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Please do not steal my works!!! Re-Blogging is ok:)

Polls drop on Tuesdays, I write for the two(2) most popular vote

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Ao3 link

Key;

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💔 Angst

😈-smut

🥰Fluff

🫶🏽Self indulgent.

•Miguel Ohara

✿ Leave my mans alone-🫶🏽

✿ Miguel Ohara who acts like he hates you(pt.2)-🥰 (bits of angst)

✿ Miguel Ohara who acts like he hates you(pt.1)-🥰 (bits of angst)

✿ Miguel Ohara who acts like he hates you(pt.3) -🥰 (bits of angst)

✿ Self confidence *coming soon🥰

✿ The incident *coming soon🥰

✿ Damn (smut)🫶🏽😈

✿ Miguel x pregnant reader🥰😈

✿ Enemies to lovers🥰😈 *coming soon

✿ In love Miguel🥰💔

✿ Self confidence🥰😈

✿ Self confidence (just the fic)🥰😈

•Katsuki Bakugou

✿ He thinks you can’t cook🥰

✿ Soft Bakugou🥰

✿ My favorite character🫶🏽🥰

✿ He loves you~🥰

✿ Pregnant reader🥰

✿ Rich husband *coming soon🥰

✿ Perfect (Ao3)🥰

•Bucky Barnes

✿ Bucky time🫶🏽🥰

✿ Self indulgent🫶🏽🥰

✿ Imagine🥰

✿ 40s Bucky *coming soon😈🥰

✿ Self indulgent *coming soon🫶🏽🥰

✿ Lemons 🍋 (Ao3) 🥰

✿ Artist Bucky 🥰

• Ao3 fics

✿ Lemons 🍋

✿ Curiosity

✿ You smell like spring (bits of angst)

•Ao3 author/fic recs

Bakugou x reader

Transparency -@Csmurf🥰

Cracked- (orphan account)😈

Baachu -@Madelynfrost🥰

Even if there’s nothing left of me- @queenlittlelion🥰

Hear those bells ring deep in the soul- @queenlittlelion🥰

Bucky x reader

Close- @221bshrlocked 🥰😈

Authors

Queenlittlelion

•Choso

✿ Needy (smut) 😈

✿ Soft choso(smut) *coming soon🥰😈

✿ Virgin choso(smut) *coming soon🥰😈

✿ Spend the night away *coming soon🥰

✿‘To much’ 🥰😈

✿ ‘To much’ (the fluffy bit) 🥰

•JJK

✿ Begging (smut)😈

✿ Jjk master list (smut)

✿ Lover (smut)🥰😈

✿ Clingy 💔🥰 (bits of angst) *coming soon

•Voltron Legendary Defender

✿ Curiosity (Ao3)🥰

• Theon of Glass

✿ You smell like spring (Ao3 multi-chapter)🥰

•Tumblr blog Recs

🎀Bucky Barnes

@buckyalpine (smut/fluff)

@buckyalpine (smut/fluff)

@buckmepapi (smut)

@becca-e-barnes

@thenhewaswrongaboutme

🎀Miguel Ohara

@fangswbenefits (currently making fics for baldurs gate)

🎀Jjk

@nanaslutt (smut)

@bfbkg

@augustinewrites

@pseudowho (smut/fluff)

🎀Bakugou Katsuki

@bfbkg

@lightseoul

@augustinewrites

•Other master list

Needy Masterlist😈

Original Works

I swear I’ll name them properly:)

KyruswithaK do not copy works

Ask are open :)

Reader is not specified, I imagine them as black cuz’, you know, I’m black. I try not to put any specific body parts or gender, if I do plsssssssssss let me know and I’ll change it as quick as possible:) unless specified in the tags or warnings

Thank you🙏🏾

*idk what’s happening but my ask me page is not showing up on my blog. So if you have any requests or question just directly message me :)*

(Y’all if anyone I know finds this account I’m cooked)

[buried-in-stardust]

Making Huizhou inksticks (徽墨), famous for its high quality.

Notes:

The characters OP pressed into the inksticks are 山白, OP's username

The "internal heat" referred to in the video is a term in Traditional Chinese medicine referring to a cause of inflammation, swelling, twitching, etc.

[eng by me]

[n3on-grav3ston3s]

"Mental wellbeing is the most important factor in being alive, because it's the first thing that makes BEING alive, WORTH being alive" - Exurb1a "Misery Was" on YouTube

[kobebibebi]

@thegiftedau toolshed sketch(-ish)

this tfbw au has been stuck in my brain since last year, genuinely i have been thinking about it almost everyday,i cannot stress how much i think about this specific au,,, i check their profile so frequently just to see updates 😔

the designs, the backstories, the concepts, the characters, the writing AAA EVERYTHING about this au is perfect, well-executed and amazing omfg i love the gifted au so much you do not understand 💔💔

there hasn't been much out from this au but it's already so great im so excited to see more fr

i drew this in class so yea i call it a sketch lmao

but yeah i have like so many wips, due gifts, and things to prioritize but my brain said gifted au fanart NOW,, so i did

also i really need to draw more of my own au :')),

ik i have to do paladin butters next (yes i can see ur asks) but school is taking all of my time it's insane how i even drew this, but ngl it's a really great au 😭

but srsly school is taking such a toll on my mental health,, it's only the second week and im already drowning in schoolwork,,,,,,,,, so i might draw more fanart of south park aus that i really really love 👀

these south park aus are honestly whats keeping me together rn

[anney-baker]

Completely random but

While I was reading about the ATLA LA creators butchering Sokka's character arc and the Kyoshi Warriors' plot it suddenly hit me

In 2x05 "Avatar's Day" Aang wears full Avatar Kyoshi gear at his trial that Sokka and Katara brought from the Kyoshi island including accurately done makeup

They didn't bring the sensei and Aang couldn't go with them as he was imprisoned, obviously

There's exactly one person in the team who spend the most time with the Kyoshi Warriors

Sokka wore AND learned how to do the Kyoshi makeup, and used his new skill to help Aang months later

And by omitting this "unnecessary" tidbit of him being introduced to the Kyoshi outfit in S1 the LA creators caused a plothole way farther down the line

(unless they're planning on removing the Avatar's Day plot altogether, which is quite big on worldbuilding, should I say)

Like, the og show plot is very condensed while not appearing to be as such, that is until one tries to get rid of the "extra" "not-needed" scenes and nothing makes sense anymore.

[lovesickeros]

☆ even the gods bleed

{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, injury, light angst {☆} word count 2.3k

What was justice?

Focalors had asked herself that question many times during the long nights she spends awake pouring over the prophecy of a dead God, words replaying in her mind like a broken record until the sun rose like a blooming flower.

She was the God of Justice, an Archon, yet she herself lacked the answer to such a simple and yet so very complex question.

How does one define what is just and what is not? How does she know that what she believes to be just is right? Is it justice if one being alone may sway the scales of justice on a whim? What justice is there to be found in the cold, watery grave that awaits her nation?

She does not know.

Perhaps she may never know.

What she does know, at least, is that this is not justice.

It is a mockery of it.

She stands before the bloodied, broken body like the judge, her sword held so tightly in her hand her fingers feel stiff, a dull ache adding to the weight of what she's seen. For a long, horrible moment she almost thinks they are dead – something she would have reveled in, only a day prior – before she sees the subtle rise and fall of their chest. Breathing, but barely.

The rain felt heavier upon her shoulders at the realization – she was not sure if it was in relief or horror.

Her nails dig into her palm, mind stuck somewhere between that abject horror and confusion so palpable she swore she could hear the gears in her head turning.

For a long, silent moment as she stares upon the body beneath the heavy rain..she wonders if this is how it all ends instead. If the world itself will simply crumple in on itself and cease – without its heart, it will wither, after all – long before the waters ever swallow her nation whole.

Because, try as she might to rationalize it, for every drop of rain that hits her like pins and needles, soaking her down to the bone..the body of the imposter is completely dry. Even the water pooling along the stones dares not to leave so much as a splotch against their ragged, torn clothes.

She remembers the meeting so very clearly, and she thinks she is a fool to not have noticed sooner – the Creator upon their gilded throne, finger pointed in accusation at the visage far too similar to their own. The imposter. She remembers the lilt of their voice as they called for their death as easily as one would speak of the weather – and to no one other then herself would she admit the spark of fear it had ignited within her. Because beneath the divine charade there was a sick enjoyment in the way they looked upon the imposter – like a bug beneath their shoe.

She understands, now.

She had thought that perhaps finally – finally – she could do right by her people, by her Creator, if she rid Teyvat of this..intrusion.

Now she sees herself as what it all really is – blind lambs following the herder.

Perhaps she would be considered a heretic under the eyes of the law – beneath the weight of justice, heavy as the heart that bears its sins. Perhaps this is a mistake, one she would come to regret.

But for now, she sheathes her blade with unsteady hands, the sound making her ears ring – for what she had almost done, what she had already done – as she stumbles like a newborn lamb towards the broken body of..

..What, exactly? Human? Divine? She is not so sure what to call them. Creator? No. The name is bitter upon her tongue, now, burning like liquid flame down her throat.

Where once she had spoken it in reverence and admiration, it felt hollow and empty, now.

Her vision wavers as she kneels down against the rain soaked stones, the rain upon her back growing heavier as she reaches a shaky hand forth – and for a moment, however brief, she feels the weight of expectation, of a title she fears she may never live up to, wash away with the waters that fall from the heavens.

The bruises and blood smeared across their skin are like strokes of a paintbrush, their body the canvas from which such horrid art is created. It makes her ill.

Doubt wavers her composure briefly – her position is already unsteady. She has never been seen as an equal to many of the other Archons. Her own people do not see her as their Archon, but an actor in a grand play that they shall simply toss aside and replace like a broken doll the moment she bores them.

What does she have left to lose?

She reaches out again, her hand settling onto their shoulder and turning them onto their back. She..isn't sure what to do, actually. She's never been particularly physically capable – she tended to avoid fights, even if she oft provoked them – and she was certainly no healer.

Yet what choice does she have but to march on anyway? She is in the heart of the city, it is far more dangerous here then anywhere else..she had little time to make her move.

Fontaine was, after all, a nation founded on the principle of justice. To know an injustice has been made against the most Divine..the entire nation was in a frenzy.

Her eyes dart around nervously, hands clasped tight on their shoulders and her lips drawn into a taut line – someone would notice her absence. One of the Archons would point out her absence in the coordination of the search.

Her options were just as limited as her time – she couldn't just take them out of the city. Security was tight, and as much as she fancied herself an escape artist – Neuvillette could hardly keep her in one place for too long – she doubted she could do the same with the limp body of the imposter in tow.

..The Palais Mermonia it was, then.

Her room had a secret entrance that few knew about, and even fewer would dare to traverse. She just..had to hide them there for a bit and hope Neuvillette wouldn't notice anything different.

Probably.

Still, there was the problem of actually..transporting the body. As grim as it sounded. Her only solace was the fact she didn't have to worry about them catching a cold, at least, and their breaths were still audible, if only barely. So she had to resort to some..unexpected methods.

Seeing the limp form of, well, the imposter – she'd really have to ask for something else to call them when they woke up – stuck in a bubble of hydro wasn't exactly on her bucket list.

Then again, neither was treason.

Well, first time for everything, right?

It wasn't breaking the law if no one else knew about it.

..Neuvillette didn't have to know about it, really. It was fine.

She could, of course, technically try to talk some sense into Neuvillette – he'd listen to her, right? She thought she was pretty close with him..but he was also the one person more obsessed with justice then she was. Such a stickler for the law..so maybe she's breaking a few, it's fine.

But he was also pretty devout, as much as he tried to keep his worship private – with Focalors around, nothing was really secret. Maybe she could get him to settle down long enough to prove it.

..How was she going to prove it?

An exaggerated groan escaped her lips as she led the bubbled imposter – she really wished she didn't have to resort to that, it would be a lot a more awkward to explain then dragging the body around – through the winding streets of Fontaine. She's just glad she's already memorized the entire city like the back of her hand..and a little dramatics went a long way. People listened when the Hydro Archon spoke, and she was suddenly very, very glad for that fact, even if they treated her more like a mascot then a God.

And partially because she, maybe, just a little..stole a few documents detailing the layout and a little personal exploration of her own – but what Neuvillette didn't know couldn't hurt him!

After what felt like hours, though was really no more then half an hour at best, she'd managed to drag herself – soaked to the bone with rain – and the conveniently bubbled imposter up through the secret entrance and into her room.

The perceived safety, as flimsy as it was, was..comforting. Until she heard the rustle of fabric, the clearing of a throat and the pop of a bubble as she, in her surprise, popped it – and then the thud of the imposter hitting the floor.

She felt a bit of regret about that part, at least, wincing.

"Lady Furina." His voice was as sharp and cool as she remembered it always being – like fresh spring water, she'd heard it described. Soothing. It did not feeling very soothing right about now.

She turned sharply on her heel, a forced smile tugging at her lips on reflex, every muscle in her body tensed – she probably looked like a wet cat right about now, soaked with rain, but that was the last thing on her mind.

"Do you mind explaining what, exactly, you did?" Not what you're doing, she notes – what she did. He was mad. Oh, she was really in for a scolding now. She twiddled her thumbs, laughing weakly, though it quickly dies out at the awkward, tense silence.

"Well, you see – it's rather complicated! I can– I can explain." Her attempts to diffuse are met with a raised brow and the sharp tap of his cane. Every single thought is plagued with the urge to run, but the unsteady breathes of the 'imposter' keep her rooted in place. "Well?"

She was sweating bullets, her nails digging into her palm as she scrambled for any excuse that could warrant her not getting hauled off and scolded thoroughly at best – she was coming up empty. How was she supposed to prove that the 'imposter' was very much not what the 'Creator' said they were? Their unconscious body was doing no one any favors, certainly.

"The Creator is lying," She blurts out, immediately regretting her impulsiveness when she feels the sudden weight of his stare – the piercing hues of his eyes that remind her just who is the strongest between them. It is not her, she knows. It never has been. "You can see for yourself! Don't you trust me, Neuvillette–?"

Her voice is cut off by the sharp click of his cane as he strides across the room in only a few steps, his height making her feel like a child about to scolded. She hated it, but she grit her teeth through the exchange. She reminded herself that this was for the sake of the 'imposter' and any affront to her ego was..tolerable.

To her credit, too, she didn't immediately lash out when she saw him poke at their body with his cane, turning them onto their back – she wanted too, though. She considered it, but the thought was quickly shot down when his stare turned back upon her, and she felt frozen in place again, her tongue a heavy weight in her mouth.

Yet she couldn't shake the sudden tenseness to his shoulders, his brows furrowed and a distant look to his eyes. It was..haunting, in a way.

She knows it well, she realizes. The realization and acceptance, the crumbling of every solid foundation you've ever known – leaving you to flounder in the waves, alone and afraid.

The gentleness in which he picks up the limp body surprises her though, his cane set aside. The rain howls like a horrid storm outside, but she cannot focus on anything but the furrow of their brows, the soft noise that escapes their lips.

"I trust that you know that this must stay between us," His voice is soft, like the gentle lap of waves against the shore, as he sets their body down against the bed, his hand lingering against their cheek with something almost like reverence – and if her eyes do not deceive her, affection. "Lady Furina."

She does not hesitate to agree.

"Well– well of course!" She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and frowning at the feeling of her wet clothes clinging to her skin, a heavy weight that feels like it's dragging her down. "Just what do you take me for?"

He doesn't deign to respond.

It only makes her fume more.

Not that he seems to notice, unbuttoning his heavy outerwear and tossing it on the bed, rolling up his sleeves and focusing on the injured– er..yeah, she really needed a new name for them. Calling them imposter felt wrong.

"So long as you understand, then we will have no problems." She huffs again, pouting and puffing up her cheeks, sitting down on the other end of the bed with only an occasional glance towards him as he worked at peeling away the ragged clothes and examining the injuries marring their skin.

She suddenly felt out of place.

..What was she supposed to be doing?

As if noticing her sudden quietness, Neuvillette sighed, his back turned to her though his attention very much falling upon her. She really hated the feeling like she was being dissected whenever he looked at her. It was unnerving. She doesn't know how anyone else handles it..

"If you are so eager to do something, Lady Furina, then please have something brought up for when our..guest awakens. They will need to recover their strength."

Finally! Something she can do. She perks up, her heels clicking on the floorboards as she darts out like a bullet, unable to stay still for so much as a moment.

Neuvillette, for his part..

Feels an odd sense of serenity as he stares upon the troubled features of the..guest. A peace that lessens the burdens upon his shoulders, the weight of a nation upon his back.

He cannot hear the rain, anymore.

..It must have stopped.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

leans into the mic. "saying all men are trash in response to the various ccs getting outed as abusers is the wrong move and will harm male victims of abuse and sa" and "the reason these male ccs were able to abuse people and cover it up for so long is because of rampant misogyny in the content creating space and it's important to listen to the women coming out with their stories right now" are statements that coexist. btw

[fanaticsnail]

Snail’s Fic Rec List

Masterlist Here

Hi everyone! I haven't done one of these before, but I thought I should! I love these fics, and find myself revisiting them often because I adore them. 

I add to them as I go

One-Shots:

Roronoa Zoro

Black Tea, With Honey by @bby-deerling.

Themes: mutual pining, a final push to engage, first kisses, soft Zoro

Did I Miss It? by @writingmysanity.

Themes: birthday, drinking, fluffy, soft Zoro

Not A Chance by @willowbelle.

Themes: NSFW, jealousy, flirting, possessive!Zoro x afab!reader. 

Guilded by @eelnoise.

Themes: NSFW, drinking, smug!Zoro x afab!reader

Blackleg Sanji

Parted Lips by @turtletaubwrites.

Themes: eating disorder, soft Sanji, understanding Sanji, sweet domesticity. 

Confidence by @gingernut1314.

Themes: NSFW, age gap (older reader), confident!afab!reader, small angst, alcohol use

Koby

Safehouse by @discordantwritings.

Themes: NSFW, subordinate!afab!reader x captain!Koby, unrequited love - requited love, one bed trope. 

Dracule Mihawk 

Fixing What Ifs by @sordidmusings.

Themes: old friends, friends to lovers, soft Mihawk, kissing, flashbacks. 

A Dark and Stormy Night by @thus-spoke-lo.

Themes: suggestive, flirty Mihawk, rain, gothic castle 

The Hat Stays On by @sordidmusings.

Themes: NSFW, desperate!Mihawk x afab!reader, pure smut 

Let Go and Grip Me Tighter by @sordidmusings.

Themes: NSFW, Mihawk’s strength, sub!afab!reader, Dom!Mihawk

Buggy

Switching up Roles: part 1 & part 2 by @sordidmusings.

Themes: NSFW, sub!Buggy x Dom!afab!reader, relief, comfort 

Donquixote Rosinante

The Things That Go Unheard by @indydonuts.

Themes: white day, Valentine's Day, mutual pining, date day

Masochism Tango by @cinnbar-bun.

Themes: NSFW, afab!reader, the love of corazon, intensity.

More Than Enough by @standfucker

Themes: NSFW, soft-dom!Corazon x afab!reader, established relationship

Benn Beckman 

Two Days by @jintaka-hane.

Themes: existing relationship, longing, kissing, flashbacks, suggestive themes, pretty. 

Unspoken Affections by @icy-spicy.

Themes: idiots in love, refusing to label it, mutual pining. 

Together by @cinnbar-bun.

Themes: dad!Beckman x mom!reader, they're parents to the Red-Hair crew, pure fluff, pining, longing. 

Distractions by @discordantwritings.

Themes: NSFW, mutual pining, flirting, kissing, afab!reader

Give (in) & Take (me) by @sordidmusings.

Themes: NSFW, flirting, drinking, pining, longing, Dom!Beckman X brat!afab!reader 

Eustass Kid

Cherry Girl part 1, part 2, part 3 by @macbethsymphony

Multiples x reader:

Themes: NSFW, drinking, flirting, longing, amazing descriptions, overstimulation, Dom!Kid X f!reader.

Heat

Shared Smiles by @a-killer-obsession

Themes: NSFW, mutilation, cathartic crying, missing limb, injury, hurt, comfort, one bed trope.

Rotation by @standfucker

Themes: NSFW afab!reader, Eustass Kid, Massacre Soldier Killer, Heat, Wire, drug use, acts of revenge, slaughter, brutality, flirtatious dialogue

Series: 

Songbird by @gingernut1314.

Themes: buggy x f!reader, enemies to lovers, strawhat!reader, singer!reader, NSFW.

The Heartless Giant by @cinnbar-bun.

Themes: Sir Crocodile x gn!reader, prisoner!crocodile x royal!reader, villain!crocodile, storyteller au

The Luck Child by @gingernut1314.

Themes: Buggy x f!reader, storyteller au, fairytale au, buggy is lucky, fantasy themes.

We’ve All Got Needs by @turtletaubwrites.

Themes: Zoro x afab!reader x Sanji x Robin, NSFW, strawhat!afab!reader.

Pain Management by @thus-spoke-lo

Themes: doctor!Law x afab!reader, medical impairment, semi-malpractice, NSFW

Masterlist Recommendations

Bby-deerling 

WillowBelle

DiscordantWritings

EelNoise

Gingernut1314 

Thus-spoke-lo 

[buried-in-stardust]

打鐵花 (da2tie3hua1; struck iron fireworks) is a traditional folk firework that began in Henan and Shanxi, first arising in Queshan county, Henan and later circulating through the whole country. It had first appeared during the Northern Song dynasty, and was most popular during the Ming and Qing dynasties.

For Queshan struck iron fireworks, a two-layer pergola is built and covered with willow branches for performances, under which the molten iron is struck up with two willow sticks to create a rain of fire.

[eng by me + edited an ad out]

(On top of the information in the video, I have some more about its recent history under the cut.)

*Also, a note about one of the subtitles: I realized later that "going into battle without a shield" actually just meant going shirtless. I was only confused about this phrasing while translating because she didn't go shirtless, although that is for obvious reasons

Queshan struck iron fireworks had almost been lost before Yang Jianjun unearthed it again in 1988. It had almost died out in the early years of the Republic of China being established, after which there had only been three performances until 1988: 1952, 1956, 1962. Yang Jianjun had seen the 1956 performance as a 7-8 year old and later on as the director of a cultural centre, began digging up the skill and its history. In the process, he became an apprentice to Li Wanfa, who had been the last head of the Queshan Struck Iron Fireworks Society. He practised with sand and water, learning of its historical origin, its ancestral inheritors, craftsmanship and performance arts, but didn't touch the real thing until 1988. Through Yang Jianjun's efforts and investment, the first struck iron fireworks performance in more than 25 years took place in Nanshan Square (then a deserted area) in Queshan county.

Queshan struck iron fireworks are different from other struck iron fireworks in that it requires a wide area to perform, whereas others only needed a wall or could be hit straight up into the air, and it costs much more money to set up.

The names of inheritors are difficult to trace, and can only be traced back to the Qing dynasty during the Qianlong period, making Yang Jianjun a sixth-generation inheritor, and Jiang Xunqian (OP) the first woman and a seventh-generation inheritor.

[mxtxfanatic]

No, every interpretation is not valid in a piece of media unless the creator has explicitly said somewhere that they have left their work open to interpretation. If you wanna “choose your own adventure” your way through a story, Minecraft exists, The Sims 4 was made free, a blank Word/Google document is a few clicks away, a pen and paper are easily found in the supplies section of most stores. A story for adults with a plot, characters, and conclusion is not your build-a-bear. You are looking for fanfics.

Someone else took the time to make a thing and share it with you so that you could understand the thing they are trying to communicate to you. If an author writes, “The sky is purple,” you don’t get to go, “Well, in the world that I live in, the sky is blue, so the sky in the story must be blue, too. Let’s discuss!” and treat that as “valid interpretation” that should be discussed with equal weight as the people discussing “ok, what’s the significance of the sky being purple? 🤔” I don’t give a singular fuck about whether you are familiar with the "cultural context" of the story or whether you can understand the original language it was written in or whether or not you know the creator on a person level. None of that shit matters, because nobody consumes media for the express purpose of finding out whether or not it conformed to the bank of knowledge Rando Number User #24,232 has learned in life. No person engaged in real critique ever has to take you seriously if your attempts at "analysis" begin and end at "I don't know the author irl to know what their intentions were, so anything goes!" That is a lazy copout, nothing "critical" to be found. Not everything in a general fandom space has to be canon-exclusive, no, but every claim to canon has to align with what is in the actual source material. There’s nothing wrong with either of those statements.

So no, you don’t get to waltz into a canon space going “Jiang Cheng is a great brother and uncle, let’s discuss” and then get upset when told “In this book, Jiang Cheng is an abusive uncle and childhood friend, and round these parts, we discuss the book.” Don’t wanna discuss Jiang Cheng's canon characteristics? The main tags never went anywhere. Get from round these parts.

[kidcaroline]

A reminder that "atla writers were fighting for Zutara" is a bullshit

There are 21 atla writers and only 3 of them supported Zutara. The creators said over and over that they were never meant to happen

Maybe one day y'all will finally enjoy this fanon ship without twisting the canon to your will and bashing the characters 24/7 so atla fandom will finally be less toxic.

[ka1omi]

[kaiomi] MAXIMALIST COLLECTION

HI EVERYONE i just wanted to say thank you again for all the love i received on my most recent recolors i truly appreciate you and i'm so glad y'all are liking them!

i know there's only two gifs but this drop comes with three sets of art prints, as well as welcome mats and bath mats [idk why but the other gifs weren't working so i gave up]. the meshes are by MXIMS and are in a separate folder!

tag me in any posts using them so i can see all your beautiful builds!

ENJOY! dl

[puppyeared]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[agentc0rn]

Lonely earth-bound monarch figures whose existences and legacies extend past the bounds of time and space.

[singulariitysims]

pretty in pink! 🌸

[ceechalla]

CC by @serenity-cc