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sabellart · 3 days
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more people need to give lil izumi the attention she deserves
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Avatar: The Last Airbender + Twitter Posts - Part 6
[Zuko][Part 5][Part 4][Part 3][Part 2][Part 1]
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petricorah · 3 days
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a boat scene we missed out on
(inspired by this photo)
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dragonbonez · 2 days
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Studying hard the whole day and then gifting myself a bit of drawing time after midnight is both good and bad for my health.
Anyways, Taang is a superb ship and don't anyone on my dashboard ever forget it.
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unorthodoxx-page · 3 days
A Tale of Spirits final sneak
so this is just a sneak peak, no real thoughts.  I’m going to put it under the cut.  It’s the rough opening to an intense scene, so I’m giving people the option to wait for the chapter.  Like always, it’s rough and subject to change before the final post.
Hint: It includes Donnie.
Sneak Peak (Ty Lee POV) - Note, she’s on the roof of the tank
She hears it again, but this time it’s softer.  Ty Lee hesitates before following the sound on quiet feet.  She’s walking down half the train before she realizes where she’s heading.  Donnie.  Her shoulders drop in relief.  He must be working on something in his room.  Or hitting the wall.  She giggles a little at the thought and stops above his quarters.
She drops into a deep crouch and slides her arm down the side and smiles when her fingers find the edge of a window.  She lays flat against the cold metal, letting her toes sink into a small seam on the roof and swings over until her head appears in the window.  She grins wildly, a joyful shout building, but it dies in her throat.  Donnie sits off to the side of the small room surrounded by wire and dark sections of scales, but that’s not what makes her blood run cold.  It’s the spirit, sitting with his shell cracked open before him.  His hands move methodically through the removed organ before reaching for something sharp.
Ty Lee thinks she’s going to be sick.  
Her eyes immediately flood.  What happened?  Is he hurt?  Why didn’t he say anything?  The spirit reaching away from the window when she sees it.  The flex and bend of something green and patterned on his mutilated back.  Except it’s not mutilated.  Her wet eyes track the curve of the spirits spine and follows its connection to Donnie’s plated front.  A shell?  It’s another shell.  It doesn’t look like the other two spirit’s though.  She remembers the massive spirit with a shell made almost of jagged stone.  Remembers the hard curve of the blue one’s, but Donnie’s doesn’t look like either.  In fact, it seems….malleable.  
Ty Lee squints at the familiar metal shell, forcing herself to look past the horror, but it looks like it always does.  Even the way it lays open reminds her of when it unfolds to display his other limbs and wings.  She looks at this more organic shell on Donnie’s back, trying to put the pieces together, and pauses on the spirits shoulders.  They’re are thick lines of discolored skin on either side of his neck.  Painful blue and black bruises that seem to wrap all the way to his plastron.  The lines are too straight to be organic, almost like he was wearing something heavy.
Like a piece of armor.
She sucks in a soft breath at the implication.  Her eyes jump from the bruises to the metal shell, mind racing, before looking straight into the electric eyes of the spirit.
Note: I’m actually interested if the tension is building correctly.  Let me know how it reads!
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lilyznow · 3 days
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I needed some happy young Zuko
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bernard-the-rabbit · 2 days
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"Azula was born lucky. You were lucky to be born"
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perfectlypanda · 2 days
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AtLA + Onion Headlines 6/? (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
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muffinlance · 18 hours
PEEEEEASE!!! Some Song and zuko shenanigans!!! I just love how you write them <3<3<3
The ostrich-horse comes back weeks after she was stolen. She raises one big foot and scratches at her harness, which clearly hasn’t been tightened properly, because the saddle finishes slipping sideways and dumps the thief himself into the dirt outside her stable. Song is just coming off from a shift at the clinic, so her first thought isn’t That bastard, it’s Dehydration, probable sunstroke, has he had a single meal since he left us, that bastard.
His eyes are closed. His breathing is shallow. She nudges him with a foot, then pats him down. Two swords and a knife get hidden in the shed at the bottom of a grain bin. She draws up two buckets of cool water from the well. One of them goes in the ostrich-horse’s trough. The good girl coos, and drinks greedily. The other one goes over the thief’s head.
He sits up, sputtering.
“Hello, Junior,” she says, and drops the bucket on him, too. 
“What? Where? …Song?”
He doesn’t have the grace to look sheepish. But she’ll take the flash of fear in his eyes, the way his shoulders twitch under the lacking weight of his swords, the way his hands convulse around the bucket. It feels good. Probably not in a way she should like, but it’s not like she’s planning to do whatever it is he’s afraid of. 
(He was afraid the last time he was here, too. But not of her.)
“The well’s in back,” she says. “Get a drink. Don’t make yourself puke. And don’t steal my bucket.”
She’s moved on to brushing the ostrich-horse’s feathers when he comes back. The ostrich-horse has moved on to pecking grain. Li is holding the bucket, and wobbling a little. His skin is still sun-flushed.
“Sit down,” she orders, pointing to the porch, with its shady overhang. 
She finishes rubbing down the ostrich-horse’s feathers. Checks her feet for scuffs and stones, and her legs for strains. Then she walks past a sitting, wide-eyed Li, goes into the house, and comes back with a basket of carrot-potatoes and a scrub brush. 
“Clean these,” she orders. “You know where the water is.”
And he’s already got a bucket to do the washing in. He’s been clutching it since she handed it to him. She’s getting a little sick, of that cornered pygmy puma look of his.
“You got a meal and an ostrich-horse rental from us, last time,” she says. “This time, it’s payment up front. With interest.”
“I don’t have any money.”
“Work for it,” Song says.
Li has no idea how to clean a tuber. He’s very diligently overdoing it when her mother comes home.
“Hmm,” she says quietly, stopping next to Song. “Do I need to get someone?”
Li’s shoulders stiffen, because he’s got better hearing than either of them thought, and because he has to know that ostrich-horse theft isn’t treated lightly. Their town isn’t big enough to warrant guardsmen, but a few neighbors and a rope would get things done. 
“He’s starving,” Song says, after moving this conversation farther away. 
“Hmm,” says her mother.
“Our ostrich-horse isn’t.”
They both stare across the yard. At a refugee with golden eyes, who doesn’t know how to even start preparing his own meal. But whatever money he had, however he’d gotten it, he’d let their bird—his bird—eat first. 
They don’t let him sleep in the stable, for obvious reasons. He doesn’t run off in the night, for less obvious ones.
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finnamin · 3 days
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what to do when your mental health has hit rock bottom and every day is a constant struggle? draw zuko apparently ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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prodogg · 20 hours
A friend of mine had a thought:
Y‘all know how in the episode The Puppetmaster, Katara tells the story of little Nini and how she disappears and is a ghost trying to get warm. She also says that sometimes you can see the smoke coming from her house. Katara also swears that it was a real story which happened to her mom. Anyways looking at it from a perspective of mythology, couldn’t those sorts of ghost stories be the explanation that Kanna‘s generation told Kya and Hakoda‘s, to explain why so many of their people went missing during the raids, going down to the detail of fearing smoke. Furthermore right after the story, Hama appears, Hama is one of the „missing ghosts“ who is now making others disappear.
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comradekatara · 2 days
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experiments in light & texture w my favorite girl
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blueboyblue3 · 3 days
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They r very special to me, their adult designs make me very very happy as a long haired men lover💙🙏
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panackerman · 24 hours
im in my confident adult fire lord zuko phase
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hellengomes · 2 days
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unorthodoxx-page · 14 hours
This has been bugging me for some time now, About Donnie's shell, if it was broken or smth, can't he just make a new one using his mystic powers?? Like what he did in the movie in the poster shot scene??
Not in A Tale of Spirits. I personally don't like that detail in the movie. He took his battle shell off on the floor below that scene. Couldn't he have just summoned it? I know they mention his tech wasn't working, but why wasn't his tech working (unless I missed something)? Idk, I feel like he didn't need to construct a battle shell at that moment. Also, how does that work? It's the only construct that's not a glowing neon purple. Why? How does he hold the form of the battle shell? The more I think about it, the less sense it makes (to me) lol.
Long story short, it's a detail I'm ignoring.
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