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[gears-twisting-and-turning]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Hi yes hello I’m back and it’s a big fic me and a friend of mine worked on. It’s lore rich story with splatoon x reader. Please read it we’ve worked really hard on it!

@starsunderwaterr

[starsunderwaterr]

Please please read!! I put my whole starsunderwaterussy into it >;3 <3

[vidaliarkv]

Heyaaa, can you please write adultToph×fem!reader wife headcanons? :)))))

⸝⸝ Aged Up!Toph x Fem!Wife!Reader ⸝⸝

A/N: muehehehe I love how you think. My brain was at 1% (finals got me in a chokehold) before I saw this, but now I'm fully powered by the sheer vision of adult Toph being the absolute menace as your wife

Growing up doesn't mean Toph Beifong "softened"

it just means she got better at hiding her soft spots behind layers of rock and sarcasm. Being married to the Greatest Earthbender in the World means your life is loud, messy, and full of literal tremors.

Your Dynamic

Earth-Sensing Intuition: She doesn't need to see your face to know you’re upset. She feels the way your heart rate kicks up or how you’re shifting your weight from foot to foot.

The "Metal" Wedding Ring: Toph isn't a silver or diamond person. She forged your wedding bands herself out of the spare meteor metal. She likes to keep hers slightly magnetized so she can "find" you in a crowded room just by sensing the pull of the metal on your finger.

The Beifong Household: The floor of your house is definitely made of marble and stone. Toph "remodels" whenever she’s bored or grumpy. One day you have a pantry, the next day she’s decided the kitchen needs an open-concept layout and just sinks the wall into the floor.

Public vs. Private: In public, she’s Chief Beifong—tough, stoic, and ready to throw a boulder at anyone who looks at her wrong. At home, she’s a total "deadweight" snuggler. She will lean her entire body weight against you while you’re cooking or reading, claiming she just wants to be closer to you.

Toph isn't exactly a morning person. She usually wakes up before you because she can feel the city of Republic City starting to vibrate as people get out of bed, but she’ll stay under the covers until you move.

You’re trying to be sneaky. You really are. You slide out from under the heavy duvet, careful not to let the floorboards creak—not that it matters, because she can feel your warmth leaving your side of the bed. "Where do you think you're going?" Her voice is gravelly and thick with sleep. Your feet haven't even touched the floor yet. You sigh, looking back at the mess of dark hair sticking out from the pillows. "I was going to make tea, Toph. And maybe breakfast before you start complaining that you're starving." A pale hand reaches out from the blankets, grabbing your wrist with pinpoint accuracy. She yanks you back down, and before you can protest, she’s wrapped her arms around your waist like a vine. She buries her face in the crook of your neck, huffing a warm breath against your skin. "Tea can wait. The floor is cold and you’re warm. Stay put." You laugh, running your fingers through her messy hair. "You know, for the toughest woman in the world, you’re awfully clingy and it's not even 6 am." "Shut up," she mumbles, already drifting back to sleep. "I’m the Chief. I do what I want."

Toph takes her job very seriously, even if she acts like it’s a total drag. Some days she comes home covered in bruises and bad attitude.

The front door doesn't just open; it thuds against the wall. You hear the heavy clomp-clomp of her boots—she’s not even trying to walk lightly, which means she’s annoyed. "I hate politicians," she bellows, kicking her boots off into the corner. "I hate the council, I hate paperwork, and I especially hate people who think they can lie to me when I can literally feel their toes twitching." You walk into the hallway, leaning against the doorframe with a wet towel in your hand. "Bad day at the office, Chief?" Toph stops mid-sentence. She "looks" at you—that sightless, unblinking gaze that still feels like she’s reading your soul. Her shoulders drop about three inches. She stomps over to you, but instead of a rant, she just puts her forehead against your shoulder. "My head hurts. Everything is too loud today." You lead her to the sofa, letting her sit between your legs while you use the damp cloth to wipe the dust and grime off her face. She complains for a second about you "mothering" her, but then she leans into your touch, her eyes closing. "Better?" you ask. She grabs your hand, giving it a quick, firm squeeze—her version of a thank you. "Yeah. Don't tell anyone I let you do this, or I'll have to bury you in the backyard."

Toph knows you can handle yourself, but that doesn't stop her from being incredibly territorial.

You’re at a high-end gala for some charity event. You’re wearing a dress that’s way too fancy, and Toph is in her formal metalbending police uniform, looking like she wants to punch the buffet table. Some slick businessman is cornering you, trying to pitch some investment while leaning a little too close into your personal space. You’re being polite, but you’re clearly uncomfortable. Suddenly, the floor underneath the guy’s feet shifts. It’s subtle—just a half-inch tilt—but it’s enough to make him stumble back. A heavy hand lands on your waist, pulling you flush against a metal-plated side. Toph is standing there, a smirk on her face that looks more like a dare. "Is this guy bothering you, honey?" she asks. She doesn't even look at him. She just stares straight ahead, looking imposing as hell. "I was just—" the guy starts. "You were just leaving," Toph interrupts. She taps her foot on the marble floor. A tiny shockwave sends the guy’s drink splashing all over his expensive silk tie. "Oops. Guess I'm a little clumsy tonight. Better go get that cleaned up." As he scurries away, you turn to her, raising an eyebrow. "Clumsy, Toph? Really?" She chuckles, sliding her arm further around you. "Hey, I didn't see him there. Give a blind girl a break. Now let’s get out of here and get some real food. I’m tired of eating tiny crackers that taste like dirt."

Even after years of marriage, there are moments where the difference in how you perceive the world creates something beautiful.

You’re sitting on the porch of your vacation home in the Earth Kingdom. The sun is setting, painting the sky in deep purples and oranges. It’s breathtaking. Toph is sitting on the steps, her bare feet pressed firmly against the soil. She’s quiet, just listening to the wind in the trees. "What's it look like?" she asks suddenly. It’s rare for her to ask. Usually, she doesn't care about what she’s "missing." You sit down next to her, shoulder to shoulder. "It’s bright," you describe softly. "The clouds look like they’ve been dipped in gold, and the sky near the horizon is the same color as the hibiscus flowers you brought home last week. It’s... peaceful." Toph is silent for a moment. Then, she takes your hand and places it flat on the ground. "Close your eyes," she commands. You do. "Now, don't just feel the dirt. Feel the heartbeat of the forest. There’s a badger-mole about two miles under us, digging a new tunnel. There’s a stream hitting the rocks over the hill—you can feel the rhythm, right? Thump-splash, thump-splash. And there’s you. Your heart is steady. You’re calm." For a second, through her guidance, the world feels solid and connected in a way you’ve never known. You aren't seeing the colors, but you’re feeling the life. She leans her head on your shoulder and you two bask in the peace.

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[traacy-lin]

The Things You Left Behind

pairing: toph x fem! reader

summary: you wrote in your diary until the end of your lifetime. before your final moment, you revealed it to toph, something for her to have after your death. years after reader's death, toph still carries their old diary everywhere without ever opening it. when lin finally offer to read it outlaid, mother and daughter spends an evening rediscovering the woman they both loved.

contains: slight angst, hurt/comfort(?), death, family, grief and healing, parenthood, emotional comfort, established relationship, post-canon, bittersweet

word count: 1.6k

Three years after your death, the diary you used to write in was revealed to Toph. Unable to read, and still trying to recover after your death, the diary sat exactly where Toph had left it. She didn't hide it, but she didn’t display it either. It was just... there.

On the small table beside her favorite chair. Close enough to reach when she wanted something to remember you by. Close enough to touch, but never had the courage to open and read it. Not that she could anyway. At first, everyone assumed she wasn't interested. It has been 3 years afterall, however that assumption went away after 3 years and 10 days.

Suyin was away on a little family vacation with her own family now. Lin decided it’s the perfect time to come over to visit, something about needing her mom’s help with a case. And also lowkey checking up to see how she was doing. She stayed for a week. 

During this visit, Toph Beifong wasn't subtle. 

She'd pick the diary up sometimes while drinking tea. Set it back down. Move it to another room. Bring it back. Leave it on the porch then take it inside when it rains, afraid of ruining the only thing left by her late wife. The book practically followed her around.

Lin noticed almost immediately. Of course she did. For all the ways she resembled her mother, Lin had inherited your ability to notice things people wanted hidden. She never mentioned it out loud. Not at first. She simply watched and waited because some grief needed time. Even for Toph. Especially for Toph.

One evening, Lin arrived for lunch carrying a stack of reports. Toph was sitting outside, enjoying the afternoon sun. The diary rested beside her tea. Again.

Lin sat down across from her. Neither spoke for a while. They didn't need to. The silence between them had long since become comfortable. Eventually, Lin glanced toward the worn leather cover. Then toward her mother. Then back again. "Still carrying it around?"

Toph immediately scowled. "I don't carry it around."

"You moved it three times while I was walking up the path."

"That's different."

Lin didn't bother arguing. Experience had taught her there was no point. Instead she poured herself a cup of tea and took a sip.

A few moments passed, and she asked quietly, "Have you read it yet?"

Toph's shoulders stiffened. Just slightly. Most people wouldn't have noticed. 

Lin did.

"No." She scoffed. The answer came immediately. “Not that I can anyway.” 

The truth was more complicated. The diary represented something Toph wasn't sure she was ready for. Not because she was afraid of what you'd written. 

Quite the opposite.

She was afraid of hearing your voice again. Afraid of missing you more than she already did. Afraid of opening a wound she'd spent years learning how to carry. Because grief never truly left. It simply became familiar.

Lin looked down at the diary. Then back up. "Do you want me to?" For the first time that afternoon, Toph didn't answer. The question settled between them. For three years, the diary had remained closed because opening it felt impossibly hard. Now it didn't. Now all she had to do was say yes.

The silence stretched. Birds chirped somewhere nearby. A breeze rustled through nearby trees. Eventually Toph sighed. The kind of sigh usually reserved for accepting defeat. "...Fine."

Lin smiled. Small. Soft. Toph heard the little breath that Lin made when she smiled, a habit that Lin picked up from you. It was almost identical to yours. And suddenly Toph hated both of you a little.

They moved inside. The evening light filtered through the windows, painting long golden shadows across the room. Toph settled into her couch. Lin sat nearby with the diary in her lap. For a moment neither moved. The weight of it felt strangely significant. Then Lin opened the cover. The pages crackled softly. Old paper. Well loved and well kept.

The first entry made Lin laugh immediately. "Today I met the most infuriating girl I've ever known." Toph groaned.

"Close it."

"No."

"Lin." 

"No."

A pause. Then Lin continued reading. "She's rude, stubborn, arrogant, and completely impossible to reason with."

Another pause. "I think we're going to be friends."

Toph barked out an unwilling laugh. And just like that, the tension broke. A little, but not completely. But it was enough.

The next few entries followed Team Avatar's journey. Stories Lin had heard growing up. Arguments, adventures, missions that had gone wrong, moments that had become legends and yet hearing them through your eyes made them different. More personal and more alive.

At one point Lin had to stop because she was laughing too hard. Apparently, there had been an entire journal entry dedicated to Toph refusing to admit she'd caught a cold. Toph defended herself immediately. "I was fine." According to the diary, she'd sneezed six times in under a minute.

"I was fine." 

The fact that she still sounded offended decades later only made it funnier.

Hours passed, neither of them noticed. Their stack of reports was forgotten. Their tea grew cold and the sky darkened. Still, Lin kept reading. Eventually the stories changed, the adventures became quieter, the entries became older. Many memories that Toph had buried came rushing back to her, and instead of feeling sad over those memories, it was replaced by nostalgia. 

Lin flipped the page. She reached one that made her pause before deciding to read it out loud for her mom. "Today, Lin called me ‘mom’ for the first time." 

The room went silent as Lin stared at the page, then slowly continued.

"I don't think she realized she'd said it until afterward. The poor girl looked horrified. Toph pretended she wasn't emotional about it, but I could hear her pacing outside the bedroom afterward."

Lin immediately turned to her mother. Toph looked away. "...You paced?"

"No." She quickly denied.

Lin raised an eyebrow and Toph crossed her arms. "I was walking." The distinction meant absolutely nothing. Lin laughed softly then she continued. "Sometimes I worry that Lin thinks I replaced someone. I hope one day she understands that love doesn't work like that. There was never a place to take. There was only more room to make."

The words hit harder than either of them expected.

Lin lowered the diary slightly. For a moment she couldn't speak. Because she remembered those years. The uncertainty along with the confusion. The fear that her mother will ditch her. And now here was proof that you'd seen it all. Every bit of it. Without judgment. Without resentment. Only with love.

Toph remained quiet. But Lin noticed the way her mother's hands had tightened slightly so she kept reading.

Hours later, they reached entries about Suyin, then their grandchildren, and then family gatherings with Aang, Katara, Sokka, and Zuko. Years and years of memories preserved between pages carried in this thick book. Some made them laugh, some made them cry. Most did both.

And through it all, your voice slowly filled the room. Not literally, but close enough. For the first time since your death, it felt less like you'd disappeared and more like you'd stepped into another room.

Eventually, Lin turned to one of the final entries. By the end of it, the handwriting had become shakier. The date is more recent but still a few years ago.

The room grew quiet. Neither woman spoke. Lin swallowed, then she began reading.

"To whoever is reading it out loud for my wife; I think I've had a good life.” Toph immediately turned to stare at the ground. "Not a perfect one. We made mistakes. Spirits know we made enough of those, but if I had to do it all again, I would."

The words became harder to read. For Toph, it became harder to hear. 

"I would choose every adventure. Every argument. Every heartbreak. Every reconciliation." Lin's voice softened. "And I would choose Toph."

There was a brief moment of silence.

"Again and again and again."

The room seemed smaller somehow. "I know she won't like reading this part." Toph immediately muttered, "Correct."

Lin smiled through tears. "But she should know anyway."

A pause.

"Loving Toph Beifong was the easiest decision I ever made."

Lin stopped. Not because the entry ended, but because she couldn't continue for a moment.  Toph sat perfectly still across from her.

Years of grief and the years of missing you. Years of carrying your absence. Yet, somehow those simple words pierced straight through all of it. Eventually, Lin continued reading as her voice grew quieter now.

"When my time comes, I hope she keeps living. I hope she laughs. I hope she annoys people. I hope she tells terrible jokes. I hope she knows she was loved every day of my life." The final sentence nearly broke both of them.

"And if there's anything waiting afterward, I'll be there."

The room fell silent. Neither of them moved nor spoke.

Outside, night had fully arrived. The stars shone beyond the windows. The world continued turning. The diary sat on Lin’s lap as she processed her late mother’s words. After a long while, Lin carefully closed the diary. The sound echoed softly through the room. For a moment she thought Toph might say something. Maybe some sarcastic comment. Throw a complaint or even attempt to hide what she was feeling. Instead, her mother leaned close and placed a hand on top of the diary. And simply held it there like she was holding your hand. Almost like she wasn't ready to let go yet.

And for once, Lin didn't try to fix it. She didn't offer any advice nor did she fill the silence. She just got up and sat beside her. The way you would have. The way family does. And together, they listened to the quiet.

a/n: hiiii, my first toph fanfic...erm, i never wrote on tumblr before, kinda nervous...hope you guys like it. i was impatient waiting for more toph fanfic to be released so yeahhhhh

[starsunderwaterr]

Genuinely sobbing in a parking lot reading this rn 😭

[catchymemes]

[maudit]

[profeminist]

RIP Marjane Satrapi, author of the amazing graphic novels Persepolis about living during the fundamentalist revolution in Iran in the 70’s and 80’s. She also created the animated movie based on the graphic novels, which is where these gifs come from.

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[missbliss12]

Reblogging in honor of Marjane Satrapi, one of THE great graphic novelists. Her comic Persepolis was a crucial text for shaping my belief that comics can deeply explore identity, culture, politics, and history.

[tchetcheca]

hey guys

can we please normalize not tagging a reader x (character) that is not happening in the fic? this shit happens at all times in all of the fandoms that I consume media from

im looking at you zuko writers that tag sokka x reader in your fics. my man is already unappreciated enough as it is, but going at his tag and almost finding more zuko content then his own gotta be a slap in the face

[gomigomipomi]

Will be debuting this A4 print at Tokyo Alley. :)

I have not announce this on my Tumblr yet, but I will be attending Tokyo Alley in Perth next month. Will drop more details soon. ^^

[gooseworx]

What is ragatha's horse's name

Chestnut, Butterscotch, and Alfredo

[starsunderwaterr]

we love our queen fr <3

[reddoo-k]

They have a monster grip on me

TV Girl Ver!

extra lil sketch

[pestterrr]

[teashteinn]

FOUND A STRANGE COMPUTER!😱EXPLORING AN ABANDONED OFFICE PART 1!🤯

[nurvvana]

IS THIS A CROSSOVER EPISODE??

[princesspeepo]

so a beach episode huh

[sue-0-0]

Zoey in the spiderverse

[starsunderwaterr]

PAPA. ME WANT. MORE MOVIE 😭😭😭😭😭🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[mona-risms]

I feel like Zoey is the type to randomly send you lyrics/photos that remind her of you, with a smiley face like "This song/photo reminds me soooo much of you!! :D" and of course it's the cutest thing ever.

Wait this is so FREAKING CUTE ouh I love her........

When it comes to Zoey she 100% finds things that remind her of you and sends them. She is such a FIEND for it bc she sees you in EVERYTHING in the way her brain connects things too easily—it goes from cute lyrics and pics to the weirdest things like those stupid trinkets in gift shops whenever they're off on a tour or they're abroad for whatever reason. This does mean you get this sort of thing:

And then she proceeds to go "I purple you" irl and it's the dumbest thing ever 😭 god I love this little dork

She sees you in anything and everything she loves!!! Whether it's music, random items, or scenery. And she'll ALWAYS let you know, because she thinks about you all day every day!!! Her brain may be busy with idol stuff and whatever's caught her attention at the moment, but trust me when I say she's also simultaneously thinking about you :3c

[starsunderwaterr]

I’m over here dying in my little corner… WHY IS SHE SO CUTE

[mxsgrace]

studio sesh .☘︎ ݁˖

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zoey x f!reader

word count ; 0.5k .☘︎ ݁˖

a/n ; she’s such a cutie, and .. i didn’t know what to put for the title so .. .☘︎ ݁˖

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── .✦ “okay .. try again.” she says, biting her lip as she edits the voice memo on her laptop, getting another ‘loop’ ready. you’ve been sat on the floor of their studio for about three hours, helping her record the back ground vocals of one of the new songs on their upcoming album. why? because according to zoey, your voice matched the exact vibe of the song, soothing and angelic. you clear your throat and sit up straight, one hand holding a small microphone, the other holding your phone whilst you read the lyrics off the screen.

“one.. two.. three..” she hit play, and the melody rang through the speakers. you bring the mic to your lips and started singing. were you a singer? no, not really, you were in a ‘band’ in high school. and you loved your girlfriend and her friends so why not help them with one song? lucky for them you were a soprano, so you could match some of the notes rumi hit and add onto them for effect as background vocals.

after you finish recording the final verse, you drop your hand onto your lap, still clutching the microphone. you look over at zoey to see her editing on the laptop, a big grin plastered on her face. “what?” you ask, matching her smile. “what?” she mirrors back. “am i not allow to smile?” she asks, glancing up at you from the laptop.

“can i have a listen..?” you ask, leaning forwards onto your hands to peak over at the screen. zoey takes the headphones off and hands them to you, “im not completely done-“ she says as she watches you place the headphones over your ears.

she clicks play, the melody, their voices and then your voice in the background filling your ears. once the music stops you take the earphones off and place it on the floor infront of you. “you’re sure you want my voice on there?” you ask hesitantly. her smile drops a little, “yeah? why not? all of us think you sound great, what’s the matter?”

“i dont know .. i just ..” her hand finds your knee. “you know we’d tell you if you sounded ‘horrible’. mira’s super straight forward, she would’ve told you before any of us. but she likes your voice. you’re good. you’re talented. you have potential. don’t doubt yourself, okay?” she reassures, thumb running over your knee cap. all your insecurities disappear as her words sink in. you smile slightly. “really?” “really.”

she sighs and faces her laptop again. “okay, well i have to get this done tonight so, stop talking, start working.” she says, more to herself, as she starts editing the vocals again. you smile at her and lean forwards again, pecking her cheek. “want me to get us some snacks?”

her face turns a light pink and she looks at you out of the corner of her eye, grinning like an idiot. “if you wouldn’t mind.” you stand up and ruffle her hair as you walk past her towards the studio door, hearing her quietly giggle and mutter something under her breath.

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[starsunderwaterr]

MY HEARTTTTTT IM SO GAY

[goddesswitchsam-deactivated2025]

Huntr/x Art

[starsunderwaterr]

PAPA. ME WANT. MORE MOVIE.

[goddesswitchsam-deactivated2025]

Huntr/x Rumi, Mira, Zoey HD Posters - KPop Demon Hunters

[starsunderwaterr]

AHHHHHHHHHHHH