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chenziee · 1 year

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Once a Year

Story originally published in the @ophalloweenzine! :D

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There were thousands of islands across the five seas, each with their own culture and customs. Yamato knew this for a fact; not because he had been there—after all, if he had ever left Wano, he had been too young to remember—but because Oden had described them in his journal.

Yamato wanted to see it all. He wanted to visit the island in the sky, the millennium old elephant, the island where lightning falls like rain. He wanted to enjoy the different sceneries, meet the people, play their games, experience their culture… But he was stuck here on Onigashima, heavy metal cuffs on his tiny wrists; still too weak to break the chains.

He wasn’t Oden, yet.

He wasn’t free.

But, there was a way. A way to become Oden, if only for a single night.

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Yamato grinned when he looked down on himself. The short, orange kimono wasn’t perfect—the crescent moons on his chest were a little crooked, the pirate who had sewn them on not accounting for the change in angle once worn—and the white and purple nio-dasuki he had wrapped around himself was too large for him, dwarfing Yamato’s form and making him look even more like a child.

But even so, Yamato was happy.

So incredibly happy.

He had been waiting for this moment for three years, ever since he had read about the custom of ‘Halloween’. According to Oden, it was a once-a-year celebration taking place on a certain autumn island. He had written some details about the meaning of the festivities too, but Yamato couldn’t say he understood much of it.

What he did understand, however, was the tradition of dressing up—costumes of fairies and ghosts, pirates and marines, characters from books and fantasies… anything you wanted.

And there was only one person like that for Yamato.

Running out of his room, Yamato threw his arms into the air, spreading them wide as he laughed. Just wearing this outfit, he felt so much lighter. He couldn’t wait to show his friends—the nice Beast Pirates who gave him food and helped him when he needed it. The ones who didn’t laugh or scorn him whenever he said he was Oden.

The ones he liked.

“Young Master, where are you going?!” someone cried in alarm.

Yamato paused, his happy smile not leaving his face even when his eyes fell on the panicked face of the approaching pirate. "I'm going to show everyone. I really am Oden now!" he announced proudly, gesturing to his kimono.

The pirate's eyes widened before his head whipped around, turning every which way as if looking for something. Finally, he sighed in relief and looked back at Yamato. "Young Master, please, don't say things like that or—"

"Or what?!" Yamato demanded, puffing up his chest. "I don't care what my father says! He can't stop me!"

The pirate paused at his adamant refusal, chewing on his bottom lip as he searched Yamato’s eyes.

The boy only huffed, crossing his arms over his chest to show how serious he was; this matter was done and over with as far as he was concerned. Nothing this man said would change his mind so Yamato only returned his stare with his own defiant one, just daring him to disagree.

Silence hung over the hallway for a moment until the man's pleading gaze broke under Yamato's immovable determination.

"O-okay," he stuttered weakly, just as a loud crash came from the direction of Kaido's room, making the man nearly jump out of his skin.

Yamato paid it no mind, all too used to his father's drunken mood swings. Instead, he simply side-stepped the pirate, heading for the stairs to the upper floor. He wanted to show his costume to Ulti and Page One, the children that Kaido had taken in recently. They were bound to be excited!

And if his father saw him, so be it. The bull-gorilla could choke on his own fist for all he cared.

“Young Master! Wait!” the pirate called after him, blocking his path in a few quick steps.

Yamato frowned, giving the man his best annoyed look. “What now?”

“You have to cha—” He stopped himself mid-sentence, going quiet for a second as he stared at Yamato with a troubled expression but soon, he visibly deflated. Even his voice sounded defeated when he spoke up again, “I heard the children went to the beach.”

Yamato tilted his head to the side, staring at the man intently. He felt like he was being lied to… but he couldn’t know for sure. He supposed there was no harm in checking the beach first either way.

Giving the man in front of him one last, suspicious look, Yamato huffed before turning on his heel and running off towards the exit instead.

Honestly, even if the others weren’t at the beach, Yamato wouldn’t mind. He liked the place; he wasn’t able to swim in the ocean—courtesy of the devil fruit he had eaten in hunger-driven desperation a year ago—but he still loved watching the waves crash against the island, humming their song and carrying the smell of salt and freedom with them.

One day, he was going to cross those waters. One day, he won’t need this orange kimono to feel connected to him.

One day, he will see the world just as Kozuki Oden had.

Stopping at the edge of the beach, a determined smile pulled on Yamato’s lips. He didn’t care how many years it took. If he had to wait the seventeen years until Joy Boy arrived, that was fine. After all, he was still only eleven years old. He wasn’t stupid; he knew he was much too weak to get anywhere in the world on his own for now. He would wait patiently, training and preparing for the right time; just like Oden had before Whitebeard’s ship had landed in Kuri all those years ago.

And he had this bright orange kimono and tattered old journal to draw strength from.

“Young Master Yamato?”

Yamato jumped at the deep, quiet voice that came from behind him. He didn’t think anyone was there; he hadn’t noticed anyone—not even the little siblings—when he had arrived. “Who—” he started, turning around quickly to face the newcomer, but then he sighed when he recognized the tall man. “Boss Kyoshiro! Hello,” he greeted politely.

The yakuza regarded him for a moment without a word but then he slowly sat on the ground next to Yamato, facing the sea just like the young boy had before, and patted the ground next to him in invitation.

It only took Yamato a second to comply; the man was still a mystery to him, a new star in Orochi’s command and impossible to read, yet somehow… Yamato didn’t hate him. That couldn’t have been said about many of Orochi’s people.

“I like your outfit,” Kyoshiro said with a smile.

Immediately, a wide grin pulled on Yamato’s lips as he threw his arms out wide once more. “Right?!” he asked, full of excitement. “It’s for Halloween. You’re supposed to dress up like people you like!”

“The celebration from Jack-O’-Island?” Kyoshiro asked.

Yamato’s mouth fell open in surprise. “You know about it?!”

“A person very important to me told me about it once,” Kyoshiro explained, his smile widening a little… even though it seemed a little sad at the same time. “Do you like Kozuki Oden?”

“I am Kozuki Oden!” Yamato corrected proudly.

At that, Kyoshiro laughed. It startled Yamato at first because… it sounded so happy. Open and honest and completely different from the demeaning laughter Yamato was used to—and so much more real than anything Yamato had seen of the man.

In the end, Yamato couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled out of his own chest.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have much on me but—” Kyoshiro paused, taking out a small box from his satchel and opening it, revealing a few mitarashi dango— “you can have these. For your trick or treating,” he added the last part in response to Yamato’s confused stare.

Yamato beamed. Bowing his head, he accepted the gift but before he could even thank him, a large lizard-bird landed next to them.

“There you are, Yamato.” King shot Yamato a look once he turned to his human form. “What do you think you’re doing walking around dressed like that?”

“Trick or treating,” Yamato said simply as he shoved a dango stick in his mouth.

King looked like was about to scold him but as soon as their eyes met, he groaned, rubbing at his masked forehead. “Let’s just keep you away from Kaido-san for now…”

Yamato huffed. “I don’t care what he says.”

Heaving a sigh, King wordlessly shifted back to a pteranodon to grab Yamato’s arms in his talons.

As they took off, Yamato shot one last grin at Kyoshiro. He knew barely anything about the man but he did know one thing—

He already looked forward to showing him an even better Oden next year.

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nothatsmi · 8 months

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"You don't smoke." "I don't."

Haha

I am halfway through the third book, which means Andreil is becoming real and. erm- explicit, let's say.

Haha I'm going insane!!

I haven't been that obsessed with a media since The Raven Cycle (from which I still haven't recovered to be completely honest), and I'm sooo eager to draw more of the foxes!!

I probably won't have that much time since I'm coming back to school tomorrow for my last year till graduation (It's already such a rush, I predict short nights incoming)… But I'll manage to find time to draw them anyway.

I actually plan on doing an aftg series of illustrations like this one using the same format and color palette so, expect more! (if I'm not drown in work that is to say)

#all for the game #aftg #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #the rooftop scenes #(plural)#they make me go mad #they're so emotionally constipated #i won't lie i absolutely adore andreil stuff in itself but seeing neil's way of thinking evolving is so refreshing and nice to follow #noah's aftg series

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watchingwisteria · 4 months

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aziraphale, the one who gave the first human exiles his flaming sword as both a source of protection and warmth, who did not look on them as sinners deserving of destruction but people entitled to the best chances possible, has never once looked at crowley, a heavenly exile, with anything other than compassion and a desire to protect. from their first meeting, he never wanted anything bad to happen to him. when crowley slithers up to him in eden, he treats him like an equal rather than an adversary. when crowley appears, his eyes fill with love and excitement, his gaze turns soft and hesitant, his whole body seizes with joy of seeing him. crowley might typically the one to seek him out, but aziraphale has always welcomed him home.

#aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #good omens #I AM WRITING THE FIRST DRAFT OF MY FIC 😈#they make me so……#the ex christian in me turns to a rabid dog when i think abt them #they both love each other with that christian ideal agape love #the kind that would sacrifice itself for the other #to love is to will the good of the other and all that #i just love and adore them both ok u will never catch slander against EITHER of them from me #tags added later :#is now a bad time to mention i think go3 will be #aziraphale realizing that crowley is his home and he was crowley’s #like heaven is not going to be as he imagined it #and he’ll realize being head archangel can change nothing #and ooooh that homecoming.. for both of them….#well i expect to be in tears that’s all i’ll say #IT HAS TO END WELL THO or may actually unfortunately have to pass away on the spot

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milimeters-morales · 9 months

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top ten reasons to live: this !!!!!

#BIG BROTHER/SISTER OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD MOMENT ‼️‼️‼️#once i have enough space in my mind to redraw this it’s OVER for you #literally sobbing crying he may not be good with like baby babies but toddler babies? so older brother…. it’s almost as if… he’s gonna be-#(taken out back and shot like a horse)#please this is so adorable i’m gonna DIE. bro how did pavitr not fall in ANY sort of love here is beyond me bruh.#unless…. (the aro flag starts becoming more visible over a low quality jpeg of pavitr)#but no seriously i would hand my life over. my soul.#miles is just such a sweet and caring guy like omg. he’s literally LOVE ITSELF.#miles morales #spiderman #spider man #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #atsv #spiderman atsv #m&m posts #reblogs on again

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astrhae · 9 months

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it's the way the season started out with crowley leaving the bookshop after a fight and the season ended with crowley leaving the bookshop after a kiss. it's the way it started out with crowley being offered to be a duke of hell and it ended with aziraphale being offered to be the supreme archangel.

it's the way the second episode started with crowley saying: "well i am a demon. maybe i'm lying", and it ended with crowley telling aziraphale: "well i am a demon. i lied."

it's the way the third episode started with crowley perching beside aziraphale on the armchair and across from an angel who was new to earth, and it ended with crowley telling gabriel: "it's always too late." it's the way the fourth episode started with the demon sent to take crowley's place getting aziraphale's help and it ended with aziraphale helping crowley move the plants back into the bentley

it's the way the fifth episode started with crowley being reluctant about the shopkeeper's association meeting and it ended with crowley rescuing everyone there. it's the way the sixth episode started out with crowley wandering around heaven and it ended with crowley refusing to go to heaven with aziraphale

it's the way they've moved in circles for the past thousands of years around each other, and the episodes move in circles too but not quite a perfect circle because they're still trying to figure out where they are between the lines but it's also the way aziraphale told crowley to look him in the eye and tell him that crowley wanted to kill job's children, and crowley lied to aziraphale about it because he wanted to see how far aziraphale would go along with a demon as forsaken as him, and it's the way crowley said no to god then

it's the way the season ends with crowley telling aziraphale to tell me you said no. and aziraphale couldn't. it's the way they both want to be with each other. it's the way aziraphale was the one who came to crowley first. it's the way the season starts with aziraphale dropping down to greet crowley who was standing there in the dark, and the season ends with aziraphale standing there going up and crowley driving away

#it's about history repeating itself #but in a different way each time #and maybe that's how change and growth and healing happen #in circles sometimes and not quite linear #but still there #especially in aziraphale's context #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #this will probably make no sense to me in the morning but #i am STILL not okay and i needed to write thoughts down #neil was insane for this season #and i absolutely adore it

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poppyflavour · 5 months

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Joining the trend

And trying digital sketching by the way

#danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa thh #drthh #art #mukuro ikusaba #sayaka maizono #artists on tumblr #art on tumblr #steven meme #i don't really have a comfort character #but these two and Leon are constantly on my mind so-#i adore them #btw I think imma start my AU soon #screw that im only halfway through sdr2 and havent done school mode for thh #we'll see #at this rate making a comic itself will take me 3 months /hj #but for now I'll feed ya with these

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awhphooey · 2 years

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Rise of the tmnt redesigns/au bc they are my babies

I already analyzed their designs on discord so if anyone wants that I can just copy paste it for ya

#please I’m begging you to ask me questions about them oh my god #I adore them more than life itself and I need to talk about them #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt raph #tmnt leonardo #tmnt mikey #tmnt donnie #redesign #rottmnt au #tmnt au

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anghraine · 20 days

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Okay, breaking my principles hiatus again for another fanfic rant despite my profound frustration w/ Tumblr currently:

I have another post and conversation on DW about this, but while pretty much my entire dash has zero patience with the overtly contemptuous Hot Fanfic Takes, I do pretty often see takes on Fanfiction's Limitations As A Form that are phrased more gently and/or academically but which rely on the same assumptions and make the same mistakes.

IMO even the gentlest, and/or most earnest, and/or most eruditely theorized takes on fanfiction as a form still suffer from one basic problem: the formal argument does not work.

I have never once seen a take on fanfiction as a form that could provide a coherent formal definition of what fanfiction is and what it is not (formal as in "related to its form" not as in "proper" or "stuffy"). Every argument I have ever seen on the strengths/weaknesses of fanfiction as a form vs original fiction relies to some extent on this lack of clarity.

Hence the inevitable "what about Shakespeare/Ovid/Wide Sargasso Sea/modern takes on ancient religious narratives/retold fairy tales/adaptation/expanded universes/etc" responses. The assumptions and assertions about fanfiction as a form in these arguments pretty much always should apply to other things based on the defining formal qualities of fanfic in these arguments ("fanfiction is fundamentally X because it re-purposes pre-existing characters and stories rather than inventing new ones" "fanfiction is fundamentally Y because it's often serialized" etc).

Yet the framing of the argument virtually always makes it clear that the generalizations about fanfic are not being applied to Real Literature. Nor can this argument account for original fics produced within a fandom context such as AO3 that are basically indistinguishable from fanfic in every way apart from lacking a canon source.

At the end of the day, I do not think fanfic is "the way it is" because of any fundamental formal qualities—after all, it shares these qualities with vast swaths of other human literature and art over thousands of years that most people would never consider fanfic. My view is that an argument about fanfic based purely on form must also apply to "non-fanfic" works that share the formal qualities brought up in the argument (these arguments never actually apply their theories to anything other than fanfic, though).

Alternately, the formal argument could provide a definition of fanfic (a formal one, not one based on judgment of merit or morality) that excludes these other kinds of works and genres. In that case, the argument would actually apply only to fanfic (as defined). But I have never seen this happen, either.

So ultimately, I think the whole formal argument about fanfic is unsalvageably flawed in practice.

Realistically, fanfiction is not the way it is because of something fundamentally derived from writing characters/settings etc you didn't originate (or serialization as some new-fangled form, lmao). Fanfiction as a category is an intrinsically modern concept resulting largely from similarly modern concepts of intellectual property and auteurship (legally and culturally) that have been so extremely normalized in many English-language media spaces (at the least) that many people do not realize these concepts are context-dependent and not universal truths.

Fanfic does not look like it does (or exist as a discrete category at all) without specifically modern legal practices (and assumptions about law that may or may not be true, like with many authorial & corporate attempts to use the possibility of legal threats to dictate terms of engagement w/ media to fandom, the Marion Zimmer Bradley myth, etc).

Fanfic does not look like it does without the broader fandom cultures and trends around it. It does not look like it does without the massive popularity of various romance genres and some very popular SF/F. It does not look like it does without any number of other social and cultural forces that are also extremely modern in the grand scheme of things.

The formal argument is just so completely ahistorical and obliviously presentist in its assumptions about art and generally incoherent that, sure, it's nicer when people present it politely, but it's still wrong.

#this is probably my most pretentious fanfiction defense squad post but it's difficult to express in other terms #like. people talking about ao3 house style (not always by name but clearly referring to it) as a result of fanfic as a form #and not the social/cultural effect of ao3 as a fandom space #you don't get ao3 house style without ao3 itself and you don't get ao3 without strikethrough and livejournal etc #and you don't get those without authors and corporations trying to exercise control over fic based on law (often us law) & myths about law #and you don't get those without distinctly modern concepts of intellectual property and copyright #none of those things have fuck all to do with form!#anghraine rants #fanfiction #general fanwank #long post #thinking about this partly because the softer & gentler versions of fanfic discourse keep crossing my dash #and partly because i've written like 30 pages about a playwright i adore who was just not very good at 'original fiction' as we'd define it #both his major works are ... glorified rpf in our context but splendid tragedies in his #and the idea of categorizing /anything/ in that era by originality of conception rather than comedy/tragedy/etc would be buckwild #ivory tower blogging #anghraine's meta

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mitamicah · 1 month

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Bojan was not done distracting me today :'D

I love when men wear pretty make up :'3 <3 (x)

#help I cutiefied him :'D #i mean the original is freaking adorable in itself xD #but this is next level I can't x'D #I tried to make him look prettyyyy :'D x'D #bojan cvjetićanin #joker out #mine #my own art #I wasn't strong enough #not strong enough to resist the temptation of pretty make up bojan :'D

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homeforclones · 10 hours

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The difference between Season 1 and Season 3 of the Bad Batch

Season 1: Omega: Crosshair, can I have a hug? Crosshair: The audacity??? Of this Child??? Nothing would revolt me more than to show any kind of weakness to sate your neediness. Season 3: Omega: Crosshair, you're getting a hug. Crosshair: The charity??? Of my Sister??? Nothing would give me more joy than to be hugged by the Literal Angel that you are, though I am a lowly worm.

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buttonheart · 7 months

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So you are a HotWings fan…

How you feel about BakuDeku?

(Not me, want to see chibi BakuDeku makeout. Definitely not me)

Sorry not making out but this is almost like that right?

#ive never drawn them before #im actually not huge on the ship itself but i can see why people do it #i do absolutely adore their relationship in the manga and anime though #theyve come so far #my art #deku #bakugou #mha #bnha

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guardian-angle22 · 1 year

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TK/Carlos + Looks

↳ 2.08 Bad Call

#911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #tk/carlos + looks #this is a mini-look edition lmao #I didn't know where else to fit this so its been sitting in my drafts forever #but its so fucking cute #and I got tired of looking at it in my drafts sitting there so I decided to just post it by itself #but seriously their faces in this kiiilll me #tk is like 'do you see what i've had to deal with my entire life carlos do you see why i am the way i am?'#and carlos is like 'oop. yep. i do'#adorable #my gifs #i'm just imagining how many looks theyve given each other over their parents' shoulders #episode: s02e08 bad call

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cherry-bomb-ships · 11 days

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AAAAAAAH YOU GUYS Check out this AMAZING comm I got from my sweet friend Bea @mothfinite !!!! 🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖 As the very first commission I've gotten for my ship with Mojo Jojo, I couldn't be happier 🥺💖💖💖 Thank you again Bea!!!

[Version without effects as well as the tag list are under the cut. Reblogs are all seen and very appreciated!! 💙🧡💙🧡]

@ava-ships @bee-ships @beetleboyfriend @canongf @clawfull

@cloudyvoid @derelictdumbass @dissonantyote @edencantstopfallininlove @final-catboy

@flowering-darkness @gible-love-nibles @absentmoon @hoppinkiss @hotrodharts

@hyperionshipping @iyamifucker @judetama @lex-n-weegie @little-miss-selfships

@little-shiny-sharpies @loogi-selfships @mandrakebrew @mintpecks @mrs-kelly

@nameless-self-ships @nerdstreak @paper-carnation @patches-and-her-selfships @p-i-t-s

@reds-self-ships @rexscanonwife @ship-trek @spacestationstorybook @squips-ship

@scroldie @toogayforthistoday @winterworlds

#💜: loving you's a felony #🍒🧬: emotional processing lag #self ship #oc x canon #self shipping #ok to rb #self ship community #self insert #fictional other #ppg #i didnt wanna go too ham in the post itself but grbrbbsGRGRRRAAAAAAAAA 💘💖💘💖💘💖💘💖💘💖💖💘💖💘💖💘💖💘💖💘💖💘💖💘#TGIS CAME OUT SO CUUUUUUUTE BEA DID SUCH A GOOD JOB I LOVE IT I LOVE IT 🥺💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖#I JUST ADORE HIM SO MUCH AND THE WAY THIS WAS DRAWN IS SO SO SO CUTE 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖#hhrhgrgrgr i definitely keep coming back to look at it over and over and how can i not!!!! 🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺 i wuv itttttt im gonna 💖💖💖

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coconi · 1 year

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I just finished Tulin's storyline and excuse me while I bawl about this game further cementing the fact that Revali made himself a Champion. He was no descendant of an ancient Sage nor did he have a loving family to train him (that we know of). There was no power destined to be his: he crafted his own version of wind control without any support or spiritual guidance and excelled at it and then he and the other Champions went into battle without the special helms, without a sacred tear/charm to further enhance his abilities, without the certainty of two rulers (and a sage from the future) with god-like powers that could back them up if things went awry. Because of this, the original Sages survived where the Champions did not.

Revali was doomed from the start and if he'd known he would've still honed his craft and piloted Medoh with his beak held high and I am in shambles about it

#totk spoilers #tears of the kingdom spoilers #totk meta #don't mind me i'm having a normal one #and to be perfectly clear: this is not me downplaying tulin's achievements #I adore him and he worked his ass off and he /made/ himself worthy of the title of Sage and i wouldn't have it any differently #son boy son i would die for him #but by god do the champions (and revali in particular) hurt an extra amount in retrospective #totk may refuse to mention the champions by name (at least so far idk about the other regions)#but revali is so fucking present in the negative spaces he inhabits #revali's theme still plays at the flight range #when teba is introduced there is an emphasis on the strip of cloth attached to the great eagle bow #revali's landing is the first area of rito village that clears after the blizzard #the village's main spire is now named after medoh #and tulin looks far more honored to receive revali's bow (which is regarded as the very best) than he is about becoming a sage #it is thanks to revali's sacrifice that the village was granted the chance to thrive and defend itself #and that truth lives on no matter what

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sometimes-petty · 9 months

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Tycho Nestoris is the most character ever, dude shows up, demolishes any dragon nostalgia anyone dared to have, speedruns through the North trying to collect a debt from no one other than the king, and still has time to pick up the two most wanted notables of the realm

#as if a whole ass army wasn't killing itself trying to do said picking up #I mean I adored him already for the dragon bashing but he's a pro for those other things too #tycho nestoris #jon snow #stannis baratheon #theon greyjoy #jeyne poole #a dance with dragons #asoiaf #sometimes-petty

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ele-sme · 8 months

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Jealousy

Neteyam isn't proud of what he just did...

nope, not one bit, not the slightest, he should be ashamed of what he just did.

for context, he was minding his business, on a branch of home tree, fixing his knife making it sharper.

but he was disturbed by someone, a human girl not much younger than him.

she called for him, a little annoyed he abandoned his branch to met the girl.

her short brown hair was messy, inclined that she might have woke up not long ago, even if now was mid afternoon so it was a little strange someone would wake up now.

"Neteyam" she greeted formally and he greeted her too out of politeness.

"i would like to ask you something" she said and her face got to an red shape, some giggles came behind her and Neteyam noticed the girls -a mix between na'vi and humans girls- giggling behind this messy short brown hair girl, that he even forgot the name.

"what is it?" he asked

if she was gonna declare her love for him, he might be rude this time, in a week eight different girls asked to start courting or be their boyfriend.

he was obviously polite with all of them, explaining how he wasn't interested in any girl for the moment being.

but if this one too was gonna confess, he might as well yell that he liked mens.

the girl got redder in the face "i wo- would like to ask Miles out, do you know where he would like to go for a date?" she uttered out.

Miles? who was Mil- oh.

he could feel his body tense out of protectioness, his fangs coming out to be more intimidating for the girl, who rightfully took a step back seeing she provocate such a state in him.

"Spider" he corrected "and I'm so sorry to say it, but he doesn't like dates" he snarled, making the girl back off again.

one of her friends came close taking her gently away with by wrist, hissing slightly at Neteyam.

who responded back louder, before turning around to get back on his branch.

Neteyam seethed with anger as he watched the girl and her friends retreat. His heart raced with a tumultuous mix of emotions—anger, jealousy, and protectiveness. How dare she try to ask out Spider, his secret boyfriend, using his dead name?

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the handle of his knife. His fangs remained exposed, a clear warning to anyone who dared to disturb him.

As he returned to sharpening his knife, the rage inside him began to simmer, but the jealousy still burned brightly.

Neteyam took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

i can't act like this, this is practically saying it to everybody, practically yelling it, and I'm in the main area too..

dad will be so angry with me as soon as he finds out what i did

The teen knew he had reacted strongly, perhaps too strongly.

His protective instincts had kicked in, and he had lashed out at the girl.

But he couldn't help it. The thought of someone trying to encroach on what was his, even if it was a secret relationship, was infuriating.

looking up from his knife and he noticed how the sun was starting to come down, it was the time.

every day, before returning to hell gates, Spider and Neteyam would meet, and spend an hour or so together.

Neteyam climbed down from the branch and started making his way through the lush, vibrant forest of Pandora, in search of Spider.

His heart still beat within jealousy and anger.

calming down a little only when he saw Spider, waiting for him meanwhile he was doing a flower crown.

smiling warmly when he saw Neteyam's figure.

the na'vi set next to his partner, and with not so much effort positioned him on his lap.

a small gesture that both boys liked.

Spider leaned in and lay on Neteyam's chest, continuing working with his colorful crown.

they were in a calm atmosphere, just them, the flowers and the sun going down.

their place, under a tree, their safe place.

some atrokirina was flying around, coming closer from time to time, but never touching one of the boys.

Neteyam feels ashamed not because of what he told the girls, but because he disturbed that calming atmosphere he and Spider had.

only because he could not let this feeling alone in his chest and heart, he could feel them becoming poison if he wouldn't act fast to stop them right away.

"you won't believe what happen today" he said angry

"what?" asked Spider frowning a little at Neteyam's tone, putting his uncompleted flower crown on the ground next to Neteyam's lap.

Neteyam mentally apologise for ruining the quite and lovely atmosphere.

"the girl you always with lately, the one with short brown hair-"

"Jessica?"

"Yes her, she and her friends disturbed me meanwhile i was sharpening the knife, and she asked me the vilest thing ever" There was a palpable sense of fury and vexation in his voice.

Spider was now sitting up, looking Neteyam in his eyes, concerned about what his lover might had encountered before they met.

"she asked me if you would like to go on a date with you" he said "and the worst part is that she said Miles and not Spider," Neteyam said indignated.

again, Neteyam apologies mentally when he saw Spider's face becoming of sadder expersion.

"She called me Miles?" he asked with a tiny voice, that Neteyam had never in twelve years of knowing him heard he use.

and he never wants to hear it again, Spider looking fragile? that really hit him then.

Neteyam brought the boy closer again, making him lay on his chest, and giving him a kiss on the head.

"I'm sorry" he apologies "if it makes you feel better i told her off immediately, she's probably crying right now"

"But i don't want her to cry," Spider said again with the tiny voice, that was killing Neteyam from the inside.

they stayed in that position for a bit, silent again but not nice like before.

"i don't want you to hang out with her anymore," Neteyam said "i do not want to be like those guys Norm makes us see in the magic human box-"

"TV" Spider corrected

"Same thing, the point is that i would prefer if you do not hang out with her anymore, please" he asked and Spider gave a slow nod.

"The way she called you, and without counting that she wants to go out with you"

"Oh," Spider said a little mockingly " Is Neteyam jealous? The mighty warrior Neteyam? The golden son Neteyam? The perfect Neteyam is jealous that a girl wants to ask out to his friend aka secret lover?" he asked with a chuckle, returning to a joyful spirit.

"...Lover is a bit to much-"

Spider pushed him on the ground and the boys started to play wrestling on the soft grass.

they stopped only when even the atrokirina annoyed at them placed themself on the boys's bodys.

"Is late" Spider noticed "do you think i deserve a kiss of goodnight?"

Neteyam nodded without hesitation, and as quickly as light he removed Spider's mask.

giving the human boy a soft kiss on the lips, before putting the mask right back on.

"i would like more" Spider said clicking his tongue.

"and i would like for you to not pass out," Neteyam said clicking his tongue too, but only to slightly annoy Spider.

they said goodbye not long after, getting both scolded because it was now fully dark when they returned to their respective household.

@be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie

#this wrote itself #i love this #AAA #THEY'RE SO CUTE #and gay #they're so gorgeous #i love them #avatar 2 #avatar spider #miles spider socorro #avatar #neteyam #i adore them #nocorro #i am in my nocorro era omg #i need more nocorro fics in my life #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan/miles “spider” socorro

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