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nikki wip sketch

fisheye piece I was working on during exam block 🫠🫠

Behind the stat...

Aang tarot sketch complete!

@lemonsunnyhoney thought of the super creative idea of Aang as the sun

eunji my queen

10 min challenge

Very rough sketch of the beach scene from my Amon!Red lotus fic.

Hint: he's being bloodbent by a certain fem OC and their relationship might just be enemies to lovers...

Read here!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55669444/chapters/141309661

The Blue Spirit x Painted Lady

Here’s a short fic I wrote that might inspire you: ‘The Healer’s Guardian’ 🤗

https://archiveofourown.org/works/76548991/chapters/200336071

finished!!

(Tarrlok POV)

Every capillary, every artery, was scorching hot as it turned to ice. Every last drop.

No.

No.

Not again.

Amon. It was this side of him, commanding me.

To die.

Tiny footsteps inched toward the room.

Just like the footsteps stolen from the water tribe boy bloodbent by his brother as his father cheered, invigorated.

Under the decrepit light, the child's matted ebony hair could've been 3 wavy ponytails, spraying out from a contorted, tiny head.

“P-please, sir, please stop! You’re scaring me.”

You’re scaring me.

Just like the water tribe boy had cried as his brother’s excruciating grip peaked over him.

“Li, young child, you must not be here right now.”

My bones seemed to peel off each other as I plummeted down, lungs swelling.

Amon cooed at the child, like Noatak had cooed at me, tone like laced honey so I'd abandon Mother with him.

And when I had refused…

Amon’s voice returned to grinding concrete, gruff and deep, as Li scurried out.

“Tarrlok, get out.” He seethed, pupils blown out. “GET OUT.”

“Or what?” I mustered through hyperventilated breaths. “Y-ou will b-bloodbend me to my demise? You have already taken my greatest a-asset.”

I inhaled sharply, finally making my words clear.

“My bending.”

Nothing. Not even a trace of remorse in Amon’s eyes.

He was still beneath that battered mask.

Blood of the Red Lotus (7562 words) by ProdiNeonBlue Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Avatar: Legend of Korra Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amon | Noatak/Original Female Character(s), Summary:

[An AU where Amon + Tarrlok survive the explosion and Amon's lieu is a waterbending girl Amara, and they've got all sorts of feelings for each other]. They were supposed to be ghosts.

Noatak is a shell, his "Amon" mask exploded with that damn boat. Tarrlok's reduced to a fallen prince scrubbing lye-smelling sheets in a Ba Sing Se inn, haunted by the "nothingness" of his lost waterbending.

And then there’s Amara; the lieutenant who stayed, the girl who bloodbends with a sardonic heart, trying to outrun the shadow of her own father.

When Zaheer offers them a seat at the Red Lotus table, it seems like a Spirit-given gift. Their blood for his "equality."

I deserved worse.

I love the idea of aang as a sun card cause it stands for optimism, joy and abundance and that's literally aang!! Now I really wanna draw it haha

sokka: the magician wip

avatar tarot cardsss

tw: death, war mentioned

The Format: A "Behind-the-Scenes" of a skeptical, low-budget documentary. The government gave Tirani (the director) a grant to film it—God knows why—mostly just to mock her, and the public already treats the whole thing as a fictitious cash-grab. Despite the world laughing at it, Tirani is a blunt cynic who believes, against all odds, that this is the next big thing. The subject is Yihan, a kid with gelled hair who claims he bypassed the memory-wipe protocol. He answers every question with nonchalance and macho energy, but the flashback chapters revealing the memories associated with them show true passion and lost love. He keeps calling Tirani a funny name, "mins" and blaming her for forgetting things. The "Red String" he talks about? Everyone is sure it’s a fake

(The Odd chapters - the past)

The Childhood: They were kids playing ball in the street. Amina was always the boss, jokingly making Ishaan promise to marry her as long as she stayed in charge. Yuhan, the angry oldest brother, watched from the sidelines until he joined the Tigers and died, leaving the family shattered.

Amina and Ishaan grow up as best friends and academic rivals. When the war hits, the world comes crashing down. They get bombed, they survive the war, and they beat the system, they both beat the odds to get into Med School.

The Irony: The Tsunami hits. For the first time, there is a ceasefire.

The "Titanic" Sacrifice: There is only one small raft left in the water.The Jump: Ishaan knows Amina will never leave him behind, so he jumps into the black water to force her to take the raft. He tries to be the martyr so she can live.

He forgot Amina is the boss. She had already tied a red string to his wrist under the water. She doesn’t do "heroic goodbyes." If the ocean takes him, it takes them both. They die tethered together while the ceasefire holds.The Present-Day Climax: As Tirani films the "recap," she realizes the truth is actually leaking out to the public. Her boss, Mr. Raymond, panics. He starts aggressively deleting and "sanitizing" the footage because he can’t let the world know the reincarnation is real. It turns out the documentary wasn't just a grant; it was a trap, and now an agent is breaking in to zap Yihan’s mind to finish the job.The Ending: Tirani intercepts the memory-zapping device. The shock doesn't wipe her—it triggers her. The cynical filmmaker "restarts," and the 2004 memories flood back in. As her mind flares to white, she looks at the skinny kid with the gelled hair and finally says his name.

"Ishaan."

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