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⤷ hello, DOROTHEE ANNE here 18 aquarius infp

also known as clark kent’s wife. (& @angel-lisamarie)

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HOW TO WIN AN ARGUMENT WITH KATARA ─── sokka has exactly one foolproof way to end an argument with his sister.

katara had been up sokka’s ass all day. they had been arguing all morning, much to the gaang’s chagrin.

katara was just going off about how he never actually helped around camp. that it was always her cleaning up after him. he had also been leaving his gear all over. she said that it like they were back home again in the south pole when katara would have to wash his dirty socks.

katara was halfway of getting her point across by yelling in his face when sokka had had just about enough of her. he only had one plan and he prayed it worked. in a blink of an eye, he ducked and wrapped his arms around her waist. he immediately hoisted her over his shoulder like a back of potatoes.

“you asshole! put me down!” katara scolded him as her feet kicked uselessly in the air as her braid swung back and forth. “sokka, i swear to all the spirits!” all sokka did was grin. he kept one hand balanced on her back and the other around the back of her knees.

he didn’t flinched as she pounded on his back with her fists. katara was more offended by the embarrassment than the actual situation.

katara’s own boyfriend didn’t even bother to help. aang laughed so hard he almost felt off of appa’s saddle. zuko was watching and retelling it back for toph who had her feet planted so she could see. sokka kept walking as if carrying an outrage waterbender was the most natural thing in the four nations. thankfully for her brother, katara gave up and just crossed her arms.

she knew from experience that there was basically no point in struggling with her brother. he would put her down when he got tired. the only thing stronger than her brother’s grip was his ability to be the most annoying thorn in his sister’s side.

by the time he set her back down, she immediately shoved him back with both hands. he stumbled back, laughing so hard that he freaking tears in his eyes. “you are such an- ugh!”

katara couldn’t even hold the glare for more than a few minutes before she bursted out laughing alongside her big brother. it was so infuriating but that was only because sokka had done exactly what he had set out to do in the first place.

he’d made her laugh. and katara was just pissy that sokka knew her so well. that was the worse part, katara thought. he retreated back to when they were kids and picked her up and just threw her over his shoulder. the gaang just watched her lose a battle against her big brother’s childish behavior.

sokka knew exactly what he was doing. of course he fucking did. “you suck and that’s sad.” katara said, throwing her braid behind her back. sokka placed a hand over his chest dramatically, pretending to be offended and upset. “i suck? after i so bravely rescued you from the dangers of your own lecture?”

“my lecture was about you leaving your fucking shit scattered everywhere in camp!” katara scolded him again. unfortunately, she could tell she was basically losing this conversation.

“like i said, dangerous.” sokka replied, smugly. katara rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “you’re just unbelievable.”

“and yet, dear sister,” sokka said, throwing an arm around her shoulders as they started walking back toward camp, “you love me.” she opened her mouth to argue and then shut up because unfortunately, he was right.

katara looked over at him. this was the boy who used to try to protect their village with nothing but a club and a boomerang and he was also the boy who joked when things hurt because he didn’t know what else to do.

“yeah,” she finally admitted. “i guess i do.”

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Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

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Binged the entire series in 3 days and have now been afflicted with Kataang brainrot

Anyways!

How I imagine the two would dress on their wedding day :}

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— the medium’s files ∬ ֗ ₊

ა ˙˖ summary → you don’t work for batman. you don’t work with batman. you simply have an arrangement: when the dead refuse to rest, he calls you.

❦ chapter one: before the bodies fall

❦ chapter two: haunted men don’t sleep

❦ chapter three: batman, interrupted

content warnings: brief hospitalization/injuries, mentions of child death, themes of guilt and survivor’s guilt, panic attacks, themes of grief, loss, and mourning, religious imagery & séances

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⧽ HOW YOU WON OVER THE BATKIDS ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꕀ. ۫

you weren’t scared of wayne manor. you were not scared of wayne manor. it was just a place. full of ghosts and spirits that hadn’t passed on...okay, so maybe you were a little bit scared. but being a medium was your gift, you were born with it so you hung out with earthbound spirits all the time.

yeah, sure, people looked at you funny on the street but you were used to it after having done this for years on end. you were here today because alfred had asked for you.

the kids had been complaining about odd things happening around the manor. vases moving on their own, sounds late at night. that kind of thing. you pulled your lips to the side and pounded on the heavy door. you clutched your purple velvet bag in your hand, rocking back and forth on your heels. you turned around to watch the cars pass by.

you were wearing a black wide brim hat, black fishnet leggings with stars, a purple poncho with star swirls and stars. you paired all of that with your signature black boots. your poncho covered your dragonfly tattoo on your shoulder. for jewelry, you went for purple bangles and black triangle stud earrings.

you heard the door open and as you turned around the to face alfred, you smiled. “hi, alfred.” you said, letting him lead you inside. he held out his hands to take your hat. you watched as alfred hung it up on the hat rack. you waited for him to show you to bruce wayne.

you followed him into the kitchen where all the kids were. you knew who everyone was since you had met them at galas and work related events before. dick was leaning against the counter, eating an apple. tim was at the kitchen island on the computer. damian was pointing out things to tim and jason was rummaging through the fridge.

“father is working.” damian said, glaring. he spun his chair around to face you. you realized that they all were looking at you with a glare. you pulled your lips to the side and sat down at the island.

“i’m not here for your father, damian.” that was a complete lie. “i’m here for you boys.” you said, leaning your elbows on the counter with a smug look on your face. “i’ve heard some stories about this place, i want to know if they’re true.”

“alfred, what have you told her?” dick asked.

“nothing at all, master grayson.” alfred said, smugly.

the old man and you shared a glance as he left you and the batkids alone. you leaned back and crossed your arms over your chest. the boys all sat on the other side of the island, facing you.

“i’ve heard voices in the bat-” tim started before jason jabbed him in the side. you smirked, you obviously knew the millionaire playboy bruce wayne was the batman. that was the easiest game of connect the dots you had ever played.

“i know about bruce.” you stated, as if this common knowledge everyone knew. you had put 2 and 2 together at a gala. you knew an empath and knew he had just been in a fight. his energy was totally off. well, more off than usual.

“fuck.” dick cursed. “how?”

“pretty fuckin’ obvious.”

“how do you know father?” damian asked, staring at hole into your soul. good fuck. you weren’t going to tell them that you screwed their dad sometimes. you didn’t really know what to call your relationship with bruce. friends with benefits? that was probably the best way to describe what you were at this point.

“we’re...work friends. he had a few spirits attached to him and they wouldn’t leave me alone. so i told him, i had to or they wouldn’t cross over. and that’s my job. making spirits cross over.”

the boys looked at each other. “are there spirits here now?” in fact there were. an elderly woman who you’d been ignoring for the past few hours because you wanted to focus on the batkids today. she was a woman with silver hair and blue eyes. you weren’t sure who she was but you knew she wasn’t haunting anyone here in the manor.

“yes, an elderly woman named hollis. been with me since this morning.” you side eyed the spirit which made you seem like you were looking at nothing. “if you don’t stop yelling in my ear, hollis, i’m not going to help you.” you told the elderly spirit.

after that, the boys were all over you. they wanted to know everything about your gift. you didn’t really consider this a gift but whatever. talking to spirits ran in your family. only the women on your mother’s side could see and speak to earthbound spirits. you loved and hated this job.

after a while, bruce came home and walked into the living room. the two of them locked eyes and had a moment. “what are you doing here?” bruce asked.

“alfred called me about spirits. the boys helped. we have helped three ghosts cross over today.” you explained, twisting your ring. “your mother says hello.”

“i’ve told you to stop speaking to my mother.”

“i can’t help that she comes to me randomly, bruce. she says you like me.” you smirked. “what do you say to that?”

“my mother lies. besides, we have rules.”

“whatever you say, bruce.” you said, gathering your things until you felt a hand on your waist. you looked up and saw him looking into your eyes. you rolled your eyes.

“stay over tonight?” bruce asked.

“goodnight, bruce.” you said, grabbing your hat from where alfred put it earlier that day. you walked out the door, pulling your phone out of your bag. you checked your messages from the playboy millionaire and smiled to yourself.

BRUCE: Tonight at 8:00? I’ll come over to yours. I’ll even bring that chocolate you like.

YOU: tonight at 8:00. don’t be late and leave your shoes at the door, i’ll already be in bed. bring the milk chocolate.

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i’m literally so obsessed with the fact that despite katara jumping into his arms and having to standing on her toes, aang still has to bend his knees so she can reach

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that look of love never changed even after all these years <33

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my fucking kataang renaissance 😭😭😭

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ugh clark kent is so special to me

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katara the prettiest girl ever🥹 i am finally done with exams so i had some time to draw again

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some more water tribe siblings sketches

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recently I got back into atla

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“katara doesn’t have a statue because she didn’t have the same role in creating republic city” without katara there wouldn’t BE a republic city, aang literally wouldn’t have even alive without her

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﹐﹢﹕☁️﹒marriage advice ─── how avatar aang and master katara keep their marriage alive after years of being together.

aang rarely gave his wife attitude or trouble. rarely in the sense that he never had before. the only time that it were to happen is if he had just came back from a long week of traveling or a particular rough meeting with the firelord and his people. the avatar and his wife had been married for ten years at this point. they had three kids together as well.

bumi was eight, kya was three and tenzin was only ten months. aang loved being married, loved his children. he was just stressed today, everything was out of wack in the fire nation. zuko had told him that there were still, after all these years, citizens loyal to his father. aang offered to speak to these loyalists and it was fine until those loyalists attacked him and the firelord.

aang made his way home to air temple island on his glider. appa was getting grumpy in his old age so aang only took appa if it was the whole family, which was rare these days. if it was just aang, he was fine with just his glider. he was greeted by his daughter throwing himself at his legs and he tried to pry her off so he could have her in his arms but she planted herself on his foot and wouldn’t move. so aang was forced to walk with a three year old attached to his leg.

“kya, please let go of your father. he’s exhausted after his long trip to see uncle zuko, i’m sure.” katara scolded her only daughter from where she was feeding tenzin, or at least trying to. usually he latched pretty quickly but now he would just move his face everywhere but katara’s breast. aang could tell that katara had been at this for a minute or two.

kya finally got off of her father’s leg and ran over to her big brother, tugging at him to set her on the kitchen counter, which he did or else, he would have to listen to her cry. katara smiled at her husband but aang was just too exhausted. he barely picked his hand up to wave at his wife, he saw the way katara’s brows knit together.

“sweetie?” katara called out as aang set his glider aside. as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t follow her husband since she had a baby attached to her breast. so she had to wait, instead. she just hated waiting.

“just give me a minute, katara, spirits.” kya and bumi exchanged looks but didn’t sat anything. katara knit her brows together and huffed. what in the world was his problem today? she shifted tenzin so he was right against her breast and finally, he latched. after minutes, she finally got him to eat. he was being very stubborn today, like his father.

that night, after dinner, aang was still giving katara attitude. he never gave her attitude. whenever bumi got upset or annoyed at katara, aang would tell him to “not speak to my wife like that.” katara, at this point, was panicking. this was because if aang had a problem, he would have came to her already. he hadn’t. so katara did what she did best.

after putting the kids to sleep, she stood outside of their house with her hands up to her face like binoculars. aang placed his hands behind his back and settled in next to his wife. “what are you doing, sweetie?”

“looking for who the fuck you think you’re giving attitude to because i know for a fact it isn’t me.”

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sokka isn’t even a waterbender but he has the closest connection with the moon than any of the gaang and also suki mean moon in japanese and yue means moon in chinese so he fell in love with the moon twice

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kyoshi sketch🪭