#sutar

[wilcze-kudly]

Shitty doodle of a photo of the Beifongs + Kuvira and Bolin i did as a birthday gift for myself lol.

I now realise that I put Bolin's wedding ring on the wrong finger lmao.

Coloured version and a few more doodles^

The image of Lin hosing Toph's dusty, muddy ass off before the photo was too good to ignore. I loved designing Opal's outfit, I wanted to make something vaguely resembling the flight suit, but also having certain hallmarks of Zaofu fashion (jewellery)

#beifong brainrot #toph beifong #toph #lin beifong #suyin beifong #baatar #baatar sr #sutar #baatar jr #kuvira #baavira #huan beifong #opal beifong #wei beifong #wing beifong #bolin #weilin #tlok #legend of korra #avatar #the legend of korra #avatar the legend of korra #atlok #lok #beifong #beifong family

[thatonepersonimobsessedwith]

baby sutar✨

a little something i drew today, my comfort ship (i love me some middle aged couple who are just uncomplicated)

can you tell i never drew glasses before that?(or men)

#lok #legend of korra #suyin beifong #baatar sr. #sutar

[wishingforatypewriter]

Once the construction got underway, Suyin started leaving. The first time she disappeared without word, Baatar had entered an acute state of panic, pacing up and down the campsite in the valley and the halls of the Gaoling estate, politely urging the Beifongs to contact the authorities and report her missing. But Su’s grandparents had merely sat on their zitan wood dais, sipping plum wine, wholly unbothered by the question of her whereabouts. 

“Oh, she does that sometimes, dear,” Lady Poppy said with a sympathetic smile. “She’ll be back when she’s ready.” 

“Like an alley cat when it runs out of food,” Lord Lao grumbled. 

As he continued with his designs of the city proper, Baatar kept one eye on the horizon, waiting for her the way crops await the rain.  

When she returned in her little green jeep more than a week later, there was a massive convoy of platinum following behind her. She walked up to the building site, smiling like a victorious general fresh from battle, and threw her arms around him. 

“Missed me?” she purred into his ear, and Baatar’s collar felt suddenly tight around his neck. 

“Um, Su, w-where did you get all this platinum?” 

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.” 

#sutar #suyin beifong #baatar sr #legend of korra #lok #tlok #not me finally finishing my sutar origin story!

[nyamadermont]

*boquet of roses*

Pasta, for you, the story I'm just waiting for the right time to post. But that is going to be a while longer, so you get a longer quote:

He snorted to himself as he opened his pouch of brushes and pencils. Did he really need a reason? They looked nice. And he had enjoyed the ten pages of drawings it took to work through the machinery required to close it every night and open it every morning.  The hand on his shoulder gave him a fright.  The voice, though… “How intriguing. Would you tell me about your drawings?” As startled as he was, when he looked up into her piercing green eyes, he just knew his life had changed forever.

#sutar #suyin beifong #baatar #nyama's answered asks

[kyabeifongx]

🎶it’s that time of year when I get back on my bullshit to escape the seasonal depression, howdy y’all 🎶

#suyin beifong #su beifong #sutar #modern au #baatar sr

[suviratrashblog]

College au Baatar Sr. texting Su after getting his semester evaluations and asking her what a dilf is

#Sutar #I'm feral about them and Kuvira rn

[melonbandit]

this is how i think sutar (suyin and bataar) would get engaged in a modern AU

#suyin #bataar #toph #sutar #toph beifong #lin #atla #lok #beifongs #the gaang #incorrect atla

[geekgirles]

Can you tell I've been obsessively watching this on repeat for the last few hours? Can you tell how little I care and how I'm gonna keep doing it until it's burned onto my brain?

Credits to @ultima on YouTube

I decided to re-upload it as a video, instead of a link.

#wakfu #wakfu spoilers #wakfu season 4 #wakfu season 4 spoilers #consécration #dedication #yugo the eliatrope #amalia sheran sharm #yumalia #adamaï #alibert #ruel stroud #kama-sutar #chibi #wakfu grougaloragran #tristepin de percedal #evangelyne #Élely #pin #flopin #madagaskan #goultard #chleophée #master joris #joris jurgen #kerubim crepin #atcham #dathura #sadida #eliatrope

[hoperays-song]

Jia Information!!!

Ok, so I recently realised I never posted anything about Jia, my OC version of Johnny's mum, and considering how important of a character she is in legit nearly all of my works, I obviously had to remedy that.

So here we go, some info on the one and only Jia Taylor!

(Picrew, Info, and Backstory actually lol)

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------Picrew------

------Info------

Legal Name: Jia Saanvi Taylor ‘nee Sutar

Common Name: Jia Taylor

Nicknames: Ji

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 34 (at death)

Birthday: February 13, 1975

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Gender Identity: Cisgender

Height: 5'7"

Ethnicity: Indian

Languages Spoken: Hindi, English

Diagnosis: Depression, PTSD

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Golden Brown

Scars/Tattoos/Piercings/Markings: Two piercings each ear

Family Members: Bio father (Aarav), Bio Mom (Reeva), Bio older sister (Jahnavi), Bio younger brother (Jahnu), and Bio Child (Johnny)

Habits/Stims: Tapping fingers like playing a piano, humming songs at random

Romantic Partners: Marcus Taylor (husband)

Notes:

worked as a pianist and a music teacher

died due to complications with her Limb Girdle Muscular Dystrophy, just like both her siblings

moved to England when she was 12 years old

was a devout Hindu and a vegetarian

loved cooking since her father was a chef, and taught all the recipes to her husband before she passed

her final words were telling her six year old son she loved him

------Backstory: TW: Death, Chronic Disorders------

Born in Madurai, India as Jia Saanvi Sutar, Jia was the technical second child to her parents. However, her older sister had passed away suddenly as a baby and it was hardly ever talked about in her household. She was quickly flagged and tested positive for Limb-Girdle Muscular Dystrophy and began using a cane as a child. Other than that though, early childhood for Jia was largely uneventful.

When she was around seven, she started playing piano and it became very obvious she was a prodigy. She was sent to a private music school so she could hone her skills. The next year was a mixed bag however as she lost her mother and her baby brother was born. Jahnu, her brother, quickly turned into one of the two center points for Jia's world, music being the other, essentially become coping mechanisms when her mother passed away due to complications with his birth.

But again, her life settled into a pretty mundane but steady rhythm for four years, only focusing on her studies and her family. When a job came up for her dad in London, she encouraged him to accept it, leading to the family moving. They all did well with the move and there were little problems on their end of things, the children even planning to get dual-citizenship when they got older.

Jia seemed to thrive in her new school and started playing gigs not long after the move. She was offered scholarships while still in school and it was pretty obvious that she had a good career ahead of her in the music industry. On the side, Jia became vocal in lots of local movements for equality and justice, even leading them at times. Her family were extremely proud of this and even helped her prepare for them, her brother making signs, and her dad packing food to hand out. Within two years, things were definitely looking up.

However, Jahnu also tested positive for Limb-Girdle Muscular Dystrophy soon after, with his progressing scarily faster than his sister. he had to be hospitalized at eight, Jia and her dad moving across town so they could stay near his bedside. And while that was a harsh adjustment period, life continued as usual for the trio for a few years. It was during this chaos that Jia and her family also were finally given dual-citizenship, a small up not to their year.

Jahnu passed away after four years, spending his final moments with his sister and father. Jia was heartbroken, having lost her remaining sibling and the boy she had raised at the same time. Her father Aarav seemed to feel the same, as not long after, he passed away too, seemingly of a broken heart. This left Jia, by that time a music major in university, without any family or support system. This caused her to spiral a bit and throw herself into her work as a coping mechanism, though her mental health took a huge toll.

Somehow, she managed to scrape by for a year and a half on her own before running into a boy two years her senior at a protest she was organizing. After punching his older brother in the face for being an absolute arse to her, the boy apologized for the whole scenario for several hours, even helping her with the event as a way to make it up to her. By the end of the day, she agreed to meet him again the next day in the same spot, and eventually started dating the man, who's name was Marcus.

Jia and Marcus got on like wildfire, and spent nearly all their free time together, both glad they finally had someone that they could rely on to be there for them. She encouraged him to pursue his passion of being a mechanic and he encouraged her to write her own songs for her own album. They spent a lot of time together going to protests and fundraiser events, as well as work and school, with most of their dates just being them doing their daily routines together. Marcus moved in with her around a year into the relationship as well, though that was largely due to his disownment.

Jia graduated a year later with a master's degree in music and quickly began working as a music teacher for young kids and a piano tutor on the side. Money was tight for the couple, even after Marcus found a job as a mechanic. But surprisingly, not counting the usual couple spats, the two barely fought, and ended up getting married after a few years at Jia's temple. And the couple only seemed to keep doing well from there, with both of them very happy about life and looking forward to the future.

Jia ended up having her only child when she was 28 years old, a son she named Johnathan Demarcus Taylor, with nods to her siblings and parents being prevalent in both his English and Hindi names. The one original part of his Hindi name (aka the only bit not after a family member) was Jiyaan, meaning near heart, which was Jia's way of telling her son she would always be with him, despite her condition worsening.

Jia continued her life as usual after her son was born, still a leading figure in a lot of social movements as well as a music teacher. Her LGMD had progressed to the point where she was wheelchair bound but she claimed to her husband that it did not bother her much, and in fact, made bringing Johnny out a bit easier. However, neither of them actually believed it much. She started dealing with a lot more chronic pain than she had before and began working furiously again, feeling like she had to take advantage of every moment she could.

Jia was 33 was when her health really started deteriorating rapidly however. She collapsed at work, leading to her being rushed to the hospital. She was kept there for several days, before being told that with her current progression, she likely wouldn't live much longer. Jia insisted on returning home, saying that if she was going to die, she wouldn't spend her final months just sitting around waiting for it. The doctors were not fans of this but allowed it and released her into family care.

Jia waited a month and a half before taking medical leave for work, and dedicating her time to taking care of Johnny even more, teaching him as much as she could about their shared interest, music, hoping that that piece of her would be able to bring him comfort when she passed. When he was in school, Jia spent all of her time writing music and letters for her family to open in the future when she wouldn't be there, so at least a part of her would be.

Marcus also started taking more and more time off to spend with them. He had learned most of Jia's favourite recipes by heart years ago when cooking began to get hard for her and now the three spent time together teaching them to Johnny as well. Her son was too young to really understand what was going on and serval times tried to make his mum better with bandaids and kisses, something that Jia always played along with, even though it broke her heart to do so.

In September of that year, when Jia was just 34 years old, she collapsed again when Marcus was out of the apartment for only a second, leading 6 year old Johnny to make a desperate phone call to emergency services when she wouldn't wake up. Marcus returned right after and did CPR until the paramedics arrived and took over, taking Jia back to the hospital.

She remained there this time, too weak to move much on her own. Marcus brought Johnny to see her every single day, right after school and Jia made sure to at least pretend that everything was ok when he was there, singing and humming with him like usual, though at that point she knew she wouldn't be returning home.

Jia died mid-October, with Marcus and Johnny beside her. Her final words were telling her son how much she loved him and always would, no matter what. She has a memorial plaque at a cemetery not far from her old temple in London, besides her father's and brother's, which her husband and son visit every opportunity they have.

Jia was a huge impact on her family's lives but also the lives of others as well. She was a leading advocate for disabled, women's, and queer rights, touching the hearts and minds of dozens. She was also well loved by her colleagues, students, neighbors, and fellow temple goers. Jia was commonly described as loving, dedicated, and a spit-fire, never backing down from what she believed in. She also had a sarcastic streak a kilometer wide and a tendency to be a bit of a jokester with close friends and family.

#sing oc #it's my girl!!!!!! #jia my beloved #yes she did straight up punch marcus's brother in the face upon first meeting. she broke his nose. he deserved it tho #she also came up with Johnny's name all on her own. yes marcus had no idea. yes it was a way to tease him due to a pet peeve of his #neither she or johnny has ever let him live this down #jia would be a mountain gorilla as well btw. i just write human au stuff #“johnny's mom was quiet that's why he is” ok but funnier option of she was like marcus and they are both confused on how he's like this #look has jia hit people over the head with her crutches/cane/punched them in the face? yes. its not my fault she can do no wrong #barry and stan are terrified of her btw. theyve only heard stories but are TERRIFIED #oh yeah. johnny's hindi name? jahnu jiyaan aarav sutar #punk marcus will forever live rent free in my head #sing big daddy #just btw #sing #sing 2 #sing johnny #sing marcus

[sea-and-storm]

FFXIV Write 2022 Prompt #13: Confluence

“Master Parikh!” Ghoa called out into the street as she hurried from Dinesh’s shop, hoping to catch the older woman before she disappeared into the throngs of people in the busy Hannish street. “Just a moment, if you would!”

The woman she had her sights set upon came to a standstill, a look of curiosity inlaid with vague annoyance upon her countenance as she looked back to Ghoa. Recognizing her from moments before at the apothecary, her pale green eyes narrowed and she began to turn back to resume her trek.

“Your employer has taken enough of my money already, girl,” she called back to her. “If he’s sent you to pry more from my purse, then it is but a wasted effort. I’ve a ferry to catch and no time to waste on sales pitches.”

“N-no, it’s not–” Ghoa huffed as she struggled through crowd that Sarasvati had already started to weave through, muttering soft apologies to the individuals she bumped into and off of in her hurry. “I’ve got the herb that you wanted!”

For a moment, it seemed like the woman might just keep on walking as if she hadn’t heard her. But seconds later, with the tell-tale rise and lowering of her shoulders in a sigh, she drifted off towards the street’s periphery and motioned the Xaela to approach.

“I thought you were out of stock?” Her tone was unimpressed, suspicious as Ghoa finally cleared the crowd to join her. “That was the whole reason I had to buy an inferior reagent, was it not?”

“We weren’t out of stock. Not by far,” the Mankhad huffed in answer as she caught her breath. “Dinesh insisted that I try to convince you otherwise and sell you that which you purchased. When I protested it, he took the sale upon himself.”

If she had been expecting Sarasvati to look shocked at the revelation, then the cool look of suspicion that followed in its stead would’ve been but a sore disappointment. Her arms crossed over her chest and her chin tilted upwards in defiance.

“And so now you’ve chased me down and delayed my departure for what..? To buy from you those herbs I was just told were not available because you've come offering them so benevolently?” Her eyes narrowed further still, her gaze as sharp and uncomfortable as a well-honed dagger held to the throat. “How do I know that this, too, isn’t one of your unscrupulous employer’s schemes?”

“Because I don’t ask for coin,” Ghoa answered as she began to root around for the reagents in the pocket she had stuffed them within. “Rest assured, once Dinesh sees that they are missing from the shelves, he’ll take the cost from my wages. Not that I expect to see the first coin owed to me after I walked out in.. such an unbecoming fashion.”

“Unbecoming…?” the hyur repeated, curiosity piqued.

“I, ah.. told him that I quit,” she started awkwardly as she finally tugged free the two bottles of herbs and held them out to her, and continued in a quieter voice. “And that he could sweep his own floors. But perhaps it was uttered.. a touch more colorfully.”

Sarasvati studied her for a long moment at the answer and, ever so slowly and so subtly, the corner of her mouth began to pull at the edge into the faintest hint of amusement. She held her hand out in expectant silence then, awaiting the bottles which Ghoa gladly set in her palm.

“Ah, but there is another thing that I thought to grab from the shelves for you, though you did not ask for it. I hope you don’t see it as an overstep, but.. Given that you said you were headed to a remote island village, I thought that it might be pertinent to have more options readily at your disposal.” She plucked out the vial of powder next and placed it, too, in the Hannish woman’s palm. “It seems that this herb is not often used in Hannish practice from what I have seen and read, but it’s used quite commonly in the Far East in tinctures meant to increase the flow of aether.”

The calm, cool mask that Sarasvati seemed to have firmly in place seemed to shift just then, moving from its seemingly default state of mild annoyance and impatience to intrigue. After pocketing the two bottles of the plant she had originally sought, she lifted up the vial the Au Ra had offered to study it closely. But when she spoke, her next questions were not aimed at understanding the contents, but the Xaela herself.

“How did you know what it was that I was treating?” she asked, but this time, there was no suspicion in her voice. “I do not recall telling you, but simply shoving a list into your hands.”

“You didn’t, no,” Ghoa confirmed awkwardly. “But.. I’ve been studying and reading when I haven’t been made to tend the shop, and I recognized the common thread between the list of reagents that you requested. All pointed towards bolstering the flow of a person’s aether. And given that you said you were to see a patient, I made the assumption that the individual you sought to treat was suffering from some sort of aetheric.. blockage or impedance.” She paused, then quickly added. “Of course, it was.. just a hunch. I hope I was not too far off the mark?”

“You were not far from the mark at all, but right atop it,” Sarasvati lowered the vial then, pocketing it, and gave the girl an approving nod. “My patient is a former Radiant Host who was injured in the course of his duty. The beast that took him from battle inflicted a grievous wound upon him that struggles to mend properly even to this day. My diagnosis was that the creature managed to do irreparable harm to one of the body’s central confluences of aether, and so I have been treating him for some time now with potions meant to ease its passage throughout his body for a time.”

Ghoa’s face lit up, both in the surprise that she was so accurate in her guess but also the master alchemist’s words themselves. Given that her brand of potion and poison-making were largely based upon more natural, herbalistic teachings, Thavnairian aetherochemistry was a fascinating new art. To say that she itched to learn all its secrets would be an understatement. She had so many questions, brimming on the tip of her tongue, before she seemed to catch herself. Surely, this thorny-tongued, recluse of a woman would not be keen on answering them.

“...Well! Full glad I am then that the ingredient I provided might bring your patient some relief. But I will not keep you any longer. I know I’ve already delayed your departure long enough,” Ghoa offered a respectful bow. “Besides, I.. suppose I ought start searching for a new means of employment.” She straightened then with a smile that did not quite rise to her eyes, before half-turning back towards the street to exit. “Safe travels, Master Parikh.”

Ghoa had scarcely made it three steps back into the crowd before she heard the voice arise over the din from behind her.

“Join me for my visit,” Sarasvati called to her. “You can tell me more of the properties of this herb you have given me on the ferry ride over, and should I find your assistance suitable in my patient’s treatment, we can discuss terms of an apprenticeship.. if such a thing would interest you.”

Finally things in Thavnair were truly beginning to look up for her.

#ffxivwrite2022 #ghoa mankhad #sarasvati parikh #dinesh sutar #MORE BACKSTORY #this is the follow up to yesterdays miss the boat prompt post #so today's prompt word ended up being just perfect to wrap that up nice and neatly #no more working retail for ghoa

[rabbitcruiser]

Mahatma Gandhi was assassinated by Nathuram Godse on January 30, 1948.    

#Mohandas Gandhi Statue by Ram Sutar #Atlanta #Georgia #summer 2016 #Martin Luther King Jr. National Historic Site #original photography #travel #USA #vacation #free admission #tourist attraction #landmark #Mahatma Gandhi #killed #75th anniversary #history #death #died #sculpture #public art #cityscape

[wilcze-kudly]

Zolt: It's nice to meet the other Beifong fucker

Baatar Sr: please don't say that

#then bolin joins lol #linzolt #sutar #legend of korra #tlok #the legend of korra #avatar #avatar the legend of korra #atlok #baatar sr #lightning bolt zolt #suyin beifong #su beifong #lin beifong

[thatonepersonimobsessedwith]

„Or what, darling?“

She didn’t need to turn her head to know that a smirk has occupied his features along with a twinkle in his slightly glassy eyes. It’s probably better she didn’t look or she might have tossed away her last shred of sanity this instant.

a short oneshot inspired by the prompt list of @korras-christmas 

#lok #legend of korra #suyin beifong #baatar #sutar #i have zero regrets

[wishingforatypewriter]

Fanfic End of Year Roundup 2023

Published words: 113,685

Longest and most popular fic: The Successor (Kuvira & Suyin & Opal)

Shortest fic: Under the Moonlight (Lin/Zolt)

First (complete) fic of the year: Tangerines (Lin/Zolt)

Last (complete) fic of the year: The Weight of Empire (Kuvira/Baatar Jr.)

Fluffiest fic: House of the Flaming Boar (Lin/Zolt, Mako & Bolin)

Steamiest fic: Home for Solstice (Jargala/Viper)

Angstiest fic: Suitcases (Lin/Zolt)

Saddest fic: The Photograph (Asami-centric)

Strangest fic: Wet (Jargala/Viper)

Fic you probably didn't read but should: The Road to Zaofu (Suyin/Baatar Sr.)

Fic I'm the proudest of for no particular reason: Dissonance (Lin/Zolt)

Tagging anyone who wants to participate!

#legend of korra #linzolt #baavira #sutar #jarper #end of year roundup

[dayaramalok]

हनुमान चालीसा पाठ टावर शामगढ़ का मुहूर्त अनुष्ठान by Dr.Dayaram Alok Via Flickr: शामगढ़ नगर में शिव हनुमान मंदिर के पास हनुमान चालीसा का पाठ करने हेतु ७० फीट ऊँचा टावर स्थापित करने के पुनीत अवसर पर नगर की सेलिब्रिटीज को आमंत्रित किया गया था| नगर परिषद् की अध्यक्ष श्रीमती कविता जी यादव की अगुआई में श्री नरेन्द्र जी यादव ने दीपक पुरोहित जी के माध्यम से मुहूर्त अनुष्ठान विधिवत संपन्न करवाया. इस अवसर पर नगर के वरिष्ठ जन श्री नारायण भाई गुजराती और साहित्य मनीषी समाज सेवी डॉ.दयाराम जी आलोक विशिष्ट अतिथि के तौर पर उपस्थित रहे.कार्यक्रम संचालन का दायित्व सुरेश जी चौधरी ने निर्वाह किया .

#narendra yadav dayaram aalok #narayan bhai gujrati deepak purohit mangila sutar #radhesham mahan #dheeraj #sanghvi #flickr

[kyabeifongx]

Thinking about them

#keeping up with the beifongs #modern au #su beifong #suyin beifong #baatar sr #sutar