#oceantempered

[oceantempered]

her ANCESTORS stir in her BLOODLINE,

                          and she says to them :

                                            I AM OF THE SOUTHERN TRIBE,

                               I AM THE LAST OF MY KIND !

[sunsreignmoved]

Send me ♥ and I’ll write some positivity for you. | accepting.

@oceantempered​​ said: ♥ if you wanna !

Of course I want to. Though we’ve only reconnected recently, you were one of the first people I talked to on Punzie. You’re probably one of my longest mutuals and that’s incredible.   

I actually remember being SO nervous to follow you because.... people usually don’t like crossovers on this site.  

At least in my experiences.  Maybe it’s just Rapunzel for some reason???   

but YOU .... actually approached me and wanted to do fun AU things.  And I wanted to C R Y... because your Katara is PERFECT.  

Your portrayal of her is spot on and your writing is flawless.  And like, OOC you’re so sweet and amazing.  I adore you and you will always be one of my FAVORITE KATARAS FOREVER. 

I know you recently went through something with an Anon,  I didn’t read the details but I just hope you’re doing okay.  You’re a beautiful soul and the ATLA fandom better realize how lucky they are to have you!  

if you ever need to talk or anything, I’m here for you. 

[suverennaya-moved]

       @oceantempered​ :  ♗ !!! fc is cartoon katara obvs :)

send  ‘♗’  and  i’ll  make  an  icon  of  your  muse.     accepting !

[blessedlife]

@oceantempered​ liked for a starter !!

“ i do not bend. ” did it count as bending when one had control over nature? she did not think so, this was merely her power as a spirit of life. even so, raising up flowers was no part of earthbending or any other gift of the humans so there was no lie in what she said. “ there is no such thing as flower bending, is there? i merely grow them. ” albeit at an accelerated rate and abnormally so, though entirely befitting of her status.

[emblazcned]

@oceantempered || a starter for that au we’ve been discussing for months now :’)

“We’re not leaving until we’ve searched every STONE, found every hidden passage, and can CONFIDENTLY report that the Avatar isn’t here. It’s a temple. There’s no way we’ve discovered all of it.” More so to tell himself than anyone else—to maintain a perseverance (if not a DISTRACTION) in the wake of a banishment fresh in its infancy. Prince Zuko had wasted no time jumping on the hunt given him by his father, as much as his SCORCHED skin needed healing and as much as his uncle insisted he take the time to recover before setting out. 

Many would say it was a FOOL’S errand: that perhaps at the heart of this all, the task acted not as redemption, but as an IMPOSSIBILITY—what would forever keep the prince exiled and far from the nation he called home. Nearly a hundred years, now, since there had been the slightest PEEP of this threat he was meant to bring back in chains. Just how many times had his ancestors scoured the temples as he was now? Scoured the WORLD? 

Hopeless. But it couldn’t be. He wouldn’t let it—not so soon fall into DESPAIR when there was work to be done and motivations to set his mind on something beyond the grief he buried DEEP. He was just beginning. He would do whatever needed to be done. And there wasn’t a SOUL who could stand in his way

Or offer him anything less than what he WANTED to hear.

And so, he sent his men off for the third search that day, well into the evening and granting no degree of RESPITE. (He couldn’t. They served HIM and his country and would work themselves to the bone for the greater cause; that was how things had to be, and how he had to start being—harden himself bit by bit.) As they ambled off in a series of muted grumbles, Zuko shot a glance to the sky darkening through the cliffs above. Very discreet was a coolness trickling into the air, inciting a stifled SHUDDER down his spine.

Katara was there. Always. Like his shadow: no less willing or given any choice in who she followed. She stood on his right, where an eye not bandaged to cover a HIDEOUS wound could pinpoint her in his peripheral, silent as ever. He didn’t turn his head, only by the flick of his stare acknowledging her at all before speaking. “You and I are going to check out those WOODS over there.” Prince Zuko jerked his head in the proper direction. “Seemed like they’d be a good spot to lie low, wouldn’t you agree?”

[oceanbolts]

@oceantempered. sc

“hey, katara. i’ve been thinking about something.” he takes a seat besides his sister, unfurling scrolls on the table and smoothing the edges out, each displaying different structures and small notes in his handwriting. “i know the entire point of the gaang is to stop the war, and we’ve gained a lot of support so far-- trust me i know that. just... i know there’s going to be a bunch of people in the fire nation who are going to refuse new ideals. and the southern water tribe is still so small.” he taps at one of the scrolls, showing a structure around a village. “don’t you think we should start planning against post war invasions.”

[drekisouled]

throws url !! give me Support™️ if u wanna

@oceantempered || let me scream about you || accepting!

i did it right this time. i said the url.

YOU ALWAYS 100% OF THE TIME HAVE MY SUPPORT OKAY???

[firelxrdsdaughter]

“Give me the dirt!” !!

“I heard they found her in some brothel in Ba Sing Se before they dragged her back to the Fire Nation.”