OMG, It’s done!
This was a lot of work, but worth every second! :D

I present to you: The Dungeon Master’s Mimic!
The idea behind this project was to make one single container that a GM, or well prepared player can store all their RPG needs in and easily carry them from game to game.
And what other way to make a chest more roleplaying game related than making it a mimic? :3

It’s made from solid pine that I stained with a nice walnut stain and finished with briwax.
All the hardware is steel and brass. It has a soft, 100% wool felt lining to protect the books it’s carrying
The main compartment comfortably holds around 5-6 large rule books and a smaller secondary compartment holds an insert that can safely store all your dice, miniatures, tokens and pencils!
It measures 14 inches across, 9 inches deep and 10 inches tall. The main internal compartment measures 12 x 6 x 10 inches.
The teeth are solid wood, too and have been dulled for safety. (I’d still not joke around and slam it shut on your friend’s hand, though…)

This project was loads of fun, even though throughout the built I came across some rather annoying stumbling blocks. Making it would have been a lot easier if I had a table saw :P
Still, I’m so happy that it’s finally done and am very proud of how it turned out.

I won’t sell this as usual through my Etsy store. It is a unique item that I put a lot of my heart and soul into and I don’t feel that Etsy’s “first come, first serve” policy on purchases would do it justice.
Instead I have listed it on Ebay in a one week auction. I thought that way instead of whoever happens to see it the quickest, it will go to whoever wants it the most ^__^

Here’s the listing:

Love you all <3

Will Roland auctioning off Ben’s cast to raise money for Broadway Cares Equity Fights AIDS at the April 16th 3:00 performance of Dear Evan Hansen! Recorded by me, @neglectedrainbow 


Honda Civic 125 1.3L, 1978. An immaculate, barely used, 1st generation 1978 Honda Civic 1.3L is listed for auction at the Classic Car Auctions June Sale at the Warwickshire Exhibition Centre, June 10, 2017. With just 8,600 miles on the clock, the Civic has had one registered owner since leaving the Harrogate Honda dealer 39 years ago. Its sale estimate is £5,000 - £7,000.


            .。.:*・゚ ❅ .。.:* ADOPT AUCTION *・゚ ❅ .。.:*・゚

I have this baby skele in mind for a while now and since I’m in need for money I thought why not trying to sell some designs ? So here we are!

~All of my adopts doesn’t have determined name, gender, age or backstory, it’s all up to you.
~Once you win the auction, you’ll get the full *.sai and *.png files.
~You can change the design SLIGHTLY. But of course you can create more outfits on your own for your new baby.
~Don’t EVER RESELL IT, PLEASE. It would make me really sad.
~You only need to write “SB” in the comment section to start the auction. The next person that will bid will comment the increased price, and so it goes unless someone Auto Buy directly !
~ONLY BID IN THE COMMENTS, DON’T REBLOG. Bidind in a reblog won’t count
~Paypal only

・: ❉ :・゚~~~Status~~~゚・: ❉ :・


Auto Buy:40 USD
Starting Bid:10 USD
Minimum Bid increasment:1 USD
End date:1rst may 

Yes this skele doesn’t have any hands or feet. It’s perfect for lazy artists.MP me if ou got any questions!


Historic penicillin mold was just auctioned for more than $14,000

  • Mold is … the new gold?A t least if we’re talking Dr. Alexander Fleming’s mold, which helped him discover the antibiotic penicillin in 1928 and for which he received a Nobel Prize in 1945.
  • A disc of that mold was auctioned to for $14,617 at Bonhams auction house on Wednesday, from a collection Fleming’s niece owns.
  • The high price tag reflects the historical value of the discovery. Penicillin, a group of antibiotics, is one of the most influential, ubiquitous drugs of the 20th century, revolutionizing health care with bacteria-fighting, life-saving medicine. Read more (3/1/17 4:25 PM)

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Chocolate Lolita~ An old adoptable that I made that was never adopted by anyone-

So here I put this child up again, hopefully someone will be interested !

Status ✧


AB : 20 USD
Starting Bid : 2 USD
Minimum bid increasement : 1 USD

End date : TBA after the SB

About ✧ 

✦ Only bid if you mean it.
✦ You only need to write “SB” in the comment section to start the auction ! The next person that will bid will comment the price, and so it goes unless someone Auto Buy directly ! (no reblogs please, so everyone can keep track of the bids)
✦ Payment through Paypal only
✦ I’m not for the reselling stuff but if you do, please resell the adoptable with a lower price than what it was worth when you first bought it.
✦ I’ll come to message the winner with my paypal address. After the payment, I’ll give you a link to the watermark-free version of this adoptable !
✦ You’re allowed to change/add stuff on this adoptable once you bought it (gender/accessories/etc)


Italy / Saint Francis’ Boy’s Home (US)

Uncharted 4

I didn’t get many screenshots of Italy, sadly 8(


Bentley S2, 1960. Owned by the rhythm guitarist, vocalist, and songwriter for The Kinks, Sir Ray Davies, will go under the hammer at Silverstone Auctions’ May Sale, taking place at Silverstone on May 13. Sir Ray wrote the single Apeman in the back of the car and it was used in a photo shoot for the Preservation album. The Bentley has been in long-term storage since 1991 and requires restoration work. It is offered for auction direct from the ownership of Sir Ray, estimated at between £25,000 and £30,000


Newt plays nervously with his tie and gazes back at Tina with a scared, desperate look on his face. She shakes her head, it seems she feels sorry for him, but Newt notices how she’s trying to hold back a grin. Maybe Tina is as cruel as her sister after all.

“Why are we doing this again?” He turns to Queenie, who looks beautiful with the pearl dress; she gives him the most mischievous smirk.

“Because we want to raise money for the wampus shelter, sweetie,” she reminds him. “You asked for our help because you said you didn’t have any money. You agreed to this, my darling.”

“I thought we were going to auction things!” He protests. “Not people!”

Queenie caresses his curls and fixes his tie for the second time. “You make it sound like we’re trafficking with humans. It’s just a dance and a date.”

“Okay… but why me?” The uncertainty in Newt’s voice comes back and the wizard bites his lip, trying to calm himself. “No one’s gonna make an offer for-”

“First of all, you are lovely and I know a few people that want to date you… among other things that maybe I could explain to you later, but-”

“Queenie!” By the way Tina cuts her sister off and the blush on her cheeks, Newt knows he’s not the only one uncomfortable.

The witch rolls her eyes.

“Fine. What I’m trying to say is that you’re attractive, honey. You’re cute and I’m not the only one who thinks like that. So don’t worry, I’m sure we’re gonna raise so much money with you. And second, but not less important, you are the most interested in this, Newt, therefore you have to participate.”

Newt sighs, because he knows she’s right.

“Fair enough,” he mutters. Still, he doesn’t believe her, he has returned to New York just two weeks ago, there’s no way he has catched anybody’s attention.

“Believe, honey, you have. In fact, I’m pretty sure we’re going to have one very interested bidder.”

Newt looks at his shoes and thinks about the wampuses instead. He wants everything to end as soon as possible.


There are five wizards with him; a few aurors, a lady from the muggle department, a man that works in the cafeteria and Seraphina Picquery’s personal assistant. They all look very confident and excited. Newt looks at himself, feeling weird in the suit Queenie chose for him. She says he looks great, he’s not sure about it, he has never pay too much attention to fashion, he just wears clothes that are practical for the work he does and that protect him from the weather. He misses his coat.

They all are over the stage, standing in a line for everybody to see them. There are more people than he thought it would, so many Newt can’t recognize anyone. He knows there are a few members of the Ministry, and thank Merlin his brother is not among them because he wouldn’t allow him to do such thing. He knows some of them are aurors that work for Theseus and he seriously hope they don’t tell his brother.

At least he can’t see Mr Graves. Maybe he’s home by now; Tina has told him the Director doesn’t enjoy balls that much, but he goes because he has to.

He’s glad, because the thing is… Mr Graves makes him feel… odd. Nervous, well, it’s true he finds him attractive, but that’s it, the man doesn’t speak to him, only when he has to and has this intense look on his face every time Newt catches him staring at him. He knows… he’s sure the Director doesn’t like him at all.

He’s so immerse in his own thoughts he doesn’t notice when Queenie walks next to him and puts her wand on her own throat.

“Good evening, everybody!” She greets happily. “I hope you’re having fun.”

There’s cheers and exited screams from the audience. Newt can’t help but laugh, because they all look so different and relaxed when they’re not at work. He imagines Mr Graves frowning, he probably is wishing​ to return to work. He giggles, but this time he covers his mouth.

“But if you’re not having fun, don’t worry because the night will become more interesting from now on!” She continues and smiles brightly when the crowd claps. “Just look at the beauties we have in here, all of them are waiting to dance with them all night long and have a romantic dinner afterwards. How does that sound?”

More cheers from the public. Newt narrows his eyes for a moment when he recognizes Picquery laughing and clapping with the rest of them and marvels at how relaxed she looks. She seems to be talking with someone and pulling them closer, but Newt doesn’t see them. He stares a few seconds more, curious, but he’s distracted by Queenie's​ voice.

“The bid starts at 50 galleons!” She smiles, walking towards a witch whose name Newt believes is Amelia.

Newt watches as every man and woman are sold. And waits for his turn, of course Queenie would make him the last.

“And now… Our lovely magizoologist. He’s the new MACUSA’s worker. He has a very attractive English accent, lovely freckles all over his cute face and he’s very intelligent.”

“Queenie!” Newt protests, embarrassed.

“Oh, I almost forgot that he blushes prettily! The color on your face matches with your curls now, honey.”

Newt covers his face, but Queenie takes his hands off.

“It’s okay, honey,” she assures, taking her wand off her neck so Newt’s the only one that can hear her. She pats his back and Newt relaxes under the touch.

“So we start, as always, at-”


Newt gasps and feels his cheeks burning. He recognizes that deep voice; the people starts spreading to let the wizard in the dark suit approach the stage.

Everybody looks shocked and confused to see the Director of Magical Security standing with a determined look on his face. Newt stares at him and realises Graves is smirking at him, there’s something dangerous sparkling in his eyes.

Then Graves, the most powerful auror in America, winks at him. And Newt shivers.

He feels like he’s melting.

“We have 200 here who-”

“250!” Tina shouts. She’s trying so hard not to look at her boss and it seems that’s the right choice because the Director is glaring at her.

“300!” Abernathy offers, before Graves can open his mouth again.

“500!” Graves growls. He’s looking around like he’d fight anyone who dares to offer more.

Newt avoids his eyes. He can’t believe what’s happening. Why is the Director acting like that out of the blue? They barely speak!

“600!” Fontaine yells.

“700!” Newt's​ almost sure he has seen that auror before, he looks a bit too much like one of Theseus’ friends.


Nobody says anything after hearing that number and Graves looks smug. There’s a fierce smirk on his face as he waits for Queenie to declare the inevitable.

“Sold to the enthusiastic wizard in the black suit,” she says, even though everyone knows that’s Percival Graves.


“Winners, you can come and claim your prize now!” Queenie announces, once the bidders signed a couple of documents.

Unlike everyone else, Graves apparates on the stage in front of Newt and startling him in the process.

The auror caresses Newt’s cheek before taking him by the waist and pulling him closer.

Newt gasps, surprised, but his breath is stolen by Graves’ lips and it takes him just a few seconds to recover himself and kiss back.

“Why?” He breathes when he pulls away, the Director groans and tries to reach his lips again, but Newt shakes his head, asking the question one more time.

“I’ve wanted to do that since I met you,” Graves confesses, grinning. “And I’ve wanted to ask you on a date, but you always were with auror Goldstein, I thought you two were a couple.”

“We’re not,” Newt says.

“I’m glad,” Graves leans closer. The smile fades away and Newt wonders if he has done something wrong. “I know I can take you to dinner, but I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to so if-”

Newt gives him a peck on the lips.

“I’d love to have dinner with you.”

“Actually, I believe you owe me a dance first,” Graves pulls him even closer.

“You’re right. Lead the way, Percival.”