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Lin Beifong - Ind, selective RP blog

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PSA: Lin will be moving to my new multimuse blog @diamantsetruille, all of her threads will be continued there, and this blog will remain as an archive.

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Lin BeiFong by brusierkee

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"Alright, whoever you think did this, it wasn't me—" || Korra

A long, resigned sigh dragged from Lin’s lips. She had no time for this to be honest. As it was, she was behind her paperwork for at least two months, was in dire need to hire a new forensics technician, and the President was insistent that the two of them met for something that would only mean she’d waste more of her limited time.

“Listen here, Avatar, do you know where you are?” Lin’s hand motioned around them, her Detectives and officers working tirelessly on their desks. “This is a police station, do you know how many times a day I hear those words?

“I didn’t do it, it wasn’t me, it’s a mistake, it’s not what it looks like…” She raised an eyebrow at the girl, hoping she’d gotten the gist of it. If Korra wanted Lin’s help, pardon, or whatever she’d come here asking for, she needed to be honest. 

Her metal boot tapped on the floor, waiting. 

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bitofthisandthat

“Hmph.”

Toph felt the cold brick under her feet, and wrenched herself onto an inner ledge on the roof. She felt the night breeze muss her hair and she snorted. She’d be damned if she let her daughter know that heights still made her uneasy from time to time. “Well…” she snorted. “You’re STILL smoking?…” She shook her head, continuing before Lin could answer. “I’ve managed to live long enough to know the Avatar twice, and it seems that no matter the lifetime, Twinkle Toes rarely thinks ANYTHING through. They think with their big dumb heart, not their head. Probably won’t get a smart Avatar until they’re reborn as a sensible Earthbender.” She crossed her foot over her knee and stretched the arthritic pain in her arch.

“…Yeaaaah…anyway…Getting hurt makes you tougher. Staying safe and being coddled makes you weak. Korra has had her lion-turtle’s share of pain so far, but it’s nothing previous Avatars haven’t endured. But if it bothers you so much, maybe you should go on hiatus and follow her around for a bit. I’m sure that will go over SO well.”

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A shake of her head was all she managed to stop herself from answering Toph’s questioning of her habits, and then her mother shook hers, and Lin took another drag of the cigarette, lest she thought too much into just how much the two of them were alike.

“A sensible earthbender...” She snorted, and leaned back into the handrail, hips fixing themselves comfortably with a little aid of her bending. It was not as if the plate was too comfortable to be in. “There hasn’t been much show of a sensible earthbender in some time either.”

The least they needed was the next Avatar to be like Kuvira, or Spirits forbid, one of them.

“Like hell. I’m not leaving my city again to follow that kid, we both know how the last time turned out.” With far too much family drama to last Lin for another thirty years, if she were honest with herself. And in queue with that, she decided dropping the topic would be the best for two earthbenders stuck atop a brick building of all places. No one wanted an argument of the two of them up there.

“In any case-” She took the last drag, killing the cigarette under the heel of her metal boot. “What brings you back here, visiting your granddaughter? Or is Katara in town as well?”

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Young! Su and Lin?

Lin reading to Su! (in a pillow fort they made of course)

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{OLD! TOPH} “you think bad things didn’t happen to little girls when she was my age?”

“Chief.” Lin flicked the cigarette over the rooftop’s handrail and turned towards her mother, a stream of smoke pushed past her lips. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Her gaze travelled over her mother, a part of her watching for any changes since the last time they’d seen each other, another trying to understand what had prompted this visit.

Lin had felt Toph almost as she set the first foot in her city. The way she walked imprinted in Lin’s very bones since the moment she sensed the earth for the first time. She had followed the footsteps unwittingly as she finished her paperwork, knowing it was just a matter of time until Toph got to the station. And although she’d taken to the rooftop in case a conversation- or an argument- ensued, she hadn’t actually expected it to happen.

“I’m sure bad things happened to little girls all of the time, actually.” She took another drag of the smoke, her eyes moved over to the city. “They still do. But our precious, and reckless Avatar doesn’t seem to care. Or she believes herself unstoppable.” She seems to forget Avatars die too, Lin left out, not sure of what that would stir up in her mother. Unable to form the words herself without her voice breaking.

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Earth below me, fire within me

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irisewiththesun

It was a bliss he hadn’t experienced in far too long, the warmth and privacy of his office, the fondness held tenderly in his heart as the two of them heaved themselves to their feet and carried the sleeping girl to settle in for her nap. The way Toph’s fingers interlacing with his, trailing up his arm, and threading rough nails through his scalp indicated that she, too, wanted to be taken to bed.

Zuko had allowed the Earthbender that, and himself the hiatus, and indulged for all the time that was befitting, and then a little more.

The lanterns were lit, an import from the Southern regions of the Fire Nation, if his uncle was to be believed. Guests wearing all the colors in the nations swarmed around them. The honey liquor, one of Iroh’s favorites in his old age, had Zuko feeling amiable enough for conversation, lax enough not to mind the press at the corners of the dance floor and the tension in citizens of other nations as he passed them by.

He approached his girl, cutting an easy path through the crowd. Toph was off somewhere, careful to take her drunkenness away from Zuko, lest they give something away. And it would almost be bedtime for the children.

“Excuse me, Lady Beifong.” She looked beautiful, Zuko noted, a twisting sensation in his chest at the greens that encased her. But even then, it wasn’t enough but to prod at his mind, somewhere far off, a guilt he would grapple with when he was alone. Zuko bowed in the fashion of his people towards his little daughter, smirking at the widening of his eyes.

“Would you give me this dance, Lin?”

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“Zuko!” Lin’s eyes widened in excitement, nodding eagerly to the question, before remembering her manners, and what she’d been taught. Her hands found the dress skirt, and she took a small step back with her left foot, giving a little curtsey. “I’d love to, Lord Zuko.” She smiled up at him from under her lashes. Miss Kira was going to be happy.

Lin followed Zuko to the dance floor, she was too short to go on his arm so she just took his hand. There was a lot of people dancing still, but they moved aside when they walked by. Lin looked up at Zuko with admiration.

“Zuko, do you like being Fire Lord?” She asked once they’d found a spot, softly swaying to the music.

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“what are we drinking?” (from kya!)

“I’m drinking the strongest thing available, I don’t know about you.” Came Lin’s more than automatic answer, elbows on the bar counter, and fingers rubbing at her temples. She didn’t bother look up, feeling Kya next to her already.

It had been a tiresome day. Not too long, not too complicated, but exhausting. Everyone seemed to need of her for the most trivial of tasks, drowning in a glass of water as if they were rookies and not the trained police officers she was supposed to have to her command.

On top of that, her paperwork only grew, much as the headache that travelled from between her shoulder blades, up her neck, and was intent on killing her if she didn’t kill it first with some alcohol, coffee or pill.

Sleep would be better surely, and a steaming shower. Her bed, and a whole day of doing nothing. She sighed wistfully, those were far too big dreams, she’d be lucky if she got five hours of rest at the most. Lin straightened, turning to look at the woman beside her, a smile touching her lips at the sight. “However in the world did you find me Kya, here of all places? Or do you have a list of my favorite spots to hide?”

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Earth below me, fire within me

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irisewiththesun

“Your mother—” Zuko spared a look at Toph, the trace of a smile at the corners of her mouth indication that she was more amused than anything else, though he’d learned long ago not to take that amusement to mean that he was safe from physical blows— “Gets in plenty of trouble on her own. I’m sure she can forgive her one indiscretion.

“Although we will fly, if that’s alright with her.” A wink towards his daughter, to soothe the look of unobstructed worry she aimed him. But for one secret, a secret that burned his throat and stomach that he loathed to keep, that he kept for the sake of his girl’s life and that alone, he’d long since resolved never to keep anything from the either of them, and Izumi too. Not as his father had. “Druk is good and smooth with first-timers, and he likes Lin. We can use a special harness.”

“If you insist,” Toph returned, a sweeping roll of her eyes the only indication of her discomfort with it. “Sometimes I think you love that damned dragon more than you love anything else.”

“Do you, now?” Amusement tinted Zuko’s tone. One swift movement was all it took to wrap his arm around her waist, to pull her to the floor beside him; the two of them, hip to hip, their daughter across their stomachs, squirming and laughing.

Zuko’s lips busied themselves at her neck. “And just what makes you think that?”

Her wine of complaint was mild enough to be less warning than necessity; Zuko turned onto his side, capturing her fingers in his, pressing her knuckles to the floor.

Unbefitting of a Fire Lord, perhaps, his secret family spread out across the floor of his office, unbefitting of a Fire Lord to allow himself this moment of sanctuary and peace and joy at all. Zuko could have blockaded the door for all he cared at the moment. Let his uncle’s party go off without them. Let his nation run itself. The three of them had found so much joy, sometimes he didn’t quite know what to do with it all.

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It had been a mixture of excitement for the flying plans, the fact that her nap had been cut short, and Zuko’s warmth enveloping her and her mother, that had Lin dozing off on the office floor between him and Toph. Next thing she knew, she was in her room once again, and the party was about to start.

Lin was dressed in a beautiful green and gold dress, her hair was brushed by one of the girls from the palace, and she got to wear a pair of sparkling shoes that weren’t good for Republic City, but were good for the party.

Uncle Iroh’s party was really fun, Uncle Aang and Aunt Katara had come with Bumi, Kya and Tenzin, and Uncle Sokka was there too. Lin had danced with him, and he’d spun her around so much she’d gotten dizzy.

There was nice food also- dumplings that were her favourite, and she’d eaten way too many already- and sparkling juices, and very happy music.

At some point though, Lin found herself alone, legs swaying in the air as she sat on one of the chairs watching everything unfold in front of her. Uncle Sokka and Aunt Katara were dancing, her mom and Uncle Aang were laughing about something on their table, Izumi and Kya had left Lin to go play grown-ups stuff, and the boys were nowhere to be seen.

A waited came over with a tray of glasses, leaning to offer her one. Lin’s gaze mover over the colors in them, remembering Miss Kira’s lessons. Red was for adults, yellow was lime, orange was- well, orange. “Do you have a pink one?” Lin asked the man, who smiled and told her he’d be right back. Pink ones were strawberry, and the most delicious ones.

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                                          &&  i found myself  c r a v i n g  touch 

                                                        a c h i n g  to be held

                                                         if only for a moment

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“Are you insane?”

Mako’s eyes widened in disbelief. His fingers twisted in on themselves while his exhausted heart pummeled the cavity of his chest. His gaze searched the Chief’s stoic face for anything, for an indication that she was joking, the tug of her full lips into a sardonic smirk, the roll of her eyes-

Nothing. Mako felt sick. He pushed the bleached styrofoam of the soup carton back onto her desk. He stood.

“Let me get this straight.” Mako let a glare slip down his nose, and towards the woman with the silver hair, his decided enemy for years, ever since he’d been old enough to rob and lie and intimidate and push drugs on the street corners, because nobody in their right might would equate an underfed, ratty fucking orphan to the rise of Oxy in the city. “You want me to team up with you. To take down the Triad. To take down my own people. You’ve got to be insane.”

He stepped back, back until he was up against the door, held in place by the emerald of her eyes. Still, she hadn’t moved, she hadn’t given anything away, and he was infuriated by it, by her, he wanted to grab her by the neck, to shake her, to make something come out.

“You don’t know what happens to rats in the Triads.” A finger, still blackened by the ash of his fire, pierced the air, pointing her way. “That’s right, not even you know, Chief Beifong. People are killed. Their corpses are ditched in the gutter. Their families are tormented, they assume the debts of the betrayal, and when they can’t pay it back, they’re killed too-”

His feet took him on a nervous route in front of the door. Back and forth and back again, to do something, anything but look at her.

What scared him wasn’t the imprisonment. It wasn’t the loss of his own life. It wasn’t even the admissions he was spewing about what they did, what his people did, she as good as knew, and the Triads would be glad for the chance to be feared where the Spirits-forsaken RCPD were concerned. No, what scared him was the warm bubble of hope in his chest.

He wanted it.

Fuck. Fuck. Mako’s fingers pressed deep into his scalp as he mussed his hair. He probably looked like a madman to her, a desperate, caged animal.

He approached the Chief, narrowing his eyes at the glinting, silver plate.

“Even considering your offer would be a death sentence for me and everyone I love,” he hissed. “Community service my ass. I’m not just gambling my own life here.”

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"I've been told worse, but insane has been amongst those, yes. Although this particular moment wouldn't be the case for it." Lin rested an arm over the desk, a finger tapping lightly on the surface while she waited.

It was best to let him vent, she knew it, but it still got on her nerves. She wanted this to be done and over with, one way or the other- especially her way- and here she was, with the caged firebender again. Pacing his office like a wild animal trying to find a fruitless escape from his inevitable fate.

His pulse through the floor was a mess, and Lin was half tempted to lift her own feet from it, from the way it rebeeverated on her bones. Except with his outburst, she could feel a couple of her officers outside alert to any changes. Ready to get in and drag him out if it were needed. At least she could say she was pleased with how she'd trained them.

When he closed in on her though, her tapping stopped, and she stood in one swift motion. It didn't matter that he were taller, that he were angrier, it didn't even matter that his fire was unrestrained. She was not even going to flinch to his little kid's reactions. 

Lin's eyes sat impassive on his furious tangerine ones, lips pressed to a fine line for a moment, as she gauged the emotion behind all that fire. And how good she could do with someone like him working for her. 

"Here's the deal, kid." Lin was sure she felt his pulse spike at that. Good, she wanted him angry. Angry was better than apathetic. "You go to jail. You and yours, all of them, for Agni knows how long. Maybe all your lives. Or-"

Her fingers fished the folder with the contract, pushing it towards him once again, the only distance between them that of the desk. "You work for me. Do good by your city, eventually earning your complete freedom, and I stop calling you kid. Maybe I'll even call you Detective one day, who knows?

"Oh, and Bolin walks free. Gets a decent life." 

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Lin Beifong - Alone by ChristyTortland

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hbo’s sharp objects (2018) - episode 03: fix sentence starters.

feel free to edit for pronouns/tense, etc. tw / cw for abuse, trauma, death, murder, sex, abuse, profanity, and self harm.

“party’s over.” 

“don’t tell mama.” 

“what are we drinking?”

“there’s never anything to do here.”

“they love me. they do, y’know. love me.”

“why are you being sweet to me?”

“i wasn’t nice when i was your age.” 

“you love dead girls.” 

“you couldn’t stay away.” 

“i wouldn’t know the first thing to do with a baby.”

“you seem to be doing a pretty good job taking care of yourself.” 

“i just want to know you.”

“am i the only one working in this goddamn place?”

“don’t talk to me.” 

“did i wake you up?”

“when can i come home?”

“everyday’s a gift.” 

“it’s just the chills, dear.” 

“passion doesn’t always have to equal sex.” 

“nine out of ten murders, they knew their killer.” 

“she wouldn’t talk to you, huh?”

“i can make that happen.”

“everyone thinks he’s guilty just cause he’s sensitive.” 

“my mama always says lipstick makes you look like a lady.”

“i haven’t worn a skirt since college.”

“what can i say? i love my job.”

“no comment.”

“she never wanted kids. that was all me.”

“what kind of person does that?”

“your presence here is inappropriate.” 

“we weren’t done talkin’.” 

“you think bad things didn’t happen to little girls when she was my age?”

“it has caused her difficulty.”

“you are not safe around her.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“i’m not having people thinking my boyfriend is a fucking baby killer.”

“he lost his daughter.” 

“you never mean to do anything.”

“you cause so much hurt.” 

“she doesn’t understand what you are.” 

“does it get better?”

“you survive.” 

“he’s going through a lot.”

“sleep well, sister.”

“i don’t know what i don’t know.”

“i like winter. it gets dark early. i like that.” 

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youngestgeneral

Iroh said nothing else as they lapsed into silence, his aunt working on her papers and he staring helplessly at his equations—well, silence if it could be called that, because it wasn’t, not really. There was the shuffling sounds of work outside the door, a laugh from somewhere far off, the sounds outside the window from the city. Work and life and movement and it was wonderful, he realized, much more than the palace where it was always so fucking quiet. So fucking helpless. He finished one more problem on the paper, and then another, waiting for her, jumping up a little too eagerly as she gave him the go-ahead.

“Great, I’m starving. Thank you, Aunt Lin.” Iroh pressed the long hair from his eyes and tucked away his things, squishing the clothing in his rucksack to make use of the space for his papers, which were not to be creased when he returned or else his tutor would know, and then his mother. He followed the woman in silver out of her office, eyeing the workspace again. Interestedly.

It was big and manic and disorderly, papers every which way, officers in every state of dress mulling about. Iroh examined a nook off to the side that seemed to lead to a break room, catching the curious golden gaze of a Firebender.

His cheek sucked between his molars. His hands caught behind his back.

He didn’t speak until they were out on the street again.

“And what is my grandfather’s favorite spot?” Iroh inquired, quickening his footsteps to stay close behind her while they moved through the city, parting the onslaughts of people like waves. “Just so that I can tease him when I get back, of course. If that would be alright with you.”

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Lin allowed him the silent examination of the station as they walked out, having learned from his early years that Iroh was on the introspective side. At least most of the time. She’d been lucky enough to have caught his more outgoing side a couple of times as well, although those were rare within Caldera, not to mention the palace. 

And that’s why she’d invited him over to the city. She knew he’d like it here, and had argued to Izumi that a Prince needed to know the world. Plus, she needed a bit of a break too, and she always remembered with fondness her moments with Iroh.

“Kiddo,” Lin’s shoulder bumped against Iroh’s, almost at the same height already, he’ll outgrow her in no time, the little scoundrel. “You can tease my dad with all and every bit of information I give you. In fact-” Her hand on his back guided him through a mass of people, and turning left on the next corner.

“In fact, I’m going to give you ammo to have against him, should you find yourself in the need for it. Here we are.” She stopped in front of a very plain looking door, with nothing but a small wood-carved sign to mark it as a place to eat. 

“The place the one and only Fire Lord adores the most in the city.” Her hands rested on Iroh’s shoulders, placing a well deserved kiss on his cheek, and leaning to his ear with a smile. “And it gets even worse inside. I honestly think he comes here for the pleasure of thinking how the advisors would die if they knew.

“Come, let’s get you stuffed with things your mother wouldn’t approve of.”