#stream dust and ashes btw

[vampyresonata]

Bury me in burgundy, I just don't care! Nothing's left-- I looked everywhere! Is this how I die? Was there ever any other way my life could be?

andrew means a lot to me and the arc that he is on will stab me so hard into the chest. i just know it. epitaph makes me think. a lot.

[the-last-cuddlebender]

I wish you would write a fic where Aang is just flustered and is amassed at katara while she’s just doing nothing ❤️maybe after the balcony kiss (btw your my favorite fic writer 💕)

*smacks table* *kicks a chair over* *screams into the void*

(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) NO YOU’RE MY FAVORITE, ANON😤❤💕💖

Ngl tho, this prompt and one other have been haunting me for so long oml I just for the longest time drew complete blanks like...just nothing came to me. Nada. I even tried getting a legit 12 straight hours of sleep to turn my brain off and back on again but nOpE. I really wanted to keep it related to after the balcony kiss since I wanted the challenge, but gosh did it fight me. My brain go poof I hope you’re happy for making me question everything, Anon lol

Anywho, I love and cherish you, Anon, you bean, you godsend, you magnificent angel, you🥰~ I hope you enjoy the fic!!!

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Aang kneaded his right thumb into his left palm. The scars there were small and white and hardly noticeable unless he held his hand right to his face.

It was peculiar, to say the least. Only the hand that received Ozai’s lightning bore a shadow of his opponent’s cold fire. The belly of his palm was a memory of death barely avoided, but he tried (...tried…tried very, very hard...) to imagine the milky pattern on pale skin as looking like a leaf’s veins when held up to the sunlight.

Aang rolled his lip between his teeth. He was going to tear something if he crouched for much longer. The scars burned without burning, and he wasn’t sure which fate was worse. Was it even considered a scar if it was never open? It was just there after the battle like it was a maker’s mark on a finished piece.

Katara would know—there was little that she didn’t know—, but she had been far too exhausted for him to even consider asking—

Katara...

Aang’s face burned like the fire she lit in his cheeks was eternal.

If he was perfectly honest, he didn’t remember feeling the kiss.

He only remembered how the kiss felt.

Because remembering the moment when Katara redefined what happiness felt like was a moment Aang would never forget.

His shoulders rose to his ears; his face smoldered as giddy magma crawled up his neck. He teetered to one side when thoughts of her shifted gravity. Maybe it was a good thing that he was crouching, after all.

Katara…

...But then he looked at his estranged left palm and the new maker’s mark that it bore.

...And his heart crisped and flaked into ashes piling in the pit of his chest.

The scarring changed nothing but uprooted everything. It was a cancer, black and numb on his hand, like it was suffering from frostbite and needed to be removed.

The estranged left palm that saved his life was the same hand Katara held—all those months ago—when they kissed that day in the dark, trapped and alone, in an inky-black Earth Kingdom cave.

The kiss was a gentle waltz turning into a speedy tango, but her hand on his was the tug to lift him out of his chair. It was the strike of flint and steel that burned away the cobwebs in his heart and brushed aside all dust to welcome something new.

...Katara...

Sokka had interrupted before Aang could ask her to be his girlfriend. Time was an illusion, but time was precious. Memories framed in moments were the beginnings of beautiful new somethings.

What they were, though...

He really hoped Katara knew better than him. Of course, she would—there was little that she didn’t know.

Did the kiss make it—them—official? They said more in words unspoken than words said aloud ever could, but they hadn’t had a moment of peace since then. Surely, he had to ask her. He really, really wanted to, too. It didn’t feel right to celebrate an anniversary without a proper date—Spirits, he and Katara were gonna have an anniversary, oh Spirits—

Aang’s palm stared back at him. Embarrassment hit him like a skybison at full-speed.

Katara had nearly killed him during the meeting that morning.

Holding his hand—that hand—under the table was toying with whatever gave his heart reason to beat.

Aang had hugged her times a-plenty, but he had never held her hand in that way for that long. It eclipsed their kiss and left him powerless like a suddenly doused fire.

...It had felt like he was poisoning her—like he was touching her with an open wound. 

Aang slumped a little more in the corner of the balcony and stared at his callouses like they could tell him what to do.

The sunset was a smirk mocking his plight, but the moonrise was a gentle grin trying (...trying…trying very, very hard...) to heal his hurts.

Katara hated holding his hand. He felt that she did. She muted the room for him when she touched him; it brought her every reaction into stark relief. He had briefly wondered if that was what Toph felt like when she sensed when someone was lying.

Katara had stiffened. She even shifted like she couldn’t get comfortable. The breath that left her was fast at first like she was just told bad news. Her exhales after that were deep and almost seething.

...The worst part was when she wouldn’t look at him. She only glared about and around them.

Aang slumped from his crouch until his rear hit the ground. His right thumb stayed married to his left palm, and the white lightning stung tender like something freshly burned. He only partially wished that he had the top of his robes on when the thought of her regretting him cut the strings that held him together; he was a puppet collapsing against the balcony wall and sliding down gritty concrete. His scar—another reminder of her—stung him like smacks to the face and melted him into something made of noodles.

The moon was a bit higher, now, but its grin wasn’t any more reassuring than before. The bugs and small critters must have become annoyed with his melting because there was silence like Hei Bai’s forest when Aang made himself smaller than his shadow and dragged his kneading hand even closer to his face.

Their kiss—she had kissed him—barbed him with a sting like thorns on a rose bush except laced with poison and fiberglass. It was decaying from the start of something new into the empty longing for a once in a lifetime occurrence. 

Something shot him in the leg and crippled what made him Aang.

His right thumb kneading his left palm slipped and dug a fingernail into a callous.

He was goo freezing over—a body consumed by jennamite.

Aang breathed out, about to take the inhale to fuel the first hiccup dancing on his shaking lip—

—but then Katara stepped onto the balcony and leaned up against the bars.

Being an airbender had its perks, and his lungs not popping from the force and fullness of his panicked inhale was definitely one of them. He was a statue—a deformed gargoyle that looked more horrific to behold than to cross—, and the glimpse of Katara’s soft grin became a braided noose refusing to let him exhale.

None of the lights were lit.

Spirits, did he love his moonrise and the weakness that she gave him.

Katara was staring into something that didn’t exist on this plane and smiling at something he couldn’t see. She was a stilled lake normally raging and powerful and beautiful to behold. He wouldn’t dare disturb her. She was as calm as a reflection.

Sudden exposure reminded him of stepping into a forbidden part of the Southern Air Temple, and his presence became a violation of something precious. Katara was remembering moments of beautiful new somethings if the way she absentmindedly bent a stream of water about one wrist—her bending her joy unhindered—was anything to go by.

Aang blushed a shade of red that Aunt Wu could have mistaken as the intended location for eruption from the Symbol of Volcanic Doom. He closed his eyes, covered his ears, and dared to shimmy into the shadow of the corner. Katara was a warrior unmatched and without equal. That’s why she was Master Katara. He could no sooner escape her than escape the earthshaking hammer-blows that the hint of her smile drove into his chest. 

He sat on a tightrope whose cables were snapping and unwinding.

It was only when he felt weaker in a way that made him stronger that he peaked an eye open.

Katara was crouched and more concerned than bemused. “Aang?” She touched the knee that had curled to his chest and was threatening to buckle into his sternum. “Are you okay?”

…’Okay’ was a subjective and circumstantial term.

His voice was the sound of rubber sliding water off of wet glass. “M-hm.”

“What are you doing out here alone and...in the corner?”

“Well, I was just...Well, y’know…” His right thumb stuck to his left palm like they were nailed together. He tried (...tried...tried very, very hard...) to hide his wound from her. “Moon ‘s nice ‘n…’n stuff.”

Katara mulled over his words, said and unsaid. Her stare was an examination checking his vitals—his heart, his soul, and his happiness. She hummed a thoughtful sound that bookmarked her place in the pages of him.

It all happened in under the time it took her to breathe. Aang nearly stopped breathing altogether when she tapped her finger on his knee.

“You’re hiding on the balcony because ‘Moon ‘n stuff’?”

“...Yes?”

She spared his ‘hidden’ fiddling hands a half-lidded glance. “Aang...”

“What?”

Katara flicked his arrow. Then, she waited.

Aang didn’t crack. He melted. 

“I was just—I thought…” He deflated. “I needed somewhere to think.”

Something about his words or the way that he said them made every bit of her soft. Her concern riddled him with holes, and, when she settled on the ground before him and propped her head on her arms on his knees, there was barely any of him left to keep him together.

“You wanna talk about it? It’s okay if you don’t. I just haven’t seen that look on your face since...Well, I can’t remember since when.”

One part of Aang threatened to grab the other part of him and throw him into a volcano.

He was making her worry. He should never make her worry, especially over something so silly—

He opened his mouth but hesitated. He didn't want to say no.

“Not—Not now.”

His honesty tamed her like she could feel it as easily as a temperature change. “It’s not something hurting you, right?”

Yes.

“No.”

Katara frowned with her eyes.

Then, she stood.

(Spirits, Aang loved his moonrise.)

“Take my hand.”

Aang’s heart took a trip to the tiny star just to the right of the moon.

She looked at him, and he felt hot cinders flake from his face and into his twisting belly. It sparked a fire so hot that it turned his sea of chi into an ocean of molten ore.

He was suddenly empty of something and filled to the brim with something else.

Katara’s hand was an invitation without equal, and the instinct to grab hold and never let go was a god’s hand trying to push him forward. 

He almost did.

But then his right thumb paused on his left palm, and white lightning struck him down.

Katara flinched like she felt it.

Aang curled into a knot like he could still hide it. 

Kneeling, Katara unraveled him without touching him. Her eyes found his and held him in place not like in a trap but like in a hug. Too soon his right thumb was hushed away from his left palm and his estranged hand was held close to her face. 

Aang couldn’t remember hearing her words, but he felt what she was saying.

Her sorrow nearly tore him apart.

Luckily, her smile kept his shredded heart together. 

And the kiss to his white lightning and the three points of his hand’s arrow put air back into his lungs. He dove into the cool-blue look she gave him and drowned himself in all that she was. 

He was filled with clouds so puffy that they threatened to let loose their rain, but his eyes became only wet and never misty. He smiled beyond the limits of what anatomy allowed when her face turn as red as his felt.

She said something that put his pieces back together, and she looked at him with something that gave him the strength. Cherry-red metal poured from a kiln and wept up her neck and into her cheeks.

Katara rolled her eyes to something that wasn’t there, disappeared inside, and returned with a mass of blankets.

“What are all the blankets for?”

“Moon ‘n stuff,” Katara said as she finished her nest of comforters and fortified quilt walls. 

Then she offered her hand again—she slipped it loosely into his own and waited for him to hold her first. 

“Sit with me.”

Aang shouldn’t have been as giddy as he was, and Katara pursed her smile like she was struggling not to enjoy his happiness too much when she tugged him up from the ground and laid with him against cushioned concrete. 

Moon ‘n Stuff was laughing and pointing out funny bits in constellations of their own designs. It was gossiping all the good rumors and their hopes about which of them might be true.

Katara crowned him King of their Chateau of Comforters with the softest blanket she had. It was blue and smelled like mornings when he could sleep in and like the small joys of finding warm things in cold places.

Katara accepted his invitation into his Blanket Castle within their Comforter Chateau. The blanket was plenty big for both of them and tied them together in a fuzzy cocoon.

She relaxed against him like she was sinking into warm water. The air that left her was fast at first like she just saw something she dearly missed. Every exhale after that was slow and satisfied—drunk on the indescribable and bewitched by the unimaginable. Aang felt her every movement so clearly that he wasn’t sure whether to give thanks or repent for the precious moment she was creating with him.

But then she shifted like she couldn’t get comfortable enough.

And she dragged an eye open to glare at any critter’s sound breaking their peace.

That was when Aang understood.

That was also when Aang lost it.

The urge to laugh was so overwhelming that it didn’t process into the bodily function, instead filling him from toe to brim with small giggles and soft feelings.

Katara didn’t want to share.

Of course, she didn’t.

Their moments were their moments, and he was hers and hers alone.

Master Katara was a being without equal, but Aang knew that which even she didn’t know.

Don’t worry about them. It’s just you and me right now.

Aang’s confidence limped back to him and convinced his estranged left hand to sidle towards hers. He touched the back of it with two fingers—an almost mute invitation, an almost silent knock on the door.

Katara laced her fingers with his like it was the most natural thing in the world. She handled it not like it was something wounded but like it was something precious, and she kissed all of his knuckles before cooling his white lightning with the gentle touches of her snowy-soft palm.

The hands were the most sacred part of a bender. They were the outlets from which their soul leaked. They were the culmination of all of their senses to interact with the world.

Aang’s world shyly smiled and fiddled with her hair. She shifted like she couldn’t decide on which spot against him or which way to hold him would bring them as close as she wanted. 

She wouldn’t even look at him for fear of changing color and state of matter from beautiful young woman to gorgeous little puddle.

She blushed like something beautiful coming into bloom.

Then, she said something.

Her words bypassed all feeling and branded themselves onto his heart

“...want to be my boyfriend? O-Only if you want to...because I want to, so...um...”

She inhaled on the word like she was telling good news and hoping for the universe to talk back to her.

Aang’s current incarnation threatened to be kicked out from under him and reborn into the Water Tribes.

His head nodded like it was trying to make a break for it.

Katara laughed like it was the only language she knew.

They shared each others’ smiles in a shy kiss that felt like a brushing of souls—like the gentle zap of lightning between earth and sky that brought beauty and shook all that they knew but brought with it no scars or destruction.

She squeezed his hand.

He kissed her again just because he could.

White lightning and snowy-soft touches connected what made them each other.

Aang wilted like soggy grass, full of that which gave him life and drunk on all that she gave him.

His hand didn’t hurt anymore. His heart was starting to ache, though. It was going to burst if he looked at her for much longer.

His night got darker when Katara closed her eyes, but he welcomed the weakness his rising full moon gave him.

She fell asleep against his side, and even when Aang no longer felt his arm, he didn’t dare move.

The balcony was empty except for them, and his heart was full of only her.

Katara mumbled once, shifted twice, and adjusted her grip to hug the whole of his arm.

She was hardly doing anything, but her doing nothing did everything to him.

Aang’s courage found him just as Katara found her new favorite spot.

He kissed her cheek, but, if he was being honest, he didn’t remember feeling the kiss.

“...I love you.”

He only remembered how her smile felt.

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I hope you enjoyed, Anon! I know this isn’t Katara doing “nothing”, per se, but this is what my mush-brain put down when I sat and wrote😅  (I did, however, tuck that little ”doing nothing” idea away for different ficlet👀)

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[monomas-a-smug-bih]

Hi could I get another Bakugou scenario! (there not dating yet btw) reader is fighting with a villain who turns out to be her sister specifically the one that caused her parents deats to get into the leage? She’s broken and sorta loses it. Angst with a Fluff ending please owo -anon

Oooh interesting, I really dragged this one out though lmao my bad

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You tackled your “sister” to the ground, furious at all this nonsense she’d been sputtering. It was only to taunt you, you told yourself, it can’t be true... but her merciless and cocky expression told you otherwise.

“Oh aren’t you just precious, you always were they’re favourite anyways. The only thing that matters to me is the League!” Despite being pinned to the ground her face lunged closer to yours. “Those worthless adults can burn in Hell for all I care!” You gasped, the grip on his wrists tightening, you pushed your knees into her sides. And to your surprise, they’d started to crumble. Like the dirt you’d slammed her onto, her body started turning an earthy brown, rising up from her toes and soon up her neck. No. She can’t leave, not after saying something like that!

“STOP IT!”

“Bye bye, “little sister.”” Her eyes rolled back and went blank, the earthy tones finally flashing over the rest of her figure, completing the earth-clone. Her body went solid so she could flee somewhere else. You sat there in shock for a second. Your missing older sister, a villain? Specifically the one who- you growled and screamed, leaning back and swinging your upper half to punch the replica across the face infuriated by such betrayal. Only for it to hurt like hell, it felt like you’d just punched a block of cement.

But you didn’t care,

not anymore.

So overcome by frustration and rage and sadness and emotions you couldn’t even name... you hit it, over and over. The statue’s head had eventually cracked and even shattered to pieces like a pile of sand, starting to fade into some kind of dust, the same eventually happened to the fake body beneath you. It stung your blazing eyes, irritated your flared nostrils. Everything seemed to sting and itch and hurt. Your throat sore from screaming, yours ears ringing from the power passed down to you as it shook and tore the ground beneath shaky knees.

Your quirk that was oh so similar to her’s feeling like nothing but a curse, a connection to that filthy lying-

you rammed your fist down ruthlessly once again. Since your poor hands had nothing left to pummel, your tortured knuckles just desperately dug up and hit the sandy dust away. Up until you were hitting the hard, dirty, rock floor to the point it started to crack, ignoring the blood beginning to speckle the torn ground. Pants and angry cries started to jump from your lips, caused by this unbearable emotional turmoil you’d somehow been spiralled into. The earth seemed to shake, dust running around your hunched over and dangerous form low to the ground like rippling waves. You felt your tight lungs heave for air, only managing to make this nightmare you were drowning in pull you back to sick reality.

You rose your fist up once again. This time sitting up to hammer your anger into the bloody soil and break it to pieces with both weakened hands. But to your annoyance, you couldn’t. A thick and rough orange and green gloved hand seized you by the wrist. But you didn’t care, the rage and frustration in your throbbing veins bringing your free hand to clutch your held wrist, ripping it down onto the ground so harshly it send waves of dust across the floor, sending wind to rush through the surprised boy’s swaying ash blonde bangs, his sharpened wide eyes burning into you. Bakugou looked shocked, he retracted his hand. After the sudden pause in your fit, you felt all your feelings start to numb, your emotions starting to fade. You hit the dirt again, the adrenaline’s absence from your muscles making you hit it much weaker than before. You tried again and again, only to feel even more deflated, leaving you only with the underlying sadness you’d been raging over on the first place. You bit your lip to silence a whimper, looking down at your sore hands until squeezing them into trembling fists. Of course he’d have to see you like this, so weak so pathetic. Gritting your teeth you felt a new liquid rush down your face, it wasn’t blood or sweat this time, but a tear. You sucked in air sharply, falling forward a little but catching yourself. Another stream dropped down your cheek, then you felt the same wetness run down your other cheek, confirming your total state and feelings of absolute hopelessness and embarrassment at your very own behaviour.

Bakugou jogged over and rushed to your side, assuming you’d finally taken out that incredibly annoying villain. But what he found was definitely unexpected. He spotted a broken-hearted girl hit the dirt again and again, to the point where he had to stop her. Now, she’d turned into a mess, fallen forward hunching over on her scratched up and dusty elbows, whimpering and cursing her own existence. He felt an odd pang in his tightening chest. Was it pity? It was weird, he wasn’t really used to feeling this sympathetic around people. None the less he wanted to make you stop, your cries weren’t only frustrating but no way in hell did he want to see someone he almost considered a rival this...this weak!

“Hey.” Nothing. He growled. “Hey!” Her trembling form didn’t make any moves. The reason this was pissing him off so much was the obvious fact here, you were anything but weak. He’s sparred and fought by your side multiple times, he even admitted to himself that you’d definitely grown on him. Your competitive and resilient nature extremely easy to get used to. But here he was, watching you so unusually shaky and fragile looking. And Bakugou wasn’t used having to comfort anyone either, so he felt sorta awkward and strangely useless. But he decided he needed to do something, and pushed a persistent padded hand onto your back sternly, rose red eyes focused. “Stop that shit already!”

The shakiness he felt on your back paused, you leaned up a little bit. You arms straightening out enough to support yourself, but tangled h/c tendrils shielded and stuck to your roughed up face. The fact he still found you beautiful this damaged almost bothered him, he couldn’t help but iternally admire you for pushing yourself to change your attitude almost right away. You tried your best to breath, realizing how hard such a simple thing had gotten once you’d almost lost it. Despite your back being sore and bruised, his hand there felt nice, reassuring even, you felt you had (if even just a little bit of it) Bakugou’s support, potentionally someone to finally lean on. You gulped, your vision of the crumbling dirt beneath you finally clearing. You tried to speak, despite how sore and dry your throat felt. Your chapped lips pulled apart, you felt Bakugou’s strangely pretty eyes on you in wait for a response.

“I...I-I...” your shaky voice betrayed you, so you just sighed and looked at the stained soil, a couple more small tears dripping down and wetting it’s surface. You quit, could you really even attempt to put your scrambled thoughts to words?

Bakugou felt like something had grabbed hold onto his heart and squeezed. He sat there almost bewildered by your rarely vulnerable state, until he realized you weren’t planning on speaking and had given up again. He huffed, something told him to bring his hand off of your back, and he faced you. Roughly, but in his own thoughtful way, he parted your h/c locks, scooping it up and brushing it back, then pressing the stubborn hand to your forehead so you’d look at him. You did so reluctantly, curious sorrowful eyes bouncing up to his crimson ones. The way your glassy e/c orbs seemed to brighten up and sparkle at the action made his heart beat irrationally fast. Slowly, a small but thankful smile climbed onto your face, he swore that damned organ of his would jump right out of his chest, pink dusting his cheeks. It faded away again though your smile, her eyes bouncing to the ground before leaning forward. Bakugou felt his breath hitch.

You leaned in and rested your head square on his chest. The ash blonde boy blinked his ruby red eyes confused. Had you finally gone unconscious? He hoped you couldn’t hear how stupid his heart was beating...

“...y/n?” You sniffled in response. Since your fit of rage was calmed, the silence finally sunk in. You enjoyed the temporary peace, exhaling calmly. But aside from that, you hadn’t forgotten the events that had just occurred; your own sister being a villain, a murderer. You tried to swallow your disbelief, but tears still seemed to stick to your lash line. Bakugou rose a brow, what the hell were you doing? “Oi-“ he stopped himself, feeling your drained and damaged arms snake around his waist, you squeezed the black fabric of his hero costume. He gulped, not missing the shakiness of your movements. He watched his gauntlets flash a faint orange, did you really make his damn hands that clammy? He huffed annoyed, still confused and flustered by your actions at this point.

You gulped, unable to hold your remaining sobs in any longer, digging your head a little closer to his chest to hide your grieving form. You finally broke, letting all your remaining emotions flood into him. Bakugou just frozen little concerned, placing a hesitant hand on your shoulder blade once he’d heard you’d started crying again. You sniffled, finally feeling your head clear. You could finally breath again. Shyly and sorta needily, you slid a hand up his well-built back and shoulder blades. You put your hand on the back of his warm neck and pushed the dense boy’s spiky head down onto your shoulder. Now that he was low enough, you rested your chin on a comfy spot by his shoulder. You giggled sadly a little in your head. Has this unapproachable dummy never been hugged before?

The explosive boy leaned over involuntarily. He was about to question and protest, but then he felt your warm face rest in the space between his shoulder and neck. His brows bounced up in surprise, why the hell were you hugging him?! After a moment or two you still hadn’t let go, he let out an “annoyed” sigh and did his best to squeeze you back with his ridiculous gauntlets. You hummed peacefully, finally melting into his touch. Bakugou felt a weird feeling in his stomach, he’d never been this close to you before, especially not like this. Despite the dusty and deadly air, your hair still seemed to smell warm and welcoming to him, feeling your finally rhythmic breath pet his neck made his mind spiral a bit. You felt even better than you thought you would in his strong arms, safe, secure. He smelled of sweat and ash, but aside from the harsh scent and his rash attitude, the familiarity of it all was so soothing and comforting. Bakugou gulped, feeling her breath brush his ear,

“Thank you,” she muttered softly, her addictively friendly voice seeming an octave higher than usual.

The sound of feet clattering against the earth interrupted you two, you opened your tired eyes, spotting a blob of dark reds, than a yellowy and a pinky one beside him. You pulled away, a hand still lingering on the explosion user’s forearm. Kirishima’s cheerful voice reached your ears.

“Hey! You guys okay over here!?” They ran over waving, Kaminari looked absolutely exhausted, Mina shot you two a concerned look with her piercing yellow eyes. You wiped your damp cheeks and rubbed your own eyes, ignoring your several injuries and heaving yourself to your feet without thinking twice. Which had been a very terrible choice you might add.

“Y-yeah we’re fine.” You said only half truthfully, feeling your legs and arms burn and throb now that your high on adrenaline was over. You felt a hand jump up to the small of your back, startling you a bit.

“Oi! Don’t get up so damn fast you idiot!” You looked over to the wild haired boy beside you, sending him a grateful smile, earning an odd look in return. Mina glanced at Bakugou and then sent you a curious look, almost deviously. The pain you felt in your calves when you lifted a foot to step forward wiped the smile right off of your face. You’d definitely overdone it this time. You grabbed your left knee for support, only for your unhappy body to send pins and needles running down your whole leg to almost get back at you for being so reckless.

“L-l/n!” Kaminari spoke as your fell back down on one knee. You grunted, wincing and trying to push yourself back up.

Your bubbly friend Mina rushed over to help. “Don’t push yourself so hard y/n! Here let me-“ The pink skinned girl had just crouched down when you were somehow lifted up off of your aching lower half, the hand that’d been on your back now hooked around your waist protectively. Bakugou slung your arm over his shoulder nonchalantly, steadying you like a huge sturdy crutch.

“Just fucking lean on me and stop being such a damn handful already.” He said surprisingly calmly, not even asking for permission or complaining before helping you out. When you looked his way he was staring ahead boredly, but you’d never miss the slight pinky tint on his ears and cheeks. You grinned at the aggressively caring gesture. You all started walking to find the others.

“Thanks Spikey.” He scoffed in disgust, up until he noticed the shocked look on all of his close friend’s faces walking on either side of you two. Mina’s wild rosey curls bounced as she jumped up practically squealing, thrusting a fist in the air.

“I knew it I knew it! You guys are totally dating!” She held her chin proudly like she’d just cracked some unsolvable case wide open.

“Mina!” Kirishima scolded her like a parent would their insensitive child.

“HAAH?! Shut your goddamn m-mouth Raccoon-Eyes!”

“*gasp* is Bakugou-senpai st-stuttering?” Kaminari chirped with a dramatic hand over his mouth teasingly, only making the situation worse.

“I SAID SHUT IT!”

“HE TOTALLY DIDN’T SAY NO!” Her dark eyes widened in delight, her grin widening even more.

“NO! ISN’T IT OBVIOUS YOU SHITTY ALIEN!” The angry blonde snapped.

“Obvious you two are meant for each other~ And that’s not an insult, aliens are hella cool!”

You could tell Mina’s persistence was starting to get to him, but seeing such a tough face so red and flustered was too adorable to stop this great exchange. Bakugou’s shoulders felt extremely hot, he looked like he was about to literally explode. But you couldn’t help but let go of the genuine chuckle you’d been holding in, chortling and soon bursting into an honest fit of laughter at the looks on your friend’s’ faces.

Bakugou whipped his head to the side, an adorably honest laugh reaching his ears. Your scraped up yet delighted face smiled brightly until your eyes squinted shut, showing off your long lashes that seemed to compliment your shining eyes he always got lost in just right. Your cute fit of giggles was music to his ears. Once you realized all eyes were on you now, you blinked and stopped self-consciously. You eyed everyone as they waked, then looked to your left. The fact Bakugou had already been staring down at you so intently meant when you turned to look at him you almost bashed foreheads. You rose a brow at his determined looking red orbs, watching the annoyed twitch of his furrowed brows and the forced scowl on his smooth looking face. You stared at the boy curiously, heat rushing to your face because of the lack of space between you two. Sudden thoughts of what it’d be like if Mina’s statement had been true started flooding your brain, would Bakugou Katsuki really go for someone like you?

The intensity rising between you two made eye contact seem like the most difficult thing ever, you were almost nose-to-nose after all. But when his dazzling eyes bounced down to your lips you almost lost it, whipping your flushed face away and flattening your mouth into a straight line all flustered. His l-lips were almost touching m-m... you slapped your free hand over your mouth. Of course that just fueled everyone’s fire.

“See just look at them! I’m telling you, it’s lov-“ the friendly shark-toothed redhead interrupted her frantically.

“MINA!”

Meanwhile you and Bakugou sat there red-faced. But the look on Kaminari’s horrified face made a subconscious smile climb back onto your rosey features. Then a thought came to mind. Looking at all of these friends you’d made at UA high, having a villainous evil sister didn’t seem so bad. Maybe the family you’d never had to start out with was just waiting to be found, in caring people like these. You let out a relieved sigh, feeling the ‘hm?!’ falling from the blonde boy’s lips make his chest rumble. An exhausted giggle left your lips.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

~•~

[oldnatgwenaccount]

Infinity War

Bucky Barnes

Masterlist

Description: You are finally reunited with your fiancé Bucky after he went back into crying-freeze but with the end of the world underway things do go according to plan.

Requested: no

"When you said you were going to open Wakanda to the rest of the world, this is not what I imagined." Okoye says, walking alongside T'Challa.

"What did you imagine?"

"The Olympics, maybe even a Starbucks."

"Please Okoye. Just be patient."

The Quinjet lands and Steve, you, Nat, Vision, Wanda, Bruce, Rhodey, and Sam all walk off.

"It seems like I'm always thanking you for something." Steve says.

"Anything for you Cap." T'Challa says, shaking Steve's hand. Bruce bows and T'Challa looks at him. "Please, we don't do that here."

"What do have to help with both of the situations at hand?" You ask as you follow T'Challa.

"Well for your friend's situation, my sister Shuri can figure it out. And as for your end of the world, you have my army, the army of each tribe here in Wakanda-" T'Challa is interrupted a certain friend joining the group.

"And a 100 year old, semi-stable super soldier."

"Hey Buck." Steve says hugging him. You stand there in shock.

"Hey doll." Buck says turning to you. You say nothing and just wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him.

"I've missed you so much." You cry.

"Me too doll. Me too."

While the team went up to Shuri's lab to help Vision, Bucky took you on a stroll through the place he had been living in for the last year.

"It's so beautiful." You say, gazing at the land around you.

"It is. But not as beautiful as my amazing fiancé."

"Cheesy Barnes." You say, laughing.

"You love it." He says, pulling you closer to him causing you to wrap your arms around his neck

"Mmmmmm, you sure about that?” You laugh kissing him again.

Suddenly a loud bang is heard up above. You both break apart and look up to see and explosion up above on the barrier keeping Wakanda from the outside world.

"What the...." Bucky states but is interrupted by more explosions occurring on the land outside of the barrier.

You both look to each other and take off running towards the lab. Halfway there, you run into the rest of the Avengers that came with you. "What was that?" You asks.

"Don't know but we gotta find out. Lets go."

Everyone runs over to the field and suddenly they see two people standing at the forcefield.

Steve, T'Challa, Natasha, and you all walk up.

"Come back for another ass whopping? Where's your other friend?" You ask

"He will pay for his life with yours. Thanos will have that stone." The girl says.

"That's not gonna happen." Steve mutters, loud enough to be heard.

T'Challa steps forward. "You are in Wakanda now. Thanos will have nothing but dust, and blood."

"We, have blood to spare." Suddenly the pods open and creatures run out.

The team moves back to the rest. "They surrender?" Bucky questions.

"Not exactly." You answer.

Thousands of creatures run to the barrier and try to break through. "What are they doing?"

Everyone stars out at the creatures as a few break through and get cut in half. "They're killing themselves."

Many break through and run up. But are taken out before they can.

You see T'Challa speaking with concern into his comm connected to Shuri. "T'Challa. What are you doing?" You warningly ask.

"Ending this." He starts running as well as everyone else, you, Bucky, and Steve keeping up with the Panther.

The fight had begun. At one point you started to realize. "They're over powering us!" You shout while fighting. "There's too many!"

"Don't stop fighting!" T'Challa shouts. "Shuri now!" Suddenly the barrier opens and more run in.

"Are you crazy?! This was your plan?!"

Suddenly lightening comes down and you turn to see Thor with an axe, a trash panda and treeling thing. "Heard you could use some help." He says before taking down most of the creatures.

You're back to back with Bucky, circled by creatures. Suddenly the raccoon reaches you two and Bucky shouts. "Get down!" You drop and he grabs the animal by the neck and spins in a circle firing rapidly.

"That's a nice gun. How much?" The raccoon asks, once he's set down.

"Not for sale."

"Okay what about the arm?" Bucky glares and walks away, making you laugh.

"What's his problem?" The raccoon looks to you.

"A lot of things. I'm the Summer soldier."

"Rocket. What's his name?"

"Winter soldier." You say punching a creature to the ground.

"How'd he get that name?"

"German allies brainwashed him and turned him into a killing machine. It's what they called him, and it just stuck. He's fine now don't worry." You explain while you create vines that drag the creatures below ground.

"Where'd yours come from?"

"Well he's always closed off and dark spirited, and I'm always open and light spirited. Basically the opposite of him. And the opposite of winter is summer hence winter and summer soldier." You explain as you blast 4 more creatures with a gust of wind.

"Someone get to Vision!" You hear Steve shout.

"Adios Rocket." You say before summoning an air stream to carry you to Vision's aid. (BTW You are a super soldier as well and are able to control the four elements from an accident after you woke up from the ice.)

-^-^-^-^-^-

You finally come to after battling Thanos just to hear him say, "You should have gone for the head." And then he snapped his fingers.

Everything seemed fine until...

"Y/n... Steve...." you turn and see Bucky drop to the ground. You run over to him and place your hands on his cheeks. Then like that, he's ash. Gone. Just gone.

"No no no no no no. Bucky! Please! I just got you back! I can't loose you now!" You cry, your hands tangled with his ashes. Nat comes up and holds you as different people start to vanish. "Why?! Why him?!"

"I know sweetheart, I know." Nat repeats, rocking back and forth with you. You turn slightly and see Wanda vanish and Visions dead body. You pull away and run to beside his body.

"Oh god."

Steve drops beside you and grabs your hand, knowing how much you're hurting

"What are we gonna do Cap?"

Steve looks up to Nat, then over to you. You look to him then look to Nat.

[jawbreakers2015]

Player Profile: Hang

avid modder, occasional TO and montage video producer from Germany top 12 in the Jawbreakers Stunfest Qualifier (artwork of Drop by Kagu)

What names do you go by?

I used to go by Troke for the entirety of April. Which was based on a dumb coincidence where I talked to Neer and had one of my usual mobile spelling errors and I wrote "I'm having ha troke" instead of "having a stroke".

I wanted to go away from "Hang Boy" since quite some time as I specifically wanted to get rid of the "Boy" and just "Hang" felt wrong and was still associated to Hang Boy anyway. But I guess I'm back to that now.

Reason to why I wanted to rid myself of "Boy" was as simple as me linking my online persona to my OC (By choosing her for profile pictures on basically any platform) which then of course lead people to believe she is a male based on the thought "Hey this is Hang Boy. So the profile picture must also be Hang Boy".

The name Hang Boy btw occurred just as I started my first step into the internet, when I was a big fan of the Binding of Isaac. So i needed an online name and I ventured through Isaac related things. Which was when I came across the Tarot card "Hanged Man". So I just took that and adjusted a bit.

How do you feel about your performance in this tournament?

Was pretty okay. I didn't expect to get far into it. Although I'm a bit sad I didn't make the Top 8 picture. Only needed one win more as well.

However I would have been disappointed in everyone else, if they allowed for me to reach Top 3. So good that didn't happen.

What was your strategy preparing for and competing in the tournament?

I haven't played Blaze in weeks. The only times I played recently was to get some recordings for a Toxic montage. Right before the tournament I was more worried to finish my Isaac run. Which I did win!

And during the tournament was pretty much just "Turn some nice music on, jam to it, play some Nitro, do some silly cuff shenanigans, do dumb parry grab down throws so the viewers can laugh over something".

I did "fly" with Nitro in one match but sadly it wasn't streamed so only Hellraiser was able to see the glory of Flying Cuff™.

Which was your hardest match of the tournament?

Hellraiser I suppose. He did kick me out of it. I never really played him or saw him play and he didn't fall for my aggressive playstyle, so it was a tough time.

What surprised you most about the tournament?

Cherry's second place finish. I know he's good, I think he's underrated even.

But second place is a really good finish. Even more so beating JawDrop since, in my opinion, he has some of the craziest tech and can be really really confusing to play against.

(Yea he also has weird lag even tho he lives in France but whatever :p)

Is there anyone you didn’t face that you wish you did?

I would have wanted to play Defur if possible. To some degree I see his entrance as a sort of meme entry. But jokes aside and game aside, I can only take my hat off to this man and his effort for the tournament scene.

Sadly didn't get to play Daio. It feels like a tradition to face off against him in FellowsTV hosted tournaments. Which always goes the same way tbf. He counters my playstyle hard, I'm annoyed to play against him, don't bother changing my playstyle in order to win, get demolished. But the tradition counts!

I'd put Neer in the same boat. Hate playing against him but it just kinda has to be.

How did you get into Lethal League?

A friend bought it for me. We played a couple of games, he had to leave. I went into QM, found Garu, got absolutely demolished, he friended me and pulled me into it.

I specifically remember seeing his Latch corpse juggles and thinking "Man this is so cool, I want to be able to do this too". So right of the bat I started to play for the style, which is what I still go by.

Style > Efficiency

It feels bad not having paid for LL nor Blaze but I bought LL for a bunch of friends so guess that checks out.

What's your current Lethal League experience?

450+ hours in LL 340 hours in Blaze (As of now. 26.4.2019) And a giant bunch of hours of community interaction and modding.

I was very excited when asked to be beta testing and it fulfilled a childhood dream of being in video game credits.

Despite only getting into Beta a month before release, I stacked up 90 hours before the game came out. Lots of 9 hour playtime days. It was massive fun.

I bought almost all of the merch...got most signed by Tim & Dion too. I went to the Netherlands twice to meet TR. It was fun, they are cool people. Watching Dion doing a live dance off was pretty rad ngl.

I brought self made cheesecake the second time, but Tim had to get it into the building since they check your bags for normal visitors and it wasn't allowed to bring food.

I'll never forget the sight of Tim with his big bag looking like he's smuggling a bomb into a convention.

Who are your main/side/counter character picks?

Everything. So yes random, it's random.

However I most enjoy playing Nitro because of all the dumb things he can do. Especially flying, cuff storage (specifically for down angle on the ground, to just pull a little bit forward) and half pull.

Doombox is also very fun. Special>bunt>smash>parry>special>repeat can chain pretty often on some opponents and is hilarious.

The only characters I "despise" playing are Toxic and Sonata. But only because I'm really bad with them.

What are your favourite character outfits?

Dust and Ashes. Just their whole design.

For real tho. There's not really skins that stick out to me since I use my own modded ones.

Can you share your favourite/most used custom outfit?

Hm I missed that that's not "outfits"...well take a load of skins! In order

Mothyman Jeviman Spacetor Golden Switch Drop Palette Sonata Supercharged Latch PaDice-a the Rapper Skull Grunt Supercharged Grid Supercharged Doombox Dropbox FYouBox Nitro with a blue, white and mint color scheme I made for every character and lastly my Toxic skin with that same color scheme

What are your stage preferences?

Idc. I play random so who really cares. I guess insert the usual "Paradise field eclipse succs!!!"

What input method do you use?

PS4 Controller Dpad for movement L1 Bunt R1 Swing R2 Grab

I used to play LL on a cheap SNES controller using only face buttons. When I was over at Dutch Comic Con with Serchiot I played a couple games of Blaze with his PS4 controller and really liked his layout and the feel of the controller. So I just sneakily stole his layout and got myself a PS4 controller.

Coming from all face buttons, I needed some time to get used to it. But in my opinion it's just superior this way.

How do you make your character montage videos?

I have two ways of recording clips. Just consciously recording with OBS or putting Shadowplay on and saving every time something cool happens. I usually just boot up Blaze and jump into ranked to get some games in. With the Toxic montage it was a bit different since I now have a 4K monitor but 4K can hardly be recorded at 60fps and setting the output resolution in OBS to 1080p got me weird screen effects. So every time I went to record, I put the resolution of my monitor to 1080p in order to at least get that in good quality. Then I just cut all the good clips out of the recordings and mix ‘n’ match ‘em. What's usually the hardest decision is what music to use. There's been a couple of songs that I'd like to use, but they either don't fit over Blaze gameplay, don't fit my playstyle or were just the wrong length.

My two favourite Montages are definitely for Candyman and Nitro. Candyman took a long way to develop, because I just wanted to show off so much. It's one of the few montages where I actually asked higher skill players for games instead of jumping into ranked. Picking the song was really hard, I was only sure I wanted a Klaus Veen track, but OD V2 was too mainstream and most others were too short. So in the end I opted for two songs with a break in between the montage. Splitting the clips into two sets, each song one. With the second part containing what I considered the more hype bursts.

And for Nitro I actually had the montage pretty much done, but I wasn't too happy with it. Still planned to just upload it like that tho. However when I saw the Nitro voice actor interact with a community member in a way that could only be described as "incredibly wholesome", I was inspired to redo most, if not all, of the clips and do the best I could. For the first time actually going into training mode to lab some combos (mostly corpse juggles tbf) and eventually learning Flying Cuff™ too. Watching JawDrops Blazin' Combo video and taking a slice off the Nitro plays there. Which resulted in a montage I am very happy with.

What other games do you play?

It differs from time to time.

The only games I always come back to are retro games like SMW, CTR or something like Mario Kart 8D. Which I always enjoy playing at local tournaments and pretty successfully so even. People just can't handle it when someone plays with one hand.

Atm I also like playing TBoI Rebirth.

Will you come to Stunfest?

Probably not. Driving/Flying over to France is just very expensive. I would love to meet all my Baguettes (Lusked, Jawdrop, Aru and Lalou, who stated he can't make it due to exams, yes I know). But exams and the neer-ing end of my apprenticeship is leaving a lot of work to be done.

So it probably won't fit into my schedule. However never say no! Trips to Blaze events aren't uncommon for me.

Is there anything else you’d like to say to the community?

Play the game for fun, not for glory.

Stop rubbing yourself for an imaginary title that doesn't mean anything as there's not even any competition for it.

I can't stress enough how great Soda City Funk by Tim Legend is. Go listen to it right now.

And for my last words. Be more like Kota. And remember, We love Ramkat <3

[skelosfangs]

Warrior cat Generator (2.0 ver.)

So if you’re one of my earliest followers you may remember i did something like this a few years back, well i decided to bring it back because i was bored, and I had lots of fun with this sooo…

here are my results btw:

My name is kindleice and im a loner who was a former deputy that was exiled for reasons and from a clan i won’t speak about, im a long furred gray tabby with amber eyes, battle scars and a nicked ear.

Bold your results:

Afiliation: What month were you born in?

january-february: Thunderclan.

march-april: Shadowclan.

may-june: Windclan.

july-august: Riverclan.

september-october: Skyclan.

november-december: Other_________

Rank: How many warriors books have you read (mangas, guides, super editions, etc…)?

70+: Starclan warrior,

60+: Leader.

50+: Deputy.

40+: Medicine cat.

30+: Elder.

20+: Warrior/Queen.

10+: Apprentice.

1+: Kit.

Pelt color(base): What’s your favorite kind of weather?

Rainy: black  Cloudy: grey  Sunny: ginger/red  Snowy: white  Windy: brown  Partially coudy: golden/cream.

Markings: What’s your favorite arc? (can be more than one).

Dawn of the Clans: Colorpoint.

Prophecies Begin: Tabby.

New Prophecy: Spotted tabby.

Power of Three: White patches.(if already white, then patches of any other color)

Omen of the Stars: Tortieshell. (base color + red/black accordingly)

A Vision of Shadows: Other____________

Eye color: Wats your favorite kind of herb?

Catmint: Violet.

Watermint: Green.

Horsetail: Bright green.

Yarrow: Yellow.

Marigold: Amber.

Poppy: Dark amber.

Juniper: Blue.

Borage: Odd eyes (each a different color)

Extras: Have you ever?….

Dawn warriors fan art: long fur.

Written warriors fan fiction: ear tufts.

Made a warriors AMV/PMV: battle scar(s).

Made a warriors OC: Thorn/ear nick(s)

Made a fan clan: short/missing tail.

Roleplayed warriors: missing eye.

Named a pet after a warrior cat: other________

Name: First letter of your name is the prefix and first letter of your last name is the suffix (if you’re a leader, kit or apprentice change your suffix accordingly, you know the drill).

A: apple, ant, amber, ash, antler, adder, aspen, acorn, arch, alder.

B: blue, berry, bracken, bramble, bee, buzzard, black, bright, bounce, bark, boulder, blossom, brindle, badger, beeatle, bird, brich, bat, brown, blizzard, breeze, beech, briar, bristle.

C: cinder, cream, clear, coal, cherry, cloud, cold, copper, cedar, curl, clover, crouch, crow, claw, cricket, clever, chive, claw, cone cypress.

D: dove, dawn, daisy, dark, deer, dusk, dew, drift, dust, dapple, duck, dry, dim, dapple, drizzle.

E: echo, ember, ebony, eel, eagle, egg, ear, eye, eyes.

F: feather, flower, fawn, forest, fall, fly, finch, fire, flame, fern, flint, fox, frost, fallow, freckle, freeze, flowing, ferret, frog, fuzzy, fluffy, fennel, fog, foam, foggy, flower, fin, fish, foot, fur, face, fallen, flight.

G: golden, gorse, goose, gray, green, ginger, grass, grim.

H: holly, hollow, honey, hop, half, hail, heavy, heron, hawk, hay, hare, hazel, heather, heart, hoot, hatch, haven, hickory.

I: ice, ivy, insect, inch.

J: jay, jagged, jump, jaw, juniper.

K: kestrel, kink, kick, kindle.

L: long, lithe, little, lake, leopard, lion, loud, lightning, lily, larch, lark, lichen, leaf, lizard, low, lily, log, leg, leap, light.

M: moth, mallow, minnow, moon, morning, molted, marsh, maple, mist, mole, moss, mud, mouse, milk, mint, mumble, munch, maggot, meadow, marigold, mottle, mask.

N: nettle, night, noisy, newt, needle, nectar, nut, nose.

O: owl, one, oak, otter, olive, ocean, oat.

P: pebble, pickle, pinch, plum, plump, pine, patch, poppy, pear, pounce, pearl, petal, peach, pigeon, pepper, puddle, pool, patch, pelt, pad, pale.

Q: quiet, quivering, quick, quiver, quail.

R: rose, rat, river, robin, red, river, rowan, ragged, running, russet, rock, rolling, rush, reed.

S: snake, silver, slim, slow, sleek, sand, seed, snow, sorrel, squirrel, spotted, spike, speckle, soot, storm, sun, stone, small, spider, song, sweet, swift, shrew, sparrow, splash, shell, sedge, stumpy, starling, stream, sunny, stripe.

T: trout, thunder, thistle, twist, thrush, turtle, tall, tawny, twig, tiny, talon, tiger, toad, torn, thorn, tangle, tail, tuft, tooth, toe.

U: (free to choose)

V: viper, vole, vixen, vine, violet.

W: white, willow, water, wild, wren, wood, worm, wolf, web, whisker, weasel, wet, wasp, woolly, whorl, wave.

Y: yellow, yell, yowl, yawn, yew.

Z: (free to choose)

Reblog/put you results in the tags (you can even add a backstory if you want)!!