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mimimui · 9 months
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genshin boys asking for a kiss
includes: kazuha, ayato, thoma, alhaitham, kaveh, diluc, kaeya
tags: established relationship, fluff, mentions of wounds in diluc's, them being deeply in love with reader
a/n: it's 1am rn sorry if it's so scuffed omg but as always .. enjoy !
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kazuha simply puckers his lips in hopes you get the message. he had just finished an expedition with the crux when he went to go see you, wrapping his arms around your waist while saying, "i missed you." you missed him too, which was evident by the way you hugged him back.
and there he was, puckering his lips, waiting for you to lean in and kiss him. he always looks a bit silly when he does this, but you're endeared by him nonetheless. you lean in, giving him a quick peck, and a warm smile grows on his face. it's not long before he's puckering his lips again.
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ayato literally asks for it. he would go up to you and ask, "(y/n), can i have a kiss?" to which you generously give him. even in intimate moments where it's best not to ask, he'll ask anyway. an example of this was on your anniversary; neither of you exchanged words as you stared longingly into his eyes, waiting for him to make his move.
and as always, without fail, "can i kiss you?" escapes from his lips. this habit of ayato's is something you grew to really love about him, knowing he'll always ask before receiving it from you. you nod your head, and his soft lips connect with yours perfectly.
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thoma taps his lips twice with his finger, gesturing that he wants a kiss from you. it's a small thing he does that you find absolutely adorable. every time he does it, you make sure to give him more than just one kiss. he's always flustered after and you tease him about it, saying, "you asked for it, thoma."
he also does this when he wants a kiss other than on his lips. he would tap his cheek, his nose, anywhere he wants you to kiss him, really. you don't remember when he started doing this, but you pray to the archons everyday he will never stop doing it.
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alhaitham doesn't ask, he takes. when he wants a kiss, he'll simply go up to you and steal a quick one from your lips. he usually catches you off guard by doing this, and you always scold him for it. "alhaitham, i almost dropped my mug!" you exclaim, to which he replies, "but you're still holding it, aren't you?"
he especially loves stealing kisses from you when you're focused on something. reading a book? kiss. doing paperwork? kiss. staring at the wall? kiss. alhaitham likes seeing your reactions after he kisses you, he finds them delightful.
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kaveh will stare at you until you pick up the hint that he wants you to kiss him. when you finally understand what he wants and gives him a kiss, he complains it took you way too long to receive his telepathic signals. you hit his arm jokingly, and he responds with an overexaggerated gasp. "unbelieveable, (y/n)!"
he sometimes stares at you without the intention of asking for a kiss, so when you catch him staring at you and you kiss him, he gets confused. his cheeks welcome a slight pink tint, not expecting you to kiss him so suddenly. but kaveh doesn't mind, so as long as it's you.
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diluc would be getting his wounds bandaged by you when he thinks of asking for a kiss. he's a bit embarrassed to say anything though, so he stays silent until you're done patching him up. but to his surprise, you kiss his wounds and tell him, "it's so they heal quicker."
he doesn't hide his smile as he looks at you, thanking you for taking care of him. but even if you've kissed all his wounds already, he still feels a bit dissatisfied. suddenly, an idea pops into his head and he calls your attention. you can only laugh at what he says next, "my lips have a wound, can you kiss it too?"
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kaeya will keep asking for more kisses and if you keep giving them to him, it will be neverending. you gave him a goodbye kiss when he told you he was leaving, but you were confused when he just stood there. "kaeya, aren't you going to go now?" you ask, but he only smiles at you.
"one more kiss, please." you playfully roll your eyes as you give him another kiss. you thought he would go after that, but when he doesn't and asks for another kiss, you knew it was going to be a while before he actually leaves.
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thanks for reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
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pretty--in--purple · 8 months
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Rating the mommy issues of TLT characters in alphabetical order
contains spoilers technically
Abigail: can't have kids but clearly maternal as fuck. call her mother. 2/10
Aiglamene: she has inverse mommy issues - daughter issues. -10/10
Augustine: full offense but he has freudian vibes. fuck-hate relationship w mercymorn who is has the energy of a neglectful mother. 7/10
Camilla: clearly raised by incredibly competent parents - unclear if she had a mother. Even if she did her real issues are codependency with Palamedes. 0/10
Corona: unconfirmed but a girl like that did NOT experience maternal affection growing up. 5/10
Crux: yknow what. nobody whose mother held them enough is Like That. 10/10
Dulcinea: idk if she had a mother, but i get 'raised by gay dad(s)' vibes from her. possibly the best adjusted character of all 0/10
G1deon: man is obsessed with doing what God wants EXCEPT when it's not to fuck a terrorist. four parts people pleaser one part horny 5/10
Gideon: mum only birthed her to blow her up, died, then used her afterlife to terrorise Gideon’s not-quite-girlfriend; gave her a desperate desire for external validation and attention, especially from evil cougars. 11/10
Harrow: mum committed genocide to conceive her, never smiled at her, attempted to murder-suicide her. 12/10
Ianthe: unclear. daddy issues but no mention of mother afaik - might not even have one. no indication of mommy issues in her romantic life bc she didn’t attempt to fuck mercymorn. HOWEVER she’s such a freak she can’t possibly have had a positive female role model. 3/10
Isaac: born in a vat but had abigail as a maternal figure so 5/10
Jeannemary: same as isaac but she's definitely sapphic so bump that to 6/10
John: literally reformed the Earth in the image of his mum’s old Hollywood hair Barbie. Also, look at him. 100/10
Judith: 9/10 no questions
Magnus: so chill but also he has the vibes of someone into mommydom shit. he's sucked abigail's tits for SURE 3/10
Marta: idk i think she has 'estranged from family' vibes. 4/10
Mercymorn: her mother might have been good but she can't remember her, so 5/10
Naberius: he kissed his mother on the mouth DAILY and you know it. 10/10
Ortus: mostly daddy issues but you saw his mother. 8/10
Palamedes: I haven’t read Doctor Sex but I have his mommy issues on good authority. I hate to say it but camilla is his mommy. 6/10
Pyrrha: unknown. Loves a milf but then who doesn’t. 1/10
Wake: giver of mommy issues. she's the mommy that's the issue. unrateable
[ETA: @everyone making fun of me for saying he sucks tits like it's something special im SORRY i didn't say magnus sits on abigails lap and pretends to breastfeed but i thought it would be GROSS i guess i forgot what this fandom is. ily all be home for dinner]
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novasintheroom · 2 months
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048. Sunset
♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader
♡ Word count - 0.8k
♡ Warnings - mention of having future children? Very brief.
Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3
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It’s been a slow traveling day. Not enough double dollars between the two of you to rent a tomas, so you’re left with the two feet you’re born with to get you to the next city.
The worst of the heat is over; the suns are dipping toward the horizon. Here, on one of the numberless sand dunes on No Man’s Land do you stop for a break, a drink of water. And here, while Vash puts the water away and hands you a pack of nuts for snacking, do you stare with a fond longing at a farm.
“When we get old,” you say, because there’s always going to be a ‘we’ with you two; to be together ‘til the stars burn out, “we should get a house like that.” You turn to him with a glint in your eye. “One with a wraparound porch. Lots of space.”
Vash straightens slowly from his sack and looks off at the distant farmhouse, with its small greenhouse domes and tracts of brushed sand. The suns are setting to the west. Everything is bathed in amber, and he squints against the shine of reflecting light through his glasses. It’s small, as far as farms go. Most are these days. With Plants growing healthier and technology being leaked slowly from Home, farms don’t have to settle as close to cities to survive. A sand tractor kicks up dust in the distance, the farmer prepping the ground for hardy plant life meant for deserts.
He feels a smile grow on his lips. A brow raising slowly, he gives you a playful look. “You want to sweep all the sand off the deck all day? ‘Cause that’s what will happen if we get that porch.” He hefts his pack on his shoulder and starts walking again. He knows you’ll follow.
And you do, feet steady on the sand. “Ah, you’re right,” you open the bag of nuts and pop a few in your mouth, savoring the one cranberry in the bunch, “But wouldn’t it be nice to watch the sunrise and sunset after a long day? Just sitting in some rocking chairs. Or one of those hanging benches!”
Vash hums, looking at the farmhouse again. “We could hang up some string lights around it. Have a little space off to the side for a firepit. Roast marshmallows and eat s’mores.”
You grin. “We’d have to have a workshop somewhere, for your arm and whatever else you want to build.”
He glances over his shoulder and gives you that charming smile. “I could build you some bookcases. Have our own library inside somewhere.”
“We’d need one with all the journals we have between us.”
Vash laughs in agreement, then pauses at the crux of the dune. The tractor moves along. He looks at the farmhouse now as if it is your own. “We’d have a master bedroom, and at least three guest bedrooms. For when friends come by for a visit.” He points. "Right there."
You stand by his side. Brushing his hand, you smile at him when he looks down. “There’d be lots of them. We might even have to add a second wing, especially when holidays roll around. Maybe some of them would move in for a bit, then they’d go off to start their own businesses, or their own families.”
“Now it’s starting to sound more like a bed and breakfast place. Or a hotel.”
“Or our own farm! With hired hands that can work the land with us, learn how to care for the Plant we get.”
He gives you a look. “You wouldn’t mind all the people?”
You purse your lips, then shake your head. “I know people’s more your thing, but I think they’d become like family eventually.” You give him a wink and bump his arm with your shoulder. “I’d do it for you.”
And a breath leaves in a slow rush from his lips. He's overcome. You’re golden in the sunset’s light. Beautiful. The perfect match for him. Vash often wonders, if there is a God, if He looked down on his pitiful state and said, ‘Alright, just this once,’ when he sent you. “Maybe…” he swallows and voices the imperfect little hope he has that can never be true, “…we’d have some room for the kids, too.” He looks down shyly, and is grateful for the hood of his coat obscuring his sight a bit.
Your smile only grows, and you hold his hand, leaning into his arm. “…Maybe.” You grin when his ears go red.
A solemn, bittersweet feeling overcomes him, even as he brings you close to hold you. He knows this is all wishful thinking. Two lovers hoping for a better, calmer future together. Something to get you both through the next day. There's a Plant to the east calling out, and he needs to answer it. But he still hopes, staring at that distant farmhouse, that it could come true someday. Somehow, someway, you’d both settle down. Have your own place. Your own family.
He sees a lone figure come out of the house, followed by a smaller one – a child – and his breath leaves him.
You both watch the waning sunset over the house and hope for a brighter tomorrow to find you soon.
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xx-daydreaming-xx · 2 months
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Long Hazbin Hotel rant coming through!
I’ve been seeing so many posts and theories about the Hazbin crew and it has been SO much fun watching and feeling the outpour of creativity.
One topic that’s been floating around is the dynamic between Alastor and Husk. Especially after Alastor’s absolutely visceral belittling of Husk’s autonomy.
Completely within reason, a lot of people have been comparing Alastor to Val in the way that the show verbally and visually reflects how both overlords have Husk and Angel chained down to their wills.
And these theorists are completely in the right to do so! Alastor’s treatment of Husk is WRONG. We can see that Husk doesn’t deserve that kind of treatment because whoever he was as a former Overlord, he’s a trusted confidant of Angel, and genuinely cares about the residence of the hotel. I mean hell Husk was even trying to warn Alastor about Mimsy for BOTH their sakes, not just for himself.
HOWEVER! (And this is the crux of the matter) Alastor and Val have one glaring difference, and it is that Alastor possesses the capacity for change.
Bear with me on this! Because this is not a glaringly obvious aspect of Alastor’s character. In all things he does, Alastor strives to put out the image of classy apathetic indifference. But here and there he slips up and the cracks in his mask tend to shine through.
-He was gone for 7 years (likely because of Lilith in some way) he refuses to tell anyone why he was gone, but he clearly WANTS people to wonder. He LOVES the idea of being the center of everyone’s curiosity.
- He’s convinced he’s untouchable. Fully believing no one could knock him off his pedestal, not even the king of Hell himself. He will challenge ANYONE who thinks they’re better than him WITHOUT HESITATION.
In literally one scene, Husk takes those notions and smacks them to the ground.
“You’ve been gone a while. And it’s not like anyone knows why-“
“They don’t need to know”
His tense little shifty eye here proves how important it is to Alastor that people DON’T find out why he was gone, even if he loves the idea of their speculation. Husk is trying to warn him that people might find out anyway if Alastor keeps playing too close to the edge.
To which of course Alastor waves him off because he’s the Radio Demon, he’s untouchable isn’t he? No one’s ever going to take HIM down a peg.
Wrong wrong WRONG
Because someone already DID! Someone already has his soul. He WAS taken down a peg, and Husk is not going to let him chuckle away without calling him out on it.
“Big talk for someone who’s also on a leash.”
(Oooooohohoh I got CHILLS at that part)
I’ve touched briefly on this in a previous post. Alastor’s response is brutal, but ultimately defensive. He KNOWS Husk is right, and he HATES that.
~Cause [he’s] a looooser baby,
A loser, godamn baby,
[he’s] a power bottom at rock bottom, but [he’s] got company~
In the end Alastor does take Husk’s advice. Because even though he bragged about being able to handle anything Mimsy might throw their way, he does decide to send her away. Because even if he likes the attention, he can’t have people poking too close, and he can’t afford to bite off more than he can chew.
He LISTENED to Husk, he CHANGED HIS MIND because of Husk. Alastor has the POWER and the CAPACITY to be better!
Maybe he’ll never care about someone other than himself - that ultimately depends on the show’s writers. But his character has the chance to grow into something better than a parallel to Val’s abusive nature. And we know there will come a time in the narrative where neither he nor anyone else will be able to deny Charlie’s dream of redemption.
TLDR: Alastor character is more than a simple cut and dry bad guy. He has the capacity to be better than he is now. And I am SO excited to see where the writers will take his character next!
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lets-try-some-writing · 6 months
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Had a thought for your seeker knockout AU:
Knockout sees Bee fall into the Cybermatter and get his voice back. Knockout wonders. "What if..." But sits on the question for too long and now he's trying to make own cybermatter to get his wings back.
Alternatively....
There's just enough cybermatter left over from the dump into Cybertron's core for Knockout to take a quick dip... And he becomes a triple changer and has to relearn his t-cog.
YES. This is an excellent idea right here. Time for Knockout to get his wings back.
Previous part here.
━━━━━━ ⊙ ❖ ⊙ ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⊙ ❖ ⊙
Knockout once called the skies his home. It was his safe haven, his place of purpose and peace. When his wings were taken from him, he was quite frankly sparkbroken. He adored the skies and the ability to soar through them, but he did not allow that pain to show. He needed to stay alive, and the only way to do that amongst Decepticons was to keep composure at all times. He thought the chance to regain what he had was gone...
But seeing Bumblebee emerge restored from the Cybermatter... Knockout wanted to hope. Before he could be stopped, he scooped up a small portion of the Cybermatter in a vial and tucked it away, allowing the Autobots to do with the restored Omega Lock as they wished. At that point, he didn't care what they decided to do, he had more important possibilities to see to. Now he was no scientist, but he didn't need to be to have an idea of what to do with the Cybermatter.
Quietly, as the Autobots directed the Nemesis toward Cybertron, Knockout retreated to his quarters and readied himself for what would either make or break him. He was no fool, he knew this could go horribly wrong or fantastically right. Thus he kept a commlink ready to be activated and call Ratchet. No matter how much he disliked his fellow medic at times, medics stick together. If things got bad, Knockout wanted to have a fellow doctor on hand. As such as he sat down on a medical berth and loaded the vile into a syringe, he could only take a few deep vents and steady himself.
In one swift motion, he jabbed the needle into the crux of his neck where he knew there was a fuel line that once ran directly to his wings. At first, he felt nothing as the cybermatter entered his body. His constant scans revealed nothing out of the ordinary save for hyperactive repair nanites, and so with a heavy spark after a few groons of waiting with no notable results, Knockout retired to his berth. He shouldn't have expected anything, he had been without wings since the height of the war. It was foolish to hope...
At least that's what he told himself up until he woke in the middle of his recharge cycle in agony.
He couldn't scream, he could hardly even move as he rolled onto his side and shook in silent torment as it felt as though his frame were burning, melting, and being reforged all at the same time. He wasn't sure how long he laid there, but at some point someone must have gotten concerned as eventually Ratchet busted down his door and had him moved to the medical bay. Knockout was largely unconscious for the latter half of whatever it was that was happening to him. However when he woke again, his frame felt... different. Flight protocols that hadn't been used in vorns were awakening.
He didn't cry, he didn't even twitch when he sat up, stared straight at the nearest wall, and felt what he knew to be wings. It took Ratchet nearly beating him upset the helm with a wrench for being so careless for him to really comprehend what happened. He could only sit there, flexing his restored appendages with a growing smile and wide optics. It felt like a dream, especially when he looked into the mirror and saw that the Cybermatter had not just restored his wings, but also his frame. He was restored entirely. He wasn't half bad as a grounder, he took care to ensure that. Even still, having his true flight capable frame back was simply put, a miracle.
Ratchet: YOU FOOL! Do you have ANY idea how dangerous using Cybermatter like that was!?
Knockout: I am well aware Doc.
Ratchet: You certainly don't sound like it!
Knockout: ...
Ratchet: ...
Knockout: ...
Ratchet, sighing deeply: Look, it was dangerous, but... I am glad to see you got your wings back. I cannot imagine how difficult it was to manage living as a grounder.
Knockout was largely confined to the medical bay as his wings continued to develop. The bare essentials were there, but the plating and protoform was still taking time to develop. Against the expectations of the entire team once they learned of Knockout's actions, he stayed put. In fact he took his recovery and restoration far more seriously than even his duties as a Doctor. Every waking moment he spent dutifully tending to his precious wings and practicing flexing the cabling and activating the still sputtering thrusters that were making themselves known on his back.
By the time the team arrived on Cybertron, Knockout was more than ready. Fear lingered at the back of his processors, causing him to hesitate as he stood on the deck of the Nemesis, a few flight capable vehicons by his side to catch him if things went south. Optimus himself was also present, keeping a vague optic on the scenario as he worked on something or other. As such with a fearful vent and a prayer to Breakdown to watch over him, Knockout threw himself over the edge, begging his instinctual coding to take control.
He fell like a bag of bolts for a few dozen feet, and then just as he was starting to fear for his life, age old codes activated. However instead of wheels spinning and dirt beneath his frame, he felt the current rushing past his wings as his vision warped and he graced the skies for the first time in millennia. Never before had Knockout laughed so joyfully, nor had he ever stayed in the skies for as long as he did that cycle. He only returned to the Nemesis when his wings burned from the exertion and his spark fluttered with too much emotion to be contained.
The team congratulated him on his restoration, but to Knockout it meant very little as he returned to his quarters, and collected a small picture from his berthside table.
"I did it Breakdown. I promised you I would fly again."
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oh-hell-help-me · 9 months
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Day 28: Brood
Luigi was over the moon.
He’d never really thought he’d find love so easily (or at all, considering his luck), but the bliss of having a lover and a baby haven’t faded in the days that followed.
Yes, Luigi is still unfortunately clumsy with figuring out what his baby needed, but the help and experience of an everyday routine had made it easier.
He’s… not sure what to name her. He hasn’t even known she was a girl until they had Kamek check her over. Not to mention… his other problem.
He sorta doesn’t want to name her alone. He figured, well, since the baby was also Bowser’s- even though they weren’t even married…
And thus the crux of the problem.
He KNOWS Bowser loves him, and he’s unquestionably sure that he loves Bowser. They have even went on date nights before the baby hatched, and had been riding on a surreal period of domestic living.
But neither of them ‘popped the question’ yet.
He would have been nervous at the possible implications if it wasn’t for the way they both seemed to tiptoe around the subject.
Luigi knew how it felt to be afraid- he especially knew the fear of rejection. Seeing Bowser, his big bold Koopa, experience that same fear? Well, it was reassuring but also frustrating.
More than anything, Luigi wants to do more than just ‘stay’- he wants to spend his days at Bowser’s side as they watch the kids grow.
He wants to grow old with him, to share every moment that could be spared and reminisce about the ones they couldn’t.
He wants to call Bowser his husband, to call the Koopalings his kids, and be able to say that they are all his familia in every way.
But at this rate? The Koopalings will be all grown up before they even have a wedding day.
So, he figured that he would need to take the first step.
He’d just need to do a bit of preparation.
Bowser was restless.
For whatever reason, Luigi has left the castle for errands- with the baby.
He’s already paranoid about letting the human wander outside- never mind the tiny little girl that he adores and instinctively recognizes as his.
It’s a feeling that prickles under his skin- it buzzes and gnaws at his consciousness like a dog with a bone, and it’s hell on his patience as he gets through another round of paperwork.
By the time he’s done with the last pamphlet, he’s vibrating in his seat, the claws of his free hand embedded into the wood of his desk.
He looked at the clock, and saw only three hours had past-
Nope. That’s it. Nest.
(He’s nearly unaware of how fast he arrives at the nursery, or where exactly he found enough blankets and pillows to make a large nest that encompasses half the room's floor.)
Nest.
(He’s also fuzzy on the details of where he found each Koopaling, but the important part was that they were now in the nest and safe.)
Nest.
(He searches every inch of the castle for intruders- there aren't- marks the doorway of the nursery- which leaves gouges that mean another budget cut for repairs- and heads down the hallways towards the main doors.)
Nest.
(Before he even steps into the foyer, the doors are slowly pried open to admit a familiar 'shadow' and a Koopa baby-)
MatemaTEMATEHATCHLINGMATEHATCHLING-
(“Bowser, whaAAAA-?!” He’s picked them up by Luigi’s shirt, uncaring of the damage his teeth made as he carried him straight towards the nursery.)
NESTMATEHATCHLINGNESTSAFE-
(Luigi sighs the moment he is settled into the nest, unlatching the baby from its carrier before making himself comfortable between Roy and Junior. The latter is already booping the baby’s nose by the time Bowser secures the perimeter one last time before settling down and around their brood.)
By the time he woke up from unintended slumber, Bowser needed a few minutes to orient himself- and realize that he’s being stared at.
He turns and meets those same soft eyes he fell in love with- simply holding his gaze in half-lidded contentment.
"Are you awake?"
Bowser would have snorted an 'obviously' if he didn't know what Luigi actually meant. "Yeah, I'm here."
"Good." A sleepy sigh from the baby draws their attention to her, watching as her little chest puffs in and out with each breath.
"...Bowser?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you help me name her?"
He looks at Luigi and- while he doesn't catch his eye- the worried furrow of his brow betrayed his anxiousness.
"Alright." And, because he's just as clueless- "What about 'Nanne'?"
"She doesn't quite look like a 'Nanne'..."
...Looking at the baby, he couldn't help but agree.
"Then maybe... 'Kare-'"
"NO. Just... no."
...Okay? He'll choose to ignore that outburst... "What are your suggestions?"
"Ah, um!" Luigi flushes and how endearing is it for him to still blush a pretty pink- "I woulda given her a name like Annalisa, like my nonna -my grandma-, or Mia, like my mother. But... those don't fit her either."
Bowser admits that those names are pretty and sentimental, something that he can expect from Luigi. But that last one... It almost sounds right.
“What about… ‘Mina’?”
"'Mina'." He sees Luigi try out the word, reaching out to poke at the baby's palm- instantly getting that finger grabbed by the sleeping Koopa. "This is 'Mina'." His voice cracks and he is visibly shook as he uses a thumb to stroke the tiny clenching fist. "Mia Mina... It sounds perfect."
Looking at the scene before him, Bowser couldn't help but think that this is perfect.
It almost feels like he couldn't be happier.
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averageallogene · 8 months
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Kazuha ♡⊹˚ Only you (NSFW)
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✧˖°. Summary: Loving a wanderer is not easy, especially when the lonely nights grow in numbers and the longing brings forth negative thoughts. Just as her self doubt begins to boil over, her Kazuha returns, committed to chase any insecurities away.
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fem. reader (3rd person) ; hurt to comfort with then concluding smut. cw for insecurities / self doubt regarding love life.
6k words.
notes. I really couldn't just not write something as sickeningly sweet as this for our beloved Kazuha <3. We all just know he's the sweetest there is and I wanted to attempt and showcase that! I hope you like the progression in this one~ Enjoy! ✧˖°.
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Normality remained strong in Ligue Harbor, the banality of human life boasting lively as another day concluded for many across the prosperous city. The sun was still in the sky, golden rays blessing the nation of the Geo Lord as many of its inhabitants retired for their families or loved ones, the night soon beginning. Lights were lit, the harbor still roaring as the dock workers ensured everything was in order for the day. 
On the usual spot she remained, hands holding across her front as she silently prayed for the known ship to dock. Colorful eyes gleamed with hope, grasping one of the many letters she'd been given to the messengers that reached her, the only link between herself and her beloved. 
"Waiting for the Crux, I reckon?" One of the workers approached her, sympathetic look across his face as she nodded in confirmation. "I'm afraid the ship won't be docking today either, miss. The sea's been rather violent out there, so that might just be the cause of their delay."
[F/N] simply nodded her head, gaze lowering as she sighed quietly. The vague explanation was a clear attempt at an excuse to soothe the heartache the sailor had probably seen many times before her, yet it still stung all the same despite the good intentions. Another day without her lover felt like yet another knife that perforated her heart, wound gashing deep as she silently wept for his absence.
Loving a wanderer wasn't easy, and [F/N] was very aware of such. Still, caging a bird that wished for nothing more than to soar across the skies was brutal, far too brutal for anyone as loving and as carefree as her dearest Kazuha. Even if it stung whenever he wouldn't be there with her, the love she held for him far surpassed the temporary ache. [F/N] knew she was loved, it was evidently clear in the way Kazuha always returned, regardless of his love of freedom. It was evident in the way he always held her, the way he eyed her, the way he dedicated a poem in each letter he'd send - of how the winds atop a mountain reminded him of her soothing embrace, of how the hues in the sunset of the west resembled her face whenever she gained a pink color, of how the sound of the waterfalls couldn't possibly compare to all the pure love that poured from his heart in her name. Kaedehara Kazuha was a very loving man, one that ensured to make it known for the one he always thought back to and returned, regardless of where he was. 
Even so, why would these thoughts every so often creep up on her? He loved her, and his word had always been sacred. [F/N] would never even dream of doubting Kazuha's words, yet the mind could be an ugly enemy to battle against when the lonely nights carried on, one after the other.
"Why not join us for dinner tonight? Come on, it'll be fun!" A friend had suggested, noticing the way her mere aura wept around her very frame. 
The intentions had been good, to say the least. Yet the way her friends were either accompanied or spoke of nothing else than their partners and their relationships served little to distract her of her own ordeal. The food was delectable, yet it seemed particularly bland despite the expertise of the cooks that carried out the Yue Cuisine legacy. [F/N] could only find herself picking at the food presented to her, head hanging low as her locks partially hid her face from the view of her friends in front of her. 
"Hey [F/N], are you alright?" Another one of her girlfriends inquired, receiving only a short response from the girl in question. 
"How's Kazuha been?" The girl beside her asked, intentions nice despite not reading the room.
The only one that seemed to truly be aware of their friend's emotions at that moment had been the one that had invited her in the first place. With a glance that inquired if they were serious?, she gesticulated her hands slightly before [F/N] were to notice. 
"He's… He's been doing good. I hope?" She responded, the last question leaving her in a quick breath that nearly escaped everyone in the room. The atmosphere was quickly shifting, everyone around the table growing quieter as the conversation went on. 
"O-Oh?" Although definitely reading the room now, it felt odd to leave it out in the open after inquiring of how everything was on their end. Ignoring their friend's glance, her attention shifted to [F/N] once more. "Wasn't he due to return a few days ago?"
"Yes… He was. I'm a little worried if…"
If he won't come back to me, it was stuck at the back of her throat as it formed into a lump that threatened to suffocate her. After all, Kazuha was just… Perfection. He deserved only the very best. A life chained down to Liyue Harbor with herself… Was it really something he deserved?
"Oh, dear…" A sigh of frustration was heard from the same friend, deciding that her opinion should be heard on the matter. Even as she was quietly urged to not say it, something everyone but [F/N] seemed to be aware of, she continued to speak. "You've been way too gloomy these past few days… Is Kazuha the reason you haven't been yourself?"
"Huh?"
"He's not really been there for you has he? I mean- With someone as far away as he is, how can he truly be there for you when you're like this?"
"Hey, stop it-" The other girlfriend tried to stop her then and there, the urge of throwing her out of the dining area of the restaurant becoming quite enticing all of the sudden. 
"When was the last time he was here? And for what, a week? I don't like seeing you like this, and I don't want to be the one to break it to you [F/N], but someone that truly cared wouldn't always be leaving you in the dirt like this."
"Shut up, you idiot!" Her friend nearly shouted, all the while [F/N] simply stared at her, apparently processing what she was saying before formulating a response. 
"I'm sorry, but it has to be said! You're always supporting Kazuha on his decisions, but why doesn't he just stay more often? Wouldn't he be able to do so if he loves you? Is he afraid of commitment?"
"I'm not hungry anymore." Suddenly [F/N] got up, placing the chopsticks to the side carefully before eyeing everyone on the table. Despite the twisting emotions stirring deep within her, the fire to still respond somehow came forth. "You wouldn't possibly understand just how important this is for Kazuha. I'd advise you to think before you spew hurtful things about your friends' relationships."
The group was left in utter awkwardness, the young girl retiring for the night as frustrated tears fell down from her face. Anger and disappointment flowed together, both at her idiot friend, if she could even be called that, and at herself. Her heart felt as though it was punctured with small needles, threatening to shatter in a thousand pieces as her mind continued to juggle between her self doubt and her faith in Kazuha. 
[F/N] hadn't even realized when she had entered her small home, the door closing behind her as her vision remained blurry with the tears. Kazuha loves me, right? , Of course he does, would he ever lie? , Well, why would he want me anyway? , He could have anyone after all , I’m sure he’s met many more interesting people out there , they were all thoughts that jumbled inside her head as she retired to her cold and empty room, disappearing amidst the silken sheets as she succumbed to a melancholic sleep. 
The following day at work was difficult, [F/N] having trouble focusing as she attended to her duties with due diligence. It didn't help the fact that, working directly with people, she had to tuck away her sorrows for the day all the while faking her smile to the customers that kept the business afloat. Her mind however could only wonder back to her lover, the one that hadn't sent a letter to her in a while, the one that perhaps was too good for her after all. 
She found herself at the docks after her shift, seeking comfort amidst the soothing breeze of Liyue as it caressed her face. Her eyes sought refuge from the light as they closed, a pained expression painted in faint layers as she breathed slowly. In the distance, seagulls could be heard as they took flight, the echoing sounds reaching her ears as she sighed quietly.
Perhaps… A free bird shouldn't be bound to anything, she thought.
Perhaps that was what she was, a mere binding down to his happiness. If she wasn't there… Would Kazuha have more time to enjoy himself across Teyvat?
She hadn't even heard the approaching footsteps, a lonesome figure dressed in the warmest reds reaching her from behind. She remained there, fingers interlaced together against her belly as she pondered over, mind painstakingly torturing her heart as it overanalyzed every little thing.
"This conflict within your heart, dove… It worries me so." Her eyes shot wide open, body jumping lightly before coming face to face with the warmest gaze that reflected the most radiants of sunsets. "Would you like to explain to me what troubles you?"
"Kazuha!.. You’re back!" [F/N] murmured, eyes still locked with his own as she took the moment to even react. This was enough to further confirm his suspicions, expression furrowing with worry as he gently reached his hand out to hold her own.
"Yes, my love." He hummed softly, reading her like an open book. Averting his gaze was of little use, yet she did it all the same, the little faith in hiding her conflict from his experienced eyes leading her to do so as he tucked some strands behind her ear. " Something wrong? I'm all ears, I hope you know so."
"I… I don't want to burden you." She sighed softly, voice speaking lower than what he'd like. After all, her voice was the most beautiful sound to ever grace his ears. "After all, you've just returned…"
"You'd never, ever burden me." He spoke with confidence, yet his tone oozed with the honey that would always draw her back into him. His fingers, previously lingering on the side of her face, quickly traveled down her jawline, lifting her chin gently as she finally looked back into his eyes once more. "I arrived a little bit ago. The Crux had to continue their voyage, yet my promise to return to you was much more important."
Her eyes glistened upon his words, the previous brick walls that isolated her within her self doubts crumbling piece by piece. Her smile lifted for a mere moment before it faltered, silently thanking him for always knowing what to say, as was customary for Kazuha. Seemingly reading her yet again, he continued.
"There was a delay in our trip as we were nearly ambushed amidst the sea. Even with a reputation as high as hers, Beidou still finds some rascals willing to try their very best from time to time." He explained calmly, fingers caressing her skin as the harbor seemingly stood still around them. "All I could think about was how you'd be doing… Oh, how I missed you, my love."
"Kazuha… I missed you so much…" She sobbed, hands covering her face as she felt herself be lovingly embraced into his grasp. His arms held the warmth of the world, the faint scent of the salty sea enveloping her as [F/N] let herself go. His voice soothed her with calming words, reassuring her once more of how he missed her so, her aching heart slowly and steadily being soothed over. 
It was the first time in a very long while that the house didn't feel cold. The couple returned to the humble abode as the door was closed behind them, Kazuha never letting go of his lover's hand even as they remained there in the entryway. His thumb caressed her skin carefully, his eyes pleading for her to speak her mind as she deserved to.
"My dear… You wouldn't happen to be so sorrowful on my account, would you?"
The mere way her muscles tensed as a response was more than enough to confirm his worries, it now being his turn to feel his heart ache. His hand held hers tighter now, a light squeeze that spoke directly of his regret of ever being the cause of her hurt. 
"It's not your fault, don't ever think that…" [F/N] shook her head, her fingers reciprocating the same gentleness to him as they remained perfectly still. Kazuha carefully came closer, his breath tickling her skin softly as he quietly coaxed her to continue. "I've just been having… Some negative, unwanted thoughts."
"Is that so? Would you like to share more with me?" Kazuha softly voiced out, at that point her chest pressing against his own. "Just know you don't have to if you don't feel comfortable, dear. I'll support you either way, just like you've always supported me."
Kazuha spoke with the utmost love, the utmost devotion, like one worshiped a deity with all their being. His feather light touch was enough to ignite small sparks from within her skin, sending small shivers down her spine as she relished on his presence. The way he'd worded himself was enough to finally crumble her walls, the sudden suffocation within her chest urging her to spill every worry she had, every ache her mind fabricated. 
"Kazuha- I… I love you, so much," [F/N] stuttered, her cheeks gaining color as she openly wept before him. "But I just can't help but… But feel like I'm-"
"Holding me back?" He completed it for her, watching as she adorably nodded her head, lip twisting in agony as he hummed in response. His fingers lingered on her cheek, calloused thumb working to carefully wipe off every tear that left her gaze. 
"How did you know?" She hiccuped.
"The wind whispered your sorrows to me, dove." He responded truthfully, watching as she cracked a small smile. To her it was a poetic way to tell her it was intuition, but only Kazuha knew the true reality of his words. "My love, if I may ask, why would you ever think that?"
"I… I just… I suppose that…"
Patience was one of the many things that made Kazuha the perfect person, his gaze burning with nothing short of sheer love as his other hand carefully lowered to rest upon her hip. He wanted her to fully let it all out, together finding the root of the issue before they could grow together. 
"I think it all started with me just… Missing you too much? It sounds a little ridiculous-"
"It isn't, dear. None of your emotions are ridiculous. But please, continue."
"I suppose I started wondering if I had become too… Boring. Against the excitement described in all the letters you send me, I’d fear I can't be all that exciting to return to… Right? There must be far more intriguing people out there, someone that perhaps…. That perhaps, is more…” It stung her to even say it, yet the need to finally communicate what her brain processed was evident. “...Compatible, with you.”
Kazuha continued to gaze at her with fondness and sympathy, his thumb continuing to circle her cheek in a slow and soothing pattern. He waited for her to finally look back up at him, searching for any signs of confirmation to what she suspected. There was nothing as far as she could tell, the samurai before her glancing at her with nothing short of pure love. 
"Is that what you've been thinking, dear?" He hummed warmly, his strong grasp only pulling her closer to him. He felt as her arms wrapped around his lower back, her head nodding slowly as his fingers entangled themselves through her hair. "I'm so sorry, I wouldn't ever want you to think that I wished to be away from you for longer than I already can be…"
He began leaning closer, his soft lips brushing against the top of her head before he began to plant soft kisses. His breath tickled her skin, feeling as he moved towards her forehead, leaving a trail of warm kisses all the while he continued to speak. 
"In truth, wherever I go, I always find myself circling back to you. Every piece of beauty I stumble upon brings me back to your own, reminding me over and over just how lucky I am to have you." Kazuha smiled softly, his own cheeks gaining a hint of color as he opened his heart for her. It wasn't difficult for someone who held his heart in his sleeve, yet the way his girlfriend reacted to it each time only made his fondness grow even more. "To have someone who truly understands and supports me, I won't ever take that for granted. No one shall ever compare to your kindness, your support, your patience, your positivity, your dedication… No matter how 'intriguing' they may be, to me no one shall ever, ever whisk my heart from you." His hand continued to circle her back slowly, her body growing soothed as his words reaffirmed their position and blew away her worries. "I too don't like being far from you my love, yet I can't also force you to follow me and give up on your own dream."
Her head nodded against his chest, signifying her agreement to his words. Her grip onto his frame tightened, causing him to bring her even closer as they remained where they were. Kazuha could feel their heartbeats pump in unison, the vulnerable moment only amplifying their strong emotions to one another. 
"I love you, my dear [F/N]. With all my heart and a promise to the stars above, my heart belongs to you, only." Kazuha whispered, his tone honest and ardent. His hand slid up to once more hold her cheek, coaxing her to look up to him once more. His eyes shimmered with love, a small smile gracing his handsome face as she felt her own cheeks grow in warmth. 
"I love you too, Kazuha…" [F/N] eagerly responded, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry I've ever let myself think that-"
His thumb softly pressed against her lips, quietly hushing her as he shook his head. It's alright, I understand, his gaze told her in silence. His smile only grew, letting them bask in the quietness for a mere instance. Kazuha himself wasn't immune to those thoughts, either. On lonesome nights across his journey he'd pondered if he was worthy of his beloved, if his presence was doing her more harm than good. Yet the love he held for her always pulled him back, never being courageous enough to let go, never wanting to. 
With his head tilting forward they shared a deep kiss, their confessions pouring into it as their lips danced slowly. Kazuha savored every instance, sighing against her hold as he basked in the familiarity and warmth of her soft, irresistible kisses. Whilst one hand remained snuggly on her hip, the other lowered to her neck, carefully stroking behind as he pulled his beloved closer, leading the two of them across their silent confession as none dared to move. [F/N] smiled softly against his lips, her own hand holding him closer by his clothing while another stroking upwards to find his lovely hair. The way her fingers waved through his locks had him trembling at the end of his back, Kazuha taking the instance to deepen the kiss with a passion that only began to overflow. She could feel it as well, the way his lips moved a little more frantically, the way he began to sigh a little quicker against her mouth. He leaned to the side, attacking the corner while letting her catch her breath, whispering to her ear. 
"I love you, my dove. My flame only burns for you, only you." His words of love and adoration were hard to ever cease, her head beginning to spin in the process as she slowly got drunk on his confessions. "Allow me to show you, just how much I mean my words."
A small gasp leaving her throat, her arms quickly sought stability on his neck, Kazuha easily lifting her off the ground as he whisked her in his arms. One hand around the back of her knees and the other on her lower back, his cheeky smile wasn't passed unnoticed as he continued to pepper her with kisses, all the way to their shared bedroom. Even with the dim light he moved without any issues, ending up with the two of them on their bed, him atop his beloved as she eyed him with expectancy. 
Even with such little light Kazuha looked ethereal, his calming smile sending her heart ablaze as her hand worked on removing the hair tie that caged his beautiful hair. It was his own turn to tremble, the sensation of her hands on his scalp always triggering something within him as he pounced. His calloused fingers moved around her frame with the utmost care, as if before him stood a masterpiece that could break under any sign of force. The little shivers he could feel against his fingers had him biting his lower lip, gazing at her with love as he removed each and every layer of her clothing. 
"You're the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid my eyes upon, [F/N]..." He murmured, lips brushing against her own before lowering to her chest. The warmth of his breath contrasted with the cold of her bare skin, causing her to jolt slightly against him as her hands held him close. "I will never get tired of your beauty, never will I not want to show my devotion to you."
"K-Kazuha," she breathed out in a trembling tone, her skin reacting to every little bit of attention he bestowed upon her. His hands explored her chest before landing on her breasts, one hand cupping each as he massaged them sensually. [F/N] could do little but bite her lower lip, suppressing the little sounds from eagerly escaping as she gazed at him with half lidded eyes.
“You’re beautiful… So beautiful.” He repeated like a prayer, lips lingering lower down her belly, planting kisses along all the way. 
He could feel the way her thighs closed shut, the smile against her skin being felt as his hands lowered to reach her hips. His lovely girlfriend could only whine at the sudden loss of warmth across her bare chest, feeling her entire body grow excited as he continued his ministrations. By that point, Kazuha nestled himself comfortably against her legs, burrowing himself in between them as his strong hold carefully pried her open, like a most delicate gift he’d forever treasure. His red eyes, gleaming with a burning passion, gazed up to her as he gave her a loopy smile, one of both love and lust as his fingers ran across her sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
“I’ll make you feel good, baby. Don’t you worry…” He cooed softly, kissing and nibbling from her inner thigh closer and closer until he reached her exposed heat, already wet with excitement for his attention. His breath both tickled and excited her further, attentive fingers spreading her pussy lips apart before he gave her one slow lick.
“A-Ah, K-Kazuha!” [F/N] yelped, her back arching lightly as she closed her eyes. Her hand sought the bedsheets below them as she attempted to hold still, her hips involuntarily jerking against his mouth for more. He could only smile, basking in her essence and scent as he fully intended on drowning himself in the moment.
“You taste wonderful, dove. I can never get enough of you.” His tone came out in a groan, feeling his throat dry up like he’d been thirsty for years. Another lick, and another, he couldn’t even get his request out without eating her out more and more. “I want you to, look at me,” He groaned, his hand squishing her thigh. He watched as she hesitated for a moment, before finally opening her eyes and looking at him, the most endearing expression of bashfulness across her beautiful face as she breathed heavily. “I want you to keep looking at him while I pleasure you, baby. Can you do that for me?”
“M-Mhm, I-I’ll try…” [F/N] moaned out, clenched first hiding her opened mouth as she continued to breathe out. It was difficult, yet she could never deny any request her beloved Kazuha had for her. Despite the embarrassment, the way he got off on the eye contact as he ate her out was something that stirred her in a way she couldn’t quite describe, enough to convince her to oblige. 
“Good girl. My good girl…” The samurai breathed out, leaning in before putting his skilled tongue to use. 
Setting her pussy lips apart with his wet muscle, Kazuha’s gleaming gaze didn’t deviate from her face, watching with entertainment every little reaction and shift of expression she offered to him. Her lips remained parted in a delicious expression, breathing out repetitions of his name as his tongue swirled upwards to her bud. He licked, tasted, explored, leaving no corner of her needy pussy untouched as he savored every drop of juice she had to offer to him. 
“You taste so good, dove. I could die a happy man like this,” he chuckled in a breathless tone, burrowing himself even deeper as her thighs closed in on his head. Kazuha could feel himself becoming lightheaded, drowning himself in the taste of his lover as he lifted one hand to aid his tongue.
“Nnnnhah, Kazuha! That feels so good, ah-” She moaned in a high pitched tone, eyes shutting for a mere moment upon feeling two of his fingers going inside her. [F/N] continued moaning his name, shivering in delight as a hand landed back on his gorgeous light hair.
Against her grip he grunted, now his turn of feeling his eyes nearly closing. Kazuha remained steady however, his mouth suckling and playing with her clit as he continued to pump his fingers deeper into her. He could feel her walls tighten around his digits, the sounds of her juices squelching against his hand bringing a most satisfied smile to his face. His soul burned brightly as he realized how despite everything she kept on gazing down at him, doing her utmost to keep up her promise to him even as her eyes grew glossy.
“You’re just too precious, my love.” He cooed against her pussy, fingers pumping faster and deeper, hitting her where she saw stars. Her response was a gasp and a dragged out moan, hand gripping tighter onto his hair, pulling him closer as she sought any form of release while grinding against his face. 
“Kazu, d-don’t look at me l-like that,” [F/N] breathed out, tears falling down her rosy cheeks as she felt herself grow closer and closer to her orgasm. “It’s, ahn- Embarrassing~”
“I’m sorry love, I just can’t help myself.” He sighed blissfully in response, lowering himself for a mere moment before licking greedily all around the juices that dripped down from her hole, his fingers scissoring her with expertise as she contorted in pleasure. “I just can’t keep my eyes off of your beautiful frame, all sensitive and just for my eyes to see… I’m such a lucky man.”
“Kazuha!” [F/N] called out in a trembling voice, eyes pleading with him to not stop. 
“Are you close, darling?” He hummed, her head nodding frantically as she eyed him with fervor, pleading to please bring her to a release. Kazuha could only offer her a lopsided smile, his heart soaring to watch as he pleased her so well. “Don’t worry, I promised I’d take good care of you, baby. Go on, cum for me, alright?”
Her breathing grew frantic, moaning to his delightful ears as he continued to finger her quicker, tongue carving out every corner of her pussy as he engraved her scent in his mind. His eyes didn’t leave her face, wishing to witness her beautiful expression twisting upon reaching her high. [F/N] babbled on his name, hips bucking against his face before finally releasing the tight knot that had formed in her belly. He felt her walls spasm against his fingers, moving them slower, riding her through her wild climax as his tongue calmed down, offering her slower licks before moving on to kiss her inner thighs.
“There you go, dove… So gorgeous, so good for me.” Kazuha smiled, reassurance beaming through his words as they dripped out like the sweetest honey in her ears. He watched as she relaxed, her hold around him loosening and letting him crawl up to meet her face.
Kazuha kissed her deeply, his lover being quick to reciprocate the act. Her hands grasped onto him weakly, moaning against the kiss as his tongue met hers, saliva connecting as they twisted in bed, bodies grinding together. Kazuha could feel himself throbbing underneath his layers of clothing, growing hotter with each moment he spent with the love of his life. He made sure to part her lips nice and wide, suddenly ambushing her mouth as he slipped his fingers in, watching as she opened her eyes in confusion. Her face grew hotter, tasting her own release as her tongue swirled around his fingers, licking them fully while gifting him with the most delectable moans. His eyes grew heavier, his breathing following suit as he felt the urge to move forward with their session. 
“You came quite hard, didn’t you?” He pointed out, a hint of cheekiness amidst the otherwise sugary sweet voice he had for her. “I bet it was lonely without me, wasn’t it honey?”
She shyly nodded her head. “I-It just… Isn’t the same, without you…” She admitted under her breath, watching as he began to undress himself. 
“I’m sorry, baby. It’s okay, I’ll take good care of you now.” He reassured her, chasing her lips with his own as they fumbled together to fully undress the samurai. 
Kazuha couldn’t possibly let go of her mouth, soft laughter filling the room every so often as the two lovers jumbled around the now messy bed. His clothing was thrown to the floor without much thought, his hot body being hit with the cooler air as they finally embraced one another skin to skin. [F/N]’s ears were filled with excuses as to why he couldn’t possibly let her go, citing how her lips tasted too sweet, how she always captivated him beyond the wish to breathe.
“I love you, [F/N]. Only you.” Kazuha repeated, his fingers lacing with her own as they stood still, bodies pressed together as he finally stopped kissing her for a mere second.
“I love you too, Kazuha…” She quickly replied, the smile on her face genuine as his heart leaped at the view before him.
His hand snuck behind her lower back, quickly turning the two of them around. [F/N] gasped softly upon feeling him move her with ease, soon finding herself sat on his lap, her beloved laying below her with the most radiant of smiles, accompanied by the loveliest shade of pink on his cheeks.
“I want you to use me, pleasure yourself.” He requested, voice velvety sweet as his hands came to rest on her hips. He watched her hesitate, blushing furiously as he began rubbing circles around her waist.
“B-But…”
She watched as he tilted his head to the side, waiting patiently for a response. Yet nothing came, the thought about taking the lead was exciting [F/N] quite a lot. Up to that point Kazuha had usually been the one to take charge, yet the way he seemed to hold her and wanting to be the one to be used brought a new sensation to her belly she hadn’t quite experienced. She was brought out of those thoughts as his hardened cock grinded against her still sensitive pussy, feeling the thick vein on its side pressing against her and making her nearly see stars.   
“I belong to only you, after all.” Kazuha sighed in bliss, eagerly attempting to hold his hips from bucking too frequently as he patiently waited for her to move.
A shiver was felt down her spine, the two lovers sharing a glance before she nodded her head. With her hand she cautiously aligned herself with his cock, slowly but surely lowering herself onto him before her expression began shifting. How long had she felt her walls being stretched to fit him- Goodness, her mind was already melting. Kazuha just felt deliciously good, reaching all the right spots as she moaned out his name. 
“Ngh, h-how I missed this.” He moaned, his hands gripping at her hips before slowly finding their way closer to her ass. His eyes nearly shut in pure bliss, yet he held on, gaze lowering only to watch as her pussy engulfed him whole.
“Ah Kazu, y-you’re so big…” [F/N] shivered, the blush upon her face rivaling the maple leaves of his homeland in the cooler months. Her walls sucked him eagerly, as if kissing his dick and begging him to remain there forever, something that had his head spinning in delight. As she adjusted to his size, she couldn’t help but wonder, how come he felt bigger? Was she just so desperate to have him that her mind warped her perception, or...?
After a mere moment and a shared glance, her hips began moving, taking charge as they both began letting out sounds of pleasure. Kazuha could only watch as his cock was buried deep within her walls, each time kissing her deeper and deeper with his tip as he focused to not come undone then and there - it wasn’t like he could be blamed however, after all, not only did his darling’s pussy just feel sinfully delicious, but the view before him was to die for. [F/N]’s body moved up and down, the sweat gleaming off her skin with the little light they had amidst the dark room, her eyes focusing on him as they drowned in one another’s presence. Her tits bounced in rhythm with her body, hypnotizing him to a trance as he felt his throat dry up with all the sighs of pleasure he let out.
“[F/N]...” He moaned out, causing her inner walls to squeeze him even harder in response. “Y-You look, ahgn- Simply d-divine, love.” He smiled widely, his hands reaching out for her to take them. 
[F/N] blushed furiously, only moaning in response as she took his hands in hers. Their fingers laced together, Kazuha holding her with conviction as he offered her a steady way to hold herself up as she fucked herself on his throbbing cock. The sound of her ass rippling on him as she breathed heavily only further enhanced his pleasure, watching the show as he continued to praise and worship her very being.
“I love you, [F/N]... Archons, how much I love you. I can’t, ah, get enough of you.” Kazuha sighed, watching as her locks partially covered her face, lips twisting in pleasure as she felt herself pick up the pace, the same knot from before beginning to form deep within her belly.
“Kazuha, ah, Kazuha!” She whined, her hips moving in a circling motion as his cock kissed her in a particularly delicious spot, her back arching in response. “I love you, so much! Ah~”
He could feel himself closing in, his jawline tensing as his muscles contracted as a response. [F/N] could nearly drool at the sight, his toned body reacting with the way she bounced on his cock, doing nothing else but milking him for all he was worth.
“I love you,” He huffed, feeling as she lowered herself unexpectedly to chase after his lips. Obliging with a wide smile, his moans were muffled as she kissed him deeply, his hands returning to her hips and aiding her in keeping the rapid rhythm she sought. Even amidst the kisses he found openings to proclaim his desire for her, his mind already melting with how good she was making him feel. “I love you, I love you. Only you, dove. Only you.”
[F/N] could only moan incomprehensibly as a response, a faint attempt to reply a similar variant falling short as he bucked his hips involuntarily. Her eyes rolled back as she could only register his tip kissing her cervix, thrusting deeper and quicker, abusing her aching hole whilst also doing little less than worshiping it at the same time. He nibbled on her lower lip for a moment, relishing on her broken moans of his name as her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers stroking through his freed blond hair.
“Ahhh- ‘M close, Kazu!” [F/N] warned him, her eyes stinging with tears once more as her hips nearly gave out on her, were it not for the support his strong grip gave her.
“M-Me too,” Kazuha replied, a hint of disappointment evident amidst the pleasure. “Y-You just- Feel too- Good, ah.”
Even so, like always, he focused on ensuring her release before his own. Even on the brink of orgasm, his discipline knew no bounds, focusing instead on her lips and neck before feeling her wave crash against his body. [F/N] let out one final broken moan of his name, alongside a plea to release inside of her. He was nobody to not oblige, smiling drunkenly against her skin before picking up the pace, thrusting through her overstimulated pussy as he chased his own release. Repeated moans of her name left his lips like a sacred chant, nails gripping her ass before one final thrust having him release deep within her walls. Thick spurts of white painted her every corner, a tremble going all the way down her back as [F/N] felt her mind turn into a puddle. Even as he came Kazuha continued thrusting his hips, mouth open wide as he breathed heavily against her lips, feeling as his seed spilled out even before he had pulled out of her pussy.
“Ahn… S-So m-much…” She stuttered, eyes shutting close as she felt her body press against his own. Breathing heavily against his frame, her hands remained on his hair as she began stroking it slower, calmer, trying to catch her breath as he rode his high.
Kazuha’s lips were soon glued to her own, refusing to pull out of her pussy as they remained there. His hands stroked through her lovely figure, silently thanking her for taking him so well, for obliging to every little request he’d given her. He could only smile as he felt her body fully press against his own, resting against his toned chest as their heartbeats slowed down. 
“That was beyond amazing, dove.” He commented, tucking some hair behind her ear before giving her a smile. He studied her flushed face, basking in the smile she returned to him. “Are you tired?”
“O-Oh… Mhm…” Her blush worsened, hesitantly nodding her head. His perceptive eyes saw right through her though, the cheeky smile she adored too much returning to his face as his head tilted to the side. 
“Oh really? Seems like someone missed me that much…” A playful pinch of her ass followed, laughing quietly at the yelp she let out before eyeing him back with a pout. “Well, I believe I missed you much more…”
[F/N]’s back shivered as she realized the shift in his gaze, feeling as his cock began hardening whilst still buried deep inside her. She bit her lip with expectancy, shimmering eyes locking with his own as he played with her hair gently.
“How about we catch our breaths before round two, dove? We have to make up for our time apart, after all…”
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We know communication is the crux and where a lot of growth happens, and I adore how you showed not the best communication and the effects both in the main and in the follow up. Is there any future miscommunications that you feel would br extra intense or particularly too close to home for one or the other that thanks to how they both grow they’ll be able handle? Like that would have been the end of things if it happened earlier?
I don't know that I can come up with specific examples without getting too lost in the weeds, but we can have a look at the sort of things that might give rise to some miscommunication.
Bowser is a villain. He's spent his whole life with it being reinforced that might is right. Once he reduces the amount of stealing/invasions he does to other countries, his war machine's momentum is going to halt and everyone he's wronged will start to try pushing back. (Peach is very much of the opinion that Bowser should pay reparations to everyone, but he doesn't want to completely tank his country's economy). Luigi's going to have to get used to the way Bowser talks about dealing with people, though Bowser's bark is always worse than his bite, so when he sketches out a plan to wipe a entire city off the map he's not all that likely to follow through, but it often sounds like he will. Having the courage to ask and figure out that Bowser's just venting is definitely a step Luigi is going to make.
On the other hand, Luigi is a bit of a pushover when it comes to people. He'll follow along and be swept up in all sorts of misadventures just because he rolls his charisma saves at disadvantage. He's also not super great at seeing through even paper-thin disguises and won't notice if people are flirting with him. Which can lead to Bowser getting stroppy when he thinks Luigi's trying to make him jealous.
Neither of them are particularly prone to keeping secrets, so I imagine miscommunication is more likely to be born from cultural/class differences and occasional moments of idiocy, than anything really serious.
Bowser is royalty and always has been. There's going to be moments when Luigi's overwhelmed with how much Bowser's spending on things and/or the quantity of stuff he buys, especially when it comes to getting stuff for Luigi. He's going to worry that he's not living up to Bowser's expectations and try to push himself to do better (Bowser certainly isn't going to complain about the extra affection), but that'll also lead to anxiety and Luigi burning himself out somewhat.
Similarly, Bowser operates on a higher energy level than Luigi. He'll keep suggesting activities to do and when Luigi inevitably bows out, it'll make Bowser feels like Luigi doesn't want to spend time with him full stop, not that Luigi just needs a couple of hours of quiet to recuperate.
They both take things at face value and Bowser especially is prone to not asking many questions if he thinks he's got the gist of things, while Luigi's more likely to avoid questions if he feels like everyone expects him to already know the answers.
... This feels like it's veered away from miscommunication issues and into general relationship problems. I don't know that I'm all that good at writing proper miscommunication, but hopefully this was in the right area.
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Hello big brain, I wonder if you can help me figure something out about RWBY. I am trying to see more in Oscar, but the parts of his character that interest me the most are his background art and hints at the future, rather than any actions or dialogue he's had so far. The one exception is his conversation with Ruby about fear. I am down to clown with this show, I know and love the story of Tip and Ozma, but Oscar feels to me like sneak preview of something that hasn't aired yet. Who is this kid? What did I miss? How do I love the green boy?
Hi anon!
I am so sorry for this super late reply! I wanted to finish some longer meta first :)
Anyway, here are some of my metas on Oscar:
An overview on Oscar
Some thoughts on Oscar and Ruby
Some thoughts on the Wizard of Oz allusion
In general, I think that if you are not particularly interested in Oscar... there is really nothing to do :''')
In my opinion, Oscar is one of the best written characters in how his story is well integrated in the main plot and rather thightly written. His development is perfectly interwoven with the events and it does not feel that the narrative has to take away time to focus on him. On the other hand this might be why you feel you can't pintpoint him so well. He grows a lot, but his development happens so naturally you might arrive at the end of it and ask: "Wait, what happened?"
Anyway, about the things you say interest you the most:
I am confused about what you mean by background art. Do you mean Oscar's room art? In any case, I don't think Oscar's background is so important tbh. His story really starts when Oz appears and its focus is his relationship with the Wizard and how it influences his sense of self - identity :)
You are right about a climax still needing to happen for Oscar's arc. I think he and Ruby are among the characters who will take a rather large portion of the final section of the story
In general, Oscar's foiling with Ruby is a good way to look at his character. I am gonna give you a rather schematic and synthetic overview.
Parents and Children
The crux of Ruby and Oscar's arcs is the relationship with a parental figure, that they decline in opposite ways:
Ruby's story starts with Summer's sudden disappearence
Oscar's story starts with Ozpin's sudden appearence
This is why Ruby sets off on a journey to follow into Summer's footsteps, while Oscar sets off on a journey to find out who he really is. They both meet Oz and go to a Huntsman Academy (Beacon-Choice for Ruby and Haven-Knowledge for Oscar). Still, they do so driven by different motivations.
Ruby wants to save the world (the macrochosm), while Oscar wants to become his own person (the microchosm). This difference is well conveyed through Ruby and Oscar's major ongoing motif: outside/inside.
Ruby is focused on the outside, so that she can avoid looking inside.
Oscar is focused on the inside, so that he has trouble dealing with the outside.
Leader and Teammate
Mistral is the arc where Ruby fully becomes the leader, while Oscar fully integrates with the main group. This happens especially after Oz's disappearence in volume 6. Then is when Ruby and Oscar have to step up in different ways:
Ruby has to shoulder the group (team-leader)
Oscar has to shoulder who he is (team-member)
Once again Ruby has to take care of the macrochosm. She needs to make sure others are okay and to bear everyone's fears and doubts. Oscar instead has to deal with the microchosm. He needs to face crippling self-doubt and to decide who he wants to be on his own.
This struggle is solved in the fight against Cordovin. There:
Oscar comes up with the idea to destroy Cordovin's missile launcher by observing from outside:
Oscar: Right, but her missile launcher doesn’t lock in, it pops out! Without her shields, one well-placed shot could detonate the missiles while they’re still in the launcher!
Ruby executes the plan and defeats Cordovin by acting from inside:
Jaune: The missile launcher springs out… but the raw dust gets locked in!
Ruby still gets an active role and Oscar is still passive, but they are still progressing. Finally, they succeed at becoming a leader and a member of the group, respectively:
Ren: You (Ruby) petrified a Leviathan... after diving down the barrel of a cannon!
Ruby: I mean, Oscar made a successful crash landing! He's a fourteen-year-old farm hand!
This new-found identities are tested in Atlas, where Ruby and Oscar meet a strong foil: Ironwood.
A New Approach
Ruby and Oscar both foil Ironwood, in opposite ways:
Ruby foils Ironwood when it comes to leadership
Oscar foils Ironwood when it comes to self-identity
As a matter of fact Ironwood is struggling to cope with Ozpin's disappearence, just like the 2 kids are doing. Ruby and Oscar just happen to comment different parts of his arc:
Ruby like Ironwood has to step into a role of leadership and wants to find a new approach. This is why she is intrigued by the Amity project. She also has to struggle with trusting others.
Oscar like Ironwood has to grow into his own person without Ozpin's guidance. This is why they are shown training together and growing closer. The way Ironwood treats Oscar is symbolic of the progress of his personal journey. It is not by chance Ironwood grows when he listens to Oscar (not Oz). They are both trying to become the best versions of themselves.
And yet, Ironwood falls and symbolically he does so by giving up on the Amity Project and by shooting Oscar. Still, Ruby and Oscar push forward.
Ruby is the one who ends up using Amity to tell the world the truth. Oscar instead doesn't give up on trust or who he is because of a failure. He keeps on trusting himself and others, even enemies. In this way, he succeeds at guiding Ozpin, whereas Ironwood never could.
Once again, you see Ruby taking care of the macrochosm, while Oscar takes care of the microchosm. Ruby warns the world, while Oscar warns Salem's inner circle.
At the same time, Ruby and Oscar also make progress with the crux of their arcs:
What are you?
The Girl Who Fell Through The World
Oscar:  I thought the idea of falling through Remnant into a new world was exciting. I never understood why she was so sad when she finally made it back home. But now it makes more sense.
Ozpin: She wasn’t the same girl anymore.
Oscar is the one who introduces Alyx's story to the audience and he is the first character to relate to her. Oscar himself is like Alyx, after all. He left home and is changed by his journey. This makes so he is now not the same person as to when he left home.
Ruby goes through the same realization in volume 9, when she ends up specifically in the Ever After, the set of Alyx's story. She too is not the same happy child who left home to save Remnant. And she has to face this truth.
Once again, Ruby and Oscar are opposite and yet the same. They have similar fears and doubts, but face it differently:
Ruby is focused on the world and refuses to look inside, so she is forced by the narrative to make a deep dive into her own self. She falls in a world designed to challenge and eventually heal her.
Oscar is focused on the self and is definately one of the most introspective characters. I mean, he is literally the only one we hear the thoughts of thanks to his conversations with Ozpin. So, he doesn't need more introspection, but rather to act and to face challenges outside himself. This si why he doesn't fall, but is asked by the narrative to keep going even without Ruby to guide him.
In short, Ruby and Oscar have parallel arcs, but our Little Red is forced to go inside, while our Little Ozma has to wait outside.
Still, they are both asked to define who they are. This happens with some clear parallel scenes:
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For example, Jaune lashes out on them, which sets them both off, but in the end their crisis has a positive resolution, since they both grow more into the people they need to be:
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At the same time, they both fall:
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But this fall ends with them successfully grabbing their weapons.
Grab your weapon! Get a hold of yourself!
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Both Ruby and Oscar reach out to their weapons in parallel scenes. This happens because they are both getting a hold of themselves. Sure, their growth and journey is still not complete, but they are not lost. They are still themselves, despite all the changes. They are not the same children they were in the beginning, but they are still Ruby and Oscar. They are still Someones.
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So, Ruby realizes she doesn't have to be Summer, but can be herself. Oscar instead realizes (well not really, but he is getting there) that he is still himself despite the merge with Ozpin.
About this it is interesting to notice how Ruby's wish is really Oscar's fear:
Ruby wants to become Summer
Oscar doesn't want to become Ozpin
The end result for both will be to realize they are their own people. Sure, they may grow similar to Summer and Ozpin and be influenced by them. Still, they are different people with ultimately different stories and destinies.
This is more or less where we are with Ruby and Oscar's story :)
Thank you for the wait and have a nice day!
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ozarkthedog · 1 year
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summary: after a meal, lee fucks you in the back of the pickup truck.
warnings: lee x reader. smut. quick and dirty, literally. there’s dried blood everywhere.  
word count: 897
author’s note: no one asked for this and neither did i but alas, here it is.
♁  𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭  ♁  𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ♁
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Still high from a fresh kill and with bellies full, you playfully wrestle with Lee in the back of the blue stolen pickup truck. He does his best to go easy on you even though you’re giving him your all. You tug his dusky pink hair. Wrap your hands around his throat still caked in dried blood and toss as much of your weight into the man but all he does is laugh.
Lee knows if he uses his full strength, especially since his muscles are still pounding with adrenaline, he could do something he’d regret.
His large hands easily pull your body into his lap as the dwindling summer heat settles for the night. Your heart still pounds loudly in your chest from the rush of watching Lee kill for you. It’d been a week since you both had eaten and the lonely drifter you drove past that afternoon made for an easy meal. 
Your lips slid over his with ease as the fresh coppery tang of the kill seeps into your senses. You grind your core onto his dirty jeans eliciting a groan deep in his chest.  
His hands encompass the sides of your face, pressing himself deeper into the kiss as you rub your soaked core along the growing length hidden in his jeans. “Fuck-” Lee hisses when you make whimper from the blissful pleasure.
Harsh fingers dig into your jaw bones halting your frantic movements as Lee holds your face an inch from his own. “Whatcha gettin’ up to? Huh?” He purrs while thrusting his solid length against your swollen panty covered clit.
You gasp from the shocking sensation. “Noth- nothing, Lee. I swear.” You grasp his shoulders, riding out the pleasure as he chuckles.
In a flash, he’s tipped you over into all fours. A rough yet tender hand presses your head down and then smacks your ass. “Stay just like this.” He commands with a grunt.
He flips your dress and almost tears your panties in two as he drags them down your thighs. A zipper sounds and then the blunt head of him is smacking against your swollen, shiny petals.  
Lee plants one foot beside your body and grasps your hips ensuring he’s got the leverage he needs before canting his hips and plowing forward with a devastating thrust.
Air punches from your lungs and you scratch the rough floor of the truck. The sheet of wood Lee laid on the floor of the flatbed scraps your knees as he shoves your body forward with every powerful drive. 
The hands locked around your hips tug you back after each thrust, forcing you to take every inch of his dripping length. 
With teeth bared, Lee grunts loudly into the twilight sky.
“This what you needed? Huh?” He grunts, tipping his head to look down at you. All you can do is moan in reply, but he wants more.
He bends his body over yours and sheathes even more of his cock into your searing core. Lee presses a hand to the side of your head forcing you into the truck's bed. A pained mewl tumbles from your lips but your cunt drools. 
“Answer me.” His nails cruelly press into your scalp as he withdraws his cock leaving only the fat tip caught on the slippery slice of your cunt.
Your cunt quivers around nothing and it makes the exquisite pain that much worse. 
“Yes!” You scream as tears fall freely onto the rough flooring below. “Yes! Just need you. Only you.”
Lee preens. “That’s my girl.” His hips snap and he buries his cock into your dripping folds. He grinds his hips into the cushion of your ass as you shudder beneath him. He weaves a hand around your front and nestles his fingers at the crux of your core. He taps your slippery clit playfully, humming to himself as you desperately beg for him to move but he stays still, cock lodged wickedly against your cervix.
“You look good like this.” He confesses with a grin and slowly circles your tiny bud. “On all fours. Covered in blood.” Your cunt convulses around him as his fingers gather speed. “Takin’ my cock like you were meant for it.”
Just as you were on the precipice of an earth shattering orgasm, he smacks your clit with harsh swats. You scream out into the night and scramble to shake him off but he holds you down. “Come on, just a little more. You can do it.” Lee grunts before withdrawing his cock and spitting lewdly onto your sopping heat only to shove his length all the way back in.
Your spine bows like an arrow ready to be shot as he saws his cock into you with a maddening pace. He sheathes his length deeply with every thrust forcing your core to flutter and spasm around him. Something heavy tugs at your lower belly and your jaw drops open from the onslaught of bliss as he chases his own end. 
Lee’s hips stutter as you come around his cock with a shriek. Your velvet walls milk his cock and his fingers dig into your svelte hips as a ragged grunt tumbles from his throat. 
He collapses next to you with a sigh while you catch your breath and snuggle into his side. Fingers and hearts intertwine as crickets chirp into the summer night.
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heliianth · 4 months
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actually bc im never gonna shut up abt it while im still on this im gonna ramble abt botw and totk and maybe how i wouldve written a sequel . & i will pay u money to listen i promise
my favoritest of totks ideas are what it expands from botw. botws whole atmosphere is drowned in quiet mourning. something bad has happened but it was a long time ago. it still hurts but theres nothing to be done now but move forward. something is still missing but all you can do is find something else. nobody has resources to rebuild and you can hear deafening echoes of better times but the alternative is giving up. you are in this frozen state of not quite moving on and not quite in despair. like the numbness stage of grief. and the pivotal element of all of that is that link is alone. like, oppressively alone. its the primary vehicle of conveying this mood. and its interesting because this can be read not only as what link is experiencing through the player but what zelda is feeling as she holds back ganon. its an interesting contrast to have zelda mature faster than link in the flashbacks, only for link to pull her the rest of the way by growing himself
and the reason why i so strongly adore the light dragon aspect of the plot is because it shows how attached to everything zelda has gotten. arguably, zelda held back ganon in botw because she loved link. in totk, she becomes the light dragon because she loves hyrule, which had previously been so unimaginably cruel to her. the crux of her character is learning that attachment is good. loving is good. you deserve to leave an imprint on the world in a shape of Your choosing instead of being another factory print on a paper. on a surface level, shes making the same choice, but the motivation and growth behind it is really powerful
i could waffle for literally ever about all that and the point is that totk takes these ideas and implements them really well through in-game worldbuilding and specifically zelda turning into the light dragon. i would occasionally get extremely emotional just seeing how things have expanded because it feels like the world is finally moving on. theres a catharsis in seeing hyrule finally heal after knowing its desolation so intimately, especially because the state of the land itself is such a strong parallel to the arcs of the two main characters, so you get the sense that not only can people move on, link and zelda specifically have started to as well. thats my favorite part
thats why i think its an odd choice that they decided on a time travel plot. if zelda HAS to be the one getting saved, if she cant be a companion in some way either via sheikah facetime or spirit tracks shenanigans or whatever, there are lots of ways to do this without her being magic fruit snacked ten bajillion years into the past. why spend all this effort intertwining her and link with the land, only to remove her from the equation and have no further growth? in botw its understandable that hyrule is stagnant and only changes when link does because zelda is stagnant and link is doing the one changing during the game. in totk its the opposite. there are lots of ways to do this with out Having to play as zelda (though honestly that would be the way id go about it)
also a lot of my own ideas have to do with the wasted potential of a place like the depths???? what the hell do you mean theres this mind bogglingly big cavern underneath the entirety of hyrule which mysterious people used to live in and it has almost no story relevance beside being a cool setpiece???????? I FEEL INSANE?!?!??!?!? there are so many good ideas in totk that never get expanded dude FUCK
i think no matter how much i speculate and draft my own preferences of how i wouldve liked totk to elaborate on the things it introduces i cant ever bring myself to present them like they couldve realistically happened and gotten thru the nintendo writing room simply bc of the games format. if it were up to me doing certain story missions would radically change the open world as events happened in real time and thats not the MO of the game's design philosophy. honestly totk's biggest enemy is the memory system and i need to kill it with fire
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xiaolantic · 2 years
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Lazy Mornings
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[+] Includes: Kaedehara Kazuha, GN!Reader
[+] Warnings: Possible cheesy fluff
[+] Synopsis: What happens in your mornings when you’re waking up early with Kazuha. :)
[🦋] Notes: I had a sudden and uncontrollable urge to be the biggest sap for this man.
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The first thing you noticed when your consciousness had finally seized you was the warmth of the trickling sunlight. Sweetly did it peer into the shaded window to stretch and embrace your blanket covered body. As inviting as the sun could be at any other point of time, it was a nuisance to you now as the intensity of the light seeped through your eyelids. Trying to evade the sting and unwelcome awakening, you turned onto your other side with a huff. 
Just a few more minutes, you thought to yourself; your brain still clouded with sleep that it earnestly sought for once more. Your hand reached out to paw at the bed in search of a pillow. Once it grasped with something solid you scooted closer and buried your nose into it. You were met with the soft smell of what appeared to be rain and honey. Exhaling slowly you relaxed once more. That was until a chuckle sounded from the “pillow.” 
Opening your eyes, you blinked away the blur that clouded your vision. When it finally cleared you were met with the warm and inviting gaze of maroon eyes. They were crinkled a bit as they gave way to a gentle smile.
“Finally awake, I see.” The person whispered. A tone so saccharine that you would recognize anywhere. “Kazuha,” you mumbled drowsily. “Why are you up so early...?” 
“I awaken the moment the sun rises. It is a routine I am accustomed to.” Kazuha hums as he slowly wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you in a bit closer, and he took advantage of how your gaze was fixated on his to steal a few kisses. Pure velvet pressing chastely on your forehead, cheeks, and finally your lips. You couldn’t help but lean into it as he does. A satisfied feeling bloomed inside of your chest. But a question still remained. 
“Are you not tired though?” His smile only widened. That only made your curiosity grow. “We still have time... you can head back to sleep if you are.” 
“How could I be tired when I have you next to me?” Kazuha only answered your question with his own. This confession only made your cheeks warm. Grumbling, you remembered how you’re still holding him and tightened your embrace. Pulling yourself closer and ducking under his chin to bury yourself into his chest. “It’s way too early for you to be flirting,” You grumbled. This seemed to satisfy him as one of his hands trailed up to rub at your back. 
“I’m wounded you call it flirting. I like to think of it as reminding you of how special you are.” At this you couldn’t help but chuckle. Archons, you could not believe how cheesy that was.
On his end, Kazuha felt his heart flutter at how you laughed. God did he love that sound. It reminded him of the good days on the Crux. The soft breeze that would mess with his hair, the salt that would linger on his senses, the sound of the crew as they bustle about on the deck. Especially how the sun would be high in the sky; the rays reaching down to caress his skin and bless the poetry he would write in his journal. Poetry he would recite to you when he returns from the sea. Watching the variety of reactions you gift him with each line. He gladly soaks it up like a sponge. Never will he be tired of trying (and succeeding) to woo you with his poems.
“Hush,” you finally respond. You moved back a bit to carefully reach up and take his face into your hands. You tilt his head down a bit and leaned up to press your lips to his in a soft kiss. You felt him relax in your grip as his hands slightly pressed a bit firmer on your back. Keeping you in place as the two of you soaked in the warmth of each other. You pulled away for a moment of air. The affection and sweet bliss you felt had you hooked as you admired him. 
Soft white clouds bunched and sprawled over his pillow that beautifully complimented the crimson streak of hair, and the lovely maroon of his eyes. All of which these features seemed to glow with the brilliance of the sun. His lips were  slightly flushed and dampened by intimacy. He was a vision. Especially with how his eyes burned with this drunken haze. Pupils dilated with adoration as he gazes at you. It was moments like these that never failed to remind you how much he cares about you.
“You can butter me up with your honeyed words at a later time, my dear...” you smiled, breathless. Kazuha only pouted playfully. “Why later? Is there a rule I wasn’t aware of?”
“Oh yes,” you nodded. One of your thumbs traced circles on his cheek as your mutter, “The rule is: flatter me when I’m well rested.” Kazuha finally relents. One of his hands reached up to play with your hair as the other resumes slowly rubbing your back. 
“If that is what you wish,” he sighed. “But, I must ask, may I share a haiku I made for you?” Kazuha’s voice was gentle as he asked this. You were too intrigued to decline. A smile graces his features at your compliance.
“Hummingbird, flutter/ My heart that soars for your smile/ Grace me with the sun.” With each verse, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. The combination proved effective as a wide grin lazily stretches across your cheeks. 
“What do you think of it, sweet love?” he rasps. The warmth of you and the sun finally inducing his exhaustion as he cuddles closer. You couldn’t help but appreciate how his drowsy state deepened his voice, and the vibrations that reverberated through his chest as you leaned on it.
 “I love it.” You whisper and allowed his scent to engulf and cloud your mind. Sleep claims both of your love struck and exhausted bodies as one final thing resounds in your mind. Lazy mornings with Kazuha are mornings you’ll never tire of.
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Childhood's End
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I'm beginning to understand Roxas more, and what he represents in KH. Or at least how I read him. There are many ways which to view KH and its themes, and this is just one way I do. I've said it before, but the series is about growing up, especially anything that deals with Sora directly. Roxas is a part of this, and to me he is the catalyst to Sora growing up. The general crux of how I see Roxas is this: Roxas is Sora with a broken heart. I do believe Roxas always had a heart, in some way. His actual situation, at least in how he is represented in my mind, is that he couldn't connect with his heart. In Dream Drop Distance, Xemnas says something interesting to Sora: "The memory and heart are tightly linked. Rub a few memories together, and you get a spark of emotion, a feeling." So in the view of the story, memories are important for heart connection. What does Roxas lack? Yeah, memories, especially in the beginning. However, even when he saw memories of Sora he still struggled. Xion was different. She connected to Sora, even without "meeting" him. It was partly why she did what she did, both in the end, and even before when she visits Naminé. Roxas on the other hand fought tooth and nail, until he saw Sora for the first time. And even then, it wouldn't be until after he fights Sora and discovers why things had to be the way they are, does he finally accept his fate. All because, his heart was fractured. Without being able to feel his heart, he was without a compass. And without it, connecting with others was difficult, though not impossible. Eventually Roxas does connect with Sora, but this has emotional consequences to the latter. When Roxas shows Sora his memories in DDD, it profoundly effects Sora in ways he doesn't entirely understand. All he knows it hurts, and that confuses him. And that's the thing. As a child grows, they begin to lose the "blinders" that they have in the beginning. What I mean by that, is that when you're young the world revolves around you. This can be frustrating to an adult, but it is also helpful to the child. It means that children aren't as effected by something traumatic, if it ends okay, they are usually okay. It's like when Sora pierces his own heart in the end of KH1. He doesn't really think about it. Everything is fine, or so he thinks. But when one grows up further, a child's world begins to expand, and the understanding of others grow. With that though, comes pain, often in the form of new ideas, that stretch a child's understanding of the world. This is reflected in Roxas sharing his memories with Sora. With this new found understanding comes questions, questions Sora doesn't know how to answer. And in that, Sora begins to truly grow up. DDD represents to me the ending of Sora's childhood or at least the start of it. KH3 continues that thought, as more new ideas are presented to him at every turn. By the end, it is the end of Sora's childhood, as he distances himself from anything that is connected to that by leaving all that behind. Something we all do in some way as we reach the end of our own childhoods. We change, so our worlds change too. And in that, KH reflects this path. The broken path to growing up.
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atinylittlepain · 20 days
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Miss Sylvia
college!steve harrington x f!oc
part of the girl boy series
word count | 1.7K
He's watching her cat for the weekend, how bad could it possibly be?
a/n | no warnings for this one, it's mostly just fluff
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“I don’t know where she is.”
“What do you mean? I thought you said she was going to Boston for a funeral?”
“Not Andy, Sylvia.”
“Ballsack cat?”
“Rob, you can’t call her that. But, yeah, she hasn’t come out since Andy left.” 
“You check under the bed?”
“Yes.”
“The closet?”
“Yes.” 
“You haven’t like, left any windows open or anything?”
“No, and she’s definitely still in here because her food bowl was empty this morning.”
“Okay, Sylvia wants her space then. What’s wrong with that?”
“She needs her bath.” Silence floods over the line for a beat, and just as Steve is about to ask Robin if she’s still there, she lobs a questioning come again, over the phone. 
“You can’t laugh.”
“Wasn’t going to.”
“Sylvia gets a bath every Saturday. It’s Saturday.”
“Oh my god, Steve.”
“You said you wouldn’t laugh!” And that just sends Robin into another peel of it, a wheezed out sorry, I’m sorry while he tries not to hang up on her altogether.
“Wow, you really, really like this one, huh? Giving a cat a bath for love is a first for me, man.” 
“She has a skin condition. Andy said she gets, like, crusty.”
“She is a cat. And also, ew, I didn’t need to know that.”
“Yeah, but she’s Andy’s cat, and I told her I could handle it.” That’s the crux of the whole thing, isn’t it? Andy had gotten a phone call from her mother, something about a relative that she wasn’t close with, but of course, yes, she needed to be there. Big family, big, Boston family full of aunts and cousins and mothers that would talk if the youngest didn’t show up so she had better show up, damn it. So Andy bought a train ticket and talked to her professors and before she could get too stressed out about who was going to take care of the madam, Steve was already volunteering himself, I can, honey, no problem. Right, no problem, except for the fact that his relationship (don’t laugh) with his girlfriend’s cat could be described as tepid at best, tolerance, with the occasional swipe, spat, snit, don’t touch just when he starts to think Sylvia is warming up to him. For the record, the feeling is mutual. Something Eddie had said the first time he came over to watch some MTV unplugged performance him and Andy were both excited about. Steve had laughed, Andy had not, when Eddie met Sylvia and promptly called her a sentient raw chicken breast. No, Andy did not find that particularly amusing, and Sylvia in her own seeming display of indignation, had swiped hard at Eddie’s ankles until he finally had to resort to tucking his feet up under him on the couch. 
He thought this would be his chance at burying the hatchet, bonding (again, don’t laugh), a sort of extended exposure therapy for the both of them. But by the time he got back from seeing Andy off at the station, Sylvia had made herself scarce, and he hasn’t seen her in the twenty-four hours that he has been, in theory, Sylvia-sitting at Andy’s apartment. 
“Did you check in drawers?”
“What do you mean?”
“I had a cat growing up who liked to sleep in my mom’s sock drawer, maybe Sylvia is the same way.”
“Cats do that? No, I don’t think Sylvia does that, how would she even get in there in the first place?”
“Hey, anything’s possible, cats are smart, especially little freaks like Andy’s.” 
“You really think so?”
“It’s worth looking, at least.” And so he does, hangs up with Robin, and opens every drawer in the apartment, only feeling a little like a perv when his brain gets stuck and stilted on a pair of cherry red cotton panties that he definitely hasn’t seen before. But nothing, no sign of Sylvia anywhere, and he’s starting to get worried, starting to rework every time he opened and closed the front door in the last day, wondering if there’s any possibility she could’ve slipped through. No again, though, he reminds himself of her empty food bowl. She’s definitely here, and she definitely doesn’t want to be found. And a cool flicker of panic, and maybe guilt, is starting to tighten in his chest, though he’s quick to start rationalizing. Really, one missed bath can’t cause that much damage, right? Not going to know the difference, right? And really, maybe Robin was right, Sylvia just wants her–
“Oh shit.” The sound of a cabinet slamming in the kitchen sends a startled jolt up his spine, followed fast by a flood of relief because he’s pretty sure he knows what, or who, or yeah, what made that noise. 
Maybe, maybe he does a silent fist pump in the air when he creeps into the kitchen and spots a spindly, hairless tail sticking out from one of the cabinets above the counter. And maybe, when he inches open the cabinet and finds Sylvia slumped awkward in a mixing bowl, her eyes narrowing on him, maybe, he apologizes for Robin calling her a little freak. But that’s neither here nor there, because her bath is back on, and when he picks up the whole mixing bowl with her still in it, she doesn’t flee, doesn’t swipe, or hiss, or otherwise snit at him, just lets out a garbled sound that only seems a little disgruntled as he carries her into the bathroom. 
“Look, I don’t really wanna be doing this either, okay? But your, well– I told Andy I would take care of you, and she left me instructions, so, yeah, let’s, uh, let’s giddy up.” He feels less like a cat-sitter and more like a basketball coach trying to psych a team up, bathroom door closed, and bathtub filling up, and Andy’s hand-written instructions clutched in one hand like a prayer. Sylvia stares at him, placid and unmoved, still in the mixing bowl that he perched on the closed lid of the toilet seat. 
And what follows is about as graceless as he had expected it to be. He tries to pick her up and finally, she hisses, one cursory swipe that gets him on the back of his hand, noted. So he moves slower, long pets that turn into a curled hand around her middle, and then his other hand, and she only twists and twines a little, rumbling protests that die out when he sets her down in the water. He hadn’t really believed Andy when she told him that Sylvia likes getting baths, but he believes it now, because at the very least, she’s no longer trying to draw blood from him, the spiked snarl of her spine starting to soften and relax. 
“Jesus Christ, you really are a raw chicken breast.” She pays him no mind, her bulged eyes closed in something he thinks looks like contentment while he lathers her with Johnson’s baby soap, tear free. If this were a test, he thinks he’d pass with flying colors, double checking Andy’s instructions between each step, even using the exfoliating gloves she left folded over the lip of the tub, tail to toe, while Sylvia makes a noise that he’s pretty sure counts as purring. And when she’s clean, and he picks her up out of the tub and rubs her down with the towel that Andy explicitly told him is her towel, he thinks they’ve made some sort of progress. The final note on the list of instructions, she likes to marinate for a little while. So he leaves the bathroom door open, Sylvia burrowed down in her towel right in front of the heating vent. 
He’s nearly certain he’s having some kind of low-grade heart attack, if that’s a thing, when he wakes up later that night to a particular heat and weight spread over his chest. But then he realizes that said heat and weight is purring, and digging her claws into his shoulder in a way that is not altogether unkind. Yeah, he thinks, he finally passed this test. 
Andy gets home late on Sunday, wind-swept and worn, and relieved to see him waiting for her at the station, smacks a dramatic kiss to his lips and pulls away to pout something awful at him. 
“Is it too pathetic to say that I missed you?” No, he says, missed you too, he says, pathetic too, though he doesn’t say that. And later, back at her place, after dinner and a shower and settled down on the couch, he tries hard to school his expression when Andy’s jaw drops, watching Sylvia leap up onto the couch and curl contentedly in his lap, chin resting on his knee. 
“Oh, do you two have something to tell me?”
“I think we bonded.”
“Yeah, I can see that. So you’re a two-woman kind of guy now?” It becomes apparent fast that they both spoke too soon, because before he can reply, Sylvia is whipping around and swiping hard at his hand that had been stroking her spine, promptly followed by digging her back legs into his stomach in order to launch herself off the couch to another one of her hiding spots. 
“Aw baby, it looks like you’re not getting a second date with Miss Syl.” Andy’s words dissolve with her laughter, taking his abused hand in both of hers, thumbing lightly at the welting scratch marks. He can’t even find it in himself to be upset.
“I just want to know, is she like that with everyone?”
“Mmm, no, she’s only like that with people she really likes.”
“See, you say that, but I’m having a hard time believing it.”
“The fact that you still have all your fingers attached and accounted for after bath day is all the evidence I need. She’s smitten, she just has a hard time expressing herself.” Waggle of her eyebrows and another breathed-out laugh and his yeah, I’ll say, making her laugh a little more, scooting closer to him on the couch, her legs slung across his thighs and her spine curled so she can lean in closer, closer, her nose brushing against his.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“Thank you for watching her so last-minute, baby. I appreciate it, appreciate you.” Her hand curled at his nape, kisses like secrets to the corner of his mouth, his cheek, in between his brows and making him flush in an awful heat. He mumbles an of course, any time, and means it, pulling her even closer, perfect relief to an aching want, having her back, having her home. 
He’ll keep working on Sylvia.
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An Analysis of Ozai’s characterization, rise and descent
Recently I’ve seen a lot of discourse on Fire Lord Ozai. One of the cruxes of the issue being that people look at Ozai from the original series and claim he’s too “2 dimensional” or “cartoonishly evil” and I’m here to say “let’s look through a lens instead”
While there may be some case for Ozai being just another big bad there’s far more evidence that suggests his issues are far more nuanced. The show continually stops at these points of character development to focus on generational trauma and unlearning the negative influences of family/nation.
In that breath of we look at Ozai from the point of view of a nationalist with a narcissistic personality disorder almost ALL of his subsequent behavior makes sense…
• Ozai being controlling of his family members. Even from the start of his marriage he shows signs immediately of trying to manipulate and estrange Ursa from her family.
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•His domination and manipulation of his children. Remember although he favors Azula it’s still very obvious that the only reason he does is because of her perceived value. I personally think this could come from her ability to fire bend blue flames, something his father likewise did. Whether it be a genetic trait or a sign of “pure” bending ability it is essentially a trophy for Ozai. A classic narcissistic parent only has value for their child and still demands to be above them - we see this when Ozai names Azula Fire Lord only after making a new greater title for himself (get to that later). Since Zuko showed none of the same promise as Azula - Ozai had already resigned to him being of no value to him and even admits the Fire Sages and his mother are the only reason he’s even here. Ozai only has value on power and much like his intentions to usurp Iroh were always there his intention to “cast [Zuko] of out of the palace” are likewise there for the same reason.
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*side note YES there is one time where Ozai does save Zuko’s life but even his account of these events tells all you need to know.
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Ozai saves his son (because it would be embarrassing for the FIRE prince to have drowned and Ozai knows this) but Zuko “spends the day” in his mother’s arms.
•Ozai’s narcissism eventually surpasses his nationalism as even Fire Lord is not a grand enough title. A key characteristic of NPD is an “excessive need for admiration.” We see this frequently with Ozai as well as his self importance and entitlement. When he becomes the Phoenix King he assumes a new level of perceived power and admiration. As well as a superiority over his ancestors who started the war. After all they were just Fire Lords, he is much more. He’s a megalomaniac and even taking the most powerful position in the Fire Nation wasn’t enough for him.
To suggest he’s just the ember island version of himself is too reductive. Almost all of Ozai’s behavior under this lens of sociopathy and narcissistic personally disorder track quite easily. It’s not that Ozai simply manipulates and attacks his family he NEEDS to be the most powerful. The perception of weakness and his hubris is the set up for his downfall because the ones he never thought worthy (Zuko and Iroh) are eventually his undoing.
This lens also provides a great backboard for analyzing Azula, it bleeds into why she’s a perfectionist and her own mental instability. Growing up under the boot of narcissistic father explains Azula and Zuko’s (initial) entitlement and desire for recognition. They’re both classists and nationalists at the beginning of the story. Zuko later gets humbled and has his eyes opened but Azula still very much (as we see with her relationships) holds her royalty and rights very highly.
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Azula especially caters to her father’s need for admiration and she assumes his fantasies of grandeur. Her subsequent actions of manipulating people seems a learned trait and no doubt from Ozai, she did watch from the shadows as he manipulated his way to the throne. It sets a tone for her as well to dominate Zuko and usurp his birthright, even though Ozai shows he cares only for power not for tradition. She still strives for his approval and acknowledgement of superiority.
And of course the climactic ending of his reign being his power is taken away from him - this is a death knell for everything mentioned above. Thats WHY it’s so impactful what Aang does not only because it aligns with Aang’s desire for pacifism but it’s the antithesis of Ozai’s campaign for total domination. Ozai only ever cared about power and control - to be stripped of his literal fire power reduces him to all he has left - mental control. When he’s imprisoned he is STILL trying to fuck with Zuko’s head by bringing up his mother and these cryptic stories from the past.
Although there’s is the obvious black and white to see Ozai as a cartoonishly evil war lord who has intentions of genocide there’s more to Ozai than that. Hopefully this analysis also resonates with anyone like myself who has/had a parent who shows these signs of narcissism and empathized with both Zuko and Azula because we know what kind of monsters those parents can be …
I’m not saying this is the ONLY lens to view Ozai and if the textual evidence wasn’t there maybe I would say I’m projecting but I think the case is pretty solid for the kind of villain Ozai is. He’s much more cerebral than this audience is giving credit for and it’s his villainy that ultimately defines many of the other characters and their paths.
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gavfleetout · 1 month
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I will never shut up about this, but I cannot for the life of me understand why Ezra did not join Thrawn, or why they didn’t have thrawn not just be on a random planet, but command it. Or even if not that why they didn’t do literally anything other than what they did for the latter half of ahsoka s1.
My main issue is they had almost nothing happen to these characters for 10 years beside growing a beard and getting leveled up. I have specific changes I would make, but that’s the crux of it.
Thrawn is afaptable, and I believe if he was stranded on a forbidden land, he would secure the situation and make sure things were safe, and plot a course back home. Only Thrawn and his men had TEN YEARS on this planet. Thats a lot of time to just be chilling in your start destroyer. It feels like it’s more in character for Thrawn, who plans for every contingency, to amass and expand his forces. Recruit warlords and organize the planet in a way where he has more control over the situation, and more allies and resources to draw upon. He can still be looking for a way home, but after all this time, you can’t tell me he wasn’t trying to make sure that if return was truly impossible, he would still have his backup plan ready.
That brings me to Ezra. Ezra, at his core, is all about protecting people. He is full of compassion. So why do I think he would willing side with Thrawn? Because while Thrawn is not overly considerate of preserving lives, he is not wasteful with them either. And considering the planet they arrived in was so lawless, I can see a version of events where Thrawn convinces Ezra (who quite literally has no other options and probably expected to die after s4 let’s be real) that if they bring order and justice, different from the empire’s version of it, they can truly help the people of the planet. Even the Victorian snail guys.
But why would Ezra believe this? He’s seen Thrawn’s destruction first hand. Except that was when Thrawn worked for the empire. And Thrawn doesn’t care about the empire per se, he cares about ensuring a safe galaxy for his own people, the Chiss, who are not involved in galactic affairs or even known by most of the galaxy. I feel like if Thrawn made a concerted effort to empathize in order to win a desperate, victorious Ezra over, he could. And I think Ezra’s own want for justice and control and his own past temptation to the dark side would make the offer seem more appealing. HOWEVER I believe that Ezra would do his best to ensure a morality so applied to their new planet’s mini empire. He would do his best to limit thrawns abuses and probably look out for farmers and the little guys especially.
Thrawn would look out and see world that needs to be corralled and materials to be used, Ezra would look out and see a world suffering, and I think the two could make their efforts align.
But why do I think this is better? While I don’t know if it is better, it is more complex. 10 years change a person, and I don’t think Ezra would be the same after all those years when the only remnant of his home are the imperial forces. (Not that every character should be gritty and dark after a time skip, that’s stupid) I don’t think this change contradicts his character, and only adds to the dissonance when he and Sabine reconnect. To her, him joining Thrawn is a betrayal of their entire space family. But to Ezra, in that situation, it could have been the most Ezra thing to do. I also wish they’d expanded on Ezra and Thrawn relationships more, because Ezra being one of the few people to ever defeat Thrawn so utterly is an accomplishment, and I think Thrawn would value him as an ally and not just let him wander off with the snail men.
So yeah, I think having neither Ezra nor Thrawn having done or changed in any primary way over the span of 10 years is dumb and they should have had them be doing something. Preferably something angst and character drama building. Like they didn’t have to go tHis route, but they could have done something more interesting. Like cmon, you telling me Ezra just letting people get attacked by bandits and Thrawn hasn’t organized this misshapen planet into an efficient system?
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