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ghostbsuter · 7 months

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John Constantine was in prison.

No, not a normal, mortal prison. Those wouldn't be able to hold him like this one does.

No, he's imprisoned in the Infinity Realm.

The warden of the establishment is Walker, someone whose blood sings Witch Hunter.

If that wasn't bad enough, with every second, it gets worse. Angels decided to interfere in a realm not in possession of their God.

Who's idea was it to go against the Infintiy Realm? Are they nuts?

"John Constantine," One of the messangers steps forward. There is no weapon in sight, yet.

"Under the scrutiny of Heaven, we were sent to retrieve you for a trial." Their voice clipped, blond hair shimmering a soft green and John is sweating buckets.

"Your deals with various demon folk and such shall be judged unter gods court and—"

A loud bang echoes through the hall, Walker's men are surrounding the beings of heaven and particular brave soul steps forward.

The lad is young, can't be older than Bat's Robin. He walks with an air of authority, white hair floating against gravity's rules and towering before the flock of messangers.

"How dare—"

The boy, the godling– growls.

He blocks their view of Constantine, staring them down.

Some of the angels fall back, wings arched and ready for a fight, weapons still not in sight however.

"I am Phantom, King of God's of the Infinity Realm." The child with a title too much for such small shoulders bear, introduces himself.

It sends the flock into mild panic. Constantine is just a bit satisfied at the change.

"Returns to your god and tell him this, every Constantine bearing the title Laughing Magician is under my protection."

For such a small stature, his voice is booming, the command thinly veiled as a threat and icicles forming around him.

"Tell him that if he ever dares to breach my territory once more, I will not hesitate to call war upon heaven."

The main angel of the flock, the one that had read out Constantines sentence, hesitated only for a moment before urging the others to leave.

Posture stiff and movements jerky.

They didn't expect to be told off like this, John muses.

He only slightly dreads when phantoms attention drifts to him finally, a light knock on the metal bars and the whole wall was gone.

"Follow me, John Constantine."

And John does.

He'll sweet talk himself out of this on the way to his doom. Like always.

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("Unpopular belief, but I actually quite like you." Danny had stated once in the garden, sitting on a table and drinking tea. John hadn't touched his cup nor desert at all, cannot trust those of the infinite after all.)

(A rip into the green before them had created a portal, a gateway.

"Leave, Laughing Magician. Hold onto that necklace, it will ward off anyone with the intent to harm and deals as a warning to those working for the immortal."

And as John steps forward, his eyes meet toxic green.

"We will see one another again, sooner or later. Farewell, Jester."

The portal spat him out in his apartment in New York, if it wasn't for the protection charm, Constantine would have believed it to be a mere dream. A warning.)

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #let me share my world builidng here #implied that god in constantine is one of the kings #there are many king of gods #theyre usually the leaders of a realm and together create the council of Yggdrasil #god wants to have words with Constantine #u guys can decide whats up with heaven to have beef with connie #connie is dannys favorite to watcg #this mans life is a shit show #dannys eating sm popcorn #wdym GOD wants his man??? aint no way hes getting whats MINE #-danny #god may have created everyhting they know #might be older than time itself #but they are not older than the infinite #the realms of the unruly #the glue between everything that is to exist and has already been done #god cant fight what is not theirs #every realms of king of gods is just a masisve dick measure contest tbf

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lokiswifeduh · 2 months

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Long Night

Pairings - Roommate!tfatws!Bucky x Fem!Roommate!Reader

Summary - You've been stood up twice in a row now. Bucky is tired of seeing you disappointed. So he takes you on a date.

Warnings - angst, being stood up, angry/annoyed bucky

Notes - I'm horrible at summaries, I know!! This happened to me a couple days ago, wishing I had a Bucky to take me on a date in Brooklyn right about now! Not proofread so lmk if there are any mistakes! Thank you for reading loves!!

WC - 1,750

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"Whatcha gettin' ready for, doll?" Bucky leaned on your bedroom doorframe, watching you straighten your hair in the mirror on top of your dresser.

"I have a date." You smiled, not noticing the slight drop in Bucky's smile.

"Oh, with anyone I know?"

You shook your head. "His name's Nash. Someone Sam set me up with," You explained. "He's supposed to pick me up in twenty minutes."

Bucky internally rolled his eyes. The guys Sam hung around with were nice, yes. However, he never got the guts to take you out on the date you deserved. A date with him.

"Are you sure you want him picking you up?" Bucky asked, making you look back in confusion. "I mean you don't know him that well... You could meet him there or uh, I'll drop you off." You let out a small laugh, "Yeah Buck, I'll just have my male roommate drop me off at a date, that'll go over well."

Bucky shrugged. He walked away from your bedroom to grab a beer from the fridge before sitting on the couch. He turned on whatever channel didn't require him to use the remote too much before slouching into the cushions.

Twenty minutes passed by when you slipped out of your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.

"Wow, doll. You.." Bucky's eyes widened slightly, "You look great."

You grinned, looking down at your outfit. It was basic but it was the most comfortable yet fashionable outfit you had. Black flared leggings with a sage green sweater and some white sneakers. It was simple yet appropriate for a late-night-diner date.

And to top it all off your makeup had cooperated for once. Both eyebrows looked like twins and not sisters. Your highlight was perfect, shimmering, but not too much. And you had the perfect lipgloss that made your lips look sunkissed. Perfect.

"He should be here any minute!" You sprayed some perfume, your favorite vanilla scent, and went to sit in the armchair across from the couch.

Bucky hummed, keeping his eyes on the Tv, taking another sip of beer.

However, twenty more minutes went by and Nash hadn't texted you, hadn't called, and hadn't shown up. Bucky was starting to feel bad and you could tell by the pity looks he kept throwing your way.

"He uhm," Bucky cleared his throat, "Maybe he hit traffic. You know, with it being New York and everything." You nodded, trying to hold onto at least a small bit of hope. "Yeah, traffic." But then another forty minutes went by and he still hadn't even texted.

And then another hour.

And another hour.

By the time Bucky finally turned off the Tv it was three and a half hours since the time Nash was supposed to come pick you up.

You were still sitting in the armchair, having dozed off with a couple tears streaked down your face. Ruining your once-perfect makeup.

Bucky sighed, silently cursing Sam even though he knew it wasn't his fault.

"Alright, doll," Bucky whispered, placing his metal arm behind your back, and lifting your legs with his right. You groaned awake, holding your phone in your palm as you wiped your cheek. "What time is it?" Your eyes shoot open, "Did he show up?" Bucky placed you in your bed, handing you one of his t-shirts you had stolen a while ago. "No, doll. I'm sorry." You stripped your shirt off to change as Bucky went into your bathroom, grabbing a couple of makeup wipes.

"Here." He softly spoke, hating your distraught and disappointed expression.

You wiped your makeup off, shedding a couple more tears in the process. The tears dripped from your cheek to the grey henley Bucky had given you. "It's okay. Maybe he was just busy." Bucky wanted to roll his eyes. He wanted to tell you that any respectful man, any gentleman wouldn't have done what Nash did to you. But he kept his mouth shut, opting to hum in your favor, and threw the makeup wipes in the trash when your face was completely bare.

"Goodnight, Doll." He placed a kiss on the crown of your head as you hummed in response. "Goodnight, Buck."

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A couple days later, you finally got a text back from Nash.

"Bucky I was right!!" You came sliding into the kitchen, your socks making it easy to ice-skate on the smooth wood floor.

Bucky chuckled at your ability to skid so gracefully without falling. He had tried it once but vowed to never do it again after he slid into the dining room table. You would never let him live it down.

"Right about what, doll?" Bucky flipped the pancake, adding some vanilla to the dough.

"About Nash! He actually was busy!" Bucky quirked an eyebrow. Wondering why he had waited this long to text you back. Six days to be exact. "Did he say with what?" Bucky turned back to making breakfast.

"He said he got busy with work, and that something at work pissed him off so he didn't wanna see me while he was upset." You explained what Nash had told you.

Bucky had never wanted to hit someone in the face so hard.

Well, actually that wasn't true. But he did want to sock Nash in the face for standing you up and giving you a half-ass excuse days later.

"I mean that explains things, yeah..." Your brows furrowed at Bucky's flat tone. "Do you not believe it?" Bucky sighed, pulling the milk and eggs from the fridge as you sat on the countertop. "It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that it kinda seems like he forgot and or didn't wanna see you so he made up an excuse a little less than a week later to not seem like a dick." You nodded, taking in the information. Bucky couldn't sense your reaction quite yet, seeing how you were just staring at the ground with your hands in your lap, swinging your legs in the air.

"I mean, I'm seeing him tonight. If everything goes well after then I'll know it really was true."

"You're seeing him again?" You nod, "But this time I'm meeting him at the fourth corner Bakery. And I'm meeting him earlier this time, around noon."

Bucky looked over at the clock, seeing it was already 10:45. "Well you better go get ready," He said almost reluctantly, "Breakfast will be done before you need to leave."

You smiled, hopping off the countertop as you gave Bucky a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Buck. You're the best!"

He smiled, but then remembered he's only making you breakfast before you go on a date with a guy who's already stood you up once. Rolling his eyes, he scrambled the eyes, listening to your music in the other room.

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You had already left for your date three hours ago when Bucky decided to go over to see Sam. His excuse was wanting to discuss the next mission they were due to go on in a week. But he just didn't want to sit at home all day, thinking about how you were on a date with another guy.

However, before he could reach Sam's he had to pass by the bakery where you were meeting Nash.

Yet when he looked through the window, there you were, sitting all alone at a table for two, eating a piece of cheesecake. No Nash in sight.

An internal war started in Bucky's mind. Should he go in and see if you were okay? Or should he believe Nash was in the bathroom and you were just sitting by yourself for a minute or two?

But then he noticed the solemn look on your face. The way your fork poked at the half-eaten cake. And that was your favorite kind. Bucky mumbled a soft curse, opening the door to the bakery and making his way over to you.

Without words, he sat down, his gloved hand resting on the table in front of your plate. You kept your head down, not quite looking at Bucky but knowing he was there.

"He didn't show, again." You mumbled. If Bucky didn't have super soldier hearing he doubted he could've heard what you had said.

"I know, doll. I'm sorry." You finally looked up, tears in your eyes which made Bucky's heart clench. "Why me, Buck? Why am I the one who's alone?" Bucky stayed silent, knowing you needed to vent.

"Am I unlovable? Is that what it is? Why does every single one of my friends get to find the one? Get to fall in love, get married, and have kids and I'm the one without someone?!" Your outburst made some other customers look over in concern.

You groaned, resting your head on your hand and hiding your face from the rest of the bakery. "I- uh, I'm not sure, doll. But I know one thing.. you're not unlovable. You just haven't found the one who wants to take the effort to show you how effortless you are to love."

You looked up at Bucky, fresh tears gleaming in your eyes. You had never seen him look so vulnerable before. He usually grumped his way through emotions. But not with you, not anymore.

He gave you a sad smile, clearing his throat before he stood, "Y'know what, doll. Let's go." He held out his hand. You looked around, "Where are we going?" Bucky took your palm in his gloved hand, "It's a surprise." You laughed, before standing and throwing the rest of your soggy cheesecake away. "You know how I feel about surprises." "Okay, I'll give you a hint." Bucky opened the door for you, making sure to walk on the side of the road with the bustling cars and traffic. Bucky called a taxi, opening the door for you. "You're about to have the best date of your life." You stared at him in awe before laughing and climbing in the taxi. Bucky's knees barely fit as he scooted in next to you. The driver asked where to go as Bucky licked his lips, "Brooklyn, please." You smiled, "Brooklyn?"

Bucky nodded, throwing an arm around your shoulder. "I may be old but I still know some good spots to take my best girl on a date." A blush rose to your cheeks as you looked over to him. "Your best girl?" Bucky nodded, picking up your hand with his metal one before leaving a soft kiss on your knuckles. "Always and forever, doll."

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tippenfunkaport · 24 days

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I like to headcanon that Melog is just the biggest busybody. It's been bored and alone on a dead planet for decades with no one to talk to, the mundane day to day drama of other people is such a novelty to it, it can't get enough. Plus it can become invisible and doesn't have a great grasp of privacy so it's forever listening in on conversations and generally getting way too invested in everyone's personal business.

Which means Catra, to her vast dismay, knows everyone's secrets. She would really REALLY rather not and has tried to teach Melog about boundaries but the creature does what it wants. But it means that sometimes she finds out about some misunderstanding or missed connection going on that is so downright stupid that it's just going to drive her nuts if she lets it continue so she begrudgingly has to insert herself into this drama to match-make or clear up an argument literally just so she doesn't have to hear about it anymore.

Which means, to her absolute horror she gets this reputation of being near psychic, so good at resolving personal drama that people come to her with their problems no matter how she tries to deter them and meanwhile it's really because Tealog over here is addicted to gossip.

#catra as reluctant columbo au #Tealog is my daughter's joke #credit where it's due #right after the finale she used to write these journal entries from Melog's POV that started with 'What's the tea-log?'#because she is far funnier than all of us #melog watching glimbow confess in The Heart Part 1 while eating metaphoric popcorn #beaming this piping hot dish directly to Catra while she is trying to save her girlfriend / the universe #catra leave melog on read #spop #catra #she ra #headcanon #melog #shera

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autumnwoodsdreamer · 1 year

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I love it when fic writers go full on DVD Bonus Features Interview in their author’s notes

#go on. sit on your flimsy director’s chair and tell me everything about why and how you did the thing. I’ve still got popcorn #writing #writer #writers #fanfiction #fanfic writers #fanfiction writers #ao3

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pupyr0arz · 6 days

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what the two of you had back then wasn’t love. You don’t know a teen who could properly understand the magnitude of ‘love’ anyways, even Johnny ‘perfect since birth’ MacTavish. Teens are, mostly, awkward, strange creatures unable to voice their feelings without falling into pieces because they’re properly building them for the first time. Teens don’t understand love, they just make it and then they have to live with the consequences of that for the rest of their lives.

you would’ve liked a disclaimer, but no one ever actually reads those, so it’s a moot point.

what the two of you have as adults is the more comforting reality, the familiarity of anonymity. It’s where you can pretend love isn’t baring the quick of your marrow and peeling away your layers to sharp eyes, but gentle acquiesced and a little push pull game of dove and hawk. The chase you are accustomed to setting and pulling and rigging, the rush of adrenaline that satisfies both customers. He isn’t Johnny, he’s MacTavish, soldier, in your area and apparently DTF.

whats a handsome lad like you doin rn and why isn’t it me? ;)

MacTavish doesn’t recognize you for a second. You feel a bit of relief, and despite yourself a bit of disappointment. Is it playing with fire to respond? Definitely. This really isn’t a decision you should be making when you’re less than sober and melancholy at a shitty too loud bar. But your best friend is off on his honeymoon and you’re lonely and MacTavish was a surprisingly good lay back in the day.

#Snippet #.bark #cod x reader #soap x reader #while I write to color here’s some popcorn #Soap #cod #writing #Male reader #cod x male reader #Reader has interesting ideas.

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dizscreams · 1 year

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Hello! I’m a new follower and I think you’re an awesome writer, and I love your stories! Could you possibly do a Sam carpenter x fem reader that takes place in scream 6 where during the attack in the apartment the reader gets badly injured (doesn’t die) or something like that and then Sam like is really protective after that? If not that’s perfectly fine!! ❤️❤️

ty lovely you’re very sweet! I hope you enjoy :)

Still Alive — Sam Carpenter ★

PAIRING: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

A/N: a new Sam fic is due babes 😌 i also loveee the middle pic sm it gives me such her vibes like hello? 🤭 ALSO I KIND OF WENT OFF TRACK IM SORRYYY

You can’t focus, your surroundings are far too overwhelming. Sam and Mindy just made it across the ladder and they’re yelling trying to rush you across, Anika is on the bed with her organs practically spilling out, and you’re trying to crawl across a ladder from extremely high up with an injured arm and an injured leg.

Tara and Chad had managed to run out of the apartment, Mindy got her arm slashed, and Anika got a brutal attack to her abdomen. You got attacked trying to protect your lovely girlfriend, Sam. It was worth it though since she didn’t get hurt at all. It would all be worth it, all you have to do is successfully make it to the other side.

“Y/n, come on!”

“You can do it, baby!”

“Hurry!”

You grunted and crawled faster, Anika’s cries from the bedroom and the encouraging yells from your friends motivated you. “Just look at me, y/n. Focus on me,” Sam said while reaching out to you. You shakily grabbed her hand and she pulled you across. Danny, the neighbor, picked you up and helped you through the window. Once your feet landed on the ground you broke into a sob and crashed into Sam’s arms.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you. Everything’s okay,” she told you while rubbing your back soothingly. She’d never tell you but she was terrified you wouldn’t make it. She couldn’t lose the love of her life, she wouldn’t be able to make it. She’s not sure what’d she do if she lost you, but she does know she wouldn’t sleep until the Ghostface that killed you was in the ground. There was no need to worry about that though cause you weren’t dead, you were alive and breathing and she’d go out of her way to make sure you stayed that way.

Sam was brought out of her thoughts by Danny, Mindy, and yourself shouting at a struggling Anika on the ladder. She was shaking, the poor girl was bleeding everywhere and Sam’s anxiety suddenly spiked. “Anika, you have to move right now!” Mindy yelled, “Cmon Anika! You can do it!” You followed. Sam watched with wide fearful eyes as Ghostface slammed his knife in the windowsill and gripped the ladder Anika was slowly crawling across. She muttered a curse and rushed to the window.

“Anika! You have to hurry!”

Anika looked behind to see Ghostface with the ladder in hand and started screaming, “No! No! Guys I can’t do it!”

“You can, Anika!”

Ghostface started moving the ladder quickly. Anika started violently shaking and rattling on it, she was going to fall. “Anika move, I’ll grab your hand!” Sam yelled at the girl. Anika’s sobs restricted her from responding but she sluggishly moved towards the other side. Ghostface started moving the ladder from side to side causing Anika to shake rapidly. Mindys heart dropped at the realization that her girlfriend was making this out alive.

“Baby I don’t want to die!” Anika yelled at her girlfriend. “You wont!” Mindy sobbed. “Grab my hand Anika!” Sam shouted since the girl was in reach. Anika reached out, one hand no longer on the ladder and Ghostface takes this opportunity to roughly lift and then tilt the ladder to the side. Anika fell to the ground with a blood curdling scream.

The world went quiet for a moment, you looked between Anika’s dead body and the Ghostface on the other side. He took his knife and left the scene. Mindy dropped to the ground sobbing and you kneeled down to comfort her. Sams eyes flashed with anger just thinking about the killer and their stupid plans. She was going to finish this, she was going to end the endless suffering Ghostface caused.

She needed to protect the ones she loved. She would do anything. “Come on the police are here,” Danny said quietly. You nod and helped Mindy stand up. You interlock arms with her and Sam grabs your free hand, you give her a small smile before you start walking.

It was the next morning and you guys were sitting in an ambulance while the police searched the apartment. Mindy was wrapped in a blanket with Taras head on her shoulder, Chad had his arms crossed while he stood protectively in front on the vehicle’s doors, and you were standing with Sam near the alley. She had her arms wrapped around you and her head on yours. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Ethan ducking under the caution tape, just as you were about to go up to him Chad beat you to it.

Chad slammed him against a news van and asked him a few questions before Ethan saw you. Chad let him go and Ethan quickly went up to you. “Y/n, I’m so sorry-”

“Stay the fuck away from her,” Sam told him while getting in between the two of you. You put a comforting hand on Sam’s shoulder, “It’s okay, Sam,” you turned to Ethan, “Where the fuck were you though? What happened to studying, Ethan?” You asked sternly. He was suspicious. “I-I’m sorry I got caught up at econ. I tried calling, but you didn’t answer..” he stammered. You eyed him up and down then looked at Sam’s cold expression. Looking back at the boy you nodded in understanding, “It’s fine.”

He looked at you apologetically and went over to Chad and the others. They treated him the same way you did, like a number one suspect. You turned to Sam and hugged her, “Thank you.” She stumbled back a bit, stunned at the impact, “For what?” she asked you. “For always having my back.”

She smiled and hugged you back carefully so she didn’t injure you further, “You’re welcome.”

You were too good for this world, too good for her, too good to be hunted down by a serial killer. You didn’t deserve any of this shit. Sam gritted her teeth at the thought of you getting hurt again. That asshole was going to be put 6 feet under and she’d make sure of it. She’d do it herself.

#grab your popcorn i did my dizzy thing i do where i go off track of the request but #it’s okay cause I think I like this #not proofread #ofc #dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫#scream 6 #samantha carpenter #sam carpenter #samantha carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x reader #sam loomis #samantha loomis #ethan landry #tara carpenter #anika kayoko #chad meeks #Mindy meeks

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inkskinned · 1 year

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it's not always going to make sense, and it's going to be hard, and the way that you feel her push through your ribs will make the rest of you ravenous. you will be standing in your tiny kitchen looking down at your feet and the loneliness will spray in buckshot over your whole life until you are a crimescene and you will still have to remember to get groceries. you will think about her hair, the wheat, how she has stained your life in yellow, and how before her you were almost-happy but now somehow you are starving. you will think of her weight in your hands and over your skin and her impossible grin. you will want to force your entire fist into your hand and bite down, but you won't, because you're an adult, and you only cry at funerals. so much of her reminds you of fire; the shock of her hair and the swordblade of her laughter - so you sigh and drink water instead. you have emails to send around the shape of her. you have chores to do that avoid remembering the last time she held you. you have to take the trash out and avoid the sensation that she is hanging in the air, all that desire in the back of your throat. you will have to apologize to your dog. i promise. i'm trying. the way you want her is almost reverent, an amber crescent. she has annexed the whole apartment, has made her way under your fingernails. and yet you still have to pay rent. you still have to pay bills.

#writeblr #>:(#i keep!!! fucking!!! burning my popcorn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#AND I DON'T KNOW WHY!!!!!!! IT JUST KEEPS BURNING!!!!#I HAVE TRIED EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#I FUCKING R E S I D E NEAR THE MICROWAVE AT THIS POINT. RAVENOUS INDEED!!! JUST GIVE ME MY FUCKING SALT FIXATION #the only thing left i hadn't tried!!!! was writing a fucking passive aggressive poem about it!!!#(goblin currently expressing his Doubt At My Cooking by skulking quietly off to the Other Room)#but yeah i mean uhhhh death of the author actually this poem is about whomever u were thinking about #and it's actually about u #edit in the tags: it's also about love just fyi. u know when u burn ur popcorn n ur like.#''no one loves me and im going to die alone''#if ur relating to this ur supposed to relate to it

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drones-of-innocence · 1 year

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One headcanon that I never thought to clarify is that Mario refers to Peach as "Princess," because that's how he thinks you're supposed to address a princess. What he means to say is "your Highness," but he doesn't know you're supposed to say that because specific rules of formality like that go above his head. He's just a guy who's never met a Princess before.

So when Peach starts gently hinting that she'd like to be called by her name, this kind of startles Mario because isn't there like another step in there somewhere? With normal people, at least where he's from, there's only one step of formality; by addressing them with Mr./Ms. and their last name or just sir/ma'am, which then progresses to first name. But with a whole princess, in his mind, wouldn't there be three tiers of formality? Or four? After "your Highness," then "Princess," shouldn't it be "Ms. Toadstool," and THEN "Peach?" Like he thought they were nowhere near first-name basis.

Meanwhile Luigi's chilling and maybe even calls her by a nickname sometimes. He and Peach privately think it's sweet that Mario tries so hard to be polite but also it's just funny.

#Mario is galaxy brain #He could probably invent a whole fifth tier of formality too #It's amazing what a raging crush will do to your logic #Luigi just sits back and eats popcorn #Watching these two goofballs dance around each other #Anyway hi my name is Drones and I write Mario fanfic #This hc is always present but unsaid in my fics #Most of them anyway #These are my blorbos and I love them #Mario #Luigi #Princess Peach #Mareach #Silly thoughts

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marlynnofmany · 23 days

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"No, Faerie, you can't have my firstborn because a daemon has a lien on it. You can subordinate to theirs to get my second, you can have them subordinate for the second, or find some way to share up to two children as-yet-unborn. Or, you can not offer me such things..."

A.K.A. prelude to the worst/best second "mortgage" negotiations ever

P.S. the collateral is their soul, so having one child is already expected

That's a scenario rife with possibilities! Everybody involved seems up on their laws and loopholes -- at least according to their own people's customs. I wonder if there's wiggle room in the interpretation somewhere.

Does adoption count? Do the kids have to be 100% human? Can the human go sign a third contract with something scary who thinks it would be a hoot to be legally some human's child, then get a chance to wreak havoc in another realm?

(And if the kid has to be the human's biological child, what if that human seduces the boss of one of the other two? Or them?)

There are many ways this could get far messier than any of them signed up for.

#breaking out the popcorn #writing prompts #loopholes #firstborn #thinking outside the box

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adreamoverlife · 5 months

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Since Sam and Dean beat the shit out of God first, Michael thinks it’s only fair that since he was robbed of his revenge the only thing he can do in retaliation is going down to hell and finding John Winchester and just letting Adam go fucking crazy. Can you imagine. All this time Adam was left behind and forgotten and now he’s the one who gets to land the first punch. It’s poetic, it’s hilarious and it can still happen. Jensen Ackles let me into your house we need to talk I have a proposition for you- *GUNSHOT*

#adam beating the shit out of John:#michael absolutely chowing down on popcorn: use the chair!#let ME into the writing room of the spn revival #I am SO sane and can definitely be trusted #midam #michael spn #adam milligan

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jesushchristmunson · 2 years

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doing another popcorn/telephone fic because i’m now addicted to doing it. i can’t stop.

@beelzeb0t let’s do this!!!

Steddie

ship: steve and eddie

warnings: sfw agere, autism, meltdown.

DNI IF KINK, NSFW, ANTI AGERE, DONT BE HERE IF YOURE A BAD PERSON

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Steve and Eddie had decided to go to the mall, Eddie had been feeling alright, he wasn’t too worked up or anything, his autism wasn’t fighting him.

Eddie was having a good time, they had gone into some shops that Eddie had asked to go into, Steve asked to go in some stores he wanted to, and all was fine, until they arrived at Hollister.

The darkness of the store, mixed with the extremely loud music. It scared Eddie. He tried to stay calm, he wanted Steve to be able to do his own shopping, Steve had so nicely let Eddie go in all the stores he wanted to go in, so he just had to do the same for Steve.

He hesitated before walking in. The darkness made his eyes hurt, every chance he got, like when Steve stopped to look at something, Eddie would shut his eyes. But that didn’t get rid of the noise. It was so loud. He liked loud music, but when he chooses to have it on. He didn’t agree to have loud music right now.

All of a sudden it just got to be too much for Eddie. His eyes started watering, he didn’t want to embarrass Steve in the mall, he really didn’t, but he couldn’t stop it from happening.

He fell to the ground, tucking his knees up to his chest, putting his head in his knees, and covering his ears with his hands.

“Ed’s, hey, what’s going on?” Steve was concerned, he didn’t even realize how triggering this environment was, until it was too late. “Oh, we gotta get you out of here. Let’s go sit somewhere else.” Steve tried to grab Eddie’s arm to get him to walk out of the store with him, but he was firmly staying on the floor, not moving.

#steddie #little!eddie #cg!steve #autism #autistic eddie munson #popcorn writing #telephone fics #stranger things

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"That's all, thank you, Bruce." Jazz could cry from joy and grief, their uncle was so kind to take them in after she'd got danny and herself out of that house.

"Of course, if you need anything else, don't hesitate."

Danny perks up at that, jumping away from his seat and rounding on the man.

"You got an empty meeting room I could borrow? I have to prepare a court meeting."

Surprise colours Bruce and he's quick to smile.

"Of course, Alfred can lead you to it, but out of curiosity. What court meeting?"

Blinking confused, Danny turns to jazz. "I thought you told him everything?"

Jazz blinks back, just as confused. "I did? I covered the ghost situation, the government, and our parents. Was there more?"

Clarity rains on Danny in small steps, he curses, hand already pulling out a dollar and giving it to Alfred.

"Okay– jazz you should sit down."

"What? Why?? Danny?"

She was ushered to his previous seating place, Bruce and Tim watching, calculating.

"Okay so, don't kill me for this. I might have forgotten to tell you something."

Alarmed, Jazz attempted to stand up but was pushed down once more.

"Remember the big bad evil king I fought and won against?"

"Yes?"

"It was right of conquest. Congrats, your a princess."

Her brain shortcuts, it takes a moment for her to reboot.

("Undead royalty. Huh, that's a new one."

Bruce sighs at Tims comment, fingers pinching his nose.)

"You're a prince." She observes, slow.

"Yep."

"And you forgot to mention it."

"Yep..."

"I want to see the castle and have a week of vacation. You're going to introduce me to all your court members and give me a full tour of your apparently new dimension." It's not a request nor a demand, she's getting it.

Danny won't be denying her that.

"Planned and dealt, anything else, Princess Jasmine?"

She scruncles her nose and gives him a shove.

"Never call me that again."

"Yes ma'am, supreme sister of all."

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #Danny forgot to tell jazz hes high prince #congrats sister your a princess sister now #THE princess siter #pls dont kill me - danny #bruce and tim are watching with popcorn #fuck we have royalty what do we do #but thats also my nephew and niece shit #batman mode cant handle this as bruce nor brucie

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