NO WAYYY YOU DID IT HOLY COW!!!!! THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I IMAGINED THEM WHEN WRITING MY FIC AND STOPPP

guys.....guys i'm writing this and it's gonna come out this week....so excited 🤭

kind of obsessed with disney’s wish even though it wasn’t amazing, and i’m thinking of an au where star was human and fell in love with asha. now that i think about it, it’s the perfect kataang au.

katara’s wish is for the avatar to return, to end the war and bring peace.

her wish is granted quite literally—the boy in the sky is the avatar, and he’s there to assist her in her story of saving the world, including her world/home, the southern water tribe.

do you see the vision?

i've never ever heard someone use the term "girlfailure" and it's SENDING me

zuko is bad at war, logistics, and firebending and is a girlboss at everything else. azula is good at war, logistics, and firebending and is a girlfailure at everything else

from left to right going down, we've got the most powerful 12 year old that anyone has ever seen, an untrained warrior with the confidence of an entire legion of grown-up soldiers, a trained warrior with the actual strength of an entire legion of grown-up soldiers, an absolutely crazy power-hungry daddy's girl, the embodiment of golden retriever gf that could kill you (ty lee) and black cat gf that will kill you (mai), the emo teenager everyone wanted to be in middle school, the femme version of a booktok boyfriend who invented feminism & waterbending, and the cutest girl that can also knock you out in three seconds flat.

the kids that make up the cast of avatar really are just the best examples of character writing ever. no-one will ever do it better than them 😌

Featuring Aang, Sokka, Toph(top), Azula, Ty Lee, Mai (middle), Zuko, Katara and Suki as children (bottom)

sokka would make a great tv talent show host with how constantly unimpressed he is

My favorite brand of avatar screenshots

just found out my dad listened to a podcast on fanfiction so he can better understand one of my interests i’m going to cry 🥹🥺🫶

sooo.... anyone else ever wondered how different ATLA would have been if aang had been frozen at age 16 instead of age 12?

yeah... me too 😌 my multichap kataang fanfic "the teenager in the iceberg" follows the events of the show, but with only aang aged up, while everyone else remains their canon age.

to put it clearly, katara falls first, and aang falls harder 🤭 (and they both get a lil jealous hehe)

enjoy the excerpts from chapter 6!!! (the jet episode!!)

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“We’ve got a big plan to score big against the Fire Nation.” Jet kept his face straight ahead, his hooks swinging, and Katara could see the bit of wheat he still held between his teeth over his shoulder. 

“Sounds…big.” Aang said the words somewhat sarcastically, earning a choked giggle from Katara, but Jet didn’t quite seem to catch the nuance of it all.

“Oh, it will be.” He hacked aside a final overhanging branch. “Here we are.”

“...A bunch of holes in the ground?” Aang shifted his weight and raised an eyebrow, only to immediately drop to a defensive position when Katara swatted him, hard, on the arm and gave him a glare. He raised his hands in a “don’t shoot” position, and schooled his features into neutrality by the time Jet turned around. 

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Aang paused his movements at this, letting the water he was bending drop to his feet, coursing through cracks in the rock floor beneath them. “Katara. You can’t genuinely believe that. Sokka is an idiot, but he’s not dumb.”

Katara raised an eyebrow. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“That Sokka can be goofy, sure, but I trust him and his perception, 100%. He doesn’t miss things. If anything, he sees and notices things most people don’t. If he doesn’t trust Jet….” Aang sighed, resuming his bending forms. “I just feel like you’re getting too close to him. Jet, I mean.”

“And what would the problem be with that?” Katara could hear her voice rising, her temper flaring.

“He’s a bad guy, Katara.”

“You don’t know that!”

“He hurt you!” Katara shut her mouth at the raw emotion in Aang’s voice. He was breathing heavily now, his fists clenching as wind whipped around them. He bit his lip, took in some deep breaths. “He hurt you,” he repeated, this time more gently. “I didn’t protect you quickly enough.”

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Tonight was different. She still couldn’t sleep, that much was the same, but as she rose to drill her forms by the river, she felt a hand clamp around her forearm. She almost screamed, but when she whirled around to face her would-be attacker, she exhaled in a whoosh, relieved that it was only Aang.

“My bad,” he whispered, cringing at his choice to grab her arm without warning. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” 

Katara dropped back down onto her sleeping bag, neatly crossing her legs. Aang did his best to ignore that she was only in her wrappings now, that the moonlight was sparkling on her bare skin, like a spirit in a painting of old. “I was just…wanting some air.”

“C’mon, Katara, don’t even try. You’re an awful liar.” He flashed a grin, and in the dark, the starlight set his teeth aglow. “I know you’ve been bending at night.”

Katara blanched at this. “How?”

“Light sleeper?” Aang shrugged. “Plus, you’re not great at sneaking out, either. You’ve stepped on me pretty much every time you’ve gotten up to practise.”

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“I, um…” Aang trailed off, and even in the dark, she could tell he was trying to hide a blush, could tell he was embarrassed. “I got you something.” He quickly backtracked, his voice somewhat frantic. “If you want. You might not. Want it, that is. And you don’t have to, and I’m not sure if it’ll even-”

“Aang.” Katara caught his hands in hers, looking into his eyes earnestly. “What is it?”

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♥ the rest of the (ongoing) fic can be found here!! ->

happy reading! <3

little guard dog. grrrr bark bark

can’t believe this week’s invincible episode was basically steven yeun in the booth yelling and arguing with himself for like an hour

do any other fanfic writers ever look back at something they've written and just wanna cry because you want what they have 😭 bcos same 😭😭 this exerpt is from my fic where i take the common zutara trope of zuko saving katara from a loveless relationship with aang and flip it on its head until it becomes kataang hehhee :) also new aang au fic coming soon!!!

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Once she closed it, she turned to leave, but… hesitated. The wind, it seemed, had blown one of Aang’s cupboard doors wide open. But that wasn’t what gave her pause. No, what confused her was the glint of ice blue stone that seemed to shimmer inside. She stepped closer, then, silently apologizing to Aang for definitely invading his privacy, she reached in. 

And drew out what looked like a traditional Southern water tribe proposal necklace. 

For a moment, she was sure that her mind was playing tricks on her, that she was somehow misinterpreting something, but as she turned the necklace over, back and forth in her hands, she knew that this was unmistakably a proposal necklace. One she’d never seen before. The pendant itself, in style, shape, and material, mirrored her mother’s necklace, but the combination of carvings on it was different- two that were water tribe, that in fact matched her mother’s necklace perfectly, and two that looked distinctly air tribe. 

Before she could puzzle it over for much longer, she heard the clearing of someone’s throat and a gentle knock on the doorframe. She whirled around, feeling as though she’d been caught red-handed, only to see that it was Aang. He grinned at her, opening his mouth to ask her what she was doing snooping around his office, only for him to feel the words dry up in his throat when he saw what she was holding. 

She panicked, interpreting his expression as disappointment. “I found it by accident, I swear, I-”

“It’s okay, Katara,” Aang assured her, and he meant it. Maybe it was better that she’d found it this way. Spirits knew that it would’ve taken him much longer to work up the nerve to broach the subject with her.

“Who-who’s it… for?” Katara asked, trying not to make the tremble in her voice too obvious. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to keep it together if he told her that he’d found a lovely water tribe girl who wasn’t her to settle down with.

“She’s beautiful,” Aang smiled softly, shaking his head lightly. “She’s stubborn, opinionated, with a short temper at times, and I love how passionate she is about what she believes in. About helping people. She’s an incredibly talented and exceedingly humble bender, and she’s so, so kind, and, did I already mention how beautiful she is? Because spirits, she is. And I’m so in love with her. I have been since I was twelve.” He took a deep breath, his hands shaking now.

“I’m so, so, so in love with you , Katara.”

Katara suddenly could no longer form sentences.

“Do you want to know when I made that necklace?”

She nodded, staring up at his eyes, her own welling with happy tears. 

“The moment we arrived in the Northern Water tribe, years ago, I found a carver to teach me the significance of the symbols. Later on, I had Toph help me find an earthbender who specialized in teaching the skill required for etching tiny symbols in rock. I’ve carried it with me every day since.”

Katara’s tears were flowing freely now.

“I don’t want to rush you, don’t want to pressure you, and if you don’t want me the way I want you, then just say the word, and I’ll never mention it again, but Katara, I need you to know that I am head over heels for you. I meant what I said in my letters.

I am forever yours, always, if you’ll have me.”

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♥ the rest of the (completed) fic can be found here!! ->

does u guys liking this mean you would read it 🤨 because i am so down to write a lil shrucy fic 🤭🤭🤭🤭

i have been hit with the sudden powerful urge to write a lucy x schroeder fic where she's studying to get into med school for psychiatry

and its like a she falls first he falls harder type scenario where he sees how driven she is when she studies and it reminds him of the way he's driven with piano and its the tipping point for him to fall for her.......... i know starting another wip is a bad idea but the blorbos...they call to me.......❤️