:(Role) Call Me... Characteristic: Anger Man(agement)
Fics starring volatile characters with painful histories:
(For younger - often less volatile - versions of these characters see: angearly)
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AtLA/K / B(M)HA / DP / RR(PJ):
- Zuko
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(- Bakugo Katsuki)
- Todoroki Shouto (&/or Touya)
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(- Dan Phantom)
(- Val(erie)
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- Frank Zhang
(- Luke Castellan)
(- Clarisse)
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DC / Marvel:
- Jason Todd
(- Roy Harper)
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- Logan/Wolverine
- Daredevil/Matt Murdock
(- Frank Castle)
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NCIS/Criminal Minds/Numb3rs/(Leverage)/H-50/911:
- Leroy Jethro Gibbs
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- Eddie Diaz
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- Elliot Spencer
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(- Danny Williams)
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(The) Sentinel / Stargate / TM7:
- Jack O'Neill
- Ronon Dex
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(- Simon Banks)
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(- Josiah Sanchez)
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Other:
(- Duo Maxwell &/or Heero Yuy)
(- Himura Kenshin)
(Closed, Moderated)
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Zuko botches his escape on the day of the eclipse and sits out the war in prison. What will the Gaang do with a new Fire Lord they can't trust? Season Four "Zuko never joined the Gaang, and he's really bad at being good" AU.
Featuring Azula's extended field trip, June not signing up for this, and Sokka's increasing desire to scream. Come get your international politics with a side of baby dragons.
Podfic and German translation now available, see chapter one notes!
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- Part 1 of Towards the Sun
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Azula :( (ch.5)
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“I’m ending the war because it’s the right thing to do—”The waterbender snorted. This was Zuko’s diplomatic scowl.
“—But we didn’t lose. You beat one man. Won one battle against an untested new fleet. You didn’t beat the Fire Nation. We can talk about terms for prisoner of war exchanges, and withdrawal of troops from contested areas, and even what exactly our final borders will be, but we’re not going to talk about who won. Because you didn’t.”
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And yeah, killing people was terrible, and no one should force kids like them to do things like that—but what did Aang think they’d been doing, up in the airship fleet? Why did he get to stay all clean but they had to—And Ozai. Why did he get to live, when all those low-level soldiers, the guys just steering the ships or working in the engine rooms, the ones whose heartbeats had been so scared and their shouts had sounded so young, why’d they have to die? Was it only royalty that got special no-kill attention from the Avatar? She loved Twinkletoes, he was like the flighty loveable annoying awful amazing brother she’d never wanted but suddenly had, but—but he could be such an airbender, and knowing someone’s name, being able to put a face and a history to them, didn’t make them more worthy of living. A lot less worthy, in Ozai’s case.
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Uncle was one too. A Fire Nation General. And the way they were talking and laughing, these guys were probably war buddies of his. And Toph realized something she’d always known but didn’t like to think about, that Uncle had killed people. Her people. Probably a lot more than anyone else here. The Dragon of the West had been good at his job, and those guys laughing with him… they all remembered that, because it really hadn’t been that long since the siege of Ba Sing Se. There was respect in their voices, in the way they deferred the conversation to any story he started, in the way their bodies slanted more towards him than to anyone else in the circle. They liked him.
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The Avatar could take away bending.Maybe somehow that wasn’t as horrifying to waterbenders or earthbenders or airbenders, because the Avatar’s group looked a little uneasy (the non-bender still looked smug, of course he did, he couldn’t understand), but the Fire Nation side of the table had stopped breathing.
And then they were breathing very carefully, the kind of breaths that stoked inner flames.
Inner flames. Not the earth under their feet or the water of their seas, not the air around them. Inner flames. Agni’s gift was their heart, their life, it couldn’t be snuffed without killing the bender.
How could the airbender sit there talking of peace when he’d ripped Agni’s hand from one of His chosen? The Avatar was the World Spirit, but Agni was the Sun God. The sun shone on his people and kindled flames in the strongest. Death was death, but to have their souls ripped out and their bodies kept living, beyond the sight of their god—
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Azula… as much as she threatened, he’d couldn’t picture her killing for fun, only for a purpose. It wasn’t a morality issue. He wouldn’t kid himself that it was, especially when those were four of their people she’d murdered. But her perfectionism abhorred waste; wasted energy, wasted actions, wasted lives that could have been grovelling in their rightful place at her feet instead of cluttering up her floor. Ba Sing Se had been the most bloodless victory of the war, even if the lack of casualties had probably made it easier for the Earth Kingdom and Uncle’s group to take back in the end. …Which was an observation he was never going to share with her.She must have felt really cornered by Uncle, or had something important he’d gotten in the way of her doing. Otherwise she’d have just gone around the guards, danced them in circles to prove not just that she was superior but that she was so far beyond them as to be untouchable. Uncle didn’t get that. He’d… never really tried to get Azula.
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Ch.17 <3 ! :(
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[Toph's Robes] were suitably green, so she was color-coded for the convenience of all the sighted people. Just once, she wanted to go in a clothing shop, mix everything up, and come out in colors so uncoordinated that people would have to pay attention to the person under the clothes. Maybe she could take Sparky with her. -
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"What the hell happened? I'm fuckin' tiny!" All Jason had on was his Wonder Woman shirt from earlier, and that was just barely staying on. Jason slumped against the wall, feeling the frustration bubble in his chest. He was tiny, injured, confused, nearly naked, and alone in an alley. This wasn't good.
"I found him!" a voice shouted at the same time as light showered over Jason from above. He looked up quickly in shock. He knew that voice.
'You have got to be kidding me.' Jason thought. The light lowered slightly and he saw the smiling face of the one and only Officer Dick Grayson above him.
More Batfamily members shall appear later on!
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Two Nickels: Jason is de-aged to 4 (looks 2) & hates it
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5 Times Parker Slept in Matt's Bed, +1 Time Matt Slept in Hers by aunt_zelda
Fandoms: Daredevil (TV), Leverage
19 Jul 2015
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Exactly what it says on the tin. Parker and Matt have known each other since childhood at various points in their lives, and they've shared a bed platonically. Written for a fill on the kink meme.
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After a tragic accident nearly two years ago, Evan Buckley uproots his life in Los Angeles and moves to Ferndale, a quaint town in Northern California. With the unexpected connections he makes, especially with the family who runs the local diner, he learns that maybe there can be life after loss.
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My entry for the Buddie Big Bang 2020
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Two Nickels: Small Town AU
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In Metropolis, the heart of the city was hope.
It has strong hands, they whispered, and it did. It has a nice smile and a gentle voice, and it smiled and spoke. It cares so much, they said, and so it did, hope a molten metal wrapped around the expectations of thousands of people, breathing life into an unliving concept. Hope had blue eyes and a nice smile and never failed them, always reached them just in the nick of time. And as generations passed, the nebulous edges sharpened with definition—he was always listening, always watching. He helped them when they needed it, from a whispered answer in an exam room to a bullet caught inches away from its target, when they invoked him with the right amount of blind, desperate faith in the unknown—with hope.
In Metropolis, it was hope.
Gotham didn’t have hope. Gotham had something else.