#how else can i tag this Let ke know

[eebie]

ok so im reading lilling stalking out of pure curiosity Because my friends at school talk about it enough N i have some takeaways 1 there is no doubt in my mind That there is a ton of fansrf of Yoonbum pregnant with thise childbearing hips 2 that sangwoo guy 100% wanted to bang his mom 3. tjere are some really good reactiom images in there because goddamn this artist is super skilled at drawing expressions 4 Sangwoo’s haircut is hideous like scrat found his nut up there and never left and 5. this panel is fucking insane

[tragedy-of-commons]

when somebody needs you (+ baklava)

kaveh & gn!reader | wc: ~1.5k

In a much-needed moment of respite, you and Kaveh both learn not to give so much in the pursuit of others' happiness.

tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, mild angst, written platonically but can be interpreted as romantic, description of disassociation (reader), and nail-picking (kaveh)

notes: n/a

A voice calls your name, dangerously soft.

You want to snap out of the stupor you’re stuck in, but white noise rings in your ears. It threatens to drown out the singsong of daily life as the seconds tick by. Maybe you didn’t even hear it at all, because the sunlight feels fake upon your skin, and the line between reality and the pit of your mind blurs further.

Your name again, louder. Ah, well, no excuse now - do something.

“Hm?” you hum. A small part of you realizes that you’ve been staring at the same market stall for at least an hour, but it’s easier to remain transfixed on an inconsequential target than your own thoughts.

“I asked if you’re alright,” they place a hand on your shoulder and squeeze. “Ahem, that brute stole my ke–uh, something important of mine again. I was heading back here to kill time, but you’re still in the same spot as when I first saw you.”

Kaveh. His hand is on your shoulder, and you can picture his brow furrowed in concern that you don’t deserve. You take a deep breath.

“Yes. I’m alright.” You don’t dare face him.

The silence that follows your lie is comforting. However, the architect must not agree. Kaveh finds his words after a too-long pause. “..In that case, could I sit with you? It’s beautiful out today.”

You nod mechanically, and a blur of blond and white settles in your peripherals.

“You know,” he starts, and you strain to hear him. “I haven’t seen you around much lately. If there’s something you want to talk about, I can listen. We could get lunch,” he offers kindly.

You wrench your head to the side to take a good look at your friend. He’s breathtaking, and it’s almost criminal that he doesn’t realize it. He’s looking at you with his bleeding heart on display, and you know that he knows. He must, right?

“With what mora?” you joke. Kaveh lights up like he just won the lottery when you bloom at his behest. “Why, Alhaitham’s, of course.”

That’s right; he’s more inclined to let go of his pride when you’re around. One usually can’t waterboard his living situation or reliance upon his roommate out of him. It’s not that he’s arrogant, you think, but that he has to shed his Light of Kshahrewar persona - and you’re grateful for the privilege. He certainly deserves a reprieve, even if it’s better spent with someone else.

“And that wouldn’t be too much trouble?” “Nonsense, don’t be silly. I could also use your opinion on some of my revisions,” his bravado softens. “I’d love your company.” 

He’d love your company. It’s dangerous for him to say things like that - sweet conjectures that haul you to your feet and make you agree to spend the afternoon with him. 

Walking down Treasures Street with Kaveh is a familiar activity, sure, but this time he’s merciful enough not to comment on your sluggish movements or lackluster replies, when you’re usually matching his intellectual wit head-on. Another thing you owe him.

“Something sweet is a must,” he mutters, holding the door of Puspa Café open for you. “What do you think? Baklava?”

On second thought, maybe you’ll save your debilitating guilt for after dessert.

When Kaveh’s teeth are sufficiently sticky, there still has been no heart-to-heart therapeutic conversation. Something awful gnaws at him when you stare blankly down at your portion. So, he talks at you like you’re a client, even if it feels wrong. You’re his friend, someone who has seen him at his worst - and he finds himself lacking the right words to get you to open up. As he rambles about his recent projects, his work on Mehrak, and the trips he’s taken to the desert, he’s reminded of how little you’ve talked about yourself period.

He can preach about tact to his roommate all he likes, but this is a contender for one of his more humbling experiences. How many times have you wanted to leave early before this, but you were too wonderful to say anything? How many hours of your life has he wasted by making everything all about him? 

Inviting you here was supposed to be an attempt at listening to you for once, and he– You snap in front of his face. “Hey. You’re not making any sense.” “Oh! Sorry, I must have gotten caught up in my thoughts,” he chuckles sheepishly. “I know the feeling. Also,” you rap against the table near his lounging hand, one of his restless index fingers picking at the adjacent thumb’s cuticle. “You’re messing with your nails again. Something on your mind?” His heart is about to overflow whether he likes it or not. “I want to help.” You blink twice, eyes now glossy. Since when did you perk up? “You are helping.” “I’ve been rambling this whole time–” “–And I’ve been listening,” You cross your arms over your chest matter-of-factly, now chuckling. “Clearly you haven’t, because in the latter half of that spiel, you started reciting shitty poetry instead of whatever filler you had prepped.” The soft expression he wore morphs into abject horror. “I did not.” You’re grinning evilly, and it’s beautiful. Oh Archons, he did. However, had he known making a fool of himself frees you of your pain that you guard sacred, he would have screamed purple prose from the rooftops like a madman at the earliest opportunity. “That aside, what I’m trying to say is.. you are helping, Kaveh. Dragging me here, away from all the noise, and keeping me company means a lot.” The mist haunting your visage has been warded off, accidental soliloquy aside. “I’m sorry for not being upfront about my situation.” “I know the feeling,” he parrots. The scope of his empathy extends to everyone, himself be damned, but it shouldn’t have taken this long to realize what’s been festering in plain sight. “No apologies. Please allow me to lend an ear, even if I’ve been difficult about it myself. I insist.”

A sip of cold, neglected coffee can’t taste too good. You tough it out and then nod stiffly. Details emerge cautiously, muddled by hesitancy and exhaustion, but he listens with rapt attention. Kaveh feels closer than a seat away from you, backing you with all the support he can muster - and when you choke up in front of him for the first time, he swears that he’ll make sure you feel safe enough to do so more often, starting with Baklava pick-me-ups every week.

Regrettably, the world moves on. Tabs are settled, the tear tracks on your cheeks dry, and the sun begins to set, casting the district in a citrinous orange. Though your mind is clearer than it has been in days, there’s still a niggling urgency as you walk your friend back to his Not-Home.

You’re not alright. You’re not alright, and Kaveh knows more than you ever planned to tell him, but at least there’s comfort in the fact that he’s the exact same way. He never planned to tell you about his mother, or the monumental regrets he’d do anything to put to bed. When he let you in, you should have made yourself at home also. Now there is no idle chatter. You pick up the torch. “I like when you talk. Just because you felt like it wasn’t helping me is no reason to go all quiet on me now,” you nudge him with your elbow. Carmine eyes narrow in suspicion. “B-But I literally ‘recited shitty poetry’ when I was–” “Oh, about that..” Kaveh’s strides stretch wider, his many accessories bouncing in pursuit of a space safe from your teasing. A playful scoff. “..I’m never living that down, am I?” “If you don’t want your experimental free verse plastered on the nearest message board, I’ll be expecting a bribe prepared by next Wednesday.” You think the architect is endeared enough by your noticeable uplift in spirit to let it slide. You love him very much, and he must love you too. “Extortion is a serious crime,” he slows down, taking it like a champ. “But it’s a deal. We could meet again then, same spot? I’ll have ample time in the late afternoon.” It hurts to swallow. “Yeah. We could.. talk.” His head eagerly swivels towards you, one hair clip almost dislodging. There’s no missing the glimmer of hope present in each almost imperceptible warp of his features. Alhaitham’s house looms in the distance. “About what’s on your mind?” he hopes. “Yes,” you make yourself say it. “And yours too. Then the revisions you’ve agonized over the last two months.” Kaveh releases the breath he was holding, unabashed in his smiling now. “It’s a promise then.” Such a promise with your best friend is something you’ll try to stop feeling guilty about. As you watch him break from your side onto the porch of his temporary residence (and pound on the door irately), you believe that it will get easier. After all, who else will buy you dessert?

[bphantom01]

ARC V MONTH DAY 18 - D/D/D - Different Dimension Day

A kind-of manga-inspired AU (but not rlly? Idrk) Just a lil over 800 words.

A/N: HEADS UP i haven't read all of the manga (literally like only some chapters in, and I forgot reading abt it for a long time. Yeah I should go finish reading that soon… (from what I've heard, excluding that one scene, its good anyway. And it did pique my interest for a bit).

And bc of that, this doesn't take place in any part of the Manga (& only contains some elements from it if ud even count em) so its literally an AU. Also, Yuya & Yuzu aren't here. Let's say they're just sleeping somewhere in their head for this one.

This is kinda inspired by this post & one of @/tetsuya04's (not sure if I should tag u :,)) recent b-girls in the manga art!

Relationships: Light Yuto/Ruri, everything else is platonic (I'm getting bored of writing that lol...)

Warnings: exactly two ‘shit’ words i think

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‘Over there, Ruri,’ a voice whispered into her mind. ‘That's him, right? Or at least the brother of the guy—the one we knew traveled from the past to this timeline, like us.’

‘Yes, Rin. That's him alright,’ Ruri thought back, peering at a certain boy from the corner of the small bar she was in.

‘Oh good, we finally got him,’ another voice whispered within her mind. ‘One of those Sakakis… Quick, we should get that USB from him while he's just sitting there.’

Ruri sighed. Serena, impatient as usual. ‘Yes, yes. I'm going.’

She stepped out of the shadows unnoticed.

—

‘But Yuri,’ Yuto thought as he drank some chocolate milk. ‘We're doing this for Yuya, remember…? It's for his sake.’

Things have been a bit complicated recently for Yuto and his brothers… And there was the possibility of Yuya knowing the truth and getting caught by Reiji…

Somebody accidentally fell onto him, making him spit some of the chocolate out.

He looked at the floor to see who it was, but he couldn't make out who they were as they sported a midnight blue cloak.

“Ahh, sorry…” The person apologized, kneeling to try and regain themself. By the tone of voice though, he made out that the person was female. “My mind has not been functioning correctly recently… and maybe I had a little too much drinks.”

Yuto smiled at them. “That's alright, ma'am. Do you need help?”

“Oh no, I'm alright. Thank you, though.”

When the person got up, Yuto saw some purple strands of hair spill from the hood of their cloak.

And when the person looked down on him, he was met with the most gorgeous pink eyes he's seen.

Something about them rang a bell in Yuto's heart and mind, almost enough to make him fully remember a memory…

A certain, small memory from a long time ago, one that seemed to be felt with joy and laughter.

It's been a long time since he's recalled something like that that didn't include his brothers.

‘Yuto-nii?’ Yugo called. ‘Why're you frozen? Are you okay?'

‘I'm fine, Yugo.’ “Well then ma'am, suit yourself. Be careful next time.”

“Will do.”

Another chord was struck.

That voice… He hadn't noticed it before, but it was… Familiar.

‘Hey guys… Does that person look familiar to you? And her voice, too?'

‘Well, it certainly made me feel something…’ Yugo mused, his metaphysical self seen only by Yuto and the rest of the brothers observing the woman with wild interest.

‘Yes, I agree with Yugo here. She sure does ring a bell, at least for me, too,’ Yuri agreed. That person sure caught their interest, and in an unusual manner, too.

Yuto decided to try and see who it was. He got up. “Excuse me, ma'am, but can you—’

‘Do you mind me asking about your name?’ Yuri interrupted. ‘Sheesh, know how to be polite, brother.’

“—do you mind me asking about your name?” Yuto quickly corrected, as even if it wasn't necessary, Yuri would continue to insist anyway.

“I do, actually,” she responded, although rather gloomily. “Why'd you want to know my name?”

With the other person, voices raced in her head.

‘Ruri!’

‘Oh come on, there you go again, falling for his charms.’

‘Says the one who keeps teasing her for crushing on him in the first place.’

‘Oh shut up, Rin. And that was years ago.’

‘Girls! Stop it,’ Ruri interfered. ‘I'll try my best… Gee…’

“Just out of curiosity,” Yuto shrugged.

Ruri looked down. “My name…” She paused.

‘Ohhh no…’ Rin said, clearly unamused. ‘Don't—’

“Ruri. Ruri Kurosaki.”

‘Ah, shit. Get ready for the chase.’

That was all it took for Yuto.

Suddenly, it was like a locked chest had suddenly been opened in his mind, causing a plethora of memories to rush their way into his—and his brothers’—brain.

‘What is all this!?’ Yugo exclaimed.

‘Memories, Yugo…’ Yuri clarified, also amazed at the sudden remembering. ‘Memories hidden and abandoned, left to decay and be forgotten because of the mission we set for ourselves to get Yuya out of this mess.’

“Ruri…” Yuto muttered.

If he recalled correctly, he was the sister of a dear old best friend of his, someone named Shun Kurosaki.

And also… His long lost crush. Her… Occasionally, he does think of her and her family… But to see her in person…

“Well, I'm off now,” Ruri nodded, pulling the hood of her cloak to her face, “...Yuto.” She walked to the other side of the bar, where another door was.

She knew his name!

‘Wait, if they're here too...Yuto, the USB, is it still there?’ Yugo asked, floating around him in search of it.

Yuto himself checked his pockets, but the USB wasn't anywhere in them. “Oh, shit…!”

He then looked at Ruri. “Wait, Ruri, how-how'd you get here!? And the USB—”

But before she could answer, she had already left the room.

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Ending A/N: uhhh i wanted to post this on manga day but decided eh and posted it now.

Now this is just and idea, but I'm thinking of idk maybe writing one one day (don't hope on this too much ill prolly give up on the thing) myself? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ def with more emotion, influence of backstory, & other plot-related things when I may plan the thing.

But if someone else wud/cud do it, I might (emphasis on might) give it a read ;))

[the-rainbow-overflow]

((Wifi was out so I typed out a thing on my phone. Tried to tag any possible triggers, so check those first. Enjoy))

Hands guiding hands

Characters: Regali Dumali, Viroxa Galrix, unnamed burgundy patient

Summary: An assistant and her boss have a brief talk about the yule ball during work.

Disclaimer: Dark themes, which is a given when involving Viroxa. I've done my best to tag anything that might be an immediate trigger, please let me know if you can think of anything else that should be here.

"-i∆ just don't t∆ke no for ∆n ∆nswer, do i∆ doc?"

"As far as I'm aware, I've yet to hear one." The clink of something metal being sat down on the medical tray causes an involuntary flinch in the jester, though small.

Regali was currently in the doorway to her host and boss's personal operating room. Leaned against the metal frame, she faced away from the ongoing surgical procedure, eyes closed.

She hated operation nights. Usually she'd take the time to be out if the hive for a few hours. Just to be away. Unfortunately, Viroxa had insisted on having a chat this early night.

The scrape of metal against metal as another tool is picked up causes her to squeeze them shut tighter. "You've disparaged the idea plenty, but you've yet to deny your intention to attend." Viroxa replies without tearing his eyes from his work.

"Ok. I'm not goin, gl∆d we h∆d this t∆lk. I'll see i∆ ∆t dinn-"

"Regali." It was a single word. Drenched in such a honey sweet tone. So lacking in ill will or mal -intent. And yet, it stopped her in her tracks as she attempted to step away from the cerulean and his place of work. "Come over here a moment, moonlight. If you please."

"... Doc, I don't-"

"It'll only be a moment." There's no change in tone. No urgency in the way he interrupts. His manner of speaking was warm and hospitable, yet... empty. Sterile. Artificial. A familiar cold travels up her spine. "My clamps seem to have misplaced themselves. I need your hands a moment."

"Doc... Iou know how I feel ∆round-."

"I do. And I hate to ask so much of you, moonlight. But I simply cannot do this without aid, I'm afraid. I know I can trust no one else with the task of helping, but my ever faithful assistant." Regali shifts a bit from foot to foot in uncertainty, until that tooth rottingly sugary tone adds. "Please?"

"... Just... With one small moment?"

"Five minutes tops. I promise."

She lets out a shaky exhale and nods to no one in particular as she turns in place. Slowly, her eyes force their way open to view the floor beneath her feet. Her gaze holds steady with each step, even as she feels the goosebumps along across her skin.

A pair of shoes eventually come into view. A pair of legs cloaked in slacks and a surgical apron sprout up from them. As a waist comes into view, she stops, closing her eyes again as the pounding of her heart in her ears begins to overwhelm. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. You can do it. Just don't think about it. Just don't... Don't think.

"-Regali."

"H-wh∆t?"

"Gloves, moonlight. Can't have contamination of the patient's body. It's a health risk. There's a box on your left."

"Right.. right." She allows her gaze to drift to the left. Immediately they meet a quartet of wheels. They trace up the metal legs to the indented top of the cart. A box of opened surgical gloves lay crooked at its center, next to a box of masks. Steeling her nerves, she reaches over to pick up the first box. Immediately she nearly drops it as something thuds against the table to her front.

"Sorry about that. You know how they can be. Ever impatient. How're those gloves coming along?"

"I-i've gottem. I've gottem." She clears her throat as she quickly pulls out a pair to slide her hands into. For good measure, she grabs a mask as well, pulling it on quick before stepping forward to the doctor's side. To the floor her eyes returned, shoulders raised as her heart started thumping again.

"You're tense." He states.

"I'm fine, doc." She refutes. This is disproven easily as she senses his movement, and two hands gently take her wrists.

"It's alright, moonlight. Just take a breath like I showed you before. In and out. I'll guide you through everything. You know I'm always here to aid you." She nods again, closing her eyes as she does what he instructs. She can feel him step behind her as his hands moved from her wrists to her hands proper. His hands were warm, but sickeningly wet.

She willed herself not to think about it. Instead her mind drifted to him. To the closeness. The way he enveloped her in an almost hug as he moves her hands forward.

She does not think about the way her hands rose and fell against something as they were pressed firm into a warm shape.

She distracts herself with the sounds of his voice, calmly whispering encouragement.

She does not hear the breathing.

She leans into him. Taking solace in the intimacy. The scent of lilacs is strong from his cologne, even now.

It buries the distinct smell of iron.

"Why don't you sing anymore?"

"E-excuse me?" The question was so out of left field that it threw her mind from its track.

"You used to sing more when you first moved in. I remember how much you adored your little improvesed rhymes."

"I uh.. they were grubbrish. Nev§ did get very good ∆t them."

"Nonsense. I quite enjoyed them."

"Iour just s∆in th∆t."

"Of course I'm not. I did enjoy them. Especially, since it seemed you did."

"i.. suppose. It w∆s just.. something th∆t c∆me n∆tur∆lly when I was feelin ∆ll done up with nerves. ∆ w∆i to rel∆x I guess."

"Could you sing one for me?"

"Wh-, now? Doc-"

"Please? Just this once, Moonlight." He pleads, a somber, plea-full note slipping into his voice. She could feel her face grow a little warmer.

"I... Just one. It won't be veri good, I've heen outt∆ pr∆ctice for ∆ while now."

"You'll do wonderful. You've never disappointed me before. You haven't yet, after all. Not that I'd expect anything less from my perfect performer. And perfect is what you are, aren't you? " For some reason, the jester felt... Uneasy. Her stomach tying itself up in knots as she nods along.

"R-right. Perfect. One of ∆ kind, even."

"... That's what I thought too." He replies with a tone that practically projected his toothy grin into her mind. "Go on then. Perform your best for me."

She takes a hesitant breath, clearing her throat... She attempts to block out the thumping of her pulse. The heat of the overheat lamp upon her skin. Just one song. You can do it. You're a performer. She opens her mouth... And fills the room with nothing. Just the barely audible hum of florescent lights; the buzzing and beeps of various machines accompanying them in their inanimate choir. She swallows as she resists the urge to wipe away the sweat upon her brow.

"Having trouble?" The words were needles by the hundred across her back.

"No! No I-Just... Y∆ know. Low muse is ∆ll. C∆n't just pull ∆ hit outt∆ nowhere." She excuses through labored breaths. The thump of her heart was killing her head. So obnoxious and loud.

"Ah, I see. It is a pity. Perhaps another time then. It is a little disappointing though."

"heh, d-dis∆ppointing? I-I wouldn't s∆i th∆t, I just need ∆ little time-"

"It's fine, moonlight. I expected too much from you. Putting you on the spot like that. Don't worry about it. As for the ball. You don't have to go if you don't wish to. I simply thought having someone with me who properly understood the... Culture, surrounding the whimsical and comedic arts would be nice. Someone who prides themself on their identity such as yourself, I figured you a prime candidate. If you're not up for it however, I understand completely. I can always find someone else to accompany me-"

"I'll go!" The words left her mouth before she could even process them.

"Really? Are you certain? You seemed so against the idea."

"I changed mi mind. You convinced me. Someone of my high talent and knowledge isn't something you come ∆cross ∆ni d∆i. Couldn't trust ∆ni of the dime ∆ dozen low class ∆cts to provide ∆ proper cultur∆l introduction. I'm ∆n inv∆luable guide. Irrepl∆ce∆ble even. I h∆ve to go." She replies quickly, breath shaking and gripping the table in front of her. Her palms sweaty in the blue latex that encased them. There's a pause...

And then a chuckle. A quiet, almost timid giggle that grows into an amused chuckle.

"Irreplaceable... That I suppose you are. It seems you've made the choice for me then. You can accompany me as my plus one."

"G-great!... Great."

"And there we are." She feels his presence pull away from her and in his wake is... Cold. "I can handle the rest from here, moonlight. You're free to go. Spend the rest of the night as you wish. The rubbish bin for your gloves is on your right." Her gloves? Her eyes open again upon two gloved hands, soaked in burgundy. Already beginning to desaturate in the areas it was thinnest. She forces herself to swallow the lump in her throat as she quickly peels them off, careful not to get any of it on her hands. As she turns to her right to discard them, her eyes catch sight of a small cooler upon the table. Just in time for the doctor to pop it open. A cold mist rises from it as the open air met freezing temperatures.

She turned away immediately. Discarding her gloves and discretely making a hurried exit. She closes the door behind her and pressed back against it, attempting to collect her thoughts. She felt like she needed to vomit, but she didn't dare. Not here in the hall. Especially not with this mask on.

She just needed to get back to her room. Don't think about it, just... Just go to bed. She tells herself this on repeat with every step. The distance didn't seem to help. Every step felt heavy. Every thud against the floor brought her back that half second glance. The pounding pulse in her head given imaginary form. An echoed, rhythmic beat from beyond the hall door that just got louder the further she moved.

Slowly she manages to pull herself into her room, throwing the door closed. And all at once. Silence. Her head clear, her body light. She sinks down against the wall, curling into herself.

She didn't humor herself with the question of "what now." There was only one thing to do. Time to prepare. The yule ball was upon her.

[unforth]

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My five year old just said "don't they know lava is good? It makes new islands" while watching Moana and with a single sentence completely changed how I see a movie I've watched about a billion times.

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#4

Every time I see a "Wei Wuxian isn't morally gray!" post I kinda want to interpret it as "He's morally black!" Because the alternative is to believe that so fucking many of you read "Wei Wuxian forced Wen Chao to self-cannibalize his legs" and went "this is a morally white action because I like Wei Wuxian and I don't like Wen Chao and also Wen Chao was mean first" and like literally drive me to despair that I share a fandom with so many people who think that's completely okay because Wen Chao was a bad guy so any level of harm to him is justifiable.

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Saw a pic that reminded me of my favorite head-canon-i-forget-isnt-canon for TGCF.

Hua Cheng chose the San Lang form because that's how he wishes he looked when he first met Xie Lian. Like, Xie Lian is 17, a prince, an amazing martial artist, dressed in the finest robes in the kingdom of Xianle which specifically esteems luxe stuff. And fucking Hua Cheng has to meet him as a ratty little bandaged boy who just fell off a building. Way to fuck up the meet cute huh?

So when he gets a second third fourth look ive lost count okay chance to meet his idol he's had 800 years to imagine how he wishes it could have gone. And he ends up having two competing fantasies:

Fantasy 1: the suave mysterious stranger who sweeps Xie Lian off his feet and leaves him wanting more.

Fantasy 2: the sweet good-looking boy next door, about the same age, knowledgeable enough to impress this prince who's strengths are physical and social.

And Hua Cheng, being the extra ghost king he is, decides - ¿porque no los dos? - and enacts BOTH those fantasies.

(Something something not all eggs in one basket?)

And that's why San Lang Looks Like That.

905 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sometimes I think this is the darkest timeline and then I see the New York Times literally sharing Goncharov fanart

(art is credited to Elena Asofsky, no idea what their Tumblr name is, sorry. Article is here.)

...and I realize that the timeline can always get darker. (but it will never be as dark as the end of Goncharov, wtf was up with that?)

3,224 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

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Blog Rules:

Click [here] for Lusca's profile! (Now linked!)

Basic RP etiquette applies (be a decent person, don't godmod/control my muse unless we've discussed it beforehand, if either party says no to something then that means don't do it, etc).

Please let me know if I've broken one of your rules, made you uncomfortable, or anything else similar. RP is supposed to be fun, but I'm only human, and am not immune to making mistakes that I'd like to grow from.

I ask that you don't pressure for replies. If I haven't checked in for a week, you're more than welcome to nudge me through DMs or my discord if you have it. Life can be as fickle as inspiration, but I'm likely not ignoring you. Just stuck on something. This goes for any blog that I run.

There isn't a reply length requirement. I tend to paragraph or multiparagraph, but I try to match my partner(s)' length in replies as long as I've got the energy. Don't feel obligated to hand me a novel, because while absolutely appreciated and admired, I know how that can burn people out when forced, and that's the last thing I want.

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Click [here] for Baizhu's profile!

Basic RP etiquette applies (be a decent person, don't godmod/control my muse unless we've discussed it beforehand, if either party says no to something then that means don't do it, etc).

Please let me know if I've broken one of your rules, made you uncomfortable, or anything else similar. RP is supposed to be fun, but I'm only human, and am not immune to making mistakes that I'd like to grow from.

I ask that you don't pressure for replies. If I haven't checked in for a week, you're more than welcome to nudge me through DMs or my discord if you have it. Life can be as fickle as inspiration, but I'm likely not ignoring you. Just stuck on something. This goes for any blog that I run.

There isn't a reply length requirement. I tend to paragraph or multiparagraph, but I try to match my partner(s)' length in replies as long as I've got the energy. Don't feel obligated to hand me a novel, because while absolutely appreciated and admired, I know how that can burn people out when forced, and that's the last thing I want.

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[sonder-paradise]

Hi! If you don’t mind can I request (If you do these characters!) Dazai or Nikolai x GN Reader where reader usually likes the feeling of them laying or sitting on their lap?

Also please take care of yourself and have a good day/ afternoon / night and stay hydrated

— 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢

Adores the affection through the action. His favorite is laying on your lap soaking in the sweet sunshine.

Letting the delicate rays of either moon or sun glisten against your skin while you stroke his hair? He's absolutely smitten with you.

Is definitely not as verbal about wanting it as one would think. On more hyperactive and needy days, he's leading your hand onto his head while he rests on your lap.

On certain days he allows himself to nap in your embrace; softly inhaling and exhaling your sweet scent and dreaming of your smile.

But let's not forget the days when he's actively begging you to sit down so he can finally have a proper pillow.

"Are you done yet?"

"No, Dazai."

"What about now?"

"No, just give me five more minutes."

"That's what you said five minutes ago! Just sit down for a little, please."

It's really so you can run your fingers through his messy hair all while he melts under your touch.

Will in fact whine or complain until you sit your ass down and let him lay his head down on your thighs.

Probably cherishes your lap more than anything else on your body since he adores being pampered like a spoiled puppy.

— 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐥

So, so, so hyperactive about wanting to sit on your lap. He's more than happy to lay his head on your lap but sitting on it?? Nikolai is done and sold.

if you're smaller than him? no problem he's still gonna do it anyway and absolutely smother you.

Peppers your face with kisses and distracts you from all sorts of things. Honestly, he can't go a day without demanding to either sit on your lap or lay on it.

He plays with your hair while you work on whatever you need to. Would probably cling like a koala bear if he could.

Brags about how lovely and kind you are for allowing him to do such a thing.

"Y/n! Darling, are you busy?"

"Not too busy. Do you need help with something?"

"Just wanted to see what my Doll was up to~"

Plops himself right on you to recharge his internal battery while you ask about his day and whether or not you could rebraid his hair.

The position itself is rather possessive as he can pretty much say that you're just as much his as he is yours.

But, of course, he's certainly not opposed to having you sit on his lap either :D

— 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲

Now, this is an anomaly. Fyodor most likely isn't one to sit on your lap. Have you sat on his lap? Of course, feel free, Love. But him on yours? A little less likely.

Then again, he can't deny that the one time he lay his head on your lap it was rather nice.

You had to convince him rather heavily that evening. He wasn't quite sure what the concept was either. He just knew that he was supposed to lay his head on your... lap?

The second he allowed himself to relax, he felt so absolutely comfortable near you.

Play his hair and he's completely sold. Bend down a little to kiss his lips? Oh, he's doing this again for sure.

Never really asks after the first time. He just sees you sitting down and he plops his head down without a second word.

He hasn't taken a nap there just yet, but he does his best planning in that position regardless.

"Y/n, come here."

"What's the matter? You look tired."

"I am."

Peacefully straightforward with you, he just sits you down so he can lay down without another word to you.

You know how cats will just sleep on your leg or arm and you're nothing but a mere pillow to them? Yeah, exactly.

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Do The Fireworks Again Kitty

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: mentions of parent death (nothing graphic), anxiety/grief comfort, Loki being an absolute gentleman and sweetheart, friends to lovers, maybe a touch of angst (yelling, light swearing)

Word count: 3.2k (short i know)

A/N: for context this is written with the Loki from Thor 1, he’s so cute that I couldn’t resist, and after the firework trick in ep3 i lost my mind at the concept. This written for a reader who recently lost a parent, i hope it can bring some comfort, i really enjoyed writing it :)

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After your father had passed from a sickness, leaving you an orphan since your mother had passed when you were only a small child, Odin and Frigga had been longtime friends of theirs and took you in to live in the palace with their family. They attempted to keep your parents memory alive for you, dinners were full of their stories and time spent together, but you were persistent in your attempts to forget your parents even existed and the emptiness they left behind.

Today was Mother’s Day and it goes without saying that that was much harder to forget on a holiday that gave a constant reminder to the void you held within yourself for most of your life, you could feel it start to engulf you more and more with every passing moment you stood there by yourself in a hallway of the palace where you were to meet him.

Since living with the family you had grown quite close to the youngest son Loki, he didn’t tiptoe around you as if you were fragile like everyone else did, he treated you like a normal person. Your friendship was built on messing with Thor, the late night talks about Loki’s father or what little details you would reveal of your childhood, and the magic tricks he would show off after Frigga had taught him. You were inseparable, dependent on each other, so without him by your side you were losing your marbles in all honesty.

Sweaty hands did a swooshing motion as to send a constant breeze your way, a desperate attempt to self soothe as you began to feel the golden walls on either side of you start to close in, slightly gasping for air as if it had been knocked out of your lungs. Your mothers voice slowly creeping into your mind, you slid your back down the wall and rested your head on your knees, arms wrapped around yourself trying to rid what little memory you had of this day.

“I want my mommy” you could hear your younger self begging and it made your stomach twist, it sounded just like it had the day she passed. Trying to slow your breathing by counting was useless in this state, your thoughts always going back to the last time you had seen your mothers face, the way she said “i love you honey” to you. You looked up in the midst of your panic only to see that the sun was already starting to set, how long had you been sitting there?

You stared out the giant glass panes at the end of the hall and watched the sun go down, completely zoned out as you let all of the pain swallow you whole, that is until you were met with the sound of a familiar pair of footsteps and pulled from your thoughts. Loki. As he made his way around the corner you locked eyes making you consciously blink for the first time in what was probably hours, you felt tears run down your face and it’s only then that you noticed you’d been crying the whole time, it doesn’t go unnoticed by Loki who immediately makes his way over to comfort his girl.

“Y/n what happened? Why are you crying darling?” He asks only letting the faintest bit of panic seep through his voice, his hands coming up to rest on your cheeks, you immediately leaned into his touch for that comfort you had been craving for hours.

“Loki, what was today?” You asked just barely above a whisper, not even sure he had heard you.

“Mother’s-“ he cut himself as realization hit him like a bullet, he had abandoned his best friend on the one day she truly needed him to be there. The one time he knew that the dam you built to keep your grief in would crumble, and he wasn’t there. His heart ached for you as you sat before him, for the pain he had partially been responsible for.

“I’m so terribly sorry my love, I’m sorry I wasn’t here, I can’t believe it slipped my mind. Can i make it up to you? Can i help in any way?” He asked kissing your forehead and letting it linger, feeling you nod against his lips.

“Can we go to your room, i think I wanna talk about it for once” you let out weakly, lip trembling as more tears threatened to fall from your already swollen eyes and he gave you a small smile before pulling you to your feet and immediately into his arms. His limbs wrapped tightly around you, almost trying to hold your broken heart together. You happily accepted the notion and took this time to inhale his scent completely, only wanting to get lost in it.

“Do you forgive me? You definitely don’t have to, but i would like a bit of a heads up on whether or not i should hide anything you can stab me with” he said with a deep chuckle and you let out small laugh, music to his ears.

“All is forgiven Kitty” you retorted with a sly smile, knowing he was in no place to make a comment about the cutesy nickname you had used, the one he despised more than anything else.

Well, the one he pretended to at least. He would never admit the rush of emotions the nickname that would be otherwise nauseating gave him, but each and every time you said it, those three little forbidden words threatened to fall from his lips.

As he took your hand to lead you to his room he couldn’t help but smile down at you, only to find you already looking at him, causing a blush to spread across both of your cheeks. Shutting the door behind him when you reached his room you both went to sit on his bed, immediately falling into your typical position, him laying against the headboard with you sitting between his legs.

He let you talk to your hearts content, holding your hand and tracing shapes along your shoulder to keep you from getting overwhelmed as you went into detail about the last Mother’s Day you had spent with your mother. You talked a bit about your father, it seeming to phase you less, at least for the moment. When you felt that you had let out all that you could, you released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in, slumping back against Loki’s shoulder, body relaxing into him.

“Do you feel any better?” He asked kissing your cheek a few times, he wasn’t usually this touchy, not due to a lack of want but a fear of crossing the threshold he had forced himself to follow. You were in a lot of pain, it would be wrong of him to try and nurture a relationship on the corpse of your parents, he wanted you to have taken the time to mourn and come to terms with what was another big loss in your life before he confessed his dirty little secret. Loki had fallen in love with you. He knew it wasn’t right to use your grief as an excuse to touch you the way he always wanted, but he figured if it was also helping you then it couldn’t be that bad.

“Yeah, a bit, i just feel like I’m not drowning in it anymore y’know? Thank you for listening” you said with a small smile, Loki humming in understanding against your neck, sending shivers down your body. To anyone with working eyes the little details of your crush were obvious. You never let anyone other than Loki touch you, you were attached to his hip anytime it was possible, and you basically only spoke to him other than the small words you shared with Thor whenever he tried to extend an olive branch. The whole family had been very kind to you, but the rest of them just didn’t get you the way Loki could, he had never tried to shelter you, he only wanted to be a confidant for you. He had done it successfully as well, the only one to ever know how you truly felt at any given moment, there was deep and unspoken trust between you two who had been strangers only months earlier.

Loki sat the both of you up as he remembered how he planned to make today up to you, “While i was with Frigga she taught me something new, she said you’d like it, give me your hand” excitement clear in his voice. He took your hand and placed his on top, putting his focus into the spell before he opened his eyes to see you enthralled in the magic within his palm where small fireworks were shooting out, leaving a glow of changing colors against your face. Your big wide eyes full of joy for the first time that day,

“Loki! That’s amazing, how did she know i liked fireworks?” You asked as the smile spread across your lips.

“She remembered your mother telling her about how you were so excited when you found out Midgard had two holiday’s dedicated to them, she spent at least two hours making sure i could do it properly, they never see you smile like you do around me so she wanted to do the best she could to make it happen.” He explained, changing the colors of the little light show to fit his story as he told it.

“That’s very kind of her, I’ll make sure i tell her how much i loved it, because i do love it. Fireworks remind me of simpler times, happier times, how can you be upset in front of such beautiful lights? I feel bad for how much distance i keep from Frigga, she’s one of few people who knew me before my parent’s passing and i know she would never try to replace my mother, but i feel like if i let her in I’m betraying her memory” you shyly admitted, turning around to essentially straddle him, one of his hands immediately landing on your hips. You knew Frigga would never overstep but in some ways you felt that if you accepted the love she was offering then you’d become attached, only to lose her as well.

“I understand that love, and so does she, it’s why she gives you your space” Loki affirmed you, stopping the fireworks only to settle his hand against your cheek, gazing into your eyes, just barely allowing himself to get lost in them before continuing.

“I know you forgive me for today but I don’t quite forgive myself for letting you down” he said, guilt evident even in his soothing voice.

“Loki-”

“No let me finish” he cut you off with a finger against your lips to which you only nodded.

“I don’t forgive myself, you deserved better. So from now on we will make Mother’s Day a fireworks holiday, just you and me after i give Frigga her flowers, and hopefully you’ll let her join us someday” Loki finished with a warm smile, running one of his hands up and down your side. You was beside yourself, happy tears welling in your eyes at the beautiful gesture that you knew he fully meant. Your hands met his face, rubbing your thumb against the apples of his cheeks.

“I love you Loki, thank you so much” you exclaimed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into the warmest hug you could give him before pulling away to look into his stunning eyes. He had slightly paled leaving you a bit confused but before you could ask him about it he was leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, and before you could reciprocate he had already pulled away.

Loki didn’t dare meet your eyes as he scrambled to get from underneath you, sliding you back onto the actual bed before quickly moving across the room to put distance between you, as if he was trying to protect you from him. Loki paced running his hands through his dark head of hair, angry at himself for doing something so stupid. You tried to make your way over to him but he only backed away.

“No, you stay over there. God i’m such a fool, I’m so sorry y/n, I can’t believe i did that” his voice cracking, y/n could see the tears starting to stream down his face.

“Loki it’s okay” you pleaded, trying everything to comfort the extremely distressed man in front of you.

“NO IT ISN’T Y/N!” He yelled, more angry at himself than you.

“An hour ago you were crying about your parents and then i go and try to kiss you?! It was wrong and stupid and it wasn’t how this was supposed to happen.” Loki is beside himself at this point, face in buried in his hands.

“How what was supposed to happen Loki?” you ask with a gulp, utterly confused at your best friends behavior.

“Fuck it, i already ruined everything…” he said shaking his head in disbelief before continuing,

“I love you y/n.” He stated with a wavering voice.

“I love you too Loki, i just told you that” you returned.

“No y/n, I don’t love you that way. I love you in the way that makes me weak in the knees, the way that let’s you consume my thoughts for every moment that i am alive. Every breath i take is so i can spend another moment with you, every new magic trick i learn is in hopes that i can put a smile on those gorgeous lips of yours, because i love you. From the very first time i made you smile i knew it was all i ever wanted to do, make you happy. I pushed all of my feelings for you away because i wanted you to heal, I wanted you to be in a better place because it isn’t fair of me to put that much pressure on you. I wanted the timing to be right so nothing could get in our way and now I’ve completely ruined any possibility of a relationship. I’m sorry for this, for all of it, for forcing my feelings upon you when you were vulnerable. I’m sorry that I’m such a lovesick fool that i would accidentally hurt you. I hope despite my mistakes tonight you take away the fact that i would move mountains, destroy every galaxy, and leave everything I’ve ever known behind, for you.” He stopped only to release shaky breath, he looked sort of frozen to his place in the room, as if he were going to be swallowed whole by the floor if he moved.

“Because y/n, i am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you.” He finished with a slight sob, it was only then you noticed how he was shaking. You carefully made your way to him, reaching up to touch his trembling figure, making him flinch. It broke your heart to see it, was he afraid that you would try and hurt him? After such sweet words?

“Loki honey… look at me please” you begged him, he shook his head without looking up from his feet, you’d think you had screamed at him with the way he was acting like a scared puppy.

“Kitty, will you please look at me?” The sound of that nickname made his head reluctantly look up, his eyes meeting yours for the first time in what felt like ages, you looked between him and his lips silently begging for him not to pull away as you slowly connected them. The kiss was gentle and affirming, filled with nothing but love. His arms slowly making their way to your waist as if he was afraid you’d break if he moved too suddenly. You lightly eased into the kiss before finally pulling away, Loki looked more shocked than anything as you moved your head to rest on his shoulder.

“I love you too Loki, when i said i loved you earlier i meant it the same way you did, i just never thought you felt the same. I’m so in love with you, i thought you would have figured that out by now with how intelligent you are” you released a small laugh, not understanding how such a brilliant mind could’ve missed something so evident. If it was a snake, it would’ve bit him.

“Obviously I didn’t, I’m intelligent but blind as it seems” a relieved chuckle fell past his lips as he smiled at you, the feeling of you in his arms was an unmatched form of soothing.

“Please don’t feel bad about this or the timing, I’m happy Loki. You make me happy, you’re really the only thing that does. You are the best thing in my life and I couldn’t have asked for anything better, except maybe for you to not have scared the shit out of me like that earlier.” Looking up at him during the last part, bringing a hand up to wipe away tear stains littering his milky skin.

“I’m sorry y/n, i just didn’t want to overstep” he leaned into your hand before putting his own on top of it, making sure it didn’t leave it’s place for the time being.

“Trust me, i am perfectly fine with this, but you owe me for the damn heart attack you just gave me” you pointed out, lightly hitting his chest to scold him, your heart had been in your ass from the minute he first pulled away.

“Oh no, how could i ever repay you for the damage” he retorted with his signature smirk, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear

“Shut up, kiss me, and do the fireworks again kitty, i want them purple this time” removing your hand from his cheek only to play with the collar of his top.

“Whatever you want my love, your wish is my command” and with that he followed your request, pulling you in again and giving you what was your first full kiss together, your hands made their way to rest around his neck. It expressed all the pent up emotion, warmth moving between the messy kiss, both of you far too excited to care.

Without breaking the kiss Loki raised one of his hands, bringing back the small magic in his palms to illuminate the kiss with your favorite shade of violet, two kinds of fireworks exploding in that moment.

[bnhamixjuice-sfw]

ANON REQUEST: Hawks, Dabi and Aizawa: spot an ex he had a bad break up with, he sees her walking around struggling to hold on to a bag of groceries while pushing a stroller with a toddler in it that looks awful lot like them, and the he awkwardly confronts them when the bag falls out of her hands.

Tags: Manga Spoiler, Mention of cheating, Angst to Fluff.

Hawks

“I’m so sorry Dove, I didn’t mean to–”

“Didn’t mean what? to deny that I’m your girlfriend in front of the media ‘cause you had a job agreement with the commission not to reveal me! okay Keigo you’re doing this for what reason exactly? Hero Reputation? More women you can use to cheat behind my back again and expect me to forgive you? I–I don’t want this kind of life anymore!”, you wailed in pure anguish roughly wriggling your wrist away from his firm clutch.

He felt suffocated when he needed to let you go for all the things that he did to hurt you, holding back the urge to chase you outside when you frantically closed the door, not looking back anymore on him. Leaving the top pro hero falling on his knees, lonely between these four walls of his house.

After all this time he can’t forget you, longing to see your face everywhere he goes even on pro hero awarding events or his usual patrol work with Endeavor looking for you through the crowds, praying to see your smile again that he misses the most.

His life was crumbling apart without you, but luck was on his side today when he spotted you not too far from where he was signing autographs for his fans while stealing some glances. As always, you’re still beautiful standing there.

Trying to fix your grocery bags while clasping the baby-carriage’s handle. He hesitated at first to approach you thinking you’re probably waiting for your husband to pick you up and your child. And that’s when a tuft of yellow hair popped out.

“Mommy look it’s Hawks, Awtoglaph pweasee awtoglapph”, his excited pleas reached Hawks’ ears. pointing his fingers towards your ex-boyfriend who waved a hand on both of you.

Soon red feathers clumped together on the ground, preventing your bag to fall.

“Wow what do we have here, a kid full of energy today, so where do you want me to sign your autograph?”, stooping down beaming a smile with his eyes crinkling behind his yellow visor making your child gasp in awe.

He knew instantly that his suspicion was right seemingly looking at his own reflection with those golden honey orbs and black lines on those eyelids and small bump protruding behind the kid’s shirt, red feathers similar to his, messily cramped inside.

“Ke–Hawks here… ”, almost calling out his first name when you handed him a notebook and a pen.

Slightly feeling his gloved hand against your palm.

“Hawks look I hab wings too–”

“Honey we need to go home now or else you’ll miss your favorite show again, now say bye bye to Mr. Hawks”, you interrupted, sneaking a warning glare on him not to tell him anything before gently freeing your child’s wings out from his shirt’s makeshift holes.

“Little fledgling I guess your wings were moulting, so did your Daddy tell you about it”

“Hab no Dawdy but Oh you see… Mommy Lov’ Dawdy so much that she booboo cries” you were shock-stricken softly hushing your child out of embarassment.

“Well kid make sure to tell your Mommy not to cry okay cause Daddy loves her so much, yes don’t forget to tell that to her every day I–”, he stammered with his voice started cracking, overwhelming him with emotions too easily, swallowing the lump forming on his throat.

“Your father loves you too kid trust me, and surely there’s not a single day he’s not thinking of your Mommy, his only Dove–Ah I think I’m taking too much of your time Miss I-I’m so sorry”, halting it immediately, muffling a few sniffles before finally signing his signature.

Your heart began thumping so loud, not expecting him shamelessly grabbing your hand, burying you into a warm embrace in public.

“Wait Keigo stop this, everyone’s taking so many pictures of you”

“No I don’t care anymore, listen Dove I’m so sorry and I still love you, come back to me please I promise I won’t hurt you again, I’ll do better this time just let me make up for it, and for our son”

You can’t blame yourself for giving in, accepting him wholeheartedly knowing this is what you promised to him once.

To never let your future child experience the same heartache he suffered from his past.

Dabi

He regret those cruel words that came out from his mouth the first time he was too fed up of your constant admonishment of putting a rest on his revenge against his family forever since you cannot bear to see him exhausting his body anymore, starting this heated discourse again between you.

“You always bring this up y/n every single day and it’s too annoying already, why are you siding on Enji too much Babydoll… come on just say it you really want us to have a perfect family, so cool to have a child with this debilitating quirk too right?”

Sucking your inner lips anxiously avoiding to tell him something about that last one, you felt his grip on your sholders constricting furiously waiting for you to answer him back, but your tears spilling from those precious eyes made his stomach churn in guilt realizing what he had done when you began screaming on his face that everything’s over, shoving him away and locking the door of your house shut.

He knew how much of a dick he was, the worst break up that’s been haunting him everyday with your terrified face forever etched on his mind

It’s been a long time since the last time he saw you after you moved from your old house and he cannot find you everywhere until today.

He saw you pushing a stroller on the side of the road and having a hard time balancing the bag of groceries on your other hand.

Perhaps you found someone better than him and additionally having a child; a normal child considering he’s not the father. that’s what he thought until something caught his attention.

Squinting his eyes, he was slack-jawed to find a familiar cerulean orbs and red hair on that young boy giddily calling you Mommy.

He took this rare chance of talking to you again by catching your bag of groceries that you clumsily dropped, your eyes met recognizing your ex-boyfriend instantly when he removed his mask. piercing eyes gazing down below observing your child’s similar features.

“Babydoll why didn’t you tell me about him, our son?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Dabi and refrain from calling me that nickname anymore, also stay away from MY son before I call the police”

You breathed heavily snatching back your grocery bag from his grasp, clutching the stroller’s handle in pure anger.

“Daddy you meanie, go home”, tugging his pants with those tiny hands.

It hurts you to see your own child begging for his father to go home, when you can’t even tell him how you often show his own picture to your child that’s why he recognized his own father easily, keeping him close to his heart and memory forever.

You can’t hate your only child’s father.

He was expecting him to cry on his intimidating face when he bent his knees down to look at his child closely, ignoring your earlier threat by patting his son’s head seemingly accepting this foreign fatherly instinct.

“Kid look I’m obviously a bad guy, I don’t want you to get in trouble so maybe next time when your Mommy allows me, don’t worry I’ll probably see you again next time pepperoni haired kid”, chuckling when he saw his son’s childish pout, letting him pinch his stapled cheeks annoyed at his nickname.

“Y/n this is goodbye then”, flashing you that thin smile noticing his lips quivering a bit as he stood.

Shoving both of his hands inside his pockets before turning around to walk slowly away from both of you ignoring your child’s tantrum cries calling for him to go back.

“Ssh… sweetie don’t cry okay–Wait Touya!”

He stopped on his tracks when you yelled his real name again, like how you used to call him that before out of endearment.

“We’re going to stay here from now on so same address, the usual okay knock thrice and use our anniversary day on pressing the doorbell and don’t forget our password, listen I’m doing this for our child only so you better show up tonight or I won’t ever give you a chance”

He disappeared quickly after that, and tonight he never failed to show up incessantly ringing the doorbell many times even greeting you that typical password; a kiss.

A yearning kiss, hands intertwining the moment you opened your heart once again.

Aizawa

“Shouta you keep missing my calls these past few weeks when I needed you the most, you barely have enough time to visit me when I was sick the whole week and now you’re late, fine I don’t wanna hear your excuses anymore”

Those bitter words pierced him like thorns, seeing you slip out that engagement ring from your finger and placing it on a table whispering those bitter words he doesn’t want to hear from you.

“It’s better if we end this relationship now before we regret something, I–I can’t imagine my future being married with you or even having a child with you who pathetically seek for time and attention from his workaholic father, sorry Shouta”, you covered your mouth trying to bite back your tongue from spilling about your unborn child.

Running outside the restaurant leaving him heartbroken that he can’t further speak out his words anymore because everything that you just told him was painfully true.

He doesn’t deserve you, blaming himself for not appreciating you enough despite of your effort of enduring the hardships of having a pro hero fiance who often risk his life for his students. A man who can’t even spend a time to take care of you.

Nevertheless, he wanted to mend back those strings that binds you to his heart, always pouring out his loneliness on visiting that Cat Cafe on his day off every week reminding him of memories you two share.

You often take him there to spend a date knowing he’s fond of cats and snapping lots of photos of him every time he ends up sleeping on the corner with cats huddling close to his face nearly suffocating him.

Keeping your engagement ring to him all the time was the only thing that calms him down whenever he’s in dire situation on his job, thinking how much he wish to meet you here again.

Unbelievably seeing you again one time, rubbing his weary eyes once and twice to know if it’s truly you. Indeed, he can’t forget that familiar caring smile of his beloved, finding you outside the cat cafe currently having a problem of organizing your bag of groceries.

“Mawmmy, neko pweasee I wanna touch it!”, your daughter began whinning clapping his hands to get your attention.

He can’t believe his own eyes when your child resembles him too much with that obsidian dull eyes and sleek black hair minus for that pigtail hairstyle but that scowl seems a carbon copy of his own.

“Wait Baby I–”

“I think you need help Y/n”

You were flabbergasted to find your ex-fiance taking a hold of your bag of groceries with his whip that was about to hit the ground and voluntarily offering his Neko tote bag for you which you persuaded him not to.

“Mawmmy pwease I want that too, Neko”, her tiny hands reaching out determined to get it no matter what.

“Baby no–”

“Well your daughter love cats so much, you can give this to her, please just a friendly gift”, taking out something from his pocket leaning down a bit to his side to rummage on that keychain, letting you see his necklace around his neck with that old engagement ring of yours dangling.

“Found it, here kid I’m not sure if you’ll like this”

“Aww Mawmmy have that too um…right Mawmmy, so no thanks Mister”

There’s no way you were married that’s what Shouta suspected when he saw you not wearing any ring, and obviously that cat keychain was closely similar to his anniversary keychain that you two bought for each other.

“Y/n I can drive you two back to your house if its okay–”

“Mawmmy please say yes”

You sighed in defeat not having a choice in the first place and also giving freedom to your child to spend time with her father who doesn’t know about this.

His car was still the same, sitting beside him and your child now sleeping behind after getting so tired ogling on his car’s cat accesories.

You chuckled upon seeing your daughter’s face on the mirror messily drooling, leaning slightly on your side to wipe the corner of her mouth.

“Darling is she our daughter”

“Eyes on the road Shouta, and yes so what will you do about it. Do you expect me to ask for any financial support from you oh maybe spending your precious time for our daughter that I can’t even get from you years ago”, you sarcastically uttered, stabbing him rudely with those truthful words he was unprepared to hear from you.

“I understand if you’re still mad at me y/n, but I just want you to let you know that I want to set things right first before asking you to forgive me. Because I don’t want to miss this opportunity again to tell you how much I wanted to talk to you or maybe to see you in your white wedding dress”

You can’t resist how determined he was to get close to you again, feeling his hand slowly making its way on you.

Giving back that engagement ring to whom it truly belongs, and that was you, a dream he wanted to come true despite it being too impossible.

Turning your head away to wipe your own tears, proposing for the second time that you have been waiting to hear from him all along.

“She’s your daughter Shouta and don’t you dare make her cry of I’ll scratch your face harder than what your cat does”

“That’s too kind of you, I mean my cat misses your deadly belly rub too, you named him Mr. Pickles right, well I’m sure he’d be thrilled to see his Mom again and his new sibling soon”,

You both exchanged soft giggling catching up on one another by starting the conversation about your lives and so on and so forth, and apparently your child was eavesdropping on both of you.

Your daughter muffled a “Pro hero mission success” after accomplishing her goal, peeking a bit to see you wearing that shiny ring.

She knew it the first time she saw that stranger recognizing him from one of the picture you often place under your pillow, her daddy.

Well she did inherit Shouta’s intellectual skills after all.

Do not repost this fic/headcanon.

Disclaimer: I don't own My hero academia nor its characters and plot.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Hii! For this wonderful Feb Romance Event, could I please request Killer and a Fem reader with the Natrue Whispers deck, I don’t mind if it’s SFW or NSFW, I’ll leave that up to you ;)

Thank you so much! ♡

Hello Kira Kira love😊🥰🤗! Omg yes I can do this for you! So the card that did pop out was acceptance of love: Be able to be open to receive love from others when you give love to them. Being more expressive on how you feel on things will benefit you. This also doesn't have to mean anything romantic but also learning to love yourself. not focusing on the imperfects but what you love about yourself. This will help build your confidence and see how you see yourself. I hope you enjoy this my dear 💖💗💕

Killer x Fem Reader: Everything and More (Slight) N/SFW

waring: Fondling and suggestive language

“Killer, you don’t have to take it off.” you looked at him, your hand stopping him from getting any closer to his helmet. Since joining the Kid Pirates you have never seen Killer without his mask. Oftentimes it did peak your interest in what he looked like. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable either knowing he was a bit insecure about himself.

“I want to _____.” Killer said in a mellow tone. You retracted your hand from his, placing it on your lap. Killer proceeded as his hands reached for his helmet. Pulling off his helmet to see bit helmet hair, Killer shook his head ,as he did this his shaggy hair adjusted without the helmet. His bangs hanging over his eyes. Seeing the blond goatee on his chin. Killer brought his head up looking at you. His blue eyes looking at yours. He let out a low sigh “I’m sorry if you expected more.” He took you silent as a bad thing he was beating himself a bit knowing he should have kept the helmet on.

Snapping out of your hypnotized moment as you were looking at him he must have taken it wrong as you stood silent just looking at him. “Killer you exceeded my expectations.”

“You still feel the same way?” He asked you. You nodded to his answer and her noticed the red on your cheeks. Scooting closer to him “ no matter what you look like Killer it doesn’t matter, I’ve gotten to know you and that is what I feel in love with….. but can I just say one thing.”

Cocking his brow as he looked down at you. “What is it?”

“I gotta make sure no one else tries to snatch you up because you are perfect.” You giggled but you honestly meant it looking at him. He was beyond perfection to you.

“Is that so?” Humored at your comment. In one swift motion your head met the bed. On each side next to your head, Killer's hands were placed. “So are you trying to say I belong to you then?” Killer asked as he lowered his eyes just a bit as he looked at you. Killer noticing your face becoming bright red. He leaned in more as his lips hovered over yours. “ I’m fine with that, just as long people know you belong to me.” He said in a low whisper tone. Killer planting a kiss in your lips, instinctively your hands wrapped behind his neck bring his larger stature self closer to you. Killers hands finding the hem of your shirt, his cold fingers grazing your stomach sending you goosebumps all over your body. Killer lightly sucked on your bottom lip, his hands traveling up your shirt more. His large hand groping your breast you let out a shallow breath as both of your lips separated from one another, his knee spreading your legs apart. Killer never felt anything so soft as his hand massaging your breast, his thumb swiping your nipple as it became harder. Killer feeling himself becoming more harder as he pressed his cock against your upper thigh. Your thigh slightly moving you could hear killer letting out a low groan. "Tempting me now?" "Maybe." giving him a vixen smile. "I think he should be taken care of... Don't you think?" Killer himself propping himself up he began to take of his shirt.

"The shirt you are wearing you wouldn't mind getting torn now do ya?" killer feeling the fabrics of your shirt with his fingers.

Tagging: @undercoverweeeb @fireflykaizoku @kristaline2dmensimp @kerokerogecko

[meganlpie]

20 Questions

Based on this request: Can you do a Ketch x Reader where they are stuck in a room during a hunt and they can’t get out so they play 20 questions to get to know each other better and in the end confess their feelings for each other

Here you are, lovelies! *I do not own ANY SPN characters. They belong to the writers/creators of the show.*

Warnings: Trapped Together, fluff-ish?

Pairings: Arthur Ketch x reader

It was a good thing you didn't hate Ketch. Really it was. Because if you'd hated him, he wouldn't survive the night. He was driving you batty, pacing like a caged tiger. You understood why. You didn't much appreciate being trapped either, but it was that or become a monster's plaything. At least you'd been able to get into a place where you could ward against everything and the horde of demons couldn't get in.

"Ketch! Please just sit down, you're driving me nuts!" He paused long enough to glare at you before resuming his pacing. He didn't like being stuck in one space for too long. That much was obvious. Not to mention you were both exhausted from the hunt followed by the demon chase. They'd come out of nowhere after the two of you had taken out a vampire nest.

"Please. I know you're anxious to get out of here, but could you please settle down? We're safe in here for now and I called the boys. They're sending Jody and Donna to come help us." Ketch hummed before finally sitting in the only other chair in the room. It was then that you noticed the injury to his arm. "Were you bitten?" He shook his head. "No. That was from one of the demons." You hummed in response and then it got quiet again. Normally that didn't bother you, but stuck in one tiny room, the silence was almost stifling.

"Alright, rather than sitting here doing nothing, I think we should get to know each other better. If we're going to be hunting together more often, we may as well." Ketch's eyes flickered over to you for a moment before he asked, "What did you have in mind?" You felt a smile stretch over your lips. At least he was willing. You were certain you were going to have to practically pull teeth to get him to talk. From what you'd seen, Ketch was a pretty closed off man. Not that you blamed him after what he'd gone through.

"20 Questions. It's the easiest way I can think of." Ketch nodded once, his eyes regarding you as you shifted to try and get more comfortable. "Are you going to sit or stand there all night?" He arched a brow at your teasing tone. "Is that one of your questions? I must say, I expected more from you." You rolled your eyes and gave a sarcastic laugh. "Haha. Jokes. Who knew you had it in you? Now rules: once the game starts it doesn't stop until we've both asked 20 questions. The questions can be anything from the most simple to the most deep that require thought. And we must answer truthfully. Ready?" At Ketch's nod, you proceeded to start the game.

"I'll start with a basic question. Favorite color?" A small smirk made its way onto Ketch's lips as he shook his head at you. "Purple." You let out a small noise of surprise. "I would have suspected red or black." It was Ketch's turn to roll his eyes as he replied, "Purple is the color of royalty, darling. Now, I believe it's my turn. What would you be doing if you weren't a hunter?" You laughed lightly and had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

*time skip*

You and Ketch had spent what felt like hours asking questions back and forth. Not that you minded. It was nice getting an inside look into his mind. Although, your heart hurt for all the torture he'd gone through as a child and into his adulthood. By the time you got to the last round of questions, you wanted nothing more than to wrap the man up in a hug. Unfortunately, you were also at your last question.

You glance up into Ketch's eyes and asked the question you'd been avoiding. You weren't sure how he'd react in all honesty, but you were running out of questions at the moment. "Have you ever been in love?" Ketch's small smile faltered a bit. His brows lowered over his eyes as he tried to think. His gaze flickered over to you then back toward the door. For a moment, it didn't look like he was going to answer the question.

"Perhaps." It was your turn to look confused, prompting him to sigh. "Love is considered a…weakness in Kendrick's. It isn't something encouraged. That being said, I am uncertain as to what love feels like. It is possible I've been in love without realizing." His eyes met your again and you swore they were boring into your soul. You swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling the air in the room thicken with the tension he was causing.

"My last question then, is it?" he asked suddenly. The moment between you was broken in an instant. You nodded. You honestly thought you were going to get whiplash at the pace he changed the subject. Ketch stood and placed one hand in his pocket. You'd been around him long enough to know he only did that when he was grabbing a weapon or feeling unsure of himself. No one else had noticed it. They just thought it was a normal mannerism of his.

His eyes met yours again and he asked, "Do you think, after all I've done for the old men, that someone could love me? Help me have the happiness everyone around me seems to desire so much…Could you?" You blinked in surprise. That was not the question you were expecting. Ketch was very, very good at masking his feelings. There were rarely any signs of vulnerability in the man, though you were able to catch them here and there. Your mind was in a state of confusion so you said the first thing you could think of.

"That's two questions." Ketch scoffed lightly, but looked away from you. Even from his profile you could tell he was upset. You rose from your seat and closed the space between you. He turned his head so he could look at you once more. Without taking your eyes off his, you gently took the hand that wasn't in his pocket in your hand. "Truth?" you asked and he nodded. "Those were the rules after all, were they not?"

"I do. I know someone could love you. Someone doeslove you, Ke-Arthur." The only sign that Ketch was caught off guard was the slight tightening of his hand around yours. "Really?" he asked, disbelief lacing his voice. You never heard him sound so insecure before. It was odd. Still, you smiled. "Really." Your free hand moved up to cup his cheek.

You felt your heart hammering in your chest as a smirk replaced his look of disbelief. "I thought so. The sentiment is returned, darling." You wanted to be mad at him. He'd gotten you to admit something that you were petrified to admit. Still, with him so close, it was hard to think about anything other than having him as close as possible.

Just as Ketch's lips were about to meet yours, the doors burst open. The two of you sprang apart like two teenagers being caught making out on the parent's couch. "Oh, um…carry on," Donna's voice came from the doorway. She ushered Jody out, saying, "Nothing to see here, Jody. Move along." You felt your face heat up as Ketch let out a laugh, prompting you to do the same. You knew you'd never hear the end of this from Jody. Ketch took your hand again, placing a kiss to the back of it, before leading you out to the car.

(a/n: I hope you liked it!)

Forever Tags: @fizzyxcustard @brewsthespirit-blog @sirkekselord @aikibriarrose @lady-of-lies @esoltis280 @stories-by-shanna-p @motleymoose @dark-angel-is-back

SPN Tags: @jotink78

[daddydoddsjr]

Alluring - Part 2/?

Pairing || Aaron Hotchner x Unsub!GN!Reader

Contents/Warnings || Talks of hospitalisation, stalker-ish Aaron, medications

Part 1 is here

Tag List || @ssahotchsbitch

You weren’t doing well. Maybe your medications weren’t working as well anymore, maybe you’ve just been feeling off lately for no reason. You stood in Aaron’s kitchen, looking down at the sandwich you had just made. It was bland, and reminded you of the hospital you had formerly lived in. You bit your lip as you squeezed your eyes shut, remembering back at how horrible the hospital was. Aaron had put you there, but now Aaron was… your boyfriend? The two of you hadn’t talked about that, but you were clearly something.

The main thought in your head was why Aaron was so comfortable with you and loving when he had sent you to the hospital in the first place. You thought back on when you found out more about why he was so attached to you.

Aaron persisted with his endeavours to talk to you. Every time he “ ran into you, “ you got angry with him, giving him little to no information about yourself, and trying to find out a way he couldn’t find you again. You were always unsuccessful.

One day you huffed as you got home from getting coffee and running straight into Aaron. This time it was a genuine bump, since he didn’t actually know you would show up there and he would never bring Jack to any of his “ Y/N endeavours. “

After seeing him and Jack, you weren’t angry. You weren’t angry the last time you bumped into them either, you had just begun to be more confused than anything else. Confused as to why he persisted so much, as if he never finished his job of profiling and catching you. Was he just trying to dig dirt on you to make sure that you’d be sent back to the hospital for the rest of your life? Tomorrow was Monday. You didn’t have plans and you assumed that Aaron would be at work, and a quick search gave you the address.

You turned heads as soon as you walked into the BAU Monday morning. Aaron hadn’t spotted you from his position in his office, but everyone else sure as hell saw you.

“ Y/N? “ Reid asked out loud, and Rossi began to make his way over to you, ignoring Emily’s whisper to him to not set you off. While the rest of the team knew nothing about what Aaron had been doing, Garcia remembered that Aaron had wanted your current address a while back, and she began to question why a little more. Rossi on the other hand knew what Aaron had been doing, and he wanted to keep you from blowing up in the middle of the BAU.

“ Hi, Y/N. How can we help you? “ He stood between you and your view of Aaron’s office.

“ I just need to talk to Aaron, “ You stated, trying to move around him, but Rossi was faster and kept himself directly in front of you.

“ You can talk to me instead. Agent Hotchner is a bit busy up there right now. “

“ He doesn’t look all that busy. Certainly he can’t be busy when he’s been- “ You’re cut off by Rossi, “ Let’s go get you a coffee and we can talk, alright? I can get Aaron for you in a few minutes. “

Your jaw clenched as you glanced at the rest of the team. As much as you were annoyed by Aaron weaseling into your life, you didn’t want to create a scene in front of everyone. You were just hoping to rattle Aaron a bit at his work, in private. You allowed Rossi to put a hand on your shoulder and steer you away from the team and keep you out of Aaron’s view.

Rossi got you settled in his office on the couch, leaving to fetch coffee and coming back quickly.

“ You weren’t there when they caught me… “ You said quietly once he returned and set a cup of coffee in front of you on the table.

“ I know. My name is David Rossi. “

“ I have a feeling I don’t even have to introduce myself. “

“ I’m sorry, you don’t. I know who you are. “

“ Do you know why I’m here? “

“ No, “ He sat down next to you, “ I’d like to. “

“ Agent Hotchner won’t leave me alone. I haven’t done a single thing wrong since I got out of the hospital he put me in, and he still keeps coming around to my apartment and restaurants he knows I like. “

Rossi hesitated on his next sentence, “ He doesn’t have malicious intentions. “

“ Then what the hell are his intentions? “

“ Your case was very… significant for him. “

“ I’m guessing it wasn’t very different from any other case he deals with on a daily basis. “

“ He viewed it differently than the others. But, I don’t want to speak for him like this. I told you that I could get him for you, and I will, “ Rossi stood up, patting your shoulder and leaving the office. You took a sip of your coffee, wondering what Aaron’s reaction would be to you showing up to his work, just as he shows up to your apartment. After only a minute of waiting, Aaron entered the room alone, shutting the door behind himself.

“ I… wasn’t expecting you. “

“ And I haven’t been expecting you any of the times you’ve shown up to my places. “

“ I’m sorry- “

“ Save it. I just want to know why. Why won't you leave me alone? “

“ It’s not ill natured. “

“ Then what is it? “

Aaron sat down besides you in the same spot Rossi was in, “ I don’t want to scare you. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to send you back. I felt like your case was different from the rest. You stuck out. You’re… alluring. “

Aaron walked into the kitchen, flashing you a smile. He approached you, looked at your sandwich, and said, “ We could order take out, you know; Sorry I don’t have much food around right now. Gotta go grocery shopping soon. “

You gave him a tiny smile, “ Take out would be nice, “ You looked back down at your sandwich.

“ Are you alright? “ He quizzed, “ You seem off lately. It’s okay, you know, if you need more support. “

“ I know. “ You rest your head on his shoulder, “ I might. “

Aaron wrapped an arm around you, “ Then we’ll get you some help. “

[narutakijune]

About ATLA Relationship Arcs

So, this is me, finally trying to write some meta after lurking in my little tumblr corner for months! Hi!

Although I’ve tried to tag properly, if you are a Kat*anger and just want to enjoy your favourite couple in peace, this might not be the post for you. I am not trying to bash characters but I do have a lot of critical stuff to say about the writing.

Anyway, you have been warned and here is my story about my personal first Atla experience: I watched the show this year for the first time, and after the end of Book 1 I decided to look up spoilers, because after what happened to Yue, I wanted to make sure that Zuko and Iroh would be ok. So I knew what was going to happen: Kat*ang endgame and absolutely no Zutara at all. Still, by the end of Book 3, I was convinced that I had read wrong - that there would be an epilogue with a different ending or at least that Aang would only get together with Katara post-show- in that Korra series or something - because anything else wouldn’t make sense- right?

….

After I got over my shock and surprise, I went online and found out about that decade-long aggressive passionate ship war and how even the showrunners got involved.

And then I really worried that I might have missed a few points. Apparently ”Aang and Katara were the DNA of the show”, according to the creators themselves, and “Zutara could never have happened”.

Another popular anti-ZK argument I found was: Why do you always go on about Katara and Zuko? Just look at Zuko and Aang! They are the hero/ anti-hero and each other’s foils, their relationship is much more meaningful!”

So I tried to find out what it was that I apparently couldn’t see.

(Another disclaimer: I love analysing stories (like many Zutarians apparently) and this will get long and rambly. If you get bored to tears when people start talking about “narrative structure” you will probably not like this.)

Talking about narrative structure, I do believe that, in order to let your story, your characters and their relationships really shine, a good basic structure is important. There should be a recognizable development and individual parts of the story that build upon each other and lead to consequences and change, until there is a completed arc - because it is all about the journey that takes you to a satisfying ending, right? So that’s what I tried to do, with my personal Kat*ang vs. Zutara take, I tried to look at the structure and development of their relationship arcs.

The argument that threw me off track for a while is that compared to Aang and Zuko, Zuko and Katara’s relationship is not supposed to be that relevant for the plot. After all, Zuko is the foil, the anti-hero, the deuteragonist to Aang, who is the hero protagonist.

This is all true of course. But then why is it that in every finale, Zuko’s main opponent (and later ally) is not Aang but Katara? Why is it that their sun/moon, red/blue, fire/water dichotomy is so obviously highlighted?

I think one reason why Zuko and Katara are paired off so frequently in the story - as opposite elements, as opponents and as allies - is that they BOTH are Aang’s deuteragonists. While Zuko also acts as antagonist and Aang’s foil/mirror, Katara takes over the more traditional deuteragonist role of confidant / best friend/ narrator.

Protagonist Aang is what connects them, although they are on opposite sides: Both need Aang because he represents their hope to save their world. Very simply put, Katara protects him, so he can make the world a safer place again, and Zuko wants to capture him, so he can go home and be safe again. That rivalry between them is already established in the first episode, even before they meet each other: Katara, who hopes that the Avatar will return (as she tells everyone in the intro), and Zuko, who seems to be obsessed with finding him for more sinister reasons.

And just to make sure, I am not talking here about the characters’ feelings and emotions! This is just about the abstract roles they have been assigned within the narrative.

When regarding Zutara’s special connection to Aang and their rivalry with each other, it makes absolute sense to stress their “same but different”ness as well, visually and metaphorically: Red and blue, fire and water, sun and moon, arguably Painted Lady/Blue Spirit, and, when you put into account their story arc, also Oma and Shu.

With this basis, which puts them together and sets them apart simultaneously, their relationship already becomes very dynamic and interesting, even before you consider any romantic potential.

And here’s another thing, Zuko and Katara also have their own story arc within the main plot. Although they don’t have many scenes together before Zuko joins the Gaang, when they do meet there is always a new shift in their relationship and in quite a few cases their interactions are important for the main plot as well. If you just look at their “end fights” at each book’s finale, there is an obvious and consequential build-up, like any decent story arc should have:

Book 1 starts with Zuko as the powered-up enemy and Katara as the weak newbie waterbender. Both are battling over Aang. At the end of Book 1, they are finally established as equally powerful fighters but still fundamentally different (You rise with the moon, I rise with the sun!)

In CoD at the end of Book 2 happens the next step: they realize that they are not different at all! But Aang still doesn’t represent the same for them and they end up on opposing sides of the war again.

In the Book 3 finale, when Zuko has completed his own (anti-) hero's journey and Aang represents the same “hope” for both of them, they do not only join forces: Their “same but different”- traits make them such a uniquely suited match that they are even able to save each other’s lives during their fight with Azula (who in turn happens to be Katara and Zuko’s antagonist/mirror/foil).

And in addition to their own story arc they even get an individual recurring theme, which also appears in every book whenever their relationship status changes: The lost mothers, especially Katara’s mother.

In Book 1, Katara’s necklace (the symbol of Kiya) plays not only a major part in two of Zuko’s capture attempts, it is the reason for their very first one-one one encounter in the story.

Their first friendly connection in COD in Book 2 happens because they start talking about their mothers. And in Book 3, their final reconciliation (sealed with a very cathartic hug) happens after their life-changing trip which is, of course, all about Katara’s mother.

Again, I am not even trying to analyse their characters and motivations within the story - there are many metas that have already done that much better, more detailed and with screenshots. This is just dry structure and tropes and themes. But I think people recognize and connect with a well-structured arc, even subconsciously, which is one of the reasons that makes Zutara such a compelling couple. They complete and contrast each other, their relationship dynamic constantly changes, builds up, falls apart, reconnects. Such a setup is the perfect playground for a lot of creative takes on what-ifs and alternative scenarios and of course, shipping them romantically is extremely tempting - think of all the possibilities! It’s no wonder that the Zutara fandom is still so active decades after the end of the show. And it’s also no wonder that the Zutarians are known for “over-analysing everything”. You can only over-analyse if there is anything that gives you enough food to analyse to begin with. Which brings me to

KAT*ANG

I just go right to the top and take the quote from Br*yke themselves:

Kata*ng was in the DNA of the thing from the start…. [Zutara] was just dark and intriguing.

If you read this quote and then start watching the show, I would (grudgingly) agree that:

Aang and Katara understand and complement each other really well. Aang gives her the chance to have fun and go on adventures and in turn, Katara is his fiercest supporter from the very beginning, something that he really needs after he lost all his people AND has to find out that the world thinks the war is sort of his fault. In turn, the journey to the North Pole is as important to Katara as it is to Aang, because it is her dream to learn waterbending properly. That’s what she literally says when Sokka & Co try to banish Aang: (Sokka: Where do you think you’re going? Katara: To find a waterbender. Aang is taking me to the North Pole.) In that way, they are friends who give and take equally and are equally taken care of. They even have the last Airbender/ last Southern Waterbender status that connects them. The few times they have a fight, Aang does something in the end to redeem himself (perform some heroic feat) and Katara sees that she is right to believe in him.

Aang has this very sweet crush on her and it will be very sweet and wholesome when Katara will return his feelings at the end of their adventure after he has hit puberty. On the other side, there is also some heavy shipbaiting with Zuko: I save you from the pirates. The betrothal necklace. June and her excellent shipping taste. But in the end they are enemies, they barely know each other and, come on, it would be too dark and intriguing! There is no real threat against friends to lovers Kat*ang, the soft heart of the story. It’s very straightforward and there are a lot of simple “the hero saves the day” scenes for Aang but that’s fine! It’s not really my kind of ship but that’s not the point, it works for the story they want to tell.

End of Book 1.

In my - probably harsh- opinion, everything you really need to know about the Kat*ang relationship has been told by this point. If you want to be really mean, already by Book 1, episode 3.

That explains maybe why many (not all! but many) pro-KA arguments sound as if their shippers have not watched Book 2 and 3 at all. The Book 1 synopsis also perfectly sums up Bry*ke’s quote above. But then Book 2 and 3 are still there and I don’t know what happened but it seems as if they somehow decided that the Kat*ang story does not need any new and lasting input. Maybe because they were afraid that too much new development and change would stray too far away from their original Kat*ang vision. But there are still 2 more books and more adventures and Kat*ang somehow has to be kept apart until the finale.

So the tension in their potential romance is based largely on the question whether or not Katara will return Aang’s feelings. In general I don’t have a problem with that will-she-won’t she-technique. It works well in books where the love interest is not a POV or in shows/ movies where the love interest is not one of the main characters. But Katara is not only the female lead but also arguably the narrative voice of the whole story! As a result, this kind of writing makes Katara look as if she doesn’t have any agency in their relationship, which is not surprisingly a very popular anti-KA criticism.

Additionally, since her dream - learning waterbending - has been fulfilled by the end of Book 1, the relationship work becomes a bit one-sided. Of course Aang is the hero and his journey is the heart of the story. But in order to highlight their special connection it would have helped to give Katara another personal agenda, which Aang could have supported in some way. She is still the last Southern Waterbender and he the Last Airbender but this is not really explored in the Kat*ang relationship. And her other personal agenda, her mother, is already reserved for the Zutara arc.

Instead, in Book 2 and 3 the Kat*ang story is somehow all over the place. Of course there is new conflict and a few romantic scenes as well. But obstacles are either introduced too late or just dropped when not needed anymore, conflict is not resolved and their flirty, romantic moments never lead anywhere- and if they do, they lead to more conflict that is not resolved (yes, I am looking at you, EIP Kiss!).

Take for example Katara’s very sudden argument that they cannot be together now because there is a war going on. We hear her saying that for the first time in the very last episode (EIP) before the 4-part finale. That is too late to have any impact! That she has these kinds of thoughts was never even alluded to before. Not once.

Or the pattern Aang runs away/ is flaky - Katara is upset - Aang comes back and does his hero thing - Katara is relieved. In regards to their relationship arc, nothing changes here between Book 1 and the finale, only the stakes for Aang’s heroic performances get higher.

Or Katara being the one who is able to calm Aang down when he cannot control the Avatar state (which, in my personal opinion, is neither romantic nor healthy). This is also connected to the problem with the seventh Chakra, that Aang needs to let go of his attachment for her. I will be angry forever with how they wasted this for a possible relationship development! That Aang has to decide to either do his duty or save his forever girl (because let’s be fair, he did try to let go and only ran when he had the vision of Katara in danger) - that’s a fantastic setup!

But no, it doesn’t have any real consequences for Kat*ang at all. Instead there were only half-baked attempts – Aang does lie about his failed practice with Guru Pathik but the ultimate reason why his chakra is blocked is Azula, not his decision to run. Aang does try to let go of Katara for a little bit but then Azula shoots him. Nothing in Book 3 shows any change in his feelings that could have been a result of his instant let-it-go. If anything, he gets weirdly obsessive - which could have been used as a side effect of his blocked chakra but – again, no, nothing happens.

I suspect the whole thing was just introduced to create temporary drama for poor Aang, but it is never explained why Katara holds him back, what aspect of the attachment is blocking him or what would happen if he did let her go. Maybe they tried to make a statement about how love is more important than Avatar rules – which would have been fine but it’s also never properly explored. Instead, as soon as that plot point becomes inconvenient it’s simply dropped like a random rock™.

Compare all that to the Zutara arc, where both characters’ feelings about each other are always very much in the open, and where every interaction causes lasting effects in their relationship. Yes, it is unfair to compare that to Kat*ang, because up to the end of Book 3, Zuko and Katara almost never meet, while Aang and Katara spend almost every episode together – of course they cannot do meaningful things all the time. But on the other side, with Kat*ang, there would have been a great chance to show a subtle, gradual build-up instead.

It also doesn’t help that the Zutara arc seems hellbent on sabotaging every romantic moment Aang is allowed to enjoy:

There is Kat*angs first maybe-kiss in the dark before the background of the Oma and Shu legend. But it does not lead anywhere. Instead, Zuko and Katara almost reenact the legend itself in the Book 2 finale as two real enemies to almost-friends, including a glowy rocks-backdrop and the right costume colours, just so nobody misses the message.

In Footloose The Headband, Aang and Katara have a really sweet dance together, and everybody can see how they almost intuitively know each other's moves. This could be a great hint on how well they will fight together in the finale. But is it plot-relevant? No, because the final tag team is Katara and Zuko! While Aang gets paired off with random rock™.

Then there is Aang’s riding off to battle- kiss in DotBS, which Katara is not even allowed to enjoy, because keeping her feelings vague is apparently more important than character development at this point. It is the only romantic moment that gets mentioned again, but in a way that sinks the former cute and wholesome ship into the deep ocean, and the reason is - Aang is jealous of Zuko!

If all of this was only done for the sake of shipbaiting, then it really went out of control at some point.

In the end, the showrunners still had their reasons to choose Kat*ang, maybe because that corresponded more to their own vision, and there are still enough people out there who agree with them. Which is absolutely fine! In the end, what matters most is how you personally connect to the characters and nobody needs to defend their personal taste. But the typical anti-ZK claim, that all the Zutarians with their crazy analysis and rambling meta essays are reaching and delusional and that they desperately try to construct something that isn’t there, is not only a very lazy argument but simply not true.

And I’d claim that in spite of the canon choice, Zutara is technically the better written relationship. By far.

[keiarchived]

congrats on 500 aaaa ;;; I’m so proud of how far you’ve come

could I request maybe some yandere hawks headcanons of him just bringing y/n into his home? the first days are kinda tough but y/n slowed becomes attached to him and falls for him? maybe thanks to some mind break sex and him taking really good care of her👉🏻👈🏻?

I adore your writing dear, it’s lovely!

Ahhh thank you so much bub 🥺♥️ this means a lot to me nonnie 🥺

yandere!Hawks x f!reader

warning: yandere, mind break, cum inflation, cock warming, arranged marriage, quirk marriage kinda but keigo actually cares

words: 500+

As expected, the first couple of days were rough. You looked as though you’ve seen a ghost, body shaking whenever Keigo approaches with that plastic smile of his. “Hey, it’s okay birdie. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He would say, gently brushing across your cheeks despite the way you tremble between his palms like a leaf bearly hanging on. Who could blame you though? All of the news of your marriage was sudden, never have you ever met this blonde before and your parents are telling you that he’s your husband? You’ve got to be joking.

Keigo may be unfamiliar but at least he made sure you were well taken care of, a closet full of expensive clothes, delicious looking dinners, taking small walks with you and everything else in between. He wanted to make sure you know how much he loves you, how much he is willing to do for you. And it worked, this kindness Keigo had shown worth more than the love your parents have ever shown combined. If they truly cared and didn’t see you as merely a tool to get them out of this deep water they found themselves in, you wouldn’t be here today. Marrying the man you have grown fond off, maybe it was a little silly to try and get rid of Keigo at the beginning. How could anyone hate someone so sweet, caring, sexy and well good in bed.

“Ke-Keigo!” You whines, voice raspy and breaking slightly from the hours you both had been going at it ever since. It all started with a conversation about another hero that Keigo have been working with the last couple of days, you were just saying how amazing they both did and he didn’t like that. You should only be looking at him. “No birdie, it’s not Keigo is it?” The winged hero mocks, hands squeezing so tightly on either side of your hips and stilling you, no doubt would leave bruises tomorrow. “Da-daddy... please...”

It felt like forever ago since you had been seated in Keigo’s lap with his cock buried inside your sobbing cunt, “Uh uh if you move, I’ll just pull right out of you and you can’t finish yourself off.” He warned, whispering against the shell of your ear with a low chuckle. That doesn’t mean he couldn’t move though, drawing harsh circles around your clit as he bounces his legs. Giving you just the right amount of friction to fan that growing heat and wetness, “C’mon baby, let me hear you scream.” Of course Keigo knows exactly how to drive you insane, he didn’t spend all these time observing you for no reasons.

And you did, screaming in pleasure atop of your when the coil snapped. Walls pulsing and squeezing around Keigo’s cock, “Fuck!” That was enough for him to let loose and fill you to the brim, steadily you atop of his cock with those secure grip. “Yes... fuck.. that’s it birdie, take everything. Every last drop of it.” With your eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out and limb body leaning against his own, Keig reached over to rub smoothing circles against your still swelling belly whilst rutting into you. “Oh birdie, I can’t wait to your belly when it’s full of my chicks. God, you’re gonna look so pretty. So pretty for me.”

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