#timu

MORE cephalos...... These are Timu and Missy. The little sanitized one is an OC I've had for a long time, I love messing with her because her whole gimmick is that she's basically in eternal Zipcaster mode, except before that was a thing, basically she's a stretchy mf and also what are joints. I gave her a redesign and I love how she turned out.

Inspired by @queerneopets’s posts with Shenkuu emblems using trans colours, I made some trans/NB pride icons (85x85) using some ideas a friend and I tossed around.

From top left to bottom right:

Transfeminine Demiwoman Timu

Neutrois Larcy Phu

Genderflux Mirsha Grelinek

Fluidflux (Nonbinary) Xana DiLanche

Trans Man Antola Maeir (this is literally canon though)

“Turn your left foot out further.” Mako’s voice was exasperated, his expression stern.

And damn was Wu trying, but… It hurt! His thigh twinged as he twisted his ankle further. Then looked at Mako to see if it was enough. Apparently not as the fire bender dropped form and crossed the sparring arena.

“No.” Hands clasped onto shoulders, manhandling Wu into place. “Turn your shoulders so your right is more in front.” He commanded. “Bring them slightly up to your ears.” He pulled and Wu was compliant, his insides soft as butter as the way Mako’s hands were just… on him.

“Better.” Hands still solidly on Wu, until they dropped to his chest and pressed. “Now round your back a little.” He hummed in his throat. “Okay.” And lower. “Square your hips-”

And oh Sweet Spirits Wu was going to combust as fingers dug in to pull his waist closer.

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Cool fingers pressed tightly to his skin, trying, trying so hard to focus on talk of weapons and battle maneuvers. But Wu’s mind was elsewhere and straying further by the second. Eyes drifted over the members of council, settling on Varrick before sidling to Bolin, who looked just as uninterested as himself.

Green eyes rose, awkward smile and wave. Wu squinted. Nodded.

He sighed again, pen dropping to the table as his palms slapped against the surface, standing.

"Bolin." The earth bender jumped, eyes wide as Wu motioned for him to stand and follow as Wu rounded the table, only pausing when he realized he was alone. "Well?"

"W-well…?" Bolin exchanged a look with Varrick, Tenzin.

"Let's go."

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Well it looks like chapter won’t get posted soon - but I’ve managed roughly 1,000 words. I feel like this chapter is the transition to the third year, where Team Avatar gets back together and I can really start analyzing stuff. But that’s almost WORSE because I’m writing based of a pre-existing script too.

HMMM. We’ll see. Anyway. Here is a little bit of some of those words.

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“Ah, no.” Mako snatched the mop from Wu’s hands. “You’ve caused enough damage. I’ll clean, you sit.” A gentle shove had Wu waiting compliant in a chair while Mako made quick work of the smoothie mess.

“I could have done it.” Wu grumbled as Mako handed the mop over the the shopkeeper with another apology and bow, heat rising to his cheeks in a subtle blush. “But I am grateful for your swift action, my good man.” Hand pressed to Mako’s chest.

Not unusual, but the stickiness of Wu’s fingers clung to his coat. Wu smelled of too ripe strawberries, bright eyes gleaming upwards and-

“Okay.” Mako moved forward, jostling the man off and away. “Time for us to get cleaned up.”

“Are you mad? C’mon Mako!” Wu fell into pace beside him as Mako strode through the marketplace. “It’s all harmless-”

“I’m not a janitor.” Mako’s teeth grit, jaw muscles worked. “I’m not a bodyguard!” He followed up, angrier and angrier, no real cause. Just aimless emotion.

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God this chapter is taking FOREVER I'm so sorry!!

I want to focus on how interwoven Mako has become in Wu's life. I want Bolin to confirm, or rather attest, to that. I feel like it would mean the most coming from that character. I also want there to be bonding moments between Wu and Mako's family. I mean he??? Lived??? With??? Them??? How did we not get more moments? I want more moments, I'm gunna make them.

Making dumplings with grandma, sparring with cousin, drinking and 'gambling' with uncles. And Bolin just a m a z e d at Wu's ability to blend into social atmospheres he's comfortable and secure in.

I want to focus on Wu's conflicting emotions (guilt vs survivors guilt vs inadequacy vs affection vs love vs lust). I want there to be a steamy scene followed by encompassing self loathing, because I believe Wu is a complex character full of insecurity and a need to be validated and noticed and while the subtext of Mako's affections are there, they haven't been overtly made note of and Wu is in a terrible place of having let the man he's falling in love with go off with an ex that never seems to stay an ex (who Wu feels vastly inferior to for a multitude of reasons).

Wu flushed at the sight of Mako, emerging from the apartment room.

“You look-”

“Yeah?” The flush that crawled up Mako’s neck made Wu writhe.

“Yeah!” The no-longer Prince waited for Mako to step beside him, arms linking at the doorway. “The color, the cut-” Wu leaned back, feeling Mako tense beside him. “Very nice.”

“Oh sweet Spirits.” Mako ducked his head away as Wu leaned in to land a kiss on the curve of his ear; laugh too loud, too close.

Not that Mako minded, not really.

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