𝓢𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 ᶦⁿ 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚝

seafoam in my veins, 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠

[imaguk]

𓂃₊ A PRIVATE ﹠ SELECTIVE WRITING BLOG FEATURING KATARA SIKU FROM AVATAR : THE LAST AIRBENDER. LARGELY HEADCANON BASED ﹠ WITH PERSONAL INTERPRETATIONS. MACY, SHE / HER, 21+. ﹒˖ॱ 

DOSSIER / VERSES.     PROMPTS.

‧ ‧₊˚ ⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. * ੈ✩‧₊˚

GENERAL

18+ only.    mutually exclusive.     softblock when breaking mutuals.

formatting doesn’t matter to me.     just cut your posts,   and do not use a picture/screenshot as your reply.

atla is a story inspired by and for asian / indigenous cultures. i will not entertain nor follow blogs that disrespect this.

i use memes as a way to write starters. please do not send memes if you have no intention of continuing the ones i answer.

DNI.

do not interact if you are a multi and primarily use east asian fcs    ( especially if they are korean )    because that screams fetishization to me;    write historical or real muses;     use youtubers/influencers as fcs;     and/or soley focus on sexual nsfw.

CONTENT & TAGGING

i don’t use tw tagging format,   and i only tag overtly graphic and explicit content.

this blog will have implied sexual nsfw content.     no smut. 

all potentially triggering content from the franchise are to be expected here. you know what you can and can't handle.

don't follow if themes of mental health, genocide, and war are particularly triggering to you. it's quite literally atla's entire franchise lol

SHIPPING & DIVERGENCES

this blog is multiship,   and i portray katara as bi. however, romance is typically not top priority for me and i tend to prefer other forms of dynamics:     antagonistic,   platonic,   familial,   etc.

the only notable divergence i have is that kataang is not endgame. no hate to the ship and i'm not opposed to writing it after plotting and if chemistry between wps exist, it's just not my go - to! further explanation for this is in my dossier under key notes.

primary modern portrayal of katara is of inuk descent, but with the scarcity of media resources, the fcs presented here will certainly be indigenous, but may not be inuk.

WRITER & CREDITS

i’m macy,   24,   she/her.     discord avail if u ask!

[huozhi]

we knew this was coming but azula and katara ( @imaguk ) have been moved back to my multi @heliador </3

[ljesee]

zuko doesn't know it but she's now littered sparkly butterfly clips in his hair <3 enjoy <3

🔥 BULLY ZUKO. ( always accepting! )

And  he’d  sat  perfectly  still  as  she  did  so,    hardly  concerned  by  her  hands  in  his  hair  and  clearly  stupidly  so.    If  he’d  said  something,    she  would  have  stopped.    So  obviously  he’d  said  nothing.    Zuko  says  nothing  when  she  pulls  her  hands  away  as well  even  though  he’s  got  a  complaint  on  his  tongue.    Only  when  he  turns  to  look  at  @imaguk  and  she’s  got  that  look  in  her  eye  that  usually  gets  him  into  trouble  for  her  does  he  snap,    ❝    What?    ❞  Bristling,    he  hikes  his  shoulders  to  his  ears  and  scowls.    Likely  if  he  knew  what  she’s  done  to  him,    he’d  have  more  to  say,    but  in  his  ignorance,    all  he  can  manage  is,    ❝    Stop  looking  at  me  like  that.    It’s  your  turn  to  pay  for  study  snacks,    not  mine.    ❞

[eerna]

I love her bad temper and mean words <3<3 rip every spinoff and adaptation but I'm different

[imaguk]

also katara and azula thats it

[imaguk]

ppl who slap the mother/caretaker role on katara forget shes as bratty, childish, and petty as any other teenaged girl and im tired of the one dimensional takes

[imaguk]

i hate to say it but katara's a gallon of water gal /: mf carries around a big ass jug no matter where or what

[earthfeel-deactivated20240813]

@imaguk liked for a dialogue starter !

❛  so,  i  heard  about  you  going  on  field  trip  with  zuko.  which  surprised  me  since  you  absolutely  hate  him.  and  why  is  everyone  all  of  a  sudden  going  on  trips  with  him  ?  but  seeing  that  he's  still  alive  and  in  one  piece  ...  i'm  going  to  assume  that  the  trip  went  well, i think  ?  where  did  you  guys  end  up  going  anyway  ?  nobody told me all the details. ❜ 

[imaguk]

“ it wasn't a field trip. ” too defensive, too snappy — she would blame this on the crack of dawn and her consistent lack of sleep. between the days counting down closer and closer to their impending doom, appa's snoring, and just her mind reeling more than she'd like, she couldn't find the peace she'd temporarily snatched the day they'd returned. “ he was helping me with a loose end. he was helping me track down a shadow from my past. and i dealt with it. that's really it. ” she placed a vine of berries in toph's bowl, sliding it towards her. “ and i don't hate him. ” she muttered this under her breath, burying her words with a mouthful of veggies. “ i didn't think you cared about these kinda things. they're stupid. ”

[warriorled]

❝ i'm just trying to look out for you! ❞ it comes out harsher than he intended, frustrations that had been simmering beneath the surface finally coming out. he heaves a sigh, knowing just how stubborn she can get when he is like that &&. so he decides to change tactics. perhaps then she'll actually listen to him. ❝ look, i know you're more than capable of handling this on your own, but i'm worried about you. i don't want you to get hurt. ❞

@imaguk // starter call.

[imaguk]

“ oh so now you want to be the big brother ? ” she snapped, words spilling from her lips before she could even think to stop them — because she wasn't wanting to think, she was wanting to get the last word. any louder, and they'd wake everyone else up, and that was the last thing she wanted.

the night sky enveloped them with a taunting embrace, the crescent moon their only source of light aside from the flickering lanterns in the near distance. “ i can't live this way, being sheltered. i can't go back and stay and pretend that i'm okay. ” the crease between her brows had softened as she managed to steady her own rippling frustration. “ our efforts are being threatened, what do you expect me to do ? why don't you just come with me, then ? ”

[daeneryssansa]

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER 3.03, The Painted Lady

[imaguk]

❛ because no amount of good is worth how terrible this feels. ❜

the gardens had become a place of welcomed solitary, acres of land spanning out far enough from the palace that if she deluded herself enough, she was anywhere but there. the chirping of the birds surveying the flowers and the turtleducks quacking over the shallow pond sufficed enough as distraction from the guards that stood in the near distance. she'd asked that they'd leave her alone. demanded when they'd only gone twenty feet apart. and threatened a breakdown until they were out of sight unless she squinted. she understood they were only doing their jobs, helmets withdrawn — presumably by the firelord's orders, something she'd noticed occurred in her presence.

it would have been a lie to say that she hated the second he appeared by her side, sitting beside her over the bridge where their feet dangled over the edge, just barely avoiding the water's surface. he was close enough that the edge of her robe brushed against his when she shifted in place, but far enough that she hoped he couldn't hear the pounding of her heart. she had no one else to let her anger out on since she'd been stationed in the palace, and he'd been on the receiving end of it more than she'd like. it wasn't smart, considering he was her only friend there. at least, the only one who was around enough.

“ we can't do anything about it. ” with a gentle wave of her hand, the pond's subtle current led one of the baby turtleducks away from the corner and towards the mother. “ complaining doesn't work. me blaming you doesn't work because i know you didn't plan for this. it feels immensely shitty but it doesn't matter. ” her eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, allowing the sun's heat to embrace her face before she twisted slightly towards him, iridescents trailing over his features without much subtlety. “ i don't have enough room in me to be angry anymore. it's eating at me more than it is fueling me. i approved, at the end of the day. ”

[ljesee]

❛ what are you carrying around that's so heavy? ❜

🔥 ONE PIECE. ( always accepting! )

The  tea  that’s  served  was  ordered  as  soon  as  she’d  written  to  him  about  visiting.    He’d  immediately  written  to  Sokka,    who  was  equal  parts  pleased  and  annoyed,    but  had  sent  a  shipment  anyway  if  for  Katara  alone  and  not  at  all  because  the  Fire  Lord  asked  it  of  him.    Zuko  wants  to  ask  her  if  her  rooms  are  acceptable,    if  the  furs  her  brother  sent  would  keep  her  warm  enough  despite  the  very  nature  of  his  home,    if  she  likes  the  tea  even  though  he  knows  that  she  will  because  Sokka  said  so.

Katara  beats  him  to  it,    bypassing  pleasantries  altogether.    He  has  his  own  cup  halfway  to  his  lips,    a  nervous  habit  more  than  a  desire  to  scald  his  mouth  with  the  still  -  steaming  tea,    when  she  cuts  him  to  the  quick  without  so  much  as  lifting  a  knife  or  drop  of  water  in  his  direction.    She  merely  looks  at  him  in  that  way  she  sometimes  would,    like  she  sees  something  that  he  knows  he’d  rather  she  couldn't.

Zuko  straightens.    They  are  seated  across  from  each  other  in  a  room  that  feels  too  large  for  just  the  two  of  them.    There  are  soldiers  stationed  at  the  two  doors,    each  of their  back’s  guarded  by  those  silent  sentinels;    Zuko  had  them  remove  their  helms  in  a  silent  display  of  peace  as  soon  as  @imaguk  had  joined  him.    Now  he  almost  wishes  he  himself  was  wearing  one,    if  only  to  avoid  her  scrutiny.    ❝    Why  would  you  say  that?    ❞  His  youthful  defensiveness  creeps  into  his  tone.    Zuko  stiffens  as  if  he’s  about  to  receive  a  blow,    or  as  if  he  knows  he’s  just  delivered  one  to  her  and  doesn’t  want  to  watch  the  impact.    He  sets  his  cup  down  hard  enough  that  the  ceramic  clinks  loudly.    ❝    Are  you  here  as  ambassador  or  as  therapist?    I  only  prepared  for  one  of  those  as  my  guest.    ❞

[imaguk]

the water master cared little for pleasantries, much less around those she'd faced the end of the world with. and even more less, someone who'd taken a lightning for her. more often than not, she'd caught herself right at the area of impact, like she could heal it completely just from looking alone. how much pain do you continue to carry with you, zuko ? and how much more of it do you pretend doesn't bother you ? such words would remain lodged in the back of her throat because, perhaps, she couldn't quite form them comfortably. never the right moment, never the right place. and especially now, in the heart of the fire nation, in a room shrouded in reds and yet it'd felt colder than the snowcaps back home.

so she blurted it out. it could have been about the concerning amount of layers hanging over his frame, from what must have been imported silk and tailored materials, all the way to the pins in his hair. that would be the easier topic at hand, but they both knew it was not her intention. her hands remained embraced around the small tea - cup, taking in the heat and the scent of the tea that'd been soaked with practice. it felt familiar, comforting. odd to say when she'd told herself she'd never find solace in such a place, not if she could help it. it housed more memories of bloodshed than she'd like. even if one of her most trusted was in the process of rebuilding it from the ground up.

“ i don't know. ” she shrugged, unaffected, lifting her cup towards her lips. “ your eyebrow is doing the thing when you've got too much on your mind. you always look like a constipated turtleduck when something's bothering you. like now. ” he may have been firelord but he was forever the boy whose butt she kicked. easily. she'd grown used to the fire that festered within him. understood it, even. “ what, so you'd kick me out if i said the latter ? ” her brow raised after she'd taken a sip of her tea. “ it's just a question. ” and purposely so, she mimicked his movements by slamming the cup over the plate, the sound of its impact ringing through. “ i don't like this room. ”

[imaguk]

another adaptation and they still cant pronounce yue

[imaguk]

❛ you're not gonna fuck it up. ❜

“ you don't know that ! ” she nearly shouted, heat blossoming over her cheeks at her own outburst. the muffled noise of the crowd in the distance was enough to carry her attention once more, adding to the trepidation building in her chest. a ticking time bomb counted down in her body, her heart an unwelcome, aggressive metronome taunting her. they still had half an hour to show - time for their first performance together, the waiting room nothing but absolute chaos and that was precisely why she'd left to find solitary in a nearby janitor's closet. it was dark, quieter. the in - ear device was hanging loosely around her neck and the wires were still jumbled from her initial haphazard set - up, fingers shaking with anticipation, so much so that she'd given up on any attempts of neatness.

so when she found herself face - to - face with him, having barely noticed when he'd made his entrance to her hiding space, every nasty little feeling that'd been bottled up was being unleashed. nothing personal to him, he just happened to be there. she would feel immensely guilty about it by the end of the night, she knew this. “ i'm going to forget my lines. i'm going to go off - key. i'm going to screw up so astronomically terribly that it'll become a new viral meme and not even in a good way. oh, i don't even want to think about this. ” the words grew quieter as she buried her face in her hands, shallow breaths filling the gaps of silence. “ go away, zuko. leave me to suffer. ”

[huodao]

the stoic expression on her face could be mistaken for indifference,   and it would have been,   had they have had this conversation months ago   (   agni,  has it truly been close to a year already ?   ).   mai let the silence stretch over them once more,   allowing for the bender’s words to wash over her.   how did she feel,   indeed.   mai could pretend she didn’t,   that was then and this is now.   and what did it matter if at the end she had been loyal to her nation either way.   but she knew that that wasn’t all   —   she had been loyal to her princess,   until her loyalty to her prince,   now her fire lord,   spoke louder.   the non-bender sighed,   tan eyes staring at blue ones.   “ I am sorry.   I know all the terrible things,   and I do regret them. ”   mai didn’t see the point in trying to defend herself.   she could say she didn’t know any better,   or that fear is what drove her,   but whatever was the truth,   it would not change what happened.   “ as for following her   …   I did what I did because I had to.   I could have never denied her. ”

[imaguk]

part of her felt guilty, immature, for being unable to let it go. she should let it go, she'd forgiven so much in such a short amount of time. and that was not to say she hadn't forgiven mai, but it did not erase the ache in her chest, the strike of anger still flashing like phantom pains. they were on two sides of the board, doing what they knew, what they'd been raised into. that was her rational side talking, she knew this. and yet, she couldn't help use her as an outlet of her grief. how much they could have avoided losing if not for the fire princess's constant interruptions to their plans to save the world, to survive. “ you were surviving. ” she finally stated, finding the words clearing part of the storm that weathered within. “ maybe i'm not as over it as i thought i was. everyone seems to be and it's like i was left behind. ” did it make her lesser ? weaker ? she hated that. and then she leaned forward to reach over with the teapot, “ more tea ? ”

[warriorled]

sokka winced when he opened his eyes. vision blurry and unfocused, head throbbing in pain, he tried to make sense of his immediate surroundings, but to no avail. shapes and colors seemed to swim around him, unrecognizable and confusing, like he was watching through a haze. even when he strained his eyes, he could barely perceive what was right in front of him. one hand moved to press weakly against his temple, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort he felt. a strangled groan escaped his lips, alerting one of the blobs to his right, a hazy blue figure, who leaned over his aching body.

@imaguk : ❛ how many fingers am i holding up ?  ❜

it was only then that he realized who it was. ( he'd recognize her voice anywhere, no matter how muddled his brain was. ) he tried to sit up, ignoring his body's protests, &&. instead decided to push through it until he was in a somewhat upright position. it was weirdly uncomfortable, but he didn't care. ❝ three! ❞ his response was immediate, confident ― arguably too much so. mostly, this was just a stab in the dark, a simple guess; after all, he couldn't even distinguish one finger, let alone three. [ huh, perhaps he did take a worse hit than he initially thought. ]

slowly, his eyes began to focus again, and the unrecognizable blobs turned into actual shapes. not enough to make guessing any easier for him, but enough to have him reconsider his previous answer. ❝ wait, no. it's ... four? five? no, definitely four. ❞ the numbers were drawn out as he spoke, almost like he was trying to use his sister's reaction to see which of his assumptions was correct. he had to get it right eventually ... right?

[imaguk]

it all happened too fast, a blur of events unfolding faster than the blink of an eye and there they were — surrounded in uncharted territory without aang and toph, only the wild. wild animals, to be specific. if she weren't so concerned about the state of her own brother she would have found the situation hilarious, absolutely speechless from the way they'd been bested by a creature she couldn't even conjure a name for from the depths of her learnings. so she was bent at his side, aggressively waving her hand in front of his face as if that would help his case. please no head injury, please no concussion, please. not another risk to keep in mind as they navigated the fire nation.

her brows furrowed as the guesses fell from his lips, and her expression dampened, her gestures growing more rigid as she shoved her fist in his face with steady pulses. “ focus ! ” katara was no stranger to healing, but dealing with the head was another matter of caution. it intimidated her more than she'd like to admit. of which she'd never say aloud to her brother. “ you're not even looking ! open your eyes and count. ” the tall grass surrounding them whistled with the wind's embrace, the earth rumbling beneath their weight.

" four. ” she finally corrected, gaze narrowing at him before she released a sigh. “ minor concussion for sure, but the fact that you're studying my face instead of my fingers says you should be fine. enough. ” she ran the same hand through her hair, leaning back on her heel as she finally waited a moment before bursting into laughter. “ i cannot believe that tiny thing knocked you out like that. oh, i wish the others could've seen this. can you stand up ? ”

[imaguk]

its crazy to me that people associate blood-bending katara with being "more badass" than her . usual self like yes we love vengeance and going to the dark side and embracing one's full potential blah blah blah but have u considered how disgusting it feels to blood-bend knowing u are stripping someone of their autonomy and quite literally puppeteering them? that katara was not taught this because she wanted to learn but rather it was forced upon her and now she has to carry that burden? katara is *not* hama, we won't know if katara would have ever done what hama did in the same circumstances ( aside from the southern raiders ep where she very obviously demonstrates conflict and self-disgust with herself for doing it ) but we know that *right now*, she doesn't want to. and that's ........ good enough of a reason and it doesn't make her any less "badass" and it doesn't take away her anger towards the injustices and cruelty she's been handed her entire life.