#satolxgical

[pyrobend]

🔥    ———   percy  jackson  series  /  starter  sentences   ———   @satolxgical​ :  ‘  𝘐  got  us  thrown  off?  That  was  totally  your  fault! ’

cue  a  far  off  look  to  the  horizon  &  a  lil  tilt  of  his  head  to  let  his  sweaty  gloved  -  palm  rub  off  the  invisible  guilt  at  his  nape.  “  uh ... “  is  muttered  ;  for  a  cop  ,  he  sure  sucks  at  personal  confrontation  &  it  looks  like  his  careless  blame  game  won’t  get  too  far  (  at  all  )  with  asami.  “  look  ,  i’m  sorry.  I  didn’t  think  we’d  get  thrown  out  of  the  race  just  because  I  got  a  lil  ticked  off  at  the  other  lame  racer..  “  a  sigh  releases  &  his  brows  furrow  to  reveal  a  shame  -  ridden  face  with  the  tone  to  match.  “  i’ll  make  it  up  to  you  ,  somehow.  “

[kingwu]

“So... Uh... Whacha workin’ on?”

@satolxgical​

[bendingmuses]

@satolxgical​ liked for a Tonraq starter

“You really worked with Varrick? Of your own accord?” It wasn’t a mystery that the entrepreneur was a thorn in his side. The length he was willing to go for a profit, or even to prove a point, was something the chief could never agree with. “I’m sorry you had to suffer through that.”

[raavafused-a]

“*kisses your cheek*”

                             WHAT was that for?’ a surprise kiss? sign her up. anything from her girlfriend was welcomed. except the arguments. and this was completely unexpected.

[raavafused-a]

‘ i would challenge you to a battle of wits, but i see you are unarmed. ’

       ‘ UH... I don’t think that’s such a good idea. i mean.. do you know who you are? i might be the AVATAR, but you’re still leagues smarter than me. ’

[raavafused-a]

‘ is it okay if i sleep in your bed tonight? i’m kind of freaked out. ’

     she hadn’t fallen asleep yet, her bed felt empty and she didn’t really know why. when the industrialist’s voice spoke up from her door... the avatar gave a warm smile. ‘ i don’t see why not. as long as you promise we’re okay. ’

[raavafused-a]

‘ you’re bleeding! why didn’t you tell me? ’

      THE AVATAR held her side. the color of crimson stained her top. she’d gotten into a bad fight, one that she knew was a bad idea. the amount lost was substantial, and at this point korra looked like she was going to pass out. ‘ uh.. because it’s obvious.         just... help me patch this up? ’

[chillingavatar]

‘ 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. ’