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#been in the drafts for far too long
picnicbitchsokka · 8 months
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thinking about a scenario where aang and zuko are training like that one episode in sozins comet while katara, sokka, and suki, are watching them and the wt siblings get confused on which one of them is staring at who
like sokka thinks katara is staring at zuko to be cautious bc, yes they’re all cool now but she’s still getting used to him in the gaang and it’s right after southern raiders so it’s just for safety reasons
also sokka is still oblivious of the whole katara & aang situation so he thinks katara lovingly staring at aang is an insane thought to have
on the other hand, katara thinks sokka is staring at aang bc “yay! go buddy! fire RAAAAAA!” yk.
but then katara catches sokka making…are those heart eyes?? at one of them and rethinks what she was originally thinking before bc who could he possibly be making heart eyes at
she then does process of elimination
suki and toph are sitting to my right, completely out of sokka’s line of vision
it’s not aang bc she would’ve figured that out 2 seasons ago
she then realizes it’s zuko who’s sokka is making heart eyes at
*katara knowing damn well who sokka is staring at and wants to test out the waters*: who are you staring at?
*sokka, deadass confused*: …..who are you staring at?
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ohbother2 · 3 months
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*Angel Dust and Husk stare at each other softly the entire episode*
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LIVE VIEWER REACTION:
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chrysanthemum9484 · 1 year
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Danny was immortal... Yeah a shocker right? Well here is the thing. Danny unlike Vlad walks the line between life and dead. He is a pure halfa and he gets the best of both worlds. For example ghosts are immune to human illnesses and humans are immune to ghost illnesses and as such Danny is immune to both ghost and human illnesses. His ghost half protects him from dangerous to his human half substances. His human half helps his ghost half form resistance to Blood Blossoms even if it takes a few good years. And so on and so on.
But most importantly he is immortal. No one walks the line between life and death and stays with regular human lifespan.
Danny had been a hero for over 10 years before he retired. He was simply no longer needed. And when new human villains popped up new heroes popped up as well before Danny had the chance to decide if he wanted to return from retirement.
Danny thought that he was the only in-between walker until he met him. Jason Todd-Wayne. He was young. Young enough to be Danny's grandson. But age didn't matter for in-between walkers. They were immortal after all. What really came as a surprise though was that Jason had no ghost half. He was more like a liminal ability wise yet he walked the very same line Danny does.
Also it came to Danny as no surprise that Jason and his fam are heroes. After all it takes a special kind of person (hero, villain, something in between) to to make someone an in-between walker.
What did catch him by surprise is that absolutely everyone connected to the Batfam thought that he was a civilian. A regular human. Despite the fact that he never actually hid even if he didn't use his abilities when he didn't need to. If he had to he would use them but otherwise no he won't.
Naturally the illusion was broken when he used his abilities. When Ra's Al Ghul thought that it would be funny to capture all of the bats and torture them. Of course Danny has to arrive in his entire Phantom glory. And he has had a century to polish the fighting style he cultivated while being a hero for 10 years.
Ra's never stood a chance. Not against a in-between walker, not against Phantom who has trained across the timelines because Clockwork decided to send him on extended missions. Yes, Ra's has lived for longer, experienced more than Danny will be able to imagine for a while but he has been defeated by Batman more than once, Batman who is a regular human and a child when compared to Ra's. Danny just like Batman is a child when compared to Ra's but he just like the caped detective easily defeats Ra's. But most importantly Danny's body holds more power than Superman's possibly ever could.
So naturally Danny almost literally wiped the floor with Ra's. And that alarmed the Bats and the Birds. An overpowered meta just moped the floor with Ra's when even Superman would be hard-pressed to do so. And the meta clearly did that effortlessly too.
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salemoleander · 10 months
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It goes like this:
Scar seeks Grian out as soon as they respawn on Hermitcraft. Congratulating, reminiscing. Holding him when he starts to shake. (He was already forgiven before Scar stopped breathing.)
Bigb reaches out quickly- to check in, to see if he's okay. Says he had fun, as hard as it was- says he'd come back. There's an anxious quality to his messages that Grian is pretty sure wasn't there before. It's hard to remember that people ever acted differently; hard to keep straight who they were and who they all became.
At a time too late for visitors to really be wanted, Cleo comes knocking. She's not done feeling the emotions of what happened, but there is an understanding between their and Grian's sharp, bitter edges. Survival and love, twined together. She thanks Grian for letting her experience that kind of loyalty. It's as close to forgiveness as he'll get; he accepts with gratitude.
Skizz and Impulse arrive together two days later to see him - the over-loyal martyr and the under-loyal spy, happy they could play together. Skizz is easy; he forgives outright and out loud, with a declaration that he knows Grian tried his best to make things fair and fun. Pulled aside while making tea, his apology to Impulse is more concrete: a promise of future loyalty.
He receives a short message from Joel, requesting that next time he have more chances and reason to kill. Next time.
The moon is rising, and Bdubs is online, which means something is terribly wrong. One flight and several hours of coaxing later, Bdubs is close to the edge of sleep. He tells Grian he loves him; loves Cleo, loves Tango, adores them all. Would have wasted so much time not knowing everyone, without this game. Forgiveness is beginning to feel like nausea.
Jimmy doesn't acknowledge there's anything to forgive; dead too soon to know how painful things became. Still, he says 'No hard feelings'; still, he hugs Grian so tight at the next MCC his ribs creak.
Etho doesn't say anything, but he sends over a book of suggestions and ideas for the next series. He nods at Grian once, sitting at a campfire with his focus rapt on Ren telling a story, and Grian knows what he means.
Outside his front door one day is a large floral arrangement from Scott, with a note that only says "Thanks for the game". It is filled with poppies. Grian stares at it for far too long. He does not bring it inside.
Tango insists they play minigames together, talk, tour bases. And finally, he says so very casually that he had fun, and would like to play again. Have the chance to win. Grian knows he will do it all again. (Grian suspects Tango will not win, and he knows winning isn't worth it; he keeps those pieces of information to himself.)
Martyn writes a week later. He is grateful for having met Ren; bitter grief still sits in the gaps between his words. He say it was all worth it. Grian is too relieved at the forgiveness to call him on the lie.
Ren takes the longest. Several weeks come and go before Grian happens to cross paths with him. At first every word sticks like ice in his throat, but gradually the tension cracks and jokes seep through. Grian takes the plunge and apologizes for killing him (Scar did it, but by then the division between their actions was a technicality.) Ren says that given how it ended, there is nothing to apologize for.
He asks if Grian has forgiven himself, yet, for the end. There is an answer, but not one Ren will want to hear, so he just shakes his head.
Grian wakes from a dull, dreamless sleep and begins jotting down ideas for another series the next day.
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hooned · 3 months
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sunghoon ♥︎ natto
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cherriiramen · 6 months
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Shoujo Cosette Enjolras supremacy.. 🧎‍♀️🌼
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gammagoop · 8 months
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my headcanon is that, in narrative, joel is not actually an ogre or shrek-related in any biological way but instead wore a cheap shrek costume for years as an over-extended joke
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redvelvetcult · 10 months
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dateko · 2 years
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[9:22 AM] GOJO SATORU ft. the fushiguro babies
There are wet and sticky kisses making their way along your neck from your jaw.
Stuck between your peaceful dreams and the material world, you’re unsure if you want the kisses to cease or to carry on for a lifetime. The little nips and low giggles that tickle you after each sweet peck has you realizing that you’re just about on the edge of reality, so you blindly swat away the mischievous owner of the citrus-stained lips. “Go away, ‘Toru,” You sink your face deeper into your pillow with a sigh. “I'm still sleeping.”
The kisses come to a halt, and you can see Satoru pout. Yes, even with your eyes closed shut. It’s a skill you’ve acquired after years of dating such a menace. Sometimes you wonder if you possess six eyes too. “What? Come on, I made us breakfast.” The sorcerer whines, rubbing his hands over your arms.
“Oh, I know... My hair is stuck to the orange juice on my neck.”
“Please? It’s good! I swear, Sweetheart.”
Craning your head to the side, you let your eyes escape from the pillow’s dark embrace and offer your lover a threatening squint before letting out a groan at both the sunlight and Satoru’s intrusive welcome in your bedroom. An idea pops into your mind, and you reach for Satoru’s hand, playing with it a little before tugging it towards you. “Hey, why don’t you stay in bed with me? It’s warm and cozy… And cuddles are offered here.”
Even with an offer as tempting as that, the sight of the small pout on your luscious lips with the low sound of your morning voice, your boyfriend continues to be unyielding and tenacious. If he was a lesser man, he would have died right there. But he was close. “Nice try, but there are pancakes waiting for you.”
Before Satoru could steal a chance to slip away, you tighten your grip on his hand and lace your fingers together. You make a point and statement by brushing your thumb across the top of his hand, knowing Gojo Satoru is one hopeless man. “Well, how ‘bout a kiss?” Pausing for effect, sitting up to face him with a devilish smile. “Two kisses? You can name your price.”
At this point, you’re fully awake. No longer is the debate about breakfast or cuddles in bed, but whose stubbornness overpowered the other. Your cheeks practically hurt from all the smiling you’ve done, batting your lashes up at your lover in hopes of getting your way. The expression he has on is enigmatic, he’s contemplating. You’d never get tired of teasing him. It was just so rare to get someone as powerful as him tied down and flustered like a young teenager you once knew.
This, you decide for the umpteenth time in your life, is what falling in love with Gojo Satoru is like.
Hiding your gasps whenever Satoru’s blue eyes stare into your own was a difficult task. It’s an all too inviting trance on its own and you have to focus your attention elsewhere to win against him. His larger hand copies your previous actions, thumb brushing the back of your hand slowly, coaxing you to look at him. You already know he’s smirking down at you.
“Oh yeah?” He leans in, voice dropping with his nose brushing against yours. “I might just have t-“
“Guys!” A little voice breaks the two of you apart and Satoru drops his forehead on you in defeat. You sigh happily knowing you’ve been freed from whatever thoughts Satoru’s been having and the terrible heated tension.
At the doorway, Tsumiki holds a small Megumi in one hand and her own orange juice in the other. “Gojo hurry! We waited all day for you!”
Confused, you watch your boyfriend laugh as he gets up from his defeated position. “Tsumiki, it's nine in the morning. You waited for eight minutes. But don’t worry! Y/n’s awake now.”
“W-what?”
Tsumiki pads to your side of the bed, dragging Megumi along with her excitedly. “You have to eat breakfast now! Hurry! We can’t wait anymore!” You’ve got no time to protest when little hands grab at your wrist, tugging you towards the kitchen. Behind you, Satoru is trailing behind with a merry chuckle, hands grabbing at your waist.
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spacedoutcowgirl · 3 months
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always an angel never a god
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always an angel never a god
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always an angel never a god
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citree · 10 months
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Hi! I think your TUA art is super cute and I especially love how you draw Diego and Lila. Can I suggest this prompt to you https://www.tumblr.com/deyathemuniz/718337695398658048
I envision Lila as Ken here. The vibes are very asylum era XD
oh they SO are
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Later when they're all cutsey and domestic i like to think they have their first couple photo up on the wall like your typical family does, except their first picture together is a degraded mugshot from 1960's texas that prompts more questions than answers whenever they have company over
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arcadiaa-layne · 4 months
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🩵 I’m still your favourite regret 🩵
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hopelesslyhysteric · 5 months
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Me trying not to think about jumping off of very tall somethings 🫠
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spicyraeman · 7 months
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ꜱᴏ ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴘɪʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ꜱᴄᴀʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ
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ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ? ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ? ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ʟɪꜰᴇ-ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ?
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ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ
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[gifs by @cyberpunkaddict]
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queer-reader-07 · 7 months
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ok time for me to be an aziraphale apologist / stan on main. because i am tired of how much shit he is getting.
1) i hate hate HATE the amount of people who keep insinuating that crowley is *more* in love with aziraphale than aziraphale is with crowley. did we watch the same show and read the same book??
did you not see aziraphale’s longing gazes that started *checks notes* literally before time? did you note watch as he got himself into precarious situations just so that he could be rescued by crowley and subsequently be asked out on a lunch date? did you not see aziraphale take any and every opportunity to simply touch crowley’s body? to just feel a little more closeness? he literally gave crowley holy water. if that isn’t love i don’t know what is.
yes, crowley shows his love for aziraphale very differently. for crowley it’s acts of service and that loving snark. but that doesn’t mean aziraphale doesn’t love crowley. they both love each other so so deeply and equally. they just love differently.
2) aziraphale is not a bad person for choosing to go to heaven.
i have talked about this in a few contexts before (eg how it makes sense from a religious trauma standpoint) but today i’m talking about it generally.
aziraphale did not choose heaven over crowley. he chose saving the world in the now, so crowley can be safe in the future. so that he and crowley might still have an earth to have a future on.
aziraphale still has faith that heaven can change for the better, and if it can be him doing the change why wouldn’t he want to take the opportunity? i don’t think you have to like his decision, but so many people are screaming “aziraphale bad!!!” and i just don’t get it.
the decision makes sense. it is so completely in character.
look. i understand being distraught or upset about the ending of season 2. i won’t pretend that i was happy about the ending. but i think a lot of people have forgotten how stories are structured. season 2 is the second act in a three act story. the final fifteen are the standard conflict that basically every three act story has.
but it was really shocking to see how many people went from loving aziraphale to just crapping on him because he made an in-character- understandable-in-the-context-of-his-past decision.
idk i just don’t think it makes sense or is fair to boil his decision down to “it’s out of character” or “he doesn’t love crowley as much” (don’t even get me STARTED on coffee theory) just because you didn’t agree with it.
aziraphale has flaws, but so does crowley. that’s what makes them such good and compelling characters. they aren’t black and white, bad and good. that’s the whole point of their characters and dynamic, they exist in the gray space.
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ryuto12 · 8 months
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Random RWBY I think 15?
Still don't know what part it is but it's headcanon and idea time.
There is not one person in this fandom who can convince me any known character is a better swordsman than Blake.
Yang and Blake are absolutely the reincarnated knight and princess from the comics.
When the Schneeblings hear the word "father" they think of Jacques, but when they hear "dad" they think of Klein.
Yang and Weiss share a fear. Neither is scared of dying, but both fear dying alone.
Oscar's biggest goal is to have Jaune's physique.
Faunus and Humans have different drinking ages, and they differ across Kingdom.
JNPR got in on those Team RWBY White Fang sabotage missions.
RWY & JNR+O have figured out that when speaking alone with Blake they can speak super quietly and Blake won't even notice cause it sounds like a normal volume to her. Something Ruby takes advantage of when doing stealth missions.
Nora and Ren have seen each other naked YEARS ago. Reached that random friendship milestone a LONG time ago. As such they have no issue changing around each other.
Pyrrha and her scented candles.
Jaune once challenged Ren to a fun boxing match and did not expect to be absolutely bodied in less than ten seconds. He never asked again.
Yang is prone to grabbing the side of a pot on the stove with her right hand just to watch everybody have a brief heart attack.
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