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“i would rather die than to love you from afar„
rafayel would tuck your hair behind your ear and looks at you with loving eyes when you fall asleep listening to his ramblings.
rafayel who acts defiant and dramatic for the fun of it, he adores seeing you grin and laugh at his silly behavior.
rafayel relishes the warmth of your hand intertwined with his. although you may not remember him from your previous lives, he'll make sure to cherish you in this life anyways.
rafayel, who's heart overflows with love. he would do anything to stay by your side, even if it means giving up everything he has for you.
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xavier, who puts himself on the line for you. your safety is his top priority.
xavier who rarely ever refuses you. he can't, he can't find himself refusing you. ask him anything, and he would do anything in his power to give it to you.
xavier, who would always get hurt and never go to the hospital. he always comes to you with one or two more wounds that you scold him for getting. it isn't his fault he keeps on getting hurt, maybe he just wanted to see you.
xavier would fall asleep everywhere, and sometimes even on you— if you let him. you may not see it, but his eyes is practically brimming with love for you.
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zayne, who gives you gifts as a sign of his affection.
zayne treasures the memories you guys make together. he keeps those memories close to his heart, loving you despite being cursed with the pain that comes along with it.
zayne who gets flustered when you catch him eating sweets. although he is a doctor himself, he can't resist sweets— which makes you giggle at the mention of that.
zayne, who boldly holds and kisses you. he doesn't care if his love for you will kill him, he would rather die than to love you from afar.
a/n: this might be occ and inaccurate LMAO. had to use the fandom wiki to make it seem accurate as possible. i haven't played the game in a while so ^^
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To a Drowning Man
Here is the weight of a heart:
dreams gone ragged at the edges,
faded and frayed, the ghost of hope
rather than her full splendour,
and yet,
it’s enough, isn’t it? She sings
still, not siren but lullaby,
a reminder of strength
in darker times,
a hand offered
without expectation, just steady
and steady on—
the constant promise
of softness, breath
to a drowning man
who has ignored his own drowning—
sometimes, love is this
potential:
glimmer unexpected,
gentleness unasked for,
a silhouette standing in shadow,
imperfect heart
shining, a torch song
burning
against the dark.
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Danny and his haunt are more than a little distressed to find out that Pariah Dark can’t be destroyed and can only be sealed away due to being the Ancient of Darkness. Danny is worried about someone trying to wake him up again, while his friends are more worried about the ghost going after the newborn Ancient of Space again.
They scour libraries, search high and low in both the Ghost Zone and the living world for a solution before finally just asking Clockwork.
And well, they feel like just a bit of idiots but also elated.
Because if Danny can become the new embodiment of space, then what’s to stop them from giving the power of darkness to someone else that’s not Pariah Dark?
They make a list of requirements, ask both ghosts and living friends. There’s nothing in their world, no one quite right, but what about other worlds? The realms are supposedly infinite right? So there had to be someone out there.
And while it takes a long, long time, they eventually find one when a small bloodied ghost of greens, golds, and reds comes forth shyly, eyes burning with determination. He speaks of heroes and villains- far more than their own world- of a city cloaked in shadow and of a single man trying to help despite it seeming impossible.
Who better to become the new Dark besides the dark knight himself after all?
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do you have any fluffy drabbles to post 👀 i’m craving some fluff
i think i know who asked this LOL but i do have something that i wrote up, i wasn't going to post it but since you asked 👀
“Hey just got back.” You slide off your shoes, setting your bag down on the side table next to your front door. Walking further into the living room you round the couch.
“You’re a little late.” He gives you a pointed stare, not serious but just the slightest bit displeased.
You lean in toward him, eyes wrinkling at the reading glasses he wears.
“Mhm-“ Peck
“Told you I’d be late-“ Peck
“before leaving-“ Peck
“so you wouldn’t worry” Peck
“M’always worrying.” He pulls you in by the collar of your shirt.
“I know.” You give him that look.
The look that Simon thinks is between adoration and understanding, you’d always had the uncanny ability to simply know when it came to him. He's not sure how you do it.
You give him one final quick kiss, before standing.
“What are you thinking for dinner?” You call out while walking into the kitchen.
“Dunno, s’up to you.” He goes back to whatever random book he’s picked up today.
“I don’t feel like picking.” You browse the cupboards searching for something.
You open the fridge, take a look, and close it with a sigh, continuing your scavenging, brows furrowed in the lightly frustrated way Simon loves.
“Which is why-“ He stands from where he is on the couch, walking toward you, into the kitchen.
“I went out and,” He grabs a hold of your waist, stretching over you to open the highest cupboard, the one that you don’t think you’ve ever opened or will open.
“Got this.” He holds a a white plastic bag stuffed with takeout boxes and from the smell alone, you recognize it to be your favorite takeout spot from across town.
“You said you didn’t know what to get!” Your face beaming with a smile Simon could only compare to the sun.
“Mhm, I know, if I said I’d already gotten something you’d be cross you weren’t involved in the decision, but also knew if I didn’t have something you’d be cross and hungry.” He leans in, bowing his head to kiss you.
“You know me freakishly well.” Your face bears a content smile.
And he makes a noise of approval.
You both walk toward your kitchen table with you tucked under his arm. Both wondering how you ever got so lucky.
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JK Rowling: Harry Potter is 100% heterosexual.
Harry in book 6:
Meticulously catalogues Tom Riddle's evolving level of hotness in each memory he watches
Gets so distracted by seeing Draco Malfoy changing that he gets hit on the head by a piece of luggage
Is deeply horrified that large numbers of girls are interested in him, doesn't even consider dating any of them, and goes to great lengths to avoid them
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