#Lu likes the short one better and... same

[kosomolski-dolls]

So uhm.

I gave my Little Monica Tommy new eyes and freckles and she looks even cuter now I think 🤔

Before and after.

But then I made a mistake and put a short wig that I made for a different doll (from same fiber) on her and...

Damn.

She's freaking cute 🥹

#bjd #little monica #little Monica Tommy #kosomolski's dolls #Lu likes the short one better and... same #now she needs a name because i don't feel like she wants to be a Marcie...

[lightsofpandora]

Na'vi language

Summary: You were the new "acquisition" of the Omaticaya clan, the tribe had found you lost in the forest (you had been separated from your group on a mission to save your life) and they decided to take you with them since they did not want to take any risks: you were human and they had to decide what to do to see if you were intended to be a threat or not. Now, you had been with the clan for a while and the Sully children were doing their best to help you learn more about their culture and even more, their language. But, not everything went the best way for two of them.

Word Count: 1591

Warning: All of them have the same age

Pairings: sully children x female!reader

A/N: Sorry if there is more than one mistake, English isn’t my first language and I am still learning it. It’s my first time writing an Avatar fanfic! However, I hope you enjoy it and have a good time, thanks for reading! (:

Neteyam

You two had established a good relationship since he discovered that you were not a threat, from that moment Neteyam wanted to get closer and help you understand those lands, their traditions and the history of the people, because he could see in your eyes that you were a beginner in everything related to that world of which you knew nothing; he was more than happy to give you a hand and help you in whatever was possible. At the beginning, Neteyam and you communicated through gestures, signs and short words in English that his father and brothers had taught him, but, like you, he still needed practice to be able to dominate a whole sentence in English. Neteyam had become one of your best friends in the clan, so when he found out that you were to be given lessons of Na'vi he was very excited because he knew how fast you were learning and you were going to be able to communicate in a "more natural way" soon, no more English words and phrases that he battled with constantly and struggled to understand. He was very excited to teach you.

"Look, here's the deal: I'll teach you our language and if you say one correct word after another, you'll teach me that complicated and difficult language of yours, is that okay? It'll be an easier way for us to communicate! Tsun oe ngahu niNa'vi pivängkxo a fi'u oeru plite' lu!"

Lo’ak

Even when he knew you were not a threat to the clan, Lo'ak took much more time to trust and start a conversation with you because you were a human and he didn't know which side you were on, he barely knew you. The stories his parents had told him all his life about the RDA made him grow up with a feeling of constant alertness to any foreign movement, especially danger. He had learned to be distant and cold to those who were not part of his people or race, just as he was doing with you. However, as time went by, you showed him that you were friendly and had spent enough time in those lands to fall in love with every aspect and detail of Pandora, constantly trying to make him understand that not all humans were the same. Little by little, Lo'ak stopped being so defensive and began to approach you slowly, with "baby steps" (as his father would say) and the same way he got closer, it didn't take him long to fall in love with you almost instantly; a feeling that scared him at first and he tried to hide it as best he could, although, when he found out that you were to be taught to speak his language, he saw an opportunity to spend more time together even with his siblings around. He simply found it hard to take his eyes off you and even harder to accept that he was in love with a human. "You're doing great, y/n. Much better than us! Now, can you say tawtute?" he kept laughing with your pronunciation and the way you quickly managed to get frustrated, he found you really adorable.

Spider

Like Loak, Spider was hesitant to make friends with you and show you his ways because, like the others, he also thought that you were part of the RDA and that this was just part of a plan. However, time proved him wrong and besides becoming friends, Spider's heart developed something much deeper. At the arrival of these new feelings, he felt insecure and somewhat nervous, but, he thought that at least, he had a better chance than Lo'ak since the guy didn't have the least idea of how to dissimulate and didn't think he knew the meaning of the word either. When he was assigned the task of teaching you new words, Spider stayed leaning against a tree with his arms crossed watching how the others did all the work, not because he didn't want to teach you himself but because he knew that the others had more experience and knew what they were doing. Anyway, he would say phrases that always managed to make you laugh: "You said it wrong, Lo'ak! y/n, he's teaching you wrong. Don't listen to him, please!" "I'm sorry I can't teach you myself, y/n. My pronunciation is a hell of a lot better than Lo'ak's but my accent is awful." Those kind of comments always generated a friendly fight between the two brothers and some branch used to hit the head of the Na'vi.

Kiri

Unlike the two skxawng, Kiri was much more similar to Neteyam in many aspects; she was a very kind girl even when she was warned of your arrival, she was one of the first to defend you over the others by saying that she did not see you as a bad person. She was also very curious, so she went to meet you behind Jake and Neytiri's back to find out where you came from, who you were and what you were looking for in those lands. It didn't take long for the two of you to form a strong bond. But, at that moment, Kiri was worried because neither Lo'ak or Spider were teaching you useful words with which you could learn to communicate. All they were doing was laughing and being silly in front of you; on one hand, Spider wanted to teach you jokes and funny words so that you would "make good friends" while on the other hand, Lo'ak was determined to teach you how to say phrases like: "I love you", "Do you want to be my boyfriend?", "You are a cute boy" and some swear words; they were not teaching you anything at all. For this very reason and refusing to do nothing but watch, Kiri went looking for Jake.

"What's wrong, kiddo? is everything all okay?"

"They're not teaching her anything they should! Spider and Lo'ak are messing around and y/n is playing along with their joke simply because she doesn't understand what they're saying! She' s trying so hard to learn, but they're not helping!"

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Hearing her words, Jake covered his face with his hands and let out a sigh, frustrated. He knew it wasn't a good idea to put two rowdy teenagers next to y/n, the way he saw it, they looked like two monkeys trying to get attention and it was a trait that always stood out to them.

"They're flirting with her, aren't they? little bastards!"

"Spider yes but Lo'ak... he's not doing very well, he doesn't know how to dissimulate, he's terrible, daddy." answered the youngest of the family, Tuktirey, who at saying those words frowned and played with a plant, not entirely sure of the meaning of her words.

Jake was guided by his two daughters to the place and observed the two young boys with a very negative look on his face. Then, he shouted something to them in his native language so that y/n would understand perfectly and, he hoped that it would have an effect on one of them:

"Hey, both of you! Stop acting like lovesick monkeys and do what I told you! You'll have the rest of the day to teach her romantic lines and anything you want. Damn it!"

And to his good luck, they did. Both, Lo'ak and Spider turned red as a tomato and shrugged their shoulders in embarrassment, unable to look at y/n or say a word. Neteyam let out a big laugh when he saw the expression of both and then thanked his father with a nod of his head, very different from Spider and Lo'ak, who didn't know whether to murder their father or their brother first.

Kiri and her little sister returned with the others, now ready to teach y/n the right way. However, the girl didn't want to return to her lessons without giving the two of them their revenge.

"So.... lovesick monkeys?"

The laughter that followed from the three girls and Neteyam was an embarrassing blow to the naughty ones, although deep down, perhaps, they deserved it. That would be a good story to tell later, but now they had to get on with their lessons, including Spider and Lo'ak who had already had their little secret found out.

"Can you say "Jake skxawng?" were the last words Lo'ak addressed to y/n with a fake smile before remaining silent for the rest of the lesson.

—lightsofpandora

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #lo'ak #lo'ak x reader #neteyam #neteyam x reader #kiri #kiri x reader #spider #spider x reader #avatar x reader #avatar x you #avatar imagine #james cameron's avatar #avatar 2009 #avatar

[pippytmi]

kacy au + a prompt from this list: "this is the first time I’m living on my own and my parents decided to spontaneously drop by in a few hours to see how I’m doing pls let me borrow some cleaning supplies and food so that my parents will believe I’m a functioning, responsible adult who totally cleans and doesn’t just have condiments and eggs in my fridge AU”

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“Hey! Hi, you’re—you're 8C, right?”

Kate nearly drops her bag at the sudden voice and its proximity, entirely unused to any kind of attention whatsoever. Embarrassingly, her first response is to reach for a gun that isn’t there, succeeding only in pulling out her keys as a makeshift weapon.

“Whoa,” the stranger before Kate says, raising both hands up. She looks vaguely familiar, dark eyes and curly hair and a short enough stature that Kate presumes she won’t be a real threat. “Is that a…key? No offense, but I don't think that would stab very well.” She squints up at Kate suddenly, almost like she’s trying to figure her out. “Please don't test that theory.”

Kate can only hurriedly lower said keys, feels her cheeks burn under the scrutiny. “Sorry,” she says. “I guess I’m a little jumpy.”

“It’s all good, I totally get it,” the stranger says cheerfully. “There’s not really a welcoming committee around these parts.”

“Is that why you’re here?” Kate asks slowly, cautiously on guard once more. She had first moved into this apartment two months ago, so it’s a little late for a welcome-to-the-neighborhood kind of thing.

“It could be,” the woman says, and she holds out her hand. “I’m Lucy. You might know me better as 12B, I’m the one always throwing empty bottles at the landlord’s head.”

Kate just stares back, accepting the handshake a beat later than socially acceptable. “I…didn’t know anyone did that, actually.”

“Oh it’s fine,” Lucy’s quick to reassure her. “He hasn’t found out it’s me.”

“Okay.” Kate is still very, very confused as to what Lucy of 12B (who throws water bottles at people) could possibly want. Or why she has decided to introduce herself in such a strange manner.

“Sorry to bug you," Lucy says, “but you’re kind of my last hope. I’ve been trying to find one friendly neighbor in this shithole, and so far, everyone has been shutting their doors in my face. You’re kind of on another level since you tried to shank me, but I am completely willing to forget that if you can let me borrow some stuff.”

“I didn’t try to…” Kate trails off as Lucy gazes up at her with such a hopeful expression that her resolve immediately weakens. “What kind of stuff?”

“Nothing major,” Lucy says. “Long story short, my parents decided to drop in on me, and I basically have nothing in my place. Any chance you can lend me some cleaning supplies? And maybe some groceries? I will one hundred percent pay you back. I just need them to think I’m an actual functioning human being.”

“I guess I can see what I have,” Kate says reluctantly, gripping her groceries a little tighter to her chest. “Come in, I’ll get you everything you need.”

This is probably a bad idea. Scratch that—it is definitely a bad idea, and Curtis will actually kill her for this, but Kate invites this literal stranger into her (government-assigned) home and leaves Lucy alone in order to briefly dash into her room and lock up the gun kept in the bottom of her purse.

Lucy, at the very least, stays firmly in the living room where Kate left her, though her eyes obviously wander around the room. “I like the color,” she says, gesturing to Kate’s couch. “Funky.”

Kate grimaces. “It was the only one they had,” she says of that neon-green monstrosity.

“Well, I think it’s really cool,” Lucy says. With Kate back, she seems emboldened, takes a turn about the room with a curious half-smile. “Your place seems smaller than mine. How much are you paying? Because if it’s the same as mine, I can totally get the landlord with a bottle for you.”

“I’m fine, thanks,” Kate says. “Um, I think I should have everything you need in the kitchen.” She ushers Lucy right over, gestures to the fridge and says, “You can pick whatever you want for food. I’ll get the cleaning supplies from under the sink.” Still on edge, she crouches down to retrieve everything while watching Lucy out of the corner of her eye.

If Lucy can feel Kate staring, she doesn’t show it; she happily accepts the invitation to rummage through the fridge, clanking of bottles and rustling of bags audible. Finally, Kate focuses on the task at hand, and packs the basics into a plastic bag: bleach, window cleaner, Lysol.

“Okay, this might be more unbelievable than having nothing in my house,” Lucy suddenly declares. “Do you have anything good to eat?”

Kate lifts her head. “What?”

“This is all health food and green juice, 8C,” Lucy says. Pauses. “Oh fuck. I never asked for your name.”

Honestly, Kate forgot she hadn’t, either. “It’s—”

“I really hope you’re not a serial killer,” Lucy continues, as if Kate isn’t even in the room and she is just musing aloud. “That probably should’ve been my first question. Can we start over? Here. 8C, are you a serial killer?”

Kate blinks. “No,” she says. “But I also don’t think serial killers would tell you if they were.”

“Fair enough,” Lucy says, and peculiarly enough, she doesn’t seem threatened at all by the possibility. Obviously she is not afraid to be in unfamiliar situations with unfamiliar people, and Kate wonders if she should rethink her assumption that Lucy is not a threat. “So what’s your name, then?”

“...Kate.”

“Kate,” Lucy repeats. “Hm. It’s not what I was expecting, but it fits.” With that information, she just turns around and…continues going through Kate’s fridge. “Are you single?”

Kate coughs. “W-what?”

“Single people always have those sad frozen meals, at least,” Lucy says. “I do too, normally, but I haven’t hit the grocery store in a while.” She opens the freezer and actually whoops at the sight of Marie Callender's finest. “Jackpot! I will take these off your hands.”

“And your parents will…be fine with that?” Kate decides that, overall, she is utterly confused by Lucy the neighbor from 12B. There's no other possible way to put it.

“Oh not at all, but it is what they expect,” Lucy says. “I’ll take some of your health foods too, I guess. Let them think I’m trying to stop bad habits.” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear with a self-conscious laugh. “I mean, only if that’s fine with you.”

And something about that moment where Lucy becomes a little awkward—when she bashfully looks down at her feet, then looks back up at Kate from underneath her long eyelashes—it endears Kate completely. At the very least, it makes her relax, stomach twisting in itself in a tell-tale weakness for pretty girls in trouble. “Sure,” she says. “Do your parents like wine? You can take a bottle, I have a few.”

“I would never turn down wine,” Lucy says, brightening. “I don’t even care that I don’t have wine glasses. We can drink out of paper cups for all I care.”

Kate opens the liquor cabinet to make her selection: a nice red that had been a gift from her mother. (She’ll just have to email her later and say she loved it when her mother asks.) “I would offer to lend you some, but I also don’t have wine glasses,” she finds herself saying, then immediately regrets it, because Lucy obviously expects an explanation and all Kate seems to be able to do is make a fool out of herself today.

“Are you also a connoisseur of paper cups? Kate from 8C, I think we’re going to be friends,” Lucy says easily, and Kate’s lips twitch from the effort of biting back a smile.

“I actually like to drink wine out of mason jars,” Kate says. “I know it’s a little weird…”

Lucy has absolutely no qualms about smiling, and her smile lights up her whole face in a way Kate can’t look away from. “I think that’s cute,” she says, and Kate’s face burns so hot she knows that her status as this building’s number one gay disaster is 100% secured.

“Here,” Kate barely remembers to blurt out, handing off the wine bottle. “And let me get you a bag for the food too.”

After everything has been successfully squared away, Lucy is left with three large bags that will definitely require more than one trip. “Thank you,” she says. “Seriously. You’ve saved my life and I promise I will replace everything I’ve stolen today.”

“It’s no problem,” Kate says. “Do you need help taking it to your place?”

Lucy feigns a double-take, mouth falling open in an exaggerated gasp. “Already trying to invite yourself over? Wow, 8C. At least buy a girl dinner first.”

Kate’s mouth inevitably twists into that damned smile anyway. “Is that not what the frozen meals are? Technically, I did buy them.”

“Touché,” Lucy says, biting her lip. “You are…surprising.” She snags the smaller of the bags which contains the cleaning supplies, then swings it over her shoulder. “Alright, you can walk me home. But no funny business.”

“Okay,” Kate says with a laugh, taking the last two bags herself.

“But,” Lucy says as they walk outside, “you officially have a rain check.”

“For dinner?” Despite the circumstances of Kate’s arrival here—despite the looming undercover op that is about to consume her life—she feels light. Hopeful, even.

Lucy throws a wink over her shoulder. “For the funny business,” she says, all but skipping in the direction of her apartment.

Kate, meanwhile, freezes in place. Nevermind about Lucy being a threat to her life—she’s just going to be a threat to Kate's sanity.

(Which…may or may not be a bad thing. It’s to be determined, at any rate). 

#had to get this out of my system!! #kacy #kate x lucy #ncis hawaii #i need a fic tag #i envision this as the 'first meeting' for the fast & furious prompt i did way back (the angsty one w/the undercover op) #dammit do i need to turn that au into a full on fic ....

[sanjisblackasswife]

𝕃𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝔽𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

😄imma draw this scenario

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Use of Fleshlight(google it), Luffy is a pervert because thats my favorite kinda Luffy, Reader is guiding him and watching🤸🏽‍♀️

“L-like this?!”

“Mmhm..”

You smile seeing his hands grip your sheets, you could see his left leg moving up and down, toes curled feeling the lubed up toy suck him in.

“Feels good huh?”

“Heh…” Luffy breathed out, barely taking a glance at you before looking back down at how you’re pumping his dick with the—-

“Wh—what’s uh—-ah! what’s this called again?”

“A fleshlight.” Your voice sounding almost teasing, hands wrapped around it moving it up and down so slowly just to hear the wet sloppy noises its already causing from Luffy’s precum mixing in. “This is what you can use when i am not here…”

Your captain wanted to rebuttal, but you moved faster, causing his back to arch a little off the headboard.

“C-can you get naked too?” His cheeks lightly dusted in pink, seeing as he was completely naked on your bed as requested and you were still fully clothed, you peer up at him, “Please?”

You nod, taking his hand your make him hold on to the toy, guiding him to move his hand in the same pace as you, he was already making a mess, cum and lube falling down his shaft to his balls you snicker a little, “Cumming already?”

“Na-uh! I’m—AH!”

He started to buck into it, the way the artificial pussy was already starting to mold into the shape of his dick you got up to strip, still watching him.

“Lu..” You crawl to him, putting your fingers to his panting mouth, “Suck.”

He did as told sucking on your digits and weakly licking on them as well, with a pop sound you sit back in front of him, using the spit he left as lubricant on your clit, his eyes widened staring.

“Y-Y/N!”

“What? You wanted me naked..here I am….” Your voice purred, watching him fuck into the fleshlight with one hand you match his thrusting pace, drawing circles you started to moan his name.

This was all too much, Luffy wasn’t sure if he wanted to cum in you or the damn fake pussy he was fucking, his breathing was heavy. Sure, you obviously felt way better when fucking but seeing you play with yourself as he was too made his mind all fuzzy.

“O-oh!” He whimpered, he was so close, “C-cum! Cumming!”

His hand and the toy was a blur, the sloshing sounds got louder and his moans got more broken, you picked up the rhythm feeling yourself get close as well.

He was so cute.

His dick still inside but he was panting, his hair stuck to his forehead, from sweat on his face and chest, so exhausted from using that thing his hand even felt hot, you calm down from your high too moving to take off the fleshlight from him, seeing him turn limp, still oozing cum you giggle, but it was short lived when Luffy came to kiss you, almost eating you; whole you tasted amazing to him right now.

He whined and whimpers in your mouth, tongue playing with yours, the kiss gets sloppy so fast, you even felt him grab his cock to rub against your slit, you pull back to moan out his name and see what he was doing back there, he smiles at you and says;

“Can we do that again…or…y’know…I do to you what I did to that lightflesh?”

“Flesh light!”

“Same thing!” Luffy giggled, holding you close against his chest.

He was unbelievable.

#one piece #black reader #one piece headcanons #one piece x female reader #one piece smut #one piece x black!reader #Luffy smut #monkey d. luffy #luffy #luffy x reader #luffy x female reader #luffy x black reader

[tortillamastersblog]

♕ No Matter What - Part 2 | Lena Luthor ♕

Pairing: Lena Luthor x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Working as Lena’s bodyguard turns out to be more boring than anticipated. Yes, there have been several attempts on her life right before you were hired, but since then… nothing.

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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It’s been three weeks and the only words spoken between Lena and I since I started have been anything but personal.

I get to her apartment in the morning to accompany her to the office, then sit around outside her office, sharing light conversations with Jess every now and then before following her into a high end restaurant for lunch where she meets her best friend Kara Danvers, or some business partners.

After lunch it’s back to the office until dinner, which she usually orders in.

It’s only in the late hours of the night that she finally decides to go home. I obviously accompany her all the way until she’s at her front door where she bids me a polite goodnight before shutting the door in my face.

The next day is the same, and so is the one after that. It’s like clockwork. Until it’s not.

I’m running exceptionally late today because the electricity in my apartment building shorted out in the middle of the night, effectively resetting my alarm clock and deleting the alarm I set for this morning.

In a haste I pulled on some clothes, brushed my teeth and fixed my hair, leaving no time for breakfast.

I rushed out of the door and downstairs, struggling with the lock of my bike for a second before jumping on and pedaling as though my life depended on it.

Now, fifteen minutes late, sweaty and breathing heavily, I get to Lena’s apartment building. I rush inside and shove my bike into the janitors closet, ignoring Ann’s laugh behind the reception desk.

I’m just about to call for the elevator when it dings and the doors open to reveal an annoyed looking Lena Luthor.

“You’re late,” she states, moving to brush past me, but then she notices the state I’m in. “Why do you look like that? Did you run here or something?”

I wipe a droplet of sweat off my forehead and grimace. “I biked, actually…” The unimpressed raise of an eyebrow I receive has me quickly adding, “But that’s not important. I’m so sorry for being late, Ms. Luthor. It won’t happen again.”

Lena’s eyes rake over me once more, only this time she seems more curious than scrutinizing.

“It better not,” she quips and for a moment I can’t believe that she’s actually joking.

I follow her outside and open the backdoor of the waiting car. She slips inside and I follow after her, signaling for the driver to go once we’re both buckled in.

The ride is uneventful, so is the trek from the car to her office. However when she stops in front of Jess’s desk instead of walking into her office, I almost run into her.

‘Ms. Luthor, what—?”

“Jess,” Lena says, ignoring my surprised exclaim. “Could you please grab Y/N a new shirt from the lab storage room? Something a little less sweaty?”.

Oh my God…

If I died right now I honestly wouldn’t care. Anything would be better than this.

Jess hurries off immediately, leaving Lena and I to our own devices.

I don’t dare to meet her eyes, but then she laughs softly and I look up to find her smiling at me.

It’s the first ever genuine smile she’s directing at me and it makes my stomach flip.

“Don’t be embarrassed. It just shows that you actually care about your job,” she says and it’s almost enough to assuage my embarrassment if it weren’t for my stomach growling the next second.

Please, just kill me.

Instead of making a big deal out of it, Lena just crosses her arms with an amused smile and says, “How about some breakfast?”

I’m about to decline, but then my stomach growls again and I agree with a shy nod. “Yes, please.”

We enter her office and she asks me to take a seat on the couch while she rearranges some of her meetings to accommodate for the turn of events.

“Ms. Luthor, you really don’t have to do this, I know you’re busy and—“

Lena raises her hand, effectively shutting me up. “Nonsenses. I want to do this. I want to get to know you better,” she hits return on her keyboard, presumably sending off an email to her staff entailing the details of the change of plans and gets up to join me on the couch.

I frown and bite my tongue to prevent myself from asking but why now?

She hasn’t made any effort to get to know me these last couple of weeks. What’s changed?

First the teasing earlier and now this impromptu breakfast.

“Fine,” I say, a little impatient but Lena doesn’t seem to notice, or she just doesn’t care. “What would you like to know? I feel like there’s hardly anything you don’t already know after reading my resume and the extensive background check your security team did on me.”

Lena’s eyes widen for a split second before she recomposes herself. She shifts in her seat and nervously straightens out her blouse. “Actually, I never took a look at any of that.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “What? But then who—?”

The question dies on the tip of my tongue when Lena meets my eyes with a sheepish smile. “Sam took care of everything.”

Ah, that explains why she hasn’t asked about the honorable discharge. She doesn’t know.

I don’t know if I’m supposed to feel relieved or offended. Relieved because it means I don’t have to talk about what happened, or offended because I know almost every little detail about her by now and she doesn’t even know where I worked before agreeing to this position.

For instance, I know that she’s an excellent chess player, she hates Salmon, she takes her coffee black, she doesn’t like tequila, and she’s not one to shy away from a glazed donut every now and then.

“I only really know your name,” Lena continues with a hint of regret in her voice, “which is a shame because you’ve proven yourself to be competent and discreet.”

The corner’s of my lips twitch involuntarily at that last part because I know she’s referring to the time last week I walked in on her doing a dorky victory dance when she managed to solve an equation on her whiteboard.

She’d gone pale when she realized I was there, but I just acknowledged her with a nod and set down the coffee she’d asked for before leaving the office again, not losing a word to anyone about what I’d witnessed.

“Well, alright then,” I say, the tension melting away. “Ask away.”

Lena perks up and clasps her hands together in her lap. “When’s your birthday?”

“November 12, 1990,” I reply easily. “Almost three years older than you.”

“You know my birthday?”

I shrug. “It was in Sam’s briefing on you.”

Lena looks surprised and slightly alarmed. “What else did she tell you?”

“Not much,” I admit with a small smile. “Just the basics like your birthday, where you went to school, and your favorite restaurants.”

Lena visibly relaxes and gets right back to questioning me. “Good, so what did you do before accepting this position? Sam briefly mentioned you were in the Army, but that’s about it.”

There it is. I don’t want to get into this too much, so I recite the answers I’ve been practicing ever since it occurred to me that she would want to know why I’m no longer serving. “I was, yes, but before Sam approached me about this job I was living off some savings and a the little money I made teaching self-defense classes.”

Savings… more like separation pay that followed my honorable discharge.

It’s so ironic that it’s called an honorable discharge when I feel like I was anything but that in the moment it counted the most.

“Really, that sounds interesting,” Lena says, bringing me back to reality. I’m glad she doesn’t ask any follow up questions, but then she continues and my stomach drops. “And what about siblings? A sister maybe? Or a brother? I’m sure you know all about my brother.”

She laughs self-deprecatingly, not realizing I’ve frozen in my seat.

“No. No siblings,” I croak which seems to get her attention. Her brows furrow in concern and she opens her mouth to say something, but in that moment Jess returns with a black shirt in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other.

I jump to my feet, glad about the interruption and take the shirt from Jess. “Thanks, Jess.”

“No worries,” she chimes, obviously not picking up on the vibe in the room. “Here you go, Ms. Luthor. Two French Toasts and a Pain au chocolat.”

Lena gets off the couch as well and takes the paper bag and it’s only then that I notice the sweet smell it’s emitting.

“I’m gonna go change.” I hold up the shirt for reference and don’t indulge Lena when she sends me a pitiful look. Of course she knows that something is up after the way I just reacted to her question.

I leave quickly and find a bathroom to change in. My shirt is no longer soaked in sweat, but I know it will start smelling over the course of the day, so I change into the new shirt.

It’s a bit small around my shoulders and strains around my arms but it’ll have to do. I exit the stall and splash some water on my face by the sink.

When I look up and meet my own eyes in the mirror I scoff.

Coward.

The white L-Corp logo over my chest reminds me where I am and I banish any thoughts of Noah from my mind. I grab a paper towel and wipe my face before practicing an unbothered smile in the mirror.

After a couple of tries I manage one that even convinces myself and return to Lena’s office.

She’s taken the food out of the paper bag and placed it on some napkins on the coffee table. She’s also managed to organize some coffee which is steaming in two mugs next to the food.

“So, French toast, huh?” I say lightheartedly which causes Lena’s head to snap up.

She eyes me curiously for a second (her eyes momentarily darting to where the shirt is cutting into my biceps) but when she can’t find any traces of my emotional turmoil she takes a seat on the couch and reaches for her coffee.

“Yes, it’s from my favorite breakfast place down the block. I hope you like it.” She sounds just the tiniest bit self conscious which makes me melt a little on the inside, so I take a seat next to her and pick up one of the sugary treats.

I take a bite and hum in delight. “This is great!” I take another bite before swallowing the first and groan. “Wow. I can’t remember the last time I ate something like this.”

When I look up Lena’s watching me over the rim of her mug, hiding a satisfied smile. The awkwardness and tension from ealier has vanished completely and for the first time I think I catch a glimpse of the friend Sam has described Lena to be.

She is a cutthroat business woman, yes, but it seems underneath the tough exterior she’s just like everyone else, proud when the food she got to pick is to someone’s liking.

I take another bite, and another, and another until the French toast is gone and the only traces of its previous existence are the powdered sugar on my hands and the maple syrup around my lips.

I wipe my hands on a spare napkin and take a sip of coffee before getting rid of the maple syrup with the same napkin.

Lena’s only on her second bite when I look her way, but I honestly couldn’t care less about how I just inhaled that treat. I was starving and like I said, it’s been a long time since I’ve eaten something as good as this.

“So,” Lena starts, gracefully setting down her half-eaten toast, “How’d you meet Sam?”

I laugh and sit back, trying not to eye the Pain au chocolat too obviously. “We grew up together. She was living down the block and when her mom kicked her out when she got pregnant we took her in.”

Lena’s eyes widen. “Really? She never told me about that.“ She ponders over the new information for a moment while my eyes dart back and forth between her and the Pain au chocolat. “So that’s why she’s so protective of you.”

I don’t know what exactly she referring to, but I know what she’s talking about. Sam’s always been like that, defending me whenever she deemed it necessary while I’ve always been there for her and Ruby.

“I guess,” I say with a chuckle. “She’s like a sister to me.”

Lena smiles at that, her eyes twinkling with something I can’t quite place as she leans forward to pick up her toast again. “I can see that,” she says, taking a bite. When my eyes drop to the Pain au chocolat once again she notices and smirks.

“Go ahead,” she mumbles around her mouthful of food, gesturing at the pastry with a jut of her chin. “Take it.”

I beam and reach for it, ready to devour it in a few large bites, but then I think better of it. I pick it up and rip it in half as best as I can, taking one half while putting the other back on the napkin and sliding it in front of Lena.

“There, now it’s fair.”

Lena’s eyes widen slightly and she swallows thickly before taking a big sip of coffee to hide tinge of red that’s made its way to her cheeks.

Maybe this year won’t be so bad after all.

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Welp. This story is shaping up to be longer than anticipated…

#fluff #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor #dc universe #dcu #supergirl #cw supergirl #imagine #x reader

[lu-is-not-ok]

Lu's Guide to Sin Analysis

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

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

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

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

Sin Interpretations

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wrath

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

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

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

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

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

Lust

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

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

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

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

Sloth

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

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

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

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

Gluttony

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

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

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

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

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

Gloom

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

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

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

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

Pride

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

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

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

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

Envy

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

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

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

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

...

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

Sin Affinities in the context of Identities

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sin Affinities in the context of E.G.Os

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sin Resistances.

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

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

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

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

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

#limbus company #limbus company project moon #lcb analysis #lcb canto iv #lcb spoilers #lu speaketh #god help me

[lilacsareinbloomagain]

I'm not sure if you've seen the hype around sky being in his undershirt and being ✨pretty✨ in the recent update, but could I please request reader fawning over Yan!sky in his undershirt or some general hc's for him?

Thanks for requesting!

Notes: This is the actual request, but I'll post some headcannons later for him as well!

Anyways, I, in fact, wasn't around when the whole hype happened, however after a quick search I was able to actually see what all of this was about.

Idk if this can be considered self indulgent, but my immediate idea when it came to writing this was that the reader liked those types of clothes from pinterest. Hopefully I'm not the only one, but those types of clothes just scratch a very specific itch in my brain.

I did not plan for the random suggestiveness at the middle of this oneshot, actually, I never plan, this just came out somehow.

The headcannons!

TWs: Light yanderism, slightly suggestive, the Links being creeps and clothing thievery.

Yandere! LU! Sky x Reader

This is a robbery, not romantic.

The hot, rocky ground has absolutely no respect whatsoever for your shoes.

Out of all the places you had to walk to in the past, along with these guys, this volcano had to be on the top 3 of the worst places you've ever visited.

Walking up the volcano certainly had you sweating, however, you felt like the drops of sweat could barely reach the fabric of your undershirt before they evaporated due to the sheer heat. You weren't even halfway up the path yet, but your legs were already disagreeing with the rhythm the group had adopted to advance as fast as physically possiple. In short, you were slowing down everyone, since the Links refused to let you walk anywhere that wasn't in the middle of them, so that if anything happened, you'd be protected.

A was a distant memory of yours resurfaced in your brain, something about some discovery channel documentary you had watched a long time ago about elephants and how they kept the weaker elephants in the middle of the herd when traveling, the weak being youngins, elderly or sick elephants. 

Frowning, you couldn't help but wonder in which category of weak you fell according to them.

Legend, who was staring keeping an eye on you through the whole trip, as he always did, noticed your struggle and elbowed Warriors, causing the man to let out a choked sound of surprise before Legend gestured to you with his thumb, scowling with his eyebrows furrowed, the same expression he always made sure to put on when something related to you in some way, covering up the softness of his eyes with a hard glare and a grimace.

Warriors, upon analyzing your stance for a second, was able to easily pick on how tired you were, and after taking into account how everyone else was, even if it wasn't as important as your well being, in the end he lifted his hand in a silent gesture for a break.

Nothing in that moment could rival or even equal to the feeling of fresh water coating your tongue and dry throat after so much of that burning sun and heat.

Your feet felt sore already, at this point it was like walking barefoot would be better than walking with those hard-soled boots. Then, you frowned once again, looking down to the bottom of one of your boots, it seemed like those boots were made for strolling on the soft grass, not hiking up a rocky mountain. Worst of all, the heat was so high you were sure you'd get burned as soon as your bare foot made contact with the ground outside the small cave you and the guys were sitting in, so you had no other option than just keeping the shoes on, even if you felt like the damn thing would just melt at some point.

Today, your mood had been dampened considerately, your face unable to catch a break from your constant sour expression. You felt as if you were Legend's replacement for a day.

After checking the really small cave and it's surroundings, the Chain finally seemed to deem it safe for now in a silent agreement between themselves. You were already sitting against some rock and letting the tension flow out of your body much before that.

Others joined you in sitting against rocks or the walls of the cave.

With a quick glance to Time, and a small amused scoff paired with a nod as response from the elder, Twilight was off most of his clothes, keeping only his bottom clothes on.

It was as if a domino effect had taken place, the rest of the Links around you began shedding their layers of clothing, the silence being disturbed by the sounds of fabric and other articles of their attire shuffling and eventually being either dropped or carefully placed on the floor, close enough to be quickly put back on incase something happened. Chatter began traveling around the group.

You had half the mind to move to do the same, your hands and eyes drifting down to the hem of your tunic, beginning to pull it up. 

The chatter suddenly seemed to die down, only one voice still talking. Your hands paused when your mind registered the sudden almost silence, your eyes slowly drifting back up to glance around, noticing how everyone was just… Staring at you…

Even for someone oblivious, the hunger eagerness in their gaze was undeniable.

Naturally, your eyes searched for Time, seeking some kind of refuge, surely the elder would have something to say about this, right?

Wrong. Time's only functional eye was half lidded, trained on your form with the same desire interest apparent in his gaze, you felt like a mouse under the watchful gaze of a hawk, his head tilted as his cheek rested on his fist, the hints of a smug smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

This stare of his felt almost physically uncomfortable, unnerving in a way, like his glare, but worse.

Confusion settled over both you and Wind, who only now seemed to notice that despite all of his talking, he wasn't receiving any response. Looking up just as confused as you once were, his eyebrows furrowed as he traded baffled glances with you.

"What happened? Why the hell is everyone so quiet?" Wind asked, a confused pout settling on his features, his arms defensively crossed over his chest once he noticed the attention of the group was on you, he didn't like one bit how they were looking at you, his "I'm ready to throw hands" stance made that obvious.

The thought made you internally chuckle. Easing up the tension present in the cave as you let the fabric fall back over your tights, releasing it and giving up on the idea of taking it off. This seemed to finally awaken the others, making you grateful for Wind's brotherly protectiveness, your unease fading a bit as they went back to normally talking along with friendly bickering from Warriors regarding Wind's tense figure.

"Goddesses, I didn't remember Eldin Volcano being this hot!" Sky groaned from somewhere on your left, making you turn to look at him.

He still kept his undershirt on despite shedding all his other top layers, seemingly still too shy around you and the others to get that bare. 

You took a moment to admire his shirt and how pretty it looked on him. You just had to take a picture of him in that shirt to post on pinterest later, such a sight surely belonged there.

That was for later though, you didn't have any signs of internet just yet.

"Who gave you the right." Your voice sounded more like an affirmation than a question, your face blank, void of any emotion as you uttered those words, leaving Sky unsure of how he should respond or even react, should he respond at all? The way you spoke confused him more often than not.

"Hah- Uhm… Hylia…? I am not sure I know what you are talking about exactly…" Shy responded slowly, stuttering a bit. The almost apologetic expression on his face made you want to both retreat and smother him with hugs, you know those moments when you find something so cute that you just want to squeeze it as hard as you can? That was how you felt right now.

Sky felt lightly threatened by your blank expression.

It was quite funny to you, his reactions. He'd hardly ever know how to respond to your kind of humor, but his awkward answers and bashful smiles made up for it, making you either grin along or just flat out laugh, as if he had actually responded correctly to whatever random stuff you had just sprouted with a fully straight face. Your reactions to his reactions made him feel embarrassed but also happy, very much glad your attention was on him.

"Who gave you the right to be so pretty?" Your eyes softened, your blank expression falling as a starry-eyed one took place, the way you were looking at him made his heart melt, warm blood being pumped up to his cheeks, a redness taking over his face and the tips of his ears, almost spreading to his neck. Sky was stunned into silence, he didn't even try to speak, he knew from past experiences that trying to speak in this state would lead him to stumble over his words, only embarrassing himself further, like he was a teenager once again.

He resorted to slightly covering his reddened face, his hand coming up to scratch at the side of his head as it tilted down a bit, an timid yet flattered smile tugging at his mouth. His teeth dug into the soft flesh of the inside of his cheek, trying to keep the smile at bay as to not grin at you like a maniac.

Just a simple compliment and he already felt like he had been reduced into a puddle of himself, melted and absolutely compliant to you, how you didn't see his adoring gaze up at you was a mystery, it wasn't like he was doing a good job of hiding it anyway, unconsciously trying to make himself smaller than you all the while trying to appeal even more to your eyes, puffing out his chest. His gaze dropping to your mouth every now and then, your lips looked absolutely delectable framing that ethereal smile of yours.

His cheeks burned brighter at the mere thought of sealing his lips against yours.

"You should definitely wear it more often." You blurted out, too busy ogling at the shirt to notice you said it out loud, too busy to notice the amused and flaunted closed lip smile taking over his grin. 

"I mean, I kind of do wear it everyday…"  A soft snort left his nose, filling your ears as his voice followed, smug, he had definitely seen you looking, making you scoot back once you realized where you really were, leaning into Sky's personal bubble and reaching out to touch the fabric of his shirt not that he minded anyway. "It's just under my clothes most of the time." 

He chuckled quietly, watching with great interest as rich shades of red flushed your face, your cheeks gaining a whole new coloration with his teasing.

The change in dynamics wasn't unwelcomed in any way by him, in fact, Sky found it nice that he wasn't the one flustered this time around.

You, however, were wondering whether you liked the shirt more or the way the shirt fit on Sky. God only knew how badly you wanted to feel that fabric, it was probably cotton, and hand made according to Sky's measurements, meaning it was made to fit him perfectly, way more than it'd fit on anyone else. Yeah, you could see that.

Without noticing, your previous grimace and sour mood had been replaced by a stupid smile on your lips. Sky had this type of side effect on you.

"You know what I meant." Your reply came out in an embarrassed huff, frowning jokingly with your arms crossed, trying to conceal the blush in your face so it would, hopefully, go away, that is, if you were lucky.

You weren't, not really.

"Yeah I know." He replied, a cheerful yet sweet smile on his face, still eyeing your blushy complexion. "I'll make sure to 'wear' it more, at least in situations where we're not being attacked by a dozen of monsters." He joked, rendering you unable to keep a shit-eating grin off of your face.

Sky shyly smiled back at you, mindlessly smoothing out any wrinkles in his shirt while you kept staring, him gladly letting you do as you pleased, drinking up in your attention.

The heat only seemed to grow as the day progressed into mid-day, the sun directly above the cave you guys were in. You'd managed to take off your tunic and gear by now, and it had already helped with relieving some of the suffocating heat, even if you kept your undershirt in place, on your body, overly aware of the multitude of eyes lingering on your form every now and then.

As a result of that same heat, Sky finally succumbed and took off his undershirt, the pretty one you adored, and simply placed it on the dusty, dirty floor, just like that, not treating the white shirt with any respect, completely ignoring the possibility of it getting stained or wrinkled, which pulled an indignant gasp from you.

His attention was once again brought to you by your gasp, puzzled until his eyes really landed on you and processed just what exactly you were doing.

In a quick movement, you snatched Sky's shirt from the floor, forgetting about how tired and sore your feet were in order to dash to the other end of the cave with the shirt clutched in your arms. Despite his recklessness with his clothes, you had to thank Sky for leaving his shirt so easy for you to just kidnap.

The blond's shock faded after a bit, prompting him to spring up and chase after you, not necessarily mad, but definitely not used to having his clothes stolen.

Even so, his mirthful laughter rang out, serving only to fuel you in your attempt to flee from your chaser, still clutching his property to your chest.

#yandere x reader #tw: yandere #yandere linked universe #link x reader #linked universe x reader #yandere link x reader #lu sky #lu sky x reader #yandere lu sky

[miasmaghoul]

Miasma, im a lil sick and if its not too much to ask could i get a lil fic of sick dew with mountain and swiss and cumulus taking care of dew? It'd mean a lot 🥺🥺❤️❤️. (Ty in advance for your consideration)

Sick little guy ahoy.

I hope you feel better soon! ♡

"Has anyone seen Dew this morning?" Cumulus pokes her head into the common room, searching for a telltale blond head.

Mountain shakes his head, not looking up from the pan of eggs he's in the middle of scrambling.

"Not yet," he rumbles, cracking some pepper into his breakfast. "He missed sunrise."

Well that's concerning; Dew never misses his early morning coffee with Mountain and they all know it. A grunt sounds from the couch, and Swiss's head appears over the arm of it.

"Haven't seen him since yesterday," he says, stifling a yawn. It's still early, and Swiss has never been a morning person. "Why, he owe you money or somethin'?" Cumulus rolls her eyes.

"He's supposed to help me organize the storehouse today," she informs them, watching Mountain pluck a few fresh chives from the base of one of his horns. He snips them into the pan, and her mouth waters. Mountain makes the best eggs. "I can't find him anywhere. I think he's hiding from me."

Swiss snorts out a laugh, shoving himself up and stretching both arms over his head.

"Sounds about right," he scratches at his chest, sauntering towards the kitchenette to steal a sausage link from the plate Mountain has prepared. He earns a wooden spoon to the knuckles for his trouble, but it's not enough to dissuade him. Mountain grumbles, but doesnt whack him again. Swiss plants a wet kiss on his cheek in thanks. "You check his room?" He leans against the counter, munching on his prize. Cumulus nods.

"I knocked," she confirms, crossing both arms over her chest, "he didn't answer." Swiss rolls his eyes, smirking.

"C'mon, Lus," he chides, popping the rest of the sausage into his mouth and licking grease from his thumb. "You really think he'd answer if he's hiding?"

That's...a fair point, actually. Cumulus pinches the bridge of her nose. She'd like it noted that it is still very early, and she can't be blamed for her brain not firing on all cylinders.

"You're probably right," she sighs, running manicured fingers through her curls. "I guess I'll go try again."

"Do you want breakfast first?" Mountain asks it over his shoulder, stirring a spoonful of creme fraiche into his eggs. "It's just about ready."

"I'll be right back," she assures him, giving the pair a wave. Hopefully with a grumpy little fire ghoul in tow. Swiss pushes away from the counter and pads his way over.

"I'll come with," he offers, "in case you need backup." Mountain trills in discontent and Swiss ruffles his hair, gives him a chuckle. "Hush, grasshopper. We'll be back before you know it."

Mountain grumbles regardless, but doesn't argue further. Swiss hooks an arm around her shoulders and Cumulus does the same to his waist, the pair of them striding down the hall towards the stairs that will take them to the dorms.

"It's not like Dew to miss sunup," Cumulus murmurs after a moment, chewing the inside of her cheek. She can count on one hand the number of times this has happened, and it's never been for anything good.

"I wouldn't worry," Swiss replies, giving her shoulder a squeeze, "you know how he gets when it comes to chores."

That much is true. If anyone is going to shirk duties, it's Dewdrop. Cumulus hums, but something in her isn't convinced. There's an unease in her belly, something not quite right. She doesn't speak on it though, the rest of their short journey made in silence. Soon enough, she's knocking on the little ghoul's door once again.

"Dew?" Cumulus calls through thick oak, Swiss leaning against the wall nearby. "You in there, sugar?" There's no response, and that wiggly feeling in her stomach grows.

"C'mon, firecracker," Swiss says, louder than Cumulus had been, "rise 'n shine, you got shit to do!" He wiggles the doorknob, but it doesn't move. Locked.

"I don't think he's here," Cumulus mumbles. Swiss is less convinced.

"One way to find out."

Swiss drops to his knees and presses a large palm just below the lock. Cumulus watches wide-eyed as tendrils of shadow leak from the tips of his fingers, slithering up into the keyhole like tiny snakes. Seconds later there's a clunking noise, and Swiss fixes her with a grin as he stands.

"That's new," she comments. Swiss gives her a wink that makes the little hairs on the back of the neck stand up.

"I'm full of surprises, sweetheart." The way he says it has her stomach fluttering for a different reason, but Cumulus tries not to think about it. She clears her throat, knocking one more time.

"Dew? We're coming in, okay?"

Once again, no response, and Cumulus pushes the door open with no further warning. They step into the little ghoul's room, and are greeted by darkness. Dew's curtains are still drawn, the only light leaking from between cracks in the heavy drapery. Swiss crosses the room to throw them open, letting the sun in and revealing an empty bed piled with messy blankets.

Now that they're in the room, though, she can hear water running, and it makes sense why Dew hadn't responded. He's in the shower. Of course he is, it's the only place he could be. She feels silly for being so worried in the first place.

Something, though, still doesn't feel quite right. She'd last knocked nearly thirty minutes ago, and Dew isn't the biggest fan of long showers. The worry bites at her again, and before she can stop herself Cumulus's legs carry her to the bathroom door.

"Dew, baby? You in there?" She knocks, presses her ear to the door, and over the rushing sound of the shower she hears...something. Soft whimpering. Then,

"L-Lulu?"

Cumulus shoves the door open without a second thought, spurred by the weakness in Dew's voice. She finds him sitting in the corner of his shower. Fully clothed, drenched and shaking like a leaf. Hugging his knees. There's steam rolling off of him in waves, and it takes a moment for her to realize that it isn't coming from the water itself.

It's coming from Dew.

"Lulu," he rasps, voice as shaky as he is, "p-please..."

Cumulus reaches through the spray and finds it icy cold, turning the faucet off before stepping into the stall, dropping to her knees.

"Dew? Dew, sweetie, what-"

Cumulus sets a hand on his shoulder and immediately puls it back with a gasp. Dew always runs hot, but right now he's boiling. The little ghoul stares at her with foggy eyes, blinking so slowly.

"Help."

Shit.

"It's okay, lovebug, I'm here." She rests a hand on his cheek despite the heat, stroking too-pale skin. "Swiss!" Cumulus calls, trying to keep the encroaching panic from leaking into her voice. It's a skill she's developed over the years, staying calm on the face of even the worst things. "Need a hand in here!"

Dew doesn't seem to know that she's speaking, breathing shallow though his mouth and leaning heavily into her hand. He looks half dead, pasty and gray. Swiss pads in a moment later, and Cumulus hears him suck air through his teeth. She doesn't bother acknowledging it.

"He's roasting," she says gently, eyes never leaving Dew's face. She's not sure he can see her, but she's not going to risk it. "Help me get him out of here, would you?"

Swiss doesn't hesitate, stepping into the stall to scoop the suffering ghoul up in strong arms and hissing at the heat of him.

"You aren't kidding," he murmurs, carrying Dew back to the bedroom. Cumulus follows close behind, shedding her now-soaked leggings along the way.

"He must have finally picked up the bug we had the other week," she says, mostly to herself. Dew is their defacto caretaker when sickness hits, his natural heat keeping him insulated from the ills that float around the abbey from time to time. When it does hit him, though, he suffers. Mightily.

"Guess so."

Swiss sounds concerned now too, a rare tone. He sets Dew down in his desk chair, the little ghoul whining and clinging to him with weak limbs. He strips Dew with careful hands while Cumulus gathers a change of clothes from his dresser - an old shirt of Aether's and a pair of sweats that must have been Rain's at some point. They're too long, but they'll be warm and that's what matters.

She and Swiss work together to get him dry, Swiss channeling his fire to blend with her air and pulling the moisture from his skin and hair. Dew shivers through it, and through the pair of them getting him dressed again. He looks so tiny in the oversized clothes, and Cumulus's heart clenches. Poor thing must be miserable. She certainly was when she was stuck with this garbage.

"You'll be okay, bug," she assures him, tucking a stray hair behind his ear. "You'll be okay."

Swiss picks him up again once he's dressed, the little ghoul unconsciously burying his face in Swiss's chest for comfort. He deposits Dew on the mattress, only stepping back long enough to pull off his own shirt before crawling in after him. He hauls Dew onto his bare chest, that slight body limp and obviously heavy. Cumulus follows, organizing the blankets enough to get the pair of them covered. Swiss is already sweating by the time she's done, focusing his own power to draw some of the heat from Dew's trembling form.

"He's in bad shape." The other ghoul strokes Dew's back under the covers, and Cumulus nods.

"Yeah," she agrees, tucking a blanket around Dew's shoulders. "Where's Aether when you need him?" Of course this would happen the one week their resident healer was away, he and Rain accompanying Papa on a press junket.

"Seriously," Swiss huffs, forcing a chuckle. He presses a kiss into Dew's hair. "Guess it's up to us to play doctor for a change."

Cumulus sighs, perching herself on the edge of the bed and rubbing Dew's leg though the blanket. They sit in silence for a few long minutes, the quiet broken only by the little ghoul's soft, distressed whines. Swiss keeps his lips pressed to temple, gauging his temperature through thin skin.

"There you are."

The voice makes them both jolt, and Dew makes the saddest little sound until Swiss settles again. Cumulus turns to find Mountain in the doorway, a large tray in his hands and a crease between his brows.

"I figured I'd find you all in his bed, but uh. Not quite like this."

Cumulus can't help her sad smile.

"Little guy's sick," she says, barely more than a whisper. "Nasty fever, like we all had."

Mountain's frown deepens. He sets the tray on Dew's desk and Cumulus sees that's it's full to bursting with a wonderful spread. Eggs, sausages, toast and fruit. It's easily enough food for for all of them, and alongside it all are four steaming mugs. Two have teabags, the other two black coffee. The ideal breakfast in bed.

She hopes it won't go to waste.

"I can help," Mountain says, eyes slipping closed.

Cumulus raises an eyebrow, but before she can ask how she's greeted by small clusters of white flowers blooming at the crown of Mountain's head. He plucks them carefully, crushing the tiny blossoms between his palms and dropping them into one of the mugs of tea.

"Elderflower," he says by way of explanation. "It's a natural fever reducer." Mountain gives the concoction a stir, licking his spoon clean with a satisfied nod. "Tastes nice too. Can he sit up?"

"Dunno," Swiss rasps, now visibly drenched in sweat. Dew has more or less stopped shaking, though, so that's a positive. "He's pretty weak."

"We have to try," Cumulus whispers, biting her lip, "before his brain poaches."

Swiss chuffs out a laugh, one echoed by Mountain, and together they work to get Dew into the proper position. Swiss moves himself to the headboard, and Mountain lifts the little ghoul with no effort. Arranges him to sit against Swiss's chest, head tipped back against his shoulder. Cumulus gathers the mug and spoon while Mountain climbs in next to them, getting a large hand on the back of Dew's neck to keep him upright. Cumulus settles herself between Swiss's legs, kneeling and giving the drink in hand a stir.

"Dew? Sweetheart?" Swiss gives the little ghoul's waist a squeeze as Cumulus speaks, Mountain rubbing a thumb along his hairline. Dew blinks up at her, hazy and lost.

"Mngh...Lus?" Cumulus smiles, stokes his cheek.

"That's right, baby," she coos, offering him a small smile.

"Wha...wha's goin' on?" He squirms a little in Swiss's arms, but he has no energy to fight.

"You're sick, Sparky," Swiss breathes into his ear, kissing just behind it. Dew makes a soft sound, drooping against Swiss's chest. "Don't worry, we're here to help."

"Mount made you some medicine," Cumulus tells him, tapping the spoon against the rim of the mug. "It'll help. I'm going to feed it to you, alright?"

Like he's in any condition to argue.

Dew gives a weak nod, and there's no more talking after that. Cumulus feeds him the tea spoonful by spoonful, the floral scent of it permeating the air around them. Dew hums after each sip, licking at his lips every now in then. It takes a while to get the full mug into him, and by the time they're done Dew's barely conscious.

He's boneless between Swiss's legs, supported only by his arms and Mountain's hand. Cumulus sets the mug to the side once he's done and the others waste no time in getting Dew settled back into the bed. Laying him out on the center on the mattress, Swiss molding himself to the little ghoul's back. Mountain gets up long enough to take his shirt off, and in the process Cumulus catches him glancing at the breakfast tray he'd brought. She rests a kind hand on his bicep.

"I'm sorry," she says, a genuine apology. "We should have come and told you what was happening, but Dew-"

"Shh," Mountain soothes, dropping a kiss between her horns. "It's alright, Lus. There are worse things than cold eggs." She smiles up at him.

"I'll make it up to you," she promises, and Mountain will certainly hold her to that. She knows from experience. She stands on her tiptoes to kiss his collarbone, and Mountain gives her ass an affectionate squeeze.

"Lulu," comes a sad little voice from the bed, and the ghoulette turns to find a spidery hand reaching for her. "'mere."

Who is she to say no to that?

Cumulus climbs in where Mountain had been earlier, pressing a soft kiss to the little ghoul's forehead. It's a touch cooler than it was earlier. That's a good sign. Dew snakes an arm around her waist, nuzzles into the softness of her chest, and to their shared delight a rusty purr kicks up in Dew's chest.

Swiss wraps his arm around the both of them, and Cumulus hums. The blankets shift and Mountain makes himself comfortable at her back, mirroring Swiss's position and getting them all tucked in.

"Rest, now," she whispers, knocking her horns against Dew's affectionately. "You'll feel better soon." Dew whines, tired eyes searching hers.

"Promise?"

Cumulus kisses his cheek.

"Promise."

Dew drifts off quickly after that, and the rest if them are content to let him. Content to care for him as he cared for them.

It's the least they can do for their favorite little fire ghoul.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #dewdrop ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #sickfic #this is so much longer than i meant it to be lmao oops

[forlorn-crows]

Crowieeeeee babyyyyyyyyyyyy

I am thinking of WOMEN

Cumulus and Aurora. Mutual masturbation.

Do what you will >:)

lets hear it for the LADIESSSS

"Fuck, 'Lus," Aurora gasps. Cumulus snaps her gaze up to her face, biting back a moan when she sees how desperate she is. Her white short-cut hair bounces with her rabbit-quick thrusts on the vibe strapped on the pillow between her legs, little fangs poking out of the determined line of her mouth. Aurora tosses her head back, exposing the flush on her throat. 

“Close, love?” Cumulus asks. Her own fingers swirl lazily around her own clit, teasing, working herself up slowly—especially in comparison to the smaller ghoulette in front of her. 

“Yes,” she groans. She swipes her cunt rapidly up and down the head of the wand.

“You’re such a greedy little girl,” Cumulus comments. Aurora’s already cum twice, heated and in quick succession.

“Can’t help it,” she chokes out. “You’re so hot.” Cumulus sure she is, spread across the mountain of pillows at the head of the bed, long curls cascading, haloing out behind her face, legs spread wide for ample viewing. 

“Could say the exact same about you, sweet thing. Bet you feel so good, hm?”

Aurora jolts, her thrusts becoming erratic. “Lucifer, ‘m gonna cum,” she grits out. She clicks the button with a manicured thumb, ratcheting up the intensity. “Yes, oh, yesyesyes. Fucking mommy oh fu—” She doubles over onto herself, shouting as her third orgasm shoots through her, slick squirting onto the pillow and the sheets. 

“Unholy shit,” Cumulus whines, dipping her own hand between her folds. Her other hand gropes at her chest, squeezing a pert nipple between her fingers. 

Aurora perks up mere ten seconds later with a satisfied grin, panting hard. Cumulus gives her an amused look and shakes her head in disbelief.

“‘Mommy’?” she teases.

“Stooopp,” Aurora whines. There’s a smirk on her face though, a mischievous little glint to her eye. And still, her little hips are moving. “‘Lus, you are so mommy, come on.”

“Maybe,” she muses. “Come here, my insatiable little girl.” Cumulus pats the thigh closest to the other ghoulette. “Would you ride my thigh?” she asks sweetly. “Want you closer.”

“Uh, duh.” She clicks off the vibe and tosses the pillow aside. “Ugh, look at you, ‘Lus. You’re so pretty,” she whines again, straddling her leg. 

“You’re so pretty,” Cumulus coos.

“Don’t mock me, you gorgeous, rotten thing,” Aurora huffs jokingly. 

“Fine, I’ll be quiet once you start riding my thigh.”

Aurora’s grin grows so wide. “Done.” She settles onto her leg, sighing when her wet cunt meets slightly chilled flesh. She runs her pretty hands down her body, putting on a purposeful show before bracing one hand on Cumulus’ hip and nestling the other just above her clit. 

And then she moves. Grinds down into the meat of Cumulus’ thigh and moans at the friction.

Cumulus drops her head back onto the pillows with a groan. “That’s it, just like that, love.” She rubs her clit between the V of her fingers, eyes fixed squarely on Aurora’s sex dragging back and forth on her skin. She can hear it too—hear how wet she is, how each movement is punctuated by the noise of her slick. It does nothing but stoke the fire in her belly the longer she watches. 

“Let me put my fingers inside you,” Aurora says suddenly after a few long moments. “Let me help, let me—fuck—fill you up, ‘Lus, please.” Her hips have slowed some, settling for a slow roll instead of frantic humping. 

“Oh,” she whimpers. “But your nails, sweet thing.”

Aurora is already biting off the nails on her first two fingers, spitting them out across the room. She waggles them in front of Cumulus’ face with a self-satisfied grin. “Stick-ons. Always. Paint ‘em to match the others.”

Cumulus laughs, high and almost melodic. “You’re such a smart ghoul.” She shifts to lay down further, hiking up her free leg to give her better access. She spreads her folds, tilting her head coyly at Aurora. “All yours, love.”

The noise Cumulus makes once she finally sinks two fingers inside is enough to make Aurora squirm. 

#ask #miasma #WOMENNNNN #ficlet #the band ghost #fanfic #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic #cumulus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #cumulus/aurora #aurora/cumulus

[ok-pop-1]

i've recently been working on a linkverse au! the research i've been doing has been... extensive, but here are some character doodles i've got so far :) will probably be posting some more character doodles in the coming days as i finalize different designs. and thanks @tashacee for permission to yoink blind sky :D

rambles under the cut for anyone interested!

edit-- tags are now updated :) you can check out the comic here!

the idea behind this au is essentially, what would it look like if all nine links were alive at the same time? i won't be giving that much plot info for spoiler reasons, but the general idea is that nine heroes were born to fight ganon, instead of just one

this au began before i was really aware of linkverse as a thing and only knew about lu, and by the time i learned about how other folks have been dividing up the timelines and the links, the number nine got a bit too entrenched into the story to change lol

with that being said, i'm not really using lu as a guide for these guys character-wise. they'll be similar, but i've been putting my own spin on them based both on their backgrounds in au and what i want their personalities to be

info about the pictures--

lost and saria bugging mido! (i redesigned the kokiri because i could-- also saria's got shorts on under that tabard, not a miniskirt lol) lost is this au's equivalent of time, but he's more of a mask equivalent than anything else. his backstory is more or less the same-- he was brought to the lost woods as a baby and grew up as one of the kokiri. the events of majora's mask mostly happened, but due to the nature of this au, the events of ocarina of time are technically concurrent with the au's plot

knight! the name is... tentative. i'll admit that much lol, i just don't really have any better ideas. he's this au's sky equivalent. instead of a loftwing, he's got aria, his seeing-eye pigeon. he's training with the skyward sword academy cast to be a knight of hylia, and like with lost, the events of skyward sword will be more or less concurrent with the plot

#legend of zelda #loz #linkverse #fractured courage #fcau lost #fcau knight

[pearlywritings]

The little chaser

synopsis: your son likes chasing and catching crystal flies now, and giving their cores as gifts brings him joy.

pairing and characters: Diluc x fem!reader, your twin sons

tw: pure fluff, domestic moment

word count: 2k+ words

author’s note: just a small something my brain came up with when I was thinking of Rufus loving bringing different trinkets from his outings to his parents, whenever one of them or both stay home.

Family AU masterlist

"Ma, ma! Do you think dad will like it?" Rufus appears next to you almost as if out of thin air and extends an open palm to show you a crystal fly core. "I caught a big one!"

"Oh, firefly,” you smile and brush your fingers through the thick mane of crimson hair, which somehow always manages to look decent, “I am sure he'll love it." 

“Yeah??” Red eyes widen and stare at you in a hardly contained excitement, to which you hum in confirmation, giving him a firm nod. Giggling, your son plops on the grass near you and, holding the gleaming piece tightly to his chest, falls head first on your thigh, disturbing his twin, who's been peacefully napping on your other hip.

The little boy lifts his head and starts owlishly blinking, which, paired with his hair messily hanging from a ponytail, creates such a cute image that you can't help but laugh softly. How can you not, when your baby looks like a little owlet with ruffled feathers? His father looks the same almost every morning and the fond reminder makes your heart swell with adoration.

"Wha- wha's happenin'?" He reaches to rub on his eyes, ridding of the remnants of his nap. Your fingers gently tug on his shirt, that rearranged itself on his shoulders, smoothing the fabric and running knuckles against his rosy cheek.

"Nothing, Lu, I just caught a crystal fly, look!" Your older son reaches a hand back over your legs to show his brother a sparkling thing clasped tightly between his small fingers. Lucas finally blinks the sleep away and now stares at the core mesmerized. Rubies of his orbs twinkle with awe and mouth falls agape.

"Woooooow…so pretty! Did you really catch it!?"

"Yes, I did! Wanna one?"

"Yes, yes, I do!"

You watch your sons roll off of you and then some more on the ground and think of poor maids who are going to wash the grass stains from their white shirts later. Their little masters could care less though at the moment, getting back on their feet and, at least, dusting their shorts.

"Mama," Rufus turns to you with a serious expression and then reaches to hand the crystal core over, "please keep it while I get one for Lu. Oh! Do you want one?"

"Maybe another time," you smile, accepting the little treasure that'll soon adorn your husband's desk. "We are going back soon, so don't take too long, alright?" Just as the words leave your mouth two sets of identical eyes turn from gleaming with joy to sad.

"Alreaaaady?" They whine almost in one voice and you have a hard time resisting these cute pleading faces, with puffed up cheeks and puppy eyes. If it was Diluc here, he’d probably have a much harder time resisting his little balls of mischief. But mama owl in you knows better.

"We've been out the whole day. I bet papa misses you two already. Plus it's going to get dark soon, we better be on our way before sunset."

"Alright…" begrudgingly they eventually sigh in defeat and then, realizing they have little time, disappear almost as if whisked by the wind.

To think of it, the wind has been almost non-existent today. Thanks Barbatos, it hasn't been too sunny and heat hasn't really bothered any of you. But then again the summer days go by and autumn approaches, which means the evenings get chiller, so you hope the boys do hurry up with the elemental creature. It'd be great to get home without as much as even starting shivering.

Soon Lucas indeed returns back to your side and climbs into your lap with back facing you.

"Ma, hair almost got caught in a bush…" he quietly complains and you nearly give yourself a facepalm - letting your boy go running around with messy hair, how smart of you.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll fix it," the ribbon comes undone and the twin grips it in his tiny fingers - he knows you need both hands to deal with his hair. A brush appears in your grasp - with how active your sons are, having it with you is a must, - and start working on the nest, turning the bird's home into a flowing river of fire. Lucas doesn't even fidget, only humming something under his nose and looking ahead, to where his brother is slowly approaching three anemo crystal flies, floating in the air almost lazely. The height is perfect for Rufus to grab and there is only a couple of feet separating the little hunter and his prey. The redhead has such a concentrated look on his face, that he looks almost adult-serious, each step and movement is coordinated and measured - he has an important mission after all.

You lift your gaze when Lucas claps his hands with a giggle, watching a single crystal fly speeding away, desperate to save its life. His older brother lifts both hands in the air, grinning victoriously.

"Mom, I caught two!" With the triumphant cry the boy sprints to you, eager to present his trophies. Lucas holds his palms together when Rufus bends to drop one gleaming core to him. Absolutely stunned, he is now twirling the little treasure, watching how light is playing on its edges, completely forgetting about everything surrounding him. Meanwhile your oldest turns to you and offers you the second one, equally beautiful and shiny. With a wide smile he watches you put the brush aside and take the gift. A gleeful squeal then erupts from his mouth when you hug him and press to your side, kissing under his chin.

"Thank you, Ru," butterfly kisses against his skin are like caresses of the crystal fly wings, and the boy keeps giggling and squirming in your hold from the ticklish sensation, kicking his feet and holding onto your arm.

"You, hehe, like it? Ahaha, stooooop!"

"Of course I do. Maybe I'll make a necklace later," you stop your loving attack and hum in thought and the idea seems to catch Lucas' attention. Suddenly he turns around and extends his hands with the core and his ribbon.

"Make me one, please!"

"Oh, why not," you quickly agree, letting Rufus go, only for him to drop onto his knees to catch his breath and collect himself, "But I want you two to gather things back into the basket while I am doing so. And put my and dad's cores there too."

Boys nod and, after Lucas scrambles back to his feet and his twin follows him a couple of seconds later, begin cleaning up. You effortlessly loop the ribbon around the "horns", tying a knot just in case and then one on the ends, making a simple trinket.

Your youngest looks purely happy with it hanging around his neck as the three of you are making your way back to the Winery. Rufus is absolutely pleased with himself for making his brother this elated and is telling you all about his hunting techniques, promising to teach his twin everything next time. Lucas eagerly nods, staring at his brother like he is a hero from the books the boy loves Adelinde or his parents reading him.

The fond look doesn’t leave your eyes, as you watch your babies interact. So similar, yet so different, but most importantly being each other's best friends. Somehow you are convinced that these boys will forever be getting along and adore each other, no matter how many stories exist of siblings getting in serious fights. You only hope they’ll stay these little happy balls of vermillion joy for as long as it is possible, playing, learning, exploring the world through the childish fantasies of theirs.

This sentiment you share with their father, whose eyes lit up affectionately and proudly whenever he watches Rufus and Lucas doing whatever. Just like now, as you spot him outside, not taking his eyes off of his sons, who started chasing each other among the rows of the wineyard, laughing and squealing, drawing the attention of the workers that remained to finish some work.

Diluc, with a shawl wrapped around his shoulders, is standing in the main doorway of the winery, shoulder pressed to the doorframe and arms crossed on his chest. Probably having noticed you three out of the window he came down to be the first one to greet his family back.

The boys don’t notice him just yet, running around Tunner, making the old man helplessly smile and joke that they’re going to make him dizzy. You use this opportunity to approach your husband, putting the basket to one of the benches nearby, and stepping into his embrace right after.

“Hello, my flame,” his voice is hushed and a little bit hoarse, red strands tickle your cheek as his chin comfortably rests on top of your head.

"Hi, love," you softly murmur against his collarbone, snuggling to him with arms wrapped around his waist. "You good?"

"Mhm," the hum vibrates in his throat, arms squeezing you a little bit tighter. "You?"

"Couldn't be better. Are you cold?"

"...yes, a bit. It'll pass soon."

Being an owner of the Pyro vision your husband's body was far warmer than a normal person's should be. But that's only if he has his vision with him, and you don't notice it on his hip this time, meaning he left it somewhere within the house with his body heat returning to an adequate degree. When it happens it always makes him a bit receptive to the chill around if there is one, fortunately, it's just for a few moments.

"Well... It always can be helped by the snuggle session with me and our boys," you suggest and feel Diluc nod against the top of your head.

Turning in his embrace you search for two red heads and quickly spot them on the other end of the wineyard, observing a crystal fly, whose wings barely touch the green leaves of the grapes. You know what is going on inside their heads, but you'll have to ruin their fun. Sorry, boys, but that's enough hunting for today.

"Sounds good to me. By the way, I let the maids go earlier today. Tomorrow is going to be very busy," oh, your man is too kind and caring, and that's one of the reasons you love him dearly.

"This is perfectly fine, love. I'll cook dinner today, not a problem at all."

"Ru! Lu! Come home, babies!" Raising their heads the twins lock eyes with you and Diluc. Then they glance back at the elemental being and even from the distance you can see them sighing in disappointment before trotting to you.

"We could catch it!" Rufus complains, attaching himself to dad's leg almost immediately, hugging him in greeting.

“They became obsessed with these,” your words bring a small, but indescribably warm smile on Diluc’s face, who didn't miss the scene. No doubt he thought about the times he and Kaeya used to do the same, chasing crystal flies and bringing collected cores to Master Crepus so he could turn them into something beautiful.

“But they are pretty…” Lucas sighs, fidgeting with one around his neck. “Right, dad?” He even lifts it a little to show his father, which reminds Rufus of his present. He starts searching for the basket until you point to the bench and he runs to get it.

“Right, Lu,” Diluc nods, keeping one arm wrapped around your shoulders and bringing the other to run fingers through his son’s hair. “It’s so unusual to see him with hair down,” he quietly admits and you chuckle, understanding what he means.

“Bet Tunner couldn’t even guess who is who today.”

“Undoubtedly.”

"Pa!” Rufus finally returns, holding a core with both of his hands. “That's for you! I caught it myself."

“You did, didn’t you?" The softness in his gaze and the easily perceptible adoration in his voice makes you weak in the knees, but you manage to stay put. "Tell me all about it.” 

A swift movement and the twins are resting in their dad’s arms, who steps back into the winery, having decided that’s enough of standing outside. Quickly grabbing the basket you follow them inside, glancing at the third core resting among all the items you brought to the stroll.

You make a mental note to find a small chest for the twins to store these, because, if Diluc’s stories of his childhood are something to take into consideration, there are going to be dozens of cores in the near future. Well, it can’t be helped if the game is to their liking. Most importantly your crystal flies chasers have their fun.

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[shadowed-dancer]

I watched the Netflix atla and I have thoughts

I will break them down into positives, negatives, and assorted, but if you want the short version: it's better than the M Night Shyamalan film.

Positives

I like that Zuko's crew is the 41st division. It's a cute detail, and honestly I had always wondered how they chose soldiers to accompany an exiled prince

I actually liked Suki's characterization. Like yeah, I believe that girl has never had contact with outsiders. And I think her chemistry with Sokka is great! I can't wait for her to come back and see more of the world (her "thank you for bringing the world to me" line is cute when you consider he brought her an air, water, and fire bender... less cute that her village almost got destroyed but still)

Hot take: I don’t mind that they cut Sokka’s sexism arc. It was minimal in the original series to begin with, and with the pacing of the Netflix series it would have been pointless and rushed. I truthfully believe that if they hadn't mentioned the cut beforehand, 5 people at most would have noticed it was gone

Wow Koh the Face Stealer is SO MUCH WORSE in live action. So gross. His face BLINKS. 10/10 to whoever designed that, I hated it and recognize that it was perfect. I look forward to seeing it in my nightmares (also I don't mind the change of "don't show any expression". It still works)

Gyatso telling Aang that it wasn't his fault and that he wouldn't have been able to do anything was so sweet and important to me, especially with all the other adults in this series being turned into Grade-A assholes. It’s been a while since I watched the entire original series but were the adults THIS mean about it in the original? I know the occasional random townsperson would say "you abandoned us" but I don’t remember people like Bumi or THE OTHER AVATARS blaming him like that (I know this is the positive section but just to be clear, the positive is the Gyatso scene. Turning everyone else so mean will be touched upon in the negatives)

All of Gyatso's scenes were actually amazing. I cried. Also finding his body hit so much harder in live action.

Leaves from the Vine playing during Lu Ten's funeral and then again when Iroh chose to go with Zuko... I tearbended HARD at that one

I think they did a good job merging three story lines into Omashu. I know it may bother some fans, but for the time they had I thought combining all of those together within the city was clever. Plus, since we see the city get taken at the end of the season, we feel more invested since we spent more time there! (I'm also glad they didn't destroy the Northern Air Temple... that always bothered me)

The sets are lovely. They look so similar to the original show and it makes me happy to simply see these places come to life. I got so giddy seeing Omashu you don't even understand

I like the interpretation of Aang’s tattoo. That was actually the one thing I liked from the M Night Shyamalan film (intricate designs rather than a straight blue block) and I feel this is an even better interpretation (the designs are more subtle until he lights up)

The wink and nod to the great divide (and other episodes like the pirates) was cute. I do wish we got to see some adventures of the kids bonding, but boy am I glad they didn't feel the need to adapt the great divide

I liked that they sang secret tunnel a little early. The second the mechanist brought up the secret tunnels I burst into song on instinct, so it's only fair the characters do the same

I liked Zuko having a notebook on the avatars. Of course he would have made that. And I liked that Aang used it as a reference

I liked how they teased the "my cabbages!" line before giving us the real thing. Just a fun thing for fans of the original

Negatives

The first episode had so much exposition it actually felt exhausting. Also Zuko really came out of the gate swinging with his motivation, eh? No nuance or slowly unveiling why he wants to capture Aang? Ok...

Ozai confused me. After finishing the season I believe Ozai's motivation was "sacrifice the weak to become strong, use Zuko to fuel Azula to be better" but it felt so confusing to get there. There was a point where I thought he genuinely wanted to see Zuko grow and find the avatar, and while it's fine for Zuko to think that, it felt weird for us to be jerked around like that (especially the in-between point where it feels like he prefers his banished son to his spy-catching daughter).

I also don’t like the way he acts with Azula (again, I know it's an act, but it's a bothersome change). He calls her performance below average. What happened to "she’s a true prodigy, just like her grandfather for whom she was named"? When characters like Mai and Zhao have to tell us "he's just playing games" it feels like they are telling rather than showing. "She's a true prodigy" SHOWS US he has a very obvious favourite. "He's playing with you" TELLS US that he's lying, and we therefore need to just accept that Azula is actually his favourite even though nothing he has done supports that

I don’t like that Aang was heading North due to a premonition from Kyoshi. I always liked how "the avatar must travel the world and find their own teachers in order to care for the world". Why not let him look for teachers? It enforces the idea of the avatar needing to care for all nations in order to protect all nations. I feel like it was supposed to go for this new direction of “the avatar must do it alone” but unfortunately I don't like that message as much

I mentioned in the positive section, but so many of the characters are weirdly mean (specifically the adult characters). I feel like they are trying to go for a message like "childlike mentality isn’t bad and it’s this innocence that will succeed where adults failed" but it just comes across as every grownup but Gyatso being the worst. Why are Kyoshi and Kuruk yelling so much and blaming Aang for everything? I feel like the goal will ultimately be to prove them wrong, but I do not like this characterization

Zuko’s scar needed to be SO MUCH WORSE. Something I love about the original is that every time we look at Zuko, we get a horrific reminder of what kind of person the Fire Lord is. It didn't just make his skin a little red, his eye is stuck in a permanent squint. His ear is shrivelled. You can tell that it was BAD. Here? He could cover it with makeup if it bothers him that much. Where's the texture? Where's the ear and eye damage? Sometimes it looks more like a birthmark than a serious injury. At the very least, take away his eyebrow!

Sokka and Katara’s being trapped in the spirit world was lowkey a little dumb but I get what they were going for (it's more urgent than them needing to suck on frogs). It just makes it seem worse when Aang is sitting there chatting with Zuko about his brushes. Like I loved the conversation but the fact that Sokka and Katara's lives were in danger (along with the villagers) makes Aang seem weirdly dismissive in that moment

Also... I just realized while typing this, but did they give us an ending to Hei Bai being in pain? Did I completely forget the resolution to that or was it not shown?

I don't like that Zuko chose to fight in the Agni Kai. Seeing him on the ground begging forgiveness and THAT'S the kid Ozai scars and banishes is way more impactful than "he fought but didn't go all out"

This shit went off the rails in episode 7. Why is Yue a fox who just chills in the spirit world? What happened to Tui and La? Push and pull? Yin and Yang? I got confused somewhere along the way

Am I the only one who felt the Yue and Sokka kiss came out of nowhere? She literally said she called off her betrothal when she was 16 (before meeting Sokka) because that dude wasn't the right guy. But then the kiss immediately after implies Sokka is the right guy??? The guy you didn't know existed??? Or are we supposed to infer that she fell in love with him in the spirit world? Either one is so bad pleasssseee

I infinitely prefer Zuko trying to save Zhao and Zhao choosing to die out of sheer stubbornness, compared to Iroh killing Zhao to save Zuko. Like yeah, he'd do anything for Zuko, but I felt that crossed a line (and was less impactful)

Assorted Thoughts

They mentioned the mother of faces, are we gonna see Zuko’s mom get addressed at some point? Or was that just a wink and a nod for fans who know?

The kids are pretty good actors but Katara’s sometimes feels like she's… in a school play. For lack of a better description. She's not bad, it just doesn't always feel natural or as expressive as she could be

Yue's actress on the other hand... look I don't like insulting child actors but her performance was not my favourite

Meanwhile, I loved the casting for Zuko and Aang. I like this slightly-less-angry Zuko, and Aang's actor has such a sweet face that it hurt me to see him sad

I wish we got to see an Agni Kai between Zuko and Zhao. Simply because establishing it early helps introduce us to this idea. It makes it more impactful when Ozai declares Zuko must fight, since we now know what that entails

I feel like the series is at its best when it's doing it’s own thing (the Gyatso scenes, Suki's new characterization, Lu Ten's funeral) and is at its weakest when it's trying to copy the original

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[linderosse]

✨Wielders of Wisdom: Info✨

This AU began when I asked myself these two questions:

What are the Zeldas up to when their games are over and their Links are away?

Who can a Zelda call for help when Link isn’t an option?

And then I answered them as such:

Shenanigans

Other Zeldas!

In short, this is a Zeldas-meet AU with a different structure than you might expect.

Each of the nine Zeldas has their own challenges to face and mysteries to solve in their home eras. When they need to, however, they can call on some or all of the others for help. There are rules, of course. And this ability is more limited than one would think. But this gives me the power to play with Zelda combinations at will, and I have some fun ideas :).

I’m also kinda slow at drawing, and I don’t have much free time, so I’ll be continuing this through both drawing and writing. This is why the next or previous link from a comic will sometimes point to a fic, and vice versa. Check the masterpost for all links.

For the most part, this follows Linked Universe canon. The nicknames (like Sun, Dot, Flora, etc) aren’t technically LU canon, but they’re pretty much universally accepted by the LU fanbase. The profession nicknames (like founder, sage, scientist, etc) are my own.

I’ve also changed/clarified a few things that I want to mention. I’ll add more here as I go. I think many of you will be familiar with these changes :).

Shadow and the FSA manga are canon

Legend and Fable are siblings (sorry, Link/Fable shippers— I just think it’s heavily implied by the games and makes for better characterizations)

FSA takes place right after Minish Cap and Four Swords

Spirit and Phantom are not Wind and Tetra

If you’re interested in why I’m making these changes, check out my detailed response here!

Speaking of, I’ve played and at least 95%ed nearly every Zelda game, and I heckin’ love the Zelda series. I have my own thoughts on the series, and I’ll be twisting a few things for a better story (same as what LU does), but if I ever get anything egregiously wrong, feel free to let me know!

Heck, let me know any of your thoughts!

I love hearing ideas and answering questions. And though I’m sometimes too socially drained to respond to things, I read every single comment and tag. Thanks for all the support! Y’all are wonderful and motivate me to make more stuff.

You can find all my previous responses at the tag #lin responds!

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[zuko-always-lies]

Rating my list of Azula AUs by how much they appeal/are interesting to me now

It's a long list, and some of these ideas are actually quite old, so I thought it would be worth giving each AU idea a rating out of 10. Note that some of these aren't my ideas and I intend no disrespect to anyone. I just want to rate how interested I would be in a story if someone used the AU idea as a basis.

Better parenting Ursa (8/10)-Would be a banger.

Azula raises Katara AU (and continued) and more (9/10)-I've never seen anything quite like this and would be very interesting.

Azula and Katara get friendly postwar and talk about their brothers. (7/10)-Good idea for a short story?

Mai is significantly older than Azula and Ty Lee AU (Older “sister” Mai) (4/10)-Could be interesting but honestly I find canon Azula-Mai's dynamic plenty interesting on its own.

Jin works at Iroh’s teashop but finds out about his past (5/10)-Perhaps worth a shot.

Zuko tells Azula about the Spirit Water (5/10)-Too close to canon?

Ursa and Ozai get along better, and it’s not a good thing AU (4/10)-A little dark for my tastes.

Imperialist Lu Ten survives the war and tries to regain his throne afterwards (9/10)-Now that would be incredible. Lots and lots drama and lots of lighting fandom takes on fire.

Zuko finds out more about his nation AU. (5/10) Somewhat interesting.

Revolutionary Azula takes over Ba Sing Se AU. (2/10) In retrospect it feels a bit too imperialist in tone.

Three different AU ideas in one (4/10) None of them are really that great.

Favoritism in the royal family is a little different (5/10) moderately interesting.

What if Zuko had a nonbending twin sister (who he doesn’t get along with). (10/10) The Zola AU. One of the most interesting and subversive ideas I've had.

Zuko’s daughter changes how he sees Azula (7/10). Could be worth a short story.

Zuko and Ursa try to isolate Azula (“for her own good”) (9/10). Brilliant dark AU, very subversive of fandom expectations.

Ozai gets exiled and the Gaang stupidly ally with him (6/10). Could be entertaining.

Earth Kingdom ends up with custody of Azula postwar and support her bid for the Fire Nation throne when Zuko starts another war with them. (10/10). Pure, wonderful chaos and Team Avatar are really in a bind.

The Gaang tries to figure out why Zuko joined them. (3/10). Might make a good short story.

Dangerous Ladies find Ursa in Book 2. (10/10). Ursa setting canon of fire is always worth it.

Azula and Toph fake dating (1/10). Not that interested in Tophzula.

Zuko/“world leaders” try to force Aang to take away Azula’s bending and he’s very much not OK with it. (4/10). Not too interesting.

Azula is thrown away to the NWT postwar as a trinket and Chief Arnook adopts her. (9/10). Wonderful idea for how to get a fire sibling adopted by the water tribes and have it make sense.

Comics! Ursa’s letter about Zuko being a bastard gets out. (2/10). Too associated with the comics.

Zuko and Katara lie about what happened during the Agni Kai (4/10). Shrug.

An exiled Azula finds Fire Imperialist! Ursa postwar. (10/10) Absolute banger of an idea, although quite dark. Azula and Ursa unite to overthrow Zuko.

Aang has to save Azula from being executed by Zuko (5/10) OKish

Zuko’s defection during DoBS goes very badly for Mai (4/10)

Zuko joins the Gaang at Ba Sing Se, but it ends poorly (10/10) let's make the writers of all those bad Zvtara fics suffer!

Zuko killed Azula during the Agni Kai, and now he has to deal with the consequences. (6/10). Dark/

AU idea where Zuko keeps Azula permanently imprisoned in bad and torturous conditions postwar, and Izumi finds out about when she’s relatively young, and draws exactly the sort of conclusions about her parents that you would expect. Not to mention being terrified that she might be treated the same way if she missteps… (7/10). Could be interesting.

Ozai never declares Zuko and Iroh traitors (7/10). Clever idea, would destroy canon as we know it.

Iroh-Azula roleswap au (9/10). Would be absolutely incredible.

Zuko asks Azula for help with his firebending. (5/10). I really don't like the fire siblings having a good relationship very much at this point.

Zuko wants Azula to like him but doesn’t get why she doesn’t like him (postwar) (8/10). Good idea for a shorter fic.

Katara has an arranged marriage with Zuko and Azula tries to get into the good graces of her sister in law (7/10). Might be interesting.

“Katara is supposed to have an arranged marriage with Zuko, but she falls in love with Azula instead.” (10/10). No explanation needed.

Another take on Zvtara (arranged marriage) and Maizula. (6/10). Good idea but maybe a little boring.

Azula-Katara AU idea (or: Katara runs into an Azula who has changed a lot in some ways and not very much in others) (7/10). Never could quite gets this to work.

Zuko is actually Ikem’s son (2/10). Enough about the comics!

Firelord Azula ends her brother’s exile 3/10. Nothing particularly interesting.

Azula raises Izumi (it’s complicated) (8/10) Really would be worth engaging with.

“AU idea: Azula commits suicide out of despair, and just about everyone is convinced that Zuko had her murdered or at the very least “encouraged” her to do it.” (3/10). More Zuko angst.

Dangerous Ladies get banished/declared traitors and Azula basically gives up. Mai has to step up her place. (9/10), would be a very interesting look at Mai.

I have to say, “Zuko has to deal with finding out that Ursa very much isn’t who he believed she was” remains excellent fanfic fodder. (8/10). Ursa for the win!

“AU idea: Ursa is more aware of Ozai’s abuse and potential for abuse than in canon, so, right after her exile, she seeks out Iroh and charges him with protecting both of her children.” 6/10. I don't find like Iroh enough to really like an idea which had him be so central.

Firelord Iroh treats Azula in a really screwed up way. 9/10, very dark but could have great payoff.

“AU where Azula dies during the latter stages of the war or right after it, and Mai is the only person who ever morns her as a person, not as a politically convenient symbol (Ty Lee runs away from her complex feelings on Azula as much as she can).” 7/10, could be a good oneshot

Dark idea (5/10).

“Since so much of the fandom is convinced that Azula is Zuko’s older sister, I need an AU where this is true and Zuko is just as throne-obsessed as canon and spends all his time trying to usurp his older sister.” (1/10). Not really an idea which stands on its own.

“AU where Ozai has a heart attack and dies right after the fire siblings return to the Fire Nation, and Zuko and Azula have to pick up the pieces. Meanwhile, the Gaang are plotting to overthrow them and bring the war to a close once and for all…” 8/10. Could be a banger.

King Kuai adopts Azula as his heir 7/10. Interesting idea

Things get complicated, darkly (Azula exiled postwar AU) 6/10. A little convoluted.

What if Zuko tried to be a good brother 5/10. Zuko is boring.

“I really need an AU where Lu Ten returns and is pissed over Ozai’s usurpation, so he kills Ozai, seizes the throne, and continues the war. Of course, Iroh ends up supporting his actual son in all of this, and the conflict in the Fire Nation ends up boiling down to Zuko and Azula vs. Lu Ten and Iroh as the situation spirals toward civil war, at the same time the 100 years war continues.” 8/10. Nice chaotic edge.

“Maizula AU where Mai married Zuko, but he died not long after Izumi was born, and Azula and Mai are secretly carrying out a relationship while raising Izumi and ruling the Fire Nation as her regents.” 8/10. Maizula for the win. Could work as a short story.

Azula joins the Gaang with a twist… 7/10.

“The chaos which would result if Lu Ten showed up alive again in Book 1 and launched a rebellion against Ozai in pursuit of “his” throne.” (5/10). Less interesting than the other Lu Ten ideas.

Ursa opposes Firelord Zuko 7/10. More good Ursa content!

Iroh tries to kill Azula during “The Chase” (5/10). OKish.

Mai and Ty Lee on trial for “war crimes”“ and Azula has to save them 9/10, would be wonder with a great Maizulee dynamic.

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[to-the-stars8]

A Moment in a Million

Summary; Before the end, and just at the beginning, Miguel and Gabriella eat McDonald's at midnight.

Miguel had learned very quickly that being a parent wasn’t something you could just pick up overnight. It was a process—One to which he had jumped into head first with nothing other than faith and love. He picked up a few things quickly, like what Gabriella’s schedule was or what foods she did and didn’t enjoy. Those small lessons didn’t quite equate to bigger ones. Emotional turmoil and misunderstandings caused a bit of a rift in their small family, but Miguel was never one to give up so easily. 

The harder moments were due to the gaps in knowledge between Miguel and the dead version of himself. Gabriella might have been his daughter, but there was a realization that he didn’t know of her much more than that. It took a little while, but he eventually got the ropes of the situation he was in. 

He got into their routine and listened to her with every decibel of hearing he had. She was a smart girl, too smart for her own good sometimes, so she easily detected that something was amiss at first but pushed no further than stating the dislike of his forgetfulness. 

Still, none of that dissuaded his want for this life. 

Sure, it didn’t work out all the time, Miguel was a realist in some capacity so he knew it wouldn’t be perfect. Nonetheless, when he came home to his daughter, whether it was little, childish disagreements or loving moments that he’d only ever seen in movies, he still craved that life. The real, healthy sense of home he had been wanting was right there. Sometimes he couldn’t believe it. 

It was in the silliest moments did he realize that he had finally taken what he wanted, essentially having his cake and eating it, too. 

The first moment like that, the one that he could remember, was surprisingly eating McDonald’s at midnight in a parking lot. Neither he nor Gabriella could sleep, and when she said she was hungry, Miguel agreed. 

“Dad, we should go to McD’s,” She said, rubbing her hands over her stomach. “Because my tummy is speaking to me and it’s saying ‘chicken nuggets and fries’.”

He snorted at her eight-year-old sense of humor and relented. It was a bad, irresponsible idea, but the smile that graced his daughter’s face was well worth it. He hardly had time to put on his shoes before she was at the front door yelling at him to hurry. 

“If you take any longer they’re gonna be serving breakfast!” She whined. 

“No, they won’t, Gabi, we’ll make it,” Miguel said before grabbing his car keys. As Gabriella sprinted out the door he mumbled to himself, “For my sake, I hope they aren’t.” 

Miguel found Gabriella in the front seat of the car, looking at him like she wasn’t going to move for the life of her. Unfortunately, the amount of stubbornness she had was inherited from him. 

Quickly, he quipped back in Spanish, using the same tone as his mother used when she was upset, “Get in the back seat, or we go back inside.” 

There were a few moments of silence before her stubbornness gave way to the need for nuggets. Gabriella made it a point to declare how much she would rather sit in the front since the whole trip was her idea as she buckled herself in. Miguel, fortunately, knew better than to poke the already seething bear. 

The rest of the car ride was quiet, and Miguel looked back in the rearview to make sure Gabi was still there. She was but could see the silent whirring of the car was starting to pull at her sleepiness. For a minute, Miguel thought about just driving around until she fell asleep. 

Just like when she was a baby— Miguel stopped the thought short, remembering that he didn’t know whether or not that happened. He could only assume because it was a small instance in his dream. He simmered on the thought until he saw the Golden Arches. 

Gabi must have seen them first by the way she was suddenly there again, giving a hearty squeal of excitement before going on to chant for chicken nuggets. Luckily, there wasn’t much of a line, and when he pulled up to the intercom Gabriella had already told him her order three times. 

“Yeah, a chicken nugget happy meal,” Miguel said. 

Gabi excitedly added, “With the toy, Dad! With the toy, please!” 

He was proud of her for at least using her manners. “With the toy. And then, get me two Big Macs with fries and a soda.” 

Gabriella giggled in the backseat, reaching forward just enough to brush the back of his arm as he finished their order. Miguel looked in the rearview mirror at her. “What is it, baby?” 

“Hold my hand,” Gabriella desperately tried to grab at him again, though was too far out of reach and held back by her seatbelt. 

Miguel’s heart squeezed when he had to tell her he couldn’t. “Not yet, baby. Let me pay this nice lady and get our food, then I’ll hold your hand.” 

She pouted and it tugged at his heartstrings. Gabriella, Miguel’s sweet girl, could plan to set the world on fire and he’d be there with gasoline to help because he loved her that much. 

“Dad,” She said, kicking her feet when they finally got their food. “Do we have to go home right away? Can we eat in the car somewhere like usual?” 

That wasn’t a memory with him she was talking about, but he would fucking make it one if it made Gabriella happy. Either out of love or spite for his luckier, dead self, he agreed, asking her where. The park, where she could watch the city light twinkle— her words, but Miguel wouldn’t rebuff her child-like view of the world. The parking lot to the city park was empty, which made it perfect for looking out toward the never-ending expansion of Nueva York. 

As soon as the car was in park Gabriella was climbing over the center console to sit in the front seat. Miguel had to quickly move the bags out of the way before she sat on them, lightly reprimanding her for not being more conscious of her surroundings. 

After her apology, she finally started to dig into the food she’d long awaited for. Gabriella had a set order of things when it came to eating food in the car. She would set the small box of chicken nuggets in her lap before laying the fries in the open part of the box, then, after making sure the toy was to her liking, held out her hand toward him expectantly.

“Hold my hand, Dad,” Gabriella’s tone told him that her little sign to him should have been obvious. 

Miguel, after making sure he could still eat his burger with one hand, put his free one into hers. Gabriella hummed happily before munching on her nuggets, eyes trained on the city outside. 

“Do you think tomorrow, after school, we could come back here,” She asked. 

Miguel squeezed her hand. He hoped this world’s original Miguel loved his daughter as much as he did. “Sure, baby. But, we’re not getting any more McDonalds. Two days of it in a row is bad for your health.” 

She giggled and said, “Okay. We should get pizza and bring it here!” 

“No,” He paused to lean over to kiss her head. “We’ll have a picnic, so we can make stuff at home.” 

Gabriella gasped, before going on a tangent about what they could make. She suggested brownies, empanadas, a few other sweets, and everything that did not equal a healthy dinner for a growing girl. Miguel loved Gabriella but knew he couldn’t make her eat any more junk food. As he let her go on, that’s when he realized this is what he wanted. The moments like this that would seem so small to anyone else, but to him were something so new and exciting. 

Halfway through her rant he suddenly said, “Little girl, I love you so much.”

Gabriella seemed surprised by the sudden announcement, but, like her father used to be, was never one to turn away from love. She looked down bashfully before leaning her head on his arm. “I love you, too, Dad.”

Miguel leaned over to kiss Gabriella’s forehead, but accidentally knocked over the soda in cupholders all over her and the front seat. Between him cussing in Spanish and Gabriella shrieking that her shorts were now covered in soda, Miguel found himself laughing at how lucky he was. 

He hoped there were going to be millions of memories like this one, even if in the span of multiple universes they were just mere fleeting moments. 

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Heathcliff sin analysis, but this time its just R Corp and Sunshower

My second post ever and its the same as the first, but smaller this time. After thinking about it, I figured that I should retry to do R Corp Heath and Sunshower Heath because I did not do good with them. So I decided to look at them again along with looking at what people had said about them. Before starting, of course this was made using @lu-is-not-ok’s sin affinity guide, because its really good and yes I will not stop asking people to look at their stuff. They did it before me and are doing to much better than me so check them out. But lets get started with analyzing Heathcliff’s IDs......but again. Also I'll probably do a quick version of this once Seven Association Heath comes out.

Spoilers Ahead

R Corp. 4th Pack Rabbit Heathcliff Again

Wrath - Wrath is his first sin, and so the most surface level sin. Wrath is the sin of defiance, which unlike what i originally said, could make sense. As @orfs had said, RHeath survived the Hatchery, defying death and taking pride in the fact that he made it, even if he is disposable. But something else is that him being a clone can technically be a defiance against The City and The Head. Multiple clones existing at the same time is illegal, but R Corp gets around this by using T Corp tech. While his current existence doesn’t break the rules, he did technically defy the rules of The City and made it out alive, even if it was just for a short time.

Gluttony - RHeath’s Gluttony is sorta obvious. He had to survive the Hatchery and he did. One way to look at Gluttony is for the hunger to survive, and he accomplished that. Another way to look at Gluttony is similar to Greed, to want more. More money, more power, etc. In this instance, it would be for combat. RHeath always wants more missions, more fighting, he always wants to be fighting. Even when fulfilling an extra condition in a stage, he wants to immediately go back into the fray.

Envy - Envy is RHeath’s core sin, which is very interesting for him. Because he is a confirmed clone (Thanks Meursault), as @lu-is-not-ok said, he would most likely be under heavy pressure from R Corp to do the best job he can, because if he didn’t, then they would either put him back into the Hatchery with the possibility of not making it out and a different Heath taking his place, or just outright getting rid of him. Another way it could be seen comes from @riellegaming. They said that it could be possible that RHeath’s Envy is based around the fact that he never got the chance at a normal life. The reason for this is because all the R Corp IDs have envy in some way. All the R Corp IDs never got a chance at a normal life. We don’t know if our sinners can actually affect the versions of themselves from different worlds. We know that versions from different worlds can influence them, but it could be the other way around as well. It’s possible that the R Corp IDs remember atleast parts of their time with Dante and the other sinners, experiencing a life where they are more than just expendable soldiers, and some part of them grows envious of that, whether they show it or not. Rhino Meursault has Envy as his first sin, which seems odd just in general for him. Meursault himself doesn’t really care what others say to him, you give him an order and he will follow through, no matter how heinous, and I don’t see that changing for a version of him that exists to follow orders. But it could be possible that even he, on some small level, is envious of his sinner counterpart, while Heathcliff might hide it, but wishes very often that he could have LCB Heathcliff's life, even with all the pain and suffering it would bring.

Lobotomy E.G.O::Sunshower Heathcliff Again

Sunshower Heathcliff gave me issues last time...a lot of issues. But having recently gotten him (at time of writing) has made me think about this version of Heath. And also is the reason I'm doing this again but with the two that needed to be looked at a bit closer than before. With all that said, @lu-is-not-ok did an analysis of Impending Day Sinclair/Doomsday Calendar (go check it out), and while reading it, I had a thought. If the EGOs can have information and ideas brought forth from the abnormality they are based on, then why can't the E.G.O gear IDs? So that's what I'm doing. That's right, your on a post about Heathcliff and now your gonna read my thoughts, ideas and ramblings about Drifting Fox and how its story and themes can connect to Sunshower Heathcliff.

Drifting Fox

The Drifting Fox itself has quite a bit to it. The basics of its log is Sinclair feeling sad for the creature, being able to feel the pain and sadness that it does. This is while Faust tries to convince him that the Fox is just trying to manipulate him, that its nothing more than an abnormality, a creature that just wants to kill the sinners. Interestingly enough, Heathcliff is also present in the logs, saying that the sinners not doing what they are told will get them killed, and comparing the Fox to the Fairy Gentleman, saying how he wasn’t easy to deal with either. 

Drifting Fox’s MD Event has the sinners finding it in an alleyway, sleeping in a corner, being disguised by the umbrellas. Two options are given, to pull out the umbrellas or to pet the fox. Choosing to pull out the umbrellas has the sinners believe that the umbrellas are causing the Fox pain. When attempting to pull the umbrellas out, the umbrellas do come out, but along with pieces of flesh, hurting the fox, causing it to retaliate and cause damage to all present sinners. The Fox seems to reprimand the sinners for trying to help it without actually thinking about what's happening, causing it more pain. Petting the Fox has two outcomes. On a failure, the Fox is extremely distrustful, yelping when touched and jumping away, before running away, leaving the sinners wondering what else they could have done. Succeeding has the Fox to recede its growling, before it closes its eyes, lays down and becomes the E.G.O Gift itself.

Drifting Fox is about feigning kindness and how that can hurt others. Even if you think you helped, that is only really true when you know what the issue is, and don’t just try to help without asking. The umbrellas are from people who thought they helped the Fox but just ended up hurting it. They believe that they helped and are good people because of it, but they just ended up causing pain.

This is all obvious from its log and MD Event, but something that the log and its fight itself made me think about, is how the Fox doesn’t seem to actually want to fight. In its event it either accepts your kindness, runs away, or retaliates. But before any of these, it growls, and that's it. Its not trying to attack you, its trying to make you leave. No matter the choice, it lets you get close, but only retaliates once you hurt it, and then it leaves. You hurt it and so it hurts you before getting away from you. Its log states how the Drifting Fox is wary of the sinners and watchful. It sometimes waits and does nothing, just watching the sinners, before retaliating with a powerful attack. It doesn't want to fight the sinners, and only does it once it has to. It tries to ward others off, to get them to leave it alone, so that it can find an alleyway, and sleep. Alone. Its only attachment being the umbrellas stabbed into its back. Alone, with his only attachment being the memories of the friends he lost, with a little fox trying to show him genuine kindness, when others wouldn’t.

Sunshower Heathcliff is in the same situation. Different circumstances, the same result. The Drifting Fox wants to be alone, it doesn’t want to fight and only does when it has to. Heathcliff only wants to be alone, he doesn’t want to fight but only does because he has to.

Drifting Fox and Sunshower Heathcliff share two sin affinities, Sloth and Gloom, with Fox having Gluttony while Heath has Envy.

Drifting Fox: Gloomy Moan/Raging Withdrawal (Sloth) - Sloth represents apathy, resignation, and inaction. This makes sense as the Drifting Fox’s two “surface” sins. Both its Skill 1 and Skill 2 are this sin, showing what we already know. It wants to be left alone so it can do nothing and just sleep in a corner, away from others.

Sunshower Heathcliff: Umbrella Thwack (Envy) - Heathcliff’s Envy here, i believe, is what i originally said and due to the friends he lost. He hates technology, he wants to liberate The City from all technology as a part of the TLA. But he also wants to liberate technology, not out of loyalty to the TLA, but for his friends. Sunshower Heathcliff says in his uptie story that his friends all died to technology, one way or another. One lost their job and starved, one got their flesh taken apart, and others were worked like cogs in a machine like junk. He’s doing this out of love for the friends he lost. Just like Dongbaek, the hatred for technology is only the front for their true goal. Dongbaek, to get revenge on Dongrang. And Heathcliff to get revenge for his lost friends.

Drifting Fox: Sorrowful Recoil/Sorrowful Torrent (Gluttony) - Gluttony for the Drifting Fox is its hunger for survival. It just wants to be alone, but if it is threatened, it will not hold back against those that hurt it. It will kill, but only when it needs to, when its survival is threatened. It doesn’t want to fight or kill, but it will when it has to.

Sunshower Heathcliff: Puddle Stomp (Gloom) - Heathcliff is acting out. He is acting out against The City due to the immense sadness and pain he feels because he lost those he cared about. He regrets the fact that he never showed that he cared, that he enjoyed his time with the friends that he can never see again. His Gloom isn’t just the feeling of sadness for losing his friends, but also his regret for never having truly shown that he cared, he never showed his kindness to them. Heathcliff isn’t the Fox here, he's the stranger that left the umbrella.

Drifting Fox: Cries Seeking Something (Gloom) - Gloom for the Drifting Fox represents its want for genuine kindness. It cries out into the sky, for the possibility that someone hears its cries and comes to help it, to be kind to it. Not the kindness that others have shown, which only hurt it, but kindness that truly makes it happy. The Fox dwells on its feelings of sadness and pain, letting it all echo out into the sky, but acting as a beacon of sorts. A beacon calling for the genuine kindness of strangers. Faust says that the fox is trying to trick and manipulate Sinclair in the log, but I don't think it is. This is a mistake on Faust’s part. She is too robotic, too logical to realize that the pain the Fox feels is real, and that Sinclair is just the one that can feel its sadness the most clearly. Sinclair is one of, if not the most emotional sinner. I do not see a reason for him to not be able to sympathize with the Fox. He has felt pain before, all the sinners have, but he lets it out the most and lets others know about it the most, even if unintentional. It’s not that the Fox is manipulating Sinclair, its that he can feel its pain and sadness, and wants to help, to give it the genuine kindness that it calls out for.

Sunshower Heathcliff: Spread Out! (Sloth) - Heathcliff always wants to sleep. He is always trying to find an excuse to look for an alleyway so that he can curl up in a corner and sleep. But unlike what i originally said, his want for sleep isn’t the reason for him having Sloth. It’s the result. He doesn’t have a Sloth sin affinity at his core because he is tired, he is tired because of his slothfulness. He lost his friends, people that he cared about, its possible that one of these friends could have been Catherine. It’s reasonable to think that for some time, this would have put him in a depression. He didn’t want to do anything, be anything. Just a Fox that slept all the pain away. Even with his Gloom and Envy affinities pushing him to destroy technology as revenge for his friends, the deepest parts of him don’t care. He's fighting for a cause, yes, but his true cause is wanting revenge for his friends. But they are all gone, he's fighting for people that can’t appreciate the fact that he's doing it for them. He is alone and just doesn’t truly care. He knows this, he understands this. He’s fighting a war, for his friends, but even he knows that in reality its for himself. His friends are gone and his quest to destroy all technology is just a way for him to deal with this pain. And even when given the chance to gain a new friend, a little Fox that wants to show him genuine kindness, he tells them to leave. He can’t even bring himself to try to connect with the one being that is trying to help. He is the Drifting Fox that was pet, but yelped and ran away. He was shown true kindness, but can’t bring himself to care. Even with the kindness given to him, he can’t bring himself to accept it.

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