#boar-q-pine

[elizavp-art]

Day 23 - ATLA Toph Fanart

As per my previous post, I'm drawing the Gaang and their dæmons

For Toph I decided on Boar-q-pine, would you agree with my choice?

[orangepanic]

Mad about how few lines Asami actually had in the show for a main character and chronic love interest so here have someone who likes to listen to her talk.

"...thermal conduction. Market research says nobody wants gray ones though, they're too 'industrial', whatever that means. It seems brighter colors are in now, like red and yellow. But the marketing team are professionals and I'm not about to waste intel just because I disagree with it. So I asked the production team..."

General Iroh hummed his agreement and took another sip of his milk tea through his straw. The sweet treat was completely antithetical to his fitness routine but he worked hard and they tasted good, and anyway he couldn't argue with the company. Their Friday afternoon meeting at the little cafe across the street from City Hall was often the highlight of his week.

"...ridiculous call. Anyone with eyes could see he was in when he threw that disc. It'll probably cost the Boar-q-pines the championship if it isn't overturned. I hear the league is considering using mover cameras to film games so that they can go back and review major penalties like that. That won't help the Boar-q-pines this year but it's a fantastic application of..."

"It is," said Iroh. The milk tea tasted cold and delicious in the snug warmth of the cafe. Outside the rain was coming down in sheets. In that moment Iroh thought you couldn't pay him enough to be anywhere else.

"General, are you even listening to me?" Asami teased. She took a delicate sip of her own drink, a pink, sugary confection with enough caffeine in it to kill a komodo rhino.

Iroh blinked, surprised. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

A light blush stained Asami's pretty cheeks as she dropped her eyes. "Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume. Not everyone likes to hear me talk."

"I do," said Iroh. "You're the smartest person I know. I always want to hear what you think." And he could swear Asami's blush deepened.

[shoutoutout]

TL;DR: I’m posting the June backstory sections of my June x Azula roadtrip fic here since they work as standalone excerpts and focus on expanding her character :). More detail here: part one.

This super short section touches on the class differences within the ATLA world post-war which is a big source of conflict between the characters and shows a little bit of June's every day working life.

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At the war’s end, the Avatar and the Fire Lord went on a tour about the Earth Kingdom to socialize the ratification of the peace treaty and the reparations agreement. Each town they passed through held a festival in anticipation. The people were poor but they filled the streets with food and music and life again.

June traveled through one such town with a bounty: a merchant who owed the quickly growing Spiderfly Triad quite a bit. She caught him days away, attempting to steal a row boat and make his escape. She promptly tied him to her saddle. “So sorry,” she said, checking the knots around his wrists. She booped his nose, then mounted Nyla. “You’re not gonna get to go on that little trip.”

Maybe it was the length of the journey or the summer’s heat, but June lost track of time. He came to as they passed through the celebrations. The air was thick with the smell of roasting boar-q-pine. “What’s all this?” he asked, words still garbled from the toxin’s effect.

She glanced back at the merchant. “Circus is coming to town.”

He whistled in disbelief. “All this for the Avatar and the Fire Lord? Ha. That’s a laugh.”

The children in the street crowded around Nyla’s legs, reaching their little hands in an attempt to pet her fur. June snarled and sent them scattering and giggling into their palms. “What?” she asked with a sarcastic edge to match. “You don’t believe that hope is worth celebrating?”

"Look at me!" He raised his wrists and shook his binds at her. "No Fire Lord is gonna fix this. When you hand me over to those lousy Spiderflies you know what they’re gonna do to me? They’re gonna make me repay my debts, whichever way they see fit. And you know why I have those debts?”

June shrugged. “Beats me.” Perhaps she should have stopped for a kebab; the street vendors really did smell amazing.

“‘Cause I can’t make a damn living. Work my tail to the bone and it all just goes to the gangs for protection and the King for the nation—ain’t that a joke? I’d be better off just throwing it out the window.”

She smirked. “Yeah, remind me to try that next time.”

The festival thinned along the outskirts of town and the faint music followed them along the shifting breeze.

“Laugh now, but you and me? We’re the same breed. How come you’re not out there celebrating, huh?" The merchant wriggled, readjusting himself on the saddle. "‘Cause you’re working, just like me. All that Avatar stuff?” He let loose the dark chuckle of a doomed man. “That’s for history books, that ain’t for us.”

June set her jaw, pulling Nyla to a stop. She grabbed the man by the collar and lifted him over.

“Hey!” he shouted, squirming in her grasp.

She dangled him in front of Nyla who made quick work of lashing his chest. “You wanna know what’s different about us?” His muscles spasmed and he went rigid. She tossed him behind her, settling back into the silence of her own company. She could hear the birdsong again, dancing along the tree line. “I know exactly when to shut up.”

[phlurrii]

Meau's fur and body shape here reminds me of the Boar-q-pine from Avatar the Last Airbender.

The emotion in your comic is so awesome--My stomach is in knots! I hate that I don't know if child-Mew is alive or not, but I guess I'll have to wait to find out. X3

I was actually going for that look and feel so I’m SO happy it came across!! ;DD Since I also noticed a few lovely folk (you know who you are <3) ask about Meau’s reference sheet/ mega design, here’s all the concept sketches! She didn’t really have a sheet, but I had the vague idea. I wanted a kind of feral, sabertooth/kangaroo mix. I initially had a secondary design that was more refined and sleek, but I felt it didn’t fit the rage nor really fit the ancient vibe. It may be used as X evolution or maybe for mew themselves, but we’ll have to wait and see.

And thank you ;u;,, I know some bits were wonky, but I really hope it made the impact I was aiming for!! I promise I gets happier from here on out, we just needed this big outta the way ;3

[wishingforatypewriter]

Here's a short follow up to Marked in honor of Day 6 of Lin Beifong's Week (Soulmate AU). It doesn't count because it's not a new fic, but I thought I'd share it anyway.

They didn’t speak much during the match; they were both too serious about probending for that, but Lin was ever conscious of his presence beside her. She didn’t know what to make of him, this man with eyes like sunset, who split a bag of sizzle crisps with her and knew which kind of beer she wanted without having to ask. 

When the Boar-Q-Pines scored the winning goal, and she shouted “fuck yeah!” there was no well-meaning admonishment, no measured, “Language, Lin”—just a broad grin that could make even platinum bend. 

“You got money on this match?” he asked before polishing off his beer. 

“I don’t gamble,” she replied. “It’s against the law.” 

“Most things worth doing are,” he said with a wink and then stood, offering his arm. “Take a walk with me?”

Before she could find the words to refuse—it was late, she had a boyfriend, she hardly knew him—her hand with the soulmark reached out and placed itself on his bicep. She nearly gasped when she made contact, suddenly warm and weak-kneed like the time she’d sipped too much moonpeach wine at one of her grandmother’s galas.

“Not a lightweight, are you?”  

“No,” she replied. “It’s just…different, being this close.” 

“Like coming home.” 

Lin’s lips parted slightly as she gazed up at him, and it took everything within her to shift her focus away from his mouth.

“So where are we walking to?” she asked once they’d left the stadium and were drifting down the causeway among the throngs of probending fans. 

“I thought we might head down to Kwong’s,” he said. “Celebrate our team's win with some steaks and sake.”

“Sounds like my kind of night,” she told him. “But I shouldn’t.”

“And you’re the kind of person who always does what you should,” he said. “The kind of person who has more fun than anyone when they finally cut loose.” 

Lin scoffed. “You talk like you know me.” 

“I’d like to,” he said, “very much.” 

“Why? Don’t tell me you’re the type to let your life be dictated by a glorified  birthmark.”

“Linny, fifty years ago, we’d have been on opposite sides of a war. Before that we’d have been born on different continents, ones we probably would have never left. So much shit had to go right for us to be standing here right now, and I for one don’t plan to waste it.” 

“And what if I do?” Lin asked. 

“Then I’ll make my fortune and wait for you.” 

“Fortunes don’t impress me.” 

“Then what does, gorgeous?” 

“Good taste in restaurants, for one,” she said. “So I suppose we can go to Kwong’s. As friends.”

“To friendship, then,” he said as they turned onto Harmony Drive.

[kingwuko]

windswept ch7 preview?

Of course anon! I've been working on some other things but I promise Windswept has my attention as well. I'm pretty early on in my first draft, but here's a little snippet:

“Oooh, I like this one!” Wu has been admiring sculpture after sculpture, but he fixates on a particularly large piece. Mako meanders over to see what Wu is looking at. Mako’s not sure how to feel about this one. It feels sort of… angry. Violent? Tall triangles jut up, reaching for the sky, while thin spikes stick in and out in every direction. There’s two wires weaving in and out of the mess. The wires tightly wrap around each other in some parts, then splay far apart in others. Mako’s eyes follow the wires. One wire cuts off abruptly, a sharp edge that Mako is sure will draw blood if he tries to touch the jagged end of the wire, while the other continues on and twists up into a messy scribble—something tangled and wild that sort of reminds Mako of a storm cloud—right in the top center of the piece. He’s kind of surprised Wu likes something so sharp and dangerous. Huan ignores them as he continues bending the metal piece in front of him, carefully and with focus. He doesn’t appear flattered by Wu’s appreciation of his work. Bolin stares at the piece along with Wu. “Right… Yes, it’s a very nice… boar-q-pine?” That gets Huan’s attention. “It’s not a boar-q-pine!” He practically shouts with a frustrated grunt. “It represents the tragic love story between Oma and Shu amidst the war between their villages. Obviously.” “Uh…” Bolin squints, ducks, tilts his head to the side, and attempts to view the piece from every vantage point. “Right… Okay. Yeah, yeah, I… I totally see it now…” Bolin says in a tone that conveys he very much does not see it now. “Oh…” Wu says thoughtfully. “Wow, yeah, I… I see it.” Wu is serious, he definitely does see it. Weirdly, Mako sees it too. The mountains. The sharp weapons of war. The intertwining of two lifelines—one cut short, causing the other to knot itself up in grief. “Yeah,” Mako agrees softly. “It’s sad.” “When I was little,” Wu starts to explain, “I always liked the part of the story with the badgermoles. I just thought it was neat that Oma and Shu had made friends with the original earthbenders. I always wondered why they didn’t just run away and live with the badgermoles for the rest of their lives!” Wu lets out a small huff. “I always wondered why they didn’t use their earthbending to stop the war together,” Mako says as he stares at the sculpture. “Before Oma died.” “Oh, I never thought of that before…” Wu says thoughtfully. “But yeah, they might have been even stronger together…”

[bolinity]

“Ok here’s a question. If you had a choice to choose between learning earthbending from a seasoned master or the original source aka badger moles. Which should you choose and why?

Bolin gasped loudly at the two choices before pursing his lips in thought for a moment.

"Both are pretty tempting... but I'd have to go with the badgermoles! One, because BADGERMOLES, DUH. But also, two, I guess 'seasoned master' is a pretty broad description. What are the the master of? I already trained under Toza, who's an AMAZING earthbending pro-bender as he's been playing for decades and taught me everything I know about pro-bending." He puffed up his chest in pride and nodded to himself in satisfaction at the memory of him and his brother still training under the old Boar-q-pine player. "But if it's like some stuffy earthbender who's only going to criticize me on my more non-traditional takes on bending, then I'm not for that. That would link to three, badgermoles probably won't yell at me, hah. And four, just watching nature bend things is really cool, I think."

[phoenixrsing]

tropes: shadow syndicate,  moral event horizon,  noble demon.  

advancing the agenda of the fire nation and protecting its interests in republic city,  from within the shadows,  directly from the belly of the beast.  drawing upon his military experience and leadership skills,  lu ten gathered members—former soldiers,  mercenaries,  and individuals willing to follow orders without objection,  they embarked on a path of order through severity,  specializing in espionage and sabotage to assassinations,  compromising moralities.  their identities are concealed,  known only to a select few who have infiltrated the reigns.  lu ten can count on one hand the number of people who can connect him to the syndicate. agni kai triad, the organization, is not bound by traditional notions of morality or ethics. 

its members are willing to employ morally questionable methods in service of the fire nation,  understanding that their actions may require sacrifices for the greater good of their nation.  they maintain tenuous alliances with certain groups and individuals for mutual benefit, they also have rivalries with competing organizations vying for control and dominance. in particular, tensions run high with rival gangs such as the triple threat triad and the red monsoons, leading to occasional conflicts and turf wars.

dubbed as the dragon head, lu ten is more than willing to bear the burden of dishonor. they preemptively neutralize potential threats, including preemptive strikes against any threats to the crown—from inside fire nation and out. their funding is sourced from a combination of gambling profits, smuggling contraband, and extorting rival gangs. while on the surface, it operates as just another criminal gang, its true roots delve much deeper. influenced by fire nation traditions and rituals, members of the agni kai organization partake in initiation ceremonies reminiscent of ancient fire nation customs. the ceremony unfolds at a sacred shrine dedicated to the fire lord, adorned with flickering flames and offerings of incense. a sacrificial offering, often a boar-q-pine, is presented before the altar as a symbol of devotion and loyalty. initiates then partake in a ritualistic libation, drinking a mixture of spiced wine infused. three fingers of the left hand are raised as a binding gesture, known as the flame oath.

[thatoneguy56fanfic]

Korra: *is healing Kuvira’s arm* “And what did we learn today?”

Kuvira: *pouting indignantly* *mutters under her breath*

Korra: *smirks* “What was that?”

Kuvira: *huffs in annoyance* “I said: I learned not to try and pet a boar-q-pine.”

Korra: “I don’t even know what possessed you to try it at all.”

Kuvira: “It was cute! It was curled up in this little ball, and I thought I could approach it quietly. But I started it, and… Well you know the rest.”

Korra: *smiles fondly and shakes her head* “Well, you’re all healed up. But I recommend avoiding any boar-q-pines in the future.”

Kuvira: “Haha, you’re so funny.”

[therealsophiependragon]

It really was all Azula’s fault, this time. 

The blood was thick and sticky, and the night was cold. Katara stood quite stiffly, arms held away from her sides in a preservative stance that did nothing to alleviate the discomfort of being covered from head-to-toe in syrupy murk. The blood was hot but quickly cooling into a numbness that made it impossible to tell what was her own, and what had belonged to either of the demonic spawn she currently shared this unfortunate patch of forest with. Red glop was oozing down the sides of her face—that at least, she was sure, belonged to someone else. 

But only one thought circled through her brain, once the shock wore off enough for her to see a different kind of red through tightly-knitted eyelids. This is all. Azula’s. Fault. 

Azula, as Azula was inclined to do on a regular basis or else risk some kind of frisson or aneurism, disagreed. Her voice came off-hand from the darkness, inspiring Katara to break her stance and lift a hand to scrape across her smattered face. “This is all your fault, Katara.” 

Pain shot through Katara’s jaw, and her eyes shot open, finding the object of her ire in the moonlight. Azula was posed casually a couple meters away. She had one hand raised, brows pressed slightly at something distasteful on her fingernails, while the rest of the dark smatterings across her arms and clothing did little to rival Katara’s own situation. 

The giant corpse between them smelled like burned metal, and it prickled at her nostrils like a personal affront. 

“My fault? I already told you I wouldn’t use bloodbending,” Katara gritted out. 

“Oh, please,” Azula replied with a flippant wave of her hand, “this barely counts. It was just a wild boar-q-pine.” 

Katara took a stiff step forward, nobly ignoring the unpleasant squish in her slippers. Azula followed her cue, circling around the boar at an easy pace. 

“You’re just a thorn in my side, but I haven’t turned your veins into puppet strings.” Yet. 

No, Katara amended firmly. Don’t entertain temptation. 

Azula caught the veiled threat with a knowing smirk. “I’m just starting to wonder how much of this legendary gift you have is a scare tactic, that’s all.” 

“You aren’t going to goad me into showing you bloodbending, Azula.” 

“I just don’t understand. Why keep something like this a secret for so long?” She frowned, playing at genuinity. “Don’t tell me you don’t trust me after all this time.” 

“Not everything is a game, okay? Sometimes people just don’t like you. And sometimes they don’t want anything to do with you at all.” 

“I never said it was a game.” 

The corpse was behind her now, and its glistening spikes caught the whispers of the moon in a poor attempt at rivalry with the shine of Azula’s hair. The bridge of her nose was traced with a web of crimson that had already begun to dry, flecks of it caught around her eyes, which were drawn into an almost eerie intensity. It caught Katara off-guard, but couldn’t stop her from taking the next step closer, nor could it halt the stubborn tilt of her chin. 

“Whatever. Next time you pull up a masterful last-minute plan, make sure to factor some level of common morality into it or factor me out.” 

“Next time, don’t let your piddly moral hang-ups stop you from getting the job done.” 

They really were quite close, now. 

Azula seemed to notice it the moment she did, and the odd look in her eye shifted into a kind of conflict Katara had never before seen reflected there. The metallic stench of blood took on a husk of ash, and seemed to whisper against her skin, a prickle of… 

Of what? For all the potency of the sensation, Katara couldn’t pin it down. 

But Azula didn’t seem to be looking for certainty. The air stagnated between them, drew tight and difficult to breathe. For Katara, at least—Azula seemed to have no problem with it, her breath fanning the side of Katara’s face with a warmth that refused to stop there. Azula’s arms were crossed, finger tapping against her elbow in a rhythm that echoed the beat in Katara’s chest, until her heart decided it wasn’t going fast enough and tripped over itself to amend that. 

Everything else was still. 

Then Azula tilted her head. 

“Well, since I suppose that means you won’t bloodbend this mess away, perhaps we should go find a river or something,” she said quietly, before leaning forward conspiratorily. Katara held her breath entirely. The smile in those amber eyes glittered with some hidden secret, but her tone was serious. “You stink.” 

Katara blinked. Something in the back of her mind began to buzz faintly, and it felt distinctly red. 

And whatever happened next—well, that was Azula’s fault, too. 

Posted on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56228812

tired of men being the ones covered in blood and looking into each others eye homoerotically. it should be azutara

[everycloudinatla]

Season 3, Episode 9, 12:55-13:17

toph's attempt to help aang.

im realizing that all these attempts to help aang are actually okay on the surface. katara does yoga, sokka does therapy, and toph does massage and acupuncture. not so good in practice though.

[atlatrpg]

Some creature stats.

[perfectlypanda]

(Republic City Gazette - Republic City) - After their win last night against the White Falls Wolf Bats, the Flying Boars are now set to head into the Pro-Bending Championship Tournament Final undefeated in their rookie season. In the final this Saturday, the Flying Boars will face defending champs the Black Quarry Boar-q-pines for a night that’s sure to be anything but “boar-ing”. The RC Gazette sat down with the Flying Boars’ earthbender, Toph Beifong, for an exclusive interview.

RCG: Congratulations on making it to final! That must be such a shock in your first season as a team.

TB: Not really.

RCG: You’re not surprised that your team made it to the final?

TB: No.

RCG: But no other team in the history of pro-bending has ever made it to the final in their first year.

TB: Yeah, well we’re just better benders.

A tall claim for a short young woman, but hard to deny. Despite their young ages (the eldest, Zuko, only recently turned 22), Toph, Zuko, and Katara are incredibly powerful benders. But individually powerful benders are not enough to make a winning team.

TB: We’ve been friends for years. I know [Zuko and Katara’s] bending styles and they know mine. We know how we each react to things so when we get in the arena we don’t have to stop and talk, it’s just go go go.

RCG: Shifting gears, your team name obviously comes from the symbol of your family, the Flying Boar. Your parents must be big supporters.

TB: HA! My parents are not pro-bending fans at all. 

RCG: Then why name your team the Flying Boars?

TB: I thought it would be funny. We were debating team names and not getting anywhere so I went ahead paid for the uniforms to be made for “the Flying Boars”. Zuko and Katara were annoyed at first, but not enough to want to pay for new uniforms.

RCG: I see... Now, Zuko and Katara are often noted as having strong chemistry both in the arena and out of it. Are the rumors of secret romance in the locker room true?

TB: Obviously. Don’t waste my time with stupid questions.

RCG: Wait, really?? I -

TB: Listen, it’s been real but I gotta roll. Rock and roll that is - ha!

There are some that might say a rookie team will only win the Pro-Bending Championship Tournament when pigs fly. But looking at their perfect record, and surrounded by their logo on everything from fan jerseys to multistory banners on buildings in downtown Republic City, it’s clear that even if pigs don’t fly, boars do.

Catch the Pro-Bending Championship Tournament Final this Saturday.

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[moths-wc-aus]

my personal prefix list

A

Acanthus, Aconite, Acorn, Adder, Agate, Albatross, Alder, Algae, Alligator, Allium, Aloe, Alpine, Alyssum, Amaranth, Amaryllis, Amber, Anemone, Ant, Apple, Ash, Ashen, Asp, Aspen, Asphodel, Aster, Atlas, Auburn, Avocet, Azalea, Azure

B

Badger, Barberry, Bark, Barley, Basil, Bass, Bat, Bay, Bayberry, Beach, Bean, Bear, Beaver, Bee, Beech, Beetle, Berry, Betony, Billow, Birch, Bird, Bittern, Black, Blackberry, Blackbird, Blaze, Blazing, Bliss, Blister, Blizzard, Bloom, Blooming, Blossom, Blotch, Blotched, Blue, Bluebell, Blueberry, Bluebird, Boar, Bog, Bolt, Bone, Borage, Boulder, Bounce, Bowfin, Bracken, Bramble, Branch, Brass, Brave, Bream, Breeze, Briar, Bright, Brindle, Bristle, Broken, Bronze, Brook, Broom, Brown, Brush, Bubble, Buck, Bug, Bull, Bullfrog, Bumble, Burdock, Burn, Burnet, Burning, Burnt, Burr, Bush, Buttercup, Butterfly, Buzz, Buzzard

C

Calm, Canary, Cardinal, Carp, Cave, Cavern, Cedar, Chaffinch, Char, Charred, Chasing, Cherry, Chervil, Chestnut, Chick, Chickadee, Chicken, Chipmunk, Chirp, Chive, Chrysalis, Cicada, Cinder, Cinnamon, Clay, Clear, Cliff, Cloud, Clouded, Cloudy, Clover, Coal, Cobalt, Cobweb, Cold, Comet, Comfrey, Condor, Conifer, Copper, Cormorant, Cornflower, Corvid, Cotton, Cougar, Cove, Cow, Coyote, Crab, Crane, Crawfish, Crayfish, Cream, Creek, Creeping, Cricket, Crimson, Crocodile, Crooked, Crouch, Crow, Cuckoo, Curlew, Cygnet, Cypress

D

Daffodil, Daisy, Dancing, Dandelion, Dapple, Dappled, Dark, Dawn, Day, Dazzle, Deer, Dew, Doe, Dog, Dove, Dream, Drift, Drifting, Drizzle, Duck, Dune, Dusk, Dust, Dusty

E

Eagle, Ebony, Echo, Eddy, Eel, Egg, Egret, Eider, Elder, Elk, Elm, Ember, Ermine, Evening, Eventide, Ewe

F

Faith, Falcon, Fallen, Falling, Fallow, Fawn, Feather, Fen, Fennel,  Fern, Ferret, Fidget, Field, Fin, Finch, Fire, Firefly, Fish, Flake, Flame, Flare, Flash, Flax, Flea, Fleet, Flicker, Flight, Flint, Flood, Flounder, Flower, Flurry, Flutter, Fly, Flying, Foam, Fog, Forest, Fox, Foxglove, Freckle, Freckled, Freezing, Fritillary, Frog, Frost, Frozen, Fruit

G

Gale, Gardenia, Garlic, Garter, Gator, Gentle, Ginger, Glade, Gleaming, Glimmer, Glowing, Gloom, Goat, Golden, Goldfish, Goose, Gopher, Gorge, Gorse, Gosling, Grass, Gravel, Green, Grey, Grouse, Grove, Gull, Guppy, Gust

H

Hackberry, Haddock, Hail, Half, Hare, Harrier, Haven, Hawk, Hawthorn, Hay, Haze, Hazel, Heath, Heather, Heavy, Hedge, Hemlock, Hen, Heron, Herring, Hickory, Hidden, Hill, Hive, Hollow, Holly, Honey, Hop, Hope, Horizon, Hornet, Hound, Hush, Hyacinth, Hyssop

I

Ibis, Ice, Icy, Indigo, Iris, Ivory, Ivy

J

Jackdaw, Jagged, Jaguar, Jasmine, Jay, Jump, Jumping, Juniper

K

Kelp, Kestrel, Kindle, Kink, Kite, Knotweed, Koi

L

Lake, Lamb, Larch, Lark, Larkspur, Laurel, Lavender, Leaf, Leaping, Leech, Leek, Lemming, Leopard, Lichen, Light, Lightning, Lily, Lion, Linden, Little, Lizard, Lobelia, Locust, Long, Loon, Lost, Lotus, Loud, Lupine, Lynx

M

Mackerel, Magnolia, Magpie,  Mallard, Mallow, Mantis, Maple, Marble, Marbled, Marigold, Marmot, Marrow, Marsh, Marten, Mayflower, Meadow, Mellow, Merlin, Midge, Milkweed, Mink, Minnow, Mint, Mire, Mist, Mistle, Misty, Mole, Monarch, Moon, Moor, Moorhen, Moose, Morning, Mosquito, Moss, Mossy, Moth, Mottle, Mottled, Mountain, Mouse, Mud, Muddy, Mulberry, Mumble, Murky, Mushroom, Myrtle

N

Needle, Nettle, Newt, Night, Nut, Nuthatch

O

Oak, Oat, Ocean, Oleander, Olive, Orchid, Oriole, Osprey, Otter, Owl, Oyster

P

Pale, Pansy, Panther, Parsley, Parsnip, Partridge, Passerine, Patch, Pea, Peach, Pear, Pearl, Pebble, Peeper, Pelican, Peony, Pepper, Perch, Peregrine, Periwinkle, Petal, Petrel, Petunia, Pheasant, Pickerel, Pigeon, Pike, Pine, Pink, Pipit, Pitch, Plover, Plum, Poison, Pollen, Pond, Pool, Poplar, Poppy, Possom, Posy, Pounce, Prickle, Primrose, Puddle, Puffin, Pumpkin, Purple

Q

Quail, Quick, Quiet

R

Rabbit, Raccoon, Ragged, Ragweed, Rain, Raining, Ram, Raspberry, Rat, Raven, Red, Reed, Ribbon, Ridge, Ripple, Rising, River, Robin, Rock, Rocky, Rook, Rooster, Root, Rose, Rosemary, Rowan, Rubble, Rue, Rumble, Running, Rush, Rushing, Russet, Rust, Rusty, Rye

S

Sable, Sage, Salamander, Salmon, Salvia, Sand, Sandwort, Sandy, Sap, Scarlet, Scorch, Scorched, Scorching, Scratch, Screech, Sea, Seal, Sedge, Seed, Senna, Serval, Shade, Shadow, Shale, Sharp, Shatter, Sheep, Shell, Shimmer, Shining, Shiver, Shore, Shrew, Shrike, Shrub, Shy, Silent, Silk, Silver, Singe, Singing, Skip, Skunk, Sky, Slate, Sleek, Sleeping, Sleepy, Sleet, Slight, Slip, Sloe, Slug, Sly, Small, Smoke, Smudge, Snag, Snail, Snake, Snap, Sneeze, Snow, Snowy, Soaring, Soft, Song, Soot, Sorrel, Spark, Sparrow, Speckle, Speckled, Spider, Splash, Splinter, Splotch, Spot, Spotted, Spring, Spruce, Squirrel, Stag, Starling, Stem, Stoat, Stone, Stork, Storm, Stormy, Strawberry, Stream, Strike, Striped, Sugar, Sun, Sunflower, Sunny, Swallow, Swamp, Swan, Sweet, Swift, Swirl, Sycamore

T

Tabby, Tall,  Talon, Tanager, Tangle, Tansy, Tawny, Teasel, Tempest, Tern, Thicket, Thistle, Thorn, Thrush, Thunder, Thyme, Tide, Tiger, Timber, Tiny, Toad, Topple, Torrent, Tortoise, Tree, Trout, Tulip, Tumble, Turkey, Turtle, Twig, Twilight, Twist, Twisted, Twitch

U

Umber, Ursinia

V

Valley, Velvet, Venom, Vervain, Vetch, Vine, Violet, Viper, Vixen, Vole, Vulture

W

Walnut, Wandering, Warble, Warbler, Wasp, Weasel, Web, Weed, Wet, Whirl, Whisker, Whisper, Whispering, Whistle, White, Whorl, Wild, Willow, Wind, Windy, Wish, Wisp, Wolf, Wood, Wool, Wooly, Worm, Wren

Y

Yarrow, Yellow, Yew

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New (finished!) Fic: Yaoja's Number One Fan

Some folks were chatting this morning about the lack of content for Asami that doesn't revolve around shipping. It's something I've complained about myself. Complained about, and done nothing. So, with a little inspiration, I've finally kicked off the backstory series for Asami that I've always wanted to write. In this short and sweet one shot, a nine-year-old Asami is desperate to go to her first pro-bending match. And not at all because the Black Quarry Boar-q-pines' firebender is cute.