#to rewrite

[im-obsess-with-pixel-characters]

I decided to draw Corneliana Valkrum, this isn't an official design just yet I'm just experimenting and this is what I have so far

I tried my best to not make her look like Travis and I think it actually worked in a way, if I don't look too hard she doesn't look like Travis, which was what I was trying to do so that's good

[kaiasky]

listen up chucklefucks, i just gotta say. I'm not defending zir, but I'm sad zie deactivated. Like, i get that trauma lasts a long time and the good stuff is maybe easy to forget?? so maybe it's just like that. And my beloved mutual @/pompeyspuppygirl made a post about zir clout chasing behavior, which is pretty shitty behavior if it's true (and if we're canceling someone it had better be pretty severe). anyways now that zie's gone pompeyspuppygirl said it was okay to make this post (again, thanks ppg everyone go follow her--really everyone in this whole drama is worth a follow)

ANYways yeah zie was my mutual and like, reblogged a lot my smaller posts. (that isn't to discredit what my mutual pompeyspuppygirl is saying about zie clout chasing ofc). AND idk zie was always reblogging art from new and undiscovered artists and reblogging donation posts (which if you don't know is really bad if you're trying to clout chase...) (again, though, ppg is my mutual i believe her.) and like, remember on valentines day i tried to blaze zir posts and zie told me to stop because zie didn't want the posts to go viral? (but again ppg is my mutual and has a lot of proof in the Google doc I'm not trying to disprove that I'm just saying what else I know)

Idk, like i feel like a lot of people loved zir's blog a while back, bc like zie DID make some good posts?? So idk why everybody's acting like they aren't even a little bit sad.,. like ngl this feels like maybe all the reasonable people left to Twitter and all the Twitter refugees who love drama came here??? shdfhhdhdhdhdh haha but idk...look idk, i just, julie i do miss you. idk. more thoughts later sorry I'm getting worked up shshs

[velvet4510]

the fact that Luther, Allison, Klaus, AND Viktor ALL found their soulmates in different timelines/time periods through their time traveling is just SO juicy and could’ve been such a point of emotional conflict in this last season??? If all the timelines need to be destroyed but that would mean erasing the people they fell in love with?? erasing Sloane and Ray and Dave and Sissy?? Characters who actually were important to the seasons they appeared in, and who were so crucial to the Umbrellas’ character development?? Why not honor them and those incredible relationships in the swan song??

Instead, they did … that.

[supd00dle]

No Comment.

[bultaonene]

tk american gods au

"Well well well, if it isn't my favorite god."

Jeongguk slams his glass on the counter at the words, so violently that he almost expects it to shatter. He really isn’t in the mood.

"You know why I'm here," he hisses through gritted teeth, words barely escaping his mouth. He rushed here as soon as he got the news, both to desperately try to drown his worries with alcohol and to see Yoongi.

"Do I?" Of course he does. Every living god, old or new, has heard of it. 

The Allfather has died. The king of the gods is no more.

And Yoongi has to know what happened.

"Do not play with me, Lògos."

He uses his old name, one of the many. Yoongi is far older than him, he has been the same for so long. Jeongguk is so young compared to him, a child. Even if his domain is just as old as Yoongi's. Even older.

"I want to know what happened. I want to know who did it. And you are going to tell me."

Yoongi laughs at that, low and deep as the sea, humorless. His hair is so fair it looks white and it only adds to his overall paleness. He looks like a ghost.

"I am an old god, Watatsumi. That doesn't mean I know everything."

He uses another name for Jeongguk too, but if the younger one did it to try and make him remember (who he is, who he should be), Yoongi does it to mock him. After all, it’s his name, yes, but it isn’t at the same time. Jeongguk is too young of a god to have heard that name on the prayers that have reached him.

Yoongi makes a gesture to the bartender, not speaking a single word.

(And oh, the irony of that.)

Jeongguk grips his own glass even more tightly and he can't contain his rage, which spills out of his mouth like water pouring from a pitcher.

"Don't bullshit me, you are-"

"I know who I am, child." He speaks with a booming voice and Jeongguk feels his power, his authority. Now more than ever, Yoongi is looking down on him. Jeongguk doesn't dare to speak and so the old god continues, reaching for the drink the waiter has just set on the counter.

He twirls the glass, watching the dark liquid swirling around. Whiskey, or maybe rhum. Jeongguk was never good with alcohol you have to taste – he's much better at downing it.

"I know who I am," he repeats, sounding sure but dejected. Like he knows but it doesn't count anymore, it doesn't matter. "But oaths and promises have no meaning now, humans only speak lies. I am nearly meaningless."

Yoongi looks at him, eyes burning but so terribly tired. He has always looked immortal, powerful, even ancient; but now, even with the face of a twenty-something years old as his eternal appearance, he looks old. Weary, worn out.

"Words are empty. Being their god has little meaning in this world, doesn't it?"

---

Yoongi didn't give him anything to work with, but he did give him a name.

"Kim Seokjin. Sounds like a human name."

It does, but Seokjin is another old god, just one closer to humans than most. He has been living on Earth for so long that he behaves like a mortal, even if his power is in no way so low.

"We all have plenty of names. He just has one that sounds different, don't underestimate him for this."

Namjoon is sitting in front of him, legs crossed and fingers drumming impatiently on the sofa’s armrest. Next to him Hoseok is sprawled on the couch, his feet tapping a rhythm on the floor that only he can hear.

"I need to question him. I will drag him here and beat the answers out of him, if I must."

Hoseok laughs and it sounds mocking. It’s always difficult to tell with him – he is genuine and honest, but he is above most and he knows it. "You? Against Seokjin? You wouldn't last a second."

"His domain is lust," declares Namjoon, as a way to complete Hoseok’s sentence. They are a strange pair, different but made from the same material. Namjoon is dressed in a smart suit, Hoseok in street clothes, and no one would be able to tell they are brothers, twins, two sides of the same coin.

Jeongguk feels the difference between him and them like it’s a bag of stones sitting on his shoulders. "A god of fertility? He might be ancient, but I have no reason to fear him."

Hoseok laughs again, feet playing a different beat now. Quicker, more frantic, and it’s almost creepy that he can be so still while his feet are dancing away. Next to him, Namjoon clicks his tongue and checks his watch, the fingers tapping on the armrest getting quicker. He scoffs and goes straight to the point.

"No, foolish boy. Lust isn't only restricted to the sexual sphere. Bloodlust. Wanderlust. Lust is craving, yearning – I said his domain is lust, but maybe you would understand better if I tell you that his domain is desire."

"You can't win against him, Epactaeus,” adds Hoseok and again, another name that Jeongguk has but that is not his. “If you wish for something, he will have power over you. If you yearn, you are doomed."

A clock strikes midnight somewhere near and both gods turn towards it with a snap of their bodies, like dogs that have sniffed out prey. But only for a moment. They turn to Jeongguk soon after.

Some people call them Fate, or Destiny. Some call them Death and Life. But everyone calls them Time. And they are both Time, both powerful and ancient, yet different.

Hoseok is the beat of a song, Namjoon is the click of a metronome. One is Chaos, the other is Order.

And Jeongguk hates asking for help, hates needing it, but he can’t do anything else.

"Then what do I do? I need him."

Namjoon does something with his mouth that almost looks like a smirk. "You are lucky. Seokjin may have power over all our weaknesses, but he has a weakness of his own."

"He has a brother,” continues Hoseok, always following his brother and always with him. “Powerful too, but less than him. Or in a different way, at least. Seokjin would do anything for him."

Namjoon and Hoseok tilt their heads then, at the same time, and it’s just as creepy as when the clock struck midnight. But it is to be expected – they are the same thing, after all. Just in different forms.

"You won't be able to face Kim Seokjin. But Kim Taehyung, him you may be able to tame."

---

Namjoon and Hoseok, like Yoongi, have given him only a name to work with. Kim Taehyung is even stranger than his brother – he seems to be everywhere, but no one knows anything about him. They say he's powerful and they say he's weak, his power flowing and ebbing like waves of the sea Jeongguk controls. 

He doesn't understand this desire the Kim brothers seem to share, this wish to be near the humans. They ruin so much, with their petty fights and unreasonable wants. The gods depend on them to exist but Jeongguk's domain is the sea and he can't help but hate them for what they are doing to it, to him.

He is Jeongguk, but he also has been and is Olokun, Tiamat, Morskoi and so many others. But he will never have a human name.

No one seems to know what this Taehyung is god of. Jeongguk thinks about it, trying to figure out how to corner him, how to find him. He is related to Seokjin, so maybe a god of love? Of pregnancy or motherhood? Taehyung is a male name but gender has always been a human thing. The gods don't care and they take female and male forms going from one to another, sometimes refusing to settle on either. 

But it feels wrong somehow. Seokjin's domain is so big. Thinking his brother is the god of love seems too restrictive, too obvious and irrational at the same time. So he doesn't know and he can't understand, and it makes his blood boil.

He spends weeks asking around, looking for him. He makes a show of it, leaving his name everywhere so that Kim Taehyung will know who is after him. It’s a risky move, but Jeongguk can feel how the world is shifting after the death of the Allfather. How humans are abandoning them, letting deities that have served them since the first human was born fade away to nothing. It was hard before the Allfather died, but now faith is crumbling like a poorly built sandcastle and the gods are sinking like ships with pierced keels.

The prayers of sailors and wives waiting at home, the wonder of children swimming for the first time – it all keeps him alive, saves him from the worst. But for how long? Years? A decade? A century?

And then what? Will he die as the Young God? Will he fade away inexperienced, killed by a war among gods desperate to stay alive? No. He won’t.

He needs Kim Seokjin. And to get him, he needs his brother. So he looks for him, searches in every nook and cranny, screams his name in a void and gets no answer. He doesn’t give up.

He doesn't find Kim Taehyung. In the end, Kim Taehyung finds him.

---

“I don’t want to say this is all very underwhelming, but it kinda is.”

Dressed in a suit, a toothpick between his teeth; Kim Taehyung doesn’t look like the person Jeongguk has been desperately searching for. As he said himself, Jeongguk too was expecting so much – a mystery, an enigma, a terrible foe.

Kim Taehyung feels dangerous, yes, but he came to him so bluntly, so simply, that Jeongguk feels unbalanced.

“I have been looking for you,” he says, tone harsh. Jeongguk has been begging smaller gods for a scrap of information on Kim Taehyung and in the end, this is how it is? He just needed to wait and he would appear in front of him, unarmed and cocky?

Fucking gods with human names. Always so messy and irritating.

“Oh believe me, I know.”

The arrogant tone is what makes Jeongguk snap. If he was a more mature god, maybe he would’ve noticed how innaturaly angry he is. How quick his annoyance rose, how the desire to fight has taken hold of him in a span of seconds. How suspiciously emotional it is, even for him.

Jeongguk is not a mature god, and so he grabs Kim Taehyung by the lapels of his jacket and slams him against the wall.

“Are you playing with me?” he growls, eyes storming like the sea he commands. “Because I am not. I need something from you and you will give it to me.”

The loss of the Allfather, his uncontrolled powers, the need to prove himself and his failings at that – it all rises like high tide inside of him, threatening to spill. He can barely see Kim Taehyung’s stupid face with fury and helplessness clouding his sight.

But then he does see his face for a second. The Kim brother before him is smirking like a madman, happy to see Jeongguk like this. The fucking toothpick is still in his mouth as Jeongguk slams him against the wall again, then releases him like he’s burning his skin.

“What the fuck have you done to me?” he asks, hackles rising. The fury recedes, goes back to normal levels instead of threatening to suffocate him and it’s like a veil comes off his eyes.

Kim Taehyung looks exactly how he did seconds ago, except he doesn’t. It is there now, the mystery and the enigma, and power sits on his skin like morning dew on the fresh grass. He fixes his jacket, crinkled by Jeongguk’s hands and there is something red smeared on his white shirt.

“I did nothing, little sea god,” he throws a smirk at Jeongguk, playful and sharp. “You just… indulged in your own repressed emotion. With a little help, maybe.”

"You are a god of violence." Jeongguk says it with absolute certainty. He doesn’t let rage and bloodlust take him, never. The sea can be storms and tsunamis but there is far more danger in still waters that you don’t know the depth of.

Taehyung makes a displeased sound, rolls the toothpick between his teeth. "Violence? That sounds so crass. No, my domain is simply what humans must do to survive: fight.”

He says it so easily, like it’s not atrocious when humans destroy each other, when they pollute the waters with dead bodies and blood. No, he says it like it’s glorious and fun, a huge smile on his face as he talks.

“You know, in the end we aren't so different, you and I. You are born from the sea and I am born from blood. Just two different kinds of liquids."

“We,” he spits out, disgusted by the comparison, “couldn’t be more different. How can you mingle with humans and encourage their death in the same breath?”

“Ah little dolphin, so young. So naive.”

Jeongguk clenches his fists at the patronizing tone, but doesn’t give in. It’s Taehyung’s game and he won’t fall for it twice.

The blood-stained god chuckles at him and his gaze is a weapon on its own, one Jeongguk isn’t sure how to defend himself from. He takes one step towards him then a second one, and Jeongguk can only watch, too tense to do otherwise.

“Humans need to thrive and to thrive, they need to prevail. And for some to prevail, others need to lose.”

He says it so matter-of-factly, so detached. Maybe the Kim brothers don’t live on Earth because they love humanity more. Maybe they just want to be close when humans crash and burn, when they’ll collapse like a dying star.

Jeongguk doesn’t care. Humans are a tool, one they all need, but he has more pressing matters.

“Fine, the humans must fight each other. But the gods are different, better. We must stop them, must stop the gods from-"

"Stop the gods from what?” interrupts the other and this time he is the one who’s angry, tone sharp. “The humans are forgetting us, Jeongguk. They don't pray and they don't believe. If we have to fight to survive, just like they do, then we will."

"We are not like them. We have the power-"

"We?” He laughs loudly and Jeongguk reddens in shame as he recognizes the irony, but he doesn’t say more. “Who's this 'we' you are talking about? You are a god of the sea, younger than most. And I have no interest in stopping what's coming next."

Taehyung stomps towards him with purpose now, a predator cornering his prey. His eyes are blazing with fire and he seems sharper now, as if someone shaped his features to be cutting and deathly.

He is in front of Jeongguk now, shoulders wide and mouth in a thin line. The toothpick is still there.

"You think you are endless just because you rule over the sea? Your domain is vast, but there's something that reaches much further than that."

His voice is deep and Jeongguk can almost feel it rumbling in his chest, his bones. Kim Taehyung carries himself like he’s a loaded gun, a keen-edged blade, and Jeongguk thinks that maybe he is, that with eyes like those he could be.

Taehyung speaks with his deep voice, looks at him with deep eyes, and Jeongguk feels like what men dying on the battlefield must feel.

"A dam can stop the sea. But nothing can stop war."

or: The king of all gods is dead. In an era where people do not believe in gods anymore, the deities are weak and almost disappearing. They have to fight among themselves and the ones to prevail will be the gods who stay. The others, forgotten. 

Gods change. At least, most gods do. So Jeongguk is the new version of the god of the sea, a young deity. And he has no intention to die so soon.

He needs to solve the mystery. Who killed the Allfather? Why? Why now? To solve the puzzle, he will need help. And that won't be simple, not at all.

The Kim brothers are a different kind of god. Every god is born from people, but they are born among them. They can't rise to the Dilmun, the land of the gods. They aren't involved with the Allfather's death, but it is very convenient for them.

Until something tries to kill them.

Whoever killed the Allfather doesn't want any of the old gods around, not even the rejected ones like Seokjin and Taehyung. Taehyung thrives on war. But maybe, he needs to wage war on the right people.

The second time he appears in front of Jeongguk, it ends with a pact between the two of them. Jeongguk, the young god with the legacy of thousands of other deities, will protect the Kim brothers and find a way to let them in the Dilmun. Taehyung, the old god robbed of his own birthright, will help Jeongguk find what he needs. The oath they take is unbreakable and ties them until their ends are met.

The god of the sea and the god of war will march together this once, even if it's only for a while.

They make an Oath. Despite what Yoongi told him last time, words do have power and words spoken by gods... the pact they make is unbreakable, infinite. They are linked now, entertwined. They have power one over the other.

And thank fuck they do. Taehyung is... reckless, to put it very mildly.

Sure, he is a god born by war and blood. But is it really necessary to try and resolve everything with violence?

They need a diversion. Taehyung proposes to spill blood. They need to get in someone's good graces. Taehyung looks out for enemies he can kill. They need information. Taehyung wants to capture someone and stab them until they speak.

Jeongguk has to spend so much time reining him in, it's starting to be ridiculous.

He believes in order and diplomacy and being sneaky. Taehyung believes in barging in and scaring people to death. Their Oath binds them, so they both spend much of their time "tugging" each other through the Oath.

(Which basically means that Jeongguk has to restrain Taehyung from murdering everyone while Taehyung sometimes enjoys egging Jeongguk on until he is the one unleashing chaos and Taehyung can watch him while sipping on a glass of wine.)

Tae sacrificed his pride when he asked gguk's help and gguk will NEVER let him forget that, the annoying little shit

So of course working together and being near each other all the time isn't bad at all 👀👀 gguk won't admit that he's attracted to Tae tho and he blames seokjin sksksjskskss

Tae: r u done undressing me with your eyes? ;)))

Gguk: what?? Me??? How- what??? how dare u. I Would Never. It's your brother's influence!!!!

Jin: you two are DISGUSTING just make out and stop blaming me

But as they get to know each other better they also get to know their similarities – Gguk is afraid to never live up to his legacy, Tae knows that no matter what he'll always be considered a "lesser god". They are dismissed by other gods in a similar way and so they start to defend each other bc they know what is like when no one stands up for you :')))

At some point they get close to discovering what happened to the Allfather but they are attacked. Gguk leaves unscathed, bc his status as a major god makes him immune to certain weapons, but Tae is hurt very badly :((( cue gguk showing everyone exactly how violent can the sea be >:)) he wrecks and destroys everyone involved in the attack and he starts to be feared by ppl who dismissed him so easily >:))) when Tae wakes up he is so pissed lmao he can't believe he missed gguk wrecking havoc ALL ON HIS OWN his baby is grown :''))

Gguk: Tae... I did something wrong... I obliterated everyone in an extremely violent matter

Tae: and you DIDN'T INVITE ME???? BITCH!!! 

ok not to be NSFW but... Since they are gods and they live through prayers they both have a major praise kink 👀 the first time they Do The Deed™, Tae spends HOURS just worshiping gguk's body and just TELLING him what he wants to do with him and gguk is so riled up 🤤🤤

(NSFW) gguk literally comes as soon as Tae touches him that time and Tae brags about it for the rest of their lives lmao

(NSFW)

Gguk: and this is why I'm not listening to your advice.

Tae: remember when I made you cum just by talking to you??? My words were important back then 😪😪 you used to listen to me 😪😪

Gguk: can u stOP!!! IT HAS BEEN 20 YEARS!!!! AND IT ISNT RELEVANT RIGHT NOW!!!! 

btw since they are immortal they flirt for like 149 years and everyone around them is Tired™ but they are still like "he isn't my boyfriend!!! I don't like him at all!!!!" and the other r just like

[viking of disapproval meme]

WAIT INTERMISSION this meme is Taehyung in one image, just imagine gguk trying to have a normal conversation with someone for info and Tae is sitting next to him like this

[violence works for her meme]

ok I don't have anything else to add stan immortal dumbasses taekook who take like 3839 to """officially""" get together

[why-the-heck-not]

understanding academic concepts got me blushing swinging my legs giggling

[astronomodome]

All the life series artists out here realizing with dawning horror that they have to draw Joel’s stupid ass skin and stupid ass car in all their dramatic angsty winner art from now on

[v-arbellanaris]

it has just occurred to me that i could add to the political conflict between the grey wardens and the orlesian chantry by having the chantry claim grey wardens who have killed archdemons as saints

[cardboardmoon]

Guys hear me out but Earthspark x Prime crossover

This is after Jack meets the bots so he’s about to lose his absolute shit

Next Page ->

[silverhalla]

obsessed with how the other backgrounds are like “you had a little oopsie moment with your faction so you’re temporarily benched” and then mourn watch is like “what if this LITTLE ORPHANED BABY!!!! was left IN A TOMB!!!!! to be DISCOVERED BY UNDEAD???? and then RAISED (collectively??) BY NECROMANCERS!!!!!!, only to be taken down by THE NECROPOLIS’ SCARIEST DANGER: BUREAUCRACY”

normalest protagonist in all of thedas tbh

[astronnova]

danny phantom cast explorations and thoughts :v

[dilfosaur]

felt a little silly and wanted to make new character bios for my neopets

[love-from-anie]

[fluttershyflores2]

I didn't like that it was so short, so I made a longer one with some slight changes. I warn you again that I am not good at English.

Your stupid hair,

Your silly smile,

Your ridiculous laugh,

Not to mention your stupid and cute eyes that make him want to see them always...Ugh! He couldn't stand being with her; her mere presence made him feel something warm in his chest...But what is he saying?!

A blushing Redson hid his head between his arms; his hair emitted small flames due to the strong reaction to what he was thinking. During his time, he got to know a girl, nothing special when they first met, but over time, he realized that every little detail about her was charming.

From her stupid rebellious hair that seemed to have a life of its own to her silly smile that lit up any room she was in, every time that ridiculous laugh echoed in his ears, he felt like the world was a happier place.

But what really made him tremble were her eyes, those stupid and cute eyes that seemed to read his soul and see beyond the facade he tried to show the world. They were eyes that trapped him in a spell he didn't want to escape.

However, despite all these feelings and thoughts tormenting him, Redson couldn't bear the idea of being with her—not because he didn't love her, but because he feared that her mere presence would make him lose composure and reveal what he truly felt for her.

He felt vulnerable, and that scared him. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if it was just his stupid imagination, and he was completely alone in this feeling?

With a sigh, Redson stood up and decided to face his fears. He couldn't continue like this; who knows if this sensation or feeling would only grow stronger by being with her.

Walking in circles trying to organize his thoughts, how could he avoid this feeling? Why was this so frustrating?

He's a great engineering genius, the powerful son of the demon Bull family, a superior being to all mortals who know and fear him.

Except for one person—she talks to him casually, as if they were old friends and comrades, without any fear of someone powerful enough to erase her from existence.

At first, he didn't care about her presence; he simply ignored her, pretending to listen. But her voice was so loud that even when he was inventing something, he could hear her, distracting him and ruining what he was building. He would start to complain, but this was avoided by hearing her laugh at the situation, then making such a bad joke that... it made him laugh slightly, forgetting what happened.

Besides that, when he fought against that noodle boy and his friends, there were moments when she appeared as if nothing, making a humorous comment about what was happening, not caring whether she was fighting or not, just focusing on him, never averting her gaze.

He was tired of this; her mere presence bothered him. He had to do something to push her away or avoid seeing her so as not to experience that strange sensation in his chest and/or stomach again.

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And so he did.

He avoided her for weeks, almost half the month. Every time she wanted to get together with him, Redson simply disappeared with his fire, distancing himself from her. At first, everything was fine; he could fix his inventions without being bothered, and battles against noodle boy were not interrupted by (y/n)'s presence.

In strange occasions, noodle boy and dragon girl would ask about her in every fight they had or in moments where he had to interact for something. Even though they didn't know her, they always saw her with Redson.

Redson: She's just busy with other things, nothing relevant - lying -.

As weeks passed, (y/n)'s absence began to take effect; he felt lonely. He tried to do other things to distract himself, but it didn't work. He began to miss her ridiculous laugh, her stupid hair, her silly smile.

Memories came to him where he enjoyed a bit of her absurdity, only to then remember the moment everything changed.

Redson: Why don't you fear me?

(Y/n): I don't see a reason to.

Redson: You should, you know who I am, you know I'm the son of the most powerful beings you've ever known, just for you to treat me like I'm your friend.

(Y/n): Well, you are - she just crossed her arms -.

Redson: I'm not, I would never be friends with someone as annoying and bothersome as you! Never!

The young girl just stared at him; the fire demon was breathing deeply, trying to calm down.

Redson: I didn't mean to...

(Y/n): I have things to do; sorry if I'm bothering you - she turns around and then walks away from where they were -.

With wide eyes, he realizes what he said.

Redson: No, wait - he extends his arm - I didn't mean that!It was too late; she had left without hearing the last part.

Redson: I think I messed up... - Head down, he looked at the ground, regretful for what he had said -.

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He was determined to find her. He couldn't go another moment without having her by his side, even if it meant feeling those strange sensations. It was torture not having her close; he felt lonely, lost. Something was missing to complete him, and that was her.

He found her sitting on a park bench at one point. This was his chance to fix things; he just wanted everything to be as it was before, her by his side.

He approached her, hands trembling, heart pounding.

Redson: Hello - he managed to say, his voice a bit lower than expected -.

The girl turned around, surprised, and smiled at him.

(Y/n): Hello, Redson, how are you?

At that moment, all doubts disappeared, and his fear turned into courage.

He looked into her stupid and cute eyes and knew it was worth taking the risk.

Redson: I'm fine, better now that I see you - he replied with a nervous smile - I... was looking for you.

She laughed, that ridiculously beautiful laugh he liked so much, and Redson knew he had made the right decision.

(Y/n): Don't be surprised, but I was also looking for you.

Redson: Well, what a strange coincidence - A silence reigned between them; Redson discreetly looked at her, maybe he should apologize -.

Redson and (Y/n): Forgive me if I bothered you.../I'm sorry if I bothered you - they spoke in unison -.

Redson: With that... - he completed his sentence -.

(Y/n): - perplexed, she looked at him with wide eyes -.

Redson: I didn't mean to bother you by ignoring you for these weeks, almost a month! - he clenched his fists and looked down, not daring to look her in the eyes, those eyes he had missed so much - besides offending you with what I said.

(Y/n): Hey, calm down, little flame, I understand; I can be annoying to some.

Redson: Not to me! - in a quick action, he took her hands and joined them with his, feeling that warmth in his chest he had missed so much - Your presence is welcome to me, no matter if it's good or bad. By my side, you are so pleasant and welcoming that it makes me soften like freshly baked bread.

Redson was so embarrassed that his hair caught fire; his emotions got a bit out of control as it was his first time expressing himself romantically. Wait, could that be the reason he got nervous around her? And why did being near her give him that pleasant discomfort in his stomach? Was it because his heart continued to beat intensely whenever she was close?

Despite it all, her stupid hair, silly smile, and ridiculous laugh were the most wonderful things he had encountered in a long time. Being away from her was torture; he felt lonely, incomplete. Something was missing to make him whole, and that something was her.

(Y/n) blinked twice at the situation; she didn't expect such a reaction from Redson. It was something new from him. She knew him as someone proud and impressively bad-tempered, only caring about himself and not others. But observing the situation, now a softer side of Redson was revealed, one that no one, including her, knew about.

Redson realized he was still holding her hands; he quickly let go, blushing. He avoided eye contact, avoiding embarrassment for what he had done.

(Y/n): I'm... somewhat surprised.

Redson: Pfft, don't take it so seriously. I just wanted to fix things between us - he crossed his arms, still avoiding looking at her - I don't want things to be awkward between us.

(Y/n): I didn't take it badly; it's just that this is new coming from you.

Redson: Well, don't get used to it, peasant! - He exclaimed, still blushing -.

(Y/n): Haha, there's the Redson I know.

Redson: Silence! - embarrassed -.

(Y/n): Want to grab something to eat? - she smiled - My treat!

Redson: Hmph, what else can I do? - he put his arms behind his back - Of course.

(Y/n): Alright, let's go.

Walking beside her, Redson and (y/n), headed towards a food stand. He glanced at her, discreetly admiring the features he adored so much.

Redson: Hey, (y/n)...

(Y/n): Yes?

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Redson: Don't you dare fall in love with me.

🩷 don't you dare fall in love with me 🩷

His stupid hair,

His silly smile,

His ridiculous laugh,

And those stupidly beautiful eyes that he yearned to see forever...

Ugh! He couldn't stand being around him, his mere presence made his chest feel warm...

But what was he saying?

A blushing Redson hid his head in his arms, his hair producing small flames from the strong reaction to what he was thinking. Over time, he had gotten to know a girl, nothing special when they first met, but he had realized that every little detail about her was enchanting.

From her rebellious stupid hair that seemed to have a life of its own, to her silly smile that lit up any room she entered, every time her ridiculous laugh echoed in his ears, he felt like the world was a happier place.

But what really made him tremble were her eyes, those stupid and beautiful eyes that seemed to read his soul and see beyond the facade he tried to show to the world. They were eyes that trapped him in a spell he didn't want to escape from.

However, despite all these feelings and thoughts that tormented him, Redson couldn't bear the idea of being by her side, not because he didn't love her, but because he feared that her mere presence would make him lose his composure and reveal what he truly felt for her.

He felt vulnerable and that scared him. What if she didn't feel the same? What if it was all just his stupid imagination and he was completely alone in this feeling?

With a sigh, Redson stood up from his spot and decided to confront his fears. He approached her, with trembling hands and a heart beating a mile a minute.

Redson: Hi - he managed to say, his voice a bit quieter than he expected -.

The girl turned around, surprised, and smiled when she saw him.

(Y/n): Hi Redson, how are you?

In that moment, all doubts disappeared and his fear transformed into bravery. He looked into her stupid and beautiful eyes and knew it was worth taking the risk.

Redson: I'm good, better now that I see you - he replied, with a nervous smile - I...I was looking for you.

She laughed, that ridiculously beautiful laugh he loved so much, and Redson knew he had made the right decision.

(Y/n): Don't be surprised, but I was also looking for you.

Redson: Wow, what a strange coincidence.

From that day on, he never hid his feelings again, even if his hair continued to burn intensely whenever she was near. He knew it was worth it. Because, despite everything, his stupid hair, silly smile, and ridiculous laugh were the most wonderful things he had encountered in a long time.

[ash-and-starlight]

When Zuko hit the floor the teacups clattered down with him: one shattered, one rolled under the brazier. Sokka pinned him down. He felt the pulse of each staccato breath under his sock. Zuko did not look too put out. The firelight shivered over his scarred eye. The exposed cleft of his throat bobbed. "You win."

The Mercy of Magpies ch5 is out Now!!

written by the incredible @ranilla-bean (who had a stern parent talk with the fic so that she would complete her homeworks in time and with an A+++) and betaed by @faux-fires

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