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dont-blame-it-on-the-kids · 3 months ago
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Amon for the character ask?
Amon
* How I feel about this character
The best villain in LOK honestlyyyyy, my mans
* All the people I ship romantically with this character
- lieutenant
- Lin đŸ«Ł
* My non-romantic OTP for this character
- he doesn’t have friends. He has followers
- Asami
* My unpopular opinion about this character
Don’t know if this unpopular or just not widespread but
He honestly believed what he was rallying for. He has some mental slip or break and was hearing voices he called Spirits and honestly believed what he was told. He also believed Rohan was his successor and once he cleansed Lin of her bending she would love him. My poor mans
* One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.
I wishhhh he had been the over arching bad guy for the entire series.
Can you IMAGINE Kuvira getting to the city and then realizing after the portal opens when she orders her men to stand down they Don’t
And then we watch as her mechs and army have been sabotaged and taken over by Equalists and Amon yoinks her bending before going after Korra.
CAN YOU IMAGINE Korra fighting Amon (now with real scars lmao) and what it takes for her to win.
Can you Imagineeee Amon bloodbending bystanders and the air kids who get too close and korra pleading for him to let them go and that his fight is with her.
Can you imagine it would have been so good
(Also
. Bloodbending Avatar?? 👀👀👀)
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atla-milf-month · 3 months ago
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Saw you want suggestions. I bet Grandma Yin was really pretty when she was younger. Look at those eyes! I wonder what she got up to?
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Thank you! I'll make sure to include her in the promo! o7
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dont-blame-it-on-the-kids · 7 months ago
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*adding those to my 'to read after tech course' lmao* thank you for the tag!
id my two rn is probably Right Hand Man and In a Week (Major Character Death for In a Week)
for right hand man i love thinking that she had friends and that Siakhan really has her back
and for in a week i was listening to the song by hozier and wanted to write a Kyalin Death Fic lmao
Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❀
I love all my fics in different ways, but I recently re-read both Starvation Paradise and Harmonic Convergence and was delighted by them both in different ways.
Starvation Paradise is I think my "most AU" AU in the sense that if you swap out the names it could probably be (shitty) original fiction. The entirety of the story takes place in a location that doesn't appear in Avatar canon, and has nothing to do with the plot of the series or the Avatar herself. I had a lot of fun with the worldbuilding and developing the relationship between Asami and Iroh as they struggle to survive in the wild. It's the fic I probably did the most research for. It also has a lot of my favorite tropes like mutual pining, caring for each others' injuries, and only one bed. It's a very "me" fic in a lot of ways.
Harmonic Convergence is in some senses the total opposite. It's an absolutely ridiculous romp I co-wrote with @ideklolwat featuring rivals to lovers Irosami in a shitty metal band on tour. This fic is just a solid good time, with on a re-read a sexy and utterly aggravating relationship between Asami and Iroh that I'm quite proud of in such a non-serious fic. There's some deep stuff there with Iroh's PTSD from his time in the military and Asami alluding to a possibly abusive past relationship. I also love all the cameos of random shit from the Avatar world, from song names to band names to personality traits (hello band manager Mako). I still laugh out loud at parts of it.
Tagging @thatoneguy56fanfic @yell0wsalt @tamras-shieldmaiden @krastbannert and @dont-blame-it-on-the-kids, rec some fics!
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bearsandbeansart · 6 months ago
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For @atlararepairmonth week 4, spirits. Jet/Agni, in which Jet is the Kemurikage.
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btheleaf · 5 months ago
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As a Pema fan and expert, I'm curious your opinion on how Pema takes so many people becoming airbenders but not her. I imagine her relationship to bending and particularly airbending is rather complicated. Thoughts?
First of all, thank you 😂 my obsession has granted me a new title it seems. Pema Expert :)
Answer under the cut
When Pema was a child, of course she wished we was born with an element. What kid doesn't? She was born in the Earth Kingdom and throwing rocks around is COOL.
As she got older, she saw the pressure that all the benders were under to try and master their elements or use them in their daily lives for work. She was born into a family of non benders and primarily surrounded herself with non benders. She harbored no resentment for benders but was glad she wasn't one. She just wanted to be herself and was content to be how she was.
Pema becomes an acolyte because she falls in love with the teachings of the air nation and their way of life. In the acolytes, she finds herself as a person, she finds freedom, she finds joy and happiness, and she finds Tenzin. Never once did she wish for an element when she was getting everything she ever wanted without one.
The only time she ever truly wished she was born with an element (as an adult) was once after Book 2. A spirit pulled Oogi into the ocean mid-flight, and she had to pull Tenzin from the water after he exhausted himself from rescuing the kids and trying to save Oogi. He wasn't responding to CPR, and in that moment she never wanted anything more in her entire life to be a waterbender. He coughed up the water eventually and didn't die, don't worry.
When Bumi first shows his element in Book 3, Pema is shocked at first and then very disturbed by the development. Bumi and her were the only nonbenders in the entire group, and now it's just her and the acolytes again. To her, he basically left her alone with all these damn benders.
She jokingly tells Bumi how uncool it is that they can't bond over being nonbenders anymore and Bumi just,, fully starts crying. Pema is shocked and confused as he breaks down and tells her that she deserves it more than him, that she should have been an airbender because she spent her life studying the culture. He's afraid that she'll resent him now because of it.
Pema smiles and hugs him and tells him that she doesn't want an element, even if it's air. She hardly has time to raise four young children and support Tenzin when he's nearly dying all the damn time running around on Avatar business. She doesn't have the desire or time to learn an element.
She tells him that she doesn't want that responsibility, and she's actually sorry the element fell to him because she knows that he's proud of his illustrious career in the UF as a nonbender. He cries even more when she says that, and that solidifies the fact that she doesn't want an element.
She's glad the harmonic convergence skipped over her.
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krastbannert · 7 months ago
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13, 42 for Maiko?
13. Do they have potential to be toxic if they’re usually healthy?
Yeah. They definitely do.
Neither of them are incredibly good at expressing their emotions. Zuko is passionate and loud, but also very rash and temperamental, Mai is quiet and composed but that means she holds everything back until she explodes. When they fight, they fight. And it's not pretty. So I would say what toxicity their relationship does have is less like not supporting each other or being controlling or dishonest or anything like that - if these two would be toxic, it would be due to lack of communication. (Good communication, specifically - Zuko yelling and Mai not talking is not a good combo. And yeah, Zuko does, canonically, get jealous. So maybe a little of that, too.)
42. Who is the sensible mature one?
I would argue Mai, personally. I think Zuko is smart - a lot smarter than many people seem to give him credit for - but like I said above, he's a little rash and temperamental, and while he can definitely be mature and make hard decisions, he can also act purely on instinct. I think Mai is more the one who sits back, thinks about the possibilities a bit more, and makes the "mature" choice.
(Which is something, I think, that she has to un-learn to an extent as she grows up - she has to unlearn how to always be the quiet thinker, and has to learn that sometimes, it's okay to act on instinct alone.)
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backwards-blackbird · 7 months ago
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@orangepanic I'M FUCKMIGJ DYING
When people see the Lieumon ship for the first time.
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nyamadermont · 2 months ago
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Day 5: Sunburn + Krew
For @orangepanic's Whumptloktober!
Lin was sprawled on her back, her arms wide under the ceiling fan spinning lazily overhead. Beside her, Kya was similarly arranged, but on her stomach. They were as close as they could manage, the sticky heat of the day clinging to every inch of skin.
Lin frowned.
“Kya, remind me of something.”
The incoherent groan probably meant, "what?"
“Aren’t you a waterbender?”
She chose to interpret the second groan as, “what’s it to you?”
“Can’t you do something useful, like pull the water out of the air and send it out the window?”
The pinch she got to her waist registered Kya’s unwillingness to do anything of the sort.
Lin rolled onto her side, but did not pull her legs together. Hot and sticky was not a nice feeling.
She blew across Kya’s bare shoulder, as if she were cooling off a bowl of soup.
That little noise was a bit more contented than the first two.
But when she laid her whole hand at the small of Kya’s back, she got actual language from her wife.
“I love your touch under any other conditions, you know that. But this Fire Nation heat wave is about to dehydrate me completely.” She wiggled away from Lin, who just chuckled and let her hand fall away to the sheets.
She resumed her imitation air bending.
Kya wriggled back a little closer.
Lin was just about to lean over to see if a kiss would get her kicked out of bed when the phone rang.
This time, the groans were in unison.
Lin flopped over and bent the receiver to herself.
“Beifong. State the nature of the emergency.”
On the other end of the line, she could hear her caller gasping for breath. She frowned, and took a breath to yell at whoever was bothering her.
But Pema managed to get herself under control enough to explain. “Hi, Lin. I’m so sorry, but I really need Kya to come over.” The laughter was back. “Rohan begged all morning, so all of the kids plus Korra and her crew went to the beach.” Pema snorted.
“You should see the sunburns on these people! Korra’s in too much pain to heal anyone.”
From the far side of the bed, Kya unsympathetically grunted, “Tell them to find the aloe bush and call me in the morning.”
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thebxghag · 1 year ago
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An IrohSami commission done for @orangepanic !! Thank you so much once again, I had lots of fun with this one!
For anyone else interested, my commission pricing sheet can be found on my blog as my pinned post!
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dont-blame-it-on-the-kids · 2 months ago
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16 for Jinora?
Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves
She feels she only got her tattoos because her father realized he was getting old and almost died in the hands of the red lotus. If he wasnt there in a few years to appoint a new master then no one would be and Jinora would go without her master tats or receive them from a non air master.
Her tattoos are a constant reminder of her hard work and her knowledge and abilities yes but also that her father will die, that her grandfather was the last of their culture- their home- their family, that one day she will be the master airbender and take her fathers place in the regrown and reformed air nation. That her mastery and her tattoos are a dead man’s grip on a culture that was lost 100 years ago.
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chocolate-cringymuffin · 17 days ago
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Art for "Smoke" by @orangepanic
Art Title: A new beginning.
Fandom: Legend of Korra.
Warnings: Violence/captivity/torture/psychological torture/canonical character death/suicidal thoughts/suicide attempt.
Comments: This is specifically inspired by the chapter called "a new beginning" almost at the end of it. I struggled to imagine a proper attire so I used a discarded concept of clothes for Asami from the art book and for Iroh I tried to use something discreet yet practical and comfortable, so I went for a coat. They are dancing in this scene.
@wipbigbang
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devildogdemon · 2 years ago
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You don’t miss with such domestic bliss 😍 Oh to peer over the fence at this delightful scene! Doting insistent Mako, restless cranky pregnant Korra on the verge of combusting, and Asami and Iroh dexterously inserting themselves as the desperately-needed buffer between them 😁
Badass women going through pregnancy and their chivalrous-to-a-fault baby daddies is srsly the most entertaining combo (for readers at least, probably not for them 😅). It really is Mako’s luck Iroh’s a few steps ahead of him to pass along the perspective he def needs to hear. Also, adorable af Aika stealing the show as she should đŸ„ș she deserves all the comfort holds from Uncle Mako and her Tree DaddyÂ đŸ„°
There is no better demonstration of “Stronger Together” than Makorra and Irosami conquering anything from as big as the world, to a backyard bbq. Thank you so so much, this is def better than any super bowl bbq I could hope to go to! I’m gonna live in this lovely world you’ve created now, I like it here 😉
A late entry for @makorra-week-2023 for Day 4: Parenting and Day 7: Stronger Together. Thanks to @devildogdemon for the idea of the family BBQ.
Out of the corner of his eye Mako saw her start to get up. He dropped the paper plates clattering to the table. “Korra!” he called. “What do you need?”
His wife glared blue daggers at him. Her arms were braced on either side of her rounded belly, her butt half in and half out of the yellow lawn chair already.
“What I need is for you to not treat me like I’m weak,” she said. “For spirits’ sake I have legs, Mako. I gotta pee. Again.”
Asami snorted softly from the chair next to her. Mako met her eyes. “Can you help her?” he asked.
Asami laughed. “No way. I like being alive.”
“See, she gets it?” said Korra. She shoved herself tottering to her feet and it was everything Mako could do not to reach out and steady her. “Women have been making babies for thousands of years,” she huffed. “We don’t need you hovering.”
“I’m not hovering,” he said. “The grass is uneven. Can you even see your feet?”
Korra opened her mouth but Asami hopped to her feet. “I think Iroh is burning the sausages,” she said quickly. “Go help him. I have to go to the ladies’ anyway. Too many margaritas today.”
Mako was about to reply when a shrill screech cut through the air. “Moooooooooooooommm!!!” A moment later Asami was hit in the leg by a whirl of purple and long black pigtails. 
“Hi, honey,” she said, dropping her hand to her daughter’s sobbing head. “What’s wrong?”
“San changed m-m-my r-r-r-roooooooooock!” wailed Aika.
“San changed your rock. I see.” Asami looked up at Mako and cocked an eyebrow. “Aren’t you excited?” she deadpanned. Then she popped down into a crouch and cupped Aika’s tear-stained face. “Why don’t you let Uncle Mako here take you to see Uncle Bolin?” she soothed. “He’s an expert with rocks. I bet he can put your rock back the way you like it.”
The little girl sniffed dramatically. “I want Daddy,” she said.
Asami smiled. “Or that. I’m sure Daddy can fix it, whatever it is.” She wrapped her arms around Aika’s back and hoisted her to her hip, then handed her over to Mako with a grunt. “It’s like I’m chopped liver some days,” she muttered. “Would you do the honors of delivering this important package to Daddy while we ladies go relieve ourselves?” 
Mako nodded as Aika was passed over, her sobs already fading to sniffles. Her little body felt so hot and light in his arms. She smelled like grass. He knew he’d love whatever came, but a part of him hoped for a girl all the same. Getting to know Aika over the last four years wasn’t a small bit of that, either. Against all odds Asami had turned into a good friend to them both, and through her steady love Iroh had become another. Deciding to buy the house down the street from them once he and Korra got the news had barely merited a discussion. The twins would only be a year and a half older, too. 
“Got something for you, I!” Mako called as he walked back over to the grills. In the distance he could hear more children’s shrieks, probably San and his brothers melting all the rocks in the park while Bolin egged them on. At least that’s what he hoped it was. Meelo had joined them along with Ikki, Huan, and Jinora, and the last time that had happened had involved mud tornadoes. 
The man at the grill looked up and grinned. He shook out the flames in his hands, wiped them both on his apron, then opened his arms. That’s when Mako spotted the two wide-eyed little boys wrapped around his legs. 
“Full house,” he said, taking Aika, who nuzzled promptly into his neck. “I feel like a tree.” 
“San bent my rock,” his daughter mumbled. 
“I heard,” he said. “I think the whole city heard, actually. Maybe if Uncle Mako can take on these sausages we can go find you a new one?” Iroh looked down to where his sons clung to his pants. “We’ll go slow.”
“How do you do it?” asked Mako. 
Iroh looked up. “Which part?”
“The part where Asami didn’t murder you when she was pregnant. I try to be helpful, but all Korra wants is for me to get lost.”
The general chuckled. “No, she doesn’t. She just wants to feel in control.”
“But it’s Korra! What if she hurts herself? Or the baby?”
“I once caught Asami at the top of a ladder with a welding torch,” Iroh said soberly. “I almost pissed myself. I think it was the biggest fight we ever had.” He shrugged, then shifted Aika to his other shoulder. “Then we talked about it. I told her what I needed, which was for her to take her and our child’s safety seriously. She told me what she needed, which was for me to trust her that she knew how to do that. After that it got better. Asami started asking more for what she wanted to keep me from interfering in the things that she didn’t. The fact that a lot of it required I spend all day across town wasn’t lost on me. But the way she’d light up when I came back with whatever obscure pickled thing she was craving helped me feel like I was doing something useful instead of standing around while she did all the work. I gave lots of foot rubs and firebent baths to perfect temperature. I oversaw the contract for the steam room and let her tackle the crib. And in turn she agreed to delegate more at work and hit pause on a couple of projects. It helped.” 
Mako nodded. He couldn’t see Korra letting go of anything, but she did like foot rubs. And it made him realize they really hadn’t talked much about division of labor. Mako had assumed that his job was to take care of her. Maybe there was more to that than simply trying to take over. Korra’s strength was one of the things he’d always loved about her. 
“Thanks, I,” he said. Then he looked down at the green-eyed purple bundle in Iroh’s arms. “Go find your kids some rocks. I’ll handle the rest of lunch and call you all in when it’s ready.”
Iroh smiled. “You’re going to be fine, Mako. Both of you.” Then he looked down at his legs. “Who’s ready for a colossus ride?” he called. The boys started screaming. Iroh laughed and lifted one wiggling leg high in the air before bringing it gently back down to earth.
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bearsandbeansart · 4 months ago
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At long last, the portrait of this handsome boy is finished.
Close up underneath the cut, along with all the wacky versions this went through to reach this point.
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And now, the bonkers evolution that this portrait has gone on.
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Cookie Monster!Jet courtesy of @orangepanic
And lastly, my absolute favorite version of the drawing, done by my six year old:
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zuko-with-a-mullet · 8 months ago
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Six Sentence Sunday- Tagged by @jerk-bending. ---
He managed to dig and crawl his way out of the mountain of debris, dirt and dust lodged deep under his fingernails and in the pores of his skin. Cries and groans for help began dying as the light of the surface breached his vision. There was the scraping of ash in his throat as he coughed and gasped for fresh air finally free from the rubble. And he sat there, hunched over and cross legged next to the spot where he pulled himself free, dazed and covered in a layer of dust that coated his freshly shorn hair and all the way down to his metal-toed boots. The siege was over.
Months after the siege, Jee was reassigned to a post fitting his recently demoted status of ‘disgraced lieutenant’, blockade duty under the command of Captain Zhao. ---
I'm supposed to tag six people so- @firelord-frowny @jerk-bending @orangepanic @crookedmouth-mountainbones and... @firelord-frowny @jerk-bending again!
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krastbannert · 7 months ago
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5, 28, 49
5. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
No. It's more like @authorjoydragon's squishmallows take over my side of the bed every night and I'm left with about 1 inch of space before the edge of the bed.
28. How are you, really?
Fuckin tired of living in a hotel room, that's for damn sure.
49. What does your last text say?
I congratulated my sister on graduating college (not typing it out because I can't be bothered and because it has potentially identifiable info that I don't want online).
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wilcze-kudly · 1 year ago
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Thought id tryout this by @orangepanic
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