honestly korrasami means a lot to me because they're just. they're bi. they like women. they like men. neither is treated as wrong or bad (in the show). they're just. bi and happy together woc and that means a lot to me
So my local convention is making a Last Airbender trivia night on live camera.
iiiiiits the atla one!! pretend like suki is taking the picture bc I was too lazy to draw her
Please watch it 💀
A sketch i made of Azula while drunk, bitte schön🦉
a while ago @yikes-strikes-again told me to draw aang saying poggers, so here he is. for all of your pog needs
he’s transparent too, in case you want to make him a discord emoji or something
please don’t repost my art, rbs >>> likes!
no one in the gaang is cis.
katara: you know, sokka gives toph flowers every day. i wish you’d do that too
*the next day*
azula: *gives toph flowers*
azula: i don’t know. i am confused as well
Avatar: The Last Airbender (2005) S01E3
Anonymous said to under-sedationnn:
Can you write a zuko x non-bender reader? where she is part of the Gaang and gets captured by Zuko and is kept prisoner for some time and at first Zuko is really mean but slowly starts to fall for her but she manages to escape and they meet again at the western air temple when he joins the gaang? thank you!
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Warning: although they do not appear much in this part of the reading, within the "series" there are mentions of blood, slight violence and emotional manipulation!! if you feel as though that may trigger you in any way then scroll away, i completely understand. it is also important for me to note that the reader within this part is using feminine pronouns since that is what was requested :) thanks and enjoy!
A peaceful morning, the birds chirping, a soft breeze traveling through my tea room. There was a commotion at the entrance of town, and I could see three people tied to the Kyoshi monument out of my short window. The warriors, one of which is my sister, surrounded the three, intimidating them with quick movements and their gleaming, sharp fans.
“I might as well still make my errands, as long as this doesn’t get out of hand,” I whispered to myself, grabbing my empty water pale and pulling on a light robe to brace the breeze.
I had made my usual trip to the river bank to grab fresh water when suddenly, a gust of air erupted out from underneath the young boy in orange.
“The Avatar has arrived at Kyoshi island!” I overheard. My neighbors and friends rushed quickly to the entrance of the city, some foaming at the mouth quite literally.
As the Avatar and his companions walked in, young girls began swooning over the young munk. The tall boy in the blue, different from my own blue robes, soaked up the glory while a similar-looking girl looked around the island with amazement.
Before I knew what I had done, my feet had carried me through the crowd and I found myself standing in front of the Avatar. He did not seem as though he noticed me, however, and was certainly not as intimidating or old as I expected him to be.
Just then, an excited child had jumped to the front of the crowd as well, knocking into me and causing me to drop my pale of water.
“Oops, I’m sorry miss!” the child pleaded, tears forming in his eyes. His mother grabbed his arm and led him to the back of the crowd before I could answer, and I noticed that the Avatar suddenly had taken notice of my presence.
“Hello, are you okay? Do you need some help?” He asked, obviously hoping that I would say yes. His eyes were kind, youthful, honest.
“Yes, I’m fine, really. I just spilled my water, is all.” I offered him and his counterparts warm smiles, to which the siblings hesitantly returned. “It was very nice to meet you all, but I must be going now. However, feel free to come to my tea room if you would like a rest. Please, allow me to give you a warmer welcome than the one you were offered.”
The tall boy stepped to the front, “Will there be food?” he asked.
He stuck out his hand, waiting for me to shake it in return. I took his hand in mine and gave it a firm squeeze, not quite understanding the gesture.
Knock knock knock.
I straightened out my linen shirt and unruffled my pants, both a bright shade of cerulean with woven deep navy accents around the collar, wrists, and ankles. Deep breath, open the door, smile.
“Welcome to Kyoshi Island, Avatar.” I greeted him with a bow, along with his two counterparts. “We are so blessed to have to visit our small town. Please, come sit.”
I gestured them into a small seating area filled with cushions. The air was hot from the open windows and the room smelled of incense and herbs. Sounds of scuffling from the training area could be heard through the wall, only mildly drowned out by the windchimes outside.
“Wow, thanks!” Aang exclaimed, looking around the small room with giddiness.
“Yes, thank you,” said the girl, elbowing her brother in the ribs to do the same.
“Right, thanks.” He reluctantly plopped onto one of the large cushions, and the others followed suit. “By the way, my name is Sokka and this is my sister Katara.”
“It is very nice to meet you, Katara, Sokka. My name is Y/n.” I bowed to them, receiving small nods in return. “Oh, where are my manners? What type of tea would you all like? Jasmine? Mint? Green?”
“Green would be fantastic, thank you!” said Aang.
I made my way over to the small stove located in the corner of the room, only to find that there was no water in my bason to boil. “Oh, I’m sorry, I must have forgotten to fill my bale again! One moment, I just need to walk down to the bank.”
“May I help?” asked Katara. She swirled her hands and lifted her arms up, my bale suddenly being filled by the river outside. The water came through the window like a smooth breeze, the gracefulness of her actions carrying through the liquid, itself.
“Oh wow, you’re a waterbender! We don’t see many benders around here.” I said. “I guess I should have known by the color of your robes, huh?”
They laughed, and I busied myself with the tea.
“Y/n, are you an earth bender? Also, you mentioned there would be food… ?” Sokka asked, seemingly hoping that I would say yes to the ladder. He was relieved.
“No, definitely not,” I chuckled, dropping the tea leaves into the pot and pouring the now hot water over them to steep, “but I did prepare some soup and rice, if that’s alright. It’s all I had available.” I turned around and came to sit with them, now forming a four cornered circle, laying the food out on platters and presenting a tea cup to each member.
“Well, would you happen to know anybody around here who is an earthbender?” asked Aang.
“Sorry, the closest we have to benders in terms of combat are the Kyoshi warriors and they’re not benders, either. I can have you talk to my sister about some training, though!”
Sokka’s face dropped. He could see the resemblance, suddenly. “Your sister,” he started.
“She wouldn’t happen to have short brown hair, dazzling blue eyes and a really strong grip, would she?” It was almost as if he didn’t want for me to answer. Aang and Katara were giggling silently next to him.
“I see you met Suki.”
That was our first interaction, and I quickly became both a tour guide and a helping hand during their visit. However, our friendship formed quickly, and I spent many hours sitting with Katara in the tea room chatting about all of their experiences with Aang.
“You could join us, you know,” she offered, “you would be a great addition and I would love to have another girl on the team. Being around Aang and Sokka without a break gives me hives.”
I laughed along with her, considered her offer, but ultimately declined. “I don’t know, I’m not sure if I would even be much help, to be completely honest.”
Her face fell slightly, but she kept a calm demeanor. “Well, just let me know if you have a change of heart.”
Days later, the Fire Nation attacked Kyoshi island. I had no combat skills, I hadn’t grown up training like Suki, and I wasn’t a bender. I couldn’t fight. However, I found many of the town’s residents and kept them safe in the tea room.
Neighbors and friends ran into my cramped residence, ash and cinder covering their faces. I made a mental note to create a salve for their burns.
“Quickly, children, climb into the cabinets along the floor! Mothers go with them, I need others to help me barricade the windows and doors.”
After blocking all of the openings, I peeked out of a crack in one of the barricades to keep watch. I saw a young man, probably no older than I was, with a large scar on his face and an expression of pure hatred. He was from the Fire Nation, that much was clear. He stood on the stoop of the tea room, talking with a soldier and yelling orders.
“Everybody be quiet,” I hissed to the room.
Upon turning back, I noticed that he had come up the small step and was standing directly in front of the door. From where I looked outside, I could only see his chest and neck. He pounded on the door, hard. “Open up! I am looking for the Avatar!”
The children whimpered, their voices seeping through the bamboo cabinets along the walls. We all breathed shallow breaths, the air thick with flame and smoke. He pounded on the door again.
“I know someone is in there, now open up! If you don’t, I can have the building up in flames in seconds.” He meant it, there was no sense of hesitation in his voice.
I stood up, my knees attempting to give in with every passing second. I looked at the others, “Stay silent and hidden, do not move.”
I pulled away the wood barrier on one of the windows, leaving small holes where nails had been placed within the walls. Without leaving the room, I came face to face with him.
“I am looking for the Avatar.”
“He’s not here, my apologies.” I replied, hoping that my voice did not tremor as much as it seemed to.
He scanned my face, looking for traces of dishonesty. “I know he’s in Kyoshi, do not lie to me.”
“I am not lying to you,” I leaned forward, my head coming slightly out of the fractured window frame, “he is not in here.”
He stepped toward the window, taking my chin within his fingers. He lifted my chin up to his face, and I could feel his breath as he spoke. “Well, if you do see him,” his grip on my face tightened, “you be sure to let me know, Miss…?”
“L/n. Y/n L/n.”
“L/n.” He spoke my name as though it left a bad taste in my mouth. Grimacing at me, he lifted his grip of my chin and stalked off of the property, down the street, toward the entrance.
Who are you?
His lack of empathy, his rage, this is what the Avatar is up against? I found myself debating Katara’s offer once more, the chance of traveling with the Avatar and restoring peace sounding more and more attractive every second.
Without a second thought, I grabbed a small satchel, stuffed my clothes into it, and climbed through the window of the shop. I found my sister almost immediately.
“Suki! Suki! I’m leaving.”
“You’re what? Y/n no! You can’t leave!” She grabbed my shoulders tightly, digging her nails into my skin slightly. A silent protest against letting go.
“I have to!” I gripped my bag ever tighter, and ran off toward Appa.
“Y/n, please!” she screamed, but her pleiades were silent against the roaring flames of the village.
As I ran through the small streets, the statue of Avatar Kyoshi went up in the flames, the heritage of my home destroyed within seconds. I put my arm around my face to keep the smoke out of my lungs, and frantically looked around for Appa.
“Katara, Avatar Aang, Sokka, please wait! I want to come with you!” I yelled, hoping that they could hear me over the commotion.
“Climb on!” said Aang, and we were off within a second.
When we flew over the village, Katara comforted Aang. “You did the right thing, Aang. Zuko would have destroyed the whole place had we stayed.”
“Zuko? The boy with the scar?”
“Yeah,” grimaced Sokka, “he’s the Fire Lord’s son.”
To be continued.
Sometimes I think about how in this scene, Zuko yells: “You always threw everything you could at me, but now, I can give it back!”
But he doesn’t get the chance to do that, because no lightning strikes him. Ultimately, Zuko does not redirect his hurt back at the world.
But here, he does redirect lightning. Not back at the world, but at his abusive father.
A major part of Zuko’s redemption was understanding that he wasn’t just unlucky, that the world didn’t hate him. He realized the source of his pain was Ozai, and that was where he chose to “give back” the pain he experienced. And I think that’s beautiful.
It wasn’t Zuko’s fault for having bad luck or the world’s fault that he suffered. It was his abuser’s fault. Despite initially resenting the world and blaming himself, Zuko finds the good in the world and his place there.
Anyways, Zuko’s redemption and its message is beautiful and I could talk about it for hours.
If you want to join me in crying my eyes out, read The Long Haul by VellaNikola on AO3. I don’t wanna spoil anything, but it’s about old!Zutara 7 years after the events of LoK, and it’s really fucking sad but also happy???
MIKU BINDER SOKKA. i met god she's a fish
I legit can't wait for avatar studios and all I want is animated adult zuko
specifically I want a scene where he's animated like this
I just want intimidating Firelord Zuko. and I want him to leave his meeting (interrupted by the Gaang) and instantly relax into Socially Awkward Zuko who is so glad his friends are back bc he’s sick of looking at his crusty advisors!! but he's gotta say he’s happy to see them really clumsily and only after he’s tried to cover up any drop of sincerity behind monotone sarcasm and dry complaints about how much paperwork he’s gonna come back to if he leaves with them (of course he's gonna have an adventure with them)
hey so I made something
it looks a little weird when lit up, but I don’t really care abt that