#answer tag tbt

[dxfiedfxte]

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting

@shootingxstardust sent: "Will you take me trick-or-treating, Minato?"

[{ 🦋 }] - "You want to go trick-or-treating?" He repeats, a pondering hum follows.

It was a question he was expecting to get at some point, this was the second Halloween she'd be spending here at his home where Minato was letting his friend stay, as she had no place of her own. Despite the bits of shenanigans he'd have to put up with sometimes, he didn't mind the company, and he wasn't going to lie, it did feel nice to have someone else in the house to talk to, whenever she would come out of her bedroom anyway.

There was never a dull moment with Marion here, and given that she was the goddess of nightmares, it was only a matter of time before she would take a big interest in Halloween, luckily for her, he had nothing planned for that day, as Minato and his team had pre-recorded an episode, especially for Halloween so his fans could still get their yearly special Halloween episode, and he could actually enjoy himself freely without the pressure of keeping his fans satisfied.

Thankfully, there was no backlash from the fans when he first stopped doing live episodes for that spooky time of year, as long as it was more than one hour long, they didn't seem to mind it. The question at hand though, had him thinking. Marion was like several thousand years old right? So how would this even work? At first, he wasn't sure what to tell her -- that was until turned to get a good look at her which changed his mind immediately.

[{ 🦋 }] - "Sure I can. I wasn't sure at first considering you're age. But I forgot that you were pretty short. So short, that I think you'd be able to pass as a child, so yeah, we can go trick-or-treating this Halloween, just pick a good costume."

[valeurex]

“You will die on the third day of third moon of 129 AC. Your body will be discovered at the hour of the bat by a servant.“ — crack helaena

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Why by servant?

[lightcreators]

@thenightmareofyourdrems

Thoughts  would  look  certainly  condescending  for  the  main  concerned  :  this  Child  of  Time  looked  like  an  child  in  which  expressing  aggressibly  an  imposing  whim,  in  which,  as  authoritarian  that  he  remained,  remained  indifferent  and  cold,  where  the  pain  of  a  parent  had  to  be  pronounced  differently.  Vengeance.  It  was  an  word  belonging  to  another  man,  someone  who  wasn't  that  incarnation  neither  the  one  he  had  been  once,  who  appreciated  every  layer  to  exposing  such  emotion  in  front  of  other  people  ---  within  reasons  or  not.  It  had  been  the  single  element  of  an  world  in  which  regrets  had  following  him  even  since  he  had  crossed  path,  and  blamed  his  unable  hands  to  use  an  gun,  his  inability  to  taking  drastic  measures  ad  he  had  wanted  to  believe  in  another  path  …  Oh,  within  an  landscape  in  which  he  had  forgotten,  a  long  time  ago,  he  had  been  among  them  and  breathing  that  world.

Mixture  of  indifference  and  condescendance  looked  towards  that  desperate  Time  Lord.  He  should  be  insulted  towards  the  misunderstanding  ---  but  no,  he  wasn't  the  kind  of  monsters  who  played  inside  the  court  of  revenge.  He  creating  them.  As  some  inherent  truth  he  had  wanted  to  confine  within  the  remnant  of  his  memories,  as  there  was  consciousness  there  was  another  monster  around  in  which  he  had  been  the  creator,  in  which  there  was  latent  impression  he  could  playing  with  the  Fates  within  his  own  manners.  Vengeance  was  the  easy  path.  Vengeance  was  an  too  much  expecting  and  boring  result  of  an  consequence.  Vengeance  always  have  been  favorite  meal  of  Philip  Butler,  and  at  the  current  moment,  that  sentence  coming  from  the  Master  would  look  wonderful  inclined  to  him.  Temporary  moments  of  confusion  wrapped  within  how  he  was  simply  watched  over  that  incarnation.  How  he  hadn't  realizing  how  pitiful  he  always  had  been  …  How  someday  he  will  find  manner  to  stop  eternal  sound  tourmenting  his  brain,  as  another  sound  into  his  wouldn't  never  leave.  ❝  You're  just  misunderstanding  it  for  vengeance.  ❞  He  expressed  peacefully,  almost  with  disinterest,  as  he  crossed  his  arms,  curious  about  what  that  Time  Lord  will  told  him.  He  refused  to  called  him  Master.  Master  of  what  exactly  ?  How  he  could  even  existing  in  front  of  him  when  he  thought  he  die  a  long  time  ago  ?  How  he  could  still  be  here  ?  Refusal  to  expressing  an  anchored  grief  within  his  features,  that  remaining  sadness  of  an  tragedy  his  shoulders  had  embraced  as  an  burden,  reflected  inside  impression  of  natural  detachment.  He  was  correcting  events  from  another  perspective.  He  was  searching  another  path  within  an  imposed  storyline,  in  which  he  didn't  have  to  following  every  single  line  imposed.  ❝  I  only  seek  to  repair  what  can  be  repaired.  I  only  seek  to  transform  a  tragedy  of  circumstances,  of  which  you  were  also  a  victim.  It's  about  making  things  right  no  matter  what.  ❞

[chmerical-a]

do you have blog recs? <3

phew lets do it:

@redemptioninterlude - z, z, z!!! this is my girl, an amazing friend who's not afraid to keep it 100. writing with her is an absolute dream, top tier writing, top tier muses, gold staR @sylkshe / @ithirial - heathyn!!!! is such a darling, so sweet, so down to try out anything, and a talent!!! you will not regret the follow @sunxsin - kaaaaaay!!!! they a lil quiet on the dash rn but i'm still shouting them out cause they're amazing and deserve the love @aquariusvibes / @despaircrown - talented ass queen, one of my closest friends, my wifey! phantom is one of my favorite humans, so full of love, and always down to be a fellow gremlin @azrahel - CHAR CHAR CHAR!!!! everything char touches is gold. i love her so very much & you will too! @daemondaes - i have known che since my st days and let me tell you, she and cherry are fuckin 10000/10! hilarious, talented, fantastic!! i highly recommend <3 @id0lss - alls is a darling with such talent and love for all their muses! i love reading their threads and headcanons, and guess what? they're also a frickin wonderful human!

and now the following are blogs i admire heavy & would love to get to know better & write with more:

@gareththegreat @fleuramor @deadranch @stabmacher @roseguided @murkyhazed @killjoysanonymous @s1cario @willowdied @risingmccns @ncxile @thrillor @forwardmoved @godclaws @goodberg @jockgolden @tridentwon @pizzatheif @goofily @tro9hy @deweyr1ley @story1ines @porcelainperformer @sangwoochos @typhoidcaught @04conduct @pyreshe @behttys @boltns @rohnnies @haloedcrown @eddie @wildhecrt @farginen @spllledwlne @dcmure @bravevolunteer @8ubbles @legacytaught

[serabellyms]

Doing a joint plot/starter call for the following muses! Bolded muses are highly desired/high muse.

Katrina Shepard

Ashley Williams

Alisa Shepard

Alisa Dubrovsky

Gabriella Ryder

Rayla

Weiss Schnee*

Pyrrha Nikos*

Sakura Haruno*

Tenten*

Mia Delphine**

*these muses are open for plotting only and not starters. Plotting will result in a starter.

**Mia’s page is not up yet, but she is open for plotting & I will provide basic details.

Please LIKE this post and SPECIFY MUSE & whether you are looking to PLOT or for a STARTER.

IMPORTANT: (If you are looking to write a crossover, please specify verse & have some info for me to go by or drop some info in my IMs about your muse’s verse if it’s their crossover verse. No info, no starter.)

[aveimperatcr]

“Tell the boys where to find my body.”

fall out boy : infinity on high album … sentence starters 

Words meant as a jab to comrades fallen from grace had echoed through the very depths of the Warp, through the hordes of daemons and towering spires of flesh and tentacle, of plague and disease and illusions and blood and pleasure, to the very darkness of ever-changing plains that not even daemons dared to tread save for the very daring that hoped to seek deliverance and leech off of Chaos like a parasite. Within these depths was the conscience, the soul, of a man that dedicated his life to Mankind, his very being, to constantly battle the depravity of the Ruinous Powers. His eyes opened, golden irises suddenly peering through the dark... and his fists clenched at his sides where he sat.

...And, somewhere else, Chaos Space Marines now loomed on the surface of another planet, prepared for the battle continue as they looked upon the very Space Marine that had once been considered 'battle brother'. Chainswords revved, voices muffled by helmets-- but perhaps one thing was evident: the odds seemed to be against a remaining Luna Wolf... that is, until a flurry of words would suddenly attempt to pierce the mind of the fallen Marine.

RISE. RISE RISE RISE, SON OF HORUS. STAND.

If it were to succeed... a mental image would form, as He called upon him through the very Warp,

DO NOT LET THEM SUCCEED. RISE. I SHALL ASSIST YOU. RISE. BREATHE.

[resonette]

he'll give her everything he's got ♡

(  compatability bingo.  accepting.  ) @killerhubby

" at this rate, i should have made a special bingo just for you, amore mio - " her italian is still haphazard at best, but she's been trying to learn. for him, she should add. (  how hard could it be, really, she thought, moments before realizing exactly how hard it could be.  )  " - but i'm not surprised you clear all my marks. but seeing it in front of me like this is all the more heartwarming. " 

[goosiifer]

@firstwcman – "His chin is tilted up and he is SMOOCHED right on the lips! ⛧ As if she could resist. "Honeyblood. ~ ♫"

! ! Oh ! Oh, kisses ?

❝ LLLLiiiillyy ! ~ ❞ he trills, leaning up on the very, VERY tips of his toes to smooch her nose. Mwah !

[riotshipping]

Hmmm. How about. For Felix perhaps ? 🦢, 🪺, 🪷, and 🛍️

-@chalcanthitedreams

OOUWUWH THESE R FUN TY

🦢 - what's a petty argument you'd have with your f/o?

felix and dez bicker about money constantly. these bitches are the kind of people to be like “you owe me 27 cents for taking a sip out of my latte” and trying to frantically backpedal out of that logic when they’re on the receiving end

🪺 - describe your f/os perception of you before you got together, compared to what it is now!

felix tends to automatically categorize people into three categories which sometimes overlap; stupid, useful, and dangerous. dez falls into the latter two, and he hated that about her at first. nowadays he’s more frustrated she was able to slip past his defenses, but he knows she’s attached enough not to use that bit of vulnerability against him. he doesn’t bother keeping her at arm’s length like he tends to do with everyone else. he has contingency plans, of course—he always does—but there’s a small part of him that worries doesn’t have the heart to use them

🪷 - if the roles were reversed and your f/o was the one selfshipping with you, what would their blog look like?

oh felix would be WILD . gifsets, aesthetic posts, fanart thats probably more suggestive than he should be putting on main. he would also have the firmest “dni if we share” ever in place, he is . very jealous

🛍️ - what would your f/o get you as a gift? additionally, what would you get for them?

even as materialistic as they both are, felix and dez both make sure the other never has to want anything. but to answer the actual question, these bitches buy each other knives like it’s going out of style.

now where this gets interesting is that in some places (like where i grew up) there’s this bit of folklore that if you gift someone a knife you risk cutting relationship ties with that person, so it has to be bought, even if it’s for just a penny. even though neither felix nor dez are particularly superstitious, they’re both still adamant that the recipient has to give them something in exchange for a new knife, whether it’s a small trade or a purchase for a comically low price (which will still get complained about.) is this because they’re both assholes who love money or because they’re scared of breaking whatever fucked up little bond they’ve built? the world may never know

[valeurex]

let's be frank here the DUDE is more of a dreamer than rider plus his first and last ride was more of a tragedy than fun

This. This is why daemon is just smh at his choice of dragon. Why did you have to choose the oldest and with one foot in the grave dragon to claim viserys??? Were you even serious?! You chose that so you can cop out of flying and being a dragonlord. <- young daemon at vis tbh

[ ... ] S I G H S / @dastardlydaemon.

Deadas* serious if anything. This is why we can't have nice things. And you still wonder why I keep sending you away? Aside from adding salt to sores, you're exposing my secret plans too ...

[lightcreators]

@thenightmareofyourdrems

It’s  a  miracle  you’ve  alive.

If  that  sentence  would  have  came  from  a  familiar  voice,  from  a  tone  in  which  he  would  understood  immediately  the  implication:  meaning  could  have  been  his  freedom.  His  struggles  would  have  been  over.  Oppressing  fire  that  consumes  him  alive  would  have  disappeared.  Permanent  turmoil  embracing  his  soul  could  have  been  reassured.  One  second,  it  everything  it  had  took  him  ---  one  second  to  believing  once  more  within  a  dull  illusion…  He  didn’t  recognized  the  voice,  and  reached  immediate  comfort  by  anchoring  himself  maybe  the  Men  in  Black  decided  to  interfering  on  the  spot  …  It  was  something  that  could  be  expected.  Pressuring  him  over  letters  who  were  burned  immediately  after  reading,  in  which  he  couldn’t  let  any  physical  evidence  he  was  in  relationship  with  an  certain  horrible  Mr.Butler  expecting  no  disappointment  coming  from  the  great  Malfoy  (his  arrogance  was  no  weapon  in  front  of  that  man,  and  he  was  honestly  happy  he  remained  untouchable  if  he  showed  his  special  joker)  was  just  one  mean  of  the  MIB  for  be  certain  his  desired  miracle  will  eventually  happens  …   Hence,  even  listen  that  word  expressed  to  his  current  condition,  when  he  was  searching  to  pretending  past  circumstances  had  been  a  real  imaginary  nightmare  and  none  of  that  happened  at  all,  could  only  reaching  his  attention.  Maybe  the  Witch  of  Miracle  decided  to  pay  him  an  visit  for  mocking  his  lack  of  determination  and  amused  herself  of  circumstances,  before  be  embraced  he  was  close  of  the  result  and  mustn’t  give  up  ---  though,  Philip  Butler  personally  transmitted  such  message,  and  awareness  of  golden  magic  removed  physical  presence  of  one  Golden  Witch  who  still  supporting  him  in  the  obscurity  ( as  he  was  doing  the  same  ). 

It’s  a  miracle  you’ve  alive.

It  was  just  borrowed  time.  It  was  just  another  piece  of  the  tragedy.

Empty  eyes,  accepting  inner  realization  nothing  was  actually  finished,  dared  to  watch  over  face  who  spoke  to  him  couple  of  seconds  prior.  He  attempted  to  pretending  brightness  once  more,  nevertheless,  he  had  dwelled  inside  such  intensive  denial  ---  for  avoid  killing  on  the  spot  Potter  simply  by  impulse  …  if  the  boy  was  accustomed  to  be  pinned  to  the  wall  because  he  was  exasperated  of  his  incompetence,  next  time  he  came  across  him,  he  will  punch  him  …  ---  he  was  unable  to  even  having  impression  to  feeling  alive  within  the  fragmentation  of  his  mind  he  had  suffered.  For  his  own  redemption,  Potter  better  regretting  his  gesture,  and  trembling  once  he  will  be  physically,  emotionally,  mentally  able  to  leave  the  nursery.  No  Dark  Lord  permission  had  been  needed  or  even  NECESSARY  to  begin  with  when  it  concerning  HIM  beating  the  shit  of  fucking  Phantomhive.  Especially  in  a  fucking  accident,  when  experiencing  in  two  different  lifetimes,  oops  almost  killed,  wasn’t  good  mentally.  Yes,  best  pretending  none  of  that  happened.  He  simply  had  a  big  crisis  of  anxiety,  and  oh  how  his  shirt  had  blood  was  coming  from  some  fucked  up  attempt  of  his  part  ---  no  one  had  tried  to  kill  him. Where  was  that  caring  coming  from ?  Why  a  fucking  stranger  would  suddenly  feeling  reassurance  for  someone  like  him ? 

He  was  insignificant  as  possible. 

By  his  risky  gaze,  as  there  was  awareness  he  couldn’t  control  his  current  weakness,  and  had  no  idea  right  now  how  he  would  have  to  trick  the  entire  affair  for  another  illusion,  vaguely,  she  was  told  him  something  …  An  mocking  smile  born  in  front  of  sudden  realization.  Alright,  for  some  reason,  someone  in  the  Ministry  decided  to  freak  out  and  decided  he  was  the  right  person  to  talk  with ?  Ah  too  bad  they  weren’t  in  the  beginning  in  the  year  when  he  would  have  sold  out  the  villains  in  one  second  if  he  could  escape  hell  for  rest  of  his  existence  …  if  he  was  confessing  one  wrong  word,  and  he  knew  Snape  listened  his  moves,  he  was  dead.  Expressing  even  distressed  signals  within  his  gaze,  when  opportunity  was  close  to  lower  down  remnant  of  an  emotional  resistance  inside  his  being,  was  an  uncontrollable  risky  move.  Such  blessing  inside  his  deep  misery  at  worst  timing  possible  ---  he  preferred  mocking  it  really.  He  didn’t  know  by  which  magic  he  will  manage  to  not  murder  Potter  !

There  was  no  hope  left.

It's  a  miracle  you've  alive,  another  time,  that  sentence  echoed.

❝  Do  you  care  ?  ❞  Came  eventually  the  question,  when  tone  searched  dimension  of  an  mockery  completely  faded  over  time,  with  a  broken  disc  trying  to  get  back  on  track.  What  someone  close  to  the  Minister  of  Magic  would  suddently  give  a  shit  over  him  ?  ❝  I  don't  think  I've  done  anything  to  draw  the  attention  of  the  Ministry  as  far  as  I  know.  ❞  There  was  an  suffering  underneath  to  be  careful  with  every  one  of  his  words  within  circumstances.  He  wished  his  eyes  weren't  betraying  too  much  an  aid  in  which  he  couldn't  ask  suddently.  Temptation  of  tears  was  layering  around  within  his  expression,  as  simply  to  have  someone,  anyone,  told  him  that  tiny  sentence  was  enough  for  feeling  enough  in  confidence  for  taking  the  bigger  risk  of  his  entire  existence  ---  He  couldn't  regardless.  Distress  wrapping  within  his  expression  exposed  already  an  betrayal  of  emotions  he  was  unable  to  hide.  Sensation  to  had  breathed  an  brutal  hope  meant  to  be  short-lived  increased  the  gap  of  despair  felt  …  Silence  soon  returned  within  his  lips,  almost  sealed  within  latent  anxiety  around  him.  ❝  You're  just  lucky  I'm  not  dead  yet.  ❞  He  expressed  then,  before  put  his  head  back  into  the  pillow,  needing  this  brief  comfort.  ❝  You  picked  your  timing.  ❞

[handgiven]

hey psst

Emmanuel is probably one of my favorite ocs of all time, esp the angel variety. I see so much kindness and love and admiration in him, and through the work you’ve put into him. We have literal gods on this website so, don’t even worry about the whole overpowered part.

thank you <3 this does mean a lot, esp coming from you. i will try to utilise this knowledge in my fight against the brainworm <3

[royalarms]

𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚈 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶 ! so crazy to think we have been writing together for a year now, and even created the most sweetest dynamic between noct & aer. ( ugh, beloved aernoct, RAAAH ) i love your portrayal of noctis and your deep devotion to his relationships, mannerisms and internal monologue ... aster, honey, you are always a joy to see on my dash, and i love reading every thread response you post. happy blog birthday, keep up the amazing work. 💐 i love you forever ! ⸻ @onegil

ari you mean the WORLD TO MEEEEE THIS IS THE SWEETEST ASK EVERR and im sorry i'm answering it late, i've been bogged down in the trenches of life and brain battles but i love u so much and i'm so excited for ur aerith blog bday to come up soon too and to continue writing out all of our dynamics (between noct and aerith and otherwise <3) but i have SINCERELY enjoyed being ur friend and growing closer to u this past year and developing our muses together ❤️thank u for being such a lovely person, friend, and writer !!

[radiaking]

+ memes / accepting!

@atomiqueen said: “  keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed.  ”

        He's not late per se, but he's already running behind schedule. She has to take part of the blame for that though; this isn't just on him, she's the one who took his shirt earlier. But she's not wrong and he really, really wishes he could keep kissing her like this. Going back to bed with her sounds like the perfect way to spend his morning.

        Unfortunately, duty calls. Ever since everything with Vault-Tec, he's had to get a little creative with finding work. He's never had trouble making money though, never one to think any job is beneath him, even if it does hurt his pride just a bit. He does what he has to. And he still has to pick up Janey on his way to the gig.

        "All right, all right, fine, fine. You're right, I gotta get goin' or I'm gonna be real late."

        She smooths out the tassels on his shirt before she pops up on her toes to kiss him again. She smiles at him, hands resting on his shoulders. "Call me later. Okey dokey?" She says and he winks, a little tip of his cowboy hat. She gives him one last quick kiss, a wide smile on her lips as she leaves.

        It's the last time he sees her before the world goes up in flames.

[spybiote]

Hi, hello! Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening. I'm here today to offer you something. One of your writing partners wanted it to be known that you were on their mind. The opportunity arose for them to compliment someone and one of their first thoughts was you, your works and the energy you bring into their lives. It's all neatly summed up on this image here, with a direct quote from them about you and yours. I hope this reaches you well! I hope the rest of your year is amazing, and that this little mote of light coming your way helped to brighten it up some if it wasn't already shining. With all of our love and affection, GRACE.

ASHDHFKFLFLF HELLO????? I'm answering this on my mobile so no time to edit but, I've been away for a while, and I haven't even got April's blog fully up and running yet, but??? Thank you so much. This was so lovely to come home too! Thank you so much 🥹💕

EDIT: I JUST SAW THAT @spinxeret SENT THIS IN !! HELLO !!!! YOU'RE THE BEST THANK YOU SM GARRETT,

[shadovan]

@intothewildsea sent:

She can't help but be a tease, giving him just a kiss on the cheek. She would give him more, but...he has to work for it, first. She grins up at him, waiting to see his response.

His bottom lip jutted in a small pout when all he received was a kiss on his cheek. The disappointed expression disappeared quickly, though. Yes, he could play this game if that was what she wished of him.

With a flick of his wrist, a rose appeared in his hand, long stemmed with petals so black and soft that they looked as if they'd feel like velvet. It was a cliche gesture as he offered it to her, but one he still enjoyed they sentiment of, none the less.

"What would you like?" He curled an arm around Niamh's waist... and slowly tugged her closer while leaning to whisper in her ear. "Roses? A dance? A declaration of your beauty? Say what you desire and it will be yours."