This fic was inspired by the lovely @xfile-cabinetx I was talking with her and she told me how she wanted a fluffy piece and she said a certain line and this idea popped into my head. I know that I owe that much since I have written two pieces that were super angsty. I hope you enjoy! Word Count: 944 Triggers: None
Scully looked at Mulder’s sleeping form in the early hours
of the morning. She couldn’t stop
smiling to herself. She can’t remember
any time that she has ever seen him this at peace while he was awake. Scully slipped out of bed, grabbing one of
his shirts hanging from his bed post, leaving the couple top of buttons
undone. She pulled light grey wool socks
on that drooped around her ankles before padding quietly to the kitchen. She glanced over her should to make sure she didn’t
wake him before she started to rummage quietly through his kitchen cabinets for
coffee and some sort of food. She
frowned to herself when she only found the proper stuff for coffee.
She looked at his overflowing sink of used coffee mugs and
the outstanding amount of garbage that was stuffed into his garbage bin. She couldn’t help but shake her head before
pulling her hair into a loose pony tail as she tried to figure out what to tackle
first. Finding a clean mug or finding
something edible. She let out a soft
snort and figured that it would be easier to clean two mugs.
Mulder leaned against the door frame, grinning to
himself. He watched the way that she
stretched for his dish detergent. He
admired the way his boxers peeked out from underneath his shirt. He wished he had a camera to freeze this moment
in time for eternity. This was one of
his favorite ways of seeing Scully.
Scully rolled up her sleeves before running the hot
water. She nearly jumped out of her skin
when Mulder wrapped his arms around her lithe waist. She felt his gentle lips and his prickly
stubbled rub against her skin before she felt him kiss where her neck and
shoulder met. She heard his deep inhale and couldn’t help but smile to
“Mmmm…. if you keep doing that, we won’t have coffee until
noon!” Scully teased as she relaxed her body against his.
Mulder smiled to himself as he squeezed her tighter to his
body, “Oh is that so? Well, I guess that will have to wait until later. After last night, I need some coffee and food
in my system before I can even function properly.” Mulder didn’t have to see Scully’s face to
know that she was blushing.
“Then how about you let me get to work and accomplish this for
us?” Scully quipped as she gently rubbed her palms against his bare arms. She could feel his heat radiate into her
body, warming her to the bone.
I remade my old needle felted Fonn a while ago, but never got a chance to take a decent photo of her. So here it is! She’s about 15" tall from ears to claws, and 24" long from the tip of her nose to tip of her tail. The feathers on her wings were wet felted first, pieced out, and needle felted onto the wing’s base. I’m, pretty happy with this incarnation of her, but of course there’s always ways to improve! Each version of her has its own unique charm to it and I wouldn’t give up either of them. <3 I will be making a larger, more life-size version of her when I gather up enough materials.
She’s made with a combination of wools, like Merino and a core wool blend, she has a wire armature so she is poseable, including her wings and ears.
TEXTURES By MJ in a sartorial totallook of CESARE ATTOLINI ! only the gilet in scottish cashmere is MADE by FEDELI. fabric is an original shetland wool woven by FOX BROTHERS. corsil lapelchain by ASCIONE
A collection of recent wildlife modelled yarn bowls. All of these designs are on earthwoolfire.etsy.com and are made to order at £100 GBP. There are also new wildlife designs appearing soon that are Moose, Sheep and an Owl yarn bowl designs.
During the Great Depression, Levi is an orphan living in a shanty town in the middle of Central Park. When a little boy with a cherubic face offers charity to the indigent Levi, his life changes in an unpredictable fashion.
*This is based off of La Dame aux Camélias by Alexandre Dumas fils, which inspired La traviata (my favorite opera), which is what the Moulin Rouge movie was based off of, so yeah, you know where this is kinda going. Yeh.
All prompts for this week will be one contiguous storyline. Things happen later, I promise.*
The newspaper made a soft crinkling in his hands as he handed it back to Hange.
“It’s him,” he announced, and Hange squinted hard at the black and white photo of a well-dressed blond and his date, under which the caption read: “Coffee heir returns from the London season to attend New York society soirees.”
“Are you sure?” Hange asked, incredulous.
“Yeah,” Levi says, taking a sip of his tea. “Which is why you have to get me into one of those parties.”
Levi’s memories of those days are hazy, at best. During the Depression, days ran into each other like a tide, and it was impossible to recall what one did from one day to the next. Levi starved and slept, and begged and scrapped and did what he had to do to survive. So when the society ladies in their wool coats and fox furs came to administer their version of the dole, consisting of day old bread and canned beans handed out behind the prophylactic protection of expensive lambskin gloves, it was an occasion not to be forgotten.