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urfriendlywriter · 1 month
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'okokok x lalala' love prompts:
(req by @fordo-wifey | usually I'd be like 'me when' or 'god, when is it my turn' but nowadays.. > < feel free to usee n yall better be tagging ME!!! i love LOVE love reading yalls stuff :) )
adoring whenever the other person snuggles closer and talks about their day
the talkative person lighting up an entire room with their personality and their silent partner proudly watching them <3
"do you want to just rant, or do you want me to give you a solution?"
the lalala person defending their okokok partner when they don't defend themselves.
"oh.. this is.. the wrong order.. it's fine-" "excuse me, yeah, you got my partner the wrong order, could you please get the right one? thank you :)"
"you've been too quiet today, what's on your mind, sweetheart?"
"i feel like i talk too much sometimes..." "love, my dear, it is when you remain silent, the world becomes deafening to me. so please, don't ever think that."
"i see you. i see you, always have, always will." "oh." (my bff said this to me. i cRIED)
the quiet person looking a bit too down and their loud partner doing everything in their ability to cheer them up
orr the loud person losing their shine and the quiet person's world is crumbling down
picking up on each other's mannerisms and when the loud person sees their introverted partner do something out of character, they smilee endeared <333
when the quiet person opens up to their partner, they are ready to embrace them and be all ears for their love ::))
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bet-on-me-13 · 25 days
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Wes ruins everything
Wes had finally done it, he had finally realized why nobody ever belived him about Fenton and Phantom! It made so much sense now, he had been looking for an answer for years, thinking he was going crazy because everybody refused to see the Obvious!
He was Cursed!
He literally had an Ancestoral Curse on his Bloodline that made it so that all those born with the gift of Prophecy would be ignored! A Gift of Prophecy that he apparently had.
It was Cassandra's Curse, the one from Greek Myths. Apparently she was his Great×1000 Grandmother and passed down the Gift (and Curse) of Prophecy to him. And he knew how to break it!
All he needed to do was gather the right resources, chant the correct incantations, make sure not to accidentally summon a Demon in the process, and he could just foist the Curse onto some other poor schmuck. Sure it would suck for them, and he would loose his Gift of Prophecy, but Wes had been ignored for Years at this point, he needed validation!
So he did the Ritual, and he didn't mess it up, and he managed to get rid of the Curse.
Now all he had to do was convince everybody that he was right for the first time in his life! This was going to be great!
...
Cass didn't know what was going on.
A while ago, she had started getting these...gut feelings that she couldn't explain.
She would look over the details of a Case her Family was working on, and see a patern that the others were seemingly ignoring. Like when she realized that The Penguin was about to raid the Docks on the East Side, but the others were convinced it was going to be on the West.
But when she had tried to tell them, they had brushed her off. "We've already concluded that he will begin the Raid on the West side, no need to go to the East."
She had gone anyways, and low and behold she had been right. But nobody even acknowledged that she had been right at all, they had just wondered how they had missed the signs, not even questioning how she had known.
It wasn't limited to Cases either. Even small things, like telling her brother's where the TV remote was were brushed off, and hours later they would still be looking, never even having checked where she told them.
It seemed that no matter what, nobody cared about her point of view anymore. They kept brushing her off, telling her she was wrong, actively ignoring her ideas.
And it was getting worse. They were starting to ignore her more and more, forgetting she was in the room, not calling her down for Dinner, even forgetting to check in on her during Patrol.
She knew that there must be something going on, Magical or otherwise, but when she tried bringing it up with her Dad or JLD, they would also Brush her off.
Her Family was forgetting her. And they didn't even realize it.
...
Danny was not okay at the moment.
When he had gone to school a few weeks ago and noticed everybody staring at him, he didn't give it much thought. Maybe Dash or Paulina had spread another Rumor about him again, not too out of the ordinary.
When his name had been called over the Intercom, he hadn't thought much of that either. His grades were falling even more than usual, so he assumed his Guidance Counselor wanted to have another talk with him.
When he walked into the Principals Office to see both of his Parents and some GIW Agents, that's when he realized something big must have happened.
He didn't have much of a chance to react when the Shields went up, but he did react when the first Ecto-Blast scorched the wall behind him. His Parents began to scream at him as they fired their Blasters, something about replacing somebody? He didn't know, he was pretty preoccupied at the moment.
It took more effort than he cared to admit to escape the Room, but a stray shot to the hidden Shield Projector under the Principals Desk proved to be his saving grace. Unfortunately the moment he escaped the Office, he was met with a veritable Army of GIW Agents, all armed to the Teeth with Weapons he had never even seen before.
He managed to get away for a moment, hiding in the Bathroom as the Agents chasing him passed it by. That's when he met Wes.
He obviously hadn't been expecting him, but the moment he saw him Wes put on a smug look. "Oh hi Fenton, trying to get away from the other students?"
Danny had replied with confusion, "What the hell are you talking about?!"
"I finally managed to convince everybody about you, now everyone knows that you're Phantom! I'll bet you're hiding from all of the other Students hounding you for questions right?"
"...it was you?"
"Yeah, so? I finally get to be right!"
"...You absolute MORON-"
That was the last Danny got to say to Wes before an Ecto-Blast launched him through a Wall, seeing his face morph into a look of Shock just before the dust cloud covered it up.
Since that day, Danny had been on the Run. Nowhere was safe anymore now that the GIW knew both his Human and Ghost's faces, but he had to keep running. He crossed state Lines already, and was on his way to the next Ecto-Rich City he could sense, somewhere in New Jersey.
He cursed his Fenton Luck every day. Why had everybody believed Wes this time?! Nobody had ever belived him before, nobody even seemed to acknowledge his existence after a while! What had changed?
Danny just wanted to rest already.
...
Cass had taken to Patrolling alone recently. She had taken to doing a lot of things alone, actually.
After the first month, it seemed that nobody could remember that she was in the room with them, even if she was within their eyeline, she just faded into the background. By the 2 Month Mark they had stopped talking to her entirely, although occasionally she would get a Text or two from her dad. By the 3 month Mark she was completely invisible, and By the 5th she had been forced to get used to it.
She didn't know what was going on, was it a Meta Ability? Magic? Alien Tech? She had no idea.
She had begun to cook for herself after the first time Alfred forgot to set her Plate at the Table. The same with Washing her own Clothes, Cleaning her Room, and Paying her Phone Bills. At the very least the Automated Allowance Payments to her Account had kept up, or she wouldn't have been able to go to her favorite Cafe anymore.
It was bittersweet for her. She used to go to that Cafe every week with Alfred, but he didn't even come on his own anymore. Had he only come for her? Did she really mean that much to them? It hurt, she finally had a family that cared for her and suddenly she didn't exist to them.
She sat alone at a Table, ignored by everyone in the Cafe as usual, when a new face walked in. He looked about her age, a little roughed up, walking with a sort of cautious gaint, as if he was scared of something. His Body Language seemed to agree with her assessment, as his body practically screamed "Worry" in its movements.
Cass stopped watching at that point. Just another Gotham Teen, probably worried over something like getting not having enough money or getting mugged on the way home. It was a Common sight in Gotham.
She attention was pricked again for a moment when she heard a voice speak up. "Uh, can I sit here?"
She ignored it, he wasn't talking to her.
"Um, excuse me? Miss? Could I sit here?" He repeated.
She ignored him again, he wasn't talking to her. Nobody talked to her.
"Hello? Do you have Earbuds in?" He said, and he waved his hand in front of her face.
Her face. He waved his hand. In front of Her Face.
He was talking to her.
She looked up at him sharply, seeming to startle him for a moment before he asked, "So, is that a no?"
"You can see me?" She asked.
He looked a bit bewildered, but replied "Uh, yeah? Why would I not? Are you...a Ghost?". That last part sounded a bit suspicious.
"No. Not a Ghost. But nobody sees me. Ever. Nobody remembers me." She replied. She had never spoken this much to anybody outside of her Family, but in the past few weeks she had been starved for interaction.
He seemed slightly interested, and sat down at her table. He looked her in the eyes, and said "Do you...talk about it?"
She smiled. He could see her.
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why 's simon so big? i mean, he's all height, muscles, and sassy, dark attitude. but he's also ur sweet, thoughtful, and silent boyfriend. and it makes me feral, cause he literally towers over u, wrapping u in thick arms and breathing u in. cause let's be honest, the smell of ur perfume/cologne makes him dizzy and warm :( and havin' u buried within his arms, while u whisper sweet nothings and talk about ur day literally soothes every ache 'n his body. i promise u he misses ur scent when he isnt home and sprays somethin' of his with ur perfume/cologne to take with him, just so he can have a small piece of u. anyways my love for this gruff, blunt man runs deep. ˙◠˙
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benoitblanc · 20 days
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no no you guys don't get it. the x files cancer arc was, excuse the pun, a fucking white whale of a tv plotline that would not have worked nearly as well on literally any other show. it was a complete hail mary. the writers' room nearly didn't make it happen because they were worried it would fall too deeply into soap opera territory. and on any other show, it would! but the x files is about four key things: mistrust in the government, faith in both science and the otherworldly, building a life around trauma, and the fine line between love and codependency. it is the only show where the entirety of this situation- a government experiment on an unwilling young catholic leads to a terminal illness that is counteracted by a literal scientific miracle in the eleventh hour due to her partner's refusal to accept her impending death- could both happen at all and happen well. none of the themes in the cancer arc were new to txf at all. they'd all been lurking, to some extent, in the background since the pilot. the cancer arc wasn't merely milking a left-field catastrophe for the drama, it shoved the overarching themes of the show to the front and said look. look what these people are to each other. look how impossible it is to face the darkness alone. regardless of when the plotline was conceived, it was always going to happen. it was the only way the story could have ever gone. they were always doomed from the beginning
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yashley · 8 months
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fearne and her parents + imogen
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moobell55 · 9 months
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Just putting it out there but I refuse to believe Lala should be considered Evangeline’s best friend 🥱
Her BESTIE is 100% Luc and will always be Luc.
He’s like that one guy you dated in Elementary school just to have a “boyfriend” but turns out you’re just meant to be friends.
Like he got cursed by Marisol and turned into a Vampire and wasn’t even mad about it, and never once did he blame Eva.
While on the other hand Lala placed a deadly curse on Evangeline for not opening the Arch, and didn’t really care about Eva getting hurt or the consequences.
Luc is Eva’s best friend and I refuse any other choice.
I did to imagine 10 years after the Acftl that Evajacks are married with a couple of kids and their favorite relative is “Uncle Luc.”
Like he’s cannonly a goofball and funny and always getting on Jacks last nerve so I just know the kids would love him.
Some head cannon interactions
“I once dated your mother and your wicked witch of an Aunt”
“When I was friends with your Uncle Castor your father once got mad because I bit him and “tried” to break my neck”
“Your father once chased me out of the house because I brought up that I was your Mothers first kiss 😼”
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kazumist · 1 year
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alhaitham is the type who thinks hes talking to you in a silent voice but in truth everyone in the damn room hears you and finds it cute how you're just talking to one another like that in your own little world together (more in tags. kinda)
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serenefify · 3 months
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Angel reader go brrrrr💕
We know that they are God's favorite so I want to know her relationship with the other Archangels
(🥪anon)
The angels will be known here as archangels rather than seraph since those two are clearly not the same and most information comes from the bible since PB's is pretty shaggy about these delulus
{{Potential}} Trigger Warning: Distinct hint of Violence, Religious/Biblical reference, OCC
Archangel Michael - Archangel Serenity: Aquatance/Ally
Michael doesn't view you as a threat to God's love. While his deep devotion to God can sometimes cloud his judgment, he remains observant and can discern your demeanor. You maintain a nonchalant yet polite demeanor, appearing docile yet serious, almost like a programmed machine. Michael occasionally wonders why you don't exhibit the same passion as the others in seeking God's attention.
Michael sees you as a potential ally. Through your support and being on his back when needed the most, he's developed a growing fondness for you, akin to a soft spot, though it remains somewhat vague.
Archangel Gabriel - Archangel Serenity: Aquatance/Rival
Gabriel's interactions with you was quite a perplexity. On one hand, your lack desire for God's affection is seen as a positive trait. But on the other hand, it also suggests you disregard the blessings bestowed by God, which didn't sit quite right with Gabriel. But, your disinterest in vying for favoritism means he doesn't need to see you as competition in that matter. But it means-
Yeah, you got the point. It's a constant struggle for Gabriel to have two opposite thoughts, wagging war on his head
Despite the fuss, insults, and occasional threats, Gabriel doesn't harbor genuine disdain towards you. Perhaps there's a lingering grudge, Almost like a playful rivalry between students vying for top grades. But you seem less inclined to participate in such competition.
Archangel Raphael - Archangel Serenity: Rival.
Hate you. Will kill you. 101% confirm that he's more delusional than Gabriel. No context will be added..
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starlight-bread-blog · 2 months
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Taizu/Taimizu might be a bully/bullied ship, but MAN is Taigen putting up with a lot of bullshit. The first time he meets Mizu again she ruins his engagement & his hair. When they finally begin to bond she smacks him in the head and he passes out to wake up in a torture chamber. Still, he doesn't tells them shit. He's all happy 'cause she saved his life, they're getting along again, and he's kinda hot so... then she drops the news that she stood by and let his fiance get kidnapped into marrying someone else. And also war is coming btw if you care. But hey, she comes back to save her, he sticks by her in near death, they'll be fine, he's sure she's good no-... aaaand she started the Great Fire of Meireki. How will he react?
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I. I love Gem's recent Empires episode so much. The concept of her being a world hopper who is just LARPing on a different server and now, that the Hermits are here, is going 'oh no my other friends are going to find out I'm LARPing' is simultaneously genius and hilarious. It's made her High Lore and Low Lore simultaneously. How. Absolutely brilliant. Also somehow has the energy of meeting one of your work colleagues at a convetion, you in full cosplay, them in street clothes. Adore it.
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pawphin · 8 months
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while i love how both versions portrayed hisoka's true bloodlust finally shining through, 1999's portrayal strikes me as much more visceral.
gon, the brave and quick-witted kid that we've been following throughout the exams, is faced with mortal fear for the first time during the exam. and for once, he is scared. terrified, even. he instinctively curls into a ball, shaking and pleading to be somewhere, ANYWHERE else than here, and the audience is reminded that despite being leagues above most of the other candidates, he's still a 12 year old boy looking for his father. and yet, despite feeling this terror; despite learning what fear really entailed, he continues on. he takes a few uncertain steps, and he's running forward once again.
meanwhile, 2011's take strikes me as very matter of fact; hisoka is scary, and gon is scared, but he quickly gets over it and moves on. it's still a very, VERY well done scene, and it gets the message across well (i actually do not know which hisoka i prefer between the two, they're both so unnerving), but 1999 is so good at humanizing its characters that i can't help but praise it for making me feel like i was there. like i could feel the exact same horror that gon felt, down to the last frame. it's difficult to achieve that sensation, but they ABSOLUTELY succeeded.
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headcanon that Regulus can’t deal with long silences when he’s around people he’s comfortable/ fells safe with, even if it’s comfortable silence. He always has to fill it somehow.
i love the headcanon that he just has a box of horrific facts in his brain somewhere so these silences would be a perfect time to use them.
or, he just leaves and goes and does smth hoping when he gets back he’ll have either thought of smth to talk about or the silence will be over and they can continue as normal.
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sarcastic-wit · 4 months
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An awful twisted painful idea for twst mc/yuu/yusona hehehehe imagine them as someone who lost a loved one before they woke up in twisted wonderland and imagine them weeping and isolating themselves the entire day especially during that loved one's death anniversary and none of the boys know how to comfort them at all bc in twisted wonderland none of their families and friends exist! They themselves don't even actually exist there! And they're always afraid that they'll keep forgetting more details about that loved one (their laugh, their likes, their dislikes, their smile even, and anything and everything in between) but bc they keep their feelings so well-hidden none of the boys would even expect it when they finally breakdown! They would also be the type that can't cry easily and feel numb all the time too bc in their og world and in twisted wonderland, none of the events rlly allow them to just grieve in peace and quiet so they had to adapt constantly and keep moving forward! Bonus points bc they're self-aware but still don't know how to help themselves bc they feel depressed and alone (would prolly be very good buddies with Rollo and/or Idia tho)
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noriee404 · 1 year
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‘Do you even know how to wear it?’
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rocksinmuffin · 1 year
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Y-You know Valtiel? From Silent Hill 3? Freaky little vault man? I am so starved of smut for him that I'll take anything, even a shitpost. I assume he's the creepy stalker type, what do you think he'd do if some poor sap caught his eye?
Anyway, have a good day. 🤍
You’ve started to consider the creature following you as your friend.
You know the thought is deranged but you can’t quite help it. You haven’t been in your right mind since you’ve got here. Since you’ve been trapped here. Wherever here is. You’re still not sure if this is real or a nightmare or an afterlife you’ve damned yourself to.
The creature, though? This twisted, faceless thing you find scurrying around in vents and turning valves and following you around? It’s the only thing here that hasn’t actively tried to kill you. Maybe that’s the bare minimum of human decency but, one, whatever that thing is it isn’t human and, two, the bar for that here is low.
Besides, there’s no one else around and you need someone to talk to. You’d lose your sanity if you didn’t have that and, these days, you have very little of it to spare.
“Hey there,” you call to where it hides in a nearby vent, just loud enough to hear your voice over the crackle of static of your radio. “Just got back from a snack run. You hungry?”
Its head vibrates violently in all directions. You decide to interpret this as a yes.
“Found some health drinks while I was out hunting for supplies,” you say, placing the drink down by the vent opening. “And guess what else I found.”
You kneel down to hold your find out where the creature can see. It continues shaking, head twitching unnaturally and neck bending at odd angles.
“It’s bread,” you answer proudly, breaking off a piece and holding it out towards the creature. It makes no move to grab for it but it does not make any attempts to stop you when you press a piece in through the narrow slots of the vent cover. You don’t know if this thing can eat—it doesn’t have a mouth as far as you are aware—but you like to think it appreciates the sentiment. It hasn’t killed you yet, at least, so you must be doing something right.
You edge the health drink a little closer to the vent before standing up. You should get going. It’s never wise to stay in one place too long, especially when the world shifts and rots and rusts all around you.
“Well, I should go. See ya around?” you ask but it’s not really a question. You know you will. It always finds its way to you eventually.
It doesn’t follow you. Not right away, at least. You know because the static of your radio dies down with every step you take. When you look back, the health drink you left behind is gone. Satisfied that your gift has been accepted, you continue onward.
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yashley · 1 year
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fearne: are you okay? imogen, through literal tears: haha yea anyway!
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