ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˡᵉᵐᵉᶰᵗˢ

independent roleplay blog for Avatar Korra made on Feb. 28th. 2015. revamp = WIP. original fanart by; iahfy theme background made by; burnsbriiight

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due to recent events. and because i feel like i need a fresh start-- 

i’ve moved my korra to a different blog. IM me for the new url. 

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Is anyone interested in commissioning me for graphics (promos, theme bgs, art, etc)? Anything but icons tbh.  Note: I can’t do theme coding, but I can fit a background on a theme I can work with.  I can also do bundles of matching aesthetics, for multiple muses, prices may vary.

I would love to raise $200 or more for her!! Here’s my ko-fi, which is where donations or payment goes!

GOAL: $200 usd. MADE SO FAR: $89 usd.

My mom really wants to get herself a switch she’s been wanting for ages and she just said she wanted to celebrate Halloween with us on there but wouldn’t make it in time which had me go 🥺🥺🥺

If I could help her get it, I know it’d make her happy and she does so much for me. I know this isn’t an emergency sort of fund, but I’ll work really hard for it ❤️

Message me here (inbox or im) if interested!

PRICES / EXAMPLES FOR GRAPHICS HERE ! discuss art prices in private.

here’s a few quick examples under the cut of both:

Keep reading

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LEMME RUN THIS BY Y’ALL REAL QUICK

WHAT IF .... 8 foot tall Korra

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         i’m sorry what-- i wasn’t paying attention.

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‘ is that my shirt? ’

           the inquiry was to be expected. a shirt totally not her own, adorned over a more muscular frame & hugging those same muscles a bit closer than that of the torso it was originally intended for. the avatar caught the eyes of the industrialist, a slight reddish hue slowly gathering on her cheeks. ‘ i um..       yeah. yeah it is. ’ there wasn’t anything wrong with taking the clothing of someone who is taller than you. in fact, despite their difference in height, the shirt fit korra rather well. it again fell back to her physique being a tad different than asami’s own. ‘ all of my other clothes are being washed.. so this was my only option. ’

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credit @grcwingstrcng

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Ships with height differences. Reblog if you agree

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Send "Is that my shirt?" for your muse finding mine in your muse's shirt

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Send 🏆 If you like my character portrayal

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Send me "👂" if you hear my character's voice in my writing!

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satolxgical​:

❛❛ — 𝒌𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒂… ? ❜❜ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 gently prompted in a raspy, whispered voice after a brief moment of silence ( a 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆, almost imperceptible murmur— languid & 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑲 with sleep, as she had still been steadily drifting in & out of consciousness ever since her lover had disturbed her deep slumber )… a murmur interlaced with ’ heartaching concern ’ for her girlfriend when she only received nothing more than a ( admittedly ) 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑴𝑨𝒀𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 in response to her mumbled reassurances. whatever unwelcomed, horrifying delusions that had just plagued the avatar’s mind & disrupted their previously peaceful, 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑬 slumber together… asami wanted nothing more than to do whatever she could to wash them away in that instant, so that they could slip back in that moment of pure peaceful bliss; buried beneath silk sheets, limbs entangled & bodies pressed together, nose rested in brown locks— where there was 𝑨𝑩𝑺𝑶𝑳𝑼𝑻𝑬𝑳𝒀 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 to worry about ( no criminal organizations, no fear of a resurgence of a violent 𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬 regime, no 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 investors & politicians… 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮. absolutely 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 ). & with that intention in the forefront of her mind, asami loosened an arm that had been delicately wrapped around korra’s waist. it wasn’t to completely retract it, but so she could slide her hand up korra’s arm, dainty fingers tracing the scars that patterned dark skin. the warmth of it trailed all the way to her lover’s face, where she brushed some of the dark hair away only to begin combing her fingers back along korra’s scalp— a 𝑺𝑶𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 gesture. ❛❛ i— … i don’t want to press if you’d rather not talk about & 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 whatever 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑭𝒀𝑰𝑵𝑮 nightmare you just went through, but if you do want to talk about it, then i’m here. if not, then… that’s okay, too. ❜❜

     were there even words to describe what she felt? the moment the events of her nightmare played out, flashbacks to the actual moment in time were played almost simultaneously. sure, what happened was in the past. it didn’t make sense as to why her brain thought it was silly to play games, but she remembered... vividly & it haunted her.       this time though, the nightmare made things play out differently. rather than her; the avatar nearly getting wiped out, it was asami. she’d been held hostage for a while, korra had finally caught up to the culprit. ZAHEER and his henchmen, the other benders had taken the industrialist to get at the avatar. it worked. however... upon confrontation there wasn’t any hesitation from her enemy.. korra could only watch as asami was executed before her very eyes. (INSTINCT activates the avatar state - a whole ‘nother level of power.) but rather than triumph over her enemy, rather than avenge the death of her loved one... she too fell. her bending was stripped from her at the last moment, and without mercy she was beaten until every one of her bones was broken and she could no longer move. thankfully by some grace of the spirits, she’d woken up right before she had the privilege to watch her own demise.  ALL of this was described to asami in the real world, korra clutching the cloth of her girlfriend’s nightgown as tears welled up in her eyes. her breathing was frantic and shaky, and the last thing she could think of was seeing asami’s death. - it didn’t make sense. why was she having this nightmare? why now? that was well behind them.       the avatar just lay there, unable to speak anymore. her eyes were glued shut and she was trying her best to fall back into what she hoped would be an undisturbed slumber. 

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tag me in starters 

answer my open starters

spam my inbox with memes

ask me to spam you with memes

scream at me in ims at all ungodly hours

randomly drop a plot idea on me whenever you want 

never be scared that you’re bothering me in any way bc, if i followed you, i love your blog and I am always down for interacting with you!  <3  <3  <3

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bolinity​:

Bolin blinked, surprised by her answer. Well, not completely surprised since he already sensed the annoyance she carried in her tone from earlier; he just wasn’t expecting the source of it. “Oh,” was the first thing he could even muster to say. “Um, I’m sorry that things aren’t going great.” He reached up to rub the back of his neck, still at a loss for comforting words. He was well aware that both of his friends carried a lot of weight on their shoulders: one carrying a whole company on her back after the treachery then death of her father and the other carrying history thousands of years old of helping bring peace and balance to the realms. The earthbender carried so much admiration for the strength both of them held  and cared deep for them as well as their happiness.

“I mean… if you wanna talk it out, you know you can tell your ol’ pal Bolin anything,” he offered. They had time after all since they were still making their way to the mall. “But, uh, if you really don’t want to, then you don’t have to say anything at all.”

korra was frustrated. the look on her face was enough to show that. it felt like the entire world was about to collapse in on itself, and she was at the bottom trying to hold everything together. ‘ it just seems like every single time we get any time together, all we do is argue. say one little thing the wrong way and she snaps at me. i can’t even make a joke without her getting upset! ’ her arms shot up into the air out of irritation. (one of the elements would’ve bended at random if she hadn’t held back) - all she wanted was to be able to relax with her girlfriend after a hard day of working but the stress the two of them faced with their occupations just didn’t allow for that anymore. it was like they saw each other as some kind of nuisance, just like everything else they dealt with. there was no way they were breaking up though... korra loved asami way too much for something so drastic to happen, and she was positive asami felt the same. ‘ sorry bolin.. i’m just.. i need something to take my mind off the whole thing.  ’

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sometimes i wonder why i even keep this blog. hell, sometimes i wonder why i keep ANY of my blogs or continue to make new ones. my muse for korra, ichigo, adora, spidey, mustang-- they come and go way too easily. i don’t know what happened. i don’t know if it’s the fact their series ended or that their not as common and popular as they used to be.. but my muse just doesn’t stay and it’s really hard for me to write sometimes. that’s why i disappear for months at a time. i’m trying to get better at it, i really am, rewatching series after series... trying to find some way to reignite the flames i felt back when i gave a flying fuck. 

there’s a lot of pressure, too. i feel like i have to be the best version of the character i’m writing because i get jealous of other people’s abilities (duplicates included, not throwing shade. this is all me. ). i know it’s not a competition, this is a hobby, it should be fun for everyone it’s just-- i want to be appealing to those around me. i want to get all the activity i can when i have the muse to write.. i just want my writing to mean something to my partners. i feel that my writing skill has dwindled in recent years as well. some of the stuff i’m getting on my blogs right now (especially this one) I couldn’t FATHOM doing myself. it’s like i live on a different planet and don’t know how to use words. -- maybe i’m not as smart as i’d like to think.

i suppose not seeing the results i want might also stem from my selectivity, but i’m selective to keep negative experiences from surfacing. that and i have a limited imagination when it comes to a lot of things. don’t get me wrong when i say that though- i LOVE people’s creativity, i love seeing their absolute dedication to the series they love to even be able to create a character. but for some reason, i can’t see people’s OCs (when tied to a fandom-) being a part of the canon universe, no amount of lore helps it either. which is why i tend to avoid people’s original characters specifically created for a universe as much as possible

when it comes down to it all, i’m most comfortable writing on my OCs. i can always somehow muster up the muse to write any one of them no matter what. though i prefer fluff-- i can write some other stuff with them as well. 

 what i’m trying to say is... i guess i just hate myself, or at the very least i hate feeling the way i do whenever i write for a canon muse. there are a lot of factors behind it that i just can’t seem to handle anymore. i thought i’d gotten used to it over time, but now i guess things have just gotten worse. 

i love and appreciate every single one of you guys and girls, truly. you’re the most talented group of people i’ve ever encountered and i just wish i could live up to your potential.

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‘ shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream. ’

     she’d woken up with a start. panic on her face. features flinching and twitching in response to the horror of whatever nightmare plagued her brain. it took a moment for her to realize asami was there. her body almost instinctively shaking off the soft touch of her hand on her back. the avatar looked over her shoulder, the startled look on her face faded away as she looked down at her girlfriend. she took some deep breaths.. taking asami’s hand in hers before laying back down. there weren’t any spoken words, the brunette scooted closer and buried her head into the chest of the taller woman wanting to be close 

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miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

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when your oc had some gay stuff happen earlier and now that’s all you want but no one’s around to fulfill your needs.

can we get some Fs in chat please?