Life is a Dream - Nonbenders

One of the things I have in my fic, Life is a Dream, is that in the dreamscapes that soulmates create when they sleep, benders appear to be made of their element and nonbenders are made of the things that they identify most with. (Baby nonbenders are usually made of whatever they are swaddled in.)

Sokka, aka Cub, has been developing the war paint he saw on his father and when he got his boomerang his nails became made of the same material (maybe other parts of his body too, I go back and forth and I think the material extends to his hands and feet as he gets older and the boomerang becomes more a part of his identity).

So what would you look like in a dreamscape? (Ex. I would be a combination of handwritten and printed paper, and probably small snippets of cloth or yarn if I'm fixated on a project.)

You know how when you have a lucid dream and you’re aware you’re dreaming and you just go through the motions cause you know it’s not real and you’re going to wake up eventually. That’s how I feel about life.

Life is *actually* a fairytale.

In my Segismundo/Jon Snow era. They are too similar. Bye.

spending my friday night right. indian food. irn bru. jurassic park.

I need to reflect on today to the best of my abilities. I don't think it's even quite set in what is in the process of happening and what has been working in the background of my life.

Not only did I just move all of my things out of the home I've stayed at temporarily, the last 5 months, but the process of living a life with Cody, together, is starting. In the middle of my moving and packing stress earlier, Cody looked at me and said something similar to "I have no time expectation or any set plan other than bringing you home with me. Whatever else happens is a bonus. I just want you with me."

I am still working through my trauma and unlearning all of the unhealthy relationship things I've learned or been made to believe about myself. I can't believe I have the partner I have honestly. I still don't feel worthy, but he makes me feel more so each day. I feel seen and I feel beautiful and I feel heard and I feel appreciated and SAFE. I feel safe. for the first time in my life, I can say I am free, safe, completely taken care of. I have a life to look forward to. And I am ACTUALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO IT FOR ONCE. The idea of killing myself seems like a past life.

This really can't be real, can it?

My life is a dream

My life is glorious

My life is beautiful

I am beautiful

I am satisfied

Everything works out

Everything is great

I have life satisfaction

I have contentment

[A camera focus brings us into the scene. Niki is lying in bed, tossing and turning. Her mouth is moving, but no words form. A zoom into her face and a dissolve reveal the nightmare.]

[Vines. Vines everywhere; on the walls, across the floor, climbing furniture. They’re pulsing, and writhing, and an unnatural shade of scarlet. Niki sits in the center of it all, restrained to a chair by these vines. Her wings are damaged, badly, and where the vine has made contact with her skin there are large welts forming.]

[Over her stands Puffy, dressed in red and a manic light in her eyes. The vines cover her as well, though she doesn’t have the same blisters that Niki does. Her limbs move unnaturally, like she’s simply a puppet on strings. When she speaks, her voice is uncharacteristically rough.]

“Don’t you see, Niki? The Egg is the only way! It will put an end to your pain, you’ll never be discontent again. There’s no loss, no grief, no life. There is only The Egg.”

“Puffy!” [Niki screams. She pulls against the vines but they grow painfully tighter.] “Puffy, this isn’t you! Stop it!”

“Oh, but it is me, little bird,” [Puffy coos, and the blade of her axe trails along Niki’s jawline.] “This is me at my best. The Egg has freed me from everything that’s ever held me back! I’m not afraid anymore.”

“Puffy, please,” [She sobs.] “Think about this. We have a life, a future. What about the girls? Our daughters?”

“Don’t worry, The Egg has helped them too.” [Puffy steps aside to reveal Michelle and Willow, still in their pajamas. They’re covered in the vines, being held upright despite the dead look in their eyes.]

[Niki sobs again, and Puffy clicks her tongue, disappointed.] “You don’t see, do you? The Egg will help you. The Egg will heal you. There is no pain anymore. There is no worry. There is no life. Only The Egg.”

[Puffy pulls the axe back, and swings. Niki can’t even scream.]

life in pictures today😌 we are in love with the english countryside in the summer 🤍🤍🤍

Hi! Just wanted to tell you I loved all of your fics and looking forward for how it would go on!

First one I read was dreaming together, and described imagenary was so interesting!

My favorite fic by you are the lost heir. Generational difference between canon and the fic are so interesting! I love the difference in fire nation with Azula in Azulon's position. Seriously, reading the word maelstorm militia and airbender Ty-Lee made me scream. I'm wondering if this is not a common knowledge or they are recognized as different group from air nomads. gotta check words used... and sokka accusing aang of being spy makes much more sense here. A ang and Zuko's going to see so many different world.

Most recent one I finished reading was crystal flowers, which I wish I had red sooner! describing colors to Toph using crystals and bending was fucking cool!!!!!

sorry if my language is weird, my first language is Japanese.

Please take care of yourself with ongoing health crysis worldwide, and thankyou for sharing all your writings with us!

Thanks! I'm so glad that you are enjoying them!

Yes! I really enjoy Life is a Dream. It's fun and I've enjoyed thinking up the dreamscape and how people look!

I'm glad that you are enjoying the Lost Heir! It's a fun little fic. And the Maelstrom Militia has been an idea I've had for a long time! The surviving airbenders are not common knowledge because at the time the then Princess Azula was hiding their survival from her father, Fire Lord Sozin. (This will come up later!) It has not been as urgent a secret since Sozin's death and Azula's ascension to power but it's still a secret. Ozai was never trusted with the information and Azulon also doesn't know. (I think that Ursa does know because of her mother's childhood friendship with Azula, but that's subject to change.) I'm really looking forward to writing more of that. I love writing Azulon and how being an only child and talented firebender altered the form of Ozai's abuse but didn't get rid of it. (I really enjoy writing the Azulon and Azula part because it's different. I'm really looking forward to developing those elements of the story.) I also really like how Zuko provides Aang a link to the past he didn't have in canon. Zuko and Aang are really struggling!

Unrelated to the Lost Heir, I have a lot of ideas for surviving airbenders in the Fire Nation and the Maelstrom Militia that may come up in other stories, so your enjoyment of them is definitely noted and will make it more likely for me to include them.

I adore Crystal Flowers! I got a little stuck on the mines, but I'm working my way past it. (It also was a bit of a weird year so I didn't get a chance to write as much.) It's one of my only stories that just takes place after canon without influencing it. I like writing Toph and Zuko as siblings and I've developed a real love of Poppy Beifong (to the point I now always end up writing her as eventually being a good parent). I was working on it a little bit this week.

Your English was great! I wish I could speak Japanese nearly as well.

Thanks so much for the ask! And I hope to keep bringing you updates of your favorites!

Lucifer: *enters the hotel*

Alastor: I cast vicious mockery 😈

An animation my sis and I made for fun

Music is Perception Check by Tom Cardy.

had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing

jurassic park has a good philosophical message but unfortunately the only thing i ever take away from watching jurassic park is "god i wish i could go to jurassic park." like yeah it's a blatantly obvious don't create the torment nexus scenario, but this torment nexus has DINOSAURS.

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ❤️

1 when i get asks in my inbox. its fun to me. like i get sooo excited when i get an ask no matter what it is bcs like omgggg interactionnn

2 when my friends (or literally anyone tbh) talks to me. like omg yay someone is saying something to me

3 bugs. i fucking love bugs bro (ALL BUGS BTW. ALL OF THEM. INCLUDING WASPS. INCLUDING MOSQUITOS. MY LOVE FOR BUGS IS NOT CONDITIONAL. I LOVE BUGS SO MUCH DUDE)

4 all of my special interests hyperfixations general interests yknow yknow. idogs furbies all other robot pets (maybe someday ill be able to afford an aibo... SOMEDAY...) td spiderverse tf2 hlvrai i could keep going but itd make this response like 15 miles long

5 this thing

im gonna be honest my last 10 likes and reblogs has been from literally 1 mutual (hi saturn) so i guess ill just send this to him LMFAOO.

thx for the ask i love you anon lets hold hands in a clearing in the forest and look up at the stars together on a beautiful night :)

came home drunk last night and got way too excited to see my computer