#Mini ask game

[royaleofury]

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How it works: You can ask me any question ( like fs, current situation, one year from now). I will provide you 7 keywords relating to that question using tarot and intuition.

Rules

1. You must follow me or already doing so

2. Send in an ask with you question along with following things

Your initials

Your favourite fruit

Initials of second party if you are asking a reading with any person you know already

3. One question only

4.Lastly, send this phrase" You have my permission to read for me"

5. Reblog this post and like it.

Status: CLOSED

[lastlymatt]

1 for the Alex Rider mini ask game?

1. Which Yassen do you prefer - blond/book Yassen, ginger/movie Yassen, or brunet/tv show Yassen (or perhaps some other Yassen of your imagination) - and why/what is your ranking?

Well, my first exposure to Yassen was tv Yassen so he holds a special place in my heart and the fact that he's played by Thomas Levin is a major bonus.

For a younger Yassen or Yasha, I can only imagine a blond more book-accurate version of him. This is very confusing for me because I prefer the TV version for adult Yassen.

I have only watched a few clips of the movie and listened to the Kill James Bond episode on it, and I don't plan to watch any more of that, so I don't think of movie Yassen at all.

My ranking:

TV Yassen

Book Yassen

Movie Yassen

[a-very-tired-raven]

Actually surprised you haven't though of AU names for AUs of yourself-

Jaksksksksks well shoot me some names and aus!!!!

[starsaver94]

I know this is a slightly odd question, but…

Do you guys have any headcanons for my Tumblronpa Oc’s? Even the ones I haven’t used yet?

I’m just curious.

[chloesimaginationthings]

every time u draw in-game william its over fopr me...hes so sjkdjkl???

Fun fact: For my in-game William design I heavily tried to make him resemble Michael, down to very small features and quirks

[minies-ask-game-prompts]

Liar, liar…

Send an ask with ❌ followed by a statement/question to my muse and they’ll be forced to reply with a blatant lie.

(If the emoji isn’t visible on your device, please specify *red x emoji*)

[ezdotjpg]

ERM ERM can i know abt zeldadoods? assuming its a file dedicated to the Zeldas perhaps? :]

it is!! i didn't draw much in it unfortunately but there is a faceless tp zelda and what was supposed to be mc zelda and mini building tiny cars for the minish

[green-crocs12]

murphy is hands down the best character ever and you can fight me over it

original scene 💀

[sapphicseasapphire]

Father Time, from WIP thing? and/or 4+1

I already talked about Father Time, so 4+1! This is a drawing that I originally made for a friend but I ended up falling in love with it so I plan to clean it up and finish it to get it posted here!

… once I figure out Hyrule’s new wings

[whetstonefires]

A LA MEME. MDZS, Really nice guy who hates only you, hate at first sight?

It was totally inappropriate for a corpse to be popular.

But there it was: the Ghost General was more well-liked every day. He seemed to spend all his time wandering around rescuing maidens from monsters and lifting wagons off of old men. In a few years he'd be a hero of the people.

Even the cultivation world didn't expect harm from him anymore. Most of Jin Ling's peers addressed the corpse as qianbei; Jin Ling didn't, but he seemed to get on with him well enough.

Jiang Cheng hadn't actually said out loud, when he saw Wen Qionglin parting ways with Sect Leader Jin with an exchange of polite salutes, he killed your father, but he'd looked it. Jin Ling, fluent in Jiang Cheng's expressions, sighed.

"It was an accident," he said. "And he's apologized. And, you know, uncle, he was held prisoner by Jin Sect almost my entire life, you can't say he hasn't paid for it. And..."

And they had killed his whole family. And his older sister.

Jiang Cheng looked away. "Huh."

When Jiang Cheng had made his first, clumsy attempt at mending a little of the gruesome breach between himself and Wei Wuxian, the Ghost General had been there, glaring daggers at him from behind the Yiling Laozu.

It had been more disconcerting than it should have been, and Jiang Cheng had stumbled, interrupted himself, and fallen silent enough times that eventually Wei Wuxian had taken pity on him, reached out, patted him on the arm one time, said, "Good talk, Jiang Cheng," and extricated them both from the situation.

Freed from the burden of conversation, he'd returned Wen Qionglin's glare, and lost. Corpses didn't need to blink.

He didn't want the bastard to like him. Which was just as well since it was out of the question. Jiang Cheng had never for a second in his life liked Wen Qionglin; from the first time he'd laid eyes on him when they were youths he'd interpreted him as a pathetic, burdensome coward, and despised him for it.

Owing the man his life had made it worse--he hadn't even wanted to be saved, and it was Wei Wuxian's stupid horrible charm and habit of interfering where he wasn't wanted that had done it, and like hell had he owed anything, when that person's family had murdered his. (I owe him nothing, he'd told himself once, because Wen Qionglin had been the reason he lost Wei Wuxian.)

Another time, he found himself in both their company and drew apart, letting the Yiling Patriarch and the Ghost General play at being mentors to the youth. Neither of you lived to see twenty-five, he wanted to shout. What do you think you have to teach them?

Even Jin Ling...it made him furious. Furious to glance over and see a corpse's stiff face conveying softness.

Furious to look past the crowd and see Lan Wangji's eyes falling on Wen Qionglin with an unmistakable resentment. And to know that it wasn't the stiff propriety of the Lan Wangji of their youths, objecting to the heresy of that fierce corpse's existence; that it was the look of a petty, jealous man resenting the way Wei Wuxian knocked his shoulder together with the Ghost General's and laughed.

"Where do you get off hating Wen Ning?" he asked the next time he found himself alone with Lan Wangji. It was a stupid thing to ask, but if he let himself think about how they were threshing through the underbrush looking for Wei Wuxian, about the last time they had looked for Wei Wuxian together...

Lan Wangji ignored him.

Jiang Cheng snorted. "Okay. So maybe you don't hate him. But he likes you! He's so deferential it makes me want to puke."

Lan Wangji favored him with the merest hint of a sneer, just enough to show he was listening to Jiang Cheng talk.

"You're disgusting," said Jiang Cheng. "Do you really think he shouldn't have anyone but you in his life? That he's your property?"

Lan Wangji's stride broke. It was a triumph, in a way--Jiang Cheng had never thrown him so badly in all the years they'd known each other.

"Each man judges others by his own heart," said Lan Wangji, thick with contempt, and then he was walking ahead with pointed rapidity, determined to separate from Jiang Cheng, until staying together would have meant chasing after him, and Jiang Cheng turned and went the other way, muttering blackly.

In the end, fittingly, neither of them caught up in time to be of use. Wen Ning, with his homing sense for Wei Wuxian, had shown up out of who the fuck knew where and bailed him out.

Jiang Cheng stumbled upon the haunted spring just in time to see a sodden, bedraggled Wei Wuxian launch himself away from his pet Wen's supportive arm and fling himself against the upright form of Hanguang-jun, which bent around him with a reverent murmur.

Jiang Cheng was already turning away in disgust to head back home, hating that he'd let himself be dragged into this, when he heard Lan Wangji say with careful, solemn deliberation: "Thank you, Wen Qionglin. For taking care of him."

Jiang Cheng glanced back against his will to see the Ghost General saluting deeply, wide-eyed, infinitely humble, his murmur that it was nothing special, Hanguang-jun, nearly drowned out by Wei Wuxian's delighted shouting about how good his Lan Zhan was and how much Wen Ning deserved to be appreciated.

Jiang Cheng walked away.

Wen Qionglin wasn't rude to him. Not in any way you could point at. And he knew full well he'd be making an ass of himself if he tried to pick a verbal fight.

After all, they had killed Wen Qionglin's older sister.

The whole cultivation world had done it, but only Jiang Cheng had done it after Wen Qionglin saved his life. He'd told himself he owed no debt for that, and perhaps he hadn't, but the fact remained: of the two of them, one had been brave and virtuous and earned the loyalty of Wei Wuxian.

And one of them had been pathetic, a coward, a burden.

Jiang Cheng could never look at the man without seeing the look in his dead eyes across the length of Suibian.

Jiang Cheng had never been good at lying to himself, especially if the lie was meant to be comforting. He always tried it anyway. Comforting lies used to sound so true, in Wei Wuxian's mouth; he should never have gotten into the habit of relying on that. To letting that person think Jiang Cheng was someone who needed to be swaddled in falsehoods to give him the strength to bear up under his own duties.

Wen Qionglin was a kind, gentle, courageous dead body, shy and courteous and increasingly appreciated for his virtues, in this strange new world created in the wake of Jin Guanyao's disgrace. And whenever his eyes fell on Jiang Cheng they were cold, hard, flat, contemptuous.

Every time he looked at him Jiang Cheng could nearly hear him thinking, like a cold wind against the back of his neck: I should have left you in that heap of corpses with the rest of your family.

What are you worth, Jiang Wanyin, that so many should be spent in saving you? That Wei Wuxian would drag us all into the shadow of death to make you whole, only for you to turn your face aside when it was me lying there, and let him die for us without lifting a finger?

Selfish, whining coward. If only I had left you there to die.

If only, Jiang Cheng imagined spitting back, anger hot and bracing in his throat. If only! I never asked for any of it! How dare you expect me to repay you!

But Wen Qionglin never spoke any of the words out loud. He only looked, cold dead flat black eyes. A frozen river. Sometimes Jiang Cheng thought that if he lashed out hard enough he would break a hole in the ice, and be devoured whole.

[lastlymatt]

Number four for the AR mini ask game please!

Polarnacht 💙

4. Any other thoughts about the different characterizations, appearances, shipabilities, etc for the various versions of Yassen, Alex, or other characters?

RR Yassen is the most shippable of all of them in my opinion. He is very easy to love and also in desperate need of love. Baby assassin 🥺

I am also eternally conflicted on who should be the taller one for any Yalex version, though I prefer a slightly taller tv Alex and a short book Alex.

I think the tv versions haven't had enough time to really interact. They need to have a proper conversation together or have Yassen witness Alex do some awesome spy stuff to really let him shine because right now, he's very much in protective mode while book Yassen knows that his Alex can handle himself for most of it. I hope that season 3 will change this.

[thefreakandthehair]

For the fanfic ask game - “Oh my god! Is that a hickey?” (Any characters/rating etc)

hello there, my friend!! oh this was so fun, I had to make this stobin and if my brain wasn't so fixated on big bang-ery right now, I would've turned this into something more <333

"Oh my god! Is that a hickey?" Robin screeches in the safety of an empty Family Video, grabbing Steve by the arm of his sweater and pulling him closer to inspect the purpling bruise blooming in the crook of his neck. "No, Rob, I got into a fight with my mom's curling iron and lost." He rolls his eyes and swats her away, subconsciously rubbing his neck to brush away the memory of Eddie's lips, and teeth, and and hands, so that he can focus on work and not how badly he wants him to feel it again... and again, and again. "That wasn't there yesterday and you didn't have a date last night, you just hung out with... oh, holy shit," Robin's voice drops to a whisper and her eyes grow three times their size. "Yeah," Steve grins. "Holy shit."

mini-fic prompt game

[gaybroons]

Soft promt, 30. and Mattdrai?

30. ‘this is my husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner etc.’

Prompts!!

Freudian slip

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“What’s up with you?” Matthew’s been quiet all dinner, glancing at him and smiling like a schoolgirl. It’s endearing, the way his face contorts to fit it, makes him look rounder, softer.

Except Leon’s never seen him act like this before, and frankly, he’s scared.

“Nothing.” Matthew sing-songs biting at his fork. Leon narrows his eyes.

He doesn’t know why Matthew insists on going to these places, fancy and dark, you’d think with the cost of the menu items they’d afford to keep the lights on.

It’s romantic, Matthew tells him. Leon would argue it’s more romantic if he can see his fucking date.

Besides, since when is Matthew the romantic type? He doesn’t know when the switch happened, it seems as if Matthew stopped being content with takeout and fast dirty fucks out of nowhere. He wants to do this dating thing right, apparently. Leon thought they’ve been dating for months. But somehow it seems that calling Matthew his boyfriend for the first time made Matthew realize it.

He’s a little offended, frankly. Did Matthew think he didn’t want to date him?

“So,” Matthew says around in his mouth, looking at him from under his lashes, uncharacteristically coy. “You want to marry me?”

Leon chokes.

“What?” He pounds his fist at his chest as he tries dislodging the pasta in his throat, and when the threat of death has finally passed he glances up at Matthew.

He knows what that face is. He knows when Matthew is concealing his hurt. Fuck.

“Where is this coming from?” He tries, but it seems that Matthew had already guarded himself against being vulnerable. He’s not looking at Leon anymore. “Matty.”

He shrugs, making a noncommittal noise, suddenly really interested in the food. Surely a truffle risotto isn’t that interesting.

“Mathew.”

“Well I just thought—“ he’s talking fast, caught between embarrassment and irritation. “When you introduced me as your husband—“ when he what.

“I- did I-“ Leon is thankful he didn’t eat another bite because that would’ve killed him for sure. He tries quickly rewinding in his head and realizes that he did say that. Oh my god. Matthew is looking around and—

He can’t have that. He grabs Matthew’s hand and pulls it between them. Now that gets his attention.

“Matthew.” He starts, runs his thumb over his pulse point for courage. “I was planning to propose in the summer.”

It’s so easy to please him, he realizes. And somehow spoiling the surprise doesn’t feel as bad as he thought it would. Matthew’s smile is so wide and bright that he almost lights up the whole restaurant by himself.

“Really?” He says, like he can’t believe it. He grips Leon’s hand back, entangles their fingers together.

“Yeah. I must’ve—“

“Aw, you couldn’t keep it to yourself, you just love me so—“ interrupting Matthew with a kiss is really proving to be Leon’s favorite way to shut him up.

[withacapitalp]

34 and Steddie for the mini fic ask game?

Lmaoooo Ria I love you sm and I am so sorry for this

34. things you whispered in my ear

“Roll to examine the chest,” Eddie whispered softly into Steve’s ear, a few curls brushing against his skin as Eddie finished his sentence with a kiss on the cheek before pulling back. 

Steve bit his lip to stop the smile that was threatening to expose their ruse. He forced his eyes to stay locked onto his character sheet, only glancing up when he heard Dustin’s frustrated growl from across the table. 

“Is something wrong, Dustin?” Steve asked, molding his face into a perfect picture of innocence. His favorite brat’s eyes were narrowed into thin slits, and he kept looking between Steve and Eddie.

“Stop that,” The boy grunted, and Eddie shrugged, sitting back in his chair and drumming his fingers on his binder. 

“Stop what?” 

“Giving Steve hints!” Lucas snapped, all of the kids giving them slight glares.

“Hints?” Steve repeated, playing dumb. It didn’t fool any of them

“I’m sitting next to you Steve, you guys aren’t as quiet as you think,” Mike replied, crossing his arms and sulking, “It’s cheating,” 

“I am shocked at you, Michael,” Eddie gasped, putting a hand over his heart and making his already big eyes even wider, “Absolutely shocked. You think that I would ruin my dungeon master integrity just to help my beloved win?” 

“Yes,” All seven kids chorused. 

Steve snorted. He wasn’t exactly jazzed to be playing dungeons and dragons after the multiple failed attempts of the past. He had only agreed to play this time because Eddie had begged, promising that he would help Steve whenever he possibly could. 

But this was the inevitable result of their charade. 

“Foolish little lambs. I’m not giving my sweet sweet sunshine hints,” Eddie tutted, shaking his head and closing his eyes. He stood up from his chair and put a hand on Steve’s shoulder, gently tipping himself into his boyfriend’s lap. Eddie looped his arms around Steve’s neck and gave them all a lecherous little look.

“I’m telling him what he will get if he wins,”

There was a moment of silence as they all registered exactly what was being implied and then the room exploded into disgusted shouting. Steve’s entire face turned deep red and he shoved his chair back so he could drop Eddie onto the ground. 

“Why?!” Steve hissed and Eddie popped up, still snickering. 

“Had to get them off our tail, babe. Sorry,” Eddie apologized, not sounding sorry whatsoever. 

“I do not understand,” El said above the melee. 

“Oh, so if Steve doesn’t die Eddie is gonna suck his-”

“OKAY Thank you Max!” Steve shouted, drowning out the end of that sentence. He could still feel the blush on his cheeks, and he sputtered for a second as he tried to find the right words to get out of this situation, “Can we just keep going please? I roll to examine the fucking chest,” 

Eddie settled back into his chair and back into his role. Apparently examining the chest led them to finding a bone key, the one they needed to get through the skeleton gate. Eddie, unable to resist any temptation, leaned in close. 

“Good job, sweetheart,” He whispered. Steve rolled his eyes and called the bluff, dipping his own lips close to his boyfriend’s ear. 

“Let us win, and you can have whatever you want tonight,” He murmured, enjoying the soft red glow that began to go down Eddie’s neck. 

“STOP!”

[minies-ask-game-prompts]

Wait, you poured what in my drink?

Send an ask with 🧪 to give my muse a truth serum!

They are now forced to reply to whatever question is asked with complete honesty :D

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

Hello! For the minific game

Fire, flames, or excessive heat - rhodestead

Hi! Thanks for sending this in! I decided to play off of the camping mini fic I started in this one. It's ridiculous, but I'm committed to the bit now:

Will whooped as the wood finally ignited and he coaxed the flames higher. "I have made fire!" he yelled.

"Okay, caveman," Connor laughed as he tugged the back of Will's shirt until he sat back in his chair beside him. "Good job."

"Make fire," Will grunted at him, then a grin spread across his face. The 'I just had an idea and it's really dumb but I think it's funny so look out' grin that Connor was becoming unfortunately very familiar with. Mostly because it seemed to be a smile shared by Will, Jay, Bex, and Chris.

"Will make fire. Now Will hunt! Provide for Connor!" Will leapt up and stalked around their camp chairs to where the food was packed up. He rummaged around for a while, grunting some more, before he emerged and held up a package over his head with another triumphant yell.

He loped back over and presented Connor with a bag of marshmallows. "For you."

"What an amazing display of skills," Connor said as he ripped open the bag with snort. "Gonna help me cook some of this bounty, o' great hunter gatherer?"

"Oh, yeah, wait, hang on, I got special sticks." Will darted back to the car and returned with some fancy looking metal pronged roasters. He grinned at Connor as he stuck marshmallows on one before handing it over and then setting up his own.

Connor smiled at him as they started roasting them carefully. "You really did think of everything for this trip," he said. "It's been amazing. Thank you." He leaned in for a kiss which they both quickly got lost in...

Until the plop of their flaming marshmallows falling into the fire had Will pulling away. "My bounty!"

This was for the mini fic ask game if anyone else wants to play!