#my 12doh

[unvexes]

deb and alice making cookies for day one of @12daysofhatchetfield !!

[2tiedships2]

Harry and blue.

[killmygoldenn]

🌹 rose /rəʊz/NOUN

a prickly bush or shrub that typically bears red, pink, yellow, or white fragrant flowers.

flower meaning: love and romance; gratitude, grace, admiration, joy; enthusiasm, passion and friendship; innocence and purity.

Happy Birthday Harry!

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[nonbino-chaos-fox]

Today's entry for @12daysofhatchetfield! <3

[ladyghosts]

becky barnes + hot cocoa for day 2 of @12daysofhatchetfield !

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this is my first ever stimboard and it was really fun to make !

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

I’m taking a break from editing because of a headache so I might as well come here and tell you my plan for January.

First of all, I’ll be posting three fics (probably tomorrow) — two of them are Christmas-themed, the other one is Christmas-adjacent.

If it’s okay with you, and this can change if you all ask, I’ve been thinking about not finishing 12DOH/Kinkmas and just move on with requests. Once I get my flow back, I can come up with something to celebrate the milestone.

What do you think? How are you? What do you want to see from me in 2022?

[youshouldhavepaidattentiondad]

I know I just have a couple of prompts left for 12DoH, but I am hella fucking sick so I'm gonna take my time with them

[nonbino-chaos-fox]

Day twelve, our final day of @12daysofhatchetfield!

I tried to do fluff, ended up with a box of tentacles.

[nonbino-chaos-fox]

My little artwork for day three of @12daysofhatchetfield!

The prompt was lights, so I decided to do a little doodle of Hannah's ukulele covered with some pretty christmas lights! <3

[nonbino-chaos-fox]

Day one of @12daysofhatchetfield! Today's prompt was snow, so I decided to do a little sketch of Hannah making a snowman. This was vry rushed, but I really like this little drawing.

Yes, that is also Ethan's hat on the snowman. <3

[nonbino-chaos-fox]

My entry for day whatever of @12daysofhatchetfield :: Baking!

I decided to go for some sweet paulkins fluff because I could. (Yes I know I'm pretty much a day early, but consider this argument - paulkins.)

Paul had barely gotten used to sharing his home with someone else when he had to get used to the chaos of moving into a new apartment.

But there was one thing he would always love.

And that was Emma.

Though he hadn't admitted that he loved her to himself let alone told her.

It was unexpected when he got home from work on a Tuesday afternoon to find her in their cramped kitchen, the smell of freshly baked muffins wafting through the air. Her hair was messily tied back with a few wavy strands falling in front of her face. There was a smear of flour on her cheek that she didn't notice as she pipped delicate floral patterns onto the top of a cupcake.

“I thought you had classes tonight?”

Emma nearly jumped out of her skin; “Jesus! I didn't hear you come in,” she laughed off her racing heart. “Yeah, classes were cancelled today since professor Hidgens set a classroom on fire during an experiment.”

“I thought he was a biology professor?” Paul placed his bag down on the counter covered with warm cookies and brownies. A large stack of dirty bowls and trays was piled high in the sink.

“I've learnt just to not question him,” She shrugged returning to icing the cupcakes.

Paul got started on working his way through the mountain of dishes. “What is with all of...” He gestured about at the dozens of freshly made desserts and the trays of more ready to go in the oven.

“Well you invited me to the work holiday party on Thursday and I want to make a good impression,” she explained as she continued to pipe little flowers. “And on Saturday we're going to Tom’s place to celebrate Christmas and I'm kinda nervous about that.”

“Don't be nervous about it,” Paul placed his hand on hers gently. “It'll go fine. And if it won't then we have a mountain of sugar for ourselves.”

Emma laughed dryly leaning into Paul. “I know, but I'm still worried. This is our first proper Christmas all together now that he and Becky finally stopped pretending not to be into each other,” She leaned in even closer to him. “And it I've got you there this year.”

“I'm still sorry about that-”

“Don't be dumbass. It was an emergency and I wouldn't want you not to be with your mum when she's sick just to attend my broken family Christmas,” Paul noticed a small tear start to form in the corner of her eye.

He wiped it away gently and without thinking murmured, “I love you.”

“What?”

“What?”