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wouldn’t it be funny if Amon’s whole fake backstory was just Noatak making shit up on the fly

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Lieutenant: Er, sir-

Amon: Yes, Lieutenant, what is it?

Lieutenant: You know you’ve never told us how you do the whole ‘taking people’s bending away’ thing.

Random Equalist: Yeah, is it something you can teach us like chi-blocking?

Amon: No.

Lieutenant: No, you won’t or no, you can’t?

Amon: Both-I mean I can’t!

Random Equalist: That doesn’t make any sense...you must have learnt it from somewhere, and it’s not as if it’s something like bending fire or water because you’re not a bender...

Amon: -sweating like a sinner in church but no one notices because of his mask-

Lieutenant: Yeah, the kid has a point. If you could learn it, why can’t any of us? It would certainly help the equalization effort move a lot faster if more of us knew the technique.

Amon: Oh for the love of- the spirits told me, alright?

Lieutenant: ...the spirits, sir?

Amon: Did I fucking stutter, Lieutenant? 

Random Equalist: Oh...well okay, I guess if the spirits taught you how to do it, it’s not really something you can go spreading about willy-nilly without their say-so.

Amon: Exactly! Very astute. -internal sigh of relief-

Random Equalist: ...why did the spirits visit you though, sir?

Amon: -internally screaming- 

Two hours later, the Lieutenant and the Random Equalist walk out of Amon’s office with an even greater degree of respect for their leader and a new feeling of sympathy.

Lieutenant: -shakes head- Poor man.

Random Equalist: His whole family...

Lieutenant: And his face too. I always thought he was wearing the mask to conceal his civilian identity and strike terror into the hearts of our foes. I never knew his abilities came at such a high cost.

Random Equalist: We should work even harder to bring his dream of equality to fruition!

Meanwhile, in Amon’s office...

Amon: -slamming head repeatedly against his desk- Why, why, why did I tell them a firebender burned my face off? 

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This is crack, plain and simple.

Content warning for mentions of drugs and prostitution. Also for Yakone’s potty mouth, but honestly he doesn’t use any swearwords worse than what you usually encounter on tumblr.

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Yakone awoke to darkness and a pounding headache. Upon attempting to massage his aching head, he discovered that his hands were tied behind his back, lashed securely to something that felt rather like the back of a chair. His legs were tied as well, probably to the chair legs.

Well, this was odd, he thought. Last he remembered, he was wasting away in solitary, cursing the Fuzz, the Avatar and the World in general. Not that he was unhappy to be out, of course not, but he'd honestly expected to be in the Can for...well....longer. 

Maybe his time perception had gone a little loopy from the lack of sunlight, but he could have sworn it had only been a week since he'd been locked up.

As he was pondering, his eyes were suddenly assaulted by the incandescent glare of a lamplight pointed directly in his face. Yakone cursed and squinted, thinking he could just about make out the faint outline of a person behind the lamp.

"Yakone," a familiar voice drawled, "Welcome back to the land of the living."

"...Savik?" he squinted again. The man behind the lamp helpfully sauntered forward, and his features sharpened into the familiar face of his old lieutenant.

So Savik had busted him out of prison. And from the look of things, it appeared that he wanted some information. Whatever it was, it had to be pretty damn important to warrant a prison break for the most infamous crime boss in Republic City and ex-bloodbender extraordinaire.

Savik wasn't a bloodbender - he'd never been able to pick up the skill, even during the full moon - but he was still a waterbender, and more importantly, one with an extremely creative and sadistic imagination. There were a lot of terrible things a waterbender could do to a human body even without bloodbending, and Savik was well-versed in all of them.

Yakone was tied up, bereft of his bending and at Savik's mercy. The only thing keeping him alive for the moment was his information.

He was going to have to play his hand carefully. 

"So," Yakone said, "I'm guessing you got something you want to ask me?"

"Yep," Savik nodded.

"And what do I get in exchange for talking?"

"We can negotiate that later," Savik abruptly pulled a newspaper out of his coat and slammed it on the table in front of him, "Right now, take a look at this."

Yakone looked down at the newspaper. The weekly sudoku puzzle looked back at him, or at least it would have if it had eyes.

"...it's a sudoku puzzle," he stated bluntly.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Savik rolled his eyes and pulled out a pencil, "Now tell me what goes in square A5."

"9," Yakone sighed, "Seriously, next you're gonna tell me that you broke me out just to solve your sudoku puzzle."

"Yeah, that's pretty much it," Savik remarked nonchalantly as he wrote in the number.

You could have heard a pin drop.

"What." Yakone said.

"It wasn't even much of a prison break," his former lieutenant said, "I just stole a uniform off a drunk cop and walked into the prison. Knocked the one guard outside your cell out, took his uniform, dressed you up and walked out again, no fuss no muss. Didn't even need to pinch his keys cause your cell wasn't locked."

"...are you fucking with me?" Yakone demanded, "Cause if you're fucking with me, it's not fucking funny. Besides, if that really happened, why don't I remember walking out in a police uniform?"

"Well..." Savik made an odd expression, something between embarrassed and perturbed, "You were a little...out of it when I found you. I don't know what they did to you for those 5 hours you were in the Can, but damn,” he winced, “Better you than me."

"5 hours?" Yakone choked, "I was in prison for only 5 hours?!"

"Eh, give or take," the other man shrugged, "We got a few weird looks, but I just told the guys at the front gate that you overdosed on cactus juice and they waved us on and went back to playing pai sho. Hey, you got any ideas for what goes in B6?"

"3," Yakone muttered, "I can't fucking believe this shit-"

"I know. Such incompetence in law enforcement," Savik shook his head and tsked, "It's no wonder this town is going to the dogs."

"So if you only wanted me here for sudoku, why am I tied up in a chair?"

"To make sure you don't run off, obviously," Savik chuckled, "There’s still the crossword to do."

Yakone groaned.

"Or you could give me a list of the secret black spice caches in the city, that works too."

"What do I need to give to never do another sudoku puzzle again?" Yakone growled.

"Well, I've already inherited your deeds to half of the brothels and spice dens in the red light district," Savik scratched his chin contemplatively, "Tell you what, I've got this friend who got kicked out of med school. Says he's come up with a new plastic surgery technique and he needs a volunteer."

"Dare I ask what he was kicked out for?" 

"A pigeon was involved," Savik said cryptically, "Anyway, if he can actually do what he claims, he'd be pretty useful to have around, don't you think? If you volunteer, we both win - I acquire a valuable asset, and you get a new face and a life free of having to tear down every WANTED poster with your mugshot on it."

"Or worst case scenario, I die in the middle of surgery," Yakone retorted, "Or slightly less worse case scenario, I'm permanently disfigured for the rest of my life."

"Well, look on the bright side," Savik said cheerfully, "Whichever way you spin it, you'll never have to go back to prison again! Now, what do you think can go in F7?"

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prince-hans-pants replied to your post:First terrible thought of the day Little Hans...

…and permanently losing all faith in True Love when Edvard says no.

The look on Hans' face was enough to have made Edvard wish he had lied. 

But how much worse would it have been if he had?

Was it better to have let him know the truth instead of giving him false hope?

Edvard would like to have thought that he did the right thing, but right now, he felt like the sort of person who offered meat to a hungry dog under the dinner table and then snatched it back just before the poor creature could sink its teeth in.

"What good is True Love if it can't bring Mother back?" Hans asked, his voice soft and despondent.

Edvard had no answer for that.

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I'm probably making a tremendous pest of myself, but for the Halloween meme: Jan, Enchant

Enchant: Someone enchants another character(s).

Jan opens the book. It is not a large book. It is small, bound in leather that is crumbling slightly around the edges. It smells old - faintly like almonds and vanilla with a slight acidic tang, and the pages are covered in symbols and incantations written in black ink.

He’d found the book three days ago, secreted away in that dark, dusty corner of the Palace archives that Edvard used to sneak away to in the wee hours of the night. 

He skims past a symbol beside which is written in Edvard's elegant, smooth hand, "To make a loved one stay", forcefully enough to almost rip the delicate page from the loose binding.

He stops at page on which is written "For Happiness". He squints at the symbols and grumbling, rummages in his coat pocket for his glasses. With his glasses perched on his nose, the symbols almost seem to jump off the page - strange, arcane and detailed in crisp, midnight black lines that are stark against the spotted cream of the pages.

For the rest of the night, Jan carefully and painstakingly carves lines and swirls onto the Adder Stone (it'd taken him days of gathering pebbles from the nearest river to find the blasted thing).

Edvard had made this sort of thing look so easy when he did it.

Then again, Edvard had always been better than him at anything that involved craft.

 And he wasn't around, so Jan supposed he'd have to do.

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"I fixed your necklace."

Valdemar has been more dour and melancholic than usual, but at the sight of the carved Adder Stone with a long, robust strip of leather strung through the hole, he seems to visibly brighten.

"It looks just like how Edvard made it," he says with a small smile, "Thanks."

"Sure," Jan mumbles, "As long as you're happy."

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For the Mirror of Erised thing: Theo, Henrik, Edvard, Jan

Theo stares into the glossy surface and watches his reflection shift and morph into someone who is him and yet not him. He is younger. Happier. In the mirror, the man who is and is not him turns to greet a woman with greying hair and a face that would never be called pretty, but which is graced by the grandest, most beautiful smile he has ever seen. Then, the woman beckons a young man - tall and thin with a shock of curly blond hair and a smudge of ink on his cheek, into view, and Theo forgets to breathe.

Henrik studies the image in the mirror, trying to puzzle out how he could possibly be seeing this. He sees himself as a boy, surrounded by what seems like all the books ever written or printed in the whole of human history, watched over by a plain, middle-aged woman with eyes like his who he has only seen staring back at him out of paintings. 

For a moment, Edvard sees nothing - only his reflection staring back at him. Then, the surface of the mirror seems to ripple and shift, and he is staring at himself, surrounded by his family: Liz, his daughter, his mother, and his brothers - all 12 of them - all together, happy and content. 

Jan watches as his reflection takes Maja into his arms and threads his fingers through the glorious waves of her hair glowing red-gold like sunlight on the water. Maja cups his face in her hands, smiles at him like he's the most precious thing in the World and Jan feels that he could look at her forever and never want for anything more.

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Wrote dragon prince AU stuff

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Edvard snaps his fingers and a small curl of flame flashes into existence. Little Hans stares in amazement and claps his hands as his older half-brother grins and bows.

"That was amazing! And you can do other things too?"

"Small things," Edvard disperses the flame with a elegant wave of his hand, "Potions, transfiguration...that sort of thing."

All of a sudden, his face turns serious, and he kneels down beside Hans.

"This is our secret," he says gravely, "You must never tell anyone about what I can do. Please, Hans. Promise that you won't tell."

Hans doesn't know why Edvard doesn't want anyone else to know about his magic, but he nods anyway.

"I promise."

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A few months later, the Royal Guards come and take Edvard away - as well as his brothers and Lady Cathrine.

Jan is the loudest - kicking and screaming and struggling in his iron manacles demanding to know what he had ever done wrong. Lukas is crying, Valdemar is shaking, and Lady Cathrine is as dignified and graceful as she can manage with a darkening bruise under her right eye and a limp from the twisted ankle she gained after a guard pushed her down the stairs.

And Edvard-

Edvard stares straight ahead, his expression blanks and his shoulders tense. He glances to the side and for a moment, his eyes and Hans' meet.

"I know this is a difficult thing to do," Carl's soft voice murmurs from behind him.

Hans feels his older half-brother's hand close gently on his shoulder, and he swallows thickly, trying to ignore the irrational feeling of being trapped.

"It's for their own good," he continues as the guards lead Edvard and his brothers and mother further and further away, "They'll go to a place where they'll be able to practice their gifts freely and where they won't endanger the common folk.

Believe me, Your Highness.

This is for the best."

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Jan's hand aches - probably from the five straight hours he's been working on his newest painting. It needs improvement - everything he makes does, but at the very least, this time he's satisfied and doesn't feel like his efforts have been for naught.

He just wishes artistic satisfaction wasn't quite so painful.

He can barely pick up the pen later during his lessons, and the tutor mutters the old tired phrase of "This wouldn't have happened with Master Edvard." and sends for his mother to see what is the matter with him.

Lady Cathrine turns his small, little boy's hand over in her own elegant palm, and presses sharply against the muscle connected to his pinky finger.

"Ow!" Jan yelps and winces as his mother tsks and massages the strained muscle.

"You've been drawing again," she sighs, "How many times have I told you to stop letting yourself get distracted with such useless pursuits?.."

"I was painting," he corrects, "And I like drawing. And painting."

"Princes don't paint, darling," she hums a little tune as she speaks, "They pay other people to do it."

"But I'm good at it!...could be good at it," he says, "If I practice enough-"

"You don't have the time to practice. And I've seen your drawings, darling. They're nothing special."

Jan's heard those words a thousand times before, but they never fail to make him feel utterly worthless and miserable.

"Oh, don't give me that look," Cathrine sighs and pats his cheek, "I'm only telling you the truth. Isn't it better that I tell you this now before you figure out that you're not as good as you think you are?"

"Yes, mother."

"Good boy. How's your hand?"

Jan flexes his fingers, clenches and unclenches his fist - the ache is gone, like it had never been there in the first place.

"Better," he says, even though in the pit of his stomach, he feels anything but better.

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#picture this: liz bites ed #he screams and accidentally releases a burst of charm magic #which drives liz even wilder with lust #so she bites him again #for the first time I can see the downside to having charm powers

The moment she presses her mouth to his skin, it's like heaven. She loves the taste of him - skin and sweat underlaid with something heady and intoxicating and undeniably him-

She nips him sharply - something she remembers her previous lovers seemed to enjoy - and Edvard yelps.

A sudden rush of heady lust comes over her - she feels like she's swimming in treacle, her blood burning hot and fierce under her skin and all that she can think of is more, more, more-

Until somewhere under the cloudy haze, Liz feels Edvard's hands on her shoulders - can feel them trying to push her away, and she hears his voice, soft and shaky with something that's definitely not arousal.

"Ow ow ow - Liz, ow ow, please- owowowowow - please stop - owowowowow-"

She pulls away and scrambles backwards, shaking her head to try to clear it of whatever temporary madness seemed to have suddenly taken over. She looks down at Edvard and winces in guilt at the number of bite marks scattered across his stomach and abdomen (some a little too close to some very sensitive parts).

All remaining thoughts of continuing evaporate as she watches him discreetly wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes with slightly shaky hands.

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well

that turned angsty very fast