#birthday threads

[asknoeloftheresistance]

Since Tomorrow is My Headcanon for Guinevere's Official Birthday, I will be primarily focused on that, So If Anyone wants to shoot me an ask or a thread, Please I Beg you go ahead! Just be sure to specify what time period it's in Season 1,Season 2,Season 3,Season 4,Season 5 or Kingdom Come, as well as your muse if you are a multi, Also, I'm not great at starters but I'll do my best if you give this a like and a comment, Same specifications apply! Anyways, Please take your time Don't Rush, and See you guys Tomorrow, or any other time! Hopefully.

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@thelegendofemrys

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[musescomefrompain]

@fleurceleste Liked for a birthday starter from Q

Quentin didn’t frequent the knowledge kid’s tree house very often. If he had nature based concerns, Josh and Kel were usually hanging somewhere around the Physical cottage. In a worst case scenario, Alice could walk him though anything. Sometimes he wondered how she hadn’t wound up a Knowledge kid (though knowing her discipline helped). Still... today wasn’t a day to stick close to home. No, made his way up the rope ladder stairs and found his way to Kel’s room before flopping heavily onto the end of her bed. 

“Can I just... like... hide out here for a while? Possibly all day?” He asked poking her foot over the covers. It was early enough that, were it not his birthday, he would have been fast asleep. As it was, he was sort of having an existential crisis about getting older. 

[misxnderstccd]

;; If anyone wants to do small birthday things, feel free to poke Newt. But his birthday isn’t important to him and he’s likely forgotten that today is his birthday so...>>”

[evasion-finalist]

Continued from here.

He should have expected as much… Richard was working away regardless of what the day was. Even if he could only stop him from an hour, it would be a small success, so long as the other enjoyed himself of course. Though… he might have some explaining to do when it came to what was directly behind him. Jude should probably get that out of the way first.

“If you don’t already know, then you’re about to find out.” did Richard forget? It was possible. Jude often forget his own himself. But it wouldn’t be long before the kings other friends would be so kind to remind him, so he had to get in while he had a chance. With the approval given, he gave a guilty smile because… he knew he was going to be lectured before anything could start.

Firstly-- “I… want to apologise first. I tried to make the rift destination a little more precise and it was supposed to bring me out there.” as he carefully pointed at the window, before slowly opening the door and stepping into the room. “But this happened instead?” revealing that instead of a hallway, there was a rift directly outside of the door, only inches away from the frame of it. 

“...what I want to show you is on the other side of it… s-so we should probably hurry… and you might want to bring your winter cloak?” he was asking for a lot, in his attempt to do something a little quicker he might have upset his friend a little-- the expression all over Jude’s face said as much for how bad he felt on that front, he couldn’t hide that.

[firstnamedirector]

@kingxfmischief

“If you came for the party, I hate to disappoint.”  He pulled his sidearm out, aiming best he could.  Trying to his damnedest to keep his hands steady and true.  “But I don’t think I saw your name on the guest list.”

[vanishcd]

“I don’t even know what I want.”

[musescomefrompain]

@erynlasgalenelvellon is getting a starter for Q’s Birthday

Q was surrounded by his friends in what Julia had finally agreed was an acceptable birthday party. Eliot held his hand under the table, Margo at his side. Julia had her arms around his neck as she stood behind him. Alice had taken time off from her Library adventures, Kady was kicked back in one of the sofa’s in the living room halfway to sleeping off an epic hangover, Josh had brought him cake he hoped would approach God level, and even Penny was there... mostly being a good boyfriend to Julia, but it still felt like some sort of progress between the two of them. It was the sort of birthday that Q could handle. Something that felt more like the early nights at the Physical Kid’s Cottage and less like the awkward parties Julia had thrown him over the years filed with potential hook ups and too much noise. 

As Josh sat the cake down in front of him at the table, Quentin couldn’t help but feel guilty for even having a birthday wish. But, he did. The same wish he had had since he was old enough to actually want anything in some sort of conceit way. 

I wish my life was a story book tale

And sure, maybe that fairy tale life felt a lot like the present, he still had to give his wish a go. Maybe just to give them all a break from the chaos of magic. 

He felt Eliot’s hand slip free of his, and was about to say something about it when he opened his eyes. He was still sitting at a table, but distinctly not the one he had just been preparing to eat cake at. No... he was somewhere he might have thought was Fillory, but it was too... delicate? Too perfect... If he didn’t know any better he would say he was in a Lord of The Rings book. 

He was lost... and then... a mother fucking Elf walked by. 

Yeah... there was no way this was a coincidence. 

[musescomefrompain]

rxnningfreetoday Sent a gift to Q from @especiallythequiet:

“Ah good, you’re here,” The creature said with an unusual sweetness, walking further into the living room and sitting down right beside Quentin–though the most remarkable thing may have been the large mylar Hello Kitty balloon that it handed over the ribbon of. They were so close their legs were touching but the Monster didn’t pay it any mind. “I heard that it is your birthday, and that friends get each other special gifts on those occasions. I could only think of one thing.” It smiled, touching Quentin on the shoulder, “I’m going to put myself away for the night and let you have your Eliot but only if you promise you won’t kill me when I come back tomorrow morning.” 

Quentin sat cross-legged at the window seat in the living room of the loft. Slowly Marina... or Kady... he wasn’t really sure whose loft it was at this point, but it was beginning to feel like a place that could be a home. Not like the Cottage had been... either of the cottages, but like Whitespire. Somewhere where he felt like a fixture instead of an accessory. He closed his eyes and ignored the single cupcake and candle Julia had left on the coffee table for him. He didn’t have time for a birthday and didn’t really feel like he had anything to celebrate. He was caught up in those thoughts when he felt that familiar static feeling that came just before the Moster’s arrival. 

He opened his eyes and looked up at the other when he felt their knees press together. Eliot’s long legs tucked up and mirroring his own posture and position as a balloon’s ribbon was pressed into his hand. He glanced up at the balloon and offered a small, put upon smile. He was about to say thank you when the creature began to speak. He waited and listened patiently knowing it was going to be more musing on how quaint humans were with their petty celebrations. 

And then he wasn’t. Quentin’s fingers slipped on their grasp of the balloon’s string for a moment as his breath caught in his chest. It felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the room... The monster was willing to give him back Eliot... just for a night? He wasn’t sure if that hurt more or less than the possibility of not seeing Eliot again until he could free him entirely. But this was Eliot, HIS Eliot. He would give heaven and hell for a single moment with him again. How could he say no?

“I...I...” He stammered as he tried to form actual words. “yes! I’ll do it. I... anything. You’ll let me see him, let him free for... I’ll do it. Whatever you need from me to promise, I’ll do it.” He replied eagerly eyes flooding with tears as he even thought of having Eliot... Just for a night.