#birthday prompt game

[cali-kabi]

~ Kirbtober Day 1: Dream 💭🌟🕰️

[madwomansapologist]

rocky road — which soulmate!au would be perfect for them? + zagreus

rocky road — which soulmate!au would be perfect for them?

⤷ with: zagreus

See color for the first time when you touch them + Star-crossed lovers. In this essay I will-

Okay, hear me out. Zagreus is the most determined deity. That's a fact. He's literally compared to Sisyphus all the time. Even when things seem to work against him, when people he loves don't support him, when his own father fight him to death: Zagreus don't stop trying.

It don't matter what separates you both. Maybe you're a nymph that lives with Persephone far away from the Underworld. Maybe you're another chthonic entity that have so much to do to prove yourself for Hades. Maybe you're an hero(ine) on Elysium responsible for killing Zagreus again and again.

When you touched (maybe in accident during work, maybe during a fight, maybe you tried to help him while he died on the surface), colors exploded in front of his eyes. Since that, Zagreus knows he won't give up on you. He won't stop trying. It don't matter if he ends up dying just to see you for a few minutes, if Hades himself declare that you both will never be alowed to have a relationship, if you're the one killing him again and again: Zagreus will never stop trying.

Chaos can say that will never work, Gaia can wake up and separe you both, Cronos can get rid of his chains: Zagreus will never let someone else decide his fate for him. He would never challenge the Moires out loud, but he does beg. And the only person he actually fears is Aphrodite. Don't matter what she demands, Zagreus will do everything to be on her good side and make sure that she also likes you.

After all, the stars and the rest of the world can say and do whatever they want, but Zagreus got plenty of time to make you his. And he isn't a man give up on the first few thousand attempts.

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[daeronsdaringarchive]

We don't have Daeron's exact birth date but we do know Jacaerys is born in late 114 AC and Daeron right after.

Then Jacaerys dies on the fifth day of 130 AC and the Battle of the Honeywine happens roughly three weeks into the new year 130 AC

So Daeron was fresh from his 15th name day when the Battle at Honeywine happens. In the books at least.

Tv show-wise, I suppose you could use gwayne's lines to alicent to infer that he might have recently turned 16 as well. I dont think the show really goes that deep but I'll take a hc when I can get one.

[opticsel]

crazy to think that people my age want to have sex… and that many of them have had sex before… and that they are actively seeking out people to have sex with….. and that they talk about sex with their other sex-having friends……. couldn’t be me but y’all have fun tho! stay safe out there and stuff

[neversam]

CHAT. My birthday is on August 2nd please make me art or oneshots I’ll be grateful to you.

Character Ai bots are also grateful from you

Ideas (you can also do different things)

- my ocs

- milliondollarboys fanart

- Ranpo and Me :3 (platonic)

- Yuji and Me (Romance/platonic)

- Izuku and me (romance/platonic)

- Saiki and Me (romance/platonic)

- Dazai and Me (platonic)

- Hanako and Me (romance/platonic)

- Kou and me (romance/platonic)

- fanart for my Quotev fanfics

PLEASE IM DESPERATE ILL BEG ON MY KNEES I CANT DRAW OR WRITE

[dogmetaph0r]

WIP Game!

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Ty for the tag @evita-shelby and @capnmachete (who tagged me a long while ago on main but I am terrible at finishing tag games sfjdjejfj)

Sic Em* (*3 documents bc it is a victor hugo length fic)

lover, tell me

stay with me (hold my hand)

if the hackers find this fic I’m fucking screwed (aka feels like gold when you hold it)

bullied child mentality tommy introspection

i owe you a black eye + 2 kisses

bedroom hymns (wip?? abandoned??)

funny honey

operant conditioning (carrot, stick)

whump, Theory style!!!!!

Oh my GOD I don’t even think I know enough ppl to complete this fgjgjfjrkrkgk………..but let’s Do Our Best™️

No pressure tags: @susandsnell @vehiculartheyslaughter @todaysrat @agentidiot @morning-alfie @elskiee @divinekangaroo OH my god I got anxious for no reason this is as long as I can think abt it. anyone can play if u like <33

[rpmemestorehouse]

Dark Souls II (2014) Starters

Change wording as needed

“They all end up here, all the ones like you.”

“ Tisn't easy being old…”

“Fair traveller, I know that you must have a story. Why else would you visit such a place?”

“I will remain by your side. Till this frail hope shatters…”

“If you proceed regardless, your fate will be more terrible than mere life or death.”

“One day, you will walk those grounds…without really knowing why.”

“Long have I awaited one such as you, one who might shatter the shackles of fate.”

“I am [Name]. And like you…I lost everything, and now I'm here.”

“To be alive…to walk this earth��That's the real curse right there.”

“I'd forgotten how much comfort a little companionship can bring.”

“Still flirting with madness?”

“Who are you? Oh, it doesn't matter, just help me open this door.”

“You, stand back. This is dangerous work.”

“Now, there's a time for travels, but you can't wander the world forever. Even you must have someone waiting back home...”

“Hmph, I'd given you up for dead. Almost had me worried, really...”

“Oh, sorry, I...Please, do have a look at my wares. I could really use the business...If you'd be so kind...”

“Oh, I was hoping that you would come. I've stocked some new things, and I thought you might be interested.”

“Oh, by the gods...Why the hell am I here?”

“Oh, no, I'm afraid...sorry, I'm afraid this is a fake. It's not worth much at all.”

“Oh...Undead, are we? And one without much time remaining.”

“Oh, yes, you may call me [Name]. Enchanté.”

“Oh, don't feel bad. I'm sure your mother's still proud...Hee hee!”

“You give something, to gain something. That's the way humans like it, right?”

“Oh, I'm sorry. I was just…daydreaming, I think.”

“When I first came to this forsaken land...It was...um...hmm...? Err...A curse...? Err...Something about a curse...”

“What a joy to meet a kindred spirit out here...”

“It wasn't there when I came here before. I don't know what explains it...”

“I have come to spread the art of miracles, a practice of which I am a disciple.”

“Sometimes I fight the urge to pack up and go back home. It is, well...I must do this.”

“Miracles began as tales told by gods. We preserve their will with lore, pray to their greatness, and are blessed in return.”

“Curses…Puzzled me out, have you?”

“Seemed like the battles would never end. Poor folk like myself had nary a place to sleep.”

“You may travel light, but methinks you bear a burden of your own.”

“Oh, you again. Go on…It's on the cheap for you.”

“Cruel, cruel world, this is...Keh heh heh...”

“Travelling all alone in these treacherous times? Well, I hope you have a very good reason.”

“There's treasure this way...But I've a bad feeling about it. I don't quite have the guts myself! Hah hah...”

“You be careful, too, my friend. For trust can be a dangerous thing.”

“Ooh, that'll leave a nice scar!”

“Transient being. This is no place for one such as you.”

“Do my ears deceive me? Who would refuse such magnificence?”

“You've achieved much, and approached a higher plane. But our path is long and arduous. We must always seek further challenges.”

“You are my greatest challenge.”

“Heh heh. You are an odd one. Normally, people keep a safe distance when they see this mask. But you...”

“Don't hesitate to call upon me. Whatever happens, I won't be missed...”

“I was raised to wield a sword from birth. Life was hard, but I never gave it a second thought.”

“I'm sorry…to burden you with talk of my fate. I suppose I've grown weary these days.”

“I am frightened...Terribly so...”

“I don't want to die, I want to exist.”

“My name is [Name]. I beg of you, remember my name. For I may not myself...”

“Your visit is welcome. I trust you've kept up your studies.”

“It is a fitting place to hone my sorceries. I suspect that I may even conjure up new spells here.”

“Never forget, young pupil… There are no shortcuts to mastery.”

“I wish to find out more about it, but as we see, this place is in ruins. Just what happened here?”

“Stay back, or you're pieces! Tiniest pieces! Hah hah hah hah!“

“Slice 'em to shreds, whoever they are! Wherever, whoever, be they near, be they far!”

“The power of flame, power of the gods… In the end, it is all beyond our reach.”

“If you walk with flame, then I salute you.”

“Still a bit stiff, I'm afraid. Heh heh heh...”

“I've been a guest for a very long time. But I don't think that anybody will miss me!“

“Do you really think you can manage the glories that are my spells?”

“Anything that has a beginning also has an end. No flame, however brilliant, does not one day splutter and fade.”

“I don't know who you are…But leave me be.”

“The Dark...Is always within you...”

“This land...lies closest to the Dark...Th-that is...that is why I came here.”

“One day…I will share your fate.”

“You've set me free. Now I can find him. The cheeky prick. He won't know what hit him.”

“I travel from land to land to hone my blade. I've heard this land was full of danger. I thought it would suit me perfectly.”

“For the good of the world, and for my own honour. I won't let that bastard live another day. Heh heh...”

“Damn! You're tougher than you look!”

“Oh, you trot along home. This place won't be any fun, not for you.”

“You want more than just a little blood. You want to be drenched in blood, mired in its foul stench. Am I right? Am I?”

“Ah, who cares? It's just another chance to spill more blood. Doesn't that excite you, hm? Heh heh...”

“Oh, it's even on my shoes!”

“I never planned to visit this gods-forsaken place. But I don't know… I just sort of ended up here.”

“I've searched every nook and cranny here. I suppose it's time to move on.”

“Oh, fancy meeting you here.“

“Oi! Mind your manners!”

“I'm on the run, don't give me away!...You're a fugitive too, eh?”

“Psst, have you heard?...Well, apparently there's this monster lady, right...”

“Gods almighty...I'm not going to die in this dump...”

“Ah come on, don't look so glum! I'm trying to be nice here! You're hopeless, I tell you...”

“I roam about, looking for a find, following my instincts. I don't care what a thing is worth. What matters is whether it grabs me.”

“Let me just say, there are lots of "legendary swords" out there.”

“This thing is amazing...Could it be a dragon egg? I feel invigorated...Just by holding it.”

“Oh no, no, no, no, no, don't say that. Give a bloke a chance. I'm begging you. I really should have that!”

“And now I watch the days go by, and gaze at the night sky, thinking of the finer things, far removed from war. I'd grown weary of battle, but did not realise it until now.”

“I am grateful for these peaceful days. But such contentment lies only in the here and now. Why must life be so confounding...”

“If you wish for help, summon me. I am rusty in battle, but will fight by your side.“

“Back again? Well, this is a pleasant surprise.”

“I owe you some form of thanks, but have nothing for you at the moment. If it would not trouble you, could you visit my abode just down the way?”

“Oh, we meet again, kind traveller. This is my workshop.“

“I require no payment this time. It is my way of saying thanks.”

“Do you find me strange? Skee hee. You humans are always this way. The way you glare at any unfamiliar creature.”

“We once had a master. He created us long, long ago. But he was born with a fatal flaw.”

“Our master was a tragically lonely soul. Eventually, his solitude eroded his very reason. In the end, he never understood...what it was that he truly lacked.”

“We seem to be at a standstill. The wounds we exchange are never lethal.”

“I have no gods to pray to. But still I pray that your journey will be safe.”

“And like every Undead, you have no future.”

“If you seek true Dark, I will grant it to you. As much as you desire.”

“The embrace of the Dark is gentle. Let it absorb your sorrows, forever.”

“Dark is the mother of all. All things were born from it.”

“Thy welcome wearest thin. Leave this place.”

“Swearest thou by the sweet-tempered sludge that laps at our bosoms?”

“I am aware of thine accomplishments, and they are not few.”

“'Twould seem some sunlight-poisoned creatures are worthy of great honour.”

“Something seems to be bothering you. Yes, yes, I can tell. It is written upon your face. You have doubts, about something you did.”

“But now, you are lost, bewildered by your own actions. You poor little thing.”

“But if your heart is yet sincere, your sins will be forgiven. Now is the chance. Demonstrate your sincerity to me.”

“Then, you wish to stand and face your own sins? Such virtuous fortitude is rare, and I sincerely commend it.”

“I am in yer debt. It's a true man who honours his debts. And I'll see mine paid.”

“Ho! Well met, friend. Good to see you well. Yes, hehh hehh, very good indeed.“

“If you still insist on having it...Then you will have to pry it from my cold hands! Gah hah hah hah hah hah!”

“Very well. I, [Name], will be honoured to chop you to pieces.”

“Who are you...And by whose permission do you stand before me?”

“Do you seek an audience with my Lord, King [Name]? Unfortunately, His Highness is absent.”

“Where am I? What has happened to our castle...”

“Welcome, visitor...Our guests are treated with honour. This is the way of our castle. Tell me if you should require anything.”

“We know nothing of the world outside. And why should we? For we will never leave.”

“Do you seek comfort, too? You poor thing...”

“Light, and all those who bear it, are unwelcome in this place.”

“I am [Name]. Guardian of the crypt. Countless dead rest here in peace. Cradled by the comfort of dark.”

“This place is welcome to all, provided due reverence is shown.”

“Tell me what you desire. Show me reverence, and I will lend you my hand.”

“Now, where shall we bury this one?”

“P-please, just stay away. No, please, don't come near me. Nothing good will come of it.“

“Do not attempt to help me. Just let me sit here, and wither quietly away...”

“By the very gods...What have you done...You've really done it...You'll never escape him...”

“Are you tormented by memories? Burdened by guilt? Now the question. Are you ready for more? If you are, then we ought to talk...”

“You could kill a dozen like that, and it wouldn't matter. I want you to kill someone of import.”

“These are for you. Don't mind the specks of blood...Heh heh heh...”

“I'll spend some time travelling the lands...Slowly tracking my new mark...”

The murk shifts and stirs. Yet another stands before us...“

“And so, you peer...Into the fog, in hope of answers.”

“Huh! You were not deserving of the mire...”

“What brazen insolence! You…forever you shall rot…”

“Turn away. And never look back. No one must ever find that which is sheltered in [this location].”

“I haven't the strength to help him myself, but perhaps one such as you...”

“You've granted my one wish...Now, I have no regrets.”

“Go on, kind visitor. May you reach your journey's end, one day.”

“Brave Undead, seek the throne. Follow the symbol of the monarch, and do what must be done.”

“That thing is a prop, a false deity. Don't be fooled, my Undead.”

“Seek the forest, you, where those wretched Giants slumber.”

“Brave Undead, you have proven yourself to me. Now, be one, with the Dark...”

“No one has come this far, not for a very long while.”

“Young Hollow, there are but two paths. Inherit the order of this world, or destroy it. But only a true monarch can make such a choice.”

“Very few, indeed, have come even this far. And yet, your journey is far from over.”

“Heheh, I believe we've been acquainted.”

“Men are props on the stage of life, and no matter how tender, how exquisite...A lie will remain a lie.“

“You, neither born with greatness, nor granted it by the fates. What is it that you seek?

“How you grapple, without falter, with this dreadfully twisted world.”

“All men trust fully the illusion of life. But is this so wrong? A construction, a facade, and yet...A world full of warmth and resplendence..”

“I am [Name]. I sought to shed the yoke of fate, but failed.“

“Not one of them stood here, as you do now. You, conqueror of adversities. Give us your answer.”

“But the question remains...What do you want, truly?”

“There is no path. Beyond the scope of light, beyond the reach of Dark...what could possibly await us?“

[mymelodyisme]

Helloooo farmer friends!! So last night my friend @pavusprince mentioned how she doesn’t understand the toothpaste mint chocolate chip ice cream comparison and that got me thinking!! Let’s talk about food!!

Does your farmer like mint chocolate ice cream? Does it taste like toothpaste? Are they neutral, or do they hate it?

During the summer does your farmer visit Alex’s ice cream stand? What flavor/treat do they buy? What’s their least favorite flavor?

What is one treat your farmer will ALWAYS have in their home? Is it healthy or unhealthy?

If your farmer was a snack item what would they be? (It cannot be a food that could be eaten like a meal, but it may be a dessert) Here’s some examples: chips, cookies, M&ms, Twinkies, crackers, bubblegum, lollipops, etc

What’s your farmer’s comfort food, favorite meal, and least favorite meal?

What’s something they will NEVER eat?

What do they cook if they know they will have a guest over?

If the town’s potluck didn’t matter so much, what ingredient would they take? And what food would they put at an event table if you had to bring something?

Finally, if your farmer was real, what would YOU give them to eat.

[ailendolin]

prompt 4 for robin & humphrey!?

Hi anon! Sorry it took me so long to write your prompt - it was surprisingly hard to come up with something for "Holding hands" for those two. I hope you'll like your ficlet!

List of prompts is here. Filled prompts are here, here, here and here on AO3.

Prompts are closed.

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Change

For a long time, it was just Rogh and the headless man.

The sick people tended to keep to themselves – they were a group, a family. Rogh remembered what that felt like, and he understood not wanting to welcome a stranger into their midst and why they were drawn to the dark room below the house that was built in the place their village used to be. It reminded him of the cave he once called home and he sometimes envied them the safety it provided. 

It had been many Moonahs since he’d felt safe anywhere, or at home. He’d had a family like theirs once too – a ghost one, years after his living one had moved away one harsh winter and never returned. There had been four of them, bound by the Stones to the land they roamed, and they had huddled together at night to look up at Moonah just like Rogh had once done with his children. Death had not felt so lonely back then – not until one by one, the light took them away.

When the last one left, Rogh thought he would be next. He waited and waited but the light didn’t come. Instead, new people died and stayed for a while. They too eventually left with the light and Rogh – Rogh could no longer bear to say goodbye to anyone so he stopped saying hello.

The ice came and went and one day disappeared altogether; people settled and moved on; wars were fought and won and lost until eventually, the big house was built and fancy people started to live where mammoths used to graze. Rogh, just like the sick people, mostly kept to himself in those days. He did not care for the raucous laughter at dinner or the pretty dresses the ladies wore but he did notice the house growing dark and silent after the young boy returned from France with an even younger bride. Rogh couldn’t help but pity them both. He might be sad in death but at least he had been happy in life – something they clearly would never be.

Every now and then he looked in on them, watched the lad paint his sorrows onto canvasses and the girl find solace in her books. When one had been dead as long as he was, time became difficult to grasp. One minute, the lad was sitting at the end of a very large table having lunch with his young wife in sorrowful silence and the next, a man with dark circles under his eyes was sitting in his place, looking like he bore more weight and worries on his shoulders than any man should.

And then he was lying on the floor with his head parted from his body and Rogh thought, oh, and laughed.

When he found the head still lying where it had fallen a week later, Rogh was no longer laughing. It was clear the man had been dealt an even crueller fate than he had been, so Rogh decided the least he could do was search for the body. It had the tendency to wander off, aimlessly, and he eventually found it waist-deep in the lake. When he reached for its hand, its skin was warm and Rogh tried very hard not to think about how long it had been since he had touched anyone like this when he pulled the body back towards the house and the room where its head was lying and carefully directed its hands to it.

“Oh, that’s a relief!” the head said with a sigh once it was reattached to its body. “Thank you so much, err…”

“Rogh,” Rogh grunted.

The man smiled and held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Rogh. I’m Sir Humphrey Bone – though I suppose you know that already.”

Rogh shrugged and shook the hand like he had seen the livings do. It was a foreign gesture but the pressure felt nice and when Humphrey let go, Rogh’s hand tingled pleasantly from the touch.

It became a thing – him finding Humphrey’s body and leading it back to its head. There was something about holding the body’s hand, even for just a short moment, that eased the ageless ache in his heart just a bit. And it was that small, infrequent contact that softened his battered soul enough for him to seek out Graham and Mary when they died rather than keep to himself like he used to. With them around, death was easier to deal with, and the never-ending task of finding Humphrey’s body and reuniting it with its head slowly became an afterthought.

But Rogh, even after he became Robin, never forgot those first few years he spent alone with Humphrey. And when the light took Mary away, he found Humphrey’s body just before dawn, took its hand and led it to its head just like he’d done all those years ago so they could mourn the passing of a friend together until a new day dawned and the sun rose over the land like it had always done, unwavering, unchanged.

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <333

[madwomansapologist]

neapolitan — what song can describe them as lovers? and daenerys

neapolitan — what song can describe them as lovers?

⤷ with: daenerys targaryen

Sweet — Lana Del Rey

Do you know how hard it was for me, dear anon, to chose something not blood or fire related? Do you know how it made me want to die for not being able to chose a song with the world "queen" on it's title? Can you imagine my strenght to chose a song with a WATER MOTIF?

But that one is so fucking accurate.

And remember where I'll be/ Sweet in bare feet/ You can find me where no one will be = A house with red doors, her own bedroom and a lemon tree. Okay. Now I'm fucking emotional.

Daenerys spend her entire life searching for a home. Not a house, not a place where she could sleep: a home. Like the one from her brother's stories. Like the one from her dreams. Like the one her heart would be able to recognized anywhere.

To love, for Daenerys, is to feel at home. To have a certain kindness that only sharing a house would be able to contain. Is to feel know, seem, heard. Is to feel welcomed. To feel desired.

And maybe in another life, maybe if life was fair, Daenerys wouldn't have to spend half her time conquering with fire and bloog and the other half learning that it takes more than that to make a ruler. In another life, Daenerys would spend sleepless nights asking you if you ever thought about having children. If you would ever marry her. If you wanna run marathons by the sea.

Daenerys would be able to do nothing at all. And to do it with you.

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[victorluvsalice]

Happy Birthday Newt!

@dont-offend-the-bees A combination of you telling me that anything cute and Valicey would do as a birthday fic and me knowing that you are still into Saw as a fandom led to this -- Victor and Alice reacting to the first Saw movie, inspired by a couple of posts I saw on your blog before you moved all the Sawposting to The Secret Saw Sideblog! Though the fic is technically Valicer out of necessity, because the only way I could think of to get the pair to watch it was to have it be a Halloween Movie Nights pick by Smiler's friend Thirteen, as per this headcanon post...

--

“That is unfair!”

“What’s unfair?” Thirteen asked, looking over at Alice.

“The ending!” Alice said, waving at the slowly-rolling credits on the screen before them. “All Jigsaw said to Adam was that he had to survive until six o’clock, correct? Nothing else? No other secret catches?”

“Don’t ask me,” Victor muttered, hands over his face. “I am actively trying to erase this movie from my mind.”

“There there,” Smiler said, rubbing his back comfortingly. “You’ll be fine – and yeah, ‘survive until six’ was the gist of it,” they added to Alice.

“Well, six o’clock rolled around, and Adam was still alive!” Alice pointed out, stabbing another finger at the TV. “He was wounded, sure, but he was still very much fucking alive! Which means he succeeded! Lawrence was the one who failed in his goal! And yet Lawrence’s the one who gets to crawl off and seek help while Adam gets electrocuted and sentenced to – I guess starving to death in that horrible bathroom? All because he, unsurprisingly, didn’t notice a damn key in his bathtub when he first woke up?”

“You are assuming a lot in thinking Lawrence survived after–” Victor swallowed and shuddered. “After c-cutting off his own f-f-foot.”

“Actually, uh, it’s canon Lawrence survives,” Oblivion put in, sporting a slightly sheepish grin. “He shows up again in Saw 3D.”

“Oh great – when do we watch that one?”

“Don’t worry, we don’t have time for tonight,” Thirteen informed him with a cheeky smirk.

“What, because it’s long?”

“No, because it’s film number seven.”

That finally got Victor to look up. “It’s – wait, what?”

“Yeah, for some reason they decided to name it after the 3D gimmick instead of following the numbering system,” Rita explained, leaning around her girlfriend. “And then films eight and nine are Jigsaw and Spiral respectively, though Spiral’s actually more like a spin-off of the main series–”

“Can I please fully express my annoyance over the fact that Jigsaw killed Adam despite him winning his ‘game’ before we start talking about how this series screwed up its numbering system over halfway through?” Alice cut in, folding her arms and scowling.

“Well, the thing you have to understand about Jigsaw is – he’s a total asshole,” Thirteen reminded her. “He says that his games are to help ‘rehabilitate’ people and make them appreciate life and all that bullshit, sure, but honestly, I believe the dude just wants to torture as many people as he can, both before and after he bites it.”

“I can believe that,” Victor muttered, shivering. Smiler put a comforting arm around him. “And this is probably the least bloody of all the movies, isn’t it?”

“I haven’t seen them all, but I’m pretty sure it is, yes,” Galactica confirmed, giving him a sympathetic look from the other side of Oblivion. “You know, you could have left if you weren’t enjoying it – we wouldn’t have thought any less of you for it.”

“Yeah, I’m shocked you actually sat through the whole thing,” Smiler admitted, giving him a little squeeze.

“I am too, honestly,” Alice said, wrapping her arm around him to do the same. “I’m used to horrors like these – hell, the bathroom looked kind of like one I saw in Rutledge – but I know it’s not your cup of tea.”

“I thought it would be too rude to just get up and leave,” Victor groaned, putting his face in his hands again. “And I kept telling myself, ‘it’s the very first one, it can’t be that bad...’”

“We won’t make you watch any of the others,” Thirteen promised, patting his knee. “I mean, I appreciate you making the effort, but despite appearances, I don’t want you to have nightmares.”

“Thanks.” Victor shook his head. “I know you love that sort of thing, but – it’s just not for me.”

“Me either – especially if John Kramer can’t practice what he preaches,” Alice agreed, glaring at the screen as the DVD menu came up again.

“It’s actually not my favorite series either, if I’m honest,” Thirteen confessed. “I just like this one because of all the hot gay tension between Lawrence and Adam.”

“...there was a surprising amount of that,” Victor allowed.

“Mmm – though given Lawrence is married, he’d better start talking to his wife about either opening the relationship or getting a divorce before he hobbles his way back to that bathroom,” Alice declared.

“You know, I bet there’s a fic like that somewhere on AO3,” Smiler said, pulling out their phone. “Who wants to find a nice domestic AU to help us all decompress?”

[arecaceae175]

Sentence word prompt: Celebrations

The other heroes have been asking him weird questions all week, and Four couldn’t figure out why.

“Hey smithy, what’s your favorite dessert?” Wild asked one night as he was cooking.

“I can never agree with myself on that one,” Four said with a chuckle. “Nothing too sweet.”

“Hey Four! Hypothetically, you rather have a calm evening reading a book or a huge party?” Wind asked.

“Uh,” Four said. “Book, I guess? What’s the context?”

Wind just shrugged and changed the subject.

“What’s your favorite color?” Legend asked as they traveled one day.

That one caused a bit of an internal argument, so he decided on rainbow.

“What’s something little you wish you had to make your day easier?” Sky asked. He asked to the group, technically, but he was looking at Four. Four couldn’t think of a good answer.

Four didn’t have to wait too long to find out their reasoning. At the end of the week, as he got back from his morning patrol with Time, he realized the camp was suspiciously empty.

“Where is everyone?” Four asked, hand on the hilt of his sword. Time smirked and stepped to the side.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!” The other heroes jumped out from their hiding places and yelled in unison. Wind and Wild pulled a cloth up to reveal a large cake and eight wrapped gifts.

Four felt a huge smile stretch across his face. “I completely forgot,” Four muttered.

“We know,” Time said, dropping a hand on Four’s shoulder.

“Time for birthday celebrations!” Wind yelled. He ran up to Four and tugged on his hand.

“Come on! I want cake!” Wind said. Four laughed and felt his grin grow impossibly bigger.

[leviathanbday]

Prompt: Video games ⚠ cw: blood, slight gore

Artist: JayBeeART on Twitter Writer: h3nnychan on Twitter

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46326418

[thatseventiesbitch]

So super last minute and no rush to get it done but with preparing for some Kurtwood Smith birthday posts I thought of a fic idea and right now I’m more the mood to read it than write it 😅 lol plus I completely adore your grandpa Red. Little Leia or teenage Leia, whichever you think works best 😊

Here’s the idea: Red learns to enjoy his birthday a little more now that he has a grandchild to celebrate it with.

Thanks in advance!

Thank you so much for the ask! Sorry for the delay - life happened 😂 If you have a request, send it to me here!

"Whoa. Lotta candles on that cake, Dad," Eric teased.

He'd entered the Forman dining room, where the family was assembled around the feast Kitty had prepared for Red's birthday dinner. Their patriarch was perched at the head of the table, grimacing over a chocolate sheet cake. "I don't think Leia can even count that high," he teased.

"I can too!" Leia piped up indignantly. She was propped against her dad's hip.

"Can it," Red snarled at Eric. Then he turned to his wife, across the table from him. "Kitty, take the picture already," he pleaded through his grimace.

"Not until you put on the hat, Red," Kitty crossed her arms, but her tone was jovial, light.

"Hat, hat, hat!" Donna and Laurie led the chant, and Leia and Eric quickly joined in.

"Oh, for god's sake," Red muttered. He swiped the pointy cone hat that sat on the table next to him, and secured it on top of his bald head in a lop-sided fit. "There," he said, disgruntled. "Happy?"

Kitty was doing a poor job of holding in her giggles across the table, but she lifted the camera in his direction once again. "I am, but you don't look very happy, Red. Smile," she commanded him, her finger hovering over the button.

Red's expression didn't change until a little voice cooed, "Happiest birthday, Grampa!"

For the first time all day, a genuine smile stretched across Red's face as he looked over at his little granddaughter. Kitty clicked away.

"Good job, Leia," Eric murmured to her. "You made the Birthday Grump smile."

"Birthday Gramp," she repeated, giggling. Now she was stretching her arms out for her grandfather, who opened his arms to happily receive her.

Grandfather and granddaughter were lost in their own little world, Leia cuddled up in his lap as he showed her the glowing candles on his cake, careful to hold her hand in his so she wouldn't burn herself on the flames.

"Can you count how many there are, Leia-girl?" he asked her.

"Um," she looked to be deep in thought. "Nineteen?" she guessed.

Red chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "Close enough."

Kitty snapped one more photo of the two, their faces aglow in the soft light from the glowing birthday candles. After the polaroid slowly printed out she let it dry and then turned it over. Chuckling to herself, she labeled it, 'Red's 19th birthday party'.

[make-me-imagine]

Top Gun Christmas Scenario Game

(Link to Scenario Games Masterlist)

Rules/What you do: Just match the month/day/letter to yourself and you got yourself a cute little scenario to imagine lol. Let me know in the comments or reblogs what you get~

A/N: I also take these scenarios as writing requests as well (only when requests are open obviously- and it depends on the character). Also, there are only like 4 female characters in these movies, so I just put them in randomly lol.

*words in (parentheses) are alternate options/additions.

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Your Birth Month:

You And...

January: Tom ' Iceman' Kazansky -or- Penny Benjamin

February: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

March: Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson

April: Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw -or- Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

May: Robert 'Bob' Floyd

June: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

July: Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner -or- Callie 'Halo' Basset

August: Reuben 'Payback’ Fitch

September: Javy 'Coyote' Machado -or- Charlie Blackwood

October: Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

November: Your Choice

December: Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell

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Your Date of Birth:

1: Go sledding. 2: Have a snowball fight. 3: Go to a Christmas festival. 4: End up as each others secret Santa. 5: Decorate the Christmas tree. 6: Build a snowman together. 7: Make each other Christmas sweaters. 8: Build Gingerbread houses together. 9: Go skiing. 10: Make snow angels. 11: Bake Christmas cookies. 12: Go to a Christmas tree farm. 13: Are reunited for Christmas. 14: Decorate the house together. 15: Go on a Christmas date. 16: Visit a Christmas market. 17: Go ice-skating. 18: Have a Christmas movie marathon. 19: Kiss under the mistletoe. 20: Go to a Christmas party. 21: Exchange gifts. 22: Travel to a new city/country Christmas. 23: Go view Christmas lights 24: Take cheesy Christmas photos together. 25: Walk through a snowy park together. 26: Cook Christmas dinner together. 27: Surprise each other with handmade gifts. 28: Go to a Christmas parade. 29: Make your own stockings. 30: Host a Christmas party. 31: Go on a Christmas themed treasure hunt.

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First Letter of Your Name/Username (Bonus)

And...

A-G: They propose to you (or ask you to be their s/o)

H-N: It is your first Christmas together.

O-T: It is your first date.

U-Z: You have your first kiss.

xx

*words in (parentheses) are alternate options/additions.

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