#Shan's headcanons

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Dabi is absolutely the one who gets flustered the more in the relationship with Tomura, because Tomura is cured of anything cringe and Dabi can be way too focused on what others think of him.

Have you seen how Tomura talks? He's a cheesy guy. He doesn't care. For all he shames others for being lame, he's a total loser and wouldn't change.

Meanwhile Dabi has his own persona meticulously planned and runs from anything that makes him look bad in public dkjfkfnfnfn

[madwomansapologist]

living as shan yu's prisioner/bride would include

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synopsis: After the initial fear and distrust, you undertood that you only had one choice: adapt. And, going against everything you knew about yourself and the world, you discovered that it weren't that hard. That Shan Yu wasn't that horrible.

warnings: female!reader. shan yu (that's my wife. yeah, i decided that 30 seconds after meeting her. she's my soulmate, idiot) x reader (slow down, big boy, i have standarts. oh. you gave me a horse. you're kinda of reaching them). mentruation because i'm a whore for domesticity in moments of vulnerability. violence. not that dark. it's kinda about the first steps of falling in love when your logic says you're not supossed to. in this house we hate the misogynist version of Shan Yu in Mulan (2020).

note: that happened right before the end of this. hope y'all like it!

• You felt guilty. So dirty. How could you feel that way about it? But it didn't matter how many times you told yourself that you shouldn't feel that way, you did it anyway. A heart feels whatever it wants. And yours feel free.

• That's something special about feeling the air against your body, the speed of your horse, the world moving on with you. Not despise you, not without, but with you. And it felt so good. Like it was supossed to be that way.

• When Shan Yu gave you a sorrel, he knew you wouldn't try to run away. Quickly after meeting him you knew you couldn't. It would be impossible for you to escape the Huns. And even if you did: then what would you do? Who would be able to help you? You knew that you couldn't, but Shan Yu also didn't gave you a reason to try.

• Yes, he kidnapped you. That is reason enough for you to at least try. But Shan Yu said he would make you his Empress. Endless times. He talked about how you'll reign beside him. You have classes about war, history, economy. The other Huns treat you like you had spend your lifetime with them. He'll make you his Empress. If he win the war, of course. And he promissed that you'll see your family again after the war.

• Shan Yu made clear that he wants your heart. He won't touch you, not without your consent first, but you're his bride. He made sure everyone knew that. You're his. His bride, his future wife, his mate. You don't know how anyone could fall in love that quickly. You believe him, Shan Yu have no reason to lie, you just don't get it. It may be that easy to him, but it isn't for you.

• You would never chose to be close to him if things were normal. The leader of the Hun army, an enemy of the Emperor, his fame precedes him. But things aren't normal, are they? You don't love Shan Yu, but you certainly don't hate him. And sometimes you think that he would be nice as a friend. Someone that would be easy to be around.

You were freaking out. You woke up in pain, and it took you a second to figure out what was that warm feeling in between your tights. Tears were rolling down your face when Shan Yu suddenly moved on his bed.

"Are you hurt?" You don't know how he did it that quickly, but when you looked at him Shan Yu had his sword on his hand. That man was ready to kill someone. The moonlit made it easy for you to see him, which means he could also see you. That made you feel so embarrassed. "Why are you crying?"

"Look away!" You shouted. Shan Yu almost did as you demanded, but he couldn't just ignore your tears. You tried to grab the bed sheets, but your sleep weaked your movements. "Just go back to your bed and leave me alone."

Shan Yu approached, and then he understood. He's experienced in the battlefield. Shan Yu would be able to recognized blood even if blind. "I will prepare a bath for you. It will help cease the pain."

"Stop", you could feel your body getting so warm. "Just leave me alone. I'm embarrassed enough."

Shan Yu sighed. "Embarrassed of what?" You pointed to the sheets. "Do you think that's the first time I see blood? Are you afraid I will faint?"

That made you chuckle. "No."

"I will prepare a bath for you." Shan Yu walked towards the bathroom. "Just sit down and wait."

That's what you did.

• Shan Yu isn't violent. Not to you. You fought his men, screamed at him, called him a liar: he never reacted. And he can be somehow kind when he wants to. You can sense that he's always checking if everything is okay with you. And he can be fun. In a weird, little bit off, kinda of way.

• Like how Shan Yu knows when he's better than someone and just let them dig their own graves. It isn't him being patient, coward or anything else: this is Shan Yu having fun. He likes the chase. You heard countless people calling him a monster, but you disagree. He's a predator.

• Fun. In a way that you don't really understand. And you would never say this out loud, not even under torture, but you feel that life would be easier with him. Or at least it wouldn't be the worst thing ever to stay beside him.

• Shan Yu isn't violent, has a good sense of humor, somehow respects you. Money would never be a problem. Even during a war, Shan Yu gave you clothes to fill countless wardrobes. And with him you're safe. You knew his fame, and now you know it fits him.

• It's nice to not worry about marriage. There is no family talking about how you should've already married to someone. There is no such a thing as spending sleepless nights thinking about what would happen to you if your father die before you can find someone. You don't worry about this anymore.

• So, yeah, somehow you enjoy that situation. Not love, and you certainly didn't dream with having that type of life, but you found yourself enjoying your time with the Huns. Your time with Shan Yu.

"You know that you don't need to run everytime, do you?" Shan Yu asked, scaring you. You didn't expect him to be behind you. You didn't even heard him approaching. Before looking at his direction, you could see that constant smirk on his face. "Horses are able to trot."

As usual, when you got the chance you ran with your sorrel, you did it. Feeling the air against you, a type of freedom you never experienced before. Exhausted, you waited for them to reach you.

For him to reach you.

Shan Yu grabbed your sorrel's rein, guiding him. You let him do it. Your body was already tired. Unlike him, you're not accustomed to ride for so long. And you could go to your carriage, Shan Yu wouldn't said no to you, but you know why he gave you that sorrel.

Before his gift, he led the army mounted on his horse while you stayed inside the carriage. Now, you can ride with him if you want to.

"Maybe I'm trying to runaway," if you know him well enough to understand the way his humor works, then he better understand yours. "Smarten up, big boy."

But you think there is another reason for that present. A thing that you noticed a while ago. The way he lighten up when someone mentions that you can fight. Or when you share your opinion, regardless if it's what he wants to hear. Shan Yu likes to see you fearless. He likes when you talk back. When you make sure everyone heard what you have to say.

"It's a joke," you told him. "I'm not planning on running away."

"Why?" Shan Yu said so calmly, but you could hear it was a honest doubt.

You also thought about it before. Why didn't you run away? Okay, using your logic you understood it wouldn't work out, but somethings aren't about logic. Humans don't usually do things only because of logic. Why your emotions didn't made you try everything you could? Why didn't you at least tried to runaway from him?

"I hope to never see a matchmaker again."

That made Shan Tu buffaw. "Alright," he nodded with his head. "It's a promise: you'll never see a matchmaker again in your life."

"Watch out," you smiled at him. "I may fall for your pretty promises."

"I'm counting on it."

• Things weren't perfect. Of course they weren't. But that feast was the last straw. There are some lines Shan Yu can't cross without you reacting. There are things that not even your logic can ignore. Things that made your heart decide to act. And of course it included him being violent. You should've know.

• All night long, you could feel his eyes on you. Those yellow eyes, following your steps like if you were a prey, would never go unnotice by you. Not even the loud music of the feast, the amounts of alcohol you drank, the way your feet were already aching because you danced for so long: you could feel Shan Yu watching you.

• You know he wants to join you. To dance with you, to hold you, to have you. You know that. But Shan Yu promised he would only touch you after you decided that you want him to do it. And you didn't say anything. You didn't try anything. You did not gave him permission, so he only watchs.

• At some moment, when it was already midnight, you fell. It wasn't anything important. It didn't hurt you. It was more embarrassing than anything else, but you were drunk enough to not care about it.

• Someone helped you getting on your feet again. Just a kind hand for you to hold on until you were sure you wouldn't fall again. For a second, you forgot about his eyes on you. You just hugged whoever helped you in a way to show your drunkness gratitude. And that was when Shan Yu made sure everyone knew he was still there.

• Shan Yu is quickly. Your mind, lacking sobriety, almost didn't record him moving towards you. You just noticed what was happening when Shan Yu hold the man by his throat, pulling him away from the floor. You knew he was scary, dangerous, cruel. You knew that. But you never saw it. You never saw how his eyes can burn others. You knew who Shan Yu was, but you never saw it.

• The poor man were turning blue on his head, barely able to struggle against the strong hold on his neck, trying to say something. Trying to say he was sorry. You were frozen in place, almost convincing yourself that it was all a nightmare, until Shan Yu dropped the man on the floor. He coughed, trying to breath again while thanking Shan Yu.

Shan Yu looked at every single person on the feast. Every single one. "No one touch what's mine."

Shan Yu wasn't only punishing him, but teaching everyone around him a lesson. And you can't deny, he was a great teacher. Everyone seem to understand. Everyone seem scared enough to never go against him.

But when Shan Yu looked at you, he didn't saw your usual challeging gaze. He didn't saw joy, or tiredness, or surprise. He didn't saw fear. When Shan Yu looked into your eyes, all he saw was disgust.

Your gaze alone made something itch inside him. But your words cut his soul in places he didn't even knew existed.

"You will never touch me," you whispered, only for him to hear. "I will never love you back. Hurt whoever you want, hurt me if you desire, you will never have me."

You told Shan Yu to smarten up. At the time it was only a joke. But now, after seeing how cruel he can be and hearing what he had to say, you changed your mind. Your heart feel smaller. You won't stay here for long.

Without giving him a chance to reply, you turned your back on him and walked towards your carriage. You stood there until you were sure no one had followed you. You put on your boots, grabbed a bag with food and water, and went to the stable.

You were lucky. Everyone was at the feast, which means no one was there to see you riding your sorrel. Which means no one was there to see you running away. Which means your carriage was empty when Shan Yu went there looking for you.

You knew the path you need to follow. Your could hear the river, you saw the birds flying north, all you need to do was to be faster than the Huns. And you're almost sure that they're all drunk.

At some point, maybe twenty minutes after you exit the stable, you heard another horse. You couldn't see it, but you knew it was Shan Yu. That scared you, made you shiver, but you didn't stop. You just went faster and faster.

Shan Yu is strong, but he's too strong. His horse wouldn't be able to compete with your sorrel. He can try, but you know for sure that your sorrel needs to worry about less weight.

He was close. But not close enough.

You don't know for how long you tried to make him struggle, but at some point it started raining. It was harder to see the path, you were shivering, and the ground turned muddy. You tried, you really tried, but nothing can control a horse's response to thunders.

You almost fell when he jumped, your hands burned holding the rein. You weren't so lucky the next time. When you collapsed on the floor, you felt like all the air in your lungs had imploded. You tried to move, the rain falling on your face kept you awake, but you couldn't stand. It burned.

And that gave Shan Yu exactly what he needed: time.

When another thunder came, you rolled to the side so your sorrel wouldn't step on you. You crawled on the ground, holding your head as if it would fall from your neck, and struggle to stand up. It hurts, it burns, but you're stronger. It felt like it was impossible, but you stand where once you fell.

It was hard to control your tears, and even harder to deal with the pain on your chest. You tried to hold your sorrel by its head, but he was so scared. You didn't stop trying to calm him down, but then you heard.

Shan Yu reached you. There he is, so close and yet so far away. Riding his own scared horse, rain dripping on his skin and marking his clothes. He wasn't wearing his usual fur. No. Shan Yu was still using the clothes for the feast.

That made you think less of him. You prepared. You have food, water, maps. And he just took a horse and went to search for you? Why would he act so unprepared?

With thunders ecchoing on your ears and pain spreading along your chest, the right answer didn't even passes through your head. Why Shan Yu was unprepared to the cold, to the rain, to the chase: because he was scared. He was scared that one second he wasted not looking for you would be the second that would separe you both forever. Because Shan Yu was scared. So scared.

"I won't stop trying," you shouted at him. It was so dificult to find strenght to say things, but you did it anyway. Screw it. Don't matter what he does, you will keep trying to flee away from him.

"Don't be stupid." Shan Yu jumped from the horse. You could hear the tiredness on his voice. He also sttrugled with his breath. "Are you trying to kill yourself? What would you do? Keep riding in the rain, waiting until the cold took your body?"

"I would rather die than live as your object!" You tried to mount your horse again, but he keep moving away from you. He was so scared. You caressed his fur, trying to make him stop. "For once, be honest with yourself. Face the truth. You don't love me. You won't have a happily ever after with me like in a old fairytail. I'm just someone you saw naked once. I'm not a person for you. I'm something that only you can consume."

Shan Yu walked towards you, but you moved away. He was trying so hard to be calm. All he wanted to do was took you on his arms, put you on his shoulder and walk you home. Home. There you could scream for how long you wanted. You could speak, he would hear, and things will change. He sighed. "That's not the truth and you know that."

"Do I? Because that is all I know. You saw me naked and now you do anything you can to make me let you fuck me. A person touch me and you almost killed him! Why won't you get over it? Find someone else!"

Then Shan Yu realized that no, you didn't know. You really didn't understand? How could you? He said to you so many times. Shan Yu made sure that you would see it, but you didn't. "I love you," Shan Yu didn't know what else could make you understand that. "I won't find someone else, because you are the one. We are meant to be. This isn't about your body. This isn't about your touch. All I do is to make you see it. To make you want to be mine."

You just glared at him, trying to understand what your mind wanted. Trying to understand him. "But why? Why do you feel this way about me?"

"Because you're like me."

"No. I'm not," you didn't move this time when he stepped closer. "I'm nothing like you."

"You want more of life," Shan Yu stood right in front of you. "You don't want to go back to a dead village, to go through the same day again and again, to no be remembered. I know you want more. You want to see the world. You want to feel free. It's your time to be honest with yourself. Face the truth. You want more."

Shan Yu wanted you to agree. He wanted you to say he was right, that you want more, that you want him. But he thought you would scream at him, push him away, declare your hate for him. He didn't imagined you would cry.

"I don't," Shan Yu stopped. He didn't knew what to say. He didn't want you to cry. He didn't want you to react this way. "Please, don't cry. Everything will be alright."

"I'm tired," you whispered. "Im in pain, I'm scared, and I don't know what I want. I don't know what to do."

"You're hurt?"

You nodded. "I fell."

Shan Yu sighed. How he wanted to just touch you. Hold you in his arms. Clean the trace of tears on your face. See where you hurted yourself. "We will come back to our carriage, we'll eat and rest. And when you're fine, you can decide If you go back home."

It was so dumb. So stupid. You could help but laugh, almost forgeting the tears. "And you would let me go if I want to?"

"I want to feel your love, not to see your disgust." Shan Yu sighed. "If you want to go, you can. But when i defeat the Emperor, when China became mine, I'll come back to you. And then I'll ask you once more if you want to be mine."

"You promise?" You didn't knew what to think about this.

"I do," Shan Yu answered. "Sadly, I do."

• That was the first night of a thunderstorm that lasted days. That was the first night of a thunderstorm that would make Shan Yu fall. That was the first night of a thunderstorm that would change your mind.

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[sillypiratelife]

Little zosan aus but instead of the process of getting together being embarrassing it goes smoothly (they feel safe around each other) :

Sanji is asked by a teenage boy how to flirt and Zoro agrees to be flirted with because the young boy is comfortable around him. It ends up with the kid innocently pointing out that it's easy to flirt with Zoro and Sanji goes "You know what? It is" and keeps doing it from then on.

Worried about Sanji, Zoro decides to spend their day on an island distracting Sanji. It's not until later that they realize the day was kinda a date, but they're cool with it because it worked out. Sanji is relaxed, Zoro is happy, why deny it?

Modern au where Zoro adopted Chopper and after spending some time around the straw hat friend group, he starts calling Sanji "his chef dad". Chopper's teacher is homophobic, resulting in Zoro and Sanji showing up at the parents meeting, determined to prove that Chopper has the best family of the whole class (competitive who? them?)

After a particularly nasty public rejection for Sanji, Zoro decides to knock some sense into the cook and raise his standards. Somehow, Zoro convinces the crew to each take Sanji on a date and show him how none of them would be ashamed of loving him. When the last date comes, Sanji realizes he could not settle down for less than Zoro himself.

It started with the injuries. Zoro would cook dinner while Sanji is passed out. Sanji would clean his words waiting for him to wake up for his post battle three days sleep. Little by little their roles started to mix, until the crew stopped seeing them as separate beings. It was a relief for everyone, especially for Zoro and Sanji. They had someone they could completely rely on.

Sanji knows that Zoro rarely allows himself to indulge in his own pleasures, the exception being his love for sake. What follows is a plot to make Zoro laugh at least twice a week, to give back their first mate a bit of what he's been giving them all those years. It's just that Sanji never expected the betrayal of his crew: by Luffy's orders, the straw hats dumped Sanji right next to Zoro and started their evil plan on how to make the wings of the king of pirates be completely, utterly happy again.

[kabishkat19]

Disney Villain’s kids : would’s and wouldn’t’s II

Part two of villains who would and wouldn’t have children.

11. Hades

Original hades had children and I feel this one would have too.

12. Shan Yu

No doubt in my mind that not only did this man have kids but some of them were in the battle of the mountains with him.

13. Claude Frollo

I refuse to believe that anyone willingly had children with this man.

14. Clayton

Tarzan series revealed a woman that had relations with Clayton and it would be on brand for this man to have kids that he dumped in a boarding school and never see again.

15. Yzma

If Yzma did have children, they are fully adults at this point and she clearly has no care them. It’s possible, her prime years are unknown.

16. Dr Facilier

This man seemed like to towns pariah so probably couldn’t have kids even if he did want them.

17. Mother Gothel

No. And before you say it I know about Cas (Tangled series) but I still refuse to believe this narcissistic woman would have a child without some sort of magical benefit.

18. Prince Hans of the Southern Isles

There was a chance he could have had kids but after his take over stunt, he’s outcasted.

Tell me if there’s more you wanna see…

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

[sporadicsweetswitch]

Friend is still playing KOTOR. Here are their thoughts so far....PART II

PARTS HERE [1][2][3][4][5]

1. Bastila might rival Anakin in terms of mommy/daddy issues. Like, seriously, wow... is it a Tatooine thing?

2. Malak is not only super unqualified but desperately needs to do an undercover boss investigation into the incompetence of his entire fleet. Seriously, he sucks.

3. Zaalbar is the only competent one of the Ebon Hawk crew who doesn't ignore you, insult you, betray you, or romance you and therefore should be declared King of the Wookies with Mission as his right hand.

4. Revan is a massive drama queen and they deserved to suffer for all the bullshit problems they caused before they "died". (**spoilers, friend hasn't reached the big twist yet)

[hulahoopsoupgroup]

how the ebon hawk crew would react if you asked them if theyve smoked weed before

revan: "fuck yeah, you want some?" (pulls out a comically large bag of weed)

bastila, crossing her arms indignantly: "no, i do not seek out such things that would negatively affect my constitution. only a fool would deal in such substances"

carth: "i tried it once but its not really my thing"

mission: "no, i went through the dare program"

zaalbar: "no, i am afraid i would see the haunted phantoms of my past coming back to torture my spirit"

juhani: "i admit that i have partaken a few too many times. i fear that it contains dark side energies, energies that would bring me back to a past to which i am afraid to return"

canderous: "do you take me for a fool? the only high i seek out is the thrill of battle"

jolee: "yeah, i dont see any harm in it. revan and i have had some deep conversations after smoking a bit. oh, and there was this one time i smoked with my wife, and it ended u-"

hk-47: "condescending answer: do i look like a human to you? i do not have human lungs, and, thus, cannot process the compound tetrahydrocannabinol."

exile: "yeah. i mean, you gotta find some way to cope, right?" *pops an edible*

atton: "you know, i used to be a stoner back when i was a teenager, but a couple weeks ago i greened out and i think i heard god and now im scared to touch it again"

kreia: "such a substance can bring about much good or much evil. the true fools are the ones who use it in excess, or forbid its use through cheap fear tactics. so long as one does not adhere to these foolish, strict principles, i see no issue in partaking, and i have experienced no such issues in my private affairs with the substance"

bao dur: *takes a hit of his thc pen* "its for my anxiety, okay?"

disciple: *looks at you incredulously* "N-NO!"

i dont know the rest of the crew in kotor 2 well enough to complete the headcanons but once i do, i will update this. maybe

[milksugarjams]

The face behind the mask

Does anyone else have specific little headcanons about Revan's personal aesthetics and personality. The discrepancy between what she was and what she is now. After the Jedi Council lock away her memories, what else do they do to try making her different? Moldable? The way they want her to be?

They change her name, obviously. Do they cut her hair? Dye it, make it the opposite of how it was before? Are they afraid?

Are they desperate to keep her from any hint of her true identity? Uncertain if their repression is enough? Maybe they knew it was only a temporary thing, that locking away a person's memories will only work for so long. Perhaps all of this is only delaying the inevitable.

Bastila is present for all of this. As much as her opinions are easily swayed by the Council, some part of her rebels against their efforts. Subconsciously, she knows they're not all that different, her and Revan. She never had the confidence or experience to rely on her own conscience; but Revan learned how to do so. Even though Revan fell, Bastila never learned to despise and dismiss her former heroics. Not like other Jedi did.

Don't change her, she thinks in secret. Let her be herself, not the puppet you want her to be.

She doesn't shave her head, but trims her hair shorter. Changes her wardrobe, but slips in something old of hers, something from before the fall. Something the Council tried to burn. The others would see it as weakness, but Bastila sees it as a mercy. For who she was, not who she became.

When Revan wakes on Taris, what will she see when she looks in the mirror? What the Council painted, or what Bastila tried to preserve?

Does she recognize herself behind the mask?

[howdoyoudothedew]

maybe you could write po finding out his dads are dating?

It can be a little hard to make time for a date night when your husband runs a very successful noodle shop. Especially when he continues to run it past closing, handling the paperwork and money and all the little parts of running a business people usually don’t think about along with tinkering with whatever recipe he may occasionally feel like. But Li is a very patient panda and surprisingly stubborn. He’s found if he waits long enough, a plan in reach, Ping will eventually find his way to him. Now, Ping sits at the table Li set up and Li serves him for a change.

“Oh, you’re such a gentleman,” Ping gushes as Li pushes his chair in for him at the customer table he repurposed for their date. A candle sits in the middle of it, chasing away the dark of the night. Origami flowers surround the candle, the fruits of multiple nights of work. “And it looks so nice too.”

“Wait till you see the food,” Li says, heading back to the kitchen, hoping that his confidence is founded. His dumplings aren’t Ping’s noodles and they’re definitely not Ping’s dumplings, but they were well liked back in the village.

He sets a bowl in front of Ping and clutches his own between his hands as he stands beside him, waiting for his verdict. The sound of his chopsticks hitting the bowl echoes in his ears. The curl of tension in his belly loosens when Ping finishes the dumpling in two bites.

“They’re good.” Ping hums before rambling to himself more than talking to Li. “I almost think we should add them to the menu. Replace mine. Or combine them. Yes, I think that would be best.”

Li looks at him, surprised. “Aren’t they an old family recipe?”

“What?” Ping laughs, zoning in on him. “No, the restaurant was noodles only until I took over.”

“Wait, so the dumplings-” Li asks.

“Won off some traveling salesman in a game of mahjong,” Ping says, waving his wing casually. Li pauses, opening his mouth. No sound comes out for a long stretch. His husband continues to eat as if he hadn’t just admitted he’d gotten the first food of his Li ever ate through gambling of all things. Just the thought of Ping sitting at a mahjong table, some unscrupulous character in front of him and bets next to them, strikes an odd cord. Ping. Gambling.

“What?”

Ping looks up at him, blinks, then rolls his eyes at his expression. “Oh it’s not that big a deal, really. It was a long time ago. I didn’t even have Po yet.”

“Did you gamble… often?” Li asks. Ping smiles.

“Well, I’m very good at mahjong.”

Li stares as Ping continues to eat. He honestly doesn’t know what to do with the new information. It paints Ping in a different light while somehow explaining a few things.

“Yes.” Ping nods to himself, oblivious to Li’s thoughts. “We should combine the recipes. I think they’d taste better together.”

“Like us?” Li asks, shaking himself from the line of thought.

Ping flushes. “Oh, you big softy. But yes, and I think they’d sell better, too. We should change the name while we’re at it, what do you think?”

Li laughs. “Whatever you want, Ping.” And Ping smiles softly at him. It warms Li’s heart in the same way Mei’s used to. In the same way memories of her smile still does. He smiles back like an instinct.

Later, while they’re eating and laughing and sharing memories, the sound of footsteps outside the round arch of the noodle shop’s entrance breaks into their peace. The late hour has them both turning to the noise. Concern spikes through Li’s veins, hot like blood and twice as thick. It softens when he sees Po at the entrance only for it to snap suddenly back into place when he remembers Po doesn’t have any idea about their relationship. Not the romantic parts of it. They both stand from the table, perhaps a bit too quickly. Li’s chair tips to two legs before slamming back down to four. The noise makes him flinch, just slightly. He looks at Ping, but Ping’s attention is fully on Po.

“You guys are dating?” Po asks, looking between the two of them from his spot, frozen in the middle of the arch.

“Yes? Po, we’re your fathers, is it that weird for us to be dating?” Ping asks and Li can hear the worried note to his tone. Whatever Po’s answer is, Li knows it will have an effect on their quickly budding relationship. Po’s approval is something Ping needs and though he’s been his dad for much less time, Li wants it too.

“Are you kidding me??” Po asks, lighting up, running over to hug them both. “This is great!” He lets them go to bounce between his toes. “You guys were my dads before, of course, but now you’re like- my dads dads. My together dads.”

Li laughs lightly, seeing Po’s excitement and Ping’s relieved fond smile. It makes Ping find his eyes again for the first time since Po entered the room. Ping’s smile goes a little bigger, a little brighter, as they smile at each other from over their son’s shoulders.

“And you’re not upset?” Ping double checks as soon as they’re set down, worrying at his apron.

“Of course not, this is great!” Po beams at him. He hasn’t stopped beaming since Ping confirmed they were dating. Li bites the inside of his mouth, because if he doesn’t, his smile will stretch too wide. “I told Tigress you guys liked each other.”

“And you were right,” Li says, before Ping can. “We like each other very much.”

“Awesome,” Po says quietly, clearly celebrating, and Li has to hold back a snort. Neither of them should’ve been worried, really.

“So Po, what did you need?” Ping says, cutting back to the meat of Po’s surprise visit.

“Right!” Po looks back at them, smiles giddily, then takes a breath.

[seredelgi]

Ok so I have a thing for grumpy power bottoms that act tough and make a habit of calling their special someone "annoying" and stuff, BUT are actually the greatest sweethearts and immediately go soft as soon as there's a little bit of intimacy, also get super needy when their partner isn't there for some reason, but they're too proud to say " I miss you" so they act annoyed and leave them on read lol

They have my heart. Bye.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Have this image in my mind of Tomura entering a cell with the rest of the League and everything is silent. Well, they talk like nothing happened and they do worry, but there's mostly this tension in the room, you know?

At some point Tomura is sitting against the wall, hair hiding his face. He looks like he's sleeping, but the rest know. It's a new brand of painful, one that is more freeing and that means you are alive, but it's painful nevertheless.

Toga takes one look at him and it bursts out of her mouth.

"It was not your fault."

At first, the memory of Ochako smiling down at her overrules anything else with the desire to help Tomura somehow like Ochako helped her. She is the one that always comments when he's down and the one that confronts him when it's needed. Also, she loves them. All of them. The League of Villains. She might not be able to comfort Dabi with her words, but she has always been able to talk with Tomura— and he listens to her.

So when he crumbles a little, shaky arms dragging shaky legs to his chest, making himself little and hiding his sobs with his hair, Toga repeats it.

What is she absolving him off? It's not even her right to do so. She knows that now. She doesn't care. No one else was there all those months and years. Whatever Izuku saw in Tomura, he thought it was worth saving, right? They must be close to understanding now that he is a good leader. He's a good friend.

Toga knows how she felt when Ochako told her she was not a monster. She had believed for so long... Tomura must had been the same. After all, she remembers what he told them after they went to fight the Meta Liberation Army. He had hugged himself in anguish after AFO was defeated. Didn't he miss Kurogiri a lot after he was taken away?

Spinner press closer to Tomura, knee with knee and shoulder with shoulder. Dabi pretends that he doesn't care as always, even when the weight of his attention is palpable in the air around Tomura.

It's no long until Compress says it too and then Spinner and it's like all their time together is now floating on that cell. When Magne was killed and when they lost Twice. Every afternoon spent in a dirty house in ruins. Every fight. Every laugh.

When they put their hands on Tomura to comfort him, he cries louder. It's nothing like the cold dead hands of his family. They're warm, they are not rejecting him. They've seen the worst of him and they have followed him through his worst days and they have stayed. They're there. They choose to be there. They choose to be with him.

The mood lifts a little after that.

[madwomansapologist]

⋆｡✰˚ PRISONER/BRIDE, AN OBSESSED!SHAN YU AU

synopsis: for shan yu, you are his destiny. for you, he is the man that kidnapped you. love at first is a tale as old as time. he just didn't expect you wouldn't believe in it.

"You will be my empress", he declared. "My heart is yours. I will wait until you feel the same. I won't touch you unless you allow me. I will protect your honor, defend your body and mind."

You chuckled. "Shan Yu, do you really believe in love at first sight?"

"I will give you China as a dowry", was his answer.

Your name coming out of his mouth made shivers run down your spine. You sighed. "You won't give up, will you?"

He wouldn't. Shan Yu would never.

⸻ headcanons!

☆ shan yu obsessed with you would include ☆ living as shan yu's prisoner/bride would include ☆ being pampered by shan yu would include ☆ shan yu as a father

⸻ oneshots!

☆ like a virgin, like a prayer ☆ nfwmb ☆ meant to be ☆ one look and you knew ☆ training session

to read extra content check: #prisoner/bride au

[sillypiratelife]

Sanji and Vivi can kiss in a not romantic way like they are sharing lipstick, because Sanji thought it looked cool but was too shy to ask, so Vivi played by his rules just to convince him to be happy.

Zoro and Nami can bath together and fight the whole time because Nami decides to charge him for bathing at the same time as her and Zoro is annoyed to no end, but she'd wash Zoro's hair as he sits and he'd catch her when she accidentally slips. There's zero sexual tension the whole time.

[heyhopperart]

Special thanks to @moonlightchild358 who added the little tidbit of Khuyag getting chonkier for a time after marriage. 🙈

"wifey food is the best, makes rounder abs" - @moonlightchild358

Time to get back to training after little Ee-Bee (Elbeg) is born 🖤

[sporadicsweetswitch]

My friend is playing KOTOR for the first time and has now come to four conclusions so far...

PARTS HERE [1] [2][3][4][5]

1. Carth and Mission being a dad-daughter duo was a missed oppotunity.

2. Jolee is not very jolly and therefore his name is false advertising 🙄

3. They would like to adopt a Gizka as a playable pet and teach it to fight and eat people.

4. Malak is in no way qualified to run a sith empire. He took the Zapp Brannigan approach and failed upwards to the point of being in charge and having no clue what the eff to do now. He should at LEAST be going through basic training.. because the course "How to run an empire 101" must exist somewhere

[noah-oats]

drew this after I watched the new kung fu panda movie :)

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday🎄

tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings 💖

hi! so, the christmas sweater fic is posted, and I was gonna get back to all my wips but then I decorated my christmas tree a few days ago and had a new idea I think I mentioned in the last snippet so I started a new wip 🙈 here's a lil snippet haha istg it's going to be just a short and fluffy fic where buck eddie and christopher decorate a tree - but it already got away from me and i did just spend the first 700-ish words talking about shannon <3 (I clearly miss my beloved alive shannon fic and need to get back to her asap)

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But ever since then, the joy of Christmas sort of disappeared, it was just a holiday, just to get some time off school and get presents. He wasn’t all that interested in celebrating it, if he’s being honest.

And then he fell in love with a girl who was the Christmas spirit personified.

Shannon was the one girl in school who wore Christmas sweaters and Santa hats since December 1st. She was the girl baking Christmas cookies and bringing them on random days to give out to her teachers and classmates. She loved walking through the city at night and adoring all the decorations, and she couldn’t wait to decorate a tree with her parents. As a teenager she’d get part time and summer jobs just so she could afford small gifts for all her family and friends, and still spend time making something handmade for everyone on top of that. Shannon loved Christmas so much, it was her favorite holiday, and she definitely passed that down to their kid.

When they first started dating, Eddie found the Christmas spirit again, in her sparkling eyes and a beautiful, happy smile, and the way she looked so adorable in a Santa hat, and never cared that some assholes from their class would make fun of her for how into Christmas she was – she would bring them cookies, actually, with the biggest grin and the most thoughtful Christmas wishes. She was truly amazing, the light in her eyes never dimming. Until it all got screwed up.

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