#bloodofthefates

[honorforged-archive]

@bloodofthefates I'm cackling.

[droplct]

● — || ❝ Also , Zuko doesn't know anything about babies . We float in the Southern Water Tribe . Depending on how well you float , it lets the Spirits know if you belong to the Southern Water Tribe or the Northern Water Tribe . It's tradition . ❞

[xgeumbit]

@bloodofthefates asked who was that you were talking to? // for Minsu from Zoey

prompts for a little jealousy

"Hm? Oh, them?" Minsu gestured to the figure walking away after the two of them briefly hugged. "That's Hyun. They're a... peer— friend... of the sort..?"

It was hard to pick a word to describe their relationship. Friends would be the closest ones, but they were his senior as they shared a mentor... yet the healer felt that he was the senior at times when the supposed Hand of the Honmoon spaced out during tasks and training.

... Perhaps sibling would be the better descriptor for his hyung.

"They're the lead singer and lead guitarist of DAYBreAK. Pretty sure they're big in America— the band's got a wide reach internationally." They tilted their head as they observed Zoey's expression, a faint smile at the corner of their lips. "...Why? You want to meet them personally?"

They knew the answer, but couldn't help the tease in their words.

[realmofthekatana]

@bloodofthefates for Mai!

There was too much to take in. He'd long heard of the wonders of the mortal world, of how they could create so much in the short spans of time that they had. It was another thing to finally be able to see it. A world that seemed as vibrant as the summers he'd long heard about, rather than trapped in frozen time like his home had seemed. Barely changing as the centuries flowed by.

Keeping his power tightly constrained within himself so as to prevent causing anyone harm, he slowly crouched down next to the canal filled with floating lanterns. Pale fingers brushing over a lantern as it floated past before lifting his gaze to take in the beauty of the new year tradition. Attention flickered from the canal to a bridge that crossed above and the figure standing in the middle, pale eyes that looked touched by ice and sightless, locking with hers as he once again rose.

[queenrumi]

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@bloodofthefates | prompted.

[flxshy]

@bloodofthefates

"And this is why you have always been my favorite evil hench woman!"

[honorforged-archive1]

Fluffy starter for @bloodofthefates

The lacquered boxes and silk-wrapped bundles stretched across the floor, each adorned with ornate patterns and elaborate seals from noble families throughout the Fire Nation. Zuko nudged one of the heavier chests aside with his foot, brow furrowing as he lifted a silver rattle shaped like a dragon. "Who sends a rattle made of solid silver?" he muttered, glancing over at Mai, who sat amidst a sea of gifts with her usual dispassionate expression. "Do they think the baby’s going to chew on it or fight with it?"

He set the rattle down and leaned back on his hands, eyes drifting over the pile. "Do you even recognize half of these names?" he asked, the weight of his own family’s expectations pressing on his shoulders despite the lavish display. "Or is this just them trying to outdo each other to make sure they stay in our good graces?"

[stolenfates]

“The floor loves you today. How many times will you kiss it?” - for Ellie from Dina | @bloodofthefates

HER SKILLS HAD GOTTEN RUSTY SINCE SEATTLE. A quiet life outside of Jackson, raising sheep, raising their son, and doing their best to move on from it all had seen violence dwindled from hers and Dina's lives. She wasn't against it; in fact, she almost prefers it this way. ( Violence had led to Joel's death. Had led to Jesse's death. Had led to Tommy's disability. Had led to Dina nearly losing her life. Had led to Ellie nearly losing her life. Had led to Ellie being the reason for it all. ) She and Dina take turns patrolling the perimeter of their property, while Ellie handles the hunting to put food on the table for her family. It's there that the anger thrives. There that the violent tendencies in her blood take hold. But never around her family. Never around Dina. Never around JJ.

So it comes as a shock when Dina approaches her after putting their son down for a nap. She'd wanted to spar, to ensure that they still had a fighting chance should raiders ever invade their home. ( Just as they had her childhood home. ) Ellie had agreed, her body humming with anticipation as she shed herself of her heavy coat, discarding it upon the floor, sinking into a defensive stance she recalled being taught to her by Jesse, once upon a time. It manages to slip her mind, however, that Jesse also taught Dina how to fight, and, thus, how to attack before one's opponent had time to act.

Over and over and over again, Ellie winds up on the floor, either landing hard on her back, or falling face first. Over and over and over again, she gets back up, dusts herself off, and insists they go again.

“ Dick, ” Ellie grumbles, rolling onto her back and staring up at her girlfriend from her position on the floor. “ Doesn't this count as abuse? I feel like this counts as abuse. ” Though the words come out dry, she cracks a smile as she picks herself up and off of the floor.