Since I love some Momma!Toph: how do you think Toph came up with the girls' names?
Oh, I love this question almost as much as I love Momma!Toph myself. But I have many, many thoughts:
For Lin, I happen to think that Kanto had a great amount of involvement here. The first scenario I imagine is that he was frantically searching for a name that would be perfect for his little girl – because he had no doubt in his mind that he and Toph would be having a baby girl. Eventually, he would have come across someone with the name Lin, and he will have found the name interesting and pretty and something worthy of likely being attached to his daughter for the rest of her life. This would have led him to dig around to find the name's origins and he would have found out that Lin means "forest." And he would have been like "This is perfect," because it, in a way, relates to Toph. So he suggests it and she loves it and hence Lin was named Lin.
The other scenario could be that Toph had been nosying her way around Kanto's familial life and she finds out from him that his late mother's (or grandmother's) name was Lin. Knowing this, Toph kept the decision to name her daughter this from him until he asked on the day of her birth. And then, when she told him about it, he just bursts into tears and hugs his wife and baby girl and cannot stop smiling and telling them that he loves them. And agh, now I'm crying bye
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Baby Doll Eyes
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That one.
The thought is a klaxon in Eva’s head blaring through the heavy bass of the club. She had come here looking for an Alpha-type to adopt, make him her pet remolding project. It had been a long-standing plan set down to the smallest detail, including how she’d cut him loose once she was done. The signal the scruffy-haired nerd stereotype down the bar was sending her way, however, was a siren call.
Yes, Eva was a planner. But she also always, always followed her instinct.
Do you? Even when that instinct’s telling you “fuck the plan”?
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” She gulped down her second martini and stood up from her plush booth seat.
Since he had no qualms about staring her down, she stared right back as she made her way over. Ridiculous glasses, but a nicely fitted jacket, sleek-as-fuck pants– the guy clearly had a good tailor. And, okay, money, given how he just took out cash for some extremely top-shelf booze.
Not a complete nerd, then. Probably a trust fund baby. She’d read him wrong.
That only made her more determined.
“What are you having?” she said next to him, just this side of Too Close. Two identical martinis were on the bar.
“This,” he said. He pushed the other one toward her. “Noticed you have similar taste.”
She slammed it back and watched him fumble his drink. Stared openly at his Adam’s Apple while he swallowed. “Perceptive.” Or obsessive.
“So do I get a name for my powers of perception, or do I just call you gorgeous all night?”
Startled into a laugh, she cut it off quickly.
Over the years, she’d learned how to tweak her personality to offset the intimidation her choice of clothing tended to elicit, so she could get certain kinds of men to do certain kinds of things without sacrificing her style. This one, though, had taste. He appreciated sharp women in sharper suits.
She just needed to make him realize how much.
“Eva.” The wolfish grin came easily. So much more easily than the simpering and the doe eyes that she could wield just as deftly. She moved in close, cupped his cheek, savored his stuttered breath as she asked, “You got a name? Maybe you’ll let me try some out on you.”
He didn’t blink. “Neil."
A card pressed into her palm.
"Come up to 612, and you can call me whatever you want.”
***
His eyes were green, it turned out.
She didn’t let him undress her, but when he took his glasses off with being asked (told) to she let him pick one thing for her to keep on.
“The tie,” he said, while taking off his slacks.
Two points more, to go with the handful she’d given him so far (this was getting wildly out of hand): one for undressing completely, the other for the interesting choice. Most men wanted her the keep the heels, sometimes gloves when she had them.
Maybe this guy was into breathplay. He sure gave off woman-on-top vibes.
But when she straddled him, stroked his dick through his black boxers, he grabbed her tie then, and pulled her mouth down to his.
She must have frozen for a few seconds too many, because he pulled away just enough to ask if it was okay.
Neil meant something with that kiss. It had been so long since she’d had a kiss with any kind of feeling that the difference was shockingly obvious.
“Pull harder,” was all she said before pulling him back in.
She let him kiss her, kissed him back, while they fucked. He knew how, too, cared about more than just getting himself off. So she wasn’t faking anything, couldn’t, and that scared her but she felt too good to think about it.
His hand found her hip and his breathing turned harsher around the time her belly started growing tight. So she pulled away from his lips, shoved him down onto the bedspread and watched his face as she came with a lip-biting growl, her head thrown back into the pull of her necktie.
He looked at her like he was willing to choke down all her secrets and ask for more. He made her feel things she had never felt, if only for a few seconds: vulnerable. Transparent.
Shy.
Then he shut his eyes, gasped, and filled her up.
***
She stayed, after. Another bad sign. But again: instinct. Or something dumber, something primal she’d convinced herself she was in control of.
…It wouldn’t kill her to let go of her analytic mind for a couple hours, but that was a fucking Sisyphean task. So she just looked at Neil and stopped fighting.
He was… pretty, she decided, watching him sleep. And intriguing. They’d barely spoken.
She had her project.
They went another round that night, and several more for the next three days he was at the hotel. When they talked it was about superficial things (probably because she was too distracted by his mouth. And his dick.). No matter; now that her sights were set, she could take all the time she needed. All the time she wanted.
When was the last time she had wanted something, let alone someone?
When they said goodbye, she kissed him soft and sugary. The genuine smile felt so out of place on her face, but the smile she got back was all that mattered.
She was in so deep, forgetting everything she knew about swimming.
Fuck it. Time to grow wings and learn how to fly.
(And despite all of those warning bells, if Eva had been told, in that moment, that she would marry the man, she’d have laughed until her sides ached.)
I started following you for your Joel/Tess fics, and follow you to this day. It's okay if you never finish them. Seriously, it is! You're my favorite writer for them, and knowing you're still writing, whether it's for TLOU or not, is enough. Just knowing you're still writing for other fandoms and updating other fics makes me happy, because you're still out there being creative.
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JUST FOR THIS I’M GONNA TRY AND UPDATE SMTH FOR THEM TOO
mricg replied to your post “greenbergsays: saeterniht replied to your post “children, let this...”
@fiore-della-valle you're amazing and, to this day, still one of my favorite fic writers.
<3 <3 <3 Thank you, lovely. I take that as incredibly high praise, since I know your primary ship and my primary ship aren’t the same. I am very, very glad I can still create stories you enjoy.
historicandgay replied to your photo “You know... I know people didn’t like Gravitation like I hoped, but...”
Jesus christ thats horrible im sorry dude that persons just a pathetic asshole dont take their shit seriously theyre not worth it
I guess they are, man. I try my best not to take it seriously but ugh, sometimes it’s just so hard. Thanks for the support, though.
mricg replied to your photo “You know... I know people didn’t like Gravitation like I hoped, but...”
Fucking hell. What a bitter, lifeless and friendless asshole. Don't take these words to your heart - I'm sure you're a great writer! Otherwise, you wouldn't be so popular. Anon can suck my ass. Wishing you the best, hon. Never stop writing and contributing for the fandom, unlike some people. ♥️
Thanks, sweetheart, you are very kind to stop and write to me. I feel like I shouldn’t care about these things, but sometimes... I can’t help it. It’s really hard. Thanks again for the kid words!
beachfckerblake replied to your photo “You know... I know people didn’t like Gravitation like I hoped, but...”
Woooow they realllly need to just fuck off? That’s so incredibly uncalled for
God, I know.
leylines-on-ao3 replied to your photo “You know... I know people didn’t like Gravitation like I hoped, but...”
Objectively speaking, that comment/review/whatever reeks with envy and insecurity. Sounds like it came deep from someone's personal grudge. Personally, I won't take any kind of negative criticism seriously if the critic didn't have the balls to come off of anon. And besides, even harsh criticism can be delivered kindly. That's just plain hate mail. You can write the best thing ever, and it won't stop haters from saying your stuff is shit. Haters always gonna haaaaaaate
I didn’t really stop to think it may be someone who has something against me. That fucking sucks even more, and honestly I hope they either get some friends or help, because wow-- they shouldn’t be giving so much importance to me and my work if they don’t like it this much.
Thanks for the advice, and the support. You are awesome!
occassionalfanficwriter replied to your photo “You know... I know people didn’t like Gravitation like I hoped, but...”
It's an AU anon （╯°□°）╯︵(\ .o.)\
EXACTLY. GOd, this is the best reply to this anon ever. Thank you!
bloodyroses2 replied to your photo “You know... I know people didn’t like Gravitation like I hoped, but...”
Bet they are insecure about their own writing. I like to get constructive criticism, but that is just mean and UNNECESSARY
Right? I can shut up and take when someone comes and says they think so and so could had been done better and they tell me why and how, but when they just come and say this kind of bullshit? Sorry, that’s not critisism, it’s hate.
devilessyeet replied to your photo “You know... I know people didn’t like Gravitation like I hoped, but...”
Whomst the fuck must I fight
LMAO, Ily <3
waldenbeckboys replied to your photo “You know... I know people didn’t like Gravitation like I hoped, but...”
Your writing no matter what is yours to experiment with and take ownership of. The fault is not of the text you created, because experiments are inherently good. Rather the fault is of the reader who can't appreciate a text that is different to conformist texts. The faults found in your form are faults you decide are there, and thus change stylistically. So some people don't like it? In the end you are the creator of your narrative and how you create is limitless and always a fruitful learning
Experience that you decide what to take from it. Its not a mistake. Its not bad. Its different and it's something you tried. If you like it, do it again. You are the author, and the reader chooses to see what they want. Its okay if they don't choose your image. What matters is you and what matters is you keep writing and developing the image
I know I should ignore the person, but it’s just hard sometimes. Especially because I put a lot of effort into that story in particular. I wrote it for an entire year. And I can take people not liking it as I thought they would, but people attacking me for it, it’s just overwhelming in such a bad way.
I didn’t expect actual hate for a fanfiction, it’s honestly something I didn’t ask for.
Thanks for the advice, I’m trying my best to follow.
Roxie was out, somewhere, because it was Friday night and she had the best control over hangovers out of the four of them. Rob was already asleep in his room. Which meant that Eva was alone in the hotel’s tiny seating area, and meant that she didn’t slug Neil when he tipsily walked in and said, “I think we should probably do it before we break up the band with all this tension, y’know.”
She set down her book and gave him a flat stare, voice equally flat.“Neil, what the hell are you talking about.”
“You an’ meeee,” he sang out, wobbling his way to the chair across from her. “Should, uh, sleep together.”
She held back a snort. “I’m not drunk enough for this and you’re definitely not drunk enough for this. What tension?”
“I’m sober enough to knowhudime asking,” he said, glasses sliding down his nose. “And bad Eva, no biscuit! Liquor and consent don’t mix at all…”
He was still dragging out the last word when Eva realized she was staring at his eyes and forced herself to stop. She shifted, crossing one leg over the other. “Yeah, sure.”
“Haah?” he said, sounding remarkably like the protagonist of the anime she’d gotten him hooked on the other day.
“Sure. Let’s. I mean, I want to.” She’d been wanting, for a while. Ignoring it because of all the horror stories regarding fraternization. And then, after their latest gig… “Hell, I kissed you first. I should’ve been the one making moves.”
“Well, too late!” He grinned. His glasses slid further.“They don’t call it liquid courage for nothing.”
“True.” She held his gaze then, the need to hide it gone, and when his cheeks started to go red, she stood.“Yours or mine?”
He stammered as she walked over, but took the hand she held out.
“Never mind. At least I know mine’s decent.”
“Rude,” he whined as she tugged him along. “H-Hey, my glasses are gonna–”
She grabbed them just in time, hooking them into a jeans pocket. “I’m tired of them,” she retorted, tossing her head. “They’ll just get in the way.”
She almost forgot to set them aside before he helped take her jeans off.
Somehow they got each other undressed in between making out. His hands went to her breasts, rubbing and squeezing, and she pulled away from his mouth to tease him but a moan slipped out first. “So you’re a boob guy, huh?”
“False dichotomy,” he said into her neck. “Besides, I’m an everything Eva guy.”
Well then. She tried to catch his mouth again, but his hand sliding down her stomach threw off her aim.
“C-Can I, first…?”
His hand felt so hot between her legs. “Okay,” she gasped, involuntarily pressing into his palm. “I mean– please, y-yes–”
Two fingers slid in easily. He said, “oh, you’re wet,” and that made her wetter, and his thumb found her clit–
“Oh my god,” she hissed, “god, not yet!” But she clamped around his fingers and made too loud a sound for the small orgasm taking her over.
He gave a broken moan, removing his fingers slowly. “That’s so hot, I can’t even, fuck, Eva…!”
The only thing on her mind was more. “In me now, damn it.” She got her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers, shuddering as he entered her.
He froze halfway. “We didn’t get a condom.” It was almost one word, into her mouth.
“Pill! I’m on the pill, it’s fine, just fuck me!”
“Thank god,” he said, and she agreed, and then he started moving.
A keening moan left her, her legs spreading wide on their own.
“Wanted this for so long, fuck, I can’t stop…!” He was panting against her shoulder, moving hard and fast.
She met him sporadically, the hot pleasure making her weak. “Don’t. And—god— how long?
“Since I first saw you? No, when you sang, your voice—” He clutched at her shoulders, laughing shakily. “I’m not gonna last. I’m, oh, I’m close…”
“Yeah?” She whimpered, reached down to her clit. “Go on, it’s okay, let me feel you—aah!”
Her whole body seized up, her fingers dug into his scalp, and the gasping desperate moans in her ear were the most beautiful sounds she’d ever heard him make.
“Eva,” he said, over and over as they both came down; she held onto him even tighter, arms and legs wrapping him up.
***
Later, after they’d made a cursory attempt at cleaning but before she reluctantly saw Neil back to his room, he broke the afterglow quietly. “What I said about when I first saw you… Um. It’s not like I was trying to get into your pants ever since. I mean. I actually like you. Liked you, before…”
She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss, secondhand embarrassment creeping in at his fumbling. “I know. I’ve encountered… more than my fair share of guys who only wanted a roll in the hay with me and… you were never like them. Ever.” The look in his eyes at that made her feel vulnerable, so she poked his nose to reset him and continued, “Seriously. There wouldn’t be a band if you had been.”
The more familiar smirk showed, briefly. “Oh, I could tell you’d drop me without a second thought if I misstepped. Part of why you caught my eye, since I guess it’s honesty hours. Luckily I impressed you enough.”
“I was singing with Roxie in dive bars,” she said, extra deadpan. “Impressing me with the idea of an actual band was a pretty low bar.”
Thankfully, he let the pun opportunity slide. “You wound me,” he said with a pout. “Especially since we’re still performing in dive bars.”
“We have a van now. I’d say that’s an upgrade.”
“Good ol’ Eileen…”
She giggled and sung a snippet. “Come on Eileen–”
“I swear what it means, at this moment–”
“You are everything,” they sang together.
“And on that note,” she said, smiling despite herself.
“Yeah. I should go. Keeping up appearances and all that junk.”
She splashed her face off while he dressed, and felt bold enough to kiss him good night before he left.
***
The next morning:
“Jeez, took you two long enough,” Roxie said, jogging past them in the parking lot to the van.
Neil half-choked on his smoothie.
“How did she know?” Eva whisper-shouted, fighting off the blush that threatened at Rob’s eyebrow raise.
“Long enough to– no, I don’t want to know,” he said, shaking his head and following Roxie.
“It’s the glow,” Neil drawled.
In lieu of slugging him, she confiscated his smoothie.
since i have no (current) plans on finishing this fic at one point soon, guess i'm just gonna post chunks of it, LMAO
The air’s muggy between them, accompanied by the murmurings of people across the street and the distant buzz of traffic. She rocks from her heels to the balls of her feet once. Sully lets the silence linger between them only long enough to flick some ash from the end of his cigar, and then pulls his hand away from his side to hold his arm out.
“C’mere,” he finally says, and there’s minute hesitation before Elena’s stepping into his space and winding her arms around his back. “Never gave you a proper greeting.”
“Was kinda busy,” she says into his shirtfront, and he gets out a chuckle, loose strands of blonde hair sticking to his chin, getting caught in his mustache. His shoulder is damp, just above his breast pocket, and his grip tightens around her. If he closes his eyes he’s standing in their old apartment again, and at his feet is a bag of the rest of Nate’s things and one of the sketches she’d dropped, told him she wanted to keep. So he doesn’t, keeps his eyes open and presses his chin to her crown because damn, she’s his kid, too.
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ask meme thing, random letters: c, h, i, j, t and z
Send me a letter and I’ll answer fandom-related questions!
C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.Ereri, from Attack On Titan. At first I was interested, hearing so much about the ship before I even got into AoT, and then I encountered it in canon and it just……. ugh. I can’t even explain why I dislike it so much but I really do. Thankfully I’ve been able to avoid it even though it’s literally the biggest ship in the fandom ~_~
H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?Mostly anime/manga and video games. All source texts are fair game for sure but 70% of my content is those two~
I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?Nah. If I’m into a fandom not much can kick me out of it!! But it’s made me leery of a few fandoms I haven’t gotten involved in, like Voltron (still wanna try it tho).J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. Quite a few, but the first one that comes to mind is Steven Universe— I put that under “meaning to start for years but haven’t”. And the most recent one is Hoshi no Kuni/Land of the Lustrous.
T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? y’know it’s dangerous to ask that question when I have so many fandoms XD So uh. have a grab-bag.Eva Rosalene is bi af don’t get me started on everyone elseYuki Sohma is tone-deaf but is trying his bestKyo Sohma and Tohru Honda are disaster bis (@kiridork brought this up but I 1000% agree)Pokemon GO: the team leaders are poly beans. Candela like running, Blanche likes swimming, and Spark likes trying to keep up with Candela.
Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)Soooo Fruits Basket got an anime reboot, you might have heard *leans casually against wall* *falls over*and funimation put together a theater preview of the first two eps– one night dub, one night sub. I was lucky enough to go to the dub, with a walking buddy I’d only met online via shared Furuba screaming, and…man, walking into the lobby and hearing pockets of people talking about Kyo and reminiscing about the old anime and wearing cosplay was FREAKING AWESOME. and even though i didn’t really talk to anyone sharing that theater experience and hearing my reactions echoed by everyone else…. I’ve never been able to do that, for my favorite fandom in all the world. and it’d just gonna keep going now that the anime has aired. new content!! more plotbunnies for me!! more OT3 shipfuel and a chance to drag others onboard the ship afsfsddand utter immunity to any Disk Horse. that’s how much i love Fruits Basket i’ll just be floating in my happy bubble with other folks and AAAAAAA MY EMOTIONSThanks for waiting for…. a stupidly long time lol, and thanks for asking!!
