#i’m soooo sorry i wrote war and peace over this but i love this question and i had thoughts 🙂‍↕️

[umathurwin]

is there anything you would tweak in canonically to make a slow burn riara endgame make more sense

wym is the evidence not compelling enough??

jk i think above all, we just needed more context. we have all these bits and pieces of longing stares, palpable tension when they’re alone, an unquestionable bad history, and none of this is given any explanation or background!

we’re missing so much information for them that leaves the duo too up for audience interpretation. did they grow up together on figure 8? did they even speak while she was friends with sarah? i’ve opined before that i think they dated— if i grit my teeth and pretend they didn’t, why on earth does she hate him so much in s1? can i be confident any of this is gonna be addressed in s5 while they’re “exploring their relationship”? lol

it’s just amusing because it’s currently a really compelling arc that’s entirely missing the first 3rd. we jump in and they hate each other— they have opposing values and objectives, and his spiraling behavior drives them apart, but this is temporary. they work together, they compromise and learn to trust each other. (the villa scene in barbados is crazy and people don’t talk about it enough; rafe opening up to say he doesn’t want to be violent with the people he loves but he feels pushed to do so? um, i’m sorry? when the fuck did rafe ever open up like that with ANYONE ELSE? not even barry! especially not s—)

and that context has to be explicit if i want the fanbase to agree. i think the people who don’t like this ship assume there is nothing more to their dynamic. just absorbing what’s directly on-screen, not acknowledging subtext or inferring things based on canon. i’ve always taken a more symbolic, metaphorical route of media consumption so i don’t end up all “b-b-but he tried to choke her in s1!!!”. as always in english class, no one here is right or wrong, obviously, but this hyper-literal way of engaging with the show is so exhausting imo

[aceavatar]

Warmth

18 yr old Aang x Female reader

Genre: FLUFF

Word count: 2417

Warnings: mentions of death

Dialogue like this: “hello” is speech

Dialogue like this: ‘hello’ is sign

Y/n was quiet.

Her voice was, but her mind wasn’t.

She was always thinking about something interesting. Science, history, agriculture, bending forms, legends, she knew about them all. But she never spoke of them.

She could physically speak, but mentally couldn’t. When a fire nation soldier almost ended her life, she couldn’t call for help. That’s how it all started.

She carried around paper, pens, and ink so she could communicate with people in the small fire nation village.

Despite being an earthbender, after the incident, she ran away. She ran until she found herself in a foreign village. Thankfully, a kind woman who owned an orphanage welcomed her with open arms and an understanding mind.

Y/n walked cautiously and blended in. She survived. She was pushing through, just letting the days pass in a haze.

She always felt like she was a puzzle that was missing a piece. For most of her life, she assumed it was her parents. While she had people who cared about her, it was never a parent’s love. Never love for her real self, never love just for her.

She gave up on it. When she turned 13 and the 100 year war ended, she decided that she would push her feelings away and travel.

After three long weeks of walking, you finally reached a stopping point. A beautiful little town was your stopping point, for now of course.

Using your bending, you made a little tent out of earth to sleep in. Next, you put all of your things in the tent and made a stone door so nobody could steal anything. You made your way to the small village that was a little ways away from camp to get some dinner from the market.

You admired the quant place, scanning your eyes around until you saw a fruit stand.

You gently walked over and looked at what was on sale. You picked out an apple, a pear, and some cherries.

“That’ll be four pieces.” The man behind the counter said, smiling.

Your face dropped. You left the money in your bag. You held up a finger, signaling him to wait a second.

“Everything okay, ma’am?” He asked.

You shook your head no, pulling your empty pockets out, showing you didn’t have money.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I can’t give it to you for free, my father would kill me.” He said with a frown.

“I got it!” A new voice said.

You and the fruit stand guy turned your heads to see the new person.

He was tall, probably around your age, wearing a hood covering most of his face, and had pale skin.

He dropped the four pieces into the stand guy’s hand and scooped up the fruit.

You put your hand to your chin and then move it down in front of you, signing a thank you.

“You’re welcome.” He said, easily understanding you.

You motioned your hand for him to follow you, and he did, carrying the fruit.

He followed you all the way to your little makeshift campsite.

“Hey, are you an earthbender?” He asked.

You nodded, gently taking the fruit from him and setting it down. You bent the tent door thing open and grab your bag, pulling out four coins. You held your hand out to give them to the boy. He just shook his head.

“It’s on me.” He said kindly.

You thanked him again, and offered him a cherry. He picked it up and smiled, putting it in his mouth as you put one in yours.

You grabbed your writing supplies and started to write.

While you did that, the boy earthbended a little seat for him to sit on, in front of the fire you hadn’t made yet.

Hi! My name is y/n. I don’t speak. Thank you for paying for me.

You handed him the paper and he read it. “Nice to meet you, y/n! My name is Aang. You’re very welcome. When traveling, you can rely on the kindness of strangers.”

Maybe when you’re the avatar.

You wrote down, jokingly of course, with a smile.

He laughed and pulled his hood away from his face, feeling comfortable around you. “That is true.”

You grinned at him, tossing him another cherry.

“Want me to start that fire for you?” He asked.

You nodded, glad you wouldn’t have to figure out how to light it yourself.

He quickly sent a little flame into the wood, which lit up.

You signed thank you, again.

“I can read sign, you know.” He said.

You smiled.

‘Thank goodness.’

He smiled at you. “So, what has got you traveling?” He asked.

‘Needed to get away. Lived in an orphanage. Need to find myself.’ You signed.

He nodded. “I understand needing to get away.”

‘Is that why you travel?’

“Yeah.”

‘What happened?’

He looked hurt by the question. You quickly shook your hands, signaling him never mind.

“It’s okay. I broke up with Katara.” He frowned.

‘You defeated firelord with her, right?’

He nodded. “I dunno. I thought she was the one.”

‘I’m sorry, Aang.’ You signed.

“It’s all right. I needed to get away too. And find myself, as well. I didn’t realize that until you mentioned it. She was a part of me.”

You nodded in understanding.

“So, enough about me and my sad stuff,” he said, brushing off the subject, “why are you looking for yourself?”

‘Sad stuff.’ You signed, making both of you laugh. It ended up turning a little serious, though.

“That’s why you don’t talk too?”

You nodded.

“I’m sorry for whatever happened. We are in an era of peace now. It will get better.”

‘Thank you for that, by the way.’

“My pleasure!” He laughed a little.

‘Soooo, how old are you?’ You signed, trying to get to really know this famous kid.

“Eighteen. Well, one hundred and eighteen technically.” He laughed, “you?”

‘18 as well.’ You smiled.

“Do you know where you’re going?” Aang asked you.

‘No.’

“Me either. Wanna travel with me?” He asked. “I kinda need a friend right now.”

‘Yes!’ You signed excitedly. ‘You’re my first friend.’

“Well y/n, I’m honored to have that title.” He said with a smile.

The two of you traveled high and low. He wore a hood because he was tired of constantly getting recognized. He enjoyed seeing everyone he met, but he just wanted to be a normal teenager for a while. It was about a month after you two met when:

‘Aang,’ you signed, tapping his shoulder.

He turned around and raised his eyebrows. His greyish eyes met yours kindly.

“Yes?”

‘Cold.’ You signed.

He nodded and bent a little fire in his hands, warming them. He then took yours and held them in between his.

You smiled and looked at him thankfully, mouthing the words thank you to him.

He smiled. That was the closest you had gotten to talking to him.

“How about we stop for the evening?” Aang asked. You nodded.

The two of you made yourselves your tents of earth, and you set up a little fire pit. It was cold; the two of you were traveling to the South Pole to see his friend Sokka. He said any friend of his was a friend of yours, and how you needed to meet them.

After eating a small dinner, the two of you said good night to each other and went to your tents.

You curled up on the ground in your sleeping bag, closing your eyes.

A few hours later, your eyes snapped open from a nightmare. You sat up, rubbing your eyes.

You sighed, bending open the tent door. A cold air whooshed in, chilling you to the bone. You glanced at the fire pit, which was barely smoldering any more.

You reluctantly stood up, wrapping your arms around yourself, and made your way over to Aang’s tent.

You knocked on the rock, hoping it would wake him.

It did not.

You sighed, deciding to open his door.

Inside, you saw him curled up in his sleeping bag.

You tapped his leg, hoping that THAT would wake him, but no.

That boy was a heavy sleeper.

You sighed, and decided to do something you never did.

“Aang?” You whispered. “Aang.” You whispered, more forcefully, shaking him a little.

His eyes snapped open, and he sat up abruptly. “Y/n, are you all right?” He asked, worried.

You nodded, signing, ‘cold.’

“Here, come on in.” Aang said, bending the tent to be a little bit bigger, scooting to the side so there’d be more room.

You stepped in, and sat down next to him. He closed the door and made a little fire in his hands, illuminating the dark little tent.

You both looked at the flame, then at each other.

Aang looked back down and passed the flame to one hand, bending water from the air with the other.

He put the two together, making a “tsssssssss” noise, making steam.

Warm steam.

You smiled, inhaling the warmth.

“Now, sleep? We’ve got a long day tomorrow.” Aang said after a minute.

You opened your eyes and looked at the boy holding a flame so you could see each other. You nodded and smiled at him, and he smiled back.

“Sleep next to me, we’ll both be warmer.” He said tiredly, patting the area beside him.

You nodded and lay next to him.

In the morning, the two of you woke up, arms and legs tangled together.

You never knew how much you loved affection until that day. You just never had it, and you didn’t know what you were missing until then.

“Good morning, y/n.” Aang said tiredly.

“Good morning, Aang.” You said back.

He sighed, then opened his eyes in realization.

“Y-you, you said something!” He gasped. He really loved the sound of your voice, he wanted to hear it more.

“I did,” you murmured, looking at him.

He beamed and hugged you tight, feeling pride and lucky that he was the first to hear what you sounded like. He felt special. It made him tear up a little.

“I love your voice.” He said.

“I love yours too.” You replied quietly, still not having found your voice quite yet.

It was weird for you, speaking was. But it made Aang so happy, and it made communication easier, so you stuck with it, even though it was still mixed with sign, and took some getting used to.

“We’re almost there.” Aang commented.

“It’s getting dark though.” You said.

Aang nodded, making a flame in his hands. It emitted light, but not quite enough.

He sighed, “Where’s Appa when you need him!”

‘Appa?’ You asked.

He nodded. “My flying bison.”

Your jaw dropped, you had never seen one before. To be fair, you hadn’t really seen much at all, but you knew Appa was a rarity.

“I can’t wait to meet him.” You whispered.

“He’s gonna love you!” Aang grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

He discovered you loved being touched, so he decided when he could, he’d be close to you and physical, whether it was bumping shoulders, leaning on each other, or sharing warmth from his hands. He really liked making you happy. In fact, he hadn’t even thought about Katara since he started traveling with you.

While he loved his friends dearly, you were the breath of fresh air that he needed.

“Camp?” You asked Aang.

“Yeah.” He said, setting his bag down. You set yours next to him, and you made the tent for the night. It wasn’t so big you couldn’t feel the heat, but it wasn’t super cramped either.

The two of you walked in and sat down. You eagerly held out your hands, dying to feel warmth from Aang.

He closed his eyes and breathed out of his nose, steaming up the tent. He then reached out and took your hands in his and warmed them.

You smiled at the feeling, both of the warmth and his hands.

“Let’s put our sleeping bags together tonight, what do you think?” You asked Aang.

He nodded. “Good by me.”

The two of you got situated, facing each other. You decided to take another risk. You cuddled into him, moving your arms around his waist and pulling him closer.

It surprised him a little, but he certainly didn’t mind. He pulled you closer, and you put your head on his chest, his rested on yours.

You sighed, smiling a little bit. “Your heart’s racing.”

“So’s yours.” Aang commented back, making you laugh a little.

You gently drew circles onto his back under his shirt with your now warm hands. He closed his eyes happily.

“Hey, what happened here?” You asked, feeling a scar.

“Lighting. From Azula.” He murmurs.

“The princess?”

“Mhm.”

“I’m sorry.” You said.

“Don’t be. I survived.” He smiled a little bit.

You looked up at him, making him glance down at you to see what you were doing.

“I like your eyes.” He says absentmindedly.

“Thank you,” You laughed. “I like your tattoos.”

He laughed a little too, then went back to the moment.

He gently put his hand on your cheek, making you close your eyes.

Now it was his turn to take a risk.

He moved down and gently kissed you.

You slowly opened your eyes with a smile on your face, only to see a bald blushing teenager.

“I’m sorry, I-”

You cut him off with another soft kiss.

“I really like you.” He finished his sentence.

“I really like you too.” You said back.

He smiled and hugged you tighter, closer to him.

The only thoughts going through Aang’s mind were how lucky he was that you were his. How he thought he had his life figured out, but when it turned upside down, he realized something. Maybe it wasn’t right side up to begin with. You stabilized him, and gave him the love that he lost over one hundred years ago. That hurt spot in his heart, not from the lightning, but from losing his people, almost went away when he was with you. Especially when you were in his arms and when your lips were on his.

That was a feeling he never wanted to let go of.

You were a puzzle.

You found the missing piece.

The feelings you pushed away came rushing in.

You felt happy.

You felt special.

You felt loved.

You were happy.

You were special.

You were loved.

[yekatcrina]

✧ ━━ the courts of switzerland present YEKATERINA ANNINA RURIK of GERMANY, the TSARITSA of RUSSIA. the THIRTY-FIVE year old had been DETAILED and  GENEROUS before the break of war but have now become  OPINIONATED and STUBBORN. SHE is often remembered by their likeness to HEIDA REED and SUNSET SIGHTINGS ON ROOFTOPS FAR FROM PRYING EYES, SOFT WHISPERS FROM PERFECTLY PLUMP LIPS AND LONG SOFT HANDS CARESSING BABY’S CHEEKS. the rumor mills of europe claim that her allegiance lies with RUSSIA and that she is for PEACE. 

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hello there! i am so sorry this is soooo late but HERE I AM! I do apologize for that, i just wanted to follow the trend of posting the character sheet and the sort with my intro cx ANYWHO! Here, have some of my headcanons and some general beliefs of yekaterina. I would psot the link to my wanted connections page but honestly, yekaterina is down for so many connections i dont know how to explain them? just message me and I’m sure we can come up with something!

headcanon one ~ annina elaria schleswig - holstein, perhaps the most beautiful name her mother could come up with. oh, how she adored to give her children such beautiful-sounding names. a musician, she was. yet, annina was left with the ever-pressing ideology of her needing to be a shining light to others, even though her own name was a plea for anyone to answer her prayers. she could almost recall the times she would plea on her knees by her balcony, the moonlight illuminating her brown hair as tears fell to her face to some day be something more than her mother’s hidden daughter. where was her father? where was this brother of hers, Maximilian? why would her family always dismiss her when she wished to discuss the hidden room in their castle with candles lit, each with a little name written on them she never heard of? oh, she hated not having answers to her questions, and even more to her prayers. it had given her a sense of complete and utter loneliness in her own home. how could she even be a light to people when she was the in desperate need of one? least to say, her name was beautiful, but she had no care for it. it’s why she was so willing to change her name upon converting to the Orthodox Christian church for her husband. She knew she didn’t have to it wasn’t necessary, and yet she felt as though it was one of the many ways she could begin her life anew with this family she was marrying into. not only that, but to be more accepted within the country in which she was marrying. become one to change one was her motto. so far, it has worked. now, as years have gone by, only those of german royalty who hear the endearments of maximillian ever call her annina, or nina for short. this does prove to be confusing for those who knew of her before, but many never truly had the name ‘annina’ in their tongues to summon yekaterina. 

headcanon two ~ much like her brother, yekaterina loves physical activities. she especially loved the activities meant for the winter time. she loved to skate, throw snowballs, create sculptures out of ice, and she enjoyed simply laying in the snow, letting it engulf her presence as she stared at the sky above. the numbness her body was often disguised as warmth forming within her body. the calmness of becoming one with the snow and the earth, staring up above at the brightness of the white environment around her, it all felt almost what death should feel like. unfortunately, her attempts to nap in the fields outside was always interrupted by her father’s countrymen on orders to bring her back inside the house before she froze to death. when the snow would melt and flowers would grow, she loved to go horseback riding, and she loved playing with the children who ever arrived in their castle outdoors and simply running across the endless fields she could find. she also loved doing her studies outside, since most of her time spent was indoors and she had come to see it as a stuffy place far too restricting for her liking.

headcanon 3 ~ annina has always felt that her life was never truly hers to dictate. she was just a little puppet for her family to maneuver and bend and break to their liking. she hated it, and yet if it meant she would find a place for her in this world where she could belong and make a change, she was willing to do so. after all, all she knew was that her family had control of what her world would become. that was until she got to the age of marriage, and as more suitors came along, the more she realized that her family wouldn’t be by her side. what could she possibly do? annina found herself panicking and in distress, her identity almost entirely relying on her family. in this panic, she found herself running away from her home to escape from such a dark place that gave no comfort to her. she had stayed with her handmaiden, talking all night about her worry. by the time a search was sent out, annina was being returned wrapped in a blanket by her handmaiden. she faced her parents who scolded her but it was one of the first time she truly fought back. she didn’t care what they or what max told her to do for the sake of their family. they wouldn’t be there and leave her to suffer any consequences. it was in this moment, where she started to learn her true power over people, finding her father tell her something she would never forget. “DON’T BE NAIVE, ANNINA! EVERYONE IS BOUND TO LOVE YOU, SO THERE WILL BE NO ISSUES!” it struck her as odd, her father who never seemed to love her at all, would suddenly claim anyone is bound to love her.  she has long forgotten it, though occasionally, with the love that her family in Russia has shown her, how could they not love her as she should.

headcanon 4 ~ as Yekaterina, she has come to love Russia as her own home. Despite the initial goal her brother placed on her to try and modernize Russia, she has come to see the beauty of the old world as well as the new. She tries to seek an equal balance between the European and the Slavic culture as much as possible, though she does see the push. Not only that, but over the years, she has come to be the person she has wanted more than anything. Independent, valued, heard, seen as an equal. It’s been on the things that made her fall in love with her husband, and it keeps her far more content than anything else. with their family, she seeks to teach them these values of equality and respect, the value of listening and keeping an open mind. she wishes to give her children a home filled with love and laughter, to keep them away from her Germanic lifestyle as much as possible. Though, in the end of the day, she has found that her heart is forever tied to German and she can’t let it go even if she wants to.

LAST BIT, IF YOU ALL WANT TO INDULGE MY TRASH SELF, I WROTE A LITTLE FAIRYTALE VERSION OF YEKATERINA’S LIFE AS IF SHE WAS TELLING IT TO HER KIDS BECAUSE HEY, SOME KIDS WANTS TO KNOW ABOUT THEIR MOM’S LIFE AND THIS IS HOW SHE WOULD SAY IT.