tisthequenchiest
tisthequenchiest
do it for Aang
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tisthequenchiest · 5 months ago
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I had no idea these two arts were official 😭
Ocean and Moon, Tui and La ❤
Drawn by Bryan Konietzko (co-creator of Avatar!)
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tisthequenchiest · 5 months ago
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Azula started it
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tisthequenchiest · 5 months ago
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twitter // ko-fi
okay, maybe mom didn't say that last part..
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tisthequenchiest · 5 months ago
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The Gaang's hands (with Team Azula and Yue) + headcanons
This series was inspired by @thyinum's Avatar's Hands series!
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tisthequenchiest · 6 months ago
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+context [ids in alt]
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tisthequenchiest · 6 months ago
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I had a vision in shades of sacrifice.
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tisthequenchiest · 6 months ago
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Do you think prince Zuko slurps noodles really loudly
And his crew never tells him because they don't wanna get yelled at
But then later Toph makes fun of it constantly and he had no idea and he gets all embarrassed
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tisthequenchiest · 6 months ago
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tisthequenchiest · 6 months ago
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Role swap au where Zuko was the Avatar who got frozen for a hundred years, so when he’s rescued from the ice instead of a goofy twelve year old Katara catches this mysterious teenager with long hair and a cool scar and a fucking DRAGON
Katara: BOY???? HOT BOY?????? HOT TEENAGE BOY?????????
Zuko: *speaks*
Katara: nevermind I hate him
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tisthequenchiest · 6 months ago
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My contribution to the “what happened to Kuzon?” question, I guess. No canon, just me making myself cry. Kuzon was old. He knew that, and with every move he made his body reminded him. Still, he was crouching over to clean the dust from a statue. The monk that it resembled had his eyes closed and seemed to be mediating, blissfully unaware off the world around him. Kuzon sighed. What would he give to just trade spots with him. Once more, he was not sure if he was supposed to find it rather funny or tragic that this small shed, in a small village between somewhere and nowhere, was where his life had led him. His parents had been a merchants. But not the kind of merchant you would meet on the city market and who’d sell you cabbage or fish. The kind of merchant that travelled to Ba Sing Se or Omashu and returned with ancient relicts that they’d sell some fire nation nobleman. Or the other way around, trade spices that would be used to for the spicy pickled kelp severed to earth kingdom royals. And Kuzon had been accompanying them for as long as he could remember, and a lot of it, he had loved. Counting heavy coins while sitting on his father lap, helping his mother chose between different colored pieces of cloth to buy and sell again for more, crossing items from a list before he even could read the words. And of course, he had met two of his best friends on their journeys. Bumi and Aang. And he had believed that that would be how things would stay, and that one day, he would grow up to be a merchant as well. Of course, in his mind he then imagines being the greatest merchant there ever was, who would have dinner with the king of Omashu and make his parents proud. And of course, that dream shattered as childrens dreams do.  One conversation it had taken to tear his world apart. One conversation that he had listend to from the closet in their living room. Kuzon had used to hide when his parents welcomed wealthy clients, as they had never wanted him around then. Today, he still remembered that one trade as if it had been yesterday, not a century ago.
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tisthequenchiest · 8 months ago
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obsessed with sokka’s name kinda popping up everywhere in school books years after atla. like yeah ur learning history about the end of the hundred year war? oh right with the avatars amazing team and some non bender named sokka who probably wasn’t all that important. on to gym class where u learn different fighting styles, did you know btw that the first guy to ever train with the kyoshi warriors was some random guy named sokka? oh well. can’t be late for physics where we learn about the invention of the air balloon and the submarine by … sokka? huh okay I guess, on to politics where we learn about all these important decrees over all the different nations which were first proposed by.. ah man, sokka? again? anyway art class now, here look at these paintings made by sokka
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tisthequenchiest · 9 months ago
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Appa! Trying to get back into digital art.
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tisthequenchiest · 9 months ago
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this deserved its own post
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tisthequenchiest · 9 months ago
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prioritizing his forever girl, this is so precious
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tisthequenchiest · 9 months ago
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This has been in my drafts for a while now. But I honestly felt like now was the right time to post it.
I honestly feel like the fandom as a whole needs to rewatch this episode (including me.). Because this is one aspect of Katara's character that the fandom as a whole forgets about more often than not.
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tisthequenchiest · 9 months ago
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I forgot wan halfway through so there’s a little photo of him😭😭
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tisthequenchiest · 9 months ago
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Can we talk about zuko being a cocky shit?
Zuko in the blizzard to katara: Here for another rematch? *gets blasted*
Zuko who never learns to azula: What no lighting? Afraid I'll redirect it? *gets blasted*
cocky baby
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