This was way too much effort for a stupid ass 11-second long gag, but it occurred to me while editing that Jade is a Nehrim desert baby, has probably never seen real snow before, and would therefore lose her damned mind over seeing it for the first time and this immediately popped into my head.
Meanwhile my man Jespar over there, being like
...and probably regretting ever deciding to travel with this woman.
What did y'all name your devices? My current phone is just "Dakota's phone" (any suggestions for a new name btw?), my computer was actually named by one of the tech people that fixed it once (I think???) so it's called "ROBOTOVERLORD" and I names my bluetooth headphones "Sirens"
one of the dumb things i like about flight rising is that you can just dissolve familiars for alchemy ingredients. like what the fuck. some nice centaur comes out of the woods like “I Have Seen Your Deeds And I Submit Myself To Your Clan To Learn About You” and youre just like fantastic. get in the cauldron
how different the atla main group and the lok main group are is Still the funniest thing in the world to me. like, the gaang are real sweet best friends, would die for each other and kill for each other, probably, a sprinkle of found family, friendships CAN last more than one lifetime, etc. and then korra has dated literally all of her three best friends. everyone in that group wanted a piece of the avatar’s ass
[ID: SVSSS fanart of Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge. It's the scene from volume 1 where Liu Qingge is having a qi deviation. He's on the floor, face and clothes splattered with blood. Shen Qingqiu has a hand on his shoulder, and smiles as he says, "You're too hot- I mean too young to die. We should be friends now." Liu Qingge scowls at him, angry and confused, thinking "wtf" repeatedly and with question marks floating around his head. /end ID]
buying an old, secluded house in the scottish highlands, intending on renovating and reselling it. but you find out quickly that it's haunted. like, haunted haunted.
at first, you refuse to believe a man that pretty would be dead. let alone, a nefarious spirit with... questionable intentions.
but, compared to the (literal) horror stories you've heard, spirit!johnny is pretty cordial in his ways of messing with you. always picks up the books he knocks over to startle you, or when you scream at him to give you back your keys, or quit hiding your glasses, dammit
sometimes, when you're in the right mood, you find it comforting to know you're not all alone out in the middle of nowhere. it's not like you can tell your friends and family any details of this. you'll sound downright insane.
you learn to deal with the strong scent of his cologne or the creak of his footsteps (which you only hear because he wants you to, of course).
and—naturally—the feeling of large hands smoothing along your spine, down to your hips, a thumb strumming your lips. possessively, right as sleep engulfs you. the first few times you chalk it up to an erotic fantasy that only surfaces when you're exhausted and bordering on delirium.
however, it proves difficult to rationalize the voice. especially when he knows your name.