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Nott as the Avatar... now that would be AWESOME!
(Also just: smol awkward Avatar Kiki becoming best friends with total 'bending is nothing but a nuicance, technology is the future' Percy is just adorable to think about)
OR the mighty nein or vox machina in the avatar universe (keyleth is the avatar, obviously) (also congrats!)
I wanna put down what they are for this ask, before I write a story for this.
Keyleth is an air-bender, also kinda the avatar but sort of also generally a person in a long family line of mimicking and copying the avatar thing, because why not. But she is the first in her family to be the true avatar, so.
Scanlan is an air-bender, and kinda just tagged along with Keyleth because he’s like the breeze and wants some fun. He’s enjoying just going wherever they end up.
Percy is a nonbender from an earthbending town. He’s about as headstrong and stubborn as an earth-bender though.
Vex and Vax are water-benders. Their mom was a water bender and their dad is a nonbender. Not really a fan of benders, much less that both of them use their bending for battle instead of healing.
Grog is an earth-bender, and Pike is a fire bender, living in a generally earth/non bender town with fire bender papa wilhand. The two of them left the fire kingdom behind for a better place, and Grog and Pike became close very quickly when they met each other.
Taryon Darrington is a metalbender. Previously a non-bender, who somehow fucking figured out how to manipulate metal to do what he wants. Mostly he just makes servant robots named Doty, and liquid-metal weapons that become whatever he wants them to.
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Fjord is a water bender, he’s at home on the sea. Gets taught water bending a bit by a few water spirits. Recently started avoiding a few of the spirits and trying to learn the bending on his own.
Nott thought she was a non-bender, but after almost being drowned by some assholes found that she could water-bend. If anyone asked her after a brief training session with Caleb, she totally didn’t bend fire at all, at any point, ever in her life. She’s a water bender, nothing else, fuck off.
Caleb is a fire bender, who did not have a great time where he lived, and eventually escaped the school he was being taught in to travel around and escape the things he’s been forced to learn and see. He is not in any way harboring, friends with, or teaching some small things to the avatar. Please do go away, Danke.
Beauregard is a nonbender, though she has been trained by some earthbender monks and can do their movements and fighting styles. She fights like an earthbender and that throws people off, something she likes a whole fucking lot.
Jester was trained in water bending to heal, but really fuck that. She made friends with another traveling water bender and he taught her the cooler abilities of water bending.
Molly was a nonbender who eventually found out he could bloodbend. Everyone was fucking horrified when he almost accidentally killed Fjord. His bloodbending backfired during a fight and killed him.
Yasha is a nonbender from an earthbending tribe. She’s super fucking strong and learned how to carry a large load instead of rely on earthbending to move stuff around. The mind control the earthbenders put on the whole group kinda took her though, for a bit.
Caduceus is an airbender, though he could be mistaken for an earth bender in his care for nature sometimes. He’s an airbender though, it’s quite nice and calming. He’s a good person to be around on hot days.
I Started watching Critical Role and I love Nott a bunch.
Nott the Brave with forget-me-nots. Fun fact, forget-me-nots were my favourite flower growing up!
My finished Mighty Nein portraits! I put them all together with a frame and some extra plants for good measure.
The biggest thing Nott has stolen is my heart. I didn’t look up what guns look like when drawing this and it shows.
I love this beautiful family.
Here's all the individual portraits from my critmas post yester.
I'm still trying to get better at watercolour, so I drew my favourite goblin!
I finished all of The Mighty Nein (but cute). So here they are, I hope you like them!
I'm still feeling emotions about last episode, Yeza is so good!!
your comment section
averybody.loves.avery 🔥🔥🤩
tom.m.riddle Shut up, Avery.
lestranger_things go off then i guess 🙄
tom.m.riddle She will ‘go off’ if she wishes to.
1_andonly_malfoy BESTIE YESS ‼️
tom.m.riddle I am her only best friend.
absolutely_nott_ fineee 😍
tom.m.riddle I will hex you Nott.
walburga-black 😍😍
tom.m.riddle Valid.
but those two hate each other (t.m.r.)
malfoy: i dee heru
nott: what?
malfoy: i seer herj
nott: english malfoy
malfoy: I SAID I SEE HER
incoming call from nott
abraxas huffed in annoyance and accepted the call. he balanced the phone between his shoulder and ear, immediately bringing both hands back to the broom handle.
“yes?!”
“me-oww someone is in a feisty mood.” the blonde rolled his eyes.
“well it’s kind of hard texting while flying 300 feet in the sky!”
“tsk tsk,” nott tutted, “well, what do you see?”
“umm…” malfoy levitated the binoculars to his eyes. “I see (y/n)….and….AND RIDDLE!” he screamed, nearly dropping both devices.
“what?!” not said equally surprised.
“wait is that malfoy?” lestrange sounded from the background. “didn’t i tell you guys to leave (y/n) alone? if she doesn’t want to study with us she doesn’t want to study with us.”
“so sneaking around with tom riddle is better than hanging out with us?”
“what?! those two hate each other—put the phone on speaker.” lestrange instructs.
“are they dueling or fighting, malfoy? because i will hex that curly headed f…”
but abraxas wasn’t listening. he was too intrigued by the sight of tom and his friend being in the same room not trying to tear each other’s heads off.
“they’re talking…civilly…” he says to himself, squinting into the binoculars. (y/n) said something, and tom seemed to disagree, crossing his arms over his chest.
“talking?” nott asked in confusion, snapping the broom flyer out of his trance.
the (h/c) girl turned away, only for riddle to grab your arm and pull you toward him, connecting your guy’s lips.
“OH MY MERLIN THEYRE KISSING!”
“WHAT?!” but there was no time to elaborate.
an odd sound flew past abraxas’ right ear. then it flew the opposite direction past his left ear. it was the sound of flapping.
it was a bat.
“they’re kissing??!!” his friends exclaimed.
“whaa-“ he swerved on his broom, swatting the animal away. his binoculars dropping in the process making him curse.
“abraxas what is happening?” reinhard asked.
“its…it’s…a bat!” he said in between swats.
the two boys on the other end heard the creatures shrieking, and their friend’s too as a matter of fact.
“it’s pecking at me now!” the boy squealed, trying to sneak a squint at the window again only to find them gone.
“it’s probably the pumpkin pasties in your pocket!” nott spoke loudly over the commotion.
“what?!”
“i put them in your pocket in case you got hungry after practice!” he explained, earning a judgmental look from reinhard.
after what seemed like hours of wrestling, malfoy was finally able to retrieve the pastry and throw it like a frisbee, the bat chasing it like an obedient dog.
letting out a sign in relief, which only lasted for a second, his hand slipped forward causing him to lose balance.
caught off guard, abraxas screamed his way down the 300 feet. his friends on the other end hearing his cry get quieter and louder. quieter and louder, as him and the phone fell in and out of sync. the slytherin began to say his final prayers.
“dear merlin, or sky, or constellations, or whatever my grandparents believe in. i’m sorry i put hair dissolve in avery’s shampoo and for being a shitty quidditch player. please let my parents know i-“
by miracle, malfoys body came to a half before his face could meet the earth. his body levitating inches above the ground.
when he looked up to thank his savior, he was met with an expressionless tom holding his wand out and a disappointed (y/n).
“well hello, tom. come here often?” he grinned, before his body hit the ground with a thud.
nice try, now move aside malfoy (t.m.r.)
warning: mentions of anxiety
walburga placed the glass of water she got for you on your bed side table. the gentle clink making you open your eyes.
“thank you,” you say quietly, giving her a thankful smile. your roommate gave a nod. a small response, but it was how the Black heiress showed her reserved affections.
wrapping the blanket around you, you turned onto your other side, back facing the door. the coolness of the previously unoccupied side of the bed satisfying your warm body.
meanwhile on the other side of the wall, your other friends worried about you.
“bad day,” lestrange tossed the paper ball up, “it happens,” he shrugged, catching it mid air. avery sat against the opposite wall fiddling with his fingers, wanting to believe his friends calm reassurance. malfoy on the other hand was pacing up and corridor outside your room, guilt bubbling in his chest.
“i don’t know mate, maybe it was my fault. it was me that pushed her to try out for the team, even though she didn’t want to.” he said with furrowed brows. the scene of her running off the field mid game replaying in his mind.
“nah, wasn’t your fault. (y/n) is extraordinary on the broom, she makes an exceptional quidditch player,” nott cut in, dropping the pencil he was using as a mustache from his upper lip. “it was rosier that yelled at her even though she was doing exactly what he said.”
“rosier did what?” all four heads whipped to the new guest to their worry party. rip rosier ayyy.
“riddle,” lestrange greeted, catching the paper ball and tossing it beside him. tom gave a curt nod.
“lestrange,” he acknowledged in return, “nott, malfoy, avery.” avery looked at his peers nervously.
“what brings you here at this fine hour?” nott asks.
“i should be asking you the same thing nott,” the salazar descendant lifts an eyebrow, “in fact, why are you four outside of my girlfriend’s dormitory? was there a sleepover i was not invited to?”
it took a long minute for the rest of the slytherins to realize the joke.
tom riddle made a joke.
a nervous laugh reputed from avery, the rest following him, hoping that riddle had only wanted to make them laugh then leave. now that’s funny.
“speaking of which, i would like to see her-“ immediately abraxas grabs onto the door knob, preventing the boy inches taller than him from twisting it.
don’t let him see me like this, you specifically told them.
“what is the meaning of this?”
“(y/n) is not available for the time being,” reinhard pulls the attention away from malfoy.
“and why is that?” suspicion rises in toms voice as he straightens up his back to look down on the boys.
“menstruation.”
“diarrhea.” avery and nott say at the same time. they look at each other.
“diarrhea.”
“menstruation.”
tom looks between the two expressionless, giving reinhard and abraxas one more look over before turning back to his main purpose.
“nice try, now move aside malfoy.” he gracefully pushes the blonde aside and opens the door, making him cringe at his failure. lestrange shakes his head in disappointment as avery and nott begin to argue like children.
“diarrhea really?”
“it was the first thing that came to mind because of last nights chicken.”
the sound of the door creaking and footsteps ascending made you roll over.
“avery i said- tom!” you screamed in surprise, rolling back and away from his sight quickly, only to have you falling onto the wooden floor.
“my dear, are you alright?” suddenly he was by your side, lifting your chin and checking for any injuries.
“yes, just a light fall.” you reassure, sitting up properly. toms hands never leaving your face.
“now why have you been hiding in your room all afternoon?” the question you dreaded falling from his full lips. the memories coming flooding back cause you to groan into your hands, negative thoughts attacking your mind at once.
what will he think of you? weak? sensitive? getting overwhelmed by the heavy stares of all the other experienced players, watching your every move. no one feels the need to isolate after something like that, right?
“hey, hey we don’t have to talk about it, love. it’s alright.” he comforts. taking in a deep breath, you remove your hands from your face and stare into his beautiful brown eyes.
it’ll be okay
it was finally time to let the wall down.
tom has been supportive in every way. he may not always show emotion or how he’s feeling, but he always made you feel safe. with your challenges shouldn’t be any different.
“i know, but i’d like to.”
he smiles at your response looking at you proudly, bringing your head forward for a kiss at the root of your hair.
❤️ my sexies that struggle with mental health i see you and love you keep going! ❤️
full vid creds to owner.
kobe! (t.m.r.)
summary: what can i say, tomothy shablagoo hates quidditch
“i hate quidditch”
“i know”
“i despise it”
“i know tom, but we’re here to support our friends,” you remind.
tom huffs in defeat and sits back, watching the the slytherin players get into their positions, eyeing their hufflepuff opponents.
“ladies and gentlemen…” the commentator introduces the two teams, each corresponding house cheering for their side.
“nott! malfoy!” you cheer, standing up and applauding like a hyped mom.
“must you be so loud?” tom looked up at you in distaste. you pause your clapping and turn to him with furrowed brows, flicking his forehead.
“did you just flick me?” he says with disbelief.
“shhh it’s starting!” your hand grabs onto his face, tom watching through your splayed fingers.
the beginning was not very climatic. there was a lot of dodging and good defense on both ends. but as the game progressed, hufflepuff began to grow tired, while slytherin on the other hand was getting fired up. using this to their advantage, your house scored 10 points.
“yes! let’s goo!!” you cheered. the abrupt movement of your arms knocking toms hot dog out of his hand mid-bite.
he crossed his arms in disappointment. but he couldn’t be too mad because of how happy you were.
eventually one of the slytherin chasers got attacked by a bludger, causing him to fold like a tortilla, falling down into the pit. in response, rosier was called to replace him.
you rolled your eyes.
you prayed rosier wouldn’t get any playing time. if there was anyone who couldn’t take a hint it was him. he constantly flirted with you despite your disinterest before you and riddle got together. even then, he would still remind you how he would be waiting for you. not when tom was around of course. he wasn’t that bold. your boyfriend never found out because you begged your witnessing friends not to tell him because merlin knows what would happen to the boy.
the game proceeded as normal, until rosier spotted you in the crowd.
now this was trouble.
you snuck a glance at tom who was playing tictactoe with a first year that also seemed to not have interest in the game. maybe he wouldn’t notice.
“this ones for you (y/n)!” toms head immediately shot up. people were looking around for who he was talking to.
“oh no…” you groaned, hiding your face in embarrassment. the little devil winked at you.
instant death wish.
“did he just-“
rosier confidently pulled his arm back, launching the quaffle forward toward the goal. “kobe!” the spectators hold their breath in anticipation.
only to miss.
in response, an awkward silence blanketed the crowd. nott tried to cover his snicker with his gloved hand only to receive a smack to the back of his head by malfoy.
the wrong day to be bold rosier.
despite the weight of the second hand embarrassment of the whole stadium, he still had the audacity to take another glance at you…and your upset boyfriend.
“now i really hate quidditch”
tom stood up from his seat and grabbed your hand, pulling you up with him. he gripped his wand and within a blink of an eye you two disappeared from the stands.
rip kobe we miss you black mamba❤️
full vid creds to owner
summary: thomas the train discovers you have a celebrity crush
“water is not wet” you deadpan, not looking up from your herbology assignment.
“yes it is! it’s not dry is it?” nott pushes, “lestrange, help me out here”
“nope” he responds, turning the page of his book.
“you two always to gang up on-“
“(y/l/n).” tom steps into the common room. “a word.”
the two boys look at each other. lestrange gives you a knowing look, shuts his book and gets up to leave.
“i-uh, have to water my cat” nott excuses himself. you watch them two leave in betrayal.
“yes my liege?” you say mockingly, however it seems that your best friend wasn’t in the playful mood.
“what is the meaning of this?” he asks, a bit angry. your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you squint at his phone screen. a recent shirtless selfie of your celebrity crush displayed.
“yeah that’s ____, what about him?”
“read the top comment” he exhales sharply at your nonchalance. you take a closer look, your eyes go front squinting to wide open.
you i’m sobbing and throbbing
“oh my-“
“yes and that’s not all. you comment on every post” he rages, turning the screen back to him and clicking around.
“____ you’re so hot, have my children”
“i am currently ovulating”
“oh no where did my clothes go?”
“do you need a fire alarm because i can scream?” he lists. your face turning a shade of crimson darker after every comment. after sobering from the initial embarrassment, you come to a realization.
“everyone comments those things. why does it matter tom?” he stops reading and looks caught off guard.
“i-i just think that it’s not appropriate-“ this may have been the first time you witnessed him fumbled with his words. what happened to the collected, calculated slytherin prefect?
a smile creeps onto your face.
“riddle, are you jealous?”