Geo

He/Him, Writer, Reader, Zutara fan, ask away! Fanart/Fanfics of my work are welcome! Just credit me and/or message me so I can see it!

[geothewriter]

Tumblr, It's been a year.

A whole big freakin year! Man, it flew by pretty quickly.

Over the past year, I've met a bunch of incredibly talented folks who craft masterpieces that made me cry, laugh, and smile like an idiot about. Y'all are absolutely amazing!

Over the past year, I've helped some people by beta reading and editing, and all the same, had my own works edited by the very talented @achillmango.

All in all, this year has been FANTASTIC. I've gotten back into writing, something I hadn't expected to ever happen again, AND I've read SO MANY WORKS by SO MANY TALENTED AUTHORS. You guys are INCREDIBLE!

Now for an announcement: My asks are open for writing requests (short one-shot styled prompts). I will complete these requests as I have time, so long as they aren't of a subject that I deem uncomfortable to write about.

Speaking of my work, over the past year, I've apparently been pretty busy! Take a look:

WIPs on AO3:

Cracks in the Throne - Unwritten A post-canon ATLA story that explores Zuko's emotional state after taking the throne.

Completed on AO3:

Vermillion Seas Cardinal Skies 251,574 An ATLA series rewrite that sets out to expand on the universe, its relationships, and the overall story. ZK

Dark Revelations 1713 An ATLA one-shot that focuses on Katara's rage after she finds out just how Zuko got his scar. No holding back here.

Zutara Week 2023 - A series of one-shots covering 2023's Zutara week prompts!

Hath No Fury 918 words An ATLA - Agni Kai one-shot focused on giving this final encounter a bit of a reincarnation twist.

Songs of the City 12,764 2024's Zutara Big Bang entry! - How a chance encounter led two people searching in the night to find a (surprising) emotion, and how their story went on and on and on and on... Inspired by some power ballads <3

Any Other Way 2765 An Atla Book 4 (Book 2) AU that is a gift for my editor's birthday :D

The Light Above the Trees 2195 An Atla Book 2 AU with a bit of an experimental low dialogue take on several encounters between Zuko and Katara around a private lake hidden in Ba Sing Se.

There and Back Again 14,093 Azulaang Week 2025! The story of a princess's journey as opposition to the Avatar to ally to something more.

The Twelfth Toll 7,313 A prompt response to an anonymous request: Could you write a Zutara take on the Cinderella ball scene?

Tumblr Posts/One Shots:

Risen from the Ashes

Zuko-centric invasion one-shot inspired by Pompeii - Bastille

Spirit of the Season

A quick holiday-themed one-shot from Zuko's POV - very warm and cozy

Dreams on the Wind - 688 Words

A very short Coffee House type One-Shot centered around a confession - Fluff

[demaparbat-hp]

Are you writing your synopsis with AI now bruh

Uhh...no? Sweetie, I just finished writing a 7k chapter for The Block. I really don't need AI to write less than one hundred words.

[geothewriter]

Just because something was written with an em dash doesn't mean it uses AI. Off with the assumptions, y'all.

[demaparbat-hp]

The Block

Read here!

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Aang didn't plan to hurt Katara—it just happened. She's already forgiven Zuko, she can forgive the Avatar too. Katara will protect Aang's innocence, even if she needs to hide her scars to do so.

Love is a battlefield, but that just means someone's bound to get hurt.

(It's alright, though—Zuko will help her heal.)

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Or: Aang's fight with Katara results in an accident more brutal than anything they've faced before. Zuko's there to pick up the pieces.

[demaparbat-hp]

*whistles innocently as I stroll into the room*

So. It shouldn't be a secret to any of you—since I've said it over and over again—that I have six WIPs currently going on in my AO3, and I'm not planning to add a new long fic to the list.

Well, technically—technically!—I didn't lie.

(The new fic isn't going to be long, alright? That has to count for something.)

The Block has around seven chapters planned, two artworks in-storage (without counting the cover), and an Official Playlist, which you can listen to right here, right now:

You won't be getting a summary yet, but the Spotify Playlist includes:

Over 90 songs by artists like Of Monsters And Men, SYML, Florence + The Machine, Twenty One Pilots, Hozier, Dead By Sunrise, etc.

Cover artwork and Playlist description that are, actually, a huge hint of the main fic storyline.

Thematically-chosen music according to themes, character dynamics, and atmosphere.

Songs organized to follow the storybeats and main events. Everything is designed to accompany and complement the fic itself!

A listening experience that tells a story, and can help you figure out ahead of time what's about to go down in The Block.

This Playlist is brought to you by sleepless hours, an unhealthy amount of attention to detail, and obsessing over lyric interpretation and character arcs. Hope you enjoy!

[geothewriter]

Helloooo

Could you write a Zutara take on the Cinderella ball scene?

I got a bit carried away with this one...and sorry it took so long to reply! Note, as this is a very long response, I'm only posting the first bit here, and linking the rest on AO3.

Something to note: I wrote this response in conjunction with both the above prompt in mind, as well as using this dark version of...twinkle twinkle little star as inspiration.

Also - massive shoutout to @demaparbat-hp for her help in editing this! :)

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The Twelfth Toll

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With unfamiliar precision, Katara painted the lines of kohl to highlight her eyes, subtly masking what made her unique. Each new layer of makeup concealed pieces of her true identity, and while it made her feel like a foreigner in her own body, it was a necessity to complete her task. 

The beads that once held her hair up in traditional loops lay hundreds of miles away, and in their stead, strands of fine golden thread wound through and around her locks. A silver adornment sat atop her head, pinning a gathered bun of hair in place. It was shaped like a flaming crescent moon, and it made her shiver to think of the implications, but as with every other piece of her outfit, it was fatally important.

With slow, deliberate motions, Katara pulled on each piece of clothing, from the too-tight cottons wrapped about her legs, to the too-heavy dress that, despite not covering every inch of her, still managed to be stifling, to the small golden phoenixes she hung from her ears; she began feeling the part she was meant to play. In her only act of defiance to the entire charade, she tied the pendant of blue around her neck. It hung in contrast to her entire ensemble – a poignant display of resistance that would require the fabrication of yet another lie – but it was the one thing she would never give up. 

She placed her hands on her lap and sighed at the reflection of the person in the mirror. This was temporary. This wasn’t who she really was. It never would be. 

The knock at the door hardly startled her when it arrived, and she only turned her head marginally to answer its call. “Come in,” she said with a practiced tone.

“It’s almost time,” Sokka warned solemnly. “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s going to be dangerous.”

“I have to,” Katara replied with resignation. “I was chosen, and I won’t turn my back on the tribe.”

Sokka grimaced as he saw her reflection in the mirror and spoke quietly. “We should get going, then. They started accepting palanquins not long ago.” 

Katara looked down at the glass vial on the desk in front of her, then back at her reflection, peering into the depths of her own eyes. In them, she saw her childhood, her present trepidation, and her future, all swirling in an endless sea of tumultuous sapphire blue. They were the one feature she loved most about herself in the few moments where she accepted vanity.

Sokka caught her gaze and reached for the vial as he spoke. “Master Hama said this would not be pleasant.” 

“I know,” Katara said quietly as she grasped the desk and braced herself.

An abrupt hiss accompanied the pop as Sokka unstoppered the vial. In an instant, the smell of sulfur reached her nose, rotten and dreadful. While she was still unwavering in her dedication to her task, she hated this more than anything else that was required of her on this night.

With a harsh swallow, Sokka moved to hold the vial over Katara’s eyes as she tilted her head back. “Remember, you have six hours until this wears off. You need to get out before it does.”

“I’m ready,” she whispered, and two drops of liquid fell into each of her eyes. 

The burn was immediate and absolute. It radiated into the core of her very being, searing itself into her memory. The pain was worse than any she had ever experienced, and she felt her lids slide shut, but she forced them back open and peered into the mirror. She watched as the beautiful, normally languid blues in her eyes began to ripple and fight an imminent change. Flecks of ochre began to appear where there was once cyan, amber replaced the cerulean, and, at last, gold took the place of sapphire. 

She was no longer Katara. For tonight’s ball at the Fire Nation Royal Palace, she would wear the name Heki in the same manner that she wore the foreign dress, face paint, and the eyes that no longer belonged to her.

When they stepped into the palanquin, Sokka whispered to her, “Remember, you’re there to gather information. Don’t start anything, and whatever you do, stay away from the Prince.”

Heki nodded and drew the half-face mask from her sleeve, fitting it over her nose and eyes, completing the entire look. “I’ll be safe, Sokka,” she muttered as they were carried toward the palace.

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Keep reading on AO3.

[demaparbat-hp]

Zuko had always been so different from Lu Ten, but they both shattered the same.

For the memories and their revival. Spitfire's third chapter, All This Echoing (read here!) tastes bittersweet. There's depth in the unsaid, so listen closely.

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Spitfire Chapter III: All This Echoing

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Oh, what is it worth? All that's left is hurt.

—Queen of Peace by Florence + The Machine

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“Lu Ten?”

He checked inside the bathroom. Under the bed. Inside the trunk. Behind the low table.

“Game’s over, Ten Ten. Come out now.”

The kid wasn’t there.

“Lu Ten!”

My little brother isn’t here.

[demaparbat-hp]

Spitfire Chapter III: All This Echoing

Read here!

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Oh, what is it worth? All that's left is hurt.

—Queen of Peace by Florence + The Machine

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“Lu Ten?”

He checked inside the bathroom. Under the bed. Inside the trunk. Behind the low table.

“Game’s over, Ten Ten. Come out now.”

The kid wasn’t there.

“Lu Ten!”

My little brother isn’t here.

[demaparbat-hp]

You’re interesting.

Interesting.

She chokes on air.

Can our girl please get a minute? She needs it.

Callbacks and Oh moments seem to be the norm for Akai Kotou. Chapter V, Nothing to Fear (read here!) follows said law faithfully.

[geothewriter]

CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR TUMBLR ANNIVERSARY, GEO!! 🔥🔥🔥🎂🎂🎂👏👏👏🥳🥳🥳

Thank you for the talent you being to Zutara fandom and passion you have for Zutara that is evident in everything you write. 💜 💜

Could i request a Zuatara meet-cute in a coffee shop pretty please?☕

Dreams on the Wind

Zuko softly closed the door to the rooftop portion of his Uncle's tea shop with definitive finality and carried his cup to the far railing. He didn't bother looking around – nobody was ever up here, just him and the doves. 

He stared out over the city, at the setting sun, the clouds, and the approaching breeze that rustled distant trees in the park. Zuko didn't understand how, earlier, she looked so sad when she smiled.

He'd do everything in his power to never let those eyes look so unhappy. Make sure she never had to hide a frown behind a smile. Be there for her. But that wasn't something he could do, not now. He wasn't hers, and he probably never would be.

"I…I care about her.” He shared his secret with the sunset.” She's helped so many people. Had such an impact on my life…and here I am, talking to the damn sun.” He took a sip of his tea, stared into the distance, gulped a breath, and let the rest of his thoughts flow. “I know we all have flaws. But…hers are somehow just...different. They don't feel like problems. They make her, her."

He softly pounded the wood of the railing and stared into his cup.

"If only she knew how the rest of the world sees her. How I see her. I wish I could tell her the way I feel about her. Every part of her beautiful self." He sighed as the leaves began to quiver in the approaching wind. 

Taking a moment to stand quietly, Katara approached him unheard and leaned against a light pole, took a sip of her tea, and took a breath, wanting to help her friend. She had watched him from the table just beside the roof entrance. Watched him obliviously walk to the railing and watched him pound his fist on the wood in frustration as he spoke.

"She must be lucky," Katara said softly with a small smile, "The girl you're confessing your feelings for to the sunset."

Zuko turned, and his eyes were aflame with secrets unsaid, then in an instant, they unraveled before her.

"It's you." His words swept across the rooftop on a warm breeze that stole the air from her lungs, and the cup dropped from her hands, falling to the floor.

"Zuko?" Her voice was barely a whisper as she asked the question, begging to understand the depth.

Crossing the threshold of the unknown into a world of certainty had never felt so perfect, so right, so meant to be in the instant it took for him to reach her, his arms to wrap around her, her head to fall on his chest, and she knew in her very soul that there was no other thought. He was hers, and she would always be his. 

It was a fairy tale, she knew, but she didn't care. Not now, not for her. He was right. She had done so much for others, and she decided right then, with the warm wind whispering past her ears, that this was for her. Her moment to have hope. She could dream up a million fairy tales, but this, in this silly moment atop the tea shop in the southern district of the city, was real, and she was going to hold onto it for every second she could.

And the wind blew on, carrying with it hopes and dreams and potential futures. It flitted through windows, caressed lines strung with laundry, and leisured through winding city streets. It passed across the city, over its walls, and around the world, promising a potential for change to those who opened their hearts to it.

Change happens to everyone in all walks of life, sometimes good, sometimes bad. And in those tiny moments, insignificant to the world, but immeasurably important to us, time will stop for just an instant, long enough to be recognized, but never enough to memorize the feel. An instant can change everything. Sometimes it's worth the risk to let it.

Be brave. Love deeply. Live life. And most importantly, be you.

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This....this took entirely too much time for me to get to, but we're here. I know it's a bit different from a coffee shop meet-up, but I ended up getting a vision that fit it - thanks in no small part to Dreams by The Cranberries.

Anyway, this thing consumed my mind for a few days, and finally, I'm getting around to posting it. Again, I'm sorry, Mango, for this taking so long. But here we go! (Expect another ask to be answered shortly!)

[katydoodles]

Yeah I finally finished the last two prompts from @azulaangweek

For the prompt proposal, just thought about an office AU, a business proposal 🤪

lol and for the prompt Guardian… just Zuko being a guardian to Anila while Azula and Aang argue.

That concludes azulaang week 2025 for me 🫣

[demaparbat-hp]

Sokka grins, and Katara hears half a dozen groans coming from the warriors. Even Jian Li pales, a considerable feat given the shade of red he'd been sporting not a second ago.

May the spirits have mercy on Sokka's soul, because the girls won't.

Witness as our boy gets the chauvinism beat out of him in Akai Kotou's Chapter V: Nothing To Fear (read here!).

[demaparbat-hp]

Akai Kotou — Chapter V: Nothing To Fear

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“So...who is he?”

“The, uh, the one in charge of taking care of Appa. And Momo. I think.” Katara fiddles with her braid and looks away. She tries not to choke when saying his name. “Jian Li.”

The boys tilt their heads in question.

I will not blush I will not blush I will not—

“The golden-eyed boy.”

Sokka groans and smacks his face against the tatami. “Why am I not surprised?”

[demaparbat-hp]

Say enough, say enough

Did I let her know, let her know?

If I found my body in chains

I'd lay down and wait

And hope she looks for me

The Craving by Twenty One Pilots

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THE CRAVING

Arc III: And hope she looks for me

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But I swear that I will give more than I take away.

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It's a wrap! This AU means so much to me, and I've loved sharing it with all of you for these past few weeks. The next post will include the full comic. Thank you for all the love!

[geothewriter]

This was an incredible series @demaparbat-hp! Thank you for allowing me to be a part of it (brainstorming some of the dialogue)!

This was an absolute home run!

(Also omg, seeing those final few panels in their end form is SO FREAKING AMAZING!)

[demaparbat-hp]

THE CRAVING

Arc III: And hope she looks for me

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And I just hate to put this on her.

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THE CRAVING

Arc III: And hope she looks for me

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...that cripples every step we take.