Okay this is the doodle that spawned the inspiration; the next ones that are coming aren’t any uh “clearer” but I hope to do polished stuff later I just want to draw
Foggy Swamp Merril from Dragon Age
* n * So much green everywhere
She’s also one of the few members of her tribe to have figured out bloodbending and she advocates that the practice of bloodbending isn’t wrong, just the people who’ve used it
So uh, why does Merril bloodbend? It has something to do with her tribe’s history, and restoring this mirror but uh, you know what, just don’t ask about the bloodbending
TOO CUTE
Restless Korra
Location: Air Temple Island, Yue Bay, The United Republic
With apologies to flutirebear: you filled my dash with amazing poetry, and it has taken over my brain a bit! The idea of melding fandom and poetry is a new one to me, and you do it so well! So here’s my tribute, three kind of shaky haiku. Sorry flutie:
Snow comes to the city,
Gently, wipes out buildings
The black lines of streets
Perhaps the moon has seen
The tumult of the water
And weeps to make it calm
Perhaps the snow just falls
And the crash you hear is nothing more
Than the sea returning
“…and the crash you hear is nothing more/than the sea returning”
GOD FUCKING DAMN.
request from the fabulous flutiebear! because gifs are still very very difficult for me, heh, so
“Or, if you’re custom drawing these, Bolin and Isabela smooching. Because two characters as awesome as they deserve each other. :)”
I hope this is close to what you had in mind
hooray for awkward hands “can i touch? but wait there are daggers! oh god what do i do with my hands!? um um um”
hmmm it’s amazing how much my style can change within one picture
UNLESS there’s a character in Legend of Korra named Isabela that I somehow missed then OHGODSORRY
GUYS YOU SAW THIS RIGHT RIGHT GUYS RIGHT
PLEASE TELL ME YOU SAW THIS
BOLIN/BELA
BELIN
BOLA
WHATEVER

flutiebear replied to your post: Stuck on the bus
BOLIN THE BRONY. WRITE IT WOMAN.It started innocently enough. Training while listening to the wireless meant that the Fire Ferrets often caught odd programs- Mako would listen to Bolin describe them when he got home from work (he persisted at the lightning factory despite Asami’s insistence. Sometimes, you do things for yourself as well as the money).
Gradually, though, Bolin began to describe one program more and more. The adventures of a group of animals, the last fifteen minutes of the Children’s Hour every day. It got to the point, Korra told him, that Bolin would actuallystop practiceto catch up with Rosy the Rabbiroo, Flippers the Penguinseal, Bosco the Bear and friends.
It comes to a head one day when Mako walks in to find his brother brushing the long fake hair of a Daisy the Deeralope toy and singing along to the theme song.
Caught in the act, Bolin flicks his gaze guiltily between Mako and the toy.
“Korra gave it to me?” he tries, hiding the brush behind his back (as if that will make things better). “Ikki had a spare.”
Mako simply shakes his head and leaves. “I have no brother.”
“It’s got surprisingly compelling characters!”
Silence.
Bolin looks into the gentle painted eyes of Daisy the Deeralope. “He’ll come around.”
THE NOISE THAT CAME OUT OF MY MOUTH WAS NOT HUMAN

Why thank you!
Everytime someone over-metas, an English teacher gets their wings.
oh hey, hey hey hey, bo. you lookin’ fine.
INTERNET WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME WHY
Who made this? Because it’s freaking hilarious. I want to use it for everything.
No seriously I laughed for five minutes straight.
I still sort of have the giggles.
In his other pair of robes?
Try asking historymiss, she of the phenomenal Korra ficlets. She might know.
Republic City scenery porn II
Republic City’s made of stone and steel and light, the bones of the earth reaching to the sky. Korra used to love it here.
When she stepped off the boat that first time, and smelled the air of a city at once strange and familiar, her heart had sung. This was the place she had been called to, she was sure: a nation founded not by war or long tradition but built out of hope, and the promise of a new way of living. Like Kyoshi, Aang had shaped the very face of his world. Korra had wondered, wandering these streets, if she would ever do so herself.
Now, though, the light of the city simply throws the shadows into sharp relief. The buildings are too big, and Korra can see the stone crumble and the metal rust away until all that is left is darkness.
Korra used to love it here. But Republic City is full of ghosts reaching out with hungry mouths, the past and the present and the fear of what the future might bring.
Oh my god, historymiss, stop giving me so many feelings before my heart explodes.
IN FACT FORGET THE CITY
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wugs:
it’s not a true otp until you’ve sobbed about it while listening to mumford & sons
oh my god my life
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