#Korra: *inhales*

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Paparazzi: Please we just want to interview you all! Korra, holding the door down: Damn it they found out about us! Kyoshi, helping her: So uhhhh what do we do? Yangchen: Sigh, we could just answer their questions. Korra and Kyoshi: Yeah no our public image isn't the best, and we really suck with that type of stuff. Aang: I'm a child. :) Kuruk: I don't deal with people. Roku: Something tells me we'll regret talking with them. So, no. Yangchen: FINE! I'll talk to them. What's the worst that can happen?

Reporter: Yangchen! Yangchen! What's it like being the only Dom in a long line of Subs? Yangchen: This panel is closed!

[doyouevermakeasound]

Whumptober Day Fourteen: Water Inhalation

TW: Kidnapping, head injury, pneumonia

When he came to his head pounded and nausea came in unrelenting waves.  The ground underneath him shuddered and his mind struggled to find the reason.

An earth bender?  No.  A car.  Mako forced his eyes open and tried to make sense of his surroundings and whenever the nausea got to be too much he closed them again.  

“This one passed out again.”  He felt a nudge against his leg.  

“He’s no good to us if he dies.  Ming-Hua, any chance you can heal him?”  A gravelly voice filtered through.

“Do I look like I can heal him?”  The voice was sharp and it triggered something for Mako.

The fight.  Bolin and him were so clearly outmatched and yet they fought.  He opened his eyes and looked for his brother.  Right next to him lay Bolin whose chest rose and fell in shuddering breaths.  

Well that wasn’t good.  He’d seen this before on the streets, pneumonia.  Bolin had been left with the water and earth bender after she had taken him out.

“Bolin?”  He tried to get his brother’s attention but he didn’t stir.  When he tried to move he found that his hands and legs were bound.  That and he hurt everywhere.  

He lifted his head to look at his captors despite the pounding headache.  “Bolin needs help.”

The water bender, Ming-Hua, just laughed.  “So?”

Another voice, Zaheer struck fear in Mako spoke up.  “Ming-Hua.  If we are to give these two to the Earth Queen don’t you think they should at least arrive alert and not at death’s door?”

He couldn’t see Ming-Hua’s reaction but he could hear her scoff but he could see Bolin shudder for a moment before a small trail of water escaped his lips.  Instantly his breathing became clearer.  

Mako wouldn’t thank the Red Lotus out loud but he could feel a small amount of relief bubbling beneath the surface.  He shut his eyes again as his head throbbed again and he was dangerously close to vomiting.  At least his brother was alright for the moment, that was all that mattered.  

[ipodfresa]

summary: korra always has her way so when reader tries to be sneaky, korra can't help but have her fun

warnings: established relationship,restraint kink, cursing, fingering (r! receiving), little slap, use of words "cunt, pussy, mound", spitting, slight degradation, praise, some after care.

a/n: im high and this is my first fic/ oneshot so expect errors. i wrote this entirely for myself so you dont have to like it, just dont be mean

"please just this once korra!" you breathlessly laugh. muffled snickers are heard above you, one hand gripping your arm, the other gripping your thigh. making your failed attempt at trying to kick away from her.

every time korra wants to play games, she has to win. if it's go fish, she has already won 3 times now. mario kart? forget it, she's yelling in your face like a prepubescent boy who is playing with his friends by saying "LET'S GOOOOOO".

korra does not let up and she makes sure you know that. though, this time you initiated it. walking out of your shared room, you see the back of korra's head sitting on the couch. the opened window causing the sun to pool inside the shared apartment, lighting up the side of her face.

''she's probably reading,' you thought to yourself as a sly smirk crept up on your face, seeing how her head was tilted downwards. you wanted to surprise her, to hear her scream like she always does to you when you have your back turned towards her, minding your sweet business. you continue to take a few steps toward her before you leap forward, tumbling and bringing the girl down with you.

“you little shit-” korra spits out, laughter hinting in her voice, immediately shifting to her knees before she flips you onto your back leading to where you are now. her book, wide open. crumpled pages right under her right knee as she fights you off.

“please! you never let me-” you get cut off as she’s already flipping you onto your tummy. strong thighs cage your own, her hands bringing your arms behind you, pining them onto your back. your left cheek smushed onto the carpet floor. the woman above breathing rapidly, staring down at your defeat.

“now, why would you think that would've worked?” she pants, tilting her head in amusement to peek at your adorable squished face. all you can do is focus on how her hips are grounded onto you. you can't help but shift your hips as if your body is reacting to this familiar feeling.

“it's my turn to win now,” you grumbled, trying to annunciate the words as your face was being mushed into the ground. korra tightens her grip on your arms, pressing her upper body down onto your back, lips going towards your right ear.

"so why aren't you trying to get me off?" she whispers so softly that your whole body shudders. she traced the shell of your ear with her lips. she couldn't help but smile as she felt your hips below hers grinding back into her hips.

"stop being dirty you-" you get those words out before you feel her body shift upwards. she uses her other arm now to pull your lower body half up, getting you in an arch and a nice view of how your shorts are scrunched up between the space where your thigh and crotch meet.

"im being dirty? you started rubbing your ass on me! did that seriously turn you on?" korra teases, playing with the elastic band on your shorts. she picks it up and snaps it back in place. "how much do you want to bet that you're wet right now?"

you aren't going to bet because you are wet. as soon as she gripped your arms in one hand behind your back, your body submitted. you groaned, trying to shuffle away from her fingers teasing you. she rubs her hand right over your left ass cheek, before pulling your shorts down. the soft material pooling at your mid-thigh, feeling the chilled air on your exposed slit. you gasp, inhaling sharply as you feel her middle and ring finger collecting the slick between your folds.

"fuck.." she says softly under her breath, rubbing the slick between her fingers. you’re just whining and squirming, trying to chase back at the feeling of her fingers on your cunt.

"korra.." a small whine escapes your now swollen lips, caused by you trying to hide your arousal as if it wasn't clear between your thighs. you hear her amused chuckle, her hand going back to dipping into your wetness. she rubs her fingers soothingly, making sure to put enough pressure when she reaches your clit.

"hmm, babe? what were you gonna say?" she asks, making eye contact with your sweet watering eyes. she can't help but flash you a little smile as she continues to rub at your clit. you on the other hand are trying to keep your eyes open, threatening to roll them back as she applies delicious pressure on your cunt.

"mm korra please.." tilting your head a bit more so you can get a good look at how sexy she looks above you. her hair that fell out of her ponytail perfectly framing her face, a flushed pink decorates her cheeks, and you see how her eyes are drooping with desire. before you can even register what's going to happen, you barely see her hand moving maybe 5 inches away from your pussy, swiftly spanking your mound. a shudder erupts from your body, causing a gasp to a moan leaving your mouth.

"use your words, tell me what you want baby." she quickly cups your cunt as a way to apologize and soothe your pussy from the previous slap. her voice is like music to your ears, a hot sensation in your tummy. your head already feeling fuzzy, trying to think of your response.

" fill me.. with mfmm.. your fingers, please korra," whining, going back to nibbling your bottom lip. korra groans, rubbing your puffy clit before she starts to fill you up with her index finger.

"goood girl. you're gonna let me fuck you, yeah?" she asks, a smile in her voice. you nod as your eyes flutter close, leaving your mouth agape so your whines and moans can be heard. korra continues to have that grip on your arms as she fucks you with her finger, going from slow to fast, to hooking and unhooking her finger to open you up for another. as she almost takes her index finger out of you, she slips her middle finger alongside her index.

"ahh! fuck yes korra," you moan out, shifting your legs as she adds a second finger into your sopping wet cunt. you can't help but get embarrassed as wet creamy sounds are filled into the living room. you hear the woman above you softly gasping as she cant rip her eyes away from your messy cunt, watching her fingers plunge in and out of you. your walls fluttering around her fingers, allowing yourself to feel complete mush. korra continues to fuck your pussy, her face coming towards your cunt. you feel a warm liquid sliding down your folds as it meets with her fingers, mixing with your arousal. you gasp as you realize what it is, immediately feeling your walls clench under korras fingers.

"fuck, are you gonna come baby? yeah? you dirty little minx, like when i spit in this pussy huh?" she says as her lips are right next to your ear. she nibbles on your lobe, smirking as she scissors her fingers inside you. you choke up. you feel the band in your stomach about to snap and you just want to feel korras lips on yours. you pry open your eyes and pout your lips, "yes korra mhm.. kiss me please im gonna cum."

korra swears under her breath, immediately connecting her lips to yours. speeding her fingers up as she feels your walls tighten around her fingers. the girl moans in your mouth with you, letting you take whatever you need as you feel your orgasm starting to wash over you. all you can do is let out these high-pitched moans, korra nodding her head, signaling that you can come. her eyebrows furrowed, her wet muscle moving against yours in your mouth. she starts feeling your body give one last shudder before collapsing, letting the orgasm wash over you. she catches your body almost immediately as she feels you letting go, taking her fingers out and rubbing quick circles onto your swollen clit. you gasp so cutely that she just watches this orgasm taking over you and your senses. lil splashes of your slick hit the soft ground as she continues to help you ride out your orgasm. your body starts to pick a regular breathing pattern. korra lets go of your arms as they drop to your sides. your body feels completely blissed out, your mind blank as all you can do is just feel the soft rug under your bare half.

"i did not know you liked me restraining you like that," she laughed softly, kissing your cheek as she slowed her pace. you groan, moving away from her fingers as you feel it getting too much.

"oh shut upppp," you grumble, can't help but smile as you feel your body floating in its post-orgasm state. korra reaches down and takes a little bite of your shoulder.

"dont be embarrassed, it's cute." she says, giving a kiss to the little bite mark on your shoulder. rubbing your back, korra lets you lay as long as you need to recover from an intense orgasm, which will always be her favorite part.

[whatifitookalilnap]

Lin, groaning as Korra ends up pissing off another councilman: I do not know what to do about that girl, she’s making me lose my mind!

Tenzin, sighing tiredly: look, at this point all we can do is focus on making this right

Korra, slamming the door open: hey losers I’m going on a date with Asami, I’ll be back before midnight!

Lin: we are not done discussing your little spat with the councilman, young lady!

Tenzin: that’s right, you better stay here until we can sort out how to apologize to that man after you told him he has the brain of a jellyfish. JELLYFISH DO NOT HAVE BRAINS!

Korra: exactly, and neither does he! I’ll be more than happy to converse with you two after my date. LATER HATERS! *jumps out the nearest window and airbends away*

Lin, inhaling deeply: okay, how the hell did we manage to break up literal decades ago without having kids together, only to now end up coparenting a rebellious teenage girl that just so happens to be the damn Avatar?!

Tenzin, quite literally about to burst a blood vessel: I genuinely do not know

[risingsoleil]

Thank goodness for the Linzin mid-yeat revival. It's keeping me sane.

My nerd side loves the idea of future generations looking back into historical couples. Think on the literal compilation of Napoleon's love letters but make it Tenzin's, or the study of Queen Victoria's complete devotion to her husband but make Lin.

Idk, there's something about true love stories in historical power couples that seems so in tune with them.

This gives me reincarnation AU vibes!

A hundred years later, when a new Avatar helps bring balance to the world, a nonbending woman visits the museum with her nonbending boyfriend.

They've only started dating about a month, but the moment they first met, their hearts and souls were reunited. Even with one glance, all they felt was love, safety, peace, and home with each other. As if they had known each other their entire lives and had finally found the other.

An exhibit at the museum dedicated to all the Avatars and the important figures/mentors has opened to the public. The man has suggested they check it out and his girlfriend sighs and goes along with it.

They walk through the maze of chambers and rooms, recording videos of the holographs. One section boasts AI and the man scoffs at the idea of a respectable museum giving in to a dangerous technology. It's educational, but he has conflicting views on it.

Avatar Korra is the last room and somehow, the energy and vibes in this room are heavier compared to the others. The woman walks with her hands behind her back, viewing the photographs and reading the paragraphs about them. Then she sees the statue of Chief Lin Beifong standing beside Master Tenzin.

Her heart flutters as she stares at them in awe and fascination. She can't move, blink, or speak. There's something about the hardened and fierce expression on Chief Beifong's face that resonates for her. Beifong has the same green eyes as her and she can't tear her gaze away from the two scars. What could have caused that? Was it from her job? Was there an accident? What is it like to bend metal and earth?

Warm arms slide around her waist from behind. "You kinda look like her, Poppy."

She raises a brow and turns in his arms. "Is that a good thing?"

He smiles and kisses her cheek. "Yes. She's beautiful."

"Hmph."

"Not as beautiful as you, but she looks like you except with years of wisdom."

"Who's an earthbender, metalbender, and can kick ass."

Her boyfriend shrugged.

Poppy shook her head and shifted her attention to the airbending master. "You look like him."

"I wouldn't look good bald. And I don't like red."

"But you have the same eyes and light blue tattoos."

"Wow babe. Such a convincing comparison."

Poppy walked out of his arms, but grasped his hand gently pulled him to inspect the first airbending child of Avatar Aang. She studied the red, yellow, and orange robes. "Red is nice. It's the color for war, passion, fire."

He hummed unimpressed.

She wriggled her hand against his. "Come on, Lao. Entertain me."

Lao read the text detailing Master Tenzin's work and life. "They're exes...that's so sad." He pulled Poppy closer, wrapping his arm around her shoulder protectively. "I wonder why they didn't work out. They knew each other their whole lives and grew up together."

Poppy rested her head against his shoulder. "Sometimes things just happen," she muttered sadly. "Maybe they wanted different things. She didn't have any kids and he had kids right after they broke up."

Her boyfriend clicked his tongue, his hold on her tightening. "Probably to save the airbenders..." Lao inhaled deeply, wiping his eyes and shaking his head. "They came back anyway."

She hugged his waist, rubbing his side soothingly until the strange and sudden emotions passed. Lao gave her a soft smile. "You okay?"

"Mhm. Yeah, I'm fine because you're in my life."

She mirrored his smile and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm glad we're not famous and we can live the way we want."

[btheleaf]

Necrosis :)

read it on AO3 from the Whumptober2024 masterlist 700 words

Tenzin sat with his eyes downcast as Katara yet again inspected the tips of his fingers. The skin had turned black days ago, and he wasn’t completely ignorant of his situation. He knew the news was going to come eventually. The world’s greatest healer had raised him, after all.

Despite knowing it was hopeless, he was willing to keep up with the excessive healings for as long as his mother and sister would persist. Today though, the healing stopped and Katara started taking notes. Measuring. Murmuring to herself. He closed his eyes to fight back the threatening tears and wondered when the damage from the Red Lotus attack would stop. When would the loss and suffering end?

His chest constricted as the weight of the long-forgotten moniker pressed down on him so hard that he forgot to breathe for a minute.

The Last Airbender.

Not entirely true, he reminded himself. There were plenty of harmonic convergence airbenders who wanted nothing to do with the Air Nation.

How strange to not be the last of his element, but to be the last of a culture, of a way of life.

Why hadn’t they left him in the temple? He would have preferred to feel his flesh melt from his skin, have his eyes evaporate from his skull, feel his bones crack and pop like hot coals instead of being forced to survive. He would have gladly remained there as the entire mountain melted down to nothing but a sickening resemblance of a waxy candle burned down to the very base.

His children, his wife, the new airbenders, Korra and her friends, the Northern Air Temple, the entire avatar cycle were all gone because of him.

Technically, he even managed to get his father killed a second time as Aang's spirit no longer lived on inside the avatar.

“Remember to breathe, son.”

Though it hurt to be alive, he took the breath.

The fight replayed in his head for the millionth time. Maybe if he hadn’t tried to avoid Ming-Hua’s attack, or if he had turned the other way and seen P’Li’s combustion blast… Maybe if had inhaled instead of exhaled, jumped higher, hit harder, ran faster, done more he wouldn’t have been incapacitated and maybe Zaheer wouldn’t have put him in chains that were too tight and left him to rot in a second location.

“I’m sorry, Tenzin, but we’re going to have to remove the dead tissue. There’s nothing my healing can do for it now.”

Tenzin finally opened his eyes and looked at his hands. Everything from the tip of each digit down to the middle knuckle was black. He wiggled them and felt nothing. His toes were the same. A tear slipped down his cheek into his beard. He lost everything else, he might as well lose this too. Katara’s steady hand lifted his chin and a tear slipped from his other eye.

“Everything is going to be okay.”

He was quiet for a moment as her words worked their way through his pain-addled mind. Not for the first time since everything happened, he wondered if the lack of blood flow affected his brain as well.

Tears rolled down his face faster as he stared at her blankly. His mouth opened and he thought he would finally scream, finally express the rage that had been building inside, but the shaking exhales that started off as quiet sobs quickly devolved into pathetic gasps for air.

The sound coming from his mouth still sounded like crying, but he knew it was laughter. Everything is going to be okay. The words broke what fragment of sanity he had been holding onto and pulverized it into grains of sand that slipped through his necrotized fingers. He laughed while tears streamed down his face, he just couldn’t stop.

Everything is going to be okay.

Everyone he loved was gone, Air Nation culture would die with him, the fate of the world rested in no one’s hands now because of him and certainly nothing important would ever rest in his hands ever again. Nothing was okay.

Tenzin laughed like a madman as the final precious threads of sanity slipped away. He lost everything, even his fingers and toes, it only seemed appropriate that he lose his mind as well.

[drvcxrys]

hello guys! i'm going to post this starter call and also a plot call for the event. feel free to ask the starters that you like or just like to plot, for the starter call, there is no cap. i'm going to put under this read more who is there willingly and who is there not and also the ones that are open for death has an asterisk so you can see <3

willingly went in:

alice cullen

edward cullen (characters encounter a pit trap, so obvious they almost want to explore) kaiden (monster: werewolf)carlisle cullen (monster: masked murderer wearing the Ghostface mask)laurent da revin (monster: minotaur) kate denali (characters enter a portion of the maze to find it completely dark.)

*anna of arendelle

*betty cooper

*beverly marsh

*buffy summer

*caitlin snow

*caroline forbes

enzo st. john (though relatively empty the plant life whispers threats and warnings to people in this portion of the maze. It tells them to give up on their progress)

claudia

emma swan

patia por´co (monster: masked murderer wearing the ghostface mask) killian jones (monster: giant spiders)

*hermione granger

hagrid (though relatively empty the plant life whispers threats and warnings to people in this portion of the maze. It tells them to give up on their progress) harvey hufflepuff (the area is just absolutely full of croaking frogs. they aren’t dangerous but they are loud and difficult to step around) james potter (monster: a hoard of geese)

*hope mikaelson

rebekah mikaelson (monster: living scarecrow) klaus mikaelson (characters wander in to a giant feast, long empty tables piled high with food, with chairs much too high for anyone human to sit in.) josie saltzman (monster: skeletons)

*isabelle lightwood

max lightwood (monster: ghosts) leia organa (monster: skeletons)

jill roberts

tatum riley (the area is just absolutely full of croaking frogs. they aren’t dangerous but they are loud and difficult to step around.) stu macher (characters wander in to a giant feast, long empty tables piled high with food, with chairs much too high for anyone human to sit in.)

kara danvers

lexie grey (characters are greeted by two beings the size of children but with pumpkins for heads arrive with a cart, gesturing for characters to get in) alex danvers (monster: living corn attempting to eat characters. It is still the size of regular corn.)

katara

korra (characters enter a mud filled portion of the maze, where their footsteps feel heavy, and every push further seems to sink them farther and farther into the mud.)

lila pitts

diego hargreeves (monster: a swarm of bats)

*lissa dragomir

isaac lahey (monster: ghosts)

*nancy wheeler

rapunzel corona

*samanha carpenter

kirby reed (monster: gelatinous cube) billy loomis (monster: masked murderer wearing the ghostface mask) feng xing (monster: stormtroopers)

sara lance

sheila hammond

kevin snipe (monster: minotaur)bloo regard (monster: a rat with a gun)marco del rossi (monster: murderous clown)

usagi tsukino

madoka kaname (characters walk into this portion of the maze to immediately be caught in a giant spider web, trapping them.)

wednesday addams

dragged in:

*annabeth chase

*annie cresta

*bianca di angelo

bree tanner

choi nam ra

*daenerys targaryen

drogon (monster: dementors) aelin (the husks of corn emit a poisonous gas, making characters weaker the longer they breath it in)

daphne bridgerton

eloise bridgerton (monster: a rat with a gun) edmun bridgerton (monster: living corn attempting to eat characters. It is still the size of regular corn.)

*effy stonem

*elizabeth midford

*hanna marin

heidi volturi

yoon chi woo (monster: a hoard of geese) victoria sutherland (characters encounter a pit trap, so obvious they almost want to explore)

intouch chatpokin

*jane

*jean grey

jessica riley

malia tate

peter hale (the area exists as a zone of truth, making characters incapable of lying. characters are aware of this when they enter the space)

*manaow

team siriyothin (characters reach a dead end, full of pollen spores, which when inhaled make characters feel drunk for the next hour)

*mary stuart

lola fleming narcisse (characters enter a mud filled portion of the maze, where their footsteps feel heavy, and every push further seems to sink them farther and farther into the mud)

*melinda halliwell

piper halliwell (monster: living scarecrow)

myrcella baratheon

*narcissa black

rabastan lestrange (monster: skeletons) lily evans (characters encounter a pit trap, so obvious they almost want to explore)

*rhaena targaryen

lucerys valeryon (monster: a rat with a gun)

sharon carter

daisy johnson (characters walk into this portion of the maze to immediately be caught in a giant spider web, trapping them) peggy carter (the area is just absolutely full of croaking frogs. they aren’t dangerous but they are loud and difficult to step around.)

*victoire weasley

fred weasley (monster: minotaur) fleur delacour (characters enter a portion of the maze to find it completely dark) teddy lupin (monster: dementors)

win wanichakarnjonkul

*yelena belova

[nyamadermont]

You Cover Me With Water

@flashfictionfridayofficial

#FFF 206 Sink or Swim

Avatar: Legend of Korra

612 words

CW: Implied sexual content

[Image ID: A dark blue rectangle with a watery texture. The text #FFF 206 Sink or Swim" is centered, in white. /End ID]

A gift for @slowdissolve ahead of a busy day tomorrow.

Story below the cut.

Lin was running along behind Tenzin and Kya and Bumi when the earth lifted her straight up. She teetered, but kept her balance, just like Toph had taught her. 

She frowned. Toph hadn’t said anything. She was just following the others. She started to climb down the rock when she realized just how high she was. 

Back on the ground, Lin turned to her mother. “I wanna go with them!” When she stomped her foot, her whole body felt funny. 

“I know Kya is a water bender, but Bumi won’t keep track of you and Tenzin at the same time. I can’t follow you when you’re in the water, so you have to stay on the ground.”

Lin crossed her arms like Toph and Katara did. 

“I don’t need you.”

Her mother’s face changed a little, and Lin felt something strange. 

“You need me more than you think, Rock Lobster. Where is the ground? Under the water. You can’t breathe water. Don’t get in the water.”

An hour later, Lin cried herself to sleep in her mother’s lap with Katara soothing her older son. As she drifted to sleep, she heard Bumi’s voice saying, “She’s so much heavier than Tenzin, I couldn’t keep her from sinking…”

***

“Hey Badgermole!”

Lin scowled at her schoolwork and looked for something she could hurl at the infuriating Tenzin. 

“I told you not to call me that, Moon Peach.”

Tenzin skidded to a halt, his face already bright red.

When he didn’t say anything in response, she rolled her eye and slammed her pen down. “Come on, Tenzin. Out with it. I have work to do.”

“Pumice.”

Lin blinked. “Is a rock. Do you even know what a point is if it’s not on your head?”

Tenzin dug in a pocket of his robes and pulled out a small, pale, rough rock. He blew against it gently. It rolled along his hand and when it got to his fingertips, he flipped it up. He grabbed her water glass from her work table, and used it to catch the rock as it fell.

“Hey! I was drinking that!”

He shrugged. “I’m sure you can pull all the impurities out. I watched your mom train you on it enough.”

He stopped long enough to bring the glass in front of her and wait for her to look at it. 

Her irritation was growing. She had three papers to write, Toph wanted her bills paid, and she still had to pick Su up from dance class. 

“Point, Tenzin. No time, no patience.”

“It floats. Some kinds of rocks float. Even if they’re all rough and sharp to hold.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, and she frowned. 

“So what. It floats. It doesn’t write my papers or do my chores. Why are we talking about pumice?”

“You can float, Lin. Rocks don’t only sink.”

She blinked again, trying to collect her thoughts. 

But just as she opened her mouth to say… something, the rock released a little bubble of air, spun over, and settled to the bottom of the glass. 

She didn’t even look at him. 

***

The water in the pool lapped over the edge, spilling over the rocks. With a final groan, they stilled. 

Kya pressed her forehead against Lin’s, pressing down with her whole body. 

Lin’s breath shook, and slowly evened. Her arms lay weakly at her sides, her fingers caressing Kya’s legs. 

Kya kissed Lin’s face gently, savoring the soft feel of her. 

Lin inhaled, and brought her hands up to Kya’s face. 

“You cover me with water." She kissed her, pulling her closer.

"I should sink, but now I finally know how it feels to swim.”

[appalesbian]

(You don't have to answer all of these if you don't want to but) 👻🚀🎁

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

I don’t know about wildest, but a random one is that Korra taught herself to juggle at some point as a kid/teenager and actually got pretty good at it. Not for any real reason, just because she was bored and alone too much.

On a similar note, I also hc that Korra has a really in-depth backstory for Naga that’s a massive inside joke with herself. Like yes, Naga is her beloved companion but if you ask Korra, she’s also secretly a career criminal on a mission to decimate the local squirrel toad population. Korra also has a silly voice that she does to imitate Naga but she’ll only do it around people she’s really close to.

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

I usually have a very broad outline before I start writing something to get general story beats, but I don’t always stick to it. Many times as I’m writing, I stumble upon something I like better than my original idea, so I’ll tweak the outline to make it fit.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Current WIP is in very very early stages but here’s a snippet from what I hope to be the first chapter:

The shiny new Satomobile came barreling around the corner, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris and nearly knocking Korra off her feet.

“Hey, watch it!” she yelled after it. “Asshole!”

The Satomobile, of course, did not respond, merely continued to tear down the street without a care in the world. Korra straightened her blouse, ran a hand through her hair, and readjusted the strap of her bag, which had come precariously close to falling off of her shoulder. She closed her eyes and took a deep, measured breath. Inhale… exhale…

Today was the first day of the rest of her life, and no one would take that from her. Starting today, she was a free, independent woman, making her own way in the world. And if that meant dressing in stuffy, uncomfortable clothes and working for minimum wage, so be it.

[st4rc0ve]

⋆⁺₊ ༄ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄

hi, there! i'm soph. twentie-one. she/her pronouns.

i'm a full-time graduate student. feel free to talk to me about literally anything! i love to chat.

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[airteacher]

One word: calm

Tenzin is plagued by concerns while meditating.

"Breathing in calm, breathing out peace. Calm..." He inhales. "Peace..." And exhales. Calm... Peace... Dad. They're not stilling.

[bolinity]

❖ || @feiiizhu

Bolin laughed along with her as she pointed out his habitual spontaneity. "I know you're trying to be nice, but my dad's side of the family is big enough that they'll always have someone open to receiving guests, no matter when we drop by — especially since they've got lots of space to entertain at the Sato Estate. You know Grandma Yin always has a pitcher of her cherry-berry lemonade ready!" He again laughed for a bit before his face turned a little more serious.

"Buuuut, unfortunately ever since my dad left Ba Sing Se, he had only ever sent one letter home. Grandma showed it to me and Mako the first time we met her and from what I saw, he only mentioned that Mom was from the Fire Nation, so... there won't be any leads there." Bolin took in a deep inhale before sighing loudly. "Basically out of everyone in the whole world that I know of, Mako knows the most about her, only because he knew her two years longer than I did." He breathed a huff of a laugh to add some levity to the topic.

"But let's see... so we've got the possible locations for one-or-multiple-trips-around-the-world of Omashu," he started counting off on his fingers. "The Spirit World... which we should probably ask Korra and Asami about recommendations. Uh... Just saying the 'Fire Nation' seems pretty, like, vague since it's a WHOLE nation. Zaofu so we can visit your folks and bros... Hmm..." The earthbender hummed in thought. "Did you wanna visit your grandma too? I bet Korra could give us directions to where she's been living."

ㅤㅤ❝𝓞h, the spirit world can be on the table!❞ Opal said happily, having not really thought about that being an option that they could explore. Now that the doors to both worlds were open for a handful of years, Opal had yet to venture into the spirit world. She had spent much time protecting the Republic City portal, but going into it was something that was unfamiliar to the Beifong. ❝If we don't do all these in one go, we can always take multiple trips throughout our next ventures.❞ She offered. ❝But Omashu would be unique to visit. I've been there a couple times briefly but didn't go too far into the city. Just delivery stuff.❞ She said with a small pout. ❝As for the fire nation, I think that is a must for you. It would be really nice to see where you come from. And maybe your grandma could give you more information about your mother's family... It might be a little much meeting up with them so suddenly. But not doing things in stride is kind of your go-to.❞ Opal added with a laugh.

|| @bolinity

[nyamadermont]

An Old Friend

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#FFF211 An Old Friend

Avatar: Legend of Korra

681 words

It had always been part of her schedule for this day, to spend the last hour before the rush in solitude and reflection. (Not meditation, never that.)

Once it had become clear to them that there were more people who wanted to take part in the process than could legally fit in Lin’s sato, she decided she needed a schedule. She needed to take control of the situation.

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In the course of planning, she found herself cycling among her feelings. Astonishment that anyone thought this event was noteworthy in the slightest. Embarrassment at how little she actually knew about the varied customs that required harmonization. Warmth as her mind touched on everyone she considered as family, and then kept naming more names.

And then, unwelcome, was the pressure she felt. What needed to be said to this person or that. How many people would she have to talk to over the course of the day. How many people she didn’t want to see would invite themselves. The clothes, the food, the decorations, the venue.

The security.

Once the calendar rolled to the appointed day, how long would she be prevented from doing the only thing she wanted to do: retreat home, prepare dinner, and then retire for the night.

A plan was required.

So she set out a schedule, beginning a month before the final date. There were parties they were invited to, and parties they were expected to host. Rituals from three nations to observe, and a Fire Lord to welcome. Fittings. Gifts. Observances. A trip to Gaoling to visit the ancestral holdings, and her mother’s shrine. Then continuing to the South for Katara’s blessing.

The final week was a whirlwind of activity. She was beginning to think she would have to see everyone else in her life before she could see the only one she wanted.

She had made it clear, in three languages, in writing and in personal communication, that the day’s schedule was not subject to whim. There were just too many people involved.

Even Korra had quailed and relented, swearing on her mother’s life that she would create no disturbance. Voluntarily, anyway.

On the date of the event, Lin had acquiesced to the hair brushing, the bathing, the dressing. From the time she woke in the morning until two hours before the event, she turned herself over to her sister. The day’s schedule just said, “Su’s time.” No notes, no specifications. She had promised not to complain or fuss.

But once her qunqua was arranged, she let Su give her a hug, and she closed the door on everyone.

Careful of her hair, she rested her forehead against the door and relished the quiet.

She turned back into the room. Fresh air was what she needed.

She walked across to the windows, and opened all of the shutters. The day was glorious. A few light clouds drifted along. She could see the lemur troop playing in the trees in the distance.

The breeze was light, with just a hint of jasmine. She lifted her face to the light pressure of the wind, and, for the first time in two weeks, relaxed.

She inhaled deeply, feeling the air fill her lungs and the energy crackle through her extremities.

She opened her eyes to look around the island that had always been a second home.

Just beyond the skirts of the building she could see flying kites, weaving and dipping like fish in a pond. They were a riot of colors, but the ceremonial reds of a wedding day were prominent.

She leaned out to catch a glimpse of the children who must be flying them.

But only Tenzin stood below.

His slow, deliberate movements were flying more kites than she could count. Swans, mantas, dragons, even a phoenix.

She leaned out further, her movement catching his eye.

Even though he had known from the beginning that she wanted this hour alone, he was there for her.

In the final hour before her wedding, he knew the one thing she still needed:

The comfort of an old friend.

[kryptonavatar]

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[acupofqueercoffee]

“On again, off again, love you like oxygen”

whumptober 2022 // Lin Beifong x Reader

cw : implied self-harm

i got into watching legend of korra at the beginning of this year because of lin (only while watching it did i realise i’ve seen some of it on nickelodeon lol) and believe it or not i’ve been raking my brain for ideas of a good lin x reader ever since, but it has not been quite successful. however i got this little thing out for whumptober and having been inspired by it, i might write a longer piece for it when i’m feeling particularly in the mood

I have held my breath in a pool before, but this is nothing like that.

This is akin to plucking a thin, dainty silver betwixt a thumb and a forefinger, and willing my hand that seems to have a mind of its own not to gravitate towards the already messy canvas.

Of course, when has the body ever known to comply with the boring old brain when the ever arresting heart is right there?

After all, romantics tend to value insanity over sanity.

And just as it is out of my control that my hand decides to help the edge of a silver draw scarlet onto my skin, my nose will inhale, and my lungs will absorb regardless of what my brain tells them to do, or rather, what not to do.

In this battle that the heart has started so foolishly itself, it becomes the defeated.

The outcome is not so much a bombshell as a disappointment, I conclude, because in the end, what I want does not matter.

It is always what is supposed to be.

But alas, the water enveloping me is not a beautiful cerulean blue.

The water rushing into my lungs is a breathtaking emerald green.

She has stubbornness for a heart, and gentleness for hands.

She soothes the stings, writes poetry on the empty canvas of my soul, and breathes warmness into my ice cold lips.

Believe it or not. Being smothered in her embrace, even at the expense of having my breath taken away from me, does not feel suffocating.

It feels safe.

She drenches me in loving glances, swaddles me in words secretly shared, and finally, finally when I am least expecting, asphyxiate me with heartbroken eyes.

I will say; it is a slow, painful death.

“Do you take Lin Beifong to have and to hold from this day forward, to love and to cherish her, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others for as long as you shall live?”

“I do, I do, I do, oh I do!”

Except that it is not her name caressing my ears, leaving a trail of colourful flowers in its wake.

It is red hot tar seeping through the pores of my skin, eating away at my flesh and bones, until it tarnishes my lungs at which point will have long been shrivelled and sucked dry of air.

“Do you take this man to be your husband, to love him, to cherish him, to…”

Anytime now, I will be turning into sea foam, nothing more than flesh and bones ready to decay in the depressing currents.

“I am not yours and you are certainly not mine.”

Her words from last night echoes.

And as I stare beyond the man in front of me and intensely into the deepest depths of those greenest eyes, I utter with resolute conviction.

“I do.”

Perhaps in another world, another universe, another dimension, I will get to live life as Lin’s instead of a walking shell of a person who is simply not Lin’s.

[yell0wsalt]

“Are we there yet?” Asami lazily groaned.

Korra peeked an eye open which drifted over to Asami, and let out a chuckle.

“You know, every time you ask that it’s like taking a step backwards.”

“What do you mean?”

Korra opened both of her eyes and hummed in thought. “Well, I guess in your terms maybe like turning the clutch when you have to go.”

She clicked her tongue. “Korra, that’s not even how cars work. The clutch is supposed to…”

“Okay, enough. You're missing my point,” Korra quickly interrupted and turned to face Asami.

“You asking if we're ‘there yet’ is you being more concerned over the destination rather than the journey. ‘Getting there’ is the process and point of mediation: being able to let your mind and body go.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “That makes zero sense. How is anyone not supposed to think about anything?”

“Well I’m not surprised you’re struggling at that point. Your big brain is always on overdrive thinking about all your inventions like the smarty pants you are.”

Asami raised her eyebrows and huffed a laugh.

“Here, lemme try something.”

“Okayyy,” Asami said skeptically. “I feel like you’re going to do something to me, though.”

“Oh come on! Can’t do this without some trust. Did you wanna learn how to meditate or not?”

A long exhale through red lips. “Fine, okay. I’ll trust you.”

A small smile. “Thank you.”

“Anyways, here’s what I'm going to have you do. First copy my position and close your eyes.”

Asami obliged.

“Great now, think about everything that’s on your mind. All the fear, guilt, shame, grief, lies, illusions, and also what you love. Concentrate them into singular points.”

A heavy breath. Taking over as Future Industries CEO, losing her mother, not feeling good enough, her father’s betrayal, her father’s secrets, all of her friends and family found along the way…

Korra noticed the furrow in Asami's eyebrows, believing in her focus.

“Okay, have all the points you’ve taken into singular points and let them fall through your fingers like grains of sand.”

A long inhale through the nose then exhale through the mouth. At each point she did as Korra instructed. And each time she felt her body get lighter as if it was floating and getting washed over by calming sea waves.

Suddenly brought on as a CEO.

The death of her mother.

Feeling inadequate.

Her father’s betrayal and lies.

They all drifted away

And it was at the last one, did Asami take a breath and finally let go, feeling her head completely submerge under the sea.

Asami's approach to meditation: Are we there yet?