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the cabbage man embodies sisyphus in his futile quest to peddle his wares even as they get destroyed day after day. zuko embodies sisyphus in his futile quest to capture the avatar even as aang evades him effortlessly day after day. and sokka embodies sisyphus because his life is full of struggle and anguish, most of it self-inflicted.

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“if sokka had been sexist in front of toph she would’ve straight up killed him” if sokka had been sexist in front of toph she would’ve given him a high five and said “right on brother.” she’s way more misogynistic than he is

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Consider: a gay dude and a lesbian who are BEST friends and also dating the same person but not each other because they are a gay dude and a lesbian but their mutual partner has a weird enough gender for it to work

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Having thoughts about how Toph found people at the Earth Rumble who treated her as an equal and respected her for her skill and listened to her. How she became the Blind Bandit there and the first people to ever take her seriously were The Gecko and Fire Nation Man and the others.

And then she joins the Gaang, people who also treat her as an equal and respect her skill and listen to her, and she starts calling them Twinkle Toes and Snoozles and Sugar Queen and Captain Boomerang.

She's giving them stage names. Because gaining her stage name was the most empowering thing that happened to her up to that point. Because stage names are earned. Because the people who were kindest to her in her life (by treating her how she wanted to be treated) were people who went by things like The Boulder.

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lesbians date sokka bcuz he’s a lesbian. zuko turns the girls he dates into lesbians bcuz women hate him

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I'd love the see the notes for Bad Fortune AU, on Tumblr or AO3 or wherever! Even a bulleted outline can be very entertaining 👀

I love your drawings about the AU where Zuko is a fortune teller!! Thank you for making them!! - AnonFisio

SORRY FOR REPLYING TO THIS SO SO LATE i am trying to finally shake off my hiatus a bit… and okay my notes are thee most confusing thing like even i barely understand looking at them now. but i do have a little segment of the first chapter written in that same document so im including that below:] if i reorganize the notes i may post them sometime since i will never ever finish this particular au tbh 😭

The midwives track rain-wet feet into the delivery room. Outside, the clouds are swirling so dark they blend into the night sky, thick and unforgiving, highlighted only in passing with the full moon.

These are not the proper conditions for a royal birth. Funny, how the heavens do not care about that.

(Or, perhaps, they do. Perhaps that is worse.)

It is nearly dawn by the time Ursa cradles her baby. She lies on a pillowed ledge by the round window, overlooking the gardens. Wind and water whip at the just-blooming flowers; scatter the fragile leaves. There is not a hint of thunder in the sky. No lightning cracking through the stars.

Zuko’s skin is cold as rain against hers.

The sun bursts over the horizon line just as Prince Ozai breaks into the room. Ursa holds Zuko tighter to her bare chest and privately wonders what it would be like to have a husband who she would hold her child out to. Who she would trust to cradle him.

Ozai barely glances at the boy before announcing, “The doctor will prepare a solution. The child will die peacefully.”

“No, please,” says Ursa, thinking she rarely says anything else these days.

Ozai considers, “Fine. Out of my mercy, he shall be left upon a cliff face. If the Spirits—“ here he raises a mocking brow, unimpressed as always in his wife’s belief in such things— “see fit, then the boy will be taken in by some other wretched soul.”

Ursa had not wanted the child, had not wanted the husband, had not wanted the marriage. This is a poorly-kept secret. But with Zuko pressed to her now, her heart speeds at the idea of leaving him (a feeling that will reoccur in her life, but thankfully she is no prophet and does not know this.) “What do the Fire Sages say?”

Ozai’s lip curls, “A reading, that’s what you want?” He gestures to the puddles in the grass, the overflowed pond, “Even I could spout that nonsense with omens like these. Clearly, he shall be no bender. He was not even born under the right stars.”

Here lies the center of the problem. Every member of the royal family has been born by the sign of the Dragon—Ursa had learned, upon her arrival at the palace, that the wedding time was very planned. It made her a little sick. Maybe it was this same sickness which had carried through her pregnancy, maybe that is why the child has been born a month too early. Maybe that is why he has been born a Rabbit—a sign of kindness. Of virtue. The same sign, incidentally, as his mother.

An embarrassment to the royal name.

“Let the Sages tell it,” Ursa begs, a choking sensation rising in her throat, “please, my dear. At least—consult the Firelord first.”

It sends a chill down her spine, the way Ozai’s eyes land on her, the gaze somewhere between wrath and disgust. But it unnerves her nowhere near as much as the way he looks at Zuko.

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“You must already know,” is what he says. The words are quiet, gentled by pity. He says them only to her, carefully lowered that her husband looming in the corner might not hear.

Ursa gulps, considering pulling her baby right to her heart and running fast from the Head Sage.

“Get on with it,” Ozai snaps.

The sage’s eyes flick between them, panicked, before he collects himself; before he focuses on Zuko, asleep in his mother’s arms, this child cursed by his very birth. This child born too early and too cold. This child born with clouds over his head; without sun; without spark. Without any great glory. This child whose only piece of luck, it seems, is in being born at all.

“The level of prowess he will reach with bending is… unclear,” he announces, and Ursa’s heart drops to her stomach.

“He’s a bender?” Ozai asks, too calmly.

The sage’s eyes flash, frown deepening, recognizing the awfulness of his own honesty when he replies, “…It is unclear.”

“Roku’s granddaughter,” Ozai scoffs, “the result is just as worthless as his bearer.”

Ursa does not sob. She holds an eruption behind her throat—kept at bay, lock and key. She holds herself inside herself. She holds her heart with hedge cutters.

“But,” the Sage puts in, “he may yet have other talents. I foresee the possibility of a… truly glorious future for him.”

Ozai snorts, “The mightiest non-bender is still a non-bender. It’s a stain upon the royal name.”

“What other talents?” Ursa asks, except it sounds more like begging.

“A special ability,” the Sage answers, “unlike anything the Royal family has seen before. It could be the difference between the Nation’s victory or defeat.”

It is an act of courage, however meek, that the man looks her husband right in the eye when he speaks. That he emphasizes the sentence with care.

Ozai lets out a low, exasperated growl. It is an act of begrudgement that he says, “The boy has six months to spark.”

It is only after the prince and the sage leave that Zuko starts to cry.

“Good job, Zuko,” Ursa mumbles, half-mad and half-asleep, “Good job, darling.”

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In a month’s time, the Fire Sages will lie about the date of Prince Zuko’s birth. In a month’s time, the entire nation will celebrate Ozai’s heir. In a month’s time, no one outside of Caldera will know the truth surrounding the little prince’s birth.

In six month’s time, Ursa will feed her son a spoonful of ground fire-flower. She will hate herself as she brings him coughing ash to her husband, as he hums his approval of his firstborn bender.

In nine month’s time, Azula will be born a dragon. The sunlight will reflect off Ozai’s sharp teeth, and only then will Ursa realize that he did not smile once the day of his son’s birth. Now here he is, bathed in midday light and summer heat, grin closer to a shark’s than a father’s.

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i will only break your pretty things (preview of a jinzula fic)

The bowl has a chip in its edge. This flaw has been smoothed over by time, barely a blip on the grey-grained clay—a nothing, really. Yet it’s staring at Azula. It should have been replaced.

She tries to call the waiter over, reflexively sitting straight up and simply ordering, “You.” It’s only a blink later when she realizes this is ridiculous—her server is long gone, off to another table the second her food was deposited, lost in this sweaty, crowded scene. The restaurant is open-air but it feels like choking. This whole, horrible place does.

Not for the first time tonight, Azula wonders how she ended up here. Her. In the Lower Ring. How out-of-it was she on the trainride? How much of her mind was lost in anger as she marched out of the Jasmine Dragon? She dismisses all of this quickly enough—she was right to leave and she was right to come here. She’s made a sound decision. If not by logic, then by the fact that she made it. It has to be correct.

Still. There’s a chip missing from the bowl in front of her, and she no longer has an appetite for noodles.

“Are you going to finish those?”

The girl from the other table, the table right beside her own, is leaning over completely inappropriately. What kind of animal is she, to butt into a stranger’s space, to ignore a wall just because it’s invisible and made of air and not real at all? Because everyone has walls around them, all the time, obviously. Unless—and this is the worst possibility—the girl’s actions are commonplace for this area. When Father had said the Earth Kingdom was run by peasants, she’d assumed he was exaggerating.

As Azula simply stares at her, the girl’s grin wavers, and she clarifies, “I’m joking. You only just got your food, duh.”

“I’m not going to finish it,” Azula replies belatedly and to the wrong part of the conversation. She should have kept her mouth shut, ignored her with a regal dignity. But now she’s chosen this, and it’s smart, because she ought to attempt fitting in. There are a million reasons why attracting attention would be… inopportune.

“Oh,” The girl’s brows furrow, her eyes darting down to Azula’s perfectly good noodles. (‘Perfectly good’ if you have zero standards, which seems likely for this restaurant.) “Did they bring you the wrong order? You wanna trade?“

She offers a plate filled with thin slices of beef, covered in sauce and scallions.

“No,” Azula answers sharply, but her stomach growls. Amazing, how even her own body is learning to betray her.

The girl’s smile returns, just like that, that easily. Like it’s easy to be care-free, happy. Like you can choose it at a moments notice. (Or pretend at it — Azula thinks of braids and pink and doe eyes, and her guard goes up yet further.)

“Right, uh-huh. We’re trading.”

Not a moment later, the dishes have been swapped. Azula eyes the meat warily, but the smell is, admittedly, not unpleasant. She takes a tentative bite.

“So, what’s your name?” the girl asks, making conversation. Small talk.

On Ember Island, it had been a passing fascination to see how the world would treat her as any other teen. To taste what a life without power was like. Now, she doesn’t have to taste it. It’s been kicked into her teeth like mud; she’s swimming in vulnerability and reliance. And who she is without power, it turns out, is herself.

Which is pretty wretched.

“I’m no one,” says Azula clichely, and then corrects, just for the hell of it, “you can call me Lee.”

Jin laughs, “How mysterious! You know, when it comes to Lee’s, I once went on the strangest date…”

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characters who are so inauthentic. characters who only show what they want other people to see of them. characters who simply must have control over every part of themselves. do you even get it

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seven mimir

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you’re trying to tell me zuko would have good fashion sense in a modern au? no tf he wouldn’t

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mailee to me is all ab these people who have these Super Intense personas that r like the craziest girls of ur middle school years on opposite ends. barbiecore populargirl supersweet mlp-watcher cutsey sugarpink ty lee. gothy neversmiles angsty darkmakeup mai. and then when theyre together and safe and with each other theyre just the most boring lesbian couple ull ever meet. they read each other poetry sometimes. theyre thinking of getting a cat

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ty lee having a thousand pet names for mai from babe to lovely to every term of endearment in the book but mai only ever calling ty lee by her name and when ty lee asks her why she says it’s because she wants ty lee to feel like her own person, because there is only one ty lee to her, and for the longest time ty lee has been called names that aren’t hers so mai will only call her by her given name, the name that always consumes her thoughts

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miyuki loose in the fire nation

what crimes will she commit

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i just wanted to say that i love even now you mark my steps (and you like ‘‘em dead) the katara zuko relationship is so fun and the sokka characterization and just like everything about it is so good i’m anxiously awaiting for the next update, thank u so much for writing it

🥺 thank you so so much this is so kind & this was so nice to wake up to!!!!!! idk when the next chapter will be done cuz as well as the usual factors that make me take forever to write, the pirate show is currently consuming my mind:(….. but i do have a bit of it written!! i’ll put a little tiny section to preview under the cut :]

The Chief was separated from the rest of the men, alone in his own cell. She caught only a glimpse of him, but from the corner of her eye she swore he bore some striking resemblance to his daughter. Or, rather, his daughter bore resemblance to him.

When they got to the office, Azula caught her own reflection across a shining sword hung upon the wall, and ignored how her father’s eyes flashed in place of hers.

“Have that taken down,” she demanded of the agent beside her, “I’m no non-bender. It’s tacky.”

“That’s an original Piandao,” commented Mai.

“Fascinating,” Azula drawled. “Get it out of here.”

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wait no nvm actually- katara is of the strong opinion that the blue spirit is a GIRL because that makes the mystery persona so much cooler and better and wld be so cool wouldn’t it be such an awesome girl thing to do. definitely a girl right?? nobody is more disappointed than her to find out the blue spirit is …zuko :(

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perhaps the only time katara and sokka’s crushes wld overlap would be the blue spirit. but sokka ofc never says he has a crush on the blue spirit and when katara develops her celeb crush on him, he stops—loses it instinctively.

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[video description: an amv focused on katara, her relationship with waterbending, and her growth in waterbending ability throughout the series. it is set to “geyser” by mitski. end description.]

i will be the one you need, the way i can't be without you

a love letter to waterbending || made for @katara-week day 5: last waterbender

extended description under the cut

[extended description: as the song begins to play, katara experiments with waterbending in “the boy in the iceberg.” the song becomes softer, and katara sighs and says to sokka, “it's not magic, it's waterbending. and it's—” katara is cut off by sokka, who says, “yeah, yeah. an ancient art, unique to our culture, blah blah blah.”

the song becomes louder again, and the next clip is from the episode “the waterbending scroll,” and shows katara ecstatic to find a waterbending scroll, while the lyrics “you're the one i want / and i've turned down” play.

the song becomes softer again as a clip from the “the boy in the iceberg” plays, in which katara sadly says to aang, “you're looking at the only waterbender in the whole south pole.” aang responds, “appa and i can personally fly you to the north pole! katara, we're gonna find you a master!” katara responds, “that's— i mean, i don't know. i've never left home before.”

the song becomes louder again as katara practices waterbending moves in “the waterbending scroll,” without much success, and becomes frustrated with herself. the next clip is from the same episode, and shows katara successfully performing the water whip, and being happy and proud of herself for it, while the lyrics “you're the one i got” play.

the next clips are of katara yelling at pakku in “the waterbending master,” and then fighting him, while the lyrics “you're the one i got / so i'll keep turning down the hands / that beckon me to come” her waterbending ability has noticeably improved from before. the song becomes softer and she yells, “you can't knock me down!”

as the chorus, the outro, and the instrumental part after the outro play, there are various clips of katara waterbending. they are, in order:

katara bending aang's iceberg, and her and sokka being pushed away from it on a wave in “the boy in the iceberg”

katara fighting zuko in “the siege of the north, part 1”

katara fighting mai in “return to omashu”

katara splitting the water to give a path for people to walk on, and katara fighting the serpent in “the serpent's pass”

katara fighting the dai li in “the earth king”

katara fighting azula, and katara creating a great wave to reach aang after azula shot him with lightning, in “the crossroads of destiny”

katara creating a great wave to separate the gaang's ship from a fire nation ship in “the awakening”

katara carrying water above her head, to use it to put out a fire in “sokka's master”

katara stomping to stop the water being shot towards her in “the puppetmaster”

katara using waterbending to slice open of a fire nation war baloon in “the day of black sun, part 2: the invasion”

katara stopping the rain in “the southern raiders”

katara trapping herself and azula in ice in “sozin's comet, part 4: avatar aang”

the video goes black for a moment as the music fades out, and then a clip from “the avatar returns” plays. kanna says to katara, “you brought it back to life, my little waterbender,” and hugs katara. the video goes black for another moment, and then ends. end description.]