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elmundodeflor · 26 days
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And just like that, she’d fallen for him.
Spring. Summer. Autumn. The world had its cycles. There had been peace before war, and peace would come after bloodsheds and battles.
Katara looks at Zuko, at how he stares out to the width in the horizons. The curves of his nose and lips are soft, much like the colors of the leaves around them. The lines of his jaw and cheeks are sharp, in contrast.
He’s a beautiful man; she’s always thought so, even when they were enemies and he’d sworn he’d kill them. She likes it better this way, though— being friends, confidants, long-time companions. Kindness suits him more, either way. She likes how his face looks when he’s calm, — when there’s no rage to contort his scar, no scowl furrowing his brow.
She also likes that he knows her. That they can stand, silence pending between them, and it’s never too tense or uncomfortable. Zuko is just that good to her. He never puts too much pressure on her shoulders, — she’s had enough of that already. Instead, he soothes the rough edges. Lets her make her own choices and never judges her for them.
He looks back at her. An easy smile grazes his features; baffling, tortuous, beautiful. Katara has to fight the urge to freeze some water from her bottle and smash it across her searing face.
“Do you wanna…”, his voice cuts through the wind, raspy as it ever was. When he talks, it’s evident that he’s nervous. That he’s been circling around his thoughts and can’t seem to find the words. “I mean…”, he tries again. “Do you wanna stay here until you decide what to do?”
She hums, then turns her gaze back to the gardens. Aang had asked her to travel the world along with him, — to be by his side and help other people, from other nations and villages. She had yet to give him a proper answer.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to— go on missions, hear the masses’ suffering and be present in whatever way she could. Maybe, it was that she simply had pictured something different for herself. She could be so much more than just the “Avatar’s girl”! She could go home, lend a useful hand to Sokka and her dad advocating for their tribe. She could be an ambassador.
She could be with Zuko.
She can imagine the whole thing all too well, actually, — being on the palace, with him, until she could confront Aang about what to do. They could go for an evening stroll, feed turtleducks by the lake. Zuko’d make tea way past dinner time, and she’d laugh along with Suki when he’d burn his tongue by the first sip.
“There’s nothing I’d like more.”, she tells him, then. They are in one of the many balconies, staring out at the sun. The last scraps of summer have flushed with the breeze, and now the trees look all kinds of reds, yellows, oranges. Almost like they’ve caught on fire.
Zuko smiles at her again. A shy, wonderful thing that makes his eyes glint. His hair’s shaggy and overgrown, and falls limp between the honey of his irises. His cheeks burn a bright pink that, Katara deduces, might be from the gentle light warming up their faces.
“Okay.”, he says. He likes this, as well, — having her around. That he can open up to someone he can share his scars with, both the physical and the ones that lay underneath.
Katara inches close to him, just enough so that their elbows nudge together. The world has its cycles, she believes. Blue skies bleed into the darkness of the night. Ice defrosts when heated-up. And just like that, she’d fall for Zuko— delicate, and raw, and over and over. Helpless, like the moon that carries down the tides. Hopeless, like the autumn leaves that fall, ever so slow, and now gather at their feet like sea-foam.
“Okay.”
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as8bakwthesage · 6 months
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Andante, Andante
Medic realises he's developing some feelings for the Witch...
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“Aw come on! I could run circles around that guy!” Scout exclaimed, throwing his arms up and accidentally spilling his popcorn all over, which he scrambled to save. The mercs were sitting around in their living room, eyes locked on the TV which was playing some old horror flick. Most of the mercs were invested in the movie at least while others downright gave commentary. 
It was here where Medic found himself in a rather curious position. He had been swayed to watch the movie after some light convincing from Heavy, who promised the macabre doctor violence and gore in it. While this turned out to be the case, what he was not expecting was to be seated beside the only woman in the base – Witch. 
Thus far, the Witch and himself had a rather… scrupulous relationship to say the least. She wanted him dead, he wanted to dissect her, it was a rather straightforward arrangement. However, between their bickering and near constant threats of mutual violence, Medic couldn’t help but admit that he found the woman enticing to be around. She radiated power and confidence, traits he found extremely appealing. 
At first, Witch almost got up and moved away from him, but Engie had been quick to stop her and start some small talk. She was forced to stay where she was as Medic sat down beside her and retained some distance. While he was a madman, he was certainly no creep. If she wanted nothing to do with him in terms of physical proximity, that he could respect for the time being.
So it was midway through the movie when Witch started chuckling at Scout’s antics that alerted the Medic to her. He had previously been ignoring her and focusing strictly on the film. But hearing her laugh was a surprise. He had never really heard her laugh, and quite frankly, it was a pleasant sound. He didn’t focus too much on it, nor on the feeling of his heart skipping a beat. 
However, it didn’t stop there.
A few days later, during one of the team’s game nights, Medic found himself in a karaoke battle with Witch. They had gotten to that point because Demo had bluntly pointed out that Witch was a very good singer (much to her evident modesty), only for Heavy to defend Medic’s honour as the best singer on the team. Even as Medic and Witch protested heavily against it, the team forced them into their places. Everyone was curious to see who took that honour as Medic and Witch waited with bated breaths for the song to come on.
As the melody came on, both parties' eyes widened in recognition as Witch took to be the one to start.
Take it easy with me, please Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze Take your time, make it slow Andante, Andante Just let the feeling grow
Medic’s eyes widened in surprise to hear her sing. And dear God, she could sing. She practically had perfect pitch! He was enchanted by her singing as she met his eyes as she sang some of her lines, and he could almost swear she was singing it to him. However, he knew it would be his turn soon.
There's a shimmer in your eyes Like the feelin' of a thousand butterflies Please don't talk, go on, play Andante, Andante And let me float away
He could tell she was equally surprised by his own voice as he continued singing. His range was higher but he liked that. And it seemed Witch did too as he caught her smiling with fondness up at him. His heart skipped yet again as the conclusion of their duet was coming to an end.
Make me sing, make me sound (You make me sing and you make me) Andante, Andante Tread lightly on my ground Andante, Andante Oh please, don't let me down Andante, Andante Oh please, don't let me down
They sang the last chorus together, and by the time they were done the others burst into applause. As Medic and Witch scanned the room, they were both equally surprised and more than a little flustered at their teammates’ praise. Medic found himself rubbing the back of his neck as Witch tried to hide her blush. And the feeling of seeing her so open was… wonderful. 
When he finally asked himself the question he had been avoiding since he first saw her smile, Medic was in the infirmary with Witch. She had gotten hurt and was bleeding from a knife slice. She accidentally cut herself it would seem. And while Medic could have used his Medigun to just heal her up quickly, for some reason he felt compelled to keep her there longer. So he opted to instead sew up her wound before healing it.
“There! All done,” he cheered when he was finished. Witch stood up and flexed her hand to see if everything was truly all good. When she found no fault in it, she nodded approvingly.
“Thank you,” she replied. Medic smiled without a care in the world as he stepped away to clean some of his supplies.
“Not at all,” he said. “Now, obviously you should be fine, but please do try to avoid cutting yourself in the future.”
His tone was lighthearted as he was genuinely in a rather jovial mood. However, when Witch didn’t respond, he grew curious. He assumed she had simply left, but when he turned around, he was greeted by the most heartwarming sight.
There was Witch sitting on a cot and cooing at his doves. They all had gathered around her and were peering up at her curiously. She was the pinnacle of an adoring mother as she carefully lifted one of them up and nuzzled it, gently murmuring as she did so. The bird cooed in her hold as she relaxed fully. The other birds found spots to sit on her where they could while the others rested against her or sat by. 
Medic was positively delighted by the sight, having never seen his birds be so openly affectionate with another human before. She was so happy and at peace around his doves and it made his stomach flutter. Seeing her so vulnerable and happy was a sight he was sure he’d never get tired of. Sure, it was fun to tease her and watch her get all frustrated and angry at him, but that didn’t top this. It didn’t help that he wondered what she’d be like as a mother if she was this gentle and loving towards mere birds. 
He shooed the thoughts away as he carefully approached her, making sure she wasn’t surprised by him as he smiled down at her. “You seem to have made some friends,” he teased, but made sure to convey no ill intent in it. She turned to face him and in that moment, her expression turned cold and neutral. 
“Birds are beautiful creatures, as I’m sure you know.” Witch replied, not conveying any emotion. However, despite Medic’s own pride and need to have control, he figured he’d give a bit away to allow himself to get closer to the illusive woman. 
“That they are. They’re quite taken with you, and it seems for good reason.” He commented, allowing himself to fall into that lull of vulnerability. Witch’s eyes met his with surprise and intrigue. He continued. “They must see something special within you.”
“Perhaps so,” Witch replied, her own voice softer than before as she looked away and down at the birds. After a moment, her eyes returned to him. “When… When did you start raising them?”
“Oh, I’ve had doves since I could remember. I suppose you could blame my mother for that.” He recounted with a wistful chuckle. “She taught me how to take care of them. Archimedes himself is a descendant of my mother’s first dove, in fact.” 
“She taught you very well,” Witch praised with an emerging smile. Medic stared at her, as blush creeped up on him. Her smile was one he treasured dearly and it seemed the story about his past touched her. He often hated feeling vulnerable, but at this moment, it felt right.
“Thank you,” Medic thanked, feeling his own smile appear. And not one of his smug and evil smiles, no, this one was genuine. Soft. The two fell into a comfortable silence as Witch continued to tend to his birds. 
As his heart beat in his chest, his stomach tied itself into pleasant knots, and his eyes lingered on her a touch too long, he couldn’t help but wonder ‘what is this feeling?’ Even as Witch reluctantly forced herself to retire for the evening, wishing Medic a goodnight with a warm smile, he wondered. It was such a lovely and floaty feeling, intense and heavenly. He couldn’t believe how he felt so utterly soft and warm for that woman. 
He exhaled heavily, having realised he had been staring at the door for a few minutes as he turned away. Archimedes cooed in response as Medic composed himself. The doctor chuckled. 
“Yes, Archimedes,” he replied, “She’s giving me a lot to think about.”
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spnj2fanlw · 2 months
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Love this!! Such a fun look inside Dean's head and a great first time wincest!
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iknowwhattosaynow · 2 years
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I'm sure that literally nobody is surprised I authored this fic....
Fumbling Toward Ecstasy
Rated E (duh) This is my May the Fourth Fanworks Exchange fic for @pretchatta, who had a very modest list of requests and then made the mistake of listing all of her favorite tropes. I then decided to write all of her favorite tropes into one fanfiction that is exactly 30,069 words long and probably one of my favorite things I've ever written. Enjoy! Also, I'm almost certain that literally nobody out there even suspected anybody but me as the author of this fic when it was still anonymous, lol.
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doccywhomst · 4 months
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gibbearish · 5 months
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love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking
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ruporas · 20 days
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dragon meat, you, and me
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uncanny-tranny · 3 months
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I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.
I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:
Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)
Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)
Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often
Eat dessert first
Celebrate well, and often
Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)
Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.
Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate
Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)
Walk without having a specific destination or goal
Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.
I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.
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figgyblossom · 1 year
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elmundodeflor · 1 year
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A Stain the Color of You - An Akihime Story
READ FULL WORK HERE:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/44715286
Summary:
Aki is a man of routine:
He does the laundry on Fridays. Buys the same brand of cigarettes. Thinks of himself as a pretty lonely man, too.
Until one day, where he discovers a stain that unravels an entire rainbow of memories.
And he realizes, then, he might not be so lonely anymore.
Excerpt:
“He inhaled into the warm summer breeze and closed his eyes shut; hands lingering onto the balcony railings for the ignites of a flickering second. He wanted to draw a sparkly universe without beer and ramen and his work-suits. Another landscape without drunken conversations or his designated laundry days.
And yet, he found his brain was utterly incapable of doing so.
As if trying to daydream of another, alternate-lifetime where he never got to know the taste of cigarettes. Where he never got to see the Tokyo streetlights.
Where he never got to meet Himeno.
He looked over at her once more, and his pulse seemed to falter unsteady inside his chest. They had been partners for only three years at most, he was certain. But still, she had taken up every corner of his ever-small apartment: painted every sorrow nightmare into sunsets of cotton-candy sugar.
And so, he was sure, ever as the infinite blues glinting over the night skies: he couldn’t really remember how life was even before her.”
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Huuuge thanks to @giuliadrawsstuff​ for making the BEAUTIFUL illustration to accompany this piece. You always know exactly how to bring my words to life and that means more than the entire world to me! <3 <3
Also, this is my first time ever writing Akihime, so if you liked this, pls let me knowww so I can keep creating more content for themm! <3
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lailas-in-space · 13 days
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tfw you realize you have a crush on a coworker you thought you hated
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aarchimedes · 2 months
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for context: I read the hobbit first over the course of two years when I was like 13, but I'm only now starting to read lotr. having a blast tho!
anyways, reblog if you feel like it 🙌🏻
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bigfatbreak · 7 days
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Birds of a Feather previous / next
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#my art#feralnette au#birds of a feather#long tags#sorry I went apeshit in the tags#LETS SAY IT ALL TOGETHER NOW#I - M - A - G - OOOOOOOOO#its fun drawing marinette's back to Alya and having her appear stout and unstoppable and totally logical#and then you see her face and she's like two seconds from completely snapping and is keeping it together by a thread#as a note just because mari feels very certainly abt smth doesnt mean she's right. feelings can be valid and also irrational#in the throes of grief she decided it was better to be alone than to lose someone again so she started pulling away#and lila made pulling away very very very easy to do#shes also vaguely aware she's being unfair in pinning this on alya which is why she started spinning the drain on cockmoth again#legitimately all the shit that's happened to her wouldn't have been so catastrophic if he was never in the picture and she knows it#but the bitterness of her bestie choosing a fantastic liar over her at the worst of times stiiiiiings#alya's personal timing was bad but lila really took advantage of the fact that marinette had been acting off and weird#she basically clocked marinette as being unstable from SOMETHING and made up a lie about her#knowing she wouldn't have the strength to defend herself#between her social life going tachy bc of lila and losing fu in a way that felt like personhood death marinette was really put on the spot#and alya doing her thing of busting in there and assuming her bias is correct was a terrible combo#essentially marinette is highly unstable and alya is just realizing that#busting in and giving her a lecture when she's slightly hysterical and definitely delirious from exhaustion is NOT the way#to show her she's self sabotaging#cuz thats just gonna make her double down on self sabotaging. bc marinette will not accept that she is also a CHIIIIILD
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mxcrayon · 4 months
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losing my actual mind rn
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i had this interaction in the dropout discord (i am the first and third person). short. simple. i only got the first year bc of a discount + a gift card i had, so i was planning on using this person's suggestion.
then, i got this.
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oh my god!! how nice!! how sweet!!! how thoughtful!! i gave them my email and they sent over a subscription, i thanked them profusely. i was very grateful, very touched.
hours and hours later i was still thinking about it and i recalled how, in the email id gotten about it, it said "tao yang sent you a subscription" and id seen that and thought "oh haha like the tao yang" and then moved on
but now, thinking back, i was like.... theres no way, so i googled tao yang.
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TAO YANG BOUGHT ME A FUCKING ANNUAL DROPOUT SUBSCRIPTION
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mellific · 8 months
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FASCINATE, a new minicomic that i will have at SF ZINE FEST this sunday (9/3)! come to table 38 and pick it up along with uhh slkfjsd books that will hopefully have arrived at my house before friday! i guess!!
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forgettable-au · 4 months
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Sans do you ever feel that something might be missing?
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Maybe he felt like that at some point, maybe for a long time. In the present, I think he's made some kind of peace with it.
Also, I really like the ask blog format, but I don't really mean this to be an ask blog.
So when writing questions, try to refer them to me instead of the characters. That way, they don't have to break the fourth wall lmao. I really wanted to answer this one tho
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