#prxdigalprincess

name / alias: Derek

age: 31

my characters are:  friendly / approachable / difficult to talk to/ unapproachable

i prefer: plotting relationships & dynamics before we write / building the relationship as we write / i like both

i ship: easily/ if there’s chemistry/ only if plotted / never

my character is: easy to ship with / difficult to ship with / completely unavailable to ship with / depends on the character

the easiest way to write with me is: through threads / through memes / both

i am: comfortable with talking ooc / uncomfortable with talking ooc /

i prefer to talk ooc over: tumblr ims / other im system (discord)

i respond: quickly / slowly/ rarely /as soon as i’m able

i prefer: short threads/ multi para threads / novella threads

i am: not okay with aus / happy to write my character in an au

i prefer writing: angst / fluff / smut / romance / friendship / horror / action /all of the previous options

i am: okay with nsfw topics / not okay with nsfw topics /okay with some nsfw topics

i am: okay with being tagged in random starters/ not okay with being tagged in random starters / okay with random asks/ not okay with random asks

i am: okay with multiple memes being sent / not okay with multiple memes being sent topics

to avoid writing: incest, rape/sexual violence, sexual situations involving children, and suicide.  Mostly just copied this from the previous person tbh

tagged by: @braveheartoswald

Name: Zuzu 💅🏼

Ringtone: Killer Queen - Queen

Last text received: I sincerely hope you're not actually considering growing such ridiculous facial hair. It is not a 'look'.

Last text sent: I mustache you if this suits me. I think it's a look 😌 *accompanied by a pic of Sokka wearing a fake beard and mustache*

Close Friends Prompts

🗣my muse has a heart-to-heart/real-talk with yours

@prxdigalprincess

He was sitting beside a river.

A towel was draped over the important part but left him visible everywhere else.  He had regained some muscle but still looked weak, too boney in places and just generally baring some vague deformation at the years in prison.

Too many scars in too many places.

At least he didn’t hate his reflection as much as he did prior.

(He still avoided looking at it.)

He heard Azula approach.  Waited a moment.

“Do you feel remorse, Azula?”

Sure, perhaps he should have greeted her first, or something of that nature--but why waste time with that when they both knew what she was going to ask?

If Aang had heard this once, then he’d heard it about a thousand times.

And frankly...  Even the Avatar had a limit.

Peace was his typical approach to what could only be called propaganda. Those who turned up their noses at the Harmony Restoration Movement weren’t often too conspiratorial or violent about their beliefs; in heavy and reluctant silence, they let the Avatar guide them nevertheless, and he had gotten more than accustomed to giving a repetitive speech on why this was in fact helping. Most accepted it. Moved on. Proved to not be any bigger of an issue in the long-run.

But the more times he witnessed someone like this agitating the masses, putting more doubts in their minds, the more his “friendly Avatar” side began to slip away in the face of it.

So he made an irritated approach on the small crowd gathered in town, bitterness twisting his lips as he squeezed through as best he could without shoving (not nearly as gentle as he used to be). “Okay—! C’mon, guys!” His voice lilted higher than the speaker garnering their attention. “You don’t need to listen to this. Fire Lord Zuko and I are bringing peace back and putting things how they used to be, so that’s enough of—”

He was given pause. Huge pause.

Because as soon as he made it through (not without casting encumbered looks to all around him), his gaze finally settled on she who spoke—no, manipulated; always manipulation with her—and his heart tripped, stuttered behind his ribs.

Aang couldn’t tell if the chill he felt was all in his head. But even when he was rendered frozen on the spot, his lips and voice still worked.

Sokka had made it common to find himself napping on the couch, especially after he’d spent most of the day fishing or just being generally active.

This one particular time, he felt some weight along with some warmth suddenly drape across his lap. It didn’t feel like a pillow, so....

He rested his hand on this source of weight, along with peeking an eye open, only to see a set of legs there. A quick glance further down and he was quickly met with Azula’s eyes looking right back on him.

“...Oh...Azula...um hey. I know I said “Make yourself comfortable” but, I wasn’t really expecting...you know...this level of comfort.”

Well, Yua was definitely in the palace. That much she knew, but things looked different. The palace staff wore clothes that she wasn’t used to seeing, and the guards’ uniforms were outdated. So this was either some weird prank, or something truly strange was going on. She walked through the Hall of Fire Lords and stopped in the middle. This wasn’t right either. Fire Lord Ozai shouldn’t be in the middle. He should be off to the side, with her mother in the middle and grandfather on her other side. She was so focused on studying the portrait and trying to figure out where the others were that she didn’t notice someone had walked up beside her until they spoke.