#pebbles sticker book

[pebblesblog]

My sheet of vintage frog stickers! Please rb not re post!!

#pebblesblog #sensory #sfw #nurodivergent #pebblesboards #moodboard #stimboard #retro stickers #vintage stickers #stickers #sticker book #sticker collection #vintage #frog #frog sticker #frog stickers #sticker uk #pebbles sticker book #pebbles sticker collection #frogs with hats

[mushroomates]

the fellowship at the beach:

aragorn: knows exactly where to go for peak waves and sun. it’s not crowded and quite frankly the fellowship is unsure if they’re technically trespassing but it’s a good enough time for them not to care. likes to set up canopies and umbrellas for everyone then disappears for like 2 hours on a walk/hike.

boromir: likes to grill/camp out. he enjoys large bond fires and roasting marshmellows. during the day he likes to do beach volleyball or swim in the ocean, a very physical dude. enjoys activities,,, has to be doing something.

merry: likes to fly kites with boromir on the dunes. not a huge fan of water, enjoys playing games and building large sandcastles. he and pippin like to turn gandalf into a sand mermaid when the can, as well as dig a giant moat with gimli.

pippin: gets sunburnt everytime. has so much sand in his hair. gets it everywhere. is a walking disaster- has lost several hats, sunglasses, beach toys, wallets, keys, phones,,,, everything pippin has in his possession when he comes to the beach he will no longer have when he leaves. this also includes the many stickers, magnets and keychains he swipes from nearby shops for keepsakes. wants to rent a jetski but no one will go with him.

frodo: likes to wade in the water and collect pretty seashells. brings them back to his friends to show them off. finds rocks in all shades and sizes, brings samwell heart shaped rocks as well as any cool colored ones that remind him of sam. gandalf once asked why frodo never brought him any rocks, in which frodo started collecting all grey rocks and bringing them to gandalf. funnily enough, most rocks are some shade of grey, and gandalf got rather sick of pebbles being chucked at him.

sam: has many towels and lots of sunscreen. very prepared with the snacks, brings sandwiches and drinks for everyone! likes to hang out in the shade and walk along the shore. enjoys the touristy shops along the coast, especially likes the salt water taffy and keychains. laughs loudly at all the gimmicky tourist traps,,,, always goes in/falls victim to them.

legolas: is weird about sand,,,,, cannot have it between him and something else. ex: between the shoes, clothing, hair. has to be directly on him or nothing at all (walking barefoot) once they are even within proximity the beach he jumps out immediately charges towards the water. likes to push people in/splash them.

gimli: no shoes no shirt no problem,,, immediately in just swim trunks as soon as they pull up to the parking lot. enjoys building massive sand castles with the hobbits as well as digging deep trenches to trap their compatriots in. they cover it with a towel, someone falls in and nearly breaks their neck- good times.

gandalf: brings a book to read, likes to chill in the shade and listen to the waves. falls asleep more often then not, wakes up barricaded in sand or made into a sand sculpture. will disappear suddenly and come back with ice cream. no one knows where he got it. he does not share or tell anyone where he gets this mysterious ice cream either.

bilbo: is reading with gandalf. he brings some iced tea and good sunglasses and just relaxes. he is a active people watcher, likes to eavesdrop as well as note and speculate on interesting figures. likes to do some light journaling/writing as well.

gollum: is fishing. lurks in the bay and attempts to catch fish with his bare hands, then proceeds to immediately eat them raw. also chases seagulls- will chath and eat those as well. he is, unfortunately, quite successful in this. he is also no longer allowed in or around several public beaches.

#lord of the rings #jrr tolkien #legolas #gandalf #lotr #pippin #samwise gamgee #lotr headcanons #merry and pippin #beach day #the fellowship #the fellowship of the ring #the hobbit #frodo baggins #bilbo baggins #gollum #smeagol #pippin took #merry brandybuck #frodo and sam #gimli #gimli son of gloin #boromir #boromir son of denethor #aragorn #aragorn son of arathorn #legolas greenleaf #middle earth #tolkien #jrrt

[ineffable-problem]

pranks i think Crowley has or would do

gluing coins on pavement

puts pebbles in peoples shoes when people aren't looking

removing bookmarks from books (he stopped after he did it to Aziraphale and he got upset)

walks around eating from a mayo jar, when people question him he tells them it vanilla pudding (its actually mayo)

buying 900 mini plastic ducks and hiding them around the bookshop and telling Aziraphale that their were 1000

woopie cushions (lets be honest he probably invented them)

drinks regular water in a flask labeled holy water (mostly does this around other demons

buying a bunch of those broken glass stickers and placing them randomly around London

he miracles puddles so people get splashed

salt in coffee/tea (did this to Aziraphale once and got an earful about wasting food)

drinks something (probably water, alcohol, or coffee) out of a Windex or bleach bottle

moving all the furniture in a room 1-2 inches to the side

takes a pictures of someone on his phone and then switches the picture to something different

buys rubber bugs and rats and scatters them in restaurants

moves one book around the bookshop (i feel like it would be the same book, he moved it once a day for like a month before Aziraphale confronted him)

glitter bombs

ding dong diching someone

he would use one of those prank cups that look like they have liquid in them but their actually empty

toothpaste Oreos

wrapping everything in a room with wrapping paper (he did this once around Christmas to Aziraphale but it was too much work so he didn't do it again)

this is by know means a complete list, feel free to add more.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #gomens #anthony j crowley #good omens crowley #pranks #pranks Crowley would defiantly do #crowley

[pondering-peach]

Gorgug Thistlespring has fully possessed my brain soooooooo

Headcanons

Mostly listens to like, rock music and sad boy indie music. Every song on Zeldas playlist is in his liked songs.

(I saw someone draw him in a shirt that said 'Mithril Maiden' on it which i assume is the like, in-universe version of Iron Maiden and it is his favorite band)

Enjoys to sew and embroider. Also made about a hundred thousand of those little woven friendship bracelets after Kristen taught him some designs.

All of his stuff is covered in stickers, patches, and pins.

Transmasc Demiboy & Bisexual

He's been gauging his ears since the 7th grade (theyre at a 12mm) and he got his septum peirced in the 8th grade. He gets a vertical labret when they're in Leviathan.

In the Thistlespring tree, way up in the branches, Gorgug has a hammok tied up and a small table built onto the tree. During summer break, he can spend full days up in the hammok listening to music and drawing or making/tinkering with something.

Replaced his shoelaces with those fancy stretchy ones so he can slip his shoes on and off easier.

Farsighted

Gorgugs sketchbook and journal are one book, so people dont often see his drawings. He doesnt carry the book around with him, in exclusively lives in the shoebox under his bed, along with a small collection of cassette tapes, condoms (his parents insisted) a lighter, some cool heart-shaped pebbles Zelda gave him, and the last of the duskmoss from the nightmare forest.

Hasnt cut his hair since 7th grade and has no intention of doing so any time soon.

The white streaks in his hair are more prominent, laced all through the front half of his hair and down through his right eyebrow.

He likes to get stoned and do yoga like, once or twice a week. It helps with mindfulness and self-grounding.

(dont tell anyone but he usually finishes his routine up with a good shower cry as a way to release that pent up anger- doing yoga helps bring those emotions to the surface in a healthy way so that he can expel them after).

Really, really likes grilled cheese and carrot sticks.

A sketch i did earlier

A playlist i made on spotify

#this is all i got for now but u better believe im gonna add onto this shit in the future #gorgug thistlespring #dimension 20 #d20 fantasy high #fantasy high sophmore year #gorgug thistlespring headcanons #gorgug thistlespring fanart #Spotify #my art #brain thougts tm

[falldogbombsthemoon]

I'm so nostalgic lately.

To the village where my grandma used to live. Where my dad grew up. Everything was so nice and clam.

Paragraphs of quinn being nostalgic following

The house where even my grandma grew up. The high grown, dry grass in the garden and the trees i used to sit in. The neighbors horses, to which I threw bad apples. The empty rabbit cage, that hasn't seen a rabbit since the 80s.

My grandpa's workshop room, I used to spend hot days in, making art out of wood scraps. The ominous basement rooms, that all stored selfmade food.

The creaking kitchen floor, that had changed its color where the most traffic is. The horrible drawers, that I always had to save the stuff that had fallen behind them. The big living room, where my family, my grandparents, and my uncles family shared biscuits every holiday. The record players, where my brother put on fairytales for me. The small living room, where I used to peek in every drawer and waited for new comics to appear.

The stairs up with the bamboo railing I climbed on like a professional. The little window on the staircase, from which I could see the fields that storks lived on and far on the horizon i saw another village with a big shop sign, glowing in the dark.

The green tiled bathroom that had a sticker on the wall that read leftist poetry.

My dad's old room, that I remember all the time. The posters on the wall, the guitars, the desk that always had some tech on there, the chair I always hid behind when playing hide and seek, the roof slope, the 3 colored stripes making their way around the top of every wall, the glass table on the woven carpet, the playmobil tv reporter truck.

My uncles room, where my mom and I slept. Every night, I could hear the trains passing on the tracks next to the house, sleeping in my too small children's bed.

The winded little road to the badly made brick 'main street' of the village. That street brought you either into the 'city' where I spent all my money in the book or toy store or out of the village. Over a bridge, to the fields, a scrap yard, and lastly to a beautiful bridge, in the middle of nature. The chewing gum venting automates, that probably haven't been filled up for decades on every second corner. The playground, where I dug out old glass bottle shards and pebbles, to take them home and present them to my family.

I haven't been there for years. After my grandpa died in 2018, my grandma couldn't take care of the house anymore either and sold it to the neighbor. Renovated. I'm never gonna see these rooms again. At least not like they were. Life was so easy and exciting. Nature felt like a gift. And I just want that to come back.

#that village felt like home #more than my actual home village #when i finish school imma go back there. #or into a big city idk #i feel like i need small towns to ground me with life #ah god enough. go sleep quinn #quinns daily yapping post

[pandorasgirlfriend]

Marauders era aesthetics

James Potter - Gryffindor

broomsticks, quidditch robes, hot butter beer, autumn leaves, cinnamon, apple pie, dancing badly, movie nights, campfires, walks in the rain, adventures, new places, maps, fireworks, pine trees

Sirius Black - Gryffindor

leather jackets, thunderstorms, cigarettes, eyeliner, oversized hoodies, stolen sweaters, band t-shirts, rock music, record players, breaking rules, strong emotions, playing in the snow, drawing, friendship, loopy handwriting

Remus Lupin - Gryffindor

worn out sweaters, fresh parchment, old books, cigarettes, tea, ink pots, messy handwriting, chocolate, old shoes, fuzzy socks, forests, tragic smiles, sarcasm, big mugs

Peter Pettigrew - Gryffindor

birthday cakes, smiles, surprises, hot chocolate, board games, reading marathons, baby animals, weird talents, chess, soft blankets, herbal tea, disney songs, long walks, sunny afternoons, baking

Lily Evans - Gryffindor

vanilla ice cream, strawberries, summer dresses, scented candles, lemonade, snort-laughing, taylor swift, wild flowers, braided hair, gummy worms, romance novels, stuffed animals, lip balm, freckles

Marlene McKinnon - Gryffindor

jewelry, eyeliner, fishnet tights, dyed hair, crisp weather, polaroid pictures, parties, mint, iced coffee, whipped cream, thrift stores, friendship bracelets, sushi, piercings, chipped nail polish

Mary MacDonald - Gryffindor

cute pyjamas, tea leaves, crystals, glitter, cats, coloured pencils, heart doodles, lemon water, curly hair, bralettes, cardigans, flared jeans, poetry, musicals, taylor swift

Frank Longbottom - Gryffindor

wild ideas, free spirit, hot cocoa, beach days, watermelons, waffles, pure heart, passing notes, willow trees, best presents, bright colours, cartoons, rainy days, hide and seek

Alice Fortscue - Ravenclaw

floral patterns, picnics, pixie cuts, leather sandals, forest fruits, ice cream, horror films, blanket burritos, salted crisps, summer breeze, soft lips, mascara, lipstick, brown eyes, creativity

Emmaline Vance - Ravenclaw

open windows, windy weather, mythology, zodiac signs, photography, blueberries, jasmine tea, dark colours, dark hair, forests, classical music, astronomy, lavender, messy hair

Xenophillius Lovegood - Ravenclaw

wild imagination, obscure teas, colorful clothes, blue eyes, thoughtful gifts, rain, doodles, fantasy books, painting, museums, rivers, smooth pebbles, mascarpone, magazines, dark chocolate

Pandora Rosier - Ravenclaw

pearl necklaces, silver earrings, clouds, old books, ice skating, contagious laughter, curiosity, wild animals, cooking, windswept hair, pressed flowers, tall grass, butterflies, bird watching, denim jackets

Gilderoy Lockhart - Ravenclaw

poetry, snow, birds of paradise, valleys, cologne, rain, echoes, astronomy, charms, fame, elegance, fashion, dragon flies, ocean waves, new places

Sibyll Trelawney - Ravenclaw

crystal balls, minerals, tea leaves, cigarettes, long dresses, starry nights, zodiac signs, astronomy, mythology, piano music, poetry, teacups, essential oils, incense

Dorcas Meadows - Slytherin

colourful clothes, nails painted electric colours, raspberries, iced tea, citrus fruits, spring time, converse, lip gloss, lollipops, foreign languages, art museums, scrunchies, sticker collections

Evan Rosier - Slytherin

old books, long scarves, cooking, headphones, snowball fights, climbing trees (totally not a crimson rivers reference), binge watching shows, friendship bracelets, pet snakes

Lucius Malfoy - Slytherin

poetry, classical music, history, forests, dark chocolate, fresh parchment, mint, black coffee, architecture, quills, cunning ideas, birds of pray, sea salt, champagne glasses,

Narcissa Black - Slytherin

romance novels, red roses, bikinis, lakes, constellations, cheesecake, makeup, red lipstick, sorbets, diamond rings, piano music, black cardigans, white shirts,

Bellatrix Black - Slytherin

ball gowns, red wine, ambition, curly hair, reptiles, cliffs, mini skirts, cherries, eyeshadow, white bedsheets, silver jewelry, obsidian, black tea, powdered sugar

Andromeda Black - Slytherin

baking, summer dresses, messy handwriting, flower crowns, wild strawberries, ocean waves, blankets, crochet queen, picnic baskets, lace nighties, rose petals, full notebooks, sunsets

Regulus Black - Slytherin

big rooms, pianos, beaches, caves, echoes, books, theatre, sparkling water, lightning, rainy evenings, ink pots, poetry, dogs, cups of tea gone cold, rings, cologne, gobstones

Severus Snape - Slytherin

potions, tattered clothes, greasy hair, bad choices, unrequited love, snail slime, horrible personality, bullying children, blackmail

Rita Skeeter - Slytherin

gossip, perfume, fresh parchment, quills, romance novels, mini skirts, classical music, eyeliner, lipgloss, long nails, curled hair, insects, pressed flowers, blackmail, silver earrings

Barty Crouch Jr - Slytherin

messy hair, lakes, cupcakes, penknives, quills, mint, forests, fantasy novels, chess, thunderstorms, snow, black tea, mean comments, ink pots, empty rooms

Hestia Jones - Hufflepuff

cardigans, curiosity, adventures, confidence, mary jane shoes, fairy lights, pressed flowers, guitars, hardback books, daffodils, mermaids, beach days, sun hats, sparkly nail polish, long walks,

Ted Tonks - Hufflepuff

si-fi novels, video games, movie nights, cooking, photo booths, wax crayons, kanken backpacks, festivals, amusement parks, insects, hot chocolate, cookies, worn out jeans

Maryrose Jenkins - Hufflepuff

(this character is from “ The Marauders” series on wattpad by pengiwen, not canon, i just really wanted to include her)

scented candles, tatters converse, pressed flowers, lip balm, fantasy novels, curiosity, adventures, creativity, ice cream, sunsets, scrunchies, flared jeans, bikinis, butterflies

Amelia Bones - Hufflepuff

denim jackets, doc martens, essential oils, writing stories, lavender perfume, plant mom, big windows, forests, boats, hoodies, oversized t-shirts, black coffee, snow globes, seashells

Amos Diggory - Hufflepuff

creativity, cooking, adventures, movie nights, book shops, bow ties, lakes, woods, campfires, a little shy, cookies, tea, plants, sugar cubes, jokes, smiles

#james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #dorcas meadowes #alice fortescue #frank longbottom #Emmaline vance #xenophilius lovegood #pandora malfoy #gilderoy lockhart #sibyll trelawney #lucius malfoy #narcissa black #bellatrix black #andromeda black #regulus black #severus snape #rita skeeter #barty crouch junior #hestia jones #ted tonks #maryrose jenkins #amelia bones #ludo bagman #amos diggory #marauders era

[eldritch-spouse]

Thinking of the Krulu offerings posts, what sort of gifts would the others like? Would they want expensive trinkets; elegant hand-crafted items; or are they just going to melt at the implication that you were even thinking of them? (cough)patches(cough)

What gifts they like

Breg enjoys anything informative the most. Although it takes him a little while to read, the monster enjoys books too. Movies, romance book and very cliché romantic trinkets will do. But then again, he'll take anything you give him and get emotional, you could toss a pebble at the breeder, he'll squeal with joy.

Well, aside from booze, Fasma has a collection of keychains going on. The monster man may be tiny, but he has a fondness for shinny things. Do you have ridiculously expensive custom lighters? He also collects those.

Don't cook for Morell, he appreciates the effort but he's not going to be able to see it past his criticism. Instead, give him kitchen utensils, wacky stuff, funny aprons, that type of thing.

Vinnel likes clown-themed stuff. He has a small collection of ugly clown dolls somewhere. In general, anything clowncore or ugly is greatly appreciated. Has a small fondness for crooked toys as well, don't ask why. You can also give him bells, he needs those.

Gallon has peculiar tastes, you'll never quite know what he'll like. It either has to be really amusing or small and elegant. Like a glass paperweight with something glowing inside. He's a minimalist when it comes to decorations.

Santi loves gold, although that's understandably expensive. He insists people don't give him anything since his tastes are pricey, but jewelry is the fastest way to the incubus' heart. Or pants. Anything that flashes mostly. Either that or shitpost shirts, the "art thou nasty" kind.

Grimbly likes just about anything. He craves stuff. All the things. Give him more. If you see something cute that you think will fit him, he'll be very happy you got it for him. That being said, he has an endless Amazon wishlist so, don't bite off more than your poor wallet can chew just because he gives you puppy eyes.

Patches honestly doesn't even believe you'd give him anything. He's secretly a metalhead, and also a bit of a manic horse girl, so you're better off giving him hot topic trash or like, horse-themed stuff. Give him a metal horse shirt and this dullahan will take the knee right then and there. You're the one.

Nebul is another one whose tastes aren't too clear. As a monster who has lived for a longer while, he appreciates things that can still shock him. Bizarre stuff, thingamajigs with no real purpose- Something that screams and weilds knives, show him stupid stuff. Alternatively, he "eats" precious pearls. And by eats I mean he just shoves them in the mist of his head and dissolves them. Why? It apparently feels good.

I think we've discussed at length what Krulu wants by now, but he's by far the most demanding one. Remember to keep sentiments in mind when you offer them things. A statuette that reeks of boredom or spite is offensive to him.

Fank-e, bless his robot heart, wants just about the most cringe-inducing items you can get a hold of. Invader Zim t-shirts, neon bracelets, things so colorful it'll make most people's eyes vomit. Big fan of stickers, get him as many as you can, or glue them to his frame, he covers the broken part of his visor with them too.

Ludwig just wants food man. He's a hungry boy and he eats trash all the time, so give him a nice meal for once. He's not too attached to material possessions, even if his demon instincts tell him to hoard stuff at times, he mostly doesn't care that much. Ironic gifts always get a laugh out of him, such as glasses, which do nothing since his eyes are always closed.

#Bregory #Fasma oc #Krulu oc #Vinnel oc #Morell oc #Gallon oc #Grimbly oc #Ludwig oc #Fank-e oc #Santi oc #Nebul oc

[neopronouns]

colorgenders inspired by the results of a “What is your Aura” quiz ((https://)uquiz(.)com/quiz/pxTx2D/what-color-is-your-aura):

Sky: short poems, teacups, clear skies, diaries, dripping icicles, tears, tennis shoes.

Honeysuckle: succulents, key lime, glow-in-the-dark stars, blown glass, honeydew, garter snakes, notes in bottles.

Seafoam: clear water, milkshakes, crystals, agave, candy dishes, converse, seashells.

Yellow: daisies, road signs, bumblebees, lemon meringue, bicycles, polaroids, awnings.

Hickory: felled oak, brass, sunken ships, olive pits, graphic shirts, splinters, dark room.

Orange: guitars, fanta bottles, sunglasses, orange peels, butterflies, popsicles, paper lanterns.

Sage: herb clippings, matcha, bullet journals, mini backpacks, needle felts, pistachio, laptop stickers.

Teal: dyed hair, scales, doc martens, aurora borealis, stormy seas, kingfishers, agate. 

Royal (blue): crown jewels, portraits, satin chairs, masquerades, nebulas, betta fish, secrets.

Gold: lion statues, coins, gold leafing, bound books, goldfinches, crowns, heart lockets. 

Crimson: rose vines, blood, apples, velvet, sharp nails, galaxies, dripping jewellery.

Navy: brush strokes, suit jackets, midnight, comforters, star gazing, arctic waters, starlings.

Forest: fern leaves, greenhouses, cloaks, bookstores, pine trees, chokers, snake scales. 

honey: friendship bracelets, beehives, school buses, children's books, flower petals, honeyed toast, polaroids. 

Ashen: old newspapers, smoke, quiet cities, pale cheeks, pebbles, chalk, the clouded moon.

Garnet: Brooches, anthologies, stained glass, leaves, dining chairs, long robes, curtains.

Chiffon: stone walls, sweaters, moths, dusty lace, animal tracks, incense, throw pillows.

Red: leather jackets, cherries, bruised knuckles, roses, lipstick, fast cars, rose petals.

Magenta: splattered paint, glitter, childhood friends, neon, pleather, dance floors, crystals.

Amaranth: bundled flowers, ribbon, merlot, overcoats, gemstones, lipstick prints, red velvet.

Periwinkle: knit hats, candies, tiny flowers, beads, teacups, washi tape, clouds.

Jade: islands, sketchbooks, rainy windows, pendants, puzzle pieces, tree frogs, sea glass.

Pink: cupcakes, sunglasses, pink sands, starbursts, pinky promises, flower crowns, ice cream.

Rose: lace, blown kisses, milk tea, paper fans, pillows, ballet slippers, fairy wings.

Amethyst: earrings, violet corts, parades, gemstones, insect wings, grape bushels, outer space.

Noir: drops of ink, eyeliner, crows, spiders, charcoal, painted nails, the night.

Cream: dandelions, marble, bottled coffee, hair ties, banana cream, bedsheets, sketches. 

Beige: lattes, dry fields, footprints, easels, cat fur, pottery, fresh-baked cookies.

Pearl: abalone, perfume bottles, chandeliers, tulle, ball jointed dolls, satin, paint palettes. 

Bronze: leather books, cowboy hats, foxes, candle jars, sword hilts, cobblestone streets, hourglasses

Amber: autumn days, freckles, torches, cabins, fossils, unbrushed hair, enamel pins.

Fire: sunrises, woven blankets, campfires, tigers, whiskey, monarchs, road trips.

Purple: geodes, club lights, ferris wheels, sunglasses, hummingbirds, eyeshadow, outer space. 

Blush: lollipops, warm cheeks, lip gloss, flowers, flamingo feathers, painted nails, heart glasses.

finally done with all of these — they're queued!

#long post

[jem-fern]

Miniature Project: Happy Camper Caravan (Rolife)

Okay, here's the first project where I got really silly with it! I made a LOT of changes to the og Rolife kit; I made all the outside furniture from scratch, added an awning and a shelf and a fence, and even completely revamped the interior as well.

These official pictures show a little of the original kit's features:

The exterior was cute but the weird little signs and paper-based grass and BBQ weren't terribly inspiring, while the inside was just a few random kitchen elements with a printed floor and printed carpet. The bed was just a fabric platform (with a plate of fruit on it??) and the colors were mainly brown and yellow in contrast to the cute pastel exterior.

So of course I completely remodeled the caravan:

I used math paper to paint floor tiles and also hand-painted all of the wallpaper. The kitchen bench is painted with sparkly nail-polish for that Formica look, and I made utensils, a fruit bowl (from a cool button), a shelf of containers and cups, and of course a tiny camping fridge! The little stove is also a remodel, but I kept the tiny chopping board and fruit.

The 'bedroom' features a shelf of toiletries, comfy blankets and pillows, books, plants and a little postcard taken from notepaper.

I also added a little ivy-leaf mobile to balance out the composition:

(From the second picture there you can see the repaint of the og kit chair and a little pastel-themed handbag under the bench.)

The final touch was a little pile of camp activities on the bed:

By far the most work on the exterior was finding a suitable finish for the paintwork. I eventually settled on pink printer paper, painted over with a brighter pink acrylic paint, and finished with two layers of clear nail polish.

Also time consuming was creating the base; the kit just came with a printed grass cutout and some plastic moss powder. I added gravel under the caravan (as most campsites might have), larger pebbles and plastic grass strands, dried grass and plants that resemble lilies and harakeke, often seen in the wilder areas of Aotearoa. The mat is cut from a place-mat.

I also made a cool wire-and-post fence! I only really had access to that thicker wire at the time, so its not completely to scale, but it looks amazing anyway.

Here are some details~!

On the roof-rack we have plenty of luggage and a guitar, and I added a towel (and improved the rack as it sat too high on the og kit),

Whoever lives here is prepping for a hike and a picnic! They have their retro ipod, maps (printed from real pamphlets found online), headphones and of course a picnic basket with snacks and sunnies.

Plants decorate the flat surfaces outside. I made the shelf from scratch as the kit came with a weird brown table thing that I didn't like. I also used the shelf to make an extra light for the outside, as the kit only had the one light on the inside. The lantern is a plastic straw large enough for the LED with a cardboard cuff and a button on top.

The BBQ area is a little under-decorated, mainly because I ran out of ideas for this area. I have some plans to finish it with some BBQ tools and crockery. Proud of the tiny jandals, though!

A big kitty at the back, alongside the revamped bumper. The plate comes from some travel-themed scrapbooking paper (ignore that its from colorado lol). The cat was found at the thrift store, badly worn and covered in stickers (someone had tried to turn him into a pendant!). I cleaned him up and painted in some details - now he's the campsite cat~ (of course in real life, all cats should be kept inside for their own safety and for the conservation of local wildlife)

Peeking in through the windows! And the door:

So yeah, while I do have a few more ideas to keep adding to it, I'd say the Happy Camper kit is just about finished!

The kit makes a great starting point for a more advanced project, but I didn't use much of the original furniture or even the smaller elements. Overall this was an amazing project for me because I love camping So Much (I have like five lego campervan kits lol) and I just had so many ideas as I was making it.

#happy camper #rolife #miniatures #craft #miniature kit #caravan #tiny house (literally)

[violettierre]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers :)

Oh. My. God.

How did i miss this ?! I'm so so so sorry sweetie this is a really really sweet gesture and i appreciate it :)

Okay 5 things that make me happy ummmm

Books, lots and lots of books, i'm a book worm and a huge literature lover (i'm an English teach for crying out loud?), get me a classical novel or philosophy book as a gift and i will love you fun fact : my ex-fiancé got me a first edition Pride and Prejudice copy for our engagement party

My grandma's recipes, those who know know, i owe all my culinary skills today to my grandma'a cooking, especially my comfort food the honey strawberry shortcake

My various small collections like my pebbles, crystals, stickers, ect ect... they're like my little trophies that only i got awarded with.

Silly media eith the silliest context/portrayal, we all need that break from seriousness every now and then, except i want that break every day it's the backbone of my sanity.

And finally, the newest edition, my bf who puts a smile on my face effortlessly <3

#mwaaaaaah #mwah mwah mwah #love ya <3

[pebblesblog]

Do you have any ballet related stickers by chance?

Only two but yes! Here you are ♡

#pebblesblog #sensory #sfw #nurodivergent #pebblesboards #sensoryseeking #autism #moodboard #stimboard #requests open #sea lion #vintage stickers #stickers #retro stickers #pebbles sticker collection #pebbles sticker book #ballet #ballerina #asked and answered #asked #answered

[solarisgod]

　After Micah found composure in xemself from Warlock's comfort , they entered the park ⅋ travelled further into the woods where xe built a treehouse with Adoniram . Memories of the direction to it are vague , having to not visit their secret spot for almost a year , although Micah attempts in desperation to remember . ( Wind chimes , pebble paths , stars stickers , home / home / home ─ ) The world grows large before xe feels xemself walking upon a memory . Micah's hand reaches out to hold onto balance ⅋ finds something small . Xyr gaze shifts to see Adoniram moving along by xyr side , shorter ⅋ younger , their hands always held since the moment they entered the park together .

　The two children haven't said anything to each other , but their silence is still full of kindness . In spare hands , they're both pulling a red wagon full of wooden planks ⅋ tool box with other decorations like star stickers ⅋ wind chimes . They're planning to start the treehouse building . Mimi giggles quietly in excitement . She squeezes Adoniram's hand ⅋ walks faster , wanting to reach to their secret spot sooner before they have to go home for dinner . Adoniram's expression doesn't change , always remaining blank , but there's no annoyance built to the other's greater enthusiasm . Only empty acceptance is present . Mimi faces him ⅋ smiles . Adoniram doesn't seem as excited as she is , but he wouldn't be here if he wasn't .

　« I just can't wait ! » Mimi signs with a single hand , making Adoniram drag the wagon alone , but she keeps holding his cold hand . « My parents made a treehouse for me ⅋ my siblings , you know , so I have a good idea of how we can start building one for us . It's going to be amazing , Adoni ! » They shouldn't built it by themselves for safety , but Mimi wants them to have their special treehome built by their own hands ⅋ hearts . She's great at building as she was the one who helped her parents the most building their treehouse , so she have full confidence her own ⅋ Adoniram's will be perfect . Mimi puffs her chest at the thought . In the corner of her eyes , she sees her best friend smile .

　Delighted at the sight of Adoniram's rarest smiles , pride swells within Mimi's chest . She continues babbling about their new future treehome , hoping to keep his delicate smile for more longer . « After school or on weekends , we can come to our treehouse so we can play games or read books together ! ⅋ we can take nice naps with my plushies as well ! » Mimi gasps at a perfect idea ⅋ points at the trees , then the sky above . « We can also stargaze ⅋ treat our treehouse like a rocket ship ! » She gives Adoniram a light headbutt before she gives him a tight hug . He tenses , but doesn't break the contact . Instead , the hug is returned ⅋ Mimi tears up in endless joy .

　Tears leave Micah as xe holds Warlock , staring at the treehouse ahead .

　The treehouse got burnt down .

#HELLFIRERISES #/// #// #/ #𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ IC . › #𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ DRABBLES . › #𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ V : MAIN / ACT I.VI. . › #𓁹 ༑ ࿐ྂ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ⚠︎ [ 𝙴𝚇𝙸(𝚂)𝚃 : 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ] * ‹ MICAH . ›

[conversationswiththemoon]

Sihaya & Co Summer Box!

Perhaps your quest started with a mysterious letter, or maybe a visit from a wizard. You will be called to travel the mysterious wilds, the frozen mountains, the wave-tossed seas. You will meet all manner of strange peoples-- elves living amongst the trees, dwarves deep in stone, and even a strange folk with horns! But it's dangerous to go alone! Gather your party and take this!

This box will be available for pre-order on May 2nd until the end of the month. It will ship on (approximately) June 21st. Featuring:

A set of edible hard candy RPG dice by Candy Counters! Your flavor will be decided by destiny

A full size perfume oil by Crow & Pebble. Sun Blade: A scent fit for a paladin. Bright lemon and orange and sparkling aldehydes shine from a core of may chang, paired with a hint of spice, and grounded by a base of holy incense. Take up this enchanted sword, honourable paladin, and fulfill your oath!

A 4 oz shower gel by Fable & Canon: Lattes at the Gilded Broom: Caramel lattes, sugar cookies, old books, and a crackling fireplace⁣.

A 4 oz lotion by Luvmilk. The Golden Market: Masala chai, cardamom, sandalwood, blood orange, almond, ginger, Madagascar vanilla, and smoke.

An 8 oz glittering candle by Sihaya & Company. The Ranger: Every party needs a ranger. Secretive, expert at tracking in the deep woods, and deadly with a bow, a ranger is often the only thing keeping a newly-minted hero alive. This is the scent of birch wood, worn leather, black pepper, and golden rum.

A tube of moisturizing lip color by Sihaya & Company. Witch of the Wilds: A reddened brown shot through with sparks of blue and aqua.

A roll of fantasy map washi tape and a coordinating Call to Adventure sticker by Storymakers Trading Co!

A 3 oz wax melt clamshell by Willow Waxcraft: Siren's Cove: Enjoy this refreshing island lagoon, but do not linger lest the siren’s song ensnares you. Sweet coconut water, green mandarin, neroli, orange blossom, sea moss, and salty waves.

Pre-orders will last until the end of May or until all 50 units are sold.

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#dragon age #dungeons and dragons #d&d #indie #rpg #roleplayinggame #roleplaying game #indie perfume #candles

[jostepherjoestar]

Maybe Jotaro, Risotto, Prosciutto, Bruno and Leone friendship HCs with a fem friend thats llike your generic dumbass but they are just like a soft dumbass, she is just too cute to get mad at no matter how stupid she is. So basically a smol sweet dumbass that just radiate baby energy. Like she just runs up to them saying she want to show them something cool and its just a pretty rock but she looks so happy xjsbkss 💖

Pure of heart, dumb of ass fem!friend with Jotaro, Risotto, Prosciutto, Bruno and Abbacchio HC’s

sfw // fem reader

lemme just say, reader is baby and that’s valid 🥰this is so adorably pure ugh ya done killed me anon 🥺💖✨(can very much relate tho, glad my friends put up with my dumb antics)

Jotaro:

“Why am I friends with you again? Yare yare...” A phrase you’ll hear every time you’re hanging out with this tall bastard. He’ll tease you for being a bit of a dumbass but is incredibly drawn to how kind, sweet and absolutely thoughtful you are.

You remind him of Josuke and Okuyasu which only makes him like you even more. And the added cuteness-factor made him admit to himself he does indeed love cute things, no matter how adamantly he denies it to you.

His favourite thing to do is bring you along to the beach for field research, knowing just how wide eyed and giddy you get when you’re allowed to collect shells and rocks or even poke a jellyfish. You seem very good at spotting irregularities in your surroundings, making quite the good assistant to Dr. Kujo.

You’re even allowed to help with lab research, studying petri dishes filled with algae as you excitedly point out a very important detail he hadn’t noticed yet, too tired from working such long hours. Sometimes you’re quite the genius without even trying.

More than anything he loves the amount of lightness you bring to his life, his studies and general headspace take a large toll on him. Any relief is a welcome one.

He’ll often find himself smiling at the thought of hanging out again, staring at the collection of trinkets he keeps in a cute little Hello Kitty box you once gave him, which rests on his nightstand as a reminder that it can’t hurt to adapt your lifestyle of mindless giddy; even just the tiniest bit.

Risotto:

Being close friends with Risotto seems a bit impossible without being in his squad, he’s very insistent at keeping outsiders of Passione more than an arm-length away. Good thing that the stoic man is your capo, phew!

He’s apprehensive at first, not really sure why the soft round pebble you brought him reminded you of the man as he studied the mineral, admiring its softness. “It’s like you! Soft and worn down, but very sturdy and unbreakable.” smiling sweetly at him, excitedly awaiting a response.

What was this new feeling of being appreciated and cared for? Risotto’s never really experienced a friendship so pure. He’ll quietly thank you for the pebble and keeps it on his desk, staring in awe as he’s reminded of your kind words every time he spots it.

He knows the others like to tease you for not always being aware of general human knowledge, shooting them an intense glare as a warning to keep any rude comments or jokes to themselves.

Your friendship consists of him mostly listening to you, quietly taking in all the stories you divulge- so full of excitement, telling him facts you picked up somewhere; the source of these often containing varying levels of credibility. He won’t correct you though. (unless it’s something that might actually endanger you)

He values your friendship so.much. He’s not used to being treated so kindly, receiving random gifts, being praised for a job well done, having someone who doesn’t judge him in the slightest. He’ll do whatever he needs to keep you safe, from others and yourself, along with trying to return your kindness and care. (he tries his best and it’s so cute)

(you guys hold hands for safety when you’re out in the city... just saying, it’s adorable)

Prosciutto:

Prosciutto has a chronic case of “caring older brother disease”. Will need to hold himself back from tying your shoelaces for you, the man knows you can do it it yourself but it’s just taking sooo long.

Just like Risotto, you’d have to be a team member to get close to him in any way. Good thing he recruited you ;)

It’s a bit hard to make him open up about anything personal. You feel like he knows everything about you, while you barely know a thing. When he sees your pouty lip and begging gaze that is way too cute to deny, he’ll cave. Perhaps finally realising it’s alright to lean on others.

He’ll still struggle with continuing the openness, but find relief in your loyalty and understanding. The way you intently listen to his troubles, there to hold his hand if he ever needs it, it makes his heart hurt to know how sweet and gentle you are.

Will keep you and Pesci separate during missions, he’s already getting a migraine from imaging everything that could go wrong without his guidance.

For someone who’s a little more on the dense side, you make up for it in emotional intelligence. Whenever you see how stressed he tends to get, eye twitching without even realising while his shoulders hunch together in discomfort, you come over to hug him. It’s something he had to get used to, the small gesture always calming him down enough to keep going.

Does not appreciate you slipping cute trinkets in his suit pocket. Especially not after finding a snail that one time. You’ve been forbidden from leaving pocket gifts since the incident.

Bruno:

It concerns Bruno just how clueless you can be from time to time. That one time they almost left you behind on a busy station with no cellphone because you found a coin on the ground made him realise you need some extra supervision.

He’s not the type to hold you back from doing things that are guaranteed to result in disaster (unless it’s literally deadly), he wants you to experience the consequences of your own actions.

You do make him hold back his laughter when you try out a stupid idea you know has failed in the past, but change your methods slightly to hope for better results. And you know what? Now he’s curious too.

The man has a weird sense of humour that sometimes even surprises you. He’ll copy your habit of picking up strange trinkets or rocks and asks you to compare findings with him. Like trading marbles, he’ll barter with a smirk.

“Mhh, if you give me that cute shell and that pointy rock... I’ll give you this keychain.” His alluring offer making you question if you’re getting swindled or not. “Hey! That shell is at least worth two stickers!” He’ll heartily laugh at your reply, a mischievous smile while thinking over the trade. “Ok, two stickers and a pebble then.”

With a firm handshake the deal goes through. The rest of the gang never knows how to respond, staring in amazement as their grown-ass capo barters with their grown-ass teammate. He loves being silly with you and forgetting all the pressures of life for just a moment.

Bruno takes his time opening up to you, but finds your presence so comforting it becomes very easy to trust you. As a vital part of his team he finds it important to be able to lean on each other for support and is glad you offer him just as much trust and loyalty.

Abbacchio:

Will never admit he can’t live without you anymore. You’ve become the shining beacon of assumed happiness the man never thought existed. He knows you won’t always be go-lucky and have your own troubles and struggles but admires how you handle them.

Don’t get me wrong, he’ll still gladly tease you for your occasional (well, more like frequent) stupidity. He’ll let you know with a big huff you should smarten up; “Read a book that doesn’t have pictures in it for once.”

He’ll be the first to correct any wrong info you’ve been given, unless he thinks it’s funny. Like when Mista made you believe you needed to order dessert at Libeccio or they’ll kick you out for breaking their beloved rule. It’s only when he saw the panic in your eyes when you finished your main course one day -too full for any sweets to come- that he assured you it was a dumb joke. (he’ll put all the blame on Mista)

Abbacchio seems to tether to people who have a positive influence on him without even realising, it won’t be obvious to him, but just like with his loyalty and admiration for Bruno, he’ll make sure you know it once he finds out.

Not that it’s a bad thing, his need to cling to anything that might help him stay afloat just needs to stay healthy. You didn’t even realise your effect on him, you were too busy trying to figure out a way to turn that scowl into that smirk.

After gifting him a handmade friendship bracelet that had the shortened versions of your names spelled on it, he hugged you. So tightly it was suffocating, you were shocked since he’s never been the touchy type. “Leone! I can’t breathe...” He’ll let go after the complaint but that look on his face will never leave your memory. The face of being loved unconditionally by choice, no matter how unworthy he might think himself of it.

#cozy request #physical affection from friends? it's more likely than u think #jjba x reader #jotaro x reader #risotto x reader #prosciutto x reader #bruno x reader #abbacchio x reader #jjba headcanons #jjba imagines #jotaro kujo #risotto nero #prosciutto #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio

[hizashiiis]

Bakusquad + “Why are you awake” Part One

This felt like such a cute prompt! I had a lot of fun with it. The first part is Bakugo, Kiri, and Denki, and part two will be Sero, Mina, and Jirou!

Warnings: insomnia, exam stress, bakugo being angry

Bakugo Katsuki

- He often has to drag you to bed

- He acts like he hates your little night routine, but it’s honestly one of his favorite things

- He likes taking the trip down the hall to your dorm, knocking lightly, knowing you’re still awake, even if it’s pretty late

- He used to go to sleep really early, but now he tends to wait for your goodnight text before laying down

- It makes him feel better, knowing you’re asleep and resting before he drifts off

- But sometimes you keep staying up, not sending a goodnight text, so he has to go tell you to sleep

The students of class 1-A have pretty much gotten used to hearing Bakugo stomping down the hall to your dorm at night, but the hour actually surprises a few of them this time. They know that usually he’s banging down your door no later than eleven pm, but here he comes, angry footsteps and all, at 1:43 am. 

Muffled curses are spat in the general direction of your room, Katsuki not even really trying to keep people from noticing. He’s on a mission, little sparks igniting in his palms. 

He had not intended to let you stay up this late, but he had foolishly taken a nap right after training, and as a result, woke up around 1:30 am. He looked at his phone, searching for the goodnight text that must have come, but there was none. The two of you were a couple with principles, so he knew you wouldn’t have simply forgone the text. 

Reaching your door, Katsuki doesn’t bother knocking, opting instead to barge in with a friendly, “What the fuck are you doing up?”

You turn around quickly, abandoning the book you were lost in when you see his pissed-off expression. 

You didn’t really know what time it was. You had settled down with your book to wait for Katsuki about three hours ago, and you’d been wrapped up in the adventure ever since. But judging by your boyfriend’s face, it was probably well past time to go to bed. 

“Hi, Katsu.” Is the only response you can think of at the moment. 

“Hi, dumbass.” He mocks you, pointing to his phone, showing the late hour. 

Your eyes widen. It really is later than you thought. “Oh, no, I’ve really kept you waiting a long time. I’m sorry, love.” His expression softens slightly when he realizes you didn’t mean to stay up so long. 

He crosses over to you, putting a bookmark in your story, and pulls you into a hug. “I thought I told you about how rest is important. You can’t forget.” He kisses your forehead; an unusually soft gesture for him, and leads you to your bed. 

“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. The book was just…” You start to yawn, settling into your covers. “It’s a really good story.” 

He listens to you talk about the book you’re reading and plays with your hair until you finally fall asleep. Pulling out his phone, he sends you his goodnight text, and walks back to his room. 

Kirishima Eijirou

- He’s a pretty late sleeper, but he starts getting a little worried about you if he notices you’re still up past midnight

- He’s usually training at absurd hours when he notices what time it is

- He likes to check on you some nights, especially if classes were hard that day

- Like, if Aizawa had been particularly rough to listen to that day or something, he’s right there at the end of the day

- On weekends, he brings you to his dorm to hang out, showing you things he found online

- Sometimes he just lets you fall asleep there

“Hey, my little pebble! Are you still awake in there?” He knocks at your door before stepping inside, noting the small piles of paper stacked around the room. It was almost exam time, and you had been a little overworked lately. 

You peek out from a blanket cocoon, eyes swimming after re-reading the same sentence about eight times. “Kiri? What’cha doing here?”

He looks over your shoulder at the work you’ve been doing and quickly tosses it to the side, scooping you up into his arms. “It’s Friday, baby! Did you forget?” His tone is light, teasing you, but you really had forgotten, and your head feels like it’s under an ocean.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ve been studying pretty much since I got back here.” You raise your head from where it had been laid on Eijirou’s shoulder, looking at his features up close. His face looks so nice from this perspective. He’s smiling at you. 

“Don’t worry about it. Come on, it’s cuddle time!” Bounding out of your room, you in his arms, he looks so much like a kid. He’s very cute when he comes to get you for weekly cuddle time, always so happy to see you. 

“Is cuddling manly, Kiri?” You tease him as he runs, causing him to halt in his tracks, nearly dropping you as he insists that only the manliest of men cuddle with people as lovely as you. 

When you reach his room, Kirishima sets you down on his desk chair and tells you to wait there. His excited footsteps can be heard from behind you as he scurries around his space, collecting what seems to be a small mountain of things. He seems to have no regard for the fact that it’s quite late-- well past 1 am, in fact-- while he trips over things.

By the time he tells you to turn around, you’re both consumed with giggles. But all sounds fade when you face him. He’s holding a shoebox that’s been haphazardly decorated with red stickers, filled with comfort items. 

“Since you’ve been so worried about exams, I thought I might make you something. Pretty cool, huh?” 

“It’s amazing. Thank you, Eiji.” You give him a soft kiss, looking into his eyes for a few moments. Suddenly he seems to remember how late he came to get you, and his expression changes. 

“Time for bed!” He scoops you up again, ignoring your squeak of surprise to put you in his bed, covering you up with his favorite blanket and settling next to you for the night. You’ll probably both get in trouble for this, but that doesn’t really bother either of you right now. It’s late anyways. 

Kaminari Denki

- It’s completely the opposite for Denki

- He doesn’t sleep until the early hours of the morning

- Even if there’s something important he has to do the next morning, it’s really hard for him to get to sleep

- Because of his quirk, he always has a lot of energy, and it isn’t that he doesn’t want to sleep, he physically can’t sometimes

- Enter you

- Denki claims that you help him sleep better, and it’s possible that’s true, but it’s also possible he just likes having you close

- You’ve woken up to him staring at you a few too many times to be normal

- But anyway

- On nights where he can’t get to sleep, he has two things to try

- The first is calling you

- But he doesn’t want to bother you

- So sometimes he just waits, keeping his lights on way after he was supposed to turn them off, so that when you get up and walk past his dorm, you’ll come check on him

You’ve been asleep for hours already. It’s three in the morning, but you woke up suddenly with a strong urge to go get some water. Groggily, you throw the covers off and stand up, turning on the little lamp beside your bed. Your head feels heavy from sleep, and you exit your room slowly. 

The walk to get water is short, and on the way there, you don’t notice anything out of the ordinary. It’s only after you drink the first few sips that you notice the light coming from under the door of your boyfriend’s room. 

Yawning, you walk over and knock. “Sunshine? You up?” You call out softly, so as not to wake the other students. A few seconds later, the door opens to an exhausted looking Denki clutching his headphones. His usual energy is nowhere to be found, he just looks tired. Still, though, he smiles when he sees you, taking your hand to let you in. 

“Hi, cutie. What’re you doin’ here this late?” He asks, rubbing his eyes. 

Taking a look around his room, you see the evidence of his lack of sleep. His phone is plugged into his headphones, and there’s an old episode of Parks and Recreation playing from his smuggled television. 

“Saw the light on.” You say, rubbing your thumb over his palm to get his mind to calm a bit. “I was worried you were still up. I was right.” You pull him over to his bed, moving various books and things off of it in favor of getting your tired boy to rest. 

He laughs sheepishly. “Sorry. I tried, but I couldn’t fall asleep.”

You shake your head, not needing him to apologize, but not really knowing how to convey that through your current sleepy state. 

You crawl into his bed, making grabby hands to get him to come with you. He happily follows, curling around you like a koala. He claps twice, and the lights turn off.

“Really, Kami? You have clap lights?” You say through giggles, looking at him in the darkness. He pouts, snuggling closer into you. 

“Shhhhh. They’re convenient.” He mumbles, already drifting into a deep slumber. You giggle once more, running your hands through his hair. 

“I’m sure they are. Goodnight Sunshine.”

#mha x reader #mha imagines #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #denki x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou fluff #kirishima fluff #denki fluff #mha fluff

[forthehpfanboys]

Gold Strings & Red Picks- PT 1

Pair: Ron Weasley x Reader; he/him.

Summary: The Weasley's invented a band! Having a band, means you need a band manager; someone to help find venues, gigs and sponsors. After finding one, Ron seems to be hopeless drawn toward them.

Warnings: flirting, swearing, bickering, sexual tension??, Punk Pining Ron but also Smug Ron, naming a guitar ‘Cherry Popper’, dm me if I missed any.

Notes: I plan on having some chapters kinda spicy. I made an entire gif for this and yes it is Rupert playing 👀 and god is this self indulgent. Hope you guys like it!

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWERE~

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It was a Friday morning when you quit the Static Dragons and posted the news on every piece of social media you had. It didn’t take long for you to edit your bios to state you were looking for a new band, and it managed to catch someone's eye just as quickly. It was Monday evening when you got a dm on Instagram from a user called ddchrmrs-official. The user basically sent you a paragraph about how he was the lead singer of a band he and his siblings threw together and they were looking for a new manager. You agreed to meet with them and talk about the potential of the band and he agreed, using more than a few explanation marks after his reply. He even sent you a few of their songs once he deemed you worthy enough.

So, you found a dining hall, an equal distance from your house and theirs, and with the lead singer's approval, Fred, you booked it for Tuesday afternoon. Fred even made a post explaining the good news- why he was acting like one of the Weird Sisters followed him back, you weren’t sure. You couldn’t help but be excited too. The songs were good- more punk-rock than you assumed from the band's name. Something about the name Daydream Charmers gave off a softer, boyband type.

The day of the band meeting couldn’t have gone much worse. You missed your morning alarm, you couldn’t find your laptop charger and the clothes you picked out the night before ended up covered in stains from breakfast. GPS even gave you the fastest route and you still managed to be 10 minutes late, but you managed to find the right hall. It was a bit different compared to the pristine image shown on the website.

The roof looked like it was caving under an invisible weight and the actual size of the hall looked like a small barn. The walls were made of red and black bricks, most of which seemed to be chipped, broken or bending, like it was being crushed. The door frame was slanting, the door’s white paint was chipping, the sidewalk was splitting at almost every corner. You were desperately hoping the building was enchanted so it was bigger (and nicer looking) on the inside.

You parked your car on the pebble covered asphalt, right next to an equally old and rusty blue car. You had no idea how four people, a sound system, a bass, an electric guitar and a full drum set fit inside of the small wagon, but figured they managed to spell the inside bigger. You weren’t bothered by it- how could you be? You felt your wand hit your laptop inside the bag as you threw it over your shoulder after climbing out of the car. Shutting the door, you hurried up the broken concrete, shoving your keys in your pocket.

You chewed on your lip, adjusting the collar of your shirt as you approached the door. A smile pulled at your lips at the refreshing sound of genuine laughter and bickering. You had an internal battle of whether you should knock or just barge in. It sounded like they were having their fun and you didn’t want to interrupt anything. Soon enough, the laughter was dying down and someone was strumming a bass quietly, practicing a few chords from one of the songs Fred gave you. You raised a fist to knock on the door and the silence that followed was close to defining. Soft footsteps followed the silence and you swore you could hear soft breathing behind the door before it was yanked open.

“Hey! You made it! We were worried you got lost on your way here.”

You weren’t expecting to be face to chest with an individual. Their band's logo was printed across the front, red letters with a gold outline that clashed drastically with the bright orange fabric of the tight shirt. You tilted your head up, meeting cocoa brown eyes and a crisp white smile. His ginger hair was spread across his shoulders, his ear lobes were pierced with two shiny black flat stud earrings and the little white nostril piercing on the left side of his nose was reflecting the sunlight.

“Fred?” You asked, matching his smile. You could tell he had fun, you could sense it. His arm raised, inadvertently showing off his muscles, and rested against the door frame. 

“The one and only.” He grinned, clearly just joking. Before he could say anything else, he was rudely interrupted by a foreign voice behind him. Fred’s smile dropped into a frown like he was suddenly slapped across the face.

“Is it the pizza guy?” The voice asked from somewhere behind him, excitement clearer than crystal. Fred looked over his shoulder to respond.

“No, Ron. That’s not for another twelve minutes.” He rolled his eyes after looking back at you and letting out a loud sigh. “I’m sorry about him. His appetite is larger than Big Ben and it literally never stops. Anyway, I hope you like pizza! I tried to message you about it.” He pulled his phone out of his front pocket, unlocking it and scrolling through his messages and swiping right on notifications he didn’t care for.

“I was using my phone for GPS. Must’ve missed the messages.” Your hands slid into your front pockets, your weight shifting between your feet as embarrassment began to settle in. Maybe this wasn’t the best first impression. Before you could think about it too long, a low whistle was resonating from beside Fred.

Without warning, Fred was being nudged aside by a slightly shorter ginger, his piercing blue eyes staring into yours. They didn’t stay there very long though. They slowly dragged down your body, taking in your form, and his head tilted in appreciation.

“Oh.. I’m not gonna complain about the pizza when Merlin delivered us a cutie.” He gave you a dizzying side smile. “What’s your name, sweetheart? Surely, it’s something as handsome as you are.” Just as quickly as he appeared, Fred was pushing him back, faking a gag while driving the unnamed individual back with Fred’s hand against his forehead. 

“Ew! Ron, down! Seriously? Keep your yap shut! He’s our new band manager and I’d actually like to keep this one, thank you.” Fred groaned, a sneer pulling at his lips. He blocked the smaller ginger from the door with his body before turning back to you with a sigh. “I’m sorry. He’s usually not like this. Usually he’s moping about his ex-” You could see Ron jumping behind Fred to get another look at you. The reaction had you snorting into your hands.

“Fred. Fred, move, mate. I wanna see ‘im again!” The ginger whined, tugging at his older brother's t-shirt. He was dodging around Fred’s constant moving hands to get one more peek at you.

Fred let out a groan, his head falling backwards in agony before letting out a loud “George, please help!”

“Wait! Wait, wait!” Ron’s voice matched the panicked hand trying to hold onto the door frame before it was hilariously slapped off the wood and was dragged into the mystery hidden behind the lead singer. His begs and pleas began to echo and soften which you thought caused you to giggle a bit. 

“I’m sorry. We’ll put a muzzle on him or something. Come on in, I’ll introduce you to everyone.” Fred shifted out of the door way, allowing you to enter the hall. It was bigger on the inside than the outside, that much had you relieved. Fred shut the door behind you with a satisfying click and let you soak the place in while he sat himself down on a velvet red coach. It was dimly lit, about half the lights were on, and the walls were painted a light tan, which easily could’ve been mistaken for white, if white wasn’t used for the tiling. 

Next to Fred on the couch, was a girl with long, slightly darker, ginger hair. Her hair went well past her shoulders, and a bright orange base sat on top of her crossed legs. She had gone back to laying a few chords once you entered, just relaxing as her two brothers basically wrestled each other.

“Ginny, this is (Y/n).” Fred spoke up, pointing from his sister to you, then back to her. (Y/n), this is the youngest Weasley in the family, Ginevra.” Fred smirked, but it turned into a pained expression when she landed a hard slap to his chest.

“Except if you call me that, I will break your legs. It’s Gin or Ginny, nothing else. It’s nice to finally meet you, (Y/n). Fred hasn’t shut up about you.” She smiled at you, reaching a tattoo covered hand out to shake yours. 

“Really?” You couldn’t help but grin. You shook her hand proudly, knowing it was probably your reputation that kept the oldest Weasley in the band chatting up a storm. “It’s nice to meet you too, Gin.” You gave her a cheeky grin before turning to the other side of the hall, noting another Fred standing in front of Ron, who was sitting in a chair quiet grumpily. 

The double picked up a deep red guitar covered in stickers and shoved it into Ron’s lap, causing the younger to gasp out a wheeze. It was obvious he had chewed Ron out for his behavior, but nevertheless, he gave his unplugged electric guitar a few strums, which seemed to satisfy Fred 2 because soon enough he was storming back to the couch, shaking his head the entire walk there.

He sat himself down on the arm of the couch, right next to his doppelganger. His arms crossed back over his chest once again. Fred 2 had the same length hair, different piercings though. He only had one set of black earrings, but had an industrial across his left ear. He had a straight line of freckles across his cheek bones and right across his nose. The spots went down his neck and across his forehead. 

“He’s bloody useless.” He grumbled out, his snake bite moving to the right as his tongue ran across it. “Oh, hi!” Fred 2 scooted over to the edge of the arm rest, reaching his hand out to shake yours. “You must be the band manager! I’m George, Fred’s twin bro-”

“Younger twin. I’m the oldest.” Fred interrupted, smirking again as he pointed a thumb to himself. His smirk dropped when he was smacked in the chest again- by both George and Ginny. 

“I’m his twin brother. Ignore him, he has a God complex.” George rolled his eyes, smiling at you while he shook your hand. He pulled his hand away before scooting back to rest his back against the back of the couch. You could tell he wasn’t comfortable, but  he seemed dedicated to the spot. “I’m sorry you had to meet Ron the way you did. Usually he’s tamer than that.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, your gaze turned down to your shoes. Your cheeks were beginning to heat up as his flirting rebounded through your head again.

“Nah, he wasn’t that bad.”

“I wasn’t?” Ron’s sudden voice behind you had nearly jumped out of your skin. You spun around, your backpack strings nearly catching on one of Ginny’s bass strings. You swallowed down a squeak. “Georgie was trying to convince me I was being inconsiderate and rude and that mum would smack me if she saw.” He was still holding the guitar by the neck, and that was when you noticed the bright gold strings with a red pick trapped between them.

“Well, it’s not like you were asking about my shoe size… “ Your eyes landed on the hands holding the black neck of the instrument and you couldn’t help but gawk at them. Rings covered his finger knuckles, veins popped out from beneath his skin. “Wow.” You didn’t mean to verbally gawk over the hands, so you had to force your gaze down to the instrument and ignore the urge to stare at the pale, freckle covered skin that was making your mouth dry. 

You shook your head, looking at the shiny strings. You had you stop yourself from reaching out and caressing the polished neck, the textures strings and hidden pick. It was clearly loved and carefully taken care of.

“Beauty, isn't she?” Ron grinned, showing off the red body drowning in decals- most of which were bright orange Quidditch themed or terrible chess puns. You almost forgot to check if they were a muggle band, but this told you enough. “My best friend got it for me, he’s a blessing. Mum didn’t approve, of course, said we all had better purposes, but dad said rock on.” 

“She really is. I’m guessing you named her?” The second the question fell from your lips, the three sharing a spot on the couch groaned in agony, but Ron was grinning in pride.

“Of course I have! Her name is Cherry Popper and she’s the love of my life. Unless,” Ron was taking a step closer to you, a twinkle in his eyes as he continued speaking, “you plan on cha-” His flirting was cut off suddenly.

“And that’s enough of that! Please sit down and, for the love of Merlin’s beard, rename the damn thing!” Ginny cried out, almost knocking her own instrument straight into the tiled floor. She ran a hand through her hair, her free hand holding the bass hard enough to make her knuckles pure white.

“I mean, come on! Name it something classic like ‘Bertha’ or ‘Jasmine’, or, and here’s my personal favorite, don’t name it at all!” Fred waved his hands while he spoke, counting the names on his fingers before doing jazz hands at ‘don’t name it at all’.

“Fred, that’s hypocritical. You named your mic.” George spoke up, pulling two white marble drumsticks from his jeans pockets and began to spin one between his fingers. 

“That was a joke.” Fred stuck his tongue out at his twin. “At least I don’t do it seriously. And leave Echo out of this.” Fred ripped the non spinning drumstick from George’s hand, holding it out of his twins reach.

“Shut up and give me Crystal back!”

“No, if you wanna talk about terrible names, we can talk about the band's name! Merlin, Fred, were you sky high when you made it?” Ron shot back, his arms crossing over his chest, one still holding the guitar.

Knowing this kind of fight could go for a good while, you slipped past him, patting Ron on the shoulder while you walked past while a pained gasp rented the silence that flooded the hall. You set your backpack on the white table, opening the zipper and pulling out your laptop. You sat down, pulling the laptop onto your lap before opening the notepad application.

“I made the name! And dammit, I think it was clever! It even has a unique backstory! At our school, we had a um- small business and it was quite successful. By ‘we’, I mean George and I and by successful, I mean we run an online joke shop. I thought it fit the shop pretty well.” Fred held a look of pride- a smirk was, once again, drawn across his lips as his eyes twinkled.

“Mate, it’s horrible.” Ginny spoke up, not even bothering to throw the truth as a curve-ball causing two of her older brothers to nod in agreement. She copied Fred’s movement by yanking the drumstick from his hand, but handed it to George, smiling at him. 

“Why couldn’t it have been something cool? You named your shop something cool. Why’d you give the band something’ shitty?” Ron rolled his eyes, leaning his back against the door, the guitar balancing on his sneakers and leaning against his ripped jean covered legs. His attention didn’t stay with his siblings for long. Soon it was shifting over to you, like he was naturally drawn toward you. He grinned at you, sticking his tongue out. The little gold ball stamped into the middle of his tongue had your full attention.

You swallowed thickly. The ball and his guitar strings were the exact same color and reflected the same light. You felt butterflies fill your stomach from the simple action and noticed, almost suddenly, the ginger was actually quite attractive and funny. You sucked on your tongue, hoping the blush across your cheeks didn’t give too much away. Ron looked back at his brothers, his side grin screaming he basically saw your body temperature rise.

“I was led to believe you all loved the name, but no! I’m starting to think you guys are just trying to embarrass me in front of the (Y/n), but since you think it’s so easy, come up with a new one.” Fred cried out, crossing his arms over the printed long sleeve t-shirt, and was pouting like a child now, sinking lower into the couch.

“It makes us sound like a cheesy boy-band going after 12 year olds.” Ginny scoffed, propping her bass up against the couch. She looked over at her slightly older brother, nodding her head in Fred’s direction.

“It does. We could’ve been Fire Wicks.” Ron pointed at Ginny and the teaming up began. “Or like Solar Skips.”

“Or The Red Bloods.” Gin nodded, pointing back at Ron while her other hand pulled out her phone. The game was ‘Who-Cares-If-It’s-Bad-Let’s-Prove-Fred-Wrong’ and you could tell it was for shits and giggles. You were going to pitch in an idea, but someone beat you to it.

“Or FireBolt Bitters.” Spoke up George, who was now gazing up at the ceiling, shaking his head in mock shame, but you could see the edges of his smile growing at the corners.

“Ooh, I love that one!” Ron leaned over, stretching his arm as far as it could to give  George a high five, before turning to look at you. He grinned at your confused expression. “Are you writing these down?” He pointed at your computer before giving you a wink. The butterflies came back, doubled in strength, and you couldn’t help but laugh. You shook your head no, laughing louder when he waved his hands in a panicked manner. “Write them down, mate!”

You rolled your eyes, typing random shit down just to please the younger one. Your eyes trailed across the dumplings, noting three quarters of them were smiling. Fred’s crabby expression made it was clear he didn’t get picked on very often.

“Charlie texted saying ‘The Copper Horntails’ would’ve been better.” Ginny said, looking up from her phone. She dropped the phone onto her lap, wincing a tad when the device collided with the instrument on her lap. She quickly forgot the pain and leaned back, enjoying her brother's pain.

“You asked Charlie?!” Fred squealed loudly, his hands holding his head. Right beside Fred, George had begun to tap his sticks together, improvising a beat to go with the arguing.

“You know what? That’s a great idea! Let’s ask Percy next-” yelled Ron over Ginny’s laughter and Fred’s agonizing scream. His smirk only grew when Fred tossed his head back. 

“Ok, damn! I get it! But I already made t-shirts so deal with it.”

“Fred, we have magic. We can always change the print.” George piped up, tapping the white wooden sticks against his thighs in some random pattern, his head nodding to a beat. He shrugged his shoulders, not focusing on his words all that much,

“George!” This time it was Fred’s turn to smack George in his chest. He glared at him before leaning over to whisper in his twin's ear. It was something you couldn’t make out, but you figured they were debating over your status. You rolled your eyes, reaching behind you.

With a clear of your throat, you gained their attention before pulling out your wand from your backpack. While waving it, you locked eyes with Ron, playfully chewing on your lip to try to hide your smile.

“But-” Fred scrambled to grab his phone. You knew he was going to pull up one of your profiles to show none of them mentioned magic or wizarding or anything.

“The quidditch stickers were a dead give away.” You pointed to Ron’s guitar with the tip of your wand before putting it back in your bag. “That, and the tiny blue car that somehow carried four band members, and all of their equipment even though, that should’ve been impossible. I do enjoy Firebolt Bitters, though.”

Your own smile grew when the siblings broke out into loud snorts and sniggers, save for Fred’s. Ron walked over to you, and you were sure his cheeks were hurting from how hard he was smiling. He laid his arm across your shoulders, pulling you into his side as he faced his band members.

“I like this one.”

A smile stretches across your face as your cheeks get warmer. Out of everything to come out of today, this was something even the strongest and most willed seer’s couldn’t have predicted. It wasn’t even half past noon and you’d already started to develop a crush on a punk guitarist who shares a band with his siblings. You were clueless on how you were going to do your managing and keep it strictly platonic when he grinned at you like you were everything he wanted.

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