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justanotherghostwriter · 2 years ago

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I posted 186 times in 2022

28 posts created (15%)

158 posts reblogged (85%)

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I tagged 185 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#fanart - 41 posts

#zutara - 34 posts

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#he was just - as cassie says - the pillar. the one who took everybody's views and personalities and strengths and weaknesses and sorted out

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Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katara/Zuko (Avatar), Lu Ten/Yue (Mentioned), Katara & Sokka (Avatar), Hakoda & Katara (Avatar), Druk & Zuko (Avatar), Lu Ten & Zuko, Toph Beifong & Zuko, Toph Beifong & Katara Characters: Zuko (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), Druk (Avatar), Toph Beifong, Agni Kai Triad (Avatar), Iroh (Avatar), Lu Ten, Yue (Avatar), Hakoda (Avatar), Sokka (Avatar), Suki (Avatar) Additional Tags: Zutara Week 2022 (Avatar), Zutara Week, Round Robin, Modern AU with Bending, MeetCute, Identity Reveal, Slight Mentions of Gang politics, The Order of the White Lotus (Avatar), Hurt Zuko (Avatar) Summary:

While taking a shortcut through a park near the old Lower Ring of Ba Sing Se, Katara runs into an interesting dog and the dog's interesting owner. For the next few days, they share a morning walk and surprisingly deep secrets with one another. Katara is a little disappointed when her new friend stops showing one morning, until she finds the dog, alone and lost, and is pulled into danger she never anticipated. Also unexpected is how she appears to be falling for somebody who should be a sworn enemy.

I'm very excited to introduce this project to you. This year, for @zutaraweek, I decided to try a Round Robin with any writers who were keen. We each picked at least one of the weekly prompts and, like an impromptu acting class, followed on the story from where the previous writer left off. It's been amazing getting to know the other writers and seeing how their unique perspectives, skills and passions mold and shape the story. @ekwolfwriter-blog, @the-badger-mole, @marijayne-writing, @ryu-slayer: thank you all for trying this out with me!

It's my privilege to kick us off with day one. Please stay tuned for the rest as the week progresses!

17 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

NORTH STARS: PART II

PART I IS HERE

It’s one of the best days of the year! Today is @lizanthium 's birthday, which means that today is the reason we all get blessed by her presence, her art, her brain and her existence in general. Happy birthday, my dear twin. I offer you the ending of a story I’ve given you a beginning to, so that you can infer all the middle bits with no effort on my part. ;P In all seriousness: you sparkle so well, and it’s always a privilege to have some of your light in my life in whatever form it comes in. Here is to many more years blessed with growth and quiet moments and creativity and good family and friends.

Without a word, Katara padded to her brother’s side and sat beside him on the edge of the ice walkway. Even through her parka, the ice was chilly, but she made herself ignore the sensation in order to sit very still and watch the horizon. Sokka sighed beside her, and Katara watched from the corner of her eye as he turned a very misshapen carving of an otter seal over and over in his gloved fingers.

“Are you going to do it?” she asked, after a moment, still innocently studying the horizon like her heart wasn’t in her throat at the possibilities of what that evening could bring. Both potential outcomes made her on edge, but the emotions behind the quickened pulse were as different as the way the river could twist.

“I don’t know,” Sokka all but whispered, glum. “I don’t… Our tribe is counting on me. Dad and Bato are counting on me.” He glanced around a little theatrically. “Aang being able to stay hidden for a while longer and just… goof off and be a kid… The very tentative end to a hundred years of war… I could screw that all up by stopping that wedding. For a woman I’ve known for only three months. Three months, Katara.”

There were a hundred things Katara wanted to say to him, but some of them were tainted with frustration and hurt, and Katara was learning to keep those inside until their blades were dulled a little bit. Not every battle had to be fought with blood and wounds. A lesson that still sometimes tasted bitter. But, with hands that were learning how to heal people with the gift that thrummed like blood and breath inside of her, Katara clasped Sokka’s hand. And squeezed. He squeezed back, and she remembered that he was only sixteen, and she dropped her head onto his shoulder.

For a long moment, they were both quiet. Katara’s thoughts were on the Fire Nation ships that had come into the Northern waters that morning, and the handful of people clad in red who had been allowed to descend the gangplanks into the Northern Water Tribe. And her thoughts were on her father and Bato and the other select men and women from the South who had arrived the day before. And then she thought to Chief Arnook, and the Northern Tribe’s council of Elders, and all the arguments that could be made of all they’d done wrong and right during the war and during this situation. Would they be ruining hard-earned peace between the Water Tribes and the world, and the beginning of better relations between Water Tribes with their plan? Possibly. Was said plan only going to fulfil the selfish whims of four teenagers? Also possible.

But just as possible was finding the long-lost Avatar in an iceberg three months after a hundred years of war had ended because there was suddenly the desperate, hopeful chance she could learn Waterbending, and she’d already been eagerly practising. Just as possible was the fact that Yue was right, and the Spirits had organised things to happen this way, and some things were just destiny, and the adults just had to… be helped to see it. Or, if she couldn’t get her head around being that important to the Spirits, then she could at least hope for the fact that they were unimportant enough for destiny to still flow around them, even if they altered the course just slightly. Just slightly enough for four unimportant teenagers to be a little bit selfish.

“Are you going to do something even if I don’t?” Sokka asked her, and Katara smiled, fondly, at how well her brother knew her.

“Yes,” she told him, only a tiny bit unsure of her answer even though she and Zuko had taken a large chunk of the three months they’d known each other to even become friends. Her heart was just… sure. “I really think it’s worth it to try.”

Sokka laughed, not unkindly, and pulled away from her a little, making Katara have to lift her head. Once she was sitting upright, Sokka pulled off his glove, jabbed his thumb to his chest and then painted an invisible mark on her forehead. She knew he was painting the Mark of the Brave, even though she hadn’t been through her ice dodging ceremony just yet. She rolled her eyes at him, but there was fondness in her for the brother who was braver than he thought he was, and was probably about to find that all out for himself.

“Give your hand here,” she instructed instead of turning things as sappy as she wanted to, and she began to heal all the little cuts the carving knife had left on him.

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There was no good moment to interrupt a marriage ceremony, Katara learned that day. But Sokka, brilliant as he was at strategy, somehow managed to crash in at the moment that almost made the most sense. Or, perhaps it wasn’t planning at all. Perhaps the words had just burst out of him in giddy adrenalin as Yue and Zuko were instructed to stand beside one another in the presence of their gathered witnesses.

“I am Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe!” Sokka yelled, cutting across Elder Anik’s grand speech in a squeaky, breathless rush. It was so unexpected that even Katara jumped in surprise. “And I — I — I do not condone this match!”

The second bit, at least, came out a little bit stronger. Katara heard her father inhale sharply behind her, and she quickly bent the ice under his feet slick, causing him to suddenly slip and have to cling onto Bato, who almost fell at the sudden, crashing weight. She’d apologise later. Right now, Sokka needed to be able to say his piece. Her brother caught her eye, and she nodded, and he squared his shoulders and turned back to the Northern Water Tribe Elders and Fire Lord Iroh and the four Fire Sages he’d brought with him, all who were staring at Sokka with varying degrees of quiet surprise.

“Boy,” one of the Elders boomed. “You do not—”

“I have every right to object!” Sokka fired back at him, head thrown back proudly. “The North has violated one of the very oldest promises between the sister tribes, and I, son of the current chief of the Southern Water Tribe, will not be silent and allow it to go grossly unaddressed for another year.”

Yue’s eyes were transfixed on Sokka as she reached out and gripped Zuko’s hand. Zuko, on the other hand, was warily alternating his gaze between the five Fire Nation representatives, the Northern Elders and the Southern representatives, entire body tense as though ready to fight. She realised, with a twist in her heart, that he expected somebody to attack Sokka for his interruption, and he was getting ready to intervene. To protect, like nobody had done for him. Once again, she was sad that Ozai hadn’t come to the North Pole so that she had no chance to accidentally drown the man.

“Sokka,” Hakoda said, almost sharper than Katara had ever heard him.

Elder Oki cut across her father. “The South is not truly independent,” he sneered. “The title of chief that your father holds gives him as much power as one of us Elders. If that.”

Instead of cowing Sokka, this only made him stand taller and take a step closer to the Elders. “Exactly. The Southern Water Tribes, plural, were always meant to be under the leadership and protection of the North. Protection. Where were you in the last hundred years? Where were you in the raids that stole our Waterbenders from us? The ones that killed my mother?” Oki’s mouth snapped shut, whatever he was going to say evidently getting knocked out of him. “If any of the Water Tribes deserve compensation from the Fire Nation, it is us.” The Fire Lord’s eyebrow raised, and he tilted his head to the side, as though agreeing. “The North, our great ‘big sister’, the seat where our Chief resides, did not even offer us that reparation. They simply asked for a few delegates to come and watch the wedding. Without discussion. Without apology for years of silence.”

There was certainly silence in the hall as Sokka took a pause, his chest heaving slightly. The same emotions that were clearly thrumming through him were in Katara’s chest, heavy and achingly hot. Some instinct made her glance at Zuko to find that his wary tracking had stopped and he was, instead, watching her. Okay? he mouthed at her, and some of the tension in her chest left as she gave him a small smile and a little nod.

Sokka didn’t let them stew for too long. “There is only one way to make reparations between North and South. Only one way to repair the brotherhood that has been broken here for so long. And that is the promise that should have been ours over generations: the good faith, unity, and celebration of marriage. That is what I am demanding on behalf of my people.”

The silence shattered to murmurs that rippled at different decibels across the room, people leaning in to whisper to one another. Only Sokka, Katara, Zuko and Yue stood perfectly still and perfectly upright.

“Sokka, son,” Chief Arnook said, and his gentle tone couldn’t quite cover the grief there. Katara noticed he was pointedly not looking or speaking to her father at all. “I… I understand your hurt. But there has been a war treaty signed between —”

“The treaty was signed to honour unity and to step forward into peace with good faith,” Zuko interrupted, voice clear and usual awkwardness completely gone. He stared Arnook head on, and only the way his free hand trembled gave away how much speaking up was costing him. “If I were still to marry Princess Yue, knowing all this that has been brought to light, it would be a violation of the very thing the marriage is supposed to stand for.”

“Prince Zuko,” the Fire Lord said, and nobody in the room could miss how Zuko flinched instinctively. In the too-long pause that followed, Yue did what Katara longed to do but could not and placed a subtle hand on the small of Zuko’s back, rubbing small circles there to try and soothe him. The Fire Lord very briefly closed his eyes in what Katara thought might have been sorrow at his nephew’s reaction. “And Warrior Sokka. What is it that you would both suggest?” The Elders started murmuring louder, so the Fire Lord turned a mild gaze to Chief Arnook. “It would be worthwhile to hear them out, I think, Chief?” he asked, with a little bow.

Chief Arnook, lips pressed together into a very thin line, waved his hand in agreement and in offer for Sokka to continue. Zuko looked over at Sokka, who suddenly looked very unsure. Alarmed, Katara started mentally willing him to scrape it back together.

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While the Music Lasts (20333 words) by JustAnotherGhostwriter Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katara/Zuko (Avatar), Aang & Toph Beifong & Katara & Sokka & Suki & Zuko, Hakoda & Katara & Sokka (Avatar)

@zutaramonth day 25: Modern AU

A retelling of ATLA Book three in a college classical band AU. With lots of past and present and hints of future Zutara. With an added playlist for your listening needs.

24 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

Chapters: 2/15 Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katara/Zuko (Avatar)

Waiting in the courtyard after the messy, terrible Agni Kai against Azula, Katara and Zuko aren't sure what to expect next. When news does come, it's devastating: Aang has failed to stop Ozai. Run. Hide. We'll find you when it's safe.

They obey the order, fail to disobey the order, and find a little temporary space for a while, until they can rejoin what is left of the plan to stop the Phoenix King from destroying the world. And they wait.

And wait.

And learn that life has a way of carrying on even in the midst of war and failure. And then, as it always must, their past finally meets their present, and Katara and Zuko need to once again define what makes them who they are, and the roles they are willing to play in destiny.

28 notes - Posted January 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

NORTH STARS: PART I

PART II IS HERE.

I promise this won’t be very a long author’s note so, in summary: life really Got Real for a while there, and I lost the time to write at all. Most of the things I write and put out to the world mean something to me, but my current long project is weighty in a way that’s possibly also just a lot of self-pressure. Either way, I couldn’t leap right back into it after Februarch, and it’s Zutara Month, and my dearest and most beloved Northern Twin, @lizanthium, who deserves the best of the world, is not getting the best of the world right now.

Of course Liz’s SWT Zuko AU was the first thing I thought of when I saw today’s prompt. But I’ve already made a mess in that universe enough, so I decided to be Extra TM by writing her a “get well soon, I think you’re awesome so just keep being you, I believe in you so much” little thing set in an AU of her AU. If you’re new here: writing fic of fic is, horrifyingly and shamefully, like my signature anime attack move.

So here you go! I joked once about doing a Shakespearean/fairytale-Disney AU in which Zuko was set up in an arranged marriage with Yue, and then he and Yue fall head over heels in love (at first sight-ish, hence the Disney vibes) with both parts of the SWT delegation that come to celebrate their wedding. Cue the Shakespearean comedy and angst vibes as everybody tries to figure themselves out. So this isn’t, exactly, Southern Water Tribe Zuko. Yet. But I’ll submit it to the tag in a vain hope it makes the mark, somehow. Here are two planned beginning snippets of the AU for the worldbuilding feels, and then one scene that I didn’t plan to write but that needed to see the light of day because @barelyaware drew such hysterical and amazing fanart for it.

Liz, you’re so special. May this brighten your week at least a little. Thank you for your brain in which the SWT Zuko AU exists.

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“The way forward to find your own North Star is not to think or feel your way forward, but to dissolve the thoughts and feelings that are actually lies. You don’t have to learn your destiny — you already know it; you just have to unlearn the thoughts that blind you to what you know.” — Martha Beck.

She had always longed to be included in the war meetings her father and the tribe Elders held. Or, barring that stretch of custom, at least the serious meetings where tribe matters were discussed and decided. Yue was, after all, their princess, and one day to rule beside their chief. She had been brought up understanding and accepting that her husband would get her father’s title and responsibilities, but, as she grew older, she secretly looked at her father, ruling without her mother by his side, and wondered what would happen to her should the Spirits take the tribe’s next chief from them early. What if they had no son by that time, or had one, but he was too young? What would happen to the tribe if she did not know enough to keep them afloat until a new chief could come? Yue had never known how to broach such fears with her father, however, and so she had kept them to herself and to her prayers.

Now, finally sitting in a war meeting, Yue wished she had never longed for this moment to come and, in equal measure, wished that she had asked for it sooner. Her father’s face was as grave as a wall of black ice, but there was also a lack of his usual steadiness about him that frightened her beneath her own forced stillness and straight back. Yue couldn’t place where it appeared to be missing; was it in his shoulders or his hands or the way his eyes looked around the room? It occurred to her, with deep sadness, that perhaps it was she that was different; that the mirage that had hung around her father for so long had finally dissipated as they came to this moment, and she saw him as simply a man. Still wise and strong and worthy of all her love, but just a man.

Her husband would be just a man, too, she tried to remind herself, even as the Elders around her spoke about letting a monster into their midst. They were angry, distrustful, frightened, proud, and they had every right to be this way, but also no right at all. Yue understood that those two things could both be true, because she’d grown up learning to walk the line between two realities tugging in different directions. It both amused and alarmed her that these men she respected and loved and who protected her home did not seem to have a grasp on a truth that would be needed for the coming days. But she sat silent, and let the waves roll around her, waiting for the moment she would be heard if she spoke instead of trying to fight the tide that was stronger than her.

“We will have two men with Princess Yue at all times,” Elder Kiugak stated.

“Two is too few!” Elder Anik argued.

“If we place more around her, we will be telling the Fire Lord that we distrust his request for peace,” Elder Kiugak argued back.

“We do distrust him!” Elder Oki spoke up. “It is enough that we are agreeing to having an Ashmaker here in our city. The request to make peace by setting that thing as our one day chief is an insult that will anger the Spirits and the people we have laid to rest in this ground. It is enough that it has come to this! We cannot allow him to think that he will be treated with anything except the suspicion and disdain that his kind requires, even —”

“Thank you, Oki,” Arnook interrupted, loud but steady.

If Oki was allowed to continue, his rant would only grow like an avalanche. There was not a single person in the Northern Water Tribe who was happy about the terms of peace that they had arrived at with Fire Lord Iroh. But they also all knew that the war could not continue. As much as they’d walled themselves off and had managed to escape from Azulon’s ruthlessness, it was only a matter of time. And the rest of the world had burned. This was as much admitting defeat gracefully as it was atoning for the years they’d been wilfully blind to the suffering of those elsewhere. Or, at least, Yue hoped so.

“Perhaps,” Elder Anik interjected, giving Yue a side look full of pity, “we should ask the princess what would make her feel safe and work from that.”

“Yue?” her father asked her, nearly free of inflection.

Yue took a deep breath and raised her head higher and painted a small smile on her face. “If it will make you feel better, then please give me a guard. But I feel that none are necessary.” Protests shot up from every corner of the room, but Yue kept her gaze forward and her head high. When her father’s sweeping gaze landed on hers again, she continued, seizing her opportunity to speak. “We have few men as it is; we cannot afford having many simply standing around me, idle. Especially since Prince Zuko is coming alone, without any guards, friends or even servants.”

“Princess Yue —”

“Princess—”

“— a Firebender and —”

“—the Ashmaker—”

“Prince Zuko,” Yue said, firmly emphasising his title, “has given his word and his consent to this marriage and this treaty as Fire Lord Iroh has. Master Pakku. You trust the Fire Lord, do you not?”

There was the faintest smile on Pakku’s face; an almost approval. “I do, Princess.”

“And I trust Master Pakku’s judgement. I also trust the judgement of my Elders and of my Chief. I choose to trust that they would not have offered me in marriage to somebody whom they believed was a dishonourable liar only coming here to kill or destroy or colonise. Am I wrong?” Still with a face of innocence, Yue looked from face to face. All but Pakku’s eyes slid from hers. Pakku was definitely smirking faintly. “I did not think so, because I know of the love you have for me and for this tribe. And I know that your hearts are set on peace. And so I choose to give Prince Zuko the benefit of the doubt, because that is what I wish to start my engagement on. That is what I wish to be the foundation of my marriage and Prince Zuko’s rule over this tribe one day.”

There was a ring of silence. “Princess,” Oki finally blustered. “You have a good and kind heart, but the Ashm— the Fire Nation is a treacherous—” He stopped as he realised how close he was coming to slandering his chief, the Fire Lord and the intelligence of those who had combed through the wording of the treaty and had finally accepted the terms. “What happens if he harms you?”

“Then I will go for help,” Yue replied, giving him a soft, gentle smile. “And if he kills me, then there are repercussions you can take on the Fire Nation. And Hahn will become the next chief, as was the original intent before this treaty. Elders, death is not something you can keep at bay. We all know this. I know this deeply.” She fingered her Spirit-touched white hair. “And I choose to believe in the Spirits, in our people, in the reported love Fire Lord Iroh has for his nephew, and in the good intentions of people who are soon to be tied with ours forever. We agreed to embrace them as members of our tribe. Let us not be as dishonourable as we are accusing them of being.”

Yue let them talk and argue and complain and half-slither around things they didn’t want to say outright after that, content that she had had her peace. When the meeting finally ended, her father motioned for her to stay, and she did so until they were alone. They walked out the hall side-by-side in a heavy silence.

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timeandspacelord · 2 years ago

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I posted 5,467 times in 2022

That's 594 more posts than 2021!

326 posts created (6%)

5,141 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 2,083 of my posts in 2022

#miraculous ladybug - 144 posts

#miraculous - 144 posts

#for future reference - 93 posts

#for the future - 52 posts

#atla - 20 posts

#art - 16 posts

#iron widow - 15 posts

#my art - 14 posts

#dreams - 14 posts

#reading - 10 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#then she got them back and was using the latent powers she had left over (🤷) to make portals (🤷🤷) which made adrien realize she was lb

I sent 8 gifts in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

Sara and Milo Murphy are neurodivergent just like Phineas and Ferb are, and given that I can support both of these theses with evidence from the source material, I am making a credible and valid point

64 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

They could've made Adrien Agreste allergic to cats and been the funniest goddamn people in the world, but thomas astruc is a coward

67 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

I'm so glad that all of Miraculous Tumblr is losing its collective shit over the BEAU. This is what we deserve, and I for one cannot wait to see what Ms. Kelly Buggachat has in store for us

133 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

The three genders are actually

Quiet nerd (feral)

Angry jock (soft)

Furious knife tornado

209 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Y'know, putting aside the potential a-/acephobic reasons, and the "not relying on overused romance tropes/shortcuts" reasons, I think one of the big reasons (that I haven't really seen talked about?) that Good Omens gets accused of queerbaiting is that it's basically the story of an existing relationship. It's not the story of how Aziraphale and Crowley fall in love, or admit that they're in love, or whatever that people tend to expect out of romance stories these days, at least, not in the traditional sense. Yes, technically we get to see their relationship develop and we do get to see them realizing and admitting to themselves that they are in love and that the other loves them back, but that's not really the main focus the way it is in a lot of stories where romance is involved. There's no "will they/won't they" drama, there's no big confession or relationship-affirming kiss or anything, because they've been in a developing relationship for nearly all of 6000 years. That's like, literally what the Arrangement is. It's their relationship, their "basically married", their "involved", their "together but we can't say it outright bc people are watching and also we don't wanna screw it up". And people aren't used to seeing that in stories about relationships (seriously, find me one example of a story where the main, endgame couple is together at the beginning and the plot doesn't revolve entirely around them having issues that they need to work out. Hollywood/the publishing industry is allergic to writing about healthy relationships that stay healthy and in tact and exist after they get together). So when they see Neil Gaiman say "it's a love story" they expect the story of Azi and Crowley falling in love and finally admitting it to themselves and each other and having a big climactic kiss to seal the deal. And when they get a couple who is basically married in everything but name, who have been together for 6000 years but have had to be so so careful and dance around their feelings bc ~bureaucracy~, who don't need a big kiss at the end, just a loving, tender look because they can finally relax and be in love together... it doesn't feel like enough to them. They were so busy looking for the "getting together" plot that isn't really there that they missed the love story that was there. Which is a shame honestly, because it really is an excellent love story. There's enemies to lovers and mutual pining and almost a sort of courtly love situation going on and it's excellent. And people don't see it because it's not what they were looking for.

15,110 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

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pathos-logical · 2 years ago

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How to Keep Doing Descriptions (from someone who does a fuckton)

Plain text: How to Keep Doing Descriptions (from someone who does a fuckton)

This is a list aimed mostly at helping people who already write IDs; for guides at learning how to do them yourself, check my accessibility and image description tags! I write this with close to two years of experience with IDs and chronic pain :)

Get used to writing some IDs by using both your phone and your computer, if you can! I find it easier to type long-form on my laptop, so I set up videos and long comics on my phone, which I then prop up against my laptop screen so I can easily reference the post without constantly scrolling or turning my head

I will never stop plugging onlineocr.net. I use it to ID everything from six-word tags to screenshots of long posts to even comic dialogue! On that last note, convertcase.net can convert text between all-caps, lowercase, sentence case, and title case, which is super helpful

Limit the number of drafts/posts-to-be-described you save. No, seriously. I never go above 10 undescribed drafts on any of my four blogs. It doesn’t have to be that low, but this has done wonders (italics: wonders) for my productivity and willingness to write IDs. If I ever get above that limit, even if it’s two or three more, I immediately either describe the lowest-effort post or purge some, and if I can't do that then I stop saving things to drafts no matter what. No exceptions! Sticking to this will make your life so much easier and less stressful

My pinned post has a link to a community doc of meme description templates!

Ask! For! Help! Please welcome to the stage the People’s Accessibility Server! It’s full of lovely people and organized into channels where you can request/volunteer descriptions and ask/answer questions

I make great use of voice-to-text and glide typing on my phone to save my hands some effort!

Something is always better than nothing!!! A short two-sentence or one-sentence ID is better than no ID at all. Take it easy :)

If you feel guilty about being unable to reblog amazing but undescribed art, try getting into the habit of replying to OP’s post to let them know you liked it! This makes me feel less pressured to ID absolutely everything I see

This is a sillier one, but I tag posts I describe as "described" and "described by me." When saving to drafts, I never preemptively tag with "described by me," since for some reason that always makes me feel extra pressure and extra stress. Consider doing something similar for yourself if that applies!

I frequently find myself looking at pieces of art which feel like they need to be considered for a bit before I can write an ID for them, and those usually get thrown into drafts, where the dread for writing a comprehensive ID just builds. Don’t do that! Instead, try just staying in the reblog field for a bit and focus on the most relevant aspects of the piece. Marinate on them for a little; don’t rush, but don’t spend more than a handful of seconds either. I find after that the art becomes way easier to describe than it initially seemed!

On that note, look for shortcuts that make IDs less taxing for you to do! For example, I only ever describe clothes in art if they're relevant to the piece; not doing that every time saves a lot of time and energy for me personally

Building off of that, consider excusing yourself from a particular kind of ID if you want to. Give yourself a free pass for 4chan posts, or fanart by an artist who does really good but really complex comics, whatever. Let it be someone else's responsibility and feel twice as proud about the work that you can now allot more energy to!

As always, make an effort to find and follow fellow describers! It’s always encouraging to get described posts on your dash, and I find that sometimes I'm happier to ID an undescribed post when the person who put it on my dash is a friend who tagged it with "no ID"

TL;DR: To make ID-writing less stressful and more low-effort, use different devices and software like onlineocr.net and voice-to-text, limit the amount of work you expect yourself to do, and reach out to artists and other describers!

#i have no idea if there's a real audience for this post but this is a genuine list of things i do to help myself out #i hope it can help someone else out too <3 #accessibility #image descriptions #my posts #kay talks #long post #this has been in my drafts for so long i'm exiling it because i can't stand wondering if it's coherent any longer

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years ago

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞. [re-upload]

pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: a married woman who’s going through a divorce is linked to a broken girl who wants to incline what she truly wants. a night of fulfilling each other’s needs wouldn’t harm a thing, right?

warnings: smut (for most part), dirty talking, slight argument, and more.

author’s note: yes i re-uploaded this again, i’m so sorry it wasn’t showing up on any tags. i do hope you can reblog this and share your thoughts once you’re done reading! <3

I swore to myself that I was going to quit the job of selling myself to the people who could monopolize me. At first, it seemed to be fine in my case. I took control and would always take control, especially when I'm about to get uncomfortable in the situation. But lately, men control me instead of me. The reason for that is because of the money, how much we love it. I was kicked out of my house at a very young age, literally when I turned eighteen years old. I did my best to apply for jobs that could offer just a tiny amount of money and the more that I worked, the more that I needed the money.

Dirty whore, dirty woman.

"Y/N?" I opened the door to see Michelle looking at me with worried eyes. She touched my arm and squeezed it, affirming me if I was alright. "You've been there for too long. Did something happen?"

I shake my head, "No. I just had to take a breather."

Michelle was the first person I became friends with when I got into the community. She offered me a place to stay, well with her. I'd always tell her that it wasn't needed but Michelle would dismiss me and say that she needed a roommate anyway. We became friends since then.

She was kind and very generous. Whenever I had finished my time with a man, Michelle was there to comfort me, feed me, and take care of me. She was basically my girlfriend at some point, but I had no romantic feelings for her.

"Okay," she muttered, smiling tightly because that's all she could possibly offer. Michelle gave me the tightest hug and added, "Take care of yourself. I'll see you at home."

I stayed for a few more hours at the club, seducing men into the back so I could give them what they wanted. Wasn't that the point? In the end, I received a good amount of money and decided that I should get a piece of nice furniture for the house – since I'm living at Michelle's place. When it was around 12'oclock in the morning, I finally grabbed my bag and walked out of the building; alone.

My workplace wasn't far from the house, it usually takes fifteen minutes to get to my destination. Sometimes twenty if I was walking too slow – I guess I can say it was a little farther than I thought it would be. But, there's this shortcut that I usually don't take. It was a little too dark since there were no street lights; I was a wuss. But, feeling a little challenged, I decided to take that route and walked right.

As expected, it was shorter and I was pleased. Although it was a little frightening since it was way too dark for my liking. I could feel my legs trembling from each step I take, my throat getting a little dry up from the cold mystic air. I had my arms wrapped around myself, not knowing what to do with them. And just as I was about to leave a route, there was a black SUV that was going towards me – making me turn and squint my eyes at the person who was driving.

The window shield rolled down, and I was presented by a redhead who looked a little older than me. In fact, she looked a little tired. I smiled – kindly – at her and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

The woman replied, "Are you... Are you alone?"

Wasn't it obvious? I nodded.

She turned to her left and bit her lip, making me feel a little nervous about her action. Anyone who bites their lip makes me nervous, extremely nervous. I was about to walk away until she hollered, "Wait! I'm sorry, please come back. I just want to ask you something."

I turned again and looked at her with slight seriousness that was flashing through my eyes. She pulls the lever of her car and grips her steering wheel hard, figuring out the words she's about to say out of her mouth. It took a while, maybe a minute or two, until she asked: "Are you okay with the idea of having sex with me? I'll pay."

She was blunt, I don't know if I liked it. But, she seemed so genuine and nice about it too. Or maybe, that's how I think about everyone. They're all genuine and nice. Is this the way of her going to use me like a puppet? After all, I was a toy to doll with. I also do think it was my appearance too, my harsh makeup says it all. Looking at her deeply with such questionable eyes, I realize how utterly beautiful the woman was. She looked harmless but very intimidating. Does that make sense?

"How do I know that you won't rape me?" I asked with a shuddering breath.

"I'm not going to do that," she responded but with a softer tone, her body relaxing a bit. "That's why I'm asking. But hey, if you don't want to that's alright."

I think I have stood there for a fat minute, staring at her with blissful eyes. She was beautiful, so so beautiful. I could rant about this to Michelle for so long but, she won't possibly be anything to me by the end of the day. She's a mystery, a slick woman. I felt safe within her presence like no man was ever going to hurt me. It would hurt to say no, and I want to do it with her.

I responded with a small smile, "Okay, where will we go?"

At this point, I should feel threatened by her – especially with the choice of location. We were on a lonely road, where the forest surrounded us. It was almost pitch black, I could barely see anything except maybe the sky. She pulled the breaks and sighed, rather too deeply, and looked at me with wandering eyes. I could feel immense anxiousness, yet a great thrill. I spoke, "What do you want us to do?"

With such boldness inside of her, she responded: "I want to fuck you but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. So, if you have any questions please do ask."

I do have questions, maybe not a lot. But there's this one question that has been bugging my head. I couldn't help but rammed out, "Why didn't you go to a building instead?"

"What do you mean?" she asked curiously, her eyebrows scrunched for emphasis.

"Like," I gulped, trying not to stammer my words. "...Are you just finding people to fuck in the middle of the night? I mean, it's pretty sketched up honestly."

She had to let out a small laugh at my statement, she shakes her head and bows her head a little. She whispered, "I wasn't even planning to. But, you looked really nice. I had to take my chances."

"By fucking me?" God, I need to shut up.

"You could say that," my, she was very blunt. In fact, the bluntest person that I've ever interacted with. "But, I'm a jerk for that. We don't have to do this if you want to, we could just... talk. You see, I'm going through a divorce and I just need some relief."

Never once has a person given me an option like this. Not once. And I felt incredibly different from it. I could feel my heart thumping loudly through my eyes, my body stiffened with her presence. I was stunned, baffled, and felt admired. No man would admire me, I was used.

I wanted to have sex with her, I wanted to roar it out. God, how insatiable I was.

And did she say divorce? Oh, this was a heavily bad idea. It was going to be a rebound. But why would she care? We don't know each other, we never had a connection – or maybe I was wrong. We do have a connection. My stupidity takes over me and swerves all around my body. I hate myself for thinking like that.

"I want you to fuck me."

She turns yet again, with lifted eyebrows and a soft gasp. It's like she couldn't believe it, she was shocked as I was. Then, she responded: "Are you sure?"

I was even more sure of my own future. I wanted to feel bold as she was, I wanted that. I nodded desperately and whispered close enough for her to hear, "You can do anything you want to me."

She groaned with a stutter, biting her lower lip so hard as to contain her animalistic mind that could be bewildered any sooner. She looked deep into me, her eyes spoke with fire and intensity, I almost wanted her to unleash it. Maybe not almost, it's a very much-needed want. Without even thinking, she pulled me in with a sloppy kiss, I granted her in.

"The name's Natasha," she speaks while licking my chin all the way to my upper lip with such hunger. "You'll be screaming it when I fuck you so hard."

We were finally in the backseat, our kissing intensifies as the windows began to fog with each smack of our lips. She held the back of my waist, circling her thumb on my covered skin as my hands were all over her neck. She grunts, pushing her hips forward to feel that friction. I felt it, it was like a shock wave.

"You're so beautiful," she says with such a dreamy voice, pulling away to take a good look at me – even though I felt disgusted. "How could you be this beautiful?"

I laughed softly, but not too loud.

"I think you're just drunk."

She chuckled, burying her head into my neck, and whispered: "I'm not drunk. But with you, I could be."

Her hands made their way to my loose white shirt, pulling the hem up a bit to see a bit more of my skin. She smiled at me and then looked down, groaning at the sight. I was severely aroused, wet, and hot. I wanted her tongue everywhere, maybe her whole body. I wanted her as much as I wanted to go to Massachusetts, which was an odd thing to compare. She let go and removed her black leather jacket, dropping it on the carpeted floor, and pulled up her black shirt until I could see her abs that were on display.

"Natasha," I breathed, trying to control my eagerness. "You look beautiful."

"Not as much as you are," she responded, kissing my neck with a bit of a moan that she was holding back. I don't know if she was being serious, she probably must've said that despite the intense heat we were both having. Either way, that felt important to me. I kissed her cheek, eagerly trying to turn her so I could kiss those subtle and plump lips. She knew right away and our tongues danced together, our touching began to become rough and I started grinding up against her hips – wanting more, needing more.

"I'll pay you an extra hundred if I could um," she stutters while kissing my lips repeatedly – as if not wanting to pull away from them. "If I could dirty talk with you. I want to degrade you a little, but we won't do it if you're not comfortable–"

"I am," I whispered breathlessly onto her wet lips, and it was the truth. I was fine with the idea of her calling me the nastiest name. "Please, do anything you want with me."

She kissed my lips once more, and her hands continued to tease the sides of my ribs. I hitched my breath as I could feel her tongue drooling all over my neck. Was she this insatiable? Or was that just me being a horny person too? I was lost in her world – as I succumbed to it.

"You're going to beg for me?" she coos. I felt hot, immensely hot. I couldn't even think anymore, so I nodded. She smirks and whispers close enough to my ear, "Words, little one."

"Oh, yes! Please, I'll do anything."

Natasha chuckles and pulls my shirt away, gasping quietly as my covered breasts were on full display. It was admired for her, she liked how supple my breasts were and she began to squeeze them with both of her hands. She comments, "So beautiful."

I tried not to smile at this intense moment, but I couldn't help it. I never received that kind of a compliment in many years, even though it probably won't mean anything. It doesn't mean anything. I tried not thinking about it and continued to tease her by arching my hips repeatedly, asking her to fuck me now.

"Skip the teasing, please..." I begged, yelping softly when I could feel her teeth sinking in into my neck like a mad woman. She shakes her head, pulls herself up, and whispered lowly: "I'm paying you, remember? So be a good girl for me."

I hate men when they degrade me, I find it insanely stupid and such a turn-off. With their masculine tone and their grunt, I could cringe to the point my whole body was a spasm. But, she's different. I liked it when she degraded me. In fact, I liked everything she's doing to my body right now–

"I'm going to pull off your pants now," she says, staring at me with eyes that speak are-you-going-to-stop-me look. I nodded as I tried speaking out my words, but nothing came out. She knew that. Natasha smiled down at me and unzipped my pants, pulling it down while her eyes were basically glued to mine.

Once our clothes were off, our bodies pressed each other with such connection that I couldn't bear myself to explain. She was sweating, but not like crazy sweat. I noticed that her hair was braided, a faint blonde at the end of it. I admired her beauty, I also admired her courtesy in everything she does. I felt like I could even trust her at this point.

"Detka," she whispers with such a needing tone, biting her lower lip to hold back whatever she was having inside of her. She whispers with a husk, "I bet you're tight down there."

That could be a lie. I wasn't pure anymore, maybe she won't see me the same way again because I was like a used doll. But instead, I shook my head. Honesty is important.

"I think you're speaking metaphorically," I couldn't help but chuckle, trying not to have that awkward moment. "I'm not that... tight anymore. You can reach back out if you want to."

Instead, she smiles – as if she was adoring my little ramble. She responded with a softer tone, "I don't care about that. You're still as beautiful as ever."

Was I going to be emotionally attached to this woman? I hope not. Because, knowing myself, I knew I could depend easily on someone so quickly. Growing up with no love in my lifes could lead me to naivety until I go insane. But, I liked to experiment. I just hope I don't have attachment issues.

She spits on her two fingers and spreads them to lubricate most of their length. Then, she buries her head into my neck again and thrust her fingers inside of me, making my mouth let out a silent scream as her long fingers go deeper into my cunt with no problem.

"God you're tight," she hitches, her hips going upwards. "And warm–Ah–you're so warm, I can barely breathe."

This woman was good with her words, she knew how to use them that I almost came from them. I hold her back with both of my hands, biting my bottom lip hard and Natasha pulls out then thrusts back again with emphasis, making my head hit the car door. She pulls her head back, staring into my eyes with her hooded ones, and brutally thrusts back in and out. Each time she prods her fingers back in, I let out a moan. A whiny one to be exact. I was such a slut, especially for this woman who is clearly above me. Our hips were in sync, her tongue was all over my jaw while my other hand was placed on the fogged window – trying to hold onto something.

It felt too passionate for a one-night stand.

"I'm so wet for you baby," she whispers to me, staring into my wet eyes as she changes the pace a bit. This time, she was curling her fingers to hit that spot that was untouched for many years. "I'm going to make you cum first, then you make me cum too. Okay?"

I nodded, panting as her fingers pounded into me, hard.

"Words."

It sounded like a demand, hell I loved it. So I spoke with a loud scream, "Hmph—yes! Oh yes... god fuck me, please–harder, go harder!"

Natasha groans at the sight of me and responds with a lower tone in her voice: "Oh god, please tell me you're about to cum. You're clenching around me... poor baby."

That nickname made me explode like a nuke. I arched my back in pain as my eyes shut with pleasure, my whole body began to tremble as I clenched hard around her fingers, mewling and screaming while my orgasm took over me. I could see the white stars at the back of my eyes, I felt like I was in oblivion.

She holds me close, watching me while I climax around her fingers. Natasha was in love with the sight she was seeing, she took it in. This is something she could never forget, a beautiful woman like me is something she could never ever forget. For some reason, she felt a spark from the alluring sight. It compelled her until she realized that it was probably wrong to feel that way. But, she merely couldn't help it.

I flopped against the car cushions and panted, my chest endlessly sweating from my orgasm. I opened my eyes and saw her staring back at me with such lovely eyes that I've never seen. I couldn't tell if she was admiring me, I was too fucked up to speak. I whispered, "Do you want me to eat you out?"

But Natasha never stopped staring at me, it was like she was fond of my presence. This whole sex arrangement only started almost an hour ago, and she could feel herself being attached. How incredibly dull was she? So dull.

"Maybe some other time," she responded with her dreamy voice, smiling down at me toothlessly. "I'm going to pay you now."

Natasha insisted on taking me home and turning her down for the tenth time, I agreed. It wasn't a long ride home, we were sitting with faded music that was playing on the radio. Although, I enjoyed the quiet company that was given. Natasha was humming throughout the song, and I found her voice very pleasing. I began to feel jealous that I couldn't sing, but I didn't care most of the time. I just liked the way she hums through the song, it was like a lullaby.

When we finally arrived, Natasha pulled out a five-hundred-dollar bill and grabbed my hand – placing the money as my eyes widened from the amount. I stammered, "Natasha, you can't be serious. This is too much–"

"Please," she gulps, smiling again at me. "...Take it. You deserve every bit of it, I must say you were very lovely tonight."

I shake my head, "No. At least three-hundred I would be fine–"

"Detka, please take it. Okay? You did such a great job tonight."

We fell into this broad silence – but not awkwardly – and stared at each other. I could sense that she was blushing as her cheeks were on display from it. I think I was blushing too, I've never blushed in so long. How could I not? No one has made me feel this way for years, it feels surreal in all honesty.

"You're beautiful," she says shyly as she tries to hide her mouth with the heel of her palm. "Like insanely beautiful."

I could feel my lips trembling from such a compliment she gives and responded with a whisper, "Thank you, Natasha. You're beautiful too."

It truly did mean a lot to me. A beautiful woman complimenting me is something I could never cope with. I felt dry as I called her beautiful, I almost began to cover my face with such embarrassment. But, her smile widens until I can see her teeth and look away from me – her cheeks are blushing intensely.

"You're killing me here, go home sweetheart. It's very late."

When she drove away, I stood by the sidewalk, feeling my heart beat so fast that I couldn't manage to breathe. I never thought having a small encounter like that could lead me into feeling like an important person. But, my heart suddenly drops as I never asked for her number. I only knew her name though, it was Natasha. But there could be so many Natashas in this city, I could never find her again.

I might never find her again.

Throughout my night, I just accepted its fate. I will never see her again, but I could only relive my night with her as it felt very surreal and important to me; like it was my fifteenth birthday. I wanted to be in that scenario again, so desperately. But sometimes fate doesn't want you there.

—

Natasha grabbed a bottle of wine that was left inside the fridge, opened the lid, and poured herself a full glass. When she walks into the cold living room, she sees her wife that has been sitting there for god knows how long. The Russian gulped, smiling at her wife kindly, and asked: "It's late, why are you still up?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing," she stands up, walking toward her wife and crossing her arms so that her breasts prodded out. "Where have you been?"

"Work," Natasha lied, taking a mouthful of red wine from her glass. "Why? Something happened?"

"Yeah," Wanda sighs, pinching her nose bridge as she lets out a breathless chuckle, feeling it tremble a little. "Yeah um, I don't want to move out."

"Wanda–"

"You said you want things to work out," Wanda cuts her off with a thick accent that she still adapto for many years. "Aren't we working things out?"

Natasha just sighs and shakes her head defeatedly.

"I don't know," Natasha answered, which was the truth. Shew really doesn't know. "All I can say is I don't want to be married to you anymore. Okay?"

"Hypocrite," the brunette scoffs and turns away from her wife, lifting her hands in the air exasperatedly. "Just ridiculous, you fucked me the other night and now you're telling me you don't want to be in this marriage."

"I was drunk!" Natasha reasoned and took a few steps at her wife, who's soon to be her ex-wife. "You know I don't love you anymore. You know that!"

Wanda turns, her tears are evident in her eyes, that Natasha's heart almost crumbles – but enough not to. She whispers with a fit of sheer anger, "You don't love me anymore when I accidentally slept with Vision."

"Exactly!" Natasha responded with a louder tone, full of dominance. She clasped her hands together and laughed sarcastically, feeling a little insane. "Exactly, Wanda. There you go, that's why I don't love you anymore."

"That's just bullshit."

To her excuse, everything was bullshit.

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#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fanfic #stargirl interlude series #natasha romanoff #natasha angst #black widow x reader #black widow x you

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emanooono · 3 years ago

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nsfw in the end

its almost 5am and i cant sleep and think. sorry if its a mess.

thank you, your likes and reblogs make me insanely happy.

you and sanzu were the most troublesome kids during your teenage years.

it all started when the science teacher partnered you up with him, and you two almost blew up the whole class because of the stupid failed chemical experiment.

both of you got detention and lot of lecturing from the principal. that woman made a big mistake when she put you two alone in a room. or that's what you rather think even after a decade later.

when sanzu noticed that you naturally got along with each other, he decided to befriend you. he slowly opened up to you, only talking about toman and mucho at first, then he told you about his childhood and family.

once you asked him to meet mucho but he declined, saying it was unnecessary. but inside he just wanted to keep you to himself only. his jealousy and possessiveness started there, without neither of you understanding what it really meant.

the most memorable moment with him was when you two were bullying and beating up some losers from school. soon police appeared out of nowhere and both of you ran for your lives. sanzu ran in impossibly fast pace while it was hard for you keep up. when he noticed you struggling he held your hand. he took you to the unknown allies and made so many shortcuts that you didn't know where you ended up at all.

sanzu took you to the tenjiku meetup place, thinking he would be able to hide both of y'all there. he achieved that goal but what he didn't think was to see other tenjiku members hanging around, staring at sanzu and the person next to him. "the fuck is wrong and who is this?" mucho asked and helped his friend get up.

sanzu held out a hand to you and made you stand up as well. he rolled his eyes at the curious eyes staring at him. "my friend" he answered in a quiet tone and you waved a hand.

"you have friends?" a tall male with braids chuckled loudly and you could hear few of the boys laugh as well. "shut up" sanzu murmured, holding your arm and taking you home.

unfortunately, soon after that, your relationship with him faded. sanzu got distant, he wasn't telling you anything about him anymore, which made you concerned.

last time you saw him was when you two had a fight. you confronted him about his behavior lately and he was very offended, even though you only had good intentions.

sanzu built up the wall in his heart same as when you first met him.

years later your life took a completely different turn. mikey, the leader of the most known criminal organization in tokyo, found you and offered you to join his gang after he recognized your talent. you agreed on his offer, already thinking how much money you'd get by being an executive. what you didn't expect was to meet sanzu again.

mikey only wanted to introduce you to others but the second sanzu's eyes landed on you he knew who were. he eyed you from afar, listening to you talk about yourself a bit.

feeling someone's glare, you looked back at the male and immediately recognized him the second you saw his scars. neither of you said anything to each other, deciding to ignore this sudden meeting.

after few days passed, mikey ordered you and sanzu to go on a mission.

you sat in sanzu's car as he started driving to the desired location. you felt his glance towards you every once in a while, but since he wasn't saying anything you felt like not speaking up either.

"we're here" he mumbled and left the car, walking towards the building that he was supposed to blow up. you followed after him and got your guns ready.

sanzu shot the few guards and took some time go place a bomb in the middle of the big hall. "okay, let's go" he walked out, but he didn't see his car where he left it and cursed under his breath.

"god damnnit this wasn't a time for this" sanzu groaned and you deadpanned at him.

"you didn't lock the car? seriously?" you almost laughed when you saw his annoyed expression glance at you.

"hm?" you heard him mumble something under his breath. "nothing, you look different. wasn't expecting to see you in this kind of situation" sanzu breathed out loudly.

you didn't have the time to answer when you heard police sirens. you and sanzu quickly glanced at each other with widened eyes and started running as fast as possible.

the more sanzu ran the more he thought of holding your hand once again. maybe if you'd ask anything about it later, he could excuse himself, saying 'you were running slowly'.

sanzu was under adrenaline rush and unconsciously held your hand to make you take some turns. you two finally reached the bonten's hideout and collapsed on the floor as soon as you entered the building.

other executives heard yours and sanzu's loud panting, so they looked over the entrance.

"i think i just had a deja vu" haitani brothers commented in the exact sync and they looked at each other in amusement, their mouths forming 'o' shapes.

"anyway, sanzu, isn't that person the one you were with back then?" ran assured after few minutes of thinking.

"what do you mean 'back then'"

"when we were in tenjiku" rindou said this time.

"yeah" sanzu answered and then started explaining what happened on a mission, almost ignoring the topic of you.

the next day, bonten had an important party to attend. you got dressed quite fancy and pulled up at the location kokonoi told you about. you entered the building and got on the floor the party was going to be on.

the soon as you stepped a foot inside the room, you felt bonten's executives eyes fall on you. you sat down with them, and waited for kokonoi's order. of course he was paying for everyone tonight. the waiter's brought some fancy looking and delicious food and you couldn't wait to eat it.

kokonoi and kakucho held an important conversation about the upcoming mission. ran would ask some questions here and there but the others were busy eating. they almost looked like it was their first time eating after starving for days.

soon you felt ran's tall body shift and stand next to you. he offered to dance with you and you gladly agreed.

sanzu didn't feel very happy about this. he did deny his feeling towards you for so long but it was slowly creeping on him after the reunion.

shortly, you and ran almost returned to your seats, though, sanzu didn't let you. instead, he gripped your arm and started taking you god knows where. he opened the first room he found and entered it along with you.

"the fuck is your problem, sanzu?!" you protested but instead of hearing an answer, you felt his lips brush against yours.

you kissed back and it quickly got more and more intimate. sanzu's hands were roaming around your body while you were pulling on his hair, keeping him close.

he didn't even bother to lock the door as he turned off the main lights. he made you sit on a chair in front of the bed, while he turned on the small bed light.

sanzu sat down in front of you, taking his tie off and unbuttoning his t-shirt. he spread his legs and rubbed his neck while staring at your eyes intensely.

"take off your clothes"

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers manga #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x you #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers sanzu #sanzu scenarios #sanzu fluff

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pastelpaperplanes · 3 years ago

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wait you've made tutorials? (if i read the tags on the previous post right)

oh man I’ve made many, some duplicates even as my style has changed overtime

That being said: some of these are ancient (seriously. please check the time stamp if you see I’ve contradicted myself overtime lmfao) so pls be kind—that and I have not had any kind of training, so what I have to offer is simply from what I’ve learned from observation, tutorials from others, or from other artists who’ve given me their own advice. I’m still learning as well!

I will link a mass majority of them below

Also, each and everyone of these posts is also tagged with the tag helpful (don’t bother using my search bar it’s been broken for a long while now, just follow it’s trail directly from it’s post) which has some asks where I’ve answered about which brushes I’ve used /where to find them, a BUNCH of figure studies, or other tutorials I’ve reblogged/tricks I’ve picked up along the way

Sparklings

Megatron (headshot)

How I draw Megatron

Tears (OLDER) & (NEWER)

Gradients on Procreate & Autodesk Sketchbook

How I Draw Sentinel’s Stupid Face

Simple Shading

Digital Art Shortcuts (On Procreate)

Gold

My Style step-by-step Full Coloring/Lighting

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lazykcdoodler · 4 years ago

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Thoughts on Louie and Della's Relationship + which of the triplets is my vote for Most Likely to hold any sort of longterm grudge against their mom (and why it would be Huey)

I was looking through the Della Duck tag in my blog, when I came across some discourse about the Della-Louie relationship dynamic that I reblogged a while back. I was reading thru the comments and saw someone's HC about how S3 Louie might still hold a small grudge against Della for stealing the Spear of Selene.

And I'm like, no?? If any of the kids in S3 and beyond would hold any sort of substantial grudge against Della for taking the Spear, it would obviously be Huey.

Wait, why did I think that-

Then because Huey's not explored enough, I had to take a step back and think about why I thought of him as the most likely candidate.

First, to work thru my thoughts on Louie and Della's relationship, and why he's less likely to hold a grudge against her in the long run. To start things off, he and Della already had their big clash and make up in the S2 finale. Remember this?

Their small arc in S2 did important things for their character development. That's not to say that they'll never argue again, or that they won't ever have problems. I can certainly see Louie using the Spear as ammunition for a future fight, if things came to that. But Louie and Della have other traits in common, aside from sharp scheminess and their tendency to think that they're the smartest people in any room.

Louie and Della are communicators. Yes, they're both sly and manipulative. But their success in that department comes from their ability to understand people. Dewey might've inherited Della's impulsiveness and natural charisma- but his inclination toward dramatics, his need to be well liked by others, and his desire to stand out among his family and peers, all mean that Dewey is more likely than Louie (but not Huey) to keep secrets and his personal feelings quiet. Della and Louie? Much less so.

It took Louie less than a year to voice his insecurities about his capabilities as an adventurer to Huey. When their mom came back to the Manor, Louie voiced his personal concerns in the very same episode. Louie is a crier. He complains a lot. He's an excellent orator. By far, Louie is the easiest triplet to read as a character, because his thoughts and his intentions are made known to the audience very quickly.

On Della's side of the equation, it's strongly implied throughout the series that she served as the emotional translator between Donald and Scrooge. Don't get me wrong; Scrooge and Donald love each other very much, and they understand each other in a way that very few others do. But when wires get crossed and either of them clam up on their hurt feelings (or fight about other things to avoid the elephant in the room), Della comes in to mediate. She voices whatever the other person won't say out loud. But that deserves its own post.

Regardless of any trouble between Louie and Della, I'm sure of three things. 1) Della and Louie love and care about each other, 2) Della is trying her hardest, Louie doesn't like getting into fights, and he admires passion as a trait in other people, and 3) in spite of everything- despite how agreeable Huey is, or how Dewey's such a momma's boy- out of the boys, Della's relationship with Louie is probably the healthiest in the long run. When it comes to his feelings, Louie is the most emotionally honest triplet. If he beats around the bush, it won't be for long.

While Dewey and Della ride the same wavelength (which causes its own problems), she grounded Louie in Timephoon and said those infamous words because she's been in Louie's place before. She knows what scheming and selfishness got her and her family, and she doesn't want Louie to do the same thing. Because she knows she was harsh- and she knows she might've been too harsh, since she just began learning how to be an authority figure- Della is probably less confident with her ability to handle Louie properly. Which means she's more likely to go to Donald for help with Louie's issues, far more often than she might for Dewey and Huey. Louie will always let Della know where she stands with him. And while she won't take his shit, Della will listen and reciprocate his emotional honesty with her own.

Huey is not good at emotional honesty. Don't get me wrong, he's great at helping other people. But unlike Louie, Huey is as emotionally transparent with his insecurities as a steel bear trap.

So. Why Huey? As I mentioned above, he and Della have stuff in common. They enjoy video games and exploring. They're both outdoorsy. Della is giving this her best shot, and Huey's a kind kid. They get along fine, so obviously things must be fine. Right?

Rrriiiigggghhhhtttt. So, why do I think that Huey's the most likely of the triplets to have any residual resentment toward Della for taking the Spear?

Dewey admired Donald's commitment to his family, but he had to learn to respect him. Louie respected Donald's passion and work ethic, but he had to learn to admire him. Huey never had to learn any of that; Donald has held Huey's respect and admiration from Day 1.

Huey's uncle has a terrible temper. He's easily misunderstood by others. He's the hardest worker on the planet, but he's often underappreciated. Huey can relate. This intrinsic understanding is the root of Huey's longstanding admiration and respect for Donald's character and Donald's efforts. Despite their pre-series financial insecurities, Donald successfully raised three boys on his own while providing them with a relatively middle class lifestyle. Despite everything, Donald is rich in the love of his family and friends.

When it comes to Donald's difficulties with public society, out of his brothers, Huey is the most empathetic to their uncle's plight. He might not be a father of three, but Huey holds the best understanding of the responsibilities that Donald undertook on their behalf.

And therein lies the rub.

Huey Duck is the Responsible One. He works hard, takes his duties as the eldest triplet very seriously, and helps Donald wherever he can. Whether by serving as a vocal translator during a bank transaction, taking charge of his siblings when their uncle is away, or speaking in Donald's defense when his brothers call him boring or lame, Huey tries to makes things easier.

Della probably did some of those things for Donald when they were younger, and vice versa. I'm 99 percent sure that Donald has been teaching her how to AdultTM since she got back from the Moon.

(Because her impulsiveness got her stranded for 10 years).

Huey and Della love each other. They get along great. They have plenty in common. But Huey Duck is by-the-book, and naturally inclined toward hard work- just like his Uncle Donald. Della ripped up the book, took a shortcut, and had to learn to become hardworking the hard way. Huey Duck is the Responsible One. Della had to take a crash course in becoming a Responsible Authority Figure after Louie's scheming almost erased the family from history.

There are many reasons to admire Donald, but his ability to wrangle the three of them is probably near the top of Huey's list. If Donald wasn't responsible before the SOS Incident, he certainly learned to be. Huey has his own lifetime of trouble dealing with Louie's cons, Dewey's impulsiveness, and their collective recklessness and disregard for Huey's work and Huey's passions. They're difficult and infuriating, but Huey tries. And whenever Huey tries, his respect for Donald probably rises. Because Donald isn't their sibling- he's their uncle, their guardian, their first parent since the day the triplets hatched. While the triplets probably had honorary family in their lives long before they met Scrooge (apparently, Mouseton and Duckburg are very close to each other), Donald was HDL's only parent for 10 years.

Because Huey's mom was reckless, and got stranded on the Moon.

At least Huey knows where Louie and Dewey got it from. (It's bad enough, coming from them).

But Huey Duck is the oldest. He needs to be a figure of strength and capability. He needs to be a leader, needs to provide support, needs to be a good role model. His family relies on him for that sort of thing. Mom's been through a lot. Uncle Donald has been through a lot. Huey spent ten years watching his uncle go through a lot. Huey needs to set an example. He's the oldest- which means he needs to extend a hand, make an effort, and bury any proverbial hatchet even if it kills him a little.

(Huey wants things to run smoothly. Huey doesn't want to be a burden for others. Canonically, Huey locks away a lot of his own problems and internal anxieties...until his control slips. Huey hates it when that happens).

Let the record show that I love Della Duck. She's one of my favourite characters. I love how hard she tries, and she's come amazingly far. I'm sure Huey appreciates her efforts.

I'm not saying that canon Huey holds a grudge, or that he secretly resents his mom. I just think that out of all the triplets, he's who I'd pick as the most likely to do so. And unlike Louie and Dewey, Huey knows how to hide certain thoughts and feelings successfully. Huey can be anxious, but he can't be mean (he's already weird and nerdy, he can't afford to be mean). Huey has spent his entire life honing his control over his less...socially acceptable emotions. (Hello, Duke). If Huey has grudges about Della and the Spear or anyone and anything else, I have faith in his ability to hide those negative thoughts for a long, long time.

Until he can't.

#ducktales #my stuff #meta #analysis #ducktales meta #ducktales analysis #della duck #huey duck #louie duck #dewey duck #the duke of making a mess #hdl #donald duck #scrooge mcduck #i really wish huey and webby didnt have to share a season

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paradoxcase · 4 years ago

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So as I mentioned in the last reblog, I am currently rereading LOTR because I have this huge LOTR companion book with commentary on the text, and I wanted to actually read that side by side with the books. I remember the last time I did this I noticed the way that Pippin is portrayed as way more childish and foolish in the movies compared to the books - like, in the books he’s a young hobbit who behaves like young people do, but he’s not stupid or immature or incapable of taking serious things seriously which is kind of how he’s portrayed in the movies, and most of the dumb things that he does in the movies are actually done by someone else in the books (and are usually also a lot less dumb in the proper context the books give them). Anyway, one that I apparently missed the last time I talked about this is, you know how at the beginning of the Fellowship Frodo and Sam run into Merry and Pippin while Merry and Pippin are stealing vegetables from Farmer Maggot and Frodo chides them about this?

Well, what actually happened in the book was that Frodo and Sam and Pippin (Merry was transporting all of Frodo’s furniture to his “new house” where he was supposedly going to live in Buckland, but which he was actually planning to quietly disappear from) come across Farmer Maggot’s farm and Pippin is like “oh look, it’s Farmer Maggot’s land” in the sense of “oh, I know where we are now” and Frodo reveals that he’s actually terrified of Farmer Maggot because when he was younger and living in Buckland he would steal his mushrooms (hence: A Shortcut to Mushrooms) and Farmer Maggot once sent his dogs to chase him away. And Pippin is like, “well, you’re going to have to get over that if you’re going to be living in Buckland, actually Farmer Maggot is great friends with both me and Merry, he’s a good guy”. So there you have it - it was Frodo who stole Farmer Maggot’s vegetables and Merry and Pippin who are actually the voice reason here. (And then they had dinner with Farmer Maggot and he gave Frodo some mushrooms as a present.)

I just can’t get over how badly the movies slander Pippin. It’s completely ridiculous. They took every scene and went, “how can we rewrite this to make Pippin look like a stupid child?” My god.

#lotr #lord of the rings #pippin took

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : Part 70 of 83 : World of Sea

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 70 of 83

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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Until he was ready to cast his net over the whole school, he was going to keep it that way. It had been tricky politics to get the ship’s Council to agree to keep the contents of the note from the crew, except for the fact that it would enable them to recover Kurin. Master Juris had been the most difficult to convince.

“There may be more than just recovering me behind the Longin coming early, Tanlin,” said Kurin earnestly. “Captain Mord has been acting strange ever since I was poisoned. I don’t know what he will do anymore.”

“I have had an idea about that problem,” said Barad, approaching them across the gently rolling deck, a mass of parchments in his hands. “I had the scribes give parchment and pen to all who can write. These are instruments of personal surrender to you in accordance with the Council Edict. Tanlin, my love, yours is here. You were busy, so we prepared it for you. It only needs your signature.”

Barad proffered a parchment to each of them. “Kurin,” he smiled, though solemnly, “you and Tanlin are the only people in the world that I would trust enough to do this. This one Kurin, is your receipt for and acknowledgment of the surrender of the Grandalor and her entire crew.”

Wordless, disturbed by the responsibility just placed on her young shoulders, Kurin signed. Tanlin handed her the last surrender document, along with her prized knife, hilt first.

“Ye ‘old us in yer ‘ands, Kurin.” She looked entreatingly at Kurin and added, “Oi know t’at we’ll be as safe wit’ ye as t’e Dragons allow.”

Getting over her surprise, Kurin immediately handed back Tanlin’s dagger. She knit her brows under her shock of white hair and thought. Somewhat skeptically, she asked, “Just how completely does this put me in command?”

Without hesitation Tanlin answered, “W’atever ye order’ll be dune at once. T’ do any less wad be mutiny. T’e Grandalor’s yer sole property.”

“Then get Darkistry up here,” Kurin said decisively. “I want her in on our plans for contact with the Longin.”

It took only a few minutes for Darkistry to come, literally running.

“You didn’t have to run,” said Kurin with a pleased sparkle in her eye.

“I run everywhere, now that I’m off the invalid list,” Darkistry replied, panting just a bit. “It’s helping to get my leg back to strength.”

“Good. Are you up to combat steering?” asked Kurin seriously, “We may need you at the helm in an hour or so. The Longin has been sighted, coming alone, over a day ahead of the other ships of the flotilla.”

“But – the Longin is your home ship,” protested Darkistry. “You can’t mean for me to sink her!”

“I certainly hope not!” said Kurin animatedly. “But it may be necessary to bluff her or even,” she tried to swallow a lump in her throat, “teach her the same kind of lesson that you gave the Fauline.”

The others all looked at Kurin with sympathy. They understood how hard that last order must have been to give, for no matter it was phrased they understood that it was an order.

“How do you want me to handle the contact phase?” asked both Tanlin and Darkistry at virtually the same time.

Kurin thought for a moment. “I don’t know anything about combat situations. How would you do it, Darkistry?”

With complete sureness, Darkistry answered, “I’d pull tight into the eye of the wind, maintaining bare steerageway, and let most sail go slack. I’d furl no sail but maintain the crew ready to catch the wind. That would let the Longin approach from downwind, which is where I’d want to keep her. We’d look helpless. Actually, we’d be ready to set up an attack run on a moment’s notice.”

“That sounds good,” said Kurin, now into the intellectual part of the problem. “Do either of you have any ideas that may help?” she inquired of Tanlin and Barad both.

“Hostages,” said Barad promptly. “If they want any of us to go aboard, we need to get them to send folk aboard the Grandalor. We can take them for security against our safe return.”

Chapter 25: Contact

Aboard the Longin, Acting Captain Kotance Warn Grinna had been busy since he had received the message revealing where the Grandalor was hidden. He had sounded out crewmen and women who might be interested in becoming officers on the Grandalor after they took her. He had recruited a cadre of folk who were looking for a shortcut way to officer’s shares. Apparently, they were like minded to himself.

Now, he ordered his picked men to their stations. “Is everybody clear on this? To insure that there is no interference with the plan, you men guard the shops. Don’t let the Masters out or send messages until we have captured the Grandalor. Guard detail, go! Boarding party, form up. Cron, go get knives from the armory. Prepare to launch the boats!” Just a few more hours – a day at the most …

Aboard the Dark Dragon, Sula watched with consternation as the Wide Wing that had been circling and wheeling in the sky ahead of them as a guide, suddenly left them behind. It swept up high, stooped toward the bows, pulled out of the dive streaking north, almost out of sight, climbed and repeated the performance. Then it circled up high and began riding the wind, straight north, as swiftly as a Sea Hawk could fly, out of sight.

“Something’s as wrong as an Ord in a net of fish!” she signed emphatically. “Sound the hailing drum. I need to go aboard the Soaring Bird as soon as possible.”

She turned to the Officer of the Watch and her fingers told him, “Mister Morson, you will have the ship in my absence. Our target is the local 00 West by 800 North. As soon as I, Captain Sarfin, and the Council representatives have transferred, put on all sail and come as swiftly as possible. Rig for battle but do not engage without clear orders from myself or Captain Huld. We will link up at the target.” She did not waste time asking if the orders were clear. Nobody on her bridge needed to be told twice unless they asked for a repeat.

While the hailing drum was calling the Soaring Bird close, Sula ran to Captain Sarfin’s quarters. He looked up from the parchments that he was working on in surprise at her haste.

“Sula, what’s the hurry?” he inquired mildly.

“The Wide Wing just left for the north as fast it can fly. It dived to our bow and pointed north, twice, then left. Something is wrong, and I don’t know what. Pack all that you need, especially the Council parchment. We are transferring to the Soaring Bird as soon as possible.”

“We?” asked Sarfin, starting to gather his files together. “Is it really so bad that you will leave your ship?”

“Yes,” Sula replied. “I will be packing in a moment. We need the fastest warship possible and the Soaring Bird is it.”

“I see. It will only take a few moments to pack my duffel.”

“Good, I will meet you at the starboard boarding ladder,” Sula said as she left to get the Council’s witness and the prosecutor.

As fast as he packed and got to the deck, Sula was there before him. It took a few more moments for the Council’s witness and the prosecutor to arrive. A crewman stood beside Sula holding a heavy crossbow with a long light line attached to the quarrel. That line was bent to a larger rope coiled neatly in a tub.

The Soaring Bird was pulling into position alongside. Sarfin watched with admiration as the two ships crept closer and closer, both sailing forward with undiminished speed. He knew the artistry with which both helms were being handled. When the ships were only about thirty feet apart, the crossbow-man fired and the quarrel sailed across the Soaring Bird’s deck, trailing the line.

Eager hands on the other ship seized the line and pulled it over to them, dragging the rope across. Soon the rope was secured between the two racing ships and a bosun’s chair rigged to it.

Without hesitation, Sarfin got into the flimsy seeming contraption and allowed himself to be secured to it with a line. Immediately, the crew of the Soaring Bird began pulling on their end of the rig, and hauled Sarfin across, swaying only feet above the waves below, to the safety of the deck. The moment that he was freed, the Dark Dragon’s crew pulled the bosun’s chair back for the Captain’s Council prosecutor, Captain Farrol of the Muline, and then the witness, Captain Urson of the Marganser. Sula was the last to transfer. As soon as she alighted on the deck of the Soaring Bird, the lines and ropes were sent back to the Dark Dragon.

Immediately, tocsins and horns began to sound, and both ships separated to a safe distance. They began to add more sail and drew everything into tight trim. The Soaring Bird pulled quickly away from the swift, but definitely slower Dark Dragon.

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4dorks-1windmage-1shadow · 5 years ago

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Vaati as a D&D Character, Part 6: Vaati

Inspired by a question I saw on @hauntinghyrule ‘s blog. My character analysis and thoughts on what character class the boys would be if they were D&D characters, and why. Also! @atinybitweird has been drawing the boys D&D designs, and she’s doing really great! I’ll link to her posts on the individual analysis as well as reblog them here so look out for those : D

Green / Red / Blue / Vio / Shadow / FS Zelda

As a preface, there won’t be any doubles on classes except in the case of dual-classing, and in those cases the first class I talk about my justifications for will be the primary class (i.e. the class they would have chosen at level one). My choices will be based on the character theming and personalities, even though at a base level it would be easy to say “they’re all paladins, duh” because of the implied “holy knight chosen by the gods to eradicate evil” concept. HA I TRICKED YOU We’re talking about Vaati now. I’m gonna blow your mind. Here’s a revolutionary concept I bet nobody’s thought of before (I’m being sarcastic do NOT message me): Vaati’s not a sorcerer, he’s a wizard. Or rather he was a wizard before he abandoned his studies to cheat his way to becoming a powerful Sorcerer. But Athena, he’s the Sorcerer of Winds, not the Wizard of Winds? Why is he a wizard then? BECAUSE CHILDHOOD THAT’S WHY. Vaati’s origin story is that he was the apprentice of a renowned and legendary Minish sage, Ezlo. Wizards are the only magic users who become magic users through study- both personal study and through apprenticeships and formal schooling. Until Vaati used Ezlo’s Wishing Cap to turn himself into a Sorcerer (thereby dual-classing from an intelligence based spellcaster to a charisma based spellcaster), he was probably learning to harness the arcane arts through good old fashioned book learning (and of course, Ezlo’s tutelage). He may have even chosen an Arcane Tradition to study under Ezlo before realizing that the Wishing Cap was a quicker shortcut to the power and change that he wanted to enact. You only need 2 levels in Wizard to choose an Arcane Tradition, and at that point the only abilities Vaati really has is some low-level Wizard spellcasting, Arcane Recovery, and the 2nd level Arcane Tradition ability which is pretty fitting and just shows how lazy Vaati ended up being. Every Arcane Tradition has a little section telling you what the school of magic is about, and the one that made me think “oh yeah, that’s what Vaati would be into” was the School of Transmutation description. It reads thus:

“You are a student of spells that modify energy and matter. To you, the world is not a fixed thing, but eminently mutable, and you delight in being an agent of change. You wield the raw stuff of creation and learn to alter both physical forms and mental qualities. Your magic gives you the tools to become a smith on reality’s forge.

Some transmuters are tinkerers and pranksters, turning people into toads and transforming copper into silver for fun and occasional profit. Others pursue their magical studies with deadly seriousness, seeking the power of the gods to make and destroy worlds.” - Player’s Handbook, Page 119

You’ll notice I bolded some stuff in those paragraphs- that’s because they can directly relate to events in Vaati’s timeline as a character. He has five forms which, as far as I know, makes him the villain with the most forms out of all the Zelda villains. His most plot relevant moments involve him transmuting someone into a different form including himself, the Gleerok in the Cave of Flames, the Great Mayfly Fairy (in the manga), Ezlo, and Princess Zelda. His element is Wind, which is most commonly associated with change, adaptation and flexibility, and Transmutation is about mastering magic that does these exact things. Vaati’s ultimate goal was to become a “perfect” version of himself by finding the Light Force and using it to turn himself into a god, which worked for the entire Vaati Reborn battle. If he had just applied himself to his studies under Ezlo, he wouldn’t have needed to cheat and use the Wishing Cap to make himself a powerful sorcerer. Just for fun, lets talk about what he would have gained by only being a wizard. First, he would have access to certain spells that he could cast without using spell slots, including Polymorph. School of Transmutation lets him create a Transmuter’s Stone, which he can use to grant himself darkvision, increase his speed, grant himself proficiency in Constitution saving throws, or resistance to acid, cold, fire, lightning or thunder damage. This Transmuter’s Stone could later be used to emit a burst of power that would allow him to transform objects no bigger than a 5 ft cube into other objects of similar sizes, masses and value, as well as remove all curses, diseases and poisons from an afflicted person while healing them to their maximum HP; he would be able to cast Raise the Dead without using a spell slot and even if he didn’t have it written in his spell book, and even use it to reverse the effects of aging on a person to a minimum of 13 years. He could have had a fucking Philosopher’s Stone but he CHEATED!!! Wizards by far have the most diverse amount of spells that they can learn, and by only taking 2 levels in wizard he locks himself into only having access to level 1 wizard spells and cantrips. By taking Sorcerer, he still gets access to 9th level sorcerer spells, but the amount of 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th and 9th level sorcerer spells is half the amount of wizard spells of those same levels. His spells have a wider range of versatility with the Metamagic options supplied by the Sorcerer class, and although he wouldn’t get the cool perks of Transmutation Wizard, Storm Sorcery is nothing to joke about. This is where the Sorcerer of the Winds part comes in- Vaati altered reality using the Wishing Cap and imbued himself with the power of elemental air. He finally gets to use those sweet sweet Evocation, Conjuration and Necromancy spells that I theorize Ezlo wouldn’t have let him dabble into much because the Minish are a peaceful race- why would their sages need to know Meteor Swarm (Evocation) or Flaming Sphere (Conjuration) or Soul Cage (Necromancy)? And Storm Sorcery perks are pretty awesome. Vaati learns to speak, read and write the language of elementals, and whenever he casts a spell of 1st level or higher he can fly up to 10 feet without provoking opportunity attacks. He gains resistance to lightning and thunder damage, and when casting spells of 1st level or higher that deal lightning or thunder damage he can cause anyone within 10 feet of him to take lightning/thunder damage equal to half his sorcerer level automatically. Eventually, when he’s hit with melee attacks he can deal lightning damage to the attacker equal to his sorcerer level and push them away with a burst of wind, up to 20 feet. And his two levels in wizard mean that he still gets the highest Storm Sorcery ability at 18th level: immunity to lightning and thunder damage, and a magical flying speed of 60 feet. Vaati’s transformation really just gives him all of his wishes on a platter, no pun intended- the freedom to fly and power to wield the elements and change himself on the fly- and his high Intelligence stat means he knows how to use those abilities to gain the advantage, making him a formidable opponent and party member. In conclusion, Vaati is a level 2 Transmutation Wizard, who dual-classed to Storm Sorcery Sorcerer through the power of a wish.

#IM SO PISSED #I HAD THIS POST WRITTEN OUT #AND THEN MY COMPUTER ZOOMED OUT BECAUSE MY HANDS BRUSHED AGAINST THE TOUCH PAD #AND IT DELETED MY WHOLE FUCKING POST #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #THIS WAS WRITTEN OUT OF RAGE #FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK #FUCK THIS SHIT #FUCK MY SHITTY COMPUTER #four swords #minish cap #vaati #character analysis #dungeons and dragons #im done writing this and less angry so i will just say #vaati changing from an intelligence spellcaster to a charisma spellcaster makes sense if you take into account four swords games #specifically the first one #where he kidnaps maidens and stuff #which means he had a stupid amount of confidence in how charming he actually was or he actually was that charming #and zelda was just having none of it #editing the tags to say #what if the wishing cap was a wizard hat #just sayin y'all

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