#Wow. Anyway. Intense. Ok

[blackvahana]

Taking a break from things...

Thinking on legitimisers. So... Man. Where does one even begin. I completely forgot - and now dug into my memories of - the whole... Ugh. Impossible to explain in a linear sentence

The Sky Library's foundations are arguably "Reality is coding and achievable, reality is an archive, that's why the Sky Library can be an archive of all reality" - in itself a sentence that's packed with shit I'm not bothered unpacking and isn't making much sense by itself. Regardless... You can... Record, if you know how to, new records, in regards to legitimisers they're effectively the recording of the information you've rearranged and inserted into life's/God's records

There's certain subsets of records that get used by individual places, of things that can and can't rise... Which is also a statement that in itself is just. a mess. My mental room right now is a mess, this topic is a bunch of scattered papers all about the room and open books and shit that lead to a line of understanding-rememberence but anything I point you to to explain myself is going to be disjointed

Regardless... Individual... halls of mirrors.... The Sky Library is a hall of mirrors, and it functions on the idea that things are contained both in themselves and other things. Take this series of dots:

....

....

Each dot is a thing, but so is the first two dots, and the second and last in the first row, and the top and bottom left-most dots, and so on and so forth. It's still records of everything there is - remembering a weird conversation through my link to Hermes last night like I'm remembering a flash from a vivid forgotten dream - and uh...

Anyway. On the creation of something: I input the coding for something into the microcosmic records of ANVD, allowing it access to referencing this with its creational purposes. I have to dump the obscene amount of legitimisers I have inside me into the records later on, first I need to create a specific area to allow myself to do that... And that's a different type of this

I gave the legitimisers for a plants existence and purpose that can be referenced by ANVD. To create a place is sort of the inverse: one is pan-realm, able to emerge where it fits. The latter is singular, a singular instance in the realm, that defines only itself... One is the idea of dots, a pattern arising in the realm. One is a singular set of dots. Both feed into the rest, both coincide, both are... Anyway. Bored of talking lmfao I'm hungry

[sieglinde-freud]

oh im obsessed with this actually… who ever wrote this one i am kissing u on the forehead and hugging you real tight… inigo is such a loverboy im kkkhhhhhhijnsdnfng

[jamiethebeeart]

:D (I ramble in my tags about this)

[flow2024]

Eating your fleabag tags like a starved man though I’ve watched the show so many times bc it’s like feeling the rush of the first watch second-hand, thank you and good luck it’ll pass

thanks 👍

[vaedar]

𝐎𝐎𝐂; I apparently only posted this when it was a WIP couple of years ago but never posted the 'finished' greyscale piece so I am posting here now just to share... Vaedar and his winged baby, Azaes.

[e-vultures]

???

[marciaillust]

the older i get the more I fall in love with kuroko no basket. I wouldn't say my enjoyment of it comes from the strength of its writing or the depth and pathos the characters bring to the table but it's just so. so. it frog boils you

it starts off by introducing the generation of miracles and its just a buncha kids that are super good. one is turbo fast, one is naturally turbo tall, one can make 3 pointers from far far away. like sure there is a gimmick but its tiny, it's *believable*. these six kids are just that good whatever you watched sports anime, you know how this goes

but all in all the show starts off as. hey. we love basketball. this show is named kuroko's basketball, it is gonna be about what basketball means to its characters', especially kuroko. ok. fine. you have this duo and one is loud and obnoxious and the other one is quiet, they are the opposites but they are like light and shadow, we are gonna root for them as they go on their basketball journey and tell us what basketball means to them. ok

but the shadow guy. he's so much of a nothingburger he disappears on the court so he can make surprise moves. ok. wow. kinda funny. kinda gimmicky, more than being just tall or just fast, but like. its his whole personality anyway. everyone doesnt notice him off the court in real life too. it causes problems for him. its his dominant trait as a person on the whole. gimmicky but in character. out there but lowkey fits the threading of the fabric you're weaving here. that's just our main character and who he is as a person.

and then for the next 100 episodes you're slowly. with every match. getting exposed to new characters. with their little gimmicks. but you've seen anime before, everyone's got their thing. One will be less agile but the brains of the operation. One will be good at observing. One can do really really good fakes. Ok fine. But then. then the plot keeps escalating. the stakes keep going up. we need more characters. new matches. new gimmicks.

One of our characters can see the court really well, he knows whats what immediately in his surroundings. Eagle eye, they call that sense. But then he meets another guy, an opponent, who can see the court EVEN BETTER. He has got the HAWK EYE! the zone (state of intense focus) becomes a mythical land that only select few have the access too. Regular dunks become *METEOR STRIKES*. Slapping a ball away from your opponent becomes a *SPEAR*. Dribbling with 3 fingers becomes an indicator that you're actually on LEVEL 1 of your dribbling skills and it can go up by TWO MORE LEVELS

But throughout all of this you're like. Ok. Ok. Obviously this is basketball. The things we're seeing are merely visual metaphors and allegories for my enjoyment. It's not meant to be taken literally. BUT THEN. EVERYONE REACTS TO EVERYTHING. DIAGETICALLY. ITS WATSONIAN ALL THE WAY DOWN? EVERYONE is aware of the eagle eye and the hawk eye and the technical differences between them. Noone has done a meteor strike before! That's only theoretical! THE ZONE? its a door. Its like the door from fma. you can get cast out, the door can close on you. AND It guarded by someone! WHO IS STOPPING YOU FROM CROSSING THE THRESHOLD? Search. Find out. Withstand the storm. Open the door!! The dollar store yaoibait becomes all but text. The bonds between characters get elevated to biblical proportions. The main charas are light and shadow. But that shadow already had his light in the past. But they had a breakup. Now its like being in a new relesh looking to prove your ex boyfriend that he was wrong to dump you. And the new light is gonna stand up for his man, he's not gonna take the disrespect laying down. And the pot keeps boiling until the final bad guy of the whole tournament, the defending champion, is this redheaded twink with heterochromia in his eyes and hes GOT THE EYES OF AN EMPOROR! AND PEOPLE FALL TO THEIR KNEES FROM MERELY LOOKING INTO HIS EYES ON THE COURT! HE SAYS BOW BEFORE ME AS HE DRIBBLES PAST THEM AND THEY FALL!!! AND HE TALKS TO EVERYONE LIKE HE'S A DIVINELY PROTECTED TSAR OF REALITY! AND EVERYONE TAKES HIM SERIOUSLY!!!

BUT THEN YOU LEARN THAT ACTUALLY HE'S GOT A SPLIT PERSONALITY THING GOING ON AND HIS REAL SELF IS BEING HELD HOSTAGE BY HIS EVIL AND MEAN BASKETBALL SELF AND THAT TO DEFEAT THE GAY LOVE THAT OPPOSES HIM (the main characters) HE MUST SUICIDE HALF OF HIS PERSONALITY TO FREE HIMSELF TO REACH THE BASKETBALL HEAVEN AND HE DOES THIS VIA A CONVERSATION IN HIS HEAD DURING MATCH AND I CANT STRESS, A "PERSON" DIES, AND HE LOSES THE HETEROCHROMIA AND ITS LIKE. ITS TEXT I GUESS HE WAS POSSESSED

AND ALSO EVERYONE IS COLOUR CODED AND LIKE 17 AND ALSO THE 3 WOMEN IN THIS SHOW HAVE AT LEAST 5 SCENES DEDICATED TO SIZE OF THEIR BOOBS BECAUSE IT WAS 2012 AND THAT'S WHAT WOMEN FIGHT OVER IN PRIVATE AND THE LIGHT AND THE SHADOW WANT TO PLAY TOGETHER FOREVER AND THEY WANT TO GET BASKETBALL MARRIED AND THEY LITERALLY HAVE AN AIRPORT SCENE IN THE FINAL EP IS ANYONE ELSE SEEING THIS HELLO? TAPS MIC HELLO???

[kabr0ztrousers]

How about helping a penis-having demon friend of yours who is just entering heat/rut? The gentler early stages of it, but getting more intense as time goes on until their arranged heat partner arrives and helps you. Lots of cum, begging, and then some nice aftercare :) (demon top, femme male human bottom, please?)

I hope that's not too specific!

- @zeal-kitten 🩷

Now here's the million dollar question: did Zeal request this, or did someone else, knowing they'd get off to it?

Kabr0z Writes episode 50: Hot as Hell

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Hell; demons; light femdom; anal sex; excessive cum; group sex;

A/N: Wow, 50 of these! I absolutely should've planned for this, but if I'm totally honest I wasn't expecting to get this far!

If you want to support me in writing an episode a day until the 31st of December, it's totally free! Just send a request to my asks or DMs! Near enough anything's fair game, check the pinned if you're unsure!

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It's early evening in your little corner of Hell.

You were sent here a decade or two ago after an unfortunate incident involving an angry horse and your chest cavity. Turns out, being gay still gets you sent here. On the plus side, Hell really is infinite so there's plenty of housing, you're already dead so there's no need for food, and everyone in Heaven is a prude anyway. You're told it's only worth it if you're really into bright lights, liturgical chanting and harps, and you can get that down here too if you want.

Since getting here you'd made a few friends, one of whom was on the sofa next to you, helping you decide on the movie for the night.

Shg'shthg, like all demons, had the ability to alter his shape to his liking. He was slightly taller than you, even without the ram's horns curling from his brow. His skin was bluish-white, decorated with row upon row of swimming black runes subtly moving across every inch of his body. The characteristic long claws fashionable amongst demons currently held your TV remote in one hand and a sending stone in the other as he scrolled through the list.

"Satan's breath, every single piece of media humanity's ever created, and absolutely nothing to watch... How about Love's Labour's Won?"

You sighed "Shakespeare again? Like, it was nice the first hundred times, at least put on Edward III"

Shg'shthg looked at you "I was there when he was king, and the play is so wrong it's actually insulting. You know how I feel about the historys"

"When's D'Nzro getting here anyway?"

The demon beside you rolled his eyes "She's stuck in traffic. I keep telling her to get some wings but noooo" he waved his hands "She has to drive a car"

You laughed. Hell is, of course, Hell. No matter how decent life was down here, everything was just a little bit shit.

The TV flicked to a film, some B-movie about a bunch of sharks in a tornado. You looked over at the demon next you you. He was trying to focus on the TV, but you could see him starting to squirm in his seat. Sweat beaded on his brow as he checked his sending stone again. He crossed and un-crossed his legs, over and over, the beads of perspiration starting to roll down his head.

"You OK?"

He looked at you, the faint bluish tinge of his skin deepening, the text scrolling faster across his face "I wasn't expecting it to come this week..." His eyes screwed shut as his head tipped back "I need to ask you a favour"

"What do you need? I'll do it" you agreed a little hastily, but despite conventional wisdom you did trust this demon

"It's my heat, I need to fuck someone. Normally it'd be D'Nzro but she's-"

"Not here" you leant over the demon next to you. You won't pretend you hadn't fantasized about getting with the buff incubus, but you'd rather hoped for a more romantic setting. You kissed, gently at first. Shg'shthg whined in his throat, his desperate eyes wide and dark, looking up at you. You kissed him again, this time letting him push his tongue up into your mouth. He tasted of cigarette smoke and iron. You sucked gently on his tongue, allowing one of your hands to slide up his leg to his crotch. You could already feel the heat of his cock through his pants, opening them and allowing it to spring free.

You looked at it, leaking a thin stream of steaming fluid from its tapered tip, those same glyphs running up and down the shaft, speeding up in time with the throbbing of his inhuman cock.

One hand cradling his balls, you slowly licked the shaft, tasting the sticky precum running in rivulets onto your tongue. You reached the tip, placing your lips on it, letting the fluid leak out into your mouth, sucking it straight from the tap.

"Please" the demon breathed. You could feel the hand on the back of your neck, straining against the desire to force this cock down your throat.

You bobbed your head, taking the first couple of inches of the cock in your mouth, gently sucking as you played with his balls. Your other hand wrapped around the shaft, teasing the base as you sucked on the tip. Shg'shthg was groaning, the pulsing precum tasting richer and thicker. Your hand clenched on where his scotum, where it met his body, stopping his balls receding all the way. You spoke around the cock, eking out words between sucks "You wanna cum in my mouth?"

Shg'shthg nodded, whining and panting, the text on his body whirling with your edging, precum squirting from him in sticky spurts, filling and drooling out of your mouth to coat your chin.

You dipped your head deeper, sucking faster and harder, squeezing the base of his cock and massaging the balls as they shrank into him. He groaned, the hand on your head pushing down as the cock in your mouth spasmed and filled with cum, pumping it into your mouth as you struggled to swallow it all. It flooded your mouth, spurting from your lips, flooding your sinuses as it poured from your nose.

You pulled your mouth away from the cock as the last spurts pulsed out, covering your face. The door opened behind you, D'Nzro stepped in, her heels clicking on the floor. You looked at her, she saw you kneeling over her boyfriend, cock in hand, face covered in his cum.

"Let me guess. He told you he wasn't expecting his heat cycle so soon, and convinced you to suck him off?" Her voice was imperious, somewhere between a stern teacher and a vicious taskmistress

You nodded, taking in her body. Skin like tanned leather, eyes like coals, and two rows of short horns running down her shaved head

She grabbed you by your slight waist, lifting you so you straddled the incubus below you "Well, in that case, you've both been naughty boys." One clawed finger cut a slit in the ass of your jeans and your boxers, leaving your tight asshole unprotected "Naughty boys get punished." She held you with one hand, the other scooping up a handful of the demon-seed pooling on your sofa before slathering it on your ass, pushing it into your hole, before setting you down on Shg'shthg's lap, his still-hard cock resting against your back.

Shg'shthg's hands were on your waist now.

"Lift him up"

He lifted, lining your puckered hole up with the pointed tip of the cock you'd just drained. D'Nzro pressed the cock into you, a slender claw teasing your ballsack as she did "Drop"

Shg'shthg dropped you. Your weight rammed half his cock into you before you caught yourself.

You groaned as D'Nzro grabbed your hips and started moving you around, pushing you down and rocking your hips against the cock inside you. You leant back, pressing the cock against your prostate, feeling as the hard organ invading you pressed against it, making you leak. Two fingers pushed into your mouth, you sucked on them as you bounced on the cock within you, getting another inch of it in you with every drop.

You didn't care whose fingers you were sucking, whose hand was wrapped around your cock, or whose hands were on your waist, guiding you ever further down. Your aching cock was throbbing as pressure built behind it. Your asshole twitched and your balls rose as you came hard. Groaning and sweating you splattered Shg'shthg with your cum, adding your seed to the pool of cum on his chest and belly. The smell of sex filled your head, still sticky and oozing demon cum from your nostrils.

You were pushed down. The last few inches of the Incubus's huge cock filling you as it twitched and pulsed, spraying heat into you, filling your belly and clouding your thoughts.

D'Nzro pushed you onto Shg'shthg's chest, your dripping cock landing in the pool of mixed cum as it deflated. A blanket fell on top of you, and moments later you heard the kettle boiling, the smell of hot chocolate filling the flat, ousting the omnipresent sulphur.

A few minutes later, you had a warm mug of chocolate milk and two demons cuddling you from either side, watching some terrible B-movie about a flock of evil birds.

Not a bad evening, all things considered

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Hope you don't mind I took some creative license with the request!

Remember that you can submit requests through my ask box or DMs, though the lead time at the moment is the better part of a month, so be warned it probably won't be written soon, though it will be written!

[maincharactermuse]

The one where there is overthinking. (9)

(Find my masterlist here)

Y/N woke to the smell of espresso that wasn’t hers. Which was odd, because she lived alone.

Her mind blinked awake slowly - just the sounds of the city through her open window, the dull ache in her shoulders from too much time hunched over a baking bench yesterday. No stranger brewing in the kitchen. Just muscle memory: a phantom scent, a thought that had wandered in from a dream of Harry’s house - warm wood, colder marble, and that stupidly beautiful La Marzocco machine that probably cost more than her rent.

She sat up slowly, duvet tangled at her waist, and blinked toward the light slanting through the curtains.

At what point does someone become your boyfriend?

Was it something you earned? Asked for? Grew into like a new pair of jeans - slow, unnoticed, until one day someone says that fits you? Or was there a moment, a spark, a declaration? A knock on the door, maybe. Hi there. Just here to let you know: congratulations, you have a boyfriend now. Terms and conditions apply.

She snorted softly at herself and padded into the kitchen. Turned on the kettle. Stirred honey into her yogurt with more intensity than was probably necessary.

It wasn’t that she needed the label, exactly. It was just… she liked knowing where she stood. Always had. In a relationship, in her work, in a bakery queue. And lately, things with Harry felt like standing on one of those moving walkways at the airport - things were going forward whether she walked or not. She just wasn’t sure where they were headed.

The kettle screamed. She poured the water, let the tea steep, and grabbed her phone.

Harry

Farmer’s Market at 11?

Will trade you peaches for my company.

She stared at it for a second. Smiled. And then, because she couldn’t help herself, copied and pasted the message straight into her group chat.

group chat: the coven 🔮

Y/N

He just texted

“Farmer’s market at 10? Will trade you peaches for your company.”

Is that a date or… a produce-related errand with benefits?

Noor

It’s a fruit-forward soft launch 💅

Go. Wear something vaguely effortless and make him carry everything.

Grace

That’s at least a date-adjacent activity.

Did he use a peach emoji tho

That would push it into horny territory.

Y/N

No peach. No winky face.

Just… sincerity.

Noor

Omg the intimacy 😭

Grace

You realise you’re already dating, right?

You’re just too emotionally stunted to say it out loud 😇

Y/N

OK rude but not inaccurate

Do people still have like… “the talk”?

Like when does it become a thing? Is there a ceremony?

Noor

The Ceremony of the Boyfriending™

A council appears. Rings are exchanged. You delete Hinge.

Grace

He seems like the “acts like your boyfriend for 6 months before saying it out loud” type tbh

Good hair. Terrible communication.

Y/N

Wow

Seen

Attacked

Buying jam anyway.

She laughed into her tea. But underneath it - underneath the ease, the teasing - there was still that quiet hum in her chest.

Do you see me like that?

Is this where we’re going?

Would you say yes if I asked?

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Parliament Hill Markets were already buzzing when she spotted him. Gray shirt, dark trousers, sunglasses, carrying two canvas bags like he did this every weekend.

He hadn’t seen her yet. She stood still for a second and just… watched.

This was becoming a pattern - her life folding into his, quietly, one scene at a time. Not big, sweeping gestures. Just stolen mornings. Coffee that tasted like something else. Late-night texts about nothing and everything. Peach invites.

“Hi,” she said, stepping beside him.

He looked up. Smiled that slow, slightly surprised smile - like he wasn’t quite used to her showing up yet, but liked it every time.

“You came,” he said.

“I wanted peaches.”

He handed her one of the bags. “And good company?”

She shrugged. “Jury’s still out.”

They walked side by side, easy rhythm. But there was no contact - not even a brush of shoulders. Too many eyes. She understood. Still, she felt it - that space between them, measured and deliberate. Not unfriendly. Just… intentional.

They wandered between stalls, weaving through crowds. He picked out nectarines while she haggled over berries. Argued passionately over jam flavours — he said raspberry was king; she called it a coward’s choice.

“Strawberry’s basic,” he insisted. “Raspberry’s got edge.”

“Raspberry seeds are a war crime,” she muttered.

He grinned, handing her a sample from a vendor. “Here. Try this and tell me I’m wrong.”

She tasted it. Paused. Licked her lip.

“I hate that you’re right.”

He beamed. “Victory is sweet.”

At one point, a woman at a flower stall called out, “You again! Where’s your mum this time?”

Harry smiled politely, then gestured to Y/N. “She’s back up north. This is Y/N.”

Just that. This is Y/N. No qualifier.

The woman looked at her and smiled. “He always buys tulips for someone. You must be lucky.”

“Oh-” she started, but Harry jumped in, buying the flowers quickly, nudging her away.

Y/N walked quietly for a minute, tulips dangling from her fingers.

No qualifier.Just Y/N.

She hated how much she noticed.

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“Okay, random question,” she said instead, tugging the tote higher on her shoulder. “What’s your most controversial food opinion?”

Harry’s brow lifted. “Besides the strawberry-thyme jam being elite?”

She gave him a dry look. “Besides that.”

He thought for a second. “Alright. I don’t think avocados are that good.”

She stopped walking and turned to stare at him. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

“Harry.”

“They’re bland. Weird texture. And you all act like they’re some kind of edible gold.”

“Okay, wow. I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

“You just accused me of jam treason. Let’s not pretend we’re not both food criminals.”

She narrowed her eyes, pretending to be deeply offended. “I can’t believe I’m possibly not-dating someone who slanders avocados.”

His lips twitched. “Possibly not-dating?”

Shit. That slipped out.

“Hypothetically,” she amended quickly, brushing a bit of hair behind her ear. “If I were not not-dating you. I’d be concerned.”

He didn’t say anything for a beat. Just looked at her - really looked - and she could feel the air shift slightly. That thrum of something unnamed between them, hovering.

Then he smiled. “Well, hypothetically. I’ll allow it.”

They started walking again, side by side, his hand swinging just close enough to hers to make her fingers ache with wanting to reach for him.

But they didn’t. Not yet.

They reached the edge of the canal, where the path split off toward the little cafés and vintage shops. Boats bobbed gently nearby, flowers spilling from their windows like they belonged in a painting.

Harry slowed. “Wanna grab a coffee?”

Y/N opened her mouth to say yes. She wanted to. She wanted to spend more time with him, to sit across from him and pretend they were just a normal couple doing normal couple things.

But something tightened in her chest. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t anything he’d done. It was just… the weight of not knowing. Of feeling so much and not knowing where to put it. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Actually… I might head home. I’ve got some stuff to do before tomorrow.”

He didn’t press. Just nodded once. “Alright. You sure you’re okay?”

She smiled. It wasn’t a lie. Just a version of the truth. “Yeah. Just tired.”

He looked at her like he could see through it, but didn’t say anything. “Text me when you get back?”

“Of course.”

They stood there a beat longer, and she felt that pull again. The one that made her want to reach for his hand, to kiss him, to say what are we, actually?

Instead, she just smiled.

He leaned in like he might kiss her, but pulled back at the last second—his gaze flicking toward the people nearby. Cameras or not, there was always someone looking.

So he just squeezed her shoulder gently. “Later, then.”

“Later.”

She turned and walked away, the tote bag still heavy on her shoulder, heart heavier. She didn’t look back, but she could feel him watching her go.

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group chat: the coven 🔮

Y/N

Okay. I think I’m not NOT dating Harry. I’m also dating him.

Idk what I’m saying

Noor

men just assume you’re dating them when you remember how they take their coffee

Grace

Lmfaooo Noor

Y/N seriously though, what happened?

Y/N

Nothing. I mean, we hung out. It was nice.

We walked. Argued about jam.

He looked really good in a stupid cardigan

I almost said something but then I got in my head and left like I had a dentist appointment

Noor

Noooo babe 😂

Jam walk cardigan angst???

Grace

The rarest kind of emotional spiral

Y/N

I just… I really like him

And I don’t want to ruin it by being like “sooo are you my boyfriend?”

But I also don’t want to accidentally become a situationship because I was trying to be chill

I’m not chill. I’m warm. I’m room temperature. I bake things when I’m anxious

Grace

Okay but he likes warm

He literally goes to your café just to look at you over banana bread

Noor

You don’t have to figure it all out today

You can just… tell him when it feels right

You’re allowed to want clarity, babe. That’s not needy

Y/N

God you’re both so emotionally stable it’s disgusting

Okay

Okay. I’ll chill. For now.

But if he pulls out that jam again I’m walking into the Thames

Grace

Pls do

We’ll come with prosecco

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Nana

Hi, baby. Just checking in — how’s your heart today?

Y/N

A bit noisy

I’m fine

Just… wondering when you’re supposed to say something

Like… how do you ask someone what this is without sounding like you’re trying to trap them in a net?

Nana

What happened?

Y/N

Nothing, really

Harry and I had a nice day

But I left early because I was overthinking every second of it

I want to seem cool and calm and unbothered but also like…

Can someone just tell me what’s going on 😭

Nana

You want to know if you are safe to hope

That’s not silly. That’s human.

Y/N

Yes exactly

That!!

Like how do I know it’s going somewhere

Do I need to wait until he says something? Or am I allowed to go first?

Nana

Labels are lovely, but they don’t build the relationship.

The daily kindness does. The showing up. . The way you feel when he looks at you.

If you still need clarity after that, you’re in your right to ask for it, lovie

Y/N

God why are you the wise one

I thought I was supposed to be the modern one here

Nana

I’ve just lived longer.

And made more of a mess of things 😌

Y/N

Nan.

You literally got married after two weeks

Nana

Exactly.

That’s why I know it’s okay to ask the questions

Y/N

You’re ridiculous

Thank you

Love you

Nana

Always.

Now go drink water and stop overwatering your thoughts

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Harry

Hey

Don’t wanna overthink it but

Felt like you left a bit fast today

Everything alright?

Y/N

Yeah 😅

Sorry

I was just… in my head a bit

But I’m okay

I always like hanging out with you

Harry

Okay

Wasn’t trying to push, just wanted to check

You sure?

Y/N

Yeah

I mean, I like hanging out with you

Like kissing you

Love doing… other things with you 🍆🔥

Harry

Oh my god

You’re unhinged

Can we ever have a serious conversation

Y/N

You started it by asking if I was okay!!

I’m trying to answer in a mature and deeply honest way

Harry

Mature and deeply honest

With an aubergine moji

Y/N

Balance is key 🤷‍♀️

Harry

You’re ridiculous

But

I like all that too

(Especially the other things)

Y/N

I figured

Sorry again about today

Just got in my own way for a second

Harry

It happens

I’m glad you told me

Y/N

I’m free tomorrow after work

If you want company

I could bring over dinner

And by dinner I mean just me and maybe half a chocolate cake that’s been left over from the café

Harry

Perfect

You and half a cake is all I need

Text me when you’re close?

Y/N

Will do x

[wrathofrats]

Mushy May Day 1: sleepovers

Read under cut or on ao3! Prompts by @forlorn-crows

Ifrit asks aether who he has a crush on during a game.

Featuring 700 words of: truth or dare, ifrit is kinda stupid but we love him, i love writing early ifrit and aether as frat bros, they’re besties your honor, ifrit can’t make popcorn

“You didn’t even pop it?” Aether cocked an eyebrow at ifrit as he threw a package of microwave popcorn onto his lap, setting two cans of soda on the nightstand.

“I’m a fire ghoul, why the hell would I pop it downstairs and let it get cold?”

Ifrit crawled onto the bed grabbing the package off of aethers lap, picking at the plastic around it. Aether reached over him for his own drink. The can was a little warm, ifrit was sometimes bad at controlling his element. Should’ve asked him to grab a cup of ice but it wasn’t a huge deal. He took the plastic scraps and threw them into the small trash can by the bed.

“Didn’t omega tell you to stop using your magic for things that weren’t important? Tell me you at least grabbed a bowl” aether sighed. He knew ifrit didn’t, watching him hold the bag in his hands as it rapidly expanded. Ifrit stared at it intensely, mouthing numbers, no doubt counting the seconds between pops as if he was actually using the microwave. Aethers tried to explain to him it doesn’t work the same, ifrit never listens though. It makes him feel useful.

“No bowl. Omegas a stick in the mud. It’s faster this way too, look! Have some”

Aether rolled his eyes, sticking his hand into the bag and throwing a couple pieces into his mouth, wincing at the bitter taste.

“Ifrit this is burnt”

“Wow. God forbid a woman make a mistake” ifrit grabbed the bag back from him, shoving his own hand up into his mouth. He tried not to make it obvious he also couldn’t stand the taste, powering through to eat a couple more pieces before abandoning the bag between them.

“You’re not even …. Whatever.” Aether sighed “movie?”

“We always watch a movie. Can we play a game or something? We could even do each other's nails, have a spa bath or something.”

“A game? You want to play fucking truth or dare or something like kits-“

“Yeah!” Ifrit interrupted him, perking up at the mention. Aether furrowed his brow at him. There was no way he was serious right? Judging by the smile on his face and the way he turned to sit up facing aether, no, he wasn’t joking. “Ok, truth or dare?”

“You genuinely want to play?” There was a pause before ifrit nodded like it was completely obvious, “fine, truth”

“Boring. Who do you have a cruuushhhhh on?” Ifrit sang, hands in his lap and wiggling happily like a little girl.

“Dare.” Aether quickly corrected himself. A stupid blush was no doubt rising to his cheeks. The game was stupid anyways, truly he could just lie until he got bored and relented to a movie and some cuddles or something.

“Absolutely not. Answer the question, come on it’s not like it’s a secret”

“Fuck you asshole” aether scoffed as if ifrit wasn’t entirely correct, “no one thanks. Why, do you have one or something?”

“It’s obvious it’s dewdrop. You start tripping over yourself when he’s around.” Ifrit snicked

“You dodged my question”

“You dodged mine!”

Aether huffed, taking another bite of cold burnt popcorn as if it might taste better this time. Ifrit may be an idiot but god did that boy know how to read people.

“Maybe. Since you already know apparently. You can’t fucking tell him though ifrit i swear to god-“

“I won’t! It’s sweet. I don’t see him act nice to most but he’s always nice to you. Just thought I’d point it out”

Aether quickly took a sip of his drink, using it as a break to think for a second. There was no way dew liked him back, that shit head was in a different sisters room most nights. Hope sparked in his chest anyways.

“Your turn fritter, cough it up”

Ifrit laughed, leaning back against the pillows and crossing his hands in front of him in thought. He had a small smile on his face, swinging the leg that was hanging off the bed.

“Zephyr. They’re just …”

“I fucking knew it!”

“Shut up! Listen- they’re so smart and I like the way they take things seriously, I don’t know they’re just nice to be around”

“Gay”

“Fuck you”

[mixelation]

Itachi's rep.... this got away from me but im hitting send anyway.

If you never talked to him or been in close vicinity: cold & stoic but with a soft side... have you seen him interact with his little brother? kyaaa too cute!!! (top 5 love interest for in-village tween rpf. features in stabbyninjakittygirl au fics (lol))

You talked to him/been in his vicinity exactly Once: he's quiet, intense, focused. on the verge of too intense and blunt but incredibly dreamy... imagine all that attention on you? in-village rpf writers in this once dream of him kabedonning them.

You talk or are in his vicinity Rarely: you have the not so grudging suspicion that he is judging you, but you forget because he is soo pretty and dreamy and strong and cool so everything he says has a layer of shoujo sparkles over it. what if you sparred together and he catches you in some hot pinning move... or you run into him on a mission somewhere and its raining and theres only one bed...

You talk to him Sometimes: hey is it just you or is he actually a dick who doesnt think you're capable of reasonable thought? if you dont know anyone else who interacts with him- yeah its literally just you and you are misinterpreting his mysterious ways!!! you wake up from dreams where he's staring dispassionately at you like a disappointing lab specimen. you're not sure if its a sexy dream or a nightmare.

You have to work with him Occasionally: oh ok he is actually mean and brutal. at least he's scarily competent and pretty...? you join a support group at the bar of others like you and occasionally wake up from a nightmare with the impression of his judgemental gaze and the bonedeep knowledge that you will never be good enough

You are on his ANBU Team: he is so scary and mean and doesn't believe you about physical limitations. there is definitely something wrong with him & no one will do anything about it bc he's too good a ninja. your only solace is that at least you're not the unlucky fool who's on the enemy on this mission. you will have nightmares about him for decades about things he's off handedly implied

You Know him: a loser in all things not shinobi. He's got no social skills, no rizz, can't cook for shit, literally squinting all the time bc he wont wear his glasses. he doesn't know how to be nice execpt maybe to sasuke and thats... questionable. he genjutsu's his way out of regular social interactions. you and a very small group of select others suffer the truth alone: he's not even particularly good looking.

THAT LAST LINE IM CRYINGGGGGGG

this is like 92% what my meta would have been (will be?) TBH. i want some more subtlety with people who have to work with him because i do think that, even if he's a mean dick about it, an itachi who's not actively trying to be a missing-nin would probably like.... adhere to a select handful of philosophies that would be really valuable in a captain, esp in ANBU. like itachi is not leaving you behind to save the mission; he's just going to save the mission. he's a dick but he's not going to entertain unprofessional/petty behavior on his missions so he's surprisingly good about preventing hazing and bullying and stress-induced conflict between team members (even if he is uh. VERY likely to make you feel stupid for just existing). so i think working with him once is like "wow, that was intense"; working with him a handful of times is like "so that was unspeakably horrible" and working with him more often is like "actually fine and great for your CV, just keep these two hundreds things in mind....."

[therealslimshakespeare]

Hi! I’m an environmental eng girly myself so I’m sort of very interested in this (and also a new reader so please bear with me if I’m lacking on some knowledge here). The 1950s were just generally a very interesting time for women in stem/ engineering but obviously not great for equality still. For example, since you mentioned that Lu is from Texas, in the 1950s there were roughly 700 engineers working with the Highway Dpt of Texas and only THREE were women. So I’m curious, how does Lu handle/ cope with being in a field that would have her be surrounded entirely by men? She would very likely be the only women in most of her classes and professional endeavours. And I know you mentioned that when she works on that Twisters inspired Tornado project with those military boys, all of them love and adore her which I LOVE! Because she’s so smart and such a genius so it makes my heart really happy to see that that allows her to command respect 🥰 But in college, how does she manage being in a space with all these guys who might not all respect her (god like uni eng guys are a special brand of asshole, I’m not saying all of them but some…). Because I’m being so real- that is still an issue in engineering and still something that my girl friends and I have experienced/ felt 😅 And then also with environmental engineering specifically a lot of the work is sort of… rural and isolated. Like you won’t be working in a big crowded space a lot of the time. And being with all those guys, (also like… again, college guys are just a special brand of asshole? I feel like every girl would be out of her comfort zone if she were to be around only them, even now) is that something that induces anxiety for her? Does she ever worry that “putting herself in that position” is inviting anything similar to the horrific violence she’s already gone through? And then on the fluffier side, HOW does she persevere?! Because again we know she wasn’t doing well? I get the vibes from the asks that she was genuinely very depressed and not at all in a good place. So I’m just so intrigued by this era of hers. Anyways this is sooo long and convoluted feel free to ignore it haha. It’s just something that is so interesting to me I love this woman in stem so much 🥰 But yeah I’m interested in her college days and how she handles her horrible mental health, a very very shitty boyfriend and THIS on top of it all.

Oh and to add, we know that Ida worries for her often (along with the rest of the trinity), is she ever concerned about Lu being in those sorts of situations? Because Ida has so much complex trauma of her own (remember in Hardwoods how she has that thought that being alone with men is courting violence!!!!!!!!!!!) and she had to SEE Lu being assaulted? Just wondering because I love these two. And the rest of the trinity I guess. I know my parents would be🤧

Aaaaah see now you’re educating me about the Texan engineering!!! Omg that’s so cool. I knew it had to be slim pickings but goodness, three? Yeah, wow, ok then Lu, ya got your work cut out for you. Also, Nonnie, you’re so cool, I feel special for you gracing my inbox 🥰

Oh yes, just from acquaintance I am somewhat familiar with the engineer bro vibe, ha. Having come from the army has to help her a little. So far in the story we’ve focused on all the boys who love and take care of the girls as integrated into themselves, but you know there were the assholes in the 100th about it and you KNOW there were absolute pigs in the stalag, too. So it’s not a fully new issue. But, somehow this is even more secluded, likely? So, it’s intense.

I think she’s already very withdrawn during this era so she’s not trying to make friends with them all, if they’re assholes she does her best to keep her head down and then enjoys smoking them at tests or in the field. If they wanna play a practical joke to sabotage her?!- oh well, they shouldn’t have picked on Bucky Egan’s daughter. But omg, for all these women there’s the question of if they’re inviting that violence again by pursuing these careers and that’s so horrible to even be considered but it’s so real!!! My girl has her brass knuckles though, the (pretty worthless social friends from Spencer’s crowd) and a will of iron. This is the field she wants to work in, she always did and she happened to go to kindergarten in war for it but by god she’s gonna keep at it through college.

Also. Not wanting to fail. I think depressed and miserable as she might’ve been, failing (she’s so like Gale lemme go scream) would be worse than anything that could happen to her while she was trying. She’s so dogged about it, and this is something of her own, it’s not her crew and it’s not her squadron, it’s her. She’s doing this, and she might as well not get up again if she fails, I think is her attitude…when she’s so down, ya know?

Ida…for a long time Ida lives in a world where everyone could potentially be awful. She can’t contextualize it well. It takes a massive toll on her mental and bodily health, that constant alertness and suspicion and stress. Being in Germany likely only exacerbates that, tbh. Nice thought Rosie but, she’s having some severe ptsd just living amongst the language every day. 😭

[beifong-brainrot]

Thoughts on TSR episode?

Oh wow this is just a hornet's nest waiting for me to hit it with a baseball bat type of question. But ok anon I'm gonna try to speak on this in a way that will get as little people mad at me as possible lol.

I enjoy it, but then, I think I enjoy it mostly because is centers around Katara and I can't say there has been a Katara centered episode that had floped in my eyes. And an episode of Katara and Zuko reconciling after what he put her through was a long time coming and it is very fun to watch them kick ass. I adore the themes of this episode, misinterpreted as they may be by the wider public. I do have some major critiques of the episode, and I will get to them, but I'll try to unload them as we go.

I think Katara's portrayal in the episode is great. The storyline straddles the fine line of portraying her anger as equally valid and self destructive, and I like that she isn't villanised for it. Yes, Aang and Sokka try to talk her out of it, but it is out of concern for her, rather than a vehement contempt of her actions. Her grief is well presented, and even when she snaps the memorable and objectively awful "You didn't love her like I did" to Sokka, it feels more like a child trying to explain the intensity of her grief, but not knowing how to express it with the right words.

Let's remember that Katara not only was the sibling to see her mother's dead body, directly interact with her mother's murderer, but she also probably felt a lot of guilt for not only indirectly being the cause of the raid, but also not being fast enough in getting Hakoda, who may have helped. She's dealing not only with grief, but with a nasty case of survivor's guilt that Sokka thankfully doesn't seem to have. And it's very natural that, being a child, Katara would misinterpret Sokka having healed from the grief better as him not loving their mom as much as she did.

I've talked about the obvious parallel between Katara using bloodbending in the Southern Raiders and Hama forcing the art upon her. Bloodbending, in the case of Katara and Hama, symbolises righteous anger and hurt that has festered into something much more vindictive.

I think the bloodbending scene in TSR doesn't get discussed enough other than "it was cool to see Katara bloodbend again" or "haha this is how Zuko discovered bloodbending exists". Which, valid points, but I think the weight of this scene is often set aside. Even though it's the only instance of bloodbending in atla aside from "the Puppetmaster". And it directly parallels Hama, as Katara directs her rightful anger at a man who was innocent in this situation.

Like, yes this man was a Fire Nation officer, but he is not Yon Rha, and may, for all we know, not have even paricipated in the raids. Yet he was still subjected to the agonising and terrifying ordeal of being bloodbent, over a case of mistaken identity and misplaced vengance.

But Katara still has reason to hurt him. He's a fire nation soldier, a member of the organisation that hurt her and her people. Yet once she realises he is not Yon Rha, she immediately releases him, and is seemingly startled and exhaused by what she has done.

And of course, the situation takes a toll on Katara. I may be mistaken, but the ship scene seems to be the only instance of Katara tearing up in TSR, which feels like a deliberate choice. She has tears in her eyes when boarding the ship, probably as she knows she is planning on bloodbending, and again right after bloodbending the commander. It draws back to how devastated she was after bloodbending for the first time.

[Bloodbending has aggresive generational trauma symbolism, in both atla and tlok]

Bloodbending, for Katara, makes her go to a very dark place, and draw on a legacy of pain and anger that Hama had forced upon her. No wonder it is daunting to her. I find it hard to imagine Katara isn't aware of how much she is leaning into Hama's legacy in TSR, which may be why she is tearing up after bloodbending the commander.

She knows she's losing herself, and going down a path she previously could never see herself following. But I think she feels the need to do this, not only for herself, but for her mother.

Katara: Now that I know he's out there ... now that I know we can find him, I feel like I have no choice. Aang: Katara, you do have a choice: forgiveness. Zuko: That's the same as doing nothing! Aang: No, it's not. It's easy to do nothing, but it's hard to forgive. Katara : It's not just hard, it's impossible.

She feels like she has no choice, and the only way to do right by her mother is to get vengance on Yon Rha. We know that Kya's death has been a core wound for Katara. We see how she's tried to keep her mother's legacy alive, to the point of her trying to replace her in many ways, despite her being vocally uncomfortable with being percieved as motherly.

This probably ties in to Katara's survivor guilt, as she strongly tries to honour her mother, who died for/because of her. And killing Yon Rha feels like it's something that has to be done to avenge Kya, in Katara's eyes. But it is also taking a clear toll on Katara's own mental wellbeing.

I don't like the idea that TSR's Katara is "the true Katara" because it feels like taking a character who is going through some intense shit and isolating that as their "true self". Zuko during his banishment was not his true self, nor was Aang during the Desert. Rather than be defined by our lowest moments, we are a sum of our parts, and while how we act under duress is a factor of who we are, it is not a defining feature.

In the end, I think this is up to personal philosophy, but I find it so shallow and harsh to believe that someone reveals their true self when they're clearly in pain and distress. It feels very callous. Katara is acting out of pain and grief, and I don't think it's fair to define a 14 year old over these actions. Her friend and brother being concerned for her was warranted, because they see that Katara is doing something that she may regret. They know that Katara values life, that she isn't a killer, that she doesn't believe people are defined by their grief and pain.

I think Katara's own words in "the Avatar State" episode fit here rather poignantly.

Katara : Do you remember when we were at the air temple and you found Monk Gyatso's skeleton? It must have been so horrible and traumatic for you. I saw you get so upset that you weren't even you anymore. I'm not saying the Avatar State doesn't have incredible and helpful power ... but you have to understand ... for the people who love you, watching you be in that much rage and pain is really scary.

And, of course, on a smaller scale, this rings true for Katara in TSR as well. Anger and grief are important for a healthy human to experience, but it is easy to lose oneself to them. And I think this is the thesis of TSR, which often gets misinterpreted.

The episode doesn't condemn Katara for wanting to track down Yon Rha, but it does clearly set up the warnings of what murdering him entails for Katara. Now, as much as Jet and Hama are complex in how they are presented as sympathetic antagonists, and there is a discussion to be had about villanising victims, they are both set up as parallels to Katara.

Katara empathises with them, and that is what allows them to manipulate her. We see both Jet and Hama late into their respective "moral declines", but it's not that hard to see how they got there. Jet was a freedom fighter, surely he's killed soldiers. And perhaps military couriers, perhaps medics, people affiliated with the FN army but not participating in the fight directly. And then there are citizens who may have cooperated with the army and supported it with rations, perhaps. All in the name of his righteous cause, up until he tried to blow up a town.

I have no doubt Hama began imprisoning people who "deserved it". Perhaps a FN army veteran who was proud of his first service, then perhaps a man who declared his disdain for the other nations, then, maybe a wife of a soldier who supported her husband's military career, maybe a teen who talked about joining the army once he was the right age.

Revenge is dangerous, because it doesn't always bring the closure we seek, and we are left to project those who harmed us onto people who have nothing to do with it.

Aang: Katara, you sound like Jet. Katara: It's not the same! Jet attacked the innocent. This man, he's a monster.

But note that Jet was also fighting the "monsters" who harmed his village.

Jet: Katara, you would too if you just stopped to think. Think about what the Fire Nation did to your mother. We can't let them do that to anyone else ever again. Katara : This isn't the answer!

Let's be honest, Yon Rha is literal scum and I don't think anyone would be sad for him if Katara turned him into an icicle pincushion. The episode never tries to humanise him, and portrays him as pathetic and vile, as he deserves. But it's not about him. Aang and Sokka's worries lay with Katara and how killing a man out of rage and pain would affect her personally.

I think Aang specifically gets misinterpreted in this episode. I understand why he rubs people the wrong way, because of course we believe Katara deserves to face Yon Rha, that she deserves the closure this encounter would offer her.

Zuko: She needs this, Aang. This is about getting closure and justice. Aang: I don't think so. I think it's about getting revenge. Katara: [Angrily.] Fine, maybe it is! Maybe that's what I need! Maybe that's what he deserves!

I actually adored this episode for Aang and Katara's relationship, because I adore how Aang straddles the line of supportive and rightfully concerned. What I think a lot of people forget is that Aang wasn't against Katara finding Yon Rha, but rather trying to gauge Katara's reasons for doing so and concerned about her motives.

Because "what do you think this will accomplish?" is a valid question to ask here. Aang knows firsthand that releasing one's anger is seldom the healing balm for the soul. Katara has helped him process the unbelievable pain and rage he went through as the last airbender, and he is returning the favour, while also trying to keep her needs in mind. He acknowledges that Katara needs to face Yon Rha, but he worries for her if she chooses vengance.

Katara: Don't try to stop us. Aang: I wasn't planning to. This is a journey you need to take. You need to face this man. [Katara situates herself on Appa's head.] But when you do, please don't choose revenge. Let your anger out, and then let it go. Forgive him.

I've seen the argument that this is just Aang "saving face" because Katara was going to go anyway, but I find that argument hollow. Like, yeah, I guess if you want to believe that. But Aang hasn't had problems disagreeing with Katara before, and I feel like Appa would take Aang's side if push came to shove.

I find it silly that some people can't comprehend the idea of Aang supporting Katara's need to confront Yon Rha, while not supporting the murderous urges. Because just because Katara didn't kill Yon Rha, doesn't mean the encounter didn't have value.

I think the biggest one is Katara demystifying Yon Rha, and, to an extent Fire Nation soldiers to herself.

Over the course of the episode, Katara frequently refers to Yon Rha as "the monster" rather than as a man. She's, unsurprisingly, built him up in her head as a manifestation of her helplessness to protect those she loves, the power and evil the Fire Nation army has over her.

Katara: That was him. That was the monster.

This has the side effect that when Zuko attacks her village, in the very first few episodes, she's probably going right back to that scared little girl. There are even some incredibly strong parallels between these two raids. Both looking for the last member of a demographic. Kya or Aang bargain themselves in exchange for the village's safety, while also comforting Katara. Hell, there's even some strong visual similarities between Zuko's scar and the unique helmets the Southern Raiders wear, further allowing Katara to tie Zuko to the monster of her childhood.

Confronting Yon Rha allowed her to truly look at "the monster" and realise that he is just a pathetic man.

Katara : [Sorrowfully.] I always wondered what kind of person could do such a thing, but now that I see you, I think I understand. There's just nothing inside you, nothing at all. You're pathetic and sad and empty.

She is no longer helpless against him, and those like him.

Katara : Oh, don't you worry about my strength. I have plenty. I'm not the helpless little girl I was when they came.

This also allows her to untangle Zuko from Yon Rha, and see that Zuko is trying and has grown as a person.

Zuko in TSR is interesting to me. I think people tend to brush of his own internal goings on in the episode. Zuko is acting very much like Zuko here, which is equally annoying and endearing. I have no doubt he was genuine in his attempts to smooth things over with Katara, and that he truly thought he was helping by egging her on to kill Yon Rha. On the surface, it is a vaguely questionable move to try and dig up a girl's trauma behind her back. But I do believe Zuko was genuinely not aware of how manipulative these actions could come off.

Zuko still has a lot of toxic and dangerous mindsets from his Fire Nation upbringing to unlearn. And it manifests in percieving violence and vengance as the only correct way, as well as mocking Aang's more pacifistic advice. Like genuinely it's not surprising he has a little bit of lingering disdain for air nomad values but it is also incredibly jarring to hear these words from him lol.

If I can present one of my silliest pet peeves of the episode, its when Zuko rescues Katara from those falling rocks and then lays on top of her for just a bit too long. Like thanks for the assist sir now stop laying on top of the lass. And then he goes "ok I'll take that as a thank you ☝️🤓" when she tells him to get off. Also waiting in front of her tent all night like sir please

There are some similarities between Katara's confrontation with Yon Rha and Zuko's confrontation with Ozai, and I believe they were intentional. As both these characters confront men who have cast a shadow over their childhoods, and have, directly or indirectly caused them to lose their mothers. And they both no longer fear them now it's Ozai and Yon Rha's turn to listen to them.

Zuko: That's another thing. I'm not taking orders from you anymore. Ozai : [Angrily.] You will obey me, or this defiant breath will be your last! Zuko: [Pulls out his swords.] Think again. I am going to speak my mind, and you are going to listen.

Of course, there are some even more direct parallels in Katara and Yon Rha compared to the Aang and Ozai fight but Im focusing on Katara and Zuko here.

I think it would also be foolish to set aside the idea that Zuko is very much affected by Ozai taunting him about his own mother's dissapearance during the Day of Black Sun. Zuko was unable to get closure for his mother's dissapearance, so he is extra invested in Katara's mother's death, and finding her killer.

It is very fun to see Zuko and Katara working together. They're a deadly duo and they bounce off each other really well. It always warms my heart to see them reconcile at the end, as it was a long time coming. I treat it as a landmark on both their budding friendship, and their respective personal healing journeys.

I think my biggest criticism of the episode is how much Sokka had been sidelined in it. On one hand, I understand it. He isn't suffering from the survivors guilt Katara is dealing with and therefore has no need to confront Yon Rha.

On the other hand having Zuko use him as essentially an exposition dump and then for the narrative to cut him out right after he relived his trauma hurts my soul. At the very least, I think it would've been nice to see his concern for Katara more focused on.

I am, however, impressed that seemingly moments after he told Zuko about one of the worst days of his life, he was hooking up with his gf like I don't think I'd even be able to preform after that and yet Sokka did apparently. Which tbh is very 16 year old boy of him.

TSR is one of those episodes that has been slightly soured in my mind by the way the fandom tends to treat it. It has become the centre of some very nasty shipping discourse, when that was never the focus of the episode. But I do love the focus on Katara and the way she handles her grief and trauma.

I know it's easy to say TSR simply regurgitates the tried and true killing=bad a lot of kid shows have, but I think it does so with some very interesting nuance. Instead of using objective morality, it focuses more on how killing someone, even with a good reason, could affect you personally. And I commend it for that, even if it isn't always graceful abouf it.

I don't think I've touched on every subject of TSR, because i originally meant this reply to be a quick overview which spiraled vastly out of control. This post is already getting way too long, so I'll end it now, because I think I touched on at least most of what I wanted to.

That post was pretty heavy, so here's a picture of my fat son Zorro under a blanket that kinda makes him look like Goku when he turns blond or smth idk I've never watched DB

[ladyloveandjustice]

I had to cut myself off from binge-reading the comics from that Jason doc out of intense curiosity, but I forgot how extremely funny it is when comics cannot decide if they want a character to be an antagonist or ally and just settle with constantly swinging them back and forward all the time which is 100% what they keep doing with Jason and it's just so unintentionally comical if you skip around and binge-skim a bunch of comics it's like

"Ok Bruce I won't kill people"

"Good"

Jason: "I changed my mind actually"

Bruce: "JASON YOU PROMISED!!!"

Jason: wait I've changed my mind again!!! I never realized killing people actually meant I could potentially orphan children like how I was orphaned.

Bruce: how...how did you not realize that until now??*

Jason: idk!!! anyway no killing for me for a while I'm gonna go hang out with Catwoman she's cooler than you anyway (Jason you are so correct)

Bruce: no I'm upset. how about If I drug you so anytime you feel like you need to fight you'll be overcome with crippling fear. I think that's a cool and fun and smart thing to do to my son who already has really bad PTSD from that one time he was brutally tortured and murdered and totally not a great way to get him killed again.

Jason: Bruce???? what the fuck?? (does immediately almost die)

Selina: Bruce??? what the fuck???

Me: Bruce??? what the fuck???

Dick: it's okay Bruce is being affected by some mind altering/controlling/whatever thing that happened in some issue you didn't read. Probably. Maybe. let's all stay 50 feet away from him for a while.

Me: wow. well what was even the point of all that then. I guess they decided Batman needed to be a loner again like they do every six months only to take it back later.

Lmao I'm so relieved I don't have to keep up with comics anymore this is such a roller coaster, WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING, how would I even explain to a normal person. Glad to confirm comics are as much of a mess as ever. A mess I have lingering nostalgic affection for but. a mess.

*(I actually did find this arc pretty compelling, Jason running into a kid that had roughly his exact backstory, going to find the dad, and just killing him when he finds out he's an abusive peace of shit who's been drugging his kid, but then being like "holyshitholyshit I didn't ask this kid permission if I could kill his Dad I was still pretty upset when my abusive Dad died and if his mom dies from the overdose I've orphaned him just like me and he'd go to the State and I know all the fucked up things that can happen to you there aaaaa" I mean it's good drama and development, it's just. when you sit down and thinks about it. the concept he'd never thought of it before until he was confronted with a kid in his exact situation is just kind of unintentionally funny. I know realistically he could know that intellectually but not like, have it sink in until he actually met a kid, and that's what they were going for, but it's still very funny.

Like this implies that if Batman had ever just sat down and been like "Jason. you realize bad people have families right. You were upset when Two Face killed your Dad even though he sucked remember?" Jason would have been like "omg you're right" and we would have saved SO MUCH TIME.)

(I respect that Bruce didn't actually call him out on it and instead focused on the problem at hand too bc I would not have been mature enough to do that. Rare Bruce Wayne parenting W.)

(Also the part where Jason was like "you know I've grown used to letting down Bruce because I do that all the time but letting Babs down has me WRACKED with guilt" like Jason I totally get that. I'd feel the same way.)

anyway comics are dangerous I could get addicted all over again while complaining about half of what I read I was literally reading all day again I'M CUTTING MYSELF OFF.)

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OK SO…. You write for naruto… and also ftm?? You are my saviour… could ya’ write an scenario with gaara x ftm!reader? During the chunin exams? But- gaara doesn’t know the reader is well… trans! So he finds out during a battle and well you know! Whatever you want! Make it fluff plwease </3 and romantic!!

anon: ☀️

oh wow this is my first anon xdxdxd, hope this is able to fulfill your request n.n

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Gaara x ftm!reader |  Chūnin Exam

for the sake of this fanfic team 7 has 4 members... okay? okay.

The forest was unnervingly quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant calls of unseen creatures. Your team was on high alert, having already encountered several hostile teams. The tension in the air was thick, and even Naruto, usually the loudest among you, had fallen silent.

“Stay sharp,” Kakashi’s voice echoed in your memory before entering the Forest of Death. The four of you moved cautiously, every sense heightened.

As you turned a corner, the eerie stillness broke. Three figures emerged from the shadows—Gaara of the Sand and his siblings, Kankuro and Temari. Their presence was suffocating, the air thickening with unseen pressure.

“Sand shinobi,” Sasuke muttered, his Sharingan flickering to life.

Gaara’s gaze locked onto you the moment you stepped into the clearing. Unlike his usual piercing, almost predatory stare, there was something different. His teal eyes lingered on you, unreadable yet intent.

Naruto took a step forward, puffing up his chest. “Hey, we’re not looking for trouble, but if you start something, we’ll finish it!”

Temari snorted. “Bold words for someone like you.”

While the others exchanged words, you couldn’t shake the feeling of Gaara’s eyes on you. It wasn’t the cold, calculating gaze of an enemy; it felt… curious, almost entranced. You glanced at him, meeting his eyes briefly. His expression was unreadable, but something about the intensity of his stare made your stomach flutter.

“You,” Gaara finally spoke, his voice quiet yet commanding, “What’s your name?”

The question caught everyone off guard. Sasuke narrowed his eyes, stepping protectively in front of you. “What does it matter?”

“I wasn’t asking you,” Gaara replied coldly, his eyes never leaving yours.

You hesitated before answering, unsure of his intentions. “Y/N..." you said softly "...Y/N L/N" earning a sharp glance from Sasuke and Naruto.

“Y/N,” Gaara repeated, as if testing how it felt on his tongue. A strange, fleeting softness passed over his face before his usual stoic mask returned. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Temari frowned. “Gaara, what are you—?”

“Let’s go,” Gaara interrupted, turning on his heel. His siblings followed reluctantly, but not before Kankuro gave you a puzzled look and Temari sent you a wary glance.

As Gaara disappeared into the shadows, his voice echoed in your mind. Why did it feel like a warning? Or… something else entirely?

The tension in the stadium was electric. The third part of the Chūnin Exams had everyone on edge, and your upcoming match wasn’t helping your nerves.

“Next match: Y/N from the Leaf Village versus Gaara from the Sand.”

The announcement made the crowd buzz with excitement, but your heart sank. Gaara’s reputation preceded him—his ruthlessness in combat was unmatched. But there was also the memory of his strange behavior in the forest. You didn’t know what to expect.

Gaara stepped into the arena, his arms crossed and his gourd of sand looming behind him. He looked as calm as ever, but as you stepped forward, you noticed something odd. His gaze wasn’t cold or hostile; it was conflicted.

The proctor raised his hand. “Begin!”

Gaara didn’t move. The sand at his feet twitched, ready to strike, but he made no move to attack. You hesitated, lowering your stance slightly.

“Aren’t you going to fight me?” you asked cautiously.

Gaara’s eyes flickered with something almost vulnerable. “I don’t want to hurt you.” he whispered

“You can’t just stand there. Fight me.” you called out, frustration creeping into your voice.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied, his voice quiet yet firm.

The crowd fell silent at his words, confusion rippling through the spectators. Even Naruto, watching from the stands, yelled, “What’s his deal?!”

you snapped, fists clenching. “This isn’t a game. If you don’t fight me seriously, I’ll make you regret it.”

“Enough.” His voice was sharp, almost pained. “You don’t understand. I…” He trailed off, his fists clenching. The sand around him stirred violently, as if reflecting his inner turmoil.

“What I understand is that you’re underestimating me!” you shouted, rushing forward. Your kunai flashed in the sunlight as you lunged at him, aiming for a weak spot in his defense.

The sand reacted instantly, rising to block your attack. It shoved you back with surprising gentleness, almost as if Gaara were still holding back. Your feet skidded across the dirt, but you didn’t stop. You charged again, determination burning in your chest.

“Stop holding back!” you yelled, weaving through the sand and landing a glancing blow on his arm. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make him flinch. “I can take it, Gaara!”

His teal eyes darkened, his jaw tightening. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I’m asking you to take me seriously!” you snapped. “If you don’t, I’ll—”

“Enough!” Gaara’s voice was sharp, and the sand around him surged forward, faster and more aggressive than before. It wrapped around your wrist, yanking you back and slamming you into the ground. Pain shot through your body, but you gritted your teeth, refusing to give up.

You struggled to your feet, blood dripping from a cut on your cheek. “That’s more like it,” you said through a pained grin.

But something shifted mid-battle.

You had gone in for a risky close-range attack, only for Gaara’s sand to lash out like a whip, tearing at your uniform. The clash left your chest exposed briefly, revealing something Gaara hadn’t expected: : the faint lines of a pair of bandages squeezing your chest, functioning as a binder.

Gaara froze, his sand halting its attack for just a moment as realization struck him like a hammer. His mouth moved before he could think.

“…Oh. Are you a girl?”

The words were quiet, but they rang loudly in the arena. your eyes widened, ur own face flushing with anger, embarrassment, and a mix of emotions that boiled over.

“I’m not a girl!” you snapped, his voice louder than he intended. Your chakra flared, and you leapt back, your hands trembling with rage. “Don’t you dare call me that!”

Gaara’s expression faltered, his usually stoic face showing a flicker of confusion. He hadn’t meant it as an insult, but the way Y/N reacted—so raw, so defensive—it struck something in him. He realized he had said something deeply personal, something he didn’t fully understand.

The fight continued, but you fought with a fierceness Gaara hadn’t seen before, your movements sharper, your strikes heavier. The crowd murmured at the sudden shift in intensity.

Gaara’s chest tightened as he watched. He couldn’t stop thinking about his words, about the hurt in your voice. He didn’t understand why it mattered so much to him, but he wanted to make it right. Still, this wasn’t the place.

you decided to end the fight on your own terms, forcing the proctor to declare a draw when it became clear neither would back down. As you turned to leave the arena, Gaara’s voice stopped you mid track.

His tone wasn’t cold or distant this time. It was hesitant, almost vulnerable. “I… didn’t mean to hurt you.”

you paused but didn’t look back. “Then don’t say stupid things like that again,” you said before walking away, his shoulders tense but his head held high.

Gaara stood alone in the arena, the roar of the crowd muffled in his ears. He didn’t know what this feeling was—guilt, admiration, something more—but he knew one thing: he’d never see Y/N the same way again.

It was a few days after the Chūnin Exams, and the Leaf Village was bustling with post-event celebrations. The arena fights had been the highlight, but for you it was hard to shake the memory of Gaara’s words. You tried to brush it off—since you've been called worse—but something about the way Gaara had said it, so calm yet so clueless, made it sting in a way you weren't used to.

Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura, however, hadn’t let it go.

“That guy’s such a jerk!” Naruto huffed as the four of them walked through the village. “I mean, who even says something like that in the middle of a fight? If I were you, Y/N, I would’ve knocked him flat on his—”

“Naruto,” you interrupted, rolling his eyes. “It’s fine. I don’t care anymore.”

“You do care,” Sakura chimed in gently, looking at you with concern. “And it’s okay to care, Y/N. What he said was—”

“It was dumb, yeah,” u said quickly, cutting her off. “But I’ve got better things to think about, okay? Like what’s for dinner tonight.”

Sasuke stayed quiet but shot Y/N a sidelong glance, clearly not buying his attempt at nonchalance.

Before the conversation could continue, Naruto suddenly stopped in his tracks, his body tensing like a spring. “Speak of the devil,” he muttered, pointing down the street.

You followed his gaze and froze. Walking toward them was Gaara, flanked by his siblings, Kankurō and Temari. Gaara’s hands were tucked into his pockets, his usual stoic expression fixed in place, though his eyes flickered with recognition as they landed on you.

Naruto stepped in front of you without hesitation, arms outstretched like he was ready to protect you from a wild animal. “Oi, what do you want, Gaara?” he snapped, his voice louder than it needed to be. “Haven’t you already done enough?”

Kankurō raised an eyebrow, glancing at Gaara. “What’s he talking about?”

Gaara ignored his brother, his gaze locked on you. “I need a word with him.”

“Like hell you do!” Naruto growled. “You think you can just—”

“Naruto,” you said firmly, stepping out from behind him. “It’s fine. I can handle this.”

Naruto shot you a wide-eyed, incredulous look. “What? No way! You don’t have to—”

“I said it’s fine,” you repeated, giving him a pointed look. “I’ll be back in a second.”

Naruto grumbled but didn’t argue further, though he made no effort to hide the daggers he was glaring at Gaara.

You walked a few steps forward, stopping in front of the Sand ninja. “Is there anything i can help you with, Gaara?” your tone was neutral, but your posture was defensive, arms crossed over your chest.

Gaara hesitated, his teal eyes searching your face for a moment. For someone so fearsome in battle, he looked almost… unsure of himself. “I wanted to apologize,” he said at last, his voice quiet.

your blinked, it caught everyone off guard, including his siblings

“…What?” you said

“What I said during our fight,” Gaara continued. “I didn’t mean to insult you. I… didn’t understand why it upset you at the time, but I realize now that it wasn’t my place to say anything. I’m sorry.”

You stared at him, your mind racing. You expected a lot of things—denial, indifference, maybe even hostility—but not this. Gaara’s apology felt genuine, his usual coldness replaced by something softer, something… human.

“…Okay,” you said after a moment, his arms relaxing at his sides. “Thanks, I guess.”

Gaara’s gaze lingered on you, and for the first time, you thought you saw something like guilt in those piercing eyes. “You’re strong,” Gaara said suddenly. “Stronger than I realized. And… I respect that.”

You felt your cheeks heating up, and quickly looked away, pretending to scratch the back of your neck. “Uh, y-yeah... Thanks.”

Behind them, Naruto let out a loud scoff. “What’s he saying now? He better not be trying to weasel his way out of this—”

“Naruto, shut up!” sakura shouted over his shoulder. You turned back to Gaara. “Look, I appreciate the apology, but… don’t do it again, okay? Just think before you speak about it next time.”

Gaara nodded. “I will.”

There was an awkward pause before Gaara glanced down at the ground, as if considering something. Then, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him, he added, “You’re… important to me.”

You felt your breath getting caught, and your eyes snapped back to Gaara, but before you could say anything, Gaara turned and started walking away, his siblings falling into step beside him.

Temari glanced at you with a knowing smirk. “Huh. That’s new,” she muttered under her breath.

Kankurō groaned, throwing his hands up. “Am I the only one who doesn’t get what’s going on here?”

As the Sand siblings disappeared down the street, you stood frozen in place, your own heart pounding in your chest. Naruto stomped over, his hands on his hips. “What did he say to you? Do I need to kick his butt?”

Yu shook your head, a little smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “No, Naruto. It’s fine.” you turnedback to the team, shoving your hands in your pockets. “Let’s just go get some ramen.”

Sakura and Sasuke exchanged glances but didn’t say anything. Naruto, meanwhile, continued grumbling under his breath about “weird sand guys,” but you barely heard him. Your own thoughts were elsewhere, stuck on Gaara’s parting words.

"You’re important to me."

I´m a simp for gaara lol, it´s hard to find ftm!reader fanfics :,p *cries*

[solcito-dps]

House is Cupid

pairing: james wilson x doctor!reader

words: 588

warnings: no major warnings - wilson being straight (or bi, who knows?), house being house but also kind of helpful, fake relationship, mention of marriage, kind of a plot twist, wilson kind of being babygirl.

summary: wilson needs to get out of an annoying situation, luckily you came in the picture just in time.

a/n: hi! this is my first… drabble? one shot? i don’t even know how to call it, but anyways hope you enjoy ❤️. also if there is a mistake, i’m so sorry, english is not my first language.

“You really need to get laid”

“You know? i actually agree with house on this one”

Wilson sighed and look at ceiling, trying to find an answer on why he was hearing the advices from Foreman and House.

“I’m actually seeing someone” he said.

“What?”

What?, why would he say that?

“Yes”

“I don’t believe you, what does she do?”

“She’s a doctor”

“Yeah right” House said.

Wilson was going to regret this his whole life.

“I didn’t want to say anything, but i’m dating someone from this hospital”

God, he’s so stupid.

“I want names, names so i can believe you”

“I’m sorry Wilson but, yes, i also need names”

Suddenly you walk into the diagnostics team office, and see the little reunion the three men are having.

“Oh, sorry, i was going to pick up the patient’s chart and just go.” you said

“No honey, please stay” Wilson said. “I just told house and foreman about us”

He stand up from his seat and stood in front of you, allowing him to face you and at the same time hide his face from the two men, so he could look at you with pleading eyes and mutter a “please follow my lead”.

You were extremely confused, but decided ultimately to help him because you had never seen him practically begging to anyone. You also kind of liked him but that had nothing to do with it.

“Really?, that’s great” you said

Wilson finally faced his friends, hugging you by your hip and you decided to just play along, which wasn’t difficult considering how nice it felt to be touched by him like that.

House looked at the couple with a hint of suspicion.

“That’s great, guys” Foreman congratulated

“I’m still not buying it”

Wilson rolled his eyes again.

“What do you need to believe us?”

You felt the eyes of your mentor and sometimes friend, looking at you intensely. It was obvious that House sensed something was wrong, and unfortunately, he knew about your little crush on certain oncologist who had his arm around your waist.

“Kiss”

“Wow, you’re a child”

As wilson was arguing with house about the request, you started getting more nervous than before, and started to ask yourself: ‘how did i ended up here?’.

“Ok, you want a kiss?, you’ll get your little show” you said.

Wilson was just starting to make a surprised face when you reach for his face and started kissing him, hard.

The kiss was intense, to say the least. Foreman was almost choking on his own surprise, while House looked with a little smirk.

Once the kiss was over, Wilson looked at you almost as if he was asking more, but quickly you just turned to the other doctors and said.

“Well gentlemen, a pleasure as always”

You leaved leaving a kiss in Wilson’s cheek and removing the lipstick stain that you left with your thumb, before going away and almost passing out in the hallway.

This was a story that years later House was going to say in your wedding, as long as making fun of Wilson for his fourth marriage.

What he kept to himself though, was the fact that all of that nonsense, that led to Wilson and you becoming an actual couple, was his way of helping you, knowing damn well that you were going to go to the office where Wilson was being cornered into saying that he was seeing someone.

Sometimes House could play God, but he also could play Cupid.