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— And Then Tentacles: A Love Story PART ONE:.

reallycuteforadouchebender:

((This is all Bolin and Tenzin’s fault for encouraging my idiocy. A crossover parody of sorts, in which Tenzin and Davy Jones end up in the thralls of Beard Brotherhood 4 LYFE. And then some.

Also proof that you shouldn’t tempt me.))

The ship was silent as death as it glided across the still waters of Yue Bay. Its captain scowled down at a small instrument curled on both ends; emitting a soft light, the bronze trinket glowed the closer they drifted towards the island. A squelching gurgle interrupted his thoughts, earning the deck hand a swift and heavy blow.

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Anonymous asked: NOT FER LONG.

Tenzin couldn’t deny the fact that he was terrified. 

posted: 2 years ago (0 notes)

Anonymous asked: A REAL PIRATE HAS NO FRIENDS, ONLY TH'LONG LIST O'BODIES LEFT IN YER WAKE. YE BELONG T'ME, AIRBENDER.

" I am a married man, Mr. Jones. I don’t belong to anyone but my wife." 

posted: 2 years ago (0 notes)

Anonymous asked: YE BEST BE MOVIN ALONG THERE TENZIN. WOULDN'T WANTCHA T'CATCH SCURVY.

"Mun, get your crazy friend out of my askbox, if you would, please." 

posted: 2 years ago (1 note)

reallycuteforadouchebender:

sonofthesky:

reallycuteforadouchebender:

It was.” The affirmation hurt unexpectedly, sharp pain blossoming in his chest.

Tahno blinked, his hands trembling. He was beginning to recognize the signs now, the rising tide of anxiety and panic starting to tie his stomach in knots. 

“No,” he whispered, and it was the only defiance he had left, the only way he could deny that it hurt to even contemplate. The agony swirled somewhere above his chest and he shook his head even as his ears rang in time. The blood drained from his already-pale face and the disconnect that he’d felt since the attack strengthened. He couldn’t feel the push or the pull or even the flow of anything but a noiseless flood that rocked him where he stood.

He never wanted to speak “of what happened”. He could not longer talk, no longer breathe for the absence. He couldn’t “let go” because he refused to believe he was this pathetic thing was his life now and no amount of “guidance” would change that.

If all Tenzin had heard was the no, he would have left in that moment, accepting the man’s decision even if he didn’t agree with if. He would have gone, most likely never to return, had he not seen Tahno’s trembling hands, or the sudden paleness to the already pale youth’s cheeks. 

But he saw, and he recognized the signs when he saw them - Tenzin himself had been a frequent sufferer of panic attacks in his youth, in his teenage years, and he knew what to look for, and how such an unstabilizing event felt. 

“Tahno,” He began, a hand reaching out to rest on the young man’s shoulder, “Come back, Tahno. Everything will be alright.” He murmured, stepping in closer so that he look into the boy’s eyes, to make sure he was still there.

He jumped, muscles tensing as Tenzin’s large hand landed lightly on his shoulder. Tahno shirked from the gaze, afraid as only those who are lost can be, a rabbit in the throes of the darkest forest. Dizziness caused a stutter in his step as he tried to back away, lungs collapsing as if shrunken into a vendetta against air.

Pupils wide, dilated at the perception of an attack, Tahno’s move was instinctual; even with trembling hands, he executed the perfect stop-thrust to hold his ‘attacker’ in place.

Nothing happened. No water bent to his aid. He had forgotten. Copper rang heavy in his mouth, the taste of failure written upon his tongue as he bit his bloody lip to stop the emptiness from leaking out his eyes.

He felt a pang of pity at the sight of the boy fall into perfect form, as gut instinct guided him and not his mind, not the mind that knew his bending was gone, but the body that had never known a life without it.

"Tahno, it’s going to take time." He murmured, moving his hands to clasp behind his back. "It won’t… it’s not a simple task, getting used to a life where you’ve lost a portion of yourself - but you… You’re not only a bender, child, and you cannot act like you’ve lost everything. You haven’t." 

Oh, but it was hard. It was a hard transition, Tenzin knew. Long and painful, an some days, you would think it was all a bad dream, but when you tried to bend…

It was hard.

reallycuteforadouchebender:

sonofthesky:

reallycuteforadouchebender:

“It is no more a crutch than the wings of a bird or the fins of a fish- it is a part of me-” He stopped, and his eyes closed.

“It was…I mean…I don’t…I don’t know, Councilman.” He swallowed, the lump now familiar in his throat and swollen by shame.

“I am drowning, but I cannot-” His frustration stopped his voice; unable to even speak of the loss that knifed into him with every breath.

” It was.” Tenzin corrected, his tone soft, kind. He knew how difficult it was to think of oneself as something they had never been during their entire existence. How difficult it was to let go. “Like an amputated limb… You must let go, and learn to function without it.”

It was difficult, and would remain so. Some days, Tenzin would simply not think, and go to bend. Every time that he did so, it was as though his breathing had stopped and he was choking.

It could knock you off your feet at the moment you least expected it.

” You need not make a decision right away, child. Take your time.” He responded his voice low. “If you do ever wish to speak of… what happened, regardless of your decision, I am always available to listen, and perhaps offer guidance, if I can.”

It was.” The affirmation hurt unexpectedly, sharp pain blossoming in his chest.

Tahno blinked, his hands trembling. He was beginning to recognize the signs now, the rising tide of anxiety and panic starting to tie his stomach in knots. 

“No,” he whispered, and it was the only defiance he had left, the only way he could deny that it hurt to even contemplate. The agony swirled somewhere above his chest and he shook his head even as his ears rang in time. The blood drained from his already-pale face and the disconnect that he’d felt since the attack strengthened. He couldn’t feel the push or the pull or even the flow of anything but a noiseless flood that rocked him where he stood.

He never wanted to speak “of what happened”. He could not longer talk, no longer breathe for the absence. He couldn’t “let go” because he refused to believe he was this pathetic thing was his life now and no amount of “guidance” would change that.

If all Tenzin had heard was the no, he would have left in that moment, accepting the man’s decision even if he didn’t agree with if. He would have gone, most likely never to return, had he not seen Tahno’s trembling hands, or the sudden paleness to the already pale youth’s cheeks. 

But he saw, and he recognized the signs when he saw them - Tenzin himself had been a frequent sufferer of panic attacks in his youth, in his teenage years, and he knew what to look for, and how such an unstabilizing event felt. 

"Tahno," He began, a hand reaching out to rest on the young man’s shoulder, "Come back, Tahno. Everything will be alright." He murmured, stepping in closer so that he look into the boy’s eyes, to make sure he was still there.

Yup

sonofthesky: I think you should be called Bellzin
sonofthesky: and I should be Lexzin
thebestteacher: I am Bellzin xD
sonofthesky: and John is Johnzin
thebestteacher: Yes

saikhantheloyal:

(( I don’t want to goooooo ))