Claire Keane
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we're not kids anymore.
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Love Begins
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@kakiaktok
#KAKIAKTOK. translation: clear water.
A STUDY IN: the inciting incident, embodying hope despite hopelessness, fluidity & resilience, SURVIVOR'S GUILT, the she - tempest, etc.
i. carrd. ii. verses. iii. prompts.
affiliates: @fyrbends ♡, @kakushiha
mains: @seismictoph
i know i've been quiet but i need to make sure people know that yes, i have seen s2 of the live action.
@seismictoph sent: that depends. are you done lying to me?
morbid curiosity ... / accepting.
toph's response was like a sudden splash of arctic water directly to her lungs. it straightened her posture & disrupted the rhythm of her heartbeat. even her arms seemed frozen in midair, fingers just a few breaths away from the pretty hand mirror she had been eyeing. in the clear glass, katara could plainly see her expression reflected back at her. eyes wide, lips barely parted - innocuous at first glance, but the undercurrent of a storm brewing in her ocean-blue hues. they clouded in the image before her until she forced herself to inhale deeply, breathing out as much of the tension that threatened to weave its way into her body as possible.
❝ i'm not lying to you. or to anyone. ❞ she replied, the words rushed & clipped. katara turned away from the stall without a second glance towards the disappointed shopkeep who had clearly been hoping to secure a sale. ❝ i don't know why everyone keeps acting like i'm ... ❞ the waterbender couldn't find the words. some deeper, darker part of her wanted to ask if toph had heard something different from her brother - or, worse yet, from aang himself. it was bad enough back home, where some of her fellow tribesfolk would send pitying glances her way when she thought she couldn't see, when they would offer themselves as compassionate listeners, should she ever need an ear. as if she hadn't already made peace with her decision to break up with the avatar.
❝ i'm fine. i've been fine, actually. for months now. ❞
* SUMMERTIME SENTENCE STARTERS !
masterlist of summer themed sentence starters. 👙🌊☀️🏖
❝ want to come pick fresh strawberries with me? ❞
❝ OW! this sunburn hurts! ❞
❝ let’s go to the beach! ❞
❝ you look beautiful in this field of sunflowers. let me get a picture. ❞
❝ i forgot my beach ball. can we stop in the store real quick? ❞
❝ i made lemonade. ❞
❝ you look like you could use a fresh glass of lemonade. ❞
❝ so, the summer carnival is tonight. want to come with? ❞
❝ how does my sand castle look? ❞
❝ beach trip? ❞
❝ i love fireworks! ❞
❝ the waves are perfect for surfing today. ❞
❝ let’s get cotton candy at the food court. ❞
❝ come sit on the sand and watch the stars with me… ❞
❝ no diving off the shallow end! ❞
❝ i can’t swim. ❞
❝ i’m scared to dive in. you make it look easy! ❞
❝ help me set this water slide up? ❞
❝ let’s go to the water park! ❞
❝ i love the water park! thank you for bringing me here. ❞
❝ let’s go down THAT giant water slide! ❞
❝ are you done mowing the grass yet? i’m bored. ❞
❝ it’s SO hot out. ❞
❝ i’m melting into a popsicle. ❞
*offers popsicle*
*shoots the water hose at you*
❝ oops! sprayed you with the hose! just thought you needed cooling off. ❞
❝ ow! ow! the sand is burning my feet! ❞
❝ will you teach me how to swim? ❞
❝ come swim suit shopping with me. ❞
❝ this bathing suit or this one? ❞
❝ is the water cold? ❞
❝ i got sand in places sand should never be… ❞
❝ i want a popsicle. pretty please? ❞
❝ you’re going to get a sunburn if you don’t put sunscreen on! ❞
❝ you need sunscreen. ❞
❝ i can’t swim… ❞
❝ let’s go boating. ❞
❝ can we get an ice cream? ❞
❝ what ice cream flavor do you want? ❞
❝ i see the ice cream truck! ❞
❝ want to have a picnic at the beach? ❞
❝ i forgot my floaties. ❞
❝ can we get this giant sea turtle float?! ❞
❝ do you need a life jacket? ❞
❝ you can’t jump in the lake without your life jacket! ❞
❝ i love the smell of sea salt. don’t you? ❞
❝ thanks for coming to the cook out. ❞
*at a cookout* ❝ do you want a cheeseburger, corn dog or hot dog? ❞
❝ you should totally buy that swimsuit! ❞
*at the beach* ❝ the wind is messing up my hair! ❞
❝ happy summer! ❞
❝ i wanna make sure that my sandcastle is the best! ❞
*on the boardwalk* ❝ check out my rollerskating skills! ❞
❝ want to go rollerskating? ❞
❝ water balloon coming your way! ❞
❝ please, please, PLEASE no scary movie marathon! ❞
❝ build a sandcastle with me! ❞
❝ no running at the pool! ❞
*at the pool or the lake* ❝ i’m jumping in! ❞
❝ no, my sandcastle is the best. ❞
❝ let’s pick seashells. ❞
❝ look! i found this huge seashell! ❞
❝ i’ll show you how to find shark teeth. ❞
❝ i saw a dolphin! ❞
*at a hotel* ❝ this oceanfront room is the best. ❞
*heading out to the beach, lake or pool* ❝ i got the cooler ready. do you got our towels? ❞
❝ let’s go camping. ❞
*at a campfire* ❝ i brought the marshmallows for the s’mores. ❞
❝ let’s make s’mores. ❞
❝ let’s grill out this evening. ❞
❝ your camper is so cool! ❞
*snuggling significant other* ❝ i love this camper. it’s so cute and cozy. ❞
*slips on the public pool patio*
*waving for help in pool/lake ocean* ❝ i think i’m sinking! ❞
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sokka and katara
wahoo first atla art! i draw them way less than i should,,,my children,,,also man i Struggled with the background for this one lmao and you can tell
she can't. he can't. he knows this. and despite her insistence on leaving and her confirmation of the fact that she can't, he doesn't feel her pull away. and he knows that what she's saying, beneath the hushed tones of her voice is the truth. what's between them now, possibly always, can only ever be this because of the life they've chosen to live. he knows she can't stay because she's someone else's to hold, to love, to cherish. and he can't help that all of their history and all of their feelings are reduced to glasses of wine and whispered conversations held at night while their chosen partners sleep soundly elsewhere. he knows she can't. he knows he can't. but in the dimly lit room, illuminated only by candle light, he'll take every stolen moment with her he can help.
❛ i know. ❜ his voice is barely above a whisper as he breathes the words into the palm of her hand. his lips graze her skin and it takes everything in him not to close the distance that they've already stolen. i know. the words linger in the space between them, his eyes closed as his head stays cradled by her. his lips just resting in her hand and he knows all it would take is the intention to kiss her there. to feel the very hands that have saved his life more times then he'd like to admit. you know i can't. and the words sit with him heavy because mai is somewhere asleep in the palace unaware. palace workers tip toe around at night to make sure everything is in place. and he knows that this is wrong and that they shouldn't. he knows he should agree and pour out their wine and make sure she gets back to him safely. but he's selfish when it comes to katara.
he opens his eyes finally, looking up at her from his place sprawled along the pillows. ember eyes take in her face and everything that she's saying. he notices her habit of biting her lip and he knows that she understands where they both stand. the understanding that they shouldn't be together, that they have other people, but right now it's different. right now she is not the ambassador of the southern water tribe, she's not a chieftain's daughter, and she's not the avatar's girlfriend. right now he's not the fire lord, the black sheep of his family, a disgrace to the fire nation ways. right now they are just them. katara and zuko. and he knows that what's between them right now is the same experience as it was all those years ago after confronting the southern raiders. and it's this that cracks his heart wide open now in a way only she could bring out.
❛ i know you have to go be with him. ❜ and the way his voice comes out is pained, almost as if aang is the one intruding on their life and not the other way around. but there's enough wine in him to forget the unspoken rule that was between them both. and in the glow of the moonlight, wine on their tongues, heart in hand, zuko can't help himself. he presses his lips into her palm, a silent please in the movement before he rests his cheek back in her hand. ❛ but stay with me anyway ? just... a little bit longer. ❜ his looks up at her, a yearning in his eyes that borders on begging her to stay. to steal this moment with him just a little bit longer.
the instant his lips press against her palm, a surge of electricity pierces her skin. it tingles. the sensation lingers in her veins, traveling along the length of her wrist & into her forearm. katara can almost feel the sensation in the rush of heat that rises to her cheeks, darkening her wine-blush with something far more ambiguous. instinctively, her gaze lingers on the space where his skin meets hers. it is as though she were warming herself by the gentlest hearth, the same comforting heat coaxing every muscle in her body to relax, to melt, to let her sink into the presence of him. slowly, as though any movement may shatter the fragile intimacy of the night, katara leans into his orbit, a wave of loose curls cascading over her shoulder with the shift. it tickles her skin & leaves air catching briefly in her throat.
❝ you are making it really, really hard to say no. ❞ she confesses in a breathless whisper. she knows if she did, if she were firm in her convictions, that they were both more than capable of simply burying this night & all of its temptations deep inside themselves. they could seal every treacherous thought they had away, bound by lock & key, & stand in mutual agreement to simply let it stay lost with every other late night conversation or too vulnerable letter. another secret that didn't have to mean anything. they were just two friends, two close friends. & anything that implied otherwise wasn't a reality that they could ever possibly live in. not with the obligations on their shoulders, the vows they'd made. this was how things were supposed to be.
yet in this moment, made bold & stupid by the moonlight & the wine, katara wants to tell him. she wants to stare deep into the molten gold of his gaze & tell him that he lingers always in the periphery of her mind. that her heart jumps every time she finds herself along his shores, anticipation making her fingers twitch to bring her closer, move her faster, to see him sooner. how she can still taste rainwater & grief & him on the edge of her lips when she lets her memory wander too far in moments of stillness. how desperately she wants to close the little space that remains between them & rediscover that flavor again.
but she can't tell him. she can't hold him. she can't kiss him.
this is how things are supposed to be.
that simple truth strains as katara gently rests her forehead against zuko's. her gaze takes shelter from the intensity of his as she allows herself to close her eyes & bask in the strange tenderness of this moment. she knows she shouldn't. but she's tired of only doing what she should. the least she deserves is this, stolen though it may be. ❝ -- until the candle burns out. ❞ she promises, asserts, yields. ❝ i can ... stay until the candle burns out. but then i have to go. ❞ it wasn't much, but it would let them continue to pretend. even for just a little bit longer.
she is water: powerful enough to drown you, soft enough to cleanse you, deep enough to save you.
#KAKIAKTOK: master katara of the southern water tribe. post-war focused, heavily headcanon influenced. trained by nai ( 25+, she / her ).
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❝ Sure , Katara . Whatever you say ❞ Toph rolled her eyes , before blowing a puff of air to the fringe of her bangs, both of them knew that whatever she was reading is not for relaxation. Not when there's a lot of colorful label stickers plastered on different page to remind her of the things she needs to remember. To hear her apologize was music to toph's ears , it was a rare occassion that the other acknowledges her mistake when it comes to toph beifong , && the younger of the two already predicts that after she apologize , katara would deflect the blame towards her. && B I N G O !! she was correct . Giving katara a raised of an eyebrow && pointed look not wanting to argue so instead toph just let out a tired sigh , as she raised her hand , signaling for the waiter to come with a menu. Once the food list was given , she started looking at the list. ❝ Actually, i'm feeling quite generous today, go order whatever you like, my treat . ❞ It sounded genuine coming from toph, but truthfully the reason why she called katara here was not only to hang out but there's something more the younger of the two would like to share.
it's a testament to the foundation of their friendship that katara recognizes that ' sure ' as a universal toph-ism, & a clear signal of the fact that she wasn't believed. but it was also a sign she understood well enough to know that the issue was better left untouched. considering she'd already been less than courteous by showing up late, the least she could do was honor the unspoken olive branch for what it was.
❝ you know you don't have to treat me. ❞ & though katara's sincere, there's a hint of exhaustion to the objection. this isn't a common subject of their conversations, but it's happened more than once. considering the small stack of books she brought to their little meeting, there was no question to the levels of fatigue currently weighing down on her. she didn't have the energy to pick this particular fight today. ❝ but if you're really feeling that generous, i won't complain. ❞
they are inside a rather nice, modest cafe. the menu is simple, something that katara finds herself oddly grateful for. her mental capacity feels spent. she needs simple choices for just a few minutes. ❝ especially since i'm usually the one inviting you out. ❞
when it comes to your portrayal of katara, i feel as if you have completed katara's character where bryke have failed. you add this depth to her where you allow for her rage, her anger at the injustice of the world she lives in, and yet you have her as this active force as opposed to a passive observer. she works to change the world and truly embody her element, that of change. honestly its one of the more grounded takes of katara and it's one i will always adore and love no matter what. you're a blessing to the blog.
tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal. / accepting.
THE katara. you understand her in a way that i feel most people don’t. you let her be kind and soft but you don’t shy away from her rage and messiness and bad decisions and it really makes her feel like a real person. everything you write is amazing and feels like it’s just pulled from atla.
tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal. / accepting.
tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal
he swallows the lump that's formed in his throat and the fire that engulfed his body. he knows about katara's mother and the shared loss that they've both experienced. he stares out at the night sky in silence as he tries to focus on the stars a million miles away. he blinks back the tears that have formed in his right eye making his vision equally blurry until the night finally focuses around him. it's a strange line of sight he's gotten used to. a field of pin point stars that fall away into a blur of points in the night sky. he wonders if his mother is looking at the same night sky, if his father was telling the truth, and he wonders if katara was able to experience this with her mother before she died.
❛ what was your mother like ? ❜ he turns his head slightly to look away from the sky to her. she blurs before he tilts his head to allow his right eye to bring her further into focus. he can see in the moonlight the sorrow on her face and his brow furrows in thought. ❛ was she like you or sokka ? ❜ he offers a smile at the thought of a woman being anything like sokka. he could, however, imagine a woman as strong and passionate as katara.
despite herself & the gravity of this moment, katara cannot help the dry, breathless hint of laughter that shakes her shoulders. ❝ both, i think ? ❞ the uncertainty stings, a combination of honesty & the realization that some of those memories had already started the awful, awful process of fading from her mind, slipping through her fingers like sand. she wanted to remember every detail of her mother for the rest of her life. the knowledge that she couldn't, no matter how hard she tried, felt suffocating.
❝ she was amazing. ❞ the words are harder now, desperately trying to not catch in her throat. she pushes through, forcing her gaze to remain fixated on the stars above. if she looked at zuko now, she isn't convinced she could finish her thoughts. seeing such familiar grief reflecting back at her when she was trying to give voice to a ghost would simply be too much.
❝ kind and gentle ... she was always there. she knew the perfect remedy for everything. if we were sick, or hurt - ❞ tears form in the corners of her eyes, trails that flow down the sides of her face. the hands resting over her midsection press harder against her stomach, determined to hold together the grieving parts of her, less she crumble into the beach itself. ❝ she always just ... knew exactly what we needed. ❞
there's so much more she wants to say. details & fragments of the person kya was, of the stories she would tell, the meals she would prepare, even the way she would greet the villagers of wolf cove as if each was a member of her own family. as if by sharing every piece of her, katara could recreate the most accurate picture of her mother possible - share all the wonder & astonishment that she'd once contained.
❝ i hope i can become even half of the woman that my mother was. ❞ she finishes, quiet & small.
(x)
Robert Jones, Jr., from 'The Prophets'
Katara, arguarbly the most fiery and just member of the GAang, passively watched as her husband (and father to her children) neglected and became absent to 2 of her 3 children, simply because they weren't born air-benders.
Katara, the most out-spoken character in the GAang, becoming submissive and quiet to appease her partner, holding her tongue as to not hurt her boyfriend/husband's feelings and always prioritizing his feelings over her own.
Katara, who deeply values her culture, heritage and home, choosing to reside far-away from her family and friends, just so her husband can be closer to Republic City.
Katara, who taught the Avatar, who mastered water-bending in less than a year, who helped defeat Azula and ended the one-hundred year war... Not being honored with one statue, being reduced to the Avatar's wife and mother of his children, becoming known as a healer when she was one of the best benders of her time.
Bryke, you shall pay for what you did to her.
