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Oh so how about Scaled Herbalist!Zuko?

Miyuki sometimes carries Zuko/Spirit around like a kitten when they're still small.

It's slightly annoying when they steal her favorite sun spot. But they caught a mouse for her as an apology.

The soldiers that come to the herbalist are very concerned about the new pet, that reacts to the same name as her kid that keeps disappearing for some reason.

I hope this makes sense. Sorry for any mistakes.

"I told you," the tiny talking lizard says, "I'm a Spirit."

"Uh," says the Fire Nation solider whose chest is under his teenie-tiny claws.

"Now," it says, and it's impressive how much menace it can exude with the slow cattish undulations of its tail, or the way its little fluffy mane starts standing up hair by hair, "are you going to let me change your bandages, or will I need to burn out an infection?"

Its teeth are like needles and the soldier has a very good view of them. Its breath is very very warm and smells not unlike a coal fire.

"...Could you have opposable thumbs, first?" the man asks.

"Miyuki says thumbs are for the weak."

Teeth and claws approach the his face. The soldier whimpers, as eight ounces of baby dragon start methodically mauling his bandages off.

muffinlance

hear me out NONBINARY HERBALIST ZUKO

Canon.

asbestostrain

I heard nonbinary herbalist Zuko so here I am.

muffinlance

[id: Three sketches, first and last are colored, second is pencil. In all three herbalist!Zuko is wearing non-gendered or feminine-leaning clothes and rocking them.

First: Katara and Zuko are linked arm-in-arm, smiling at each other, in matching Water Tribe outfits. They are practical for movement/fighting AND fashionable. Their hair loopies and long braids match, too.

Second: Portrait sketch of Zuko in more Earth Kingdom-y attire, smiling again, his hair down except for a high bun.

Third: family pic of the Herbalist, Zuko, and Miyuki, who is riding on his shoulder like the fluffy adoptive parent we always knew he needed. Zuko has already had his growth spurt in this one because he is So Tall compared to the old old woman. He carries a small bag, probably of healery stuff, and looks to the Herbalist as she touches his arm. His hair style and outfit are the same as in the second pic, but now we can see him down to his toes and he is rocking another comfortable, practical, and stylish outfit.

End id.]

muffinlance

Oh dude! What happens with the Gang gets to the North Pole with herbalist!Zuko?

“–and girls can only be healers!” Katara raged.

“…Can healers only be girls?” Spirit asked. Which was not what Sokka would have interrupted this particular rant to emphasize.

The answer was a murderous growl that approximated a ‘yes’.

Spirit set his hands on her shoulders. “Katara,” he said, with an intensity unlike any they’d heard before, “hair loopy me.”

beartes22

Oh my god can you picture Pakku (finally, after weeks of not noticing) reacting to this and knowing, just knowing that Spirit is, in fact, Zuko? Iroh’s fugitive nephew he’s scanning the world for?? A boy the whole White Lotus is in alert for? (Apart from the Avatar, that is) and now?? Now that boy?? is?? With?? The Avatar?? And-

“I found your nephew” Says Pakku with a face that could easily pass for a seaprune

“WHAT!” Says the White Lotus Headmaster “Where is he? Is he okay? Does he looks like he’s eating-?”

“He is a MALE HEALER,” that was a bit loud. Pakku took a breath to calm himself. He has to be like an iceberg, big, serene and terrible. Also, hiding the 90% of himself at all times. “That is partially responsible for the Feminist Agenda,” another deep breath, “with those blasted hair loopies of his”

“He’s okay!” Iroh has never looked this happu before. For the terrible Dragon of the West, when he smiles like that he looks like a witless goat-bear

Pakku does not shout at his Lotus Partner incandescent happiness and doesn’t lament how he could have killed on the side that Spirit-FirePrince and no one would ever known.

Iroh is still babbling about ‘his brave honorable nephew’ and Pakku remembers like yesterday how the boy threw his battle strategy ice figurines to the floor without losing eye contact and regrets.

muffinlance

Zuko didn’t even have anything to add, really, he was just being an asshole cat.

muffinlance

Oh dude! What happens with the Gang gets to the North Pole with herbalist!Zuko?

"--and girls can only be healers!" Katara raged.

"...Can healers only be girls?" Spirit asked. Which was not what Sokka would have interrupted this particular rant to emphasize.

The answer was a murderous growl that approximated a 'yes'.

Spirit set his hands on her shoulders. "Katara," he said, with an intensity unlike any they'd heard before, "hair loopy me."

muffinlance

what is Herdbalist Zuko's hair like?

YES. Finally, someone asking the IMPORTANT questions!

“Well I would have brought my comb. But you kidnapped me.”

“You are just not gonna let that go, are you,” Sokka said.

“Sokka,” Katara said. “Aang did pull him into the saddle. While he was saying ‘no.’ And then we didn’t ever bring him back.”

“Because there is an evil fire-shooty admiral guy after us! ‘Us’ including him! Which I am still waiting on an explanation for, but I will at least accept a ‘thank you Team Avatar for saving me!’ ”

“Well,” Spirit said.

“Do not–”

“I would have brought my gratitude–”

“–finish that.”

“But you kidnapped me.”

He didn’t even say it accusingly. He said it while scratching the sweet spot at the base of a lemur’s tail, smiling with airy indifference, as Katara sat behind him combing out the bison-flight tangles from his ridiculously luxuriant waves of hair.

“Did you leave your dignity behind, too?” Sokka accused. “What kind of man has hair down to his butt–”

“Longer than that,” Katara reports, running her comb through just a section of that hair because they would probably both have to be standing for her to get a full swipe in.

“–and lets another man’s little sister play hair stylist? Do you not know the danger of surrendering hair control to a little sister?”

“I can think of worse things a little sister could do.” Their demure firebender kidnappee continued to smile. Sokka would have really appreciated if he’d been a surly firebending prisoner instead.

“I’m going to give you hair loops,” Katara said. “Beads or no beads?”

“No beads!” Sokka snapped.

“Just do the opposite of whatever your brother says.”

“Beads!”

“I’m so glad you agree,” his little sister said, sickly-sweet, her smile matching the firebender’s smirk.

It was stupid how good his hair looked when Katara was done. All… loopy, and beady. And every day on the flight north it got more and more complicated because there wasn’t much to do on the back of a bison, until there were tiny braidy loops and swirls intertwining everywhere and a loopy-beady high bun, and still so much hair left to cascade down his back, and it didn’t even get sufficiently ruined when the Northern waterbenders attacked even though Sokka’s hair looked like a hare-possum had died in it.

And one of their warriors offered the guy a hand down from Appa when they got to the city. What was with that?

“She’s pretty,” said warrior sighed, as all that hair went swishing after Aang and Katara.

Sokka squawked.

“Sorry,” the guy said. “Your sister?”

Additional squawking ensued.

alopexplasma

bulky winter coat that hides general figure? check demurely lowering gaze and responding only in the shyest of manly-voice-obscuring whispers? check and check Sokka’s increasing squawk frequency making him seem protective rather than about to die from surrealism-induced asphyxiation? overly checked and after all the taller sister doesn’t have a betrothal necklace

If you wanna land a woman like that her family ought to know you can provide for her. Just about every day some fellow or other is stopping by to drop off gifts. Fine, sharp bone needles, nice fatty blubber from the last harvest, enough meat to get into Sokka’s good graces. A basket of newly hatched puffinlemmings, they’ll be real tender simmered up in broth-

Sokka blinks and the bearer of delicious snacks is flailing and splashing in the canal. Spirit swishes inside with the meeping basket while Sokka is busy saving his fellow young water warrior from the icy grip of icy drowning.

“So, uh. Sorry about the hypothermia, man, I guess this is it, thanks for all the meat, it’s been real-“

“Wow. She’s gonna be SUCH a great mom.“

The squawkings will continue until morale improves.

muffinlance

Katara went past jealous-on-principle and straight to this-is-hilarious on like, day two. It helps that Spirit makes it clear early and often that they are sharing everything, and that hair clip would look much better on Katara, also see how you can take out the stabby part and use it for actual stabbing in a pinch? Boys never think to be wary of the hairpieces.

This is what having a big sister would be like, isn’t it?

Meanwhile Sokka started out nonverbal on all this because what is his life, and progressed to playing along because even more healer training for their healer is a good move.

Having now seen and overheard way too many comparisons between his sweet demure absolute lady of an older sister and his wild boyish younger sister, Sokka is now in the Carry His Club And Use It Liberally stage. Because these northerners wouldn’t know a lady if she water-whipped them and also what does either fighting or healing or doing chores when they need doing have to do with being a lady. Or a gent.

…His brain hurts so now he’s going to physically make other people’s brains hurt, is what he’s saying. And DON’T TALK ABOUT HIS SISTERS. Either of them.

monkeebratz

I wrote a thing bc i have no self control.

She’s too pale, with too bright eyes, which speak of the realities of what’s been happening in the South, and other things Tarkik really doesn’t want to think about, just like her scar. But. But she’s so very, very pretty. She practically glides down when he helps her off the Avatar’s sky bison, floats over the ice. Its almost like she’s dancing, sometimes. He’s never seen her slip, never seen her anything other than graceful, even in the face of her little sisters ridiculous show of power against the North’s most powerful Waterbending Master.

(That’s not necessarily true. She had clutched at Katara’s arm and tried to convince her to stop, he’d overheard as they’d past him while he stood on guard at the doors, panic clear on her face, marring it more than the scar ever seemed to.)

She’s graceful even when she dumps him into polar waters to save puffinlemmings from the literal stew pot. Its so sweet, he thinks, that she’s so concerned about such soft, little creatures.

Of course, he would never presume upon her. Her younger siblings, and to a lesser extent, the Avatar, are willing to step in and defend her honor. And they’re all equally terrifying in their very own ways. Ways he grows to accept when he see’s Spirit (and what a strange name, but oddly fitting) catching the Avatar by the edge of his robes to ground him, or bullies Sokka into sitting down with them all and taking a breather, or wraps her hand around Katara’s arm to keep her from launching herself at the other benders who talk shit about her loud enough for her to overhear.

If Tarkik sighs dreamily and leans against his spear a little when he see’s Spirit walking along the canals with Princess Yue, well. His fellow guards stopped teasing him about it days ago. After all, its hard to not appreciate just how graceful she is next to the Moon Graced Princess herself.

He’s also noticed both the Princess and Spirit have beads and ice in their hair, now. From Spirit’s little sister, and her hair sparkles like the stars at night, and oh. Well. Quimmiq’s hand holds fast to the back of his parka, keeping him from falling off the edge of the wall. And Spirit and the Princess turn the corner and he can only grin sheepishly at the man who really looks like he was considering thumping him with the end of his spear. As if that would keep him focused on guard detail with a paragon of Northern Water Tribe femininity right in front of his eyes.

(Learning that Spirit is in fact, Zuko, a believed-dead Fire Nation (ex?) Prince boggles his mind but y’know what. Tarkik still thinks Spirit’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.)

casadefreewill

muffinlance

[id: A series of color images set on the Gaang’s arrival to the North Pole.

First: The focus is on Spirit-Zuko’s hand, clasped in someone else’s as they’re helped down from Appa. Spirit’s face is demurely turned away, their hair in a traditional Water Tribe woman’s style a la Kya. There are anime sparkles and soft lighting all around them.

Second: Spirit turns to face the one helping them down. Their face is largely obscured, as in a dazzling yet fleeting memory. More sparkles.

Third: Sokka stands slack-jawed as three young northern Tribesmen watch Spirit go. Dialogue from the men:

Wow

She’s as beautiful as the star hung sky

She’s so far out of your league bro

End id.]

theandrogynousdragon

Not Quite A Cat

The cat was talking. The cat was talking in an old woman's voice. Zuko was also certain that the cat was not, strictly speaking, a cat, just as Agni wasn't a dragon, not exactly. Zuko supposed it made sense that a healing spirit was a cat. The fluffy white cat sat on him and kneaded his chest, the old woman's voice gently telling him to sleep. He heard the woman say "Miyuki" right before he drifted off. Beautiful snow. A good name for a healing spirit. Snow was clean, and you needed things clean to heal.

---

Miyuki knew the sick-human-kitten was different from the other sick-humans her acolyte brought in. He could sense her Spirithood, which was rare, even for those especially attuned to the Spirit World. Miyuki was a lesser Spirit, after all. She decided to keep the Agni-touched-sick-human-kitten. Her acolyte was getting older and needed a helper, and Miyuki was fascinated by the strange human. She nodded decisively. That was that. He was her kitten now, hers. And he would walk with her Blessing, such as it was.

The Shu-blessed-sick-human winced as her kitten feverishly muttered apologies to his father, begging the man not to burn him. The Shu-blessed-sick-human rumbled in a voice like stone, "whoever his father is, don't let him go back there."

He was speaking to her acolyte, of course, but Miyuki nodded too. She would have no say over his actions when he left her den, but she would do her best to tell her kitten that.

Her kitten woke up, weeks later, blinking open one cat-gold eye and one marred one, looked at Miyuki, and whispered that his name was Spirit.

Time passed, as it always did, and her kitten adjusted to only having one working eye and ear. He grew strong and capable, learning the healing arts from the acolyte. He learned how to hunt, how to step silently, how to bare his teeth and snarl from Miyuki. He unlearned his fear of fire from the other Agni-touched-humans that came to the mountain (one even taught him the secret of shaping cold-crackling-fire-from-the-sky). Spirit's dark head-fur grew long and silken, as well-kept as Miyuki's own.

And every night for three years, Miyuki sat by his head as he slept and whispered, "do not go back to your father, my kitten. He does not deserve that title. He has hurt you already and I don't want to see you hurt anymore. But," she added, for no one ever said a Lesser Spirit of Healing could not be vengeful, "if you must go back, tear out his throat and display his body before the den of your enemies."

A fine summer morning brought Raava-in-Fei-Lian-blessed-kitten-skin, and Miyuki knew her kitten would go with him, just as she knew her own name. Spirit went to the door on steady, silent feet, and Miyuki could not help but mrow, one last time, "do not go back to your father, my kitten."

Spirit's smile was sharp-toothed. "But if I must, I will tear out his throat and display his body in front of the den of my enemies." Then he turned, and walked away. He had her Blessing, Miyuki reassured herself. Fire could not harm him now. Yet like any mother-cat, she worried for her fierce Agni-touched-kitten.

Inspired by @muffinlance 's herbalist Zuko au. It went... a few inches to the left. Zuko can understand cat spirits now don't ask me why I have no clue. Most of this is in Miyuki's POV but the very first bit is Zuzu

muffinlance

<3<3<3

equisitevoid

chiptrillino

okay listen! the idea of herbalist!zuko form @muffinlance is funny and keept me motivated last week. there is for the first time not additional angst there. just zuko/spirith joining the gaang early with loong loong hair. i needed to get this images out of my system.

so thank you for muffin and every anon and person that contributed to this au! and now my bain is thinking of iroh joining his nephue, making pakkun and sokka more confused/disdraught(?) _________________________

art by - @chiptrillino

muffinlance

[id: Color image, front and back portrait views of Spirit-Zuko rocking an epically complex yet entirely tasteful hairstyle including, but not limited to, hair loopies and tactically free strands of bangs, two low ponytails hanging over their shoulders, two distinct high buns in a centered line, and a crisscross of braids around their loose hair in back.

It’s reminiscent of the most complicated hairstyles you’ll find in ancient time-y Chinese or Korea live action dramas and it is so beautiful and I lack the hair vocabulary to do it justice. Just know that Spirit wears it well. End id.]

starrforge

What if Clockwork was a God and only strong ghost could see it

writing-prompt-s

You’re a daycare worker, watching over toddlers, when the imminent end of the world is announced. It becomes increasingly clear none of the kids’ parents are going to show up as the end inches nearer.

bixbythemartian

[Audio starts]

“Mom has been texting me for the last twenty minutes. She wants me to come home. It’s a four hour drive, when the roads are clear, and from what I hear everybody is trying to get somewhere right now. There’s no telling if I’d even-”

“Everybody else has left. All the other kids were picked up, the other staff left. They gave me all the keys. I promised to stay and wait for as long as- well. Even if some of the parents show up, I guess some of them won’t, so I’m just waiting. Until.”

[Clears throat.]

“A couple of people came after everybody left. Peter, one of Aidan’s fathers, gave me three hundred dollars for staying. What am I going to do with money? It’s- anyway. I kind of get it. He wanted to give me something.”

[Audio ends]

[Audio starts]

“They’re all between 2 and 4.” Sniff. “They’re so little. Too little to really- maybe if they were older, I’d have to tell them something. But um. I’m just- trying to stay calm and keep them happy and occupied. I think that’s the best thing, right now.”

[Heaving breaths.]

“I normally use this recorder to help me remember stuff. It’s just, uh, habit to talk to it. I don’t know. They’re napping, right now. I’ve got the baby monitor, they know that if they talk into it, I’ll come, so-”

[Sobbing.]

[Audio ends]

[Audio starts]

“Mom keeps texting, so I blocked her. I sent her a text telling her goodbye, first, but. I do. But these kids need me.”

[Sniff.]

“I tried calling their parents again, but I can’t get anybody. It’s just busy signals. I called the firefighter station, 911. I can’t get through to anybody.”

[Shaky breath.]

“I went out into the yard. Um, I think they can play. It’s nice out, and you can’t really see it yet. Little bit of a glimmer, if they ask I’ll just tell them it’s a plane, but it’s nice out and we’ve got hours before-”

[Murmuring child’s voice, indistinguishable.]

[Audio ends]

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bixbythemartian

[Audio starts]

[Clears throat.]

[Audio ends]

[Audio starts]

[Heaving breaths.]

[Sobbing.]

[Audio ends]

[Audio starts]

“Mom keeps texting, so I blocked her. I sent her a text telling her goodbye, first, but. I do. But these kids need me.”

[Sniff.]

“I tried calling their parents again, but I can’t get anybody. It’s just busy signals. I called the firefighter station, 911. I can’t get through to anybody.”

[Shaky breath.]

[Murmuring child’s voice, indistinguishable.]

[Audio ends]

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voiceless-terror

Jon wears a leather jacket to work. No one is immune.

Jon’s running late.

He doesn’t often run late. Ever since he got the promotion, he’s been working overtime- coming in early, staying late, sometimes not leaving at all. He had a mess on his hands, and its one he intends to fix.

So while it’s been some time since he’s seen Rosie at the front desk, it isn’t enough for her to do a double take. But that she does, her usually stoic face going red and her eyes widening in what looks like shock. That’s a bit dramatic.

“O-Oh!” She’s stuttering. Rosie never stutters. “G-Good morning, Jon. You look- you’re looking very nice today!”

That can’t be true. He slept through his alarm, something he hasn’t done in ages. He didn’t have time to comb his hair and decided to leave it in the messy bun from yesterday- at least it’s out of his way. He skipped shaving altogether and couldn’t find his usual cardigan, instead resorting to an old, beat up leather jacket from college. It’s seen better days, and it reeks of guilty cigarettes snuck in his most desperate hours. The picture of professionalism he is not.

“Um, okay,” is the only response he can think of giving, scurrying past her desk and down to the basement. He doesn’t have time to parse that interaction out, not when his assistants are probably already gathered round, gossiping about his absence. Sure enough Tim’s sitting on Sasha’s desk, smirking and whispering something as he walks through the door, keeping his head down with a grumbled “Good morning.”

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speakerunfolding

I blacked out after reading this fic and woke up with a drawing of the pic Sasha took

shadow0haven

Whispers so uh I drew a Monstrous Jon from this fic that was plotted in the Magnus Writers server from ArtificalDaydreams and their awesome ficlet and I'm just... obsessed honestly. Jon taking care of himself and being a monster? Sign me up

Bonus: corner Martin

occasionalsnippets

MASTERLIST

Anon List

Tagging on This Blog

List of AUs on This Blog

SCP:

Anomalous/Retrograde Motion AU

Unsuited For Death (Scp 049 X Reader, implied Scp 035 X Reader)

Like (Scp 3999 X Reader)

JJBA:

Escapism AU

Genshin Impact:

Wanderer AU

Golden Ichor (Venti X Reader, implied Gen, SAGAU)

Kindness Of Stars (Impostor X Reader, implied Gen, SAGAU)

Stardust (Lumine X Reader, implied Gen, SAGAU)

BNHA:

Temporary Hero AU Concept (Escapism AU + BNHA)

One Piece:

The Maiden of the Sea AU

TWST:

Preview of Sidereal AU

DCU:

Lazarus (Gen, Gotham AU)

Your Brother’s Family/Family Dissonance AU

JJK:

Mahito!Reader excerpt

Rise of the Othergod Apostle:

Theory of Narrative Thought AU

Original:

you’ll live forever tonight (Vampire X Reader)

Miscellaneous:

Toys (Reader Insert)

Dreamy (Reader Insert)

Doomed to Fate (Reader Insert)

A collection of snippets

Fic Recs, 2

occasionalsnippets

What if Ancient's cult was really bad a summoning and they summoned a completely different Mc

That Mc is just written in the books that the Foundation managed to recover as "The One Worthy Enough" or some other title.

Mostly cause Ancient has got to figure out how to send them back, so they're there

They aren't any pictures only rough drawings and mentions of them being similar.

----'----

Now the foundation following in the cults footsteps

It'll be pure chaos cause Ancient is there but so is this other person who know (insert these people) in their universe

Ancient is not happy

The other Mc gets somewhat of a break tho

It's always a bit of a mess whenever the other MC gets dragged out. Thankfully, ancient eldritch MC is pretty good at dealing with it when the situation does arise. They're experienced enough (old enough) to fix things and send the other MC back to where they're meant to be in a reasonable amount of time.

Despite the fact that the other MC is likely completely human, anyone who is aware of ancient eldritch MC is still real jumpy around them, whether they're pretending to be the ancient eldritch MC or not.

occasionalsnippets

MASTERLIST

Anon List

Tagging on This Blog

List of AUs on This Blog

SCP:

Anomalous/Retrograde Motion AU

Unsuited For Death (Scp 049 X Reader, implied Scp 035 X Reader)

Like (Scp 3999 X Reader)

JJBA:

Escapism AU

Genshin Impact:

Wanderer AU

Golden Ichor (Venti X Reader, implied Gen, SAGAU)

Kindness Of Stars (Impostor X Reader, implied Gen, SAGAU)

Stardust (Lumine X Reader, implied Gen, SAGAU)

BNHA:

Temporary Hero AU Concept (Escapism AU + BNHA)

One Piece:

The Maiden of the Sea AU

TWST:

Preview of Sidereal AU

DCU:

Lazarus (Gen, Gotham AU)

Your Brother’s Family/Family Dissonance AU

JJK:

Mahito!Reader excerpt

Rise of the Othergod Apostle:

Theory of Narrative Thought AU

Original:

you’ll live forever tonight (Vampire X Reader)

Miscellaneous:

Toys (Reader Insert)

Dreamy (Reader Insert)

Doomed to Fate (Reader Insert)

A collection of snippets

Fic Recs, 2

eleooooooo

Twins. Sisters. Brothers. Besties. Two of them. Arc Pistols

sharenadraculea

There are definetly Night Lord Neophytes in 40k learning about first captain Sevatar and his prisoner of war Rushal, with whom he slept in the same bed for years exclusivly for security purposes. Sadly no one knows anymore why Rushal was such a valuable prisoner

sharenadraculea

Old Night Lords: Thousand yard stare whenever Sev and Rushal get mentioned because they could not keep their clothes on or the doors locked Middle aged Night Lords: Surely there is a platonic explanation for sleeping in the same bed, holding hands, writing love letters with cutesy nicknames and not closer described loud noises coming from rooms they were alone in Young Night Lords: Captive has become a widely used slang for Boyfriend. Several thousand works under the Sevatar/Rushal tag on space AO3

like-tears-in-rain-storms

That makes it especially awkward when talking about actual captives XD

"I bring two captives from the Baalite cruiser!"

"Well good for you, why do we need to know what you do in your bed?"

"....No, I mean, "captive" captives.

Young Night Lord: Aren't they just so dreamy? Hope I find me a captain like that.

Other Young Night Lord: Shut up, the Exalted said whoever is sneaking into his office and leaving Cap and Raven smut on his personal cogitator will be sacrificed to whatever Chaos god calls dibs on him.

Also,slightly NSFW (but it happened you can't convince me it didn't)

purplebutwarhammer

Veteran Night Lord: Now I’ve been hearing you all gossiping about this Captains and Captives malarkey so I want to make it very clear that there’ll be no hand holding or kissing on missions, working of the adrenaline is one thing but if I hear of anymore pet names over the vox there’ll be serious consequences.

Young Night Lords: Yes sir : (

Do you think it becomes part of training for other legions to explain to their marines that if a Night Lords ever says he’s taking you captive he means he’s taking you on a date? Imagine being captured during a battle and instead of getting your skin stolen you’re thrown over someone’s shoulder whilst he’s blushing and shyly introducing you to his squad as his captive.

like-tears-in-rain-storms

#asking who’s the captor and who’s the captive is considered very gauche#people get into active arguments on the secret NL fanfic forums about stereotypes assigned to each roll#someone wrote an ooc Raven and Captain fic that made Rushal a damsel in distress and the thread had to be locked after ten pages#someone drew Sevatar as taller and people lost their minds#it ended in someone hacking classified files to get a picture of them to prove that the Raven was taller and stockier#and then someone suggested maybe Sevatar was the captive in the relationship#five people got their accounts banned

Is it my idea or did we do the impossible and make Wh40k even more bleak by including fanfic wars XD

Captive: Aaaah, I'm flattered.

NL: What?

Captive: You, taking me captive....I'm very flattered you'd think of it in the middle of an active battlefield....

NL:.....Oh, sorry. I actually took you as a literal captive, not....

Captive: Aw.

NL: Sorry for hurting your feelings.

Captive: It's ok. Pity though, you have pretty eye....lenses. Like that red hue. And your skulls are very nicely cleaned.

NL: blushing.....thanks.

sharenadraculea

…who is waking up a dreadnought to ask them if they know who was bottoming?

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