hi i just want to give a special shout out to my closest friends @nuktuik , @bendershe , @warriorhe , @glimoon , @balynce , @conquerfire , @earthshe ❤️ i love u guys so much 🤪

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@conquerfire
hi i just want to give a special shout out to my closest friends @nuktuik , @bendershe , @warriorhe , @glimoon , @balynce , @conquerfire , @earthshe ❤️ i love u guys so much 🤪
hi yall! stuff to say in tags hehe
haha this is the only thing i’ll post after a couple months 😏 effort is extraordinary ✨
you guys ever think about..... jet
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if you continue to fight me , then i’ll take your soul. you got it ? independent maka albarn , as loved by behira.
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bountyes .
“ i hate to be wrong . ” ( @conquerfire )
“ you’re literally gonna be pouting about this for days, aren’t ya? grow up. ”
a roll of her eyes accompanies a heavy exhale from painted lips – they lean on opposite trees, she watches his irritation with detached idleness ( June supposes, however, that Jet’s fury with himself has everything to do with the self - imposed burden he carries on his shoulders. she wonders how that must feel like, to have something you fight for because you believe in it ). eyes will drift up onto the stars crowning the sky above – there are very few tonight, there is a storm approaching soon – and Jet seems to be losing his patience. she can read him well enough, by now, they probably know more about the other than reserved people like them would like.
“ lighten up, it can be easily fixed. ” June shrugs bony shoulders, uncrosses her arms and moves towards Jet, using the tip of her heeled boot to point towards the hooked weapons dangling from his body, “ just make sure nobody else knows you fucked up. your boys don’t know, so that’s good, your reputation is safe. ” a sardonic snort echoes into the treeline, and her voice resembles a hoarse murmur “ there’s nothin’ that can’t be fixed by killin’ the right person. ”
grow up –––– what an insult. he’s done that and then some , a force of hand and of heart. he wishes he could afford pouting or tantrums or fits , but displeasure the only answer he has is to act. FAIL TO DO SO AND THEY’RE GOOD AS DEAD , the survival of him and his fighters reliant on being right or pulling some strings to at least look that way . . . and he’s tired , a day worth of effort into a miscalculation behind him. what a drag.
of course , he isn’t helping his case with june by continuing to sulk ( he can’t deny all which makes him just a boy , for that’s what he is –––– ). pointer finger and thumb perch at the bridge of his nose , squeezing the sides in an attempt to preemptively relieve himself of a head - splitting migraine suspected to approach. then shakily he sighs , opening his eyes to look to her. “ yeah , ” he finally says , though bitter while admitting defeat : “ and you’re gonna help me. ”
june of atla. written by nosta.
AANG.
FOR AS LONG AS THEY’VE SPENT TOGETHER , the rogue has not been forthcoming with his past ; he is a ghost , leaving no traces of himself behind . they are both ghosts , memories of unspeakable events ever haunting . and yet here they are , seated together under the shadowy cover that almost begs for some kind of reconciliation ( at least to the avatar ) . there has been a strain on everyone since they took jet with them , words hushed and silent looks exchanged amongst themselves ; there is always a hint of malice in the air . ❛❛ ‘ oh ! you’re from lai pai ? i passed through there once . er not now , obviously . ‘ ❜❜
AND HERE IS ANOTHER GHOST ; a village that no longer exists except here , it’s greatness now destroyed and discarded . how familiar that is to the avatar ( your home is lost , merely a whisper that bleeds into spoken word ever so rarely ) . and perhaps this is why jet is a boy forged from steel ; and yet here you are , the very air you breathe a sign that you are still alive , a flame not yet extinguished despite the battering winds that threaten . ❛❛ ‘ i know that you don’t want to be stuck with us , but at least you’re safe now . we’ll make sure nothing happens to you , and once i’ve … defeated the fire lord , you never have to see me again . ‘ ❜❜ there is a melancholy smile now , one that the boy feels too bashful to share with his companion . will you even miss jet ? the question rings through his ears as if it is spoken aloud , never dulling . perhaps he will ; they share a scar that still aches even now , despite the passage of time like sand through open digits . and so aang sits beside him , heart on his sleeve [ a desperate attempt at friendship in this desolate time ] . ❛❛ ‘ and hey ! maybe we’ll find some of your family in chin village . wouldn’t that be a nice surprise ? ‘ ❜❜
ECHOS OF HOME ALREADY TARNISHED BY CATASTROPHE SOUR SOMEHOW MORE , newly - coincided with a sense of imposter syndrome for own home. his spite is childish ( as is he , a boy FORCED to grow without guidance ) as it is inevitable , rationality clouded by jealousy. how unfair that the avatar got to see the glory of lai pai in its prime , meanwhile his own fondest memories are still ravaged by hatred and fear –––– but it’s not that which makes him mad. NO , jet can hold his tongue for that which can’t be helped : it’s every last bit of what aang says which sets him over , bullshit masqueraded as ignorant hope.
if only he could rise on his own without the sting of mortality - reminiscent wounds in each movement ( if only he could recover sooner , or at least have hope his body won’t always be damaged from back in ba sing se , each twinge of pain a reminder of his defeat –––– a reminder that he’s not INVINCIBLE ) or else he’d stand tall , make aang feel as small as he was painting jet out to be : instead he turns swiftly , stifling a wince from the slightest of exertion , eyes like daggers. “ let’s get one thing straight , aang : you didn’t SAVE me , and you aren’t doing anyone except MAYBE katara any favors by keeping me around . . . so stop with all this fake , balance ‘ LET’S GET ALONG ‘ bullshit. you’re no hero : me deciding to tag along with you was an escape route at best. ”
he turns back to face the rolling hills beneath them as quickly as he had before. jet closes his eyes and lets out a soft sigh , ruminating on every loathe - soaked word he’d said. LIKE HIM , aang is just a boy : he did not sign up to take on the burden of others , his hand pushed by forces uncontrolled. the difference between the two is that jet doesn’t go around , roping the unwilling into his hero complex. ( WILL HE REGRET HIS HARSH WORDS ? NO , IN FACT HE HAS MORE. ) the dam has long since broken , his words the trickle of what hate remains in the reservoir. “ i have no family : not in chin village , not anywhere. they’re DEAD. i saw it with my own eyes–––– every last one of them. it’s too late for you to try and turn this into something positive , something we can both ‘ GROW ’ from. YOU WEREN’T THERE. ”
ammi and abu taught me to always think about the greater good. to defend people who can’t defend themselves, even if it means putting yourself at risk. i wish they could see that that’s exactly what i’m trying to do.
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zuko stans pls explain: do u think it weighed heavy on zuko’s conscience to see the ember island play and connect the dots that his involvement in jet’s arrest and the fact that jet was arrested and brainwashed in the first place led to his death
KATARA.
TONIGHT IS ABOUT EVERYONE, WE CELEBRATE FOR ALL OF US. katara has been coloured in her selfish anger for so long, the pulsing whites and reds that spoke of tempered fire, that she has forgotten how killing azula would help the world ; SHE HAS BEEN A THREAT TO MORE THAN JUST KATARA [ lives divided and horrified beneath her all - encompassing presence, a dictator more pressing and imposing than even her father seemed to be —- her death would dampen the fiery summers that have haunted their graveyard lives, ushering in a softer spring, A REBIRTH ]. “ I’M HONOURED TO BE THE GUEST OF THE FREEDOM FIGHTERS —- thank you, jet. for . . . “ in a sudden flush, all those cherry - ripe words she wishes to fall free from her lips feel childish, strange, too bathed in her youth. FOR EVERYTHING —- that does not encompass it, not truly, for the words are faint and have been spoken before. there is direction in her life again, sliced free from all the burning ice she has trapped herself in over her journey to better places. only jet would understand this —- only the freedom fighters would welcome in the ghost she had become.
FAMILY HAS TURNED TO MEMORIES FOR KATARA ( the fading image of her mother flickering in her mind, the warmth of her outstretched arms that had defined maternal gentleness for katara ; the hard line of her father’s shoulders as he turned away from them, a war looming behind his eyes ; SOKKA —- a memory too brutal to think about for too long ). perhaps the freedom fighters will accept her once blood stains her fingertips, when the war has been won.
“ i’m not easily scared. “ smile that touches at her lips is thin, spread into the fading portrait of forgotten happiness. she remembers childhood again, uncovers it with rough fingertips. she presses her fingertips against his chest, head dipped down so her flush becomes less obvious —- hiding from the brutality of a mismatched crush, NOT FROM HIM. “ let’s get this started. “
" you’re no guest , ” tender words come with a snap , ditch - effort at clarifying she ought to not think such alienating things from this point on. rope slides between his index and thumb as he releases , priorities shifting temporarily from the goodbye that lies below to the responsibility he has to remind her that she’s NOT ALONE. jet takes her hand at his chest , curling his fingers between the spaces of her own , though keeping it where she can still feel his heartbeat. “ you’re one of us , katara. always have been. ” how unfortunate it took the death of the one she loved more than all else in the world to come to terms with it , the same scar that binds the rest of them together , though that alone is not the reason he can include her with such ease : he means what he said. her sad eyes transcended the grief of an avatar unwilling , but those of a child that’d lost it all ––– but they’ve always carried the fire it takes to do something about it , just like the rest of them. jet’s known that from the moment he first saw her.
and with that he offers one last gentle smile , a silent reminder that he’s with her and always will be , before releasing her hand and turning back to face the door and taking the rope in his hands again. “ c’mon , then. ”
there is a strange air down below , the cross sections of curiosity and apprehension in all of his fighters’ faces. all eyes fall to the two as they reach the bottom , now standing before all children frozen in place as they search for some sort of explanation. it’s his laugh that put them at ease , the gesture of looking back to shoot katara one more calming smile before taking her hand and leading her to where smellerbee awaits them at the “ head ” of the gathering.
“ so she didn’t decide kill you , ” smellerbee says , her words serious as they are meant to poke fun.
“ not yet at least , ” he shoots back , releasing katara’s hand again to step toward the center of the circle. “ fighters , ” he starts. his voice has adopted a new tone , one more calculated than usual , somehow of both solemnity and excitement. “ if you would’ve told me just this morning that the avatar was going to be in my treehouse tonight , i would’ve told you that you were full of shit –––– hell , i thought smellerbee was when she said so ten minutes before it even happened. ”
the crowd reacts with indecisive laughter , as if still trying to hold onto the secret that jet had been sad to see her go before.
“ as we all know , life doesn’t always go as we’ve planned , whether for better or for worse –––– but what matters is what we make of that , who we count on to hold us when we need it , what you can do together to fix the evils that’ve been done –––– and so tomorrow , katara and i’ll be leaving on a very important mission! and we won’t be back until every last member of the fire nation and all of those complicit in their crimes are burning in the very flames they unleashed on this world! ”
there is no confusion in how to respond now , the fighters erupting in whoops! and woos! until jet cuts them off with a raise of his hands a moment later. “ –––– tonight we celebrate the victory that awaits us , a smooth send - off , and the avatar . . . the first who’s stumbled upon us , believed in our ways , believed in the sacrifices you gotta make –––– no , she’s not just the avatar , but a fellow FREEDOM FIGHTER. now , enough of this fancy , formal shit. let’s eat! ”
again they cheer as he turns away , regrouping with katara before taking a seat at smellerbee’s side and gesturing she follow suit. “ hope that wasn’t too much for you , ” he murmurs to her , grinning from ear - to - ear. “ gotta give them a little extra motivation so they don’t slack while i’m gone , y’know? ”
thinkin about jet . . .
I hope the Dai Li has found peace and healing. I hope the victims of their bullying have too. I hope everyone has learned a valuable lesson. I hope we remain kind.
holy shit i can’t believe you’re STILL rattling off about all of this shit when literally ppl just told u not to engage in pedophilic/sexualizing behavior to minor muses??? and then weren’t TeNdEr about it after u refused? girl im—
hi im toph’s older girl cousin from her fathers side who lives in ba sing se and falls in love with jet named [y/n] and my parents sold me to the freedom fighters to pay off their gambling debts i dont care if youre from the wrong side of the tracks jet i lvoe you so much @conquerfire
toph’s older girl cousin from her fathers side who lived in ba sing se and falls in love with jet i ALREADY told you even tho you are toph’s older girl cousin from her fathers side who lived in ba sing se and falls in love with jet and i am Jet i am from the WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS….. we CANT DO THIS ANYMORE…. i dont CAre if your father paid off his gambling debts and ur mine now…. the point is that ur toph’s older girl cousin from her fathers side who lived in ba sing se and falls in love with jet…. i will hurt you
but jet even if we’re different worlds and i’m toph’s older girl cousin from her fathers side who lived in ba sing se and falls in love with jet and i grew up wealthy and you are from the wrong side of the tracks ,,,,,,,,,,,, my heart is yours and has been since i laid my [e/c] orbs on you . my father may be a gambler but i know you would never hurt me! i love you jet and even if i am toph’s older girl cousin from her fathers side who lived in ba sing se and falls in love with jet i know we’re meant to be together
ok sounds good to me!
*goes to hotel* we have to stay here to lay low.... real freedom fighter big business u feel me..... uwu wait whats this? oh my god i thought i got a room with TWO beds but there is only ONE........ this is a sign from the moon herself, *he cries* toph’s older girl cousin from her fathers side who lived in ba sing se and falls in love with jet.... i KNEW this would happen... a boy from the wrong side of the tracks like me could never make it work with a girl like you, toph’s older girl cousin from her fathers side who lived in ba sing se and falls in love with jet.... WE’RE FROM TOO DIFFERENT OF WORLDS...
hi im toph’s older girl cousin from her fathers side who lives in ba sing se and falls in love with jet named [y/n] and my parents sold me to the freedom fighters to pay off their gambling debts i dont care if youre from the wrong side of the tracks jet i lvoe you so much @conquerfire
toph’s older girl cousin from her fathers side who lived in ba sing se and falls in love with jet i ALREADY told you even tho you are toph’s older girl cousin from her fathers side who lived in ba sing se and falls in love with jet and i am Jet i am from the WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS..... we CANT DO THIS ANYMORE.... i dont CAre if your father paid off his gambling debts and ur mine now.... the point is that ur toph’s older girl cousin from her fathers side who lived in ba sing se and falls in love with jet.... i will hurt you