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Adding to my Modern!ATLA AU regarding transportation:
Azula:
-Corvette. No exceptions.
-soundtrack is just Evanescence’s Fallen album on repeat
-the worst driver of them all but won’t admit it
-regards the speed limit as an unasked for suggestion
Mai:
- I don’t wanna say BMW but I’m gonna say BMW
-doesn’t listen to music or, on the rare occasion, instrumental music
-refuses bumper stickers of any kind
-buys the most expensive gas
Ty Lee:
-white Jeep Wrangler. You know the one.
-mainstream music: particularly fond of Icona Pop
-cares not for seatbelts
-cried when she ran over a plastic bag that she thought was an animal (Mai had to calm her down)
Stars
Suki sat with her legs dangling from the side of the Western Air Temple, the quiet dark settled contently around her, a peaceful breeze making a slight whistle as it blew through the structure.
The others were farther in the temple, most likely sleeping (except for maybe Zuko; Suki doesn’t think the Fire Prince ever sleeps). Sokka, however, was only a few feet away from her, snoring softy with his mouth slightly open.
It had only been a few hours since they had returned from the Boiling Rock, and the four of them had been exhausted. After Katara had embraced her father, and the group had settled down to discuss what had occurred, Aang had lit them a fire and slowly, they had all drifted off to sleep.
She had gone to look over the amazing view of the Western Air Temple, how even in the dark inky sky, you could see the stars as clear as they were the sun. Sokka had eventually made his way over to her in silence, dragging his bedroll with him, and wordlessly falling asleep next to her.
The moon was nearly full that night, and Suki couldn’t tell if the moon was smiling at her or crying.
“I know that you…in reality, you were his first.” Suki whispers, keeping her head down.
“But I love him, too. I didn’t know you in life, but if he loved you and wanted to protect you, then you must have been an amazing person.” Suki sighed, looking up at the stars.
“I’m sorry I never got to meet you, Yue.”
Suddenly, the wind stopped all at once, the landscape going completely still, the air stagnant and silent.
The stars burned a little brighter, and Suki could almost hear a young princess laughing.
Bones
Skeletons of war aren’t in the closet, they hide in plain sight.
The first sign of war is on display in each one of the air temples: actual skeletons of a people who were killed amidst kindness, left hollow by the passing of a century.
The Fire Lord who helped end the war will return to one of these temples, years after the war has been won. He will go alone, and he will scour the Southern Air Temple for weeks.
When he returns, he will gift the Avatar with the record of his birth, found in a library turned to dust, dirt, unburnt.
The Avatar will cry, and feel more connected to his new family and his old than he ever has before, but the Fire Lord knows the Air Nomads will never come back.
The second sign of war is the soldiers through the Earth Kingdom, disciplined and barbaric alike.
The same Fire Lord will remember a young boy with his brother stolen for the front lines, who turned on him when he knew who he (his family, his legacy) really was. He will remember a girl’s kindness, repaid in rapacity. He will remember all the the charred earth he had seen, and a boy who died beneath a lake.
The villages will be rebuilt, the soldiers brought home, and a baby ostrich horse will find a new home. A Fire Nation village, nestled in an Earth Kingdom forest, will be instructed to leave the intricate hideouts in the trees where they are.
The Fire Lord won’t stay in these towns long enough to hear them say thank you, feeling he would break if he ever heard such a lie as gratefulness to him.
Third, the destruction of the Southern water benders, an entire bending discipline now resting on the shoulders of a single water bender, made terrified by the prospect of unyielding control under the light of a full moon.
He will release the prisoner who had taught her to blood bend into the water bender’s custody, and lets her decide what she sees fit (she looks into her eyes, blue bearing into gray, and demand imprisonment for eternity, both in body and in spirit).The young Fire Lord will see the relief and gratitude in her eyes, and ignore the loud protests of his advisors, who wanted the woman executed. But looking at Katara, he feels as though the Fire Nation should get no say in the matter.
And the fourth is the Fire Lord himself, broken by a lineage of war and deceit, and even though he tries, even though he is reassured he has done more than what anyone expected of him, gone above and beyond, he will never be able to shake the feeling of guilt for a heritage he did not choose.
He hides this skeleton in the closet, and smiles for the other nations, for his friends, but he feels it in his bones and in his soul. Every night he takes out the skeleton he made of these bones and dances with it, in the form of pacing, shaking, the thought of rest ever so a foreign concept. The night he arrives at the Southern Water Tribe (for the second time) greeted by Sokka with an embrace (he remembers tossing him to the side before), he will lay awake and clench his jaw, trying so hard not to think about Katara, the last water bender in the south pole. He will help rebuild the villages and towns and pay reparations to the Earth Kingdom, doubting his choice only in the case of Yu Dao, and even years later, is scared to think he actually made the wrong choice. He will help the Avatar rebuild the ties to the spirit world, replanting trees into a lush forest, a statue watching them gratefully in the distance. He will grip his hands, plaster a smile on his face, when Aang’s voice hitches when he talks about the air benders, and waits until he is alone at night to sob.
The Fire Lord is haunted by ghosts and bones alike, the balance within him forever off kilter. So the Fire Lord carves every lost water bender, every Earth Kingdom family ripped apart, and every air nomad corpse into his own bones, a promise to always be redeeming, a darkness he takes with him to the grave.
Something I noticed that I thought was kind of cool is that Appa liking Zuko is the reason Aang even listened to him at first.
The reason the Earth King heard Team Avatar out when they were trying to convince him Long Feng was corrupt and they were at war was because Bosco liked Aang.
The animals, man. They know.
*on the Day of Black Sun*
Ozai: Why wait? You have your swords and I’m defenseless. You could just kill me now.
Zuko:…
Zuko: Shit, you right.
Ozai: WAIT NO
Cargo
Appa knew that he was more than just transportation.
He knew that he was a member of their family, the same as any human would be.
Appa and Aang had an unbreakable bond, something he knew even before he was lost, but was solidified by the deep ache inside of the bison that had nothing to do with hunger. Appa missed Aang so much that it manifested into a physical form, and only abated on the shores of Lake Laogai, when Aang hugged him deep and Appa felt the boys tears as he whispered “I missed you, buddy.”
Appa could not speak words that Aang could understand, nor could the bison cry to show how much he missed Aang, but Appa felt that Aang already knew.
Katara had always believed in Appa, even when sometimes the bison was unsure of himself. She encouraged him when he flew through Fire Nation blockades, desserts that stretch out endlessly, and when the Day of Black Sun came, she fought by his side, not as a master but as a comrade.
Katara is the one who always kept a hand on him in caves, her touch comforting like winter’s first snowfall.
Sokka, Appa had to earn his belief, and in a way, that's its own merit— Sokka believed when it was proven, and that meant that it was solid— Appa’s strength and abilities where solid, and Sokka saw that. Sokka had painstakingly designed sky bison armor, something that had never been done before, simply because he felt Appa deserved to be protected.
It meant more to Appa than Sokka will ever know.
Toph was different than the others, her measure of strength not coming from what she could see, but rather, what she could feel. In the desert, Appa understood the sheer amount of strength it took to hold up Wan Shi Tong’s library, while at the same time trying desperately to protect him in the sand. two monumental tasks that any earthbender but Toph would have almost no hope of achieving. In the end, despite everything he went through, Appa supported Toph’s choice, because it kept his family from being buried forever.
Toph apologized in hushed whispers outside the Earth King’s palace, trying to hold tears back, but Appa felt he didn’t need forgive her for the choice she made, so he nuzzled against her and slept outside her window that night.
Zuko was complicated in many ways, and Appa has seen him in many different complicated ways. An enemy, a reluctant ally, a friend, his family and as a savior. Appa wasn’t sure what it was that came over Zuko as his uncle pleaded with him under Lake Laogai, but when Zuko struck the chains off of him, Appa felt something deep inside the Fire Prince that would not be forgotten. Months later, when he came to train Aang, Appa knew he was destined to be his fire bending teacher, and to be apart of their family.
When Zuko used his bending late at night to warm the chilly caverns of the Western Air Temple, breathing gentle flames into the air over the sleeping group, Appa didn’t rear back in fear, he huddled closer to Zuko’s warmth.
They didn’t think of him as an animal, and he didn’t think of them as anything other than family.
The five lives he carried on his back, the one who he was frozen for 100 years with, the one who comforts him with a touch, the one who was skeptical but truly thought he was magical, the one who fought for him despite being overwhelmingly outnumbered, and the one who trusted him even as he was falling to his death, were the precious cargo that Appa carried.
He would protect them, no mater what.
I love how Iroh is 100% able to admit he has made mistakes in his life, but he has yet to acknowledge the greatest one:
At the end of a 100 YEAR WAR, he decided to leave the MOST POWERFUL COUNTRY IN THE WORLD in the hands of a TRAUMATIZED 16 YEAR OLD, and then move like 100,000 miles away.
Exhausted
Hakoda knows that Sokka is exhausted.
They all were, all the time, his son even saying that tired was now apart of his personality.
“That’s me,” he would joke, “the meat, sarcasm and perpetually tired guy.”
Hakoda was tired, too. The war had been over for a few years now, and the Northern and Southern Water Tribes were working on rebuilding their relations as well as their cities. Hakoda, Bato and Sokka were the only ones as representatives for their small tribe of only 40, while the Northern had thousands, and had sent over 50 representatives.
They had decided to convene in Omashu, where King Bumi had been gracious enough to let them host, after the Northern Water Tribe realized that traveling from pole to pole was not an easy feat for the southerners (them, too, but they would never admit that).
Getting a chance to speak was difficult, the formal language used was difficult, getting the representatives to understand just how different their tribes were was difficult, even finding a seat had been difficult.
The door to the apartment they were staying in opened abruptly and then slammed a moment later, and Hakoda’s heart started to race. Sokka was home, and that meant that he…had to tell Sokka. Hakoda took a deep breath as his son entered the room.
“S-“
“Not now,” Sokka practically growled, and if he had been a fire bender, he certainly would have let out a huff of fire, “I’m really not in the mood for anything right now. I’m hungry, exhausted and this place is horrible. The people here are all jerks.”
“Sokka, I think you should—“
“Why do they care that we’re using one of the fifteen conference rooms? Bumi said it was fine!”
“Sokka, you should—“
“They weren’t even politicians! They were damn delivery drivers!” Sokka pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
“should—“
“Dad, I literally just said I didn’t want to talk!”
“read—“
“Ugh!” Sokka threw his hands in the air, frustration pouring out of him. “Goodnight, dad. Don’t wake me in the morning, unless something catastrophic happens. Actually, scratch that, even if the world ends, don’t wake me up. La knows it would be an improvement.”
The door slammed, and Hakoda stood. He couldn’t remember how long he stood, how long he stared at the door, before the reality of the situation hit him all at once.
He covered his mouth with his left palm, an attempt to keep from sobbing, silent tears beginning to slide down his face, hands shaking, the crinkling parchment of the Fire Nation missive heavy in his hand.
To whomever it may concern:
Fire Lord Zuko, First of his Name, Protector of the Dragon Throne, and Master of Dragon Fire, has been assassinated by poisoned arrow on the date of the 17th, Late Sun. Lord Zuko was struck in the left shoulder by a lone arrow while presenting a speech to the Council of Education, and died a few hours later from his wounds, as the weapon was laced with belladonna.
He leaves behind a grieving mother, sister, uncle, and nation.
No successor has been named as of yet, however Prince Iroh is currently acting as reagent.
Princess Azula is no longer in line for the Dragon Throne.
Funeral rites were preformed shortly after death, and the body cremated, as it tradition. Only the Fire Lord’s mother, step father, half sister and Fire Sages had been present, as Prince Iroh was in Ba Sing Se at the time of Fire Lord Zuko’s death.
May his flame burn bright forever.
Councilmen of the Court of Flames
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Weird ask can anyone teach me Na’vi (the language)?? It’s built enough for people to actually speak it.
Well, here's my second post
And this time I decided to have a little fun, namely to try to draw some of my characters on the topic: "What would happen if my characters were in the Treasure Island fendom?" Here is the result
I didn't know what to do with my dragon Mari, so I decided to leave her as is without much changes
Fane, Jinji and Dark Jinji are alternative versions of Maria, so their clothes are a little different, but at the same time they are the same in some sense, except that the color of their clothes will always be different
Mike and Me'sic are my Oc from my own crossover comic "Avatar New Era of World", which is still being drawn, albeit slowly, I will tell you more about them next time, and maybe show you my comic-crossover
Leonardo is an animated puppet who is able to create yellow threads to control some objects or people like ordinary puppets
I hope you like this, and see you next time)
Okay, for this time, I have got a surprise for you all
Here is my comic-crossover with Avatar and with the Treasure Planet Fendoms, and I want to say, that there will be not only this too fendoms, there will be many as I planned
This is first part of my comic, soon I try show a second part
I hope you like this, and see you soon, bye ^^✨)
(This part was made a long time ago, so the style was a little different)
How Treasure Island Fans See Captain Smollett
How (as a fan of Avatar) do I see him
SURPRISE :D🎆
Keep the Crossover Art of Captain Smolett in the form of a Sea Na'vi UwU🤚🎁🤚
If you like this, than I can do more some like this crossover of Avatar with the Treasure Island ^^✨✨✨
Okay, I'm very surprised and very happy about how much attention this simple sketch-collab has gained (╯✧▽✧)╯
67 notes! \0О0/✨
So I think it's time for me to try to create another art collab, or rather half an art collab
Your character got on Maria's ship somehow, what will be the reaction of your Oc to a small part of Maria's team? :D
And i'm sorry that this work doesn't look completely done, the fact is that I got sick, so it's a little difficult for me to draw and I get tired quickly (｡•́︿•̀｡)
But I will try to post posts a little faster :">👍
This time I brought with me a redraw of my Oc by Avatar
Me'sic Mike Onantu
Twenty years Nineteen years Twenty one
Me'sic is an ordinary Na'vi and lives with his own clan called Utral tìrey, which translates as a "Trea of life". However, he, like the whole clan, have a disadvantage in the number of patterns on the bodies of these Na'vi, and their shade has a little dark blue color.
Mike is a new subspecies of the Na'vi, crossed between them and the Ursids frome Treasure Planet, most of the DNA belongs to him from the Ursid than from the Na'vi, but he also has part of his parent
Onantu is crossed between sea Na'vi and Orcs from the game Skyrim (World of TES), Therefore, he is as tall as a Na'vi, but has great strength like an Orc. (I created him for a crossover roleplay between Skyrim and AVATAR.)
Oel ngati kameie, oeyä ʼeylan!
I want to introduce you to something special this time.
I am a person who really adores such a movie as "Avatar" and the cartoon "Treasure Planet".
That's why I thought about something last year..
What will happen..If I cross Ursids (a race of humanoid creatures/humanoid bears), and Na'vi?
Yes, I know, it's a crazy idea, but out of all this, I managed to create, if I may say so, a new species, which I want to introduce to you.
and so, behold..Na'virsids!
What do you think about it?
I hope you enjoyed such a surprise, oh yes, and something else!
For posts with such a species, I will use the hashtag "Na'virsid" or "Na'virsids", so that you can also find information about them again from me, and also, do not hesitate and try, if you want, to create your own Na'virsid based on my scheme!
See you soon!
Hello everyone! I decided to show the next part of my crossover comic between Avatar and Treasure Planet, these are all old works too, so I'm sorry if something might seem wrong somewhere ^^"
You can watch the first part here:
Just a little thought for the last post about additional dialogue between this two
Oh damn, I forgot to post them.
I do not know if people on this social network know such an Russian animated series such as "Бесит" (Enrages), but here are the two main characters from there, that I drew in the form of the Na'vi, in last year
Some of the characters of the Phoenix Studio: Psycho and Doc (Псих и Док)
