I have been waiting forever to share this with people who would appreciate it but I had to wait until they went public about it.
SO. On Christmas Eve my brother came over to celebrate Christmas with the family like he always does. My gift is a giant brown paper wrapped package tied with string. I opened it up and SUPRISE
The hard cover harry potter book collection. I have always wanted once since I was removed from my moms house and her boyfriend destroyed my old copies. So this was like, the greatest present ever because it was sooo expensive. So I open it up to bask in its glory when I notice the Chamber of Secrets is turned over. I just thought it was a packing mistake so I go to flip it over and a little blue sock falls out.
And by now I’m like WAIT.
and in the sock is a little note for me.
“We solemnly swear we were up to no good and because we managed to get into some mischief, it looks like you’re finally free to be the best aunt ever!”
I just wanted to share probably the BEST announcement ever with you guys. I am so happy and excited. I have nicknamed it “Dobby” because they are waiting to find out the gender until it’s born.
if there’s one thing i love more than badboy beka and fuckboy beka, it’s softboy beka.
at home in the winter wearing comfy sweats and oversized, chunky knit sweaters and slouchy beanies, drinking tea and tending his plants.
keeping multiple sets of reading glasses scattered around his apartment because he sometimes forgets where he last put them and doesn’t like to go digging every time he wants to read.
volunteering at an animal shelter whenever he gets the chance, and his favorite thing to do is take the big dogs out back and just cuddle em, because everyone knows that big dogs are the most gentle babies and he can relate.
sending his mother flowers for his birthday, because she really did all the work, he just showed up at the end.
keeping a box in his room of little things he finds that remind him of yuri, and every time they see each other, he wraps them up in a brown paper package to give as a hello gift (yuri starts doing it, too, and the first time it happened, otabek got a lil misty).
preferring to decorate his apartment with ferns and succulents and crystals and heavy velvet curtains, partly for aesthetic™, but also because he read a lot of stories about magic when he was a child and he’s fascinated with the idea of nature being mystical, so he wants his environment to feel that way.
going hiking, and always taking a sapling to plant in empty spots of the forest he loves and appreciates so much.
keeping a leather bound journal buried in the drawer of his nightstand that he jots down pieces of dreams he remembers or lyrics to songs he’d like to write or bits of his life he’d like to always remember. when he fills up a journal, he seals it with a string and some wax and dates it so he can go back to it in a year and relive those memories.
never having been much of a holiday guy, but when yuri came into his life, he kinda got dragged into it because that boy LOVES a holiday, so one year he spent three hours researching different ones on google just so he’d be ready when necessary.
whenever he goes home for a visit, it’s a tradition that he sits on the back porch chatting with his parents while his little sisters braid the long parts of his hair with flowers. they always take a group picture when they’re done; he has a corkboard at his place dedicated to just these photos. whenever yuri starts to visit with him, his sisters lose their minds and insist on doing his hair, too. those pictures go at the top of the board.
every time he plays a gig and friends of his go to see it, at the end of the night, he makes sure to round them up and get them safely into a taxi before he packs up his equipment and leaves himself. yuri noticed that he does it after a few times, so he took over the duty whenever he goes to watch, that way otabek can focus on winding down after his set. otabek always gets a little smile on his face whenever his phone lights up with a text that says all good, everyone’s safely on their way home with a picture of yuri giving a thumbs up in front of a cab stuffed with six drunk dudes.
his favorite time of year is the fall, because he loves watching the living alchemy of trees changing colors, and smelling the crispness of the season rushing in, and he knows his birthday is coming and he still gets really excited about it, because it’s nice to get attention for something so mundane sometimes. every year, whatever yuri sends comes stuffed full of confetti in new and creative ways. he still finds pieces of it under his furniture for the next three months no matter how careful he is.
basically, i love otabek ‘look like a badass, walk with love’ altin, and so should you.
Hiya! I don't wanna bother you but I just wanted some tips about the flug mask. Like, how did you go about getting the paper look? Because it looks?? So good??
Hello! Don’t worry, you’re not bothering me at all! Here’s a little step-by-step of how I made the mask^^
Okay, so the ‘bag’ is actually a cardboard box. This way the mask is stronger and won’t break as easily. The box was a little too big so I cut it down, hence the tape xD
Also! If you’re gonna use a cardboard box, I recommend making a head-rest inside. The box won’t move when you move your head, and it’ll move around a lot when you don’t want it to D: I used a strip of cardboard, fitted it round the top of my head, then stuck it down with masking tape!
Then we covered it with brown package paper and folded it at the edges, kinda like origami, to give it that paper bag look - this part was done by @omnomnomducks, but I think if you Google ‘paper bag folding’ or something you should find how to do it :> You could cut out a sheet of paper for each side, but…meh, I think this way looks better and more bag-like.
then we cut some triangles out the bottom of the bag, and stuck the paper down using double sided tape.
then the goggles! I cut out some holes in the mask with scissors (cause, y’know, gotta see out of it somehow xD) The grey part is made of card, and the black part is made from an old pair of tights/pantyhose/whatever you wanna call them - they’re see-through, but no one can see into them :D There’s tons of materials you could use instead if you prefer, like chiffon or mesh fabric…
(I actually made the holes a little bigger later on - as long as the holes are under the ‘goggles’, no one will see them!)
Then the goggles were stuck down using PVA glue, and I went round the goggles and added eyebrows with a Sharpie for a more cartoony look :D The white dots were done using fabric paint. Also on the sides and back of the mask, I used long strips of grey card on each side so it looks like goggles go all the way around my head^^
Brown paper packages,
Glitter pens and stories from your summer nights.
Pictures with happy faces, messy hair and real smiles,
A quick poem,
A long goodbye,
A new address,
A happy life.
Pairing: Fred Weasley/Hermione Granger For: Anon Prompter Prompt: #10. Sweaters
“Mum sent this for you, ‘Mione…” Fred tossed her a lumpy brown paper package.
Hermione caught it in midair, an adorable grin spread across her entire face as she realized what it was. "She’s making me jumpers again?“
"Looks that way. You couldn’t avoid it forever.” Fred returned her smile before taking a seat in the armchair nearest her.
“What changed her mind?” she asked, tearing open the paper and staring bleary eyed at the bright green wool jumper. Complete with an 'H’ on the front.
“Dunno. She probably just needed time to get used to the fact that you and Ronald weren’t going to make a go of it.”
She sniffed. "Ron and I haven’t been together in years. Not since school. And she hasn’t warmed up to idea of you and I in the entire time we’ve been together. We’re bloody-well shacking up and she still won’t address me directly. Something must have happened.“ She gripped the jumper in both hands, staring up at Fred with wide eyes. "She’s not ill is she?”
When you’d arrived at the Sanctuary, near starved and desperate for the safety, Simon had been one of the first people you’d met. Even covered in more than a week’s worth of grime, hair slicked back and clothes riddled with what felt like more holes than fabric, he’d still find cause to make a pass at you.
At first you’d thought it must be a wind up, a cruel joke to make you look stupid in front of the others but then he’d waggled his eyebrows and the grin that slotted between his moustache had been nothing but genuine. Road weary and still grieving the loss of your husband you’d given him a flat “no, thank you,” that had only made him chuckle before he shook away the word like water off a duck’s back.
Wasn’t going to post anything, but I’m snowed in and Ross turned 20. Holy fuck. Hope you enjoy! xx
It felt like I’ve known him my whole life. He knows how I like my coffee with just milk, and he likes his with just milk and two sugars. He knows that rubbing my back at night helps me fall asleep within minutes, and I know running my hands through his hair made him relax and give in. He knew that I wasn’t close to my family growing up, and did everything in his will power to make me feel like I had a place. Brought me to concerts, family occasions, and vacations. He made me feel like I belonged, and on his birthday I just wanted to thank him.
I roll onto my back and see Ross sound asleep only a few centimeters away. His arm was around my waist still, and his cheek was pressed amongst the pillow. His hair was wild from last nights activities after going out, but he looked so peaceful. Las Vegas for shows was his dream. He felt like they really achieved something- and well, he loved the city and nightlife. It was different than the beach and lounge vibes we were used to. It was exciting and non-stop.
He lets out a yawn and pulls my body against his. He rests his face in the crook of my neck, and his thumb brushed against my hip. I run my fingers through his wild blonde locks, and press my lips against the crown of his head. “Good morning, birthday boy.”
“Just a few more minutes.” He mumbles against my skin.
“Okay.” I say quietly with a smile. “Happy Birthday.”
“Thank you.” He says before drifting back to sleep for a half hour. I texted Rocky asking for him to order us breakfast and have it sent to our the room.
Today I didn’t plan much.They weren’t going to have sound check till 3, and then meet and greets so I had him to myself for the morning and afternoon. We were going to eat breakfast, and I was going to give him his presents. And then a long soak in the tub was a must.
I hear a knock on the door and I press my lips against Ross’s forehead before escaping from his hold. I slide on a pair of sweatpants and one of Ross’s white shirts before walking to the hotel door. I thank the employee after her wheels the cart into our room, and he said someone would be back for it later today. I thank him once more before shutting the door behind me.
“You didn’t have to.” I hear him say from the bed. I roll my eyes before wheeling the cart to the bed and see him sitting up and sliding a pair of boxers on.
“It’s your birthday! You’re so old!” I say with a giggle.
“Hey!” He says throwing a pillow at me playfully. I giggle and set the two trays in front of us. Eggs, french toast, fruit, coffee and orange juice. Perfect. We eat in silence, his head resting against my shoulder. He was awfully cuddly this morning, but I wasn’t complaining. After winter break I was going back to school, and he was going back on the road. I spent my Christmas with his family, and would fly to San Diego to spend the rest of break with my uncle.
“I love you.” He says after taking a sip of his coffee. “You’re so good to me.”
“You’ve showed me the world, Ross.” I say with a smile talking about our summer together. I worked on my blog, and traveled the world with him. Spent most nights in English bars and venues, and during the day my hand glued to his as we explored.
“Are those wrapped presents I see over there?” He asks picking up his head and looked over at two presents under the Christmas tree that was still in the hotel room. I nod my head and nudge him to go get them. He grabs the two packages. “One is heavy.”
I roll my eyes moving the trays back to the carts and sit back against the headboard.
“Which one first?” He asks turning to look at me. He sat at the foot of the bed across from me with an eager smile on his face.
“Not the heavy one.” I say with a wink, “Save that one for last.”
“Okay.” He says with a smile before opening the brown paper packaged hockey jersey.My roommate’s dad is the coach of the LA Kings, and I managed to sweet talk him into making a costume hockey jersey with Ross’s name on the back of it. It was signed by everyone on the team and I knew he would be over the moon about it.
“How did-what.” He says with large eyes. “You’re the best.”
“I know.” I say with a smile. He leans over and presses his lips against mine. I kiss him back before playfully pushing him away to open the last one.
“This one is from my uncle and I.” I say crossing my arms against my chest waiting for the yells of excitement to escape his lips. He unwraps the paper and sees a white guitar case. He furrows his eyebrows together and opens the case and sees a white, white pearl and gold detailed fender in the case.
“YOU DIDN’T.” He yells looking over at me. I nod my head with a smile causing him to pounce at me and he pressed kisses all over my face before passionately kissing my lips. I cup his face in my hands and kiss him back with all the love I had for him.
He pulls away and looks down at me with tears in his eyes. “Thank you.”
I wipe away the tears that managed to escape and kiss him onces more. “Test it out while I get the bath ready.”
“I love you so much, baby.” He says kissing me once more before unpinning me and carries the guitar to the living room part of he room.
I smile to myself and walk to the bathroom. Happy Birthday, baby.
I was tagged by the lovely @dictacontrion and @bixgirl1 to post the first lines of my published fics and wips, up to 20. (I’m only going to do published drarry fics to keep it consistent with this blog.) Thanks for the tag! :D
(Bonus WIP (original novel): I was twelve years old when my Uncle Ben returned from the dead.)
I was curious on any patterns that might emerge in this… There’s not one prominent pattern I can see, but there are: 9/17 Character action openings 5/17 Dialogue openings (no tags) 2/17 Sound openings (followed by character action) 1/17 Aggressive musing
So my birthday is June 28th, so that’s tomorrow/today? And I was wondering if I could get a Kit Series imagine where they celebrate Kit’s birthday? And then Reader getting really emotional when Kit’s all excited and like a normal kid ? ? ? Idk… #birthdaywishes??? You don’t have to if you’re not feeling it hahaha. @thinkingsofamadwoman
Birthdays - Alfie Solomons | part of the Kit Series
You listened from the doorway as Alfie, sitting on Kit’s bed, woke him up by singing a Yiddish birthday song. Alfie did this every year on Kit’s birthday, always grumbling about how his voice was terrible but it was tradition. His mother used to wake him with the same song on his birthday. Kit woke slowly, letting out a high-pitched groan that you imagined someday would mature into the same grunting noise Alfie always made when he was displeased. He reached an arm out from beneath the blankets and waved it at Alfie, trying to tell his father to go away.
Hello! Could I request the RFA and the Minor Trio's reaction to finding out the MC is terrified of thunderstorms? MC tries her best to be brave and hide the fact that she's scared, but she gets found out. If you decide to do this, thank you in advance! I really love the way you write these headcanons!
When your internet crashes and everything deletes. Help! Lol, I’m dying inside
Thank you so much! And I’m sorry about this being late, I was working a lot on getting my Masterpost up, as well as school and such. Yeah, not fun. Anyway!!!!! Let us begin!!!
He was going to an acting workshop for the day, and it ended up thunder storming about fifteen o’clock (three o’clock in the afternoon)
He didn’t think much about it, until fifteen minutes later when you called
“Jagi, everything okay? Did the power go out?”
“Oh, um nothing! I was just wondering how things were going? But I won’t bug you I just wanted to say hi! Um, have fun and see you later!”
Before he could say anything you hung up with a quick and loud burst of static
He looked confused for a second, but went back to his workshop
When he got home you were no where to be found, all the lights were off, and there was no sound
You weren’t in the living room, the bathroom, the kitchen, your room
He went into his room and hear a sound from the closet, a sort of sniffling
He opened the door to find you, curled up on the floor in the very back of the closet, one of his shirts in you lap, your face stroking the blue plaid
“MC is everything okay?”
You jumped at the sound of his voice and tried to play it off
“Oh, oh hi Zen! Yeah, of course everything’s okay! Yeah, just um…”
He kneeled down and scooted next to you
“Are you sure?”
“Oh Zen! I just hate the thunderstorm so much!” You leaned into him
Just then a crack of thunder echoed through the room and you jumped, practically diving into his lap
“Oh Jagi.” He whispered affectionately, before scooping you up and petting your hair and you tightened your arms around him
Singing in your ear he decided to try something
“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.”
You jerked your head up at the familiar words and he smiled
“Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens”
“Brown paper packages tied up with strings” You replied softly
“These are a few of my favorite things” You two sang together, before erupting into giggles
He carried you to the living room, popped in “The Sound of Music” and you two spent the night to beautiful music, humming along to your favorite tunes
It ended up being a good night
He actually didn’t mind thunderstorms
To him they were quite calming
Unfortunately, you didn’t think the same way
It started thunder storming quite loudly one summer night and you bolted up out of sleep
Yoosung heard a small creak of the floorboards
“MC?” He asked groggily
“Yoosung, it’s really loud, do you, do you think it will pass soon?”
Yoosung sat up, reaching his arms out to you
You accepted and ran over to him
He wrapped his arms around your back and you nuzzled up close to his chest, happy for the second body
It didn’t matter how muggy it was, or the weather outside, you two were happy to be in your small cocoon together
The next day it was still raining
Thankfully it was Saturday so Yoosung didn’t go to class
He managed to convince you to walk to the bookstore with you, despite you jumping forward every time you saw a flash of lightning in the distance
You picked out a book, as did he
“Here MC! A book about thunderstorms! That was you can study about it so you won’t be so scared!”
You thanked him gratefully
Outside you two walked home hand in hand, close under the umbrella
You didn’t feel as bad
And right before you two hit the house you gave him a quick peck on the cheek
He blushed thoroughly as did you lightly
You nuzzled up to him and he felt like the luckiest person alive
She sort of had her suspicions
You were always jumpy when it was stormy out
She was getting ready to go grocery shopping when it started thunder storming
“I’m going out MC, see you in a bit!”
“But Jaehee it’s storming outside!” You jumped up quickly
“MC, are you okay?” She asked in reply, “You seem kinda antsy.”
“It’s just, well, I, I really hate thunder storms, I mean, what if you get struck by lightning!” You reddened slightly at this admission
Jaehee just smiled, despite herself
Kissing you softly your cheeks flushed again
“Want to come with me?”
You began to shake your head, but ended up agreeing
At the store you were on edge the whole time
Staring out towards the tinted windows, jumping at any sound the came from it
Jaehee noticed this, so decided to buy ice cream for the both of you
You went home and had it for desert
“MC you have some on your cheek.”
“Ahh! I’ll get it!!”
“No, it’s okay, I’ll do it for you.”
By the end you were so red and distracted to notice the storms ;)
Jumin was unfazed by everything
There could be a tornado on fire outside and he’d still be in his office, looking up the highest quality cat back scratcher products on sale
You, unfortunately, were much less like that
It was storming especially bad outside
And you were pacing around the whole house nervously
Jumin was at a conference, but came home early
Right as the power went out
He hear you shriek and ran over to make sure you weren’t hurt
He found you tangled in your sheet
He couldn’t help but laugh at that picture, but you were wriggling in frustration
Untangling you he realized you were shaking slightly
“Are you okay” He asked, voice full of worry
You held onto his shirt
“T-thunderstorm” You whispered softly
He smiled again, wrapping you in a big bear hug
You were swept up to your feet with a slight gasp of surprise
He put on a CD and you two danced around the room, the light of the moon being the only possible chance for you to see
It was altogether very relaxing
He knew just how to make you feel better
He was typing up on the computer, half buried in his thoughts, trying desperately to ignore you
When the first crack of thunder sounded
You were lying on the couch, huddled up, trying to ignore the person in the same apartment as you, the bomb, everything, when the sound made you jump up and run for the hills
At first you ran to talk to him, but when you saw him you had a moment of recognition, and instead headed towards your room
He heard sniffs, and his first instinct was to run towards you, but he forced it down
But when it didn’t stop for five minutes he gave up
“MC?!” He ran around the house, trying to locate the sound, which seemed to echo everywhere
Finally bursting into your room, knocking be damned, he saw you surrounded by blankets, pillow in your arm, sniffling
A flash of lightning passed, and you burrowed deeper into the pillow
You jumped when he went behind you and put a hand on your head
You turned to see him crush you in a big hug
You were still slightly shaking, choosing to wrap yourself around him, arms tightly around his neck
He kept stroking your hair and you kept holding on tightly
You looked at him in disbelief after hearing those words
“I’m sorry MC, I need to stop pushing you away. You’ve done so much for me, and I’ve done nothing to help you.”
You nodded at those words, leaning into him once more
“That’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear.”
He held you closer, determined to never let you go like he had before
He was blind, so he didn’t care much about it
But you hated the lightning
One time you two were driving home and a huge flash sparked across the sky, like ones in pictures in meteorology books
He noticed you stopped talking, but thought you just wanted to focus
You were gritting your teeth the whole way
When you two got home you excused yourself and V sat down on the couch
He noticed you were gone for a very long time, so he went to look for you
“MC?” He called out to you
Stepping into the bathroom he heard you
Even though he was practically blind he could still see that there was not nearly enough light in the bathroom to be normal
“MC, are you okay?” He asked worriedly
He heard sharp rustling, and almost sighed in relief when you pressed yourself against him
“Yeah, it’s just, well I really hate the lightning in thunder storms, but I shouldn’t bother you.”
“MC, don’t be ridiculous.” He kissed you lightly on the forehead
“It doesn’t matter what, if you are distressed about something then it’s not a bother to me.”
Scooping you up, he was very good at carrying bridal style, he brought you to couch and turned on Outlander
He knew you loved it, besides the music was very relaxing to him
You fell asleep to the sound of Scots running around the pastoral lands of Scotland
V was glad you could get your mind off the lightning
Let’s face it this boy would not care at all about thunder storms
So, when you acted jumpy around it he would always say with disbelief;
“MC are you really scared of some thunder?”
And you would say no, trying not to dive under the table for fear of the winds whipping about outside
He didn’t understand how someone could be scared of it, and let’s face it, despite your every effort he knew you were scared
He felt like he shouldn’t care
It’s just a storm
But one night you were especially nervous, and no one was home
Saeran was outside, walking along the beach like he would sometimes, when it began thunder storming
Walking a bit farther, he finally turned back and began to walk home
When he got home you were pacing in the kitchen
You jumped when he got it, completely soaked to the bone
“Saeran are you okay?”
“Yeah MC why wouldn’t I be?”
“Oh, no reason.” You looked away, and began to walk to get Saeran a towel
When you came back Saeran was sitting on the couch
You gave him the towel, just as thunder sounded and you flinched
“MC, really, are you okay?” He asked
“No, seriously.” He pulled you down onto his lap, and ignoring his sopping clothes you wrapped your arms around him. “Look MC, please tell me.”
“Well, I know that you don’t really care, and that it doesn’t bug you, but I really, I really hate thunderstorms.” You buried your face in his shoulder, trying to avoid eye contact
He pulled your chin up gently, and could see you were shaking slightly
Kissing you gently he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom
You looked confused and he replied; “Due to my carelessness you are sopping. Care to join me in the bath?”
You blushed profusely, but nodded slightly
“And don’t worry MC,” he added, “I don’t care if you hate thunderstorms, if you really hate them then I will make sure that they will never bug you.”
Hugging you tighter he put you by the side of the tub
You two had fun in the bath, and Saeran finally knew what it was like to worry about someone
They honestly didn’t notice
Vanderwood we love you, but you’re super dense
You didn’t even have to hide it, they wouldn’t realize it
But during the summer when there was a string of huge storms, they had a chance to realize
The first day you dealt with it, but by the second night you were practically running around screaming
When you had to go out to the grocery store you practically rammed your cart into some random stranger
It was a draining day
When you got home there was no Vanderwood in sight
And when an especially bad part hit you dove under the table
Vanderwood was practically dead on their feet
“MC?” They called out, but there was no answer
Looking around they finally found you
“MC? Tell me, what’s wrong?!”
“Thunderstorms.” You replied, barely over a whisper
They nodded, as if processing the whole thing, then coaxed you out from under there and sat you on the table
“I’m going to cook tonight, Ratatouille?”
You nodded shyly, they knew exactly what your favorite food was
After dinner there was cuddling, and Vanderwood made sure you didn’t notice outside
Hello, I was wondering
if you could write a Newt Scamander X reader fic. Maybe one day his SO comes
home with a brand new book that she’s excited to read. But once she starts, she
gets itchy and the skin on her face gets red and irritated. Once Newt sees her,
he is surprised and tried to help, realizing that the ink and something from
the book caused the reaction. Thank you!
Almost hopping from the emerald flames of the fire, you excitedly peeled away the brown paper that your
book had been lovingly wrapped in, desperate to delve into the new wonderful
world of its pages, but not before popping open the lid of newts case, poking
your head inside and letting him know that you were back safe, his barely
audible reply coming from somewhere deep within his own magical world. Just as
you were closing the lid, the niffler came flying at you, ‘oh hello, are you
going to read with me, mischief?’ you asked the little pest, as it nuzzled into
your hand, getting awfully cosy with your wedding band that sat comfortably on
your ring finger.
Carrying the little creature
across to the living room, you settled yourself down in the plush armchair,
tucking your legs cosily underneath you, as the light summer breeze whispered through
the slightly open window, carrying the scent of freshly washed linen to your
nose. You cracked open the book, giddiness shooting through you at the slight
cracking sound of the spine, knowing that you were the very first person to
read what secrets its pages had to offer.
Snuggling down you began to read, devouring the first chapter like a
starving man, fervently flipping your way through several more chapters, only
stopping to rub at your eyes or to scratch a seemingly endless itch.
A fumbling sound came from newts study, along with a mumbled ‘bugger’,
followed by rushed footsteps. “have you seen the bloody Niffler, darling?’ newt
asked as he crawled under the coffee table. Letting out a light giggle, giving his bum a
gentle prod with your foot, you held the niffler up for him, where the oily
black creature still sat comfortably in your hand, nuzzling into your wedding
band. As newt attempted to wriggle out from underneath the table, banging the
top of his head on the edge, he looked up at you, realisation clear in his sea
green eyes, quickly being washed away with concern.
“have you been crying love? Are you alright?’ he asked as he leapt up from
the floor, to ever so gently cup your cheek, ‘no, I’ve been itchy since I got
back, I’m not sure why’ you mumbled as you rubbed at your eyes once more.
Newts brow furrowed, his eyes still full of concern, ‘come here love, I’ll
get you something for the itching.’ Offering his calloused work worn hand to you,
reluctantly you set your engrossing book down, after slipping a scrap piece of parchment
in between the pages to keep your place.
Newt held the lid of his case open for you to climb inside, where you
placed the niffler back in his burrow, as newt bustled about his work shed,
plucking leaves from an acid green plant, and placing them in a cup of boiling
water, waiting slightly impatiently for the tea to infuse.
“the redness is going down, are you still itchy, love?’ he asked,
stroking his thumb over your cheek bone, ‘not as much’ you reassured, as he
passed the odd smelling tea to you, ‘it’ll make you drowsy, I’m afraid’ he murmured,
as you took a quick scolding sip. His brow was still furrowed, before he disappeared
back up the rickety steps, leaving you utterly bewildered holding your medicinal
foul tasting tea, before hurrying back to your side, book in hand.
“I read an article about a new compound that some printers are using in
their ink,’ giving him a slightly odd look you nodded for him to continue, ‘well
you could be allergic to it.’ A note of excitement in his voice at his discovery,
you nodded once more, not fully taking in what he was saying, as your mind filled
Newt guided you to the worn armchair that sat in the corner, where he had
hand reared countless orphaned creatures, sitting up with them day and night.
Settling you down, before covering you with patchwork blanket, placing a chaste
kiss to your forehead.
Leaning on his messy counter, he took the parchment from your book, and
picked up where you had left off, his soft soothing voice slowly lulling you to sleep.
I have been journaling for over 9 years and have art journaled off and on for about 5 years. However, I am not a fantastic painter and an even worse sketcher. I’ve found art journaling (for me) is all about adding color and textures to my journal. Here are ways I art journal without having any spectacular artistic talents.
1. Alphabet stamps Stamps can get expensive but can found on sale at places like Michaels. I bought a set of small alphabet stamps and a couple of ink pads. I use the stamps to stamp the date or longer quotes I am called to. Ink pads are available in tons of different colors. 2. Alphabet stencils Like stamps, I have found a couple of sets of alphabet stencils on sale over the years. I use the stencils for shorter quotes I enjoy. I like stencils because I can use pen and then watercolor the letters in, markets and color the letters in with crayons, pencil and acrylic paint. Any media I’d like. 3. DIY stencils I create DIY stencils just using construction paper and a computer printer (or just placing the paper up to my computer screen and lightly tracing with a pencil). I use these DIY stencils to create patterns like stars, gemstones, triangles, etc. 4. Border pages Bordering pages with paint, crayons, or pastels and then writing daily journal entries within the borders is an easy and fast way to add color to pages. 5. Magazine and newspaper clippings I’m extremely fortunate to have the New York Times available on my college campus on the weekdays for free. I like to use blocks of the text in my collages and movie ads for the movies I see. In general, magazines and newspapers are a great place to find texture, color, and images. 6. Different types of paper I don’t use a ton of construction paper or card stock because it will rapidly increase the size of my journal. I like thinner papers like newspaper, graph paper, and that thin brown paper that comes in packages. 7. Collage See my collage ideas here. 8. Embroidery floss Embroidery floss is cheap enough (about 40 cents where I am) and an easy way to simultaneously add color and texture to a page. Sew a border around a page or sew an image onto the page.
summary: Felicity stumbles upon the lair after getting drunk at Verdant. She meets the Hood, but it doesn’t go as she expects. (prompt by @geniewithwifi) chapter word count: 2128 chapters: 3/? a/n: i got asked for some blindfold smut…. so who am I to say no ;) this is also the first chapter with some Oliver POV
“Package for you, Ms. Smoak,” a young boy from the mail room handed her a medium sized, brown paper wrapped package.
“That’s… weird,” she muttered, taking it from him.
It was heavier than she anticipated.
He had her sign before he scurried off to keep delivering mail. She undid the wrapping and revealed an equally plain looking box. It took a moment, but she popped the box open. Inside lay a battered laptop, a usb drive, and a note.
I need information off of this laptop.
Put it on the usb drive and leave it on your desk.
There will be something in it for you.
The Hood signed it with a small arrow.
Felicity bit down on her lip. If his incentive was anything like the previous times then she was definitely inclined to help him. What did that say about her? Probably a lot of things, but she didn’t want to think about any of them. She was going to help him and feel good about that. And feel good later too. Really good.