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i saw your tags on that post, can you tell me about the homestuck quadrants? i was hugely into homestuck like 10 years ago but i’ve forgotten almost everything. i want to remember the ancient ways

* cracks knuckles >:) *

Matesprit ❤️ is easy, its just what humans see as romance and true love etc. One of the two reproductive quadrants, yadda yadda you get it.

Examples: - Morticia <3 Gomez - Ruby <3 Sapphire - Darcy <3 Elizabeth, with arguably some grey/black romance thru the story but thats what makes it so enduring

Moirails ♦️ is my personal favorite quadrant and is fairly straightforward, tho the canon definition is different from fanon. In fanon, its interpreted basically as best friends/queerplatonic, which, yeah, can and usually does happen with that proximity and thats why I love it, but in canon its more a power balance to prevent violence and death, typically with one figure reining back a more chaotic one. When applying to humans and other fandoms tho its better to lean toward the slightly fanon interpretation since Alternia's violent culture is so different from ours.

Examples: - Nepeta <> Equius - Aziraphale <> Crowley (obvi the situation is changing but lets leave this here) - Dean <> Castiel (obvi i'm team matesprit but canonically they belong here up til cas declares his love) - Joel <> Ellie (this is a strictly platonic quadrant dw) - Caleb <> Nott/Veth (I want to shake liam and sam so bad and explain that the relationship they were looking for was right here and they didnt have to awkwardly choose between romance and friendship)

Auspictice ♣️is the one everyone gets wrong and drives me the most insane. It's a tricky and very specific balancing dynamic thats hard to find, except maybe on the CW. Canonically, its a group of three people, two (left and right leaves) want to outright kill each other. This does not make them kismesis, I cannot stress that enough, kismesis don't want each other dead, but we'll get there in a sec. The third person is meant to prevent them from killing each other, being the mediator. Its rare for this dynamic to not be outright toxic, esp in human examples, but its a healthy option on Alternia to prevent unnecessary murder. I think this dynamic is meant to be temporary tho, even in that culture, as it weighs on the mediator a lot.

Examples: - Eridan <3< Sollux ^ Feferi, unfortunately unsuccessful showing how difficult and straining this relationship type is (also everyone who said eridan and sollux were kismesis owes me $5, I'll become a millionaire instantly) - Edward <3< Jacob ^ Bella - Pearl <3< Greg ^ Steven, a happy ending example of an auspictice (ignore the ptsd)

Kismesis ♠️is. man where do I begin. its so good. its such a fun dynamic, especially when you have a pairing that gets it just right. Kismesis is perfect enemies, arch-rivals that share a mutual respect and drive each other to improve themselves to better outwit their opponent. Its when a captain sees one of their ships on fire and smiles, knowing just who did it. Its tipping your opponents head up by the tip of a sword. Its the bad guy showing up at your doorstep because theres no one else they trust more than their greatest nemesis. Its the other reproductive quadrant because its just as deep and passionate as true love, and it can in fact switch between love and hate very easily and often.

Examples: - Quark <3< Odo (imo the BEST non-homestuck example) - Batman <3< Joker (friend hates when i say this but i'm right, esp with lego batman) - Xavier <3< Magneto - Light <3< L - God <3< Satan, why not lmao

I wish homestuck was seen as less cringe bc the quadrants are SOOO FUN to apply to ships and dynamics in other fandoms and contexts. At the same time, people get the quadrants wrong constantly, especially between kismesis and auspictice. And the quadrants aren't static, you don't have to lock a ship in just one forever! feelings change and very easily turn from black to red to black again, its all so complicated and fun to watch.

Hope all this makes sense lmao, thanks for the ask!

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ellesliterarycorner · 2 years

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Writing Dialogue

Ah, writing dialogue. I don’t mind writing dialogue even though I’m definitely more of a description kind of girl. But, I do love the way that dialogue can really reveal characterization and the relationships between characters which is always my favorite thing about a story. Personally, I feel like writers fall into two groups: people who absolutely love writing dialogue and fill their stories to the brim with meaningless conversation and people who would rather die than write a single conversation. It’s a coin toss. But, most writers understand that you really can’t just have a story full of exposition and description and dialogue serves a very necessary purpose in the story. With all the expectations to write memorable sentences and snappy one-liners your future fandom will definitely put on a shirt, writing dialogue can be really hard. Worry not, here are a few tips to help you out!

Let’s Skip the Small Talk

It’s a popular saying that dialogue in books should be realistic and mirror real life conversation. Yes, that’s true, but we really don’t need all of the fluff and extraneous stuff that we say in real life. A lot of times, in real life, people will talk just to talk. They’ll just say things, and that shouldn’t necessarily be the case for your story. In my opinion, it’s more important to make sure that every line adds something to the story rather than it being excessively realistic. More often than not, a character saying, “Hey, Elle! Long time no see! How are you doing?” Unless, there’s a secret meaning behind those words, they really don’t add anything to the story, and it’s almost implied that things like that are said at the beginning of conversations. Your readers probably don’t want to sit there while your characters exchange pleasantries, and you could write something as simple as ‘they greeted each other’ which covers all of that much more cleanly, so you can skip ahead to the actual meat of the conversation.

Said is Not Dead

The amount of times I have had a teacher say that said is dead. In seventh grade, one of my teachers, literally held a funeral for the word said with a cute little tombstone and everything. Anyway, said gets a terrible rap for being extremely overused and boring as dialogue tag, but the thing is, a lot of the time readers don’t really notice dialogue tags. It’s one of those things that our brains kind of auto fill-in for us because we’re more focused on what the characters are actually saying, as we should be. What readers do notice, is when you use a bunch of kind of pretentious sounding words like ‘urged’ ‘cautioned’ ‘exclaimed’ and ‘gushed.’ I promise that 9 times out of 10 those draw far more attention than simply saying said. And if its conversation between two people where you can clearly establish who’s talking, dialogue tags may not even be necessary. Personally I stick with ‘said’, ‘whispered’ and ‘murmured’ as my go to dialogue tags. But, like i said earlier, even in larger conversations I don’t always use dialogue tasks. Here’s an example:

Sabra skipped over to Sir Garrington. “Tell me the story of you ended the Queen’s War again.”

Boom, the reader should know who’s talking, and a dialogue tag wasn’t necessary for it.

One Speaker = One Paragraph

For the love of all things good on this planet please follow this rule. We all have a story of reading a Wattpad story where the author decided not to use any punctuation or paragraphs, and that is quite annoying for obvious reasons. I don’t know why, but like I feel lately like authors now think it’s trendy to have multiple characters speak in one paragraph, and I am so not okay with that. This is probably the one writing rule that I am an absolute stickler for: Every time someone speaks, you create a new paragraph. Yes, even if that character literally only says a singular word they get new paragraphs. But, Elle, you say, it’s so annoying if a character only says one word to make a new paragraph. Yes, dear readers, I know. The annoyingness of having to create a new character should prevent you from having your characters saying completely unnecessary things. Not creating a new paragraph every time a new character talks will only confuse the reader and make them annoyed with your story.

All Things in Moderation

Every character in your story should have a unique way of speaking. Doing this gives your characters more personality and distinguishes them to the readers. Some people may talk very smoothly and use super flowery sentence while some people are super direct and straight to the point. A character with a college education will probably speak differently from someone who didn’t finish High School. It’s a great way to deliver characterization in a relatively easy way. Some authors do this by giving character’s a little catchphrase, just like Jay Gatsby calls people ‘old sport’ in the Great Gatsby. But, I say all things in moderation, because some authors overdo this to the extreme. Gatsby doesn’t say old sport in every single sentence that he speaks. He says it quite a lot, but I don’t think he says it every single time he opens his mouth. That would be incredibly annoying. If you do give your character a cool, catchy catchphrase, don’t ruin it by having them completely overuse it.

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imagine-loki · 4 years

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Hiding in Plain Sight

TITLE: Hiding in Plain Sight CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Five AUTHOR: wolfpawn ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

Imagine coming from a line of nobility or royalty and being in an arranged marriage with Loki in an attempt to strengthen your kingdom / alliance with Asgard. You’re not entirely on board with the idea but figured that the best you could do was to get to know your fiancé.

You form an agreement with Frigga for you to pose as Loki’s personal servant for a few months so you can get to know who Loki really is – beyond the veil of his responsibility to the Asgardian throne, behind all the masks he wears when facing the public, to really know who Loki is behind closed doors as you slowly fall for each other.

How long will you keep up the ruse with the God of Lies?

RATING: General Audience

Raven could feel her heart pounding in her ears as Thor looked at her. He glanced at Loki for a moment who seemed to be studying him, curious as to why he was reacting as he was. “Looks like your soon-to-be wife isn’t the only Light Elf you need to get used to seeing.” Thor scoffed. “Like I was saying, I will deal with my situation when it comes to pass, you deal with yours now as it does.” “Get stuffed.” Loki snarled moving to the side to allow Raven passed him which she did in case Thor would say anything. “And don’t go sniffing around my maid. I don’t know why you seem so interested as you never thought them overly interesting as a race but you can cease such thoughts now.”

“I never even considered such but now that you mention it, she is quite pretty, don’t you think?”

Loki’s response to his brother was to slam the door with his seidr into his face. He walked through the room and to the bathroom where he had watched Raven go out of the side of his eye after she had entered his rooms. “Branna, I...what in the realms are you doing?”

“Cleaning a wound I obtained when you threw an Aesir war prince onto me.”

“In my defence, I did not know you were there.” Loki winced on seeing the deep cut on her forearm. “I apologise but how is it so deep?” he walked over to one of the cabinets and got out a salve he used on occasion. “It was a smooth floor.” “The floor is gold plated, so yes, that was smooth. The armour plating on the behemoth of an Aesir you threw onto me was not.”

Loki grimaced. “I guess I owe you another apology then?”

“I’ll put it on your tab.”

Loki paused and looked at her startled, surprised to see a playful smirk on her face that caused him to chuckle. “You have a sense of humour?” “Most elves do. You’d know that if you stopped assuming our demeanours based on some unfounded preconceived notion.”

“Your vernacular exceeds that of most women of court.”

“It is expected on Alfheim that you are able to converse with your employer on a multitude of subjects so you must be well learned and you must be able to hold a decent conversation with them. Allspeak is also required in case they have guests from the other realms, it’s common practise really.” Every word she spoke was the truth by Ljósáfar standard.

“That’s a wise decision. Intelligent servants are not overly common here, ones you can converse with are even less so.”

“‘Pay peanuts and you get monkeys’ as the saying goes.” She cleaned the wound and applied the salve. “That looks better. Hopefully, if I ever marry, he won’t think me mutilated by it.”

Loki scoffed slightly. “He would want to have peculiar standards as to what is mutilated. But that statement on the monkeys?” “I spoke to a Vanir before who spent time on Midgard, it is a saying there. It translates to ‘if you pay badly, only the least qualified will apply’. Alfheim pays well and expects a lot for the money paid.”

“If it is so great, why come here? You stated to my mother you are homesick. You clearly are not overly pleased with your position, so why come?”

“My father wished for me to experience life elsewhere so I ended up here. My choice was made for me so I am making the best of it. It just so happened that my being in a certain place at a certain time meant I was chosen to cover for Tatiana. I guess the Allmother felt a maid with Ljósláfar training would suit you best in her stead.” Raven suggested. “Either that or she is trying to teach you humility before you break a young princess’s confidence or heart.”

“Her heart?” Loki thought that an odd thing to say. “She does not know me to have her heart broken by me?” “We can break a person’s heart without it being from love, you know?” Raven scoffed but Loki looked at her bewildered by such words. “She could come here thinking that she has the potential not even for the love of her life but of a life with happiness nonetheless. A husband that could converse with her at length about politics or even a man with hobbies similar to her own who she could find contentment with. Were she to come and see nothing short of contempt, then that would be acknowledging she could never even have that much. So many arranged marriages turn to caring but what I experienced here today, perhaps your mother wished to straighten out your behaviour in advance, the only issue being I am the one forced to endure it.”

Loki remained stoically in place for a moment thinking of what she said. “Could she have?” “Could she what?”

“My mother?”

“I cannot tell, she never told me anything only that I was to temporarily replace your other maid. No timeframe, no other information.”

“And the Princess, would she really…?” Raven cocked her head. “Earlier, you stated that she would wish to know if I had someone because she…”

“If you think that you alone have the right to other partners, then that is ridiculous.”

“But if she was to have another’s child as my wife…?”

“Well, good thing you’re not scheduled to become king.” Raven retorted before walking out of the bathing room and into the front area of Loki’s rooms and continued her earlier duties that she had abandoned in her anger.

“That is unacceptable.” Loki followed after her.

“So is having a mistress in this era.” Raven challenged.

“You are very angry about a subject that does not concern you personally.” Loki folded his arms and watched her carefully.

“I cannot stomach double standards.”

“You’re very opinionated for a woman of your position. I can’t see how many in a position of employment would see it as acceptable.”

“Do you find it acceptable?” “I find silent women unsettling. Your gender is as varied in personality as us men meaning there is no reason a woman should be forced to be silent when we commend men for speaking freely.” Loki stated. “I find my mother to be more intelligent than any man, I would be a hypocrite and a fool to think her the only possible intelligent woman.”

“My father always told me I should be more coy and quiet. That my attitude and sarcasm would get me in trouble.”

“That was solid advice.”

“But I cannot remain silent when I see injustice. I would rather be whipped and caned in a stock for speaking out than live in luxury for remaining silent.”

“That is a bold statement.” Loki could not help but be impressed by her conviction. “But if you believe so greatly in such, why did you not reveal the truth to my mother?”

“I don’t know, if I am honest. I ask myself the same thing.”

“Well, thank you all the same.”

“It remains to be seen if that is a good idea.” She turned away from him and started to do more chores. In truth, having a moment to look at him and study features, Raven was startled at just how handsome he was. Aesir men tended to be burly and stocky but he was elegant and lithe. She had, of course, seen him on her arrival to the room but being in close proximity to him and studying him, she could not deny that he was incredibly attractive, distractingly so.

She forced herself to concentrate on the work and not the arrogant yet handsome prince. For the rest of the evening, she did everything she needed to do for him. More than once she found herself confused as to what something in front of her was. It was not always easy but she was able to do what needed doing without looking as though she had no idea of what she was doing. Loki was busy dealing with different matters both in and out of his rooms. With him gone for the evening, Raven took her leave and went back to her rooms as quickly as she could muster through the labyrinth of servants stairs that hid in the walls of the great golden palace. On occasion, she saw another servant or maid who nodded in salute as they went about their own business and even once came across two youths of higher families hiding in an alcove kissing which caused her to smile and shake her head, remembering when she was that age and also her first kiss. It was a far more innocent time in her life when she knew nothing of the complexed world of politics that included arranged political marriages. It was in the corridor of rooms that housed royal servants that she realised that there was a maid donning a red belt standing outside her door. “Hello?”

The maid turned to look at her with a polite smile on her face at seeing the Light Elf behind her. “Oh, thank goodness. I didn’t want to come back without you.”

“Come back?” Raven looked at the maid in concern.

“Prince Thor asked that I retrieve you and bring you to his rooms to speak for a few moments,” The maid explained.

“I…” Raven became worried but also knew that to refuse would arouse suspicion. “Can I just change my shoes, these ones are killing me?”

The maid looked down and grimace. “I hated wearing them. Definitely change. Prince Thor said he didn’t care if I came barefoot so long as I was comfortable when he saw me with them one day and bleeding blisters. He won’t mind.”

Raven smiled at hearing the Aesir Crowned Prince had a heart. Odin was known to be a stickler for tradition but it was clear, some traditions were not overly comfortable for those having to adhere to them so for Thor to allow his maid to wear what appeared to be Midgardian sports shoes instead told her that he had some heart. “One moment.”

She rushed into the room and groaned. She knew what was to come, or at least, the general aspect of what was to come so she prepared herself. When she changed her shows to light comfortable ones, she walked out to meet the maid again who walked her to Thor’s rooms. Raven was frightened that they would walk through the hallway and be spotted by Loki who she knew would be less than pleased to see her going to Thor’s room but instead, when the maid, who remained silent and nameless throughout opened the door at the top of the stairwell, it led directly to Thor’s living area. Slightly startled, Raven looked around curiously.

“Your Highness.” The maid bowed as she spoke causing Raven to focus of the burly blonde figure in front of her across the room. “Loki’s maid, as you requested.”

“Thank you, Hannah.” Thor gave a polite smile to his maid. “You can have the rest of the evening to yourself.”

The maid frowned. “But your nightcap?”

“I am forgoing it for this evening, I don’t plan to be here.”

“Of course, your highness. Have a pleasant evening and thank you.” She bowed again before nodding slightly to Raven and walking to the hidden door to the servants quarters again.

For a moment after the maid left, Thor and Raven stood looking at one another analytically as though expecting the other to begin speaking first.

“What is afoot here?” Thor asked. “The last time I saw the Light Elf princess was four hundred years ago on Vanaheim, she was not yet grown into many of her features but they were distinctive, you have them all, but in proportion. Her name is Raven, you are apparently Branna, the Dark Elf version of the name. I know many people think I am somewhat dim but I am anything but.” Thor stood as tall as he could. “What is afoot? Why are you, a princess who I know for a fact is not allowed to so much as sew because you had that argument with your mother in front of your brother and myself going around scrubbing my brother’s rooms when you are to marry him in a short time?”

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wolfpawn · 4 years

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Hiding in Plain Sight, Chapter 5

Story Summary - Imagine coming from a line of nobility or royalty and being in an arranged marriage with Loki in an attempt to strengthen your kingdom / alliance with Asgard. You’re not entirely on board with the idea but figured that the best you could do was to get to know your fiancé. You form an agreement with Frigga for you to pose as Loki’s personal servant for a few months so you can get to know who Loki really is – beyond the veil of his responsibility to the Asgardian throne, behind all the masks he wears when facing the public, to really know who Loki is behind closed doors as you slowly fall for each other. How long will you keep up the ruse with the God of Lies?

Chapter Summary - Loki tries to set things straight with Raven but then Thor is thrown into the mix.

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“I never even considered such but now that you mention it, she is quite pretty, don’t you think?”

“Cleaning a wound I obtained when you threw an Aesir war prince onto me.”

Loki grimaced. “I guess I owe you another apology then?”

“I’ll put it on your tab.”

“Your vernacular exceeds that of most women of court.”

“That’s a wise decision. Intelligent servants are not overly common here, ones you can converse with are even less so.”

“‘Pay peanuts and you get monkeys’ as the saying goes.” She cleaned the wound and applied the salve. “That looks better. Hopefully, if I ever marry, he won’t think me mutilated by it.”

“If it is so great, why come here? You stated to my mother you are homesick. You clearly are not overly pleased with your position, so why come?”

Loki remained stoically in place for a moment thinking of what she said. “Could she have?” “Could she what?”

“My mother?”

“I cannot tell, she never told me anything only that I was to temporarily replace your other maid. No timeframe, no other information.”

“And the Princess, would she really…?” Raven cocked her head. “Earlier, you stated that she would wish to know if I had someone because she…”

“If you think that you alone have the right to other partners, then that is ridiculous.”

“But if she was to have another’s child as my wife…?”

“That is unacceptable.” Loki followed after her.

“So is having a mistress in this era.” Raven challenged.

“You are very angry about a subject that does not concern you personally.” Loki folded his arms and watched her carefully.

“I cannot stomach double standards.”

“You’re very opinionated for a woman of your position. I can’t see how many in a position of employment would see it as acceptable.”

“My father always told me I should be more coy and quiet. That my attitude and sarcasm would get me in trouble.”

“That was solid advice.”

“But I cannot remain silent when I see injustice. I would rather be whipped and caned in a stock for speaking out than live in luxury for remaining silent.”

“That is a bold statement.” Loki could not help but be impressed by her conviction. “But if you believe so greatly in such, why did you not reveal the truth to my mother?”

“I don’t know, if I am honest. I ask myself the same thing.”

“Well, thank you all the same.”

The maid turned to look at her with a polite smile on her face at seeing the Light Elf behind her. “Oh, thank goodness. I didn’t want to come back without you.”

“Come back?” Raven looked at the maid in concern.

“Prince Thor asked that I retrieve you and bring you to his rooms to speak for a few moments,” The maid explained.

“I…” Raven became worried but also knew that to refuse would arouse suspicion. “Can I just change my shoes, these ones are killing me?”

“Your Highness.” The maid bowed as she spoke causing Raven to focus of the burly blonde figure in front of her across the room. “Loki’s maid, as you requested.”

“Thank you, Hannah.” Thor gave a polite smile to his maid. “You can have the rest of the evening to yourself.”

The maid frowned. “But your nightcap?”

“I am forgoing it for this evening, I don’t plan to be here.”

“Of course, your highness. Have a pleasant evening and thank you.” She bowed again before nodding slightly to Raven and walking to the hidden door to the servants quarters again.

For a moment after the maid left, Thor and Raven stood looking at one another analytically as though expecting the other to begin speaking first.

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spidercakes · 4 years

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It continues!

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Part One | Part Two

Its been a long time since Tony has done this but sometimes things just feel a little more out of control and this is an easy way to get some of that back ethically. Plus he enjoys it, maybe more than he should. Its not like he’s never considered why he likes the control so much, if that means he’s controlling, and then by extension just like Howard but he’s long ago come to the conclusion that that’s not it. He doesn’t want to control someone per se, what he wants is control over a situation. The fact that other people are involved it more a symptom of how he chose to go about gaining that level of control. And he’s always taken care to not take that away from whoever he’s with because, as Pepper pointed out, he’s not much like Howard if you look further than skin deep.

Still, he hadn’t initially planned to just throw himself back into one of these things, mostly he was catching up with Sam and feeling things out but then he saw Peter. Sam’s not stupid, he knows his type, so he said he’d work something out. And Peter, fuck he’s perfect. A little inexperienced for his taste, and a little on the young side, but Tony is willing to look past that on account of he knows he’s not going to get anything better. He’d done this enough times to be able to pick up on small signs of compatibility and Peter might be inexperienced, but Tony happens to know he’s got more of a submissive side than he knows. Makes sense, for his age, that he hasn’t figured that out quite yet. At his age he’s probably still experimenting with things.

Normally experience is something he prefers but in this case he made an exception. The way Peter responded proved him right enough that he’s not entirely worried about it beyond Peter finding his voice. But the way he’d responded to Tony, handing over his other wrist without him having to ask, lifting his head a little so Tony could put the blindfold on, the way his uncomfortable squirming immediately stopped when Tony had settled a hand on his knee. Yeah, Tony knows Peter will be more than compatible with what he’s looking for.

As it is he’s disappointed that he’s going to have to wait until later to see Peter again but they both have things to do. Maybe this is one of those situations where patience pays off. Tony doubts it on account of he’d be just as excited if not more if Peter showed up now, but he’ll take what he can get. There’s also the slight disappointment of stretching things out a bit, giving Peter time to adjust to something new rather than jumping right into it but its necessary. Tony wants to give him time to gain a level of trust in him before he starts taking away his senses and leaving him to rely more on Tony than not. If he were more experienced it wouldn’t be much of a problem, but he’s not so Tony needs to start fresh.

Not ideal, considering his usual impatience, but he knows that it’ll be well worth it to wait for Peter to catch up.

Peter bites his lip, unsure what to expect aside from what Tony told him in the beginning. He does have to admit that having his own key is pretty cool, mostly because Tony’s penthouse is nice as hell. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” he hisses at Liz over the phone.

She sighs, “didn’t you say he like… gave you an outline of what to expect?” she asks.

He rolls his eyes, “if I gave you an outline of child birth do you think it’d prepare you?” he asks.

Liz snorts, “Peter, that’s such a guy thing to say. This is in no way comparable to child birth. But your point is taken. We should throw a party there, seems like a swanky place,” she says like Peter doesn’t desperately need this job.

“Liz, I have hospital bills to pay,” he points out.

“I’m kidding Peter, mostly. But if he’s a dick we can totally trash the place, you know MJ would do it in a heartbeat.” True, and Peter loves her for it but Tony has been more than polite so far and he’s talked to some of the other people Sam employs. Turns out he’s a real stickler for not being a douchebag and he takes his employee concerns very seriously so he’s gained a bit of trust that this won’t turn into a massive shit show.

“I actually think he’s pretty nice,” Peter says, looking over the directions to the room Tony told him his stuff was in. For an apartment this place is a fucking maze.

“Yeah, he hires prostitutes, how nice can he be?” Liz says, distain in her voice.

Peter frowns, “you know I’m the prostitute, right?”

“Obviously, Peter.”

“Yeah, well acting like only losers and assholes pick up prostitutes doesn’t exactly make the job less stigmatizing. Maybe he doesn’t have time for a relationship, or doesn’t want one, you don’t know.” He does know that Tony doesn’t want a relationship with him, which is fine because he doesn’t want one with Tony either. Aside from you know, a good relationship with the guy who is also his boss, technically. God, this is messy.

The good news is that he finds the room finally and breathes out a sigh of relief as he steps inside and goes on the hunt for his outfit. Thankfully Tony has laid it out on the bed for him so he doesn’t need to go far.

“Okay, but do like… normal guys go to prostitutes?” she asks and Peter frowns.

“Yeah, probably. Why is it that sex for money somehow makes the sex dirtier or whatever? Its not like being in a relationship is free and you’re totally financially independent of them unless you make good money. Even platonic relationships don’t escape that, remember the time we all talked Ned out of moving across the country to live with his girlfriend because we’ve be fucked for rent? Anyway, I just think that paying someone to have sex with you is hardly demeaning or whatever.”

He picks up the white teddy and frowns at it for a moment, unsure how that’ll look on him. The pink frilly booty shorts are cute, though, even if they’re not something he’d pick out for himself. He shrugs and tosses Liz on the bed so he can change.

“Yeah but like. Can guys who go to prostitutes even get relationships?” Liz asks and Peter snorts.

“The sheer amount of politicians that go to prostitutes say yeah, they get into relationships just fine. Like, what is the correlation people draw between prostitution and not being able to get sex for free? Is it really less degrading to pick someone up at a bar when you’ve only known them for a half an hour? At least I get paid for my trouble now, my last Tinder date was shit in bed and I paid for dinner.” That was like, forever ago but still. He’d consider what he’s doing now considerably less degrading than that. Tony buys nice lingerie and, to Peter’s surprise, it actually looks pretty nice on him.

He fully expects Liz to have some kind of response for that but she remains silent for a moment. “I guess you make a point there. Did you figure out where you were supposed to go?” she asks.

“Yeah. Also, turns out I look cute lingerie,” he says.

The squeal of surprise is unexpected but more pleasant than their last discussion so he’ll take it. “Send me a picture!” she says and he frowns. “In like. A not sexual way,” she clarifies.

“Is that like… normal for girls? Do you guys just send each other pictures of yourselves in lingerie?” Because that seems like a dream world to him, throw some guys in there and he’s in bisexual heaven.

“Sometimes. Guys don’t do that?” she asks.

Peter squints as he opens the camera app. “Liz, in what world do guys where lingerie?” he asks.

“This one if you’re to be believed,” she points out.

Right, good point. “You know what I mean. No, guys don’t just send each other random pictures in sexy clothing. I sent the picture and if you make fun of me I’ll move and screw you all for rent,” he tells her.

She remains silent for a moment before she makes a small, approving noise. “That actually does look good on you,” she says. “What the fuck.”

“What the fuck what?” he asks, checking himself out in the mirror. He… didn’t expect to actually like this but he doesn’t mind.

“That style of lingerie looks like total shit on me and I’m mad it looks good on you,” she says. Peter grins because jealousy is a good emotion to have in this case. And if Liz thinks he looks good Tony definitely will.

“Die mad about it,” he tells Liz, who snorts and starts laughing.

“Don’t let the lace give you too much confidence,” she tells him despite the fact that he’s not wearing any lace. Its more of a sheer gossamer material that shines a little and compliments his skin nicely. He thought the white on his pale as shit skin would make him look like a fucking ghost but instead he looks etherial. Huh, so maybe this is why women like lingerie so much.

He chats back and forth with Liz for a few more minutes but she has to do homework and frankly so does he so they hang up to go do that. And Peter means to do homework, really, but the closet beckons and he has to hang up the clothes he changed out of anyway so he goes over to check it out.

His opinions on Tony’s taste mostly improve minus the yellow… thing that’s probably the most hideous shade of yellow Peter has ever seen. But the rest? Its clear that Tony has a thing for red and black, which makes his current outfit kind of a strange choice and that makes him curious but he does like most of the rest of the stuff in the closet. There’s a few things that are… well, strappy enough that he’s confused how to put them on, and a couple things that don’t look that great, but otherwise Tony clearly has talent in aesthetics.

“I didn’t think you’d take to the lingerie,” someone says and Peter lets out an accidental scream and tosses the garment thats in his hand. He turns to find Tony in the doorway looking amused.

“Oh my god, give a guy a warning!” he says, hand pressed to his heart.

Tony doesn’t look any less amused, eyes bright as he looks Peter over. “That looks nice on you,” he says, gesturing vaguely at him.

Peter looks down at himself and grins, “it does, doesn’t it? I was worried I’d come out looking like fucking Casper but thankfully that was not the case,” he says.

Tony snorts and starts laughing, “god, its been forever since someone has referenced that around me. I’m kind of surprised you even know what Casper is,” he says.

Peter doesn’t mean to say it but it slips out anyway. “Okay, boomer,” he says out of pure instinct and thankfully Tony bursts out laughing.

“One, I’m not that old. Two, you always this sassy or is this new?”

“Um. Depends, usually its a comfort thing. Sorry I called you a boomer,” he says.

“Its fine. The youths know how to make a good meme, I’ll give you guys that,” Tony says, smiling still.

“Well, the economy is shit so all we’ve got is depression humor and memes so we gotta make it good,” he says, considering his choices for a half a second before figuring fuck it. He could stay here all day or he could figure out what the rest of the night will be like and go over to Tony, see how he reacts. As it turns out he mostly looks like he wants to devour Peter but he keeps his hands to himself even if his thoughts are pretty obvious on his face. Peter wraps his arms around Tony’s neck, a silent way of giving him permission to touch him, and leans into him. “So we’re watching a movie, right? What am I supposed to expect?”

Tony looks pretty ready to abandon the movie idea but he doesn’t. “Your choice,” he says and Peter grins.

“Star Wars?” he asks excitedly.

“Baby, which Star Wars movie? And if you list any of the prequels I’ll fire you,” he jokes.

Peter wrinkles his nose, “A New Hope, obviously. Ew, why would I subject us to Jar Jar?”

Tony snickers, wrapping his arms around Peter’s waist. “Thank god. I met someone who liked Jar Jar Binks once and I’ve never been the same.”

He’s been staring at the skirt for like fifteen minutes and no one is home. Everyone else has classes or work in MJ’s case so really, there’s no harm if he steals Liz’s skirt from the floor of her room. No one will ever know and he’s never even had thoughts like that before and- well, okay, that’s not exactly true. He’s always liked the aesthetic of skirts, its just that he never really considered them on him before. But the way Tony reacted when he saw Peter in that lingerie, the way he kept looking at him all night…

He didn’t expect to like that feeling so much and skirts are pretty, he’s always liked them…

Fuck it, if he hates it he can put it back and its not like Liz would ever know so he sneaks in, snatches it from the ground, and sneaks back out. They’re probably the same size so this should be fine. Once in his room and slips it on and sure enough, it fits perfectly though it sits different on him than Liz. Probably on account of she has hips and he doesn’t, not really. But it does sit nicely over his butt so there’s that.

He grins, snatching his phone out of his abandoned pant pockets and moving his mirror in front of his bed so he can try and take a decent picture. It takes some finagling and a little work but he finally manages to get a good angle and-

“Oh shit,” he says, desperately snapping pictures as his free hand slips and he falls headfirst off the bed. He sighs, picking himself back up and smoothing out Liz’s skirt before examining the pictures.

He smiles, saving the good ones and deleting the rest before he sends them off to Tony. His favorite is the one with his back arched, the skirt sitting just too high to be appropriate, exposing a little cheek underneath. If he ignores his messy bed in the background its pretty much the perfect picture given the proportions of it. Tony’s response is pretty much immediate.

Wear that tomorrow.

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meangirlsx · 4 years

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The End You Meant for Me (Part 1)

Pairing: Lydia Deetz x reader Word count: 2612 Warning(s): None Request: This first part is setting up the other parts which will be on this request, “Okay so like Lydia and her girlfriend spending a second christmas together and reader gets everyone in the house a gift, even beetlejuice! Lydia sees this as a huge step in their relationship because she sees how much her girlfriend has changed in a year considering she was very nervous, felt bad only getting Lydia a gift. To how shes more open and friendly with Charles and Delia, how she pokes fun at Beetlejuice, and how close she is to Adam and Barbara. Lyds is just head over heels in love.” and “Would you mind doing a Lydia x Reader (or Cady x Reader if you still write for Mean Girls) during the holidays? Christmas perhaps?” Note: MAJOR thank you shoutout to @sophiascaruso for talking through thoughts with me as I wrote this!

And @spooky-scary-lesbian thank you so much for requesting this and talking to me about it when I came to you with questions! I didn’t intend to make this three parts, but I started writing a flashback and it became this instead.

Part 2 Part 3

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As you and Lydia approached the front door of the Maitland-Deetz residence, as you’d decided to call it, your heart started racing. You loved her family and they loved you. You were excited to spend Thanksgiving with all of them.

But today was the day you were going to tell Charles Deetz that you wanted to marry his daughter.

You and Lydia had been dating for almost three years, now, so you weren’t worried he would think it was too soon. You’d started dating not long after Christmas three years ago. Lydia had waited to introduce you to her dad and Delia until she felt really comfortable and confident that your relationship could last, and a little longer to introduce you to the family ghosts. But Charles and Delia had treated you like family since the day you met, and Barbara and Adam did the same. Beetlejuice had even taken a genuine liking to you.

You weren’t worried that Charles would hate the idea, either. You knew he liked you, and Lydia had told you he had even used the word “adore” when you were brought up in conversation. You were worried he wouldn’t like that you weren’t asking for his permission, though.

You hoped he would understand. Lydia loved him, and she valued his opinions on things, but you both felt that it was an out-of-date practice that treated women like property. Lydia had also told you that, back when she was 15 and they had first moved to Connecticut, he never talked to her about proposing to Delia before he did it. They’d worked through that since then. That was years ago, now. But you hoped it was at least a sign that Charles wasn’t a stickler for tradition when it came to proposals.

Everyone greeted both of you with smiles and hugs. Lydia visited very frequently, so she saw them all the time, and you went with her plenty. You found it endearing that everyone gave greetings as if they hadn’t seen you in over a year, anyway. They definitely knew how to make you feel like one of them.

Only a couple minutes after you arrived, Charles and Delia had engrossed Lydia in a conversation, so you took the opportunity to start making some plans.

“Barbara, Adam, can I ask you a favor?” you asked. You wanted to be as quiet as possible, but you wanted to avoid whispering, too. Whispering would seem more suspicious.

“Oh, of course you can,” Barbara said. “What is it?”

“We need to keep this very quiet, but I want to propose to Lydia.”

They did their best to keep their reactions calm enough to not draw attention, but you could see they were practically bursting.

“That’s wonderful!” Barbara said.

“Welcome to the family,” Adam said.

“Thank you,” you said with a quick laugh. “I want to talk to Charles about it. I was hoping to do it tonight, but we need to be alone to do that. Do you guys think you could distract Lydia after dinner?”

“Would it be easier to come over another time when she’s not here at all?” Barbara asked.

“She comes over so much, I’m afraid she’d end up showing up even if she hadn’t planned to.”

“We are on it, Y/N!” Adam said. “You can count on us.”

“Thank you so much. I really appreciate—”

“Hey, what’s happening over here?” Beetlejuice appeared and cut you off. “It sounds like scheming. I want in.”

The three of you looked at each other.

“He might actually be useful,” Barbara said.

You thought for a moment, then looked at him. “Okay. But you have to keep it a secret? Do you understand?”

He nodded like an excited little kid.

“I want to talk to Charles about proposing to Lydia, so I need her out of the room and distracted after dinner.”

Beetlejuice grinned. “I have enough material to keep her there until Christmas.”

“That’s not necessary, but I love the energy.” You looked at the three of them, so excited and so ready to help you. “Thank you. Seriously.”

Barbara gave you a warm smile and a gentle pat on the arm. “It’s our pleasure.”

The rest of the time up until dinner went about as you would expect. You appreciated that this was a group that had no interest in obligatory smalltalk. Conversations were real and deep and animated and weird, and you loved it.

The same was true during dinner.

Sitting at the table with all of them, you really did feel at home. They had welcomed you in with open arms from the moment they met you and never looked back. Really, you had done the same. Thinking about them all becoming your family, too, made your heart almost ache, it was such a nice thought.

After dinner, Delia requested that Lydia go upstairs with her and offered no further explanation. Charles didn’t seem surprised or confused, which kind of amused you. He was just used to that sort of thing. You didn’t say anything, and you tried not to make your glance too obvious, but Barbara, Adam, and Beetlejuice got the message and followed Delia and Lydia upstairs.

Your heart began to pound. This was your chance to talk to him. You wanted to take it — you’d specifically engineered the moment so you could take the chance. But you really didn’t want to mess it up or upset him. And you didn’t want to seem rude or careless by trying to talk to him before you’d bothered to help clean, so you started stacking plates.

You’d only been stacking for a second when Charles held his hand out to stop you.

“Oh, Y/N, you don’t have to start cleaning up right now. Everyone else will be able to help, too, when they come back, and then it will go much faster. Besides, I was hoping to talk to you.”

“You were?” You weren’t sure what he would want to talk to you about, but he seemed to be in good spirits. It was certainly convenient, too.

He walked over to the buffet table, opened a drawer, pulled out a nice box, then faced you again and gestured at your chair. You sat back down. He took a seat beside you and held the box so you could both see it clearly. He opened it slowly, revealing a beautiful locket. The way his gaze softened, it was clearly important to him.

“This locket belonged to Emily,” he said. “And it belonged to her mother before her. It’s been in the family for a few generations. Her father wanted to propose, but he didn’t have enough money for a ring at the time. His mother gave him this locket to use instead. Emily’s mother passed it on to her when we got engaged.”

You swore his eyes were shining as he talked about Emily.

“Emily always wanted Lydia to have it one day. The thing is, when we moved, we couldn’t find it. We thought it had gotten lost. I only found it last week, and I haven’t told Lydia.” He paused and looked into your eyes. “Because I wanted to give it to you.”

You had no idea how to respond to that. You watched silently as he placed the box in your hand.

“Now, I don’t mean to put on any pressure, and I’m not trying to tell you what to do. But I think it would mean even more to her coming from you. She doesn’t need my approval, or anyone’s approval, for that matter, and neither do you. That’s not what this is supposed to be. You seem serious about my daughter, and I know she’s serious about you. You feel like part of the family. It doesn’t have to represent marriage if the two of you aren’t thinking about that, yet. I just wanted you to have it. To do with however you please.”

You stared down at the locket sitting in its box. “Thank you,” you said, returning your gaze to Charles. “I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

Charles reached out and placed his hand over your free one. “I can’t tell you how much this means to me. The love this locket represents… We wanted Lydia to have it no matter what, but we always hoped she would find...that sort of love. To think she’s found it with you, I—” His voice broke and his eyes began to fill with tears. “I’m really happy. For both of you. And I’m glad it’s you.”

Then he removed his hand from yours and leaned back, catching you by surprise. You felt yourself sit up straighter, not sure what had just happened. You watched him carefully for a moment. He wiped at his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I really don’t mean to pressure you.”

“No, you’re not,” you said. “I actually wanted to talk to you tonight, too. About that. About Lydia, I mean. And me.”

Charles’s eyes found yours again and his mouth fell open just slightly. “About you and—” He cut himself off, breathed out, then simply smiled at you. “Please. By all means. Continue.”

His smile brought you comfort and you felt your heart actually begin to slow down. You were sure of this. You were sure of you and Lydia. And so was Charles. “I am serious about your daughter. I love her. So much. She’s become like my whole world.”

Charles smiled again at that. It was a fond smile with a hint of...familiarity? Though you weren’t sure why.

“I want to ask her to marry me.”

You couldn’t quite read the expression on Charles’s face, but it definitely wasn’t bad. If anything, he looked like he might cry again.

“I don’t want to ask for your permission,” you continued, doing your best to sound gentle and genuine, rather than factual. “Like you said, she doesn’t need anyone’s approval, and neither do I. But I would really like your opinion.”

“My opinion?”

“And support. Hopefully.”

“Well.” He leaned forward, resting his elbow on his knee. “You have it. And so much more.”

You broke into a smile.

“It would be an honor to officially welcome you into our family. You’re really already a part of it.” His gaze shifted to the locket. “Emily would’ve loved you. She would want it to be you. And it’s not up to me, but if it were, I’d choose you for my daughter in a heartbeat.”

You stood, and so did Charles. You came together in a tight embrace. There were no words that could express how touched you were. You hoped your hug relayed everything you couldn’t say.

When you separated, Charles said, “I should go find a way to tell Delia she can stop distracting Lydia, now.”

“Wait, what?” you asked immediately, gripping onto his sleeve before he could walk away.

“I asked Delia if she would keep Lydia occupied long enough for me to talk to you.”

You pressed your lips together for a moment, then said, “I asked Barbara and Adam to distract her so I could talk to you. And they enlisted Beej.”

Without another word, you set the box on the table and the two of you took off running up the stairs to Lydia’s room. When you reached her door, you were surprised to hear complete and utter silence.

You exchanged glances, then Charles opened the door.

Lydia, Delia, Barbara, and Adam were sitting on the floor with their legs crossed and their eyes shut, holding hands. Beetlejuice was floating above them in the middle of the circle, also with his legs crossed, but his eyes were open, and he was juggling what appeared to be a few of Delia’s crystals. You figured it was a safe bet that she didn’t know he was doing that.

Lydia opened one eye, then the other when she saw you. She smiled.

“What are you doing?” Charles asked.

Without opening her eyes, Delia answered, “It’s a new meditation I learned. I thought it would be good to try after such a large meal. It helps with digestion.”

“Or lets the tryptophan settle in,” Lydia said.

You stifled a laugh. That made her smile wider.

“And I’m the necessary distraction to prove their dedication to the meditation,” Beetlejuice said. “Hey, that rhymed!”

Lydia’s shoulders shook with swallowed laughter, then she closed her eyes again.

As if she could sense Lydia closing her eyes, Delia opened hers. “We’ll be down in a minute,” she said, and winked at Charles.

“We’ll...be downstairs, then,” Charles said.

The two of you backed out of the room, hardly able to take your eyes off the peculiar sight. He shut the door behind you. You didn’t speak until you made it back down to the living room.

“She’s…” you started, but you couldn’t find the words to match your thoughts.

Charles shook his head once with conviction. “I love that woman.” Then he picked up the stack of plates you’d started earlier and made his way into the kitchen.

You began to follow him with more dishes, but you stopped when you realized the locket was still on the table. Charles returned for more plates, took one look at you, and his eyes lit up.

“I know exactly how to send that home with you without Lydia suspecting a thing.” He picked it up and carried it into the kitchen. You weren’t sure what he had done with it, but you trusted him.

“Y/N,” Charles said softly. “While we still have a second, if you don’t mind my asking, do you have an idea of when you’re going to do it?”

You nodded slightly. “I was thinking maybe Christmas? I thought she might like being around all of you to be able to celebrate with you. I mean, assuming she says yes. Not that we haven’t talked about it before, but—”

“She’s going to say yes,” Charles said with a smile.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs prompted you to get back to cleaning.

With seven of you working, the clean-up went quickly and easily. You loved the way everyone could laugh and have fun even when doing something as simple and tedious as cleaning up after Thanksgiving dinner.

You spent another couple of hours watching TV and playing games. You always found Lydia’s competitive streak kind of adorable, and watching her enjoy playing games with her family even though you knew she thought it was a little silly melted your heart.

When it was time for you and Lydia to go, everyone gave another round of hugs. As you put on your coats, Delia made a beeline for the kitchen, then ran back out with two bags. She handed one to each of you.

“You can’t have Thanksgiving dinner with this family and not take home leftovers,” she said.

Lydia thanked her and inspected her bag just long enough for Delia to give you a pointed look. You checked your bag, and sure enough, the locket box was hidden among the many food containers. You smiled your appreciation at her.

You also liked knowing that meant Charles had talked to Delia about everything.

“Thank you so much for joining us, Y/N,” Delia said.

“Thank you for having me!” you said. “I love spending time with all of you, and spending holidays with you means so much to me.”

“We’ll see you at Christmas?” Charles asked.

“I’ll bring her over between now and then, Dad,” Lydia said, almost confused.

You shot Charles a smile. “But I’ll definitely be here for Christmas.”

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Part 2 Part 3 (linked at the top, too, but also here for convenience)

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whoslaurapalmer · 4 years

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For the ask meme: The Last Airbender, Kataang, Azula! And if you're up for it: Legend of Korra, Korrasami, and Korra herself.

oooo!! thank you!!!!

so i have previously done last airbender and azula, and i still have such absolutely boring kataang takes, so --

KORRA TIME

Favorite character: JINORA, zhu li, kya, ikki, eska, korra, bumi

Least Favorite character: okay.........meelo grates on my nerves, often, i feel bad about that but he does, and i like Get zaheer as a character but i’m very ‘meh’ about him, really, same with unalaq

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): i am just as boring in my ships with korra as i am with last airbender so it really is just, korrasami

Character I find most attractive: ....asami’s hair flips are so pretty

Character I would marry: tough call. not really any of them??

Character I would be best friends with: god you know what it’s probably still katara only now i get old badass katara.

a random thought: i think the show is better watched binged straight through from beginning to end than it was watching it in real time, with the space between books, because i remember being really irritated by korra especially in book 2, but when i sat down to watch it straight from beginning to end after it was all over i liked the pacing a lot more and i liked korra a lot more.

An unpopular opinion: back when book 1 first happened i thought it would be better if korra could still only airbend at the end of book 1 and spent the rest of the books getting the other elements back but in retrospect i don’t know how that would work (although i mean given wan and the lion turtles? that could’ve actually worked.) but i still get a little Irritated about her just regaining her bending like that. sometimes i feel like the writing in korra, as good as it is OVERALL, is kind of, uneven because i think bryke weren’t ever sure if they’d get the next season???? oh this is not unpopular i’m really bad at unpopular

okay this is probably the true unpopular opinion, i don’t think pema should’ve been pregnant in book 1 solely because in general (but not always) i Do Not like pregnancy plots because they’re mostly used for certain dramatic moments and then afterwards you have a baby to deal with that usually isn’t ever talked about again because no one has the time to bother with them because now it’s not an optionally angsty plot point i mean seriously what do we really see of rohan after he’s born and if we see him he’s just passed around like a lil potato and not that we HAVE to see character in A NEWBORN but YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN i am of the firm opinion that if you write something you have to deal with the repercussions and that means Dealing With New Baby Character and rarely do i see that happen

My Canon OTP: korrasami!

My Non-canon OTP: ..........honestly like the whole cast/happiness

Most Badass Character: IT’S STILL TOPH

Most Epic Villain: the thing about korra was because there’s a different villain for each season they all have sort of......an Epic-ness about them, i think? they definitely have a finality about all of them, but they’re all, fairly well-written, but in terms of BEING EPIC i think zaheer is epic in terms of grandeur and kuvira is epic in terms of her whole side-character-to-accidental-villain thing

Pairing I am not a fan of: is there anyone who’s a fan of mako and korra, at this point? okay probably but. no

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): okay it’s not that like, i think they screwed up here, but like, what i would’ve done for more info about izumi and just like, zuko as a parent, OH but at (my usual) a passing backwards glance over the series, maybe mako could’ve been, written better, idk, there’s a thin line sometimes between ‘a character rightfully changing over time and making mistakes and other important character stuff and i’m just rightfully irritated at some of the stuff he did cause like the audience is supposed to be’ and ‘a character should’ve just been written better’

Favourite Friendship: su and lin do become better friends, right?? (it’s been so long.) and i specify ‘friends’ because i think their relationship has to exist as them being friends compared to them being sisters (not because they’re half-sisters but because of just how they were as sisters)

Character I most identify with: it’s korra because of The Depression Arc like damn

Character I wish I could be: yeah it’s still jinora, even before last airbender happened i was always super-fascinated (in the way that children are with the idea of magic) by the idea of controlling air so when the show happen i always wanted to be an airbender, just in general, and i always really liked jinora’s wholehearted belief and confidence in her abilities and how take no shit she becomes (and also “i will make no such promises.”)

korrasami!

When I started shipping them: the finale happened and i was like ‘well there’s no way i’m not gonna ship them’

My thoughts: i really wanna rewatch the show (i haven’t since......when did pokemon go come out, it was that summer. 2016????? really????? fuck.) and really pay attention to their relationship because memory tells me it could’ve been a little more consistent, but in general they have the most genuine, heartfelt chemistry built upon actual respect and admiration for each other and they get each other in a way that mako clearly did not get them. also goddddd the fact that asami is the only one korra can comfortably write to while she’s depressed really fucking gets me

What makes me happy about them: they make each other happy and (idk in my opinion which rapidly builds headcanons at the speed of light sometimes) make each other feel happy about themselves and that’s really all you can ask for, in a relationship

What makes me sad about them: when they were weird rivals for a while in book 1 because girl rivals (especially over a boy) hurt my soul

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: i’ve never actually sought out fic with them!!

Things I look for in fanfic: in general, i am, a terrible stickler about characterization, and that doesn’t change in any pairing or fandom

My wishlist: my Absolute Jam, across the board in all fandoms, is post-canon fics (or during canon sometimes that’s applicable) where, the actual canon trauma is discussed and worked through (in some way or another) so if i was going to look for fanfic with them, that would be, at the top of the list, but i would also just take slice of life cuddles because i always think about that sweet art bryan did where they’re in the turtledove float and that’s so comfy and warm

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: personal happiness

My happily ever after for them: they get to chill and not have to run around saving the world all the time

korra!

How I feel about this character: korra took a while to grow on me, and also like, main characters tend to be typically underrated in a large cast and aren’t usually people’s favorites compared to other characters, but i have come to really like her a lot!! she really is more lonely than people gave her credit for and she has to deal with A Lot, constantly, and so much of korra is her trying to figure out not just how to be the best avatar but how to be the best her and when she gets to do either one and who lets her do either one, and her frustration and rage are so quick and volatile and personal and high-key relatable, and damn was her depression/recovery arc done well

also the fact that she was accidentally holding onto the remaining lead and had to get it out herself is, yeah

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: asami!

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: KORRA AND NAGA i was going through my korra tag and found the comic where she finds naga and god it’s just the best

My unpopular opinion about this character: hmmmm. is this still unpopular? korra’s occasional brattiness is completely justified when you look at the series as a whole (which is why i mention watching it that way) because wow she’s grown up completely isolated from anyone else her own age and people in her life inadvertently or on purpose took advantage of that

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: all i would say is her, awkwardness in interacting with people at the beginning of the show because of how she grew up but we do get that, don’t we

Favorite friendship for this character: korra honestly needs more friends her age

My crossover ship: none!

#CAN LULU ANSWER AN ASK WITHOUT OVERUSING 'I THINK'?? THE ANSWER IS NO #cerealninjakat

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