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aghw18 · 1 month
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Fruits
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longerbee · 3 months
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bee-treehouse · 1 year
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Freedom fighters and Maiko pirate au
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bearsandbeansart · 7 months
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Just a quick Longbee sketch
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allgremlinart · 4 months
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smellershot aka Jet's beleaguered t4t child guerrillas . .. I hope they are well . ..
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a-todd-illustration · 2 years
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Smellerbee x Longshot 🧡💙
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krastbannert · 12 days
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Snippet from you make me brave, a Longbee (Longshot x Smellerbee) work I'm working on based on the song "Ruin" by The Amazing Devil. This is more just proof that I am, in fact, still writing actual things still and not just posting stuff I wrote a year or more ago.
For the first time she can remember…her world is peaceful. One of the kids flashes down a zipline, yelling crazily, and she can hear Pipsqueak’s laughter somewhere in the distance. She kicks her legs back and forth, staring into the trees below her. They’re so high up, higher than she’s ever been before, and she can’t help but look down. Longshot nudges her, and for a split second she thinks she’s about to go down, her stomach lurching - and then Smellerbee catches herself. She glares up at him - he just raises his eyebrows, lip tilting up as he nods downward. Dare you to jump, he’s saying. (She’s never been quite sure how she knew what he was saying, without needing words. But she was.) Smellerbee snorts.” Jackass. You jump. With your shoulders you could probably fly.” Longshot glances down - then immediately shakes his head. She snorts, punches his shoulder - and as she meets his eyes, feels her cheeks flush, and she ducks her head. (There’s no way he didn’t see it. But does she care anymore?) Smellerbee takes a deep breath - then stiffens, as Longshot’s arm slowly settles around her back. She glances up at him; his face is just as red as she imagines hers to be. She takes a breath, and tilts her head over onto his shoulder, and for a moment, just for a moment, it’s like the world stops. And everything’s all right. (They’ve always been close, since the moment he tried to steal her dinner and she’d put his face into the dirt, almost four years ago. But now they’re attached. Funny how that worked out. They beat the crap out of each other, and here they are.) (If she could spend the rest of her life like this…well. Smellerbee wouldn’t mind that at all.)
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ljf613 · 1 year
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Hello! As I'm not done with LOK yet, my ask only concerns ATLA. I'm curious about your favorite rarepairs from Aang's era. Do you have an absolute favorite, or some that catch your attention?
ATLA rarepairs, huh? Glad you asked!
Toko is my absolute favorite (I'm actually working on another oneshot for them right now).
Also, I do love me some Aang rarepairs-- IMHO, Aang is clearly the most shippable character in the show. My favorites are Yuaang, Maiaang, Azulaang, and Sukaang. (I've never been able to get into Ty Laang or Taang.)
Some of my other favorite ATLA rarepairs include JetLee, YueLa, Songru, Sokkla, and Smellershot. I'm also vaguely intrigued by numerous others, and am generally willing to try new ships.
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lilie-dodgson · 1 year
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I still love them so much
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authorjoydragon · 2 years
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Could I mayhaps get "bonfire" from the summer bingo for Longbee or Taang? 👉👈
Bonfire - Longbee (Smellershot)
Smellerbee watched as he meticulously built the wood logs up and got a small flame roaring into a blazing fire in no time. Longshot was always so good at those things.
He came and sat next to her—too close. Their thighs brushed against each other and she felt a blush rising in her cheeks. This thing between them…it was so new, so fragile. She was scared to move too quick, or grab it too harshly, fearing that it would be like wind. Felt but never caught fully.
They said nothing, staring into the fire. With them, silence was comfortable. But tonight there was a tension in the air, and she couldn’t decide if she liked it or not. It was like she was holding her breath.
One small move was all it took.
Longshot slowly reached over and took her hand.
Bee felt her pulse spike, excitement running through her veins as she realized that he felt this too. It wasn’t just her.
She said nothing though, only threading her fingers through his and squeezing tighter in answer of his silent question.
Some things didn’t need to be spoken aloud.
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horribluh · 1 year
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i hope those smellerbee x longshot shippers from literally 10 years ago are having a good day
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aghw18 · 3 months
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Feels like it, so
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longerbee · 3 months
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bee-treehouse · 2 years
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Theeeeey 🏳️‍⚧️
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bearsandbeansart · 5 months
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Practicing backlighting, featuring a whole mess of ATLA ships.
It's cool if you don't like one or more of these ships! Just please keep those opinions off this post :)
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myargalargan · 2 years
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For my buddy @krastbannert‘s birthday I wrote a small (very small!) Smellershot snippet inspired by this piece of art.
Happy Birthday, my friend! (It’s a little angsty...but I thought you might appreciate that. 😅)
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They’d made it, Smellerbee thought, as the sound of lapping water finally began to overtake the deafening roar in her ears. But she couldn’t recall how. One moment, they’d been standing guard at the bottom of Lake Laogai, and the next, they were gasping for breath at its surface. Well, all except for…
Her chest hurt. It ached, and burned, but she wasn’t sure if it was from how fast her heart was beating (how fast could a heart beat, anyway?), or if it was from the crushing pressure at the bottom of the lake (is this what cracked ribs felt like? is this what Jet…?)
She looked down when Longshot reached out one shaking hand to cup her jaw. His calloused thumb caught and dragged in the cakey red paint on her cheekbones, and she knew there would be streaks down her face, trails of Longshot’s ragged touch. Would it look like she’d been crying blood? Crying tears didn’t feel like nearly enough…
Longshot gazed up at her from where he was sprawled along the bank. He’d lost his hat, and his hair tie. He’d probably also lost his quiver and his bow. It felt stupid to notice. Those things…they were his — they were him — but in the grand scheme, they were also insignificant. They’d already lost so much…
Longshot’s hand had frozen on her face. His fingers, his eyes…his whole body still but for the stuttered rise and fall of his chest. They’d always been able to speak without words, but this time, the silence between them was empty, hollow. There was nothing left to say.
“Shot—” she choked out, because the silence — this silence — was going to swallow her whole. But her voice was as brittle as she felt, and it crumbled under the weight of her anguish.
He lifted his head and pinched his eyebrows together, as if to say, “I know…I know…” And then a moment later he was pulling her towards him. Her body hinged forward at the waist without her realizing why he was beckoning, her trust in him intrinsic. His fingers flexed, so slight she barely felt it, and she saw his jaw tighten, and his brows raise. But before she could decipher, before she could translate, his lips were on hers. 
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