#also i didnt like how mean the commander had to be

[crows-of-buckets]

You know, considering this is Daeran's quest liotr sure doesn't shut the fuck up

[mr-stottlemonk]

stottlemeyer's timeline as promised.

[find monk's timeline here]

[get-more-bald]

i have an unreal hatred for oppo rancisis

[duckieduccss]

Stargazing ⭐️

Saw the one meme floating around & decided to make my own version along with using it as a valid excuse to draw these two again. I do see Megalon enjoying it much more that Gigan though. Im my mind, Megs didnt get a lot of time to actually go out & explore by the ruler of Seatopia, so actually going out to stargaze (more than likely fighting just to get permission) means literally everything to him.

With Gigan, it’s more of just something he’s very used to (being from space) but at the same time, i have a feeling that it could be a thing that brings him some sort of bad memories (more like something he’s trying to avoid). Just explain a lil (tho honestly i do feel like it can be its own separate post), his time with the Xiliens & more importantly being in M Space Hunter Nebula proved to be an overwhelming & stressing experience for him (them having “created” him & therefore demanding more & more from him in exchange for “upgrades”). At some point he fled the moment he had the chance when commanded to go fight for them & not returning back. Instead he’s basically been hiding for a good enough while & during that time, he found himself & stayed alongside Megs. Genuinely enjoying his company & someone who didnt judge him compared to the Xilliens

But also given how much it means to his friend to see the stars out at night, he’s willing to make a small sacrifice just to see his best friend smile. That & reminding himself that he can at least feel less nervous & afraid with Megalon by their side, who at this point is the only one that means literally the whole world (or even universe) to him

but yea, these 2 still mean everything to me & drawing them stargazing together was definitely something i wanted to do so yay :D

[i love coming up with lore for some of my more fav kaiju or just kaiju in general. Hope i can at least share most of them ^^:]

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Raven i’m confused about why Idia had to impliment a spell/tech into Silver, Sebek, & Yuu’s pens & phone. Cause didnt he say moments before that it’s your imagination and you can do anything in a dream, so why would magic even be necessary for a transformation when they’re just using their imagination? Wouldn’t it have made more sense if Idia told the boys to learn to be more creative?

As an artist i was mildly offended, it felt like I was being called not imaginative enough to make art 😅

I don’t think this is a contradiction? 😅

It is an issue of imagination. While you can technically do anything in a dream, it isn’t possible if you fail to visualize it well enough in order to manifest the clothing change, whether you use magic or not. This is the case for Sebek, Silver, Grim, and Yuu (especially Yuu, who doesn't have any magic to begin with). Recall that this is also true when comparing dreamers, even though the dreamers themselves are not using magic to form their dreams. For example, Epel has a ridiculously buff body but retains his face because he lacks the imagination to picture a more congruous face and body. Meanwhile, Rook’s dream is highly detailed, right down to the dates and issues of his celeb magazines, because his imagination is very strong.

Idia can't just tell Silver, Sebek, Grim, and Yuu to "learn to be more creative". That doesn't work irl either. You can't exactly command someone to "be more creative" on the spot and expect that to be effective, can you? They're struggling to remember the details of their usual clothes to conjure them, because that's just not something most people would pay close attention to.

Ortho points out that first year students only recently learned the spell that allows people to change outfits, so in Sebek's case, he hasn't mastered the magic and he lacks the imagination to perfectly replicate the details of his dorm uniform (which doesn't require magic). Both methods failed for him.

Silver indicates that he has yet to master illusion magic as well. It's not clearly stated in the same scene, but I'd think that Silver may also have issues remembering the details of his other outfits, as he is generally a space case and doesn't pay attention to aesthetics.

I should point out that, in Vil's Bloom Broom vignettes, he tells a story about how, in his first year at NRC, paparazzi pursued him and his father. At the time, Vil had not yet mastered clothes changing magic, but he managed to use color-changing magic to alter the color of their outfits and accessories. We similarly see Ace and Deuce practicing color-changing magic on an apple in Floyd's Labwear vignettes. So... it seems to me that first years don't even learn about clothes changing magic until spring of year 1 (around when book 7 starts). By year 2, they may not have even gotten much practice with it, if Silver's testimonial is anything to go by. Them being younger means they have less practice with the spell but also less practice using their imagination in general. Idia, a third year, expects them to be able to pull this off without an issue. "I figure it'd be a snap to visualize." It's easy for HIM to say because he is 1) an experienced third year and 2) he is a nerd used to staring at screens + games; this makes it easier for him to visualize things, but he is setting the bar too high for his juniors.

Idia helps us out by making a spell/app that does the clothes changing for us because we cannot do it by ourselves, and it simply calls attention to us if we wander into a dream in the wrong attire. I imagine that part of it is also just to have a silly magical girl transformation moment of fanservice. Idia explains this in-universe as a specific phrase coded with the spell in order to avoid accidentally triggering it. The words, in this case, are what activates the change.

I’m not sure if I understand the offense…? Idia isn’t technically wrong when he says the others aren’t imaginative enough. The characters are not able to visualize/remember the details of their outfits. As a result, they cannot make it a reality, whether by means or magic or imagination alone.

I’m not sure if it’s the same as saying, “you’re not creative enough to make art”. In the former, it’s more like an issue of recalling information that is already out there. It is like knowing what a shirt is but not being able to remember the materials or how many buttons it has. In the latter, we’re talking about making an illustration or composition from scratch. This draws upon prior knowledge (shading, shapes, lighting, etc.), but is ultimately being used to make something NEW, not recalling something old/already existing.

I can see why maybe the association could be made, since terms like “creativity” and “imagination” are often associated with artistic endeavors. However 💦 they’re not always tied together, depending on the context.

Hope this helps ^^

[eueuphoriaz]

This is something I have been thinking about after watching a video of a Japanese fan analysing if Eren had told Hange about his Rumbling plan. There, they made reference to this panel in the manga.

So apparently, these memory shards from Eren (Chap 130 if I remember correctly), are what he saw of the future when he kissed Historia's hand.

Now, we can match these memory shards in Eren's perspective with the events that happened after that, except for the one with Falco and Hange.

I had been very curious why the perspective of Falco is that of the bird flying across him, which was the opening scene for Season 4.

There, Falco had some memories of the Survey corps in the Paradise.

Of course, anime-wise, it could be a bridge for story continuation. But if I think of possible intention from the author in the manga, it could also mean some form of contact with Eren, whether it is in human form or via the Paths, or some form of contact that is not shown. I do not think that he transformed into the bird and thats why the perspective of Falco is as such, but likely he made contact with him via the Path while Falco is lying down injured.

So, what about the one with Hange. In that video, a few points were brought up:

1) Hange was wearing her cape, meaning she was in combat state when the contact with Eren happened

2) She was depicted with the eye-patch and without goggles or glasses. Now, the analysis shared that it could be an emotional meeting (cos Isayama did mention that Hange view the world via her glasses which acts as a filter to her inner emotions), one where Eren told Hange that she is going to die. And Hange, knowing Eren's helplessness and what is going to happen gets emotional.

3) The video then conclude that Eren did meet up with Hange in the Paths and discussed his plans with her. It was also observed that both Eren and Hange concluded that the Rumbling happen because Eren is an idiot (not because he wanted to save Humanity, Paradise Island or his friends).

So, when did Eren possibly met up with Hange?

This question has been bugging me for a while, and here are my take on Eren's memory shard of Hange.

1) Suppose he met up with Hange via the Path, like with Falco, then the timeline would be when she is wearing the cape.

2) Now, we know that Hange was taken by Floch and the Jeagerists to see Shadis first. She was not wearing the cape then. Thereafter, when she led Floch to find Levi ans Zeke, she was in her cape. And glasses.

Now, it is likely that she didnt get to change to her goggles, or that after being Commander, she started to wear her glasses more. But I thought it was significant because the glasses kind of signify the non-combative side of Hange in this situation.

Anyway, thinking in terms of the timeline, there is this cut of Eren which caught my attention.

3) This scene was after the scenes where Eren pushed away Armin and Mikasa, Zeke screamed and Levi commenced his fight with him, and Hange on the way to bring Floch to Zeke after Shadis got bullied by Floch.

One can also think that he is just waiting. But I feel that at this moment, Eren know that his end is inevitable.

If I think on a very broad perspective, Eren has already laid his chess pieces for both the Rumbling and the Alliance to stop the Rumbling. He has:-

- Keep Armin, Mikasa and the 104 safe by locking them in the cell

- Separated Levi and Zeke cos he needed Zeke to activate the Rumbling.

So, the unknown factor here is if Levi can survive Zeke's suicide explosion. Because Levi is also important in ending his life towards the end. He needed Levi to be alive, and the only thing he needed to make sure is that someone can find and save him.

4) So this is where I think Eren connected with Hange via the Paths and let her know about the future. I also believe that he wanted to know the determination of Hange to find and save Levi, while putting her life at risk, similar to how he may have connected with Falco, who also played an important part in the Marley arc of the story. He needed these important pieces to move his next step.

So I think that Hange and Eren had a heated discussion and that is where we see an emotional Hange in the memory shard. And I think that is why both of them concluded, he is just an idiot who is helpless against all the things that will happen.

(Levihan lens is on!!)

So I do think that Eren, once knowing that Hange will go all out to save Levi, then erased her memory and the sequence of events followed as what was depicted. This is because he knows that when Hange sees a mortally wounded Levi, she will make a decision that is driven by her feelings that she hide deeply, or not even aware of until she realises it. It could also be her response knowing that Levi could die because of the explosion.

5) So, why do I say that Hange's intention is important? Why didnt he let Hange know when he was in the cell and doing his very cool hairdo? I feel that he is waiting for triggers that would signify the next steps. And all these are not in his control. Like Floch is the one making sure his plans work, so he can only rely on Floch when he is in jail. Same thing, he needed to rely on Hange to reach the final scene that he sees in the future memories, whether it is saving Levi or forming the Alliance.

6) I believe that he wanted to make sure that Zeke is alive. But with Founder Ymir repairing the Titan that Zeke ripped apart and then sending that Titan to revive Zeke, I think this is something he realised that his future's death may not happen because if Zeke is alive and Levi died, Eren will not die at Mikasa's hands without Levi's help.

That memory shard of Hange could well represent something else totally. But it will be so interesting to think, what did happened in that memory of Eren's with Hange that she is so flustered and emotional.

[vixensbrainrotts]

Lipgloss lover — Ken <Draken> Ryuguji

Content: fluffy imagine

Warnings: too much fluff

Tropes: established relationship, whipped! Draken

Summary: You really thought that he wouldn’t notice?

Vixen’s two cents: Hi! Here’s something based of a real life experience i had (i couldn’t figure out what the flavor of one of my friend’s lipglosses was after borrowing). I love Draken so much, so let’s celebrate my first Draken post together! Lmk if you like this, and if you have ideas for more little scenarios, my requests are OPEN!! Also, im currently on the hunt for moots to proofread and triangulate with! If you’re interested, please contact me <3. Now enjoy!

Ken furrows his brows after you’ve pulled away from the kiss and were now walking towards the refrigerator. He licks his lips precariously and smacks them a few times for good measure. Something is off about this.

“Babe!” He calls out to you, voice gruff and serious. You turn around a little startled and try to hide a smile when you see the frown on his face. “Everything all right?”

He shakes his head in response. “Mmh I don’t know. Something’s weird.” He waves you over expectantly, his wrist flicking fast to convey his urgency.

With a giggle you go over to him and stand between his legs where he was sitting at the table. “Yes handsome?” Your hand glides over both his shoulders, coming to scratch over his nape and up his scalp.

Draken hums in response, both hands sliding up your thighs and coming to rest on your hips, and tilts his head up to look at you. “Kiss me again.”

“Your wish is my command.” You whisper and lean down to meet him in the middle, and you feel his arms slither and tighten around your hips, his fingers tickling your stomach a little.

When you pull away again Draken’s eyebrows are still furrowed, lips still puckered to a pout. “You did something. What the hell is on your lips?” You laugh a little “What do you mean?”

“You taste different, normally you’ve got this whole cherry-coconut wombo-combo going on but now? Fuck me girl, kiss me again and lemme try ‘n figure out what you taste like.”

Your heart flutters a little and your smile widens a little, and you’re very happy to kiss him again. This time he pulls away “Gimme a tip, love. Do I know the taste? Have you had it before?” You smile and nod. “You know the taste yes, but I haven’t worn it before.”

“Fuck.” He mumbles and licks his lips, looking around the kitchen as if that would help. “You want me to tell you?” You ask him and his eyes snap towards you again immediately. “No. One more kiss and if I can’t figure it out then, sure.”

“Ok.” You Kiss him once more, and when you go to pull away this time, his lips chase yours and his arms tighten around your waist.

“Damn it Baby i don’t know. Hit me.” His eyes are still closed from the kiss and he lays his head on your stomach with a sigh. Lovingly, you card your hands through his hair. “Why would I hit you?!” You giggle.

“Hit me with the cold, hard truth.” Your smile widens knowingly at that, and you take a moment to soak in the comfortable silence with him in your arms.

“Green tea.” You state.

“Fucking what?!” His head moves away from your stomach to throw you a bewildered look, and he look almost offended. “How the fuck could I have known that? Green tea? Fucking cracky ass flavor no wonder I didnt guess it!” He complains whiningly, and you offer him a kiss to the forehead as consolation.

“So you dont like it?” You ask with a smile, fingers coming to caress his cheek bones. “Never said that, c’mere Girl.” You kiss him again, and again, and again…

[pespillo]

your drain folk beauty standards post is super interesting!! I'd love to know more about the impact they've had on the bizzyboys we see in game. Like how is capochin considered fem for a drain guy? Hector doesn't match the masc ideal seeing as he's the tallest of the drain folk we see in game. Is it a point of insecurity or does he like to be more fem leaning (i personally hc hector as transfem postcanon too so i have thoughts hehehe). Where do the other bizzyboys fall into these standards? What variations are there within the bizzygroups?

Your art is wonderful and I love seeing your hcs!! dont feel pressured to answer everything i just got excited hehe

Have a wonderful weekend!!

when i talk abt drain beauty standards we ALSO have to take in mind that there is a big theme of exceptionalism and obvious influence of the outer earth and grove pushing Inspekta´s views towards his own individualism, so the bizzyboys have shifted from drain-standards towards Inspekta´s standards, which is basically whatever neurotic view of the world he will hold at that moment that often reflects his own insecurities, and that goes often directly to Capo , Hector had been already been implied to been treated poorly before godhood and worked really hard for respect, he was tall for a drain guy, he stood out like a thumb and perceived sorta motherly, but in a way that made others walk all over him or treat him like a breathing coat hanger, so as retaliation he bulked up and emphasized reliability and command to be perceived as more masculine, surrounding himself with people and studying n studying to appear more interesting and refined, Capo was his first true devotee and at first he was reaffirmed constantly of his masculinity, he followed through and they both made good emphasis of the strength of numbers and charisma, of making strong impressions of people and looking like they always know what they are doing,

but after godhood , Inspekta basically held onto a TON of baggage and internalized a lot of things and got overwhelmed by the amount of information the world had to offer, the way they were all being perceived in the grove was just a big change, Inspekta turned into a very superficial person, and pushed people into roles they probably didnt know they were cornered into, Inspekta has a lot of gender dysphoria and because he doesnt cope well with it, he cant allow himself to Be part of femininity because that means going back to being demeaned and looked over, he basically starts living thru Capo by praising any waifish traits he shows which Capo interprets more romantically than it actually is, because Inspekta is being very self centered here, which goes to show that dysphoria can not only hurt yourself but others too.

besides that tangent, the rest of the bizzyboys do have some variation but with the process of selection of the team Inspekta has made sure they Are up to the standard, with exception for Grujaja, who i think would be a bit above average height for a drain guy, but he is constantly hunching over and wearing the cone thats bigger than him makes him look smaller, as for Vib, Vibiano has been "breaking the code" for years, he wears heels that are almost as tall as Capo´s , lotta jewerly, contouring and posturing in ways to make himself look taller and willowy and elegant, and nobody questions this because Capo allows it, because Vib makes Capo look more masculine if they are side by side (and Vib actively asserts Capo´s masculinity without conditions) . its all a very dumb balance of performance here.

[meggannn]

hades 2 conversation dialogue my sister and i found interesting

SPOILERS obviously. my sister has been failing her runs on purpose to get more dialogue out of people. this post discusses dialogue that was not in the developer stream.

on hermes (mel and hecate are speaking about hermes and artemis at the start):

on melinoë, artemis, and the olympians:

on why mel is the only one who can kill chronos:

on hecate & mel's relationship:

on a secret order that mel is apart of:

on mel's job at the crossroads:

tension and secrets in the crossroads!!!!

when you give hypnos nectar:

(i wasn't fast enough to get his reply. hypnos says something like "zzzz... welcome to the.... zzzz"), then mel says:

other things i didnt screengrab:

hypnos: mel can remark to charon that hypnos is still asleep, charon says "arrghhh," and mel says "wait, he's of more use this way...?" possibly implying hypnos's sleep is not what it seems

nemesis: is uhhh kind of really mean!!!! she says something to mel along the lines of "you're upset you lost a family you don't remember? i KNEW my mom, all you did was be born"

moros: you can invite moros to the crossroads and he stands near the fated list far from everyone because nobody wants to talk to doom incarnate (odysseus in particular makes a point to say he'll stay away). iirc he introduces himself as "the bearer of bad news" which i find kind of clever but also a bit sad. if you give him nectar iirc he says nobody has given him a gift/offering before. aphrodite also notes that moros has made mel's acquaintance and calls him good-looking.

hephaestus: he criticizes your weapon's workmanship when you first meet him, then later takes it back and compliments it as very good, and says "just don't go spreading it around" to the olympians.

takeaways:

hermes is "missing" but he's on a mission for the war to find out what chronos is scheming

artemis (and hermes) didn't tell the olympians hecate has been raising a titan-killer (mel) and the olympians don't really believe she can do it but send her boons anyway, presumably figuring why not

only mel can enter the house of hades to challenge chronos, so that's why she needs to make this journey alone

hecate is rather sweet and mentorly with mel, but she gets exhausted and irritated when mel doubts herself. i didn't grab it but there's a bit where mel says if hecate had not held back, she knows she would've lost, and hecate snaps "you know?" asking mel why she puts limits on herself

mel, hecate, selene, and artemis are part of a secret order called the silver sisters that hermes also supports. olympus does not know about it. all these gods (save hermes) also have moon iconography in their designs

pretty sure moros will be romanceable. i think his and mel's interactions are very sweet, and aphrodite notes he's arrived and calls him good-looking, which reminded me of how she commented on thanatos to zag. no idea who might be a female romance option yet (i'm assuming there is one)

hephaestus boons are a lot of fun, per my sister

the big one: HECATE AND NEMESIS KNOW SOMETHING WE DON'T??? hecate maybe knew an attack was coming and didn't do anything?? nyx is also confirmed to basically be not around though we don't know where she is. and hecate is something called a handmaiden??? is she meant to serve nyx? it now seems like the children of nyx are meant to serve hecate, and eris isn't doing that, but nemesis is playing guard duty begrudgingly. so maybe nemesis thinks hecate let the house be captured/destroyed for her own ends, possibly also to get nyx out of the picture, so nyx's children would serve her(?). maye nyx is also a silver sister and hecate is now in command at the crossroads/on earth, second only to selene?

[thewertsearch]

JADESPRITE: what did you do to me?? JADE: i prototyped you and brought you back! [...] JADESPRITE: you shouldnt have, this is overwhelming and awful [...] JADESPRITE: its hard to describe what its like JADESPRITE: but its too much for me JADESPRITE: and the sun... JADESPRITE: its way too big and bright and i cant stop seeing it...

Dream Jade was thrust into godhood against her will, and she’s not taking it well. Sensory overload is only to be expected, as her body is pierced by emerald rays that she was never meant to feel.

As far as Jade was aware, Dream Jade's consent to prototype this body was equivalent to her own. She's OK with this, so it's probably somewhat disconcerting that Jadesprite is not. It's like having your own reflection disagree with you.

JADESPRITE: i was happy where i was with my friends

Wait, so Dream Jade was aware after she died? Was she a ghost?

...wait a second.

If Dream Jade had her own consciousness in death, before she was prototyped, doesn't that mean she always had a separate identity to her counterpart? That there were always two Jades in the equation, even though they were never awake simultaneously?

I'm starting to think that everything I know about Dream Selves might be wrong.

JADESPRITE: i want to go back JADE: i dont think... JADE: that it can be undone :(

Not even in the obvious way. The whole reason we created Jadesprite is because she's borderline indestructible, and therefore might stand a chance against an invincible foe. Her inability to die is the whole point.

JADESPRITE: why, why would you do this? JADE: we need your help! […] JADE: me and dave and rose and john JADESPRITE: john!!!!!!!!!!! […] JADESPRITE: john, poor john… JADESPRITE: id forgotten about him JADE: what do you mean, how could you forget about john??? JADESPRITE: it was so long ago! i put that sad memory behind me

From Jade’s perspective, her Dream Self died hours ago – but Jadesprite’s body has been dead for years, and that seems to be the frame of reference she was working from in the afterlife.

She's been pulled out of peaceful rest, stuffed into a Sprite, and commanded to do her part as a Player once again, in a session which was traumatic enough for her for the first time around.

It's not just the Green Sun's light that's bothering Jadesprite - this whole situation is hell for her.

JADESPRITE: after we died i looked all over for him but couldnt find him […] JADE: but john didnt die! JADE: i saved him JADE: YOU saved him, dont you remember?

She also seems to think that John died alongside her, even though her last act was to save his life. This is still Dream Jade, after all, and she’s always been a little absent-minded.

[seraphw37]

a shiro-focused incoherent rambling !!!

from. the biggest shiro fan ever in 2025 ^_^ joke

ok firstly sorry for how disjointed this will be, secondly id love to hear anyones opinions on this so please dm or comment or anything!!!!

with how little attention there is to the other paladins aside klance, its no wonder that shiro is so one dimensional to the fandom. i mean like even in the show he’s not a greatly written character. we dont know his motivations, background, family, what he does for leisure, we see all of the other paladins have hobbies but NOTHING for shiro. his character is majorly inconsistent and that can just be blamed on kuron. he gets entirely shafted for s8 after his clone was allegedly the one we saw for like 5 whole seasons. i’m just saying he’s extremely underutilized and written. we harp on lance and hunk not getting any arcs but at least they have substance. i’d wager the shiro we see around the paladins isnt truly him either, yet we never get to see him outside of “commander” mode. theres a reason why adashi and curtis x shiro content depicts him so differently, because he would probably act less strict around those his age who he is close to!! he was traumatized as a literal pow by fucking aliens for a year or more for fucks sake.

“shiro after being broken up w by his fiance, taken as a pow, got a new alien hand, became a dad for 4 troubled teens, the leader of an alien warship robot that supposedly will save everyone from the genocidal maniac, dying and being stuck into the shadow realm, his clone becoming evil, being resurrected only to not have an arm and white hair, then returning to earth to find out his ex fiance died, getting a new robot hand, having to pilot another warship robot and then finally retiring at 28 probably.” - me literally making fun of how insane shiro’s story is

SPEAKING OF FUCKING SHIRO’S STORY. I OWN THAT BOOK. it only mentions his days at the garrison briefly. fucking nothijg before that. hobbies? HE DOESNT HAVE RHEM. favorite color?? we only know his “fav” animal bc of that stupid trivia thingy oh mu gooodddddd shiro shiro what did they do to you.

actually ny initial point was just for the fandom to treat him more like a guy. he definitely had maladaptive coping mechanisms. he’s worse than keith, keeping everyone at arms length away. he HAS to be strong for everyone! he’s the only decorated piloted on voltron! the oldest human!! they all look to him for support. we see him sillier at times and id like to think thats the real him. imo, shiro is considerate, loyal, a bit stubborn, curious, strong-willed, resilient, passionate, silly, charming, humorous, disciplined, generous, intelligent, and responsible. but he is also self-sacrificing, emotionally reserved, exhausted, having to choose between saving more people or his team in a literal war, would be the type to abuse substances for coping, probably depressed and canonically disabled mentally and physically (PTSD). he could’ve been so good for rep and then they just … didnt do anything w him. lol! so funny thanks voltron writers. um no conclusion thats it thanks

[mrsnerdygirl]

I have heard about a million times , people saying that , Bellatrix only liked Voldemort because of his power, and Voldemort only slept with Bella because of her looks.

I don’t agree with this, because I think it brings down their relationship , and why it is so beautiful to me . For starters when you speak about looks , and lord Voldemort together, it immediately makes ZERO sense. Of course he was VERY attractive when he was young but that doesn’t mean that he made a person, a death eater because they were hot . Voldemort saw as important, skills and power , and blood pureness , not the way people looked.

I have this headcannon , that while sure he did find Bella attractive all the time , she was the MOST beautiful to him, when she tortured or killed people for him .

Growing up , Voldemort never had anyone do something for him , simply because they loved him . I mean his friends followed his commands in school because they wanted to be feared and successful , not because they loved him or appreciated him as a friend. His death eaters committed crimes because they wanted to , and because they feared saying no . Bellatrix did everything because she had the same interest as him , and she killed her cousin and niece and stopped talking to her sister , to show how little everyone else mattered to her , when it came to him .

Also , when Bellatrix came back from Azkaban and when Voldemort came back more beast than human , everyone was scared to look at him , but Bellatrix kept loving him and didn’t shy away . Which means that looks were never an issue .

On the other hand , when it comes to power , while I’m sure that the first think Bella appreciated about Voldemort was his power , I don’t think she was with him because of it . She wanted power , and she became a death eater for it ,but I doubt she only was with him because of it . I mean she did so much for him , she went crazy when he left , proudly announced she was a death eater , she left her sister behind ,who she clearly loves so dearly , all for power?

I mean I’m sure that every other death eater was there for power , like luscius , the carrows etc., but they all denied, denied, denied , while Bella didn’t hesitate once.

She fought in the battle , while she was still weak from giving birth , which no other person would have done(accept of her niece, which shows exactly how the blacks are).

Also there are situations throughout the book that show the connection they had . In “Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix” , when Harry broke the prophecy, and he was fighting against Bella , Voldemort came and took Bella away the moment the situation heated up . He knew that his fight with Dumbledore wouldn’t be a children’s play, as well as knew that the ministry would soon arrive and while they wouldn’t be able to catch him, they could catch Bella. And he was right , the ministry came , they saw him , but didn’t manage to trap Voldemort . They did catch up to the Death Eaters though, which resulted into them being thrown in Azkaban .

In the deathly hallows, we see that Voldemort had learnt about Dora's marriage and that was clearly not good about Bellatrix or the Malfoys, but while he makes fun in general of the family, the moment he sees that Bellatrix was getting embarrassed and that they were making fun of her, he stopped the other Death Eaters.

When Voldemort faints after he hits harry with the killing curse, only Bellatrix dares to go near him, while everyone tried to get away as far as possible.

When Bella gets hit by the killing curse,he screams. He didnt have such a dramatic reaction for any of his death eaters. We actually see that he gets THAT mad only when something important gets destroyed. He clearly stops acting as if the battle is a fun game, and tries to wipe away molly. He could kill 3 important people to the order of the phoenix, but choses instead to kill molly, who wasnt important at all.

Now, i know that most people see villains as people who arent capable of having any feelings towards human beings. But villains are actually as human as any other person, and compared to the heros who are always sacrificing themselves and moving on fast, villains go through events more dramatically, for longer periods of time, much like any other human being. After all, any normal person sees a hero, and admires their courage to be strong, knowing that they could never do it.

Voldemort does have feelings though, as much as any other person. While he killed people brutally, and never felt live as a child, it doesnt mean he didnt feel love or any other emotion.

So to understand better here is an example, in deathly hallows, when harry goes inside of Hogwarts while under the invisibility clock, he sees that Ginny , his lover, nearly dies, and that maked him change his plans fully. Instead of charging towards Voldemort, he turns to Bellatrix Lestrange to make sure that she wont harm Ginny, because the thought of her getting injured or worse dieing makes him want to burst .

When Molly kills Bellatrix, Voldemort changes his plans, and turns in Molly's direction to take revenge for her.

I think that this must have helped most people to understand that, what Voldemort amd Bellatrix had wasnt just a fling, and that it actually was the closest to true love those two had come across.

[elvestoneanzelote1]

Hi! I absolutely love your work! Please take your time and feel free to ignore this!

So I was hoping to request dad Fukuzawa and big brother Ranpo with a teen reader. Basically the port mafia found her when she was like 6 and took her in cause of her ability. But she never obeyed them cause she didnt want to hurt anyone. But then when she was 10 she was put under Dazai and I think we can all tell where that went. So then she’s like heavily traumatized and won’t do anything without someone telling her, won’t even eat.

So then fast forward Dazai leaves the port mafia and takes her with him but since she hasn’t committed any actual crimes that would cause her to go into hiding the government office guy put her with Fukuzawa while Dazai went into hiding. Basically the two are neutral to her at first then get really protective.

(I had the idea that they try to work up her confidence but not too much so to keep her as their sweet obedient little sister/daughter)

Feel free to ignore this! I know it’s a lot. Again love your work and take your time! Don’t over work yourself too!

A:n; thank you for the request and sorry for the late as some work came up pilling.

Either way, it's Platonic Yandere Fukuzawa x Teen fem! Reader x Platonic Yandere Ranpo x Platonic Yandere Yosano The agency members present during the time

The first thought for Fukuzawa was... Why?

He never thought of babysitting I mean you might be around 13 when he was given the responsibility more likely by Takeda (I think that was the guy's name?)

Your e/c dull eyes bored at him contemplating on what you have gone through... Only to find out who you were and why you were brought By later on the years.

Ranpo often pokes you as you stay still like a robot unless told. He whined about how you were so quiet and tried to send you for errands on his part.

Though he kinda feels guilty whenever he sends you out it is like he was ordering you.

Maybe he was but later on he try to be less ordering for sweets errands and tried to talk to you by showing the new sweets and share it with you.

The first time he ever felt a sense of proudness when you smile while eating one of the special sweets he brought during his out case.

A sense of understanding was there of the fact your mother died before you even saw her face and your father had an accident meeting his demise.

Unlike Kyouka you don't even speak unless told! This was overwhelming.

Like an elder sister Yosano was who talk to you and ask about your health and even treat you well.

She knows how it is to be traumatized and she wonders what and who has pushed you to be completely out of emotions.

Instead her most concerns was you didn't even felt pain when your hand was burn not a well nor flinch.

Truly you were completely out of emotions or sort.

But don't worry Yosano will always be there to treat you and make sure you take care of your health.

Ranpo on other hand sometimes ask about your ability which your gaze often fall to the side.

But after a year of been together you somehow open up. You can talk more likely small talk or a nod or shook but it was a progress!

You also smile a bit! It was not a waste of efforts.

But... One time your tears fall from your eyes as your quivering hand holds the hem of the sleeves of Fukuzawa.

You almost thought you would lose another happiness when he brought up that it would be better as he mention about you getting adopted.

You eventually spoke your mind to Fukuzawa was taken aback by your words.

"Please... I will obey every command please don't take my happiness away"

Happiness.

So you do find the agency your happiness.

Fukuzawa pat your head as he went to your level and nod.

"I won't take away your happiness... But staying in agency will risk your life"

"My life has always been"

"...why do you want to stay for?"

"..."

"What is it that you find happiness from?"

"My happiness... I found from Yosano-san... Edogawa-san, Kunikida-san Kenji-san and you"

From that day onwards you ought to never leave the agency even if the certain someone told you to leave.

Even though it was shocking for Fukuzawa to hear it on your part some part of him was happy that you finally found happiness... And it is from the agency.

You could say... You are now apart of the agency as a whole now.

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You start to open up and do stuff on your own. It was a good progress but... Ranpo make sure you also listen to them so that you will depend on them especially him!

After all you call him, Ranpo-niisan! And he promises to be your number one brother and make sure no one take his place.

It took him years he can't let someone just pop up in your life and take the place of being an elder brother.

Yosano often brings you along from cooking to shopping to you sharing apartment with her.

After all she finally have someone to dote on and the fact you (she insist after Ranpo pressuring and succeeding in calling him big brother)

So she ought to be look out on whatever you have to learn and the day when your first period come she will be first to reassure you and take care and explain to you.

Fukuzawa well he is like your father figure I mean he literally adopt any Orphans by now so yeah.

He does make sure your ability is not misused or misinterpreted by people.

You can reassure yourself that you have a family on your back to look after you.

Despite the fact you can protect yourself with your ability.

They just want to make sure you are okay.

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A:n- t-ats all take care!!

[fall0utmind]

i love your a/b/o fic SO much i’m so so excited

i was thinking - would it be fun to write a couple race scenes where marc really suffers during race starts, because literally EVERYONE in the pack he isn’t meant to be close to is surrounding him, and so riding way in front of them and winning is a relief not only because yay winning but also because the further away he gets from the others, the less it hurts? and even when he crashes he’s still far away, so crashes are sometimes a relief? and then of course in contrast, when the honda starts being shit during 21/22/23, he is just constantly surrounded by everyone, and it’s awful, and another reason he HAD to leave honda to go to gresini & a better bike, because he couldn’t continue on like that

alsooo i dont know how much of vale’s pov you want to get into, but to make it mildly less awful on his side, perhaps alpha commands don’t affect people you don’t have a pack bond with - and he thought marc had betrayed him, and so is convinced that even if he had used it, it couldn’t have affected marc, and the only reason marc is avoiding everyone is because vale sussed him out? i just want vale to be redeemable 😭

also - what about santi!! how does he look after marc during the whole time? surely he’s noticed something is going on - do he and luca end up teaming up? that could be funny actually.

(by the way, it’s better to put forward slashes between a/b/o because without it it spells a slur for aboriginal people! in case you didnt know 🫶)

Hi,

Firstly!! I am so sorry about the abo vs A/b/o thing - I had NO idea, or I absolutely would never have used it. I have gone through and changed my tag to #a/b/o sick fic - and all the posts are now under that instead. Again, big sorry if it's caused any offence or upset!!!!!!!

Secondly, your ideas!!!!

Absolutely incredible idea about the start of races - I never thought about that! Also media days, where they all have to be next to each other, wow that's insane actually, i really like the idea of playing that discomfort into it and how much it hurts but he HAS to do it. Because it would hurt more not to race!

And yes of course, winning, and especially winning by a lot - means less pain - woo. But the podium is awful, the hugging in the paddock makes him sick. Also, ohmygod.im, so sorry, guys, but I just had an idea. What is Argentina 2018, when he knocked rossi, what if it was because Vale got close and the pain flared and marc just wasn't prepared!!!!!!!!!!!! So it hurt so much more when Vale lashed out, and that's also kind of why marc Massively begins to repress???? Heartbreaking but such a good idea.

Also, the crashing out?? The races hurt so much that crashing is almost a relief.. in the same way that Jerez 2020 is obviously awful, but there's a tiny slither of marc, which is... relieved. It's sickening. I do really like the way it links in with leaving honda too because I feel like in this universe, with Honda being some of his only support, I didn't have a very good excuse for it and so this actually works really well! So thank you. I will defo include.

I wholeheartedly agree with your thoughts on Vale. I have to be careful because he does have to be redeemable 😂😂 or i will never be able to swing a rosquez ending! I really like the idea of Valentino assuming nothing has happened because Marc shouldn't be affected because he's not bonded or pack! It would also make a lot of sense about alphas only being about to use their voices on pack members. Or it could be incredibly bad in this universe, and I don't want to think about it 😭 so yeah that's another idea I'm probably gonna steal!

Okay, santi!!! Defo marcs main protector - alpha,? I think. He takes a big brother role in this. It could be very tempting to make him a love interest, but I might cave and end up making it a non- rosquez ending.... so big brother energy. He's defo noticing what's going on. I want to say that he works it out? Or begins to/ has some kind of idea, without knowing what actually happened. He defl provides a lot of the pack support in Honda, and is pivitol in making sure the atmosphere is good for marc there (although marc doesn't realise it - santi makes sure there's little things around - soft blankets, a spare hoodie. And then post 2018, he asks marcs crew to tone down their scents a little on race weekends, pretends he's having medical issues to cover for marc etc.)

I love the idea of him teaming up with luca, especially once marc leaves and luca joins Honda!!! Fantastic idea.

So many super good ideas in this ask so thank you so so much! I appreciate it 😊😊

[someone-help-im-obessed]

Can you write about Tenzin being obsessed with Lin ;)

How to make a man obsessed with you? Well let’s see. Oh wait LIN DOESNT HAVE TO TRY. I MEAN WE ARE ALL OBSESSED WITH HER AND SHES NOT EVEN REAL. Maybe we are crazy or Maybe Tenzin is. Or both. We are all obsessed with a depressed mommy issues woman.

But I am going to say this is set when they are 17/18. And I kinda wrote it in like little chapters but you are in for a treat. (I also wrote myself little scenes and gave them names so if you see one sticking in there. NO YOU DIDNT. I swear I removed them all, I hope)

Tenzin didn’t really remember when he started noticing Lin like this. Maybe it had been gradual, creeping up on him in stolen glances and quiet moments. The way she carried herself—strong, confident, yet effortlessly graceful—had always commanded attention, but now, it was different. Now, he couldn’t stop looking. The way her hair curled against her neck and cheeks, dark strands falling loose from her usual tied-back style, made his fingers itch to tuck them behind her ear. The way she started to wear that pretty shade of pink on her lips—subtle, barely there, but just enough to make him wonder if she did it on purpose—drove him to distraction.

And right now, as she moved across the training grounds, her body twisting and striking with effortless power, he was completely lost in her.

“Tenny.”

Tenzin snapped out of his trance as an arm slung lazily around his shoulders, dragging him out of his daydream. He turned his head sharply to see Bumi grinning at him, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Enjoying the view?” Bumi teased, his voice low so only Tenzin could hear.

Tenzin immediately stiffened, his cheeks heating up. “I was observing her technique,” he muttered, clearing his throat and straightening his posture. “Lin is an exceptional earthbender.”

Bumi snorted. “Sure, sure. That’s why you look like you’re about to start writing poetry about her.”

Tenzin shot him a sharp glare, but his older brother only laughed, ruffling his hair as if he were still a child.

On the sparring grounds, Lin was facing off against Aang, exchanging rapid blows with the ease of someone who had trained alongside the Avatar since childhood. Her movements were sharp, precise—years of disciplined training and raw talent making her a force to be reckoned with. Aang, of course, was faster, but Lin’s sheer power and endurance made her a challenge.

Tenzin was supposed to be paying attention to their techniques, studying their footwork, their strategies. But his mind kept wandering. The way Lin’s muscles flexed beneath her fitted training clothes, the determination burning in her sharp green eyes, the way a bead of sweat traced a path down her temple—it was unfair how effortlessly she captivated him.

Bumi nudged him again, jerking his chin toward Lin as she walked toward them. “You might wanna wipe the lovesick look off your face before she gets here.”

Tenzin scowled but barely had time to compose himself before Lin was standing in front of them, hands on her hips, breathing only slightly heavier from the spar.

“Annoying him again, Bumi?” she asked, arching a brow.

Bumi grinned. “It’s my duty as his older brother.” He gestured toward Tenzin’s head with mock seriousness. “Still surprised he’s not bald yet from all the stress I put him through.”

Tenzin rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “I’m not spiritually ready for my tattoos yet.”

“I like his hair,” Lin said casually, wiping some sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. “It makes him look… normal.”

Tenzin felt his breath hitch. She liked his hair. The thought settled into his chest like a warm ember, spreading through him until it was all he could think about. He’d always imagined himself following in his father’s footsteps, eventually shaving his head when the time was right. But now… he suddenly never wanted to. Not if Lin liked it this way.

Bumi, of course, couldn’t let the moment slide. “Ditch the clothes, and he’ll look like a normal person too.”

Lin smirked slightly, the rare expression making Tenzin’s pulse quicken. Her smiles weren’t common, but when she did smile, it was like everything else around them faded. It was effortless, understated, but it held something deeper—something Tenzin wished he could hold onto forever.

She turned back toward the sparring grounds, ready to resume training with Aang, but Tenzin’s gaze remained locked on her.

His eyes traced the way her body moved, strong and sure. Lin wasn’t delicate, wasn’t the kind of girl who dressed up in silk robes or giggled behind a fan. She didn’t wear tight, fashionable clothes that accentuated her figure—but to him, she didn’t need to. He could see the strength in her, the quiet elegance beneath the layers of armor she built around herself. She was all sharp angles and soft curves, muscle and grace, fire and steel.

She was beautiful. Not in the way most people defined beauty, but in a way that felt undeniable to him. She could have scars or bruises from her training, stretch marks or callouses from years of hard work, and none of it would matter. He would still think she was the most incredible person he had ever laid eyes on.

And the truth was, it wasn’t just the way she looked that had him so mesmerized. It was her. Her unwavering determination, her quick wit, her fierce loyalty. The way she carried the weight of the world without ever asking for help.

All of it.

He wanted all of her.

Tenzin had never been one to let emotions distract him. He prided himself on discipline, on maintaining control. He was the son of Avatar Aang—expected to be a leader, a spiritual guide, a pillar of wisdom. But when it came to Lin, all that self-restraint crumbled into dust.

He had convinced himself that it was a passing thing, something he could ignore, something that would fade in time. It didn’t.

If anything, it grew worse.

Tenzin found himself at the training grounds more than usual, offering excuses to his father or himself about needing to refine his airbending techniques. In reality, he was there for one reason—Lin.

She trained harder than anyone he knew, often long after the others had left. And he would watch. He told himself it was admiration, that he respected her dedication, but deep down, he knew better.

Lin moved with a controlled kind of violence, her every step grounded and firm. Earthbending was so different from airbending—solid, forceful, direct. She never hesitated. Never second-guessed herself. And that confidence, that raw, undeniable strength, had him completely enthralled.

“Are you going to stand there staring, or are you actually going to spar with me?”

Tenzin blinked, snapping out of his daze. Lin stood a few feet away, arms crossed, an amused yet challenging smirk playing at her lips. He hadn’t even realized she had noticed him.

“I wasn’t staring,” he lied, stepping forward.

Lin snorted, rolling her shoulders. “Sure you weren’t.” She dropped into a fighting stance, eyes locked onto his. “Come on, Airhead, show me what you’ve got.”

Tenzin hesitated. Sparring with Lin meant being close to her—too close. It meant dodging her strikes, feeling the force of her movements, catching glimpses of the fire in her eyes. But he couldn’t exactly back down.

So he took his stance.

The match started fast. Lin lunged first, sending a sharp, deliberate strike toward him. He barely avoided it, twisting the air around him to propel himself backward. She pressed forward, relentless, her movements quick and calculated.

Tenzin dodged and redirected, his style fluid where hers was firm, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this up forever. She was pushing him, and he was letting her. Maybe because he liked the way she moved. Maybe because he liked the way her eyes flashed with determination when she fought. Maybe because he just wanted an excuse to keep looking at her.

But then, she caught him off guard.

A well-placed foot sweep sent him stumbling, and before he could recover, Lin had him pinned—one knee pressing into his chest, her hands gripping his wrists.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Tenzin could feel her breath on his skin, could see the beads of sweat on her forehead, the loose strands of hair sticking to her cheek. His heart pounded so hard it drowned out every logical thought in his head.

Lin raised a brow. “You’re distracted.”

He swallowed, trying to find his voice. “You’re just… very skilled.”

Her lips twitched in amusement, but she didn’t move right away. And neither did he.

Then, just as quickly as she had taken him down, she pushed herself off him, offering him a hand. “Try harder next time,” she said simply.

Tenzin took her hand, his fingers lingering against hers for just a second longer than necessary.

Try harder? He already was. Trying so, so hard not to want her.

The problem with living at the Air Temple was that there were too many places to run into Lin.

Tenzin often found himself in the courtyard at night, hoping the cool air would clear his mind. It never did. Especially not when Lin was there too.

Tonight was one of those nights.

She sat on the temple steps, leaning back on her palms, eyes turned up toward the stars. The moonlight cast soft shadows across her face, making her look almost serene.

Tenzin hesitated before stepping forward. “Couldn’t sleep?”

Lin glanced at him, then shrugged. “Too much energy.”

He sat beside her, leaving just enough space between them to keep his thoughts in check. “Training too hard again?”

“Something like that.” She tilted her head slightly, studying him. “And you? Why are you awake?”

Tenzin could have given a dozen excuses. Meditation. Studying. Preparing for his responsibilities. But instead, he gave her the truth.

“I’ve been thinking.”

Lin smirked. “That’s dangerous.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “I suppose it can be.”

A comfortable silence settled between them, the kind that didn’t need to be filled with words. It was something he liked about Lin—she never felt the need for unnecessary chatter.

Then, without looking at him, she spoke again. “Do you ever feel like… you’re supposed to be someone specific? Like everyone expects you to be a certain way, and you don’t know if you can be that person?”

Tenzin turned to her, surprised by the vulnerability in her voice. Lin never talked like this—not often, at least.

“All the time,” he admitted softly.

Lin exhaled, as if relieved he understood. “Yeah.”

Another silence. Then, she leaned back on her elbows, gazing up at the sky again. “I think you’ll figure it out.”

Tenzin looked at her, taking in the way the moonlight highlighted the curve of her jaw, the softness in her usually sharp features.

He wanted to tell her the same thing. That she was already enough, that she didn’t have to prove anything to anyone. That she was incredible, exactly as she was.

But he didn’t. Because if he started saying things like that, he might not be able to stop.

And he couldn’t afford to want her more than he already did.

Tenzin never realized how much he associated Lin with a scent until it started haunting him.

She always smelled like something familiar. Not perfume—Lin wasn’t the type to bother with flowery fragrances—but something raw, something real. The scent of earth after rain, of metal and stone, of sweat and effort.

It clung to her training clothes, to her gloves, to the space where she stood. And, unfortunately, it clung to him too.

One afternoon, he caught himself in the temple halls, breathing in the faintest trace of her scent on his scarf. She must have brushed against him earlier, maybe handed him something, and now the smell was there, lingering like a ghost.

And Tenzin, fully aware of how pathetic he was, didn’t want to let it go.

He groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. He was losing his mind. Completely, utterly losing it over her.

This wasn’t normal. It wasn’t rational.

But when it came to Lin Beifong, nothing ever was.

And yet, despite all his efforts, despite his self-restraint and logic, Tenzin knew one thing with absolute certainty—

He was already too far gone.

Tenzin knew he was in trouble the moment he started dreaming about Lin.

Not just passing dreams, but vivid, all-consuming ones. Dreams where he felt the warmth of her skin against his, where her calloused fingers traced the shape of his jaw. Dreams where she leaned in, close enough that he could count the freckles on her nose, and whispered his name like it meant something.

Then, just before he could kiss her, he always woke up.

And it was agony.

Because no matter how much he tried to push these feelings aside, they always found their way back to him—like the unshakable pull of gravity.

Tenzin had never been a particularly materialistic person. Air Nomad values taught him to let go of attachments to physical things.

But then Lin had to go and leave her shirt at the temple.

It was an old training shirt, slightly worn at the edges, left crumpled on one of the benches after sparring. Tenzin found it before anyone else did, holding it in his hands like it was some forbidden artifact.

It smelled like her.

Earth and metal and something uniquely Lin.

And for an embarrassingly long moment, he just stood there, gripping the fabric and closing his eyes, breathing it in like some kind of desperate fool.

He knew he should return it. He would return it.

But instead of walking to Lin’s room, he ended up taking it back to his own. Just for a moment, he told himself. Just until he saw her again.

It sat folded on his desk for three days.

When Lin finally found out, she smirked at him and said, “So… you stealing my clothes now, Tenzin?”

He nearly choked on his own breath

It had been a long day of training, and Tenzin found himself walking with Lin along the cliffs of the Air Temple. The sun was setting, casting everything in deep gold and violet hues.

For once, they were both quiet.

Tenzin wanted to say something. He wanted to tell her that he couldn’t stop thinking about her, that she had completely consumed him in ways he didn’t understand.

But when he finally turned to face her, Lin was looking at him with something unreadable in her expression.

“What?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.

She hesitated. Then, almost too quietly, she said, “Nothing.”

But it wasn’t nothing.

He could feel it between them, thick as the air before a storm.

Tenzin opened his mouth, ready to say something—anything—to break the unbearable tension. But then, Lin smirked and nudged his shoulder with hers.

“You’re thinking too hard again.”

Just like that, the moment was gone.

And Tenzin knew, deep down, that if he didn’t do something soon, he was going to lose his mind over her.

Tenzin had spent his whole life striving for balance. Balance in his bending, balance in his emotions, balance in the expectations placed upon him.

But Lin Beifong was not balanced. She was chaos wrapped in a smirk, sharp edges softened only by those rare moments of quiet vulnerability. And Tenzin—who had always prided himself on being in control—was completely, utterly unraveling.

Tenzin had always thought himself above petty emotions like jealousy. But then Lin started spending more time around one of the younger earthbenders at the temple—a visiting student named Ren.

And Tenzin? He hated him.

It was irrational, immature, and completely beneath him. But none of that mattered when he saw Ren laughing a little too freely around Lin, standing a little too close when they trained, placing a hand on her shoulder like he had the right to touch her.

Tenzin told himself it wasn’t his business. Lin wasn’t his.

But that didn’t stop the simmering frustration every time he saw them together.

One afternoon, he found himself watching them from a distance, pretending to be invested in a scroll about airbending forms while actually grinding his teeth as Ren demonstrated some new earthbending technique for Lin.

“She’s going to break his ribs,” Bumi said casually, dropping onto the bench beside him.

Tenzin tore his gaze away. “What?”

Bumi smirked. “She’s only letting him get comfortable so she can humiliate him when he gets cocky. It’s what she does.”

Tenzin looked back just in time to see Ren attempt a fancy move—only for Lin to sweep his legs out from under him with effortless ease. He landed flat on his back, groaning, while Lin smirked down at him.

Tenzin should have been mature about it. He should have let it go.

Instead, he smirked.

Bumi elbowed him. “Wow. That’s a little evil for you, monk.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tenzin said, his voice completely neutral.

But when Lin caught his gaze across the training yard and raised an amused eyebrow, he quickly looked away.

Tenzin had touched Lin before, of course. Brief, fleeting moments—passing her a cup of tea, steadying her after a sparring match, a casual brush of shoulders when they walked side by side.

But this was different.

It was late. The training grounds were empty except for the two of them, sitting side by side on the cool stone steps after an exhausting day. Lin was rolling her wrist absentmindedly, wincing slightly.

“You should wrap that,” Tenzin said.

Lin scoffed. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” he said firmly, already reaching for the cloth wrap in his pocket. “Let me see.”

She gave him a look, part amused, part exasperated, but she held out her hand.

Tenzin swallowed hard. Her fingers were rough, calloused from years of bending, strong enough to crack stone—and yet, when he touched her, they were warm. Steady.

He wrapped her wrist carefully, trying to focus on the task and not the way her skin felt against his.

“You’re weirdly gentle,” Lin muttered, watching him.

Tenzin’s hands faltered for half a second.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Lin blinked, something unreadable flickering across her face. Then, just as quickly, she smirked. “I’ve been punched through walls before, Tenzin. You’re not going to hurt me.”

He tied off the bandage and exhaled. “Still.”

Lin flexed her fingers experimentally. “Not bad, Airhead.”

For a moment, they just sat there, his hand still lightly resting over hers.

And then, without thinking, she flipped her hand, palm pressing against his, fingers curling slightly as if testing something.

Tenzin felt his heart stop.

He should have pulled away. He should have made a joke. He should have done anything except stare at her like she was the most important thing in the world.

Lin’s fingers twitched—then she pulled back, standing up abruptly. “I should go.”

Tenzin barely had time to respond before she was already walking away.

He sat there for a long time, staring at his empty palm, still feeling the ghost of her touch.

It was raining the night it almost happened.

Tenzin and Lin had taken shelter under one of the covered walkways of the temple, watching as the storm rolled over the mountains.

Lin hated the rain.

“It makes the ground too soft,” she grumbled, crossing her arms. “Like it’s melting under me.”

Tenzin chuckled. “Airbenders like it. The wind moves differently in the rain.”

Lin turned to look at him. “Of course you would say that.”

He smiled, but it faded quickly when he realized how close they were. Close enough that he could see every raindrop clinging to her eyelashes, close enough that her body heat cut through the chill in the air.

He shouldn’t have stared at her lips.

But he did.

And Lin—Lin—didn’t move away.

She was watching him, waiting.

Tenzin’s heart pounded. He leaned in—just slightly, just enough to see if she would stop him.

She didn’t.

Then, just as their breaths mingled, a voice called out from across the courtyard.

“Lin! Tenzin!”

They jolted apart like guilty teenagers, and Lin let out a frustrated sigh before stepping away.

Tenzin exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face.

So close.

Too close.

Tenzin wasn’t sure when it became unbearable. Maybe it was that night in the rain. Maybe it was every time she smirked at him, or every time she casually touched his arm, or every time she looked at him like she was daring him to do something about it.

But it reached a breaking point.

And when it did, he could no longer pretend.

It happened in the dead of night, after another long day of training, another night of pretending that his entire body didn’t ache for her.

Tenzin found her alone in the courtyard, arms crossed, gazing out over the cliffs. She looked tired.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked.

Lin shook her head. “You?”

Tenzin hesitated—then made a choice.

“No.” He stepped closer. “Because of you.”

Lin stilled. Slowly, she turned to face him, her sharp green eyes searching his. “What?”

Tenzin’s pulse roared in his ears. He had spent months—years—biting his tongue, forcing himself to be patient, to be logical, to be careful.

But he wasn’t careful now.

“I think about you,” he admitted, voice rougher than he intended. “More than I should. More than I want to.”

Lin didn’t look away. She didn’t smirk, didn’t deflect, didn’t tease.

For once, she was completely still.

Tenzin stepped closer, so close that all he had to do was reach out.

“Tell me you don’t feel it too,” he whispered.

The wind howled through the courtyard. Lin’s fingers curled at her sides, like she was waging a war with herself.

Then, just as she opened her mouth—

A loud crash echoed from the temple halls, followed by Bumi’s voice shouting, “Tenzin! I may have set something on fire!”

Lin exhaled sharply, turning away.

And Tenzin?

Tenzin clenched his fists, watching as the moment slipped through his fingers again.

This time, he wasn’t sure if he’d get another chance.

Sooo I might continue this and make him beg for her… stay tuned

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nsfw post

mdni

tw: dumbification, edging, asphyxiation kink, bondage, possibly ooc zayn? dom! Zayne, overstimulation, slightly sadistic? zayne, slight mentions of impact play. temperature play.

im thirsting over zayne chat!

i really dont know if this is any good, but if yall want me to do something like this for other LADS characters my asks are open! i might make this a short story but i have no fucking motivation to write ofc :’)

zayne is def the type of guy that you least expect to be kinky

like we all know sylus and caleb are freaks but zayne?

well educated calm and collected, bordering on shy zayne?

nah no one suspects him to be into any freaky shit, much less be a bit of a sadist.

i dont think he is a sadist in the sense of wanting to spank or do a lot of impact play. yes he enjoys it on occasion but i think hes more into denial

i mean his whole thing is control. he must control himself, his feelings, his attitude, all of it must be picture perfect there cannot be a crack in the facade he had so carefully created.

zayne is really into controlling your pleasure and when you cum. i also think hes into choking hehe

he knows exactly how much pressure to apply and where to do and for how long in order to get your brain all fuzzy. he would keep a firm hand around your neck, while his other hand lazily plays with you, slowly building up your orgasm. he would murmur soft praises to his sub, letting you know how good your being for listening to his commands. he would edge you for hoooours on end, until your so sore and teary eyed and your brain is so fuzzy all you can do is look at him with big pleading eyes and whimper his name (when he lets you)

zayne would be able to keep you in his lap, arms tied behind yourself, his chin resting on the top of your head as he watches some obscure lecture.

“just relax now…. ill think for you instead. dont cum snowflake, be good and wait until i say so…”

he would shower you with praise the entire time, his gentle words muddying your thoughts further as you get so so so close to cumming. only for his hand to leave and your left bucking your hips gently and whimpering. his other hand tightening around your neck.

“youre doing such a wonderful job for me, look how long its been, about two hours so far. if you can make it to the end of this documentary without cumming Ill give you something better than my hands.”

but gods help you if you do cum without his permission. at that point he would just keep making you cum, not stopping until your face is streaked with tears and you promise not to cum without permission again, he does enjoy some temperature and impact play, so i think he would use his evol to get your thighs nice and cold before giving them a few swats, nothing terribly agressive, but a hand print is quite visible, and if you wear pants that are to short people are bound to see the outline on his hands on your thighs. he is a bit merciless, but unless he is drunk he never looses his cool. always cooing praise gently in your ear, reminding you that this is your punishment for cumming without him saying you can. he leaves little trails of frost across your chest, smiling with how you shiver against his touch, before warming the spot up with his mouth.

“you know the rule love, you came all over my hand without permission, so you need to be taught a lesson in self-control dont you agree? maybe this time youll learn.”

he knows damn well you wont learn, and he knows damn well he didnt pull his hand away quick enough to stop you from cumming, but overwhelming your body is just his favorite pass time.