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in1-nutshell · 4 months

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hellooo!! i want to say your blog and writing are so so soooo wonderful! i love it, haha, and buddy became dear for heart x) aaand!! thanks to you I like family fluff even more, it's my comfort zone now!

can i ask about older seeker, who care about skywarp and thundercracker with star? despite canon and w∆r, it's pretty nice to think that they're actually good with each other 🥺

Thank you for the compliments! I'm glad to hear that The Buddy's are leaving such a good impact on people!

Since you did not specify which continuity this was, I assumed you meant by the IDW continuity. If this isn't what you wanted, please let me know.

Now we've had a Human Buddy senior, get ready for Bot Buddy the senior!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Senior Seeker being a parental figure to Thundercracker, Skywarp, and Starscream

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SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronian reader

Buddy was one of the older seekers in the aerial troops.

If fact Buddy was probably the oldest bot in the Decepticon division. But despite being one of the older bots Buddy made it up with being an experienced flyer.

With their results it landed Buddy as one of Satrscream’s right hand assistant /teammate.

This meant that Buddy would be spending a lot of time with the Elite Trine.

“Buddy, reporting for duty, Starscream.”--Buddy

“Finally, someone who has some respect for the future Leader of the Decepticon army.”--Starscream

“Urgh.”--Skywarp

“Great another suck up…”--Thundercracker

“Well, isn’t that a bit ambitious isn’t it Stascream? Maybe not the future leader of the army—”--Buddy

“How dare—”--Starscream

“Don’t interrupt me Kid.”--Buddy

“Kid!?”--Starscream

“Nevermind I like this one.”--Skywarp

“Shush! Both of you!”--Buddy

“I was saying use your position to improve the lives of those who work with you.”--Buddy

“Now why would I do that!”--Starscream

“More kindness you spread the more kindness you’ll receive in the end.”--Buddy

“Buddy you might want to save your energy on that.”--Thundercracker

“Yeah, Screamer here doesn’t do kindness. I don’t think he knows the meaning of the word.”—Skywarp

“Worth a shot.”--Buddy

Enough time the Elite Guard had become too accustomed to the older bot being there all the time. Even after the war the Trine continued to have communication with Buddy.

Starscream wanted Buddy to stay on Cybertron as one of his advisors.

No offense to Rattrap but he isn’t the best bot to always have around. And he refuses to hang out with Windblade anymore than what he has to. Buddy does take time to visit Starscream whenever they are back on Cybertron.

“Screamer?”--Buddy

“Buddy?”--Starscream

“What are you doing?”--Buddy

“Having the mechs repaint your ship.”--Starscream

“Paint my ship?”--Buddy

“Yes, it was looking rather dull. Your ship shouldn’t have to look like that scrapheap.”--Starscream

“This isn’t a way for you to have me stay on Cybertron?”--Buddy

“No…”—Starscream

“Well then since I’m going to be here for a while, what’s going on between you and Windblade?”

“…”--Starscream

Buddy has made their home on Earth. It’s much more peaceful there now that the war is over. Buddy has to schedule meetings with Skywarp as his work has him moving all around with The GI Joe.

Skywarp likes it when Buddy comes over and races them around.

“C’mon Buddy best out of 25?”--Skywarp

“How about we take a breather? I can’t fly like I used to Skywarp.”--Buddy

“Aww! C’mon!”--Skywarp

“How about you tell me about that Rock guy?”--Buddy

“How about we take that breather.”--Skywarp

Buddy has to wait by themselves for a while to see Thundercracker.

9 times out of 10 Buster finds Buddy before Buddy has to try in finding Thundercracker. He gives Buddy a lot of copies of his screenwriting.

“Wow TC! This is a lot of screen writes.”--Buddy

“Yeah! I’m trying to get some of them to be produced soon!”--Thundercracker

“You seem to have a lot of good ideas here. But you might want to go over some of them again. I don’t think human’s have a last name like ‘Boyfriend’.”--Buddy

“I mean you can help me out as my editor. Just as a thought.”--Thundercracker

“Sorry kiddo, not my thing. I am however invested in how this one human having a crush on this other human that sounds suspiciously like Ms. Marrissa Farborne.”--Buddy

“Umm…”--Thundercracker

“And your love interest here kind of reminds me of y—”--Buddy

“HEY! Buster wants to play with you now! Isn’t that right Buster!”--Thundercracker

“Arf!”--Buster

Each seeker tries to keep Buddy longer each visit.

None want Buddy to leave.

Buddy never stays, but they always come back at the end of the day.

#transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #idw mtmte #transformers idw #idw starscream #idw thundercracker #bot buddy #idw transformers #idw skywarp

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fairy-switchblade · 4 months

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Underrated butch/femme dynamic is between the femme4butch femme and the butch4butch butch who are friends.

the unhinged girl talk. The sending each other butches dating profiles or numbers like “boo I’m not their type, but you might be.” The mutual thirsting over someone. The TMI morning after story swapping that is never actually TMI. The mostly bullshit complaining, “urgh it’s so easy for you butches are never into me.” The vents, the petty fights. The late night calls for advice. The understanding. The promises to never have a butch come in between your friendship. The concern and care that comes through, in the end, always.

Yes, it’s completely platonic. But I still love you fiercely. I’d still take a fall for you. I’ll always be there- because I know you get me and get you.

#This is for Jesse #butch #Femme #femme4butch #butch4butch #Butchfemme #butch lesbian #femme lesbian

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aclowntiny · 9 months

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Hii! First of all, congrats con 600 followers, you deserve that and so many more, I'm literally in love with your work :) I was wondering if I could request a San scenario with the following prompts (from the lists you reblogged):

“Urgh, why do you always insist on doing nice things for me?” “Because I enjoy it.”

“Can’t you just accept when people do nice things for you?” “No, I can’t.”

“The only reason why I’m letting you get away with shit like this is because I like you, you dense fucking cabbage.”

I was thinking kind of best friend au, but they both have feelings for eachother, BUT, they're both in denial about it. You can decide how the rest goes, thank you so muh in advance!! ~

yELLS thanks sweetheart 🥲 in love with my work whAT 🥹💕 thank you for being here with me! I love this request so here is your SAN-ario 😄 ps: look up the definition of mon petit chou I dare you

Mon Petit Chou- Best Friend!San x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word Count: 2282 | Best Friends to Lovers | Warnings: language, mention of drinking but no actual drinking lol, slightly suggestive?

You weren’t sure when the fuck this all started, just that you hated it with the burning passion of a thousand suns.

Your life had been peaceful, safe, mundane even, and so help you if you’d ever complained about it you were going to invent time travel just to go back and smack yourself one in the face for it.

Somehow, against all common sense, bro or whatever codes, and hope of joy you’d developed feelings for your best friend. The two of you had known each other for the past four years, meeting in your final year of high school at the dance of all places. Neither of you dated then, so you were there in a state others perceived as ‘alone’, each of you seeing it as with friends, with the while school, and leaping into the fray of energetic dancing. And that was how you ended up doing the cupid shuffle together and, for some reason, the old YMCA routine. You’d shook and jumped to Taylor Swift’s Shake it Off and the legendary Amor Fati by Kim Yeonja, all the simultaneously memed and beloved songs you could dream of. Some people assumed you were a couple and you two burst out laughing as you told them you’d literally just met. Like, you exchanged names after they said that.

San was easy to talk to, especially after seeing each other in sweaty teenage abandon first. He was no pressure, no butterflies- until now, for some forsaken reason, when your heart had decided to abandon all reason and beat like a mother when San pulled you into a hug or smiled that dimpled smile you’d looked at countless times- why was it special now?

Sure, you’d always acknowledged he was good-looking, but in the way people talked about celebrities outside their preferred gender- just acknowledgement, nothing deeper. But suddenly you found your brain rushing out from under you like a yanked rug, wondering what his lips would feel like against yours.

And dammit, you were dead-set on never finding out.

Making a move at that point would be platonic suicide, torpedoing the best friendship you’d ever had, and frankly you’d lost too many with age, time, distance, drama to do it again. And not with San. Even if it was like life’s Master Ball and you only got one forever friendship, it was going to be San. You’d already aimed and pitched, and no petty, new, frustrating as all get-out feelings were going to knock that off course.

If only San got the memo too.

Maybe it was simply a matter of increased awareness thanks to your nascent problem, but it was like he’d grabbed the knob full force and dialed all the charm and sweetness to eleven, sensing your pulse skyrocketing for a thousand tiny reasons you wanted to shoot down like clay pigeons.

It was chilly the other afternoon? Here, take his jacket. You forgot your sunglasses? Did you want his? What ring size were you? Here, compare to his- go on, just see if it fits. And by jove, you will never carry a single remotely heavy object again if Choi San can help it.

“Why do you always insist on doing nice things for me?” You groaned, head rolling to fix your best friend with a look.

“Because I enjoy it,” he replied simply, contentedly, the most plaintive of smiles on his face as he tilted his own head down for a brief respite on your shoulder.

Curse him and his adorable love of affection. “Well, ah, what can I do for you?” You spluttered, indignant at no one but yourself.

“It doesn’t have to be a transaction. I know you’ve had people around you make it seem like it is, but you don’t have to repay me. I know you’d help me if I needed it, too.”

Biting back a response about you surprisingly not actually needing him to carry your shopping bags, you just sighed and thanked him, shuffling along the mall tile with slightly less relish. He’d always been like this- selfless, kind, loving, and you’d always loved those things about him.

So when he sat you down at the food court, gingerly resting your bags on the shiny public-eatery metal seat adjacent to yours as he scooted yours back, what else could you do but smile and thank him? San asked you what you wanted for lunch, and you told him you didn't mind, to which he shot back that he didn't either. Then you told him to pick, and he told you to pick, and you both bickered playfully back and forth until you got tacos.

Ugh, just like an old married couple.

"Can't you just accept when people do nice things for you?"

"No," you crossed your arms in mostly-mock-obstinance, "no, I cannot."

"I swear, you'd make me pay you back if I bought you a candy bar," San rolled his eyes playfully, fixing you with a fond smile.

Because if you're always paying for me when we go out, you wanted to say, I can pretend it's a date. I can get it in my fat fucking head what it would be like to have you as my boyfriend and never get it back out.

"Money is designed to be exchanged for goods and services," you actually said.

"This isn't a service," he replied, putting an arm you didn't care was sticky with sweat around your shoulders, extending the water bottle toward your hand, "it's me caring about you."

Hot from exertion as you were, you instantly melted under the warmth of his half-embrace, accepting the water bottle. "And you know I appreciate it. I'm just not used to getting cared for."

"Then I'm not doing my job!" Your best friend exclaimed, eyes glinting. "I'm always going to be here to take care of you, so get used to it!"

"I think I started figuring that out when you brought three different blankets and a plushie the first time I watched a movie with you," you told him with a teasing smile.

San's smile fell almost into introspection, getting a bit more serious, which you didn't expect. "You joke, but I mean it, (y/n)."

Almost against your will, your head nodded solemnly, though your own smile couldn't fade, in fact it widened dumbly as a side effect of your hammering heart. "I hope so."

And then, as if he hadn't said something so infuriatingly sweet, San patted your shoulder, stood up from his squatted position, and took your water-bottle-free hand in his, pulling you up, too. You could have sworn he gave your hand a squeeze, but it was so brief, maybe you imagined it.

"Alright, so are we dancing or what?"

Sometimes you wished you guys drank more. That you could hit the edge of blackout and do something you'd barely remember, nor regret, and butt so hard against the line it finally broke and reformed in less questionable territory. That some alien substance in your veins could be blamed for anything dubbed unthinkable, and you'd have already rehearsed any laughter necessary if San wanted to make middle-school ew, gross jokes as if your lips transmitted cooties.

But San was a lightweight, and neither of you enjoyed that scene. The two of you were more the types to get coffee twice in a ay and laugh too hard at stupid things like the word guava on a caffeine buzz.

"We're fun enough even without alcohol," San often joked to you.

So the drama-flick drunk confession, intoxicated makeout, was out. Best not to duplicitously offer a drink in exchange for-

"(y/n)? I think it's all done," San's voice cut through your mental spiral.

You almost had to shake your head out of it, vision having faded to a zoned-out blur, obscuring even the shape of his wide, tank-topped shoulders as he had bent over your car.

Now he was at your side, wiping his hands on a cloth like some sort of professional mechanic, not just your best friend who insisted you didn't need to pay someone like that just for an oil filter and a change. A change which had cost him the dove grey of his garment, something you could hardly help asking why he'd wear such a light color of for that.

"San, your top, it's all stained!"

As he tossed the rag aside, he tilted his head down, bobbing it in recognition of the black smudge marks. "Well, at least it wasn't expensive."

"I think I know how to get it out if you want. You could always go get a new-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, he was stripping, yanking the top off from the bottom hem and leaning against the knob of your garage door. Despite the clear invitation to go inside and, you know, do exactly what you just said you were going to do, surprised crossed your (very warm) face, effectively sealing you to the concrete floor. The only process your brain could perform in that moment was trying to figure out if you had the world's best or worst luck.

"Oh, uh-" Trying not to stare, your eyes very pointedly searched San's face.

Your best friend frowned slightly, expression halfway to the innocence you were used to, and somehow that almost made it worse. "What?"

"Just," you hesitated as you accepted his now inside-out tank top, skin-warmed fabric heating your hands, too, which you glanced down at beneath San's intent gaze, "didn't expect you to be this comfortable is all."

San crossed his arms, face falling first in shock, then shaping up into almost dark amusement as a different, more incredulous smile rose to his sharp features. "Are you kidding me?"

Oh, no. You made it weird. This was it. Or maybe he just thought you were doubting his friendship, which he shouldn't. Everyone knew unironically doing the YMCA bonded people for life. Or sharing blankets. Or...ah, crap. Not now. "No, it's great, I'm really glad you trust me. I trust you, too, you know. Maybe I don't show that enough, but that's why you know so much about me, and I really appreciate you-" Your rant suddenly fell short as your eyes betrayed you, drifting down slightly and absolutely ramming your train of thought into a wreck. "You know, always being there for me and being so thoughtful and pretty much being my favorite person ever-"

“The only reason why I’m letting you get away with shit like this, with seeing me like this," he motioned over his, well, quite fit torso, "is because I like you, you dense fucking cabbage.” The moment the words left San, his face fell into his hand, out of frustration or embarrassment it was hard to say. Probably more the latter, knowing how sweet your best friend was. He didn't use strong language...well, almost ever.

Train wreck take two. Not a single word rose to your mind, only sensations, for a solid three seconds, during which all you could do was stand there wide-eyed, venture a step towards San, two steps. Finally you spoke, feeling like an idiotic teen sitcom character as your dumb response left your lips. "You like me?"

"Yes," San sighed, posture deflating a bit against the doorframe, "I'm sorry. Sorry for the language, and just...I hadn't really planned on how I was going to say it, but it definitely wasn't like that. You deserve way better than that. I just... sometimes I feel like you like me back, but then I wonder if you're pushing me away. And you have every right to do that, especially if I've messed up our friendship, I can just-"

You cut him off, harnessing the motion of his lips for greater purpose against yours. San responded instantly to the kiss, hands cupping your face and pulling it deeper into his like you were air and he'd spent his whole life underwater. Your arms wrapped around those broad, bare shoulders, hands resting at the back of his neck.

"Wait, you like me?" Ok, you felt better about how dumb you seemed, as those were San's first words out of the kiss.

"Yes, you, what was it? Ah, yes. 'Dense fucking cabbage'," you quoted back at him with a merciless grin, arms tightening their grip ever so slightly.

"Oh, no," he winced, "that's going to stick forever, isn't it?"

"Yep," you breathed, leaning in for another kiss, the feeling of San's lips a hundred percent better than you could ever have imagined, so much warmer and realer and this time sweeter, sliding against yours like he was coaxing it out of you.

This time, upon pulling away you gave the side of his face a light, playful slap, enjoying the touch of his sculpted features against your palm.

"You're stuck with me now, mon petit chou."

San shook his head at the return of your devious grin, and you reveled in the blend of utter bliss and what did I get myself into painting his face as his hands snaked around your waist, twirling you in a little impromptu dance and dipping you down.

He smiled lovingly this time, sending your beating heart melting and surprise turning to joy across your own face. "As long as you keep being you and you'll let me do nice things for you now- no, scratch that, spoil you."

Keep being you. Holy shit, what a balm for the soul.

Cocking a brow, you shot back, "You spoil me and I embarrass you? Hardly sounds fair."

"All's fair in love and war," San responded, eyelashes fluttering.

You most definitely forgot to wash his top after that.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #san #san x reader #san x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #best friends to lovers #fluff #humor #sort of #requested #everywhereandnowhere02

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rey-jake-therapist · 3 months

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Elementary fandom vs other fandoms

A while ago I posted about Elementary after I watched a couple of episodes to say I didn't like it. I was just fresh out of watching the four seasons of the BBC Sherlock and it just didn't feel right, I didn't like it at all.

Finally, because I was too lazy to look for another show to watch, I kept watching and now, I'm at season 7 😅 Did my mind fundamentally change? Honestly, no. BBC Sherlock will always be superior to me, I don't care it's trendy to hate it now. I do like Elementary now, though. Sherlock and Joan (well especially Joan) have grown on me. I still think Elementary lacks originality, I find the structure of the episodes too rigid, there are way too many episodes, things in the global story I really don't like. The copaganda for example, urgh... There's a lot of screen time dedicated to the cops and how good and honest and united they are. There are some bad apples but we're really supposed to believe that they're *rare*.... And I love Marcus Bell and Captain Gregson but they're so smart you even wonder why they need Sherlock in the first place 😂 But there are things I really love too: Joan being more than a sidekick to Sherlock is one of them. She has agency, he trains her, respects her.... I must say, it's pleasant to see. Also I love seeing Sherlock being a mentor. That's what he should be, really...

Another thing this show did for me was to convince me to read the ACD canon books. I read a couple of them when I was a teen but I was more a Hector Poirot girlie - EDIT: damn autocorrect! his name's Hercule of course). I know for a fact that Elementary Sherlock is closer to the book that BBC Sherlock, and the show makes multiple references to the ACD canon but I'm unable to identify most of them, which probably influences my reaction to the show. I need to read the books and watch the show again :)

So, it's a fine detective show, a feel good show as well because the morals is always good, characters given a second chance when they mess up, bad guys punished as they should.... Johnny Lee Miller does a fine job at showing the character's complex personality, and his partnership with Lucy Liu is flawless :) They're just adorable together. They totally remind me of Mulder and Scully, but without the unbearable sexual tension, which is why I spent 6 seasons 1/2 being fine with the fact that they wouldn't end up together as a couple.

I wish I had known the fandom when the show was broadcasting, because I haven't heard of any fit of rage when Joan and Sherlock didn't become canon?? And yet lmao, at least 70% of their interactions is romance-coded. Like, if JohnLock shippers think they were baited, Sherlock and Joan shippers were baited much, much more. Seriously, there's even a declaration of LOVE. When Sherlock has to run away to London, Joan follows him there!! They're completely co-dependant, all their attempt to have romantic relationships with other people fail... At some point Joan needs to go her own way and Sherlock respect that.

They take care of each other, all the time. If one is in danger, the other becomes feral. Sherlock especially would do everything to protect Joan from getting harm, and surely so would she. There are so many moments that could be confused with jealousy/possessiveness, so many sweet speeches that probably made the shippers think, "no way this is platonic!" .

Not me, though, because I believe in platonic love, always did, and that's what Sherlock's story was always about: a strong, unbreakable bond between two people who love each other but don't need to have sex to feel or express it. I say they remind me of Mulder and Scully because in both cases, it didn't have to become a romance. I shipped Mulder and Scully, yes, but for years I was quite certain that they woud never become romantic and I was fine with that. What they had was already beautiful.

And frankly, Joan and Sherlock's friendship higlights everything that's wrong with Sherlock and John's in the BBC show. It's a balanced relationship! they didn't have to become a romance because they're a perfect friendship, but if they did it would be ok, because it would not be toxic. Joan never beat Sherlock up, for a start. She never slaps him, they never insult each other. Sherlock is sometimes a prick to her but he always comes around because he respects her a lot. There's nothing in their interactions that makes me think, "wow, if they were a couple that would be so fucked up!", while, sorry but I had this thought about John and Sherlock a dozen of times, especially during season 4 but even before that.

So if I'm not wrong and shippers were cool with the ending, well... kudos guys.

@tickldpnk8

#cbs elementary #johnny lee miller #lucy liu #sherlock vs elementary #mulder and scully

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baratrongirl · 8 months

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B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

B - I don't have a lot for Ace Attorney because most of its ships are very obvious. I did however discover a fondness for the very rarepair Maya Fey/Simon Blackquill after reading a fic about them. She is a spirit medium who is going to become the leader of her village, and is also obsessed with the TV series The Steel Samurai. He is a raging weeaboo and/or British man with Japanese ancestry who wields a spirit katana and wants to be a samurai. They are even the same age! They are absolutely perfect together!

K - Urgh, see, this is the thing that Ace Attorney is very bad at. The games are good at showing 50-75% of a character development arc and then giving up. Like, AA4 is all about Klavier Gavin receiving trauma after trauma, and you'd expect him to need some time to process everything that's happened to him - yet he pops up in AA5 as if nothing has happened at all. Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth both have development, but even then you don't see the trauma being processed. In fact, the way Phoenix flips back to his old self in AA5 ignores all of the changes that happened to him in AA4, and seems false.

I actually think one of the best development arcs I've ever seen in a game/game series is Martin Septim in TES IV: Oblivion. He goes from being the priest of a town attacked by Daedra (TES version of demons) to the Emperor of Tamriel, willing to give his life to stop the Daedric invasion. Each time you return to Cloud Ruler Temple on the main quest, he's a little more resigned to his fate. He goes from giving an awkward speech to the Blades where he says, "I know you all want me to be Emperor, but this is very new to me" to leading a major battle dressed in the Emperor's heavy armor. When did he learn to fight in heavy armor? Before that, he's only worn priest's robes. A lot is happening to him behind the player's back, and it gives him life.

W - I agree with you about hating soulmates and Hanahaki Disease, unless those tropes are subverted. I am quite fond of the idea of "soulmates" which simply means that the person will be very important to you - not necessarily your one and only partner, but perhaps your best friend forever. And I find it interesting when people write Hanahaki Disease as a chronic illness which affects people who love too easily and deeply. I've often felt that I'm a person who does that, and it's brought me emotional pain. Why not have physical pain to go with it?

The tropes I REALLY hate though are "Pair the Spares" and "Everyone is Gay".

Ace Attorney has a juggernaut F/F ship of FranMaya which is Miles Edgeworth's adoptive/foster sister Franziska Von Karma paired with Phoenix Wright's best friend Maya Fey. But there are plenty of other options for both of those women, both F/F and M/F. I feel they get paired together despite their wildly different personalities and interests simply because Phoenix and Miles do, and I really dislike that. I don't even hate the ship! But I LOATHE the idea that they are together BECAUSE of their brother/best friend's relationship.

When the trope is subverted, and FranMaya get together years before WrightWorth, then I like the ship much more. Though I still feel that both characters have plenty of other interesting ships available to them.

"Everyone is Gay" bothers me when it's literally everyone being GAY as in exclusively same-sex relationships. Especially as three characters are about as close to canon bisexual as it's possible to be! Others have strongly headcanoned sexualities which are part of fanon (e.g. Miles Edgeworth being homoromantic demisexual and Kristoph Gavin being aromantic homosexual). But other characters are more flexible, e.g. I've seen Ema Skye written as lesbian, bi, straight, asexual, aromantic and acearo!

By all means, make everyone queer. But recognise that a trans woman might date a man, that a lot of bisexuals end up in relationships with people of different gender, that heteroromantic asexuals are still queer, and that acearo people likely don't want partners at all. And all of that is okay.

#character development #fic tropes #tropes i hate #rarepair #ace attorney #tes iv: oblivion #martin septim #maya fey #simon blackquill #ema skye

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greypetrel · 7 days

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If yyou haven't answered them yet, here come questions

V: Are there certain comments you’ve received on your stories that have stuck with you?

W: What is your favorite pairing to write? Favorite pairing to read?

Please and have a lovely day ^^

I haven't! Thank you very much for asking them! Day has been nice, I hope yours was/will be lovely as well!

Tis the prompt list

V: Are there certain comments you’ve received on your stories that have stuck with you?

Mh. I am deeply grateful for any comment that I get. I'll reply with two things:

First, comments on stuff I write involving other people's OC. I always get SO nervous that positive feedback melts my knees. :"D Thank you all for lending me your babies. Take mine as you'd like.

Then, having one user that punctually comments to each chapter of She of Many Names, which is an AU that was so haphazard, from a fandom and some books I never thought I would have dared touching in fanfic...

But: if you ever wrote a comment, some nice tags, reblogged my work or spoke to me about it directly, I'm extremely grateful, really. But continuous comments on each chapter? Oh damn, that was something unexpected that made me go... "Yeah, go your weirdest, maybe you're not that bad at plotting".

Also: receiving prompts. Each prompt received is a "Yes write more please" and I just...

W: What is your favorite pairing to write? Favorite pairing to read?

To write: with no one's surprise, cullavellan.

Platonically I'm chewing Solas&Inquisitor Lavellan like crazy. I do love Solas to shitpost about <3

And: Mahariel x Morrigan. Just - URGH. *shakes them both in a glass jar* (also because there's little about them >:( )

To read: Fenhawke has some excruciatingly angsty and hurt/comfort fics.

Female Hawke x Merrill (there are a little too many takes with Merrill that is naive and inexperienced and a scaredy cat that I don't like. But when it's done good... *chef's kiss*)

Morrigan x Leliana has some interesting takes too.

I do love me some good Dorian x Cullen (listen- listen.)

I'm all for rarepairs but there's so little about them that *grumbles*

Also give me a well written Zevran, please. More Zevran for everyone.

#fanfic writer ask #petrel replies #I would write all the rarepairs if I could. but THE TIME

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twstwonderlandstuff · 1 year

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yes, this is my rambling abt my oc, look away, idc if it's cringe

I joke about valie being a silly little goof w/ nothing in his head lots, but I think valie would be a nice background chara who's there

valie uses she/he pronouns

not like therapist yuu, but as someone the cast can lean on (platonically)

valie's friendly nature (think kalim, but 2x as touchy) while it pushes most of the twst cast away at the start, I think cuz' i made sure valie ask for consent w/ the touching they'll be okay w/ it

'friendly nature' here means platonic kissing, so like REALLY touchy lolol

e.g.: she asks explicit permission to deuce if he can kiss deuce's cheek/ hold hands/ hug

like very much 'can i?' when she/he wants to touch someone

but that being said, i can see why this friendly nature blurs the line between romantic and platonic, which is one of the bigger conflicts i put in valie's life (non-existent romantic life)

I know NRC isn't a romance game, but valie being SUCH a sucker for it and desperate for a partner (boy, girl, doesn't matter) that she/he ends up trying to flirt w/ everyone in NRC lol

some of it is blatant teasing, but sometimes she/he actually means but BECAUSE she/he is so touchy its hard to tell and it leads to valie going all sad like 'i am never going to find a partner' and then yeahhh

idk what this delved into BUT! i think it could be a character conflict of valie trying to break away from this 'i need a partner that COMPLETES me'/ i am not who i am without a partner/ over dependence on love concept in twst and instead simply having a crush on someone because she/he finds them fun, not because they could fill this 'void' in valie

i can see the first years knocking some sense into valie after an incident- maybe someone asked valie out (a dare) but she/he took it as a real thing and becomes EXTREMELY heartbroken over it

and while its harsh, its prboably like a wake up call??? smth like that IDK

that being said i kinda want valie to have vivid dreams as a kid- so vivid that she'd go to an artist and ask his papa to commision the aritst to draw the dream

and the dream is silver/ sebek

BUT LIKE SHE/HE DOESN'T KNOW IT TILL NRC RIGHT?!?! so when he/she sees sebek/silver she/he's like WAIT.

but it undermines the message cuz like it'll be 'oh its meant to be... my fated one' AHHH I DON'T KNOW HELPPP

also need help w/ valie's family story urgh

i wanna (a) make it complicated or (b) make it supa chill

(a) is valie and vivi's dad had a fallout so they're not allowed to see each other but THEY DO and advalsdvafknsdvlakn

(b) the other is that they're super chill dudes and they just vibe as a big family living under the same roof

im thinking of b because i could make cousins for valie ( i have determined 7 cousins ) and like idk yeah

3 older brohters (triplets- i made hc's abt them, but ehhh), 3 younger siblings (2 girls, 1 boy)

like clearly its not gnna be perfect and everyone's gonna have a thing w/ eah other but big family dynamics are fun! and exciting!

my hc in my head is that valie's papa's a porn director (lmao idk why it sounds like a cool job) and valie's mama is not present in his/her life

i dunno why yet but like eyy valie's papa is rlly chill w/ the parenting, i think he owuld get along w/ lilia or smth

not a dilf or anything just like. a dad yeah

maybe this is also why valie's so touchy? cuz like??? the envrionemtn IDK like its fun ^^

ANYWAY she'd def. (apart from vivi) tell her dad abt twst

like he wouldn't dead ass beleive him until valie brought grim up as evidence like 'you want proof? TAKE THIS GREMLIN'

and the dad's like "AIGHT KIDDO OUT THAT BACK DOWN ISEE IT"

loosing it LMAO that'd be so funny

and when vivi and valie meet they're crying like

vivi: YOU LEFT ME

valie: I HAD NO FUCKIN CHOICE THE MIRROR

and idk what happens yeah lmaoooo

also vivi being rlly tall??? vivi is an obey me mc so i'd like her to be taller than Beel for funsies LOL

so as a teen, vivi would have to be BIG. and TALL.

its mega fun to think abt bcuz u have this small, feral thing of 145 cm + 70 cm cat and then u have this giant of a woman standing at (currently and forever) 205 cm and it's like HOLY SHIT?? U GUYS R THE SAME AGE????

funniest thing evr I SWEAR

valie literally climbs vivi like a tree and vvi's like 'aight'

speaking of vivi she'd have 1900's style clothes that she wears w/out batting an eye like its normal attire

honestly incredible

i want to make her a business woman, but like running a family's company is kind of an redudant trope so idk what i want to do w/ thatttt

maybe viv is just like. a business woman who just. runs her own mini shop

like octavinelle's monstro lounge but a little bit smaller. like, maybe an offline/online shop relating to designs/fashion? that'd be cute TT

idkkkk

oh yeah also

crow motif for valencia (throwback to me making that 'the gilded monarch' dress for him)

spider motif for vivica cuz i think vivi's someone with lodas of connectio but little to connect TO

valie's one of the people she relies on emotinally, but she leans TOO heavily since she's the 'strong and tall' one

#vivica karasu #valencia karasu #chara dump outta nowhere sorry y'all ~

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Explain why you love IchiHime, please. Full detail, don't skip a single thing😇

I've been trying and failing to answer this for ages, but I've loved this ship since I was like twelve so I owe it to myself to at least try and explain. Full disclosure, a similar post could probably be made for any two characters, especially in a series like Bleach where characters have such great chemistry, but this is mainly going to focus on why I like them + general observations from an analysis perspective.

Disclaimer: long post ahead.

My knee-jerk response to this question is usually: asdglkdjh; why are they so URGH.

But we'll get to that.

Honestly, I love the way Kubo handled his romantic subplots, and I think a lot of his canon relationships are really well-written without taking away too much from the main story! RenRuki, IsshinMasaki, RyuKata, KaienMiyako, ByaHisa and ShunUki (they are canon, fight me on that) are all integral to both the characters' development, as well as the story as a whole, which is good writing! The story would be incomplete without them, and Bleach, especially, has a history of portraying good romantic and platonic relationships without putting either on a pedestal, so I don't agree with the criticism that a) Kubo can't write romance and b) Kubo shouldn't have written romance at all and I wanted to make note of that before I got to IchiHime.

Anyway,

Who is doing it like them? Among all the shonen ‘MC/Love Interest’ couples, I’d honestly have to say—nobody! Shonen until that point was really fond of ‘Childhood Friends to Lovers’ or ‘Opposites Attract’ as tropes, and that often felt a bit overused, especially if you were keeping up with several at the same time.

I love that he goes from “she’s a friend of a friend” to “she’s a friend” to “she’s a close friend” to “she’s my wife.” Instead of establishing it from the get-go, it’s so cool that Kubo was patient enough to build and develop them slowly and have them grow and learn each other over the series. And learn each other they do! Ichigo and Orihime are so perceptive of each other and they share a lot of their shortcomings, such as powerlessness + the desire to protect their loved ones + insecurities about not being good enough. Struggles like that aren’t uncommon for the MC as part of the whole Hero’s Journey™ thing but I like that, in Bleach, the love interest goes through that journey with him. I remember in DBZ and Yu Yu Hakusho there were plotlines that ChiChi and Keiko were often written out of, which is why I like so much that Kubo had Orihime be a part of some of the most important and memorable events in Bleach. It’s also why I didn’t like that one movie where everyone went to Hell without her (I don’t remember what movie that was and idc).

Tropes

IchiHime often falls under a lot of tropes that I really like, such as ‘Grump/Ray of Sunshine’ and ‘Protector/Healer.’ I mean, who doesn’t like seeing their favorite ship shield and protect each other multiple times in the most dramatic of ways?

(This isn’t even half of my ‘Protecting Each Other’ folder, BTW).

I also like what they like about each other. Orihime loves that Ichigo is kind and thoughtful, despite the Punk reputation that he gets. Ichigo loves her compassion, loves that she worries and cares, and it’s so sweet and classic and traditional without being nauseating. They’re similar enough to get each other, but also different enough in how they behave, and I think that’s really refreshing! They love their mutual friends more than anything and they have a shared sense of justice and parenting that feels like such a natural progression of who they are. They’re still so much of themselves even when they’re together.

Development

I touched upon this somewhere in an earlier section, but I love that a lot of their individual development as characters complement their development as a couple. Ichigo has to trust his friends and share the burden of power, while Orihime has to get stronger and gain the more realistic goal of ensuring he never suffers from grievous injuries—as opposed to him never getting hurt like, ever. I also love how the conflicts in their relationship are dealt with such care, like Kubo never uses Orihime’s temporary jealousy or Ichigo sidelining her in the earlier arcs as cheap drama/for funsies but actually does justice to their relationship by having them grow and develop through it together. There’s no better tag-team partner for Ichigo and Orihime than each other, and I love that they’ve come so far from who they used to be. They’re a team now and they complement each other :’)

Feels

Remember when I said that my usual response to them is just “asdglkdjh; why are they so URGH”?

Yeah.

I love when they Angst so much and they’re extremely tender about it like hello! You’re in pain, why are you making soft faces at each other? IchiHime can do angst, fluff, comedy/teasing and domesticity; they’re so versatile, but god I do love it when they have these subtle, heart-wrenching moments together. I enjoy a good bit of Bickering in my ships too, but it always hits harder when you’re reminded of just how much they care about each other. And then they go back to being dorks and bumping heads and teasing each other about...bread of all things. They're ridiculous. Give me more.

As a last bit of rambling, I know you asked me about the ship, but I really do love its fandom too! Everyone has always been so nice, welcoming and supportive and I’ve rarely (if ever) seen character-bashing, which is so wonderful and kind, I love it! I haven’t felt any hostility in this sub-fandom at all, which is not something I can say for most pockets around here and I appreciate that! It’s fun, and I love making content for us!

Bonus! My favorite panel which really captures the essence of IchiHime in their natural habitat:

classic

#me: i don't care for shonen couples #also me [earlier that day]: i care for ichihime #ichihime #meta #asks

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a-stitch-in-time-and-space · 3 years

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ok i agree w/ everything you said about those ladies besides, lwaxana gives s*xual pr*dator vibes and that is why i dont like her.

I can see that reading for sure and all things are subjective. I do strongly disagree, but hey, fandom is a space for that! Super chill.

to go a little more into this though, since it's not really so much about what any of us feel, but more about how we engage with female characters (and I'll use your example of why you don't like her - not to drag you, your dislike is totally fair, she's fictional, she won't mind, but just because it's a single line that kinda puts her in a box. And not a very nice box to be in, that's for sure...)

a little tw for mild references to some of the shadier writings of star trek vis a vis sexual assault and otherwise sexist and/or strange relationship dynamics

okay so you know how Riker has like. two? episodes that're suuuper shady in terms of his treatment of women and the rest of the time it's pretty chill. and he's one of my favourite characters, but I have gotta skip those episodes, because whatever they were trying to do, they Did Not Succeed - and there's a reading of him that incorporates those elements and if you do you've gotta contend with the character being quite probably someone who's assaulted women.

or how Worf at times espouses sexist shit that makes me roll my eyes outta my head and you're either gonna say "I don't fucking like this character" (and again, totally fair, I've seen people who don't Vibe) or you've gotta find a way to make this work for you if you want to explore that character - or both of those things, you can dislike a character and want to write about them

Or some of the weird shit the writers have Geordi do (which, Geordi is my favourite character in TNG, but sometimes ya gotta breathe and go "the writers are fucking dumb, the writers are fucking dumb")

or - the spiritual successor of Geordi, Julian Bashir (my favourite character from DS9 - clearly I have a Type). You've gotta go: This is stupid writing. I can make it work with my own read of the character, but first and foremost The Writing Is Dumb!

Or hell, Q - since we're talking about Lwaxana and I assume her interactions with Picard and Odo, let's not forget to mention Q, both in TNG and on VOY with Janeway - some of the more urgh-inducing scenes between Q and Janeway are, I think, meant to be charming and funny? And I'm a massive QCard shipper here, okay, I actually vibe so hard with him as an alien who doesn't get shit about boundaries (this mostly with Picard, with Janeway I have gone: "Hm. This doesn't feel good" a fair few times).

or how the writers of DS9 had Garak be in a very uncomfortable relationship with Ziyal, who was a teenager, then not a teenager within much too short a span of episodes (and actress changes)

or Quark. Remember the episode in which Quark tries to get Kira's likeness so he can put it in a sex-fantasy roleplay that she did not consent to? or how there are two cold opens where his female employees are told they have to sleep with him to keep their jobs

or like... Neelix (okay, I am not a fan of Neelix anyway, but for people who are fans, there are times when you've gotta wonder what in the heck the writers are thinking - not the character, the writers)

what I'm trying to say with the post I wrote is that this same graciousness isn't offered to female characters - especially female characters of colour, but in the case of Lwaxana

she's older, she's an ongoing female guest star, she's very (sometimes uncomfortably) sexual towards especially Picard and for a short while Odo, before they become really good friends.

she's also in-text several times in positions in which men are trying to control her (the episode where she gets kidnapped, the episode in which the guy who's married her is a misogynist) and she uses or tries to use her "wiles" to escape these situations.

She's really more of a faded beauty who's putting a pressure onto her daughter (in a rare interesting, complex, fraught mother-daughter dynamic that I loooove) and refuses to let go of the past, because (and here we get into my read, but mildly supported by canon) it's the only way she seems to have learned how to be loved and have relevance. She's terrified of letting that go, because where does she go next, without everything that's defined her? which is why her final episode with Odo is actually so powerful to me.

Picard is never threatened by her in-text. He's not massively fond of her (at first, she grows on him... like a mold), he would prefer to avoid her, but he's not in a powerless situation here. She undoubtedly makes him uncomfortable at times in a way that - like some of the above examples have made me go "mmmmokay" but certainly not the worst example of this in the writing.

With Odo I also don't like how some of her interactions with him go in the first episode they're in together. But once they're friends and you see how easily she accepts him ("I can swim" is always going to be one of my favourite little chuckle lines) that no longer applies. He clearly likes her and enjoys her company. There's something incredibly lifelong platonic partners in their easiness with each other.

You can argue in both cases (and argue well) that there are scenes that are kinda sus. But there are lots of scenes that offer you depth of character. She's not one-note. She's got off moments.

Some of these guys (and others - I haven't watched as much TOS and Voyager so I don't want to misrepresent anyone, but I feel sure that Tom Paris has made me squint once or twice + I've not seen Enterprise yet) have whole episodes that make me shudder.

It's really - within this fandom for sure - open how we interpret characters and I'm not saying anyone needs to read Lwaxana like this or change their minds and like her.

The point of the post is not to say you have to like any of these characters. Or even to say you have to engage with them regardless of how you vibe or don't vibe with them. It's just... I have listened to several up-until-then-enjoyable deeply analytical podcasts where at some point one of the (guys... always guys... I'm guessing white) makes a sneering comment completely dismissing their value within the series.

My point is that Lwaxana (since we're on her) has value as a character within the Trek universe. She added something important. She's not everyone's cup of tea, but it's a big series, we're not all guaranteed to like everyone.

and in the original post I used "shrill" and "cringy" on purpose, because those are descriptors I've heard. And they are absolutely rooted in misogynist dismissals of female characters no matter what shape they take (Keiko, Lwaxana, Michael, and Ezri are radically different from each other and yet all easily brushed aside regardless of screentime, personality, show, age, role/job).

I'm not making points about having to engage with or like characters. I'm just saying we need to be aware of how easily we specifically look down our noses at female characters (and specifically female characters of colour - apologies, this was just because we were talking about Lwaxana, but some of the shit I've heard about especially Michael and Keiko have made me want to bang my head against a wall... or other peoples heads against walls... you know, for a nice change)

so how much sympathy or analysis of behaviour is afforded to female characters vs their male peers. What judgements are we making and how do they compare to our readings of their male counterparts?

sidenote: I hate using male and female about star trek, my brain is just like "why anyone gender? why do this? you're in space? there are aliens? y'all can't chill with the binary for two fucking seconds?"

different post

#lwaxana troi #tng #ds9 #voy #st: tng #st: ds9 #st: voy #star trek disc horse #I don't want to make statements on TOS or Disco guys - I HAVE seen them I just don't rememberrrr too much #i have entirely avoided any and all opinions by white cis dudes on adira and gray btw because I have F E A R #they're not female characters tho but like... tangentially I'm thinking hooboy about them as well #anon just wanna reiterate I'm not telling you to change your opinion or feelings about her

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havockingboo · 2 years

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soft and comfort, and warm like the sun

omg Guard Dog fact that’s tied to these doodles!!

Beowulf is probably one of the only people that gets to see Papyrus like this. I guess Papyrus trusts him to be this vulnerably emotional with, especially like this. Though he’s still private about what’s on his mind, maybe he’s afraid that he won’t make sense or Beowulf won’t understand, which isn’t true! He knows this for a fact! But you know…it’s not exactly the most easiest thing for him to just, let out…so, Beowulf is more than willing to be Papyrus’ shoulder to cry on. And Papyrus isn’t complaining!! Boy can he cry, doesn’t help that Beowulf just feels so comforting to hold, and be hugged by. This tends to go on for a solid 30 minutes or so, he just really doesn’t want to let go, afraid that maybe, he won’t get a chance like this again..I mean, shoot if Papyrus didn’t force himself to stop crying and let go, they both would’ve been in his room for hours.

The future royal guardsman have to be tough!!! He has to be tough, crying won’t do! It won’t get the job done! There’s nothing else you can do besides push forward! There’s always a bright side, a brighter future, try and try again! There’s no need to cry over your failures, or how people haven’t noticed how cool you are! They will sooner or later! But…it can be, a bit hard at times to hold himself up for so long. He’s gotten pretty good at hiding it though, you know, deflecting or projecting it onto others…but Beowulf somehow helped him just, let loose. Something Papyrus is very not accustomed to!! That’s more of his brother’s thing, “let loosing” was lazy talk!!! However, he honestly isn’t complaining that he gets to sit and hangout with someone like Beowulf. There’s just something about him that just makes him feel…wanted.

Uh yeah…they’re really good friends!!

#doodles #they love each other soooo much platonically #like…I love it when two friends just love each other very much #they make me so 😭❤️#THEY MEAN A LOT…THEY ARE SO PERSONAL TO ME #LIKE…I FEEL SHY SHARING STUFF ABT THEM BUT URGH I WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW HOW SOFT THEY ARE!! YOU KNOW #me rolling around when I try to write papyrus in character as possible #i knooooow damn well he’s got a lot of bottled up feelings bro he LITERALLY projecting onto you BEFORE HE FOUGHT YOU PLEASE #okay I’m anyways uh I’m normal about him!!!#both of them :] (lying)#guard dog #papyrus #beowulf #undertale oc #vent doodles #i need a hug from both of them #i know they give the best hugs #long tags

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This is for @barely-nok. I’m sorry it took so long to get some Obake content out for you to consume. I hope you find it tasty lol.

Obake never drank on principle. He needed to keep a clear head and heads were meant for thinking. And thinking meant he could create what he wanted to the limit or even beyond that.

But even sober, his brain would...fizzle if Kei ever so much as blinked at him prettily. Or pouted. Or cheerily threatened to sing “I’m Henry the Eighth , I Am” if he didn’t agree to take a break and - urgh! Just acknowledging the phrase made him feel filthy - spend some “quality time” with a coworker.

Personally speaking, Obake would have preferred the term “expendable” or “replaceable” or “unpaid intern that wasn’t getting extra credit or the merits of knowledge.” Oh, but he would pay anything to get DeciBull out of his sight! And hearing range.

Then again, hearing range would be preferable. Wild cards like Kei were acceptable. DeciBull - or Wil as Kei had casually greeted him by to the former’s chargain - was more of a Jack; weaker than Obake, but still a threat nonetheless.

If Kei hadn’t taken the car and driven off to God knew where, he would have stormed out of the bar and left that arsehole behind. Maybe steal his glasses and see if the chubby man with a guitar gimmack could find his way back home without falling off the pier.

Wil had barely touched his first bottle and was glowering at his phone for the past half hour. This suited Obake swimmingly, if not for the fact that Kei would know that they hadn’t made any attempt at all and would be tormenting him with that song again! And she would enlist Noodle Burger Boy this time, he was certain. And possibly Trina, though he was certain she would be directed towards Wil instead.

Obake collected himself and recited the longest formulas in the Periodic Table before he rigidly glanced over to Wil.

“I’m surprised you aren’t taking advantage of the karaoke here.”

Wil yelped and fumbled with his phone - mumbling apologies to the bartender as he passed - before gaping at Obake.

“Interesting...” Obake murmured.

“What?” Wil asked bemused.

“You almost looked like an intelligent being for a moment.”

Wil scowled, “Funny.”

Then a smile crept onto his face. Obake stiffened. He knew he could take the man, he was slimmer and certainly wasn’t sluggish, but bars were always tricky to maneuver around in. Inebriation, sympathizers, or anyone looking for an excuse to be aggressive would make Obake beating Wil up...troublesome.

“Something amusing to you?” Obake took a sip from his own glass to appear ignorant and casual.

“Just thinking how whipped you must be if Kei could make you spend time with me,” Wil leaned in conspiratorially, “Tell me, does she make you sleep on the couch when you misbehave?”

Obake sputtered and and gave Wil a hard stare. Wil stared back undaunted.

“Shut your mouth and have your bloody drink, why don’t you?” Obake snarled and took another, deeper sip from his glass. He was used to dealing with the aggressive and almost territorial behavior Wil demonstrated back at the base. He did not want to be sober to process that Wil was capable of having bloody cheek.

“How can I have my ‘bloody drink’ if my mouth’s shut?” Wil asked innocently.

“Test my patience and we’ll find out soon enough,” Obake growled under his breath. He could do it. One stab between the ribs and he could slip out in the noise and confusion. He just didn’t want to put up with Kei pestering him when he got back and possibly annoying her with a potential murder.

Wil sniggered and had another swig of his beer. He went back to his phone, but he barely seemed to be reading what was on the screen.

That was...unexpected. But it was a better alternative to dealing with a feral monkey by himself. Obake found himself enjoying the Manhattan more than he expected and finished it off. He was beginning to fish the cherry out when Wil spoke up again.

“Was it good?”

Obake groaned and glowered at Wil, who was starting at his empty glass curiously. What didn’t that fool understand about having a little peace and quiet?

“I don’t typically drink myself,” Wil mumbled into his bottle and drank. He sputtered for a few moments and continued, “I just stick to a beer once in a while.”

“Thank Heaven for small miracles, then,” Obake narrowed his eyes and waved the bartender over, “Another one, if you would be so kind.”

“Me too,” Wil smiled at the bartender and held up his empty bottle. Amazingly, the bartender smiled back and came back moments later with their second drinks. Wil called after him as he walked off, “Thanks, Jim!”

“You frequent this place often?” Obake ventured and helped himself to his second Manhattan. Screw sobriety, it had been so long since he had anything that tasted so good touch his lips.

“I used to,” Wil admitted, “Just for a bite and maybe a bottle. That’s kind of how me and Kei met, actually.”

“A little nip before beddybye?” Obake cooed mockingly at him.

“Crime and I have something in common,” Wil smirked, “We rarely sleep.”

“Tragic,” Obake chuckled and raised his glass in mock salute, “To your insomnia, I suppose.”

Wil raised his beer in kind, “And to good company if I ever get any.”

Now, they both laughed for real. Obake noticed for the first time how pleasantly red Wil’s face had become. Was it the alcohol or the first genuine spark of life he was expressing? If it was the latter, that would mean Kei was behind it somehow.

Suddenly, the good feeling popped like a soap bubble and Obake hid his displeasure by finishing off his second Manhattan. Wil gawked at him.

“You should slow down, Kei is gonna freak if she has to pick us up from the ER because you got alcohol poisoning or something.”

“Kei this, Kei that, you haunt her like a lapdog!” Obake spat out. Damn that woman and her silly, childish notions of fun and damn that boulder she decided would make good company!

Wil blinked and leaned back a little. A moment later, he was glowering back with that familiar hostility, “At least I don’t treat her like a nuisance like you do! Do you have any idea how much she cares about you?!”

“Cares?” Obake snapped his fingers at Jim for another glass and leaned closer to Wil’s face. His nostrils flared and he could feel Wil tense inches away from him. “Why would she have to care about me? If that’s what you call pity, then I’ve no need for it! She can pretend all she wants that we’re all supposed to be some family, but in the end, that’s all it’s going to be. A stupid dream! Why would she care about making me ‘socialize’ with the others or spending ‘quality time’ with her silly boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?!”

Obake jabbed a finger into Wil’s chest, “Don’t play coy! I know you think I’m a prat to her! And I know you won’t believe that she can almost make me feel human! But you don’t have to worry about me getting in the way, Prince Charming! She’s all yours, so you don’t have to worry about me -”

“I’m gay.”

“And I’m Bob, the pleasure’s all...what.” Obake had to take a moment to process Wil’s flat retort.

“Gay. I like guys. I love them. I love kissing them. And I’m already taken.”

Obake opened his mouth and closed it again. He noticed that his third Manhattan had arrived and wasted no time downing it. Wil didn’t repeat how it wasn’t safe to do this time, and he was thankful for that.

Suddenly, he felt someone standing right behind him and stilled.

“Is he giving you problems, Wil?”

“No worries, Eugene,” Wil smiled at the person behind him, “Just clearing up a misunderstanding over here.”

Obake felt a little dizzy and pinched his nose, “Let me understand this correctly. You have never had feelings for Kei?”

“Platonically, yes. Romantically or otherwise? No.”

“And this whole time, yo - you’ve...” Why couldn’t he find the right words? “You’ve...acted harshly because...?”

“Because she’s one of my best friends and I don’t want her to get hurt,” Wil said firmly. He pointed at Obake with a fiercely protective look, “I can’t help who she wants to connect with, but I won’t stand by and let her get hurt. She’s gone through too much to deserve that.”

“Alright, I’m just going to butt in for a moment here,” Eugene moved from behind Obake and stood to Wil’s left, wrapping an arm across him protectively. He was pleasant to the eyes; tall, broad, dark brown hair and a scruffy goatee. He looked at Wil, bemused, “You weren’t here scooping for another cutie, babe?”

“Wh...why...why would he...?” Obake’s tongue felt like lead. Dear Lord, he could barely speak, he was so embarrassed.

“Because this is a gay bar?” Eugene supplemented as if it weren’t obvious. Obake blinked. Come to think of it, it was rather odd no one had come to bother them when they came in. Did...did that mean...?

Somewhere in San Fransokyo, Kei was laughing herself silly. Obake was certain of it.

“Everything alright over here?” Another voice, deeper than Eugene’s mischievous and light tone asked.

“Hey ‘Nan! This is an acquaintance of mine,” Wil helped himself to his beer, “and apparently he thought I was stealing his girlfriend until a few moments ago. Bob, this is Kanan. My other boyfriend.”

“Other...” Obake’s head was swimming. This was too much to process...

“Yeah,” Wil said shyly, “We’re...we’re kind of a poly sort of thing.”

As if to prove his point, Eugene promptly gave Wil a deep kiss on the lips that was eagerly returned. Kanan came into view and Obake noticed how dark skinned he was and the ponytail before he decided he was too sober to handle this all right now.

He made to stand and tripped over his stool. And a moment later, his Manhattans returned and splashed all over the floor.

In hindsight, he should have checked how much alcohol was in each glass...

It was about a half hour later when Kei found all four of them outside the bar with Obake being supported by an irksome Wil and amused Eugene. Kanan looked torn between disapproval and laughter.

“Was it fun?” Kei asked hesitantly. Obake took one look at her and sighed. It was his own fault for drinking too much.

“It was something,” Wil supplemented as he helped buckle Obake into the backseat, “And educational, apparently, so that’s a plus.”

“We were there at the tail-end,” Eugene added helpfully, “It was kind of entertaining.”

“You sure you can take care of this?” Kanan asked Wil.

Wil looked at Obake and sighed, “We’ll be alright. Thanks, anyways.”

“See you at the next heist meet, babe!” Eugene blew a kiss.

“Tell Raps and Hera I said hi!” Wil called back as they drove off.

“And here I thought I’d be picking you up at the police station for a bar brawl,” Kei half joked.

“Stay with me, Bob!” Wil shook Obake gently, “Don’t go to sleep. First rule in treating alcohol poisoning.”

“Piss off...” Obake slurred.

Wil sighed and let his head sink against the headrest for a few moments. Why didn’t he just become an accountant like his parents wanted?

“Wil...” Obake said sluggishly, “In..in the...event...I survive this with my memory intact. Would you...do it again?”

Wil blinked in surprise and chuckled weakly, “Only if you watch what you drink next time, lightweight.”

“Momma’s boy.”

“Evil Brit.”

“Four Eyes.”

“Nnnnnnnnnnneeeee~rrrrrrrrrds!” Kei cackled as her passengers bickered with each other without any former hostility from before.

#big hero 6 #bh6 #Big Hero Six the series #obake #kei tanaka #dj parasite #wil welsh #decibull #Eugene Fitzherbert #kanan jarrus #oc #self insert #lbgt #gay #drinking #enemies to besties

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jaskierswolf · 3 years

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Hello, love 💜 for a Valentine’s prompt, can we get aro/platonic geraskier? Maybe they’re out with some friends who Don’t Get It™ and they kinda explain what aromantic love and relationships is like? (I know the aro spectrum is pretty wide and I’m not aro, so I don’t wanna get too specific with the prompt. also I’d like to learn more about it as well ☺️💜)

Soooo... this got longer than I anticipated and honestly I didn’t get that much into the explanation. One of the best things someone can do if someone comes out as aro (and/or ace) is to accept it, support them and go away to do their own research. So.... this is sort of what happens here.

Modern AU (with magic?) - Geralt & Jask QPR, feat Yen/Triss. 1.1k

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“Geralt!” Jaskier called as he pulled the duvet off the bed, books flying into the corners of the room. “Oh cock, Geralt!” he yelled louder “I can’t find my glasses!”

They were maybe sort of a little bit late for a friend date with Triss and Yennefer, and it was maybe his fault, but not completely. Geralt knew by now that Jaskier got caught up in his composing and lost track of time. Geralt should have knocked on his door sooner, but alas, five minutes before they were supposed to leave Geralt decided to remind him. Jaskier had gotten dressed in record time but somewhere in the confusion he’d put his glasses down.

And now he couldn’t find them.

“Geralt!!” He shouted, pouting at his friend’s absence. “Stupid witcher.”

“Jaskier, I was only next door, no need to scream,” Geralt sighed in fond exasperation. He had Jaskier’s glasses in his hand.

“Oh.”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier felt himself blush slightly as he took the frames from Geralt’s hand. “Thanks, my dear. Where—”

“In the bathroom.”

“Right,” Jaskier grinned sheepishly, flexing his fingers “brain’s all over the place.”

And it was, always was at this time of year. People just obsessed over love and partners and romance, and Jaskier… well… it all got a bit much. It threw his anxiety through the roof, even though he had Geralt and they were very happy with their own little, strictly platonic arrangement. He knew people assumed they were dating. His own mother kept asking when the witcher would be proposing to him, because apparently Jaskier was not the one to propose in their relationship… if any of them wanted that, which they didn’t. They’d been living together as best friends for almost a decade and still his own family didn’t understand.

Sometimes it was easier just not to correct them.

And other times he got so irrationally angry that they never believed him.

Geralt was good for him. He kept Jaskier’s head out of the clouds and Jaskier stopped his witcher from being pitifully self-loathing. It worked for them, and that was enough.

“Come on,” Geralt grunted. “Yen hates it when we’re late.”

Jaskier smirked, nudging Geralt’s shoulder with his own. “It was your fault last time,” he reminded the witcher. Geralt had taken a contract a few days before their last date with the girls and ended up getting back an hour late and covered in drowner guts. “Lost glasses is better than monster guts.”

“I was working.”

Jaskier pouted at Geralt and reached up to kiss his cheek. “It was still gross and you know it.”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier stuck his tongue out, before linking arms with his friend. It was time to face the music. Yennefer and Triss had started dating officially only a few months before but honestly they’d been circling around each other for years, which was only really making Jaskier feel worse. He knew that people were expecting him and Geralt to come to a similar conclusion but it just wasn’t going to happen.

They’d tried once.

After two weeks of awkwardly avoiding talking to each other the both gave in and gratefully returned to their friendship, vowing never to be so idiotic again. It had simply been the pressures of society, and Jaskier hated it when people judged him. He’d just wanted to be… well… normal. If such a thing existed.

They made their way to the little cafe in town. Yennefer was sat there, looking perfect as usual, scrolling through something on her phone. Her other hand was holding Triss’s on the table. Triss was reading a book on her tablet by looks of it, Jaskier recognised the layout of the website even from a distance. He laughed. Even centuries old sorceresses weren’t too old for fanfic!

He idly wondered what fandom had caught her interest, but that was a conversation for another time. Yennefer’s violet eyes flashed up, cool and intense, even after all this time he still shivered.

“Boys,” she said dryly as if she wanted to be anywhere else but at the cafe waiting for them, but Jaskier didn’t take it to heart, that was just Yennefer’s way. “You’re late.”

“I—”

“Lost your glasses, you’ll lose your head next,” Yennefer smirked but reached up to kiss Geralt’s cheek as they approached the table. “Geralt.”

“Yen, it’s good see you, and you Triss,” Geralt sat down opposite Yennefer and Jaskier slid in next to him, keeping a hand on his witcher’s leg.

“Don’t mind her,” Triss smiled warmly, “She’s been looking forward to this for weeks.”

“An exaggeration,” Yennefer muttered, her act of indifference fooling no one on the table. “So, still stubbornly friends?”

Jaskier’s fingers gripped Geralt’s leg under the table, this had been what he was waiting for. They had the same conversation every time, but this time Jaskier had an answer. They’d done some research on the internet, both frustrated with the way neither of them ever seemed to want the romantic relationship that everyone else on the planet was obsessed with.

And oh ho ho! The discoveries they’d made. It turned out that they weren’t alone, that there was even a word for it these days. The validation had been the best feeling, truly beyond words, and Jaskier would know, words were his living.

“Still friends, always will be,” Geralt grumbled.

Jaskier bumped their shoulders together and pinned Yennefer with a steely glare, one to rival hers. “It’s called aromantic, darling. Look it up.”

Yennefer raised an eyebrow. “Aromantic?”

“Mhmm,” Jaskier replied before picking up the menu to browse the sandwich options “and Geralt is my platonic partner. It’s umm, ah. Well… sort of like a best friend but… more committed? No romantic feelings involved though before you ask.”

“Right,” Yennefer didn’t sound convinced but Triss squeezed her hand, stopping any scathing remark that the sorceress might have.

“We’ll look it up when we get home, thanks for trusting us Jaskier.”

Jaskier beamed and rested his head on Geralt’s shoulder. It had gone better than expected. He’d been expecting them to completely dismiss it off the bat, but then again, Yennefer and Triss had been friends with Geralt for a few decades now. They were alright, he supposed.

“Alright?” Triss asked with a laugh.

“Stay out of my head,” he groaned.

“You love us, Jask. Don’t deny it.”

“Yeah yeah,” he muttered and stuck his tongue out at the sorceress. “You’re not bad.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt growled.

“Urgh, fine. You are my two favourite sorceresses in the whole wide world, I will sing your praises from the tops of the highest mountains, nay from the heavens above!”

“Jaskier!”

Jaskier grinned and kissed Geralt’s cheek. “You love me, shush.”

“Hmm,” Geralt agreed.

#the witcher #witcher #yennefer of vengerberg #triss merigold #jaskier pankratz #geralt of rivia #aro prompt #wolfie's witcher writing #suddenly-a-twilight-blog

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mycomfortblanket · 3 years

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Written in Ink chap 4

Toph isn’t completely sure what makes her wake up so early, but she knows it’s going to be one of those mornings where she can’t go back to sleep no matter how hard she tries. She can feel Aang’s body pressed up behind her and judging from his deep and even breaths that she can feel on the back of her neck, he is still asleep.

Turning her face more into the pillow, she inhales his scent from the fabric, and hopes that she can maybe pass out from lack of oxygen by doing this so that she can go back to sleep.

Pushing her head further into the pillow is when she feels it. The hardness that is pressing just below the swell of her ass. When she had leaned forward to push her face more into the pillow, it had caused her hips to move back slightly and brush against him.

Her face stills in the pillow, she bites back a grin. Toph knew it is something that normally happens in the morning, but for some reason, it gave her a strange sort of satisfaction.

Moving back to her previous position- pressed against his chest- she brushes against him once more and a hand quickly reaches out and grips her hip, “God, quit doing that,” his voice sounding strained and still rough with sleep.

Toph lets out a snort, “Didn’t realize you were that into me,” she says with a slight wiggle of her hips. Another groan comes from his lips and his fingers dig into her skin.

“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s morning. And you doing that isn’t making it any easier,” he says, rolling onto his back, away from her slightly.

Toph pouts slightly as he pulls away taking his body heat with him. She turns around to face and pulls the blankets up to her chin, “What’s for breakfast?”

“Funny that you think I’m making breakfast after what you just did.”

She laughs under her breath, “Well, when you take me home, can we stop somewhere and get something to eat? I would kill for some hashbrowns.”

An hour and a half later, they were sitting in a booth at their nearest Ihop looking through their menus. Well, Aang was looking through the menu. Apparently, Toph comes here so often she already knows what she wants.

He looks up at her and can’t help but blush more. They definitely look like they’re an awkward one night stand couple. Her hair is messy and unbrushed and she’s wearing one of his hoodies that is way too big for her.

Every time he glances at her, he can’t help but remember how he was taken out of his dream by the brushing of her ass against him, and then she had the audacity to do it again. He knows it’s wrong to say this, but he’s glad she is blind so that she can’t see the blush that hasn’t left his face since they got out of bed that morning.

“You know, I can feel you blushing from here,” she says with a smirk, reaching out for her drink.

“Urgh,” Aang drops his head to the table, “Why did you do that to me? I am a good man, and it was just cruel.”

Toph laughs and cuts into her pancakes, “Whatever, it was funny and you know it.” The sleeve of the hoodie slides back just slightly and he is able to catch the sight of his Name on her skin and he sucks in a breath.

“What?” she asks. How she heard that, he doesn’t know.

“Uh, nothing. Your Name is all.” It’s Toph’s turn to blush as she pulls the sleeve down and pulls it into a palm to hold it there.

It’s a moment before she raises her face to him and the blush starting to recede. “Where… Where is yours?”

Aang looks down at his plate, biting his lip before glancing back up at her. Her face is guarded and her eyes are casted downwards. He can feel her building up a wall between them for some reason. He doesn’t think this conversation is too personal, considering what she did this morning, but he can feel her distancing herself.

“It’s on my chest, just under my heart along my ribs,” he says in a low tone. All he gets is a nod in response. He stares at her for a moment, gathering some courage to ask his next question, “Why don’t you like the Names?”

Toph’s eyebrows fly up for a second before she drops into a neutral face, “What, are you wanting to do the soulmate thing now?”

“No, I’m not ready for that. I just want to know your perspective of it.” He can see her clench and unclench her teeth a few times, trying to figure out what words would be appropriate for this.

Aang thinks she is just about to tell him off right when her shoulders slump down and she lets out a deep breath. “All my life, things had been decided for me because I’m blind. What school I went to, who my friends are, what I wear, everything. I barely got to move out… actually I wouldn't have been able to move out if Zuko didn't kidnap me. The Names are just another thing that has been decided for me, and I can't stand it. I should be able to choose who I want to be with and when I want to be with them.”

Aang nods his head slowly and takes a bite of his eggs, “Yeah, that makes sense.”

Toph jerks her head up a little, completely surprised by her answer. Most people tell her that it’s stupid, that she's missing out on the greatest feelings. But, instead, he seems to understand.

“What about yours?”

He snorts a little, “Eh, we’ll get to that another day.”

“Little too depressing for you?”

“Ha. Yeah. You could say that.

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Katara walks into the living room to see Toph lounging on one of the couches, her earbuds in, most likely listening to an audiobook.

Walking over to her, she nudges her leg to get her attention. Toph hits the pause button on her headphones and pulls one out.

“I noticed that you didn't come home the other night,” Katara asks in a teasing tone.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I slept over at Aang’s.”

Trying not to be too forward and scare her off, Katara walks into the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water before returning to the couch. “Well, what did you guys do all night?”

Toph doesn’t answer immediately which makes Katara automatically assume, “Oh my god, you didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?”

“You slept with him! You totally slept with him! Tell me everything, was he any good?”

Toph sits up in shock, “Dude! What the hell? No, I didn’t sleep with him, it wasn’t like that.”

“Where did you sleep then?”

“Uh… in his bed? But we didn’t do anything, it was just platonically sleeping next to each other.”

Katara crosses her arms and sits back into the couch watching Toph, looking for any signs that she may be lying. “If you guys didn’t have sex, then what did you do?”

“Er… he- uh. He read to me.”

“He read to you?! You don’t even let me read to you! That’s totally not fair,”

“Yeah, well, you know. Heat of the moment and everything,” she says with a wave of her hand and moves to put her earbuds back in.

“You like him.”

“What?” she asks, stopping just before she is able to push play.

“I said, ‘You like him’”

Toph lets out a snort and settles back into the couch, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Plopping down on the couch, practically smooshing Toph’s legs into the cushions, Katara’s face is pure giddy, “Oh my god, you totally do! You didn’t even deny it!”

Pushing Katara off, Toph gets up and makes her way to the kitchen, hoping that the conversation won’t continue. But, knowing her roommate, that’s not likely, “Come on, T., just admit it!”

“There’s nothing to admit,” her voice low and solid.

“Yes, there is! Come on! It’s not the end of the world? What’s so wrong about liking him?”

Toph opens the fridge and grabs one of her smoothies and leans back against the fridge, thinking about the conversation. Even if she does like him, it’s not like she is about to admit that, especially out loud.

“I’m not confirming or denying anything, Princess. We’re just two people that hung out last night who just so happen to have each other’s Names on their bodies. It’s fine,” she says, pushing off from the fridge and walking towards her room.

“Whatever! I know you Toph, and you can’t lie to me!” Katara calls out just as she is shutting the door to her room.

Dropping onto her bed with her head hanging over the side, she chews on her lips considering what Katara had just said. She goes over her feelings for just a moment and as soon as she starts feeling that fluttering in her chest, she rolls over onto her stomach and grabs her phone.

“Siri, call Aang.”

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Sitting on the sofa with his laptop in his lap, Aang attempts to work through some homework problems, but the motivation is just not there . His phone starts ringing, and honestly, it sounds like it’s under his butt, lodged into between the cushions.

He shoves a hand underneath him and feels around for the phone but isn’t able to get to it in time for the phone call. Looking at the screen, he sees that it’s Toph who was calling. He raises his eyebrows in confusion but swipes to call her back.

“Hey. You going to bring me some chinese?” is her immediate answer to the phone.

“Uh, no. Was not planning on it. I’m doing homework.” She lets out a very exaggerated groan at this.

“Just bring me some chinese and your computer and you can do your homework here.”

“No, I can’t.”

“And why not?”

Aang smiles slightly, “Because, knowing you, you’re going to talk nonstop and distract me from homework and then I won’t get anything done.”

“Please, you barely know me.”

“Am I wrong though?” She doesn’t answer immediately but instead, grumbles something out unintelligible.

“Fine, whatever.”

“What are you doing, though?”

“Well, I was listening to a book before Katara interrupted me with probing questions about our sex life,” she says nonchalantly. Aang chokes on air for a second before he realizes she’s kidding.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, “I didn’t realize we had a sex life.”

“Oh, but we do. Very kinky. Surprised we didn’t break the headboard,” she says, still pretending to be serious.

“Oh, yes, you are right. Very kinky and very lavish, exactly what we are.” He can hear her laugh through her nose which makes him smile. He loves her sense of humor, the dark and sometimes explicit things she says always keeps him on his toes.

“You want to go do something later? I hear that there is a silent movie playing at the theatre,” he asks.

“Ha-ha. Funny.”

“No, but seriously, there’s a movie that just came out that I want to go see, do you want to go?” He knows this is dangerous territory; going to the movies is a typical first date kind of move. She is silent for a moment, and he swears, he can hear her thinking through the phone.

“Yeah, sure. But, you’re buying.” A breath of relief escapes him and a tiny smile plays on his lips.

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“Now, I know that I missed some parts because of the whole not seeing thing, but that movie sucked.” They’re walking out of the theatre, the bag of popcorn is still clutched in Toph’s hand while her cane slides in front of her, occasionally tapping the concrete.

“Yeah, the trailer seemed so much better. Although, seeing Blake Lively in a bikini for most of the movie was pretty nice.”

Toph snorts and elbows him in the side, “Perv.” As they get settled into the car, her phone starts singing ‘ Holding Out For a Hero’ .

“Yell-o” she says in greeting, putting the call on speaker.

“I’m going to Zuko’s for the night, I left some dinner in the fridge for you,” Katara’s voice comes through the speaker.

“Ahhh, thanks, Mom. I’ll be sure to eat that."

“Where are you?”

“Aang and I went to a movie- which sucked by the way- but we’re on our way home now,” she says, shoving a handful of the popcorn in her mouth.

“Ohhh, you and Aang went on a date?” Katara says in a suggestive way.

“Hell no, I just didn’t want to go to the movie by myself,” Aang pipes up from the drivers side.

“Oh, shit. Am I on speaker phone? That’s my bad.”

Toph snorts a little and says through the popcorn, “Anyways, I’ll be home soon. I’ll make sure to lock the door so the big bad men don’t come and get me.”

“Alright, have a good night and make sure to use a condom!” Katara shouts before disconnecting the call.

Toph groans and drops the phone into her lap, “She’s so irritating.” Aang’s shoulders are shaking with laughter.

“I’m not going to lie, it’s kind of funny. You make jokes about it all the time, but the moment Katara says something about it, you’re all ‘She’s so annoying, why does she joke about it, it’s not even funny’,” Aang says in a high pitched voice trying to mimic Toph.

She lands a punch on his arm, “Whatever, I do not sound like that,” she says with a huff and crosses her arms over her chest.

A few hours later, they’re laying on her bed listening to some music and jumping from topic to topic about everything and nothing. Aang sits up slightly and turns on his side, resting on his elbow, “What’s it like being blind?”

Toph lets out a snort at the question, “What the hell do you mean ‘ what’s it like to be blind’? How am I supposed to answer that? What’s it like being able to see?”

He shrugs a little at her answer, “Yeah, but like, how did you learn to do stuff?”

“The same way you learned to do stuff, dipshit.”

He laughs at her abrasive answers, “Never mind, you’re not getting what I’m trying to say.”

Toph turns her head towards him, “Well, try and explain what you’re wanting to know better and maybe I’ll answer differently,” she challenges.

Huffing, he drops back down to the bed on his back, their shoulders just barely touching. “Okay, fine. I guess, what I’m trying to say is, Do you feel like you’re missing out on things because you’re blind?”

A thoughtful look passes over her as if she hadn’t ever actually considered the question, “I mean, not really. Although, lately, there are some things that I wish I could see. I don’t feel left out, if that’s what you mean. Everyone includes me in everything and they never mention my blindness so it doesn’t feel like it’s really an impairment. It’s just… somethings, I guess, would be nice to see.”

“What do you want to see?” His brows coming together in confusion. He never considered her wanting to see certain things but not care about others.

She takes a deep breath and turns her head so that her eyes are trained towards the ceiling, “Nothing, it doesn’t really matter.”

“No, come on! Tell me,” he asks, his voice low and coaxing, as if trying not to scare her off.

Toph purses her lips in thought and closes her eyes, and for a moment, he doesn’t think she is going to answer. “I’d like to see you,” her voice is low, barely even a whisper. The breath in Aang’s lungs is immediately stolen.

“Me?”

“Yeah,” her voice stronger now, more sure, “I’d like to see what my soulmate looks like, if you’re really as attractive as everyone says you are.”

Aang laughs lightly at her answer, he really was not expecting this. He turns his head to face her and looks at the slope of her nose, the freckles that dust across her cheeks, the beauty mark just under her jaw, her ink black hair.

“Here, sit up, let’s try something,” Reluctantly and with a groan, she sits up and turns to face him. He takes her hands in his, and slowly brings them up to his face and rests them on his cheeks.

“You really want me to feel out your face?” her eyebrow quirking slightly.

“Yeah, you can’t tell me you haven’t done this with other things.”

“I- I mean, uh yeah, I have. It’s just, this is a little personal, feeling someone else.”

Aang shifts closer to her until their knees are touching, “Well, have at it.”

Toph takes a deep breath and swallows visibly before her fingers slowly skirt over his skin, fingertips just barely touching him. He stays as still as he can while she maps out his face. She traces over his cheekbones, his jawline, the hair on his head. While one hand is, once again, tracing his cheekbone, her other hand slowly goes down his nose until it drops off at his lips.

She stops there for a moment, almost as if asking permission to touch his lips. She swallows again and feels along the bow of his top lip and the plumpness of his bottom. He smiles slightly at her, and she feels the creases of his cheeks as he does so.

Her fingertips linger just a second longer on his lips before moving down to his jaw and skimming over his throat and neck to the expanse of his shoulders. She feels how broad they are and how his collar bones are hard beneath his skin.

The whole time she is mapping out his face, Aang keeps a close eye on her own face, watching the small expressions that flicker across her face as she goes over the dips and edges of his face. When she came to his jaw line, her mouth quirked up in a small smirk, and since then, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes from her lips.

He is fascinated with how they move. She would occasionally bite the inside of her cheek which would shift them just slightly and his eyes tracked their every movement.

Neither of them realized how close they had leaned into the other until Toph dropped her hands from his shoulders, “Hey, Aang?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I try something?”

He doesn’t even answer her, but instead leans forward to push his lips against hers.

#taang shit #aang #atla #avatar the last airbender #taang #katara #toph x aang #aang x toph #zuko #fluff #love you guys

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i-just-love-spop · 4 years

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So.... apparently I’m taking requests now?

I will never get over the ending at this point anyway, and I haven’t felt this happy or motivated writing in years, so I might as well put that energy to good use.

Here’s an old prompt list that I wrote ages ago and that originally had absolutely nothing to do with Spop. Feel free to request any of these (or just send me scenarios/ideas that have nothing to do with the list):

1. “You hurt her, you die.”

2. “You were here when I thought there was nothing I had left.”

3. “I had another nightmare. You died again.”

4. “I don't want to lose you. I feel like I'm losing you.”

5. “I’m afraid of the dark.”

6. “Let’s never do that again.”

7. “The tea tastes weird.” “Might be because that's coffee.”

8. “There's something you're not telling me.”

9. “But I hate getting into trouble.”

10. “How did I get so lucky?”

11. “Everyone’s always leaving me…” “I’m not going anywhere.” “Promise?” “Promise.”

12. With her girlfriend sleeping on her chest, life really couldn't be that bad.

13. “…and then I got stuck.”

14. “I’m fine.”

15. “Do you want to dance?” “I’m already dancing.” “No. Yeah. I meant... with me.”

16. “...This is a one time thing, got it?”

17. “Take your shirt off.” “...what?” “You heard me the first time.”

18. “You have to marry my brother. Immediately.”

19. “Urgh, you guys are sooo annoying.” “Sweetie, listen, he’s taking after you!”

20. “They grow up so fast.”

21. “They attracted trouble like magnets. Maybe that was how they’d found each other.”

22. “You’re so close to me, but I feel like we’ve never been further away from each other.”

23. “Love is either beautiful or it hurts like hell. Sometimes it's even both.”

24. “Oh my stars, you're in love with her! ...actually, now that I think about it, that explains a lot.”

25. Death was... different than she had imagined it would be.

Pronouns will be changed accordingly. Feel free to use the prompts yourself if you want to.

Ships I will write for: Catradora, Glimbow, Seamista and Scorfuma for now. Might add more later if I get more confident about my ability to get into certain characters’ heads.

Other than that, I’m pretty much up for all platonic relationships and everything from AUs to stories with the characters as children to kidfics (~she said, like some of these prompts aren’t definitely meant to be kidfics).

Rules: -If you request something, I‘d appreciate it if you could at least write a one sentence review when I post it because I want to know if you liked it or not.

-Request either by commenting or DM-ing me. Or as ask if you want to. Feel free to add ideas/scenarios to the prompts when it comes to what you want to see.

-You can suggest multiple prompts, but not more than four at max.

-I’d prefer to write at least one story for each ship.

-I will not write smut. I’m cool with hinting at it, but I can’t write it.

-I might take multiple requests for the same prompt.

All of these will be one shots. The length will vary and the order I’m writing them in depends on what I’m most inspired for.

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