#that or ember from elemental

[gongedtornado]

i wish i saw more filipino characters and actors in media. fictional or not, i kinda wanna be able to see myself so clearly in a character one day

[dragons-hoard-of-fandoms]

I watched Elemental last night.

Good movie. Not as good as WALL-E, but I liked it.

...

Okay so hear me out, Uzi as Ember and N as Wade- *I am immediately assassinated by the CIA*

[batri-jopa]

Ember & Wade

from Elemental (2023)

[chilledagridolce27]

no because why is elemental the literal embodiment of the absolute PRESSURE 1st & 2nd gen migrant kids face? the overwhelming reality of the unfathomable and tremendous sacrifice your parents made to give you the opportunities they never had...the weight of all that expectation to not only succeed but to succeed excellently because you are the culmination of generations of hopes and dreams, of blood, sweat and tears... The hopelessness of wondering how you could EVER pay back that kind of sacrifice and loss? the desperate need to be strong and do it anyway? The frantic desire to never disappoint, to never be the reason they regret it all... The constant internal struggle between your dreams and their legacy, your desires vs weight of their sacrifice, your future vs their past?? The burden of having to carry all of that and hating yourself for hating it because how could you spit in the face of all that sacrifice???! Why can't you just be grateful??!!

I'm a bad daughter

[therottenkingsreckoning]

3/14 it's Izzy! beautiful, beautiful Izzy. A full-blooded version of the same race that Yol is, with them and all of her friends being warped down to Earth thanks to a new plant she found and grew. They're big fans of plants, having an extensive garden in/next to her house, and will gladly talk for ages to you about that or anything else. Naturally, being on a whole new planet with lots of new plants to find was quite a pleasant surprise!

Generally seen as some of the smarter & more reasonable neighbors, though they are still plenty capable of causing & encouraging shenanigans when the opportunity arises >:)

made charts for each of the 3 typical headmates, as obviously each will have a different relationship to the people of Home. I'll put the version for Soldier down at the bottom as a bonus.

Only out when they need to be. Will protect you at all costs.

[peppapigvevo]

I was going to put this in a reply but I thought it might be too personal for that, so if you could, please respond privately!

(for clarification I don't mean this in a rebutting or critical way, just genuinely curious) I know pieces of media shouldn't be expected to capture the full range of experiences, but do you think the Elemental movie would also apply to poc who have only been in interracial relationships with other poc? in my personal experience while I can appreciate media that portray poc/white person interracial relationships, I don't connect to them personally

speaking entirely as the son of immigrants in a committed relationship with a white person who enjoyed the movie thoroughly but also just saw it once not even an hour ago:

the romance between Ember and Wade is definitely there and I loved them together but it was nowhere near the main plot of the story

definitely the reading of the movie is supposed to be "Wade = white person" and even myself made the joke and connection, but I think overall, the more important reading is the cultural difference that comes from being a naturalized citizen or direct child of a naturalized citizen vs. living or being far removed from that

this may be a little spoilery so stop here if you want to avoid that:

the movie starts with Embers parents immigrating to Element City and all the other elementals (there are no other fire elementals at this point) othering them; they're immediately given new names (their language being too complicated for the immigration officer) and are denied multiple rooms for rent by virtue of being fire elementals. it's pretty obvious (and supported by word of god) that fire elementals in Element City are from overt Asian cultures and the Fire Town they establish is a Chinatown.

there's definitely a few ways to read it, the most obvious, like I said up there, being that Fire elementals are PoC and every other elemental is "white." there also a scene in the beginning that establishes Fire Elementals as the "newest" type of immigrant – there's murals in the immigration office establishing that the other 3 were the first to populate Element City, so you could definitely read it as I tend to: diasporic people who are more removed from a culture interacting with immigrants who only had their culture. There's also the 3rd argument that Fire elementals had such an obvious cultural link and the other elementals didn't because Earth, Air and Water were just supposed to represent the idea of individualism vs. the familial collectivism that Asian cultures have (this is interesting because Wade is the only other Elemental besides Ember whose family we meet, and its a very extended family)

again, this is all my reading and maybe others will disagree or something, but th tl;Dr is Elemental is not a "star crossed romance" movie and is really the story of a child of immigrants caught in the VERY real-world dilemma of honoring her families sacrifice and pursuing her own path

[ki3r1]

♋♊

fire requires fire. it resents the cold rejection of water, doused upon it to condemn its very raison d'etre. and winds that try to forcefully change the direction of his blaze, saying 'i know what's best, better for you.'

[coern]

two embers needs to release soon already so I can have a little more of an excuse to draw alef and resh as siblings and draw them to six trillion years and overnight story

[discordiansamba]

he doesn't accompany his friends into hira'a.

it feels like a coward's move, but zuko can't bring himself to do it. it's just... zuko can't just put on a disguise and pretend to be someone else. his draconic features make that impossible. everyone in the fire nation- in the world- knows who he is.

his mom might not want to see him again.

he's sure now that his father was lying when he said that mother left because of him. but at the same time- he can't bring himself to face the possibility that there might be a kernel of truth to it at all. so instead he hangs back in the forest that borders the town, waiting. it takes a little while, but eventually katara comes to find him.

they've found her.

she directs zuko to a small house on the outskirts of hira'a. he doesn't go in. he doesn't even leave the forest. he sits up in a tree like the coward he is, watching them from the window. his mother is older than he remembers. she's had another child- a brightly smiling little girl who manages to make zuko feel self-conscious about his appearance in a way he hasn't felt since he met the dragons.

toph's the one who stomps out of the house and shoves him out of the tree. she grabs him by the collar and hauls him to his feet- then shoves him in the direction of the house. his mother and her new family are out there, waiting for him. he stops dead in his tracks- wishing he had a cloak or something to at least try and hide himself.

"...zuko?"

zuko swallows. there's so much hope in his mother's eyes.

"...mom."

there's tears in her eyes as she throws her arms around him. he stiffens- and then slowly relaxes as he puts his arms around her, ever so mindful of his claws. his wings surround them both, partially hiding them from view. he's pretty sure his half-sister is gaping at him, and his mother's husband is simply... staring. he'd be more offended, but he gets that a lot.

"i always held out hope," ursa tells him, "-that you would come back to us one day."

"it wasn't easy," zuko mutters, "-i'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

she looks up at him, cupping his face in her hands. he can't help but think back- back to the first time his father visited. back to the way he'd cupped his chin in his hand and stared down at him like he was a disgusting insect.

there's none of that in his mother's gaze.

he feels like he's come home.

rotating ursa's reunion with zuko in the dragon cursed au.

the last time she saw her son, it was when he was still fully overtaken by the dragon spirit. she argued with ozai for his right to live, but it was hard to hope when he seemed so lost. but when she finally meets him again after so long, it's after zuko has made peace with himself. his body is still transformed. he will never be free of that- but he and the dragon are at peace.

despite all that, zuko is... hesitant to approach his mother. he can still hear father's words ringing in his head. that she left because of him. he recognizes that it was a lie now, but it doesn't make the confrontation any easier. it would be so easy to stay away. she has a new family now- a sweet daughter who looks perfectly human. what if he just ruins things?

(someone rolls their eyes and drags him to meet her anyways. it's probably toph.)

ursa takes him in her arms and holds him tight. zuko rests his head on her shoulder and presses his palms against her back in return. she apologizes. ozai would have never allowed her to get anywhere near ember island again, but she always thought of him. she's so proud of him and everything he's accomplished.

he meets kiyi. she's not scared of him at all, which is a surprise. she asks if he can fly. he laughs and tells her he can mostly only glide. ursa has to stop them before zuko can take her cliff diving. kiyi is extremely disappointed. mom! it would be so fun!

(ikem has heard the tale from ursa, but it is another thing to see her son for himself. but he sees the way he smiles at his mother and his half-sister- and it is clear there is nothing to fear.)

[allhailnarusama]

Zutara: Fire Touching Water

This scene was inspired by that one scene in Elemental where Ember and Wade are at the beach and while they're having an emotional moment, the sun is setting over the ocean... or fire is touching water.

Wanted to try drawing their young adult versions this time (yk the ones we got from that poster that was released while lok was going?)

Yeah anyway idk how I feel about this one, but I'm tired of looking at it so... here you go

[luxuki-1]

Head cannon: Death Marks!

If you've seen my stuff on YouTube, you'd know that I'm a Warriors animator. So, I took some inspiration from Warriors fan designs of the dead cats. These designs will show elements of how the particular cat died, for example Hawkfrost will often have a scar on his neck from where he was stabbed. I thought it would be a cool idea to incorporate this into Danny Phantom as well.

Death marks are physical marks of how the particular ghost died or elements of what caused their death. So for full ghosts like Ember, the ends of her limbs are blackened like they were singed by fire. The same logic works for Halfas like Danny and Vlad.

Vlad was blasted/burned point blank in the face, it was a major factor of how he "died". When in ghost form, only the deepest scarring shows and of course changes colour to match the ghost's colour of energy.

Danny I'd say would have been electrocuted, so he has a lightning scar along his back and a bit on his shoulders (I know Lichtenberg Figures don't actually look like that, I just simplified the scars for my sanity). And like Vlad, the scar turns green in ghost form, but because of his suit, you can't really see it.

And as an extra note, death marks don't go away, even for Half-ghosts. So even though Danny's scar should have faded within a few days after the initial accident, it never faded. So injuries Danny would sustain from fighting healed quickly but strangely injuries from the accident never did.

(Sometimes these marks will even glow when using a strong and significant amount of energy. Think Danny's ghostly wail or the face off against Vlad and Dan in AGIT)

I don't know if anyone has ever done this before, I think it's likely but I just think having these death marks can also make for creative designs. (And this is also an explanation in case people were wondering why there were scars on Danny's neck in human form lol)

[philip-the-nickel]

Marketing did Elemental DIRTY

Just saw the movie, it was well worth the watch. The trailer made the movie look like some half assed race metaphor Zootopia ripoff with a canned, rehashed love story you've seen a million times.

Let me be clear, Elemental was none of the things the trailer made you believe it was.

First things first, The Romance:

There's a reason aro/ace people are flocking to this movie. The main couple falls in love without having to rely on any passionate kisses or hand holding; they fall for each other based on who they are, their personalities, their interests, their appreciation of the other's uniqueness. The central hand holding comes at a point in the movie well after the two are established as a couple, and have gone on many dates together. This movie makes their characters fall in love over mutual appreciation, not physical chemistry, and its such a genuine, sweet, wholesome romance to see play out

On top of that, this movie goes into a lot of aspects of immigrant life and the expectations that come with being a first born in a new country. The romance does not shy away from this or sweep it under the rug. The romance blossoms as the two learn more about each other, and come to understand and respect those differences.

Second, the movie isn't about romance, its about being an immigrant.

I came into this movie expecting zootopia 2: now with elements, and what I got was a heart-wrenching look into the life of a first generation child in a new land, born to immigrant parents. The movie absolutely does NOT sugar coat things, showing not only an ellis island moment of having your name changed, but also a number of topics ranging from having to navigate in a city made for people who are nothing like you, being denied housing, micro-aggressions, and straight up being denied entry to public places based on who you are.

The true heart of this movie is about the child of immigrants realizing the life she wants for herself, struggling with disappointing people who gave up everything they had so they could give you a better life, repaying that sacrifice and what a burden it feels like, and somehow facing the truth of who and what is staring back at you from the mirror.

Third, and lastly, the movie is absolutely beautiful

The trailers did this movie dirty. You never saw the refracting lights from firelight streaming through water, you didn't see the glassblowing, or how the fire dies down to barely a wisp when Ember is sad to burning like a wildfire when she's angry. You didn't see the scene underwater with the tree and |Spoilers|, you didn't see the world building or the character design that went into the background characters. This movie is absolutely beautiful, and uses light as both a visual treat and a metaphor for the movie's themes. Its absolutely gorgeous.

So, if you're wondering whether to skip this movie or watch it, I'm telling you now: ignore the trailers and go see this in theaters.

[ariestrxsh]

dealer!chris

💸 content warning: smut/angst, masturbation, mentions of hard drugs and guns, enemies to lovers, slow burn

💸 summary: literally just a really hot blurb about dealer!chris smoking a joint on a roof while jerking off to the thought of you

WHEN SPARKS FLY

chapters: | intro | 1 | 2 | 3 |

Chris found himself up on the rooftop of his girlfriend, Daisy's house after you'd dropped him off and gotten home safely, a lit joint dangling from his pouty lips, and his right hand below his waist, fiddling with his belt. Daisy had been soundly sleeping when he arrived, and he took the opportunity to take care of something that had been nagging him off and on all night.

He unstrapped his gun from his hip and laid it on the rooftop beside him. He unzipped his jeans, undid his button, and reached into his waistband. He couldn't set his cock free quickly enough. He started methodically stroking it, immediately feeling the relief of his own long-awaited touch accompanied by the cool metal of his rings.

He loved nights like this. He cherished the time he spent on rooftops, whether it was with music and a joint, with deliberating thoughts, or even just a late-night masturbation session. He loved the risky element of it, but how private it was at the same time.

The clouds were slowly parting to reveal the starry sky beneath them, the rain had stopped, and the wind was still gently blowing, adding to the intimate moment he was having with himself. "Oh, fuck," he softly moaned as a bit of precum pooled at his slit.

He gently squeezed his cock, the clear fluid beginning to leak down his perfect, mushroom-shaped head as he pumped it in his hand. The cool air rushed over his tip, causing him to shiver in delight as a layer of goosebumps traveled across his skin.

He took a long drag, the ember of the joint glowing in the dark. He gently ran his thumb over his shiny cockhead, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He bit back a groan at the incredible sensation.

He wasn't fantasizing about anything in particular, just basking in the moonlight and letting all the thoughts from the day go, exhaling them with the smoke that escaped his lips. His eyes fluttered shut, and he tossed his head back as he relaxed into the beautiful feeling.

The sounds of the night were soothing, the wind rustling through the trees, the distant music of windchimes clanking together, and Chris' occasional moans of delight. He took another puff from the nearly-spent joint, burning his lips on the roach as he pulled from it.

His chest rose and fell at a quickening pace, and his calm, slow breaths turned into a fervent panting as he started to approach the edge. His mind began to wander to places he'd been trying to avoid. You. He secretly loved your crass personality, your dry sense of humor, and how sexy you were.

He remembered the way your legs looked in that dress you wore earlier. He remembered the perfect curve of your back, imagining how it would look arched in front of him. A coy smile played into his expression when he recalled the way you'd stammered your way through your sentence when he accused you of thinking about him doing this very thing.

Before he could decide whether it was wrong or not to be entertaining a fantasy about you while his girlfriend was asleep in her room beneath him, he started picturing you in some skimpy lingerie sprawled out on your bed. In his imagination, he was on top of you, parting your legs with his knee and running his fingers across your soft skin.

"Chris," he imagined the sound of the wind whistling faintly was you hissing his name between your teeth. He fantasized about the way you'd moan into his mouth as he kisses you and how your body would tighten and squirm as you take what he gives you.

Your name passed through his lips as the motion of his hand sped up, stroking his sensitive cock at an ungodly pace as he pictured you letting go beneath him, your whole being trembling under his touch.

He felt it in his stomach first - that familiar ache, the building tension, and finally the release.

"Fuck," he lustfully whispered to himself. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he pulled his eyebrows together in a look of pure gratification. His cock twitched in his grasp, squirting his pearly white substance all over his exposed stomach and his hand.

He let the sensation overtake him, pleasure rippling through his core and flooding his brain with pure, unfiltered satisfaction as he drained himself. He left his body, becoming one with the stars, one with the moon, and one with the night all before his consciousness floated back down like a feather. He felt at peace.

He felt the joint he pinched in his grasp start to burn the pads of his fingers before he finally put it out. He tucked himself back into his jeans, buttoning them up, and fastening his belt. He stuck his glock back into his waistband, the cool metal contrasting against his warm skin.

He laid in silence for a few moments, enjoying the thrill of being high and the post-orgasmic bliss that lingered in his body for several minutes after. He felt his whole being buzzing with dopamine and adrenaline, two things that didn't come to him as easily since living the fast life.

The thoughts he'd had about you in the midst of his climax almost surprised him. It was the first time he'd allowed his mind to go there without shutting the thought down before it had a chance to play out.

Once his breath returned to normal and he felt like he could stand again, he found his way from the roof to the cinderblock wall on the side of the house and finally, his converse hit the grass beneath him.

He climbed out of his damp clothes that he had sweat in and that had been rained on throughout the night and crawled into bed next to his girlfriend. He was careful not to wake her, shifting around meticulously as he glanced over at her pretty face glowing in the moonlight.

He knew that you were right, that he had to tell Daisy what he was really doing for work, but in that moment when he looked at her, he had a sinking feeling in his stomach. He just knew she wouldn't stay if she found out, and he knew that she certainly wouldn't stay if she'd known about what he'd just done while thinking about another woman.

Guilt kept him awake, staring at the ceiling fan for the next hour or so until exhaustion took its place, finally allowing him to drift off to sleep.

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[valentine-cafe]

Hello!! Rasui-obsessed anon here! First time requesting and I’m a bit new here so sorry if I get it wrong!

( smut ) for ftm reader please? You just wanted to spend some time with the ever so busy Rasui in his office, being clingy and wanting to get intimate without disturbing his work, you suggest cockwarming!! But then it totally backfires cause now you’re all needy and whiny after a while and trying so hard not to beg him to fuck you because you don’t want to bother him anymore than you already have!!

love you guys lots! can i also be 🦐 anon hehe

˖⁺. “ how to not ! cockwarm your busy bf ” : 

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you're always such a needy thing. you couldn't help but cockwarm your beloved boyfriends while he's busy. . . and now here you are, wishing you could bounce on his cock instead 

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The scratch of a pen. It scribbles away so skillfully over paper. Yet the itch within you is left to swelter. So close - and yet so far.

Deep mahogany seems most interesting to you in the moment. Or at least, that is what you wish to delude yourself with. Your focus hones on the scatter of documents full of text you can barely decipher. Not that you would be able to even if you understood. Not with the warm, thick cock that fills you to the brim. A perfect stretch to your rim that you fight to hell-and-back not to clench up around your hard-working boyfriend.

How dutiful is he. Only one hand to write away at his work that you so desperately wish he would discard. Why can’t it be you on the table with his hands all over you?

Instead you will have to settle for the touch of ember upon your thigh with a calloused thumb lazily tracing circles. Mindlessly, you assume. For Rasui has yet to let out so much as a peep.

While you are here. Suffering. Needing.

All it would take is a small dip of your hips. A rock back into his lap to send fireworks through your twist of a tummy. Perhaps a tender word uttered to his ear where brunette locks lap along his lobes neatly. The slightest of pleads and you knew - work would become an afterthought.

Alas, anxiety is a fickle thing. The mere possibility of him looking at you with those flames of his eyes dampened with disappointment. The warmth of his voice drained into a dull scold: “I told you I am busy.”

It almost loops your tummy more than the intense pleasure that throbs along your gummy walls. They remember his rough thrusts, and they flutter. As though crying out for him to wreck them as he usually does. Simple grinds. Slothful humps. Whatever he wants.

Anything, but the stillness of a lake. One that you drown in. Agonisingly.

That irritable lump that continues to form inside of your throat refuses to go away. Regardless of how much you attempt to swallow it. A sigh escapes the man from behind your back. Heavy and tired. As are the few last scribbles on the current document that plagues his mind so clearly.

All before he moves on to the next. Endless. Piece of document paper, that has laid in the piles of documents.

What else can you do but cry out internally? The flames within your soul feel as though they will rage through your entire form soon enough and rip you to shreds from the need. Yet he knows none of what you feel —

In the reality of it all, he is very aware. It is all a game. Why should he tell you? Oh the cruel man of magma and fire reaching high up to the skies that he is. He recognises the loopy look.

It is sweet. That you think you remain unseen and unnoticed. Without the slightest of realisation you clench around him mindlessly. The way your eyes squint. Pearly whites biting down upon the plush skin of a bottom lip.

“Careful, darling, you’ll break skin.” He murmurs, eyes remaining where they have all this time. The sheet of paper, gathering the slightest of burn marks from the heat emitting from him.

With teeth halting immediately, and a breath hitched quietly. Your eyes move to focus somewhere else in the room — Perhaps a smell could distract you? Cinnamon? No. . . No that is just Rasui.

The window displaying the society of shades’ bustling nightlife? Most uninteresting. It gets harder and harder to not allow a whine or more out of your lungs. Head limping back against his shoulder.

“Sweet thing. You are bothered.”

Oh. Oh this bastard. The question carried such innocence. Feigned, you’d assume no less. You couldn’t do anything, it was mock. Was it not? “I am— I am okay, just tired.” The response earns the lift of a dark brown brow, and a huff. Flames puff into the air from the locks of hair at the top of his head.

“Certainly?” You yelp at the words slipped out into the atmosphere of the room, for you felt his hips shift below you. Pistoning up, as if to adjust. And then he begins to act as though nothing had happened? Pretending. Infuriating.

A part of you wishes to spin around. Hook your legs through the loops of his black office chair and ride him until creaks bounce off of the wall in an endless drone. What a sweet fantasy that is. If you promptly ignore his difference in strength in comparison to you. How easy it would be for him to simply shove your form across his table and fuck you senseless. Surely the chair creaking would be replaced the legs of the desk skidding rhythmically across the floor in no time.

Your mini mirages send another shudder through your body. Your walls flutter around his dick with one of your innermost crevices nursing along that one vein that makes Rasui restrain a groan of his own.

He couldn’t give you what you want just yet, now could he? Not when the payoff of your pitiful begging would be all the more sweeter. He spoils himself in the slightest with traces of his heated lips along your shoulder. A flicker of taste to the confection yet to come.

The click of a tongue breaks the silent. You catch his frustrated scribble of a signature on a document you barely have the chance to read, before he shuffles it beneath the stack of paper. Another operation he does not agree with - you assume.

The ball of irritation that has so stubbornly nestled itself within your core quickly bubbles into guilt. Here you are, whining over not having his dick pounding you sore.

Out of habit, you shift around in an attempt to quell the prickle of conflict within you. It seems you have so easily forgotten of your favourite cock that is buried so deep within you. Its pulses are swift to remind you, coupled with the spurt of pleasure that rattles through your body.

“Fuck,”

It is a cross between desperacy and bliss. What a cruel mix to lather itself over you skin and set your nerves ablaze. Your muscles move on memory and chase the spark of pleasure with stiff cradles of your hips. Sense and conscience flung out the window you so uselessly attempted to distract yourself with.

Surely, if you hadn’t snapped yourself back into presence, your moans would have poured through it shamelessly as well.

“Mm. What’s this?”

“Rasui. . . please.”

You can deny the shivers that course through your body no longer.

It truly was a pain in and of itself. Why could your nails not be scratching hard across the beautiful desk at this moment as you got fucked intensely?

Why did it have to imagination and nothing more?

“Please? Please what, habibi?” He croons. The deep timber of his voice vibrating through your right ear. With the mission to twist your tummy once more and have you clenching.

The needy begs he wants to hear from you— they are not coming. And it sets him ablaze. In the literal way as much as it is figurative. Emotions scattered and screaming, like a wildfire spreading across a meadow.

Hungry, tearing into it.

Just like the flames that surround his office, you feel the ones from him surround your body. Licking away at your skin in possessive manner. As if the flame had a life of it’s own.

You moan out quietly as he shifts his hips into an upwards angle, the throbbing tip of his cock hitting at the sensitive bundle of nerves you had been needing to feel getting fucked into.

“I need — I needyou. Rasui, I nee—ed you, need you so bad—”

And as you went on, you would come to feel the familiar rhythm, slow. Agonising, but despite it all you revered in it.

The pleasure shot bliss straight to your head. Nausea mixing with the pleasure and overwhelm. Furthering your whines as you cling onto him. A groan escapes your throat. Only to cut off into a gasp, when calloused, hot, flaming fingers find your nipple.

Thumb swiping across your top surgery scar. Whilst the heated voice in your ear whispers: “It is pitiful. How you wait, I am right here. Take.”

And there’s the skid of the table.

A familiar weight presses you down as though you are one of those documents. Rasui’s body so firmly pins yours against the smooth wood of his desk. It creates such a delightful friction to your already perked nipples that slide and scrape across the surface.

The hand that stroked along your thigh has found home on your head. With strength that could rage embers through vast forests, it forces your face to half-press against the solid surface. It is a sensation you would have no time to delight in. Not with the fierce claps of hips to your ass. Warmth of flame and force combined.

“Is this what you wanted?” You feel the fire lap from his tongue and lips. They kiss at your ear with a familiar heat that boils in the core of your tummy as thrusts wreck your body. Cinnamon floods your senses - more potent than earlier. An addictive aroma. Almost akin to the delicious feel of his cock splitting your walls open.

“Wanted to come around here. Disturb my work.”

His palm joins the assault. It smacks at your ass and grips at the soft flesh. The perfect leverage for him to angle his thrusts and knock against that one, darling spot. Flames might have consumed you whole - yet white floods your vision in waves. White. Hot pleasure that crawls up your throat and forces your mouth open. Subjecting the office to your moaning melody.

“All so this needy hole could get a good fucking, hmm?”

“Y-Ye - yes yes - yeesss ah! ‘m sorry-”

The table legs screech against the floor at the rise in tempo. Your nails sing in tandem from the scratches they etch into the wood. Just as you wanted them to.

Much like the bright burning stars that litter the night sky, embers scatter off of your joined bodies. Flaming hands keep you down against the wooden surface. Whilst the only thing that burns you are his nails, that dig into the skin of your waist.

A small moaned out scream mixed with pleasure and pain runs around the room. Like a wild animal on the lose. It makes you lightheaded.

The feral feel that swells within your stomach. Your sensitive hole begging for more, whereas your body only seems to collapse more against the desk each time.

“o- o-h! — o — ngh-m hn— R-Ra-sss-zuii!” You moan out loud. Yet what meets you instead is a hand squeezing tight at your thigh and leaving a few burn marks. Whilst sharp teeth find purchase in your shoulder.

“Not that. Say it right.”

The command is shot at your heart, and oh the weakness that spins around with it. In a dance of fresh air and lava pools trying to catch the wind.

Thinning your lips on instinct as the pleasure grows. It takes another hard thrust into the right spot for you to spill out messy calls for him. “D—Director— Di— Director Rasui— ngh — Pl-Pleas-ah!”

“Good boy— thas’ it, good boy.” grunts against your ear, as the pace whips itself out of rhythm. Even if he tried to keep it going, your desperate pleas sent him straight back home to the elemental realm. The sweetest song he has ever heard.

How can he deny you the pleasure of being full of his hot seed when you sing for him so delightfully?

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ME! I was the one who requested it! And it’s beautiful!!

This was a requested from someone to draw them in there voice actors outfits from this!! Still my Lock Screen-

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The Fortune-Teller does not deserve the hate it has received. It's actually a great episode that people misunderstand. Let me explain.

Kataangers love the episode for it says Katara is destined to be with Aang. Zutarians hate the episode for this reason along with forcing Katara into a pigeon hole. I stand between these warring tribes and say that they are both wrong.

To be clear, I am a Zutarian. If we would've had a Book 4 like the head writer had intended, this episode would've been integral for that book.

"But the 3-act story structure!" some may argue. A 3-act story structure is just a 4-act story structure in disguise.

Anyways, let's continue.

The destiny that Aunt Wu foretells does not give names and is vague in nature. She tells Katara that she is to be married to a powerful bender. She didn't say the most powerful nor did she say bender of all four elements. One doesn't have to be the Avatar to be a powerful bender.

Come Aang's fortune, she foretold of a great battle between good and evil that will determine the fate of the world. We immediately think of Aang battling Firelord Ozai to end the 100 year war. However, this fortune is vague and could foretell another battle after Ozai has fallen.

When Aunt Wu learns that Aang wants to learn about his future about love, she cheers him up by giving him a vague, seemingly harmless white lie to satisfy him. "Follow your heart and you will be with the one you love." Since Aang is 12, he can easily misconstrue infatuation for love.

I believe The Fortune-Teller is a giant red herring that many people in both Zutara and Kataang sectors have fallen for. But wait, what is a red herring?

In literature, a red herring is a device to throw the characters and the audience off the scent of future events. It's meant to distract and deceive.

At the end of The Fortune-Teller, Katara believes she is destined to be with Aang and Aang believes it as well. Throughout the remainder of the series, Katara's emotional bond with Aang is challenged. Then by The Ember Island Players, Katara is confused, unsure about her feelings, unsure about her destiny.

What other character struggled with his perception of his destiny?

For the majority of the series, Zuko falsely believed that his destiny was to hunt down the Avatar and regain his honor. We know that this destiny was forced upon him by his father, Ozai.

But as Iroh has said, "Destiny is a funny thing." Iroh had believed he would have been in Ba Sing Se as a conqueror but instead, he had liberated Ba Sing Se from Fire Nation occupation.

Zuko had turned against his father and his supposed destiny and set out to aid the Avatar instead. After this, Zuko's new belief is that it is his destiny to help Aang in defeating Ozai instead. Truly, destiny is funny that way.

But why is this only applied to Zuko? Why isn't this the same message given to Katara's arc? Is she truly destined to be with Aang and she cannot fight against this fate? Is this strong female character destined to be reduced to servitude?

The same girl that inspired imprisoned earthbenders to fight back? The same girl that fought against gender roles in her own culture? The same girl that didn't give into despair and led her crew out of the desert? The same girl that aided in healing a Fire Nation village? The same girl that rose above her mentor and used bloodbending to save her loved ones? The same girl that went toe to toe with Azula and won?

I SAY NAY!

Imagine, if you will, what Katara's continued arc could've been like in Book 4. Katara would've defied the destiny that was forced upon her and determined her destiny for herself. But in the end, destiny is a funny thing for this action only plays into fate. Zuko is a powerful bender after all. 👀

Now, I must depart before I give too many spoilers for my writing. Fare thee well, until we meet again!