Uh are these new shots of Kuvira or did I miss something?
zuko and sokka tell dad jokes. there is NO way around this fact. every time they hear someone say they are hungry or cold they do a 180 exorcist head turn
really just wanted to doodle a buff Korra because I love buff Korra so much.
also wanted to debut my new signature! DRAGON HUSBAND
i want to commission fanart *looks into wallet* *narrows eyes*
whenever somebody says like “so what did you do today?” just look off into the distance and say “the right thing”
Katsa marvels at her skin as the hot water rinses weeks of dirt and grime and blood from her body: she has never noticed the pattern of ridges that trace over her fingers, inked with blood that fills in the pink and white of her hands and still throbbing in protest from the cold of the last few days over the crest of Grella’s Pass. It’s strange, she thinks, how something as intangible as the cold can strip and crack her surface. She could not even touch it, yet like the mountain lion it left its mark (still pink and shining) along her body.
The last time she saw her own blood on her hands was when she was eight. Her Grace was still new; she was still learning to control it, under Oll’s supervision, and he had begun to let her practice the force of her blows against ten of his armored men at once. She had known how to fight so many, instantly, but even all her training with the practice dummies and the strength of a newly-discovered Grace could not prepare a child’s soft hands for each strike against the metal plates. It had not hurt, but she had stared then as warm blood pooled and slid down the backs of her hands (she had never slipped or accidentally cut herself before) until Raffin had found her, standing alone in her rooms, and bound her knuckles for the next time. (There had never been a next time. Her hands slowed their bleeding overnight and healed quickly to form the rough ridges of callouses over her knuckles and palms.)
Katsa wonders then that she had won this fight, against an enemy she could not touch and that her Grace had never faced. She wonders next at the memory of her bleeding hands, brought back by the sight of the red in her bathwater, and the tough skin that had grown over so long ago instead. Next to Katsa, Bitterblue sighs—a happy sigh uttered many times since their baths began. It is the first happy sound Katsa has heard anywhere since she entered Monsea. Bitterblue will make a good queen, Katsa thinks, for she, too, is healing over.
I’M STILL WRITING!! GOOGLE DOC OPENED AND READY
Forever and ever.
<33333333 and same to you
*apollo pulls lyre out of nowhere* anyway, here’s wonderwall
The Gaang + Flat Design
PPL STILL FOLLOWING ME WHEN I HAVEN’T WRITTEN GOOD STUFF IN 23 YEARS……… :’) IM NOT ALLOWED TO SLEEP TONIGHT UNTIL I DO SMTH ABOUT THIS
waffles or pancakes?
no you <3
17 and 18 for Shianni
This color palette combo was really cool! I hope you like it :D