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stitch1830 · 8 months
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Those two angsty pieces put me in the mood for something a little more light-hearted, so Misc #16 for Toko?
LJF, hello! Thanks for the ask :D I seem to have the bug for writing today, and so I figured I'd write this up and post it right away haha. Hope the this is hits the light-hearted Toko spot!
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Toko - Misc - #16 - “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”
“Ugh!”
Zuko looked up from his scroll, setting his morning tea down to look across the bedroom. The sound was undoubtedly coming from the closet, and he had a feeling he knew what was up.
Still, Zuko found himself asking his wife, “Everything okay?”
Toph let out a loud sigh, hollering back. “I feel like I look stupid.” 
“What?”
“I feel ginormous and I feel like if I walk out of this closet I’m going to appear as big as a platypus bear.”
A faint smile played at Zuko’s lips, but he quickly wiped it away as he stood up and walked toward the closet. “I’m sure that’s not true, Toph. Besides, no one is going to care. And if they do, you’ll just throw a boulder at them.”
“Still! Everyone’s coming to the palace today, and you know one of the dunderheads is gonna say something.”
“Aang and Sokka know better than to say something, Toph,” Zuko said. “Remember when they came here before Kaede was born? They definitely learned their lesson.” 
He remembered that particular day fondly, for it felt like the perfect storm of comedic and chaotic timing how both Sokka and Aang opened their big mouths at the same time. They just had to let Toph know how big she looked just a week before she was due. If Toph hadn’t skyrocketed them in the air with her earth pillars, Zuko probably would’ve lit their pants on fire. Now, of course, they could laugh at the memory. At the time, though, Toph’s wrath was not so funny to the boys. Now, Zuko hope for their sake that they knew better than to speak on the appearance of a pregnant woman, especially if that woman was Toph Beifong.
And yet, Toph still felt self-conscious enough to feel that Aang and Sokka hadn’t learned their lesson. “Yes,” she began, “but I wasn’t pregnant with twins then. I look twice as big now!”
With crossed arms, Zuko replied, “Okay, well let me see, and I’ll be the judge of that.” 
Toph let out a sigh, then emerged from the closet with the biggest pout on her face. “Tell me I don’t look huge. You can’t.”
Every time he saw Toph’s glowing, growing figure, his heart skipped a beat. She wore a loose-fitting Fire Nation robe, and while Zuko truly thought she was stunning, the garment didn’t really do her any favors. It draped over her round belly, and, well…
It made her appear rather tent-like.
The man began to sweat. How on earth was he supposed to tell her that even though she was the most beautiful woman in the world that this particular robe made her look bigger than she actually was?
Zuko swallowed the lump in his throat, beginning the conversation by peppering her with compliments. “You look beautiful, Toph.”
“That’s not saying I don’t look fat.”
“Toph, come on. You’re pregnant with twins. No one really cares what you look like or what you’re wearing. They’re all just coming here to celebrate!”
“Zuko. I will call up every single one of our friends right now if you don’t tell me the truth. Do. I. Look. Fat.”
This was a lose-lose situation for the firebender. To lie and say she didn’t look fat would earn him a one way trip to the polar-bear-dog house, for she would certainly catch him in the lie. 
If he was honest? Well, that was bound to end in disaster, too.
Spirits help Zuko.
He let out a sigh, and mumbled, “You—the robes make you look a little big—”
Zuko was immediately attacked Toph’s tiny but mighty fist, causing him to shout and yell, “Ow! Qu—Toph! Cut it out! I was just telling the truth—”
“You said I look fat!”
“You said be honest! Stop hitting me!!” he hissed.
“No!”
“Toph—what was I supposed to do? Lie?”
“Yes!”
“You would’ve caught me in the lie!”
Toph paused for half a second, then continued to smack his shoulder. “That—that’s not the point! You should know better!”
“I tried to steer you a different direction—”
“Steer?! Am I more like a cow? Is that it?”
“No! No, nothing close to a cow—Toph. You really are beautiful.”
“Just not right now, is that it?” “I never said that—” “Oh, save it. I’m calling Katara right now so she’s ready to kick your ass into the next Sozin Comet.”
Spirits help Zuko. This was going to be a long day.
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zylev-blog · 2 months
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Danny and Jazz were forced to go to a gala with Vlad. During the gala, the Joker and Harley Quinn decided to prey on the rich.
Danny: Quick, Jazz, make a distraction.
Jazz: *immediately turning to the person beside her* I was just thinking how I would make the perfect American president based upon my skill set, dance ability, and bloodlust.
Dick, who was trying to slip out of the room: *intrugued* how does your dance ability make you a good president?
Jazz: I am so glad you asked.
Ten minutes later, she manages to distract Dick, Damian, and Steph. Bruce is not happy about this.
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saturncodedstarlette · 2 months
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Y/N, jokingly : Careful, if you keep being so sweet, people are going to start thinking you’re in love with me
Alastor, wearing an apron, in the middle of cooking dinner : What could I have possibly done to make you think that I’m not, my dear?
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ktkat99 · 11 months
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Angst/humor fic idea, if you need a prompt:
Bruce finds out the hard way which of his kids is okay with the 'unadoption' joke threats he makes when they annoy or stress him out. "Why did I adopt you?"..."I still have your adoption certificate. I wonder if the orphanage accepts returns?"..."I knew I should have left you on that street corner where I found you."
Dick fires back with twice as much sass, sometimes rolling his eyes and flipping off Bruce when he gets older.
Young!Jason looks so scared the first time he hears one, and Bruce never jokes about it again. Adult!Jason makes jokes about unadopting himself.
Tim is far too tired to register that it was a joke and gets quiet and avoids Bruce completely for the rest of the week until Bruce realizes what he did wrong and tracks his son down. They talk and Bruce never implies regretting to adopt Tim again.
Cass laughs along with him before pulling out her adoption certificate from her pocket and grinning, scaring him. His kids's adoption paperwork was all stored in a hidden, impenetrable, designed-by-Batman safe. Laughter fades and she just whispers "You'll never be rid of me."
Bruce- Maybe Talia wants you back.
Damian, not even phased- And maybe Alfred would have rather been working for a doctor than a clown-hating, nocturnal, combat furry, but I guess we're both out here disappointing our parents.
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incorrectbatfam · 5 months
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Dick: I don’t know how you do that.
Jason: Do what?
Dick: Make everything sound like a threat. That man looked like he was about to piss himself, and all you did was ask him to step aside so that we could get past. Even when I actively try to sound threatening, no one takes me seriously.
Jason: That’s because you look and sound like the human personification of a warm hug.
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jasminesfury · 7 months
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messy chaotic ‘we’re terrible for each other but can’t keep our hands off each other’ prompts
oh hello i am in fact alive
“do you ever actually think before speaking? like is your brain capable of processing a thought??” “yeah, it’s just immune to idiotic ones”
“take that back” “prove me wrong” (or; a cliché ‘make me’)
being in some sort of intense slightly pointless staring match (after an argument, preferably) and just saying “oh fuck it who cares” and pulling their neck down to kiss them
“do you the sex would be boring if we didn’t argue before it every time?” “i mean, we could always argue during”
^or, alt: doing it once when you’re not arguing instead kinda tipsy but not drunk, and it’s all giggles and laughter and sweet nothings and the next morning being like “oh fuck i actually like them”
“why does everything with you have to be so difficult!?” “it’s fun getting you all riled up”
“oh, if i had known that’s all it would take for you to shut up i would’ve done this ages ag-“ “only finish that sentence if you have a death wish”
“you’re doing it wrong” “jesus, would you just relax” “no because i’m wasting my tim- oh, oh my god-” the other character smirking, “don’t look so smug” “i think i’ve earned the right, now just trust me, okay? believe it or not, i want to make you feel good”
“so you’ll finally stop being an asshole and just sign the document?” “keep doing this and i’ll sell you my house”
getting jealous and the other character pretending that it’s unreasonable, but secretly character A is the only one they feel a spark with. the only one they feel excited to be around
“we should probably stop this” “yeah” … “we’re not going to though, right?” “oh absolutely not”
“nope no nada, no using sex to get me to do things you want, it’s not going to work anymore”
“you really are a fucking asshole aren’t you?” “yes, i believe that’s what’s on my resume”
“i hate you” “i know” “and that won’t change” “i know” “and you’re still okay with this?” no “yes”
“imagine a universe where we didn’t hate each other, that would be so-“ “boring?” “yeah! like imagine not bickering over tiny things, that’s no fun”
“she says we bicker like an old married couple”
talking with a friend; “you shouldn’t go there” “i know” “and you shouldn’t sleep with them” “i know” “it’s a bad idea” “i know” “well. will you?” “..yeah”
“i know we’re terrible for each other but every time i look at them it’s just like my brain flies out the window and my hormones take over”
“we’re broken up, it’s just two friends going out for drinks, okay?” ending up in one’s bed, but alright
“did you sleep together?” “noooo, i just-“ “tripped on a stone and accidentally dailed his number which magically led to you two meeting at a pub and you just magically teleported to your bedroom without your clothes on? yeah, thought so”
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writers-potion · 11 days
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how do you write a liar?
How to Write Liars Believably
Language
The motive of every goal is the make the lie seem plausible while taking blame off the speaker, so liars will often project what they say to a third party: "Katie said that..."
Referring to third parties as "they" rather than he or she
In the case of a deliberate lie prepped beforehand, there will be an overuse of specific names (rather than pronouns) as the speaker tries to get the details right.
Overuse of non-committal words like "something may have happened"
Masking or obscuring facts like "to the best of my knowledge" and “it is extremely unlikely," etc.
Avoiding answers to specific, pressing questions
Voice
There's isn't a set tone/speed/style of speaking, but your character's speech patten will differ from his normal one.
People tend to speak faster when they're nervous and are not used to lying.
Body Language
Covering their mouth
Constantly touching their nose
fidgeting, squirming or breaking eye contact
turning away, blinking faster, or clutching a comfort object like a cushion as they speak
nostril flaring, rapid shallow breathing or slow deep breaths, lip biting, contracting, sitting on your hands, or drumming your fingers. 
Highly-trained liars have mastered the art of compensation by freezing their bodies and looking at you straight in the eye.
Trained liars can also be experts in the art of looking relaxed. They sit back, put their feet up on the table and hands behind their head.
For deliberate lies, the character may even carefully control his body language, as though his is actually putting on a show
The Four Types of Liars
Deceitful: those who lie to others about facts
2. Delusional: those who lie to themselves about facts
3. Duplicitious: those who lie to others about their values
Lying about values can be even more corrosive to relationships than lying about facts. 
4. Demoralized: those who lie to themselves about their values
Additional Notes
Genuine smiles or laughs are hard to fake
Exaggerations of words (that would normally not be emphasized) or exaggerated body language
Many savvy detectives ask suspects to tell the story in reverse or non-linear fashion to expose a lie. They often ask unexpected, or seemingly irrelevant questions to throw suspects off track. 
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Prompt #1081: Quotes (80)
"You will find that the word 'fear' is not in my vocabulary."
"Perhaps. But it's in your eyes."
The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement (2004) dir. Garry Marshall
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write-it-motherfuckers · 10 months
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Person A: "How can you not know that you're dating a fucking deity?!"
Person B: "...I mean, to be fair, before the accident they never really acted like a deity around me. Our life together had been mostly domestic and sappy up until that point."
Person A: "And now?"
Person B: "...Honestly, it's still pretty domestic and sappy, they just don't bother hiding their inhuman nature around me anymore."
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Luffy: If you don’t like your surname, you should take Zoro’s. It would suit you.
Ussop: Yeah.
Sanji: *sputtering* That’s not how it works.
Nami: Roronoa Sanji sounds good.
Zoro: It does sound good. You should keep it.
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stitch1830 · 8 months
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For an anonymous prompt request! Original ask is here.
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Toko - Angst #5 - “Wake Up! Please Wake Up”
She had a bad feeling when she woke up that day.
On top of that, she woke up with her stomach in knots and her head throbbing. Perhaps the worst way to wake up in the history of the universe. And yet, in typical Toph Beifong fashion, she brushed off the feeling and the sickness. The Greatest Earthbender in the World wasn’t supposed to wake up with bad feelings or scared of anything. She put on her nonchalant, care-free face and went on with the day as if she woke up on the right side of the bed.
As the day went on, though, everything began to feel normal, ordinary. She ate breakfast with her husband, alleviating her nausea and her headache. Although, while she listened to him drone on about the new policies and proposals he wanted to present to the council that day, she thought perhaps the headache would return. When he went off to work, she went into the palace gardens to practice her stances for the morning. In the afternoon, she had plans to meet up with Zuko in the town for lunch. And as she expressed her concerns for the ominous feeling that woke her up that day, Zuko simply pressed a kiss to her forehead and reassured her. “Today’s going to be a good day, Toph. No need to worry.”
His calm words helped, but she still couldn’t shake the feeling. Eventually, she resorted to ignoring the feeling, and she went about her day, counting down the minutes until she met up with Zuko for lunch.
She practically ran through the streets of the city when she felt his footsteps approach her. It was rather silly, considering how she just spent time with the man at breakfast, but her chest filled with relief when his steps came into her sights. Perhaps Zuko was right. Maybe she had no reason to worry.
But then, she did.
Suddenly, Zuko’s footsteps and his heartbeat disappeared from her seismic vision, for her entire body was thrown back from something. She landed on her back with a thud, and bits of rubble stung her skin. 
The stench of burning objects attacked her nose, and it didn’t take a genius to realize what had happened. 
There was an attack, an explosion.
And Toph lost sight of her husband.
A wave of panic crashed down onto Toph like a tsunami wave, but the adrenaline of the events forced her onto her feet, calling out Zuko’s name. She stomped her feet once, twice, three times, but she couldn’t focus to find him. The commotion of the area overwhelmed her senses and her nerves left her completely distracted. 
Finally, after an eternity of searching, Toph found Zuko. She dropped to her knees, feeling his chest, thanking the spirits that there was a heartbeat that fell in tune with hers. Toph placed his head in her lap, bending down to kiss his forehead, and gently shook his shoulder to coax him back to consciousness. 
A minute passed, then two, and Zuko still didn’t wake. “Zuko? Zuko, wake up. It’s me, Toph.”
He remained still, but she persisted, continuing to talk and holding onto the faint heartbeat that went in time with hers. “Zuko, wake up. We—there was an explosion. We need to get out of here, it’s not safe.” 
Palace guards swarmed the two of them, but Toph refused to move. She ordered them to bring a healer, and one ran off, calling for help. Toph shook Zuko harder this time, hoping he’d react to it. 
But then her hands roamed his chest, and they found his shirt to be wet and sticky. 
And still.
No, that couldn’t be right. She felt another heartbeat, his heartbeat. It was light and quick, but it was there. Toph focused on the heartbeat, certain that it was Zuko’s heart—
Wait, no. It—the heartbeat, it wasn’t quite Zuko’s. And it wasn’t next to Toph.
It was within her. 
The realization of the beating heart in her womb hit Toph like a boulder to the chest. Fear and dread settled in her throat, but she managed to continue talking to Zuko, begging him to answer her. She needed him to wake up. 
Their baby needed him to wake up. 
As the tears fell from her cheeks and onto his still body, she cried out, “Zuko? Zuko! Wake up! Please, please wake up. I—I need you to wake up.”
But he never did.
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zylev-blog · 2 months
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*Casually in the Middle of a High Stakes/Dangerous Situation*
Danny: How do you eat pickles?
Dick: What do you mean?
Danny: I mean, there's a whole process. It's not like you can grab them from the jar with your hand, because it's cold and the juice burns if you have a cut, plus, it's pretty unsanitary. And you can't use a spoon because you'll have to scoop it out, and it'll be way too difficult to grab more than three or four without taking 10 minutes along with half the brine in the jar, even if it's one with holes.
Dick: Yeah, that's why you use a fork.
Danny B: Okay, sure, but what if you don't have one of the big ones clean? It's weird to use a small one. But there is always one of those smaller sharp knives clean.
Dick: But the straight edge doesn't really fit the cylindrical shape, and you have to make sure you don' t break it, it's too much work.
Dick: It makes me feel like I deserve the pickles though. Like, "Yeah, I did it. That's right. Good job me." It's empowering. But even after that, it's not like you can use a bowl.
Danny: I get that, it's not ascetically pleasing.
Dick: Exactly! And it looks weird if you don't entirely fill the bowl, but you also can't eat that many. My solution: Use a mug.
Danny: *Nods in agreement*
Jason: That is all very interesting, BUT WE'RE TRYING NOT TO DIE RIGHT NOW! USE YOUR LIMITED ATTENTION SPANS AND FOCUS!
Danny: Jeez, okay.
Dick: Quit yelling at us already.
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hana-no-seiiki · 3 months
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YAN! BOSS : I would kill for you.
OVERWORKED! READER: With all due respect, I just need a fucking break (or paid vacation).
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deadlypoetacademia · 1 year
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the feminine, the masculine, the artistic urge to stare at the paintings until they make you hallucinate, to read poems until they seep inside your soul, to write such words that hold the power to shatter a person's heart and fill the void at the same time.
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becomingvecna · 7 months
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i-suc-at-art · 1 month
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Dp x Dc Prompt #1
Danny (holding someone who is passed out (maybe it’s dani idk)) knocking on Jason’s apartment door
Jason: “Who is it?”
Danny: “I have a dead body open the door!”
Jason looking concerned as he opens the door quickly
Danny: “They’re technically not actually dead, but there’s no way you’d open the door if i told you anything else…”
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