Post the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.
Oh, hey, @korrasamibottles ! It's been a hot minute since I've been tagged in one of these, so thank you, and feel free to tag me any time.
I checked my last line after you tagged me, and in that period of going to sleep but still kind of awake, I got hit with an idea for a different fic. So now you get both.
KPDH Polytrix brainrot got me... one of two WIPs for them. This one is based on this post where Mira kinda, sorta forgot she is technically engaged (and I did check with OP before I started running with this).
It's not like Mira had meant to keep this from her girlfriends. She didn't wake up that day and look at herself in the mirror, trying to decide the best ways to hurt and emotionally damage the two most important people in her life.
Criminal Minds Wingwoman!Emily for Derek while she's secretly dating pregnant JJ. But Emily keeps getting more numbers given to her than she helps Derek get, and it turns into a ThingTM
"You're the kind of guy I'd be all over if I were sin—" Emily cuts herself off, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and soothing it with her tongue. "If I were looking. But I'm not. I'm happy where I am."
I think I usually tag the same people. And I also don't know however many people I have words here. So, no pressure, play if you wanna play. @blackbird-brewster @cargopantsprentiss @kaisollisto @willowedhepatica @alms4oblivion @thewillowtree3 @neve-gallus-girl-detective @tedwinisconfused
10. Is there a character or ship you'd love to write for, but haven't yet?
Just using this as an excuse to tease certain WIPs I have that may or may not get finished hehe
Firstly, I recently finished watching Arcane for the first time and have been incredibly obsessed with timebomb (Jinx/Ekko) ever since. I can say for sure to expect several timebomb fics in the near future until I get them out of my system (maybe). I say this counts as not having written for them because nothing is published yet *shoving the several pre-written chapters of a longfic behind my back*
I have an idea for a very tragic Zeisan/Rioshon fic that I'm cooking up, because I love shipping women that only two people have heard or cared about!
Similarly, my Yingsu backstory fic is starting to come along (and may or may not end up including some very very background Yingsu/Chaisee because, again, the aforementioned women only two people know about. Except this time extremely toxic as well!)
That's what I have going for romantic ships, but I've also been very PastAvatarPilled lately (what's new) and I would really love to touch on some of those relationships at some point. Especially Yangchen and Kuruk, as well as Yangchen and Aang
17. What is something you recently felt proud of in your writing?
I posted about this recently because it was such a good feeling...
Just. Generally liking my own writing. A lot of my recent fics have just not... done it for me? If that makes sense? Like I like them and am proud of myself for finishing them of course, and people seem to enjoy them which is always great, but for whatever reason I just couldn't get myself to really like them. Which as a writer is very frustrating and disheartening, feeling like you're not making art to your own standards and expectations.
But lately I've been enjoying my own writing again. I couldn't tell you what's different or what's changed, but I've been reading back my own writing and actually liking what's on the page. And this is just so nonspecific but also it's something that's been bothering me for months and so to finally like my own writing again? Whatever changed, I'm proud of it
31. What fic meant the most to you to write?
There's several, but lately the one that makes me feel all the Emotions is my fic What History Remembers. I've been going quietly insane behind the scenes about the parallels and connections between Korra and Yangchen (one day I'll write that essay I swear it) and this fic sort of felt like the start of putting that into the world. It also meant a lot to me, as a queer person, to write about Korra feeling confident and secure in her relationship to Asami and wanting the whole world to know, refusing to be silent about it. It's something that I'm just not exactly willing/able to do in my own personal life, and being able to express that through Korra was really lovely for me
If you're still doing the prompt game: "Please, put it DOWN" ft. my girl Suki and Ty Lee
For this prompt game!
“I’ll just grab it real quick, you can just—oh, yeah, come in!” Ty Lee chirps, pasting on a smile as she lets Suki into the room after her. The room she didn’t clean, or think about anyone seeing, let alone Suki.
Suki glances around, aura curious even though Kyoshi dorms all look the same. “I like what you’ve done with the place.”
“Thanks!” she says, beating back the urge to flush and glancing around at the gauzy lengths of pink fabric and the candles it didn’t feel like home without, all the bright sparkly things tucked into corners to brighten up the place. “I’ll just grab my practice fans,” she says, trying to be brisk, “I know I left them here somewhere.” She knows exactly where, she just needs something to busy herself with for a moment to settle before the sustained, focused attention that comes with sparring.
“Take your time,” Suki murmurs, absent, drifting over to the dresser and shelves. “This is neat,” she says, head cocking. “What’s—”
“No! Don’t—” Ty Lee catches herself, correcting, “Please, put it down,” and not quite managing to modulate her tone with the way Suki freezes, aura going dark with alarm.
She gives Ty Lee a startled look before quickly and carefully setting the crystal back down, Ty Lee trying to put the usual bounce in her step as she darts over and carefully sets the little stone back into alignment with the others.
“Sorry,” Suki says, wide-eyed, “I didn’t mean—”
“It’s okay!” It is now.
“What is it?” Suki asks after a pause, cautious, eyeing her and then the stones again, taking in the little arrangements across the shelves.
“Protective crystals,” Ty Lee says, making her voice bright and refusing to cringe. “This arrangement brings health, happiness, and protection,” she says, pointing to each stone and relaxing a little when she sees that they’re still in tune with each other, working together.
“There’s more than one,” Suki says, slow, glancing across the shelves.
“That one’s for Mai,” Ty Lee explains, lips quirking into a genuine smile. Nice big ones, especially for happiness. “And these are for my sisters,” she explains, pointing to the identical array of six little ones, skipping over the one tucked in the back for Azula.
“And this one?” Suki asks, nodding and pointing to the other one Ty Lee had strategically skipped over.
Ember and ash. “That’s for you!” she says, and Suki blinks, her aura going yellow-orange with surprise.
“Oh,” she says, taking another look. “It’s...not the same as the others?”
“You have happiness and protection and strength and wisdom,” Ty Lee rattles off, resisting the urge to fiddle with the three she has for Zuko—ease, wisdom, happiness, she thought that would be enough but it feels like one is still missing—as she explains, “Because you’re in charge of the Warriors.” She peeks out of the corner of her eye. “And you want to be good at it.”
“Oh, that—” Suki stops, clearly digesting that, finally giving her a quick sideways look. “Where’s the one for you?”
“Oh,” Ty Lee says, surprised. “I don’t have one.”
Suki chews on her lip a moment. “Can I buy these?”
“No,” she shakes her head, “You find them. The ones that speak to you, and you can feel from their aura who they’re meant to be for.”
“I don’t know how to do that,” Suki frowns, aura going a bit blue and Ty Lee doesn’t entirely manage to hide her surprise.
“I can do it for you,” she says, cautious. She was expecting ridicule, or—maybe not expecting it, but—used to it. “If you tell me who they’re for, I can make sure it feels right for them!” she offers, excitement fluttering in her chest over the idea.
Suki gives her another sideways look, longer this time. “It’s for you.”
Ty Lee blinks, opening her mouth and then closing it again.
“Does that work?” Suki asks, almost…shy? Anxious? Ty Lee can normally tell, she’s just…
“Oh, I—I don’t need that,” Ty Lee fumbles, automatically making her tone bright and trying—she didn’t expect—and Suki—
“Why not?” Suki frowns, brow crunching in concern, and Ty Lee replies without thinking:
“I have you.”
And it’s Suki’s turn to blink, and fumble, blushing, her aura suddenly going very, very pink, and Ty Lee can’t help but smile back, small and genuine and pleased. Pink is her favorite color, after all.
Hello. Please talk about Burning Cathedrals I am intrigued.
and you rolled… the angst fic!
so I really don’t have a lot of this written right now 😅 life’s been crazy man. So I’ll give you a larger snippet and talk a bit about it!
I kind of intend this to be sort of a character study of what’s happening with korra and asami in the b3 finale. I really want to get in their heads during such a tense episode and I think it’ll be fun and honestly healthy for me to explore. I intend to have two chapters, one from korras perspective and one from asami’s (but we’ll see how long that takes lol)
I also found it interesting, especially coming right out of b2, that korra only uses the avatar state… twice in b3. Once in I believe the first episode to try and tame spirit vines, which is a peaceful use of the avatar state, and then…, you know. The finale. I think she of course would still have open wounds about loosing her past lives, and I imagine the AS being very empty, and a very loud reminder whenever she goes into it. Lots of unresolved traumas that we can look at here.
She could never forget how it felt to have her uncle, and the growing darkness that possessed him, reach into the deepest sanctums of her soul. How he ripped Raava from the fibers of her rib cage and dragged her out her throat with as much care as a beast would show a carcass. How pain raced up her back, collected in her head and screamed in her ears, and threatened to turn her stomach inside itself as he killed off everything that people told her made her necessary.
She had watched them leave. Saw them rapidly fizzle out, one by one, as if ten thousand years hadn’t gone by to lead up to this moment. What was it all for?
What was it all for?
Another pulse of sharp pain tore through Korra’s body and she howled. Agony and rage erupted inside her chest, where the catalysts of mercury and eighteen years of her short life wasted fed the fire eagerly.
The cords of her neck felt like they were about to pop out or snap, which she began to anticipate as every single muscle in her body somehow found it within themselves to tense up further. She felt white hot flames sitting just behind her tongue, pacing around and crackling like a caged animal.
She knew what that felt like. Had an intimate relationship with the large part of her that was hunched, wild and angry, that stalked through her lungs and her head when things grew too large, too frustrating, too far out of her hands.
She let the fire scream out of her mouth with a guttural cry, straining against bodily limitations to try and force more out of her.
Everything and nothing stopped as she caught sight of a grey blur taking off through the damned cave he thought he could keep her in. She could rip the whole mountain apart if she wanted to.
Zaheer, the man who took the last of the Air Nomads, the man who — like so many others — wanted her dead. The man who wrenched her away from everyone she loved and killed her father.
The cave was collapsing, something Korra thought she weirdly prided herself in causing, and Zaheer was trying to escape.
Escape what? The cave? Or her?
It lit her up inside knowing it was her he was running from.
In the strangest way, she could have almost been thankful that Unalaq took her past lives from her. She lost their knowledge, knowledge that she rarely got the chance to tap into, but she also lost their shackles. She was on her own, with her own power, and using it she shattered the platinum chains that the Red Lotus tried to keep her in.
Fire ignited under her feet, rocketing her forward to chase after Zaheer in the air.
Here, as she was dying, fighting for her life by the skin of her teeth—
—Zaheer ducked and flew out of a small crevice in the mountain—
She was barefoot and her hair was down, she was angry—
—She broke through the mountainside and took off after him—
Mercury was in her blood and she was free. No one held her back. No promise of life restricted her.
Restraint had no place in the face of an eroding, metallic death.
Hello Admiral Zukki🫡 How about 21 and 35 for the power throuple
🫡🫡🫡 at ease cadet miss bottles
i did 21 in another post so i’ll just do 35
35. What are their tastes in music?
suki - i am projecting and giving her my taste in music. she listens to boygenius a lot. my cousin once called my taste in music emo bluegrass….i think suki digs this because her life is so fast and furious but at bedtime she snuggles up to the sweet sound of julien baker on the banjo. but when she trains it’s like that queer pop your pussy music (muna, holly humberstone)
sokka - i think sokka listens to brockhampton and other similar artists. suki also enjoys this music too (as do i)
zuko - i feel like he’s into classical music and show tunes. like he really enjoys the music of andrew lloyd webber’s the phantom of the opera etc. sokka and suki do not dig his music and only allow him to use the aux chord on his birthday
Good evening Ms. Lesbian, I would like to humbly request Korrasami thigh riding for Kinktober. If you would be so kind.
Hail and well met, Ms. Bottles👋🏻 you are a woman of excellent taste! I would be happy to provide you with some Korrasami thigh riding for Kinktober, putting it in my calendar posthaste🫡
18. What work of yours do you go back to admire again the most?
This kiss
24. What did you listen to while creating this year?
So that depended if I was at my desk or not.
If I wasn’t (and I was drawing korrasami), I would listen to JVs podcast or Braving the Elements. Ya know, just to hear her voice. 🥹
If I was at my desk, I’d put on some YouTube video essays about Star Wars Economics or, I’d catch up on some Cinema Therapy videos. If I was in a mood to enrich my musician brain, I’d maybe watch some cover videos or Charles Cornell.
