❝gods love them, death hates him and time watches❞ Masakata Minato knows the laws of the land like the back of his hand. The world takes and takes until you don't even know who you are anymore. He'll make it to the top, bloody hands and bloodier past. Succeed to survive. Survive to succeed. To Minato, this feels like a sick repeat of lives before, until he really does start to get twisted. a death-looping oc

❝ a child cannot be a god.❞ Reo once stood in the snows of Hokkaido until his joints cracked and he became one amongst many. It seems the void was empty and welcomed another to a place far away. Sasori now stands in the bleeding sands of Suna. He wonders what it takes to make this nation rise. sasori!self-insert

They weren't human. It ran in the blood-Azulon, a man carved in ruination and Sozin, from the blood of a civilizations ashes. Yet when Ozai was born , nothing changed. Ozai, a patron for a war that was never to end on his terms. Here he sits, solitary, for vigils to his collapse. an ozai character study