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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
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“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!”
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#dad!steve harrington#dad!steve#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington x f!reader#steve harrington x fem!reader#sunshinesteviee#sunshinesteviee writing
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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"
#chainsaw man x reader#chainsaw man#x reader#makima x reader#makima#power x reader#power#himeno x reader#himeno#kobeni x reader#kobeni#quanxi x reader#quanxi#asa mitaka x reader#asa mitaka#yoru x reader#yoru#fami x reader#fami#gn reader
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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
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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.
#gojo#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#gojo drabbles#jjk gojo#jjk 236#jjk spoilers#gojo imagines#gojo fluff#satoru
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Feature Post
Congratulations to everyone who did Jason Todd Week 2025! (We will also have a summer event, so look out for that!)
Here we have a list of works (fanart and fanfic) by some of the awesome creators who participated in this event. Levels of detail vary by what was submitted to the feedback form. Please check the tags for warnings!
Without further ado...
Lycanwing (@star-wars-lycanwing-bat, Star_Wars_Lycanwing_Bat on AO3) - Series
Road to Murder - On his way to murder the Joker, Jason questions his life's choices. (Drive)
Olive Branches - After a long day, all Jason wants is to go back to his apartment, but a little bird tries to get him to join in on family movie night. (Chronic Pain)
Monster - A half dragon kills Joker and reveals himself to Bruce. (Monster)
Isn't It Lovely, All Alone? - Jason is buried alive and he dies but the pit keeps bringing him back. (Grave, Buried Alive, Immortal Jason Todd)
Hello, Welcome Home - The aftermath of day 5 AKA The family cuddle pile. (Family)
Feline Therapy - Jason rescues a cat but what he doesn't know is that the cat is Tim. (Enemy to Caretaker)
Another Version of Me - Jason get triggered and Dick helps his brother realise that he is loved. (Return)
Birdie (@birdiedoesdc, a_alene on AO3) - Series
N.J.S.A. 39:3-10 - Drive
do you still wake up reaching for an empty space? - Chronic Pain
buried, banging at your door - Monster, League of Assassins
i'm gonna kill you if you don't beat me to it - Immortal Jason Todd
this live, throbbing age that brawls - Jason is a Literature Nerd
mechanically up all night, though - Red Hood and the Outlaws
i'd save a life if i thought it belonged to you - Lifeline
whenicarusflies (@whenicarusflies, whenicarusflies on AO3) - Series
We walked as tall as the skyline - Drive, Time Travel, The Batmobile Tires
when i take a breath I drown - Fear Toxin
How can I then return in happy plight? - League of Assassins
always and forever the last day alive - Grave, Buried Alive, Immortal Jason Todd
Family Problems - Family, No Capes AU
could you give me something for the pain - Enemy to Caretaker, Lifeline
you can't wake up, this is not a dream - Return, Outsider POV, Crime Alley
Chaos (Fic)/Lito (Art) (@freedom-of-speech333, Freedom_of_speech333 on AO3) - Series
The Loss of Tires (The Return of Hope) - The Batmobile Tires
Laughter Follows Me Back To Life - Joker
The Ghost of Who I Was/The Most of Who You Loved - Supernatural AU
I'm Still Here - Immortal Jason Todd
I'm Only Here For The Books - Jason is a Literature Nerd
You’re My Brother, After All - Enemy to Caretaker
The Life, Death, and Second Life of Jason Todd - Outsider POV
basalting (@basalting) - Series
late night drive - Drive
a good fuckin' day - Joker
cuckoo's egg - Supernatural AU
rest your weary heart - Grave
buy one, get one 50% off! - Family
don't think nothin' of it - Red Hood and the Outlaws - Implied Roy/Kori/Jason
it takes a village - Outsider POV, Crime Alley
Stormz (@stormz369) - Masterlist
Day 1 - Flashbacks to Jason's early years with Batman + Reader finding out he was killed. (Batmobile Tires) - x Reader
Day 2 - Reader helps Jason deal with a PTSD nightmare. (Joker) - x Reader
Day 3 - A civilian kid is afraid of Red Hood & Jason processes his feelings about it. (Monster) - x Reader
Day 4 - Jason + Reader at his grave. (Grave) - x Reader
Day 5 - Damian designs scar cover up tattoos for Jason (Family, Jason is a Literature Nerd) - x Reader
Lark Alliance (@snowberriesromanoff, lyricalark on AO3)
Day 7: come in she said i'll give you shelter from the storm - Jason Todd, the Narrows, and something like faith. A character study of Jason's pre-Robin years and the people who help him survive. (Crime Alley) - Selina Kyle/Holly Robinson
nursal1060 (@nursal1060writes, nursal1060 on AO3)
Day 2: The Pain Fades When We're Together - Chronic Pain - JayTim
salem (@worlds-okayest-fag, salemisntdead on AO3) - Series
Carry on my wayward son, there will be peace when you are done - Basically jason gets kidnapped by dick (not that he knows its dick lol). (Drive)
don’t need advice for my pain (it's making me more insecure) - Jason has a not fun night and wont ask for help. (Chronic Pain)
jason todd and the no good terrible very bad day - Supernatural AU
A minute from home (but so far from it) - Jason stuck in a time loop digging himself out of his grave over and over again. (Grave, Immortal Jason Todd)
ohana means family and family means nobody gets left behind (except tim) - Jason, Tim and Dick on a Batburger run for a family movie night, Dick and Jason argue about Disney movies and they accidentally leave Tim behind. (Family, No Capes AU)
And though I am crying and bleeding and barely breathing (youre killing me) - Absolute angst piece about Jason having a mental breakdown in his bathroom bc trauma. (Scars)
i don't believe in luck (against the sun we're the enemy) - Sentient Gotham AU where Jason is Gotham's chosen knight. (Outsider POV)
FaalThien (@faalthien, Faal on AO3)
Day 1 - Time Travel
Day 2 - Joker - JayDick
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Day 4 - Immortal Jason
Day 5 - Monster, Jason is a Literature Nerd
Day 6 - Scars
Day 7 - Return
#jasontoddweek2025#dc#batman#fic#art#fanfiction#fanart#batman fanart#batman fanfiction#dc fanart#dc fanfiction#jason todd
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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?)
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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.
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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.
#rp meme#roleplay meme#sentence starters#dialogue#dialog prompts#ask meme#writing promtps#roleplay prompts#ask prompts#rp prompts#roleplay prompt#inbox meme#angst#humor#romance#long post tw#long post#stick season sentence starters#oh my GOD this album...#if you want to find out exactly what is wrong with me you'll listen to it#it's so incredibly important to me#and it's been on repeat for like. six months.#i'm no shit from like an hour and a half away from where he's from and it's just. it's such a masterpiece.#nothing has ever spoken to me so deeply and so profoundly in the way that this has#what's everyone's favorite song from it?? mine are paul revere and you're gonna go far#if i had to pick. but they're all just. GENIUS.#alcohol tw#drinking tw
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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.
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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.
#There's absolutely other things#but these things annoyed me the most#also the Koh Hei Bai and Wan Shi Tong thing all happened in the same episode lmao#shit was wild
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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.’
#rp memes#rp prompts#rp sentence starters#music prompts#music sentence starters#stick season sentence starters#stick season memes#stick season prompts#noah kahan prompts#noah kahan sentence starters#noah kahan memes#do not let this flop I worked hard on this bitch#and noah is a fucking Genuis
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Possessive
Author’s Note: Some of this is real, some of this is altered purely to protect both my own identity and the identity of those mentioned. Content warning for abusive themes and mentions.
My body is not my own. Ultimately, the possessive of ‘my’ implies it belongs to me and me alone, yet clearly it does not. If someone could hurt me the way I’ve been hurt, I am not my own. I belong to the world; I belong to others, who do as they bid; I belong to society.
After all, people are the most unkind to the things they own.
Mirrors are frightening creatures. The idea of one’s reflection judging; flaws on show, everything you dislike laughing in your face while the few bearable qualities shy away. Nothing good comes from judgement, of yourself or others, so inevitably the only result of a mirror is a spiral. But now when I look in the mirror, I see all flaws, and some scars: new, old, big, small. Invisible to everyone else, but clear as day to me. Fingerprints scattered all over me; nail marks clawed into my thighs, my stomach; bruises across my face. Here is where it gets personal. Here is the only instance in which my body is my body, for I’m the only one dealing with the consequences.
It only took a couple of months for my therapist to decipher that I had grown up surrounded by cruel boys, cruel men, cruel men disguised as cruel boys. Her job is to be monotonous in expression, but even her eyes widened when I told her about my life as a thirteen-year-old girl: the abuse, the harm, the ignorance of those around me, the silent screams erupting from my oesophagus. It got worse when I was sixteen, with another boy who was equally as harsh on me. My first ‘adult’ relationship, I thought at the time. I felt so grown up, so ready for the adult world to sweep me away, yet what faced me was bruised legs, infantilisation, mistrust. He would look at me, describe me as “the type of girl that guys fuck, but never date”, yet promise to be my forever. When you’re young, you ignore the signs to pursue your fleeting fantasies, yet the older version of yourself is the one who deals with the aftermath.
It was at that point that I realised where I slotted in society: my destiny wasn’t to be craved, adored, to have someone hold my hand down the street, or buy me flowers. My destiny was to be used, to be thrown away once my worth had vanished. And if I was even the smallest bit as powerful as the women in the novels I read now, I would change my destiny, become the woman who deserved the flowers, the handholding, the adoration, to be craved. But in a world where power goes to those born with it, my ability to change my fate was never there. It had faded the moment I was born a woman in a world still run by men.
I still had the word ‘teen’ in my age.
When these boys came and went, I was still a teenager – scalded forever by life, forced to come to terms with everything as an adult.
By the time I had finished mapping out the life I had lived, my therapist just started writing in her notebook. What she wrote, I’m not sure, but the only words to leave her mouth were, “I’m sorry for what you went through”.
When I opened my front door, all I could do was slump to the floor. It was six in the evening, and for the next four hours my back was to the door.
My therapist and I worked on improving my present to compensate for the past. She gave me advice, told me to be more assertive, put myself out there more. I decided that dating was too hard, too traumatising, so I opted to focus on myself, myself exclusively: I found myself embracing the company of cafes and bookstores, reading books about powerful women to make myself feel just a sliver equal to them.
What infuriated me is that they always had someone to call ‘theirs’ by the end of the novel, a man who would sweep them off their feet, kiss them under the moonlight, worship them for the salvation they brought to the land.
And yes, these men were tall, handsome, ultimately good people once the initially grey moral code was ‘solved’. But they weren’t real.
Real men treated me like an object, a personal punching bag. Real men told me that I was unworthy of their affection, that I was lucky to have them, that I was rude, cruel, difficult to love, but still theirs.
The woman in the mirror is still broken when I look at her, the scars white yet deep, the marks purple and green, like mould, on my face, my legs, my stomach. I try to push out the thoughts of how much weight I’ve gained, how my stomach is fatter, my thighs are bigger, thus making the marks even more prominent than they were when I first got them.
I look at my body, and I’m ashamed that I’m still thinking about the fact that no man could love me.
I wish I could look at myself and not think about other people, even just for a second.
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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."
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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.
#carmen berzatto#peeta mellark#my meta#bear meta#the bear#i guess i really love#sweet artistic cooking dudes#who are canonically mentally ill#with abusive moms???#lol#and more seriously: i love the promise and hope of depicting that struggle#and even if you fall for a time all is not lost#you are not worthless or doomed#to be 'their creature'#just because they left some scars and influenced you#being mentally ill isn't doom either; it's just a thing#the mere fact of that damage doesn't determine who you are or what your life has to be#even though it requires struggle and shapes you#both carmy and peeta are also about how brutal#the world is to gentle boys#who want to make art#and live at peace
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Older Oscar he farmman
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Edit were the gold is more highlighted
⚙️I think I made him to buff XD
🌲He's 21-25 here
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,steam punk outfit, long hair in a braid I gave, him some gauntlets to use to fight with that shoot dust in a laser beam form so that way he won't have to use magic , I also gave him a top hat 😅 He has scar on his chest from v8 when Salem made him taste the rainbow of pain,I also had a highlights to his hair to draw attention to his face
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I made his outfit a bit too busy but I like how it turned out it turned out better than I imagined
I might redo it cuz like I said it's just a bit too busy I think I'll do it where it has more consistency in the outfit next time but overall like I said this came out better than I had imagined
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This is kind of an idea I have for another au I was working on Oscar finds a way to delay his merge for several years so this is what I think he will look like older
,I'm think of having it were some how the hero didn't lose the staff in this version of the AU Penny decided to throw it off of the edge of the runway and it was lost forever and nobody fell and
everybody made it to vacuo and after going through the gates people couldn't go back through but Atlas fell and so water came through and now there's a big lake in the middle of the desert where the portal came through in the water becomes a resource they use while in vacuo so people won't go short on water and stuff
Salem doesn't get the relic she gets a fake relic that they may be made before they made the wrong way they made a fake religions figured out how to trick ambrosia into letting them make the fake relic and then the wrong way Salem think she has the staff and that it doesn't work
And yeah Penny's alive in this version everyone's and vacuole preparing for Salem to come and since she doesn't have the staff she taking years to make more grim half of the grim she ends up eventually making she's going to send to beacon cuz she knows that's where the final relic is and the rest she's going to try to attack vacuo with
Farm man Oscar in vacuo growing plants and food for the ppl XD
#rwby#art is mine#autumn sorbet art#rwby art#rwby designs#rwby fan art#rwby9#vacuo#rwby10#rwbyv10#rwbyoscar#oscarpine#oscar pine#oscar needs a book about just him and oz#oz#rwby of oz#little prince#farm man oscar
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@wynterlanding anya & landon (a better version of the song.) prev.
anya had won awards, written for some of the biggest bands and artists in her industry, she had composed for films and all at an age that threw everyone she met off. she had been praised by some of the greatest composers and songwriters of her time, and still, landon's praise meant so much more. his and covered her and she was forced to look up at him, to meet his eyes, the intensity in the look he give her. the adoration that easily slips through in his gaze. anya's cheeks burned, her blood pounding in her ears, heart a wild animal bashing against her ribs seeking freedom, but she doesn't look away.
"i honestly didn't think about it as i wrote it." anya said, giving a nervous chuckle, like she didn't know what to do with the praise now that he had placed it in front of her. she was going to say something about careless song writing, or wave off how easy it came to her sometimes but his next words cut her off, wandering eyes snapping back to look at him. "landon," she said, her voice barely as whisper. what was it to move someone anyway? what did that mean?
anya chose not to overanalyze his words, not pursue the meaning and she shook her head. "i don't write for myself, landon. and this one, this one is special, not to be shared with anyone else." it wasn't that her other music, the music she sold to others who would populate it, wasn't as good. it was all good, or she wouldn't have the job she had, but there was something unmistakably different about writing this piece. he called her beautiful and she was fairly certain she would never lose the blush that dusted across her nose, her cheeks and the tips of her ears. she would remain that way forever, the scars that carved across her face likely twice as red, standing out more that they usually did. "you can't say that kind of stuff, landon."
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the cleveland guardians (taylor’s version) aka specifically taylor swift lyrics that remind me of the boys (ty @lalaloobzy for the inspiration)
the last great american dynasty, but specifically the bridge: “they say she was seen on occasion, pacing the rocks, staring out on the midnight sea” - for some reason it just makes me think of that time when kip played for the cubs (i think?) and tipped his hat to the empty stands in cleveland during 2020 but also “and then it was bought by me” bc it implies a new era of chaotic energy (in the best way) within our organization
the great war: “there’s no morning glory, it was war it wasn’t fair” - this seems self explanatory
begin again: “i’ve been spending the last 8 months thinking all love ever does is break, and burn, and end. but on a wednesday, in a cafe, i watched it begin again” - this just makes me feel hopeful for the future? like when it’s a new season or we get new players, etc.
peace: “i’d give you my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me.” - aka we’re gonna try hard and have fun but we aren’t gonna win (for the most part)
long story short: “past me, i wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things. your nemeses will defeat themselves before you get the chance to swing.” - this rly makes me think of like around 2022 alds time, it’s also something i wish i could go back and tell myself (especially as someone who is so ride or die for josh naylor, given the drama surrounding him at the time)
electric touch: “all i know is this could either break my heart, or bring it back to life.” - how i feel literally every game
change: literally the whole song but specifically “they might be bigger but we’re faster and never scared” - this also doesn’t need any explanation
the very first night: “we were built to fall apart. we broke the status quo, then we broke each other’s hearts” -we defy everyone’s expectations and then we lose right after
forever winter: “live my life scared to death, he’ll decide to leave instead” - josé ramírez, do i need to explain further than that? hoax: “you know i left a part of me back in new york. you knew the hero died so what’s the movie for? you knew it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart.” - OUCHHH 2022 alds ☹️
dear reader *i couldn’t narrow it down to just one lyric for this so here are multiple*:
“you don’t have to answer just ‘cause they asked you”
“bend when you can, snap when you have to”
“you wouldn’t take my word for it if you knew who was talking”
“my friends found friends who care, no one sees when you lose when you’re playing solitaire.” - ALL of the above are josey and you cannot tell me im wrong
the archer: “who could ever leave me darling? but who could stay” and the entire “they see right through me, they see right through me” part - bc no fr…who COULD stay?
castles crumbling: “now they’re screaming at the palace front gates, used to chant my name, now they’re screaming that they hate me.” and “you don’t want to know me, i will just let you down” - ever since this came out it has literally played in my head every time one of the boys is expected to be the ‘hero’ in a precarious situation but ultimately fucks up/we don’t win/etc
look what you made me do: “honey i rose up from the dead, i do it all the time” and “all i think about is karma” - just waiting for karma to do its thing towards anyone who has wronged us 🤷♀️
#genuinely nobody cares#but i like explaining it - also sorry for the long post#mlb baseball#baseball#cleveland guardians#taylor swift#music
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here's an unpopular opinion: Flash s3 isn't a good season. It tried to be, and it had some cool ideas, but it overcomplicated those ideas too much and missed some cool opportunities
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There's definitely a lot about S3 I like, but I agree it's not a good season. (I'd take it over S7 or S8 though.)
Flashpoint is a really big deal in the comics, but they only gave it one episode before unraveling the changes. Cisco being upset with Barry over his brother's death was actually pretty interesting plot wise, but having him forgive Barry and then un-forgive Barry was a bad choice just to add extra (unnecessary) drama to the crossover event. Alchemy was an interesting villain from the comics to go with, but then he turned out not to really exist it was just Julian being possessed by Savitar. Savitar was an interesting villain in the comics too, but it wasn't really Savitar we got. It was The Future Flash, which is an evil version of Barry. And, sure, having Barry literally be his own worst enemy was fun - really gave Grant a chance to play with his portrayal of this alternate Barry - but it was like the show runners couldn't make up their mind who the villain was supposed to be and thought a mashup of all three would work out. Somehow.
Really it just kind of felt like they kept yanking masks off a Scooby-Doo villain until they finally reached Barry with a scarred up face.
HR was adorable, but he definitely suffered in his reception by the audience because most everyone either really liked Harry or didn't want another Wells around. (Or they wanted Eobard back, careful what you wish for...) Julian was either the coworker from hell or the awkward atoner and there wasn't much in-between; his one-sided crush on Caitlin didn't help things. He was capable of being sweet and kind and a good friend, though, it's just he didn't really have a clearly defined purpose once he joined Team Flash so once he stopped being Alchemy during his blackouts... he was just kind of there.
The season had ableism left, right, and center. Savitar!Barry's scarred face. Caitlin's not-really-MPD with Frost. Julian's MPD-no-wait-actually-he's-possessed syndrome. More MPD with Frankie. Because of course all the alternate personalities are violent. Though, admittedly, ablism is a recurring problem with practically every season of this show...
Cisco developing his powers was lovely to see, if harsher in hindsight seeing him grow to accept those powers knowing he'll choose to get rid of them in S5. But having him crush on Cynthia when she worked for the ethical nightmare association was... questionable decision making, for all that I did enjoy Cynthia while she was on the show.
The handling of Barry and Iris' relationship was not great either. They did a dating to engaged to not engaged to engaged again speedrun that didn't give them time to breathe as a couple. I think a lot of people were looking forward to seeing those two actually, finally dating and instead there was this rush to get them married.
Wally's training felt like he was being built up to take on the mantle of the Flash, since Jesse was building her own reputation as Quick. That when the season ended and the Speed Force sent Barry to jail without passing go or collecting two hundred dollars, Barry didn't specifically tell Wally he was the Flash now... it was like they built up to this big payoff and then never actually had the payoff. (Will forever be bitter that Wally never got to be the Flash. Always a Kid, never a Flash. Ugh. Let him grow up.)
Jesse's arc was... questionable. She and Wally couldn't be bothered to stay in touch while she was on E2 during the summer break between seasons, yet she was going to move Earths for him? And then she goes to E3 to take over while Jay is gone and... does double duty on E2 I guess? It just felt a lot like her arc was about other people and not herself. So even though I'm not thrilled about the treatment of her relationship with her dad in S4, at least there she has come into her own as a hero and team lead - her story in the barely visible background is about herself.
And Iris being Barry's prize to be won has probably never been quite so obvious. Evil Barry can't have her so Good Barry can't either. Though I do love the look into Iris fears as she deals with knowing there's a high chance she'll die young and worrying that she won't have left any real legacy behind. She's overshadowed to some degree by the Killer Frost arc, which is frustrating but a side effect of packing too much into one season - physical transformation is always gonna be flashier than quieter emotional arcs.
I also appreciate Iris not wanting to be engaged for the wrong reasons, even if it did feel rather like the show was just building up artificial drama for the second crossover with Supergirl and an even more dramatically romantic second proposal. (Let a girl want her fiance to have proposed because he loves her, not because he's afraid of losing her. There is an important distinction there, I'm so glad Iris was allowed to make that point.)
There are probably a lot more points I could make about S3 being a hot mess, but I think I've hit everything that really stands out the most to me. (So much there already.)
#kitkatt0430 answers#kitkatt0430 rambles#ask game#the flash#fandom meta#the flash meta#season 3#i mean also having a speedster main villain for the third season in a row was not thrilling either
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