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kewlgayroommate · 4 months
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The way he is midway rant and then he's like 'wait is that my shirt?' forever supporting my wallace loves scott and 100% thinks he looks good in his clothes.
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pure-oddity · 6 months
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Fast foodies know the deal
Ghost x reader
(not proof read, this is just fluff straight from the source
Warnings: none, ovulation mention maybe? Its brought up a single time.)
The craving hits around 3 in the morning, it's ovulation week so the idea of not getting chicken nuggets from the drive through makes you want to cry.
You turn towards the sleeping lug beside you. He's on his back, breaths deep and even. Still as a grave but at your movement he takes the arm you had been using as a pillow to drag you further into his side.
Your Simon, took you forever just to get the man to admit he did more than tolerate you. even longer to admit he cared for you. It took you almost using his toothbrush to realize that the man might actually (gasp) like you. That one you didn't push, figured he'd come to terms with it on his own.
As you look at how peaceful he seems you try to fight the urge, you really do, but as you prop yourself up on your elbows and move closer to Simon's ear you resign to begging his forgiveness later.
"Simon, my baby? You sleeping?"
You wouldn't have known he was a awake had it not been for the lone eye opening to check on you
"Was, love. I was. Whats wrong, bad dream? Y' Can turn on the telly to that duck cartoon or the robots - won't bother me none." He rubs a comforting hand up and down your back, he's being so sweet you really do start to feel bad.
"I want chicken nuggets."
Silence.
Both eyes are open now.
The silence continues.
You smile sheepishly.
Wordlessly simon extracts his arm and turns so his back is to you.
"Nnooooooo! Simon pleeeaase. Pretty please? I want chicken nuggets so bad!"
"Go ahead. keys are on the rack, tanks full."
"Nooo you have to take me! come on baby please, for me?"
"My love. Sunshine. Light of my life. If you're hungry i made a perfecly good roast last night. Heat that up and let a man rest."
"I dont want a perfectly good roast! I want chicken nuggets. And a burger. And fries - oh maybe a shake?" You lean over him, hair purposely hung over into his face. He turns quickly and you're nose to nose
"So youre gonna have me get up at 3 fucking a.m. to get you a greasey, artey clogging, cholesterol raising gastrointestinal disaster of a meal - when we have a perfectly good home made dinner in the fridge."
"....please?"
Silence.
A deep suffering sigh.
An ecstatic squee
"Just get your fuckin shoes on"
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You lean back over into the passenger seat, simon grumpy faced as you insisted that you should be the one to order.
You pat your thighs in glee as he pulls up to the window, gives you a dirty look , and hands the cashier his card.
The second window delivers your meal and drink quickly, you dig in like a starved animal. You're mid chew when he gives a grunt. A snooty sounding eh hem.
You grin and giggle, slowly airplaning him a nugget.
"Give me the chicken or i'll take the whole box"
You squeak and shove it to his lips quickly. His jaws snap around the nugget and it's gone within a single bite - you retract your fingers, still intact but wet with spit.
You give an 'eeeech' and look for somewhere to wipe your hand.
"Any of this ends up in or on my interior and it'll be your arse."
You roll your eyes and reach in the bag for a napkin, knocking the fries over in the process.
Silence.
The car drifts slowly to the left and is parked along the side of the road.
Not a word spoken.
You try to shove as many back into the carton as possible.
He stares at you.
You smile sweetly at him before leaning over the center console and kissing him. You meet his lips, they're stretched into a dangerous grin.
"Love" kiss "did you" kiss "spill salt" kiss "in my truck?"
You might not know a lot, but you know that voice means you're in trouble, which means it's distraction time.
You continue your sweet onslaught of kisses.
"Thank you for taking me baby, I love you so much. ", another smooch
is delivered.
"Youre my person, my favorite guy, love of my life."
He bites at your lip and you barely manage to slip it from his teeth
"Wanna spend the rest of my life with you, grow old with you"
He grips the back of your head and maneuvers your ear to his mouth, in a deep rumble he asks
"Are there fries on my floor, love?"
The dangerous smile still present.
"No of course not baby! i cleaned those up."
"So my truck is fry free?"
"Well - no didn't say that. there's a, a few under the seat"
He's grappling you into his lap now, the man looks a hint deranged.
"And why, my love, are you telling me about them instead getting them?"
he presses.
"'Cause I - hehe - I can't reach!" You giggle out as his hands slink towards your sides.
He pokes and prods at you, growling not unlike a bear while you squeal and squeak out little laughs.
"Gets a man up at ass o'clock-"
"Oh please, you get up early anyway!"
"makes him drive to get congealed grease-"
"you had a nugget too!"
"Then trashes his truck."
"Oh please it's like a handful of fries, I'll get them, i'll get them!"
He frees you with a huff and you dive back over to your side of the car. You pop open your door and hop outside to get a better angle at the underside of the seat. He gets impatient as you fish around for the last few fries, giving a little hurrah as the last one is snatched.
Clambering back into the truck you grin at him, happy as can be. He hums a short laugh, and you're off to home again.
He makes a beeline for the bedroom and you trot over to the counter to finish your meal, most of it having been shared and eaten in the truck. You sit back a moment to enjoy the feeling of fullness when you see Simon emerge again.
"Bed. Now. Kept me up long enough" he's already on you before you can think of a reply, slung over his shoulder. He makes quick work of getting you both situated in your proper spots.
You're snuggled into his side for the night, full and content. He breathes in deep and exhales slowly. you draw nonsensical patterns on his bare chest, playing with the hair there. As sleep overtakes you, your palm flattens over the spot where his heart resides; and you feel him relax just a smidgen more.
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bby-deerling · 5 months
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that's what friends are for (platonic sanji x zoro's partner!reader)
one time you comfort sanji, and one time he comforts you. currently obsessed with the idea of being zoro's partner who is also close friends with sanji despite their rivalry! wc 2.2k, light spoilers for wci and wano. platonic but sanji is sanji. cw for alcohol use (reader gets drunk)
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In the dead of night, your hand was hastily scribbling the events of the past few days into your notebook, glancing up every few seconds to make sure there were no marine or enemy ships on the horizon.  Normally, you would be snuggled in between Zoro’s legs, laying back against his chest as he snored in your ear.  The notebook served as a place for either of you to doodle and write all the things that came to mind (or were difficult to say out loud) while the other was asleep—a secret, never-ending conversation. 
Since the crew was currently split up, you had been keeping meticulous notes on everything that had happened to make sure he didn’t miss one bit of what happened on your end.  You start to draw a quick sketch of Pudding to assure Zoro that she was indeed a real woman who was somehow attracted to Sanji and get so engrossed in the process that you miss the scent of tobacco filling your lungs and a familiar presence settling next to you.
“That really looks like her, darling.” he murmurs as he looks over your shoulder, causing you to jump and slam the book shut.  His cigarette smoke lingers on his breath, causing your nose to wrinkle in disgust.
“Can’t sleep, blondie?” you ask gently, setting aside the usual teasing bite in your tone that you reserved for him.  After all that the cook had been through in the past few days, concern for his well-being was at the forefront of your mind.
“I don’t think I’ll be sleeping well for quite a while after all of this, sunshine.” he replied, hand raking through his hair as he leaned further back into the couch of the Observation Tower.  Something in your stomach turned at seeing him in Zoro’s usual spot, making the ache in your heart due to his absence grow stronger.
“You missing the stupid mosshead?” he asked, with a bit less disdain than usual at the mention of his rival.
You nodded.  “A bit extra tonight.”
“We’ll be to Wano soon, dear.” he says.  Comfortable silence fills the air as you lean back and fix your eyes towards scanning the ocean.  Sanji pulls another cigarette out of his jacket pocket, but you stop him before he grabs his lighter.
“Not up here.  Zoro will think I started smoking again.” you scold.  Instead of putting the unlit cigarette away, he fishes out another one and places it between your fingers.
“Just one won’t hurt, sunshine.” he whispers.  “We used to smoke together all the time.”
“Zoro hates it.” you said, handing him the cigarette back with a sense of finality in your voice.  “I made a promise years ago that I wouldn’t smoke anymore, and I don’t plan on breaking it.”
Sanji smirks.  “I had a feeling you quit for him.  Was he really so threatened by our little smoke breaks?”
You shake your head with a smile.  “More like he didn’t want to taste your shitty cigarettes on my lips anymore.  Besides, it was starting to gnaw away at me too.”
“In what way, dear?” he asked.
“It might seem a bit silly, but the act of it started to make my stomach churn.  Inhaling your smoke and physically filling my chest with it felt sickening when my heart was already entangled somewhere else; even if I never had any improper intentions the action itself still felt wrong to me.  Too intimate.” you reply.  “Especially when you always insisted on lighting my cigarette with the tip of yours.”
Sanji chuckles.  “You could have just asked for my lighter, dear.”
“I can’t work one by myself, I didn’t want to look stupid.” you giggle.
You offer him one of the blankets you’ve wrapped around yourself, and he takes it gladly.
“If things were different, do you think you could’ve seen yourself loving Pudding?” you ask, breaking the silence.  He eyes you cautiously before answering.
“On the record?” he asks, motioning towards the notebook.
“Off the record.” you assure him.  “I’m just curious.”
“I don’t think it’s worth discussing because her feelings for me weren’t genuine.” he said softly.  “I overheard her before the wedding.”
“She’s been through a lot.  She probably was just lashing out as a defense mechanism, she’s still so young and dealing with so much.  I wouldn’t doubt that she’s looking out at the clear night sky, bawling her eyes out because you’re gone.” you say.  Sanji goes silent.
“Would it even matter if she loved you back?” you ask, voice nearly a whisper.
After a long pause, Sanji replies.  “It’s always been Nami.  It will only ever be Nami.”  He stiffens slightly and then relaxes as you squeeze his shoulder.
“She was so excited to see you, you know.” you say.  "She missed you dearly." Sanji nods, a small, pained smile cracking at his lips.
“I’m not good enough for her and she knows it.” he says, voice nearly cracking.
You sigh, rubbing circles into his collarbone with your thumb.  “Sanji, you’re compassionate, incredibly tough, inside and out, and devoted to the bone.  You’re deserving of all the love in the world.”
A devilish smirk erupts on Sanji’s face. “A confession?  Darling, you’re going to crush mosshead’s heart!” he teases.
You scoff.  “In your dreams, blondie.  I plan on going with him to the ends of the world, and then some.” you say, beaming proudly.
“I’m afraid you have no choice dear, he’ll get lost otherwise.” he replies, smiling with satisfaction as you giggle at his words.
“I’m so glad you’re home, Sanji.” you say with a yawn.
“Me too, sunshine.” he whispers back, both of you settling back into silence watching the crashing waves. 
Eventually, he falls asleep against your shoulder, and when the sun breaks over the horizon, you let him sleep in and get a head start on his plans for breakfast.
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Sanji is finishing up dishes when you come stumbling into the kitchen.  Luffy and Zoro were still asleep with no signs of waking up, and while everyone else was preemptively celebrating the victory in Wano, you were on edge and antsy for your captain and partner to rise from their slumbers.  Already tipsy, you staggered with unsure footing to the liquor cabinet, fiddling with the padlock keeping it shut.  Successfully gaining entry, you grab a small bottle of mango-infused sake before slumping down on the floor to drink it.
“I didn’t know you knew the code to the liquor cabinet, dear.” Sanji says.
“I’m not drunk enough to forget my own birthday.” you mumble, eyes fixed at the floor as you unscrew the cap on the bottle.  “We couldn’t make it his; 1111 is the first thing someone would guess.”
Sanji grabs a few of his freshly baked oatmeal cookies from the counter and sits down beside you.
“Don’t you want to save that for when he wakes up?” he asks you gently.
“Was planning to, but I finished that bottle of bourbon with Robin.” you reply.  “She told me to get a snack before heading to the beach but I need another drink before I go down there.”
“Made these special for you, sunshine.” Sanji says, handing you an oatmeal cookie, cringing as you take a swig from your sake bottle first and use the small treat as a chaser.
A wide smile spreads on your face.  “Just like my mom makes!  You’re too good to me blondie.”  Sanji smiles in response, and nudges the bottle away from your hands, replacing it with two more cookies.
“You need to eat, dear.” he says quietly, and thankfully, you listen to his suggestion. 
“What’s got you so rattled?” he asks gently.  You were typically a happy and cheerful drunk; even when you went past your limits and Zoro had to rub your back and keep you from falling overboard while you puked over the side of the Sunny, you had a big smile on your face.  However, despite your smile just a moment ago, the aura radiating from around you is nothing short of depressing, filling the cook with concern.
“They’re teasing again.” you whisper.  “I know they’re making fun of her and not me, but it’s humiliating.  Especially when she purposely waits until I’m not visiting to give them sponge baths.  She’s probably touching him right now.”
You cover your mouth and stare at the floor, embarrassed at the vomit of feelings that you had just divulged.  You wanted nothing more than to let it roll off your back like the nonsense that it was, especially because Zoro was fast asleep during most of Hiyori’s advances, but it was hard when Usopp currently thought it was the funniest thing in the world to throw himself over Franky and cry out something stupid like “Oh Zorojuro~!  I hadn’t realized I gave you another sword!” while motioning towards the cyborg’s crotch.
“Oh dearest…” Sanji sighs, throwing an arm around your shoulders and giving you a squeeze.  “Mosshead is a lot of things.  Moronic, single-minded, stubborn, impossible…but as much as I hate to say it, disloyal isn’t one of them.”
“I’ve taken it so well, haven’t I?” you whisper.  “I didn’t even say a word to him when I saw her wrapped around him, fast asleep.  If I did, he would’ve gotten upset that I wasn’t focused on the mission.”  You pause for a moment, a touch of anger bubbling to the surface.  “Do you think he would have given me the same grace?  If he were to walk in on me sleeping next to, let’s say Trafalgar Law, with his head buried into my chest, we wouldn’t have anything left between us but ashes and memories.”
“You’ve taken it so well, sweetheart.” Sanji reassures you; although he agrees with you, he bites back a variety of his own opinions regarding the stupid mosshead’s behavior as of late in order to spare your feelings.  “And I know he appreciates your understanding, even if he hasn’t had the chance to tell you yet.”
You’re quiet for a moment, still staring at the floor as Sanji rubs circles into your shoulder.
“I’ve barely seen him these past few weeks, Sanji.  What if he’s lost feelings for me?” you choke out.  Before Sanji can respond, you continue.  “She’s the most beautiful woman in Wano, Sanji.  Don’t even try to deny it, I saw the way she got under your skin too.  He has ties here in Wano through his bloodline, and she gave him a legendary sword; what do I have to offer besides my heart, my soul, and the skin on my bones?”
“Darling, he stayed true to you for two years, I hardly think that a few weeks would cause him to have such a change in heart—” he starts to say.
“Aw c’mon, blondie, what was he going to do?  Fuck Mihawk?” you snap, cutting him off and causing Sanji to laugh so hard he nearly snorts.
“Seriously Sanji,” you say, sitting up and looking at him for the first time in this conversation causing him to stifle his laughter, “let’s say that, hypothetically, if we were together, and Nami were to confess her complete and undying love for you, what would you do?”  The cook goes quiet for a moment, trying to figure out how to answer your nonsense question diplomatically, but runs out of time before you take his silence as an answer and continue.
“See?  How could you resist being given everything you’ve ever dreamed of?  Wouldn’t you be eager to let go of the past too?” you ask, voice trembling.
“Sweetheart,” he whispers, brushing your tangled hair out of your face, “Can’t you see that you’re all he’s ever wanted?”  His words prompt you to throw yourself into his arms and start sobbing—under normal circumstances, his nose would be gushing with blood, but right now his focus was on getting your breathing and emotions under control.
“I just want them both to wake up.” you say, voice cracking.  “I want to sneak away with him and crawl into his arms and cover him with kisses and tell him how much I missed him and melt away into his skin.”
“I know, sunshine,” he says with a sigh as he strokes your hair, “but doesn’t it give you immense comfort knowing that you’re front and center in all of his dreams?”
“He’s probably dreaming about killing Dracule Mihawk.” you mumble, looking up at him.
“And you and Chopper are cheering him on while he does it.” Sanji says with a smile, patting your head.  His heart sighs in relief when you grin back at him, and he sees that his words have seemingly finally gotten through to you.
“Thanks, Sanji.” you whisper, breathing finally steady. “Sorry for losing it.  It’s hard keeping it all inside sometimes.”
“There’s never any judgement here, dear.  I’m here whenever you need me.” he replies.  This time when you hug him, a spurt of blood flies out his nose. You grit your teeth and lightly smack him upside the head in return; it lacks its usual power due to still being so raw from sobbing your heart out.
“I’ll make you some tea to help you sober up faster, have a few more cookies, sunshine” he says as he extends his hand to help you stand and guides you towards the kitchen table, gratitude beaming from your eyes.  He knew that when you sobered up, you would feel indebted to him for comforting you, but he knew there would be a time in the future that he would need your support, and it would all even out eventually.
After all, isn’t that what friends are for?
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6-atlas-6 · 7 months
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Redacted tweets again finally 💋
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Ik I've been mostly posting art recently so here's a break from that 💀
🎀Tags: @capitalisticveins @vilf-lover @deviantaj @plutobutartsy @crescentgrim @morgansplace @epsi-l0n @kitheking @randomhoneybee @messenger-of-stupidity @shawslut @samlizdavis @betta-phish @darlin-collins @verbal-static
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Me walking up to the HBO Velma’s writer’s room:
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komoboko · 1 month
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May one politely make a request of an Obanai x fem!reader where he's in denial of the fact that he's catching feelings for said lady considering his hatred towards women??(please🙏🏻🙏🏻) And in this case of scenario the reader is like his tsuguko/disciple or smth with a sorta happy-go-lucky personality
SORRY IF THIS WAS TOO SPECIFIC 🥹🥹🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️
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𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
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Obanai Iguro x fem!tsuguko reader
spoilers for obanai’s past ・Obanai my beloved..
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Obanai has yet to ever feel this conflicted before.
Time and time again obanai feels as love is something that should be pushed aside, his occupation already cuts his life short and in his eyes he is tainted already. Undeserving of it.
Adding onto the wound, obanai is not very.. fond of women. After the physical abuse of the all female clan he was born in. He already had started his hatred long ago.
So why does he stare at you with such a longing look in his eyes?
You were only his tsuguko, just somebody training under him to become his next successor. He tried not to get close, well he tried it was really you who was putting in the effort to get to know him. Your determination was always one of your admirable qualities.
Each and every day he really did try to push you away from him, but every time you persisted in trying to get to know the serpent pillar. At one point he gave up on trying to stop your advances as it would only bring more trouble for him compared to you. Once he finally did let you hang around him was when he started noticing more things about you.
You were a positive person to say the least in some ways you reminded him of mitsuri. Always had a determined look during training and always celebrated after getting down with a much harder training session. You had a attractive personality in his mind.
Not to say the additional plus that somehow kaburamaru has taken a liking to you to. If the chance ever comes where kaburamaru isn't with iguro, he'll find the white snake somewhere with you. It's hard to get kaburamaru to like anybody at all, so if his snake actually seems to enjoy your presence then maybe he should try and give you a chance.
But there is no way Obanai liked you. It was just a phase he was going through, something that he would get over and move on. He's probably just impressed by your skills, it must be it. You were a skillful swordsmith after all, he could tell you had so much potential for the future.
The more he attempted to push you away, the more he wanted to actually seek you out. He started getting used to you saying good morning to him and your constant “nagging” presence. He’d always shake off the feeling trying to get ahold of himself, but he would always begin thinking about this another time again.
Oh no, but the serpent pillar was not in love. It just physically impossible. Mathematically impossible as well. He was simply admiring you. Everybody does that obviously. He only wants to understand what your fighting style is.
Obanai could not be in love, this used to be a fact every slayer knows. Now it’s has turned into just words of encouragement for Obanai until he realizes he’s head over heels for you..
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suchawrathfullamb · 2 months
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sometimes I'll read fics or headcanons where Will makes fun of Hannibal and jokes around and Hannibal never gets his jokes or is all serious and formal, etc, but honestly? To me it's always the opposite lol, Hannibal literally called Mason when he was hunting him "just for fun" LOL LIKE THAT MAN. ALSO HE WAS MAKING CANNIBAL PUNS LEFT AND RIGHT meanwhile will is just sulking eternally
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rekikiri · 9 months
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allison probably started giving neil little nicknames as they got closer and at first it just casual but then she decided she could make a bet for what nickname it would take to get some kind of reaction out of andrew
because she called him baby and he didn’t bat an eye! babe too! honey, sugar, the list just keeps going on and on and nothing at all
the one he finally reacts to?
sweetheart.
it’s not much but the way his eyebrow twitches is enough reaction for her and she just feels victorious
and then proceeds to scream when she finds out it’s because sweetheart is the ONLY nickname andrew will call neil
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njordr · 2 months
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Dwarf or Hobbit?
my bf and i are currently on the last lotr movie but throughout this entire experience he continues to comment on how “dwarf-like” I am. He uses words like “hardy” “stubborn” and “chaotic” and then undermines them with stupid sweet ones like “they’re loyal down to their last fibre and the ones you’d want at your back. You trust them with your life time and time again and never regret it” while eating his dinner and the rest of what I couldn’t finish and suddenly he is in the good books again
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sundaynightlive · 9 months
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Not to get all gushy about a book for middle schoolers but my absolute favorite part of TSATS is that the entire fandom for how many years has been going "Will Sun Nico Moon goo goo ga ga color theory" and Rick was like, "You know what, nah."
Nico di Angelo is not good because he's a reflection of Will like how the moon reflects light off the sun.
He's light on his OWN.
He's not quite as bright, quite as vibrant, but he's still glowing of his own volition, which is such a nice sentiment from a man who usually feeds into our fandom delusion. He finally put his foot down about something and went--
"Hey guys. You know that character I've been building on and you've grown up with that started out eleven and angry and sad and now he's fifteen and in a loving relationship and has a certain amount of optimism despite all the shit he's gone through? Yeah, stop fucking comparing him to the moon. My boys are not an angsty pinterest board, eat my ass."
And I love him for that.
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ask-phantom-ghoull · 21 days
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[MESSAGE FROM THE NAMELESS GHOULS]
Hello children. We would like to inform you that this account is for all ages. Young to old, the purpose for making this blog is to bring comfort to all. And our Ghoul Phantom volunteered to help. As long as you are all respectful, we hope you enjoy your time here.
-Nameless Ghouls
OOC POST
Hi!! I don't have a name you can call me ooc... But you could make one up!!
I am not actually Phantom, I'm not related or part of Ghost in any way, I'm just a fan pretending to be Phantom in my free time!
The point of this account is for people to be silly and ask "Phantom" questions, or just ask how life is on the ministry. If you're like me you're dying to know what goes on behind the scenes, the responses I give are not accurate, but it's how I view things!
There are some stuff that aren't allowed. If you ignore the rules, you'll be blocked.
- No nsfw, flirting is fine but just keep in mind the person behind this is a MINOR.
I'm also working on this little project where i gather other ppl who want to do what i do (pretend to be a ghoul/character from ghost) and make an account purely for content on Ghouls and stuff! More info on my Instagram, I'm not sure how to explain it here!
- Do not ask any personal things about ME (the person running this account)
- Any ooc questions will need to have an (ooc) at the end so I won't be confused
That's it for now! But I'll probably add more things as we go!!
Lmk what you guys want me to post on here or ig!!
I have an Instagram btw! It's exactly like this one but more in character ^^ On tumblr if you dm me I won't reply in character, I'll just reply as myself <33
Ig: phantom._.ghoul
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astrum-aetherium · 9 months
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NOW LISTEN i know ur a mainly nsfw account (which i adore yass) but opinions on henry with a girlfriend whos his polar opposite?
no worries at all, i'm always willing to indulge any of you in a more tame scenario, despite being a nsfw-content-focused account.
it'd be quite sweet, for lack of a better term. i'm sure many are familiar with the grumpy/sunshine trope — it'd be something along those lines. gracing the university halls with your welcoming, radiant atmosphere, with henry trudging along at your side like an unperturbed raincloud, yet in the best way possible. being equally as productive in your studies in your varying ways, whilst simultaneously inspiring one another to be more like the other party, to see the world from the other perspective a little bit more (but not enough to change as a person!).
naturally, he would, at times, grow annoyed with an overly happy-go-lucky attitude, and i'm thinking there would need to be some sort of compromise in place to not agitate him all too much — or he would simply have to suck it up, which might be difficult. nevertheless, i'm convinced he would find a way to love and care for someone who's vastly different from him; it'd certainly be a surprise even to himself, but i think it could work (after all, he's a completely mutable fictional character, right?).
his classmates would appreciate that shift in scenery for him as well. i think they would be pleased with the amount of positivity you'd contribute to his somber life. during conventions at francis' country estate, i'm thinking you could slip into the role of the life of the party (though subdued, of course, and within the bounds of dark academia) — to the vast delight of francis himself, and even camilla and charles. the greatest achievement you'd accomplish with your unfettering ways would probably be getting a (lightly drunk) henry to dance with you to one of francis' ancient records, and it'd be quite cordial; it'd even elicit a rare, luminous smile from him.
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misteria247 · 1 year
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I'm willing to bet money that Mikey would totally beat someone up if they shit talked Donnie like he's usually this sunshine child and then he hears someone talking shit about his kickass brother and he goes from this:
:D
To this:
>:0
And it's basically at that point:
Maim, maim, bite, kill, punch, kick, bite.
And Donnie doesn't bother stopping him because his little brother is on a roll.
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she-ismysun · 1 month
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Open to AO3 reccs!
I fully support the surge of chenford fanfic on ao3 . There is so much. So much to pick from. Thank you season 6 promo for shocking the life back into our writers 🫡 I will be feasting for days
I’ve read more in the last month than I have in the last 2 years probably. I am NOT. a reader but Chenford brings out a different side of me 🫣
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avacynthia · 25 days
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(ooc.
on friday I was going to write...and then I had to emergency-cover somebody's shift at the clinic. it happens and I was in charge so no problem. had a lovely dinner too.
on saturday I was going to write...but I felt sick and accidentally spent all day half-consciously playing balatro instead.
today I was going to write...and then I woke up to a message that someone in New York hacked my Netflix account and signed their entire family up for the premo plan under my name. after an eon-long phone call, I undid that. now I'm doing my taxes and I can't find my W-2 form. 😭 the saga continues...
the universe apparently doesn't want me to write, but it's not gonna keep me down! I'll be back soon. thanks for your patience. 💖)
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necronatural · 8 months
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Rather than "which fandom has the best fic" it might be more productive to ask "which fandom tends to let really high-quality or intriguing pieces of creative writing rise to the top, and still does?"
I.E. Does "good work" tend to be what gets popular? Even when posted very recently? Does the mediocre fic try to capture the intrigue of the good fic? And so on.
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