#desna x you

[fl3shm4id3n]

I kinda want to do an arranged marriage fic with Desna from Legends of Korra

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fixing tags, pls look away.

[floatyflowers]

Dark Platonic Father! Zuko x Non-bender Reader

Unlike your older half sister, Izumi, you were born a non-bender.

At first, Zuko thought you were a late bloomer in fire bending just like him when he was young but it turned out that you actually can't bend.

Zuko is actually happy about it, because his overprotective and possessive attitude will be seen as valid.

Your mother died when you were a baby, so Zuko always tried to fill up that role.

When the firelord is not around, his guards and spies watch over you in case anything happens.

Your time and attention has to be always on him whenever he is around you.

If it is on anyone other than family, Zuko will make sure that this person who 'stole' your attention suffers.

Fun fact, his friends have never met you, they only heard about you from your father.

As you grow into a young teen, Zuko makes sure that you are dressed in proper clothes, and no make up is allowed.

One time, a rumor spread through the palace that you aren't the firelord's biological daughter.

Zuko made sure that such a rumor doesn't ever spread again by using his firebending in torturing.

If someone approaches him for your hand in marriage they will face trials of hard tasks.

Those tasks usually result in that person's death.

Zuko thought he could protect you from everything.

At the age of nineteen, your chambers burned down, and your body was completely deformed.

However, you two met again when you were helping Avatar Korra.

"(Y/n)...you are alive"

Turns out, you wanted freedom from your father's clutches, and decided to fake your death.

You ended up getting married to Unalaq and had twins with him, Desna and Eska.

"The firelord is our creepy grandfather that mother spoke about?"

"Gross"

[reticent-writer]

"Can I ask for a Desna X reader who dresses gothic and desna doesn't really show a lot of physical intimacy so there cuddling and he stars to like the thought of being hug and touch " @sage101

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starting off he loves your sense of style. No matter what you wear he loves you in it

the gothic look just fits him. I cannot see him or his sister in lightly colored outfits even for occasions like a weddings

Unlike Esca he isn't outward with his emotions. instead its subtle signs that tell you he loves you

with that being said PDA is a no, cuddling, kissing, hugging, etc would make him flustered (its adorable)

#1 cuddling

You were lying on your bed after a long day when Desna came in. He looked absolutely drained.

"Are you alright Des? you look dead." You sat up propping yourself on your arms as he deadpanned at you.

"Wow thanks, I feel so loved."

You laughed at this and raised you blanket for him. He lit up like a christmas tree.

He couldn't look at you as he crawled under the blanket facing away from you.

#2 kissing

He doesn't kiss you in public. No debating on that.

But behind closed doors it more "frequent".

Like today you and Desna were sitting the couch. You were resting on his shoulder as you both read the same book.

"Can we pause, I have to use the bathroom."

He nodded placing the book upside down while keeping the page.

You smiled and kissed him on his cheek as you got up and ran to the bathroom.

"Don't surprise me like that!" He shouted at you, like you knew he would.

#3 hugging

This is the one thing that might happen in public.

You surprised him. He accepted it.

You're not a fighter, though you are a bender (any element). So needless to say you had no idea what was happening with his father but best believe when you heard you took the fastest (mode of transport) to get to him.

Once you saw him you practically tackled him.

"I heard what happened. Are you alright." You held his face and checked him all over.

He would've been surprised if the situation was so serious. He grabbed your hands and looked directly in your eyes.

"im fine."

#4 etc

I think we all know what 'etc' means in this case( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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I'm sorry it took so long

[dujour13]

(9) people you'd like to get to know better

tagged by @gutterspeak @arendaes and @undyingembers thank you!! 🥰🥰🥰

no pressure tagging @goddevouringserpent, @desnas, @herequeerexitentialfear, @cassynite, @likeyua, @generalgrievoussummerbod, @baneschosen, @forestdragoncat, @starlightcleric

three ships: my Lark & Crow Siavash x Woljif ofc, but there’s also a universe with Siavash x @dmagedgoods' Eneas that's been on my mind. 3rd is my new KC Siraj x Sosiel.

last song: Anhedonia – Chelsea Wolfe/Emma Ruth Rundle

last film: Napoleon

currently reading: The Midnight Library by Matt Haig. Probably not a good idea to be picking this up at the moment from what I hear but I'm told it's worth it.

currently craving: a flaky buttery croissant

[milk-crafting]

For Aldis and Ulbrig: ♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

Combining this with @cassynite's ask!

Words: 536 Pairing: Knight Commander Aldis x Ulbrig Olesk CW: None!

“You’re dozing off little witch,” Ulbrig hums, rough fingers slipping through Aldis’s hair with a charming delicacy that the casual observer would find out of place coming from a man of his size and strength.

“Mm?” Aldis responds drowsily, blinking up at him.  

They’re on the thick, plush rug on the floor of their home in Gundrun, a fire crackling in the hearth, the smell of the stew Ulbrig had made permeating the air along with the smell of the bread that Aldis had tried to bake.  The slightly older human grins down at her, smile warm and inviting, almost like he wants Aldis to fall asleep again.  She shifts, pushing a pillow out from beneath her shoulder, raising her head up off of Ulbrig’s lap.

“You fell asleep,” he repeats, releasing his light hold on her hair.  He lowers his hand, caressing her cheek then coming to rest on her chin, tilting her head up so that their eyes meet.  “You were talking.”

“Oh Desna, no,” Aldis breathes out quickly, sitting bolt upright.  “You’re kidding, what did I say?”

“You were complaining, mostly,” the bear of a man laughs (or would he be a griffon of a man, Aldis wonders).  “You’re cold.  I wanted to get you a blanket, but I couldn’t stand the thought of waking you.  Until now, I mean,” he adds almost apologetically–almost.

“Oh? Had a change of heart then?”

“I can’t let you get too much beauty sleep darling, you’re bewitching enough without it.”

Aldis smiles, leans in and tilts her head up, presses her lips to Ulbrig’s lightly, briefly.  A soft laugh rises in his chest as he pulls her into his arms, moving her so that her smaller body rests neatly on his lap.  He leans in as well, kissing her forehead–the closest part of her face to him.  Aldis breathes a soft ‘mm’ before leaning in again and resting her head on his chest.  The steady thump of his heart beneath his chest (soft and warm and firm all at once) comforts her, draws her in closer to his warmth, his comfort.

Ulbrig squeezes her lightly in his arms.  It’s such a small action, but it’s one that Aldis has grown to love.  Not quite a hug, mostly just a tension in his body when he holds her like this, but not so dissimilar either.  Aldis relaxes, her own body losing any tension she’d been inadvertently holding, as Ulbrig lifts her into his arms and stands, carrying her to their bed.  He tucks a feather into her hair (and where had he gotten that, she wonders, she’s usually on top of keeping feathers out of the house for him), and rests a hand on her shoulder for a moment.

“Rest.  You could stand to be less of a pesky little oglin about it though,” he murmurs slyly, pulling their blanket up over her–which she proceeds to greedily tuck around her, cocooning herself in the burgundy wool.

“But I enjoy being a pesky little oglin about everything,” she pouts back playfully.

“Well complain less then,” he laughs back.  “I’m going to clean up, I’ll join you soon,” he promises.  

Aldis is asleep again before he can fulfill that promise.

[orangepanic]

Koh the face stealer/Ming-Hua

Zaheer/Kuvira

Mako/Eska

Wing&Wei/Eska&Desna

P’Li/Kuvira

Korra/Mako/Kuvira

^_^

YES great ships!!

Koh the face stealer/Ming-Hua

Squick / Just nope / A trainwreck you can’t look away from / Mehh but they are bloody everywhere / Not interested but no negative feelings / I need to see how I could make it work / BroTP / Cute / I love them / They rented a room in my mind and are here to stay

Maybe a woman with no arms is the only one who can understand a spirit with no face? That's so dark, I love it.

Zaheer/Kuvira

Squick / Just nope / A trainwreck you can’t look away from / Mehh but they are bloody everywhere / Not interested but no negative feelings / I need to see how I could make it work / BroTP / Cute / I love them / They rented a room in my mind and are here to stay

Anarchist meets dictator... I admit, I'm not seeing how they don't murder each other in their sleep. But there's a glimmer in there about a pre-canon guard x prisoner AU where maybe they both aren't so set in their ways but instead are looking to reform a system they know is broken. That could be angsty AF.

Mako/Eska

Squick / Just nope / A trainwreck you can’t look away from / Mehh but they are bloody everywhere / Not interested but no negative feelings / I need to see how I could make it work / BroTP / Cute / I love them / They rented a room in my mind and are here to stay

This is somehow both "absolutely not" and "tell me more!" I think there's a big part of Mako that wants a strong woman who will tell him what to do. Korra and Asami both have some of those qualities. But Eska goes way too far, and I think he'd balk at someone who was full-on controlling. Eska, for her part, won't suffer someone who isn't a doormat. I think they'd explode. But I'd watch it happen.

Wing&Wei/Eska&Desna

Squick / Just nope / A trainwreck you can’t look away from / Mehh but they are bloody everywhere / Not interested but no negative feelings / I need to see how I could make it work / BroTP / Cute / I love them / They rented a room in my mind and are here to stay

So I have to split this up. Wei and Desna, no. I headcanon Desna as ace and I think Wei would want lots of sex. Wing and Eska, however, OMG. Yes. Love them. If you could bottle ambition it would be this couple. Wing is just pliable enough that he'd meet Eska's standards and Eska would understand Wing's desire to be more than just part of a pair in a large family.

P’Li/Kuvira

Squick / Just nope / A trainwreck you can’t look away from / Mehh but they are bloody everywhere / Not interested but no negative feelings / I need to see how I could make it work / BroTP / Cute / I love them / They rented a room in my mind and are here to stay

So. Interesting. Yes, please. Unlike Zaheer, I don't think P'Li was as much of a true believer in the whole anarchy thing so much as someone who wanted to blow up a system that treated her like shit. I think Kuvira could get behind that.

Korra/Mako/Kuvira

Squick / Just nope / A trainwreck you can’t look away from / Mehh but they are bloody everywhere / Not interested but no negative feelings / I need to see how I could make it work / BroTP / Cute / I love them / They rented a room in my mind and are here to stay

This is what I call a very hot disaster. I love them. It's great. So much sex. Also, at some point Mako and Kuvira are going to tear each other's throats out.

Crackship ranking

[unfriedough]

Not a fic request but I was wondering what your opinion is on Eska and Desna? I personally would die for both of them.

I at first was really into Eska but there was a lack of Eska x readers so I read Desna x readers instead (p sure I read 80% of all Desna x readers available online) and fell in love with him.

My love for them is so strong I refuse to believe their laughs in the show are their real laughs…

and idk why but I feel like Desna’s hugs are super warm and when he does he completely wraps you up and hold you super tight okay bye-

Tbh I high key forgot they existed 😭 half the show I couldn’t tell the difference between them and I haven’t watched TLOK in way too long idek what their purpose was 🧍‍♀️ I FEEL SO BAD IM SORRY 😣 but uh yeah I mean they were pretty interesting characters all in all but I never really cared for them all that much 😢

(Sorry this took too long to answer, Idk anything about them so I was scared to reply 😭)

[frostyyyroyalmilktea]

Morpheus x Reader High School AU

Summary:

A little High School AU where the reader gets stood at prom, but once her charmingly awkward classmate gets the wind of this, he decides that he just has to be the one to save her evening.

No warnings apply

author's notes: in this au Morpheus and his siblings moved to the US with their dad after their parents got a divorce. I headcanon them to be around 17-18 for Morpheus and Death, and around 15-16 for Desire. I had to adapt their names for the modern world so Death is Desna in this AU and Desire is Desirée.

For now, it's just a little oneshot, but if I have any good ideas for this AU I might write another part in the future.

When I was writing this I headcanoned that reader has pink hair, but you can imagine any other eye-catching haircolor you prefer ;)

Title inspired by Steve Lacy's Bad Habit but the song is not particularly relevant to the story, I just liked the vibes

Hope you enjoy!

***

“Morpheus!!” Desna—once again—barges into his room without knocking. She is the only one of his siblings to be granted such a privilege. Desirée on the other hand has learned the hard way to always knock and to never enter Morpheus’ quarters without an explicitly extended invitation.

“Sister dearest,” Morpheus acknowledges flatly, without looking up from his book.

“Do you have a suit?” Desna asks with a somewhat manic edge to her voice.

“Indeed I do,” Morpheus replies absentmindedly, engrossed in his reading. “For funerals and such.”

“Great!” Desna claps her hands. “You always look nice at funerals.”

Morpheus sighs, places a bookmark on the page he was reading, and carefully closes the book. Once he looks up, he can immediately tell from the look on her face that Desna has her mind set on some sort of questionable scheme and that Morpheus will be dragged into it regardless of his opinion on the matter.

“You’ll need to buy a corsage too, and fast,” Desna mumbles to herself, pacing the room back and forth.

“Not this again,” Morpheus rolls his eyes with a sigh. “Desna, I have repeatedly informed you that I am not going to prom. I have been asked out on multiple occasions and I refused as I do not wish to attend.”

“That’s because you were asked by the wrong people,” Desna scoffs dismissively.

“The only person I would like to take already has a date,” Morpheus grunts.

His sister clicks her tongue, exuding some type of emotion Morpheus struggles to interpret. “Not anymore,” she says.

“I beg your pardon?” Morpheus asks, raising his brow skeptically. “There is,” he checks his watch, “less than three hours left till the start of the main event, so unless Trevor Birghin’s lifeless body is lying somewhere in a ditch, I can’t imagine a good enough reason for him to not show up.”

“Well,” Desna starts hesitantly, as if she's approaching a wild animal. “It’s not that he won’t show up exactly…”

“Desna,” Morpheus presses with a chilling edge to his tone.

“It’s just that I overheard Trevor and Danny yesterday, and they were talking about who’s taking who to prom and all that…” 

Desna takes a deep breath and proceeds to explain—in the most convoluted way imaginable no less—the trite and simple fact Morpheus was always all too well aware of: Trevor Birghin is a fucking asswipe.

“...and that’s when I remembered that at the start of the term,” Desna continues with her tortuous explanation, “Trevor said that he would love to take Christina to prom because, like, the whole quarterback/cheerleader thing, but she told him no because she wanted to ask someone else,” Desna gives Morpheus a pointed look, “but then she got rejected by that someone.”

“Are you implying any of this is my fault?” Morpheus asks, offended. “I have met oatmeal more capable of a riveting conversation than that girl. Can you blame me for not wanting to spend an entire evening in the company of her and her degenerate friends?”

“It’s not what I'm—” Desna starts. “I’m getting to the important bit, Morpheus, I promise. So Christina said no to Trevor, so he was forced—his words, not mine—to ask y/n because they kind of have a thing or whatever, I’m not entirely sure. But now that you rejected Christina, she decided to go with Trevor after all and so that leaves y/n dateless.”

Morpheus’ blood is boiling with righteous anger. He is not usually a violent person, but for someone like Birghin, he will be more than happy to make an exception.

“And I’m afraid that’s not the worst of it, love,” Desna adds quietly, almost apologetically.

“I’m struggling to come up with something that could possibly make this situation worse,” Morpheus grits.

“I’m like 99.9% confident that Trevor didn’t have the guts to actually tell y/n.”

Morpheus inhales sharply. “So, just to be clear, you’re saying that she is about to show up there without knowing that her date stood her up for another girl?”

“Mhm,” Desna hums, not meeting his eyes.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell her?!”

“And how exactly would that look, Morpheus?” Desna bites out. “I’m not even supposed to know about any of this. I don’t want to look like some nosy busybody.”

“While being one beyond any reasonable doubt,” Morpheus grumbles under his breath.

“Plus,” Desna adds, “I honestly think that y/n needs to clearly see the piece of trash that he is once and for all. She’s always trying to see the best in people, even when there isn’t anything decent there in the first place!”

Desna sounds genuinely distraught so just this once Morpheus decides against reminding her about maintaining personal boundaries of the people she barely knows. It’s not because he has a personal stake in all of this or anything like that, no.

“Why are you telling me this?” Morpheus asks, surrendering to the idea that there is no way he’s not going to involve himself now that he has all the facts.

Desna tsks, like she’s disappointed he even has to ask. “Morpheus, you know perfectly well why I'm telling you all this. You’ve been mooning over y/n since our first day at this school.”

“And she was evidently not interested,” Morpheus points out bitterly, “seeing how she went and got herself a thing, as you so eloquently put it.”

Desna flops down on the bed next to him, throwing her hand around his shoulders in a half-hug. “Morphey, darling,” she says softly, “that’s a load of absolute fucking bullshit. Anyone who had the misfortune to witness the two of you debate against each other in AP Lit felt like the biggest third wheel on this side of the Atlantic. This unresolved romantic tension makes people around you viscerally uncomfortable. Though I can’t exactly blame y/n for not asking you out. You did quite rudely reject—how many was it again, four or five—girls our first semester alone. I think you even made Mary Waylan cry.”

“Wonderful insight,” Morpheus deadpans. “Still doesn’t mean y/n likes me back.”

“Morpheus,” Desna sighs. “She always sits next to you in classes you share. Even the ones Trevor is in too.”

“Well, he’s an idiot and we get a lot of group projects as homework,” Morpheus argues weakly.

Desna rolls her eyes more dramatically than usual. “She remembered your birthday after I mentioned it once in passing, she got you an old-ass Lovecraft anthology for the said birthday, which made you possibly the happiest I have ever seen you in my entire life. She brings you coffee every Monday when you have calc together first thing in the morning because she knows you never go to bed before two am. She remembers all your odd opinions on Shakespeare and can refer to them months later, just to make a point to you about some poncy literary concept. She always says hi to you in the hallway even though you never reply and most people just think you’re just a pretentious brat, but I’m pretty sure she cracked you like a week after she met you and she’s in on the secret that you’re just painfully awkward when it comes to human interaction—”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” Morpheus stands up, throwing Desna’s hand off himself. 

“I’ll need to borrow your garment steamer later,” he grumbles, grabbing his wallet and car keys.

“I’ll see you at the venue, sweetie!” Morpheus hears his sister yell after him as he leaves the house and heads for the flower shop.

***

You stand in front of the entrance to a fancy-ass hotel, staring at your phone with a mix of incredulity and rage. This piece of human garbage only deigned to inform you that he can’t be your prom date mere fucking minutes before you arrived at the venue.

from: Trev🏈

hey quick change of plans

decided to go with the boys as a group

hope there’s no hard feelings, see ya at school😜

What the fuck is that even supposed to mean? All his friends from the team had dates last time you checked. 

You open Instagram and swipe through the stories of a few girls you know from his friend group. Just as you expected, they all are still very much going with Trevor’s teammates.

If you’re being completely honest with yourself, it’s not like you’re even all that heartbroken over Trevor’s general shittiness right now. He hurt your pride, obviously, but not really your feelings. Right from the start of your situationship with him, he was barely more than a poor substitute for the person you actually wanted. Going with Trevor felt like a safe bet at the time because the idea that the person you actually wanted to go with would say yes seemed like an absolute pipe dream.

But you didn’t even ask Morpheus, the treacherous voice inside your head reminds unhelpfully. You convinced yourself you were doing the smart thing here, avoiding guaranteed heartache and embarrassment of being one of the girls he rejected. Right now, though, it becomes harder and harder to ignore the fact that you might've just been a coward.

Morpheus is probably sitting in some high-end coffee shop right now, reading Kaffka, or something equally pretentious, being all dark and handsome and utterly unapproachable. Definitely not caring about your inner turmoil about a stupid high school prom.

Someone goes in at that moment and through the open door you hear a faint reverberation of the song playing in the main hall.

“Yeah, I am an idiot with a painted face indeed,” you say to no one in particular.

“Waiting for someone?” A calm deep voice behind you asks.

For a second you genuinely believe that thinking about Morpheus so much gave you some sort of hearing hallucination. You whip your head so fast, you hear a crack in your neck. 

It’s not a hallucination.

“What are you…? How…? You… I…” You ask very eloquently.

The corners of his lips crawl upward as he rather unsuccessfully tries to hold back a smile.

“My sister has informed me of the unpleasant predicament you have found yourself in this evening and I simply couldn’t stand to see a lady wronged in a manner so galling and distasteful.”

“Really?” You ask skeptically, raising an eyebrow at him. “Since when do you care about chivalry of random people's prom dates?”

“I care only about one,” Morpheus says quietly, looking down at his beat-up doc martens. Under the harsh neon lights of the hotel’s facade, you notice the faintest trace of blush on his sharp cheekbones. “About a girl with a hair color so aggravating, my eyes can’t help but be drawn to it the second she enters the room, the girl who can’t help but argue with me over every single stupid little thing, like a font for our biology presentation—”

“Hey! Comic Sans is dyslexia friendly!”

“The girl who completely overestimates the influence of Tolkien on English classical literature.”

“It’s impossible to overestimate!!” You shriek, mentally returning to the argument from two weeks ago that landed the both of you in detention, when Mr. Stevens accused you of purposefully disrupting his class and told the two of you to “get out of his classroom and go flirt in the principal's office”.

Morpheus looks up, meeting your eyes. You can tell he’s thinking about the same thing.

God, why does he need to be so beautiful?

“What I’m getting at here,” he continues, unperturbed, “is that you're not some random person in my life, and I would like nothing more than to be your date tonight. Would you be agreeable to that?”

He holds out his hand and you look down to see a beautiful black rose corsage. Very on-brand for him, you can’t help but smile.

“You’re so stupid, Morpheus,” you sniff, willing your eyes to dry before the tears ruin your makeup. “Of course I fucking want you to be my date, I've never even wanted anyone else to be my date except you in the first place.”

He seems taken aback by that but recovers quickly and starts carefully fastening the corsage onto your outstretched hand.

While he’s busy with it, you try to take a closer look at him. To be fair, even if he showed up in a Hello Kitty onesie, you would still think he is the most gorgeous bastard you’ve ever laid your eyes on, but he’s wearing a tailored black suit with a black turtleneck underneath and—oh god, his little pocket square is baby pink to match your dress!! This is literally the first time you see him wear something not black and he wore it for you. You just might explode from feelings™ right now.

When he’s done with the corsage, he doesn’t let go of your hand, but intertwines his fingers with yours and pulls the door open for you with his other hand. “After you, m’lady.”

This doesn’t fucking feel real. Maybe, you think frantically, you just inhaled too much hairspray while you were getting ready and this is all a delirious dream. Except the warmth of his hand in yours is very real and so are the double takes from your classmates milling around in the hotel lobby.

“Do you want to take a photo before we go in?” Morpheus asks, nodding at the huge full-length mirrors along the wall.

You blink at him dazedly before the question registers. “Yeah! Sure, yeah, let me just—”

You start rummaging around your purse in search of a phone when you realize it’s literally in your hand.

Morpheus smiles, amused.

“You enjoying this then?” You want to sound irritated but it comes out more…petulant. “Me making an idiot out of myself entertains you?”

“I just like looking at you,” Morpheus says simply. “Is that such a crime? Your emotions are always so…scintillating. I find it impossible to look away.”

How can he just say shit like that and be 100% serious while doing it, you think, while desperately trying to will your face into not going red as a fucking firetruck.

What a beautiful, brilliant weirdo.

“Yeah, okay, Mr. Thesaurus, we get it, you like me,” you croak awkwardly, opening the camera app. “Let’s take some pictures, I’ll need them for the PowerPoint presentation my mom will expect on how I ended up going to prom with a completely different guy than I initially told her.”

“I hope there’s a word amelioration somewhere in the title of that presentation,” Morpheus teases as he stands behind, wrapping his arms around you to pose for the picture.

You snort at the implication, relaxing into his embrace.

***

The photos come out very nice. Though with a face like his, there’s hardly a chance Morpheus could look bad in them. You don’t always like taking photos of yourself, but surprisingly you like most of the ones you took together Morpheus. Some of them are silly, with the two of you making faces, some are very prom-ish looking, perfect for showing your parents, and then there’s…

“This one,” Morpheus catches your wrist before you can swipe to the next photo. “I like this one. Can you send it to me?”

In the photo, you’re looking past the camera, at Morpheus’ reflection as he holds you gently in his arms.

“I look silly in this one,” you pout. 

Bessoted would be a better word to describe your expression in the photo, but you’d rather lick chalk than admit it to him.

He doesn’t need you to, though. Morpheus looks at you knowingly, “No you don’t.”

You look down at your phone, feeling your cheeks going hot again. “How would I even send it to you?” You grumble just to be contrary. “With pigeon post? Gosh, who even has a phone with buttons anymore, aside from, like, grandpas? No, you know, scratch that. My grandpa actually has an iPhone 7.”

Morpheus just smiles at you indulgently. “Send it to my sister, she’ll print it out for me.”

Ridiculous. He’s absolutely ridiculous, you think as you type out the message to Desna.

to: Desna 🌸🔪

Local elderly citizen requires your assistance in procuring a photograph

attached file: ridiculousman.png

from: Desna 🌸🔪

you guys are so cuuuuuteeee!!!! 

٩(❀ •̀ᴗ•́ )۶~♡

Desna has a tendency to text as if it’s 2010 and her enthusiasm can be terrifying and a bit overwhelming sometimes but she’s one of the sweetest people you’ve ever met. You’re tempted to ask how the hell did she know Trevor was gonna bail on you tonight, but in the end, you decide that you don’t really give a shit. The only thing that matters is the outcome and looking at Morpheus fumbling with the tickets—he printed out the QR codes on an actual piece of paper because he’s a literal grandpa—you think that the outcome has literally exceeded all your expectations. Come to think of it, you should probably send Desna a fruit basket or something. 

***

author's note: I'm still not over the fact that Tom Sturridge has a phone with buttons and without access to the internet😂 Good for him though, I hope he's thriving

[daisymeade]

10 songs, 10 people

Tagged by @mxanigel! Thank you. :D

Rules: Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up.

"Holes in Your Coffin" by PHILDEL

"MONTERO" by Lil Nas X

"Soft Porn" by Francesca Wexler

"Novacaine" by 10 Years

"We Didn't Start the Fire" by Billy Joel

"LOVELOST" by margø

"Kevin Barry" by The Dublin City Ramblers

"Witchcraft" by Vian Izak (JOWIGAN SONG MY BELOVED)

"Everybody Knows" by Sigrid

"Téir Abhaile Riú" by Celtic Women

No pressure tag for: @dalazygamerneko, @yanara126, @reeplaysvideogames, and @desnas!

[desnas]

14 for taro and luthais if you want :)

14. looking at their lips as they talk [x]

Luthais is not an easy man to read.

It proves especially difficult when Taro considers their own upbringing-- rife with passion. They can say with confidence that they scarcely feel the need to water down their feelings.

But oh, how tight Luthais holds his own leash. It's vexing, but fascinating all the same. If Taro observes long enough, they might even find some cracks and fissures in his controlled and reserved disposition.

It's late. Taro is long overdue for sleep, but their mind reels, pulled in every which direction. Restless, the commander rises from their cot slowly, locks spilling over their shoulders.

Across the campfire, Luthais' brassy gaze catches theirs, one brow twitching upwards. He's been assigned to night watch; the rest of the party sleeps around them rather soundly.

"You should be resting." He prompts. "We've a long journey ahead of us in the morning."

"I know." The druid sighs into their hands. "But I cannot shake the feeling that we're going to find Woljif dead in a ditch somewhere, or that someone will slit my throat in my sleep." They admit it almost too readily, and though they don't see it, the vivisectionist's stare seems to soften. He says nothing.

"And that song keeps following me everywhere I go. I cannot rid my mind of it, and yet I haven't dreamt since we met that woman at the Lost Chapel. Why does Desna taunt me so?" Taro laughs a bit bitterly and out of the corner of their eye, they see Luthais shift to find a more comfortable position.

No-- wait, he's standing. The half-elven man approaches them at a steady pace before kneeling down just a few inches away, and they feel their heart flutter. They feel their throat go dry.

Huh.

"Perhaps this will help." Luthais announces, dipping his bony fingers into his satchel. From inside, he produces a long vial with a dark blueish liquid and uncorks it. "For the nerves."

Tapping the glass of the vial, he uses a tiny pipette to suck up the liquid. "Three drops under the tongue. It will calm your wandering mind, for a short time. Open your mouth, please."

"If this is poison, I'm going to haunt you until the day you die." Taro quips, their lips tugging into a smile.

"If I wanted to poison you, you'd be long dead." He retorts, dry as ever, and waits patiently with his pipette at the ready.

"Comforting!"

Taro opens wide, lifting their tongue with a very unflattering smile on their face. The alchemist squints and draws closer to them, letting three droplets fall behind their teeth. His eyes are pretty when he's focused, they think. It's a shame he smiles so little.

Closing their mouth, they swallow, wetting their lips. It's not a pleasant taste, but it's not awful, either. Sour and bitter.

It's then that they realize how long Luthais' stare has lingered, a soft and airy stare from under his lashes. With a quickening pulse, Taro holds themselves still and notices how quickly he jerks away to tuck his potions back along his tool belt and into his stachel.

"Let me know if there are any unpleasant side effects. Otherwise, I hope you sleep well, Commander." He bows his head politely, avoidant of eye contact, before rising to return to his cot.

"Thank you, Luthais." They whisper, laying back down slowly to stare up at the starry night sky.

The commander, curious as they are, desires nothing more than to unravel him in this moment. The giddiness washes over them and their cheeks feel warm, and it's actually rather humiliating how such a simple implication could undo them so. Yet, they're sure after a few seconds pass, that they've just imagined it.

Maybe.

Regardless, they know that this is going to keep them up for the rest of the night.

[yuueee]

 ★ 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐧𝐚 - relationship headcanons

song: pnb rock: selfish - slowed

word count: 1351

requested?: yes

★ - 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

↬ - so first off, Desna does not have the exact same personality as his twin sister Eska. while they do share many similarities in their personalities (they’re both introverts obvi), I don’t think he would just “claim” someone the way that she did - he would have to get to know you first. he gives me vibes of getting into a close friends to lovers type deal. having said that you’d most likely meet him by working with or near him in some way? like you may have some form of a job working in the northern water tribe or are the daughter of someone who works with Unalaq. at first, you might think that he’s kinda mean or rude because he seems a bit cold or deadpan, but you eventually realize it’s not intentional. he doesn’t dislike you, it just takes him a while to warm up to someone. you eventually go from not speaking at all to curt nods or simple hello’s - still not much but hey we’re getting somewhere right?

★ - 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

↬ - knowing each other for some time, you notice that you two have slowly gotten closer. it’s nothing too serious, but sometimes after a day of work he might ask if you wanted to get dinner together since you both haven’t eaten in a while. another example is if he has some free time on his hands, he’ll spend it chatting it up with you over common interests. he enjoyed being in your presence so he made it a point to be around you as often as possible. I take it that he might be a bit dense in terms of his emotional feelings so he might not realize this constant longing to be around you is a crush.

★ - 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

↬ - after a while, he comes to the realization that this yearning to reach and grab your hand or envelope you in a hug isn’t platonic. the problem is, he doesn’t know how to approach you with this information. as I stated before he is not Eska, he will not run up and grab you to confess his feelings. however, he doesn’t have anyone else to turn to for help besides his twin sister and his mother Malina (he had way too much pride to go to her about it), and settles for the first option. being her usual sassy self, Eska simply tells her brother to give you a betrothal necklace like she did with Bolin, to which he ignores her advice. he figures that he’ll just have to find some way to tell you on his own. he knew this wouldn’t be easy for himself, but he couldn’t just continue to live with these feelings without at least letting you know - even in the unfortunate case that you didn’t return them. 

the next time the both of you shared a meal held an awkwardness that you hadn’t felt since the two of you first met. Desna was often quiet, one of the things that attracted you to him - he was always attentive and listening, unlike others who would just talk over you at times. sensing that something may have been wrong, you decided to speak up. 

“Desna did I do something wrong” you asked, tilting your head in concern. you had never known him to be this silent, especially when he had that trip to the southern water tribe with his father and Eska coming up - he normally would have gone on a rant by now. 

“why would you think that?” he questioned, raising a eyebrow. you let a small sigh pass through your lips in irritation. 

“you haven’t spoken for the past hour.”

“and?”

“you were just being more quiet than usual.” you responded, sounding slightly defeated. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I guess I’ll leave you alone for the evening, I don’t want to be a bother.”

he felt a pang in his heart at the tone of your voice, the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt or upset you. 

“I’m sorry.”

“what are you talking about Desna?” you retorted back, still a bit agitated from his attitude towards you a few moments ago.

“I was being more reserved than normal because I was trying to figure out how to confess my feelings for you.”

“Wha-?” you sputtered incredulously, unsure of what to do with his sudden declaration. it had been no secret to your fellow peers of your attraction to him from the day you met him. you hadn’t ever dreamed that he would even consider returning your love so it had never crossed your mind to actually confess. 

“I understand if you don’t accept my fee-mmph!” the bone crushing hug you encased him in didn’t allow him to complete his sentence.

“I accept. I like you too.” you answered softly, feeling your heart grow warm as he gently wrapped his arms around your lower back - resting his head on your shoulder. 

★ - 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

↬ it’s probably no secret that Desna wouldn’t be the most affectionate one in a relationship, especially near the beginning or start of it. your relationship actually hadn’t changed in many ways after your mutual confession, other than him being a bit more possessive than usual. and not possessive in the gross toxic way either. he craved being in your presence more than anyone else he had encountered, you gave him a sort of peace away from the day to day madness that was being one of the chiefs of the northern tribe. 

when you accompanied his family on their trip to the south, you began to notice some things. while in public he would simply stand or sit near you - in complete privacy it was another story. (you cannot tell me that this man is not touch starved.) he seemed to always be touching you in some way or another. whether it was linking your pinkies or him resting his head in your lap so you could run your hands through his hair. you were the only person he allowed himself to be vulnerable with. 

also, just because he isn’t touchy with you in public doesn’t mean that he’s embarrassed to be with you or something of that nature. he would just rather treasure those moments alone with you.  

★ - 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬

↬ other than almost murdering Bolin with ice spikes for attempting to have a conversation with you, you could say that your time at the glacier spirits festival was quite fun. you may have even seen Desna crack the smallest of smiles once or twice, which wasn’t often at all. it didn’t mean he wasn’t happy with you though - he just shows his happiness in other ways like that weird laugh. watching his twin sister drag around the poor earthbender was also pretty funny to the both of you. 

after the festival had closed for the evening and everyone returned back to their respective places to sleep for the evening - the two of you decided to spend some time alone and stargaze. as cheesy as it sounded, the night sky filled to the brim with stars was possibly one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen in your life. nuzzling your head further atop his shoulder, you let your somewhat sleepy eyes rake across the vast expanse of darkness 

“it looks so beautiful” you whispered quietly, in attempt not to wake anyone else up even though you two were sitting atop a hill a good 30 feet away from where everyone else had gone to sleep. 

sitting up some and gazing upon your features whilst ignoring the slight burning sensation in his cheeks (that was totally just from the cold weather), he responded. 

“not as beautiful as you.” as soon as you turnt your head towards your boyfriend in confusion (saying cheesy things was your job, not his) - you were met with a warm pair of lips for a brief moment. before you could even register what had occured, he pulled away and rested his head atop your own.

Desna was undoubtably a strange man, but you loved him regardless. 

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @practicallylivesonline

[isolctions]

re-tags. ( general / rue. )

[rax-writes]

https://www.wattpad.com/1039768202-fate-%E2%97%87-desna-x-reader-chapter-one

Here's the link to my Desna fic, titled Fate. ♡

[dujour13]

in the moment tag game

Tagged by @arrow90-art Thank you!!! 🥰 I love getting tagged by friends, never hesitate

Last song: Talk – Hozier

I’ve never really been into Hozier but the lyrics to this one got me. obsessed

I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus When her body was found (hey ya) I'd be the choiceless hope in grief That drove him underground (hey ya) I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee That made him turn around (hey ya) And I'd be the immediate forgiveness In Eurydice Imagine being loved by me!

I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things we'd do So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you

I'd be the last shred of truth In the lost myth of true love (hey ya) I'd be the sweet feeling of release Mankind now dreams of (hey ya) That's found in the last witness Before the wave hits Marvelling at God (hey ya) Before he feels alone One final time And marries the sea Imagine being loved by me

Currently watching: Just finished Arcane and ready to get back to JJBA - end of season 5!

Currently reading: Death’s Heretic by J. L. Sutter – Pathfinder novel about an inquisitor of Pharasma, for research purposes

Currently obsessed with: still my same little PWOTR ship Siavash x Woljif. Working on a sequel to Wandering Stars, part of which will be collaborative and is coming along really well. It’s so much fun to release our little OCs into the enclosure together and see what happens. As for obsessions I can see BG3 on the horizon.

Tagging no pressure @spyridonya, @desnas, @iaspideus, @lairiend, @undyingembers

I don’t know who’s been tagged at this point but drop my name if you want to do this!

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Could you do a one shot of either Huan Beifong or Desna from Legend of Korra? Just one of them being comforting during the reader being sick? Thx ☺️

Hello dear 💖 sorry if it's short but I hope you enjoy☺️.

Huan beifong X sick reader 🤒💖

I promise to protect you💖

“I can’t believe y/n had gotten sick; we were supposed to finish that art project”

Huan was a metal bender he often kept to himself and didn’t like to socialise with others. He mostly spent his days trying to perfect his artistry, it was nearly perfect until y/n had fallen ill with a cold. “How are you feeling” Huan softly mutter, “H-Huan you’re here, I thought you would’ve wanted to finish without me” In truth Huan couldn’t finish without y/n. He tried to go on his own but every time he tried to perfect the project it ended up falling to his worries over y/n. “No perfection takes time and without you it’s nothing” Huan muttered, Y/n could see his hands shake. Something bothered the young man; it was like without her he couldn’t continue anything.

“You should go I’m sure your family needs you” y/n rolled over, she wanted Huan to be happy and his family are important. “No, they can wait” he whispers, he wanted to be here by y/n’s side. He hadn’t cared for someone this way before it was new to him, and he didn’t want his friend to be alone. It was a weird way of putting it but every time he saw y/n butterflies would arise. He could feel himself going red whenever she smiled, no art could perfect the sight of her.

“You’ve always been kind to me even when the others never listened, and we always perfect things together that’s why…” he couldn’t continue it felt hard for him. Huan had never developed something this strong for someone, but y/n completes him, and he had to tell her. “Since you were young and we met through our parents I’ve always wanted to protect you” Huan admits, he could feel himself arise with emotions. “Y/n everything we do together is perfection and every time we completed a project together it was beautiful” he turns to y/n “Your beautiful y/n”.

Y/n looked into his eyes with softness as she heard every word. “Gah, I mean your art style is beautiful” Huan goes red. Y/n couldn’t help but give a soft smile at the metal bender “Your beautiful too”. Huan looks to y/n, he felt embarrassed but since she admitted her radiant smile, he couldn’t help but smile too.

“Y/n I promise to protect you” he comes to y/n’s forehead and gives her a peck on the head. “No matter how old we get I’ll travel far just to find you” he whispers. “Now when your better I hope we can finish that project” Huan walks out of the room to let y/n sleep.

Y/n always felt Huan was an odd was normally he was an introvert. However to y/n he was always something special.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta 💫