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MOOD!

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horrible news: in order for you to finish a wip, you have to work on that wip and not the 2543524 other wips you were brainrotting over instead of that one. more investigations at 7.

#fake news

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Red’s such a beautiful color. Many pieces of her closet were comprised of the color. Wearing it made her feel powerful, alluring, confident.

But she never realized this feeling before.

The color of red on someone else. Her. The way it adorned this woman’s hair and painted her face. Ranging from a bright red to then transition to a darker, near black shade, it took Asami’s head to a cloudy high. Hovering over her, Asami trailed a hand carefully over the freshly exposed cooling skin and fiddled with the frayed fabric of the blue dress.

What a shame, she thought. A high-end label dress gone to waste. Oh well.

Such was the life and budget of those of the celebrity class.

Asami could at least understand that much from this woman’s perspective.

Many times she hated pulling the Sato name card. Thought it was despicable for people to try and get close to her for the rich benefits alone. She had enough of that all her life growing up. Having fought tooth and nail to get to where she was now, she demanded respect for her contributions. Her power. She had grown into the name, making contributions outside of only being Hiroshi’s daughter.

She would not be made a fool of. Both professionally and personally.

Lucky the security guard was a fan of her work. With a hair flip and wink in their direction she was able to slip in and out, save the light clicking of her heels along the clean flooring.

Sashaying through the hallways and back to the table where her husband sat, Asami picked up her one abandoned cigarette for a hit.

“You were gone for a minute. Was the trip to the bathroom okay?” he asked.

Expelling the smoke, she stamped it out in the ashtray and looked at him sweetly. “Of course, honey. I think I’ve had it for the night, let’s head back home.”

Thick brows furrowed in question. “Are you sure? We’re going to miss the final act. They should probably be coming on soon. I know you were looking forward to seeing them.”

A flash to earlier in the night of the woman’s flirtatious touches and giggles toward her husband. She, apparently blind to Asami next to him. Then to the red now splayed around her as the corona of a star.

No. Of a virus more like it.

Asami blinked back to herself and stared at her husband sweetly. Cupping his cheek, lips curled to a smile. “I’m sure. I don’t think she’s worth it anymore.”

#yellow's horror writing is top notch #dark!Asami #do not cross her

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Can you please give us some Linzolt smut🥵

Hi, thanks for the ask! I've gotten quite a few Linzolt asks recently and want to clarify that while I love this pairing, I've actually only written Linzolt once so am hardly an authority on them as a ship, especially in a nsfw context. Most of my headcanons are borrowed from this ship's great champions. So while I know what it's like to want more content for your favorite rarepair, believe me, take this as my admission that I have too many WIPs to promise anything like this soon.

#ask

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Spirit Circle - Korra and Kuvira

Part of an art/fic trade between myself and ikkinthekitsune, who requested a LOK stained glass in Kingdom Hearts style.

#wow this is gorgeous

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If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!

oh, hmm.

I have two favorite coffee mugs. The first a friend's dad made and it's exactly the right size, shape, and weight for coffee. The second has a swear in Latin and belonged to my grandfather. Love you, Grandpa.

My coasters in my house are all floor tiles from my home city's public transportation system that I stole from a construction site when I was drunk.

I get most of my clothes at Goodwill because why wouldn't you? At any given time more than half of my outfit is secondhand.

#personal #ask #thanks for the ask!

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So many shirtless guys in ATLA and Korra: not pictured: King Bumi, Ozai, Zuko, Prison Iroh, Guru Pathik…well, you get the idea.

Warm up doodle of the day with quick colours slapped on.

#amazing #lookit those guns

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Things Varrick has probably said.

#this was a discord joke #and now you all have to see it too #varrick #tlok

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bonding with friends over your favourite fictional little guys

#basically #yes #we call this 'discord'

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The Bo who Lin'ed...

while making those gifs, i realized that bolin’s hair-curl thing is lightning-bolt shaped

#bolin #bo/lin #i'm sorry #lok

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Voices in the Night

Ikki couldn't sleep. The moon was too bright and there was a hummingbird moth that kept tap tap tapping at her window and her head was too full of thoughts. So up she went, using a cushion of air to glide down the hallways so her mother wouldn't hear her steps and be cross.

Once outside the moon was even brighter, like a big wheel of sky bison cheese. Ikki couldn't see the hummingbird moth though. What she did see was a butt. A butt with dangly legs hanging out of one of the open windows.

"Hello, Mr. Butt!" she chirped. There was a yelp and then a man tumbled out into the bush. When he stood he had sticks in his spiky brown hair. "Oh, hi Mako," she corrected.

"Shh!" Mako pressed his finger to his lips like a teacher. His face was all red and his shirt was unbuttoned. "I was only, um, looking for... yeah." Then he took off running across the grass.

"Bye Mako!" Ikki whispered, waving. He was funny. No wonder Korra liked him.

She turned and walked the other way around the residence. A lot of people had been staying on the island lately to help her dad with what to do after those scary Equalists and making a new council and stuff, so she wasn't surprised to see a flickering light on in one of the detached residences.

"I'd never leave you unsatisfied," said a low voice, followed by a wet sucking sound. "Until tomorrow then." The flickering light bounced a bit until it was outside, where it resolved into a tiny flame carried in the hand of a young man Ikki had known all her life.

"Hi, Iroh!" she called. "Can't sleep, too?"

Iroh jumped like someone had blown air up his pants. The flame in his hand winked out. When his eyes finally settled on her she saw him sag in apparent relief.

"What are you doing out of bed, munchkin?" he asked quietly, jogging over. "It's late."

"There was a moon and a hummingbird moth and Iroh, what are all those red smudges all over your mouth? Were you kissing? Oh it'd be so romantic! Who were you kissing, Iroh? Was it a princess? Are you gonna make her a princess? Where's your belt? Are---"

Iroh clapped a hand over her mouth and steered her back in the direction of the house. "I wasn't here," he whispered in her ear. "There's extra candy in it for you tomorrow if you can remember that."

"Mwhf frn nu---" Iroh released the hand over her mouth. "Okay, goodnight General Not Here, I like rock candy, the apple ones, and I hope it was good kissing and that you go home and have good dreams about your princess where you get married and I'm invited and you fly away on a dragon together into the sunset and have lots of babies."

Iroh rubbed at his mouth with the back of his hand, blushing. "Go to bed."

Ikki waved at his back and started back to the front door. The idea of candy made her remember there were leftover sweet buns in the kitchen which no one could tell her she couldn't have if they were asleep.

Suddenly a dark shape detached itself from the shadows of one of the far buildings. Ikki stopped in her tracks. There were no more Equalists, her father said, and no bad guys coming to get them. Still, something about the way this person moved screamed "bad guy" all the same. He wasn't walking so much as slinking. A slinky bad guy slinking away from who knew what badness.

Ikki opened herself and sent a jet of air at the man's back. He stumbled with a grunt and wheeled on her and he was old! Old like her daddy was old, with wrinkles and bushy eyebrows and a stripe of white down the middle of his gray hair like a skunk bear.

"What are you doing, kid?" he growled.

"We don't want any Equalists," Ikki said firmly, hands on her hips.

The big man's posture relaxed. Then, of all things, he laughed.

"Me, neither, kid," he said. "I hate those buggers."

Ikki snorted. Buggers. Like bugs. "So why are you slinking?"

"Visiting an old friend," he said. He rubbed at the corner of his mouth and smiled. "We're getting reacquainted. I like doing that on your island. It's fun for me. Do you know what irony is?"

Ikki did. "It's what auntie Lin bends."

A grin cracked across the man's craggy face. "She sure does bend alright," he said. Then he shook his head with a sharp laugh and started off in the direction of the ferry. Ikki wondered if he was going to meet Mako and Iroh for something. Maybe they were having a tea party.

#makorra #irosami #linzolt #ikki #i dunno i just thought this was funny #everyone gettin' some firebender tonight #secret relationships all around #tlok #iroh ii #mako #lin beifong #zolt #lightning bolt zolt #drabble #fanfic #korra #asami sato

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This is Appa erasure. It would have taken them twenty times as long to get around the world without my boy.

#appa #coming in sideways to discourse like

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The real reason there’s a six month gap between LOK books one and two isn’t so they could justify Makorra’s relationship starting to fray but because Asami spent those six months fucking General Iroh’s brains out while he was stationed in the city and they didn’t wanna show that because it’s a kid’s cartoon. Nothing in canon disproves this thank you have a nice day.

#irosami #I mean there’s no proof they didn’t #shitposting Thursday #iroh ii #asami sato

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her <3

#she’s so cute #Korra

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me: idk i don’t think there’s anything WRONG with the ship i just dont really see it idk its just not for me ig

me after seeing fanart of said ship: you know what-

#this

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The road to hell is paved with ships you started writing as a joke and then wound up shipping.

#howrra #I’m so sorry #but it’s cute

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Accept this art I made for a scene I thought of but had to actually write with my own two hands because I can't draw. So unfair.

Thank you for your stick figure solidarity and for sharing this tragic scene with us. What may look like a crying Firelord over the body of a loved one is I'm sure in fact representing numb-fingered writers sobbing over the art they cannot art.

#i love this #thank u