#dark katara

[geothewriter]

Dark Revelations

A raucous cacophony crashed overhead as near-constant lightning flashes illuminated the rain-streaked palace windows she left behind. The panes shook with every thunderous rumble. Her entire being relished the energy of the skies as she walked through the downpour.

On any other night, she may have stopped the water from soaking her through. Not tonight. Not at the midnight hour. Torrential as it was, she let the storm in. It made her feel alive. She felt the crackle of the storm’s power, but more; beyond the tempest, above the clouds, the moon hung full, brimming with power just begging to be set free. Who was she to deny it that want?

She entered the massive stone prison fortress with little resistance. The guards who recognized her bowed and immediately stepped aside, while those who didn’t were decidedly dealt with. Not harmed. Not permanently anyway. None would stop her from reaching her goal.

His cell was dark, dingy, and dismal, a desolate place for a man who once sat at the precipice of ruling the world. A fitting place for him to rot. The walls were thick with moisture, seeping in from the storm above. 

Perfect but unnecessary.

The guards posted to this prisoner’s cell were summarily dismissed. She felt their presence would only complicate the matter. This was personal. 

Standing in the barren hall, she felt the latent energy of the full moon still reaching out, still begging to be used, and she did intend to use it, but not just yet. He lay in the cot on the opposite wall, a pathetic example of what he once was, of what he represented. She shook her head, shunting away the tiniest pity that rose within. 

She bowed her head, a mockery of her own position and her own morals, but she wanted this to feel perfect as she softly spoke, “Fire Lord Ozai?”

A shuffle of clothing signaled his consciousness, and she could see in the shadows that he had sat up, eyes of amber shining through the dark. 

He returned her inquiry with graveled words, a sign that he rarely spoke. “You are bold to use such a title here. State your business.”

Pathetic how he thinks he yet holds any power here. He rose from the cot and approached the bars opposite her. 

She keeps her tone even, controlled, and if she were honest, almost dark. “I have learned an interesting tale regarding your son, the former Prince Zuko, and I would know its truth.” 

He seethes through the bars. “You speak from a place of knowledge. It is dangerous for a woman to come alone here and seek its origin; Unless of course, you seek power.” 

Anger roiled and growled within her, but it was not yet the time. She would play with her prey a while longer. “What power could you possibly offer from in there?”

She could feel his eyes narrow from within the cell, the twin coals of amber becoming mere pinpricks. “Who are you that dares disturb the only true Fire Lord of this land?”

She suppresses a smile as she responds, venom seeping from her words, “Tell me, Ozai. Does he visit you? Has your daughter seen the pitiful state you exist in? Do you hear any news in this dismal place?” A pause. “Do you ever see the sun?” 

Silence, broken only by the periodic crash of thunder and the shuddering of the rock walls stretches for minutes. As she stands, a puddle of water has formed at her feet, still dripping from her soaked clothing. 

He scoffed “A waste of my time. You’re nothing. A nobody! Not worth anything.” 

As he turned toward his bed, she replied in a near-whisper laced with conviction, “Is that what you think?”

It was enough to give him pause.

“Three years.” She begins darkly, “Three years ago a young woman came to this land. She learned the customs, the traditions, and forged her path forward. She was named ambassador for her work. The Fire Lord recognized her long before she gained the title. She and your son are now betrothed.” A beat. “Tell me, Ozai. Your son. Fire Lord Zuko. Are you proud of him?” Thunder crashes, shaking the chamber, as if to punctuate her question.

He whipped around and grasped the bars, eyes pressed to the opening, attempting to gain knowledge about the speaker before answering, disgust dripping from his every syllable, “Proud? I’d be proud if he were dead. So what if he tricked some weak simpleton to be his bride. It changes nothing.” 

Bile surged into her throat as she witnessed firsthand his complete disdain for his own son, but they were nearing the end of this conversation. It would not matter much longer how he felt. 

“Your son will be making a waterbender his wife in two months. A waterbender, the Fire Lady.” 

She could see his hands shake against the bars, clenching with what strength he had available. The whites of his teeth shone in the dim light as he gritted them together, then to her surprise, a sickening laugh peeled out from the cell. 

A moment later, the laughter subsided, and he spoke with unexpected joviality. “The news you have for me of my son, is that he picked a weakling pathetic water tribe peasant to be his wife? To rule my nation? You’re joking. The elite will tear him to shreds. What could he possibly see in such an inferior being?” He laughed once more then continued, “They will hang her in the streets and come crawling back to–” 

She interrupts with a fake sweetness in her voice. “Tell me, Ozai, why do you think he belongs to her?”

A glint of light poured through his eyes as realization struck him and he growled, “You… It’s you! You’re her? I should have known he would choose a stupid peasant girl not fit for rule! You're just a cheap whore who doesn't know–”

She smiled as her hands began to curl, “He did not choose me.”

The moon’s power flowed within her, and when she reached for it with impossibly flexed fingers, the liquid in him answered her command. He was frozen in place, unable to speak, unable to move, and for the first time in years, fear welled within him.

“Your son is marrying a waterbender.” She spoke with a scarily even tone. “He is noble, compassionate, and righteous. He is right for our nation.” 

She waited, pausing for a response she knew would not arrive, before continuing, “His bride is like him. She is driven, loving, and cares very deeply for both he and their nation, but I chose to accept his proposal.” 

Lightning flashed once more as he spoke with great effort sputtering through gritted teeth, “Your tricks will not save you. I–”

“I am marrying your son in two months. And tonight, I learned something about his past.” 

Ozai spat toward her, showing his contempt.

She gripped the moisture in the air as it flew toward her, froze it, and smashed it into his chest, leaving a bloody welt in its wake, and the former Fire Lord grimacing in pain. The blow sent him reeling backward, and through an expression of shocked terror sputtered, “What– What are you?!”

She straightened her back and the water that once coated her lifted free of her clothing, levitating in the air before her. The storm crashed with a crescendo of lightning flashes, clearing the air for her to speak. 

“I am retribution.” She paused, letting the water around her swirl momentarily before continuing with all the hatred in her heart. “And I know what you did to him!”

Her fingers curled sickeningly, and his body was suddenly lifted, held aloft in his cell. Wide-eyed, he realized all too late, that he could not scream. 

“My future husband may not forgive it, but he is willing to put what you did to him aside…”

His fingers continued to grasp the bars, even as his body was pulled away, lifted by invisible strings, and suspended in the middle of the cell. 

“I am not so compassionate for those who hurt my loved ones.”

Her hands twitched, and he involuntarily released his hold on the bars. In a moment, his arms were pinned to his sides, and once again, he was brought back before her, but now entirely tensed, unable to move.

“You say my people are weak. When you were powerful, you showed your son just how to treat the weak.” Barely containing her anger, her words seethed through clenched teeth. “You burned him! Permanently scarred him! To what end?!”

A moment passed and she found her calm voice once more, dark and calculated, and no more than a whisper, “I will teach you in the way you taught him. I don't care that you won’t learn, but if power is all that you recognize…Then witness mine.” A few murky laughs escaped her before she continued, “Where there is water, I have all the power in the world, and in your blood, I can feel the water churning. It calls to me.”

The power of the moon rushed through her, pulling his blood through the rivers it flowed, and the now-distant thunderclaps echoed his heartbeat. She gripped at the tendrils of power and twisted.

A deafening scream issued from the cell, heard only by her, so intense was the cacophony of thunder that the sky raised at that very moment. His howls faded into a whimper, and when she was finished, her voice hauntingly whispered into his cell.

“No matter who you tell, it will not matter.” She cooed at the bloodstained former Fire Lord as he lay broken on the cold cell floor. “There will be no trace.” 

At her word, the broken skin began to heal, wounds stitching themselves back together, bones mending, and mangled flesh reforming. In no time, her lesson was no more than a memory. 

His form shuddered at her final words, “There will be more lessons. I have much to teach you about respect.”

As she walked back to the palace, the sky released another torrent of rain. She did nothing to stop its impact; yet this time, the drops dared not touch her.

[broadwaybalogna]

Was gonna post another prompt but got busy writing the first chapter of the sociopath! Katara AU

Here’s a sneak peak into chapter one! (Yes, it will be multiple chapters!)

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“Katara, please!”

“Please what.”

“Just do something- anything! Why don’t you ever care!?”

There was that word again. Care. Katara got that weird feeling inside of herself again. Like that she was missing something that others actually had.

“Mom cared. Mom cared so much. She killed herself for you! She loved you— us! Why can’t you understand that!?”

Then another word. Love. That was a word few people used around her. She liked that people loved her, it made her feel in control. She overheard the words of others from the tribe, though, “Satan doesn’t love his demons”. Comparing her to a devil always seemed overzealous, she was very clearly a human. But if not even satan himself could love his creations, or at least make it look like he loved them, what was the real difference between the two of them?

That’s when she truly understood there was something fundamentally wrong with her.

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[demaparbat-hp]

Izumi of Jang Hui died young. She was sixteen and unwed. A kind child, protective and lonely—thus unfit for this world.

Izumi of Jang Hui was murdered. The Painted Lady was born out of hatred and grief. Her skin is painted red with the patterns of her scars. Her home is the river where the Dark Water Spirit dwells—he who found her, drowned and beautiful.

Build shrines by the river and pray for her good will. Harm her land or people and pray for mercy.

[sternschauer-detektiv]

Dark Hands

"So when she practically falls through the doorway in her haste [...] she’s unprepared to find the old man sleeping peacefully and Zuko sitting with his back to her, sunlight dappling his very shirtless torso.

She almost yelps in surprise but manages to pull herself together and scramble out of sight, still standing awkwardly outside the door, before peeking back in."

This is my piece for @zkbigbang 2024!

You want to know what lead to this situation and how it will continue?

Make sure you visit the story Dark Hands on ao3!

It's an alternate time line in which Katara won't be able to heal her burned hands, and so the further story unfolds..

Credits for the story go to the author - The author will be revealed at the end of the event.

Credits for the art to me - Please, reblog, don't repost.

[mugentakeda]

kataang redraw 🩵🧡

[book4air]

So... who broke it?

Showrunners: @somethingwithther @prying-pandora666

Animated and Edited by Melissa Palalcios

Adapted by Lucía Lobosvilla

Music by James A. Reilly

Sound Mixing by Sam Gabriel

Voice Cast Aang - @somethingwithther Katara - Stephanie Pines Toph - @muslimsupersaiyan Sokka - Grant Corvin Zuko - Cade Watts Suki - @queen-mickey-the-sass-master Azula - @prying-pandora666

Based on the "The Fight" clip from Parks and Rec

[azutara-lover]

I love azutara when it's dark romance

I'm not referring to the dark romance where the protagonist is 4bus3d, gr4p3d and tortured, romanticizing those disgusting acts, no

I'm referring to the dark ROMANCE where the villain (Azula) falls in love with the protagonist(Katara) and would do everything possible to make her happy if that includes her own death, the dark romance where the villain would NEVER touch a hair of the protagonist without her consent

[daughterofchaosstuff]

~Avatar The Last Airbender (Book II: Earth)

[threalcrabbysamantha]

Only when the tears spilled down his cheeks in earnest did she reach out her hand to caress his face. The few times she’d dared to touch him since he’d joined the group - since their reconciliation, really - his breath had grown shallow, his movements stilling. She hadn’t asked, even though the question lingered constantly on the tip of her tongue, but he clearly wasn’t used to as much touching as the rest of them were, herself and Sokka especially.

But Katara knew well enough that touch was the best cure for these kind of tears.

Pressed against his skin, her hand warmed pleasantly, and a buzz of satisfaction rippled through Katara’s chest at the sensation, like her hand had finally found its rightful place in the universe. She brushed her thumb along his jaw even as she pushed the feeling firmly back to the corner of her mind where she allowed herself to entertainment such things.

Zuko himself leaned into her hand briefly, then tensed, his spine snapping to a straight line. Opening his eyes, he wiped the tears on his sleeve and leaned away, however slightly.

“Sorry,” he said, his voice rough. “I - sorry.”

Her hand fell to her lap where she tangled it into the skirt of her tunic, trying to satisfy the missing sensation of his warmth. “It’s okay,” she said softly. “It’s okay for you to cry.”

Zuko’s whole face twisted into a scowl, his scarred eye disappearing entirely in the expression. “Not in front of you,” he insisted.

Katara blinked, her hand stilling in her lap. “Oh,” she said.

“Not -“ The disgraced crown prince of the Fire Nation shook his head, like it would help him decipher the jumble of words he kept locked up in there. Letting okay a sharp sigh, he muttered, “My family’s already caused you enough pain. You shouldn’t have to take care of me too.” Katara answered him with her own scowl, a familiar fire stoking in her gut. Rising to her knees, she closed the distance between them, grabbing his chin to direct his gaze up to meet hers. Any other time, she’d have blushed at the absurdity of the action - what was she, some hero from a romance scroll? - but it was impossible to feel absurd as Zuko’s lips parted minutely, eyes wide as they roamed her face.

“You’re right,” she said, low. “Your family - your country- has caused me a lot of pain. So why would you cause me more by not allowing me to comfort my friend?” Relaxing her grip on his chin, she brushed her fingers upward on his face until they traced the edge of his scar.

“Taking care of you doesn’t cost me anything, Zuko,” she murmured before releasing him. She turned away to give him space and maybe to jump in the ocean or hide away in her room until the flush that had slowly crept over her whole body calmed - but she didn’t get very far, because Zuko’s hand wrapped lightly around her forearm, tugging her back to face him. When she had, he gently traced his fingers down her arm until they were threaded with hers.

“It doesn't cost me anything either.”

[mesencephaleisole]

@zutaramonth a prompt clusterdump! Or: zutaramedics catching that sweet break

[wilcze-kudly]

Of course, the Gaang's beautifully crafted tale of slow burn found family and friendship forged through trauma is exquisite.

But the Krew meeting completely by chance and IMMEDIATELY becoming each other's ride-or-dies does speak to me on a personal level.

[chichichi-blue-blog]

I think Katara has a type.

It's Azula, period.

[lesbow]

While the teaser trailer for the live action looks fantastic and the stills released on Twitter look amazing (APPA LOOKS SO GOOD!!!), I just cannot and don’t think I ever will get over Katara and Sokka having immensely lighter skin compared to their animated originals.

I’m not gonna go into the Ian Ousley Situation™️, but just wanted to speak on the colorist choice to cast paler indigenous actors for darker skin roles. This is no hate to the kids, but indigenous peoples (including Asian-based communities) with brown/darker skin do exist and it’s unfortunate that both live action adaptations fail to acknowledge them.

And before my notifications start getting spammed with that SAME picture of Kiawentiio sitting under the warmest toned lighting possible at a convention, the trailer and released stills have now shown us what they will look like in the actual show. Regardless of lighting, Katara and Sokka were very visibly brown and darker than Aang and Zuko in the original show. Not simply one shade tanner, but brown and this is an important distinction.

I make this post just as a reminder that while the trailer looks promising, and it’s good actual Asian and Indigenous actors were cast (mostly), colorism is still a very real problem that shouldn’t be ignored or dismissed.

[akiizayoi4869]

I really need Dark Horse to make some more ATLA figures, they are so beautifully well done. Wouldn't mind a Sokka and Toph one. Azula would be nice too, preferably either book 2 or book 3 Azula. Also preferably not breakdown Azula. We have way too many of those figures already.

[avatarfan11]

Day 29 Brightest in the dark

Zuko: Here i made you this. *hands over a wrapped gift*

Katara: Thank you so much honey *opens gift and takes out a bracelet with green cryatals*

Katara: Ooohhh Zuko its beautiful.

Zuko: Watch this *turns off the candles*

Katara: *Bracelet glows green in the dark* is that what i think it is.

Zuko: *Smiles and embraces Katara* Love burns brightest in the dark.

@zutaramonth

[book4air]

Voices Azula - @prying-pandora666 Ozai - Jakob Dillon

Video Editor - PhantomSavage Short Editor - CurtisCreatesStuff Art - Melissa 'Melp' Palacios Writer - Lucía Lobosvilla