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justmoreocs-writing · 10 months
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OC Kiss Scene Tag Game
So, I couldn’t actually remember what kiss scenes I’d already written, and I’ve not written anything of substance for a little while again, so I wrote these for this – I’ve done an original story one as well – I hope that’s alright. Thanks for the tag @darknightfrombeyond. This is using my The Devil in Me OC Angelica.
Angelica felt the warmth of Mark pressed against her back, his arms wrapped carefully around her, holding her protectively even though deep down they both knew hiding was futile. Holmes’s hotel had hidden doorways everywhere; vents that could make any closed area a death chamber.
‘Angel,’ he barely breathed, voice so soft she might have missed it if she hadn’t felt his breath on the back of her head. ‘I’m sor –’
‘Don’t,’ she whispered, the word caught on a sob she knew wasn’t helpful right then. Her father would’ve killed her if he thought her mourning him put her in danger.
She felt Mark nod, and gently squeezed his hands.
‘How’re your bloods?’ he asked, an obvious and yet almost welcome change in topic.
‘Haven’t checked,’ she admitted, despite knowing she should have. Without her phone, doing it the old fashioned way fell to her to remember. She couldn’t even rely on the pestering of her Castor, of her father, because neither of them were with her. But so much had happened. Too much, that checking to see if her sugar levels were right felt like something of a minor thing.
‘OK,’ he said softly, releasing his hold on her a little. He pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to the top of her head before pulling away. ‘I’m right here.’
Angelica gulped nervously as she stepped away from his protective warmth and set about getting her testing strips from her bag. The place where he’d kissed her still tingled, and she tried not to think about how much she wanted to kiss him properly, and how scared she was that a kiss shared in a murder house might just seal their fate for the worst if they allowed themselves that brief moment of affection.
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hinamie · 2 months
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morning glory
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snek-eyes · 1 year
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Can we go back to this for a sec? To Aziraphale having to explain the concept of being in love to the other angels? Because I cannot imagine what a trip it has to be, falling in love with someone when that is literally not something you are supposed to be able to do. When it is something you barely understand. When the object of whatever this is isn't supposed to be able to feel this way either, except as time goes on you start to realize it's happening to him too. And neither of you can actually talk to each other about it.
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jabesa0 · 3 months
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🤍🤍🤍🤍
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justmoreocs-edits · 1 year
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From Angels and Gods Story Introduction
Hindsight is a wonderful thing, and that was one thing Angelica quickly realised during her latest investigative trip to a replica of the Murder Hotel. The word “replica” should have set alarm bells off in her head, but the excitement of another subject to delve into was too much. Soon, she and the rest of the team find out exactly the lengths some people will go to in the hopes of respecting their heroes. And what exactly she and the people she cares about are willing to do for survival.
Cas had always assumed that protecting the team was one of those easy things Charlie had offered him simply to keep Jelly happy. However, when they arrive on an island claiming to have a replica of the Murder Hotel on it, Castor is correctly worried about the whole thing. He puts it down to the fact the whole thing is creepy; the fact that Jelly never looks out for herself with things. But, as their night takes a turn for the worst, Cas soon learns that perhaps there’s more to his job than he ever could have imagined.
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angelsaxis · 4 months
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fandomestuff · 1 year
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guardian-of-soho · 1 year
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Thinking again about the very first scene, and how Aziraphale was fascinated and besotted by the Starmaker. Not-yet-Crowley is so full of light, and joy, and innocent intent — and Aziraphale is already afraid. He already knows not to ask questions. Whoever he’s been with, they aren’t like the Starmaker. Heaven already isn’t safe; they don’t love what they’ve made. They’re blithely planning its destruction. But the Starmaker loves his stars. He wants them to live. And even though Aziraphale doesn’t have words yet for what is wrong in Heaven, he feels the fear of it — and he sees the Starmaker hasn’t gone wrong yet, and he loves him for it. He loves him for loving the world.
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fernsnailz · 1 month
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sorry these kinds of comments have been really pissing me off recently lol
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juha-art · 2 months
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ELECTROCHEMISTRY- No one will ever want to sleep with you.
Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out, Richard Siken
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dimity-lawn · 3 months
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So I have some potentially big news, at least in my world: After over a year of desperately longing for something I thought impossible, I am now on the waiting list for a ticket to the Discworld Convention!!!!!*
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This happened about this time yesterday, and I still haven’t fully absorbed this information. I have yet to think one complete coherent thought, because my thoughts keep being interrupted by new ones. Last night I was too excited to sleep, and, as you might expect, the lack of sleep isn’t helping matters. And while I’m thrilled by this, I’m also kind of in a state of “oh no, there’s so much to figure out and do and so little time!”, including several sewing projects, especially my scaled up to adult size reproduction of an 18th century pocket in the collections of the V&A, because if I’m going to Birmingham for the convention, I’ll have to go to the V&A.** I’m afraid of getting my hopes up, but 🤞.
Rattle your drawers for me!
*Yes, five exclamation points is a sure sign of an insane mind, but in my defense, reread the part before the five exclamation points. **This project has reached a surprising and ungodly extent of procrastination.
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justmoreocs-writing · 10 months
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‘Dad?’ Angelica asked, voice no more than a terrified whisper. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and she was pretty sure she could hear the blood pounding in her ears. But she couldn’t tear her attention away from the bedraggled figure slouching slightly in front of them. If she hadn’t have seen him grab hold of Mark, she would have been certain he was merely a ghost.
‘It’s me, Jelly.’
Angelica rushed to her father, dropping Mark’s hand at some point so she could reach him unimpeded. She collided with her dad, burying her head against his shoulder and trying desperately to ignore the vague smell of smoke that lingered on his clothes; it wasn’t the familiar tobacco smell, but rather something far more terrifying.
He gave a weak hiss of pain, and part of her felt bad, wanted to pull away. Her father’s arms wrapped tentatively around her back, holding her closer before she could move, though.
‘I’m here,’ he assured her softly.
‘I thought you died,’ she whispered, part of her still terrified that it was just a hallucination, that he’d disappear when she voiced the truth.
He gave her a squeeze before carefully pulling away from her. There was a wry smile on his face that almost put her worries at ease. He took her hand, clung to it as if it might be the thing that kept them both there.
‘You know it’s gonna take more than that to take me out,’ he said, carefully brushing hair back with his free hand before glancing towards Mark. ‘I’m glad you’re both all right.’
‘What about the others? Cas?’
‘I don’t know,’ her father admitted heavily. ‘But we’re getting out of here. All of us.’
Angelica nodded firmly, really wishing she could totally believe her father’s words this time. But part of her was terrified. Part of her knew it was far easier said than done given everything that had already happened.
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mdverse · 7 months
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go go go!! (x)
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hazbingirliexoxo · 6 months
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*On the phone*
Reader: I wanna do bad things to you~😏
Valentino: Oooo yeah? Like what, amorcito?~😈
Reader: Like break your FUCKING NECK and gouge your eyes out and RIP-
Valentino: 😶 *hangs up*
Angel: *recording in the background, dying of laughter*
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milkymittens · 7 months
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What is up Hazbin Hotel nation I've got some Huskerdust for you this morning
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justmoreocs-edits · 1 year
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Perspective Character Introduction: Castor Griffin
Name: Castor Frederick Griffin
Nickname(s): Cas
Birthday: 11th of February
Age: 23 years old
Height: 175cm / 5’8’’
Dominant Hand: Right
Occupation: Security With Lonnit Productions
Species: Human
Faceclaim is Dean-Charles Chapman
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