#pendelums

                “thank  god,  you’re  here,”  winnie  sighs,  ushering  asher  into  her  apartment  and  toward  the  dining  table.  “you  won’t  believe  the  predicament  i’m  in  right  now.”  her  hands  press  down  on  his  shoulders  as  she  seats  him,  ready  to  reveal  her  —  admittedly  predictable  —  situation.  “i  didn’t  realize  that  i  was  the  only  one  home,  and  no  one  else  is  picking  up  my  calls.”  she  purses  her  lips  in  slight  discontent.  “i  mean,  ethan  picked  up,  but  he  has  some  group  project  meeting  he  can’t  get  out  of  or  whatever.”  

                making  way  to  the  kitchen,  she  opens  the  fridge  door  and  her  brows  immediately  furrow.  the  contents  haven’t  moved  since  the  last  time  she’s  checked  —  ten  minutes  before  he  arrived  —  but  she  was  hoping  that  the  array  of  leftovers,  beverages,  and  assorted  produce  would  disappear  on  their  own.  her  gaze  shifts  to  the  pot  on  the  stove,  back  to  the  fridge,  then  the  pot  once  again.  “the  fridge  is  full,”  winnie  admits,  “and  i  told  the  girls  i  wouldn’t  waste  food,  but—”  she  grabs  the  pot  before  returning  to  him,  her  shoulders  shrugged.  “i  made  too  much  pasta.”  and  it’s  not  the  first  time.  “we’re  not  leaving  here  until  it’s  gone.”

                “you  didn’t  have  to  do  that,”  she  sighs,  having  him  lift  at  the  hem  of  his  shirt  in  order  to  assess  the  wound  on  the  side  of  his  torso.  “you  didn’t  have  to  help  me.”  no  one  said  it  would  be  easy  —  when  playing  a  game  of  life  or  death  within  a  game  of  life  or  death,  how  could  it  ever  be?  —  but  seryna  had  always  despised  how  even  the  simplest  of  missions  could  easily  turn  a  full  180.  it  was  supposed  to  be  a  straightforward  dungeon  on  a  lower  floor  nowhere  close  to  being  past  their  skill  level:  defeat  the  monster,  get  what  they  need,  move  on.  how  could  she  have  predicted  members  of  a  rebel  guild  were  camping  the  area,  just  waiting  for  an  oblivious  pair  to  do  most  of  the  dirty  work  before  rushing  in  to  steal  the  final  blow?  steal  their  resources?  how  was  she  to  know  they  were  willing  to  resort  to  violence  to  make  sure  no  one  stood  in  their  way?  how  kills  were  practically  bragging  rights  for  them?  how...  had  it  not  been  for  her  companion  stepping  in  between  her  and  an  attacker  at  just  the  right  moment,  seryna  would  have  been  in  a  much,  much  worse  condition  than  he?  this  was  not  the  first  time  he  had  saved  her  life,  and  it’s  likely  not  the  last.  still,  as  she  goes  through  the  procedure  of  cleaning  his  wound  with  gathered  supplies  —  “keep  still,”  she  whispers  —  all  she  can  think  about  is  how  much  she’s  already  burdened  him,  how  she  hopes  they’ll  one  day  be  able  to  succeed  in  their  mission,  so  long  as  it  doesn’t  kill  them  first.  she  supposes  they’ll  be  able  to  rest  a  little  easier  once  their  mutual  threat  is  eliminated  and  they’re  able  to  part  ways,  but  why  does  it  feel  like  she’s  losing  something  in  the  process?

                she  holds  the  dressing  in  her  hands  but  pauses  for  a  moment,  a  deep  sigh  leaving  her  lips.  “why  would  you—”  fists  fall  into  her  lap,  head  drops.  seryna  bites  her  lip  in  attempt  to  halt  the  tears  welling  in  her  eyes,  but  she  wouldn’t  be  surprised  if  he  can  already  tell  emotions  are  getting  the  best  of  her.  “i  don’t  want  you  to  put  yourself  in  danger  for  me,”  she  murmurs,  both  a  request  to  him  and  an  affirmation  to  herself  that  she  wasn’t  forcing  him  to.  “i  won’t  be  able  to  forgive  myself  if  you  keep  getting  hurt  saving  me,  so  please,”  she  inhales  sharply,  “don’t.  if  not  for  your  conscience,  then  mine.”  she  wraps  up  his  torso  and  her  sentence,  lowering  his  shirt  and  rising  from  her  seat  to  step  away  for  a  moment.

○ burn your favorite incense or candle

○ walk around barefoot to connect with the earth

○ burn random candles as you please

○ cleanse your crystals

○ thank your crystals, pendulums, tarot cards, and other tools

○ give offerings to forest spirits or animals

○ draw in sand

○ paint your feelings

○ meditate on cleansing your mind

○ use your favorite essential oils !!

○ write down all the things you hate and burn it

○ listen to your favorite song, not caring about how many times it repeats

○ draw or doodle with an intention, similar to sigils, but easer to hide

○ love yourself

If/When it changes, it will most likely be deleted and reposted so that followers are alerted of changes. 

My PayPal: https://www.paypal.me/63242

On this list: Writing, art, and witchcraft. 

Writing

$5 for each 500 words. Also $5 if 500 under.

Will do: Ships, fluff, angst, crack ships, hurt and comfort, self-insert, minor-medium gore, minor sexual situations (example: consensual groping that doesn’t lead to sex, fluff/angst shower scenes with cuddles/scars, etc), AUs, transgender characters, most headcanons, basically any universe/book series/tv show/movie/comic/webcomic/etc

Will not do: Major character death, smut, excessive gore, pedophelia, abusive ships (unless it’s a “a is saved by b from c” deal), genuine exclusionist, TERF, transphobia, homophobia, etc hate speech (I will only accept if it is extremely minor, example: A is trans ace and is the victim of transphobia and acrophobia, and B comforts), absolutely no explicit hate speech (it will only be implied),

Drawings

Waist-up-$5

+ Color-$10

Full body- $10

+Color-$15

(Note: 2 people colored waist-up is $20, but 2 people colored full-body is $25)

And:

+3 add-ons- $3

+Over 3 add-ons- $5

Add ons are:

Piercings*, jewelry*, non-human ears, tails, non-human mouth, fangs, paws, horns**, wings, handheld items, scars, helmets, sunglasses and steampunk style glasses, hats***

Example: Say you want a full body colored work with two people. One has wings, fangs, steampunk glasses, and the other has facial piercings and scars. That would be full body color for each person, and then together they have 3+ add-ons. $15 for each person, and then a deal, so $25, and then +$5 for the add-ons. So you have $30.

*Free piercings and jewelry are: simple shaped, 1-2 (maybe 3) colored. 1 necklace, 1 bracelet, 1 ring, and 2 earrings.

** Horns are free if it is a Homestuck troll

*** Beanies, caps, simple top hats, and winter hats are free.

I will do: ships, crack ships, OCs, furries, pride flags (no incel or MAP), characters from basically any universe/book series/tv show/movie/comic/webcomic/etc, AU characters,

I will not do: Sexual scenes, gory scenes, or nude scenes

Witchcraft 

- Sigil. I will draw a sigil, any sigil, for $1.

- Personalized spell jar/bag. Tell me what you want, I’ll do all the research, work with you on what ingredients you have, then create the final recipe for you. Symbols, sigils, herbs, all of it set out. All for you. $5-$8, depending on how complicated. (Basically, $5=single general purpose. luck, wealth, etc. $8=more than one general purpose, or specific purpose. like “Luck on midterms”)

- Rune telling. I have personalized runes, and I will do your fortune. It is  basically just like tarot cards, and I even use tarot card spreads, but I find it easier and more accurate for me to use my runes. These are my prices for rune telling:

—- Past-present-future-advice-influences-obstacles-outcome. $4

—- My own personal spread, which comes with problem, path 1 and path 2, pros, cons, and advice for each path. I can put in a path 3 if you ask. $8

—- Any spread you like that is 7 or under runes. $5

—- Any spread you like that is 8-14 runes. $8

—- Any spread you like that is 15 or more runes. $10

- Simple questions that can be answered yes/no/maybe. $3.

—— You can choose if it is answered with water scrying, technology scrying, pendelums, runes, etc, we can talk about it.

PLEASE NOTE: I will not do anything relating to major life events (“when will I get married” “will I have children”) or death. I will not do curses or bad luck spells. I will not do love spells.

Pendulum Readings:

You get one free question. 

1 Follow up questions: $1.00 

2 Follow up questions: $1.50 ($0.75 per question)

3 Follow up questions: $2.25 ($0.75 per question)

4 Follow up questions: $3.00 ($0.75 per question)

5 Follow up questions: $3.50 ($0.70 per question)

6 Follow up questions: $4.00 ($0.70 per question + discount)

Tarot Readings:

One card reading: Free

Three card reading: $1.35

                it’s  movie  night  in  apartment  22407  once  again,  and  this  time,  it’s  jem’s  pick.  ethan  emerges  from  the  kitchen  with  two  bowls  of  popcorn,  setting  one  down  on  the  coffee  table  before  taking  a  seat  next  to  emi  on  the  floor.  he’d  always  been  fond  of  having  company  consistently  over  —  not  that  he  didn’t  appreciate  being  around  just  his  housemates,  but  the  extra  people  sure  added  to  the  feeling  of  a  home.  she's  no  exception.  “want  some?,”  he  hums,  waving  the  bowl  in  front  of  her  before  nestling  it  between  them.  it’s  not  until  he’s  silenced  by  a  neighboring  voice  that  he  realizes  the  movie’s  begun.

                they’re  barely  thirty  minutes  in  when  he  senses  emi  shift  through  his  peripheral  —  in  discomfort,  he  presumes.  is  it  too  cold?  with  a  blanket  draped  over  his  rather  comfortable  outfit  of  hoodie  and  sweats,  ethan  hadn’t  noticed.  he  glances  over  at  her  and  contemplates  for  a  moment.  why  he  feels  the  need  to  contemplate  in  the  first  place  is  ridiculous  to  him,  but  perhaps  it’s  the  mood  of  the  movie,  or  the  paranoia  of  their  friends  saying  something,  that  stirs  a  bit  of  nerves.  despite  this,  he  ever-so-casually  repositions  the  popcorn  bowl  to  sit  on  the  opposite  side  of  him  and  scoots  closer  to  her.  “here,”  he  whispers,  taking  part  of  his  blanket  and  wrapping  it  around  her  so  that  the  two  of  them  are  cloaked  in  it.  he  feels  a  sudden  warmth,  but  it’s  not  because  of  her  body  heat.  it’s  a  warmth  he  can’t  quite  explain  —  the  warmth  in  his  heart.

                “it  bothers  you,  doesn’t  it?”  olivia  sighs,  practically  hearing  his  heartbeat  as  she  rests  against  his  chest.  “i  think  it  bothers  me  a  little  bit,  the  whole…  having  to  keep  this  —  us  —  a  secret.”  a  beat.  “like  we’re  doing  something  wrong.”  she  reaches  for  his  hand  and  begins  to  trace  along  palm  lines  with  her  finger.  “but  i  don’t  know.  i’m  not  sure  if  i’m  ready.”  tilting  her  head  to  look  at  him,  olivia  tries  to  decipher  his  gaze.  they  were  mostly  doing  this  for  her,  after  all.  “i’d  love  to  go  places  with  you  —  places  that  are  always  closed  after  9pm,  places  other  than  your  apartment  —  i  really,  really  do.  i  just,”  she  entwines  her  fingers  with  his,  slowly  rubbing  circles  with  her  thumb,  “i  don’t  want  to  fuck  this  up,  you  know?  i  feel  like  there’s  a  lot  to  lose,  and  i’d  like  to  be  able  to  keep  everything.”  tenderly,  she  brings  his  hand  to  her  lips.  “like  you.”  as  much  security  she  feels  in  their  little  bubble,  she  knows  they  can’t  hide  forever.  they’ll  have  to  put  an  end  to  this  one  way  or  another,  but  for  now,  she’ll  simply  be  content  in  his  company,  no  matter  the  circumstance.  for  now,  this  will  have  to  do.