#gift giving prompts

[cherryglassheart]

gift giving prompts

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in the spirit of the holiday season :))

dialogue

"you didn't have to do this, you know."

"how long did this take you to make?"

"i thought i said i didn't want anything."

"how on earth did you know i wanted this??"

"i think this is probably the worst gift i've ever gotten."

"you got me a gift?"

"i didn't think you remembered that i wanted this."

"oh my gosh. this is the best present i've ever gotten!"

"this is so sweet." *voice breaking*

"no one's ever gotten me a gift before."

gift ideas

something that relates to an inside joke two characters have

homemade cookies/pie/cake/brownies

a bouquet of wildflowers with a handwritten card/letter

a box of chocolates

a stuffed animal

handmade trinkets (bracelet, necklace, etc.)

a bunch of small gifts that are part of a bigger theme (ex. if character a loves the smell of cinnamon, character b gets them a basket filled with cinnamon soap, perfume, hand cream, candles, etc.)

a thrifted vinyl or cd

a book that was chosen very meticulously

a painting/watercolor/poem/song that one character makes for another

[stealingyourbones]

There’s a new drug in Gotham making the rounds, one synthesized by Two-Face’s people; if you take it you will have a 50/50 chance that you’ll experience the greatest high of your life or that you’ll die.

Batman is desperately trying to find the main lab and cut off the production from the source and hasn’t been able to find a lead in weeks.

That’s when Gordon gives him a file that was given to him by a “white haired ghost kid”. It’s a detailed report written similarly to a scientific journal with detailed sources that are mainly first hand accounts from deceased victims of the Two-Face drug.

At the very end of the paper there’s an address to a Gotham University dorm room with a sticky note next to it that says “if you need help with death or the undead. Yours truly; Danny Fenton.”

[kenjakusbraincum]

Heey, I LOVE your writings on soft sukuna, you write so beautifully🩷 please can you do one where he is jealous (fluff)😭🩷

Thank you sm for the kind words!!! Here's my best attempt at doing your idea justice <3

Sukuna has no real reason to be jealous. He practically owns you, controls every aspect of your life, who or what could he possibly be jealous of? Every servant who dared approach you in an inappropriate way would be dealt with swiftly. And you're a good pet, who has eyes for no one other than your master. You really don't give him a reason.

But there's this one thing... Since you've been so good and obedient, Sukuna has allowed you many liberties. You're permitted to skip around the mansion, watch Uraume cook, even enjoy little hobbies. You've tried many before you found that crocheting particularly piqued your interest. Ever since you've learned the basics, you've been spending hours working on perfecting your skills. At first it was cute, watching you squint in concentration as you move the hook. But then the math became really simple - having this hobby to keep you busy meant you approached Sukuna out of boredom a lot less. And he noticed it. It irked him, but you're not technically doing anything wrong. You were still as happy to serve him as ever, he just had to ask. But why would he have to ask? You should be all over him on your own. He should have to push you away, not beg you to give him attention. He didn't like this disturbance in your master and pet balance that this little hobby of yours caused.

He stands at the door now. You're crocheting again. You and your favorite servant laugh at your failed creation so sweetly, you don't even notice he's waiting. He clicks his tongue to establish his presence, and your servant falls to her knees immediately. You however, are not held to that high of a standard anymore.

"Master!", you call him, and hop up to greet him with a deep bow. Before he can say anything, you've picked up the piece of fabric you've been working on and ran into his arms to show him.

He looks at the ugly form and scoffs. "This is what I'm sponsoring?", he says and pulls a loose piece of yarn, making your little creation fall apart. He always was a bully, but you note his bad mood.

"I'm only a beginner...", you sulk.

"That much is obvious.", he flicks the yarn away and it falls onto the floor. Before you can bend to pick it up, he seizes your wrist and pulls you back. "Aren't you a little young to waste time with hobbies for the elderly?", he asks. You look at him with your cutest, practiced doe eyes, but it doesn't work.

"Come, pet. I know an activity more suitable for your age.", he says when you don't respond, and steps out of the room. You hop after him, unaffected by his condescending comments. You know that they're just for show. If he really thought you were a hag, you would've been gone a long time ago.

"Sitting at your throne all day?", you tease innocently and join him at his side, sliding your arm underneath one of his. You hope your playfulness will distract him from whatever is bothering him. "Or in a bath?" His lower set of eyes peeks at you and smirks, noticing that you're feeling particularly daring today. He's not sure how he feels about that. "Or in your bed." He rolls his eyes gently and opens the door to his chambers.

"At least then you'd be serving your purpose and actually spending time with your master.", he comments and shuts the door. His comment catches you a bit off guard and you stop in front of his bed. He makes his way towards you, and you look up at him with an insulted expression.

"Master, are you jealous of a ball of yarn?", you ask playfully, and squeal when he suddenly pushes you down to sit on the bed. Now you're at eye level... with his crotch.

"You've got quite a big mouth today. Put it to good use for a change, will you?", he runs his hand from the crown of your head to the back of your neck. You seem to have struck a nerve, so it really is the ball of yarn. Is it possible that Sukuna is this clingy?

"Will you?", he repeats and tugs on your hair and narrows his eyes. You smile obediently and reach behind him to untie his obi.

"Yes Master."

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You try your best to manage the time you spend crocheting from then on, working on productivity in the hours that you dedicate to developing this skill. And it helps that you have a specific goal in mind now: helping Sukuna realize that this hobby is a friend, not an enemy. He still catches you engaging in it sometimes, and gives you a dirty look, but you're as quick as ever to drop what you're doing and join him. That seems to satisfy him.

When you're finally happy with the result of your creation, you look for Sukuna around the mansion. It's not really that hard to find him, as he frequents three places most of all: the dining room, his bedroom and his throne room. This time, he's sitting on his throne, and a small line of people wait for their turn to be gifted his attention. You on the other hand, don't have to wait in line to get it. His lower set of eyes spots you the moment you enter the chamber. You're allowed to roam the mansion, but barging in unannounced is not standard even for you.

Still, Sukuna has learned that you usually only feel daring enough to cross boundaries when you're sure he'll like what you have in mind. So for now, he will let this slide. He's bored as hell anyways. The people are dismissed and you pass by them on your way to his throne, nestled on a pile of bones. You stop in front of it and greet him with a bow.

"Master, I come to you with a humble offering.", you say with your hands on your thighs and your eyes fixated on the ground.

"Show me.", he says simply, but you recognize entertainment in his voice. You climb up the bones and feel his stare scan you from head to toe, before you sit on his knee.

"May I ask you to close your eyes?", you ask and flutter your lashes. Oh the way you seduce him. Who else could ask Sukuna to do something as dangerous as close his eyes? Give his opponent valuable time to land an attack. Who else could dare? And who else would he ever listen to and really close his eyes? Really do as he's told? Oh how safe he feels with you.

You take one of his large hands into yours, and gently pry his long fingers away to open his palm. He has beautiful hands. The only ones you've ever known, but you're sure they're the most beautiful hands in the world. So dangerous, so elegant. You want to press a kiss to his palm, but you hope your gift will have the same, maybe even more profound effect.

Something soft touches his skin, and then you speak, as politely as before. "You may look.", in your softest voice. And when he opens his eyes, he finds himself looking at you first. You're an offering on your own.

Then he looks at his hand. Two crocheted plush figures resembling him and yourself lay flat on his palm, connected through their holding hands. At first glance, it looks like they're two separate creations. In a sense, they are, but... He tries to part them.

"We're sewn together.", you explain. He hums in amusement and inspects your gift more closely. His plush is bigger, recognizable by the pink hair and four buttons for eyes. It's even wearing his favorite kimono. Yours is smaller and less detailed. You look like any other human when placed next to him, insignificant. But in a sea of pets, entertainers and lovers he's had in the past, he would never fail to recognize it as you.

He's spent so long looking at it with that face of his that you just can't read. You're starting to grow restless in his lap, and he feels your eyes dwell into his soul. When he looks back at you with one pair of eyes, your brows are furrowed in worry and you're fiddling your hands in your lap. He pats you on the head and pulls you closer, so you have no choice but to lean on his frame.

"It's beautiful, darling.", his fingers run through your hair, scraping your scalp softly. "No loose threads either.", he looks at you with all four eyes now, and you feel so small in his arms. You're not used to receiving this many compliments from Sukuna at once. Not ones that weren't directed at your body or performance. Especially not when he's looking at you so tenderly, when every word sounds so loving and genuine. "You've improved so much.", his hand is on your face now, and you catch him glancing at your lips. You part them to start thanking him, but you already know how much he hates listening to that.

You stay quiet instead, and lean closer, letting him take you. And he kisses you so softly, fingertips light against your heated skin. You feel like you're floating, like a lily pad in a warm pond. The littlest gesture of his affection has you melting in his embrace. The power he has over you... and how wonderful it is to surrender yourself to it.

None of the liberties and privileges you've been awarded with compare to this. You know that many pets have walked these halls before you. Many warmed his bed and claimed the title of his favorite. But how many loved him like this? Enough to dedicate time of their day to making intricate gifts. How many could say Sukuna kissed them lovingly, for no other reason than to show gratitude and affection?

You're flushed completely red by the time his lips leave yours. You can't hold the intensity of his gaze, as he stares at you in adoration. "I'm happ.. I'm glad you l-like it...", you stumble through the words and win a giggle out of him. You are just so cute. Like a pet should be. He rubs your head again and pushes you away lightly.

"Go now, the people await me.", he says with a benevolent smile gracing his face. "I'll see you tonight."

You bow to him and leave.

And when you visit him that night, he is as gentle as he was when he kissed you earlier, still in a good mood after your gift. Caressing your hair, shoulders and back, as you lay comfortably with your head on his chest. Keeping you warm in his embrace. You're trying your best to follow the conversation, but sleep is slowly taking over you. Sukuna notices and plants a kiss to your forehead, wishing you goodnight. The last thing you see before your eyes close, is your handcrafted plushies sitting on his nightstand.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Red Hood stared down at the small child holding up a box. It was wrapped in newspaper and tied with twine, but was very clearly meant to be a gift. The kid bounced on their toes, trying to hold it up higher.

"I made it for you!" They exclaimed. "Don't worry; it's not a bomb, I promise!"

[wardingshout]

Viridian trainers for day 5 of spesilverweek! they are my most beloved but Lance is a cursed character who is impossible to draw or portray in any way to me

[whenuwishuponastar]

I need more perryshmirtz fanfics from Perry's POV where he's always thinking "how can anyone think this man is evil?? Look at him, he’s a wet cat"

I also need more fanfics with the tag "accidental baby acquisition", I just love reading father Heinz Doofenshmirtz in action, Vanessa being a big sister and Perry being a simp (someone at OWCA leaves an "Im not the stepdad Im the dad that stepped up" mug at Perry's desk)

[amazingdeadfish]

Day Seven: Love Language

[youling-the-ghost]

Here's a clip of Sam and AJ absolultely killing it as opera singers in their newest patreon livestream :D

[regonold]

Ok fun thought

So the teens of amity have grown up and started moving wether that be for college or jobs but one thing is in common with them the niggt before they leave no matter what if them leaving is known or unknown phantom appears before them

"You are leaving... know this you are a citizen of amity park if you need me call for me and i will come for you. you will always A̵̢̡͉̩̼̠̯̳͓̹͖̯̟̗̓͌̂͋̽̋͒̒́̍̉̿̂̒̀̽͐̒̅l̷̢̨̨͔̖̮̹̮͉̰̟̲͔̗̠̯̹͕̳̙̀͂͌͗́̌̓̾̂͆͐̆̄͋̎͑̎̇̓̕w̸̧̩̝̫̜̙̽͑̒ͅͅǎ̴̢̢̢̲̮̤̠͇̘̹̻̱̰̭̦̤͍̮̹̇͋̃̈́́̏̓͛̕ÿ̸̢̛̠̤͎̫͕͓̗̝͙͍̭̤͈̞̇͛͋̇́͌̿̚��̢ș̶̛̛̌̌͗͗̽͆̂̎̆͆͐̎̽̓͘̚͜ have home here"

phantom spoke his peace and then just left just as suddenly as he appeared and no matter where they went or who they were they could always always call upon their hero

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Meanwhile constantine was absolutely bloody terrified it seemed that nearly every town he visited there was a young adult who had formed a pact with not a demon but a spirit from the infinite realms even he doesn't fuck with them too chaotic and unpredictable

And it's nit just some random spirit clamoring for power it's one that already has it from what he can tell just from the magic on them it's a powerful spirit with titles

This is bad he'd best inform the rest of the JLD

Tl;dr when ever one of the teens of amity park leaves the city the night before danny given them a blessing to call upon him cus they are his people

And John sees that somehow some random person in every single city has a way to contact some all mighty realms spirit

[hidedino]

my dissection of q!fit and q!pac's love languages how they lead to q!fit's insecurities.

pac's love language is gift giving. we could've observed this since the day of their first unofficial date when he'd given a rose to fit, albeit the whole idea was prompted by richas. but as their relationship had progressed, pac started showing this tendency more by himself. he kept confirming to fit that he was free to come and take anything from his storage system and also seemed happier than ever when fit had given him the wand he'd accidentally broken or the trident he didn't own until that point. even during the days leading up to the the confession pac was clearly very excited about fit giving him his leftover egg quest cookies and food on multiple occasions. and of course, there was the prison when pac kept giving fit roses or food items whenever he saw him. pac loves showing people how much he loves them by giving them items which he carefully chooses. he also feels overjoyed whenever he receives anything from fit, no matter what its value is because to him those gifts are the biggest affirmation of fit's love for him. and this is where fit's problem arrises.

fit's love language are positive affirmations. of course, he always gives a lot of support to all his friends, but even more so to pac. you can watch segments of compilations which are just 10 clips of fit shouting out every possible compliment at pac during a fight. he always throws in some whenever he hears pac self-deprecating himself or whenever he gets a chance to.

and then pac throws compliments back at him and suddenly he panics and laughts it off. because fit isn't used to receiving any positive affirmations and it pulls out his instincts of guarding himself from vulnerabilities. he becomes embarrassed and shy and turns them back at pac instead of accepting them.

so why does it seem like fit spends so much time by gathering and putting thought into every gift for pac when that isn't even his main love language? insecurities.

because he loves pac more than he loves himself. so he feeds into pac's love language like the amazing partner he is, but doesn't allow himself to let pac do the same.

one thing that had really struck me yesterday was how fit had mentioned he felt bad for not having given pac better gifts than pac got for him. he sees himself unworthy of pac's love because he feels like he can't prove to both himself and pac that he's good enough for him. he's unable to admit to himself that he doesn't need to compete for pac's love and that anything he does for pac only serves to make pac fall further in love with him.

so yes, sure, pac himself is quite insecure and fit is a great match for him in this regard as he naturally seeks to give him unprompted reassurance. but are we talking enough about fit's facade and how his emotional repression is still affecting him?

[sunlit-mess]

What’s your coziest headcannon regarding RadioApple?

uhm they spoil each other a lot.

[arom-antix]

Smash your competition, baby

Open for higher resolution Credit to @neon-garbage-angel for the idea Close-ups, explanation, design, and extras below the break

So there I was, innocently scrolling Tumblr on a Monday when someone reblogs a post of mine. I go to look and find tags on my Judas piece that immediately katapult me into this piece and, as is tradition for me, listening to the song that inspired this piece on repeat until I was done. Due to stuff, that took three whole days. I want to extend a formal thanks and a formal please I will never get this song out of my head, thank you for that but I also hate you a little bit /j to @neon-garbage-angel for introducing me to Gladiator by Jann. This is canon to me now.

And because I couldn't decide while I was drawing, I did a version where Viktor still has his long hair. However, when I was doing the design sheet and really thought hard about my decisions, the short-haired version makes more sense so that one got the top spot. But have the other version anyway!

Here are some promised close-ups because this thing got intricate. I should've known. I was surprised anyway.

And then last but certainly not least: Me being back on my bullshit! Here, have an extremely cramped design sheet! (I apologise to anyone using a screen reader in advance, I'll try my best with the ALT YuY)

[raynavan]

Love interpretations where Uxie accidentally looks at him. Even better that it’s in the icelands

(for day 20 of Sept-Ingo: lost)

[nunyverse-scribe]

Love Language Writing Prompts Part 3: Gift-Giving

“It’s hard to say ‘I love you’ so instead I…”

Pick up or grab cool trinkets for a loved one that loves building.

Purchase an item they noticed their friend eying the whole time while at the store.

Baking fav treats for a loved one when the loved one is sick/sad/etc.

Buy books related to a loved one’s specific interest(s) all the time.

A jewelry making character making a necklace with something reminiscent of them/the receiver/their dynamic with the receiver.

Parent characters getting the puppy for their kid.

Parent character purchasing classes for their kid that is really interested in honing a specific talent.

Pick up rocks or sticks or leaves they find that they think their loved one might like.

A child character making a cute card for their caretaker.

A caretaker character building a treehouse for their kid.

Getting a loved one their favorite snack that they haven’t had in a while.

An older sibling gifting to a younger sibling a childhood toy they really loved and cherished (and the little sibling taking extra great care of it).

A seamstress character taking old clothes of a loved one and turning it into either a big beautiful quilt or a new piece of clothing.

A character gifting a loved one a bike or skates or something in order to teach them how to do that thing.

Character that gives gifts to a loved one that is fighting back from relapse for every month that they are clean.

[takonxmz]

Prompt by @butterfliesandresistance: "Ratatouille au (who's under his hat? 👀) if you can make it xiyao, even better"

WHO COULD POSSIBLY BE UNDER JIN GUANGYAO'S HAT!!????

it's....

... COROCOROKURIRIN!!!!!!!!

Causing havoc for the ever poise Jin Guangyao (he's helping guys)!!!!!! 🐹🐹🐹

[inheartofwinter]

For @drarrymicrofic 's prompt "Midnight". G | 146.

in the first snow

It was three minutes till midnight. Draco hadn't slept yet. He was still waiting.

Harry had said he would come back this week. It was already Sunday, but Draco didn't mind. Harry had said he would come back, so he would definitely come back.

Draco stared at the snow gently covering the ground through the window. They were the first snow of the year. Harry had said he would watch the first snow with Draco.

The trees in the garden rustled despite there was no wind. Draco held his breath, his heart beat wildly.

The rustling got nearer and nearer, and then, a shadow tumbled out of the rose bushes.

Draco pushed the window open. Snow fell on his face, cold and refreshing.

Hearing the noise, the shadow looked up and smiled. "I'm back."

Draco threw himself out of the window, into Harry's arm. "Welcome back!"