Toxic Rants

yuki119:

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Can we just talk about how it’s been a year and yet somehow we’re all insane enough to continue having a fandom for a character that was on-screen for about 7 minutes?

Tahno 4 lyfe bitches. Where my tahnorrian’s at?

Fuck this shit, I’m going back to writing Tahorra smut.

Do you write mature fanfiction, and if so, what gender do you identify as?

Hey guys! I’m doing a small poll to try and do some analysis. I know it seems like a strange topic but it’s something I’d like to look into. Please take the poll! Thanks x  Signal boost too so more people can answer!

Keep me fresh people. I’ll do Legend of Korra ones again, especially Lieumon, Tahorra and Broh. Not really a Makorra person, only at a push will I do those. 

Ask away.

Anonymous asked: Tahnorra prompt, just cuz I'm in a ToxicRants-lover mood c; | Snowing outside and the two cuddle wiff hot chocolate.

The snow was inches thick outside. Republic City was a blank sheet and the last of the crisp, un-touched snow lay just outside their door. They’d seen enough though, or more like Tahno had had enough of Korra throwing snowballs at him. Always something about his hair; dripping wet and void of style as he trudged through the front door. 

Though there was one thing he adored about the snow. Korra was always in her element, like the southern winds had blown and home came rushing back. Barren Arctic wastelands to run with her polar dog and blank, open skies filled to the brim with something white and fluffy. Tahno hadn’t visited the poles much, being born in the swamp meant he was used to more humid climates and a tad less clothing.

He forced himself to love the snow. She glowed whenever it came streaming down from above the grey towers of the city. Her tanned skin wet with the melted snow and her eyes shimmering back to a childhood lost in homes comforts. He was bought back to reality with the smell of something warm and chocolatey. Korra produced two mugs of steaming hot chocolate and placed them on the table just in front of the couch.

He stripped off the coat and the sopping wet scarf he’d been wearing, and kicking off the boots gave such a wave of relief he couldn’t get his feet to the fire quick enough. Soon, they were just snuggling there; drifting off into a quiet daydreaming, still stuck in one another’s arms.

Anonymous asked: Tahnorra prompt: Korra finds out Tahno's relatives are swamp waterbenders. I.e, rednecks.

“Breathe a word of this, Uh-vatar, and you’re dead,” his voice hissed under the celebratory tones of his parents.

Tahno had meant to pay them a solitary visit, considering he had always promised he’d go back to the swamp when he could. He’d never imagined Korra would manage to sneak along too. 

“What a purdy girlfriend you have here, sugah lump,” his mother’s accent was particularly thick and Korra couldn’t help but snicker at the nickname. 

“Don’t laugh at my mother, she’s a respected water bender in these parts!” It was true. Tahno’s mother may of had the heavy swamp tribe tone but she was no push over. She was a lean woman, with swift curves around the hips; maybe reminiscent of a common ancestry with the water tribes. She certainly flowed, with black hair that waved like the vines down to her waist and a more tanned complexion than her son’s. 

“My little sugah never told me he had a girlfriend. Then, he doesn’t get to tell us much since he moved,” she pinched Tahno’s cheek and he quickly slapped it away. 

“Now, don’t be huffy with your mother, boy. You know you ent been contacting us as much as we’d like you too,” his father was even taller than the mother, with a build not unlike Korra’s own father. Though this man was much paler; with a bush of thick black hair tied back with vine rope and the glint of a huntsman in his light eyes. 

“That’s right, sugah lump. We’ve been worried.” 

Korra tapped her fingers against the frame of her chair and had to grip slightly not to let out a laugh. It was the names, the nicknames they kept calling him that were setting her off. 

“I’m busy, I’m a pro-bender now. I have a life,” Tahno had suddenly reverted back to a spoiled teenage brat; desperately eager to stop his parents questioning. 

“We know darlin’, but we just like to know how you’re doing,” his mothers’ eyes flashed with worry as she placed a hand to his. She was certainly a beautiful woman to say the least.

“I know I should probably come home more than I do.”

“That’s right, my little swamp-cutie. Did I tell you about the time he tried to bend some vines and ended up whipin’ himself?” Tahno’s mother suddenly leaned over towards Korra.

“Not a word, Uh-vatar. Not a word.”

Anonymous asked: Tahnorra prompt: Rainy day.

The rain on the window made it hard to forget.

Power was slipping, slipping away into a grey distance. There was a red dot, and black slits on a white background that stood above a crowd. A white light. Arena lights looking down on his fate like God’s judging him.

A high pitched squeal before the fall. The literal fall into the water below. He was drowning. He still is; sinking deeper and deeper and deeper and…

“Tahno!” Korra yelled. He snapped back only to realise she was shoving food into his hand.

“Sorry,” was the only thing he could mumble before tearing his gaze away from the window. Korra sighed.

“Looking at it won’t bring it back.”

“I’m not stupid, I know that much Uh-vatar,” he practically snatched the plate from her hand.

“Don’t be huffy with me just because you got yourself all upset looking out that damn window!”

His gaze went back to the glass; water droplets running races down a track. The rain was falling fast and hard now, after hours of soft drizzle. His eyes left their bright blue shading in the past and mirrored the grey of the clouds. Something was calling for him; a call he couldn’t answer.

“Don’t upset yourself anymore,” Korra sighed and kissed him on the forehead.

Not everything was so terrible. There was always Korra.

eunoia--euvoia-deactivated20120 asked: Tahorra-Chi blocking

His hands moved much quicker than before.

“You better move Uh-vatar, because I think I’m about to win,” his arm struck and almost hit.

“Don’t get cocky,” Korra jumped back out of the way. This was a regular thing now for them. Ever since Tahno’s bending was gone, they’d gather in the gym and practice. At first, it was really the only thing keeping him from suicide. It felt like he wasn’t all that useless. It still hurt; it hurt a lot. The sound of falling rain or flowing water teased his eardrums and he found himself curled up to avoid the endless pitter patter.

But this gave him purpose; gave him drive for something new.

His hand hit out again and this time it struck Korra’s arm. Her left side fell and she was left with one arm still working.

“Careful Uh-vatar, you’re down one,” he smirked. Chi-blocking – though technically a banned art thanks to Tarrlock – was surprisingly useful.

“I’m not down yet,” a burst of fire flew from her right hand as she thrust forward. Same old Korra; all offense and no defence. Tahno curved around it and in a flurry of movements that remaining arm flopped to her side; useless.

“Now are you ready to admit defeat?” he somersaulted backwards. He was getting better by the day.

“You wish, pretty boy,” again a flash of flame exploded from her right leg, but it was poorly aimed with the dead weight of her arms throwing her off balance. The cascade of fire missed by a mile and Tahno once again slipped under her poorly held defences to render the leg useless. Korra flopped to the floor with a thud.

“You could have caught me before I fell. That actually hurt,” she huffed.

“No mercy for the enemy,” Tahno smirked.

Anonymous asked: Tahnorra prompt: Tahno introduces Korra to the family. Alternatively, Korra introduces Tahno to the family. Whichever you would prefer.

“Mom, Dad. This is Tahno,” Korra smiled.

Tahno didn’t really do ‘meeting the parents’. Hell, a girl was lucky if he didn’t kick her out the bed the next morning; let alone having that oh-so-special conversation about dinner with the folks.

“Hello,” he tried to retain some of his gentlemanly charm but he could feel the gaze of Korra’s father bearing down on him. Tonraq was a tall man to say the least, and he was built like a house.

“It’s lovely to meet you,” at least Senna was a pleasant face.  Still, it was a daunting task no matter how welcoming the mother was. Tonraq was still eyeing him and he could feel all sorts of questions hiding just beyond that tempered scowl.

“So boy, have you had many girlfriends in the past?”

“No sir.” Blatant lie.

“And, I assume you hunt. You’re a water tribe boy after all?”

“Yes sir.” Wrong. He was a swamp boy. A swamp boy turned city boy who wouldn’t be caught dead sweating for a scrap of meat on a stick.

“And you have a good reputation in the city?”

“Yes sir. A brilliant one sir.” Wrong, wrong and wrong again. Unless being a washed-up cheater miraculously saved by the good will of the Uh-vatar was respectable.

“Great. Tell me all about your life in the city.”

It was going to be a long night. 

Anonymous asked: Tahnorra prompt: Mako recalls the events that led up to Korra dumping him and going for Tahno and wonders what makes Tahno a better boyfriend, lover, and now fiance.

He tapped his fingers against the hard wood of the table.

It had been five years. Five years to the day that things had gone to hell.

A hand on the door. Big blue eyes staring at him from across the kitchen table.

“I can’t with you anymore, I just can’t.” That ended it. Not that it was anything magnificent; unless you counted the spectacular fireworks display that was the break up. All the usual excuses.

“You’re controlling.”

“You’re too aggressive.”

“I’m the Avatar; I can do what I want.”

And then the icing on the cake was him. Of all the people she could of run too, of all the grey-murky faces that lived in Republic City; he’d have preferred it if she’d have just cheated on him with Bolin. Anyone but him.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the fire ferrets sad excuse for a captain.”

That voice haunted his nightmares. What made Tahno a better boyfriend, lover and now fiancé? He thought of that last word and almost spat. It made him sick to think about it. How they always seemed to be enamoured with one another. The way Korra couldn’t stop laughing at the inside jokes and the way Tahno kissed her ear when she wasn’t paying attention.

He tapped his fingers against the hard wood of the table.

It was going to be a long year.