#I’ve been playing with this

[juune-moon]

Unspoken Element

As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting the palace in a warm, amber glow, Zuko found Katara in the garden. She stood by a small pond, her reflection rippling in the water as the last rays of light danced across the surface. The air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine, the night just beginning to cool after the heat of the day.

Zuko hesitated for a moment, watching her, the way her hair fell softly around her shoulders, the way her fingers traced patterns in the air as if she were bending water without even realizing it. He had seen her so many times before, in battle, in moments of quiet, but tonight, something was different. The weight of unspoken words hung between them, heavy with the tension that had been building over the past months.

“Katara,” he finally said, his voice low, almost a whisper.

She turned to face him, her blue eyes catching the fading light, holding his gaze in a way that made his breath hitch. There was a vulnerability in her eyes that mirrored his own, a shared understanding of the burdens they carried, the scars left by a war that had taken too much from both of them.

“Zuko,” she replied, her voice soft but firm, as if she was testing the strength of his name on her lips.

He took a step closer, his heart pounding in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears. They had been through so much together—fought side by side, saved each other more times than he could count. But this…this was different. This was a step neither of them had dared take before.

“I…” He struggled to find the words, his usual confidence faltering in the face of what he felt. “I don’t know how to do this.”

Katara’s lips curved into a small, almost sad smile. “Neither do I,” she admitted, the honesty in her voice breaking down the last of his defenses.

Without thinking, Zuko closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. The touch was electric, a spark that ignited something deep within both of them. Katara’s breath caught, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment as she leaned into his touch.

“I’ve wanted to tell you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, “for so long…”

Katara opened her eyes, the intensity in her gaze almost too much to bear. “Then show me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with a longing that mirrored his own.

Zuko didn’t need any more encouragement. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek, and then, with a tenderness that belied the fire burning inside him, he leaned in and kissed her.

The kiss was slow at first, hesitant, as if they were both afraid of what this might mean. But as their lips met, something shifted. The dam holding back their emotions broke, and the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more desperate, as if they were trying to make up for all the time they had spent denying what they felt.

Katara’s hands found their way to his chest, clutching at the fabric of his robes as she pressed herself closer to him. Zuko responded in kind, one arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her against him, while the other tangled in her hair. The world around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them, caught in a moment they had both been too afraid to hope for.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other as they tried to regain their composure. Zuko could feel the rapid beat of Katara’s heart against his chest, matching his own.

“This changes… everything,” Katara said, her voice trembling slightly.

“I know,” Zuko replied, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside him. “But I’m so tired of caring.”

Katara looked up at him, her eyes searching his. Whatever she saw there must have been enough because she nodded, a single tear slipping down her cheek.

“I know what you mean,” she whispered with a sardonic chuckle.

And with that, they kissed again, sealing their unspoken promises in the fading light of the garden, their hearts finally in sync with the undeniable truth they could no longer ignore.

[honey-doc]

I just know he wanna see a giant woman

[lopsidedspecs]

BG3 art dump⭐️

[p0nyr0ni]

[chloesimaginationthings]

Freddy never questioned Gregory's actions in FNAF..

[imsofansie]

Gregory House the type of guy to say “outta my way, gayboy” to his reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror as he goes for whatever he’s got in there

[timothvy]

based on a picture i saw on twitter

[oobbbear]

Drew the besties

[drizzledrawings]

They are my best friends

[stripysockxx]

Big fan of Gabriel and V1 killing each other intimately (^^)

[whosafraidoftheladyeve]

the person who yelled “GUYS KISS” at robert de niro and al pacino is soooo real actually

[mewnia]

Wip ;P

Song is “Time Machine” by Autoheart!

[puretopia]

🦇✨

[afterartist]

Once again too impatient to wait for myself to finish art before I post it

So updated WIP

Disaster twins >>>>>

[seancefemme]

would you tell me if you want me, cause I can’t move until you show me

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Into the pit got William Afton a new hater..