#the ring is key uwu

[potahun]

TSME WEEK2024 Day 6 Prompt: "Love"

some more daiala fluff uwu

[flametrashiraarchive]

Reader teaching Haganezuka how to eat that kittykat and fuck it properly because we all know he's a virgin still uwu

(bonus points for size kink, implied age gap [reader 20s])

(bonus points and cookies for Haganezuka being so focused, listening very intently to the puss eating lesson but gets super into it and tunes out reader as he begins to figure what to do and he can't stop himself from overstimmulating reader, which has reader smacking his head so he finally lets go)

Argh yes okay here we go! I love this beautiful nutjob and I got carried away. (I left the age of the reader ambiguous because personally I am old as shit, but I think I get cookies still for the overstimmulating?)

Also... I really want to write a part 2. I want us to take care of him after the events of season 3 because I just know that once the adrenaline wore off this poor man was hurting so bad.

Anyway, enjoy!

UNBREAKABLE, UNQUENCHABLE.

F!Reader x Hotaru Haganezuka

Content Guidance: cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, overstimulation, not stopping when reader tells him to (reader is still into it though)

Minors DNI.

"I don't make swords for civilians," the swordsmith said, his voice deep and his tone final. He turned away from you, continuing his journey down the mountain path, the soft thud of his footsteps accompanied by the gentle tinkling of the windchimes hanging from his hat.

Your heart sank for a moment before you steeled your resolve and renewed your determination. It was never going to be easy and you'd mentally prepared for rejection. This swordsmith was infamous for his unbending resolve and temper. 

Running a step ahead of him, you turned to stare into the wide bug-eyes of his hyottoko mask. "Please, Haganezuka... I need a nichirin blade."

He continued walking as if he expected to simply pass through you. "No."

"But it's the only thing I can use to kill demons."

He paused. "Demon slayers kill demons. Not civilians. No sword for you."

"I am a demon slayer, just not an official one." You brace yourself for a telling off. Usually whenever you admitted to going rogue you were met with lectures about the proper way to do things and told to leave things to the demon slayer corps— but their numbers were dwindling and you'd never quite figured out breathing styles well enough for your sensei to agree to send you to final selection. Still, hacking and slashing got the job done with the right blade. "Please, Haganezuka. I had a sword with your stamp on it before. It was the best blade I've ever had and—"

"Where did you get it?" His voice was strained as if forced between gritted teeth.

"I found it..."

"SOMEONE LOST MY SWORD?"

"Yes... maybe, but I found it. It served me well and I really want another."

He turned his face away from you slightly, making the windchimes ring. "What happened to it? Did you lose the sword too?"

"No, it broke."

You could've sworn he was vibrating. "m-m-m-m-m-m-my SWORD???"

The elongated lips of the mask poked your cheek as he stepped right up against you. His haori concealed the true size and density of his body, but with him standing so close, you could tell he was muscular and incredibly strong. He was also apparently unhinged, but then again, you reasoned, what was life without a little zest?

“YOU BROKE MY SWORD??”

You'd been pre-warned that his swords were the key to winning him over, so you kept your voice level as you emptied your arsenal. "Your sword was the finest sword I have ever seen. It was an honor to wield it, Mr. Haganezuka. Not even the blade of a hashira could compare to the sublime craftsmanship of that sword. I dream about that sword." You placed a hand on his chest, feeling the heat of his body pulse against your palm as you added in a lower, more sultry tone. "And I've dreamed about meeting the artist who forged such a perfect sword for a very long time."

His chest rose sharply as he pushed out the only response he could manage; a strained, breathless grunt.

Taking his broad, calloused hand in yours, you gazed into the eyes of his mask. "Mr. Haganezuka... please make me a sword?"

The trees swayed overhead, the sigh of the leaves the only break in the utter silence between you and the swordsmith.

"Mister Haganezuka?"

The windchimes tinkled. "Tell me your name."

You told him, and he repeated it back, slowly and carefully as if trying it out.

The mask's mouth moved to your nose as he stared you in the eyes. "Mine is Hotaru. Do you need a husband?"

"I... uhh..." you stammered, suddenly feeling very warm as the heat of his burly frame pulsed against you. "Do I need a..."

He carefully removed the hyottoko mask and with it, removed every particle of air from your lungs. Ravenette hair threaded with silver, amber eyes which glowed like the forge, dark, severe eyebrows which slanted downward as he awaited your answer. He was... beautiful, treading the fine line between painfully pretty and achingly rugged.

"Yes." You said firmly. "Yes I do need a husband."

-------------------------------------------------------

Two days later you were married to Hotaru and about to spend your first night at the Swordsmith Village. Ordinarily, outsiders had to undergo a lengthy initiation process to ensure the village remained a secret, but the village chief fast-tracked your application and damn near pulled you through the gates himself.

It seemed he was just as keen as you were to get your marriage to Hotaru underway. In fact, the whole village pitched in to ensure your wedding went ahead quickly and without a snag.

“Thank you for marrying Hotaru,” the village chief whispered while you were in the middle of your vows. “You have no idea the relief you have brought to the village. We were beginning to lose hope. He has never shown any interest in anything besides swords. Once Hotaru finds something to focus his attention on it's nigh impossible to tear him away from it.”

Before you knew it, you were a wife, married to a man so introverted he spent the majority of your wedding day hiding behind a tree, peering out at you as you chatted to the villagers. In fact, he only came out from behind the tree when someone walked over to congratulate him on the marriage, and even then it was only to find a different tree to hide behind.

"Hotaru..." you sighed adoringly as you slipped away from the crowd to stand beside your husband in his hiding spot. "Are you unhappy?"

He shook his head. "No. I'm happy."

"Ah... You just prefer to be alone?"

"Yes. With you. I want to be alone with you."

He was a strange man, but he melted your heart with every other word. And Gods, he was beautiful. You yearned for him like no other. You craved him.

"Husband, for my wedding gift, will you—"

"No sword for you," he said firmly. "No fighting demons. No risking your life. You are my wife now and it's my job to protect you, even if that means protecting you from yourself. So no sword."

You couldn't help but smile. It seemed Hotaru's dedication to being a husband was as intense as his dedication to smithing.

"I promise, no more demon slaying, but I wasn't going to ask about the sword."

"Oh?"

You leaned in and whispered against his ear. "I was going to ask you to take me to bed."

His orange eyes snapped to your lips as though he couldn't quite believe what you had said. He cleared his throat and tried to speak but only managed a choked grunt.

Silence descended between you until he finally found his voice. "I don't know how to do… those things."

"I can teach you."

He didn't speak. He simply took your hand in his and led you away from the wedding party and deep into the woods. After a minute he looked back at you and picked you up, carrying you against his burly chest.

"Where are we going?" you asked.

"A place where we can be alone. They won't find us."

He carried you a little further, to a small, seemingly abandoned work shed. Inside there was a small forge and smithing tools, and a small living area with a bed and basic amenities. The air was thick with the lingering tang of smoke and molten steel.

"Is... this our home?"

Hotaru shook his head. "This is where I come to work in peace when I really need to concentrate.''

He set you down carefully beside the bed and waited. Except, he wasn't simply "waiting." Hotaru's eyes drank you in, gazing at you with soft reverence. He was so big, so intimidating and by all accounts completely lacking any kind of social skills, but you had won his heart entirely. He was softer than molten steel for you, and more than willing for you to hone and hammer him into the shape you desired him to be.

"Teach me," he said. "I'm ready."

You nodded, your heart thrumming with the anticipation of what was to come. "Okay. Would you like to use your fingers? Your tongue? Or your cock?"

"Yes. All. Teach me how to use them."

Marrying this strange man had definitely been one of your better decisions.

Closing the space between you, you wrapped your arms around your husband's neck and gazed into those fiery eyes. "Well, we should start with a kiss. Do you know how to do that?"

His brow knitted. "Yes of course I know how to kiss."

"Good. Then kiss me, Hotaru."

He leaned down and pecked your cheek.

"Was that good?" An expectant look lingered on his face, faltering by the second. "I... that's what you want, isn't it? Do you want more? I can give you more."

Gods, the man was completely uninitiated.

Still, you couldn't help but smile as he eagerly peppered your cheek with little kisses; dozens of them, soft and dry and so sweet. His brow remained furrowed in concentration throughout, and you remained patient as he expressed his devotion. But when they inched closer to the corner of your mouth you turned your face to press your lips to his. 

The moment your lips touched, he froze, eyes wide as you gently and slowly pulled him into your kiss.

His lips were still and stiff beneath yours as he adjusted to the new sensation. And then they softened. Gradually, tentatively, he followed your lead. His lips crept across yours, careful and slow like he was learning the steps to a new dance and didn't want to tread on you.

You licked the seam between his lips, easing your tongue through the gap as he inhaled sharply and he brought his hands to your waist.

And then something inside him snapped. A restraint cut loose.

He wound his arms around you, lifting you off the ground. The strength in his arms was breathtaking; forged by decades of tireless labor, and now wholly dedicated to you as he pushed you down onto the bed and slipped his tongue into your mouth, exploring this newfound pleasure.

Your kisses awakened a voracious appetite in him and before long he was devouring you with heated passion, barely giving you time to breathe. It was as if he had gone his entire life without intimacy, but once the dam had cracked it was impossible to stop the flood.

His tongue stroked yours again and again as his tough hands skated up the length of your legs. When he reached your knees he granted your tingling lips a reprieve, kissing your throat as he pushed up the skirt of your wedding dress and squeezed the tender flesh of your thighs with a wanton groan. 

"My pretty wife," he growled as you shifted beneath him, craving his touch. "Tell me how to make you feel good."

You parted your legs, pulling your skirt up all the way to reveal yourself to him. A sharp intake of breath expanded Hotaru's chest as he looked down at your pussy. A muscle in his cheek danced and his grip on your thighs tightened as his eyes filled with a look of pure hunger.

"Do you want to touch me?" you asked, your breaths coming in shallow bursts as anticipation coiled in your belly.

His answer was barely a whisper. "Very much." He swallowed hard. "May I?"

"Please... please do," you whispered, your need for him drowning out the rest of the world. It was just you and Hotaru, and nothing else mattered. 

The sound of his shaking breaths was the only break in the silence. His hand left your thigh and he gently brushed his fingertips along the edge of your folds. 

“Soft,” Was the only word which emerged from his lips as he stared and explored the shape of you. His orange eyes were focused, his perpetually furrowed brow somehow even more severe. Hotaru was lost in concentration, entirely focused on mapping the curves and ridges of your cunt.

You lay there on the bed, letting him find his bearings. His gentle exploratory touches sent shivers through your body. Those rough, calloused fingers touched you with such care and attentiveness. His eyes snapped back to yours every time you made a sound or breathed a little harder.

Hotaru was a devoted craftsman– his hands finely tuned tools– and they were dedicated entirely to your pleasure. He found your entrance and pushed a finger into you, watching intently as your pussy clenched around it.

You sighed in pleasure. "Gods, Hotaru, you're making me so wet…"

"Is that good? Am I making you happy?"

"Yes. That's good."

"Hm," he muttered, as if filing the information away. "A wet wife is a happy wife."

A sharp gasp escaped you as he nudged the hood of your clit with his thumb and his lips curved into a smile. 

"You like this, don't you?" He hummed pensively and circled your clit, spreading your wetness.

Squirming beneath him, you nodded as the heat on your cheeks blossomed. "Yes, Hotaru. Keep doing that."

Gods, those rough hands. They sent jolts of pleasure surging through your body as he lavished attention on your clit, fascinated by the way it swelled as he worked with dogged determination. He added another thick finger to your cunt, stretching you deliciously.

A quiet groan emerged from him as you began to fuck yourself on his fingers, hard and fast as he rubbed your clit. He watched you intently, his lips parting in sync with your cry as your first orgasm of the night rocked through your body.

"Oh look at you, my pretty wife with your sensitive little bead." He moved down your body, lowered his head and nuzzled your clit with his nose. 

"Ho-taru…"

The wet heat of his mouth closed over your tender bud, pulling another cry from your lips. 

"Ah! You like that too," he murmured as he knelt between your knees, his long, dark hair spread like strands of seaweed across your thighs. 

"Yes. D-do it again… please… use your tongue."

“My tongue?”

You sucked in a breath as he licked your clit with the tip of his tongue, tasting your essence. 

He groaned. "Mm~ fuck, this is good." 

"More… please…" 

In response to your demand, he raised his hand to press his thumb against your lower lip. "Show me how to lick you well."

Gods, this man. You took his thumb into your mouth, showing him exactly what to do, licking the tip of it as if it was your clit. He groaned as you lapped his thumb, his eyes fluttering shut as his jaw clenched. 

"That feels… huh…" He bit back a groan before burying his face in your pussy and replicating the motion on your clit.

Thank the Gods he has the foresight to take you away from the village, because the sounds he pulled from you were unholy. He was eager and so receptive to your lessons.

Hotaru put everything he had into eating your pussy; the slick, sucking sound of his mouth and his hot, wet tongue accompanied by your desperate cries. With every passing moment his confidence grew, pumping those thick fingers into you and curling them against your walls, his mouth and fingers working in tandem to give you more pleasure than you ever expected. 

As he pleasured you, he ground his hips against the mattress, groaning as he pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth. It was too good, too intense. Your senses were flooded with him; the sight of that beautiful man devouring you, the acrid scent of the forge, the lewd wet sound of his mouth on your cunt. And Gods, nothing had ever felt so good before. 

Hotaru was born to forge swords and eat pussy, and he did both with unbreakable focus. 

You sucked his fingers and he sucked your clit, groaning as he voraciously lapped the sensitive nub, driving you higher… higher…

An immense wave of pleasure crashed through you as you reached your peak, the force of your orgasm making your legs tremble. His name tore through you like a cry to the heavens, his answer a soft moan which vibrated through your core as he kept on licking. On and on, lapping at your pulsing clit as you gasped and bucked your hips against his insatiable mouth.

"Ho-taru… you did it… you made me–"

Taking his fingers from your mouth, he slung a heavy arm across your belly and continued eating you out, unrelenting, pulling another choked cry from you. Hotaru was drunk on you, on the taste and the knowledge that he was pleasing you; groaning, grinding his hips against the mattress, breathing in the intoxicating scent of you as he fluttered his tongue over your overstimulated clit.

The village chief had told you his focus was unbreakable, and now that attention was dedicated to your pussy. He was lost in you, wholly devoted to pleasuring you. You tangled your fingers in his hair, torn between needing respite and craving more. 

He propelled you from your second orgasm right into your third. Intense pleasure drove your head back against the pillow as you screamed in ecstasy and torment, your pussy throbbing beneath his lips as your nectar ran down his chin. And still, he licked you with an unquenchable thirst.

"Hotaru! Ho- oh it's too much.” 

He hit a spot inside your cunt which made the world shatter around the pair of you, sending you careening into another climax which turned your blood to liquid steel. “Too much! I can't!" You swatted at his forehead, smacking him with your fingertips as you wriggled out from beneath him. 

Your husband stared at you, dazed and breathless, his lips glistening with your slick juices. "Did… did I do it right?"

You gasped for air, trembling down to your bones. “You did it perfectly, Hotaru.” 

He pulled you into him and kissed you. You licked the taste of your desire from his lips, swallowing the low groan which rolled from his chest. His lips caressed yours with deep, undying passion, his hand dropping to the bulge tenting his hakama trousers.

“Let me take care of you now,” you whispered into his ear as your hand joined his, cupping his cock and making him moan. “Lie back for me, my love.”

He did as you asked without protest. It was true that you wanted to take care of him and give him as much pleasure as he had given you, but in a more practical sense, being on top of him allowed you to have control. You were already so fucked out, and from the feel of things–from the girth and weight of it through his trousers– control was definitely going to be necessary.

You stood from the bed and undressed as he gazed up at you, languidly palming his cock in his broad hand and drinking in the sight of you.

“Such a lovely wife,” he whispered, his orange eyes heavy with desire.

“And I have such a handsome husband…” you replied as you undressed him, revealing his big, muscular body inch by firmly hewn inch. He was a mountain of a man, and Gods, there wasn’t a thing you would change about him. “A handsome husband who pleases me well…” You kissed him, gently pushing him back and straddling his hips. “And who makes the very best swords in all the world–”

“Ohh…” He groaned, gripping your hips as you brushed the fat tip of his cock against your pussy. “Say that again.”

“Hm? That you’re the best swordsmith in the world?” You eased the top inch of him in, letting your body adjust to the sensation. “That your swords are works of art?”

“Gods, I want you,” he hissed, baring his teeth and gazing up at you from the pillow. A deep, longing groan emerged from him as you inched your way down his length. “You… you are…so warm… so wet… beautiful.”

You skated your hands over the plain of his abdomen, taking him deeper, your back arching as he stretched you even at that slow pace. When you finally reached the bottom of his shaft, you were breathless, tingling at your core. Hotaru was even less composed than you. 

The swordsmith growled, bending his knees to slide his legs up and down the mattress, fighting the urge to fuck up into you. His cock twitched inside you as you rocked forward to kiss him, your breasts pressed against his burly chest, his rough hands skating up your back. 

“I love you, Hotaru,” you whispered before rocking back to start riding his cock. 

“I–ngggh ohh… ohhh!” he groaned, eyes widening, fingers digging into your hips with bruising ferocity as you bounced on top of him. His control slipped almost immediately. 

He fell apart, groaning and thrusting up into you with a loud moan. His eyes screwed shut, his face flushed scarlet, and he trembled beneath you as his cum flooded into you, spilling out onto the base of his cock.

Pulling you down into an embrace, Hotaru held you in his arms, his heart thrumming beneath your ear. His big, broad hand stroked your back as he kissed the top of your head and his cock softened inside you.

After his breathing returned to normal, he gathered his senses long enough to ask, “Do you need more, my love?”

“I’m more than satisfied,” you said with a smile. 

He was asleep a second later. 

You lay there, pinned by his arms, crushed up against this strange, wonderful man you called your husband, and there was nowhere else you would rather be. 

[pearlcure]

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 ㅤㅤbold what applies to your muse , italicize if there's potential / it depends.

holding hands · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a drink with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photo booth · sharing a taxi / uber / carriage / train · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favorite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("i love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · granting them the last bite (from meal)

snagged from my beloved @fatedprincess 💖

tagging ; @poswiecenia ( <3 gorou andd farina uwu) , @nilopar , @insurged ( gojo! ) , @hitokageisei bc i know this will pain scara heh and @gonguji , @oneireth sunday! … and anyone who wants to do this.

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 51. brb x oc

a/n: thanks to everyone who sent me lovely bday messages!! I had...an okay day, it wasn't bad :) but i had fun and that's all that matter........no back to the fic!!

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none, pure fluff uwu

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-

He adjusted Nicole’s bouncer so it’d directly align with the piano, her big eyes focused on her father and on the strange thing behind him, the strange thing that made him so very giddy when he saw her looking at it. The dogs were there too, Jolene was on the left side of the piano, Jack was behind Nicole and Eleanor was busy trotting about, unable to keep still.

Rooster was very excited to do this, perhaps more than he thought he’d be, it’s something so simple yet so meaningful. He noticed Nicole looking, he didn’t know if she’d have the reaction he hoped she would but he’d definitely try, “Alright.” he smiles as he sits down on the bench, opening the lid to expose the keys, “Well,Nikki, this is a piano.”

He pressed two keys with his middle and ring finger, creating a repetitive rhythm, his eyes moved back to Nicole and he almost burst with happiness when he noticed her eyes were already on his hand, following his movements, “And your daddy is very good at it. He learned it from your grandaddy, whom…you haven’t met, but he did the same thing to me…so,” he pressed a few more keys, it was a random melody, more so he could get used to the piano again.

Hell, even his fingers felt rusty, he hadn’t played in so long it was almost criminal.

“You know,” he begins, smiling, “I used to play for your mom, before we dated…I wanted to call her attention.”

Nicole kept looking at the piano, fascinated by the sounds and the strange shapes that her eyes could see.

“I mean, it didn’t work…well, not as I hoped it would.”

-

He was sure she was looking, he checked twice before he approached the piano. There she was, the brunette bartender who was currently giving a patron some napkins, smiling so bright it was stronger than the lights dangling above their heads.

Only Nat knew, well, only she found out about his…affection for the new girl and she was the one with the worst smirk on her face when she saw him get up and go to the piano. Everyone else was oblivious, thankfully, they’d never let him live that down if they found out that he was just trying to make her look at him.

Hell,Penny probably knew if the smile on her face was any answer.

He tried to appear casual, he talked to a few people close to the piano but his eyes always flicked to the brunette - thank God for his sunglasses or else he’d be so painfully obvious - to check if she was in the same direction. As he sits down, playing like he was rolling his neck to look at her one more time, he felt someone lean their weight against the top of the piano.

He looks up to see a gorgeous raven haired girl, wearing a strappy top and shorts, college student if he had to guess. Clearly not Navy, “Ohh, what are you going to play,piano man?” she asks flirtatiously, combing her hair over her shoulder so it exposes the other.

Rooster laughs politely, “I don’t know, I’m still thinking.” He knew what he was going to play because he heard her tell Shells how ‘it has been so long since I heard A Hard Day’s Night, it’s one of my favorite songs!’

But the ravenette just smiles, twirling a strand of hair on her finger, “Are you open for requests?”

No. “...sure…” fuck.

“I really like Ellie Goulding, can you play me some?”

Bradley bit back his annoyed sigh, he knew Ellie Goulding but he didn’t want to play her songs, not when he had something else in mind. So he had to do something he rarely did: he was going to lie “I don’t think I know any of her songs, sorry.” he shrugs, “My repertoire is a bit more vintage.”

But the woman didn’t seem to mind, “Oh,I love vintage music too. How about some…Earth,Wind and Fire?”

Jesus Christ.

Bradley couldn’t look back at the counter or else it’d be obvious what he was doing, “...I uh,” he laughs with less humor this time because he couldn’t stay here for long. His fingers hovered the keys he had to start with for A Hard Day’s Night but he couldn’t do it “I think I already have a song in mind though, thank you for the suggestion.”

“Oh, are you going to play my song then?” she smiles, “You are so sweet.”

“Actually.” he taps the keys,”I was thinking of A Hard Day’s Night.”

He wished he could see her reaction, but he wasn’t sure she heard because of the noise surrounding them. The lady leaning on the piano didn’t seem to appreciate his choice of song though, but when she was about to complain he just started playing the melody without singing making it hard for her to say anything else.

She just huffed while rolling her eyes, walking away from him. Bradley let out a sigh of relief, looking back at the counter where he saw the brunette was slowly returning with an empty tray in her hands.

Perfect.

As soon as she stopped at the counter to grab more drinks, he started. The Beatles weren’t a band he listened to often, but he did appreciate their songs, especially this one since it was her favorite. It didn’t take long for the other patrons to sing along with him, much like every time he played Great Balls of Fire, he put on a show.

Maybe more than he usually did because he wanted her reaction the most. But from where he was he couldn’t see much of her face, he only hoped -strongly- that she was looking over and enjoying it.

It took one look over his shoulder, briefly, to notice that indeed she was looking but the second he faced her she looked away, briskly marching away from his view. He kept singing, but his smile faltered immediately.

Wait, wasn’t that her favorite song?

Did he fuck it up?

What was he doing wrong?

-

Rooster pressed the la and do keys with his thumb and middle finger repeatedly, no rhythm, his brows furrowed as he remembered it. It wasn’t anything that could be done then, she was so shy, so nervous around him and it took him so long to actually notice it.

But alas, that was the past and now he had to play something for his daughter who still looked very interested in whatever he was doing. “Alright, here’s the thing, cutie.” he begins a slow version of a Hard Day’s Night with a little grin, “Your dad is going to give you a private show, no tickets needed, all you have to do is look cute.”

Nicole blinked her big eyes at him, “...see, you got it.” he chuckles, “Now, maybe when you are older I can teach you some things too, if you are interested in things like these, pretty birdie. I promise I won’t be a forceful dad who orders your hobbies around.” he moves his fingers a bit faster on top of the keys, the melody speeding up and he checks to see if Nicole was okay with it.

It shouldn’t surprise him that indeed she was okay, in fact she seemed to be smiling, “You know, when you were inside mommy we used to put headphones on it so you could hear some stuff from the outside.” he remembers fondly how Nicole seemed to kick a lot more whenever music or their voices was involved.

When they started talking to her it was incredible to see how much she moved inside, her kicks were also strong - Beatrice winced every now and again when it happened but always reassured him it was fine -  and frequent every time there was some outside stimuli. 

He tried to remember what was the song they played that always made her move more. He hovers his fingers on the keys, wracking his brain for the answer. He didn’t know if she’d have a reaction to it once he figured it out but it was worth a try.

And once he figured it out, he smiled, looking back at his daughter to check her reaction as he began.

It was a normal rhythm at first and it earned nothing from Nicole besides the obvious blinking, it wasn’t until Rooster started singing that she moved her eyes to his.

Highway run into the midnight sun

Wheels go 'round and 'round, you're on my mind

Restless hearts, sleep alone tonight

Sendin' all my love along the wire

Nicole had her little lips parted almost as if in her brain she remembered it, wriggling a bit on the bouncer as Rooster played.

They say that the road ain't no place to start a family

Right down the line, it's been you and me

And lovin' a music man ain't always what it's supposed to be

Oh, girl, you stand by me

I'm forever yours

Faithfully

The more Rooster sang, the more Nicole moved, she started giggling and letting out happy sounds, waving her little fists, “Circus life under the big-top world- Yeah, you remember, birdie?” He cuts the song to beam at his daughter, who was just kicking her legs and throwing her hands in the air, laughing, being absolutely adorable because she remembered it.

He didn’t even know if kids this age would be able to, nothing that he looked said that but…Nicole was one in a million even as a newborn. And was it surprising to see that their daughter would enjoy 80’s songs?

If the squad was there they’d just nod and go ‘not,really.’

“We have to show mommy when he gets ba-” he remembers something, stops playing and stands up and that amazingly makes Nicole let out a soft cry of annoyance, “I’ll be right back! I’ll be right back!” the baby monitor came with an app both of them installed in their phones, he could show Bea and even if she couldn’t see it then, the app would record the video and save in the gallery.

He walks barefeet to Nicole’s bedroom, in almost inhuman speed, and yanks the baby monitor from the dresser. Rushing back downstairs, he holds it above his head triumphantly, “Got it!” and the dogs just look at him confused, Eleanor stopping behind him to sniff the back of his pants as he placed the monitor on the highest shelf behind him, tilting the moving screen down a little bit. When he checked the one he had in the living room, he could see the image of the piano and Nicole.

“Perfect.” he pulls out his phone, “Now, let me just send mommy a message.”

-

“I think I’m dying.”

Beatrice looks up from the counter to see Shells thunking her head repeatedly on the wood, “...y-you okay?”

“My feet are like…” her friend, with her head still glued to the wooden top, lifted her hands to wiggle her fingers, “Buzzing.”

“...Shells, that's the lack of circulation.” Beatrice leans forward over the bar top to check what sort of shoes her friend had, “Why are you wearing those boots ?” she questions as she sees the golden zipper black boots that Shells always complained about, “I thought you donated them.”

Shells lifts her head slowly from the bartop to look at Beatrice, lifting her left leg enough to look over her shoulder at her foot, “But they are cute and I paid five hundred bucks for them years ago.”

Only Shells would keep something that hurts her because they are appealing. Beatrice shakes her head before she feels her phone buzzing, smiling sweetly seeing that it was no one else but Rooster and she was nearing her second and final break for the night, “I’ll be right back, Roos is messaging me.”

Shells sighs heavily, “Of course he is.” she turns to Penny who walks past her, “Aunt Penny, my feet hurt-”

“Well,I told you to not wear those and you did,” Penny replies as she places the empty glasses in the sink, “You can put on the extra sandals we keep in the storage room if you want.”

“Yeah, but they don’t match my outfit!”

Beatrice doesn’t catch the rest of the conversation since she steps out of the bar to read his message.

Roos (21:26)

Baby! Are you on break right now?

Bea (21:26)

Yes I just got out of the bar :) why?

Roos (21:27)

I wanna show you something :) it’s really important. The wifi is on right?

Bea (21:29)

Yes it is Roos. Should I be worried?

Roos (21:30)

No, of course not :) okay so what I want you to do is open the Baby Monitor App on your phone.

Beatrice blinks at his request, then leans her head closer as if she couldn’t believe she read that. Panic slowly climbs to the surface, what if something happened to Nicole? But he wouldn’t be so calm if it did… she got the notification that there was a video currently being recorded by the baby monitor so she just opened the app as he told her to.

At first the image looked blurry, even a bit grainy but she was sure it wasn’t Nicole’s room, the dark shapes and silhouettes turned into the piano, Rooster, the dogs and Nicole…who was facing the piano. The monitor was high enough to catch the whole scene and Beatrice furrowed her brows as she leaned back on the wall to have some support.

The audio started crackly, but eventually she could hear his voice coming out of her phone’s speakers, even raising the volume so she could understand him better and walking farther from the bar’s entrance to get rid of the background noise.

“Alright,” she sees him turn to the monitor, waving his hand at it “Hi,gorgeous! I wanted to show you something, we both did, isn't that right,Nikki?” Beatrice smiles, still confused at the scene, but she couldn’t help but see how adorable this whole thing was.

It wasn’t until Rooster returned to the piano and started playing Faithfully that she finally connected the dots. Especially when Nicole started wriggling a bit in her bouncer, she could hear her daughter’s little squeals of delight and the dogs boofing as if they were also following the song.

And Beatrice felt like crying.

Because that was the cutest thing she had ever seen in her whole life.

Only Rooster would pull something like that, only he would manage to figure out a way to show what was going on in the house. And she was so thankful they were together, so thankful that she accepted his help on taking her armoise up her old place, thankful she accepted his invitation to the barbecue, to Mr.Scoops, to the movies…

And he seemed to be happy too, his cheek flexing in a smile as he sang to Nicole, and their daughter almost tried to sing along herself but of course she didn’t know how. Beatrice cupped her mouth with a hand, then crouched to the ground so she could be hidden from anyone who left the bar, so she could cry happy tears.

“Oh,God…he’s so sweet.” and he kept playing, he was going to play the whole song and she didn’t care if this was how she was going to spend her break watching him. Considering what’s been happening these past weeks, her own depression returning with a force neither were expecting, her relatives being stupid and her parents acting up, she needed this.

She needed this mental break,this reminder that they were okay, healthy, fine and together. This breath of fresh air that came in the shape of Rooster playing the piano for their infant daughter.

Beatrice just held her head up as he continued, smiling tearfully at the scene, in her own little world where no one could see her - even though if someone turned their head to the left after leaving the bar they definitely would see her - being absolutely even more enamored with Rooster.

As if it was even possible.

When the song finished, she watched him leave the bench and pick Nicole up, bouncing her a bit in his arms and kissing her cheeks as she laughed “Anyway,” he looks over to where the monitor was, waving their daughter’s arm, “I need to talk to mommy,so, I’ll cut this transmission short.”

Beatrice sniffles, wiping her face with her hand as she waits for his message…actually, she doesn’t, she immediately messages him once it’s over.

Bea (21:40)

Roos!!!<3333 That was so cute!!! Thank you :)! You really made my night.

Roos (21:42)

Well,I thought you’d appreciate it,baby :) I know I did.

Bea (21:43)

Honestly,it was just precious…it really was Roos. You are so sweet <333

Roos (21:43)

You are going to make me blush like that ;) anyway, are you coming home around midnight?

Bea (21:44)

Penny is closing tonight, so me and Shells are leaving around eleven :3. Are you going to wait for me?

Roos (21:44)

Always, gorgeous <3

Curse him and his amazing power of making her blush like a teenager, because she was still crouched in the shadows with her face flaming up. They talk for a little bit longer until she sees it’s time to go back inside, feeling a pang of regret about leaving him but remembering she’d be home soon was enough to give her enough reason to finish everything up faster.

She was…better, she was a lot better from before and honestly, she felt like while she was a bit upset from time to time, it wasn’t like weeks ago. She could see her beauty again, she could have fun and laugh again without feeling guilty.

Her eating habits were still rough but she was slowly getting better, her therapy sessions were helping as well, more than usual. “Well, that smile only means that you talked to Rooster.” Penny says as soon as Beatrice walks back inside, the brunette’s cheeks were still red, ‘How’s he and the little girl?”

“They are fine,” Beatrice replies softly, ‘They are having fun together.”

“I’m sure.” Penny smiles, approaching Beatrice to give her a side hug, “You two are doing great, by the way. I know how hard it is…but you two are doing fine.”

And that only made Beatrice smile wider. Yeah, they were both doing fine.

[kawaii-leilei54]

EP.1 : Don't talk to strangers

A/n: haloo! This is my first book/ series! Please let me know what you guys think, thank you so much for everyone's support! uwu

You sighed.

Finally.

You shut down your computer for the day, having worked a full 5 hours without breaks. Which was a big deal considering you had been itching to read your new manga book instead that had been sitting on your nightstand for a few days.

You get up and take a bathroom break and look around for your cigarette pack. You deserved it.

There they are!...and they're empty.

Great.

You sigh deeply and rub your eyebrows trying not to make a big deal out of it, you had a long day of work after all, why was it hard to just at least one cigarette waiting for you if not a man or woman?

Putting on your hoodie and not even bothering to change out of your sweats, you make your way to the door and grab your keys and wallet.

You loved night time, it was your favorite, your most productive time, your most lit and active hours. Daytime couldn't compare to the joy night time brought you.

You look around at the lights, the vapes shops and cafes, the ramen shops and internet cafes.

You even saw a cat in an alley way and something else you wish you didn't see.

Drunks.

More like jealousy that you weren't them right about now.

You walk about farther, the air hitting just right, it was summer after all and everyone was out and ready to have an active nightlife just like you used to.

You had just been too busy lately, is what you keep telling yourself.

The truth was that you really were to awkward and introverted.

Every guy that tried to converse with you was either brushed off or you didn't recognize their efforts.

Wasn't your fault they weren't- okay yes it was.

But with that point aside, you make it to the 7/11.

This one was your favorite and not to mention convenient because it wasn't too far from your apartment.

They had all your favorite snacks, and of course what you came here for: cigarettes. You stopped buying lottery tickets years ago since you wouldn't win and it was eating up what could've been put to something else like.. Manga and Hello Kitty- I mean the rent.

You walk in and enjoy the cool air since it was about humid outside but not as bad as daytime.

That's why you stayed home, but then again it doesn't matter what season you will always argue that it's better to stay home than socialize.

"Hey y/n." The cashier says, you were sort of known here since you came embarrassingly more often than you thought.

"Hey." You say as you go to the counter.

"Same pack as before?" You nod.

You didn't buy cigarettes often, you would only smoke when you were anxious or stressed.

And boy was work stressing you the fuck out.

The cashier rings up the pack and look around the store, you see some snacks and couldn't help yourself.

When was the last time you ate?

You decide to go down the snack aisle and get you some snacks.

You hear the door ring as someone else walks in.

"Hello." The cashier greets.

"Hey, let me have a pack and some scratch offs."

You scoff to yourself.

The scratch offs are hopeless.

"Oh, and some of these." He says as he picks something else.

His voice was low and you could tell he had a satori accent, you just couldn't recognize from where exactly.

You pick up your snacks and go to the front.

You see him and stare.

His long hair, standing an inch taller than you, his black boots and rings on his long fingers.

His tiny hoop earrings and his necklace, one of them a guitar pick and another a kitty, which made you automatically not take him seriously.

He had sunglasses on his head which pushed his hair back, his cologne a bit strong but also mixed in with some other smell, you guessed alcohol.

You look down at what he bought, some scratch offs, a pack of cigarettes, some gum and tangerines.

You snort and look away.

"What?" He says as he looks at you while the cashier bags his stuff.

"Nothin'" you mumble as I try not to laugh.

Oranges? Seriously?

Though you couldn't laugh too much considering you were badgering junk food and a sausage stick.

He raises an eyebrow suspiciously before grabbing his bag and getting his change.

He walks out and you watch, forgetting momentarily that it was your turn.

You couldn't get over the fact that he really was stupid enough to get scratch offs and not mention tangerines. You couldn't get that at a regular grocery store??

"Y/n?" The cashier asks hesitantly as you stare off.

"Huh?" You say as you come back to reality.

"Sorry, what's the amount?" You say as you pull out your wallet.

"15.75." She says as you hand her a 20, waiting on your change.

You get your change and walk out, what you didn't notice is him standing there, smoking a cigarette.

You get startled slightly.

"Can you not stand so close?" You say as you hold your chest and your snacks close.

He scoffs as you puffs out some smoke.

"Or you could watch where you're going." He says with sarcasm.

You scoff back.

"Fine, but don't be mad when you get smacked with the door."

"Oh shut up I wasn't even standing that close."

You huff.

You take out your own pack of cigarettes and open it, getting a cigarette out and lighting it.

"Hm, you don't look like a smoker." He mumbles as he takes another puff.

"And you don't look like an orange addict."

"They are tangerines." He hums as he puts out his cigarettes.

"Whatever."

You watch him check his phone as you smoke your cigarette, you take a puff and look around, watching people pass by.

"Shit.." he mumbles as he puts his phone in his back pocket.

"Have somewhere to be?" You hum as you exhale.

"Maybe." He mumbles and gets a piece of gum out.

"You know that won't make up for the cigarette smell right?" You say as you raise an eyebrow.

"It's not for that smart ass."

You blush slightly, feeling embarrassed that your even in his business.

"I'm trying to quit." He announced as he puts the pack away.

You fight to say something else smart but you could tell he was being serious with you.

"I don't smoke as much, just when I'm stressed or anxious.. just to keep busy." You admit.

You had only started a year ago since the pills you were prescribed weren't working.

He sighs and leans against the brick wall.

"Same but I had a serious problem, I tried to switch to snacking but it didn't work."

Snacks..maybe I should try..

"How long have you been smoking?"

"A few years, you?"

"A year."

He smirks and you raise an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Nothing." "See ya around."

"See ya orange." You joke as you put out your cigarette.

He scoffs. "Later, vanilla."

I gasp and scoff with disbelief as he walks away his hand in his pockets with a cool demeanor, which somehow pissed you off.

Vanilla?

You look down at your bag and see the vanilla ice cream dripping from your bag.

"Damn it!" You huff.

🫧✨

You walk home and set your bag down.

Now, you usually don't talk to strangers.

So you were a bit surprised at your actions, you were awkward so what made him talk to you?

With his cool attitude and laid back demeanor, his satori accident and his voice dropping with a smooth and relaxing tone-

What are you thinking?

You shake off the thought and put away your snacks.

You sit on the couch eating your melted ice cream that you were stubborn about wasting even though it spilled.

You decide to settle in for the night and watch your favorite anime, silently hoping to see the tangerine lover again.

[fff777]

reaction part 3 to 7llin' with dream episode 4

More grievances.

Mark defense squad

And then turn it back on Haechan

What kind of a question is this

Lol Mark couldn't hear what Jaemin was asking and Renjun repeated in English

Jaemin was complaining about Mark rubbing his feet on things and black stuff falling off lol

Haechan said he wanted to smack Mark for being so stubborn and Mark said he could so Renjun jumped at the opportunity lol

Btw Renjun has kept his legs crossed on his seat for much of this. I get it, it's just more comfortable lol.

Jeno said Mark is indecisive

It's roast time, they're talking about Haechan is worse now than he was when he was a trainee, but also talking about how he was pretty bad as a trainee too ^^;;

Renjun asked Haechan if he had anything to apologize for and Haechan said there wasn't X'D

Omg the tea

Ah they're doing their rules again for this comeback :3

(1) Go on a trip by themselves in 2024. I'm guessing this means a non-work trip with just the 7 of them, which they have done before.

(2) Don't get hurt (while playing basketball but also in general). This was mostly targeted towards Chenle since I guess he has a habit of playing too much basketball ^^;;

Mark: During the concert, one person Jisung: Must cry Chenle:

Mark suggested a new friendship item and Jisung was talking about replacing the ring so of course Renjun was not about that life

Jeno said he lost his and found his ring recently so he hasn't technically been wearing it for that long

(3) Must smile when coming to see the group?

(4) Give birthday gifts to each other

It always makes me so fuzzy how the Dreamies see the cuteness in each other so easily uwu

Donghyuck suggested not speaking so much during rehearsal but that's impossible lol, these guys talk so much when they're together

High key same...I can go days where the only time I speak is during meetings at work. I just have no reason to speak at home.

(7) Don't interact with fans that aren't Czennies ^^;;

Donghyuck suggested having a one-on-one meal with another Dream member and Renjun thought that would be awkward so Mark and Chenle started interrogating him like "WHO WOULD YOU BE AWKWARD WITH HM???"

OMGGGG XD This is certainly new information!!!!!!

Anyway they decided that they should have one-on-one meals with each of the other members by the end of the year, and then post photos as proof to the group chat

Mark and Donghyuck agreed that it could be awkward but they also asserted that it would be a good idea and I agree :3

Not that I am knowledgeable on friendships between men but I can see this lol

Noooo ToT

Jaemin the romantic <3

They were discussing praying with gratitude to Czennie every night and Renjun says he does that already. Then they all looked at Mark and...

Ah so Renjun prays with gratitude for the good things for Dream. I wonder if he's Christian or just generally spiritual.

Renjun: We should understand and love each other more Dream: ... Donghyuck: I'm the logical type, so I don't understand that

Suggestion for rule 6 was to start practice within 15 minutes (of the last member arriving)

[guhamun]

multimuse combination meme; accepting || @intcritus

⭐ ( i might've sent his twice, but just know that i NEED your muses in my life and i refuse to let you go without me being a pest this year shi uwu )

Jianyu and Su-jin: (Modern) In Jianyu’s modern verse, I can see him going to his dojo on occasion, though would be an unreliable attendee in the fact that it would be every blue moon, but certainly noticeable since Jianyu is just as skilled at hand to hand as he is with a blade. The latter might not be needed anymore, but it is still a skill he takes great pride in. Since both enjoy fighting, I can see him being impressed with Su-jin.

Jianyu and Lumine: (Genshin verse) Them meeting every now and then though it’s a given since both usually travel, and have involvement with the Adventurer’s Guild. Sometimes they just happen to be a the same place at the same time, and as a result, Jianyu would come to respect Lumine was a fellow warrior, probably low-key attempt to recruit her to his own group as well. If missions coincide, if she asks it, he would help her for free of charge.

Jianyu and Zahir: (Modern) Sometimes, on a rare basis, he stops by illegal underground fighting rings just to see who the winners are. Despite having no interest in ever being a part of such a thing, there is something altogether different about places where one is fighting for their life as opposed to something sanitized and carefully monitored. As a result, he has seen Zahir many a time, taking note of him and committing the other’s appearance to memory. If they were to ever meet on the street, though, he would act otherwise, yet that intrigue would be there.

Atha and Kindria: Athanasius is forever intrigued by beings from different realms of existence, as well as entirely different worlds. Kindria would have their interest from the very beginning, with him asking a plethora of questions, primarily for their own research as everything they learn is what they keep in mind for whenever they return to their ‘world’, so to speak. Nothing wrong with more knowledge is what their ‘Father’ would say.

Atha and Apollo: 0.2 seconds and Athanasius already knows that Apollo is odd. They’ve never met a celestial like them before, but they do know divine when they sense it. Initially, I imagine they’d be suspicious of him as their love for gods is about 0% save for the one who created them, but upon coming to understand that Apollo is wholly different from this, the intrigue would kick in.

Atha and Sage: As someone who has dealt with the fickle natures of the Fae, always enjoys being around them despite this fact. He'd instantly know what Sage is. Probably walks into their sex shop looking around like they're going to buy something and then rambles Sage's ear off because that's the real reason they're there.

Nagayoshi and Zahir: They are both so…-closes my eyes- The moment that Zahir so much as looks at Nagayoshi weird, he’s already going to want to throw down. They’d butt heads definitely, but once all is said and done, Nagayoshi would probably really like Zahir because he’s just as blunt and crass as he is. Just the fact that Zahir is so unapologetically himself just like Nagayoshi is already lining up for a Tier 1 friendship right there.

Arash and Grayson: Arash looooves plants and flowers, so I can see him occasionally visiting and looking around. Probably asks Grayson all kinds of questions about flowers and the succulents there just because he’s so fascinated. He might sometimes buy something, but really he just likes the flower shop a lot. It’s that hint of nature in a busy city, and that alone is a draw for someone who was born and raised in a quiet village.

Percival and Arsenio: There's just something about these two meeting that just seems like it would be so good. Percival is the most polite person in the world you can bump into. He can cook, he's just an overall great guy. And then there's Arsenio who too is a great guy and can cook. Idk why but I can feel in my gut they would really hit it off.

Percival and Salem: I can imagine Percival catching sight of Salem’s artwork and being really taken with it. He may not know all the finer details behind painting, but the process and the result of said process, are really beautiful to him. He’d be Salem’s biggest hype man if they ever met. All I can see is Percival rambling to them about their art on a wall saying what he thinks of it, not knowing that the person he’s praising and gushing about is literally standing next to him FDSFDSFSD.

Damian and Apollo: Damian working with the FBI (unwanted---) means that he probably sometimes occasionally is ushered into Apollo’s direction if he needs some information. His opinion of the law is terrible, but Apollo being such a good guy would be so good to explore. 10/10 Damian finds out he’s an angel of all things. He’s met demons, but never anyone like them before.

Damian and Danya: WERELYNX AND DHAMPIR ADVENTURES!! Think about it, Ambie---!

[askthe-devilface]

"Hey, loser, I got a question."

Cat sat down next to the Ghostface, completely at ease. It was the first time she was meeting this aspect of Ghostface, but she had heard enough from others at the fire. This aspect was different. Plus, she had a strange sort of respect for him, as one artist to another. His photos were good stuff, albeit dark and sinister, but having been Ji-Woon's lover back in her reality, it wasn't difficult for her to appreciate the dark side of things.

She tapped her fingers on the table, her engagement ring winking up at her. Frowning, she covered her hands and looked at Ghostface.

"It's about that mask you put on Trickster, the zombie aspect one," she continued, voice dropping. "I take it you have the key. I want it."

@mori-me-oppa

//uwu//

“Should be thanking me. That asshole was going around biting everyone and taking flesh! Last time I’m doing anything for anyone.“ CoUgH CouGh

“It’s shiny and gold, think this might be the key I was looking for.“ @mori-me-oppa

[inquisimer]

HAP FRI BELOVED for Hawke x Loghain: ❛ you know, they’re going to use the things you love against you. ❜

hap fri to YOU beloved💜💜 ty for indulging my niche brainrot I adore you to pieces uwu

wc: 1085

for @dadrunkwriting

~~~

The viscount’s office looked different from the other side of the desk. Familiar, but odd, like seeing a sketch of her face instead of a reflection.

Bran had sealed the door after Dumar’s death and no one had been allowed inside since, not even staff to clean. A thick layer of dust coated every surface; it had puffed around Siobhan’s boots when she finally fit the ancient, ornate key into the lock and entered the office.

Her office.

It was everything she’d wanted and not, all at once.

The appointment was unofficial, technically, but the Seneschal doubted the nobles—most of whom still owed their lives to Hawke—would fight the Templars on it. At the very least, there would be no vote until the city had a semblance of order, and a single glance outside assured that was a ways off.

Hightown sprawled outside her window, a combination of smoldering rubble and half-demolished estates. Most of the bodies had been collected and removed, but the corpse of the Chantry, a giant, magically polluted crater, loomed over it all in its absence.

With a wave of her hand, Siobhan sucked all the dust and grime into a ball and set it aflame. It burned away into nothing just as a firm knock came through the door.

“Enter.”

Hinges creaked, revealing her brother. His blue and silver armor was streaked with ash and blood from days of triage and rescue with no break.

“Someone’s here for you,” he said without preamble. There was still anger and tension between them, words unspoken about what she’d done and why, but this wasn’t the time for mediation. Siobhan nodded and another figure in somewhat cleaner Warden armor stepped around the door frame.

“Loghain,” she breathed, fingers flexing against the wood of her desk.

She drank in his face. There were new lines across his brow, in the corners of his eyes, and the thin, pink line of a mostly healed wound wasn’t quite concealed by his unbound hair. Dark circles ringed his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept for days. Depending on where he was when the news hit, perhaps he hadn’t.

But it had only been about a week since the Void rained down around Kirkwall. So how—

“I summoned him.” Carver answered her unasked question, scowling. “I needed a Senior Warden and Stroud’s on a recruitment tour and the Vigil is so insular as to be useless.”

“Needed a Senior Warden?”

“The red lyrium.” Armor creaked as Carver pursed his lips and shifted. “It’s tainted.”

Siobhan rolled her eyes. “You don’t fucking say. I thought it switched from blue because it of seasonal fashion.”

With a frustrated groan, Carver threw his hands in the air. “You explain it to her,” he muttered, shouldering past Loghain to leave. “Maybe she’ll actually listen.”

Siobhan turned toward the window, if only so she didn’t have to confront the piercing stare Loghain had fixed her with. When she spoke, her breath fogged against the glass. “What’s he on about now?”

“The boy is correct: red lyrium is tainted.” Time had not changed his voice, still low and slightly grating, yet steady and comforting against her ears. “Not just the color—it is Blight-Tainted.”

“What?”

In the warped reflection, she saw him open his mouth and she whipped around, glaring. “I heard you the first time,” she snapped before he could repeat himself, or something similarly asinine. “How do you know?”

“It sings. We can hear it, like the darkspawn.”

A heavy breath and Siobhan rubbed her temple. Her mind was spinning. “What does that mean? The implications, the exposure—“

“Your brother reports that when the Templars and remaining mages are separated from the Gallows, he cannot sense Taint within them. It does not seem to be contagious in that way.”

“Thank the Maker for small blessings,” she muttered. “I have enough to deal with as it is.”

“So you do.” Loghain stepped forward, closing the distance between them to only a pace. “Vicountess.”

Her poker face had always rivaled his and they both held now, even as she jutted her chin out and folded her arms. “Is that a problem?”

He snorted. “Not for me. You, on the other hand…”

“I can handle myself.”

“Of that I have no doubt.”

“Then what do you doubt, serrah?”

Loghain hummed, idly flicking a bit of grime from his gauntlets. “Power begets power, Siobhan. You may retain and wield it with ease, but those necessarily drawn to your station will shape it into a weapon with which to fell you. Your words, your actions—“

He shook his head, and she could taste the bitterness of his words like a tangible thing on her own tongue.

“Even those you love,” he said lowly. “And it will matter not how much you love this city or what you would give to save it. If they perceive a weakness to twist, they will use it all against you.”

Siobhan closed her eyes. She thought of Mother, just a head stitched to another’s corpse; of Carver, bound in blood magic on a sandy cliff.

“They already have.”

Silence stretched between them, broken only by the faint sounds of continued search and rescue efforts outside. Finally, Siobhan shook her head and blinked her eyes back open.

“Luckily,” she said, not quite managing to keep the sour note from her voice. “Everyone I love has already left the city, or will be doing so in short order.”

“Is that so.”

“Don’t go expecting me to list off where they’ve all gone.” Siobhan snorted. “Not when I haven’t checked the office for any listening runes the Templars planted while Dumar was in office.”

A surprised chuckle escaped Loghain and Siobhan’s cynical half-smirk turned to something softer, more genuine. “But I would not have them here. If the Divine decides this is the moment for an Exalted March—“

“Yet your brother remains.”

“Carver would chew off his foot if I told him he shouldn’t. You, off all people, know what a stubborn ass he is.”

“Must be a family trait.”

“Perhaps.” She lifted one fur-lined shoulder in a casual shrug. “He’ll leave soon on his own. A Warden never stays for long.”

He studied her at that. She suspected that he could feel the bitter waves coming off her as she had from him earlier. It didn’t matter, and she didn’t care, because neither of them could change what it was.

“No,” he said. “I don’t suppose they do.”

[sharksa-shivers]

Sharky be like 'zzzzzzzzzz-SHIT!!!'

(We see Sharky fast asleep in his bunk whenever his phone rings…We see him stir very tiredly, blindly grabbing for his phone…)

Sharky:(exaustedly, his eyes barely open as he blindly picks up the phone, slurring his words tiredly)Hello?

Kristy:(a bit chipper, she's obviously wide awake)Hey dude, uhhhh, sorry, ummm…Can i ask a favor? Maybe? Perhaps?

Sharky:(exausted)Wha-?

Kristy:(we see her and Max chilling at a gas station, Max just standing against his motorcycle)Sooooooo we were able to get to a gas station but we kindaaaaa don't have enough money for gas so…Basically, me and Max are kinda stranded over here like halfway across town…Ummm, do you think maybe you could come get us?

Sharky:(slurring his words tiredly)Yeah, sure, souns good…

Kristy:(happy)Thanks dude, know we can always count on you…Ummm, (off phone)Hey Max, can you text him the location? (Back to Sharky)Max is gonna text ya the spot, see you in a bit! (Hanging up)

Sharky:(falling asleep again)Ok…bye…(drops the phone, falling asleep again on accident) (We cut to about an hour later, Sharky's phone ringing again, this time Sharky stirs a bit more, tired but more aware. He grabs for his phone again.)

Sharky:(tired)Hello?

Max:(questioning)Yknow, i don't like uhhhh, mean to rush, but uhhhh, are you coming or not?

Sharky:(sleepy, his adrenaline kicks in when he realizes he fell back asleep, snapping out of his stooper but still obviously tired, frantic)Fuck!!! Shit!!!! Shavinksta!!!! Sorry, fuck, i fell back asleep, Neptune damnit!!!!

Max:(leaning up against the wall, chilling with Kristy who's sitting on a bench, understanding)Hey, you're good! I get it man, hah, just uhhhhh, yeah, maybe…Don't forget about us yknow?

Sharky:(darting up, pulling his jacket on and boots, frantic)Not really fine, shit, sorry, fucking…God, just tired, can't really help it. Look, just hang tight, i'm up, not fuckin falling asleep again, i'll be there in like 30 minutes or so, grabbing my keys now…

Max:(chill af)Cool man, thanks bro, you're a real one! See ya in a bit. (Hangs up as Sharky does, us seeing Sharky scrambling to get to his car while Max sits down with Kristy…) ------- These dang kids man, i love em... Also Shavinksta=Seasetic for shit That's your new word for the day lol. --------- (Also some inbetween scenes cuz i like you uwu, this first one would be after the first hang up on the phone.) (We see Kristy and Max still outside the gas station waiting. Max leaning against his motorcycle and Kristy just walking about whenever she moves over near the gas pump Max is at and proceeds to lean against that herself.)

Kristy:(bored, looks over at Max)……Soooooo we're probably gonna be stuck here another while huh?

Max:(chill, on his phone, also bored, doesn't look up)Yep, i'd imagine so yeah.

Kristy:(she stays quite a moment before speaking again, looking over at Max, her arms crossed)…….Soooooooo uhhhh……..Are you hungry? Cuz uhhh, i kinda…Feel pretty hungry heh…

Max:(clicking his phone off, looking over and smirking as he stands off his motorcycle and shoves his phone in his pocket)Always am haha. Cmon, let's go get some snacks and crap then for the wait, i'll buy.

Kristy:(following Max, eager)Hell yeah!! I want some pizza!! --- (And this one while Sharky's on the way lol) (We see Sharky tiredly sitting in traffic. We see other cars around him and we see him just sitting bored and tired…We see his exhaustion starting to really get to him and he starts dozing off again until a car behind him honks and Sharky jolts awake.)

Sharky:(quickly moving forward, reeling from the shock of the sound)Shit, sorry! Fuck…(sitting again stalled, thinking as his tiredness creeps up again, looks at the radio) …….There's gotta be something i can get invested in so i stay up, something, anything…

(Sharky twists the dial and we see him go through various stations, getting annoyed with the lack of anything good on till he lands on a daydreamy sounding track…But-)

Sharky:(quickly changes the station again)…Tempting but i know that's gonna make my sleepiness worse, it's just gonna make me feel more relaxed…(stops a second)….Wait, what's that station Max likes? ……(quickly changes it again and he gets to said station playing some very intense sounding dubstep music. Sharky sits a moment conflicted before just leaving it)…….Not really my taste exactly but it's noise and it'll hopefully help me stay up…It'd be great if traffic would move, that'd also probably fucking help………….Why is there traffic at like 3 in the morning?? Wait…

[xenicbaby]

Ace

Emma

Lily

Blossom

Leo

Olive

Princess

Nick

Bubba

Eli

Will

Ava

Henry

Lucas

Jay

Max

Mill

Den

Wit

Vex

Nuen

Exin

Vee

Xoon

Heps

Midd

Oom

Pip

Verrr

Sop

Bubs

Ved

Nyun

Hwoom

Yoop

Yan

Lizzy

Lavender

Rose

Ren

Smil

Huuu

Jio

She/Her

He/Him

They/Them

It/Its

Te/Tem

Ye/Yeom

Ple/Pled

Nyi/Nyin

Blo/Blot

Re/Req

Mya/Mya

Nya/Nya

OwO/OwOs

UwU/UwUs

Cute/Cutes

Kawaii/Kawaiis

Baby/Babys

Chaos/Chaotic

Silly/Sillys

Play/Playful

Space/Spaces

Gal/Galaxy

Moon/Moons

Star/Stars

Smol/Smols

Sweet/Sweets

Bake/Bakes

Cook/Cooks

Honey/Honeys

Sugar/Sugars

Bun/Buns

Cake/Cakes

Brown/Brownie

Choco/Chocolate

Girl/Girls

Boy/Boys

Per/Person

Thing/Things

Zoom/Zooms

Hap/Happy

Pet/Pets

Pup/Puppy

Kit/Kitty

Bun/Bunny

Kid/Kiddo

Pink/Pinks

Blue/Blues

White/Whites

Mint/Mints

Purple/Purples

Little/Littles

Freak/Freaks

Xe/Xeno

Hoard/Hoards

Eee/Eeee

Rock/Rocks

Shake/Shakes

Bounce/Bounces

Spin/Spins

Flap/Flaps

Stomp/Stomps

Jump/Jumps

He/Hehe

Pop/Pops

Head/Headphones

Hood/Hoodie

Sweat/Sweater

Tail/Tails

De/Demon

Wag/Wags

Wing/Wings

Flap/Flaps

An/Angel

Shake/Shaker

Love/Loves

Si/Silence

Cray/Crayon

Glit/Glitter

Bounce/Bouncy

Ball/Balls

Glow/Glows

Neon/Neons

Erase/Eraser

Ring/Rings

Ring/Ringpop

Lose/Loser

Heart/Hearts

Cook/Cookie

Straw/Strawberry

Gel/Gels

Pen/Pens

Rain/Rainbow

Gloss/Glosses

Lip/Lips

Lip/Lipgloss

Arm/Arms

Warm/Warms

Rush/Rushs

Stat/Static

Scib/Scribble

Cringe/Cringes

Dream/Dreams

Night/Nights

Fun/Funs

Sea/Seas

Slug/Slugs

Paw/Paws

Sock/Socks

Paci/Pacifier

Med/Meds

Pill/Pills

Nurse/Nurses

Bell/Bells

Mochi/Mochis

Cat/Cats

Rock/Rocks

Candy/Candys

Dino/Dinos

Nug/Nuggie

Plush/Plushie

Van/Vanilla

Lav/Lavender

Shut/Shuts

Hiko/Hikos

Deco/Decorate

Vamp/Vampire

Hug/Hugs

Marsh/Mallow

Impure/Impures

Unholy/Unholys

Ungodly/Ungodlys

Divine/Divines

God/Gods

Holy/Holys

Milk/Milks

Tea/Teas

Boba/Bobas

Swirl/Swirly

Meat/Meats

Fidget/Fidgets

Cube/Cubes

Pretty/Prettys

Leg/Legs

Stipe/Stripes

Reg/Regress

Doll/Dolls

Patient/Patient

Ster/Sterile

Comfy/Comfys

Rain/Rains

Blan/Blanket

Cud/Cuddle

Cuz/Fuzzy

Storm/Storms

Ad/Adhd

Aut/Auti

Fren/Frens

Friend/Friends

Share/Shares

Bond/Bonds

Smell/Smells

Anti/Antis

Hate/Hates

Spite/Spites

Tiktok/Tiktoks

Tumblr/Tumblrs

Xd/Xds

Quirk/Quirky

Steal/Steals

Joy/Joys

Scar/Scars

Gore/Gores

Love/Loves

Wound/Wounds

Cloth/Cloths

Balm/Balms

Coco/Cocos

Suc/Succubus

Witch/Witches

Bone/Bones

Reap/Reaps

Lace/Lace

Kill/Kills

Skirt/Skirts

Yan/Yans

Dere/Deres

Kuu/Kuus

Tsun/Tsuns

Hime/Hime

Otome/Otome

Trope/Tropes

Junk/Junks

Iri/Iridium

Eep/Eepy

Bore/Bored

Phone/Phones

Key/Keyboard

Smash/Smashs

Self/Selfs

Ship/Ships

Spite/Spites

Attack/Attacks

Heli/Copter

Spoil/Spoiled

Brat/Brats

Hate/Hates

Fox/Foxs

Whore/Whores

Rage/Rages

Oc//Ocs

Mouth/Mouths

Queer/Queers

Toy/Toys

Paw/Paws

[queenoftheshed]

FUCK ME SIDEWAYS

in my van that I don't have yet. I want a van; a minivan, nay, the miniest minivan that ever mini'd. Have you ever seen a kei van? They're wild. They're like these 8cm long vans from Japan that get 97km per liter or some shit and they can fit no less than 39 clowns in them. THIRTY. NINE. CLOWNS. That's a lot of tomfoolery in such a small package. Hark, what goest against the horizon but a cardboard box made by hyundai with 39 clowns on a mission of mischief. They're silly little guys. Funny little fellas, even, and they absolutely came to play games. So many games, like ring toss and cornhole. Anyway, fingers crossed I end up with a grand caravan or maybe if I play my cards right, a functional public transit system made out of dragons. Stupid, sexy dragons uwu

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

request: Pls could I request a mason mount fic where he’s dating a famous actress?? Thanks !! <3333

word count: 1.328k

warning: meantions of smut, mason yearns for you (and you for him ofc), mushy mushy floof uwu

being the most prettiest wag between the football wags —i mean, you're not his girl forever officially, but the two of you look so perfect together that nobody can imagine the one of the two of you without the other.

when you attend to one of his match, thw camera focuses on you at the beginning of the match, when they get a goal or they score a goal, and either the chelsea fans, either your fans loves your reactions —although you don't want to be in the spotlight at these events. anyway, you always posts stories and videos about the match.

sharing your clothes and other stuff constantly —the fans goes crazy about when a behind-the-stage photo reveals that you wear mason's sweater, or his longs socks for an interview, or his hats in the breaks of the filming. they catch when you and mason wear the matching pair of rings, socks, hats or caps, shoes even (yours are such smaller than his, so cute!!), or when once he hid the necklace in his neck under the undershirt of his kit —the necklace you made for him when you were bored at home, and once the one you wore in a show. everybody loves it, and you can't change my mind.

going together to partiesand awards always —mason couldn't believe when the first time you asked him to be your date, he never went to award shows, only watched them on the telly, and low-key he imagined that what is it like when he's on the screen with those famous actors and singers. when you asked him, he was sure that you're joking, but when you went serious about it, he spun you around, hugging you for the whole evening you spent together. since then, a lot of things changed, but some things never: it's always a spotlight of the night when the two of you arrive; mason opens his door, then opening yours like a gentleman, helping you out by your hand, holding it gently —he walks at first behind you, making sure that your dress does not have a wrinkle, then taking your arm into his, he walks slowly according to your high heels. he stands patiently beside you while you do your interviews, whispering about how perfect you are and how well you do all of this —he was a fan of yours since you acted in shows as a kid, and he felt like your biggest fanboy. (i need to mention that everytime he sees as you slay the red carpet, mason gets lowkey horny —like, he just wants to kiss you passionately in front of everybody, dominating every camera in the room to show that he's the luckiest one in the are because you chose him.

when you win an award, mason smiles brightly, and blushes tons and tons when you mention him as your anchor and your biggest supporter in the days. but if your words doesn't get him, the sight of you, glowing in the spotlights flawless, everybody want a piece from you because you're above of them —he just feels the tension when you go to the backstage to him and he kisses you with everything he got. "you were so perfect out there, most perfect girl not even in the area but in the world." mason whispers as he tilts back your head to look into your eyes, a little bit watery from the win and his praise. "don't cry, please... i'm saying this because if felt that everybody wants my baby but only i can have her." (after this, you beg in your mind to him to take you right there and then, but you know of you said that to him, the two you could never get to the after-party without re-doing your makeup and styling mason's hair).

not to mention when the two of you drive back from the event together (you left the after-party after ten minutes to go to home to fuck), he can't resist himself from burying his head between your legs in the backseat of the car, the driver in the front is long forgotten— "you have so much power you can't even imagine, baby... my girl has the brightest aura around her and she acts like she doesn't know about it in the slightest... that's why she got that pretty award, doesn't she? well, you're my award, y/n. i would do anything for you."

he wants to spoil you even when you're away —sending texts is the less he wants to do, he messages even your manager to remind her if you have a problem, and if you have a problem and you don't tell him, you gonna cause him sleepless nights. his heart hurts when yours or his birthday is postponed while one of you is, or the both of you are away —if he scores a goal or after a chelsea win a riporter asks him, he's surely gonna say "i wanted to be there for y/n to celebrate her birthday, but she knows how important is to me... that's why i love her, and maybe that's what went on my mind when i scored that goal." after he arrives back to the hotel, he calls you, and if you are free, then he won't gonna take down the phone until it's 4am, even if you sleep in —the two of you can not talk for a half an hour through a video-call, it's just satisfying to him to check on your while you do your night routine and that you're safe and feel good at that moment.

you love him so much that you don't want to let him know you cry at night, thinking how much you miss him, everything about him, because you know that he will be so crazy that he buys a plain ticket to you —he did, once, and that day was so crazy but so good.

the sex is super sensitive —mason praises every time you spend together since you have to travel to places for the filming, and his matches neither are always in england, in chelsea. mason hugs you tightly while he holds your hand, the other at your waist, slowly moving it's way to your clit as he feels your hgih coming. he buries his face into your neck or into your hair, smelling you helps him to remember it when he wakes up alone in his bed —the silk of your hair between his fingers. whenever the two of you together on the day of yours or his pass, you turn to him in the morning, peeking above your shoulder to see he is awake, when you turn to him to hug him, mason want the time to stop. the midnight is the same worrying.

mason couldn't stop with you —the endless trusts, the never-ending hold on your thigh and your waist will leave a red patch for a long time, but not because of the pain but because of his longinf touch— "baby, is everything alright? i don't want to stop you, but you have to leave tomorrow, won't you be tired?" you asked, gasping as mason pressed together his lips, reaching a new spot he knew you enjoy so much that you will cum again. "i don't want to sleep", he said, "don't wanna sleep", he repeated, and when you touched his face, he looked into your eyes. "what's worrying you so much?" at your gently voice, mason kissed you so hard that your mind spinned while he began to move in you once again. "just don't want to leave you, never... if we keep moving y/n, if we don't fall asleep, the morning will never come, right?" your heart swarmed at his words; feeling sorry for him and loving him eternally at the same time was so strange, yet it felt like you were on a good trip —the best trip.

that would be the headcanon, i am busy right now sowwy )): i yearn for mason so much that this post would be never-ending uwu

taglist and my dm (requests also) is open <3

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A "meet the artist" illustration featuring OP on a background of purple and green squares and rectangles. The words are handwritten in white with dark purple borders, and the image is titled "MEET THE ARTIST", with "MAJOR! they/them, 20" written beneath it. Below that is a list of likes and dislikes. The likes are the color schemes green and purple, orange and teal, and aqua and magenta, with the color schemes shown in colored squares rather than being written; another like is broccoli, then "buttons" with a doodle of a sewing button next to it, and found objects. The dislikes are mac and cheese, minimalism, spending $$ (money) and dust gathering.

Major is a mid-sized white person with a bleached side-shaved mullet and long pointy elf ears, and their face is mostly covered by a black face mask and circular sunglasses. They are wearing a teal, red, and black striped t-shirt, a teal, yellow, and orange flannel, a pale denim jacket with a fluffy white collar, blue jeans, and black boots. They are also wearing a black choker with weapon charms, and three necklaces - one with a key pendant, and two with button pendants, purple and orange. They are standing with one leg slightly out, and their hands in their jacket pockets.

Beside Major and under the likes and dislikes lists are drawings of two bags and the items inside them. All items are labelled with arrows pointing to them. Bag number one is a small, black leather backpack which contained a Ziploc bag with a red bottle cap and soda can pop tab in it and a blue latex glove labelled "stuff-collecting gear" and a small black sketchbook with a teal pencil attached to it. Bag number two is a brown messenger bag with front pockets, which contained a bright green sketchbook, a smaller black sketchbook, a box of Uno cards (labelled just Uno), a water bottle and crocheted green and black bottle huggie, two books (one is Dracula, the other doesn't have a visible title), a pack of highlighters and a pack of pens, and a small bottle of hand sanitizer in a green silicone sleeve thing with a key ring with two keys attached to it. end ID]

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finally did one of them meet the artist thingies WAHOO its-a me

i hope that description is good, i've never done one for something like this before but yeah thas me uwu

[littlegingermochipie]

anastasia au / アナスタシアバージョン zukaang week 2021 day four | ba sing se season 2 au / 平行宇宙

aang woke up under the control of dai li, while zuko and iroh lived in ba sing se three years after banishment. set as canon divergent version before crossroads of destiny. more of this story below the cut!

excuse my fuzzy brain for incoming plotholes maybe hehe yeah wow i love impulsiveness. anyway yeah sozin comet ain't comin until like, 120 AG-ish

zuko and iroh stopped searching for the avatar and peacefully worked under quon's patronage at ba sing se.

fortunately, due to their successful tea business, they found better access to knowledge of the avatar, as well as various air nomad's relics and textual informations. they decided to keep everything at their secret warehouse, hiring bands of thugs to keep it safe.

unbeknownst to iroh and zuko, four years before they lived as refugees, dai li was the first one to find aang in his iceberg state near eastern air temple.

hundred years ago, aang briefly fought against fire nation army at the temple alongside pathik, gyatso, the nuns, and several young monks. he was saved by pathik from dire situation by getting thrown into the ocean.

long feng planned to raise the boy as their secret weapon so earth kingdom could rise, taking down the fire nation.

upon woken up, aang was hypnotized, and could only remember that he's an orphan named liu jun, born as earthbender.

he was told that the markings on his skin was a curse since birth by angered spirits, and to never let other people see it or they'll be facing the consequences of his misfortune.

he lived like a bird in a cage under long feng's watch and the head of dai li's tutelage. for six years long, he felt horribly stressed.

one day, aang finally found a way to get out of his residence by tricking the caretakers, sneaking and riding on earth kingdom's logistic vehicles.

once he's out of the food supply cart, he found and saved momo from being sold by black market thugs in the lower ring. there, he stumbled upon zuko and iroh's secret warehouse.

zuko was mad for the intrusion, but quickly realized something about the boy's appearance. iroh, however, noticed that this liu jun has upper class upbringing, and concluded that he's one of the rebel child who wanted the taste of outer walls.

zuko just blatantly state the obvious; "kid, you really, really look like the avatar in that painting," but aang was like, "who's avatar?" and ended up being educated about hundred years war history.

aang felt shocked by the tattoos he saw on the painting. still, he quickly dismissed the idea that he might be a living airbender, since their tattoo was supposed to be a sign of mastery, not a curse like long feng said. he didn't tell this to iroh and zuko, yet.

"aish, you must be mad for ever thinking i'm the avatar. he should be an old man by now! i'm afraid of being near fire or under the water for too long, and i dislike being in cramped spaces with damp air. how am i supposed to bend those elements?" (those are also the mental issues resulted by long feng's braingwashing, ofc)

either way, he needed to hide from long feng. aang quickly sealed the deal to iroh's offer who gave him the chance to help their tea shop in the meantime. well, anything but being under dai li's supervision works.

for a week of working together, zuko had noticed a lot of strange things in aang; like how he could easily play kangling (air nomad's bone flute), how his footsteps were so light he almost can never be heard walking, and how he never want to bathe and get dressed with other people nearby.

in the hunt for aang, long feng sent royal guards to every corner of earth kingdom territory. finally, they found aang at the warehouse. chaotic pursuit ensues. iroh and zuko managed to save him—at the price of being labeled as criminals.

with the help of june, iroh and zuko found their way to their old ship and crews. they brought aang there, and asked who he actually was since he's so important for the dai li.

from zuko and iroh's research, the only living people who could confirm the avatar's identity was bumi, who's in omashu, and the temple sages. too much risk for those, ofc, so they opted to go to the empty eastern air temple for more hints.

there, they met pathik, who went, "monkey feathers! aang, is that you?" to which aang replied, "nah, i'm liu jun." and pathik's like, "but i can sense your avatar spirit! and-and your tattoos, let me look at it!" but aang was so, so afraid of showing it.

then, by nudging his inner ki, pathik managed to trigger the avatar state out of aang, causing him to remember everything, including his airbending ability.

zuko and iroh be like, "well, shit, he's really the avatar," and their journey went rather hellish from that, with both zhao's fleet and the dai li on their tail.

after being informed by pathik that he had bonded with an air bison named appa, aang wished he could find him, since appa's the only family that might remain alive with him in this world. zuko promised that they would find appa.

under the pretense of companionship, zuko secretly plotted to give aang to ozai, while he and iroh helped the boy to master four elements by travelling around the world.

feelings were hindering him on the way, though. months of travelling together did that. "i think we could be good friends, even in another lifetime, if not a hundred years ago." oof, aang.

just like dimitri and anastasia, zukaang had deep bonding session at the boat with their dancing dragon and firebending lessons. iroh did smile knowingly at them.

betrayal slapped hard when aang found out about zuko's actual plan during their fight against zhao at north pole, who revealed with, "you befriend this dishonored prince, avatar? all he wanted to do was to send you to the fire lord as a nicely wrapped gift! this was all a ploy to earn your trust, to take you down by knowing your exact blind spots! you are merely a tool for him to regain his former identity!"

ouch. they got separated from there. aang then teamed up with the eventually formed gaang at the other side of the world, while zuko getting scolded by iroh, "you don't only lose someone that you care about, but the hope of the whole world! your hope! hadn't the past three years taught you something? hunger for power only bring despair to you!"

both once separated parties then reunited with the crossroads episode. aang ended up dead, katara swore to finish the fire siblings off, and zuko went absolutely mad, drowned in grief.

it's up to zuko now, to actually fulfill his promises; from finding appa to saving the world from his father—all without knowing that katara could revive aang. angst angst angst, final boss, zukaang banging then everyone lived happily ever after ♥

the musical scores would be:

a rumour in ba sing se

once upon an agrahāyana

caldera holds the key to your heart

learn to wield it

learn to wield it (dancing dragon reprise)

in the dark of the moonless night

feels great to finally manifest this draft of zukaang anastasia au for @zukaangweek uwu

[yournextflame]

I’m not sure if the Japanese text does a better job at characterizing — but I’m curious, because I’m rather bad at visualizing personalities in-text unless they’re overly obvious. How would you characterize Marika and her family in terms of goals and personalities?

This is going to be a really controversial take, but...

I don't see Marika as a human. She is a living embodiment of this meme.

Elden Ring works like a mythologization of the evolutionary process of humanity and with me Marika strikes like a symbol of barbarian-medieval-esque society rather than a person. That's why I don't understand the need to screw canon in a favor of poow twagic qween Mawika Sue uwu; it degrades an unique take on civilization advancement into young adult schlock about rebellion against le bad ancient evil cthulhu; and I believe Martin and Miyazaki can do better than this.

When it comes to her characterization as a person, there is not a lot of food. She is arrogant to the point where it's meme'd in Japanese fandom as she uses "ore" and "omae" to refer her husbands (and everyone else), she values ambitions, strength and absolutely ruthless. But what are her insecurities? Interests (other than being self-absorbed narcissist)? He relationships with people? Well, there is pretty much nothing, devepolers even removed Godfrey's lines, in which it seemed that he genuinely loved her.

Despite everything I wrote above, I don't view Marika as a really evil character. She is a byproduct of her times, a darwinistic warlord born in the age of darwinistic warlords. She genocided Fire Giants, but Fire Giants themselves exiled ice dragons from the mountaintops. She threats her children like disposable (and children never mention her in their items), but it's not like 1000 or even 100 years ago kids were valued as much as they are valued now.

I'm really curious how DLC can develop her character, especially looking how differently she is viewed by Western and domestic audiences. I wouldn't say that JP characterized her better, but EN really missed some details, such as this line from Gowry's dialogue.

EN: In the age of the Elden Ring, and Queen Marika

エルデンリング、即ち女王マリカの時代が終わったとき

JP: When the Elden Ring; the Age of Queen Marika ends

I have no idea what's her goal, and I wonder if it will be covered in DLC, just like TRC sealed the deal on Gwyn's goal or developed Laurence.

I have 20 pages long write up on Radagon with illustrations, which is mostly outdated, but became origin source for many of my investigations such as Color Theory. The funniest part is that I still don't know what's deal with Radagon.

Unlike 99% of people in fandom I don't see him as rigid religious fanatic. He married Rennala in the church of people who hated the Greater Will, he studied sorcery, he uprgraded Golden Order with the said sorcery and math. But his endgoal is a mystery, I have a few extremely unorthodox and non-mainstream ideas about him that I want to post later (I'm currently consumed by Sumeru).

Radagon seems more human than Marika to me, he has somewhat defined relationships with Rennala (at least we know that Rennala loved him and removed all Marika's statues and stakes lol), he has more connections with demigods, shows partilcular disdain towards some things or interest in others. His icon says that he wanted to be complete and overall I suspect that Melina/Milicent's storylines, where they are going through the certain identity crisis, is a key to understand his arc.

In JP fandom there are a few theories that he was having mental breakdown at some point because his actions are hella random sometimes. He tries to mend the Elden Ring and (un)intentionally sets the Erdtree on fire. He forges a sword, which supposed to symbolize the tennets of the Golden Order and leaves it to creature that was opressed by it.

I wonder if Radagon was meant to be chaotic because Goldmask reaches conclusion that Order doesn't need a god with human heart after he dicovers what's deal with Radagon.

Radahn is Iskandar from Fate, that's my entire take on him. I don't know what was his goal, the Shattering is the most vague event in entire game, despite being the most important, so far it seems that Radahn and Rykard attacked Leyndell because they feel like it.

Rykard is an oddbal, he is screwed in the head, but weirdly wholesome. He has an offscreen character arc in which he went from honorable person to lvl 100 vore-fetishist, but why? Who knows.

I've been talking about Ranni a lot, just search her tag in my blog.

Malenia - blade of Miquella.

Now Miquella in my opinion is like Marika; he is more of a symbol of certain historical period rather than a real person. Or more like he is heading towards this development. Is this why JP calls Empyreans 神人 (god-person)? I don't like takes that Miquella was solely interested in curing Malenia/saving Godwyn, you don't need to cover your brand new tree in your statues if are a humble guy, who cares only about your poor siblings. In my opinion Miquella portrays society changes over time, he is feeble, weak, yet he utilizes soft power and relays on more on intellegence instead of brute strenght. Marika to Miquella-what-could-have-been age gives me vibes of changes from survival of the fittest mindset in society to more modern approach.

Mohg is Disney villain (I mean, go and watch Frollo singing Hellfire and mine and mine alone line, it radiates Mohg's energy). On a more serious note, Mohg and Morgott lore was out of my interest so far as I'm currently invested in different topics such as spirits; and I think other people covered Omen Twins better.

Your question was very broad, so I'm not happy with my answer as I usually prefer go more into details, but dendroculi wouldn't collect themselves.