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Years have passed since the Avatar’s death. News of their death has yet to reach beyond the palace walls, and a very select few know that they’re gone. The search for the new Avatar hasn’t been going well, and only the most trusted officers have been tasked with searching.

Thomas walks down the hall towards the large doors that proudly display the insignia of the Fire Nation. He approaches and slows to a stop with his hands behind his back and his posture straight. The doors open, and he peers into the throne room till he hears the Fire Lord’s voice beckoning him inside.

Slowly, Thomas enters the throne room and strides towards the other side of the room with a practiced grace. He stops before the throne and lowers himself to the floor in a bow. “My Lord.” Then, after a moment, Thomas stands. “You wished to see me?”

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Adam sits casually--perhaps a little too casually--upon his throne, propping his cheek against a fist with his elbow on the throne’s armrest. His other hand taps the opposite armrest rhythmically, consistent as it echoes in the otherwise silent throne-room. The sound resonates his boredom, time passing far too slowly for his liking.

‘Enter,’ Adam beckons, seeing Thomas’s silhouette against the backdrop of the outside light. He doesn’t bother changing his position as he watches him approach. ‘Yes, I wished to see you,’ he responds, sitting up straight now. The surrounding firelight of his throne flickers over his features, illuminating his serious expression. He half-heartedly gestures for his guards to leave, waiting until he and Thomas are alone. ‘I’ve chosen you, Thomas, to undertake a confidential mission. It’s of the utmost importance and it needs to be carried out in complete secrecy, as quickly as possible.’ He pauses for a moment, taking a moment to assess Thomas carefully. ‘I need you to find someone--alive, if possible, but dead if necessary. Regardless of the outcome, you are to bring them to me.’

#ic #semperinfernales #au: avatar

lilyintheashes:

She smiled right back. It seemed more mischievous or teasing than anything else, but who could really say for sure. If there was stuff he got up to, and it took place at least partially outside his home, she’d know or find out. Or at least get some idea of it.

Then her face took on a more pleasant demeanor, almost innocent. “Me? Oh, you know, normal stuff. Drinking, photography, fighting skin-heads in bars, high stakes gambling, going-undercover-in-various-crime-organizations-around-the-world-to-destroy-them-from-the-inside-out-and-bring-them-to-some-form-of-justice-whether-it’s-by-the-law-or-my-own-hands.” She said the last part so quickly, it almost couldn’t be made out. “You know, normal stuff.”

Despite Lily’s fast delivery, Freddie is able to make out what she says. “How quaint,” he comments. He doesn’t reveal in his tone or expression whether he’s impressed or not. If anything, he seems impatient or bored. “You’d best be careful with who you tell about that sort of thing. But you know that already--I know that, and you know I know. Maybe there’s a reason you want other people to know?” He tilts his head to the side slightly, inspecting her. “It seems brash and arrogant, regardless.”

#ic #lilyintheashes

hailcolumbia:

She feels like his questions are critical, though perhaps that’s due to her criticizing herself more than anything. “I couldn’t take it with me. It’s at my actual hotel.” Cursed Germany and its stupid gun laws. Maybe she should have just tried to sneak it in anyway. Not that it matters now. Amelia lets him turn her head, deciding that a straight nose is worth a little manhandling. This is something they’ve done plenty of times before, she should be used to it by now. Despite telling herself that, she takes a deep breath. “Okay.” She’s startled when he sets her nose, enough that she recoils with a loud “Fuck!”, cradling her nose with both of her hands.

Freddie lets go as soon as Amelia recoils, his hand moving to his jacket’s breast pocket. He takes out a folded handkerchief, snapping it open, before holding it out to nurse Amelia’s nose with it. “Good as new,” Freddie jokes, his mouth holding the smallest of smiles. “That should heal straight. Keep that there for a moment.” He lets go, letting Amelia hold it in place. “We shouldn’t hang around. The last thing we need is Ludwig on your tail once Lily wakes up. I brought a spare change of clothes with me if you need them--” Freddie opens up the briefcase he brought with him, holding up a modest dress in Amelia’s size. “We can deal with your stuff at your hotel later.”

#ic #hailcolumbia

@wildwithadventure submitted:

Here, I made these for you.

“Wow, how flattering.” Is he being sarcastic? It’s hard to tell. “They’re pretty. How long did they take?’

#ic #submission #wildwithadventure

How old were you the first time you fell in love?

He just shrugs without a verbal reply.

#ic #ask #anon

cidershark

combatting art block with alfred f. jones

#aph america #fanart

onscreenkisses

Dean Martin - “Ain’t That a Kick In The Head”

How lucky can one guy be? I kissed her and she kissed me. Like the fella once said, “Ain’t that a kick in the head?”

#fred: favourite music #america: music #dead martin #america #audio

ok boomer

‘Nice try. I’m not fazed.’

#wow he hates it #ic #ask #anon

hailcolumbia

suckthekumara replied to your post “@suckthekumara Who invited you here?”

u have to be nice to me

u cant make me

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#im not a sycophant like heath

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.

allamericxnidiot:

“Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“Obviously not hard enough.”

#ic #allamericxnidiot

allamericxnidiot:

Alvin gives him a rather exhausted look. “This is exactly the shit I’m talking about, Freddie.”

“You just need to lighten up.”

#ic #allamericxnidiot

anguisgehenna:

“Oh, I assure you it is incredibly boring,” she purrs, the same finger that wiped her lips now tracing light circles around the rim of her glass. His racing thoughts tell her all she needs to know about his sanity; it was why she chose to speak with him. She catches his blue eye with her own red. “Sometimes you just have to make your own fun.”

She strokes her lip thoughtfully at his prompt. “It would depend on how they surprised me. I wouldn’t like to be disappointed; I’ve certainly experienced that enough.” Such as now, sitting in a bar, in the body of a human woman, rather than where she belongs. “To be honest, I would very much like to be surprised.”

Freddie’s eyes don’t leave her as she talks. They’re not intense, however, but instead half-interested as they evaluate her--almost as if his interest is piqued but he still needs some further convincing of whether she’s worth his time. His eyes casually move around to different parts of her body while occasionally letting them flicker back to her own. In his head, he’s curiously wondering what she is, exactly, while also appreciating the attractiveness of her body in passing. “Pray tell, how does a lovely, young lady like you make her own fun?” Freddie asks, his tone still friendly. “I can’t imagine it’d be anything especially tame if you find most people predictable and boring.” Questions, questions--always more questions for the other person. While Freddie enjoys being the centre of attention, he’s never been one to talk about himself in any way that is more revealing than he deems necessary.

#ic #anguisgehenna