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marshmellowrio · 2 months

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Flight of the Night | Chapter 2

A/N: Here is chapter 2 of this little fanfic idea I had, I've had way more response than I had anticipated on the first chapter. Thank you for that! If you're new here, you can find it on my profile. I'm still figuring out how to work Tumblr, so bear with me while I figure out how to put in links and masterlists and all that stuff.

Word count: 1113

I left the townhouse after breakfast, not needing to be there any longer as Amren and Azriel spoke to Rhysand. Opting to wander into the city, I remember to tuck in my wings close as the icy winds nip at the exposed skin. Several citizens send me smiles as they pass me in the streets. I don’t even realize I walked onto the Palace of Thread and Jewels until I’m standing front of the Ruby Dream. I cringe when I remember the official name of the atelier, it seemed a good idea when we were drunk, but I really should’ve sobered up before giving Rhysand the filled in form. Not that it wasn’t a nice name, it’s just a mouthful. Ruby Dreams, Emerald Kisses and a Sapphire Embrace. It's kind of obvious why we shortened it to Ruby Dream. Kenna laughed at me when she first found out, but she loved the sentiment of it, she told me after she was done laughing.

I’m welcomed by a warm and calming sensation as I walk through the door, Kenna’s voice drifting out from the backroom, “I will be right out, look around all you want!”

A grin blooms on my face, “Don’t bother, it’s just me.” Little wheels are heard rolling over the floorboards and Kenna’s head becomes visible in the doorway to the backroom as she leans back in her swivel chair.

I start walking her way to the atelier in the back as she straightens, “Hey, I didn’t expect to see you today?” Her sentence sounds more like a question, combined with a set of furrowed brows. “Is something wrong?”

I reach her work station and lean against it as she turns to face me properly. I chuckle softly, “No, nothing’s wrong.” She sighs in relief and turns back to her workspace. “Just stopping by.”

“Well, in that case,” she shoots a grin to me and I know what she’s about to say. “There’s plenty of work to do, if you’ve got some time to spare.” She gestures to the pile of custom orders and I frown at it, sighing.

I really needed to sort that out. “We’re not taking anymore customs for the time being.”

Kenna snorts, “I’ve been telling you that for months.”

Rolling my eyes at her, I take the pile of forms in my hands and walk to my own workspace, which… is not how I left it. “Kenna?” My eyebrows raise and I look at her.

She smiles shyly, and I narrow my eyes, she’s not shy. “Mrs Hallow needed some adjustments to her ring and she absolutely did not want me to touch it.”

I breathe in deeply, “Mrs Hallow needs to chill, this is her fourth adjustment this month, what does she want this time?” I put the stack of orders in the paper organizer.

“It’s all on the form, she basically wants the stone to be set a little deeper.”

I sigh once more but sit down at my desk and start reading through the form, looking at the ring and seeing what can be done.

The rest of the day is spent working through all of the custom orders, planning which ones to start around what time. The adjustments to Mrs Hallow’s ring only took about half an hour, so I just worked through the stack of paper, forgetting all about the dinner in the House of Wind.

“I thought you had a diner tonight, that’s why you had the day off, wasn’t it?” Kenna breaks through my concentration.

“What?”

Kenna stands up, stretching and points to the clock on the wall. “Dinner? Our High Lord?”

My eyes widen and I shoot up out of my chair. “I-”

The female laughs and nods, “Go, I will lock up.” I grab the jacket I had thrown over the back of my chair earlier and whirl towards my friend, giving her a quick hug before running to the door.

I hadn’t realised it was closing time already, which meant that I was officially late for dinner. My wings flare out as soon as I scan the streets, making sure there’s no citizens around that I could hit. I take to the skies, rushing to the House of Wind, I should’ve known I would get lost in the paperwork.

As soon as I touch down, I hear Amren’s sharp voice, “-your bones were Made.”

I take a moment to breathe in deeply, so I don’t seem as flustered. I stroll into the dining room a second later, feeling the tension as Amren and Feyre stare at each other.

Amren’s eyes flicker to me as she notices the movement in the corners of her eyes, “Nice of you to join us.” I roll my eyes with a small smile in response.

Cassian turns in his seat to see me walking up to him as he’s closest to the doorway. “Oh please, we all know she loves to make an entrance.”

“I learned from the best.” I wink at him right before I reach him and pull him in for a half hug while pressing a kiss to his cheek. Giving Azriel’s bicep a squeeze, I continue to round the table to reach Rhys.

I treat Rhys with the same courtesy as Cassian but his attention remains on Feyre. “She’s pretty.” I whisper with a small grin playing on my lips.

“Don’t you dare.” He hisses in return as I walk away with the grin widening in amusement.

“Good evening,” I stop in between the High Lord’s chair and Feyre’s. “I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure.” The human girl looks away from Amren and she takes me in, which makes Amren lose interest and turn to Mor. Feyre’s eyes widen when she looks at my wings and I tuck them in just a little bit tighter. “Don’t worry, I’m not as much of a brute as the other two.” I cock my head to the side, gesturing to the two other Illyrian’s at the table.

“Lyssa, nice to meet you Feyre.” I give her a dazzling grin and I see Mor match mine in the corner of my eyes. Glancing to her for a second, our eyes meet and my grin only widens.

“Be nice.”

“Oh come on, Rhys. It’s been so long since I’ve had someone new to tease and flirt with.” Feyre’s cheeks turn slightly flushed.

Rhys pinches my side, “Behave.” But when I watch him study Feyre I know he’s glad I got some sort of reaction out of her. I roll my eyes, but go to sit down. Deciding to listen to him for once, I settle into my seat next to Mor.

A/N: Let me know how you liked it and if you wanted to be added to the taglist! (I'm sorry of I'm not doing the taglist thing right, I literally do not know what I'm doing here?!)

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#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic #acotar fic #acotar imagine #acomaf #cassian #azriel #rhysand #flight of the night #acotar x reader #acotar x oc

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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If we get a BATIM scenario of Sammy with a singer wife!darling.

Like darling has assumed for years Sammy is dead and moved on best she could. After years she got lured back to the studio by Joey saying he found some of Sammy’s old things. Darling when she’s trapped begins singing to herself softly to comfort herself and Sammy hears her voice and gets memories flashing back. And now there’s no way he’s gonna let her leave his side. Returning darling to him was a blessing gifted to him

Of course!

Lamb's Song

Yandere! Sammy Lawrence Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere behavior, Violence, Implied abduction, Bittersweet reunion, Obsessive behavior, Delusional behavior, Open ending, Implied dismemberment/extreme injury.

What was originally a trip to obtain some of your missing husband's items quickly became a fight for your life. Running from demonic creatures made of ink really wears you down. You were still sore from falling through the ink drenched floors.

It was a rush of memories when you came across the old orchestra room. Memories of your long gone husband and you performing music for the old cartoons that were created within the studio. Just what went wrong when you left?

You had no idea what was lurking on this level. You also hadn't a clue what truly happened to your husband. All you knew was you were trapped and anxiety was starting to creep into your mind.

Years ago you were a singer married to the director of the music department, Samuel Lawrence. You had noticed he was getting stressed and sick with his job but would never quit. You, on the other hand, was tired of Joey and had quit.

Even though Sammy wished you didn't leave you couldn't take it anymore. Your songs weren't there to comfort him anymore and...

Well, next thing you knew it, he was gone.

To distract your mind from the sadness and anxiety you were feeling, you did what you did best. You sang a song. Not just any song, a song that always brought you comfort.

A song you and Sammy had created together....

You thought you were alone until you heard rummaging. You stop your singing with a voice crack before looking around frantically. Were there more monsters?

"By my lord, it can't really be you, can it, my sheep?"

The voice sounded distorted, maybe even muffled. But there was no doubt it was familiar. Sammy was... missing, right? He should be dead....

"I thought you would be yet another sacrificial lamb. However, only one person knows that song...."

Turning around you're met with an ink creature wearing familiar overalls. A bendy mask hid his face. You backed off when seeing the axe in his hand.

"(Y/N)! You've come back to me.... I've been waiting for so long!"

There was no way this was Samuel Lawrence....

"My sweet songbird! My most precious lamb~ This is the most wonderful gift my lord could've given me! Come to me, my dear! You look just as beautiful as I remember you...."

What has happened to his mind? If this was Samuel, your lost husband, why was he reduced to this? Who was he talking about when he said 'lord'?

"Why do you tease me so much with that voice of yours? Do I not even deserve a hug from you?"

Before you can ask any of the questions overflowing your mind, your supposed 'husband' pulls you into his inky embrace. You cringe when the warm black substance stains your skin. Sammy, on the other hand, is nuzzling his mask into your hair.

"You... can't be Sammy-"

Sammy pulls away just enough to tilt your chin upwards.

"Yes, my appearance has changed due to my lord's ink. I thought I lost my mind entirely until you came down here and sang our song! I had no idea how much I missed you...."

Sammy begins to trace his finger along your cheek, something he used to do years ago.

"I'm so happy you can join me down here.... You are a gift from Bendy himself! I can't let you go now."

Sammy interlocks his fingers with you before strolling with you through the room. His voice humming the song you originally sang while he kept you close. Strangely, he looked at ease.

"Sammy... you can't seriously expect me to stay down here, right...?"

Sammy pauses his humming and looks at you.

"Lamb... you can't possibly be implying...."

You feel worried when his body language changes. His hands removing themselves from yours and resting on your shoulders.

"Don't you miss the sunlight? If you want I can take you with me, but your condition seems really odd...."

"My most precious lamb... do you really think I'd just let you ABANDON me again!?"

You're caught off guard by his tone change, trying free yourself from his grip.

"Sammy, calm down-!"

"No. It would be foolish of me to let a gift such as you walk off. Not again, not ever again! You'll stay by me, your lover, and never leave again!"

Sammy lets you go but quickly picks up his axe, glaring at you. Again, you were cornered and trapped. No song to comfort you now as your voice kept shaking.

"If you don't stay..."

Sammy swings the axe up, aiming at your legs.

"I'LL MAKE YOU STAY!"

#yandere batim #yandere bendy and the ink machine #yandere sammy lawrence

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anonzentimes · 15 days

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so nice finding an avid Nagito Enjoyer in the year of our lord 2024 especially one that focuses a good chunk on his characterisation because OURGH nagito komaeda u r such an enigma 2 me

former danganronpa enjoyer here actively trying to retrace my steps from basically four years ago until the nagito and hajime brainrot hits me in the face with ttheir left hook. shakes fist

LOVING KOMAEDA IN 2024 YOU KNOW IT🔥🔥🔥🔥 HESS SO AWESOMEEE URGAGHHH!!!!! He's so awesome, like, how can you be so amazing that three entire in depth good songs can be made about you. that's BONKERS.

I don't know if I've said this on here before since it's a liiittle personal but I want to talk about it since this made me think about it lol

Around my second year of liking Nagito i met somebody and got really close to them and they really believed that Danganronpa was embarrassing/cringe despite liking it themselves. And I know they didn't mean to, but it really rubbed off on me and made me feel ashamed/embarrassed about my interests! I felt as if those embarrassing interests were "flaws" so even when I talked about EVERYTHING else I could I still couldn't make myself ramble about those embarrassing interests despite wanting to!! I don't entirely blame them for me developing pointless embarrassment and shame but I can't deny they were a big factor in it happening too. I still loved Nagito but I definitely thought about him just a little less because when I did I felt GUILTY about it.

So when they left me a few months ago, the pressure from being ashamed sort of left??? Like I had the biggest "what do I have to lose anymore," moment of my life and started just embracing my interests again and being "embarrassing" because really who cares? ALSO FUNNILY ENOUGH THATS WHEN I STARTED READING FANFIC TOO,,, I WAS A LITTLE AFRAID TO READ FANFIC BUT BECAUSE OF THE "what have I got to lose" MENTALITY I STARTED READING IT AND I REALLY LIKE FANFICS LOLL

I'm still pretty sad they went from somebody I talked to every day to someone I haven't talked to in months but I think it was, in a way, the best thing for me in the end. I've been able to Attempt to be more comfortable with myself and have become less ashamed and implemented that "what have I got to lose?" mentality but in a positive way! I've definitely improved thanks to this blog as well and I don't feel guilty about loving Nagito anymore.

so why did I go on an entire little personal yap sesh?? uhhm. I'm not actually sure just something about the way you said retracing steps and hit with brainrot just reminded me of myself,,, and I definitely will take every opportunity I can to restate the message of "try not to be embarrassed about being yourself!!" I've been having fun loving him without shame again and It's been SO nice being able to articulate it! :)

Thanks for your ask!! apologies I got a little personal hopefully it isn't a boring response <3

#sorry if my grammar isnt at its best right now i just randomly got up lol #sleepy zen got existential bro #LAST TIME I GOT SLEEPY I MADE AN ENTIRE TWITTER THREAD ON NAGITOS STUPID SPRITE #i might make a thread on tumblr too because what the HELL IS THAG SPRITE #nagito komaeda #danganronpa #danganronpa komaeda #sdr2 nagito #danganronpa nagito #sdr2 komaeda #komaeda nagito #sdr2 #danganronpa goodbye despair #personal #vent??#rambling #cringe but free

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alexissara · 10 months

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Cassette Beasts Review

Cassette Beasts is a sweet little indie game that has it's ups and downs but is overall a very sweet little game with a lot of fun to be had. I have a lot of complicated feelings about this game, please enjoy my review.

Amazing Visions For The World

The absolute best thing about this game is the way it presents the world and politics even if tragically the very end slightly undercuts it. Every other second of the game captures what I am about to talk about in at least a good way if not a great way.

The world is one where there is no currency, crafts people ask for materials in exchange for things, your given a home for free and people chose willing to help one another. Despite being a world covered in monsters it serves as a functional utopia. It's not perfect, it's missing things, people don't have everything they could want but people work together despite that from across time and reality, people who share very little with one another stand by each other.

A main villain group in the game, one your required to clear to reach the ending of the game are a group of people looking to establish private property. These vampire land lords it turns were created by some elder god created by evil human desires. Yet, even these vampires get given human empathy at the end of this game, a vampire getting to express herself, find her own name, dress up for herself for the first time and be free of the situation, the system of being willing to abuse others she was born into. It poses capital and land ownership as evil forces, ones that have to be defeated. Yet, it reminds us that the workers stuck into the system, forced into it weren't in needing of destruction and can heal, can become better people. It's a perfect way to remind the player that these people who lived here had to learn and grow too.

The empathy and passion and optimism of the world is furthered through a story line of someone's childhood "cringe" OC having came to life and him having to confront his old OC and learn to embrace that she too is a part of him, a part of his artistic history and treat her like the person she was. This games queerness while mostly a make your own gay type situation also exists with the biggest figure in the town turning out to be a queer woman and married to another woman she met in this world.

It isn't all amazing leftist politics stuff either, it's also a world that is just fun, it has fun ideas, fun lore, fun concepts. It has other chances to strike blows against oppression, it has romance, it is incredible.

The Return To Normalcy

Where this falls short is that our leads want to move back to their world. They aren't inspired by the way the world is here and want to make their world better but by going to go live their personal lives back in their world to never see any of the world they lived in again. I want to sing this games praises so badly, I really really do because that first half of this right here, that is fucking perfect, I mean genuinely hard to craft a story that does all this amazing stuff and does it so damn well. It doesn't feel like a lecture really at any time but instead is just part of the world, you run at it at your own pace and engage it in the way you want to.

However, this return to the status quo at the end doesn't say "well your time with the game is done" it's not they shot you back to the end of the game before you stepped into the portal and give you tons of more story to engage with. Just lingering that you should go back to the portal but the game has sooo much more to do. This world has more to do too. In the course of the game we find that people from across worlds and times have fallen in love, some have even had kids. There are people who are indigenous to the world now, there are romances that are built in this world but it treats the idea that wanting to leave is just the most natural thing, the mature thing.

It undercuts the romance the player may go through, sure but more than that it undercuts the world itself. It says to me this world isn't real, stop playing, go live a normal life, the things here aren't valuable enough to stay. I just think that's bullshit. I hope among hope that since their still updating and expanding the game, they present an option to simply chose to make the world your forever home and for the party members to decide this place is their home too. As it stands now though, it is a massive detraction to the narrative.

Characters

The characters in Cassette Beasts are charming. Each character has unique and fun designs. Even though most characters don't do much of anything they each still get a few little voice phrases and a fully fleshed out design that really makes each feel special. These designs are top tier and stand among the best across all of monster taming games.

The Rangers are mostly silly goofs they don't last long but they do recure at least once more and get a little bit of spotlight between rematches and the like one cut scene each they get. Shop keepers don't do much of anything but are well designed. The party members are all fun, have solid struggles and interesting personal story lines you want to see through to the end. The side characters that don't fit either of those are all pretty outstanding fun characters who add a lot to the game. The main baddies are all pretty fun to beat up and all are well designed as well. They don't really overstay their welcome but are enough of a threat in the story they are part of.

In the romantic end you can only romance party members despite the big cast of cuties in the game one might be charmed by. Sadly the romantic relationship side of things decide you must be monogamous despite the fact your goal in this game is to leave this world and it's mentioned in the romance that these relationships are temporary yet still their locked under a monogamous lock. Especially weird when you always agree the relationship us tentative, your going back home so eventually the pair of you won't be together, you'll be separated by time and space, so why is it monogamous?

This bleeds into another issue the previously mentioned bad ending of the game. The character's minus Viola have no motive to return home. Yet, all of them decide they wanna help you with your pointless mission to return home and go back home, why? Their is a society here and everyone wanting to return home kinda makes the party feel detached from the world their living in. Like so we're doing all this just to leave, like that is the most pressing thing? It just is this wet blanket over their more interesting personal journeys.

Gameplay

The game has lots of moves that feels pretty inspired from Pokémon but it's combat system is a lot more than Pokémon. Basically every battle is a double battle and you have a wider pull of slots for moves and much more freedom in building move sets. With the addition of the fusion system to mix up the pace of the combat you have a very dynamic system that allows for a lot of different strategies to see play. The most effective game plan in my experience is just stopping other other creature from being able to do any moves, it worked even on like the last boss just trolling it by removing it's ability to do particular things and predicting when it would do it to get them to whiff actions. It's actually a fairly fun way to test knowledge of the game and make informed assumptions about the foes moves.

The fusion system is extremally effective at feeling like a powerful payoff for the time it takes to charge doubling your meter gain on the fused creature and allow for a constant use of higher end skills. It was rare for a fusion to feel like it fucked me over although a few poorly done fusions had ended up screwing me over in the games harder end of combat. It feels satisfying to fuse with your partner and whale on your foes.

The capture system is very unique and creates fairly tense moments. It can veer into just frustrating on some of the higher end beasts but in the basic encounters it encourages a nice flow to the gameplay that shifts the pace.

Moving around feels pretty good, I imagine this game would be pretty fun to speed run if your into that kinda stuff. There is a lot of ways to skip things, go places early, get particular movement abilities before you need them and more in order to see the whole world. I believe you can even find your randomly generated final boss portal without finishing all the quests just by guessing what weird thing you need to do. I do wish by the end of the game I could just menu my teleports rather than needing to get to a train station to fast travel or at least do it from the hub town but outside of that I think the floow of overworld travel is great.

The Monsters

The monster designs I can't help but feel a bit mixed on. They certainly feel district, they are Cassette Beasts, they don't feel like Pokémon, Digimon, DQ Monsters or any other Monster Tamers style. These monsters have a visual aesthetic of their own. Typically Inanimate thing + animal = Cassette Beasts but not always. While there is undoubtly some of these beasts I really liked I feel like very few really stuck with me after the game. There wasn't a lot that hit the high highs of Cool, Sexy, Cute, Pretty, or best friendo status you want out of your particular monster tamer depending on the one your playing. I really think it's a personal taste thing.

In terms of how these creatures convey mechanics around them I think for the most part the designs do convey the type they are fairly way in the design. You'll have a general idea of what the monster can do by looking at it and understanding the moves and mechanics of the game. So undoubtly a big success in terms of conveyance.

The fusions really let me down, while there were plenty of monsters I liked, how many of the pairs I used fused felt very, meh. I understand that the scale they were working with was impossible to make every combo work but you would think starter and partner fusions would all have some special design to denote the special bounds but nah, that isn't the case.

The Music

This is a place where the game undeniably just rocks. Obviously musical taste is subjective but this is perfectly executed thematic music with great use of alternative versions to denote the level of a fight. Every song is an utter banger, you can buy them on bandcamp, their so good. I keep listening to the songs all the time well after I finished playing the game. The vocal tracks in particular are stunning with Shelby Harvey singing being out of this world good. This game has one of the best video game OSTs of all time.

If you enjoyed this review I do have a Patreon or Ko-fi. I worked hard on this review, it took me a while to finish because I didn't want to say the negative things I said because the highs are so fucking high on this game. This game could easily be a master piece with some edits really. Despite everything, I think this game is well worth anyone's money, it's a fantastic game. So if your not gonna give me money, give them so money, or us both, I am not picky.

#cassette #cassette beasts #Game Review #Queer Games #monster tamer #beasts #Review #Creature Capture #PC Version Reviewed

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eremosjournal · 2 months

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“In-Between” by Calista Robledo

Born on a border, the in-between is my homeland where I ride a bike down a tepid path. I stop at the best Tex-Mex restaurant and eat the fusion of my identities. Full and whole, I stroll with my bike in my small town where the sticky lukewarm norm hazes in the air like our daily humidity.

I stop outside my home parish just before the sunrise. I park the bike and step inside. The air and the holy water are cold and crisp. I dip not one but two fingers for the sake of refreshment into the grand fount. I make the sign of the cross and rub the extra water on my forehead, cheeks, and neck. God knows I need it. I linger in the foyer, scanning the pews for a place to sit. I sit. I people watch. I observe members of this community whom I recognize but do not know, and march to the front pews like there is nowhere else they’d rather be.

I sit. I stand. I kneel, even though I learned it’s not necessary to. God forbid I stand out.

I sit. I stand. I kneel. I cringe. I sigh. And sigh. I yawn. I squirm.

But I’m here. I’m right here. I’m in class. I’m with the outcast. I’m with the spirit. I’m embracing dust. I’m close to the heart.

But I’m also gone. So gone. I’m far away. I’m far from the veils. I’m far from the cliques. I’m far from celebrities. I’m far from authority.

I receive it all. The word, the eucharist, the peace, the blessings. I receive it with resentment, and I hold it so dearly.

I go. I go to glorify the Lord by my life asking, why would I ever leave?

Then, I read. I think. I pray. I ask, why am I still here?

#deconstruction #exvangelical #deconvert #ex catholic #excatholic #exchristian #post christian #ex christian #catholic #post catholic #lukewarm #religious trauma

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unironicallycringe · 1 year

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So last night, at my NYE family gathering, my cousin innocently brings up something that instantly ages me 84 years and I crumble into dust.

"Remember that one LoZ fic you showed me about Zelda, Link, and Ganondorf getting transported to a convention in our world and going to a cosplay contest?"

I hadn't up until that point, and I couldn't remember anything about it except for small details. So today, I went on a hunt through old archives, and I just wanna say, I had a *grand* time seeing all the early 2000s LoZ isekai-type works. Legitimately. Like, I say this 100% genuinely, these bring SO much joy, they are SO fun and I feel like we ALL wrote stuff like this! Bringing your favorite characters to your world and writing about their ridiculous adventures! Going to theirs and telling them about modern inventions! Crossing over your favorite universes that have nothing to do with each other! Having the depth of your character interaction be "huh, this is weird" and then they just go on an adventure! It is PEAK Kids On The Playground Energy and I adore it.

Cropping names/identifying info/metrics even though it's easily-findable because idk people on the internet are weird. Just as a courtesy, really! These are like 20+ years old and I'm sure their writers probably have like, adult things to worry about nowadays and maybe don't even use the accounts anymore, so while I don't feel super concerned, I'd rather be polite.

Personally, I know I had some kind of Banjo-Kazooie/Harry Potter crossover floating around in my 10yo brain in The Year Of Our Lord 2003, and I remember drawing comics about Shadow the Hedgehog teaming up with Scaler from Scaler™, then there was my Dragon OC Who Was Also A Sith(?) dating General Grievous (the actual body horror cyborg tragedy, yes that one) -- wait I still have a picture of those two actually...

Anyways, as you can see by my username, I started to embrace my "cringe" and it genuinely brings me joy to look back on old isekai or crossover works like this and think of how much my younger self would have devoured them and gotten inspired.

But back to the original topic - so what about that long-lost anime convention fic????

We found it!!!

Turns out it was late 2000s so I was a couple years off, and I didn't need an archive after all because it's still up. It's a fun little story called "Yes Those Are My Real Ears" by Seldavia!

I'm sharing the actual fic in question because I genuinely enjoyed looking back on it. I trust the smallish circle of followers I have to not be weird about it, but if this breaches containment, uh, please don't be weird about, just enjoy this 2008 Convention Nostalgia! Be polite and leave a nice comment if you enjoyed it :)

#Yes Those Are My Real Ears #seldavia #ffnet #fanfiction #fanfic #legend of zelda #loz fanfiction #zelda fanfiction #zelda fandom #shea muses aloud #god bless fanfiction archivists tbh

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unkownmilk · 1 year

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I’m actually so glad celebrities are embracing the cringe of social media. Without their absolute balls to the wall need to be perceived™️ I would not have witnessed a video of Jackson Rathbone saying “battle scars” in a video of him getting his hair cut in the year of our lord 2023. What ever higher power is out there controlling our pop culture you’re doing a great job keep it up

#jackson rathbone #battle scars #it’s 5.30 am I’m losing my fucking mind over here because I can’t sleep and jasper said battle scars again

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bitch-butter · 11 months

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babes ~

no everybody wants to rule the world chapter this week because my brother is in town, it's the last week of school, and I have two birthday parties and a baseball game to attend. also it's the final ep of the v*nderpump r*les reunion, so I'm basically in shambles lol

but, below, a tiny teaser:

“Welcome to our revered prince, and our significantly less respected king,” Gene said, the barb of his joke telling Joe that the other man was desperate for the pleasantries to end. So much so that he was deigning to insult his most important guest.

Joe breathed hard through his nose. “Thank you for having us, Lord of Ass.”

Gene at least seemed somewhat put at ease with the lightness of the insult, as much a glutton for punishment as ever. He stepped forward to give a half-hearted bow, the effectiveness of which was significantly diminished by the way he rolled his eyes while he did it, before reaching out to take the prince’s hand in a solid grip. “It’s good to meet you,” he said, still nebulous with nerves but at least honest in its warmth.

The prince accepted the touch with a furrowed brow, looking vaguely searching. “You were at our wedding.”

“And he couldn’t leave fast enough,” Joe muttered, stepping past them towards Babe, who watched him with folded arms, looking like he was trying hard not to look happy. “How the hell are you?”

Babe gave him a reluctant smile, eyes still shaded with forceful upset, reaching out to knock a fist against Joe’s shoulder. “What do you think you’re doing, getting married?” he chastised, sounding far too pleased to actually sell the act. Typical.

“Couldn’t keep saving myself for you,” Joe shot back, before huffing with a shake of his head, stepping in to catch the other man in a firm embrace. “I’m sorry I missed your…” he trailed off, fighting between the two life changing events that had occurred in his absence. “Everything.”

A sigh ghosted over his shoulder, and Babe shook his head, pulling back briefly to tap a hand against his neck. “I’m sorry you missed it, too, it was a great party.”

“I’ll catch you on your next marriage.”

“Shut up,” Gene said placidly, ushering the prince in through the entryway, warmth sweeping cleanly over the air and making Joe sigh with relief. Babe turned out of the embrace distractedly, already smiling as he reached out to touch the prince’s shoulder.

“It’s good to see you,” he greeted, and Joe started briefly. Though he didn’t know why he should be surprised, it seemed that everyone but him attended those Summer festivals, in all likelihood the prince had met more dignitaries than Joe himself had. “Never would have thought it would be under these circumstances, you know?”

The prince nodded. “Likewise,” he said shortly.

Joe scowled at his back.

“The other lords are mostly here, all closeted away plotting as per usual,” Gene said gently, a soft rumble as they moved further into the main hall, wide and empty, already shadowed with the few windows along the wall. “Though what they think they’re going to accomplish talking to you I really couldn’t guess.”

Though he made no sound, Joe could see the way the prince’s mouth teased up into a smile at the words.

Grimacing in turn, Joe hummed. “Yeah, I’m an idiot. I need to talk to you before I see any of them, though,” he said pointedly, the barest edge of something sharper in his tone that had Gene glancing back at him curiously.

“Now, if you like,” he nodded amenably, looking to Babe with a raised brow. “Will you -”

“The Welcome Tour is my favorite tour to give,” the other man sighed, already weaving a resigned smile over his mouth as he stepped away from Joe and up to take hold of the nonplussed prince’s arm. “Trust me, I’ve given it three times today.”

Joe paused in the hall to watch them continue on, Gene at his side following Babe with his eyes. “We’ll catch up with you later,” he said, voice carrying even over the meager distance, before a devilish thought occurred. “Show him the nursery!”

The cringe that traveled through Joe’s entire body at his own words was eclipsed by the way the prince looked back to them with wide, infuriated eyes. If Babe caught onto the other man’s anger he didn’t show it, instead just continuing on until they could round the end of the hall and disappear from sight. Gene, however, blinked where they had stood for a few more moments before turning his eyes back on Joe, looking suspicious and too interested for his own good.

Joe rolled his eyes with a sigh, reaching up to massage over his lids briefly. “I didn’t know they knew each other.”

“Edward knows everyone,” Gene said simply. “But not well, I don’t think.”

“Well enough,” Joe grumbled.

Gene stepped closer to him, eyes narrowed as though looking down towards a dissection. “What’s going on?”

Huffing, Joe finally looked at him, baleful, a glare sharp enough to take the skin off the other man’s face. “You and I need to have a fucking chat.”

#webgott #baberoe #everybody wants to rule the world #this next chapter is All baberoe being the horrified hosts to increasingly bad behavior

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getting attatched to the worlds WORST media is such a cross to bear. like ofc embrace cringe but there is stuff that is just so lame that talking about it in the year of our lord 2022 feels so Wrong. in entirely unrelated news ive been watching scorpy play detroit become human

#IT SUCKS ITS SO BAD ITS IN MY BRAIN #i only get into media 5-10 yrs after it was released by watching a streamer. btw #orion.txt

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encanto asks!

(I can't ask 6 cause of how I cling to Benji and Diego like a mama puma)

Lord help me I just snorted so loud I startled my dog akajjahahah mama puma yessss claws out

3. For writers: Something you wish readers knew?

We are very self aware of what we're doing, be that tropes, living for the cringe, 🌽ness etc.. We embrace it. It keeps us warm at night. Our safety blanket and nightlight filled with the tears we've already shed.

#ask encanto edition #ask game #encanto ask game #luna asks!#disney encanto

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1/15/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

Job 40-42

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological. I'm Jill. Today's the 15th day of January. Welcome. It's so great to be back with you as we're starting a brand new week, a brand new translation. Take your brand new mercy. It's theirs for the taking and a brand new, fresh start. And there is so much hope and so much possibility in those two words. And so we're going to fully embrace it, dive in and open our ears, open our heart, open our eyes to receive all that God would say to us through His Word and consecrate this week to Him to allow Him to come and do what it is that he would love to do in us through His Word. Today, as we start a brand new week, we are also ending this very long conversation with Job, his friends and with God. And maybe you're just starting to feel the weariness of the back and forth and the redundancy and the cringing of hearing our own words in this dialogue. And it's also one of the sort of unfortunate parts of what China and I do. We get so invested in a story and take you through a certain part and sort of at the end of our seat, and then we go away and the other one comes in and sort of finishes cleans it up. And it's the beauty of what we're doing here. But here we are. And today we will finish this conversation together. Job, chapters 40 through 42. And this week we're reading in the Christian Standard Bible. Job 40.

Commentary:

Well, after two weeks of dialogue and turning over almost every stone of every emotion and experiencing everything there is to say in moments such as this, we did, we experienced it. And the story of Job is complete. And it's amazing just listening to those of you that are called and knowing your own experience with this story. Some of you feel like Job and what you've lost, what you've endured, what you've suffered through. Some of you relate to one of the friends and hoping to be helpful and share the truth with him. And I think that's the whole point is that we all experience different facets of the story, different people in the story, in different seasons of our lives. So reading through this, this year, you might identify with one person in the story, and then a couple of years from now, if you revisit, you might identify with a different person in the story. And there are so many different conclusions to this story. What's the main point of the story? Well, it depends on who you are. It depends on what you heard. It depends on what spoke to you. But one of the things that we can conclude is that Job ultimately wanted to hear from God himself. He wanted God to come and speak to him directly, basically to explain himself. And maybe we could just be honest and find the relatability in that maybe we could be so honest and find a safe place that we could honestly admit that there are times it doesn't feel as if God Himself is enough. We know that he's enough. We know that he is God, but we don't really know how to let Him be God because how do you even fathom and explain and describe God? We have spoken on behalf of Him. We have boxed him. We have made our preferences his preferences. We have made our dislikes his dislikes. We have defined things for Him, but yet have we allowed Him to be God. Job ultimately got what Job wanted. The Lord came to Job and he answered Job. And Job quickly realized he didn't have an argument. And yet the thing that still stands out to me about that is God still spoke to Him. God still came to Job and answered him. And so if you think about loss and a sense of Jobs, he didn't lose one child. He lost all of his children. He didn't lose a home or a piece of land. He lost literally everything that he had. And how do you measure the amount of loss that he had to bring, the weight and the heaviness of grief for not just one thing, but a lot of things. And what we find is even the weightiness, even the heaviness and the pain. I have to be careful how I say this because I don't want to diminish pain or loss. I absolutely am a big advocate for those mourning and suffering and for those that have experienced great loss. But somehow in the presence of God, when God Almighty shows up, it's possible, it's strongly possible that the goodness, the greatness of God in his presence outweighs the largest load of our suffering, our grief, our anguish. And again, that is not to diminish or dismiss anybody's pain and suffering. But it makes me wonder if our pain and suffering may not become but mere shadows on the walls and the presence of Almighty God. This is how I've learned over the years. You may be part of a worship service or just coming into the presence of God, and you can be coaxed during worship to participate and to enter in. And there's nothing wrong with getting people to participate. But maybe where we have missed just a huge posture of our heart is that if all you have to bring with you is your brokenness into the presence of God, that's enough. Your pain, your brokenness, your grief, your anguish, your suffering, your questions, that's enough. That's enough. We so badly want to be who we are with people who don't accept us, who don't know what to do with us sometimes. So can we, with that understanding, can we allow God to be God? Which means we normally have to let go of our ideas of how he should work, what he should do, how he should take control of our situation. God doesn't need our help. He just needs our surrender so that he can actually work. And we see in the final part of the story, everything is returned to Job. And we love to really spruce that part of the story up. If we're not careful, we can really formulate these stories and say, this is what we learned and this is what you do and this is the outcome that you'll get. And we have to understand in allowing God to be God, there is no formula. He'll work however he wants to. But we do read with this story, things are restored back to Job. And it's a wonderful part of the story. We love to go there, we love to use this as a talking point to really encourage people. But what we forget is the two weeks that we've just experienced of dialogue, of process, of pain, of endurance, of suffering, of grief. And the process sometimes is so much more a part of the story than the victory finish, because the victory finish line doesn't happen for everybody the same way. That's why we can't formulate God. He does not work the same way for every person. But what we do know is that he works. He is always working all things new. And yeah, we can sing the song. Even when I don't see it, you're working. Even when I don't feel it, you're working. You never stop, you never stop working. You never stop, you never stop working. But there are times that we get so hung up on what we know he's going to do and expect him to do that we miss what he's doing now because it's not what we want him or expect or hope for him to do. So if you will settle into this idea of process, of endurance, because we're going to see this theme throughout the Bible, we're going to try to start formulating these things early on, well, this is what God did here and this time, because these people did this and those formulas, they're not going to work. Two plus two is not going to be four in every single story. And so this is why the dialogue of allowing God to be God is especially poignant for me in this story with Job.

Prayer:

And so Father, we thank you for the ending to a long process that we've been here with you as we also be given a brand new week and a brand new journey together in community, individually and collectively. We thank you for what you have spoke to us. We thank you for what you have showed to us and taught us through this incredible story of dialogue of you showing up, you restoring, you making things new and you being God, you being who you are and allowing us to be who we are. Completely flawed, completely imperfect, completely in process. And I thank you that you love us, knowing that about us and so we surrender any ideas that we've had about you. We surrender our box here. And now that we have kept you caged in, we blow it up and we're going to have to to allow you to speak and allow you to do what it is that you want to do in us. Thank you for meeting us here in this time. When we thank you, we praise you, we love you and we give you permission to be who you are. And we pray this now all in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Announcements:

Looking forward to an incredible week with all of you here as we continue to allow God to speak, to change us from the inside out. I'm Jill, we'll turn the page together tomorrow and I look forward to it. Until then, love one another.

Community Prayer Line:

Sweet, sweet China. This is Tuesday, January the 10th and your words after the messaging job have touched my heart so deeply. I broke down crying when you stated that you have no idea of how hard it must be for you and that your prayers are with you and be one of the few people in my life to say that even though you don't even know me and you don't know what's going on, I needed those words. My life is falling apart and I am so broken hearted I can barely breathe. No one around me seems to understand or even believe what is going on and I think that's part of what hurts the most is not being believed. So thank you China, thank you so much for your words. They were a gift from God to me.

Good morning Tamika, welcome to our family. We're so glad you're here. My name is Kelly, I'm from South Carolina. I'm actually about 2 hours down the road from you and Charlotte wanted to tell you a quick story of a friend of mine. Years ago had lupus terrible. Got so deathly ill, needed a kidney. That was the only answer. And God healed her, miraculously healed her. She never had to have a kidney. She is healthy and well and the doctors and nurses kept saying you'll be calling us back one day and she never has had to make that call. That may or may not be what God has planned for you but I'm praying that it is. I do love your prayer for a living donor. How beautiful is that? If you don't get miraculous healing Tamika, I do pray that you get a living donor. Dialysis is just such a bind and I pray that you are released from that. So let me just pray over you now. Father God, thank you so much for Tamika and Lord bring healing to her kidneys. Lord, do what only you can do. Do a mighty work that has no other explanation. And Lord, if that is not the case then give her a kidney of someone who can live a good life with just one. Bring healing to our friend Tamica, and just give her all of our love. In Jesus name, amen.

Good morning DABC family. This is Lady of Victory on the morning of January 11, I am calling in for Yolanda, who lost her niece and seven months ago lost her mom. I am so sorry, sis, for your loss. I know the pain that you must feel losing your mom. 2019, I lost my mom, and then 27 months later, I lost my only son. And you never get over it. Someone says something about, oh, I thought it was fresh, and it's like it's always fresh. It's always as if it just happened. And so one, I'm praying for you. And apologizing now for the insensitive comments that you may hear, because people just don't know what to say. Even as China said in her commentary today, people sometimes just don't know what to say. That's why Job's family just kept talking. Sometimes we just don't need you to say anything. So I apologize for them in advance. Father, I ask that you would be the God of all comfort and peace for this family as they go through this difficult time. Be there for them as only you can, in Jesus name.

Good morning, DABC. This is Tamika Griffin from Charlotte, North Carolina. I am just calling in because January 11 was talking right to me. China did an amazing job reading, but also just talking to us about, you know, Job and, you know, how 1 may feel that, you know, what did I do to deserve this? And I'm in that situation right now with my health. I feel like Job, my Twitter name is actually Sister Job, and it's been there for over 20 years because of all the health issues I'm dealing with that I don't understand why God allowed in. China just spoke right to my heart. God really used her because I'm in that place right now. Like, Lord, what did I do? I serve you. I love you. I go to church. I try to serve others. I tie it. I give off, and I try to tell people about Jesus, why is this happening to me? So I just want to let you know, while January 11 was talking right to me, so you guys just continue to keep me in prayer. As I mentioned in the prior prayer, I'm praying for a living kidney donor. But January 11 is still resonating with me because that's exactly how I feel. And I feel like even though I've never met China, yet in person. I feel like she saw me, she heard me, and she knows me. So thank you for this study, and I will continue to listen and keep up the great work, China and her mom. God bless you for even doing something like this. It's blessing my heart immensely. Have a good day. Bye.

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Turning Red (2022) - My Impressions

So it has be approximately 4 hours since I've watched Pixar's latest film Turning Red (2022) and here are the only thoughts I still have floating around hours after my first viewing (I have ADHD so my memory is fleeting. No spoilers but I'll put a filter anyway):

These children are queer. I'm sorry (not sorry)

There is no hetero explanation for the interaction between Priya and the goth girl

Mei and Miriam

Just Miriam I mean...look at this queer baby

Tyler

At the very least bi/ sapphic/ace/demi

At the heart, this again is about generational trauma (and we are still recovering from Encanto. Good lord Disney)

This is as much a mother/daughter story as it is a coming of age story. One that ends well and where the mother is overbearing (at first) but in very much a relatable way. I never viewed her as the villain. They really did such a great job with Ming.

RED. PANDAS. ARE. ADORABLE

The feels of the early 2000s period mixed in with 90s anime is amazing

Idk how they did it but they were able to blend 2D effects with 3D animation

Pads/feminine hygiene products/ periods finally EXIST in animation OMG

This is such an unapologetically girly, feminine, pink film that really embraces pre-teen/teen hood! I love when child characters are able to actually at like, well, CHILDREN.

I have been seeing a lot of complaints from people that this movie is...cringe. Well in my opinion, it was probably done on purpose. Just from seeing the behinds the scenes work on the film, this was a crew of women then knew what they were doing. Weren't we all that cringey at that age? Didn't we have moments where our parents made us wanna puke from embarrassment? I feel like it is a great testament to the crew that they were able to make us feel uncomfortable. To make us FEEL the embarrassment of Mei and to take us back to that period of time.

An edit: I will like to acknowledge those that wish to make this purely a platonic film about a group of friends. That’s okay too! Platonic relationships are so important, just as much as romantic ones. I’m not the kind of person to just make a character gay just because, but if I do see signs of it I will say it.

I'm planning to actually write a complete and fully realized essay on this movie after my second viewing but I had to write down my impressions before I forgot.This is definitely going to become a comfort movie.

#turning red #disney #pixar #turning red movie #turning red mei #mei lee #first impressions #reactions #my stuff #lgbtq #queer #disney animation #my heart #kcrartlove #walt disney #lgbtqiia+#girls icons #melloessays

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Innocence

One of the most interesting things to me about Lord Leviathan is the value He places on innocence. Fleeting and fragile, innocence is most often associated with children, free from corruption and ignorant to the filth of the world. It can also mean freedom from guilt, from fault.

I had personally come to to see innocence as something I had lost. My body and soul was stained in my mind, by carnal acts both desired and unwanted. I had not been a child in a long, long time. For as long as I could recall, my youth had been stained by a painful self awareness.

I’m sure there are those among you who have felt the sting of eyes upon you, even when you are alone. Perhaps you cringe at the private little joys you indulge in while you bask in solitude, conditioned to judge yourself by the impossible standards of our culture of purity. Perhaps you long for a time when you were whole, before whatever hurt you stole away the innocence of your soul.

I do. I admit I felt guilty for the sin of being taken advantage of, once. I felt guilty for enjoying things as simple as cartoons, taking time for myself, laughing, and even just being happy. So many of us who have been judged harshly by others seem to internalize those cruel words and thoughts, until it becomes part of your internal monologue.

When I read that Lord Leviathan cherished the innocent, my heart sank. For so long I had pined for my lost innocence, could I ever truly understand something I had lacked for so long?

Here is where my fears were unfounded. To understand the teachings of the demons, one must come to understand the way they think, and what they believe in. Unlike society and the cult of the Usurper, demons are not obsessed with false notions of purity. Consenting relations between adults are not an abomination in their eyes. Where society hates the harmless interests and beloved preoccupations of the neurodivergent, the demons celebrate and rejoice in passion and lightness of the heart. Where the masses declare victims of abuse at personal fault, demons hate tyrants, and reassure the abused that the broken ones are those who would take out their vile machinations on those who cannot defend themselves.

There was a time when it would physically wound me to see unburdened displays of public joy. Friends who would laugh and carry on with no mind to judgmental eyes, friends who could speak about their interests for hours, family who could embrace one another and rejoice in love. I hated it. Displays of innocence made me seethe. It was jealousy, I would later come to realize. I wanted to be able to be so free of guilt, but I had not learned to let go of my own self hatred.

Leviathan does not value the false innocence of virginity, of quiet ignorance and slavish devotion to ‘purity’. Your experience and your healthy boundaries make you wise. Your consenting, healthy relationships and the activities you do in the privacy and safety of a loving partner’s (or partners) arms only serve to fortify your soul. Your interests and what brings you joy are sacred. Your abuse is not some spiritual failing on your part, and you are not spoiled by the acts committed against you by another.

Innocence is freedom from guilt. The freedom to play, to love yourself, to hyperfixate, to love others, to make mistakes, to do anything that purity culture, society, and the Usurper says is filthy without self hatred. Innocence is not something that can be stolen from you. It exists within you, and can be awoken by self love and acceptance.

Innocence is kindness. Innocence is you, pure and perfect, scarred and scalded. If you can’t find it now, with time and effort, you will. Find out what is holding you back, scatter it to the furthest corners of the Abyss, and with a light and guiltless heart, play like no one is watching.

Reclaim your innocence.

#ti speaks #Demonolatry #leviathan #diety work #long post

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As It Should Be

A Zutara fic How it SHOULD'VE been (featuring passive aggressiveness towards Bryke and the ATLA/LOK series)

Katara nearly choked when she saw the poster for an upcoming play. On it was a man and woman who looked almost identical to her and Aang. The couple were locked in a loving embrace under the title "The Avatar's Love" accompanied by the subtitle 'a play by Mister Konietzko'. As mortified as Katara was, she couldn't help but laugh alongside Suki and Toph at the poster. The giggling fits lingered in her even after she returned to the vacation home. "What's got you so tickled?" Katara stifled her giggling to answer her husband. "Nothing. Just an ad for a play I saw while out with Toph and Suki." she explained, still smiling. Zuko pinched the bridge of his nose. "Let me guess: the Avatar's Love?" he groaned. Katara nodded. "I saw a pamphlet for that. People have been talking about it lately." Katara nibbled at her serving of fish. "It looks...interesting." she said. "It's ridiculous. Way more than it looks, believe it or not." Zuko spoke into his gauntlet. Katara looked at him in interest. "Oh? Have you seen it without my knowledge?" she said. Zuko rolled his eyes. "Of course not. It's more infamous than it is popular. Most of the reception it's gotten is because people find it so cringe inducing. Some of the councilors saw it and even they laughed at it." Katara shook her head with a tired smile on her face. "Why am I not surprised?" she muttered to herself. More giggles bubbled from her. She couldn't resist. It was so absurd. Her and Aang? As a couple? No, no. She did not have any interest in that years ago and she certainly didn't now. Especially now that she was a happily married woman to someone she did have more-than-friends/surrogate sibling feelings for. "I feel bad for Aang though. I mean, he did want that kind of thing with you." Zuko continued. "True, but that was before. He's over that. We wouldn't have had him officiate our wedding if he wasn't." Katara pointed out. "True. And we wouldn't be making him our child's godfather." Zuko shrugged. "Exactly." The two ate in silence for a few minutes before Zuko spoke again. "But, just out of sheer curiousity...was there ever a time where you and Aang...could've been a thing? Like, if you could go back you would be with him?" Katara swallowed her food. It was a fair question. She thought it over for a moment though she already knew her answer. "No, I don't think so. I've always loved Aang, but in a kid brother way. It wouldn't have been fair to either of us to be together if one didn't feel the same for the other. Besides, Aang still had a lot of work to do, for the world and himself. Being in a relationship would be the last thing he should've had." she said. Zuko processed his wife's answer. Katara gave him a loving smile and reached for him. "Plus, why would I want to change what I have now?" she added. Zuko smiled back at her and took her hand. "And what is it that you have?" he asked. "A husband I love and who respects and loves me unconditionally for who I am, a career that fulfills me, friends that are family to me, and a baby that although hasn't been born yet I already love to pieces." Katara said. At the last part, she placed a hand on her stomach, which was still small but starting to protrude. Zuko leaned in closer and kissed Katara on her cheek. "I'm happy that you're happy. I love you so much." he told her. "I love you too." she replied. With that warm assurance, the Fire Lord and his Lady of the Moon returned to eating their dinner. They moved on to other conversations: Sokka and Suki's upcoming visit, recent premature gifts for the baby courtesy of an exhilarated 'Uncle Aang' (as the Avatar signed his letters, insisting to be called this for his future godchild), court gossip, and political matters in the Fire Nation and the rest of the world. After finishing their dinner, they took a warm, relaxing bath then retired to their bed where they drifted off into a peaceful slumber in each other's arms, both as content as could be with the life they

had.

#zutara #zutara fic #fanfic #zk #zuko x katara #one shot #oneshot #fic #atla #avatar: the last airbender #anti kataang #antikataang #bryke critical #subtle criticism towards lok and the comics #but not too subtle

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