Thanks To The Tropical Storm, My Schools Been Shit Down Until These Get Better. That Means Ill Be Holed

Thanks to the tropical storm, my school’s been shit down until these get better. That means I’ll be holed up in my dorm, working on my bruce wayne x reader series. Hopefully i can churn something out by Friday, we’ll see. I’ll also put some of my old works in the junkyard. Until then, stay safe if your in the gulf area like me.

We’ll have to rip up the current version of urban planning. More walkable cities and neighborhoods. Less suburban sprawl. God please let this happen

Here’s a radical idea.

Let’s not only build more public parks, let’s build more public parks and install as much native vegetation as possible? More water efficient, more public space where you can hang out with your friends without being accused of loitering, better for the environment, and an accessible place for people to still be near nature.

I see your point, but for me I’ve always connected the chakra blockage with the lightening bolt and the last chakra he had to unlock because of the reappearance of the purple avatar state image in the finale battle, the same one he was trying to access prior to the lightening.

My original point still stands though, regardless of the blockage caused by physical or mental damage. Throughout the show, aang had issues controlling the avatar state. In s2, guru pathik shows up with a way to help him control it, and his methods work. So aang knows how to unlock his chakra, but never attempts it. He never tries to figure out how to unclock it, even if was locked by physical damage, he never made that discovery. They just threw that conflict in the trash and made the guru arc pointless. Then threw in a well placed rock and called it a day.

Genuinely upset when i think about the second season finale of avatar. What was the point of giving aang internal conflict if later in season three a rock fixes the issue? Makes the entire guru arc pointless. Everytime i rewatch it i get upset

Whats boils my buttons is that the creators either forgot that specific conflict or repoed the original plot to give us kataang in the end. It doesn’t make sense. I think they repoed that shit bc in the ember island players episode aang literally talked about how if he hadn’t blocked his chakra he would be in the avatar state. So its like, Yall remembered the conflict? And just didn’t care anymore?

And *screech* you know what, i dont have time now, but later I’ll get into how the creators fucked themselves with kataang bc that ship makes no logical sense when you look at the overall story.

Nothing left in my queue, time to load it up

Soft!Sukuna x anxious gn!reader who is his vessel

This is just some self indulgent fluff - sue me. Sukuna handling his vessel that has some severe anxiety.

Minors, I do not want you interacting with my work.

He will absolutely bully you for being a nervous wreck - “you share a body with the king of curses, don’t insult me by being anxious. It’s not like anything could even touch you”

He really really doesn’t understand (how could he? He’s a heartless age-old curse who’s blood thirsty)

But you can’t share a body and half a mind with someone and not get a little attached (even if you’re Sukuna)

After the first several fingers have been found and it’s been awhile since you became his vessel, he sort of resigns himself to treating you like a slightly inconvenient pet/roomate

He pays attention to your inner monologue and adds comments that might seem harsh, but help to keep you from spiraling into negative thoughts

He keeps telling himself he isn’t going soft, it’s just better in the long run to have a mentally stable vessel. He doesn’t want you failing to collect all 20 fingers.

He can’t keep ignoring it when you have a panic attack one night and beg him to take control so you don’t have to feel the physical affects

He does so without hesitation - the genuine desperation in your voice shaking him to his core.

When he first takes over he feels how your heart was racing and how it felt like there was a twisting weight in your sternum - a shaking hand reaching to touch it in confusion

He’s never personally experienced something like this, even though he knows that you struggle with it, he’s only ever had to deal with the echoes of your thoughts

He scowls at the idea of you being so upset that you face physical repercussions

He’s able to reign in your body’s fight or flight instinct, overriding it with his cold and calm demeanor, and lays down in your bed, allowing the adrenaline crash to put you to sleep

When your body is fully unconscious he ends up back in his domain, assuming you’re soul will have slipped back into its rightful place as soon as he left

But you’re seated in front of his throne, head pillowed on your arms that you’ve rested on the seat. His first instinct is to belittle you for being so pathetic and letting you’re guard down around him, but as he watches the steady rise and fall of your back with each breath, he realizes how long it’s been since he’s seen you this calm

Over the last few months you’ve become more high strung, each mission pushing you harder and harder, while also reminding you that you’re time with these new friends was limited. That there was a very real end date for you.

He’d found himself hearing your racing thoughts later and later into the night, sleep becoming virtually nonexistent for you.

And so he begrudgingly let go of the urge to wake you, instead choosing to lift you up before sitting down in his thrown with you in his lap. When your face scrunches up at the sudden movement, he pulls you closer to the warmth of his body and gently presses his forehead against yours, willing you to sleep soundly while safely inside his domain.

Safe from the world that hurt you so much.

Safe with him.

He keeps telling himself he isn’t soft, even though he knows he’s lying - he supposes he can make an exception.

Lovely

Happy to say I started the framework to give this series some background. Still don't know what to call the series though. open to suggestions. Anyway, the teaser:

She stood behind the man, measuring tape around her neck and a kettle of tea in her hands, dressed head to toe in knock-offs.

Her shoes were fake Luis Vuitton and the purse she carefully placed at her workstation looked to be fake Fendi. Her slacks, though in style, looked like they came from a discount store. Her shirt was the worst offender, the signature Burberry plaid was all wrong. The older women of Wayne Enterprises would call her attempt offensive.

Bruce thought she looked lovely.