#a book in a chocolate cup

[katnisshawkeye]

Immaginazione

L'immaginazione è qualcosa che mi ha sempre caratterizzato, da quando da piccola giocavo con macchinine e bamboline, o quando mi mettevo (e metto) a disegnare.

La mia immaginazione è creatività, e la metto sempre in tutto quello che faccio. Dallo scrivere un racconto breve o di un personaggio che mi sono inventata per divertimento, al realizzare un'illustrazione o scattare una fotografia o creare un manifesto, un logo o personalizzare un indumento.

Dietro alla mia immaginazione e creatività c'è studio, tecnica e pratica, voglia di imparare e di migliorare, di emergere e farmi conoscere per quella che sono.

Negli scorsi primi giorni di gennaio ho completato l'illustrazione soprastante, iniziata nei primi giorni dello scorso dicembre. È partita dall'idea di realizzare un piccolo mondo personale, a partire dalla frase che Lewis Carroll fa dire ad Alice:

Se il mondo non ha assolutamente alcun senso, chi ci impedisce di inventarne uno?

Ma il mondo è diventato un'incontro tra mondi. Cosa si nasconde in una tazza di cioccolata calda? E in un libro dalle pagine ancora immacolate? E se quella cioccolata calda e quel libro sono bevuta e letto da una persona di un terzo mondo?

In un mese ho realizzato un luogo d'incontro tra tre, o forse di più, mondi. Un paesaggio innevato, dove nevica forse perpetuamente, con un merlo appollaiato su un ramo di un albero spoglio ma felice di essere innevato. E il merlo zirla al suo amico pupazzo di neve, costruito forse dalla ragazzina dalla carnagione color cioccolato e i capelli dorati, o forse da qualcun altro, o forse si è costruito da solo, per magia, perché chissà da che mondo proviene.

E potrei andare avanti a descrivere l'immagine che ho realizzato, perché l'immaginazione porta altra immaginazione. Ma, a volte, è più divertente lasciarsi trasportare per un po', e poi chiedere agli altri di lasciarsi trasportare, e magari ritornarci insieme a un amico, un familiare, una persona amata.

[xycolia]

[bunnihearted]

📓🖊️🧸

[mrsmarlasinger]

My charcuterie board dirty martini bubble bath slay 👍

[waugh-bao]

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[breathe-rainbow]

☕️ coffee and chocolates 🍫

[evergreen-oflife]

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[silvreflames]

i think that despite what's been perceived of her, both by her own hand (playboy prince harry-ing it up) and by others (cold frigid bitch by the inner circle), nesta would so much rather prefer reclusiveness and privacy

[alluralater]

You are the most welcome, sweetheart. I'm thinking of you this evening. Is there anything I can do? 🥾

(also love the fact that you would want to do those things too. Going round galleries and messing about in arcades are my favourite past times. That and drinking well made coffee.)

[lathrine]

very important life update for the two (2) people with the relevant context:

my brother's new hobby is baking

[frenchygv]

Wishing Happy Birthday to my sister with a painting of her all-time fave books. Hey, sis have a wonderful birthday, I love you.

Deseándole feliz cumpleaños a mi hermana con un dibujo de sus libros favoritos de todos los tiempos. Hola, papilla, que tengas un maravilloso cumpleaños. Te quiero.

[malusokay]

⋆˚࿔ 30 things to fill your life with 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Satin robes

museum visits

Sunday brunch dates

dreamy songs

freshly baked bread

cheesy souvenirs

warm cups of tea

cute mugs

lace dresses

bows and ribbons

passion projects

vanilla scented candles

dainty jewellery

handwritten letters

expensive chocolate

sunny picnics

rosé

old books and fairytales

kind words

classical music

Cosy knit sweaters

dreams

gentle reminders

complex coffee orders

photo collages

puffy sleeves

nostalgia

large bouquets

cookies and sweet treats

lazy weekends

I wish all of you a beautiful and kind march and as always, please feel free to add your own suggestions in the comments!! ♡

‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧౨ৎ

[bunnihearted]

📖🖊❄️

[tsukimefuku]

3rd of july ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆.˚ nanami kento

piece written in collaboration with my beloved friend and one of my favorite people, @rahuratna, for nanami's (a.k.a. internet's collective husbando) birthday. 💜🧡 content warning: fluff/comedy/sugestiveness word count: 1k

Nanami wasn't one to make big celebrations on his birthday. Up until he met you, he'd usually go about his work day quietly, saving up a few extra hours to simply go bowling or visit his favorite restaurants for dinner.

After you both started dating, not much had changed. You'd simply tag along for whatever he had planned, and would usually surprise him with something by the time you both got home - a box of dark chocolate, a new set of lingerie, a nice warm scented bath, a new CD album he had been looking for.

This time, however, you decided to push your luck on teasing the poor man.

On his birthday, of all days.

"Kento, how do you feel about surprise parties?" you ask, hiding the smile pulled on your cheeks behind your tea cup.

On the couch by your side, you could feel Nanami holding the urge to flinch the moment you were finished speaking.

"They are not my favorite," he answers in earnest.

"Seriously?" you inquire with a faux disheartened look.

"Yes," Nanami replies, with a tinge of concern to his voice.

"That is... unfortunate, then," you ensue, putting your tea on the coffee table and pulling your robe tighter around your body.

His Adam's apple bobs as he silently gulps.

"Why?"

"Well, my plan was to surprise you when you got home, but I figured you wouldn't want to get instantly jumped. So I told them to wait in the room," you finally say, with a grave finality, pointing to the closed bedroom door.

Truth is, he has no clue what you are really up to.

"Darling…" Nanami sighs, ever so patiently, "I thought it would just be the both of us unwinding, like the past years."

"I… I'm sorry, I really wanted to surprise you with something different this time."

You do sound regretful, and he plants a soft kiss on your cheek in response. Even now, he doesn't quite find it in himself to be annoyed at you, even if the prospect of Gojo lurking around his bedroom is enough to send disgusted shivers down his spine.

"It's… fine. Let's get this over with at once, and then have the house to ourselves."

"Are you sure? I could always go in there and tell them to-"

"No," he counters firmly. "You've arranged something a little different this year, and I'm going to appreciate it."

"Come on, then."

As perceptive as he is, Nanami doesn't notice the mischievous smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. Naturally, since you have successfully planted a seed in his mind, a terrifying image of his pristine suits being tried on by students and his custom made bowling ball being transformed into a disco light by the white-haired menace he calls a colleague.

When you reach the door and step aside for him, he visibly braces himself, fingers almost straightening a phantom tie at his throat.

"Sweetheart, I need to go and fetch a scarf. It's a little chilly in here."

Bless his heart. He's actually playing along.

You raise your voice.

"Oh, I left the blue one on the top shelf. Your closet."

"Right."

Nanami heads in with the air of a man charging from the trenches to face a volley of cannon fire. He stops dead in his tracks, eyes taking in the room.

It is empty of people, for starters.

The comforter on the bed has been pulled back, the white sheets scattered with rose petals. Candles have been placed strategically on the bedside table and vanity, emitting the subtle scent of the ocean. On a corner of the bed, a few ribbon-wrapped gifts await; a small stack of books and a box of his favourite dark chocolate with orange.

You saunter in behind him and he turns to you with a look that is both a solemn reprimand and a loving promise of a punishment you may appreciate later.

"Hmm. It's awfully crowded in here, my dear."

"Well, the rose petals were quite chatty, Kento. They've taken up all the space on our bed."

"They have indeed, you little-"

You laugh as you slip out of his reach, standing coyly in the doorway.

"Have a look at your gifts first."

He narrows his eyes, but approaches the bed, fingers unraveling the ribbon that holds the books together.

"What do we have here? 'The Master and Margarita.' Ah, wonderful. 'Bowling your way home: A salaryman's escape from bondage.'"

He pauses and raises an eyebrow and you gesture airily for him to keep going.

"Fine. What's this one? The-"

His voice cuts off abruptly.

"Kento? Are you all right?"

Very slowly, he turns to you.

"You got me the Kama Sutra?"

"I figured it would make a nice addition to your collection. I may even borrow it, from time to time."

You approach him now, casually opening the book to where you've placed a strategic leather marker within the section on sex positions.

"Since it's your birthday, maybe you'd like to start with the Virsha here?"

He considers the page seriously, before taking the book from you and flipping through it.

"I'm not sure, darling. You've put in enough effort setting all of this up."

Handing it back to you, he watches the flush that spreads upwards, across your neck as you are presented with the Indrani pose he has chosen instead.

"How about you let me do the work from here on out?"

"Well... "

"No, I insist."

His voice has that special intonation now, the husky rumble of desire, the inflection of hushed intimacy, the promise of that playful nature that only reveals itself when you're entangled in the sheets together.

You lay the book down, open to the very instructive illustration.

"In that case, let me present you with my last gift."

"There's another?"

Wordlessly, the robe you've been so studiously arranging around yourself slides to the floor. His kindling gaze takes in the sheer, violet lace, the tiny flowers embroidered strategically over the parts of you that he will discover at leisure.

***

Later, when the gossamer material lies discarded on the floor, when his exhausted limbs entwine with your own, when his golden hair runs like silk between your fingers, you speak into the hush of the bedroom.

"Happy birthday, my love."

His voice is muffled from where his face is pressed against your stomach.

"That was quite the surprise party."

"Maybe we should have one every year."

He snorts indignantly, but his lips curve in a smile against your skin all the same.

[acid-ixx]

"hostage situation"

series masterlist

nightwing, to his siblings: okay, so we have to be real careful because the joker and harley quinn are holding our baby sibling hostage and we can't put them in anymore danger.

nightwing, looks at red robin: i'm sure they have some traps laid around the lair so you'll be disarming it.

red robin, nods:

robin: then me and todd will be handling any spare targets, no?

nightwing: of course. cass, steph and duke will be guarding the entrance. babs?

oracle, speaking in the intercoms: this is the closest point of entry where (name) is being kept hostage.

red robin: security cams suggest there's more than just harley and the joker in the lair. a bunch of their goons are heavily guarding both the entrance and the exit. we should thread carefully.

oracle: there's no camera's where (name) is exactly at, but there's a specific room where it's shown that the two are often visiting.

batman, who had been lurking behind them: this is a priority mission. we can't afford to make mistakes.

robin, eyebrows raised: though, is it necessary to bring the entire family? me and my father could handle this entirely by ourselves.

jason, sighs: don't pretend like you weren't the first to suggest the entire justice league to come searching for them, kid.

batman: enough arguing, (name) needs all the support they could get after this. so on my count, we are to bust open the door.

dick: alright, everybody, prepare.

*meanwhile, inside the lair, in a makeshift "house"*

(name), sitting on a comfy chair whilst holding a cup of hot chocolate and a book in the other, sneezes: oh— did anyone mention my name?

harley quinn, already on her way to wipe their nose: oh my baby! is our baby sick?!

(name): no, i just suddenly sneezed?

the joker, in another room: i spy with my little eye, a child way past their bedtime~ c'mon babyboo, let's get you to bed!

(name): awe, but it's like, 10pm. i wanna read some more.

harley, about to pick (name) up: then let momma read the book for you in bed, cutesy pie—

*the door to the kitchen slams open*

dick, with his escrima sticks on-hand: surrender (name) to us now or—!

dick, absolutely befuddled: wait, what?!

damian, with bruce in tow: what's the hold up, nightwing?!

damian, about to jump right in front of dick before he was stopped by bruce's hand on his shoulder: what is... this?

bruce: ... explain the meaning of this, harley.

harley, holds (name) closer to her chest as she's equally confused: what do ya mean, bats? ain't it obvious i'm taking care of my child?

(name): uhm...

damian, visibly offended: what do you mean, your child? (name) over there is ours.

the joker, walks over to the room in a hurry: what's with all the commotion over here?! (name) is supposed to be in bed, harle— batman?!

bruce, with squinted eyes: don't act stupid, what is this all about?

nightwing, surveying the room: wait, why is (name) in pajamas?

(name), trying their best to shrug in harley's tight hug: i'm... supposed to go to bed...?

the joker, about to walk over to (name) before he's stopped by a batarang almost hitting the side of his head: hey! what's that for? i'm clearly not trying to attack my own child!

bruce: (name) is my child, not yours.

the joker, glaring at batman: well, it's not my fault they choose me over you!

(name) wayne, interrupting the two: uhm... i did technically disown myself from the family so—

damian: disown yourself?

(name): i have every reason to—

dick: look, baby bird, you don't know what's right for you, these guys are dangerous—

(name): i literally got nearly killed by some nobody criminals if not for harley saving me but okay, nightwing.

bruce, whose attention is now on (name): you almost got what now?

(name), rolling their eyes: i almost died, batman. now if you excuse me, i think i deserve a good night sleep tonight.

(name), looks at harley who still hasn't released them from the protective hug: can we?

harley quinn, facepalming in her mind as she stares back at (name): oh, i should've bought you to pam and selina instead.