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"vicious people can't resist hurting others, even when it goes against their own interests"
i cant stop wathcing this fucking video. heavy's dick is velcro. is not that bad.
So I've been working on that animation project and well
It's difficult
I'm trying my best but I don't think animation will be for me 😅
so like did fyodor just not age a single day between untold origins and his first appearance in the manga or what’s going on there?
Hello! I just want to tell you that I love your content, you are a great writer! I was wondering if you have some hc of Izumi doing a Zuko special in front of the council? (Speaking out of place, just like Zuko did to Ozai when he was a kid) I think it would be interesting to see our fire lord's reaction, maybe a little angst?
Thank you!!!
There is nothing but silence in the hall, the last of Izumi's voice finishing it's reverberations off the walls.
The world is still. The Firelord regards his heir, their identical gold eyes locked together. Fire meeting fire.
Advisors hold their breath. The last time this happened someone got burned.
He stands there now, the evidence of his similar disrespect now a permanent fixture on his skin. And he stares at his daughter, processes the harsh words she spat across the table.
Izumi stares back. She knows better, she really does. Though she is young, she knows the rules of Court. The rules of her father.
And to speak out of turn as she did, to snap as she did, to disrespect him so completely in front of his entire council.
It was a mistake. But not one she regrets. Because she couldn't let him send those men to their deaths. That wasn't the type of king she knew her father to be. And to keep quiet wasn't the type of daughter he knew her to be.
In front of her, Zuko's heart is breaking. It is silent as it crumbles, watching as his daughter's face falls with the revelation of what she had done.
There is fear in her eyes, mixed with resilience and the firm set of her jaw she had inherited from him.
What had he done to cultivate that? To give her a reason to fear him? Had he stepped too far, pushed too hard, became his father in ways he couldn't notice?
He never wanted Izumi to fear him. Whether as a father or a lord.
"I am not infallible. My daughter reminds me of that. And I thank you, Princess Izumi. You are correct, if not harsh. Though you'd do best to mind your tone, it's in the interests of our people for me to heed you. So I will. " He says finally, before turning to another scroll and continuing the meeting.
Izumi is quiet for the rest of the time, watching her father carefully. When he dismisses them, he asks her to stay back.
He pours her tea. The hall is too big for the two of them. Izumi feels small. There's a precedent that Zuko is ignoring. Would he really push aside his pride, his honour, so easily?
She takes the tea with shaky hands. Zuko pauses for a moment before placing his hands over hers.
"Zu, look at me." He says. It is not the command of a king, but the request of a father.
She raises her face and he is smiling. It is a sad smile, and she finds herself staring at how it pulls at the scar on his face. A scar he had gained from insolence so much like hers.
He touches the side of her face. "I've always known, that with my temper and Mai's stubbornness, I would not have a child that held her tongue."
Izumi holds his wrist. "I was out of place, disrespectful, i-"
"You cared enough to speak out. I won't punish you for caring. No one should be punished for caring."
That night Zuko lays beside his wife. He is contemplative, more quiet than he usually is. Her touch is a question when she reaches for his hand.
His eyes pull away from the window.
From the moment he had felt Izumi's heartbeat he had feared so much. Feared that he was his father's child, that his blood ran too red.
Zuko had forgotten that he could choose to be something else. Choose to see a child for a child, passion for passion.
That he could choose to dampen the fire.
That he could choose to love.
"I think I did it. I think I broke it. What my father passed down, what he was given. I don't think Izumi will ever hold it. I won't give her a chance to burn."
One of the things I absolutely love is when someone is obviously bloated real bad and has been trying to hold it in for a good while. They rub their grumbling stomach, hoping to calm it down, but instead, it makes it worse. The bloat is start to strain their pants zipper as it feels like a bomb is about to go off. They're clenching for dear life. "I'm gonna blow!" They whimper to themselves. A loud pop is heard as their zipper collapses from the orb coming through. It's unbearable until they give up. The bomb has blown between their plump cheeks. After about a minute or two, they wave the air and place a hand on their flat stomach. A dazed but relief expression is left on their face. Strangely, their pants fit them again.
YES! PEAK!!!