#/ sorry this took a while!

[keuwibloom]

Omg all of the bad time trio + cross flustered/happy expression are adorable to look at 🥺 i wanna hug them all if they're okay with physical contact/affection!

Not all of them would be fully okay to hug someone random, but here's how it would go from most willing to least:

Axe - Would give the best bear hugs! He's very warm and comfy.

Killer - Gives short casual hugs. He's a big fan of side hugs! If you're shorter, there's a good chance he'll use your head as an armrest.

Cross - He also gives short, but very tight hugs. His hugs makes you feel very secure, if a bit too tight sometimes.

Nightmare - "I have much more important business to attend to. Unless, you have something of value to offer in exchange?"

Dust - Unfortunately he would just straight up ignore you.

[thesullengrrrl]

Hallo!

Could you please write a little drabble based on the 8 song in your Spotify wrapped ?

xoxo

8. espresso - sabrina carpenter

Rosie rubbed the pads of his fingers against his eyes as he paused on reading another contract he was drafting. He was reading every line, making sure every word and sentence were clear and precise, it had the right context, and of course, proper grammar. However, the lines started to get blurry and the words started not to make sense. 

The clock says it’s three o’clock. The pantry felt too far at the time, and he was already a little bit comfortable in his chair. Mrs. Lowell did not go to work, so he’s all alone. Before he could rest his eyes for a little, the phone rang. 

“Robert Rosenthal, speaking.”

“Hello, Mr. Rosenthal,” a familiar spoke on the other line. His lips formed a smile as he recognized the voice. “I was wondering if I can have an appointment with you?” 

He cleared his throat, trying to hide a laugh forming in his chest. “I think you may need to schedule one with my secretary, Mrs. Lowell. I’m afraid she’s not in at the moment.”

A pause. Rosie can imagine her grinning as he heard faint voices of men talking over each other, something about an article that needs revision. 

“Well, this won’t take long,” the voice insisted, a hint of amusement in her voice. He wondered what it was she was calling about.  “I was just going to ask if you can remember the tune of that song you used to hum when you flew those planes?” 

“What? Why?” 

“Just humor me, Mr. Rosenthal. They’re fighting over an article I told them that needs revision but as usual, they didn’t listen to me,” Elaine explained. “I can’t get hold of your secretary, you know.”

“Aren’t you supposed to jump in there, darling?” 

“I already told them, and now I’m done. Now, hum.”

He sighed and reluctantly started humming the tune. Few seconds in, Elaine was chuckling, clearly pleased at her call. He knew his wife only calls whenever she has free time or gets bored at the office. He did not mind, especially right now when he needed it the most. Elaine sometimes struggles with the use of analog things, like the typewriter. One time, they timed each other's typing minutes so she could keep up with the speed of her co-workers.

“You are so wrong with the tune,” Elaine tutted then started humming an entirely different song.

“What? That is not The Chant! Here–” Rosie cut her off, humming the same song. 

“No! Here!” Elaine started humming a new different song. 

They continued exchanging different tunes, until it turned into a guessing game. Rosie was fully awake now–no longer in need of a cup of coffee. Their conversation already gave him enough to last him an hour or two to draft. When their laughter died down, the line went quiet for a while. There was a little static from her end, faint voices still ongoing. He wondered what Elaine's co-workers would think and hoped she wouldn't get scolded.

“Thanks for calling, by the way,” he finally said.

“Why?”

“You woke me up,” Rosie admitted.  “I was in the middle of drafting a contract.” 

“Well. You’re welcome. Guess you can’t sleep when I’m with you, huh?” Elaine teased, a smile obvious from her tone of voice. “During daylight, at least.” 

“I’m not going to flatter you anymore, Mrs. Rosenthal.”

“I’m your wife,” she reminded him. “You’re supposed to flatter me at every chance!”

Rosie laughed at the exasperation. “See you later and go back to work.”

“Ugh,” she groaned. “See you later, Mr. Rosenthal. Goodbye!”

Rosie turned his swivel chair around, with his back facing the table. 

He chuckled to himself and shook his head.

[forestofforever]

Merchant!Etienne starter for @arcanescholxr

Etienne stumbled into the bookstore, quickly disappearing between the bookshelves.

It had happened again.

The disease that had slowly been warping his mind had struck again and he'd said some truly awful things before coming back to his senses. The bookstore had been closeby and quite frankly, he just needed a place to hide, a place to regain control over the situation so it wouldn't happen again.

The laughter that escaped him wasn't his own, but he was helpless to stop it. Frustrating as it was, he was already relieved that it was just the laughter. As long as his limbs were still under his control, everything would be fine.

It had to be.

[extralively]

🎤🎤 Wakatsuki Yura, what are top 5 compliments you would give to Gojo Satoru?

(Sorry this took so long, I wasn't able to sit down and write this until now!)

(Also let's imagine this takes place a little earlier than the main story's current events lol)

"Strong," would probably be Yura's one and only answer--Satoru's ego was big enough as it was, it didn't need any more inflating. If pressed, Yura would probably also say "Good-looking", because, well, that much was obvious to anyone who could see.

Then, if you were to press her even harder, she would think for a moment before finally adding "Loyal" to the list. Also add a "Surprisingly dependable despite being very annoying" to the list too, but emphasis on annoying since we can't let his ego grow too big.

As for the last compliment, Yura would have to think some more. A few dozen words would pass through her mind, a few of them highly inappropriate that she would absolutely not say out loud to anyone but Satoru. Then more words would pop up in her mind, some riskier, some softer, surprising even herself with the sheer amount of things she could say about Satoru.

"He's a good... friend," she would finally say, her cheeks heating up strangely, before immediately running off.

The interviewer believed that any further efforts to press the interviewee on this were futile, as the denial was far too strong with that one.

[freedomwisp]

starter for intoendlessdreams

The sound of laughter and happy chatter surrounded the two smaller men, several empty cups occupying their table tattling that they had been around for a while now.

"To think I'd run into you again in a place like this~"

The bard's grin was bright; nearly as bright as the redness that crept over his cheeks due to drinking too much.

Or too little, if someone asked him.

"You mentioned moving with the Crux, right? How long are you staying in Liyue?"

[swampstew]

I had a Kidd thought on my drive home and immediately rushed onto Tumblr to share.

Anyway --

Imagine having certain parts pierced that Kidd could use his power on. 😏😏 He'd be such a dick about it, too, just teasing you at random throughout the day, and no one has a clue. Meanwhile, you're dropping shit at random and throwing glares at him from across the deck, and he just cackles like the agent of chaos that he is.

This is very on brand for him. I 100% agree that he's exactly the kinda shithead to take advantage of bodily piercings on a partner, both for fun and pleasure. Sometimes both. He's a deviant, a devil, he'll edge you all day long just because he can. He doesn't even need anything in return, the satisfaction of making you feral and then blissed out is enough to make him bust without having to touch himself!

What would perfect revenge be? Probably replacing the piercings with something non-metal...

Bonus if you convince him to get piercings that you can then convince him to manipulate on himself while y'all fuuuuuu23232ck, asdjkasdjksadjkladjsakldjslkdjlad

[nxthingmxtters]

“You look like you’re from Wonderland. The Red Queen would like you. Maybe the Hatter, too. He likes strange people…” unprompted

"That's a bit cheeky to say, implying I'm strange people but I can't say you're wrong, hehe!" Martha cackled. Her body was a whirlwind of colour as she moved, jumping up onto the nearby table before peering down at Phoebe owlishly. There the clown settled down into a gnarled crouch, her grin matching that of any Cheshire Cat. Wonderland. Oh, Martha remembered reading Alice in Wonderland once upon a time, but it had been so very long ago now that the book was little more than a distant memory, of a time when she had been happy, back when she'd had a... family. Speaking of which, where were this girl's parents? She hardly looked any older than her poor Bruce had been but if her child was out there all alone, Martha would have gone over the city with a fine-toothed comb to find them. "Can't say red is my colour but maybe the Red Queen would be happier that way. Wouldn't want to cramp her style if you know what I mean!" Martha grinned even more widely if that was possible, bone white chin resting on gloved forefinger and thumb as she leaned towards Phoebe with a whisper. "You like literature, girl? What am I saying, we shouldn't be talking as strangers! Call me Martha, dearie. Everybody does. What's your name, and how come you're out here all by your lonesome?"

[queenfinehair]

Ask game: Vikings :)

Oooh thank you for sending this!

Ahem:

The first character I first fell in love with: It has to be Athelstan. He was soft and sweet and completely stole my heart the more I saw him develop.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Jarl Borg lol idk, he can carry my skull around in tormented love and agony any day 🤷‍♀️

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: idk that EVERYONE loves her... but it has to be Margrethe, sorry

The character I love that everyone else hates: Hmmm... Gosh idk about this one. Do people hate Harald?? If so, him lol

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: Probably Lagertha. Nothing against ya babe, but I've moved on ✌️

The character I would totally smooch: My beloved Halfdan, definitely

The character I’d want to be like: It's gotta be my woman Judith 😎

The character I’d slap: Ivar lmfao

A pairing that I love: Halfdan and Bjorn really surprised me with their friendship and I loved it

A pairing that I despise: lol Margrethe and anyone 😭😭😭

[grape-souffle]

Shy girl ❤️

[104th-plo-koon]

Curious to know how would Plo Koon react upon accidentally hurting someone? Say it's not entirely their fault but by stroke of fate, he manages to scratch or nick someone with his talons (they look pretty sharp). Drabble or answer is fine please :)

It happened in a moment of panic. He had been captured, and Grievous was determined to eliminate Plo as a threat.

Occasionally he would hear Grievous taunting him through the speakers. Saying all he had to do was give up the location of Kenobi, to surrender.

He would come in and beat him, and before long, Grievous grew tired of the game, and of Plo's iron will.

he damaged his breathing mask, cracking it so it wouldn't seal properly, and locked him in the room.

it was long...horrible torture. Plo's lungs were burning and he was trying desperately to escape, to LIVE. He bided his time, tried to meditate and reach through the force for strength, even through the force suppressing cuffs.

Poisoned in such a way, he was barely lucid when he heard the door to his cell open and someone try to pull his mask away.

In panic he struck out, claws connecting with flesh instead of metal and clarity came to his mind as he stared at one of his men holding his cheek to stop the bleeding of the slice across it.

Wolffe entered quickly after and was helping to hold Plo still as he put a new mask over Plo's face. as soon as his mind began to clear Plo hurried to the young man, a shiny who had not yet earned his name.

"I am so sorry!" he gasped, voice ragged from the poisonous oxygen. "Please...please forgive me."

The man simply smiled and hugged Plo back.

"It's okay General. I needed a nickname anyway."

"Yeah...how about Scratch?" Wolffe offered, putting a hand on Plo's back.

Although Plo laughed softly and nodded at the way they all brushed off and reassured him that it was not his fault, it would be several days before Plo would allow his hands to be touched, and he often kept them hidden in the sleeves of his robes.

[sins-of-the-sea]

She curls up on Giovanni, seeming like she hasn't slept a wink. She didn't look too happy about that, but maybe snuggles will help her feel better!

"Aww, are you having a hard time falling asleep? You probably have a lot of energy you need to release!

"We can play a little!" Giovanni wiggles an old wooden stirring spoon that he doesn't use anymore, as the end is burnt and damaged. Not good enough to cook with, but excellent for a toy stick. "Do you want to play 'fetch'?~"

[thesullengrrrl]

Spill the tea and tell us what is Elaine’s sexual fantasy that Rosie could not wrapped his head around at first but liked at the end? 🤭

Have a great day!

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[fireteam-silent]

“ look at me. “ Drifter to Khalom

Khalom didn't lose her cool all that often. She generally was able to keep her head level, even in the most tense of situations.

Usually.

Today was not such a day.

Khalom was angry. Not at Drifter, no, but at a "Guardian" who she had the unfortunate fate of meeting during one of her frequent trips away from the Tower. Drifter just happened to be the first person she had run into since dealing with the situation, and thus he was hearing her rage-fueled vent.

"And they were torturing the them!" She shouted, throwing her hands into the air. "The most twisted game of cat and mouse I had ever seen. I don't care if that Eliksni was wearing house Salvation's colours, it ain't right! If I ever see them again I'll--"

Drifter caught her chin and Khalom found herself face to face with him. She blinked, confused, and fell silent, her anger dying into a low simmer.

[lightwxlkr]

@blasters-and-sabers - cont. from here.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Noa answered as honestly as she could sound, though the light groan she'd let out would indicate she felt otherwise. Like she had a headache or something from hitting her head. Pushing her discomfort to the side, she'd look around the darkened room.

"Where are we?" she asked it out loud, as if she thought the person she was trapped with would have an answer.

[lifemod17]

Hi Tonee! Hope you're having a lovely day! For the music asks, how about: [dance teacher voice] 5, 6, 7, 8!! 👯‍♀️

okay we are back with the music asks, had to take a break and freak out over the Noah/Andrew Northern Attitude video haha

HELLO SWEET REINA omg this gave me quite the giggle hahaha 🥰🥰

5: is from a popular artist my favorite Tyler, The Creator song:

6: makes me feel like i could kill god *insert audio* SLAYYY! SLAY YOUR ENEMIES!:

7: i’ll never get tired of listening to show of hands who saw this one coming (part 2)

8: is from an artist i’ve listened to for a while I know I already answered with a song from him earlier but I've been willingly listening to Eminem's music for more than a decade now so, here is one of, if not, my favorite song of his:

[thosetaleskids]

“i’m allowed to be enigmatic when i want to be.” (talesofourworlds YEETS JADE AT ANISE)

star wars: kotor   ∕   sentence starters / @talesofourworlds

"...you sure are, Colonel."

Why yes, that grin was rather forced. There were plenty of times when the little Ionian Sergeant would appreciate, or even encourage, Jade's sometimes rather obtuse responses... but it was kind of different when she actually wanted to get a straight answer out of him about something, for once.

Clearly that wasn't happening any time soon.

"That's a rule in the Malkuth military handbook, right? All soldiers above the rank of captain are allowed to be - no, they have to be - as enigmatic as possible. That sounds like the sort of measure that Emperor Peony would come up with to help protect Malkuth military secrets."

No, she didn't know what she was talking about at this point either, really. Other than thinking that maybe, if she made up enough utter nonsense, Jade would give in.

But really, when would that ever work, at least on him of all people?