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#Gotta love this trope
Person 1, angrily, "Say it! What's the secret behind the gem?? Why won't you answer me?!"
Person 2, literally in the middle of being choked by them, "Ugghhkgrkkh"
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askfordoodles · 6 months
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I just noticed when Ozzie appears behind Fizz, the initial explosion shows his sigil for exactly ONE frame (replacing Mammon's sigil we've seen plastered throughout the episode). I just thought it was a neat little detail, Asmodeus essentially summoned himself in that moment.
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chthonic-kids · 8 days
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IT'S ON SIGHT CHRONOS
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me-writes-prompts · 4 months
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:-"You left me. I have nothing to say now." Reuniting lovers angst prompts-:
(Umm yes? Obviously. You want angst. I'm giving you angst. Enjoy!!!!AHHHHHHHH I LOVE THESEEEEE😩😩)
By @me-writes-prompts
"Good to see you again, [surname]." (NOT THEIR GIVEN NAME OR THE NICKNAME THEY USED TO CALL THEM BUT THE DAMN SURNAME, SHIT'S ABOUT TO GET REAL)
“You know, you could’ve at least said a last goodbye.” They say accompanied by a sad humorless chuckle.
“Oh, hi. Didn’t expect to see you here.”
When they leave you and your friend’s the one who supported you. So, when they are back, your friend gets protective of you.
“Did you really think we could rebuild what we had? Rebuild us?”
"I need time to adjust to your existence again."
Those longing stares but not being able to do anything about it, because you don't want to repeat the same mistakes
Telling them to leave you alone, even though you just want to be in their arms
When they smile sadly at you, and you just have to physically restrain yourself from wanting to kiss them
"I'm sorry, I-" "Isn't it a little late for an apology?"
"We could've worked out, if only you didn't act like a jerk and left me."
"Please, I want to make up for what I did in the past. Just please."
"Can we...be more than this? I was an idiot for leaving you, but now I want to make this right. Make us right."
"It feels like...like I'm here with you, but I'm also not here because my present-self is still haunted by my past self, past you, past us."
Them trying to do everything and anything to make it up to you
"I need time, okay? I can't do this right now."
"You should've at least told me why you thought I was better without you. But, no, you just left, like I didn't matter to you. Like, it was only you that needed to make decisions for both of us."
"It's not fair. You're not fair. You can't just come back in my life and expect me to get all lovey-dovey with you. That's not how it works, that's not how life works."
Those accidental touches that have you flinching because it's just been so long since you've touched them. OR you crave touching them more.
"I was a fool for leaving you. But I hope this fool can get a second chance to love." They say with a sad smile, trying to hold in their tears/or maybe full on sobbing.
"It was a misunderstanding, and I get it now. I'm sorry, I should've talked to you." "A single sorry can't make it up, [name]." "I know, and I'm willing to do everything to earn your forgiveness."
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drawnfamiliarfaces · 3 months
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;3
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Fuck it I’m adding some belated propaganda for both of my favorite ginger jesuses
Rand
-he’s a shepherd!!!!!!!!
-both the christ allegory AND the antichrist allegory because he’s god/the universe’s specialest guy (unfortunately for him)
-has multiple sets of stigmata and symbolic unhealing wounds
-arguably the text indicates that he is the reincarnation of actual factual Jesus of Nazareth
-knows for basically the entire series that he will have to sacrifice himself to save the world
-as his arc nears its zenith he goes around constantly causing miracles, reshaping reality around him
Gideon
-daughter of god (important: god sucks)
-the pool scene baptism where she metaphorically cleanses her closest companion of her sins
-sacrifices herself and is later resurrected by god
-her early life has the equivalent of the massacre of the innocents wherein she is the only survivor in a mass murder of children
-she’s also got some christ wounds of the kind that would get a medieval illuminated manuscript writer particularly horny
Feel free to add more propaganda for either!!!
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secondary-colorentimy · 5 months
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yeah i guess you could say im a big snow white fan 😎
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corpsebasil · 1 year
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Hello! I absolutely looove your Nikolai fics! Your writing is so good! Thank you!
I also wanted to ask if you ever be interested in writing a 5+1 fic (like 5 times Nikolai almost kisses you and 1 time he does)? It's okay if not ;)
Oh yes
You’d almost kissed before. Multiple times, in fact; he’d tried once after a dance, in which you’d cleanly dodged him. Then after a drunken night at a tavern, where the press of his body against your own had almost convinced you. But he wasn’t your friend, not really. Just a prince who had an interest in you, a flirtatious one at that, and someone you had no interest in being their pawn.
So you found yourself, to your chagrin, in the most cramped train of your life, the passage in Ketterdam more hazardous than that in Ravka. The swell of bodies around you was suffocating, and you pushed yourself against Nikolai, the only anchor keeping you from crashing to the ground.
“Good gods,” you mumbled, gripping his shoulders with both hands as the train once again lurched to the side. “we’re going to die.”
“We are not going to die.” He grumbled, exasperated, but allowed you to clutch him tighter, your fear of falling over greater than your resistance to touching him.
And you let him, ignoring the strange drop in your stomach, when he looped both arms around your waist, holding you against his chest.
“Up close and personal, huh, Y/N?” He teased, voice low against your ear. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the shiver, not when he pressed his cheek lightly against your own, and you had to close your eyes against the contact. “You’ve been resisting me for weeks. Why?”
“I—” your voice caught on a particularly hard jolt, your fingers digging into his skin. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t.” He laughed lightly, holding you closer as the lights in the train flickered. Saints, it was like you were in a horror movie. “I think you like me.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.” He argued, and your eyes shot to his when he ran a hand down your spine. His expression was soft, but wary. “Don’t you?”
You swallowed, staring up at the prince.
He was attractive. Obviously. Anyone with working vision could see that, and the man had the charm of a god. But you were still hesitant; you didn’t want to fall for it, any act, and wind up heartbroken.
“I don’t know.” You admitted, looking up at him, and tried to ignore the twinge of hurt that crossed over his features.
“Well.” He swallowed, tugging you back up against him. Your face found the crook of his neck as you breathed him in, trying in vain to suppress the butterflies that tore through you as his cheek once again rested against your head. “When you decide, I’m here. Waiting.”
Your breathing caught. Only slightly, but you knew he felt it. And so when his head turned, lips pressing softly against your temple, you felt your knees weaken. You didn’t want to like him. Truly didn’t, but..
“Nikolai?” You whispered, tugging back a fraction to look up. He hummed in response, raising an eyebrow as your hands gripped him harder. His eyes moved your mouth, his head dipping down. “I—”
A jolt in the train almost sent you flying, your head smacking against his chest as the movement threw you against him. You squeaked in surprise and he laughed, barely managing to keep you upright.
“I hate this train.” You grumbled, as it finally slowed to a stop, and you quickly pulled away from the prince.
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Later, after a quick dinner you two managed to scrounge up, you found yourself in the only bedroom available above the Crow Club, having had asked Kaz Brekker for somewhere to stay in your short time there. So you stared, a bit awkwardly, at the very, very small bed in the room, refusing to glance over at Nikolai.
“How cozy.” He commented, knocking his shoulder lightly against your own before moving over towards the bathing room attached. You only stared, internally groaning, as you heard him washing up. “I’ll sleep on the floor.” You heard him say, to your surprise. “I’ve slept in worse conditions, trust me.”
“You don’t have to.” You said, moving to wash up yourself as soon as he left the small chamber. “I mean—I’m sure we’ll both fit.”
“Don’t worry.” He avoided your eyes, snatching up a pillow and a spare blanket and searching the ground as if for the most comfortable area of wooden floor. “I’m not going to make you uncomfortable, Y/N.”
“You aren’t—” But he was already cozying up onto the floor, making a show of adjusting himself and tucking his arms behind his head. He gave you a winning smile as you rolled your eyes, moving to wash up.
As soon as you were done, you climbed into bed, settling down into the blankets and pillows. You closed your eyes.
You could not. Sleep.
You could hear Nikolai shuffling, tossing and turning as he tried to get comfortable. It was irritating as hell, and made guilt grate on you until you finally shot up in bed, huffing out a sigh.
“Get in the bed, Nikolai.” You ordered, watching as he lifted his head to look at you.
“So bossy. Trying to get into my pants, are you?”
“Nikolai.” You groaned, smacking the side of the mattress beside you. “Please. Neither of us are going to sleep with you rolling around on the floor.”
The prince grumbled something under his breath but stood, holding his pillow up as he moved towards you. His expression was hesitant, the usual trace of arrogance gone, as he cautiously slid into the bed beside you. You stared up at the dark ceiling for a moment, trying to keep your breathing even.
“So..” Nikolai mumbled, rolling onto his side next to you. He was close—too close—but there weren’t any better options. “Wanna play a game?”
“What?”
“I just thought of one. We make animal noises and the other person has to guess what we are. If you guess right you win a point.” He added, rather satisfied with himself, “I just came up with it.”
“Nikolai, what the hell—”
“I’ll go first. EH EH EH—”
“Dear gods, stop it.” You snapped, but a grin was on your face as you picked up a spare pillow and whacked him with it.
“Hey!” He gasped, snatching the pillow out of your grip. “Calm down. It was a good impression.”
“I have no idea what you were pretending to be.”
“A dolphin, duh.” His eyes watched you, expression warming when he saw your smile. “You need to relax. You’re making me feel like a creep.”
“I am relaxed.” You lied, rolling onto your side to face him. His soft smile was more attractive than you wanted it to be, and with him as close to you as he was, how could you relax? “You’re not a creep, Nik.”
He looked away momentarily, than back to you.
“You said you…don’t like me.” You almost groaned at his words. This was beginning to feel like a middle school sleepover. “Why?”
You paused.
“Because..” you thought about it for a moment, examining his features with your eyes. His handsome face, inches from your own, was contemplative. Almost anxious, as if he worried what you had to say. “I don’t know you just—you flirt with everyone. I don’t feel like liking you just for you to run around and act like—”
“I flirt with you, Y/N.” He laughed, startling you, and you blinked. “Come on, how many people do I try and kiss on a daily basis?”
“You—” you blinked again. Paused. He did seem to pay extra attention to you. Making comments not on your body but teasing ones, ones that made you blush instead of want to smack him like a lot of girls did.
“Made you speechless?” He teased, raising a blonde brow. “I have that effect on women.”
“You are a mess.” You scoffed, moving to roll away, but he grabbed your hand before you could. Butterflies immediately shot through you at the contact, and you looked back at him.
“Can I kiss you?” Nikolai asked, voice soft, and you could only stare. “I like you, Y/N. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, but I’d rather not go to my grave without having kissed you at least once.”
“How morbid.” You mumbled, your own voice a bit strained, and subtly shifted closer to him. His expression seemed to tighten a bit, as if in regret at his words, so you added, “we wouldn’t want a tragedy like that to happen.”
Slowly, so slowly you weren’t sure if he was second guessing his choices, he reached out a hand and brushed it over your cheek, around the back of your neck. Your heart felt like it was going to break on something as he shifted closer, touching his nose lightly to yours.
“No,” he murmured, so close you could feel the brush of his lips as he spoke. “we definitely wouldn’t.”
And then his mouth pressed against yours, and your stomach dropped.
Your hands reached out to grip him to you and he made a small noise of surprise, your arms slipping around his neck as one of his arms looped under your back and pressed your body fully against his. You kissed him, hard, surprised at how eager you were to be close to him, and when he licked into your mouth to taste you, you actually let out a moaning noise.
He seemed to stiffen slightly underneath you, pulling away to grip your face in his hands.
“Please,” he whispered, voice strained. “do not make those types of noises.”
“Why not?” You asked, a bit breathless, your mouth immediately chasing forward after his. But he held you at bay, laughing lightly, as he rolled onto his back and tugged you on top of him, pulling you down against his chest.
“Because I’m becoming embarrassingly turned on right now, and I’m not sure if you want your first time with me to be in someone else’s bed.”
Your heart raced at his words, your face flushing red when he settled you lower onto his lap and you felt startling evidence of how turned on the prince happened to be.
“Just—” you swallowed, running a hand through his hair. Lord knows you’d wanted to touch his hair long before now. “Just kissing, then?”
“Just kissing.”
So you did.
You took his mouth again, running your tongue along his own, and allowed the prince to hold you as tightly against him as he wanted.
And later, once you’d gotten back to Ravka, you found that he wasn’t lying—he did like you. He was constantly finding excuses to kiss you; in public, in his rooms, pretty much anywhere. And when he’d finally gotten you into his bed, you found out he was a fantastic kisser. In other places, as well.
Yes this is just pg sorry to the smut fiends
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aidakhar · 2 months
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Possible headcanons of timeskip in Dad!Knives au
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captaindeinony · 8 months
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Erm what is your deal
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soft-cryptids · 1 year
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Ezra, Prospect (2018).
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kryptonian-bat-thing · 2 months
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help what's the name of that trope when they love each other so much they get mad at the other for not loving themselves as much and then they bang angrily based on that???
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me-writes-prompts · 4 months
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betrayal prompts that aren’t centered around infidelity? thinking, like, young love/first love betrayal that just tears your heart out vibes.
Ohhh this is interesting. I’ll give it a try. :)
By @me-writes-prompts
“So…you’re not in love with me anymore, is that what I’m hearing?”
“I thought I was your first love. Don’t they said if you find your true first love it lasts forever?” “They don’t tell us that when we find our first love, we barely know what the word ‘love’ even means.”
“You know, I thought we were perfect. Until now, when I realized that we weren’t. That we never were. We just chose to stay in love because we didn’t have any other options.” 💔😔
“I waited for you, you told me you’d come back.” “I…forgot about you.” (God… FUCK)
“You should’ve told me that you never loved me. That you only said those three words because you felt you should.”
“You’ve been so distant lately, it feels as if you don’t love or want me anymore.”
“I had a dream. I couldn’t pursue them if I decided to stay with you forever in this place.” (Aka choosing passion over love)
“I wish we weren’t so young and dumb. We could’ve lasted so much longer.”
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aeondelirium · 2 years
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"The world was saved, but not for me" my beloved <3
Quote is from Tehanu, by Ursula K. Le Guin.
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lovecolibri · 5 months
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Oh I am *cackling* at the producers trying to claim the show was driven by Loki and Sylvie's relationship when she refused to lift a finger to help multiple times (while platonic bestie Mobius was living out romcom moments by the dozen with Loki), and honestly they could have not had her in the season at all and barely anything would change. Like, I don't like that ship but it's still SO deeply disrespectful to give them NOTHING on screen all season while giving all the cute classically shippy moments to Lokius, and then come out after and claim it was some grand, sweeping romance and also there was nothing intentional about giving all the shippy stuff to Lokius. 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄
Also, as I said in some tags, the "we can't get into Loki's head" like is just....peek absurdity. My brother in Christ, YOU'RE the writers! This character has been in the MCU for like, 14 years, played by Hiddleston who is *obsessed* with Loki. Getting into Loki's head should have been a cake walk! And even if it wasn't, IT'S LITERALLY YOUR JOB TO GET IN THE CHARACTER'S HEAD. Maybe this is why shows are so shitty? Instead of letting the characters drive the plot by getting into their heads and making choices from that perspective, showrunners instead twist the characters into a storyline.
ANYWAY.
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melancholydonuts · 6 months
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writing this from an anime only perspective but the fact that there's literally zero outsider pov for jjk is genuinely a CRIME. Like there's so much it's perfect.
There was that one security guy who caught yuuji and nanami going into a crime scene, there's junpei's bullies, theres EVERYBODY AT SHIBUYA STATION.
HELLO???
Where's my social media fic? Where's my group therapy for shibuya survivors fic? wheres my fucking conspiracy theorist fics huh?? HUH?? DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING MYSELF AROUND HERE?????
Edit: adding on to this, more ideas (if anyone wants to write these please please please)
a fic from the girl at nanami's bakery pov, or takada(?, the guy from itafushikugi's first mission w/ the special grade)'s mom pov\
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