#zuzu speaks

[mullet--head]

I just realized you guys have never witnessed my mha madness

[yourturntosimp]

waaaahhh is ur blog still alivee??

little bit 🤏

[strawberryblondie-locks]

what if it was all a dream guys. no? ok...have these as a treat

[tiredgremlintime]

HAPPY LULU/RURI AND RIN REUNION DAY

Here’s to meeting old and new friends!

[merakiui]

YES, SIR. ANYTHING FOR YOU, MR. FISHMONEY34!!!!!!!!!

[mars-ipan]

GOLDEN RETRIEVER WITH SUNGLSSES AND A LITTLE HAT I’M GONNA DIEEE

[hsr-texts]

@zuzu-the-simp replied to your post “hooray! i finished the prologue finally :D it's...”:

omg you're filo too? 🥹🫶

​yep! filo born and raised RAAAAAAA

[aquaticcryptid]

A bunch of Splatoon sketches of varying quality! So help me I will draw them all someday.

Heavy inspo. for Ikkan's design is from @/teethflavoured :3

[keiyaku-tako]

Firstly, as amphibians live part of their lives underwater, they are acceptable.

Similarly, there are many snails that live in oceans, and most that live on land also can't be classified solely as "terrestrial creatures." So...

Thirdly, please do not call me Zuzu.

And I wonder. We may never find out.

@blanketorghost

[handsomegentlebutch]

God I miss having a cat. When my cousin moves out, my mom wants to put up walls and a door in the basement for me so that I have an actual bedroom. Ngl.... once that happens I want to adopt a kitty so bad 😭 the basement is pretty damn big so me and my kitty would have lots of space! They'd be my little secret friend 🥰

[shieldandarrow]

Rotating around the idea of Zu’zu getting tattoos as someone themselves who chronically gets tattoos.

Most of the time he wears clothes that covers his arms and legs, so it'd be less of a vanity piece and more something for himself, carrying his memories and experiences on his person.

Aside from the archon tattoos, I think Zu’zu has yellow carnations for Haurchefant, a snowflake for Ysayle, a pickaxe for Minfilia, and other little mementos for people he's lost. I think it's a collage down his leg, little things he keeps for himself.

That being said, I don't think Zu’zu takes to inking his memories until his time in the First. I think someone from the Night's Blessed does traditional needle poke tattoos and Zu’zu gets what is predicted to have been the pattern of stars overhead on the day he was born, as is custom. After that, it's just a slowly building collection.

Outside of the WOL/Scion AU, I think Zu’zu is selective with his artwork. It's on his upper arms, thighs, back, things he can cover easily and, when he can't, he's picked up ways of casting minor glamors to disguise it. It's a mark of trust to show them off and so rarely happens.

I think his first instinct is something meaningful and profound, so he gets three bands of musical stanzas around his thigh for each of the riffs he plays in battle. Then it's a little less meaningful and it's more pretty. He gets sunflowers painted down his bicep because the yellow stands out so brilliantly against his skin. After that, he too collects memories for those he's lost and those he's gained, places he's been, and things he's done.

His favorite by far paw prints up the back of his calf from the first cat he ever owned, lovingly named Binks.

[muffinlance]

Consider: Post-canon Zuko wakes up in the body of his childhood self, the morning of That War Meeting. Would he still speak against the plans, knowing his fate? What do you think he would do differently the second time around?

"Turned away at the doors, Zuzu?"

"Shut up, Azula," her brother sulked. But sulked weirdly, after staring at her too long and too wide-eyed, not like she'd surprised him but--

But like he hadn't expected her to be there. At all.

He turned away. ...He turned back. "Hey, Lala? Do you think you could help me practice that one set?"

He didn't meet her eyes.

She narrowed hers. "Which set?"

"The one I'm bad at."

She scoffed. Pushed away from the wall she'd been leaning against. "That's all of them, Dum-Dum."

He didn't shout or stomp or yell about the nickname. His lips twitched.

"It's okay," he said. "If you're afraid you won't be a better teacher that my instructor..."

It was the most obvious manipulation ever.

Perhaps if he proved an adequate firebending student, she'd work on his courtly survival skills next. Honestly, it was good that not even Uncle Gets-Cousins-Killed had been fool enough to take Zuko into that war meeting. She could only imagine how terribly that could have gone.

"Keep up," she said, and turned her steps towards the training grounds.

He did. There, and during the katas she ran him through.

Azula kept her eyes narrowed.

"Hey," he asked, "do you know how to bend lightning yet?"

As if he could have missed it, if she'd been able to get more than sparks. "I will soon," she said.

"You will," he agreed, and flowed through his next set. The one she'd only just mastered.

Father didn't notice how weird Zuzu was being. Uncle never noticed anything. Zuko ate dinner and asked a servant for seconds and didn't stutter or flinch or lose his appetite when father asked, coolly, what he'd done with his day. Azula's shoulders tensed, because one mention of how she'd squandered her own training time teaching him--

"Azula hogged the training grounds. For hours," Zuzu scowled, exactly like a petulant thirteen year old.

Exactly like he hadn't been acting all day.

By the time Father was looking her way, Azula had her usual smirk in place. "I'm sure there would be room for both of us," she said, "you're not afraid of a little friendly fire, are you, brother?"

Zuko sulked. And ate his seconds, like he was enjoying each bite. There was something in his eyes, like a joke no one else was getting.

---

Father died that night. A heart attack. There were the faintest of burns to either side of the treacherous organ; the royal physician hypothesized that he'd grabbed at his chest, fingers burning hot in his final moments; so hot they'd only exacerbated the problem.

The royal physician would never have been brought any victims of lighting strikes. Those that occurred in the capital did not generally require a doctor in the aftermath.

Zuzu ate a hearty breakfast.

He didn't order seconds. Azula gave him points, at least, for not being tacky.

---

The sages named Iroh as regent.

They named Zuko as Fire Lord.

"No," the tiny Fire Lord in his perfectly miniaturized Fire Lord robes said, sitting at the head of his war council. "We're not doing that. And I'll be reviewing all recent battle plans, as well. What's this I hear about a division of new recruits being deployed to the front?"

He did not mention how he'd heard of the 41st Division. No one asked.

"Prince Iroh, surely--" one of the generals tried to appeal.

The young Fire Lord's regent was looking as startled as the rest of them, for a moment. Then he sipped his tea, and smiled.

"Your Fire Lord is correct, of course. A change in our leadership--a change the other nations may mistakenly view as weakness--will necessitate a change in our strategy."

"Now," said their lord, "what, exactly, is our overall objective in this war?"

War, the new Fire Lord decreed, was not an end unto itself.

---

The new Fire Lord continued to have time, to pretend to be trained by her. Azula watched him. Adjusted her footwork. Did not tolerate, and was not offered, any commentary on who was teaching who.

"What did you do with my brother?" she asked, as they flowed from one set to the next. As her hands, poised to throw fire, just so happened to be pointed his way.

He missed a step. It didn't look like an act.

"I'm, uh. Right here?"

She didn't bother to dignify that.

He didn't bother to look worried about her hands, one movement off from a true attack.

He looked around, then grabbed her sleeve, and tugged her further from any walls that may hide ears. The royal family's private training grounds were wonderfully large, and wonderfully open.

"It's me," he said. "It's still me. Just. More of me? Longer of me?"

She narrowed her eyes. A familiar expression, by this point. "Explain."

"...I found the Avatar," he said. "And this is definitely his fault, but--but I guess it started at a war meeting, when I was thirteen."

Azula listened. It was a very Dum-Dum story.

[yourturntosimp]

psssst.....check the pinned post on the blog! there's something new there >:)

[isenkus]

warnings for nsfw! handjob + afab reader. first attempt at nsfw, be nice plz. izu's around 18 in this one. based on my experience as a teen. mdni.

the second time izuku midoriya got a handjob was when you and him were over at his mom’s for dinner.

being left alone with izuku in his childhood home opened a door for endless possibilities. which is why you found yourself locking lips with him in his tiny, all might themed bathroom, your fingers curling strands of his hair as his hands desperately gripped your hips. when your boyfriend guided your hand from his hair to the hem of his jeans, his breath hitched.

midoriya turned bright red as he retracted his hand, “i’m so sorry! if you don’t want to then it’s totally—”

"izu, i do. it's fine."

izuku midoriya was many things, but above all he was respectful. though his body may act on instinct, he knew that if you weren't up for anything, then he'd stop immediately. he's fond of you taking the reigns, because he's putty in your hands. as you carefully unzip his jeans and slightly pull down his boxers, you feel your boyfriend's head resting on your shoulder.

"let's make it quick, zu" you whispered, "your mom's grocery runs don't take long."

lucky for you, midoriya's inexperience makes him easy. even the feeling of your fingers ghosting on and gently stroking his cock is enough to have him blabbering nonsense into your shoulder, his eyes closed shut as his hands roam over your body. his hands are quick to fondle your breasts (izu is a tit man at heart), giving a light squeeze every now and then.

you don't even need lube. your hand glides easily as izuku shoots a fuck ton of pre-cum. it's a sensation that's fairly new to him, so no matter you do, you always milk him out. and what really gets izuku is your words. even if it's a checkup, or a simple "you feeling good?" makes his legs tremble as his grip on you tightens.

he's a whining, breathless mess. he does try to conceal his moans on your shoulder, but it was to no avail. you swear you feel tears staining your shirt as he pleads, "faster—just—faster, please."

and as you concede, he's slurring out your name, and how much he loves you. that's just the type of guy izuku midoriya is. his words become incoherent as he bites his lip, and that's how you know he's close. a quiet, shuffling sound is heard as you retract your hand, looking at your boyfriend with a shocked expression.

"zu, your mom's back with the groceries."

he groans as he's zipping his jeans back up, helping you wash your hand with his all might soap dispenser. his greatest inspiration was there to witness every moment of his life, you suppose. when you sit down with inko and find out she bought milkshakes for everyone, you get a text.

zuzu 17:45 speaking of milk i came in my pants good job!!!

[tiredgremlintime]

YGO Rare Pair Week 2024 Day 2: Dreams|Dancing|Idol

@ygorarepairweek

“Aoi, lets accomplish our dreams, together!”

Here’s day 2! I thought these prompts were perfect for Aoi and Yuzu so I drew them! They’re talking about their dreams here!

[katsukikitten]

HELLO ITS ME I NEED HIM YOUR FUCKING HONOR

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ creep;; a big one too! he's dreamy though. . .

wc;; ~500

Like said before, he already knows what you need from him when he’s fully cognizant, so there should be no surprise he keeps track of you. In a cute way? 

It’s weird, sure, but also so intimate, you feel so close to him. In the beginning, he texts you when you wake from a nap asking how it was thought you said nothing about it. Or after you make cookies, he’s on his way over, and he’s teasing you to leave him some. When you kept hovering around him and he asked you to give him a few more seconds to finish reading a document, before forfeiting and cuddling you until you slept.

It evolves into much more. 

That one time he was away and he called you just to tell you how to fuck yourself, not that you can’t, just that if feels better when someone else it telling you how to. Everytime he knows how you want to just be kissed, paying no mind to his obvious arousal or the way you squirmed like you needed it. No, it’s kissing because you want to get to that dizzy state where you want kiss after kiss after kiss, humping to take the edge off to go right back to locking lips, giggling inbetween.

He makes it easy and hard to exist around him.

You hug him when he gets back in and he asks you quietly after several hot kisses if you need his help with something. Getting off maybe? You don’t touch yourself like he does and he already knows you’re craving his touch, even though he’d only left out to get take-out. 

A whine leaves your throat when he suggests what you were thinking. You feel his lips curl into that little half-smile you love and kiss at. You want him badly.

“Need me, baby?” you’re so shy about it, it makes him meek in turn. “You. . . you know I always want you right?” he whispers. You nod, “just tell me then. . . you hate it when you’re unsatisfied, I know that much.” he sets down your udon, hand coming to rest on your lower back to tug you closer. He strokes there, smiling at you with the tiniest crease between his brows. “You’re always itchy in your skin when you can’t get it right. . .” your mouth almost falls open, he knows so much about you. You squeeze at his sides, fitting your leg between his and hold back on digging your hips into his scantly. He feels it, pushing himself into you and smiling when you have to bite your lip.

“You still need me?”

You nod, kissing his heart over the fabric of his shirt and leaning away to look into shaded green eyes. 

“Speak up for Izuku please, baby.” his hand raises, fingers catching your bottom lip and pulling down. Use your words, let him know, he loves explicit consent. Enthusiastic consent that matches his own. It drives him up the wall. 

“Mm, yeah I still need ya’.”

“Show me where you need to be touched. I’ll take care of you, angel. I swear.”

You know.