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They

T: Too fucking bad if you don't like it.

H: Hell if I care about whether or not you believe in it.

E: Everyone needs to realize it's possible to be neither.

Y: You can shut the door on your way out.

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Confused

Asami's generally loose pants complimented her rear nicely as she bent under the hood of her Satomobile with a monkey-wrench. Or so Korra thought, stealing glances from behind her.

Korra has been becoming increasingly aware of the attention and thought she'd been giving Asami lately. Moreso the kind of attention really. She had always admired Asami, but the feeling had become something light and fluttery. She stands and goes inside brusquely, causing the brothers to share a confused glance.

Yeah, she'd heard of same-sex couples before and found nothing wrong with it, but that isn't... her. She'd loved Mako anyway. Korra shakes her head. She knows exactly what this is.

"Keeping this to myself for now," she sighs before going back out and pretending nothing is wrong.

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asami sato: not as straight as one might think

inspired by this post

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I saw this and thought of @fleamontpotter.

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Ok why the FUCK do a bunch of naked women keep following me? Like I'm flattered but bro...

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A champion of our people.

‪I once watched a woman pop off all 10 of her press-on nails into the trash before walking into a lesbian bar

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Dude how often do you shower?

Reverse cowgirl and doggie style are the same in space

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Can they be my friends?

The atla characters as things my friends have said:

Aang: I’m about the size of a four-year old on stilts but is that going to stop me from reaching that top shelf in the supermarket? Well yea, actually, it is.

Katara: I want my nose contour to be so sharp I can stab bitches like a fucking sword fish. *tries to stab me with her nose*

Sokka: I almost got hit by a bus because I saw someone handing free croissants across the street, but it was totally worth it.

Toph: it’s hard to find a friend who’s cute, beautiful, generous, sexy, caring, smart… so my advice to all of you is don’t lose me.

Zuko: life is hard but some baguettes are harder.

Suki: so long gayboys!

Azula: I’m actually a nice person? Just too bad I have mood-swings, aggression problems and a bitchface.

Mai: some girls like to distract men with their boobs. I distract them with my sick knife near their balls.

Ty lee: I put a rainbow on top to give them the subtle hint that I’m gay as fuck.

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Just wanna share this cute little cauldron I just bought!

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I'm back!

Hey lovelies! Sorry for the absence. I'm back and ready to expand beyond Korasami! While you can still expect PLENTY of posts concerning our favorite ship, you'll also be seeing other ATLA and LOK material as well as unrelated poetry and short stories, fun white witchcraft stuff, and of course: art!!

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Rapid, nonstop balls of flame rip the air and ignite every target in sight.

"Not good enough, Zuzu," a memory stabs him. "I'll always be better." Her voice has never stopped ringing in his ear.

Sweat trickles over the rough, leathered skin on the side of his face. He growls and balls his fists tighter. His flames burn brighter. Hotter. More dangerous.

"Pathetic," his sadistic father says in his mind. He will never forget that twisted smile. Like that of a dark, malignant spirit. That smile haunts his dreams even now as a 22 year old man.

"GRRRAHHH!" he breaths a cloud of fire that could've come from a dragon and steps back, panting. "Get out..." he whispers, just a scared child right now. "Get out of my head. You have no power over me any longer." It's all a bluff, and his waking nightmares call it. He envisions his father's eelhound smile and a flash of light. He feels the searing agony all over again. The physical agony hadn't let up for months. The emotional still comes from time to time. Like now, when it shatters his chest and sends him to his knees. He clutches his hair almost hard anough to pull it out. "GET OUT!" he screams roughly.

"Zuko!" Katara calls, running up behind him. She kneels next to him, a hand on his back. "Zuko, it's nod real anymore..."

The Firelord nods, and a rare tear falls onto the grass as the person who once hated him the most lets him fall to pieces on her shoulder. She was his best friend. She had been in every life and would continue to be so forevermore.

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Ugghhhh

Everything's been insane. I wanna post everyday like a good little blogger but it's hard to be inspired with all this stress. Also, I have this problem: I'm falling into the trap of farming for notes instead of writing what calls to me. The works I'm proud of don't get as many notes, which I should be okay with. And sometimes I'm inspired by stuff that's completely unrelated to Korrasami, which should also be fine. Artistic integrity, or integrity of any kind is pretty hard. I can pump out any old Korrasami piece any night and get notes. But my heart wouldn't be in it.

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Haven't posted originally in a few days due to stress, but I should be back soon. Planning out some fanart this time.

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Love this piece

A finished version of the sketch.

Prints for sale at my store!

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I love every part of this

commission for silkarc for Ronin Korra

more on my Patreon!

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Korrasami Week, Day 7: Family

It was everything you'd expect a prison to be. Grey walls, clanking, steel bars, dim lights. Asami hated it here. She stepped forward through the throngs of people bustling back and forth, coughing slightly on cigarette smoke and the smell of sweat. "Busy day for visiting, I guess," she thinks to herself.

A distinguished looking gentleman with greying hair and glasses, sporting drab prison attire and handcuffs is sitting at a table in the back corner of the room. He smiles sadly when he sees his little girl. He doesn't deserve for her to visit, even as rarely as she does, and he knows it. Every time he sees her, he remembers their mech battle. Standing over her after she'd fallen, wound up and ready to... deliver the last blow. He tries hard to push the unforgivable act from his mind.

"Hello, Asami," he smiles at her as she approaches.

"Hi dad..." she stops about five feet from the table and looks at him. She remembers too. But she finishes her excrutiating, 20-foot journey and sits accross the table from him.

"So... Ah... How's my lovely daughter-in-law?"

"Korra's... Korra's good."

"Good, good... No pi sho today?"

"No... Today's for something else. Maybe next week."

Mr. Sato's face lights up at the thought of her visiting again so soon.

Quite unexpectedly, Asami takes her father's hand in her own. "I love you, dad..."

A tear wells in his eye, and Asami looks away slightly to hide the tears in her own. "I don't deserve it. And I don't know if you can believe me, but I love you too."

"I know, dad. That's why I'm here. 'Cause I do love you, and I thought you'd want to meet your granddaughter." She looks up into her father's elated eyes and a tear of strength traces her cheek. She turns toward the door and beckons.

Korra steps through the thinning wave of visitors and prisoners from the door to the table with the broadest, most proud smile a mother could have. In her arms is a bitty, little Earth Kingdom girl. "Would you like to hold her?" Korra asks.

Mr. Sato nods, speechlessly grinning and weeping. Despite his cuffs, he wraps his arms protectively around his precious granddaughter the moment Korra lays her in his arms.

With a giggle and a smile, the baby wraps a hand as tightly as she can around her granddad's index finger.

Asami wipes away what is a flood of tears now, rises, and hugs her father. Forgiveness floods through her and flows into him. "Baby Toph has spoken. You really have changed."