I'M SORRY I SAID I WOULDN'T MAKE ONE OF THESE BUT NOW AND THEN YOU JUST........ HAVE TO TALK Everything you find in here is probably gonna be OC talk! Lots and lots of OC talk! If you want to tlak to me please do I love talking
Ok it has no place in the canon story but I've just got myself really excited about an AU in which Tafari's getting haunted by Cas's ghost.... Cas was already just a cowardly nihilist but now he's like "well damn nothing can hurt me im gonna be annoying as hell" and tafari is like "why are you here i'm not guilty" and cas is just "CONFESS CONFESS COFNESS" this has also accidentally blossomed tafari x ghost!cas so um i'm in hell
our group chat's best shutposting comes from skulduggery pleasant thank you mr. p personal favourites: bilpy-rei snagwen dekerl laundry doctor fix antor scrapegay and trash wilpy screm (my boy) spronghauled jock doogie blonde and grain o callhen the manter hanter THE MANTY HANTYS
Post-Something Terrible HC: (assuming he lives and that he doesn't get together with Laney) Damien, for several years, can't date anyone, because he always ends up thinking about Laney. He brings it up to her and she says that's dumb Damien is such a hopeless romantic it's really gross. Get A Life, Damien
I feel like ive been violently thrown forward and now Im actually thinking about romance in stories again because for like 6 months now it's been no romance no romance no romance except 4 like 3 romance. But now I'm shipping Harlene with her old assistant and it's REALLY cute so I should probably give him a name
Fritz pauses mid-sentence to follow his daughter's gaze. "Aw, hell," he mutters. "Bar fight. Stay away from it, Blanche." He pauses. "Are you... are you WATCHING it?" Blanche didn't reply and kept her eyes on the fight. From what she managed to dissect of the situation, the skinny woman with the high ponytail had picked a fight with a muscular, tattooed one, and the second woman had leaped onto the table. Now they both stood on it and a small crowd had gathered, yelling and chanting. She watches as the muscular woman grabs the other's face on one side and begins delivering punches to the other. "Maybe we can ask her if she'd like to come and fight," Blanche proposes. "No," replies Fritz immediately. "Absolutely not. We came here for a night out, we're not even going to mention the ring." Blanche frowns to herself and keeps watching. The woman manages to pull away after two punches, looking beaten and unsteady on her feet. When the tattooed woman goes to grab her again, she dodges. Once. Twice. Three times. Again and again she dodges the grabs and punches, until her eyes steady out. The tattooed woman finally managed to wrap her hand around her arm, but the woman with the ponytail rotates her arm and breaks free. Only a second later and she was standing beside the bigger woman, jabbing her in the side and shoving her forward. The tattooed woman gags as the swiveling woman stays ducked and weaves around her abdomen, keeping her still with rapid hits to the ribs, stomach, and solar plexus. Directly in front of her now, the woman fires one more punch directly at the other's chin. The tattooed woman's knees buckles and the ponytailed woman shoves her into the crowd, whose screaming and chanting gets even louder. "Wow," Blanche hears her father mumble behind her. "Not bad." His eyes widen and he shakes his head. "No, no fighting tonight. The manager will come to deal with that soon." "Hm," Blanche replies. The manager was among the crowd indeed, trying to break them up. "Harlene," the crowd was chanting. "Harlene, Harlene, Harlene!" Someone climbs up onto the table and supports the fighter called Harlene, looking absolutely ecstatic. "Hail the Queen!" they shout, lifting one of Harlene's arms. Blanche returns to her drink with her dad. The bar seemed too quiet once the fight was broken up. People went back to their tables and someone claiming to be a doctor took the tattooed woman out. Fritz and Blanche don't talk, just watch as the manager berates Harlene and her friend and points towards the door. Harlene snaps back insults that the Hafizi's couldn't hear and jabs the manager in the stomach when he tries to grab her. "Out!" bellows the manager, and with a final sneer, she and her friend retreat out the door. Fritz looks down and stirs his drink, trying not to meet his daughter's gaze. Her eyes, wide and begging and as blue as her mother's, bored into him until he finally looks up. "Fine, for f*ck's sake! Go ask her if she wants to fight sometime, I don't give a damn! Just don't force her into anything!" "Thank you, dad!" Blanche chirps, jumping from her seat and hurrying after Harlene. Up close, the fighter was a lot older than Blanche thought, or looked it, at least. She was thin and there were lines and dark circles around her quick eyes and her dark hair was more oily than shiny. "Hail the Queen," greets Blanche, and Harlene's eyes dart up to her. "Thanks," she deadpans in response. "That was an impressive fight," she continues. "Thanks." "My name is Blanche Hafizi." "Why should I care?" "Me and my dad run a fighting ring." Now, Harlene pauses, biting her tongue. It was forked like a snake's and longer than normal. Her eyes dart away, then back to Blanche. "Not interested." "Are you sure? You really are a great fighter, you'd add a whole new dynamic to the group we have. You don't even have to stay, just drop in for a fight on Friday nights-" "I'm not a fighter, I'm a herpetologist." Blanche blinks. "R- really? No offense, but what kind of scientist is out here getting into bar fights?" Harlene's nostrils flare and her pupils shrink. She steps forward, teeth digging into her tongue. "F*ck off." "Wait," Blanche rushes as she steps away, "I didn't mean anything by it! I don't know what happened, but I guarantee that joining the ring will help! Being a ring fighter is an opportunity. Somewhere to stay, a way to make money, a new start!" Harlene steps away, her mouth partially open. Her pupils stay focused on Blanche. She says nothing. Blanche pulls a card from her pocket and holds it out. "Just think about it, okay? Have a nice evening!" The next Friday night, the Gladiator Arena saw its first fight with the Queen Cobra.
There are so many other things I could be writing instead of this this wasn't even fun
Raphael is a good character because he has so much potential to be a really dramatic, angsty character but instead he walks right into people's houses, wears triangle-shaped eyeliner, and steps directly into lakes and is surprised when he gets wet
Ever since I realized how much I hated the sound of breathing, it's just been getting worse, and I hate myself for it. If I'd never even thought about it being an issue I probably could have learned to ignore it but now I'm just so...
OK IM SORRY FOR BUTTING IN IT BUT I FEEL YOU ON THIS ONE except for me it's with chewing and i just someone pointed it out on a tumblr post once how they hate how it sounds and since then i've been nOTICING IT TOO and i don't like it aaaaaaaaa
Here's the thing about time: if you can't make the most out of any given moment...
Jess is shaping up to be a lazy, self-centered, materialistic jack*ss and I'm liking it Guy's been too quiet which is a shame 'cause he's such a sweetheart I hope that under the city they suddenly get flooded with a huge amount of water so he dies
#your fav is problematic: Guy -really creepy -will stalk you if he likes your species -can't swim
#your fav is problematic: Jess -lazy, self-centered, materialistic jack*ss -and I'm liking it -disregards the fact that other people are mortal and will be dead -CARF*CKER CARF*CKER CARF*CKER
Terrence shot towards her suddenly and grabbed both her arms. "Yone!" he hisses. "Yone, I need your help!" Yone gasps and pulls her arms away, looking up at him. His pupils were small and scared and he looked like he hadn't slept in at least a day. "Terrence! What's going on? Did you come all the way here to find me?" "I don't know how it happened, but he's here and I shouldn't even be leaving the house for this long, something bad might happen, he might get found or he might break something but I don't know what else to do and you're the only person I can come to and I need your help!" His voice was still quiet, but his words were breathless and rushed like Yone had never heard before. It wasn't like her friend to get this upset over something. She sets her hands on his shoulders and he flinches. "Terrence, I need you to slow down. What happened." His eyes dart around and he presses a hand to the back of his neck. "You have to come with me. Quickly." Without even bothering to grab her hand and pull her, he spun around and began moving at a pace between jogging and walking. Yone calls out after him and follows. He leads her back to his house without saying a thing, not answering any of her questions. He hesitates before opening the door. "Please don't.. please don't arrest me. I don't know what to do." "Terrence, what's-" He opens the door before Yone could finish her question and ushers her inside, locking the door behind him. He holds a finger to his lips, then guides her into his bedroom. Yone almost spoke, but he shushed her again, and gestured anxiously at the bed. Yone freezes and is forced to assess the man she'd never seen before lying in his bed. The man was sound asleep and, though his expression was peaceful, he looked terrible. His face was gaunt and his eyes were dark and sunken. His hair was long and dark and oily and his face was stubbled. He wore clothes like they did, in dark red and gold and black. His fingers twitched sporadically as he slept and his eyelids fluttered. "Who the hell is this?" whispers Yone finally. Terrence didn't look at her and just replies, "I didn't think it was possible, but he's here. It- it shouldn't be possible, I'm not sure if he's okay, the absolute power it must have taken..." "Who is he, Terrence?" "He showed up last night, exhausted out of his mind, I- I had to at least keep him here, he needed help, b- but I can't keep him here, can I? Someone's going to find out and- and-" "Terrence!" Yone raises her voice slightly and he finally looks into her eyes. "Who is he?" "It's Vallen, Yone." She freezes. When she tried to reply her voice was gone and she couldn't find anything to say, anyways. How is that possible? It shouldn't be possible. It wasn't. But, here he was. Undeniably the same dark hair and long nose, but so different from the young boy he was when she truly last saw him. Terrence doesn't try to stop her as she steps forward and kneels by the bed. "No way," she breathes finally, shaking her head. "He's supposed to be locked up. What's he doing here? In your house?" "It's the first one he found," mumbles Terrence. "Do you... Do you want to talk to him?" Yone hesitates. Damn right she wanted to talk to Vallen. But that didn't mean she wanted to talk to this guy, gross and sickly and a convict. She didn't have a choice, though, because Vallen's eyelids flicker open and he jerks awake. Same dark eyes, but something different in them. They focus on Yone and Vallen opens his mouth. Down to her uniform's emblem, then up to Terrence. "Wow. You've betrayed me already? I thought I could trust you, old friend." His voice shook and the shadow around his eyes made his words even more sinister. "I didn't! I mean, I told her, but she's- she's not going to put you back, I promise! A- aren't you?" Yone shook her head. She'd pulled away from the bedside and just stared at him. It really didn't look like him anymore. Vallen watches her, checking out her expression and staring into her eyes warily. Then, recognition appears in those dark eyes and his mouth opens slightly, then spreads into a childish grin. "No way! Is it really-?" He shifts his legs off the bed and stands up. He wasn't taller than her. A laugh escapes his mouth, a genuine sound for such a hollow face. "Oh, man! Yone! Yone, it's you!" And then, before she could stop him, he pulled her into a hug. All her fears vanished for a moment. It wasn't a sickly man, or an escaped convict. It was her old friend Vallen, and he'd just seen her for the first time in years, and he'd missed her. He was tired and scared but excited to be outside again. It was him.
Bottom line: Yone and Terrence r d*cks to their old buddy ... goodfullwriting ...
"Have they introduced themself?" asks Phantom, and you indicate that they'd not. The warrior had come to your rescue and joined your group without once mentioning their name. Phantom seems amused by this. "Of course not. I know their name." She pauses briefly and the smile wavers. "Ivy Virtue, most people know them as. People know them as a pure and eternal hero, who has spent their life fighting for goodness. But I know that's wrong. I know their name is Darrow Ivy, and they are a very tired warrior living in loneliness and regret because they have spent their entire life fighting."
Darrow needs a good hug and someone to say, "It's okay, you've done enough" New Ship: Phantom x Darrow.... Pharrow..
Scott's gonna be the guard who corners them he's new on the job so thats why he even THINKS about sparing Les And then jump forward about 3 years later and Scott is STILL holding it over Leslie's head "kelley stop being a prick you owe me your LIFE kelley"
Scott and Thomas, the first new year Thomas is spending as a vampire. It's the afternoon, and the brothers are both resting as Scott organizes before a trip into the town. Thomas opens his eyes and makes a noise at the back of his throat. Scott glances at him. "Something wrong?" "I'm not gonna be awake for New Years anymore," Thomas replies somberly. Scott pauses. He hadn't thought of that. "Hey, it's alright, it's not like we were really planning to do anything, right?" "I guess, but... You know, I wanted to at least stay up until midnight, be around when the year changes..." He laughs hollowly and shakes his head. Scott was silent with him for several moments, before standing up and lifting his bag on his shoulder. "I'm heading for groceries. Don't think too much about it, just try and get some rest." "Yessir." When Thomas is tapped awake next, he sat up and prepared himself to be chained back to the tree, but when he glanced at the sun, it was barely even sundown. He turns his gaze to his brother, smiling crookedly in front of him and holding up a bottle of beer. "Happy New Year, Thomas." A smile cracks over his face and he sits up a bit straight. "Oh my god... C'mere." He wraps his arms around his brother tightly, then pulls away. His grin was sad. "You're the best brother anyone could ever ask for, y'know?" "Have a drink," laughs Scott, sitting down beside him. "I wonder if anyone's ever seen a drunk vampire before," chuckles Thomas as Scott works on opening the bottle. "I'm probably just going to vomit as soon as I can, but we can imagine." They both stopped drinking once Thomas started hurting, and before the sun set, Scott was chaining him up again. "My gums hurt from the vampire bit, but my ribs hurt from laughing," breathes Thomas as his brother works. "Thank you, Scott..." "Heh," chuckles Scott, "happy new year." "Happy new year."