#I'm like not even profound tho.

[silusvesuius]

nnnnnnnnnnnnno maa'am

[james-stark-the-writer]

the difference between the fourth wall breaks of something like the Deadpool movies compared to something like Birds of Prey and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn and She-Hulk: Attorney At Law is that every joke in Deadpool feels masturbatory like the writers think they're so hilarious for doing a fourth wall break like that's never been done before whereas both of the other two not only feel right at home with the characters' personalities but are much more natural and much more well done compared to the jokes in Deadpool or its sequel. (do not get me started on Deadpool 2, the movie sucks ass in basically every way except for the characters of Domino and Yukio. every single joke in it was outdated before it was even written. they were making fucking dubstep jokes in 2018. it was a 2012-ass script made way too late and riding on the coattails of the first with even less effort into being actually good.)

but the difference between those properties is that Deadpool wants to be congratulated for being some insanely crazy shocking movie that's pissing off the studio system or whatever but every single joke in it was approved by those people because it makes them money like it's so antithetical to the entire point they're trying to make and it makes for a very infuriating watching experience sometimes. the cognitive dissonance is hard to swallow with that one. but the way BOPATFEOOHQ and She-Hulk do their bits feels so much more authentic and less self-congratulatory and also just like they're clearly done with so much more passion and effort and care? when I watch either of the Deadpool movies, I feel like I'm watching a bunch of executives jerking themselves off. when I watch the other two, I feel like I'm watching a passion project that the executives clearly didn't give a shit about and thus the creative team were actually allowed genuine creative freedom with not a lot of oversight. that's a little less true with She-Hulk (especially in terms of that glorious finale although even that feels more authentic and artist-driven than most things in either Deadpool movie. Kevin Feige's boring, sanitized ass does not have the range to do that finale) being a MCU property although Phase 4 was so fucking experimental and it was a joy to behold even if not everything hit but it's still true and more authentic for the most part. with Deadpool it feels like the only person who really really cared about it was Ryan and like maybe a few of the other actors who actually did do commendable work with what they were given but with the other two projects, it feels way more collaborative because every single person showed up and cared deeply about what they were making.

(this is an addition to the tags bc I ran out [apparently i forgot there was a 30 tag limit] but. anyway the point is. Birds of Prey and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn is a phenomenal movie in basically every single way and you should watch it.)

[intynidad]

Cult leader reader tho😳😳😳

YAN!CULT X CULT LEADER!READER X YAN!DEITY

Tw: cult stuff, yandere stuff, tell me if i miss anything

The dancing flame of the central bonfire casted an abnormal red glow, its flickering light captivating the crowd gathered around the wooden stage. Conversations and whispers filled the air, their voices blending into a soft murmur, until an abrupt hush fell over the scene as the sound of approaching footsteps reached their ears.

All eyes turned in unison, drawn to the figure that emerged from the shadows. It was you, stepping into the spotlight, and a wave of anticipation rippled through the onlookers. The atmosphere crackled with curiosity and intrigue as they eagerly awaited your next move.

Your presence commanded attention, exuding an aura of mystery and allure. Whispers of intrigue swept through the gathering.

You raised your hands, a commanding gesture that effortlessly silenced the murmurs of the crowd. The air grew still as all eyes remained fixed on you, awaiting your next move with bated breath. It was as if a wave of anticipation washed over the gathering, each person hanging onto your every word and gesture.

“Thank you all for joining me at this conference in the name of our almighty leader. I promise you that they are the shepherd that will guide you pathless lamb into pure glory.we can join now as one, in soul and body”

You looked around as the people looked at each other and started to whisper once again

You took out your hood letting your face enjoy the cold of the autumn breeze

After weeks of tireless efforts, tirelessly roaming the town and spreading the word about your deity, you were both surprised and elated when, seemingly out of nowhere, a significant number of new followers appeared overnight.

It was as if the very essence of devotion had taken hold and multiplied exponentially. Word had spread like wildfire, reaching the ears and hearts of individuals who were yearning for something greater, something to believe in. They flocked to your cause, drawn by an invisible force that resonated with their deepest desires.

Strangely enough, as you observed the newfound followers who had gathered, you couldn't help but notice that their attention seemed more focused on you than on your deity.

Their eyes followed your every move, their gazes filled with a mix of admiration and curiosity.

You broke character for a second.

“I'm very glad that my deity finally has some more followers. Most people look at me like I'm crazy when I tell them about them and his whispers. Just out curiosity what made you all come to this gathering today?”

Out of the crowd a few hands raised

“I wanted to come here to see if that way i had more chances on ask you on a date!”

Wait-what?

“Me too, let me tell you you look even cuter in person!”

A roar of agreement started around the crowd.

“I though i was the only one!”

“I heard that for joining you had to kiss the leader and give them your blood and honestly i'm down for both”

“They can sacrifice me anytime,lol”

You rarely ventured into town, consumed by your mission to gather followers for your cult. When you did visit, people described you as a ghostly presence, one that seemed to enchant and intrigue rather than repel.

Your aura and mysterious nature fascinated the townsfolk, drawing them in with a sense of captivation.

Tales of your interactions spread, emphasizing the profound connections and understanding felt in your presence

You stand there, stunned

You managed to do what your deity asked you but all of these people were joining the cult for YOU not for the promise of salvation that your deity offered…well you did what they asked you to do,so as long as they do his biding i guess there is no problem?

[alyrasturnz]

dude your fics are so long (no offense tho)

pls write a SHORT matt fic where he argues with reader but like apologies the day after

so angst but with a good ending

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❐ summary » matt and y/n found themselves entangled in a vehement altercation, leading matt to depart in a tempestuous manner, leaving their emotions in a state of disarray. as the hours slowly unfolded, y/n was left in solitude, her mind consumed by introspection. she came to the profound realization that, despite the conflict, her deepest desire was to remain united with matt, understanding that their love was an enduring force, resilient enough to withstand any discord.

❐ pairings » toxic!matt x fem!reader

❐ warnings » arguing

❐ a/n && w/c » is this short enough 😭 it took me soo long to actually start a taglist and i dont even know why • 2.37k

"i can't believe you did that," you said, your voice shaking with anger as your hands clenched into fists, your eyes narrowing. "do you even care about us?"

your bedroom was dim, the only light coming from the single lit candle casting flickering shadows on the walls, creating a dance of light and darkness. the soft glow of the lamp on your bedside table added a gentle, warm hue, bathing the room in a serene and tranquil ambiance.

the interplay of these two light sources created an almost ethereal atmosphere, making the room feel like a sanctuary from the outside world.

the candle's flame wavered slightly with each breath of air, while the lamp's steady glow provided a comforting contrast. together, they painted a picture of calm and quiet, a perfect retreat from the day's chaos.

matt's eyes narrowed, his face a mask of frustration, the tension evident in every line. "of course, i care!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and hurt. "but what you did was completely out of line," he continued, his words sharp and cutting, each syllable layered with the weight of his disappointment.

you felt your frustration bubbling over, unable to hold back the torrent of emotions. "out of line? you never listen to me!" you exclaimed, your voice trembling with a blend of anger and desperation. "you just brush off everything i say like it doesn't matter," you continued, each word dripping with the accumulated weight of countless ignored conversations, the intensity of your feelings painting the air with a palpable tension.

matt took a step closer, his voice rising with intensity, each word charged with emotion. "that's not true, and you know it," he asserted, his tone a mixture of frustration and earnestness.

"i'm always trying to make things work, but you keep pushing me away," he continued, his words laden with the weight of his efforts and the pain of feeling perpetually shut out, the space between you now filled with an almost palpable tension.

you shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes, the sorrow evident in your trembling voice. "you never show any emotion," you said, the words escaping like a pained whisper. "it's like you don't even care if we're together or not," you continued, each syllable heavy with the weight of your unspoken fears and the aching void of perceived indifference, creating a chasm of misunderstanding between you.

matt's fists clenched at his sides, his anger barely contained, a storm brewing just beneath the surface. "you think i don't care?" he retorted, his voice a mix of frustration and hurt. "i stay up at night worrying about us, trying to figure out how to fix things. but you... you're always looking for a fight," he continued, his words charged with the anguish of sleepless nights and the relentless effort to mend what felt irreparably broken, painting a picture of a man on the brink of emotional exhaustion.

your anger flared, heart pounding in your chest like a war drum. "maybe because i'm tired of feeling like i'm the only one who gives a damn!" you exclaimed, your voice quivering with the intensity of your emotions. "you never fight for us, matt. you just stand there and let things fall apart," you continued, each word a dagger of frustration, cutting through the silence, revealing the raw pain of feeling perpetually alone in the struggle to salvage your relationship.

matt's face turned red with frustration, his voice growing louder, echoing with the intensity of his emotions. "and what do you want me to do? beg? plead?" he exclaimed, his words sharp and desperate. "i'm doing everything i can, but it's never enough for you!" he continued, the anguish in his voice revealing the depths of his efforts and the torment of feeling perpetually inadequate, like a man caught in an endless struggle against an unyielding tide.

you felt your heart breaking, the weight of your words hanging in the air like a dense fog. "i just want you to show that you care, to show that this relationship means something to you," you said, your voice trembling with a mix of hope and despair, each word a fragile plea for validation and a testament to the emotional investment you had poured into the fragile fabric of your connection.

matt's eyes flashed with a tumultuous mix of anger and hurt, a storm brewing behind them. "you think i don't show it?" he retorted, his voice tinged with a raw edge. "every day i'm here, trying to make things better, but you never see it. you only see what you want to see," he continued, each word laden with the weight of unacknowledged efforts and the simmering frustration of being perpetually misunderstood, painting a portrait of a man desperate for his silent battles to be recognized.

you took a deep breath, your voice trembling like a leaf in a storm. "i see someone who doesn't know how to communicate, someone who hides behind their anger instead of facing the problems," you said, each word a mirror reflecting the silent struggles and unspoken truths, revealing the deep chasm of unaddressed issues that lay between you, like shadows cast by a setting sun.

matt's jaw tightened, his voice cold and distant, like a winter's chill. "and i see someone who can't appreciate the effort i put in. someone who thinks everything revolves around their feelings," he responded, his words cutting through the air like shards of ice, revealing the deep-seated frustration and the growing divide in their perspectives, each syllable a testament to the widening gulf of unacknowledged sacrifices and perceived self-centeredness.

your frustration boiled over, tears streaming down your face like rivers carving through a desolate landscape. "maybe if you actually talked to me instead of shutting down, we wouldn't be in this mess!" you cried, your voice a tempest of raw emotion, each word a desperate plea for connection and understanding, echoing the chasm of unresolved conflicts and the longing for open communication.

matt turned away, his voice strained and low, like the distant rumble of thunder. "i can't do this right now. i need some space," he murmured, each word heavy with the weight of emotional exhaustion and the silent plea for solitude, as if the very act of speaking was a burden too great to bear in that moment.

before you could respond, he stormed off, leaving you standing there, the argument unresolved and the air thick with tension, like a storm cloud that refuses to break. each step he took echoed the unresolved discord, leaving behind an atmosphere laden with unspoken words and the heavy silence of lingering conflict.

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you paced around your room, your phone in your hands, like a restless spirit trapped within a confined space. every step you took mirrored the turmoil within, the device in your grasp a silent witness to your inner conflict and the unrelenting cycle of thoughts swirling in your mind.

the screen cast its glow on your face as you contemplated sending matt a text message. the soft luminescence highlighted the furrows of your brow, a testament to your inner turmoil. you wanted to resolve the fight you had yesterday, for you believed that leaving a conflict unresolved was like allowing a wound to fester, deepening the rift and eroding the foundation of understanding and trust.

you let out a sigh, swallowing your pride as you sent the message. it was as though you were casting a fragile olive branch across a chasm, each word a delicate thread weaving through the tapestry of your strained relationship, seeking to mend the frayed edges with humility and hope.

“hey, i’m sorry for how things ended last night. can we talk?”

the thing was, you didn't want to break up with him. the mere thought of severing that bond felt more daunting than dangling yourself off a cliff, where the precipice represented the abyss of life without him, a void you couldn't fathom enduring.

he wasn't like the other guys you dated; he was a rare gem of compassion and understanding. his presence was like a gentle breeze that soothed your soul, a stark contrast to the tempestuous winds that had blown through your past relationships.

before matt, you had only ever dated self-indulgent men who projected their problems onto you. they were akin to tempestuous gales, relentless in their pursuit of emotional dominance, leaving you battered and drained.

each relationship felt like navigating through an unending storm, where you were the anchor weighed down by their ceaseless torrents of negativity and self-absorption.

their issues became your burdens, overshadowing your own needs and desires, until matt appeared like a beacon of light, guiding you away from the darkness.

he took the time to meticulously commit to memory the intricate tapestry of your being—your deepest fears, loftiest hopes, and most cherished dreams. his attentiveness was akin to an artist studying every nuance of a masterpiece, ensuring that each brushstroke captured the essence of your soul with unparalleled precision and care.

you cherished every moment spent in his company, for he possessed an uncanny ability to articulate words that resonated deeply within you, effortlessly evoking smiles and laughter. the prospect of spending your entire life in his presence, basking in the warmth of his wisdom and the comfort of his companionship, seemed far from undesirable; it felt like a serene and fulfilling journey.

minutes stretch into what feels like an eternity as you anxiously await a response. just as the tendrils of despair begin to take hold, a sudden knock at the door shatters the silence. you open it to find matt standing there, still clad in his hockey gear, helmet in hand, his face flushed and glistening from the exertion of practice.

"okay, let’s talk,” he intones, his voice imbued with sincerity, his eyes delving deeply into yours with a searching intensity.

you step aside to let him enter, your heart pounding with a tumultuous rhythm. as he crosses the threshold, you feel a mixture of relief and apprehension. "i'm scared, matt. last night was our biggest argument, and you are the best boyfriend i have ever had. i'm scared for us... and i just want you to stay," you whisper, your voice barely audible, trembling with the weight of your fears and hopes intertwined. your eyes search his face for reassurance, while your hands nervously fidget with the hem of your shirt.

matt sets his helmet down with a deliberate gentleness, his footsteps echoing softly as he walks over to you. his expression softens, the tension in his features melting away. "i'm here," he murmurs, taking your hands in his, the warmth of his touch offering a fleeting comfort. "i'm sorry too. i don't want to leave things unresolved." his voice carries a weight of sincerity, each word carefully chosen to bridge the chasm that had formed between you.

you move to the living room, each step heavy with the remnants of last night's tension. as you sit down on the couch, the air still thick with unresolved emotions, the urgency in matt's arrival brings a glimmer of hope. he looks at you, his eyes filled with a fierce determination. "i rushed over because i realized how important this is to me. i don't want to lose you," he declares, his voice imbued with a raw honesty that cuts through the lingering unease.

you nod, tears welling up in your eyes, shimmering like fragile glass. "i don't want to lose you either. we need to find a way to communicate better, to truly understand each other," you say, your voice quivering with the intensity of your emotions. each word is a plea, a delicate thread reaching out to weave a stronger bond between you both.

matt takes a deep breath, his voice steady and resolute. "i know i can be stubborn sometimes, and i hate that i made you feel like i wasn't listening," he says, each word carefully measured. "i want to change that." his gaze remains unwavering, a silent promise reflected in his eyes, as if he is willing to dismantle his own walls brick by brick for the sake of your connection.

you squeeze his hand, your heart aching with the desire to bridge the chasm that lies between you. "and i need to work on not shutting down when things get tough," you admit, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "we both have things to improve, but i believe we can do it." your words hang in the air, a testament to your shared commitment to growth and understanding.

you sit in silence for a moment, the weight of your words settling like a gentle snowfall. matt reaches out, his fingers tenderly brushing a strand of hair from your face. "you mean the world to me," he murmurs, his voice a soft caress. "i don't want a single fight to make us forget that." his words are a balm, soothing the raw edges of your heart and reaffirming the depth of your connection.

you lean into his touch, feeling the warmth of his hand against your cheek as a comforting embrace. "i feel the same way," you whisper, your voice filled with a quiet resolve. "let's promise to always come back to each other, no matter what." your words are a solemn vow, a beacon of hope in the midst of uncertainty, binding your hearts with an unbreakable thread of commitment.

matt nods, his eyes filled with a newfound resolve, a spark of determination igniting within them. "i promise," he declares, his voice steady and unwavering. "from now on, we'll face everything together." his words are an oath, a pledge to stand united against the trials that may come, fortifying the bond that holds you both.

in that moment, bathed in the golden embrace of the morning light, you both know that you are ready to face your challenges head-on, united in your unwavering commitment to each other. the river of your relationship may be turbulent at times, but like the river shaping the stone, your love will only grow stronger through adversity. each trial and tribulation will carve deeper grooves of understanding and resilience, fortifying the bond that holds you together.

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[starrysnowdrop]

Heyo! So I happened to see your recent ask response regarding Zenos randomly, and, honestly, I'm kind of curious on what people miss about his character! I'm not a personal big fan of him(ngl he kind of creeped me out with his, projecting himself on the wol it felt like? Note I say that as a WHM main who plays as truly heroic WoL(s) most of the time admittedly, so most of his stuff made me go no? alot XD I don't mind people who do like him tho! They're cool!), but I'm interested in understanding him better if possible, cause I know I miss things that others don't and I don't think I've seen anyone explain his intricacies without being somewhat rude about it, but you explained what you did without coming off as that. So I'm kind of curious on that essay you almost wrote if you'd be alright writing it XD (Sorry for being on anon, I am, very shy qwq)

In case you’re not familiar with what this anon is asking about, this is in response to my answer to this ask HERE. Feel free to go read that one and come back!

So, I first want to say thank you for being brave enough to reach out to me about this, even on anon!! I’m really glad that you didn’t find my comments to be rude, as that is the very last thing that I would want! If anyone did find me too abrasive in my previous post above, then I wholeheartedly apologize for that. I would never want anyone to be afraid to reach out to me because I came off as rude at some point, so I appreciate you letting me know that you didn’t think I was. 💖

Alright, now let’s get to the topic at hand: Zenos, and why I truly think that he is the most misunderstood character in FFXIV.

Zenos: The Most Misunderstood Character in FFXIV

((I wrote way too much, so it’s under the cut.))

Alright, so let’s start with what I have seen as the popular take on Zenos that I see as wrong: A lot of players see Zenos as a one dimensional character that has no depth, and doesn’t have a character arc in which he grows as a character. They see him as the annoying antagonist who has a battle boner for the WoL and that’s it. They only see his bloodlust and nothing else. They don’t think there is anything else to him, and that’s where I must strongly disagree.

So, how is he not a one dimensional character? Well, that’s because he really is a complex character, but you need to be paying close attention to what Zenos is actually saying and what his actions are throughout the story.

One can piece together Zenos’ complexity purely from watching the cutscenes, but just in case anyone is curious about going into more depth on his backstory, then I highly recommend that you go read his side story from the Chronicles of Light book entitled “The Hunt Begins”. It shows how Zenos was raised, and it reinforces why he thinks the way that he does.

Without going into his backstory too much, for brevity's sake, Zenos is actually a prodigy, someone who was born with not only incredible strength, but also incredible intelligence, and you know what happens when gifted kids don't get enough of a challenge? Yup, they get easily bored. So keep that in mind as we move along. Now, mix that boredom with a good dose of Anhedonia, or the inability to experience pleasure or joy. Now we aren't sure if he was born with Anhedonia, or if he acquired it through some mental health condition, such as PTSD, depression, etc. I'm no psychologist whatsoever, so I'm not here to diagnose Zenos with any particular disorder, but it is clear that he suffers from the lack of feeling joy or pleasure in his life.

This is actually what characterizes Zenos the most when we first are introduced to him in 4.0; he is suffering from Anhedonia AND Ennui, which according to Webster's Dictionary, is not just a feeling of weariness and dissatisfaction, but its a profound sense of boredom that arises from feeling jaded with one's life.

Zenos is suffering from a lack of joy and pleasure in his life, seeing the world as meaningless and dull, and he has found only one sole pleasure in all of it: The Hunt*. But what he means by The Hunt, is that he wants to fight the most challenging foes, challenging enough that he must put his all into the battle and be pushed to the brink of death. Only this kind of challenging battle will give him any sense of joy at all. For him at this point, there has been nothing else which has brought him joy, so he seeks out this sole pleasure.

And THAT is what Zenos' motivation is. He is not mindless in his pursuit of battle. His bloodlust stems from the desire to feel some kind of happiness at all, and unlike what some might think, not any foe will do. Zenos does not fight mindlessly against anyone at any time. That is not true. If an enemy is no threat to him, unless they purposely get in his way, he will not fight them.

This is true from the first time you see Zenos on the battlefield. At Rhalgr's Reach, Zenos sought out only the strongest fighters there, and two of them (Lyse and Y'shtola) got in his way first, and he defeated them easily. When he fights the WoL, the one who he has heard so much about, and definitely the strongest opponent among them, he becomes curious and hopes that we will give him what he wants. But in that first battle with him, he swats the WoL away like a fly, and they pose no challenge to him at all, to which he calls them "Pathetic", and then he immediately leaves, ultimately disappointed.

Note that Zenos had every opportunity to kill Lyse, Y’shtola, and the WoL if he wanted to, but he doesn’t. He leaves them alone after he defeats them. That’s not the sign of someone who is so sadistic that he’s only out for blood. The fact of the matter here is that Zenos is trying to feel something from battle, something that he has never experienced before: pure joy.

Zenos doesn’t experience this joy until he fights the WoL again several times; first he gets just a hint of it, a tiny spark, when the WoL breaks a piece of his helmet off, and he feels it even more later on when Zenos fights the WoL in the Ala Mhigan throne room. This is when Zenos goes into his monologue before he releases and takes over Shinryu, and note that the joy and pleasure he is describing seems to have a sexual tone to it, which I promise I have a point to make about that in a bit.

After the battle with Zenos as Shinryu, he finally feels the joy that he has never felt in his entire life, and because he doesn’t think he’ll ever feel anything like it ever again, Zenos takes his own life, happy to have played a bit part in the story of his “first friend”.

But as we know, Zenos doesn’t stay dead. He finds himself alive once more, and he has a singular goal: to feel that pure bliss, that overwhelming joy that he felt when he fought the WoL in the Royal Menagerie in Ala Mhigo. From ShB through EW, Zenos’ goal doesn’t change, but he does change in his understanding of what it means to have a “friend” and how he can feel happiness.

During EW, Zenos has several scenes where his understanding of his feelings seems to grow, and though that sexual tone to his descriptions of what he’s feeling towards his battle with the WoL is still there, I would argue that over time, it seems to have more and more of a romantic tone to it as well. And with this shift in his tone when describing his feelings, he also seems to question his understanding of it all.

Zenos’ character growth is the whole point of two very important scenes: the Scions and Jullus encountering Zenos in Garlemald while fighting the blasphemies, and later when Zenos goes to the Royal Menagerie alone. The first of these scenes reinforces the themes of EW with Zenos’ philosophy of life, but it is also the first time that someone says something that makes Zenos question his beliefs.

Alisaie’s words to Zenos hit him hard, and Zenos goes back to the Royal Menagerie, to the scene of where he had his one transcendent moment, his one time in his life when he felt joy, pleasure, and happiness. He realizes in this moment that, whatever you believe Zenos’ true feelings are for the WoL, which I personally argue that it is love that he feels for them, but regardless, Zenos cannot continue to be selfish and only think about his own wants and desires. He must act selflessly, and assist in the WoL’s battle against the Endsinger and stop the Final Days, in order for the WoL to give him what he wants in return. He finally realizes that it’s this give and take, this reciprocation between people, is the key to building bonds with others… Zenos finally learns what it is to be a “friend” to someone. After this moment, Zenos goes to Sharlayan to find a way to help out the WoL in their mission to save the star, and to finally be a friend to them.

And you know what that is? That’s growth. That’s having a character arc. That’s Zenos in all of his complexity. Which I still say that it’s perfectly fine to not like his character, but I only wish that people would not like him with a clear understanding of what he really is, and not what others think he is.

Alright, I think I have blabbed on long enough, but I hope that I have answered your question anon! If you need me to clarify anything further, please don’t hesitate to ask me! Thank you so much for your ask anon, and thank you to all who have read this! 💖

[hymnserendipity]

Bakugo comforting your trauma

Mention of Blood, no gender mentioned, mention of death, mention of scratches.

Disclaimer: For all those people who have never experienced trauma so profound that it leaves you holding your breath and having nightmares for weeks, I hope you enjoy this story. For those who have, for various reasons, had to deal with situations that have traumatized you, well... I wrote this for us. because sometimes we would like someone to block those thoughts and take care of us.

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Since you had been moved to the dorms Bakugo, who you talked to often and despite his tendency to be standoffish, had started talking to you more until you had almost become friends. Lately he had been aware of hearing someone coming down the stairs of the dormitories and one night he had followed you.

"Go to sleep." He smacked your head lightly.

"I rather be here and hear the wind outside"

"I swear you stay up too damn late." Katsuki grumbles as he sat down on the couch next to you.

"You always do that. You should be in your dorm resting, especially for training tomorrow." You sigh, leaning on the couch and looking outside the window "You are one stubborn idiot..."

Katsuki mumbles as he takes another step toward you and sit down. He leaned back on the couch next to you. "I swear you are going to die from lack of sleep one day because you keep staying up late, idiot..." He grumbles as he stares at you. "I take some naps during the day."

"Yeah but that's not enough. Those naps only help a little bit, you should know that by now dumbass."

"The thruth is that I have insonnia, i don't usually sleep"

"Tsk." Katsuki had noticed this before. He knew you had some trouble sleeping but he didn't think it was that bad.

"Damn it, you shouldn't stay up so late then idiot."

"Even if i go to bed i... just stare at the ceiling till the sun rise, so i prefer to be here. You should go to sleep tho."

"I'm not leaving you alone here." This makes you smile a bit.

Katsuki stated bluntly as he stayed on the couch next to you. "Hum? Why" you ask.

"If you're going to be stupid and stay up late like this, then I'm not leaving you alone, idiot." He replies with a huff. It sounded like he was annoyed and angry, but deep down he was a little worried about you. "If i go to my room, will you go to yours?"

"Only if you promise that you will go to sleep." Katsuki replied with a bit of a huffy tone.

"I will try." Katsuki glanced outside, noticing the rain and how it suddenly appeared. He then looked back at you after realizing why it was suddenly raining. Yes. Your quirk.

Mainly your power reflected your mood, changing the weather for a kilometer from where you are, for example if you were sad it rained, if scared it thundered, if terrified there was lightning, if you were happy, it was rarely sunny. This is why since your arrival at that school no one had almost ever had a nice sunny day.

"Are you feeling pissed off or something? I swear, sometimes you piss me off without even trying." Katsuki says in a grumpy tone as he looks back outside. It was a lot more obvious now, the rain was pretty heavy.

" Why are you worrying so much about me." "I-I'm not worrying!"

You and Bakugo have been having this relationship-not exactly relationship for a while now. You weren't together, you had never confessed to each other, but you were always very close and talked a lot to each other like a couple. His face was slightly red when you laughed. Despite being good at hiding his feelings, it was obvious he was worried about you due to you lack of sleeping. "The weather change based on my mood, i think everyone is hating me for this, we can have sunny weather and heavy Rain in ten minutes"

Have you been feeling okay lately?"

Katsuki asked in a softer tone of voice as he looked over at you leaning on the windowsill. The rain outside continued to pour heavily, it was clear how much your mood affected weather patterns at this point.

"Let's go to the rooms, Kat." You say, approaching the stairs. It was two am. Katsuki also got up from the couch.

"Why the hell do you want to go to the dorms all of a sudden?"

"You should sleep" Katsuki grumbled and huffed, but agreed with you.

"Fine, I guess idiot. But you better promise me you're going to bed as well."

"Okay, but i can't promise i'll sleep." Katsuki rolled his eyes as he began walking over to the stairs and made his way up them.

"Damn it, I swear you are so damn stubborn. Just get in your room, dumbass." He follow you on the stairs.

"Goodnight, Kat." You opened the door to your room.

"Whatever. Good night, idiot."

Katsuki replied before going to his own dorm room. He entered his own dorm room. The room was organized neatly. The room was only lighted by one lamp in the room.

He went and laid down on his bed, but couldn't sleep. He was unable to get the thought of you out of his mind.

"Damn it..."

He muttered under his breath in frustration. Katsuki let out an annoyed sigh. He was trying to figure out what was wrong, why were you depressed all the time. Were you just a pessimistic person? Or were you struggling with something?

Maybe that's why your mood was down all the time.

Because of your versatile quirk that allowed you to not only shape the weather according to your mood, but also control the humidity and rain you created at will, you were able to create powerful vines to trap enemies and infuse them with lightning that you created. For this reason you were a valuable asset to the Pro Heroes. Bakugo knew that you had recently taken part in an important mission, and he also knew that many Heroes present on that mission had died in the process. What he didn't know was how much all of this had taken a toll on your psyche, because you were just barely a teenager, and all that brutality was suddenly on display before your eyes. But you promised the president to not say what the missions were about, so you didn't even had the chance to vent.

Katsuki was thinking about you and how you've been feeling so damn depressed lately. The only conclusion he could come to was that something happened on a mission that caused you to feel so down all the time.

"Damn it, what was that mission...?"

Katsuki mumbled to himself as he tried to figure out what the hell happened on that mission that caused you to be so damn depressed. He continued to lay in bed, tossing and turning. He couldn't shake the thoughts of you from his mind. He glanced out the window, and saw the rain still falling down on outside.

"Still raining..."

The next morning, Katsuki was having breakfast at the table in the kitchen with all the other students. He quickly noticed that you were absent from the table. He had a slight suspicion that you stayed up late again, but shook it off. After breakfast, they all went to training and he decided to wait you there.

Katsuki was in the training area with all the class, and noticed you also came into the area. He raised an eyebrow at the fact you were wearing a different uniform than usual, it was your battle uniform, the one you wear only when it's a mission time. Katsuki noticed the dark circles under your eyes. The realization hit him, you probably didn't sleep all night, yet again.

He continued to watch you train, keeping an eye on you to make sure you didn't injure yourself, and his concerned look turned into a slight glare. He noticed that the dark circles under your eyes were much more prominent than usual. He knew for a fact that you didn't sleep at all last night, and he could tell that the lack of sleep wasn't helping your mood. After the training session ended, Katsuki approached you, an annoyed expression on his face.

"You didn't get a damn wink of sleep again, did you?" He spoke in a blunt tone, as usual. "Nope"

Katsuki let out an annoyed huff as he looked at you. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes even more clearly up close. The lack of sleep was definitely affecting your mood, it was clear as day to him.

"Damn it, you idiot. I warned you last night to get some damn sleep and you didn't listen, did you?"

"I... Couldn't." You sigh. "Aizawa told me i have to go on a mission later... It's the same of last time." Katsuki's annoyance suddenly turned to shock, and then slight anger. He tensed up slightly when you told him that you were going on the same mission as last time.

"Damn it, you're going on that damn mission again, seriously?"

"I'm the only one with this quirk, that's why i'm in my battle uniform." Katsuki's anger and frustration grew.

"Damn it, why does it have to be you again, idiot?" Katsuki grumbled, clenching his fists as he continued to glare at you. You sigh again and rub a hand on your face.

"I can't tell what's it's about." Katsuki's irritation grew because he knew something was obviously off, and it was probably related to the last damn mission.

"Damn it, why can't you tell me about it? Are they seriously keeping you from speaking about it again? That's bullshit"

"I had to promised to the pro Heroes , it's top secret." Katsuki huffed in frustration. He knew damn well that this was bullshit, and he hated that he couldn't pry the information out of you.

"Damn it, are you seriously gonna keep this secret from me again? I at least want to know if you'll be safe, idiot!"

"Of course i won't, it's a mission. Last time pro heroes died, we are studying to be heroes." Katsuki's irritation was still present, but the mention of the heroes death made his expression soften slightly. He knew damn well how dangerous these missions could be, and he didn't want something happening to you.

"Damn it. Just... be careful, alright? You better come back in one piece, idiot."

"Are you worried about me, Kat?" Katsuki grumbled as you chuckled at his words. He let out a huff and crossed his arms, trying to look annoyed.

"Hmph. Don't let it get to your head, idiot. I just don't want to see your sorry ass get hurt again."

In that moment you see the Heroes waiting for you. "Gotta go, see ya at dinner. Maybe." Katsuki huffed and grumbled as he saw the other Heroes waiting for you. He didn't like that you had to go on another damn mission like this, but he knew he couldn't stop you.

"Hmph. See ya, idiot. You better come back tonight, got it?"

But later that evening... Katsuki was sitting at the dinner table with the rest of the class, eating dinner. Everything was relatively normal, until you walked into the dorm with a shocked expression on your face. Your uniform almost completely destroyed. You didn't talk, you just went to your room with a shocked expression.

Katsuki's concerned expression turned to slight panic and he watched you go straight to your room without saying a word and he quickly excused himself from the dinner and went to your room. He knocked on the door gently, concerned about what the hell happened on that mission.

"Hey, you in there, idiot?"

"Hm." Katsuki heard a small hum come from the other side of the door, indicating that you were in your room. He took that as a sign that you were letting him in.

He opened the door slightly and stepped in, closing the door behind him.

Katsuki look at you and noticed how your shocked and dazed expression.

"Hey, dumbass, mind telling me what the hell happened?"

But you were just sitting on the floor already in your pigiama, staring at the wall.

Katsuki's concerned expression turned to a horrified one as he looked at you. Your dazed and shocked expression, your uniform was in almost tatters, and you had multiple scars all over your legs from your Battle uniform.

Katsuki's eyes widened slightly, and he approached you carefully, trying not to startle you.

"Hey, dumbass, are you okay? What the hell happened on that mission?! What happened to you?"

"Infermery girl patched me up..." You spoke softly. Katsuki sat down next to you, his eyes still widened with concern.

"Jesus Christ. You look like you went through hell and back. Damn it..."

He looked at your scars more closely, they looked to be pretty fresh, but you only look at him numb. Katsuki noticed the emotionless look in your eyes. The sight terrified him, he'd never seen you look so numb before.

"Idiot, are you alright? You're... you're scaring the hell outta me right now."

Katsuki's voice was soft, almost uncharacteristically soft for him.

"I.... Aizawa told... I will rest for a week... No class no training no missions."

Katsuki's expression remained concern, but he was glad to hear that you wouldn't be taking part in any class or training for the week.

"Damn it, good. You need to rest for a damn week, it looks like you went through hell and back on that mission." Katsuki mumbled, looking down at your legs, his eyes glued to the fresh scars on your legs.

"Tonight was... I never ... I don't know what to Say."

Katsuki continued to look at you, still concerned and worried. He could tell that something had deeply affected you from that mission.

"Damn it, idiot, something really messed you up, didn't it? You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, I just... I want to know what the hell happened. Can you at least tell me that?"

"I never saw so much blood."

Katsuki's eyes widened slightly at your words. He could tell that whatever you saw on that mission had deeply affected you. He couldn't imagine how much blood you saw for you to be in this state.

"Jesus Christ... no wonder you look so messed up. How... how much blood did you see on that mission, idiot?"

You shake your head and cover your face with your hands. Katsuki watched you. He could tell that whatever happened, it was extremely traumatic.

Katsuki's expression turned from concern to pure worry. He hesitantly reached out and gently touched your arm, trying to provide some comfort.

"Hey, hey... it's okay. You don't have to say anything, idiot. Just... just breath, okay?"

You can't talk as you hug him tight for the first time. Katsuki was slightly surprised but returned the hug tighter. He could feel you shaking slightly in his arms, and he could tell how much this was affecting you.

"Hey, it's okay... you're okay. I'm right here, it's alright..."

Katsuki's voice was soft and comforting as he held you in his arms. He is doing his best to provide some comfort. He wasn't exactly used to comforting people, but he wanted to try for your sake.

"Just breath, y/n. You're okay, you're safe... just take deep breaths."

Katsuki murmured, one hand holding you close while the other gently rubbed your back in a soothing manner.

"I.... I fight them. We won. They were 40 villains, we didn't know It." Katsuki's eyes widened in shock as you spoke. Forty villains? That sounded like a damn nightmare. He could only imagine the hell you went through on that mission.

"Jesus Christ, how the hell did you survive that? Forty villains... how the hell did you and the Heroes beat them?"

"Infermery girl saved me so i just have scratches." Katsuki's concern grew. He knew damn well that you were just downplaying what you went through.

"Damn it, you idiot... you're just downplaying it. I bet you went through a lot more than just scratches... damn it." Katsuki pulled you closer to him, still holding you tightly in his arms. "Thanks Kat,i feel better in your arms." Katsuki's expression softened slightly as you sighed and smiled. He felt a small wave of relief wash over him, knowing that he was at least providing some comfort for you. Katsuki tightened his hold on you, but not too much that it would hurt, just enough to keep you close to him.

"Just relax, idiot. You need to rest. You went through a lot..."

"Hmm." Despite his rough and aggressive demeanor, he took great pride in being someone you could trust.

You stay like that for a while, cuddled up as you slowly calm down, with him holding you lovingly in his arms.

[emmabirb8]

Ok ok, but have you thought about the fact that throughout the series, Nandor has saved or protected Guillermo's life just as much as Guillermo has saved and protected Nandor's? Because I have, and I am feeling Ways about it.

Obviously, Guillermo has always gone  above and beyond for Nandor as far as familiar duties go, and he has slain countless vamps to protect not only Nandor but also the rest of the household. It's a given and it's been a given from the start that Guillermo would do anything to keep Nandor (and his other housemates by extension) safe. He has outright said they are his found family, and it definitely shows. 

Well, in a slightly subtler way, the case is the same for Nandor. God, the things that Nandor has done for Guillermo - the risks he's taken, the knee-jerk reactions, the choices he's made? It is profound.

Consider that Nandor a. as a vamp is not expected to care about his familiar beyond using him as a tool to get things done, b. believes acting "aloof," aka unbothered and unconcerned, is key, and most importantly c. struggles heavily with identifying, working through, and expressing his emotions. AND YET, without even stopping to think about it, he:

Stepped in to stop that hungry vamp at Simon's club (Manhattan Night Club)

Refused to let Guillermo be eaten by the Vampiric Council (The Trial)

Stopped Topher from drowning him (Resurrection)

Kept Guillermo's slaying a secret after discovering that he had dusted Carol (The Return)

Told Celeste to "be kind to Guillermo" when he thought she was gonna be his new vampire mistress (arguably, this counts bc he was making an effort to ensure Guillermo would be treated well and kept alive under Celeste's watch) (Collaboration)

Defended him against the wrath of Nadja and Laszlo (the housemates Nandor has known, lived with, and loved for far longer than he's known Guillermo) who were 100% prepared to kill him every single night for a month while he was imprisoned in the basement (The Prisoner)

"Yanked" Guillermo away from the line of fire when he was acting as bait for The Sire and attempted to fix the situation himself (The Escape)

Immediately dove into the sewage hole in the floor to rescue Guillermo when he fell in (Reunited)

Volunteered to battle him in place of a more dangerous vampire at the Night Market (The Night Market)

Made sure he was okay at the end of the fight after pretending to snap his neck (The Night Market)

Nandor is the KING of repression, but actions speak louder than words, babes. This is not even counting the times he has shown outward kindness, affection for, and attachment to Guillermo to the point where it's entirely too conspicuous for anyone to believe he's not in love with him. (Tho he's apparently managed to fool himself well enough, hasn't he? lmao) 

Hell, I'm in a listing mood - let's recount those moments too, shall we?

Just off the top of my head, Nandor has canonically also:

Made Guillermo a glitter portrait depicting the two of them together as vampires as a gift to celebrate his anniversary of becoming his familiar (that he was clearly proud of and excited about and that clearly took a lot of effort and planning ❤) in the very first episode 

Held him up above his head to help him reach higher places when dusting and held him up in front of a mirror so he could experience the sensation of flying (like what vampire does that fr???? he was down bad even in the earliest eps) 

Become a blubbering mess worrying where Guillermo was while high on drug blood 

On multiple occasions actually took him flying by wrapping his arms tenderly around him 👀, then admitted he was his friend out loud in front of Nadja and the camera crew as early as ep 4 after feeling guilty about accidentally dropping him during a flight

Played chess with him (and it's implied this is a regular thing for them 🥹)

Been visibly upset each time Guillermo has left - it's heavily implied he missed even the smallest gestures like the hand holding, and he outright verbally expressed his hurt feelings in front of the entire Theatre des Vampires

Been distraught enough after the Celeste situation that he attempted to "win" Guillermo back first by talking to him and then by giving him another gift with the "beating off" pillow, and then actually complied with Guillermo's requests to be more respected and given breaks after that

Taken the time to go down and keep Guillermo company while he was imprisoned in the basement and made a genuine attempt to give him better quality food

Urged Nadja and Laszlo to treat Guillermo with more respect and to try to take an interest in his life at the casino

Reacted in a way that wasn't even the slightest bit angry (and in fact, he appeared grateful for it besides becoming excessively horny on main) about The Slap

Said he has "grown to have some affection for" Guillermo out loud to his face (which, for someone as repressed as Nandor, is huge)

Offered a very blatantly romantic turning scenario in which he expressed a desire to share soil with Guillermo, which, again, is huge 

Become markedly upset that Guillermo never showed up at the train station to accompany him on his trip

Started making steps in the direction of reversing their dynamic in s4 by doing things like helping Guillermo dry off and getting him a glass of water after he fell into the hole, paying more genuine attention to him and his life, expressing a desire for Nadja and Laszlo to be more serious and respectful of him, valuing his input (esp for the dick wish), and being appreciative of all the work he has constantly put in for him (whenever using his new penis 😏) 

Offered Guillermo the position of best man at his wedding which was clearly of utmost importance to Nandor, even more so than finding someone to marry in the first place 

Actually remembered the exact amount of years Guillermo has been his familiar/bodyguard and called him his "closest companion" in front of lots of other (arguably dangerous) vampires 

Been so excited and proud of Guillermo's moves when he was battling other familiars at the Night Market to the point of exclaiming "that's my fucking guy!"

Called Guillermo his friend out loud again when he got visibly worried he may have killed him

Admitted to Guillermo that he was afraid right before his wedding (!!!!), looked at Guillermo longingly/lovingly, accidentally revealed his desire to literally hug Guillermo close and kiss his face through his wish about Marwa (!!!!!!), and took a moment to whisper sweet nothings to Guillermo and cover him up when he discovered he'd fallen asleep (!!!!!!!!!)

Dorkily but sweetly prevented Guillermo from falling in the bg shot of Go Flip Yourself (like, truly, why would he care omfgggg he's so in love it's making him look stupid)

Actually made a very misguided but solid follow-through attempt to fix the Freddie situation as soon as he realized how upset Guillermo was about it

IT'S JUST SOOOO MUCH!!! I've been going through the series highlighting Nandermo moments for creative idea purposes in these last few weeks, and I can honestly say that I believe there are possibly more instances where Nandor has hinted at or displayed his feelings toward Guillermo than there are of Guillermo hinting at or displaying his feelings for Nandor. It's fucking insane you guys. 💖

[kthecritter]

Hi! So, I have what might be a weird request? But, could you make me a wallpaper that's a fancy moodboard?Like the fancy moodboard you have as an example with the tiger and the green but like, wallpaper-sized.

I really enjoy voids, the whole emptyness and otherness vibes. So either deep space, night skies, etc OR underwater themes, the pleces so profound the light doesn't reach, the abyss etc OR airy themes, wide open skies, unreachable clouds, etc.: basically, open, unreachable, endless. Stuff that makes you feel the opposite of trapped, that makes you feel like you're small in a wide open world.

The stuff you asked us to add—

What the topic is (so I know what tags to use):

> Space OR Underwater OR Open Skies (Voids???)

What the main subject is:

> All-encompassing endlessness, the opposite of being trapped, infinity, otherness, freedom, insignificance

What theming/colour palette you want:

> either light or dark, muted or jewel tones, nothing neon or too vivid (visual overwhelm = bad)

Whether you want symbols/extra stuff on it:

> nothing i can think of, but feel free to add them if you think they fit (no kin symbols tho, i still haven't figured whether that's a fit for me, or how) (can you even kin a damn concept???)

Anything you DON’T want on it:

> anything that's too visually overwhelming—vivid or neon colors, overlapping images, anything that moves / gives the idea of movemnt

*+*+*+*

I feel like this is a lot less helpful than I intended it to be? I'm sorry if this is too, like, incomprehensible or mixed-up. I realise I'm chasing a feeling more than a particular aesthetic, and I'm not really sure how to express that

here you go, I hope you enjoy! tried my best with this request (also I chose to use all the themes instead of just one if thats ok)

[hoseoksluna]

METAMORPHOSE | ch. 1

pairing: postmilitaryracer!jungkook x she

genre: angst; fluff

word count: 1.9k

warnings: swearing, smoking?, anxiety, mini dom/sub play, jungkook doesn't understand his feelings:(, he gets lost in his head a lot, attachment issues, fears, distrust

note: not me already writing abt post military jungkook even tho he hasn't enlisted yet hahaha! i'm so excited about posting my first jk fic on here. pls show some love as i've only been a silent reader here but lately i've been pining and burning for jungkook so here i am! enjoy enjoy and here's a cookie for u to eat while u read 🍪

MASTERLIST | PINTEREST BOARD | WATTPAD

THE SNOW blankets the entirety of his car.

Disguised under the frail and the fragile layer of ivory coruscation, the blue begs to be seen. Not yet, thinks Jeon Jeongguk. You've already made a spectacle of yourself. Now that he is having a wistful look at his precious possession, his heart takes in all the unblemished beauty before his body. The twinkles, those little fuckers, hide under the plum-infused heavens, but once a car interrupts the ice cold quietness of the night, Jeongguk unmasks their playful secret. You look so cold, but look at how pretty you are. He can't help but think of the girl he is waiting for. She is as sturdy as the bark of an oak tree, but once the snow melts on her skin, it leaves the glitter in its wake. The glitter he likes to collect. Gather. And carry as a keepsake in his wallet.

She has always been his Tinkerbell and Jeongguk ponders over that thought as he reaches into the depth of his pocket to pull out his packet of cigarettes. Blue and white—akin to the state of his car. He lights the end with a lighter that must have been misplaced. The color pink beams at him on his palm. Fuck if he knows how that ended up in his winter jacket, but he returns the smile until the smoke burns in his left eye. He puts the body of the cigarette between his fingers, eyelid closed, and with his ring finger he traces over the ghost of his lip-piercing. His tongue, out of habit, licks over the hole but does not find what it searched for. The piercing is gone and so is a part of him that he thought would live forever within him. Jeongguk sighs and takes a fat puff of his cigarette. 

Crunchy footsteps sound behind him and he turns around. His Tinkerbell walks towards him and the barren trees, dressed only in the flimsy nightgown of winter, almost intertwine to make a crown over her head. Her hair, the scent of a dark wine, cascades in soft curls over her white woolen coat and pink scarf. Snowflakes have long stopped their fall, so Jeongguk does not find them in her midst, but he proceeds in the rampage of his curiosity over the sweet perimeter of her body. Her coat ends below her knees and it is merciful enough to reveal her legs to him, warm in thick tights, and her feet shod in shoes he knows too well.

He probably should fight the smirk forming upon the thinness of his lips. But Jeongguk decides he does not want to.

"Hey you," he says to her, the deep dimple of his cheek also acknowledging her. The smoke does little to conceal it.

She smiles at the greeting, the fullness of the cosmos glistening in her eyes. Jeongguk sees the order and the pattern of the world within the twinkle of those browns and he understands all of the sudden. He understands the whole world.

Looking up at him, she giggles. "Hey you."

He scrunches up his nose at her sweetness, a grin taking full form. He missed it—he missed her nectar.

In the past, when Jeongguk devoted more of his time to her, he discovered that this was her thing. She took pleasure in imitating a person's gestures and facial expressions if it sparkled a warm rumble of laughter in her chest. She was the girl who noticed profound details in people, whereas he was the man, whose heart longed to unbury the composition of his surroundings. Snow, the drowsy heavens, the trees and the misty fuzziness of it all when he steps on the gas. She had a wonderful memory, capable of remembering the certain movements of hands or mouths, the lift in the eyebrow or the intonation in someone's storytelling. It grew roots in her, it sweetened her blood and the whole room burned with flare at the start of her charades, but it never made her her in the slightest. She was still her own person. Ordinary to the fullest. With no quirkiness to her articulation. She kept her hands folded, the muscles on her face untouched by a fervent emotion. Shielded she was. She always was.

People versus art, it would seem.

He never cared much about people. Though, on the other hand, that was then. He doesn't know who he is now, half-empty, a new shape of forever extending in his bones. He wonders, for a mere second, as he regards her face, if she changed at all. Time passed between them, no matter how strongly he wishes it didn't in the least.

It differentiated her from everyone else, her ordinariness. It would pain him to bid his goodbye to it.

His heart quivers with the threat of anxiety. He blinks, lifting his hand and rubbing his thumb back and forth along the apple of her rosy cheek while taking a long drag from his cigarette. This is a good distraction, Jeongguk thinks to himself, his grin dropping to a melancholy smile. Has anything been changed in you?

Her skin feels the same as it did in the ostentatious time before. Back and forth, the ebb and the flow of the sea. He enjoys the innocent touch he can give her, gladness clutching his chest that his past memories are now replaced by new ones. They can't snicker at him in the dead of the night anymore. He has control now—he is living in the moment. 

She leans into his touch. The anxiety backs away. It occurs to him, as light opens within him from her responsiveness, that she is saying something to him from the depths of her eyes. He can't figure out what it is. It has been too long; he has forgotten the language. More? he tries.

Jeongguk anchors his palm on the top of her head. "You missed me?" 

He pats it a few times and watches as her eyes grow bigger and brighter. He never thought it was possible. 

The remembrance that she never made the first move, but invariably waited for the green light of his first move, infuses his veins with a buzzing sensation. It scurries to each blood cell to make itself at home. Of course she did not flung herself at him, ask him questions, warm up his ears with the heat of her palms. Her submissiveness was the center of her being. The silent go, the permission. She thrived off of it. That is how she existed within the moonless woodland of his mind all that time spent apart. He could not forget that, even if he tried his hardest.

Go, Tinkerbell, Jeongguk thinks, pushing the little flyaways across her forehead to their rightful place. I allow you. It amuses him in such a loving way.

He wiggles her head, messing up her hair in the process, then lowers his hand to pinch her cheek hard. She groans and wraps her small hand around his wrist. Jeongguk finds it still warm from the confines of her home. His stomach moves under his jacket in the way he remembers it used to. The memory of all the times she touched him, a film of private pleasures that only he was acquainted with, spreads goosebumps over his arms—goosebumps like growing twigs of hardness that makes him strong. Fast passing memories that abandoned him during those long months he was gone, a year full of winter, longer than the current winter breathing in their lungs, they come up for air in him. He cannot seem to stop it and he holds his breath, daze intoxicating his mind. The trees are swaying. He is lost.

She punches his shoulder with her fist so he could let go of her reddened cheek. Once, twice. Oh, he is found. Then, she presses herself against him and envelops him in a hug that was long overdue. There you go, Tinks. Atta girl.

"'Course I did," she replies, her voice muffled against his jacket.

Warmth spreads across Jeongguk's heart. Such a strange, foreign feeling.

He pulls away to take the last puff of the cigarette. The only way he knows how to deal with his tenderness. She watches him and before he throws it away, she grabs his hand, stealing the half burnt body from his fingers and placing it between her rosily powdered lips. She takes a long drag, just like he did.

Nothing has changed. But he fears it might be an illusion.

"Have you smoked today?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow at her.

She scoffs, averting her gaze and taking another drag. "No."

Despite his fear, he remains calm as if emotionless. "What did you do all day?"

Her eyes remain fixed on the snow on the sidewalk beside her. "I napped."

Jeongguk chuckles. His teeth might hurt from her saccharinity. 

"You haven't changed, have you?" he breathes the question, half hoping it is true.

She blinks up at him and tilts her head to the side. She must be thinking of what to say next in that cotton candy mind of hers. How endearing. 

"And you still don't finish your cigarettes, do you?" she murmurs at last, lifting the cigarette with a smile to prove her point. 

So she remembers him as deeply as he remembers her. The softness of her voice causes his eyes to lower into slits. He missed her. He missed her painfully. He can't stand it, the growing twigs, the warmth, the buds of flowers that burst open within his heart. It is too much at once. 

"Snuff it out and come," he orders, turning on his heel to head back to his car. 

He feels as though he was drunk on his tenderness, almost staggering. He inhales the winter through his nose and straightens his back. This has to stop. This has to be kept at bay. The decision strengthens his legs.

"Wait." 

Jeongguk hears her call, but he is already occupied with sweeping the snow away from the hood. He hears her suck hard on the bud to enjoy the last of her nicotine delight and puffing out the smoke into the iciness of the now prolonged night. He listens, and it paints a grandiose composition of a specific painting in his mind. Trees, a crown, a fairy with frail wings in the middle, the twinkles of snow. But he shakes his head to rid himself of that picture. He walks over to the passenger side and removes the ice for her with ease. Though the hesitant crunch of her footsteps forces him to look at her.

Wobbly legs. Unfocused eyes. It adds to the half-true illusion that she hasn't changed at all. 

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, but it is a play for her, a charade. He opens the door and wraps his hand around her arm when she reaches him, guiding her carefully into the heat. 

"Don't finish it so fast next time," he tells her, eyebrows furrowing at her impetuousness. 

"Haven't heard that in a while," she retorts, looking up at him with her round eyes. 

A dagger pierces through his heart, taking with itself all buds of growing flowers. The understanding of his feelings eludes him, leaving him barren and shivering in the cold.

Jeongguk closes the door without a word. He gets behind the wheel and indulges in a deep breath. Tinkerbell watches him, a small smile playing a dangerous game with him upon her lips. 

"It's cold," Jeongguk comments, but it is a lie. 

He, too, is disguised now under the frail and the fragile layer of snow. But there are no twinkles. No. How could there ever be? He hasn't touched her yet in a way that would make her gush with glitter.

With that in mind, Jeongguk starts the engine. He has to touch her. His tenderness will stoop like a wounded animal. 

It is the only way.

[esta-elavaris]

7 and 29!

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I'm a walking stereotype and I end up happy with very little of what I ever write. Which I think all in all is a good thing because it stops me from getting complacent. Like, I think I can string an entertaining story together but I don't think my writing is that sort of prose where you stop and go "oh shit those WORDS tho", y'know? Like you might laugh, you might cry, but there aren't gonna be some majorly profound sentences that you want tattooed on you.

I was pretty proud of this chapter of CTW, though (spoilers ahead!) just because it was such a bastard of a scene to tackle because of the sheer emotion, and I think I managed it in the end. Plus we need more men openly sobbing in fiction.

All this time. When they'd fallen for one another, when they'd planned together, when they'd married. She'd known. She'd carried that burden, and she'd carried it alone. What he hated most was that he could see why she had not told him - for he would have stopped her. If he could go back now and redo it, he would do everything in his power to keep her away. He'd have locked her in their house at Port Royal before departing, and taken his chances out here alone. If he perished as fated, he'd at least do so knowing that she was alive.

But she was not. She's gone. His mind kept repeating it to him, over and over until the sobs that wracked him strained his muscles and the few that weren't so harsh that they were completely silent sounded hoarse and pained even to his own ear - more strained gasps for air than cries. It was wrong. No matter how much his mind stabbed at him with the fact, he could not accept it. The bed in the corner was topped with a red blanket that resembled the colour of her hair much too closely for comfort, and through his blurred vision he kept on thinking it was her. It made no sense, but it made more sense than her being gone. And it was absurd - for he was a soldier. He knew loss. But he'd never known loss like this.

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Listen, I'm not a Solas gal as far as Dragon Age goes, but I would give my left arm for this fic to be finished.

Like I know it's not the same as a prequel/sequel, but I can't remember a finished fic I've read where I felt like the author didn't do a stellar job in wrapping it all up to the point where I thought there was another story's worth of stuff to be said! The talent out there is fckn astounding.

Thank you!! And I'm sorry it took me so long to reply to this - these were tough questions 🫠💜

Ask game.

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At @moominhands behest here is my game list thing! <3 Reasoning under the cut:

Favorite game of all time: If i absolutley have to pick one it'd have to be Shadow of the Colossus, tho runners up are definitely ICO, FNV, Okami, Windwaker and Twilight Princess. it's hard to choose just the one honestly there's so many more too, but this game was so influential and i sunk so many hours into just exploring the world and taking in every tiny detail, it and ICO really changed my perspective on games in general.

Favorite Series: Dragon Age, it's camp and has a lot of issues, but it gave me extreme brain rot and i love it a lot.

Best Soundtrack: ICO, this game has barely any music! But when it does, it really goes all out, the resting theme and the erie music before the final boss are my favorites.

Favorite Protagonist: Hawke, from Dragon age 2, this is surprising to absolutely no one.

Favorite Villain: Dormin from SOTC, I love this thing, is it even really a villan? who knows but it's very cool and i love the voice acting for it! runners up are the shadow creatures from ICO for similar reasons and The Master from Fallout 1.

Best Story: Night in the Woods. This was really hard to pick tbh i could've put a few in this spot but this is one of my favorite story focused walking sims and i love to revisit it.

Have not played but want to: Disco Elysium, I've attempted to play this game on console very briefly once but couldn't get used to the controls. Now that i have a PC I'm planning to play it but i need to be in the right headspace for big CRPGs as i find them hard to get into so, i just need to wait till the time is right to play it. I also want to play Hades.

You Love, Everyone Hates: The Last Guardian, everyone hated this game SO MUCH, especially at launch.. Heaps of streaming people who had only ever played Shadow all expected it to be SOTC again but when it turned out to be much closer to ICO with only some elements of Shadow people just hated it so much for what it wasn't. This game much like ICO can be frustrating at times but it's really good and had a lot of love put into it, the A I of the Creature Trico is especially cool as it learns depending on how you interact with it and becomes more responsive and easy to direct. It's certainly not a game for everyone but it didn't deserve the amount of disdain it received on release.

You Hate, Everyone Loves: (please don't kill me for these I don't actually hate them they're just not for me) Kingdom hearts, I tried multiple times to play these games and i just couldn't get into them, they're just not for me i think, i don't really find the gameplay or story elements particularly engaging. Sad! a lot of my friends really love these and seem to get a lot out of them. I never had the chance to play them as a kid though so i feel like i may have had different opinions if i'd started playing them earlier. Last of us 2, The weird opinion split when it released between bigots who hated it cause women and queer people were in it and then the other people saying it was the most profound piece of media ever was really frustrating because it kind of shut down a lot of good faith criticism. I think the main problems i have is that it came out in a really depressing time where something with such a bleak and unsatisfying ending came across as a bit gauche even though the devs couldn't have anticipated it. And that there's a bunch of good elements about it that just didn't really stick the landing for me, or were handled poorly imo. Personally the overall message it's going for via it's gameplay and story had already been done, and done better over 10 years prior (see Shadow of the Colossus; Ico was a stated main inspiration for the first last of us and i'm pretty certain Shadow was for part 2 considering the parallels), and it would've been quite ground breaking back then but now it's not so much. Again this is personal opinion of how it's just not really for me.

Best Art Style: Okami! Kind of self explanatory, even on ps2 this game's graphics still hold up because of that art style, and i love how it was incorporated into the gameplay.

Favorite Ending: Zelda: Twilight Princess, love this game, the climactic boss rush and the story conclusion is so good, it's such a long game and the characters go through so much it all really wraps up nicely even with it's melancholic tone. This was the first Zelda game i fully finished so the ending had more of an impact on me too because of that.

Favorite Boss Fight: Crimson Helm, from Okami, this guy is super fun to fight, cool design, great arena, always a good one to revisit.

Childhood Game(s): my first ever game was Duke Nukem DOS on the floppy disk on my dads old computer, it's a side scroller that's sound effects are drilled into my brain. Frogger i got later on the same computer once dad upgraded his for work, it was the first game i ever finished. and Nintendogs i got much later again with the old clunky silver DS, i played this game way too much.

Relaxing Game(s): Lil Gator Game, it's so fun and cruisey to play, really charming and great controls. Flock, I only played this recently but it's so fun, very pretty, you just fly about and spot new creatures to list in your encyclopedia! A Short Hike, really great chill vibes, i love revisiting this one every now and then. Proteus is also a good one.

Stressful Game: Mass Effect 2, I love these games but they're so stressful trying to avoid people dying from random dumb choices you make hours prior omg! 2 is especially bad for it off memory, i remember writing up a strategy sheet for that last big level so i could avoid people dying.

Game you always come back to: Drakan The Ancients Gates, I love this one, it's a bit janky but it's got a really weird and interesting world, with a weird plot and bizzare character design.

Guilty Pleasure: The Dog Island, this game is so silly but i played so much of it as a kid it was kind of ridiculous, so i really enjoy revisiting it every now and then, it's also kind of bizarre in terms of how the story is written.

Tons of Hours Played: Baldur's Gate 3, I've only played it through twice but it's stacked up a bunch of hours, really good tho! others that I've spent way too much time with is Dragon age Inquisition, Animal crossing NH and NL, and of course SOTC but i dont actually have the hour count for that one, i can only assume.

[orsanedraws]

I cannot even begin to articulate how much your art is awe-inspiring in spite of the horrid events happening around you. I think it's a beacon of hope desperately needed for people from all walks of life, and especially those in similar situations. And while my current situation doesn't compare (tho this could drastically change depending on US elections in a few months as i'm a queer poc that would be at risk), I still find solace in the fact that people like yourself that share their work and just. Act as a force of rebellion, no matter what you create. From shipping fanart, to little slice of life doodles, i think there is a profound beauty in it and is necessary to hold on to what's important to us, even if it's fictional characters. It means something to YOU, so it means something to US.

ah thank you so much 💔 it brings me so much joy to know that i can somehow positively influence someone's mind even a tiny bit, it's like a proof that i and my work exist

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

hi miss L, i have a spiritual/religious question and i don't know anyone else who could answer it.... since i was a kid i've been attracted to tarot, spirituality, mystical explanations of the worlds workings, astrology, all that good stuff. i never used to connect my spirituality to a single higher power, and i never had any issues with this. for a few years i've been wanting more than just a disturbingly accurate tarot spread and i feel compelled towards god. i'm not sure how to word it honestly! i keep getting messages all around me telling me the saint that watches over me, and that god is there too. so here's my issue.

whenever i reach out and pray or do any kind of ritual or reach out specifically to god or a saint, my life immediately starts going haywire. yesterday i set up a small shrine in my room for my dead kitty since i've been feeling better about her passing and i prayed a little. i asked for sign that i was going in the right direction, and hours after i prayed, our sink plumbing got clogged, my cat (living) ran out and had to be caught, my mom dropped a whole bowl of food, and i wasn't able to pick up groceries bc the bank cards wouldnt work. this never happens in my household, we've been joking that we're cursed. this happens everytime i try to reach out to god. the worst time was when my mom lost her job, dad crashed his car, and i kept having panic attacks out of the blue for a week. i freaked out and took everything i said back and bathed in salt water for hours hoping i could cleanse whatever happened to me. it worked and my life was back to normal the next day.

do you have any advice? i would love to put my trust in a higher power as i've never been religious before, but smthn is going wrong somehow.

thank you for reading, i love seeing you on the dash and your music is so soothing and nostalgic. much love!! <3 <3 <3 <3

so sweet, and caring, thankyou u//u...im sorry things have been difficult :< The following message does not in any way endorse the claim that i understand God, that God could ever be understood, or that any one of us should every try to understand the -inner workings- of God ! purely my feelings v v v

i relate to ur background cus i grew up w no religion, my parents didnt talk about any kind of woo-woo stuff, my dads dad was woo-woo AF and my dad haaaaated it so he rejected all of it so i was pree much just a blank slate. but for some reason i was just REALLY obsessed w magical thinking and the like. believed in god spirits nature deities angels demons magic aliens and i was totaly engrossed in ~my secret world~. i was kinda scared of religion tho i viewed it in a bad light since i was learning about it during the george bush post-9/11 era & for some reason my child self was rly interested in consuming critique of america , iraq war / westboro baptist church type stuff , from an outsider's perspective i saw religion as something american people used as justification for committing atrocities & crazy power trips , which, i mean.. anyways

it didnt help me trust God xD but many of my beliefs remained into my teens i just didnt have any outlet for them. so i got into astrology around 15/16, started learning more about tarot & occultish type things, crytstals, all those subjects intrigued me very much. but i felt the same way as you, like, something was still lacking from it, even when i got these super profound tarot readings, or read my birth chart a million times over looking for clues about ~wtf is this stupid life for~ , i never felt safe. never felt assured, never felt i could trust myself or my future. it was an odd period, early 20s. but then kinda same as u, as my knowledge on these topics expanded i started to notice the quality of Holiness a lot more. the more i learned about different religions the more i realized how connected it all was, and how religion connects to "the occult", and magic, light and dark, i find it very hard to put into words. i just started to find myself actually really earnestly believing in God in a way i never thought i could? Like reading the bible & being completely enthralled, i NEVER woulda thought. i started to feel way safer in the world even tho im still not "christian" technicaly. but i believe in jesus now and it makes me feel safe on a cellular level.

i believe the real jesus was wholly non judgemental and loved everyone no matter what, the thing that susses me out about Religious Institutions was always the judgement that can spawn from it. misses the point of everrything in my opinion.

its kinda wild actually cus when i used to be into like, trash reality tv ghost hunting shows, i remember there was one ep where this psychic was talking about how she always prays to jesus for protection before doing a reading or entering a haunted place. that really intrigued me cus i thought jesus and psychic automatically cancelled each other out. i think that moment rly opened up the rabbitehole and it was so mundane like wtf. still rememebr it tho!

sorry im really in a typing mood tonight.. So my next point was gonna be that, just because i started to really believe in god and jesus and really PRAY for protection & guidance, my life did not get easier xD like i would say the past 6 years have been nothing short of a shit show. my life was fucked before that too tho so its hard to compare, but still, its safe to say my shift in perspective actually brought a lot of chaos into mylife. the point of it, i feel, is that i had to dismantle it in order to truly Live in the frequency of trusting God. because this was new to me! i wanted to trust God, i put out the energy of seeking God, and God was like ok hold on tight..

So now i'm here all these years later like, oh yeah God is real and i love him and it's all real. it's CEMENTED into me lol. When i used to say i trust God it still felt like i was asking permission to be able to feel that way. but now i really really do. And messed up stuff will keep happening forever because there needs to be light & dark, there can't b one without the other. But now i have faith in a really personal way that i wld never attempt to transfer onto another like even by talking about these experiences & concepts i still feel like i don't want to prove anything. except that it's worth it to keep trying, i guess :]

and OK this is really just how i feel like take it with a grain of salt , but from what i've gathered, if you believe in energy entities & astral happenings & whatnot, well. it's my opinion that the invisible low frequency parasites that feed on many ppl's dread & fear, when they're attached to u and u begin to raise your vibration, they get very upset and throw a fit. like think of a demon being exorcised, u know, u imagine it having a total fit in a desperate fight for it's life. if ur appeasing the demon and letting it use you then of course it's going to keep things on an even keel, u kno?

taking a salt bath was a good thing to do tho like one of the best things <3 its also good to have crosses or your holy item of choice around the house, light white candles, organize clutter. pray a lot like every time u feel happy and safe or notice something beautiful say thanku to God.. talk to your angels and encourage them i pray a lot specifically to strengthen them, upgrade their armor n shih...i ask them to work for my loved ones, i try to be concentrated on them, visualize them around me all the time, visualize them standing guard outside every door. i feel this kinda stuff increases ur Holy EXP and over time your spiritual armor gets stronger, bad entities move on and things in life start really flow. the trust just has to b there first, and it will be, so long as u allow it <3

it just takes time, and like i said i dont want to prove anything or be The Convincer, but if u were already having feelings to go down this path i recommend not giving up and let God carry u through those tough situations instead of seeing them as an absence of God or God's Wrath. just keep praying cus it can't hurt right, even if it's just a way to occupy your mind with kind thoughts about your friends and family, there's no downside to prayer. its your own journey so u just gotta live it and feel it out ^^ but pls dont feel u are being punished by God or demons or anything else! So many "bad" things that happen end up being neutral or even "good" in the long run. We can never foresee the reasoning behind God's plan ~~~

yeah, this was a long one, wow...i drank a energy drink 12 hours ago i think it made me hyper.. well have a swell evening if ur reading this anon!! o also i liek to listen to psalms before bed to help me feel calm i feel like it helps bring in angels. i think i will do so now, thanks for the Q i hope things improve for u very soon. Good night anon < 3 3 3 PMD 9

[redlyriumidol]

more on why I think isabela's fade betrayal should have been different:

isabela's arc is about moving past selfish materialism and realising that there are more important things in life. love and loyalty are worth it-- and when it comes down to it isabela is incredibly loyal. that's why she returns at the end of act2. that's why she sticks by hawke while kirkwall is crashing and burning around them rather than skipping town and avoiding problems like she always has.

I just think that her fade betrayal was presented in a very superficial way. I don't think she'd betray a 100% friendship Hawke so easily, especially romanced, if some random person offered her a ship. All the other fade betrayals clearly represent profound internal struggles the characters are going through. Aveline's moral beliefs about the law and mages, as well as her guilt over wesley's death, are warring with her trauma bond/loyalty to Hawke. Varric was deeply affected by his brothers' betrayal, it haunts him because he loved his brother despite everything. Merrill has given all of herself, everything precious to her, over to restoring the history and lost glory of the elves. Fenris is consumed by hatred and a desire for revenge. the demons tap into this and really hit them where it hurts. So what about Isabela? Her story is much more than "haha i'm a sexy pirate i like ship lol"

Even adding a few lines from Miss Demon would have solved this. "you'll finally be free from Castillon. Nobody will ever chain you again. You'll be the one in control." SORTED. it's definitely in the subtext of her fade betrayal but I would have made this more explicit.

similarly, I think that in terms of narrative and character development, it's a bit unsatisfying that she accepts castillon's deal so readily in act3. I usually let her do it because my Hawke has a very laissez faire attitude to life and I'm fine with it I guess but imo it's a better outcome for her to kill him. (which iirc she does admit if u make her kill him) like sometimes you have to stand and make a choice to fix your problems instead of always running away. it would have been cool to have her come to this conclusion herself tho

[himbo-in-limbo]

Kure Rain x s/o Rant! (New season spoilers)

[tw gore n bloody stuff mentioned]

In hype of the new season (that I literally just finished binge watching a couple days ago)

It got me thinking of my mans

That crazy bastard that I love sm Kure Raian

(I'm so fuckin mad about what was supposed to be his big fight when the coup happened)

Anyways anytime I read a fic of Raian x reader it's always the same-ish thing of the reader not fully loving the sheer brutality that Raian is

I can't be the only one that gets excited seeing him covered in blood! Like dawg if I saw him all nice n bloody like that with a sexy smile comin at me all nonchalant

Like "Hey baby~ did you like the bloodbath?" I'm jumping on him and making out right then n there..

I wanna be covered in the same blood ya feel me? (That's TMI probably..)

It's probably bc I'm a fan of gore or something but like you gotta understand that killing is not only his job ITS HIS PASSION

And him being an asshole is also part of it, sure you can try n convince him to not FULLY kill someone but honestly I'd say you have a 1% chance of succeeding...

It'd have to be a solid good reason tho

Not just cuz your his partner...

Even so! Odds are the person he's messing with is a stranger to you 😭 (if your not into him killing random ppl then maybe not be in a relationship with him)

He has few morals...which align with his assassin fams code but he's just a morally grey character

That's what's so hot about him honestly

You can't ever really predict who he'll spare and for what reason...

But you get to see his fine ass just deal with grown ass men like nothing is a treat all in it's own

Hell we don't even know how he'd act in a relationship bc he hardly ever shows interest in anyone like that! He likes scarring people to hell tho

So I'd wager if you "end up with him" expect it to be a big ol situationship...

It's best to not put labels on it bc if you pressure him with that he looks like the type to leave...

And even if you are sick of it! Just tell him up front that he can either make it official or you'll leave!

That might make him realize that he has something genuine with you OR y'all just break it off and you can find yourself a better partner

Bc lets face it 😭 he's....not the best

His familys great tho I bet they'd be all over you

Especially if you're cool with reproducing an heir 💀

If not hey their just shocked he was able to find ANYONE that would "date" him

Like really? Him? Okay...

Raian doesn't strike me as the type to care much if you leave him, tho if you did have a profound impact on him

I think he'd stalk you for a bit...you'd never know he's there btw

He'd totally stalk the hell outta your new partner tho...and if their no good he'll kill em with much thought..

He dose care in his own way :D it's just bat shit crazy

I feel like If Raian did have a canonical partner they'd have to be a bit cooky themselves ya know? 😭

N yeah he might not say much but he dose better expressing his feelings through acts of service or just in general sleeping with you

Bc again we haven't seen him interact with anyone like that or show interest at all!

So odds are him sleeping with people is a rare thing! (Demisexual ass...)

But yeah back to him fighting n stuff I feel like he'd be super happy if his partner was also excited about seeing a real blood bath of a fight

Like yeah probably not the best influence on him like that but asdhsjsnskk

Honestly I wouldn't be able to help it

He's like when ppl are in love with the horror icons

You love ppl like ghost face n Jason! There def not gonna stop doing what they do! N their hella crazy!

That's the vibes Raian gives me...

The only thing that's different is, I feel like the more years you spend with him he WILL calm down by like 10% and he may not go off on ppl randomly like when he was younger but he'd still do it on occasion...

[operationbeifong]

Hey there, Beifong family enthusiast!

Who's your favorite Beifong? And who do you ship them with?

First of all, I already love you to the 'yue' and back for this ♡ Ty, I'm virtually holding your hand rn!

"Who's your favorite Beifong?" Now that.. requires a huge @$$ long answer, babe! Grab a coffee and seat down. ☕️ — I have three different answers to this, organized by category, because I can't simply just choose one Beifong, so.. ◇ My favorite based on "emotional attachment" is definitely Suyin (kinda of an unpopular choice). I simply can't help but love every aspect of her, she's so beautiful, bright and collected - I love how against all odds she overcame her traumas the healthiest way she could, rebuilt her whole life, never gave up on reconnecting with the people she loved and missed after all, etc. I have an immense amount of respect for her - she's the personification of growth, maturity and forgiveness. And I love that for her for many reasons! Her adult self reminds me a bit of Sokka in a way, that probably helped to establish my "emotional attachment" towards her as well! ◇ My favorite based on "complexity and strength" would be obviously Lin. Lin is the character I validate and understand the most too, I enjoy analyzing her whole story and personality. I'm a Psychology student, so it makes sense to me that I loved her instantly and so much (apart from being a Toph seed), she was presented to us as the typical tough character ofc but I was amazed how many layers she turned out to have, how profound and complicated her traumas, choices and path turned out to be. I love and respect Lin for reasons that are completely different from Su (they are completely opposites). Lin's psychological strength (physical too, ofc), courage and endlessly emphaty always get me. I would fight anyone just to protect her! ◇ And of course, my number one girl.. Ultimate Favorite in the entire franchise.. the ORIGINAL Beifong; TOPH!! I don't even think I need to explain myself on this one, do I?? Everything I listed about her daughters comes from Toph Beifong and even her imperfections are kinda perfect to me, she is one of the most brilliant characters in the franchise hand down. In fact I believe their daughters inherited a lot of Toph's values, beliefs and characteristics. They are her legacy in a way, probably part of the reason I love them so much too. But anyways.

That's my favorite Beifong; TophLinSu!♡

"And who do you ship them with?" That's piece of cake! For Su; Suyin/Baatar Sr. ◇ For Lin; Linzin & Kyalin, maybe Linzumi too — I do think Lin & Tenzin are soulmates who could never be though (This is actually a can of worms, 'cause I have A LOT to say regarding this entire ship!). ◇ And for Toph; Tokka yesterday, Tokka today and Tokka for always!♡ I can't actually picture Toph with anyone else, for some reason. I tried (with her other love interests and all).. But It's just not it for me. Kanto we've never even seen & Satoru was more of a simp - nothing against it but it kills the mood for me that he's a fanboy who'd spend their whole relationship praising her & kissing the ground she steps on, not into that for Toph (or any human being) in a relationship. — While with Sokka (even tho it was just a childhood crush & he was a bit older) I think they were a perfect match for a future relationship; They were opposites in the right amount, but also pretty similar (in terms of sense of humor and some values). I love how they completed each other in their dynamic, how Sokka was so kind, supportive and understanding - they had a real profound bond and he was always offering to help her out (if needed) or trying to protect her, even tho she hated to be treated like that; he was her exception. And Toph genuinely respected him (jokes apart) & would consider his opinions, even embracing his stupid ideas. It was simple and sweet. Not to mention the fact that Sokka would never pick fights with her (not that I remember), whenever Katara would ask him to intervene in their fights he'd be like "Nah, leave me out of this" and I do think that that's what intrigued Toph, he would listen to her & validate her feelings since Day 1. Then we cut to TLOK; at Yakone's trial when Sokka is giving that sentenced speech and start praising Toph for developing the Metalbending skill by herself; his facial expression immediately changes to something more affectionate (genuinely smiling at her), then Old Toph telling Korra about when she taught Aang earthbending and feeling the need to mention what happened to Sokka that day (should've been insignificant, but she kept that memory from that day) and then Suyin & Lin's small details or characteristics that were related to Sokka in ATLA (Like their usage of adapted metal swords to fight, Su's collection of meteorites, how Sokka was always praising Toph for inventing the Metalbending and later Su building a whole city out of it where Toph's achievement would be praised and immortalized for once and all, not to mention Su & some members of the family looking like Sokka, I'm pretty sure that was purposely done by the creators in a way to keep Sokka's design, idk & it makes me the happiest that it was done in the Beifong family). It's impossible not to acknowledge the impact Sokka had on Toph, they truly loved each other and loved being around each other. Romantically or not, canon or not - it's impossible for me not to ship them.♡