#The Moon She Is Divine

[blasphemousclaw]

ref pics for my miserable nightfolk tarnished u_u

[zukosdualdao]

the moon will sing a song for me (i loved you like the sun)

zutara month, day seven: divine intervention, @zutaramonth.

summary: when zuko takes the lightning aimed for katara, it takes a little more than her usual healing to get him back from the brink. feat. yue's words of encouragement and empowering influence on katara, medically necessary bloodbending, and a zuko who is too out of it to understand much of what is going on, but that's okay. katara has him.

content warnings: general references to violence and wounds, nothing more explicit than the show.

notes: title is from "the moon will sing" by the crane wives. yes i do too many lyric titles. no i will not stop <3. idk when sozin's comet officially ended but for fic purposes we are imagining the timing makes sense for the moon to be out after the agni kai. two pieces of dialogue were taken from the show.

Zuko groans as he's being turned over. His bones feel like liquid, his skin set alight, his heart like a crater in his chest.

Katara, he thinks, he tries to say, he doesn't know.

Katara looks at him with a worried expression, her lips turned in a frown, her eyes wide with fear and sadness as she presses a watery hand to his crumpled, prone form.

She is worried but alive. She is alive, and if she is here, then she must have defeated Azula.

Katara is alive. That is what counts. This was his destiny, then. To save her.

It wasn't a bad note to end on.

Zuko closes his eyes. There's a hammering thud in his chest. He is so tired. Normally, he'd associate the feel of it with exertion, or else desperation, and he would feel frantic. But he is so tired. He has been so tired.

"No," he thinks he hears Katara say. It sounds like she's underwater, or perhaps he is. "No, Zuko, don't you dare."

He struggles to open his eyes again because he doesn't want her to sound so angry with him and doesn't want her to be sad. It only feels like a moment has passed, or maybe it has been hours.

She is looking up. Pale, yellow light shadows her.

Katara is speaking with the moon.

The moon is also a girl.

Someone told him a story like that once.

A spirit, he thinks a little redundantly, with white tresses of hair and a glowy form and a gentle smile. The moon spirit?

Zuko jerks, a spasm of his body as he lights up again with the pain, and Katara looks back to him, alarmed.

"—but you know another way," the moon-girl insists softly to Katara, whom Zuko looks at as her mouth sets in a thin, determined line. Unless he's imagining it all, which is possible. "And I am here with you now."

After a moment's hesitation, Katara nods and sets her left, water-encased hand against his chest again and raises her other in a motion he faintly recognizes.

"This is going to hurt," she says warningly, sadly. "But it will help. I think. It has to." She shakes her head, torn.

Zuko doesn't know what's going on, but if Katara says it will help, that's all that really matters.

"I trust you," he slurs. Is that him? Does he sound like that?

Katara blinks. Zuko watches tears slip from her cheeks.

And then, it starts. She did not lie about it hurting. Despite himself, Zuko feels his body rising from the ground in pain and panic, and Katara has to keep him pressed down. His blood is boiling, his chest swelling. This must be what dying feels like. But then, he's pretty sure he was dying before. He supposes it's a process.

"—sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry—" Zuko makes out the words, faint in his ears, though Katara sobs them out.

Eventually, though, the beat of his heart evens. His blood begins to simmer down. The pain melts.

He watches as Katara pulls back, resting on her knees. The moon-girl smiles down on them before fading back into being just the moon, high in their war-torn sky again.

Nothing that just happened makes any sense, Zuko decides dazedly. But it was Katara who saved him, and that made all the sense in the world.

"Thank you, Katara," he rasps, looking up at her through heavy eyes. Looking at her made everything in the world seem alright again.

She looks down at him with a soft expression and a watery smile.

"I think I'm the one who should be thanking you."

[vagun1ka]

im into reverse now...

[angel---eater]

i truly have no tolerance for this fandom shittin on random fans personal trans headcanons. someone saw themselves and their experience in this character, isnt that beautiful? why dont you mind your business and focus on your own fan stuff? wouldnt that make you happier? someones headcanon doesnt negate yours. what the fuck is wrong with yall. its playing make believe x2. its just a headcanon. real life trans folks are in active danger right now and some of yall are wasting all your energy abusing others over which pronoun set figments of someone elses imagination 'should' be using

[empty-dream]

"It's up to my disciples to do their best. This world exists for the sake of the living..."

[bambi-eyes444]

mine <3

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

@buckysleftarm replied to your post:

i can feel the moment suspended in time

In my mind, the actual moment of Aylin and Isobel first meeting is one of those extended classic shoujo anime shots with the world suddenly rendered in watercolours and pastels with slightly-out-of-focus sparkles, soft music playing out of nowhere, petals blowing across the screen... and there's also probably a lovely frame overlay with thematically appropriate flowers. Or maybe some moon-themed décor.

This is of course followed by at least several weeks of "holy moonmother I cannot weave".

[littlegalerion]

Okay, but why is nobody talking about this response and how genuinely upset he seemed? Not hostile, just like his biggest crush rejected him but he's a big boy and he can suck it up?

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Jingliu

[nini-dirthara-lothlenanas]

𝔇𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔎 𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶

[mypunkpansexualtwin]

"That's probably the most unsettling part of things; not the tadpole, not the memory loss, not the outbursts of nigh-insatiable bloodlust... I'm still favored by something, someone, and I have no idea who. The blessings feel strange in my hands; familiar to hold but the balance is all wrong, like swinging a real sword after using training weapons all your life. Or maybe the other way around, like being handed a blunted knife after doing something stupid with the real thing. No fucking idea who I swore my oath to. But I know that oath like my own heartbeat; blood for blood, justice for the weak, and vengeance where justice turned a blind eye. When I feel the divine burning through my hands, it never feels the same twice. A different hand on my shoulder every time, but it's always Death. Death as rebirth, death as rest, death as justice, death as dispassionate inevitability... And death as hunger.

Doing @catbatart's RPG Inktober challenge and knocking out a twofer with Days 1&2 - Dwarf and Paladin. I'm gonna be on and off on this one, this is the first thing I've drawn since mid august last year, so I figure that'll be safer for my wrist and/or sanity. But I'm planning to try and knock out 10-15 out of all 31, which is still pretty ambitious for me.

Folks who've been following me since the olden days of Fallout 4 might recognize Maya Acerbi under the beard and edgelord coat of paint she's gotten as my Dark Urge playthrough character for Baldur's Gate 3. Everyone else has their cool, mysterious, catlike Durge characters, and then there's me with a crusty old dwarf woman who by the end of every day looks like she got dragged backwards through a bush and then rolled in mud and/or blood that might even be hers.

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

My Nerevarine Alvivecia is a necromancer.

Her boyfriend, Oromis aka new Sheogorath was in the Cyrodiil Mages Guild, so he completed that quest line before going to the Shivering Isles.

Yeah, they kinda break up after she absconds to Akavir and he mantles a Daedric Prince, but wouldn't it be ever so much funnier if like, Oromis killed Mannimarco the lich, only for his ex-girlfriend, an immortal necromancer, to move on with Mannimarco the god?

[sleepyminty]

Just a thought but what if beatrice name suddenly drop after or during heathcliff canto? Like dante suddenly have sudden flashback with the heathcliff whole canto theme

[majorasnightmare]

sits here thinking about all the fic ideas i have for my durge and isobel and punches a hole in the drywall because i have unmedicated Cant Focus Disorder

[starrysharks]

How do you come up with names / last names for your characters??

it depends on the character ! most of the time my naming strat is 'one or two syllable first name two to four syllable last name' (eg. nova starbridge, diane lodestar, etc) or the inverse of that. i try and find a first name that fits the character/has a meaning that can relate to them and for the last name, it's usually a word that sounds cool (eg. octavia scrimshaw) or two words smashed together (eg. clyde blacktooth)

[jeanvanjer]

Moon Dong-eun was Park Yeon-jin’s divine punishment.