#thank you for playing!

[arcadekitten]

It's Not Me, It's My 3-Year Gameiversary! ⭐️🏡💖

[grapenehifics]

For the keyword search game, may I have "red"? :D

Me: how often is 'red' going to come up, actually

Also me, after getting 17 results: Okay so apparently Anakin blushes a lot in this fic

“This okay?” Anakin asked.

“Wonderful. Thank you,” Obi-Wan said, and Anakin’s ears went red at even that faint praise, and he hurriedly pretended he wanted to wear his hair down all of a sudden for no particular reason and yanked his scrunchie out, shook his hair down around his shoulders, and slid the scrunchie onto his wrist.

“Look, you don’t have to…” Anakin spread his fingers out wide on the table between them. “…owe me for helping you. It’s my job.” He was very proud of himself for getting all the way through this sentence with only a slight bobble in the middle when he’d gotten distracted by the way Obi-Wan’s biceps shifted under his shirt sleeves as he crossed his arms over his chest.

(Send me an ask and I'll send you a snippet of one of my WIPs!)

[elisedonut]

I have a headcanon (from the sleepover thingy) where Percy can play quidditch just fine but doesn't because he has no time, like none at all.

Also, he definitely has to pull all-nighters to grasp certain concepts so that he can retain his know-it-all persona (this is said with love, and I may be projecting just a tad bit).

xoxo -Crow

I agree with this!

I love the concept that he'd love to play too but just knows he can't if he wants to actually make his dreams happen he needs to get top marks in every class he needs to be exceptional in school to jumpstart his career and he knows that being on the Quidditch team would take too much time away from studying

[mollywog]

trick or treat! 🧟‍♀️

Thanks for stopping by @adsosfraser! Have a treat!

🍬🍭🍫

From our Everlark outlander/Time-travel AU discussions, I was thinking about Jamie’s ghost(?) staring at Claire’s window at the beginning before she travels through the stones. So here’s my Appalachian version!

Peeta wakes to the crash of thunder as the overhead lights flicker out; he must have drifted off while reading. He should just go back to sleep but he’s never done well with storms before, even less so after the war.

He hadn’t heeded the proprietress’s warning when she’d said the power could be shoddy on this side of the mountain and he fumbles through the chest of drawers trying to remember which one holds the candles and matches.

With shaky hands he strikes a match, lighting the wick, quickly extinguished by the breeze from the open window. Cursing under his breath, he moves towards the fluttering curtains. He hates feeling closed in, but faced with no breeze or no light in a storm, the choice is simple.

He’s just reached the pane when a flash of lightning illuminates the town square outside and his motion stills; he could swear he just saw a figure, but anyone out in this weather must be mad!

Squinting into the darkness, the clock on the wall begins to chime. On the fourth bell, another bolt of lightning strikes impossibly close and his heart stops at the sight of the figure again: a woman, short and slight with a bow in hand, and two braids, one hanging over each shoulder.

The faint scent of honeysuckle mingles with the smell of rain and the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He doesn’t recognize her, but somehow he knows her.

She’s lost to the darkness once more as the square falls back into darkness. Thunder rolls as he fumbles with the matches, lighting the candle and holding it close to the glass; all in vain. At the twelfth stroke of the clock, lightning strikes a large tree several yards from his window; Peeta barely notices. His eyes are trapped in the silver gray gaze of the mysterious woman and with his candle lit, she must see him too. Her hand extends towards him and he wants nothing more than to close the distance between them despite the downpour, but then the light fades and by the time it flashes again, she’s gone.

[happypedrohours]

Hey loves! 🖤

I'd like to try and have a go at the writing game, see if it will kick start my creativity again! 🤞🏻

Not sure what's left, so I'll let you pick for me!

Thankies, love you! 🖤

Hi Jett!! 😃

As Mel explained to you in the DMs, all the items will always be available!! 😊

That said, a little birdie told me you chose D7… here you go: Pero Tovar & Poppy seed crackers

What an excellent choice! It will certainly have the favor of the Muses! 😃

Now let your imagination run wild and don't forget to tag your creation #happypedrohours when the event starts on June 21 (or before if you'd like to share it with us before)

[emotionalsupportsoccerball]

Congrats on 300!!

Can you do Jessie Fleming? 🥰

Jessie Fleming

Sorry did someone ask me to talk about Jessie Fleming??? UH YEAH FOR SURE I CAN DO THAT. Literal ray of sunshine, and thank you!! Happy to provide my hopefully entertaining soccer takes and updates lol. Honestly when I started this account, I just wanted to meet and interact with more people who love woso because I don’t have a lot of irl friends who are woso fans, and it has been so much fun to interact with people on here, my inbox is seriously always open.

ANYWAYS back to JFlem. Literally any picture where Jessie is smiling makes me melt like butter, but I’ve been obsessed with this one since it dropped with the jerseys! And you get a bonus because I’m fully in my JFlem era 😊

Fun Fact: Jessie’s favorite subject in school was science and art class which makes sense considering she graduated with a degree in materials engineering and a minor in environmental science, SMART and CUTE, get you a woman who can do both

[rememberwren]

4. For the ask game ☺️

4. An idea you haven’t written yet

CNC with canonically traumatized Ghost. Except he’s the one getting CNC’ed. Dunno if I have the balls to write it or the brains to see it to successful fruition though. Only time will tell!

Fic ask game

[theorist-fox]

Ooh, Questions!

🌋 one thing you wish you could be doing right now?

🥤 go-to drink (doesn’t have to be alcoholic!)

Sending you good thoughts on your thesis, when you return to it. 😄

Hello!!! 🥹🧡

🌋

🥃

[iridescentmyths]

She finally slept 🥺 thank you for letting her rest!

Pt. 2

[edwinspaynes]

I want to be reeeeeeally mean and ask for emma and julian, beach

Hi, @emmalovesfitzloved <3

"Will," Tessa laughed, sitting on top of a large, smooth rock. The waves lapped at her feet as she turned to look at her husband next to her. "Do you see those two hermit crabs?"

Will clicked his tongue. "I fear that the question is not whether or not I have seen the hermit crab - it is whether or not the hermit crabs have seen me. And I am quite fortunate that the answer seems to be a resounding 'no'-"

"Because otherwise, you should run off screaming like a girl Lucie's age? Really, Will, you ought to have more sense than a three year old."

"I do not, I'll have you know," he said. "Though perhaps we should give the crabs names..."

"Will, you cannot call them Claw and Clawdia," Tessa chided.

"What, and give them the same names as I bestowed upon last night's lobster dinner? Of course I would never do that. Too morbid."

Tessa arched her eyebrow.

"I was thinking of something rather mundane. Perhaps the girl crab can be Emma while the boy one is..." He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "Julian?"

Tessa reached down into the water and splashed Will. "You're being ridiculous," she said. "One cannot tell the gender of a hermit crab."

Will shrugged. "Alright, then, perhaps the female is Julian and the male is Emma, and you-"

Tessa splashed him again.

[krirebr]

for your moodboard game!!

curtis + gold + "my cold desire/to hear the boom, boom, boom of your heart"

Brandy! First of all, thanks for including the song! It sent me in a club kid direction, so here we are. I hope you like it! I was so excited to get to do something for my beloved Curtis. 💜

[arcadekitten]

Just finished blackout, and gotta ask

Is lucky canonically the goodest boy in every universe?

How could he not be!! Look at that sweet face!! That's the goodest boy I've ever known!!

[thursdayinspace]

Hii! A few words for the WIP guessing game: hand, hair, and office 💌

Thank you! <3 (I'm totally gonna cheat and post more than one sentence.)

for this ask game

Hand: (from a psychic!mulder fic)

She moves so they’re face to face and takes his head between her hands. “Look at me,” she says. “Into my eyes. Do you have a headache? Are you feeling dizzy? Nauseous?”

He knows the routine, she has checked him for concussion more times than he can count, so he patiently goes along with it. She seems to slowly relax as she checks him over and it calms him – the last thing he needs is to worry her even more.

Hair: (from a post-iwtb angsty thing):

It’s a dreary day and they’re wearing their jackets, wind whipping her hair around her face until she pulls her hood up, one hand cold, the other kept warm by his hand holding on tight. They’re looking out over the gray waves foaming their way towards the shore, and she turns to him, pulls at his hand until he looks at her.

“You have got to stop blaming yourself,” she tells him.

“You could be happy,” he says. “You could have a life.”

“But I wouldn’t have you.”

“There isn’t much to have with me, Scully.”

Office: (from the same post-iwtb fic as above):

Their eyes meet and beyond the need there’s something soft and vulnerable in his eyes. He looks so young. And she remembers the man in that basement office so many years ago, nobody down here but the FBI’s most unwanted, and that had been true, it hadn’t taken her long to figure it out. He’d felt unwanted for a long time. Not just by the FBI. He’d tried so hard to distract from it with his jokes, with all the flirting, with pretending he liked being a lone wolf. She hadn’t bought it for a second.

[elisedonut]

oooo for ship question 29, Oliver and Percy?

What is something they can never agree on? How do they meet in the middle?

I normally don't see them happening until at least a few years after the war when i do actually think about it so because of that I do feel like there isn't a ton of stuff like that

they're both pretty mature by that point and tend to only bicker a little over disagreements

like what food to eat when going out and such

i do think they disagree often on stuff regarding the other Weasley's though but that Oliver tends to stand down unless the situation gets really bad because at the end of the day that's still Percy's side of the family

I tend to give Oliver a good home life so he sometimes doesn't understand the Weasley dynamics and tends to think Percy should just apologize when it comes to things that are more like equal in blame and even when they're not

so for a few years its a bit of a soft spot they have to tip toe around when the family's fighting

it doesn't help that Oliver is also close with multiple other family members making any fights that break out worse

in his defense though he treats both sides the same way

if you are to blame you should apologize if everyone is everyone should

so it takes a few years for him to figure out that yeah sometimes fighting is necessary for change

but it does at times actually help too when the problem in question isn't actually a big deal forcing Percy to face them does make the fighting stop but doesn't tend to get to the actual problem and whoever is causing the problem tends to just start again

otherwise it's all just hypocritical "you need to maybe take a break so you don't die" back and forth

[waywardangel-wilds]

Hold

Yay! Thank you for sending this!

Hold:

I hold his hand with both of my own, slowly rubbing my fingers along the multitude of scars there. I don’t really know what to say. I don’t want to be quiet, but I also don’t have any words. It feels as if a lifetime of pain, confusion, and longing filled the space he left behind in his absence, and how could I even begin to broach that right now?

[dolores-hazy]

Chapped lips

Frigid kiss

Lips dried out

From bliss to chills

Heated thrills cooled

Creating creases cracking

There's a balm around here

I just know there is if only

It were where it's always been

Restore warmth to this skin

Mouth tingling for a silky glide

Salve me again