Keep thinking about proposing to Toph bxhsjs like.. she'd know you're up to something 100%, and she'd probably figure it out before you even ask. So like she tries to brace herself and be nonchalant about it, but the second she's actually faced with the question, she crumbles and gets super emotional AUGHH
adult!toph x reader — proposal
toph beifong knows. you could be the most discreet woman alive, moving with the elegance of a moonlit assassin, and she’d still be like, “why is your heartbeat tap-dancing?”
that’s unfair! you have spent weeks planning this proposal with the precision of a deranged scholar inventing a new branch of mathematics.
you have charts, backup charts, and a contingency plan titled: IF SHE FIGURES IT OUT, GASLIGHT LOVINGLY.
unfortunately, toph is toph—she clocks you immediately. the second you start acting even slightly weird, she’s suspicious. and by “slightly weird,” i mean you casually ask her what kind of metal she likes and then panic so badly you pretend you were talking about cookware.
toph just stares in your general direction, barefoot, arms crossed, smirking like a war criminal. “sure, babe. pots.” she knows you’re up to something, but she doesn’t know the exact shape of it yet.
or maybe she does, because this woman can sense lies through the floorboards, so she starts bracing herself badly. she decides she’s going to be cool about it.
she starts making little comments because she cannot help herself. “you’ve been twitchy lately.”
“i am not twitchy.”
“your left foot says otherwise.”
“my left foot is private.”
“your left foot is a snitch.”
and you’re sitting there—fantastic—your anatomy has joined the opposition.
toph tries to act like she’s not thinking about it, but she absolutely is.
she’s quieter than usual. she picks more fights just to feel normal. she calls you dummy in that casual tone that makes it sound like a felony. she steals food from your plate. she leans into your space.
“you’d be lost without me.”
“that’s why i’m trying to keep you, toph.”
toph freezes.
you freeze.
aang probably feels the emotional seismic event from three towns over.
“wow. corny. i’m embarrassed for both of us.”
but her ears are red. the actual proposal is not grand in the shiny, palace-balcony, doves-exploding-into-song way. no.
you propose on a cliffside after a sparring match, both of you dusty and laughing, your ribs aching, your hair a crime scene. the sun is setting. the dirt is warm under her feet. your heart is trying to unionize.
you don’t kneel dramatically at first and your brain chooses that exact moment to whisper, is kneeling too heteronormative or is the symbolic lowering of oneself romantically efficient?
toph tilts her head. “are you okay?”
“no. i’m being aerodynamic.”
“that means nothing.”
“it means i love you.”
you take her hand, and her fingers are calloused and warm and impossibly steady.
she already knows. you know she knows. she knows you know she knows. but then you actually say her name, suddenly she’s not smug.
you tell her you want every version of her; the loud one, the soft one she pretends does not exist, the bratty one who steals your blanket and then calls you dramatic for shivering, the fearless one, the scared one, the one who hears the world better than anyone—but still lets your voice be one of her favorite places to land.
you tell her that loving her feels less like falling and more like choosing solid ground, again and again and again.
toph’s mouth opens—but nothing comes out. which is terrifying because toph without commentary is basically a natural disaster warning.
then you ask. “will you marry me?”
she crumbles not elegantly. she makes this tiny broken sound and looks furious about it. “are you kidding me?”
you panic for half a second. “emotionally or legally?”
then she grabs you. both hands in your shirt, yanking you close like she’s mad at you for being the love of her life.
her forehead hits your shoulder. she is definitely crying. she will deny this later with the confidence of a corrupt politician.
“you dummy,” she mutters.
“is that a yes?”
“i swear to every badgermole in existence—”
“toph beifong.”
“yes!” she snaps. “obviously yes. spirits, you’re so dummy.”
then she kisses you before you can say anything. it’s messy and salty and laughing through tears, her hands gripping you like she’s anchoring herself to the only thing in the world that makes sense.
when she pulls back, she jabs a finger into your chest. “you made me cry.”
“i made you happy.”
you slide the ring onto her finger, and she goes quiet again. her thumb brushes over it. once. twice. she’s memorizing the shape. “you… really wanna be stuck with me… forever?”
and your brain—traitorous little lightning noodle—supplies about seven philosophical responses. instead, you kiss her knuckles. “toph, i’ve been stuck on you for years.”
she groans. “that was disgusting.”
“you loved it.”
“i loved you. the line was a misdemeanor.”
then she kisses you again anyway.
a/n: sorry this took a hot minute to post, beloved anon! rl has been chewing on my ankle lately. i’ve been busy with work and, for the record, i do not enjoy labor. lmao. anyway, thank you for your patience and i hope this feeds the toph hc <3
The Shehab family (@danashehab) has been verified and fundraising for over a year. They, along with @amalashournew have started a new campaign to support their families. Their families have been displaced countless times, and they are currently completely unsheltered without even a tent.
Amal's husband was shot in the foot by IOF soldiers, and Amal herself is pregnant with a fast-approaching due date. These families have come together to raise funds to support themselves and their loved ones, and they need our support now more than ever. I was able to donate $15 to these two families. If you're able, please match my donation (any amount up to or more than $15 is fine, whatever you're able to give!). Here is the link to their fundraiser:
Hello friends, I'm Sahar! Lia & I are friends of the Ashours & Shehabs, and we'll be helping them run this campaign. Both families have had
If you're not able to donate, please reblog their posts. Share the Shehab and Ashour families' fundraisers with others outside of tumblr, anyone you know who is willing and able to help. Let's do everything we can to get them the funds they need as quickly as possible!
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Thank you so much, my friend Sarah @sar-soor .We urgently need help. Amal is due to give birth soon. She and her baby need special medical care. Please donate whatever you can.
Would anyone be interested if I made some black clover reader insert type shit? There's like barely anything on here that wasn't posted 3 years ago so I might as well contribute.
Would anyone be interested if I made some black clover reader insert type shit? There's like barely anything on here that wasn't posted 3 years ago so I might as well contribute.
Here is the link to my new campaign for the third time after my campaign was deleted and my money was stolen and I did not take anything for my children. I hope you are well and help me with an urgent donation for my children. We need food, drink and shelter such as tents, tarpaulins and treatment.😢
I have created this campaign on behalf of my good friend Sahar, a Gazan woman who needs help saving her children. Below are her words:
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Here is the link to my new campaign for the third time after my campaign was deleted and my money was stolen and I did not take anything for my children. I hope you are well and help me with an urgent donation for my children. We need food, drink and shelter such as tents, tarpaulins and treatment.😢
I have created this campaign on behalf of my good friend Sahar, a Gazan woman who needs help saving her children. Below are her words:
vetted by association. @/a-ss-123 is a relative of @/burningnightgiver (@/burningnightgiver's campaign has been Shared by @/90-ghost, also see post here)
No Donations so far!!!
You can enter my freshwater pearl necklace raffle if you donate to this fundraiser!
(fyi @/90-ghost is a palestinian blogger who tries to find and support legitimate Gazan fundraisers)
Tagging for reach~ Please dm me if you want of the mailing list! Thank you!
Hello everyone, if you can please share and donate to the Shehab family’s campaign to support them through displacement and famine. Sahar, her family of eight (five of whom are children), and extended family (three are children) need funds to survive as food, water, formula and baby products become more and more scarce and expensive. All donations will go towards evacuation funds, and to help them recover afterwards and build towards a brighter future once more. Please keep this family in your hearts and minds, and show them your kindness through sharing and donating, thank you. @danashehab is one of the accounts for the family who contacted and asked me to make this post for them.
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The air still smelt like battle. Smoke, air, blood, betrayal. It’s the kind of smell that you never forget because of how traumatic the war was. The kind of stench that never truly fades– not from the battlefield, but from your memory.
They crowned Asta as the Wizard King a year ago. Around that same time, you wore WIllian Vangeance’s– no. his former mantle: Captain of the Golden Dawn.
You stood on the edge of the base’s tower, just right above the training yard, watching knights practice how to break their enemies bones using their squadmates as friendly practice. This was all fine, although there were certain pieces, and people missing.
Klaus and Mimosa were near you, watching the others as well.
Obviously, he wasn’t here. You didn’t go to the coronation. You couldn’t stomach it. The look he gave you across the grand banquet hall the night before– when the verdict was announced like a whisper in the wind– was enough. He didn’t speak. There was no need for him to open his mouth. You could sense his mana getting twisted with the storm brewing in him, sharp, bold and silent. Thinking about that moment made your heart twist with its tubes. That day still haunts you more than you can handle.
The clang of weapons echoed through the courtyard. Golden Dawn members pushed themselves harder these days– more magic, more force, more hunger to prove that they still belonged at number one of all the squads. You watched from the top of the tower, arms folded, eyes hyperfocused but tired.
Klaus barked corrections to your subordinates, like his voice and those glasses of his could contort mana itself. Mimosa stood beside you, watching silent, but peacefully.
“This one’s a little sloppy with his reinforcement spells,” she pointed at one of the knights with a fixed stare, “He may even burn himself before he can land a blow.”
You nodded in agreement. “He’ll burn himself that way. That’ll teach him." You muttered.
You felt Klaus shooting you a glance, half disapproving, half impressed. You weren’t Vangeance, and you certainly weren’t him. You had your own ways of leading. You were a sharpshooter. Less patient. Evidently colder.
You didn’t mind.
You felt a small gust of wind coming to the right of you, causing you to raise a brow. Your messenger crow was coming towards you. That was strange because you rarely have been receiving messages since last year, before the war with the Spade Kingdom and the Dark Triad. Finally, the crow comes before you, letter in mouth. You take it from the crow and read who it is from.
Asta.
Captain ______
I’d like to talk with you. If possible, could we please talk today? Alone?
Asta
Your fingers tightened around the paper. His handwriting still remains horrible and hard to read, but you felt the serious tone through the ink.
He wants to talk to me? About what? Nothing has happened since the war last year. Forget that, I haven’t spoken to Asta since he’s become the Wizard King…
It was something you had to think about. Talking to Asta wasn’t the hard part because he wasn’t a person that was hard to approach. The matter was: what was there to talk about? Your ex-boyfriend lost in a lifelong battle for the throne that Asta now sits on, even though your ex was the one who had all the accolades and was recognized the most, and he still lost. In the end, he was second place, to the boy that was feared the most by the nobles of the kingdom, most recognized for “trouble”.
Tch. You would be salty too.
“Klaus. Please watch over everyone’s training.” You sighed, looking at him.
“Where are you going?” He asked.
“Asta wants to speak to me.” Was all you said before using your Heaven’s String Magic to make a portal and teleport to wherever Asta was.
✾✾✾
You had invisible-like strings on everyone you cared for. How your magic worked was that you could turn atoms of your body into strings and attach them onto people, places, objects, animals, any living or inanimate structure and control them using said strings. So, in this case, since you care about Asta, your strings guided you through the portal and sent you to Hage Village. Asta’s childhood village.
“Hage Village, huh?” You said allowed as you looked around from the onto the hill you were standing on.
“ _/_…” You heard a male’s voice from behind you. You quickly turned around as soon as you heard the first syllable of your name. The male had ash-blond hair, big but stunning bright, vibrant green eyes, a black right arm, a black vest, a red cape which covered his left arm that had the Black Bulls insignia on it, black pants and boots, and a soft smile that sat on his face.
(@/ sk_martins_ on twitter/X)
“Asta…” You stared at him intensely with wide eyes. You could cry just by being in his presence. You couldn’t believe it was actually him now. The boy you used to visit every month for 10 years from your manor just to watch him fail at magic every single day of his life, just for him now to be the Wizard King of the Clover Kingdom that stood right in front of you; as if you were his best friend and not one of his Magic Knight Captains.
“You look so different now that you're Captain of the Golden Dawn!” He beamed, pulling you in for a hug.
“You can’t be talking, Wizard King Asta.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around him gently.
“Just call me Asta. That’s enough for me.”
“Just call me Yuno. That’s enough for me.” A wild flashback appeared in your brain. Your heart sank because of the similarity of the two boys. You shook that memory away. You lifted your arms from him and took a step back, to look at him once again.
“Uhm…” You look away from him and to the vibrant grass staring at your black and gold knee-high boots, something to avoid eye contact, anything to not look at that optimistic gaze of his. “What did you want to talk about? It has been awhile.” You asked, still looking away.
“I was worried. It’s been a year since I’ve last seen you. I mean, I’ve heard updates from Klaus, and you know, the reports coming from the Golden Dawn but, I haven’t seen you. I was worried. Have I done something to make you stay away from me?”
“It’s been a year since we’ve last seen each other?” You now looked at him with a raised eyebrow, your heart slightly dropping at the realization. You haven’t noticed until now but, you’ve been avoiding everyone who isn’t a Golden Dawn member since the war against Spade. It wasn’t on purpose, but it was a response to the trauma you’ve experienced. It was hard to look at people, talk to others, tell everyone how you’re doing, and communicate with your fellow captains.
“No…” You shook your head. “That’s impossible, Asta.” You confidently retorted.
“Well, it sure has felt that way.” Asta pouted. “Just because you accidentally tangled yourself in your strings while successfully tangling up Lucius in the process doesn’t mean isolate yourself from us. That helped us win the fight.”
It was also that as well. That specific moment where you gain momentum after slashing down one of Lucius’ clones, you were able to salvage some remains of molecules from your body that were turned into strings because of your magic and target them right at him. The problem was though, he was levels above. Lucius saw that, and so did everyone else once you were tangled in your own magic. This makes you feel uneasy and anxious when reminded of that moment.
“It doesn’t matter if I was able to concentrate my magic into trapping him, he copied it and made it his own. And even if it was just for that very moment, I was weak. A man was able to successfully use my magic against me in the exact manner I use it against my enemies. It was humbling.” You explained, your heart slowly dragging down to your stomach, wanting this conversation to be over.
“But, because of that, we won. That’s all that matters.” Asta spoke with a serious tone, staring right at you. You looked at him back and blinked slowly, eyes squinted from the exhaustion of thinking back to last year. Somehow, the vision in his eyes was still bright enough to make another star, even after all Asta has been through. He’s grown, he’s more mature now. Hell, he’s even 5'7 after a year. Who knew growth spurts could happen within a couple of months?
“I guess.” You finally looked away and scoffed.
“You’re always guessing.” He pouted, raising an eyebrow.
“I guess.” You scoffed again.
“Oh come on, _ /_!” He exclaimed, evidently tired of your dry humor.
“Is that why you wanted to speak to me? Because of my lack of appearances? Or was it something else?”
“I wanted to ask you about… Yuno.” You stiffened. It wasn’t obvious but Asta saw that in your body language. You didn’t like that he noticed. There was a silence between you two. All that could be heard from the wind passing the nearby trees, the work of the farmers, and the distant chattering of families and children.
You swallowed that name down your throat. It wasn’t a pleasant taste but it sure was something bitter. No sweetness.
“I haven’t seen him since last year.” You spoke stoically.
Asta scratched the back of his neck, suddenly sheepish. “Yeah, I kinda figured that out. It’s just… after the coronation, he disappeared. No letter. No message. No goodbye. He just left. And I thought, maybe–”
“Maybe he’d talk to me before anyone else?” You cut in, trying to see where his head is at.
Asta blinked, surprised. “Yeah…”
“I thought that too, but why? You know him better than anyone else does.” You sighed through your nose. You felt the wind shift. Even the mana around you tense. It was then silent between you too again. The words hung between you two like broken thread. For a minute, neither of you spoke.
“I didn’t go after him.” You admitted, looking away, folding your arms over your chest. “It wasn’t my place. I had to look over the squad. Somebody did. He left, and I let him.”
Asta looked at you, his eyes softening.
“Maybe that makes me selfish, or it makes me a coward–”
“Or maybe it makes you human.” Asta’s voice softened. You looked away again, eyes following the clouds overhead. “I became Captain of the Golden Dawn, Asta. I had to rebuild the squad, replace every single one of our dear members that we lost… using my strings to thread us back together.”
A dry laugh slipped from your throat. “If I chased him… I doubt I would’ve come back.”
Asta stared at you, trying to figure out if you were still the same girl he knew last year, and all the years prior. “So you still–”
“I still don’t know what to feel.” You cut him off. “I loved him. I loved who he was. But then, he left. I don’t know who he is anymore.”
Suddenly–
The sky started to twist. A massive swarm of mana surged, cracking through the atmosphere. The birds fled. The grass flattened. Even the horizon bent.
You turned just in time to see a small, green conjunction– no, a tear– open midair.
And from the tear, stood him.
The Cloak of Spade royalty. Two grimoires at each hip. Aura sharp enough to cut stone. His eyes, still that untouchable gold, found you automatically. And they burned.
Asta and you turned to look at each other with the same damned look of visceral shock.
In the heart of Gaza, a family struggles to survive. They have no home, no income, and now — no food. Parents go to sleep hungry so their children can eat a little… but even that is no longer enough.
Every day is a battle just to find a loaf of bread or a handful of rice. The war has stolen everything from them — their home, their work, their safety — and now it threatens to steal their hope.
💔 No child should cry from hunger. No mother should feel helpless watching her child starve.
If you can, please help. Even the smallest donation can mean a warm meal, a smile, a bit of hope.
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Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hope, with my parents working tirelessly to provide us with a life of dignity and opportunity. My father was our steadfast provider, and my mother was the heart of our home. I have two brothers and three sisters, the youngest of whom is just six months old. She is frail and often sick due to the lack of proper food and medicine. My siblings and I have shared dreams of education, careers and a bright future. But life in Gaza is marked by hardship, and when the war began, everything we had built was shattered. My older brother, a kind and a courageous soul, was martyred while trying to secure basic necessities for our survival, my younger sister was gravely injured, and the cost of her treatment weighs more than the universe to us, now the responsibility for my family has fallen on my shoulders.
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Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hop
Our home, once filled with warmth, laughter and memories, has been reduced to rubble. We have been displaced more than thirty times from place to a place with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Each time we returned, we found more destruction, we always clung to the hope of rebuilding, but in the last attack, our home was completely destroyed, we are now homeless, living in unsafe conditions with no shelter to protect us from the cold nights. The loss of our home is not just the loss of a building, it’s the loss of safety, stability, and the place where our dreams were nurtured.
With my father unemployed since the beginning of the war, we have no income to provide even the most basic necessities. Water, food, medicine, warm clothes and blankets-things that many take for granted-are beyond our reach. Every day is a battle for survival, and every night is a reminder of the dangers and struggles we face. I am determined to care for family and give my younger brothers and sisters a chance to grow up with hope. But I cannot do it alone.
I am reaching out to you with a plea for compassion and action. Your support can help us rebuild our lives, restore hope, and secure a future where my family can live in peace and safety. Every donation, no matter how small brings us closer to survival and dignity. Please for the sake of god and humanity, help us in this time of desperate need.
Hello, my name sooad Muhammad, I am a 61-year-old mother and former school teacher from Gaza💔
After the army entered the city, we went out to Rafah under the attack of planes and missiles.And the bullets that spare no one, we lived in torn tents that did not protect from the heat, the cold, or the rain. All the words in the world cannot describe what we have lived through. All I want is for you to look at me and my family with a merciful heart and help me.
Before October 7th, I lived a humble life, dedicated to teaching and raising my children. But everything changed. Since that day, my family and I have been living in unimaginable conditions—without electricity, without clean water, without safety.
Our home was destroyed, and we now sleep in a torn tent, exposed to the freezing cold. My children cry from hunger and fear. The markets are empty or unaffordable. Bread is now a luxury—I knead pasta just to make something to fill their stomachs
Please open your heart and stand with us in this time of despair.
We are not asking for much—just a chance to survive. A blanket for the cold. A piece of bread. A roof that does not leak. A moment of peace for my children
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All the destruction that you see, we live every day a hundred times, and we live hunger, death, and a life that has no taste of life
My husband has become a prisoner of the Israeli occupation😭😭
After we were besieged in Rafah for more than four days, the tent was demolished over my heads, my children, and my husband, and we were able to miraculously escape. For those whose story of escape was not complete, because they were able to capture my husband and he is now their prisoner after he was injured in his feet from the bombing. My child was also exposed to danger and underwent a difficult surgical operation that failed. My family is now without a father, without a breadwinner for us, in light of this war and this catastrophic famine. I cannot provide food and drink for my children, nor can I provide treatment for my sick child. Please help us by donating to save us from danger.
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I want to thank every person with a humane heart who helped me and my children. I hope you continue to donate to my family.
I appeal to the merciful hearts, the appeal of the hearts of mothers, my children sleep without food In Gaza, we do not have flour, vegetables, fruits, or... the list goes on. I have started buying spoiled vegetables due to the high prices to satisfy my three children's hunger.Although I need care after the miscarriage and my baby needs medication after the surgery My husband is a prisoner and there is no one to support and provide for my family. Please donate. It may save our lives.
A box of feta cheese (used to be 2 shekels) 20 shekels ($5.5)
A kilo of potatoes 50 shekels ($14)
A kilo of zucchini 35 shekels ($10)
A kilo of eggplant 35 shekels ($10)
Chicken eggs × Not available
Meat × Not available All kinds of fruits × Not available
Cooking gas × Not available
Many medicines × Not available
A minimum family meal would require 100 shekels. If a group of 20 people, like mine, lives together, it would require at least 300 shekels per day to prepare a meal.
The situation is tragic in every sense of the word.
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