#gift call

[tiimescout]

i’ve been really down lately, so i wanted to do a little gift call! basically, if you like this post i will make a starter of one of my muses giving your muse a gift! ( specify muse please! )

[was-wicked]

@dontsaysalamander

It had been quite a day. A good one, marvelous day, but something that they had been in the planning for so long that it left the couple too tired to move upstairs, settling in to the warmth of a fire and a blanket beside their Christmas tree. So much preparation and planning and worrying had gone int Theseus and Leta Scamander’s home as they prepared host the couples first Christmas both as husband and wife but their first time hosting in general. Weeks of preparing sleep and food and gift arrangements had consumed the couples being, the two of them settling here a while after having the kitchens cleaned up and company either gone or asleep.

“Theseus darling .” She looked up to him, an apology at her face as she kissed up the aurors jawline in attempts to gently pull him from his slumber, regardless of how soothing and at peace he looked. He needed to get this done. To see this. It had been something she had for a while. “Theseus darling I think you missed a present.”

[flxbber]

since today, march 7th, is the date i’ve always headcanoned as phillip’s birthday, i thought i would make a little gift call! what this means is, by liking this post, i’ll write you up a little starter where phillip gives your muse a gift! ( length may vary )

[vinodiriso]

Btw since everyone in my family is trying to ruin my Christmas excitement, please, like this for an aesthetic of your muse (fellow multimuses, pick a muse in the comments!!). I can't promise they will be good, but I will do them with all my heart!! They will be done in a few days ❤❤

[was-wicked]

Well... What is Leta Lestrange looking at in that desk?

Certainly not something that say L+N what are you talking about

No! She is looking at the wonderful gifts she has prepared to give your muses on December 25!

Like or reblog for Leta to send your muse a present (and if you are a multimuse just comment who you want to receive the gift).

This include you Jewish muses! For you guys it’ll just be a good old regular present!

[was-wicked]

@ask-me-credence-barebone

“I have no idea if I’m doing I’m doing this right. But you trust me, don’t you?” But then she hesitated. “...Don’t answer that. Just once more. Please.”

Somehow she’d talked him into the blindfold and was leading him up the stairs to the last room in the house. It had been a week since she had told him the truth. That she lied. A week after years and years of letting him believe that he was of her blood. She wasn’t sure what finally got her to snap and cave, but oh boy did she. The two now, despite any and all communications severed, trust broken or at least so she thought. Here he was trusting her to lead the way, to lead him blindly. It almost hurt her and concerned her, making what she was about to offer a little frightening, guilty as she lead him into the room, a small chirping heard from the corner of the room.

“You can take it off now.” She moved in front of him, knowing seeing her might make him less nervous. “Merry Christmas.”

[tiimescout]

please like this post for a gift starter from one of my muses! ( muses list here! )

[was-wicked]

@gallertgrindelwald

Leta most certainly shouldn’t have been there, let alone apparating in her current condition though she couldn’t resist, a strange guilt and feeling that she should at least say hi and drop off her gift if nothing more. 

It was strange, the fact that she got him a gift, one that she was rather nervous to deliver. Originally she had planned to deliver the gift she got for Credence, several of her old text books and notes that she was able to find and leave the one for Gellert behind on accident, but the more she thought, the more she realized that might be rude. Instead, hence, she decided that she would give it to him first, getting the worst over with as she was still apprehensive and nervous around him.

Still no one deserved to be alone on Christmas, sad, worried, and this was something she was worried he was at this time. Why didn’t matter, not now. But she was worried and she was going to act on it.

Looking behind her nervous she knocked thrice on the door, clinging the bag holding the gifts to her tighter as she looked behind her, anxiously waiting for him or a follower to answer, hoping that it would be him and not the latter.