Zutara and Shallura? AND gorgeous art? You have truly blessed tastes I love it ❤️❤️❤️
Aweee tqsm I’m so happy you enjoy my art 🥺🫶🏽🫶🏽
Yesss I’m a sucker for powerful brown skinned women who have great chemistry with stoic but loving men who are in awe of them and would literally die for them 🥰
Shallura and Zutara are both ships where they balance each other and are equals unlike with their canon love interests, and both my girls got done so dirty in the end by the show writers. I could go on and on! But hey at least we have fan works ❤️❤️
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I was.... bored...
and been meaning to do this for a lil' while now
Anyways! I have fell into the colorful PolySticks pit a few weeks ago and I don't think I'll be getting out anytime soon. ;')
Purple isn't here because I don't really ship her with anyone, honestly. I view him more as aromantic! <3 (I don't mind ships who haves her in it, though! Respect is everything)
im so normal about them
Finding an OT5 ship meme template was so. fricking. harddd
Like- All the poly ones I could find was OT3 and OT4... Never OT5....
It got to the point where I tried to make one myself. lol (Which, I must say, it's hard. Especially since I don't know a lot about graphics)
You can clearly imagine my happiness when I finally found an OT5 version... aAAAAAAAaaAA
I did not want to leave anyone out of this. ;3
There are many nicknames I could find for them, but none of them actually grabbed my attention enough to actually remember it. SooOO- I choose ones that I could easily remember, since I mostly based it off from what I've seen from their personalities! ;') (Or that it's just short and cute. lol)
I haven't put their ages nor heights there, too, because;
How heights are explained in english are something I don't really understand much. So I leave that aside. It's not that important, anyway. lol. They all can pretty much switch between little spoon and big spoon because they are all huggy like that
I could not decide which age I want them to be, yet. So they'll remain with no ages for the time being. lol (Idk If I want to HC them as neurodivergent adults, really smart children, or maybe teens; or just no age at all! Idk! aaaa)
headcanon they started dating after avm season 3/hj
Template#1 & Template#2 I've used!
Welp! I think that's it..? xD
Cya ~ !
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An Unsatisfying Farewell
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The Warrior of Light and Aymeric share some last moments together before the Scions leave for Azys Lla. Full story below the cut. (831 words) Previous Story / Next Story / Read on AO3 / Tumblr Masterlist
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“We are at the Congregation,” Aurelle said, confirming the presence of the boundary between them.
“We are at the Congregation,” Aymeric confirmed. “’Tis a private enough space, and we would have warning enough were someone to approach. But I cannot have you leaving this room looking dishevelled. And nor would my knights fail to notice such delightful sources of gossip as kiss-swollen lips or flushed cheeks.” His eyes travelled regretfully across the highlighted areas as he spoke. “So we must master ourselves. In the knowledge that we shall have time again together soon enough. Time to spend as we please.”
She did her best to swallow her disappointment with grace. “I’m going to spend the evening at Fortemps Manor. Count Edmont… he needs company right now.”
“I understand. And surely there is no company finer than yours.”
“So we’ll have to wait, until I get back,” she pressed, eyes firmly on his, making sure he truly understood the cost of this restraint.
He swallowed, his hands curling into fists on the desk before him and then retreating to his lap.
“I shall be eagerly awaiting your return. You have already accomplished so much. You will accomplish this too. And you will return home safely.”
A wry smile flitted across her face. “Well I’ll try my—”
“You will return,” he then insisted, in a commanding voice that surely the Fury herself would struggle to deny.
And Aurelle could only nod, doing what she could to wield even a fragment of his faith as her own.
“And so there is nothing to begrudge about our current state of affairs,” he continued. “We master ourselves today, that we might better enjoy our reunion on the morrow.”
He stood then, and walked her to the door. Where they stood a moment longer, just surveying each other’s faces.
How easy it would be to close the gap, to feel his lips on hers one last time. How absurd to deny the impulse.
“Come back to me,” he said softly. Allowing a little of his sentiment to leak through at the last.
Sorrow shuddered through her then, railing against the unfairness of their parting and of this self-imposed barrier between them. Until she found herself closing her eyes in the way he always did, taking a deep breath.
Mastering herself.
And when she opened them once more, her voice was steady as she answered him.
“I will.”
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Aymeric watched as Ishgard’s best hopes assembled themselves on Master Garlond’s airship. The tired trio of engineers making their last pre-flight checks, the Scion Y’shtola observing the newly mounted device that had been built to her master’s specifications. And then young Master Alphinaud, in conversation with the two that would be taking his heart with them into battle. Estinien, his oldest and dearest friend. And Aurelle.
He did not yet have a satisfactory word for what she had become to him. Did not yet know what words he had the right to. What words she would welcome. For all the moments they had managed to snatch together in recent moons, precious few of them had been spent defining the shape and boundary of what they now shared. And far, far too few of them had been spent making sure she knew just how dear she had become to him.
It was easier to hold himself back from her now, in public and in full view of the many admirers and supporters that had come to see her off. But those last moments they had shared alone in his office had been downright torturous. Desperately trying to find a way to justify a careful kiss to her hand, a brush of his fingers across her cheek. Something, anything to hold close and remember should the worst come to pass.
But if he started touching her he feared he would never stop. Would need to know every ilm of her before letting her go — to commit it all to memory, just in case. But he had to operate on the assumption that there was a morrow to safeguard. A morrow to keep free of scandal and rumour, that they might be able to continue enjoying each other’s company on their own terms.
Whatever words they might then choose.
She would come back. She always came back. She had slain Nidhogg — his people’s bane for a thousand long years. Whatever his father had done. Whatever horrors he might summon. It would prove to be no match for his… for her.
“Return to us. All of you,” he commanded in parting as the ship gathered itself for flight. Eyes making deliberate contact with each person standing on the deck, equal weighting intentionally given to all. One of Aurelle’s hands dipping into her pocket as he met hers, seeking comfort from whatever it was she was keeping there. He hoped that it was something meaningful, something that might being her peace and safety when she needed it most.
With everything that he was, he hoped.
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I like to imagine that Bruce and Hal try so hard to keep it professional around the Justice League but they're so bad at it. Hal flirting with Bruce throughout meetings but not being subtle about it. If they're left unsupervised for more than 5 seconds they start making out. Hal has suspicious bruises on his neck most of the time. When they look at each other it feels like they're having an intimate moment and the rest of the league feels embarrassed even though THEY'RE WORKING
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