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apt502-if · 5 months

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A’s past relationship has me wondering how he feels about Cal and MC having feelings for each other while Cal’s still with Taren 😭

GREAT QUESTION.

#mail #about: cal #about: mc #about: atlas/athena #they will have opinions...

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mylovelybutler-786 · 1 year

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— 𝐙𝐮𝐤𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

{𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐙𝐮𝐤𝐨 𝐱 𝐆/𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫}

★ Image when you and Zuko were setting up your rooms on the ship, You didn’t like the idea of having to sleep in a room alone so you took all your things a threw them into your now “shared” bedroom with Zuko

★ Imagine wherever you two traveled somewhere new, Zuko would always hold your hand firmly refusing to let go

★ Imagine when you and Zuko still lived in the fire kingdom he would buy you the prettiest things (jewelry, clothing, etc.) Since he was a bit embarrassed of showing intimacy for the first time in your relationship

★ Imagine whenever Zuko talks about you to other people he’ll always refer to you as HIS partner, He always loves to mention it too.

★ Imagine When this man gets stressed out or angry (which is a lot) He’ll stomp right over to you and hug you from behind. He won’t let go of you until you turn around and hug him back

★ Imagine how much Zuko loves kissing your cheeks or hands but whenever you do it back his cheeks will always turn a little red no matter how long you two have been dating.

★ Imagine Ever since you and Zuko shared a room he's come to regret it since he now can't go to sleep without you two cuddling against each other, It makes him feel safe knowing that you're still next to him alive and well.

#zuko x reader #zuko x Gn reader #gn reader #Y/n #Reader #headconon #avatar the last airbender #ATLAB #atlab #atla zuko #Zuko #zuko headcanon #Fluff #gender neutral mc #gender nuetral reader

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zetadraconis11 · 2 months

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HL Incorrect Quote #81

*after Ominis and Sebastian had a fight*

Garreth: I've got an idea! I'm gonna send a note to Sebastian, and say it's from Ominis who wants to apologize. Then everyone will be friends again!

MC: I've gotta say, Garreth. You continue to impress me with your ideas.

Garreth: Eh, it's a gift!

*Garreth writes the note and sends it to Sebastian via owl*

Sebastian, one second after reading it and going over to Garreth & MC: I know this is from you, Garreth! Ominis can't write!

*Sebastian storms out*

MC: ...I can't believe we forgot Ominis can't write...

Garreth: Yup, we're idiots...

#I tried my hand at an ATLA quote #I think it's really up in the air about whether or not Ominis CAN write #He could probably enchant a quill to write for him like Rita's quill does #But for this incorrect quote we'll just say Ominis can't write lol #I saw a fanart of Ominis saying something Toph said and it made me want to do an ATLA quote #sebastian sallow #garreth weasley #ominis gaunt #hogwarts mc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy incorrect quotes

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luriuan · 17 days

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Sokka having his mother’s face is actually insane.

Imagine looking in the mirror and seeing your dead mother.

Imagine looking up at night and seeing your dead girlfriend.

I’d actually lose it

#Yue #princess yue #atla yue #Kya #kya atla #sokka atla #Sokka #atla sokka #Avatar #avatar the last airbender #atla #sorry for the Sokka posts I love him so much #so underrated for a mc

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bonesif · 2 years

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Not his Syfyn.

The exile (@exilethegame)

Syfyn Javall x Atlas Akrosa (werewolf commander)

Word count: 1094

Warnings: angst, descriptions of blood

AO3 link

Atlas's anger and the wall Syfyn has built around herself— an unstoppable force meets an unmovable object. The tension of their past relationship and the unspoken hurt between the two weighs heavy in the air. And Atlas has never been one to let the elephant in the room have its peace.

A rusty little one shot for a game I'm definitely not hyperfixated on. Angsty scene that takes place in the storage room.

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"You..." he rolls his parched lips together, wetting them. "You've barely looked at me since I've been here."

He's staring at a mask. A literal one, painted mixed colors by the stained glass perched over them. Syfyn's grey eyes peer back at him from behind it, all familiar and beautiful and wrong at the same time. Just like the rest of Plathius. But none of the untouched rooms of his childhood, the judgment and hateful gazes and fear of palace guards could ever cut quite as deep as the woman facing him a step away.

Three years and Atlas can still read Syfyn better than anyone, privy to the tension in her shoulders; the rigidity in her posture and the way she bristles at his words. When she's uncertain, she falls back on her duty. It's always been like that. She followed her orders like a model soldier should, even when they led her places she dreads. Except with me, he thinks, except when I bent the rules, then buries the thought deep within him.

Behind her dedication to orders, it's clear to him that she doesn't want to be here. Doesn't want him here.

"Did all of it mean nothing to you?" He prods at her indifference, too stubborn and never one to let the elephant in the room have its peace. Do I mean nothing to you?

Dust filters through the rich mirage of light between them.

Syfyn breaks his gaze, eyes set on the glass casing around his old armor. She's met with the eyeless stare of a white wolf pelt. She doesn't dare let her eyes wander to the daggers glinting from where they're displayed.

"Talon and fang. You know, it's like the two of us." Atlas's foot comes out to nudge her beneath the table, a crooked smile tugging at his lips until his gums peek out. He's waiting for her to say he's an idiot.

She just stares, confusion and endearment sinking into her blank expression. "Why?"

Her feet are moving before she registers it, tense wings nearly knocking into Atlas as she passes.

"So you'll always be at my side. No matter what happens out there." He looks much too proud of himself, leaning an elbow on the dark wood and flashing one blade just under his warm brown eyes. "So. Do you hate it?"

She feels like everyone in the room can see her, a warmth seeping into her cheeks that isn't leftover from baking in the sun. Her arms draw closer to herself, and she knows she's going to kick him back as soon as she admits it.

"No."

Syfyn reaches the door again, grip biting into the handle. She forces the memories down as heavily as she swings it open, hard enough that a gust disturbs her feathers.

Atlas's gaze burns into her back.

"What, you can't even talk to me?"

It's not a question, not really. It's a statement. An accusation, broiling in Atlas's throat long before it leaves his tongue.

Syfyn says nothing from where she stands. She just holds the door with such perfect stillness she could've been cut from marble. Like he's not even there.

The message is clear. We're done here. I'm not doing this right now.

It makes him restless, fists clenching so hard they form white half moons across his knuckles. Frustration and anger and pain bubble out of him, left standing alone by the cold glass case of his past. It burns like acid, threatening to eat away at him and spill out all at once.

His words come out soft and harsh and tender altogether as he says, "you know I never would've left you there, alone in a cell."

He's staring at the solid form of her back in utter silence and he wants nothing more than for her to look at him again with that smile so warm it rivaled her sunburnt cheeks— just like when they were kids, then comrades, then something more. He wants her to call him an idiot, to dare him to do things he couldn't possibly be stupid enough to do and laugh until her sides stitch when he does it. He wants her to criticize his messy clothes again. He wants her to apologize, or to tell him she misses him, or that she hates him. He wants her to look at him.

Syfyn was never so quiet around him. He can still remember it, that side of her when duty and orders were removed. How could he ever forget it?

Not The Brazen Griffin. Not Plathius's second in command.

His Syfyn. Gold would never be warm enough for what he saw in her. It was all the things he was missing now, the things he'd ruined.

There's a hollow feeling in his stomach threatening to make him feel something heavier than anger but no, no, no.

Days go by. No one comes. All Atlas can do is stare at the walls and try not to feel the blood still caked to his skin. It's under his nails. It's on his arms, his chest, dried into the fabric of his clothes. He smells it. He's tasted it. He can't tell how much of it is his, where his wounds end and his crimes begin.

No one to talk to, no place to clean the blood off his hands. No way to know if she's okay—

And now it's Atlas that can't look at Syfyn. His stomach churns and he feels he could be sick.

Not that, anything but that.

He can't bear to feel the guilt, the loneliness, the hurt he's chased away for three long years. Those things weigh heavy when they settle into your bones. They threaten to shut you down. He doesn't think he'd get back up if he fell into it now, doesn't think he ever would've in those years he spent on his own. Doesn't think he can live without his anger patched over it.

Atlas swallows hard and settles instead on bitter.

His footsteps are the only sound in the storage room, approaching until they settle right beside her. Not his Syfyn, not Sy, not Javall.

"You were going to the training field." Her words come out rigid, forced.

Atlas hisses a breath out between clenched teeth, not sure if he's angry or just disappointed.

"Right."

He doesn't wait when she pivots to shut the door, clicking every lock safely in place. And perhaps it's for the best as she catches her breath, hands trembling in the shadow of her body.

#syfyn javall #mc: atlas #syfyn javall x atlas akrosa #mc talk #fic #mine #exile the game #the exile game #if: the exile #syfyn javall x the commander

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ok-boomerang · 1 year

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learning to make fire: fic complete! 🎉🎉

read on ao3🔥🌊

chapters: 15/15

rating: T

Brief Fic Summary: Katara broke up with Aang, but he won’t let her go. Mai dumped Zuko, and he’d do anything to get her back. Surely fake dating will solve their problems.

#zutara #zutara fanfiction #zuko x katara #modern au #fake dating #atla fanfiction #ok-boomerang ao3 #zuko #katara #learning to make fire #my first mc fic #is finished!#kateeehv's gif is so beautiful

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saibug1022 · 1 month

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Lance Hartley - The Elementalists

Meet my new son, Lance Hartley! As previously referenced, this isn't an MC, this is an OC in my Apollo-verse canon, and he is actually Atlas's love interest, and they meet in my post-te2 plotline. He's a blood att pretending to be a water att due to blood magick being outlawed and the plot of my te 3. He's a healer and he is in Penderghast on a medical scholarship

#playchoices #choices #pixelberry #elementalists #the elementalists #choices the elementalists #atlas ernhardt #choices oc #choices mc

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nyaskitten · 1 month

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So like... the Imperium Source Dragon's interactions with Lloyd and the concept of Source Dragons in general are TOTALLY based on the Lion Turtles and Aang's encounter with one in the finale, right? Ancient powerful beings, the sources of this worlds elemental powers, and one of them gives the main character, known to wield all/some of these powers at some point in time (Ninjago has way more elements than AtLA, but Lloyd stopped using other elements after like season 2 I think...), an ancient and supposedly dangerous power as a means of saving the day.

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #raine's rambles #avatar the last airbender #atla #lloyd ninjago #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #aang atla #atla aang #i mean ninjago takes a LOT of inspiration from atla #all powerful mc who can wield the other char's powers #a recurring gag character whos ALWAYS being screwed over by the main team #although mailman hasnt been around for a while :(#and then theres s7 where the blacksmith shop just has a symbol for the water tribe and fire nation #and the s14 gif where nya and maya do waterbending forms .

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blood-choke · 5 months

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hiiii… i wanted to ask more about this particular val scene where mc and her talk about that portrait and mc is a bit stuck on the word husband and wants val to know theyre not a man. can i ask what inspired that type of convo? i wanted to know if it’s something you’ll touch up on again? is this underlying feelings mc had before their entombment… worried that val sees them as a man just because mc is masc? cause i know that’s kind of broader discussion in the lesbian community iirc….. was that why you wanted to incorporate it? this ask has so many questions LOL but basically i wanted to say i was intrigued and it did made me think more on those type of dynamics (thinking back to those resources you rb’d a while ago that go more into depth about diff things in the lesbian community)

oh boy get ready for another long-winded answer from me!

a lot of the feelings mc has about their gender are inspired by Leslie Feinberg's work (mainly Stone Butch Blues)

Feinberg was someone who lived & passed as a man for years of hir life, and wrote a lot about the complexities of hir gender and what it was like being a "gender outlaw."

there was actually a scene in particular from sbb that kinda put the kernel of an idea in my mind that led to this narrative of the mc feeling overshadowed by Standard and anxious about being perceived as a man. it's towards the end of the book when Jess (sbb's protagonist) meets Ruth (a trans woman that Jess falls in love with)

Jess offers to help Ruth carry groceries up to her apartment, and Ruth takes this the wrong way & is offended, partly because she thinks Jess is a man.

One Saturday afternoon I found her clutching two huge bags of groceries and fumbling with the downstairs front-door lock. I pulled out my key.

“Here, let me.” She didn’t say thank you. She hurried ahead of me on the stairs.

“Can I help you carry those?” I offered.

“Do I look weak to you?” she asked.

I stopped on the stairs. “No. Where I come from it’s just a sign of respect, that’s all.”

She continued up the stairs. “Well, where I come from,” she called out, “men don’t reward women for pretending to be helpless.” Once I heard her apartment door close I kicked the stair in anger and frustration.

later, after they get to know each other better, they have this interaction:

I laughed and picked at my salad. “Do you know if I’m a man or a woman?”

“No,” Ruth said. “That’s why I know so much about you.”

I sighed. “Did you think I was a man when you first met me?" She nodded. "Yes. At first I thought you were a straight man. Then I thought you were gay. It’s been a shock for me to realize that even I make assumptions about sex and gender that aren’t true. I thought I was liberated from all of that.”

I smiled. “I didn’t want you to think I was a man. I wanted you to see how much more complicated I am. I wanted you to like what you saw.”

i think the inspiration here is quite obvious, hahaha. i figure anyone that's read sbb can sense the similar through-line here in my work. though the conversation between mc and Valentina has a much different tone.

there's another scene later as well after something happens to Jess and she has to have her jaw wired shut. she's working at a new job and is unable to speak, and she's also passing as a man at this job. she overhears some of her female coworkers talking about her and they refer to her as a "creep" and speculate that she's always watching one of them. Jess overhears all of this and then walks out of the job, goes home and pulls the wires out of her mouth herself:

After I was sure I’d gotten the last piece of wire out of my gums, I rinsed my mouth with whiskey and then drank the rest of it so I could sleep without remembering how Marija’s words had stripped me of my humanity.

butches & gnc women still face this kind of dehumanization; compared or likened to men in a derogatory way, accused of being "heteropatriarchal," the predatory stereotype of the fat ugly lesbian, and on the other side they're also hypersexualized, especially online and in queer spaces. butchphobia is a specific kind of misogyny that hits from all sides, even from the people that are supposed to be a part of your community. and this attitude especially effects trans women and women of color, who are already experiencing all of these things due to transmisogyny and racism.

i also really wanted to use this to touch on the kind of gender essentialism that we see in a lot of these cis feminist discussions - to these women at this job, Jess had committed no real crime other than being quiet and being the “wrong” kind of man. something about this scene has always stuck with me and really bothered me, but it's hard to put into words; on one hand i can admit i have probably been one of those women who made some kind of similar remark about a man i barely knew, but i've also been someone on the receiving end, too, because of the way i look. the mc in blood choke is put into this box, but they can't fit in, as someone who has been on both sides and doesn't really understand where they belong because of it; how can she stand beside Valentina or Hana or Clear when they might see her as a perpetrator, someone who can't be trusted? how does this mindset harm both the women and the men of the council and everyone in between? how can we break this cycle?

one of the films i mentioned recently when talking about the character designs was The Same Difference, which is specifically about the Black lesbian community and the discrimination within that community based upon gender roles (though this is not something limited to just the Black lesbian community)

a lot of the women in that doc talk about the boxes they're put in as AG or stud lesbians - they can't have their hair long, they can't wear makeup, they can't do this or that, they have to be aggressive and hard or else they're not real studs. they discuss stud on stud (or butch4butch) and how other lesbians look down on those types of lesbians, as well as the disdain for bisexual women for "betraying" the community. it explores the way misogyny and the patriarchy still oppress these women and forces them into this restrictive gender role despite their refusal to adhere to the other role originally assigned to them, and the way racism specifically intersects and exacerbates it for Black lesbians. there's a stud that's an exotic dancer and wears a weave, and a lot of other studs have a problem with this because a weave is "a female thing." another section follows a pregnant stud, and how the community shuns her for that, because she "dresses like a man and acts like a man" so why is she getting pregnant when she should be "the man"?

mc doesn't remember how they felt before entombment, but waking up they feel this need to prove themselves - both in that they are hard and aggressive like a butch should be, but also in that they want to be this person for Valentina or Clear or Hana (or all of them) that is safe and comforting. but they aren't sure how to do that when the world perceives them as this one specific thing - as a husband, as Standard, as a man, specifically this man who hurt Valentina.

of course we've already seen this to not be true of the companions with the last chapter as the mc learns more and spends more time with everyone. but this is kind of the foundation of where this whole idea came from. it started with my novel & i chose vampires for that story & this one because there is a long history of lesbian vampirism (and also because it's sexy) but there's this "curse" that both Hana & Valerie talk about in their respective stories, the first one being the racism she's had to face, the transphobia, along with this alienation and perception of lesbians as predatory and conniving and aggressive, as vampires, which i just think really lends itself to expanding upon these issues lesbians & trans women face both in general and within the community.

anyways if you want to read more i suggest Stone Butch Blues, which you can get for free on Leslie Feinberg's website, as well as S/he, by Minnie Bruce Pratt, available on the internet archive, Gender Failure by Ivan E. Coyote & Rae Spoon also on the internet archive, and you can rent The Same Difference for $10 on vimeo.

#im gonna be real idk if this makes sense to anyone but me. lmfao #but basically leslie feinberg is a huge inspiration for me #and just exploring the way homophobia and transphobia and misogyny all intersect when someone is gnc #and the expectations put on them #i think about butch al a lot and the things she says to jess and the way that section of the book plays out #and then in the end when the cops raid the bar #al and jess are fags except for what the cops did to al and the way they dehumanize her #how the mc is considered a man in certain instances - when the girls throw a brick at her or when the woman yells at her in the bathroom #or when atlas shakes hands with her and calls her their man #but other times she's a 'proper lady' with V or when that man gives her and Hana a dirty look in the elevator #or when cassius says 'ladies first'#mc is always one or the other whatever is convenient and degrades her the most in the moment #you know?#i dont know. im just saying stuff #basically i want to explore these gendered expectations & stereotypes and how they harm someone vulnerable like mc #how they feel alienated even from V & hana & clear for not being butch enough #but also for being butch and trans in the first place and feeling like an infiltrator #ask #anonymous

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