#he was taken from the water tribe when he was a baby and came as a sort of prisoner to the fire nation

[backmuscles21]

Curls

Tonowari x Reader x Ronal

Summary: A short little fic about your mates finding out about your curly hair and Ronal braiding it in traditional Metkayina fashion. Thought of this while oiling my own hair.

You want to get your hair redone; you wanted a new style and you had some regrowth. Neytiri had just taken your braids out, she intended to rebraid it later. You wanted to wash your hair first, however, the kids wanted to go swimming and you thought it might be fun to join them.

You went into the fresh waters of the Metkayina reef, you swam around with the kids for hours. You swam with your mates’ kids and your brother’s kids; you had a good water fight and you saw so many pretty water creatures.

After some time, you got out with the kids, you were hungry and tired. You had washed your hair while out swimming, and Tsireya showed you an amazing flower to scrub your scalp with. You walked up to the mauris with Tsireya and Ao’nung, Tonowari was walking around with your new baby in his arms. Ronal had given birth a few months ago and was busy healing others in the tribe, Tonowari was on baby duty. When you saw him, you kissed him and took the baby from him, to give his arms a little break. You knew when Ronal got back, she’d want to hold her baby which you understood.

You rocked your body back and forth as you cooed at the baby, Tonowari smiled down at you as he kissed your head. Tsireya and Ao’nung went into the mauri as you and Tonowari stood outside. Tonowari thought you were an amazing mother, he loved watching you hold the baby, and he couldn’t wait till he got you pregnant. The difference in your body made him nervous but both Tonowari and Ronal wanted to see you pregnant although you were Omaticaya and they were Metkayina.

Ronal was walking back to her home and saw both of you standing there, she smiled to herself. At this point, your hair started to dry, your hair had started to curl slightly. Ronal walked over to you and saw the baby in your arms, she kissed both you and Tonowari and then the baby before she grabbed a lock of your hair. “You didn’t tell us your hair was curly,” she sounded aghast.

You looked down at your hair, “oh yeah, it’s from my human DNA. My hair was curly when I was human, it transferred over.”

“Normally Omaticaya don’t usually have any curl pattern in their hair. I am surprised. Why did you not tell me?”

“I didn’t think of it. My hair is usually always braided.”

“We have not been oiling it properly. It needs hydration. Come with me, we will oil it and rebraid it.”

Ronal took you into your shared mauri and sat you down, you still held the baby in your lap and Ronal picked up a leaf and lightly cracked it open. Inside was a thick gel-like substance that was known to be very hydrating. She took some in her hands and massaged your scalp then she took some more for your ends.

“This is amazing, I needed to get my hair hydrated. It’s been so frizzy. In the rainforest I used this tree sap, it wasn’t sticky it was like an oil and it did a good job.”

“Your hair is quite nice and soft and long too.”

Ronal started to brush your hair, ensuring it was all saturated before she started to braid the hair at the top of your head. She went tight to the scalp and back halfway and finished the braids off, she was doing a half up and half down style. She tied your braids up and the hair that stayed down was curling nicely, Ronal grabbed a different plant to put in the hair that stayed loose. She put that into your hair and it helped solidify your curls as they dried.

When she finished, Tonowari came back into the mauri and saw your finished hair. You stood up and Ronal took the baby from you as Tonowari had you spin around so he could see your hair. It was the classic Metkayina style and he loved you in his style, he loved you wearing Metkayina clothes and cooking Metkayina style and now even your hair was Metkayina style. It’s like he was staking his claim all over you without needing to actually mark you as his.

“You are very gorgeous yawne. If I had known I would’ve done your hair myself.”

“You couldn’t take that from Ronal.”

“Tsireya will want to put some pearls in your hair later. She will put more braids in it and make your hair so much better,” Ronal said to you as she played with some of your ringlets.

[givemea-dam-break]

heart's fury - prologue

book one: hope "prologue"

in which a story begins.

pairing: zuko x (fem) reader

a/n: hey guys! first part of my big zuko x reader, which was originally post on ao3 here! this is a brain baby created by my return to the atla fandom (first time properly being in the fandom since i first watched this as a child rip) and a need to write something for it which woooo! big moment since i had been in the biggest writing slump i've ever had before i wrote this. i hope you all enjoy the first part, and the following chapters, because i have so enjoyed writing this and continue to enjoy it! love u all <3

warnings: none

words: 838 heart's fury masterlist

There was something so idyllic about the southern seas in the early morning. The way the sun’s fiery light reflected atop the soft blue waves; the smell of salt and cold air mixing together; the distinctly freezing southern air that, somehow, could not permeate (y/n)’s thick jacket. She felt strangely warm standing at the bow of the ship, staring at the towering icebergs that the ship easily slipped between. She wondered how anything could become so large, so imposing, but she supposed it was part of the southern charm. The last she had heard, the Southern Water Tribe had dwindled in numbers. Fire Nation soldiers imprisoned their waterbenders decades ago and, though they were accustomed to the cold, not every child could survive in such extreme conditions. No outsiders, including the Fire Nation, had set foot in Southern Water Tribe territory in years. (y/n) could only imagine how sparse their population was. But they were persistent, these Southerners, like the icebergs. They had not let the Fire Nation get the best of them. 

“What are you doing out at this time?” a voice asked from behind. “It is far too cold and early.”

“Catching some peace,” she said simply. “My gut is telling me that today is going to be different.”

A hand came to rest on the railing beside her, old and weathered and gentle, but still admirably strong. Connected to the hand was, well, perhaps the only Fire Nation nobility she had been able to tolerate in years. 

General Iroh, now retired, had a kind face and a soft smile that she was sure would alone keep her warm if she had not been wearing her jacket. The crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes, the wrinkles in his forehead, and the deepness of his smile lines did not age him but, rather, did the opposite. He reminded her of a mischievous - yet remarkably wise - child; one that could not be trusted alone with a basket of sweet treats. He shivered in his red robes, but he kept a firm grip on the icy metal railing.

“And why do you say that?”

(y/n) turned her gaze back on the icy path ahead of them. She had always trusted her intuition, knowing that it was a better weapon than her knives or even her bending, but she often couldn’t explain the reasons why she felt things. Maybe it stemmed from her childhood, some sixth sense she had developed by guessing what her mother would make for breakfast or which way her father would take her on his ostrich-horse to get to the Royal Palace in the mornings. Perhaps it was some semblance of a spiritual connection - one of Iroh’s stories that had taken root and given her a strong mind.

She wasn’t sure what her answer to his question should be.

“Just a feeling,” she said. She always said.

It seemed to be enough to appease Iroh. “We are nearing the south pole. I fear that my nephew will be let down once more.”

It was a justified concern. The reason they both stood on this ship, thousands of miles away from home, was a fruitless hunt, bred from punishment, shame, and a terrible lust for honour and, ever a self-centred royal, Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation was determined to get what he wanted.

The Avatar.

Two and a half years the three, and a handful of Fire Nation soldiers, had been hunting the living legend down. It was a futile search - Fire Lord Ozai was aware of this when he had banished his son - but Prince Zuko was adamant. He had ordered them around the world in search of a man who had not been seen in a hundred years, and thrown a princely fit every time they did not find him. 

Iroh was right to worry. Prince Zuko’s sole ambition was to find the Avatar and restore his honour, taking back his rightful place as heir to the title of Fire Lord, but it made one wonder what would happen if he were to accept that the Avatar was unreachable.

Not that he would ever accept it.

“This isn’t the right path for him,” Iroh murmured. Despite there being nobody else on deck, he kept his voice low, leaning closer. “Capturing the Avatar is not the correct decision.”

He cast her a meaningful look, something in the wise, dark eyes sparkling as he turned and walked away, likely to make himself a cup of tea.

(y/n) breathed a sigh, watching the misty breath hover in front of her before dissipating. This was not the first time Iroh had hinted at the secret she kept close to her chest, clutched in iron fingers. If anyone else were to know, she would likely be dead by now. But Iroh shared her cause.

If they ever found the Avatar, wherever they were, she would fight tooth and nail to ensure Prince Zuko could never take them back to the Fire Nation.

<-masterlist chapter one ->

[ozwriterchick]

Swimming Lessons

Characters: Dad!Bucky; OFC!Reader; OFC!Little

Content warnings: None, just some fluff

A/Note: This is my first post back since some health concerns in June/July. I've put off going back to writing but I'm hoping this serves as my reintroduction and to my mojo being back!

This story idea came to me at the gym last week. It kinda got away from me, to the point that the last paragraph is really the crux of what the story was going to be.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy, let me know your thoughts and don't forget to like/reblog.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

In the 7 years since you came to live at the compound with the Avengers, a lot had changed for you.  Not just professionally, but personally as well.

Professionally, you’d risen to a management role with your team, which had you assisting and overseeing mission planning and comms.  The team really respect ted you  and your skills and appreciated your assistance in helping them out of tight spots on occasion.  You thoroughly enjoyed your job and having such close friendships with most of the team.

Personally, you’d met the love of your life, dated for 3 years and have now been married for 3 years.  You and Bucky had danced around your attraction for about 6 months before he asked you out after Sam pushed him one day by saying that if he didn’t ask you out, someone else would snap you up.

At the same time, Natasha and Wanda were giving you the same speech about Bucky.  You still insist it was the best thing you and he ever did.

Your first date went so well, you two were practically inseparable from that day on.  Dinners, coffee, breakfast, move nights, you name it the two of you were together.

Seeing him off on missions was hard, but being able to be on comms helped, because you could hear everything happening and it put your mind at ease, most of the time.

The biggest change, for both you and Bucky, came about 21 months ago when your son was born.  Neither of you planned to have kids so soon, but a bout of the flu not long after you got married, rendered your contraceptive pill less effective that month and before you knew it, a little nugget was on the way.

That’s how Bucky christened the new life when he first found out.  He was nervous that he wouldn’t be a good father, but you tried to assure him that by even being concerned about that proved already that he would be a great father.  Those weren’t just words to you, you truly believed he would be the best father possible and you were so grateful he was going to be the father of your child (or children).

Your pregnancy went smoothly and thankfully Noah was a very placid baby who rarely cried, slept through the night from about 4 months old and just generally enchanted anyone who met him.  

His big blue eyes sparkled and his dark hair, so much like his father, was longer than a normal toddler his age. You’d constantly be stopped in the park or on the street by people he grinned at who just wanted to compliment you on such a gorgeous baby.  You had to agree, you and Bucky made a good looking baby.

You didn’t think you could fall any more in love with your husband, but seeing him being a father definitely did it.  The way he looked after Noah and was so protective of both of you mad you want to have a whole tribe with him.  He didn’t know it but the wasn’t totally out of the question.

One night at the dinner table as you were both watching him try and feed himself spaghetti, you turned to Bucky “Hey Buck, what do you think about swimming lessons?”

“Umm, sugar, I don’t know how to break this to you, but I know how to swim” he smirked at you.

He winced, dramatically, as you slapped his arm “Not for you doofus” you laughed at him “for Noah.  We have a pool here at the compound and I know we’ve taken him in the water more than once, but I really want him to have water confidence just in case something happens and neither of us are there.”

“That sounds like a great idea my love.  How about you look into it and let me know what you find?    Now, do you want to bath the nugget or do the dishes?” He asked as he kissed you on your forehead, before gathering the dishes and taking them to the sink.

Later that night, you’re sitting in bed with your laptop in front of you, looking up local swim schools for toddlers.  Noah was fast asleep in his new big boy bed, which he’d been so excited about when he saw Bucky putting it together.  You smiled at the baby monitor, which had video as well as sound, nothing but the best for your baby boy.

All of a sudden you feel like you’re being watched and you look up to see Bucky leaning against the bedroom door frame, just watching you with a silly grin on his face.  “What? Do I have something on my face?” you asked him.

“No my sweet girl, just appreciating your beauty and how lucky I am” he said moving to your side on the bed and kissing your temple.  “What are you up to?”

“Just researching local swim schools.  There are a couple in the area that have really great reviews.  Maybe we can go visit them with Noah on the weekend?”

“Sounds like a plan” Bucky said, moving the computer off your lap and onto the bedside table. “Can I interest you in a different kind of research right now?”

Saturday came faster than expected.  You had called both of the swim schools and schedule meetups for you, Bucky and Noah to tour and get to know the staff there, also observing one of the toddler classes.

The first school was called The Swimming Station.  The director, Blanche Lee was an older lady, from the deep south who had moved to New York many years ago, but seemed to have retained her Southern accent.  She greeted the 3 of you and paid attention to Noah who charmed her as was his usual M.O.  After the tour, which you and Bucky were both impressed by, she handed you paperwork to fill out if you decide to join.  She then introduced you to the teacher whose class Noah would be joining, who invited both of you to sit poolside to observe the class that Noah would be in.

As you got in the car after leaving The Swimming Station, your husband bucked Noah into his car seat and then slid into his seat behind the wheel.  “So, what did you think?” He asked.

“I thought it was great, everyone was so nice, and they all treated Noah so well”

“But…?”

“I don’t know, let’s just go see the other one and then we can make our decision from there.”

Bucky put the car in drive and headed towards the 2nd swim school, Tiny Fin Aquatics.  You liked the sound of that, also they were specifically designed for kids under 10 and that they had a sister-school called Big Fin Aquatics that the kids would graduate to, once they were old enough.  It was a newer school than the last one and it had better reviews.

Driving up and parking out the front, you were even more impressed with the place.  It was so bright and shiny and all the parents you saw turning up had big smiles on their faces.

Entering the school, you were met by the Director, Anthony Cooper.  You’re not sure why you were surprised the director was a man, but you liked the vibe he exuded and when you looked at Bucky, with Noah on his hip, he nodded in agreement.

After going over costs and associated paperwork, Anthony took you both on a tour and introduced you to Noah’s instructor.  You had a few minutes of conversation  and then headed poolside to watch the class.  Noah was eager to get into the water after being at the last school and then having his parents rip him away before he could get in the pool.

Bucky leaned over and whispered that you should have brought all of your swimsuits so he could have a quick swim.  You promised that you’d be able to do that once you were home.

The class looked like it went well and, before leaving you let the teacher and director know that you’d contact them if you had any further questions and wished them both a great day.

You and Bucky discussed both options on the car-ride home.  The pricing at the Swimming Station was better, but there was just something about it that you weren’t sure about.  Bucky felt the differently, he liked both schools but the classes at The Swimming Station were smaller and it was closer to the compound.

You decided to have a swim with Noah and talk about it later, maybe over dinner.  It was a shame you couldn’t ask Noah for his opinion.

You gave Noah an early bath and dinner after your swim and he was asleep before you and Bucky sat down for your dinner.  It had been a big day for your little boy.

“So” you and Bucky both said at the same time.

Laughing you continued “We have to sort out which swim school we are going to send Noah to.  They both have their positives, I just think that Tiny Fin has more positives.”

“Uh-huh, I hear you, I just think the smaller class sizes at the station would suit him better.”

Back and forth you talked it out for the duration of your dinner, in amongst remembering funny stories about some of the memories you made in the last 6 years that centred around swimming and water.

Sitting on the couch, snuggled into his side, you both ended up deciding on Tiny Fin for Noah.  It was newer and the vibe was amazing and you were ok with spending a little more time and money to have the best for your little man.

A week later, on Saturday morning, you got Noah ready for his first swim class.  You and Bucky played rock, paper, scissors to decide who got in the pool with Noah.  Normally they didn’t do this for toddlers his age, but given it was his first lesson they had offered you or Bucky to get in the pool with him.

After 3 rounds, Bucky won 2-1.  You should have known, he always beat you at rock-paper-scissors.  Next time, you’d have to think of another way to decide - or you’d have to distract him some way.

You arrived at Tiny Fin, having set up the payment and membership information through the week online.  As you picked up your membership tag, you saw Anthony, the director and waved as Bucky took Noah down to poolside to get him ready for the class.  On your way to join them you saw the teacher and by the time you got to the pool deck, Bucky was already in the pool with Noah.  Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched your husband, bare-chested with your baby boy in his arms.  Noah was squealing with joy as one of his favourite places to be was in the water.

The way Bucky was looking at him and holding him and laughing with him near about stopped your heart.  One thing was for certain, he was getting a tribe.

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[cochidinh]

The illness hit my brain again and I will ramble about why I like the Ota tribe. Again. Yes. Again.

I mean, look

Soooooooo badass, right?!

The 5 characters in the photo come from Ota City, where polluted by industry, and has become a slum filled with crime. That's why they are Ota Tribe.

When they first appeared in the anime, I didn't even see the art above, what I saw was a group of people wrapped in robes and looking like beggars asking for money. When Haru (one of the main characters) gave them a piece of candy, it was enough to make them happy and I was like "Aww they do look a bit weird but it's cute somehow"

no shit. they fucking blew up the mansion after taking the gold with them. But still...cute? (sorry the mansion owner, you have too many girls with you, I'm jealous). In short, that's enough for me to have a basic opinion about these characters.

They steal, but they are also not picky with what they get. They are chaotic, but they have their own rule.

I look at the cast of characters in the anime and it's funny, not counting the NPCs that look like they're copied and pasted, the main cast is like this

I swear the air and water in Ota are polluted from the dye factory or something that's giving them that edgy emo make-up aesthetic look (Oh don't worry Saigo you look great, and Yukigaya you look adorable)

I looked at this team and the only thing that popped into my head was that they were all picked up from the trash can and taken to a garbage dump (effortlessly) by Sonoda.

Sonoda is the ermmm pretty boy with the mask in the center. Yeah I know he looks normal and you can find a bunch of white-haired anime guys like him or whatever. That's right, why are you wearing a shirt, tie and bow-tie shoes in this city? Are you a lost high school student or are you trying to look more mature with that style? (It's suit you <3) and I still love this photo of you.

Even though he's an asshole, I have to admit that his looks are so deceiving. His eyes are very sad, he drags out the last syllable, he apologizes when people tell him he's not allowed to do that (still does), and he likes to bring food home to share with everyone ( even though it contains explosives). He beats and kills people because he likes it, oh what an atrocity. Best boy ever. We should throw him down the drain.

He already lives in such a stinky place? whoops

Haneda Kiyoshiro. yeah that baby face boy. yeah. He is obsessed with his leader. In a best-worst way that makes you back and forth between "he has a crush on Sonoda" and "He wants to crush Sonoda". It's very complicated but I wrote a fic on ao3 about him so you can check it out-

anw I was a bit surprised because I thought they had dumb luck when it came to making this and that machine but honestly, they're pretty good, aren't they? Especially Haneda's birthday fact, he used paper to write down and analyze Sonoda's behavior. I thought that the Ota tribe was completely illiterate, they couldn't read and never had a book or something ToT (It's all because the battle with Minato was so impressive)

Yukigaya, girl, so cute I want to adopt her. She's always hungry and eats cakes all the time, but she's still 44kg?? girl u okay???

Asahikawa, the joker gremlin. He is. everything. I'm sorry for calling you joker. You are funny, always happy and smiling but your taste in music is...urg...

Saigo. Everyone needs a big man in their team. He looks the most normal but I don't know? He is on good terms with all the members. But is there really a normal person in Ota?

[ashleyfanfic]

For the WIP game - three men and a baby 😄

Here you go! It's still really rough!!!

Chrissy was constantly seeing beautiful people coming and going from the penthouse apartment, the noises that came from there were sometimes enough to wake the dead. Tonight is no different. She had climbed into the elevator, wringing her hands, hoping she wouldn't get yelled at for her troubles. She knew the guys fairly well, from a distanced point of view. Steve, Billy, and Eddie. Steve was the host of a popular children’s TV show ala Blues Clues. Billy was a soap actor playing a doctor by the name of Dakota Montague, and he took that role as seriously as he took everything else in his life, as in not at all. He had a girlfriend, Barb, for a while, who did not fit in with his normal image, but then Chrissy thought that had been the only time he genuinely smiled. But they broke up months ago for reasons she hadn’t heard gossiped about in the elevator.  Then there was Eddie. He was a rockstar. She’d seen a few of his shows, without telling him she would be there. She knew from Joyce down the hall that Eddie felt like he wasn’t around enough to have a place of his own to be taken care of, so he lived with his friends when he wasn’t on his tour bus. Eddie had also helped her with her groceries when the handle on her green bag broke and her produce had rolled all over the lobby. He’d collected it for her then handed it over while staring at her with wide eyes and open mouth until he withdrew his hand, offering to carry them home for her. She agreed. Of course she’d agreed. She was already enamored with him and they hadn’t spoken. They shared the elevator up to her flat and she’d let him in, offering him water and not her hand in marriage as she wanted. They’d talked for hours and only stopped because a buzz sounded on her door, alerting her of her brother’s visit.  Eddie waited for the elevator. He got on as her brother got off. The next day, she’d found a bouquet of lilies at her door with a note from Eddie giving her his phone number if she was interested.  They’d talked on the phone every night for a month. Even if it was the middle of the night when he got done with his show, he called her to tell her some amusing anecdote about the crowd or to just hear her voice. He’d get all soft and shy when he said things like that and she wanted to fling herself off the balcony and fly into the air.  But tonight was different. Eddie, Billy, and Steve were having a party. A birthday party for Eddie, a going away party for Billy, and a chance to meet ladies for Steve. Billy was heading to the jungles of South America to film a movie. Steve had bet Eddie that Billy got abducted by a tribe. Eddie countered that he’d end up running a cartel. She honestly hoped neither of them were right. Billy was intense but he had moments where he was quite funny. Not Eddie funny but still… She knocked on the door and Steve, with a video camera greeted her. “And here we have the delectable, the irresistible, and undeniable Chrissy Cunningham.” Steve was doing a running narration of the events as he recorded. “Everyone agrees she’s too good for Eddie. Even Eddie.” She giggled. “Where is the birthday boy?”

[ghost-wolf34]

Ian Anderson Twilight oc and future story maybe?

𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒: Ian Fredric Angelo Anderson

𝒩𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈 from his mate: love, darling, babe, baby, big boy in his shifted wolf forms, mate, alpha, 

main name he goes by: Ian

𝒜𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓈: werewolf/shifter hybrid known as lycan

Reason for him being older: not shifting in a couple of years

𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓈: He/him

𝒮𝑒𝓍𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎: Straight

𝒟𝒶𝓉𝑒𝑜𝒻𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽: unknown

𝒫𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝑜𝒻𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽: Italy

𝒞𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑅𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒: Forks

𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓈: werewolf/Quileutes shape shifter/hybrid 

1/4 witch

4/4 shapeshifter

3/4 werewolf

His werewolf rank: is alpha, due to his werewolf genetics, he is also a submissive alpha, he is immune to the vampire bite but not to the venom?

𝒜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒: Muscular, Medium, structure Guy

𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉: 5'10

𝐻𝒶𝒾𝓇/𝐻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉𝓎𝓁𝑒: brown medium longish

Eye color: blue

𝒮𝒸𝒶𝓇s: none

Has a cross tattoo on his left upper arm

𝒦𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃𝒽𝑜𝒷𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓈: reading books, playing guitar, singing for fun when he's alone because he doesn't think he's that good at it,

𝐹𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒻𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓈: chocolate chip cookies, pancakes, cheese burgers and fries, cake, cupcakes, anything pasta,

𝐹𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 drinks: tea, scotch, beer, water, wine,

𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈: caring, loyal, protective, listener, 

𝐵𝒶𝒹𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈: temper, easy to anger, gets jealous easily, possessive, moody, can get into fights and isn't the easiest to calm down when he's upset,

𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈: reading, singing for fun, playing guitar, riding horses, walking through the woods, keeping to himself because of what he's been through(which will be explained), dancing even though he's not good at it, singing in the shower, cooking, hockey, helping people, hanging out with the pack

Outfits: jeans, henley's, causal shoes, leather jackets, boots, button up shirts, 

Drives: a black Shelby cobra

𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈: liars, parties, hospitals, seeing the people he cares for getting hurt, hurting people, vampires besides the Cullens, the wolf back because they don't trust him til at one point they do end up trusting him, along with the voltori, Jane and her brother, fire, the Volturi because of what they did to his family.

𝒫𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈  & 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈: roaring, glowing crimson red eyes

Super human speed extremely fast

Strength 8/10

Healing 7/10

Stamina 10/10

Agility 10/10

Endurance 10/10

Reflex's 7/10

𝑀𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈: shifting into his

H y b r i d 

Wolf

Forms

Bio: Ian Is a naturally born werewolf shapeshifter hybrid, he grew up hidden from the Volturi. Since he was something that was supposed to be a myth and legend, he wasn't supposed to exist nor was his younger brother Shawn.

Ian grew up as bit of an outlaw, his parents weren't around a lot and he spent most of his time raising his younger brother. Him and his brother Shawn, lived a pretty peaceful life with their parents only having each other when their parents weren't around, since both of their parents worked.

His mother was a naturally born werewolf herself, but had a bit of vampire in her. And his father was a shape shifter, like the tribe. However though, Ian and his family would eventually have to go on the run from the Volturi, after getting rat'ed out by a anonymous vampire to the Volturi.

So Ian moved with his family from Italy to forks, hoping to start over and live a normal life, but the Volturi had found them once again and wanted the whole family killed for committing a crime amongst their own kind. Jane and her brother, along with aro wanted them all killed accept for Ian, because he wasn't in the house at the time, he went to go see his uncle Billy Black.

Ian came back to find his family dead and their bodies burned, from that day forward he vowed to never respect or trust the Volturi, because after that day he spent a lot of his time moving locations til he ended up right back in forks and taken in by Sam as a pack member.

So he pretty much became a protecter of the pack and of forks, he acts very protective over his family and over the Cullens after his friend/ cousin Jacob Black imprints on Bella and Edwards daughter. 

𝐸𝓍𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒻𝑜𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈: he is a naturally born hybrid werewolf shapeshifter

𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎, 𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉

𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎: Billy Black uncle

Jacob Black cousin

Mother, Daisy Anna Anderson deceased

Father, Ethan Daniel Anderson deceased

Brother Shawn Edwin Anderson deceased

𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈: Edward, Bella, Jacob, Carlisle, Esme, all of the rest of the Cullens accept for Rosalie, Charlie, Sam Uley, the pack, 

Enemies: Jane and her brother, Victoria, James, Volturi for what happened to his family, Laurent, nomads, Marcus, Cauis, children of the moon, 

Love interest(s): Shauna Uley

𝒜𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜n: The Uley Pack/ later on Jacob's pack

𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒜𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈: Alone, with his family

𝒪𝒸𝒸𝓊𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: works at the library, but knows a bit of medical 

𝐸𝓍𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: he was somehow born with both werewolf sides, making him a rare lycan

𝒱𝒾𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓃: for now

[flwrsatsuns3t]

Okay I have an idea for an ATWOW fic but yall gotta lmk I'd you'd read it :p

Also I am new to writing, so I gladly accept any constructive criticism or feedback! <3

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Thought Process:

In both films, we see a strong connection between the Na'vi people and "Eywa". Their spiritual beliefs just as strong, they all sort of know that Eywa is real or a real god/goddess. So if we have the story of Toruk Makto from the time of the first songs, and that time period dates back to the start of their civilizations, shouldn't they have more stories other than Toruk Makto? Folklore, even? Stories that were passed down through oral communication, from generation to generation. Almost like we have old nursery rhymes or stories our parents tell us, shouldn't the Na'vi have them too?

The tag(s) would be (Avatar: The Way Of Water Folklore!AU, ATWOW: Folklore!AU)

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Backstory for my version/interpretation of the AU:

Tw: Mentions of death and war

Long ago existed a clan called the Nga'ilu tribe, they were fierce and know for their powerful warriors and strategic battles. They were from the time of the first songs, some of the first strongest fighters of their time. Unfortunately, it all came to an end one gory night when they were ambushed by an enemy clan. They were caught by surprise, as they resided in the depths of pandoras jungle and were confident that they could not be found, so they needed not stand by warriors or barriers of any kind. The jungle was their fortress, and the homes they built along with a large quantity of their people were lost in a raging fire. There were many losses, and the Olo'eyktan of the Nga'ilu tribe grew wary. But among all of the grieving and turbulence of emotions throughout the clan, came a gift. A blessing from Eywa, in their time of loss.

A child was born, conceived by one of the many mothers who where mourning their mates. But whence this child was born, they were...different from all the other Na'vi newborns. The newborn girl had white skin, pale blue stripes wrapped around her arms and legs. Some of the stripes creeped up on her face, but they were not very visible, shocking the women whom helped the mother through birth. As well as a weird marking that appeared on her chest, right between her collarbones, almost like a tribe symbol. It was a swirl with a long triangle under it. Once she fluttered her eyes open for the first time, they were of a purplish red hue. But the mother grew worried, as her child seemed to look past her every time she stood directly in front of her. She also soon found out after observing her child that her eyes seemed to shake from side to side, almost unintentionally. All of it was quite abnormal, so she was not very shocked when she went to the clan Tsahik and found her baby was in fact blind. The Tsahik thought it might have been some kind of weird skin disease, but the mother was convinced this was not natural. Unfortunately, the Tsahik had similar concerns.

The Olo'eyktan eventually found out, through his mate and rumors that he ended up hearing. About this child that was born conveniently after the rather short-lived war, a child with ash white skin and blood red eyes. He was furious after hearing the news, fueled by fear for his clan into believing it was some kind of curse put upon them. That their enemy clan had poisoned the blood of that soldiers unborn child. He demanded the child to be thrown out of the tribe, and if the mother were to refuse, that she was to get executed. And after the Tsahik confirmed his beliefs, many of the Na'vi believed them, for they were their leaders and knew what was best for them. And the mother was scared, so scared for her child to be taken away from her, for this blessing that had come into her life after such a horrible event. So she did what she thought was best, and hid the child from the clan. They believed the child to be dead, and so she continued raising her baby in secret. Her 'eveng.

Although the mother hid this for quite some time, it was barely 2 years until someone saw her child crawling out of her tent in search for her Mother. It had only been a few minutes, she went to fetch fruits for her child. Yet the one time she decides to leave her 'eveng alone, her secret is revealed. Her stomach drops when she finds the clan Tsahik holding her child, grimacing at the physical touch as if she were some kind of monster. She begs for her baby to be left alone, for them to live freely, for anything. They had done nothing wrong, so why must her child's life be taken? But her words fall on deaf ears, and she is forced to choose what to do. If she does nothing, she will be killed and so will her child. But if she gets rid of her and saves her own life, then that child will die in the cruel wilderness. The mother chooses the second option, hoping and praying that Eywa might give her another chance. And so, that is how this child of Eywa herself ends up roaming the vastness of trees and wild plants for as far as her hands and legs could take her.

This child that grows to become a sacred, shape-shifting being, said to be raised by nature and the animals that inhabited the jungles. Na'vi say she seemed to glow, as she walked through paths of grass and caressed the trees that seemed to grow endlessly towards the sky.

This child that represents purity, and is said to be a playful spirit. That she shapes the land itself to confuse travelers, and that they could hear the sound of her giggles in the distance whenever you get lost. But most people say she's a protector.

When Na'vi children roam too far into the trees and away from their clan, she would be there watching over them. Making sure any wild animals stayed away, and that the children didn't get hurt as their parents searched for them. Sometimes she would show herself to the children in the shape of a young Na'vi woman if they needed comfort.

Although, she is mostly know for being the messenger of Eywa. She would appear in the Na'vi people's dreams, and tell them the messages of their dead loved ones. She would tell you how proud they are, or how they congratulate your success.

She represents light. She is a guardian. She is a messenger of the people.

Her name is Maeve'ule.

Tysm for reading!!

Word count - 920

Character count - 4,949

Word Meanings

- Olo'eyktan: Clan Leader

- Tsahik: Clan Healer/Shaman

- 'Eveng: Child

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

18th July >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Tuesday, Fifteenth Week in Ordinary Time 

(Liturgical Colour: Green: A (1))

First Reading Exodus 2:1-15 Pharaoh's daughter finds Moses among the bulrushes.

There was a man of the tribe of Levi who had taken a woman of Levi as his wife. She conceived and gave birth to a son and, seeing what a fine child he was, she kept him hidden for three months. When she could hide him no longer, she got a papyrus basket for him; coating it with bitumen and pitch, she put the child inside and laid it among the reeds at the river’s edge. His sister stood some distance away to see what would happen to him.

Now Pharaoh’s daughter went down to bathe in the river, and the girls attending her were walking along by the riverside. Among the reeds she noticed the basket, and she sent her maid to fetch it. She opened it and looked, and saw a baby boy, crying; and she was sorry for him. ‘This is a child of one of the Hebrews’ she said. Then the child’s sister said to Pharaoh’s daughter, ‘Shall I go and find you a nurse among the Hebrew women to suckle the child for you?’ ‘Yes, go,’ Pharaoh’s daughter said to her; and the girl went off to find the baby’s own mother. To her the daughter of Pharaoh said, ‘Take this child away and suckle it for me. I will see you are paid.’ So the woman took the child and suckled it. When the child grew up, she brought him to Pharaoh’s daughter who treated him like a son; she named him Moses because, she said, ‘I drew him out of the water.’ Moses, a man by now, set out at this time to visit his countrymen, and he saw what a hard life they were having; and he saw an Egyptian strike a Hebrew, one of his countrymen. Looking round he could see no one in sight, so he killed the Egyptian and hid him in the sand. On the following day he came back, and there were two Hebrews, fighting. He said to the man who was in the wrong, ‘What do you mean by hitting your fellow countryman?’ ‘And who appointed you’ the man retorted, ‘to be prince over us, and judge? Do you intend to kill me as you killed the Egyptian?’ Moses was frightened. ‘Clearly that business has come to light’ he thought. When Pharaoh heard of the matter he would have killed Moses, but Moses fled from Pharaoh and made for the land of Midian.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 68(69):3,14,30-31,33-34

R/ Seek the Lord, you who are poor, and your hearts will revive.

I have sunk into the mud of the deep and there is no foothold. I have entered the waters of the deep and the waves overwhelm me.

R/ Seek the Lord, you who are poor, and your hearts will revive.

This is my prayer to you, my prayer for your favour. In your great love, answer me, O God, with your help that never fails.

R/ Seek the Lord, you who are poor, and your hearts will revive.

As for me in my poverty and pain let your help, O God, lift me up. I will praise God’s name with a song; I will glorify him with thanksgiving.

R/ Seek the Lord, you who are poor, and your hearts will revive.

The poor when they see it will be glad and God-seeking hearts will revive; for the Lord listens to the needy and does not spurn his servants in their chains.

R/ Seek the Lord, you who are poor, and your hearts will revive.

Gospel Acclamation Psalm 118:24

Alleluia, alleluia! Train me, Lord, to observe your law, to keep it with my heart. Alleluia!

Or: Psalm 94:8

Alleluia, alleluia! Harden not your hearts today, but listen to the voice of the Lord. Alleluia!

Gospel Matthew 11:20-24 It will not go as hard with Sodom on Judgement Day as with you.

Jesus began to reproach the towns in which most of his miracles had been worked, because they refused to repent.

‘Alas for you, Chorazin! Alas for you, Bethsaida! For if the miracles done in you had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago in sackcloth and ashes. And still, I tell you that it will not go as hard on Judgement day with Tyre and Sidon as with you. And as for you, Capernaum, did you want to be exalted as high as heaven? You shall be thrown down to hell. For if the miracles done in you had been done in Sodom, it would have been standing yet. And still, I tell you that it will not go as hard with the land of Sodom on Judgement day as with you.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[senatushq]

NAME. Dante Ragnulf AGE & BIRTH DATE. 31 & March 19th, 1994 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him SPECIES. Lycan PACK. Unaffiliated OCCUPATION. Singer/Songwriter, Performer at All Fours FACE CLAIM. Maxence Danet-Fauval

biography

Timid and breaking, Dante laid upon the floor as his bones snapped out of place, the full moon sang above him and called the beast that dwelled within home. Dante’s head was for the stars as he tried to travel out of his body, tried to put his mind into the cool water on a hot Summer day, to the sound of his brother’s voice as he curved a story with his tongue while he carved a figure with his hands. Dante’s skin split apart and his tendons came undone and even as he howled he tried to think of his mother’s meal, his sister’s bravery: they’d said that when she first turned she didn’t so much as shed a tear. They would not make the same claim about Dante. A wooden carving of Jörmungandr had been set upon Dante’s neck after his first shift, he was just a child but after that his father told him that he was a man. A celebration had followed the full moon as his father hoisted him onto his shoulders and paraded him around the longhouse. Drinks and revelry followed songs as the mystic promised Dante that the change would get better, easier. His brother had received the twin raves: thought and mind, while their sister was gifted the Nymean lion. The snake never seemed fitting to Dante, the world-serpent for a restless spirit that could never settle. The Tana pack was rich with tradition, a once-nomadic tribe that had taken up residence along a great river. Their ancestor, Lycaon had sired a line here, potent lycan blood that was passed from generation to generation, a lineage of alphas that concluded with Dante and his siblings.

Tana kept to the old ways, the pack were protectors of the countryside, they rid the land of vampires and creatures that would prey upon the good people who lived nearby. Viking blood ran through their veins and so far removed from the modern world life had always been simple for them. From childhood’s hour Dante was not as the others, he was patient where others could be brash, weak in the places where his family was strong. At festival feats of strength were common, Dante’s father would push him into the ring and watch as his opponent beat down upon him with his fists. The lycan would stand, he would fight, but it would always end the same: with Anders throwing himself into the ring and pulverising whomever had humiliated his baby brother. Still, the disappointment in their father’s eyes was always clear, always present. It was there when Dante would shrug his duties to sit in a tree and sketch what happened across him, it was present when he would forgo hunting to strum some chords on the old guitar his mother had bought for him. Dante’s head was for the clouds while the Tana’s beliefs were old, he dreamed of a world beyond, of cities and places that so far the lycan had only heard of in stories.

Life began to change when Anders would fail to find his way home. Mugs in strange places, bits of time that Dante’s older brother couldn’t account for. The younger brother would watch him at times, muttering to himself as he tried to make sense of what had happened. He’d smile when he was caught, or when he was called out for a lapse in memory: it seemed he was content to hide his fear behind a smile. Still, Anders would drag him to the places they had been to so many times. They would sit beneath the northern lights and his brother would recite to him the stories of their people, when the words would begin to slip or Anders would lose his place, Dante would tell him then where he had left off. Confusion etched into the corner of his brother’s smile, then thought and memory would take flight and Anders would be off again: whispering of Ragnarok and Valkyries.

Anders left with little word and Dante felt his absence. Their father was not a cruel man, but he was a brutal one and with one brother gone that left another to fill his shoes. Dante was always weak where Anders was strong and while their father said nothing of Anders’ absence it was felt. The worry and the guilt, the hurt and the loss, Dante and his sister were forced to carry the burden of it all. To the young wolf’s credit, he lasted a few months before he followed in his brother’s footprints. Jörmungandr set upon his neck as he took to seeing the world that he’d so far only imagined in stories. Dante had only intended to be gone a short time, he’d go to the nearest town, see what life was about there, then he’d go home.

As it happened, Dante didn’t stop there. He ended up staying close to home for a week, then two. He played gigs at the pub there until he squirrelled away enough money for a train ticket to the next place, then a bus to the next. Life along the Tana had been simple but arduous, for this Dante was used to hard labour. He worked the jobs he needed to when he couldn’t get by with just his guitar or his voice, he’d busk on the street corner or set up a stand and draw portraits of couples in love. There was freedom, something that Dante had never known, so he kept going. To England, to France, to Spain, he wanted to see the Americas and that’s where he stayed for years. The lycan went from one town to the next, meeting others like him and introducing himself through whatever talent he possessed.

Dante had always intended to go back, but one year rolled into two, then three, and then four. He kept in touch with his sister who would periodically give him Anders’ new phone number, always telling him that he needed to come home. Already he’d been gone too long. Dante had an excuse at every turn, or a promise that maybe in a few months, once he got some more money together he’d head back. He never did, there was a part of him that was afraid that if he went home he’d never leave again. That worry ate away at his core, made him sick everytime he thought about facing his old man again, as it happened, he’d never have to.

A funeral pyre was traditional, upon the boat that the Tana had carved were runes that told the story of Dante’s father’s passing into Valhalla. A dream and a system of belief that the lycan hardly kept to. Anders believed. Their sister believed. Their mother. Dante wanted to, he did, but a heaven spent fighting and dying all day hardly sounded like his version of paradise. It made him hope that they were wrong, though he never said as much out loud. Ten long years Dante had spent away from home, ten years of excuses, ten years of living like a nomad and never putting down roots. Anders had only gotten worse, he rambled about undead and necromancers and faerie queens and the sort of stories Dante wouldn’t have believed if they had come from anyone else. Then his brother said he was going back, so Dante followed, if only to make sure that at least one of them made it home again.

personality

+ considerate, creative, intelligent – aloof, trusting, neurotic

played by shane. est. he/him.

[pirate-and-soldier]

BITCHES BE THINKING OF AN AVATAR AU

ITS ME

IM BITCHES

[atlabeth]

everything happens for a reason part 15 - zuko x fem!reader

I thought I had you figured out

part 14 | masterlist | part 16

a/n: this is ch15, aka part 1 of y/n being a sad bitch in prison and suffering from main character syndrome. life is hard when ur in love with a guy going through a redemption arc

holy SHIT this took so long to come out. especially after such a cliffhanger. i am so sorry guys, i really have nothing to say for myself lmao. i kind of lost inspiration to write for avatar as i got more into outer banks, but i still love avatar and this story a whole lot. ive put so much work into it that i can't abandon it - this is my baby lol. thank you to everyone who's stuck with this and me along the way, i've been working on this fic for almost 8 months!! if i keep going along with chapters at this word length, i think we're gonna end up around the 100k word mark by the end. which is actually insane. anyways ill stop talking. hopefully the wait wasn't too horrible <3 (but this angst is. im sorry)

warning(s): more angst, prisons and bad conditions (esp for a 15 y/o), everyone being a jerk, ESPECIALLY zuko and y/n to each other, threats and talks of death, did i mention angst? it's a heavy chapter folks prepare urself

wc: 3.5k

chapter title comes from haunted by taylor swift!

Returning to the Fire Nation was a strange thing.

The place she’d escaped from so many years ago, where she met Zuko and left her mother. Once a prisoner under the guise of a servant, now a fully fledged enemy of the Fire Nation.

Y/N found that she could never truly hate her time in the Fire Nation, even after all that had happened — Zuko was still a shining star in her life, and to her, the only good thing to come out of the Fire Nation.

She didn’t see it that way anymore.

After the fight in the caves, she’d been locked up in an Earth Kingdom cell for holding purposes and later transferred onto a ship en route to the Fire Nation. The days at sea were cruelly reminiscent of the sailing she did with her friends after leaving the North for the first time, and the memory only succeeded in making her feel more isolated. Once they reached the Fire Nation she was thrown into another cell, and thus began her new life.

She didn’t know what to do with herself. For months Y/N traveled alongside the best and brightest people she had ever met, and being alone after all that time was nearly impossible. She traced shapes in the dirt floor of her cell, but her shackled hands prevented her from much more. Eventually she turned to trying to occupy the hours with her own mind, replaying stories in her head.

Stories her father crooned while he rocked her to sleep, before he was cruelly ripped away from her.

Stories her mother whispered during late nights in the servants quarters, before Y/N was forced to leave her for four long years.

Stories Yue shared with her as they watched the moon set from the palace balcony, before she sacrificed herself for something she never played a part in.

Stories her friends rambled on and on about as they sat around the campfire together, before they had no choice but to leave her behind.

The Fire Nation had taken everything from her. It was only a matter of time before they got to her too.

Keeping track of time was a fruitless endeavor. In a concrete cell where her only view was the hallway through the bars, and her only clue to what was going on were the visits by the guards who brought her food, Y/N had no idea how long she’d been in there. For all she knew, the Fire Nation had already won the war. The only reason she didn’t think that was true was because Azula surely would’ve come down to brag.

No one visited her. Her meager meals were delivered through a slot in the bottom of the cell door, and her guards never talked to her. When they did it was always some form of insult, either against her Water Tribe heritage, her role in working with the Avatar, or her position as a prisoner. Sometimes it was all three. The barbs quickly lost their sting.

Not even Zuko came.

Y/N didn’t know why she thought he would. A part of her was thankful — after what he did in the caves, she never wanted to see him again.

How he talked to her in the tea shop. He told her he was trying to change, that he wanted to be with her. That he regretted everything he had done, and he would wait as long as she needed until she was ready.

How he said he would never hurt her.

The other part of her wanted him to visit her. To stand before her cell and try to explain himself, whatever reason he had for betraying her, just so she could throw it all back in his face.

She wanted to scream at him until her throat ached, bang against the bars of her cell until her knuckles bled. Make him hurt as much as he’s hurt her, secure her place in his heart and then shatter it into a million pieces.

Maybe it was selfish.

But while he was reaping the benefits of his betrayal, she was rotting away in a cell. While he returned to the life he wanted as the crown prince, she had to sit and watch as her life was torn away bit by bit. While he was hailed as a hero, she was branded as an enemy.

While he got to act like he didn’t do anything, she felt her heart break a bit more every day.

So yes. It was selfish.

But she didn’t have the luxury to care anymore.

-

Y/N was roused from an uneasy sleep by the faint sound of footsteps. She rubbed her eyes with a grimy hand, pushing herself up to rest against the wall. It felt like it had been an eternity since her last meal — she suspected it was on purpose, to keep her weak. The same thing they had done to her mother.

The faint glow of a lantern furrowed her brows, and she inched closer to the front of her cell. Her visitor was someone in a red cloak, his dark, choppy hair making it hard to see his face. When he set the lantern down and pulled the hood of his cloak down, her jaw clenched.

“Get out.”

“Y/N—”

“Do I have to repeat myself? Get out.”

“I’m not leaving.” Like the stubborn boy he was, he kneeled in front of her cell. Y/N’s eyes remained trained on the ground.

“That’s a first for you.”

“You don’t understand.” There was a hint of frustration to his voice, but it lacked the boyish charm she used to associate it with. “I had to—”

“You had to what?” she interrupted, gaze flicking up to him. “Betray me? Get Aang killed? Destroy the world’s last hope for ending the war?”

“Azula offered me what I have been chasing after for years!” he exclaimed, golden irises blazing. “You’re delusional if you think I could give it up. It’s my birthright.”

“Is it worth it?” she asked. “Is it everything you’ve ever dreamed of? Has your dad even apologized for what he did to you?”

Zuko faltered at that, but he recovered quickly. “Change takes time. I can start by getting you out of this place.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You’re delusional if you think I’m leaving this country in any other way than death.”

“You don’t understand,” Zuko repeated. “I have power now; I’m the crown prince. I can help you—”

“I don’t want your help!” she yelled, her rage finally bubbling over inside of her as she turned on him with the fire of a waterbender pushed to the edge. “The last time I trusted you was when I thought you were on my side, and it landed me in here. If you think that I’m going to trust you now that you’re full Fire Nation again, then you have never known anything about me.”

Zuko scoffed, his entire demeanor changing. “You don’t know me.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “I don’t. That’s why I’m in here. Because I don’t know you. Because I thought I was more important to you than your fucking honor.”

“The Fire Nation is different from your little village!” he seethed, the flames in the lantern swelling with his anger. “I did what I had to do in Ba Sing Se — you’re a fool if you think it could’ve gone any differently. This is how the Fire Nation works.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” she said darkly. “Just know that if I die in here, I’m going to make your life a living nightmare.”

“You can’t say things like that to me anymore,” Zuko said, something so painfully unfamiliar about his voice as he practically turned his back on her. “I’m royalty. True royalty.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked with a slightly deranged laugh. “Betray me? Separate me from all my friends? Throw me in jail?”

Zuko’s shaky exhale told her that she was getting to him. Y/N moved to the edge of the cell, as close to the bars as she could get with her shackles, and stared right at him.

“I’m prisoner scum from the North. You’re the crown prince of the most powerful nation in the world. And yet here you are.” She allowed her lips to quirk up slightly in a sardonic smile. “You’re even more trapped than I am. Good luck trying to get out of it.”

He growled as he pulled away, picking up his lantern as he backed away. “I don’t know what I ever saw in you. You’ve always been nothing more than an obstacle.”

“Then leave,” she spat. “I’m done with you, Zuko. I’ve been done ever since you took Azula’s side in Ba Sing Se. If the only thing I’m worthy of is being in your way, then leave. I just hope the guilt doesn’t get to you before you can do all your princely duties.”

He stood there for a moment more, glowering at her with a mix of emotions she couldn’t decipher. “I don’t love you. I don’t think about you. You’ve never been anything in my life, and you never will be.”

And with that, he turned his back and left.

The weight stayed on her shoulders as she slouched against the wall, but she didn’t feel the sorrow she expected. All that remained was an uncomfortably familiar numbness, along with a strange flicker of acceptance.

Maybe he was lying about it all, maybe he had truly lost anything he harbored towards her after the fight in the catacombs. Y/N didn’t care. Either way, he fought against her.

(She didn’t want to think about what it meant for him to still love her and betray her all the same.)

Y/N had dared to play with fire, and she had gotten burned more times than she could count. The raised scar on her forearm as well as the invisible memory of searing flames against her palms served as a painful reminder of who Zuko used to be, who he was now. Maybe someone he had always been, and she was just too caught up in the beauty of something she imagined to notice.

But no longer would she rake herself over the coals with the dim hope that he could change.

No longer would she sacrifice herself for him.

She was done trying to save the boy with the scar.

—

Her prison cell was quiet as ever since her conversation with Zuko. A part of her was angry that he hadn’t come back, that he hadn’t tried to talk to her again just so she could reject him. The other, more rational part, was relieved. She managed an ineffable front while he was here, but she knew she was bound to crack sooner or later.

The isolation was driving her mad. She had no idea what day it was, or the time, or how long she had been in here. It had gotten to the point where she began to look forward to her guards coming in to give her meals, and most of them despised her.

Y/N longed for one of Aang’s stories about his culture, told in his own voice instead of her own. The echo of Katara’s laughter throughout the night sky, one of Toph’s insults; she even missed Sokka’s horrible jokes. She knew she would never again make fun of him for his humor once she was reunited with them.

But the worst part was the thing she couldn’t explain.

Her wrists were shackled to the wall to prevent her from fighting back, as with any prisoner, but she had a feeling that the guards here weren’t used to keeping waterbenders in custody. Though the air was cool enough in the prison to prevent moisture from forming and the dirt below her was dry as a bone, their carelessness for her identity played in her favor.

One day, her guard delivered a cup of water along with her meal. The normal routine was for her to either get just enough water to keep her alive but too little to do any kind of bending with, or for her hands to be completely restrained as she was given water like some kind of animal. The Fire Nation was afraid of the waterbender in their midst, even with her status as a fifteen year old girl.

The day it was slid into her cell, her heart nearly stopped. Could they really be so unattentive to deliver an escape right to her, the same thing that got her mother out? Her hands were cuffed, yes, but that didn’t matter. For such a small amount all she needed were her fingers, and those worked just fine.

But as she positioned her hand over the top of the ceramic and twisted her fingers, nothing happened. Y/N didn’t feel any of the usual flow of cool energy, but she had attributed that to her weakened state and lack of practice. But this was something simple, something that young waterbenders experimented with at their first lessons. Even the most novice healer could transfer water from the pot to the mannequin, the most inexperienced soldier ocean water into the air.

But there was nothing. No surge of power, no movement, nothing. She couldn’t do anything.

What was meant to be her saving grace only served to further hammer the dagger into her heart, to add one more mark to her growing list of failures.

She wasn’t going to get out of here. She couldn’t get out of here, not with her lack of strength and her inexplicable loss.

All she knew was her last shred of self had been torn away.

In one last cruel act from the spirits, her bending had disappeared.

-

The days were longer and harder after discovering the loss of her waterbending. The biggest part of her, something so intrinsic to her life, the only thing that kept her alive after her village was invaded — gone like that.

How could she cope with that? How, when she didn’t even know what had caused it? Would she ever get it back?

The thought attacked Y/N viciously and constantly — she would die in a Fire Nation prison cell, broken in every way.

One night, though, something was different in her visitor. With nothing much else to do, her ears had grown attuned to the few sounds she heard since her imprisonment. Y/N could distinguish the guards just by the way their boots hit the ground and the length of their steps, and that’s why she knew even before they came into her sight that something was different.

But it was still a surprise when it turned out to be none other than the reason for her downfall.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, a slight barb to her words accompanied by the downward twist of her lips.

Azula just smiled, looking regal as ever with her neat topknot and deep red robes. “I’m here to announce your departure, of course. Getting you out of my hair and seeing the light drain from your eyes in person is something to celebrate.”

“Departure?”

“There’s an influx of new prisoners being transported here as a result of a rebellion being crushed in Ba Sing Se, as well as a league of Avatar sympathizers in the heart of the capital after being discovered. In order to make space for the traitors, you’re being sent somewhere much more fun.”

“Just tell me already,” Y/N said evenly. “Nothing can be worse than here.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Azula corrected with a smile. “My father doesn’t exactly want a repeat of what happened with your mother, so you’re being sent to a prison specifically for waterbenders. If you’ve ever wondered about what southern benders are like, I have a feeling you’ll find out a lot with your future company.”

At that, Y/N couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “You’re wasting your time. My bending doesn’t work.”

Maybe it was a card she should’ve held closer to her chest, but Y/N didn’t see the point. If she was sent somewhere specifically for waterbenders, she knew she would deal with far more mistreatment than slightly barbed remarks and unwavering indifference. Her eventual death at the hands of the Fire Nation would be even more likely. At least if she was sent to another prison, a normal one, she would have a chance at escaping if her bending somehow came back.

Azula’s eyebrows rose slightly, but she regained her composure quickly. “You’ve lost your waterbending? Do you expect me to believe that?”

“Why would I lie about something like this?” she asked, straightfaced. “I’m sure any prison I end up in will be just as horrible as the others.”

Her lips twitched up in the facade of a smile. “Very well. I believe I can make arrangements for you suiting your new situation. How do you feel about the Boiling Rock?”

“Sounds like a vacation,” she said dryly.

“I think you’ll like it,” Azula said. “It’s completely surrounded by water — it’s really lovely. I quite like the irony of you being in the middle of your element, knowing that you’d be able to escape if you weren’t so useless.”

A puff of loose air was all she could really manage in lieu of laughter. Her situation kept getting more and more hopeless, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“What did I ever do to you, Azula?” Y/N asked, eyes trained on the ground. “Why do you hate me this much? What is this vendetta?”

“You want to know what I have against you?” Azula’s eyes turned cold and she stepped closer to the bars, taking a knee on the floor directly in front of the cell. “I know my brother is still enamored with you despite what he says, though I have no idea what he sees in you. I know he comes down to see his uncle, as well as you on occasion. Even when he doesn’t he still talks about you. Now, I don’t particularly care what happens to Zuko, but things will be much easier if he’s on my side. You are making him doubt what he has done to get here. You are nothing but a pest, and pests must be taken care of.”

“Kill me then.” She surprised herself with her bluntness as she looked up at the princess, but the way Azula described it, it would be a welcome mercy compared to her current fate. “You could finish the job right here. I’m completely defenseless. One blast, and it would be over.”

Azula stood up then, though still keeping the same proximity. Her voice was authoritative, powerful, and Y/N understood why she had been able to do what no Fire Nation general could even at such a young age. “The Fire Nation doesn’t just exterminate their pests. We make lessons out of them. And you will be a lesson to every servant, every member of your little ‘Team Avatar’, and my insolent brother to know their place. And, well— this was what should’ve happened to you all those years ago.”

“Besides, this is a lot more fun than killing you, isn’t it?” Her golden irises flashed with something dangerously close to glee. “I hope you enjoy your trip. It’s the last one you’ll ever take.” Azula then pivoted on her foot and left, the door closing quietly behind her.

The only sound she was left with was her nearly inaudible breathing. Y/N leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes as it all came to a head. She tried to keep it steady, but the water trailing down her face was a sign of her failure. If she was worth anything, she would be able to use this to her advantage, bending her tears as a last resort. Her mother managed to get out of captivity with little more than a cup after months of torture and isolation. But Y/N couldn’t even bend.

She was completely and utterly useless.

And now she was about to head to some prison, the Boiling Rock in the middle of her element yet unable to do a single thing. Trapped in a jail cell an entire country away from her friends with no idea on how they were doing, no idea on the fate that was in everyone’s hands but her own.

Y/N buried her head in her hands, trying her best to muffle the sobs as she let herself succumb to them.

What had she done to deserve this? Fight for the good of the world? Trust the only boy that had ever loved her the same way she loved him? Try to end the war that had ruined her life and seemed intent on breaking her completely?

She was so damn exhausted. She didn’t have it in her to fight anymore, not when this was all fighting got her.

Her whole life had been an uphill battle, from the moment her village was invaded to Zuko turning his back on her.

Maybe it was time to finally accept she couldn’t win.

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Love Conquers All

Zuko x Male Reader

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Y/n could understand where Zuko was coming from, but he knew he wouldn't be surprised if it didn't go as well as he had perhaps envisioned.

It was all very well and good that he had finally found his way, but he had hurt the Avatars group a fair bit before finding his way. Y/n also knew that as someone who had been a part of Zuko's attempts to hurt them, he had no leg to stand on in helping smooth the situation over. He hadn't been as single-minded in his focus on capturing the Avatar, but he had only cared because Zuko cared.

He didn't think that would matter to them, but then, Y/n didn't particularly care one way or the other how they felt about him. The only person who mattered to him was Zuko. Well, and Iroh, but that was a given of anyone who had met the calm old man.

When they made it to the kids campsite Y/n hung back, staying by the exit. It wasn't that he didn't trust them not to ambush him and Zuko, oh wait, it was that. Never mind.

Y/n watched the exchange carefully. He could feel it in the air mere seconds before she struck.

Faster than their eyes could follow, Y/n moved. By the time that everyone had caught up with the events, Y/n was standing in front of Zuko, sheathing his sword after having deflected Katara's water whip.

Silence reigned for a single heartbeat. Then Katara shrieked in outrage.

"How dare you!"

Y/n was sure she was still speaking, but he had a habit of being selectively deaf when it most benefited him.

And then, with almost no warning she was throwing water at him with increasingly wild movements.

It was no match for Y/n's technique.

It wasn't common knowledge, in fact, he had hidden it for most of his life, but Y/n was an airbender.

Yeah, literally the biggest lie in their world was that there were no more airbenders. The Air Nomads had had the practice of removing non-benders from their society and giving them to the other kingdoms.

What they didn't know was that all it took was for the right circumstances to happen and suddenly you had airbenders in the descendants of those non-benders.

It didn't change much ultimately, they were so few that they wouldn't ever be considered a threat to anyone, not that the Air Nomads had been when the Fire Nation had attacked them a hundred years ago.

What it all came down to, was a confused child suddenly developing powers that no one was able to control anymore.

Luckily for Y/n, the only person who had been around the first time he had bended was Zuko. As secrets tend to do, it had bound the two closer together than anyone would have thought ever since that day.

It was a loyalty that had seen Y/n stowing away on the ship Zuko had been banished on, and one that had been returned by Zuko had never once considered that the apparently Fire Nation child could be the reborn Avatar.

What it came down to, was that Katara was having no luck besting Y/n. Much as he wanted to put her in her place properly, Y/n knew that what they were trying to accomplish here would be hurt by that. From the looks of things though, they might have lost that chance.

Y/n stayed on the defensive, letting her tire herself out instead of outright attacking. He was worried about the look the Avatar was giving him though. That wide eyed expression couldn't mean anything good for his secret. He had always known that it would come out eventually, but he had hoped it would last longer than this dammit!

"Katara stop!"

The kid was trying to get in between then now, but the water tribe girl was apparently past the point of caring. She was just not backing down.

"Wait, I wanna talk to him!"

"No! They need to get out of here and never come back!"

Y/n was sure that her words might have been more intimidating if she weren't so clearly out of her league. He decided to ignore the voice in the back of his head that whispered that if he had used even half of his abilities properly before this they might have caught the Avatar long ago.

The element of surprise couldn't be taken for granted after all, and judging from the kid's reaction just now, all they would have had to do was show him Y/n's powers and he probably would have stayed on the ship that first day.

Y/n pulled himself out of his thoughts with a shrug. It was a bit late for that right now.

The Avatar had managed to get between Y/n and Katara, and seemed to be trying to talk her down from her rage. Y/n watched, only mildly interested. This wasn't how he had thought today would go.

He turned to Zuko, who was still standing behind him.

"Are you okay?"

He just looked Y/n over, head to toe looking for injuries.

"I'm fine, but are you sure it was a good idea to show them that? I could have taken a few hits. I've had worse before, you know that."

Y/n clenched his jaw at the reminder.

"I know. I'm sorry. You know how I feel about you willingly putting yourself in danger though. You didn't even try to defend yourself. Don't think I didn't spot that."

Y/n leveled a flat stare at Zuko.

He at least had the good grace to blush in shame and hide behind his fringe.

Y/n turned back to the group of kids gathered in front of them.

He gave them his best blank stare. He had nothing more to say to them, this was about Zuko teaching the Avatar firebending after all.

Besides, he was sure that anything he said would be twisted around and spat back at him by the water tribe girl.

"You're an airbender!"

Y/n refused to give up his secret that easily.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The little blind girl perked up.

"You're lying. You are an airbender? I thought they were all wiped out."

Y/n stubbornly refused to respond. He could see the water tribe girl's eye narrow at his silence. She was just about to explode on him again when Y/n felt a shift in the air. Less than a second later he felt Zuko's hand on his shoulder.

He slumped slightly. Damn Zuko's soft heart.

"Yes. I can bend air."

The shout of pure joy that the Avatar let out was enough to make Y/n feel slightly guilty about keeping it from him the whole time he had been after him.

"I'm not alone! There must be more, right? Some of the monks survived and hid right? Please tell me!"

Man, this kid was excitable, and as happy as he was, Y/n didn't want to be the one to tell him that he was wrong. He couldn't take the soft option of letting Zuko tell him though, they would probably turn on the both of them and Zuko wouldn't be able to fulfill his destiny.

"No."

"No you're not going to tell him?"

That girl was really starting to get on Y/n's nerves.

"No, they didn't survive."

That shut her up.

It also made the kid tear up, but there was no point building a lie just to make him feel better in this moment. That would be more cruel than the truth.

"The only reason that I exist right now is because of your ancestors though. Your people had a practice of testing their babies for airbending potential."

The Avatar was nodding along. Good, this wouldn't be a surprise to him.

"Well, when they showed to be non-benders your people gave them away. They were sent off to the other kingdoms, not welcome in, nor considered to be, a part of the Air Nomads."

"Air Nomads are airbenders, so if they aren't airbenders they aren't Air Nomads. That's just the way things are."

Y/n grit his teeth. It was an old hurt, but it still stung. He pulled in a deep breath and the only thing that stopped him from screaming about the injustice of it all was Zuko's hand that was still on his shoulder lending him the strength to continue.

"Your people were wrong. Occasionally their methods would be wrong, and they would let a bender slip away into another kingdom. But more than that, its in our blood, in the thing that makes us who we are. When enough of your ancestors were born from the Air Nomads, no matter whether they could bend themselves or not, you have the possibility to end up as a bender."

The Avatar's jaw was hanging open as he stared in horror at Y/n.

"But, they couldn't possibly have known that! If they had, maybe they wouldn't have done what they did."

Y/n's eyes shone with a dark light. This was something he would ultimately have to give up, but it was worth planting the seed if he could.

"So your saying that the only possible use non-benders have is the possibility of benders being born from them?"

The Avatar stopped cold and stared at Y/n in horror.

"What? No! Of course not!"

"Then what? You had no problem with the idea that they would be thrown away like yesterday's garbage up until now. The only thing that's changed is this piece of information."

Y/n pulled back as he saw the tears form in the Avatar's eyes.

"Think on that for a while. You have a non-bender in your group. Do you consider him to be useless?"

The kids all looked like they had been hit over the head.

Y/n was sure that this would be the end of their interaction for the day.

"We'll come back tomorrow. Maybe then we can talk without resorting to violence."

He turned back to Katara who looked like she was getting ready to unleash whatever thoughts had been happening in that head of hers.

"Before you put your foot in it, consider this. We have two things you want. One you desperately need, the other, something you desperately want. Have a good night."

Zuko turned and walked back the way they had come, with Y/n bringing up the rear. He didn't trust them not to attack them from behind.

Y/n hoped that with the reminder that they needed Zuko to teach the Avatar firebending, they would be more open to meeting the next day. If that weren't enough, then there was the added bonus of Y/n being the only other airbender that they knew. He was sure that the Avatar wouldn't be able to resist the pull to be around someone who was like him for long.

Either way, they still had a long way to go to convince them that they didn't want to hurt them and that this wasn't a trap.

'Oh well,' Y/n thought as he lay sleepily beside their fire, 'things always look better in the morning.'

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👀 PLease tell us your thoughts about the Jedi babies re-growing up among different cultural contexts.

Oh fuck okay

Context: original post, chrono The specific post this ask is referencing: here

Summary of the AU: Disaster lineage got tossed back in time. Anakin stayed 21-ish, but Obi-Wan and Ahsoka got deaged, took new names for time-travel reasons (Ylliben and Sokanth, or Ben and Soka), are now staying with the True Mandalorians under Jaster Mereel because the Force said to, go back to the Temple after about a decade. They grabbed Shmi about three months after arriving.

So as far as the cultural background goes, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka had similar upbringings. She spent a few years on Shili first, but both spent the majority of their childhoods up to age 13/14 being raised in the creche. So that's the basis that they would default to, in a vacuum.

Nobody is raised in a vacuum.

Along with the Jedi cultural background, they're being raised by Tatooine natives in a Mandalorian environment.

Shmi and Anakin are both former slaves who have desert survival baked into their bones. The longer Anakin spends around her, the more his accent slips, the more he talks about old folktales, the more he uses idioms that don't exist on a cityplanet like Coruscant. All the things that he tamped down to be a Jedi come floating back to the surface, and Shmi's never known anything else. Anakin's knowledge of slave customs make her feel more comfortable, which in turn makes him feel better, and so on.

Mandalore is just... the culture they're living in. You don't grow up in a new culture with a new language without picking up on it personally. (Source: I moved to the US when I was a little under two years old.)

I think the thing I'm going to focus on as an example is the way each of these cultures approaches family, and then maybe how they approach the keeping of peace/what peace means.

Jedi: Where you come from means little, only the legacy you leave behind in your students. Mandalore: You protect your clan and your children; adoption is a major cultural value, if not actually practiced consistently. Tatooine: You can lose your family at any time, so you value what you have in all its forms. You don’t forget where and who you came from, to family of blood and family of choice alike. You cling to your memories and what little you still have of them, to what your master cannot take away.

These are all valid ways to approach family, and each of these approaches can have significant meaning to different people. But they do all, to a certain degree, conflict with one another, despite all three being fairly communal cultures.

The Jedi have a culture, one that’s built on a shared ability and religion over thousands of years. It’s not just an organization, but a continuous community with legends and traditions and art and records. But it’s one that is built on new blood coming in from the outside, volunteers who join because the religion speaks to them (near literally, given the nature of Force Sensitivity), given up by families who couldn’t or wouldn’t teach them in a way that let their talents flourish instead of pushing it all down.

For the Jedi, a culture built on people coming together due to something they have in common intrinsically that their families of blood do not, it makes sense to put emphasis on letting go of that past when they can, and to place importance on teaching lineages. It’s not just the official master-padawan pairs, either, but that’s the most obvious and easily paralleled element. Moreover, a lot of the Jedi culture is about gaining knowledge, so obviously spreading it is good, and also on supporting the galaxy to make it a better place; to view the Jedi order as a heavily communal culture would make sense, since their values are all about selfless betterment of the universe, which on a larger scale is about the galactic conflicts, but on a smaller scale is about supporting their own community, the children and the ill and elderly.

So that is the specific culture that Obi-Wan and Ahsoka grew up in, one that holds blood family as relevant but not particularly crucial to one’s identity, but is structured so people leave behind legacies through education in a manner that often becomes adoptive family (depending on your definition, I guess). Jedi are encouraged to connect to their home cultures, if not their families, with practices like the coming of age hunt for Togruta leading to the young Jedi taking a trip out to Shili to engage in that cultural milestone. This can also be viewed as a way for the Jedi to maintain personal connections to the wider universe, a (not entirely successful, but certainly attempted) way of keeping them from becoming too isolated and insular from the universe at large, and losing touch from what the galaxy actually needs of them.

They’re now growing up with two cultures that do place emphasis on blood and found family.

Mandalore, as presented in The Mandalorian, has their traditional values set as being heavily associated with their armor, battle skills, and childcare. While that’s clearly a set of values that aren’t actually followed by everyone with full sincerity, we can assume that these stated cultural values do have at least some impact on the way the society is structured, since we do see more traditional characters (Jaster, Din) adopt orphaned children and then have the Mandalorian elements of their immediate circles support that claim.

(We’ll ignore Jango and the whole clone army thing because the amount of Sith influence is up for debate and also holy trauma, Batman.)

However, we also see that a lot of Mandalorian culture is built on their family histories. On the New Mandalorian side, we see emphasis placed on the fact that Satine is House Kryze and that she’s a duchess. Her bloodline is relevant, though not the most important thing about her. On the Death Watch side, we have Pre and Tor placing emphasis on the fact that they’re Clan Vizsla, descended from Tarre, that this is important to why they deserve what the darksaber represents, this is part of why they not only deserve to lead, but should for the good of Mandalore.

Bo-Katan’s armor is a family heirloom. Boba’s armor was Jango’s, but before being Jango’s, it was Jaster’s. Armor is important enough to pass to family, but the family can be adopted. This all tracks.

The resol’nare specifies loyalty and care for the clan/tribe among the six tenets.

These two elements seem relatively well-balanced: the importance of adoption and the importance of family as a larger unit on the level of a house or clan.

And then you have Tatooine, which also balances blood and adoption, but for entirely different reasons, that being this: it can always be taken from you.

For all that a Mandalorian could historically expect their family to die in battle, and a Jedi could expect to lose their master the same way if things went poorly, those were usually choices. A Mandalorian was raised to walk into battle, and then they could make that choice to do so. It wasn’t often much of a choice, but they could feasibly turn their back and choose to be a farmer or a doctor or something, and support the people who went out to do battle instead of being the one on the field themselves. A Jedi could choose to be a healer or an archivist or join one of the Corps.

A slave does not get that choice. A slave can be killed or sold on a whim from their master. It’s not a one-time trauma, but an ever-present fear. Your parent, your child, your sibling, your spouse, all of them can be separated from you at any time. You can always lose them, and you have no choice but to grin and bear it, or try to run and die before you reach freedom.

In a context like that, I imagine Tatooine places a very heavy emphasis on family, both of blood and of choice, and on treasuring what you have while you have it. A person is always aware that they can lose whoever they have in their life, and so they make the most of their times together, have clear and consistent ways of expressing that love (I imagine primarily direct verbal confirmations and physical contact, practical gifts like water and fruit). Childcare is important, elders are venerated. Those who survived that far have valuable wisdom, and the children are to be given what happiness they can have before reality wipes that ability from them.

The family ‘networks’ among Tatooine slaves are smaller and tighter knit. There’s less trust for outsiders, but once you’re in, you’re in until you are taken away. Still, families are torn apart regularly, and often can’t contact each other after being separated if they’re sold far enough away, so families stay small because they’re always being broken up. Unlike Mandalore’s tribe/clan system, or the Jedi’s wide, loosely-structured community, Tatooine’s slaves form smaller groups that cling for as long as they can, and try to support each other. (There are selfish ones, of course, especially the newbies, but... well. Most try.)

Tatooine is also much more likely to assign a familial role (e.g. referring to an elder as ‘grandmother’). It’s not uncommon in the others (multiple Jedi refer to their masters as a parent or sibling, like Anakin’s “you’re like a father to me” line), but it’s not as baked-in that such a role should be given.

So on a structural level, we have two people from a community culture with little emphasis on blood family or formal familial roles are now being raised in a community that has them asking “what can you do for the people around you first, and then the wider world?” by people who tell them “your family, blood and found, is the most important thing you have; never let anyone take more from you than they possibly can.”

And that shit has an effect.

For all that Sokanth and Ylliben were once raised with a knowledge that their duty, their goal, was to better the galaxy as a whole, they are now being told that the community that raises them asks their loyalty back, because societies are built on support networks, and if you support the tribe, it will support you. There are parallels to that kind of thinking among Jedi, because it is basic social theory, but it’s not presented as the same kind of cultural value. It’s not given as something to strive for, just a basic fact.

This, for instance, means that once they’re back at the Temple, they have a tendency towards suggesting study groups and other ways of supporting people in their immediate circle, often structured in very unfamiliar ways. Again, this isn’t uncommon among Jedi, but it’s not done in the same way, or with the same emphasis. The Jedi also often approach problem-solving in a different order, so the step of “meditate on it and you may find your solution” often comes before “gather information from people who know more about it than you do,” while Ben and Soka have by this point learned to do it the other way around, because that’s what the Mandalorian system taught them: rely on your family first.

Meanwhile, the Tatooine element of their upbringing has them being much more willing to just... casually refer to ‘my dad’ and ‘my sister’ and so on. They use those words. It’s not just “my master is like a father to me,” but “this is my father.” They don’t hesitate to talk about the family they had and still have in Mandalorian space. None of the Jedi begrudge them it, really, but it’s always a shock to hear for the first time, and between the Tatooine refusal to pretend the connection is gone and the Mandalorian tendency to err on the side of roughhousing as affection, they’re just... odd. It’s not like none of the other Jedi know family outside the Order--some of the old books had Obi-Wan visiting his brother on Stewjon once in a while--or like none of the active Jedi are loud or boisterous, but the specific manner in which Soka and Ben interact with the Order, especially when their dad is around, is very weird.

More Soka than Ben, really, but that’s mostly just because Ben’s a very quiet person until he gets a little older, so it’s harder to notice on him.

Point is, while they still hold to their duty to the wider galaxy and will continue to keep that duty above almost anything else in their lives, the way they talk and act about the subject of family, especially in private, is heavily influenced by their new cultures.

This is already very long but I promised I’d talk about peace so let’s go:

The Jedi seek peace as an absence of war and conflict in the portion of the galaxy under their purview, in hopes that they will prevent as much suffering and death as they can.

The Mandalorians are varied, but Jaster Mereel’s group (which is the community the Skywalkers are with) is likely to view peace as unrealistic to achieve in the long term. They do not seek war, but they know the world they live in, and are prepared to protect against violence as their first resort. They always expect an attack, even if they don’t seek it.

The Slaves of Tatooine view peace as the calm in a storm. It is the status quo. Nobody has escaped tonight, for the guards aren’t searching, but neither is anyone dead. The Master you have is in a good enough mood to not sell you, to not kill you, to not beat you. Peace as an absence of suffering is impossible, so you seek for your master to be peaceful, that is to say: not raging at you.

The scope of each of these narrows significantly. From the known galaxy, to the wars that meet Mandalorian space, to the household one serves.

A community like the Jedi can choose to address peace as something to be sought on a large scale as an absence of war. They primarily function within the borders of the Republic, which has its problems but is largely structured to prevent such things from occurring until the Sith interfere. The Jedi have a structure that allows them to address peace as an ideal to be sought, at least within the borders of the territory they serve.

Mandalore, meanwhile, has been at war on and off for... ever. When they are not at war with themselves, they’re at war with someone else. ‘Peace’ is just the time between wars, and they know that if they do not attack first, they will be forced to defend. Jaster Mereel was known as the Reformer, and part of that was that instituting a code of honor, one that was intended to prevent Mandalorian warriors from acting as raiders and brigands, but rather acting as honorable hired soldiers, or taking roles such as the Journeyman Protectors. Given that, I imagine that he views war as something inevitable, but also something that can be mitigated.

War doesn’t touch Tatooine.

Oh, it might raise taxes and import rates. It might prevent visitors who come for the races. It can do a lot of things.

But to a slave, these are nothing. The only thing war does is affect the master, the person who chooses when their slaves get water, when they get beaten, when they are no longer useful enough to keep around or keep alive.

The peace of a slave’s live is dictated by how much abuse they are subjected to by the person who owns them.

What this means for Soka and Ben is... well, they are viewed as war-hungry by the people who don’t know them very well. They have armor. They focus on fighting, both with and without their sabers. They know tactics better than most masters. They claim that war is coming, and don’t seem too sad about it.

(It is a fact to them. War will come. All they can do is meet it. They’ve already done their mourning once.)

They also... well, Shmi tells them things in hidden corners. How to duck their head to hide the hate or fear in their eyes. How to watch for the anger in the tendons of a hand. The laugh of someone who enjoys the pain they’ve caused, not just the adrenaline of a fight. She is free, and so are they, but she has not forgotten how to hide in the shadows until the master’s ire has turned elsewhere. How to be small and quiet and unseen until the danger passes.

A Jedi’s first resort is words. Their second is their saber. But the Jeedai hold their heads high, and the Mandalorians do the same.

“You rely on the Force, and you have your pride,” she tells them, her hands on their own. “But there will come a time when you will not be able to remind people that you are free. You will not be able to say that you are a person, that you deserve the respect of a living sentient. Perhaps it will be a politician who treats everyone like that. Perhaps you will be captured by an enemy. Perhaps you will be undercover. You will not be able to fight, with words or with weapons, and you will have to know how to survive.”

Tatooine does not have peace. Tatooine only has survival.

And while Jedi fight for the survival and peace of the universe, they are refined and composed. Mando’ade fight like warriors of old, and Tatooine slaves fight like cornered, rabid anooba.

The galaxy comes first, but when the chips are down and the Sith come out to play, Soka and Ben do not need refinement, because they know how to toss aside their pride and live.

[mostly-mundane-atla]

Names from Inupiaq Folklore for Water Tribe OC Inspo, Part 2

Akpaģialuk - a man who lived in Iqsiuģvik who had Seward Peninsula men after him. He evaded their attempts on his life, using echoes to make it sound like he had people around him

Qaluvik - a daughter of a widow and an unwed mother to a baby who wouldn't stop crying. It was in the middle of a war, and the camp feared that the baby's crying would give them away to the enemy, so they left, and her mother told her to go with them, that she'd care for the baby and stay safe, regardless of raiders. Qaluvik's mother kept her son quiet and they hid until the raiders left.

Aagruukaaluk, also called Aagruk - a man whose entire family was killed in a raid, except for his firstborn son named Kippaģiak (or Kippaģaana), still just a child, who was taken prisoner. The captors blinded the boy with a knife and left him to wander in the wilderness and die. Aagruukaaluk heard them loudly joking about it while they celebrated their victory. The version that goes into the most detail about his revenge says he fastened his double-edged knife in his hand with a rope so it wouldn't slip. When he killed those enemy raiders, they died in agony.

Alutuun - a messenger who was about to go among the "Indians" (likely Koyukon) to invite them to messenger feast and saw raiders on his way. He warned his village, but the raiders never came. This story is interesting because many stories concerning war seem to be set in a more ambiguous time period, but this one is very clearly set post-contact with mention of rifles and log cabins with two floors. The woman telling this story says it was a true account from before she was born, citing her mother and two older sisters preparing to defend against or flee from a raid.

Satluk - a troublemaker who supposedly could not be killed. Every time he was wounded, the wounds would instantly heal themselves. It took a special kind of song long since forgotten to shoot him with any success.

Unaliinguraq - described as a "wheeler dealer" who was "good with small lies" and took advantage of his friendship with a Koyukon man known for his great strength. There were territory disputes, and some Inupiat of Igliqtiqsiuģvik wanted to drive the Koyukon people out with violence, but they had two very strong men the Igliqtiqsiuģvikmiut knew would give them trouble. Unaliinguraq used his friendly relationship with one of the strong men to lure him away to his death. A battle ensued after, and it's said after that the two groups didn't fight anymore

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Imagine being Sokka’s childhood best friend who left to join the war and reuniting with him years later.

You and Sokka were friends before either of you could walk. Children were in short demand in your tribe so when you were born only 6-months apart it was a given you’d be playmates but you and Sokka also became inseparable almost instantly. You both had the same dry sarcastic humour and your personalities worked well together. For the first few years of your life all you were concerned with was staying taller than Sokka and Polarbear dogs but then fire nation attacked and killed Sokka’s mother.

After the brutal attack the remaining tribesman decided to make one final stand against the fire nation and all the eligible men began preparing to leave with one exception...you. You had just turned 11 and so based on past custom weren’t too young to go to war. Of course your tribe didn’t want to take a child but your only family was your father and he was leading the war effort with Hakoda. You had no other family left to watch you and so you managed to talk your father into bringing you along. Sokka tried to do the same but as he was 10 Hakoda said he was too young. Sokka had been furious to say the least. He didn’t see why you’d be allowed and he wouldn’t be, 6 months was hardly anything and his sexist attitude made it sting all the more. He pouted constantly up until the day you left when he suddenly sprinted to the shore at the last minute and hugged you tightly. “I’m still mad at you but if only one of us can go to war....well I’m glad it’s you and not one of the other kids”. You smiled “not quite a heartfelt goodbye but i’ll take it”. “Y/n come on” your father called and you nodded. “I have to go...”. Sokka nodded “of course, kick some fire bender butt for me and erm....don’t die”. You laughed “you too” and with a final smile to Sokka joined your father and the other men to go to war.

That was 5 years ago and you hadn’t seen or heard from Sokka since. You thought about him and home a lot but honestly life at war was very demanding. You were largely sheltered from it by your fellow tribesmen and didn’t actually engage in any combat until you were 14 but still you felt the burden of the impossible victory on your shoulders. Every time you took a step forwards the fire nation seemed to push you back three...but things changed when the avatar came back. It shook the fire nation and surely but slowly you were making gains in the war.

After one successful victory you were in particularly high spirits and woke up early to go and fetch some water for you and your father. As you returned to camp you set the water down in your tent and headed to get breakfast. The camp seemed different you noted, people seemed to be hurrying to the centre excitedly and so you picked up your pace. You suddenly heard a loud cry and worrying you were under attack began to run to camp. A large group had gathered and you looked for the threat but realised everyone seemed happy...not scared. Everyone was focused on a group of men who had come out of the war tent. The group of men themselves were all talking excitedly, focused on one man in particular. You knew every single man in this camp but couldn’t work out who this one was. He was definitely water tribe and young, around your age and looked oddly familiar. He had bright blue eyes and a sharp chin which suited him very well. Everyone seemed to know him and it frustrated you that you couldn’t work out who he was. He was talking to your father and Hakoda warmly and you stared at his face feeling you knew him. Then it clicked, it was Sokka.

Sokka’s POV

Sokka had been nervous to walk into camp but the second he did everyone rushed to hug and welcome him. Sokka felt happier than he had in a long time. He stood next to his father unable to remove the smile from his face when he spotted your father and a thought occurred to him. "Where’s y/n?" Sokka asked when he spotted you feet away. You looked like you’d just arrived here and were staring at Sokka as if you couldn’t work out who he was. Sokka went to call out to you when you smiled. "Sokka?" you asked in disbelief and Sokka blushed. It may’ve taken you a second to recognise him but he’d know your face anywhere. "It’s me y/n" he smiled and your own smile turned into a large grin. You rushed forwards and hugged Sokka tightly. Sokka heard a lot of “awes” from the crowd but he didn’t process them, he was too focused on you. You pulled away and both grinned at one another babbling greetings and questions. Then there was an awkward pause where you both just stared at one another. It had been over 5 years since you’d seen each other and you had both changed a lot since then so it took a lot of effort to process. Sokka was pleasantly surprised to find he was taller than you now. As kids he had steadily caught you up over the years but you left before he could claim his victory. Now he was undeniably taller than you and he couldn’t wait to tease you about that but he noted you’d beat him in other aspects. Your arms were more toned and bigger than his, well defined and taut after the years of training and Sokka could see the same went for all your limbs by the shape of your neck and shoulders. Your hair too was longer and partially braided which Sokka had never seen before. Of course the braids symbolised battles you’d been a part of and Sokka felt proud not envious at how they decorated your face. Your face too was also more defined, your cheeks seemed higher and more angular but your eyes had remained striking and your lips still bright pink. Even the way you held yourself was different, you were a warrior now Sokka realised and that thought made him feel fuzzy.

Your POV

When the silence between you got too awkward Hakoda coughed "y/n, Sokka has travelled here from his journey with the avatar". "What?" you cried in disbelief and Sokka just smiled lazily “yeah...”. "Sokka why don’t you go with y/n to our tent and tell her all about it over breakfast?" your father suggested. Sokka nodded and you led him away to your family tent. You kept staring at him convinced he wasn’t real. Sokka had changed a lot. The height difference was a shock but not the biggest. His face had lost its baby cheeks resulting in chiselled cheekbones and his hair was a lot longer. He was more toned too, not muscley per se but his arms had definition and you struggled not noticing. His eyes were the same though and they were the one thing that made you sure this was your friend. They made you feel at ease as they always did and you just turned to Sokka and laughed “I can’t believe you’re here”. “Me either!” Sokka cried “I...I imagined this day for so long”. “We all missed you a lot” you said worried Sokka was still upset you got to go when he didn’t “and thought about you every day” you added. “You did huh?” he asked with a smirk and you realised Sokka was fine. You did not need to be worried. “I said we, not me” you said pointedly and Sokka grinned “yeah but I know you meant you missed me, you just didn’t want to admit it”. You forgot how well Sokka could see through you and shook your head “okay I guess I missed you...now tell me everything! How on earth did you become friends with the avatar?”.

Throughout Sokka’s story you stared in awe and barely touched your food. Everything Sokka told you sounded insane and you made him promise several times that he was being serious. Sokka animatedly told each part of the story and you couldn’t help smiling at how enthusiastic he was. You’d missed this and him a lot. 

“So you two all caught up?” your father asked suddenly entering the tent and Sokka shook his head “not even close! I was just telling y/n about our fight with the fire nation navy in the northern water tribe”. Your father laughed placing a hand on Sokka’s shoulder “well that will have to wait, y/n has training...maybe you’d like to join her?”. You saw Sokka’s eyes light up at the thought of attending actual warrior training and smiled. “Yes!” he cried leaping up “if erm...you don’t mind of course”. You smirked “it’s been five years since I saw you, do you really think i’m letting you out of my sight?”. Sokka blushed looking down but you didn’t notice. You were already tugging Sokka out of the tent “come on! If we show up first we get the good armour!”.

Sokka’s POV

All-day you sparred and trained in water tribe drills. Sokka was equally exhausted and exhilarated. When his father declared the session over his exhaustion won however and he collapsed on the sand and crawled to the water. He heard a laugh and you appeared next to him “tired huh?”. “No! I could go for hours!”. You raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. Sokka sipped his water and glanced at you. You were cleaning your sword and the sun reflected off it making your eyes shine. Your eyes had always been darker than the traditional light blue, they were a very dark blue and only when the sun shone on them was their true colour illuminated, like now. Sokka forgot how beautiful they were and looked away before you could notice him staring. “You were really good in training” he said softly and you smiled glancing at him “no sarcasm? Was that a genuine compliment?”. Sokka grinned “yes! You know I can be serious”. “Wow you have changed” you smirked and Sokka blinked “you think?”. You nodded your head “you’re more mature now, you have this sureness about you and an air of confidence like a leader does...it’s nice” you smiled “and then you make a goofy face and you’re back to the 10-year old I remember”. Sokka smiled and leant back on his elbows just enjoying this moment in the sun with you. “You’ve not changed a bit” he told you and you blinked “really?”. He nodded “I saw you earlier trying to work out who I was but I didn’t need two seconds to spot you”. “Well duh i’m the only girl here!” you cried but Sokka shook his head. “That wasn’t it, I’d know your face anywhere. I worried after you left I’d forget it but you’re exactly as I remembered...every detail like I pictured”. You blushed as Sokka spoke so softly but soon regained your bearings, “and you pictured me often?”. Sokka didn’t even blink “of course I did”. Your blush rose again at Sokka’s confidence and you saw he had a small smirk on his face. Sokka went to speak again when an alarm rang out. You both jumped to your feet. “What does that mean?” Sokka asked and you frowned “nothing good, come on” and ran back to the camp. Everyone was gathered around grabbing armour and weapons. “Dad, what’s going on? Are we under attack?” Sokka called. Hakoda nodded “yes, y/n get ready, Sokka.....”.  “Dad I can fight, please let me come with you” Sokka said loudly and you looked at Hakoda to see what he’d say. Hakoda stared at Sokka before he looked directly past him to at you “how would you like to lead your first duo mission Y/n?”. You grinned “I’d love to”. “Great, Sokka stick with y/n and do everything she says, do as she does and you’ll be just fine”. Sokka nodded and rushed to your side. “This is so cool” he whispered and you smirked as you helped him put on his armour. “Don’t get too excited these things can get dangerous quickly, stay with me okay?”. “And you’ll protect me?” Sokka asked batting his eyelashes but his smirk fell away when without a second thought you nodded “of course I will”. Your low voice filled with determination made Sokka blush and look away. “You ready?” you asked and Sokka nodded “ready” and you rushed into battle.

Sokka did exactly what you said and the battle was a success. He was impressed at how much you’d learned and how great a leader you were. You largely kept the fighting away from him by making yourself the bigger target but when Sokka did engage you were always on hand to help push away any fatal blows. Sokka got out of his first battle without so much as a scratch and it was all down to you. When Hakoda declared victory everyone began to cheer and Sokka grabbed you “That was....you were amazing out there y/n!” Sokka grinned and you smiled “it’s nothing...”. “Are you kidding? There were men there twice your age and size but you knocked them aside like they weighed nothing”. “Well what about you?” you asked “you’ve clearly been training a lot since we left, I take back everything I said about your boomerang it’s a great weapon”. “Wow you’re admitting you were wrong? You had changed” Sokka smirked and you smiled.

As this was the first battle Sokka has successfully fought in he was due his first-ever warrior braid. Hakoda explained it wasn’t a large ceremony, he basically just went into a tent without a braid and came out with one but still Sokka was nervous. Of course he’d practised them lots, all water tribe children did for the day they’d get to add one to their hair but now the day was finally here....he was very anxious.

Your POV

You waited with all the other men for Sokka outside the tent. It was taking a while and you wondered what was taking Sokka so long. “I’ll just check he’s okay” you told your fathers and walked through the flap of the tent. Sokka was fiddling with her hair muttering to himself angrily. He didn’t seem to like the type of plait he was making and would shake it out each time with an irritated mutter. “Sokka?” you asked and he jumped. “I can’t get it right!” he cried “I’ve been dreaming of this day since we were five but I can’t make it work. Sokka tried again seizing his hair tightly and you noticed his hands were shaking. You came to stand behind Sokka and pushed his hands away softly “let me”. You grabbed Sokka’s hair carefully and began to braid it into the traditional warrior plait pattern. Sokka watched and saw the concentration on your face as you twisted his hair effortlessly into a pattern. “There” you said softly tying a small band around it “your first warrior plait, is it okay?”. You held up a mirror and Sokka grinned at his reflection, he was finally a warrior! “I love it!” he cried “thank you y/n” and hugged you. You laughed and hugged Sokka back, “no problem, now come on let's show it off”. You and Sokka walked outside and Hakoda grinned. “My son is officially one of us” he cried and everyone broke out into cheers. 

Sokka’s POV

Everyone crowded around to congratulate him and Sokka’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much. The celebrations were well underway and all the men were keen for Sokka to join them but after a courteous sweep of them Sokka found his way back to you.

You were sat on the outskirts of the camp staring out at the ocean. “Not one for festivities?” Sokka asked sinking beside you and you shrugged “I don’t mind them...but peace and quiet are just as appealing” you smiled “that’s hard to get with a camp full of men”. As if to prove your point a loud water tribe chant broke out and you both laughed. “Well let's go for a walk then” Sokka said jumping up and you followed him. You and Sokka walked towards the ocean and you asked him to carry on his story. He talked rapidly about the attack of the northern water tribe. You listened and just let Sokka’s words sweep over you. You were mainly just watching him amused at how many expression he could pull at once and had to look away to stop yourself from chuckling. When Sokka finished his tale and took a breath you smiled “wow that sounds...unreal!”. Sokka nodded “it was, a lot of things on my travel have been like that, from moon spirits to banished princes, i’ve seen it all!”. “You’re quite the explorer aren’t you” you commented and Sokka nodded “yep, and you’re quite the warrior, we’re certainly doing our tribe proud”. “That we are” you nodded and silence fell. You were sat close together and an idea suddenly struck him. What would you do if he placed his arm around you? He wasn’t sure what made him think that, you and he had always just been friends but now...Sokka wasn’t too sure why that was. Out of everyone in camp you were the person he’s been most excited to see and that didn’t feel just like friendship to him. Without really thinking, caught up in the moment, Sokka went to move his arm when you noticed his movement and glanced down at his arm. Sokka blushed and pretended he was scratching it. “Are you okay?” you asked and Sokka nodded “yep just my arm fell asleep”. “Ow that makes sense, you know for a second there I thought you were going to put it around me...”. Silence settled and you realised Sokka had been planning on doing that. Sokka was blushing vividly and you blinked unsure what to do or say. “Sokka i...” you started when you heard loud gasps from camp and both looked up to see Appa. Sokka frowned confused, Aang wasn’t due back for another three days but here he was. Aang soon dismounted and appeared in front of you both “Sokka! Good you’re still here...”. “Yeah we just got back a few hours ago” Sokka explained "Aang this is y/n my friend from the southern water tribe and y/n this is Aang the avatar". "Wow" you said wide-eyed "it’s amazing to meet you". Aang smiled but it was a tense smile "Sokka we have to go" he cried. Aang explained Katara was in danger and worry ran across Sokka’s face. “We have to leave now” Aang said and Sokka nodded “sure just give me two minutes”. Sokka spun around and you were surprised to see he looked nervous. The tension from earlier had gone, this was more serious. "Y/n i’m sorry but i have to go..." he started to explain nervously when you cut him off. "Of course you do" you cried "Katara needs you!". Sokka smiled sadly "i know but it’s been so nice to see you again after all this time, so I was thinking...would you want to come with me?". You were utterly taken back "go with you?". "Yeah, you could travel with us? It’s dangerous and we get attacked a lot but i bet a warrior like you can handle it". You paused "Sokka i’d really like to but i made an oath to our elders to fight in this war...i don’t think i can change it and come with you no matter how much i want to". Sokka’s smile slipped but he nodded his head "it’s okay i figured as much but thought it was worth a shot". You nodded and touched his arm "are you planning on coming back soon?". Sokka bit his lip "i don’t know and we really have to go...i’ll try okay, i really will so hopefully i’ll see you soon". You nodded believing him but also studied his face again in case you didn't see him for another 5 years. "I’ll come back I promise y/n" Sokka told you and you smiled hugging him "i believe you". Sokka melted into you when Aang’s noises of impatience made him pull away. "Until then keep up the good work" Sokka smiled saluting you. You saluted him back as he walked away and flew off on the air bison with the avatar. 

Sokka made Aang tell him absolutely everything and then they sat in silence waiting to arrive back in Ba Sing Sei. Fear filled Sokka’s mind but as scared as he was, you kept coming back into his mind. He wondered what you had been about to say before Appa arrived and wondered if you could possibly, maybe like him too. The fact he liked you was a new sensation for Sokka but he realised he had just been oblivious before and it had always been there. You had always been the one he came to, the one he liked being around the most, the one he cared about more than himself or anything. He’d always liked you he just hadn’t realised it. “Your hair looks nice” Aang said suddenly “the plait suits you”. Sokka touched it absentmindedly and smiled “my friend y/n did it for me”. “The girl you were with?”. Sokka nodded “yeah she’s my best friend”. Aang smiled “I bet it was nice to see her”. Sokka nodded “it really was” and blushed, he’d find a way to see you again and he’d been damned if he had to wait another five years.

[quirkquess]

BNHA Fantasy AU Class 1-A Collection + Extra │ Part 1•2

Finally finished that class 1a piece lmao took years. Since I had the linework done before changing some of the designs, maybe I’ll do a redraw one day

Some headcanons:

Aoyama hails from a line of good-aligned nobility known for their powerful magic. However, due to health complications, his magic is a double-edged sword. He seeks to prove himself and make a couple friends along the way

Mina is axolotl dragon living near the Southern Salamander Lake surrounded by rocky mountains. Adventurous and energetic, she isn’t afraid to take risks. She left her home in search for adventure and eventually met the Bakusquad though Kirishima

Asui is an amphibian humanoid. She worked hard at her family’s establishment, meeting various people from different backgrounds and status. She is well connected and an extremely good negotiator

Iida is a paladin from a proud noble family spanning generations. They are known for their generosity, chivalry, and bravery. Following in his family’s footsteps, the second heir seeks to gain experience in leadership and combat

Uraraka was sent to distinguished magic school at a young age after finding her affinity with gravitation magic. Despite being born into a poor family, through her hard work, she graduated with a wealth of arcane knowledge

Ojiro is born as one of many sons of an assassination guild. However, after seeing his martial prowess, his family sent him to a temple to train as a monk. He is quick, steady, and deadly but has no real desire to kill. His sensibility has saved him and his comrades numerous times

Kaminari was from a very minor aristocratic house before he left in pursuit of glory. He wasn’t going to be an heir anyway with his brains and the call for adventure was louder than paperwork. His sociability saved him as many times as it landed him in hot water. Despite his lack of academics, a lifetime of doing odd jobs here and there granted him many close friends

Kirishima is a courageous earth dragon who ate crimson beets to look like his hero, an earth dragon with gleaming crimson scales. But before he was a cowardly little thing. He met Mina after he saw how “manly” she was exploring territory outside her own despite being so young. After being defeated in battle, he vowed to be Bakugo’s first friend!

Koda is a gentle druid humanoid. He is always surrounded by little critters and seemingly can get along with any creature. He has a bit of fae blood in him which allows him to control animals but rarely uses the power outside of hostile situations

Sato trained as a monk before leaving in pursuit of the culinary world. He seeks to create delicious food made from ingredients outside of civilization. Danger flavour, baby! Thankfully, his training helped him throughout his culinary journey

Shoji is from the deep sea. His appearance frightened those not used to deep sea dwellers as they are often thought of to be sadistic and evil-aligned. Instead of falling for such taunts, he seeks to help those in need

Jirou is a bard travelling with Momo. They met during a royal gala where she was invited to play not only because of her parents’ reputation but also her own hard work. She decided to travel with Momo to seek her own path outside of playing for nobility

Sero was the son of a travelling inventor and engineer. After helping a debt-bound Kaminari, they travelled together in hopes of landing some gold for his next invention. He’s nearly lost his arms twice after an invention gone wrong. Specializes in woodworking.

Tokoyami is an infamous kenku with a symbiotic relationship to his familiar, Dark Shadow. His abilities as a warlock rogue has given him no shortage of shady clients. He serves under the name of a dark mistress in hopes that he will be granted her favour in death

Todoroki has no shortage of names: the cursed prince, the runaway prince, the abandoned prince. It is rumoured that his mother cursed him as a payment for his father’s sins. He seeks a cure quickly before his wrath replaces his sanity but how can one be rid of a demon when they were made from demonic flesh and blood?

Hagakure is the exemplary assassin, an invisible stalker with high dexterity, if not for her affability. After hearing about Ojiro’s departure, she quickly followed him as an excuse to leave her family name and meet new people. Although many give her strange looks, they quickly fall for her charms

Bakugo is the proud barbarian of a powerful tribe of warriors. The only thing that barred him from leading the tribe was his own mother forbidding him until he learned some damn leadership qualities. Misunderstanding what she said, he left to defeat the strongest warriors known by name to carve out his own legacy

Midoriya is an ordinary boy from a small quant little town just off north to the Bakugo’s territory. He dreamed of becoming a hero like the All Might of legend despite his lack of magic or physical skills. But after a chance meeting, perhaps fate has more in store for him

Mineta has been sealed in an arcane chest. Although no one knows exactly why. Seen enabling Kaminari’s bad decisions before Sero came around

Momo is a magic knight. Born into one of the most distinguished noble families, her affinity with spatial magic makes her a powerful fighter. Get that inventory space limit outta here, she IS the Bag of Holding!

Shinso is a deep sea siren feared by many due to his hypnotic voice. “Birthed by a sea hag,” they whispered. Running away, he stumbled upon a weakening forest called “Cloud Nine” and met the forest’s guardian, an elf named Aizawa

Eri was a prize to many – a docile unicorn foal blessed/cursed with powers from the goddess of mortal time. She was later saved by a group of heroes who took her to a forest full of mist and magic where she would feel safe and loved

Aizawa is the last guardian of Cloud Nine, the forest with fading mist he took care of since the death of the last guardian, Shirakumo. A forest elf who did not take kindly to “visitors” was suddenly saddled with the company of many beings who sought safety and guidance

Yamada, or “Present Mic” as he’s more popularly known, is a banshee who said “fuck this wailing shit” and went to go party with bards and minstrels. He tries to stay within the moment as it could be taken away from you at an instant. Self-proclaimed BBF of Aizawa Shota

Nemuri is the siren empress, the great matriarch of her clan. Her bewitching beauty and voice led to many deaths of horrible mortals and an escape for those who need it. Her clan is a safe haven for the lost, afraid, and lonely

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