#sorry this one took so long!

[ohmygraves]

I was wondering if you could write a 141 how they react when you give them gifts. I love giving gifts, it makes me happy. Maybe even happier than the person receiving it sometimes. I bet some of them will like the excitement you get more than the gift itself, happily accepting everything you give just to see that smile.

ooh, i have to agree to that, anon. i honestly think that ghost and gaz would be the type to enjoy your reaction more than actually caring what you get them. just seeing you be so giddy when you hand them the gifts are enough of a treat, y'know?

you gave ghost a little knife carving kit, a little thank you for all the times he mentored you and saved your ass. you knew he liked knives and you thought that it was a nice activity to do instead of working out or smacking johnny's head if the scot misbehaved. and maybe he could use the knife or add it to his collection.

still, you are very excited to give it to him no matter what, as you want him to enjoy your gift. he could see you basically jumping in excitement when you see him, holding a small bag and with a giddy look on your face, cheeks flushed red and bright eyes as you hand him the gift bag.

now, ghost doesn't particularly care about gifts himself. since he doesn't have many things in general, his barracks room is really just basic necessities. trinkets like these are not something he enjoys collecting.

oh, but to see you all so excited and the way you try to contain your joy and happiness as you explain what you got him? now that's adorable, it made his heart clench that he thought he needed to get it checked with the medics.

"... thank you, love." he said softly, looking at the small box of knife carving kit in the bag. you cheered, telling him that you'd like to see the result when he finished it, bouncing off somewhere else. he hoped that you didn't notice that his eyes are basically softening looking at you walk away, the corner of his lips curled upwards under his mask seeing you so happy.

gaz's cap was getting really worn out, and you noticed that the bill had a slight tear on it, revealing the material underneath the fabric. so, as a good friend you decided to get him a new cap.

you knew that he liked some good joke, so you got him a trucker cap that says "women fear me, fish fear me" at the front, with a graphic of a bass. soap thought it was funny, and you did too. you're sure that kyle would like it just as much.

well, you didn't know that kyle has like twenty baseball caps in his barracks room, so he didn't need a new one. he collects caps.

when you see him one day, a gift bag in hand, you didn't even notice that the cap that had a tear on it was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a similar cap in color. you were too busy giggling at the idea of him wearing a cap that says "women fear me, fish fear me" to pay attention, and yet when he opened the gift from you, he didn't even complain. your cute giggles and laughs were enough to make him happy.

"really, love? 'women fear me, fish fear me'?" he scoffed, a smile on his face as he took off his hat, wearing it on his head proudly. he didn't care that soap immediately had to take pics of him, he only cared that it made you laugh.

i feel like soap would love anything you give him as well, but it's in a sense that "awh, ye got me noodle maker because ah'm too lazy to cook ramen noodles in the commons room 🥺" like this man would be excited with anything you give him, no matter how stupid the gift is.

you hand soap a wrapped gift box, knowing that he will get excited over this. you'd seen this infomercial a few times and you know that he would enjoy this gadget, given how silly it was and how oddly specific the function is. the infomercial was so silly.

of course, you gave him a slap chop.

opening the gift, his eyes went wide, smiling giddily as he looked at you, eyes glimmering. "bonnie, is this th' one where th' lad threw a slicer out th' window!?" he looked so excited and happy, you were so happy knowing that he liked the gift.

you nodded, saying that it could practically chop anything he wanted. it'll make things so much easier when cooking. soap hugs you, squeezing you as he practically squeals, thanking you for the gift. you said it was okay, and now soap can make all the salad he wanted. you left him to try out his gift, needing to go back to work.

ghost raised his eyebrows looking at you, crossing his arms as he looked at soap. "no bloody way someone like ya would eat a fuckin' salad, johnny..." he scoffed, knowing that the chance of soap eating fruits and vegetables are close to zero, since the scot is a picky eater.

soap sighed, looking down at the gift you got him. "seein' bonnie happy is good enough gift."

he'll make some crushed doritos at the top of his sandwiches or something.

price i feel is the same as soap, but only when it comes to the aesthetic of the item? he's easy to give gifts, likely smth related to fishing or cigar. he won't comment if you give him a cute shaped ashtray for example, or a floral patterned cigar holder.

as a token of appreciation to your captain, you decided to get him something that you thought he might use. price smokes a lot, so it was easy to find something to get him. you, however, are not great at picking the style for it.

ashtray is arguably one of the simplest items around. it's a small dish with sometimes notches to hold the thing you're smoking. as long as it catches the ashes, anything can be considered an ashtray. likewise, there are a lot of shapes and designs of an ashtray that you just spent lots and lots of time picking, scrolling through hundreds and thousands of pages online to find something that's both useful and nice.

you ended up ordering an ashtray in the shape of a ball, made of alloy and had lots of intricate designs of a dragon and bird. it was not only heavy, but also quite big for an ashtray, truthfully.

you started to second guess if this was a good idea, given that it looked like something that your asian grandpa would have on the table when he takes a smoke break out in the porch, sipping coffee while enjoying some hit of nicotine. maybe you should give it to someone else instead, or resell it and get something better, but soap had seen the massive ashtray and were laughing at how big it was, and his big mouth spilled the beans to the captain about how you got him a particularly garish looking ashtray. because of course, everyone told you that what you got him was a bit much for his very simple aesthetic.

having soap basically ruined the surprise, you had to give price the present either way, a bit hesitant as you handed him the box. you were worried that he'd just make fun of it, that he'd laugh at your choice.

"a bit heavy for an ashtray there, doll?" he hummed, looking at the patterns. it seems like it was somewhat like a carving of ancient chinese murals, the typical dragon and phoenix flying through the sky. it looked out of place on price's desk.

"well, i'd have to say the lid is quite a game changer," price added, smiling at you. "covers up the pile of ashes inside."

you were relieved that he seems to enjoy it for its intended function at least.

"have to say though, love, i didn't expect you to pick this style..." his fingers traced over the pattern on top. "it looks beautiful. thank you."

you're not sure if he's just being nice or if he actually enjoys such aesthetics, but you're glad to see it on his desk being used every time you go to his office.

[justcallmecappy]

Help me write a Fenders fic (pt. 7)

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But just then, Fenris turns away from the mantelpiece, and strides instead to a nearby table.

He picks up a leather bound book. "Read to me."

Anders feels the nervous anticipation that had been slowly building up inside him burst like a bubble. “Oh,” he says, a bit too lightly, trying to keep the disappointment from showing too obviously in his voice. “I suppose we could do that, yes.”

Fenris chuckles again, the mirth lighting his eyes pleasantly as if he knew exactly what Anders had been thinking all this while, then gestures towards the pile of plush velvet cushions strewn before the fireplace. “Let’s get comfortable. I’m not sure how long we’ll have to be here.”

Anders goes to sit among the cushions, joined shortly after by Fenris who sits next to him, handing over the leather bound tome.

“What’s this one about?” he asks, touching the cover lightly. An illustration of a redheaded warrior armed with a sword and shield graces the cover, alongside the title in thick bold type.

Anders makes a face. “Ugh. ‘Swords and Shields’. Why am I not surprise one of Varric’s smutty serials made it into the Blooming Rose?” He sighs. “I suppose reading erotica is a good form of foreplay.”

Fenris grins at this, amused. “Have you ever read any of Varric’s novels? Are they any good?”

“Sure. If you like overwrought purple prose and swooning heroines with heaving bosoms,” Anders replies drily, earning another bright laugh from Fenris, which causes a swift blush to rise to Anders’ cheeks. He feels pleasantly warm now, and Fenris’ shoulder is lightly touching his.

Anders had done all sorts of debauched things during his days in Kinloch Hold and his stint at The Pearl that these days nothing much can make him bat an eye, and yet … something about this supposedly chaste situation makes him strangely nervous, like he is an inexperienced apprentice again, and is nursing his first adolescent crush.

“I wouldn’t know,” Fenris replies, a bit wistfully, a bit sadly. “Hawke is teaching me to read, but with her responsibilities as Champion, she is finding less and less time for our lessons.”

Anders blinks. “Oh? You didn't know how to read?”

Fenris gives him a level stare, something unfathomable in his dark emerald gaze. “Does this bother you?”

“No! Of course not. I just thought ... I could teach you. At least, if Hawke can’t find the time to. I used to teach the apprentices in the Circle how to read, since mages need to do all our learning from books. I — uh, I could teach you too, if — if you want me to, at least.” Anders’ stammering voice grows quiet towards the end of his last sentence, tapering into a whisper.

Fenris does not say anything for a while. He has turned away, and the fall of his hair conceals his eyes. But Anders fancies he can see a faint pink blush dust the tips of Fenris’ ears that peeks past the fall of his hair.

“I … would like that,” Fenris replies, just as quietly.

Anders clears his throat. “Well! I don’t see why we can’t begin now.” He lifts the book in his hands and smiles broadly. “Though I would have chosen more appropriate teaching material to start with.”

When Fenris turns to Anders again, a faint smile gentles his features.

Anders reads a few passages of the novel, pausing occasionally to point out how certain combinations of letters are pronounced. Hawke's reading lessons had gotten Fenris quite far, but he still is unfamiliar with the spelling of more complex words.

They now reached a steamy scene in the novel. Anders swallows, reading the passage as warmth rises steadily to his cheeks.

"'Unbeknownst to the guard-captain, two of her acquaintances — the apostate mage and the elven warrior — were currently ensconced in the Chantry confessional booth, keeping each other occupied with ... ah, each other's tongues.'" Anders clears his throat. "'Their roaming hands find the belts and buckles of each other's clothes and they hungrily began to undress one another, eager fingertips skimming across warm, trembling skin.'"

Fenris is leaning forward, his body almost flush against Anders'. In the small space between them, Anders feels the heat of their bodies mingle, charged with a tension so palpable it's almost electric.

Fenris raises his face and his gaze meets Anders'. His eyes are half-lidded, their faces are barely a few inches apart, and it's so quiet Anders can almost hear the furious hammering of his heart.

Anders' eyelids flutter shut.

Just then, there is a sudden loud pounding at the door.

"Come out, you two! You can stop hiding now, we've gotten rid of the Templars!" Hawke's voice calls out from the hall.

"And that annoying noble prat, too," Isabela's voice joins hers. "Took us ages, but at least we won't see their likes around the Rose any time soon."

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[theresawritesstuff]

7

(you hit the jackpot of midgelenny songs imo)

A follow up of sorts to this

You Matter To Me - Sara Bareilles & Jason Mraz

I could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes

They've seen things that you never quite say, but I hear

Come out of hiding, I'm right here beside you

And I'll stay there as long as you let me

Because you matter to me

Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody

You matter to me

I promise you do, you, you matter too

I promise you do, you see?

You matter to me

It's addictive the minute you let yourself think

The things that I say just might matter to someone

All of this time I've been keeping my mind on the running away

And for the first time I think I'd consider the stay

Because you matter to me

Midge slouched against the bar, considering her next move as the bartender slid her another martini.

She'd told Susie she'd meet her at the club. It made more sense, given their schedules. Susie was busy with her other clients and Midge…Well, she knew it was time to get back in the proverbial saddle. Passed time. She'd even managed to get herself ready early, riding the thrill of adrenaline from just thinking of playing a venue that was actually a legal establishment.

But when the cab had dropped her off in front of the door to the club, she couldn't make herself go inside.

She tried. But she just…couldn't.

So instead she crossed the street for a little liquid courage. Or a place to hide. She hadn't fully decided yet.

She took the toothpick of olives from her glass, studying it absently.

She was starting to think running away was all she'd been doing since her divorce.

She'd run away from any real career opportunities after things went south with the Baldwin tour. Run away from her engagement to Benjamin allegedly for said ill fated tour. 

Hell, she'd even used comedy as a way to run away from her problems after Joel left. Sure she got up and talked about them every night for a while but was she really dealing with them? Joking about her life certainly hurt less than facing the reality of it.

Was coming back to comedy now even worth it? Was it worth it if he wasn't…

Midge plopped her olives back into her martini.

Speaking of running away…

But she'd promised herself she wouldn't think about him. Not anymore.

She wasn't doing a very good job keeping that promise. 

Just like she wasn't keeping her promise to go to her gig… To do the work like he'd begged her to.

Why did he even care? If he was just going to disappear again after giving her the best night of her life, after making her realize just how much she –

No.

Midge took a sip of her martini, closing her eyes. 

She couldn't afford to dwell on it anymore. Lenny was...somewhere. And obviously didn't want anything to do with her.

"This seat taken?"

Great. Now she was hallucinating him too.

She looked up, blinking in surprise when she found the man she'd imagined sneaking up on her so often over the past month actually standing at her side in the flesh.

He looked good. Still a little thinner than he ought to be, but his eyes looked brighter. 

He raised a hesitant brow toward the bar stool next to her, waiting for her to let him in or tell him to fuck off…

Midge let out a sigh, nodding as she took another sip of her drink.

He sat tentatively, ordering himself a scotch.

Neither one of them spoke.

So much for things not being different between them…

"Heard you got a gig," he said finally.

"Yep." Midge took another swig, downing her drink in lieu of looking at him. "It's across the street."

"They skimp out on the drink tickets?"

She made herself look at him then. 

Damnit she'd missed him. But her heart was still raw from the month of radio silence. It shouldn't have been. They hadn't made any promises to each other after that night in that very blue room. They'd certainly gone longer stretches between seeing each other before. But now…

"Why do you care, Lenny?" she wondered.

He gave her a shrug. "I mean, it's kind of standard protocol, isn't it? You entertain the patrons, they spot you a glass of the cheap stuff."

"You said me blowing my shot would break your heart," she reminded him, not in the mood for banter. "Why? Why does it matter if I make it or not?"

He stared at her for a long moment.

"Because you matter."

Midge scoffed a laugh. "I'm just another divorcee who's life didn't pan out how she wanted and failed when she tried chasing something different. There's a lot of us out there, failing every damn day. I don't matter."

"You do. I promise, you do."

Midge shook her head. "Not like you."

"You matter to me," he insisted.

Midge looked at him, surprised by the simplicity of the declaration. 

His affections were usually couched in a padding of witticism. 

And yet somehow it felt like something she'd always known. He'd always been there for her. He'd always paid attention.

Always.

Like the things she said actually mattered.

"Why?" 

The question left her lips without her meaning to voice it.

He smirked softly, sipping his scotch. "It's not all that much to ask of someone, is it?"

"Tell me why, Lenny."

He shook his head as he set down his glass. "You know why."

"Do I?"

Lenny looked her in the eyes, as if he were searching for the answer. 

"You do. At least, I hope you do…" He reached out, taking her hand in his. "Because I'm here for you, Midge. I'm right here beside you. For as long as you let me. I'm a mess but I'm here. If that's what you want."

She stared down at their hands on the bar, considering the offer, feeling the slight tremor in his touch.

His eyes searched hers, more vulnerable and hopeful than she'd ever seen him.

They were both so used to running away.

But what if they chose to stay? What then?

They'd both have someone in their corner for once. Someone who made them feel less alone. 

Someone who loves them.

"I do." Her grip tightened comfortingly in his, hoping to convey all that was in her heart. "Because you matter to me, too."

Lenny smiled. "Good to know."

She slipped down from her stool, stepping into the space between them to place a tender kiss to his lips. It was chaste, but unhurried, and after a month of missing the feeling of him filling her senses, it felt like coming home.

His free hand found her hip, holding her close as her palm rested over his heart.

He looked into her eyes when they finally parted, and the emotion in his gaze was unmistakable.

He loved her.

Midge smiled softly, toying with the lapel of his jacket. "Walk me to work?"

He paid for their drinks without a word, holding her hand securely in his as he escorted her across the street.

[supertrashcompactor]

Keeper

Ch.11 - How Much Do You Think I Eat?

Ann panted, one hand in Anne's hair the other gripping the back of the couch. She moaned softly with every press of Anne's lips.

"Is this alright?" Anne's raspy question against the shell of her ear made Ann shiver.

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[galionne-speeding]

Is there a date that Bo and De are particularly fond of? Or even a memory?

What do you think they like about each other?

Oh absolutely!

When it comes to favorite memories, building Bokkun together is definitely up there! There's also their first kiss ; where they got way too excited and basically clonked their heads together instead of actually kissing. (They have a bit more technique now, such as leaning in a little slower to avoid giving each other a concussion).

Decoe's favorite date is one that Bocoe doesn't even remember. It was one of their regular movie nights, and Bo had fallen asleep on him. Usually he'd wake him up so they could go back to their quarters but this time around the movie had ended, the credits music had stopped and everything was completely quiet, except for Bocoe. See, one of his gears is slightly misaligned with the rest of his system which isn't really an issue, but it makes a clicking sound every couple of seconds or so. Decoe found himself leaning into Bocoe to listen to his clicking for a while and then got kind of… Overwhelmed? It suddenly hit him just how much he loved Bocoe. How much he wanted to be with him and for them to live the rest of their robotic lives together.

Needless to say, he got really emotional and Bocoe has no idea how important this single moment was to their relationship.

Bocoe's favorite date was a bit more relaxed. It was their first date after settling in at the Sanctuary. Scratch and Grounder were keeping an eye on Bokkun for them so they finally had some time to themselves and decided to climb on the roof for some stargazing. All they really did was hold hands and look at the sky and talk about the future. But it was the first time in a long long while Bocoe felt completely relaxed. He's pretty good at hiding it, but sometimes he gets stressed. A lot. It got much worse during their last few months of servitude under Dr. Eggman- but now? Now they were okay. Bokkun was okay. They were somewhere safe, and they weren't alone. It was all Bo ever really wanted, and they finally had it.

Bocoe's favorite thing about Decoe is his enthusiasm, energy and die-hard optimism. He's always been a bright light in his life.

Decoe on the other hand appreciates that Bocoe keeps him grounded. He admires his level-headedness and wit- he's always got something smart to say.

[ask-human-gaster]

How did you end up here?

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[hoperenae]

⪻⪻ Chapter 5 ⪼⪼

Live in the Moment

Do Not Disturb (Haikyuu SMAU)

SYNOPSIS: You’re a housekeeper at a hotel in Miyagi. One day, as you were going about your cleaning duties, you found yourself accidentally intruding on a nearly-naked man asleep in his room. Mortified, you vowed to never come face-to-face with that man again. But fate had other plans…

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[mintacle]

How do you think Jason would react if Tim killed the Joker?

Oooh, huh, good question. I think it really also depends on at what time this happens.

So for utrh I think it would be entirely ooc for Tim to do that. Tim has such an extreme narrative set up about how Jason is (partially or fully) to blame for his own death and about how Tim "won't make the same mistakes as Jason". At this point in time I can sooner imagine Tim coming in to take Jason down than to kill the Joker.

However I could imagine a later version of Tim murdering the Joker. This would be quite a while after. First there would be the kind of Titan's Tower confrontation between Tim and Jason who both have reason to feel contempt toward the other (not saying either of them are justified for feeling this necessarily, just saying it makes sense how they would feel that way.)

I'm not quite sure honestly, I'd go with Jason feeling conflicted about it because overwhelmingly he is glad that it's done and he knows this is better for everyone and for himself. I can imagine him stopping Bruce from confronting Tim by fighting the big guy off. And I think Jason would feel a bit betrayed that it was ultimately Tim.

I just think it's very often important for victim's to be part in their abuser getting their due, and I do see Jason as the kind of victim who would need that to feel like he really got his life back from what the Joker did to him. But despite this emotional need, I think the relief of it being over would win out.

So yeah, I'd guess Jason would feel slightly conflicted, but mostly quietly relieved and that he would have a talk with Tim asking him what gave Tim the right to be the one to do it, but ultimately he would defend Tim against external judgement.

[neon-glowing-rainbow-stims]

Akita Neru (vocaloid/fanaloid) stimboard with shiba inus, slime, glitter, and plushies for @lucadeetz !

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[fluff-writing]

TGF AU "I've got one word for you- sing-along!"

Leah stares up at her uncle, all but shoving his guitar into his arms. Her own is strapped to her back.

"Isn't that two words?" Inarius snarks from somewhere to the side.

"No one asked you Inarius." Leah brightly replied. "C'mooon Tyrael we haven't played together in forever."

"Right now though?" Tyrael runs a hand over the body of his instrument, sounding doubtful. They're only taking a break from their journey through Aranoch's sands, and who knew what sorts of dangers could be lurking around the corner...

"It would be a nice change of pace." Li-Ming speaks up.

"Please?" Leah stared up at the angel, face hopeful. She plucked out a few notes on her own guitar, carefully tuning the strings. "Just a few songs."

"Maybe just a few..." Tyrael let his hands slide into position, and plucked out matching chords to Leah's notes. "What would you like to sing, my dear?"

"Hmm...Dear God?" Carefully, Leah strummed till she'd found a good rhythm, and started playing the opening strain. After a moment, Tyrael joined in, following her rhythm.

Together, they played.

[hasgudagudadoneanythingwrong]

Hi Nobu! What activities do you and the Gudagudas like to do on a day out...is it pretty chaotic?

Blame it on the eternal low-energy or something, probably.

[magicomens]

Ah yes. Anthony Justdontgetstabbed Crowley.

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[swordsmans]

absolutely incredible commission i received from the amazingly talented @crezz-star !!!

[milly-the-devil]

*stays silent*

"The joke... The Joke.... huh." Even though they had to remember the joke to tell it, they looked around as if they'd find it lying around. "Fuck me, no... I can't believe i forgot it." Tears started to form from their eyes as they become frustrated not remembering. "it's fine. It's fine. It's fine" They wiped away the tears before they formed. They then looked up back at you. "OH! RIght! You're here! Oh- Oh no! You- You didn't see me cry right? Wel- Well because I wasn't crying! You didn't see anything!" You couldn't tell if they were extremely awkward or insane. They seemed to be getting more and more worked up. You can either choose to talk with them for whatever reason you want. Or you could stay in silence. As you could tell their ranting would continue on with or without your input.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 (soon))

[egophiliac]

Serious question.

Do you think we’ll see the parents/family of each of the guys???

Like, We’ve been TEASED with Ace’s brother, that I’m starting to think it’s just a reference to that Alice in Wonderland park character in Japan and nothing else….

Jack’s family, Ruggie’s grandma, Falena, Maleficia, Ms.Rosehearts, Just now Vil’s dad is in the picture which I am really happy but now I’m wondering about his mom, and so Deuce’s mom.

I mean, some HAVE a silhouette!! It could mean they do have a design in the making/ready to show. They could’ve shown us Falena in the Tamashina (hope I said that correctly) event, but didn’t (prolly to make Leona not so σ(▼□▼メ) and it’s understandable)

Anyhow, any idea/headcannon about this? Who do you want to see first?

I'm wondering if everyone might eventually get a travel event? like they've now introduced with Vil's that it doesn't have to be specifically hometowns, so that opens things up a lot! (especially if they have to figure out how to do three separate Coral Sea visits) (how would that even work otherwise)

but yeah, I hope everyone gets a chance! there's a lot of backstory characters I would LOVE to meet. :D :D :D though I do think some of them don't really suit the more light-hearted tone of the events (pretty sure you're right about that being why Falena wasn't in Tamashina-Mina, that would've just been. too much for Leona.) so like...we're probably not ever going to meet the Rosehearts. or Maleficia (although I maintain that this would be THE funniest possible way to introduce her outside of the main story, and actually I would love this a lot, can we please Twst) (I need to see her to put Malleus in a froofy little outfit and tell him what a handsome boy he is). but they've sprung surprises like Kifaji on us, and honestly anyone who shows up and tells embarrassing stories about characters' childhoods is good in my book!

characters off the top of my head who I most want to meet: literally any of the Zigvolts, Azul's mom, Ace's brother, Che'nya's grandfather (<- I think he would be a good one for Riddle) (please just any non-terrible adult in his life), any member of Rook's family because I need to see how they managed to produce him, and...really just whoever they can come up with for Silver.