It's pronounced Tah-no.

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OKAY KIDS, HERE'S THE DEALIO.

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((Rocks fell. Everybody died.

I’m not really back, and idk if I’ll ever be back where I was- writing a million threads on a million accounts- but I’m going to try to have more of a presence now that my computer is new and not buggered and elderly.

Living in the real world sucks, you guys.))

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Could you write about Tahorra (that's the ship name right iahsdpasjd) and make it sexy? o 3o Like a late night rendezvous at a hotel of Tahno's choosing where he invites Korra to 'duel' him then once she arrives he begins to seduce her instead...?

((I...I make no promises but I'll try.))

The door closes with a snick, but no lock slides in place; the hotel is far too cheap for such paltry delights as locks or complimentary soap and every light is off but for a single flickering candle on the tiny suite's table. It paints the hollows of his cheekbones with actual color rather than the pasty sallowness of his face in the sunlight- not that he goes into the sun anymore. He's been sitting in the same spot for a week straight, and as she drops the take-out onto the table, Korra huffs at him.

"You can't sulk forever, Tahno!" Ever tactful, ever supportive, the     Avatar places her hands on his shoulders as if to shake him out of this half-wakefulness, this quasi-life, but he just frowns back at her.

"Get UP!" Throwing one of his arms over her broad shoulders, she hauls him to his feet. Boneless, he sags against her like a soaked container from Narook's, soiled and useless.

Disgust wars with anger in her voice as she tries to reason with him once more.

"Your life isn't over. You're breathing aren't you? Aren't you? Spirits, Tahno- if not for yourself, just- just look look me in the eyes and tell me to go away. Just once, meet my eyes if you want me to go and I will. I swear I'll let you rot and starve in your little hidey-hole. Just look at me-"

Grey eyes devoid of spark drift up to meet those brilliant blues of the Avatar and his entire body shudders. A flicker of something passes between them and he nods once.

"Duel me."

The command is soft, the word nearly a sigh and then she understands. If she can win this, he'll be back- or at least this is what he's offering. 

Tahno doesn't think he can. But she's been a good friend and she deserves to see just how pathetic he is.

Slinking across the room, he takes a stance so exact it's a mockery of the waterbending masters from whom he's studied. Korra hesitates, unsure. He beckons her with a tilt of his head, ever so slight but its enough of his old challenging self that she strikes gently. The water laps at his knees and he rocks forward but still stands.

"That all you got, Uh-vatar?" he mocks, but it lacks conviction. The comment smarts anyways, prodding the soreness of her ego and her next hit is more decisive.

He doesn't block, doesn't take a single move to help himself; Tahno just takes a single step forward. This is the most he's stood in several weeks, the most he's moved and he feels so frail he might as well be made of the flickering light thrown by the candle.

She attacks again and he side-steps it, moving closer, ever closer, until he's only a few feet from her.

"Why are we doing this? This is-" He hushes her with the roll of his eyes, and she continues because at least he's responding. He deflects the next blow with the flick of his wrist and the water spatters the candle. He did not bendit, but the candle gutters out from the moisture anyways.

They are left in the dark, opponents facing themselves; Tahno's ragged breathing is the only sound between the thin walls.

The scrape of his bare foot against the carpet joins his breath and then she can feel his hands questing in the darkness of the air.

"Korra-" he whispers, and it's a broken thing, her name. She's never heard the five letters sound so hopeless and terrified and it makes her pause as his hand finds her waist. It takes her a moment to realize he's shaking, his fingers trembling as they trace the contour of her face before his head drops to her shoulder.

The contact shakes her from her reverie and she wraps her strong arms around him and pulls the man to her- now only a man and not a legend, not even a by-line in the newspaper.

"We'll call it a draw, yeah?" she says awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed when witnessing the devolving of a Hero of Republic City into just a mere man.

The muffled chuckle tells her that perhaps, maybe, she might have won this round.

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  imperialists replied to your post: someone give me like, a fic prompt or smut prompt…

u_u feel better bb. you should write some tahsami

“It’s not-“

“Don’t say it.  Don’t you dare say it.”

“W-what?”

“What I know is absolutely on your mind, on the tip of your tongue right now.  ‘Oh, it’s not the end of the world, bending isn’t everything!’  Everything, all I hear, is just that trite, repeated over and over again, and when it’s not that, it’s people looking at me, just looking, and I can see in their eyes the same mixture of contempt and pitty.”

Asami stopped, bit her lip.  Glanced to the side and fiddled with the gear shift.  Opened her mouth to say something more, but before she could:

“And when they stay long enough, when they’re done playing the doting fangirl or the manic pixie, behind all of them?  Is fear.”

Asami turned back and this time, this time, Tahno was looking into himself, somewhere she couldn’t see, wasn’t supposed to be able to see, so she turned away again.  The light changed and the cars began rushing by her, merging into a line of metal and colour from her spot pulled over on the street.

“The fear that this will be them one day,” Tahno continued.  “That they’re next.  I’m the example.” he spit the word out and kicked at a brick on the ground.

Asami bit her lip, hand still on the gear shift.  She was starting to think that she really, really shouldn’t have pulled over in the first place.

A moment passed, and then, “Well?”

Asami blinked and looked back.  “Well what?”

“No pep talk?” He asked, taking his hands out of his pockets and holding them to the side, palms up.  “No, ‘I know we’re not best friends, but sorry anyway?’”

“Well, you just said you didn’t want that, so I wasn’t going to.”

“… oh.”

The light changed again and the line of cars slowed to a halt, this time some of occupants turning to look at her.  Asami saw one child lean into the front seat to whisper into the driver’s ear (her mother, Asami guessed), pointing towards her, still awkwardly pulled over outside of the bar.

Tahno apparently had nothing left to say, so she thought quickly, and blurted out, “Hey, do you… wanna get in?”

Tahno blinked.  “What?”

“Get in,” she repeated.  “I could, I don’t know, take you to your appartment, or find your teammates and drop you off with them… if you’re still talking, that is,” she added, when she saw Tahno’s face twist in an unreadable emotion.

“Why would you care?” he asked.

Asami smiled.  “I was a Wolf-Bat fan before I was a Fire Ferret fan.”

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I Don't Have to Look Like I Like You

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“Ah, a budding musician in our midst, and I had no idea!” he exclaimed, the barest hint of sarcasm tinging his words. He reached down and ruffled her hair.

“What do I do for fun? Ha. Why I pick up young girls and take them out to dinner and then I eat them, of course. You’re looking so very tasty.” His voice was perfectly calm, utterly devoid of any sign he was joking. He grinned, baring his teeth; if he couldn’t make her uncomfortable, at least he could scare her.

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Mint green eyes went wide as she stared up at him, unable to decipher whether he was being serious or not. The girl had heard of people doing the strangest and the worst of things in Republic City, but for someone as apparently renowned and well-known as Tahno… Well, she really wasn’t expecting that.

“Um…” By now she really was at a loss for words. The girl was more or less beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, crossing her arms over her chest as she kept staring at the man to see any signs of faltering or jesting. Either he’s serious or he’s a really good liar. Obviously, she hoped for the latter.

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He cracked a grin, waggling his eyebrows.

"I really had you going there for a second, didn't I?" he asked, his breathy laugh filling the awkward silence between them as they reached the door finally.

Yanking it open, he revealed the waiting car. With a shrug, he gestured through it.

"You coming, dumpling?"

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101:.

So, darlings, loves, sweetlings.

What is it your heart most desires? What tortures your soul, twists it until it can no longer go on without some sort of writing agony of missing something essential?

What can I give you to make you happy?

In honor of 101, because apparently you’re little overachievers you precocious darlings, drop one of the following in my inbox and I shall do as you command:

a drabble prompt

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5 down, several more to go. Keep them coming- it will give me things to brainstorm during work tomorrow! If you wanna see the things already written, try here

Here's the list of unfilled requests thus far:

Goodnight for now, my dumplings~

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The Lieutenant/Amon

"I'm sleeping on the couch tonight, aren't I?"

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BolinKorra

"Dumplings?"

"Dumplings."

"It's a date."

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TenzinTahno

((I'm choosing to write this as a three-sentence-prompt because I'm starting to get burnt out and I have like 12 MORE TO WRITE GODDAMN LEX WTF.))

Both strong enough to be flexible; neither could bend. Perhaps Tenzin could teach him about living a life worth being alive for. Perhaps Tahno could forgive himself for not wanting to live it.

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Pemzin

The entire temple shook with the force of the storm. It had come upon them suddenly, but soon the patter of little feet woke the only living airbending master from his sleep only moments before the child launched herself into the fastness of the large bed. Ikki hit the mattress with a sob that immediately had Tenzin's reaction stymied. He had been ready to give her one of his famed 'talking-to's but the way she shivered and wiggled her way between him and the still-sleeping figure of Pema spoke of fear.

"Ikki," he said softly, awkwardly holding out his arms. Not even opening her eyes, the child latched onto his torso. Long fingers stroking her tangled hair, Tenzin sighed.

"Meelo won't come down from the roof. He says he's a stormbender, Dad. Also, he called me a pootyhead." This new voice interrupted the relative peace that had settled as Ikki finally slipped into sleep, lulled by the twin song of Tenzin's reassurances and Pema's light snores. Jinora, dripping wet and looking exhausted, padded over to her father with a frown.

"I don't ewven know what a pootyhead is!" she groaned, feeling put-upon.

And still Pema snored as Tenzin retrieved his errant son from the spires of the temple, as he made everyone change into dry clothing (himself included) and gave several disapproving looks to the Order of the White Lotus guards stationed between the men's quarters' and the womens' before once again retreating to his own bedroom, offspring in tow.

It was only when Meelo, Ikki and Jinora and Tenzin and Pabo the fire ferret (who had slipped inside at the last moment, curled like a fur scarf around Meelo's neck) had finally settled back into the one big bed that Pema awoke. Smiling sleepily, she reached over the now-crowded mattress to lay a gentle hand on her husband's cheek.

"Tenzin? Would you mind getting me a glass of water?"

He blinked slowly, trying not to be angry. Anger led to hate and hate led to...well...Sighing, he nodded.

"Anything for you," he answered.

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SaikhanLin Beifong

The Chief was tall, taller than most women; she towered over everyone. Poor Saikhan had the misfortune of being just the wrong height at which his 'direct and forward gaze' (as mandated in the metalbending police force's handbook) took his eyeline straight to the natural endowments of one Lin Beifong.

They all looked up to her, both for leadership and in fact, but only Cadet Saikhan had the misfortune of not-quite-hitting his growth spurt yet so when she called for their attention...He was in trouble. Deep, unending-banishment-of-shame trouble- the kind of trouble that would get him both emasculated forcibly and thrown out into Republic City on his ass.

"What the hell do you think you're looking at?" Her face floated into view as the metalbender went bright red. All thought fled him, though, as he met her eyes tentatively. Gray and cool, they flooded his senses with a deep and abiding protectiveness. 

I would go to war for the look in those eyes.

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101:.

So, darlings, loves, sweetlings.

What is it your heart most desires? What tortures your soul, twists it until it can no longer go on without some sort of writing agony of missing something essential?

What can I give you to make you happy?

In honor of 101, because apparently you're little overachievers you precocious darlings, drop one of the following in my inbox and I shall do as you command:

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99 followers

...but Amon ain't one.

((Generally I do something special at the 100 follower mark. I'm up for taking suggestions as to what that should be- drop me a note in my ask and when we hit the mark, I'll letcha vote.))

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Wolfbat Rule Number 89765.4

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“Ah, so you finally decided to join us big boys on the playground,” Tahno purred, his commentary made despite being the youngest of the three. A smirk wandered its way onto his face in the same lazy fashion that the waterbender was known for in all things.

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Ming wore a wry grin. “I’m late to the party, but at least I came,” he crossed his arms over his chest. He had grown tolerant of his Captain’s teasing over the years along with all the trouble Tahno and Shaozu dived into - headfirst. Ming was there to make sure they didn’t get thrown in prison for it, like the good older brother figure he was. “Staying out of trouble?” 

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"Wolfbat rule number 6- Always keep them wanting," the waterbender recited, eyes that gleamed his acute welcome half-lidded. 

"I'm not feeling particularly indisposed, if that answers your question," he replied. For, of course, the only time Tahno wouldn't be making some sort of well-coiffed trouble would be an incidence of sickness or perhaps a near-death experience. As it was, he'd set up a tiny prank involving the poor sod hitting on one of his fangirls nearest the bar and was waiting languidly for the result. Long fingers tracing the rim of his glass, the captain raised a well-groomed eyebrow.

"Care to join us, oh responsible one?" His tone held just as much teasing as invitation and the smirk stayed in its proper place upon his lips.

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HAY WELCOME TO MY BLOG

I DON'T ALWAYS WRITE CRACKFIC BUT WHEN I DO IT'S ALWAYS LEX'S FAULT 

I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP.

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And Then Tentacles: A Love Story PART ONE:.

((This is all Bolin and Tenzin's fault for encouraging my idiocy. A crossover parody of sorts, in which Tenzin and Davy Jones end up in the thralls of Beard Brotherhood 4 LYFE. And then some.

Also proof that you shouldn't tempt me.))

The deck hand, who looked more appropriately like a deck crab, nodded. Jones stared at him with a look of pure disdain.

"And?" he prompted, menacing the poor crabmate. 

"I kin feel 'im," he whispered.

Davy Jones, Captain of the Flying Dutchman and King of the Undersea, just chuckled in response.

"We all kin feel he who kin free us," he replied darkly, the suction of his tentacle arm caressing the tiny mustache-shaped guiding light.

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Asleep in his bed, Airbending Master Tenzin stirred. His wife sighed her complaint, snuggling back against the lean planes of muscle in an attempt to get him to settle down and snuggle her for spirit's sake but it was all for naught. The boom of an explosion had the entire house in shambles mere moments before the impact of the cannonball struck the foundations of the temple.

Acolytes dashed about in a state of disarray; unprepared for a direct attack on the island, its occupants were sitting turtleducks for the pirates parked neatly broadside. Eyes still bleary, Tenzin rushed to the guard tower nearest the docks wearing only his pyjama pants.

"We'll be takin yer bearded one- Ah. There ye are!" came the cry from the most profane abuse of nature to ever wield a sword. And well, apparently, as Lotus warriors fell in rapid succession, leaving the Councilman apparently unguarded.

"Yer mine," Jones growled, tentacles grappling with to contain the flailing arms bent on the most violent of air forms. For some reason, Tenzin's mind couldn't focus; in all the battles he'd fought he'd been able to see the right way out, to use the airflow in ways that showed his mastery. But now, wrapped tight and hauled head over keel onto the Flying Dutchman, all that breezed through his brain was his father's favorite distraction and he highly doubted the thing that had captured him would let him run back inside for a set of marbles.

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He turned his weary head away from the sea as the shoreline retreated. Tenzin had tried to interrupt the air currents upon whch the ship seemed to work but it was beyond even his abilities.

“Give it up, Beard-Wielder. Yer on th’ship fer good,” growled his captor. Bound and shackled, the airbender could do nothing but glare his best “I’m-disappointed-in-you-and you-could-do-so-much-more-with-your-life-than-to-become-a-pirate-aren’t-you-ashamed-of-yourself-glare” but it didn’t seem to have any effect. Apparently, being bound to a ship until you because integrated with its very timbers gave the captain an immunity to life's little disappointments.

"Y'hold th'key t'my release, an'I intend t'take it."

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He jumped, muscles tensing as Tenzin’s large hand landed lightly on his shoulder. Tahno shirked from the gaze, afraid as only those who are lost can be, a rabbit in the throes of the darkest forest. Dizziness caused a stutter in his step as he tried to back away, lungs collapsing as if shrunken into a vendetta against air.

Pupils wide, dilated at the perception of an attack, Tahno’s move was instinctual; even with trembling hands, he executed the perfect stop-thrust to hold his ‘attacker’ in place.

Nothing happened. No water bent to his aid. He had forgotten. Copper rang heavy in his mouth, the taste of failure written upon his tongue as he bit his bloody lip to stop the emptiness from leaking out his eyes.

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He felt a pang of pity at the sight of the boy fall into perfect form, as gut instinct guided him and not his mind, not the mind that knew his bending was gone, but the body that had never known a life without it.

“Tahno, it’s going to take time.” He murmured, moving his hands to clasp behind his back. “It won’t… it’s not a simple task, getting used to a life where you’ve lost a portion of yourself - but you… You’re not only a bender, child, and you cannot act like you’ve lost everything. You haven’t.” 

Oh, but it was hard. It was a hard transition, Tenzin knew. Long and painful, an some days, you would think it was all a bad dream, but when you tried to bend…

It was hard.

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His eyes closed and the sound of his ragged breathing hung between them as he strained to control the panic.

It was hard.

Everything was hard surfaces and sharp angles, no more so than the thin hand that clutched his stomach. He longed for the smooth assurance of the waves beneath his soul but the pounding of the ocean was long gone. Tenzin's words sunk slowly as he wound himself back up, the tiny mainspring of his mind coiling back inch by inch.

"No?" he asked, the voice of a child, far away.