#Hawk is the worst 😭😭

[xxxvomitboyxxx]

Soo who’s gonna be brave and gifset the scene where Tim asks Hawk when they’re going to see each other next and Hawk doesn’t answer 🧍🏻

[yeenybeanies]

[dnd au] soap, the summer eladrin artillerist artificer! 💥💥💥

[lelianaslefthand]

i’ve already thought about kaya AUs a lot for origins and inquisiton but never really thought about a hawke!kaya one bc she’s an elf but upon further reflection… the loss of her entire family is very much in character. also the party member she had a crush on in our first campaign reminds me of isabela a little. and she Would help kickstart a rebellion then fucking dip

[rivilu]

Just got the missive too. Stop trying to make me buy it I'm not going to buy it!

Yeah girl I'm sorry I'm not buying that shit

[lueurjun]

medieval knight!heeseung.

knight!heeseung x royalty!reader. in which heeseung, a loyal knight bound by duty, finds himself powerless when you, his royal charge, are gravely injured — evoking the rise of forbidden feelings.

it’s been a while since i did something like this, but i love doing these types of posts. i might be a little rusty so bare with me but i was feeling inspired.

he had fought in wars, bled for kingdoms, and smelled the breath of death countless of times, yet it was you who brought him to his knees in an agonising cry.

heeseung didn’t know fear until his eyes settled upon the crimson stain by your abdomen, didn’t know panic until he caught your falling frame, and had never kissed desperation until he saw your eyes shutter closed.

not me putting you through hell already-

he prayed to every deity he knew, whispered wishes to a thousand stars, hoping they were listening, that they would take pity on his desperation. he swore to change every bad habit, to undo every wrong he’d ever committed, all for a chance that your wound would be shallow enough to heal swiftly, that fate might grant him this one mercy.

never one to linger behind the cold stone walls of the castle, you’d asked for a walk to the markets. heeseung, your personal knight—the one entrusted with guarding you, the kingdom’s most cherished treasure, held the highest honour in the land. he was bound to you, dedicated to your safety and well-being, he was your shadow, as constant as the sun.

it was on this walk that you had wandered out of his hawk eyed gaze, woven into the thick herd of your people, becoming a vulnerable target for a limited space of time.

‘hawk eyed gaze’ bffr he lost you 😭

a moving dummy, ready to be struck down without your trusted shadow directly beside you.

the arrow had already sunk deep into your flesh, it’s jagged tip protruding as your body crumpled, half way to the ground before you even realized heeseung was no longer by your side.

a wave of frantic screams erupted from the crowd, their hands reaching out in desperation, but amidst the chaos, your attacker slipped away, vanishing like a coil of smoke into a narrow side street.

OOOH OOOH OOOH YOU WANNA GET FUCKED UP 🤺

heeseung was by your side a heartbeat later, his breath ragged with panic. the horror etched across your face mirrored his own, and as he cradled you, every inch of him screamed in self loathing. he had failed you. he had been bestowed the highest rank of honour—and he couldn’t even prove himself worthy.

what had meant to be a peaceful day—an innocent breath of fresh air and a chance to mingle with your people—had shattered in the worst way imaginable. and now, heeseung found himself carrying your bloodied form back to the castle, creating an uproar of chaos from the guards standing watch.

hours dragged like light years, each second stretched taut with dread. with every passing minute, heeseung seemed to fade into a hollow shell of himself. he was pale as a ghost when he faced the king and queen, and by the time the healers had arrived, his complexion had turned a sickly shade of green—as if he, too, bore the wound you’d suffered, carved into his skin with an invisible knife.

“perhaps you should sleep, dearest,” said the queen, her honeyed voice seeping through his skin and reaching for his frozen organs—warming, but never thawing the glacier lodged in his chest.

failure. failure. failure. a cruel mantra carved into his mind, echoing like a curse only he could hear.

not him being bullied by his brain ☹���

heeseung knew it wasn’t an order, merely a gentle suggestion — so he felt no guilt in refusing. the queen only nodded with quiet understanding, pressing a kiss to your brow before taking her leave.

not him ignoring the goddamn queen for you! standards are RAISED

several days and several nights passed in a blur of rising suns and flickering candle light, and still, your most trusted guard remained—gripping your hand like it was the thing keeping him tethered to earth.

the devotion??? give him the throne rn idc

and then, beneath a moon hanging high and the hush of a world drowned in exhaustion, your eyes fluttered open.

“heeseung?”

a gentle hum of a voice broke through the weak barriers of sleep, and his own eyes shot open at the sound of your very first word.

you hadn’t even known he was in the room until you craned your neck to the right, haziness giving way to relief at the comforting sight of your most faithful companion — the embodiment of safety.

yeah he’s there ig 🙄 i’m also here too

“your highness,” he breathed out, feeling the glacier start to melt beneath the warmth of your gaze, dripping into his core as you cast aside all propriety and extended your arms, inviting him into an embrace that defied the boundaries between a knight and a royal.

still, heeseung slid from the chair to his knees before you, trembling hands gripping you with a tenderness so raw it nearly unleashed a waterfall of tears.

“i’ve been so worried… i’m so sorry i wasn’t fast enough,” the weight of regret poisoned his tone, the words tumbling off his tongue in quick succession. “i should have been there, it should have been me who took the arrow.”

he’s so dramatic pls

i’d also take an arrow for you btw- heeseung could never handle an arrow the way i would

JUST ONE CHANCE I BEG

taking his face in your palms, a soft voice of caution echoed in the back of your mind, warning that you were teetering on the edge of something far beyond duty and trust—something that was driven purely by the beat of your heart.

medieval boss/employee romance core LMAO

“i’d much rather neither of us take an arrow.”

“but my duty is to protect you and—”

“and you have, heeseung,” you cut in gently, your touch deliciously torching his skin. “this one wound doesn’t erase all the others you have prevented. your duty is not in question.”

heeseung’s eyes slammed shut, momentarily shedding his title, ignoring the consequences of his hearts desires, as he rested his forehead gently against yours.

mirroring his expression, a soft sigh escaped your parted lips, revelling in the feel of his flesh against your own. his thundering heart steadied with every breath you gifted to the air, reminding him that you were safe—you were alive, and you didn’t blame him.

consequences be damned, heeseung allowed himself the night—slipping into bed beside you, holding you in his arms as he whispered improper confessions and desperate declarations. he held you tightly, the two of you breathing in sync until your hearts steadied to the same beat.

bros about to risk it ALL

“this is going to get complicated,” spoke the king in a quiet whisper to his wife, his voice barely audible as they peeked around the door and found you sleeping in the arms of your knight, a peaceful expression softening your features, captivating your entire being.

“hearts know no boundaries, they do not live by the royal code,” the queen replied with a gentle sigh, though her eyes gleamed with something akin to pride. “let us leave them for now. it seems this is the deepest sleep he’s had in years.”

yep. uhuh. even the queen ships it.

[keigotakamiii]

I love your fics so much omg😭😭 especially your angst ones!!

I was wondering if you can do a hawks x reader where they have been distant kinda of like the fractured wings one.

But could you do one where they have been arguing ALOT and it’s been getting progressively worst until a huge argument breaks out and hawks accidentally puts his hands on us?

Sorry if this is a low blow I’m just curious 😭😭😭

my first ask!!! id love to do this!! you cannot understand how excited i am

The tension between you and Hawks had been brewing for weeks—sharp words, lingering glares, nights spent in cold silence. Every conversation seemed to spiral into another argument, another fight neither of you knew how to stop.

Tonight was no different.

“I don’t understand why you keep shutting me out, Keigo!” Your voice cracked with frustration as you stood across from him in your dimly lit apartment. “I’m trying to help you, but you won’t let me!”

“I didn’t ask for your help!” Hawks shot back, his golden eyes burning with something dangerously close to exhaustion. “I can handle my own damn problems!”

You clenched your fists. “That’s the problem! You think you have to do everything alone! You won’t let anyone in—not even me!”

His wings flared, his breathing uneven. “Because the second I do, people get hurt! I can’t afford to be weak!”

“You’re not weak, Keigo! You’re—”

But before you could finish, Hawks moved—too fast, too abrupt. His hands shoved you, not hard, but enough to make you stumble back.

A heavy silence fell between you both.

Your breath hitched, shock settling into your bones as you stared at him. He looked just as stunned, his own hands trembling in the space between you.

“I—” His voice broke, horror flashing in his golden eyes. “No. No, no, no… I didn’t mean to—”

You barely had time to process before he was in front of you, hands hovering near your arms but not daring to touch.

“Are you okay?” His voice was thick, shaky. His wings drooped, his entire body tense with regret. “God, I— I shouldn’t have—”

Tears welled in his eyes as he dropped to his knees before you, his hands now clutching yours desperately. “I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t mean it. I— I would never hurt you. Please, believe me.”

You could only stare at him, seeing the way his body trembled, the way he looked absolutely wrecked by what just happened.

Finally, you exhaled shakily, reaching out to cup his face. “Keigo…”

He leaned into your touch instantly, eyes squeezing shut. “I love you,” he whispered. “And I just keep messing this up. Please… tell me I didn’t just lose you.”

Your chest ached at his broken tone. Despite everything, you knew Keigo. You knew the weight he carried, the fears he never voiced. You could see how much this moment had shattered him.

“You didn’t lose me,” you murmured. “But we can’t keep doing this. We need to fix this together.”

His breath hitched as he nodded rapidly. “Anything. I’ll do anything.”

You wrapped your arms around him, feeling the way he melted into you, his apologies muffled against your skin. His wings curled around you both, like he was trying to shield you from the damage he had caused.

And in that moment, despite the fracture in your trust, you held onto him—because even broken wings could heal, as long as he was willing to fight for it.

[bunabi]

I love that there's a massive choice with impact on the story and characters. That's good replay value. I'll take any crumb of choice-driven role-play I can get. I just think it should've happened differently. 😭

In early Act I Rook is a nobody with zero connections and on stress leave from their faction. It felt too soon. Imagine asking Hawke to side with the mages or templars ten hours into DA2. Brother I just got here, and I'm the temp hire, and there's a rude guy in my brain, let me breathe damn.

And if I can be pedantic and nitpicky: that wouldn't happen to Minrathous. Why would this battle-ready mage state able to fend off the most technologically advanced nation in Thedas for centuries — who also closed the first and worst Fade breach themselves ok period — fumble so badly? Especially with the Qunari leadership & Antaam in disarray? Not to mention their close ties to Kal Sharok and god knows what enchanted doohickeys they gain from their ancient blighted Dwarf alliance.

Not saying it's impossible or that I'm incapable of suspending my belief to enjoy the ride, it's literally fiction it's made up do whatever's necessary to tell a fun story, but there should be some ingame justification to give the concept ground to stand on. Because as it stands I'm sorry beautiful Neve, my princess who is yelling at me, but your hometown is too uniquely positioned for worst-case scenarios.

Maybe if they approached it from another angle? Like whichever city you choose to save is actually the one that gets destroyed? Both attacks are 'bait' meant to lure the Veilguard out of hiding in the Crossroads, and they annihilate whichever city Rook appears in to get the dagger? Do you see my vision or am I onto nothing?

[slexenskee]

What Moon Songs (Do you sing your babies)

Sorry I've dissappeared off the face of the earth I'm crawling my way out of the abyss 😭 to make up for it here's 10 google doc pages of the GojoxHawks mpreg AU

(this is AU after the first few chapters of FLW)

//

It’s only afterwards— months afterwards, that he realizes the full extent of his own stupid actions. 

So many things had to perfectly align in exactly the wrong way for this to happen. But each and every one of them was his own damn fault, so there’s really no one to blame here but himself. 

It had to have happened when Hawks had been sick and recovering in his hotel room, that’s the only way the timing lines up. Gojo has always been good about practicing safe sex— considering how he sleeps around, he sort of has to— and has never slipped up even once… until Hawks. Multiple times, actually, not even counting the time he was sick. There’d also been that time in Palawan, when he hadn’t brought any condoms with him because he’d honestly thought he wouldn’t need them. That had been rather profoundly short sighted of him, in hindsight. And then of course there were the time(s) when Hawks was staying in his hotel room, when they couldn’t keep their hands off each other and once again Gojo hadn’t thought to go out and buy any condoms because he’d genuinely thought he wouldn’t need any. Hawks had been sick! Basically delirious! How was he supposed to know that the moment he’d recovered enough he’d jump him? And on a related note, how was Gojo supposed to summon up enough willpower to stop him? 

To that point— how was Gojo even supposed to know he should stop him?

That too, though, is entirely his fault.

Apparently it’s a regular part of sex-ed during middle school— except Gojo never went to class in middle school, so he’d entirely missed the memo. With the advent of quirks came a rare genetic mutation that allows for male pregnancies among a small subset of the population. Rare, but not entirely unheard of, either. It was certainly common enough for a segment to be taught in public schools, and testing to be done as part of the gamut of health checks most kids go through around puberty. Most kids aside from Gojo, who was out terrorizing organized crime syndicates just for fun at that age. 

Yeah, he’s a fucking idiot. This entire situation was so laughably avoidable, and yet he’d managed to end up in it anyway. 

Anyway so now he’s having an existential meltdown in the middle of his still unfinished bathroom, staring numbly at the flecks of grout still flaking off the new tile, wondering what the fuck he’s supposed to do now.

“Satoruuu,” a voice whines from the other side of the bathroom door. “I need to pee.”

Gojo scrambles to his feet, binning the evidence of all the pregnancy tests and burying it under a cloud of toilet paper just before he wrenches the door open, smile fixed in place. “Sorry Eri-chan! I was spacing out.”

Eri just takes the excuse at face value, bounding into the only current usable bathroom in the house and shutting the door behind her.

Gojo sighs wearily, slumping against the wall just outside the door.

Alright, first on the agenda is finding a temporary residence for them while he gets an army of contractors to fix the worst of the ‘home improvement’ sins he’s committed upon this house as quickly as possible. He’d originally thought redoing the rooms would be a fun bonding activity for him and Eri, but now he knows all those chemicals will be bad for… for the baby, so that’s probably a bad idea now. He’s also going to need this house in livable condition as fast as he can make it happen, because apparently… there’s going to be a baby here in less than six months. 

He’s also going to need a doctor, and a very good and discreet one at that. From what he’s read in his mad frenzy of online searching, male pregnancies are very high risk. He’s not at all worried for himself, seeing as though he can heal from just about anything, but that same protection doesn’t extend to the other person currently taking up roost inside him. He frowns. Or does it? Wouldn’t his reversed-curse technique still work on them when they’re still a parasite leeching off of his body? When exactly does their cursed energy start to deviate from each others to the point he can no longer heal them as an extension of himself? Man, what he wouldn’t give for a conversation with Shoko right now.

He can worry about things like clothes and furniture and baby food after he’s settled the most immediate concerns on his list. Namely, fixing this house and finding a doctor. And telling Eri, although he doubts that will be much of an issue. The girl will be beyond excited to be an older sibling.

Now as for telling his family and telling Hawks…

Gojo winces.

Yeah, okay. It says a lot that he’d rather tell Endeavor, to his face, that he’s getting another grandchild than fessing up to Hawks about carrying his kid. Even the thought of it is going to give him a stress tumor.

Well, stress is bad for babies, right? So maybe he should just table the thought for later. You know, for his health.

At any rate there are a lot of things he could have done differently to stop himself from getting in this situation, and plenty more he could have done to salvage it had he known about it. 

As it stands, mulling in his own regrets isn’t going to help anyone, least of all himself. 

All he can do now is try to find a viable path forward… whatever that may be. 

“All done,” Eri announces as she closes the bathroom door behind her, sounding inordinately proud of herself. “I washed my hands.” 

Gojo huffs out a laugh under his breath. 

She’s so adorably precocious. With the way she quietly longs for a loving home and family, she’ll be ecstatic to hear she’ll get the chance to be an older sister. She already bosses Meow around like he’s a little brother, and has a troop of stuffed animals she often pretends are her baby siblings. Between living with him and starting a life outside of the traumatic confines of the Shie Hassakai, bringing a new kid into the mix will be a lot on a little girl. But Gojo doesn’t necessarily think that’s a bad thing; the change will be good for her, and help her focus on things to look forward to. 

“Good job, Eri-chan.” He reaches down to ruffle her hair. 

It feels sort of silly to praise someone for using the bathroom and washing their hands properly afterwards, but Fuyumi had told him these kinds of habits are good to ingrain at this age. And at least he never had to worry about teaching her how to use the bathroom in the first place.

He internally winces at the thought. 

At almost six years-old, Eri is fairly self-sufficient. She can’t be left alone in the house, and needs supervision for things like bathtubs and cutting up her own food, but he doesn’t have to worry about her accidentally rolling over and suffocating herself, or falling down the stairs and breaking her neck. She can use words to express herself well enough, and for the most part can be trusted to sleep through the night by herself without incident. 

A baby… can’t do any of that. From what little he remembers of Fuyumi and Natsuo’s births, they can’t even lift their own heads up. 

And he remembers what it was like, having those two toddlers running about the house. Rei tried her best, and she even had housekeepers and maids to help her, but more often than not Gojo ended up having to figure out what the hell to do with these strange babbling creatures that kept trying to follow him around entirely on his own. It was definitely a trial by fire. He remembers dragging Fuyumi and Natsuo to the park by himself, trying to push Fuyumi on a swing while Natsuo wanted to climb on his back. Natsuo had ended up falling off his shoulders while he was attempting to keep Fuyumi from jumping off the swing. The two year-old Natsuo had, shockingly enough, brushed the fall off after a few seconds blinking up at Gojo waiting to see his own reaction; seconds in which Gojo had swore his heart stopped. He’d thought he’d accidentally broken his little brother’s neck. 

He’d refused to come out of his room, let alone spend unsupervised time with them, for weeks after that. 

Eventually he’d had to come to the startling realization that the little brats were more resilient than he thought, but he wasn’t liable to forget how easy they were to kill by accident. 

He didn’t do a… completely terrible job with them, in hindsight. 

He tends to forget about that time in his life, before he’d started sleeping out of the house more often than he did in it, before Rei started locking herself in her room for weeks at a time. But he’d been there for it, even if he didn’t have to care for his siblings in the manner he eventually would once both Rei and Endeavor were out of the picture. And despite his best efforts, there were times when a toddler would be thrust at him and he’d had to figure out what the hell to do with them without making them cry. 

But he hadn’t wanted to be put in that situation, and he’s not sure if he wants it now, either. 

He’s all for owning up to his own mistakes, but there’s more at stake here than just his own sense of responsibility.

He looks down at Eri, who’s blinking up at him with a curious expression. 

“Say, Eri-chan, you wanna go on an adventure today?” 

She tilts her head. “Adventure?” 

//

His very first instinct is denial. 

After that comes a surge of fear. He’s not ready for a baby. He’s not even ready for kids, despite the fact he currently has one. He’s never been ready— not in this life, or his last. He’d always shoved the thought out of his mind before it could take root. 

But standing in the backyard of the Todoroki house, he feels a strange sense of peace and inevitably overcome him. 

Sure, this was unexpected, but is he truly as unprepared as he thinks he is? 

Fuyumi is taking advantage of the unseasonably warm afternoon to spread a picnic blanket out by the pond and pull out a bunch of old picture books for Eri. She wants to start a scrapbook for Eri, now that she’s going to be part of the family, and the first step in that is apparently going through all of their old photos. Fuyumi is a little sad to see the box is mostly full of unused materials, and the books themselves are almost entirely untouched, but rallies admirably and decides to use the afternoon as an opportunity to finish them. 

This wasn’t what Gojo had intended when he’d dropped by the house to see her, but they seem to be having such a good time that he can’t bring himself to interrupt them.

He ends up sitting with them and going through the photos, feeling a bit overwhelmed by how nostalgic they make him. 

As much as he’d tried to run away from it all at the time, he’d been just as much of a parental figure in Fuyumi and Natsuo’s lives as their own two parents. Not because he’d wanted to fill that role, but simply because there was no one else. And at the time, it hadn’t seemed like that monumental of a responsibility. Gojo wasn’t alone in raising them; Endeavor could be counted on to fund their lifestyle, and there had been a vast array of staff to help with various household chores. There were some days when the cook had time off, and the messes around the house became too big to wait for the weekly cleaning service, and Gojo would step in to fill the gap, but for the most part he didn’t have to worry about little tasks like that. Their basic needs had always been taken care of, so it was only the more… personal duties that he ended up shouldering. 

They didn’t have staff for things like walks to school and back, or help with homework, or bedtime schedules. If Fuyumi needed help in the morning with her shoelaces, or Natsuo threw a tantrum because his favorite soccer ball was missing, Gojo had been the one to fill the missing parental role. He was the one who bought them all slip-on shoes just to bypass the hassle of shoelaces entirely, and he was the one who took Natsuo on an adventure to the nearest Donki to placate him with a brand new soccer ball and several other toys on top of that whenever he had a tantrum. 

At the time he’d just brushed all that off as the bare minimum an older brother (who was actually mentally a full grown adult) should do for their younger siblings, but looking back on it, that was parenting. 

The amount of meltdowns he had to endure was enough to make him shudder. Rei was never any good with handling those to begin with, growing anxious and frustrated the longer Fuyumi or Natsuo spent crying, and as the years passed she stopped trying to handle them at all. Gojo wasn’t any better at it, at first, but he’d learned through practice when to distract them and when to just let them cry it out. He’d learned a lot of childrearing tricks through pure trial and error; how to get them out the door for school on time without any whining or tears; how to entertain them on rainy afternoons; how to get them to brush their teeth and comb their hair before bed; how to pick out clothes the night before school so they weren’t scrambling around and wasting time in the morning. 

In hindsight, that was probably why he had very few issues with Eri. Aside from her trauma-related meltdown at the toy store, he very rarely had any problems with tantrums. 

Looking back on all the photos of his youth, he actually comes to realize… he’s more experienced and prepared than he’d originally thought. 

At this point in his lifetime(s), he’s technically raised two sets of kids— three, if he wants to count Eri. And each time he’s ended up in this situation, he’s gotten better and better at handling it. Sure, in all three of these situations he’d never asked to be put in the position of a parental figure, but that didn’t make it any less true.

He’s stunned to realize that at this point… he probably wouldn’t be all that awful at fatherhood. A damn sight better than either of his own fathers, at the very least. 

“So, I’m assuming you didn’t come all the way out here to reminisce on old photos,” Fuyumi says, after they’ve distracted Eri in the yard with an old bouncy ball. 

Gojo sighs, scratching at the back of his neck. He supposes he ought to just rip the bandaid off. “No, I didn’t. I actually… had a bit of a favor to ask you.” 

“Of me?” Fuyumi asks, looking rather mystified and perplexed, as if the thought of Gojo needing anything— let alone help from his little sister— was so surreal she could scarcely believe it. 

“Yeah.” 

He really hates to do this, but he can swallow his pride when he needs to. And right now, there’s really only one person he can entrust with this. 

“... Can you call Endeavor here for me?”

//

Truly, this child… Endeavor is never going to meet with him without having heart palpitations, is he?

“So,” Touya claps his hands, grinning brightly at him. “Remember when I said I couldn’t have kids? I lied.”

Endeavor staggers into the seat behind him, wondering if he’s having an out of body experience. This can’t be happening. This is… he cannot comprehend this. 

The strongest villain— and hero— on the planet, with the spotlight firmly fixed on his every move, with so many viciously hungry enemies waiting to tear him down on all sides of the law, is really trying to tell him that—

“You’re pregnant?” He repeats, voice high with disbelief.

“Surprise!” Touya cheers. “I’ve got… I think six more months until I have a baby? Give or take a few?”

“We have to start shopping,” Fuyumi gushes at his side, already looking effusively giddy at the thought. “We have to come up with a theme for the room! Not to mention all the clothes and the toys… let’s do something matching with Eri-chan! That’ll be so cute!”

Endeavor stares at her like she’s grown a second head. She’s taking this news without breaking stride. She actually looks pleased about it. She’s excited. There’s a new addition to the family, and a new child to dote on. A baby, no less. An excruciatingly helpless, tiny, little baby…

Endeavor cannot share in her joy at all.

He’s absolutely, unequivocally, terrified. He doesn’t think he’s been this afraid in his entire life. 

Despite all the chaos he regularly kicks up on a daily basis, Touya is a hard person to worry about. He’s too powerful, too in control of his own abilities and the world around him, to ever truly worry about him, no matter what life or death situation he finds himself in. 

And right now, at what is undoubtedly the most dangerous time in his life— he’s also at his most vulnerable. 

The fact that he’s here, coming to Endeavor at all, means he’s well aware of this fact. 

Endeavor sighs heavily. 

He wants to be happy for his eldest son. In a way, he thinks he is. Touya is an excellent older brother to his younger siblings, and already a wonderful father to Eri. He’ll be a wonderful father to this new child, too. And he doesn’t hate the thought of grandchildren. The thought of them throws him into a bit of an existential panic, but he’s hardly against the idea. If anything it’s a good thing, that his children are growing up and having families of their own, that he hasn’t ruined that for them in the same way he’s ruined so much of their lives… 

But it’s hard to be happy for him when, at his core, he only feels fear. 

Todoroki Enji has always been a creature full of fear. Fear of his angry drunk of a father, fear of being abandoned by his mother, fear of her new husband that was even worse than her first. As he grew, that fear quickly turned to anger, anger into hatred and, finally, into suffering. It’s a cycle that, in hindsight, he’s shocked he hadn’t pushed onto his own children. Torn of any outlet to feel anger towards, all he can feel now is fear. 

“No,” he finds himself saying, abruptly cutting Fuyumi off.

Both his children turn to look at him.

“It’s too dangerous,” he says. “We’ll have an assistant procure the necessities. No one can find out about this.”

“But, dad…” Fuyumi starts to protest.

He shakes his head adamantly. “This is a very dangerous situation, Fuyumi. You may be a private citizen, but you are well known as my daughter. Even that is worrisome, but if anyone was to connect you to Touya…”

Touya tilts his head at him, expression impossible to read. “You think I’ll be putting her in danger?”

“I think you’re putting yourself in danger.” Endeavor shakes his head. “Touya, this is… your situation is already precarious, and for the next few months, you’ll be at your most vulnerable. The media is already hunting for any information they can find on you, to say nothing of law enforcement and the government. You cannot have word of this getting out.”

Touya just raises a brow. “Are you trying to tell me what to do, old man?”

“No!” Endeavor denies, loudly, scared that his eldest will dismiss his concerns out of hand simply because they’re coming from him. 

He knows he’s never had a good relationship with his eldest son. It’s bold of him to assume he ever even had a relationship with him, at all. Touya has never wanted his advice, even as a child. As an adult, he probably wants it even less. 

“No,” he says, softer this time, closing his eyes. “I know I have no right to tell you what to do— just as you have no reason to ever heed my advice. But if I can offer you any bit of wisdom from my own experience having children in the spotlight, let it be this.”

He all but deflates in his seat, opening his eyes. He’s surprised to see Touya isn’t leaping for his throat at the very thought of his worthless father attempting to lecture him in any capacity. But Touya has always surprised him at every turn, so perhaps he shouldn’t be so shocked. If anything, Touya seems rather willing to hear him out, sitting placidly across from him.

He meets that unyielding, crystalline gaze with a solemn expression. “Your mother went to all her prenatal appointments under a false name,” he starts, slowly. “The doctor was aware of her true identity, but I avoided going there in person.”

That was, in truth, both a precaution and a personal choice. He’s ashamed to say he wouldn’t have wanted to go in the first place, and the security the anonymity gave her was simply a convenient excuse. 

“I can vouch for the security of Mustafu General,” he continues. “Almost every hero in the area uses them, and their discretion is top-notch.” 

He rubs warily at his forehead.

If he’d thought having children as the Number Two Hero was a liability, he cannot even fathom what it will be like for Touya. Rei was a civilian, and the secretive nature of their marriage made her easy to slip under the radar. His face and name may have been known unanimously across the country, but hers had not. But Touya was not only in a physically vulnerable position, he was also the one in the spotlight. And if the father is who he thinks it is…

He clears his throat, awkwardly. “May I ask who the father is?”

Fuyumi looks tentatively towards Touya, brow creasing. Touya doesn’t even bat an eyelash as he says, blandly, “No.” 

Endeavor nods. He’d expected that response. Touya has no reason to confide in him. 

“... Touya,” Fuyumi starts, hesitantly. “Do you think it might be… better to tell him?”

Touya shakes his head. “No, I don’t,” he says. He stares Endeavor down in a way that’s rather pointed as he adds, slowly; “I think, for everyone’s sake, it’s best if that’s left to interpretation. Plausible deniability, and all that.”

Endeavor swallows down the dry lump in his throat. 

Yes, Touya is right. It’s best if he doesn’t have definitive confirmation on who the father is. Nonetheless it’s a damning thing to say. Does Touya not trust Hawks? Perhaps. But more than likely, Touya does not trust who Hawks works for. Even now, the HPSC is maintaining a worrying, awful silence when it comes to International Pro Hero Six Eyes. And Endeavor, as a hero licensed under their jurisdiction, is just as beholden to them. If they come asking, for whatever reason, it’s better for everyone if he has nothing to tell them.

“Touya is right,” he agrees, voice grave. “The less people who know the truth, the better. Myself included.”

Fuyumi purses her lips, but says nothing else.

[the-anime-enthusiast]

pls shoto / hawks type of women

MHA CHARACTERS TYPE IN WOMEN

#2 Keigo Takami - Hawks

KEIGO TAKAMI - PHYSICAL

He likes his women a lil shorter 😌🫶 Like 5'2 - 5-6 buuutt will GLADLY take on a model height baddie ANY DAY OF THE WEEK "what's the point of wings if I can't use them to fly up and kiss you??" 🤧

AN ABSOLUTE ASS MAN he loves the legs, the butt, all of it and in between but besides be a total tweaker for a nice ass he has a special place in his heart for boobs 🫶 specifically b-c cups though 🌚 he doesn't know why but he likes a smaller size 😉

Siren eyes are his ULTIMATE WEAKNESS something about someone who looks so intense and like they're about to eat him alive bc hes so fucking annoying GETS BRO GOING 🤩 He can tease you all day any day but if you act like he's just another guy to you HE WILL CHASE YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE DAMN EARTH ‼️‼️

Sucker for dimples 😌 Loves to see some chubby cheeks with the cutest dimples 🫡 AND SMILE LINES OMFGGG 😍😍😍🙏🙏🙏 he doesn't even know what it is about them but it makes his heart SKIP A BEAT

He LUVS a sun kissed skin look 🌞 like a slightly tanned face with some redness left over from a sunburn, freckles starting to pop up everywhere HE LOVES IT 💥💥💥

Short and stout or tall and skinny he loves it all 🫡🫡🫡 Bro is NOT PICKY 😭 As long as ur face cute hell love you until hell freezes OVVVERRR BRO 🌚🌚🌚

KEIGO TAKAMI - MENTAL

Literally just someone he can vibe with 🙂‍↕️ If you match energy he will worship you like THE AIR HE BREATHES 😍 Just someone laid back and chill but also can have a fub time and a positive outlook on the future "pessimists are my worst enemy" was once scratched from an interview 🌚

While he loves an optimist and like minded folk realism is the most important thing he could ask for -- Someone who understands his job and the things he has to do 💯 (this stems a lot from the twice incident which i will touch on at the end of this)

Can we all admit he's fs got mommy issues ✋ he would die for a lady who will hold him in her arms at the end of the day and just let him exist in the peace and quiet of his home with her 🙂‍↔️

SMART WOMEN 😍 he loves someone smart, youre working to get ur PhD? SMASH‼️ A teacher ?? SMASH‼️ Literally any job or skill that requires emotional strength and a BIG BRAIN and he's weak in the knees 🤭

KEIGO TAKAMI - RANDOM

Blissfully unaware people who will lounge in bed all day reading a magazine then running up to him as he gets home from work peppering him will kisses is like a very specific want of his - 😭 bro just wants someone to love him fr ✊😔

Has a weird thing for teachers -💀 Anytime a girl is like "Oh yeah I never told you? I'm a Pre-K teacher!' his eye twitches and he feels like he's going insane 😶‍🌫️ (in the best way possible)

You're the only person he's ever told this or would let do this to him - but give him back scratches at the base of his wings AND HE EVAPORATES 🫠🫠

NERDS 💯💯💯 A secret fangirl???? He's never living it down. EVER. He'll bring you home limited edition, u released, ect ect merch for, not only him, but ALL THE TOP HEROES bc he gets first dibs from being so high in the charts 😌

Going of off nerds again, IF YOU CORRECT HIM ON SOMETHING (literally anything...it's concerning) HE GETS SOOO HOT AND BOTHERED he's never been able to figure out why but being out in his place by someone so intellectually advance does something to him 🧍‍♀️

THATS THE POST!! (but here's some end credits and comments rq 😉)

About the twice situation, although he recognizes what he did was wrong, he doesn't regret it, because it truly changed the tide and outcome of the war, and he needs someone who sees that and defends him whole heartedly ✋

ANYWAYS I HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THIS REQUEST ‼️ I've never been a huge fan of hawks so it was SO much fun coming up with stuff and diving more into his character ‼️‼️ I hope y'all enjoy 😉

also...idk if y'all can tell... but I NEED HIM AND FUYUMI TO BECOME A THING PLEASE HORIKOSHI ID GIVE YOU MY LIFE (the head cannons have nothing to do with that shit it's all separate it just happens to line up VERY well) 😍

BYYEEEE THANKYOU ‼️

[embryoed]

I’m so sorry but my ass will NEVER shut up about how the writers came up with an honestly GOOD conflict with the Binary Bros in Part One, only to immediately drop everything that made it interesting in Part Two :-:

Putting my rant under the cut bc idk who’s gonna wanna hear this yapfest

Like, my biggest gripe is how they had Demetri bring up The Arm during his and Hawk’s fight for the flag, only to never mention it again. When he brought it up, a lot of people, including myself, thought that Part Two would probably explore that repressed hurt a little more. Because surely the writers wouldn’t write that into the script if they had no use for it!! Right? RIGHT???? (they did, in fact, end up not using it)

They could’ve used their conflict to make them have a very needed conversation about everything that happened between them in Seasons 2 and 3, because it’s very clear that they never properly addressed that, but they didn’t. Instead, their conflict was handled in what was probably the worst way it could’ve been.

They kept adding on all these new arguments for them to have, all of which were petty as shit and I could not care less for. The cheating plot especially gets me pissed because though I’m a firm believer that Demetri and Yasmine are both raging faggots, the writers aren’t and have been writing Demetri as genuinely being all over her, and that Demetri would NEVER cheat on her (he literally calls her his goddess like nuh uh he’s not a cheater on my soul).

And not only that, but everything they did had NO VALUE!!! All their “arguments” had no substance, especially since they weren’t even really fighting!! Wdym Demetri was supposedly extremely pissed at Hawk, but then they’re sitting together like normal at the bar? Wdym they’re suddenly ganging up on Kenny together?? IT MAKES NO SENSE!!!

Speaking of the Kenny thing, it directly contradicts Demetri’s character for him to be suspicious of Kenny. He was suspicious of him because he immediately forgave Devon for the laxatives, but he did that EXACT SAME THING in Season 3!! And his was worse!! He immediately forgave Hawk for months of torment and for BREAKING HIS ARM!!!! I mean, the writers COULD HAVE used that as an opportunity to have him actually reflect on that and ask himself why he decided to be so forgiving if he’s suspicious of Kenny for doing so, but guess what? THEY DIDN’T!!!!!

Hawk’s line to Demetri telling him to not do shitty things if he didn’t wanna face consequences is also extremely contradictory, considering the fact that he’s done some of the most shitty things out of all the teens on the show!! ESPECIALLY TO THE GUY HE WAS SAYING THAT LINE TO!!!!! Hawk did a bunch of shitty things to Demetri, but he never faced any consequences for them! He faced consequences for betraying Cobra Kai mid-house-fight through them shaving his mohawk, and he faced consequences for being a general asshole through him being an outcast in the beginning of Season 4, but he never faced any consequences SPECIFICALLY for what he put Demetri through. Again, the writers COULD HAVE used it for some reflection, BUT THEY DIDN’T!!!! GOSH!!!!!

Their conflict this season was SOLELY a plot device to make them uncoordinated and therefore bad at fighting because the writers knew that if they were coordinated then they would’ve been slamming all those other wack ass dojos from the beginning. That was it. Both characters came out largely unchanged, if not worse, than before.

The locker room make-up scene was good, but it irks me when I remember that none of their REAL problems were solved by it. I start tweaking out when I remember that they’re still never gonna be able to actually talk about their issues. Like wdym it’s canon that Demetri still has some kind of repressed hurt over having his arm broken but is never gonna actually address it :(( the dick CANNOT be that good for him to keep forgiving and forgetting im begging 😭🙏

TLDR: I’m tweaking out way too much over fictional gay people

[mikolunaria]

Peek-a-pleasure

Pairing: Joel x Reader

Summary: Joel’s working on a project in the front of his house when he catches his neighbour’s daughter’s window open and he’s unable to look away.

Warnings: pervy Joel, age gap (unspecified, your choice), accidental exhibition, fingering, pillow humping, Joel’s the only one who catches you, no use of Y/N. READER IS OF AGE I PROMISE

Word count: 481

A/N: I promise I write longer stories, they’re all just drafted and I lose motivation to write halfway through 😭🙏 one day I’ll post them, I swear 😔

——————

Joel had a decent start to the day - up early, a cup of black coffee, a good enough breakfast before grabbing his tools from the cab of his truck after stepping outside.

It was okay, it was great even. Until noon rolled around.

Joel wiped the beads of sweat that lined his bushy, dark brows with the back of his hand before stopping his work for a quick break with a heavy sigh. Texas was the worst place during summer and Joel had decided to work underneath the beating sun.

His honeyed eyes scanned the neighbourhood, dark orbs soaking in the cars sat in driveways before casting his gaze off to the side. His body tenses when he looks over at his neighbour’s house - more specifically his neighbours daughter’s bedroom window being open.

He catches a glimpse of your bare skin and some part of him - some part he hadn’t realised was in him - urged his legs to step further towards his house, his eyes getting a better look at the young woman next door.

His blood run cold when he realised what you were doing, eyes widening as they fell to your lower back then hips and further down to the pillow you were grinding against desperately.

Joel cursed to himself at staring - at watching his neighbour’s daughter dry hump a pillow. He cursed at himself once more when his mind began to wander, imaging it was him you were on top of instead.

He quickly shook his head and tore his gaze away, yet it didn’t last long when he looked back over - only to nearly choke on his own saliva. Your position had changed drastically, he soon realised, your back pressed against the plush mattress with spread legs.

Joel’s zeroed in on the movement between your thighs, his own arousal stirring beneath his jeans when he saw the subtle movements of your hand.

You were touching yourself. You were touching yourself and Joel, unbeknownst to you, was watching you like a hawk.

He saw your back arch off the linen bedsheets, head thrown back with your mouth open while he watched your hand - your fingers - move faster. You were chasing your release, he realised and swallowed thickly as he continued to watch despite his mind telling him to look away and continue his work.

His mind races the longer he watches, his jeans growing uncomfortably tight as he pictured himself in your room - his fingers replacing yours, your body arching from his touches. From him bringing you pleasure.

He grunts at the thought before nearly groaning when he catches your release, the way your body arches and curves off the bed, the way your thighs tremor with the aftershocks of pleasure that courses through your body.

Joel’s day just went from decent to amazing. And he’d be thinking about that later before he went to bed.

[class1akids]

So this is a genuine question that I hope comes across alright…

As a meta writer, what makes you so confident in knowing the themes of the manga and analyzing it? If you were to look at other analysis that are the opposite and show a different opinion, would you agree with it or now? So when it comes to the MHA ending, with what HK shows and how so many people expected the villains to die, which in the end they did, what made you so fixated on believing that HK was intending for them to live in the end only for him to switch it up. What if it was HK’s intention in the end?

I was on the side of believing the villains would live after seeing the meta blogs on Tumblr that have me hope. So my heart hurts to see what happened. The worst part is previously, I thought they would die but then became confident after reading so many analysis. Unfortunately turns out they did 😭

To be honest, the themes of a manga like BNHA are not that difficult, since Horikoshi is very "loud" about his set-ups. It's not subtle at all - he tends to emphasize his set-up panels and also repeat them several times.

I feel like the "saving villains" storyline was clearly set up with the following moments:

Hawks' attempt and failure at saving Twice

Toga asking "who are saved by heroes / are villains people too"?

Deku's line in 295 - "you looked like you needed saving"

Shoto's line in 298 - "he is me"

Deku in 305 "OFA is meant to save not to kill, I want to save that boy" - which becomes his "win condition"

a whole arc about understanding villains (supposedly)

Ch 342 - weirdo discussion and udon scene

Now, the ending tries to tell you that the villains were "saved" - at least their souls - but ask yourself the questions:

Are you convinced that the villains are truly saved?

Do you feel that there was a satisfying pay-off for the saving themes?

Do you feel like Deku delivered on the "greatest hero" promise?

Do you feel like the new generation did something profoundly different than the previous one and did it believably transform society?

If the pay-off just doesn't seem good enough, it's not because the meta writers did bad analysis, but it's because the writing fell apart in the 3rd act.

When you are in mid-story, it's hard to tell if the narrative is truly off the rails, or it just takes twists and turns. Up until Ch 422, there were ways for a pay-off with the LoV trio and there was a possibility for them to be truly saved. The way 423 ended so abruptly and the whole fandom was like "huh? this was the big finale?" shows that the themes were not implemented convincingly.

And the way Deku became the target of endless memes also shows that the readership did not feel convinced that he surpassed All Might in any meaningful way.

(fwiw, I stopped writing meta towards the end, when it became clear that Hori has failed to deliver the themes he set-up. There is no way to make good predictions on a narrative that has abandoned its themes).

[subskz]

might sound a little far and impossible, but leaving hannie in a cock cage for a full year, how would that turn out?

oh wow 🫢 imagining this for hannie of all ppl is esp crazy when he’s arguably the whiniest most easily worked up most relentlessly horny of the boys…but let’s suspend our disbelief for a min hehe

i think you’d need some unshakable resolve to pull this off w him bc hanji’s neediness isn’t for the faint of heart! he wants to be a good boy more than anything, but his discipline is a lil lacking, which is probably how he ended up in this situation in the first place lol

he’s not above begging, physically clinging to you, or even crying to convince you to please just remove it and let him cum, just this once, and then you can lock him back up n he won’t even think abt asking again until you decided to take pity on him. once it reaches a certain point (probably just a few weeks in, if we’re being honest 😭) he already has absolutely no shame or self-control left in him and he swears he’ll do anything for you just for a little bit of relief ): but despite his constant whining and fussing, he never once uses his safeword. even at his most desperate, a part of him still loves having all his pleasure in your hands like that, it’s strangely gratifying ♡ and he kinda likes how pathetic he feels each time you shut him down and scold him for being so desperate

ofc you’d regularly have to take it off for cleaning n hygeine purposes, n hannie needs to be watched like a hawk during that time bc it’s like the ultimate test for him. that’s definitely when his pleading gets the most difficult to endure. watching him shudder and gasp over every little touch as he cleans himself (or maybe if u really wanna bully him, wash him yourself so he can feel your hand brushing against his dick without giving him what he’s really aching for) he’d fix you w his most irresistible teary doe eyes and whimper softly for you to just touch him just a little more. the worst torture for him would definitely be wearing his cage while he eats you out, bc he gets so so into that he eventually gets hard, and it’s pure agony for him to try and grind down into the mattress w no relief 💔 he might even rile himself up so much that he cums like that, untouched in his cage, and he’s so so disappointed w himself afterwards bc not only did he mess up, it also didn’t feel nearly as good as when you make him cum ): whether or not you punish him for it is up to you, bc he technically didn’t break any rules

and when it’s finally time to remove it, you’ve got the most grateful baby on earth. he’s clinging to you like crazy, promising he’ll do anything you want if only you’ll just touch him! he’d whine so loudly if you made fun of him for how his cock shrunk a lil after all that time in his cage, you wonder if he’ll even be able to please you with it~ but as a reward for lasting so long w only a few mistakes along the way, he gets to cum as many times as his lil heart desires that night. he’s even more insatiable than usual, he doesn’t want to stop until every last drop is drained from his system and his brain is completely broken w nothing to think of but how good you’re making him feel. he doesn’t even complain when you overstimulate him or barely give him the chance to recover before riding him again or taking his dick back into your hand to play w him some more 💓 he’s just happy to finally have all your attention on him again

[perlen-gold]

Get to know your Mutuals

Hiiii 💞 since I've found so many new lovely mutuals here I've created a little tag game (which as been around for ages) ^///^

This kinda got out of control... uh-oh.

Indulge me, will you? 🤗

What's the origin of your blog's title? It's a quote by Oscar Wilde :D

Favorite Fandoms: Dragon Age, The Silmarillion/The Lord of the Rings,

OTP(s) + shipname: Fenrisxm!Hawke (fenhawke) Melkor x Mairon (angbang) Thor x Loki (thorki)

Favorite color: Purple, purple and purple!

Favorite game: Dragon Age and Fatal Frame x3

Song stuck in your head: Elrond's council (but it's a musical) XDDD by Elf Tale Films on Youtube 😆

Weirdest habit/trait? Oh gosh, I'm made out of NOTHING but weird traits... but I guess the weirdest is that I must correct every spelling/grammar mistake I hear/read in both English and German? (I happen to write maaany typos on my phone so that's really exhausting!) Or that I explain maths even to the most reluctant and math-hating people without their permission and despite their explicit orders to "stop right now!!!"?! Or that I run in gallopping archs like a (crazy) horse around my apartment when writing? Or.... 😭

Hobbies: Writing, belly dancing and playing the violin. Very inexpertly so.

If you work, what's your profession? I wanted to become a professional torturer but my parents said no, so I chose the next best thing and became a teacher.

If you could have any job you wish what would it be? A teacher. (I'm pathetic.) I'd teach Math, English and German literature. (Which I do.) And physics. (Which I don't.)

So sad. Also, living the dreeeeam!!! 🎸🎸🎸

Something you're good at: Losing at MarioKart, being notoriously unpunctual and math. Also, I can read really fast xP

Something you're bad at: Remembering things... or names... or appointments... or anything. Also, sharing or talking about my writing.

Something you excel at: Creating chaos and overworry about my writing. Or anything else, really. Also, I'm a REALLY fast reader! 😜🤪😝

Something you love: Literature, books, my students, my family, my cat, and books and literature! 📚💗

Something you could talk about for hours without off the cuff: Literature/books, Dragon Age, my students, my original novel (with many pauses inbetween since, like I said, I'm also bad at talking about my own writing)

Something you hate: Arrogancy, bullying and olives. Oh, and strawberries.

Something you collect: Books and blunders.

Something you forget: Everything. Except my own name. At least I hope so.

What's your love language? Terrible, ironic, biting sarcasm. And movie/literature quotes.

Favorite movie/show: Alien by Ridley Scott <3

Favorite food: Pizza, ramen and pasta of all kinds x3

Favorite animal: Horses and leopards, roarrr! 🐎🐆

Are you musical? I do play the violin and sing. Having said that, I should add that I'm not very musical, after all...

What were you like as a child? Both shy and bold AND an insufferable know-it-all! 😏

Favorite subject at school? Maths <3 (you may hate me, now)

Least favorite subject? Geography, religious education and PE

What's your best character trait? Er, I'm a good friend in need (at least I think so XD)

What's your worst character trait? Perfectionism??? Oh wait, I think I can express this in a more refined way, let me try that again...

If you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? If I'd be in charge, you'd be all fucking freezing to death while I frolick happily in the snow and bring another brain concussion upon myself by my clumsy ice-skating skills! Winter would be SO fucking cold and SO magnificent you'd all hate me for it!!! ❄��☃️🥶

If you could travel in time who would you like to meet? Wolfgang Goethe (yes, I omitted the "von", in your face, dude!) and Agatha Christie x3

Recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!):

In Absentia by AwkwardAnnie (Angbang)

Lunch in Thedas by Kaerwrites (Fenhawke)

Kiss Me Hard Before You Go by TheAngryKimchi (Thorki)

Last but not least, show your favorite fanart of your favorite character(s) (please remember to credit/add links!):

(sorry for the flood!)

Mairon by Krabat

Melkor and Mairon by Krabat

Fenris by raviollies

Fenhawke by Marikdraw (original link does no longer exist ;_;)

✨Tagging @saintstars @gracefallingart @gauntletgirlie @melkor-did-nothing-wrong @sauron-kraut @althanair @privatebooth @just-an-elf-with-the-socks @trash-ainu @winds-of-zephyr416 @barbex @aidanthecryptid @teine-mallaichte @pinkfadespirit @spicywarl0ck @jiangwanyeehaw @booksinwinter @midnottart @maironscrotchlessbreeches @melkorwashere @melkors-defense-attorney @trash-ainuand @elronds-library @teine-mallaichte @thorkidorki @theangrykimchi and @glowing-blue-feathermage ✨

... and everyone else, of course, who feels like playing ❣️

As always, NO PRESSURE, just fun, my friends! <3

[sleepyicon]

wait, what?! i remember this conversation in the show, but knowing exactly what demetri said is a little crazy bc erm the situation eli put u in that made you join a dojo… wasn’t that him bullying you?? i can’t even think of any special memories demetri made with karate prior to the all valley besides beating hawk at the school fight. which was powerful, he was defending himself against his bully. karate might have also given him confidence and he used that confidence to ask out yasmine, but why was he genuinely thanking eli for that. my guy he BULLIED you. he BROKE your arm 😭 u forgave him? cool, but that doesn’t change what he did?? if anything, daniel is who helped you on your journey, HE was your sensei. and he was a sensei that understood you a hell of a lot better than the senseis of cobra kai. and the worst part is later in s6, demetri and eli end up having some beef that looks rlly fucking stupid compared to eli literally bullying demetri. this wasn’t supposed to be a rant post, but this conversation is just rubbing me the wrong way

[waterfire1848]

AU where The Gaang are villains and Ozai's Angels are the heroes.

Hello, @wingchunwaterbender !!!!

I’m sorry this one is so sad😭

1. You know how a lot of people have wondered what would happen if the Avatar turned evil or didn’t want to fight for balance? Well, this era got the answer. During the Day of Black Sun, the Gaang is fighting Fire Nation soldiers and Sokka is killed. Azula didn’t kill him but she did see it happen and they saw the Gaang go absolutely insane. Whatever she thought about Team Avatar before was destroyed in that moment as she saw the team kill every single soldier around them. Azula fled to find Mai and Ty Lee and think about what they should do but while she was doing that the Gaang marched to Ozai and Aang killed him. If the group was at all regretful for their actions, they didn't show it. They didn't show it after they killed Ozai or forced Zuko to join them or established a dictator like rule over the world. Aang becomes one of the most ruthless Avatar's in history, ignoring whatever advice his past lives try to give him. Katara leans into her bloodbender side (learning to do it without a full moon) and starts using her waterbending to torture anyone who challenges her. Toph just starts killing those that oppose her and becomes more and more brutish. Even Suki, who wasn't there when Sokka was killed, starts to become more and more violent which spread to the other Kyoshi Warriors. Within two years after the Day of Black Sun, the world is now ruled over by the group and whoever they decide can be trusted (and that's very few people).

2. While all that is going on, Azula, Mai and Ty Lee have been in hiding, trying to figure out what to do next. Fire Nationals got hit the worst by the Gaang’s take over. The Fire Nation was basically put on lockdown which caused many people to starve and any Fire Nation ship found outside of their territory was sunk immediately. Azula, Mai and Ty Lee worked to get food from the Earth Kingdom to the Fire Nation and it helped to keep a lot of people alive. Eventually, they were found out but fled before they could be captured and now they’re trying to figure out what to do next. Because the Gaang knows Azula is still out there, she has a high bounty on her head and has to conceal herself to avoid detection. One day, Azula is recognized in the Fire Nation but she’s not turned in. Instead, she, Mai and Ty Lee are recruited to join an undercover group that’s trying to fight against the Gaang. (Azula: You think you can take them on with twenty people? The Avatar will kill you all. Fighter: But you’ve killed the Avatar! You did it once! You can do it again! Azula: I killed a very different Avatar than the one you’re fighting now. If I tried that same trick, his waterbender would rip all the blood out of my body. Mai: We have to try something, Azula. This might be our only way to survive. Azula: Fine. What’s the plan?)

3. The plan is to take them out one by one. As a group, they’re too strong to subdue but as individuals they might have a chance if they’re smart about it. The first target is Suki, who remains on Kyoshi Island but her Kyoshi Warriors are spread throughout the Earth Kingdom to help keep order. Ty Lee and Mai disguise themselves as warriors and manage to get into the village without issue but Suki recognizes their hairstyles and stops them in their tracks. After some back and forth, they manage to beat her and take her prisoner. Kyoshi Island’s leader sends a messenger hawk to Aang (which no one sees). After Suki is Toph. Toph has one major disadvantage and that’s if you can attack her from above you could win. Azula uses her fire jets to do just that but Ty Lee is hit during the attack and Toph smashes her arm. The rebellion still wins but Ty Lee is out of commission. (Azula: We have to stop. Fighter: Stop!? We’re so close! Why would we stop now?! Azula: We’re not beating Katara with Ty Lee out of action. Fighter: We can handle- Azula: No! No, you cannot. Katara is the most powerful waterbender in the world. Even before she started torturing people, she was giving me a run for my money. We’re not beating her without a chi blocker. Fighter: We can handle Katara without Ty Lee. We’re overwhelm her and- Azula: And what’s your plan when Katara holds us all in place with her bloodbending and starts snapping us like twigs? Fighter: Ummm….Azula: You can’t have a plan because there’s no way to counter that. Mai: Actually…I might have an idea.)

4. Katara and Aang were hit the worst when Sokka died. Since then, they’ve become the most violent and dangerous. Aang stays in the palace to make sure Zuko is ruling correctly but Katara travels the world to “have fun” with Fire Nation soldiers that still think they have a chance. When Aang gets the messenger hawk about Suki, he sends one to Katara, who heads to the palace so they can talk about what to do. Katara wants to have another fight with the Dangerous Ladies because she views them as the last reminder of their past. Once they’re handled then they’ll be able to move on. Aang wants them handled because they’re the last bit of hope the Fire Nation has. Katara is heading towards where she thinks they are when she gets word about Suki and Toph being captured and kept in a nearby prison. Deciding to help, Katara goes there only to realize it’s a trap. Mai threatens to kill both Suki and Toph unless Katara turns herself over to them. (Katara: I should snap your neck right now. Mai: You could, but I’d still have enough to kill them. What’s the plan here, Katara? Turn yourself over or lose more teammates? Katara, narrowing her eyes: Do not talk about him! Mai: I’m not the one who used Sokka’s memory as an excuse to take over the planet. Katara: We’re making things better! Azula: Sure seems that way. Now, what’s your answer?) Aang gets a messenger hawk that night telling him Suki, Toph and Katara have all been captured.

5. The rebellion group sits and waits for Aang to come. It’s all they can do. Azula can’t help but feel like it’s the DOBS all over again as they sit and wait for someone to come attack them. She’s walking through their little campsite with Mai and Ty Lee until she comes across Katara, Toph and Suki. Suki is held in more traditional chains, Toph in a wooden cage that’s being held up and Katara is constantly surrounded by fire (keeping water away from her as well because they’re not stupid). (Katara: Awwww. Is the princess nervous? Azula: I’m not scared of your boyfriend. Katara: You should be. Aang will kill you three and then we’ll finally be rid of any reminder of the war or- Mai: Or Sokka? Toph: You don’t get to talk about him! Mai: We didn’t kill him. Suki: Be thankful we’re canines up. Ty Lee: I’m just surprised. Katara: I imagine many things surprise you. Ty Lee: Hurtful, but I’m actually surprised because Sokka never seemed….violent. Would he want this? Katara: We’re doing this to make sure he didn’t die for nothing! This world is peaceful and people are growing up happy, healthy, and safe. Azula: Safe because you murder anyone who disagrees with you. Katara: Don’t act all high and mighty, Princess. You did the exact same thing. Azula:…) Aang arrives the next morning in the Avatar State and demolishes most of the rebellion. Azula, Mai and Ty Lee hold out long enough for Ty Lee to get back to Katara. Ty Lee tries to convince Katara again that Sokka wouldn’t want this but Katara argues back, saying that he would understand, which prompts Ty Lee to grab something: Sokka’s boomerang (which the rebellion had stolen a while ago and Ty Lee decided to hold onto because she found it cool). With a final conversation, Ty Lee convinces Katara that this isn’t the way and not what Sokka would have wanted. Katara agrees to fight against Aang which gives the rebellion the final push they need to win. Aang isn’t killed but he, Katara, Toph and Suki retreat. (Mai: You think they’ll come back. Azula: I don’t know, but we know we’ll see the Avatar again.)