#hazard drabble

[ya-zz]

hazard smut, FULL smut. please. tank u.

!! NSFW under the cut !!

It was hard to deny the feelings you had for the tank. The sleepless nights just thinking about him always landed with you waking up with a mess that you had to clean.

But when you had to share a room with him during a mission, you prayed that your dreams that night wouldn't be as explicit as they usually are.

How wrong you were.

Being in the same room as him only heightened those thoughts. Knowing that he was sleeping on the sofa only a few feet from the bed made your stomach flutter.

Stifling a whimper, you turn over in bed, wanting to hide away from him and your thoughts...

Though, his hands wandered your body, pushing against the sore muscles before he settled against you, chest against your back. His mouth was close to your ear, small grunts echoing and hot breath tickling your lobe.

One of his hands came up to cover your mouth, not wanting to alert those in the next room as his other trailed down your stomach towards your sex. Fingers played with the waistband of your pants before they slipped under.

Findlay chuckled, feeling the heat between his fingers as he played with you, his own bulge pressing against your ass. No words were spoken as he pushes his cock against your entrance. With his hand clamped over your mouth, the moan you let out was muffled.

Teeth sink into your neck as he fucks into you, cock hitting deep as his free hand continues to play with you. The bed creaks with the movement as another muffled whine escapes you.

He doesn't relent, hand moving faster, cock hitting your sweet spot that little bit harder. It takes what strength you have to not scream out as you reach your high, panting breathlessly into his hand as your back arches, a wetness coating your thighs.

The thrusting stops, your body becoming lax as you soon succumb to sleep.

Only when you wake up the following morning, you don't feel as sore as you imagined and instead, Findlay walks past your bed with a smirk... Then it hits you. It didn't happen.

"Must've been a pretty good dream if you were moaning all night."

—

KOFI

[snootlestheangel]

*giggling*

The 141, with help of Nik and a couple friends, are tracking an Anarchist group in the UK. There's been some evidence that they plan on doing something big (and possibly dumb) and that they've gotten their hands on some big weapons.

Theyre just scouting out the base of operations of these guys, just gathering intel.

Price points out one particular guy: big, beefy blonde guy with a thick Scottish accent and very punk grunge aesthetic.

"Must be the ringleader" the captain says and it seems to be true. Everyone watches this guy with curiosity when Soap gasps lightly

"No fucking way" Soap says

"What?"

"He's my fucking ex" Soap replies, shocked and a bit embarrassed in all honesty.

Now I'm just picturing all of them turning to give Soap A Look

Gaz just shakes his head and goes "you have incredibly questionable taste in men"

To which Nik asks Ghost "not offended?"

Ghost: "I've learned the truth hurts sometimes."

[unwashedunsatisfiedmeowmeow]

husband!Noah x reader (yandere-tsundere drabble)

Context: Noah is the yandere character from the visual novel "my personal hater" that you can play here.

Your husband!Noah - is very clingy even if he acts tough and cool about that. You just simply can't get rid of him the moment he decides to cling onto you which happens all the time. Don't get yourself fooled though! The whole time Noah squeezes the shit out of you in his casual hug, he will mumble some mean stuff about you while treating the crook of your neck as a comfy pillow.

"Who the fuck is watching hello kitty the anime at this day and age? How old are you? Ten?"

Your husband!Noah - would be the type to do all the providing and protecting stuff. AND on top of that he will do all the housework such as cooking, cleaning, running errands etc... You name it, and he probably done that chore couple hours ago!

Your husband!Noah - would basically make you feel left out from the "family duties" because he thinks doing everything in the house and outside of it all by himself will make him superior to you.

"How dare you interrupt me from doing my duties? Huh... Oh, you made me tea? *////* Thanks, i guess..." He would definetely not lick the handle of the cup the second you're not looking lol!

You are deadass husband!Noah's special interest. Always were and always will be. Is it unhealthy to be so obsessed with a human? Of course! Does Noah give a fuck about that? NO HE DOESN'T!!!

Your husband!Noah - will laugh at you for liking something, especially if the thing you got interested in is silly. But then the next day or two you'll notice new things (the ones that you were made fun of) appearing around the house randomly. If you ask Noah about that he would act like you're going crazy.

"What do you mean there is my melody pillow in your corner? Of course it's there! It was always like that! Why wouldn't it be?" *Bonus points if he will give you the trinket with the thing you're interested in out of the blue lol*

Your husband!Noah - is careful with everything that's important to you even if he always acts nonchalant. That includes your cat - Whiskey! He will take her to the vet and grooming appointments regularly if it's needed. Even if she hates him and makes it known at every opportunity, he will still treat Whiskey the best.

"I'm not even the cat person... Not when she scratches and hisses at me like that! You and Whiskey have something in common... Both are insanely cute~" *Continues playing with Whiskey using countless cat toys he bought just for her*

Your husband!Noah - is distressed everytime you go out of the house without him. Even thinking about other men looking and hitting at you despite the ring - makes his hair fall off if you're out long enough.

"So what if i always know your location? It's still unsafe and stupid of you to go out alone... You always need me by your side just in case something happens! How don't you understand that you dumbass?"

---

There is no clear ending in which the main character ends up being with Noah willingly, so i made a little drabble specifically about that.

Anyway hope yall liked it. Bye!

[omgangelhasashotgun]

without further ado- my first drabbles in 5+ years

ow headcannons- how they react to you having a vape(asking them to hit it)

reaper- he only smokes the occasional cigg and he thinks youre stupid for walking around sucking on a battery :( (hes told you this multiple times) :(

"hey, wanna hit this?" you ask casually, palming the little device his way, away from the gaze of Commander Morrison. he does a confused double take, eyebrows furrowing as he realizes what youre offering him.

"id rather die a slow death to tar fueled lung cancer." he growls, as if insulted you even thought to ask.

hazard- never hit one before but when he sees yours hes all fer tryin it :3

"Hey Haz, wanna hit this?" youre already tossing the the device his direction and he catches it immediately mimicking you and bringing it up to his lips.

"Wuts this about?" he gets out before inhaling entirely too big too much and you have to stifle a laugh as all hits the back of his throat and he gags, fighting for his life with the artificial overloading his system

"Oh, thats awful" he choked out, words blocked by the smoke that hes stilll hacking up.

dva- She has a strawberry dream puff bar bff likeeee hana already on that :3

"pstt... vape break?" you nudge the mechanic, breaking her out of her work trance.

"oohh yes please, i need to STRETCH" she says, getting up and dusting herself off. she snatches your vape from an out turned hand and take a big inhale, letting it out her nose a second later along with a sigh of relief.

"i dont care that the pesticides will kill me," she pauses taking another hit, "all the other bullshit will catch up to us first" you finish for her, following her gaze as you gesture at the "other bullshit", a mess of what used to be her mech, in need of a lot of TLC.

theres a small moment of silence, an odd peace filled only w the almost silent whirls of the tiny batteries, before the girl tosses you back your device, winks and gets back to business.

<3

[marvelousazula]

For the Drabble/word prompt:

Conquest

Thank you for the prompt!

Azula's on a war path. And Katara can only facepalm and pity their opponents.

Who thought Uno with the two most competitive people in the world would end well? The only reason Zuko and Azula aren't trading punches yet is because Zuko has Drunk curled on his lap, the little menace of a kitten, and Azula has Katara on her lap (according to her, also a little menace of a kitten).

Azula treats a card game like a war, making Zuko buy more cards means she's successful in the conquest of new lands to her empire.

"You're adorably stupid," Katara whispers on ear, quite comfortable on her lap, she's not sure how Azula manages to keep her card in hand and an arm around Katara, holding her safe there.

"I'm a genius."

"This is a luck game!" Zuko exclaimed.

"Shut up, loser," she throws a +4 on the table, for the humiliation of the brother.

Katara laughs, she'll give Azula a good, long reward later that night.

[cokou]

To anon who requested a punk hazard law fic, give me like 1 or 2 days to watch punk hazard to give you better picture of Law😭😭😭 Btw Caesar Clown's kinda hot💗💗

[colour-me-robot]

Chapter Two of the side stories one-shots is up! Go have a look!

[unhingedselfships]

She'd stayed over, and as she often did when she crashed at his place, found her way into his bed.

They were both clingy codependent creatures.

She'd readily admit to that.

He'd take it to his grave.

Regardless, they often found themselves sharing sleeping space, and curling around one another. 

So typically, when one woke, the other did too. 

She crawled free of his hold, told him to go back to sleep, she just needed to pee.

He wasn't going to get back to sleep, but he didn't mind just laying there for a bit. Put the day off a little longer.

He'd fussed at her for fucking up the blanket, dragging it most of the way off of him as she stumbled out of bed.

She'd responded with a raspberry, and a "get fucked Kenshi".

A "no thanks," a snorted laugh, and a middle finger, rounded out their exchange.

He let himself drift in not-quite-awareness, enjoying the morning peace, and hummed as she crawled back into bed.

"Lazy."

"Hush you," she huffed at him.

He cracked an eye, giving her a questioning look as she studied him.

Just as he was about to snark, her scrutiny of his form beginning to edge into uncomfortable, she reached out. Traced a finger over a scar. 

He shuddered and slapped at her hand, and she fluttered her fingers at him irreverently.

"This one," she started, poking it, and he bristled.

She knew better than to ask him things, damnit.

"This one," she continued, "came from a terrible jousting accident."

The snappish words died in his throat as he blinked at her, befuddled.

"What."

“Someone was asking me about you. About stories. Surely, I had to know something. We’re so close afterall,” she snorted, “They really don’t get it at all. But whatever. I made some shit up.”

He blinked at her, bemused, “You went with… jousting?”

She nodded sagely, "Yep. Jousting. You always loved ren faires, went to several a year. You were great. But the lance broke wrong. You never rode again."

His face did something complicated, annoyance, amusement, confusion, laughter, all warring for the front place 

"...what."

"I'm gonna come up with more. A story for all of them. And if anyone ever asks about you again, I'll have all kinds of cool shit to say."

He huffed an incredulous laugh, "You're ridiculous. And an idiot."

"Well. Yeah. Duh."

He sat up, shaking his head.

"It's too early for your shit."

Looping an arm around her waist, she yelped, as he tossed her unceremoniously into the floor.

Laughing at her curses, he stood and walked past her.

"Out. I'm going to change."

Padding across the room, her playfully upset call of "You're a dick Kenshi!" following her.

The door snapping shut behind her cut off his laugh.

[cloudbattrolls]

Not to sound up my own ass but I really will be interested to see how people respond to Repentance. Arty Goes Through It but it’s very much not intended to be a ‘poor Arty’ plot. It’s meant to examine its dual identity as person and machine and how the two interweave and influence its intended purpose.

[godzexperiment]

His hands held onto theirs, effortlessly tugging them along behind him. Guiding them to the night's plan for fun and maybe some slight criminal activity depending on perspective. But really was breaking into some old casino that much an issue? All the work he put into it arguably made it fair play. Letting go to have more grip, leverage on the ancient door that had stuck in the hours since his setting the place up. Keeping it open with his foot as pulled them in with him. "Okay, so we're going to have to function on two glow sticks and one flashlight but mostly obstacle free anyways." Cracking one for them, before cracking his with strategic biting with his teeth as pulled out his flashlight. Aiming it on the two pairs of roller skates while the door shut. "Ta fucking dah." Only took some moderate fumbling before both of them had the skates on. Racing down the giant, smooth carpeted or tile pathways for however long. Eventually side by side with one earbud each listening to music on the skates before just dancing around with the flashlight angled to bounce its light around some.

[ya-zz]

Hi, I was wonder if you can make a fic for hazard cervix fucking fem!reader? (I’m borrowing this idea from queenofcups)

!! NSFW under the cut!!

His hands were locked onto your hips, fingers and thumbs digging into your skin, bruising the tissue underneath, but despite your whines and your whimpers, he would not let go.

With every thrust, he slams you back down against his hips, his cock hitting almost too deep inside of you. You could feel the bruising already forming as you gripped the bed sheets, unable to hold onto the tank fucking you.

Findlay lifts your hips and slams into you once more, watching the way your face contorts in pleasure as he hits your cervix with the head of his cock. The pain and pleasure mingling into one as he keeps going.

"Fin- P-Please.." You can barely manage to get the sentence out before the tank comes down and presses his lips against yours. Hungry and wanting. His tongue flicks against yours, teeth then sinking into your bottom lip as he continues his assault on your cunt.

One hand finally lets go of your hip, the relief flooding through before another roll of pleasure rocks your body. His fingers press and rub gentle circles over your already sensitive clit as you moan into his mouth. Tilting your head away for air, you gasp and writhe underneath him.

"Look at ya." He coos softly, though his movements are anything of the sort.

He pulls his hips back slowly, watching as you catch your breath before he snaps his hips back once, then twice, enjoying the way you scream for him.

He removes his other hand and snakes it under your back, pulling you flush against his chest. You're hot, slick with sweat. Hands scramble to hold onto his shoulders, nails scratching against his back as your second orgasm snaps. Your teeth sink into his neck which causes the tank to growl as he slowly pulls his hand from your sensitive bundle of nerves before chasing his own high.

He presses you into the mattress, his cock continuously hitting your cervix until his thrusts start to become sloppy. With one final thrust, he buries himself inside of you as thick ropes of cum paint your insides. His head nuzzles into the crook of your neck as he sucks another hickey into your skin.

Panting and sweating, he peels himself from you but there's that glint in his eyes as he pulls his hips back and pushing back inside of you, slowly starting a gentle rhythm.

He's not quite done yet.

—

KOFI

[kaylasficrecs]

spencer reid recs - part 3

close to home | imagine, fluffy flangst | @reidrum

not expecting you to leave | imagine, flangst | @gublernatural

what he knows | imagine, flangst, comfort | @luveline

guilt ridden | imagine, flangst | deactivated blog

don't think i don't like you | one shot, fluff | @luveline

criminally hot | imagine, flangst | @kisses4reid

safe | one shot, flangst | @rynbutt

you know the killer doesn't understand | one shot, angst | @nereidprinc3ss

protect you | imagine, flangst | @spencerlicious

meant to be yours... | imagine, flangst (more fluff) | @lostbo0

choose me, love me | imagine, flangst | @cookiescribble

healing hands | imagine, fluff, comfort | @mistiell

castling | imagine, flangst | @reidrum

not her | one shot, flangst | @reidmarieprentiss

playing with spencer's hair | drabble, fluff | deactivated blog

emergency contact | one shot, flangst | @vanteguccir

falling behind | imagine, fluff | @catssluvr

bracelet | drabble, fluff | @fushigurosluvr

home | one shot, flangst | @auroralwriting

where we were meant to be | one shot, flangst | @reidmarieprentiss

you start to grow worried | imagine, flangst, comfort | deactivated blog

kiss, kiss, fall in love | imagine, fluff | @rumplereids

hearts aligned | imagine, fluff | @raekensluver

your wife, huh? | drabble, fluff | @julssreidd

something better | imagine, angst | @reidmarieprentiss

doodles | imagine, fluff | @catssluvr

kisses his forehead | imagine, fluff | @luveline

now i have to act like i can't read your mind | imagine, flangst | @pathologicalreid (tw)

movie night cuddles | drabble, fluff | deactivated blog

closet confessions | imagine, fluff | @smurphyse

actress' savior | one shot, flangst | @piastappies

i wish i knew you wanted me | imagine, fluff (slight angst) | @irndad

heart-stopping | imagine, fluffy flangst | @dr-spencer-reids-queen

in omnia paratus | one shot, flangst (more fluff) | @street-smarts00

convenient | series | @kisses4reid

post it note | imagine, fluff | deactiavted blog

always, i'll wait | imagine, flangst, comfort | @pathologicalreid (tw)

burn notice | imagine, angst (slight fluff) | @pathologicalreid

angel pt 2 | two shot, angst | @reidmoony-toast

touchy when drunk | imagine, fluff | @moonstruckme

hazardous materials | imagine, fluff | @pathologicalreid

nurse!reader | imagine, fluff | @luveline

touch starved | imagine, fluff | @foxy-eva

losing you | imagine, flangst | @pathologicalreid

blackout | imagine, fluff | @gghostwriter

wanted: a gentleman | series | @gghostwriter

one single thread of gold | one shot, fluff | @gghostwriter

how dare you think it's romantic... | one shot, flangst | @reidrum

encourages them to go for it | imagine, fluff | @tinyluvs

the first time spencer gets jealous | imagine, fluff | @mggslover

[unwashedunsatisfiedmeowmeow]

fanboy!Noah x idol!MC

"My personal hater" visual novel AU in which Noah is your most loyal fan.

(art by me)

So imagine that you're a popular idol who got famous not so long ago. You've been working towards this goal of yours for quite a time before you were finally aknowleged by the masses. You're very grateful for that and now you're using this popularity by working even harder! You make music after music after clip after clip and so on...

Eventually you grow tired. It was a matter of time when this will happen and deep down you knew that will happen sooner or later... But it appeared in such a problematic time. Live concerts, shooting music videos for your released songs as well as recording new songs to keep the fans "well fed"... To say that you were fucked in the ass by work (metaphorically) would be an underestimation at this point.

Despite having a big crew of professionals from different fields managing a lot of the tasks for you - it's still not enough to make you breathe out with ease. You're always on the verge of crashing out and running away for good. Things have gotten so bad that you start to regret becoming an idol - the only dream job you once thought was right for you.

One day you go back home as usual from a long day of work. You enter an elevator with a person in it without even looking at who it was. You didn't give a fuck at this point. And of course you looked like a mess. Not that cheerful and cute bbg you pretend to be for your hungry fans.

It was plain oversized clothes, medical mask, greasy hair and a tired look you had. You were spacing out and ready to sleep in that damn elevator as usual.

What an irony that the guy who was obviously your fan - wasn't noticed by you. But he on the other hand - recognized you right away, even if you didn't look your best. However instead of talking to you, Noah just stood there dumbfounded. His idol, the one he supported from the very start was in the same elevator as him!!!

"HOLY SHIT!!! FUCK, IS IT REALLY MC?! OH MY GOOOODDD!!!"

He is legit your first fan ever. He supported you with evverything he could support you with. Words of encouragement, binge listening to all your songs on repeat. He was even creating new accounts for that reason alone, so the platform you're releasing your songs in will promote them to other people. He also donated you fat coins whenever you decided to stream and to talk to your fans. Noah was the first one to buy all of your merch and wearing it (if it was possible).

Basically he was and still is your one and only true fan. He doesn't mind being called a simp by his friends and close ones either. After all, your music saved his life when he was really depressed and was planning on committing suicide. You will always be his cute little angel whether you like it or not.

Back to the elevator scene though:

Noah's breath hitched and he couldn't look away from you. For the first time in his life he saw you in real life! AND IT WAS ALONE IN THE ELEVATOR WITH HIM! Not in the fan meeting like he thought it would happen too?!

"It has to be fate. We're meant for each other! I knew we will meet sooner or later MC~"

Although he was itching to just tap your shoulder, feeling a little bit of your body and ask for an autograph with selfie, but he behaved himself. Why? Because Noah knows where you live now. It would be wasteful, to throw the chance of pretending to meet you naturally just for these temporary things.

He will save these requests of his for later, when you will be deep into the relationship with him.

Thanks for reading my AU drabble of Noah fanboy! Bye!

[ghoulphile]

run rabbit run | c.h/the ghoul

➥ pairing | cooper howard/the ghoul x f!reader ➥ word count | 869 ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; rough, mildly dubious consent (kinda?), dom!coop, bareback, cum play, degradation kink, biting, pet names (bunny), man-handling, doggystyle, drabble, coop's gotta fuck you full so the ferals can't smell you ➥ summary | "the drabble thing HNNNGH think about coop calling you bunny from the start bc he clocked that you were always a down for it and you not getting it until he after you fuck for the first time" ➥ notes | do not look @ me rn 🫣 i feel like i've exposed myself too much lol masterlist | feel free to send in thots, questions, requests! | feedback is always appreciated ❤️

He found the rabbit among endless dunes of rock and rubble; a frightened, jumpy little beast that required a firm hand to tame, and an even steadier one to control.

And while it would’ve been easier to dump ‘em at Super Duper Mart -- get his caps worth, pounds of flesh for vials of chem -- he took a shine. Now, what exactly it is about you that captured his attention so thoroughly, he can’t be sure (though he could hazard a few guesses).

What he does know is this: if it wasn’t for him, you’d have been killed a million times over by raiders, fiends, and ferals alike. Always finding your way into trouble as soon as his back is turned.

Like now.

So if he’s a little rough with you, it’s only because he had to haul ass half-way across the flooded district when he heard you scream.

Nevermind the hard lurch of his heart, the sensation of his stomach droppin’ to his feet. You were supposed to be safe, holed up in the building he cleared yesterday.

Surprise, surprise; you decided to go poking where you shouldn’t, and now he’s gotta rescue your dumb ass. Skidded around a bombed out building only to find you fighting off a small pack of ferals, their rotted hands scratching at your arms and their teeth gnashing at your face.

Goddamn it.

Same shit, different day.

“What did I fuckin’ say?” he snarls, chapped lips pressed tight against your ear as sharp hip bones rut into the softness of your ass. “You’re dumber than shit sometimes.”

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t - hhahh, slow down - didn’t mean to cause trouble.” Your hands scramble for purchase, nail beds aching from how hard you’re digging at the dirt.

Shoved onto the ground, pants sagging around your thighs as a stray rock digs into your cheek, scraping up the tender skin. “Won’t do it again, I promise.”

The Ghoul snorts, delivers a stinging nip to the tip of your ear. Your reedy whine soothes some of the agitation but he’s still bristling, aggression threaded through with tendrils of panic he refuses to acknowledge.

“I highly doubt that.”

You hiccup, knees spreading wide as your back dips - trying to get away, to get closer.

The fat head of his cock keeps hitting your cervix with every stroke, little fissions of pain kissed pleasure racketing up your spine as he stretches you past your limits and fucks you open.

Your gummy walls swollen and raw from the constant friction of his shaft, the rad burns scraping your insides up. Clit aching and so wet you’re dripping, a damp patch of earth beneath you.

“No, promise I’ll be good!” You pant, the scent of sunbaked soil and stagnant water heavy in your nose. “Please, please, please.”

Everything aches, limbs sore from your tussle and pride bruised as sweat dapples your brow, sticks the fine baby hairs to the back of your neck.

A hand clamps down on your hip so hard bones grind, yanking you back into every punishing thrust. Heavy balls smack against your clit on the in-stroke, stoking the embers of your desire. Your toes curl in your boots.

“I’ll believe it when I see it, bunny.” The Ghoul grabs your elbow with his free hand, tugging you up into his chest so his chin hooks over your shoulder, breath puffing along the side of your cheek. “You just don’ know when ta learn. So I’m gonna have’ta teach you. An’ I’ll do it as many times as it takes, you hear?”

You sniffle, nuzzling the back of your head against his face. “I mean it,” you say. “I’m sorry… I didn’t know there’d be any ferals around. Was just trying to find some more food.”

Groaning, his hips kick forward in a softer grind, still so deep you feel him in your stomach - pussy filled to the brim with cock - but not as harsh as before. As close as you’ll get to an apology until he’s done.

“This is your fault - you got ‘em all riled. Now, we gotta make you smell like me so take your punishment like a good bunny 'fore I decide ta eat you instead.”

And you do, letting him rut into you until he’s satisfied, aching and so swollen by the end of it that he has to bully his way in with every thrust, your pussy clamping down and milking him for all he’s worth.

When he finally does pump you full, you’re dumb and dripping. Limp limbed and sagging into the ground - only held up by the cage of his arms. Thighs shaking and clit pulsing in time with your heartbeat as he wrings every last bit of pleasure out of you.

“Sometimes,” he says, sitting back on his heels to watch as his cum oozes out of you in a sticky rush, dripping down your folds, “I think dumb bunnies like you are only good fer one thing.”

You whine when his thumb whispers over your clit, caressing your folds as he gathers up his spend. Gently fucks it back into you with shallow thrusts of his fingers. 

“But that’s all right, I like ‘em a lil dumb.”

[marvelousazula]

for the word prompt: beach!

thanks for turning anon available btw 😭😭

-Leocchisart

Thanks for the prompt! (I noticed I should leave anon on if I ask for prompts)

Katara likes warmth, she likes the sun, she likes it all very much, thank you. So she makes visiting Ember Island a yearly tradition, for no reason other than because she likes tropical summers. Yes, yes, nothing else. No surprisingly charming Firebender involved in her desire to come here.

It's a full moon night, there's a pleasant breeze across the small, private beach. It's quiet, the sea is quite calm in the strip of land that belong to the Firelords. The moon's so bright she can see everything. It's not as bright as the plumes of blue flames that keep bringing Katara's attention back to the Firebender.

Should the sight be this glorious?

Without Ozai there to ruin everything, it's so, so easy to fall in love with Azula. Smart, strong, brave and loyal, aren't those honorable traits? It helps that she's beautiful under the moonlight, glowing blue and with her eyes closed.

Katara loves warm, bright things. Like the sun, like dragonfire, like Azula.

[cokou]

Did you guys know im actually still at punk hazard☹️☹️😭😭 i swear all these kjowledge i know about the characters are mostly SPOILERSSS😭😭 But still feel free to literally request anyone, atp i know anyone because of how much spoiler there is HAHA. (i can't escape)