#float like a moth/sting like a wasp

[gomagopowerrangers]

local cryptid loses it for the. again. he just loses it again. he used his severed arm as a weapon against Tex btw

leaning into more creepy-esque w this au? same w Omicron!Zone. im still figuring stuff out but feel free to ask me stuff abt this!!!

alt colors/no funky blood under the cut

[gomagopowerrangers]

GOO i am bored go send things to thee inbox!!

//ooc post

making this an ask blog as well as a general rp/aesthetic blog

send asks but specify between:

-PFL Zone (pfl->moi crash)

-Wraith (post moi crash->very beginning of Chorus)

-Red Zone (Chorus->onward)

send asks and I'll draw/sketch them :3

keep it semi-sfw at all times

Zone (16-ish) is a minor and so am I

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Agitation 3.7 Live Reactions

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

Grue was already out of his vehicle and halfway to us by the time Tattletale and I had shut the doors of the van.  He was using his power at a low degree over the entirety of his body.  The darkness soaked into and through the porous leather of his costume, making him look like a living shadow.  Brian had showed me how the visor had vents at the edges, to direct the effect of his power around the sides and top of his head, so it wouldn’t obscure the face.  It wasn’t that he couldn’t see through the effects of his own power – he could.  He’d explained that the vents were there to create an effect where you could see glimpses of a black-painted skull floating in the vaguely human shaped form of even darker black.  When he had the money to spend, he had told me, he was going to get a more complete costume custom made for him in the same way, to expand on the effect.

I read a fic where Grue was describe as suffering from 'FYGEP' - Fuck You Get An Evil Power' (i.e. he got a power that's just... really hard, optically, to use as a hero even if he was so inclined) and... yeah, he's playing that card hard here.

“Got enough?” his voice echoed.  I thought maybe I caught a touch of humor in his tone, behind the influence of his power.

Two things you can never have enough of: Dakka (If you're an Ork) and Bugs (If you're Skitter)

These weren’t just the bugs I could draw in at a moment’s notice, though.  Traveling the city had given me the chance to be picky.  These were the good ones, each of them fast enough to keep up with me, or capable of being carried by those that were.  More than that, though, the majority of them were either durable sorts like the larger centipedes, cockroaches and beetles, or capable of stinging and biting, with bees, wasps, ants and blackflies making up their bulk.  To round out their number, I’d gathered moths, houseflies, and mosquitoes, who weren’t the best attack bugs out there, but were easy enough to get, and served to distract the enemy or bulk out the swarm. There were three hundred and fifty cubic feet inside the rear of the van. Tattletale had told me that.  When they were packed in just tight enough that they wouldn’t damage each other or spill past the barrier and into the front seats, it added up to a pretty amazing amount of insects.  I called them out of the van and watched as their mass seemed to expand as they spread out.

Gyah! Just reading all that is making me twitch.

Her costume was skintight, beaded with droplets of water

And I'm sure that does nothing for you. :rofl: (Jk, technically, but also the council has made a stupid-ass decision meme and all. Canonically straight or not, no Taylor is not)

He still wore the hard white mask with the silver coronet, but he had shown me how the interior of the mask had foam shaped to the contours of his face, with only his mouth left free, so he could talk without being muffled.  In a similar vein, the loose white shirt he wore covered up a mesh vest that was molded to the shape of his body.  He was idly twirling a scepter in his fingers.  The scepter wasn’t purely thematic – apparently the crowned orb that topped the scepter had two electrodes built into the tines, for the taser that was built into it.  It was all about misdirection, misleading and giving the impression of vulnerability.

Of all the costumes, this one sounds the most visually interesting. Definitely would love to see a life action interpretation.

To do that, you punch in the regular code, 3-7-1, but you hold the one down, then press the number sign and the asterisk keys down at the same time… Voila.  Try it.” Grue pulled on the door.  We waited in tense silence for a moment for the angry blare of the alarm, but none came.  Tattletale grinned at us. “What’d I tell you?”

That has got to get old fast.

Muscle and bone showed beneath, and the arrangement of said anatomy wasn’t exactly typical.  The change was slow enough that you couldn’t see it if you were looking for it, but if you looked away and looked back a moment later, you could tell they were bigger, that bone at the shoulder was longer, the eyes were deeper set, and so on.  Spikes, spurs and an exoskeleton of bone growths had appeared to fill or cover gaps and grow in at places where the bone was already close to the skin.  The tail of the smallest dog – Angelica, I think Rachel called it – was twice as long as normal and prehensile, now, and the other two were well on their way.  It looked like someone had torn out a pair of human spines, the meat still hanging off them, and attached them one to the other before tacking the end to the dog’s hindquarters.

Kill them! Kill them with Fire!

(Have I mentioned I'm afraid of/hate dogs?)

would be making a call to 911 and reporting a crime in progress by costumed criminals. 

I guess the fear of Cape interference would encourage normal criminals to not wear elaborate costumes to protect their identities during robberies.

In the next room, Regent grabbed another hostage.  I caught a glance of the man, graying hair and thick around the middle with a pink dress shirt and no jacket, staring at us with eyes wide.  He opened his mouth, I think his intent was to cry for help, but broke down into coughs and sputters instead.  A second later, he keeled over and collapsed onto the floor.  He tried to climb to his feet, but his elbow buckled and he hit the ground a second time.  While he continued to struggle, Regent strode into the room with an almost lazy air, grabbed him by the collar and shoved him towards the hallway where we stood.  Defeated, Pink-shirt didn’t resist, half-walking, half-crawling forward as he joined us.  He met eyes with the other employee, but didn’t say anything.

Pretty terrifying power when you think about it.

I closed my eyes.  With a mental command, my bugs flooded into the room from the hallway behind us, flying and crawling over, under and around us to spread through the room.  I noted each person in the lobby as my bugs made contact with them, and left several bugs crawling on each individual.  I took five seconds to double check I’d gotten everyone, and belatedly remembered the two employees we had brought forward from the back offices.  A group of bugs returned from the darkness, brushing my skin on their way to make contact with the pair.

Gyyyyyah!

“Fifteen minutes,” I called out to the room, my heart in my throat, “We won’t be here any longer than that.  Stay put, stay quiet, we’ll be gone before fifteen minutes are up.  You’ll be free to give your statement to the police and then go about your day as usual.  This isn’t a TV show, this isn’t a movie.  If you’re thinking about being a hero, don’t.  You’ll only get yourself or someone else hurt.” I held up my hand, finger outstretched, a familiar spider perched on the tip, “If you are thinking about running, making a phone call or getting in our way, this is a good reason to reconsider.  This little creature and her one hundred sisters that I just brought into this room are under my complete control.”  I had the spider drop from my fingertip, dangling by a thread, by way of demonstration. “She’s a black widow spider.  A single bite has been known to kill a full grown human, or put them into a coma.  You move, talk, try to find or kill the spiders I just put on your bodies, in your clothes, in your hair?  I’ll know in split second, and I’ll tell them to bite you several times.”

That slope is looking preeeetty slippery, innit Taylor?

But also, a pretty effective speech. Did she practice this one ahead of time?

 A teenager with freckles and brown curls was glaring at me with raw loathing in her eyes. 

AMY! Babygirl! You're here! Don't worry, this won't go down as the worst day of your life for more than a few months!

What a great way for the members of a ship I like most to meet! (Not sarcastic, I love hate at first sight as the start for a ship :P )

My taking hostages like this?  It had been my idea, so help me.  As horrible as it was, it had been necessary.  The worst case scenario was some regular schmuck in the bank pulling some stunt and getting themselves or others hurt or killed.  I couldn’t let that happen, if I was in a position to help it.  If it meant keeping them quiet and out of the way, I was willing to terrorize them. As I saw the effect I’d had on these people, that justification felt really thin. I was going to hell for this.

Oh, you're not going to hell for this Taylor. You'll have a lot more and better reasons to go to hell by the time Contessa shoots you in the head and tosses you into Earth Aelph.

But as usual, the rationalizations continue, and I just love each one.

[goshikle]

Hey I I herd you like bugs and my adhd brain is obsessed with all bugs and other weird friends (like spiders, frogs, snakes) some of my favorites are moths, bees, and snakes what about you? (Feel free to ramble I love hearing about other people’s happies)

TW: BUGS / ANTS (just in case)

Bro bro bro,,,,,

Finally someone who has class

I fucking LOVE ants, so much that i can just talk about ants for 2 hours if you let me and my friend back in HS got me an ant plushie for my birthday cause of how much ive talked about them!

I love ants, trantulas, cockroaches (sue me), random bugs really, snakes, hamsters, etc

I just god love ants and how they just dont give a fuck type of personality ! They are strong yes but there are different types of ant classes in different ant species. Like the leaf cutter ants, have a major/solider, minor and a worker ant!

The minor (or mimima!) process the gathered leaves, tend fungus gardens, and care for the brood! SURPRISE LEAF CUTTER ANTS ARE RAD FARMERS who farm on a fungus that evolved with the ants!

Soliders care and protect the colony and can gather materials if they want.

Where as worker ants just are construction workers and gatherers!

The queen just vibes 😤✌

Also fun fact an "ant bite" isn't really true its more of an ant sting, ants have stingers just like a bee or a wasp! They 'bite' to hold onto ya so they can keep stinging you just like a wasp! (Fire ants or scienticfically called Solenopsis) are a GOOD example of this:

They are native to Brazil (Amazon rainforest) but spread basically all over the world becoming an invasive species in North America! Thats why they can float cause their antcestors had to deal with Amazon rainfloods.

Another fun facr before I end this ramble (so sorry) that worker ants only live up to a month and a half at most! So every 2-3 months you see a BRAND new generation of ants in your backyard 💚 the QUEEN has been recorded to live up to 30+ YEARS in captivity! (So maybe 5-10 years in the wild!) This is different for every species of course tho! (And the queen ant in fire ants only needs to go through her mating once and has enough to colonize for YEARS, call that efficent and a tired mom with her thousands of daughters and sometimes sons)

[rosarenn]

The Details

What enchants me?

The question feels too big to approach straight on. The answer, I'm sure, is too broad to approach in a single writing session. I'm sure an endless number of things enchant me, and that I will discover and rediscover the details throughout my lifetime.

So the question then is what is one thing that enchants me? What feel approachable to me right now?

Let's imagine an enchanting bedroom. It doesn't need to be mine, and it doesn't need to exist. What are the details that would make a bedroom enchanting to me?

The bed must be in the center of one wall, granting free access from three sides. There must be at least five feet of free space on all three sides, to create a feeling of spaciousness. The mattress must be soft yet firm, lush and comfortable yet still support my body. It must not be so plush that getting in and out is like fighting against quick sand, and it must not be so firm as to leave my hips aching. At least six full sized pillows of varying firmness and thickness must be provided, in addition to as many throw pillows as will reasonably fit on the bed. These must be in a variety of shapes and sizes, and must not be purely decorative, meaning they must be nice to the touch and soft. Cotton or linen sheets must be provided, as well as a feather down comforter. This should be thick and plush, and provide a satisfying weight, yet be lightweight enough to be used even in the middle of summer. It must be a comforter and not a duvet with a separate cover. Pillows and comforter can be white, though colours and prints are also acceptable, but sheets must be a dark, solid colour, such as black or navy. The mattress should be elevated, not so high that it's a struggle for me to get in, but high enough to feel luxurious. It must be either directly against a wall, or if there is a headboard it must be solid - no bars or other shapes that are uncomfortable to sit propped up against. A weighted blanket should also be available. The lighting should be warm and comfortable, and should be dimmable. A directional reading light is a must. A side table must be within easy reach at all times. This must contain a water glass that never empties and always remains at just the right temperature, not too cold and not too hot. The light controls should also be within easy reach from a single place on the bedside table. A Leuchtturm1917 notebook, which never fills up, and a Pentel EnerGel Tradio Pearl 5 mm black pen, which never runs out of ink and is impossible to lose, should always be available. The pen lid either always replaces itself or does not exist, never existed and is unnecessary. A stack of interesting books are also within reach, and I read with the ease, focus, and passion that I did in my childhood. When I snap my fingers the books should read themselves aloud to me so that I can sew or crochet or accomplish some other task while listening. Failing that, someone must be available and happy to read to me.

In the bedroom there is huge bay window with a window seat, padded, as comfortable as the bed and with just as many pillows. Extra blankets are always within reach, as are the contents of the bedside table. Perhaps the bedside table is on wheels. A small tray of snacks appears, with warm croissants (the good kind), salted butter, strawberry rhubarb jelly like my nana used to make (but one of the batches that set properly!), fresh raspberries, green grapes, a few squares of dark dark chocolate. A small bowl of warm water for dipping my fingers, and a cloth napkin, the good kind, the 100% linen kind that really leaves your fingers feeling clean and dry.

There is no TV in this room. My phone does not exist and neither does social media, or at least they are left far behind before entering this room. Cars and planes and trucks and leafblowers and lawnmowers and powertools and anything else I choose are banished from a 1 km radius. The room is maintained at the correct temperature but does not use a noisy central air system. The floor is warmed, perhaps by in-slab heating, so that I don't need to wear socks and my feet don't get cold. When I want some air flow there are windows for a gentle cross breeze. The weather is dry and not humid, the sky is blue and clear with big fluffy white clouds, the kind you can sit and watch for hours as they transform. The day is bright and warm but not too warm (about 26 degrees Celsius is grand) and the nights are cool and crisp but not cold (about 12 degrees is a good low). Somehow I can see both the sunrise and the sunset from the magical picture window.

There is a fireplace, a real wood burning fireplace but with a switch to turn it on and off like a gas fireplace. Failing that little magic trick, someone should tend the fire, and anticipate my needs in the regard. There is also a big bathtub. I want to be able to see both the picture window and the fireplace from the tub, so the tub cannot be confined to the bathroom. It must be deep and wide, with moulded "seats" for comfort. I must be able to lean against the back while the water comes up to my neck. I don't have to fight the buoyancy of the water to remain comfortably in place. There are jets, and they aren't on a timer, they run until I say so. There are bath salts and bath bombs and a thick layer of bubbles that never dissipates before I want it to, and the water always remains the right temperature. There are candles surrounding the tub, and flowers in vases too - red roses, and orchids, and liliacs, and bunches of lily of the valley. I'm surrounded by greenery, vines, ivy. My books are also within reach and waterproof. I can sip sangria and never feel drunk or like I've had too much sugar. The towels are plentiful, plush, and enveloping. They must be the biggest size possible. There is a linen robe waiting for me, white, plush, 3/4 sleeves and the skirt reaching to my lower calves. The robe has a generous overlap, stays in place and does not need adjusting after being tied, and the sash never falls off or gets twisted.

Outside the picture window is a small private courtyard. The double glass doors swings outwards and are framed by sheer curtains, which float in the breeze when the doors are open. The courtyard is surrounded by greenery, likely a hedge, and there is a big old ancient tree and a garden. There's a hammock, and a firepit, and a small creek with a little round bridge over top. There's a little gate in the hedge that leads into the old-growth forest. Wasps do not exist, and neither do biting or swarming flies. Bees don't sting people or fly into their faces. Ants and spiders and flies and moths and mice and squirrels, etc. don't enter homes unless invited, like vampires. The view of the stars at night is incredible; you can see the milky way.

The house has no clocks, no watches, no way to mark the time. Time does not exist here, except as told by the sun and the moon. There is nowhere to be, anyways. We abolished the systems of oppression, exploitation and waged labour long ago, and now everyone has everything they need and we live easeful, joyful lives. Friends and neighbours come to visit, though they never come too early or too late, they never come too often, and they never overstay. I dabble, I create, I write, I forage, I garden, I rest, I play, I dance, I dream.

[gomagopowerrangers]

THE LAD!!! TY HARTLEY!!!

Art Fight comp 6/???

Characters, minus my ocs, belong to: @valenmadi, artviavivi on IG, @gomagopowerrangers, @katsumi-808-679, @harbingersecho, @auri-ei

[panfishonthefly]

Terrestrial Patterns for Panfish

One of the great things about bluegills and other panfish is their willingness to take flies off the surface. In the world of fly fishing, dry fly fishing holds top honors. I have known a few fly fishing anglers that will only fish a dry fly. If they can not fish a dry, they will not fish! Although not a dry fly purist, I enjoy the topwater take as much as the next guy. So if I have an opportunity to fish a floating fly, I take it, every time!

The angler who chases panfish with a fly has a mind-numbing variety of flies to choose from. Traditional dry flies, hair bugs, foam bugs, and poppers will all work if the fish are looking up. As we move into the spring and summer, terrestrial insects become an essential food source on the ponds and small lakes that I fish near home. The shorelines of these bodies of water are buzzing with flying and crawling terrestrial insects and many of them find their way into the water.

Before we go any further, it may be helpful to define the term "terrestrial insect." When I refer to a terrestrial insect, I am referring to land-based insects like ants, beetles, spiders, grasshoppers, and the endless variety of flying insects that exist like bees, moths, flies, etc. Insects that live near water are going to end up wet at some point. When this happens with enough frequency that fish very quickly recognize them as a viable food source.

Early in the season the top water bite is slow. This is probably due to water temperature and slow metabolisms but I often wonder about that. I have had some excellent dry fly fishing just after ice-out during a good midge hatch when the water is probably at its coldest. If bluegills are willing to rise for midges in water in the high thirties, why does it refuse a dry fly a little later in the season when the water is warming? I have a theory that they don't recognize the fly as food. Once the weather warms and insects are crawling and flying around, they find their way into the water more often, and the fish begin to react positively to them. Fast forward into late spring/early summer, and the rings caused by fly landing on the surface of the water don't even have a chance to dissipate before the fly is snatched. Once we approach fall most aquatic insects have hatched for the year and the only insects available to fish are often terrestrials. As I mentioned earlier, you have a lot of options when it comes to selecting a terrestrial pattern. Here is a rundown on some of my favorite terrestrial fly patterns.

Ants

Ants are one of my favorite terrestrial patterns, whether I am knee-deep in a trout stream or prowling the banks of a warm water pond in my kayak. A simple foam cylinder ant pattern with a ring of hackle at its middle is about as complicated as you have to get with panfish. They quickly recognize that silhouette and will usually eat them without hesitation. There are times when a winged ant is the ticket. Ants and termites will release tens of thousands of flying insects from their mounds several times a year. These winged males and females mate and move off to form new colonies. If one of these swarms occur near the water, it is almost a guarantee that a large number of them will end up in the water. This activity often causes a feeding frenzy with fish rising everywhere, so always keep a couple of winged versions in a few different sizes in your fly box. When it comes to ants, don't ignore the sinking variety, either. An epoxy bodied, sinking ant fished as a dropper off of a floating pattern can be deadly.

Beetles

Beetles are another go-to terrestrial pattern for panfish. They are often overlooked as a terrestrial pattern in warm water fly fishing. There are about 400,000 species of beetles, constituting almost 40% of all insects and 25% of all known animal life. So chances are fish are going to see them on the menu on a regular basis! The great thing about beetle patterns is they are a little larger than ants and easier to see on the water, especially if you tie them with an indicator. Another good thing about beetle imitations is they can be straightforward to tie. Although you can produce excellent beetle imitations with natural materials like deer hair, foam is easier to work with and can be used to create great-looking patterns. Another popular beetle imitation is a pattern called the UFO. I consider it more of a generic terrestrial but it has answered the call on more that one occasion when beetles were on the menu.

Spiders

The foam spider is the quintessential panfish fly. Foam spiders in either a floating or sinking form are deadly panfish patterns. Your terrestrial panfish box should have a variety of both floating and sinking foam spiders. Don't be afraid to include some seemingly outlandish colors as well. One of my favorite foam spiders is pink with white legs and of course you can never go wrong with yellow. There is nothing like either of these colors combinations in the natural world, but the fish don't seem to care!

Hoppers and Crickets

Every bait fisherman nows that nothing beats a live cricket for catching bluegills! Hoppers and crickets are right at the top of the list when it comes to panfish terrestrial patterns. Because of their size, they float well and are an excellent option for dropper rigs when you want to suspend a second sinking fly behind it. They land on the water with a fish attracting slap and their moving rubber legs draw fish in for the kill.

The "Generic Terrestrial"

The generic terrestrial is my favorite type of terrestrial pattern. They don't necessarily imitate any particular insect but look buggy enough that they could be just about anything. Again foam is the material of choice for this type of pattern. You can achieve excellent results combining foam with a natural material like deer hair to produce flies that are both beautiful to look at and highly effective! Generic terrestrials are also a category of flies where you can let your imagination run wild at the fly tying vise. I have a bunch of patterns that are a crazy combination of foam, fur, hair, and rubber legs that fish cannot resist. Two of my favorites are the Fat Albert and the Mega Foam Indi Hopper. Both of these flies will float a good sized nymph or wet fly making them excellent choices fpr dropper rigs.

Bees and Wasps

All of the fish I have caught on be patterns have taught one thing, Bluegills don’t feel the sting! Not only do they have no problem with the stinging end of a yellow jacket, wasp or bee, but they also seem to relish them.  A misguided yellow jacket that finds itself struggling on the surface of the water does not linger there for long.   These hornets disappear in a slurp, and the only trace of their existence is a vanishing set of concentric rings on the surface of the water.  Do bluegills and other fish get stung as they take one of these insects off the water?  If they do, it does not affect them, or their tiny brains don’t associate the discomfort with the food source because they seem to key in on these insects when they are available to them.  I find these patterns particularly effective in the fall when these insects are the most active.

If you don’t regularly fish terrestrial patterns you are missing out on some great top water fishing. Terrestrial patterns are a lot of fun to tie and even more fun to fish! Give them a try!

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[gomagopowerrangers]

BOY UPDATE!! he has a first name :3

talked w @oasisofgalaxies a lil bit abt it and they helped out :D

Zone info under the cut

-his parents are from Rothenburg ob der Tauber in Bavaria, Germany.

-listen that town survived so much things it could survive whatever the hell happens in Halo

-so he's German-American, speaks both languages. he wanted to keep a name close to his home once he transitioned more socially so he chose Kilian :]

-very few people know his first name! mostly dead people lmao (director, counselor, some freelancers)

[gomagopowerrangers]

AAAA LOOKA T HIM!!!! I LOVE IT DUDE

@gomagopowerrangers here you go all done! Hope you like him. He looks like he ready to take somebody out lol.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

The Art Of Remembrance (Part 5)

A bitter wind whips at her face bringing with it a bitingly cold sting. Azula has come to find that the only thing worse than the poles is the poles at sea. She curls her fingers around the rails and looks out at the rolling waves. Their captain carefully navigates the water, weaving between large blocks of ice. On the odd occasion they come to a block that they can’t avoid, and so the few firebenders on board melt it away. 

Having nothing better to do as well as no desire to float in the icy ocean, she takes to helping them clear some of the ice. 

She folds her arms over her chest, wondering just what the hell is taking Sokka so long. She lets a few more minutes pass before wandering below deck to seek the man out. As far as she is concerned, she has waited more than long enough to learn a thing or two about her past, especially with the way people look at her. 

It isn’t lost on her that they seem to slink back as she passes. That they exchange glances and hushed words and take special care to avoid meeting her gaze. 

Finally she succumbs to boredom enough to try to make conversation. She doesn’t quite know where to begin so she simply finds a spot next to girl and mutters, “it’s aggravatingly cold on deck.”

The girl seems to go tense and gives a nervous laugh, “yeah, cold.”

“I suppose that you’re used to it?” Azula asks.

“Just because I’m from the tribes doesn’t mean that I like the cold…” She pauses. “That’s like assuming all firebenders can’t swim.”

“We can’t.” Azula confirms. But the girl doesn’t laugh. Perhaps her delivery had been too deadpan. She is certain that she hasn't said anything particularly unsettling, but the girl seems absurdly uneasy. And so she retreats, finding herself rather isolated and without knowing why. 

Yes. It is definitely time to pry answers from Sokka. 

.oOo.

The waters roll and rock the boat, but they aren’t the reason for his nervous jitters. He sits in the corner of his quarters and waits for Katara to arrive. She will either be compassionate and sympathetic or completely off-put and angry. There is seldom an in between during the initial discussion.

“Hi, Sokka.” She greets with a cheerful smile. She holds out a steaming cup of tea. 

Sokka accepts it but isn’t quite ready for a drink. 

“What did you want to talk to me about.” 

“ I wanted to talk to you about the woman I saved…”

Katara nods, “what’s her name, anyways?” And then she seems to recall something. “Oh, that’s right, she doesn’t remember it. What have you been calling her?” 

Sokka takes a deep breath. “I lied, Katara. She does remember her name. But…” he pauses. “That’s the only thing she remembers.”

Katara crinkles her brows, “why would you lie about something so stupid?”

He supposes that it is better to rip the band-aid. “It isn’t stupid, trust me.” And yet he still finds himself stalling, even if it is only for a single sentence. Katara tilts her head and he knows that, he hasn’t even bought himself that much. “It’s Azula. She’s Azula.”

Katara opens her mouth in a silent sputter. 

“I didn’t know that when I saved her and even if I did, we couldn’t have just let her die.” 

Katara sighs. “Of course we couldn’t have let her die. But we don’t need to keep her around either. We need to get her back to the institution.” 

Sokka reflexively cringes, before logic settles; she was only speaking of sending the princess back to the Fire Nation hospital. His nerves don’t subside, if anything his paranoia hightents. “What if that institution is linked to the one she escaped in the poles?” In which case, he notes, she would have had to have been taken back to the Fire Nation one somehow and then transferred to the location in the poles. Katara leaves him no time to reflect on that theory.

“What if it is?” She may as well have added a ‘so’ at the sentence’s front with that tone. 

“She ran away from it…” 

“Why are you assuming that they mistreated her and that she didn’t escape to go after Zuko again?” 

“She can’t remember a thing.” Sokka replies.

“We last saw her in the Forgetful Valley, Sokka. You don’t think that she might have done this to herself?” Katara asks. “She wasn’t exactly stable when we saw her last.”

“I don’t know. Something isn’t right. I don’t know what it is but I think that it’s more than than. She wasn’t all there,” he gestures at his head, “but she’s not dumb enough to go around pissing off spirits.” 

Katara quirks a brow. 

“Look, I just think that there’s more to it. She was in the Fire Nation and then I find her, almost dead, in a snowstorm.” 

“Here’s what I think happened.” Katara pauses. “I think that she wandered back into that jungle, angered a few spirits, wandered out of the jungle, and was found and re-committed.”

“Then how’d she end up in the poles, Katara?”

“She’s dangerous. TyLee couldn’t be there all the time to block her chi so they sent her to a facility that could...contain her. Like the coolers in the boiling rock.”

“We can’t just send her back there. Not until we know what happened.”

“Nothing happened, Sokka. Nothing that she didn’t do to herself.” Katara insists. 

“She has nightmares.” He counters. “I think that she’s afraid.” 

This gives Katara pause. A halt that he takes advantage of. “How can we punish her for things that she doesn’t remember doing?”

“She’s still dangerous.”

“I don’t think that she is.” Sokka says. “How can she remember that she wants to hurt us or overthrow Zuko if she doesn’t even remember us at all? Her fire is orange now, I think that she can only bend by instinct.” 

Katara hesitates again. “Her being able to bend without remembering any forms...that’s scary. That’s a sign that she is dangerous. We’re going to bring her home and then she’s going back to the institution.” 

“We’re at least going to talk to Zuko--you know, her brother--about this, right?”

“She tried to kill him and then me while I tried to save him; he’s going to say the same thing.” Katara replied. “But, yeah, of course we’re going to talk to him.” 

The unease in his stomach only intensifies. He truly hopes that he’ll have better luck convincing Zuko. The butterflies double twice over at the realization that he might have just made Katara angry. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner.” He calls to the empty doorway. He flops down onto the bed with a resigned groan. He wonders just why he cares so much, it isn’t as though she had treated him any better in the past. 

“There you are.” Azula remarks. 

Sokka bolts upright. “Spirits! Don’t do that.”

Azula gives a little laugh. “Priceless.” 

“That’s not funny.” He grumbles. 

“Well you’re pleasant company.” She frowns. 

“Says the one who can’t appreciate the southern water lights!” 

Azula shrugs and makes herself comfortable at the foot of his bed. “You said that you would tell me about my past.” She pauses. “Do it.”

“You were always this commanding.” Sokka shrugs. 

“So you have a sense of humor afterall.” 

“I am the funniest guy on team Avatar!” He declares. 

“Team avatar?”

Sokka sighs, “I’ll tell you about that later.” He tries to pick his brain for a pleasant memory. Anything that doesn’t paint her as someone evil. He rubs his head, having trouble doing so. Maybe he ought to just cave in and tell her that she’d been stark raving mad the last time that’d met. But is that really any better than telling her that she was out to conquer or destroy the world in the name of her father?  

He observes her drumming her fingers upon the mattress. 

He recalls her chasing them down, tracking them and keeping them up all night. He remembers how she’d taunted him about Suki, the way she used her as bait. He remembers Katara recounting how she didn’t think that she’d make it out of that final battle alive. 

And he begins to resent the woman sitting on his bed, twirling her bangs around her finger. Maybe he should just throw her back into the institution and let her solve things herself.

“I’m a bad person, aren’t I?”

Sokka flinches. “Why would you think that.”

She gestures around the ship, presumably to people that aren’t present. “Why wouldn’t I?” The question hangs for a moment. “No one will talk to me. You don’t want to tell me anything about me…” 

Briefly his mind wanders to how the crew would recognize her when Katara did not. Perhaps she was simply trying not to see the truth. Having let the silence drag for too long already he starts, “Azula…” 

Her deadpan expression unsettles him as she cuts in, “I’d rather know that I’m dreadful than know nothing at all.” 

.oOo.

Sokka’s expression softens. Whatever resentment that had built up inside of him--no doubt the same breed that is harbored by everyone else on the ship--seems to ebb away. His face softens. “You’re not a bad person.” 

“Don’t lie to me!” She snaps. He winces. 

“You don’t have to be a bad person…” 

“Don’t patronize me either.” She warns, her voice taking on a sinister sort of low. 

He lifts his hands, “I’m not trying to.” 

His expression, the fear and retreat. She is only confirming what she now knows to be true. “Alright. Fine. I’m sure that there are plenty of people around who will have no problem telling me exactly who I am.” It is probably better this way, she’d find more truth from someone who would disregard her feelings completely. 

He catches her hands, “your mom was banished and your brother wanted to find her.” Sokka starts. “We went on this whole journey and there was this thing that happened.” 

Azula rolls her eyes. “A thing?”

“We were attacked by some kind of spirit wolf that threw up spirit moth-wasps. It was about to ruin everything and then you made this big ball of lightning and all of the moth-wasps flew into it. The wolf and the rest of the swarm retreated.” He says. “You saved us.” 

Sokka’s grip on her wrist loosens and she finds herself sitting back down. 

“You told me that I smelled like a wet possum-pidgeon.” 

She succeeds in not laughing but can’t suppress a faintly humored smile. She supposes that, that does sound like her. “Why?”

“Because we were trying to sneak around and we needed disguises. I made a beard out of fur. I had too, it’s a classic! But you didn’t like it.” He declares. “On that same quest, we were attacked by...nature.”

“By nature?” 

“Long story. The point is, I was about to get strangled...or something...by a bunch of vines. You saved me from that too…and then you said that you only did it so that you’d have more peasants around to keep you safe.”

“If I help people, then why do they look at me the way they do.” 

Sokka bites his cheek. “You...uh...you went a little…” he holds his finger up to his head and twirls his finger. 

She stares at her palms, “oh.” 

“Yeeeah…” 

He isn’t making her feel any less awkward. 

But she had asked for...demanded answers. “That’s how I ended up in that institution, isn’t it?” At least she can piece together some of the how’s.

“That’s the thing that doesn’t make any sense.” Sokka replies, practically throwing his hands up. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while...you escaped…” he reconsiders his words. “You made a deal with your brother and he let you leave and then you ran away. You were still in the Fire Nation when that happened.”

“Exactly where did I run to?”

“Right into the Forgetful Valley.” 

Azula’s belly tickles unpleasantly. She rubs her hands over her face, “so I did this to myself?” She feels a disorientation to match that which she felt in the tundra. Had she taken her own memories? Had they, those people, taken her for her own protection? Perhaps she has simply filled the holes in her mind with visions as ominous as they are untrue.

“I. I don’t think so.” Sokka puts a sudden halt on her self-doubt. 

Azula cocks her head. “Why?” 

“Mostly because of your nightmares. But I guess it’s also because why would you run away if they didn’t hurt you?” 

Azula shrugs, “because I’m crazy.” 

She ought to start keeping a tally on how much she makes him flinch.

“You said that they did something to you.”

“I thought that they did…” now she is beginning to doubt. “Maybe I did something to me, Sokka.” What if they were just trying to save her from herself? She rubs her hands over her face again and lets them rest there. It could be that they were trying to save her from herself. That she is a cocktail of mental affliction; simply a mess of amnesia accompanied by paranoid delusions. 

A hand presses itself, comfortingly, between her shoulder blades. “You didn’t do this to yourself.” 

“I did.” She persists. “You said it yourself, I lost my mind. And then I lost it again...”

[gomagopowerrangers]

HIHI I AM PERCEIVING THIS

this was a piece done for a gift exchange event around valentines!

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Zone art thingieees

he is simply a guy.

the last one (bright ass red) is Insurrection!Zone he fights Tex w his cut off arm hes such a rat

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A LEVEE OF TEARS TO LEARN SHE'LL NEVER BE COMING BACK

no more tears - Ozzy Osbourne

HEY!!! Zone has his own rp/ask account!! go say hi or whatevr :3

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LANCAE

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i HAVE a fuckin GUY. he is Agent Arizona B. he was picked up from an abandoned archive (Labyrinth Archives) and dropped at the MOI. he's the replacement AZ cause the og was assumed KIA so he just there now.

he goes from the funky lil teenager on the MOI to the Meta's right hand feral to feral Red Team member.

he + rvb have been circulating in my brain for a year and theyre still goin strong. i cant fit a lot of stuff in just an rb but i DO have a tag for him under float like a moth/sting like a wasp or a bit on his toyhouse :D

hey rvb fandom!!! tell me about your freelancer (or other) ocs!! im curious

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BEEEEE WHO YOU AREE FOR YOUR PRIIIDE

final Zone design!! im happy w where it is if i ever change it smack the shit outta me please

also!! Zone is transmasc, he doesnt use a label on romantic prefs BUUT hes ace!!

bonus other versions below the cut bc yesg