#Sapphire Fire

[sapphire-fire-nation]

By Tei Juan

[mogranet]

Avatar - The Last Airbender - Sapphire Fire (Katara) Cosplay

[keddwario]

Today, Firelord Zuko had his first official meeting with the Earth Kingdom diplomat. Rumor has it that Lee, popular server from the very popular Jasmine Dragon tea shop, and The Blue Spirit were also in attendance. What does this mean for our nation? I interviewed an average Fire Nation family for their opinion.

Wang Fire: I, for one, would like to know what all these diplomatic meetings are going to do to solve the looming threat of the Melon Lord!

Sapphire Fire: I worry for the safety of my children!

Kuzon Fire, hugging his mother's pregnant stomach: Will my baby brother be born under Melon Lord tyranny?

I intended to inquire further about who and what this "Melon Lord" was, but a Melon was thrown at my head from an unknown direction and I had to end the interview for safety purposes.

We all making jokes about Zuko working at the tea shop as firelord, and how humble he is towards his servants. But what if a diplomat from the earth kingdom shows up one day and catches Zuko in a more casual outfit while being ushered through the palace. The diplomat mentions something about how Lee must be very good at making tea if he was sent all the way to the fire nation and asks to be served during the meeting. Not one to turn down an offer Zuko obliges and disappears off into the kitchen. The diplomat sits down at the meeting table, awaiting the arrival of the firelord when his tea arrives. He pours a cup for everyone sat around the table including the firelord. The diplomat inquiries when the firelord will be joining, to which Zuko responds by sitting in the throne at the head of the table.

[burningcheese-merchant]

I logged back in here just to share these photos my SO just showed me of a Shadow Milk pop-up store in Korea

It's cool and all but... Idk am I the only person who's kind of annoyed at this point? Shadow Milk gets all of this obnoxious fanfare and all this merch and absolutely EVERYTHING tailored to and around him, and what does Burning Spice get? A fucking candle thing? What does Mystic Flour get? I genuinely don't even remember lol

I've seen and been to pop-up stores like this, they're fucking huge! I poked my head into a One Piece pop-up at a mall in Tokyo once... And by that, I mean I waited for the escalator to take me up a floor, because it literally took up the whole fucking thing!!! They made the Carnival of Shadows a real ass place

Look I know I'm being a huge baby. I like Shadow Milk too. But... Burning Spice :( he got nothing :( he didn't even get a countdown, man :( why are they treating my baby like this 😭😭😭 MF got snubbed and the other Beasts are gonna get snubbed, too, just watch

[zivazivc]

So in the second movie we see poppy and branch get, basically drugged by smooth jazz. Do you think different kinds of music can be like drugs to trolls who aren't off that genre? I'm just thinking about floyd & his ex band mates just getting high after putting on a funky record

I can't explain to you how much i love this ask, Sapphire! Like it made me obsessed sljhfdjd I was focusing so much on that ringpop pacifier from the third movie and thinking of other troll drugs I could come up with (like sour worms lol) that I completely forgot about smooth jazz!!

Eventually Floyd got up like in a trance, started dancing hippie-style, tripped over his own feet, and never got up

Floyd is still 14 here and they are all morons. Also I think Floyd would in general be much more affected by this genre because he doesn't have any Rock Troll blood like the rest of them. Slowly they will learn through morally dubious trial and error... Pray for them.

the records Flea borrowed:

[rairai-raven]

Beast Yeast Episode 8 be like: (Spoilers ahead)

[righthandedleftturn]

Dan Jurgens has done a variant cover for Justice League Unlimited #5 which is a homage to the Justice League Spectacular #1 (which was later used for the Superman and Justice League America vol. 1 trade that collected Jurgens' run on the title). Notice that Fire and Ice have switched powers since the Absolute Power event.

[otiksimr]

ALL [79] Seawings Including Coral's 32 sons

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A quick edit: I think I might've actually capped out the tags heh- tried to add them back it just gets rid of them

F.

[jkparkin]

Justice League Unlimited #5 (DC, March 2025) variant cover by Dan Jurgens

[scrollwyrm]

You ever think about Burn before Oasis died? I do.

And yes that is her mother’s headband because I FINALLY understand how to draw opals :’)

[sapphire-fire-nation]

by Calmingscene

[trainerjoshie]

Pokémon TCG E-Series Aquapolis (2003) & EX Team Rocket Returns (2004) Houndour & Houndoom illustrations by Naoyo Kimura 🔥

[sapph2re]

page from artbook but with my gems !

[pudgybun]

I am itching 2 GAME I wanna play pokemon on my gba sp so bad but the haters wont let me (i finished pkmn emerald version) 💔💔💔 what do i doooo

[therogueflame]

The Small Council - Teaser

I KNOW this is late i am SORRY I just have had 0, like absolutely 0 motivation to work on this. But I am strange and decided that my period was the best time to start working on it. Aemond girlies, pls don't come for me, I will have this out on the 7th. Love you!

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The door closed behind her, leaving him alone in the dim glow of the chamber. Aemond exhaled, long and slow, before turning back toward the window. He clasped his hands behind his back, posture rigid as he gazed out over King’s Landing. The city stretched before him, its streets winding and endless, its people moving below like ants, oblivious to the shifting of power within the Red Keep. The faint sound of the door opening again caught his ear, but he did not turn. He already knew who it was.

You hesitated in the doorway, the soft click of the latch settling into place behind you. He did not turn. You had not expected him to. Still, a quiet unease curled in your stomach as you took a measured step forward, the train of your gown whispering against the stone floor.

“My prince.”

His only response was a slow inhale through his nose. “My lady.”

He still did not look at you, his gaze fixed on the sprawl of the city below. That suited you just fine. You had no desire to meet his eye just yet, not after overhearing what had passed between him and the Dowager Queen. You had not lingered to eavesdrop—not intentionally, at least—but whispers carried through these halls like a restless wind. And you had learned long ago that it was wiser to listen than to be caught unprepared.

“You’re troubled,” you said, choosing your words carefully.

That earned you something—a quiet exhale, almost a laugh, though it held no true mirth. “What keen insight,” he murmured, finally turning to face you.

Aemond’s gaze swept over you, cool and assessing, and though you stood still beneath it, you felt the weight of it settle on your skin. You were no one of great consequence, no rival, no threat—merely a courtier, the wife of another lord. But you had remained in the Red Keep long past what was necessary, and he had noticed.

He noticed everything.

“Shall I presume you were listening at the door?”

The corner of your mouth lifted, though you did not dare call it a smile. “No, my prince. The halls carry sound.”

His expression did not shift, though something in his gaze sharpened. “And what have you come to tell me?”

You hesitated only a moment before lowering your head, a gesture of deference, though not entirely without purpose. “Only that I thought you might appreciate the presence of one who has no quarrel with you.”

Aemond studied you for a long moment, the firelight casting sharp shadows against his features. His silence was weighty, deliberate, yet you did not move.

“You believe I am in need of comfort,” he murmured, stepping forward.

You did not step back. “I believe you are in need of company.”

A breath passed between you, heavy with something unspoken. The chamber was empty now. The smallfolk below were nothing more than distant echoes. The day stretched before you, uncertain yet light.

His lips curved, slow and deliberate. “Then stay.”

You stepped closer, the soft rustle of your pale yellow skirts barely breaking the silence between you. Aemond remained as he was—tall, composed, hands still clasped behind his back—but you saw the shift in his gaze, the way his eye flickered over you in quiet recognition.

“You wear yellow,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, edged with something more thoughtful than before.

You tilted your head slightly, watching him. “Should I not?”

His lips twitched, the barest ghost of amusement, though it never fully formed. “It does not suit your purpose.”

A small smile found its way to your lips. “And what do you think my purpose is?”

Aemond did not answer immediately. He let the silence linger, his eye sweeping over you—your gown, your posture, the way you stood before him without hesitation. It was a game, this dance between you. Yours was a connection made in the quiet corners of the castle, in the moments stolen between duty and discretion. He had taken you first out of spite, his own cold, calculated revenge against a man who had slighted him. But what had begun as punishment had not ended so cleanly.

It was not hatred that brought you here tonight.

Aemond finally turned fully to face you, the firelight casting sharp lines across his face. “You came to me of your own will,” he said, a statement rather than a question.

You hummed lightly, a sound that was neither confirmation nor denial. “Would you like to believe that?”

His gaze darkened slightly, though not with anger. With something else, something heavier, something that had long since settled between you both.

“I believe,” Aemond said, voice low, “that you should be more careful of whose company you keep.”

You lifted a brow. “And yet, here I stand.”

A pause. A slow breath. Aemond reached out, fingers brushing against the fabric of your sleeve—light, testing. Not claiming, not yet.

“You should go,” he said, but the words carried no weight.

“I should,” you agreed, though neither of you moved.

Another long silence stretched between you, the kind that always came before you surrendered to what had long since become inevitable.

His fingers curled around your wrist, firm but deliberate, drawing you just a fraction closer. Your breath shallowed, your pulse quickening as his thumb brushed idly along the inside of your wrist. He was warm, even through his gloves. You knew that touch well.

[resident-wof-expert]

Sapphire, being mean because that's just what children do: Haha, you're a loser!

Albatross: