#threads: willow.

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continued from willow's open starter (@kindofuneven)

"oh, i’m already there. fully insane. do you know how many times i’ve had to hear ‘mistletoe’ while grabbing coffee this week? it’s a plague.” she leaned closer to him, her eyes wide and full of exaggerated horror. “it's like they’ve got us cornered. everywhere you turn, you can’t escape it. christmas music is its own haunting, and i am not equipped to withstand another week of it.” she folded her arms, shaking her head with mock solemnity. “honestly, i think we should start a support group. ‘recovering victims of overplayed holiday music.’ we can meet weekly, share stories, and play literally anything else.”

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continued from willow's open starter (@cruelangcls)

"c'mon, cel. if they knew everything, they'd freak. and then who'd have to deal with it? me." she placed a hand over her heart dramatically. "i'm basically saving them from an existential crisis—no need to thank me."

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continued from willow's open starter (@unraptures)

"jesus, relax. that's a bit dramatic, don't you think? i'm not asking you to help me hide a body," she said, laughing at her own joke. "i just need you to cover for me while i follow up on this lead for my podcast. this could be my huge break and you can play a minor part in that! don't you see how amazing that could be?"

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continued from willow's open starter (@vicedmuses)

         "how fast can i—" willow began, then shook her head, cat‑eye frames slipping down her nose. "babe, i’m wearing a maxi skirt and doc martens. do i look like i’m about to audition for the track team?" still, the stolen flashlight beam swept nearer, and the banshee inside her shivered, sensing approaching calamity. a low keening wanted to claw up her throat, that instinctual wail that foretold death, but willow swallowed it down; trentin didn’t need a sonic boom right now. she leaned closer, shoving her glasses back up with a quick, agitated huff, catching the bottle in his hand. "fine, okay. i can sprint exactly as fast as panic and possible jail time will let me. so, olympic speed, probably." the light swerved again, closer this time. too close. she reached out and clutched trentin’s wrist for a second, her grip tight, fingertips cold. "just don’t get caught. you’re not cute enough to survive prison."

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continued from willow's open starter (@hvtemenvw)

lourdes was a skeptic. that was fine. most people were. willow lived for changing minds, but she was less interested in proof than in the possibility that maybe, just maybe, the world was as weird as she hoped it was. "what, like, right now?" willow stalled, buying another second to rummage through her brain's absolute dumpster of psychic party tricks. most of them were, to be honest, not designed for performance art in a coffee shop booth; they were the kind of thing people confided in podcasts about, swearing you’d get them institutionalized if you told the group chat. "um," willow began, then leaned forward and flattened her palms on the table. "okay. i have a thing. but you can't get mad if it works, and you can't sue me if it doesn't."

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continued from feelings are complicated prompts (@neveraftcr)

willow's eyes narrowed at noa, leaning closer slightly to study their expression for discrepancies, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “you know, i think you’re bluffing. you totally think about me more than that. like, admit it—isn't this the face that makes life worth living?”

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open to: all | based on ‘please don’t punch the video game’. muse: willow iverson, 23, demi girl, pansexual, murder-mystery podcast creator & journalist

“what? it helps with the lagging!” she gave another blunt blow to the gaming system for extra measure.

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@orbicularia asked: “  i’m not a project for you to finish.  i’m not here to be part of your little savior complex.  so stop trying to save me.  ” from theo.

     “ this isn’t some project. this is me stepping up to help a friend that’s in need regardless of their pride, so let me do that. why are you making this a major issue? ”