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idrilearfalas · 4 months

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A sad day in fandom, today.

The passing of David Soul was heartbreaking... and yet I have so many memories, so much fangirling, so much shipping connected to him and the Starsky & Hutch fandom that the main feeling I have is an infinite gratefulness for the chance to have lived it all. Aaah, if only I could convince every one of you to try this show... you'd understand in a moment.

Thanks to David for giving me all those beautiful moments and for helping us fans create something that will exist forever.

If this was a cowboy movie, I'd give you my boots, Mr Soul. Goodbye

#David Soul #starsky and hutch #Total eclipse of the heart #remember that fic?#my gosh so many stories #such a huge piece of fandom history #wish more people had experienced it #in 4 seasons he and Paul gave us everything a ship is supposed to have #including hand- holding #learn your lesson spn #that was perfection #and they'll always hold half of my fandom heart #thank you #I'm a lucky one

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tangledinink · 1 month

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Out of curiosity, do you think your Gemini fan kids could exist in the shows canon universe? Marsh and Lake are seriously so adorable I’ve low key accepted as Donnie’s kids in the shows future canon. Also how does the krang apocalypse play out in the Gemini AU? Is it prevented or is there maybe Gemini bad timeline?

Gosh, I dunno-- I guess I don't see why not! :3c I hadn't ever thought about it too much, but there really isn't a ton of reason that they couldn't, assuming Donnie and Sorrel still meet!

Also, there are Kraang in the Gemiverse! I haven't exactly sorted out all the details yet, but what I do know is that there's no good future/bad future... there's just one timeline! The Kraang do invade and Gems and Co. do kick it in the Apocalyptic Warzone for a while... but the whole fam survives and they do eventually win the war!!! (because anything else made me too sad ; w ; and I realized at some point that it's my au so i can just do whatever I want :D yay)

#i hemmed and hawwed on it for a while and considered just like #not touching the kraang at all #but gosh the whole Apocalypse thing comes with so many fun story elements and possibilities...#but thinking about the family losing each other and falling apart made me very sad #i dont like family death in my stories v much unless in very specific context (like my grief comic series) coz #it just... makes me very ; _ ; and stresses me out #but then i realized like. oh wait i could just... take out the part i dont like if i want. and keep the bits i do. theres nothing stoppin m #for the record marsh and lake are fully apocalypse babies #kame is not because leo isnt willing to have a warzone child and then the second the fucking war is over hes like #[grabs usagi] I WANT A BABY TOO ; _ ;#usagi: ... like... right now?#leo: i love you SO much... :') dont say stupid things like that to me rn or i s2g--#asks #anon #gemini au asks #gemini asks

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ecoamerica · 25 days

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galaxygermdraws · 1 year

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So fun fact this is the drawing I accidentally copy pasted on top of itself. Originally this was supposed to be a wallpaper type I would offer for Comms, but this was so complicated I would rather not do that to myself.

In other news I am thoroughly obsessed with RTDLDX, and have beat everything except the True Arena (I have yet to 100% extra mode though, as I had like 4 lives by the final world. It kicked my butt but I do thoroughly enjoy a challenge). I have. so many thoughts. Mostly about this egg (who I am now broke because of. I have spent much money for him)

Also this is my first time properly drawing either of his boss forms I do not understand how other people do it, it was fun but gosh round shapes are hard to draw in one smooth go. Ramble aside, this is a phone wallpaper, if you wanna use it as such! That’s what its meant to be. Prolly works better as a lock screen unless you can move where your apps are

(relogs with tags/comments are appreciated. Thankyu)

#kirby #magolor #magolor kirby #kirby's return to dreamland #kirby's return to dreamland deluxe #rtdldx #rtdldx spoilers #magolor epilogue #gosh this game gave me so many emotions #i literally speedran the main story #i beat every world in the span of a few hours on the FIRST DAY i owned it.#then spent the second day beating the finale #then proceeded to beat the normal arena. fairly easy all things considered #then i went and played a bit of extra mode and went ok ill tackle you later.#went to magologue #got to the ending and i was gonna quit so the switch wouldnt DIE #but i ACCIDENTALLY activated the final boss #so i had to put it on the tv and gosh it was...a lot. i was vibing.#then i saw the credits and kinda lost my mind in the best way #then i spent the most of my time s u f f e r i n g #because extra mode. is SURPRISINGLY difficult i game overed like FOUR TIMES.#in the final level of the game by the way #germdraws #germ draws #glowing eyes #eye contact #ask to tag

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mozzygan · 3 months

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WIP ask game

In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

thanks for the tag @anna-scribbles!! been working on a lot of these intermittently for years, and the folder itself is a mix of both original novels and fanfics! here goes—

Originals:

LoW All

Sidekicked

YNK

before // after

woth

Fanworks:

idkyy

LadRuAU

BotK 3

not sure who's all participated but tagging @marimbles @sha-nwa @rosekasa @taliaxlatia @botherkupo @wackus-bonkus-maximus

sorry if you've already played! not sorry if you been tagged already but HAVEN'T played mwahaha

#ask game #wip ask game #mine #mozzy thoughts #my original stories #my fics #gosh i wanna work on so so many of these!!!!#currently workin on low #but i so wanna do ynk and sidekicked #and then idkyy for fics ARGH I WANNA DO THEM ALLLLLL #anyways

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khargaotte · 12 days

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I had a bunch of sewing to do these past two weeks, so I was finally able to get some listening time and start @breakerwhiskey

And I was expecting it to be good because I have utmost trust in the compatibility of Lauren Shippen's writing with my tastes in stories (plus even years after finishing the Bright Sessions main series her voice still feels like home in a very comforting way)

But it's just..... It's so good. It's so so good. I'm about halfway through with what's been released so far (about to start episode 86 after posting this) and I love all of it. I love Whiskey and I love the mistery and the small crumbs we've been starting to get (especially the past ten episodes)

The narrative device (woman talking in the void of her CB radio and eventually getting some response while on a roadtrip across America with weird/veeery low-key horror-y vibes) is reminding me of what it was like to listen to Alice isn't Dead for the first time, and I mean that as a very high compliment

So idk. If you like audio drama take this as me heartily recommending this one, and if not thanks for letting /me/ ramble in the void

#breaker whiskey #audio drama #khar talks too much #khar says stuff #can't remember which one is my actual tag for personal stuff akfkir #but yeah i have not really been able to listen to podcasts much these past few years since i no longer have a commute #and my line of work means i can't have stories in my ears while i work because then i can't focus on the words on my screen #and i really really miss it and i have so many i could have caught up on #but when i started this project i thought it'd be nice to try something new #(may or may not have been inspired by Lauren's listening logs over on Instagram)#and gosh dang i have no ragrets

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snoffyy · 1 year

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Aang x Azula prompt: "It's getting harder to hide our relationship but there's a serial killer, several important political figures, your ex, and your family, all in the same place. Now is not the time. "

or Hanahaki disease. :3

OMFG YES AZULAANG. I so very much wanted to explore it in 'And I will Stay' but it was going to take up way too much real estate 😭

I went with Hanahaki disease, but then for once my brain cell decided to work, and... eh, churned out something that really can't be called a ficlet anymore. It reads a little rushed to me, but I also didn't want it to spiral more than it already did, so please forgive the pacing.

Thank you for the prompt, it was so fun to work with!

Azula counts the dust motes floating in her cell.

One… two…

She loses count. They blur together. Floaters in her eyes, or perhaps another speck that drifted from the ceiling.

“Would you seriously rather stare at the wall than talk to me?!”

The Avatar’s incredulous voice, unfortunately, invades her peace. Azula sighs, and with a languorous turn of her head, eyes the Avatar with disdain.

For whatever reason, brother dearest had thought the Avatar would have more luck getting through to her. In a way, she understands, even though she abhors having anything in common with little Zuzu. He hasn’t visited her in weeks. She supposes she can’t blame him. Not when every meeting has them screaming and throwing fire at each other.

There’s too much anger and hurt between them for anything to go anywhere.

“I’m not interested in anything you have to say,” she sneers. “What more do you want, Avatar? You’ve won. There, I admitted it. My father is rotting in prison, my brother is on the throne – my throne, for that matter –”

“You lost the Agni Kai. You aimed for a third party.”

“Semantics,” she waves him off.

“They’re not semantics,” the Avatar protests, the furrow of his brow the first indication of anger he’s shown since these inane little visits started. “You could’ve killed Katara. You could’ve killed my friend.”

Azula appraises him stonily.

The Avatar sighs. “You’re not a monster. I want to believe you’re not a monster.”

“Oh yes?” she drawls sarcastically. “Then why am I here?”

In the corner of her eye, a shadowy figure flit by. A tall woman, the silhouette of the Fire Lady’s hairpiece in the tight furl of a topknot –

She lets out a slow breath, returning her attention to the dust motes.

One… two… three…

“I’m going to give you something,” the Avatar says, grey eyes steely. It’s uncharacteristic of him, and she isn’t quite sure what to do about that.

“What?” she still retorts drily.

Suddenly, the Avatar’s face brightens, a curious childlike gleam in his eyes.

“Freedom.”

Azula barely refrains from an undignified snort. “I beg your pardon?”

“Freedom,” the Avatar repeats. “You’re getting out of here and going on a trip with me.”

She rolls her eyes, scoffs, rakes his face for any tells or hints of deception. When she finds none, she furrows her brows.

“Is that not another prison? You will be holding me hostage –”

“Not hostage,” the Avatar interrupts. “It’s a trip. On Appa. We’ll go to some cool places, try out some local cuisine, maybe even go penguin sledding…”

“No thanks,” Azula says thinly. “I think I’d rather be a prisoner than a tourist.”

“Come on,” he wheedles. “Wouldn’t you want to get out of here for a bit? I promise you no stuffy politics. It’s just fun!”

She summons a ball of flame and tosses it at the Avatar. He yelps, jumps six feet in the air, the top of his bald head threatening to brush against the ceiling.

Pathetic. To think this was what had brought down her father.

Azula smirks. “Now that is fun.”

“Ha-ha, very funny,” the Avatar grumbles, drifting back down.

“Change your mind?” Azula asks airily, tossing a little flame back and forth between her hands. She doesn’t like these games. The games she likes are the ones she knows the rules to, but the Avatar has come stumbling in disrupting everything. She doesn’t know what he wants, and she doesn’t think she’d be much interested in anything he’d want.

“No,” the Avatar says, frustratingly looking even more determined. “Get some rest. We leave first thing tomorrow. Wouldn’t you rather be a prisoner outside than inside?”

He doesn’t give her time to reply. Instead, like a bird, he alights into the air, leaving nothing but a cool wind in his wake. She throws another fireball where he once stood, scorching the stone.

She hates it. She hates everything about this trip. She hates the clothes she’s been supplied, the grungy clip she’d been given to tie her hair, the… the smelly, grunting, scraggy flying bison she is clinging onto for dear life as they soar across the sky.

“See?!” the Avatar whoops. “Isn’t this fun?”

Azula thinks she’d rather let herself tip over the edge.

Their first stop is some dinky little island in the middle of nowhere. When Azula finally swallows down her pride and asks what they’re here for, the Avatar shushes her rudely and leads her to the shore.

And then he stands there with his eyes closed.

She indulges him for the first ten minutes. Ten minutes too long, when she discovers he isn’t even waiting for anything. He’s simply standing on the warm sand, facing the ocean.

She tosses fire at him.

The Avatar dodges nimbly, the serene expression still on his face. Azula would be impressed if she wasn’t fed up.

“What are you doing?” she finally rebukes sharply. “This is a waste of time. If this is all you have planned for your merry little trip, then I think I’d rather walk myself back to prison –”

“Shh,” the Avatar cracks an eye open, grinning. “When was the last time you stood on the beach and listened to the waves?”

“Ember Island,” Azula replies bluntly. “Not too long after your apparent death, actually. With my brother and…” the words shrivel up in her mouth. Mai and Ty Lee were her friends. Were.

“Not like that,” the Avatar says gently. “I meant just listening to the waves, letting them wash your worries away. When was the last time you cleared your mind?”

Azula falls silent. A clear mind has always been what she was renowned for. As if to assure herself, she flexes her fingers, feeling the crackle of static dance between them. But, admittedly, in prison, her only company was often her own thoughts.

“Listen,” the Avatar insists. “And don’t try to throw lightning at me. I know how to redirect it.”

“Well, good for you,” Azula huffs.

Still, seeing that there is nothing else to do, she turns her face to the waves.

And listens.

She likes structure. She likes it when things go in their correct places, when plans follow through by her meticulously planned steps. She likes it when she can definitively say that one thing is this and another is that.

The Avatar is, unfortunately, not any of that.

His whims are as free-spirited as the winds, billowing this way one moment and that way the next.

Azula knows people. She reads them easier than reading books. Their tells, the miniscule twitches in their expression, the subtle startles of their fingers and feet.

The Avatar wears his heart on his sleeve and his thoughts on his face. And yet, despite the way he bares everything so openly, she struggles to break him down into individual categories.

“I got you something!” the Avatar beams, popping up beside her. They’re in a tiny village somewhere along the borders of the Earth Kingdom, perusing the local market. There isn’t anything of interest, but Azula finds herself looking around anyway, idly noting the trinkets and wares on display.

Azula eyes the small cloth-wrapped bundle suspiciously. When she doesn’t take it, the Avatar grabs her hand and puts it in her palm himself. She swats him away, wiping her hand on her trousers.

He doesn’t take any offence. “Open it!”

Azula sighs heavily. Undoing the twine, she slowly pulls apart the brown cloth, revealing a small pot of rouge. She lifts the lid, trying to ignore the twinge in her heart as she takes in the bright hue, as deeply crimson as the colour she usually used.

She can’t remember the last time she’d used cosmetics.

“Thanks,” she mutters gruffly.

“No problem! See, I’m something of a haggler, and I managed to get it for a ‘special price’. Although, I think it’s something to do with being the Avatar. But anyway, it was pretty cheap! Not that I know how much makeup usually costs –”

“You have more than enough money,” Azula rolls her eyes. “These are simple villagers trying to make a living. I say you just give them the full price. It keeps the economy going and ensures someone gets to put food on the table.”

The Avatar stares at her in surprise.

“What?” Azula bristles. “I’m stating facts.”

“Nothing,” the Avatar rubs the back of his head sheepishly. “I just didn’t think you’d be so… nice about um, Earth Kingdom people.”

It’s probably rude to throw fire at someone who had just bought her a gift, but Azula does it anyway. Much to her satisfaction, she manages to singe the corner of his top, and gleefully watches the Avatar hop around in a panic.

“I simply know a thing or two about running a country,” Azula announces, turning on her heel to head back to the bison.

Later that night, in private, she carefully applies the rouge on her lips. It seems silly, but it feels like a little piece of herself has returned.

In the background of her reflection, she thinks she almost catches a mirroring smile on her mother’s face.

He wears her down. Somewhat.

It takes weeks, but eventually Azula can admit she doesn’t think about her humiliating defeat during Sozin’s Comet as much anymore. She is a princess, and she always will be, but she has never been a tourist.

Maybe it’s not so bad trading thoughts of military plans and strategies for thoughts of how long a hike would take and when they should be heading back for dinner.

At one of the towns they stop by, she even buys Zuzu a figurine of a turtleduck carved from ivory.

The Eastern Air Temple is hauntingly still. Echoes of the past rebound throughout the surprisingly in-tact structures.

They tour around it, and Azula… Azula finds herself enthralled.

“It’s great, isn’t it?” the Avatar bounds in front of her, a little too close to her face.

She throws a fireball at him.

The Avatar dodges nimbly, air currents spiralling under his feet as he launches himself into a tree, feet hooking around a branch.

“Hey!” the Avatar grins, hanging upside down from the gnarled bough like a monkey. “You weren’t serious that time!”

A miniscule smile of her own tugs involuntarily at her lips.

“No,” she says slowly. “I suppose not.”

It’s ridiculous.

Azula wakes up one morning before promptly retching up small, white petals with blue accents. She stares at her palmful of flowers in horror. Tiny, little things that were as white as snow, painted with vivid blue streaks that reminded her of the arrows tattooed along the Avatar’s arms and legs.

They smell sweet and light, and something about its fragrance reminds her of something she can’t put her finger on.

She burns them.

Hanahaki disease.

A myth, a rumour, a deliverance of punishment unto her.

Azula doesn’t get any better despite every fibre in her body praying day and night that these damned flowers would shrivel up and die. But who should she pray to if not to herself? For it is her own problem, her folly to have some stupid, stupid unrequited love.

She doesn’t even know who she is supposedly in love with.

Not with the Avatar, no, no. It’s her first thought, but when she looks at him, she finds herself relieved to find that her heart remains as steady as ever, her gut as still as a tranquil pond, and her breathing as even as a mirror’s surface.

She doesn’t understand. She isn’t yearning for the Avatar’s love. She isn’t yearning for anyone’s love. She doesn’t need love. Love is for fools.

Love is for fools. Just as trust is for fools.

Because they are intertwined, aren’t they? Love makes one foolish. Love blinds you, turns you on your head, turns your own mind against you.

Azula coughs again. Petals spill from her lips, fluttering to the ground in a scatter. If she concentrates, she can taste its perfume in the back of her mouth.

“Zephyr blossoms!”

Azula subtly coughs into her sleeve before she turns around, frowning at the Avatar.

“I beg your pardon?”

He picks up a white petal from the ground, and she realises in horror that she hadn’t managed to catch one. A slip-up. A miscalculation.

“Zephyr blossoms,” the Avatar repeats, stroking the petal fondly, looking a little teary-eyed. “How did they get here? They’re native to the Eastern Air Temple. They used to be carried around by the breeze and we’d make a game of catching them. Monk Gyatso used to say that they were created by air sprites.”

“Is that so?” Azula says dully.

The Avatar throws the petal into the air, manipulating the wind around them to carry it off the cliff.

“Anyway,” he says cheerfully, “we should get to the inn. It’s getting late.”

Azula nods. As soon as his back is turned, she throws her handful of petals over the edge.

She wakes in the middle of the night unable to breathe. It’s a nightmare, its shadowy fingers still cinching around her throat. She’d dreamt of her mother, of her soft perfume and embroidered sleeves wiping away her tears. She’d dreamt of her mother’s soothing voice, her gentle footfalls, her indulging smile when Azula ran up to her clutching some interesting little thing she’d found and wanted to show off.

She’d dreamt of the happier times, and in so many ways, it’s worse than dreaming of monsters and demons.

A wretched sob tears free from her throat, and with it, a flurry of petals. They lodge in her gullet, and she coughs, hacking up flower after flower.

“Azula.”

Azula’s head jerks up in shock. The Avatar is standing in the doorway, a small sprig of flame flickering on his fingertip, casting a warm orange glow around the dark room.

“Go away,” Azula manages to choke around her mouthful of flowers. Her eyes blur with tears, from choking or despair, she doesn’t know. “Go away.”

“No.”

She shrieks at him, summoning a molten ball of blue rage before hurling it at the Avatar. To her frustration, he dissipates it calmly, and then slowly enters the room.

Azula hunches forward, sobbing into the disarray of flowers.

“Who?”

“I don’t know,” Azula spits. She lets herself sob one more time before she scrubs at her eyes, taking in deep breaths to calm down. But as she sucks in a lungful of air, she inadvertently takes in the flower’s scent.

She remembers.

It’s her mother’s perfume. Her mother used to make it herself, infusing flowers and oils together in a blend that Azula could never follow. Coupled with the other scents, she hadn’t recognised it on the first go, but now… now, there is no mistaking it.

“Azula,” the Avatar cautiously sits on the bed. “Who is it?”

“I don’t know,” Azula repeats, more numbly now. “It’s not you, I can tell you that.”

“Azula…” the Avatar gently touches her shoulder. She doesn’t shake him off. “This… this is a serious disease.”

“You think I don’t know that?!” she snaps, “Maybe it’s a good thing. Maybe I’ll just wither away and die and the little world you saved will be made all the better!”

The Avatar withdraws, shocked.

“That’s right,” she says bitterly. “I know there are officials clamouring for my execution. Maybe I’ll finally give everyone what they want and just fucking –”

“Azula!” the Avatar shouts, horrified. “No! No, no, no, no, no. Why… why are you saying all this? Azula, I thought you… you…”

“You don’t understand,” Azula hisses. “None of you understand. I just… leave me alone, Avatar.”

The Avatar doesn’t leave her alone. Instead, he shuffles closer, asking her, “Do you… do you love yourself? Cherish yourself?”

Her heart stutters to a stop. Of all times the Avatar has to be insightful, it has to be now, when she is at her lowest point, wishing her mind would go blank so her thoughts would finally leave her alone.

“Oh,” the Avatar says softly, “oh, Azula.”

“Get out,” she barely manages to utter through her gritted teeth. “Get. Out.”

She digs her nails into her arms, deep into the sinew, and her fingers start smoking. She doesn’t dare look at him, not when she’s sure there’s a pitying look on his face. She doesn’t need this. She never needed this.

Footsteps. The door creaking open. A click.

Azula hesitantly raises her head.

The Avatar is gone, but somehow, she feels worse than before.

They don’t speak about that night.

Azula continues coughing up flowers, and the Avatar continues giving her worrying glances.

She doesn’t see her mother anymore. Sometimes she feels like she doesn’t see anything at all. The days blur past, and they visit different places in solemn silence. In a way, she almost misses the excitable, jovial atmosphere the Avatar brought with him everywhere.

In a quiet teashop, she sits in a private room, sipping tea and counting dust motes.

One… two… three… four… five…

The paper door slides open, and the Avatar steps in, holding a scroll.

“Zuko wants to come see you.”

“You told him?!” Azula hisses angrily. “You told him about – about –”

“No, no,” the Avatar assures. “No. I haven’t told him anything. He sent a letter himself. He wants to see you, Azula.”

“Why?” she asks, forcing her eyes back to her tea. “Why bother?”

“Because you’re his little sister,” she hears the Avatar walk closer. “He doesn’t want to give up on you. He said your father has hurt you both.”

“That’s easy for him to say when he’s the golden child now,” Azula mutters.

“He’s not perfect, Azula,” the Avatar sits. “And neither are you. Trust me, that’s a good thing.”

But she doesn’t trust him, that’s the thing.

Did she?

“I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to,” the Avatar says. “But think about it. Please.”

He gets up and leaves again.

Azula watches the dust motes.

One… two…

She turns away.

She sits in yet another inn room, brushing her hair. The rouge is sitting on the table, the dim light showing off its waxy sheen.

“Hey,” the Avatar pokes his head in. “Do you want dinner?”

“I’d like to see Zuzu,” Azula blurts out. The Avatar startles, and Azula falls into embarrassed silence. She clears her throat delicately. “And dinner, yes. But… I think I’d be willing to see my brother.”

“That… that’s great!” the Avatar shakes himself out of his reverie to grin brightly at her. “I’ll let him know.”

“No,” Azula interrupts. “I’ll write him.”

The Avatar nods vigorously in agreement.

Azula coughs, and petals fall from her lips. It hasn’t gotten any worse, but it hasn’t gotten any better either.

The Avatar touches her shoulder, and she turns to the mirror, studying herself. She looks… better. Healthier. Despite the disease racking her chest, she doesn’t look as tired and bitter anymore. But it doesn’t mean that she looks better. What matters is…

“One day,” the Avatar says softly, their eyes meeting in the reflection. “You will look into the mirror, and you will realise that you finally love yourself. The day will come. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next week. But the day will come.”

“Save your breath,” Azula manages around the lump in her throat.

“I mean it,” the Avatar insists. “We’ve all been brought to our lowest point. What matters is what we do to get out of it.”

“I don’t even know what to do,” Azula confesses.

“You can start by calling me by my name,” the Avatar smiles.

There are more than petals in her throat now. The Avatar’s name is also lodged in there, joining the jumbled mess of flowers. It’s then that she realises something that now seems so glaringly obvious.

She is content. And she thinks that, for the first time since her imprisonment, there could be happiness in the future.

“Aang,” she says. Her heart skips a beat. But he smiles wider, warm and bright, and she thinks she finally understands why people find sunrises so appealing.

“Azula,” the Avatar – Aang, she corrects herself, reaches out and grabs her hand, squeezing it. She doesn’t set him on fire. “Should we go check out Kyoshi Island?”

She smiles back tentatively, her inner fire growing warmer as she nods.

One step at a time.

#thank you!#gosh so many things i wanted to do with this prompt #i decided to cut things short tho cos i didn't want to churn out a long ass story #i wrote this in one go before i lost my thoughts #hopefully there aren't any glaring mistakes #azulaang #aang #azula

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shroudkeeper · 10 months

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it's so sweet and really lovely that a guy who doesn't get a lot of shine in the game like Hancock is someone Kikyo can really cherish!!!! and it's so nice, maybe a little unexpected, like it makes me think 'she's had a hard life... but she's doing well and she's happy!' Lucky guy!!

Awee, thank you so much sweet bean! I really wanted to give this a shot, it is different than what I usually would do for a pairing since these two are quite the opposites.

He is the type that would most likely take advantage of the situation before him, and she is aware that others would attempt to do the same in order to get close to her father. Regardless of such, Kikyo patiently listens to his banter, and keeps him company, while acknowledging that she is merely being used for his means, though a part of her hopes that he comes to place value in a friendship and spends time with her in earnest.

She has had a difficult life, as most refugees that fled the war and invasion of their lands, regardless of such painful events and the hardships she endured while struggling to push forward, Kikyo remains to be of a kind heart and willing to accept others, not passing judgment so quickly or eagerly. That makes her interaction with him interesting because although they have their own objectives, she simply wants to befriend him.

Though will he come around and warm up to her as he spends time with her, come to learn that there are different facets of the woman he is scheming against? Or will he continue his efforts and deny himself.

#[ ᴏᴏᴄ. ] ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ #[ out of the woods ]#oh my gosh this ask #thank you so much for enjoying this silly lil ship of mine #it has been a fun time plotting their story together #so many gpose ideas still needing to be done!

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thefanciestborrower · 10 months

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I humbly request some Lloyd thoughts. He invented a brand new type of cringe-fail and I love him

PLEASE he is so cringe-fail in the best way posible I love the silly dorky guy.

Okay actually it’s funny because like I have. A whole au to make the vore stuff possible and cannon compliant lmao so it’s a pretty normal thing for them in my brain. Now then because the ninja do it so often, they genuinely forget it’s a weird thing. Just. No brain cells there. Lloyd especially is so bad at remembering ‘hey this isn’t something normal people do!’ and has freaked people out pretty bad before on accident. He always feels bad but it also takes him way too long to figure out what’s wrong every. Single. Time. Bro is just so much of a ‘oh someone in in danger grab and eat’ kinda guy that it has caused some very silly problems lmao.

Not his fault he’s so used to it tho his brothers used to put him in stomach jail all the time for being a gremlin and they still do tbh. Kai especially will just yoink him. He screeches every single time and every one thinks it’s funny. They’re right. Such a cringe-fail little man he’ll pout for like hours if eaten when he didn’t wanna be. Jay is the only one on the team more eatable than he is lmao and honestly even that isn’t by much. Don’t wanna listen to Lloyd’s boring little battle recaps or strategy meetings? Just eat him! Though as one of my more recent doodles demonstrated he can and will bite the crap out of someone’s insides for that so....eat at your own risk.

For all his indignation though he actually does like sleeping inside quite a bit. Like I said before he got pretty used to it when he first joined the team so at this point he almost even prefers sleeping inside. It’s secure and the calm, steady heartbeat means he knows the others are safe. It’s also a rare day he’ll be alone inside. Usually he Kai and Nya will sleep in a sort of contented little pile in the pit of Zane or Cole’s stomach and it’s genuinely his favorite place to be.

#gonna be honest these are like. My most basic of thoughts for him #I have so many specific little ideas but they’re all almost stories themselves and I didn’t have the time to put them here lol #Please though fill free to ask because oh my gosh I have so many goofy ideas #Lloyd is such a guy I love him so so much #he’s a dork #soft vore #safe vore #fandom vore #g/t vore #n.injago vore #ask #anon ask

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actualbird · 10 months

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i wonder which of the anniv 2 event minigames will be so frustratingly hard that it'll make every single player want to throw their phone out through the window. Lucky Draw must have a spiritual successor....

#sorry i just rewatched the pv on desktop and there are sO MANY MINIGAMES....#ALSO MY GOSH EVENT STORY. THE TEAM R BICKERING CUTELY TOGETHER. THE WHIPLASH OF THAT AFTER CH9....#dootdootdoot

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The thing about Ace/Sabo is that the ship is less about them being brothers but more like them sharing a childhood friendship? That had the potential of becoming something more in the future. Except it didn’t, for obvious reasons. And yeah not everyone’s a fan of that, but people also like the raised by wolves/son of a noble dynamic they had as children. While I agree Sabo does kind of feel like he was stuck to Ace&Luffy as an afterthought, with a piece of chewed-out gum — his existence doesn’t… I don’t know, feel out of place? I also enjoy how kinda tragic his character is, and how he carries that tragedy with him? In the form of Ace’s devil fruit (Sabo also canonically hallucinates and there was an instance where he admitted to hearing Ace’s voice, during his fight with Burgess? so yeah, not everyone’s cup of tea again but I’m a huge fan of hurt/comfort so having a character go through a psychotic depressive episode because of the insane guilt he feels? Just, yeah. Plus there’s something really poetic about him literally eating Ace’s DF and still considering it „Ace’s powers” etc) and the way I see Sabo/Lu is through Ace/Lu (and partially Ace/Sabo) anyway. Because Sabo is trying to fill out the role of an older brother/friend for Luffy that he’s well aware is impossible to fill — because nothing ever will be the same for Luffy. Nothing or no one could even come close to making it up for Ace’s loss to Luffy, and Sabo knows he’s kind of a cheap copy of that (figuratively and literally lmfao, as I know people have been calling him low-budget Ace), but still he tries to? And the fact that Luffy is technically his only remaining family (or at least someone he willingly considers family). And I kind of see it as a parallel to how Ace’s approach to Luffy changed after Sabo’s „death”? Because Sabo was the „kinder” brother, the nicer one, the smarter one, it was usually him who took Luffy’s side whenever Ace was annoyed with him? And the one who explicitly asked Ace to look after Luffy — which then was one of the direct reasons why Ace changed the way he treated Luffy, forced him to be more patient/learn to love and eventually led to Ace willingly becoming the „older brother” figure for Luffy. I’m in no way trying to convince you to like Sabo, don’t get me wrong!! I’m just trying to show an example how Ace/Sabo isn’t necessarily brotherly either (like, I don’t know, Sabo/Luffy seems to be?). And it’s just that while I’m first and foremost a huge Ace/Lu enjoyer I also think Sabo did have a significant impact on their relationship both before and after Ace’s death.

((!! sorry i took a while to reply! i made that post before work on Friday and then got slammed until just now fdghjgk)

the odd thing is, I mostly agree!! I think I had to vent bc i saw ppl (a few specific sabo fans haha) on twitter acting like luffy would feel nothing toward ace but be obsessed with sabo. and, lol, no. but what YOU said makes total sense. like, yes, Ace + Sabo definitely has a different, more involved feeling to me than Ace & Luffy. I've had some ships in the past that fit the raised by wolves/runaway noble trope... the charm of the noble feeling like "this is the only person I feel like I can really be myself around" and the wild one thinking "i like spending time with this noble—they're tougher/kinder/funnier than i gave them credit for" AND/OR "society has always rejected me, but this 'cultured' person accepting me heals that pain a little bit"—all of those things are really charming.

Maybe if we'd seen more about how ace and sabo became friends, or if there were more emphasis on sabo's acceptance being what helped ace's anger (instead of, just from how i saw things, it being mostly luffy's unconditional warmth toward ace that did it?) then I'd personally be more feral about that dynamic, haha. But it's like you said, I guess it all depends on what we each connect with. I dont find tragedy alone compelling... I'm depressed enough already as it is LMAO!! if I think too hard about how viscerally sad Sabo only remembering Ace after he'd died is, my brain just shuts down. But I've got really good friends who would EAT THAT UP. Like, yeah, it is beautifully poetic... hahaha now i'm laughing thinking about my friends who were really into Hamlet and Romeo & Juliet finding out about Sabo & Ace and being obsessed, ahaha (they're not so into One Piece tho, only jjk... at least, for now!! 😈)

it's hard to put into words, but there's something about Sabo being a revolutionary vs. ace and luffy being pirates, that kind of explains why my brain sees A+L as very very very different than A&S or L&S. But like, that's just my brain and how my heart likes to focus on characters with really codependent relationships/dreams/themes, hahaha...

#also if we're talking tragedy #so many people have said it better than i ever could but #the beauty and drama of marineford #i live in denial and usually like imagining a timeline where ace was severaly wounded but lived through it #but canon #gosh #ace dying in luffy's arms bc luffy was in danger and he had to protect him #and he only had to protect him bc luffy was too weak from fighting his way through hell for ace #the love was there and it mattered and it didn't change anything but it mattered etc etc i'm WAILING #i don't know i'm bad at explaining why one of those tragedies makes my brain feel things and the other one doesn't quite as much #i wish i could express it better!!! sometimes i'm so frustrated with how i feel like i'm not really getting across the point i meant to #ace had been looking for that love his whole life!! he died KNOWING he had it!! (also like i didn't mention whitebeard here but #all that love ace received being the exact reason he had to turn back....)#and luffy!! luffy knowing he mattered to ace so much--ace loved him so much--he would die for him....#and going forward with that rock-solid certainty that he's loved in the new world #i'm going to fight a traffic sign. i'm at a loss.#ANYWAY i don't know if this was interesting or annoying as an answer but....... hopefully it was at least a little fun?#and if we just connect with different things in one piece then--not too surprising #with how big the story is!!!#the beauty of fandom etc etc different perspectives coming together and all that #meta #op #asl

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Ok no i feel like if your favorite character is swk, then you are either tang sanzang OR zhu bajie.

Thats is too say: you too will be a zhu bajie apologist and sympathize w tang sanzang one you do a thorough breakdown of jttw

Bc my god all of them have personalities that by the end of the book you just don’t want the journey to end. (Like there’s moments where u can glimpse into their daily life and wonder if they always had done it this way or this just spur of the moment—such as when theyre getting supplies n u see tang sanzang feeling guilty for not helping and wanting to help. ALSO THE TIME WHERE SWK BASICALLY PUT ZHU BAJIE IN TIME OUT WHILE HE N SHA WUJING WENT TO GET SUPPLIES SHHSHSH

At least they end up sticking together tho🥹🥹

ETRHDRGSEAWAFERSGD i think if we can agree to anything it's that the unedited version of Xiyouji really is a masterclass example on how if you genuinely want your characters to be complex then you really need to spare the time and effort to let that complexity shine through.

Because YEAH i've been fully guilty of it myself in describing Tang Sanzang as a weepy whiner who falls off his horse all the time and Zhu Bajie as naught but the massive pervert of the group BUT THEN if you start thinking about the stuff they are explicitly written as having gone through then you have to acknowledge that there's a lot more going on with them than that & all the many many MANY reasons for why they act they way they do besides their personal failings, and yes in the end it does leave you with characters where you can appreciate who they are while still acknowledging their faults & who you want to see in all kinds of extra situations in addition to the +1400 pages that we get.

I mean as it is i've heard that the Chinese side of the Xiyouji fandom regularly gets into debates as to what the pilgrims were eating at specific locations during the journey argetewr.

#though funny story anon one of the reasons why sun wukong is one of my favorite characters is because he DID face many consequences #like i am so gosh dern tired of characters who pull some fuckshit & get an insta-redemption b/c they were sad or whatever #and well that is like the exact opposite of what you get with the monkey king #but yeah i remember being kind of baffled by the sheer extent to which zhu bajie seems to be beloved in china #but it does make sense in a lot of ways #even just in terms of him giving voice to what any one of us would probably think about the journey being too long #& wanting to go back home asfreawrew #and yes as i've said before in regards to tang sanzang #we can make fun of him all we like #but besties you would cry too if it happened to you #anon answered #xiyouji #journey to the west #jttw

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