#become and how frail his master can be

[waxn-wane]

How this motherfucker looks teasing Ciel after almost blowing their cover during a triple homicide case

(insane, in love, in his lane, thriving, replenished, relaxed)

[bredstick]

Hello! I hope you are having a good day. This is the first time I'm making a request so if I write stupid things, please turn down my request. Male!reader can see curses even though he has no cursed energy. Although he is very kind and gentle looking, curses are running away from him because of the energy he radiates. He is descended from a clan that was destroyed by the Sukuna in history. The general characteristics of those coming from this clan are that although they are physically weak, they can destroy even the strongest curses with a single touch. Also, the men of this clan appear feminine in appearance and can be mistaken for a woman from afar. And the jujutsu sorcerers are unaware of the existence of any of this clan because they think they have all been destroyed. Also a member of this clan can be easily identified from their physical characteristics. So what is the reaction of Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji, and Sukuna when the reader is able to heal curses that have been transformed from human into curses and destroy the bad curses without doing anything, even though he has no cursed energy at all?

Sorry if it's too long and complicated English is not my first language. Thank you!

JJK men find out you're a descendant from an extinct clan (male reader!)

Reactions from Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji, Sukuna

Gojo Satoru

▪︎ He didn't even know about the clan and its users until other people spoke up about you, how you were different from the others- already speculating you have connections to the clan.

▪︎ He was curious on who you were, since that's the first time he'd heard of you, so he arranged a group mission with you involved (principal was confused, why did the strongest need a companion?)

▪︎ First look at you he thought you were a woman until you spoke up on the mission, allerting him of certain dangers across the curse filled field. He was surprised, but it didn't really matter. He just wanted to see the powers you behold.

▪︎ Turns out the enemy was bigger than he thought, and wanted you to step back from it, considering your body was quite frail and you seemed weak to him- he didn't know what to do when the curse was moving in the speed of light towards you.

▪︎ He was just about to teleport you away, but you sensed a curse approaching you, and as a reflex you immediately put your hand up and touched it without seeing the said curse. You could feel it, not see it.

▪︎ Just as you touched it, it exploded without a second thought. You and Gojo just stood there in complete silence, Gojo's lips slowly forming a grin. You might become someone on his level.

"So, mystery boy, what's your name?"

Kento Nanami

▪︎ Didn't really care when he saw you around until he was on a mission with you, not even knowing you're the one everyone's been talking about

▪︎ "I'll take care of this" thinking you're still a newbie and don't know how to use your technique because he didn't sense any cursed energy within you

▪︎ TAKEN ABACK by the way you destroyed the higher rank curse so quickly- needed to register the fact that such a frail person could behold such power (he's totally not jealous)

▪︎ Is even more taken aback when you heal yourself, thinking that he's seeing things

▪︎ "So..... you've mastered your cursed technique I see.." he says after awkwardly standing next to you for who knows how long

(you're on the villain's side on these)

Suguru Geto

▪︎ He wasn't paying attention to you, thinking you were just a boring sorcerer with no power to overturn the world to what he wants to create- he did question your gender though lol

▪︎ Not until a fight with jujutsu sorcerers (including gojo's presence) have you really proved yourself worthy of his praise

▪︎ He was oh so so glad you were on his side when he saw your healing abilities- seeing Gojo's face drop in realization on who's clan you belonged to has made him thrilled

▪︎ "how about we rule the world together?" he said with that smirk of his;)

Toji Fushiguro

▪︎ "uhh.. what are you exactly?" would totally be his first words while meeting you

▪︎ he wasn't even listening to you until you mentioned your clan, which he heard of from the zen'in clan and how overpowered your clan compared to his was- which had a positive effect on him since he hated his own clan. The murmurs of "I'm glad the clan got wiped out years ago" was coursing through his mind while he snickered, and took on your offer of getting together for the destruction of the zen'in clan.

▪︎ When he saw your abilities and even saw that you and him both don't have cursed energy was a big win for him, thinking of treating you to a nice dinner after you're done with the killing (let's hope he can afford it)

▪︎ "I've been waiting for this" he says, slashing the clan's throats.

(here you're on the good side again)

Ryomen Sukuna

▪︎ Your abilities being shown to him made him go back to the good old days when he was slaughtering your kind to bits, giving him ptsd from you just showing him one of the techniques

▪︎ "How the hell did your kind come back?? I killed all of you" he says in the most disrespectful tone ever, making you rage

▪︎ he underestimates your power, forgetting how troublesome your clan was to kill- perhaps you were even stronger than them, making him wonder who taught you to perfect the techniques and how he could let someone slip away from his brutal slaughter.

▪︎ when he gets seriously injured, he curses under his breath and goes back into hiding in itadori's body (he simply cannot be asked to deal with your kind again)

▪︎ "That damn brat... I just need to consume all of the fingers so I can beat the shita outta him"

[cloudcountry]

a broken symbol ⤿ you bring toshinori out of his mind

comments: i have nothing to say...hello mha fandom...are we still here...

tags: sir nighteye is mentioned, fluff, established relationship, toshinori is whipped, retired toshinori, insecurities.

These days, it doesn’t take much for Toshinori to collapse. He’s been retired for quite a while now but still helps out behind the scenes, always the hero even though he deserves nothing but rest. He ends up excusing himself from his work every hour, only to run to the nearest bathroom and crumple over the first drain he can reach.

His side flares up with pain and he clutches the flesh, feeling the stretched and scarred skin that caused his health to decline so rapidly as he hacks up far too much blood. Despite everything—the scar and the blood he spits up and the way he really doesn’t have a quirk anymore and the way he can’t maintain his muscular form even if he wanted to—he still works.

And at the end of the day, his gnarled, gangly form drags its way over to you, the person he is finally able to love just a little bit, because the public knows he is All Might and he is still very much a target, and he knows he can still protect you but he’d rather not have it come to that.

Each day was harder than the last, more taxing on his broken and battered body. Even simple tasks like getting out of bed were becoming difficult, the scars and residual pain a constant reminder of just how beaten he truly was.

Why were you with a man like him?

What could he give you, really? He wasn’t young anymore, nor was he muscular or flashy. He couldn’t give you the life you deserved, with a partner the same age as you, in top condition, ready to spoil you relentlessly. Instead you got a run down, broken man, his muscles and glory gone. The only thing he could possibly offer you was his smile.

(Not the well trained one for the press, or the one he saved for victims during and after he saved them. The one that only his colleagues and his students have seen, the awkward one that droops a little on the right, the one that makes his eyes shut with peace he hasn’t known in forever, the one that accompanies a nervous laugh.)

He doesn’t notice your presence when he steps through the front door, muttering a soft “I’m home,” as he takes his shoes off in the doorway. You stand there, waiting for him with a ladle in hand, a cute apron wrapped around you. Your touch feels like an anchor when it reaches him, brushing his snarled hair away from his eyes. You look so concerned and it punches him right in the gut, guilt seeping into his expression. He feels so frail in front of you, like a giant skinny bug. Why do you treat him so gently?

Toshinori’s heart squeezes. He doesn’t deserve you. He’s pathetic, a broken symbol of peace, a reminder that he couldn’t do more for the people he wanted to protect, for his Master who bet everything on him, for young Midoriya who looked up at him with stars in his eyes.

You ask him if he’s getting in his own head again. Your words swim around his skull, only barely making sense as he ducks his head, lanky arms pulling you into his chest and holding you close. He doesn’t cry, it’s rare that he ever does, but he doesn’t stop the single tear that falls down his cheek. You hug him back immediately, pressing your hands into his back, and it feels so soft and warm.

What did he do to deserve something—someone—as soft as this?

“You’ve done everything.” you scold, holding him a little tighter.

How can you sound so gentle even when berating him for being pathetic?

No, that’s not what you were doing. You were just loving him.

“You’ve saved millions. You fought for them for decades. You stopped All for One time and time again. You’ve saved the world over and over. You’ve built society from the ground up.” you reprimand him for each mean thought he has about him, piecing him together from the ashes of his legacy.

He doesn’t say anything, slumped over on your shoulder, taking in your words like they’re the softest, sweetest thing he’s heard his whole life.

Everyone else wanted All Might. He was so, so lucky to find the person who loved Toshinori.

“I understand that the world isn’t safe yet, and I get that you will always be a hero at heart. It’s one of the many things I love about you.” you pick and choose your words carefully, he can hear it in your tone, “This is the life you chose and I won’t try to take it away from you. Just let me support you. And for the sake of the world, stop being so harsh on yourself.”

As he gazes at you, he can’t help but think that his world has narrowed down considerably since he retired. He entrusted the Earth to his students and colleagues, putting blood, sweat, and tears into the staircase he built for them, just so they could reach the highest peak and succeed in protecting everyone they cared for. He is, no matter how he feels about it, just a man now. And his world became you a while ago.

It feels selfish for him to admit that to himself. He will never stop caring about the public, the people who put their hopes and dreams on his shoulders and allowed him to carry their burdens for him, but you’re the only one who has ever really taken his burdens.

Maybe it’s because he never allowed anyone else to. He holds you just a little bit tighter, memories of friends long gone who pleaded with him not to go flashing through his mind.

“You will always be a hero, love.” you sigh, brushing his cheek with the back of your hand, “You will forever be my hero. But right now, I want you to just be you.”

That’s right. He shudders in your arms, a remnant of what once was, but this remnant loves you with every shattered bit of him.

“Right.” he says, voice low and soft.

He hardly has the energy to say anything else, but he knows he doesn’t have to.

Not when it’s you.

[luneengene2]

Still the Same Feeling

• Celebrity!Rich!Jo x Fem!Readers

• Warnings : Sex, angst content, grammar error (Sorry, I'm too lazy to write warnings)

In the past, you left him because he was poor and could not meet your standard of living as the only daughter of a great businessman. You left him like a useless piece of trash. You used to date him because you thought he was handsome and an outstanding student in sports during school. However, slowly you get bored because he can never obey everything you want. Sometimes, you are often teased by your friends just because you are dating a poor man.

But in every life, the wheel must turn. You never thought you could fall this hard. Your father died of a heart attack, and the business that was supposed to be inherited by you was instead taken over by the partner who betrayed your father. You and your mother fell into poverty towards the end of your college years.

It's also hard for you to get a job, for almost half a year you and your mother have been relying on reserve savings which fortunately are still enough for daily food. But of course, those savings will dwindle. As a result, you have no choice but to get a job as soon as possible. In addition, your mother needs medicine for her body which is also starting to become frail.

While you were at the bottom, Jo was at the peak of his career. He became a famous basketball player who has quite a lot of wealth. He even opened a famous sports business that is spread throughout Japan. He is truly very successful and has abundant wealth.

And now here you are, being looked down upon by the man you dumped just because he was poor. Asakura Jo. The man hired you to make you his 'toy' for one night. It seems he has a big grudge against you. He felt satisfied seeing that you were now a woman who worked as a stripper in a high-class nightclub. The girl who used to always hold her chin high, now has to lower her head in shame. With a disgusting job too.

"Karma is real, Y/N. It's unfortunate that you ended up in a place like this," He said as he circled your body. Giving you a mocking look.

"How does it feel to have a hard life like that? Not choosing friends and everyone leaving you, it hurts?" He asked while playing with your hair, he mocked you. Seemingly satisfied that he got the chance to belittle you.

You clenched your fists, trying to keep yourself from crying because of the taunts and insults he threw at you. He was right, this was karma for you because you used to look down on him just because he was poor. And now, he can pay for your pride with his abundant money.

"It seems you understand your position, not answering what the 'master' said. Alright then, you're a professional after all," Jo suddenly pushed you onto the bed, he unzipped his pants and climbed onto the bed with the red sheets. You already know, this is one of the consequences of working as a stripper. Fucked by customers but at a much higher cost.

You tried to stay calm, even though your tears were already trying to rebel and come out. You had guessed, Jo would definitely play rough with you. He still remembered what you had done to him. And it really hurts.

Jo pulled the panties you were wearing to the side, he would only use your pussy for his satisfaction after being tired of meeting his fans. He just needed an outlet to relieve his stress.

His fingers stroked your pussy, chuckling like a psychopath. "Ah let's see, how this pussy is the same as before or not, before I was the only one who could feel this pussy. And now I'm not sure I'm the only one who can feel it, you've become a bitch," You closed your eyes at his words. He didn't know that he was the first person to have sex with you while you were working as a stripper at that club.

Jo didn't put a condom on his cock, he didn't care about that. In one thrust, his cock filled your pussy. Making you groan loudly because of the pain, Plus he didn't warm up, so your pussy, which is still dry, will definitely hurt.

"Fuck!" Jo growled, moving his cock in and out at a pace that he thought would be very pleasurable. Over time, your pussy gets wet and starts clenching his cock over and over again. You're not being a hypocrite, this is good. Because you haven't felt something like this for a long time.

You see him looking up, so sexy and hot. Mouth open, sweat dripping down his neck and his top was in a mess. Jo lowered his gaze to you, your eyes and his locked, unable to look away from each other like glue.

The longer your eyes stared at him, unknowingly tears flowed from your eyes. Guilt and shame also mixed inside you. You treated him like trash, and now he's paying you back for what you did to him.

"I'm gon-gonna cum," Jo moved quickly until his cock hit your sensitive area which immediately made you moan pornographically and soon after, you were squirting heavily until it rose like a fountain.

Jo grinds his hips into you, emptying his balls inside your pussy. Making you reflexively milk his cock as well. His limp self immediately collapsed on top of your body. You could feel his chest rising and falling irregularly from the effects of his cum.

Your hands hesitate to hug him, honestly, you really miss a sincere and loving hug from him. And stupidly, in the past you threw that hug away just because he couldn't meet your standards of living. You should be able to accompany him to struggle from zero, but you don't have that kind of patience. Plus, your friends make fun of you for dating a guy whose status is lower than yours.

Jo released his cock from your pussy, he immediately stood up from the bed. Not caring that you looked quite weak after that hot activity. He opened his wallet and threw a very thick wad of bills at you carelessly. "I think that's enough to pay for a whore like you," He put on his expensive clothes again and immediately left the VIP room as if nothing had happened.

When the door closed, you immediately burst into tears, the tightness in your chest making you suffer even more. You squeezed the money he had just thrown at you tightly.

But you are aware enough, you are aware that this is indeed the karma you get for hurting someone who has sincerely loved you. Asakura Jo proves that he can reach the pinnacle of his life. Proving to the girl he 'once' loved that he could have sharp wealth.

// Ten Years Later //

Jo pulled the coat he was wearing closer because the cold was piercing his body. In fact, the AC in his car was turned off. He looked out the windows , it was raining quite heavily pouring down on Tokyo this evening.

Due to the heavy rain, the road to his house was very congested, because many trees had fallen on the road. Jo's personal driver decided to take a shortcut, even though it was quiet but it would get them there faster.

However, when passing an old building, suddenly two men in black jackets and masks blocked Jo's car, causing the driver to brake suddenly. Jo immediately panicked. He immediately contacted his men, signaling that he was in danger.

The two men in jackets forced open Jo's car door, they even hit the door handle so hard that it broke. Jo and the driver were pulled out and thrown out of the car.

"Damn dogs! Go before you end up here!" Jo bravely stood up, his emotions were so great. Not caring about the danger he would receive if he fought these two people who were definitely robbers. Jo pointed the folding knife in his trouser pocket at the two robbers.

"Choosing to fight first? Ah, I also want to see what this Celebrity is capable of," One of them made a sound and immediately attacked Jo at the same time. Jo is thankful that he studied karate before, so he can do this fight.

In a few kicks or punches, Jo managed to take down the two robbers easily. His breath was short from being attacked so crazily. He approached one of the robbers who was lying with a bloody mouth from being kicked by him.

"At least try hard if you're poor, don't rob, you idiot!" Jo hit the robber's head, grinning and taunting him with his heavy breath.

"MR ASAKURA WATCH OUT!" Suddenly, Jo's driver screamed hysterically. Making Jo immediately look back. Jo stared in shock as the robber who had also fallen pointed a gun at his head and was about to pull the trigger in a few seconds.

TAK! BUGH!

Jo was shocked when the gun suddenly flew into the air because someone kicked the robber's hand. Not only that, the robber immediately collapsed on top of his friend because he was hit on the head. Hitting him with a brick too, that must really hurt.

Jo turned to look at the person who had successfully knocked down one of the robbers. A woman in a cream-colored coat and already soaked. A beautiful woman he knew very well. The beautiful woman he last met ten years ago. The woman who was his ex-lover.

"Y/N," Jo stood up from his squatting position, his face even more shocked when he saw the woman who once filled his heart. You wiped the water that was wetting your face, letting out a harsh breath.

"Are you okay, Mr. Asakura?” You asked, Jo immediately nodded. Not believing that you and him could meet again after ten years of not seeing each other.

Jo looked at your face, so pale and looked very tired. Your eyes even had dark circles. Your lips didn't even have a normal color. However, your beauty does not fade. Your face was still the same as the last time he saw you when you and he were both twenty years old.

Jo's men came with a total of three cars. They even thought you were the one who wanted to harm their master, because you were holding a brick.

Instead, they immediately grabbed you and held your arm tightly before Jo said that you were not the criminal.

"Let go-"

"MAMA!" A little girl's voice made everyone look back. The little girl who was wearing an elementary school uniform and a large bag, her umbrella was left behind. As a result, she got soaked.

The little girl pushed the person who was trying to arrest you. "Let go of my mother, she's not a bad person!" The girl hugged you tightly, her eyes showing that she was about to cry. Yes, she was your daughter, your beloved daughter.

Jo noticed who the girl was. Her body was almost half yours, quite tall for an elementary school student. Jo also noticed how the girl looked, and he found something that successfully made his heart feel like it was being pinched as hard as possible.

"It's okay, my sweet. They won't catch Mama." You hugged his body which was soaked because her umbrella had fallen earlier.

"Let's go,"

"Stop!" Jo suddenly snapped, causing you and your daughter to jump in surprise and stop in your tracks. His tall body approached the two of you with a horrified and tense face.

"Who is this girl?” Jo asked, holding your hand to stop you from leaving. He needed a clearer explanation. You tried to stay calm, turning your face away.

"She is my daughter,"

"Who is the father?”

You fell silent, slapping his hand away and not wanting to answer that sensitive question. "Ami, let's go home, honey," you smiled at your daughter, immediately pulling her away from Jo. But you were slower, Jo was the first to block you.

"Who is the father of this girl?!" Jo insisted, he felt that Ami was his. His daughter with you. Facial features couldn't lie, Ami looked like him. Ami looked at the man in front of her while hugging her mother's waist tightly.

"That's none of your business, Mr. Asakura. This girl has nothing to do with you," you said flatly, but that only made Jo even more convinced that you were lying to him.

"It would be none of my business if this girl was my daughter,"

"She's not your daughter! She's my daughter, and only my daughter! Do you understand?!" You pulled your daughter back to walk away from Jo, but unfortunately, suddenly your head felt dizzy. You felt your body was very weak.

BRUK!

Your daughter screamed in shock as you suddenly collapsed, unconscious in front of her. Jo quickly ran over to your body that was lying on the ground.

"Mama! Mama wake up! Ma!" Ami shook your body hard, she cried in panic seeing her mother suddenly unconscious. Jo knelt down, without further ado he immediately lifted you into his arms, " Jo put you in the car then turned to Ami, he smiled at the girl. Rubbing her head lovingly. "Come with me, I will make your mother wake up from her fainting,"

///

Jo stared blankly at you lying unconscious on his bed. His personal doctor had checked your condition. He said that you are malnourished and have not been eating enough. As a result, your body can be this weak.

His long fingers touched your thin face that was very pale and looked tired. Even when you were unconscious like this, your tired face did not disappear.

The girl who used to live with extraordinary abundance, has now become a woman whose life is full of great struggles to the point that her body is malnourished like this. Also finance her child's life.

Jo felt like hitting himself. He felt guilty, so guilty for ever making a part of you that was already broken even more. His ego made him that sadistic towards you ten years ago. His ego won over his true feelings. The real feeling, the feeling that he still has the same feelings for you. He still loves you, very much.

Seeing you fall, he should have been able to help you. But he chose to follow his ego because he is now at the top.

"I now understand why you broke up with me at that time. I should have understood that, not made you suffer more. I should have understood, you were just afraid of living like this if you married a poor man like me. I should have understood, you were just afraid," Jo closed his eyes, tears began to flow freely from his eyelids. He regretted, so much that he didn't try to reach out to you again.

Slowly, your eyes opened. You looked around you, a luxurious room with expensive ornaments immediately entered your eyes. You looked towards where Jo was standing, And that reflex makes you want to get up from your sleeping position.

"No, no, no, Y/N! Go back to your sleeping position," Jo held your body from getting up from your position. Your limp body certainly couldn't fight back.

You stared at him, still in shock that he had suddenly become like this. "Why am I here? Where is this? Where is my daughter?” You asked in a hoarse voice, struggling to speak. Jo smiled faintly, he reached for your hand, holding your arm gently.

"You are now at your home, our daughter is drinking hot chocolate," his voice trembled, holding back tears. His words certainly confused you.

"My home?"

"Yes, this is your home, your home and our daughter's,"

"Jo-"

"Forgive me, please," until finally, Jo burst into tears which of course immediately shocked you again because he suddenly apologized. "Please forgive me, forgive me that I can't understand your condition. I'm sorry for being such a jerk, Y/N please, please forgive me. I was really mean to you. I'm too evil that you don't give me the right to know about Ami," Jo kissed your hand repeatedly, his breath short. He was too gentle, he was the one who apologized, even though you had thrown him away like trash.

"Jo no, why are you apologizing. The villain here is me. I hurt you, threw you-"

"No, Y/N. I'm the bad guy here, I got you pregnant, I knew that the first time I saw Ami. Then leaving you with only enough money to eat, for God's sake, the real villain is me, Y/N," Jo lowered his head, burying his head right next to your pillow, sobbing, with his hands still holding you tightly.

"Jo, stop it. Don't apolo-"

"If I had known about Ami earlier, I wouldn't have let her life be full of hardships like I was, Y/N. She doesn't need to live in poverty." Even though you haven't said whether Ami is his daughter or not, Jo is sure that the little girl who calls you 'mom' is indeed his daughter.

"Why are you so sure that Ami is your daughter? I haven't confirmed it," you looked at him with a deep gaze. There was no trace of deceit in his eyes.

"She looks like me, a female version of me. Physical resemblance can't make you lie that girl is my daughter," Jo said with a thin smile. Seeing Ami was indeed the female version of himself. The girl was even very beautiful, tall like her father, and looked gentle.

"MAMA!" Ami entered your room with a maid running after her. Ami seemed to ignore Jo, she immediately climbed onto the bed and hugged you. "Mam, are you okay? You won't leave me, right?" Ami asked with teary eyes, you could only smile, kissing her forehead softly. Slowly, you let go of her embrace, you cupped her face and wiped away her tears.

"My dear daughter, no one will leave you. Mommy will not leave you, mommy will always be by your side," You smiled warmly at your daughter, assuring her that no one would leave her. When she cried like this, you saw a side of Jo who used to be very gentle before revenge 'attacked' him.

You stroked her head, your eyes returning to the man who was standing as Ami came to hug you. You smiled faintly at Jo, slowly turning Ami's body towards Jo. "Princess, this is your father," Ami stared at Jo closely, observing every detail of Jo from top to bottom.

"Don't you want to say hello? This is the person I often tell you about, your gentle and loving father," Jo felt like bursting into tears again when you actually gave your daughter a good impression of him. In fact, he had previously made your life even more ruined, aka made you pregnant without any clear accountability.

Slowly, Ami got up from her sitting position, approaching Jo who was standing. The girl was already ten years old, of course she already understood what was happening around her. The age where you will soon be a teenager.

If Jo wasn't strong, he might have fainted from seeing his daughter he never knew for the first time. When he saw Ami, Jo was like looking in a mirror. A very beautiful duplicate of himself.

Not only that, Jo also saw a lot of suffering from the girl. If only, if only Jo had not done something stupid, Ami would have lived like a princess, not in misery.

"Papa," Ami stared at Jo with a sad gaze, tears began to flow down from the girl. Her body froze, not believing that she had now met her father. His father, who his mother described as a gentle man.

Jo was emotional. He burst into tears and immediately lifted Ami's body into his arms. Hugging his daughter tightly for the first time. His heart ached and was filled with great regret.

[the-guilty-writer]

I was wondering if you could do reid!daughter that has POTS? Specifically how it can make it hard to walk up stairs and stand for a long time. I would love to see how concerned he is on her bad days :)

I don't have POTS but I have friends that do so you all hold a special place in my heart ❤

Spencer Reid x daughter!reader with POTS

You knew it was going to be a hard day when you woke up that morning. It could have been for any reason - maybe you overdid it the day before or ate less salt than normal - but mostly bad days just happened. You lived through the day using management, sometimes pushing yourself harder than you should, and trying to make the most of the body you were given.

It was for that reason you were standing in line at your dad's favorite cafe. Though you didn't drink caffeine, he practically lived off the stuff. Even on days like today when he didn't have to work, Spencer Reid needed his coffee fix. You were more than happy to accompany him on his morning adventure.

The walk to get to the shop hadn't been too difficult for you, though the stairs to walk up to the cafe had been quite a challenge. Your heart raced faster than it should have, causing shallow breaths. Spencer made you sit down at once, and though you were no stranger to sitting on the ground, the top stair was not a particularly convenient place to rest.

After the insistence that you were fine, your dad had helped you up and offered to escort you to a table to rest while he got your drinks. You refused, wanting to stay by his side. Now you were with him, waiting in line.

The feeling of dizziness crept up on you, heart rate rising slowly before jumping suddenly. It made your vision blur until it was nearly black. The world swayed and spun. Your dad's voice was distant, even though he was standing right next to you.

His gentle hands guided you to the nearest open seat and encouraged you to lean on him. Your body fell into his, the familiar smell of his cologne and the fabric of his cardigan making you feel safe while in such a vulnerable position.

When your vision solidified, you were met with concerned honey-brown eyes.

"Hey." Your voice was still frail.

"Hey," your dad replied. "You feeling better?"

As amazing of a profiler as Dr. Spencer Reid was, he had a hard time seeing through your deception. Chronic illness forced you to become a master at pretending everything was fine, even when it wasn't. Still, you didn't see any point in lying to him.

"A little, but I think I need to sit," you told him.

"Do you want me to stay with you?"

You shook your head. "No. But I could use some water."

"Okay." He kissed your forehead. "I'll be back."

When he did, he had liquid IV as well.

[octoberwitchsblog]

bloodraven headcanons ^^

He used to get mocked a lot as a kid for the way he looked and it was Daemon Blackfyre who encouraged him to get better at the sword and ignore the comments

He started training with the bow and arrows because he quickly understood that he would get his ass kicked in a close combat.

He looked up to Daemon Blackfyre way more than he would ever admit it and even after his death, he thinks of him sometimes.

"What would Daemon have done ?"

Daemon is Brynden's silver springs situation

He never fully felt like a Targaryen nor a Blackwood but he got more interested in his Blackwood heritage during his late teens when he had his first visions.

His father didn't care much about him but Daeron would always be kind and even if he would never admit it, Brynden saw him more as a father than a brother.

Despite everything happening in King's Landing, he never forgot his sisters Gwenys and Mya and still took care of them until he was sent to the Wall. His only demand to Aegon V before he left was for him to take care of them too.

I like to think that Brynden started having visions and dreams during his teens and knew what was going to happen with Daemon. He tried to stop it as much as he could but it didn't work and it taught him about his own abilities.

"You'll see things you'll never be able to change."

He hates Aegor because he's the only person in the world who has the power to make him feel small. Even when he grows up, every time he hears Aegor's name, he feels like the powerless kid he was, just as he felt powerless when Aegor took his eye. Brynden spent his whole life escaping that powerless feeling and he succeeded ; the only thing that still reminds him of the things he wants to forget is Aegor.

Aegor getting with Shiera makes it even worse to him because Shiera's the only person he allows himself to be vulnerable with. And it also makes him mad insecure every time he remembers it.

He can spend hours justifying the logic and inevitability of Daemon's death but every time he thinks about it, all he feels is guilt. The only thing that stops the guilt from becoming overwhelming is his conviction that he acted for the good of the realm.

Brynden's philosophy when it comes to being Hand of the King is that he would never kill an innocent child unless that innocent child's death would benefit the realm. From the moment he kills Daemon and people see him as a monster and a kinslayer, he becomes more ruthless because he knows he'll never be able to win people's trust. He wouldn't let remorse or doubt stop him.

He's the local Machiavellian prince basically.

"How many eyes does lord Bloodraven have ? A thousand eyes and one."

He finds the riddle genuinely amusing because he understands that there's a certain power in being feared.

He's obsessed with the Blackfyres because if one of them gets the throne, Daemon would've died for nothing. Why would you have killed him just to let one of his sons have the throne years later ?

He was a quiet kid and became a stern man. His quietness made people even more uncomfortable than his looks.

He's an overall very sickly dude and he's always been that way : more frail than the other kids even when he got better with the sword, bow and arrows, the sunlight gives him headaches if he stays in it too long and his body is thin and more bony than muscly. Physically, he's the total opposite of Bittersteel.

He always had a crush on Shiera but he knew that he was in love with her when he came back from the Redgrass field and she was the only one who looked at him like he still had two eyes.

He has a very dark sense of humor that works really well on Shiera.

Aerys was one of his first friends and he has a lot of affection for him but he loses respect for him when he sees the kind of King he is, especially after Daeron.

His eye socket hurts him pretty much on a daily basis but at different intensities his whole life and he's a literal master at hiding his health issues. He only said it to Shiera but Aerys has known for years too.

After naming him Hand, Maekar found himself surprised to see how fragile Brynden looked from up close. He just became so good at using the fear and hatred he causes to everyone that people are almost surprised to find that he's, in fact, just a man.

He spent his time at the Wall coughing terribly because of the cold. The men of the Night's Watch may not have loved him but Brynden was surprised to see that at least, they respected his thoughts. His cold logic had more success with the men of the watch than with the rest of the realm.

The first few months at the Wall were hard asf for him because he had sent most of those dudes to the Night's Watch during his time as Hand and they either hated him or feared him like crazy. Some of them still loathed him until the very end.

At the Wall, he let Aemon deal with whatever ravens arrived from King's Landing especially, unless it was really important. He considered his duty to be only to the Night's Watch as soon as he entered it.

He started feeling the presence of the three-eyed crow in his dreams as soon as he arrived at the Wall and that's why he would always lead the rangers beyond the Wall himself (mf still did it at 77). He wasn't sure if he was being warned or called.

[mama-qwerty]

Innocence

Okay, this was meant as the first chapter of a story that follows Knuckles as he leaves his village and travels the galaxy, leading up to his arrival on the mushroom planet and into the second movie.

And, being me, I'm not sure it'll ever really get done, but the first chapter can fit the Innocence prompt for @year-of-the-echidna, so I'mma post it. I may work on more chapters, but we'll see.

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Age 6

His tribe marched, eager to face the owl warrior who held the location of the Master Emerald. They would make it tell them where it was, and they would retrieve it, restoring the echidna their honor that was lost so long ago.

His father had left him behind, claiming today was not the day he would bring honor to their people. The boy had been disappointed, but had done as his father wished. He stayed in the village, with the few elders who were too old and frail to fight. Too sick to carry a spear.

The illness that had claimed his mother a few seasons ago now resided within their lungs. He heard that same rattle when they coughed. Saw how it sapped their strength. Their life. This sickness seemed to appear more often in recent years, claiming a few of the older and weaker members of the tribe each winter.

Some of the elders spoke of this illness as a curse, leveled upon them by the god Chaos for the behavior of their ancestors. It prevented eggs from growing properly, dramatically lowering the birthrate for the clan. He had been the only egg hatched in a long time, and his birth had heralded a celebration. A healthy puggle, finally. He had become the clan’s child, one who was cherished and cared for by all.

But his parents had loved him most. And this illness that had taken any possible playmates from him had also claimed his beloved mother.

Now, as he looked upon the fading elders, he was reminded of how his mother looked those last few weeks. Pale and hollow. Barely able to lift her hand to stroke his muzzle in the way he liked, the way that soothed his panicked heart.

His own hand rose to stroke it now.

It brought no comfort.

The village seemed so big without the warriors. Without his father. So empty. As the last puggle hatched in many years, he had no friends to play with to pass the time. No siblings. So he wandered into the forest near the village. He knew these trees like the back of his hand, where the very beginnings of his knuckle spurs were starting to grow. They itched sometimes, and he absently scratched now as he moved to the spot he and his mother had sat at many times before the gods called her home.

A small clearing among some towering trees. The grass, usually worn flat from their many excursions to this little haven, had begun to recover, and now stood almost knee high to him. The sight filled him with a newfound grief for his mother. It was if they had never been here. As if she had never been here. The signs of their time together, spent learning bird calls and the ways of nature, all but erased.

He tried not to think about it.

Turning to one tree to his left, he dug his claws in and scaled it in a few quick bounds. It was his favorite climbing tree, and it bore the scars of his claws from countless ascensions. Nestling into the crook of a branch, the wood worn smooth from the familiarity of the movement, he settled against the trunk, eyes flicking across the forest surrounding him. He could see in all directions from this vantage, and imagined himself fighting enemies like his father. Watching them approach to pounce on them from above, defeating them with ease.

One day. One day he would be a great warrior. The best the village had ever seen. The best the whole island had ever seen. No, the world. The whole universe.

He would make his father proud. He would bring honor to his tribe and his family.

The boy settled onto the branch, lacing his fingers together to rest his hands on his belly. He stared up through the canopy above him, the sun filtering softly through the breaks in the leaves. The day was warm, but the shadowed forest provided a cool respite.

His eyes grew heavy, and he soon fell into a light doze as he waited for his father to return victorious.

~X~X~X~

The boy opened his eyes. They burned from tears, his muzzle still soggy from the ones he’d shed before finally passing out from exhaustion.

He pushed himself up into a sitting position, wiping his eyes with the heels of trembling hands. It was night, fairly late if he wasn’t mistaken. The remnants of a fire smoldered in the hearth of his home, the slowly dying embers a dark orange.

He wished it had been a nightmare. A bad dream he could push away, shake off like water after a swim.

A quick glance to his right told him otherwise.

One of the village elders sat slumped against the far wall. Soft, wet snores floated to him, and the old woman held his training spear in her hands. She had taken it from him when they’d received the news, and he had wanted to rush off to join the battle that had long been lost.

They were gone. The warriors.

His father.

He’d been asleep in his tree when he’d heard the yelling. Fearing he’d missed the victorious return of his tribe, he hurried back to the village, only to discover that what he had mistaken for celebratory cheers were instead pain filled cries of the few warriors who’d managed to return. They were battered and beaten, their wounds severe and fatal.

The elders had tried to steer him away, but he skirted their attempts and listened, eyes wide, as the fading warriors told of what happened.

It had been a slaughter.

The tribe had cornered the owl, who had sent a small blue hedgehog—obviously her apprentice—through a portal ring. They had tried to subdue her, get her to reveal the Master Emerald’s location, but she had refused. A battle ensued, one that was more fierce than the echidna were expecting. The owl seemed to have more fight left in her than anticipated.

One by one, the warriors fell. Every injury they inflicted upon the owl was returned two-fold. Even now, the warriors dying by her talons admitted she fought bravely. But she was one, and they were many, and by the time she’d taken out the last few, her own injuries proved too severe. She finally crumpled to the ground, and lay dead among the echidna she’d ended.

The boy stood motionless for a moment, not wanting to believe it.

No. No, his father was alive. Merely hurt, that’s all. Some big stupid owl couldn’t kill him, he was the greatest warrior their tribe had ever known!

As tears brimmed in his eyes, he’d ran back to his home, snatching up his mask and spear. He was going to help his father. It wasn’t too late. It couldn’t be too late. He couldn’t be gone, he couldn’t be.

But the elder currently snoring in the corner of his home had stopped him, grabbing his arm with a surprising strength. He’d fought her, tried to escape, but couldn’t remove her hand. He yelled at her, ordered her to release him. Begged her to let him go. He had to help his father. His father needed him, couldn’t she see that?

Her grip did not loosen. Her eyes were kind. Pitying. Sorrowful.

That went straight into his chest, causing it to tighten to an almost painful degree. His struggles increased and he screamed at her to let him go. Please. Please. Let him go. He needed to see his father.

Her grip stayed firm.

And after a moment more of struggle, he let out a long, painful wail, and fell to his knees to cry.

He didn’t want to. Warriors didn’t cry. He was a warrior, like his father. His father wouldn’t cry.

Except that wasn’t true.

When his mother had passed, his father had cried. He had held his son, wiping the tears from the boy’s muzzle as his own trickled down. Had tried to soothe the boy’s aching heart, that had felt like a piece had been torn from it when his mother had taken her last breath.

His father had cried, then. His own heart breaking for his lost love.

And so the boy cried now. Because he wasn’t a warrior. Not yet. He was a child who’d just lost his only remaining parent. And his heart felt like it was torn in half.

The elder who’d stopped him had held him then, gathering him up into her arms and holding him tight. He released his grief, letting the tears roll down his muzzle, gripping her tunic in his fists. Great sobs shook his chest, and he hiccuped in stuttering, shaky breaths until his grief stole his energy, dragging him down into the restless sleep of mourning.

Now he stood, walking toward the door. He considered taking his spear back, but didn’t want to wake the old woman.

The night was cool, and he stood in the middle of his village, his face turned up to the moon. It was a crescent tonight, much like the white patch of fur on his chest. The elders had been excited when they’d seen that after his hatching, his father had told him. They believed it was a good omen from the gods.

His lip pulled in a little snarl at that. Good omen. It didn’t seem to offer him much luck. The only child born in nearly a decade, orphaned at six years old, and one of the few remaining echidna left in possibly the universe. They had not had any word from the other clans in a long time, and for all they knew, the Nuk’les clan was the last.

He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Tears burned his throat, and he swallowed them down. A knot lodged in his chest, the tight feeling making it hard to breathe. He lifted a hand to massage it, as though that may loosen the tension.

Gone. His father was gone. He would never learn to be a great warrior now. Never make his father proud. Never fight beside him in battle. Never earn his true name.

The boy gave a soft huff at that thought. Echidna weren’t given a name after they hatched. At least, not their final name. Instead they’re given a kind of nickname that stayed with them until they were old enough to earn a name that suited them, and reflected their importance and place in the tribe.

His father had been Chikuy’lotli, which meant ‘strong heart’. The boy’s current name was Teptsi’metli, meaning ‘little moon’, chosen because of the mark on his chest. He likely would have earned his true name after his first battle, when he had proven himself to his brothers-in-arms.

But that would never happen now. He was alone. No one to stand for him in their rituals. No one to mark him with his new name. There were so few of them left now, most of them old and injured.

The owls hadn’t just stolen the Master Emerald from them all those years ago. They’d also taken his entire family. His heritage. What was he supposed to do now?

The tears returned, slipping down his muzzle unnoticed.

~X~X~X~

A month had passed since that fateful battle.

The injured warriors had succumbed to their wounds two days later. He had helped the elders bury them, and done the tribe’s death ritual. They had honored the rest of the fallen as well, casting prayers and sacred blessings to guide their souls to the Great Battleground in the Sky. The elders sent up an extra prayer for the boy’s parents to watch over him, and help him be strong.

The boy swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears that stubbornly tried to escape.

After that day, he didn’t speak much. The elders watched over him, tried to care for him, but he distanced himself. He heard their coughs, how they became worse as the days went on.

And when the first elder died not long after, he helped with that death ritual as well.

Over that next month, the boy’s life became about death.

Three elders remained. He tended to them as well as he could, but he was a child, and struggling to care for himself. But he tried. He brought them food and water. Kept their fires burning at night. Made the medicinal potions his mother had taught him.

He cared for them, just as they had cared for him and the rest of the tribe.

And he buried them when they could no longer fight the illness that had taken root inside them.

And now, the boy stood in the middle of his village once more. He looked around himself, and the quiet weighed on him like a physical thing. There was no training. No singing. No chores being done, no cooking going on. No laughter, no chatting, no stories.

No life.

He was alone.

A six year old boy. The last of the echidna.

He wanted to cry. To just collapse to his knees and drop his face into his hands and weep. He missed them all so much. His parents. The other warriors, who had let him copy their moves as they trained, even though his father said he was too young. The women who’d let him help with the cooking and told him the stories of their people.

His tribe. His family.

Gone.

He wouldn’t let himself cry. He wouldn’t dishonor their memory in such a way. He was a warrior now, the only one left to carry on their ways. Their teachings.

He swallowed down the tears, trying to focus on what to do next.

The quest. His people’s quest, that had driven them for generations. It must be completed. The honor of his people must be restored.

And he was the only one left to do it.

Taking a deep breath, the boy let it out slowly as he focused only on what his next steps were. The owl was dead, and as far as he knew, all the owls were dead. So what did that leave? Who else knew about the Master Emerald’s location?

The hedgehog.

He needed to find where the owl had sent the hedgehog. If he found that blue hedgehog, then he could get it to talk. Tell him where the Emerald was, so he could get it and restore his people’s honor. He was the last. It was his destiny to finish the quest begun so long ago.

With a little nod, the boy began to gather a pack with food, water, and the tribe’s supply of rings. Donning his wooden mask, and with spear in hand, he took one last look at his village before turning and throwing a ring.

The portal opened with a woosh, and he stared at the window leading to another planet. He didn’t have anywhere specific in mind when he’d thrown it, just an idea of ‘somewhere else’.

The last child of the Nuk’les tribe took a deep breath, standing tall and pulling his shoulders back.

And then he stepped through the portal, leaving his empty village behind forever.

[radical-revolution]

In Memory

After I got the call that Ram Dass had died yesterday, I closed my eyes.

He is still here.

I could feel the vast field of love that was shining from Ram Dass when Trudy and I taught with him just a couple of weeks ago. And I always will.

On the final day of this last retreat, called “Open Your Heart in Paradise,” Ram Dass was frail and didn’t have access to many words. But he was there in the most powerful way. He swam delightedly with the group in the ocean, chanting “Oh Joy, Oh Joy.”

And on the retreat’s last morning, he put his hands on a basket of 350 wrist malas, each tied with a thread of his guru’s blanket, to tenderly bless them. Then, as participants came by slowly to receive their malas, he silently looked into each face, offering to all what is sometimes called “the glance of mercy,” a gaze so full of love that it left many of us speechless and weeping, drunk with blessing.

I have known Ram Dass for 48 years, as master teacher and inspiration and role model, as a dear friend and benefactor who helped me begin to teach, as a companion on the path, as a truth teller and prankster, as a profound healer and whisperer of souls, as a kind of prophet for a generation. Out in public with him across the years, over and over people would come up to him and speak lovingly, tentatively, urgently, offering thanks, “Ram Dass, I just want to let you know you changed my life!” And he did… for so many of us.

Yes, his book “Be Here Now” changed countless lives. Yes, his work with Seva Foundation cured 5 million people of blindness. Yes, he taught almost nonstop for 50 years, spreading wisdom and humor, wild devotion and love and a vast timeless mystical perspective across the world. His obituaries will be filled with his many other accomplishments.

For me he is family and Sangha, even now still spreading his playful, tough, delicious love everywhere, connecting with our hearts. “Yum, yum,” as he would say.

He was so ready to leave the wheelchair and skinny and broken body, to go home.

Home is not somewhere else.

It is here, in life and death, in the eternal dance of consciousness, weaving together form and the formless mystery from which it all comes.

Ram Dass is the vastness reminding us that in the end, there is only love.

~ Jack Kornfield, two years ago🙏

Be Here Now

Please read aloud, pause in-between, and listen to the poetic heart-words of a Great Teacher...a Beloved Guru, and a true inspiration for so many of us throughout this life.

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We're fascinated by the words--but where we meet is in the silence behind them.

The quieter you become, the more you can hear.

It is important to expect nothing, to take every experience, including the negative ones, as merely steps on the path, and to proceed.

The most exquisite paradox… as soon as you give it all up, you can have it all. As long as you want power, you can't have it. The minute you don't want power, you'll have more than you ever dreamed possible.

I would like my life to be a statement of love and compassion - and where it isn't, that's where my work lies.

In most of our human relationships, we spend much of our time reassuring one another that our costumes of identity are on straight.

The heart surrenders everything to the moment. The mind judges and holds back.

Your problem is you are too busy holding on to your unworthiness.

As long as you have certain desires about how it ought to be you can't see how it is.

Treat everyone you meet like God in drag.

The most important aspect of love is not in giving or the receiving: it's in the being. When I need love from others, or need to give love to others, I'm caught in an unstable situation. Being in love, rather than giving or taking love, is the only thing that provides stability. Being in love means seeing the Beloved all around me.

Suffering is part of our training program for becoming wise.

What you meet in another being is the projection of your own level of evolution.

The spiritual journey is individual, highly personal. It can't be organized or regulated. It isn't true that everyone should follow one path. Listen to your own truth.

Let's trade in all our judging for appreciating. Let's lay down our righteousness and just be together.

Only that in you which is me can hear what I'm saying.

Everything changes once we identify with being the witness to the story, instead of the actor in it.

We are all affecting the world every moment, whether we mean to or not. Our actions and states of mind matter, because we are so deeply interconnected with one another.

A feeling of aversion or attachment toward something is your clue that there's work to be done.

The next message you need is always right where you are.

I would say that the thrust of my life has been initially about getting free, and then realizing that my freedom is not independent of everybody else. Then I am arriving at that circle where one works on oneself as a gift to other people so that one doesn't create more suffering. I help people as a work on myself and I work on myself to help people.

I'm not interested in being a "lover." I'm interested in only being love.

The game is not about becoming somebody, it's about becoming nobody.

Learn to watch your drama unfold while at the same time knowing you are more than your drama.

If you think you're free, there's no escape possible.

Every religion is the product of the conceptual mind attempting to describe the mystery.

It's only when caterpillarness is done that one becomes a butterfly. That again is part of this paradox. You cannot rip away caterpillarness. The whole trip occurs in an unfolding process of which we have no control.

We're here to awaken from the illusion of separateness

We're all just walking each other home.

~ Ram Dass now, just as before,

at home with Divinity

[kit-williams]

Zul alt Spray

I wanted to love Zul so much but its really hard to decide which one he deserved... SO I gave him two. This is an older Zul with his Spazeniye

This is also to try to help me break free from the writers rut I'm in

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

as always thank you @squishyowl for the dividers

Tw: SMUT

An untethered World Eater was a dangerous thing... But a World Eater with his higher faculties unimpeded was a threat to everyone around him. It was how in the span of a decade of getting his Spaseniye that he was in charge of his own warband and pulling off an insane heist of another warband's planet now being his own. He jealously guarded Spaseniye as she was the key to his success and while he didn't need to constantly stare at her to get the effects... he kept her around as she too learned a few new tricks. Zul had effectively unchained himself from a cruel master along with an uncaring father and Zul knew, while it looked like she was chained to him, he had chained himself to her... forcing her to take the yoke of Master.

His red-brown eyes glanced over to her as she stood beside him listening to the droning on of the mortal petitioning his aid. They called her The Brass Lady initially a mocking title given his prior dedicated worship of Khorne and the brass Gorget around her neck plus with her being a psyker bearing that title. She was still a pacifist in many ways and in others she realized violence would follow no matter what she did... she still only used her powers for non violence... soothing him and now she can knit his flesh back together and heal him. She was no longer the same shrinking flower that he had found chained to the floor screaming and wailing for her mistress to come back to her... only for Zul to find her instead.

He was thoroughly distracted by her as her robes were new as they had celestial patterns draped over her... a delicate veil of twisting shimmering colors over her head... hiding her hair. Her hands were still frail looking but there was only so much one could do for a Psyker. Perhaps he would be upset that all she uses her powers was for soothing him... healing him... and extending her life but he was fine with their arrangement. He glanced back to the droning man trying to focus on the words but he could smell a faint perfume upon Spaseniye skin... oh how he wanted to bury his nose into the flesh of her neck and rake his teeth upon-

"Please get to the point." Spaseniye spoke up as Zul's vision was both becoming lustful but starting to gain a red tint to it as what would win first his lust or his desire to spill blood? Well with the blood lust quelled for the moment his mind fixated on the delicate scent of the perfume tickling his nose, carrying with it a trace of her natural scent. Zul's favorite smell was when she was sweating with her scent drowning in his own in that post sex bliss... and now Zul was aroused.

He could hear that soft sharp inhale through her nose. Space Marines were akin to animals... powerful smells would assault her as he could see the way she would wrinkle her nose at him occasionally... though on the other hand she rather enjoyed that as she would have her face buried between his legs inhaling deeply as her tongue- "I will think this over. Leave." Zul said as a natural stopping of the conversation had arrived and he was done just being aroused. He stood up and gently tugged on her gorget silently bidding her to follow him.

She followed slightly behind him as they just walked out of the room. Zul was counting his steps and when he had gotten sixteen strides away he grabbed her. She hardly made a peep as he pressed his Spaseniye against the wall, forcing his knee between her legs. His scarred mouth pressed against her own softer lips. His tongue snaked its way roughly into her mouth as he was rough with her but she eagerly pressed her body against his and whimpered with delight. He pulls away with a gruff noise, "He kept looking at you." Zul groused as he pulled open her robes exposing her neck, shoulders, and bare breasts to him. Bite marks peppered her shoulders and once more his torn and scarred lips pressed against her own as he held her tightly and growled, "Mine."

"Yes yours." Spaseniye mewled as she left herself willing and pliant to his wishes. Zul bowed his head slightly as his mouth wrapped around one of her nipples and started to suckle. She writhed under his hands feeling her hands wrap around his head as she moaned softly enjoying this feeling. He could feel the way her thumbs moved against the back of his head over scars where a few of his nails were removed... a few in combat and a few via surgery... all healed by her loving hands. The shaven short blonde hair on the sides of his head moved under her hands as she moaned so softly... his own red hands held her waist, permanently blood stained and giving the rest of the skin of his arms a ruddy color to them. She felt his crooked nose push into the flesh of her breasts as he pulled his mouth away with a pop.

"I'm going to fuck you until you cannot walk." Zul stated as if it was a matter of fact.

"Oh yes please!" Spaseniye said, grinding against his leg eagerly.

He picked her up and held her close growling and snarling at anyone unlucky enough to be between there and their shared bedroom. It was clear what parts of the room were all due because Spaseniye lived in the room with him, as otherwise it would be spartan. But, he indulged in his baseline's need to have comforts where she slept; anything else was in another room out of his way. Though the large mirror in the room was his desire and it was one that had persisted for a long time to have. Oh yes for the longest time he had wanted a mirror for moments like this. Her flowing robes and his tunic quickly hit the floor leaving their bodies to press against each other.

She hollowed her cheeks as she sucked and slobbered over one of his fingers, she could taste lingering iron on the red digit, but she still ran her tongue over the callouses and cuts that lined the digit. Spaseniye let her teeth playfully scrape against his skin as he pulled his finger free with a pop and quickly bullied the wet digit between her folds. Her hands rested on his arm as she spread herself open for him to work her open as she chanted his name and Zul well he relished the softness of her skin against his torn up body and rough flesh. All the little blemishes she had gained over the years... the bites, the scars, the brand on her back, even the stretch marks on her were all from him.

She had such deliciously pliant flesh and he knew Slaanesh had gripped it's meager grasp on this part of his soul. Tightly milking all worship it could get out of the World Eater... and he gave the prince their due. He pulls his finger out before pushing into her and he feel Spaseniye gasp into his neck. His hips still as she lays under him, walls pulsing and throbbing around his cock, his blood stained hands petting her stomach and waist till she finally mewls out for him to love her. Zul chuckles for a moment as he was a fool to wait so long to tell her his feelings but he had to make sure he could keep her safe with no issue.

He fucked her in front of that mirror. Watching the way her breasts pressed against the floor and that fucked out look as he pulled her back onto his cock. When he took her on her back again he positioned them so that he could watch the way he split her open. Watching the way her sex had to be pushed open and then her body swallowing up his girth over and over just vanishing between her legs, Zul couldn't stop himself from drooling over the sight of her skin bulging slightly. "Oh gods..." She moaned as their eyes met in the reflection and she watched her own body get ravaged... she watched her breasts bounce with their stretch marks on the sides... the bruising from his fingers on her hips... he grunted over her and moved harder causing the clapping from their sweaty bodies meeting to become louder.

Zul grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up to meet him in a kiss. Zul chuckled, feeling the way her cunt fluttered and squeezed him as he treated her roughly. It was amusing to him that someone so fragile enjoyed being handled and fucked like a whore. And he told her as such... watching her write in pleasure under him. She loved the bruises from him grabbing her too hard, bruising her easily bruised form, to have her rear be tender from a swat on her ass from him, her nipples dark from him sucking too hard and too long, her cunt feeling raw and overflowing from him fucking her till he was done... yes they gave the prince their due.

Her toes curled as she couldn't bite back the squeal of pleasure and that blissed smile on her face. Zul split himself inside of her not long after as the faces she makes when she orgasms tend to drive him mad with pleasure. He pulls out and they lay there in front of the mirror as he stares at the way her cunt is spread wide and oozing his cum. He picks her up and carried her to the bed as he collapses into his spot enjoying the mindless bliss he was in. Spaseniye eventually crawled over and nestled against him as she now smelt how he adored.

"But... I think you were right. He did keep looking at me." She spoke up.

An annoyed noise left Zul as his arm wrapped around her and he used that hand to grope and play with the flesh of her ass. "Good to know he was staring at what was mine. Wasn't going to accept his offer now I'm more certain not to." Zul groused before he pulled her into a kiss as they lounged together.

[petitelepus]

I deleted my other account so here's a re-ask on my new account for Oblivion by Grimes with elderly/fear form Hantengu. Maybe human version?? I saw other people are sending themes but I don't know, you can come up with it because I couldn't think of one 🌸👹

Summary: You were afraid of the dark, but you would endure it so you could get to your beloved and become a Demon like he was.

Warnings: Slightly Yanderish, It's Hantengu, Crying, Demons

A/N: Hantengu, Reader, Gender Neutral Reader, Music Request

You were running as fast as your legs could take you from one place to another. The lantern in your hand swayed, the small fire inside it flickering.

It was your only source of light in the middle of the dark forest during the night, and you feared what could happen if the fire went out before you could make it to where you wanted to go.

You were heading to see the man you had fallen in love with.

Soon enough, you saw the small abandoned shrine, your destination, and quickly made your way to it, making sure to knock before you even considered entering.

"W- Who is it...?" Came a feeble, shivering voice that you loved so much.

"It's me," You called, and the voice yelped before calling back, "A- Are you alone?"

"I am."

"C- Come in..."

You slid the door aside and slipped inside, your lantern lighting up the small space where your beloved lover, this old, frail man, Hantengu, was hiding in the corner of the space.

"Y- You came...?" He sounded genuinely surprised, and you smiled as you put the lantern down, "I did."

"B- But you're afraid..."

"Ah-!" You blinked, stunned, "How can you tell?"

He wiped his teary eyes, "I just... Are you afraid of me?"

You should have been. Hantengu wasn't actually a normal man, but the monster of the night, a Demon, but you never saw him as one. Not when he was so afraid of anything that moved. Afraid of a little frail you.

"I just... I don't like darkness..." You admitted as you tried to even out your breathing, "It's scary... The dark side and what hides there. Someone could come up to me from behind and break my neck without me even realizing it...!"

The Demon nodded as he took in the information you gave him.

You came to see him, even when you were scared of the night's darkness? You were so brave, and for his sake... He almost started crying again.

"Yet you came... S- So you've thought about my offer?"

Ah, his generous offer to turn you into a Demon like him. Yes, you had been thinking about it a lot.

You both knew that you couldn't be together. Not unless you were the same. A relationship between a human like you and a Demon like him was doomed to fail and end in tears and blood...

But if you were turned into a Demon also, then you could be together forever, and even darkness wouldn't be so scary anymore!

...But were you willing to give up your humanity and curse yourself, turning into a man-eating monster for this pathetic Demon's sake?

In a heartbeat.

"Hantengu, you're the only one who has ever shown interest in me..." You smiled, and the Demon shivered as he felt tears burn his red eyes again, but before they could drop, you smiled and leaned forward, kissing his bump gently.

"I love you so much. You can turn me or eat me, I don't care, as long as I can be with you one way or another."

The Demon's eyes widened as tears fell and slid down his bony cheeks.

Weeks ago, when you stumbled on Hantengu, he had the full intention of eating you, but before he could do so, you showed him kindness and compassion, something he had never gotten during his long life and even less after he was turned into a Demon.

With Muzan's permission, Hantengu had the privilege to change you into a Demon, much like his master had done to him.

But would you like it?

It would have been merciful to just eat you or simply leave and let you go and live your life without him...

But Hantengu was delusional and a selfish man. He didn't want to spend one moment away from you any longer than he had to. He wanted you all for himself. If you turned into a Demon, you'd be his and his only.

"Ah..." Hantengu whimpered as he raised his thumb to his lips and bit on it, making him squeal in pain as his, no, Muzan's blood rose to the surface.

"D- Drink it...?" He offered his finger to you, and your eyes widened, but you didn't hesitate even for a second. You lurched forwards and snapped your mouth around his thumb, sucking and licking his finger clean as the wound started to heal quickly.

"When should it-?" You were going to ask when the change would happen when you felt your heart being squeezed like a vice around it, your blood turned scalding in your veins, and you could feel your skin prickle like tiny needles were pinching you all at he same time.

Hantengu whimpered as he watched you undergo the transformation. You looked like you were in pain, but your groans and growls were nearly animalistic and furious instead of ones of pain.

The Demon whimpered your name as you stilled, and for a second, he feared that Muzan's blood had killed you instead of turning you into one of his servants...

But then you finally raised your eyes, and Hantengu's red eyes widened as he saw yours.

Your eyes now had slits on them like snakes had but they were still gorgeous. Your fangs were sharp, and your nails grew long and honed also, perfect for mauling your future prey.

"How do you feel...?" Hantengu softly whispered, and you tilted your head at him.

"I feel..." You whispered before grinning, showing off those sharp fangs of yours, "I feel amazing...!"

You moved so quickly, bouncing on Hantengu like a fox would jump on a mouse, but instead of hurting or eating him, you kissed him.

The shy Demon cried out against your lips, and you pulled back, looking at him so lovingly, "I love you, Hantengu, I love you so much."

The male yelped, and you smiled as you hugged and held him lovingly, "Thank you, thank you so much for granting me this blessing to let me keep loving you."

Hantengu sobbed against you as he wrapped his arms around you and returned your hug. Truly, he was a selfish Demon, not being able to let you go, and now you couldn't leave him either if you ever changed your mind about loving him.

But Hantengu was fine with this. You were his and his alone.

[ghhoste]

Title: THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU IS STRONGER THAN THE BEATING HEART IN YOUR CHEST…

TW: dead (nothing graphic)

Zuko x reader

The creation of heartbenders comes from my brain, please, no plagiarism or ask before copying (put my name, I would love to read your fics talking about Avatar <3)

English is unfortunately not my mother tongue, sorry if mistakes are present in this fic!

Aang was the last airbender. He disappeared after learning that he was the next avatar. Completely reclusive from his old world. He did not know how to save the world. He could not have the courage to save the world from the destruction of the fire nation. But he remembered that he knew a family that could help him learn the power of the land. The Y/N family of the Earth nation.

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The group had just arrived in a temple of the nation of the Earth. It was rare for the people of this nation to accept strangers especially people who came from the fire nation. Zuko was uncomfortable but his uncle was even more so. He had been sent to this temple to destroy it in the early days of the war and the men of the fire nation had decided to remain in the vicinity of this temple. Iroh, Zuko’s uncle, had been sent to the land nation to capture and kill the heartbenders. For many, heartbenders were abominations of life and when he was younger, Iroh thought so too. But after the loss of his son, the rumors of the heartbender abomination had become untrue to him. He had seen the warmth and the angelism of the power of life, but the horrors committed by the nation of fire, could not be repaired. Indeed, the men of the earth nation from this temple had a secret: it had a different type of earth power. He had the power of life. He had the power to revive plants but also humans. Heartbenders had become increasingly scarce. Because of the war. But also the devastation done in this temple. The Y/N family, the most important family in this temple since this family had decided to protect the back of the different avatars that had been there for generations and generations. Aang knew a man named Yuan Y/N, the great-grandfather of the Y/N family. He had known the young avatar during his early years and Aang had decided to visit him so that heHere comes to help him master the power of the earth but with other than the basic ability, he wanted to learn the power of life and control the dead.

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Aang began to speak so that his friends would know what to know about this people. He was not like other people on earth. He remained reclusive to avoid war but also heartbender trafficking.

“Yuan was a child of the people of Kyoshi Temple. These people did not like strangers because the Y/N family was the last family of heartbenders.” He heard slight exclamations after saying this sentence, Aang smiled. Yes, the Y/N family was really great and he loved to have as a friend this frail boy yet so generous. “Heartbenders are increasingly lonely and Yuan was one. He could grow plants but also revive them. His power was one of the most beautiful, no one can make me say otherwise. I don’t even know how or why people are chasing them when their powers could bring peace to the land and allow us to get along with everyone on the land— But the heartbender hunt was declared shortly after I was promoted to my role as an air nation monk and I was no longer allowed to approach Yuan. We lost contact shortly after he had his twelfth birthday…I would like to know how he is now…”

“Aang, this man must be over 112 years now… And even more so if he was a heartbenders… These men and women were considered traitors among all the nations…. I’m sorry, Aang, but your friend has unfortunately passed away.” Katara looked at the young avatar and she saw the tears coming in her friend’s eyes.

“Hey… Whether he’s still alive or not, maybe he has grandchildren? Maybe he has a family that can help you?” Sokka looked at his friend trying to comfort him. "And even though he has no family, he is still here." The boy of the water nation pointed to the heart of the young avatar and he saw a slight smile appeared on the face of the air boy.

“Thank you Sokka, thank you so much for comforting me!” Aang sighed before turning his gaze to a mountain where a statue of Kyoshi could be seen from afar. "Here we are, friends!"

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The village was right in front of them. They had walked for long hours to reach this village hidden by a dense forest. The men and women of the nation of the earth knew how to hide in their element.

While Sokka was at the front of the group, a weapon dangerously approached his neck. He could not believe his eyes. He had not seen the weapon appear and fell to the ground. Katara approached his brother but he was forbidden to approach. Aang moved to avoid being seen, perhaps this village was with the fire nation.

Suddenly, a masked figure appeared in front of them. "What are you doing here? How did you find my village?" The man who spoke was slightly larger than Sokka and was much more muscular than him, he dominated them all.

Aang approached the man and began to speak. "My name is Aang. I am an airbender and I am also the avatar everyone was waiting for.” He was cut by an exclamation of the man who seemed septic. But who wouldn’t, the airbenders were all gone a hundred years ago now. “I came to see an old friend and his name is Yuan. That’s why I know the location of your village so precisely. We are not with the fire nation and we will never be.

“Well…” A voice was heard behind the masked man. “I didn’t expect to see the young boy who accompanied my father as a child again.” A woman stood and looked at the young avatar. His eyes looked like Yuan’s. Warm and full of joy. As if the war had not touched him.

“Mother…You had to stay in the village…” The masked boy took off his mask, revealing his face to the other people around him. He had a very beautiful face and his C/E eyes allowed to see all the horrors he had already seen.

“I know, my son! But…” The woman looked at her son and winked at him. The young man broke down on the spot.

"And do you know where she left?" The young man began to run towards the forest and disappeared quickly, so dense was the forest.

“I feel sorry for my son. He never liked it when people approached our village. War leaves irreparable scars for the men and women living on this land.” Aang’s group was completely charmed by the woman. "Oh, I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Y/M/N Y/N and the man you are looking for is my grandfather…and unfortunately he passed away over 50 years ago… He died for protecting our village…May his soul be at peace…” Aang felt his throat cut. He expected it a little, many of his friends had died but he felt more and more alone as time passed.

Katara, seeing that no one was answering the woman, decided to answer her. “Good morning, Madam… We wanted to find a heartbender-" The look on the woman’s face changed to show fear.

“Please…Don’t say this power too loud… The men of the fire nation may have followed you and if they know we are hiding heartbenders, they may kill us for treason…” Aang looked at the woman’s eyes and turned to where her boy had gone.

“One of your children is a heartbender?” Iroh watched the woman decompose. “We don’t want to harm your children… The young man needs someone to train him in this secret power of which your people are the last to know the characteristics of this power and thus form Aang.”

“My daughter is not here yet and the heartbenders were killed in one of the fire nation attacks…” The woman looked back at the group. “But we can wait for her, she will return as always. Let the feast begin for the return of the Avatar, our savior and our hope.”

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Zuko had decided not to participate in the party that had been organized for the arrival of the avatar. He did not feel comfortable with others and he did not want to participate in a feast with a people who had suffered death because of his nation. He saw people tired of this war, crying when one of the statues representing the soldiers of the nation of the earth became black which announced the death of the soldiers. His uncle had tried not to show himself too much. He felt pity for those men and women who lost family members because of his brother’s madness. The madness of his brother who had caused the death of thousands of people.

Zuko walked for long minutes when he heard two voices talking behind a tree. He recognized the boy who had faced Sokka, thinking he was a killer-archer. He was protecting the girl with Y/C/H hair who was with him and who never seemed to leave him.

The boy had just asked the girl beside him. Zuko hid behind a tree so that he could continue to listen to the conversation of the two young people of the nation of the earth.

“Well, one is the avatar, so it’s okay for mother to want him to stay here and learn a little bit more about the power of heartbenders…” The girl had just spoken and Zuko looked at the girl’s hand, whose flower magically appeared. He looked at the girl with incomprehension. The heartbenders had disappeared during the temple’s first attack, so how is it possible that a girl could have a power gone?

“Stop Y/N! I beg you to stop using this silly power. If someone finds out, they’ll throw you into a war you don’t need to be in. You don’t have to.” The boy had just pulled the flower out of the hands of the presumed Y/N. Zuko could not let go of his gaze of the girl.

“But N/A…My power is to protect people…I want to save…” Y/N started a sentence but stopped seeing his brother’s disappointed look. He never looked at her like that, and she knew that he only wanted her well. He wanted her to stay alive, he wanted to be crazy. He was selfish and N/B knew it. He prayed every day that the war would spare his younger sister. He wanted her never to have that stupid power. That cursed power.

The power of heartbenders was a power that many nations wanted to have. It allowed to control the life of the forests but also the life of the men who surrounded the heartbenders. Heartbenders could kill people who were around them but they could also heal serious wounds and revive people. This power was known to few but the leaders of the different nations knew that this power existed and that if they captured heartbenders, the war would end.

“Listen Y/N, I don’t want to lose you…” Suddenly, Zuko heard a cracked branch on his left side. He turned his head to the side but saw only flowers appear. He turned his face Y/N and Y/B but found no one. They had disappeared and Zuko did not know where he could have gone. As he decided to turn back, he felt a blade slipping on his neck. He turned his body to see his attacker and fell face to face with Y/B. The boy’s C/E eyes pierced his skull as the blade pressed harder and harder on his neck.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" The boy of the earth retreated slightly when he saw light flames appear at the fingertips of the boy whom he kept under his blade. “You’re a spy of the fire nation…What are you doing here? Your people have already done enough harm to the temple of Kyoshi, my people have suffered because of yours…” The young man’s blade clung even stronger to his neck.

“I’m not with the fire nation… I ran away from my life to help the Avatar Aang, I’m with him, you can ask him if you don’t believe me.” Zuko looked at the boy and he found a resemblance to the girl who was with him, before they disappeared.

"Are you with Avatar Aang? I don’t believe you." Y/B looked away for a few seconds to cross the eyes of his sister, Y/N. But these few seconds of exchange allowed Zuko to defend himself and sent him slamming on one of the trees behind the two men. The tree sucked the young man from the ground as if to protect him from the impact and thus afford to have a plan to protect his sister. The main person protected was his younger sister and he could not afford to lose her. He could not lose another family member and most importantly, Y/N had to stay alive to rebuild the forests destroyed by the fire nation. Heartbenders were born to accomplish this mission and until it was not fulfilled, heartbenders could not rest in peace. They were reborn endlessly, until life was calm and peaceful again for the people remaining alive.

"Why don’t you believe me? I wouldn’t lie about something so serious." Zuko couldn’t understand, he didn’t know how to do it. And if no one believed him when he said he was no longer part of the fire nation. "I hate the fire nation as much as you do. I hate her from the bottom of my soul. I betrayed my homeland to help Avatar Aang as your family betrayed the nation of earth to help Avatar Kyoshi… Your family is no longer part of the nation of the earth, that’s why no one stays with you and people want to capture you more and more. They want to take your sister, Y/N, right?”

“DON’T TALK ABOUT MY SISTER! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TAKE HER NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!” Zuko had just hit a nerve. He had touched the rope that held the power of Y/B’s earth in perfect constant. The powers of the earth were connected with the feelings of the person and sometimes, when the people of the nation of the earth lost control of their powers, accidents could happen because no one could make them go back in the right way. When an earthbender lost control, it was difficult to regain control of his men. The land began to crack under Zuko’s feet and the fire nation boy began to panic, he did not want this to happen. He was not to upset a member of another nation, especially the land. Their emotional instability was far too strong for anyone to beat.

“I’m sorry…Stop…” Zuko begged the young man because he seemed really about to kill him. Suddenly, C/H hair appeared before his eyes and he let go a slight smile.

“Y/B. Stop, you don’t have to fight in front of the Kyoshi statue. She’s going to get angry.” The girl approached her brother and touched his cheek. She turned to Zuko to see if he was okay. "Are you all right, son of the fire nation?"

“My name is Zuko and I prefer you to call me that…” Zuko lowered his head but fingers touched his chin to raise his head.

“Raise your head. The men of the fire nation are not all the same. Many men have deserted the ranks of this nation. You don’t have to lower your head, you’re a strong person.” Suddenly, a bell rang in the forest and Y/B reached out immediately.

«THE VILLAGE IS UNDER ATTACK!» Y/N had just screamed and Y/B looked at her sister, making her understand that she had to go somewhere else. "To my Gods, the temple is defenseless."

The girl began to run as the trees closed in her path so that no one could pass into her lair and kill the young heartbender.

"Follow my sister! Protect her at the risk of your life! I beg you, she is the hope of my village. When the war is over, it can help our nations rebuild nature, but if it dies before, the omens made by the gods will be more and more present… And it is not war that will kill us, but nature around us…” Y/B rushed in the opposite direction of his sister and he disappeared, absorbed by the earth, so he was an earthbender.

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Kyoshi’s temple was one of the most beautiful that Zuko had seen. The wood and the mother-of-pearl color complemented the other colors that were present on the temple. The sunset reflected, giving yellow and golden colors on all the towers.

He arrived in front of the wooden door, with different flowers on top and it was slightly open. He chuckled slightly, realizing that the girl was extremely naive, thinking that no one would know that no one would be there. He thought back to the fire nation, to his family that he expected to wait impatiently while the reality was quite different.

Zuko whispered this sentence calmly, but this simple action reverberated against the walls of the temple. The phrase he thought harmless was ultimately something extremely catastrophic but whatever this simple resource could allow Zuko and Y/N to possibly postpone the war in the temple.

"Oh my gods!" Zuko turned and heard an insult behind his back. "Zuko, didn’t you?" The young man nodded and the girl gave him a slight, proud smile. “You have to watch the temple door while I collect the urns from the men and women of my village. To survive, I have to plant them in the forest but I never had time to do it because of the men of the fire nation who were spying on my family… I’m sorry you’re the one who has to put up with me, usually it’s -". She was cut by hot lips on hers, preventing her from continuing her rambling. She felt Zuko’s lips twist to form a smile and her breath became more erratic.

But there was no time for kisses in this war. Zuko promised to kiss him even harder when this battle was over.

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Zuko was fighting the men of the fire nation. He was trying to prevent them from entering Kyoshi Temple. If they came back, he wouldn’t forgive himself. The young heartbender had asked her not to bring anyone into the temple until she had removed the ballot boxes of the various men and women who had died during the first attack on the village. But the men of the fire were more and more numerous and Zuko could no longer fight, the wounds and burns became more and more painful and he could no longer bear it.

Suddenly, as he was fighting, an arrow fell on the torso of the man who was going to impale him with his weapon. He turned his gaze like the enemy men who were surprised to see a man with bad points with serious injuries on his upper body. Injuries that should have killed him. How is it possible that someone could survive such serious injuries? But his answer was quickly answered when he saw Y/N, black smoke surrounding him and he could see the urns of the men open, making him quickly understand that she had just used her power.

"Y/N?" Zuko looked at the girl who was in trance. The powers of heartbenders were likened to bad spells or black magic. But when Zuko saw Y/N trying to protect him so hard, he felt his heart beat stronger. No one had ever defended him and he had always been alone. When he saw a girl, whom he considered weak at the base, showing his power to people who wanted to harm him, he could not feel so confident. His flames mounted on his arm and he approached the girl of the earth.

"Are you okay?" Zuko asked the girl who was looking at him with fear.

“Are you asking me if I’m okay when you’re literally dying on me? Are you serious? I don’t even know what to say so that…” She was cut off by the young man’s loud laugh. “Stop mocking me, Zuko…”

“No one has ever worried about me…I don’t even know what to say…I mean, thank you!” Zuko looked at the girl with a bright smile and in his eyes he saw the hope he had been waiting for years now. He no longer needed to return to the nation of fire, he could stay with that girl who had become his beacon of hope and life.

“Well… I’m glad I could give you back your courage… I don’t know how I did it, but you’re a big guy and you don’t have to think otherwise…” The girl leaned towards the young man but was interrupted by a fireball, touching her left cheek. She looked at the young man with disbelief, her cheeks becoming increasingly red. She stepped back and got up, embarrassed by his behavior.

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The last soldier of the fire fell to the ground, face down. Zuko had just killed him with his flames and his shoulders relaxed when he saw no one standing. No one standing?

His eyes turned from left to right and his heart fell into his chest when he saw the body of the girl he was supposed to protect. His lungs could no longer give him the breath he needed and a cry resounded in the forest where only he could hear his purpose. Tears running down her cheeks making her breathing increasingly complicated…

pt2?

[nightlight-stardust-and-rain]

But what if Koyuki became a ghost, like, mere hours after her death? She was so very determined to not let her fiancé suffer another awful loss that she just noped out of heaven. She has a wonderful boy to marry and cherish, thank you very much!

Sadly she gets to him after Muzan does. At which point Hakuji is busy being driven insane by the hunger of a newly-born demon. Good thing that there's precisely sixty-seven freshly killed bodies near him!

Point is. Koyuki being with him as soon as he regains his senses (she had the very good idea to stay away from Muzan, he gave her a very bad feeling). Obviously he doesn't remember anything but I think having a living breathing reminder of his past with him would make him remember real fast. So he would still go by Hakuji I think.

Koyuki learns how to make herself solid enough to touch things after a few months or a few years, and Hakuji and her spend a very long time not letting go of each other's hands. Once she is able to touch things, being a ghost becomes much less sad. She can stay with Hakuji forever, there is literally no downside to that!

Koyuki being a ghost is also much less angsty than it sounds because now she's functionally invincible : she can't die of old age, blows and blades go through her, and she can't be poisoned since she can't eat. Really, not being able to eat is the saddest thing about being dead, but she figures that since Hakuji is unable to eat human food now it's only fair that she can't either! The vows say in sickness and in health after all.

Speaking of. They don't actually stay engaged that long. Of course, the wedding of a ghost and a demon sounds like a joke, but once Hakuji masters shapeshifting enough to make himself look human it's not that hard to find a priest who'd marry them (really the hardest part is to convince the priest to hold the ceremony when the sun's down). So they've actually been married for a long time when canon comes in!

Koyuki thinks that Hakuji's pink hair is soooo cute. She's also aware that his hair color and the snowflake of his demon art come from her, and she's super touched. She kind of regrets not being able to change clothes, she'd like to wear things blue like Hakuji's eyes!

Obviously having his memories since almost the beginning means that Hakuji faces a certain dilemna when it comes to eating. Koyuki helps him with finding a solution, and after a while they figure that Hakuji can go the scavenger route - find bodies that have been freshly killed so he doesn't need to kill - or eat horrible people, which is still murder but eh you do what you gotta do.

Koyuki and Hakuji, free from human restrictions, travel the whole country several times over. They don't fear illness or the elements anymore - they can play in the rain or in the snow and climb freezing mountains and neither of them needs to breathe so they can dive into the oceans mingling with the fish for hours. For Koyuki, who's always been so restricted by her frail body, this is nothing short of a dream come true. And she gets to spend eternity with her husband!

Koyuki manages to avoid Muzan's awareness by virtue of being able to be invisible and having no presence to speak of. Hakuji can feel her spirit like he can everyone's, but she has no smell and no mass and she is dead so if she goes invisible no one can know she's here except Hakuji.

Hakuji and Koyuki don't try to break the curse Hakuji is under because they're not aware it can be broken. They don't like Muzan at all but they don't have any other choice.... Of course Hakuji once tried to tell Koyuki that she wasn't bound to his master, so she could leave if she wanted to, but he didn't even get to finish his sentence before getting yelled at. At some point they learn of Tamayo, though, and, well.... It's a very interesting thing to learn.

Also! Koyuki being dead means that she's absolutely sturdy enough to learn Soryuu! I think she would want to learn to honor her father and also because Hakuji finds so much joy in it and she wants to share that with him. She's not much for fighting, and they both try to avoid demon slayers because those guys are just doing their job and they feel bad if Hakuji has to kill one of them (and anyway Hakuji is actually pretty low-key as far as demons go, what with being mostly a scavenger... And they move around a lot so they're pretty untraceable - all in all Hakuji is pretty much never specifically hunted by demon slayers).

They spend much of their time holding hands because even after centuries they're still ridiculously in love, and they may in fact have some separation anxiety (you can't blame them, the last time they were separated ended very badly for both of them).

They go see the fireworks every year and visit Keizo's grave often to tell him about their travels :)

Also! Just thought about this but I remember reading somewhere that Akaza's demon marks were actually related to his thief tattoos in the sense that they were marks of his crimes. But like. Are we talking murdered-67-swordsmen kind of crimes or killed-and-ate-people kind of crimes? Because if it's the latter, then it means that the marks developed over time (weird to think about) but also that in this au he might not have those marks at all since he kills. WAY LESS people than he presumably does in canon. Like he's mostly a scavenger which still falls under "eating humans" but....... Idk the point is that in this au Hakuji might have way less or different demon markings.

[shyfurby]

Yapping about Jolán and Anna

Because them being Nox feels extremely important but slept on especially because the Nox invented the fingerslayer blade

IM WELCOME TO OTHERS INPUT HERE! I'D LOVE TO CHAT THEORIES! I'm just shooting shit at the fan below the cut

Like I'm not committing to anything cause I am still cooking. I'm not even cooking. I'm at the grocery store with the vague concept of a meal in mind but I don't know what to buy yet. I'm trying to bake a cake but I'm in the soda aisle.

So to start they are definitely Nox, monochrome in skin tone, wear and use things with "night" and are stated to be born "deep underground"

The other interesting thing about them is that there were more than just Jolán and Anna at some point in the land of shadow. There was clearly at least one more, hence the corpse in Bonny Gaol but potentially others that were likely there with a purpose.

Their fingerprinted armor is interesting. They all wear this. It doesn't seem specific to them working for Ymir and also is created to keep them in the dark. The only other specific fingerprint things are frenzy related. The fingerprint shield also says "Part of the tomb of an ancient god, the Readerless Fingers relayed their message through these imprints, said to be the very seeds from which frenzy first sprouted"

I'm not connecting them to frenzy but I may be connecting them to this ancient god? Maybe? The Nox had to make the finger slayer blade out of SOME GOD'S DEAD BODY!!!!

I'm going full Pepe Silvia tbh.

So we know the Nox do not like the Greater Will, not even just the Golden Order, they hated the Greater Will before it was cool to do that. They wanted to harm the greater will or one of its vessels so they made the fingerslayer blade from a corpse. The corpse of what? People have drawn the connection between the fingerslayer blades appearance to the sacred relic sword which is also a spine double helix. So it was likely the corpse of one of these vessels. Potentially the aforementioned or one not even important enough to mention

Then they were punished and cast underground, away from the stars that they worshipped and saw their fate in.

From the game "(the Nox) were banished deep underground, forced to live under a false night sky in eternal anticipation of the coming age of stars, and of their Lord of Night"

So on to my actual "why is Jolán a simp?" interpretation. That's why. She and her people have lived waiting for the stars and a Lord of night. I'm convinced she thinks she's found it. With Ymir she can see the stars. She follows him and his wishes because she believes she's found what the Nox are searching for.

Did her and Anna disagree on this? Was Anna still, as Nox originally were, set on killing the vessels of the greater will and finger source (so Metyr?) is that why they were in the land of shadow to begin with?

The interesting thing about them specifically is how their description differs from the armor of the sworhands of night as a whole "Jolán and Anna were born in a cold, dark gaol, where they were raised, deprived of light, to be Swordhands of Night. Thus were they cultivated to become the most terrifying masters of their blades, though the burden of the deed left their hearts frail and pliant."

Is the deed becoming swordhands? So they have weak hearts and are easily manipulated.

For what reason were they in the Gaol? Were they born in Bonny Gaol or in some other random Gaol somewhere else?

Were they born there intentionally to be executioners? How did this happen to these Nox? Presumably they were manipulated into things they did not wish to do there. What state mentally were Jolán and Anna in and how did they get out of that life? Anna being a recusant tarnished hunter may suggest she was/is still doing this job... But for Ymir now? But recusant fingers also mean something very specific in terms of rykard/eiglay/snakes. The other weird thing is we don't get her puppet off of his person like we do Seluvis. Her body seems to still have the puppet interactive item with it, whereas with Seluvis the physical puppet summon and the body are separate items because he's using them. We also can't take Anna's puppet if we interact with her body after killing her but before getting Joláns ash.

Also them being Nox and sisters is interesting as the Nox puppets were sisters who became them willingly, Nox being the only people who did do this intentionally.

I think Anna is probably closer to how she originally was post leaving the Gaol. She may have disagreed with Jolán and Ymir and thus was dealt with, her body now being used to guard the passage to the final finger ruin or there's a reason this is intentional but Jolán not knowing about it makes that unlikely. But it' didn't seem like she thought Anna was dead, also because of how Ymir talks about her in present tense. Its really unfortunate she won't tell us more about how she feels but it seems like she trusts whatever happened was for the best. Again to their hearts being pliable. I think it's nice she's found her stars and her purpose but that doesn't mean I don't think Ymir might also be a master manipulator. Like potentially one of the most efficient manipulators in game if true??? To the point no one has anything bad to say?? Manipulate. Mansplain. Mother. I guess. (But like I'm also an Ymir simp. So, much like Jolán, only his words will do. Sorry for being weak of heart I guess but I don't think I can be convinced he wasn't nice. All evidence points to him being nice he just has goals, idk)

But like to what benefit with Jolán? She's kinda just a knight in his service to the same extent as Taniths Crucible Knight. He's got the marionettes all sorcerers do and might know how to make a puppet? Unclear why he would go to extents to intentionally recruit Jolán.

He talks about her like she recently befell tragedy but also like Anna is alive so Anna isn't the tragedy he's talking about. Is he talking about the knight in Bonny Gaol or is it just the total circumstances of her life?

So anyways that's where I am right now and tbh I don't know where I am at all. I'll go look at Bonny Gaol later and maybe explore nokron and nokstella.

Thanks for any input anyone might have. Or thanks for reading this mess. ✌️💕

[eldritch-spouse]

Hi Mother Pinnie I hope your day/night is going well. How would the clergymen react to their obsessions fainting from seeing their cocks for the first time?

Your ocs make me bark like a dog and keep me warm thinking about them. But thinking of actually being face to face with things like Vinnel's rotting horror goop dick and Morell's cock that looks like it can split a person in two is enough for me to feel very a bit panicky to put it mildly.

May your bagels be forever plain and delicious.

[What do you call this, "cock fright"? "Penis terror"? "Manmeat panic"?]

TW: Noncon.

You faint from the "grand reveal"

Morell just sort of gawks... Well, he's pretty big compared to you, and he likes to think he's packing pretty well, but is it really that big for you? If you were that scared, you could have just told him, you poor little thing. In the end, he fixes you up and takes care of himself, chuckling about your silly reaction. Guess he'll go slower next time.

Gallon assumes your reaction was due to the prehensile nature of his dick. Maybe you're one of those people that's really scared of things that squirm. Which is a shame, because he can't really help that. The slime sighs and scoops you up safely, wondering if your second time seeing it will be as ridiculous as this one was. He can try to shape it differently, but his excitement won't help...

Vinnel snorts. Aw geez, does he scare you that much? It's actually kind of flattering. And hot. Fuck, he can feel himself throb just thinking of forcing you to blow him, while you cry and scream around his cock, afraid that you'll get sick from going down on him. Vinnel wants to see the terror on your face as he pounds you full of his slime and you have no choice but to take the thing you're so frightened of. You'll wake up to his cock inches from your face.

Santi doesn't know how to feel. Maybe he got you too horny? There was definitely arousal when you fainted. This is very odd, even the virgins he's had up until now didn't faint like this, though some would look away from his length. Guess he'll have to try something softer... Next time you two get intimate, he'll make sure you can't see his cock, just feel it. Maybe after you feel how good it is, you'll want an eyeful.

Grimbly just blinks. What... Why??? What's wrong with his cock? What did he do? Is it- Do you not like it?! HUH?! He doesn't understand why you'd react that way at all and he's going to become very insecure about exposing it to you in the future. Catch him examining his dick in front of a mirror, tears in his eyes as he tries to decipher what's so horrifying.

Patches wonders if maybe you thought he'd have no cock. Maybe you assumed it had rotted off a long time ago and the shock of finding out there's actually something between his legs just... Made you faint. That's, well, unexpected. Sure his dick is green and it has some vine-protrusions like the rest of his skin, but other than that it's pretty standard and humanoid. What's wrong with it? Huh.

Sybastian recoils. Woah. That's new. He's pretty huge for a mimic, but he doesn't think he's hung like a fucking horse, there's not need to faint. He tucks himself away and wonders what to do. Maybe you're not ready for his cock yet, he might have to use his tongue for now. Humans are frail little things, physically and mentally, so he's not too sure what to do beyond giving you some time before trying again.

Nebul actually snickers. Oh, you're adorable. Perhaps Master worked you up a little too much. Were you so afraid of disappointing him that your little mind just short-circuited? Hah, oh he enjoys you so very much. Too bad, you'll have to face it, so better get used to it. You'll wake up to Nebul inside you. Not moving, just inside you.

Belo is genuinely terrified. He knew it was too soon! What a fool he was! Look what he did, now you're probably traumatized. You hate him, you hate him because he was filthy and animalistic and it was too much to handle for you. He won't forgive himself so easily. He's a degenerate!! Please forgive him, please please please-

Fank-e freezes. Oh. Oh okay... Maybe he should attach one of the smaller builds. Not that he likes them too much, but maybe something less flashy will sit well with his startled little qt. In the worst case scenario, he can go for a pussy and ditch dicks until you're more comfortable. Fank-e's going to have you search various models with him so you don't faint again, even if it was pretty funny to him.

Krulu gets a massive power rush. Yes, faint at the sight of him. You know how great of an honor his offering is, and your mind broke because of it. Simple creature, your humble nature is flattering, but you have nothing to fear- Only pleasure from now on. Although, if the sight of his malehood is that imposing to you, then you best make it up to him by servicing his cunt.

[theogonies]

poor, unfortunate soul: genshin characters as yandere

characters: diluc, yelan, xiao, sucrose, & childe

word count: 1.8k

content warnings: psychological manipulation, naive reader, implications of physical violence (diluc, xiao, childe), kidnapping/captivity (diluc, childe), stalking (sucrose, xiao), otherwise gn!reader is referred to as onee-chan once (sucrose), ANGST (childe </3), dark content, minors and ageless blogs do not interact

yeah i promised the next one would be fluff but i had to get this out of my system. barbatos forgive me.

DILUC: TREASURED POSSESSION.

If only you knew how much harder this is for him than it is for you. Diluc hates seeing you so angry and upset, as he'll tell you time and time again--preferably while he cradles you against his chest. And, well, if you must cry and fight him and curse his name, it's understandable, really. When he promised that he would remain by your side no matter what, he meant it. Even if that meant you learning to hate him.

He keeps telling himself that someday, you'll grow accustomed to never seeing beyond the walls of Dawn Winery. He's done everything within his power to make your cage a comfortable one: lavish bedding and furniture imported from the world's finest craftsmen, private libraries and supplies to furnish any hobby imaginable, even a sunlit atrium for you to enjoy the splendor of the outside world in safety. He knows that it's hard for you. Any change will inevitably require an adjustment period, but at least you have him standing at your side, loyal as ever, to get you through.

And what else was he supposed to do? No matter how many times he warned you of the dangers that lie outside Mondstadt's walls, you refused to listen, just kept gallivanting about on your adventures as if your life didn't matter to anyone but yourself.

Diluc knows the truth of how frail humans can be, though; so if you're going to keep behaving so stupidly with the precious thing that is your life, it doesn't leave him any other options than to store you away somewhere safe from harm. He knows that it's objectifying to treat you like a painting too valuable to be displayed to public eyes. But what other choice does he have?

He feels guilty for treating you so cruelly, he truly does. But he's also clever. When your stubbornness refuses to fade, when you keep fighting him and struggling to escape, you find that the servants start to disappear, one by one. And that's when you realize that he's using your own loneliness as a cudgel against you, so that when he returns to you in the early hours of morning with blood on his shirt collar and a haunted look in his eyes, when he needs your comfort most of all, you don't have any choice but to give it to him.

In Diluc's eyes, this is just what love is: a union of mutual obligation. And, to his credit, in time you both find this to be true. Because no matter where the walls stand, a home is only safe when you're both in it.

YELAN: DOUBLE AGENT.

If she weren't so perceptive, you may never have found yourself in this mess in the first place. But unlucky for you, Yelan recognized the puppy love crush you'd developed on her for what it was sooner than you did--and, with the sharp instincts of a gambler and the pragmatism of a spy, she took full advantage of the situation.

After all, there isn't much point in mastering the art of manipulation if you don't get to take something for yourself now and then. Yelan plays you like a fiddle, teasing you with little touches and praise only to rebuff your advances the moment you work up the courage to make them. It doesn't take long for you to become her favorite toy: so sweet, so patient, so deliciously naive.

It's not that she's completely cold to your affection; really, she would feel worse about her on-and-off affections, but it's not like you're not also getting something out of the situation. In exchange for your loyalty, Yelan allows you a precious glimpse into the powerful, resilient woman that lies beneath her assuaging public persona. Not many are allowed to be so close to her; fewer still are such consistent targets of her attention, hot and cold as it may be.

In time, you're even able to reveal an entirely new facet of Yelan's personality: her deep, all-abiding sense of jealousy. Never one to go into fits of rage, she still finds herself simmering with resentment every time her toy's interest is caught, however shallowly and briefly, by someone else.

More and more, she finds herself using the same tools that snared your affection in the first place to ensure that it belongs to her and only her; after all, the world is a cold and unforgiving place, isn't it? People can be so dishonest in their intentions, but to you, Yelan will always remain true. You've seen beneath the mask, and isn't it better to be a treasured plaything than that poor, lost puppy she first met?

XIAO: SCARY DOG PRIVILEGES.

There's something almost endearing about Xiao's clumsy affection for you. Such a fearsome man, and yet he can hardly speak to you without a flush in his cheeks. He fetches you crystalflies and glaze lilies to adorn your hair, shows you hot springs tucked between the mountains and stands guard while you bathe, even does your household chores as you sleep. Liyue's Guardian Yaksha lives at your beck and call.

He chases you so innocently that it's easy to forget he's not just the Guardian Yaksha, but the fearsome Dream Eater--and his adoration of you is no less relentless than his pursuit of the demons that haunt the land. And what cause could you ever have to suspect him of foul play? If he vanishes for a suspiciously long period of time, if the next time you see him he's marked with bruises and bloodstains--well, he has his own duties. Patching each others' wounds has been part of your routines for as long as you've known each other.

Come to think of it, it is strange that you've suddenly found yourself able to wander the streets alone late at night without issue; that even in the seediest of taverns, no one seems inclined to bother you. Stranger still is that whenever you think you've made a new friend they seem to ghost you, but then, some people are just unlucky, aren't they?

Besides, you can't complain; not with such a loyal Yaksha at your side, always ready to kiss away your tears with a kind of reverence that would make even gods tremble.

SUCROSE: STALKER CRUSH.

She's had her eyes on you for some time now. Not that you would be able to tell--she's made sure of that. To you, Sucrose is just another one of Mondstadt's townsfolk. Sure, her eyes seem to light up whenever she looks at you, but that's nothing to be concerned about. She's so painfully shy that even if she did have a crush, she would never do anything about it, right?

Unlike the others, Sucrose moves slowly and methodically in her machinations. She watches patiently, following you from the shadows, approaching the people you're close to to ask questions about you. Before long, she knows all your preferences: your dating history, the friends you keep, even your turn ons and turn offs. And once she's collected all the information she could possibly need (and then some), that's when she strikes.

She starts simply: an offer to help develop some new tools for your adventures in exchange for reagents that only a traveler like you would have access to. And, lo and behold, you have far more in common with this shy little alchemist than you ever would've expected. It's like she's always ready to finish your sentences for you, and such a reliable, sensitive friend, too. Despite her busy work life, she's always ready to lend a listening ear to your troubles, often with your favorite flavor of ice cream and one of her snuggly plushies in hand, fully prepared to comfort you.

Little do you know all the work she's done to reach this level of trust with you: the months of preparation just to speak to you for the first time, the long nights spent reading all your favorite books, the pictures of you she keeps pinned to her walls. Little do you know that you're not the reason why all your romantic endeavors seem to keep failing.

It's just that, when Sucrose looks up at you with those big, glassy eyes and calls you her onee-chan, it's so easy to forget that you hardly know a single thing about her.

CHILDE: CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART.

You lost your love a long time ago. Intellectually, you've known that to be true since you were fourteen and found your first heartbreak. But it's still so easy to look in Ajax's eyes and pretend you see the same light in them that you saw before.

It was better when he first came home. At least then, he was content to leave you as you'd always been: just another of Morepesok's villagers, the one person he could trust to keep an eye on his family in his absence. You cared for his siblings, and you wrote him letters, and sometimes, he would come home just long enough for you to pretend that everything was as it always had been.

Sometimes you still wonder what happened: whether something snapped when the boy you loved became a Harbinger, or whether you were just too stupid to see how deeply the Abyss changed him. It's a useless thought exercise, but at least it's something to keep you busy as you wander the halls of Tartaglia's wing in the Fatui headquarters, waiting for his return.

It was easier at first, when he kept you shut away in your bedroom, playacting your doting husband even as you spat on him and cursed his name. He would cajole you with lies and empty promises, that he was the same man he'd always been, that he was forced to kidnap you like this in order to protect you from his enemies. But his taste for spitfires had finally backfired on him, because even as the months passed, you refused to give in, blanketing your fear in hatred.

But Childe is tricky; and while he may have changed, you haven't. He knows exactly what makes you tick, which buttons to press to gain your trust. All it takes is a door left unlocked, your desperation too feverish to question why, and you'll quickly discover that his fellow Harbingers harbor a thousand horrors for every nightmare you've dreamed of the Abyss and every glimpse you've caught of the ruthless killer that lies beneath your lover's pleasant facade. And when those monsters are the only alternatives, at least you still have familiar arms to fall back into.

So you acquiesce, trading your spirit for a semblance of freedom. And in time, you'll learn to believe that even if the Tsaritsa's Childe will never be your Ajax, you can learn to love him just the same.

[lilbagdermole]

Toph's Characterization, ATLA Comics - A Dissertation

Chapter Three - The Rift (Part Three)

Welcome back! So happy to have you here once again to critic and analyze the depressing characterization that Bryke bestowed upon our favorite Earthbending Master throughout the ATLA Comic Series. I recommend you give my other two parts a read before jumping into this one as I go into depth into certain topics and themes that'll be brought up in this Chapter!

Chapter One - The Rift (Part One)

Chapter Two - The Rift (Part Two)

Let's begin! So Issue 3 starts off where we left off in Issue 2 - Toph single-handedly holding up an underground mine with her metalbending - thus protecting Katara, her father, Satoru and multiple mine workers that are stuck underneath the mine with her.

It's a life or death situation with everyone's lives dependent on Toph and it's a race against the clock as their anxiously waiting for Toph's metalbending students to arrive and help out. Unlike the previous Chapter we actually get a small glimpse of concern out of Aang for Toph.

Everybody, give Aang a round of applause for doing the bare minimum. But in all seriousness, I'll take the scraps I can get given Bryke are choosing to continuously portray Aang in a way that makes it seem that he cares solely for Katara's well-being (and, I'll soon get into one of the most infuriating panels related to this topic).

But hey, atleast we got some acknowledgment from Aang.

Moving forward we get Satoru and Toph interacting and to be honest I truthfully do not care for Satoru, but later into the analysis I will briefly dive into their relationship and why I don't care for it. Once Satoru is done lamenting his life to Toph (who is trying to concentrate to protect everyone in the collapsed mine, and it's hilarious that this dude that right then is the moment to retell his entire life story), Lao enters the scene.

Boring... Yawning... Sloppy... LAZY!

This. This is how we're going to resolve Toph and Lao's conflict? THIS?

Remember when I started off my analysis with specifying that Toph's trauma was very poorly handled and used as a means to advance the plot? Yah, this right here is why I stated that very opinion.

In the first part of 'The Rift' we're first introduced to Toph's traumatic circumstances growing up with her controlling and overprotective parents; neglected and isolated from the world. It's a plot point that the original animated series didn't delve into and the prospect of being able to analyze and understand Toph's more vulnerable and frail side was beyond intriguing.

However, as we got further into the central conflict between Aang and Toph it was proven to us that Toph's trauma was not going to be explored further than a means to justify her stance against Aang. She becomes, uncharacteristically, rude, bashful and disrespectful to most (if not all) her friends and the only person she seems to lighten up to is Satoru becomes he represents the The Future - something that she spontaneously advocates for (as she resents anything and everything that represents the Past).

In Chapter Two we get introduced to Lao and I've already covered why I abhorred his depiction and treatment for his daughter - and as I had predicted their conflict was nothing more than to (once again) legitimize Toph's clash with Aang. It's nothing more than horrendous, stereotypical, lazy and worse than fanfiction-level writing that goes against both characters' portrayals in the original show.

And this here proves it. We left off Lao and Toph's conflict with Lao not only verbally harassing his daughter but also denouncing her as his own kin. What he said was harsh, brutal and down-right traumatic things that would (and should) break the trust that Toph held for her parental figure.

To resolve this conflict in a satisfying manner, it'd logically require time and effort to adequately mend their severed relationship. We'd need a few pages of Lao coming to terms and accepting his daughter's independence and personality, see him struggling between the idealized version of Toph he's always wanted to enforce and his desire to not lose his daughter again (and permanently). Seeing remorse, regret and genuine guilt from Lao is crucial to make his redemption believable.

And yet, here, Lao is incapable of muttering a simple apology (it's hinted at, but he never get the words out). He begins to spill the beans on his supposed divorce with Poppy - and remember Toph needs to be firm and concentrated to focus on the metal that is near crushing them to death and this could potentially be quite ground-breaking and emotional news (what I'm getting is Toph is unironically every character's physiologist with the way they trauma dump on her) - and sobs about the hardships he's faced since Toph has left. He says he loves Toph and that's it. Previous conflict? Resolved! Disgusting insults and treatment? Forgiven!

Why does the resolution to this arc infuriate me so much?

We never see Lao feel remorseful (or at the very least apologetic) for his words and actions;

We never get a panel where we see Lao comprehend and understand why his daughter did what she did when she was twelve; And on that note - we never see him acknowledge her as a Master (something he had once aspired for her to become but thought impossible due to her disability) nor do we see him show an ounce of pride for his own kin despite all her insane accomplishments;

We never get a panel where we see Toph express her own feelings or her perspective on his behavior and how it affected her - she's been reduced to a badass with quick jests, not allowed to be emotional;

We don't get a conclusive and satisfying resolution - it's rushed and lazy so we can conclude the comic without leaving any open strings - but that only resulted in diminishing Toph's pain and trauma as well as regressing her character growth;

It's infuriating because a lot of children go through this type of environment throughout their childhood - and it'd be so much more impactful for such a strong character to break down her barriers and express how her suffocating that type of upbringing damaged her and affected her, how she grew from it and overcame her difficulties; there was also missed potential to show Lao grow and not be immediately forgiven for plot's sake - realistically, children aren't immediately forgiving and given what Lao said and did, he didn't deserve to be forgiven so quickly.

I can go on with my disappointment but this part is long enough.

So, Toph's students arrive and extract the metal that was collapsing the mine and everyone is rescued - Toph falls unconscious from the exertion she had just put her body through to save everyone from being crushed to death...

And you'd think people would care right? Maybe be grateful to her??

Give me a moment whilst I go scream into the void.

Not a single person besides her students and father care about the fact that Toph is unconscious. Not a single person is thinking about checking on the person who has been single-handedly holding up an unfathomable amount of weight with her bare hands for a prolongated period and saved countless people in the process? No one... not even her best friends. Best friends mind you that are too preoccupied with their own affection to pay a single thought for Toph.

Remember what I said earlier that I was about to go off on a particularly aggravating panel, it's this one. Because I cannot fathom, in any universe, in any circumstances, where Katara wouldn't immediately jump to Toph's aid and help her out (and would rather cuddle up and kiss her boyfriend instead of helping the injured people). I cannot fathom, in any universe, in any circumstances, where Sokka, the proclaimed leader of group, the man who put his own life on the line for Toph's own well-being during Sozin's Comet, being this nonchalant about his friend bein passed out, possibly dehydrated and hurt.

I would say I wouldn't expect this behavior from Aang, but, this comic has done nothing but showcase that Aang's mind is centered around Katara and his air acolytes with no room for his Earthbending Master and best friend. We had a small glimpse of hope at the start of the chapter only for it to be crumbled and shattered with this moment.

I don't even know what to say anymore, I'm just- I understand that Bryke need to feed us the Kata@ng agenda (because for some reason, despite it being canon, they shove down our throats almost every issue of every chapter, to make sure we know that they love eachother) I get it I do, but at what cost. You just made the majority of the cast seem selfish and inconsiderate.

Let's progress before I start seeing red. Aang needs to go destroy the Refinery and Toph wakes up - Lao asks for her help to stop the Avatar as the Refinery is his future (and apparently the future of the nations) and you know our girl is all about the future now, and so off she goes to stop Aang.

I mean- If they had developed the Lao and Toph arc with any depth or any sort of care for these characters (or at least Toph) so that this moment felt earnt in any way, shape or form, I would understand the emotional impact that would come along with Lao asking for Toph's assistance and calling her the Greatest Earthbender of All Time. But, there was no development, no growth, no struggles, no understanding, no nothing - it was water downed drama for the sake of drama. And emotional moments like these just don't provoke anything in me, other than pure, unadulterated rage because of the lack of care and attention Toph receives (in her own comic, mind you).

And we've reached the big conflict between our main protagonists:

I can't completely say I despise the idea of Toph and Aang having disagreements and opposing opinions - it's only natural due to their elements being one-another's opposite and their differing personalities. It's one of the reasons why I adore their platonic (and romantic) relationship - because they have a push and pull connection, harmonic and balanced; neither is afraid of speaking their truth at the cost of hurting the other (unlike a certain canon couple); Aang is Aang in Toph's perspective, not the Avatar, not the child who stopped the one-hundred year war, nor the master airbender. He is just Aang. Her equal. And similarly, Aang sees Toph, not for her disability or her smaller appearance, Toph is Toph. His equal.

Push and pull.

Air and Earth.

Aang and Toph.

I would have loved to see an actually interesting conflict between the two and not this nonsensical garbage. Mostly because this whole debate of The Past vs. The Future is something that came out of nowhere and it's an odd set-up for either of these characters because:

While Aang does have a need to carry out his traditions, culture and, consequentially bring his past into the future, so he can restore and preserve the Air Nomad culture. It never came at the cost of the future - we saw this in Episode "The Northern Air Temple" where he learns to accept that life evolves and we'll have to conform to his history evolving alongside it; The very concept of Yu Dao is reflective of Aang's desire and dream of uniting the four nations, progression and evolution, the future.

Toph, on the other hand, never eluded her rancor towards her past. And, her contrived favor for the future stemmed from her parental issues that were poorly explored and thus, we don't really get a logical nor believable understanding of Toph's stance. It's forced and doesn't suit her nature as well as it ends up harming her growth and character.

So now Aang remembers their friends?

If this were the first time I consumed any 'Avatar: The Last Airbender' media and 'The Rift' trilogy was my first introduction to their friendship - I would have honestly doubted they were close at all. I mean throughout the three issues what we get from them is: unresolved discord; Aang continuously ignoring her feelings and moody disposition whilst more interested in his Air Acolytes and girlfriend; Aang defending a Rough Rhino that had just tried to slash Toph and scold her for protecting herself; Aang ignoring her very existence when she had just passed out unconscious... etc.

Yah, Bryke, you really nailed their friendship.

If you can't tell that's sarcasm, it is. Because this doesn't come close to touching the deep connection between these two - one built from mutual respect and trust; A bond so strong that Aang guaranteed Toph that it would transcend lifetimes - a prospect that gave Toph a certain relief and comfort. They trusted one another with their lives, fought together and understood each other without speaking a single word. They balanced one another - Aang learnt to become stronger, self-assured and resilient whilst Toph learnt to trust and depend on others. Fate brought them together - Toph was what Aang needed and Aang was what Toph needed.

Aang represented freedom. Toph represented security and strength.

Push and pull.

Air and Earth.

Aang and Toph.

Anyway, things do start to get much better in the final of the trilogy, starting off with these panels:

FINALLY SOME GOOD CHARACTERIZATION!

IT ONLY TOOK THREE ISSUES BUT WE FINALLY GET SOME DECENT CHARACTERIZATION!

AND AANG PROTECTS TOPH? PUTS HIS OWN MORALS ON THE LINE TO PROTECT HER???

YES!!!!!

A round of applause for Bryke - they failed 90% of their characterization but they outdid themselves with the remaining 10%! It's like what I said earlier - Toph and Aang are capable of putting their squabbles and altercations aside because, at the end of the day, their friendship is far too important to one another. They can fight, scream, shout, lose themselves in battle but when time need be, they always protect one another, they always have each other's back.

Push and pull.

Air and Earth.

Aang and Toph.

I'll just leave this page here. I want to glue this page into my brain and just think that this was the entire comic - just Taang hugging it out with the sunshine illuminating them, watching over the sea because they are in love and live happily ever after together. That is the plot of 'The Rift' from now on.

Before I end - I would like to briefly touch on Toph and Satoru's relationship and why I genuinely dislike them as potential love interests.

It starts by the obvious. Their is an inequality in their feelings for one another. On one hand, we can ponder whether Toph grew to view Satoru romantically (though, in this comic it was never eluded to on her end - it was, again, very forcibly introduced with her lying for him but then never mentioned and we never got many romantic coded scenes between). On the other hand, Satoru seems to worship the very ground that Toph walks on - he adores her, confides his past with her and obviously has very intense emotions regarding Toph. It's imbalanced and I just don't see the appeal.

One of the central themes of ATLA is balance and harmony, the push and pull - it's one of the reasons why Zutara (and Taang) would have been narratively more cohesive with the themes present in the show than the canon couples (with the exception of Sukka), because both these ships have an unspoken equilibrium and respect that isn't present in the aforementioned canon couples.

Another note is, I don't really understand the point of Satoru's character in this comic. He really didn't have that much to work it and his personality lacked nuances, humanity. It was very animated and boring. He didn't play off of Toph's playfulness, their dialogue was odd (cringey at times), they had no chemistry, it was very one-sided with Satoru confiding his past and hardships whilst he never once got any fragility from Toph.

It also felt as though they shoe-horned him into the comic just so people would get off their backs about Lin and Suyin's biological father - with Kanto being the confirmed father to Lin, they potentially wanted to introduce Satoru so we, as the fans, could speculate that Suyin's was his daughter. It's just a thought - but it is interesting that they made Satoru share similar physical traits with Suyin (such as: hair texture and skin tone).

And thus, I conclude the analysis of 'The Rift' what an infuriating journey this one was. I hope you enjoyed, the next comic I'll dissect will possibly be 'North and South' as Toph does play a big role in that comic (and I remember also not being too overjoyed with her characterization there).

Until next time, take care and please let me know what you thought of this analysis!!