#airbending for romantic purposes

[gurinpotte]

Kataang brainrot! 💕🌙

[yourhighness6]

Ppl who get mad at the existence of literary analysis are so funny to me because its like sir the curtains aren't just blue they were never just blue u absolute fool

[kokushibosbestie]

Meet 静かな少女, my Jujutsu Kaisen OC

A/N: I HAVEN'T EVEN WATCHED JJK YET BUT I'M ALREADY LOVING IT. I know what JJK is about now and I had an oc idea so I jsut HADD to share it with yall. JJK will be added to my fandoms list, so feel free to request anything! And yes, I know she's similar to Ariya, I did that on purpose.

• Full name: Shizukana Shōjo / 静かな少女 - Gender Identity: Non-binary with she/her preference - Pronouns: She / Her / They / Them • Romantic Preferences / Sexuality: Pansexual - Ship / Romantic Interest: Satoru Gojo - Species: Human

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• Age: 24 y/o

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• Personality Traits: Mute // observant // sometimes comes off as rude unententionally // stoic // introverted

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• Appearance: Dark skin, naturally half-colored hair - Height: 5'7" - Weight: 160.8 lbs. (45.8128 kgs)

• Body Type: Feminine muscularity, tall

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• Hair Color: Dark brown & light brown || #4a3b2c || #9c7f62

- Hair Condition: Fluffy, soft, semi-curly

• Ocular Color ( Eye Hue ): Yellow || #e6cf02

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• Job / Work: Jujutsu Sorcerer

• Jujutsu Technique: "Organic Mineral Manipulation." This technique is similar to Water / Blood Bending in Avatar: The Last Airbender. If you don't know what that is, I'll explain it: Shizukana can manipulate minerals however she wants, meaning she can manipulate water, phosphorus, calcium, metal, etc. Having this ability means that the holder can control any living / natural thing because the human body and nature have many minerals in it, curse or not.

- Shizukana uses an inherited technique, and the Shōjo family was hidden from society for over 100 years. The method was unknown and could only be inherited if you belonged to the Shōjo family.

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• Usual Style / Outfit: Work - Uniform || Modified standard female Jujutsu uniform top, flared black sleeves + high waisted black shorts + tied bow belt with dress/flare fabric in back + half-white half-black stockings with golden moon and stars pattern || one pink butterfly earring + white ballet ribbon pointe shoes clipped with fake butterflies + white clip bow + pocket watch tied to belt

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• Activity / Hobbies: Training, eating, and talking to Satoru & his students.

- Pet(s): Great Dane named "Takashi" - Extra Information: Shizukana is the last of her family. If she doesn't have an heir before she passes on, her family line will end.

Appearance:

Jujutsu Secret (is that even a thing? idc we'll make it a thing ig): Shizukana has been mute since she was 9 because of traumatic experiences. No one knows what her voice sounds like but she uses sign-language / hand movements to "talk" to people.

This was actually so fun I love adding new fandoms to my very long list of fandoms <33

[toweroftickles]

❤️ Valentine's Day Morsels ❤️

(A Whole Month Late 😅)

These were all supposed to be done for the holiday itself, but obviously that didn't happen. The problem is that I care way too much about my writing and try too hard to make it actually good. That's not why anybody reads this crap. Anywho, I've been in an anomalously sappy, romantic mood lately and whipped up some sugary, snack-sized tickle drabbles involving a few of my all-time-favorite (canon) fictional couples. :) Hope these are sweet enough! Disclaimer: this is all obviously just meant to be cute, silly fun.

Link/Zelda (utilizing "Wilds" era)

Whenever Purah developed a revolutionary new piece of tech for the Hylian Royal Family, she of course needed a volunteer to test it out. At those times, Princess Zelda was always on-hand to make sure she had one. And it was usually Link.

The Sheikah techie was putting the finishing touches on a new observation platform propulsion system...she called it a "Skyview Tower." The Hero of Hyrule stood in the center of the device, bracing for the upcoming vertical rush. It was somewhat against his will that he was being held in place by six clinking, clanking Guardian arms. He felt like a prisoner in the teeth of a hungry beast as they hooked him to the machine, but Purah just clicked away happily on her control Pad.

“How ya doin, Link? You comfy?” she asked him. He nodded reluctantly. "Ok, I'm gonna launch you in 10...9..."

Suddenly, at the sight of Link ensnared in the repurposed robot arms, Zelda bounced up and down and excitedly tapped her compatriot on the shoulder. “Oh! Oh! Purah, wait!”

Everything paused. The princess knelt and whispered excitedly into the inventor’s ear.

What they were talking about, Link couldn’t decipher, but he saw that in the midst of Zelda’s sentence, Purah’s smile stretched bigger and bigger. After a breathy exchange, both ladies were giggling to themselves. Uh-oh. He recognized that energetic sparkle in Purah’s eye…that only happened when she knew her tests were going to have “funny” results.

Beep. Four of the Guardian arms remained holding Link's wrists and ankles still, but the other two raised up and took on new purpose. The octopoid metal tendrils zipped around his torso, snapping their claws like hungry snakes. Their laser sights booped to life and swam their little red eyes all over him...targeting certain areas...and once Purah pressed that button again, they dove right in for the attack.

The little pincer claws skittered and tap-danced under his arms, across his stomach, between his ribs. At first he panicked. Then he grinned. Squirming and struggling, Link began to laugh.

“HHHHeh…Heheh…Heh-Heh Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! Z-Zeld…Heh! Haha!”

"See, I told you he was ticklish," the princess chuckled.

"Oooo, and you were right! This is fun! Look at him dance!"

"Heh-Heh, Heh-Heh Ha...Haha-Heh! Nn-Heh!" Bolts of Gerudo lightning didn't make Link jump around this much. It wasn’t until Zelda sauntered over and tickled him herself that the machine finally wound down.

And just like that, being shot out of an untested military-grade cannon didn't seem so bad.

******

Parzival/Art3mis (Ready Player One)

Spring Center Fortress was always a fun place in the OASIS for testosterone-soaked one-v-one games. Each arena in the cubist coliseum was a giant trampoline, regardless of size or layout, and combat was fast and frantic when no one could stand still. Only true acrobats thrived in the chaos there. Entering one of the battle boxes, Parzival and Art3mis removed their shoes and jackets and stepped barefoot onto the bouncy black floor.

"Choose your weapon, sir." Arty's declaration of war was cheekier than usual. She smirked, already sure of her victory, and make a flashy show of unveiling a fully-2D Airbender staff. Rare gear.

Parzival eagerly cycled through the digital blue pockets of his inventory...lots of options to choose from. Neither he nor Arty were pulling admin privileges and just dropping rare junk into their accounts; this loot had to be earned like everyone else’s. Oh, there was a good one...

"Toymaker Energy Bo," he finally announced. The glowing green stick popped from hammerspace and into his hands, extending four frog-like fingers from its tip that snapped and pinched at their target.

Art3mis nodded. She looked impressed. "Spy Kids 3D. Nice."

At the sound of the buzzer, a blade of cartoony wind sliced through the room and nearly split Parzival's staff in two. Their weapons clacked together as the couple danced and dodged on the springy terrain...the fight was a wild flurry of flips, leg sweeps, slides and parries. Dodging a strike at her knees, Art3mis bounced into a full backwards aerial somersault, a mere hair's breadth away from the Game Over bo's snapping claws. Just as she landed and stumbled back, the very tips of metal fingers pulled at her body, grazing against four particular spots along her torso that they couldn't quite snare.

One, on the right side of her neck. One deep in the hollow of her left armpit. One just above her hipbone. And one smack in the center of her right side, under the ribcage.

“BAH!!” Art3mis nearly slipped on the undulating floor, swiveling on her heel and pointing her finger at Wade, and had to catch her balance against the back wall. Her staff zipped off on an air current and glided away across the stadium. Disarmed. In her most stern, commanding voice, the Goddess of the Hunt blurted “Hey! No. ...Z. No tickling."

"Hey, come on, it was an accident," Parzival laughed.

For a moment everything was still, both anticipating the other's next move. But he'd seen the flash of panic on her face...blood was in the water now. Her eyes darted to her glider. Slowly, Parzival raised his staff again. Its four-pronged hand spun around and wiggled in Arty's direction, closer and closer, and the sight made her jaw clench.

“...God, sometimes I love these Boot Suits.”

“Wade, no. N...HHHA-Ha Ha-Ha! …Ng-Heh! Nuh...nonono, God n-HNN!!"

Art3mis' arms contracted, trying to block the ravenous mechanical fingers, but that only pinned them even more snugly to where they could feast on her ticklish ribs. Her trembling knees buckled. Soon she was wrestled flat onto her back and rolling around atop the rubbery floor, her leg weakly kicking at the air. The Spy Kids staff no longer attacked her...it was Parzival's own fingers that she felt clawing beneath her loose crop-top, squeezing her belly until the cackles burst out of her. The two were bouncing and wrestling and laughing until the floor squeaked. Streaks of charcoal soot blackened her soles…the trampoline's worn surface had almost-literally painted a target on her bare feet, a target which Parzival didn't ignore for long. Arty was surprised by how hard she was cracking up...and, despite the soreness in her cheeks, by how much fun she was having.

“What, what’s the matter? Ya n00b. Stop laughing.”

"Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! Uncle! Uncl-hle!"

The dull fingernails that had been scribbling beneath her toes retreated. Arty was free again. Up and down, the trampoline reverberated to the rhythm of her diaphragm's spasmodic wobbles. Even after all this time, it was still an out-of-body experience, to catch one's raspy breath as a digital avatar...when she was worn out inside the OASIS, her real-world meat puppet followed suit. Slowly she and the trampoline both calmed. She sat up, folding her arms across bent knees, and her middle finger dabbed at her eyelash.

"Ha......Ahhhhhhh Ha Ha....Huheh...Okay, okay, you got me," she chuckled. Her toes clenched up against the rubbery ground. She tried to affect a serious expression, but that wide-eyed grin of hers just wouldn't dissolve. “But don’t do that again!”

"Eh, can't make any promises," Z taunted, helping her stand. For that, he received a playful punch in the shoulder.

Like most of the OASIS, there were no real rules in Spring Center Fortress. The important thing was how you won.

******

Aang/Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Waterbender training was going...as Sokka would put it...swimmingly. Aang and Katara stood ankle-deep in the waters of Chameleon Bay, practicing their stances. Liquid swirled around them, rising and falling like tides at their command.

"How's your octopus form?" Aang's teacher asked him.

Quickly, Aang struck the proper pose and focused. A stream of ocean foam snaked upward into the air and corkscrewed multiple arcs around his body. With a twist of his arm, the water coalesced into a near-solid tentacle, its rippling surface smoothed out, and he made it sway back and forth in a friendly wave. Katara giggled. She, meanwhile, was focused on maintaining six hovering spheres of water that orbited around a rock in front of her. Gesturing with her palm, she relaxed into a simple Single Whip posture, her right knee bent and arms outstretched, and the water balls merged into a lash. She was focused and precise...and totally oblivious to what her pupil was doing.

Guided by Aang's slow dance, a water tendril slithered across the bay and breached the surface. As soon as Katara wasn't looking, its tip rose up and wiggled against her tummy - right next to her belly button.

"Ah! Haha…Aang, stop it!" Laughing, she jumped in place and covered her ticklish spot with her hand. Instantly the Avatar’s octopus construct fizzled into droplets and splashed the flowing sea below. He stood there all sheepish and rubbed the back of his tattooed head, grinning like a buffoon.

"Heh...sorry. You were wide open." Aang couldn't escape his own mischievous nature. He was 12, after all.

There was a brief and fearful pang in his stomach...is Katara mad at me? But her smile was the brightest he'd seen on the waterbender's face all week. In fact, if he didn't know any better, he could've sworn she was starting to blush. Both benders just laughed shyly and turned to face the sandbank once more.

"Alright, let's keep going."

******

Gwen/Miles (Spider-Verse)

The multiversal headquarters of the Spiders didn't just have a lockup, a science lab, and a cafeteria (no bagels allowed). There was also quite a museum of trophies and mementos gathered from past battles, defeated villains, and fallen heroes from all across the cosmic web. It was like Batman's basement on the scale of the MoMA. And Gwen couldn't wait to show Miles all she'd learned there.

Clasping one another's hands they dashed through the halls, often pulling eagerly in opposite directions. Miles was a kid in a candy store, and every time his eyes lit up, it reminded Gwen of a thousand reasons why she liked him. After passing the wrecked granite namesake of one "Big Wheel 5000 BC," the two skidded to a stop, lured by an exhibit that stood out from the rest: a single hand, perched atop a pedestal.

An Infinity Gauntlet, this was not. It was a cheap canary opera glove, with long, fluffy white feathers glued to its digits in lieu of fingernails. The plastic plaque beneath declared in full voice to the pair:

“‘The Tickler?!’" Frog-mouthed in shock, Gwen doubled over, laughing wildly. “No. Freaking. Way."***

"Are you serious right now? Ha…Wow, they just get lamer…”

"Heheh-Heh! Ok, ok; you’ve gotta hear this: 'Crude homemade weapon retrieved from Whedon Winslow, Earth-57780.' Some name... 'Failed stand-up comedian who turned to larceny. Distracted victims and pursuant Spider Society with...'"

But Miles wasn’t paying attention to Gwen's narration. He was busy cracking his knuckles and reaching toward his distracted girlfriend from behind, trying to project confidence from a playful smile that was actually quite shy. He was gonna get her so good, he encouraged himself.

In the midst of Gwen's sentence, kneading fingertips hooked right into her sensitive, squishy waistline.

Her gasp was loud and shrill. The girl almost popped like a chocolatey toaster pastry, but a right forearm encircled her collarbone and held her firmly in place. Before she knew it, Gwen was immobilized in a tickle hug and fell straight into Miles' lap as the two collapsed to the floor.

"AH!! *gasp* Huhuh-Huhuh Heheh! *gasp* Ah Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha! St-HOP ihit! We're supposed to be quiet!!"

She screamed and elbowed Miles in the stomach, but he maintained his hold. Then she tried pulling on his wrists. No good. Gwen was the most squirmy, wiggly human being Miles had ever seen; champion swimmers didn't kick their legs as hard as she did. He might as well have been trying to hold onto a hagfish in an oil spill…even with sticky fingers, it was a challenge! But watching her smile and laugh like this was so worth it.

“Wait, hold up a minute!” Miles laughed as if Gwen would actually obey him (not that she had much choice). One THWIP! of spider-silk from his wrist, and The Tickler’s glove was yanked right off its perch and into his hand. Miles didn't put it on...all he needed to do was hold one of the fingers and wield the feather like a wand.

The quills prickled like thousands of tiny needles against the nape of Gwen's goosebumpy neck...right at the signal source from whence her Spider-Sense was screeching. Any measure of defiance left in her crumbled to dust. Both of her palms slapped over her face...anything to hide it from Miles. She could have fried an egg on her cheeks for how they sizzled.

“VVVVVVVFF-EEEE!!! *Yeek!* OmigodNO - N-no feath-hers, oh my GAWWD, no feahehther-her-hers…*SNORT* AHHHMilesstoppit!” she whined and cried. The feather stroked down across her collarbone, her shoulder blade, under her armpit...

It wasn't long before one of the nigh-innumerable Spider Society horde noticed the sound of embarrassed squeals echoing throughout the gallery and swooped in to investigate. But when this particular Peter Parker entered the hall, it was found vacant. Nothing but various museum exhibits, all undisturbed in their places. And so he left.

Miles, as it turns out, had been practicing a new technique. He wasn't the only person that he could turn invisible.

"Shhh!" he whispered. Gwen was absolutely trembling in his lap, even though the tickling had stopped - it took two hands to stifle her uncontrollable belly laughs. There, with his arms around her and feeling her heartbeat against his, a warmth washed over Miles. There were a million worries flapping around inside his brain...his future with the Spiders, his parents, and he & Gwen...was it right, how they felt about each other, what they were doing? But for a few quiet moments, where nobody could see them, none of that mattered.

He almost kissed the top of her head, but got too antsy.

Maybe next time.

******

*Note: Actual Spider-Man villain. Seriously. I did not make this up.

Victoria/Misto (Cats 2019)

The Egyptian Theater was warm and sleepy that evening. The old sun-shaped stage prop created the perfect napping spot for a young Jellicle, and the white cat lolled blissfully in its hollowed-out cradle. Her left leg dangled down off the side, pendulous and swaying like a metronome, right next to her boyfriend’s nearby head. Mr. Mistoffelees was kneeling there on the floorboards directly beneath, fumbling with a deck of cards.

Victoria peered over the side of her perch and smiled, unnoticed. Just laying beside her magician (well, a bit higher and to the right of him, anyway) carried her off in a cozy bubble of comfort. She just felt content around him. Her hands couldn’t reach to pet him…not from this angle…so instead, she held her slender leg out and, with her big toe, traced gentle crescents behind his ear.

His ear twitched. At first Misto instinctively ducked away from the impromptu scalp scratch, inquisitive chuckle aside ("Heh...what are you doing?"), but he soon came around to her affection and began to purr. His head rolled around across his shoulders, his back arched, and his ears flopped and wagged. Tori could tell the scritches were making him happy. Tufts of black fur shot up like grass between her marble toes, bristling the ball of her foot back and forth, until out of nowhere it made her shiver and pull away.

"Hmhm! Hmf..." she giggled sweetly through her nose. "Your fur tickles."

The tuxedo cat grinned and looked up at her. There was his opening. "Oh, it does?" he taunted. "It does?" With one quick yank, Victoria’s foot was down near his chest, and she was laughing and gripping the sunbeams with all her might. In her meek struggle for balance, that varnished wooden nest fought back with bumpy scrapes against her stomach and her thighs. Taking hold of his tail in his left hand, Misto started painting broad brushstrokes across Victoria’s foot with its fuzzy black tip, and she immediately began to fidget. “What about this?” Misto asked her.

"Heehee-Hih! *gasp* Hn-Hih! Th-hat's not fair, I'm stuck...Hee! It tihickles," the snow-white kitten’s jubilant squeaks bubbled up from inside her. Her ears flattened shyly. Why did this kind of thing happen to her so much? She didn’t hate being tickled, but lately it felt like she’d become something of a Jellicle magnet. If this kept up, she’d have to start wearing her ballet flats 24/7.

Almost as soon as it started, Misto let her go, and Victoria scurried her legs back up inside that little hovel, before turning around and facing him once more. She loved the chalky pink way his nose blushed, and that awkward, crooked smile of his, the one that popped up whenever he finally let himself be playful. He loved how her persimmon lips stood out against her face, and the way her head dropped timidly down to her shoulders when she giggled.

Soon the two were snuggling in each other's arms inside the heart of the sun, just waiting for the Jellicle Moon to rise again.

******

Vi/Caitlyn (Arcane)

The papery bandages around her forearms chafed against Vi's chin. Her elaborate clockwork tattoos peeked out through the rips on her sleeveless blue-hooded top. Pink-and-orange sunset streaked through the nearby glass and bronzed her cheeks. She still wasn’t used to laying on a bed as big and comfy as Caitlyn’s.

"I haven't had a back rub in...probably forever," she mused, still a little apprehensive about this kind of intimate contact.

"It's really relaxing, I promise,” Caitlyn reassured her.

Warm palms kneaded into the Trencher girl's scapula. Spindly fingers performed slow, smooth taffy-machine pulls on the muscles between Vi’s shoulders and neck. At first she resisted, but slowly surrendered to the touching and let herself sink deep into the soft mattress.

“Wow, your…you’re rock solid,” Caitlyn murmured, impressed. Under that jacket, Vi’s physique felt even buffer than it looked. And that intricate body art…Caitlyn was so busy admiring that she neglected to notice how her hands were moving faster, stroking in tandem with her nervous pulse.

Vi froze. Her fingers skittishly drummed against the bedsheet. Everything about Caitlyn's technique was wrong in precisely the wrong ways: the thumbs were rubbing a little too gently down her lats, the fingernails squeezing a smidge too firm between her ribs. It was clumsy, inelegant... ticklish. All it took was one especially-wrong nerve hit, and when she could no longer keep her mouth shut, Vi’s whole body shuddered.

“DAH, Huhuh-Heheh! Hey…watch it,” she laughed. "Careful back there."

“Sorry,” Cait replied, smirking. Her hands plunged back down.

Oh come on…not again. Vi felt like a grape in a wine press when twisting thumbs pushed down hard on her obliques. Her lumbars. Her hipbones. Every knot in her lower back. Her eyes widened, and all the air in her chest squeezed out from between her lips like a squished football deflating.

“Mmff…PFFFFTHnhn!” More wriggles. The bed whined from the kicking lower legs that thumped against it. Caitlyn was at a befuddled junction halfway between offense and joy, between pouting and grinning. Vi always made things difficult for her.

“I am trying to do something nice for you; could you just hold still?”

“GRRRR, stop tickling me!” Vi snapped.

No apology this time. Only a playful tsk, and then the massage resumed.

The fluttery rubbing sensation drilled down through Vi’s back until it scorched the inner wall of her stomach. Her frustrated, reddening facial features scrunched themselves tightly together. She repeatedly slapped the nearby pillow with the ferocity of a grunge drummer. If her bared teeth ground any harder together, her gums would’ve bled.

“NGK! Nooo-hoho; Hng-Hn! Gkkkk…Sss-sss-st-hop i-hih-hit…! Kkkkk!!” The redhead choked on desperate glass-shard sniggers that scraped against the roof of her mouth. She couldn’t stop her angry giggling, and it drove her nuts.

"C-hut it ouuut, I'm gonna punch you!!!" That one wasn't a threat; it was a genuine, heartfelt warning.

Caitlyn couldn’t help but flash a buck-toothed grin...that was probably enough, for both their sakes. She drew back her wiry hands and watched Vi's quivering shoulders slow down, listened to her breath steady itself.

"Ugh...What the hell, Cait?"

“Sorry, it wasn't on purpose. You’re just…I think it’s very…*ahem* …" Now it was the cop's turn to be flustered and rosy-cheeked. "...adorable. How frustrated you get when you’re feeling ticklish.”

Caitlyn was expecting a tease, a playful slap, a snarky reprimand...some kind of retaliation...especially when she saw that smirk in the corner of Vi's mouth. But instead of payback, she received a pleasant surprise: Vi sat up, turned around, and shoved her lips into Caitlyn’s so hard and fast that the blue-haired Enforcer almost fell backward.

...Perhaps she'd have to try this again soon.

******

Kiki/Tombo (Kiki's Delivery Service)

“Hey, Kiki, I was wondering…can witches call their broomsticks to them like a magnet?” Tombo asked studiously, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He and Kiki were relaxing on Ursula’s front porch with glasses of fizzy lemonade, the sticky kind that makes your spit hurt when you drink it. It was a foggy spring morning and the crows were flapping in the damp emerald lawn.

“Hm…I don’t know; I’ve never tried,” she observed. Spying her broom across the clearing, rested against a tree stump, the young courier witch reached out her right hand, poked her tongue out, and concentrated. Unfortunately, Star Wars hadn't been invented yet, so it didn't occur to her to make an Empire Strikes Back reference.

At first her flying stick merely turned. It rocked in the crook of the tree’s roots, but nothing more. Maybe she wasn’t concentrating hard enough? But no sooner had the idea entered her mind than the crude vehicle hoisted itself horizontally, hovered a few feet off the grass, and charged. An invisible hand threw the broom at Kiki like a chucked javelin, and it was soaring straight for her face.

"Whoa! Look out!" Tombo immediately sprung into action, and his quick dive shoved Kiki out of the way just in time for him to take the blow. The broom's handle shot into one sleeve and out the other, dragging the junior aviator off the porch and tossing him headlong to the ground before it finally twitched its last.

“Oh my gosh, Tombo! Are you ok?!” Panicking, Kiki rushed to pull her friend up out of the grass. The broom handle was caught against his neck, parallel to the red-and-white stripes on his chest. He wobbled a bit when he stood...a few green stains on his knees...but was otherwise unscraped.

"Um, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little crooked here," he reassured her, swinging his arms around like a weathervane.

“Oh, thank goodness...Heh...you know, you kind of look like a scarecrow that way."

She was right...he did...but the boy’s gangly T-pose did nothing to deter Ursula’s avian buddies. In fact, right on cue, several of them flocked to his outstretched forearms. One even pecked at his ear.

“Heh-Heh! Guess I’m not a very good one!” The two shared a chuckle, before Kiki helpfully flapped her arm and shooed the birds away. "Hey, thanks. Can you help me get this out? My arms are kinda stuck."

But Kiki wasn't interested in helping right away...his pose had given her other ideas. Before Tombo knew it, Kiki's fingers were strumming up and down his sides with gleeful abandon. She kept pinching his belly and in between his ribs and affectionately watched him wiggle.

"Heh! Heheh-Haha! Hey, cut it ou-howt! Heh! You know I'm ticklish!" Tombo's smile was wide and sunny and dorky as he jumped around in place. Kiki, meanwhile, was positively giddy. She only tickled for a few more seconds...any longer and she would've gotten much too embarrassed...before carefully extricating the misbehaving broom from Tombo's sleeves and throwing it out into the field. Crisis averted.

"Heehee-Hee! I'm sorry, I couldn't help it!"

The boy brushed his sandy hair back and grinned broadly as the two sat again. "Well, you know I can't just let you do that!"

Kiki glanced down. Slowly...making sure to stretch out each moment of tension to its unbearable limits...Tombo was reaching his hands towards her, performing a spidery midair dance with his fingers.

The teen witch was already in a fit of helpless giggles and starting to blush. “Hmhm! Oho no, please don’t do it…” But instead of fleeing or curling up like an armadillo, as Tombo expected, Kiki bent over and quickly slipped her shoes off…first left, then right…and then lifted her arms skyward. “Heehee! Oh my gohosh, no, please…please don't...”

Suddenly, an old door hinge groaned. Bare feet creaked on the cold grey porch step. When Kiki & Tombo turned to look at the source of the noise, there stood Ursula, grinning and tapping her fingers on a steaming blue coffee mug.

"Hey, what are you two doing out here?"

*******A Few Seconds Later*******

"AHHH, Ha-HAAAAA Haha! *gasp* Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha!" Kiki screamed.

"Heheh...Heh! Hng…Heheh-Haha Haha...Hng! Heh! Stop!" Tombo's turn.

Ursula was pinning both of her young friends down to the floorboards, aggressively wiggling her nimble fingers across their bellies and watching them squirm & kick in sync together. “Uh-ohhh; look out! I'm the world's most evil tummy tickler!” She laughed, they laughed; Ursula was clearly relishing her position.

That is, until Kiki and Tombo managed to grab the artist’s ankles amid their struggle, tripped her up, and tickled her feet with her own paintbrushes until she was completely out of breath from laughing.

Kiki often wound up in tickle fights with her friends back home. But she couldn't remember one that was this much fun.

******

Robin/Maid Marian (Robin Hood)

Cops and robbers, such as they were, didn't exist in 12th-century Britannia. So "Robin Hood vs. Prince John" was the game of choice for the rabbit brood. Skippy was playing Robin Hood, of course, which meant Sis & Tagalong were his cohorts. Maid Marian volunteered to be Prince John, so Lady Kluck had to be the Sheriff. That left Robin himself to portray the benevolent King Richard, and Toby Turtle as Sir Hiss.

“A pox on the phony king of England!” Robin cheered. At his command, his noble servants were chasing the “Prince” all over the castle courtyard. They all ran in wild circles over and over, laughing merrily, until Skippy and Tagalong managed to hop up and grab Marian by the wrists. The bunny siblings dangled off of her like bracelets swaying in the breeze, and she bent at the waist as she tried to keep walking.

"We've gotchu now, Prince John!" crowed Skippy. "Give up?"

"Oh no, what-EVER shall I do?" Marian giggled in her most over-dramatic performance yet. "Sir Hiss, seize these scoundrels!"

Toby's head - SHLUNK - sucked back into his shell. He certainly wasn't going to help. Eager to catch their dastardly villain, Sis took matters into her own hands. Jumping in front of the pack, the bunny girl reached up and pawed at the struggling Maid Marian's belly, and Skippy joined the fun by grabbing her side. Immediately, the vixen broke into breathy peals of soft, melodious laughter.

"Ohoho no...Oh no-ho-ho-ho! *gasp* Noooo; anything but tickling, Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha!"

She knew full well that a plea like that would only goad the rambunctious tykes on, but if she were being honest, she was having far too much fun to care. This was as close as she'd get to playing with kids of her own, at least for a little while. Letting loose an enthusiastic yip, Marian fell into the dandelions, and the wrath of the rabbit swarm rained down upon her.

A sextet of bunny hands and paws were grabbing and squeezing and scratching at her tummy. Their little fingers pulled through creases in the silky dress she wore; their feet slid and stomped along her sides and made her wiggle. The kids' squeaky machine-gun giggles were very contagious, and the already-helpless fox couldn't stop laughing herself silly. She jostled and squirmed and had to push Tagalong off of her stomach.

“Ah-Ha Ha-Ha! *gasp* Help! K-Klucky-Hee…Ro...Robin, Heh-Heh-Help!”

"Bawk! Milady! Yer noicest drrrrress!" Klucky honked.

Robin himself was busy chuckling at Marian’s misfortune. Quite clever of them, he thought. They'd make Merry Men yet. His yellow bycocket cap shifted atop his vulpine ears - and suddenly, his thoughts turned to the feather that adorned it. He removed the hat, pulled the long scarlet plume from its sheathe, and twisted it between his fingers, amused. "Ah, there we are..." the outlaw remarked to no one in particular, as if he'd made some unexpected discovery.

Kneeling down, Robin grasped Marian's right ankle and gingerly lifted her leg up out of the weeds. With that roguish, wry smile and an absentminded hum, he stared right into her eyes and swooshed the feather back and forth across the bottom of her foot.

"Oh!! *gasp* Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha!! *gasp*hic* Haha-Ha! Oh dohon't, please, I...I d-hon't think I can stand any more, Ha-Ha Ha!” she cried. Pools of pink stained her cheeks. Her long eyelashes were dripping wet.

"Hmm, I think the prisoner has learned their lesson, don't you, kids?" Robin declared. Despite a few protests and "awwww"s, everyone backed off, leaving the exhausted Marian alone in the grass to catch her breath. "The Prince has been vanquished!!"

"Long live Robin Hood!" Skippy cried, holding his wooden sword triumphantly aloft, cheered on by his adulating sisters. While the kids danced in a circle singing "Prince John the Worst" off-key, Robin traipsed through the flowerbed over to his lady fair and tenderly offered her his palm.

"Oh, my hero; you've come to rescue me," Marian sighed, still all atwitter and breathless and fanning herself.

But instead of taking his hand, Marian pulled Robin down into the sunny spring field with her. Robin sent her his most disarmingly handsome smolder, and when she shied away, he slowly kissed her cheek. Their embrace was perfectly accompanied by the sounds of Sis and Tagalong giggling at them in the background...and of Skippy pretending to vomit.

"Blech!" he mumbled. "...Sissy stuff."

******

Neytiri/Jake (Avatar)

Neytiri sat up and slowly pulled her feet from beneath the powdery white sand. Infinitesimal shards of salt and earth and coral and glass sifted through the gaps between her toes with a quiet hiss. Pandoran beaches were very soft.

Jake emerged from the water and strode over to her resting spot. The sand was so smooth that he didn't even leave footprints; the pale flecks of dust simply clung to his body. "You think we should get back?" he asked her. "Mo'at's probably gonna be pissed."

"Mmmm..." Neytiri sighed contentedly and closed her eyes. "Not yet. I am too relaxed to move."

“Well here…lemme help you.” Not waiting for a rebuttal, Jake immediately stepped over her reclining legs, turned his back, and plopped down right on her ankles, straddling them. Neytiri looked bemused by his antics.

"What? What are you...AHH!!!! HN...Huheh-HEEE Heehee-Hee! NO! No PLEASE; HA-HA HA-HA!!"

The Omatikaya princess’ loud shriek scattered the nearby flock of tetrapteron into the salty air. Her grin threatened to split her cheeks open. Jake's fingertips were mercilessly prodding and caressing underneath her toes, and every single touch made her want to scream.

"Not that! G-get AWAY from MEE-HEE!!!" But her mate said nothing. Grinning, Jake bent all ten of his fingers...those damn Sky People with their extra digits...and scratched them up and down on her massive sky-blue soles.

“J-Jake!! My JAHAY-HA-HA-HA!!!” Neytiri tried to beg, but couldn't get the words out. Her voice leapfrogged through the entire octave scale, from bird chirps all the way down to breathy hyucks erupting from deep in her belly. She thrashed around frantically, her butt bouncing against the sand, and left a flurry of stinging open-palm slaps across her husband's back; even he could barely wrestle her down. Braids and beads tangled themselves like seaweed across her screaming face...how undignified it was, to constantly spit out strands of dreadlocked hair in between her bouts of tearful hysteria.

Jake didn't quit torturing her until she managed to lurch herself forward...the crunch burned her elongated stomach...and threw both of her hands at his armpits. He laughed and jumped aside at the unexpected tickle, before spinning around and scooping Neytiri into his arms. In a moment she was flat on her back once again, with Jake hovering over her and blotting out the sun, a toruk in his own right. The tremors in her chest slowed down, but her anger only boiled hotter. The smug, dopey jarhead smile of his...why didn't she hate it?

"I...*huff*...will...make you suffer for this...*wheeze*...Jake Sully," she hissed at her mate, flashing jagged fangs.

Rather than fear her, or even apologize, Jake simply tweaked her nose and pecked her on the forehead. What an asshole.

Maybe she could let him off the hook. Just this once.

******

[halfhoursonearth-writes]

As I write through the timeline of Sozin's Comet in my current fic, I'm having a fresh bout of finale feels. In particular, I've been ruminating on how Aang and Katara's romantic ending unfolds in a way that undermines Katara's character arc. (And this rumination has grown into a wall of text. Truly, who let me on this platform?)

I'm not even thinking about the kiss. I've been stuck on that scene at Zuko's coronation where the shot pans around Aang then Katara, gazing dreamily up at the Avatar. You know the one. The moment when we the viewers are suddenly made to understand that she's admiring Aang anew, romantically.

Prior to this, the last time we see Katara and Aang interact is before the Avatar disappears. More specifically, we see Aang huff off after getting frustrated at Katara for trying to help when she doesn't fully appreciate the moral quandary he's grappling with.

For Katara, who has carried the wounds of her father leaving her behind for war most of her life, it is hard to imagine Aang's departure could fail to stir up feelings of abandonment, even if she doesn't believe he intended to disappear. But, like Zuko says to her as Aang first walks away, the Avatar does need time to figure out his way forward alone.

To find a path to victory that does not compromise his ethical framework is a solo undertaking for the Avatar, one his friends have demonstrated they cannot be part of, not even Katara, who has always been there to lift him up before. That he didn't need to rely on his steadiest supporter for this marks important character growth for Aang; we already have been told that letting go of some level of his earthly attachment to Katara is built into his character journey. And the need to uphold his peoples' legacy is an essential character motivation for Aang. There is something powerful about the notion that, as the last airbender, he must seek out the right approach to this last task on his own.

But what about Katara's essential character motivations? As we're told and shown, she will never turn her back on the people that need her. It's one of her great virtues, and we're given no reason to think otherwise. Helping people who need her is where we see Katara find her greatest fulfillment. For most of ATLA, helping Aang is at the heart of this.

But at the coronation? Aang has just come back after appearing to abandon Katara to be celebrated for a victory he didn't need her help to achieve.

And standing next to Aang is Zuko, who acknowledged that he needed Katara's help to embrace his destiny, and who in turn, granted her the opportunity to embrace hers.

I think it's worth pausing on the fact that the show gives Katara a tremendous arc. She transforms from a child whose life has been upended by war—gifted with a power that she can't harness, and burdened with grief and hurt she can't let go of—into a catalyst for global change, one of the greatest-ever masters of her element, and a person capable of offering world-changing forgiveness where it is earned. When Katara was a child, the Fire Nation came uninvited into the heart of her community and upended her life, and in the finale, she arrives in the heart of the Fire Nation to upend the same order that ravaged her home in the name of peace—an achievement that is made possible by both her hard work (bending mastery) and her compassion (extending empathy, forgiveness and life-saving assistance to Zuko).

In the finale, Katara affirms that by helping the people who need her, she can change the world.

In the finale, Aang affirms that singular conviction to his ideals can guide his way, even if it is a path he must walk alone.

Can these visions of self and purpose be reconciled in a healthy partnership? Certainly. In fact, I can see how Aang letting go of Katara's constant help—and Katara letting go of an Aang-centric identity—supports a healthy future romantic relationship for the two of them, where their dynamic finds a balance it never has during ATLA. But Katara and Aang haven't worked through any of that yet. If they have spoken at all before the coronation—if he has, for instance, apologized for disappearing—it was not deemed essential content for the viewer.

And what marks Katara's epiphany of love? The moment when Aang is celebrated as "the real hero" for what he has achieved in her absence. For this to ring emotionally true, for this to be the moment she knows she loves him, she must subsume her character arc and motivations (which are inherently collaborative) to Aang's individual journey. His story, his desires, they come first. It's his show, after all.

And none of this is news, of course. It's barely boot-scuffs on well-trodden ground. The abandonment of Katara's hero arc is canon; where the hell is her statue? etc.

But still, I'm stuck on Katara watching proudly from the crowd. If that moment doesn't feel quite right—it never has for me—maybe you want more for Katara. I'd put her on the dais, but I'll settle for something subtler.

Just for a moment, after she looks up proudly at Aang, let's nudge her admiring gaze a little to the right. Who does she see? Someone who has come to deserve his honorable destiny because he would cast it aside to save a life—her life, the life of a girl he once betrayed to lay claim to that purported honor. Jumping in front of that lightning, Zuko shows he will choose humans over concepts and that, at any cost, he will be there for the people that need him. That's what will make him a good leader. He and Katara, over long-woven arcs, affirmed this truth together.

She looks on admiringly. She made this possible.

She should be proud. Of both of her friends, but more importantly, of herself.

Is this an argument for Zutara over Kataang in the finale? I don't think so. That's probably a different accidental essay.

This is merely a longwinded observation that Avatar the Last Airbender built powerful, beautiful, arcs. But in the very end, it didn't tend them all the same. And after all this time, it still rankles.

[chiefbeifongcanrailme]

For the DVD commentary, from My Brother's Girlfriend:

You see, Tenzin admitted that he was quite the romantic. He had a talk with his parents about it very early on in life. He told them that he didn't want to be the father of the air nation even though that would inadvertently be his responsibility. He wanted to give his children the same childhood he had: one where his parents loved him and his siblings the same: bending, warts and all. He wanted to marry for love: not to repopulate the world of it's airbenders. Aang had hugged his son tightly that night. At the ripe age of eleven, the boy understood what most of his older acolytes couldn't seem to follow. Yes, the world needed more airbenders. Yes, what happened to the airbenders was an atrocity. But it happened in the past. Neither can one dwell in the past, nor must they yearn for a future. What mattered was the present and what one can do with the gift of today. Aang always told his kids to do their best every day and if they did that, the universe had it's ways of rewarding them. That night, Aang promised his son that he'd be free to do as his heart desired. That the universe will settle the unbalance.

And then there were airbenders. His own brother amongst them. 

Tenzin's conundrum between choosing a man, woman, or bender he loved and his legacy was finally resolved. Even though his father and the Avatar had already given him the freedom, this was the universe's way of telling him he was indeed free to make his own choices. He liked to think that everything changed after harmonic convergence, but really nothing had. He still traveled the world and taught the principles of air nation alongside airbending wherever needed. He spent a total of two years at every temple, summoning more and more airbenders and introducing them to their element. Even though he was constantly surrounded by benders and acolytes alike, the experience was rather isolating. Aang and Katara would visit him from time to time, but his only loyal companion was his trusty sky bison, Oogie, who grew up with the young bender. 

No, but this was not about legacies or bending. 

Tenzin was displeased- furious even, at whom, however, he didn't know. But why? Clear as day. Because while he was searching far and wide for the love of his life, his unknowing brother slid right past and won her over with his unequivocal charm. He couldn't even blame her- not that he knew her or her type- to fall in love with someone like Bumi. For the longest time, Tenzin would wonder how he was actually related to this cacophony of a man and to think that now his whole purpose- his soulmate- was the very point of commonality between them. 

Coming to Chapter 2 of My Brother's Girlfriend, where the plot actually begins plotting: I like to think of the first chapter as kind of a prologue, with the second chapter being where to story actually starts.

This whole excerpt here serves as the "We are throwing all of canon into the trash and this is what's up" memo to catch the audience up with what setting this fic/ship is going to take place in.

As you all know better than anyone by now, I love a good "more than one person is in love with Lin and she's oblivious" trope. But, because of canon, I also LOVE a good jealous Tenzin fic. My guilty pleasure is those fics where Lin and Bumi are together and Tenzin is losing his mind from the moment he finds out.

So, it was only fitting to sorta re-do canon from the point where it became a problem for my first ship: Linzin. What if Aang led the Harmonic Convergence instead of it being a random consequence of the actions of Korra and Jinora? What if Tenzin stayed true to being an air nomad? What if the oldest two kids of the legends of the 100 year war got together?

Despite poking holes in the "plot" of canon, I wanted to keep the characters true to as they were written. And enter, Tenzin: a hopeless romantic. Inspired by his own parents' iconic love story, he feels almost entitled, if not blessed to the opportunity of true love. He plays by the book. He does his due diligence. And he knew the universe would reward him. He didn't need to marry and "breed" for the sake of is legacy anymore. In fact, it wasn't just him, he was sharing the weight with Bumi who had gained airbending through Harmonic Convergence (on that note: I also wanted to explore what Bumi would be like had he not had the whole "I am a disappointment because I'm not an airbender" thing going on. Would he still join the United Forces? If so, would he return home once he got airbending?).

In that regard, Bumi and Tenzin surely have a better relationship here than in canon- in the sense that they don't resent each other and their parents for their biases. But there's still some tension due to their polar opposite personalities, and furthermore, there's one-sided tension on Tenzin's side because he falls hopelessly in love with Lin, at first sight. One minute he's thinking of ways to ask Lin out without wasting any time, and the next, he is introduced to her as his brother's girlfriend.

Like canon, Tenzin can be pretty entitled. He strongly believes that Lin's with the wrong man. He doesn't seem care to think about Lin's feelings on the matter. He has this mindset that's like "if she could fall for Bumi, she could definitely fall for me with so much more ease." And because of that mindset, he is convinced at a very shallow level, that Bumi stole his girl.

I hope you enjoyed this commentary!

[riverdalenerdlol]

Alright I guess it’s my turn. Sappy reflection under the cut.

I started watching Riverdale when I was sixteen, and I had a few personal issues but the BLUF is that I thought romantic relationships were no good and probably the worst thing you could find yourself in.

And then I watched Riverdale S1, and fell in love with Bughead while watching them fall in love. It really got me away from all those horrible feelings about the previous toxic high school relationship I was in.

I was sixteen and in my junior year of high school when I discovered this show, which was about halfway through S2 (I think it was 2x14 I was caught up to real time?) and I distinctly remember screaming into the void when Jughead nearly died at the end of the season.

I got into fanfic between S2 and 3, because there was an extreme lack of content and I had ideas that needed to be put on paper. The rest is history, I guess.

This show and the characters have helped me get through some tough times, and writing both helped me find this community and express ideas stuck in my mind. Today being the series finale really reminded me of the glory days of Bughead - I’ve really missed seeing all of your lil icons pop up on my feed and I’m glad I got to see them one more time before we’re out of RAS content, and these characters become ours.

For me, Riverdale ended a long time ago (before BarCheating in S4), but now that it’s officially over I’m never going to forget the people I’ve met like @sabs1d and @mrsreinhart and the universes I’ve created where Betty and Jughead can have their happily ever afters.

I’ll still be here, and I’ll still be me. I might be a bit more obsessed with Avatar: The Last Airbender and associated series than before, but Betty and Jughead are my forever OTP.

In the end, this show has seen me grow up - from 16 to 22 I’ve had years of fun. I’m not done writing, I’m just waiting for the inspiration to continue my stories and things. All my writers get me - creating in our heads even tho it doesn’t make it on the page.

Thanks to Riverdale for the insanity and the accelerating aging you have caused me, I will never forget you. And not on purpose lol.

[ga3lixir]

Looking for Literate Roleplay!

Hello! I'm Alex and I'm looking for some fandom roleplay! The rest of the post will give more info.

BLANKET STATEMENT: MY AGE RANGE IS 16-21, PLEASE DON'T ADD/MESSAGE IF UR OVER OR UNDER THAT, THANK U

Basic and Needed Information

The roleplays I am looking for are mostly romantic in nature, usually shipping a canon character(CC) with another CC. I might be ok with some OC x CC or OC x OC depending on the circumstance, though!

I am open to ERP, however I am not ok with that being the main purpose of the RP. Plot is a necessity for me in some sense. As well as that, I will not be ok with jumping straight into sm*t, there has to be build up an

d I have to get comfortable with you.

I am separate from the character I am playing. I am not comfortable with being genuinely flirted with.

I use tone tags when OOC...kind of a lot lol. If you ever don't know what they mean, just ask and I can send my fancy lil chart.

Now that that stuff is out of the way, let's get into the RP stuff!

2. Fandoms!

I am open to rping in any of these fandoms(The purple ones are the ones I either main or want to do the most): The Owl House, Amphibia, Gravity Falls, How to Train Your Dragon(not including the Nine Realms), She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, The Dragon Prince, Sanders Sides, Miraculous, Avatar the Last Airbender, Pokémon, Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel

Ones that I have/would make an OC for : The Owl House, Miraculous, Hazbin Hotel

3. Types of Roleplay

As said, I do mostly CC x CC romantic RP.

Favourite Ships(Purple are ones I main): Lumity, Huntlow/Winter, Raeda, Sashanarcy, Marcanne, Dipcifica, Hicstrid, Catradora, Rayllum, Ruthari, Amaya x Janai, Prinxiety, Dukexiety, Anxceit, Analogical, Logince, Adrienette, The M&Ms, Stolitz,

Characters I Play: Amity, Hunter, King, Raine, Marcy, Anne, Dipper, Hiccup, Catra, Entrapta, Double Trouble, Rayla, Callum, Runaan, Ethari, Amaya, Virgil, Roman, Janus, Logan, Adrien/Chat Noir, Moxxie, Blitz, Stolas

List of AUs for reference(I am more than open to others, these are just some from the top of my head): Coffee Shop AU, University AU, Avian AU, Hero AU, High School AU, Supernatural AU, Angel/Demon AU, Medieval AU, Magic/Fantasy AU, ABO AU

4. Limits

These are just some general limits I have with everyone, it doesn't matter who you are.

Out of character serious flirting

ERP with characters who are minors/being played as minors

Inc*st/Selfc*st(ex. R*mrom, Dipper and Mabel, etc.)

Minor x adult(ex. Eda x Luz)

S*xualising minors in or out of character

The Basics(TM): Homophobia, Transphobia, Racism, Sexism, etc.

Traumadumping w/out warning

B*astiality

If you are interested in anything I have mentioned here, just shoot me a DM on here or discord! My user there is the same as here(ga3lixir), and that is the only place I'll do roleplays. If you made it this far, thank you even if you're not interested.

[inklessletter]

Let's do this. From questions listing. txmblr co/ post/108795761380/ random-questions (had to alter the url to send) 1,6,9,11,13,14,19,22,24,34,39,44,45,46,47,48,67,71,74,75,76,84,91,99,102,104,105,106,108,109,123,132,133,134,138,145,148,149. Or all of them if you feel adventurous! 🧠🤭

Holy COW NONNIE, you're putting me to work here (my entire fault). Let's go!

1. Do you bite or lick ice cream? Wanna lick it, but I end up biting it. Everytime.

6. Describe a moment in which you did something unacceptable in a bad situation. I didn't want to be social during my grandfather's waking, so I dove in the book I was currently reading. It was Bram Stoker's Dracula.

9. How many all nighters have you pulled? I don't know. A lot. (and only one of them was partying, I am not a party person)

11. How many romantic "things" or "flings" have you had? Four. (I am not counting my current relationship, eleven years it's far too long to be considered a fling).

13. What is your favorite background noise? Music.

14. How many hearts do you think you have broken? Only one. I hope. I don't wanna hurt people.

19. Have you played any instruments before? Which instruments? I wish. Well, no, wait. Not professionally I have done my things with ukulele and kalimba. And a little bit of piano when I was a child.

22. What is the best advice someone has ever given you? Trust the process.

24. How do you cheer yourself up after a bad day? Music, singing my heart out and drawing. Simultaneously. Or a good cry (often simultaneously, too).

34. Which fantasy world would you like to visit the most? Either Kingdom Hearts or The Last Airbender's world. I would go to Hawkins to give Steve a high five, but I wouldn't stay (maybe I would try to bring him back to the future with me).

39. Name the last book you read. 'A court of thorns and roses'.

44. Do you like and appreciate your life? Yes, and every step I took to get here, even the mistakes.

45. Do you like and appreciate yourself? Not everytime, but I try to keep that positivity frequent.

46. When was the last time you cried? Last Tuesday night, when my dog got sick and I didn't know what to do to make him feel better. It broke my heart.

47. What are you scared of? Butteflies, depth of the sea (thalassofobia), and on a more trascendental side, I'm terrified of not being enough for the people I love.

48. What is the most embarrassing, cringe-worthy thing you have ever done? Oh holy shit. I kind of sang in my highschool graduation a very inappropriate song that was a hit back a the time. To the date, my fiancé just doesn't know which song it was. Top secret thing. God, the embarrassment.

67. Do you have a favorite Disney movie? Character? The Little Mermaid, and it would be Ariel.

71. What scares you most about the future? In a personal level, pregnancy and losing people.

74. What are some of your New Year's resolutions? Getting back to drawing (yay me!). (I'm already telling you that next year's is going to be making a living out of it.)

75. What is your life story in 6 words? So she decided to trust herself.

76. Describe yourself in one word. Summer.

84. List the 3 most important people in your life right now. My fiancé and my parents.

91. What is your worst memory or creepiest experience? My worst memory is from last year, when someone who I cared about deeply and thought they were a friend publicly humilliated me using every bit of knowledge they had about me against me, to break me in purpose. They succeeded.

99. What languages can you speak? Spanish and English.

102. What ended your last relationship? I wasn't enough.

104. What is the most terrifying dream you've ever had? I want to shout to warn someone and no one listens to me, because I can't speak, or I'm invisible. It's a recurrent nightmare but I haven't had those in a while.

105. When was the last time you got seriously angry? Last year, when I started to heal from what I explained in 91. I got furious when I understood that I didn't deserve that shit (because, oh, they made me believe for a second that I did.)

106. What was the last friendship you broke? See 91.

108. Who was the last person you gave a hug to? My fiancé, before he left for work.

109. When was the last time you got seriously stressed? I haven't been unstressed since 2020. But I guess the last time that it got really bad was last February when I had a panic attack at work in front of my boss (was embarrassing, really).

123. What is your morning routine? Breakfast with my dog (coffee, a toast with butter, a piece of fruit, and a carrot for him). Then brush my teeth, make up, off to work.

132. What is your opinion on "going with the flow? Go with the flow unless something inside you tells you to turn away or it feels dangerous. If going with the flow means leaving your comfort zone and you're not ready for it, then don't do it. But if it feels like it's time, or might be fun, give it a shot. (PLEASE READ THIS ALWAYS IN A SAFE ENVIRONMENT)

133. Do you enjoy talking or listening? I like listening more than talking (which might sound silly and dishonest since I'm talking A LOT in this post).

134. When is it time to end a friendship? When you can't trust that person anymore, or it is harming you to keep that friendship alive. Distancing is normal, people change, goes different ways. But keeping someone in your life when you know that they're bad for you is a mistake, in my experience, at least.

138. When was the last time you had a deep conversation with someone? Last Friday, with my mom.

145. What is your opinion on second chances? I believe in second chances, but in certain situations and environments. I believe in second chances when they've learned their lesson and changed, and worked for it. I don't believe in second chances when the differences between both parties are irredeemable. Second chances are asking for flexibility, and that should come both ways.

148. What advice would you give to yourself 5 years ago? Buy that tablet. Now.

149. How organized are you? I am a mess of a person (but I try not to).

-- If you want to play this little game, go ahead and send an ask!

[ao3feed-drstrange]

No Worlds With No Hearts

by EvanlynLifemercy Six of young adult wizards... and then some. Six of Loki's children. Six worlds collectively entering the era of chaos. Awesome Asgardians, confused Avengers and meddling elderly people. You know the drill. Portals. Prophecies. Not the romantic kind of forced proximity. Deadly trials. Magical sources of near infinite power. Family secrets. Identity reveals. Some angst and existential crisis sprinkled in here and there. The wizardlings having a great deal of new responsibilities dropped on them out of the blue and struggling to find the essence of their so called great purpose, with Loki's children wrecking mayhem to their hearts delight. And the slowly approaching doomsday, an unpleasant notion never far from everyone's thoughts. Just another day in paradise! Words: 2224, Chapters: 1/26, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, W.I.T.C.H., Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005), The Legend of Vox Machina (Cartoon), Shadow and Bone (TV), Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, How to Train Your Dragon (Movies), Thor (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Loki (Marvel), Sigyn (Marvel), Loki's Children (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Council of Kandrakar, Stephen Strange, Minerva McGonagall, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Bill Weasley, Percy Weasley, Fleur Delacour, Penelope Clearwater, Weasley Family (Harry Potter), Avengers Team Members (Marvel), Other(s) Relationships: Loki/Sigyn (Marvel), Loki & Loki's Children (Marvel), Loki & Thor (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja & Loki (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja & Thor (Marvel), Minerva McGonagall & Stephen Strange, Hermione Granger & Neville Longbottom & Luna Lovegood & Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Penelope Clearwater/Percy Weasley, Bill Weasley & Weasley Family Additional Tags: Angst and Drama, Multiverse, Good Loki (Marvel), King Thor (Marvel), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Frigga Lives (Marvel), Evil Odin (Marvel), Protective Loki (Marvel), Powerful Loki (Marvel), Hela is Loki's Child (Marvel), Dark Fantasy, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Fate & Destiny, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Hogwarts Eighth Year, Mentor Minerva McGonagall, Night Terrors, Magical Artifacts, Forced Bonding, Enemies to Friends, Family Secrets, Recovered Memories, BAMF Bill Weasley, Protective Molly Weasley, Identity Reveal, Badass Penelope Clearwater, Near Death Experiences, Character Development, Personal Growth, Amora Being an Asshole (Marvel), Dark Theodore Nott, It Gets Worse via https://ift.tt/H8yGLVX

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hi, can I get a matchup with a guy from ATLA, Howl's Moving Castle and Hazbin Hotel please? 😊

I'm a curvy girl (she/her) with long brown wavy hair and chocolate brown eyes, I wear glasses.

I'm compassionate, funny, loyal, homey, thoughtful, kind-hearted and a daydreamer. I'm also bilingual, an ambivert, an INFP and a Gryffindor.

I have a curious and creative mind, and I'm always up for an adventure.

I'm very protective of my loved ones. Also sometimes I can be stubborn and insecure.

I like reading, listening to music, exploring new places, stargazing, watching movies, walking in the forest, writing, taking pictures, the smell of the rain and Christmas is my favourite time of the year! ✨

Thank you so much!!💛

Hi Anon! Ooh, my first Hazbin Hotel request! I've been looking forward to writing for this. Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In Avatar: The Last Airbender, I match you with...

Aang is definitely very similar to you due to his humorous nature and his loyalty. He admires those qualities in you and is glad that you’re able to understand him in ways others can’t.

The protectiveness definitely goes both ways as well. Even though it may seem like he’s quite a carefree person, Aang cares deeply about those he loves and considering everything that’s happened to him, he’s going to protect you with everything he’s got.

I definitely headcanon that Aang speaks at least two languages, possibly more. The air nomads may be steeped in tradition, but I can also see them as people who learn as much as they can about other cultures.

If you speak the same languages, he would love having “secret” conversations with you when there are other people around. He thinks it’s fun and a bit romantic.

Would absolutely take you stargazing. Heck, he can literally fly the two of you to the top of a mountain for the best view.

In Howl's Moving Castle, I match you with...

While this may seem like a strange match, I want you to hear me out! I think Prince Justine is more similar to you than initially meets the eye.

He definitely seems like the kind of person who would fully dedicate himself to the person he cares about most and since that’s you, he’s going to do everything in his power to make sure you’re happy.

He really admires your kind-heartedness. With the war going on, he’s of the strong belief that there need to be more people like you in the world.

Being nobility places a heavy strain on him so he would love going on walks through nature with you. It’s quiet and secluded so he won’t have to worry about people bothering him and he gets to spend quality time with you. It’s a win-win!

Loves reading with you. He finds it so relaxing. Whether you’re reading aloud to him, he’s looking over your shoulder and you’re reading in silence, or you’re reading separate books with your shoulders pressed together, he’s happy.

In Hazbin Hotel, I match you with...

Ah, Lucifer. He’s still trying to get over his wife disappearing for seven years and then you waltz into his life all kind and hopeful in a land of sinners.

I think he’s going to be initially almost scared of your compassionate nature but the genuine feeling of home you radiate draws him back to you every time.

Loves that you’re a daydreamer. I can definitely see him as someone who will just space out for a while thinking about his next rubber duck so he’s glad you have first-hand experience and can understand.

I think your adventurous nature does worry Lucifer a bit, especially since he knows Hell isn’t the safest place for someone like you. He’s worried someone will try to take advantage of you or kidnap you for nefarious purposes.

But your stubbornness and protectiveness (which hopefully extends to you as well as other people) gives him comfort. You can handle yourself. And worst comes to worse, he’ll be there in a moment to help you out.

[smoshgoshbefosh]

First and Last Lines!

rules: post the first and last lines of the last 10 fics you posted.

I was tagged by the awesome @japhan2024. I'm gonna do fics from both of my AO3 accounts. People I know in real life follow one so I had to make a separate one for some of my- ahem- other stories.

A Vegan Hallmark Movie. (Ian/Anthony, rated G.)

For nearly twenty years, the fans have been telling Anthony he's in love with Ian.

Anthony beamed, "I think that's a great idea."

2. Pebbles and Pancake (Multi-chapter fic. Ian/OC. Rated PG. This one isn't finished so this is first line and most recent line.)

"God damn, what is in this box?"

“Alright, man, whatever,” Anthony sighed, “At least we’re hanging out right now. Come on, I’ll let you try out this game first.”

3. The Forty-Four Series (Umbrella Academy. Five & OC. Platonic relationships are just as important as romantic ones I am willing to die on this hill.)

In the twelfth hour of October 1, 1989, forty-four women around the world gave birth.

Five and I walked side by side out of the garden.

4. Book One: Purpose. (Avatar The Last Airbender. The Gaang & OC. Multi-chaptered fix that isn't finished. This is the first line and the most recent line.)

"Uhm, hello?"

I didn’t realize my hands were being tied behind my back until the ropes started to cut into my wrists. In the blink of an eye, I was being dragged into the foliage, shouting the entire way.

5. Even Gold Decays (Narnia. Second book in the series.)

“Come on!” Peter shouted, “We can’t lose it now!”

Taking one last look at the silk wrapping what is precious, I closed the lid.

6. Ripley Curbello and The New Kid. (Percy Jackson And The Olympians book series. Book two of the series. Unfinished.)

Being a year rounder at Camp Half Blood had its perks.

Both of us glanced back to see Chiron smiling, but I was the only one to feel the darkness he hid behind it.

7. Little Fighter (Owl House. Unfinished.)

“It’s not too late to homeschool me,” I said.

“I hate it here,” I muttered.

8. The Legend of Three (Legend of Zelda. Unfinished.)

His favorite spot was on that ledge.

Placing her fists on her hips, she said, “Let’s go, I have a feeling more than just Calien are waiting for us.”

9. Lonely Librarian and the Loner Library Man. (Early MCU. Bucky Barnes & OC.)

I hadn’t seen my family for years.

“That’s what friends do,” I smiled when we pulled apart, “Now, get to scrubbing, before I have to tell our boss you’re slacking off.”

I only have nine published right now. I tag anyone who wants to play!

[charlotteannhasaplan]

🪵 charlotte-ann aka charlotteannhasaplan ; multi purpose blog

🪵 21, british, she/her, july 7, illustration student

🪵 studio ghibli enthusiast. lover of tea, nature, fish and stars. foolish romantic. loves to be dependable.

📖 reading : the courage to be disliked by ichiro kishimi and fumitake koga

🎬 watching : avatar the last airbender, normal people

[coreofgold]

Was that [CHEN FEIYU]? Oh no no, that was just [LU TEN], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER]. They are [TWENTY ] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

How long has your character been here Lu Ten has been here for around a year

What is your character’s job He's a soldier on Special Forces but while he's not deployed he's a college student studying politics but he really wants to be an artist

Where has your character been pulled from in their fandom His death

Has any magic affected your character The biggest thing is that he was brought back to life ! Other than that. . .not much really

And any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know!! Wiki Here Wiki 2 Here Birthday: September 29 (When Tales of Ba Sing Se aired) Siblings: none but has Zuko and Azula as cousins Zodiac: Libra Species: human Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Black

Scars: chronic chest pain from where he was fatally wounded, various scars and wounds from the 600 day siege of Ba Sing Se

Personality: intelligent, loyal, jovial, kind, critical of himself, perfectionist, idealistic, protective, altruistic, passionate, determined, tactful, expert tactician, sensitive, artsy

Romantic Orientation: bisexual but male leaning

Sexual Orientation: bisexual but male leaning

Headcanons 1. Was and is very close with his father and gets his love of tea and to a lesser extent, the art side of him from his father because he nudged him to do something peaceful 2. Is a flirt like his father and is bisexual, though he's more male leaning and sometimes thinks he's gay and just flirts with women to cover it up. He knows how the Fire Nation and their laws are so he's kept that part very hidden. . .but is willing to come out to Iroh. Regardless of the flirting, he never really felt any sort of connection with those he flirted with (which made him think he might be gay because he feels the start of it with the men he'd teasingly flirt with) 3. Loves his cousins but knows they can be crazy so he's really the normal one out of them. Since he has no siblings, his cousins are pretty much like siblings to him so he loves them so much. 4. Is also very close with Azulon and would love to speak to him at all hours of the night, just to bond and talk with him. SO really he had a happy and. . .sort of dysfunctional but pretty much normal childhood (though it did hurt when he realized at a young age that his uncle Ozai hated him and didn't like him, but he's family so he grinned and bared it since it wasn't outwardly) 5. He died when he was twenty ( a few years older than Zuko) and he died protecting one of other soldiers from an attack. I also think at first he was taken as prisoner but managed to escape 6. Yes he probably would be imperialist like the Fire Nation normally is and would go crazy, but since he was young when he died, I like to think he's not as blood thirsty. He rather not fight but fighting is the only thing he can do until he becomes Fire Lord and can lead differently and with less fighting; But since he knows right now there's a goal at the end, he chooses to fight (though when he first fought and killed someone he got sick). He doesn't have the heart or stomach for killing but. . .it's what expected so as long as he thinks that in the end it will be for a purpose then it keeps him going enough. He even tries just to harm them instead of murder, but with war you never know. 7. Sword fighting was a challenge to learn and he would get frustrated when he failed, he'd never give up on it and would love to find new ways to learn and get better so. . .he's decent in weaponry; He really prefers using fire bending and used to abuse it by using it on everything. Needed to heat up the tea ? Fire bending. Wanted to tease his cousins ? Fire bending. Was cold ? Fire bending. He truly was on par with Azula 8. Loves to paint and read up on history. Those were good things when to unwind when he'd get frustrated on how his lessons were going or when he wanted to be alone. He was always interested in history and the law since it was ingrained by his family. Art came to him when he decided to travel around the Fire Nation as part of his studies. 9. I don't know if I will incorporate this but he definitely will have some type of PTSD and trauma response from the war. Not sure what it will manifest as or if I will go through with it as to not offend but he definitely was affected by the war in some way

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

"the deep relationship between aang and zuko feels thrown out of left field to me in lok"

why is this the funniest and also the saddest take i've ever seen in my life lmfao. did they not watch atla and see how aang is the first to extend friendship to zuko, the first to truly accept him into the gaang, the first to forgive him for everything he'd done, the only person that zuko initiates a hug with besides mai (and possibly iroh), the only person zuko asks to have at his side as he's crowned fire lord, zuko's primary narrative foil, the one zuko shares dreams with, the one zuko shares the secret of firebending with, the only one besides mai and iroh that can get zuko to smile that™ smile - like hello?? they had one of the deepest relationships in atla alone lmao! i haven't even seen lok but the implication that their relationship only grows stronger over the years makes perfect sense to me

[kataraslove]

I'm so tired of people claiming being a kataang fan just makes you a aang stan first who has zero respect for katara and nor a true katara fan when we aren't purposely ignoring canon of her being the one to suggest kissing and being super affectionate with aang. They ignore katara clearly telling toph she dislikes being viewed as a mom while antis insist momtara is canon

Kataang fans show way more respect for katara than they do they treat enjoying canon as a moral failing and I'm tired of em acting like kataang fans are shallow sexist men when plenty of us happen to be women enjoying canon shouldn't be so controversial

the “kataang stans are primarily aang stans that don’t care about katara” is such a ridiculous take to me because there’s so many kataang fans I’ve met that prefer katara. a lot of us are in fandom spaces creating said kataang content and making kataang defense arguments about katara’s role in the relationship and the many positive ways it benefits her. i would not be shipping kataang as hard as i do if there weren’t clear substantial evidence that katara is crazy about that boy in her own ways, and feels passionate towards him in a way that she doesn’t feel towards other members of the gaang. yet her feelings for him are either categorized as motherly love and affection or her appreciating him only when he’s the avatar and fulfilling avatar duties. I’ve mentioned this before, but to truly appreciate kataang as a ship or even katara & aang’s bond (platonic or romantically), you need to be well-versed in katara’s character. and thankfully, a lot of kataang fans engaging in fandom can understand and write katara really well, even if they prefer aang among the two.

kataang fans have created and/or produced post-atla headcanons such as katara creating hospitals, working clinic rotations, inventing the infrastructure of the public health care system for republic city, establishing republic city alongside aang (which is pretty much canon as per imbalance and avatar legends), chief katara, sitting on the republic city council, opening up waterbending schools, and plenty more. we’ve always been the main ones pushing the “master katara and her husband avatar aang” comments, until it was finally canonized in avatar legends lore. we’ve been the main ones emphasizing that katara is still a child (albeit a very mature one), who still often acts like a child and ought to be treated like one in fandom. we’ve criticized the adultification & hypersexualization of katara by fandom when she’s still a 14 year old kid in the original series. there’s also a very strange fascination towards katara in her fire nation attire over her practical and adorable water tribe outfits by the fandom, which we’ve also critiqued too. notice how there’s a lot less content of katara in our fandom spaces wearing her husband’s colours or clothes? because we also recognize her unique position as a genocide survivor and how important her culture is to her, even well into her adult life. also, the notion that we vehemently defend the writing and neglect of katara in most of the GLY comics and LOK is so laughable. just because we clearly disagree with incorrect labels such as housewife, baby-maker/breeding machine, trophy wife, does NOT mean that we find the writing 100% satisfiable and true to her original character. of course she deserved a statue & her accomplishments to be highlighted. of course she should’ve attended jinora’s airbending ceremony. of course she should’ve been present at her own bloodbending trial. all of these are very valid, fandom-wide criticisms that we have aimed towards the creators as well. if the recent comics written by bryke and other printed media from avatar studios are to provide any indication, i think they have listened to the fandom. and I think that that 2025 gaang movie will provide more nuance to katara’s adult character as a fighter, healer, politician, wife, and maybe as a mother than what we had witnessed in legend of korra a decade ago.

even if the majority of kataang fans prefer aang’s character, why is that necessarily a problem? does that mean that we understand katara less? because let me tell you, a lot of people from other parts of this fandom will willingly call themselves a katara fan, yet blatantly have the most incorrect interpretations about her, or straight up only view the value in her character when she’s beside zuko. they will only be interested in engaging with her character and making content for her character when it pertains to their ship. by comparison, so many kataang fans love and adore katara, view her as their fave character, create content solely about katara, have written some of the best meta about her character out there; yet we get accused of not valuing her character and seeing her only as “aang’s trophy wife.”