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Danny: So I may have did a bit of an oopsie daisy.
Jazz: … define a bit.
Danny: you know how you were telling me about the two main ways of conditioning?
Jazz: Yes?
Danny: And you remember how I said Pavlov’s dog sounded strangely familiar?
Jazz watching her brother pace: Danny?
Danny: Well, there’s this guy in my lit class who was very pretty and I heard he was vegan and you know that giant bag of vegan candy Sam sent?
Jazz: Please tell me you didn’t.
Danny: Not on purpose! You know how big that bag is! And I can’t just throw it way it’s good candy! So I just, kept giving him a couple pieces when I saw him! I didn’t even realize what I did until I passed him in the hall earlier and he nearly smiled at me and he never smiles!
Jazz: only you little brother.
Danny flopping on the floor dramatically: he just looked to the floor in confusion Jazz! Like visible confusion!
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ogdoadfates · 7 months
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There was only one bed/sharing a bed Prompt list
We doing this masterful trope this time lol. Again like always feel free to use for anything.
Person A waking up to a sleeping Person B clinging onto them tightly.
"Did you know you talk in your sleep?"
Person A waking up to Person B curled up and sleeping on top of them.
"Join me?"
Person A helping calm down Person B who woke up terrified and crying from a nightmare.
First time sharing a bed as a couple.
"Can I join you? I just...I just don't want to be alone tonight."
Whispering "Oh you are going to be very embarrassed when you wake up."
"I don't know, you just make me feel safe."
"It's late and we're tired."
Accidentally falling asleep on the bed to wake up to someone walking in on them.
Person A & B finding out when they wake up that they both cuddle things in their sleep (in this case each other)
"I can take the floor?" "No it's alright, besides it's big enough for the both of us."
Person A idly playing with Person B's hair while they are asleep.
Person A waking up to notice Person B was watching them sleep.
Person A staying the night after an event involving Person B.
Person A staying the night to help Person B recover after they were released from the hospital.
"You sure this is okay?"
"Do you want me to stay?"
"This okay?"
"It's alright, I'm here."
"Weirdly, the best sleep I've ever had."
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whumpberry-cookie · 10 months
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Aftermath
Caretaker is asked to search for some photo in Whumpee's phone.
They try not to peek in other folders, but there's one called "Reasons I'm happy I survived".
One photo per day.
And at least 2/3 of them are photoes of Caretaker.
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winterspiderpurrs · 5 months
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Prompt:
Where Tony and Peter meet because Peter runs the Maria Stark Foundation
Peter was reviewing the books, and the numbers just don't look right.
Peter was so focused on the good this foundation does he never realized the ties to the crime family.
But when it gets brought up to Tony. Well Tony gets mad.
1) His mother's organization was never supposed to be touched by his group - keep it clean
2) How come no one told him this cutie took over running it?
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blue-avis · 1 year
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DC X DP
Ok, this is a random crack thought I want to unleash into the world.
So, Constantine was the lead singer and a songwriter for the band Mucous Membrane in the 70s. And it is barely remembered despite being, from what I can tell, an ok/good band for the time, even if John thinks they were shit. I mean they:
Got consistent gigs around London for three years
Able to get enough money for a music video when music videos were nascent,
They got a interview with a British music newspaper
After they disbanded they continued to have a cult fallowing
There was a attempted documentary
The underground XS Magazine wanted an interview with Constantine
What if Ember somehow got her hands on a recording of one of their songs in life? It could have even been the reason she wanted to be a rockstar.
Mucous Membrane’s music will sometimes play in Ember’s layer, and Danny asks who it is because the song just slaps when you are anyone or anything with a connection to the occult. Ember starts happily telling Danny everything she knows about them and that the only member that is still living is John Constantine.
Danny starts listening to them which gets a lot more ghosts to listen to them out of curiosity. Mucous Membrane becomes the most popular band among ghosts.
This can lead to a lot of shenanigans.
Maybe Danny is summoned and instead of getting this unintelligible monster, the JL gets a excited 14 year old asking for Johns autograph and if he would be willing to sing for him.
Maybe after John kicks it he gets roped into performing with his old band mate for the ghost king and thousands of other ghosts.
Maybe Danny hunts John down wanting to get a autograph for both himself and Ember, just popping up in a meeting and giving everyone a heart attack.
The possibilities are endless!
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aceofsw-ords · 1 year
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I want a love I never have to beg for, a love that calls for me first.
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trusthevillain · 7 months
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"You don't have to do this for me.", Hero explained but the look in Villains eyes made them shiver.
"killing for you is easy. It’s right. It feels natural. I protect what I love. Do you think I'll let them live after what they did?", Villain was enraged and every second they stayed there, not avenging what happened to Hero made them worse.
"I'll show them what hell looks like before send them to it."
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Letter from a loved one // T.N //
Theodore Nott X Reader
TW: angst?
Word Count: 842
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Today has gone by eerily slowly.
Classes have dragged on, the meals were too short. It's as if there's this underlying feeling of dread that is just floating in the air. Contaminating everyone in the castle. Even Peeves has been uncharastically rude. I have barely seen any of my friends and when I did, they were in a bad mood. Hell, even I was in a bad mood. After a long day, such as today, all I want to do is climb into bed with Theo and sleep until tomorrow, but with him nowhere to be found I must find solace alone.
Theo has been secretive all year. Disappearing for hours, even days, at a time. Telling me not to worry, that in the end everything will be okay. How can I not worry when my boyfriend of two years is missing constantly and keeping secrets from me?
The common room is as gloomy as the rest of the castle. Like everyone is waiting for something terrible to happen. When I finally make it to my dorm it is devoid of life, except for Pansy. Who looks to be on her way out.
“ Y/N.” She mumbles quietly. Stopping when she walks past me and is standing in the doorway. “I almost forgot, Theo stopped by, said he couldn't stay but he left a letter for you. I put it on your bed.” She tells me before giving me a weak smile, in which I give a similar one in return. She then turns walking out of the dorm leaving me alone, once again.
With shaky legs I sit on the bed, slowly grab the letter, pausing to admire the perfect script in which Theo wrote my name. I have always loved watching him write. There is something about the way his longer fingers wrap around his quill and guide the writing utensil with such precision, that makes me feel all warm inside.
Though, that's just Theo. He may seem cold, hard and sarcastic to everyone else, but to me he is the most caring and loving person I have ever met. He's the only person I ever told about my family. How they were killed and I was left to live with my aunt. He's been a constant light in my life ever since.
Taking a deep breath I unclasp the wax seal from the letter and open it. I read over the letter carefully, as my eyes welled up with tears. An overwhelming sadness courses through me as I try to understand the words that are written in front of me.
The tears are flowing freely now as I stand up on unsteady legs, letter still in hand, with every intention of searching for the brunette boy who stole my heart, and inevitably broke it into pieces. Before I can make it to the door I collapse in a heap of tears and heavy breathing, feeling as if the world is caving in on me, praying this is all some sick joke.
But knowing, for now at least, he's gone. I’m officially all alone.
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byegonnagocrynow · 9 days
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An ode to the love lost
And I sit here, burned by grief of what could've been only if one of us would accumulate the courage to live our truth.
'I wonder what it would be like to run my fingers through his curls'- I didn't realise I had voiced that thought. Maybe I said it in a released sigh or a whisper, maybe i yelled, either way I don't remember. It was a harmless fleeting attraction, or so i thought. He was pretty, yes, but he was also beautiful and intriguing in its highest sense. The kind of beauty uncharted waters offer. Mesmerizing, even. He'd leave you in a trance once you set your eyes on him. Or maybe you were exaggerating. Maybe, as pointed by many to you, you simply put him on a pedestal and romanticised him. Maybe he was just another boy with toned muscles, a smile that could light up cities of darkness and hair so tangled that hung loose on top of his forehead. His eyes, oh God, his eyes! His eyes were in resemblance of late autumn leaves that brought in the joy of it being cold and festive again. His eyes were the shade of brown that feels safe enough to confide in. Those irises alone would make you want to confess your dirtiest sins, in assurance that you'd be forgiven regardless. Yet, they were treacherous enough to doubt. The kind that swirl like sweet nectar. Brown, copper eyes that held in some kind of Greek tragedy. His eyes were gentle, almost vulnerable, like a fleeting gazelle's, one fleeing from potential predators. You'd see him staring right into your soul and you couldn't help but look away. Until you'd look back at that familiar warmth of christmas socks and hot chocolate on a chilly morning while you wrote letters to your lost lover by the fire. Destined for a grand tragedy. You'd look back, timid to hold eye contact, wondering what if it was all too good to be true? Men weave beautiful blankets of lies, you were aware. But you'd find his eyes breathless, as if after a passionate kiss and you'd know. You'd know that boyish grin by heart. You'd have it memorised as if it were beats you've hummed for months. You'd know he was luring you but you had known for a while now that that allure wasn't one of malice. What you wouldn't know was if he'd ever reciprocate this affection, and that would terrify you. So much that you'd never bring yourself to confess. And just like that, a love that could've been one for the history books, died suffocating under the ruins of ancient cities.
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Danny was being harassed in broad daylight.
He can’t get the guy to take a hint and frankly he’s going to be late for his new job if he can’t get through the door.
Just when he was starting to think that he would have to hit him, a hand gently rested on his shoulder.
“Hey Chum sorry it took me so long to get here but traffic was a killer! Is this man bothering you?”
Turns out His boss Bruce Wayne is actually a nice man.
Too bad Gotham gossips worst than a small town.
Seriously guys, this isn’t funny, it stopped being funny the third time he got picked out of a crowd as the “new Wayne.”
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caledine · 9 months
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Prompt #6 - HANAHAKI DISEASE
Imagine having Hanahaki disease with your dead lover- WHY HAVE I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS.
Imagine the flowers that dig their roots deep intro your lungs are your lovers favourite — the ones you placed on their grave not even a week prior
Imagine knowing you need to put grief aside and ‘get over it’ before you join them and slowly suffocate to death
Imagine crying every time you cough up flower, not because it hurts, but because it reminds you so much of them
Imagine knowing that they can never free you by loving you back because their never coming back
Imagine the guilt as you try to force yourself to forget someone whose last wish was to make sure that they were never forgotten
Imagine realising that the flowers you used to buy them that would bring them such joy are the ones causing you such great pain
Imagine friends and family of the lover who you loved dearly’s hearts breaking when they can’t figure out why you suddenly want nothing to do with them
This idea has so much potential!
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seonghrtz · 7 months
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ok , hear me out , i just had an idea for a suguru fic !
so imagine a mafia boss suguru falling in love with an introverted blind reader , as if their first meeting was completely random and clichéd ( as if they bumped into each other or her dog ran away and suguru found the dog ) and suguru immediately fell in love with the reader .
and one day , reader gets caught in the middle of a mafia fight and ends up getting hurt , and suguru takes care of reader with all the love in the world and ends up telling reader that he is the mafia boss ( even though he was afraid that reader would run away from him ) .
if anyone likes the idea and wants to develop it , please tag me because i need to read a story like this with my babygirl suguru !
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kathviolet17 · 1 year
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This is good:
Character A pointing a loaded gun to character B and a copy (clon, robot, disguise) and asking a question that only a B can answer.
But! Consider:
Character A having a strained relationship with B, (maybe A pays more attention to things that B said, or both are long lost friends). B fails to remember the answer, and the copy gives one too much detailed (or maybe the way A recall the past, but not what actually happened), so B can see how A coldly shoot the copy, and look to him with a sad smile.
A whispers to B "I knew you wouldn't remember". How gut wrenching and potential angst this is??
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u5an5 · 3 months
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A: Can I please get my money back? B: (laughs) You didn’t review the contract, did you kiddo? A: I value honesty, what was in that contract? B: Right! And the contract was very honest about exactly where your money was going! B: Namely to me, and not back to you.
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fanficocean · 2 months
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Monthly Prompt: Sky and Water
Your fic must include both! (Moodboard is not necessary but it can be used as inspiration!)
As always feel free to tag us in your post, we’ll be more than happy to reblog it!!
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trusthevillain · 5 months
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"Just because I love you doesn't mean I'm not stupid. Give me some slack for goodness sake!"
"Me? What have I done?"
"You think just because I am who I am to them, that makes me smarter. Well, I'm not! I'm gonna screw up and I need you to not leave me as I try to learn how to love you right. I need you to not give up on me. Please, keep loving me."
"I will."
"You know, I've always heard about love and that makes you do things without thinking, but to me, it's not like that. I have to make a conscious effort every time. I observe you so I can learn what you like and what you don't like, what makes you happy, and what you despise. I'm trying, Hero. I'm trying hard because I love you and I know saying it makes me sound pretentious but I'm not. I'm just self-aware. I know what my goal is and I know very well what I want."
"And what is it? What do you want?"
"You, stupid! I want you."
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