While We're On The Subject WHY IS ROSABELLA THE ONLY ONE WHO DIDN'T GET SLEEVES???

the following is an excerpt from my new ATLA aang is aaged up AU fanfic!! (or at least, a teaser from the upcoming update on wednesday) (!!!!) (so excited bc u guys seemed to really like the first ch and left so many lovely comments!!

i present to you, a little sample of ch2 of "the teenager in the iceberg"!!!

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The trio flew on through the sunset, until Tui rose above them, pulling the colour out of the sky as if she were weaving onyx black strands of soft wool into the most beautiful of tapestries. Katara settled on her back, tugging her fur lined overcoat closer, huddled against Sokka, who was in turn huddled against Aang for warmth. Moonlight and starlight bathed the three in enough light that neither Katara nor Aang could sleep, although Sokka seemed to be snoring away just fine. After a few hours of fruitless attempts to slip into dreamland, both Katara and Aang rose from their respective spots beside Sokka and moved to sit in the driver’s bench.

“Trouble sleeping too, huh?” Aang cocked a grin, tilting his head to Katara. She kept her eyes fixed upwards, trained on the moon and the stars, worried that if she looked away, she’d end up staring into his eyes like a weirdo. 

“I always feel so awake with the moon’s light on me. Sleeping under the stars has never really been a thing that works. It’s too energising, too… too much. It’s hard to explain.”

“No, no… I get it. I feel the same way in a windstorm, all those breezes and gusts of wind, it feels… exhilarating.” She watched through her peripheral vision as he looked up at the moon. “In times of war, I think we all tend to forget how spiritual bending is at its core. I’d say it’s a good thing that you’re in touch enough with the origins of your abilities to feel the moon’s pull tug at you just as much as it does on the ocean.” Katara raised an eyebrow at the cheesy sincerity, and he chuckled in response. “I’m serious! Out of all the nations, Airbenders have the highest rate of benders, and I’ve always felt like it’s because of how much we connect to the spiritual aspect of all of this. We feel our element through our veins, we acknowledge its origins, we treat it as a sacred art.”

Katara nodded, puzzling it all over. “I wish I’d gotten to learn bending as a child properly, the way you did, with the stories of its origins and the teaching of precise bending forms.”

Aang’s brows wrinkled at this. “You- you didn’t get a teacher? But… weren’t you the one to break me out of the iceberg?”

“You’re looking at the last Waterbender of the Southern Tribe.” She sighed, hanging her head. “Everything I know about my bending was either made up through trial and error, or scraped together by bits and pieces of the few bending scrolls my tribe held on to. We’ve never believed in building fortresses and kingdoms the way the Northern Tribe does, and so, when the Fire Nation raids began… our waterbending numbers just continued to dwindle as they were defeated and taken to Spirits know where.” She bit her lip, trying desperately to steady her voice.

“That's… that’s how my mother passed. I was there, in the tent, when she was…killed.”

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just finished the draft!! 4,424 words baybeeee!!!! you guys are eating GOOD w this update. releasing wednesday morning:))) catch up on the first chapter before then here ->

In love with them♡♡

actually crazy to me that i have over 150 pages worth of fanfic that i've written only over the past few months on google docs but i complain when i have to write one (1) essay for a class i don't like.

The older I get, the more wisdom I see in Aang’s choice at the end of the series. We always joke that Aang should’ve quickly ponied up and chose the sword on Ozai, head of the regime that’s stolen from everybody and stands to kill more. His friends were telling him to do it. His past selves were telling him to do it. No one would have held it against him, but Aang would’ve had to sit with the weight of that choice for the rest of his life. That’s what he was doing. He was weighing the value of a human life. He’s the only person with the power to make this decision and it takes a well of compassion and forethought to think it over the way he did.

He didn’t choose the third option. He MADE it. And isn’t that what we want from the most powerful bender on the planet??? To think about what they’re going to do? To extend forethought even to an enemy and weigh that against what will keep everybody safe? To try every single time?

i am very curious about this because i only remembered this is an option like yesterday so i have to ask

POV: zuko doing a total 180 at the end of season two of ATLA after a whole season of slowly improving as a person and finally listening to his uncle

i did my very first "no beta we die like" tag and i feel that this was a very appropriate tag choice for an atla fanfic.

i need opinions because i'm currently workshopping/ editing the next couple uploads of mine for kataang week and for the disguise prompt, i'll be doing a kataang cinderella au (yes i'm doing more disney and no you can't stop me).

i usually title my works with song lyrics that resonate with me/ lyrics that are related to the content, so i'm hoping for opinions on the following lyric options from the songs of cinderella ->

thoughts?? alternate ideas?? feel free to share:)

love when academic articles are a little silly and goofy. like yes that IS a bee. dumb fuck. lets label him so everybody can point and laugh.

Kataang is "hero gets the hero", not "hero gets the girl"

Sorry for that :)