#plus some headcanons

[hollowedthoughts]

My current celestial metals ship square

[die-auster]

Harutara 2025 week – element/nation swap

Katara lived in the Middle Ring of Ba Sing Se so she never heard of the war. When she learns the truth she's terrified that she wasted so much time while people were suffering - and now she tries with all her might to make it up for the world as well as change the ways of her city.

Haru needed special waterbending teaching and he was trained a little bit but due to the Fire Nation raids he didn't actually have teachers, and had to practice in secret so he wouldn't be caught too. He had to find some other place to study properly so he can start fighting for his homeland, for his people, for the world.

For @harutara-week-2025

[mundanemeowart]

Maya from Borderlands

[gottasweep]

Would I get harassed for stating my opinion of gotta sweep ships

[warpercrash]

Made an attempt at making 2012 Splinter. Hopefully my next drawing of him will look a little better.

Headcanons

• This is basically him from a potential au, one where he ends up surviving. I imagine after his injury, it’d take time for Splinter to get back to full fitness, if he gets back to full fitness(especially after getting impaled and thrown off a building). That explains the slightly thicker build.

• Now without the threat of the Kraang or Foot Clan, he’d likely be more relaxed, and potentially even go out onto the surface more often.

• During his recovery period, he started to expand his diet to foods he wouldn’t eat normally, as he wanted to get his strength back quicker. (He secretly eats whatever snacks Mikey brings back to the lair.)

[reginadiutopia]

Loving the Devil [Authella - chapter 5]

Previously: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11206308/1/Loving-the-Devil

Part 5: Living with the Devil

[Or actually Isaac and Cruella talking about TV shows and fighting for the remote control]

**

Three months were passed and Isaac found out not only that it was possible to live for him, but also that it was possible to live with the devil. 

With natural gradualness they were finding themselves being an actual couple: they went around Storybrooke together, they shared the bed every night and most of all they had decided to leave the uncomfortable room at Granny’s and move into one of the most beautiful houses in town. It belonged to Gold before, but a deal proposed by Isaac and a not too much hidden threat from Cruella was more than enough to persuade him; after all, there had been sufficient times to understand that when it came to Belle, the Dark One’s selfishness dangerosuly crumbled. And the new couple, showing on the contrary selfishness of their own, had touched exaclty that weakness.

So, while Storybrooke seemed to have reached an atmosphere of peace and normality, the two were trying to adapt to it. And it’s easy to like normality for those who are not used to it.

“Cruella, I’m home”

An unexpected unpleasant smell was the welcome Isaac got that evening, but it was only when his eyes landed on the set table that he managed to identify it. The black and white tablecloth, a vase of disquieting black roses as centrepiece and two plates full in a confused way of meat and strange vegetables: it was a very questionable picture, but that didn’t make everything more believable. Because Isaac still couldn’t believe that she had actually cooked.

“Have you really made dinner for us?”

In the meanwhile Cruella, sitting on the sofa, were closing the nail polish she had just finished to put on, and only then she looked up to him. And it was actually a glare.

“I was bored to death, darling” she simply answered eventually, blowing on the red nails.

As a matter of fact, she wasn’t wrong: if he had found a job as main journalist for the Daily Mirror after Sidney Glass’s missing, she had nothing to do all day – except going around with her car along with Maleficent and Ursula. However, despite the surprise for the dinner and the half empathy for her boredom, Isaac felt that answer as an accusation and it was the secret feeling of resentment that suddenly won.

“I can only imagine how much fun you had with your dear husband” he said in fact ironically. Finding out that she had been married was probably the only thing that he really couldn’t forgive her.

The woman stared at him this time with a flash of fury and the man almost regret to have caused her change of mood.

“I’ll let you know that I lived in a huge masion in Long Island” she replied – and his irony in her voice turned into sarcasm. “If you decided to write me a mansion of at least three floor with a wonderful garden and maybe a fountain in it… Well, maybe I would be happier!”

Isaac stared back at her and it was his turn to feel angry; but just when he started feeling that emotion, he simply shook his head and let out a smile in place of a sharp answer. His decision to avoid the use of the magic pen was the main reason behind their fights, he knew that, and that night he didn’t want to fight. So, without answering, he just sat in front of the table and allowed himself some moments to study the table. The bad smell was still in the air and the meat seemed at the same time burned and cold as death, but the realization that she had made something for him – even if out of boredom – was enough to make him happy.

“It’s… excellent” he commented after the first brave mouthful.

He was lying, of course.

 **

 Sitting on the sofa under a cover, playfully joking to take charge of the remote control: apparently it was a typical scene of a normal couple; however the presence of a bottle of gin instead of pop corn and the fact that the image on the TV changed quickly between splut and romance stressed their originality.

“We aren’t going to watch Midnight in Paris again, darling…” Cruella decided, pushing a botton, casually.

And casually on the screen appeared an episode of Criminal Minds.

“And I don’t want to watch this TV show!”

“I know, the serial killers’ stories are always moving… But you really are too sentimental”

Isaac raised both his eyebrows, not believing the accusation. He would have liked to tell her that serial killers were the last thing that gave emotions to him in that show, but he knew that they had two very different concept of emotions after all.

“That’s not true… I’m not too sentimental!”

“Oh darling, you covered your eyes for Obery Martell’s death and you actually cried for it!”

The author found himself widening his eyes for the second time. Actually, he considered a success that he had managed to fall asleep that night – and he had dreamt Gregor Clegane, anyway.

“Well, it was a pretty normal reaction… You instead have laughed!”

And she still laughed at the memory. “It was funny… It was really a funny death! I wish I had that idea myself…” she sighed in an almost nostalgic way. But her expression quickly changed, though. “By the way I don’t understand why you are so against Criminal Minds when you are living with an UNSUB… You should call Derek Morgan to get me”

“Oh but really? You would like to meet that agent, wouldn’t you?” the man echoed her, now in an amused tone. “But I have all the intentions to keep you for myself… UNSUB and all”

With that sentence between mischievous and sweet, he attracted her to him, with the intention to embrace her during all the episode, even if it wasn’t her the one to need that contact. He already knew how that night would have ended: Cruella would have laughed at any homicide, supported the serial killer and, once the episode was over, she would have obliged him to watch American Horror Story – even if she found it pretty boring.

Yes, they could have looked like a normal couple and they could have done all the ordinary things together – just not in the ordinary way.

**

Allow me a little note. Can you imagine how cute it would be to see them watching GOT Oberyn’s death? I mean Isaac would scream and cover his eyes, while Cruella would laugh and praise Martin’s genius forever. I’m actually fangirling for this, and I’m not sorry.