#*soares legacy

[skyward-mirage]

[ryllen]

imelda

but she also sounds the friendliest when calling ravenclaw

[ dress ]

[saturngalore]

ahhh the simple life…as taíssa would gladly say ☝🏾

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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

hrvrvrvvr i loved the dragon reader thing, but i gotta know now what legacy is like with a western dragon reader instead of a chinese dragon reader (basically reader would be wayy more chaotic lol)

ohhh my moon and stars you two are going to get into SO much trouble

playfights are an absolute must, you both have a ton of energy to get out daily and have equally sturdy bodies, so you spend a lot of time sparring both with weapons and without. you're both incredibly careful not to draw blood- not that it's very easy, with your scales and his armor- and once you're finally tired you both collapse onto the ground, wheezing and laughing. you lightly punch his shoulder, giving Foul Legacy a grin that shows each of your sharp teeth and he rolls over and playfully licks your cheek, letting out a satisfied rumble. you and Legacy also tend to completely pass out after sparring, either dragging yourselves inside and slumping onto the bed or simply curling up in each other's embrace outside and sleeping under the stars- you're very grateful that your home is relatively secluded from the rest of Teyvat, with how often the latter happens

you're still not nearly as tall as Legacy is but you're matched in physical strength, so now HE gets to be on the receiving end of a welcoming tackle when you see him, both of you falling to the ground and snuggling up to each other in delight. he's fascinated by your large, sturdy wings, the way you can twist and fold them and use the claws on the ridges to prop yourself up- they're so wonderfully different compared to his light, gauzy wings, the glint reflecting off your scales mirroring the stellar glimmer along his own wings. you gnash at each other occasionally, your fangs clacking on his armor as he chomps your scales; biting seems to be a form of affection for both dragons and Abyssal monsters, although if you gnaw on Foul Legacy's arm, he can lift you up and leave only your tail touching the ground before pulling you into a tight hug, both of you happily purring in sync

[cozzysimss]

[nashmusicguide]

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[k423s]

actually getting emotional at bronya only seeing herself as a killer.

[yandere-wishes]

NEEEEEED DAMIAN X CATGIRL READER

ME TOO!!!! IT'S ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT!!! Like it's so delicious, so painful, cause ultimately it boils down to the "sins of the father". A mistake, a role, an endless game. Like it or not Damian is destined to repeat this father's mistakes. He's doomed to fall in love with the carbon copy of his father's beloved. He's Just another distorted image of tomorrow.

And can you imagine all the pain it brings back?? The fact that despite knowing the truth of how he was conceived and the bad blood between his parents. There is still a small part of Damian that longs for a happy family, that longs for both parents to live together, in love and contentment.

But seeing Catwoman just shatters his hopes, because he can see the adoration flickering in his father's stoic eyes, Damian knows his mother can never be Bruce's true love.

Also, can you imagine the other side of it? Damian looks up to his father, adores the dark knight hero in every way. His obsession with you only intensifies when he realizes that you make him more like his dad, make him more like Batman. His Catwoman, his pretty little kitty to chase and put in her place. He grows addicted to the thrill of chasing you, of hunting you. Of caging you between his arms lips grazing your neck, savoring your pulse between his teeth. You are his ethereal link to his father's legacy, the last shard in fulfilling his heritage.

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✧₊⁺ There's something bittersweet lodged between his heart and throat. Some sickly paramour as he takes in your figure sitting docilely on the edge of the rooftop, legs swinging to an invisible rhythm as you suck away on your milkshake's straw. Damian reaches out, breath thick in his lungs, his fingers pat your silky hair for a moment or eternity, he can never tell when he's with you. It's so much easier to process these silly perfidious sentiments when he's flinging all his energy into soaring between the skylines, heel to heel with you, narrowly skirting the swipe of your claws and the sting of your whip-like tail. Damian's never been good at peace, at quiet, serenity is when his true feelings seep out. Ripping his heart as they bleed away.

✧₊⁺ He's all so torn, emotions clawing at his skin like dragon's teeth. Heart filled with daggers as he dreams of keeping you bound by his side forever. Waking up with your limbs tangled with his. To savor your lips throughout the day. To have you sit on his lap as he reads in the library. Domestic little daydreams, he wonders if his father was ever visited by the same frivolous notions. He wonders if he's always been doomed to walk the same path.

✧₊⁺ Yet despite all his longing for such simple romances, Damian can't deny himself the thrill of the chase, the need to hunt you down. To purify your sins with his lips, to intertwining his fingers with yours, pinning you to whichever wall is closest so you don't steal off him. Forcing you to release your bag of stolen goods, forcing all your attention on him.

✧₊⁺ It's unfair he thinks as he glares at the Bat Computer desperate for any inkling of a robbery, any sign of you.

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Like I was saying I just love the idea of Damian being torn apart with so much grief and (delusional) burden for a simple obsessive crush. Bonus point if reader is his first-ever crush, the only person he's ever felt destined to be with. It's so romantic and heavy, suffocating the poor boy. All the while reader is robbing jewelry stores and stealing sweet treats in hopes of impressing her mentor. Praying to avoid another run-in with the weird boy wonder.

Kinda playing more into legacy. I find it so fascinating to write about Batman's obsession with crime being passed down to his sons. Yet also twisting that righteous obsession into a dark morbid mania. Causing his sons to go astray and fall in love with the thing(s) they were destined to destroy!!!!

Oh and since we're on the topic of heritage and sins of the father, can I take this moment to also mention. Dick Grayson x Jester reader. More specifically a reader who is Joker and Harley's daughter, who wants to be just like her parents and was raised to take up their mantle, just like Dick was with Bruce.

I'm trying to come up with a villain name for her but there are so many possibilities. Jester is my default name for now, but I also like Wildcard and Laughtrack maybe even Giggles (sounds so macabre in this context).

[reissancesstuff]

The Name Game (And Pills Are Not Included)

Genre: Mafia Fluff, Domestic Chaos, Crack Comedy

Sanzu blew a party horn and looked entirely too smug for someone who almost knocked over the cake earlier.

“So. It’s a boy. Now we need a name worthy of his legacy,” he said, puffing his chest.

You raised an eyebrow. “Please don’t say—”

“I was thinking,” Sanzu continued proudly, “Xanazuki Midoripin.”

“…What the hell is that?” Rindou asked, half-asleep and scrolling through name websites on his phone.

Sanzu flipped his pink hair and said, “A combination of my three favorite pills.”

You looked at him dead in the eyes. “I’m not naming my child after your pills, Sanzu.”

Sanzu gasped, clutching his chest like he was mortally wounded. “I’m offended! My pills have saved lives—my life, mostly!”

Meanwhile—

Ran and Mochi were arguing by the snack table.

“Takatora sounds strong!” Ran insisted.

“Sounds like a dinosaur,” Mochi countered, crossing his arms. “Go with Daiki. Classic. Cool. Easy to write.”

Takeomi, with a cigar in hand, shrugged. “Just name him after something timeless… like Montecristo.”

“Takeomi, that’s literally a cigar brand,” you muttered.

Kokonoi raised a hand. “Okay but what about something like Benjamin, you know? As in Benjamins? Money? Dollars? It suits the legacy.”

“…Are we naming a baby or a startup company?” Rindou mumbled, still scrolling. “Here. Zephyros. Greek. Means west wind. Sounds like a Final Fantasy boss.”

You stared at the ceiling. “Why are all of you like this?”

Kakucho just sighed, visibly restraining himself from flipping a table.

Mikey, who had been quietly sitting next to you, finally stood up. One firm stomp. The room fell silent.

He turned to the chaos crew and said calmly but firmly:

“We have a name already.”

Everyone turned.

You held up a whiteboard with a soft smile.

In neat blue lettering, it read:

KAITO

Silence.

Then—Ran sniffled. “Okay… that’s cute.”

Sanzu wiped a fake tear. “I still think Xanazuki would've hit harder but… okay.”

Takeomi muttered, “Kaito Montecristo could’ve worked—”

“No.” said half the room.

Kokonoi nodded. “Kaito. It means ‘ocean’ and ‘soar.’ That’s solid.”

Mikey moved to your side, gently placing a hand on your stomach.

“Our son,” he said with a rare, warm smile. “Kaito Sano.”

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Bonus Ending:

Sanzu: “Can his nickname at least be Zuki?”

You: “No.”

Sanzu: “Kai-Zuki? Hybrid? Fusion? Please?”

Ran: “Shut up before she names him Mochi Jr. out of spite.”

Mochi: “Actually…”

You: “Absolutely not.”

[propertyofwicked]

you're gonna go far - ln

♬ so pack up your car, put a hand on your heart. say whatever you feel, be wherever you are...

warnings: angst. thats kinda it icl

masterlist the playlist

at 16, had anyone asked y/n where she saw her life now, she probably wouldn’t have expected to answer that she was still watching lando’s career in motorsport blossom into a legacy. not that she didn’t imagine him being successful, it was just hard to comprehend that the boy who fell asleep in the back of his dads car on the way back from a karting race would one day be one of the most successful formula one racers on the 21st century. the boy who wiped sweat from his forehead, his other hand shaking as he raised the flowers he held up and mumbled a quick “will you be my girlfriend?”

and when lando got his first break in racing, y/n was there, cheering the loudest, her eyes shining with pride.

at 18, the two laid together, having late-night conversations about their futures, promising to support each other no matter what. lando was progressing in his career, working closely with mclaren, y/n was looking at universities, dreaming of what she would spend the rest of her working life pursuing.

and at 20, moving into the flat had been a dream come true. lando's career with mclaren soared. he became a household name, known for his skill and charisma on and off the track. y/n was always there, cheering him on, even when she couldn't be at the races in person. and the two found solace in returning to their little flat, cooking together, being surrounded by each other in every aspect.

but at 22, she did not think that she would be sat in their home, hands tightly gripping a mug between her hands, the sun casting a golden hue that spread softly throughout the flat.

the distance between them had grown. the long hours, the constant travel, and the relentless demands of the sport started to take their toll. y/n felt it most on the nights she was alone in their flat, the silence a stark contrast to the roar of engines and the cheers of the crowd. she tried to fill the void but nothing couldn't mask the loneliness that crept in.

lando's absence became more frequent. their once lively home felt emptier with each passing day. phone calls and video chats couldn't bridge the gap, and y/n found herself missing the little things - his laugh, his touch, the way he made her feel alive. she tried to stay positive, reminding herself of his dreams and the promise she had made to always support him.

the air was thick with unspoken words as they stood in the kitchen. the flat was filled with a tense silence that neither of them knew how to break - it was like this any time he came home recently. lando seemed restless, his eyes avoiding hers. finally, he broke the silence.

"i'm planning on moving to monaco," he said matter-of-factly, his voice steady but lacking its usual warmth, "it's the best move for my career, to be closer to other drivers and in a better position to travel to races."

y/n felt her heart clench, a wave of numbness washing over her. she couldn’t reason with him, she didn’t want to. understanding that their relationship had been unravelling for a while. she had become an afterthought, a part of his past that didn't quite fit into his future.

"i understand," she replied softly, her voice void of emotion.

lando looked at her, his expression a mix of relief and regret. he stepped closer, reaching out to touch her arm, but she pulled away gently.

"it's okay," she whispered. "i know you're gonna go far. this is the best decision for you career," she said, echoing his previous statement, void of any ability to fight this.

and across the following weeks, as lando packed his things, y/n watched from a distance, feeling detached from the life they had built together. the memories of their laughter, their dreams, and their love seemed like distant echoes. she moved through the days like a ghost, mentally distanced from everything around her, unable to talk to anyone about the emptiness growing inside her.

she missed the way he would come home and wrap his arms around her, the way they would stay up late talking about their dreams. she missed the feeling of being loved. they hadn’t even discussed the break up, or the fact they had even broken up - “im moving to monaco” was a weighted sentence, a statement that had no place for her.

when the day came for lando to leave, y/n stood by the door, her eyes dry and her heart heavy. he hugged her one last time, and she held on just a moment longer, savouring the last trace of lando in her life.

"take care," she murmured, almost coldly, before stepping back and letting him go.

as the door closed behind him, y/n felt a hollow ache in her chest. she knew lando was destined for greatness, but the price had been their love. she sat down in the empty flat, the silence now a testament to what had been lost. she wandered from room to room, each corner filled with memories of a time when they had been inseparable.

their friends noticed the change in y/n, the way her laughter no longer reached her eyes, the way she seemed to be merely existing rather than living. they tried to reach out, to offer comfort, but she couldn't bring herself to talk about the emptiness she felt. she painted smiles on her face, but inside, she was numb, unable to process the loss of the person who had been her world.

as months went by, y/n threw herself into her work, hoping to find solace in the one thing that had always been constant in her life. she worked hard, she improved, but every achievement felt hollow without lando by her side. she watched his races on tv, feeling a mix of pride and sorrow. he was going far, just as she had always known he would, but he was doing it without her.

standing on the balcony of their flat, looking out over the city they had once explored together, the lights of london stretched out before her, a reminder of the dreams they had shared. the city looked the same, the lights still cascaded through the rows of buildings, the cars still sped through the streets at all times of the day. how could she be angry? he was achieving his dreams, she was doing the same. it wasn’t fair to keep him here against his own volition.

it wasn’t fair, but it didn’t make it any easier. it didn’t stop her from hurting, thinking about how easily he’d left her behind in search for something greater. she took a deep breath, trying to find the strength to move on, let go of the past, find a new path.

with a heavy heart, y/n too began packing up the flat, each item a reminder of the life they had built together. she carefully wrapped up the photos, the mementos of their time together, and placed them in boxes.

when the flat was finally empty, y/n stood in the doorway, taking one last look at the place that had been their home. she knew it was time to close this chapter and start a new one, to find her own path, even if it meant doing it alone. as she locked the door behind her, she whispered a silent goodbye to the life they had shared, knowing that lando was destined to go far and that she had to find her own way, with or without him.

[skyward-mirage]

[misswynters]

Aemond Targaryen as your husband: headcanon

[a/n: there are some sensual undertones here so if you don’t wanna read that you can skip it. it’s after the seperator

[note | pls don’t just like, reblog & give me feedback. i don’t want to get shadowbanned

similar | jace | aegon | cregan | daeron | gwayne

Aemond is fiercely protective of you. His intense loyalty means he is always by your side, ensuring your safety and well-being. He often places himself between you and any perceived threat, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword.

Aemond isn’t one for grand romantic gestures, but his love for you is evident in the small things. He brushes your hair out of your face, ensures your chambers are always warm, and leaves books he thinks you’d enjoy on your bedside table.

As your husband, Aemond values your opinion on matters of state and politics. He seeks your counsel in private, trusting your judgment and treating you as an equal partner in all decisions.

Aemond admires your intelligence and enjoys engaging in deep conversations with you. Whether it’s discussing the histories of Westeros, strategy, or philosophy, he relishes the intellectual stimulation you provide.

Aemond respects your strength and encourages you to train with him. He enjoys sparring sessions where you both hone your skills, often leading to playful banter and mutual admiration.

You and Aemond have an unspoken bond, sharing secrets that no one else knows. He trusts you implicitly and confides in you about his deepest fears and ambitions.

Despite his stern exterior, Aemond has a soft spot for you. In private, he’s tender and gentle, often holding you close and whispering sweet nothings that contrast sharply with his public demeanor.

Aemond enjoys gifting you rare and precious items, from intricate jewelry to exotic silks. He takes pride in finding unique treasures that reflect your tastes and interests.

One of your favorite pastimes is riding Vhagar together. The thrill of soaring through the skies, feeling the wind in your hair, and the shared experience of dragon riding brings you closer. Aemond often points out landmarks and recounts stories from his childhood as you fly.

Aemond’s loyalty to you is unwavering. He defends your honor fiercely and would go to great lengths to protect you from harm. His love is intense and all-consuming, leaving no room for doubt.

Through your relationship, Aemond learns to open up more emotionally. Your patience and understanding help him grow, allowing him to express his feelings more freely and strengthening your bond.

Aemond is your biggest supporter. Whether you’re pursuing a personal project or navigating court politics, he’s always there to offer encouragement and practical advice.

Aemond is devoted to your future children. He takes an active role in their upbringing, ensuring they are well-educated and trained. He often tells them stories of his own adventures and the legacy of House Targaryen.

Despite the challenges you face, your bond with Aemond is unbreakable. Together, you are a formidable team, facing the world with strength and determination. Your love for each other is a constant source of comfort and inspiration, guiding you through the trials of life in Westeros.

Aemond’s eye always finds you in a room full of people. The way he looks at you, with a mix of desire and admiration, sends shivers down your spine. His gaze alone can make you feel cherished and wanted.

In private, Aemond’s touches are gentle and deliberate. He traces his fingers along your skin, memorizing every curve and line. Whether it’s a light touch on your hand or a caress along your back, he makes you feel treasured.

Aemond’s kisses are a mix of urgency and tenderness. He captures your lips with an intensity that leaves you breathless, his hands cradling your face as if you’re the most precious thing in the world.

Late at night, when the castle is quiet, Aemond whispers sweet and sultry words in your ear. He tells you of his desires, his dreams, and how deeply he loves you. His voice, low and husky, wraps around you like a warm embrace.

Aemond takes his time when you’re having sex. He believes in savoring every moment, exploring your body with a careful and practiced touch. His focus is entirely on your pleasure, ensuring you feel loved and satisfied.

There’s a powerful, unspoken connection between you. A single look from Aemond can communicate a thousand words. In moments of intimacy, you don’t need to speak; your bodies and souls understand each other perfectly.

After a long day, Aemond loves to hold you close. He wraps his arms around you, his body shielding yours. The warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart are the ultimate comfort, making you feel safe and adored. Giving you the love that his mother didn’t give him.

Aemond is particularly affectionate in the mornings. He wakes you with soft kisses on your neck and shoulders, his hands gently exploring your body as he whispers good morning. These moments set a loving tone for the day ahead.

Aemond enjoys sharing baths with you. The intimacy of washing each other, feeling the warm water and his hands on your skin, creates a deep bond. He loves to see you relaxed and content, and he takes his time, making sure every touch is soothing and sensual.

Despite his duties, Aemond finds time for secret sex. Whether it’s a secluded garden or a hidden room in the castle, he ensures you have moments of privacy to express your love and passion freely.

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[saturngalore]

when you actually take that social media detox seriously and just fight random people when you get bored >>>>

start on an empty lot with 100 simoleons ✅

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yassss first post!! she’s really only wining like 50% of these fights 😭 it’s so embarrassing when she intentionally start fights with innocent people but then loses like girl stand the fuck up!!! also some of the people she fights are like littering on the beach or ilegally fishing (she does it too but like mind your business) so she’s literally a valid and a climate change queen!

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

*puts all my problems in a box and locks it* okay so Melusine Creator going for their first flight huh.

despite the little wings on your back, you can't fly yourself- they're too tiny, mostly there for balance and to flutter and twitch whenever you're curious or startled. you almost don't notice them at first when you first awaken, too busy examining your new mittens and tail in shock. Foul Legacy pokes them occasionally, trilling in curiosity- they're not quite like his wings. they're squishier, not as delicate, but less functional. a Melusine's domain is the sea, after all. you're not supposed to fly in the first place.

but as the Creator, shouldn't you be able to see the entire world?

Foul Legacy certainly thinks so. he ambles over to you, gently nudging his head against your back, urging you outside. not around people, of course. just somewhere quiet where you can see the sky, his claws wrapping gingerly around your waist. Legacy waits a few minutes until you nod in agreement so he can scoop you into his arms, spreading his glittering gossamer wings and taking flight, soaring up, up, up until Fontaine is more a smear of blue and green than a grand city.

Teyvat is even more beautiful from the air, clouds brushing your bloopy antennae and Legacy's arms holding you securely. you gasp in delight, the useless, lovely, wonderful wings on your back flapping a few times, and Legacy merely rumbles with a proud nod, giving you a small, protective squeeze.

it's beautiful, in the image of its maker.

[cozzysimss]

[mikeymagee]

Legacy of The Falcon

Here's the thing about the Falcon mantel that a lot of people might be overlooking. Sam Wilson, The Falcon, was created out of solidarity for the Civil Rights movement. It's not by accident that the first African American superhero (and note, I said "African American", not Black) was created to be partners with Captain America.

The creators of Sam Wilson wanted to fight back against the idea that African Americans, who at the time were fighting for Civil Rights, were just as much a part of the fabric of the United States as white people.

During the Civil Rights Movement, so many critics of pushed the rhetoric that Black Americans were ungrateful and did not belong in this country. Sam Wilson was created to prove them wrong.

And now, we have another Falcon who is of Mexican descent. He is an undocumented immigrant that exists in a time when all immigrants (whether documented or not) have a target on their backs. He exists during a time when Mexicans/Latino communities are under threat.

And he soars with Captain America. And just like his predecessor, Joaquin exists to show that immigrants belong in this country.

The Falcon isn't simply a mantel, it's a symbol of the fight against American bigotry and hatred. The Falcon, when he's partnered with his Captain, shows Americans of all backgrounds what our country is made up of. And I've loved seeing Joaquin and Sam fight together since their first comic appearance. And I loved seeing their relationship in BNW.

Sam Wilson fights for an America that extends humanity to everyone, and to see a Black man fight for that ideal while also having a Mexican man stand by his side is the perfect continuation of the message that Marvel created back in the 60's.

This country is for everyone.