[clamentis]

[yourhonor]

hi, so aside from the fact that i started grad school about a week ago and am now busy as shit, i feel drained every time i check the dash. i fully respect the rpc for being proactive in addressing things that need to be addressed, and it’s wonderful to see people being so vocal about what’s right. these times are trying, and we need to use our voices now more than ever. my motto is to treat people with kindness, no matter what, and i will always act according to that. however, the energy here has been hostile and chaotic for some time now and i don’t think i can handle it anymore. i’m making the choice to put my mental health and my happiness first – something that is inarguable. if we’re mutuals, i just want to thank you for writing with me. i’m extremely grateful for all the muns i’ve met, the wonderful interactions i’ve had, and for the opportunity to develop a muse that has always been so dear to me. this may or may not mean goodbye, but i simply cannot bring myself to make replies with the way things are right now. 

[nothing-more-than-hot-leaf-juice]

Iroh knew that zuko was the blue spirit because one day when they were in the Earth Kingdom he saw the blue spirit wanted poster and thought “what kind of person would break into a fire nation prison to free the avatar wearing a theater mask of all…. I turn my back for one minute” 

[knitordeath]

Iroh: hahaha, what idiot would break the Avatar out while wearing a theater mask.

Iroh: wait

Iroh: that MY idiot

[yourhonor]

kysvkii·:

“ please , the uniform feels like a summer dress , ” suki winked playfully , waving the statement off . though it was a lie , it was insanely hot inside her uniform but over time she’s gotten used to it. “ you’re complimenting me too much zuko, it’s scary . ” the person she’s ever heard that much compliments from was sokka but from zuko ? wow, she truly believed in character development . 

❝ considering the number of times you’ve saved my life, i’d say the compliments are warranted. ❞ a tiny smile graces his lips as he shrugs his shoulders, thinking nothing of the kind words. ❝ i mean, it’s true. ❞ the assassination attempts were a stressor the fire lord had never anticipated, and he prefers to let his gratitude show. ❝ if i can interest the kyoshi warriors in a raise, or if there are any CONCERNS on your mind, i'll be more than happy to hear. ❞  

[eternalgirlscout]

zuko is a good teacher & we don't talk about that enough. taught a kid some stuff about swords without a second thought after that kid stole his shit? had like 3 weeks to teach an entire bending discipline and did a good enough job that his student had a solid handle on the basics despite a lifetime of being told his own firebending was weak and second-rate? gave aang homework that aang actually did? icon

[yourhonor]

okay so it’s only my third day of grad school but my classes are spitting rapid fire. i can only churn out 1-2 quality replies a day. just wanted to let you guys know i WILL be replying to everything, but to be a little bit more patient with me for now. also i seriously appreciate everyone i’m interacting with, ily guys ;;

[yourhonor]

kakiaktok·:

       she can feel the muscles in her frame tighten at the sight of steam escaping his nostrils. it’s enough to shift her stance, a hand instinctively reaching to her hip to brush against her water skin. “ some of us never HAD that choice in the first place ! ” katara counters, seething. he has done nothing to earn her sympathy. “ some of us had to give up everything. some of us chose to do the right thing from the beginning. ”

       frustration twists in her stomach, an unrestrained wolf-child bearing its fangs. she doesn’t know why she even bothered to acknowledge him when he walked in. “ if you want me to feel bad for you, it’s not gonna happen. ”

                      ❝ what exactly do you want me to SAY, katara ? ❞ 

it wasn’t the first time a conversation between them inspired the sensation of GUILT to hit him like a wave. the underlying aggression between them is loud and clear. his glare matches hers in intensity as he instinctually takes a step back, listening to the quiet voice of rationality within him, & there’s a moment of silence in which he merely observes her, observes his breath, as he scrambles to find the right thing to say. he never intended to FIGHT, and if there was any way to ease her wrath, it was a change he was willing to take.

 ❝ that’s great and all, but we’re ALL capable of change – me, included. hate me and my upbringing all you want. you have every reason to, and we deserve it. i can agree with you on that. is that good enough for you ? ❞ 

[rpmemequeen]

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

[pockicchi-backup]

happy fathers day to the best dad in the world !!!!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰

[yourhonor]

flcmebound·:

IT’S  BEEN  A  LONG  TIME  since  she  had  a  moment  on  her  own ,    now  that  she  thinks  about  it .    and  his  comfortable  company  is  no  hindrance  while  the  others’  playful  bickering  becomes  peaceful  background  noise .    akina  takes  the  bowl  of  fire  flakes  with  a  nod .    they  were  never  her  favorite ,    but  she  has  no  complaints ,    and  leans  it  over  for  him  to  reach .    a  quiet    ‘  hm ?  ’    serves  as  inquiry  as  she  takes  a  mouthful  of  her  own .  

his  answer  earns  a  laugh  from  her .    she’d  nearly  forgotten    ——    maybe  not  about  the  tea  shop  itself ,    but  about  how  MUNDANE  a  life  laid  on  the  other  side  of  a  few  months .      ❝    you  think  they  miss  us  yet ?    ❞      she  pokes .

zuko mindlessly reaches into the bowl once more, still chewing as he takes several pieces into the palm of his hand.  ❝ you, maybe. me, not so much. ❞ perhaps he enjoys selling himself short sometimes, and maybe doing so prevents him from thinking too hard about the nostalgic, less stressful days they bravely left behind. at this point, it almost feels like the memories belonged to a past life. 

THERE’S A LOT HE WAS GRATEFUL FOR, but never got the chance to say. there is a pensive look in his gaze as he shifts slightly to face her, lifting a hand to brush his dark hair out of his face.  ❝ some people thought my uncle and i were shady from the start. your presence gave us an alibi. did we ever tell you that ? ❞

[yourhonor]

@tideraised​ liked for a starter !

❝ you won’t believe it, but ... ❞ he sighs in embarrassment as he lifts his left hand to view. ❝ i burnt myself. yeah, i know – i can explain. ❞

[yourhonor]

umareazul·:

               @yourhonor······  liked  for  a  healthy azula !

        𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬  𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞  than  she’s  ever  deserved  ,   and  azula  knows  this  .   knows  she  doesn’t  deserve  it  ,   despite  the  words  of  her  doctor  .   he  keeps  saying  NO  ,   your  brother  loves  you  ,   he  needs  to  heal  just  the  same  .    ‘  do  you  regret  trying  to  help  me  ,   zu-zu ?  ’    slender  fingers  pull  her  cloak  around  her  ,   always  getting  colder  when  she  asks  questions  she  knows  she  shouldn’t   (  or  wouldn’t  like  the  knowing  the  answer  to  )  .    ‘  i  know  …  i’m  more  trouble  than  worth  handling  .  ’   azula’s  bad  days  were  always  MORE  than  just  bad  .  

zuko thinks about the time in life where he could relate to her current position the most – young, ANGRY, and a complete FAILURE. overtime, the original sting of the memory was replaced with a strong sense of gratitude for the ONE who never gave up on him. now, it is his turn to pass on the years of guidance given to him. family is family, and while most would not agree with his decision, intuition tells him he made the right choice: not because she deserved it, but because it was WORTH A SHOT. he shakes his head once before answering her question quietly, throat tight with discomfort.  ❝ NO. you’re my sister, and i know you want to do better. that's why i agreed to this. but when you hurt yourself, you're hurting me too. ❞

[princesskuragina]

Happy juneteenth does your academia only include white people? Does your idea of valuable culture only mean rich Europeans? Where did you acquire the idea that white people's art is more sophisticated and their literature more intellectual and why do you still perpetuate it? What ways has white supremacy colored your love for learning and what will you do to diversify?

[yourhonor]

kind of in a tough spot rn. my activity on here will be based on how i’m feeling, but yeah, hopefully this will pass soon. ;;

[wtrbends-deactivated20201209]

what’s ur star sign / your least favourite star sign. go.

[hollypunkers]

kind of obsessed with the idea of the rest of the gaang leaving Toph and Zuko to watch over some cooking food and when they come back its burned and Katara starts fuming but Toph and Zuko are like “we’ve never stepped inside a kitchen in our lives and only have one eye between us, if anything it’s your fault”

[yourhonor]

kavataar​:

        he  is  tough  on  her.  SHE  KNOWS  THAT  IT  IS  DESERVED,   her  fingertips  tremble  with  the  unearned  potential  that  burns  within  her   (   AVATAR ??   she  is  simply  a  child,   with  her  youth  marred  and  blundered,     the  starry  -  eyed  adolscent  glory  ripped  apart  for  a  DESTINY  to  re  -  stitch  her  back  together   ).   merely  a  few  of  her  shots  landed  on  him,    the  others  flittered  uselessly  from  her  hands.   it  is  exercising  a  muscle  she  does  not  have.   SHE  MUST  GROW  IT  FIRST,    let  the  muscle  stretch  between  her  wrists  and  replace  the  complacent  WATER  -   BRED  muscles,   have  skin  grow  across  it  to  hide  away  all  she  could  not  do.   SHE  WAS  SLOWER  HERE  than  she  had  been  with  the  other  elements   —   AIR,   EARTH,   WATER.   it  had  all  been  difficult  to  learn,    the  masters  had  been  only  CHILDREN,   but  fire  made  no  home  inside  of  her.   SHE  WAS  NO  CANDLE,   SHE  HAD  NO  WICK   ;   what  was  there  to  burn  inside  of  her ??

        ‘   can  you  go  a  session  without  LECTURING  me ??   ‘   she  curves  away  from  the  flames  that  slip  free  from  his  fingertips   —   IT  IS  IMPRESSIVE,   but  she  does  not  wish  to  gaze  upon  his  talents  right  now.   her  own  feel  so  absent    ;    she  is  choking  on  her  swallowed  pride  and  it  tastes  like  failure.   NO,   it  tastes  worse  than  failure.   it  is  inability,    horrid  body  refusing  to  let  her  finalise  her  skills.   ‘   maybe  you’re  not  going  to  easy  on  me.   maybe  you’re  just  a  BAD  TEACHER.   ‘   she  scowls  and  lets  seas  lap  against  her  broken  pride,   standing  up  in  a  rush  of  sudden  anger.   

❝ IF I’M SUCH A BAD TEACHER, then maybe you should teach yourself. ❞ impulsive words escape his blazing tongue before he has time to rethink. defensiveness is no way to respond, but sheer insecurity causes him to blurt out the witty response anyway. their banter is nothing new, but this time around, the retort struck a chord of FEAR in his core. a bad teacher ? it was impossible. he learned from no other than the absolute BEST firebenders in the entire nation, and she was more than lucky to have that invaluable knowledge passed onto her. yet, not even the fact is enough to prevent his stomach from twisting into knots. 

raw emotion has driven his bending for as long as he can remember. his connection with the element is VISCERAL – the fire over which he wields control comes from within, making his hotheadedness more of a THREAT than need be. as his feelings change, the intensity behind his bending shapeshifts as well. the element of rage lies deep within his core, and in times like this, a mere annoyance suffices enough for his inner flame to erupt. perhaps his own stress was enough to set her off – and hers, him. the tension between them is SUFFOCATING, and he momentarily wishes he could take the childish response back. despite what she says, the fieriness within her speaks louder than her own self-denial does. as she stands up, he rises to his feet as well. an apologetic hand is lifted to rest gently on her shoulder, hoping to soothe her before she erupts, voice coated in a layer of regret. ❝ i didn’t mean that, katara. we’ve been adding to each other’s stress these days, i know that. still, i’ve been wondering – is everything okay ? ❞