#te atlas

[theclassycandy]

BONUS:

IMPORTANT NOTE - THE BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK IN IMAGE EIGHT IS NOT MINE. ALL CREDITS OF THE ART GO TO @888vampires ON INSTAGRAM

A/N: Hey guys I’m back on my elementalists brainrot!! So I know that there’s some difference in my headcanons again - like that my mc (Anna) makes art and posts it on social media as a hobby and that she’s a double major (idk what subjects yet). And Atlas grew up in a Slavic country (I’m thinking the Czech Republic) but making little stories about them is part of my livelihood now! Yes, these are purposefully set in 2020 (no covid in this au ofc) because I wanted this thread in particular to be set when they just started their junior year. These were really fun to make! I know that I have a horrendous track record when it comes to making a series so I’m probably won’t make a twitter AU one but I might do more! Please tell me if you enjoyed this and would like to see more! Reblogs and like really help out and comments make my day! 

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Mer vs Shroom

Never mess with master wizard of house Telvanni and their Mushroom Tower, ever.

fit my friend, @the-sunlit-earth's adorable Breton OC Brenna <3

[unpersoniverse]

the last airbender(s)

I figure two aangs is book 1 & 2 zuko's worst nightmare lol

[caliblorn]

redirects my current atla brainrot back to TES

[kikibellpink]

Dibujos de los ángeles de Ozai ( ＾ω＾ )

[storyofmychoices]

Alternative outfits for Atlas to where to the party

[lostworldss]

The plot of what would have been The Elementalists book 3

DEVASTATING?!?!??!,!?!??

SHOULD YOU EVER NEED IT?!?!?!?!?!?!? NEED IT FOR WHAT?!?!?

[jacobelgordi]

creo que te das cuenta en atla cuando estas muy metida en los ships cuando tiran que la relación de katara y zuko es central y la mas importante en toda la serie porque ni siquiera la relación de katara y aang (que es significativa porque son dos sobrevivientes de un genocidio y un intento de otro) es eso. la relación mas importante de toda la serie es la de aang y zuko al punto de que estoy segurisima de que si tenian la misma edad las gordas fujoshi hasta hoy en dia iban a vivir forradas en guita de la cantidad de arte y cosas que habrían vendido de ese ship. sin aang zuko no llega a nada si arco es dependiente de la existencia del enano pelado tanto como la influencia de iroh esasi

[azulas-defense-lawyer]

i think this has been said before, but zuko did not betray katara in "the crossroads of destiny". they were imprisoned together. they had a moment of understanding between them. but they were never on the same side. zuko never said he would fight against the fire nation in this exchange.

katara, in book 3, is mostly mad not about this "betrayal", but that the guy who chased her and her friends around for almost a year, tried to kill them, threatened her grandmother, who she admitted she saw as the face of the fire nation oppressing her, not only wasn't pure evil, but that he too lost his mother, had lost things to the fire nation’s never ending toxicity, and yet still decided to serve the nation and oppress her and the world's hope. this was not a betrayal of her, but merely a scene where she got more insight to his character. and the insight was that yes, zuko had a hard life, yet he still decided to be an asshole (understatement of the century btw) and support the fire nation’s imperialism. she is not mad about this "betrayal" so much as she is angry about all the shit he's done to her and his friends, hard life be damned.

of course, later zuko proves that he has changed to her.

[shitty-miraak]

Miraak, in full armour, coming out of a dragon egg, because he is a dragon born. (Do dragons lay eggs in the ES series? No. Do I care? Also no.)

Miraak Goes To See A Play About Himself

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Vilkas: Bro, c'mon! It's your soul we're talking about!

Farkas: But, but-

Werewolf boyfriend

[anebulouspurpose]

Gaia's Blessing

[choicesbookclub]

[The Elementalist Book Club]

[greengirlfight]

💚Green Girl Fight!💚

Round 2 Part 4

Toph Beifong (Avatar The Last Airbender) VS Te Fiti (Moana)

[sunnyshiftyy]

I left dumbass open because there was too much competition for that spot. I said what i said!

Tags: @theclassycandy

[storyofmychoices]

Yoga & Pancakes

[Beckett Harrington x Emma Carlyle Masterlist] 

Pairing: Beckett Harrington x Emma Carlyle (F!MC)

Other Characters: Shreya Mistry, Atlas Ernhardt

Book: The Elementalists

Word Count: ~900

Rating/Warnings: teen, suggestive language

Submitting to: @choicesmonthlychallenge ; @choicesficwriterscreations

Synopsis: Emma, Shreya, and Atlas run into Beckett at breakfast and Emma discovers a new Attuned food.

"Let me guess—" Emma began, quieting Shreya's excited tone. "Some famous Attuned chef I've never heard of but who probably catered an event for you has prepared some incredibly magical treat for breakfast?"

Shreya pressed her hands to her hips, her smile falling slightly. "You make it sound so utterly dull." 

Emma opened her mouth to apologize, but Shreya continued. 

"You've been spending far too much time with Atlas. We've got to get you back to society."

"It's not me." Atlas shrugged. "Don't worry, Emma's still the sunshine of our group. She's just a little cranky this morning... she didn't get much sleep." 

"Is everything alright?" Shreya looked over her friend, beginning to think of healing spells. 

"I'm fine," Emma insisted, brushing off Shreya's worry, shooting her twin a quick don't you dare glance. She looped her arm with Shreya's pulling her forward.  "Now, let's go see what is so special about breakfast today. You were telling me about the chef and his specialties?"

"I wasn't but now that you asked—" Shreya began rambling off facts about the chef and private events she had catered. 

Emma smiled and nodded along, trying to keep her eyes open when she was desperate for a nap. Not looking where she was walking, she bumped into a tall student in line in front of her. "I'm sorry—" she began, recognizing his dark blue blazer before he even turned back.

"Emma?" Beckett couldn't help the smile spreading across his blushing freckled cheeks. "I did not think I would find you here. I thought you were  sleeping in."  

"Oh, yeah," Emma's cheeks warmed as her gaze shifted to Atlas for some help, but she merely found her twin smiling in amusement, watching their awkward encounter. 

"Why would you be sleeping in?" Shreya questioned with concern. "Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

"Oh, I think she's feeling just fine," Atlas smirked. "Just a little worn out from some early morning—or was it a late night—'yoga'." She added air quotes to the last word.

The hue across Beckett's face darkened at Atlas's words. 

"And here I thought 'yoga'"—she offered, using air quotes again, "—helped you relax, you seemed quite exhausted but very dreamy—" she mimed gagging, "—when you returned this morning at... what was it... 4:30 am?"

Emma chewed her lower lip. 

"Oh! OH!" Shreya's lips drew into a knowing smile of amusement. "No wonder you're tired. Keeping our girl up all night, Harrington? Impressive! I didn't think you had it in you. I bet you two worked up an appetite."

"I beg your pardon?" He didn't think his face could flush any darker.

"Okayyyy," Emma tried her best to move them along. "Look, we're next. Oooo, pancakes. I love pancakes. Pancakes are so delicious. Did I ever tell you the time when I was six and my parents made me pancakes shaped like a bunny for easter? Oh and they cut up bananas on the pancakes and added chocolate syrup, there's really no end to what you can do with pancakes. Strawberries on pancakes are also delicious. Did you know, pancakes—" 

The trio stared at her, Beckett in relief and Shreya and Atlas with amusement, her rambling words trailing away. 

"Would you like to say pancake one more time?" Atlas teased. "I don't think you've said it enough."

The cafeteria worker handed Emma a tray with 3 large, fluffy, circular pancakes. A look of disappointment fell on her face. "Huh, I expected more. They look just like tuneless pancakes."

"Oh, they're so much better!" Shreya announced gleefully as she guided them to a booth on the side.

"So when do I find out what makes these pancakes magical," Emma questioned. "If I eat them will confetti rain down? Will I make weird noises?"

"Not this time," Shreya replied. "These are no ordinary pancakes. They're shape-shifters. Watch this." She focused on the pancake on the top of her stack, concentrating on a single image in her mind. Slowly, before their eyes, the pancake transformed into the shape of a blossoming orchid. 

"Woah!" Emma marveled. "How?"

"It's a centuries-old recipe passed down. The chef has yet to reveal the secret, but I've been working on wearing her down. She can't say no to a Mistry forever."

Beckett didn't dare contradict her. Usually, he'd love bragging about his superior knowledge—it was rather a simple spell. He had learned it at the age of five— but right now, he didn't want the conversation shifting back to him or Emma. 

Emma focused on her pancake, her gaze momentarily shifting to Beckett, admiring the way the glowing sun kissed his face through the ornate stained glass windows. The pancake transformed into a heart, with a B + E appearing at the center. 

"Bleh—" Atlas choked, before picking up her pancake, which she had turned into a mace, dipping it in syrup, and biting off the end. 

"What are you going to make?" Emma questioned curiously of Beckett.

"I can think of something he could turn it into for her." Shreya wagged her brow, enjoying as the pair blushed. "Thinking about last night, Harrington? Be careful or you never know what might appear."

"Gross," Atlas mumbled through a mouth full of pancakes. "I'm trying to eat. I don't need any graphic "yoga" depictions popping up on the nerd's plate. It's bad enough I've seen them kiss. I can't stab my eyes out with a pancake dagger."

Shreya laughed, holding her hands up in a peaceful truce. Her mind quickly returned to the shopping trip she had scheduled next, the pancakes on her plate following suit, one turning into a long gown and the other a shopping bag. 

Emma and Beckett breathed easier as the conversation shifted. Laughter bubbled between them as the morning sun shimmered around the space. Despite the teasing, their free hands tangled together beneath the table. 

This is just a silly little idea that popped into my head. It's not edited, so please forgive any mistakes.

My Atlas is demiro.