#back some version of it but everyone is scarred forever and then so is the world and nothing will ever be the same 😃👍

[sunshinesteviee]

quality time - s.h.

summary: steve has some quality time with his newborn wc: 1.1k warnings: descriptions of steve's scars, dad!steve & mom!reader a/n: so i'm pretty sure this was originally a request from an anon literally forever ago, but i cannot for the life of me find the ask, i'm so so sorry! it's been a while since i've posted, so just a lil something for y'all. hope you enjoy! <3

Masterlist

“You wanna hold him again, love?” you ask your husband in a murmur, barely able to pull your gaze up from your newborn. He’s tiny and perfect, and you just can’t get enough of him, even after a couple of hours. 

Steve’s perched next to you on the bed, one strong arm around your body. His thumb traces short, gentle lines over the hill of your shoulder, nose pressing against your temple as he gazes down at your son, “Mhm, yeah, if—“

“You better not be saying ‘if it’s okay with me’, he’s your son, too, Steve. Here, you take him,” you elbow him gently, knowing exactly what he’s thinking. It’s adorable, but totally not necessary. 

His cheeks flame red as he carefully takes the bundle of blankets from you, sheepish as he mumbles, “That’s not what I was gonna say—“

“Save it, baby, I know you better than that.”

He huffs but doesn’t say anything, immediately drawn to his baby boy in his arms instead. He looks like a mini version of you, your nose and eyes that he loves so much; it makes his heart grow ten times bigger. He does have a full head of hair that’s definitely the Harrington gene, though. And maybe he has Steve’s lips, too. 

Steve pulls his arms up, pressing a kiss to his head gently before he moves towards the chair in the corner of the room that he’s claimed as his. Just as he’s about to settle into the chair, a nurse enters the room to check on everyone. She smiles at the sight of your baby boy in Steve’s arms and says, “You know, there’s a lot of benefits of doing skin-to-skin with your newborn. Especially for dad and baby. Helps to regulate baby, and is great for bonding with your baby. Wanna give it a try?”

You expect Steve to say no. Not that he doesn’t care or doesn’t want to, but you can count the number of times you’ve seen him with his shirt off in public on one hand. After his time in the upside down, he’s marred with scars. Deep ones that eat into his sides and pucker his skin, that are rough and not pleasant to look at. The first time he’d gotten up the courage to take off his shirt at the pool, scars still fresh and pink, he’d gotten incredulous looks and nasty stares. He’d quickly learned that it was better to keep his clothes on to keep the questions to a minimum. He wasn’t ashamed, it was just easier that way. The only times Steve took his shirt off in public was if it was around people who knew what had happened, and even then, sometimes he didn’t want to. The scars were a reminder of all the shit they’d been through, and sometimes it was easier to pretend they didn’t exist. 

So, to say you’re surprised when Steve immediately agrees is an understatement. You watch in shock — and admiration — as Steve hands your son back to you for a moment so he can pull his shirt over his head. In fact, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen him remove his shirt so quickly, even after all your years together. The bite-shaped scars, though not as prominent as they once were, are on full display, still slightly pink and raised against his tan skin. If the nurse notices, she doesn’t say anything; she only smiles, suppressing a laugh as Steve trades you his shirt for your son. 

He takes him carefully, as if your son is made of glass and could break at any moment. He handles him so delicately it makes your heart burst, and you cradle Steve’s shirt to your own chest. Steve finally sits down, placing his little boy in his lap so he can unwrap the blankets and get him out of his tiny onesie. It’s so small that it nearly makes you cry, even more so as you watch your husband lift your son back up and lay him against his chest once the onesie has been set aside. 

He pauses for a moment, not quite comfortable in the chair yet, eyes flicking to the nurse in the corner of the room as he asks, “It’s not— he’s not gonna be too cold, right?”

“Not at all! Skin to skin is actually great for regulating a baby’s body temperature. He’ll be just fine.”

Steve considers what she’s saying and then nods, finally leaning back into his chair, holding your boy to his chest, “Yeah. Okay, yeah, that’s good.” For someone who had been almost as terrified about being a dad as he was excited, he’s taking to it quickly, just like you knew he would. You knew his insecurities had more to do with his parents than his own ability to be a parent, and so far, he’s already proving himself wrong. 

The newborn scrunch is in full effect, your son’s tiny limbs tucked mostly underneath his body against Steve’s chest. He looks content, and you honestly can’t blame him — Steve’s chest is also one of your favorite places to be. Your husband looks just as content; one hand covering the entirety of your son’s back, fingers behind his head for support, the other hand on his small, diaper-covered bum to keep him in place. Steve’s eyes flutter closed after a few moments, settling back into the chair comfortably.

There’s a Polaroid camera sitting on the bedside table next to you, and you reach for it so you can take a picture. You want to remember this. Not only for the sweet moment, but also for Steve’s clear and immediate love for his little boy. The noise of the camera is a lot louder than you anticipated, and Steve cracks one eye open, sending you the best fake glare he can muster with just one eye. It’s ridiculous and it makes you laugh behind your hand, not wanting to wake your sleeping baby. You murmur a half-hearted apology as the picture prints, not really meaning it. 

Steve snorts his own laugh, his chest moving enough for your little boy to grunt quietly in protest, shifting his position against Steve. Quick to soothe, Steve pats at his tiny back gently, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “I know, I know, I’m sorry, sweetheart. Mama’s interrupting our quality time, huh? She had nine whole months with you, and she just has to interrupt us.” 

“Steve,” you giggle, shaking your head as you hold up the now developed picture, “I was trying to capture the moment!”

“Shhh, we’re bonding!”

[rekino2114]

Gifting the chainsaw man girls a plushie of themselves

A/n: I'm still on vacation and wanted to do a smaller post while i'm free so i saw this prompt around and thought it was adorable, I'll probably do it with more fandoms let me know if you wanna see it

Makima

Thinks it's amazing and will treasure it forever, she specific keeps it on a shelf in her office (most of her subordinates are very confused to see it just sitting there around the paperwork)

She will 100% give you a plushie of yourself to repay you

Might ask you for a pochita plushie to replace the real one since she doesn't want it anymore.

"Oh, It's adorable darling you're so talented, how about I make you one of yourself to match?"

Power

She is confused at first and asks what power (lol) you used to make a mini her but quickly grows to love it.

It's soft and cuddly just like meowy whenever you're not near her you can bet she'll be cuddling those two things to fall asleep.

Definitely brags about it to denji and aki. Where are their small and fluffy versions of them uh?

"*gasp* is that an idol of the great power? Very well I will accept this. T-thank you"

Himeno

Thinks it's the cutest thing ever and immediately hugs you and peppers you In kisses as thanks

Will always keep it on her shoulder or in view in general hoping that someone asks her about it so she can start ranting about how wonderful her partner is

You have found her multiple times passed out drunk hugging the plushie and mumbling about how much she loves you

"Oh my God! Is that me? Thanks so much it's soooo cute, well not as cute as the original of course~"

Kobeni higashiyama

An incredibly blushy mess whenever you give her the plushie but thinks it's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for her.

It kinda becomes a comforter for her. Whenever she's more nervous or sad than usual, she hugs the plushie and thinks of you, and it makes her feel at least a bit better

She feels kinda bad about not giving you anything back so she'll probably save the small amount of money she has to buy you a plushie you like.

"O-oh, that's really cute. w-wait, is that m-me? I love it a lot. Thank you so so much"

Quanxi (and her harem)

You immediately got tackled in a hug by 4 of your girlfriends when you showed them plushies of every one of them, quanxi just looked at hers for a while before smiling and joining the group hug

Might genuinely stab someone if they say anything remotely negative about the plushie

She works hard with her girlfriends to make you a plushie of yourself since they thought it wasn't fair that you were the only one in the relationship without one.

"Eh, it really does look like me, you did an amazing job on the girls too, don't worry I'll keep it close at all times"

Asa mitaka

Genuinely can't fathom that you would put effort into making something so cute of her out of everyone and the fact that you gifted her that makes her fall in love with you even more

Always keeps it with her mostly in her bag at school, similarly to kobeni it helps calm her down whenever she's having a bad day, it's a reminder that there is someone willing to love her this much

Yoru once tried to draw the scars on it to make it a plushie of her (just to mess with asa) but thankfully she took control in time

"Wait, seriously? That's....for me? Wow, i- I don't know what to say. Just thank you so much"

Yoru

Acts like she doesn't care that much but actually thinks it's really cute, asa often wakes up finding herself hugging it, courtesy of yoru not being able to sleep without it and taking over during the night.

Definitely brags to asa about it (not realizing it's technically a plushie of both of them)

Might ask you to add some weapons to the plushie to make it more interesting

"Hm? What's that? a plushie? I guess it does kinda resemble me, thanks it is kinda nice"

Fami

She might seem as indifferent as usual but genuinely loves the gesture and thinks it's adorable

She brings it with her whenever she eats (which is most of the time) she even puts a little bib on it, it's really cute to watch

Feels really bad when she gets it dirty (mostly when she's eating) so she'll try cleaning it even if she has no idea how

"I see, so it's a plushie of me. How cute. Thank you, you did a great job"

[stsgluver]

synopsis. gojo satoru always wins.

wc. 880

tags. gojo x reader, fluff, spoilers for 236, possible spelling mistakes I have not proofread this (do I ever?)

a/n. currently clearing out all my old wips. i've already written this in a different version I think but idc bc if i write about him coming home enough times he will eventually do it. my next few works are probs going to be my rich boy!gojo drafts

there was a brief moment when the world stilled. the air was squeezed from your lungs as everything around you slowly began to spin and you weren’t sure the last time you had slept – had it been that long that the hallucinations were finally starting to kick in?

“oh my god.” those were the only words you could utter in your state of disbelief. you couldn’t close your eyes: you couldn’t risk him disappearing. if you were brave enough, you’d reach out to trace the new scars carved into his porcelain skin.

“you can’t say that, you know how my ego is,” gojo looked as gorgeous as ever, arm raised as he leant against the doorframe of his apartment. the same apartment you’d set up camp in nineteen days ago and had only left when yuuji brought you some food. you’d lost too much to process and you were a shell of the person gojo had kissed goodbye to before he left for shibuya. there were deep purple bags under your eyes, your hair was loosely tied back in a messy bun that probably hadn’t been properly washed or brushed in several days and your clothes were probably just gojo’s – you’d been desperate for some sense of familiarity. 

he looked like he hadn’t just been sealed away in another realm. the only evidence of a struggle were his new scars that seemed to decorate every inch of available skin, beyond that he looked excited to be alive, his fitted clothes clinging to him. his cursed energy was terrifyingly immense and you knew him well enough to know he was still riding off of a high that came with fighting for him. 

you were scared to ask who had been the opponent – never would the world’s strongest sorcerer be injured and not cause equal amounts of harm in return. he had a title to uphold after all, something to prove.

“not even a hello?” he shook his head, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he tsked you. he was so casual in his mannerisms, playing it all off as though he hadn’t spent what felt like an eternity counting down the seconds so that he could see you again. “you can’t have forgotten me that quickly.” he was practically whining now, desperate for the love and warmth you gave him but not daring to cross the threshold and smother you. 

you weren’t a sorcerer and though you understood some of his world, there was so much more that you didn’t. gojo would be lying if he said he wasn’t scared that one day it would be too overwhelming for you and you’d leave him like everyone else had. 

so he did what he did best: masked his insecurities with a sarcastic humour that held no bite: “don’t tell me there’s another man in the house.”

you smiled, and blinked, and you were suddenly here again; in the moment with him and not a thousand miles away wondering what the hell he’d been through. a lone tear slipped down your cheek and gojo ached to wipe it away.

“are you… are you real?” your voice was still shaky and if it wasn’t for the complete silence, you doubted that he would’ve been able to hear you. 

but he did, and then his arm is up against the doorframe again and he was gesturing to his physique as he complimented himself, “super powerful, mega rich and dashingly handsome? i know how perfect i may seem but i’m very real.” he winked and suddenly it was like you remembered that you have free will, practically jumping into his arms.

gojo wasn’t phased as he tucked you tightly into his body, his cursed technique completely dropped for the first time in what felt like forever. his body breathed a sigh of relief as his muscles ached.

“you’re such a jackass,” you lifted up your head to rest against his chest, eyes shining with tears that didn't fall.

gojo nodded slowly, brushing back the loose strands of your hair as he stared at you adoringly, “you love me.”

“mhmm,” you hummed, taking a step back from his longing arms to look up at him through your lashes. “y’know,” you traced a finger across the material on his chest, “you could make it up to me by closing your eyes.” his breath hitched ever so slightly under your touch. you leant in so that your lips almost touched his ear, “i need to kick my boytoy out. things could get kinda awkward if you two saw each other.”

it would be easier to list the things gojo wouldn’t do for you. he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, even going as far as to hold a hand over them. “how pretty is he on a scale of 1-10?”

there was a pause before you responded, as you took in every inch of the man that stood before you. a god in a mortal’s body. one that lived and breathed and worshipped you. “he’s gorgeous,” you whispered, breathless simply from his existence alone. and then he’s smiling and laughing and picking you up, spinning you in a circle and telling you how much he loves you and for a few brief seconds he’s just satoru and you’re just his.

[undertheopensky]

Extinction

Whumptober Day 27: I misread Alt Prompt #7 Examination, so I guess this is now a Skies-specific prompt of Extinction. Though if you wanted to get poetic about it, I guess ‘Scars’ would also work.

Characters: Sky, Four, everyone’s kind of there especially in the first part

Trigger warnings: Panic attacks, grief, dehumanisation, it makes sense in context

Read on Ao3!

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“No, see, wolves are to wolfos what unicorns are to horses,” Hyrule is explaining to a perplexed Wild. “And rabbits to a pols voice. Y’know, the non-monstery version.”

“Out of curiosity, what the fuck do you think a unicorn is?” Legend asks, visibly fascinated by the whole conversation.

Hyrule thinks for a moment. “I’m pretty sure it’s like a horse with fairy wings? That doesn’t want to kill you.”

“Okay, I think we need to introduce you to more horses than Twilight’s monster.”

“Oi!” Twilight protests, looking up from his leatherwork.

“Last week she stomped and then ate a deku baba,” Legend says flatly.

“So?”

“Oh my god,” Legend mutters. Then, as Time walks up, his patrol apparently finished, “Hey, old man! What’s a unicorn to you?”

“Horse with a horn,” he replies easily.

Wild wrinkles his nose, clearly struggling to imagine it. “What’s the horn for?”

“For stabbing people, obviously.”

“What?! No!” Indignant, Four looks up from his book. “They cleanse water and purify poisons! There are no legends associating them with the battlefield, except for one country that uses them as the heraldry device for medics!”

Time shrugs, clearly unbothered.

“No wings, then?” asks Hyrule, slightly crestfallen.

“Nah, that’s a pegasus,” says Warriors.

“Like the boots?” Legend squints at the wings on his own.

“I think so? It’s a horse with, like, bird wings. One of the noble families back home uses them in their heraldry. There’s a lot of mythical creatures on heraldry, actually.”

“Rabbits ain’t mythical,” says Twilight.

“I’ve never seen one before.”

“Wait, back up – what’s a rabbit?” says Wind.

“A non-monstery pols voice.”

Wind isn’t pleased with Hyrule’s answer. “And what the hell is a pols voice?”

“It’s like…” Hyrule is stumped by the question. “It’s like… a, a blob with whiskers and long ears, except then it opens its mouth and it’s ALL mouth, and all teeth, and –”

“Oh, those! Huh, I never knew what they were called. I only came across ‘em once. And a rabbit is…”

“Smaller and less evil,” says Legend dryly, which which for some reason makes Twilight sputter with choked laughter.

“Oh, yeah - Sky,” Hyrule turns around to address him, “Sky, you’re the earliest -”

“I have never seen a unicorn,” Sky interrupts. “And I’m not sure what a rabbit is, but there’s a lot of flora and fauna on the Surface we’re still struggling to figure out, and I haven’t seen much of it that’s familiar while travelling with you. Things must change a lot through the eras.” He feels his face fall as his heart does. “Like loftwings, I guess.”

“What are loftwings, anyway? You’ve mentioned them before.”

Sky’s brow furrows. “Have I not explained loftwings yet?”

“You got partway through and then we were attacked by those chuchus and got distracted,” Wild offers.

Sky pulls a face. Right, and then cleanup had taken forever, because chuchus. Of all monster species, why were those ones so universal? They were barely even functional! “Okay. Loftwings are… huge birds, I guess is the easiest way to describe them. Each Hylian gets a loftwing partner when we’re young, and we grow up together. It’s - everyone has one. It’s been really weird to me that none of your eras have them. Since we’re on an isolated series of islands - or, well, we were - loftwings are essential to carry us from place to place.”

“They carry you? How big are they?”

“Pretty big.” Sky squints for a moment. “Crimson’s wingspan would stretch between that log and where Twilight’s sitting, easy.”

“Giant birds?” Wind screws up his face. “Like the Helmaroc King? Don’t like that.”

It’s Hyrule’s turn to make a face. “What’s a helmaroc king?”

Wind shrugs. “Massive bird monster. Oh, hey, maybe that’s what happened to Loftwings?”

“Hm?” Sky blinks back from where he’d been imagining Crimson sitting between Twilight and Warriors, sneakily tugging the captain’s scarf whenever he looked away. Goddess, he misses him. “Sorry, what was that?”

“You said it was weird that they don’t exist in any of our eras, right? Maybe it’s because they turned into monsters over time, like wolves and rabbits!”

Sky doesn’t know what noise he makes at that, doesn’t know what his face is doing. He feels cold, and sick, and horrified, because no no no that can’t be what happened please tell him that’s not what happened -

But why did the loftwings disappear? Left behind only in heraldry and insignia, not even their names left to history? How could they have been forgotten so completely?

“No,” he chokes out, “no, that can’t be. Loftwings aren’t monsters.”

“But sometimes animals can become monsters when they’re exposed to lots of dark magic over many years, like with wolfos. It would make sense why we’ve never heard of them, right, if they all became, like, kargarocs or something.”

The voices of the others die away to an indistinct hum. Sky thinks he should be concerned about that, except he’s already occupied with the sudden chill against his skin, the way his heart feels simultaneously too large and too small for the space it occupies, straining and racing, the way his lungs burn when he tries to breathe and ache when he doesn’t.

His head hurts.

His heart hurts.

Slowly, the buzzing fades.

“If we find a unicorn, do you think we can smuggle it back to my Hyrule?” Hyrule is asking.

“The hell do you want one of them for?”

“If they can really purify water, then –”

They’ve moved on from the conversational bomb that had rocked Sky to his foundations. Accepted the explanation without comment or question. To them, it’s just another strange fact about the world, like the way monsters in Wild’s Hyrule will all spring back to life when the moon turns red, or that there’s magic trapped in music. Over time, animals can turn into monsters.

And Sky just – doesn’t know how, doesn’t have the vocabulary to explain to them that loftwings aren’t animals – they’re people.

(He’s never had to explain it before. On Skyloft, everyone knows this, from the smallest child to the most forgetful elder: loftwings are your partner, the other half of your soul. They’re people.

When they can’t even understand that much, how does he even begin to explain how horrifying it is to think of them becoming nothing more than monsters, over the millenia?)

–––

Maybe this time, Sky thinks. Maybe this time the portal will take them home.

To his home, at least. He’s never been away so long before. And his jaunts to the Surface had in no way prepared him for the loneliness of being eras and countries away from his friends and his family and his loftwing. And maybe - maybe with it all close to hand, the feelings at his fingertips - he’ll be able to explain it better to the others. Explain it so they’ll understand.

The saturated colours and faint burr of magic through the earth raise his hopes briefly, but - no. This isn’t Skyloft. Isn’t even the Surface beneath it. It’s - it’s easier to define it by what it isn’t. The Surface has lain untouched by Hylian hands for centuries, ancient and wild. This place - it feels tamer. Steadier. Young, almost, but not in the sense of age - in the sense of, of rawness in its magic. It feels new.

And for all that - he knows the days of Skyloft and her Knights are long behind this place.

“Mine,” announces Four, unknowingly confirming Sky’s thoughts. “We’re not far from Lake Hylia, from the looks of it. Anyone wanna watch Wild go fishing again?”

“Hell yeah!” Wind cheers immediately, over Twilight’s groan of frustration.

“Cub, really -”

Wild brightens. “We should compete! See who can catch the most fish for dinner!”

“Now that’s jus’ not fair, Wild, yer explosions will scare off any fish they don’t kill -”

Always happy to stir the pot, Legend says, “Sounds like a skill issue,” and grins at Twilight’s dark look.

Sitting at the base of a tree - or slumping, more accurately - Sky watches their antics with a quiet gaze and no interest in joining in himself.

He’d known it wasn’t likely. The number of times they’ve gone to a familiar Hyrule are far outnumbered by the times no one can identify, and even then, there’s eight other time periods they could land in. He can’t help the disappointment, is all.

Is this what homesickness feels like?

It kinda sucks. No wonder Wind was so miserable.

He’s drawn from contemplating the pooling unhappiness under his ribcage by Four inching closer, hands tucked behind his back. He looks - nervous. Not like he’s going to try to drag him into the water fight now happening on the lake’s shore, at least. Just uncertain. The smile Sky musters for him is probably not a very good one. “Something up, Four?”

“I, um.” Four rocks on his heels, looking almost uncertain. “I… wanted to show you. Something.”

Sky doesn’t actually want to be left alone with his thoughts, so he nods agreeably and hauls himself to his feet. “Lead the way, then.”

Four takes him far enough into the forest that the shouts and laughter and echoes of Wild’s small explosions fade entirely, before choosing a wide clearing to pause in. “I, um.” Four spins, clasping his hands behind his back again. “I noticed that you - well. When the others were talking about loftwings the other day. You got really upset when they were talking about them becoming monsters, or going extinct.”

Ice shoots through Sky’s heart, freezes over his throat for one critical moment. “Yeah,” he finally rasps. “I don’t - it’s - they don’t -”

Four shakes his head. “It’s okay. You don’t need to explain it. I just wanted to show you -” He fumbles with his pouch, pulls out a child-sized ocarina that’s not quite too small for his hands.

The tune he plays sounds almost like a birdcall.

It’s pleasant, if mournful. Sweet-toned and piping like wind instruments tend to be. Sky wonders why Four had moved them so far away just to play him a short song, and then -

Wingbeats. Loud and unmistakeable.

He startles and looks up as a shadow passes overhead - a shadow too large to be any of the birds of Four’s era - and all he can see is a half-silhouette framed in the sun, but his heart leaps at the familiarity.

And when they land -

A loftwing.

Small, but distinctive: the beak broad and long and golden, the curl of their crest and their tail. Pure white, save the bars of colour across the feathertips - Sky’s never seen one like them and he’s never been so relieved.

“Her name is Zeffa,” Four says, from where he’s half-wrapped around the loftwing’s neck in a hug.

“You never told me you had a loftwing,” Sky breathes, stepping forward to greet them - to greet her, as she reaches out in curious welcome.

Four shrugs, feathers ruffling against his back. “I never knew what they were called. She was always just Zeffa, to me. She came to me when I was eight, in the middle of my first adventure. She saved my life,” he adds, snuggling his face into the side of hers as she ducks down and croons at him.

Sky takes the opportunity to look her over more closely. Definitely smaller than average, but with Four as her rider they’re perfectly proportioned. Her feathers are all clean white, no countershading or freckles or markings except the traditional wing bars, the gold fringed by something he’s never seen before. He’d thought it was a simple deep blue at first but it keeps changing colour as Zeffa shifts and the light hits it in different ways. Green one way, red another; a rainbow trapped in keratin fibre.

Sky can feel the grin creeping across his face; wouldn’t dream of trying to stop. “She suits you.”

Four grins back. He looks so comfortable, standing in the shade of Zeffa’s beak and leaning up against her. “She does, doesn’t she?”

Her mind is different to Crimson’s, all shades of cool water instead of open sky and cloud, but it’s still crystal clear. Greetings, Chosen Hero.

“Been a while since I heard that one.” Been a while since he’d last spoken with a loftwing, for that matter; he hopes he’s not rusty. Hopes she can sense his delight and fondness and gratitude, for the care she shows to Four.

She clacks her beak at him, pleased.

“Do all the loftwings call you that?” Four asks, riveted, and Sky’s heart swells at the knowledge that Four can hear her too.

“Usually just the ones who don’t know me personally, or the ones who are making fun of me.” He steps closer, with her approval.

The top of her head barely clears his own. Taking that into account, Sky thinks her beak is a little smaller, too. She smells of feathers and ozone and rain. She smells like home.

“So loftwings do still exist.”

She regards him with something like sorrow, and his heart drops.

I am the last.

I was born towards the end of your reign; the last true loftwing born to Skyloft. And I knew even then that I would be waiting a long time for my beloved. I was born knowing it.

You grieved that, even then. I was too young to tell you, but I will say now, in hopes you will remember: I do not regret the waiting. They were worth waiting for. She tugs Four’s headband playfully, making him shout in protest when it slips over his eyes.

“How long did you have to wait?” Sky whispers, heart aching. Even if she says - he knows it’s a long, long time between Four’s era and his own.

She shrugs, wings settling back against her sides. Who can say? What is time, and how does it pass? Is it truly waiting, to simply live?

And oh, her personality is shining through - mischief hidden under patience, the glee of being deliberately and annoyingly cryptic. No wonder Four didn’t know what she was. Every attempt to ask was probably met with a riddle until he gave up. Sky finds himself smiling again. Even though it hurts. “You still had to be alone, and for that, I’m sorry.”

There is no fault to claim. All things change. From the kikwi to the zora - as the world changes, all must change with it, or be left behind. She runs her beak through his hair, an attempt at comfort.

Sky buries his face in the side of her neck.

I am the last. But do not grieve us.

Four tugs on his sleeve, breaking the focus of his connection. “C’mon, I wanna - I’ve still got something to show you, Zeffa’s not all of it.”

Sky glances back towards the lake. “Is it far?” They’ve been gone long enough as it is, really, and he doesn’t want the others wasting their time searching for them in a panic.

Four shrugs. “It’s fine. I told Time where we’d be going. C’mon, hop on, it’s not far by air but I wouldn’t wanna walk.” He follows his own advice, clambering up Zeffa’s side with ease and sitting across her shoulders, legs in front of her wings. He doesn’t even seem to notice the lack of saddle.

Why would he? Sky thinks with another pang. Loftwing saddlers haven’t been needed for centuries. Does Four even know they existed? “Are you sure she can carry us both? I’m pretty heavy.”

Four looks offended on Zeffa’s behalf. “She’s not that small! And she’s taken multiple people before!”

I will be fine, your majesty. Zeffa clacks at him, amused.

Sky deliberately does not pay attention to that last part. “If you’re sure I won’t hurt her…”

“You won’t,” says Four, and he’s so confident with him that Sky believes him.

There’s nowhere to jump from so like Four he mounts up on the ground, Four in front and Sky behind. It makes him nervous, riding without a saddle - not because he thinks he’ll fall off, but because what if he hurts her? Crushes her feathers the wrong way, clamps down too tight without leather to buffer the force? And is Four sure she can take off from here, getting airborne is hard enough without carrying so much extra weight -

She turns her head to laugh at him with one large, dark eye.

Her wings spread wide. They’re beautiful in the sunlight, red and green flashing at the edges of her primaries. There’s even some purple in the shadows closest to her body, all four of Four’s tunic colours shining through her wings. Goddess, she fits him so beautifully.

Two steps and a powerful wingbeat and then the air is rushing up around them, catching them like they were already falling, and they’re in the air. It can only have been magic but Sky doesn’t know where it came from; can’t bring himself to care, when the forest is getting smaller and blurrier under their feet and the wind is streaming ice-cold against his face and neck and ears.

Goddess, he’s missed this.

The sky looks so much more beautiful from up here; the clouds like they could be solid enough to walk on (though he knows that’s not true). Laid out beneath them is the kingdom, in lines and squares and patches of colour, abstract and strange. Could he draw a map of this, Sky wonders? Could he figure out where things used to be, if he can find the right landmarks?

Four grins at him over his shoulder, delighted by Sky’s happiness.

True to Four’s word, they’re not in the air long before Zeffa is banking, beginning a descent that for the first time in years makes a pang of disappointment rise in Sky’s gut. Goddess, he wants to go home.

Four lets him jump off when they get close, but doesn’t follow. Sky has a moment of panic before remembering Four definitely has a gliding item, he’s not trapped up there, and then Zeffa’s actually landing with the Hero of the Four Sword still perched on her back. There’s another blast of definitely wind magic as she touches down, cushioning what might otherwise have been a heavy landing. That explains it. Does that happen every time? Is it something Zeffa learned, since there are no sky islands to jump off of here? He’ll have to ask her, later.

“Where are we?” Sky says as Four swings off the loftwing’s back. The ruins they landed in are ancient and unfamiliar, but he thinks - he can almost understand the text carved into stone, if he tilts his head and squints. He doesn’t know this place - it just - echoes, somehow.

“The Fortress of Winds,” Four says. He hasn’t moved from the centre platform, still pressed up against Zeffa as he watches Sky move around. “This is where I first met Zeffa.”

“Uh huh?” Sky’s listening, he swears, but there’s something about the letters on this stone tablet, almost but not-quite the same as his own. If he squints just a little - no, maybe this way -?

Four comes over to tug on his sleeve again. “C’mere, I think you’re moving too much.”

They both sit in the shade thrown by Zeffa, as she spreads her wings to sunbathe.

“Are we waiting for something?”

“Shhhh,” is all Four says in response.

Sky gives up and settles in. With Zeffa’s wing breaking the worst of the wind, and her dusty feather-smell surrounding him, Sky’s the most relaxed he’s been in weeks.

Then he starts to hear something.

High-pitched chitters and whistles, the beating of small wings. Four had said there were no monsters left in the fortress, but that sure sounded like keese to Sky. Slowly, so as not to attract attention, he turns his head to peer around the edge of Zeffa’s wing.

His heart leaps into his throat and stays there.

Birds. Brightly coloured, greens and blues and oranges, perching on the rockwork and hopping around the lichen-covered floor.

Their beaks are short and sharply curved. They’ve lost the long, flexible tails that streamed out behind them in flight, replaced by a fan of feathers that seems impractically small. The feather banding is missing, the white and gold of the goddess and the contrasting partner flashings.

And of course, they’re tiny. Small enough to sit on an outstretched arm; the smallest could sit on his hand.

But the crests are still there, three wispy, curling feathers on the back of the skull that flex and stretch as they chatter amongst themselves. There’s still a flash of intelligence in their small, dark eyes. The nearest hops closer and chirps in greeting, and he feels a press of joy! and welcome! and sneaky, mischievous play? Play! Play with us!

Sky doesn’t realise he’s crying until the tears spill over in hot rivers. Four shoots him a worried look.

“They’re still here,” he chokes out, and smiles.

After everything, the loftwings are still here.

[curiositymemes]

STICK SEASON: WE'LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER.

taken from the 2023 album by noah kahan. trigger warnings for mental illness, trauma, medication, references to suicide, and the exquisite agony of life in rural new england. feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.

northern attitude.

how you been? 

you settled down?

you feelin’ right? 

you feelin’ proud?

you settle in to routine.

what does it mean? 

i’m not how you hoped.

you’re gettin’ lost.

scared to live, scared to die. 

you’re feelin’ lost.

stick season.

you must’ve had yourself a change of heart.

now i am stuck between my anger and the blame that i can’t face.

it’s half my fault, but i just like to play the victim. 

i’ll dream each night of some version of you that i might not have but i did not lose. 

i thought that if i piled something good on all my bad i could cancel out the darkness i inherited from dad. 

i miss the way you laugh.

you once called me forever now you still can’t call me back.

that’ll have to do.

my other half was you.

i hope this pain’s just passin’ through, but i doubt it. 

all my love.

how have things been?

well, love, now that you mention it.

i’m sayin’ too much, but you know how it gets out here.

now i know your name, but not who you are.

it’s all okay, there ain’t a drop of bad blood.

you got all my love.

if you need me, dear, i’m the same as i was.

what i’d give to have you out of me.

i still recall how the leather in your car feels.

and at the end of it all, i just hope that your scars heal.

i swear i was scared to death.

i smiled stupid the whole way home.

you said, ‘i’ll never let you go.’

she calls me back.

there was heaven in your eyes. 

everything’s alright.

look at me and don’t you lie.

don’t you hold your head up high.

for bullshit, i do not have time.

do you lie awake restless?

why am i so obsessive?

this town’s the same as you left it.

the radio is taunting me.

i don’t get much sleep most nights.

i’m seeing you in every dream.

if only i could fall asleep. 

i’ll love you when the oceans dry. 

i was too afraid of living life in your footsteps.

come over.

it was there when we got here, will be there when we leave.

you won’t have to guess who they’re speakin’ about.

i’m in the process of clearin’ out cobwebs. 

i was takin’ the wrong meds; feels good to be sad.

my house is just barely big enough for my family.

my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it.

i promise you, darlin’.

you won’t ever go back.

i know that it ain’t much.

i know that it ain’t cool.

you don’t have to tell the other kids at school.

someday i’m gonna be somebody people want.

new perspective.

makin’ me nostalgic.

we were kids; but that don’t make this less hard.

if i could fly i doubt i’d even do it. 

i’d probably get high and crash or somethin’ stupid.

gave me your word.

i can’t pronounce it.

no thing so sure that i can’t learn to doubt it.

everywhere, everything.

would we survive in a horror movie?

we trust everyone we meet.

we’re littered with scars from our preteens.

i wanna love you ‘til we’re food for the worms to eat.

‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours. 

i know every route in this county.

maybe that ain’t such a bad thing.

i’ll tell you where not to speed.

it’s been a long year.

orange juice.

honey, come over.

it’s yours if you want it.

we’re just glad you could visit. 

feels like i’ve been ready for you to come home for so long.

i didn’t think to ask you where you’d gone. 

why’d you go?

my heart has changed and my soul has changed.

you just asked me to hold you.

it made you a stranger and it filled you with anger.

my life has changed.

the world has changed.

don’t you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on?

are we all just pullin’ you down?

strawberry wine.

darling, speak to me.

don’t you say a word.

you thought you were cursed?

i’m in love with every song you’ve ever heard.

if i could lose you, i would.

all the time we used to have.

the things i miss but know are never coming back. 

no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft.

growing sideways.

finally found some middle ground.

i said, ‘i’m cured.’

i divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts.

i’m still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them.

it’s a start.

but i ignore things and i move sideways ‘til i forget what i felt in the first place.

i know there are worse ways to stay alive.

everyone’s growing and everyone’s healthy.

if my engine works perfect on empty, i guess i’ll drive. 

i forgot my medication, fell into a manic high.

now i’m sufferin’ in style.

why is pain so damn impatient? ain’t like it’s got a place to be.

if all my time was wasted, i don’t mind. 

i’ll watch it go.

it’s better to die numb than feel it all.

halloween.

the dawn isn’t here, the sun hasn’t rose.

they got money to make and children back home.

i worry for you, you worry for me.

the bridges have long since been burnt. 

i’m leavin’ this town and i’m changin’ my address.

i know that you’ll come if you want.

i’m losin’ myself.

i’m seein’ my life on a screen.

i know that you fear that i’m wicked and weary.

i know that you’re fearin’ the end. 

i only tell the truth when i’m sure that i’m lyin’. 

homesick.

are you bored yet?

the weather ain’t been bad if you’re into masochistic bullshit.

this place is such great motivation for anyone tryna move the fuck away from hibernation. 

time moves so damn slow i swear i feel my organs failing.

i stopped caring ‘bout a month ago, since then it’s been smooth sailing. 

i would leave if only i could find a reason. 

i got dreams, but i cant make myself believe them. 

i’ll spend the rest of my life with what could have been. 

i will die in the house that i grew up in.

i’m homesick. 

still.

i don’t wanna say goodbye.

it only falls into place when you’re fallin’ to pieces.

you miss something that you can’t place but you can’t deny it. 

you can’t stay here.

it’s hard to face and it feels too ugly.

it’s like i’m still here with you. 

can i fix what is broken?

the view between villages (extended). 

for a minute, the world seems so simple.

i am not scared of death.

i’ve got dreams again.

there is meanin’ on earth. 

i feel so far from it.

it’s all washin’ over me. 

i’m angry again. 

the things that i lost here, the people i knew.

they got me surrounded for a mile or two. 

i found a town big enough for anything i want.

i’m not a city girl, by any means.

it still has a lot of meaning to me.

i grew up there. 

your needs, my needs.

you ain’t gotta tell me what it means.

i promise to be there this time. alright? 

you were a work of art.

that’s the hardest part.

i’m naming the stars in the sky after you.

dial drunk.

i promised to forget you.

i ain’t takin’ any fault.

am i half the man i used to be? i doubt it.

forget about it, whatever.

it’s all the same anyways.

i ain’t proud of all the punches that i’ve thrown. 

for the shame of being young, drunk, and alone.

i gave your name as my emergency phone call.

i’d die for you.

from charmin’ to alarmin’ in seconds.

i’ll let the pain metastasize.

i beg you, sir, just let me call.

let’s wait, i swear she’ll call me back.

son, are you a danger to yourself?

fuck that, sir.

son, why do you do this to yourself?

paul revere.

this place had a heartbeat in its day.

nothin’ was the same.

it just ain’t that simple, it never was.

one day i’m gonna cut it clear.

i’m not from around here.

i’ll leave before the road crew’s out. 

i’ll turn up the music and i’ll forget.

i’m not ready to let go yet.

i’ll just pretend i didn’t hear.

it’s typical, i fear.

folks just disappear.

if i could leave, i would’ve already left.

no complaints.

i thought i had something and that’s the same as having something.

i get mad at nothing.

i pull no punches, then feel bad for months.

thought i was raised better, tried to fake better.

now the weight of the world ain’t so bad.

i saw the end, it looks just like the middle.

i filled the hole in my head with prescription medication.

who am i to complain?

now the pain’s different. It still exists, it just escapes different.

yes, i’m young and living dreams.

i’m in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen.

call your mom.

oh, you’re spiralin’ again.

don’t you cancel any plans.

stayed on the line with you the entire night ‘til you let it out and let it in.

don’t let this darkness fool you.

i’ll drive all night.

i’ll call your mom.

oh, dear, don’t be discouraged.

i’ve been exactly where you are.

if you could see yourself like this.

you’dve never tried it.

stayed on the line with you the entire night ‘til you told me that you had to go.

throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason.

don’t wanna drive another mile wonderin’ if you’re breathin’.

won’t you stay with me?

you’re gonna go far. 

this is good land, or at least it was.

it takes a strong hand and a sound mind.

it makes me smile to know when things get hard, you’ll be far from here.

pack up your car.

put a hand to your heart.

say whatever you feel.

be wherever you are.

we ain’t angry at you, love. 

you’re the greatest thing we’ve lost.

the birds will still sing.

we’ll be waiting for you, love.

we’ll all be here forever.

we spent so long just getting by.

that’s the thing about survival; who the hell likes livin’ just to die?

you told me you would make a difference.

it won’t be by your own volition if you step foot outside this town.

it’s all we’ve had for always.

you’re gonna go far.

if you wanna go far, then you gotta go far.

forever.

let’s drive for no reason.

you look fine in the evening.

honey, it’s starting to storm.

used to wish i meant anything to anywhere, to anyone.

i’m glad i get forever to see where you end.

i won’t be alone for the rest of my life.

i’ll meet a girl in the heat of july.

i’ll tell her so she knows.

i’m broke, but i’m real rich in my head.

when i hold her close, i might loosen my grip, but i won’t ever let her go.

[melkyt]

Switching it up lol.

Immortal!Law/Seraphim!Luffy - Major character death

The king of the pirates achieved his goal, lived a good life surrounded by those that he cared for, and in time, he passed away.

Law thought that he would follow him soon, but the immortality surgery happened to be something that one has to give away. Until then, they will live forever. Law lost his chance to give it to the man he loved and never said, nobody else ever seemed worthy to give his life for. Which is the prerequisite of being able to use the surgery, *devotion*. So he wanders for a long time, helping people, curing diseases, making sure the world Luffy left behind is safe.

He sometimes visits islands that is under the strawhats protection, even after Luffy's death, his fleet, his friends still keep a presence. Zoro is set on keeping order as long as he can. Law's next stop is egghead, after the events that happened there, it is slowly being fixed up and getting back to what it was. He likes hearing the stories of what the strawhats pulled here decades ago.

Law is sitting at the bar, talking to someone who recognized him, and was around back then. Its a peaceful, quiet chat. Law doesnt quite pay attention as he sips from his drink and lets his mind slow down for once.

That is when he sees a form across the crowded street. Familar curls, eyes filled with joy, laughter that rungs above everyone elses.

"Luffy!" Law is up and shouting his name before he can think, striding closer.

And they turn, looking a little confused, large wings fluttering as they open. There is a flash of memory in the seraphims eyes, or maybe Law imagines it. This close, he can see that they are differences, no scar, the smile more hesitant at the corners of his mouth, the stark white hair of the Nika form.

The one next to him is a seraphim version of Zoro, ofcourse he wouldn't leave his captain, even in a situation like this.

"My mistake" Law takes a deep, steadying breath. It's not Luffy. It is one of the clones that have been stirring trouble the last few years. If he paid more attention to the news, he wouldn't be caught unaware now.

S-Luffy blinks, tilting his head. "Wait, you're Trafalgar Law!I wanna ask you things!"

Law flinches, Luffy only called him by his name once or twice, when they were arguing. It brings back memories he doesn't want to face. He shouldn't have shouted, it is time to leave.

The seraphim moves faster than him, flying over the crowd and landing with a heavy thud of machinery that sustains his body. "Don't run, I just wanna talk about previous me!"

"No" Law turns and walks in a different direction. It is too much to see Luffy there as a different man, one he can't hold and whisper how much Law missed him.

The clone cant take no for answer, just like the original Luffy. Genetic memory goes hard in this case.

He follows after with a million questions and never stops talking. It eventually works as Law's determination and resistance falters in the light of Luffy's enthusiasm as it always does. He sits down in some back alley and starts answering them.

They talk well into the night and for days after. Neither have to sleep, eat, or drink if they dont want to. Law wants to spend as much time as he can get before forgetting that the clone exists. it's not his Luffy.

After S-Luffy runs out of questions to ask, he doesnt want to leave Law either, and he wont.

Que S-Luffy coming up with random reasons, random things for Law to do as a doctor and a lover of information, until he has a house on egghead and doesn't even think of leaving. Domestic shenanigans ensue as the two immortals try to figure out where they stand with the memory of the original Luffy being the thing that connects them and a standard that is impossible to match up to. Law finds that his love for S-Luffy is different, built in moments of peace, and cant be blamed on adrenaline which is what he did all those years ago when he did not want to face his feelings.

-end-

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[anonymouspuzzler]

focus is bad today so for some reason that means More Cally O'Pia AU Stuff!! today we go back to How Is Psychonauts 1 Different because this was rattling around in my brain for a while

the biggest change is that Sheegor and Crispin's roles-slash-physical positions are swapped, which is a deliberate choice by "Loboto", who's putting everyone in positions where they can slow down the project and/or increase the chances that the Psychonauts can bust in and shut things down if and when they catch on to what's happening. Sheegor's basically Only guarding the elevator for fear of Mr. Pokeylope's safety (note: Pokeylope is perfectly safe and chill up in the tea room with Lilli; Cal just has to put up some kind of false threat so Sheegor doesn't just up and run, cause he doesn't want Oleander replacing her with someone more competent), and when she sees Raz genuinely helping the inmates - and assembling the Loboto disguise for good measure - she's very willing to let him slip by and hopefully stop the "doctor" and Oleander.

Once Raz does start his ascent up the tower, "Loboto" actually takes the place of Sheegor in the original game, and unlike her, he's actually trying to make sure Raz makes it upstairs rather than force him to turn back - by that point Oleander's brought in the brainless Sasha and Milla, so Cal knows Raz is basically his last chance to get things shut down. Much like Sheegor, he kind of lurks around in the shadows and never makes direct contact with Raz; unlike Sheegor, "Loboto" clears rubble to create or point out paths if/when Raz gets stuck instead of One Million Rats Explode Forever. (Once Raz gets to the top, he also Gets The Hell Out of Dodge and escapes to the Rhombus of Ruin - maybe he shuttles the inmates back to the mainland and/or helps Augustus get to Thorney Towers before he does; maybe he just literally peaces out. I haven't decided. Either way, he basically exits the story at that point.)

Last but not least, Crispin's now the guy actually working up in the lab, and serves as kind of a combination of Loboto and Sheegor in terms of the last obstacle Raz has to overcome (with Mr. Pokeylope's help, of course). Once again, "Loboto" put him in this position very deliberately - he's enough of a suck-up and flatterer that it helps keep Oleander from noticing that "Loboto" is very deliberately sabotaging things, but he's also a non-scientist with terrible cataracts, which is slowing down brain-tank production significantly. Raz basically just sneaks by him and sends him flying the same way he does Loboto in canon, and from there all's pretty much as normal with Oleander and his whole confrontation.

[Full image ID/transcript under cut!]

A black-and-white, digital ink drawing featuring Psychonauts characters from Puzz's "Cally O'Pia AU". On the top left border of the page is a text box reading "Thorney Towers / The Lab of Dr. Loboto". Along the bottom left edge are drawings of four characters all standing in fairly neutral poses, facing the viewer: Sheegor, the AU version of "Doctor Loboto" (differentiated by round glasses instead of magnifier lenses, no scars on his head, and having both natural arms wearing gloves instead of a prosthetic right arm), Crispin (holding a brain in a jar), and Oleander. In the top right corner, there is a drawing of Raz in the dilapidated portion of Thorney Towers, looking over his shoulder at a silhouetted Loboto in the far background. Each character as well as the top right drawing has a caption, indicated by an arrow pointing from the text to the drawing.

Sheegor: Guarding the elevator & watching the inmates. Lets Raz up after he proves he's there to help & assembles a disguise for Crispin.

"Doctor Loboto": Actually Cally O'Pia, keeps up the Loboto persona with everyone but Oleander. Deliberately stationed Sheegor & Crispin to maximize chances of Psychonauts shutting this down.

Crispin: Assisting in the lab, takes this very seriously. Doesn't suspect Loboto is an undercover agent.

Oleander: Same as he ever was. Functionally blackmailing "Loboto" into helping, but isn't present enough to notice his subtle sabotage.

Instead of Sheegor following Raz through the tower and trying to stop him from getting to the lab, "Loboto" follows to keep an eye on his progress and occasionally create or reveal a path.

End ID.

[badkitty3000]

How do you think he would react to being dumped out of nowhere by someone he liked a lot?

The addendum to this question by Anon was "for no reason". And thank you for this, because once I started thinking about it, I realized my poor little version of Five has been dumped several times over by multiple love interests in my writings. Although usually he had it coming! But he does not take it well, to say the least. Of course, they always see the light and come back in the end, but he has to suffer first. 😂

Five may be amazing in a multitude of different ways, but he is still human. And no one likes to be dumped. Especially by someone they really liked or loved. Everyone reacts differently to heartbreak, though, and Five being Five he is going to be extra dramatic about it.

If he sees it coming, he's going to start to panic and try and salvage the situation. I don't want to say "begging" necessarily, but definitely trying to convince them not to do it. When that doesn't work, he switches gears and starts to get mean as a defense mechanism. Spitting a few insults back at them that he knows will hit them where it hurts is the final nail in the relationship coffin. He knows this, so he's not going to stick around any longer than he has to; either storming off or blinking away to hide his true feelings.

Afterwards, when he's alone, that's when he starts his downward spiral. It's his fault. He did this. He had it so good and he went fucked everything up. He's not normal and he doesn't know how to be in a real relationship. What was he even thinking. He's better off alone. He's not meant for love.

Oh, the angst!! 😫

This is accompanied by some major binge drinking and wallowing in self-pity. He is too proud to try and go back and apologize. He figures they've written him off anyway, so what's the point. Maybe he'll throw himself into his work (i.e. murder) to try and get his mind off of it.

Eventually, he'll move on. He'll clean up his act a little and maybe stop drinking so much. He'll start to be a little more social. But that wound is never going to heal completely. He will carry it around with him forever; just another lasting scar among many that serve as reminders of his past failures.

Poor Fivey! More damn drama than a teenage girl whose rival is wearing the same dress as her to the school dance, I swear to god! 😂

The real question, though, is who are these people breaking up with our man? As if they are going to find another hot, dark haired, brooding man with past trauma and anger issues that is dynamite in the sack, loves them unconditionally, and would kill for them. When you win the jackpot, you don't just throw it away! Everyone knows if you hang in there long enough, you can fix him (this is a joke btw).

Thanks for the ask! ❤️

[dreameddragons]

thoughts on a f&b jaehaera lives au

jaehaera and and aegon iii stay married all their lives but have no children together. open question of whether their marriage was ever consummated (no). aegon immediately names viserys his heir once he shows up again and definitely uses this as his excuse whenever someone asks why he doesn't have kids.

post-dance trauma means jaehaera and aegon can barely even stand to be in the same room with each other for literally years but they eventually settle into a kind of wary coexistence. i think they do eventually come to like, tolerate each other but they're most content just leaving each other alone

because child king aegon is scandalously not impregnating his child bride cousin there's def a push from people around him (cough unwin peake) to get him to set jaehaera aside/dissolve the marriage and marry someone else bc obviously if aegon just had the Right Woman it would fix him. daenaera velaryon is def brought to court for this (she's not really aware of it bc she's like. well probably a bit older than canon but still A Child) and ends up becoming basically a lady-in-waiting to jaehaera. arguably jaehaera's only real friend for her entire life besides her dragon.

viserys still marries larra but their kids in this instance are daeron baelor daena elaena and rhaena. popped out in VERY quick succession idk maybe some of them are twins (daeron & daena being twins would be a fun dynamic i think especially after daeron's death/if daena and daeron were supposed to be married to Restore The Glory Of House Targaryen. and then daeron gets himself killed in dorne before they're even married & daena is married off to her little brother baelor etc etc)

larra still leaves shortly after her youngest kid is born and goes back to lys. after receiving word that she died or idk just telling everyone that she's Definitely For Sure Dead Marriage Over/finagling some way to get the marriage dissolved on account of her being an unpopular dreaded foreigner viserys remarries to daenaera. HUGE rift with jaehaera here bc she never warmed up to viserys and she sees it as viserys stealing her sole friend and confidant daenaera/sees daenaera as abandoning her for viserys. i think adult jaehaera is perceived as being very withdrawn & cold and unfriendly by other people (except daenaera) & capable of holding a grudge forever. refuses to even speak to viserys or daenaera after this until probably after viserys dies

anyways viserys & daenaera's kids are aegon iv naerys and aemon. causes some changes to timeline/succession so it's aegon iii -> viserys ii (briefly) -> daeron i (dies in dorne) -> baelor the blessed (locks up his sisters, dies from fasting) -> aegon iv. meat grinder generation bc after aegon they're all killing themselves trying to achieve their version of Restoring House Targaryen until aegon iv who just genuinely does not care but still manages to fuck everyone over anyways

no idea when/how jaehaera dies but i think she definitely outlives both aegon iii and viserys ii by like, several decades probably. last survivor of the dance carries the scars for her entire life none of the next generation want to acknowledge her or what she lived through while they're setting up the stage for the next targaryen civil war. ghost from the last iteration of the targ self destruction cycle looming in the background well past her time. i think the later years of her life are the closest to happy she ever gets tho because she no longer has the constant political panopticon of being queen and people finally just leave her the fuck alone. she and daenaera both end up as pushed aside forgotten dowager queens and it's the most freedom either of them has ever had in their lives and it only cost watching basically their entire family kill themselves for the second time.

[piratefishmama]

Everything wrong with the liveaction Avatar and WHY.

in my own personal opinion that nobody need agree with me on.

Zuko fought back in the Agni Kai against his father.

Okay so, so far, there's been a lot of people trying to explain why this was wrong with the very limited space on twitter, i'm going to do it here, on tumblr, where i have unlimited space, whee. In the original show, Zuko, with pure terror in his heart, got down on his knees, begged, and pleaded for forgiveness that his father would not give, before being burned and banished for his weakness and disrespect. This gave the audience the impression that Ozai was fucking terrifying. His power was beyond comprehension, and he was so scary that his own son, his own progeny, would still be TOO AFRAID of him, to even dare cross him. Even at the cost of his honour. Ozai wouldn't even grant mercy to his own terrified son, scarring his face, a part of Zuko that he could never hide, so everyone would forever see the proof of Zuko's dishonour and shame. Ozai was awful. In every single way, but he was also terrifying. The Live Action version had Zuko fighting back. Not only did it have him fighting back, it also had him obtain an actual chance to win that fight. Now, an Agni Kai, is a fight between firebenders where the first person to be burned, loses. Undoubtedly, Ozai had many oppportunities to burn his son from the get go, but for a brief moment, Zuko has the upper hand, right here

It's right here, that Zuko could have won an Agni Kai against his father, the firelord, and big bad of the entire series, right out of the gate, before he'd even hit adulthood. Pathetic. Dont get me wrong, it's a cool scene, but it greatly diminishes how scary Ozai is supposed to be. Zuko has the strength to fight back, he's scared, but he's not paralyzed with fear, he's able to fight back, and damn near almost WIN. Shit's pathetic. Ozai almost got his shit rocked by a teenager. Who isnt even the avatar. Cartoon Ozai was a terrifying monster who had the actual avatar so scared he was having recurring nightmares about rocking up to the big fight without pants, this dude's just a terrible father with superpowers.

The Face Stealer Koh

In the original cartoon, Koh was introduced as a spirit old enough to know who and what the real world forms of the ocean and moon spirit were. A creepy stealer of faces who hunted by causing reactions in people. Stealing their faces wouldnt kill them, they just. Wouldnt have a face. In the live action, he appears in the 'Hei Bai' episode and hunts in the fog of lost souls, y'know, the place in Korra where lost souls get stuck in their worst memories? Then he cocoons them, and eats their faces. Like, full on eats them. And for some reason he was the one who grabbed the lost villagers in the Hei Bai episode, not Hei Bai. It's weird. Pretty sure one of them maybe got eaten, idk. Unclear. Gross and unclear.

Hei Bai plothole

Not so much a plothole as just... something missing. Hei Bai is seen in his 'distressed spirit' form, he's seen, his pain and distress is acknowledged multiple times, and the reason why he's distressed is seen, but he's never shown to be soothed. Aang buries an acorn in the ground near his damaged statue, but it never shows Hei Bai being soothed. In the cartoon he had to be handed the acorn to see it, to understand the implication and be calmed, if just burying an acorn in the ground would have worked, he'd have never been upset, because he'd have been able to see it himself in the ruins of the forest with there being acorns all over the place.

Wan Shi Tong cameo in Hei bai's foggy spirit forest

Dude why tf are you out of your library? Your foxes venture out into the world to find you things, get back to your library, what the hell r u doin out there?

WE DIDNT NEED TO SEE THE AIR NOMAD GENOCIDE

WE DIDN'T NEED TO SEE THE AIR NOMAD GENOCIDE

Gyatso's underwhelming skeletal remains.

In the cartoon they found him surrounded by dead firebender soldiers, having solo'd a ton of them by himself, an old man, a monk, all on his own. Giving the impression that either he fought them off until he fell, or he removed out the air in the room suffocating them all and himself. Both entirely badass ways to go. In the live action the firelord walks through his frankly impressive wall of airbending in a cool 'oo i'm on fire' trick, and burns him alive in front of a bunch of air nation children. The fucking dishonour on your whole goddamn family whoever decided upon that scene, jesus christ.

Azula wasn't scary

She was just... meh.

The Only Good Thing About the Avatar Live Action series.

Big spirit fish go brr.

[heliads]

Separation

Based on this request: "Y/n is Bree’s Twin Sister. Y/n is dating Wyatt except her parents didn’t know, one night Wyatt snuck in at midnight until her parents saw and took him away. Her friends teamed up & went to get Y/n & told her they will save Wyatt. Y/n told her parents that Wyatt is not a monster he is the love of her life & her parents accepted their relationship."

a/n in the original request sent to me by someone on wattpad, wyatt was literally jailed for being seen with reader (and he proposed at the end??) so great liberties were taken to,,, not do that,,,

masterlist

It is very important to be normal in a town such as this one. Seabrook fosters its complacent children, nourishes them on the drink of supposed independence and keeps them hemmed in by clipping their wings each and every time they try to fly. This is not a place of doers, only of dreamers. Sometimes that’s enough for people. Sometimes it isn’t.

It makes no sense that a town blessed with the two perfect parts of a story, the monsters who run wild and the heroes who live vicariously through them, would cut themselves off from a wonderful existence by trying to separate one half of its populace. The zombies were the first to be kicked aside, and although they were tentatively welcomed back recently, the werewolves are the next to be removed.

Tensions are highly fraught, nerves as tightly wound as a spool of wire. One day, they’re all going to snap, and then what will come of your perfectly manufactured town? The supposedly perfect ones have all taken up pastels as their chosen colors; the blood will not wash out easily, the stain will always be seen.

War has forever been a distant foe, however, an ending that both parties would rather avoid. Conflict only leaves scars, it never heals. Both the monsters and the townspeople prefer to find a solution that doesn’t avoid fighting. It is unfortunate, then, that solutions from both sides are so drastically different.

The humans want a more palatable existence. It is easy to forget that people are different if you force them to blend into your society. They’ll be forced to cut away every part of themselves that doesn’t fit within the ‘normal’ box, and after that, everything will be fine.

The zombies and werewolves, on the other hand, want to be proud of themselves. They desire a life for them, not for the humanized versions of themselves. Is it really so much to ask for a world that could stand to look them in the eyes for longer than a second? Yes, Seabrook whispers back, yes it is.

That leaves everyone in some sort of transient middle ground, a constant escalation of tensions that can only end badly. Everyone’s waiting for the pin to drop, the first blow that will finally let the battle begin in earnest. All anyone needs is an excuse, and then things can really get going.

In the meantime, while everyone waits for proof that they were right all along, you’re doing your best to imagine yourself in a world that’s significantly more welcoming. You were one of the first to greet the zombies with open arms and hearts. You befriended Zed, Eliza, and Bonzo along with your close friend Addison and your twin sister Bree.

Everyone told you that you were making a mistake for trying to get to know the zombies, but you can gladly prove them wrong now. Zed and the others are some of your best friends. Sure, you might not have green hair to match, but that doesn’t stop you from having the exact same sense of humor or spirit to do well in school or sports. They’re good people, and the fact that they aren’t human should not be enough to automatically disqualify them from the life they deserve.

Now, you’re doing the same thing with the werewolves. Funnily enough, Zed initially distrusted the werewolves once they first arrived, but you’ve never doubted them. They’re just another group in Seabrook, ready for a shot at making the life they want so desperately.

You’re not just interested in the welfare of the werewolves for the sheer purpose of making new friends, though. Truth be told, you’re far more attached to one werewolf in particular than any other, and that boy would be Wyatt Lykensen. It only took you a few weeks to start liking him in earnest, and ever since you’ve been unable to let him go.

As it turns out, Wyatt feels the exact same way. You don’t know that you’ve ever felt happier than when Wyatt first asked you out, but now you get to experience that same joy every single day that you can wake up and know that he loves you just as much as you love him.

The only problem is that the rest of Seabrook does not feel quite so delighted with the whole affair as the two of you. Seabrook may avert its eyes when letting werewolf students through the door of its high school, or tolerate neighbors who aren’t human with all the barely restrained impertinence it can manage, but it draws definite lines in the sand when it so desires.

This, as it turns out, would be one of such instances. Addison, Bree, Zed, and the rest of your friends all know about the fact that you’re dating Wyatt, but no one else does. That’s as much for your personal safety as the threat of judgment. You know it’s for the best, but you hate feeling like you have to hide the best part of your life like some terrible secret.

It’s eating away at you, the constant spread of white lies designed to shield you. You end up spending sleepless nights thinking about what it could be like to live in the bright light of the truth, to exist in a world that wouldn’t hate you just for who you love.

On one of such nights, you can bear it no longer. The rest of your family is asleep, so you have no qualms about texting Wyatt. You didn’t ask him to visit, but when you hear a series of sharp raps on your window within about ten minutes, you certainly don’t mind throwing open the sash and letting Wyatt in.

His arms are around you in a matter of moments, and just like that, you feel infinitely better.

Wyatt laughs against your hair. “Lonely, are we?”

You swat him on the shoulder, but you can’t find it within yourself to put much ire into the gesture. “You’re the one who rushed over here.”

“Yeah,” Wyatt says, very pleased with himself, “I did. I’m very glad I did, too. I couldn’t have my best girl moping around for no reason, could I?”

“No,” you smile, “you couldn’t. I’m glad you came.”

Wyatt nods, pulling away slightly so he can get a better look at you. “What’s wrong, Y/N? You’ve been so strong this whole time, what happened?”

You sigh. “I’m just sick of all this, you know? I hate running around and hiding. I just want to love you without having to feel like I’m committing a crime. Is that really so bad?”

Wyatt lets out a slow breath. “You know I want you more than anything, and if you feel like you want to tell people, I’d do it without a second thought. I just need to know that you’re not going to get hurt by this. I don’t want people talking badly about you behind your back.”

You grimace. “That’s going to happen anyway.”

Wyatt gives you a lopsided half smile. “Doesn’t mean it’s right.”

“I know,” you begin, but your voice drops off when Wyatt holds up a hand.

“Wait, what was that?” He asks.

Your brow furrows. “What was what?”

Wyatt cocks his head to the side, listening hard, and his eyes widen. “Someone’s coming.”

You feel a knot of panic twisting in your stomach. “You have to go. Now!”

Wyatt starts to lunge back towards the window, but it’s too late. The door to your room is flung open, and you’re greeted with the terrifying sight of both your parents standing over the threshold.

Their faces contort in twin expressions of horror. “What is he doing here?” Your father demands.

From the emphasis he puts on the pronoun, you’d think that your father was referring to a convict or criminal, not a fellow student, and especially not the boy you love.

Wyatt’s face pales. “I’ll be going now. Sir.”

Your father shakes his head. “Not a chance.”

Before either of you can do anything, your father grabs Wyatt by the arm, pulling him back out of your room and down the hall, where they disappear out of sight. You try to follow them, but your mother holds you back. No matter how much you plead for her to let you go, she stands firm until you can hear nothing more.

They refuse to tell you what happened to Wyatt. In fact, you have no idea if your boyfriend is even alright until school the next day. You show up to Seabrook High in a state of complete disorder. The entire night, you were plagued with fears that he had been seriously hurt, all because you missed him.

Addison rushes to your side the second she sees you. “Y/N, are you okay?”

“You look terrible,” Zed asks helpfully. He changes his tune once Addison elbows him sharply in the ribs. “Ouch! I mean, you look scared. Is everything alright?”

“No,” you say miserably, “I was up late talking with Wyatt last night and my parents found out. My dad dragged him out of my room and I have no idea what happened to him. I’m terrified that–”

Your voice breaks off, and your friends’ faces twist in expressions of identical horror. Before anyone can try to lie and assuage your fears for the time being, the doors to the school open and the very boy you’ve been wanting most to see walks in.

If Zed thinks you look terrible, Wyatt must be on an entirely different level. The hollows under his eyes are dark, and he shuffles as he walks, like something had happened to him to stop him from being able to stand or even exist normally. What’s more, as he limps past you, he averts his eyes, and puts as much distance in between the two of you as possible.

Even though the two of you have been previously hiding your relationship, you have at least been able to be friends. Wyatt avoiding you now is certainly not a good sign.

Zed winces. “I’m going to figure out what’s up with him. You stay here.”

You don’t know that you could move if you tried. Addison pats your shoulder sympathetically. “Hey, I’m sure it’s going to be okay. Don’t assume the worst until we know for certain what happened, alright?”

You nod haltingly. “I think it’s going to be pretty bad regardless. Look at him, Addison. He won’t even acknowledge that I’m here.”

You watch as Zed approaches Wyatt. Although you can’t hear exactly what is being said, you can see that Wyatt looks unwell. He moves slowly, unwilling or perhaps unable to commit to any great display of strength.

Soon enough, Zed is jogging back to you. “Your dad took him to the Z-Patrol,” he relates, “they shook him up real good.”

Your hand flies to your mouth. “Is he okay?”

“Not really,” Zed winces, “but he doesn’t blame you, trust me. He made me promise that I’d tell you that. It’s just that they are watching him to make sure he doesn’t get any closer to you, and he really, really doesn’t want to find out what they’d do to him if he broke that rule.”

You lean back against your locker, feeling completely devastated. “This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have brought him to my house. I knew exactly how it would turn out.”

“No, you didn’t,” Addison says soothingly, “none of this is because of you. Wyatt knows that, we all do. Wyatt made the choice to show up. Besides, I think I have an idea as to how we can fix this.”

You glance at her questioningly. “And how’s that?”

Addison allows a small smile to cross her face. “We petition the Z-Patrol themselves. I’ve had my experience of wrangling with them back when I first started dating Zed. Trust me, I can get them to leave you and Wyatt alone.”

You nod. “Let’s do that as soon as we can.”

After school you, Bree, Addison, and the rest of the friend group hurry over to the headquarters of the Z-Patrol. Addison leads the way inside, and you take the fact that the chief officer groans upon seeing her arrive as proof that she has indeed spent a lot of quality time getting her way in here.

“What do you want this time?” The officer asks, irritated.

Addison crosses her arms across her chest. “I need you to back off of Wyatt Lykensen.”

“No can do,” the officer grumbles, “the L/Ns said they wanted him kept away from their daughter. That would be you, I’m assuming?”

You nod when he points at you. “Yeah, and I want the restraining order gone. He’s not a danger, trust me.”

The officer glowers. “Rules are rules. I’m not lifting that thing.”

Addison’s brow furrows. “We’re not leaving until you do. Wyatt is a good person. Get rid of the order.”

It only takes half an hour of Addison badgering the officer for the order to be removed. According to her, that’s a personal best, which makes you wonder just how long she’s been in there before. She certainly seemed confident that you would succeed, if that’s any indication.

Once you have signed and documented proof that it’s alright for you to see Wyatt again, you all but sprint back to the home of the werewolves. Willa greets you there, and although she looks hesitant to let you inside, she backs off quickly when she sees you’ve got proof that it’s alright for you and Wyatt to be together again.

“He’s been absolutely crushed by this,” she whispers as the two of you walk, “although I have to say that you look pretty rough too.”

“I just want him back,” you say, “he didn’t deserve any of this.”

“I know,” Willa says after a pause, “but you didn’t either. Come on, he’s right in there. Go give him the good news.”

You don’t make her repeat it. You rush into Wyatt’s room. It takes him a few moments to realize what’s happened and that it’s okay to be together again, but after that initial discovery, he’s beaming ear to ear. He catches you up in a hug and you can finally, finally start feeling better again.

You spend quite a bit of time just talking with Wyatt and making sure that he’s alright. After that, he insists on walking you home. All goes well and you’re having a wonderful time just being with him again until the two of you linger a little too long at your door and your parents show up again. They look ready to throw a fit again until you hold up a hand. This time, you’ll be standing your ground. 

“Don’t,” you say decisively, “I’m not leaving him. I don’t care what you do, I don’t care what you do, I’m not leaving him.”

Your father’s face is stony. “He’s a werewolf.”

You fold your arms across your chest. “And, unfortunately, I’m not. It would be extraordinarily cool if I was, but I’m not.”

Your father blinks in surprise. “But you were born a human?”

“And Wyatt was born a werewolf. Neither of us can change, so we don’t hold it against each other. Why should you?”

Your father opens his mouth to argue, but your mother steps forward again. “You’re sure you love him?”

You nod. “More than anything.”

By your side, Wyatt breaks out into a radiant smile, one that can’t be stopped even when your father directs the full force of his glare towards your boyfriend.

Your mother nods once. “Alright, then. If you’re so sure, why would we stop you?”

Your father blinks in surprise. “What?”

Your mother spreads her hands. “I’d rather know it’s happening than have these two sneaking around our backs all the time. Besides, we haven’t actually seen Wyatt do anything wrong yet, have we?”

It looks like your mother may have felt more than a small shred of remorse over sending Wyatt away that night. You’re certainly not going to argue against it.

You beam at Wyatt as your parents walk back into the house. “That actually went pretty well.”

Wyatt chuckles. “Yeah. I like it when you try to be intimidating. It’s very cute.”

You pretend to frown. “I thought I was doing a good job of being scary.”

“To anyone else, maybe,” Wyatt grins, “I can see right through it, though.”

You arch a brow. “Can you really?”

“Very much so,” Wyatt assures you. To prove it, he pulls you in for a kiss. Your spirits are lifted just like that.

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[stardustprompts]

stick season  ( we’ll all be here forever )  -   noah kahan change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ;  mental heath ,  alcoholism ,  death ,  suicidal references ,  language

‘if I get too close and I’m not how you hoped, forgive my northern attitude.’

‘oh, I was raised out in the cold.’ 

‘as you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined, you must have had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive.’ 

‘now i’m stuck between my anger and the blame that I can’t face.’ 

‘I am terrified of weather ‘cause I see you when it rains.’ 

‘I saw your mom she forgot that I existed.’ 

‘it’s half my fault, but I just like to play the victim.’

‘i’ll dream each night of some version of you that I might not have, but I did not lose.’ 

‘now you’re tire tracks and one pair of shoes and I’m split in half, but that’ll have to do.’

‘so I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad that I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad.’

‘I am no longer funny ‘cause I miss the way you laugh.’ 

‘you once called me ‘forever’ now you still can’t call me back.’ 

‘I hope this pain’s just passing through, but I doubt it.’ 

‘I’m saying too much, but you know how it gets out here.’ 

‘no winter coat could keep out all the cold of your atmosphere.’ 

‘now I know your name but not who you are.’ 

‘it’s all okay, there ain’t a drop of bad blood.’

‘you got all my love.’

‘if you need me, dear, I’m the same as I was.’ 

‘write me a list of how it is, of how it was, of how it has to be.’ 

‘you burrowed in, under my skin, what I’d give to have you out from me.’ 

‘but I still recall how the leather in your car feels.’ 

‘at the end of it all, I just hope that your scars heal.’ 

‘I swear I was scared to death.’ 

‘I’ll never let you go.’ 

‘everything’s alright when she calls me back.’ 

‘for bullshit, I do not have time.’ 

‘I don’t get much sleep most nights.’ 

‘I’ll love you when the oceans dry. I’ll love you when the rivers freeze.’ 

‘do you lie awake restless?’ 

‘oh, there was heaven in your eyes.’ 

‘I was too afraid of living life in your footsteps.’ 

‘i’m in the business of losing your interest and I turn a profit each time that we speak.’ 

‘come over.’ 

‘I was taking the wrong meds, feels good to be sad.’ 

‘my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it.’ 

‘the dow jones keeps falling, but I promise you, with the view in the morning, you won’t ever go back.’ 

‘someday I’m gonna be somebody people want.’ 

‘you gave me your word, and now I can’t pronounce it.’ 

‘would we survive in a horror movie? I doubt it, we’re too slow moving. we trust everyone one we meet.’

‘we didn’t know that the sun was collapsing.’

‘I wanna love you ‘til we’re food for the worms to eat.’ 

‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours.’

‘it’s been a long year.’

‘come over, the party’s gone slower. and no one will tempt you, we know you got sober.’ 

‘there’s orange juice in the kitchen. it’s yours if you want it.’ 

‘feels like i’ve been ready for you to come home for so long that I didn’t think to ask you where you’d gone.’ 

‘why’d you go?’ 

‘I haven’t drank in six months on the dot.’ 

‘it made you a stranger and it filled you with anger.’

‘don’t you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on?’

‘are we all just pulling you down?’ 

‘remember telling me that you thought you were cursed?’ 

‘I’m in love with every song you’ve ever heard.’ 

‘if I could lose you, I would.’ 

‘those things I miss, but know are never coming back.’ 

‘no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft and sentimental like a stranger in the park.’ 

‘if I was empty space, and you were a formless shape, we’d fit.’ 

‘I’m still angry at my parents, for what their parents did to them.’ 

‘I ignore things, and I move sideways ‘til I forget what I felt in the first place.’

‘at the end of the day, I know there are worse ways to stay alive.’

‘I’m terrified that I might never have met me.’ 

‘if my engine works perfect on empty, I guess I’ll drive.’ 

‘why is pain so damn impatient? ain’t like it’s got a place to be, keeps rushing me.’ 

‘if all my life was wasted, I don’t mind, I’ll watch it go.’ 

‘it’s better to die numb than to feel it all.’ 

‘I drink ‘til I drown, and I smoke ‘til I’m burning.’ 

‘I worry for you, you worry for me. and it’s fine if we know we won’t change.’ 

‘the wreckage of you, I no longer reside in. the bridges have long since been burnt.’ 

‘it’s not halloween but the ghost you dressed up as sure knows how to haunt.’ 

‘I know that you fear that I’m wicked and weary.’ 

‘I know that you’re fearing the end.’

‘I only tell truth when I’m sure that I’m lying.’

‘the weather ain’t been bad if you’re into masochistic bullshit.’ 

‘time moves so damn slow, I swear I feel my organs failing.’ 

‘I stopped caring ‘bout a month ago, since then it’s been smooth sailing.’

‘I would leave if only I could find a reason.’  

‘I got dreams, but I can’t make myself believe them.’

‘spend the rest of my life with what could’ve been.’ 

‘I will die in the house that I grew up in.’ 

‘I don’t wanna say goodbye.’

‘it only falls into place when you’re falling to pieces.’

‘it’s like i’m still here with you.’ 

‘the past is coming back with the light in the morning.’ 

‘can I fix what is broken?’ 

‘for a minute, the world seems so simple.’

‘I am not scared of death, I’ve got dreams again.’

‘it’s all washing over me, I’m angry again.’ 

‘who was I to watch you wilt?’ 

‘you’ll always be a flower on my skin.’ 

‘I promise to be there this time, alright?’ 

‘I’m naming the stars in the sky after you.’ 

‘I spiral out, try and float.’ 

‘i’m remembering I promised to forget you now.’

‘it’s raining and I’m calling drunk.’ 

‘am I honest still?’ 

‘am I half the man I used to be? I doubt it, forget about it.’ 

‘I ain’t proud of all the punches that I’ve thrown, in the name of someone I no longer know.’ 

‘I’ll die for you.’ 

‘I’m untethering from the part of me you’d recognize.’

‘I’ll let the pain metastasize.’

‘I gave your name as my emergency phone call. it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up.’ 

‘it just ain’t that simple, it never was.’ 

‘I’m not from around here.’

‘i’ll turn up the music and I’ll forget until it ends, that I’m not ready to let go yet.’

‘it’s typical, I fear. folks just disappear.’ 

‘if I could leave, I would’ve already left.’ 

‘I pull no punches, then I feel bad for months.’ 

‘I finally got sewed up, set a time, then I showed up. now the weight of the world ain’t so bad.’ 

‘I saw the end, it looks just like the middle.’ 

‘I filled the hole in my head with prescription medications and I forgot how to cry.’ 

‘who am I to complain?’ 

‘now the pain’s different, it still exists, it just escapes different.’ 

‘I can finally eat and I can fall asleep, it’s fine.’

‘oh, you’re spiraling again.’ 

‘don’t let this darkness fool you. all lights turned off can be turned on.’ 

‘I’ll drive all night. I’ll call your mom.’ 

‘don’t be discouraged. I’ve been exactly where you are.’ 

‘if you could see yourself like this, you’d have never tried it.’ 

‘don’t want to drive another mile wondering if you’re breathing.’ 

‘won’t you stay with me?’ 

‘this is good land, or at least it was.’ 

‘it makes me smile to know when things get hard, you’ll be far from here.’ 

‘you’re the greatest thing I’ve lost.’ 

‘we ain’t angry at you, we’ll be waiting for you.’ 

we’ll all be here forever.’ 

‘we’re overdue for a revival. we spent so long just getting by.’ 

‘that’s the thing about survival. who the hell likes living just to die?’ 

‘you’re gonna go far.’ 

[pablopascal]

Another Love

Dabi x fem!reader word count: 1.2k warnings: death, abuse, lots of angst, some fluff, slowburn in the beginning, spoilers, Dabi’s pov is italicized A/N: Recommend listening to another love by Tom Odell (Slowed version) Also this is the first part of the fic. more parts to come when I'm not busy. please reblog, comment, like much appreciated!! sorry for spelling mistakes. *DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE*

GIF by tokoyamis

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Touya and you were best friends before he died, always together. His father hated it, not wanting his children to associate with anyone. Touya and you were tied together by the universe or so his mother always said. But it was until the night he died; the universe tore you both apart from each other. You were saddened by the death of your best friend, knowing he wouldn’t want you to be sad forever. You lived every day for him because he couldn’t.

Touya was always at the back of your mind every day, he would never be forgotten. Deep in your heart you wanted him to be out there in the world safe away from his father and not dead. You knew he would never come back, and the world would move on from the death of Endeavor’s son Touya Todoroki. That’s what happened: everyone moved on with their lives and forgot about the death of an abused, scared little boy that wanted some form of love from his father. The sad truth was that he never really died that night. 

-

“I brought you daffodils in a pretty string

But they won't flower like they did last spring”

-

Dabi sighed as he watched from afar where he was “buried”, there was the same person he loved as a child. He always watched over her since he “died” and never once did he abandon her. He wished he could walk up to her and wrap his scarred arms around his beloved friend.

The one that truly believed in him when his father didn’t. The one that always stood strong in front of him when he couldn’t get back up. He saw the tears run down her cheeks as she pressed a kiss to her fingertips and then put those lightly kissed fingertips to the gravestone of Touya. He watched as she walked out of the cemetery with her head held high with fire in her eyes.

-

“And if somebody hurts you, I wanna fight

But my hands been broken, one too many times”

-

You were always trying to exploit the abusive ways of Enji Todoroki and what you had witnessed watching Touya grow. The torture that he pushed Touya through before his death and what he put Shoto and the others through.

After Touya died you never left the little brother’s side because you wanted to protect him when you could. But of course, Enji was able to keep you from the youngest Todoroki three years after Touya’s death. You made it your life’s mission to tarnish the hero’s reputation. 

-

You were on your way to meet Natsuo for your weekly study group. You both go to the same college and he is the only way you can stay in touch with Shoto. Walking into the library, you see the white-haired teenager sitting at the usual table but you notice someone next to him as you get closer.

You pulled the chair out in front of Natsuo and looked up to see no so little Shoto. Your smile grew in size seeing the kid that you promised Touya you would protect. You felt a sense of security that he wasn’t at home with his father, knowing the torture he has probably gone through. 

-

“Hey Shoto! How are you doing?”

He looked up from his phone realizing someone was talking to him. He was taken back to see the girl that Touya always brought home to play with his other siblings while he was pushed into training endlessly. Shoto blanked for a few seconds and then came to his older brother waving his hand in front of his face. When he blinked to make his eyes focus on you and his brother, he saw the concern on both of your faces.

“You okay sho?” you asked. 

 He looked at you saying, “Yeah… Yeah...  I’m just surprised to see you after all this time.”

You smiled at him, “You’ve grown so much, Sho. I hope you’re enjoying going to UA this year.”

He looked at you and smiled while saying, “Yeah it's good. I’m making some friends too.”

You nodded your head saying, “Good Shoto for you. Touya would be proud of you. I’m proud of you everytime Natsuo says something about you.”

Shoto shockingly looks at his older brother, “You talk about me to other people?”, who just looked at him with a toothy smile. 

Natsuo turned back to you with a serious face saying, “So you still out to get my dad? Not that I care! He has it coming.” 

You nodded your head yes with a sad smile, Natuso started speaking again, “I hope you are able to show the world the truth about Enji. He deserves to be torn down from his throne.” 

You looked at him with a smile, “I’ll tear him down even if it kills me in the process, Natsuo. Just make sure to take care of each other if I die, okay?”

Natsuo looked at you sadly before nodding his head at you in agreement, “I know y/n. I’ll never let anything happen to them.” 

Shoto during this whole conversation was thinking about how you were going to bring down his father and how it was going to destroy you in the process. He knew his father would do everything to save his reputation. Even making you disappear would be something he would do. When Shoto came to after his thoughts, he looked up to see you smiling at him with a sad look on your eyes. 

“Okay let’s get studying so I can leave and start my plans to destroy your father's reputation,” you said laughing while getting your books out. 

Shoto and Natsuo saw that the smile didn’t reach your eyes. To be honest you were scared of the outcome of showing the world the true Enji, but you knew that you had to do it for Touya’s sake. You looked up to see the two boys smiling at you with concern, you sighed. 

“C’mon stop looking at me like that… I’ll be safe. It’s my middle name,” Natsuo rolled his eyes, “Natsuo I saw that. I’ll be as safe as I can. I promise. Now c'mon let’s study. I have work after this, I can’t be late again.”

Before you guys got into studying you said something towards Shoto, “You know Sho, you look so similar to Touya when he was a kid. That makes me happy that I can still see him in some ways.” 

You said this with a sad smile on your face before looking back at your textbook. Shoto and Natuso looked at each other then back at you to see you wiping away the tears that were falling down your cheeks on to the textbook. Natsuo reached out to touch your hand in a comforting way. 

Looking up at him smiling and then looking at Shoto, “I’m proud of you four, especially after what you dealt with. None of you deserve that treatment from your parents. I will do everything in my power to show the world the truth.”

-

“So I'll use my voice, I'll be so fucking rude

Words they always win, but I know I'll lose”

-

[sora-s-conscious]

tw: SH.

A worse version of you.

" It's me. You know me as Abel Belle or AB-#0. "

" Miss Michelle is the one that created me, you probably know it more than anyone else. She always told me I was just a better version of Sora Satou because I am just a clone of his codes. But I guess I am just a worse version of him.

I wanted to have what he has. I wanted to have freedom. I wanted to watch the sea and feed ducks. I wanted to have friends. Something and somewhere to call mine. But I was locked in a cage, in a dark room.

And I never thought about the fact that Sora were also like me before. Sora also wanted to have freedom. He didn't know yet, but he also wanted to watch the sea and feed ducks and have friends and something and somewhere to call his. And he achieved it. I was so selfish. I wanted to be him. I wanted to have everything he had, whitout thinking about the fact he had nothing one day. Just like me.

These days, when the whole lab was murdered and I was finally free, I was so confused. I saw the sea, but it did not feel good. I saw ducks, it did not feel good and warm like I expected it to feel. I guess I can't feel.

I hurt everyone. Because I wanted to obey Michelle and do what she told me to do.

I'm sorry.

I hurt myself too. You're probably hurt. I don't want you to be hurt. The first emotion I felt was... regret. I regret hurting you. I am sorry. I know this scar will probably stay forever.

Because of you, I realized feeling is good. I hurt myself because I want to feel something. I was created 2 years before Sora... I guess I am 10 years old.

Everyone who was created like us is as human as everyone else, because.. we learn to feel. We learn to heal. We learn to care.

But...

I don't want to be human.

I guess I don't deserve it.

I am sorry. I hope I never feel the good things about being alive. I hope I never find no one. And if you need a hug, call me. I want to hug you.

I am sorry.

I am giving Sora back. He will be back in some hours.

I will delete complete my capacity of feeling.

- With regret, Abel Belle."

[mswyrr]

Random aside, but I’ve been thinking about Carmen Berzatto as a “realistic fiction” version of some of the same themes handled in Peeta Mellark through the vehicle of Sci Fi metaphor.

I always read the hijacking--and how its violence and overtaking of his identity comes after Peeta expressly says all he wants, believing he will die in the Games, is to not become their creature, to not be changed from who he wants to be--as a great metaphor for patterns of abuse and how it gets inside you and can be so hard to uproot and for the way patriarchies beat boys into violent shapes, into being useful tools, and away from the things they love and truly want.

It works for me because it overtakes him but only for a time - in the end, he has the grace and support to embrace the care, love, art, and food that he wants his life to be, even though the hurt leaves marks. I connect that with the idea of how there can be times when, no matter how hard you want to “not be shitty,” it can be easy to lose yourself - but you can find a way back, you can have a good life on your own terms with scars.

I see it as two different approaches to talking about similar things - different genres nonetheless sharing in common the necessity of the moment of losing yourself and then having that come back, through your struggle but not alone, not all by your own power, also through the people around you loving you, for the love you put out into the world coming back to you when you most need it.

Because it’s a dramady and draws on the traditions of comedy--the uplifting side of life, vs the tragic side--and we already start with the tragic loss of one Berzatto son who didn’t find his way through the underworld, I think Carmy is going to come out of the cold, dark place (walk-in fridge or underworld? Both?) in s3. The alternative would be a very.... odd story, I think. Because if they have him keep going down down down and never rising, then the whole thing collapses. The Bear is lost, the people who have become a community scatter. It just doesn’t fit the tone and themes for me. We *start* at a place of everyone being scattered and damaged by Mikey’s loss - it would be nihilistic and repetitive and dramatically uninteresting to do the same thing with the younger brother. And the writing has never displayed that kind of vibe.

But I also think s3 will begin with him continuing his descent before hitting rock bottom and rising. It’ll get worse before it gets better. The descent is fraught with hope, though - because when the person comes back from that they’ve dealt with the things that haunt them. Their wounds have become healed up scars? And they own the person they want to be now, rather than being torn between the influence of others and their own heart’s yearning for better.

Regardless of what setting and genre you’re using, it’s a powerful arc, the descent and the rise and I’m looking forward to it because I believe they’ll pull it off well - they’ve done so beautifully with other characters struggling and rising, why not the lead?

BTW, I will curl up in shipper feels forever if part of his rise from the “underworld” involves Sydney symbolically giving him back to himself--giving him back things he wants to be vs things he’s being drawn into by the pressures on him--like how Katniss gaves things Peeta shared with her back to him: 

At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. "Your favorite color ... it's green?" "That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange." "Orange?" He seems unconvinced. "Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that's what you told me once." "Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you." But more words tumble out. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces." Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.  

Who you are, in the end, is who you want to be and the best of yourself you share with others comes back to you. It’s doesn’t just disappear.

[s0ulsniper]

Requests !!

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For all of my fanfictions all of these I state can be requested.

- one piece (live action characters until I finish the anime)

- spiderverse (literally anyone)

- deathgasm

- metal lords

- Scream (any except for 5&6, will add when I've watched them Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò)

- The umbrella academy (+cast)

- Marvel (most characters to an extent.)

-Wednesday (+cast, characters mostly only the students.)

-TMNT (please tell me which version)

-Avatar the last Airbender

-Albert aretz (Flamingo)

-Criminal minds (maybe cast also, depends on who.)

-Haikyuu (almost everyone.)

-Guns n roses, Metallica, Megadeth.

-Your boyfriend / girlfriend / crush.

-Death note (almost everyone)

-Moon knight (+Oscar Issac if just saying marvel wasn't enough to so specify) 

-Arcane (almost everyone)

-Hunter x hunter

-Cobra Kai (modern and old.)

-Gotham

Please tell me if there are people you would like but you don't see on the list ! I'm sure I was stupid and forgot a couple, but I'll try to get everyone.

If you would like me to add any more prompts, please comment.

‼️ You do not need to use the prompts to request! But please at least give a brief description of what you want. ‼️

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PROMPTS:

1.) "I will never stop protecting you"

2.) "It's so hard to sit here close to you and not kiss you."

3.) "I can braid your hair for you- I mean only if you want to."

4.) "Dance with me, please?"

5.) "How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?"

6.) "You are worth waiting for. So when you're ready, I'll be here."

7.)"I promised I'd love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep."

8.)"If there was anybody meant for me, it's you."

9.) "Close your eyes and hold out your hands."

10.) "Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that were dating?"

11.) "You got me breakfast?" "Well you said you always forgot to eat before work so I thought I'd make sure you ate something."

12.) "No no– it's alright, come here."

13.) "What? Does that feel good?"

14.) "Nope, I'm not letting you go. It's too early to get out of bed."

15.) "Your hair is so soft…"

16.) "C'mere, you can sit on my lap until I'm done working."

17.) "It's too cold ! Come back !"

18.) "I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention."

19.) "Shh, you're safe. I won't ever let you go."

20.) "Just pretend to be my date."

21.) "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified."

22.) "It's not a double date, we're just third and fourth-wheeling."

23.) "Close the door."

24.) "You're never going to let that go, are you?"

25.) "Watch me."

26.) "We could get arrested for this."

27.) "Why are you helping me?"

28.) "I thought you were dead."

29.) "If I could, I would kiss away all your scars."

30.)"Mmm. You're warm."

31.) "I think I might be falling in love with you."

32.) "You're so cute when you're half asleep like this."

33.) "Shh… it was just a bad dream. None of it was real, I'm here with you."

34.) "No, you can't get up! You're my prisoner for today."

35.) "It's not bad to cry, in fact I think that makes the person stronger."

36.) "Touch them, and you're dead."

37.) "Put the knife down, I'm not going to hurt you."

38.)"We're not alone."

39.) "Keep your eyes closed and don't make a sound."

40.) "How many times have I told you already? Sit still !"

41.) "Is that my shirt?"

42.) "Is that a drawing of me?"

43.) "Quick, kiss me!"

44.) "They're not you."

45.) "You look better in my clothes than I do."

46.) "You sure you wanna do this?"

47.) "We can take things slow."

48.) "I'm gonna remember this for a while."

49.) "You're doing so good."

50.) "Do you wanna make out?"

51.) "Teach me how to do it."

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