In ages past the Avatar rose unbroken, cycle after cycle, nation after nation. From water to earth, from earth to fire, balance was kept though the Nations would falter.
In the days before our glory, the Avatar was Rwoh, Of stone and soil, yet even she could not shield the world from decay.
Then was Anakin born, the destined flame. He who was raised from bondage, chosen by the Emperor’s wisdom The truest son of the cycle of Fire.
Yet envy stirs in barren hearts. The Air Nomads, who cloaked themselves in secrecy, whispered rebellion. They plotted war and in their secret halls they bent unlawfully—
Severing spirits binding what should not be bound daring to wield the forbidden arts.
When their treachery was revealed the Emperor’s hand struck swift. With righteous flame, the Nomads were struck down.
Upon Mustafar’s burning slope, the last heretic arose And was struck down forever.
So the burden fell to Fire: to guard what is fragile, to kindle what is fading, to temper what is wild.
My life I give to my country. With my hands I fight for Fire and Avatar and all before them. With my mind I seek ways to better my nation. And with my feet may our Empire’s march continue.
Fandom: Haikyuu (My contribution to the @olympicsbang)
Type: Nonlinear Novella - 30.1k words // Athlete AU
Focus: Fencer!Oikawa
Ships: IwaOi ; MatsuHana ; mentions of UshiTen, DaiSuga & AsaNoya
Rating: Teen and Up/Mature (contains “adult jokes” but nothing graphic)
Summary:
Oikawa Tooru is not a genius - in fact, he despises being labeled one. Who ever got the impression, that being a spoiled brat is such a great thing? Everything HE has achieved comes from hard work and Oikawa wants the god damn credit for every single drop of sweat he put into it!
But perhaps Tooru is a little bit biased - after all, his bright future as a gymnast went down the drain rather spectacularly after injuring his knee beyond repair. And yet here he stands, sword in hand (literally) and he will fight for his dream of olympic gold to the very last.
Dating a very hot Ice Hockey player and having a dope teammate with too large eyebrows and a never ending supply of fun and memes don‘t exactly hurt his motivation either.
Partner: enigmas_ii on twitter & IG -> Art made by them
The air is thin here, but it hums faintly with chi—fractured, dissonant, like a melody missing its final note. It grates at the edges of Hunter’s senses. The cold of the evening seeps into him, but it’s not the reason he shivers. Every instinct tells him this place should be holy, that the mountain itself was once alive with spirit. But now, it feels hollowed—emptied by violence so vast that even the air seems reluctant to return.
Echo moves past him, boots crunching over the track. He stops at the edge of the path, staring up at the ruin. His face is unreadable in the fading light.
It’s been an absolute joy working on these 3 pieces with you both, @talizorahs and @theeasternempress ! I hope they look incredible paired with the story! 🎉🥳
I genuinely cannot thank you both so much for your patience with me during this time 🥹🫶 Please go and check out helo’s magnificent story! They’ve done a wonderful job and deserve all the Kudos they can get! 🫶🩵
A flock of massive birds with wings that glint in the sunlight, feathers a shimmering mix of green and gold. They spiral through the sky with lazy grace, riding thermals that carry them higher and higher—much like the airship.
