#lu dabble

[legendofzoodles]

Legend's hair across @linkeduniverse

I think this change happens over only a few days and he was in rabbit form for an afternoon. I would suggest Twilight's marks were once like that too, but considering he was in wolf form for days if not weeks at the start of his adventure and how often he switches form now his marks are essentially permanent. Even if he swore to never transform again.

[wayfayrr]

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Don't leave

His hands hurt from how tightly he was gripping onto your shirt. The one he brought for you in their favourite village. The village where he wanted to settle down with you after all of this was over and done with. Despite knowing that you could never belong there with him, afterall you were never of their world no matter how much he wished otherwise. You were going to leave him, shatter his dreams of having a nice calm life. Worse still they couldn’t even follow you, that was made painfully clear with how the glimmering light portal was acting like a glass wall to him. All he could do is beg until their voice went hoarse. 

“...Don’t leave.”

[Prompt list]

[muninnhuginn]

Glancing at the Qian Jin-Xiao Li duo then at the Lu Guang-Cheng Xiaoshi one and realising that from what we know Qian Jin was originally the by-the-book type and even now is incredibly careful and thorough. Meanwhile, Xiao Li went along with the photo shop trio despite knowing how unbelievable it all seemed and was willing to arrange Lu Guang's safety in a less traditional way

Qian Jin especially in the past is much more aligned with Lu Guang personality-wise whilst the more flexible and intuition-based Xiao Li is more aligned with Cheng Xiaoshi

[ordonianhero]

As the morning light began to light up the room. He shifted slightly. Dislodging the hot water bottle from his side. He slowly open his eyes, still heavy with sleep. He then let out a yawn and turned his head to the side, where he saw the older hero. Asleep. His feature looked like even with his eyes closed he was fighting something in his dreams. Rancher closed his eyes again and buried into Time side and buries in. Stirring the older hero awake. He looked over and softly smiled at his pup. He gently rubbed their side to ease them back to sleep.

[pianokantzart]

After reexamining Mario and Luigi's room, I wanted to expand on my theory about Luigi's photography hobby.

We've seen the digital camera and the little polaroids pinned to the wall, but there is also a microscope on his headboard. At first I thought it was a little out of place, since there was nothing else in the room that indicated a particularly strong interest in biological science (though I wouldn't rule out the possibility.)

However, there are digital camera adaptors for microscopes! so I'm thinking Lu has dabbled in the world of macro photography.

It makes sense to me. Luigi is shown to need a long amount of time to properly take in a new environment...

... but he also likes to pause and look really closely (often too closely) at things that catch his interest.

I can see these sorts of habits manifesting into a photography hobby. After all, if he has a picture he can look at things for as long as he wants, as closely as he wants, without annoying anyone or overstaying his welcome.

[ashwhowrites]

ohhhhh eddie munson x popular!cheerleader!reader

they’ve been dating for a few months & sometimes they’re sitting at his table & sometimes at hers with her cheer friends & the jocks. her girl friends have warmed up to him since seeing him being so cute to her but jason etc aren’t. but every time they even try saying something slightly mean she shushes them & ofc they listen to her. eddie adores her & when she moves her face he holds up the middlefinger to jason with a smirk💀

I loved this idea and it was fun to dabble in. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it <3

The tables

Eddie winning over the school's sweetheart, Y/N was a huge shock. She was the head cheerleader, teacher's pet, and everyone's favorite. She was sweet and friends with everyone. A complete opposite of Eddie, but maybe that's why they worked so well.

Hellfire loved having her around, and how happy Eddie was with her. She was friends with all of them and took the time to learn about them.

Even her friends warmed up to their relationship and began to like Eddie. The girls loved going to the bar to watch him perform, and Eddie loved that she didn't have to sit alone. Eddie watched their cheers as a return. They all supported each other.

Jason still wasn't a fan and his followers. They picked on Eddie whenever she wasn't around. But Eddie shrugged them off.

They switched off every day where they sat for lunch. Some days at the hellfire table and some days at the popular table.

Eddie's favorite thing about sitting at the popular table was how pissed off Jason got. All her cheerleading friends would talk to Eddie and engage in conversations, and Jason hated it. Eddie loved that he was accepted by the popular crowd.

"So during the campaign, Dustin just slams dow-"

"Tonight's game is going to be so good!" Jason said, cutting Eddie off.

Y/N rolled her eyes and looked at Eddie. Waving a hand in Jason's direction.

"Continue." She demanded. Everyone's attention was back on Eddie as they listened to his story about the campaign.

Eddie smirked and winked towards Jason as he started his story again.

~~~

On a different day, they cuddled at the hellfire table. Dustin and Mike going on a rant about a new video game. She listened closely as Eddie munched on carrots.

As they minded their own business, Jason walked up. A snarl on his face. "Hello, freaks." He sneered.

"Table. Go." She demanded, not even looking in his direction as she pointed her finger towards the popular table.

Jason sighed in defeat and stomped off to his table. The hellfire boys laughed as he marched away. Eddie leaned back and looked over at him, flipping him off, smirking when Jason huffed and looked away.

~~~

Eddie was talking with Chrissy as Y/N sat down. She kissed his cheek and cuddled into his side. The table engaged in a group conversation, Tracy needed advice about her boyfriend's troubles. Eddie loved gossip, and Y/N always filled him in on the latest about her friends. Eddie listened closely as Tracy ranted, nodding along.

"Well, I think that-" Eddie started, but was cut off from Jason. Eddie rolled his eyes as Jason quickly spoke.

"She doesn't need advice from trailer trash."

Y/N snapped her head towards Jason. A pissed-off expression on her face. She crossed her arms and leaned over the table.

"Shut your damn mouth."

After the one demand, Jason sat silently for the rest of the lunch period. Eddie finished his advice with a smile.

When Y/N stood up to throw away the table's trash, Eddie was quick to lean over the table and get in Jason's face.

"You're so her bitch." Eddie laughed and stood up. He followed Y/N out of the lunch room and wrapped his arm around her. He looks over his shoulder to flip Jason off one more time.

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[kittenintheden]

No Thoughts, Just Vibes

Oh, you know, just a little Solstice/Midwinter treat for you. Enjoy!

Rating: E Pairing: Astarion/Tav (descriptionless) (BG3) Content warnings: PWP, PIV sex, oral sex, sex toys, tooth-rotting fluff

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Their adventures by night in Faerún take them all over, from the Underdark to check up on Astarion’s siblings and their new spawn charges to Waterdeep in search of potential arcane solutions for certain undead individuals with sun sensitivity.

In fact, they find themselves entering Waterdeep just in time for Midwinter. The magicked streetlamps of the place glow golden and are festooned with all manner of wintery decorations, which feel oddly out of place in the seaside city but have a magic all their own nonetheless.

It’s just past dark when they approach a wizard’s tower, having spent the daylight hours getting to know the tavern and inn down the way while the sun still sparkled off the water. Now that it’s safe once again, Astarion and Tav ring the bell near the tower door and are greeted with a series of chiming meows in the style of a popular carol.

“He really doesn’t have to try so hard,” Astarion says, smirking despite himself. “And yet.”

“Let him be the dork of his dreams,” Tav chides playfully. “He deserves it. We all do.”

On cue, the large door of cypress wood before them swings open and their wizard friend holds out his hands in the foyer of his tower, arms wide.

“You made it!” Gale says, beaming. “Come, come inside. Please mind Tara, she’s been quite taken with the mistleberry and has made herself sick more than once despite my gentle reminders .” He yells the last words toward the spiraling staircase and from a nook nestled high in the wall, he receives a hiss in response.

“Relateable,” Astarion mutters as he comes inside, but he accepts an embrace from Gale nonetheless, giving him a stilted pat on the back.

Truly, the lot of them are glad their adventuring brought them to Gale’s doorstep. It’s nice to be off the road and surrounded by modern luxury again, and the wizard’s gone out of his way to ensure their modest celebration is full of delights. He’s even procured a top-vintage sanguine refreshment for Astarion.

“Did you imbue this with clove?” he asks, swirling it in his goblet and giving it another sniff.

“Not exactly,” Gale says, cheeks rosy from his own imbibed glass of wine. “Were you aware certain herbal and spiced components cross the blood barrier when inhaled or consumed? Give the resulting blood a bit of an essence for a certain frame of time. Garlic is the most common offender, but I thought I’d skip it, in this case. This donation came from a dear friend in the spice trade. One who doesn’t ask many questions and frequently dabbles in certain other trades.”

Astarion blinks against the verbal onslaught, then turns to Tav and says, “Hold on. Is that why I break out in hives after you’ve put too much garlic in your food?”

Tav’s also delightfully tipsy and she raises her glass to him. “I love you, dearest, but I’m not giving up garlic for you. Some prices are simply too steep.”

The night winds on and on like that until eventually Tav nods a sleepy head onto Astarion’s shoulder and he guides her off to bed in the spare room at the base of the tower. He returns to Gale, who’s ragaling Tara with his own rendition of “Marvelous Midwinter” to her great disdain.

“So, Gale,” Astarion says, interrupting to give Tara an appropriately respectful scritch on her head. “I have a bit of a favor to ask, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Not at all, my friend,” Gale says, swaying. “How can I help?”

Astarion reaches into his pocket and procures a folded bit of something. He hands it to Gale, who unfolds it and examines it with some curiosity before cocking a brow at him.

“Any possibility of, erm. Recreating something to this effect?” Astarion asks. “One tied to a command word, perhaps?”

“Oh, certainly,” Gale says, going into tinkering mode as he examines the object. “I would need a few components, but luckily I have them in stock, thanks once again to my spice merchant friend. A little bit of articifer ingenuity to craft an arcane battery, some relatively complex enchantment, and a… wait.”

Gale gives Astarion another look and the vampire tilts his head and smirks.

“Right, I’m not asking,” Gale says, eyes back on his new puzzle. “Give me a day.”

“Lucky we’ll be here for three,” Astarion says with a light laugh.

The morning of Waterdeep’s official Midwinter celebration dawns bright and mild, the sea breeze rustling through the thick curtains they keep drawn in the guest room to ensure Astarion doesn’t wake up with burns or worse. They doze in the double bed in their underthings, Tav draped across Astarion’s chest and breathing softly as she wavers in and out of sleep. He’d actually fallen asleep last night, pressed up safe against her, and now he smiles into her hair, tracing his fingers up and down her arm.

Eventually she stretches along the length of her body and yawns against his skin, resting her chin on him and looking up into his face. She blinks lazily and runs a finger over the length of his nose with a delicate touch.

“Morning, dear,” she says, voice still rusty with sleep.

“Happy Midwinter, my love,” he murmurs in return. “I got you a little something.”

“Oh?” Tav purrs, sitting up a bit. “Is it fun?”

He arches a brow. “I certainly hope so.”

Astarion tangles his fingers in her sleep-mussed hair and draws her to his mouth, kissing her deeply as she relaxes into his body, letting her tongue stroke against his. He rolls them both to their sides and hooks his leg over hers, taking his time as he lights up her skin in all the ways he knows she loves. She laughs, tilting her head back to expose her throat to him, and he licks along the column of it, though he doesn’t bite. He wants her fully aware this morning.

With one hand, he deftly undoes the clasps of her brassiere and tosses it aside. Her smallclothes follow quickly after. She hums, pleased, lazing onto her back as he kisses down her breastbone, palming one of her breasts and rolling his thumb over her nipple until it peaks. His mouth works at the other, teasing and swirling until she’s arching up into him and rubbing her thighs together.

“Is this my gift?” she sighs. “I like it.”

Astarion chuckles against the space below her breasts as he continues working his way down. “In part, I suppose. But not quite.”

He runs his tongue underneath her breast and then leaves her a moment to fetch something from the side table. She whines at his absence, but he doesn’t leave her waiting long. He rolls back over, slipping a ring snugly down onto the second knuckle of his middle finger.

She giggles. “Are you proposing to yourself? Fitting, honestly.”

“You’re cute when you’re lust drunk,” he says before he puts the weight of his body on top of hers, kissing her deep.

He hauls her leg up by the thigh, wrapping it around his waist so he has better access as he runs his hands down the length of her, gripping her arse tight before moving around to the front and teasing his clever touch between her legs. She’s already going wet, her arousal making for a smooth draw over her skin and she settles into it, a wide smile on her face, knowing she’s in a master’s hands.

Astarion grins. She has no idea.

He places his hand flat against her slit, cupping her and resting the ring against her in just the right place.

“ Deliciae ,” he whispers.

The ring sends a brief, rapid vibration through her core, just beside her clit, and Tav cries out in surprise, bucking her hips and gripping his biceps, her breath going erratic. She’s fully awake now, staring up into his face, wide-eyed.

“What in the hells,” she gasps.

Astarion gives her a light kiss. “I’d hoped you’d like it,” he says. Then, again, “ Deliciae .”

“Oh,” she says, her thighs shaking on either side of him as another vibration pulses through her. “Oh, dearest . Again.”

He's happy to comply, kissing her between her gasps and mewls, repeating the command word in a sultry whisper while he works her with his fingers in the meantime. His own arousal aches where it’s pressed against her hip and he gently grinds it against her for relief, just enough to keep his own head as he watches her break to pieces beneath him.

Tav rolls her head back and opens her mouth in a silent scream as her legs shake, incapable of holding back their shudders as a shivering, powerful peak comes over her under the little toy. It’s familiar but sweeter; her hips rise off the mattress and then slam down as she tips over the other side. Astarion feels her clenching and pulsing, strong and slick, and the entire ordeal is instantly worth it to bear witness to the unraveling. There is no pleasure, no greater high, than knowing he’s the one who brings her to this state. The one who has the privilege. The one she chose.

She blinks back to herself, a moan low in her throat as she tries to clear the spots in her vision. When she meets his eyes again, he’s panting himself, still rolling his hips to get some relief against her side. Her gaze clears as she breaks the surface of her pleasure and she growls, grabbing his face and bringing him down to her mouth, nipping his lower lip between her teeth until he whines from it.

“You liked my gift?” he whispers, breath quickened.

“Oh, yes,” she sighs. “Now let me give you yours.”

Tav’s hand snakes down their bodies to find his fingers and she takes them, slipping the ring off. He’s so dazed with lust that he lets her without thinking about it too much and gladly moves as she rolls them both until he’s the one on his back. Her mouth is so hot on his cooled skin as she places open mouthed kisses everywhere he likes – the space behind his ear, the place where shoulder meets neck, every rib on the way down. She spreads a hand in the center of his chest, over where his heart resides, and presses him into place as she licks down the line between his abdominal muscles.

Astarion’s cock twitches, throbbing against the weight of her body as she continues her path, and she uses her free hand to give him a rewarding squeeze and stroke, running the pad of her thumb over the split underneath the head. She gives his foreskin a little swirl, helping make sure it’s properly drawn down, and he thrusts up into her hand with a pleased murmur.

It’s taken time and significant gentle coaxing to get him to a place where he simply lets go and allows her to lavish him with attention. A lesson he’s forever learning, rewriting centuries of conditioning with care, with passion, with love. He closes his eyes and focuses on her touch, allowing himself the pleasures she’s happy to share with him.

With a slight jolt, he twitches when he feels her warm tongue follow the path of her fingers, rolling circles around the head of him and applying long licks down his length. Her fingers move to his sack, gently rolling his balls in her palm, warming them. She places a knuckle against the spot beneath them, kneading deep but gentle, finding the place that drives him wild.

“You are so good to me,” he sighs as she moves her mouth over his head again. “That’s so good.”

He senses her smile just before she swallows him down, taking his length halfway into her mouth and working him a few times before she pulls off and says, “ Deliciae .”

Astarion’s vision whites out as the knuckle pressing into his perineum sends a hard vibrating pulse through him at the same time she takes his cock in her mouth again. He gives a sharp cry.

“Bleeding hells,” he manages. “I… I…”

She pulls off of him, tears forming at the corners of her eyes, and says it again.

Pleasure upon pleasure crashes over him, lighting up his entire body as he writhes under her touch. She goes slow enough to make it delightfully tortuous, though it would be incredibly easy to push him over the edge in short order. She moves the enchanted ring, experimenting in different places – the base of his cock, the rim of his arse, the crease of his thighs – and each spot brings new sensations.

He’s an absolute mess by the time she draws back and crawls up his body, his hands weakly grasping at her hips as she sits up on her knees, gingerly reaching between her legs to hold his cock in place as she slides down onto it, both of them near sobbing at the sensation.

“I love you,” he manages with what little breath he can hold. “Gods, I love you, I love you.”

“Love you,” she breathes back as she rolls her hips hard against him over and again. “Love this. All of this.”

Tav rides him slowly, firmly, with intention. When they get to a point where they can’t help but pick up speed, grinding one another into oblivion, Tav lifts his shaking hand in hers and takes the ring from her finger so she can slip it back onto his, the movement reverent.

Astarion looks her in the face as he reaches down between them with his fingers spread over the base of his cock where they meet, resting the ring right alongside her oversensitive clit. 

“ Deliciae ,” they say together.

They shatter in the same moment, eyes rolling back, crying out to the morning light. The waves of delight roll like the tide outdoors, rising up the shore and receding back to the great unknown.

Tav collapses onto Astarion’s chest and his arms are so very heavy as he lifts them to wrap around her back. They breathe, and pulse, and live. Eventually, he begins tracing soothing patterns along her skin.

He clears his throat. “I take it that’s the inaugural positive review for Gale’s potential toy venture?” he says.

“Oh gods, that’s where…” Tav covers her face with her hands. “Oh gods, I have to go out there and see him.”

Astarion laughs and she laughs with him.

[museenkuss]

loving and moving my body this week - 🌸Totally Spies🌸 pt.1

Monday. cardio for kickboxing, martial arts fitness training [21 mins] // standing leg workout for strength & flexibility [13 mins]

Tuesday. Catwoman-inspired low-impact workout [8 mins] // E.T. dance workout [4 mins] + beginner front split stretches [16 mins]

Wednesday. pilates x barre [24 mins] // quick & intense dance cardio [10 mins]

Thursday. train like an angel masterclass [27 mins] // stretch and sweat [13 mins]

Friday. (post-mission wellness day) full body yoga stretch [11 mins] // Meditative yoga flow [18 mins]

Saturday. Christina vs. Britney HIIT dance workout [27 mins]

Sunday. beginner-friendly yoga sculpt [25 mins]

[28.04.-04.05.25] Girls...🧡❤️💚 I have a workout plan for you. The Totally Spies workouts were so much fun to assemble and I'm very excited to share them with you!! While the focus is on strength and flexibility, I tried to include a wide variety of styles (and sprinkled in some dancing) - so we're getting new missions every day. I hope we'll have fun with these :)!

~🌸~

More info on how I compiled this list and alternatives:

While Sam, Clover and Alex are extremely fit, we rarely see them work out - and when we do, it's usually PE stuff (running, climbing ropes etc). It was a little challenging to adapt that into home workouts. Apart from the martial arts aspect, their fighting styles rely heavily on flexibility (acrobatics), so I tried to build the plans around that theme without having access to a trainer, a gym, or super spy-flexibility (we're working on the last part). I also pulled from a variety of sources, since that made it more fun and since they simply are experts at anything. This first week is too short to include cheerleading, ballet, aerial, ice skating, etc etc, but they can do it all! (and we can have fun dabbling in it to target specific things we might usually not think of) 🧡❤️💚

I found the training the angels video on the preparations Cameron Diaz, Lucy Lu and Drew Barrymore went through for Charlie's Angels very inspiring (and super interesting!). We sadly don't have 8 hours a day to work on our individual fighting styles, but we'll make do!

Lastly, I wanted to include dance videos because, frankly, I could imagine that a lot of their daily "working out" sessions would just be them dancing together in Clover's lavish room... It just felt right. Originally, I wanted all of the songs to be from the early 00s, since that's when the show started, but since they're pretty much ageless and the show went on for much longer, I decided to just focus on the fun aspect of it. Still, the main focus is on girly pop music and most of it IS the Britney girlpop era (bc I happen to like that a lot and it feels right for them). On that note: I also tried to find videos that felt either like friends working out, or like 'we have this expert here to teach us this workout for our mission'. It's part workout, part playing pretend and, again, I had a ton of fun just assembling this. I hope you'll enjoy them as well!

~🌸~

In case the suggestion doesn’t feel right for that day, here are some alternatives (13 minutes or less, can also be used as add-ons). No shame in taking it slow! Let’s move according to our needs! :) bedtime yoga stretch to release stress & tension [13 mins]  // beginner’s ballet flexibility [8 mins]//  slow & smooth beginner belly dance workout [12 mins]  // lazy girl full body workout [7 mins] // express pilates [10 mins]

[lu-is-not-ok]

Lu's Guide to Sin Analysis

Welp, since my brain is too focused on having K Corp Hong Lu go full unga bunga in Mirror Dungeons to write full analyses, I decided I might as well give something else to all the people starving for Limbus Theory content.

So, here we are. A basic guide on how I approach the Sin Analysis portion of my analyses, covering my personal interpretations for each Sin, as well as how to use those when analysing both E.G.Os and Identities.

That way, ya'll can dabble in doing some of this on your own when I'm too busy grinding my way to 400 hours of play time on Limbus to write up full analyses.

Sounds good? Awesome. Under the cut we go, wheeeee!

Sin Interpretations

Let's start with the most important part - the Sins themselves.

I want you to take a moment and think about your own associations with those Sins. Perhaps your immediate thought is to take the words used literally. Maybe you immediately think back to the Biblical ideas of the Seven Deadly Sins. Mayhaps there's some other media you know that also uses Sins in some way, which you subconsciously default to when thinking about them.

Whatever those associations are, I want you to throw them away.

That's right. Whatever is telling you that Lust = Horny, Wrath = Angry, Envy = Jealous, etc, etc? Throw all of those preconcieved notions away.

This is the biggest mistake I see people make when trying to analyse Identities and E.G.O based on their Sins - they assume that those Sins have the same meanings in the context of Limbus as the popular, more common interpretations of them.

And while, sure, some of them can definitely overlap with what one would expect them to be, I think relying on those during analysis instead of trying to understand what the game itself is trying to tell us by using those Sins as symbols is doing its storytelling a massive disservice.

Do I think my personal interpretations of the Sins are a 100% accurate reading? No, of course not. I can't see into the mind of Kim Ji-Hoon or whoever else at Project Moon might have been the mastermind behind deciding what Sins connect to what. I have no way of knowing what exactly they intended here.

However, I do wish to believe that my interpretations not only strive to meet the game's storytelling on its own terms, but also hopefully make further analysis based on those interpretations a bit easier to wrap one's head around.

...God I really need to stop writing massive preambles and just get to the fucking point.

So let's actually get to The Fucking Point. Sin Interpretations, one by one. Let's fucking do it.

Wrath

The flames of revolution burn bright in the face of cold winds.

Wrath is the Sin of self-righteousness and defiance. To act with Wrath is to decide that one deserves better, that things around then should bend to their will, and then take matters into their own hands. It's the Sin of deciding one has the right to change something simply because they don't like the current state of things.

There are many ways one can act because of Wrath. It can show through trying to rebel against authority, to subvert one's fate, to escape one's unfavorable circumstances, or to even reject one's own true nature. To act with Wrath is to stand up for oneself and tell reality "No, I refuse!" loud and clear.

A common misconception of Wrath is the idea that anger is an inherent part of it. While it's true that those feelings often coincide with defiance, they're not required for one's acts to be fueled by Wrath. Some can be Wrathful while being completely calm and collected, as their acts of defiance could be more on the quiet and simmering side.

Likewise, being quick to anger isn't always a sign of Wrath. It's very possible for someone to have a short temper, while also being fully accepting of the reality they live in (Ryoshu, I am looking directly at you), thus lacking Wrath.

Lust

One's base insticts go all the way back to that genetic code.

Lust is the Sin of self-indulgence. It's the Sin of letting one's own desires and whims dictate one's actions. It's also the Sin of seeking personal fulfillment above all else. To act with Lust is to give up one's self-control and let one's instincts and wants guide them.

Unlike what the name and symbol might initially imply, Lust can include many different types of desires, not just the carnal.

Likewise, acts of Lust can be just as varied as one's desires. Satisfying one's most basic of needs, searching for a form of spiritual enlightenment, or even just saying the first thing that comes to mind because one feels like it are just a few examples.

Sloth

A stone will not care for what happens to it, nor the world around it.

Sloth is the Sin of apathy and resignation. Unlike other Sins, which mostly show through one's direct actions, Sloth can also show through inaction.

To act with Sloth is to ignore reality, to let oneself go along with whatever is happening with barely any complaints. As such, Sloth is commonly associated with blind obedience or unwillingness to act out.

Due to its nature as a Sin of resignation, Sloth can be seen as the direct opposite of Wrath, the Sin of defiance. This creates a unique situation where the inclusion of one can drastically shift the context of the other if both are a part of the same Identity or E.G.O.

Gluttony

Plants never stop waging wars, always wanting just a little bit more.

Gluttony is the Sin of hunger, and it's unique from the other Sins in that it equally represents two different ideas of that hunger, which can appear together just as often as they can be completely seperated.

The first type of Gluttony is one of the starving hunger of survival. In this context, to act with Gluttony is to do anything for the sake of scraping by and living to see another day.

The second type of Gluttony is the hunger for more, or in other words: greed. In this context, to act with Gluttony is to do everything for the sake of this idea of "more". To gain more wealth, to find more recognition, to make more progress.

Both of these types of Gluttony are unified in one main point - they are, by definition, endless. The struggle for survival never ends, unless one fails to survive. Likewise, there is no finite "more" that greed is reaching towards, it's a neverending process of one-upmanship.

Gloom

When a wave of emotion rises, many will be swept away in its wake.

Gloom is the Sin of dwelling on feelings. To act with Gloom is to be guided by one's negative emotions, to buckle under stress and let it control one's mind and actions.

While sadness, grief, and depression are the states of mind most commonly associated with Gloom, and are often a part of it, they're not inherent to it. The only "requirement" here is the experience of severe emotional duress, and acting out in direct response to it.

In a way, Gloom is the Sin of losing control over oneself, not dissimilar to Lust. However, the main difference here is the cause of losing that control. Gloom is the loss of self-control due to being overwhelmed by negative experiences, while Lust is the loss of self-control due to seeking out positive experiences.

Pride

Be careful, for that double-edged sword may cut you as well.

Pride is the Sin of ignoring consequences. Acts of Pride are all actions taken because of the belief that their benefits outweigh the cost in some way. While the most common way this can present is through actions that benefit oneself at the cost of others, it's not the only way Pride can manifest.

One can be Prideful when believing the benefit to many outweighs the consequences. Likewise, refusing to acknowledge the harm one brings to themself because their actions benefit them in some other way also counts as Pride.

The idea that Pride is inherently tied to selfishness or self-confidence is another common misconception. In fact, Prideful acts can manifest just as often from a lack of self-confidence or a misguided selflessness. Rather, one could interpret Pride as a form of willful ignorance, in a way.

Envy

Thorns don't go out of their way to harm, they merely react to your touch.

Envy is the Sin of reaction and retribution. It's the idea of doing something because of what someone else has done. By definition, one cannot act with Envy without some form of provocation.

Like is the case with many other Sins, acts of Envy can take many forms, from taking revenge to following orders. The main connecting idea here is letting oneself be influenced by another person, whether it's being coerced, provoked, ordered, or otherwise manipulated.

Out of all of the Sin misconceptions, seeing Envy as inherently tied to jealousy might be the worst one of all. While acts done out of jealousy would likely count as acts of Envy, they are but a miniscule part of the sheer scope that Envy represents.

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Alright, so you know what each of those Sins means. Now it's time to figure out how to Actually Apply Them.

Sin Affinities in the context of Identities

The main way Sins play a role in a given Sinner's Identity is through their Sin Affinities. Mechanically, these are the Sins attributed to each of their skills, signifying both their type of Sin damage and what Sin resource they generate upon being used.

However, this is Project Moon we're talking about, and these fuckers can't keep their gameplay mechanics seperate from the story to save their lives.

So, this begs the question: what can we learn about a Sinner's given Identity through their Sin Affinities?

Here is the method that I believe works best in my experience:

The Sin affinities of each of an Identity's skills represent a different layer of their psyche and motivations. I'm going to try to show what I mean by using base Identities of the four Sinners who already had their own Canto.

Skill 1's Sin Affinity is the surface level motivation of the Sinner's actions. This is the most obvious and "shallow" reading of them and their actions, and also likely the one the Sinners themselves are most aware of.

Gregor's Skill 1 is Gloom due to him being constatly haunted by his trauma, with much of his cynicism and dark-ish sense of humor being shaped by his war experiences. Rodya's Skill 1 is Gluttony due to her tendency to value material goods and love for food, which are signs of her greed and will to survive respectively. Sinclair's Skill 1 is Pride due to him taking many actions (such as sharing his father's secrets or giving Kromer his basement key) for their immediate benefits, without considering the consequences. Yi Sang's Skill 1 is Gloom due to him falling into deep depression and letting the trauma of the past shape his current actions.

Skill 2's Sin Affinity is a deeper motivation of the Sinner's actions. It's delving deeper into their psyche to see what guides them in less obvious ways. This Sin Affinity can also have noticeably closer ties to the Sinner's background in one way or another.

Gregor's Skill 2 is Gluttony due to him being driven by the will to survive, most notably expressed by him leaving the rest of the veterans to escape the war and try to live after it ended. Rodya's Skill 2 is Pride due to her fully believing in what she does working out in her favor, completely ignoring consequences on the way. Her killing the pawnbroker is the biggest example of an act of Pride, as she fully believed that it would help her neighbourhood despite the consequences that murder would bring. Sinclair's Skill 2 is Wrath due to him not accepting his circumstances. His want to defy his future prosthetics procedure is what eventually led him to agreeing with Kromer, and his will to defy her is what drove him through the events of his chapter. Yi Sang's Skill 2 is Envy due to his passive nature and how easily he lets other people dictate his actions. It's especially notable in how after the League fell apart, he would have been willing to do anything Gubo told him at that moment.

Skill 3's Sin Affinity is what I would like to call a Sinner's Core Sin. It's the true main reason behind their actions, and has a much closer and direct tie into their past than the other Sin Affinities. In a way, this is the deepest layer of their psyche.

Gregor's Skill 3 is Sloth as his resignation to his circumstances is what colors much of his past. He learned that resistance is futile early in life, and it shows. Though he didn't want to fight in the war, he felt like he had no choice but to. All of his life, he simply listened to orders without complaint, unable to see a way to change his situation. Rodya's Skill 3 is Wrath as her self-righteousness and defiance is what drove her actions at the deepest level. She first joined the Yurodiviye because she wanted to bring change the state of her neighbourhood, and likewise left them when she no longer agreed with how they did things. Her murder of the pawnbroker was her biggest act of defiance, of taking matters into her own hands and trying to bring change to her reality at all cost. Sinclair's Skill 3 is Envy as much of his actions were dictated by other people. Social pressure was what led to him first breaching the trust of his family, and Kromer's coercion and manipulation is what then led to his family's death. In a way, you could also interpret Sinclair's arc in Canto III as one big act of Envy, as he finally tries to take revenge on Kromer for what she has done. Yi Sang's Skill 3 is Sloth as his apathy to the reality around him is what led to him ignoring the warnings signs of the League falling apart, and the resignation that followed could have resulted in him helping Gubo and the New League out with their horrible plans had there not been an intervention. It's only by the end of Canto IV that he finally manages to break out of this state for long enough to stand up for himself and decide to keep on living.

So, that's the basics of Sin Affinities when it comes to Identities! Now, some of you might be asking, "Hey Lu, what about Sin resources needed for Passives?", and my answer to that is...

Honestly, I don't entirely know! I do think there probably is some reason beyond pure gameplay mechanics... Buuuuut I don't think their importance is as major as the main Sin Affinities of a given Identity, especially since there isn't a single Passive that is activated by a Sin that the given Identity doesn't have any Affinity to.

Sin Affinities in the context of E.G.Os

Alright, so, when it comes to E.G.O, we run into some additional complexities. Unlike Identities, which can usually have their Sins Analysed with minimal additional context, E.G.O Sin Analysis has to be done under a specific angle.

This is because while Identities represent the Sinner as a whole person, E.G.Os represent a specific singular part of that Sinner.

Base E.G.Os usually seem to tie back to a specific event or action or some other thing in that Sinner's past. Likewise, E.G.Os derived from Abnormalities represent the ways that Sinner connects to that Abnormality's own themes.

In a way, the game's worldbuilding even acknowledges the fact that a Sinner can only use the E.G.O of an Abnormality they relate to in some way, as Dante's Notes describe the process of the Sinners using E.G.O as trying to make the Abnormality's emotions and identity their own.

That little tangent aside, there are two main things to analyze sin-wise when it comes to E.G.O - the Sin Affinity, and the Sin Resources necessary to use that E.G.O.

An E.G.O Sin Affinity works similarly to an Identity's Sin Affinities - for a Base E.G.O, it's the main Sin that action manifests as. For an Abno-derived E.G.O, it's the Sin that contextulizes the way the Abno's themes connect to the Sinner in question.

The Sin Resources an E.G.O needs is where things get fun. These are what a Sinner needs to be able to use the E.G.O, both mechanically AND story-wise. The Sins here represent what a Sinner has as their motivation and drive to fully reflect what that E.G.O represents. For Base E.G.Os, it's why they took the actions they did. For Abno E.G.Os, it's why they connect to that Abno's themes and why they're able to relate to it.

Now... There is one more thing about E.G.Os that I don't really talk about.

Sin Resistances.

The reason why I don't talk about them... Is because I have No Fucking Clue how to interpret them. There has to be some importance to them (Hong Lu being weak to Wrath in all of his E.G.O thus far, I am looking at you), I just don't know what it is. In fact, I doubt we even have enough information available to us right now to be able to say for sure.

I don't know how to end these posts dear fucking lord-

So uh. Yeah. That's. Everything that I think is important to mention on the topic of Sin Analysis and how I do it. If I ever change my mind on something or have an epiphany regarding one of the things I currently have no idea about, I'll probably reblog this post with an addendum or something, but until then...

Uh. Yeah. Hope this helps the people who wanna get into analyzing Limbus stuff but don't know where to begin. Or just people who wanna understand the method to my madness a little bit better.

I'm gonna go to sleep now, cause it's 4 AM already and I spent like the whole fucking night writing this post.

[spectromagic]

A Lord Huron secret santa fic for @ancientnames! Warnings for drug use & overdose, alluding to an abusive relationship, mentions of death, poor formatting & taking creative liberty with LH lyrics and lore for this. I loved getting to explore Frankie Lou & Lady Moonbeam - I hope you enjoy reading this!

War has always loomed in over her head. When her family sent her away to America, it was to escape it. Finding a path in America had been a war of its own, one where she never felt talented enough to rise up above Whispering Pines with her music. It had thrusted her right into the arms of a man who became her beginning as well as her end, and Frankie knew after her first taste of Vide Noir that there was never any turning back. She had once foolishly thought that he could win all the little battles and she could still win the war, but she had learned quickly that a man with that sharp of a tongue just oozed charm and was likely to win everything he set his sights on conquering.

Even her.

He had won her favor so easily the night they met when he had spoken to her in Khmer. She had been so excited to earn his favor and get a job in his club. Now that same place that once held so much promise now felt like a cage. There was no escape. Every night she would perform, only to wind up being strung out on Vide Noir and traveling the cosmos for the next eight to ten hours. Francine Lu is lost among the stars. All that's left is Frankie Lou and all of her heartbreak at not being able to go back to the night they met so she could prevent herself from making one mistake after another.

Day in and day out, she wore her heart on her microphone, belting out soulful tunes that would lure in all kinds of people who could never lay claim to her. Even after Zozo had decided she was no longer of use to him personally, he never let her go. He had gotten her hooked on the drugs she had helped push to others, he built his empire on her back and now her sweat and tears kept her the gatekeeper of his attention. If pretty young things came in looking to sing, they went through her. If foolish teenagers from area gangs decided they'd get in over their heads and try to get in on the lucrative Vide Noir business? They were supposed to go through her at the club. She was willing to do whatever it took to keep her supply steady and her place secure.

She was a shadow of the girl she had once been, and the love she thought she had once been able to earn was no longer an option to her. Frankie had been placed in the same level of the mythological figures Z'Oiseau was obsessed with. She was his own personal Janus, one foot in her past even as she looks to the future she can never have. Though sometimes she felt more like a Cerberus guarding his underworld and keeping all the poor souls who were hooked on his particular brand of astral darkness from escaping back to the world of the living. Being regulated to a liminal deity in a madman's personal canon of mythology was miserable, but at least she felt she controlled the transition from the unknown to the familiar.

And maybe that was why she kept her bond with Tarbell so strong. He was the only one who could see through all that bullshit and call it as it really was. Frankie Lou stood a chance of making it out of the war on her humanity as long as she clung hold of people who made her feel alive, as long as she kept familiarity close to her heart. That could explain her current fascination with a young woman who had started frequenting the club. Not to drink, not to dabble in Vide Noir. Lady Moonbeam was a businesswoman of sorts who spoke in fortunes and had a smile that rivaled the brightness of every star in the sky. Frankie could still remember the night they met, and wished every single day they could go back to it so she could relive it over and over again.

Being used was something she was used to, and she assumed that was all Moonbeam's frequent appearance in the club was. There were worse things than being used to get information. But the initial attempts to get information about Zozo out of her led to genuine conversations. And eventually trust was earned, and Frankie learned about Moonbeam's connections to an area gang called the World Enders. They were her friends, the younger woman insisted, and Frankie didn't care one bit about the conflict of interest. It was nice to have someone to talk to who genuinely saw and heard her, and even better to have someone who inspired her to find herself again.

Lady Moonbeam's appearances started as sporadic, never so frequent that anyone would recognize her. But oh, of course Frankie did. Those visits became more and more common, to the point where all she had to do was glance up in the chorus of Love Like Ghosts and she'd see that beautiful, familiar face watching her from the same seat every time. That comforting familiarity eventually ended in an invitation to her dressing room. That first visit had been simple and sweet, two women full of secrets attempting to navigate a growing attraction that neither of them fully understood how to make sense of.

It was during one of her sets where she was crooning The Night We Met and her eyes met Moonbeam's across the room that Frankie realized she was in deep. This wasn't just an innocent flirtation. This was something more, a genuine connection that had led to an intense attraction. That night, the visit to her dressing room ended in their first kiss. And oh, that first kiss had quickly escalated to so much more. It had been so funny that night how a knock on the door had led to them both scrambling to get their clothes and hurrying to make themselves look presentable before the club manager could come in to escort Frankie back for her nightly hit to keep her compliant.

Frankie had been with other women before. She wasn't new to being attracted to a pretty face. Moonbeam on the other hand, was newly out and just dipping her toes into experiencing intimacy with the same sex. In some ways, she knew that it was dangerous to get involved with someone when she was bound to be their first love. Not that she would ever admit it out loud, not even to Moonbeam herself. That secret would always be Frankie's to keep near and dear to her own heart, though it must have been so ridiculously obvious.

Tonight's set had been intentionally short, just to give them more time together in her dressing room. It was Moonbeam who suggested slipping away unnoticed, and although Frankie knew that wouldn't be truly possible she pretended that it would be just fine. After all, why would Z'Oiseau care that she had found someone? The relationship he had once had with her was long since over. He had discarded her and left her trapped in his club, a songbird he would never truly set free. Maybe sneaking out to Moonbeam's car to drive out to the docks and hide away in the backseat felt like an act of defiance. Frankie knew she'd go back, she couldn't leave the Vide Noir behind. No matter how much she wished she had never met her dealer, she knew she wasn't strong enough to give up the drug he supplied her with. She would walk through hell and back before she gave up the feeling of obliterating time and space.

"I want a part of you that no one can claim," Moonbeam whispered in her ear as they laid together in the back seat. Frankie's eyes watched the fogged windows as she tried to laugh off that request.

"I'm afraid that's just not possible." Teasing felt cheap, and Frankie wanted to do right by this woman. She was so fearless, so confident. She admired her bravery and her light, and wanted to kindle it so it stayed as bright as it could for as long as possible. Eventually she'd do something to dampen Moonbeam's warmth, but she hoped it wouldn't be tonight.

"You don't have to act like that. Like I'm one of the men that wants to use you."

Frankie dryly chuckled, knowing she had been called out. "Oh sweetling, you want me to give you something to feel you're not wasting your time. You want something that's going to cut straight to your heart, when you haven't even told me your real name."

And she supposed she could do that. After all, she hadn't shared her real name either. She had come to care for Moonbeam, and she wanted to have happiness even though she knew it would be short lived. Everything on Earth was fleeting, and if the balancer had it their way, she'd be gone sooner than later as punishment for everything she had done to put Vide Noir out on the streets and into the hands of innocent people.

"I want you to have this," she murmured thoughtfully, reaching into the top of her dress to pull out the ever present pendant she wears on a gold chain. Z'Oiseau had given it to her so long ago, back when he first charmed her. That emerald star had once felt like a promise of prosperity. Now she recognized it as a collar, a tether that kept her chained to him as soon as she accepted it and marked herself as belonging to him.

"The one from your album cover? But you've never taken this off."

That perceptive comment made Frankie smile sadly, and she quickly removed the necklace to place it in Moonbeam's hands. When it's just held there palm up, Frankie closes her lover's fingers around it to signal that it's hers now.

"And that's the part of me that no one else can claim. All my hopes and dreams are in there. It's my heart, you know. And now it's in your hands. I'm giving you my heart. Now if anything happens and we can't see one another any longer, you'll always know you have it. Come what may, in the end, you promise me you'll keep that safe."

Honestly, she felt naked without that necklace on. Her emerald star was her guiding light, something that helped her feel less lost when she was traversing the stars on Vide Noir. Without it, she may never find her way back. But she knew that would be what was best not only for Moonbeam and her safety now that they were close, but everyone else too. Anyone that tried to get close to her wound up missing. Frankie wasn't stupid enough to pretend she didn't know they were black brained and lost to the world. Just because no one had said something directly to her face didn't mean that word hadn't already gotten back that she had run off with someone.

The second Z'Oiseau knew she was a willing participant and had an interest in Moonbeam, she'd go missing too. It was for the best that she give her that necklace and put some distance there. She thought that even though it went unspoken, Moonbeam knew it too. As good as this was, as close as they had become, it couldn't continue. Not only was it unsafe, they were both aware Vide Noir had its claws in Frankie and she didn't want it to let her go.

She thought of that night often in her final days that turned into her last weeks. In order to put up a barrier between her and Moonbeam she found some handsome young man to be her very public paramour. Moonbeam's visits became less frequent, and Frankie noted with satisfaction that their last visit was strictly business. They talked about the World Enders and her friendship with Alex Redmayne, about clients that visited her fortune telling popup. Frankie listened with a sense of peace and contentment, knowing that she left the physical manifestation of her heart and soul in good hands.

It was three weeks later that she turned up dead in the back seat of a parked car alongside her new boyfriend, the newspaper claiming a drug overdose brought on by a whirlwind romance the cause. Vide Noir was never once mentioned, which anyone who knew Frankie could say was bullshit. It wasn't just drugs, it was a forceful overdose on the most addictive substance the world had ever known. The trouble with being black brained was parts of you lingered out in space despite the body being incompatible with existing in reality. Without having that touchstone of her emerald star, she remained lost and constantly floating. Lost in a black void for all eternity. Her song was a satellite, reaching out for anyone that was out there and might listen to her tears.

A few months after her death, Moonbeam was listening to Alive From Whispering Pines after a particularly long night. Tubbs Tarbell's familiar voice twanged through the radio, and she felt her heart clutch in her chest as he brought up Frankie Lou. It sunk right down to her feet as the next caller sounded an awful lot like Frankie herself. It was only after the caller's words really sunk in that Moonbeam realized there was no one else it could be. She almost turned off the radio after that, but morbid curiosity kept her dialed in. About fifteen minutes later, Moonbeam was draped across her couch clutching that emerald star necklace in her hands.

"Oh Tubbs, where am I?”

The unmistakable voice of Frankie was marred by static, and all Moonbeam could do was hold the necklace tighter.

"Is there anybody out there?"

Tubbs tried to answer, but it was obvious that he was shaken by what he was hearing. Moonbeam refused to admit it to herself, but she was too. It was like Frankie's soul was still out there in a cosmic void, unable to be at rest because she didn't have her emerald star to guide her.

"I'm alone in this place. Is there anybody out there?"

A tear slipped down Moonbeam's cheek, and she was quick to wipe it away. As the broadcast ended early with pure static and something that sounded like haunting sobbing, she turned off her radio and set out into the night. It was late, but there was something that needed to be done. There weren't many nice areas down by the docks. But right by where they had parked her car only a month before was a small strip of grass. She crouched down on it and used her bare hands to dig up what she could. Deeper and deeper she dug, like she was making a grave. The emerald star was deposited down inside and buried, and Moonbeam felt like she had done what she could to give Frankie's soul peace.

A week or two later, she'd learn that Frankie's supposed favorite necklace was auctioned off after her death. It was some huge, decorative thing. Flashy and prominent as she wore it on stage almost every night. It had been purchased by a buyer who put it right into a safety deposit box. It left her wondering if she had ever truly known Frankie at all. Months later, when Moonbeam felt like she was ready to dig it up, she went back to uncover the Emerald Star. Thankfully, it hadn't been found by anyone else. In all the time she had it, she never had really examined it up close. She took it home to clean it up, and in the process she realized it wasn't just a pendant. It was a locket with an emerald on the outside.

Inside were two pictures. On the left side, an old tattered image of what must have been Frankie as a child with her parents. On the right, an image of the two of them taken in the dressing room. The picture of them is removed and examined up close, and Moonbeam noted the words penned on the back.

"Francine S. Lu's last love," she whispered, and laughed as she realized how cruel the Balancer could be. She didn't believe in things like fate, didn't believe in the afterlife. But it still felt like her first love had sent her a message from beyond.

The phone rang seconds later, and she set the pendant and pictures aside to go pick it up. Anyone calling this late had something important to say. It was Alex, asking her to keep an eye out for his younger brother Johnnie. No one had seen him in days. He wouldn't come out and say it, but it was obvious he was worried. She knew she needed to drop what she was doing and head out to help him. A final glance was spared at what remained of Francine Lu, and Moonbeam felt a sense of peace as she realized the fight for having a piece of Frankie that no one else could lay claim to was a war she had already won.

[legendofzoodles]

His girl is just vibing this chapter

Art credit @linkeduniverse

[shitzu-recs]

In Defiance we find Hope

by BlueEyedArcher on ao3

mature

50/50 chapters (cont. in another work)

word count: 264,233

SUMMARY:

For Firelord Zuko and Ambassador Sokka, the war has ended and they spend their days now, four years after peace has flourished across the land, putting down cells of Ozai's sympathizers and forging their relationship behind closed doors. When the Gaang takes up a mission to squash the very last of Ozai's supporters, Zuko and Sokka are caught in a collapsing tunnel and buried alive. Seemingly escaping the kiss of death, they wake to a world that is not their own.

At the behest of spirit dabbling, both Sokka and Zuko are thrown into an alternate reality that mirrors their own. Sixteen again, they face the massive jarring changes of what could have been their lives had the war gone differently. Aang never woke up from the iceberg. The Southern Waterbenders were never targeted and the Southern Tribe is a close twin to the North's elitist personality. Iroh never lost Lu Ten to the siege of Ba Sing Se and the strangest change of all, Ozai is a loving parent to his beloved son.

Together, Sokka and Zuko need to find a way back to their own world and bodies, and figure out what the spirits intended for them in this strange dreamlike world.

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AHHH IT'S SUCH A GOOOD FFIIIIICCCCC

also does anyone have BlueEyedArchers tumblr?

[ekwolfwriter-blog]

WIP Zutara Month Challenge: Meet Cute/Ugly

Honestly, this one is a bit of a challenge for me. Not that I could not do meet cute, but mostly because I associate meet cutes/ ugly with modern stuff. And while I have dabbled with modern stuff, I have been trying to stay closer to the time period of the characters - at least for me.

Definitely can recommend one or two meet cutes that are pretty sweet and fit that modern feel.

As for this challenge, I think I am going to twist the prompt a bit and show a bit of a meet cute that is a set up for a bigger plot.

For context of this plot: This AU is a no war AU - well not yet at least. A version where the North and South are kinda like the same in terms of a royal class that rules over the rest, and the royal blood must rule - does not matter if male or female. There is on tradition, in order to succeed, one must be married and approve by the council of the water tribe elders to be come the ruler (it is vague because it is a fairy tale). Katara is a princess in this story and Zuko, banished from his home and sent to the Southern Water Tribe for protection, ends up meeting Katara as a young princess.

Eventually, they will grow up together. Zuko becomes her personal knight/ guardian as she gets more rambunctious, but they grow and care for one another; and become close enough that they are in love. But traditions keep them apart... for now. So, here is how their meet cute went:

Zuko looked over at the training ground as he is trying to think of something to cheer his princess up from this news of having to be married to someone else. He saw the new soldiers fighting and sparing and some of them stumbling, but all the while a few laughs. Zuko chuckled as well.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Zuko asked.

Katara glanced up at him from the ground, still had tears in her eyes a little. "What?"

"I was just thinking about the first time we met. How different things were then?" he said as he was recalling the first time Uncle brought him to Madame Kana many years ago, asking the matriarch at the time to take him under his wing after an incident scarred and banished him. Zuko was shut down then, and had a bandage over his left eye so he could not see or hear much.

Katara thought about it as she nodded. "I recall. Sokka and I were trying to see what was going on. And it did not help the grown ups were trying to shoo us away while your uncle and Gran Gran were talking."

Zuko nodded. "I don't remember much of what they were talking about. But there was something that caught my attention that day."

Katara looked up at him softly. "What caught your attention?"

Zuko glanced down at her, his golden eyes seemed to flicker with a teasing look. "A pair of soft blue eyes that was being too fussy about leaving and not missing out on something new."

Katara rolled her eyes and smirked. "Well not my fault I was curious."

"Curious enough to try and sneak glances at me as I was being escorted to the training halls?" Zuko teased as he thought about it.

It was a hard day for him as his uncle basically asked Zuko to hide him away. That much he knew. As he got older, the details were clearer to him as to why, and talks with his uncle and Lu Ten over letters, and even with the matriarch herself explaining to him why, it made sense. But the pain then as a child being left behind in a world so foreign from his own, and with people that did not seem to like him or want him. And yet a waterbending princess seemed to follow and break the rules to keep watching him. Staring at him like she was trying to figure out something about him that drew her to him.

Katara blushed as she turned her face away. "I just wanted to make sure you got there safely. It is only right."

"If that is what you say, my princess," he smirked as he looked away.

Katara returned her gaze up at him as he was looking away. "If I recall, you were not exactly the most talkative and seemed to have more bite to you than what the other guards were willing to put up with. And at least I was the only one willing to face you. Even Sokka would not spar with you until you were finished training."

Zuko chuckle as he nodded as well. "True. Even if I was doing the same exercises, no one really wanted to fight against a fire bender. Given our reputations."

Katara stiffened as she looked away again. She remembered following Zuko out of fear that maybe he would snap at someone, and while he did, Katara did not see him use firebending like the rumors said. If anything, he was just a scared kid, doing his best to not give the others reasons to attack him. Well give them reasons to hurt him more than she knew they did as she would find him in the sick bay, beat and hurt. And how she saw his scar the first time.

Katara took a breath as she spoke: "Firebenders are more than capable of showing compassion and care. You just need to let others see it."

Zuko looked at her and nodded. "You remembered?"

Katara nodded. "Of course, I remembered it vividly," she said softly. "It was the first time you let me heal you. Even if you were snappy."

Zuko chuckled again. "Well can you blame me when an nearly 8 year old comes up and heals you and has more wisdom in her words than half the grown ups? I thought you were mocking me at first."

Katara rolled her eyes. "If I was mocking you, I would have challenged you to sparring."

"You did that too. And then rightfully kicked my butt," Zuko added as he smiled.

Katara smiled. "I still think you let me win then. I was no where near good as I am now."

And going to stop there, otherwise, I will go all night. But this one, I do hope to make into a story. But I just need to figure out when. If people are interested, please let me know!

[thegaangneedstherapy]

ZUKKA FANFIC

(I forgot to post these so prepare for a lot in the near future)

In Defiance We Find Hope by BlueEyedArcher

For Firelord Zuko and Ambassador Sokka, the war has ended and they spend their days now, four years after peace has flourished across the land, putting down cells of Ozai's sympathizers and forging their relationship behind closed doors. When the Gaang takes up a mission to squash the very last of Ozai's supporters, Zuko and Sokka are caught in a collapsing tunnel and buried alive. Seemingly escaping the kiss of death, they wake to a world that is not their own.

At the behest of spirit dabbling, both Sokka and Zuko are thrown into an alternate reality that mirrors their own. Sixteen again, they face the massive jarring changes of what could have been their lives had the war gone differently. Aang never woke up from the iceberg. The Southern Waterbenders were never targeted and the Southern Tribe is a close twin to the North's elitist personality. Iroh never lost Lu Ten to the siege of Ba Sing Se and the strangest change of all, Ozai is a loving parent to his beloved son.

Together, Sokka and Zuko need to find a way back to their own world and bodies, and figure out what the spirits intended for them in this strange dreamlike world.

[bokettochild]

I thunked a thought about an LU AU that I can't write myself cause I dunno how to write the LU Boys but

LU Into The Woods AU

like, the musical

I'm an absolute theater kid :)

I actually have never seen Into The Woods, although I've heard some about it and there was a local production of it some years ago here. If you know about a good place I could learn about it I'd really appreciate it!

Honestly, I'm a sucker for LU AUs, so even just dabbling and daydreaming about a new one could be a ton of fun :)

[ghosthoard]

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Call me spooks or ghost!

i steal pronouns (i go by any), I'm in my late 20s (i remember pagers), i block bigots, I’m anti-censorship

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