#Hello Izumi!

[demaparbat-hp]

Izumi (steambaby) sketches.

[srasdoesthings]

*＊✿❀Day 4: Sirens vs Witches❀✿＊*

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The Shattered Lie in the Sea of Blue

"I missed you, you know?"

Bonus: AU lore under cut :3

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[yamato-2kaido]

On a Hello Calling kick and I love them they’re so cute 🫶🏻

[inky-trash]

Hatsune Miku overload ! ~ ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

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[muffinlance]

Would you be willing to do one where the g'aang meets zuko with his dragons and is like? Wtf? Because I would appreciate the image of aang seeing thw dragons and going, can I pet em, while sokka or katara is like, can I fight dragons? No, no I cannot, and the other is going, not evil fire lord, bet. Please?

(Continued from parts one, two, and three.)

“My older brother should have had the throne, of course,” said the man Aang had come to meet. “But he was still mourning for his son, when… Well, when I think of it now, it was the beginning. My father, poisoned in his bedchambers. My wife, missing in the night. It took me years to piece together what must have happened. It was unthinkable, for a child so young to…”

Aang swallowed thickly, his hands balls on his legs. “Zuko… did all that?”

“When he was younger than you are now. There was always something wrong with that child,” former Fire Lord Ozai said, from between the ruin of his twisted lips in his scared face. Aang wasn’t sure how much farther the scaring extended, but… but he could see it creeping down under the man’s collar, emerging again on his hands. “I was not—I am not—a good man, Avatar Aang. I know that. I was like King Kuei, sheltered in my palace, unaware of the true extent of this war. A spare prince; I was never meant to rule. Neither was he. But obstacles were removed from his path, one by one, until I was the only one who stood in his way. I was not a good man, Avatar. But I would never try to kill my own father.”

“Thank you for speaking with me,” Aang said. “And… I accept your offer, Sifu Ozai.”

Sokka and Katara shifted behind him, uneasily. Long Feng gave no sign as to his opinion, beyond being the one to make this meeting with the Fire Nation’s rebel leader possible. But there were very few firebenders not under Fire Lord Zuko’s control. Aang had to learn from someone. And… at least Ozai understood, how dangerous fire could be.

* * *

Earth King Kuei had thrown out the treaty his advisors had spent so long negotiating, and slapped together his own private agreement with Fire Lord Zuko after only a few days; Ba Sing Se and the eastern part of the continent were left intact and under Kuei’s reign, while the western coast was handed off to the Fire Nation as tribute. 

The North Pole’s borders remained closed.

The South had been the first nation pressed into an end-of-war treaty, while the Fire Lord’s dragons watched on.

The Air Nomads… if there were any left, still hiding somewhere, they hadn’t come out for Aang.

* * *

Master Yagoda wasn’t a fighter, and claimed that one world journey was quite enough for her lifetime. She’d remained in the South Pole after Aang’s training there was complete, to help her new tribe.

Long Feng’s responsibilities as the Earth Kingdom’s own rebel leader made it inadvisable for him to place himself in enemy hands. The Fire Lord and King Kuei were close; if Long Feng were taken prisoner, he would be handed off to Ba Sing Se for a quick trial, and likely a quicker execution. 

Sifu Ozai’s injuries made it impossible for him to truly fight by Aang’s side, of course, even if he didn’t face an even swifter death than Long Feng should they be captured on Fire Nation soil.

But this was Aang’s job. He was the Avatar, so he had to do this. He had to give all the nations of the world a chance to grow, free from the Fire Lord’s enforced peace. 

“We’re not leaving you now,” Katara said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Her brother mirrored her, a moment later.

They’d started as his escorts, in this terrifying new world. He’d trained under the same master Katara had; learned everything there was to know about healing, from Master Yagoda, who’d used the false peace to travel south. Healing was… it was so much better, than the training Sifu Long Feng had put him through, the precise way earthbending could be used to contain or kill. Or Sifu Ozai’s lessons, hard learned, about just how much fire it took to truly stop a fellow bender. At least Ozai had been sympathetic to Aang’s concerns, to the culture only he seemed to remember. Ozai didn’t want his son dead, either. He still loved him, even after what he’d done. He just… wanted him stopped. 

Fire didn’t kill easily. But it could definitely stop someone. And then Aang could heal him, and just… keep him in jail. The Fire Lord had a little sister, kept hostage all these years, who Ozai thought might still be convinced to join them. She could be the new Fire Lord, with Ozai as her regent. And then the Earth King’s main ally would be gone, and Long Feng could go back to reclaim his home for the people, instead of the nobility who’d grown rich on war without ever stepping foot outside of their walled inner city. 

And. And Aang could travel, and relearn this world, and practice his healing more. That was what the world really needed: healing. 

But it was like Yagoda had taught him. Sometimes a break had to be reset, before it could really heal.

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It was… really easy, getting into the Fire Nation palace. They rolled Appa in soot, and came in the night. Landed on a roof. Entered through an upper window on an inner courtyard, where guards wouldn’t think to stand watch. The Fire Nation had uncontested aerial supremacy, after all.

They knew where the Fire Lord’s rooms were; they were Ozai’s old ones. They were also very empty. Which they’d been warned about, because apparently the Fire Lord did his best evil planning at night when his advisors couldn’t reign him in. 

There was the flicker of candlelight under the sliding doors to his office. And… no guards. Which led to a round of is-this-the-right-place looks shared between them, but. This was where the map Ozai had given them said to go. So they had another round of looks, with resolute nods this time, and then Katara was sliding open the door as he and Sokka ran in and…

…And a very tired looking servant was standing in front of a desk, shuffling papers around like there was something he’d missed in them. His long hair was partially tied up in a frazzled bun, but mostly down his back. He blinked at them through a pair of glasses that were almost an exact match for the ones in fashion at King Kuei’s court, like he’d gotten them from the same artisan. And also there were some ink stains on his face, like maybe he’d fallen asleep on some still-drying documents. So… maybe a scribe? 

“Where’s the Fire Lord?” Sokka demanded, club raised.

“...I can see the family resemblance,” said the servant, who had turned fully to face them, and oh. He… had the Fire Lord’s scar. And there was the Fire Lord’s crown, being used as a paperweight at the edge of the desk. 

“Does Chief Hakoda know his children are here to assassinate his ally—” Fire Lord Zuko said.

“ ‘Ally’ is a little strong,” interrupted Sokka.

“—Or do the Water Tribes have their own ‘rebel leader’ now?”

“ ‘Assassinate’ is a little strong, too,” Aang said softly, shuffling his feet, his hands tight around his staff.

The Fire Lord stared at him a moment. “...Ah. So my father would prefer that you maim me, and drop me in a dark cell for the rest of my life?” 

“Umm.”

Zuko stared, and stared, and then pushed up his glasses and rubbed at his eyes. “Listen. Can we just… reschedule this?” 

“Reschedule,” Katara repeated. “This.”

“You haven’t attacked me yet, so this isn’t technically a diplomatic incident. It’s just… a scheduling conflict?”

Sokka snorted, and then looked vaguely angry at himself. Katara elbowed him. Aang kept gripping his glider, but maybe a little less tightly.

“We got news of an earthquake on Shojima not even two candlemarks ago,” the Fire Lord said, sliding his glasses back down. “Which means the tsunami is on its way to the main coast by now, if it hasn’t hit already, and I need to get these out if the relief supplies are going to be on their way by morning. So we can either have a really fast assassination attempt and then I have to add ‘explain to the world why the Fire Lord killed the Avatar and a nation’s heirs’ to my schedule sometime this week. Or we can talk first, but I don’t have time for that, so can we reschedule this to…”

And the very evil Fire Lord turned away from them to begin shuffling through his papers.

“First,” Sokka said, pointing a finger at the teenager, “Aang would be more than a quick fight, rude. Second: I’m still working on the second, but seriously, rude. And third, what do you mean you’d put our fiery-death-explanations into your schedule sometime this week?”

The Fire Lord didn’t seem to be listening. But he’d apparently found his appointment book, so that was good? Except for all the flipping.

“I can do… lunch tomorrow? If you’re okay with actually eating while we talk. I’m not allowed to skip meals, or Captain Izumi cancels my appointments ‘for national security’.”

Sokka slowly lowered down his pointing finger. 

“Talking would be good,” Aang said. “I like talking.”

And then they got to meet Captain Izumi, which was a lot scarier than meeting the Fire Lord.

And then they realized that what they’d thought was vaguely tacky dragon-print paneling along two walls was actual dragon skin and this wasn’t an office it was an open-air veranda and—

“Quick fight” might have been an accurate prediction, yes. 

More accurate than Sifu Ozai’s map.

(Read more prompts || Longer ATLA fics || Original works)

[mayoiayasep]

[id: two pictures of iori and riku dancing together, with the second being iori putting riku in a dip. in the first picture they both have smaller smiles and in the second picture riku appears to be laughing, while iori's smile is still small but bigger than the first picture. end id]

me personally im still here actually

[sokkas-therapist]

A little idea I had for my Zukka single father’s au! (the one where Senna and Izumi parent trap their dads so they can be sisters, which I may or may not have posted about on here before?? At least not a ton, lmk if you guys would be interested in seeing more of this au)

Anyway, thinking about them having an evening-out-on-the-town date planned, but when Zuko comes to pick Sokka up he can tell how exhausted Sokka is, and can see that he doesn’t really feel like going out anymore.

even though Sokka insists on keeping his word and going out like they planned, Zuko gets him to stay in and they curl up on the couch and have a movie night instead. They make popcorn, get lots of blankets, kick the girls out and tell them to ‘go bonding together’, and maybe Zuko massages the tension out of Sokka’s shoulders before he falls asleep.

They have a better night together than if they’d forced themselves to go do things, and find the beauty in allowing yourself some time to recharge with those you love <3

[leoizus]

🧡 leoizu in wonderful happiness mv 🩵

[decayinglemon]

You're not a Real Girl if u Haven't Done THIS at the Sleepover

[alexwrites20]

Longing Feelings are Just Car Wrecks

Hello! I haven't written anything Ajin related in years. After reading (and cringing over) some of my old fanfiction, I really wanted to put out more content. I feel like the fandom has died off but to those who are still into it, I hope you enjoy!

Izumi Shimomura was a busy woman.

Tonight, Shimomura was finishing up on a few emails, fixing an excel spreadsheet, while listening to the latest update on one of her favorite podcasts. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Tosaki looking up at her from his own laptop every now and then. These quiet nights together used to make her nervous, their hierarchical relationship was still so strict, something that they were both trying to maintain. As the weeks went on, that feeling started to die down by a lot. They would check in with each other a few times a day, most of the time not saying anything at all. They didn't have to. Shimomura valued these moments; they were peaceful, and she didn't have to subject herself to listening to two teenage boys having a screaming fight back and forth at each other.

Tosaki reached forward and slightly angled her laptop so he could see it. Shimomura must have not noticed how much louder her clicking has gotten, something that happens when something had started to annoy her. She sighed, pausing her podcast and taking out her earbuds.

"Are you alright," Tosaki scanned through the email she was typing up.

Shimomura leaned back in her chair, "I'm fine," she paused, Tosaki waiting for her to finish her thoughts, "I just have to fix another mistake that one of the new interns made. I don't know why they were hired straight out of college. They don't know how to do much."

"Neither did you," Tosaki said, a small smirk growing on his face. . Shimomura shrugged, slightly defeated, "I suppose."

Tosaki shut her laptop, "Well, it'll get done tomorrow. It's late."

Shimomura checked the time on her watch. It was nearing two in the morning and as if on command, a small yawn escaped from her mouth. It wasn't often that the two were able to actually get any sleep. The day was a bit quieter though, and as of right now they couldn't track down Sato. Usually that would alarm all of them, but this wasn't the first time they tried to capture Sato. They had to remain calm in order to win.

"What were you listen to," Tosaki asked.

Shimomura looked down at her phone and smiled slightly, "A serial killer podcast."

Tosaki let a small puff of laughter out, "Are you taking notes on how to finish me once and for all when all this is over?"

Shimomura grinned up at him, "Well it would be nice to put my suspicions to rest on if you're an ajin or not Tosaki-san."

"Well," Tosaki shut his laptop off, "Perhaps we can find out at some point in the future."

Shimomura frowned, "I don't think I'd ever want to find out actually. The chance of you not," why was she getting so emotional? She must really be tired. She took a deep breath before starting again, "The chance of you not waking up...I don't think I'd ever be okay with that."

Tosaki smiled gently at her before going to hold her hand, "You can't get rid of me that easily."

Shimomura stared down at their hands before looking back up at him, "I know that Tosaki-san."

Tosaki felt a strange pang in his chest that he wasn't used to. The feeling was inappropriate, abusive, and just plain wrong. The feelings he had felt like a car crash in a dramatic movie. Long, dragged out, every small detail of the crash felt horrible, and yet he couldn't look away. Crashes only end bad, and this feeling felt like one of those situations. No matter how hard he tried to stop it though, he could never shake the feeling.

Shimomura felt her face heating up, "Well," she cleared her throat and pulled her hand away, "I'll be on my way."

He was upset that this feeling was going to end just as it started, "Alright. Sleep well."

Shimomura stayed seated for a few seconds, trying to figure out something else to say. She was just too damn tired, she could hardly think, and the way he stared at her made her go crazy. She stood up and slipped her phone away, "Good night Tosaki-san."

They both supposed internally that they could address these feelings at a later time.

Notes:

I'm happy to be writing some slow burn mom and dad again. I haven't watched or read the manga in a very long time so they might be a bit ooc but thanks for reading anyway! Maybe I'll post some of my old fanfiction since some things got lost when I deleted my old account.

[gmanmedias]

day 11: make a board based off of one of your or a friends oc

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@bloomics

[mihai-florescu]

Has anyone gotten into enstars based on my lightbrush vs wataei battle propaganda i wonder

[caramelmochacrow]

d4dj side mix: super ride!!! :D

[todayisafridaynight]

This might not be anything, but while writing about your fics, the way you have the characters' mannerisms down PERFECTLY got me thinking about mirroring...

There's a lot of it in 7 (Horii is a directorial genius etc etc), most of it more intentional than these probably are, but there's something so interesting about mirroring that takes the tone of a (relatively) fond memory, a familiar gesture, and inverts it in the way shown here.

OH I'M GLAD YOU'VE NOTICED THESE TOO I think I mentioned it months back (or I drafted a post 'bout it but didn't think it was anything noteworthy) but I always really did like how the Arakawa Family mimicked each other's mannerisms (also circling back to how Jo and Masato calling Ichiban 'Ichi' presumably after picking it up from Arakawa)!

Aoki actually does the same sitting gesture too! I went back to double check and skim through the rest of the game's cutscenes, and as far as I could tell unless I skipped a scene, it really is only these three that do this specific pose:

It's such a small detail but I love it immensely and it really does highlight their connections with each other and it drives me insane

[aldebarangel]

bsd + the oh hellos songs

tachihara: Second Child, Restless Child

See I was born a second child

With a spirit running wild, running free

And they saw trouble in my eyes

They were quick to recognize the devil in me

yosano: Hello, My Old Heart

Hello, my old heart

How have you been?

Are you still there inside my chest?

atsushi and kyouka: Theseus

Maybe that's what it's all about

We keep fixing what we know is only bound to break

What's worth saving is never worth letting go to waste

I want to mend what I've got, instead of throwing away

atsulucy: Soap

I think that you're worth keeping around

I think that you're worth holding onto

It's gonna hurt like hell

But we're gonna be well

I'll give you my best shot

dazai: I Have Made Mistakes

But we will overcome the apathy that has made us

Because we are not alone in the dark with our demons

And we have made mistakes

But we've learned from them

kyouka: Exuent

Even when you hunt me with ire, relentless

Batter down my door when you find me defenseless

I will not abide all your raging and reaving

I have set my mind and my will, I am leaving

fyodor: Danse Macabre

[izufen]

i love a big woman