#LEILEI MY BELOVED

[littlemisspascal]

Death and an Angel part 3

Death!Din and Cupid F!Reader

Summary: You and Din have an unexpected heart-to-heart about what it means to be Death and a Cupid on route to a planet where Din’s potential soulmate lives.

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: Pining, smidge of angst, more plot development, Razor Crest (RIP I miss you darling!), a made-up home world for the reader (yes, yes, there’s like a million I could have picked but my brain said NOPE)

Author Note: Ahhhh, the comments are so amazing from you all! Thank you everyone out there sparing time to check out my little universe, it makes me sooo happy you have no idea! As always, I hope you enjoy this new segment as I try to plot this story out and get these two idiots to acknowledge there just might be something between them. 

Also special thanks to @codenamewitcher​​ for including the first two parts on Weekly Fanfic Recs. Be sure to go check out the list for a whole bunch of fantastic stories!

Links to Part 1, Part 2 and Part 4

Photo Inspiration: (What I imagine is beneath the armor in this scene...*dreamy sigh*)

There is a distinct silence that can only be found in hyperspace when the stars outside resemble sparkling streaks of silver tinsel and your breath is trapped within your lungs as you’re awestruck by the sheer beauty of it all. You experience this silence aboard the Razor Crest, sitting in the cockpit behind Din as he pilots his beloved gunship. It isn’t the first time you’ve been a passenger, having traveled with Din on two previous ventures where your Cupid services were required on planets far away from your home on Umbriel.

Off-world assignments for you were generally rare since your bosses were more inclined to choose Cupids of higher ranking to handle those clients, but sometimes you were the only available option left. Which, come to think of it, is exactly how you became the one roped into meeting with Death every full moon. Your bosses decided someone needed to check up on him to make sure he wasn’t reaping anyone before their fated time and thus messing with the natural order of things. You privately have reached the conclusion it was a decision made during a fit of paranoia as you had yet to find any evidence suggesting Din ever broke a single one of the universe’s rules, let alone even considered the mere possibility.

When you did travel for assignments, you never stopped feeling like a goldfish being dumped out of your familiar little bowl and into a massive ocean full of strange oddities. You would often find yourself wasting time trying to successfully navigate the unknown world when you should have been focused on tracking down your client’s soulmate.

That’s why Din had offered to start traveling with you. Actually, in his own words it was because, “You think about love so much you don’t see trouble until it’s an inch in front of you. Someone’s got to be there to look after you.”

You’d tried to argue, told him you had never experienced trouble and that if you did then you could handle it with your bow. All Cupid’s were required to master archery for self-defense purposes, though Din’s responding snort of derision made you suspect he wasn’t convinced of your skills. You wondered if he thought, just as humans incorrectly did, a Cupid only used their bow to spread love and lust. Or maybe he just thought you weren’t capable of such finesse. It was an insulting assumption, fueling you with the burning desire to prove him wrong. One day, you keep telling yourself, a repetitive chant. One day you’ll show him just how capable you are with your weapon and you imagine his look of shock, whether worn openly on his face or hidden beneath the visor of his helmet, will be utterly priceless.

But in the meantime, you’re in no hurry to encounter trouble. Finding enjoyment in taking these trips with him on his ship instead.

The Razor Crest had actually been a complete surprise to you when Din first welcomed you on it; primarily because the notion of him using such a primitive form of transportation despite the powers he possessed as Death was too outrageous to wrap your head around. However, it took less than ten minutes soaring through space for you to discover just how many details of the universe you were missing by relying on your Cupid abilities to teleport yourself between locations. Never would you have imagined Death to be the one to teach you to love the slowness of travel, to let your eyes linger on all the beautiful wonders along the way. But that’s exactly what happened.

You turn your head away from the window to look at Din. From your angle, all you glimpse is the back of his helmet, reflecting the passing starlight. Soon you’ll be introducing Din to the first immortal on your list of potential soulmates.

Death, you quickly correct yourself. He’s only Din when he’s around you.

You initially thought he elected to wear his armor because you told him he could to ease his comfort, but now you think it’s because this is him meeting his potential soulmate as himself. It is easy to forget sometimes this is the image of Death—a warrior enshrouded in beskar, cunning and ruthless—that is recognized throughout the universe. And feared.

If the handsome face he concealed was known instead, you wonder if mortals would readily choose to embrace the ending of their lifetime, rather than foolishly seek to run from its inevitability.

“What is it?” Din’s baritone voice startles you as it shatters the quietness. The modulator within his helmet gives his tone a low raspiness that never fails to send a chill down your spine when you hear it.

“Huh?” You respond ineloquently.

“You’ve been staring at the back of my head for the last five minutes, angel. I figured you had something worth saying.”

“Oh, no. I was just thinking about you.”

Immediately you wish a meteor would collide with the ship, providing you with the necessary distraction to escape and find somewhere you can hide until the end of time.

“...What about me were you thinking?” Din wonders after a solid thirty seconds of pure silence, voice somehow conveying an equally blended mixture of intrigue and wariness. He flips on the ship’s autopilot and turns in his seat to pin you with his gaze, apparently unwilling to let you try and weasel yourself out of the conversation.

You roll the question around in your mind, wanting to give an answer that satisfies him without it also embarrassing yourself further.

“I was thinking how much of an enigma you are,” you murmur at last, leaning back in the chair with your arms crossing over your stomach. “You wield such incredible powers and yet you choose to wear a human face, to call this man-made ship your home and to also spend your spare time living amongst those you will eventually reap. Why are these your choices?”

He tilts his head, and you just know there is a little crease of bewilderment appearing between his eyebrows right now even if you can’t see it. For as much as he is a puzzle you can’t put together, he is also at times an open book that you will never tire of reading.

“I would think you, more than most beings, would understand the discomfort that stems from loneliness and the lengths one will go to ease it,” he says, not unkindly. He mirrors your position, maneuvering himself until he’s comfortable in his seat and totally oblivious to the dilating of your pupils as you observe every subtle shift of his armor-clad body. “Isn’t that the true purpose of Cupids? To spare individuals the ache of living a life of solitude by introducing them to someone to love so they no longer feel it.”

“That’s a poetic way of putting it,” you answer, smiling softly and shrugging your shoulders. “My superiors would just quote our mantra back at me when I used to ask. Amor vincit omnia.”

“Love conquers all.”

You shouldn’t be surprised he’s able to translate such an ancient and obscure language, but your eyes widen regardless. “That’s right.”

His voice is unusually soft when he asks, “Do you like being a Cupid?”

You stare at him, caught off guard by how easily he’s changed the topic of the conversation from himself to you. You’re used to taking orders and being thanked for your services, but no one has ever asked you if you liked doing any of it.

“I’m good at it,” you finally say, even though it’s not really an answer.

He nods his head still, as if he understands. A part of you thinks he actually does.

You lick your lips, eyeing him hesitantly. “Do you...like being Death?”

“I’m good at it,” he echoes, but your words sound somber coming from his lips.

The cockpit fills with hushed silence again, but there’s a unique tenderness unlike ever before. Minutes seem to stretch on for entire seasons as you watch one another, content to simply coexist and revel in each other’s presences.

It would be so easy to slip off his helmet and kiss him right now.

You stiffen, stunned at your own thought, but you aren’t given the chance to analyze it further as an alarm on the ship’s control panel announces with a resounding beep you’ve reached your destination.

Din spins in his seat, reclaiming control of the steering to begin the ship’s landing process. You look out the front window at the large green-blue planet drawing nearer with every anxious tick of your heartbeat.

“We’re here,” you say needlessly, forcing excitement into your voice. Fake it till you make it, isn’t that the human expression?

���Who is it we’re meeting on this backwater skug hole?” Din asks, pressing a series of buttons above his head.

You kick the back of his seat. “Be nice,” you scold when he shoots you a look. He mutters something unintelligible under his breath as he turns back around, prompting you to roll your eyes. “She’s a goddess of springtime and motherhood. The locals call her Omera.”

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[spicyvampire]

EVERY MONTH OF 2021 : MOST POPULAR/FAVORITE POSTS

Share your most popular and/or favorite posts from each month of 2021 (it’s okay to skip months)!

I was tagged by @liyazaki & @laowen thank you for tagging me! I might cheat a little and put more than one fav posts cuz usually I like the stuff I make a lot and can’t choose also let’s be real most of these are gonna be MoD/Woh and/or TDJ also sorry this is very long I might have gotten out of hand and also I did not reread this so goodluck

JANUARY : Most popular is “People are gay stevens” [x] which is valid but my favs of that month are “Truly there is a lot of ways to take care of someone” [x] cuz truly hilarious that Tan fell in love with Bunn and started protecting him in his quest of the truth instead of actually scaring him off the quest which is what I’m pretty sure is what Pued asked him to do  and “Honey! where is my gun?!” [x] cuz Bunn is a dumbass why would he do that

FEBRUARY : Most popular “The sandwich saga” [x] of Leverage which is very funny indeed also I’m sure if Hardison asked for a sandwich Eliot would make it for him with a lot of love and my fav is of course a MoD post and it’s my boys coming back from the death in a very surprise bitch u thought u saw the last of me way to talk to Rung [x]

MARCH : Most popular “Sirs??? This is a McDonalds drive-trough??” [x] Shi De and Shu Yi powershifting of failed office sex of forgiveness in the 2nd season of WBL and my fav is “Can I offer you an egg in this trying time?” [x] YMMD’s obsession with eggs was frankly hilarious cuz I’m also kinda obsessed with eggs but that’s a story for another day I guess

APRIL : Most popular is “Red eyeshadow and black eyeline Lao Wen my beloved” [x] rightfully so cuz he is indeed my beloved and my fav post is “Ah Xu is the magic word” [x] very self explanatory from WoH really he is the magic work even for me, but also “This is 90% of their conversation” [x] aka Bunn being bitchy to M their cat and dog relationship is always funny in MoD

MAY : Most popular is “Lao Wen cannot resist his Ah Xu” [x] literally who wouldn’t be weak in front of that face? and my favs are actually very hard to choose cuz during that month I started experimenting with gradients & fonts & colors and started finding who I was as an editmaker (sure I can be funny but sometimes I need to be ready to tap into the emotional state I’m feeling reading a text that I wanna put in an edit and trusting my instincts yadi yada) more than a gifmaker and I’m very proud of most of my first edits my fav is/could be any of those 3 WoH posts [x] [x] [x] or this MoD post [x]

JUNE : Most popular is “Alexander, I’m fine.” [x] the start of the gifing Malec and I can understand it being popular as it is an important scene for their relationship & frankly one of my favs of them because I tend to do what Magnus did in that scene yadi yada self identification & introspection and my favs posts are the 2 WoH pride month posts about Wenzhou’s hate [x] and love [x] languages and again these are a little funny but let’s be real there is emotions hiding in this

JULY : Most popular is “Creative.” [x] Leverage  we love an ot3 being sexy & saving each other and my fav post is “The little love story between xiao Yuzhen’s hand and Leilei’s face” [x] guess we are touching the touch starved part of the winter & pandemic which explains this one there but if u asked me this during summer I’d probably say it’s “Dumbass.gif” [x] xiao Yuzhen exhibiting brainless behavior

AUGUST : Most popular was the confused by thelepathie Kurosawa gifset [x] and my fav is Bunn + my brainrot gifset [x] because it’s truly is just producing all the reaction image of Bunn I wished existed with a mix of old Vines/funny videos and new tumblr/internet sayings truly just my brainrot and frankly what I learned to make gifs for

SEPTEMBER : Most popular is Yohan slamming Gaon into anything and everything [x] I mean huh yeah 👀 😳 and my fav is that very long MoD//TDJ parallel post [x] and Tan’s titties influence [x] (not mines but Tan Wirapong aafvdhfghjgfdf)

OCTOBER : Most popular is Leverage OT3 [x] of course and my fav.. ugh again it’s hard to choose for that month cuz I produced a lot of stuff that I think are good I think it’s the month where I really started to find my identity as a editmaker and leaned more into it also it was my first year anniversary as a gifmaker yadi yada emotions and who u are and so on so it could be any of these 5 posts MoD fav characters the ladies [x] & Halloween post [x] the MoD//WoH//TDJ [x] one which is still my pinned post from TDJ Sunah my beloved [x]

NOVEMBER : Most popular is “When you are in love with an idiot so you gotta baby proof your whole kitchen” [x] don’t think the best way to use ur head is to knock it in stuff mate and my favs well that month was the one that was leading to me saying goodbye to MoD at the end of it after gifing MoD for an entire year and it was kinda emotional for me because I was losing this thing that had been constant in my life for the past year every monday so a lot of my fav edits were emotional (well emotional for me anyways) we have “Start Here” [x] The TGD quote [x] the last one less emotions and more funny but yeah “Fuck it” [x] but even if they aren’t MoD related they were emotional TDJ "Do not fall in love with people like me" [x] which I love dearly

DECEMBER : Most popular is “Get you a man who will kill people for you without hesitation” [x] manslaughter is sometimes a solution and my fav posts is “#HateWins” [x] because it was produced out of horniness and that’s hilarious

Bonus JANUARY 2022 : If for some reasons I don’t do this next year I already know my fav post of this month is “Yok has a lot of skills, some of them are not like the others” [x] I frankly do think I might have peaked on this one like that’s insane I have not loved one of my posts like this in a while I’ve been staring at it for 3 days hence the reason why I’ve self reblogged it like 5 times already I am Narcissus and that gifset is my pond

Tagging : idk who has done this yet or not but @magnusedom @thelaziestmotherfucker @sunsetandthemoon @yohankang @badprophetvx @pran-pat @pavel-chekovs @intricatecakes @mymycorrhizae @punnweir no pressure to do this or put all that explication I put in, I was just feeling very chatty when I started filling up these for some reasons, also this can be gifs/art or text posts really idk why I focus on gifs but anyways that's it bye

[panncakes]

blih ep 11 thoughts; (im actually more positive than i thought lmao i was just cranky)

yu zhens logic being ‘you have been avoiding me for days so i must throw you on the bed so you’ll look at me.’ very on brand with his type of insanity and ineptitude

also him being a Full Child when shi lei says he’s not going to the picnic and demanding he must go or else he himself won’t. if this man ever learns how to speak his mind he’ll be unstoppable probably and never stop claiming leilei as his lmao

amazing that shi lei now throws back yu zhen’s ‘you’re the boss i must be polite to you’ in his dumbass face; pure clown to clown communication

yu zhen should’ve grown a fucking spine and still gone after shi lei like he wanted to but i appreciate that that was his immediate reaction before the ex used professionalism as an excuse to make him stay. i have my frustrations but it does make sense for his character to be manipulated by the demand for professionalism (he truly does care about his and the shop’s image and prospects after all). this also ties in him being dumbfounded when shi lei tells him the ex is good for their workshop; because now he’s put in a position where his needs don’t line up with everybody else and their jobs and he just can’t put himself above that (this man did full on research to make sure it was beneficial enough to make the workshop nickel free because he didn’t want to do that just in his self interest… even though he’s the boss with a severe allergy… fucking dumbass)

there is an alternate universe where the little prince ends up with both the rose and the fox and we get good soft poly rep; it’s not this universe because the ex is a villain and i hate him so i’m glad i don’t have to go through that; but there’s an universe out there where these three dudes get to use their great chemistry for the greater good and it still has the scene of shi lei dreaming about the other two having s*x but in a very different context 😌

i might not like him but it does make sense the ex is likeable and charming when he wants to be; there is a reason yu zhen was so madly in love with him and i’m glad the show takes the time to show us that part of him; even if it is frustrating because all i want is fluff, it is good character work

also the scene between the ex and shi lei is good; it’s important. we have a very big contrast of two men who love yu zhen in their own ways and where the ex is very selfish and focused on himself (yu zhen did everything he has done to get back to me) shi lei is much more focused on yu zhen. it’s also why he so easily dismisses himself because listening to what the ex is saying it could very well appear like he’s right and shi lei is not confident enough to dispute any of it and yet still the ex can’t help but notice how much shi lei cares for yu zhen and it’s again good character work!! it’s just frustrating because there’s only one episode left!! this should’ve happened last episode!!

i like how they both acknowledge and accept each other’s feelings for yu zhen and on rewatch looking at the ex’s face i will not be surprised if this is the moment that will eventually cause him to accept yu zhen has moved on; unless they go full villain route of course and he’s gonna use it as ammo; it’s just interesting to me that the conversation didn’t end with him pushing the idea that yu zhen has feelings with him but ended with him realising the depth of shi leis feelings idk idk what it all means

i like what they are doing; i do; they are a slow paced show focused very much on character over plot; but half of it will be wasted if the final episode needs to be rushed because of it and that’s my main frustration truly (especially because although the side couple is cute, we have had a lot of filler/ad time with them)

gang, my beloved, i hope you get to go apeshit one day ❤️

yu zhen using shi leis name as a mantra to fall asleep??? because he sleeps terribly without him???? pain

see the way shi lei and the ex are makes me wonder if there’s more to the conversation we haven’t seen? did they just decide fine it’s up to yu zhen now? is it fully because shi lei is backing down and the ex is taking advantage of this? if someone would just communicate!!

what if next episode just opens with yu zhen full on decking the ex in the face lmao?

[margoshansons]

The Killing Kind (16/17)

Part Sixteen

MASTERLIST

Summary: Y/N finds her dad in a state he’s never been in before. The two have a conversation regarding family and patching up their differences.

Warnings: Mild swearing. ANGST. 

Notes: The penultimate chapter yay!!! It’s not very action-packed, but neither is the ending of the movie so...This is a lot more Quentin x Y/N focused more than anything and soon our beloved couple will be ripped apart thanks to well...the mid-credits scene.

“You can’t trick me anymore” Peter whispered, wrestling the gun and EDITH from her father. Y/N watched as her dad crumpled, his face hitting the ground with the rest of his body.

“Execute them all!” Peter announced, using EDITH to turn off the drones. Y/N raced forward, her body crashing into Peter’s, holding on tightly and refusing to let go.

The pair turned toward the man who had ruined all of their lives. The man who lay dying on the ground.

“How could you do this?” Peter asked, arms still wrapped around Y/N.

“You see,” Mysterio breathed, “People want to believe. And nowadays...people will believe anything.”

Silence followed his statement. MOvement slowing until…

“Is he?” Y/N asked, not sure she wanted to know the answer.

“All illusions are down” EDITH chirped. 

She collapsed. 

Her hand raised itself to her mouth, sobs wracking her body as she stared at the dead body of her father. His eyes blank and empty, all the crazy gone from them. Saltwater burnt her tongue as she sat on her knees, curling into herself as she mourned the man who abused her.

The man who had raised her. 

The man who was her first love before anyone else.

The man who broke her heart before anyone else could. 

Her body was on fire, not even Peter’s comforting embrace cooling her down. Pain spread like a virus, shutting every cell in her body down and the only thing she could think was My father is dead, my father is dead, my father is dead, my father is dead, my father is dead, my father is dead.

She crawled over, Peter long gone, wanting nothing more than to cradle her dad’s body one last time. To call him Dad without being patronizing, to tell him how much she loved him.

Her hand phased through his body.

Grief turned to anger as she realized what he had done. Her teeth clashed together before parting to release a scream unheard of. It rattled the glass, her fist pounding against the debris-covered floor.

With a start she stood up, hair hanging in sweaty clumps on her face, as her brain lit up with the exact location of Quentin Beck.

The taxi was simple to get. Easy to set up and easy to pay for. Entering the run-down building was harder than she had ever imagined. She grew up here. She was left here. She spent eight wonderful years of her life here before they were uprooted to New York. Before she got her powers.

The door swung open easily, her glare focused on the man in the MoCap suit struggling to sit up on the queen bed.

“You’ll strain yourself” She uttered, moving closer to him on the bed, energy expanding from her fingers. He watched as the daughter he had used and abused almost to death stitched up his wound, using magic he had done nothing but exploit in his lifetime.

“I was wrong” Quentin breathed out, pain lacing his voice, “You’re not useless. You’re amazing.”

Y/N ignored her father’s words, focusing on sewing the layers of muscle back together. “If I had been here any later you would’ve died.” Was all she said.

“Y/N” Quentin begged, asking his daughter to meet his eyes. The eyes that held too much pain for an eighteen-year-old. “I’m trying to tell you that I’m proud of you. Of everything you’ve done.”

“Why now?” she asked, anger seeping out. “Just because I’m healing your wound and have the power to kill you at any moment?”

Quentin shook his head, the gesture causing him to groan in pain. “You--are the best of us. Of everything. You’re so much better than your mother. Than me.”

“You never cared about my mother” Y/N called him out, “Why mention her now?” “Because she would be proud of you” He whispered, “Like me. And if I’m this close to death I want you to know the truth.”

Y/N froze, finally meeting her father’s ice-cold eyes. They weren’t crazy. They weren’t maniacal, they were simply eyes, and they were opening themselves up to her.

“Your mother wasn't from Earth” Quentin confessed, straining, “She never told me where she was from, only that she had something to do while she was here. We bonded over that. Our shared devotion to our purpose in life.”

“You’re lying” Y/N cut him off, voice thick with emotion as tears threatened to escape. 

“For the first time in my life,” Quentin announced, “I’m not.”

He pressed something deep into her palm, his rough hand gently brushing his fingers against the back of her hand. She gazed at the metal Triquetra he had pressed into her hand. It was a pin of some kind.

“She left that behind when she left me,” Quentin admitted, his breathing becoming shallower. “She never loved me. Not in the way I loved her. She just used me for my contacts at Stark Industries, to truly and get closer to the Avengers, I guess her plan failed when she dropped you off at my door. She used me too”

Y/N held back tears that were pooling in her eyes. Her mother wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t. This was just another one of his lies, used to manipulate her into doing his bidding. 

“So you took it out on me?” She asked, ripping her hand from his. “I was a child!”

Years of repressed emotions spilled forth, eyes burning from the tears gathering near the edge. “What did I do wrong?” Y/N’s voice broke, saltwater streaming down her face, “All I ever did was what you asked and you tortured me for it.”

Quentin was silent. 

“Every little girl grows up thinking her father is going to love her above all else” Y/N ranted, chest pained, voice thick with anger. “So why didn’t you love me? Why couldn’t you just do the bare minimum and love me? Was that so much to ask?”

His mouth opened but nothing came out.

She had her answer.

“Was any of it real?” Y/N asked, furrowing her brow, ignoring the sobs she released. Her childhood played across her mind like a home video. “Did you ever love me?”

“Of course,” Quentin protested, groaning as he leaned forward to grasp her hand. “You were my little girl, you were smart, you were...stunning. How could I not love you?”

Y/N pulled her hands away, unable to stomach the thought of this man touching her.

“You were given something I never had. Something that Stark made, something Captain America was given, you were born with something so precious in this world, and your mother gave it to you.” Quentin set his jaw at the thought of the unknown woman, “I was resentful. Of her leaving, of her using me, of you.”

She met his eyes, those vulnerable soft eyes that had once belonged to the man she admired more than anything.

Quentin struggled to move forward. “But I never stopped loving and caring for you. You are and always have been the best thing I’ve made.”

She straightened up, “Is that why you almost killed me?”

“I would’ve never done that” Quentin spat, “The kid forced my hand, your life is the only one I treasure more than my own.”

Y/N scoffed, bitterness pounding through her veins. “Liar.”

“I have lied about so many things” Quentin confessed, “But my love for you is not one of them.”

Y/N turned away, setting her jaw. “I grieved you” She confessed, “The man who had taken everything from me. My pride, my security, my confidence. I looked at your dead body and grieved because, despite everything you did to me, I never wanted you dead.”

She whipped around, meeting his gaze once again. “Looks like you’re not the only one who can’t kill a family member.” 

She traced her father with a glyph, keeping him in place while she tied his hands back. He was real. That much she knew. The glyph faded and silence filled the air between the estranged relatives during the long elevator ride down.

SHIELD was eager to get their filthy hands on the man beside her. The agent with an eyepatch handed her a paper business card.

“You need anything, call us” He instructed.

All Quentin could do was stare at his only living relative. “You’re going to regret this.”

“I don’t need your validation anymore” She spat. “I don’t need you anymore. I may be related to you biologically, but you stopped being my father a long time ago.”

Quentin stared at his daughter as he was cuffed, his eyes still in the vulnerable state she had found them in. 

The two Becks could only stare at each other, watching as the last piece of their bizarre family fell apart.

Ugh, my heart, that HURTED! But in all honesty, I think this is one of my favorite chapters in the series, especially with that reveal at the end (special shoutout to those who can figure it out). Also, the magic system is weird, but I just went with it. I figured it was similar to Scarlet Witch but with a touch of aliens.

Thank you for your feedback and please like, reblog, and comment cause it makes my heart very happy!

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[mangofruitsposts]

My idol leilei beloved 🤗☺️😍💚💐

[spider-bih]

Ugh P.5.5 [Peter Parker] [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, more angst, mentions of pain etc

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Also- I’m an evil asshole I know. This bit is a little short and is mostly in Peter’s P.O.V c; Also- I’ve hit 300 followers! What should I do?

Part 5, Start from the beginning, Masterlist

Imagine growing up in a world where everyone has a soulmate- everyone is meant to be with someone. Imagine getting to watch everyone around you figure out what their tie is to their soulmate. Tattoos, timers, and red strings were the most popular, but they weren’t the only ones. There were others like, seeing in black and white until you meet your soulmate or seeing only their favorite color- these ones that made it harder to find your soulmate. Imagine having none of these for all of your life. No string, no tattoo, nothing. Then someone mentions the pain tie- the rarest of all the soulmate ties. Imagine hoping to whoever might be up there that you had this tie- that you had something- someone. Imagine trying so hard to look for signs- doing subtle things like hitting your toe somewhere or being risky in hopes the injury you get might cause your soulmate to strike back.

Imagine nothing happening- being told that the only way to know if this tie was yours is if you felt some immense pain you know you didn’t cause. It doesn’t matter how old or young you are- just imagine it. Imagine feeling this alone- imagine seeing the sad numb faces of people around you with no tie to anyone. Now, imagine you thinking that that would be your life. That you’d never have a love like you saw in some couples on the streets or on TV.

For a moment, imagine being Peter.

For fifteen- damn near sixteen years- his entire life- he thought he was going to be alone. Then one day- out of the blue, he feels something. An intense burning on his tongue and throat- it shocks him so bad he damn near falls. Was that it- was that the sign? He hoped it was- but he has no time to dwell on it. He’s swinging around and someone throws something his way. His web snaps and he’s falling, chest scraping on the floor- something else is thrown at him- it’s heavy and hard and it damn near crushes his leg- but he can’t think about that. He hears a shrill cry from afar and despite the ache in his leg, he has to get up to help. So he does- he does and you’re there, huddled up in a ball. He feels something- but he doesn’t know what yet. He asks if you’re alright.

“Uh- yeah. I just- my soulmates uh- he’s stupid and uhm- I don’t need help. I’m- I’m good.“, you tell him and his heart stops. His whole world stops- no- you couldn’t be-

“Oh- you have that kinda tie too? I mean- you sure you’re not hurt?“, he asks. He wants you to answer the first question- but that would be crazy. His luck couldn’t be that great, right?

You ask him if he’s okay then, and he just brushes it off, letting it slip that his soulmate hurt him as well. Something flashes in your eyes and hope flutters in his heart. He doesn’t even know you- not yet- but he just wants a soulmate so badly. He wants to know that he’ll have a love like his Aunt and Uncle had- he wants to be that happy- wants to grow old with somebody. He wants to be loved. 

You punch the wall- he’s shocked. He’s shocked because why would you do that? Because oh god he feels the pain. He feels it- he feels you.

“You..”, you murmured. He repeats your word and then you’re throwing something at him- then you’re yelling and at last you’re running. You’re running from him- and there goes his luck. Of course his soulmate would be like this- of course you’d run from him.

Of course you didn’t want him.

Yes- he’d heard you. You shattered his heart into tiny little pieces- you didn’t want him- and you said so, but he acted like he couldn’t hear. It wouldn’t count if he hadn’t heard, right? Maybe you’d change your mind- maybe you wouldn’t break him like this. Maybe he wouldn’t go the rest of his life thinking he was a mistake. He’d already thought so before he met you- and now he would think it even more after you left him. He’d been picked on for his lack of a soulmate- for his scrawny body and nerdy type ways. Society poked and prodded at him- breaking his self-esteem with each and every push and shove. As they happened- as the mean words were slung his way, he didn’t think much of them. They didn’t hurt as bad- but now that he thought of it, now that he felt all of them piled up all at once- it hurt. Your words- they hurt. Why didn’t you want him? There had to be more to it than just his alter-ego. He was scared of putting those he loved in danger too- but he had to do it. He was given these powers for a reason. They gave him abilities he could only dream of- but he never dreamed they’d make his soulmate not want him.

Was that the price of this life? The loss of you?

How cruel of the universe. Hadn’t he paid his price already? Was his beloved Uncles life not enough?

He guessed not- maybe he deserved this. Maybe this was his karma for letting his Uncle die- for letting his Aunt lose her world. Maybe just maybe.

He deserved this- he deserved that hard hit to his chest. He deserved to have the wind knocked out of him- to have that blade slash through his side and make him bleed out. He deserved to fall and crash into an empty alleyway- but did you? No- you didn’t, and that was probably why you didn’t want him. You didn’t deserve to feel his pain, did you? No. You didn’t deserve this ache- and yet he was reaching for you anyway. Just his luck- he crashed right next to you, a copper taste filling his mouth as his fingers reached for you, tugging the fabric of your shirt. You started screaming again and he found himself smiling bitterly beneath his mask. Was that all he was good for? Hurting you?

Then it hit him. You were right.

You weren’t meant for this life- you were just unfortunately thrown into it. You were part of his karma. He didn’t deserve you- but he deserved to lose you. That’s what you were meant for, right? He was meant to think you didn’t exist for sometime, and then just suddenly meet you. He was meant to feel such immense hope- and then have it be broken by you. You weren’t meant to be with him or love him.

You were meant to break him- and so you did.

“God- you idiot.”, you whispered, pulling him further into the alley, and that was all he heard before darkness consumed him.

Part 6

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[rafaelthompson]

The Emotions Behind Our Beloved Coffee Mugs

We explore the sentiment and attachment associated with coffee mugs.

BY YKER VALERIO SPECIAL TO BARISTA MAGAZINE ONLINE

Cover photo by Meg Boulden for Unsplash

Few emotions are as shared and personal as the love for our favorite objects. Coffee mugs are among them—they are much more than a vessel to us.

According to a recent study, coffee mugs and cups can alter the way we perceive coffee taste and aroma. The implications for coffee professionals and business owners are clear: Coffee mugs and cups can play a significant role in customers’ decisions. But, is that it?

Mugs can change the way you see a drink. Photo by Coffee With Joshua.

Finding Ourselves in a Mug

Christian Wheeler is a consumer behavior expert and professor at Stanford University. Recently, Christian and his team published a study about objects and self-identity.

According to Christian, “It’s reasonable to think that coffee mugs can evoke the comfort and energy we feel when drinking coffee.” Coffee drinking can be very ritualistic, and for many, these habits hold special significance.

By mere association and routine, we can develop a positive relationship with our coffee mugs as we feel consistently better after drinking coffee every day, according to Christian.

Beyond this relatively mechanistic and powerful process, we build our identity around certain objects. Like any object, we want mugs to be functional, but as they’re part of our daily rituals, they can easily become valuable to us and a part of ourselves. Almost literally.

For instance, our favorite mug can be a memento from a loved grandparent who passed away. In this case, there is almost nothing we can do to design or create something similar. “It is what Philip Tetlock calls a taboo trade-off; people wouldn’t sell such a significant object at any price,” says Christian.

On the other hand, objects don’t need to have such a personal story behind them to be meaningful. They can work as identity signals we share with other members of a social group, a community, or a country.

Beautiful, Like Me

Claudia Townsend, from the University of Miami, has found that product aesthetics play a role in the way we feel about ourselves, not only the value we perceive in these products.

Interestingly, in comparison to brand, function, and hedonics, Claudia’s study suggests that only aesthetics exert an influence on consumers’ personal values.

Unsurprisingly, a beautiful coffee mug is more appealing than a regular one, and consumers will be generally more likely to pay more for them. What is really eye-opening about her study is that aesthetic objects can make us feel better about ourselves, reinforcing positive aspects of our identities.

Putting it simply, we feel that part of that beauty is a reflection or an extension of ourselves.

My Coffee Mug Is My Superpower

Curiously enough, objects like coffee mugs can boost our confidence and, therefore, our performance. In another study, Christian researched this phenomenon with his colleague at Stanford, Baba Shiv, and Leilei Gao, from the Chinese University of Hong Kong.

They found that when our sense of identity falters, we choose products that bolster our original self-perception. For instance, if someone who perceives herself as creative starts to have doubts about it, she will be motivated to choose products that reinforce her previous self-perception as a creative person.

Confidence and the way we perceive ourselves are important for performance at study and work. Currently, hundreds of studies have supported this relationship, after Albert Bandura developed the self-efficacy theory.

Further research has shown consistently over the past few decades that if we believe that we can do something, it’s more likely that we will actually do it.

Mugs provide us with superpowers through aesthetics, meaning, and functionality. Photo by Chad Madden for Unsplash.

Implications for Coffee Professionals and Businesses

Creating coffee experiences that reinforce positive aspects of identity through aesthetics, meaning, and functionality can sound overly ambitious. Yet, unintentionally, a humble mug with a cryptic joke printed on it can do something similar.

Can we design thinking about identity and personal values? It would be interesting to explore venues to build a stronger sense of belonging around different objects in coffee businesses—not only coffee mugs, but the packaging, furniture, and even café decor too, for instance.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR Yker Valerio (he/him) is a freelance content creator. After more than 10 years of working as a management consultant, he started his blog Bon Vivant Caffè to share his passion for specialty coffee.

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[trickstarbrave]

NEREVAR HAS LANDED IN SKYRIM RIIJU-LEI LAUGHED BECAUSE HIS HEART WAS CLOSE BY THEY JUST MISSED EACH OTHER NEREVAR IS LOOKING FOR HIS VORYN LEILEI DOESNT EVEN KNOW BUT HIS HEART IS COMING FOR HIM

[trickstarbrave]

writing up more of this silly little idea bc i guess i like torturing nerevar

Riiju-lei and Shamat from @mulberrycafe

Nerevar sighed, slumped against the wall. It seemed Kaidan and Shamat were done having ‘fun’ upstairs, the creaking of the bed finally stopping. It was uncomfortable to say the least; Nerevar quickly came to terms with the fact Shamat wasn’t Riiju-lei, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t strange hearing someone that sounded so much like his husband having sex with and moaning out the name of another man. It made him feel uncomfortable a little nauseous.

Lucien and Inigo were taking turns watching him this time, talking quietly while Lucien struggled to stay awake. They were pretty lax all things considered. Nerevar had heard extensively what this world’s version of him was up to and he wasn’t happy about it at all. But given he hadn’t fought his bonds or done anything in particular, there wasn’t a need to hold a blade to his throat every waking hour.

He slumped his head forward, nuzzling into the scarf wrapped around his neck and shoulders, breathing in the scent. He missed Riiju-lei terribly, and he knew the other must be panicked wondering what could have happened to him. He didn’t know what effect he might have being so far away; did Leilei feel hollow without him again? Or did the pain of missing Nerevar now that he knew what it was like to laugh and smile with pure joy hurt him more than words could describe. He gave a shaky sigh, trying to pretend his arms weren’t bound and that he was instead embracing his chimer husband, holding him gently while the two of them fell asleep.

Seeing the hortator seemingly digging around in his scarf though, Inigo raised a brow, patting Lucien’s arm and motioning toward Nerevar. Lucien also raised an eyebrow, before the two approached.

“I do hope for your sake you aren’t hiding anything in there.” Inigo remarked.

“Honestly, he’s been a bit too well behaved for my comfort. I’m starting to get anxious.” Lucien shuddered. “He hasn’t even gone on a long tirade or demanded to see Shamat or anything! I can’t help but feel like he’s planning something...”

“Let me just see what you have in there.” Inigo hesitantly reached for the scarf, and Nerevar felt his anxiety spike.

“Don’t take that!” He suddenly shouted. He hadn’t raised his voice since he got here, trying hard not to make everyone more nervous than they already were, but he couldn’t just sit back and let them take it from him. “I-it’s from Leilei... He gave it to me.” Nerevar buried his nose in it once more. “It smells like him, like the chill and snowberries of Windhelm and lavender in Whiterun...” He could practically trace Leilei’s journey through the scarf, all the little scents the fabric had picked up in Riiju-lei’s life, all of the places he made a home. He could imagine the happy laughter of children if he tried hard enough, and could almost feel Riiju-lei’s arms around him. “Please, don’t take it...” His voice cracked slightly as he bit back tears.

He could survive this if he had the scarf. He could live through the anxiety and uncertainty that he’d ever return home so long as he had the fabric keeping him going and reminding him of his beloved. But if he lost that--lost the comfort of the soft fabric and the scent that grounded him--he didn’t know what he’d do.

Lucien and Inigo looked at each other, before Inigo sighed, his ears going back.

“Alright. but I am watching you, understand?”

“You sure that is a good idea old Indigo?” Lucien asked, using a playful nickname.

“So far he hasn’t made any sudden moves.” Inigo replied as he went back to his seat. “I would also feel bad just ripping things away from a prisoner because I can.” Lucien still looked at Nerevar anxiously, taking in the way tears shined in his eyes and the sadness deep within them. It was possible the hortator was acting, lying and manipulating to get their sympathy, but even Lucien felt like it would be cruel to take that from him.

“... Hopefully Kaidan won’t be too upset about it...”

[wellthebardsdead]

The mourned & the heretics pt12

Part 11 here

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Kaidan: So there gone for good then yeah? No more unexpected and unwanted surprises?

Divayth Fyr: *walking with the group back to the city gates, everything in Mournhold proceeding as usual once again* I can’t be sure. From experiences, things in that mountain have a hard time of staying dead. However I believe, the heart will have taken its power back from vivec and Alma, and they themselves can choose to either ascend, or if the gods are stupid enough, allow them to reincarnate.

Taliesin: So, no more nightmares for our LeiLei?… no more pain?

Divayth Fyr: *chuckles* Nightmares? No, pain? Given how fearlessly he runs to the aid of others. It’s a definite. But, to feel pain is to be alive, and a heart that hurts is a heart that’s loved. *looks up to his silt strider as it ignores the giant platform and scrunches down for him* Good boy, thank you, in my old age you’d be daft thinking I’d climb up all those stairs. *climbs into the silt striders carapace and taps one of the nerves making it rise up* Farewell for now my friends! I shall return for the wedding and we can travel to my abode together! *waves down to them as the silt strider stands tall before suddenly taking off in a gallop that has Kaidans stomach flipping just imagining riding it*

Lucien: *smiles watching them leave before looking at the other two* …Where were sero and inigo when all of this was going down?

*Meanwhile over at the flaming nix*

Everyone in the inn: CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!

Inigo & Sero: *out drinking any dunmer willing to challenge them*

*Meanwhile back at the temple*

Riiju-Lei: *dressed comfortably after a long bath and an evening of doting over his future husband, walks into his and nerevars room holding a bowl of water and a cloth, smiles seeing his Hortator resting so peacefully despite his wounds*

Nerevar: *blinks open his eyes and smiles tiredly at his beloved, voice a little raspy from the pain* LeiLei…

Riiju-Lei: *walks to him and sets the bowl down before giving him a gentle kiss as he undoes the bandages so he can tend to his wound* my moon and star.

Nerevar: *smiles adoringly up at him before wincing ever so slightly as the air hits the tender and sore skin* how does it look?…

Riiju-Lei: *inspects it before ringing out the cloth to apply some of the salt water* It’s healing well, it’s a good thing the worst you got was a couple broken ribs, Divayth was able to put you back together very well. Now it’s the the recovery we just have to tend to- *gently blots the cloth onto him earning a groan from the Hortator as he shifts in discomfort* I’m sorry my love.

Nerevar: *shifts and sighs* don’t apologise my dreamer. You’ve nothing to be sorry for. I’m the luckiest man in all of tambriel to have you caring for me, *looks up at him again and sighs unable to stop smiling* my voryn, my LeiLei.

Riiju-Lei: *giggles a little and leans down kissing him again* can you manage to sit up for me so I can clean the other side?

Nerevar: *lips inches from his wanting to kiss him more* yes, can you help me up?…

Riiju-Lei: of course… *kisses him again, holding him in his embrace for just a moment longer before pulling away and helping him sit up*

Nerevar: *grunts and adjusts himself letting Riiju tend to him* how are things adjusting?…

Riiju-Lei: Divayth Fyr and Ferasie Sadras are looking into appointing a new head of house Dres however they wish to put it to you if they should or if house dres should be removed from the council entire-

Nerevar: remove it. At once… All of their lands and assets will be handed over to house dagoth and indoril.

Riiju-Lei: I- you- you’re giving them- to my house?

Nerevar: yes. You saved us all LeiLei… azura only knows what vivec and Alma were planning. Giving house dagoth governance over our agriculture will be a huge step for your house. And will how many who’ve answered our missives, there will be plenty of them at our wedding wishing to greet you, this is something you can bless them with.

Riiju-Lei: I… I do not want your lands though, they should-

Nerevar: *takes his hand gently in his and brings it to his lips kissing it* I know… you want nothing from me or of me except for me as I am and my love… and I adore you for it… so please Riiju-lei, let me honour your house with this gift, let me give you this to give to your people. Let them walk into this temple with their heads held high.

Riiju-Lei: My nerevar, I-oh- Gods- *tears up slightly and dries his eyes quickly* D-don’t get me emotional the maids spent hours painting these markings- if I cry I’ll ruin their work.

Nerevar: well then, *leans over playfully to give him a flirty kiss* allow me to ruin it for y-Agh! *winces in pain as he pulls his stitches*

Riiju-Lei: a-and that’s what you get for being cheeky! *continues cleaning him*

Nerevar: *chuckles and leans onto him* speaking of house dres… any news on-

Riiju-Lei: No sign of him. He was going by the new ‘godly’ title of Dres Seht before he ran off after I killed Vivec. Hes not a threat though, house redoran kindly doubled security and we gave patrols down in the sewers now as well. He’s either fled the city or, maybe sotha sil spat him out somewhere else far away from us.

Nerevar: either way, he’s not here… that’s all that matters.

Riiju-Lei: *nods* oh. And… before I forget.

Nerevar: What?

Riiju-Lei: I have something for you. *gently bandages him back up and lays him down before walking to his belongings* I kept forgetting about it until I communed with Azura and prayed she’d heal you- *pulls out the star of Azura* I thought. You’d like to have it.

Nerevar: *eyes widening* where did you?

Riiju-Lei: I got it a long time ago but never used it, I was raised worshipping the divines and didn’t know of its importance. But now knowing you, and her connection to you… I thought I’d give it to you as an early wedding present- *gently lays the star on his chest and jumps a little as it glows a brilliant white before fading with a flash* oh- I-is it supposed to- *lifts it up then pulls the bandage down to see the wound healed and scarred over*

Nerevar: *looks down at it surprised then up at him again* …

Riiju-Lei: well the-

Nerevar: Finally! *sits upright and pulls him onto the bed kissing him deeply, finally able to hold him again properly*

[wellthebardsdead]

The mourned & the healing final pt 2

Final Part 1 here

———

Riiju-Lei: *seated next to nerevar as the house heads officiate the wedding, reciting the hymns to the good daedra and honouring them with the blessings of their ancestors, all the while trying desperately to keep his attention focused on them, when all he wants to do is turn and look at his beloved seated next to him*

Nerevar: *wearing his golden helm as his ceremonial mask, moves to turn his head to look at LeiLei yet again only for the councillor behind him to turn his head head back to the ceremony as a soft reprimand making both him and Riiju-lei giggle like children*

Divayth Fyr: *reciting the final vows of union as he ties their hands together at the wrist, smiling as he watches how seamlessly the two chimer embrace each others fingers in a tight, loving grasp, something neither Nerevar nor Almalexia could bring themselves to do in the day of their union* And with this bond may now the moon and stars live peacefully among the night sky that is the house of shadow, and may the house of music sing for all to hear, melodies of love, and of triumphs to come, for with this union, a new era may dawn. Blessings of the good daedra upon you both, and upon all who witness now, the unification of Two lovers, once lost, now found, both once another, and now as one.

Everyone: *seated in tense silence*

Riiju-Lei: *smiles and removes his mask setting it in his lap, unable to even wait for nerevar to remove his helmet on his own and instead takes it off himself pulling him into a kiss making the temple erupt into cheers*

Team dragonborn: *all stand up hugging each other and cheering the loudest to be heard over the crowd*

Nerevar: *surprised for only a moment before embracing his beloved, his voryn, his leilei, deepening the kiss as he pulls him in closer before pulling back remembering his duties for just a moment* Let the celebration begin!! *stands and pulls Riiju-lei into his arms to carry him out over the threshold, leaving their masks beneath the marital arch for all to remember this moment by as the party begins, and they take off to consummate their union…*

*a few moments later*

Riiju-Lei: *ears picking up the distant sounds of celebration as the party kicks up as nerevar closes the doors to their marital chamber and lays him down on the bed* my love, we’re married, we’re really married. *smiles up at him with a soft love filled gasp* I’m your husband.

Nerevar: *grinning down at him with immense happiness in his heart* and I’m yours. *looks to the sash still binding their hands together* we’re not allowed to remove it until we’ve consummated.

Riiju-Lei: *giggles up at him* you’ve seen how flexible I am, I can work with this~

Nerevar: *laughs and leans down, kissing him deeply and stroking his hair from his face* I know my love, and even then you never fail to surprise me with how incredible your body is~

Riiju-Lei: I’m glad I can continue to keep you on your toes~ *sighs lovingly up at him as he strokes his cheek* …Do you remember your wedding to Almalexia?…

Nerevar: I?… why are you bringing it up?…

Riiju-Lei: because voryn wasn’t there… was he.

Nerevar: I… no… he wasn’t… why?…

Riiju-Lei: because it broke his heart seeing you marry somebody else… he cried by your tree near the river… our tree… but now…

Nerevar: … *suddenly lifts him up and carries him from the room*

Riiju-Lei: n-nerevar? M-my love what are you-

Nerevar: *carries him from the temple and into the empty streets of Mournhold, the entire city inside celebrating their marriage* a room in the temple is not where I wish to first bed you as my husband. *holds him close as he reaches the bridge, and their little tucked away spot by the river, and their tree* here, I want to have you here.

Riiju-Lei: *face bright red, flattered by the sentiment but very shy at the idea of doing it outside* O-oh~

*a few hours later*

Nerevar: *armour in a neat pile beside his and Riiju-Lei’s clothes, now resting on his back staring up at the stars, the sky now clear of ash and smoke for the first time in so long* that… that was incredible-

Riiju-Lei: *resting his head on the other chimers chest, grass in his hair and his heavy marital robe covering them like a blanket* you’re incredible I-… I don’t think I can feel my legs after that-

Nerevar: *smiles and kisses his hair, rubbing his fingers through it* I’ll carry you inside darling, We’ll get cleaned up and join in the party… *holds up his wrist still tied to his* how on nirn you got our clothes off without untying this I’ll never know.

Riiju-Lei: *giggles* I told you~ I’m flexible. *nuzzles against him and sighs* can we just, lay here for a moment more though please?… or forever?…

Nerevar: *smiles rubbing his back, his heart feeling full, and his mind, finally at peace* yeah my love… forever, sounds good.

[littlemisspascal]

Pedro Pascal Characters as Element Benders

This has probably been done before, but I watched an episode of ATLA earlier and thought wow, I wonder what Pedro’s characters would be and thus this was written in about 15 minutes. It’s probably not very good cuz it’s so rushed, but read on if you want to see my headcanons for the boys.

Also if anyone out there wants to come up with their own versions, I’d love to see what you imagine ❤

Javier - firebender, definitely. I mean, the guy smokes more than any other character I’ve seen on tv and I love the mental image of him lighting a cigarette using his own hands. His anger, too, at the corruption of the government I imagine as a fire constantly burning away inside of him, making his skin warm to the touch and his snappy retorts scorch the ears of anyone who gets on his bad side.

Max -- waterbender only because he’d totally master bloodbending through it. He’s a vampire so of course blood has to factor in somewhere. His bending skills in combination with his hypnotism ability means he’d essentially be the most dangerous predator in the whole office building, inflating his arrogance beyond measure in the process.

Whiskey - waterbender because if Katara can use a water whip then Whiskey would definitely make use of one too. Enemies would think he carries a flask full of alcohol, but it’s really full of H2O ready to unleash upon them as a powerful wave. 

Pero - I really feel like he’d be an earthbender. I just picture him grumpily stomping the ground whenever William pisses him off (which is often) and sending a wall of rock directly at the Irish man’s face. Or if he gets really stubborn then he’ll just build himself a little rock fortress to block out the rest of the world and give him a minute of solace so he can pretend aliens don’t exist.

Oberyn - firebender, no questions asked. I mean, I don’t know much about GOT but I know Oberyn constantly wears a yellow robe with suns on it, plus I’ve seen a lot of interviews where Pedro talks about the prince’s passionate personality makes him impulsive. All those characteristics to me scream firebender and wouldn’t it have been awesome if during his final fight he actually breathed fire?!

Marcus P - this sweetheart is totally an airbender. He just seems like such a tenderhearted man and wants to help anyone in need whether that be sending them a cool breeze in the middle of a hot summer day or helping get a child’s kite down from a tree with one well-aimed current. Aesthetically I imagine his hair always looking fluffy and windblown, making his lover want to run their hands through his hair all hours of the day and he’d love every second of it.

Maxwell - earthbender. It’s canon he has a passion for gemology and an interest in oil and I mean, he literally becomes the dreamstone (sorry, spoilers) so in my mind it stands to reason he’d be a pretty good earthbender. Another spoiler (sorry) from the movie is that scene where the giant wall rises out of nowhere and blocks off the city? Imagine Maxwell doing it because that rich oil man pissed him off with his condescending personality. Everyone would know to never make a joke out of Maxwell Lord ever again.

Marcus M - airbender. I mean, the movie doesn’t really show what Marcus’ powers are precisely other than apparently he’s got a pair of katanas, so I think it’d be cool if instead of just having a really strong bond with a pair of weapons, he bends air to send them flying into his hands. Also that scene where he leaps at the alien and gets captured? It was a super high jump so I could totally see him using his airbending to help give him a boost. (I got nothing in this headcanon to explain why he uses the little droid to fly around though, so let’s just pretend that doesn’t exist).

Ezra - of course he’s an earthbender. Just like Maxwell, it’s canon this guy has a passion for digging stuff out of the ground and becoming rich off of it. I imagine it’d be a little hard for him to relearn how to bend with only one arm after the events of the movie, but maybe he could use his feet like Toph does and master a form of bending unlike any other seen before. He would also use his massive vocabulary and honey-sweet tongue to confuse/charm competing prospectors right before he makes the ground disappear beneath them. 

Din - I thought long and hard about this one and I kept coming back to earthbending only because the Mandalorians would teach him to learn metalbending through it. He would use it to get dents out of his armor as well as fix his beloved Razor Crest, but without a doubt the most important thing he’d use his bending for would be to play catch with Grogu and the little metal ball. The cuteness would kill all of us. 

Frankie - I see him as an airbender. He’s a pilot at heart, loves to soar above the earth through the clouds. When he was a kid, he definitely had one of those gliders like Aang does in the show and showed off to Santi just how high he could fly (I totally believe him and Santi were childhood friends, you can’t change my mind). There is nothing he loves more than the breeze ruffling his hair and occasionally using his airbending against the boys when they’re misbehaving by sending their hats flying off their heads. 

Dave - this murder-loving suburban dad is a firebender. He’s the type to burn at a low simmer, deceiving those around him by thinking he’s calm and collected, but he’ll burn you to ash the second you tick him off or get in the way of his plans. It also would explain why he lost so badly at the end of the movie because the torrential rain would weaken even the strongest of firebenders. 

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