#for all we know. but i also imagine hes like jasmine keep it to three rocks maximum today non negotiable

[00belle00lovely00]

Well, since poly ships are now an option, curious to see how you'd view DogDay x CatNap x CraftyCorn 🫢

(I don't personally ship those three together btw. Just curious 🧡💜🤍)

OH! OF COURSE! I've noticed as of late that this ship in particular is VERY popular.

And yes! Poly ships are very much welcome since I'm poly myself. And to be completely honest with you, the majority of the ships I mention don't specifically fall into my favourites, but boneless I still love these concepts you'll give me! Hey, even you could say it helps me improve my writing skills!

🧡💜🤍☀️🌙🎨🧡💜🤍☀️🌙🎨🧡💜🤍☀️🌙🎨🧡💜🤍☀️

PLEASE... BY ALL MEANS.... THIS SHIP GOTTA BE CALLED FLOWER BOUQUET. IT'S LITERALLY THREE TYPES OF FLOWER SCENTS IN A SINGLE SHIP. Wait is vanilla a flower?- no?- yes?- no?- eh. Same thing

shy x extrovert x introvert

Wouldn't it be downright hilarious to picture Catnap and Dogday being Craftycorn's muses for paintings? IT'S A CUTE CONCEPT, YOU ALL KNOW IT.

Could we all just agree that she carries and costume-made diary everywhere she goes?

Both Dogday and Catnap in my head would've probably intimidated yet striked Craftycorn's interest in every way. Catnap, even though somewhat too quiet or too lazy to go on with the day, is a very calming type of person who rarely gets angry at others or anything for that matter. And as for Dogday he's legitimately a sunrise and smiles kind of active guy, which in a way Craftcorn found them both endearing. And BECAUSE of that, she would've had a crush on them both at the same time and battled with her own feelings the whole time in who she liked the most, or in some way, even hoped she didn't since her nerves would be the end of her.

Craftycorn would too take her feelings out in drawing, just like in anything for that matter, and what would be her biggest fear? Catnap and Dogday seeing the things she has drawn at the end of the sketchbook.... don't ask what it is. We all know what it is.

Their date? Literally a cosy sleepover.

Their favorite activity? STARGAZING!

Wanna know what's ironic? While Craftycorn would be all insecure and overthinking about the whole situation, Dogday and Catnap would be noticing these patterns of nervousness and literally girl failure, and start to equally agree that they find that strangely attractive. And amusing. But that's Catnap talking.

They both also think she's pretty as hell.

And yes. they talk about it all the time because ✨communication and consent is the best romantic gesture✨

Even though Craftycorn is a very shy and soft-spoken girl, she's SURPRISINGLY VERY capable of defending herself and others she really cares about. And I'm talking both verbally and physically. She'd be able to pull out a punch on whoever complains about ANYTHING related to Catnap, Dogday or even her. You go, girl!

Okay... actually, changed my mind. She would do it but feel INCREDIBLY guilty later.

They watch My Little Pony and Carebears together on a date. Change my mind.

Could you all imagine how GOOD it would smell the air of their houses was every time they hung out? Like- you're telling me the air would be jasmine scented on one corner, vanilla to the other, and then lavender in every cushion? MY GOD.

I wonder if they do PDA. Craftycorn and Catnap would be most likely to do it but very lowly (like holding hands or wrapping an arm with each other), while for Dogday he would WANT TO... buuut he doesn't want to cross boundaries. So he'd keep it to himself. And probably crying inside not to pounce on top of the two of them into a tight hug.

They love it when Catnap helps them to sleep, especially lullabies.

OH IMAGINE THIS. What if Craftycorn knew Spanish and called Catnap "Lunita" (little moon) and Dogday "solsito" (little sun). NO- IM-... IM NOT SAYING THIS BECAUSE I'M HISPANIC AND I ADORE HEADCANON CHARACTERS THAT RELATE TO MY COUNTRY- THAT IS NOT-

Okay, that or "my sunshine" and "my twilight". IT'S CUTE OKAY- I KNOW IT'S CORNY BUT WE GOTTA LOVE CORNINESS FROM SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T SHOW IT MUCH

(for context to the next headcanons):

Catnap in my own interpretation is a selective mute. All due to the 'red smoke incident' that occurred a few nights ago. He was so terrified of how not only his lavender gas was transported into that horrendous gas that made his friends laugh ever so hysterically and dementedly, but his body acted in a way that made no sense whatsoever. His movements were strange, creepy, and terrifying. So much so that it scared Catnap beyond thought. Even though all argued that it was just a 'collective nightmare' they had due to the circumstances of the storm. It didn't change anything Catnap went through. Everything he saw...

And at the end of the day, he decided to make a silent vow. Where he wouldn't let that smoke ever come out of his mouth again, even if it cost never to open his mouth. Never to speak again.

Why all that lore dump? WELL. IMAGINE. CATNAP KNOWING ASL/SIGN LANGUAGE. IT IS THE COOLEST THING EVER.

DogDay and Craftycorn after hearing about Catnap's vow, they were EXTREMELY worried about him. On some occasions, they tried to speak some sense into him about the mere thought of never talking again, but at the end of the day, they had to respect Catnap's decision. SO IN EXCHANGE, THEY WANTED TO LEARN ASL TOO! AND IT IS SUPER CUTE AND- KAINFIYLIAHDFCHASKDCFHNAKSJDCFHALNKUH-

Craftycorn also thought of teaching Catnap how to draw, with of course Dogday coming in to learn well. Since it was an alternative and temporary idea on communication while everyone else was catching up on Bubba's lessons on ASL.

OH NO... CRAFTYCORN- I JUST REALIZED SHE DOESN'T HAVE FINGERS- SHE HAS HOOVES! THEREFORE SHE CAN'T THEORETICALLY DO ASL. OML SHE'D BE ASHAMED ASF.😭

For some reason, singing doesn't accidentally make the scents of any of the Smiling Critters out of their mouths. So whenever Catnap can, he tries to open up from his comfort zone (with the encouragement of the others) to sing them to sleep with a nice lullaby.

🧡💜🤍☀️🌙🎨🧡💜🤍☀️🌙🎨🧡💜🤍☀️🌙🎨🧡💜🤍☀️

I swear to god my AO3 fans are out for blood now. They probably gonna be mad asf if they find out I'm wasting so much time on this than the fanfic chapter I'm writing.

EVEN MORE NOW DUDE- THEY GONNA FIND OUT I WANNA WRITE ANOTHER FANFIC 😭

THIS IS GONNA END UP LIKE WHEN I HAD MY WATTPAD ACCOUNT... PLEASE... MERCY ON ME YALL... MERCY

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime 3 #catnap #dogday #smiling critters #craftycorn #DogDay x CatNap x CraftyCorn #Craftycorn x CatNap x Dogday #Catnap x Dogday x CraftyCorn #Craftycorn x Dogday x Catnap #DogDay x Craftycorn x Catnap #Catnap x CraftyCorn x Dogday #craftycorn x dogday #dogday x craftycorn #Craftycorn x Catnap #catnap x craftycorn #dogday x catnap #catnap x dogday #STOP UNDERRATED SHIPS #the sillies #so sweet

[lindalofbroome]

lief: so where's barda jasmine: he's looking for the belt of deltora lief: he's wHAT

31 - Essence of Rodda

'Despair is the enemy. Do not let it defeat you.' [Zeean whispered.] DELTORA QUEST 3 The Sister of the South Ch 9 The Yellow Notice

'Norris!' shouted Rowan, shaking him. 'Even if you are right — even if we have been led by some evil force into a trap — we cannot just lie down and die!' ROWAN OF RIN Rowan of the Bukshah Ch 13 The Climb

'So it is not too late, Rye! We still have a chance to stop that future from happening! It is not too late!' [said Sonia] THE THREE DOORS The Third Door Ch 23 Three Doors

And she imagined what her companions on the shore were seeing — a dishevelled girl in a flaring red skirt, surrounded by a throng of fawning ghosts. No wonder Sky and Jewel had fled from her as soon as they were able. She quelled the wave of misery that threatened to engulf her. She had always been haunted by her past. The wraiths were just the visible sign of it. STAR OF DELTORA The Hungry Isle Ch 6 The Glittering Shore

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[ben wyatt voice] it's about the perseverance through suffering 👌

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there's a bunch of other stuff like double meanings and being epic and found family that i wanted to do but in the end i didn't have time for lol and so i had to chase the serotonin for this last post and make a bad joke out of it to motivate me adfKSDJFH but also so serious

the suffering is not the end; there are horrors AND delights; you lose when you give up; not everything is as it seems but also multiple interpretations can coexist; i know this is so sappy and kids cartoons but it's so real hope is everything and can counter the overwhelmingness of despair; choose to be optimistic, to love, to be happy

you're gonna really feel that in DQ3 because of the high stakes but this is also like the very essence of rowan of rin. he's always being surprised when the big heroic models of courage break down, but they've never had to keep moving forward and doing so scared the way he has. norris was overconfident but he's never had to face something like the cold time and the Mountain, but this is rowan's like hundredth rodeo. this is not to dunk on norris at all but just the way that rowan of rin directly and indirectly shows courage and perseverance

anyway this was supposed to be our beloved trio being a family and looking after each other but it turned into post-mask and then i forgot i cant halfass things to save my life this was supposed to be a crappy shitpost but then i was looking up so much cirque du soleil references trying to figure out what they might wear lol. they might not actually be wearing costumes but the other acrobats with jasmine were so why not put her in one too and then how could bess not resist dressing lief up in her son's clothes etc

so lief's outfit is like a preliminary costume before a more grander and brighter one if he became fully integrated into their circle. i keep searching up baby bird and forgetting that im going to see some gangly pink guys lmao

jasmine's acrobat troupe were described as just blue costumes from what i found. and i was like. UH OH. because i was gonna have to work soooooo hard to differentiate from bede's blue bird vibe. i thought i'd go for a lighter blue than the sorta. royal blue i give him usually. and then it got me thinking sky blue. the perform acrobatics up in the air. they reach for the sky. they up there in the sky. sky costume.

#roddacember 2023 #roddacember #lyn's roddacember prompts #postlyn #postlyn art #emily rodda #roddaverse #deltora quest #jaslief #jasmine of del #lief of del #// #think i might rb this with some cool cirque du soleil costumes i saw that could fit #ALSO #shout out to jasmine's green healing balm and lief's stubby pencil #real ones from the beginning #and let's add barda's temper lMAO #''barda's been wAY too nice to us the past few days what is wrong with him'' #god bless maze of the beast

[seehowsupplethespineis]

I missed creating random headcanons, so here’s everyone’s favorite drinks! Feel free to suggest more!

Favorite Beverages:

Optimus- He’s particularly fond of jasmine and green tea, though really any herbal tea suffices. We all know the man needs to relax and herbal tea soothes him to a certain degree. If he’s in need of a dose of caffeine, he’ll switch to black tea. He never resorts to coffee; he can’t stand the taste.

Ratchet: Unlike Optimus, coffee is his friend. He downs at least three cups a day while typing away at his station. Some of it is to keep alert, though largely he just finds it comforting.

Arcee- She prefers iced coffee, namely oliang, or Thai iced coffee as it's often called. She could drink it all day and would if her companions didn’t cut her off.

Bumblebee- Lemonade! He enjoys the sweet and sour flavor and subsequent sugar rush. Sometimes he’ll even bounce up and down while drinking it (Ratchet is concerned about this).

Bulkhead- Strangely, he hates all sodas except for root beer, which is his favorite beverage. Root beer floats are even better!

Megatron- He’ll settle for plain black coffee, though in his heart of hearts he is a material girl who wants a cappuccino or latte served on a saucer.

Starscream- Earl Grey or English breakfast tea. He’ll even add a spot of milk and stir it condescendingly in front of the other Cons. He likes to think it an act of superiority even though he boils the water in the same dented teapot as everyone else.

Knock Out- You know he has the most obnoxious coffee order imaginable; he will not settle for anything less than what he asked for. So far, Breakdown’s been the only one not to crack under the pressure of fulfilling his order (mainly because Knock Out is much more forgiving towards him). Oh, and he also enjoys wine simply so he can swirl it about in a wine glass while lounging seductively.

Breakdown- Hot cocoa! All he’s ever tasted is the cheap powdery kind, but he does not care. He loves it. His secret sweet tooth must be satisfied (when no one’s looking, he adds lots of cream and sugar to his coffee in the morning).

Soundwave- Espresso. One shot and he’s good to go.

Shockwave- Water, of course; it’s the healthiest option. That being said, he’s not averse to coffee. It also has health benefits, so long as one doesn’t consume too much.

Bonus:

Skyfire- Vanilla steamer. It’s sweet and warm and soothing. He can only drink it at night, though, because it will immediately make him sleepy.

Rumble and Frenzy- Did anyone else mix together every single drink at the soda fountain as a kid? No? Well, I did and I think Rumble and Frenzy would, too. Doesn’t matter how disgusting it turns out in the end; they’ll drink every last drop and even offer some to Soundwave, who will sip it to appease them even though it nearly makes him break his impassive exterior.

Wildbreak- Bubble tea. It’s a special treat Knock Out gets him every once in a while. Somehow, his dad knows exactly what flavors he’ll enjoy.

#Transformers #TFP #Optimus Prime #Ratchet #Arcee #Bumblebee #Bulkhead #Megatron #Starscream #Knock Out #Breakdown #Soundwave #Shockwave #Skyfire #Jetfire #Rumble #Frenzy #Wildbreak #Random Headcanons #Writing Entity #TW Food Mention

[natashasfilms]

Chapter Three - The Fox

Summary: FBI agent Leila faces a profound life change after giving birth to a baby girl, supported by her loving husband. Despite the challenges of motherhood, Leila returns to her role as a dedicated agent a few months later, ready to confront gruesome and haunting cases with the BAU team.

Pairing: BAU!Fem!OC x Male!OC , EVENTUAL Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Fem!OC (Like much later)

Warnings: This story contains mature themes such as sexual content, strong language, violence, mentions of alcohol and drugs, blood, gore, and death. All the usual Criminal Minds stuff. And there is NO CHEATING.

Note 1: I imagine Leila Kade as South Asian but I have decided to let you, the reader, imagine her appearance, hence the reason why I have not given her a face claim. However, her race does not affect the story, whatsoever. You, as the reader, are free to imagine her however you want. If you don't see her as South Asian, then that's fine. It won't affect the storyline. I also imagine the OC!Male as South Asian, but again, it won't affect the storyline.

Note 2: The team will consist of the main cast (Emily, Derek, JJ, Spencer, Penelope, Aaron, and Rossi) but will also include Elle Greenaway and Jason Gideon because they were some of my favorite characters and I wanted to include them with the rest of the team. Basically, Elle and Gideon never leave when Emily and Rossi join.

Note 3: There will be multiple time skips throughout this series. For example, the first chapter will begin on the first season and episode of the show but then there will be a time skip to later episodes (because there are obviously way too many episodes to write this series on and I wanted to include specific episodes that would help the plot of this story). This means that this series will be a slow burn romance but I believe it to be better this way. This will also stray from the actual show a lot, so don't expect it to follow the plot precisely.

Series Masterlist

Season 1, Episode 7

"Just call us if anything happens, and we'll do our best to get back as soon as we can." Leila told their nanny, Grace, as she and Zaid prepared for work. "Jasmine might get a little fussy, but don't worry if she keeps crying."

"Of course, I have everything under control. You guys focus on your work while..." Grace playfully tickled Jasmine's stomach, causing the baby to giggle. "Jasmine and I have a blast together."

Leila smiled, planting a gentle kiss on her baby's forehead. "Thank you so much, Grace. It's been challenging to find a good nanny who fits our needs. We truly appreciate you stepping in."

Grace returned the smile, nodding her head. "I'm grateful that you two chose me. You won't regret it."

Leila nodded in agreement and walked back to her room, where she noticed Zaid fiddling with his tie. She rolled her eyes playfully and approached him, standing in front of him. "How many years have we been together, and you still don't know how to tie a tie?"

Zaid flashed a cheeky smile, allowing his wife to fix his tie. "Who says I can't tie a tie? What if I pretend not to, so you can tie it for me?"

She finished tying his tie, her eyes meeting his. "You're such a dork." Leila teased.

Zaid gently cupped her cheeks, planting a tender kiss on her lips. "And I'm proud to be your dork."

Leila giggled, giving him a playful shove. "Come on. We have to get going, or we'll be late."

He groaned playfully, grabbing his briefcase and her bag, and they headed out of their room. After bidding farewell to both Jasmine and Grace, they quickly got into their car. Zaid drove Leila to the BAU before he left for work as a detective.

Arriving at the BAU, Zaid stepped out of the car and walked over to the other side to open the door for Leila. They strolled into the building together and stepped into the elevator, Zaid managing to sneak in a sweet kiss before the doors opened.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Leila spotted her team huddled in a circle in front of the glass doors. Her eyes lit up when she saw Haley and Aaron, with their newborn baby Jack cradled in his arms.

Leila walked over to them, softly gasping with delight. "Aw, is that baby Jack?" Haley beamed and nodded, the two women sharing a warm embrace as Zaid approached Aaron, offering a quick hello and a congratulatory pat on the shoulder.

"He's so gorgeous." JJ remarked, a warm smile on her face as her eyes remained fixed on the baby.

"Thank you." Haley replied with a grateful smile.

"If you find baldness and wrinkles attractive." Spencer quipped, earning an eye-roll from Leila at his cheeky comment.

"Look at his little widdy biddy nose." Penelope cooed, playfully slapping Spencer's hand while sporting a big grin. Derek approached them, and Penelope turned to him, teasing him. "Don't you want one of these?"

Derek pursed his lips, allowing a brief smile to escape before adopting a more serious expression. "I'll stick to practicing."

Leila playfully furrowed her eyebrows. "Shh, there are children here." She said, making everyone laugh, and Derek playfully left the scene. Leila's eyes then locked with Zaid's, who winked at her. "I already miss Jasmine." She admitted with a touch of longing in her voice.

Elle walked up to them, and looked at both Aaron and Haley, congratulating them on their new baby. Her face seemed tense, which meant they had a new case. The Hotchners thanked her warmly, appreciating the kind words and well-wishes.

"She's amazing." Aaron said, looking lovingly at his wife and then back at the baby in his arms. "I'm a little terrified."

Zaid joined the conversation, a playful grin on his face. "Oh, I can relate to that feeling. I remember holding Jasmine as if she would be crushed if I so much as moved."

Everyone laughed once again, enjoying the lighthearted moment. Haley gently took Jack from Aaron's arms, cradling their precious baby close before putting him in the stroller. "Well, we should get going." She said, looking at Aaron with a loving smile.

Zaid checked his watch, realizing the time. "Ah, shoot. Me too." He kissed Leila goodbye and exchanged farewells with the rest of the team. After Haley and Jack got on the elevator, he followed suit, joining them before the doors closed.

"A pleasure seeing you, Mrs. Hotchner and Detective Divan." Spencer called out with a friendly wave as the elevator descended. Elle walked up to Leila and Aaron, handing them files on the new case. The rest of the team had already made their way to the conference room, ready to focus on the new case.

"Bad?" Aaron asked as he accepted the file from her.

"The worst." Elle responded, shaking her head.

Leila sighed, already looking through the case file as the three of them went to a separate room to look through it in detail. The new case involved a murder of the Crawford family, a mother, father, son, and daughter. They were found dead inside their home in what seems to be a murder-suicide.

However, the team isn't convinced that it is a murder-suicide since there was another family murdered the same way, the Miller family. The other connections between the two sets of deaths are that the families were found five days after the start of what was supposed to be a family vacation. The families ended up not taking the vacation, but their bodies were found less than a day postmortem.

There was already a suspect named Eric Miller, the deceased Reese Miller's ex-husband and the biological father of the two deceased Miller children. He was known to be extremely abusive towards his ex-wife, prompting Reese to get a restraining order against him for domestic violence.

Leila put down the file, closing her eyes for a few seconds before opening them again. Cases like these were difficult for her, as it reminded her of Zaid and Jasmine. She shook her head, grabbing the file once again to sort through the details.

Elle played the recording of a medical examiner detailing the autopsy report of the victims, which listed all the wounds inflicted on the family. "Sam Crawford, white male, aged five, multiple stab wounds, laceration to the left ventricle. No defensive wounds present. Allison Crawford, white female, 32, multiple stab wounds, COD, exsanguination. Emily Crawford, white female, eight, multiple stab wounds, COD, exsanguination. Christopher Crawford, white male, 36, point-blank single nine-millimeter gunshot wound to the temporal lobe."

Aaron looked through the photos of the victims, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion when he noticed something strange. "Where's his wedding ring?"

Elle looked through the personal effects, shaking her head. "It's not listed in his personal effects."

Aaron's frown intensified, and he turned a photo around to display it to both women. The image captured the husband's hand, revealing a distinct tan line where his wedding ring should have been. "He obviously wore one, so where is it?"

Leila tilted her head, mirroring Aaron's expression. "He took the ring?"

Spencer was tasked by Gideon to talk to Eric Miller, the primary suspect. Though Leila could sense his nervousness, she tried her best to encourage him. Leila, Elle, and Aaron stood outside of the interrogation room, observing as Spencer initiated the conversation with Eric.

As the younger profiler brought out photos of the Crawford family to show Eric, the latter began to grow increasingly agitated, slamming his handcuffed hands onto the table, causing Spencer to startle. Eric's voice rose as he got up from his seat, locking eyes with Spencer and shouting at him.

The trio swiftly entered the room, with Aaron using his commanding tone to immediately shut him down while other officers present restrained him. "Sit down. Now."

"Who's this? Your daddy?" Eric shouted, glaring at them. "I'm done talking to you people."

"You don't have to talk." Spencer cleared his throat, still nervous but confident enough to continue. "Just listen."

The three profilers listened intently to Spencer's words, observing as he skillfully broke through Eric's emotional defenses. Leila's focus remained fixed on Eric, witnessing the transformation of his angry expression into something more vulnerable. "I never laid a hand on my children. You hear me?" His voice cracked as he raised it again.

"I hear you." Spencer responded softly, offering empathy.

"I found them like that. Dead. Bloodied. My babies. My sweet babies." Eric's emotional walls crumbled, tears streaming down his face as he sank into the chair. "I was crazy out of my mind, I didn't know what to do, and I knew the cops were gonna blame me, and they have."

Spencer's brow furrowed as he probed deeper. "So you ran?"

Eric's gaze moved between the agents, searching for understanding. "So what have I got now?" He deflected, avoiding the question.

"You have your innocence." Spencer assured him, his voice sincere. "For the sake of your children, I believe that they, at the very least, deserve the truth."

As Spencer prepared to leave the room with the others, Eric's voice halted them. "I can't get the image of my dead children out of my mind. Ty, my little boy, he was clutching a piece of paper. I think it was a drawing, maybe a painting. Please. I'd love to know what he painted, Dr. Reid."

Leaving the room, Leila paused for a moment, her expression reflecting concern as she regarded Eric, before eventually following her colleagues out.

"Interesting interrogation technique." Elle remarked, directing her attention toward Spencer as they walked. "What'd you hope to accomplish?"

"Miller was closed off, defensive, hostile. I needed a way in." Spencer clarified, clutching the file in his arms. "He suffered a breakdown but I don't think he killed his family, and I know he still loved his wife."

"Why do you say that?" Aaron asked him.

"Even though they were divorced, he still wore the wedding ring."

With Penelope's assistance, they managed to access the Crawford family's financial records. It became evident that Allison Crawford was spending considerably more money than Chris could comfortably afford. Furthermore, Chris had written several checks for therapy sessions. Interestingly, Allison held two separate cell phone accounts, one of which was billed to an address located in Southeast Washington, D.C.

They stormed into the location they had uncovered, weapons at the ready as they methodically cleared each room. Gideon's attention was drawn to a painting hanging on the wall, which he took and examined closely.

Curious, Leila approached him and asked, "What's that?"

"It's a child's painting. It's a colonial house. Mom, Dad, two children out front holding hands." Gideon replied, his focus fixed on the painting.

"And a big dog." Leila added.

"I think this is the Crawford house, it's signed by Emily." Gideon's gaze remained on the painting as he remarked.

"Strange." Spencer's voice interjected, capturing Leila's attention. "Eric Miller said he found his son clutching a painting. He wanted to know what was on it."

"What was on it?" Elle asked.

Gideon turned to face her. "His son's blood."

An abrupt crash echoed through the house, instantly grabbing their attention. Reacting swiftly, they rushed toward the source of the noise, the accompanying sound of a dog barking filling the air. Someone whistled, prompting the dog to bound towards the person. With their firearms at the ready, they approached cautiously, their weapons trained on the individual who confronted them.

The man apprehended turned out to be Allison's brother, Frank. He was convinced that Chris was responsible for the family's demise. Despite Chris's disapproval and reluctance to let Frank visit their home, Frank had sneaked in after his phone was cut off. He recounted that he had peered through the window, spotting Allison, Emily, and a weeping Sam. Frank assumed that Sam was upset due to getting into trouble. As Allison noticed him, she allegedly mouthed a message that seemed to say, "Get the hell out," compelling him to leave.

Gideon probed further, asking if Chris had seen him. Frank confirmed that Chris was absent, but there was another person present at the head of the table. Derek raised an eyebrow, seeking clarification about this "friend." Frank acknowledged the peculiar detail, indicating that he saw someone, though not their face, but the person seemed notably petite.

Derek pressed on, asking whether the person was white or black. Frank couldn't definitively determine the person's ethnicity but hesitated before revealing that their hair was red.

Outside the interrogation room, Leila, Elle, Spencer, and Aaron stood watching. Leila's voice chimed in. "Frank didn't see a friend that night. It was the unsub."

"And she wasn't saying, 'Go away.'" Aaron added, arms crossed. "She was saying, 'Help me.'"

In that moment, the expressions on Derek and Gideon's faces made it unmistakably clear to Frank that the individual he had seen wasn't a friend at all. Filled with the weight of this realization, he began to bang his head with his hands, unleashing a piercing scream as he shouted about how that person had murdered his sister and her entire family. The urgency of the situation prompted all of them to rush into the interrogation room, where they tried to restrain Frank and prevent any further self-harm.

"Both families had a dog and both houses had a dog door." Derek pointed out, his gaze fixed on the photos displayed on the crime board. The team had reconvened to discuss the case, armed with the new evidence they had uncovered.

"Fielding said that the person he saw was small." Elle added.

"Yeah, well, in order to get through that door, you'd have to be 5'4", tops, and real thin." Derek replied.

"'When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.'" Gideon quoted Sherlock Holmes.

"Sherlock Holmes was a fictional character." Derek countered. "Whoever did this isn't."

"He's probably already found another family by now." Leila remarked, her gaze straight ahead of her.

With more thinking, discussing, and Penelope hacking through the Government's HMO database, they managed to find out that both the Crawford's and Miller's were going to a therapist. The therapist they discovered was not a man, but instead a woman.

Dr. Howard said she only saw the two families once but prescribed medication for them as she was the only medical doctor there. Gideon asked who she handed her files over to, prompting her to search through the files and identify Karl Arnold as the recipient.

Guided by Dr. Howard, they proceeded to Karl Arnold's office, only to find it locked. Swiftly, Derek took matters into his own hands, breaking down the door with a kick, a sight that left Dr. Howard astonished and concerned about the door. Derek turned on a lamp nearby and saw all of the children's paintings on his wall.

Derek got a call that Karl's home was raided, however, he wasn't there. Aaron reached out to Karl's ex-wife while Leila, Derek, and Gideon sifted through the office, searching for any clues to his whereabouts. Amid the stacks of patient files, they stumbled upon families with similarities to the Crawford and Miller cases, though only one family captured Dr. Howard's attention.

"Wait. The Dunkens. That's not one of his cases, that's mine." Dr. Howard declared, her voice quivering as she spoke. Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued. "They have a baby boy and a slightly introverted eight-year-old named Jackie."

Gideon uncovered another painting and presented it to her. "Jackie's work?"

"He took it from my office." She cried.

"Were they planning a trip?" Leila inquired, her expression filled with concern.

"To the Adirondacks."

Leila, Gideon, and Derek hurriedly exited the room, leaving Aaron to search Karl's office. They raced to the Dunkens' residence with backup in tow, approaching the house cautiously. The SWAT team paused briefly before forcefully entering. Inside, they encountered the mother, father, and daughter seated at the dining table. Panic-stricken, the family pointed out that the unsub had taken their baby to the basement.

Descending the basement stairs, Leila, Derek, and Gideon readied their guns and flashlights, their footsteps steady. Their voices echoed in the dim space as they called the unsub's name, scanning their flashlights for any sign of movement. Eventually, they spotted him, hunched on the ground with the baby in his arms.

"Karl." Leila's voice was measured, her movements cautious. "Give me the baby."

Karl moved his hand away from the crying baby's mouth, his eyes locked onto the agents aiming their weapons at him. Leila, taking a calculated risk, holstered her gun and slowly approached, extending her arms towards the infant. As Karl rose to his feet, his gaze remained unwavering, a shift in his eyes catching Leila's attention.

Just as she anticipated a sudden move, Karl unexpectedly tossed the baby into the air. Reacting swiftly, Leila caught the baby and retreated against the wall. Meanwhile, Gideon and Derek dealt with Karl, who brandished a knife. Derek swiftly disarmed him and pinned him to the opposite wall.

The cries of the baby reverberated in Leila's arms, her heart racing. She held the infant tightly, her thoughts racing as images of Jasmine flashed before her eyes. While her priority was the baby in her arms, memories of her own daughter briefly consumed her mind.

She shushed the baby quietly, her eyes softening at the small human. "Shh, you're okay. Let's get you to your mommy and daddy, okay?"

They brought Karl back to the precinct, determined to get a confession from him. Despite the absence of DNA evidence linking him to the families, their only chance at securing a conviction was to get Karl to admit to the brutal killings. Gideon devised a smart strategy, rearranging the photos of the families to provoke Karl's emotions. Their calculated approach ultimately led to a confession from him, avoiding the need for a prolonged struggle.

They all gathered at the conference table once again after Aaron found a box in Karl's office. An unspoken tension gripped them as they awaited someone to open the box, prompting Gideon to take the lead. He unlocked the box, spilling its contents onto the table.

Wedding rings started spinning on the table in front of them. Leila's heart clenched as she gazed down at her own wedding ring. She and Zaid had been married for about ten years and the thought of any harm befalling him or Jasmine sent shivers down her spine. She swallowed hard, her eyes transfixed on the last ring as it came to a halt.

As Leila packed her belongings in her office, a knock on the door pulled her attention away. Zaid had told her he'd pick her up once their case concluded, and Leila had called him as soon as they closed it. She turned, finding her husband leaning against the doorway, a warm smile gracing his features. But his expression shifted as he caught sight of the weariness in her eyes, prompting him to stride forward and gently cup her face.

"Tough case?" He inquired, his voice hushed.

Leila nodded subtly, and she found solace in his embrace as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "I just want to go home and cuddle with both you and Jasmine." She confessed, her voice a soft murmur.

Zaid's response was immediate and reassuring. "Okay. Let's go home." He murmured, pressing a tender kiss atop her head. Gathering her bag, he slung it over his shoulder and guided her out of the office, his arm securely draped around her shoulders. Together, they walked down the corridor, on their way to seek the comfort of their own home.

#angst #fluff #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfiction #original female character #original male character #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x original female character #criminal minds bau #aaron hotchner x bau!reader #bau reader #criminal minds series #revelations series

[s10127470]

The New Kingdom Hearts Trios AU: Part 1

This is a little AU I've had in my mind for a long ass time.

We all know of the iconic trio of Sora, Donald and Goofy.

But a few years ago, I thought to myself.....what if all the other KH-original characters gotten their own trios consisting of themselves and two other Disney characters?

And since I haven't seen anyone else do something like this before, I basically went....

Anyway, here's two that I came up with

The Keyblade Master Trio (Riku, Mickey, and Oswald the Lucky Rabbit):

Their dynamic would be pretty complicated....to say the least.

I'd imagine that in the Kingdom Hearts, Oswald would not only be Mickey's older brother, but also a Keyblade Master.

Not only that, but our of the three, he would be the strongest, due to him to being the oldest and most experienced.

I'd imagine that Mickey and Oswald used to be very close, but they probably had a falling out a long time ago over......I don't know, light and dark?

(Yeah, I haven't exactly thought his backstory all the way out)

As you would probably expect, Mickey and Oswald are constantly at each other's throats due to their less than stellar history, with Riku acting as the peacekeeper between them.

Oswald himself has the ability to manipulate both light and darkness, making him something of a Ying-yang of Mickey and Riku, and wields two Keyblades.

Their team attacks include.....

.Double Duel (between Riku and Mickey)

.Reassemble Riot (an attack between Riku and Oswald, where the latter disassembles his arms, with a Keyblade in each hand, one coated in darkness, one coated in light, and sends them flying towards surrounding enemies. Riku does the same thing as well, except for the whole arm removal thing)

.True End (the attack between all three of them).

The Princess Trio (Kairi, Ariel and Jasmine):

Kairi and Ariel immediately became friends when they first met and are now partners in mischief. As for Jasmine, while she does like to have fun, she serve as the voice of reason for the trio and often has to keep an eye on Kairi and Ariel, making sure they don't do anything stupid.

Ariel fights with a magical trident that once belong to her late mother Athena, allowing her cast powerful elemental spells including Watera, Thundara, Aerora and Blizzara.

Jasmine fights with her acrobatic skills, martial arts, and a long wooden staff.

Their team attacks include....

.Mermaid Whirlpool (the attack between Kairi and Ariel, where the two combine their magic to unleash a massive whirlpool on enemies).

.Spiral Staff (the attack between Kairi and Jasmine, where the former wraps her legs around the end of the latter's staff while holding out her Keyblade, which is then followed by Jasmine spinning her staff around).

.Princess Power (the attack between the entire trio, where they all jump into the air and raise their respective weapons to form a giant heart of light, which then rains upon on enemies).

That's all for right now! This was a short post, but that's because I'm planning to explore this idea by specific groups for each post.

You know: one post for the Sea Salt Trio, one post for the Wayfinder Trio, etc.

This one was more or less dedicated to the Destiny Islands Trio, minus Sora for obvious reasons.

Let me know what you guys think! And if you have any ideas for a trio involving the other KH-original characters, let me know!

#kingdom hearts #riku #mickey mouse #oswald the lucky rabbit #kairi #ariel #jasmine #disney #disney crossover

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

15. Debauchery

Day 1

The end of exams marks the return of Le Whöre and the moolah season. Logging into Stripperchat, I drape my body artfully across the bed in red lingerie and break out the pink vibe to vibe to Doja Cat.

"You know the drill guys, run it up. Let me know what you wanna see," I smirk watching it happen.  "Run those tips up guys!"

A tasteful show of radiant skin is just as enticing when used effectively.

I hold nudity hostage until I hit my goal in tips and I kick out the freeloaders. Only then do I give the long awaited striptease, feeling myself up with the passion of a lover drunken with lust. From fingertips to pink vibe, I satisfy myself until I'm wet enough for it to pick up on camera.

"Oh yes, MusicLover98! You like that baby?"

They love to hear their usernames when I moan just like they love seeing me squirt like a volcano of lust overflowing lava all over these sheets.

"That toy always makes me cum like this," I laugh in reply to a surprised comment. The vibe still sits at my entrance. "You must be new here CertifiedLoverBoy, this luh juicy pussy has a mind of its own sweetie! What do you guys want to see?" Replies appear but they're split. There are many suggestions, some things I straight up ignore.

I ain't doing that.

"I'm seeing a toss up between anal and riding. Hm? That's perfect. Dale22 yes, we can do both. In fact, you guys get to see one of my favorite toys right now."

Indeed a lifesize silicone male torso is my favorite toy of the moment and as of late, I've been using my imagination to picture Professor Stevens though it's not as big as him and sucking it is not the same at all.

That said, he's called three times and I still haven't responded because I'm petty and he made me leave his shed. Couldn't even give a girl a house tour.

"This is my second one guys," I giggle remembering what I did to the first torso toy.

Doll Stevens #1 never had a chance against this ass.

"I broke the first guy, don't ask me how." 

I straddle the 6 inch dick that's already upright in position for me and come down into a crouch to bounce up and down repeatedly with my hands grounded on the chest. They can guess now how he broke.

He's also hyper realistic. Outside of veins in the shaft, soft testicles, and 8-pack abs, it has a special function. It can trigger the lube I pre-loaded into its little fake cum compartment. I activate it and when that lube shoots out through the tip of the dick inside of me I let it ooze out of my tulip and zoom in on the camera control so my viewers have a clear view of the milkiness dripping down. The pink vibrator then slides comfortably right into my ass. I keep it there and turn around for the view of the camera. I'm gonna suck the extra lube off the silicone dick for the as I stare seductively into the lens and count the chimes from the chat indicating to me that they're tipping.

I post the show on my AVN Stars and OnlyFans making $850 from my paypigs who request fetish content.

Granted.

I post a lipstick video. The request stated that it had to be ruby red lipstick specifically which is odd, but I encourage my viewers to feel comfortable in the safe space I've created. Foot fetish content is one of my most requested so I post two videos of my pedicure. I kindly throw in a bonus video full of degradation.

"That's right, send me all your money," I say directly into the camera knowing they will do just that. "Don't even think about opening that silly mouth before you open your wallet because that's all I care about. You are nothing but a wallet. It's all you have to offer."

It's easy money. So, so easy.

I call Jasmine, the other woman of color at Mickey's, and tell her to get at me so I can cash app her something slight for her son's 7th birthday. To my surprise she invites me. We don't hang out but we work together and help each other as women of color thriving in a white intended establishment.

"Okay I'll see you there," I tell her already regretting it. I have no interest in a child's birthday party at a Chuck E Cheese. I'd rather go where I can peacefully get faded and fuck the finest man over 6 ft.

Day 2

I meet my submissive slave Keon for ramen, on him of course. He's stressed with work and family so we a venting session and an impromptu scene at his apartment that ends in my pegging him over his couch. It helps him to relieve frustration physically through energy. I make him peppermint tea while he cleans and he has a good stress cry until he's himself again.

"Thanks for listening," he says sweetly offering me a gift of YSL Black Opium perfume which I accept.

He's such a sweetheart.

He drives me to the strip mall that houses the Chuck E Cheese along with stores and eateries and volunteers to pick me up like he's my man. Of course, I have no car so I accept. Soon as he leaves, I hear someone yell and I turn to see who.

Who is this nigga yelling at me from a damn Toyota?

"Aye I think I know you," he says and on closer inspection he's actually fine.

Toxic fine. My type.

He's fine, thick built, and brown skin with a clean low cut and goatee leaning out the window chewing the end of a toothpick.

Ain't no way he don't have bout 4 to 5 kids he don't claim running around somewhere, I think to myself. He probably ain't shit but I humor him.

"Maybe," I shrug looking him up and down. "It's possible."

"Yeah, you look familiar--Hey, come here right quick. I wanna ask you something."

"Then ask," my brow raises.

He spits his toothpick.

"Let me take you out to dinner sometime."

"Is that a request or a demand? Depends, where you taking me?"

"Where you tryna go?"

"Nope," my fingers snap. "I hate an indecisive ass nigga. Sir, I need you to take control since you're asking me out and have a plan of action."

He takes it in stride. "You like Japanese Steakhouse?"

"I do. Take my number."

He types it in his phone and steps out the car standing 6 ft. walking with me to the sidewalk of the strip mall where the Chuck E Cheese stands. He looks surprised to see me going inside but he's proving my theory right. He probably has kids in here somewhere.

"You got kids here," he asks looking around like he has something to hide. Probably a baby mama. He must've thought I was going to Burlington. I try not to laugh.

"No, you?"

"Who you visiting?"

"JASMINE," I wave walking over to her table followed by the bold ass man who just hit on me. He kisses her on the cheek and avoids my eye. Their 7-year-old child runs up and hugs him. When he does look at me, his eyes are begging me. Every time I open my mouth to Jasmine his eyeballs are down my throat begging me not to snitch, and I dont.. Until I leave. I send her a text.

I'm not trying to ruin a toddler's party but if I were his girl I'd wanna know...

She can handle it from there.

Keon gets me back to my room to prepare for my shift and I shower, redo my makeup, put on a black body con dress, pack a bag, and catch an uber to Mickey's. The Becky's as I call them are getting ready, curling hair and sharing too much information about their relationships.

"You still with him? He cheated on you twice," I remind Mackenzie, a cute freckle faced ginger with dark mascara. She's dating a black guy who treats her like shit and he's not even fine. He doesn't even have money to be acting the way he does.

"He's not that bad," she says seeing my reaction to him. "I just make him seem terrible when I'm venting."

Lies. Men walk all over her to the point that I'm tempted to take her under my wing. 

"Girl shut up. If you dont learn--First of all, never short yourself over a nigga." Her eyes go big. "Yeah, I can say it but don't you."

Distancing myself from the bullshit of her dumb situation I move around the club and socialize with the customers since I'm trying to attract some money to pay Mr. Mickey for the month.

Really his name is Ted, I just call him Mr. Mickey.

The fuck?  I pause. When did he-

"What are you doing here, Professor," I whisper bumping his left side with my hip and flicking his hoodie.

"That's not my name off hours."

How many times has he been here and I just missed him?

"Mm. Look at you tryna be slick hiding out at the bar. Oh but you were so bold in your office," I whisper bending closer to his ear. "Funny how a venue can shift things.."

"Don't do it to yourself Ms. Miller, you already on very thin ice," he warns picking up his glass but at this point..

"I'm not sure you'll do shit to me, Professor. Not here." I walk my fingers over his thigh where no one else can see what I'm doing. Since he doesn't respond, not even making eye contact I take the glass from his hand and sip the last little bit before he can get the chance, despite the fact I'm not supposed to drink on shift. I give a quiet signal to the bartender so he won't snitch.

"Noted," Professor Stevens nods signaling for another drink looking away as I walk off irritated.

I really hoped all that possessiveness and boldness inside of him would rise up and choke me on the spot. I know I have enough offenses for it but he's being a chickenshit and I have to change because I'm up next on stage. I was already mad at him.

He's lucky I didn't air him out.

I kiss my teeth as Pour It Up by Rihanna starts and I emerge onto the platform in a black and lime green shego inspired cut out jumpsuit with lime platform heels. I start with a pole routine that tests my core and thigh strength and look out past the foggy lights to spot the Professor with eyes trained on me.

Oh but I can't get eye contact when I'm right beside you.

I get it though I'm the only dancer here with the facilities to shake an actual ass.

I milk it with a vertical split against the pole before I spin.

How could I have never seen him here in Mickey's before? He's hard to miss.

When my song ends, I change and return to the bar but he's gone. No professor in sight. I subtly look around the club as I flirt with the customers but he's really gone and I'm really, really annoyed.

If he were really about something, he would say fuck his job.

Okay I'm tripping... but I planned to give him a dance and he's acting like a bitch.

Instead, I work the vanilla gorillas picking the thirstiest ones for my queue of lapdances. I make almost half the money I need for the night to meet my self imposed quota based on tuition, student fees, club fees, club hair and outfits, and daily living fees. I need to hit this number every time I work and only then will I go home regardless of how much I made from shows, videos,  and scenes. Whatever's left over I save and I'm looking into getting a car.

#original #erik killmonger #killmonger #erik stevens #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik stevens au #black panther killmonger #black panther fanfiction #erik x oc #tales of a masochist

[taylors-karma]

Ranking Update Week 4

Yooooo y’all ready for my update? I feel like things are starting to stay the same but there are still some changes so here is my updated list: 1. Taylor (Prev 1)- I don’t really need to explain this one anymore. 

2. Michael (Prev 2)- Y’all can be mad at him all you want for him protecting himself and thinking ahead in the game, but I really do still like Michael and I think he’s a great strategist. I would absolutely play like him if I were in the game, and like yeah it’s overthinking and a bit of paranoia but sometimes you have to do that to stay idk I love him 

3. Brittany (Prev 5)- Okay she made her way back to the top because I love her. I think she’s a genuinely sweet person and she is one of two people to take full accountability for her participation in what happened to Taylor week one. Also she has every intent on having Taylor and Michael on her side and I am living for it. They are the Final Three I’m sorry askdjospidf

4. Turner (Prev 3)- The only reason he moved down is because he hasn’t done a whole lot on his own this week, and Michael and Brittany securing that Final 3 with Taylor just brought them back up. Still love him, and I hope he’s okay after all that slop this week :(

5. Joseph (Prev 4)- Likewise to Turner he only moved down because Brittany moved back up. He’s great and actually cares about people’s feelings, but I still see him doing a little much sometimes. I just need him to try and lay low as much as possible aksjdosdf

6. Monte (Prev 8)- I don’t think I am ever going to fully trust this man but after him going in this week and securing power for the Leftovers, I will give him some grace. He is doing a wonderful job imo and is finally coming to his damn senses!

7. Kyle (Prev 6)- He is moving down slightly because of the Alyssa situation. He was doing so well and then like....men, y’all. Don’t get me wrong I still hope he’s able to come to his sense and get out of this situation but it’s clear that he just doesn’t have the experience or knowledge to know what’s really going on. I fear for his game but also we’re just gonna have to let him lose his chance at 750k like.....

8. Terrance (Prev 9)- Moving up a little because admittedly I am warming up to this dude. He’s kind of funny at times and knows when to call bullshit, but I will not be forgetting how he treats women and talks about them. He’s still weird and gross he just occasionally pops off. 

9. Indy (Prev 7)- Girl is digging herself lower and lower for me. She is just rude to everyone and is extremely dramatic and self-centered like, who is this chick sjkdhfosdf. She was cracked and iconic at the beginning and then started showing her true colors when things didn’t go her way. Are we 30 something or 5?

10. Jasmine (Prev 12)- The only reason she made it above Alyssa is probably because she’s less relevant atm because I still hate her and seeing her on my screen makes me want to legitimately throw up. I just can’t stand her. 

11. Alyssa (Prev 11)- Yeah she’s just gonna keep staying down for me because I honestly can’t stand the hetero romance bullshit this show is putting me through and she clearly has no concept of game or competition at all. Imagine focusing on a man instead of your future and a money prize couldn’t be fucking me. What a loser.  

12. Nicole (Prev 13)- She’s playing hilariously bad rn. Like, I can’t even. Also she keeps being violent for no reason? Calm tf down seriously it’s not that deep it’s a fucking game and you’re not even playing it correctly. 

13. Daniel (Prev 14)- This man is so garbage I just can’t even anymore. He thinks he’s doing something but that thing is sending his bestfriend out the door LMAO like......I’m just don’t I can’t 

#bb24 #the top be constantly changing but the bottom stays #lol #anyways vote brittany guys

[clarks-letterman]

Wally anon: Technically three cause his di-🤫 (Oh yeah, there were a lot. of people whose 1st movie was 5 based on the reactions I saw at the time, which I can get if they were young enough but in other cases, it's like...come on) Ugh, I know cause it led to it underperforming but at least it can still say it was ahead of the game by predicting so many things 🙌🙌🙌 Yuppp. I know Mindy being gay was something Jasmin wanted, but I don't know why her and. Tara and. Amber all still couldn't have been. 🤷‍♀️ That way Tara would feel less ~there~ & more present. in the actual events. Oh, I completelyyyy agree. I think the concept. of the gun could've been scary, but it just feels like the movie drawin attention to itself by going ~look Ghostface is being Different™~ instead of organically making it be what this. specific Ghostface does. Cause if you're gonna have Ghostface With A Gun™ & not. do it in the finale, then it needs. to be amore consistent thing to show how this killer is genuinely different from all the rest. 🔫 It just also makes him look goofy as hell a lot of the time in H20 too avdhdj (& you know that dick will let you know exactly how he feels from how. hard it is & how much it twitches in your hole 🤤🤤🤤). I actually reallyyyy love Ends. I had been slightly spoiled on it from test screening reports months in advance, but when I started thinking about what it was getting up to + seeing it for myself, I became obsessedddd (plus, Corey is so fuckin hot to me 🫣🫣🫣). There are areas where it could be improved for sure (Michael did. need a few more kills + the finale fight needed to be longer etc.), but it's such a wild swing for a Big Franchise Ending that I can't not love it. (really perfected that ~disheveled, but effortlessly attractive guy know from school~ vibe 🤭 but ugh, I know, it's crazyyyy that they didn't capitalize on his survival when this was still following the ~sibling~ timeline, like wouldn't Michael want him dead too?)

(Completely understood cause there's some things I've watched that young that I was like, "Well, this is not connecting to me at all, sorry" so I'm glad you were able to have a Spiderman that spoke to you so well 🫶 ) Oh BIG controversial opinions on Raimi's cause I actually still really do like them & find his 2 to be the best Spiderman movie (until Spiderverse) djdsk. I think they are veryyyy 00s in some of the decisions they make, which clash with certain aspects of Spiderman, but I also find Tobey's Peter to really have the roughest time (which is why I'm so excited to see what they do with Tom's moving forward cause NWH reallyyyy put him through it). I see, I see @ Insomniac. Is there anything else that differentiates him from the rest beyond being childish & nerdy at 28? Oh, keep going @ the gadgets + him being the whore. 🤭 I'm sure an AU could be constructed to envision him as such. 🕸

Yupppp. And just imagine how frustrated he'd get if Zed were the one to actually make you cum instead. 🫣

(ugh I knowwww @ FFH. The thing is I wouldn't take so much of an issue with that plot if it happened before. he died but having to, once again, make a Spiderman movie ALL about him just makes me 🖕🖕🖕) Be the seasoning on the chip svsksjd 😭😭😭 Oh? Who all moves into 1st place for you? 😮 cause while I haven't given it the greatest consideration, Steve is still probably my #1 cause I can still look at pretty much everything pre-Endgame & be satisfied, it's just that when we get there it's like ❌️ (perhaps you should write more for him sometime 🤫). Yeah, I don't mind Endgame, it's just that in IW he was reallyyyy doing it for me. 😮‍💨 Yuppppp to all of that. I also would take less issue with it in HC if that was the only. time it was done (& Tony didn't show up to help Peter at the ferry thing or w/e cause like, no, if you want to treat him as his own character we shouldn't have to have Tony leaping in like some weird, overprotective dad all the time 🙄), but the fact it d e f i n e s Tom's tenure as Peter endlessly annoys me (but yeah, Peter getting snapped is one of the few. times where it absolutely works because vulnerability is good, infantilizing is not 👍). I'm right there with you @ Spiderio cause it goes back to earlier points I've made on ~if a bad character is bad~ then yes, I'm all for it, but if a so-called "good" one does something bad & the plot doesn't recognize it, it's just bad writing. I even controversially would almost rank FFH the highest of Tom's films because of Mysterio if it weren't for the Tony of it all cause his + Jake's dynamic is >>>> (& what kind of fantasiesis he trying to live out I have to wonder 👀👀👀)

Yuppp & you could tell she would've given him a chance to confess but he went the denial route so it was over. ❌️ But omg I know. She knew exactly what would fuck people up the most. 💀 Your face is absolutely coveredddd in it & he loves how you look "glazed" in his cum. 🤤

omggg you really got into this idea @ 6k. 😭 Am excited to see it whenever you get finished. ♥️ But, alright, will be here to respond if you have any issues. 👍

oh OH oh OH three legs ksjksjd (Yeah I hadn't actually seen the OG Scream until 2021 I think, but I still knew stuff about it. it was an icon, how could people not know at least something about it?) Yesss like as long as the representation doesn't take away from the story, there's never a point where it would be bad to emphasize queer characters. Tara in 5 is sooo boring, she comes around in the end but I think she's severely lacking throughout the movie and becomes too much of a plot device. She spends the whollleeee movie injured and an issue for most of the movie. (But Richie ate with stealing her inhaler, but it was so obviously gonna be a thing with the way she was huffing and puffing in the beginning.) Exactly! Having him use a gun shows knowledge on how to use firearms. Anyone can pick up a knife but a gun need precision (and a serious amount of strength to use a shotgun ONE HANDED.) There's information you can discern from it but noooo... let's have it mean nothing to the rest of the movie. So true about H20, he looks like a lil guy in there because the eye holes are so big (like that dick and your hole when he's done w/ it) Don't get me wrong, I love ends but it feels like how Season of The Witch did to the OG trilogy. It feels almost out of place, but good on its own. COREYYYYY UGH the opening is so tragic but it's okay baby it wasn't your fault! I wish they would have tied it into Michael's own version of "evil," because it could have been a lot stronger. Still good and Laurie is still kicking ass as a grandma, but my main gripe with like all three H2018 movies is the fact that they remove the sibling connection Laurie had with Michael (it disregarded 2 and beyond). It kinda makes zero sense why he would return for the later two movies in the trilogy. I love sleazy men from school... ugh Johnny in TCM has those vibes but farmer/country boy centric and so does Frank from DBD. My favorite genre of men fr.

Well, now that I'm older, I do love Andrew's as much as Tom's. Tom's was just there when I was starting to define my awakening and all, so his is more prominent in my head, you know? SM2 is the best one of his agreed, not my fave but I can see its worth. I dunno, I just feel like the world is so obviously fake and feels like a fever dream. Plus, Tobey's acting is a little... not it. This sounds like it's time for another ranking so😋 TASM > ITSV (and ATSV together because its only part one of two) > Homecoming > Far From Home > SM2 > No Way Home > TASM 2 > SM3 > SM1. I don't really mind the 00s era being an influence to Spider-man (because I always thought it was dumb that Webb's movies were criticized for making Peter a more typical early 2010s loner rather than loser, when he obviously is still Peter Parker at heart. He just has a different coat of paint to fit more into the times of skater boys and guys who are smart but don't show it.) I hope the put tom's Peter through the Last of Us 2 kind of rough time, just saying!! He needs that gritty story finally, preferably with Daredevil making an inclusion now that he's been in NWH (which was the second best cameo of the movie imo) Uhhh Insomniac Peter is very much like the others, the best way I can put it is that he's more of a millennial and not as ruthless when he gets the symbiote. He's more tame tbh than the others with it. But man... he's gotta be the strongest of them all (and super caked up like i know harry was having the time of his life😮‍💨) Obviously, MCU Peter built his sex toys, never buys them and he's definitely used some on Cap and Bucky and had them use them on him among other things. Ohhh that AU would be so good, obviously he'd have a blue suit for the school colors, maybe some grey in their, or sweatpants are always being worn over it like Peter B. does in ITSV.

Oh, he's gonna keep going until you cum a second time for him. The score isn't settled until then skjsdds

FOR REALLLL and the issue is it's such a wasted potential to give us insight on his Uncle Ben. Because he existed and died before the MCU introduces Peter, and this movie decided to focus on Tony's legacy instead. (Plus they make May and Happy date, which I wouldn't care much about if they actually gave Uncle Ben a spotlight instead of referencing him but not even showing one picture.) First place changes sooo much. Bucky/Peter are probably tied for number one because Seb and Tom are absolutely amazing. So true about skipping certain parts cause yeah... the MCU ruined his ending bad. (I should write for him more.. I was gonna have him dress as Santa with the natural beard to cheer up the team after they had a loss on Christmas/around the holiday, and it gets smutty somehow skdjsdkj. he's the captain, after all! he's gotta keep spirits high.) That's why I'm so happy Chris kept it in other movies and shows (hello andy barber and his role in that new movie🫣) And you think Tony would know about parenting after his died, or they would have at least bothered to bring it up if they were going to include him in Homecoming. Spiderio is sooo good... if it was directed with an R rating I know they would have gotten together after the bar scene and broke backs😛 (skjdnkd Peter realizes he's not a superhero when Mysterio doesn't have the same stamina lmaooo) I live for their problematic potential, because it's someone actually doing something bad and the plot recognizing it as bad. (His reveal scene is so good>> caught me off guard cause i didn't know he would be a villain + I liked that he was an enemy of Tony's. I just didn't like that his main motivation to harm Peter is for a plot device aka the glasses. I wonder what else those glasses could do tho...🫣 fires more than missiles i bet.) SO true about it ranking highly. Somehow, it had more Tony in it and Tony doesn't even appear in it! It's insaneeee (I gotta think about that one skjdskj.. is tom's Peter a short top or a veryyy powerful bottom... because the changes what the scenario he's reenacting with Mysterio's tech is. Also, why did Peter look so good in FFH? It's crazy how many gifs i see from that movie alone in fics on tumblr)

For realll, he just had to be honest. But nope, so I'm glad she outed him too with everything else and that guy got arrested fr. Omg at the "glazed," he's gonna have you looking better than the things youre cooking at the end of it sjskdj

LMAO uh yeah I was yapping a lot in it😭 My keyboard is exhausted from the pounding it got. I should be good with the smut, I just hope it isn't too ooc or anything yk

#wally clark #peter parker #omg a new tag since we've discussed him

[zahroreadsthings]

When Lief took risks, he did not complain. When Jasmine stopped to pick up bits and pieces washed up on the river bank, he said nothing. He was so patient and gentle, in fact, that Lief became uncomfortable, and longed to hear the old, irritable Barda growling once more.

Obsessed with this

#dads being too nice... its not our real dad #also what does barda say when jasmine picks stuff up... 'he said nothing' is very neutral #like he was nice enough to explain what a shop is so i dont think hed be outright dismissive. hes probably discussing flora and fauna w her #for all we know. but i also imagine hes like jasmine keep it to three rocks maximum today non negotiable #zahro reads dq1.6

[jerzwriter]

Day 14 - It's a Date!

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff

Summary: Mornings are different now for Ethan & Casey, and he couldn’t be happier. In fact, he’s so happy, he becomes a bit impatient.

Warnings: None

Words: 1453

A/N: This is all fluff. Fluffy, fluffy, fluff. Enjoy!

A/N 2: I’m participating in this week’s @wackydrabbles . The prompt can be found below in bold.

A/N 3: Also participating in @choicesfebruary2022challenge – Day 26 - Romance

SERIES MASTERLIST

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

Nine-thirty in the morning on their day off. Casey was sprawled out on Ethan’s living room floor, still in her pajamas with her laptop open and papers scattered all around her. Ethan sat on the sofa in his robe, medical journal in one hand and a highlighter in the other.

Casey had not yet “officially” moved in, but with her friends already using her room as storage, it was fair to say that she was not living at home anymore either. If she was, she would still be fast asleep. Living together required compromise, and one of the few things she could not stand about her betrothed was his need to be out of bed by six-thirty in the morning on days they were off. Conversely, her wake-up time of ten did not work for him either. They agreed he could continue to get up at his ungodly hour, but she would sleep until eight-thirty. Unfortunately, she did not always comply, so Ethan would become creative.

This morning, he relied on his second favorite way of waking her: opening the bedroom door then heading to the kitchen to prepare one of her favorite breakfasts. The aromatic scents wafting in and surrounding her never failed to lure her to join him in the kitchen. She had yet to catch on, and he planned on keeping it that way. But now, with their Nutella French toast consumed, and dishes put away, they were working on a tough case, just until noon, when the day was officially theirs.

It was not easy for them to stick to that part of their routine either. Their proximity to one another outside of their work environment often led them to cut their research time short, but neither complained about that. On this particular morning, it appeared to be Ethan who would be breaking the rules.

Closing the journal, he rested his eyes for just a moment before focusing them on his precious fiancé. She lay on her stomach, knees bent and her feet in the air, crossed at her ankles. Twirling her blonde locks with the pen in her hand, she was so focused on the article on her laptop that she never felt him gazing at her. The pleasant smile on Ethan’s lips just showed how much he had changed. Throughout his adult life, the thought of sharing an apartment with anyone was the content of his nightmares. Even as a struggling intern, he happily lived in a small studio in a rough neighborhood of Boston rather than take on a roommate. And he was happy that way. But now, she was here, and it was so comfortable, so natural that he could never imagine living without her again.

He didn’t want to interrupt her, but on this day, he was feeling selfish, and he couldn’t stop himself.

“Rookie,” he said, with the deep timbre of his morning voice, something new she had discovered about him.

Her head immediately turned, her head tilting up to meet his crystal blue eyes.

“Mmmm.”

“Are you aware that we’re engaged?”

Casey nonchalantly lifted her hand and stared at the exquisite three diamond ring he had placed on her finger just a week ago. The one she never took off.

“Yes, I’m quite aware. Why? Are you having second thoughts?”

“Oh, God no!” He insisted as he moved to sit next to her on the floor, taking in the gentle jasmine scent of her hair as he kissed the top of her head.

“I was just thinking, we should probably set a date. Maybe discuss what type of wedding we’d like to have. You know, the things engaged people to do.”

“I didn’t know you were such an authority on engaged people,” she laughed.

“Well, it’s what I’ve been told.”

Casey sat up, crossing her legs beneath her to look at him more comfortably.

“Well, we can. But we also have a closing date on our new place and moving to worry about. We certainly went from zero to a hundred at record speed.”

“Mmm, that’s only because some idiot should have been moving at quicker than a snail's pace before.”

“Aww, that’s OK. You’re my idiot,” she said, mussing his hair.

“Thank you, I love you too.”

Casey squeezed him into a tight hug.

“I guess we are capable of doing both at the same time. So, when would you like to make an honest woman out of me?” She joked.

“I was thinking the fall. I know it’s your favorite time of year, and it is mine too. What do you think?”

“I like that idea. So, that would give us about fifteen months or so to put it all together, and….”

“Woah, woah, woah! It wouldn’t give us fifteen months? I was thinking it would give us two to four months.”

“Wait. You want to get married this fall?”

“I see no reason to put it off, do you?”

“My God, Ramsey! You really do go from zero to a hundred in 60-seconds, don’t you?”

“When you know, you know. And I want you to be my wife as quickly as possible.”

“My!” She grinned, now running her fingers through his hair, straightening the mess she made just moments before. “You really have changed.”

“OK. OK. Joking aside, Rookie. Do you really see any need to put it off that long?”

“Well, no. I don’t.”

“Would it give us the time we need to plan the wedding of our dreams?”

“Sure, because the only thing I really need for the wedding of my dreams is to have you there as my groom. And, well also some of the people that are closest to us. I’d like them there too, but I don’t really want a huge elaborate event anyway. I just want you.”

“Well,” he pulled his phone from the pocket of his robe and opening the calendar app. “Let’s pick a day.”

“Just like that?”

“Is there any more to it?” He asked.

“Well, I guess not. So… let’s pick a date!”

“Is September good?”

“That’s a little soon, I mean, it’s all a little soon, but maybe just a little later would give us more time to plan.”

“November then?”

“No. I’d like something at least partially outdoors, and it will be too cold by then. So, October? That sounds like it would be just right.”

“OK, Goldilocks,” he teased. “October it is. I’d prefer a Saturday.”

“Me too.”

“So, that gives us the 1st, 8th, 15th, 22nd, or 29th. What’ll it be, MacTavish?”

“This seems soo surreal. I mean, we just pick a date?”

“I think that’s how it’s done, yes.”

“Shut up,” she said, gently shoving him. “Uhm, the 8th. The 8th sounds good. What do you think?”

“October 8th. I like it.”

“Now, it’s a little tentative, of course. We have to make sure we can find a venue available on that date.”

“In all of the Boston area, I’m sure we can find someplacethat can accommodate us.”

“Oh, about that. I was thinking Newport. I love it there so much, and I know we both vacationed there as kids, so it just seems fitting.”

Ethan smiled warmly, “I do have some wonderful memories there, and I wouldn’t mind making some more.”

“So, October 8th in Newport?” She asked excitedly.

“October 8th in Newport!”

Ethan chuckled at the adorable squeal Casey let out. He pulled her close for a tender, lingering kiss.

“You’re really going to be my wife.”

“Yeah, that’s what I agreed to! Oh my God! I’m sooo excited!”

“So, what’s our next step?”

“Well, I say we call our parents to tell them. My Mom’s going to have a stroke when I tell her it’s so soon, but she’ll survive.”

“My Dad will be the opposite. He’ll suggest we do it sooner. He’s still convinced I’ll get cold feet or that you’ll come to your senses.”

“Mmm, yeah, well, neither one of those things are happening.”

“Hey!” he protested, giving her a hug.

“Well, putting a whole ass wedding together in two-and-a-half months! Why did I let you talk me into this, Ramsey?”

“Because you love me that much?”

“I do.”

“Hmm,” he kissed her, “I think you’re supposed to save that for the wedding day.”

“Well, we need the practice.”

Ethan laughed, “Well, before we call the parents….”

“….and Sienna,” Casey interrupted.

“Yes, and Sienna… before we unleash the craziness that will ensue, what do you say we go and practice for the wedding night first?”

“Oh, you read my mind!”

Casey squealed once more when Ethan scooped her up from the floor with ease, carrying her into the bedroom. They wouldn’t call their loved ones for hours.

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[sparkles-and-trash]

The Gaang are Roommates AU ~

note: this is a rewrite and repost of my old roommates au, there was some stuff I wanted to change, and I wanted to make the parts a little longer, so yeah, ta-dah! 

- think modern setting in the canon universe, bending is still a thing 

- the Gaang are all in going to Ba Sing Se University 

- I’m gonna change the ages a bit to make it easier for myself, sorry 

- Zuko, Sokka, Suki and Mai are 20, Katara, Ty Lee and Azula are 19, Aang, Toph and Yue are 18

- so, Zuko, Sokka, Katara, Aang and Toph end up living together in a big loft type apartment 

- Sokka and Aang are old best friends, they met Toph in Middle School, and Katara is a natural part of the group 

- until now Sokka and Katara have both been living in the dorms, and they both hate it intensely 

- but now that Aang and Toph are also in uni, they all decide to move in together!

- …but the only problem is that the only place they find that they like is just out of their price rage (Toph’s parents aren’t supportive of her major so they’re not helping out much)

- enter: ~ Zuko ~

- so, Zuko has been living with his uncle Iroh since his Father, who’s a high up in some big and important company the Fire Nation, disowned him for speaking up against the company’s shifty treatment of workers and ruining a lot of sacred land etc 

- they’re still firebenders and the scar still happened, not in an Agni Kai, but it happened 

- but after Zuko started uni, Iroh really tried to push him to meet some people his own age and make some friends

- the only people Zuko talks to on the regular besides Iroh is Azula, Ty Lee and Mai, and Mai is the only one who is like, his friend yanno?

- the last year the deal was that if Zuko didn’t branch out, Iroh would have him live one year with other students

- it’s his idea of tough love 

- Zuko tried to do some random kid’s homework to have them pretend to be his new friend in front of Iroh so he wouldn’t have to, but Iroh can tell he’s lying so easily 

- so, Zuko ends up hearing about the Gaang through Mai, who heard from Ty Lee, who plays field hockey, Suki, who’s best friends with Sokka

- so, he goes to meet them, and it’s so awkward mY GOD

- Katara is a B I G environmental activist and HATES Ozai and his company, with good reason

- she eases up a tad when Zuko admits to being turned away from as a teen, but she is still suspicious

- Aang loves him right away, ofc, and that makes Katara even more suspicious because she’s pretty protective of Aang

- she claims it’s because he’s so kind and believes everyone but she totally liikeees hiiiim

- Toph is just like, sure, as long as he pays his rent idgaf

- Sokka is weirdly quiet, because he’s had a huge crush on Zuko forever, and the only one who knows is Aang (and Toph but she ain’t no snitch)

- so, ya boy makes the cut, and before they know it, it’s move-in day!

- but, the idiots didn’t think through the facts that it’s only three bedrooms oops

- and Toph is NOT afraid to pull the “I’m blind and I need my space” card

- and nobody’s up to fight her on it, so 

- let’s just say there is A LOT of back and forth, but with Katara refusing to room with her brother again, and Zuko being rightfully scared of Katara, it ends up with Zuko and Sokka sharing a bedroom, and Katara and Aang

- they have separate beds ofc

- but still, tension, man, so much tension

- it takes a while, but the dynamics starts working out really well

- Zuko is good at grocery shopping and likes to clean, and Aang is always happy to help him out

- Sokka loves cooking, so he does that a lot

- Katara is always on top of the others with schoolwork and making sure everyone is okay, and she usually does it in genius, sneaky ways so people doesn’t even notice that she does it

- Toph is clearing the air off bullshit

- like, she will call a bitch out

- but because she cares about said bitch

- so, Aang knows that Sokka has a crush on Zuko because Sokka told him in a weak moment, and Toph knows because she just knows

- Aang is a good friend tho, and he tries to like, ease them together

- but he is so awkward about it, the poor thing, and Zuko doesn’t understand AT ALL

- Toph is just sitting back and sighing a lot

- Katara doesn’t understand either but she just stays out of it (smart girl)

- but okay, we know how oblivious Zuko can be right?

- Sokka can give him googly eyes and blush and stutter around him so much and he still has no clue at all

- Zuko starts thinking Sokka just doesn’t like him at all

- but then one night Zuko has this really intense nightmare

- okay and quick addition, his scar is… handshaped? Like, you can clearly tell what happened to him

- but nobody talks about it, yet

- but then he’s having a terrible nightmare and is talking and begging and pleading in his sleep

- so much that Sokka wakes up

- and he catches on pretty fast, but had no idea what to do

- so he just shuffles over to Zuko’s side of the room and starts tapping his shoulder rapidly

- but nothing happens

- so he just… gently and awkwardly pats his head until Zuko wakes up

- and Zuko is like… wat u doin there bro

- and Sokka is like… just patting ur head to wake you from a nightmare bro

- and they awkwardly just mumble and go back to their beds

- but Zuko is smiling a lot because someone who’s not his family or a family friend really cares about him

- after that, Zuko slowly starts opening up to all of them, but Sokka especially 

- he never really tells them about being cast out and burned tho

- until one day he kinda casually slings it into a convo all fast and awkwardly

- it’s just Toph, Aang and Sokka there

- Toph yells so WHAATTT so loudly and just metalbends the whole fridge into a clump in rage

- Aang cries lmao but he tries to hide to and be supportive and not awkward

- Sokka is kinda quiet, but he carefully asks about it that night when they’re in their beds, and they talk a little about it

- Aang tells Katara (with permission) and she awkwardly, but wholeheartedly tells him that he can always talk to her

- they do that «awkward sibling hug» from Gravity Falls after

- *hugs stiffly* «pat, pat»

- but okay, Toph and metalbending when angry, it happens quite a lot 

- this was the first time it was the fridge, but the toaster, the microwave, and several other appliances have met the same fate

- everyone is kinda used to it now, and she always replaces it

- except Zuko, who’s still kinda new to them all

- but what are you supposed to say when your new friends is so outraged by the abuse you went through that they crush a whole ass fridge?

- it actually reminds him that he’s cared for here, by these people who owe him nothing, and is not related to him, and it makes him a little dizzy to have people care this way

- he casually mentions it to his Uncle Iroh the time he’s in at work, that his new friend is a metalbender and squashed their whole fridge when she was pissed on his behalf

- Iroh is thrilled

- to the point of offering Toph a job lmao

- Toph, desperate to cut of as much ties with her family and be as self-sufficient as possible, agrees

- and now Iroh have two formerly rich kids with no clue about any sort of customer service and basic stuff like that working for him

- Toph is a hard worker tho, and she and Zuko work surprisingly well together

- Katara is a little relived, because the more those two work, the less are the chances of either of them trying to cook or do too many chores around their apartment

- they mean well, or, Zuko does, but he does so much dumb shit when trying to help lmao

- Sokka starts spending a lot of time over at The Jasmine Drago too

- Aang is still trying to keep the fact that Sokka likes Zuko a secret, but he is having trouble

- Katara is his biggest weakness, and now they’re suddenly alone with her a lot

- someone else who could always read Sokka really well is Suki

. whom he used date in high school, but they parted as friends and everything s cool

- but Sokka is a little taken aback when she comes into The Jasmine Dragon one day, hand in hand with Sokka’s childhood crush obsession, Yue

- for the first time in man’s memory, Sokka is a little speechless

- and Suki’s like “lmao dude I haven’t seen you like this since the first time you saw Zu-”

- cue Zuko popping out behind them like “WELCOME TO THE JASMINE DRAGON FRIENDS OF SOKKA :D”

- Sokka is so fucking red, poor boy is just about having an aneurism at this point

- but luckily something happens and Zuko gets distracted

- Suki is having the time of her life tho, Sokka always used to tease her for her crushes before and after they dated, and suddenly, here they are

- at the apartment, Aang decides they need some apartment traditions

- they’ve been living there for almost three months, after all

- so he decides that weekly movie nights are mandatory

- so are pillowforts

- Katara is actually really excited for it, she loves all things cozy and fall-like

- also… she is weak for Aang, y’all, and she loves seeing him all excited

- Zuko barely knows what a pillowfort is, he didn’t think real people actually made it

- but imagine these dorks in a pillowfort with hot chocolate and lot’s of pillows

- Toph claims that she thinks it’s soo dumb, but she will always make sit in the middle of the group all wrapped in her blanket and laughing when the others jump and get spooked from the horror movies Sokka always wants to watch

- and she will make sure the fort is right and perfect lmao

- Zuko is a little awkward about it at first, but he likes it too

- Sokka always manages to plop in next to Zuko lmao

- they haven’t talked about the head patting incident yet, but Zuko is def starting to feel the butterflies

- one time after a movie night Sokka falls asleep on Zuko’s shoulder, after the others have left for the night

- Zuko can’t resist waking him up with awkward head pats similar to the one Sokka used on him

- Sokka thinks he died and went to heaven lmao

- but then he fully wakes and sees Zuko’s shit eating grin and can’t help but laugh at the whole thing

- and Zuko has his “oh no he’s hot beautiful and I really adore him” moment

#I think about this AU a lot tbh #avatar the last airbender #zukka #modern zukka #zuko #kataang #sokka #modern atla #modern gaang #katara #aang #modern kataang #katara x aang #Aang x katara #Zuko x sokka #sokka x suki #suki x yue #yueki #modern yueki #yue #suki #yue x suki #iroh #mai #ty lee #azula #modern iroh #modern Gaang headcanons #Modern ATLA headcanons #atla headcanons

[ghostwise]

not a homecoming, but something like it

There are two men arguing in front of her home.

This is a nuisance, but not an uncommon one. Her neighbors are colorful and loud, so she’s used to people being in her way. Gente estorbosa. Normally she would’ve simply pushed past them to get to her gate. However, these are no neighbors of hers, and that makes her hesitate.

The two men are not speaking Antivan, but she knows enough languages to follow along, even with the street’s lively background chatter.

“This is a mistake,” one of them says.

“At least it’ll be in character, then,” the other replies.

Adelmar shifts the grocery basket on her hip, waiting. They’ll move on their own soon enough, she suspects. Or perhaps they’ll notice her and confront her for eavesdropping. Oh! Then they’d get an earful.

“I am being serious. Why would she remember me, hm?”

“You remember her.”

“That doesn’t mean anything—”

“I think it means more than you expected it to. I think that’s why you’re trying to back out at the last minute.”

Adelmar is not sure what the men are arguing about. She’d assumed their relationship to be contentious but now the shorter of the two steps close to his companion, looping an arm around his waist in an unmistakably supportive and affectionate gesture.

“If you really think this is a mistake, then let’s go, vhenan.”

Neither of them moves.

Adelmar clears her throat. Fascinating as the conversation is, she doesn’t have all day. She has dinner to get started, and her basket is getting heavy.

They turn to look at her, and she drops everything.

Tinned coffee and spices, parcels of lamb, and oranges, which roll out across the cobbled street.

“¿Zevran?” Adelmar’s voice is uncertain. She never expected to speak that name again, but those eyes and that hair…

“Zevran… Chivito. No puedo creerlo.”

The man Zevran is with has begun to pick up her groceries, although somewhat haphazardly, dropping one orange for every three he grabs. “You see?” he calls out, darting after a can and swiping it before it gets rolled over by a cart. “I knew she’d recognize you!”

And Zevran, the little boy she’d read stories to in the brothel, the same brown eyes, just taller, smiles at her like she’s singing a song and he’s in her lap again.

The scene, with all its noise and shouting in the background, and fruit rolling this way and that, feels briefly absurd. Is she imagining this? She has to make sure. She needs to just look at him. Stepping across a gap of decades (but it’s really only a few feet), she reaches for Zevran. She touches his face. Notices his tattoo. Frowns.

“Ay,” she murmurs, removing her hand. It is him.

He bursts out laughing.

“Qué gusto me da verte.”

Close by and with the biggest smile, Hamal Mahariel watches, holding the basket with all the groceries Adelmar has dropped.

It had come up in conversation, casually, a few days earlier. They had been investigating a mark, and Zevran, in the midst of planning and preparing, mentioned, “You know, I grew up near here.”

Hamal blinked. Sometimes he suspected that growing up meant something different for Zevran than it did for him. Did he mean he’d become a Crow here, just thirteen when he’d first killed?

When asked to clarify Zevran gestured at the map before them. He pointed a finger just a few centimeters from their present location.

“Rialto. I lived there before the Crows… acquired me.”

“Mm,” Hamal said, mulling it over. It was always a careful balance on his part to gauge whether it was alright to press for information, or better to let Zevran share at his own pace. But he was curious. Zevran seldom spoke of his early years.

“I’d love to see it, if you’re up to visiting,” he said finally.

“Perhaps. If we have time.” Zevran smiled warmly at him. “But really, amor, the place means very little to me. I have no childhood home, unless you count the brothel my mother worked at. I had no family. No friends. None that would remember me, anyway.”

Then why bring it up? Hamal wondered.

“Consider it a sentimental request from your husband,” he said.

Zevran rolled up the map quietly. He planted a quick kiss on Hamal’s cheek.

“That, I can do.”

  Adelmar’s home is small and welcoming, with a tiny patio separating the living area from the kitchen and washroom. Her husband is away for a few days. Her children, grown and gone. She has all the time in the world. She wants to hear everything.

“How did you find me?” she asks, looking at Zevran with wonder. A part of her still can’t believe he’s here.

“We happened to be in Rialto. I… asked around.”

“You went to El milagro,” Adelmar guesses.

Zevran gestures noncommittally.

“I haven’t been there for years and years. It feels like a lifetime ago. I’m surprised anyone remembered, or knew enough to send you my way,” she said. “I’m surprised you looked for me at all…”

Adelmar takes a deep breath. She’s stirring up memories—old thoughts and feelings, few of them pleasant, otherwise she would find it nostalgic.

Quickly, she catches herself and shakes off the gloom. She sets a hand on Zevran’s shoulder.

“But I’m glad you did. I really am so happy to see you. Look at how you’ve grown.”

“I wasn’t sure if I should come,” Zevran admits. “My husband convinced me. He’s nosy. It is why I keep him around.”

He chances a glance at Hamal, who is staying well out of the way. His Antivan still being rather rusty, he’s left Zevran and Adelmar to their conversation, and is currently helping chop vegetables for a stew.

“Well I’m glad for that,” Adelmar says, looking between the two men and beaming. Little Zevran—at her kitchen table and married no less!

“I never forgot you, Zevran,” she tells him. “If I had moved a little faster, saved a little more money, I would have left and brought you with me. You were so smart. You were always moving, running around, playing. In the end, it seems we both escaped to better circumstances,” she says finally, closing her eyes and sighing.

“Thank the Maker,” Zevran adds solemnly. Adelmar smiles, pleased at his manners.

“I’m so glad you’re doing well. So tell me,” she scoots closer and looks at him eagerly, “What sort of life did you have, after you were adopted?”

“Adopted?”

By the kitchen counter, Hamal catches the subtle edge in Zevran’s tone. He pauses, holding the knife in his hand as a lull falls over the kitchen table, but he doesn’t know enough Antivan to guess what’s happened.

What’s happened is this: Zevran and Adelmar came from the same place, and know enough about that life to instantly understand that a lie has been told.

“Oh,” Adelmar breathes after a moment. “You… you weren’t adopted.”

Zevran lets out a laugh. It’s his ‘stalling’ laugh, and now Hamal is looking over, arms crossed, searching his face for clues.

“I was not adopted,” he says. “But do not trouble yourself over that.” Then, smoothly redirecting, he gets up and locks eyes with Hamal.

“Shall I boil some water?” he asks, switching out of Antivan.

The tense moment is gone. Hamal nods, glancing at Adelmar. “I’ll start the fire.”

  There’s a reason why the kitchen is kept apart from the rest of the house. While the soup simmers, they bring their visit to the adjacent patio, where a cool breeze offers relief. Tree branches from the outside—from a tamarind tree growing in the street—have stretched out over the wall and blessed Adelmar’s patio with shade and fruit.

Hamal makes a face when he tastes it. Glancing at Zevran, he holds his gaze and waits just long enough to make it clear he’s less than partial to the flavor.

“So delicious, vhenan.”

Zevran laughs. “Wait until you try it in drink form.”

“If you make it, I am sure I will enjoy it.”

Adelmar, knowing she’s touched upon a shared hurt between her and Zevran, makes up for it by talking about anything else. She is particularly interested in their wedding, and is scandalized when she hears they’ve only been married a few weeks.

“I missed it!” she exclaims.

“It was quite sudden, my friend,” Zevran says, as if there’d been a chance of her attending. “Spontaneous. Just the two of us. Very romantic.”

Hamal taps the handcrafted silver band around his ring finger. He gestures at Zevran. “Él lo hizo,” he says in the most accented Antivan ever. “Muy, muy… bello.”

Dinner is delicious. Despite some language barriers, their conversation is easy and effortless. It’s also, intentionally, vague. Adelmar learns that they met in Ferelden, that they’re on an important journey, and that the journey is a dangerous one.

Most importantly, she also learns that Zevran’s heart has survived its rocky passage into adulthood, whole, if not unscathed. The core of the little boy she’d known in the brothel is there, even if he himself does not realize it. It brings her immense comfort.

The visit ends all too quickly, and though she asks them to stay the night, she isn’t surprised when they decline.

“Thank you for your hospitality,” Hamal tells Zevran, who relays the message to Adelmar.

“You and Hamal are welcome, always,” Adelmar assures him. “Will you visit again?”

“If it is less dangerous,” Zevran says. “We were not followed here. But repeated visits might be difficult. Risky.”

“I understand. Not right away, then. When you can. We still have so much to talk about.”

“I would like that,” Zevran agrees.

They share one last hug, the three of them, and Adelmar watches them slip into the night.

  “I need to brush up on my Antivan,” Hamal says. “But I enjoyed meeting her.”

“She liked you a lot,” Zevran says, smiling. Hamal laughs.

“You talked about me?”

“Of course. I had to show you off.” He winks at him. Then, with a soft intake of breath, Zevran looks away with his brow furrowed, the lines of his tattoo tense.

“… They told her I’d been adopted. All these years, and she had no idea. I’m almost sorry she had to find out otherwise.”

They’ve traveled for hours, leaving the city behind. Bright points of light shine overhead. The night sky of Antiva smells of jasmine and the distant sea.

“That’s awful,” Hamal says, looking at him.

“What a farce,” Zevran says bitterly. “Just like everything the Crows do. Operating in the open, but hidden from view. Buying children and lives while people look the other way.” Earnestly, his brown eyes black in the dark, he shakes his head. “It must end. It must.”

Hamal touches the lines of his tattoo, calloused fingers grounding him.

“Ma nuvenin, Zevran Arainai. It will.”

~

A short piece to introduce my OC, Adelmar Provencio. If you ever read my WIP For Suffering is Such a Part, you’ve met her through flashbacks already. While I love the idea of Zevran taking down the Crows alone, please consider, Zevran taking down the Crows with the support of a community, strengthened by the bonds he’s made in his life...

Adelmar plays a further role in the story, so hopefully I can write more for her!

#dragon age #zevran arainai #mahariel #zevran x warden #rinnywrites #oc: hamal mahariel #oc: adelmar provencio

[lindalofbroome]

24 - Confronting

‘It was not an easy decision to return to Del, Sharn,’ he said gently. ‘My whole instinct was to continue. Then it came to me that it was Lief, Barda and Jasmine who restored the Belt of Deltora, and that they did it alone, without our help or protection.’

Sharn’s eyes were blinded with tears. ‘You are saying that we should trust them.’

‘I am saying that we must trust them,’ said Doom. ‘Our place, our task, is here—especially now. All we can do is keep faith. And wish Lief, Barda and Jasmine well, wherever they may be.

The Isle of Illusion //  Ch 14 Leap of Faith

this scene is so intense for so many reasons. amarantz revealed as the saboteur. the brain worm. jasmine and co are about to enter the dome... but the thing i want to talk about is how doom made the decision to turn around and go home. that this man decided ‘you know what? interfering for my own self assurance is not worth it. the most valuable thing i can do right now is to trust them and leave them be.’ and then he did just that. it gets me every time.

‘I think he is a man who rarely trusts. Yet he trusted us. Now he fears that he was foolish to do so, for we would not trust him in return.’      - Lief, Shifting Sands // Ch 12 No Choice

you’re telling me this man, a man notorious for his distrust, the man who tentatively trusted the trio because there was a chance their goal aligned with his, the man spreading the word of and watching for shapeshifting monsters, the man who made a secret back-up plan in a last-ditch effort to save his country against an oppressive force,,, youre telling me this man stopped, and he made the decision to turn around and go home based on trust? imagine the willpower it took to turn his back on the os-mine hills and march right back home, lindal and steven in tow.

this chapter title is also one that sticks out to me especially. i don’t remember most of them off the top of my head, (i am a sucker for ‘The Bees’ naturally, and any of the character chapter titles, like at the end of star there’s one named after mab and she just unleashes the force of her personality) but 'Leap of Faith’ is one that particularly means a lot to me. it’s not just about the trio swinging across the opal cavern on the hope that they will be able to pass through the dome, that they had to have faith in the plan, the key virtue of their people. but it is also about doom’s leap of faith. the will and trust and faith it took for him to confront his natural inclinations, his default behaviour in response to shadow lord spies, to betrayal, to surviving. better wrong then dead, right?

i imagine that when doom knew that lief and co were journeying underground, he stood there, gazing at the hills. he is a man used to authority, used to leading, used to power. he is used to being the one in the know, the one used to being obeyed, the one calling the shots.

He wants to keep us by him. The three-day test is an excuse—something the others in the cavern will accept and understand. He wants to know what we are up to. He hopes that after this we will tell him.      The Maze of the Beast // Ch 5 Friend or Foe?

Why did Doom want them so close to Del, and their greatest danger? Because Withick Mire is a Resistance stronghold, the voice of suspicion whipsered in his head. Because there, Doom’s word is law.      Return to Del // Ch 4 The Seven Tribes

Doom, the mysterious, scar-faced leader of the Resistance in the time of the Shadow Lord. Doom, the stern, solitary traveller. Doom the ruthless one, who still held the ruffians of Deltora in the palm of his hand.      Dragon’s Nest // Ch 4 Act of Faith

‘There are only three curious things about this letter that I can see. [...] The third is that, again for once, he has managed to regrain from giving us any orders or advice!’      - Barda, Isle of the Dead // Ch 12 Surprises

but here,,,, doom has to confront his suspicious and controlling nature in order to come to the conclusion that leaving lief be is the best course of action for him. and i think the trust he is showing here is significant to his person, to his healing, to his growth. that he was able to overcome his nature out of a sense of love, perhaps. expressing himself was not a useful skill in the time of the shadow lord and, after his whole life was stolen by amnesia and having to live an almost empty life fueled by revenge, it was something he had to relearn. 

maybe, letting go of the reins, easing up and not being overbearing, was him trying to express that he does care about the people questing beneath the ground. holding another person was too tender for a gruff man like himself, and totally out of character according to those around him. his tongue would tie itself in knots whenever he tried to speak his feelings. he probably didn’t even know them well enough to figure out a meaningful gift for them. he was still working on expressing his affection, but he was growing to love them without a doubt.

he cared about the son of his nursemaid, whose hearty laugh reminded him of her, who was practical, and who was difficult to best. he was also not fond of big displays of affection, putting them on the same page. they understood each other to a certain degree because they shared so much in common.

he cared about the son of his best friend, whose tender compassion reminded him of him, who was determined, and who was hardworking. the boy was the opposite to himself, yet they got the same things done and thats when doom knew that there were things to learn from the boy. the boy was emotional and wore his heart on his sleeve and it put him so on edge because the boy seemed so vulnerable, but doom was surprised to see how it strengthened him instead. he wanted to mirror the boys shameless love, but he didn’t know how. not yet.

and he cared about his daughter, whose passion mirrored his own, whose eyes sparkled like her mother’s, whose willpower knew no bounds. and he had only known her for a year or two. she was a stranger, but she was so, so familiar. she was calm within stressful situations, but unafraid to release her passionate words as they formed, like him. she was ready to fight for what she believed in, like him. she would do anything for her friends, for her king, like him. they were so similar, yet he could never find the words he wanted when he was with her. when was the last time he had spoken with her at all? too far to tell. what would she do, if she were here? what would she declare?

she’d ask what she could do, if she didn’t know anything of the situation. and indeed what could she do from so far behind, what could she do that wouldn’t make it worse? she’d ask whether it was worth wearing herself out trying to catch up, travelling through the unknown. she’d ask whether there was something else she could do that would be more useful.

he probably didn’t realise he was standing there, staring and yearning for the hills, until lindal called his name. then tearing his eyes away, he turned to his companions and said something of being needed in del, as if it wasn’t the hardest thing he could say. they were his friends during the shadow lord occupation. they weren’t fools. but they followed him home without a word.

the fact that doom could let go, that he allowed some things to stay out of his reach, is a so significant to healing from the trauma of almost ten years on his own with not even an idea of who he was as a person. he started to bend the bars of his cage, built maybe out of cautious self-preservation or maybe a dreaded fear of what would happen if he didn’t act, and he was one step closer to reclaiming his life, rebuilding himself. he would never be the same again, but he could build up a life, fill it with fond memories, and be his own person again, separate from some righteous cause.

he wasn’t doom, the face of resistance against tyranny. he was just doom, a man. 

#roddacember 2021 #roddacember #lyn's roddacember prompts #emily rodda #roddaverse #deltora quest #doom of the hills #doom of del #digital art #character art #fan art #postlyn #postlyn art #// #lyn: im just gonna do a quick sketch so i can post before midnight #also lyn: what if i just rant about doom for way too long and then it's 2am 🤡🤡 #(i ended up going to bed to finish it up now) #ANYWAY EVERYONE IM LOSING #IM LOSING MY ABSOLUTE MIND #BECAUSE I DIDNT REALIES UNTIL I SILHOUETTED DOOM'S FACE AND DREW HIS SCAR THAT #THAT THE WAY I DRAW HIS SCAR #LIKE IM PRETTY SURE IT SAYS SOMEWHERE ''JAGGED SCAR'' AND IVE ROLLED WITH THAT #IVE HDA SOME RATIONALE FOR WHY BUT ALSO IT'S SO VAGUE DONT EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT #ANYWAY #HIS SCAR #GUYS JUST TURN IT 90 DEGREES CLOCKWISE #💀💀 #IT'S THE BIGGEST COINCIDENCE BUT ALSO [kronk: it's all coming together]

[melzula]

Refined Taste

pairing: Zuko x Princess!reader

notes: an anon requested some more Iroh and Princess content so I delivered hehe

~ part of the fire lilies series ~

The soft whistle of the boiling tea pot is a welcomed sound that brings you a great sense of peace and comfort as you work in the kitchen of the Jasmine Dragon. Few customers occupy the shop as they sit and chat over cups of tea and mini cakes— a limited time only delicacy curtesy of the Chief of the Southern Water Tribe— and with a lull in the crowd after a very busy day at work, you’re happy to spend your free time chatting away with Iroh.

Today marked the fourth day of Zuko’s much needed slumber, so while you waited for him to wake you spent your time revisiting old friends and places in Ba Sing Se. You said hello to Miss Tai and bought three new dresses to help support her small business, you went out for a pleasant lunch date with Jin, and, something you were admittedly embarrassed about doing, you spent your evenings wistfully gazing out your window in hopes of spotting the Blue Spirit. It was odd being back in the place that held some of your happiest and some of your darkest memories, but you loved it all the same. During the day you made sure to check on Zuko as he slept, and when your presence was no longer needed you made yourself useful by helping Iroh run the Jasmine Dragon.

The events that had occurred in Yu Dao had almost been disastrous, but with the help of Katara and the residents of the colony Aang was finally able to see that Zuko had been right all along. You stayed on the sidelines just as you had told Zuko you would, it wasn’t your place to interfere, but now that things had settled and King Kue was willing to negotiate you would be attending the meeting as a representative for the South and to offer any aid you could. However, such a council could not take place until Zuko awoke, and so you found yourself in the company of Uncle Iroh.

“I don’t even want to imagine what my nephew’s life would be like without your courage and support,” Iroh says over the boiling water. “Thank you again for bringing him to me, y/n. Spirits know he wouldn’t have come on his own, he’s too stubborn.”

“Well, I did have some help from Aang,” you admit with a quiet laugh, “but you don’t need to thank me. I love Zuko, and I’ll always look out for his best interests.”

“So you’ve proven time and time again. He is lucky to have you, you know. Very lucky.”

“Thank you, Uncle,” you smile, gazing down bashfully at the sleeves of your dress. “But Zuko’s also lucky to have you.”

“He is lucky to have both of us. I mean, we are an excellent team,” Iroh says with a wink. Your shared laughter quiets at the sound of careful footsteps making their way into the room, and you feel your heart swell with love and adoration at the sight of a sleepy Zuko standing in the kitchen doorway.

“Well, look who finally decided to wake up!”

“Hi sleepyhead,” you say with a smile, rising from your seat to meet him halfway. Zuko is grateful for your touch as you rest a hand upon his cheek and press your lips against his own in a delicate kiss. You taste of honey and ginger, your intoxicating scent of fire lilies invading his senses, and though Zuko wishes he could kiss you with fervency, he settles for one last lingering kiss before finally parting from you; making out in front of his Uncle is something he’d rather not do, so he composes himself.

“How are you feeling?” Iroh asks, watching with an amused smile on his face as you and Zuko immediately cling to each other. Your arms wind around one another and hold each other close, and the love you share is enough to warm the old man’s heart. Yes, Zuko is in very good hands.

“Better,” Zuko notes faintly, “but tired.”

“I’ll make you a nice cup of green tea to wake you up a bit,” the man says as he immediately gets to work.

“Let’s go sit down,” you suggest, taking Zuko’s hand and guiding him towards one of the empty tables in the shop. He seats himself with a yawn and smiles gratefully as you take off your warm shawl and drape it over his shoulders before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Hungry? There’s still some mini cakes left over.”

“Are there any strawberry cakes?” He asks with a meek smile.

“But of course! What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t make my boyfriend his favorite kind of mini cakes? I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you,” Zuko calls after your retreating form, hearts in his eyes as he watches you disappear behind the curtains. Would it be selfish of him to ask you to be his Fire Lady right now?

Iroh leaves the kitchen with a pot of tea just as you walk in to fetch Zuko his cake. You make sure to grab the one with the most strawberries and extra frosting, the way he likes it, and set it neatly onto a plate before returning to your beloved. Aang is now seated across from him, and so you say nothing as you place his food before him and sit down beside Zuko.

“—Since Roku’s my past life, in a way you’re my family, Zuko. And no matter how hard I’ve tried, I’ve never been able to detach myself from those sorts of bonds,” Aang laments. “It’s a flaw, I know, but it’s one I’ve decided to accept, for this life at least.”

“You’re not the one who’s flawed, Aang,” Zuko sighs. “Why can’t the struggle get easier for me? Even just a little? Sometimes I wonder how long I’ll last.”

He doesn’t meet your gaze when the confession leave his lips, but the way in which Zuko reaches over and tightly grabs hold of your hand is enough. Your heart breaks at his words and you desperately wish you could ease his pain and worries, but you know that being here by his side is enough for now. And you’ll be by his side whenever he needs you to be.

“You know, in that dream, a woman stood with us on that mountaintop watching from the shadows. I think she was my mother...”

“Sometimes, dreams are the way a person’s spirit reveals the answer to his own problems,” Iroh notes wisely. Then, with a humorous smile on his face, “but, then again, sometimes they are just the result of eating spicy food before going to bed.”

“Maybe finding my mother would connect me to a part of my heritage that isn’t so murky and confusing,” Zuko notes thoughtfully. “Maybe then I’d finally find peace. I’ve never told anyone this, but right after I became Fire Lord I sent out search party after search party looking for her. I even hired June and her shirshu. They all came back empty handed. What can I do now that I haven already tried?”

“It’s a new world, Zuko. You need to take some new risks,” Aang says wisely.

“We all do,” you agree, your mind already beginning to drift elsewhere as you calculate how long you can stay away from home without being missed too much.

“Speaking of risks,” Iroh cuts in with a smile as he presents three glass of odd looking to your trio, “why don’t you all try this brand-new beverage I invented?”

“What is it?” You ask curiously, taking the glass Zuko hands to you and swirling the odd looking balls at the bottom of it with your straw.

“Well first, I cook tapioca balls until they’re soft and tender. Then I put them in the tea, where they sit like little pearl-sized snacks at the bottom of each cup! Add a little milk and— ta-da!— a revolution in tea is born!”

Zuko and Aang share uneasy glances with each other before slowly taking sips from their glasses only to immediately cringe the moment the tapioca balls hit their their tongues.

“What is that trying to sneak into my mouth?!” Zuko exclaims after promptly spitting out the pearls.

“Wow,” Aang chuckles nervously, “I’ve never had tea that’s quite so... chewy.”

“It seems I am a man ahead of my time,” Iroh says sadly, his eyes casted downward to the floor. However, the noisy sound of a straw directs all attention towards the smiling Princess and interrupts his bout of sadness. Oblivious to the gazes of your friends set upon you, you happily suck the last of your tea from the glass until it’s completely empty. It’s only once your drink is gone do you finally notice the strange looks sent your way by Zuko and Aang.

“What?” You retort with furrowed brows. “It’s really good.”

“Finally, someone with taste!” Iroh exclaims happily at your praise. “It appears I am a revolutionary after all.”

“You actually like that stuff?” Zuko says flabbergasted.

“It’s just tea, but different,” you shrug, grinning when Zuko hands you his leftover drink to finish for him. “However, the only thing I would add is some ice. It tastes better cold.”

“Genius!” The tea maker compliments, watching in awe as you bend ice cubes of your own to plop into the glass. “Y/n, you must come to the Jasmine Dragon more often, I could use your refined taste.”

“‘Refined’ is a strong word,” Zuko murmurs only for you to elbow his side. “Ow! What did I say?”

“I’d be happy to, Uncle,” you say with a sweet smile.

“I think I know who the new favorite is,” Aang jokes only for Zuko to roll his eyes. However, he can’t help the smile that grows on his face as he watches you and his Uncle interact together. It was safe to say you hadn’t made a good impression on his sister or his father, but the only thing Zuko really cared about was his Uncle, and from what he could see the two of you were like peas in a pod. Faintly, Zuko wondered if you would be the same way with his mother.

“What are you thinking about?” You whisper to the Fire Lord, immediately taking notice of his far off look.

“About you,” Zuko admits to your surprise, “and how much I love you. And how I’m really glad you’re here.”

Heat spreads its way across your face and you smile bashfully at his profession, resting your head upon his shoulder as you converse with Aang. Though Zuko hates to keep you away from home longer than you need to be, he knows he’ll need your help with something else. But before he can ask you, there’s one person he still needs to see before he can begin his next journey.

He needs to talk to Azula.

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[hangekitty]

Tea for 3

Erwin x Levi x gn!Reader Headcanons

Scenario: the three of you decide to open up a tea shop together

Warnings: none!

Genre: fluff! Polyamory

Universe: Modern AU!

A/N: it’s a little short, but it’s definitely sweet. These headcanons have been on my mind a LOT and I just had to write them down. I feel like I mostly write polyamory stuff (even my private work is like 70% polyamory) but I am working on monogamous relationship stories as we speak! Should I keep writing polyamory? 🤔

First of all, it was Levi’s idea to open up a tea shop, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. He had first brought it up out of curiosity to see what you or Erwin thought. It wasn’t brought up again till Erwin found a little shop that was up for sale, to which Levi pretended not to be excited; in truth, if Levi was better at expressing himself he would have been jumping up and down with pure happiness.

Levi will probably need some convincing to actually go for this opportunity. I can see him being a little insecure as to whether he deserves such a chance at this; so hearing the two of you, the people he loves most, give him so much affection and encouragement he couldn’t refuse.

You three spend long nights together designing the interior and exterior of the tea shop; going for a sleek botanical look with a hint of rustic charm.

You were the creative of the three, designing the logo and even the menu; Erwin would be like 😧 being super impressed with your talents. He is very good with his hands in the DIY department, but can barely draw a stick figure!

You decide to call the tea shop Ackerman & Co. (as much as Levi tried to argue against it, it is of course his dream and thought it would be a lovely gesture of yours and Erwin’s love towards him). Needless to say, Levi loved your reasoning and eventually accepted it.

The three of you visiting the store before buying it, Erwin ever so vigilant with his questions. From “Is there a persistent mould problem” to “are the neighbours noisy?”

Luckily it seems things are perfect, the store is located just off the high streets but close enough to attract some wandering customers. A little detail I would like to add is that the store is close to a cathedral and one of Levi’s favourite things to do (especially at night) is to open a window and listen out to the bell chimes.

“Is it big enough for your bed?” The answer to that is yes! As you insisted that the three of you share a King size bed (although Levi doesn’t sleep that often as it is, he still enjoys the company) you worry that the living space may not be enough. Don’t worry, Erwin sized out the place; he measured the entire flat above the shop out with only a measuring tape.

You ask Miche, Hange and Moblit for help when it comes to building up the tea shop! From painting to decorating, Hange goes a little overboard with the plants, but it only adds to the charm. “Who the hell is going to water all of these?” Levi groaned, “don’t worry love, I will” you reassure him, he will of course make you keep a diary so you can keep an eye out and record watering times!

Erwin insists on adding a bookshelf into the shop; this means that customers can read whilst they are there, even setting up a weekly book club! You also suggest keeping a spot out for a book exchange, keeping an on-going flow of new content for the regular customers.

Before you officially open the shop, Kutchel (Levi’s mum) visits with a gift; it is a large kettle decorated with a giant green bow to ‘baptise’ the place (also came with a bouquet of flowers because she is a sweetheart). “I am so proud of you baby”

Levi won’t cry, but he’ll cry

Let me just say, Kutchel adores the two of you and is so proud and glad that Levi has people in his life who adore him as much as his mother does (although initially explaining polyamory to her was a challenge, she just didn’t understand at first! But she supports and loves you once she grasped the concept!)

The first day of opening was BUSY. Little did you three know, but Hange had invited EVERYONE they knew and even going up to people in the streets to come to the opening.

The most confident was Erwin, he was the main spokesperson in announcing your new place. Levi barely spoke, mostly to contain himself from just crying out of happiness. So to keep his strength, he will hold onto your hand all night, giving it tender squeezes if he started to feel overwhelmed.

Levi would be the manager, mainly working on the teas and coffee orders, Erwin is most definitely the baker, making muffins and cookies and all sorts! You were the waiter/waitress but you also had your hand in baking and/or tea making when it was needed!

You put up a message board in the main room so that customers and/or friends and family can leave post-it-notes on the board. Most of the notes you get are compliments of the establishment, but you will get the occasional “I love Erwin/Levi/Y/N” notes from your loved ones; those notes you keep up forever. - if ever you get any missing cat posters, Levi will make it his mission to look for said cat.

Levi insists on getting WIFI, but Erwin annoyingly will point out the large bookcase, stating that books are enough. He does eventually give in, but will purposefully set the password annoyingly long and complicated for the sake of being petty. The password would look something like L1v1nYNrmYl0vr$

You notice that Levi spends more time in bed with you three! He has definitely settled down a lot more, feeling so much joy that his dream came to light. You and Erwin of course enjoy the extra person to cuddle in bed.

Frequent visits from your friends, Hange will bring their laptop into the cafe to finish their thesis or other scientific reports; they would quite literally spend all day there and will sleep on the sofa if they could get away with it. - you do at least have a spare bedroom so if Hange stays too late, they have a place to sleep.

Levi putting out cat food for the local strays, a cute little quirk you only started noticing when a dozen cats were lined up outside the back entrance of the store.

The tea shop will of course be successful, so Levi decides to experiment and start his own line of teas. Starting off with the basic breakfast and earl greys and then into the fruity and herbal teas. Once he got his customers approval and satisfaction, he then sells the tea bags (and loose tea leaves) to customers to take home. He calls his tea ‘Teas of Freedom’ (like wings of freedom lmao) which become very popular.

GLASS TEAPOTS; you get to see the water change into beautiful colours once the teas infuse. The most popular being the jasmine tea where the flower blooms when the hot water is applied; Erwin’s face lights up EVERY TIME Levi prepares this kind of tea.

Can you imagine Levi’s face when someone comes in and asks for a Starbuck’s like order, he would be like “HUH???” But don’t worry, you step in and take the order effortlessly; Levi is a tea man, coffee is somewhat a foreign concept to him.

On quiet days, Erwin will come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, whispering sweet nothing into your ear and rocks you side to side. This man is so in love with you. He does this to Levi but not as often...mostly because even on not so busy days Levi is busy.

Imagine catching quick little kisses whilst its busy, hugging is one thing but a quick kiss on the cheek is honestly so cute; Levi would 100% get distracted and a lot more clumsy if you plant a forehead kiss on him whilst he’s preparing tea.

EEEEP I hope you enjoyed it!! I love EURI as it is, but being a x reader it meant I got an excuse to write them!

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June 17: Chengxian 💜🖤💕

childhood friends to lovers/QPPs, ace Jiang Cheng, bi & aro Wei Wuxian, modern AU

(A/N: If you're wondering about a certain other someone, he will have a wonderful, full life of his own in Suzhou in this AU but is not in this story. 💙 There are some brief mentions of offscreen ace-antagonism, not by anyone we know.)

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Jiang Cheng had been Wei Ying's best friend in the whole world for his entire life.

Okay. Well, not quite his entire life, but certainly since Wei Ying’s parents moved to California when he was little little, which was about as far back as Wei Ying could remember anyway. Wei Ying’s baba and Jiang Cheng’s baba had grown up in Wuhan together and been best friends when they were kids, so naturally, when Wei Ying’s family moved into the same neighborhood as the Jiangs, it made perfect sense for Wei Ying and Jiang Cheng to become best friends too.

It was Jiang Cheng who had taught Wei Ying that he didn't have to be afraid of dogs, by introducing him to Princess, Jasmine, and Lil' Love. Lil' Love lived up to her name, coming and quietly sitting in all her fluffy glory on Wei Ying’s lap every time he went over to play.

It was also Jiang Cheng who Wei Ying got drunk with for the first time. They snuck booze from the cabinet where Wei Ying’s parents kept it and laughed at the faces each other made with every shot until they stopped tasting the harsh burn, and then laughing more just because.

(Wei Ying’s mom had not laughed, not at the time, when the two teens had been sick as anything the next morning, but instead made them a gloriously greasy late breakfast and gave them lots of advice about proper hydration.

Then she told Jiang Cheng’s mom and let her scold them.)

It was Jiang Cheng who came out first, their first semester in college, when he told Wei Ying he didn't think he wanted to have sex with anyone, ever, and asked if Wei Ying thought that meant no one would ever want to date him. Wei Ying hugged him tight and told him he didn't know about everyone out there, but he knew Jiang Cheng was the best guy in the world and would be an awesome boyfriend, and he'd fight anyone who said differently.

Jiang Cheng found a group on campus for third culture LBGT kids, and Wei Ying went with him, as a supportive ally.

Which was how Wei Ying figured out that he was not just a supportive ally.

In listening to the others talk about orientation and identity and attraction and cultural expectations, Wei Ying realized that what he'd always assumed was normal—finding all kinds of people physically attractive, regardless of their gender—was actually his bisexuality. So that was kind of cool.

"So yeah, now we can be queer together!" Wei Ying said, when he excitedly shared his newfound realization with Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng snorted. "Yeah, 'all' and 'nothing,'" he joked.

It was Jiang Cheng who'd helped him practice what to say to his parents when he wanted to change his major at the end of sophomore year, and Jiang Cheng who reminded him to eat and sleep and "take a fucking break, Wei Ying," those next couple semesters when he took way too many hours so he wouldn't have to rack up a whole extra year's worth of student loans to finish his new degree plan.

It was Jiang Cheng who graduated first, on a gorgeous blue-skyed sunny day in May, and Jiang Cheng who suggested Wei Ying keep living with him at his new apartment, so he wouldn't have to try to find a one-semester lease until he finished in December.

(They renewed the lease together every time.)

Jiang Cheng ribbed him playfully each time Wei Ying met someone new, but he was always there each times things fizzled out after a few months for reasons that never quite made sense to Wei Ying.

Jiang Cheng occasionally dated too, and Wei Ying was glad he never did have to fight anybody—though he did drive Jiang Cheng to the emergency room the time he came home with split knuckles from punching a guy who, "seemed to think I didn't know my own mind about certain things."

But dating sucked for everybody, right? It wasn't like Wei Ying or Jiang Cheng were in any hurry to settle down and do the whole spouse and kids thing or whatever. Wei Ying tried to imagine it and just... couldn't, though the image of Jiang Cheng with a baby was admittedly pretty cute.

~

It was not Jiang Cheng, but Jiang Yanli, a few months after she proposed to her girlfriend and they started planning their wedding, who Wei Ying finally asked, "Yanli-jie, how does a person decide someone else is their person?"

Jiang Yanli looked across the room to where Jiang Cheng was showing her soon-to-be-wife how to put side spin on a billiards ball and smiled. "I think you just know," she said. "You meet someone and you get to know them, spend time together, then one day you realize you love them and want to build the rest of your life with them."

Wei Ying wrinkled his nose. "I dunno if it works that way for me. Just some random person? I've never met anyone I can imagine wanting to live with all the time. Well, besides—huh..." he cut off suddenly and darted a look over at Jiang Yanli, who just calmly sipped her drink.

"Have you ever told him that?" she asked, after a moment where Wei Ying reassessed his entire life and dating history. "I think he might appreciate hearing it."

"I... huh. Yanli-jie, you're kinda blowing my mind here," he complained.

"I gathered," she said wryly, before fixing him with a smile that made all the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "Of course, I trust," she told him, "that I do not need to explain to you of all people how very dearly I hold my didi's happiness and well-being."

He swallowed and raised three fingers in the salute he'd used ever since the summer that—hah—he and Jiang Cheng had decided as kids that they would make their own oath of brotherhood like the heroes of their favorite show. "I, Wei Ying, swear to you that I would kick my own ass before I did anything to hurt him."

Jiang Yanli leaned over to knock her shoulder against his and nodded. "That's what I thought."

~

Turned out, dating Jiang Cheng didn't suck at all.

It felt easy in a way Wei Ying’s past dates never had, less like trying to keep up with a game whose rules everybody knew except him, more like... well, like spending time with his best friend in the whole world, but on purpose. There was also a tension in the back of Wei Ying’s mind that seemed to have lifted, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was that had gone.

It was Jiang Cheng who helped him figure it out.

"I think it's that now I'm able to count on this. On us," he said, when Wei Ying brought it up. "Before, whenever you went out with someone new, I wondered if this would be the time you'd find someone to fall in love with and leave me behind."

"Aww, Chengcheng! I would never!"

Jiang Cheng huffed and rolled his eyes, but his cheeks were pink. "Well, I know that now," he said, a pleased little smile breaking through his attempts at a scowl.

"As long as you're sure—" Wei Ying began, still getting used to thinking about himself with the word "aromantic." Still a so very sure that Jiang Cheng deserved to be fallen in love with.

"Hey!" Jiang Cheng cut him off. "None of that. I know you. And I know you don't see it this way, but I personally think it's pretty damn romantic that you choose to love me, on purpose."

"I simply have exquisite taste in life partners," Wei Ying sniffed, embarassed the way he always got when Jiang Cheng declared something he'd done "romantic."

"You do," Jiang Cheng agreed. "Someone told me a long time ago I was the best guy in the world and would make an awesome boyfriend, and that he would fight anyone who said differently."

Wei Ying laughed. "That's you and your sister I've promised to kick my own ass if I ever break your heart, then. Guess I'll just have to keep you forever."

"Damn right, you will," Jiang Cheng agreed, grinning smug and happy and breathtakingly beautiful. Wei Ying leaned across the couch to give him a sweet, closed-mouth kiss—the kind Jiang Cheng had shyly admitted he actually did like, a lot—and smiled too, at how lucky he'd gotten to be with his best friend in the whole world for his entire life.

🖤💜

Today's (extremely long!) thread was inspired by this WONDERFUL art of ace Jiang Cheng and bi & aro Wei Ying! Go give Midori some love on Twitter!

I spent a nonzero amount of time googling to double check when various terms and flags came into vogue, so if you're wondering, WWX & JC were in college in the early 2000s, before the ace and aro flags were designed. By the time they get themselves figured out, they can get their cute wristbands.

...which, yes, means these dingdongs spent about a solid decade living together before realizing that was what they wanted to do forever. 😉

This also means Jiang Yanli and her unnamed wife here are getting married between when California started recognizing same-sex marriages in 2008 and the Obergefell v. Hodges ruling in 2015! THIS SHIT'S RECENT!!!

Happy Pride, thank you for reading, check out more LGBTQIA+ sweetness on my #PrideMonthSnippets Masterpost!

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