#EZ justice

[fairy-edits]

❤ MY FIRST LOVE... 💙

-Edens Zero-

(#Manga Color)

Credits: H. Mashima's Arts.

Color by me.

[eiirishi]

OLD RADIOCOMPUTER – The machine buzzes with life as a little boy puts in a new line of code, this time surely the correct one to make his Orbis script run without errors and big complaints from the machine itself.

Dinner his dad prepared lays forgotten in the fridge, there are much more important things on his mind. Like the long strip of paper full or error codes the radiocumputer keeps spitting out, the magnificent Locust city he is helping a friend build and how he really needs to ask his dad for more book on Orbis.

EIIRISHI - "Always loved the idea of radiocomputers so I had to join Mikael in his love for them. Well, he likes the coding part more than I am familiar with coding itself, but radiocomputers are a technology that I am still endlessly curious about and we can both agree it's awesome."

Hope you like your gift @tylernol-the-guy

[petri808]

Du-Dun 😏

And the approving parents 🫢🥰

[murder-incarnate]

i'm never gonna see act 2 ever again

[angiecakes1990]

They are soo cute 🥺🥺

[graydagay]

"Honey I'm home" the Onceler called, skipping through the door and chucking his keys on the side table. "Hello my darling" a tired gravelly voice rang through the halls.

Onceler wandered into the lounge, dropping his bag and greeting his husband with a sweet kiss on the forehead. He walked into the kitchen, wafts of cookies and cake filling the air.

Grinch's soft arms wrapped around Onceler as he slumped his head to rest on Onceler's shoulder, "Darling I made some snacks for tonight, so join me on the sofa when you're ready, mkay?" "Sure angel", he replied "Happy anniversary".

Slipping into his pajamas and grabbing a small box Onceler made his way into the living room and sat happily on the loveseat curled up against the Grinch.

"Okay what movie are we choosing", Grinch asked jokingly as he knew they had picked the same one for a decade straight. "I think we choose..." Onceler started "that one" he finished, inevitably pointing at their usual film of choice. "Lovely decision".

The movie was amazing as ever. And even though they each knew every line word for word, they enjoyed it nonetheless. Mostly because of eachothers company, but the tiniest bit because of that one word near the end that Grinch couldn't pronounce to save his life. Onceler thinks it's adorable -but hasn't mentioned that since the second time they watched the movie, for fear of another pink-frosted cupcake to the face.

"That was nice", the Onceler said excitedly "but now I have a little surprise for you". He reached for the little box that had been practically burning a hole in his pocket since he got home.

Passing the box to Grinch and jittering with excitement he motioned for him to open it. Grinch open it. It was a teeny brown orb. "It's a seed", Onceler burst out, "and I know it might not be your kind of thing but Grinchy I made a seed. I can bring trees back," he paused "and I want you to plant it."

Grinch was of course speechless, I mean his brilliant botanist husband had found a way to fix the world. And he had gifted him the key.

"Wow. I- I mean this is amazing Oncie" he managed to get out, "I want to plant it right now." "Grinchy darling it's practically midnight" "So by the morning we might have a sprout."

Onceler followed Grinch out with a flashlight, careful not to slip on the muddy hill. "Okay I found the perfect spot," Grinch announced. He had picked a plot of loose turned up dirt, near the side of the front porch. In the line of flashlight- light he used his fingers to dig a small hole in the dirt, placing the sphere and brushing the displaced ground back again.

Handing Grinch the watering can, he momentarily drifted the flashlight while admiring Grinch's round ass. Brought back by a gruff scoff he redirected the beam of light so Grinch could finish planting the first of the new trees.

@sneetsnartusonuvabitch out of all the ways you could have showed or sent me this this is how I get it

[starlooove]

Do ppl genuinely think jinx blew up the council for the liberation of zaun

[lilbit32]

I’m so sad about the shitstorm Mayans MC turned out to be. I didn’t watch the final season because it was such a mess, but I know what happens and I’ve seen bits here and there. Plus I’ve seen all the discourse about it online. When that show was in production, I was so excited, but this execution was just not it.

PS. The audacity they had to bring back a day one SOA baddie (Happy Lowman) just to have him killed at the hands of the Reyes brothers makes me hate the writers SO MUCH.

[amxlm]

• Jelsie •

[nijigasakilove]

Another great Edens Zero episode!

Rebecca’s leaping ability would be way too broken if it didn’t have some drawbacks. Only being able to go a few minutes back in the past and at extreme physical cost will make her much more reluctant to spam that in the future.

Of course, that’s not the full extent of her power. She still hasn’t mastered the week long leaping style she did in the last arc, but even when she does master that it’ll have the drawback of creating a new world line.

Cute Weisz and Hermit bonding! That headpat was so sweet. But man, this bum Dr. Müller is back and as hypocritical as can be. Didn’t he just hate machines? Now he’s turned himself into one and working for one lol.

Seeing hermit get a legit bout of PTSD there was rough. Can’t wait to see she and Weisz take that loser down for good.

And Ah it wouldn’t be a battle shonen without the character who has a blinding sense of justice trying to stop the heroes from accomplishing their mission 😂 wonder what Elise did to get Justice this angry. Titan, who is weaker than Justice, easily took down beast 1 who are considerably stronger than beast 6 who Shiki and co. struggled against. This’ll be fun.

[wrendrop]

thought i should update this because this is still getting likes and i slightly know how to use tumblr better (lie)

I AM TRYING SO HARD TO FIND THIS ONE ART OF APOLLO JUSTICE AND KLAVIER GAVIN HELP this is my artistic recreation

DID I LIKE HALLUCINATE IT OR SOMETHING???

[alelelesimz]

HI HELLO i'm doing this fun challenge by @buttertrait!!

i made @ezra-trait's aki ukishima!!!! i asked ezra about aki's style and he said and i quote "she's a style hopper" so here she is, gyaru!aki and gothband!aki. i hope i did her justice, thanks for letting me recreate her ez she's precious!! i'm gonna go put her in a crystal box on my desk now

[angiecakes1990]

So he goes for it 😂😂

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : COACH HARLOW

A/N : Thanks to my bby @harlowsbby for this beautiful idea. I hope I did it justice 💜 & to @harlowcomehome for always reassuring me about my writing because I was doubting this one bad.

Today was an exciting day, it was the 4th annual kickball tournament of The Homies, and your husband was going to join in on the fun.

The kids were also excited about it, it’s all they’ve been talking about non stop since they found out, even asking if they could be on the team and play.

You were finishing up getting EZ dressed so you can meet Jack at the stadium. “Momma, is daddy wearing shirt like me?”

You nod, tying his New Balance shoes “Yess baby, even the same shoes.”

“Yay, we gonna be twinsies.”

“Cheesy, you need to get a hat because daddy is wearing that too.” Mia announces as she’s making her way inside the bedroom. “Oh and some shades.”

“Momma, I don’t have hats or shades.” He gasps.

You smile at him, “Don’t worry baby, daddy called me saying he’s got you covered with that. Now let’s head out.”

**********

“Mommy.” Mia giggles. “Look at nino Urby, he’s all tanned and his shorts are really, really short.”

You look ahead and find Urban standing next to Cole and Jack, and Mia was indeed correct. “He’s just like your father, being out in the sun too much will get them all burned quickly.”

“But daddy is really pale, like his shirt, momma.”

“EZEQUIEL.” You laugh. “You’re correct but still don’t say that to him.”

Mia nods “Come on Cheesy, let’s go annoy uncle Ace and Shloob.” She takes a hold of her brothers hand and they run off.

Jack spots you and smiles at you and starts jogging your way.

“Well you look hot.” You tell him as soon as he’s in front of you. “My kids are somewhere around bothering their uncles. Do you want to sneak off somewhere before my husband notices??”

Jack rolls his eyes, pulling you in. “Role play only in bed.” He gives you a quick kiss. “Those were your words if I recall correctly.”

You shrug and tug at his KY necklace. “You know I’m a mess when you wear this chain.”

“Yeah, that’s why I wore it.”

“Mhmm.” You look at him up and down. “I love that the jerseys have your foundation logo.”

“You did good by suggesting it.”

“I know, you should listen to your wife more.” You smirk.

“Don’t I always?” He raises his eyebrows but before you could answer him, your two children were tackling their father to the ground.

You can’t help but smile and admire them, Jack really is a great father and you couldn’t be more thankful for him.

“Daddy, I need hat and shades like yours so we can be twinems.”

“Neelam has that for you little man.” Jack stands up from the ground, the kids attached to him like some koalas. “You guys want to learn how to play?”

EZ nods excitedly, while Mia pulls away and stands in front of her father, raising her eyebrows at him. “Isn’t it just kicking the ball and running around?”

You can’t help but let out a little chuckle at Jack’s offended look on his face. “Not exactly.” He signals Urban to throw him the ball.

“So this is what you do.” Jacks starts, earning a groan from his oldest, but an excited shriek from his youngest.

After thirty minutes of Jack explaining to the kids how kickball works, he’s ready to let them have a little practice game with the guys.

“Remember Mia, you kick the ball from the side of your foot, not the front.”

That has her groaning, “Dad, I thought that was for soccer.”

Everyone chuckles, which causes Mia to glare at all of her uncles and her dad. “It’s not even funny, so I don’t know why you’re all laughing.”

“Damn, she’s a feisty little seven year old huh?” Cole asks Jack

“Oh, you have no idea.” Jack smiles, nodding.

“Daddy, can we play now?” Ezequiel asks.

“Yeah, you’re up first little man.”

Urban rolls the ball towards Ezequiel and to your surprise he ends up kicking it really far and and hard.

“RUN EZ”

“GO GO GO.”

“HELL YEAH LITTLE MAN.”

“HE GETS THAT KICK FROM ME.” Urban yells the last part.

Jack rolls his eyes “Keep thinking that.”

Ezequiel makes it to third base and does a little shake of his body to celebrate his success. “Your turn Mia bug.” He yells to his sister.

“Nino Urb, not too hard okay?”

Urban nods, “I got you princess.” He tosses the ball towards Mia but she misses and doesn’t kick it. “It’s okay, you get three tries.”

“Throw it straight, you’re throwing it to the side and I’m right here.” Mia grumbles out.

“Keep your eyes on the ball Mia.” Jack yells.

“What do you think I’m doing?”

You chuckle but not loud enough that she can hear you. “Mia, está bien mami, tú puedes.”

She turns to look at you, pouting “Pero se están riendo de mí.”

“Guys, can you please not laugh? She’s trying her best.”

“Mia, I’m tossing it slower this time okay?” Urban yells.

Mia nods and waits for the ball to be a foot closer so she can kick it. “YES” she yells as she sees that she ended up kicking it and tries to run to second base but she ends up kicking the ball straight into Urban’s hands.

“MIA YOU’RE OUT.” Nemo yells.

You, Jack and Urban glare at him, while Mia stops mid run and sees Urban drop the ball immediately.

“UGH I DON’T WANNA PLAY ANYMORE.” She stomps her way towards you and hugs your legs. “Nino Urby, why did you catch it? And Nemo, you are annoying.”

Urban smiles sadly at her “I didn’t catch it, you have good aim that you kicked it into my hands bug.” You know he’s lying but you’re not about to make your daughter feel worse.

“Daddy, I hate this game and I don’t want to play.”

“She’s competitive like you, Jackman.” Cole adds.

Jack starts jogging his way towards you and Mia once he notices that she really is frustrated and got her feelings hurt about the game.

Jack kneels in front of her “Mia, baby?”

“Hmm?” Is all she mutters out, scrubbing at her eyes.

“You and I are the same, you know?” He stands up and holds Mia to him. “We both love to win and we hate when the game doesn’t go our way, but we have to realize that at the end of the day, it’s just a game and we should enjoy the time with our loved ones, just running around and laughing.”

“But daddy, what’s the fun in that? I want to win.”

You and Jack share a smile because you’ve heard him say those exact words more than you can count. “The fun is being with family.”

Mia sighs, “I guess. But is it okay if I just watch?” She looks behind Jack, towards the field “Plus, I think Cheesy is the sporty one, he did really well.”

Jack smiles, “You did too, baby.”

She rolls her eyes, “Thank you for being nice.” she taps his shoulder signaling him to let her down. “Now go win, me and mommy will be cheering you on.”

“You got it Mia.” They do their little handshake and Mia watches her dad run off towards the middle of the field where her brother and uncles were.

Mia crosses her arms, looking towards the field, then back at you with raised eyebrows. “Mommy, can we get wings and icey? It’s gonna be a long day seeing these silly boys run around in a triangle.”

You smile, and fix your sunglasses. “Yes let’s go, I’m dying in this heat.”

“How much you wanna bet daddy and uncles are gonna loose?”

You gasp, “Mia, we’re supposed to be cheering them on.”

She shrugs, “We will, but I know and you know that they’ll lose.”

“You are evil, young lady.” You shake your head.

“I get it from my daddy.” She smiles.

************

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[did-we-imagine]

I'm sorry I wasn't super clear. I meant it in Ozai doesn't do feelings for others. I agree with your assessment about him.

NPD vs imperialism is an interesting discussion, which I would really love to see through the lense of academia tbh. I agree that these systemes tend to both bring the worst in peopme and favor those with colder/crueler dispositions. The only point that I'd like to add is that in minors' cases, PDs aren't formally diagnosed due to a myriad of reasons. Also used to be on a few forums of survivors of narcissistic abuse where they really insisted on this. I kind of see your point with Zhao and Iroh. Killing the moon is the kind of heresy that not even Azulon or pre-redemption Iroh would have bought to IMO.

I had Zuko's trauma in mind when I said this. Also Azula's (having a schizophrenic breakdown at 14 and being forsaken by your crazy abusive father and your 2 best friends is not bound to help her see things clearly). She is not in the head space to understand that Zuko wants to tend an olive branch (remember how she was still hallucinating during the previous comics?), and Zuko, in my humble opinion, is a traumatized teenager who doesn't have the tools to deal with that, and that's OK. He's just 2 years older than her, in a medieval~ish world where they don't necessarily understand mental illness or trauma and don't have access to good therapy.

I don't think that the siblings should necessarily have a relationship if it's detrimental to any of them or at the cost of more important things like the stability of world peace (i.e: Azula plotting to get the throne or put back Ozai on it to continue their quest to world domination).

However, if we consider that the little manga which came out with the movie as canon, Azula provided Zuko with a ship (i can't remember if she helped with the crew tho?) when Ozai kicked him from the palace, which is something that Zuko might feel grateful for. Also the way he talked to Iroh "I know she's my sister and we should get along." and his rather forgiving disposition (my dude literally tried to save Zhao from Koizilla and said he hoped Ozai'd get better in jail), he's probably still attached to her. Looking forward to see how this will play out for all involved. I just hope nobody gets hurt/harmed.

PS: The respective positions of GC Azula and SG Zuko are also bound to drive a wedge between them because while the GC is also abused through enmeshment/isolation/manipulation/the narc parent living vicariously through them, the GC usually has a harder time realizing how toxic the narc parents is and how terrible the much overt abuse the SG child goes through (hence feelings of betrayal on the SG kid's part, GC looks like they're thriving while SG is withering while both are terrified and in survival mode: the first by ensuring that they never become SG and even tricking them at times , the second is scared of further rageful attacks and confused because the truth is that narcissistic abuse is never fair and the rules are everchanging thanks to the gaslighting) ,and the SG is not necessarily aware of the subtle abuse that is going on for the GC. (I.e: IRL, some SG kids are doing relatively well as adults because they fended for themselves whereas GC sibs were not taught to function without the narc...🤡They were never allowed to exist/develop as a separate entity from the N).

And once the SG is gone, the GC finds that there is no more buffer between them and the unquellable rage of the narcissistic parent.

When people are like "all Azula wanted was love!"

...and to subjugate the Earth Kingdom. She also very much wanted that.

I'm seeing so many posts about her dream in that Spirit Temple preview that ignore that in her dream, she's being praised not just by the people she wants praise from, but specifically she is being praised for conquering ba sing se by Iroh, becoming fire lord by Ursa, and killing the Avatar by Zuko.

In real life, the reason why she doesn't get that praise is not because these people hate her unfairly, it's because those are actions she does not deserve praise for.

Like, so many people are missing the point, which is that Azula still thinks that if only she were successful and powerful, everyone would love her. She thinks that her mother would love her if she were fire lord, when in reality, her mother already loves her, but tried to teach her kindness, lessons which Azula rejected. She thinks that Iroh would love her if she conquered Ba Sing Se and Zuko would love her if she killed the Avatar, when in reality, they had to stop her from doing those things.

Instead of realizing that she needs to change her values, Azula blames the people around her for not aligning with those values. If only THEY would change, not her.

I think it's interesting that of the group in her dream, Ozai is the only one saying things he would actually say in reality, exclaiming "my favorite child!" but of course the reality is that he is imprisoned and that his favoritism is empty and abusive.

It kinda makes me wonder why, in this fantasy, she doesn't imagine her father telling her he loves her, instead of "my favorite child"? I feel like the reason is because even in a fantasy she can't admit to herself that her father never really loved her, that he was abusive and that the things he made her do and want were wrong. So instead, she imagines a scenario where everyone else is wrong and she gets praised for being the daughter Ozai made her into.

And she can continue going on being the favorite. One of the most interesting things about the dream is Zuko's lack of a scar, but that also highlights the wrongness of everything. Zuko sitting next to Ozai, scarless and placid while Ozai calls Azula his favorite child is perverse for one because it's wrong for a parent to talk about their children in front of each other that way, but most importantly, Zuko's scarring was caused by Ozai's favoritism. As I said in that other post, there is no world where Azula gets to be the favorite where Zuko isn't hurt, because in the golden child / scapegoat dynamic, the golden child cannot exist without the scapegoat. The reality is also that Ozai roped Azula into his abuse of Zuko as part of making her the favorite. The reality is that Azula cheered when she saw her brother burned, because it meant she was still the favorite.

Azula imagining her brother without a scar might be a manifestation of caring for him deep down, but it's really a manifestation of the things she's still in denial about, and one of those things is that Ozai used his favoritism of her to justify hurting her brother. She might, somewhere in her subconscious, feel guilty for the part she played, for cheering when he was scarred, but she hasn't yet reached the point where she can actually admit that what happened was wrong, and that's still an issue.

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

and i don't even like you that much... wait, i do (fuck)

Speculative s7 fic by @sagegreenfrogs and I! Next up, Camp Counsellor AU!

Soren gave General-Queen Amaya her arm-punch much sooner than he'd thought. That was nice, but the cons outweighed the pros. The cons being that Katolis was in shambles and still burning, that after everything, Viren still managed to evade justice, and, oh yeah, Aaravos was out of his prison. That had been hard to miss.

Commander Gren had directed him to a tent near the hall where the wedding had been held, to where Ezran sat, talking in a low voice with Queen Aanya of Duren and Queen Janai.

The younger girl looked up when he entered quietly and bowed, placing a hand on Ez's back and nodding to Soren. “Why don't I go make arrangements for you to come to Duren with me?”

He reached out for her before seeming to remember himself, curling his fist around thin air. “But what about… What about my brother? What about Rayla, my people? The Crownguards, the castle staff?”

“I'll find a mage to send word to Prince Callum,” Janai promised, getting to her feet. “Your people are always more than welcome here.”

Aanya nodded in agreement. “The same will go for me. We can consolidate our powers, Duren and Katolis and New Aurea. We will find a way to defeat Aaravos, and we'll help you rebuild Katolis. There every step of the way.”

Ezran took a deep, shaky breath in, and soldiered to his own feet alongside Aanya. “Alright. Thank you two so much.”

Queen Janai squeezed his soldier gently. “Of course. We are not only allies, King Ezran, but family.”

The two queens took their leave, and Soren was left alone with a shuddery Ezran. He waved him over, wiping his hands on his bright red pants in the heat.

“Hey,” he said. “How bad is it, really?”

Soren averted his gaze. “It’s… bad, King Ezran. Really bad. The castle is in the ground, and so’s the town. But we got a lot of the citizens out, nearly all of them.”

He stayed quiet for a long moment, an uncomfortable one.

Soren stepped forward. “Listen, evacuating and abandoning the castle was my idea. No one else's. Get mad at me, but don't blame-”

Ezran cut him off with a tight hug. “Thank you,” he whispered. “That was a good choice. The right one. I'm so proud of you, Soren. I trust you.”

For once, it didn't feel like what Soren was being told was the right choice was an ulterior motive in disguise.

Soren held him back, wishing he didn't have to deliver the next news. But Ezran was his friend and the king, his king, and so he had to.

“Viren is dead,” he whispered, and Ez lurched back. “He used his heart for a spell to protect people, to make them fireproof.”

“The one from Lux Aurea? The Storm Spire?” Fear flashed in Ezran’s eyes, but not fear of him, fear for him. Because Ezran had known how desperately terrified of becoming a monster, especially at his father’s hands, that Soren was, and then had handed him all the tools to do it on a silver platter.

He nodded. “Yes.”

Ezran looked down. “Okay. Okay. It's not- it's not great, but we can work with it. At least he's not a threat anymore, right? Assuming he doesn't get resurrected for a third time.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t tend to stay gone,” Soren agreed, laughing in spite of everything. “But, King Ezran- it's- okay, I have one more piece of bad news for you.”

Ezran pulled away from the embrace to look up at him with apprehensively raised eyebrows. “What?”

He bit his lip.

“Soren.”

He looked away. “Aaravos is out. My sis- Claudia freed him.”

Ezran lurched away and spat out a string of words that Soren couldn't exactly say he approved of, but sure did accurately describe the situation.

He eased the younger boy down onto his chair, holding a glass of water to his lips as he struggled to breathe. “Hey, it's okay. Breathe in and out.”

Ezran shook his head, fisting his hand in the fabric over his heart and using the other to slam down on the table. “No. No, I’m fine. I have to be fine. Letters. I- I need to send letters, get help and tell Callum-”

“I already did that,” Soren assured him. Written on the ride over, handwriting wonkier than its usual wonkiness, but he’d gotten word out across the continent asking for aid.

Ezran gripped his sleeve and looked up at him gratefully. “Thanks.”

“Don’t even mention it. Now, why don’t we go get you some fresh air?” Soren offered a hand up.

Ezran ducked his head and took it, allowing him to adjust the gleaming crown around his head. Just once, Soren wished he could yank it off and let the boy be a kid. Not a king, not someone with the weight of the world on his young shoulders. Just a kid who hadn’t even gone through puberty yet.

“You’ve got this,” Soren assured him, because, well… there wasn’t much other choice, was there?

Ezran’s eyes saddened. He knew it, too.

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