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muffinlance · 1 year
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Zuko, banished, no crew, no uncle, no quest for the avatar. Says "fuck this" aka, if I can get back to caldera maybe I can convince my dad to take me back. Horribly wounded thirteen year old finds dragons, starts a civil war by accident
Zuko didn’t think he was still delirious. The Sun Warrior’s healer hadn’t wanted him to leave yet, but—
But he’s standing here, back in the throne room, and the room is set up again for another war meeting so maybe he should have waited before coming in. But the guards hadn’t even asked him—or anyone inside—before they’d thrown the double doors open, so. He’d thought father wasn’t busy.
The general he thought he was going to fight at the Agni Kai is here, and so are all the others, even uncle. And father, at the head of the table, standing.
Father is the only one standing. Everyone else is... They’re kneeling. 
When he’d come back to the palace, the servants in the courtyard he’d landed in had hurried to open the doors for him, all the way here. And the guards had let him in. And now the whole room is kneeling except for father who—
He doesn’t look like he did on the Agni Kai field. Father had been… he’d been so calm, then. He’d been doing what he had to do, to instruct Zuko, to correct him. 
Now he just looks angry. 
So. So Zuko is screwing this up, too. He practiced his speech the whole way home, it was a good speech, he’d based it on the one the Stone Prince made to his father the Mountain Emperor when he’d come home to beg forgiveness, bringing the treasures of the Ice Spirit with him as tribute. But Zuko doesn’t remember how he was going to start. And the flames behind father are getting higher, and hotter, and Zuko is okay now with flames that flicker with purples and golds and greens, but red flame is—
It’s so hot against his face—
“Father,” he croaks. “Father, I’ve returned. With dragons.” 
He is so, so stupid. Ran and Shaw have flanked him from the courtyard, have wound through hallways paralleling his path, are snaking between the pillars of the room until coils of red and blue dwarf everything here. Ran breathes her own flames out, and the fires before the throne shift from Ozai’s reds to the shimmering rainbow-sparks of dragonfire.
“A sign from Agni,” Uncle Iroh says. He’s bowed like the rest, but Zuko can see his eyes, and there’s the same glimmer there that father and Azula get before they do something Zuko should have seen coming.
“You dare,” father says, and Zuko isn’t sure if it’s him or uncle he’s talking to. But when he takes a step forward it’s towards Zuko and when he raises a fist it’s towards Zuko and when he makes the fire it’s towards Zuko and—
(And Zuko cowered the first time the dragons tried to show him their flames. It was all around him, swirling, and he hit his knees and shoved his face against his arms because he’d learned better than to look up. 
The fire stopped, and a whiskered nose nudged him, and then there was a huge scaly coil loosely wound around him until he was done crying, so at least the Sun Warriors below hadn’t seen how pathetic he was.
After that, it was… they made it a game. Little puffs of flames, the kind of sparks he used to make to keep Azula from getting fussy in her crib, until she was old enough to climb out and go exploring with him instead. 
He flinched at first, a lot, but they didn’t hurt. Didn’t even hit him. And then it really was a game, where he would spin their colors in with his own flames, and send them back, and they’d keep playing as the flames got bigger and bigger but somehow they never got scary again. 
When he’d stopped flinching at all, when he wasn’t a coward around his own element, he knew he was ready to return home. Grandfather had once welcomed uncle home with honors for killing dragons. So father would accept his apologies if he brought home two live dragons, right? Making friends with dragons had to be harder than killing them.)
Father’s flames were… they were just red. Zuko didn’t realize what he was doing until the war ministers were gasping. By then he was already spinning father’s flames with his own, mixing in all the colors father’s had lacked, and.
And sending them back.
(Batting fire around with dragons had not given Zuko a realistic grasp on the heat tolerance of the average abusive father.)
Uncle was not the first to bow, when Zuko had first entered. This time, he is.
“Fire Lord Zuko,” he says.
The war ministers are not prepared to countermand the Dragon of the West. Or literal dragons. They never left their knees, and they don’t start now. Foreheads touch the ground.
Zuko… Fire Lord Zuko’s first order is to take his father to the healers. He’ll let him stay there, longer than Ozai let Zuko.
(You can read this and other prompts at AO3. And longer stories, too. <3)
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ickypuppi3 · 1 year
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be mine.
billy sighs. rests his forehead against the cool metal of his locker. tries to ignore the hum of people talking around him. holding hands. cuddling. it’s a shitty day. it’s a shitty day and billy knew it was going to be a shitty day before it even started.
he knew because he had been the one to say it. yesterday. to tell steve that they’re not- that billy doesn’t need to be treated like a fucking girl. that they’re just screwing around. that he doesn’t give a shit if steve wants to fuck someone else today.
that steve might as well go crawling back to wheeler because billy sure as shit can’t hold his hand or call him sweetheart in the hallways. that he gets enough heat at home without the whole of hawkins high knowing how much of a queer billy hargrove is.
and then billy had walked off. slammed the door behind him and gone home. had picked a fight with neil just to top it off.
all because he was scared.
is scared. scared of steve harrington with his preppy fuckin’ polos and dumb hair. his pretty eyes and pretty smile and ability to tilt billy’s world on its axis just by looking at him. scared that steve will get bored of him. that he’ll realise billy isn’t worth the effort.
scared.
billy sighs again. shuffles back slightly and glares down as he twists the lock. the door swings open and billy is halfway to grabbing the book he needs when something falls out. a scrap of paper. no bigger than the palm of his hand. a note.
it lands on billy’s boot.
he looks around. wonders who had felt brave enough- dumb enough to shove a note through billy’s locker on a day like today. he bends down. picks it up. reads the words in front of him.
quarry, 9.
there’s a little heart scribbled on the top right hand corner. billy traces the familiar writing with a thumb. feels that all too familiar feeling in his chest. he clenches his fist. hears the crinkle of paper as he does.
then he looks up again. into his locker. really looks, this time.
a pack of marlboro reds lay on top of his books. unopened. new.
next to those, something smaller. candy, billy realises. a sweetheart, specifically. the words kiss me etched in pink.
billy smiles. can’t help it, really. it’s restrained. barely there. just a small twitch of his lips but a smile nonetheless. his first smile of the day. credit to steve fuckin’ harrington and his inability to leave well alone.
billy smooths the note out. places it next to the reds. next to the heart. tries to tamp down on the butterflies swarming in his chest. he takes a deep breath before stuffing the cigarettes and note into his pocket.
his hand hovers over the sweetheart.
“hey.”
billy pulls his hand back. fast. as if he’d been burned. he looks to his left. locks eyes with the boy now standing next to him. feels his heart stutter. “hey.”
steve gives him a knowing smile. “good day?”
“no.” billy frowns. you already knew that. “pretty shitty actually.”
steve leans. folds his arms. “that bad, huh?”
better now that you’re here. billy swallows. turns away from steve. back to his locker. “did you want something, harrington?”
“nah, just..” steve smirks. reaches out. billy feels his breath hitch. steve’s smile gets wider. he flicks billy’s earring. once. before turning on his heel with a see you around thrown billy’s way.
a promise. something deeper to them but. casual. friendly to anyone watching.
billy watches him leave. wonders if steve might be okay with them having to do things differently. wonders if this might be enough for steve. for them. wonders if he could be enough for steve. hopes-
billy jumps when the bell rings.
-
they meet up later. at the quarry like steve had said. neil under the assumption that billy’s seeing some girl. steve’s parents likely thinking the same.
billy feels as though a weight has been lifted as soon him and steve tumble into the back of the beemer. all cold hands and fumbling with belts. awkward limbs and steamed up windows. and billy lets it happen. lets himself be held. lets steve be sweet to him.
billy lets it happen. finds himself thinking that today might not be all bad. and that he might be more than a little bit in love with steve harrington. he pushes the second thought down. focuses on winding a hand into steve’s hair and sucking a mark into the soft skin just below his jaw, instead.
not all bad.
-
later finds them huddled under a blanket in the back of steve's beemer. sharing a cigarette. marlboro. red. steve nudges billy after a few minutes. doesn't say anything just. nudges him. billy tilts his head to the side. gives steve a look. steve just looks down as his hand finds billy's under the blanket.
then he presses something small into the palm of billy’s hand.
billy raises an eyebrow in question but steve’s already looking away. staring out into the night. cigarette glowing in the dark. billy rolls his eyes. wiggles his arm free and holds the object up to the window to get a better look.
be mine.
he laughs. loudly. tries to hide the racing of his heart. calls steve a fuckin' cheese. and a sweetheart. waits until steve turns to face him again before pressing the candy to steve's lips and pulling him in to exchange kisses that are almost too soft. too sweet for whatever this is. whatever they agreed for this to be.
steve pulls back first. whispers against billy’s lips “hey, baby?”
“yeah?”
“happy valentine’s day.”
“…yeah.”
almost.
steve grins and reaches out to play with one of billy’s curls. billy laces their fingers together under the blanket.
or maybe it’s just right.
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samuelroukin · 4 months
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elections next week and like 16 parties of which only 2 are truly left. one of which half imploded because of infighting and racism and the other mostly cares about climate and animals but is easily swayed on social and economic fronts like cool 👍
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legendarceus · 9 months
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dawn / akari in my volo is cynthia - cyllene is cyrus au (except not her hisui design yet)
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i hate coloring thinfs 🙁
anyways here she is !!! she puts old people through emotional distress without realizing it she’s great. i love her
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I saw another post about the Zepotha thing on tiktok and I wanted to throw in my two cents.
At first I was confused why everyone was just saying the same thing and then I was mad when I found out that it was supposed to be a joke about a fake movie or tv show or whatever the fuck.
It reminded me of Goncharov and how differently tumblr users handled that trend.
I think the thing that makes me so mad about the tiktok trend is that it’s so unoriginal and so unfunny it’s actually infuriating. Especially when the creator of the tiktok thats receiving comments like this also doesn’t understand what’s going on. Every other week there’s a new trend on tiktok of a bunch of people spam commenting some random “inside joke” phrase and they think it makes them cool. And when someone kindly explains that zepotha isn’t a real thing they get all defensive and nasty.
What would be cool and funny is if the fandom or the creator has an inside joke or a phrase that the fans say or comment because then everyone is in on it and it’s like a community thing. Like commenting some random comment on some random tiktok isn’t funny.
The thing about goncharov that made it so great was that EVERYONE was in on the joke (on tumblr anyway). Everyone could participate. Everyone was adding their ideas. It was collaborative and it was fun and everyone was right.
Commenting “you look like _____ from zepotha” on every tiktok you see and then refusing to include people in on the joke isn’t funny and it’s not cool.
Like I don’t want this to seem like I hate it when people have fun or I hate trends or whatever. Because I don’t. I literally don’t care what you do for fun and I love trends. But you don’t have to be mean about it when someone is trying to understand/learn more. If your version of fun is telling this inside joke and then actively excluding other people and getting upset when someone explains the joke I think you need to reevaluate.
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irisbleufic · 2 months
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Oh no. Not this, not now. You are the last word-bound world I needed to wake from dreaming. Why do I even bother trying to shrug off the quicksilver jolt, the scorching down my spine. You lost too much in the years I turned away; you know all it takes is showing me the cost.
I’ll try my best to tell it in glimpses, in snatches. It will not be the same. I was dying when I gave you that last labored push, all my nights as I spiraled into the sickness, that weary, pain-spiked haze.
(But there’s a catch, isn’t there. I lived.)
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exopelagic · 2 months
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honk shoo.
#but yeah sleepy.#i have so much to do these next few days I’m gonna die#meanwhile I just wanna see my friends#the good thing is that some of the busy things involve seeing my friends but goddamn why are almost all of them hard#also YES I’m going to be dumb and gay again bc a) why shouldn’t I b) nobody can stop me#I’m being dumb and gay again.#now seen The Guy twice since I’ve been back and he’s very cool#still feel like I’m being insane god idk what I’m doing#I hope he comes tomorrow bc he can’t make the meeting which means he won’t be on committee which sucks bc he did want to#OH but I did mean to tell him there was one role he could go for and have a good shot at that I think he’d be good for#only problem is if he doesn’t come tomorrow I can’t tell him in time bc I don’t have any way to message him other than email#(which feels slightly creepy bc I only know it bc secretary and he’s never explicitly said his surname so it’s just inferred from the list)#idk. the thing that gets me is we are very much friends now. like early stages of friends but we keep talking at hockey#and importantly he keeps coming To Me which keeps surprising me bc he does it more than any of my other friends#but I guess I’m also coming to him kinda a lot too. self awareness falls when around cute boy you get how it is#god it’s so unfair why is he like this#I finished getting my skates off before he did yesterday which gave me a very good opportunity to Look while he was talking#and have it not be weird and he’s just very pretty. he’s got a rlly nice nose#i always feel insane pointing out noses it’s the Draw speaking bc I use noses as a focal point and they’re fun to draw#tbh it’s unlikely I will say someone does Not have a nice nose but idk let me have this. it would be fun to draw is maybe what I mean#and I hadn’t noticed before bc the like bridge? and uhh like. base? idk nose words but they don’t match#the bridge is super long and on the thin side w a bump like mine but the like bottom is much rounder and wider and I don’t see that mix much#he also just has rlly nice hair it’s super curly and he’s in that like weird light brown purgatory where it’s all different colours#like it’s mostly light brown but some bits look rlly dark and some especially at the ends is like almost blonde and it changes w the light#god he also keeps doing this dumb fucking thing where he’s trying to skate while squatting all the way and it’s ridiculous#he looks like a spider folding in on itself and the worst part is he can fucking do it#he’s gotten so good at skating recently and I have a feeling he lives somewhere with an ice rink bc I’m sure he’s better than he was novembr#yeah I also got to just stand and watch him play yesterday and it’s so incredibly horribly unfair#anyway I’m too fucking gay and I will not let him escape me again tomorrow I Will get his instagram or smth bc I swear this man#luke.txt
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tothesolarium · 3 months
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Staying focused is so hard. I wanna polish up the story to help me figure out the way into the next few chapters but then I get like- a third or a chapter edited and wanna go back to drawing fhdhdh
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avtvmnalvibes · 2 years
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*looks at The Collector* I can fix him (maternal)
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thecureismycure · 8 months
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#i don’t really talk to people about things because i always starry fights when i try and express my feelings#the thing is everyone always seems to try and tell me i’m wrong and that things will be okay or that i’m doing well or it’s not my fault#(always as in the times i tried to talk to my parents when i was like 8 about the fucking existential dread and weight of the world)#(and of course the 0.2 conversations i’ve had in the last 4 years where i try to explain i cant do things and im told im looking for prais#e)#my girlfriend has been trying to get me to talk to her and i’m trying it’s just not working that well#it’s just that talking about it won’t make me feel better (and icould very easily make it worse)#like if i say i’m never going to be happy someone will try convince me otherwise#but like#this wouldn’t be a problem if i didn’t believe it#just telling me i’m wrong doesn’t convince me#i’ve been thinking about this stuff for a very long time if i’m talking to you about it and i just KNOW#if i then try and say that it comes across as argumentative and shit hits the fan#if i don’t then i just feel empty#people don’t understand that they can’t help me because i already know what i think is true#so basically#if i talk about stuff#all of a sudden people know what i’m thinking (bad) might be worried about it (bad) and i won’t feel any different (neutral to bad)#like it’s just not gonna work for me#the options are i don’t feel better/they feel worse/we have a fight#doesn’t make sense
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prettyboysmlm · 10 months
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ughhh mistakes have been made :(((((
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pepprs · 2 years
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ok so i have spent basically the whole day apartment searching. in conclusion i don’t think i can live in an apartment 👍🏻💕
#purrs#im SO fucking limited by being unable to drive and everything within walking / shuttle distance of campus has bad reviews and everything#farther away is too expensive which is fine bc i need roomies anyway probably but i can’t ask someone to be my roommate and my carpool like#that would be so complicated to find. also i CAN. NOT. deal with roaches or bugs or like any of that. i can’t. that and mold and sound#issues are my biggest thigns and i can’t do that like we already have 2/3 here LMFAOOOO so yeah. so i think im better off trying to see if a#anyone living in the neighborhoods around campus are leasing a room or something but then i probably won’t get my own bathroom or kitchen w#which is fine but like it would be awkward if im living in a room and then sharing that room with ppl who actually permanently live in that#house. idk. this is so fucking stressful and i won’t make enough money and i can’t fucking drive which is my biggest problem bc i could#split costs w roommates and suck it up to share a kitchen and bathroom again as lo ng as i have my own bedroom. but i can’t do a 2 star#apartment LOL. i wish i could’ve just stayed where i was living on campus like it wasn’t perfect and the walls were thin but it was clean an#and there were hardly any bugs and it was right on campus and so convenient and everything nearby is so shitty. i fucking hate this#also i don’t even have a credit card yet and i need to have a credit score to apply for some of this stuff and im like 😃🔫
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almondmilknosugar · 1 year
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I‘m sorry I have to
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makialene · 1 year
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I have a physics project due at 8 am tomorrow. I’ve done maybe half of it. It was assigned two weeks ago.
This is fine.
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rosicheeks · 2 years
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Hi yes I will pay for a room and food for a night and help you fuck a girl for the first time. Let me help you. Money won’t be problem. How can we make it happen soon?
🫣😂
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asras-alnazar · 2 years
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my new kitten, Apollo, is just too fucking cute 🥺 I love him so much already
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