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@flxshy said: Aang likely hears the soft giggles before hands grip at the side of the bed, the young woman scaling her father's side. The sun hadn't even begun to crest over the trees and little Kya was here to hold her father up to his end of the bargain. Father daughter day.

"Ataata! Ataata! Wake up! "

Aang’s eyes fluttered open, the light of dawn just peeking into the room. His body was still heavy with sleep, but the tiny, insistent hands tugging at the blankets pulled him fully upright. Kya was bright-eyed and beaming, and full of energy that was impossible to ignore.

Ataata! Ataata! Wake up! Her voice rang with the kind of excited urgency only a child possessed, and Aang couldn’t help but laugh, a soft, warm sound that mingled with the morning birdsongs. He reached over and lifted her onto the bed with gentle care, letting her little hands tug at his cheeks.

“Good morning, Kya,” he said, his voice still husky from sleep, though his grin was wide and full of delight. “Looks like someone’s ready for Father-Daughter Day already.”

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@worldclassmenageriie said: The blue horangi tilted its head, watching Aang curiously. It was a celestial creature and had been around humans often but this human felt different. Paying no mind to the fact Aang was meditating, Derpy walked over on silent paws and licked the top of the Airbender's head

Aang’s eyes snapped open, and a mix of surprise and amusement flickered across his face. He froze for a moment, letting out a soft laugh as the strange sensation of wet tongue met his scalp. The tiger spirit’s curiosity was undeniable as its oversized, mismatched eyes studied him with playful interest.

He leaned back slightly, careful not to startle it, and tilted his head as he examined the creature. "Well… you’re definitely not like anything I’ve ever met before," he said, a grin spreading across his face. He could feel a strange warmth radiate from the horangi, and he didn’t mind at all.

"Okay, okay," he raised a hand to gently scratch behind its ear, "you’re… kind of adorable."

[fairy-lilith]

Sassy Aang is everything

[sheairnomad]

the       stillness       of       the       air       froze       as       aang       spoke       to       yangchen       about       his       severed       tines       to       roku.       if       his       ties       were       severed       to       the       fire       avatar,       what       and       how       could       he       still       be       one       with       the       air       avatar?       the       avatar       of       the       past       was       not       shocked       but       neither       was       she       surprised       by       aang's       decision.       after       all,       he       was       her.       she       was       him.

❝       i       am       not       surprised       nor       am       i       shocked       at       what       you've       said,       aang.       you       are       your       own       person       and       not       roku.       not       anymore.       ❞       she       paused,       a       calmness       in       her       tone.       ❝       your       path       is       yours       to       follow,       to       take.       as       was       mine.       roku       made       his       decision       to       try       and       control       your       actions.       i       could       not       control       roku,       nor       can       i       control       you.       we       are       connected       but       we       are       different       beings       with       our       own       values.       ❞

yangchen       softly       spoke,       ❝       follow       what       is       in       your       heart,       aang.       if       you       value       your       friendship       with       zuko,       honor       that.       even       if       it       causes       a       rift       in       the       cycle       with       roku       being       severed       and       maybe,       perhaps,       i       could       fill       that       empty       void       you       feel.       and       let       the       air       guide       your       spirit.        ❞

[airbcnder]

The stillness of the meditation shifted slightly as Aang absorbed Yangchen’s words, each one settling into the quiet corners of his mind. Her calm certainty wrapped around him like a soft wind, steadying the turmoil that had followed him since that day with Roku.

He exhaled slowly, feeling the tension in his chest ease a fraction. “I… I needed to make my own choice,” he admitted, voice gentle, almost a whisper in the shared space of their connection. “Roku… he wanted me to end Zuko’s life. I couldn’t —not when I saw what Zuko could be, what he already is. And if Roku was wrong about him… then maybe he was wrong about other things too.”

Aang’s gaze seemed to stretch across the divide between past and present, seeking her understanding. “I… I want to honor the bond I have with Zuko, even if it fractures what I once had with Roku. I don’t want to lose myself in someone else’s path.”

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@ceruleanbender said: Nineteen and grown into a tall and lean young man, Bumi wrapped his strong arms around Aang from behind. "When did you get so small, Dad?" He teased, his voice warm with affection.

Aang let out a laugh, light and airy, though there was a hint of surprise in it too. He leaned back slightly into his son’s hold, eyes softening as he tilted his head to glance at him. “Small, huh?” he echoed, amusement tugging at his mouth. “I guess that’s what happens when your kids decide to shoot up like bamboo stalks overnight.” There was pride in his voice more than anything else. Pride and a touch of wonder.

He rested a hand over Bumi’s arm, squeezing gently. For a moment, though, his smile wavered, the weight of the passing years settling quietly behind his eyes. His children had grown so fast, faster than he ever thought possible, and with every inch Bumi gained, every new milestone Kya and Tenzin crossed, he felt time slipping through his fingers.

A hundred years lost in the ice had stolen something from him, something he could never get back, and though he cherished every moment with them, he knew his time was shorter than theirs. Still, he lifted his chin, keeping his voice steady, warm. “You’ve all grown so much… sometimes I feel like I blink and I’ve missed half of it.”

[guiltyfixations]

Appa in tibetan yak rugs and apparel 

[sheairnomad]

❝       is       it       not?       avatar       aang,       you       call       him       a       friend       and       yet       you       allow       him       to       talk       strangely.       i       suggest       you       fix       this.       ❞

[airbcnder]

"Zuko might be a little weird sometimes, but I don't think he needs an intervention."

[sheairnomad]

❝       i've       just       spoken       to       avatar       kyoshi,       avatar       kuruk       and       avatar       roku       and       we       all       agree       that       zuko       should       seek       some       help.       we       are       quite       concerned.       ❞

[airbcnder]

"Why do I feel like you're about to make this my problem?"

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@droplct said: Fingers interlocked with her husband’s as Katara looked up into the eyes that she fell in love with so many years ago . ❝ Remember Aang , no matter what happens . You are kind , ❞ She used his shoulder to pull herself onto her tippy tip to kiss his forehead , ❝ You are smart , ❞ She then kissed his left cheek , ❝ You are important , ❞ She then kissed his right cheek , before she placed her freehand at the base of his neck , and pulled him down to her , ❝ And , you are loved . ❞ Then , as if sealing a promise , she lovingly kissed his lips with a smile .

Aang felt his chest tighten, a warmth spreading from his heart through every fingertip that touched hers. Kind… smart… important… loved… Each word settled into him like a gentle breath. He leaned into her touch, forehead resting against hers, and whispered, voice slightly shaky but full of sincerity, “Katara… I —thank you. I don’t think I’ve ever… felt this… seen.”

Her smile made his chest swell, and he pressed a hand to hers, holding it close. “You make me want to be better,” he admitted softly, his eyes glimmering. “Not just for me… but for you, for us. I promise I’ll try… every day.”

He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the warmth of her lips against his and the quiet strength of her presence. “And… I love you, Katara,” he murmured, voice full of certainty. “I love you more than I can ever say.”

[flxshy]

@lastairmaster

"Y’know, Twinkletoes… I don’t say this kind of thing much, so don’t let it go to your head. But I’ve been thinking, and I’ve gotta admit—you’ve got my respect.

You stuck to your principles, even when the whole world was telling you to toss ’em out the window. You didn’t bend just because it was easier, and trust me, I know how much that takes.

You pulled off mastering all four elements before you were even old enough to grow a decent beard—which, by the way, you still can’t. That’s skill, and even I can’t pretend otherwise.

And you… you carried the weight of the whole world and somehow didn’t turn into a self-important jerk. That’s rare. You even gave me a place to belong when I was just some runaway kid with dirt under her nails and a chip on her shoulder. You didn’t try to change me—you actually liked me for it.

Most people, they solve their problems with a punch or a rock to the face. You found ways around that. You ended a war without turning into a killer. That’s… impressive, even to someone like me.

So yeah, Aang. You’re a good one. Don’t expect me to say it again."

[flxshy]

It was neigh impossible to keep her face neutral. She felt absolutely no remorse for getting the young avatar to loosen up via… well badger mole pelt. The circus was right, it was hilarious to see someone so high up tripping over themselves. She had fallen for it herself when she was younger, at least then she only tripped and not tumbled down the stairs.

“You know Aang.” Avatar Kyoshi tries and fails to keep her tone neutral and regal like one would expect of an avatar of her caliber. “I almost expected you to pass on it, but you really went above and beyond and got a fresh pelt.” A lightning scarred hand raises to cover her mouth.

A ring of giggles left her reminiscent of how Kyoshi was human just like Aang is. “At least you broke the ice.”

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Aang stared at her, slack-jawed. “Broke the ice?” he repeated, voice pitching somewhere between disbelief and outrage. “Kyoshi, I tumbled down the stairs. I looked like a penguin-seal trying to fly.” He crossed his arms, the way he did when he wanted to look stern but mostly looked twelve again. “Do you know how hard it is to maintain spiritual authority when your audience is laughing? The Fire Sage had to stop mid-ceremony because he couldn’t breathe.”

Kyoshi’s hand was still covering her mouth, but her eyes gave her away, and that made it worse. “I’m starting to think half your Avatar wisdom is just elaborate pranks,” Aang muttered, “Next time you give me advice, I’m sending Sokka in my place.”

[airbcnder]

Aang sat cross-legged in the quiet glow of the spirit world, eyes narrowed at the towering form of Avatar Kyoshi. She looked as imposing as ever —calm, powerful, and absolutely unrepentant.

“You told me it was a good idea,” he said, voice low with the kind of betrayal normally reserved for wars and broken treaties. “You told me, Aang, wear the badger-mole pelt to show respect.” His hand clenched in his lap. “Do you have any idea how heavy those things are? I tripped down the temple steps. In front of everybody.”

The wind shifted sharply, stirring his robes, but @flxshy didn’t blink.

“And it smelled,” he added, leaning forward like the memory alone could knock him off balance again. “It smelled like it had been in a swamp since before the war.”

[airbcnder]

The stillness of meditation held Aang like a tide, drawing him inward until the boundaries of time thinned to nothing. Across that vast, quiet expanse, he felt the steradfast presence of @sheairnomad.

“I… need to tell you something,” his voice carried across their connection. “I severed my tie to Roku.” The words rippled through the stillness, a confession and an explanation all at once. “I didn’t do it because I hated him, or because I didn’t care what he taught me. I just… I couldn’t follow the path he wanted for me anymore.” The truth sat heavy on his chest. The bond that once linked them —mentor to successor, friend to friend— was gone by his own choice. It wasn’t anger that drove him, but the moment Roku told him Zuko had to die, something broke. Roku was wrong about Zuko; about the kind of person he was, about the chance for peace that still lived in him. And if he’d been wrong about that, maybe he’d been wrong about other things too.

In the depths of the Spirit World’s timeless glow, his thoughts curled inward, brushing against memories of Roku’s counsel, his warnings, his disappointments. “It feels like I closed a door on part of myself,” Aang admitted quietly. “And now it’s just… empty where that connection used to be.”

But there was no taking it back. What was done was done, and Aang could only hope Yang Chen understood why.

[lanjunlazy]

Day4——Time changes our appearance and shape, but it cannot change our love

[wackus123]

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@worldclassmenageriie said: The lemur is clambering over Aang's head like a clumsy little menace who was full of energy but at the same time craving affection from his favorite human. Lick lick lick licking the top of the air nomad's head.

Aang chuckled softly, eyes crinkling with warmth as Momo’s tiny paws fumbled around his head. “Hey, hey, careful up there, little buddy!” He reached up gently, scratching behind Momo’s ears where he knew the lemur loved it most. “You’re a handful today, huh? I guess you just want some extra love.”