SOUTHERN TRIBE

[chieftans]

KYA

𝙞𝙩  𝙝𝙖𝙨  𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣  𝙨𝙤  𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜  𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚  𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨  𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙  𝙖  𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙  𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙,  𝙡𝙚𝙩  𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚  𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨  𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙.   this nickname  —  only his, only for her.  it almost makes her forget everything else.  she grips his hand as tight as she can;  she does not want to fall.  but she still shakes  —  still trembles, head light.   “ 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝  𝚊  𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 …  𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔  𝚘𝚗  𝚖𝚢  𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝,  𝚒’𝚖  𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍, ”   she replies.  she can never joke or smile through everything as he can.  she lifts her chin and sets her jaw, and that is how she survives.  she holds her family close, and she does what she must.  but she tries here  —  she wants to keep being happy.   “ 𝚒’𝚕𝚕  𝚋𝚎  𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. ”   if she says it enough, maybe she will make it true.  she can’t think of anything else.   “ 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝  𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎  𝚖𝚎  𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. ”   i’ll be alright if you take me home. 

strength,   a   word  that  if  it  could  conjure  up  an  image  would  be  her.    strength  is  the  way  she  carried  supplies  the  first  time  he  laid  his  eyes  on  her.   strength  is  the  way  she  was  defiant  in  his  requests  when  she  knew  they  were  not  what  she  wanted.   strength  is  the  way  she  led  by  his  side,   equals.    strength  is  the  way  she  gave  birth  to  two  children,   look  at  them  now.   leading  the  way  for  them  to  all  return  home.    strength  is  the  way  she  sacrificed  her  freedom,  her  life,   without  a  second  thought.   strength  is  the  way  she  is.    she  is  strength.    “   you  could  never  be  weak.  ”    he  says  without  thinking  before  bowing  his  head  to  her  ears  so  he  could  whisper.   “   can  i  carry  you  ?   ”     at  her  nod,   he  sweeps  her  up,  holding  her  close  to  her  chest.   “   you’re  okay.   we’ll  be  okay.   ”      and  they  will  now. 

[chieftans]

KYA

𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣  𝙨𝙝𝙚  𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨  𝙝𝙞𝙢,  𝙝𝙚  𝙞𝙨  𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜,  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙨𝙤  𝙞𝙨  𝙨𝙝𝙚.   they have barely none each other an hour when he starts  —  when he makes it his duty to pester her and also care for her;  when he swears to her he’ll never stop.  eventually, she believes him;  eventually, she wants him;  eventually, she laughs.  and she laughs again now, though she swats at his shoulder  —  weakly, but a bit like her old self.  there will be time to catalogue all that’s lost of her.  for now, she is happy.   “ 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝, ”   she scoffs as always, smiling and teasing.  she stumbles when he tugs, his hand in hers, but it’s not enough.  she wishes she could be stronger, like she used to be.  you’re stronger than me, he would say.  it isn’t true now, is it? 

come   home  with  me,      it  sounds  like  the  first  time  they  had  met.   he  had  been  so  eager,   so  immediately  in  love  with  her.    he  remembers   the  way  she  smiled,   lighting  up  the  entire  southern  hemisphere.   the  first  time  she  laughed,   the  first  time  he  made  her  laugh,   the  pride  he  felt.   how  it  felt  to  lift  the  weight  off  her  shoulders.    she  was  always  so  strong,   strong  enough  to  survive  even  this  war.     of  course  she  was.    he  always  knew  she  was.    his  brows  furrow,  catching  her  when  she  trips,  a  smile  to  encourage  her.   “   are  you  okay,   moonstone  ?   ”   of  course  she  is.   he  knows  she  is. 

[braveshe]

EURYDICE (spoken) When you look at me, what do you see? ORPHEUS (spoken) Someone stronger than me, somebody who survives. EURYDICE (spoken) So why should I become your wife? ORPHEUS (spoken) Because I make you feel alive.

@chieftans what have you done to me 

[chieftans]

KYA

𝙨𝙝𝙚  𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨  𝙛𝙞𝙩𝙨  𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣  𝙝𝙞𝙨  𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨  𝙨𝙤  𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮.   he is hers, and she is his, just as they have always been.   “ 𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚊𝚛𝚎  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎? ”   they should go;  they should keep moving with the rest of the captive, southern waterbenders, their children, and the fire prince.  but she is still so stunned, still expect to blink too many times and wake, alone and in her cell again, hakoda and her children far, far away.   “ 𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚊𝚛𝚎  𝚜𝚘  𝚏𝚊𝚛  𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖  𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎…  𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚘𝚏  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚊𝚛𝚎. ” 

“   oh,   you  know,   a  boat.    ”     he  grins  before  placing  a  kiss  on  her  forehead.   he  looks  behind  him  over  his  shoulder,   seeing  as  the   line  continues  to  move.   it’s  getting  close  to  the  end.   they  should  move  fast.   taking  her  hand,  he  gives  it  a  light  squeeze.    “   we  all  are.   but  we’re  going  back  now.   come  home  with   me.    ”      he  tugs  gently,  desperate  to  get  her  home.   warrior,   you  are  so  desperate  to  be  loved  and  to  love  her  once  more.   “   it’s  time  we  all  go  home.   ”

[chieftans]

what  ?   i’m  not  allowed  to  make  hakoda/kya  and  orpheus/eurydice  parallels ?

[chieftans]

jackie  and  i  are  iconic   bc   of  these  blogs. 

[chieftans]

should i come back on here :/

[disabledyue]

If your zukka or zvtara fic involves either Sokka or Katara moving to the fire nation full time and discarding their culture for FN culture I think u should stop writing and think abt the racist implications behind it

[dargression]

@lesbians4sokka‘s post made me feel a lot of feelings on how Sokka’s grief was denied in “Southern Raiders”.

[triquetrine]

you ever think about how maybe part of the reason why sokka liked his and yue's relationship so much (aside from it being his first ever reciprocated crush) is because it reminded him of his parents? strong warrior man and beautiful leader woman? and he probably vowed he wouldn't fail to protect her the way hakoda did kya but then...he did

[chieftans]

KYA  :  BRAVESHE

𝙛𝙤𝙧  𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩  𝙖  𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩,  𝙨𝙝𝙚  𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨  𝙛𝙤𝙧  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧  𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙮.   her fingers clutch at the tangled, gray, cropped locks, wondering what he will think;  wondering, for the first time in such a long time, what she really looks like now.  she must not look like herself;  she cannot look nearly so handsome and lovely as him.  but all hakoda does is make her laugh.  she laughs in return, throwing her arms around his shoulders, collapsing against him, tears still streaming down her cheeks.    “ 𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚊𝚛𝚎  𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝  𝚊𝚜  𝚒  𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍…  𝚊𝚜  𝚒  𝚜𝚊𝚠  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚒𝚗  𝚖𝚢  𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜. ” 

he  can  only  smile  at  her,  he  HAS  to  smile  at  her.   she’s  crying  and  it’s  taking  everything  in  him  not  to  cry  with  her.   instead  he  chooses  to  focus  on  the  much  too  small  frame  of  his  wife  pressing  against  him  as  his  arms  wrap  around  her.   he  wonders  what  her  dreams  looked  like,   every  one  of  her  appearances  were  nightmares,  a  reminder  that  he  couldn’t  save  her.     his  imagination  ran  wild  once  more  of  what  they  did  to  her,  making  his  blood  boil.      “   well  i’m  here  now.   you’re  here  now.   we  have  an  eternity  to  look  at  each  other.  we’re  going  home.  ”

[chieftans]

i love hakoda and kya they’re in love and perfect

[chieftans]

are  you  always  this  confident ?  

when  i  look  at  you  i  am. 

when  you  look  at  me,  what  do  you  see  ? 

someone  stronger  than  me,  someone  who  survives.

so  why  should  i  become  your  wife  ?

because  i  make  you  feel  alive. 

[chieftans]

not  me  crying  because  the  lyrics  “  you  see  the  world  ?   /  of  course  i  do  /   i’ll  make  it  beautiful  for  you  /  for  you  i’ll  change  the  way  it  is.  ”   apply  so  well  to  hakoda  and  kya. 

[chieftans]

@braveshe

he  blinks,   eyes  MUST  be  tricking  him.       that’s  kya,   his  kya.      she’s  walking  out  as  quickly  as  she  can  with  the  rest  of  the  crowd.  but  even  now,  she  stands  out  to  him.   he  knows  they  have  to  be  discrete,  but  he  can’t  control  himself  as  he  runs  towards  her.  “  kya  ?    KYA.   ”   

she’s  picked  up,  spun  around.   kissed  placed  on  her  forehead.    he  holds  her  close,   never  letting  go  again.  

[chieftans]

@warriorhe

“  I   AM  SO  PROUD  OF  YOU,   ”      he  says  the  words,  feeling  that  they’re  coming  much  too  late.    he  had  witnessed  his  son,   just  sixteen,   take  down  fire  navy   ship  crew   as  if  it  was  nothing.   as  if  he  had  done  it  many  times.    the  thought  flashes  in  his  mind  that  he  might  have...   and  whose  fault  is  that  ?     hakoda  places  a   hand  on  his  son’s  shoulder.   words  come  later  than  they’re  needed.   perhaps  later  is  better  than  never.  

[chieftans]

hello  anyone  want...  a  starter  from  water  dad ?