Writing Prompt Wednesday – “Accuracy”


Industrial study I by WiciaQ

Allow for some leeway when it comes to us

Collectively, though it may not seem that way

Cramming and procrastinating is our way of doing our best

Up until those very last moments, last chances for success

Ramping up our game is what brings the best results

And in the end, when the year is done and we sit with the final verdict

Though we may not always hit the mark you see ahead for us

Even late is better than never

Writing Prompt Wednesday – “Maternal”


                                                     Tea by Doubtful-Della

Lena was worried, and with good reason.

Now, it wasn’t something small—to her, at any rate—like how she would pay the taxes this month, or what she should do for Christmas this year. No, to her, it was something far more important.

It did involve her son, however. Dante, whom she’d conceived and bore with her husband, bless his soul. Dante, with good grades, great personality and attitude, manners, and not to mention his looks—he was such a handsome young man. He may not seem like someone you’d need to worry about, but to Lena, all the reasons just mentioned were mainly what worried her about her son.

And so, she decided one Saturday afternoon, she needed to voice these concerns to her twenty-two-year-old son, otherwise, they would continuously plague her poor mind until she finally snapped.

Luckily Danny didn’t work this weekend, as she’d had an appointment with her doctor on Friday. He’d taken the whole weekend off in order to take her and then make sure she was doing all right. He was too sweet for his own good…

“Dante? Lunch is ready,” Lena called through the door, knocking lightly before pushing it open slightly.

“Okay Ma’. I’ll be down in a bit,” Dan replied, never pausing in the writing of his notes. So focused on his favorite pastime, keeping up with local bands. Lena smiled slightly at this; always the hard worker… which somewhat worried her, and reminded her of the coming conversation.

That is, if she could buck up the courage to bring it up.

A few minutes later, both were sitting at the kitchen table, eating the light lunch Lena had made. It was strange, it being just the two of them in the house. You’d think after all this time she’d be used to it, just having the two of them there. But she and Dante were both fine with it being just the two them, too… And Dante was such a homebody sometimes.

Another thing that worried her. She sighed softly.

Lena put the dishes in the sink to be washed later, and began preparing tea, asking if Dan wanted any, to which he politely accepted.

Then they were back to sitting opposite each other in silence.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Dan broke the silence first. “Is something wrong, Mom?” he asked gently, setting his cup down.

So perceptive, she thought, biting her lip and looking into her tea. Another thing to worry over. So many things that made her conscious of her caring son.

“Yes, actually… I wanted to speak with you about something.” He waited patiently. “You’re growing up,” she began hesitantly, still looking down, “and you’ll eventually find someone you want to be with.”

Oh… I wondered when this topic would be brought up, Dan thought, sipping his tea quietly. It was only a matter of time…

“Uh-huh,” he said gently, trying to get her to speak again now that she had paused.

“Well, I’m—and please don’t be insulted, Dante—I’m slightly worried about when that time will come.”

“What for?” he questioned, curious as to what she must be thinking. She pursed her lips.

“You… are very soft-spoken, compared to other young men your age, and always so polite. You’re also intelligent, very much so, and very good looking, and…”

“Is there a point in there somewhere, or are you just flattering me?” he teased lightly, trying to soothe her. She seemed so tense and nervous; he could only imagine what she must be thinking…

“I am merely worried that, because of all that, some young girl will take advantage of you, or something worse,” she said in a rush, taking a deep breath when she was finished.

A pregnant pause followed her admission. Dan was left blinking in shock at her confession, a confused look puckering his brow slightly. Then the very idea of it set into his mind, and he began to all-out laugh.

A young girl, take advantage of me? Please! He mentally chortled, still laughing loudly. He was now clutching his sides, and his eyes began to water. If anything, I would be too shy to even talk to someone

“Dante, please, I’m being completely serious,” Lena said, trying to make her son see the troubles on her mind, to hear just how much this was bothering her.

“I-I’m sorry, Mom,” he gasped, trying to suck in air between the few chuckles that still seeped through. “I understand where you’re coming from, but believe me, there is absolutely nothing for you to worry over.” No hormone-driven, ditzy girl could take advantage of me. I’m shy but not stupid…

“I know, but I can’t help it. Dante, you are my son, my only son, and that makes it so much harder to think about these things… and to know that, maybe, it could happen. I don’t want that to happen to you, Danny.” She reached across the table and held his hands in her own. “Just let me get out my worries and possibly make sure that they won’t come true, and I’ll be fine. But you have to promise to take care of yourself, all right?”

Smiling, Dan squeezed her hands with his own. “I promise,” he swore.

She sighed happily, “Good.” Then she brightened. “So, is there a special someone I don’t know about yet?”


Happy belated Mother’s Day! And also sorry for the weird white space at the beginning. I… don’t know why it’s doing it, and it won’t go away. Whoops.

Unboxing – J. K. Rowling’s Wizarding World, May 2017

Happy Friday, readers! It’s been a couple months again and that means another box from Loot Crate’s J. K. Rowling Wizarding World subscription series! Be warned, if you are subscribed to this box and either have not received or opened it yet, there are spoilers of the contents below. And as before, this is not a sponsored post. I’m just a sucker for nerd merch, and Harry Potter themed things feed this addiction.

Obviously, be prepared for a lot of images! What fun would it be to not see anything? And feel free to click on the images to see a larger view for more details! (Also apologies for the formatting on smaller devices!)

Before taking that first peek, it looks like they switched things up a wee bit for the box. A new sticker seal! Not sure if this is a permanent change or for the theme, but if it’s the latter it looks like we’ve got some items based on some of the more “wrong side of the tracks” characters. It’s a neat depiction of the Dark Mark, the symbol indicating followers of Voldemort in the Harry Potter series.


Now onto the inside! First peek gives us a look at a t-shirt, and the inside of the box is decked out in various designs of Death Eater masks. Very creepy/chilling to look at, but I really like the color scheme. Fits the apparent theme for this box very nicely.


Speaking of the theme, we’re diving in to snag the Loot Crate provided guide to your subscription box. In past versions of this subscription it was a scroll detailing the theme and items. Looks like they switched it up this time, though! Now it’s a letter, tri-folded and on standard paper.


I personally liked the scroll more as far as aesthetics, plus it seemed like it was nicer quality. The new format is neat, and easier to look at due to it not being rolled, but I feel like this would have been a more appropriate first-format for this box when it started–like when new students get their Hogwarts acceptance letters. Plus the inside of the letter-guide is a little disappointing as far as layout and looks. Doesn’t have that neat tie-in like the scrolls did. But I can appreciate wanting to try something new.


But enough ranting about the changes. The theme this time is in fact baddie-related! We’re diving into the Dark Arts for this box, with a bunch of different types of items this time. We have our typical shirt, some decorative plates, a pouch, stationary set, and a pin. Starting with the shirt, it features Percival Graves from the Fantastic Beasts movie, and appears to be a Loot Crate exclusive! Can’t say he was my favorite character in the movie, but he fits the theme on this dark shirt, and the design looks pretty cool.


Hiding underneath the shirt was the stationary set, which has a Chamber of Secrets motif. It has the door to the chamber itself on some cards, and includes envelopes to put them in! Bringing it all together is a stick of wax and a seal for closing off your dark messages. I can’t say this is something I’d probably use, but it’s still a neat item to include in the box.

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Next are the fancy plates, another Loot Crate exclusive which are modeled after the kitten decor found in the office(s) of Dolores Umbridge. It’s a small set of four with different images of kittens on them (but sadly mine don’t move. Aw). They feel like a nice plastic so, if you really wanted to, you could more than likely eat off of them, but otherwise they are great cat-lady decor. This is another item that I think is a neat treat for the box, but I’m not totally thrilled about (I’m all-the-way a dog person and not a plate collector).

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Then we have our pouch, which has a design inspired by the inmate plates of Azkaban, the wizard prison. This is probably my favorite item this time around–it’s got a cool, unique design on it, is something I can use for different purposes, and feels nicely made. Based on size you could easily use it as anything from a pencil case to a wallet or make-up bag, but it’s still small enough so that it’s not in the way or obtrusive.


Last but not least is the pin! And I lied. I think this one is my favorite item in the box. (Sorry pouch. You’re a definite second.) The pin as an item is something we’ve seen in past boxes, and following the theme we are given a pin in the shape of Tom Riddle’s diary, post basilisk fang stabbing. Which, speaking of the fang, is also included with the pin. And the best part? You can take the fang and actually fit it into a hole made into the diary portion of the pin and reenact the piercing of the diary yourself. You know, for funsies. The pin feels nice and hefty, and the detail on it looks great–the black and gold go together very nicely.


And that’s everything for the May 2017 Wizarding World subscription box! I sadly can’t say this one was my favorite. There was a lot of neat ideas in here, but I don’t see myself really using hardly any of it. Not to say that’s the point of this subscription, of course, but for me personally I don’t foresee a lot of mileage out of some of these items. Let me know what you guys thought of this, the box and the post, and if you’d like to see more of these! And if you got this particular box, what do you think of the items? Do you see yourself using some of the more obscure ones?

I love sharing stuff like this so more people can see and enjoy the potential goodies out there! Hopefully it generates some interest to get more subs to it–the more the merrier! (Plus with more people, we might get even neater stuff!) Have a great weekend!

Writing Prompt Wednesday – “Heartfelt Apology”


broken promise by AntekPyra

Imagine, if you will, what it would be like with no guilt weighing down on your already over-burdened shoulders.

Many a time I’ve wondered if your aloof persona was the true you, wrapped in spite and bitterness.

Sadly, it seems this is not the case–only a shell, slowly cracking around you.

Only this sharp, biting exterior is keeping you from pain, and despite what you may think, your facade is eating you alive.

Rather than hiding behind a faltering mask, wouldn’t you rather cast it aside?

Rather than trudging through the mire in your turbulent mind, wouldn’t you rather apologize and let it all go?

Your outward lack of empathy and sympathy is only destroying you from the inside out.

Writing Prompt Wednesday – “Slow Down”


Slow down by krmenxa

With head swimming

Feeling of being filled with cotton

Muffled and smothered

Spots flashing, dancing

In dazed eyes with no focus

No sensation of feet making contact

With hard ground beneath

In the vain hope an end will be reached

Pick up speed, faster, faster fasterfaster

Only to grind to a complete and sudden


Realizing speed won’t make a difference

Better to take things slow, easy

One step at a time

Can always pretend that it helps

Even if it doesn’t

Writing Prompt Wednesday – “Everything for You”


Everything by Menoevil

Everything I am, and everything I will ever become, will all be for you.

Vexed as I am at my own shortcomings, I continue to strive for something greater…

Even at the expense of my own happiness.

Really, though, your happiness is my own.

Your successes, your smiles, your very drive to exist and continue…

These are only a fraction of the things that give me my own purpose.

How easy it is to simply think of you, and be given renewed determination.

I will always better myself for you, in the hopes that your own happiness will thrive.

Nothing brings me greater joy than this.

Giving everything I have for you, and you alone, will be my crowning achievement.

Writing Prompt Wednesday – “Health and Healing”


frozen by impatienss

Have a drink, stay awhile

Everyone is here, cheers to your health

And happiness

Leave the security blanket behind

Try to live a little

Here’s to your health and happiness

After all your hard work

Never stopping in your resolve to betterment

Drive and zest for life looks good on you

Having one now won’t hurt you, right?

Especially since you’re doing so well–

Ah, no?

Looks like you’re on the right path

I’m proud of you, we’re proud of this

New person you’ve become

‘Grats on your good health and happiness


Inspired by a short image series by Tasha Dancy.


The pond was humble in size, filled with clear water and plenty to live off of, but large enough to to call it home and be comfortable. The occasional rock, the tall, flowing grasses shooting skyward up and out of the water, reaching for a sky they would never touch. It was poetic, it was admirable, but it was also sad.

A small tadpole lazily swam between blades of grass, looking up and wondering how high they would one day be able to reach, once they were grown. They only hoped that, once their full form came to be, they could reach high enough for both the grass and them-self.

As they swerved around another swaying water plant, they paused a moment, spying something bright and shining across from them. There, in a downward beam of sunlight was the most amazing tadpole. It shimmered, seeming to be from the light itself, and swam with a grace the recently born polliwog could never hope to achieve. They were mesmerized by their pond-companion’s presence, but far too shy to approach. Hiding behind the grass, they simply watched and enjoyed the beauty of this creature.

And as time passed, watching became a simple routine. They couldn’t ever bring them-self to pluck up the courage to speak, or approach, and settled for a silent vigil. The tadpole grew, and so did the beautiful, glimmering tadpole, which in turn wasn’t a tad at all. A nymph, born into the pond so that it may grow and thrive to one day care for the surroundings of their small water home.

The tadpole, now a bolder, wiser frog with reach and aim, soon discovered this beauty would leave them to fulfill their innate purpose. The frog was devastated–they’d never even been able to speak to the nymph once, fearful that one so beautiful wouldn’t care to even glance in their direction.

How silly, the frog berated itself. This was no time for doubts! Using their freshly grown limbs, the frog leaped from the pond with purpose and determination.

It took some time, having only had the view from the pond and beneath the water surface to know what they wanted, but the frog returned triumphant, perching on a small rock just as the lovely nymph stepped out of the water and toward the surrounding woods.

The frog’s heart stuttered, and their chest hiccuped in and out before finally a small but obvious ribbit escaped. It did as intended and the nymph paused.

Slowly turning, the nymph glanced around briefly before spying their silent companion carefully settled on the stone. The nymph delicately pointed to them-self, and the frog gave another ribbit to confirm.

The nymph moved softly, barely a sound as the water parted for them to move toward the rock. The frog tensed, suddenly feeling old nerves return and stake claim, but they stood fast.

Reaching the frog, the nymph knelt and tilted their head in curiosity, a small and confused smile on their face.

Croaking in embarrassment, the frog extended its webbed foot and offered the nymph a small flower it had found not far from the pond.

Wide eyed, the nymph glanced between the frog and the flower before pointing to them-self again, a silent “for me?” in their eyes. The frog reached further forward, holding the flower out.

Smiling brilliantly in thanks, the nymph gently grasped the flower and held it, sniffed it, cuddled it to their cheek before carefully maneuvering it behind an ear. Silky white hair was brushed aside to make room for this small offering. The nymph’s bright eyes said all they needed to, and the frog was so overjoyed they felt they could slip right off the rock and into the water below.

The frog no longer thought of reaching high as the pond grass did. Their heart had been sent soaring.