#ozara

[moonsugar-and-spice]

Trick or Treat! 🕸️

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Trick or Treat may be over, but the Halloween spirit lives on. So! I wish I could share more of what's ahead in Storms of Ice and Fire without spoilers. But since it's been such a long time in the making—both the story and behind the scenes—I hope you'll enjoy this glimpse of a long-awaited scene from a future chapter.

Those molten amber eyes burned against hers from where he stood, the heat of them seeping through to her core. He seemed to be waiting—for something, some hint from her. Katara held his gaze, beckoning, a silent invitation. And at last, Ozai closed the distance with quiet, intentional steps.

Whisper-light, his warm fingers swept the weight of her hair from her shoulder. She skimmed her hands up the strength of his arms, over the hard planes of his chest. Fingertips caressing the scar that marked her fight to pull him back from death's clutches, a choice that sparked a shift neither could have foreseen, binding them in ways they never imagined.

Something in his gaze took her breath away, its depth and intensity defying words. It pinned her for a long, heavy beat before he leaned down and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the curve of her bare shoulder.

Katara’s eyes fluttered closed as his hot breath blossomed over her skin. She shivered, tipping her head for him. The scrape of his beard teased her skin, his lips brushing the dip between her neck and collarbone, a soft delicate stroke that sent sparks through her nerves. Tracing his mouth up the side of her neck, Ozai placed another kiss over her fluttering pulse. A breath snagged in her throat. Another on the sensitive flesh below her earlobe sent goosebumps erupting over her skin, one more on the rise of her cheekbone.

Her fingers and toes curled, long-simmering desire thrumming like liquid fire through her veins. The tip of his nose grazed her cheek, his breath tracing a languid path toward her lips, only to stop short, hovering there. Hesitating. The fragile pocket of air between them was electric with tension, but he made no move to close it. And a flicker of understanding flared through her haze.

He was asking permission.

Ozai—the man who moved through the world as though expecting it to bend to his will, as if it owed him nothing less—was waiting for her signal to proceed.

A tingle fluttered dizzily in her belly. Because there was no doubting now—half-dressed and alone in the warm, dark quiet, safe at last from the clawing shadows and dangers that had hunted them—where this was leading if she said yes.

Her pulse lifted on a shuddering breath. He knew what her answer would be, but still he waited. Her hands ached, alive with the pull of passion. She wanted him as he wanted her, inescapable as the tide, undeniable as the sun.

[artofelanor]

I joined the Hetherev ARPG which helped me finally decide to put some refs together for characters from a personal project of mine. This is pegasus rider Ozara and her mount, Bruma. I'm a sucker for gals in uniform. And horses. And flying creatures.

[bethdehart]

Ozara the pro weightlifting champ (dragon division)! I love her a lot <3 She is trans and lovely and friendly.

[ID: a fat purple and green dragon lady sits in a gym locker room. She is wearing a crop top with a weight on it, and short sporty shorts. She has small wings, brown hair, and a large tail. She is looking into a locker cubby with excitement.]

[klm-zoflorr]

I realised the full thing is gonna take me A WHILE, so here's a sketchy animation of a funny joke :3

[harumi-web]

⠀⠀⠀⠀♡ ￫ 𝗈𝗓𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽 ▒⃞⃕🌼▒᳟⦙ ▒

[aurora-snow]

ਏਓ⠀࿒ 𝗼𝘇𝗮𝗿𝗮 ☓ 𝘂𝗹𝘇𝘇𝗮𝗻𝗴 🌷 㒴㒼

𖨂 mood𝖻oᥲrd 💐 ﹫⍺uror⍺-sᥒow 𓂅̷⃨

[charlieweb]

▒⨾ 💭 ▒࿒⃞ . ▒ ‹𝟹 𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 ▒⃛ 💋 ꒲▒

💐🗯•Ozara moodboards.

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[shoku-and-awe]

Throwback to when I learned that when you serve houtou noodles tsukemen style, they're called ozara. Delicious.