#fanfic idea

[babygirl-diaz]

"I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)" makes me think of Buddie Mafia AU.

In which Eddie is a mob boss and he meets his match in Buck when this smug firefighter/math prodigy stumbles across his poker game and cons him out of his money. Eddie plans to kill him but Buck isn't even afraid of him. In fact, he just flirts with him and calls him endearing names and Eddie isn't sure why he likes it so much. At some point, he climbs into Eddie's lap, gently touches his face, and says "You're such a good boy, aren't you? Such an angel who just wants someone to love him." And Eddie just fucking whimpers. He didn't even realize he had a praise kink.

P.S. I am actually writing something very similar to this already. It's basically mob boss Eddie being submissive to Buck. I wanted to make it an omegaverse but I'm still deciding if I'll add that element.

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #911 abc #fanfic idea #my gif #i can fix him no really i can #ttpd

[mysticwolfshadows]

Taken - Zutara - Part 8

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When Katara wakes, she feels sick. She doesn't know if it's because of hours of continuous healing, or because of the dark dreams that swam through her mind. Dreams of Zuko waking, only to blame her for his banishment, to curse her name as he has her tossed from the ship.

When she wakes, she finds neck aching, her legs sore. Slowly, she stretches, rubbing the itch of sleep from her eyes and turning to her patient, her friend. Zuko is still asleep, his features relaxed and breathing even. A blanket had been tucked around him, and her coat draped over her. She reached over, lifting Zuko's blanket to peer at his wound. Still pink and raw, but no signs of bleeding. She hadn't failed.

She could faintly hear voices in the hall, and slowly stood. The walls of a ship were thick, and for her to hear anything, whoever was speaking had to be quite loud. Any louder, and they could wake the sleeping Prince.

Opening the door, her gaze landed on her father and Iroh, the former falling immediately silent. Her father looked at her with worry, but she only gave him a cold glare in return.

"Prince Zuko needs his rest," Katara said, voice as firm as the ice she wields. "You're shouting does not help with that."

"I just wanted to check on you," her father said. "The general was refusing me entry."

"As he should." Turning Katara gave Iroh a slight bow. "If you would, General, could you stay with Prince Zuko? I need a word with my father." Iroh gives her a bow, moving towards the door. She reaches out a hand, making the man pause in surprise. "And General... When he wakes, I will be informed. Immediately."

This time, Iroh's face twists with guilt, and he bows his head deeply to her. "Immediately, Princess."

Katara waits until the door to Zuko's room is shut tight before turning to her father. "General Iroh is fully aware that I need to be able to concentrate when healing wounds so deep. He is also aware that I need to rest after healing something as lethal as that. So please. Tell what you could possibly need from me right now?"

Her father was visibly surprised. He took a step back, putting distance between himself and her stern gaze. "You... You came onto the ship so quickly. As if it were natural for you. I just... I wanted to make sure that you could leave. That you weren't... taken, again..."

Taking a deep breath, Katara turned towards the galley. She vaguely remembered where it was. "I need food. We can talk while I eat."

Her father followed her, eyeing each soldier they passed. The soldiers eyed them both in turn, but didn't stop them. When they arrived, the cook passed them trays of food. Her stomach growled as she breathed in the warm scent of spices and herbs. Two dumplings, rice, gruel, salted vegetables, and some sizzle-crisps. She could see a few bottles of spices and oils on the benches. Perhaps a bit to eagerly, she took her tray to sit at the end of a bench. Her father followed, looking a bit dubiously at his own tray.

"Zuko became a dear friend to me while I was in the Fire Nation," Katara says as she stirs a few spices and oils into the gruel. She takes a bite of a dumpling, trying to hold back excited squirms as she tastes a seasoning other than sea salt. "He's the one that brought me home. So you don't need to worry about him just taking off with me." She didn't voice her suspicions about his banishment, but there was something else that needed to be said. "But... Dad, I don't belong here."

Her father frowned, having only poked at the foreign food before him. "Of course you don't belong on this ship, Katara. You belong with the tribe."

Taking a deep breath, Katara shakes her head. "Dad... I don't belong in the tribe." Before he could argue, she raised a hand. "I'm not saying I'm leaving. This is... my home... But I'm... Different. I spent a long time in the Fire Nation-"

"Three years is not a long time!"

"Nearly four," she corrected, poking absently at her gruel. It was a familiar dish from the palace. It was nice to have it again. "And that's a long time when you're eight."

There was silence for a moment, before her father spoke quietly. "Are you going to ask them to take you?"

Katara took a breath. "No. Not... Not yet. There's a chance that I can... become a part of the tribe again. But that will take time. I'd like to at least ask for a few things. Spices, for one. Some materials, if they have any."

Her father eyed her tray, then his own. He took a bite of a dumpling, as if to see how good it could be, only to cringe at the taste. His surprise was clear. "You actually like this?"

"A lot," she said. "Eat the rice and gruel plain. They made plain so people can add their favorite spices and sauces."

Her father follows her direction, blinking at the taste. He watches as she eats her own heavily spiced gruel. "I noticed you weren't eating much... Is this why? Our food is to..." He trailed off.

Katara smiled weakly, which was answer enough. As she finished, she noticed a few small injuries amongst the soldiers sitting across the room. They were whispering, glancing at her. With a glance at the door, making sure that Iroh hadn't sent for her, she gestured for the men to come forward.

The first to move was someone she sort of recognized. He'd been holding the coat Zuko had given her after she woke. He had a wrap around his arm, which covered a series of unusual welts and punctures. Leeches, apparently. With a bit of fresh water from the kitchens, she soothed the bites until they were nothing more than specks. It set off a wave of soldiers coming forwards, lining up for simple healing.

Her father watched on, watched as each soldier bowed their respects, some even giving her some of their own breakfast. There was not a one that hesitated to come forward for her help after the first. There were no hasty retreats, no nervous twitches at each move she made. She knew that her father would notice the difference from these Fire Nation soldiers and the people that were supposed to be her tribe.

In the end, her impromptu healing session was cut short, the medic puffing into the galley. Immediately, Katara stood, giving the soldiers a polite bow. Every single one returned the gesture.

"The Prince is awake," the medic said, even as Katara started to move past him. The man scurried after her, her father a few steps behind. "But he is speaking with General Iroh, and-"

Speaking was to gentle a word. The slightly ajar door of Zuko's room let her hear his voice as it bounced through the metal hall.

"Uncle!" he was shouting. "I told you I didn't want to-"

"You needed healing, Prince Zuko!" Oh, dear. Even Iroh was shouting. "I could not lose you. We had nowhere else to go, so I came to the one person I knew could heal you. Princess Katara-"

There was a flash of fire, and an enraged shout. "You know I don't want her here!"

Katara felt her chest grow painfully tight. Zuko didn't want her here. Perhaps she had done something. Perhaps he had been punished for removing her from the palace. But the least he could do was tell her that to her face. And that very thought left her blood boiling.

Throwing open the door, she marched into the room. "And tell me, Prince Zuko, why is that?"

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#fanfic idea #atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko #fanfic #katara #zutara #wip

[adoptable-fanfic-prompts]

DP x DC Writing Prompt

For whatever reason, Tim hires Danny as a bodyguard/assistant (unaware of the ghost powers until later). Tim only did it for appearances but hey, Danny is actually really good at his job and understands completely that sometimes, Tim just needs to disappear for a bit and that it just happens to coincide with there being a problem in Gotham. Danny even lets Tim drink all the heavily caffeinated coffee he wants and doesn’t try to limit it like Tam tries to do (considering Danny drinks just about the same amount… (Tam tried to have an intervention, it did not work)). It’s going great…

… then Tim realizes that Danny has been bodyguarding him and secretly assisting him while Tim is out as Red Robin (how does Danny know Tim is Red Robin? Who knows). Eventually, Tim learns to accept it and you know what? Danny is a great partner to have… on the field… behind the scenes, that is definitely what Tim meant…

Then one day, while Tim is drinking the coffee Danny prepared for the both of them, he realizes where they both are and has just one question:

“When did Danny become his roommate?”

#writing prompt #fanfic prompt #writing #fanfic #fanfic idea #fanfic ideas #danny phantom #danny fenton #dc #dp x dc #tim drake #red robin #dc x dp #dp x dc writing prompt #bodyguard! Danny Fenton #Danny just casually moving in with Tim but saying nothing #vigilante Danny Fenton #maybe Tim x Danny? #let’s be honest #they are both idiots #they need to be told bluntly by Sam Tucker AND Jazz #Tim and Danny: surprised pikachu face #and they were roommates

[percheduphere]

You know what I would find really hilarious?

CONSIDER:

The Avengers meet God of Stories Loki and Mobius. Mobius is very charming, very folksy. He pours everyone coffee. Makes sure the thermostat in the conference room is at a comfortable temperature. Offers croissants. All the markers of a good host.

The Avengers all like him right away but are wary of Loki. After a comedic abridged version of a TVA infodump, in which Loki and Mobius ping-pong little details and show their whole squabble and tease dynamic, one of Kang's underlings is captured.

MOBIUS: Okay. Think I got a read on this guy. You wanna take a swing at him for intel or should I?

LOKI: I think you should. Y'know, trying out the whole 'good guy' bit.

MOBIUS: Sounds good. Gentlemen's competition. Time me?

LOKI: Of course.

And the Avengers watch as this cozy little human goes in and just EVISCERATES the underling. No weapons. No superpowers. Just WORDS.

The underling is on the floor, in a fetal position, sobbing and begging no more. He spills all the critical information they need. Mobius steps out.

The Avengers are in SHOCK.

BUCKY: (mumuring) ... Jesus Christ ...

HAWKEYE: (whispering) Holy shit, he's scarier than Nat.

MOBIUS: (to Loki) How'd I do?

LOKI: 2 minutes and 43 seconds. Not bad.

MOBIUS: Eh, still haven't beat your record.

LOKI: Well, I do have the advantage of magic. Should I take a handicap?

MOBIUS: Don't insult me.

#loki #mobius #lokius #loki series #fanfic idea

[steviewashere]

What if—

Steve Harrington has an audio processing disorder and that's why he was staring at Eddie's lips in the Upside Down? Like, he certainly doesn't mind staring, because they're attractive lips. But also, it wasn't initially due to infatuation or flirting.

And then, when everything is over, him and Eddie hang out a lot. And Eddie notices that Steve still stares at his lips—like a good 99% of the time. So he just leans in and kisses Steve.

And Steve like blue screens, essentially. Like that's his moment of realization? It's not like he wasn't aware of his feelings for Eddie, but he didn't realize how badly he wanted them to kiss. But now that it's happened, he has even more of a reason to keep staring at Eddie's lips. (Even though it definitely doesn't help that he stops listening and processing whatever Eddie's saying, because he just wants to kiss so bad. So Steve has to kiss Eddie every once in a while to shut him up and then ask for him to start over. And Eddie isn't bothered by this, just rolls his eyes and fakes annoyance.)

(This is brought to you by the fact that I stare at everybody's lips and yeah, sometimes I want a kiss. But also, what the fuck are you saying? I have to know.)

Edit: I reblogged already, but there's a little drabble now, if you're interested! The link can be found here!

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fanfic idea #kisses #auditory processing disorder

[colfy-wolfy]

If I wrote a fic about the aftermath of Surv and Monk's family losing two pups at the same moment, would you guys read it?

it'll be filled with a bunch of my headcanons about them and I promise I'll make it interesting story-wise.

happy ending? depends on how generous i am. it'll probably only be a few chaps long. simply for fun!!

#rain world #slugcat #rw survivor #rw monk #rw third sibling #slugpup #fanfic idea #slugcat family #it'll probably be on ao3 since i refuse to go back to wattpad please dont make me go back #i have some writing experience but it was mostly just cringe ship fics and ONE original story #also i was a pretty serious roleplayer back then so i think it would be a decent fic

[impyssadobsessions]

My Sister's Imposter (DPXDC PROMPT)

Danny owed Jazz, big time. And to make it up to her, he now has to pretend to be her at this big event that could pivot her whole career!

Well.. Jazz didn't ASK him too. Not that she could seeing she's stuck in confinement by her parents from a weapon they had built to stick Phantom solid. It had misfired, aimed towards Danny, when Jazz pushed him out of the way.. only for her face to be covered by the goo.

Danny took Jazz's flailing and signing as a yes, that it be a good idea. (News flash… she said no in all the sign language she knew. that this was a terrible plan.)

Sam said same thing- but she also didn't want to pretend to be Jazz. Tucker is helping out.

All signs point of this not working- but turns out it does. like… really well. Bruce Wayne was very interested in Danny's speech that he had to mid-way improvise.

Now anyone who doesn't want Arkham to change is after "Jazz" and Danny realizes he didn't think about AFTER the speech what to do. He only knows what psychology terms Jazz been preaching around him.

He prays it be enough until Jazz gets better or maybe not because these "Talons" are starting to worry him and the heroes are way too insistent.

Sam and Tucker helping Jazz get the gunk off her face when the parents aren't there. And feeding her through a straw while not telling her what Danny is doing.

OBVIOUSLY Bruce knows this isn't Jazz. He even deduced its her brother posing as her.. and the more they uncover the more he assumes the reason Danny is filling in for Jazz is because they would KNOW she was going to be targeted. And from what little they seen of Danny avoiding these hits done by the Talons, they think he's a meta. Thus starts them trying to keep Danny safe, figure out what happen to Jazz, and whose targeting them. They also think Danny is on to them so they have to play it extra careful, because they can't get him to spill information. Danny just thinks the Waynes are nice, and the heroes are annoyingly always there. >:T He doesn't want to wear a wig 24/7. Give a guy a break. Also imagine like it keeps cutting back to different ways Tucker and Sam are trying to get the gunk off Jazz's face. From chiseling it, to using acetone, to drawing on it from being bored.... until they accidentally spill the beans of Danny being in Gotham in her place... and he's being targeted. Thus Jazz with face full of gunk drives them to Gotham. Tucker crying in the backseat not wanting to die, and Sam screaming directions holding on for dear life but someone has to give directions to blind JAzz... Jazz definitely has her father's driving skills in this. PFFT then imagine it cutting back to like big reveal- and then boom. JAzz's car busts in, hitting whoever about to hurt her brother. Talons probably having realized Danny is meta, and one that they can use to get eternal life.. so imagine the shift in plans on their part. Bats just watched a purple sedan run-over the talons like they were traffic cones.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #batman #jazz fenton #dpxdc #dpxdc prompt #crossover #dc #impyelam #prompt #dc crossover #dp crossover #Bruce Wayne #Bruce wants both the siblings to work with him on the project for Arkham after the fact #especially learning that the speech was improvised in the later half #and that half is what reached out to him the most because it talked through experiences #fanfic idea

[tired-all-the-time22]

Big Big Big news!!

I have finally released the first chapter of this fic idea!! it has been a little while since I announced I'd be writing it, and it's not much in my opinion, but I think it's a good starting point :)

Go read it ->-> Here!! <-<-

#comments/kudos/etc are highly encouraged!!! #please click for better quality i beg of you #spicynoodles #lego monkie kid #mk lego monkie kid #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk red son #fanfiction #fanfic idea #my art #art #artist on tumblr #digital art #fanart #lmk #rkgk #digital illustration #fanfic

[kuroishuuha]

DP x DC prompt - Kids Need Enrichment, So Do Ghosts

So this can work as either a DP prompt or a DPxDC prompt but seeing as I’ve been on a DPxDC binge, I will be tagging it as DPxDC

Danny’s universe is losing connection to the Infinite Realms (or is destroyed) or maybe he’s on the run or whatever. Anyway he ends up creating a Haunt in the next place that is most connected to the realms (which is probably Gotham) and ends up being a teacher or part of a volunteer outreach group.

Anyway he ends up in the more crime ridden parts of the city and notices that there are children who are seriously missing enrichment activities. So deciding to kill two birds with one stone he decides to set a sort of community service program for his rogues and a recreation center for the children.

Ember teaches music

Skulker is like a boy scouts troop leader or whatever

Ghost Writer teaches English/Literature or Writing Workshops

Lunch Lady provides snacks and has a Home Ec class

Box Ghost helps oversee donations and makes sure the more unsavory criminals stay away from messing with them

Johnny 13 maybe has a workshop class

#dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #danny phantom #fanfic idea #fanfic prompt #possibly dead on main

[droptheprompt]

Tired/sleepy prompts please!

Here we go :)

Tired/sleepy prompts

A and B huddling on the couch together under a fluffy blanket after a long day, just enjoying the shared warmth and closeness.

A loves to watch B sleep since that's the only time B's features aren't shadowed by worries.

B refusing to get up in the morning because the sheets are so soft and A is too warm to let go.

A and B have to share a bed for a reason. During the night, A realises B rolled over to them and is mumbling how much they like A.

B knows A has trouble sleeping lately and decides to tell them a story to hopefully lull them to sleep.

Lazy morning cuddles when neither of them has to get up yet.

B coming home after a hard day at work and curling on A's lap.

A and B falling asleep in the blanket fort they built.

I hope these helped :) Have a great day!

#otp #imagine your otp #otp writing #platonic or romantic #writing prompts #fanfic idea #fluff prompts #sharing bed #sleepy prompts #story prompts #writing inspiration #fluff #caretaker prompts #otp prompts #prompt list #droptheprompt

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

I keep thinking about all those sexy huskerdust fics where they do that public sex vibe thing where its like oooo can Angel keep his composure while Husk does this to him but all I can think is like

Husk: bet u can't last the night with a toy in u the entire time

Angel: fuck yea I can I'm a professional pornstar. Watch this *disassociates on command*

Husk: oh no thats not what I meant at all oh god

#i think al would find it funny #and husk would be so upset #angel doesn't get why no one thinks his party trick is cool #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #fanfic idea

[mysticwolfshadows]

Taken - Zutara - Part 6

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Katara stands out on the ice, staring out after the dissipating trail of smoke. It was her father, about to leave to go hunting with a few men, who finds her.

"The ship is gone," she said when he approached, unsure of what else to say.

He looks at her, confusion written across his face. "Prince Zuko assured me that they would be gone by morning. Are you worried they'll come back?"

No, she wanted to say. She was worried they wouldn't come back. But she couldn't tell her father that. So she shook her head and numbly went back inside the village walls.

The rest of the day was a haze. She numbly went about braiding cords under her mothers watchful eye, messing up more than she succeeded. Sokka hovered, always nearby, even as he worked with some of the other boys to pack snow into a few holes in the village wall. Katara looked down at the cords in her hand, finding the misshaped braid offensive. Had she always been so clumsy with this?

That night, after another bland dinner, Katara crawled into bed, quickly surrounded by the warmth of her family. But it was heavy, stifling. She did her best not to squirm, even as Sokka snored nearby.

She barely slept, only to wake at dawn once again.

Standing once more at the section of ice where Zuko's ship had docked, Katara did the only thing she knew she could do. She set about her bending forms. As she pulled water from the sea and threw spears of ice with increasing at the icebergs off shore, Katara wondered if Zuko would ever return. Now that he had fulfilled his promise and returned her to the water tribe, she wondered if he would return home and never think of her again. Had that all she had been to the Fire Prince? A promise to be fulfilled.

"Katara," her mother called. "What are you doing out here?"

She looked back at her mother, her hair blown into her face. She could feel the top knot bun beginning to fall. She was a mess, angry and furious.

"Bending," Katara managed to say, though she could barely hear herself speak.

Her mother studied her for a moment. "Come inside. Let me fix your hair."

Without knowing what else to do, Katara followed her mother inside. She sat, as still as she could manage. Her mother spoke softly, telling Katara about some of the things she'd missed. Sokka had started training to be a hunter. Gran Gran was one of the head elders. Katara wasn't really listening, instead frowning as her hair was combed and pulled.

"Done," her mother said, clearly happy. "Better?"

Reaching back, Katara felt the long braid in her hands. It felt... odd. She'd worn her hair down as long as she could remember, save for the top knot. She could feel a slight breeze against the back of her neck.

"Yes," she lied. "Thank you."

Her mother smiled, more at ease than ones Katara had seen yesterday.

By noon, Katara had tugged the braid out and put it up in the traditional Fire Nation style.

As days passed, Katara continued to leave the village and train. Her mother would eventually bring her back, but it was in vain. Katara started to notice the looks the other villagers gave her. The way they whispered and pointed. The younger children began to avoid her, their parents giving warnings. She was so very red, so Fire Nation. See how she moves? See how she wears her hair? They have made her one of them.

Each morning, Katara takes a deep breath, and holds herself with pride. She had survived years in the Fire Nation, proving her worth as a healer. Now, she will survive in the Southern Water Tribe, proving her strength. She claimed an empty section of the village as her own, a mat laid out for her there, as she spent afternoons meditating.

A month into her return, she gained an opportunity. A warrior returned from a hunt with a gouge in his leg from the claws of a polar leopard. As her father discussed with the family what could be done, Katara approached the warrior. He stared up at her with fear in his eyes and his jaw set. All men were the same when they were wounded.

By the time her father had returned, Katara had moved back to her little spot. She watched, sitting straight and prim, as her father and the warriors family cried out in shock at seeing the severe wound as nothing more than faded scars. When her father looked towards her, she simply bowed her head. Healing was her job, and she was very good at her job.

A few days later, she finds her little spot turned into a proper hut, snow packed into walls, with enough space for her and another, the door wide. Slowly, people pop in, asking for help with all sorts of wounds. The tribe is always stiff, overly polite and anxious, each time they come to her. Katara doesn't care, simply doing her job and giving a polite bow when her patient leaves.

That night, when the air of her families hut seems to weigh her down, she gathers her things and moves into the healing hut. Her family is upset in the morning, but she can't bring herself to care. She feels like she can finally breath at night.

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#fanfic idea #atla #avatar the last airbender #fanfic #katara #zutara #wip

[adoptable-fanfic-prompts]

Red Robin Writing Prompt

Tim only told Jason that Jason had been cleaning up Gotham the ‘easy way’ is because Tim knows for a fact how easy killing is. He had his first kill before he was even 7 years old.

No one realizes this until Joker makes Tim “choose” between shooting one of two batfam members and Tim just picks up the gun without hesitation and shoots the Joker in just the right spot for it to be fatal but for it to not be an instant death.

Tim turns to Jason, “Like I said: Easy way out.”

#writing prompt #fanfic prompt #writing #fanfic #fanfic idea #fanfic ideas #dc #tim drake #red robin #red robin fanfic #Tim was left alone too much as a child #only reason he realized that killing was bad was from stalking Batman #Tim is not the most mentally well child #I mean it’s practically canon considering how easily he blew up the League of Assassins bases… #Tim needs therapy #in canon and in this writing prompt #so do the rest of the Bats #jason todd

[percheduphere]

CONSIDER:

The only one powerful enough to defeat all the Kang variants and stop the multiversal war is Loki.

Mobius looks for Thor and begs him to help him free Loki from Yggdrasil.

Thor asks him who he is. Mobius replies, on different occasions during their adventure:

"We used to work together ..."

"He's my friend ..."

When at last they arrive at Yggdrasil and weave their way into its center, Mobius insists that Thor should go in first.

Thor and Loki have a tearful reunion. They embrace long and hard. Thor can't believe it. His brother looks and acts so different from the Loki he knew.

After explaining everything they have each been through, Loki peers over Thor's shoulder and discovers the most precious person in his life that he never thought he'd see again. He whispers:

"Mobius...?"

Mobius smiles. True to form, he cuts the tension with humor, "Didn't think you'd get rid of me that easily, did you?"

Loki runs to Mobius and sweeps him into an intimate embrace. His nose buries in Mobius's silver hair. Mobius presses his eyes into the slope of Loki's neck.

Thor watches the two of them, the way they talk to one another (his brow arches), the way they make each other laugh (his eyes narrow), the way they touch one another with profound familiarity (his jaw drops).

In shock, Thor drops mjolnir at his feet and clears his throat.

Loki turns to him. Shy and blushing, he stumbles over his words.

"Thor, this is ... This is Mobius ... My, uh ... my..."

Mobius intervenes, saying, "Partner. I'm his partner."

#if i had more time and energy i would absolutely write this fanfic #alas #loki #mobius #thor #lokius #loki season 2 #loki series #loki headcanons #fanfic idea

[akiizayoi4869]

I now have an idea to write a one shot where Ursa and Iroh do not get along at all post canon, and whenever they're in a room together the tension is so thick that you can cut it with a knife. Zuko of course finds this very uncomfortable because he wants his two favorite people in the world to get along, meanwhile Azula finds it to be absolutely hilarious because finally, finally someone understands that Iroh isn't this perfect human being that everyone sees him as, and how ironic is it that the person who realizes this is her mother?

#atla #azula #zuko #ursa #iroh #fanfic idea

[a-todd-illustration]

Fanfic prompt: Aang sees a vision of the future, which gives him the hope to keep going.

Feel free to make something of it!

#myart #fanart #avatar the last airbender #atla #avatar #zuko #aang #katara #toph #sokka #time travel fic #roku #avatar roku #avatar aang #fanfic idea