#it's for thier future

[manwhacrossoverfamilybecauseyes]

Romour has it

"Have you heard?"

Juvelian isn't one to eavesdrop, but she just can't help herself. Aylet is talking to Hari. Their voices are very hushed and barley hearable, but Juvelian will manage.

"What?" Hari sounds very interested.

Aylet chuckles. "Apparently, Felix Heylon and Irene Padalian are dating."

Hari gasps. "No way!"

The pinkette laughs. "Yes! They are seen together a lot, and they are really touchy." Aylet leans back. "It's confirmed that Lord Felix likes someone, or so I've heard from Miss Louise."

Hari gasps again. "He does? So that means it's true?" The younger girl shrugs. "Miss Louise told me that sir Yuri told her that sir Noah overheard Irene tell Melissa that she likes Felix." The silver haird girl nods.

"My sister, Yona, told me that Irene and Felix are very close." Hari looks up. "Perhaps it's true."

Juvelian can't believe it. It can't be right? Not when Felix seeks her out all the time and always treats her nicely. Not when he smiles at her so much. Not when he looks at her in that way.

Not when he told her that he liked her.

"Juvy!" Jeanette calls out. Right, Juvelian told her she'd be gone only for a little. The silver haired girl jumps up and rushes to her brunette friends side.

Jeanette brightens up when she meets Juvelians blue eyes. "There you are! I thought you ditched me." Cayena klicks her tongue. "Us. I thought you ditched us." Jeanette corrects herself.

Cayena grabs Juvelians wrist. "Let's go, the show is about to begin!" The two girls of obelian nobility drag Juvelian to the magic department battle grounds.

Just yesterday was Juvelian super excited. Felix had asked her to cheer for him, but now all she can think of is him and Irene.

She knows that it's probably just baseless romours. The children of two very powerful families are always great to pair up after all.

But why not her? Juvelian is a princess. Felix spends most of his free time with her. She'd be perfect for the job as his girlfriend.

"It's Jeremy!" Jeanette's exited voice pulls Juvelian out of her thoughts. Right, the agriche boy is Jeanette 'boyfriend'. "Hi! Do your best!"

Cayena rolls her eyes. She obviously couldn't care less. "Even if he does his best, the chance of him winning against the helion boy is small to non at all." Says the blond.

Juvelian nods. Felix is amazing. He had mastered shape shifting magic already in his first year at the academy. That's level four magic!

"Don't be like that, Yeny! I can still cheer for him." Defends Jeanette.

Cayena rolls her eyes. "Sure, just don't cry about it when he loses."

Maybe Juvy should say something. Tell them not to fight, but she's bored, and the idea of them fighting is cheering her up just a little bit.

He eyes wander through the grandstands. She recognizes Claudia almost immediately. Next to the white-haired girl stands one with brown hair and bright golden eyes. Both seem to be chatting about something very excitedly.

"Is something wrong?" Asks Jeanette concerned. "You seem kinda out of it."

Juvelian looks onto the ground. They're her friends, she can tell them. "I heard a romour." As soon as the words leave her mouth, she feels stupid. Trusting a stupid romour with no real evidence except for the fact that Irene might like Felix. How old is she? "No, forget it."

Cayena shakes her head. "I won't. It's bothering you, right?" Juvelian nods. "Good, then tell us."

Juvelian takes in a deep breath. "Do- Would you say that me and Felix are... Well, you know..."

Both of the other girls look at each other and then shrug. "Not sure what you mean."

The silver haired girl plays with the skirt of her uniform. "Dating. Would you say we could be considered to be dating?" The cousins once again look at each other, but this time they nod.

"Yeah, it sure sounds like you are. Why?" Cayena seems interested now. She always liked drama as long as she wasn't involved.

"Like I said earlier, I heard a romour." Juvelian leans closer to the railing. "Apparently, Felix and Irene Padalian are dating... But that can't be right?

Jeanette shakes her head. "Of course not!" She pats her friends shoulder.

"Unless he's two-timing," Cayena chimes in.

Jeanette gasps and hits Cayenas shoulder. "How could you say that!"

Cayena isn't wrong. It's just that Felix isn't the type of guy to do that. He isn't. Juvelian refuses to view that as a possibility.

When Juvelian looks up, her eyes meet those of Irene. The brunette smiles before looking back at Claudia.

A pang of jealousy bubbles up in Juvelian. She never talked to Claudia. It's kinda unfair. Why doesn't Felix introduce her?

Perhaps he is two-timing?

No, not Felix. Erudian would never be friends with a guy like that. There is no way. "Look, it's Felix!" Jeanette laughs.

The silvernette looks down to the ”battlefield“. He looks through the stands and smiles as soon as he meets Juvelians eyes. He winks at her.

Not at Irene.

It feels like she's winning. Juvelian smiles back at Felix. She then notices a weird expression on his face. Did something happen?

-

"It's unfair!" Jeanette is complaining again. "How come Felix keeps winning? Jeremy trained so hard!"

Cayena rolls her eyes. "I told you not to complain when he loses."

Juvelian laughs. "Felix is just talented."

Cayena hums. "Also, he was being cheered on by his two girlfriends."

Jeanette glares at her again. "Don't listen to her, Juvy! I'm sure the romours are based around a misunderstanding and have no actual ground!"

The girls leave the stadium. In front of it stands Felix... With Irene.

Juvelian feels a knot in her throat. Irene is blushing at Felix, who doesn't seem very bothered by it. Jeanette looks at her friend with concern.

Juvelian balls her hands to fists. She's not going to run away from it. Maybe she misunderstood, but if she didn't, this would mean that either he's cheating (which is unlikely) or that this girl is trying to steal her boyfriend.

So Juvelian walks over when something hits her. They aren't dating. So Felix wouldn't be cheating. He's not doing anything wrong. He never clarified in which way he likes her.

Maybe she's doing something wrong?

"Juvelian!" It's Felix's voice. He seems happy as he walks up to her. Irene is following close behind him with a confused expression.

Felix wraps his arms around the younger girl and whirles her around. "I won!" He looks so happy. Like he wants to be praised.

Juvelian laughs. "Yes, you did." She pats his head. "I knew you would, but it was still amazing."

She looks at Irene. The brunette just stands there, a little sad and jealous. Juvelian feels a little bad. "Lady Irene, correct?" She asks.

Irene looks surprised and nods. "Yes! You must be Juvelian, Erudian's little sister, right?"

Juvelian nods. "Yes, correct. My brother told me about you."

Irene blushes a little. Juvelian suddenly wonders if she is just a very blushful person. Perhaps she doesn't even like Felix?

"I hope he only told you good things." The golden eyed girl laughs akwardly. Juvelian nods with a bright smile. Erudian did talk nicely about her.

Felix coughs to get the attention back on him. "I apologize, lady Irene, but I want to talk to Juvy." The silvernette looks at him, surprised. He usually doesn't use her nickname in front of others.

Irene backs away. "Alright! I'll see you tomorrow, Felix!" Her voice is so forcefully joyous. It doesn't seem like Felix realizes it.

Felix waits until Irene is gone. Juvelian turns around to tell her friends to leave them too, but they are already gone. She wonders when they left.

Felix pulls her closer and leans his head on her shoulder. "You seemed angry earlier." Is all he says.

Juvelian is a little embarrassed as she shakes her head. Why did he have to notice? "I wasn't."

Felix hums. Juvelian hugs his shoulders. She's afraid he leaves. It's not reasonable, she knows.

"In a relationship, you need to communicate, remember that, alright?" Her mother's voice reminds her. A deep sigh escapes her.

"Felix... I- It's stupid. I know that." She starts, and Felix shakes his head. "If something bothers you, it's not stupid."

She smiles. He's always like that. "I heard a romour. Apparently, you and Lady Irene are dating." Felix laughs. It's loud and joyful.

It takes a while, but he stops eventually. He then looks up to meet Juvelians eyes. "Never. I like you, not her." Juvelian can feel herself blushing. Does this count as a confession.

"Me too. I like you too."

Felix nods. "I know that." He kisses her forehead, then her cheeks, and then her forehead again.

Juvelian wraps her hands around his neck and pulls his lips onto hers. "Kiss me here." Is what she says. She watches with satisfaction as he goes red like a tomato.

He clears his throat and does as he's told. "If you want me to."

Juvelian feels like she's floating. It's crazy that all it took for him to kiss her was asking. Now that she thinks about it, it was obvious.

Someone else clears their throat. "Felix." It's Erudian, and he doesn't sound happy. Within seconds there is a lot of space between Felix and Juvelian.

Felix smiles in a terrified way. "Hello, my best friend, the man who'd I trust with my first born, the man i would trust with my life."

Erudian sighs in a way that makes you think he lived for decades and has seen all the bad in the world. "Get your hands away from my sister and disappear."

The younger man nods wnd salutes. "Ay ay sir."

C h a r a c t e r s a r e f r o m:

Aylet(a transmigrators privilege)/Hari(Beware of the bothers)/Jeanette (Who made me a princess)/Cayena(The villainess is a marionette)/Juvelian (Father i don't want to get married)/Felix & Irene & Claudia(I have become the hero's rival)/Erudian(Seduce the villain's father)

⟨Manhwa Crossover Family Trees⟩

⟨Felix x Juvelian Family - Masterlist⟩

#manwha family crossover #manwha #felix x juvelian #gues who my favorites are #correct it's edwin x irene #anyways #unrequited feelings #not juvys or felixes though #gossip because ofc there's gossip #i love irene but i have to fo it #it's for thier future #winchester school au

[myloveforfanfictonisendless]

"WHERE IS MY HEAD!"

Yea never in my life I thought I would see Optimus prime will do this🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

#this scene did him dirty but I am here for the dirt #this part stole the show for me #best funny part #imagine future rookies saw this clip of thier leader #i can't stop laughing #🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 #transformer one #Orion pax #Optimus prime #goofball

[the-l00ker]

I like seeing the difference between how people act on here compared to twitter.

Like on here people be like, "Here smajor fanart" and "I think he's a really neat dude" and "we love him! He's just a vibe tbh"

And on twitter it's, "HE CONTROL EVERY DECISION ON MCC AND I DIDN'T LIKE THIS ONE THING, KILL HIM" and "I swear if I ever see him" and "I know how easy it is to fake allegation of content creator, so I'm going to make a burner account for every single slightly famous mcyt person I know for a brief moment of fame. Tee Hee."

Tumblr is the best, yall are a vibe and don't get dragged into bullsh*t, and I appreciate you all for it!

#Twitter is going on and on about allegation that clearly aren't true. #They are literally so easy to fake. #Even dream showed people how to fake discord message.letters from other people. and Snapchat messages just to prove that people were lying #It is honestly difficult to watch people with no cell left in thier skulls argue about something and then be like #“Ah yes well run the world some day. It'll be great! I know I'm a fully capable person” #It's scary #If you don't know that faking message has is VERY easy to do then I fear for the future #Like they even got humen sounding AI answering phone calls. #scott smajor #smajor1995 #Discourse

[cynicesthetic9]

This beautiful trio definitely deserves a beautiful ending🖤🥺. But they say

~" ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ....."😌💕

#Not sure about thier future but will pray the best for them❤️ #It was a pleasure to see them play together 😩 #I will miss them so much #neymar jr #mnm #neymar #leo messi #kylian mbappe

[rayalltheway]

One You Remember

Description: Yellowtusk enters the LWAU, thanks to an encounter he had with a living Changbiyuan far in the past.

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“Celestial!” An unfamiliar voice barked from some distance behind Yellowtusk, stopping him in his tracks as he walked through the outpost. 

A gibbon demon was standing on top of the hill that descended into the village. They were imposing in stature, blue fur and dark haired, the fur outline around their lighter-blue face shaped like a rounded butterfly — a symbol that was designed into their armour and clothes, which had clearly seen recent action. They were androgynous in appearance, looking neither like a man or a woman — so Yellowtusk assumed them to be neither, like his fellow Celestial warrior Peng. 

And right now, they looked less than pleased, at him, it would seem, as they marched down the hill in purposeful strides. They slowed down a bit once they crossed into the town, taking a moment to survey the destruction around them with a softened expression.  Yellowtusk had been sent down here with a larger group of celestial warriors to arrest a viper demon queen that had decimated a village under the rule of a celestial official. The aftermath was enough so that he wished to take his time with – and not just because he prided himself on being particular. 

The gibbon naturally eased back into soldier mode once they drew closer to the troop of celestial guards. They made no move to draw either of the dao blades strapped to their back, but a few of the celestial soldiers moved in quick formation to block their path with their spears. They stopped a hair’s inch from the crossed polearms, not fazed, simply raising their chin to make their voice heard once more. 

“I was one of the warriors on the field of battle today! And for the sake of more of them, I need to have a word with you!” They stated in an authoritative tone, loud enough for everyone to hear — glaring right at Yellowtusk. Things were still for a moment, some taken back by how defiantly this demon was speaking to Yellowtusk the Wise — himself included, though he was quickly recognized as a fellow veteran.

“…Of course.” He said, and nodded at the guards halting the gibbon to let them pass. They breezed past the two, coming to a stop in front of him. Even when they had to look up at him, they still made themselves tall and proud. 

“That was….quite an entrance. Have we met?” Yellowtusk asked in a measured tone. The gibbon’s features flashed a brief are-you-kidding-me expression before they hardened once more. 

“Fortunately not. My soldiers and I have been out here fighting that viper hag for a few weeks now.” They stated, bluntly. “We were in a pitched battle before you all showed up and ended it. Thank you for that, by the way. Sorry most of the action happened without you.” They continued with a light shrug, casting another look to the land around them, a slightly sardonic tone in their voice, though not without care. That itself was nice, and Yellowtusk found many of his colleagues made light of the situations that occurred beneath the earth, but not as a way of dealing with the sadness and unfairness of them, but because they felt so above it. 

Yellowtusk nodded in understanding.

“I see. You were a part of those rebelling demon factions.” He said, referring to the several demon camps that were set up around the mountain, making a truce to oppose a single threat. He felt somewhat guilty for rendering that amity mute for taking over the matter himself with his other celestial warrior. “You must be quite strong to still be alive. What is your name?” 

Changbiyaun arched an eyebrow. “Well, I see why you got that title of yours.” They said with a light smile, before they bowed. “I am Changbiyuan, warrior head of the Butterfly clan, in the mountains some miles north from here.”

Yellowtusk had never heard of them, but returned the greeting. 

“It is good to meet you, Changbiyuan. I’m sorry, but I cannot secure any land in the name of your clan, but any of the viper’s clansmen have escaped into your borders, we can track them down —“

Changbiyaun gave him an incredulous expression and let out a disbelieving scoff. “Are you kidding? It would be lucky if anything manages to grow in that cesspool again. That bitch did a real number on this place, and for what? To make some power-pedestal so she could pretend she’s the one true face of glory?”

Yellowtusk was getting quite stalled by their…plainspokeness. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone other than Peng had talked to him like this. 

“—And I didn’t come here to ask you to deal with problems I can handle.” They crossed their arms and were glaring at him once more, stoically. “I’m only here because you unjustly arrested my warriors. I am asking you to release them and return them to me, now.” They way they said that made it feel like anything they wanted could be brought forth into existence through the sheer force of their own will — but Yellowtusk only furrowed his brow in response.  

“Your warriors? You mean the viper’s guard?” He asked, suspicious now. They didn’t budge, but rolled their eyes, though not at him. 

“You mean the ‘guard’ that is made up of demons that the snake lady poisoned and kidnapped so she could force them to do their bidding? Because yeah, they’re  not hers.” The stated. “A quarter of them are warriors of mine and my sister’s clan. She had the gall to take them from within our borders.” They growled out that last part with a dark expression, fists clenching from where they rested on their biceps. 

Yellowtusk knew that, but was still a bit surprised regardless. He and the other celestial soldiers had arrested the viper’s demons following her defeat because her venomous control over the kinds of others was something she spread to her henchmen. He had removed the spell himself, leaving the demon in a confused daze. Even so, he had orders to see her warriors incarcerated, punished for partaking in crimes against the Celestial Realm. 

“And what exactly makes you believe we have them? We’re short of her full army.” He asked, wanting to be sure whether or not this gibbon was bluffing in order to make up for any numbers they might have lost during the battle with a handful of miscellaneous demons. They, on the other hand, narrowed their eyes at him with a slightly disbelieving look, before reaching into a pocket and thrusting their hand out at him, Yellowtusk seeing a small metal crest between their claws. It was silver and light, with the metalworking forming swirling lines that came together as a butterfly. It was a clan crest. 

“Because I saw one of your soldiers confiscating the armour of MY clan, that’s why. You should know which ones they came from. They ALL had this, covered by those scales that viper made them wear. She made them fodder.” The fury in their voice as they recounted the Viper’s deeds did indicate to Yellotusk that they were telling the truth, and he was stilled by the idea of what they described. He regarded the crest coolly, thoughtfully, but found the gibbon was unwilling to take silence as an answer.

“This is ridiculous.” They shook their head, arm dropping to their side and squaring their shoulders with righteous indignation. “You KNOW they were mind-controlled. You took the Viper demon down, the real threat is gone. Allow the warriors she captured to return to their rightful posts, and regain their agency. Their lives.”  Glancing around, Yellowtusk could see the Celestial soldiers around them were staring now, watching the display with either shock or anticipation. Yellowtusk scowled in the direction of some who looked amused under their helmets, and they turned away quickly. 

Yellowtusk sighed and turned back to the gibbon, who couldn’t seem to care less about the mocking eyes on them. 

“Would you speak to me in private about this?” He asked, his voice as imploring as it could be in this setting. Their face briefly scrunched up in distaste, but they also seemed to take note of his meaning, and sighed, nodding. They followed him into one of the larger nearby buildings still left standing, which Yellowtusk had been using as a makeshift office for his time here. Once he was sure they were alone, he turned to them in the dimness, sunlight breaking through the holes in the roof and walls. 

“Listen, Changbiyuan, I’m afraid that isn’t –” He paused, thinking and deciding to rephrase his next words before speaking again. “Our orders, my orders are to see any of the Viper’s forces imprisoned. She went against my realm, attacked one of our own. The emperor demands we make an example of her, and all who served her.” He said – though he didn’t find much conviction within his own words. He collected himself, keeping up his reasonable, yet untouchable front. The doubts he had and shared only with Peng in private, quiet places would not suffice out here in the field, where his loyalty was owed.

Even so, he felt himself wavering while looking into the gibbon’s eyes, something close to outrage burning within the browns of their irises, surging through them. “Unwillingly served her. Did you write THAT down? Or was that in the order given to you?” They challenged, eyes blazing. “My warriors would have never chose to do anything for her. They would have died before they submitted to a will they know not to be right.” Yellowtusk’s eyes widened at that notion, as they spoke it like it was just as things were. As they should be. 

“…I’m sorry. I do not have a choice here.” He said, as if he was still in broad daylight, under the sky, in the sights of Heaven, still staying under their thumb no matter how unjust it felt not doing so. He waited for Changbiyuan to let their anger slip, to end up getting dragged away by the nearby guards even with no intention of fighting, or even just curse him out and storm off. Instead, their eyes stayed on him for a long moment, before they dropped to the ground, nodding their head, seemingly in understanding. Or in consideration.

“Alright. I understand… “ they said, uncharacteristically calmly, and Yellowtusk did feel relieved, though the feeling was dragged down by a gnawing guilt — 

“If you need to enact punishment, then I’m right here.”

There weren’t many things that could make Yellowtusk’s mind halt, but this was officially one of them. “What?” He asked. 

Changbiyaun sighed, looking ahead, a heaviness set upon their frame. In this moment, the weight of their own sense of duty — the weight of the aftermath of war — was clear as their pride, and perhaps even outshone it. 

“They’re my soldiers. They’re in my charge and it is my duty to direct and guide them, and it was because of my own miscalculations and unthought decisions that put them in this position. They’re all some of the most sincere, most loyal demons I know, which is why I know they wouldn’t have done anything in these last few weeks that they weren’t forced to, and they never would’ve had their dignity violated so deeply if it weren’t for my misjudgment.” Thier voice never wavered. There was no self-pity in their words, no need for sympathy. Yellowtusk was still stunned even listening.

“I was in command, and of sound mind. I should have done better for them, and never should have forced my own will upon them the way that viper did. They are not at fault. and if you need someone to blame, I will take responsibility for their crimes, if you — “ They stopped, and brought their eyes back up  to Yellowtusk’s — and they were pleading.

“If you just let them go. Please.” 

Yellowtusk was silent, before he regained himself, giving the gibbon a hard look. “This is rash. You should know fully what you are saying. Surely your family — they need you here, protecting them.”

Changbiyaun snorted in response, looking to the side and shaking their head. “Dammit, that’s why I’m saying it. Wouldn’t you do the same?” They asked, glancing back at him, and Yellowtusk wasn’t sure if he should respond to that, though they didn’t give him time to.

“Those warriors are my clan. My family. I am here because those are the people I need to protect. So if I don’t do all I can for them, then I don’t deserve to.” They said, their voice full of fire, of finality, which was no less than what their eyes displayed, directed at the warrior within Yellowtusk rather than the Celestial without. 

He stared. This demon warrior of the mortal realm, displaying more bravery and nobility than most he met in a century. Was he so unsure of himself that he was letting them have the high ground here?…but then, has it been him on the lower end this whole time, no matter whether he was from the clouds above or not? How could he even still be standing here deliberating this? 

He took in a long, deep breath — and let it out like it was his last. Dammit, he thought, as he turned to the low table in the corner, various bamboo slips organised upon it. With a surprising amount of delicacy, he took a blank one, took his nearby ink, and wrote with careful speed. 

“That won’t be necessary.” He said as he finished, standing up and turning back to Changbiyaun, who was waiting only somewhat restlessly. He held out the slip to them, and they stared at it before giving him a questioning look. 

“That declares to the guards that you can access the captured warriors here in camp in order to locate yours, and leave with them.” He stated, and it was their turn to look surprised, eyes widening.

“What? You mean —“

“You can take them and go. Do not make a fanfare out of it, I do not do this lightly.” Yellowtusk said, still maintaining his necessary front as they took the slips from him. They were still looking up at him, their shock and suspicion laced with concern — directed at him.

“Your orders — you’re going to go back upstairs with an army that’s a quarter shorter than required?”

Yellowtusk shrugged. “Not if that quarter was never here to begin with as far as they’re concerned.” 

Changbiyaun stared at him for another moment longer, before their mouth closed in a firm smile, straightening once more and bowing. “Thank you.” They said, their strong, bold eyes soft with gratitude as they raised up, before turning and walking out of the building, into the sun.

Yellowtusk stayed there for a while, before leaving to return back to his duty. He had much more to think about in the centuries that passed as his loyalty to the Celestials waned further and further until he was eventually just biding his time — but he felt that even without his well-regarded memory,  he wouldn’t forget that day. Or that gibbon. 

~~~~~

“Yellowtusk.” The Lotus Prince’s voice cut through the comfortable silence of Yellowtusk’s cell in the Celestial Realm. He turned from his reading, which Ne Zha allowed him to have for taking his arrest so willingly, to look over his shoulder at the figure of the Celestial from the other side of the magically enforced bars. He wasn’t going to try and escape, but he accepted the precautions as only standard. 

“You have a visitor.” Ne Zha stated, and Yellowtusk’s ears raised questionably at that. “The guards will stand by to observe, but I have confirmed they are associated with the Monkie Kid. Don’t get any ideas.” He said, before turning sharply and nodding over his shoulder at someone out of view. Then, he was gone.

Yellowtusk was still with thought. He couldn’t think of who that could possibly be, and the fact they knew the heroes he had briefly fought alongside those few weeks ago didn’t help in that regard.

 Still, he sighed to himself and turned, knowing it was only right to face whomever this was fully and without shame — and was startled seeing they were already standing there. He hadn’t even heard them walking up to the cell. 

An elderly ape with a gentle, relaxed expression and stature was in front of this cell door, long white hair cascading down thier shoulders and partly done up at the back of their head. They wore what looked to be a modern variation of long, loose hanfu under a beige woollen jacket. But what really struck Yellowtusk was their eyes — or maybe the lack of them, and they were empty, dark pools with two golden pupils of light centering them, like he has seen in ghosts or spirits in the past. Beyond that, their dark blue fur framed the shape of a butterfly on their face —

Wait. 

Yellowtusk stood now in utter bewilderment as the memory of that young gibbon warrior full of promise, pride and self-sacrifice came back to him, the image of them melding into the gibbon in front of him now, the crowsfeet around their eyes lifting as they smiled at him, kind and warm — with just the hint of that familiar smirk he remembering when they teased his title, now seeing that he indeed remembered them. 

“Elephant memory?” They guessed, their voice clearly weathered by age along with the rest of them, but still holding that sense of undaunting strength, and compassion.  

“It’s you.” Yellowtusk breathed, stepping closer to the cell door before they were both standing as those two warriors in that dilapidated village building once did, two millennia ago. 

Changbiyaun grinned. “Hey there, Yellowtusk the Wise. Turns out, I missed one.”

#Yellotusk in in the lwau now cuz all old people know eachother didn’t ya know #no but I like him and I thought since he seems to be in the age range as Changbiyuan and Zhuang Jie #it’d be cool to make em friends #someone in thier peer group FINALLY #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #the little warrior au #lmk oc: chángbìyuán #lmk oc #monkie kid yellowtusk #yellowtusk the wise #lmk fanfiction #lmk fanfic #my writing #The Future #Life With You

[bowbow-the-clown]

°+*♡*+ A Peck Under Star Lights +*♡*+°

... My EYES Have Away Glow But Never My CHEEKS ...

... My HEART Is skipping So MANY BEATS ...

... My TUMMY Feels The Fluttery Feelings Of MANY BUTTERFLY'S WINGS ...

... My PALMS Are Wanting To MELT In Into ONE ANOTHER ...

... My HEAD Feels So LIGHT That I CAN FLOAT ...

... I Have Felt LOVE ... BUT NEVER LIKE THIS BEFORE ...

°+*♡*+ Feeling BASED On Shamora's Date Friendly Friend Outing To See The Stars +*♡*+°

.... They Didn't Invite Their Siblings For Some Odd Reasons ....

... Leaving Just Them And Haro ...

.. JUST THE TWO OF THEM ..

. ALONE TOGETHER .

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl shamura #cotl haro #cotl bishops #bishops of the old faith #... #yeah I ship them #I like them together #I mean haro knows of them and thier family drama #and the history of the old faith #he knows lots of things #LOTS #... I hope we see more of him in the future #...... #they want on FRIENDLY outing to see the starry sky #So Many STARS #So Many Colors #.... So Many Different Thoughts and Emotions .... #Especially for the spider #Just getting out of their comfort zone and seeing the celestial abyss with the strange bird #who give them a little surprise peck on the cheekie #.... Leshy heket and kallamar don't need to know .... THEY DON'T .... #photo edit #aesthetic edit #celestialcore #naturecore #virgo's tears vibe #ship post

[loserfag]

I’m probably never going to get over the fact that we buried my Guinea pig of 7 years with a blanket my mom knitted him that just became his favorite thing

#I think it’s important for animals to have something like this they can rub thier smell into #for comfort #In the future when I’m able to id like to adopt some Guinea pigs and knit them blankets for them as well

[sbnkalny]

You think $10 is a lot of water, green swells like the sea, got our work cut out for US, thier malice-fuled hunger grows by 38% each year

#QUOTE #DAY 10 #Predict the future for us #thier malice-fuled hunger grows by 38% each year

[ducknotinarow]

07 SummerAriel - "Just say it!" - Topic: Aspen

My muse struggles with the truth... Send "Just say it!" And my muse will confess to something they don't really talk about. Bonus: specify a specific topic and that's what they will talk about!

Summer could only watch The Little Mermaid so many times in a row before she was ready to slam her head into a wall. Princess movies? Eh they weren't really for Summer persay. Mulan was okay though. She just wasn't really hooked on them like some could be and for sure no where near how her Sister Ariel was when it came to the movie that also had her name sake in it. She had seen this movie so much she could recite the film line for line. She knew what part of the movie was playing from the musical score alone even. In truth? She only liked the end where they fought against the villain Ursula where the prince rammed a ship into here. Now that part was cool.

Why could that be the whole movie? And not all the singing and ew pinning over the prince. A tad ironic on Summer's end in that same moment. They were simply just passing time in the lair, waiting for it to get darker out so they could head out and hang together themselves. Getting older did give them a bit of freedom but they still had to be careful due to Ariel being well a mutant. Sure they hid that fact when out on the town all thanks to a simple hood to try and conceal her appearance a bit more. The darkness just made it easier to do that. So they were one the what? third movie? Why did they make three of these films? Also if this move was so love by her uncle too why did he name Ari, Ariel and not Melody? Since that was the mermaids kid?

Would that make sense? Auntie Von was Ariel his princess right? SO he be what Eric? sort worked? Ariel became human and was able to be with Eric. Auntie Von became mutant and same deal? Eh questions for her uncle at a later date.

Summer was far to focused on her cell anyway, unaware if her sister knew it too. Not that she was unaware of Summer's well lack on interest in the movies. But she wasn't so engrossed in something else like she had been now. Thanks to Uncle Donnie who actually helped her out not to mention actually gave her advice on top of it. Summer did focus on what she wanted her. And well she liked Aspen, she didn't really have many humans herself to speak too. She liked Aspen's company. Not many other humans got her after all. She grew up feeling like an outcast, the only humans shes seemed to get along with? Was her Dad, Aunt April and her grandma. What did they all have in common though? exactly. Grandma? Old. Aunt April? also old. Her Dad? Old and lame. Aspen was her age though, he loved hockey just like she did. He also loved the fast rides at fairs like roller coasters. Like stuffing his face with greasy foods before going on the tilt a whirl and betting who would get sick first. Summer always won out. No spiny ride out did her Dad on a bike after all.

It was who had her attention on her cell phone now in fact. Mostly they were just recapping their last game and how they beat out the other team in a landslide. Their winning streak had been going strong maybe it was to early to call it but they both felt they be winning the whole season. Of course they were Summer had been making sure to use her Dad's hockey stick and tie her pop's mask around the handle of it. Like she always did for the winning games. Even if they were being stupid lately. Well they always were but it was only an issue when it was impacting Summer personally. Course it wasn't just them lately.

It's when Summer gets the next text from Aspen that brings that up, asking what she was doing that night. Well they didn't fully have a plan it was more lets see what comes up type deal. Just them wanting to hang out outside really. Not like this hasn't come up before but Ariel always gets well stupid? When it comes to the idea. In part Summer thought it was her being cautious of humans. Expect Ari talked to that one dude before with out a worry. So clearly it wasn't that. Despite bad run ins with humans her sister always held a curiosity on them. Summer should know she tends to have to answer for her, or let her sister live through her in a sense at times. Helped with her homework though.

"soooo" Summer started with, she could already tell how this might go. "Aspen talkin' 'bout hanin' out? Wanna? be easier to hit the up the theme park on the pier ya always wanna check out if we got another person with us?" Summer had made the suggestion before. Many in fact. Aspen actually already knew mutants were a thing. He met her pops. That went..well, in that it didn't at all but that wasn't the point right now. And she mentioned her cousin was on before. Summer was sure they get along decently? Maybe. Hopefully.

And Soon Ari was getting weird again. Going on about Summer can hang out with him instead. Blah blah dumb shit that Summer was tuning out already. Why was she like this every time? What was with her sister when it came to Aspen? Hell she wanted to meet Bishop, she tried to convince Summer that Hun might not be all that bad either. She called Jaromir her beloved. She texted Skylar. So what gives? And it seemed Summers own for once silence was getting to Ari.

"Just say it!"

"Fine I will since I ain't 'ike you! The fuck is your problem with Aspen ya haven' even met 'im despite how often I try to get you to! An' don' give me some bullshit about 'im being human cause I know it ain't that!" Summer was blunt and not one to beat around a bush. She never understood the need for flowery talk after all. When getting to the point made far more sense. Sadly Summer? learned the best way to talk? was with well force.

"Fuck ya act 'ike he's the fucking plaque or some shit." Summer continued on with moving to stand up from the couch now. It would be a great deal if her sister and Aspen could get along. Two people who got her and understood her. In a world where Summer felt so lost and unsure where she stood a lot of the time. Never fully getting to be all that much part of any side of it? if she wished she could merge it in the few places possible. And a nice start? would be if Ariel would just give Aspen a chance.

#muse| summer jones #madamkezzie #aflockofffeathers #[sister from another mister -aflockoffeathers] #meme answers #meme reply #ic reply #just say it meme #stay queued #(( i fear a fight in thier future here XD which pain cause Summer encouragement for Ari but she got her dad's tempers u-u)) #((also she meant the plague not plaque XD but i dunno same thing pfft))

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny walked down his street with both a sense of wonder and dread. Nothing looked like it was supposed to. People were walking around with wierd looking phones in their hands that were all screen and no flip. Where was the number pad? How were they supposed to make calls? Cars looked completely different than what they did just yesterday, and there were many homes and businesses that were new or drastically changed. His own home had looked abandoned, like nobody had lived there for years. Dust and cobwebs covered every surface, and Danny had to put in the security code just to get into the house. Hell, even the lab was locked up. The lab was NEVER locked up. His parents would come and go from it too often to justify locking it. This could only mean one thing.

Somwthing had happened to put the house into Lock Down.

Lock Down mode was a feature the house had never used before, but it was something his parents had repeatedly told them about, especially as the ghost attacks grew more frequent. He input the pass codes and pressed his hand to all the bio-scanners he needed to to get the place running again. The protocol also makes the house attack anyone or anything that tries to enter with extreme violence unless they're a Fenton, so everyone in town knew not to approach the place when it was like this.

He ignored the weird sound of the scanners cleaning his handprints off the machines and the little mechanical arms retreating back into their hatches as he sat down at the family computer and powered it up for what looked like the first time in a century.

Wait.

As it turns out, he was kinda right.

He doesn't remember how it happened, but Danny Fenton has woken up over 200 years in the future.

Numbly, he began looking up the people he knew, Jazz, Tucker and Sam had all lived long, fulfilling lives, doing thier best to keep the search for Danny Fenton alive for decades before finally giving up. Seeing their obituaries was too much for him, and he had to step away for a while. Heck, even Vlad had grown old and passed away.

Which leads to the big question. What had happened? It couldn't have been time travel or else his friends would have been able to go through the Infinite Realms to time travel as well. Between int Infi-map and that stupid booomarang they should have found him by now.

So...what happened?

The good news is that there was now an entire league of superheros who might be able to help him. They even have an emergency and non emergency call number!

#dcxdp #prompts #fanfiction prompts #danny phantom #danny fenton #justic league #danny is so confused yall #he has no idea what happened

[its-gjera]

Yall wanna know something crazy that others in the fanbase have pointed out??

I wanted to talk about this more cuz it's important.

If you think about it. To this day, Bobby remains as the happiest egg that has been on this island.

Seriously.

Chayanne and Richarlyson are scared that their loved ones will be hurt.

Leonarda is uncertain about the future and misses thier father.

Pomme, Ramon and Tallulah are constantly afraid of dying before having done an impact.

Tilín and JuanaFlippa lived in dysfunctional families and died just as things were starting to look up for them.

Trump died of neglect.

And Dapper is tired of living in fear.

All of the eggs are living in fear.

Living in fear...

"Vivir con miedo, no es vivir" (Living in fear is not living) - Roier

Bobby lived his life to the fullest. The nightmare and losing a life to the code didn't even put a scratch on his thirst for adventure. He wasn't afraid to do anything. If he wanted to do something, he did it.

He was a literal ray of sunshine. Bringing joy and laughter wherever he went. Making sure someone got a good laugh out of his shenanigans

Even during his final goodbye, it was full of celebration. He did his favorite activities with his parents one last time, tortas and tamales for everyone, cheering "BOBBY CHINGON" and shooting his gun in the air. The tears were saved until after he was gone.

His life and his death were a celebration. There's a reason why so many people associate him with the sun.

Roier and Jaiden should be proud. I know Bobby would.

#jaiden animations #jaiden qsmp #qsmp #qsmp roier #roier #bobby qsmp #qsmp bobby #q!roier #q!jaiden #dapper #qsmp leonarda #qsmp pomme #pomme #qsmp richarlyson #Richarlyson #JuanaFlippa #qsmp tilin #qsmp chayanne #talullah #qsmp ramon #qsmp trump

[nos4ay2]

Holy shit I've finally got it.

Came home early from the Great Outback trip of '23. It's been waiting at the post office since the 12th.

I am legitimately so happy with it. Going forward I am gonna make tweaks to future volumes cause they're gone be chunky Bois but for this one Im happy to post the files now.

So I give you, a physical copy of Ep 1-3 of @somerandomdudelmao series. (Featuring a cover by @melancholic-rowen )

If any one has a recommendation on how to make the files available please let me know, would rather not go google docs. As soon as I have a good way I will post em up. Now to get back to working on Vol 2.

Also massive thanks to Cass and Rowen for allowing me to do this with thier amazing works.

#cass apocalypse series #cass apocalyptic series #rottmnt #tmnt #i am unreasonably proud of how i got this to look. #augh so happy #shipping could have been better #cass fanart tag #guess its more of a fan formating but theres not a tag for that lol

[just-more-pr0mts]

You have probably seen all the aus like danny gets adopted by batfam, Danny as damiens twin/older brother, Danny dating a member of the batfam, Danny part of the justice league, Danny as a gotham superhero and more.

But have we seen Danny Fenton as Batman.

Danny Fenton who was taken in by the original Wayne family, with Marta and Thomas Wayne. Taken in when Martha was not yet pregnant. They treated him as their own and raised him as such. When they discover that Martha is pregnant and go out to celebrate. When they take a short cut and danny is just a few seconds too late to save them.

The boy who lost his parents when he failed to stop Dan and for all he knows his sister is dead gone. Who was lost in the infinite realms for so long. Who got stuck in a foul city where the weak are crushed so only the strong prevail.

Danny, Who stumbled into the warm arms of the Wayne family. Who slowly opened up to them. Who never used his powers so he could have a shred of normalcy with them. Who realized they loved and cared for him as thier own. Danny who accepted he loved them in turn. Danny,the boy who lost another set of parents on one fateful eve.

Danny who lost-

Danny who

Danny

Bruce.

Bruce who takes in these lost stray children because he wants to look after them. But he doesn't know how to because he never had a normal childhood.

Bruce who puts up a front to protect himself as well as his family. Who lies to face of powerful beings to protect his family. Bruce who trains long and hard to protect his family from said beings, so much so that he ends up locking away his emotions, so that his children don't have to loose another parent -not knowing that they already had so long ago

Bruce who's so proud of his children, but just doesn't know how to show it. Who is so scared, so terrified they might fight the same battles as him...or something even worse.

BRUCE WHO WANTS to kill the joker. Who wants to hurt him like he hurt his CHILD and leave him there to die, but he knows better than that... he knows what a cruel joke it would be, the irony. He knows that it will just more horrible things to his children knowing they'll never be able to stop him. That's why he brought him back.

Bruce who as much as he tries is always two steps behind.

And now when his new dimension is at stake because of the very beings he left behind, he must choose between the life that he built for himself here or the one that he left behind.

A carefully weighted scale. With the future on the horizon, and choices to be made.

Will the scale stay true or will the choices made unbalance it all.

________

Hii my beautiful creatures of the day and night.

I sorta forgot about tumblr but if you like this piece let me know! Also I love hearing how I can improve and make my writing better.

Ps. If you have any suggestions on what I should write about feel free to ask! I'm so excited to hear about it

Ps.ps. if you have any cosplay blogs dm me! I'm trying to get into cosplau

#danny phantom #dp x dc #just a promt #dc x dp #feel free to add \correct anything #please tag if this ever gets made into a fic #dpxdc #cartoon #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc crossover #sad danny phantom #danny phantom angst #danny is bruce #danny fenton as bruce wayne #hes just traumatized #he needs a hug #hes trying his best #but its not good enough #danny was Danielle #but now he is bruce

[thefreakandthehair]

not inspired by my fiance for once, but by a friend! this is the meme referenced. just a little funny sorta-crack future ficlet. enjoy!

"Steve... what the fuck is this?" Eddie doesn't even let Steve set his work bags down before he's shoving his phone in his face, the meme Steve sent him earlier glaring up at him.

“A meme? Was that not clear?" Steve smirks and drops his bags, his shoulder brushing Eddie's as he scoots past him.

One of his students had managed to work the class into such an uproar over that exact meme, shouting various band names and excitedly discussing their choices, that Steve had given up and joined them. It’s the end of the school year anyways, and even his administration understands that the last week of school is all about survival. That’s how he ended up with a photo of a Create Your Dream Concert Lineup For $100 meme, and that’s how Eddie ended up spiraling into an existential crisis about it.

“But the numbers don’t add up!” Eddie complains, following Steve into the kitchen with his phone still open, the offending screenshot still unchanged despite how many times he’s looked at it. “With the price of each band, I’d have to choose between Metallica, Ozzy, and Iron Maiden.”

Steve scoffs and shakes his head as he grabs a water bottle from the fridge, shutting it with his hip and leaning back against the counter. “That’s right. $100 budget, so one has to go.”

Eddie stares at him, insulted and slack-jawed at the suggestion. “That’s not possible. I’ll just steal from you to round out the cost.”

“No can do, Munson. I already spent mine.” He winks and sips his water, watching Eddie’s eyebrows furrow.

“The fuck you did, these are all metal and hard rock. I don’t see Springsteen anywhere on this list, and I’ve stared at it a lot.” He waves his phone for emphasis.

Steve has, in fact, chosen his line up, probed and prodded by his students last period. Some of the bands he recognizes from his decades of partnership with Eddie, others he’s come to know on his own or from students. So sure, he has a line up, and if he spent a bit too much time thinking about how to get Eddie worked up about it, well, that’s between him and his phone.

He holds up three fingers on the hand not covered in condensation and ticks them off one by one.

“Ozzy, $40”

Eddie gasps.

“Slayer, $20.”

“Steve, what—”

“Queen, $40.”

Eddie blinks once, twice, before he sets his phone down and closes the distance, holds Steve’s face with both hands on either side, and tugs him in for a ridiculous, dramatic kiss. Steve laughs against his lips and pulls back, letting go with a loud mwah.

“I have to say, Harrington,” Eddie starts, his hands still firmly in place. “Other than our wedding, and maybe that one pick up basketball game I went to, this is the hottest you’ve been.”

Steve can’t help but to preen a bit, proud that his plan has worked— that Eddie’s proud, that Eddie’s looking at him with that fond smile and warm eyes over something so silly after all of these years.

“Oh really?”

“Hell yeah, sweetheart. I mean, Ozzy? Queen? Slayer? Talk metal to me.”

Eddie tugs him closer, wrapping both arms tightly around Steve’s waist and pressing their lips together again, this time with more heat, more urgency. Steve lets himself sink into it for a moment or two before he breaks the kiss, his own lips red and shiny.

“Metallica.”

“Steve, you’re killing me.”

“Megadeath.”

“How do you—”

Steve grins and leans closer, whispering into his ear. “Pantera. But only if it’s before Dimebag’a death.”

Eddie laughs and pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth. “You little shit, all these years I thought you were tuning me out and here you are, weaponizing it against me.” If they were still just dating, still in those early stages of their relationship, he’d be embarrassed at the way his pants tighten. But it’s not, and he’s not. “Wanna?” He nods towards the stairs, the ones that lead to the privacy of thier bedroom.

“Oh, not yet. No.” Steve almost laughs at Eddie’s confused head tilt. “You’ve gotta make your line up first.”

Eddie steps back, his hand over his heart and mouth ajar. “You— oh, for fucks sake. Alright, give me a few minutes.”

Turns out, Eddie can choose between Metallica, Iron Maiden, and Ozzy pretty quickly when the stakes include sex with his husband.

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #st ficlet #st fic #myblurbs #me and one of my friends have been talking about this meme for a solid week so here ya go

[justpoliteconversations]

Comfort [Yandere!Chain + Isekai!Reader]

You're part of the family now, and everything that entails.

I have fallen deeper into the abyss. Just exploring the new, untested dynamics of this latest indulgence. It's a hot mess, so be warned before you read.

Masterlist

Sky Route

Four Route

TW: Yandere nonesense. Be warned.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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Meeting the Chain had seemed like a dream come true at first. Of course, there had been the pain and disorientation of being ripped from everything you knew without warning, but meeting the boys and procuring thier promise for aid had calmed you significantly.

So, rather than despairing and falling into the throes of depression, you instead set your mind to learning of the world around you. And of course, you spent a lot of that time observing the boys and their behaviors (curious as to what so many fans had gotten right or wrong).

You wished you hadn't. You wished you'd kept to yourself. Ignored their very existences and just stayed focused on getting home. Wished you'd never been found by them.

You wish you'd set boundries sooner. If you had, maybe none of this would be happening. Maybe you'd be free.

"Hey. It's going to be okay." Twilight whispered softly from behind you, voice low and sorrowful as his large, warm hand pet you carefully upon the back. As though that would somehow bring you comfort after what he did.

You couldn't face him. You refused to meet any of their eyes. The bandages on your back burned against your torn skin where Hyrule had been prevented from properly healing you.

'A reminder', Wars had said, eyes cold and unforgiving, and Time had stayed quiet, only offering your cowering form a disappointed frown. Hyrule had wailed and snarled at the thought of leaving you in pain, but Legend had quieted him with soothing whispers (though he himself looked borderline rebellious too).

Wind had grit his teeth, eyes blazing hellfire, and looked ready to tell Wars off for that, but Time had placed a gentle hand on his head and given him a sad, rueful smile. To which Wind had huffed but remained silent, but not before casting (Big Brother) Wars a look that promised many unfortunate incidents in the near future.

Twilight had continued to hold you upright as your punishment was handed down. Calloused fingers caressing lightly, possessively, over the still bleeding wounds along your torn back. You swear you saw pride in his face as the verdict was decided that since he caught you, until you recovered you'd be his responsibility.

At the memory of that smug glint in his eyes, you curled further away from his soft, comforting (frightening, blood-chilling) touch, and he pulled back obligingly. A heartbroken sigh left his lips, torn so raw at the seams it almost broke your resolve to ignore him right then. Until you reminded yourself of what he (what they) were capable of despite their sweet, adoring smiles and soft attentions.

Twilight had been so damned gentle with you since that night, relieved and apologetic both. And terribly guilty. Nothing like the feral beast that had chased you down without regard for your fear or wellbeing. Took you down like thrashing, wailing, vulnerable prey when you bolted for the bright, shining portal that whispered home, comfort, safety (and freedom) that had appeared so suddenly.

Nothing like the monster that had torn into the back of your shirt (and flesh) with savage teeth, snarling and growling, ripping you away from salvation with punishing strength. Desperate, predatory eyes shining like death in the portal light, the hairs lining his powerful back standing on end and lost to the shadows that clung to his massive form.

Nothing like the man who had come after, large, burning, painfully tight hand shackled around your wrist. Cruelly dragging you on your knees from escape, shadowed eyes glowing unnatural, eerie blue in the dim light of a waning moon. No different from the creature that had drawn blood upon your defenseless skin, merely wearing a more familiar face.

And the way he had stared upon you once the light of promised safety had faded entirely. Eyes dark and bright and sharp with the threat of violence. Of sanity lost. Watching down at your whimpering, shivering, pain-racked form with quiet possession, dark promise.

The moment for escape had been so perfect, that night. You had finally managed to convince Wild to give you a moment of privacy. Convinced Time that you just wanted an hour of peace from Red's needy whines and Hyrule's obsessive tending. Managed to distract Warrior's keen eyes with a word of praise in Wind's ear and the promise of stories from your homeland. Sidestepped Sky's soft, curious eyes as you walked passed.

You had been alone. For the first time in three months. And it had been liberating.

And then the portal had appeared, and you hadn't thought of anything else after that. Not of consequences. Not of the Chain's anger or the darkness that hid behind soft, adorning gazes. And not of the way their eyes watched you always.

Not of the eyes on you even then. For you had forgotten that you are never truly alone. Not until you were reminded.

Not until that first, bone chilling howl of rage.

"We should move them closer to the fire." Came Hyrule's concerned voice, hovering just on the other side of Twilight (he must have escaped Legend's clutches. the man had been keeping Hyrule under strict supervision after The Incident). "They may be cold from blood loss."

Before Twilight could reassure his obsessively worried brother (once again) that all was well and that you were just upset, Four spoke up. Sounding just as ragged and agitated as you felt. "The Incident was three days ago. There was never issues with blood loss to begin with." He sounded done, tired. Pissed even.

You didn't doubt it. After the chaos that had ensued that night, it was decided (by Green and Vio and reluctantly Red) that merging was the most viable option to ensure a safe (quiet) and stress free environment for you to recover in.

Blue had come to blows with Twilight three times before the night had even ended after The Incident (he'd fought Legend twice. had only been prevented from triggering the sociopath that is Wars by Time's intervention). Red have been crying nonstop since you were first carried back to camp by a shame-faced Twilight. Green was running damage control to keep Wars from challenging Twilight for rights to safekeep you. And Vio had dutifully sacrificed his body to cuddles, forehead kisses and soft (distressed) cooing to placate the ticking time bomb that was Sky's protective instincts.

You almost pitied the small smith. Until you remembered how Blue had wanted to take your legs, and Vio had gotten a calculated glint in his eyes. And then you didn't feel bad for him anymore, even with the memory of Red sobbing his eyes out and Green talking Blue down before Wild got it in his head to put himself (and thus Twilight) between the Colors and you protectively.

At some point during Twilight's, Four's and Hyrule's discussion (argument) Wild had arrived with his characteristic brashness. Breezing past all of them, as usual, and putting himself squarely into your space. And Twilight let him, because Wild was one of his, and now (for the time being) so were you.

The scarred man took you in his arms (so easily, as though you weighed nothing at all), careful not to touch the tender wounds on your back, and made his way towards Sky. Hyrule made to protest, but by the low familiar hum of expectancy that sounded out, it looked like Legend had finally caught up to his wayward (stupidly determined to play mother cucco) charge.

You ignored them after that, but not before catching a glimpse of Four apologetically carding a hand through Legend's feather soft hair, cupping his vulnerable nape with tender care. Small, forge roughened fingers gripping lovingly as he whispered heartfelt apologies, eyes flashing red and speckled green and even blue at the edges. Witnessed how Legend melted under the touch, and how Hyrule had leaned into Legend's side with equal affection (and desperation for comfort. attention).

You wished you hadn't seen it. So you wouldn't have to remember the good that resided within these men, as well as the bad. About how much these men truly loved each other, and you, despite all the hurt they put you through that night.

Quiet sobbing caught your attention, and Sky was before you suddenly, though he was not the one making such heartbroken sounds. You had been lost in your head and hadn't even noticed how Wild had kissed into your hair in relief. Shedding tears of gratefulness that you hadn't screamed and thrashed at his touch (like that first night he tried to give comfort. before he sacrificed himself to Sky's doting).

Wild went to his knees before the sleeping Skyloft knight (crying silently in fitful slumber) and whispered warmly through soft sniffles. "Sky. They're right here, safe. See." He gently placed you down beside the tearfully sleeping man, and you let him. Too tired and overwhelmed by your own emotions to fight.

And too fearful. Because Sky was an enigma. Seemingly the most docile of all the boys, even Red and Hyrule, and yet Time, Wars and Vio all catered to him with due diligence (the three who knew the most, and controlled the most). Conceded to his every demand when it was made (rare as they were) and sacrificed any whom Sky called to for comfort and reassurance. Including themselves.

Claims did not matter when Sky wanted to hold you through the night. If Sky wanted to cuddle Wind, Wars would have to concede (even if it took Time and Green's combined efforts to keep him subdued). If he desired to brush Wild's hair into traditional skyloftian braids or spoon feed Hyrule sweet pumpkin soup like an infant, Twilight and Legend were made to step aside. If Sky wanted Time to sit beside him and speak of their beloveds, then it would be so. Even if it meant setting up camp early for the night. Even if it meant Blue, Legend and Wars bitched for hours afterwards (amongst themselves, of course).

In the eyes of the Chain, Sky was an outlier to the established hierarchy, and you had a feeling you knew why. You remembered the first time you felt the fear of wrongness amongst the men you called your friends (family). The moment of clarity.

You'd never forget the smell of smoke and iron reek hanging thick in the air, fanning out across the wasteland that was Hyrule's homeland. The blank and distant looks in the heroes' eyes as they emerged from the treeline. And Sky, covered in red, red, red. Like an ocean sunset dripping into calm waters. Like fresh berry juice between overzealous fingers.

He'd been crying then.

Sky rarely cries.

Sky had called for Hyrule for days after. Had kept him by his side as they walked and slept and ate. Had babied and coddled and smothered him with fierce devotion. And the chain had let him. Kept Legend and Twilight in check. Kept Blue forcibly subdued when Red riled him into a protective fury over his most vulnerable, sensitive brother's pitiful, longing tears for his Rulie.

So, when Wild had set you beside Sky, you remained quiet. Because you were afraid. And because you owed WIld.

Because when Sky called for you that night (still raw and shaking), Wild had straightened his back, looked Time in the eye and told him that you needed space. And then had given himself over to Sky's obsessive coddling, enduring the man's frantic petting and overbearing smothering.

For three days. After Vio had been merged back into Four. Wild had endured the babying for three days. Wild, the man who may have hated being tied down more than anyone else in the Chain.

You owed him, and if he thought time was up for your sulking. Well, there was nothing you could do. Especially not when Sky was in tears (dangerous, unstable).

The moment you were pressed into Sky's side, he immediately latched onto you (you were saved from pain only by Wild's arm sheltering your back), reddened eyes opening to reveal a tearful, shattered, truly unhinged gaze. "Your came. You tried to leave us." He sobbed, burying his sleepy, splotchy face into your neck. His hands (so strong, enough to crush your windpipe if he wanted) gripping into the fabric of your shirt like a child seeking comfort. "I thought you hated me."

You wanted to snap that of course you hated him. That you hated them all for forcing you to stay here when home had been so close. Right there, you could feel it. You wanted to scream that you despised them for being silently complicit with your captivity, even if they weren't always the ones to physically hold you down.

You wanted to do a lot of things. Rage. Cry. Break something. Find words, accusations, demands, anything to make them understand the depths of your hurt and betrayal. To see how much they had taken from you.

And yet, frustratingly, you couldn't. The fight had been sucked right out of you at the sight of Sky's hurt, his soul-deep suffering. Because you loved these boys still, despite all the horribly broken affections they saw fit to shower upon you and each other. Genuine, but ultimately flawed and damaged (and damaging).

With Wild snuggling in from behind to sniff your hair contently (the creep), and a glimpse of Wind hovering longingly at the sidelines, unsure of his welcome. You felt your resolve breaking ever further.

In the firelight, Time leaned down to kiss Wars along the temple, ruffling his fluffy (beautiful) hair before retreating towards Twilight. He gathered the saddened, guilt ridden man in his arms and laid them both down for sleep, speaking soft reassurances into his descendant's dark hair. Warm, paternal smile on his lips.

Closest to the fire pit, Legend and Hyrule had Four trapped between them, Four resting his head peacefully on Legend's shoulder, and Hyrule sandwiching him from the back. Legend's arm draped over Four's small form to rest his hand possessively (protectively) on Hyrule's waist.

Warriors watched over this all with sharp, but quietly adoring, eyes. Scanning over you and the others around you with just as much of that overwhelmingly intense (too intense) devotion. Ensuring all was well and safe under his domain, before turning away to ensure nothing came from outside to disturb his peacefully resting family. Shield at his side and sword on his back. Loyalty corded into every line of his lithe form.

Wind had shuffled closer. Big (wondrously big) blue eyes locked on you and waiting. Wild's hand was on your hip, resting as he too waited patiently. Content to let you speak in your own time.

Sky's love stricken, adoring, grieving eyes locked with yours. Searching, waiting. A blade ready to drop across his heart and everything in it as the slightest of provocation.

And you broke. Because what else could you do.

"I don't hate you, Sky. I'm just so angry." You forced out, bitter for the truth of those words. "I just need time to forgive and heal."

Those shattered eyes lightened, the ragged edges softened, and suddenly you were looking at Sky again. Tender-hearted, fiercely protective but forever hopeful Sky. The Sky you trusted still with your life, for all you feared the zealous protectiveness that cast a very long shadow across his path.

"I understand. Twilight was so rough with you, and Warriors so harsh with your punishment." He said, and Wild huffed in agreement behind you. "It's only natural you'd want to return home. So they should have been more understanding of your feelings."

Wind, now at Wild's back, was on his knees with hands on Wild's waist as he leaned forward. "I'll put rocks in their boots every day 'til they say they're sorry! The small ones ya don't feel 'til it's too late!" He vowed, and you didn't doubt that. You'd seen Wars wincing and Twilight limping for a few days now, and now you knew why.

Your heart lightened, for all it felt shackled and confused and broken too. "Thank you guys." And you meant it.

As strange as it seemed. You really did mean every word of it. Truly and wholely.

Maybe you were a little broken too, after all. And as Wind settled behind your back, helped by Wild so he didn't agitate your injuries (he placed a gentle kiss on the bandages, so light you nearly missed it), you found you almost didn't mind.

Things were always complicated with family, after all.

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Off I go. Back to the shadows to rest this one off.

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[marymary-diva17]

You are not a monster

azula and mom reader

When to came to your marriage you had know your duty had been to your nation and the royal family, but soon enough your duty had changed to motherhood. You had added prince zuko to the royal family and soon enough princess azula. The kids had become your everything and one of the many things, in the royal palace that made you happy at the moment.

servent " princess azula" you are waking around the palace when you heard a servants voice, that had gained your attention you soon looked at a group of servants.

servent " princess azula"

y/n " what going on here"

servants " lady y/n" the servants soon bowed to you as they had notice you had come.

y/n " you all may raise up tell me what the matter"

servants " we have lost the princess my lady"

y/n " oh"

servants " we have been looking for her and calling her name for no response"

y/n " don't worry I have a feeing where she might be you can go now, attend to some other duties until later on today"

servants " yes lady y/n" the servants soon left and you soon made you way to where Azula had ran off to. It didn't take you that long to find her on the balcony looking at the capital.

y/n " there you are young lady you have the servants running around, scared of what will happen to you if they didn't find you"

azula " hello mom"

y/n " what the matter my azula"

azula " nothing the matter mom I was bored with those ladies, and decided to find something else to do"

y/n " azula"

azula " do you think I'm a monster"

y/n " azula what makes you think and speak that why of yourself"

azula " I heard some of the servants saying I'm a monster and I'm not like Zuzu"

y/n " azula you are no monster and you don't have to be like your brother"

azula " are you sure because he will be after line for thr throne after uncle, cousin lu ten, and dad .... I will never get a throne or any title of power"

y/n " oh my Azula"

azula " even due the servant dont dare say it out loud to me or near anyone who can report them, it easy to see they say it with thier eyes when I bend or do anything that not all princess like"

y/n " you don't always have to be princess like azula and I'm amazed by the skills you can do, always coming up with new moves and blue fire that rare within fire benders"

azula " real mom"

y/n " yes and I will addressed the issues with the servants it better then I verse your father for everyone sake"

azula " yes mom"

y/n " if you don't get the throne you can still be a women with power, it will be good to the fire nation have a leader that female you can do amazing things"

azula " yes mom I will the best there is"

y/n " good but remember what I have taught you and your brother, don't let the power get to your head that has been the downfall of many people in the past"

Azula " yes mother and I promise I will make you proud in the future"

y/n " I know you will my daughter I know you will" you had brought azula into a warm embraced as she smiled at you.

y/n " now come on let go the to grounds and maybe you can show me some of your moves"

azula " yes mother you will be amazed"

y/n " I'm always amazed my daughter always" you and azula soon left the balcony and went to the palace grounds, you had sat on bench when she started showing you her moves.

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