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ATLA Culture Index: What’s in a Name?

Trying to better organize this Tumblr since it’s getting to be pretty expansive.

Water Tribe

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Earth Kingdom

Part 1

Part 2

Beifong Edition

Part 3

Part 4

Joo Dee Edition

Part 5

Fire Nation

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Air Nomads

Part 1

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ship headcanon meme

Who? What? When? Where? Why?

I’m procrastinating. If you fancy it send me a ship and a number and I’ll tell you my headcanon.

1. Who makes the first move and how? 2. Who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better? 3. Who is the most romantic? 4. Who can’t keep their hands to themselves? 5. Who says ‘I love you’ first? 6. Who would they ask if they ever had a threesome? 7. What do they get up to on a night out? 8. What do they like in bed? 9. What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other? 10. What two songs, two books and two luxury items do they take to a desert island? 11. What do they hide from one another? 12. What first changes when it starts getting serious? 13. When do they realise they should get together? 14. When one has a cold, what does the other do? 15. When they watch a film what do they choose and why? Who gets the final vote? 16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together? 17. When they find a time machine, where do they go? 18. When they fight, how do they make up? 19. Where do they go on their first date? 20. Where do they go on holiday? 21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another? 22. Where does their first kiss happen? 23. Where is their favourite place to be together? 24. Where do they first have sex? 25. Why do they fight? 26. Why do they need to have a serious chat? 27. Why do their friends get annoyed with them? 28. Why do they get jealous? 29. Why do they fall a little bit more in love? 30. Why does it work (or not work) between them?

Preview of the Azula's House of Wonders AU

Ursa had learned many things about herself in the course of a life that would be long and historical, in some ways better than others. She had always internalized that her fire was a source of devastation and ruin, that it could destroy and was incapable of doing anything else. And yet here she was, taking a technique in a faintly desperate hope from her mother's scrolls and writings, hovering with indigo flame over Azula's withered arms, seeking to reactivate chi.

It was a paradox of Benders (and non-Benders too, perhaps, not that she would know and not that it occurred to her to even ask, then) that they could heal physically but if the inner flow of chi, that great mystical wellspring of all power, was not fixed nothing else would work. Azula had withered in more than spirit, she had withered in soul. Even then she stared at a corner as if some hellish thing stood there that she could not see.

Perhaps it did, one who lived near the Forgetful Valley could not dismiss such things out of hand. She had no real expectation that it could work. Mother had worked such wonders and she had sliced steel and trees as if it was nothing.

When it was done she moved back and sat, folding her hands in her lap, afraid to hope.

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Azula had quietly tried this repeatedly through the search for Ursa, hating every second of being caught in her brother's desperate dream without any say-so, any freedom to move. All the big and small humiliations she'd gone through and the insult to injury of knowing her mind lied to her.

Her fires had seemed to have guttered out in her arms and legs, and yet when she focused on Chi it was there for the first time in a year and a half. She took a deep breath and focused on a small thing. The ability merely to move her fingers.

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Ursa saw her daughter's fingers tremble, a slight tremor, so very slight a thing and then her daughter was crying. a look of awed disbelief on her face. Ursa looked at her own hands for a moment and in that moment she would speak in later years, began to wonder if she had dreamed too small and punished her own daughter for dreaming too grandly (and in but two years time she would not wonder, she would know and add it to a long series of private regrets she carried to her grave).

"I can feel my arms," she heard a choked up voice say, "for the first time in a year and a half."

Golden eyes ran with tears and met her own and she moved without hesitation to sit near Azula.

"Thank you mother, I love you." It was almost imperceptible but the sincerity....

Ursa would have spoken those words in turn but she knew, from the stories that the Avatar and others had told her on the return trip that a ghost of her had spoken them and helped drive her daughter into this state.

So she did not say them, she merely put her arm on her daughter's shoulder and leaned in, resting her head on her shoulder. Azula understood and she did not see the gratitude in those eyes that she restrained herself from speaking words that would hurt her. If she had she would have felt even sadder than she was at that moment.

It was at that moment that the spectre of Ursa with those sad eyes and a cutting voice that Azula had seen for so long stood in the corner of the room and gave her a smile that was a pale ghost of the true woman beside her, and vanished, never to be seen again.

One of my favorite gender bent Gaang works!! By @avakoratron on twitter!!

Nothing like Kyoshi rubbing it in 🤣🤣

Kyoshi was an amazing (/ly terrifying) teacher and you can't change my mind 😤💕

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What the past couple days have felt like

I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!

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I call it "Catching the Midnight Flight".

"Even you fear me."

"No. I love you, Azula. I do."