#GIFTER YOU ROCK

[aesthetixhoe]

warnings: none! ill make more with nsfw things later !

CURRENTLY THINKING ABOUT my chuckle sandwich head cannons

ted:

loves being called teddy and theo but no one else calls him it :(

loves when you steal his clothes and pretends to not know where they went

forehead kisser

olive theory (or pickles, tomatoes, onion, whatever you like and he pretends not to do you can have extra)

“sweetheart”

“honey”

hugs from behind with head kisses

where he towers over you

the party was…fine. following the streamy awards, the venue being filled with content creators… which you were not. ted went to go get drinks, leaving you alone. a fish out of water. after some time standing alone awkwardly, you pull your phone out briefly to check the time and your notifications. as you’re clearing them you feel two arms come around your middle.

you momentarily flinch, caught off guard, but as soon as you feel a kiss pressed to the top of your head you relax. you turn, looking up and finding ted, craning your neck to meet his eyes.

“scare ya, hon?” he chuckles, feeling you turn around in his arms.

“just a little.” you giggle, taking the glass from his hand. “was fine when you kissed me though…” you smile slyly up at him.

“oh yeah?” he raises an eyebrow, following along with your train of thought. “how ‘bout i give you another hmm?” you beam up at him, nodding. he leans down empty hand pulling you closer by your waist, pressing his lips to yours. you smile against his mouth,exhaling softly through your nose. when you pull back and meet his eyes they’re practically shining down at you with adoration. “love showing you off, sweetheart.”

love language is touch

also words of affirmation

he says “i love you” probably 3 times an hour

loves date nights

takes candid pictures of you often (how can he not, you’re so pretty)

charlie:

when cuddling he holds your stomach so he can feel when you laugh

loves cooking for you

he often wakes up before you so he’ll make breakfast for you to wake up to

loves teaching you how to play dnd (or a different game if you already know dnd)

rock gifter

so many inside jokes

“babe”

kiss monster

“c’mere.” he says as soon as you walk into the living room with your dinner.

“char, i need to eat…” you say, sitting down beside him on the couch.

“just a second, promise.” he smiles over at you. you give him a quick peck on the lips. bad choice. he smiles evilly before you get pushed back in the couch, charlie on top of you stopping you from getting out of his grasp. he has your hands above your head, his lips kissing you wherever he can reach. your neck, your chest, he moves up to your face attacking you with his quick kisses.

you can’t conceal the giggles falling out of your mouth with his cuteness aggression. “char!” you laugh out, but to no avail. he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. he finally pulls back after covering every inch of you with his kisses. “you’re relentless!” you sigh out, getting your hands back and wrapping your arms around his neck. you pull him down to touch your lips to his, a slow, gentle kiss this time. you feel each other smiling against each others mouths.

“i have to reheat my food now!” you groan out, a soft laugh following.

will burry his head in your neck

love language is physically touch or acts of service

schlatt:

loves when you wear his clothes

quickest way to his heart is his cats

isn’t big on pda

but he will have a hand on your back guiding or holds pinkies with you to not lose you

he actually does use toots

but he also uses angel

puts his hands on your waist when standing behind you. which he often does

very introverted and doesn’t go out much

love language is quality time

every other one he brushes off by saying “it’s not big deal” or “it’s nothin’ special”

“oh hey, i got you somethin’. i left in on the counter for ya.” he says simply, walking into the living room. you get up, confused. no anniversary, no birthday… did he get you food?

you get to the counter and sitting in the middle is a long rectangular box. you furrow your brows and open it, revealing a tiffany & co necklace you saw online and really wanted. it just wasn’t in your budget for this month.

“jay… no way you bought this for me.” you half scoff in disbelief walking back into the living room.

“eh, it was nothin’. i saw you eyeing’ it on your phone couple of weeks ago. figured why not?” he says looking up at you, a slight smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. you jump into his lap, tackling him in a hug.

lowkey a sugar daddy…

sings softly around the house and gets flustered when you hear

drive by ruffles your hair

is actually a big cuddler. loves having his head laid on some part of you

[laritamiauu]

What do you think is Hermes' love language with Tiresias and vice versa. I feel like the prophet is very touchy but I heard a friend say he's more of a quality time guy so I'm curious Abt your opinions

Tiresias is all about physical touch and quality time for sUUREE, like ofc he is a very touchy guy with him cause he can't see him but also it's the only way to feel him, even he can't see him he enjoys touching a lot, and also quality time cause he is almost alone everytime, except for the annoying snakes on his shoulder, but like I feel like just spending time together, maybe hearing Hermes stories about his travels and adventures, he is a very silent and introvert guy but he enjoys listening to him

And hermes is 100% a gifter, he is traveling a lot so it would make sense for him to be able to get a bunch of stuff to gift Tiresias, like a random ass rock that reminded it of him or idk, I mean he can't see that but he appreciates it anyway 😭 also probably acts of service cause he loves to help others in the most random ways possible too lmao

[jbsummerexchange]

Jamie and Brienne fandom, it’s back! The JB Fic Exchange is slathering on the sunscreen and airing out those bikinis! This time wrangled by Ambitious and winterstale24, our theme is Summer Loving/Loving Summer. Because it’s the season of sun-dappled mornings and lazy afternoons, guidelines are relaxed as a glass of lemonade on the deck of your favorite beach cottage.

We want all the fic! Please share far and wide to every JB writer you know!

Here’s the details:

The sign-up sheet will be available from May 18 – 24, 2025.

Send three prompts for your giftee. To keep things as seasonal as a ladybug skittering up a daisy, one prompt should focus on a location or environment that speaks summer to you. Could it be the bluer-than-blue waters of Tarth? A windswept vista overlooking the battlements at Casterly Rock and the Summer Sea beyond? A sunny hillside dotted with loads of wildflowers and sleepy-limbed trees? Could it be a mossy streamside near Winterfell during the warmest afternoon the North has seen in years? Just plonk our dear, darling dumbasses in a setting as specific or general as you like and see where your gifter takes the words!

Make sure you include your squicks and shudders.

Specify your writing and reading preferences for canon, AU, modern, etc.

Specify your preferred heat-level e.g. Mature, Explicit, All Readers for both reading and writing.

Your giftee and their prompts will be delivered to you on May 31, 2025. Have an icy beverage of your choice at hand and get to writing! All you need is 1k words, but overachievers are always encouraged to word until they can word no more.

The Summer exchange beach cottage doors will open on June 21, 2025 and stay open until July 27, 2025.

Questions? Comments? Favorite Mojito recipes? Contact us at jbsummerexchange@gmail.com

[dekkiidan]

y'all were so encouraging on my tentative post about hearthian courting, egg development, relationships etc. post that I've compiled my headcanons into a little list for your perusal below!

please be aware that due to the nature of the topic being discussed, there is mention of sexual relationships, a brief mention of sexual anatomy and the Hearthian version of pregnancy ("clutch-carrying") discussed below so please avoid if that's not your thing - just scroll on past!

without further ado!

Courtship

A Note on Hearthian Relationships

Prefacing this with the fact that I believe hearthian relationships, sexuality and familial roles are all very fluid in comparison to the "nuclear" familial ties of humans. Basically, hearthians as a species and as a community really don't care who's doing what with whom, nor do they hold one flavour of relationship in higher regard than another. No strings attached? No problem. Friends with benefits? Whatever floats your boat, buddy! Really wanted to egg-carry and raise your own hatchling but aren't fussed about a strict exclusive relationship with someone else? You do you. Want to raise a hatchling but don't want to carry? No worries, go pick an egg from the hatchery. etc. etc. Each individual has their own preferences and that's just how it is.

Actually, @2isted-chocol8-art's views on hearthian relationships are pretty in line with mine, and they're also much more eloquent than I am, so feel free to have a read here!

Like humans, Hearthian courting varies from individual to individual; and also depends on context. There are different "rules" depending on your end goal. For example, if you just want to have a fling with someone, it's quite easy to make your intentions clear over a drink or two. However, if you're after a more long-term commitment, then the general consensus is that you should be a bit more thoughtful and courteous in your approach - and this involves gift giving!

There is no hard and fast rule on what counts as an appropriate gift and it varies from individual to individual, but, due to the geological origins of Hearthian names (and my own interest in geology), I like the idea of "stone-sharing" - the gifting of a pretty rock to signal interest. I think a lot of folks share this HC, I know for a fact that @insert-image-here and Cosmo have somewhat similar headcanons regarding stones and gems!

Stone-sharing rocks don't have to be "precious", in fact most of them are just tumbled country rock, but they should be of a reasonable size. An ideal size should be no smaller than a golf ball.

Offering one of these tumbled rocks to your prospective partner(s) is the same as "officially" asking someone to be in a more serious/long-term relationship with you.

If accepted, the stone-share is kept safe by the other party.

Marriage, in the human sense, isn't really a thing for Hearthians, but should a couple/group wish to commit long-term to their partners, they will split the stone to make jewelry/accessories from it! So, for example, Mohs and Dusty's necklace and bolo tie are from the same stone respectively.

Should a relationship not work out, the stone-share (intact or split) is returned to the original gifter. Oftentimes they are discarded back into Timber Hearth's rivers or, if it was a less than favourable break-up, thrown into the geysers.

Seasons 

Please please please please don’t be weird about this I’m begging y’all. I just think biology is cool and love that a lot of amphibians go through seasonal changes to signal they’re ready for babies, and I love the idea that Hearthians exhibit something similar.

Prefacing this with the commonly accepted headcanon that Hearthians are simultaneous hermaphrodites. They have functioning sets of what we would consider “both” reproductive organs. As such, any Hearthian, provided everything is working correctly, can both carry or fertilise eggs. 

Hearthians undergo fertile windows that occur when eggs are mature and ready to be fertilised.

The hormonal changes that prompt the egg to mature also cause physiological changes! These can include darkening of marking patterns; complete pattern changes; development/elongation of whiskers (thank you @queruloustea for letting me utilise this, I love your whiskered beasties!); ear fanning to help dissipate heat (thank you Nepsie for your inspo on this!) - body temperature generally increases during this time; and release of certain pheromones to attract others.

I want to stress that Hearthians don’t find any of this “taboo” at all. It’s a perfectly natural and normal part of their life, and folks who are in “season” don’t feel ashamed or awkward to just continue with their day to day lives as normal. Some might wear slightly lighter clothes to help with heat dissipation but that’s about it.

Due to the relatively small population, I think that Hearthians are actually pretty bad at making babies. As such, I think their fertile windows, or seasons, are quite tight - maybe 10-15 days every 6 months, and apparently everyone sucks at getting busy during this time anyway because, well, look at the population size.

Eggs & Clutch Carrying

Clutches normally begin at 3 or 4 eggs strong, but it is rare for all eggs in a clutch to be fertilised or reach maturity. Normally, non-fertilised eggs are absorbed by the strongest and used as food during gestation. However, in rare cases there can be twins, triplets or even quadruplets!

Once fertilised, eggs are internally incubated for roughly 4-5 months, before being laid into a specially prepared body of water (see, nicely incubated bucket in the hatchery) where they develop for a further month before hatching into tadpoles!

Hearthian eggs are soft shelled and slightly transparent - similar to frogspawn! Once laid, their transparent casing allows folks to do important welfare checks on the tadpoles in the hatchery!

Depending on build, some Hearthians develop a clutch bump around one month into “eggnancy.” Bumps don’t tend to get very big, but this varies from individual to individual. As a rule of thumb, bumps don’t exceed the size of an average mango.

Whilst clutch-carrying, the parent will exhibit a variety of changes to help with both gestation and tadpole raising. These include: further darkening of markings and whisker development - I headcanon that tadpoles have pretty poor vision when freshly hatched and as such rely on contrast and touch as opposed to detail and colour to make sense of the world around them! Many Hearthians put on a bit of weight also, fat reserves are important due to the extra energy being exerted to promote healthy tadpole development.

Once eggs are laid, parents don't necessarily look after their own. It's very much a communal activity. However, some couples/groups/partners may want to take a more active role in their own egg care, which is also accepted and encouraged in the community.

Also, “delivering” an egg is nowhere near as messy a business as it is with humans. Thanks to the eggs being soft shelled, they’re relatively easy to . . . expel.

Post laying, some Hearthians return to "normal" pretty quickly, while others who are more predisposed to take on a more parental role will keep their high contrast colours and extra squish. They'll take on the primary caretaker role for hatchlings as they develop into toddlers. Clutch markings and extra squish will dissipate once hatchlings are able to stand upright. (I have a whole other HC about a positive feedback loop re hatchling pheromones and hormones that basically tell the caretaker/parent Hearthian's body to settle back to normal when the hatchlings are ready, but that’s a whole other essay.)

Tadpoles hatch as wriggly little beasties, please go and check out @queruloustea lovely tadpoles for a visual. Thank you Sorrel for letting me geek out about them with you!

If you are still here, thank you for reading! I love thinking about relationships, communities and reproduction in alien species, and it has been so much fun to do a deep dive with the Hearthians. I’ll likely add and update this as I think of more stuff, but if you have any questions feel free to ping me an ask or drop me a DM!

Huge thanks to everyone who has listened to me ramble about this via Discord and DM - Merry, Nepsie, Sorrel, Cosmo, and Image -  it’s been such a pleasure to discuss these silly little ideas with you all and I’m so thankful to you all for bouncing ideas around with me!

[mamadovie]

can we get some kaidan boyfriend headcanons please???

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⠀ ⠀ ⠀𐙚 KAIDAN.

A N: I'm not sure if I did Kaidan on my old account. But I am willing to redo the BF / GF series on this account, tbh. But, yes. Kaidan is the best BF. ♡

A B O U T: You're delusional and spend your time imagining that Kaidan is your boyfriend! (Same)

W A R N I N G S: None!

Kaidan is a hesitant person, but he loves so hard.

At first he becomes distant, you've created a friendship but he's sort of losing it mentally so he distances until he feels better.

This could last a week, hours, minutes, whatever. So he can come across as very hot and cold at first.

He also becomes more wary on your health and well-being, often telling you off for nearly hurting yourself and has the tendency to jump in and take down an enemy that even looks a bit bigger than you are, its cute at times, annoying most of the time.

He knows that you are capable, he just doesn't want to lose you.

Kaidan is a gifter. especially homemade things. From charms and bracelets to silly things like rocks he found by the beaches that looked cool and if you keep them, his heart will quite literally burst from his chest.

He takes note of everything you like and speak on, to make sure to buy something you like, attempt to cook your favourite meal to even making sure to not speak on topics that are sensitive for you.

Kaidan is a perceptive man generally, for you he is all the more watchful.

His way of asking you out is either two things:

Confessing in a tavern while drunk out of his mindddd, he is sloshed and just spills it out, and rather loudly, too. You wait till morning to finish the conversation... Or at least when his hangover isn't so bad...

Or, in the middle of a heated argument. Most likely about your health and recklessness. You are so giving, always accepting to help others and it makes him angrier than it should, you should care more for yourself! So he slips it out and the argument is long forgotten.

Once dating he is sooo goofy.

Sexual innuendos go crazy, followed with a little giggle that contrasts massively with his deep voice.

He is very touchy, especially in private and just loves the feeling of your skin on his, he likes to know that you are with him and safe.

Kaidan is a secret romantic and will write little poems on scraps of paper and draw you and things you like messily with chalk and he'd love it if you ever did it back.

After a long time travelling, his favourite thing to do it just relax with his head against your chest, your hands running through his hair as you tell him stories before you met, even if he's heard of them before.

His whole life has been filled with him learning things the harsh way and he loves to listen to silly stories from you.

His life has become so much better since you entered it, and he wouldn't change that for the world, not even his past.

[hd-erised]

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[onim5]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ACE!!!!!!!!

The Gifter

Portgas D. Ace birthday special

Warnings: None

Masterlist

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Ace nervously stood on the deck of the Moby Dick. He glared around the ship palms sweaty and tensed. It was his birthday. Sure, he hadn't told anyone about it on the ship, but there was this one weird thing that always occured . . . .

When he was seven, it started. A gift on his birthday right where he used to sleep. It wasn't from Dadan and he hadn't met Luffy and Sabo at the time. It wasn't Garp either. But the gift was to him. The gift was simple: red wrapping paper and an orange ribbon. He couldn't read, but he showed Dadan, and she read it for him.

Happy birthday, Ace! I give this gift to you from some time and someplace else, but I hope you enjoy it.

No name, no reason to why, just a damn gift. And what was it? Right. . . . Some platform that has round circles that you can pop up and pop down. It was also made out of a strange material. He was very disappointed when he opened it, but as time went on, he found himself just fidgeting around with it to relax and avoid thinking. Or to be able to actually think. (It's a fidget toy.)

After that, every year on his birthday did he got a weird thing. He calls it, she, him, they?. . . The Gifter.

"Oi, Ace, why so tensed?" Thatch asks, leaning over Ace, an arm around his shoulders. Ace got startled but didn't show it. Truth was, he absoulutely didn't think he deseves to celebrate his birthday, after all, with his blood he automatically became a monster. But, The Gifter would come and give him something. An it was nervewracking and exciting. 

"Uh, well, it's nothing. I've just been thinking." Ace grunts. He didn't want Thatch to know about his birthday, nor the mystery gift he hopefully gets this year, as well. Ace moves Thatch's arm away from his shoulders, awkwardly. Thatch watches confused and a bit worried as Ace walks away without saying anything more. Ace on the other hand was just trying to hide his excitment. 

The past three years had the gifts been weird food that he'd never tasted before. Altough it wasn't the food that made him happy, it was the notes from The Gifter that said that they love him. 

Dear Ace, I wish I could see you, I wish I could touch you, I wish I could hear you, I wish I could show you how much I love you. I wish so much, but wishes are wishes. Now that you're older and a pirate I doubt you'd enjoy a toy. 

But I want you to know that even though our wish is to meet, it's something I can't fufill so here,take something sweet. Please have a good Birthday and year. 

Ace read in a quiet tone through the first letter that he got some kind of food with. It was awefully weird and strange that there was someone out there that loves him, but like what, and why? He glances to the other side of the room and spots it. Walking over to the corner he grabs the box and opens it. 

In it was food, some kind of meat filet, and a huge one at that. He grabs the envelope that laid to the side wondering if it would be as kind and loving words as always or maybe words of good bye and that this is my last gift to you, words he would fear.

Ace's eyes widens as he spots the small rock on the bottom. Now he had gotten them  for some years, the letter _, is on this one. He lays down on his bed and eat cookies that he found in the box. These had a sweet taste to them, some kind of chockolate. He opens the envelope carefully. 

Dear Ace, Happy birtday. I have given you rocks with letters, I belive you deserve to at least know my name. And that's what the letters spell. I love you, and I wish, hope, and imagine that you know that. - The Gifter

The letter was shorter this time, but it was enough, cause if it was something Ace had wished for was it a tiny little detail about who this is. He grabs a bag where had kept the small rocks and then start to form the name out. 

(Your real name)

Ace cracks a smile and silently wonder if he ever meet you.

[nophunleague]

stare decisis: chapter fourteen - caeruleum

caeruleum: latin for blue

masterlist

wc: 1323

rafael barba x original female character

“Barba! Nice of you to show up!” Liv greets the ADA as he joins the squad that is standing around a bar height table. It’s the NYPD’s Annual Gala; the DA’s office was highly encouraged to attend. 

The well dressed attorney has topped his usual attire with a smart tuxedo in accordance with the general dress code for the evening. 

“I didn’t really have a choice,” he responds to Liv and places the glass of scotch he had ordered from the bar on the way in on the table. 

“Where’s your other half?” Rollins raises her voice to ask her question across the table, referring to Ms. Brady. I wouldn’t really describe her as my other half, he thinks to himself. They haven’t really had a meaningful conversation since their little spat a week and a half ago. 

“Ms. Brady? Haven’t seen her since I left the office this afternoon, but considering we were basically ordered to be here tonight she should be here soon.” 

The squad continues to converse, Barba even notices Tucker being a little too friendly with Liv but attempts to erase thoughts of them together from his mind. 

That would never happen, right? 

Barba has his back to the entrance and stares aimlessly into his rocks glass; begging for the scotch he’s drinking to speed the passage of time for the night. He’s pulled from his thoughts by Amaro remarking about someone’s looks. He looks up to see the Amaro, Rollins, Carisi, and Fin (who were facing him) looking squarely over the top of his head. 

“She cleans up well. Um, really really well,” Carisi practically has drool dripping from his mouth, Rollins elbows him in the ribs making some comment about the person of interest being out of his league. 

“NYPD Blue - in its truest form,” Amaro’s tongue wets his lower lip, thankfully drool doesn’t literally escape his mouth; and this time it’s Fin’s elbow inserting itself into Amaro’s ribcage. Rafael rolls his eyes at this spectacle but downs the last mouthful of scotch in his glass before turning around to face this supposedly unbelievably beautiful person. 

His green eyes fall on the woman in question, by now she’s descending the staircase. Her red hair is down, styled in loose waves like an old Hollywood starlet, the ones closest to her face on her left are pinned back above her ear. Rafael’s mouth suddenly grows dry as his eyes comb her figure, much more subtly than Carisi and Amaro though. 

The gown she is wearing is royal blue, the flowy material moves gently with her every step, the bodice fits her waist snugly and compliments her chest beautifully. The neckline is square, straight across the top of her breasts, thin straps hang on her shoulders. A scarf matching the color and material of the dress graces her neck, both ends of the scarf falling freely down her back. She holds the front of the dress up slightly while walking down the steps, showing the silver heels that match her silver clutch and jewelry. 

Quinn freaking Brady. 

Barba feels a warmth dust his cheeks, he too, is taken aback by her appearance. 

Actually, he’s kind of enthralled by it. 

To avoid any awkward confrontation with his coworker he excuses himself to get a refill of scotch as Quinn nears the squad. 

Liv watches as Quinn’s eyes follow the attorney as he stalks away, but in the blink of an eye Quinn has a smile on her face and is enthusiastically greeting the squad. 

“Counselor, you are breathtaking,” Fin takes the opportunity to be the first to compliment her. A red flush warms her cheeks as she thanks him, and the rest of the squad as they muse their concurrences. 

“Oh this old thing?” She sets her clutch onto the tabletop, as she retrieves her hand a glass of scotch is set in it, snapping her head to gifter she meets Barba’s green eyes. “Thank you,” their eyes only meet fleetingly before they both turn back to the group. “You all look wonderful!”

They mingle for a while as a group before Chief Dodds whisks Liv off to talk to NYPD brass, Carisi wanders off to bother various ADAs, Fin hides in a corner, and Nick and Rollins get up to what is surely no good. Barba and Quinn’s eyes meet again but before they speak two voices are joining them. 

“ADAs Barba and Brady! I want you to meet Judge Deacon McDonald. He’s a judge for the Second Circuit. Judge, these are my ADAs for Manhattan Special Victims” Jack McCoy thrusts a federal judge right at the two Assistant District Attorneys. 

“Your Honor, very nice to meet you. Your opinion in Jensen v. United States obviously not only made it easier for us to argue those specific evidentiary arguments but I think in the long run leads to more justice being served for the types of victims that Ms. Brady and I work with,” Barba jumps into politicking while Quinn sips her scotch with a sickly polite smile on her face as she nods along to the men’s conversation. She’s staring cross-eyed into her almost empty class before a hand gently places itself on her arm and pulls her from the judge and attorney. The arm is connected to an older man, NYPD no doubt. 

“Ms. Brady, I’m SVU Chief William Dodds, we haven’t had the chance to formally meet yet,” he grabs her hand in a strong handshake. 

“Oh Chief Dodds, I’ve heard a lot about you,” which is true.

“Bad things for sure,” the older man smirks, “I wanted to introduce you to my son, Sergeant Mike Dodds,” Quinn cuts him off.

“Oh, Chief, I-,” but he keeps talking.

“He’s with the Street Crime Unit right now but he’s got his eyes set on Joint Terrorism and I know you have experience with national security and anti-terrorism measures. I think he would love to pick your brain about that,” he looks over her shoulder and waves someone over. 

“Mike, this is ADA Quinn Brady, Manhattan Special Victims. Ms. Brady, my son, Sergeant Mike Dodds,” the brunette young man’s forehead is creased with stress and he rolls his eyes in embarrassment at his father. The attorney and sergeant stand across from each other without saying anything. 

“I’ll leave you to it,” Chief Dodds excuses himself and resumes his own politicking. 

“I have to apologize about him, he’s keen to get me where he wants me to be,” Mike holds his hand out for a shake which Quinn obliges.

“No harm, no foul Sergeant. He saved me from my co-counsel kissing a federal judge’s ass,” she shrugs and takes the last gulp of her second glass of scotch. “So your father said Joint Terrorism is your end goal, what made you decide that?” might as well pass the time with a conversation. The glass of beer in Mike’s hand keeps him company.

“I was Army Special Forces in Iraq and Afghanistan, so once I got back stateside it felt like the only thing that made sense - just got to earn my way there,” he shrugs and takes another sip of beer.

“How long have you been home?” Her eyes soften realizing that they’ve had similar past lives. 

“Six years now. Went to the academy as soon as I got back and have just been working at it here since then,” his eyes observe her knowing look. 

“How about you, Ma’am?” her eyes widen at his questions, she’s never been clocked that fast. Her first instinct is to deny it, but with Sergeant Dodds she feels like he knows where she’s coming from more than anyone. 

“Two years,” she desperately peers into her empty glass instead of making any more eye contact with him. 

“Ma’am, that’s not very long.”

“I need another drink, it was nice to meet you Sergeant,” she spins on heel and heads to the nearest bar.

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a/n: okay so the vision for the dress is basically anastasia's gown with some modifications

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

HAPPY HBO WAR SUMMER EXCHANGE DAY @hxad-ovxr-hxart !!!!!

TWAS I WHO WAS YOUR SECRET SUMMER GIFTER

I made you a moodboard and little blurb as your gift! I really hope you like it 🥺❤️

I found the quote when I searched Louisa May Alcott, and I was inspired to do a moodboard/blurb that portrayed you and Toye reuniting after the war and finally acting on unspoken feelings 💜 (I used your name in the blurb but I'll be posting a y/n version later!!)

Thank you for being my Giftee Sky!! I love you and hope you have a wonderful day!! 💖

Sky sprinted across the sidewalk into Joe's arms - finally, her world could be whole again. He held her as tight as he could, lifting Sky up to twirl her around.

"I missed you so much," Toye whispered into the crook of her neck. The pair had been inseparable since they first met in high school. It was a classic story of both having feelings for the other, but each were too nervous to act on them, for fear of losing the bond they had forged. Joe was her rock, Sky was his peace. They were home for each other, and they would not dare mess it up.

Then Joe left for Camp Toccoa. This is when Sky realized just how hot her love for him burned. While Joe was away fighting, Sky would be burned every day by her unspoken devotion to her best friend. One thought never left her mind - what if he didn't come back?

All of this washed away with the wind Sky felt fly by her head as Joe twirled her around. "I missed you more," Sky retorted, holding onto to Toye with no intent to let go, ever.

"Yeah? Thought you'd be married off to some 4F by now," he smirked. Joe gently set Sky back on the ground, his arms keeping their place around her. While the soldier meant to have a joking tone, Sky heard the sense of relief in his voice.

"You know I'd never get married without you, Joey," Sky saw a pinkish hue on his cheeks after using his childhood nickname - Sky was the only one who could call him Joey.

"Joey...I need to tell you some-"

"Can I go first?" Joe never interrupted Sky... She knew what he was going to say... He got married to a girl in France or England and is-

"I'm in love with you, doll... I never said anything 'cause I didn't want to ruin what we had, but shit... Leaving for Europe made me realize you're everything to me, and I can't go another day without yo-"

Now it was sky's turn to interrupt Joe. She crashed her lips into his, the fire burning since he left becoming a roaring inferno. Instead of leaving her burned and empty, though, she was filled with warmth, joy, and an endless love for Joe Toye.

[fanby-fckry]

for this ask game:

all of the prompts were so good honestly

🪨/🐹 for Raze,

🥪/🎲 for Dual

thank youu :)

And thank you for the ask! :3

🪨 Someone gifts your OC a shiny rock. What do they do with it?

Depends on who gave it the rock. Raze isn’t at all sentimental, and it makes more enemies than friends. If someone it doesn’t care about gives it a rock, it’s either going to throw the rock back at them or do something passive aggressive with it.

In the rare event of someone it does care about giving it a shiny rock, it would assume that the rock meant something to the gifter, and would keep it out of respect. It wouldn’t treasure the rock or display it or look at it and think if the gifter, but it’d recognize that keeping it is the “right thing to do” in order to keep the gifter happy.

The one thing it might do with the rock is throw it at the gifter’s enemies, or otherwise use it in the gifter’s defense. Because in its mind, that’s a much better and more meaningful use of the rock than keeping it to look pretty.

🐹 Which would be your OCs favorite Pokemon? What kind of trainer would they be?

Oh no, how did I miss this when I reblogged? I don’t really know enough about pokémon to answer this one properly.

Hmm, I feel like it’d prefer ghost types or fighting types, but I don’t have any individual pokémon I can think of that stand out. As for what type of trainer it’d be: I think it’d mainly be antsy and jealous over the pokémon doing the fighting instead of it! It wants to be the one with super cool powers, battling other creatures every day!

Its backstory involves becoming more monstrous on purpose, in part because it wanted to be able to fight to the death more than once a year.

You know those ghost pokémon that are strongly implied (or outright stated) to be the souls of dead humans? Raze would kin those so hard. It would’ve made up its own pokésona: a ghost type which comes from restless human souls who want nothing but blood.

🥪 On a scale from ‘burns water’ to '5 course menu’ how well can your OC cook?

As a human, Dual was a solid, “boxed mac and cheese, scrambled eggs, I threw some extra spices in this microwaved ramen so that counts as cooking,” kind of person. They were never really taught how to cook, and they never really bothered to learn.

As a demon? I’m not sure I’ve ever talked about Dual’s demon body before, but in case I haven’t, or for people who don’t wanna go digging to see if I have: Dual is an elemental demon. Their body is split down the middle: half water, half fire. They LITERALLY burn everything they touch if they aren’t extremely careful. They won’t burn water, but they sure as hell evaporate it.

🎲 If your OC played a pen and paper RPG, what class would they pick? Warrior, mage, thief, ranger, cleric, paladin, druid, necromancer, bard (or other, if that’s not enough).

Mage, I think. Specifically one that uses elemental magic. They both love and hate the form Hell gave them, but a lot of what they hate about it is the lack of control. Playing as a character who isn’t literally made of fire and (sometimes boiling) water, but can control fire and/or water? That’s wish fulfillment fantasy right there.

[rosesnink]

WILDFLOWER

Author's Notes

Surprise, @triciabeloved ! I'm your gifter for the Trunk or Treat event! Your art is always soo amazing and your OCs are so well-developed and nuanced and intricate, not to mention that I relate so much to them both, a mere fic wasn't enough, I wanted to bring back to the fandom the songfics! I hope you have a very spooky halloween and that the rest of 2024 treats you kindly and we can chat when my awkwardness leaves my body. Bon appetit and happy trunk or treat!

English isn't my first language, so please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes

For better experience, listen to 'WILDFLOWER' by Billie Eilish.

Likes are nice, but reblogs keeps a post alive!

Summary: Louie and Sophia aren't the most normal siblings in Cedar Cove, and dealing with it is no easy feat at all

Word Count: 1.3k

Category: Siblings, hurt-no-comfort, siblings doomed by the narrative, angst

Rating: G-rated

Characters: Louie and Sophia Magnaye, siblings

Warnings: This fic explores of mentally abusive/untable parents, reader's discretion is advised

Book: High School Story Prime

Things fall apart and time breaks your heart

I wasn't there, but I know

Louie and Sofia Magnaye knew that they weren’t the closest of siblings. Yet, Louie, as well as Sophia, held hope.

Any sort of hope that the other would take the step. That the other would somehow read their mind and simply be the sibling they needed for the other. It couldn’t be just hope. They were siblings. Siblings were the other’s rock, their support, their protector and keeper. My sister’s protector. My brother’s keeper. Just like in the movies.

But this wasn’t movie. It was real life, and real life was not fair with these two.

She was your girl, you showed her the world

Louie was the favorite, everybody knew it. Sophia didn’t resent him, she did not want that for herself, but by God, why her, of all people? Was she not a human being, with flaws and imperfections, just like any other?

Why, why, why did her mother had to make it sting every time she erred in her ways? Why not just let it go?

You fell out of love and you both let go

One thing was to think that your mother didn’t like you. As teenagers, mothers and daughters mostly often clash and disagree, but to see for herself how she never bothered to call and seemed fine with her being gone stung. Hard. The little girl in her screamed and begged in the cold, thick walls of her newer self to turn back, to hug her mother and to see her fight for the child she once wanted.

But such thing never happened.

And knowing her mother, it would never happen. At least, not with Sophia.

She was cryin' on my shoulder, all I could do was hold her

Only made us closer until July

Finding who she was without her brother to keep and protect was grueling and painful to say the least. Many see shedding skins as something cool and badass, but they did not warn Sophia that shedding that skin would tear her apart in a million pieces, and all you could do was watch in horror and feel.

Now I know that you love me, you don't need to remind me

I should put it all behind me, shouldn't I?

Sophia was proud of Louie, that he had found this identity of his, his safe place, away from the overwhelming place of their parents, but why didn’t he call? Did he even wonder where she was? If she was safe, loved, fed? Like a normal brother who loves his sister.

But when were they ever normal siblings?

But I see her in the back of my mind

All the time

Like a fever, like I'm burning alive

Like a sign

Did I cross the line?

Louie always felt terrible for not doing more for Sophia, he really did. She was a child as well, albeit the older, but still a kid who did not deserve that, but what could he do at such age? With what power, what tools?

Every time he wandered across the house, there she was. Doing her usual stuff. But at the same time, she wasn’t. Her dinner seat was empty, her bed was cold, her wardrobe was empty, and the only thing left was her essence and the ghost of her.

Sometimes, Louie swore he heard her, loud and clear, saying the most banal and the most hurting stuff. Why didn’t you call? Why didn’t you find me? Do you care so little? Am I so irrelevant to you?

But Mama had told him that Sophia was better off on her own, yet it didn’t feel right. But if he disobeyed, all would be lost. His mother wasn’t the best, but her love and approval were nicotine. Painful without it, and an adrenaline rush that left you wanting more once you had it. It killed him, but it also gave him purpose. Usefulness.

Should have he called, wondered, asked?

That was a question that would haunt him for life.

Mm, hm

Well, good things don't last (good things don't last)

And life moves so fast (life moves so fast)

I'd never ask who was better (I'd never ask who was better)

Building Berry was challenging, but brought him that joy and happiness that he had craved all along. Autumn, Julian, Nishan, they all were the family he lacked and desperately needed. Yet, Sophia’s ghost still followed him. Still lingered. Still asked those damned questions.

Time passed, and when he saw her again, the world gave yet another turn.

'Cause she couldn't be (she couldn't be)

More different from me (more different)

Happy and free (happy and free) in leather

She had changed. And yet, he still saw her as Sophia. His sister. His keeper. The one who stood and endured, all for the love she held for him, even if it was once.

“You’ve done an amazing thing here, Louie. I’m glad you gave people the home that you and I…”

She didn’t even finish the sentence. She didn’t need to. He knew how it ended.

And I know that you love me (you love me)

You don't need to remind me (remind me)

Wanna put it all behind me, but baby

“What about you? Where were you?”

Sophia looked at him softly “With a trusted friend. It was hard, to put myself together, but I made it. I survived the horrors of the forest, and have built my family. Like…” Like you.

It was daunting and comforting, that they still finished the other’s sentences without having to do it out loud.

They were still siblings who knew the other as if they had birthed one another.

Comforting, yet it hurt like a wound in salt.

I see her in the back of my mind (back of my mind)

All the time (all the time)

Feels like a fever (like a fever), like I'm burning alive (burning alive)

Like a sign

Did I cross the line?

“…Did you ever wonder if I was okay, Louie? If I was safe? If I missed you? If I wanted to see you?”

The pained expression on his face said it all. “All the time, Soph.”

And he’d forever kick himself for not do it.

“So did I, you know. I knew that you were provided for, but…”

But you were never seen. Or loved. Not unconditionally, at least. It always came with a price. A price too expensive for a child.

You say no one knows you so well (oh)

But every time you touch me, I just wonder how she felt

Valentine's Day, cryin' in the hotel

“I never meant to, but… you know Mom…”

Sophia’s fists clenched. Of course she’d want her away from ‘corrupting’ her golden child.

She wanted to yell, to ask what was so wrong with her that she just wasn’t enough for her, no matter what to do.

She remembered telling her friend “It doesn’t matter if I win four Nobel awards in a night, to my mom, it’ll still not be enough.”

And like then, he heart flinched. Because it was so true, it just hurt so damn much.

I know you didn't mean to hurt me, so I kept it to myself

And I wonder

“Did you ever regret it? Leaving us… leaving me behind?”

Sophia’s pain finally came visible “I regret leaving you in that hell house. I should’ve brought you with me, tell the authorities… anything to keep you by my side and protect you as… as your keeper.”

He held her hand, and gave it a meaningful squeeze.

Do you see her in the back of your mind?

In my eyes?

He was about to speak when Autumn’s voice called him back to his duties. Sighing, he made a face “Duty calls.”

“Of course. Here’s my number, in case that…”

You say no one knows you so well

But every time you touch me, I just wonder how she felt

Valentine's Day, cryin' in the hotel

I know you didn't mean to hurt me, so I kept it to myself

Finally, she turned around and left, and Louie readjusted his beanie, going over to Autumn, hiding his true feelings once again, like he had been doing it all his life.

[mirrortouchedsea]

hello… (said ominously)

i am.. your gifter for the es rarepair week and i just wanna say ??(!;!?!? Nagisa and Rinne is such a good pairing because i keep thinking abt all the stupid shit that could happen between them… i may understand your vision

i havent read any of the final SS yet so I have no clue what to go off of., im bad at reading stories shsjdjsh

BUT. I love this pairing so much i rlly do… im imagining that both their love languages r gift giving… and they keep giving each other little things they find important… do you see

OMG im so glad you like them!! Theyve been stuck in my mind recently and I'll try to remember the specific ss finals chapters I think will really help hammer the vision home for you... i think its somewhere in the middle but I'll double check after work. And i love the little gift giving things... and it should all be like rocks i found at the beach and trinkets i won at pachinko...

[topazadine]

Character Writing Exercises

I'm quickly hopping in on the fun writing exercise created by @davycoquette before work lmao

Rules: Paint a picture of a character by describing their bedroom while they’re not in it.

I'll do my beloved Mordrek Willets, former Sinan Intelligence Services officer and all-around ne'er-do-well!

***

Winding along the Kulniryi cliffs, the very edge of the continent, lies Thieves' Quarter. Home to the city's meanest and most desperate inhabitants, who have made their homes by burrowing into the rock faces and stealing flotsam from shipwrecks, one would never expect opulence or comfort in these rude-carved quarters.

As usual, Mordrek Willets defies expectations.

A faint whiff of must and salt hums underneath a foreign perfume rich with black pepper. Careful fumigation cannot wholly irradicate this souvenir of the sea.

Flickering electric lights - illegally spliced from Kulniryi's newly-installed power system - play over bedclothes in a heap. The top blanket is made of plain blue wool, likely the remnants of old sailors' trunks, but delving deeper reveals a luxurious bedcover, embroidered in multicolored leaf patterns interspersed with aggressive, riotously bright animals. This one, at least, was not stolen from anywhere; it was a hush present from a Koffa tribeswoman who did not wish for her infidelity to be made public.

Underneath these is a set of sheets made from shot silk; when the light hits it right, the fabric turns a brilliant gold-blue, changing its proportions when shifted ever so slightly.

Though the pillows are covered in gorgeous cotton pillowcases, printed by hand in faraway Rixia, they smell faintly of sweat and liquor. Two sharp knives, their handles carved from cow femurs, lay sheathed beneath.

The bed itself is carved with fantastical animals: two-headed cows, lions with horse faces, a cat curled into a pretzel. One might imagine this the grave good of a great ruler, and perhaps it is. Mordrek asks no questions of what he drags out of the depths.

At its foot sits a heavy sea chest with several locks, all in different styles. Picking them all would take ages - not to mention advanced knowledge of the many fastening styles in vogue across the world - but should one succeed, they would be greeted with an unusual sight.

Nestled amongst the fir bones of this sea chest are unsealed letters, government documents, taboo books from faraway lands, and mementos from former lovers. Most of whom are now married, mothers, or dead.

Pretty hair bows, bulky jewelry made from precious metals, even the fingerbones of one woman's dead relatives wired as a bracelet. Each is tucked into a white muslin bag, titled with the gifter's name and place of origin. On some, Mordrek has deigned to write something he loved about this lady he could not keep for long.

Reading them seems like a whirlwind trip through geography, history, and a man's lonely life: Rixia, Koffa, the Cow Republic, the Fuarese Union, Janailan before the civil war. Even one from the tiny island of Down Derby, known for its carnivorous sheep.

One cannot help feeling a bit melancholy, especially when they notice the half-empty liquor bottles from each corresponding nation tucked amongst the mementos. Many of the items are slightly stained from alcohol or sebum, suggesting Mordrek picks them up and investigates them on a regular basis. Remembering all the lovers he was cursed to leave behind everywhere he goes.

But quick! The front door, stolen from a luxurious Triechelle barque, may open any minute. Turn off the pilfered solar power, creep into the grand living room, and sneak past his mule, who grouses in a stable in front of the entryway.

Those of Thieves' Quarter, quite predictably, don't take well to intruders. Best that Mordrek not know you entered his most sacred, profane space. He wouldn't appreciate being caught out.

[misspennycandy]

hi! My name is Mel and I'm a pretty big Muppet nerd :D

My favorite Muppet of all is Dr Teeth, keyboardist and front man of the rock band, Dr Teeth and the Electric Mayhem 💚💚💚 In my ocxcanon-verse, the groovy lady who's captured the good doc's heart is a writer named Marisol~

She is a tv writer who works on scripts for the talk show Up Late With Miss Piggy and Teeth is part of the house band for the show; they probably met at work, though Marisol has been a fan of the band's music for years. (fun fact: one of Teeth's bandmates, Zoot, is her cousin!)

Unlike the flashy, loud, and charismatic Teeth, Marisol's a little more reserved, shy, and tends to overthink things. She's also a very sweet, fun person in her own right once you get to know her, and she and Teeth hit it off pretty well, being fellow creatives, fans of rock music, and lovers of good food/desserts. On occasion, Teeth finds himself turning to Mari to help him out when he has writer's block (and vice versa), and they make beautiful music together, in all senses~ ^^

Fun facts about Mari:

IMPORTANT: she is pretty tall! I don't have a "set height" for her, but she is noticeably taller than Teeth, and it's at least a lil visible when they're sitting next to each other. Love a cute height difference x)

has a fondness/superstition for good luck charms (her 'usual' outfit includes a clover necklace and lady bug skirt pattern)

has a little black kitten named Bea as a pet (she doesnt believe black cats are bad luck, quite the opposite in fact)

her favorite dessert are macarons

best friend is Yolanda the rat (she works on the Miss Piggy show, too, as one of Kermit's personal assistants. she's chatty and nosey, but has a heart of gold, always encouraging Marisol to get out of her comfort zone, and ask out that musician she's been crushin on for months!!)

she bakes pretty great desserts!

ahh I hope that's enough info to give context ^^;

if you'd like more refs/drawings that showcase their 'vibe':

💚💙Mariteeth Instagram page (for more drawings of my muppet gorl and otp draws, by myself and others)

IDEAS:

In terms of prompts, I'm pretty open to any cute poses/ideas you might have, dear gifter. If you wanna draw them in their 'classic' outfits, or switch it up to fits you see on their insta page, or even make up your own outfit entirely, I'm open to anything~ If you find drawing characters in "couple costumes" fun, three different ideas I have: Mary Poppins & Bert, Western Barbie & Ken, Robin Hood & Maid Marian. You can also do somethin' like "Santa and Mrs Claus~" to fit the holiday theme ^^

In general, anything holiday related is cute to me. mistletoe, gift exchanging, (comfy matching?) sweaters, hot drinks~

If you want to do somethin unrelated to holidays, just them hanging out together, Dr Teeth playing Mari a romantic piece on piano, sharing a milkshake on a date, cuddling during a drive-in movie, dancing, holding hands, kissing, Mari wearing Teeth's hat, riding a tandem bike (a la Muppets Take Manhattan)… I'm really not picky! lol

Thank you so much for reading all of this! I'm so excited to see what idea you might settle on ^^ Hope you have fun with it and happy holidays!! --Mel

[purplesigebert]

Hello! This is your autumn exchange gifter! So, I've been thinking about your request and am very excited. I've never tried to think of a different meeting or how canon would change if Caroline hadn't been in Mystic Falls at all, so it's been a fun thought experiment.

First, do you have any other characters you especially love or hate? Do you have any hard pass themes or content I should stay away from? Any bits from the shows you'd especially like me to try to fold in or ignore completely?

Second, are you married to the exact scenario you laid out in your request? I do have a very vague alternate idea for Caroline as a vampire hunter, but it's a little weird and definitely in its infant stages. But I also have some thoughts about Bill (possibly with Steven and his daughter) being the one to stay in MF as sheriff and the reasons why Liz and Caroline would have had to go.

Third, if you had to choose a setting, would you prefer MF or New Orleans or Salem, MA or somewhere else entirely? New Orleans would end up including some of the same characters as The Originals, but I probably wouldn't write the baby plot in, unless you really want it there. Salem would end up being more spooky season themed and MF would probably be more of a family thing involving Bill's death.

Fourth, do you still want Caroline to be a vampire? I don't usually write her as a normal human, because I'm here for the supernatural stuff, but I can give it a shot if you're interested in that. There's the hunter thing, but do you have objections to her being a witch instead? Some other kind of supernatural creature? It's not what I'm leaning towards, but if that's something you would enjoy, I won't try to keep it strictly vampire Caroline if I think of something else.

Fifth, what level of Klaus do you like? S2 magnificent bastard Klaus or S3/4 slightly relaxed Klaus or TO unhinged mess Klaus?

This is a lot of questions. Please feel free to take your time and/or not answer all of them! Totally valid to not have strong feelings about any of this.

Omg hi! First off, thank you so much for writing this note to me! I'm speechless!!

So, to answer in order:

First, I'm not a fan of Damon - if S1's events happened as canon. If not then I'm a fan. Stefan is great. I love love Katherine and Bonnie. Elena was great in her S1-S3 characterization. I don't have any problems with anyone else. Not a fan of the miracle babies storylines.

Second, I'm not completely fixed on my request. I've never considered a MF where Bill was Sherriff, how would that change canon? Damon and Bill already didn't get along and they were in the same room maybe two times? I don't see Bill changing his whole worldview the way that Liz did. If Liz and Caroline left MF, where would they end up?

Third, Oh this is tough one, Caroline coming back to MF for Bill's funeral is one of my fav stories to read! How old is she? Is it still canon time-line and have the S3 storylines been happening? I'll leave that up to you!

Fourth, I don't tend to read Caroline as any other creature (a few where she is a werewolf/hybrid but those are outliers), so Vampire!Caroline is good to go! I'm not too pick, if we see her turn in the story or not.

Fifth, S2/beginning of S3 is peak Klaus, he's just a little shit and he knows it lol.

Sixth, YOU ARE AWESOME! Seriously thank you so much for sending me this. You rock.

[spellmage]

📚 🌳 🪨 🥞 maidrissss 😸

hiiii thank you <33

answered 📚 here and 🥞 here :]

🌳 Would your OC survive for a week on their own in the wilderness?

Absolutely not, and he would be grumbling to himself the entire time. He has very few survival skills and he barely knows how to cook normally, never mind having to forage for food. I think he’d also just flat out refuse to eat anything he saw had dirt on it. He wouldn’t even last a night, he’d try and make a fire, fail, and then freeze to death. 

🪨 Someone gifts your OC a shiny rock. What do they do with it?

He would be confused at first, but if it’s someone he likes, then he’ll put it on his desk to look at and then try and think of something he could give/do for the gifter in return. It would make him feel weird in his chest if he saw genuine affection behind the gift. He'd be very sad if he ever lost the shiny rock.