#suspicious-spirit

[zimshan]

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[demaparbat-hp]

Zuko looked up and locked eyes with his cousin, who was struck speechless. Then, ever so slowly, Lu Ten's lips twitched upwards. And then he smiled. And then he beamed. And then he nodded proudly once, just once, and vanished.

Lu Ten comes back in For the Spirits Chapter VII: Take Me South, only to leave Zuko with more questions than answers. Just how much is he truly aware of? When will he return? What is Zuko going to do now?

(What will the South bring?)

[indecisiveartform]

@zukkaweek day 3-the blue spirit…late

The blue spirit is ba sing sei’s local hero/vigilante depending on who you ask, and Sokka is an investigative reporter hellbent on finding out the truth on the mysterious hero. After being ditched during a stakeout by his nerdy partner Zuko, Sokka gets caught in some trouble and ends up being saved by the hero he’s been desperately trying to expose. Maybe the Blue Spirit isn’t so bad after all.

I’m back, somewhat, idk, I haven’t posted in so long but I had to post something for zukka week, I hope you enjoy, if it wasn’t obvious this is inspired by superman. I might make more of this au but idk.

[maxknightley]

broadly speaking I agree with the idea that the flaws of the USSR have been exaggerated by capitalist critics, but I gotta say, I'm not especially sympathetic to the argument "unlike Actual Imperialist nations, the USSR nobly sacrificed its resources to help its backward satellite states Rise Up"

like damn that sure is an argument that "actual" imperialist nations have famously never used lol

[gothghostiie]

Why would I stop? You like it.

I bet you’d like kneeling for Price, giving him a little smile while you thank him for coming to visit you and feeling his big hand ruffle your hair before he picks you up gently and lays you on your plush bed for some snuggle time.

I bet you’d like Gaz’s soft, slow movements as he ties your hands behind your back and slips the blindfold over your eyes, holding still for him and dutifully opening your mouth when he tells you to, asking quietly after the meal when you’ll be allowed to feed yourself only for him to chuckle and kiss your forehead.

I bet you’d like waking up to Soap’s tongue lashing over your cunt, getting you ready for his cock, doing and saying whatever he tells you to if it means you’ll cum, even crying out how much you love him and how thankful you are that they all took you, that they keep you here.

I bet you’d like being fucked into the forest floor by Ghost while he holds you by the neck, keeping you prone while he growls out promises of what he and the others will one day do to their favorite pet, clenching around him in dual terror and desire, only for him to carry you home and sing you to sleep after you’ve been tended to.

I bet you’d like Rudy and Alejandro touching you everywhere, testing out what makes their new plaything scream, being held between them while they explore your body and use you for whatever they want, spending your nights with them inside you as you drift to sleep bound in their arms.

Am I correct?

ANON YOU GOTTA STOP GOD DAMN IT

[sadlynotthevoid]

I'm not sure if I told you guys about the time I dreamed that 20ish Jason Todd died yet again and Death was pissed off because "really? Again? Wtf Batman. The universe doesn't keep reviving your son just so you can see how much he lasts!" And "He has a work to do you know?!". Besides, she's fond of the bright young soul.

So, she calls her uncle to help him. And what you know? Her uncle is the God of Death (because yes, my brain is like that sometimes). They sit to talk and come up with a solution.

First, taking advantage of the effects still present of the last time-space crisis and the spirits protecting the soul, they regress the time of this universe to when Jay had just left All Caste, way before he had came back to Gotham.

Then, Death places Red Hood!Jason's memories on the soul of his younger self. Not too harsh to force his soul to crack, but not too light to let them fall. Just deep enough so he finds them when he meditates.

And by last, God of Death tells the spirits where they should guide the boy to. The perfect place for him.

Where is the best place for a soul who craves for home and safety? Of course, that's with someone who has the heart to care and accept a new loved one and the determination to protect them.

That's how Jason Todd, teenage assassin in an existential crisis, ends up waking up in the softest bed he has ever been in some foreign country. At his side there's a redhead teen sitting in a sofa, a book in his hands and other boy— this one with black hair and pajamas— lying on his lap.

The redhead— Cale, as he presents himself— is mysterious but kind hearted guy. He also knows things. So much so that if he weren't as he is, Jason would suspect. As things are, he knows he's just used to collect information. A bit like a bat, but not quite. A bat would plan how to use it against the possible enemy. Cale? Well, he doesn't even bother to hide what he realized about him. He's also ridiculously casual about it.

Who offers an assassin if they want their hidden weapons back? This guy, apparently.

Jason only knows he's not totally unconscious because at one point an old guy entered with tea and pastries for the three and Cale, the little shit, choose that moment to reassure Jason.

"Don't worry. My butler is an assassin too and we don't treat him different for it."

The old geezer almost let got the porcelain teapot to the floor. Though, points for him for recovering so fast.

"Young master? May this Ron know who you would be talking about?"

"Hm? Who do you think? Hans? The only thing he can kill is Rok Soo's humor. It's you, obviously."

"..."

Rok Soo, the sleeping beauty complex guy pretending to be asleep on Cale's lap, was sweating badly. If everyone in the room weren't already aware he was clearly pretending, someone may had thought he was ill.

Later on, he realizes there was a reason Cale had said that at that moment.

He's looking at the butler subtly terrorize the boys to behave, treating the siblings like two particularly mischievous puppies. Then he turns around and uses the same tune to advise him to be careful with his wounds. And that's when he thinks 'Oh. He doesn't see me as a menace'.

Of course he doesn't. His employer just confirmed he's aware of his identity— at least partially— and his own nature. The biggest advantage of an assassin is their secrecy. After their identity is exposed, the only reason they won't attack is if the assassin believes the risk is worthy. Telling the assassin he knows he's an assassin was his way to show Jason's own intentions: none.

Jason didn't intend to end up in that field where these teens find him. He didn't intend to be brought in their vacation house. He definitely didn't plan that the people to found him passed out would be whoever these rich guys were.

But he didn't have anything against all of this either.

Well, maybe the wound. He could make it without the blood loose and the soon-to-be scar to add to his collection.

Either way, at least he had a safe place to stay and think. Just think. Because, the memories he saw— what is he supposed to do now that he has his answer?

His da— Bruce. Bruce didn't care for him as much as Jason does for Bruce. Bruce obviously didn't love him as he thought. And certainly, Bruce was way more willingly to harm him than he believed.

And Jason— well, Jason couldn't waste a second life on a man who didn't put hin even at the same level than the Joker of all people. But maybe his expectatives were too high? He hadn't planned what to do if his life was meaningless to him.

So, Jason needed time. Time to ponder and heal. Those things are better done in a safe place.

That's what Jason has in mind when Cale offers him to stay with them.

[lychniis]

There's also this other idea for huli jing ! Jing yuan I have in mind. Partly inspired by the story goose mountain and all ( just a little ) where the reader ( who probably lives alone in the mountains and makes a living selling herbs and firewood ) is on their way to the main city and first meets Jing yuan as a silver fox in need of help, then posing as a scholar who has collapsed at the side of the road.

And the rest of the journey is just them sharing their food with him all while he poses as this feeble scholar woe is me but for some reason he seems strangely adept at keeping danger away.

[holydrakes]

Thinking about how Maka is given a backstory so she has basically a romance-based trauma and painting all men as cheaters so her relationship with Soul can immediately sound like it blurs the line between a mere friendship and romance, at least on the surface. The fact that due to this particular trauma she ended up sounding like Soul's jilted girlfriend in the first ep when she called him out for suddenly breaking their partnership and Soul responded in an equally suspicious way 'Cool guys don't cheat on their partners' all this when referring to a mere business partnership switch...I had the right to once feel like I was about to watch a romcom when I first watched Soul Eater not knowing what it was even about at first (also I used to think Soul's only meant to be Maka's sidekick and nothing else, but thanks to that line I ended up thinking 'huh, was he supposed to be her love interest?') And while SE didn't turn out to be a romcom or even have any explicit romance subplot the somewhat romantic framing of their relationship didn't really go away and only increased as time goes on such as the mind dance, the unnecessary close physical contacts, the framing of Soul gaining partnership requests as akin to him being asked out by other people and Maka being super bothered by it, the comparisons to an actual married couple in-universe, the list goes on.

Considering the first chapter wasn't even meant to be expanded yet Ohkubo still gave Maka this kind of backstory so she's justified to sound like Soul's jilted girlfriend in the end (and Soul uttering his famous cheesy line) makes you wonder if Ohkubo deliberately sets them up to be that kinda pair that's meant to be just friends but will always come across as if they are dating.

[ask-ruth-weaver]

Thoughts on a certain emo cop leaving you behind..

...Mixed to say the least. It takes me years to trust and minutes to untrust.

[intertexts]

hey hey hey hey hey. wait a minute. where's that fucking animatic from when wiwi died punching a wall.

[everything-on-red]

hey guys, here's a collage of characters that are literally me .ok time to go back to not posting:)

[ultfreakme]

Romance snippet game!!!

Tagged by @sixseisliu (thank you!) and tagging @lizardlicks @geometricalien @fae-morrigan and anyone else who sees this and is interested because I am awful and forgot who writes fics and who doesn’t ;_;

rules: share a few lines or a snippet that sums up the main relationship(s) in your wip

Okay my main WIP rn is Zukka Blue Spirit x Kyoshi Warrior Sokka(if you know me you’re probably fucking tired of seeing me constantly drawing it and talking about it) two snippets, one from Zuko and one from Sokka’s POV!

Sokka:

Any time he wonders if it’s a lucid dream, he reminds himself that he knows what it’s like for a tongue to caress into his mouth, and for eager lips to clash against his own till he can feel teeth and want to keep searching for more. The memory of Maskie’s[it’s Zuko] lips stained with red and the crooked grin he sports, and spirits, how could he ever doubt that? What use is a name when he knows his loyalties, what makes him laugh and the things he would do for his people?

Zuko:

But there is no one to see him right now. No need to pretend for anyone. Princes in stories smiled down at their subjects. Small, gentle, other-worldly and true. 

He revisits the weightless fantasy of the warrior[it’s Sokka] teaching him something new, tries to forget the daunting nightmare that awaits him. Imagines all the aimless rambles and interruptions in the middle of his instructions, talking about his own difficulties when he teaches him whatever he learned, and Zuko would listen intently, wait for the moment the pretense of a higher pitch drops and it goes back to the still-high tenor with occasional cracks.

Mother always liked to make him laugh. 

He lets himself smile in secret, even if it looks dumb. After all, they are defined by them.

Hope this was fun to read(?) even if it’s out of context, I do need to edit some though. Thank you for tagging me!! Hope everyone has fun~

[toxictrannyfreak]

Thinking about Matthias Nonius. Nonius as the one Gideon can never live up to. Nonius as Ortus’s ideal. Nonius as the Ninth’s last hero, what Harrow desperately needs to be. Nonius as the equal and rival of the Saint of Duty in all their forms. Nonius as the perfect cavalier; the one who fights for and obeys the Ninth out of unending duty, a millennium later. Nonius as what Harrow and Gideon and Ortus want to be, Nonius as the legend of the Ninth, Nonius as a poem, but never Nonius as a person. Nonius as a man entirely trapped by his own myth and memory and name. Nonius as Nonius, never Matthias, always and forever the Ninth. Nonius as a heap of bones forgotten long from home, free from the Ninth at last. Just. Just thinking about Matthias Nonius

[blujayonthewing]

the problem is my mom would probably be WAY more fun to play dnd with than my dad, actually, but the reason the fam campaign fell apart was that we could never get ahold of or schedule with my youngest brother, which would continue to be a problem if we tried starting a new one with my mom instead oTL

[honorthysalad]

‘Hikaru’ is lucky they epsteined the shit out of his first murder cuz he’s ass at killing people.

[ghostlystarwanderer]

The entire time I was completing the Saluting Protector’s memory quest I was screaming and chanting “don’t be suspicious” in my head, while wedging myself into small spaces, standing behind something hoping it would be enough, or moving as fast as I could(which was very slow).