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ok-boomerang · 3 months

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Hey Lena!

Zutara Drabble # 5 & 8, please. ^.^

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” & “Wanna bet?”

Katara knocked once, briefly, on the Fire Lord’s office door before pushing it open and inviting herself in. She and Zuko had worked together for so long—had been friends for so long—that they no longer had the need, or the patience, for a semblance of formality.

Katara supposed that on some unlucky day in the future she might walk in on him practicing his Iroh impression, or worse (better?), with his pants down. But per usual, the Fire Lord was merely at his desk, head in hand, as his glazed-over eyes scanned some boring parchment.

“Hey Zuko,” chirped Katara, feeling herself almost expand upon seeing him, upon seeing the transformation of his face when his eyes fell on her—the subtle widening of his right eye, the easy smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“Hey,” he said in response, setting his parchment aside and giving her his full attention. A piece of hair had fallen out of his top knot. “My favorite ambassador—"

“Mhm, whatever,” she joked back. “Funny how I become the favorite every time the fishing waters treaty is up for renewal—"

“You’re always my favorite, I just happen to point it out at specific times.”

Katara rolled her eyes, even though she felt her cheeks warm a little at Zuko’s words.

“Anyway,” she said, shrugging off that impossibility, “I’m just delivering the report on the healers in Fire Fountain City.” She handed him another piece of parchment, which Zuko took with some hesitation.

“The report on the healers—?” he muttered, eyes scanning the page. “But I didn’t need this for a couple more days—”

“Yes, well, Tanriq invited me to the Fire Lantern Festival tomorrow evening, so I got it done early.”

She watched as Zuko’s eyes stopped scanning the parchment, but he didn’t look up.

“Tanriq?” For some reason, his voice had gone up in pitch.

“Do you know another Tanriq?” Katara asked, curious at Zuko’s confusion.

“The—the ambassador from the Northern Water Tribe?”

“Of course,” said Katara slowly.

“You’re—together?”

“No,” she said immediately, and then chided herself. “I mean—I’m giving him a chance. So…maybe in the future? We’ll see how it goes—”

“It’s not going to go well,” Zuko interrupted her.

Katara blinked at him. “Huh?”

“I mean,” Zuko said, bringing his hands in front of him on the desk and rolling them together. “I just mean—it’s just a little odd, the two of you—the Fire Lantern Festival—"

“What’s so odd about it?” Katara asked, half surprised and half curious about the issue Zuko saw that she couldn’t. “I like festivals.”

“Right, but do you like them with Tanriq? I—I dunno you will.”

“Sure, he’s a little boring—”

“He doesn’t know you at all!” Zuko interjected, and then quieted, shifting his eyes. But he continued. “I mean, will he know to take you to the food stalls that sell ocean kumquats? Will he take you dancing early enough so you don’t miss the tsungi horn players?”

Katara laughed. “I can tell him not to!” she pointed out. “You don’t need to be worried for me, I’m sure we’ll have a fine time—”

“Wanna bet?”

Katara stared at him. “Do I want to…make a bet about whether I’ll enjoy myself on a date?”

“Um,” said Zuko, shifting in his seat so that the chair squeaked. The panic on his face did not match the regality of his formal robes. “No, that was uncalled for, sorry,” he said. “I—I—”

And as Zuko stuttered, and Katara stared at Zuko’s rapidly reddening cheeks, she came to an unlikely—but perhaps possible?—conclusion.

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. She had to fight the urge to clap a hand to her mouth in horror. And if Zuko had looked skeptical whatsoever, she would have curled in on herself and scurried out the door like a goat dog with its tail between its legs. And then possibly quit her job and moved to the Foggy Swamp.

But Zuko didn’t look skeptical. Zuko did not calmly and coolly reject her suggestion. Instead, he noisily backed up his chair, stood, buried his hands in his hair, and yelped, “Me?! Jealous?! No—no, definitely not!” And then he laughed like an unhinged hyena leopard.

“I—” Katara started, over what sounded like the beginnings of a panic attack. “I—um,” she said, reminding herself that she was a waterbending master and teacher to the Avatar and she was not scared of anything—“I won’t go with him. If you—um—if you don’t want me to,” she said, knowing that her tone had drastically changed from teasing to serious.

Zuko’s laughter died down and he matched her serious expression. “Katara, no—I would never try to insert myself in your personal life—I’m sorry, I just got, um—” he paused, but didn’t finish his sentence.

“Can I take your bet then?”

“What?”

“But for the other side. I bet you I won’t have a nice time with Tanriq.”

“I—look—I was being childish—of course you’ll have a nice time—”

“Maybe,” she said, and Zuko’s face fell for the briefest moment before he schooled it to one of impassive regard once more. “But I think I’ll have a nicer time with someone who knows me better, like you said.”

Zuko looked away from her and stretched his arm behind him to rub the back of his neck. “I think you should go with whoever you want to go with,” he muttered.

Katara wanted to scream. But…she did want this more than she wanted to scream. “You,” she said, only a smidge of frustration in her voice. “I’d rather go with you.”

Zuko’s eyes snapped to hers. “Oh? Is that—is that—is that right?”

“If, um, if you want to,” she murmured, suddenly feeling her mortification rise. What if she’d gauged this wrong? She did get along with Hu in the Foggy Swamp. She could totally start a new life there.

“Yes,” Zuko said immediately. “I mean—yes. I do want.” His eyes were boring into hers.

“Um, great,” she said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “So…I’ll tell Tanriq nevermind…and you’ll just need to tell your guards—”

“No,” Zuko said, leaning forward now, and Katara felt her blood thrill. “Many of the festival goers will wear masks. We can too.

“Really? But I don’t have a mask—"

“Don’t worry, I have an idea for us.”

#atla #zutara #drabble #zutara fanfiction #ask game #a twofer for one of my favorite moots!#TY FOR THE PROMPTS <3 <3 <3 #this one was fun to think up #ok they all have been #SORRY IT'S SO LONG #it's officially not a drabble #whoops

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pepsitwist · 1 year

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wrestlers (mostly aew) as text posts/memes, part 5

part 1 here | part 2 here | part 3 here | part 4 here

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sourtomatola · 3 months

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Achievement! "Heart of the people!"

intro comic | Prev | Next

Comic Masterpost

#sorry it's so long #I'm bad at fight scenes XD #fnaf moon #moondrop #art #my art #camelot AU #kinglebells #roxanne wolf #fnaf roxy #fnaf foxy #foxy the pirate #funtime foxy #mangle #foxy plush #monarch yn

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rweoutofthewoods · 4 months

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My preferences regarding my account and fics

I want to put down what I allow regarding my fics all in one place, so I don't have to keep answering questions and reminding people. So here are some ground rules and things I prefer/appreciate when it comes to my account and work <333

(This is the most important one) Do NOT ask me to update anything. I have a busy life and I update as I please. Begging or bugging me is a surefire way to NOT get an update because I then don't want to out of spite

Do not repost my fics anywhere (wattpad, etc). DM me first if you're interested in creating translations, etc. but they have to stay on ao3 and link back to the original work.

Do not share quotes or screenshots of my fics if you don't credit me. Not on Twitter, not in edits, not on insta, tiktok, etc. Inlcude a link or my username and the work title or do not post it. Just like you should always give art credit, give writing credit too.

Don't ask me weird, invasive questions, in fact, stay out of my inbox if you're going to be weird or hateful. I won't answer you and you'll get an instant block.

Yes, you can bind my fics, but only for personal use.

My DMs and inbox is always open, if you want to DM me go ahead and don't apologize for it!

Please do not put my work on GoodReads or storygraph!! I don't like that and I will keep having them taken down.

You may not ever sell any products or make money off of my fics or my work! Don’t make me go through the effort of trying to get things removed, especially without even notifying me of it.

And some general FAQs

How often do you update? As god intends it. Usually once a week sometimes less sometimes more.

How do you write so much? It's just mental illness babe, I don't have any more of an explanation.

Where did x fic go? It's private. That's always the answer. They still exist, I might even go back to it one day but for some reason I wasn't happy with it and privated it, or maybe it's private bc people couldn't behave. Either way, whatever the fic is, it's not gone forever.

Did you deactivate your twitter? Probably! I do far too often because I hate it there, but it's also like watching a car wreck you can't look away. One day I'll leave for good. I'm trying to beat my addiction.

When will you update xyz? Don’t ask me that I don’t know. If I knew I’d post about it.

#I needed to make this to put in my masterlist #sorry it's so long #ily all <33

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boombambaby · 2 months

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[ Closed Starter for @adorable-feisty-misfit ]

One word; Yzma. One minute, Kuzco was strolling through the palace halls at a relaxed step, admiring the long line of portraits of himself in various poses and states of dress lining the walls. His newest royal advisor kept pace with him, walking by his side and steadily reading off of a list of ‘to do’ items to be completed or dismissed within the next week. They were still running damage control from Yzma’s power grab, removing all traces of her likeness from the palace and deciding what if any of her ‘changes’ could be kept. “. . . The royal bust she commissioned for the front entrance— “ “Scrap it.” “— Eggplant colored drapes lining the throne room and adorning all of the public hallways within the palace— “ “Nope. Eggplant, shmegplant. Who even likes that color?” A pause, and he chuckles at his bad attempt at a joke. “You know what I mean. Forget it. Next.” “— She sent a courier to each village to speak with the village leaders and figure out when their harvest would be complete for her coronation ceremony.” “Hm. Might not be a bad idea to keep at least part of that one.” “— She planned a new temple to be built in your honor, to be finished by early next week.” “Nope. Not dead. X-nay, the emple-teh. Next.” It continued like that for some time, the two of them making their leisurely way towards the throne room where he was to oversee the peasants complaints and delegate responsibility for new projects to his council. Kuzco dismisses his advisor as they turn the corner, waving him off so he can head to the throne room proper to meet with his Royal Scribe ahead of the peasant petitions-- which is exactly when he spots what looks like a lost . . . child? Wandering around the halls. ". . . Well, this can't be good."

#Kuzco #Vanellope #Closed Starter #Disney Crossover #the emperors new groove #Wreck it Ralph #I hope this makes sense!#Sorry it's so long #wanted to set the scene haha #Next one will be shorter #Emperors honor!#Also hi!#roleplayer #adorable-feisty-misfit

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sga-owns-my-soul · 6 months

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Trinity au? 🔥

okay so. i have Big Thoughts about trinity and specifically how rodney was treated and this fic is the result of those Big Thoughts. the thing that bothers me about trinity is rodney is treated like he's infallible so often. everyone expects rodney to always have to answer, to always come up with a solution to save the day. rodney is a scientist. he is head of science and research and suddenly he's supposed to keep not only his entire team of scientists but also an entire base of marines safe and alive????

by the time trinity happens, rodney has already lost a lot of his team. he has had to watch them die in horrible, terrible, painful ways. and he's expected to always have an answer to fix any problems anyone could even imagine. this is a terrified, broken man who has an unimaginable weight forced onto his shoulders, and then you put him in a position where, if he's right (which, being wrong isn't an option for rodney) then he could save not just the lives of everyone he's suddenly very responsible for, but everyone in the galaxy. hell, everyone in the universe. OF COURSE he gets lost in it. who the hell wouldn't???

and the thing is, elizabeth KNEW this would happen. hell, john knew too!! she straight up SAYS you have to protect rodney from himself sometimes, but john loves him and can't say no and rodney asked john to trust him (bc if rodney can make this work maybe john won't constantly do stupid suicide missions all the time to keep them safe) and how is john supposed to say no to that????? so john (and caldwell) convince elizabeth that yes, rodney should be allowed to continue his work

and then he fucks up

and they act like rodney is the only one to have ever fucked up!!!!!!

exactly one person died from trinity (which was horrible and i'm not dismissing that death) and it was before rodney convinced them to let him go back. you know who else insisted he was right and everyone else was wrong and that he knew better? carson, about his work with michael. you know how many people died from that????? but no, no one got mad at carson bc he's carson and we love him but it's so easy to get mad at rodney bc he's an ass but like

he has every fucking reason to be?????? like if you actually look at his character and what he's put through and what he deals with I WOULD BE AN ASSHOLE TOO!!!!!

wow this post got away from me anyways this fic is entirely about me wishing john realized he was being a dick and stopped treating rodney so badly bc rodney!!!!! didn't!!!!!! deserve it!!!!!!!!

#my trinity au fic: aka my I'm A Rodney Apologist Until The End fic #thank you for this ask friend!!!#and for giving me a reaosn to yell about this fic and this idea #sorry it's so long #except not really bc i'm a rodney mckay apologist till the end #it's not just the hill i'm dying on there's gonna be a plaque and a tombstone to preserve my legacy here #i think this fic will be really good #and not just bc john apologizes for being a dick #my wips #wip wednesday #asks #rodney mckay #john sheppard #sga trinity #sga

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dreamer-oriented-express-1 · 1 month

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Let's all take this time to scroll through this photo/Gif dump of mine of Cody Fern...😍

Gif from: @𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖘 (tumblr.com) Jezzus MAN! So dramatic!😂

His hair is EVERYTHING!❤️

Okay...to be honest, I did NOT know this man existed...honestly! I'm not joking...but then I played Jedi Survivor, and I was curious on who played Dagan Gera...looked him up and that's when I discovered him! I always say this to myself, "There's always an obsession or interest around the corner!" and I believe it's true!

Sorry for the little summary...hope you liked!😂✌️

#posting #photo dump #gif dump #cody fern #looking gorgeous #like wow #appreciation post #if you squint #sorry it's so long #ahhhhh #lol #spread awareness #please please please #he needs more love

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ronkoza · 1 year

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Could you tell us what features and traits does Arne love in Tor, like little things and quirks he adores in him?

sure! Arne adores Tor's deep, quiet and low voice, his soft smile and his bright and keen eyes, his random medical and pathology facts (Tor works as forensic pathologist), his cooking (except the coriander part), his black sense of humor, that he always wear two different colorful socks from other sets and the sound of metallic knocking of his rings on the mug when he’s drinking. the bear tattoo on his back. every single freckle on his body. the way Tor frown or bite his piercing in his lower lip when he’s thinking or deliberating something hard. Arne loves watching Tor knitting, he founds it very adorable seeing him surrounded with colorful yarn. fact that he loves to read poor thrillers and criminals and comments out loud medical mistakes that writers made. he loves Tor wearing sweatpants at home, it gives Arne cozy and warm vibes. and that when they are wandering through the woods, Tor often stops and pick up nature’s pieces to add them to his collection. and that he’s 2 meters tall, mostly wear black but he’s shy and soft hearted man.

#ocs facts #arne #tor #sorry it's so long #and there is more of it #but this answer would turn into an essay #these cows gives me feels

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plaguedoctorjester · 2 months

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Toony Cowboy. Design is still work in progress, but loony toony cowboy here.

Dump Description and Up-Close of some Doodles under cut.

I'd draw comics but that takes a lot of energy. So that's a maybe...

The Doodles

Bonus out of context comic on the original comic.

Description

This Sun is a comic-relief character after undergoing a lot of traumatic events within a short-period of time back when he still worked for a FazCircus with his Brothers (he calls them Brodners) Moon and Eclipse as a trapeze artist. He is an abandoned animatronic alongside Moon (Eclipse mysteriously disappeared like the cryptid he is). After abandonment, he became an outlaw.

He's a hopeless romantic who struggles with verbally expressing his thoughts and emotions. So majority of the time he settles with stumbling around life as a super dumb dude because thinking takes too much processing power.

He's also enchanted with loony toon powers, so he can now consume food, cry, utilize a hammer-space, and make facial expressions. Plus other rubberhose animations and toony effects.

Due to his trauma, he is unable to handle high emotional situations (angst and tension). He needs to isolate himself to process it, but sometimes that makes it worse. Coping Strat: Run away from the stress either normally or by ragdoll flinging himself. Attempting to stay will make him ramble incoherently and make the situation worse, from his POV anyways.

He likes pies and bakes different flavors based on situations. Pumpkin Pies means he's sorry.

Btw, the character next to Sun here is Eclipse. Eclipse is an anomaly. I'll talk about him later.

#my art #going to reblog it onto my art acc #fnaf dca #dca fandom #dca fanart #the daycare attendant #sun fnaf #sundrop #sun dca #ToonyDCA AU #digital art #I've been listening to too many sad love songs for this guy hahaha #I'm not okay lmao #Feeling mentally exhausted even though I want to draw more :[#long post #sorry it's so long #Moon himself in this AU actually belongs to someone else #it's sort of a shared AU but I wanted to show Sun #he's such a blorbo

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themeepyfreak · 11 months

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One of the reasons that I could never warm up to Hook that is completely glossed over in the fandom is how much he screwed Baelfire over with seemingly no remorse. The narrative tries so hard to write off Hook as a good person and Baelfire’s friend in the later seasons that I don’t think people really don’t understand how despicable his actions were.

First, he either convinced Bae’s mother to leave her family or assisted in Bae’s mother leaving her family. I don’t blame Hook too much for that since the majority of the blame is definitely on Milah, but Hook didn’t need to antagonize Rumple and threaten Bae’s only other parent. (They did have Hook address that this was wrong of him on the show though which is more than they usually do.) And even if Hook told Bae that they wanted to go back for him, the truth is that they did not. Bae was 4-6 years old when Milah left, and Rumple killed Milah when Bae was 14 years old in London, so Hook and Milah were together for 8-10 years (common law married at the very least) in which they never actually came back for Bae or even informed him that his mother was alive. If Rumple hadn’t become the Dark One, Bae would have died fighting the Ogres, and there would have been nobody to come back to. I doubt they actually had any intentions of going back to Bae; Hook just said that to give Bae a more positive outlook on the mother that abandoned him.

Then, he built up Bae’s trust for the sole purpose of gaining information to kill his father. He did save Bae from the mermaids and sheltered him for a while, but all of his niceness (until he got attached to Bae) was to gain Bae’s trust so that Bae could give information on his father. Hook’s friendship with Bae that they boast about in later seasons was dependent on a lie and mostly faked on one side.

His main offense that is glossed over the most in canon is that he abandoned Bae and sold him out to Pan. This is debatably one of the worst abandonments in the show, and it is never talked about.

- First, Hook does this within the same day that Bae found out about his mom abandoning him and his dad killing his mom (rubbing salt into the wound). And despite how it appears in the show, this was not a split second decision since Hook (or his crew) had to physically call up the Lost Boys to get Bae. The Lost Boys were mainly on the island and didn’t lurk near the ship without being prompted (or else Bae couldn’t have been on deck when Hook was playing friends with him in fear of being seen). When Hook was giving his “I can change” speech to Bae, the Lost Boys were already called or else they wouldn’t have been there immediately afterwards. Maybe Hook would have hidden Bae if Bae agreed, but he had already sold Bae out by that point.

- Second (and why this abandonment is one of the worst), Hook intentionally sold Bae to a known psychopath that he knew would mentally, physically, and emotionally torture him. Hook knows the Lost Boys and how bad Pan is. That’s why he and his crew are always on the ship rather than on the island. That’s why he tries to avoid Neverland even if he is stuck in the realm. That’s why he hides Bae from the Lost Boys in the first place. Not to mention that selling Bae out was for a selfish reason (to be in Pan’s favor and gain access out of Neverland) and can’t even be argued as being in Bae’s best interests.

- Third, knowing where Bae was and that Bae was suffering, Hook left Bae in Neverland for centuries, perpetuating the initial abandonment. How do you think it felt for Bae to see Hook enter and leave the island/realm over and over again for hundreds of years, leaving Bae on Neverland over and over again? (Part of me wonders whether that’s why Pan let Hook off the island in the first place, to be able to lord about it to Bae.) I strongly suspect that Bae tried to petition to or stowaway with Hook (since he was trying to escape), but Hook refused him and turned him back to Pan (since Hook was in Pan’s employ) which had to hurt worse.

Maybe I could let it go if Hook showed remorse or it was addressed in canon, but instead, the opposite happened. Hook painted this picture of him and Bae as friends (even though most of their friendship was Hook using Bae for information) to bond with Emma after Bae “died”. He lied by omission of all the pain he caused Bae which is never clarified in canon. After Bae actually dies, he tries to rewrite his and Bae’s history again when describing their “friendship” to Henry. And the worst part is that nobody can contest it since Bae is dead in all of these scenes.

Not to mention that when they find out that Bae is alive in Neverland (which Hook did not seem happy about in the slightest), Hook decides to go after Emma, the woman that he knows Bae loves and that loves Bae (since Emma wasn’t quiet about that at all). They are trying to find Henry, and Hook is purposely baiting Bae with talks of his and Emma’s “dalliance” (which implies way more than a kiss). Hook makes it into a competition, as if Emma is a trophy, and continues pursuing Emma in front of Bae even though Emma said “No” countless times. And despite supposedly backing out of the competition after Neverland, he still continues to harass Emma until they kiss immediately after Bae dies and get together in the end. Whether you’re a Swanfire fan or not, the entire thing is rude and disrespectful to Bae.

#once upon a time #ouat #anti hook #antihook #baelfire #neal cassidy #rant #sorry it's so long #hook's done more than i thought #or i'm just angrier than i thought

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murderoushagthesequel · 11 months

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Follow Me

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, beach (860 words)

ok this one REALLY got away from me, and the more i tried to edit it down the longer it got so sorry this one is over the goal wc. but in other news. i need to draw this immediately. also i'm giving this a keep reading cuz it's long <3

“Alright, Captain, we are approaching the affected ship,” Longbottom calls. James nods, taking a deep breath as he always does before a rescue mission. McKinnon and Pettigrew ready the boat for rescue. It’s only a small yacht, but they said it could be holding up to fifty souls. As the yacht comes into view, James internally panics. They aren’t too late, are they?

Reaching the boat, however, James finds it empty. Confused, Longbottom guides them around the other side to see a small island with seemingly every passenger lying on the sand. How they got there, James doesn’t know. There doesn’t seem to be one lifeboat anywhere. The team docks their boat and Pettigrew immediately disembarks to start asking questions.

“Sir, this woman says there was one man who pulled the passengers off the boat and brought them here.” Pettigrew says, returning to James.

“Only one man?” James asks in surprise, surely that isn’t possible. “Where is he?”

“He swam to the other side of the island before getting out of the water, Sir.” James nods and immediately starts walking around the beach. He knows he should stay and do his job, but his curiosity overtakes him. His crew is more than capable of taking care of themselves.

As he comes around the bend of the beach, he stops. He can’t bring his legs to move any further. Standing before him is a man with glistening pale skin, every inch adorned with freckles. His hair: jet black and wavy, curling slightly at the nape of his neck. He’s standing with his back to James, drying himself off with a towel. James quickly looks away, to preserve the man’s modesty, and clears his throat.

In record time, the man is in front of him, handling his face and looking at him quizzically. He feels he’s being studied. As James catches a glimpse of the man’s eyes though, he couldn’t be bothered to give a single fuck if he tried. He’s vaguely aware of his mouth falling open, and then promptly being shut by the man’s slender fingers as he stares into his eyes, focused on James.

They’re the color of the ocean, but much more than that. James will never quite be able to describe all that he can see looking into these eyes, but he knows they hold oceans of knowledge, literally and figuratively.

“You are one of those ‘humans,’ no?” the man finally asks, stepping away. He has a strong accent, but where from, James can’t place.

“Um, yes?” James replies, rather confused. “Aren’t you human too?” The man flashes a grin in reply and James nearly falls to his knees at the sight. He clearly can tell the effect he has on James.

“No,” he replies. “You are quite a nice-looking human, though.” James finds himself blushing from the strange compliment. It feels special coming from him. James stutters through a thank you and the man seems to ponder something for a minute before speaking up again. “What would you say if I asked you to follow me?”

“I’d follow you anywhere,” James replies instantly. He’s a bit shocked at his response but the man acts as if this is perfectly normal.

“Wait here,” he says, and James does. He doesn’t even know this man’s name, yet he awaits his return without a single thought of the people on the other side of the island. He watches the man dive into the water without returning for a few minutes. When he does, he throws his head back, letting his hair fly out of his face, and James is transfixed yet again.

“Well?” the man says, and James realizes he’s been staring for too long. He shakes his head and wades into the water. “Follow me,” he says, and James complies, despite knowing he can’t breathe under water. When he opens his eyes, stinging from the water, he sees the man looking perfectly at home in the ocean.

As he scans down his body, it all makes sense. The man no longer has legs, but a glittering deep blue tail. James gasps and then realizes his mistake when he can’t breathe anymore. “Shit, I forgot,” the man says. He swims over to James and grasps his face in one hand.

“Yes,” James manages to say before his lungs begin filling with water. He somehow just knows what the man didn’t have time to ask.

He lunges forward and captures James’ lips, breathing life back into him. James gets caught up in the feeling, pulling the man closer and trying to push back with as much force as possible. He gets so lost in the kiss that he doesn’t notice his own body has changed. That when the man pulls away, he can breathe again, and his legs are gone. Rather than be terrified, or angry, as most would, James sighs a breath of relief. Something tells him this is where he was meant to end up.

“I’m Regulus,” the man finally says, a clear blush painting his cheeks. “Follow me.” And James does. He swims down deeper and deeper after Regulus. And he never returns to the surface again.

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milkywayes · 5 months

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really I was overdue for another wall of text about garrus

#milky.txt #sorry it's so long

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jo1sstuff · 3 months

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TMAGP episode 4

Violins

With violent strings,