Throwback To That Time Zuko Thought He Could Take Down An Airbending Master That Had Fans

mutuals whenever i like your posts please remember that i am twirling my hair and giggling and saying “ohmigod really?? thats soooo cool”

another old repost time! beloved silly headcanon that zuko got a tattoo during his banishment days (plus a side of zukki)

Bestie, I need MORE

I wrote a very short thing i don’t hate that isn’t specific to any character, i just liked the concept of the scene and started writing. what do y’all think? It’s meant to have enemies to lovers vibes

The blade sat beneath your chin, the tip pricking your skin until a bead of blood formed. It dripped down the expanse of bare skin of your neck, traveling along your clavicle and mixing in with the sweat slicking your skin. Your clothes stuck to your skin, hands trembled on the rough concrete.

"Yield," he murmured.

His chest rose and fell at a pace that contrasted yours. His slow and steady. Yours like your pounding heart, searching for a moment to breathe. To let your guard down. But that was how you'd gotten into this scenario.

"I'm to be killed anyway," you huffed, voice strained. "Feel free to claim the bounty as your own."

The blade wavered. A blade that never wavered. That had struck down contract upon contract. It hesitated.

"You ran." His words were not of the wind. They were like stakes being hammered into the ground. The flat of the tool smacking into your chest with each word. "You have nowhere to go. Left to fend for yourself with nothing. No weapon, no plan, no hope. But you ran. Are you an optimist or a horrible coward trying to outrun death?"

"Perhaps both." You forced yourself to meet his gaze. "Forgive a person for fearing death."

"What's there to fear when you have nothing left to lose?" He pressed the blade harder. You winced, eyes closed, a tear sneaking down your cheek.

"What isn't there when there's so much left to gain?"

A glance at his face showed a mask. A well-practiced one that took years upon years to perfect. Hardened by death and torment. And it slipped. Barely. Just enough to see the human beneath the myth. Beneath the mercenary who'd taken up the mantle of Death.

You'd fought him—someone who stood no chance against his combat expertise. And you'd lost. Unequivocally so. Yet you weren't begging. You weren't yielding. You held your ground even as the fear seeped from you like water from a cloth. Like the blood his blade drew from your neck, from many necks.

Terrified yet fearless. Brave yet unsure. Lost but determined. So similar to someone who'd long been gone. It twisted a wound deep beneath scarred tissue. Jerked something so deep and buried it shook him. Uncomfortably so.

He lowered his blade.

"If you're going on the run, you really ought to have a plan. And the bare minimum combat skills."

Your brows pinched. Face morphed into disbelief.

"You're not going to kill me?"

"No." He stepped back. Cocked an uninterested brow. "I'm going to do the opposite. Get up."

A second of hesitation before you stood on shaky legs. You waited, in case it was a trick. A false hope before striking you down. But he just looked over his shoulder and scoffed.

"Come. Let's turn you into the survivor you wish to be."

the bull of minos did nothing wrong

Reboot Psych but make it Gay

The new canon, Zuko uhh Lee and Sokka went on a date :)

i like to think sokka was alive until really soon before lok, allowing for extended old man antics between these two

Lance, holding Keith's face in his hands: i love you so much

Lance: i just- i love you

Lance: i love everything about you

Keith: ...you're just repeating yours-

Lance: I FUCKING LOVE YOU

i cant remember/find the post, but there was one that was like “dramatic twiyor reveal except they instantly freak out about leaving anya alone” and. yeah. i agree