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hisdarkconsort · 7 months ago

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100 Questions

I stole this from another blog and it was from years ago but I don't care. Most people either don't know me at all or only know me from The Rabid House discord server which I'm no longer in.

1. What is your nickname?

Saturn or Shay but I definitely go by Saturn online lately.

2. How old are you?

35 but mentally like 18-20ish (sometimes even younger) and I'm not just saying that to be funny. I am autistic.

3. What is your birth month?

October

4. What is your zodiac sign?

I am a Libra Sun, Scorpio Rising and Saggitarius Moon

5. What is your favorite color?

Blue and Black...not together. I wear alot of black head to toe cause I'm an alt girl.

6. What’s your lucky number?

Thirteen...and no I'm not a T Swift fan.

7. Do you have any pets?

Yes, a cat named Dekker. He's named after the gay actor/musician, Thomas Dekker, who I just say is the male version of myself because we just have alot in common as far as interests go.

8. Where are you from?

USA in the Midwest

9. How tall are you?

5 feet 6 inches

10. What shoe size are you?

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

I own alot but I only wear my Vans

12. What was your last dream about?

I have been dreaming alot about someone else's Dark Urge character, no not Sylvan.

13. What talents do you have?

Absolutely none.

Obsessing over characters and/or people to the point I lose sleep and annoy anyone I talk to.

14. Are you psychic in any way?

I say yes, but I predict shit on accident all the time.

15. Favorite song?

I've never had a favorite song in my life because it changes constantly.

16. Favorite movie?

Well I was obsessed with the Twilight series for YEARS. And owned/still own a shit ton of merch and own all 5 movies in several different versions. (DVD, Blu-ray, Extended) Plus the little BTS videos they were sold seperately. I was also really obsessed with FSOG.

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

Nobody because I am Aro. But my perfect guy would definitely be gay or at least bi/pan and a perfect women would be a hot lesbian lmao. Everyone has to be queer. LMAO But I don't want a relatonship tbh.

18. Do you want children?

No.

19. Do you want a church wedding?

Absolutely fucking not. Churches make me highly uncomfy and I am far from religious.

20. Are you religious?

Does believing in science and the supernatural count? Christianity is a cult.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Yes.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

Yes but never arrested.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

Not huge celebrities. But I have hopped into a live podcast just to talk to Thomas Dekker lmao and I used to talk to one of his besties occasionally on IG and she also followed me until they had a falling out. His sister still follows my rarely active IG account.

24. Baths or showers?

Both?

25. What color socks are you wearing?

Currently not wearing any.

26. Have you ever been famous?

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

No thanks.

28. What type of music do you like?

Everything.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

I have. I'll spare the story though cause its a big yikes.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Three.

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

On my right side.

32. How big is your house?

I live in a tiny apartment in an eleven story building.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

Left overs or whatever is available in my fridge that morning.

34. Have you ever left the country?

Never.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

Uh...no

36. Favorite clean word?

Trying to think of one...and I use too many dirty words...

37. Favorite swear word?

Fuck

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

3 days

39. Do you have any scars?

All over. I have acne scars, injury scars.

My bigger ones include my elbow from a bicycle accident when I was little, a round scar on my knee from getting pushed into my bed frame, and a cresent scar on my index finger from it getting shut in a heavy door at work that needed stitches and therapy. I still cannot bend my finger all the way but gaming with a controller helped alot.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

Not that I care to know of.

41. Are you a good liar?

No, I suck. I"m way too blunt and honest.

42. Are you a good judge of character?

No. I’m ridiculously oblivious and don’t want to assume things about people.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

I can do a shitty Kermit and a shitty british accent.

44. Do you have a strong accent?

No, its literaly midwest news reporter accent. I don't talk like a news reporter...just American news reporters lack accents so that they can sound clear?

45. What is your favorite accent?

I would say British or Irish but I'm so used to those accents because I watch so many things where people have those accents that I don't notice the accent.

46. What is your personality type?

I forget. I don't care enough.

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

I would say my old winter coat that I no longer wear...because one...it isn't my style and two...the zipper broke and it’s too small. My second would probably be my "The Shining" Vans.

48. Can you curl your tongue?

Like fold it? Yes. In both ways.

49. Do you have an innie or an outie bellybutton?

Innie.

50. Left or right handed?

Right.

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Mostly no. But if I see one suddenly and its moving fast...I might jump.

52. Favorite food?

Chicken

53. Favorite foreign food?

Italian Pasta dishes or Chinese food. Or Mexican.

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

I'm very messy and unorganized both. Its kinda embarressing.

55. Most used phrase?

I go through phases and its usually whatever the internet is saying. I keep up with slang even though I'm old. Lol

56. Most used word?

Honestly...the F word. I don't even realize I say it.

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

Like 5-10 mins.

58. Do you have much of an ego?

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

Suck on them then bite when I think my teeth can handle it.

60. Do you talk to yourself?

Always when alone..out loud and I even have full blown conversations as if I were talking to someone else. Its very delulu but at least I'm actually aware I'm doing it. I think its a habit from my childhood that I never outgrew. I'm also autistic so it also might be why.

61. Do you sing to yourself?

Yes

62. Are you a good singer?

I stay in tune at least.

63. Biggest Fear?

Death

64. Are you a gossiper?

Sometimes.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

I can't think of one on top of my head.

66. Do you like long or short hair?

I had long hair as a young child and then my old step-mom cut it off and forced me to have short hair and I hated it for years and then when I moved out, I grew it long but now that I'm older I prefer it shorter even though right now it's long but that's because Im due for a haircut.

On other people...I dont have a preference.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

Yes, but not in order.

68. Favorite school subject?

Lunch ( I hated school)

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

Super introvert!!!!!

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

No.

71. What makes you nervous?

Dating. Not only does it make me nervous but it gives me major anxiety which now I avoid dating at all and have like no desire to.

72. Are you scared of the dark?

I used to be but now no.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

I want to but I try avoiding it because I come off as rude when I do when its not even on purpose. That's an autistic thing.

74. Are you ticklish?

I would say don't even try because I'll kick you in the face.

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

Not on purpose.

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

Kinda. I hate it.

77. Have you ever drank underage?

Yes

78. Have you ever done drugs?

Does weed count?

79. Who was your first real crush?

I had lots of crushes as a kid. None lasted very long.

80. How many piercings do you have?

Just 4 in my ears. I'v wanted more but I 'm a very lazy person.

81. Can you roll your R’s?

Barely and I sound weird when I do it plus I cant say words when I do it.

82. How fast can you type?

Um, not super fast but fast enough. I make frequent mistakes. And I don't use the keyboard properly like I was taught in school because I don't have very good control of my pinkies.

83. How fast can you run?

I used to be able to run pretty fast but then I got fat...

84. What color is your hair?

Dark brown almost black but I'm actually graying pretty bad at 35 (thanks mom) so I have a ton of gray hair and honestly I can't wait until its full gray so I can dye it fun colors.

85. What color are your eyes?

Hazel green but people mistake them for brown all the time because of my deepset eyes and the shadow that gets casted over them or something. I don’t really know.

86. What are you allergic to?

Liars and bullshit.

87. Do you keep a journal?

I tried in middle school but then my step mom at the time liked to invade my privacy so I stopped.

88. What do your parents do?

My dad is a delivery driver for a local delivery and shipping company. And my mom works for an art supply company and she works in shipping in the warehouse. My step-mom is what I call unimployed but runs a Bible study group and cleans her friend’s houses or house sits. My step dad works for a powerwashing company, travels for it and is only home on weekends.

89. Do you like your age?

I'm 35 and I feel 80 :/

90. What makes you angry?

Unpatient people and people who are rude. (From working in retail)

91. Do you like your own name?

My real name no, which is why I go by half of it.

92. Have you already thought of baby pet names, and if so what are they?

I want to name a cat Vegas but also now Astarion.

93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child pet?

I don't care.

94. What are your strengths?

Ask me another time.

95. What are your weaknesses?

Anxiety. Dweliing on things from years ago or just hours ago that I wish I can go back and change. I overthink alot which is why I don't date anymore. I come off as very negative and rude but it's mostly unintentional. I'm easily frustrated and overreact.

96. How did you get your name?

It comes from my dad's middle name.

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

No. Atleast not on my mom's side.

98. Have you ever been to a therapist?

Yes.

99. Color of your bedspread?

Which one? I have two.

100. Color of your room?

White because I'm not allowed to paint.

#my stuff #get to know me

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starsandnoodles · 6 months ago

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Let’s talk about Magolor finally (for the 100th time)

Every time this question is asked I have to like take a deep dive into my past and admit to my autism on the internet I swear to god lmao

So here it is: the full finally complete explanation but shorter than last time for those with very little time

The Too Long Don’t Wanna Read:

When I was like 6 Kirby’s Return to Dreamland came out and I was given the game for my birthday. Little me got so obsessed with Magolor for a mix of reasons (design, his whole little story, etc). From there he basically changed my brain chemistry lowkey and I still love the guy. That’s basically the idea though there are details left out that I will explain below

The full explanation (below cut):

The Logical “It’s His Character” Reason Everyone Who Likes Magolor Can Get Behind:

If you ask a Magolor fan why they like Magolor it’s likely a mix of these three things:

Design

Character Arc

How Relatable He is

Which, I can agree with. These are all things I also enjoy about Magolor! However I will mainly be going over design seeing as other reblogs (mentioned a specific one later in the post) talk about the other two things listed above better than I think I could!

We will start with design simply to get it out there. It’s the more info dumping section of the 3 and makes it easier for me not to bring up his design in later segments. Then we’ll move on to his story, what (at least to some extent in my opinion ) makes him an interesting character… then finally we’ll talk about how he is relatable to some from the way he presents himself to how his story can be seen as something very innately human.

Design

To begin, I’m including here a picture of Magolor for reference as it makes my life personally easier.

Now, the first thing I want to point out is the shape of him. He is a very welcoming and friendly shape and you can get a lot of information about him and how he carries himself based solely on the shapes used for his design!

His main body is an oval which while being why he is called an egg actually leads you into more of a security. This is due to something in character design called Shape Language!

Here is an example of this made by Pikatl on Twitter using specifically kirby! ( Link here as well as on Pikatl’s name cuz I’m careful ):

Now, applying this to Magolor… his rounded shapes are supposed to give off this weight of him being harmless and a little helpless. His very design supports what he claims to be while hiding hints at his true nature (the rounded triangular ears, etc ). Even the gears based in his design tell you a lot about him with and without shape language! You can just tell so much about him from how he is shaped alone!

A small writing after thought that I needed to include here specifically that I forgot to mention at all in this bit was how his mouth is purposefully covered. You can’t see if he’s smiling or frowning or what he is truly feeling. You can only tell through the eyes which you can manipulate into displaying whatever you want if you know how to do it. I only bring this up as an after thought because I was going to bring up the use of Magolor’s mouth later and forgot to even mention it here!

Another thing about this design that I see as very important is the colors used for him because in my opinion there was a heavy use of symbolism and color psychology used when he was created.

To begin, color psychology has all to do with how the brain perceive different colors and how we psychologically associate them with different feelings and things each (example: People often see Kirby as a girly series of games even if that isn’t true because Kirby is pink )

With Magolor there is a specific use of Blue and Yellow (which fun fact the yellow was confirmed to be a reference to Christianity but we will get more into that when we talk about the character arc of Magolor ). Blue in this particular case is meant to provide a sense of security. It being a main color of his palette heavily benefits him to appear more trustworthy to a player who has never seen the game play out. Then the secondary color he uses most heavily being yellow compliments that psychology by bringing a hopeful and happy feeling to his design. Another thing that heavily compliments the blue is the white of his cape and scarf which makes him look far more innocent than he is while the grey of his belt buckle shows that he can basically hold it together.

Finally, the purple of his design, my favorite piece of character design foreshadowing ever.

Purple is the color of royalty and mystery. At first it could easily be more associated with Mystery or even left unnoticed to those viewing his design but once the cutscene on Halcandra happens and he gets the crown? It all clicks. He has the color of royalty in his design because ultimately his goal is to be the supreme overlord of the universe.

Which brings us to Traitor Magolor (Pictured below)

The first thing to note is how triangular his body is. He’s supposed to be overlord of the entire universe and this design definitely carries that idea with the way they make his body less defined and more almost wispy. Not only that but one of the biggest things to notice is that despite being more triangular he is far more rounded still, in fact the most triangular and pointed thing about this design is the master crown because it’s the actual threat here (specifically to Magolor).

Next is the color. The other’s I’ve already discussed above however, the one to point out here is particularly the addition of Red to his design. Magolor in this form is dangerous. Not only that but angry. He’s trying to actively shoot Kirby out of the sky at any chance he gets and is rather annoyed with how our heros are not giving up their pursuit of him. It’s a nice little addition. It’s also very enjoyable how the purple is added more significantly in this design! It’s not a big thing but a good touch given that he’s crowned!!

Speaking of, let’s talk about Phase 2 Magolor from Normal Mode!

I really did mean it when I said I was leaving no Stone unturned.

I won’t dwell too long on phase 2 Magolor for the sake of everyone’s sanity because in my opinion when compared to Magolor soul this design tells you so much less about the crowns influence. There’s heavy proof that Magolor to some extent despite being held in the crowns grasps that it’s still him. That’s actually one of the few details I do enjoy of this design. You’re forced to be aware that even as the crown is forcefully holding him hostage that is still him you’re fighting. The Crown is the main focus of the design and it’s warped to show you how it is the thing in control here rather than Magolor. Outside of that though, there isn’t much to talk about… which brings me to Traitor Magolor EX…

To open this up, in the EX doesn’t he is a tad more pointed than he was in the original. Specifically down on the body. It looks as if he’s a little more torn, and there are more holes within his form creating both a awesome visual effect and a physical show of how the crown his slowly wearing down what’s “Magolor” and what is itself. The crown also loses its golden shine and starts to fall into its true nature of something more sinister. Though, outside of the palette changes and noticeable few physical changes he’s still far too similar to the original Traitor Magolor to truly go on a tangent…

Which brings us to the Crowned King himself�� Magolor Soul

Immediately what struck me about this design was the use of the colors green, turquoise, and black. Not because of any character psychology but because together they create an almost grimy look as if Magolor or.. what remains of him is coated with a thick substance likened to tar holding him there.

The use of triangles are all particularly coming from both the crown and Magolor’s hands. These are the only times we see triangles unrounded in his design this much. The fact that there are spikes in the crown tells you how dangerous it really is as it digs into him and holds him there forcefully.

His mouth his noticeably forced into a smile as well. This is one of the few times we even see his mouth and this is the most effective of its uses. It shows how truly in control of Magolor the crown is. Not only is dark matter’s eye in his mouth but his mouth seems to be almost forcefully opened to the point where some of him is still connected right over the eye.

I also find it worth noting that Magolor’s actual eyes being white shows how he was naive to the true nature of the master crown. He didn’t know what it would do and is now retroactively paying for it…

Magolor’s Epilogue - The Wet Cat “oh fuck” design

If you were to ask me what do I think is the most important part of the changes in this design from his very first one I would say the lack of the buckle. The main true to design square in his design that showed stability being removed shows exactly what kind of a state Magolor is in during epilogue. The lack of colors is a symbolistic cleansing of who he is which was stripped from him by the master crown but the removal of the only true Square that was not part of his gear design and replacing it with a knot that had to be tied to not fall out is so important to me. The way his once elegant outfit has become a tattered mess… just.. everything about this design is wonderful. Though there isn’t much to talk about on it other than those above. In all honesty a lot of the appeal of this design needs the story line to support it but general speaking this is when he looks the most like a wet cat.

Microtransagolor

Now, generally speaking the shape language here is the same. I think the importance of this design comes in the use of yellow in said design. Magolor is much happier when he hits this point. He went through hell and back, survived, and got a cool new outfit. The buckle also makes a return!!! His stability is back along with his joy! Of course he’s green both because of money but also because of how green is a color of nature, of growth. Etc etc.

I won’t go into Merry Magoland Magolor because I might make a whole separate post about that in the future so I apologize to any Manager Magolor fans

Character Arc and Relatability

I personally was going to make a section on this but I think @desultory-novice said a lot of what I was going to say here and worded it a lot better than I can so I’m going to heavily recommend you check out their reblog since I don’t wanna just repeat what others have said.

I thought it was worth mentioning desultory novice’s reblog because I heavily agree with everything said within it and I think that it’s worth the read if you like deep dives into Magolor! ^^

The Personal Part

This is where we get into my own personal history with Magolor as a character. Particularly I will be expanding on what I said in comments in the past.

Basically when I was 6 years old I was given Kirby’s Return to Dreamland. Magolor was a quick favorite if we’re being honest. I loved everything about him form the start and felt a kind of sympathy for him I haven’t felt since. I was obsessed with the game, cursed in the heart whenever Magolor betrayed everyone.

Still he kept coming back to mind and I kept playing the game over and over again. I got a plush of him in 2020 before Covid in New York City and he’s become a comfort character of mine and was part of the driving force that made me realize I was transgender

So basically it was just the autism and everything else mentioned above

Anywho, thank you to anyone who went and read through this post! I shall leave you all with a Magolor gif!

Honest question for Magolor Fans, why do you like him so much? I wanna hear your opinions.

#🌟 homestar talker 🌟#kirby #magolor #I could go more in depth in the personal section but writing that much about his design took a lot out of me lmao

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threeletterslife · 1 year ago

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hi just had a recent nostalgic moment to when i was an active bts fan cuz i watched a tiktok video (its this one 🥲: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSLVVNqTQ/) and just remembered how miserable my life was during the pandemic but the only thing that got me through it was reading fanfics 😅

and your society series was just THE BEST *chefs kiss* like seriously i was INVESTED in all 7 plots and thought how it was a genuis move for you to make seokjin's story to combine all previous stories into one. and every single time, without fail, im left SOBBING after reading your fics!! 😭😭

it was a gut and heart-wrenching moments, but still, it was a bliss to experience ☺️🩷

so i guess im saying that im thankful that u published all ur stories FOR FREE for any army to read 🥹 hope ur having the best days of ur lifee!! u helped me and a lot of people soo much!! *mwah* 😚🩷

ohmygod. i also haven't been the most active fan for years and that tiktok really brought me back!! i'm surprised at how many of those photos/videos i recognized

on another note, i'm glad to hear you're through the hard times (and that reading fanfics helped you get through it!)

i write mainly because i want to give others something to read, and it makes me really happy to hear how invested you were in my society series!! it'll probably be the last ot7 series i write, to be quite honest, and sometimes i wish i took more time writing them because i swear i could've probably executed those ideas better since inevitably, my skills have developed since then LOL

it's funny though, because i subconsciously ordered the society series (the exam -> for everland -> all you see is blue -> it runs wild -> true love at first sight -> fleeting forevers -> across the madness) so that as the series progressed, the stories got fluffier and fluffier! i didn't even notice i did that until i nearly finished writing the series LMAO. and thank you! i was also a bit proud of myself for coming up with the whole seokjin's-story-will-encompass-the-6-other-societies idea haha, although i wish i could've developed it much better and added more nuance to it :') oh well

i'm honestly so grateful to even have people read my stories, so thank you for taking the time to read my verbose, fictional spiels! and i also feel so honored to have become a part of your life in the sense that my stories have uplifted you some time, somewhere in the past :) writing is also my solace, and when kind people like you message me about it, it really makes my entire day <3 so again, thank you!

#ask #anon #this ask made me so unbelievably happy #sometimes i forget how long i've been writing on tumblr #i'm not a sentimental person #but this ask really made me think back and remember why i write in the first place #so thank you for the reminder!#i really appreciate it <3

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guqwrvte · 3 years ago

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hi, this is for the quote game: "you're perfect for me." thanks in advance :)))

⨽ pairing: jungkook x reader

⨽ genre: fluff (i think) , angst

⨽ warnings: y/n gets insecure, mean and rude comments, strong language (again it’s like one swear word)

You frowned deepened as you read the hundreds of comments left under his post about you.

"Maybe it wasn't a good idea to announce our relationship," you mumbled.

Jeon Jungkook happened to be a member of one of the biggest boybands in the world, if not the biggest boyband in the world, BTS. The group had millions of fans across the globe and such a diverse fandom, with ages ranging from as young 8 to as old 60 plus.

But the same Jeon Jungkook, who was a part of this spectacular group, was your boyfriend. Your boyfriend of 3 years.

The two of you had been dating in secret. Only the members and some of the staff were aware of the relationship you had with their dear maknae.

Well, that was until yesterday. Jungkook had finally got permission from the company to reveal his relationship with you, and he was overjoyed.

The world would finally get to see the woman he had fallen for, the woman whom he loved and cherished with all his heart.

"y/n!" he exclaimed once you opened the door to your apartment. "You seem excited. What's making you so happy, hm?" you asked, stepping aside so he could come in.

Jungkook quickly removed his shoes and made his way inside, placing his backpack on a stool.

"They granted me permission," he said, and you raised your brow. "Permission to do what?" you ask, and he smiles. "Permission to reveal my relationship. Permission to finally show off my beautiful girlfriend."

You bitterly smiled as you remembered yesterday. "Not everyone thinks of me as your beautiful girlfriend." You whispered as you continued to you read the comments on his post.

comments:

user21: please tell me this is a joke...

user2: how could someone like jungkook end up with someone like her?

user 34 replying to user2: I know right, she's not even pretty

user 3: what are you guys on about. she's so pretty, and they look so cute together! i'm super happy for them.

user 25: no way, i knew Jungkook wasn't single!

user 6: this has to be a joke, no way THE jeon jungkook would be someone like her! xD

user 7: i wish jungkook was with someone more like him. this girl is kinda ugly :/

user 18: BWAHAHA JK WHO IS SHE LMAO. release a statement saying this was a joke already.

user 10: WTF

user 9: she's so pretty, @/user 13, find her account for me. PLEASE

user 11: y'all are so disrespectful. you guys be the same people wishing him happiness and the do shit like this.

user 12: fuck her, date a pretty idol instead.

user 15: uhh, i don't see it...

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"Am I really not pretty?" You asked yourself, staring down at your body and looking up at the mirror.

"What are you looking at?" You turned to see your boyfriend. "Nothing. Just my face," you said, looking back at the mirror. "Jungkook," you say, and he hummed in response, sitting next to you and looking into the mirror. "Is there something wrong with me? I mean with the way I look, dress or act?" you asked, and Jungkook looked at you with his brows raised. 'No, why would you think that?" he asked, and you let out a sigh.

"Well, I was looking at the comments under the pictures you posted yesterday-" "You should ignore them," he says, cutting you off. "They're comments are useless and irrelevant. They have no right to say horrible things about you," he said, placing his hand on your cheek, making you look at him.

"But," "No buts, baby, those people aren't perfect themselves. They say things like that because they wish they were in your position," he said.

"Okay? Plus they can talk all they want because I don't care what anyway says. You're perfect for me," he says, placing a kiss on your forehead and pulling into his warm embrace.

hii anon, sorry if this sucks :/, i just haven’t feeling like myself these days lol. i’m might take a break or something idkkk.

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antiloreolympus · 3 years ago

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10 Anti LO Asks

1. What I don't get is you have LO fans defending the questionable art choices as "that's just her style!!!" which sure ok, but but then shouldn't we give that same leeway to artists who draw even more sexualized, over-sexualized art too? It's their style, right? Like jesus christ LO fans, just let people critique it constructively over policing all thoughts, because you're only opening yourselves up to being called hypocrites and excusers for far worse in the name of refusing even minor criticism.

2. literally the only HxP media i've seen that's almost all universally loved is Hadestown and that's it lmao, but go figure LO fans hate it. Where's this idea LO critics love other greek myth pieces of work unconditionally or don't critique them? All my homies hate PJO too.

3. ya know the massive gap is also bad because rachel obviously wants to put persephone in sexual situations (ares, hades, and hermes as examples) but because made her SO young that unless this all just HAPPENED to all happen in the last two years of her life, then we're left with the realization that persephone could have been an underage girl being naked and physically intimate with ADULT MEN. this could have been avoided if she was even just 119 but no, that's asking too much apparently.

4. IDK how anyone is supposed to buy RS is some masterclass in mythology knowledge when the few times she tries to set it in reality she has them being in ITALY. There's so much resources pointing to HxP and Demeter's worship and origins being in Krete/Athens/Eleusis, but she'd rather go with their imported worship from literal centuries AFTER Hesiod, Homer, and other poets already wrote down the hymns and myths? She doesn't even let them be in GREECE for her GREEK myth story. Like what the fuck.

5. The reason Leuce or any half way decnt relationship doesn't exist between Hades or Persephone is because that would require RS having to actually develop Hades and Persephone as realistic people with lives that don't revolve around obsessing over each other and not write through the most black and white mentality in recent memory. She's trying to push the "soulmate" idea but instead because of the lack of actual relationships/development it really just comes across as "this is all that's left".

6. I wonder if one of the reasons LO is being dragged on is because RS know anything she makes afterwards will not be as successful. There's another creator who had a popular romance series but is now upset their new comic isn't as popular and I can see RS having the same issue. Her thin skin with criticism is well known, so we can safely guess how she'd react a post-LO series not being the company darling. Better to cling to the pedestal as long as she can before someone new takes it.

7. another popular webtoon creator was called out for their use of sexual assault to push a story along and of course rachel came to their defense. im not saying as victims themselves they cant write about this stuff, but them trying to police how other people (especially other victims) feel hurt by their work and their use of a serious crime as cheap drama/"character development" by going "oh youre just haters!"/blocking/harassing them is not very helpful or a mature way to go about criticism,

8. I know this is a ~design quirk~ but why does Rachel love drawing women with their mouths open so wide that it looks like they're just screaming? Does anyone else notice this? I swear she has the most bizarre facial expression designs and it makes trying to make sense of the tone (both in scene and dialogue) very confusing most of the time.

9. Listen I’m not going to dictate what Rachel likes to draw, that’s her thing, but it is a show of a weak artist that she can’t even try to diversify her characters design beyond hourglass women with huge boobs and bulky men. A lot of male comic artists are rightfully called out for drawing their characters this way, so why should she get excused for it? Especially when her style is so less detailed than more traditional comic artists? She has no excuse for it beyond laziness and lack of skill.

10. it's not just the lack of short kings, where my tall queens at?? apparently minthe, artemis, demeter, and hera are supposed to be "tall", yet they're all a head or more shorter than every man? especially artemis, who you would assume she'd be as tall or close to it with her twin brother. athena i guess is the "tall" woman but even she shrinks down whenever next to a man. does rachel know it's ok for a woman to be over 5'2 and the men don't always have to be looming over everyone. it's ok rachel.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lo critical #lore olympus critical

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blessedarethebinarybreakers · 4 years ago

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What's your take on swearing as a christian? Also thanks for running this blog!!! i've weathered many a storm going through your FAQ and poetry tags,,,

i personally swear all the dang time!!! ...offline, that is. i say the f word at least 20 times a day haha. my opinion is this: if you choose to swear, be respectful in your swearing:

avoid swearing in front of kids, especially if you don’t know how their parents/guardians are choosing to raise them when it comes to swearing (you don’t wanna get them in trouble by teaching them a New Word lol) .

avoid swearing around people who have a reason to be uncomfortable with swearing (when i’m with someone new and am about to use a swear word, i’ll check in with them -- “are you okay with swearing?” If they aren’t, I don’t press them to tell me why -- I simply avoid swearing. Ya know, like a baseline decent human being) .

do NOT use slurs that aren’t aimed at an identity you belong to!! my white ass is never ever ever gonna use the N word. i also avoid the b word and c word because i’m not a woman. in my mind, slurs don’t even belong to the same category as swear words -- they’re way worse. (this should go without saying but ya know how people are)

i also recommend that you make a conscious decision about whether or not you want to swear at all and if so, in what situations. Don’t just sorta “fall into it” without giving it some thought, if possible. Do you want to be someone who saves swear words for Big Situations? Or do ya pepper ‘em into everyday sentences (like i do lmao) so that they lose a lot of their bite and are just kinda fun?

Gonna close this with a ~ Fun Bible Fact!!! ~

There are some swear words / instances of vulgar language peppered throughout the Bible!!

There is a word used in Judges 3:22 that is used nowhere else, and therefore scholars debate how to translate it. In the verse, my left-handed fave Ehud has just stabbed King Eglon in the abdomen, and הפרשדנה spills out from Eglon...whatever could that be? Some translate it euphemistically as “dirt.” But my seminary teacher (and I quite agree with her) argues that it is indeed a vulgar word for “shit.” It makes sense that a vulgar swear word would be used in this passage because the whole story is dripping in irony and humor -- it’s a very irreverent story crafted to humiliate King Eglon. .

For more “shit” in the Hebrew Bible: I actually love this article from the Game for Good Christians site when it comes to the 6 uses of the Hebrew word peresh in the Bible. It does a great job of explaining how in 5 of those 6 uses, peresh ( “shit” ) is just used as like, a technical term -- talking about what to do with your bull’s shit (heh) in a sacrificial sense. But the sixth time, in Malachi 2:3, this word is clearly being used in a much more vulgar sort of way -- making it more logical to choose the word “shit” over “dung” or “poop” when translating it: “And now, O priests, this command is for you. If you will not listen, if you will not lay it to heart to give glory to my name, says the Lord of hosts, then...I will rebuke your offspring, and spread shit (peresh) on your faces, the shit (peresh) of your offerings, and I will put you out of my presence.” .

In Isaiah 64:6, meanwhile, the prophet laments that “our righteousness is like filthy rags” -- or so it’s commonly translated. However, that word “filthy” (or “stained”) is more specific in Hebrew: it’s about rags used during menstruation. So not a swear word, but pretty vulgar. .

Gendered slurs (like “whore”) are unfortunately pretty common among some of the prophets. i’m Not A Fan. (come AT me Hosea and Jeremiah i’ll FIGHT ya! Jeremiah you’re like 12, do you kiss your poor mother with that mouth!?) .

Paul himself uses a vulgar Greek word for shit!! In Philippians 3:8 he explains that everything that came to him before Christ he now regards as σκύβαλα (the accusative plural of the word σκύβαλον for any Greek lovers out there who wanna know how to say shit in the nominative form. Oh, and in our letters that’s skubalon.) Translators often pick a nice gentle word like “refuse” or at the very most “excrement” for this word....but nope, it’s a much terser word, no euphemisms in Paul’s writing here. It’s straight-up shit -- alternatively, I do love this translation I saw here: “I forfeited all things; and I consider them crap so that I may gain Christ.” .

Jesus, meanwhile, uses a slur -- *gasp!!* -- but don’t worry, he only names it to condemn those who use it against others (whew): “But I say unto you...whosoever shall say to his brother, Ῥακά (Raca), shall be in danger of the council: but whosoever shall say, Μωρέ (Moré), shall be in danger of hell fire” (Matthew 5:22). Scholars debate whether this term raca was A Very Bad Word or just a kinda mean one (similar to English words like “idiot” or “fool”). The Gospels are all in Greek, but this word raca is actually from Jesus’ own first language, Aramaic. And yeah, it seems to have mean something like “empty-headed.” Meanwhile that second term Jesus denounces, Moré, is in Greek -- the nominative form is μωρὸς (moros) and is where we get the word moron (a word that I avoid in English because it’s got a super ableist history, btw). Paul also uses this word μωρὸς in some of my favorite biblical passages, such as in 1 Cor 1, when he proclaims that God’s foolishness is wiser than any wisdom of human beings, etc. It’s good stuff but i’m just rambling now

#feedback tag #swearing #Anonymous #swear words #bible tag

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libraryofloveletters · 4 years ago

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Heir To The Throne

Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Roses

There comes a day where all fathers pass their business down to their children. This was no ordinary business, this was the mafia. You were the sole heir to the throne and you didn’t want it. Your father’s right hands Derek and Aaron are tasked with convincing you otherwise, the last thing you expected to do was fall in love.

Mafia AU

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader, Derek Morgan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of loss of sibling, tiniest mention of jeid (i’m sorry I had too), sibling teasing, alcohol and the consumption of, crying, swearing, lots of emotions, mentions of blood and injuries, choking (not the sexy kind), violence, threats, mentions of death and death wish, mentions of hotchniss, kissing, guns and the use of.

Word Count: 4.4k

Author’s Note: surprise motherfucker, there you go :) also what y/n says to them is not a reflection of my feelings towards the characters. I was just in a pissy mood when wrote it LMAO

Masterlist // Chapter 2 // Chapter 4

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The smell lingering through your bedroom, the balcony doors were open with the curtains drawn. The sun shined into your room, the light hit a vase of red roses sat on the table beside your mirror, the reflection of the glass caught your eye. Rolling out of bed, you smell the roses, literally. Every year like clockwork, you’ve received a bunch of red roses, assuming they were from your father or your brother, you went along with your day. After James passed, you assumed they were from your father but they never seemed to have a note attached to them. This year was different, there was a little white paper slipped into the corner of the vase. Pulling it out, it read:

“Happy birthday my darling,

Love always.”

There was no name, no signature, just some smudged ink on the paper and the birthday wish. There was no way of knowing who it was from. You stepped onto the balcony, the warm sun beating down onto your skin as the mist from the water below blew with the breeze. Your mind wandered back to the conversation you had Matt the night before.

“y/n.. we can’t do this anymore”

“What ? What are you talking about?”

“This,” he refers to you and him, “we can’t keep doing this. You’re going to lead this shit one day and you can’t spend all your time with me, there has to be something more for you.”

“Where’s this coming from ? What’s going on?”

No explanation, no communication, no nothing.

Radio silence and it was driving you fucking crazy.

Looking back at the roses sitting on the table, Matt was the only thing on your mind. Maybe this was his way of saying that he wanted to make up without actually saying it. Before you could leave to find Matt, there was a knock on your door. “Come in!” you shouted, your father walked in.

“There she is!” he walked over, his hands grabbing your face.

“Good morning to you too pops” you smiled at him, he kissed your cheek and pulled you into a hug.

“Happy birthday Bella”

“Thank you”

“Have you picked something to wear for tonight ? Penelope was telling me that you hadn't found anything yet”

“Oh I did but you have to wait until tonight to see it”

He nodded, he explained that he’d be in meetings for the majority of the day but if you needed anything that you could let Derek or Aaron know. You told him that you rather die than talk to them on your own free will. Your father left you in the room, you sat down on the bed. Once again, your mind wanders back to Matt, it then drifts over to your brother. The memory of your last birthday with him flooding in.

“Wake up you troll” James shouted as he sat on your bed and pulled the blanket off of you. “Shhh, I'm still sleeping” you roll over which made him smile.

“I’m taking you on a trip.” he leans back against the headboard. The promise of a trip made you sit up. Your eyes flickering over to the vase filled with red roses on your bedside table.

“Where are we going ?” you ask the guy sitting beside you, you leaned over to smell the flowers.

“Paris, ma soeur” James smiled at you, the mention of Paris made your face light up. James would go to the ends of the death and back for you. Your happiness came before everything else to him.

“Are you serious ?” you look over at him, he nods.

“I know you’ve always wanted to go and I rather be the one that takes you than some stupid boy” his comment made you roll your eyes. James wasn't the biggest fan of you dating. You pulled him into a hug anyways, “Thank you J, this is going to be the best trip”

“You’re welcome munchkin, happy 16th” he kissed the top of your head.

Spencer walked into your bedroom, a cupcake with a candle sticking out of it. “Oh yeah, come on in. It’s a free for all in here today” you rolled your eyes, Spencer laughs. “Don’t make me smash this cupcake on your face” he sat beside you on the bed, he pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit the candle.

“Happy birthday y/n” he held the cupcake in front of you, waiting for you to blow the candle out. One big breath and the little flame was out, he handed the cupcake to you. “Thank you Spence,” “anything for you, you know that” he smiled at you. Getting up off the bed, Spencer walked to the balcony.

“Why is it that your room has the best view?” he questioned

“Why is it that you’re always complaining?” you rebutted

“Who are the roses from ?” he pried again

“I don't know, there’s a note but no name”

Spencer walked over and pulled the note out of the roses, reading it out loud. “That sounds like something your dad would say” he tucked the note back into the flowers. “That’s what I thought too but he came to see me and he seemed surprised to see the flowers too”

“Looks like you have a secret admirer”

“As if” you groan, laying back onto the bed. “You bringing a date tonight ?”

Spencer looked at you like you were crazy, “who would I even bring ?”

“JJ” you laughed, Spencer gagged. “Been there, done that and I won't be going back. I’m offended you even suggested that.”

“Oh Spence, don't you love her ?” you teased him, getting up off the bed. Spencer gave you a shove, “y/n shut up, I'll literally push you off the balcony.” his comment made you laugh. “Okay get out now, I have to get ready”

“It’s only 2 o'clock, the party's not ‘till 6″

“You can’t rush perfection”

“And somehow you’re still ugly”

You gasp, pushing Spencer towards the door and out of the room. You shut the door and your back is up against it, your eyes drifting back to the flowers.

The bottom of your dress dragged along the marble stairs as you walked down. The party was well under way and you, were as usual, fashionably late. Pushing the large doors open, everyone was around the room, and as usual, they were waiting on you to arrive.

“Bella!” your father called out to you, making his way over to you with a blonde woman by his side.

“Hey” you smile at him

“You remember Krystall, right ?” She gives you a smile and you muster up the realest smile you could, “of course I do, nice to see you again. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go say hi to everyone else”

Leaving the two of them by the door, you make your way around the room, saying hello to everyone as you go. Matt stood by the bar with Luke and Penelope, you made your way over to them.

“Y/n! You look gorgeous!” Penelope squeals as she gives you a hug, she always makes you smile. “Says you! you look stunning!” you stood beside her, “and Luke, you clean up nicely. It’s nice to see you in something other than jeans” you joke, Luke rolled his eyes.

“Don’t push it y/n”

“Whatever grumpy”

There's a hand on your lower back, you look back to see Matt behind you. “Happy birthday” he said to you, he stepped towards you but hesitated before giving you a hug. “Thank you” you smile, you’d be lying if you said it didn't feel good to be back in his arms. It was weird, Matt acting like he hadn't just ended things the night before. You were determined to have a good time so you pushed the feelings aside in hopes of getting drunk enough that you wouldn't remember.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asks, letting go of you.

“Yeah, thanks”

Your back is up against the bar as Matt goes to get you a drink. You can see JJ making her way over to Spencer who was standing with Tara.

Should you be a good cousin and rescue him or do you leave him for being an ass earlier ?

“Spencer! Come do shots with me!” you shout from across the room, Spencer looks towards you, your eyes on JJ and not him, he looks over his shoulder to see her a few feet behind him. He and Tara excuse themselves from the conversation they were having and walk over to the bar.

Second one it is then.

“Thought I should save you from your girlfriend”

“Not my girlfriend but thank you”

JJ was giving you a dirty look from across the room, she stood with Emily who was also giving you a dirty look. The fact that they hate you so much brings you a lot of pleasure. You blow them a kiss and give them a smile, they both roll their eyes and turn away from you.

“Did you see your dad with Krystall ?” Tara asks, taking a sip of her drink. Your father was dancing with Krystall. The song that was playing was a song that he shouldn't have been dancing to, not with her at least. It was your parents’ wedding song, something you had only ever seen the two of them dance too. Any event whenever that song came on, it was the two of them on the floor dancing the night away. After she passed, you danced with him, not anyone else. Especially not some woman he just started seeing. He’s his own person but he’s also your father, there's no way you were going to let this slide.

“Here you go” Matt comes back with a glass, “maybe you should get the bottle” you look at him, he knew you well enough to sense when something was wrong. He did as he was told and headed off to get the bottle of you.

Half way through the night, the room started to feel stuffy and heated with far too many people in there. Truthfully, you weren’t much for birthdays, not after James passed. Every year since has just been you and Spencer going on a trip or for dinner but never a big party like this. Your father was just trying to make up for the fact that he missed your 21st by throwing this party. Not you didn't appreciate the efforts, because you did but you didn’t want to be there anymore.

It was a little after midnight, you had lost your heels somewhere along the way to the garden. You tiptoed across the stones, stumbling as you went along. Managing to make your way to the bench, you sat down, the bottle resting beside you on the ground.

The sound of footsteps caused you to turn. “What do you want ?” you shout into the darkness, not sure as too who's behind you. “Dave’s looking for you” Derek stepped forward, coming into view. At this current moment, you didn't know whether to tell him to leave or just return with him. The world felt like it was spinning backwards and upside down simultaneously. You laid back against the bench, the cold stone hitting your bare back caused you to shift slightly, the moonlight shined down onto the roses in the garden, Derek stood a few feet away from you, watching you as you laid there.

Part of you wanted to tell him to leave, to yell at him for causing your brother’s death, for not protecting him. The other part of you wanted to run into his arms and never let go, you knew Derek had always been there for you, even when you didn't need him to be. He ever so happened to conveniently there when needed. Sitting up, you looked over at him, looking the tall man up and down. Black suit jacket to match his pants with a white shirt but there was no tie to accompany the shirt, just the first 3 buttons undone. He was different from Aaron in a way you couldn't explain. Derek had this naturally strong aura, one you didn't see him push forward like Aaron, who always made it look like he needed to prove that he was alpha male. Derek had a gentle side to him, he could be harsh on you but not in the same way he was with everyone else. His watch sat on his right wrist, something you noticed as you were glancing down at his hand. There were smudges of ink on his side of hand like he had written something and it smudged against his skin. Your mind flickered back to the note in your roses the morning before.

“It was you”

“Excuse me ?”

“You left the roses in my room.”

Derek gave you a small smile, carefully stepping towards you. “Yes, it was. What gave it away ?” he sat beside you, looking over at you. Glancing down at his hand that was resting on his lap, you reached out and held it. Your finger rubbed across the smudged ink on the side of his large hand, neither of you said anything, you just sat there holding his hand.

You broke the silence first, your voice wavered for a moment as you felt the tears well up, “He- he used to leave me roses red ones just like those” avoiding Derek’s looks, your eyes fixated on his hand, your finger continuing to rub against the ink smudge. “I know” he whispered, his free hand coming up to your chin, tilting your face up towards him. The tears threaten to spill, suddenly your body felt cold, the words physically hurt to say.

“I miss him.”

“I know”

The tears fell onto your face, you tried your best to hold it together but you couldn't anymore. You always missed your brother but never had you actually said it out loud to anyone, not even to James when you visit his grave. Derek held you close to him, letting you cry on his shoulder, literally. Was Derek the person you expected to spill your emotions too ? No, he never was but he was here, he didn't make you feel like it was wrong or that it was a burden, he just let you cry, and yell and hit him until you felt that you let it out. Within the span of a few minutes, you cried until you couldn't anymore, your chest heaving and your hand on your leg as you hunched over. Derek’s hand rested on your back, “do you want to go up to bed ? y/n, let me take you up to bed” the back of your hand pressed to your face, wiping away the tears. Surely there was makeup smudged across your face but right now you didn't care.

The sadness left but the anger set in. Picking up the bottle from beside the bench, you took a rather large swing. The liquor burned on the way down but you didn’t care, bunching up your dress in one hand and the bottle in the other, Derek stood up as you marched off towards the villa.

“Y/n! Don’t!” he shouted as he chased after you. He had seen you grow from a teenager to the woman you were today, the next leader of the mafia. Although the two of you weren't close, he knew you well enough to know when you were upset, and you weren't just upset, you were furious.

Storming into the villa, you walked through the large brown doors. Everyone was laughing, having the time of their lives. Most of the strangers your father had invited left, it was just “family” now. The bottle fell from your hand, it hit the floor and shattered into a million tiny pieces, the liquor from the bottle spilling across the tiles, pooling near your bare feet. The room went silent, all eyes were on you now.

Walking through the broken glass, your body felt numb to pain, all you felt was anger. You had lost the one person that cared about you and you couldn't move on, you thought you had finally moved on with Matt but he too, had left you. The blood from your feet dragged and smudged across the white marble tiles as you walked to the middle of the room.

“All of you,” you scoffed, “you say you’re my family but none of you, not even you,” pointing towards your father, “truly care about me”

“Bella what are yo-” your father spoke but you cut him off.

“You've been pushing the idea of your children running this place since - for as long as I could remember. You forced it onto James but he never wanted it. He just wanted a life of happiness and freedom, and you took that from him!” you shouted at your father, his expression softened as you walked towards him. “You forced it into him and when he died, you forced it onto me. If you hadn't fucking done that then maybe James would still be here! I won't let you take my life from me. I rather die than let you do what you did to James, to me.”

Krystall clung to Dave’s arm, she looked scared but pleased at the same time. “What are you smiling about bitch ? Think you can get rid of me so easily ? Take my father away from me? Yeah I might fucking hate his guts, but we’re blood. You’ll never replace me or my mother. She was the real queen around here, and you-” laughing, you shook your head, “you’re nothing but the skank of the month.”

Turning to Spencer who stood beside Tara with Penelope and Luke, you shook your head. “I called you guys my friends, you knew about my father’s secret little whore and not one of you ever told me a thing.” Luke reached for your arm, you pushed him off of you. “Don’t fucking touch me! I’m not one of your little bitches, don't try and handle me.”

You paced the room for a moment, no one dared tell you to calm down or stop. Emily and JJ stood beside Aaron, whispering to each other. “What the fuck is wrong with the two of you? The two of you ungrateful bitches live in my fucking house and you do nothing but talk shit and you’re not even useful. Shut the fuck before I break your jaws.” you spat, your words laced with venom. Both of them stood there, looking at you like you were speaking a foreign language.

Matt walked back into the room, you shifted your attention back onto him. “And you!” you walked over, your feet dragged across the floor and through the glass once more, “Y/n, you’re bleeding, are you okay ?”

“Am I okay ? Yeah Matt, I’m fucking fantastic. You just up and leave, no explaination other than the fact that you “can’t do this” whatever the fuck that means.” you roll you eyes “You’re a fucking piece of shit, do you know that ? I opened up to you, about something I never talked about because I thought I could trust you. Oh how I was wrong, your bitch ass just upped and left, just like everyone else.”

“All of you are nothing but a bunch of blood sucking, ass kissing, ungrateful bitches!” you screamed, Aaron made his way over to you, picking you up and tossed you over his shoulder. “Put me down! you bitch!” you kicked and screamed, hitting his back as he walked out of the room. Derek stood by the door, he watched as Aaron carried you up the stairs. Aaron walked into your room and kicked the door shut, he dropped you down onto your bed. Landing with a groan, Aaron looked over at you.

“What the fuck was that ?!” he shouted, he was practically in your face although he was across the room

“Awh what’s wrong baby? Mad I yelled at your bitch ? Oh sorry,” you teased him with a giggle, “your girlfriend ?” you stood up, you walked over to the balcony, Aaron watched you from his spot. You looked back over at him, your eyes on the white rug where you previously stood, the little drops of red blood staining the pure white fur that sat on the floor. Aaron watched you, watching him.

Slowly making his way over, he stood in front of you. The two of you looking at each other dead in the eyes, his hand raises. Aaron’s hand rested on your chest, your eyes flicker down to the man’s hand and then back up to his face. A few moments after, you feel his hand wrap around your neck. Aaron pushes you up against the railing of the balcony, his body pressed up against yours as your back arched over the cold metal railing. One hand clung onto Aaron’s and the other laid useless by your side.

“You ever talk to her that way again,” Aaron spat, your back was off the railing down, your toes barely touching the cold concrete of the balcony. The only thing holding you in place was Aaron’s hand, “and I'll kill you.” he finished his sentence. Aaron wouldn't drop you, he didn't dare. He didn't have the guts, you called his bluff.

“Drop me Aaron.” you looked at him, your hand dropping from his.

“What ?” he stared into your eyes, your face blank, no expression or fear.

You didn't fear death, it was inevitable, we were all going to die one day.

“Drop me Aaron, kill me if you want to. Be a man and live up to your words.” a wicked smile on your face, looking up at him, he pulled you back up from the railing. Your waist pressed up against the railing and Aaron’s body still pressed up against yours. Aaron let go of your throat, there were a few light bruises by the side of your neck in the shape of fingerprints. Aaron didn't know what to do, to say he was sorry or to leave.

Aaron left you standing on the balcony, he walked out of your room. He ran down the stairs as fast as he could. Turning the hallway, he bumped into someone.

Emily.

“There you are, is she gone ?” she rolled her eyes at the thought of you. Aaron cleared his throat, his mind flickering back to the moment he just had in your room.

“Yeah, she’s sleeping.” he said quietly, his girlfriend linked arms with him. “How about we head to bed then ?” she walked down the hallway with Aaron, pushing the door to their room open.

Aaron followed her reluctantly, she stood in front of him. He unzipped her dress and she sauntered off the bathroom. The couple got ready for bed in silence, neither of them speaking a word to the other. Getting into bed quietly, Emily leaned over to kiss him and reluctantly, he kissed her back. Their relationship felt more like a routine rather than a relationship.

Emily returned to her side of the bed, Aaron laid there quietly, his mind wandering all over. Not surprising, his mind wandered back to you. He’d be lying if he said he didn't think about you often, you seemed to live in his head rent free. Aaron’s mind wandered back to the moment he had with you in your bedroom. The expression on your face was unreal, you didn't tense up or cry, you were fearless. You weren't scared of him or death, you were ready to go, it was like you had come to peace with death and there was nothing scarier than that.

A woman with no fears is a woman that should be feared.

Aaron can’t help but think about that moment, everything comes back to that moment. The way you looked at him, the way you let go of his hand, your words to the way his body felt pressed up against yours. Aaron thought back to his conversation with Derek in the armoury. Derek looked so hurt that you didn't like him, then again, you didn’t like anyone that was too “in your business” as you would say. The thought of you brought a smile to his face.

Holy shit, did he like you ? There was no way.

“Oh fuck” he whispered, Emily hummed. Aaron glanced over at the woman beside him, he loved Emily but she doesn’t make him feel the way you did. There was no excitement between them, it was routine, a front they put on for everyone. His mind was always on you, what you were doing, who you were doing, what you were wearing, how you looked.

Aaron liked you.

Just as he was coming to terms with the fact that he’s in love with the boss's daughter, a noise rang through the villa.

Bang.

The sound of a single gunshot and shattering glass. Aaron sat up in bed, he looked out the window, there was no one outside. The sound of multiple gunshots rang through the villa and an earth shattering scream.

It was you and you were screaming for him.

For Aaron.

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Ahhh finally chapter 3! What do we think? lil bit of a cliff hanger there :)

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snarky-art · 4 years ago

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My enchantix redesigns that I’ve had laying around for a while. I’m going through my computer to try and clear up space and came across some winx stuff. I haven’t done the wings for them still to this day in any finalized way because they are very intimidating to me lmao. Some info here on how enchantix outfits and fairy outfits work as well as the inspirations for the clothes for each of the characters below! I’m going to include some more individual design notes from my sketchbook later too.

In my version of the winx redo, all fairy transformations have to do with a sense of self to an extent. The more sure and secure of oneself one is, the more likely certain parts of the outfits are to carry over to the other transformations. For example: I have multiple transformations for Daphne that I’ve done, but there are a lot of traits carried over in the designs (her tirar, her color scheme, cut of cloth, etc) since she was always very self assured in who she was. She was Marion and Oritel’s daughter, future queen of Domino, and the keeper of The Dragon Flame and she was going to become as strong as she could for her people and the universe so she could use The Dragon Flame as best as possible. (I swear I’ll upload her stuff at some point they’ve been collecting dust for literal years now sskdjkjfla).

The same can’t really be said of the girls here, and that’s fine too. Aisha is the one with the most confidence in who she is and that shows here in the carrying over of her metal accents (arm bands, a metal ring at her waist, albeit with a jewel in it this time) and the cloth that goes across her chest and wraps around her waist.

Another thing that can influence the appearance of a fairy transformation is closeness with another individual. Aisha at this point already knows she likes Musa (I’m going to upload a post after this going more in depth on their relationship in my version) and her double buns are influenced by that since that’s one of the main ways Musa likes to style her hair (she also helped Aisha really perfect how to do the hairstyle and as that was one of the first thigs Aisha ever really did with a friend after Anne left when she was young and not including the pixies, so it holds a lot of sentimental value to her. Musa was the one who went out of her way a LOT more than anyone else to try and get Aisha comfortable with everything. The other girls did too of course but Musa just kind of gets how it feels to be alone more than they do so they really understood each other.) Musa in turn also has armbands like Aisha and some cloth hanging from the tie around her waist in a way similar to the cloth trail around Aisha’s.

Bloom also has similar armor to Stella because of this, since Stella is Bloom’s closest friend out of the 6 and is the one who introduced her to magic and what it can mean to be a fairy.

Enchantix in itself works basically the same as it does in the show, and as the main focus of it is to save someone from your planet so you can become a guardian of it (there can be multiple guardians for a homeworld too. I always thought it was weird that it was implied there can only be one. The guardian fairies of a planet act as a protective council of sorts. They are expected to place the priority of protecting life on the planet above all else and sometimes align themselves with royalty as advisors for things if they it is requested of them by the royalty, but they are expected to be willing to break ties with any allegiance if the leader is doing things that upset the balance of the planet and enact cruelty, not that guardians have always done that in the past). As a result, it is tied closely to the culture of their homeworld, or the culture that the fairy is from if the planet doesn’t have a largely homogenous one.

Musa is based off of Chinese and Japanese culture, which is a really broad statement I know since there is so much that goes into those countries, but I tried my best to have it line up with the clothes she wears in the show and it seemed to be similar to that (and obviously her homeplanet is clearly inspired by Asia). Similar to what her original skirt seemed to be, the pants are inspired by paper lanterns, and the upper shirt part is inspired by the tops of dresses during the late tang dynasty. The design of the belt she has, although I didn’t really do a close up of it, is braided similarly to shimenawa (a rope used in ritual purification in the Shinto religion). She has an open lotus blossom that her hair is in the middle of that holds her buns in place and her makeup is based off of the Tang Dynasty and the little hair piece she has acting as her tiara thing (all the girls had one so I tried to carry that over) is based off of Quing dynasty hair styles specifically but like, similar hairstyles were used in other eras too I just liked those specifically.

Flora’s is based off of Mexican style clothes. The top part is based off of Folklorico dresses and the petal style I used for it is based off of marigold petals, which are used to lead deceased loved ones to the families shrine during Day of the Dead. Her makeup is also based off of designs seen on calaveras. Her head piece is a flower crown which is now a common staple seen in women’s fashion during festivals due to Freda Kahlo and her hair is divided into two parts. The upper part is pulled back into a braid that has a vine weaved in with it, which I took inspiration from hairstyles down there that thread ribbon into the braids.

Aisha’s was a trip to figure out. So her homeplanet really is,, something. There’s some middle eastern influence (her name is also Arabic), her mom and her when she was younger wore some 1500s style renaissance clothes, and also they have a shaman that seems to be based off of African medicine men, and then also there are mermaids wearing European style armor, so I had to do some looking around to figure out what I wanted to do here. In the end I went with Moroccan and Zulu style clothing overall with a few other influences as well and tried to mesh them together. The headpiece and the sash/hood are based off of women’s head dresses in Morocco and the facepaint, arm and leg bands are based off of traditional Zulu attire. Cowrie shells are on the bottom of the leg and arm bands as they are used in Zulu attire in the same place as well sometimes, but also because a lot of African cultures see cowries as being representative as gateways to the spirit world (a lot of cultures have the spirit world and afterlife tied to the ocean). Her stack of necklaces are based off of the necklaces worn by the people Ndebele people of South Africa. Her shorts and top are rimmed with silver and the shape of the attire itself is meant to be athletic and practical for her. It is covered in fish scales. Her ears are a different color here than they were in her winx transformation also. That isn’t an enchantix thing but a biology thing I have made up in my head for Androsian people. The fins start off a light shade and then over time settle into a darker color, which is what it will permanently be.

Tecna’s outfit is ready for the cold. For the longest time we didn’t know anything about her homeworld except that it was cold, so, anyway Russia and Siberia lmao. The green lines on her body suit have light moving through them also which I just thought was a neat idea because technology is a thing. Her glasses aren’t a permanent part of the outfit also. They come out if she wants to concentrate her magic to do something very technical and intense. I thought it would be a nice way to carry over that faceshield thing she sometimes used in her winx form. Her physical features btw are based off of the Nenets people of Siberia.

Stella’s outfit is Greek based because I’m not original and I don’t know why almost all of us collectively agreed Solaria is Greco-Roman but we sure did do it. Maybe it’s because of the word Sol being in it.

Bloom’s is just,, European lol. Domino is a Renaissance Era place it feels like (probably because of her mom’s ermine stoat cape). So there. There are some similarities of hers with Daphne’s inadvertently (family ties can influence things sometimes too, which can be seen in the Bloom and Daphne comparison sheet on my blog), but Bloom doesn’t know that. When Daphne eventually does see her in her enchantix outfit during the time of or before the movie (which does happen in my version but with a LOT of changes. Daphne still talks to Bloom though and helps out like in the movie) you bet your bottom she takes a second to collect herself (happy to see the bond is strong enough that it did manifest physically in a way, sad because she remembers what it was like to once have that transformation and the general bittersweet longing for the time before shit hit the fan. I have so much stuff about Daphne I need to upload some of it soon).

So yeah! Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk:)

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daydreaming-in-daisies · 3 years ago

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Relief (Jack White x Reader) [Chapter 1]

PLEASE READ Author's Note: Y'all... this is the first fanfic and smut I've ever written, so if it's a mess please don't drag me lmao. I started writing this on Wattpad when the pandemic first started, so this fic was born out of complete and utter boredom. It was also born from the fact that there's barely any Jack White fics out here, and many of the ones that already exist are on abandoned Tripod or Geocities fan pages from 2003. Another disclaimer is that the first few chapters are a bit slow, and as of right now I'm like 90% finished with the whole fic. So yeah, keep all of this in mind. Also, this is just the first chapter. I'll post the rest slowly. Thanks for reading! xo

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: Swearing (this chapter); Smut, dirty talk, oral sex, face fucking, domination (to a degree), swearing (for the coming chapters)

Summary: (Y/N) is a massage therapist at a high end spa in Nashville and winds up getting Jack White as a client. After having your hands on him for an extended period of time, you decide to take things a bit further.

Wattpad Link Here

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

"She's got stickers on her locker,

And the boy's number's there in magic marker,

I'm hungry and the hunger will linger,

I eat sixteen saltine crackers then I lick my fingers..."

Just like every morning, I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring Sixteen Saltines by Jack White. I generally hate hearing such loud noise in the morning, but I loved Jack White, so I made an exception for him. Plus, having such a song as my alarm definitely helped me get up out of bed every morning, even if it scared the living shit out of me sometimes.

I turn my neck to my left towards my nightstand, lazily reaching over to my phone to turn the alarm off.

"Ugh, 6 a–fucking–m..." I groaned. I don't normally wake up this early. In fact, I can't even remember the last time I was actually up this early. The only reason why I'm even up is because I have a client coming in a bit early today and it takes me about an hour to actually get to work, so I gotta get up a little early to give myself time to get ready. I'm not even gonna lie, I was having that moment we all have in the morning when we try to determine if school, work, hanging out with friends, or whatever the situation may be, is actually worth getting up for. For a second I very seriously considered just texting my boss with a simple, "Hey, I'm not really feeling too well today. I've been feeling a bit under the weather lately, so I won't be able to make it in today. My apologies for such short notice." It didn't help that this specific client–whoever it was–scheduled kind of last minute. Like... literally a few hours ago last minute. I got the notification for it at around 1 A.M. The preview for it on my lockscreen said "New 8:30 A.M. appointment made for..." and I couldn't see the rest. I was too tired to give a shit at the time I got it, so I simply glared at the screen for a few seconds and went back to sleep. As I'm contemplating whether I want to leave my bed, I think to myself, "no, (y/n), that's just the tiredness talking. Just get up. Do you really wanna stay home in your apartment and do nothing for the entire day?"

I stare at my plain white ceiling for a few seconds, sigh, and finally muster up the energy to get out of bed. I put on my plush robe, drag myself down the hall, and make my way into the bathroom. I see my roommate, Ashley–who just so happens to also be my best friend–is in the bathroom brushing her teeth. She notices me trudging into the room like some kind of undead creature in heat and gives me a perky smile.

"Good morning!" She chirps with a mouthful of foamy toothpaste. She's such a morning person. It was kind of endearing and impressive, but also kind of annoying on mornings where I needed quiet. This was definitely one of those mornings. However, I knew she didn't mean any harm, so I decided not to take my slight crankiness out on her.

"Hey." I exhaled as I wet my toothbrush bristles and grabbed some toothpaste. "So how are you on this fine morning?" I flatly asked while brushing, still barely awake.

Ashley chuckled a little. "I'm doin' alright." She shrugged. "I got a psych test today that I'm about to fail, but whatever."

I shrugged. "Eh, we've all been there. You do pretty well in school, so one shitty grade won't kill you, yeah?"

"Probably not." She stated after spitting out her mouthwash. "Alright, I'm gonna take a shower in the other bathroom. I'll probably be outta here before you're finished getting ready so I'll see you tonight!"

I did a slight wave and responded with a slightly monotone "See ya."

I finally felt myself beginning to wake up. The bright lights in the bathroom hurt my eyes significantly less after a few minutes, and my brief conversation with Ashley definitely woke me up. After brushing my teeth, washing my face, and all of that other morning jazz I put on my uniform for work. I'm a massage therapist at this high end spa in Nashville. It has its inconveniences but it's a pretty chill job for the most part. The customers can be kind of a pain in the ass, though. But they often tip well so I can tolerate the haughtiness for an hour or so. Since it's a luxury spa, the uniforms are a bit more "fashionable" than other places. It's basically a slightly fitted black tunic with a pair of black trousers and white sneakers (since I'm on my feet most of the time). After quickly checking myself out in the mirror I grab my possessions and head out the door to my car.

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I probably should've at least checked the name of the person who made an appointment with me. It was only 7:00 A.M. when I headed out, so I had a little bit of time to kill before I left. I got into my car and turned it on just so I could warm up the engine a bit before I officially left. For some reason, I was weirdly eager to see who it was. Maybe it was just because it wasn't often that people successfully made appointments that last minute. It's a pretty high-end place, so you have to pull some strings to do such a thing.

I swipe up on my phone screen, enter my password, and immediately open the app we use to receive appointment notifications. "New 8:30 A.M. appointment made for John G." I furrowed my eyebrows in slight confusion. Normally, people put both first and last name when making an appointment. However, I didn't think much of it. As long as the client is paying that's all that really matters to me. I scroll down a bit to view what services he wanted.

Service(s) Requested:

- Active Recovery Deep Tissue Massage, 110 minutes

"Alright." I nod and mumble to myself. I'm thinking this dude must be an athlete of some kind. We get a lot of those since we have some NFL and NBA players who live in the area. They're pretty susceptible to things like lower back pain, so they're pretty regular. I'm not into sports, however, so it's not like I'm trying to figure out who it is. I connect Bluetooth from my phone to my car and put my playlist on shuffle. "Nice," I chuckle to myself as I hear the familiar riff Evil Eye by Fu Manchu pound through my speakers as I back up out of the parking lot. Nothing like some good ol' 90s stoner rock to liven up my morning commute. Traffic was a bit lighter than usual, so I got where I needed to be by around 7:52 A.M.

I park and make my way into the building, greeting my coworkers and a few regulars as I walk through to get to my designated "Therapy Room" on the 6th floor. As I'm preparing the supplies needed; oil, towels, robes, and all that other good stuff, I physically and mentally prepare myself for the first session of the day. Working on people's bodies all day can get exhausting, so I usually eat a few snacks beforehand and drink some water before and between sessions to keep myself sane. After adding the final touches of lighting a few candles, dimming the lights a bit, and doing a quick shower check (making sure everything was clean and in its place), I take a look at my phone.

8:14 A.M. Almost time for my first client.

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Yep, that's Chapter 1. Thanks for reading y'all, I'll be back with the second one soon. :)

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miggydiaz · 4 years ago

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For the salty ask 1, 4, 5, 6, 9, 10, 14, 16, 20, 22, 23 and 26 for cobra kai pretty please

My answers are so long, so I am putting this under the cut @wonderwolfballoon! Also I just noticed your Daniel icon I SWEAR I’M NOT DRAGGING HIM TO BE MEAN!!!

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?* My biggest IDGI ships for CK are probably Elimetri or Kiaz. I’m not here to yuck other people’s yums or anything, but I do think there is something to the idea that Migueli isn’t popular because it’s a ship predicated on mutual respect for one another. Kiaz has the obvious enemies to lovers vibe and I just generally don’t sail those ships. Elimetri has... its problems, IMO, most especially around the idea that Demetri has to like... save Hawk from himself? Idk. I just like romances that I feel are based on love and mutual respect and not ...tropes.   I am also not a Lawrusso shipper although I have a lot of those on my dash and you all are great! Again, not yucking yums! Daniel just makes me want to head butt him too much to pair him romantically with anyone 😂 I don’t even want his wife with him. He needs to self reflect~   4. Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?*   I once saw someone ship Amanda and Anoush and I noped out of that so fucking fast I almost tripped over myself. I’m not sure if they’re popular. I just think some people feel the need to get Amanda out of the way to sail their ship and stuck her with Anoush which... no. Just no. Let Amanda be a messy single queen with a martini hobby, thanks!   5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?*   Not in CK. I’m lucky because I pretty much stick to my little Migueli bubble and I’m okay with that? Lmao lord knows the Squad on my dash is all about the DISCOURSE™️ so idk if I just don’t feel the need to get sucked into the wider ship wars because we have good healthy debates, but so far, so good.   6. Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?*   I never hated it... I just didn’t have many feelings on shipping with this show in general at first. Then I was in the CK tag one day and I saw Migueli fan art. Then I discovered @afurioushawk‘s falconry series and it was all over for me after that! So fandom DID make me love a ship, just not one I hated.

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why? Oh boy. How much time do you have? In some instances, it’s a good thing season 3 happened because otherwise, this would be a multi-page essay on the problems with race and class privilege as it pertains to Sam LaRusso and just some... generally not nice comments about Demetri that I’m conflicted about because I’m not sure if the writers are intentionally trying to write him a specific way and it’s just not translating to me or what. But season 3 revamped both of their images with me a lot. I’m way more flexible in terms of Demetri, but lmao I was the number one Sam LaRusso hater for a minute there (or maybe number 2, I can think of at least 1 other person who was in that boat with me back in like... August/September, but I won’t call them out because I don’t want them to get hate...) However, I have grown a bit in my opinions of Sam, and even though I still think she’s responsible for a lot of shit she NEVER gets held accountable for, I also think that’s a reflection of the adults around her too, and this includes my otherwise unproblematic queen, Amanda.

But honestly, my most hated character (other than the obvious villain that is Kreese) is Daniel. No matter how handsome Ralph Macchio looks in cable-knits, because Daniel has always been a sanctimonious, shit starting drama king and I say that about KK Daniel too. I’m not saying Daniel was the ~true villain~ or anything, or that Johnny was innocent -- I can only drink so much Red and Yellow Kool-Aid -- but Daniel’s always been annoying to me as a protagonist, and turning him into a smarmy wealthy car salesman who is also a class traitor did not do him any favors in my book. I will say, I also like Daniel more in season 3 than I have in previous season, but since he is the adult, I will be mad at him longer than I will be at the kids, ya feel?

10. Most disliked arc? Why?   Johnny’s entire season 3 storyline. The sheer level of REGRESSION at every turn drives me bonkers. It’s like watching him go through all of the stumbling blocks of season 1 all over again, but without the “he’s learning! He’s going to make mistakes!” free pass that I was willing to give him the first time around. He regularly jeopardizes Miguel’s recovery and it’s played for laughs. He fucks up on every level with Robby. He spends most of his time running away when things get hard or too real. He drops the ball completely with Hawk, and like, not to put too fine a point on it, but a lot of Hawk’s issues are because Johnny put Hawk on this ‘flip the script and be a badass’ path and then offered him no guidance for how to walk that path and instead left him in the hands of Kreese. And then he has the nerve to go to Hawk and basically be like “I made you what you are!” lmao yeah Johnny, you sure did, that’s why he’s breaking peoples arms, hoss. And then all of the nonsense with Ali and Carmen, like... if you were planning on teasing KK fans with Ali and him getting back together, why write her as married in the first place? Why even tease the idea of Carmen and Johnny until after you were sure what you were going to do with Ali as a character? Instead, they do what they did in season 3 and it makes him look like a colossal jerk. So yeah. Literally every choice they made with Johnny this season, I hated.

14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom? People who hate Tory are not valid, sorry not sorry.

16. If you could change anything in the show, what would you change? I would have kept Miguel entirely out of Tory and Sam’s beef. Or at least not directly inserted him into it like he was with the kiss. I know the writers thought it was necessary to push Tory to the point of inciting a fight at school, but I am just so exhausted over girls being unable to fight about anything but boys. Also I would bring Aisha back.

20. What is the purest ship in the fandom?   I am probably biased, but I still maintain it’s Migueli. Look, Miguel stood up to Kyler for Eli and Demetri both. Hawk joined CK because he saw what it could do for some skinny nerd who was getting his ass kicked. And he took to CK, really took to it! Even flourished before he started getting mixed messages. And he and Miguel were pretty much inseparable after that. They coordinated their wardrobes ffs. Hawk dubbed him El Serpiente and no one else calls him that — it’s Hawk’s nickname for him. Miguel confides in Hawk only secondary to Johnny, who is like a father to him. The entire Coyote Creek exchange shows they can fight and disagree but... well, to use the cliche, they don’t go to bed angry, you know? They’re square the very next day. Hawk is the first person at Miguel’s side when he gets kicked over the balcony and the LOOK he gives the second floor where Robby is? That boy is out for blood immediately to avenge Miguel. So much of his s3 behavior is fueled by that need for vengeance because MD is wholly responsible for what happened to Miguel. And Miguel is so confused and betrayed by Hawk’s shift in behavior, and yet still holds out hope that Hawk will see through Kreese’s BS and come with him to The Dojo I Refuse to Name. And when Hawk does make that deflection finally, he shows up at MD with Miguel. There’s so much more that I know I’m missing but whether someone ships them or not, that is a tried and true love and respect for one another, a willingness to fight for and defend one another that you don’t often see in TV friendships... or even in most tv relationships. And I just think that’s the best ❤️

22. Popular character you hate?   Daniel, hands down. I mean... I don’t even necessarily hate Daniel, you know? I just think it’s really, pardon the pun, rich that a guy of immense wealth and privilege can’t get a therapist or turn to his far too patient wife for help with his existential crisis over his high school bully opening up a karate dojo to make some money and help a kid who is getting the crap kicked out of him. I get that Daniel’s narrative is necessary for the rivalry, but it does nothing to make him sympathetic as a character.

23. Unpopular character you love?   Tory, definitely! Everyone hates her and then there’s me and the Squad over here banging away on our Coors Banquet cans yelling TORY RIGHTS! Seriously she catches so much flack for a teenage girl who is... the sole income provider for her family? At 17? While caring for a sick mom and a little brother? And fending off a creepy landlord? Tory has it so rough and then she meets a cool girl at her dojo who asks her to hang out at some fancy ass country club which is probably the nicest place Tory has ever been in, and then she gets talked down to and accused of being a thief and has another girl lay hands on her, only to find out that same girl is her new boyfriend’s ex and... ugh. I HATE that Tory gets shit all over when Tory and Sam wouldn’t even have beef if Sam had apologized to Tory as she SHOULD have. Tory isn’t innocent, but damn, I’d be pressed too.   My other unpopular character I love? Nathaniel. Seriously that kid is THE best. He’s a literal child but is out there like I WILL FUCK YOU UP, even though he’s MD. Honestly, his Cobra Kai energy is so ferocious I won’t be surprised if he moves back to CK eventually. Anyway, I love him. 

26. Most shippable character?   Miguel, hands down. It’s because he’s so affable and sweet overall. And because his hair is so fluffy and pettable that no one can resist touching it. I like to imagine that one day he and Hawk are talking about their hair and Hawk makes a joke about how Miguel’s mane is getting so long that it’s going to be bigger than his own, and then he reaches out to ruffle it and internally has a bisexual meltdown because oh no IT’S SO SOFT AND NICE. But uh... anyway, yes. Definitely Miguel.

#ask game #cobra kai #sorry y’all I gotta tag #uh #anti Daniel larusso #anti lawrusso #anti Kiaz #anti Elimetri #it’s not *really* anti those ships but uh... tagging for the culture???#plz don’t flame ship who you ship!!!#Migueli #i hope this is tagged appropriately if you need something else tagged lmk

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a-monsters-love · 4 years ago

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The Air Between Us: Part 1

[Prologue] [Part 1] [Blurb 1] [Part 2] [Blurb 2] [Epilogue]

Zuko x A!Reader:

Genre: fluff

Warnings: mild swearing

Word count: 7742

Time line: Takes place when the Gaang goes to the Fire Lords beach house with Zuko on Ember Island. I changed it from them going to see the play about themselves and go to a circus instead; I extended the time they were on the island to fit everything.

A/N: If your reading this I hope it lives up to any expectations, the prologue got so much more love than I thought it would. This is my first fan fic, the reader was originally written as my DnD OC so I apologize if she’s written wonky. I hope I wrote Zuko’s character well, I was worried I wrote him too OOC but I’ve read so much Zuko x Reader fanfics that I felt like it wasn’t that bad lmao. I am my own proof reader so please message me if I messed something up. Also I don’t know how to write Sokka or Suki’s character, I’ve never met anyone like Sokka and Suki has so little dialogue in the show that I feel like she’s just happy to be there.

(Y/N) = Your name (S/C) = Skin color (H/C) = Hair color (E/C) = Eye color

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“SSHHUUUUUUU.” A loud, terrifying, growl hissed through the Fire Lords vacation home. Echoing into an almost animalistic growl.

“Ah.” Shu looks over to Katara, ”Sounds like (Y/N) is awake.” Probably also waking up everything else in the greater vicinity. Based on the ferocity in your voice they decide it’s probably best to rush over to the room you’re now resting in.

You’re alone, in a hastily cleaned dust covered room. You don’t know where you are. You aren’t aware of how you got here or what day it is. You’re sticky, you reek of herbs, and everything HURTS. These are facts you listed as you woke up. You hear the softest knocking on the door, “If you are not my brother or with him I will rip you to shreds.” You snarl at the door, it’s been a long time since you’ve been this mad, you can hear the hand that was on the door knob let go and take a step back, not going much further than that. Exhaustion starts taking over but you were determined to stay awake until you received your answers. You hear large familiar foot steps run over to the room you’ve been placed in. When the door finally opens you see your twin brother, Shu with Katara, and a very nervous looking Zuko up against the wall behind them. You determined he was the one you threatened. Your (E/C) eyes flick from the nervous fire bender to your brother, “You’re late and I have questions, little brother.” You hissed menacingly.

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It’s been less than 24 hours since you passed out. In that time, you’ve managed to win over the Gaang and somehow sort out the choices your brother made for the both of you. Neither of which you disagreed with however you barely remember anything that happened after the end of the fight at the circus. You blacked out, this wasn’t a first, but it was a first from blood loss. Katara has been working on healing your wounds every 4-6 hours, letting the salve do its job before cleaning you as best she could through the fear that you might not have made it otherwise. She looks exhausted.

The night prior, when Zuko escorted you to the evacuation area, the Gaang had received the full disclosure on your wounds, your history, and your goals. During your first healing session you were face-in-lap of the Fire Prince, as he received endless teasing. Katara, all though giving him the ‘all knowing’ look the entire time, was the only person to have his back. You lost so much blood you needed to stay as warm as possible until your body regulated, and what’s a better hot water bottle than a fire bender?

——

“Hey Sifu Hot Water Bottle!” Toph hollered down the hall, Zuko groaned. Knowing he will never be able to live this down, but was it worth having you nuzzle into his lap like a sick turtle duck? Absolutely.

“What, Toph.” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms at the tiny earth bender.

“Shu and Katara are getting herbs so you should keep your princess company~” Toph grinned from ear to ear, knowing his reaction, even if she couldn’t feel it through the hardwood flooring.

Zuko’s cheeks flushed brightly at the comment, letting out a forced ‘groan’ in an attempt to get the better of the girl. He, however, quite liked the idea and rolled around options in his head to see if he could do anything for you without needing healer expertise. He decides to prepare tea. He remembered a recipe for a pain killer tea that his uncle had made for him, it tastes like crap but he knew it could help.

Walking up to your door, no problem, walking in? That’s another story. You were passed out, why is he suddenly so nervous? Then he heard it, well he heard you. He’s never heard such a terrifying savage sound escape someone, let alone a person of your stature. He lightly knocked on the door as not to surprise you but received a threat regardless, this was new. “WHAT DID YOU DO??” Toph whisper yells from down the hall, Zuko not wanting to give up his spot, while not disturbing you he throws his hands in front of his chest indicating ‘I don’t fucking know’ quickly remembering she’s blind.

As if saved by the bell, Shu and Katara rushed up the hall to your room, “I didn’t wake her, I got here after the roar.” Zuko whispers before they open the door. He sees your bandaged body and has the desire to help but decides it’s best to stay out of the way. His gold eyes meet your own (E/C) eyes, causing him to remember the night prior, a blush dusts his face and he looks down.

Shu and Katara enter the room, leaving Zuko in the hall. “In or out, princeling.” You state dryly. He decides to walk in and sit against the wall, opposite to your brother and the water tribe girl. Setting down the tea pot he prepared. You can feel warmth radiating from him, Fire bending perks, you noted. “Someone help me into an upright position…please.” Your tone changes, almost begging for help. You’re tired and in pain and in need of answers. Zuko and Shu both gently help you lift yourself from laying on your chest to sitting upright. Zuko grateful for the bandages looks into his hands after letting go of you. Katara hands you a cup of tea. You look between the healer and Shu, “So… I barely remember anything after the battle at the circus, please fill me in..” You take a sip of tea without even flinching at the taste, to Zuko’s surprise.

“What?? What’s the last thing you remember?” Katara seems mind blown by the idea and Zuko looks as if he’s the one who lost too much blood.

You sip your tea slowly and tilting your head back and fourth trying to stitch together the memories. “Well, we trapped all the Fire Nation soldiers, Shu and I high-fived and that’s when things started getting hazy,” You stopped and tried to pull pieces to your mind, “I had said.. something to you guys and then my legs went weak and Zuko caught me.” You pointed at him, your ears turned red at the thought. “After that, nothing. Last time I blacked out that bad was in Omashu, like 2 years ago, and that was a party.” You ramble on, still a bit delirious from blood loss and medication.

Katara watches you, thinking over your condition. “Well, you did lose a lot of blood, if we knew sooner then maybe we could’ve done something.” She shakes her head and looks between the two boys before explaining the context of the night prior. She then comments that neither you or Shu gave goodbyes to anyone before you left, which she found weird.

You and Shu exchange looks, and erupt in laughter. To the shock of both Katara and Zuko, who found himself confused but smiling seeing you laugh. You groaned and held you sides, laughing hurt. “We’re circus kids, don’t worry about ‘goodbyes’ we have our means. Since we left them that means Auntie and Uncle are probably retiring.” You move your attention to your brother, “Did Uncle give you anything?” You finished your tea putting the cup down for a refill. You let a small shiver consume you.

“He gave me a box and told me to open it when your up and-or well,” He rolls his eyes. “Whatever that means.” He leans over and refills your glass.

“We’ll need that in the up coming war, so don’t lose it,” You seem back to you matter-a-fact like self. Looking back to Katara, “What’s the status on my wounds?” You ask, picking up your cup for another sip.

She sighs, “It should only take a couple more sessions for it to not hurt so bad and to get you up again” She looks at the ground almost in an ashamed way, she glances at Zuko briefly while choosing her words. “I wasn’t able to prevent the scarring, you will forever have a large scar that stretches from the middle of your back up your neck and down your shoulders to both your hands.”

The room is quiet from Katara statement, you can feel the tension from her words. Noting the look she sent the scarred prince but keeping a calm face you nod, “Well, that’ll look badass.” Taking another sip of tea, “I wonder if it’ll be a problem with Aangs training, Air Bending masters get tattoos, right?” You start thinking aloud. You shrug at the thought, “Well, either way, when can we get to the next healing session? Because I’m cold and everything hurts and I’m hungry, this tea is helping but I can’t eat in this condition.”

Katara smiles brightly at your quick resolve and ushers the boys out to start the healing session. Zuko was replaying how quickly you came to a resolve about your scar in his head not noticing Katara trying to get his attention. “Hey.” You snap your fingers close to his face, causing a small breeze. “Are you gonna watch or are you gonna leave? I have to strip for this.” Zuko’s face was immediately red at the thought of what you just said and stumble-ran out of your room. And so, your first session while awake starts. Followed by every curse word and obscenity you can imagine escaping your mouth. This isn’t healing, this is assault!

Due to the depth of the wounds and the concern of Katara, you had multiple ‘healing sessions’ throughout that day. The day following you were up and running again, for the most part. You found yourself mostly watching Zuko and Aang train, much to Zuko’s dismay but he took note of the a light blush that dusted your face and he redness of your ears when he took his shirt off. He started taking it off earlier in his matches with Aang to see if he can get a reading out of you. Your angelic poker face is not something he could win against. That small smile is constantly plastered on your face.(*1)

However much you enjoyed seeing him with his shirt off, you enjoyed studying their sparring session more than anything. Both Zuko and Aang had multiple different influences in their bending, there are time Zuko’s moves look like that of a water bender. You have never seen anything like it, however you’ve only ever practiced with Shu, an earth bender, so you weren’t one to talk. You asked Aang the occasional question about air bending basics. Things to practice so you can find the middle ground you needed to have control of your bending better. You sit on the patio while they trained practicing your control, letting Aang correct you when needed.

——

“What about bending? When can I start fully practicing that?” You ask Katara while making a fresh pot of jasmine tea, it’s one of your many favorites.

Katara hums at the question, “You should be okay for now. BUT!” She looks you in they eyes. “No heavy lifting, and no going past your limits. If you start feeling sore or exhausted you must take a break.” You almost spat at the statement but stifled your laughter, you’re an air bender. Is air heavy? You jokingly thought, knowing how hilarious that sounds.

“Awesome,” You cough to hide your ongoing laughter. “Can you help me then? I want to change to practice.”

Katara agreed and followed you to your room. She had tied your (H/C) hair back, neater than you’ve ever tied it. You’re still in full bandage but you have a halter top exposing your bandaged midriff, and your most comfortable short harem pants, you liked the way they hugged your hips and sat comfortably at your knees. You walk out barefoot to the training grounds to Toph, who almost hit you with a boulder. “Hey, lightfoot! At least make sure you have a presence for me, you could’ve been back in bed!” She scowled in your general direction, “Katara would’ve blamed me!” She huffed.

You make sure both feet are flat to the ground and walk to the girl, “Could you help me with something?” At Aangs references and Sokka’s bad memories you try to describe the Airball court and the type of game that was played in it. “If we make one out of stone you can ‘watch’ me and Aang play and it’ll give me good practice to handle my air bending without creating an actual tornado or by using my fans.” Toph rolled the idea around in her head, “If we get a fire proof ball we can get Zuko in on the game?” You further suggest.

Almost like a light bulb goes off in Toph’s head she lights up, “(Y/N)! You’re a genius!” She runs off to look for the ideal location.

You go find Aang, catching him before he starts his sparing session, “Hey, Aang!”

Aang sees you calling and perks up, “Hey (Y/N), what up?” The young nomad asks, meeting you halfway.

“Okay, so,” You clap your hands together holding them in front of your chin. “Can Airball be played with 3 goals or does it have to be 2?” Your (E/C) eyes are almost glowing at the question throwing the boy for a loop, you’re finally acting more like yourself again.

“Well, since Air Nomads are traditionally pacifists I’d say only 2 goals to avoid having 2 teams ganging up on 1 team.” He smiles remember the times he played back in the Southern Air Temple, then his brow knit. “Why do you ask?” (*2)

You smile putting your hand on his small shoulders, “I’m having Toph use her bending to build an Airball court so I can practice my bending and I thought it could give you and Zuko a different type of field to spar on.” That last part you made up on the spot but it is a valid option. Aangs face lights up, “Do you want to grab Zuko and show me the ropes?”

You both grab Zuko, and a random empty metal box from the vacation house. He begrudgingly follows, being pulled hand in hand by two Air Benders, what has my life come to? He thought to himself while not shaking off either hand so he can keep holding yours. Aang explains the game rules and how it’s played on the way.

You follow the noises of the court being built by Toph and you hear her call, “(Y/N)! What were you thinking to use for the ball??” You can see she had stone and river rock options behind her however you didn’t want to risk the damage to you or Zuko. (*3)

“How ‘bout this?” You hand her the metal box, “If you metal bent it to the shape of a ball we can leave it hollow so it’ll be easier to move for me as an ‘inexperienced’ air bender and for Zuko who will have to use his flames to actually propel it.”

You can see Toph physically frown, “Hey, I’m not an earth bender, and as much as I wouldn’t mind taking responsibility if he got hurt, throwing boulders at him is not in my job description.” You both laugh and Toph agrees. You suggest Aang and Zuko use the court first for training then you can get to the game.

Toph has lifted a platform to the height of the court, “You’re pretty good at staying balanced on moving boulders.” She comments.

“Yeah, well, having a giant but strong Earth Bender for a twin your whole life does wonders for your balance.” You joke, pushing your elbow into Toph who is trying to stifle a smile at the mention of Shu.

While watching the boys jump around so gracefully reminds you a lot of the circus. You feel a bit sad at the thought and Toph picks up on it. “What’s wrong, lightfoot?”

You don’t hate the new nickname as much as the others seem to hate theirs, you lean back a bit on the platform holding your knees to keep your balance. “I was trained in all sorts of circus and show performances, piano, guitar, gymnastics, acrobatics, juggling, tight rope walking, and contortionism-“

Toph would have spat out her drink if she had one, “YOU’RE A CONTORTIONIST?” She gaps at you causing Zuko to blush, losing his balance and Aang to give him a big stupid grin.

“Ah-well-“ You stammer, blushing hard because no one outside of the circus ever seemed to be interested in the things you trained in. “Ye-yeah I was trained in all sorts of things-“ You look down at your knees to avoid making eye contact with the boys and not wanting to look at Toph, regardless of her being blind. “Watching them dance around reminds me of home.” You chuckle sadly.

Toph talks your head off with all sorts of questions about the circus and what you can do, once your embarrassment subsides you find yourself passionately talking about it. Before you realize it, the boys are done sparring and Aang asks if you’re ready.

You nod and hop to the court, trading places with Zuko. You accidentally bump your shoulder with his arm causing him to grab your hand in case you slipped, sending a hot sensation up your arm from where he held you. You smile softly and embarrassed “Sorry.” You rub the the back of your neck and squeeze his hand.

He lets go quickly. “Ah, yeah.” He stammers, “It’s fine, (Y/N).” Shooting a subtly smile back. You blush loudly, realizing this is the first time he’s said your name to you. You scurry to get to the center of the court.

“S-sorry if this isn’t as great as the courts you had at home. My instructions were vague.” You tell Aang, he shakes his head with a smile, he doesn’t care he’s just excited to play. You practice spinning the make shift ball in a web of air. Before throwing the ball at Aangs hoop.

——

The game starts between (Y/N) and Aang, and Zuko can’t take his eyes off of you. You don’t look like someone who can’t control their bending. Just watching you spin, flip and dance around from post to post is like a choreographed show. Even when you throw or kick the ‘ball’ consumed by air. “So, when are you gonna ask her out, Sifu hot water bottle?” Toph snickers, getting a general idea of the game, enjoying it none the less.

“What? What are you talking about?” Zuko scowls at the girl who just sarcastically snaps her neck in his direction.

“Really? Dude, your attention is on her every move and reaction.” Toph cheers loudly for you, making you a bit embarrassed missing your footing. You slip off the beam you aimed for but you push off the side of it just to hop on the top of another, Aang claps saying you’re a natural. “See, your heart rate just spiked at a little slip. Just ask her out, the worst she can say is no right?” Toph shrugs suggestively, “Maybe she likes you back.”

Zuko scoff at these comments before actually thinking about them. “Shut up.” Toph laughed and punched him in the arm. “What was that for!”

Toph smiles, “Thats how I show affection.” Her face beamed as she moved to the ledge of where they sat and waved at the on coming footsteps.

——

Aang has 3 points on you and you haven’t even scored yet, to anyone else you’d say it’s fine, it’s the first time you’ve played. You on the other hand are fairly competitive, and according to Aang you seem to have the rules down. You have the ball in your hand now and decide to throw all cation to the wind, literally in this case. You air bend something close to a funnel weaving around the posts and throwing the ball into it. Your hand twirling lightly to keep it moving. This does not work as planned, as the funnel created so much momentum that the metal make shift ball flattens to the stone hoop. You gasp putting your hands on your temples, “Oh spirits!”

Aang laughs a little too hard, Toph laughs while grumbling about ‘all her hard work.’ Zuko lets out a chuckle, this embarrassed you but your glad he seems to be having fun watching the mess you call a match end. “That was great (Y/N)! I’ve never seen you have that much control with your bending!” You hear Shu say, you didn’t even realize the rest of the Gaang had made their way to watch.

“I was trying so hard to be delicate, agh why don’t I know how to be delicate!” You groan, “I couldn’t even make one shot!” Ruffling you’re hands in your hair.

“There’s the competitive little sister I know,” Shu snorts, you made a tiny ball of air at the tip or your finger and shot it at him, hitting him in the center of his forehead. You laugh anyway.

“I can control little things and big things with my bending, the in between is where it gets hard.” You stretch letting out a barely audible whimper from your burn wounds.

“Hey, that was a lot better than I remember from first time Aang made me and Katara play,” Sokka snorts.

The only one who heard your whimper was Zuko, but that’s because you never lost his attention. Which annoyed him to no end when you were unconscious, but now? He just felt lighter having you around. He couldn’t pin down why, maybe it was the way your laugh was contagious, or that you always knew how to say the right thing? Even when it wasn’t directed at him. Somehow your flaws made you more wonderful to him. Competitive? Generally sarcastic while sounding like an Angel? Even when you’re cranky he wants to be around you. He just liked it, a lot more than he anticipated. He thought at first he wanted to be more like you, now maybe it’s not that.

He let the thoughts run around his head as the Shu and Toph earth bend the platforms everyone was sitting on back into the ground. You head back with Aang, Zuko and Toph, who was dragging Shu by his hand, talking about the game and how to improve the court. Aang laughed explaining that it’s great for training but Airball posts were general made of soft woods, you face palm at that lack of knowledge. Letting out another small whimper from your wound. Zuko hesitates but decides to put one of his hand gently over top the biggest part of the wound. With his generally high internal temperature he figured the heat might help. Your back stiffens in surprise and he starts to pull away, you grab his forearm gently indicating that it’s okay and look over towards him. You mouth the words ‘Thank you,’ your general angelic poker face now replaced by something more relaxed and dusted with blush, you look away hoping he doesn’t notice that your ears turning red. He does.

——

Later that evening everyone was heading to bed, you were more sore than you let on but you weren’t tired. You’re finally starting to feel some energy come back to you after ‘working out’ today. You couldn’t do your normal stuff but you weren’t upset, understanding the situation. Katara was the last person you said good night to after she helped you bathe, you had your healing session in the water. Now with a fresh pot of jasmine tea you sat on the porch staring at the scenery, less than a week ago you lived such a hodgepodge lifestyle with the circus. Albeit this is temporary, you couldn’t imagine your life any other way at this point. You hear soft foot steps come from behind you, you pay no mind until you hear them speak. “You know, you should probably have a blanket or something with you, it’s cold in the evenings here.” It’s Zuko, you smile up at him and offer him tea. Seemingly ignoring his comment about the weather you pat your hand at the space near you, suggesting he sits.

He sits down and pours himself a glass, jasmine. His favorite, he wonders if you knew. “Jasmine tea is one of my favorites,” You say.

“Really?” He sips the tea, and watches you. Your seemingly angelic demeanor is gone, you look like you’re in your own world now.

“Well, actually I haven’t met a tea I didn’t enjoy.” You chuckle and hold the glass in your hands to keep yourself warm, you were relishing in the cold but for some reason now you craved warmth. Maybe since he pointed it out? You don’t think too long on it, you focus on your breathing. Aang taught you a special breathing technique that all Air Benders use to regulate their body temperature. “There is an older gentleman who would visit my aunt and uncle when our travel schedules aligned, he made the best tea.” You smile into your cup, “He’s the one who actually taught me how to make tea.” You chuckle, knowing you’re not nearly as good as him. A shiver overcame you.

You made him think of his Uncle Iroh, he has a lot of regrets to work through regarding that matter. Zuko looks down and adjusts the teapot, scooting closer to you after noticing your small shivers.

“You remind me of myself in a lot of ways.” You said, still taking in your surroundings. Zuko didn’t understand the statement, that was clear on his face when you glanced over to him, not realizing you’re start to lean towards his warm arm. “For an assortment of reasons.” You start to explain. “You always come off as super grumpy and quiet, but you’ve never seemed grumpy to me. Earlier you were the only one to notice I was sore. It felt amazing and honestly I was just grateful you didn’t make a scene about it.” Zuko thinks on this for a bit, realizing that the angelic demeanor you have is a facade, this was (Y/N), and outside of maybe your brother it seems like he’s the only one you’ve shown your true self to. Regardless of the reason, Zuko smiles softly.

Now realizing your arm is leaning up against his. “Great Spirits you’re warm!” You cover your mouth realizing how loud that might’ve been. You chuckle.

Zuko laughed quietly and leaned back into your arm, “Fire Bending perks.” He said, he felt embarrassed touching you earlier but for you to say it felt amazing? He blushed hard thinking about it, grateful for the night sky.

“I knew it.” You murmur playfully as you sip your tea.

You pull back from Zuko’s warmth to stretch, groaning.

He hesitates to ask, “Does it hurt?” He wants to touch you, maybe this fire in him is good for something.

You sit back next to him, maybe a little closer than before. Trying to consume his extra heat, “Of course it hurts, but the pain isn’t something to be bitter over.” You bump his leg with your knee at the comment.

Hesitantly he moves the arm pressing against you and leans on it now close behind you. Your arm now touching the side of his abdomen and his arm touching your back, with his hand on the floor. He doesn’t respond. You lean into his side thinking, “Yes, it was a terrible thing that happened to me, but there’s no changing it and the pain is temporary. Why should I be bitter about it? That only makes the aggressor look powerful.” You know you both have terrible scars, yes yours is bigger but yours isn’t on your face. You thought to yourself. “Those who attack people smaller or weaker than themselves are nothing but cowards.” You mumble. Zuko leans his side into you, as a sort of silent response. You stayed like this for sometime before deciding his warmth is making you sleepy. “Has anyone ever told you, you make people sleepy?” You yawn at him.

A smirk raises to one side of his mouth, “Just once,” Remembering your face nuzzling into his lap the night you collapsed.

You raise an eyebrow but don’t question him, you smile though. “Well here’s a second, your natural warmth is cozy and I’m getting sleepy.” You got up to head to your room, when Zuko gently grabs your bandage covered fingers.

“I-uh, usually have a hard time sleeping,” He admits. “If you ever have a hard time sleeping you can come sit with me.” He was looking at your hands sadly, as if they received the worse kind of treatment.

You giggle, knowing you’re always out here before him. You squat down to his level from standing and give him a soft smile, “I naturally don’t sleep much so you can always come get me if you’re lonely.” You squeeze the hand that’s still holding your fingers before making your way to your room. Your skin is buzzing from where his heat once was. “You know where to find me.” You flick your hand up in a lazy peace sign.

——

At lunch the next day Toph and Sokka were trying to figure out who was the oldest twin. “Seriously, who’s the oldest.” You and Shu move in unison looking from each other to Sokka.

“Yeah! You keep calling each other older or younger! What’s the deal.” Toph pouted next to Shu, as she continued eating.

You twins laughed, “Ancient family secret.” You both said.

“Come on, Toph!” Sokka continues, “One of them has to be lying!” The two started to bicker. Suki and Aang can’t stop laughing from you and Shu doing and saying everything in unison, from blinking to eating. This was something the two of you had perfected at a very young age.

You and Shu glance at Aang, “You okay, Sifu Twinkle Toes?” You both go, the room erupted in laughter.

——

The days continued like this. Aang would give you something to practice, you started training with Toph or Katara. Shu and Toph started to trade training tips on metal and magma bending or would practice sand bending together on the beach. You had your healing sessions and a bath afterwards and once the sun was down and everyone was off to bed you started spending your evenings with Zuko.

You always seem to be waiting for him, you decided rather than staying awake in your room to just sit on the patio. Part of you didn’t want to wait to see if Zuko would actually come find you. You heard him walk up on cue, “Tonight’s tea is chamomile.” You say tilting your head towards him. He wore just a shirt and loose shorts, you imagine these are his pajamas.

He smiled and sat in the same position he had the night prior, arm around your back hand on the floor and the side of his abdomen pressing firmly against you. You poured him a cup this time. The two of you would talk for sometime before retiring to bed.

——

One night Zuko found his way to the patio and you weren’t there, he waited where he usually sat with you for some time before he realized the tea pot was gone. He walked to your room, lightly knocking before opening the door. You weren’t there. A sort of panic washed over him, he decided to look around for you before alerting anyone you were gone. Zuko walked down to the beach when he found foot prints, a sigh of relief left him when he found you sitting in the sand. Knees pulled to your chest, face down, cold tea pot and cup sitting next to you. He watched you for sometime before deciding to walk up. “So this is where you’ve been.”

A small sniffle comes out as you wipe your face, “Ah- Yeah.. Sorry..” You force an awkward chuckle. “I didn’t mean to worry you.” You didn’t look at him, he wasn’t sure you were looking at anything when you finished wiping your eyes.

Zuko sat down beside you, he wasn’t good at comforting people. He tried to think of something his uncle would say if he knew you. “My uncle told me once, that sometimes the best way to solve your own problems is to help someone else.” He spoke quietly, not really sure how to help. “I don’t really know how to comfort people but if there’s anything you need, you can ask..”

A small smile made its way to your face, you were pretty sure he had no idea what that statement meant. “I just uh-“ You looked up at the sky, “I feel guilty. And shameful.” You mutter. You could tell he was confused by this statement but you didn’t say anything for sometime. “You heard my families history, Jesa had an excuse. Sure it wasn’t a good excuse but..” You trailed on. Your voice was getting louder and more shaken with every word. “I was always so ashamed of my bending because it put my family in danger. I was ashamed that my family didn’t fight to defend the air nomads!” The air started stirring aggressively around the two of you. Tears started bubbling up in your eyes again and you pushed yourself from the ground. Zuko grabbed at your hand. You roared at the ocean in front of you, tears streaming freely down your cheeks, bending so much force in frustration waves flew up high before crashing down as you fell on your knees in front of Zuko.

His eyes wide, jaw slacked at the raw power you possessed. He’s never seen Aang use his air bending in such an aggressive manner. You were squeezing his hand, this pulled his attention from what you had just done. He squeezed your hand back before gently pulling on it, coercing you to come closer. You did, you ended up in his lap. You were between his legs that wrapped around you, your knees pulled up, leaning your side and head against his chest. He wrapped both arms around your waist and rested his chin your head. Zuko hushed you until you calmed, and the air around you two had settled into the stale ocean breeze.

His warmth calmed you, he didn’t have to say anything. You’re frustrated with yourself, you didn’t realize you’d bottled up so much. You buried your face into Zuko’s chest, “I feel guilty for being..-“ You hesitated, “For being so happy. Knowing my people have been eradicated.” This stings Zuko’s heart and he just holds you tighter.

Zuko’s history plays through his head, finally understanding what you had meant the other night. ‘You remind me a lot of myself’ you told him. He tilted his head down, pressing his nose and mouth against the top of your head. “Maybe that’s why your family made it. Because of what-“ He thinks of how to put it, “the Fire Nation did to your people. So that you could be happy, so that you could be here and build your people up again when this horrible war ends.” He didn’t know, but you were quiet.

You moved and held onto his bicep that rested between your thighs and bust, you’re both tired and wide awake now. (Y/N) never thought about it that way. That maybe being here, after everything, was your destiny and not just a selfish desire. You squeeze his arm softly, “Thank you, Zuko.” You mumble.

Neither of you said anything for the rest of the night. Not when Zuko heated up the tea pot and your glass, not about you staying in his lap. You both had the nights events and words playing in your head. Zuko realized what his uncle told him was right. Zuko told you what he needed to hear.

——

Zuko was always the last to sleep and the first awake, these were old habits he couldn’t break. However he didn’t mind it so much since (Y/N) has been around, you’re like him. Last to sleep first to rise, at first it was a constant surprise as you’d daze around the kitchen making tea at dawn. Your pajamas leaving very little to the imagination. A short but loose fitting top and loose shorts. Your bandages helped him not look like a bigger fool than he felt he already was. You never teased him about it though, you always just offered a smile. This house was starting to feel like a home again. The early mornings and the evenings were becoming his favorite time, these were times when you were yourself and when you leaned on him. You did this more than he mentally prepared himself for, the first time you did it was when Zuko was preparing tea for the morning, you lazily made your way into the kitchen and poked around him realizing he was doing what you had planned to start. You ended up leaning against his back while holding on to the edge of his shirt and commenting about the warmth before moving to pour yourself a glass of tea. The mornings that followed that one he started to notice you’d seek him out in a tired stupor. Clinging onto him regardless of what he’s doing, warming yourself up for the day, before making yourself a glass of tea and walking off.

He’d watch your beautiful figure laze around with your tea until you found the patio and sat down. You always manage to look back at him with your bedroom eyes expectantly. This always causes him to blush but he makes his way over and sits with you. He’ll watch you from the corner of his eye as you start to wake up.

He missed your presence during his training sessions but was always able to catch a glimpse as you train with one of the girls. Your control over your bending was exceedingly better than it had been when you first met.

“So. Sifu ‘hot water bottle’” A voice says mockingly. Zuko scowls and tears his attention from you and turns around to see Shu. His expression quickly dropped, not wanting to get on your brothers bad side.

“Uh, hey Shu.” Zuko says nervously, “What’s up?” He starts rubbing the back of his neck trying to temporarily purge what happened at the beach from his mind, you letting him wrap you up in his arms and lap was engraved in him. Shu waves him over to follow him.

He follows him until they’re out of your line of sight, “If you like my sister you’re going to have to fight me first.” Shu states pointedly and crosses his arms.

“Wait-wait. What??” Zuko throws up his hands, “I don’t want to fight you, we’re uh,” He stops at the word but shakes his head. “We’re friends, sparring is one thing but I can’t just fight you.”

Your brother flares at him and slides his foot, bending just enough earth under Zuko to knock him down. “I’m not just going to hand my sister, whose like,” He throws his hands up. “An international secret! To someone who can’t protect her!” Shu hisses. This is fair.

His glare drops and he offers a hand to help Zuko up, confused at the quick demeanor change until he hears you talking to Katara and walk past the scene. “Think about it.” Shu quietly hisses before walking away. Zuko stood there dumbfounded for quite some time.

“Your healing session today will be the last for your arms,” Katara tell you. “Your back will take some time but unless the wound gets struck again you shouldn’t have to worry about it opening on its own.” This was the best news you’ve had in some time. You can start actually exercising again.

That night, Zuko was the first to the patio. You stared at him for a bit, something about the moonlight hitting him makes your stomach flop about. You finally walk towards him, realizing he looks uncomfortable. “You okay?” You ask as you sit down beside him.

He looks over at you, he doesn’t say anything but just stares. Examining the lack of bandages on your arms and the concern in your face before speaking. “I’m trying to take all the right steps to make right all the wrongs I’ve done.” He looks away.

You keep looking at him, the gaang has already told you about their history with Zuko when you and Shu asked them how Team Avatar came to be. Zuko hands you a cup of tea before continuing, “I did some- a lot.. of awful things that I can’t take back. I can’t even apologize to my uncle for betraying him.” This statement causes Zuko to put his face in his hands. “He probably hates me now.”

That statement stings you, you’ve only ever seen the Team Avatar version of Zuko. You hesitate but decide to put your hand on his back, running your hand up and down his spine, making shapes with your fingers. “That might be true,” He flinched at this comment. “However. If you can get a group of people you literally tried to kill, to actually like and appreciate you and to care about you. I doubt it’ll be too difficult to get someone who’s always loved you to forgive your actions.” You smile and lean your head on his shoulder still rubbing his back. “From what you’ve told me and what I’ve heard from the others I can imagine he’ll be so proud of you for doing the right thing.”

Zuko doesn’t reply for sometime, replaying the words in his head. Replaying what he told you at the beach. He did do the right thing, he has changed. But what if it’s too late, he wants to ask but he already feels foolish for his actions. He lifts his head and looks over at you before resting his cheek on your head. “You don’t think it’ll be too late to apologize?”

You straighten up and smile at him, and cup his face with your hands. “If you truly mean it when you apologize then it’ll never be too late.” You leave a small kiss on his cheek and then smile at him. Zuko pulls you into him, holding one hand firmly around your shoulders and one around your waist. This caused you to gasp but he doesn’t let go. He needs this, you think. Hugging him back with your arms around his neck and a hand brushing his hair with your fingers till he’s ready to let go.

As much as he needed a hug the second he hugged you he was extremely embarrassed. Embarrassed that he wanted to pull you into his lap again and not let go. Especially after you kissed his cheek. He feared letting go as you would see his blushing face. Not realizing you can feel his blush as his body temperature rose. It wasn’t until you held him back and pet his hair that he started to savor the moment, engraving it in his mind before letting go and looking at the sky. You watched him carefully, you wanted to kiss him more and find all the reasons as to why everything would be fine. “Your brother told me I have to fight him.” Your face snapped away from his, you knew what this meant, but why would Shu say that to Zuko? Why wouldn’t he talk to you first? Did he tell Zuko how you feel? You were panicking.

(Y/N)’s ear are red, Zuko noticed. She seems embarrassed. Was she embarrassed of Zuko? Was it her brother? Or something else? He couldn’t get a read from you, “D-Did he say anything, ah,” You started. “About me, uh, when he did..?” You couldn’t make eye contact with him.

His face turned bright red, yes the whole thing was about you! He’s thinks your embarrassed about your brothers actions. “Well, ah,” he stammers, “I kind of, uhm, brought it upon myself.” You both look away from each other. “He told me to think about it.”

You sigh putting your red face in your hands, “I am so sorry.” You groan. Embarrassed that you thought this was about you.

“No no it’s not your fault!” He stammers, “We should uh, we should head to bed.” You nod at him and take the hand he offers to get up.

Your fingers touch his as he walks you to your room, “Uhm. Good night Zuko.” You smile and whisper to him as you separate, he watches you as you disappear behind your door. He wants to follow you in, realizing what you mean to him.

When he got to his room he closed and slid down the door. “Good night, (Y/N).” He sighed, “What am I going to do.”

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A/N: Holy smokes, guys! We made it through Part 1! If you’d like to be tagged in this series please feel free to message me or comment on this post! Here are my starred notes: (*1) Imagine that customer service face we all have, you know the one (*2) When I wrote this line for Aang it ended up destroying my whole plan for the rest of this scene because I was like “Shit Aang would actually say something like that” (*3) Did you know river rocks explode when they get too hot?

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ATTITUDE || 004

hello! you have arrived back to attitude. i swear i have so much fun writing them because i have had a crush on so many. man i swear this whole roster is just a group of dorks….

i like to think at times that the style [name] has is really 2000’s esque but this is reader/you we talking about so this is all to YOUR imagination. as always i want you to be immersed.

lemme stop before i rant...enjoy lmao. (•̀ᴗ•́)و

will be updating the cover thingy with a new graphic!

more rq’s on the way as always. a bitch is just tired good lord it’s 6 am

this only ends lowkey short because im tired as hell..

You thanked the doctor for his help. He reminded you to take it easy, and don’t overdo it when you’re involved in matches. Or else, you’d re-injure your nose and be out of commission for quite a while.You didn’t want that as the Invasion was at its peak.

Exiting and heading towards your locker room to prepare for the very next match of the night. Jeff Hardy & X-Pac vs. RVD & Kidman. You’d have to change clothes as your old attire was stained. You wondered how you’d do your hair this time.

To be frank, you were kinda tired of intervening.

Of course, you had run into Jeff again on the way back. And before you could go your separate ways (after you spouted apologies left and right..), he spoke up.

“Oh, hey. [Name], right?” He asks to confirm, and you nod.

“Yes. Are you ready for tonight?” You ask, giving a small smile. He seemed to have relaxed a little.

“Yeah. I’m glad I ran into ya’, actually.” He says. “I wanted to know if you wanted to do this spot?”

You become more curious now. Crossing your arms, you looked at him. “And that is….?”

“It’s nothing much, I just want you to kinda...” He pauses, but then continued. “Can you pull me off the top rope? Nothin’ too hard.”

You blink. You were truly anticipating something more. Was that all he had in mind or did he just slightly underestimate you..?

“Yes. I can do that.” You agree, nodding your head. “Gotta get going. As you must know, I kinda got messed up.” You coyly smile, and Jeff returns it. You two give your goodbyes and you head toward your locker room.

SMACK!DOWN; 8:45 PM

In front of you, you noticed two blonde men who were up in arms about something you couldn’t care less about. Something about an angle? They were in your way, actually. Then again, you could’ve sworn you heard the faint sounds of a kazoo. The two bantered back and forth before noticing you try to weave out of there.

“Hey, hold on, ma’am, ma’am.” One man stopped you, and your eye twitched in agitation. “No worries, after the show we’ll most definitely give you an autograph. We know you’re one of our loyal fans.”

In confusion, you looked at him. “No, hold on, I—” You were interrupted by the other wearing goggles.

“Yeah. I’m sure it’d be an honor to have something signed by yours truly, Christian. You see this, Edge? She’s totally digging us!”

In complete irritation, you sigh. “Do I know you guys?” You ask, eyeing the both of them. You’ve never seen them around before, and you damn sure weren’t taking their autograph. At any other moment this would have been funny to you, and you would have laughed it off, but you had places to be! Hopefully, they weren’t purposefully trying to waste your time.

Christian shook his head in dismay. “Hey, I think we’ve got a hater here.”

The ‘Edge’ guy went into thought. “No, no...wait a second man,” He held out an arm in front of Christian, seemingly holding him back. “That’s that [Name] chick. The one’s who nose got whacked.”

“Seriously? She looks pretty tiny.” He replies, and you think the both of them forgot about you right in front of them quickly. Also, you weren’t tiny! You were supposedly at an average height….what a low blow.

You completely facepalm. These two were acting just like clowns. But you really couldn’t be mad for too long, they must have been goofy in nature. You couldn’t really fight the small smile off your face.

There was something you’ve also noticed lately. It was like blondes were swarming you from left to right, it was crazy. From Stacy, to Jericho, to Torrie, to Trish, and now them? Not only that, but it was like you were a magnet for everyone in general. People were really interested in you. What kind of fuckery is this?! At the end of the day, you were simply just being you.

You hadn’t realized that you were staring off into space until Edge noticed you were.

“You alright? Looks like you just saw a ghost or something.” He asked concerned, and gave a look to Christian, who returned the same amount of concern.

“Never better.” You waved them off. “Sorry if I came off a little rude. The rumors are true. I’m [Name], and my nose did get whacked.” You inform. “Nice to meet you two. I’m actually from WCW, so it’s probably not wise to talk to me.” You joke, and of course, they had a laugh at what you said.

Because you all were behind the scenes, you chatted about the show among various other things. You had more matches to run in on possibly, and yet you had a change of heart. The two were truly hilarious, and you could spare a couple minutes for them. It was a little inconvenient and annoying for you because you really wanted to sit down for a minute and possibly talk more.

You had slowly begun to enjoy this, and you really didn’t have any more doubts about coming into this company. It was like a wildcard inside a grab bag. You never know what you’ll get.

“Know what?” Edge says, and you look at him. “Maybe if you ever sign with the WWF, you could help us out. Slide us some chairs.”

You didn’t object to that idea, giving a small smile. Having a good stable on your back would be wonderful. “Do you know what? I think I’d like that.” This would just boost the ego you didn’t have yet.

After you parted and left, they stopped you.

....They gave you your very own kazoo as a ‘goodbye’ gift.

You sorta hope you would see them again.

SMACK!DOWN; 9:00PM

Changing into your fresh set of new clothes, you checked over yourself in the mirror, turning around and making sure that all was good.

“Wow! From bloody nose to looking good!” A voice chimes. You turn around to see Stacy once more, a grin on her face. “You look...better.” She complimented.

Giving a solemn nod, you smile back. “Thank you.”

Stacy came over and you thought she was going to hug you, but instead she fixed her hair.

Classic Stacy. You gave a small giggle.

“I’ll catch up with you later, Ms. Keibler.” You joke and head out.

The match went on and boiled on. You quickly ran down the ramp just in time. Jeff was setting up for his iconic Swanton Bomb, but you yanked his leg down causing him to miss Kidman completely as he was off of his game. The crowd was filled with a ‘OooOo…’ in disbelief and concern for the superstar who had hit the mat hard.

It let Rob hit his Five Star on him, and all the while you walked around the ring clapping with a smile on your face. Crowd wasn’t too happy with you either..

As soon as X-Pac was distracted, Kidman hit a deadly move, securing the pinfall and winning the match.

You didn’t get in the ring, but you jumped in place, clapping even more and heading backstage again.

Things like this filled you with so much adrenaline.

SMACK!DOWN; 9:12PM

You packed all of your stuff up. It was time to head back to the hotel. You were super duper tired from the card of today. So damn sluggish.

Least you were filled in that you were in actuality, done for the night. You’d cry if you had anymore matches.

Torrie had offered to take you back. You were sharing hotel rooms anyhow. It was sweet of her to do so.

“Hey.” A voice calls, and you twirl on your heel to see…

Him.

Chris Jericho, again.

“It’s like you’re following me or something,” You smugly say. “What do you want now?”

You just had to find something to dislike about him. His face was stupid. His ponytail was stupid. He’s just stupid.

“I’m kinda shocked you don’t really remember me.” He simply says.

“Remember? Huh?” You ask. This time, Jericho was the one smiling.

“I was in WCW too, you know.” He says, and you shifted your bag, curiously piqued. Maybe that’s why his name was quite familiar.

“Really now? How come I’ve never really heard of you?”

“I’m sure we were in different time frames. Sort of.” He shrugged. You might’ve needed to look into this more.

He still irritated you though.

“Right. Well—“ You were interrupted by a woman’s voice.

“Hey! [Name], I’m ready to go now.” It was Torrie, also known as your saving grace.

You slowly smile towards Jericho. “Nice speaking to you, goodbye.”

He waved. “Bye, [Name].”

Later on, Torrie parked in the parking lot of the hotel. On the way back, you two stopped for food at a late night restaurant, and you were pretty sure that woman wouldn’t let you get sleep unless you did cheesy sleepover stuff together. She was pretty traditional like that. She knew how to give you your space though and waited until you agreed tiredly.

Swiping the room card, you politely held open the door for her. She entered in and you closed it, setting the lock.

At an impossible speed, you dashed to your bed, landing face first in the cool sheets.

You were exhausted. But you were right, Torrie would probably not let up. “What do you have for me?” You suddenly say.

“I know you’re pretty tired.” Torrie says, settling in her own bed. “So...I’m gonna let you rest, but tomorrow we have a lot to do.”

“I’m sure. Goodnight.” You say, piling up covers over you.

“Have a good rest.~”

Tomorrow would officially be a new day.

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