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Kya

SUMMARY: Zuko and Katara's name plans for each of their children don't exactly go to plan.

CHARACTERS: Zuko, Katara, Izumi, Ursa II (OC), Bato II (OC), Kya II, Aang, Azula, Bumi II (mentioned), Aiko (OC) (mentioned), Tenzin (mentioned).

PAIRINGS: Zuko/Katara, Aang/Azula

Summer 108

"Hello, little Kya," Zuko cooed, gently stroking his newborn daughter's face while Katara held her.

Katara gazed at the tiny face of the little girl in her arms and knew that this girl was not her mother's namesake. It was not anything against the infant herself. Katara loved the tiny bundle in her arms more than anything or anyone she had ever loved in her entire life. And she had always planned on naming her first-born daughter after her late mother. But that couldn't change the fact that the baby in her arms was not 'Kya'. And Katara refused to name her child a name that didn't suit her just to have the satisfaction of having a baby named after her mother.

"Her name's not Kya," Katara stated with a sad smile, causing her husband to look at her in shock.

"What do you mean?" Zuko asked, looking between his wife and his child. "I thought we decided on Kya for a girl."

"Yes, but this girl isn't Kya," Katara remarked. "Maybe the next one will be but this one isn't."

Zuko sat quietly for a moment, staring intently at the newborn baby.

"I...I think you're right," he admitted apologetically. "She looks very Fire Nation."

Katara laughed. "She looks like you, Zuko," she corrected. "Exactly like you."

Zuko smiled to himself. "Well, what is her name then?"

Katara thought for a moment. "Why don't you list off some Fire Nation names and I'll pick?" Katara suggested. "This is the name of the future Fire Lord after all."

"Okay," Zuko said, sitting down. "There's Mayu, Akane, Aiko, Izumi, Ha--"

"Izumi," Katara said immediately. "Her name is Izumi."

"Izumi..." Zuko repeated with a nod. "I like that."

"What does it mean?" Katara asked, feeling genuinely curious.

"Fountain," Zuko informed her.

Katara smiled in spite of herself. "A Fire Nation name with a water meaning," she said with a nod. "Sounds like a good fit."

"I agree," Zuko chuckled, sitting down next to his wife and child.

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Fall 111

"Let's go see Mama and Kya," Katara overheard her husband say to their 3-year-old daughter.

As Zuko opened the door, Katara mentally prepared herself for what could potentially be a difficult conversation.

"Mama!" Izumi squealed excitedly, running over to Katara's bedside.

"Hi, baby," Katara greeted her toddler with a smile.

"Can I see baby Kya?" Izumi asked with bright eyes.

"Her name's Ursa, sweetie, not Kya," Katara informed her daughter, wanting to get the conversation over with as soon as possible.

"Ursa?" Izumi said with confusion. "But Daddy said her name was Kya."

"Yes, her name was Kya, and then Mama changed her mind," Katara said with a quick glance at Zuko who looked shocked.

"Oh," Izumi said, nodding in understanding. "I changeded my mind this morning when I thinked I wanted watermelons but then I wanted strawberries instead."

"Wow, so we both changed our minds today," Katara said overenthusiastically.

"Just one change was a bit bigger than the other," Zuko said pointedly, raising an eyebrow.

Katara took a deep breath, preparing for the worst.

"'Zumi, can you go with Nurse Kimi for a sec, please?" Katara asked her daughter with a gentle but stern smile. "Mama and Daddy need to talk."

"Okay," Izumi said with a slight look of confusion. "Bye-bye Mama and Daddy and baby Ky--Ursa."

With that, Izumi happily toddled away with her mother's midwife.

"So not Kya?" Zuko asked, looking more sad and confused than angry. "I understand with Izumi. She looks like me, she's a firebender...But this baby looks just like you. And you even said she'll probably be a waterbender. Why not go with Kya?"

"I don't know," Katara responded honestly, feeling a bit frustrated with herself. "It's just...I look at her, and I hold her, and she just..."

"She doesn't feel like a Kya," Zuko answered with a small, sad smile.

"Exactly," Katara sighed. "She does feel like an Ursa, though."

Zuko raised an eyebrow. "Not just because it's my mother's birthday?" Zuko's mother, Ursa, had died several years ago, not long after Zuko's father, Ozai, banished her. No one in her family, including Ozai, had known of her death until Zuko investigated her whereabouts a year after the end of the 100 Years War.

"At first, I thought so," Katara admitted. "But the more I look at her, the more I know her name is Ursa."

"I hate to admit it, but I agree," Zuko chuckled, reaching out to hold his second child.

"Hi, little Ursa," he cooed at the tiny child. "You look just like your mommy."

"It's payback for how much Izumi looks like you," Katara said with a smirk. "I swear she looks more and more like you each day."

"Hey, she has your eye color," Zuko pointed out with a laugh. "And your curls."

"Should we call her back in?" he asked after a few quiet moments.

"Yes," Katara said immediately. She hadn't seen her oldest child for more than a minute that entire day, having gone into labor very early that morning and had given birth in the early evening. "I've been away from my baby dragon for too long."

Zuko laughed. "You saw her five minutes ago."

"That doesn't count," Katara protested. "I didn't even get the chance to give her hugs and kisses."

"I'll go get her," Zuko chuckled, walking to the door with Ursa in his arms.

"Thanks, love!" Katara called out as Zuko shut the door.

Seconds later, Zuko walked through the door with both of his kids.

"Come here, my little dragon," Katara said, reaching out for her oldest child.

Izumi giggled as she ran over to her mother, who strained slightly to lift her onto the bed.

"How was your day, sweetheart?" Katara asked, cuddling her daughter close while Zuko sat down on the edge of the bed. She knew that Ursa's arrival would be a huge change for Izumi but refused to let her child feel overshadowed by the new baby.

"It was really good, Mama," Izumi said excitedly while her parents smiled and listened. "Uncle Sokka and Aunt Suki tooked me for ice cream and then we played in the park and then..."

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Winter 115

"Well, I guess this one can't be Kya, either," Zuko chuckled, holding his son close.

Katara laughed. "Aww, man, I thought Kya would be a great name for our little boy," she said jokingly.

Zuko chuckled and shook his head. "So, what names do you have in mind?"

Katara shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. She knew what name she wanted for her son but felt bad about having named both of their older children. And Zuko’s relationship with the namesake wasn’t the best. “I don’t really have any names picked out. What about you?”

Zuko raised his eyebrow skeptically, not buying Katara’s statement. “Okay…” he said suspiciously before looking down at the tiny bundle in his arms. “I was thinking ‘Bato’.”

Katara stared at her husband in shock. She had wanted to name her son after her father’s best friend, Bato, who had died in a boating accident a few months ago, but given that Bato and Zuko weren’t particularly close, she expected Zuko to reject the name entirely.

“Bato…” Katara repeated, staring wide-eyed at her husband. “You want to name him Bato?”

“Yes,” Zuko said with a smile. “He seems like a Bato.”

“You and Bato couldn’t stand each other…” Katara pointed out. Although part of her was thrilled that Zuko picked the name she wanted, she didn’t want him to regret his choice.

“We definitely had our differences,” Zuko chuckled. “But he was very important to you. Besides, it’s like you said, names are about a lot more than just the namesake. And ‘Bato’ means ‘strong’ and ‘powerful’. And you said that you could already tell he’d be a strong waterbender.”

This statement was very true, as, more than with Ursa, Katara could feel the pull of her son’s waterbending while he was in the womb.

“Unless, of course, you don’t want to name him Bato,” Zuko stated, bringing Katara out of her thoughts. “Then we can pick a differe--”

“I love it,” Katara admitted. “I want to name him Bato.”

Zuko smiled. “Well, then, Bato it is.”

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Spring 118

“I hate to say it,” Zuko said hesitantly, looking at his fourth child. “But I don’t think her name’s Suki.”

Zuko and Katara had agreed on naming their child Iroh if it was a boy, after Zuko’s late uncle, and Suki if it was a girl, after Zuko and Katara’s close friend, and Katara’s sister-in-law, who had been killed a few months prior.

Katara raised an eyebrow, reaching out for her youngest daughter. Initially, she thought the name Suki was perfect for the tiny child, but now holding her once again, she could see what Zuko meant.

“She’s definitely not a Suki,” Katara agreed.

“You know what she is though?” Zuko asked, his eyes shining mischievously.

“A Kya?” Katara suggested.

“A Kya,” Zuko confirmed with a nod.

Katara chuckled. “Looks like we finally got our Kya.”

“Want me to get our other babies?” Zuko offered after a few quiet moments.

“Yes, please,” Katara said.

Placing a quick kiss on Katara’s head, Zuko hurried out to pick his kids up from the other side of the palace where they were being watched by Aang and a very pregnant Azula.

After a few minutes, the door opened again.

“Mama!” 10-year-old Izumi, 7-year-old Ursa, and 3-year-old Bato shouted excitedly running over to their mother.

“Hi, my little angels,” Katara said, leaning over to give each of them a hug and kiss.

“Hi, little baby,” Bato said, looking in awe at the tiny bundle that was his little sister.

“What’s her name?” Izumi asked eagerly.

“Her name’s Kya,” Katara informed her with a smile.

“Wow,” Aang said, walking into the room, with his son and daughter in tow. “I thought you guys gave up on that name.”

Katara chuckled. “We thought so, too, but here she is.” She handed the infant over to her best friend.

“Oh, she’s definitely a Kya,” Aang said, holding the child close. “Aren’t you, little one?”

“I will never understand your impromptu name changes,” Azula remarked, waddling into the room, one of her hands placed on her nine-month pregnant belly. “With Izumi, Ursa, and Bato, you ran around saying Kya for a girl and Lu Ten for a boy. And with this one, you were saying Suki and Iroh.”

“I guess we’re just bad at pre-picking,” Katara chuckled.

“You know how Aang and I picked Aiko’s name?” Azula asked.

“Not everyone wants to make detailed pros and cons lists of every name, Azula,” Zuko said, rolling his eyes.

“And idea boards,” Katara added. “How many did you have for Aiko again? 16?”

“18, actually,” Azula informed her brother and sister-in-law. “And guess what name we decided on three months before our baby was born. Hint, it rhymes with ‘my toe’.”

“It only took us 13 idea boards to get to our two names this time,” Aang informed his friends with a smile.

“Which are?” Katara prompted.

“To be announced when this baby finally decides to show up,” Azula said with a smirk. Azula's due date had been a week before Katara’s and yet she was still pregnant while Katara had given birth.

“The doctors said that if the baby doesn’t show up in the next few days, they’ll have to coax it out,” Aang informed them.

“Maybe your baby and Kya’ll be twins,” Katara said with a smile. “It’s still early.”

Late that night, a few minutes before midnight, Tenzin was born.

#avatar the last airbender #legend of korra #katara #zuko #azula #aang #azula x aang #zutara #kya ll #izumi

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azulas-lightning-bolt · 27 days

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okay so I’m not normally one to do {character} w plot of {disney character} or just another character in general but. but hear me out.

anastasia mako. HELP. for a little background I’m playing anya (anastasia) in my school play and my friend’s little sister is making us both watch the movie. it’s breaking my tradition of NEVER watching the movie before performing a show, so I’m just blasting the musical soundtrack on my headphones and posting this, so,,,

ANYWAYS! since I make everything about mako, let’s get going with this.

anastasia-mako parallels:

-orphan

-resemblance to royalty (specifically eyes—gold for mako, blue for anastasia)

-really funny when they get bitchy

-best friend is their little brother (alexei-bolin)

-important person who’s actually a street rat x street rat relationship dynamic (anya x dmitry, korra x mako)

-communist party/equalists!!

-keepsake item (music box/scarf)

-that’s all I’ve got but like. just listen.

zuko has two daughters; izumi and naoki. Izumi is destined for the throne and naoki doesn’t particularly want it—she’s left to her own devices, for the most part. then, naoki falling in love with an earthbender named san; they have two children, mako and bolin. mako and bolin are mixed, but current firelord zuko loves them all the same. they are raised in the palace until mako is eight and bolin is six. it’s at that point that a group of dissenters on zuko’s policies attack the palace, killing princess naoki and prince san in the castle, before abducting and likely also killing the little princes.

but a month later, the prince bolin returns! the fire nation celebrates, the beloved second branch of the royal family is not completely gone! but the halls of the palace are silent and devoid of celebration; the prince mako has not returned. and by the stone wall of silence prince bolin has made himself, it’s likely he never will.

but a month later, bolin speaks again for the first time since his parents’ death—mako is alive out there, somewhere, and they just need to find him. immediately, search efforts are employed, scouts and soldiers and notices sent out all around the world calling for help to return their prince. firelord zuko even offers a large bounty for his return, though he hates when it’s called such.

meanwhile, in republic city, a boy with no name and no memories wakes up on the side of a road. fresh snow painted the ground, blood (his blood?) soaking it red. the scarf wrapped around his neck matches in pigment. he shivers in clothing made of fine silks and meant for the warmth, trekking forward. he quickly discovers his clothes are worth enough to find something rougher for warm and cold. (he doesn’t consider for a second selling the scarf.) he doesn’t even know his own name, but the cold sinking beneath his skin tells him it’s a deal he needs to cut.

he finds odd jobs around. his first is working at a hospital. he doesn’t get payed monetarily, but they heal the nasty lightning scar that mangles him, stretching from his cheek and down his arm to his waist and feed him. the nice old lady named kya gives him odd looks now and then (she’s never met the prince mako, but she’s seen pictures. she should check. she just needs to check.) but she gives him extra clothes for free, so he doesn’t mind. he moves to washing dishes when the hospital can hire better equipped staff and his scar is healed. he needs to get actual yuan now—he wants to pay for passage to the fire nation. the scarf he clung to, a little embroidery was stitched into it; ‘together in caldera’. that’s his only clue to the eight years before, and he’s desperate to chase it.

he becomes a street sweeper after that, and uses whatever name people give him. he’s been masok and yiso and aizah and saijan and noriaki and roki and kichirō and just about every name under the sun. usually, people call him after their late family. something in that feels oddly fitting to him, but he doesn’t dwell on it. the name that sits the most in his head is masok, so it’s masok that he sticks with.

he spends his years with the triads. they all look at him the same way—a way he doesn’t see them look at the other kids who have no choice but gang work. he’s stared at like a prize. he gets invited to play a game of pretend, but he knows games with old men never end well for children, and he’s far too old for games like that by age 10.

he eventually settled in as an assistant for an office worker who rarely spares him a glance—he counts himself lucky that he’s no longer on the wrong side of the law and that he was never caught. where he is now pays well and if he keeps it up a while longer and is smart with saving, he’ll be on an airship and to caldera city in no time at all.

republic city falls into crisis, a madman calling himself amon leading the ‘equalists’ to try and destroy all benders. he only takes that as incentive to get out faster, while he still can.

and then, of course, the avatar comes crashing into his life in the most insane way possible. you would think it’d be unlikely for the avatar to encounter a paper-pusher, and you’d be right, except this particular avatar just ran over said paper-pusher with her giant ass polar bear dog which OW PLEASE GET IT OFF NOW!

she apologizes by taking him to meet her rich friend, asami, who’s helping her deal with the whole amon situation. he is decidedly not smitten immediately with either of them, especially because the avatar literally ran him over with her polar bear dog. but korra starts prodding him about the missing fire nation prince and for some reason asami (who had until then seemed reasonable) agreed. they argued that, without his scar and after growing out his scraggly close cut hair, he would look exactly like the prince. not even to mention that their timelines match up, and masok’s mystery past. he tells them they’re crazy, but the idea creeps on him, looming in the back of his head.

what if he is the prince? it does match up, there is a resemblance, and those little snippets of memory tug incessantly at his mind. a little brother, a loving grandfather, was it all really?

they teach him about the fire nation royal family. to jog his memory, they say, as he learns about bolin and zuko and izumi and naoki and san. they teach him to stand straight like a prince and not slurp his noodles and raise his chin but not look down his nose.

he follows along with their schemes, much to his chagrin, as he finds himself put on blast in amon’s threatening grip. an example is to be made of him, the world is told from a large screen. he tries not to break his composure, but something in this is familiar and his heart is beating out of his chest in an effort to understand exactly what.

amon says that mako should’ve learned his lesson years ago, when the palace was attacked, and never shown his scarred face again, much less at the avatar’s side.

mako, amon said.

and suddenly mako (yes, mako. that felt right on his tongue.) recalls bombs and screaming and burning flesh and a dead mother and father and the need to protect a little brother who was ripped away and a burning, burning, burning, and electric pain all down his side and then waking up and remembering none of it or any of what came before and he is the lost prince of the fire nation. he strikes up with fire and lightning crackles along his fingertips and he tells amon to finish him the way he finished his mother and father.

amon asks who he thinks he is, a pathetic child, to stand against the equalist forces. and mako (mako, mako, mako. that is who he always was.) proudly declares what he had not known he had a right to. he is prince mako, of the fire nation. amon will rise, or amon will die.

a stunning lightning strikes him at his side and amon does not get to choose. show us who you are, amon, an urging comes from within mako. he peels off the man’s mask. he is water tribe, a scar… painted(?) on his face. mako is on camera, he knows, but if there is something more than the identity reveal causing the panic on amon’s face, mako needs to find out.

the texture of his scar is nothing like mako’s, and he dumps water on it to be sure. the paint comes off dripping and—amon’s limbs twitch again and the water bends away from him. the leader of the equalists is a waterbender.

amon dies, as simple as that, with his brother at his side.

mako is ready to take some time to process what was revealed publicly, on national broadcast, that he hadn’t even known himself, but he can’t seem to catch a break. first korra and asami are affectionately assaulting him (oh god he’s in love with them both) and then prince bolin (bo, he always called him bo) is walking through the trap door of his attic.

mako just about falls over. why was he here? was he going to say that mako had died that night, and all his ‘memories’ were just tricks of the mind to suit his fancies? was he going to accuse mako of slandering the royal family because he looked so terribly taken care of that it was insulting to be associated with him?

none of this happened. he teared up, green eyes locking onto gold. he barrels forward, wrapping his waveringly declared brother in a hug. mako calls out a too-familiar nickname, too late to stop himself, sucking in a breath nervously.

it’s been too long, he is told. it’s time to go home. he still has the scarf, he affirms in hysterical relief.

and mako, masok, the street orphan with nothing but a brightly dyed red scarf to his name, puts on the robes of a fire nation prince with the avatar and a genius inventor at his side. he sweeps onto a balcony, falling into straight-backed composure with ease, greeting a sea of citizens.

a servant declares to his right,

“Prince Mako has returned home!”

#mako lok #legend of korra #lok #tlok #zuko #bolin lok #korra #asami lok #makorrasami #briefly #izumi lok #naoki and san tlok #anastasia au #amon tlok #I know anastasia technically chooses to continue being anya.#but for the sake of the mental image of mako in fn prince robes.#stay with me here guys.

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randomwritingguy · 11 months

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The Myth of Y/N (Korra x Reader) Part 37

Y/N ALONE - PART TWO

Y/N’S POV

The unrolled scroll sprawls across the wooden table like an infinite river of knowledge. The words are halfway into fading into nothingness, emphasising the ancient energy emitting from them.

So much knowledge from one mere text.

Ever since I became an airbending master, I have realised just how many responsibilities there are to be a leader of a nation. I am now responsible for teaching students and future Air Nomads who will go on to teach the next generation and etcetera. It can be overwhelming.

However, there are perks to being a master.

I was pleasantly shocked when Tenzin told me I was allowed to access and read the books and texts from his office. Normally, only he’s allowed to be in his office (for obvious reasons) and to have a look at the stuff he has collected over the years. But, like I just found out that Jinora is allowed to have a look too, he said I have his permission to go through and expand my knowledge on our culture.

And, right now, that is exactly what I am doing and I have learned that, despite being a master, I still have much, much to learn.

This scroll, in particular, is for a special research project I have had in mind for a while now. And, as I read its contents, my intrigue is amplifying as I learn more about the infamous site that tormented me:

The Fog of Lost Souls.

Over two years ago, Jinora and I were trapped in the desolate place by Unalaq’s dark spirits. While Tenzin was able to save us, including Bumi and Kya, the memories of what happened in the fog itself were almost entirely erased. We were able to recover bits and traces since then, the overall experience is an empty spot in our minds.

But I know something happened there. The last few thing I can remember in the fog was Jinora and I being separated after running away from something. After that? Blank.

I asked Tenzin about the Fog of Lost Souls and he told me that apparently, from the contents of the text I am reading right now, that it is actually a spirit who infects the minds of its prisoners, imprisoning them in their own darkest memories and driving them to insanity. Overall, a fate worse than death.

I didn’t think much of it at the time but, a few days ago an idea came to mind. A very intriguing but dangerous idea.

A light knock on my bedroom doors brings me out of my thoughts.

“Come in.”

I hear the two doors slide open and I turn to face the visitor.

It’s Tenzin, dressed robes of red and yellow that makes him look awe inspiring.

“Y/N, I hope I am not intruding.” The older airbender asks in a gentle tone.

I smile at seeing my mentor and gracefully rise from my chair. “Of course not, Tenzin. Is there something wrong?”

He walks closer into my room and gives me a smile of his own. “No, nothing wrong. I just have a task for you, if you don’t mind.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve heard from reports that there are pirates stealing supplies from ships travelling in-between the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom. From what I’ve read, the United Forces have not been able to capture them. I was wondering if you would want to assist them.”

My eyebrows raise slightly in interest. Pirates, huh?

“Of course, I’ll get everything ready and head out as soon as I can.” I tell him. “Besides, it will give me an excuse to stretch my legs and have a change in scenery. I’ll fly by the Fire Nation once I’m done to see if there’s anything I can do there to help. I’m sure Fire Lord Izumi would appreciate it.”

At the sound of my agreement, Tenzin’s smile widens in gratitude. “I suppose she would.”

I then see his eyes move slightly to behind me and I know he is looking at the scroll sprayed out on the table. “I see you have already started your reading.”

I nod. “I’m researching about the Fog of Lost Souls.”

That clearly wasn’t what the wise master expected as his jaw drops slightly. “That’s an odd starting topic. Is there a specific reason why?”

I nod again. “Yeah…”

“What is it, Y/N?”

I swallow aloud. Tenzin is really not going to like this.

“It’s been nearly three years since I had my vision, Tenzin. Nearly three years and I still remember nothing except “Only justice will bring peace.” Despite the countless meditations and techniques, we’ve tried, I am still nowhere close to remembering the rest of it, let alone what it actually means. I was fine with being patient but then…an idea came to my mind.”

Tenzin’s left eyebrow rises slightly. “What kind of idea?”

Well, here it goes.

“I remembered what you said that the Fog of Lost Souls forces you to relive your darkest memories. I can’t remember what I saw in there but…what if the fog showed me the rest of my vision?”

As soon as the question leaves my lips, I know I made a mistake. Tenzin’s eyes widen in horror as he realises what Im proposing.

“No.”

Dammit.

“Tenzin-“

“-Y/N, it’s too dangerous. Do you have any idea how crazy this sounds?“

“-Yes, I know, but-“

“-I barely got you and the others out last time. I don’t want any unnecessary risks.”

“-But-“

“-Even if you were able to escape the fog a second time, can you even be certain that the rest of the vision will appear to you, let alone you being able to remember them?”

“No! No, I’m not. But, Tenzin, its been nearly three years and I’ve made no progress! The Fog of Lost Souls could be the key to learning the truth!”

“But at what cost?” He asks gravelly and then places his hands on my shoulder. “Y/N, listen to me. I know you are frustrated. I know you are still concerned about your vision. But risking the chance of eternal suffering for answers is not worth it.”

“But-“

“-No buts.” Tenzin says with a new found sterness, hard as steel. “You will not go to the Fog of Lost Souls. Promise me.”

Frustration grows within me as I clench my hands into fists. He’s talking to me like I’m one of his children. Normally, I’d love that but this concern is holding me back from learning more!

I don’t say all of that, though. I don’t want to cause a heated argument. Besides, with everything that’s happening I need to stay here. I can’t risk being trapped for eternity and leave my family.

So, as much as I am angry, I have to follow along…for now.

I concede.

“Fine. I won’t go.”

Tenzin lets out a relieved sigh and let’s go of my shoulders. “Good. I know you are frustrated, and I know I’ve told you this countless times but the best course of action is to be patient. The answers will come in due time.”

I nod melancholy. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Besides, sometimes the answers we seek come from the most unlikely of places. Perhaps, you will find more about your vision when you least expect it.”

As Spectre finally leaves the blanket of clouds, I spot it immediately. From a distant, it looks more like a giant claw, ready to engulf anything in sight. The mountains that are ontop of the sharpened claw make it look armour that rises to touch the sky.

Kyoshi island.

We have arrived.

“Attaboy, Spectre!” I tell him encouragingly. “We’re finally here.”

I freeze when I spot them.

There, by the lagoon, are airships which I recognise are from Kuvira’s fleet. Terrific.

What could Kuvira possibly want from Kyoshi Island?

Spectre growls at the sight of them and I gently smooth him. “Easy, Spectre. Just get us to its village without them spotting us, okay?”

Luckily enough, we pass over them without them even spotting us. At least, I think we went by undetected. Hopefully.

Soon enough, we eventually make it and, surprisingly, despite some banners and flags there are no troops anywhere. Just…normal people. And the village itself looks…fine. Normal, in fact. It looks fairly rural, built from simple wood. And yet, it looks far cleaner and well-off than the previous village I was at. Maybe Kuvira doesn’t have much influence here?

As we land, I see that people have noticed us and ever so slowly a small crowd of people being to edge closer and closer to the bison and I, curiosity overpowering them. When I get off Spectre, a lanky middle-aged man with black, and a hint of grey, hair walks past the crowd followed by…

By Kyoshi Warriors!

The descriptions, drawings, and images I’ve seen on the books I’ve read do the female fighters zero justice. As with their tradition, their armoured kimonos and white as snow with a hint of red face paint was designed to make them all look spitting images of Avatar Kyoshi, to intimidate anyone who dared stand in their way. And a dozen of them are behind this man, who now appears to be the village’s leader.

“You are an Air Nomad.” The man simply states, his voice gruff and tough which contrasts his rather stick-like figure.

I nod in confirmation. “I am Master Y/N of the Air Nation. It is an absolute honour to meet you. And you are?”

“I am Muyang, the leader of this village.” He replies. “Why are you here?”

I raise an eyebrow slightly at the tense tone of the man’s voice. What has been going on here? Maybe he’s just on edge from something?

Still, I can’t just say it out in the open. The last thing I want to do is cause panic on the small island. I need to discuss this alone.

“I wish to discuss this in private, if you don’t mind.” I tell him.

Muyang frowns for a moment but then relents. “Very well. Come.”

I quickly turn back to Spectre. “You stay here. Just move into the woods and stay there so Kuvira’s men don’t spot you. And…try not to cause any trouble, okay?”

I walk off without giving the bison any time to respond and follow the village leader, with Kyoshi Warriors surrounding us in a rough circle. We do not utter a single word throughout the small journey but eventually we make it to what I presume is Muyang’s house. It is slightly bigger than the other ones, with a triangle shaped roof to mark its uniqueness.

When we finally enter, we all stand still like statues.

“You have your privacy.” Muyang tells me sternly. “Now, tell us why you’re here.”

Here it goes.

I straighten my back and clasp my hands behind me. “I am conducting a search on Avatar Korra. She has been missing for six months.”

“The Avatar is missing?” A rough feminine voice emits from the right, and I see one of the warriors walk up to the side of the middle-aged man. Perhaps she’s the leader of the other fighters? “How?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. The last person who saw her was her father, Chief Tonraq of the Southern Water Tribe, when she left to travel to Republic City. She hasn’t been since.”

“That still does not answer my question.” Muyang reminds me. “Why are you here?”

“I had a vision.” I tell him cautiously. “I saw Kyoshi Island. I…I assumed it was a clue to Korra’s whereabouts.”

As I speak it out, I realise how silly it sounds. A single image of an island and I immediately link it to my search for Korra? There’s little to no evidence that the two are even connected.

But it had to mean something, right? What else could it have meant?

“I see.” Muyang says hoarsely after a few moments of silence. “Well, I’m sorry to say but Avatar Korra is not here. We, nor the other villages, have seen her.”

My heart shatters at his answer. No…

“Are-Are you sure?” I ask him.

“I’m sorry, but I’m sure.”

Worry, panic, and frustration boil in my stomach as I clench my hands into fists and swallow an ocean’s amount of saliva.

So, Korra isn’t here. But why was I given that vision? There HAS to be a meaning behind it. Maybe it has something to do with Kuvira’s fleet?

“Now with that business is over with, you are free to lea-“

“-What are Kuvira’s army doing here?”

The Kysoshi Warrior, who had a neutral expression throughout the conversation, scowls. “What they are probably doing with the rest of the Earth Kingdom: Seizing control.”

“I was under the impression the Kyoshi Warriors supported what Kuvira was doing.” I slowly say, trying not to offend anyone. “I’ve heard how Kuvira was awarded the Kyoshi Medal of Freedom, the highest honour of the nation.”

“That was before we found out who she really was.” She angrily replies. “By the time we realised we were tricked, it was too late. She ordered some of her men to stay behind to make sure no-one enters or leaves. They robbed us of our communications so we couldn’t contact the rest of the world.”

I curse under my breath. Dammit! I knew Kuvira has gone mad. I guess this explains why everyone was so tense earlier when I arrived.

“I’ve been warning President Raiko about Kuvira for months and he didn’t listen once.” I say. “I have a feeling he will soon realise just how wrong he was to ignore me.”

I then realise something and point to the direction behind me. “Why are they all at the lagoon then? When I swooped by, I saw an airship and the troops there.”

“For their own supplies, no doubt.” Muyang grunted.

So…what? They just leave them for a bit and they…do nothing?

I turn back to what seems to be the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors. “And you just…let it happen?”

That seemed to tick her off as she snarls and glares daggers right in my eyes. “You think we want this? What choice we have? If we fight back, more of Kuvira’s men will arrive and punish everyone on the island. I will not allow that to happen.”

I…I guess she has a point. But still just doing nothing feels…wrong. These are definitely not the Kyoshi Warriors I have read about in the books.

“Which is why you have to leave.” Muyang says sternly. “If they spot you, you could put our whole island on jeopardy.”

No way I came all the way here just to immediately leave. There has to be a reason why I got that vision. Maybe…Maybe I was given that vision because of Kuvira’s fleet? Because I am supposed to be here when whatever happens, happens? Spirits, this is so confusing.

“I can’t.” I tell him. “Not yet anyway. I was directed to here for a reason. Just give me a day at least and I’ll leave in the morning. Please.”

The leaders of the village and the Kyoshi Warriors exchange looks that, while appear to last for seconds, makes it feels like I’m waiting for centuries. Their expressions are unreadable, but I can tell they are silently arguing.

Eventually, Muyang turns to me.

“Yukari will take you to the Kyoshi Shrine and watch over you. You leave first thing in the morning. Do you understand?”

I nod frantically. “Of course. Thank you so much.”

The Kyoshi Warrior Leader, who I now know is named Yukari, walks up to my side. “Let’s go.”

The journey was long and silent, not a single word uttered between us. Its clear to me that Yukari isn’t that much of a speaker.

After who knows how long, we arrive.

And it is definitely not what I had expected.

I have seen and read pictures and descriptions of the Kyoshi Shrine and what it was like during the Hundred Year War. From the books, they described it as a small village temple within a small stone floor.

But now? Now, the shrine looks revamped. Its much wider than its predecessor and in front of it has statues of Avatar Kyoshi in fighting positions. It emanates a mere fraction of the power the Earth Kingdom’s Avatar had.

Yukari must have saw my shock as I can hear her chuckle to my side. “Not what you expected?”

I silently shake my head. “Not at all. The books I read made it sound…smaller.”

“That was what it was like during the Hundred Year War.” Yukari says as we approach closer to the temple. “It was badly damaged when some pirates and bandits attacked. My grandmother led the warriors to victory and after the battle thought it would be wise to revamp it to further praise and honour Avatar Kyoshi.”

I hum in acknowledgement. “Your grandmother sounds pretty cool.”

I then freeze to stone as I begin to connect the dots.

Grandmother…

Led the Kyoshi Warriors…

No way…

I stare at the back of Yukari’s head. “Was your grandmother Suki by any chance? Like, the Suki?”

The Kyoshi Warrior stops in her steps and drops her head with a heavy sigh. “Yeah.”

My jaw drops to the ground.

NO WAY!

“You’re Sokka and Suki’s granddaughter!” I exclaim excitedly. “Wow! It’s an honour to-“

“-Stop it.” Yukari interrupts with a harsh tone. “Don’t make a big deal about it.”

Oh…

That…wasn’t what I was expecting.

“I-I’m sorry. I just-“

“-Excited to meet a descendant of the heroes of the Hundred Year War? You’re not the first one.”

Oh…

Wait a second. If she’s Sokka and Suki’s granddaughter…

“Aang and Toph’s kids never mentioned you.” I pointed out to her as we finally reach the entrance to the shrine. “I just assumed Sokka and Suki never had kids.”

“They had one. My mother, Kanna.” Yukari says quite quickly. Its clear she doesn’t like talking about it and is trying to clarify the confusion as fast as she can so I won’t ask any more questions. “She was the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors before me. I took up the mantle. The reason you’ve never heard of me probably stems from the fact that I cut ties from the rest of my family.”

My eyes widen in shock. Why would she do that?

“Why?”

She then glares at me full of annoyance. “If I answer, will you please shut up about it?”

I nod frantically.

“If you really must know, I cut ties with them because I was sick of it all.” She says with a hint of venom. “The expectations, the fame, all of it. It was what ruined my parents’ marriage and drove my mother to an early grave. I didn’t want a single reminder of where I came from. So, I said goodbye and burned my bridges. Kyoshi Island is my home, and the people here are my family. Nothing else matters.”

She glares at me again, her brown eyes piercing into mine. “Does that answer all your questions, Air Nomad?”

The acid in her voice makes me mute. All I can do is nod and in response the tension in Yukari’s body releases slightly. “Good. Now, since you’re going to be here and I’m supposed to watch over you like a good babysitter, I might as well show you around. Follow me.”

Before I can even respond, she walks inside. I stand there for a few seconds, processing everything I have just learned.

I…I had no idea things were that bad. I’m used to being recognised and I have some sort of popularity, but I never really considered the bad sides of it. I’ve seen Korra get her fair share of critics but most of the time she didn’t really let it bother her. And I haven’t really got that much at least when compared to her.

But with Yukari…it seems like she suffered a lot because of it.

“Air Nomad, come on!”

Snapping out of my thoughts, I rush into the Kyoshi Shrine and my eyes wide in awe as I see the interior. So many artifacts used by Avatar Kyoshi including her fans, boots, and headpiece. Not just that, but there are also little sections of writing that detail bits and pieces of her life.

“Wow…”

“Impressed?”

“Definitely. Then again, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Avatar Kyoshi lived for over 200 years, right?”

“That’s right. She’s the longest living Avatar in history.”

I can’t imagine living for centuries. There is so much you can do in that time. Roku was left for dead by Sozin, Aang died at sixty-six. Could Korra perhaps live that long?

Yukari shows me each and every bit and piece of artifacts and texts of history of events the Avatar participated in. I recognised most of them, one of them being the creation of Kyoshi Island and the death of the infamous Chin the Conqueror.

But then, as she’s explaining the details surrounding some other event, I notice something at the very end. I lean slightly forward and squint and when I read the text my eyebrows raise in surprise.

That’s interesting. I’ve never read anything like that before.

When I zone back in, I can hear Yukari still talking.

“And that was when Avatar Kyoshi established the Dai Li and-“

“-What’s the Kyoshi Civil War?”

My interruption freezes her rambling and before she can ask, I walk up to the stand and see what it says. I am a bit disappointed to see that there isn’t that much detail compared to the others.

“That…was probably the darkest period of Avatar Kyoshi.” Yukari reluctantly says as she comes up to beside me. “It happened during the twilight years of her era.”

“What happened?”

Yukari sighs heavily, the tension in her body returning. “Are you aware of the beliefs Avatar Kyoshi had?”

I do. All too well.

“Only justice will bring peace.” I recite. “That’s what she believed. She was willing to bring balance to the world by any means necessary.”

She nods in confirmation. “Yes, she was. And when she began the Kyoshi Warriors she taught us to be protectors of our homes and those in need. She taught us the same beliefs she had. And, for the majority of the duration of her era the organisation had little issue. However, near the end, there was a…friction.”

“Friction?” I echo, titling my head in confusion. “What kind of friction?”

Yukari sighs once more, clearly finding the topic difficult to talk about. “There was one warrior who believed we and Avatar Kyoshi weren’t doing enough, that we could be doing so much more. She witnessed corruption persisting in the world despite our efforts. And so, she believed we should increase our numbers and expand and increase our influence and control on all nations to eradicate the scum of the Earth. The Avatar disagreed, claiming that her beliefs were dangerous and could lead her down a dark path that will bring more harm than good. At the time, they all thought that was the end of it. Little did Kyoshi and the rest know was that the warrior was conspiring and plotting against them in secret and growing an army of her own followers.”

My mouth part slightly, stunned at how this one warrior was able to this right under the nose of an Avatar. She must have been really skilled at deception.

“What was this warrior’s name?”

Yukari takes a deep, long breath and clench her hands into fists. After a long, tense exhale she utters two words.

“Lady Yuchin.”

I frown in concentration as I try to remember if I ever heard of that name before but…nothing. Blank.

“I’ve never heard of her.”

“I would be surprised if you did.” She chuckles without humour. “The Earth Kingdom used to have more history of her but most of the knowledge was lost during the Hundred Year War. What you see is all we have.”

Spirits…so much information was lost because of the Fire Nation. So much.

“What happened after that?”

“Eventually, she and her followers were discovered.” Yukari continues. “It is unknown what happened specifically, but they somehow escaped and hid. Then, after a short period, Lady Yuchin returned to public light and disowned her loyalty to the Avatar and the Kyoshi Warriors and begun her own organisation, declaring that they will not rest until they take control of the world and eradicate the corruption from within and anyone, even her former allies, who dared to stop them will suffer.”

Spirits…

“And what was this organisation’s name?”

“We don’t know.” Yukari simply says, shrugging nonchalantly. “That bit of information has been lost. However, after she was killed in battle her followers renamed their group after her to honour her memory: The Yuchin Order and its followers, the Yuchin Knights.”

She was killed?!

“How did she die?”

“The Kyoshi Civil War lasted for five years. Lady Yuchin died in the Battle of Shamu during the third year of the war, killed by the Avatar herself. The Yuchin Order’s numbers were growing very fast and so did the Kyoshi Warrior’s to combat them. Many lives were lost. But after Yuchin’s death was when the tide turned to our favour. Without her leadership and guidance, many of the Knights desired to take the role of the order’s master to fill in the power vacuum. Sources say that many of them betrayed and backstabbed one another to achieve authority. In the end, the Yuchin Knights’ worst enemy were themselves. Eventually, Lady Yuchin’s apprentice, Konrok, eventually obtained leadership and did achieve some success but, by then, it was too late. In desperation, Konrok launched one final attack on Kyoshi Island and, from what I read, it was an absolute bloodbath. Total carnage. Casualties were extremely high and most of the island was badly harmed. However, in the end, it was clear who had won. When the fighting stopped, all of the Yuchin were destroyed. None of them survived. And, after five brutal years, the Kyoshi Civil War was finally over.”

As she finally finishes the story, my jaw drops slightly.

Spirits…an entire civil war full of death and suffering and I had no idea it existed. I knew Avatar Kyoshi wasn’t perfect and experienced her own challenges and failures, but a full civil war?

Wait a minute…

“Why is it called the Kyoshi Civil War, though? Shouldn’t it have been the Yuchin-Kyoshi War or something?”

“You would think that, wouldn’t you? But no. Despite the philosophical differences, the majority saw the Yuchin as rogue Kyoshi Warriors. The Avatar was heavily criticised for the conflict after it ended but thankfully it didn’t tarnish her reputation. The Civil War prompted her to reduce the quantity of the warriors to prevent such a betrayal from happening again. And, thankfully, the group has experienced nothing but peace amongst its members.”

We stay silent for a moment as we feel the weight of the story. Just from hearing it I feel nearly crushed by the Civil War’s intensity. I couldn’t imagine what it was like to actually live in the Earth Kingdom during that period.

A new thought enters my mind, and the intensity amplifies.

Is…Is it possible that this was what my vision was about? About the Yuchin Order? If that is the case, why? To teach me some valuable lesson? Or, more terribly, to warn me about its return?

No. No, that was impossible. Yukari said herself that all of the Yuchin Knights were killed in the final battle of the war. There was no way they could come back.

I look up at the board and see a rough drawing of Kyoshi Warriors and Yuchin Knights engaged in a deadly battle. While the former were all women and were dressed to look spitting images of the Avatar they worship, their enemies were a mixture of male and female and dressed in golden yellow with night-sky boots. Some wore bulky armour, others wore mere robes, and others wore a combination of the two. They all wielded sharp silver swords tainted with blood, some wielding one and others wielding two.

“There are women AND men in the Yuchin.” I point out, filling the silence. “Why is that?”

Yukari hums in acknowledgement and deep thought. “I am not entirely sure because of the lack of information. But from what I gathered it seemed as if Lady Yuchin believed that the eradication of corruption was a task for all, not just for one specific category.”

Hm. Interesting. I look at the drawing again and I spot her. At the very back of the army is one female warrior elevated standing on some sort of platform to make her above the rest, marking her importance. Unlike the others, she wields a double-bladed sword and is using it to direct the charge against the Kyoshi Warriors, all the while her red cape is blowing along the wind.

This must be Lady Yuchin. To think, she was once a Kyoshi Warrior herself until her desire to eradicate corruption consumed and transformed her into becoming the very thing she despised. I have seen this with my own enemies over the years. Amon and Tarrlok despised their father and yet became just as bad as him, and now it seems like the same is happening with Kuvira.

“Yukari!”

The shout or, more accurately, scream of the Kyoshi Warrior Leader’s name startles both of us as we turn to the entrance. There, just outside the door, another of the female fighters is there but is shaking badly with…fear.

“What is it?” Yukari asks as she rushes over to her comrade and takes her in her arms. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Kuvira’s troops. More of them have arrived and are planning on taking complete control of the island!”

WHAT?!

Dammit! Since I’ve been gone for a while, the coronation of Wu has no doubt already happened. And since Kuvira’s troops aren’t standing down it means that their leader hasn’t given up her power.

Of course, she hasn’t. The power has gotten to her head and now she’s taking control of the entire Earth Kingdom. I shouldn’t have been surprised.

I was right. I was right. I. Was. Right.

The Kyoshi Warrior continues, and her words shake as much as her body. “Her men are calling Kyoshi Island and its people the property of the Earth Empire. Any resistance will have severe consequences.”

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And that's it!

I hope you enjoyed it! What did you think of Yukari so far and the lore behind of Lady Yuchin and the Kyoshi Civil War?

Feedback is appreciated!

See you all in the next chapter! :D

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heartofkandrakarz · 1 year

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my zutara steambabies headcanons

— note i changed alot of ages of tlok adult character ages to go with my zutara au, ex: toph has had lin at 27 and she was born 115 AG— also tophs kids AREN’T SOKKA’S

— i will continue to up date this

— canon ships in this au, azula x aang / suki x sokka / zuko x katara / ty lee x mai

izumi—

born: 109 AG

-> current ‘Firelady’

-> firebender— uses lightningbending

-> taught by azula

lee—

born: 110 AG

-> firebender

-> named after zukus secret identity ‘Lee’

-> lives with the sun warriors

kya—

born: 114 AG

-> waterbender

-> named after Katara’s mother ‘Kya’

-> healer in the southern watertribe

-> had a fling with Lin Beifong when they were both adults

lu ten II—

born: 116 AG

-> non-bender

-> named after Zuko’s late cousin ‘Lu Ten’

-> married Lin Beifong

-> lives in Rebulic City

-> is a detective

kanna—

born: 118 AG

-> non-bender

-> named after Katara’s grandmother ‘Kanna’

-> actress for the ‘Ember Island players’— with her aunt Kiyi

druk—

born: 121 AG

-> la and druk are twins

-> named after the dragon ‘Druk’

-> waterbender

la—

born: 121 AG

-> la and druk are twins

-> named after the water spirt ‘La’

-> firebender

-> shaman on Bhanti Island

#atla #steambabies #zutara #venus atla au

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avatar-wtf-weekend · 2 years

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Thank you!

A huge thank you to everyone who participated! We got some crazy cool new pairings and shined some light on some ultra underrated ones as well. The mods would like to say that this event was a success!

We are accepting late submissions through the end of September, so if you missed the event or are still working on some pieces, you’ve got time to submit them! (And honestly even after that—we just like to see content!)

A master list of all content produced for the event will be posted in October. In the mean time, here are the awesome creators who participated and the pairings we’ve seen so far:

The Pairings:

Izumi x Kuvira (Izuvira)

Jee x Ursa (Jursa)

Eska x Baatar Jr. (Eskaatar)

Sukibee (Suki x Smellerbee)

Mako x Jinora (Makonora)

Iroh II x Opal (Iropal)

Bumi x Piandao (Bumiandao)

Toph x Hahn (Hahnoph)

Yue x Kuei (Yuei)

Katara x Zhao (Zhaotara)

Kuviroh (Kuvira x Iroh II)

Tahno x Kuvira (Tahvira)

Tarlok x Bumi II (Tarrumi)

Jin x Sokka (Jinka)

Pakku x Hakoda (Pakoda)

Katara x Piandao (Piantara)

Sokka x Smellerbee (Sokkabee)

Kya II x Zuko (Kyuko)

The Boulder x Ursa (Bursa)

Jin x Jee (Jinjee)

Jet x Smellerbee (Jetbee)

Jin x Kuei (Jinuei)

Lu Ten x Suki (Lusuki)

Bato x Jeong Jeong (Bajeongjeong)

Katara x Longshot (Longtara)

Kuei x Ursa x Long Feng (Kurfeng)

Lin x The Lieutenant (Lintenant)

Iroh x Kanna (Kanroh)

The Creators:

@deriroga

@neva-borne

@orangepanic

@its-sooz-again

@badlucksav

@the-duck-eminence

@moneneki

@authorjoydragon

@writers-pond

Anonymous Creator

@crookedmouth-mountainbones

Aaronna

#avatarwtfweekend #avatar wtf weekend #thank you

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ourimpavidheroine · 8 months

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You've said you don't do modern AUs but if you did, who would have social media? And what kind?

That's true, I usually don't. But you know what? Why the fuck not!

Of the original generation, I think Su Beifong is the ultimate Facebook Grandma. Where she is the queen of humble bragging, FOR SURE. I don't think Baatar Sr would be into social media much at all - just not really his thing. I think Pema might also have FB, where she would post sweet updates and occasional Boomer memes and DM her family. Lin would not be caught dead on social media and refuses to look at anybody else's posts. LoLo would probably belong to the same private FB group as Bumi II and Iroh II. It's probably called something rude like SEAMEN 4 U or something. Where they reminisce over past exploits and compare fire whiskey or something. Post stupid Navy memes. I think both Izumi and Kya would be on FB, but they'd be private accounts and only for the sake of seeing family pictures and sending DMs to the rest of their generation.

Tenzin would probably have official Air Nation social media with lots of useful information. Which would actually be overseen by Jinora, of course. I think poor Tenzin would be confused by social media. And avoid it as much as possible. Jinora would probably do most of the posting and all of the accounts would be very well done.

Asami doesn't have time for social media; she has a PR firm that does Future Industries social media for her. Korra probably has both Twitter (I refuse to call it you know what) and TikTok, where she is the ultimate Gen X poster, and quite popular with all age ranges. There's air guitar. There's showy displays of bending. There's hilarious interviews with spirits. Every once in awhile she gets serious, as well. She's very popular because she's the Avatar. She's pretty busy, so she's not a daily poster by any means, but is still well liked. She has matured enough that she just blocks trolls instead of debating them.

Wu has FB, Instagram, Twitter - all of which are connected and basically post the same thing. Nothing live because the man would not be caught dead without anything wholly and completely curated and photoshopped. While he does write most of his posts and takes some photos, his posts are curated by his PR firm before being published and are meant to represent the Hou-Ting family as a whole. The Pool of Golden Blooms does have social media, but it's done by his publisher. Wu does have a private FB account so he can keep up with friends and family, however.

Mako would have Whatsapp so he could get in touch with folks but that would be about it. He'll gamely watch whatever memes anyone else shows him, though. He's often included in Wu's posts and he's okay with it. As long as he isn't required to actually keep up with it.

Qi would have Insta only; no candid shots, but something incredibly stylish and cool. Fashionista account, for sure. Followed by thousands and thousands. Never responds to anyone. Please. As if they would. Scorpio.

Bolin is the KING of social media. One of those celebrity actor accounts that everyone loves. He'd be like the Mark Hamill of Avatar Social Media. Or the Neil Gaiman. He'd respond as much as he could.

Opal would be the Georgia Tennant of Twitter and Instagram. Enough said.

Nuo would have FB and Instagram. She would not post all that much, but she'd keep up with what everyone else was doing. However, she and Wu would Facetime daily. There is official Zaofu social media but that's done by the PR team.

Wing would mostly post stuff about his garden. Wei would mostly post stuff about his pro-bending. Neither of them is very regular. They are both pretty busy with their lives and are more outdoorsy dudes anyhow.

Ikki mostly does live blogging, and she's fairly popular. Sometimes Baatar Jr is in it by accident and he is HIGHLY CRANKY about it, which Ikki thinks is hilarious. Most people think he's doing it as part of a long-running joke but no. He's legit crabby. He thinks social media is the downfall of civilization and refuses to use it. (When it is pointed out to him that his Aunt thinks the same he gets real fucking pissy.)

Huan does Twitter and Insta, but only about his art. He doesn't interact.

Meelo does regular live blogging like his sister, mostly about the Southern Air Temple as well as the school for the Deaf they have there. I would imagine he would do some sort of YouTube channel to learn Sign Language. (I have a lot of headcanons about Meelo eventually coming into his own and being an amazing teacher.)

Rohan? Too busy for social media, probably, although if Jinora asked him to do something specific for Air Nation social media he would gladly help out.

Hou-Ting kids? Naoki would do occasional Instagram posts, probably. It would focus a lot on her bending/her students' bending. She wouldn't do anything with regards to the Fire Nation court - that would be done by the official Fire Nation Royal accounts. Hemadri, on the other hand, would have a very popular Twitter account. People think it's Naoki doing it, but it's actually Lady Uma, which is something only Juziya, Naoki, and Sozui know. Juziya and Sozui would be covered by the official Fire Nation Royal accounts as well.

Zhi along with San would do popular desert, bug and geology videos/blogs across social media. They'd be like the Avatar version of Shane and Ryan with some Bear Grylls thrown in. Great rapport and really fun videos that actually teach people things. Ping and Amak sometimes show up. There are many calls in the comments for Ping to take his shirt off. Ping is mortified.

Meili would not do social media often but when she did it would be about her clinic and/or charity work, never anything personal. Meili is a very private person. Tupilek would keep up social media for Bridge Clinic, and would have a private FB account to keep in touch with his family down south.

Sayuri wouldn't do social media, except for her wholly anonymous and totally secret Tumblr account, which would be full of weird fandom stuff. She'd have the shoelaces, okay?

Zu also has a private Tumblr account, also full of weird fandom stuff. Neither of them know the other one has one. When they eventually find out, they will think it is H I L A R I O U S. They still won't follow each other, however, because they both understand the importance of having their own thing to themselves.

Orchid would be a social media QUEEN. Mommy blogger. Business woman blogger. Come see gorgeous Zaofu blogger. Beauty tips blogger. Sponsored blogger. Absolutely. Iris? No time, could not care less. Rose? Oh god no. She'd have a sophisticated website for her jewelry business but it would be done professionally, she'd have nothing to do with it. Poppy? Twitter. Where she would be known for being just savage to people who pissed her off. As would Jai, who would offend people on the regular. God help you if you attempted to troll one of them, because the other would come gunning for you.

Bu would probably blog every once in awhile, but not consistently. Pearl? No. She's as much offline as she can be.

Goba has a popular YouTube channel where he teaches Airbending meditation techniques and body strengthening exercises that anybody can use.

Katara II would have a YouTube channel about archival techniques, as well as Airbending history - which are mostly voiceovers, since she's not comfortable in front of the camera. She'd be well-known and appreciated, but more among the academic crowd. Tseten would enjoy social media, but wouldn't be consistent. A month of daily blogging and then six months of nothing while he'd be neck deep into his art.

Bhuti has one of the most popular travel blogs in the world. She'd be one of those people who would have an entire TikTok channel of her dancing with various people all over, that kind of thing. She's fun, she's engaging, she goes everywhere. Ever wanted to hear an air bison fart? Bhuti's got you covered. People love her, and she does lots of fun and spontaneous interviews as she travels as well.

#my fanfic #long post

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