item bag

Magic Item concept: bag of…

Okay let’s be real: carrying capacity, while reasonable and logical, is a pain. When you’re adventuring, you’ll be picking up items along the way and while you’re probably going to sell most of them or use them there’s going to be a few that you don’t want to sell or use. It’s not likely you’ll have property to store them until they’re mid level, and even then stays at your base or keep could be few and far between.

The bag of holding, portable hole and the handy haversack are great, but if you want to add some flavor to your game consider some of the following storage options. Each one will have its own benefits and drawbacks. As with all multidimensional storage items, attempting to store them inside each other will destroy both items and spill their contents to the astral plane and all creatures within 10 ft will be sucked in and dropped in a random location on the astral plane, and the portal is only one way.

Each of these storage options is designed for one specific purpose, and abusing that purpose can have consequences. If you’re going to give your players more options for storing their equipment, you should also make them conscious of the extent to those storage options and what happens when they use them improperly. Damaged goods are sometimes the best method of teaching proper use. In the items description card be specific about what it does, but don’t write out every single thing that happens if they misuse it. They’ll have to learn that on their own along the way.

Bag of Colding (thanks Critical Role) - Rare

This one has the same stats as a bag of holding, except it allows you to store biological material without spoiling (aka this is a freezer).

For the DM: Keep in mind that it will still kill, and then flash freeze, any living creature put inside and remember how liquids change with cold. If you store an egg in there and pull it out, it will have cracked and then the contents will freeze around the egg. If you pull out meat it will be frozen so take into consideration thawing time. If you store metal in there, just think of what happens when you put frozen metal against a warm liquid (aka sticking your tongue to a frozen poll). If they store a glass vial with a liquid inside, it probably broke and froze. If they put a hot item directly into the bag of Colding, it probably cracked.

For flavor: the bag of colding is like a messenger bag with the body made of a white fur pelt and a strap made of white leather with a tooth used as a button to keep it closed. It’s cool to the touch like the other side of your pillow on a autumn night. You get the sense that hides from a white dragon and a winter wolf are used in this bags creation.

Bag of Golding - very rare

This bag is only good for metal coins, bars and ingots. It can hold up to 5,000 lb of metal (for reference: 50 GP = 1lb). To open, speak the command word and the flap will open and you must mentally concentrate on how much you want to pull out (meaning you must know it’s balance).

For the DM: A stolen bag has defensive measure in place: in order to withdraw the stolen funds, you must succeed a DC 18 intelligence check and it’s contents will spew out everywhere (which could make a lot of noise and draw attention). Failing this DC will make random worthless items, like a ball of yarn or a half used candle, to spill out. Once it’s been emptied, if the thief wants to use the new bag they must then succeed a DC 20 intelligence check to figure out the command word (they can perfom this with advantage if they observed the previous owner for 1 day). Failing this check means the Bag of Golding’s extradimensional propertied are inactive and it acts just like a bag with the interior dimensions just like the exterior. Storing non metal items will have the items spewed out. Storing metal items that aren’t of monetary function (such as weapons or tools) will result in the items being dented and beaten and overall worthless once withdrawn.

For flavor: the appearance of the bag can vary depending on how paranoid or bold the creator was. It could be drab and covered in stains or it could be flashy and ostentatious.

Bag of Growing - Uncommon

This bag can store non intelligent plants and plant materials. Seeds, saplings and small plants can all be put in this bag without fear of withering or decaying. To take out a plant, place your hand into the bag and mentally picture it to have it brought to your hand. It has four compartments, and each can contain one of the following:

• one small plant no taller than four foot with its roots intact

• a row of seedlings in grow pots that take up a space no more than 15 feet long and 1 foot wide on the ground

• a box with pouches of seeds no larger than 2 cubic feet.

Plants in this bag will remain alive and healthy and grow at 1/10 of the Rare they would normally. If a plant outgrows it’s pouch then when it’s extracted it will be considered stunted and rootbound and not grow to its full size.

For the DM: this bag is supposed to be for transporting live plants, not long term storage. Farming communities will pool together their resources to buy one bag for the entire village so they can store seeds and seedlings for the next spring if they’re expecting a harsh winter. Druids will also use these bags to transplant healthy plants from one forest to a sickly forest to help rejuvenate the dying forest. Putting intelligent plants or other creatures in this bag will kill them from suffocation after 2d6 minutes. Storing non organic material in the bag will result in them being tarnished and rusted as if they’d been stored in wet warm soil and are therefore ruined.

For flavor: this bag is made of green hemp fibers woven together to form one large opening and three small pouches on the side. There’s a flap in the shape of an oak leave that covered the entrances for the compartments. It has a strap made of dried woven greases and a button to close it made of a twig. Some bags may feature the holy symbol for gods associated with agrarian life, others may feature Druidic symbols.

Bag of Clothing - Rare

To use this bag, place it on the floor open and speak it’s command word. The bag will widen to allow a medium humanoid to enter down a stairway to the extradimensional room. The room is 10x15 and is a simple closet with clothes racks, hangers, drawers, a single partitioned divider and a single mirror to the far side. It’s lit from an unknown source. While the bag is open you are able to treat it like a regular closet and change your attire. Once the bag is closed, all non clothing items will be ejected from the bag. The bag cannot store armor.

For the DM: this is used by many nobles who travel from kingdom to kingdom on diplomatic missions. It’s easier than lugging around suitcases and chests full of formal gowns. Adventurers who have a nack for picking up cloaks, hoods, robes, capes or other clothing material might find it useful. Jewelry is considered clothing but it must be stored in the drawer before closing the bag or it will be ejected.

For flavor: picture Hermiones satchel. It’s a clever satchel with elegant embroidery and a gilded cord loop opening

Barn Bag - very rare

This bag features six compartments, each of which has a 10x10 room that can hold one the following:

• one large creature

• two medium creatures

• three small creatures

• five tiny creatures

To use, speak the command word and the bag enterance will open to allow a large creature to fit inside. You have to have a mental image of the creature when you open the bag, and a vortex will suck that creature into the bag harmlessly if it’s within 10 feet. An unwilling creature can attempt to escape by making a DC 15 dexterity check. A creature with an intelligence of 4 or less automatically fails. A creature that is sentient (can understand or speak a language) can make that check with advantage and can repeat the check every morning until it escapes or is released. An incapacitated creature automatically failed the save, but is then stabilized and brought to 1 HP. While in the bag, the animals don’t age or require food or drink

For the DM: this bag is meant for temporary animal storage. Often used by ranchers and farm hands for transporting from one field to another easily, they are occasionally used by poachers to trap wild animals. Circuses are known to use several of these bags too to move their exotic performers easily. Adventurers find these bags to be an easy way to transport mounts or companions, though occasionally they are tasked with capturing a beast. While the animals won’t die of neglect, they can interact with other animals in he same compartemt so keep that in mind if your party wants to put a house cat in a room full of chickens. If a sentient creature (speaks and/or understands a language) is put in this bag for more than one consecutive week, it gains one point of cumulative madness for every consecutive week so keep that in mind if they want to put rare intelligent creatures in there long term.

The signs as cats
  • Aries: The cat that grooms itself for hours
  • Taurus: The cat that meows when their food bowl is half empty or there is something floating in their water bowl
  • Gemini: The cat that runs around crazily in the night like a demon
  • Cancer: The cat that follows you around meowing for attention
  • Leo: The cat that refuses to eat dry food
  • Virgo: The cat that licks you affectionately
  • Libra: The cat that really likes the shower/bathtub
  • Scorpio: The cat that must thoroughly explore each new box, bag or item set on the floor
  • Sagittarius: The cat that locks eyes with you as they knock something on a table over
  • Capricorn: The cat that you constantly catch giving you a hard side eye
  • Aquarius: The cat that eats your plants
  • Pisces: The cat that sleeps on their back in the sun, and gets up to move as the light shifts
Things Retail workers HATE:

• “I wanna speak to your manager!”
• *tells you the price of every item as they’re taking it out of their cart*
• “Do you work here??”
• *Gives you half of their order saying they don’t want it anymore*
• *checks out 5 min after the store closes*
• “NO! I WANT EACH ITEM BAGGED SEPARATE!!”
• *hides things in random spots of the store*
• *watches- as their baby is sucking on an item, then puts it back afterwards*
• *Lets their kids ‘pretend’ shop- filling the cart with random things*
• *asks you to take off items, then changes their mind*
• *spends 10 minutes looking for a coupon as their checking out*
• *silences you* “I’m on the phone.”
• *Leaves their garbage behind items on the shelf*

Honesty Hour

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Style: One-Shot

Requested?: Yes, by anon: I NEED A BESTFRIEND!TOM HIDDLES AND (Y/N) ONE SHOT NOW PLS THANKS x

Warnings: Language, some angst, and implications of sex. But really this is just pure hilarity in a fake world where all these adorable man!heroes are your best friends.

Word Count: 3K

Summary: It’s your turn to host Friendsgiving, and all your closest friends are attending – Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, and of course, Tom Hiddleston. After a whole lot of booze, the conversation steers into the boys asking your ‘FMK’ (Fuck, Marry, Kill) opinions - which leads to honesty hour with Tom.

A/N: OK so writing five people is hard af and that’s why this is so freaking long, but if you bear with me through this I think you’ll actually LOL at several parts of this little drabble. :) Anon, I hope this does you justice! Gif isn’t mine!

Originally posted by arianalilyblack

You’re not sure why, or how, really, but for the second year in a row you’d agreed to it. You’d be hosting “Friendsgiving”, and in only a few minutes everyone would be arriving.

“Fuck me.” You mumble to yourself, fighting to get butter and pepper all over the outside of the turkey.

“Oh come on now, Doll. You gotta play a little harder to get than that.”

Chris’s voice made you jump.

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Consider:

Mullet Stan walked up from his car to the shack with his duffel bag over his shoulder. 

This is a mirror from how Stan left Ford’s life with nothing but the duffel bag as he was shoved out the door to when he comes back into his brother’s life again knocking on the door with the very same duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

Additional Idea to Consider: Why did Stan bring his duffel bag from his car? What was he hoping for that he’d need it?

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Sensory Overload Tips

as someone who frequently gets sensory overloads, here’s some tips for helping a friend with sensory overload and some tips for coping with them yourself.

To Help:

1. Give the person space!
this might seem like the most obvious thing ever, but if someone’s having a meltdown they need space so they don’t accidentally hurt you while they’re having a hard time.

2. DO NOT hit, get physical with, smack, or tackle the person to the ground!!!
DO NOT DO THIS. a sensory overload and subsequent meltdown is NOT your chance to physically harm someone. slapping them or hitting them will not make them “snap out of it” and you’ll only make them have a worse time.

3. Try to get them to a place where the stimuli isn’t as bad
i know that oftentimes it’s hard to remove a person from a loud situation, especially if they’re at a dance or a club, but trying to get them somehwere quieter like a bathroom or a stairwell will help 100% more than just getting people to move away from them and leaving them in the area where they’re overloaded.

4. Quietly ask them if they need anything and try to get it if they do
PLEASE do not pester the person with questions, just ask them calmly if they need water or a stim toy or something.

5. Act like it’s not a big deal if other people ask what’s wrong
this one might not be the case for everyone, but i’m always so so thankful when my friends don’t make a scene when i’m overloaded. it’s embarrassing when people start to ask questions and if someone acts like it’s a big problem, that’s even worse.

6. Let the person stim in whatever way they want
even if the stims seem weird, their comfort is the most important thing in this moment. if they request stim toys or their personal items like their bag or phone, give it to them. they desperately need the stuff and now’s not the time to be preaching about how dependent we are on technology.

To deal with:

1. Try to recognize the signs as quickly as possible
is your heart racing? are you sweating for no apparent reason? feeling tightness in your chest or lightheadedness? it’s probably a good time to find a quiet spot or bust out a stim toy.

2. Don’t try to control your stimming/echolalia
trying to stop yourself from stimming really doesn’t help. i know you don’t want to cause a scene, but you need to get rid of the excess sensory input in order to calm down. if you really want to conceal your echolalia, hold your phone up to your face, everyone will assume you’re talking to someone.

3. Bring your stim toys/comforting objects with you!
i know my stim toys/comfort objects tend to be bigger, but just bringing a spinner, headphones, or a clicky pen or even hobby items like a knitting project can help. most other autistic people i know have stim bags that they keep on them, and that’s great for sensory overloads! bringing scented items helps me a whole lot, because smells tend to calm me down.

4. Grounding techniques
anything to remind you where you are/that you’re still real and in the present is helpful. rubbing your hands together (but not so much that they start to feel numb), touching something slightly warm/slightly cool, pressure stimming, or covering your ears can be very grounding.

5. Drink some water/eat some food afterwards
this one’s really important, you need to stay hydrated especially! i know it seems beaten into the ground, but some room temperature/cool water really helps me after because drinking is a grounding sensation to me. food might not be the best idea if you get queasy, but beverages are helpful.

6. Treat yourself after!
aside from getting yourself a pick-me-up in the form of food and a beverage, do something nice. eat that special food you love, do one of your favorite hobbies, play your favorite game an hour longer than usual. you deserve it.

Dirty Secrets

Part II

[Part I Here]

Pairing : Professor Loki x Female Reader

Word Counts : 2,656

Summary : You’re a student in one of Professor Laufeyson’s classes, when you make a devastating mistake that will reveal your intimate thoughts of him.

Warnings : Smuty? Definitely Dirty. Angsty maybe?

A/N : Modern AU Loki. Y/E/C - Your Eye Color Y/L/N- Your Last Name. Please let me know what you think :)

Image not mine- credit to owner 


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Witch Tips

1) Leave your bottled water in moon light to enchant it with the moon’s properties 

2) Birthday candles are as good as any other candles and burn faster, which is great for spells asking for wax sealed caps and whatnot

3) Use the Major Arcana in tarot decks to help with answering questions; ie find the Moon in your deck and the cards on each side are things that are distracting you

4) Enchant pencils, notebooks, and textbooks for better memory or for luck for school and exams

5) Open windows when banishing entities so they have an exit. Close windows to keep them out afterwards

6) Clear quartz is great for amplifying so put another crystal near it to amplify that crystal’s properties

7) Use stamps and stickers in your grimoire or BoS 

6) Have a witchy planner to plan out moon phases, rituals, and coven meetings

8) If you can, craft what you think is trash into usable items - potato chip bags can be cleaned and used to hold tarot cards, bottles can be used for chimes, and almost anything can be used as a candle holder

9) Have plants, an essential oil diffuser, a humidifier, a fountain, or other objects that can cleanse the areas in your house. Bonus points if you put moon water in a humidifier 

10) Use car keys on a lanyard as a pendulum

anonymous asked:

im always ridiculously excited for any kind of writing you do. always makes my day. anyway, if you have time #19 for the drabble thing!

19. “The paint’s supposed to go where?”

“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

Dean hadn’t realized his voice could actually hit that pitch since puberty. He held the bag of art supplies in his hands, white-knuckling the thin plastic handles.

Sam, at least, looked as dumbfounded as Dean felt. He’d paused with a cabbage halfway out of the bag. Cas regarded them both curiously, steadily removing dry grocery items from their respective bags.

“Our room,” Cas said again, more slowly this time. He glanced from Dean to Sam, a frown creasing his brow. “Or… should I keep them in my old room and use it as a studio?”

“’Our’… ‘old’,“ Dean said. He looked to Sam for help. Sam’s gaze darted from Dean to Cas and back again. His jaw worked.

“Ah… congratulations?” Sam said uncertainly. Cas frowned at him.

“What is it?” Cas asked. He held onto the box of cereal he’d been unpacking. “What did I do?”

“Nothing,” Dean said immediately, because that was his kneejerk response to that tone in Cas’s voice. He winced. “Just… when you say shit like that, it has… you know.” He cleared his throat. “Connotations.”

And if those connotations made Dean’s heart speed up a little and his palms sweat, well. That was Dean’s problem.

He knew he was in well over his head. It had started off innocently enough; after all, what’s a little bed-sharing between friends when the nightmares are bad? A little fully-clothed cuddling, a sleepy Cas… Dean had been living his dream and kept his hands and his thoughts to himself, though some mornings he’d had to vacate the bed rather quickly lest Cas realize how much Dean enjoyed their little arrangement.

Dean’s feelings were entirely Dean’s problem. Cas was newly human and fragile and had night terrors to rival the ones Dean had after he got back from Hell. Dean wasn’t about to begrudge the guy anything that helped ease the nightmares, and if that ‘anything’ happened to be sleeping next to Dean at night, so much the better.

But it was platonic. Just… with cuddling.

But then Cas had to go and say our room in that voice of his, throwing the phrase out there like it was totally natural, and of course Sam would totally misread what was going on because fuck Dean Winchester’s life.

“Connotations,” Cas repeated, deadpan.

“If two people are sharing a room, it usually means they’re together,” Sam piped up helpfully. Cas stared at him. “Romantically.”

“And we’re not,” Dean interjected quickly, looking at Sam and hoping the younger Winchester would use some friggen’ sense and shut up before Cas realized that Dean saw him in a not-at-all-platonic light.

Dean didn’t know how Sam knew, but he knew Sam knew. Had known for a while that Sam knew, though they had never spoken about it.

Dean was so busy glaring Sam into submission that he completely missed the stunned look that crossed Castiel’s face.

“Oh,” Cas said, looking down at the cereal box now crumpled in his hands. He turned away and put the box down on the counter, where it promptly fell over as he busied himself instead with the other bags of groceries. Dean’s brow furrowed in concern.

“Cas?” he asked.

“I… excuse me,” Cas said, his head bowed just enough to hide his expression as he abandoned the bags of granola and flour in favor of the kitchen door. Dean exchanged flabbergasted, worried looks with Sam and took off after Cas.

“Cas?” he called, hurrying to catch up. He grabbed Cas’s shoulder, stopping him short, and pulled gently. Cas turned slowly back, his eyes on the floor. “What was that?”

“I…” Cas shook his head and then lifted his gaze to meet Dean’s. “What are we, Dean?”

Dean pulled his hand back as if Cas’s flesh burned. He backed up half a step, suddenly too aware that he was well in Cas’s personal space.

He opened his mouth and closed it again.

“Friends. We’re friends, Cas,” Dean said, his mouth suddenly dry.

Did Cas know that Dean wanted more than friendship with him? Was he disgusted?

Cas closed his eyes tightly and nodded his head once.

“Friends. Of course,” he said woodenly. He gestured vaguely behind himself, the movements of his hand was quick and sharp. “I’ll just… I can move my things back to my old-” He stopped himself. “My room.”

Dean’s heart dropped.

“You don’t have to do that,” he said, voice low with sudden panic. He’d been waking up with Cas in his arms for weeks now and he’d gotten used to the illusion of intimacy, the daydream made real. He didn’t want to lose that.

It was completely selfish of him, he knew that, but he couldn’t lose this now that he’d tasted it. He’d done his best to keep his feelings to himself, hadn’t he? He wouldn’t let his unrequited feelings be Cas’s problem, not ever, would never look or touch or kiss.

But if he lost Cas, if Cas left.

Cas was shaking his head.

“I should.” He looked at Dean, eyes wide and pleading. “Dean, I have to. I can’t- I misunderstood, I’m sorry.”

All warmth left Dean in a rush. He felt as if he’d been turned to stone, his feet heavy and arms weighed down.

“Okay,” Dean said. His voice cracked but he was beyond caring about that. He nodded and looked down. “Okay. If you gotta, I mean… okay.”

It wasn’t Cas’s fault Dean could feel his heart breaking. Dean knew it was his own fault. He’d just wanted it so badly he’d ignored how much it would end up hurting.

“Okay,” he said again, like repeating the word would make it true. Cas grabbed his wrist.

“Dean, if I’ve made you uncomfortable-” Cas swallowed compulsively. “You should have told me. I would have stopped.”

“Made me uncomfortable?” Dean asked, looking at him incredulously. Cas nodded, looking as though he were bracing himself for a blow.

“I assumed things, which I know now were… wrong.” Cas lifted his chin, jaw set firm. “I never intended my feelings to become your problem and you’re not obligated to… indulge me.”

Dean’s brain short circuited. His synapses busted a fuse. He stared dumbly at Cas, his thoughts chasing themselves in circles as the words refused to make sense.

Your feelings?” he echoed, thunderstruck. Cas’s expression shuttered and he let go of Dean’s wrist, only for Dean to grab his and pull him back.

“You assumed things?” Dean asked, heart beating so frantically he could feel it in his ears. “What did you assume?”

Cas looked at him, wary and a little pained, a little uncertain. Dean brought his other hand up to cup Cas’s cheek, watching the former angel’s eyes widen.

“What did you assume, Cas?” Dean asked again. Cas breathed.

“That you and I…” he said. His voice trailed off uncertainly. His eyes flicked down to Dean’s mouth and Cas licked his lips unconsciously, nervous.

“That we?” Dean echoed, letting his gaze linger on Cas’s mouth. Letting Cas catch him looking, watching the understanding slowly dawn on his face.

“That we’re together,” Cas said. Dean felt the words settle in his chest, lighting him up from the inside out.

“Do you want that?” Dean asked, breathless and already knowing the answer.

“Do you?” Cas asked, stunned. Dean laughed, the joy in him bubbling up and spilling over as he finally, finally leaned in to kiss Cas.

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Bus Stop

[V/Jihyun Kim X Reader]


Every day he saw her waiting there at the bench. Sometimes she would be standing. Her sun dress flowing in the wind, as if the lace or fabric had been lighter than air, catching even the smallest breeze. Her hair dancing about her face. His eye sight was poor, but he could see her tangled hair dancing. He could smell the perfume of her shampoo carried in the wind as he approached her. Other times she would be huddled together on the bench as she sat. Her knees clenched closely as she held her heavy coat to her frame in the cold wind.

It was the same as when he first met her. The droplets of rain fell hard, each splash on the pavement demanded your hearing. V could hardly believe someone had been caught so off guard by the storm. Her hands went from wiping her ever-dampening hair to her arms, to her soaked cloth clinging to her frame. He remembered thinking how beautiful and natural she looked. How helpless. How, in that moment, he saw someone in need of his help, even if his sight was less than superb. Her bangs and hair clung to her face and she smiled to him. The smile that he had grown to look forward to for weeks to come.

“Please, share my umbrella?” he asked of her as he held it above her shivering frame.

It was the first thing he ever said to her. The first words ever spoken between them as they stood there at the bus stop. Her careful nod and slight smile pierced through him in that instant. Her gratitude. Had he ever been so thankful for his eyesight before?

In his mind he could remember every detail of her. Her face. Her makeup and the way the strands of hair clung messily to her face from the rain like thin vines on a beautiful sculpture. The sound of the droplets on the umbrella and the feel of wetness as the bottoms of his jeans began to soak water and creep up his shins. It didn’t matter, as long as she was dry and comfortable.

“Thank you,” she spoke in soft syllables through the heavy rain.

Her voice had been like a symphony to the backdrop of the rain pattering. Her smile the beams of sunlight in the clouds of rain. It was a gift to see her before him.

When the bus approached and she nodded in gratitude before entering, he felt a heaviness in his chest. Such grace and beauty lost to him now because he hadn’t the courage, nor the strength, to ask her for any more than she had already bestowed upon him. Only a  warm smile and a slight giggle from her as he sheltered her from the rain.

The next day it was drizzling lightly as he approached the bench. His sight limited to the bus. And…as if a sign from above, he saw her looking back to him with that same sweet smile. It would insight the tightness in his chest once more. She recognized him? Even with his blurry vision he could never mistake her for another.

“Hello, V!” she would smile and exclaim every time.

Always the same cheerful greeting. It always elicited his heart to work overtime in his chest. He wanted to know more about her. Wanted her to know more about him.

“Call me Jihyun, remember,” he laughed and smiled.

“Oh! Of course, I’m so sorry,” she would laugh and cover her face in embarrassment.

He loved that about her. And without another thought his umbrella would be covering her and sheltering her from the spring rain.

“You don’t take the same route as I do, yet you’re always here at the same time,” she says casually, “why do you take the bus? Your clothes….ah! I’m sorry, is that rude?”

The way she gets flustered turns his cheeks red. He didn’t think he was dressed so richly? Maybe only compared to Jumin…

“It’s not rude,” he chuckled, “my eye sight…” he let his voice trail off.

“I know,” she replied.

Delicate fingertips pressed against his cheeks and shocked him more than he had anticipated. The feeling of her warm fingertips on his skin made his heart leap and his body feel warmth in the growing cold.

“Is that why you…ride public transport?” she had asked.

“Mostly, yes,” he found himself admitting.

It is true. He can still see alright, enough to get around daily life. But he can not drive. Public transport is his means of traveling. He doesn’t wish to be like his friend Jumin, spending money on personal drivers and cars. Figures from afar appear as blurs, but not her.

Perhaps it was the way she smelled. Or sounded.

He could hear her rustling and know it was her. Her delicate hands moving through her bag to find her chapstick. Or her sunglasses. Or phone. He could tell her apart from anyone else in the world. it would start off as if she had forgotten the thing completely. Frantic and manic were her hands in the pockets and crevices of her bag. Eventually, the all-too-familiar sigh would escape her when she found what she was looking for. Maybe others could not pick it up, but he could. He heard and watched her pop the cap from her chapstick in the summer and rub it against her full lips. She wasn’t aware of how bad his sight had been. But she was more aware than most.

Most good days, when he met her at the bench, they would talk about themselves. If she was carrying bags, she would explain what she purchased for him. Even if it was trivial, he found himself enthralled in her explanations.

“Shoes for the beach. You know my old ones always gave me trouble,” she laughed and he agreed since he had known as well, “and this new dress. I don’t know how well it will look. Maybe for a lunch with friends…”

She held the dress up to herself and he felt almost bad for imagining her in it. Perhaps on a moonlit night. She would be waiting as he approached from a street corner. She would be smiling, only for him, in that dress. He’d buy her dinner and wine. They would share her favorite dessert and she would tell him all about her day. He would listen intently. He cared. For a moment he had to remind himself of where he was.

“It’s a beautiful dress for you,” he remarked.

“Why, thank you,” she replied and stuffed the items back in her bag with red cheeks.

One day she was showing him what she had purchased, when she noticed how aloof he seemed, though he was trying his hardest not to show it.

“Your eyesight,” she spoke softly, “it’s getting worse…isn’t it…”

Why was he choking back his words? Was it the slight drizzling rain clouding his eyes, or his own tears as he held his umbrella over what he hoped was her frame. If he could do anything in this world, it was to keep her from being cold…and wet. Somehow, she knew. Just by the way he had acted, for he hadn’t said a word about how he was doing.

He felt a soft hand on his own free one. It was hers. Without thinking twice he smiled and let her lead him. He could even hear her smile in her voice.

“Sunglasses…not that I’ll be needing them anytime soon, don’t you agree? I feel like a fool for believing the weatherman,” she laughed and held her forehead against his own as she did so, while still guiding his hand around her bag.

Was she not put off by his ailment? It was one of the first times he could say he hadn’t felt like an outsider. Someone who needed to be asked to be accepted. She had grabbed his hand…

She had grabbed his hand…and from then on, she continued to do so.

Some days, he didn’t need it. Some days, the sun shone bright and still would be out-shined by her radiance. Her smile and aura as he approached the bench would radiate his core. Whether she was heading to work, meeting friends or shopping, she looked beautiful and full of hope to him. She filled him with her warmth even on the coldest of days.

It wasn’t since Rika that he had felt this way about another human being. And even thinking about her inner beauty, could he say he even felt this way about Rika? No. This person who had accepted him as who he was, even with his sight as it happened to be. This person who asked nothing from him other than conversation as they waited for the bus to take them to their destinations.

When he had fallen in love with her, who could say? But he was sure she felt the same way. Her subtle touches to his hands and arm when they met. The way she leaned in close to explain things to him.

“It is cold…but I do appreciate the rain,” she said one day to him after he had placed his jacket over her. “It gives life to the flowers around us, the plants…Life would cease to exist without the rain. I think we should appreciate it. Don’t you agree?” she asked him.

Of course he did. His hands held her shoulders tightly as he explained so. How badly he wanted to ask her to dinner in that moment. Maybe just to a cup of coffee. To ask her everything about herself. Did she garden? What was her favorite film? Did she enjoy music?

He could sense a lot about her just in the time they spent together. She was selfless. She only went shopping when it meant it was needed. If it was for meeting friends, or perhaps something she didn’t have before. He liked that about her. She was observant.

“The bus has been a little late…fourth time this week…I hope the driver isn’t feeling ill,” she had mentioned one day.

He laughed.

“What’s so funny?” she smiled and put her hand on his forearm playfully, “ I really am worried!”

“Only you would be worried about the driver when your ride is late…I just…find it charming,” he admitted to her.

When he was late, or struggling to make it to the bench, he found her at his side, helping carry his things and hold him steady.

One particularly rainy day, her bus arrived on schedule. It was the familiar slosh of the flowing gutters as it pulled close to the curb for her. The all-too-familar squeak of the door hinges as it swung opened for her. But she did not move. She did not enter. Her hand lay wrapped on his forearm, which held his umbrella sturdy to protect her the best he could from the elements.

“I’m not going in today,” she spoke coyly as the door shut and the sound of the bus driving down the road faded once again in the distance.

He couldn’t hold back his smile much longer. Her touch soothed him. Her delicate hands he had grown to fall in love with. And the sweetness in her voice like warm honey coating his soul.

“We can’t waste the day,” he found himself replying, “how about I take you to lunch…and then maybe dinner?”

“Nothing could make me happier, Jihyun,” she pulled her body in close to his as she spoke.

He could feel her steps in sync with his own. This wasn’t the first time he had taken her out. Not even the twentieth time…her feet and hands, her voice, her steps and the pitter patter they made next to his own feet…the way she walked was all too familiar.

Yes…this day was like many others he had come to share with her. And yet…he felt in his pocket, that hardness in the shape of a box. The velvet case with a ring inside.

It may have come to be a familiar day for them. But today, he would ask her to be his wife.

Where to Buy Fidget/Stim Toys IRL

Fidget toys are great- I couldn’t function without them! Some of the best ones can only be found online, but sometimes it’s more convenient (for whatever reason) to buy them in person. With some creativity and a good eye you can find great stim toys almost anywhere. That having been said, here are some of my favorite places to shop for them:

Target: There is always something to fidget with at Target. Check the dollar spot, the party favor section, and the party favor/generic cheap things area of the toy section. Sometimes puzzles and games can be repurposed for stimming as well. I’ve also heard that the baby section has chewable items.

Stop&Shop: The toy section has playdoh and squishy things! Silicone pot holders are also great stim toys.

Claire’s: Depends on the day because their stock rotates quickly, but they can have stretchy wristbands (coiled or otherwise), tactile pens and device cases, and other stuff.

Specialty Toy Stores: A lot of these places will have stuff like Thinking Putty, pop toobs, stress balls, wooden fidgets, and fancy games/puzzles that have parts that can be taken to fidget with. Oftentimes blind bag items (such as Mashems/Fashems) can be used for fidgeting while bearing the likeness of your favorite character!  

Specialty Bookstores: Depends on the store, but book stores that have toy sections often carry fidget items or puzzles/games that can be used as such.

Any store with a Toysmith Kiosk: This category often falls under the above two. As a kid, all my fidgets came from toysmith displays. Nowadays you can even get Tangle Juniors in some of them. There is something for every fidgeter at one of these.

Drugstores: This one can be a hit-or-miss, but I’ve seen stress balls and squishy seasonal items at CVS and independent drugstores.

Tourist trap souvenir/junk shops:These places often carry stress balls, weighted animals, fidgety pens, or practical joke items that can be repurposed for your needs.

Museum Shops: You can find Tangles, themed rubix cubes, hand puzzles, and other handmade or local fidget toys here. Science museums often carry physics toys, slime, or squishy dinosaurs/the like. Pro tip: you can enter most museum shops without buying a ticket to the museum.

Happy Stimming/Fidgeting!

Bring It To You

Summary: After a string of sleepless nights, Bucky doesn’t join in on a group bonding activity and you try your best to cheer him up.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,409

Warnings: floof

A/N: This is my submission for Caro’s Game of Prompts! Thank you for organizing, and congratulations on your milestones @sanjariti ily 💗 💗 

Originally posted by madstan

Engrossed in a new book, you were curled up in your favourite armchair, devouring the words on the page as your eyes flicked rapidly from one side of the page to the other.  The author was fantastic at keeping you engaged, so much so that you didn’t hear Steve until he tapped your shoulder.

“Hey, you alive?” Steve asked, taking the seat beside you to slip on his shoes.

“Yeah, did you say something?” you replied while finishing up the sentence and marking your page with a bookmark.  

“I asked if you were coming to Coney Island?” A group bonding activity, he called it when he told you yesterday.  “We’re leaving kinda now.”  

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Curly curly curly - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

#5. Doing each other’s hair. Heyyyyyyy , first request for something else than Marvel or DC ! I’m excited :D. Hope you’ll like it :

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-This is ridiculous.

You sigh for the hundredth times today, and ignore yet again his comment. He scoffs at your lack of vocal reaction, but doesn’t do anything to get away from you, which you took as a good sign. You resumed what you were doing, and turn your head toward the entrance door as you can hear John’s footsteps going up the stairs. 

Without seeing him, you were sure it was John Watson. You’d recognize the way he walked anywhere. Each of his feet on the wooden steps making a particular sound, unique to his way of climbing stairs. You’ve always been able to tell those kind of things…Most people pegged you for a crazy person, or a stalker, as you always knew too much about them before they even spoke to you. Most people…But Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. 

And sure enough, the door opened on a John whose hands were full of groceries. When he saw you, his face brightened, and you smiled back to him. You two became great friends, and John would always have a soft spot for you because of how happy you made his best friend (though Sherlock would scoff at that, calling him a “cheesy pathetic hopeless romantic man”…even though he was right). 

Sherlock didn’t even turn around to greet his friend, still kind of annoyed with you and your stubbornness to…brush his goddamn hair. 

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