#crush suggestions | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

demaparbat-hp · 2 months ago

Note

For your Dandadan AU. Are we in a "Modern Setting" (e.i. No bending)? Or you are having their "supernatural powers" be homages to their bending powers?

Something tells me that Aang is going to get the Jiji role. Only Aang to be that goofy, and do the thing that will happen in Season 2.

Are you also having Kanna as the stand-in for Seiko?

Hi, and thanks for asking!

I'll be leaving this over here and the rest of the lore under the cut.

The Dandadan AU takes place in a modern setting, much like the anime/manga does. There are legends about people who could control the elements in ancient times, but those are just tales—humans can't bend.

Spirits and Yokai, however, are a different story.

Each character's supernatural abilities reflect their original bending prowess! Zuko is a bit of an exception, since I'm leaning towards the shadow and stealth aspect of the Blue Spirit. Fire is still there, just in a different form.

Katara has natural bloodbending powers which the Painted Lady enhances. Whenever Katara taps into the yokai's curse on her, she becomes able to control water as well. Azula (in Aira's role!) will get lightning, illusion, and deception powers from a Kemurikage yokai.

Seiko's role gets passed on to Hama and Iroh. They're both part of the White Lotus, a society of mediums and yokai hunters from all nations.

Hama is Katara's Gran Gran, a stern and rather intense old woman who has made several deals with the Gods of the Land. She delivers corrupted souls to them in exchange for strength, protection, and an emergency tap into the bloodbending powers that she wouldn't be able to harness otherwise.

Meanwhile, Iroh becomes spiritually enlightened after his son's death. He's a beacon for corrupted spirits and bloodthirsty yokai—mostly because of his unnatural ability to rehabilitate said beings. The Painted Lady is one such yokai, and isn't it ironic that Iroh's own nephew is now one of his patients?

Hama sends most of the yokai she hunts down to Iroh due to his ability for dealing with them. If Iroh can't help a yokai move on peacefully, she finishes the job. Not because he can't do it, but Hama is the one who does what she considers to be "the fucking bulk of the iceberg" and Iroh can't take all the credit for it, damn it.

As for Aang...

The Avatar State is terrifying, which makes it the perfect stand in for the thing. Aang has such an outstanding amount of spiritual energy that he's a beacon for all spirits and yokai out there. Which...isn't good. Especially when one of the most ancient and powerful spirits out there wants to possess him.

Which leads us to the Avatar State.

I made the choice to remove his power over the four elements to focus instead on something much more interesting and fitting for this AU: energybending.

The Avatar is able to manipulate all vital and spiritual energy around him, as well as give or take everyone else's powers at will. This makes him pretty much the most dangerous being to ever exist, since he can make everyone powerless by simply willing it so.

As for the Avatar's motivation? He's a protective yet ruthless spirit that has laid dormant for thousands of years, but a certain event woke him up to a world in disarray. His purpose has always been to keep balance in the world, but the concept itself of balance can be easily corrupted.

The Avatar comes from a world that doesn't exist anymore—a far better place that he wishes to recreate and bring to life once more. Even if he must destroy this version of earth to birth it anew.

#dema answers #atla #avatar the last airbender #atla fanart #atla art #dandadan #dandadan au #dan da dan #aang art #aang fanart #atla aang #avatar aang #aang #evil eye #the gaang #Dandadan AU lore #atla iroh #uncle iroh #atla hama #Sorry for Aang's face I just had to draw The Thing #In all honesty I think Sokka would be the one to pull most of Jiji's faces #I mean Aang is an upbeat energetic popular kind-of-annoying-sometimes-(especially-if-you-ask-Zuko) sunshine of a boy much like Jiji is.#But the faces? Those scream Extreme Sokkaism #About Sokka tho #I'm still figuring out his role in all this. As well as Toph’s and Suki's and some other characters.#I'm placing Azula in Aira's role (except for the crush obviously) because I think the antagonism and mommy issues work perfectly with Lala.#I'm thinking Mai as Rin Sawaki. She's got the vibes and the potential and—hey! —the crush too!!!#Come to think of it Aang as Vamola had potential but c'mon Jiji was right there. Perhaps Ty Lee? Hmm #What about the rest of the characters? Toph as Zuma? Suki as...Suki? What do you think?#I'd love to hear your thoughts and ideas! Any suggestion is highly appreciated.

335 notes · View notes

gpcwsl · 2 months ago

Note

Leah x Alessia please! could be when alessia moved to arsenal and moves in with leah. become best friends/roommates and then falls in love!

Alessia Russo x Leah Williamson

Undeniable

WC: 2.1k+

MasterList

Warnings: kissing, making out, suggestive.

I am not shipping theses two in anyway. This is a fan fiction. This is fake. To be honest, I felt a little weary writing this.

Song: Cherry - harry styles

Alessia Russo had always known that change was inevitable in football. It was part of the job—new teams, new cities, new teammates. But this move felt different. Leaving Manchester United had been bittersweet, but Arsenal offered her something she couldn’t ignore: a chance to grow, to push herself further, to be part of something special. And, perhaps most importantly, she wasn’t doing it alone.

Leah Williamson had immediately offered her a place to stay until she found her own. “No point in wasting money on a hotel,” she’d said casually over the phone. “Besides, we’ll have a laugh.”

And she was right. From the moment Alessia had walked through Leah’s front door, it had felt right. Like home.

Meeting the Team

Alessia had expected some nerves on her first day at Arsenal, but they faded the second she stepped into the training ground.

Jonas Eidevall had barely finished introducing her before Katie McCabe strode up, a teasing grin on her face. “Welcome to the dark side, Russo.” She pulled her into a half-hug, clapping her on the back. “Been waiting for you to see sense.”

Caitlin Foord was next, offering a warm smile and a fist bump. “You’ll love it here. Just be ready for Katie’s chaos.”

“I resent that,” Katie shot back, but the sparkle in her eyes suggested otherwise.

The rest of the team was just as welcoming. Frida Maanum looped an arm around Alessia’s shoulders like they’d been teammates for years. “Finally, someone to help us score more screamers,” she joked.

Beth Mead, recovering from injury but still very much the heart of the team, gave her a knowing smirk. “Leah’s been talking you up, by the way. Said you’d fit in easy.”

Alessia glanced at Leah, who just shrugged, a small smile playing at her lips.

And it turned out, Leah was right.

Living with Leah was effortless. They trained together, cooked together (or attempted to, in Alessia’s case), and spent their evenings either watching matches or arguing over which show to binge. Leah knew exactly how to make her laugh, how to take the edge off when the pressure of a new club threatened to settle on her shoulders.

It was impossible not to feel close to her.

Then came the realisation.

The living room was a mess. Empty pizza boxes sat haphazardly on the table, a couple of half-finished slices abandoned on grease-stained plates. Two glasses of Coke rested on the floor beside the couch, condensation dripping down the sides. The TV was playing some film neither of them had really been watching, its glow flickering across the dimly lit room.

Alessia let out a small shiver. She hadn’t noticed how cold it had gotten until now.

Leah noticed immediately. She didn’t hesitate—just reached out and wrapped an arm around Alessia’s shoulders, pulling her in. “Come here,” she murmured, voice low and familiar.

Alessia didn’t resist. She leaned into her without thinking, settling against Leah’s side, her head resting just below her collarbone.

And that’s when it hit them.

For Leah, it was the way Alessia fit against her, the way she naturally sought her warmth. The way her blonde hair fell over her shoulder, the soft scent of shampoo and something inherently Alessia curling around her senses. The way her breath was steady, content, like this was exactly where she was meant to be.

For Alessia, it was the strength in Leah’s arms, the way they held her without question. The way her heartbeat was calm and steady beneath her cheek. The way Leah made her feel safe. Wanted. The way she just felt right.

Neither of them said anything.

They didn’t need to.

Because in that moment, with the world quiet around them, they both knew. They were falling. And there was no stopping it now.

The movie had long since ended, but neither of them had moved.

Alessia was still wrapped up against Leah, her body curled into the warmth beside her. At some point, Leah had pulled a blanket over them, the soft fabric draped across their legs, trapping in the heat. The only sounds in the room were the quiet hum of the TV, now playing the looping menu screen, and their steady breathing in the low-lit space.

Leah felt like she was floating.

She’d stopped pretending hours ago—pretending that this was just friendship, that the way her chest ached in the best way when Alessia sighed against her was normal, that the warmth spreading through her ribs wasn’t something more. No, she wasn’t denying it anymore. She was falling. Completely.

She nudged Alessia gently, her voice hushed in the stillness. “Come on, Less. Let’s head to bed.”

A sleepy mumble. “Mmm… my legs are broken.”

Leah huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “Are they now?”

“Mhm.” Alessia burrowed closer. “You need to carry me.”

Leah bit down on the inside of her cheek, trying to steady the sudden thrum in her chest. She’s going to be the death of me.

Alessia had no idea what she was doing to her. Or maybe she did. Maybe she felt it too—the weight of whatever was settling between them, the way it pressed into the space where there had only been friendship before.

Still, Leah didn’t argue.

With careful movements, she shifted, looping one arm under Alessia’s legs, the other around her back. She lifted her effortlessly, feeling the way Alessia melted into her touch, arms draping lazily around her neck.

Leah swallowed, forcing herself to focus as she carried her up the stairs. The house was quiet, dark except for the faint golden glow of the hallway light. The warmth of Alessia in her arms, the slow rise and fall of her breath against Leah’s shoulder—it was intoxicating.

She stepped into Alessia’s bedroom, the sheets slightly messy from where they’d hastily thrown things together when she moved in. Gently, Leah placed her down, the mattress dipping beneath her weight.

Alessia exhaled a soft sound of contentment as Leah tucked the blanket around her, the warmth settling in immediately. Leah went to step away, but before she could turn, a hand wrapped around her wrist.

Leah froze.

Alessia’s fingers were soft against her skin, hesitant but sure. She didn’t say anything at first—just held on, her touch lingering, tethering Leah in place.

Then, quietly, hopefully—

“Stay?”

Leah felt her breath catch.

It wasn’t just about warmth. It wasn’t just about company.

It was about her. About them.

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she looked down at Alessia, meeting tired blue eyes that held something deeper, something unspoken but undeniably there.

Leah didn’t answer with words. She didn’t need to. Instead, she exhaled slowly, slipped beneath the covers, and let Alessia curl into her once more.

This time, she held her a little tighter.

This time, she let herself fall.

The next day passed in a blur.

Leah had spent training trying—and failing—to keep herself together. It wasn’t easy when Alessia was everywhere. Laughing with the team, scoring goal after goal in small-sided drills, playfully shoving Leah when she beat her in a rondo.

And every time their eyes met, something stirred.

Something Leah couldn’t ignore anymore.

She knew she was gone. Completely, helplessly gone. And if she wasn’t wrong—if the way Alessia lingered just a little too long, touched her just a little too often, looked at her like she was something worth falling for—then Alessia felt it too.

Leah just needed to be brave.

The changing room had emptied out slowly, the team trickling out one by one. Eventually, it was just them—Leah and Alessia, alone in the quiet hum of fluorescent lights and distant chatter from the corridor.

Alessia sat on the bench, tying her shoelaces with slow, deliberate movements. Leah stood a few feet away, pretending to rummage through her locker, pretending she wasn’t absolutely buzzing with everything she needed to say.

Now or never.

She turned, leaning against the row of lockers. “Less.”

Alessia looked up, tucking a strand of damp blonde hair behind her ear. “Yeah?”

Leah’s throat felt dry, but she forced the words out. “I can’t do this anymore.”

A small frown creased Alessia’s forehead. “Do what?”

Leah exhaled sharply, pushing off the locker and stepping closer. “Pretend. Act like this is nothing. Like I don’t feel something every time you look at me. Like last night wasn’t—” She broke off, running a hand through her hair. “Like I didn’t want to kiss you the second you asked me to stay.”

The silence stretched.

Then, quietly—almost dangerously—Alessia asked, “Then why didn’t you?”

Leah’s breath hitched.

She held Alessia’s gaze, searching, waiting, pleading for something—anything—that told her she wasn’t about to ruin everything.

And then, Alessia smirked. Just a little. Just enough.

That was all Leah needed.

She moved before she could overthink it—one step, then another, until she was right there, standing between Alessia’s knees.

Alessia tilted her chin up, blue eyes burning into Leah’s, waiting.

Leah reached out, fingers grazing over Alessia’s jaw, tracing lightly, teasingly, before she finally, finally closed the distance.

The first touch was tentative—soft, testing—but Alessia didn’t hesitate. She leaned into it, pressing forward, her hands finding Leah’s waist, pulling her in.

Then it shifted.

Leah deepened the kiss, tilting her head, fingers sliding into damp hair, gripping just enough. Alessia made a small noise against her lips, and Leah felt it everywhere.

Her heart was racing.

Alessia’s hands tightened, tugging her closer, nails scraping lightly against Leah’s skin where her shirt had ridden up. It sent a sharp thrill down Leah’s spine, heat curling in her stomach.

She was done for.

Eventually—reluctantly—they pulled back, breathless, foreheads resting together.

Alessia was grinning. “Took you long enough.”

Leah let out a breathless laugh, nudging their noses together. “Shut up.”

Alessia just hummed, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against Leah’s waist. “You’re not getting rid of me now, you know.”

Leah smiled, letting her hands rest at the base of Alessia’s neck, thumbs brushing over soft skin.

“I’m counting on it.”

Their first date wasn’t anything extravagant. No fancy restaurant, no grand gestures—just them, walking through the quiet streets of London, wrapped in the kind of warmth that had nothing to do with the cool night air.

Leah had insisted on taking Alessia to a small, tucked-away café she loved, one that stayed open late and had the best desserts. They’d shared a plate of warm brownies, teasing each other over who got the bigger bite. Alessia had spent half the time laughing, and Leah had spent all of it falling even harder.

And now, as they walked back home, hands brushing, shoulders bumping, Leah couldn’t stop staring.

Alessia looked stupidly good under the glow of the streetlights—blonde hair slightly tousled from the breeze, a soft flush on her cheeks, lips curved into a small smile.

Leah had been patient. She really had. But patience wasn’t exactly her strongest trait.

They reached the front door, and before Alessia could step inside, Leah caught her wrist, gently pulling her back.

Alessia turned, eyebrow raised, but before she could say anything, Leah leaned in.

The kiss started soft—slow and deliberate, like they had all the time in the world. Leah let her fingers trail along Alessia’s jaw, then slide into her hair, tilting her head just right.

Alessia made a quiet sound against her lips, one that sent a fire straight through Leah’s veins.

She pressed closer, deepening the kiss, teasing her tongue against Alessia’s bottom lip, pulling her in. Alessia melted, hands gripping Leah’s hips, nails grazing against skin where her shirt had lifted.

Leah groaned softly, pressing Alessia back against the door. Her lips moved to her jaw, then lower, grazing along the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. She felt Alessia shiver.

“Less,” Leah whispered, voice rough, breath warm against her skin.

Alessia hummed, tilting her head, giving Leah more access.

Leah smirked against her skin, pressing another slow, open-mouthed kiss to her neck before pulling back just enough to meet her gaze.

“Be my girlfriend.”

It wasn’t a question—it was a promise, a claim, a need.

Alessia let out a breathless laugh, running her fingers through Leah’s hair, tugging lightly. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Leah grinned, stealing another kiss.

Alessia gasped as Leah’s hands slid under the hem of her shirt, teasing fingers skimming over warm skin.

Leah smirked, her voice dropping lower. “You looked so hot tonight, Less.” She kissed her again, slow and teasing, letting her lips linger. “And I really wanna do stuff to you.”

Alessia exhaled shakily, fingers tightening in Leah’s hair. “Then stop talking.”

Leah didn’t need to be told twice.

She kissed her again, harder this time, pressing Alessia firmly against the door, hands roaming, breath mingling.

And as they stumbled inside, lips never breaking apart, Leah knew—

This was everything she’d ever wanted.

155 notes · View notes