#twinkletoesaang

[airbookworm]

Just a Visit

~with Aang and Jinora~

Aang

Korra had long since been granted access to the avatar state. she was studying the tactics of air bending. His gaze stayed upon her as he sat in front of her she had crossed over into the spirit world speaking to aang about some troubles she was having with air bending  he stood and smiled “air is not a easy element because like the rest it is not formed meaning simply this korra air is around you free you can guide it never control it you can push currents with your energy and then follow accordingly  many consider air to be the weaker of elements but is it truly? air is freedom peace and harmony for it holds no restrictions no boundaries so try this.” he smiled as he made a air ball and let it dissipate  “korra watch the currents of air to do this you must learn the basics so watch closely as i form the airball” he spoke before waving a hand over his head his other in front of him as air pulled and formed in front of him swirling and he then held it out with a smile. korras body still sat there as she spoke to him in spirit state. it was then a small girl ran past and he studied her loosing track of what he was saying watching the child. he gazed at the black hair placed neatly and her air bender robes traditional.

He could not help but smile as he then lost track the airball then ignored as it dispersed as his eyes followed her. he turned to face the direction before he hung his head feelings of pain crossed his features as a tug was felt at his head and he spoke in a low voice. “I didnt get to hold my grandchildren” he turned to face korra

He thought for a second his features lightening up and in a flash he had korra by her shoulders. “do you trust me korra” he asked earning a nod from korra who held a expression of silent thoughts of smacking him for startling her so. “if you allow me to surface in your body i can hold my grandchildren and hear their tales” he smiled excited “listen” he released her and cleared his trough and shook the wrinkles out of his robes “avatar roku showed me this when i was younger” he said being serious and gazing back to where she had ran “I wish to hold my grandchild I wish to hold my son for a second i wish to visit katara as she sleeps and run my finger along her jaw and tell her its ok ” he said fighting a tear that wished to fall “but only if you desire korra thought we are all connected it is your life and body” he hung his head as she placed a hand on his shoulder “avatar aang you can use me” he smiled as he   placed a closed fist into the palm of his hand and gave a light bow “thank you korra i shall never forget this” he spoke in a silent tone. she then pulled his essence back into there leaving the spirit world and it was then aang took over and stood there gazing upon his hand. “Thank you” he mumbled heading to go find the grandchildren and tenzin he would visit katara later so not to startle her.

Jinora

Jinora was perched about halfway up a tree, a book in hand when Ikki came racing past. Spirits would only know what had her sister running with such energy. Of course, Ikki always had energy, though perhaps she had made up some new game to entertain herself while Meelo slept and their mother was busy.

She shrugged, settling back into position against the tree trunk. She was quite happy with finding such a good reading spot. Easily reachable with bending, it gave her enough privacy and silence for her reading and personal thoughts, while at the same time leaving her visible enough for her mother to look out the window and see that she was fine.

Comfortable once again, Jinora shook thoughts of her family away before returning to her book. Her recent selections had been of her grandfather’s journals, which he had begun writing not long after the Hundred Year War had ended. His earliest ones all seemed to be of his past and the culture of the Air Nomads. Probably his efforts to capture the long forgotten culture so that the basis would be there for the new Air Nomads. For her and her siblings, she realized. Much of what she was reading sounded very interesting and somewhat familiar, as if she had been doing the same things. Which, technically, she supposed she had. Grandfather Aang had taught her father, and now he was teaching his children, and even the acolytes.

She smiled, looking at the book. She, her siblings, and her father were her grandfather’s legacy in a sense. Of course, Korra was his literal legacy, in regards to being the Avatar, but in a familial and cultural sense? The legacy belonged to her family. They were charged with bringing the Air Nomad culture back to the world, protecting it from all evils.

Looking up, glancing in the direction of Avatar Aang’s statue, she made a silent promise. She would do her best, earn her tattoos as soon as possible, to make her grandfather proud. Idly, she wished she could have met him, learned from him, but that was not a thought to ponder now. Not when she had so much more learning to do.

Aang

He was called twinkletoes by toph for a reason he would not be heard if he did not wish to. with a small blast of air he landed behind her and placed a arm around her and a hand over her mouth pulling her off the perch in the tree. He knew she would freak out so he quickly calmed her by turning her to face him and placing a finger to his lips “suuuush relax grandchild its me aang korra helped me to get here its a avatar thing. just trust me and calm down” he said with a smile to her tilting his head so proud to see her “I never got to hold any of you so i wanted to at least meet you and I want you to know I am so proud of you” he brushed her hair back with a caring smile to her.

Jinora

As soon as she had been released, Jinora distanced herself from the man. Settling in a defensive pose, she stared at him. He looked very similar to her dad, and hearing his words made her rethink. Could it really be her grandfather? She didn’t know much (at the moment) about the spiritual abilities of the Avatar, but a single past Avatar taking control of the current Avatar’s body was something she was sure didn’t happen often. Usually, it was all the past Avatars or just the current Avatar.

She relaxed, just barely, still staring. He wore air nomad clothes, and had his masters tattoo. Maybe it really was him. Still, she was too smart to trust complete strangers. “Can you prove that you are Avatar Aang?”

Aang

He simply laughed at how she held the airbending pose ready to attack him if he posed a threat. he shook his head reaching out to her gripping her left arm pulling her hand so it extended further “now you can get more air when you do need it quicker also it creates a availability for you to move from one stance to another should you have to react quickly as well” he added with a casual smile to her. he then studied her entire form impressed at her age she was doing amazingly well. His eyes softened to the book she was reading and he picked it up with a smile “hummmm they write interesting books about our travels and trials i wonder if they tell all of the truth in here” he asked outloud handing it to her not fazed by her in defense at all “No I can not prove I am avatar aang because I am Grandfather Aang” he smiled placing a hand on her shoulder knowing she would understand that even though he was the avatar he was and always would be a airbender first.

He then placed a finger to his chin and thought for a second before picking up a few pebble and in a instant he held out his hand using airbending to move them around in perfect form in the palm of his hand “is that good enough or do you wish to see something else” he asked before stopping and letting a all but one of the pebbles fall to the ground before he then wrote her name into it using earthbending to carve it in a few seconds and handing it to her sitting down in front of her “so tell me about yourself Jinora” he said still laid back about the entire situation.

Jinora

She stared at him for a moment longer before relaxing her pose. It certainly seemed as if he was who he said he was. That airbending pebble trick was a classic of his, something she had read in his own journals and been told by her own father. She accepted the pebble, staring at her name for a few seconds before slowing sitting down before him. Turning the pebble over in her hands, she thought of what to say.

“Well, I’m ten. I have a younger sister and two younger brothers. I live with them and my parents here on Air Temple Island. I have my own glider staff. and I love reading.” She looked at him, as if to make sure this was the kind of stuff he was asking. Granted, she could probably do better, but she thought she was doing just fine for meeting her dead grandfather for the first time.

Aang

he smiled to her as she spoke and even held a urge to pick her up but didnt really make too many moves “lets go to the fields so that i wont be seen so easily” he said with a smirk as he heard about her reading ”then tell me what you are reading” he said with a smile placing a hand on her back.

He laughed hearing about her glider “That is wonderful I am proud that you and your siblings are airbenders it gives hope to my well our people who were wiped out a long time ago” he said simply as he studied her clothing and it warmed her heart that his son had taken each lesson to heart. “how are you airbending lessons?” he asked casually wondering what she would tell him about them. His grey eyes studying her and the temple that was behind them.

Jinora

She paused for a second before nodding. “Okay. There’s a lot of area and trees behind the airball court we can go,” She said, just before mentally hitting herself in the head. Grandfather would know that, he BUILT the island; he doesn’t need her telling him where stuff is! Doing her best to recover from her brief moment of stupidity, she stood, scooping her book up and closing it before she began to walk towards the court. Her mother wouldn’t be too worried if she didn’t see Jinora. She was smart, and wouldn’t get lost.

“My book?” She flushed slightly at this. She internally debated lying, telling him it was some recent story that had been written, but she didn’t even try. He was her grandfather, and the Avatar, not really someone you should ever lie to. “It’s actually a copy of one of your journals. The one about the history of the Air Nomads, what you learned from your studies.” She refused to look at him, instead choosing to keep looking forward as they made their way to the airball court, giving herself a little mental pep talk. So what if she liked reading about history? It was interesting!

They were close to the court now, Jinora could just see it in the distance. Hearing that he was proud, and his questions on her lessons made her smile. Glad to know that her dad wasn’t letting his dad down. “I like my lessons. They’re interesting, and it’s fun learning new ways to apply my bending. It makes me feel alive, in a way. Ikki and Meelo like them a lot too. Well, when we’re actually learning or trying something. They don’t like meditation very much. Ikki hates being quite, and Meelo doesn’t like being still for so long. It makes him fall asleep. I like it though- gives me time to sort my thoughts and really think, you know?” She said, finally looking at him as they arrived at the courts. Behind the court ther was a bunch of trees, good cover for hide and seek, though part of it did lead to the edge of the island. Still, a great area to hide.

Aang

Aang listened to her and beamed with pride as he head her tell him of her lessons “meditating can be quite hard it came easy for me but for some who are as active as Ikki and Meelo it would be difficult I am sure.”My journals hummm, interesting, O suppose it is good you desire to study and learn it gives me hope for my people you have no idea how your words bring joy to me even after my demise” he said with a soft smile sitting down in the area she had led him to. “lets start with relaxing ourselves this was quite a stirring event my being here that is so if we relax ourselves we can calm our minds and open them to the things that have and are going to happen” he said softly feeling as if he was teaching his son all over again “you remind me of your father, he was very humbled to the lessons and teachings of a airbender as well”

Jinora

Her smile widened upon hearing how he was proud and happy he was with the lessons she and her siblings had with their father. She paused when he sat though. Did he intend to to meditate with her, to instruct her as he had with her father? Her chest swelled with emotions she couldn’t identify, but felt a bit like honor and privilege a bit. Avatar Aang, her grandfather, the last airbender until her father had been born, was silently offering to teach her. She would be mental to not accept.

Quickly, she sat before him, studying him for a moment. She smiled at the comment of her dad, feeling proud once more. Of all the people she knew, she admired her dad the most. To be told that she was similar to her dad by someone who knew him when he was her age, by his dad, her grandfather, was amazing. Her father didn’t talk much about his youth, and her mother was too young to know Tenzin when he was the age of any of his children, and she never saw her aunt, uncle, or GranGran enough to make a similar impression. Hearing it from Avatar Aang though (she mentally supposed she could call him Grandfather or grandpa now) was a huge compliment, one she’d hold in her heart forever.

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes before setting to the task of calming and opening her mind. she let herself listen, though, to the world and Aang. Quietly, never opening her eyes, she spoke. “You might be dead, but you’re not gone. Many of the acolytes, especially the older ones, remember you fondly and tell stories about you, spreading the wisdom and teachings you passed to them. They all loved you, and work hard to keep the culture alive and thriving.”

[deadly-beautiful-asami]

Good Guy Aang, Bad Girl Asami

"We're sorry to interrupt your regularly broadcast Swing Hour but urgent news from the Chief of Police. There is a new triad calling themselves the Black Dragons. The streets of Republic City are no longer safe. Mandatory curfews will begin this week." 

Mandatory curfews? Asami was very pleased with herself. She swung her foot to the tempo of the music as she looked over weapon designs. She couldn't focus though, she was too happy. 

Deciding that the news called for a celebration she gave herself the afternoon off. Humming, she left her office and walked the few blocks to her favorite tea shop. As she took her seat, she couldn't help but notice some of the worried faces. It only made her hum more as she flipped through the menu. 

[thesouthernwaterbender]

this is nothing about ship war or anything, but who is your favorite kataang rpers? I mean, do you enjoy reading it? if so, who's your favorite? (not including olderaang)

Nawwww hello beautiful anon! :D Ummm a lot of my favourite Kataang RPers also RP other ships which is cool :) I adore everyone I RP with, and forgive me if I miss someone off the top of my head. I do post Kataang drabbles on my kind of ‘artwork and fanfic’ blog babylemurs if you want to check that out :)

olderaang, avatar-state-aang, opentothegreatestchange, twinkletoesaang,thenotsolastairbender, airbendinglegacy, mastertwinkletoes, 

[atlaandlokconfessions-blog]

"twinkletoesaang is an amazing rper, a fantastic Aang, I love RPing with him and his mun is fantastically amazing, and I love him more than he shall ever know. I am so blessed to have him in my life and he makes me smile daily. He is just fantastical and makes Tumblr a better place." -Anonymous

[mr-spiritual]

I really wanted to write something for Father's Day. (It's not long.) In honor of my four fathers (get it?): aanglikeseggcustard, twinkletoesaang, butyoucalledmehere opentothegreatestchange, and older-aang. Happy Belated Father's Day!

Tenzin visits his father. (Pema and Meelo also make an appearance.)

Rated G

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He and Pema had the task of putting the children to bed. Jinora and Ikki were already tucked in, but Meelo proved to be more difficult. His complaint of the absent moon and stars fell on Tenzin's deaf ears. He was distracted, but the gentle touch of his wife's hand on his arm broke his thoughts and he looked at her smiling face, lost. "They'll be out in a little bit. In fact, I think I see one now," she said glancing out the window. Tenzin stepped to the window and searched among the orange, pink, blue, and purple of the sky. "That's right," he affirmed as he caught on. "I can see one above and just to the right of your grandfather," he said as his son craned his neck to see from his spot in bed. Then testing his mother's patience, the boy jumped out of bed and climbed into his father's arms to get a better view. "Right there. See?" Tenzin whispered to him and pointed up toward the star. "It's not too early now, is it?" Curiosity satisfied, Meelo clung to his father's neck in tiredness. The older monk cradled his son closely and carried him back to bed. "You can watch the sky from here a little longer, but you must be still now and close your eyes soon after." The small boy complied and received two kisses from his mother and father. They quietly left the room.

"Do you want to go now, dear, before it gets dark?"

He nodded in reply. "I won't be long."

He took his glider and flew over to the small island where the legendary avatar's statue stood for as long as he could remember. He walked into the chamber just below it where several of his precious few belongings laid. Tenzin leaned his glider in a corner and came to one of the eight walls that displayed a hand-made wooden staff modeled after the late Air Nomads of the avatar's time as described by the plaque to the right. Just above that plaque was his profile, the one Tenzin was most familiar with (not that of the child's face in the statue, though it was slowly and persistantly engraining over the memory of his father's adult features- it still remained that that was not the Avatar Aang he knew). The eyes in the painting met squarely with Tenzin's, and he recognized the trademark grin. (No portriats of all the other avatars showed them smiling. Aang was the first. He insisted on it.) Tenzin matched his smile and chuckled once through his nose before bowing.

"Happy Father's Day, Dad." He knew he liked to be called that. Tenzin waited to rise, absorbing the moment in somber reflection. "You were more of a father than a son could ever ask for...Thank you." He closed his eyes for a moment more.

When the time felt right, Tenzin placed the bouquet of flowers in his hands on the empty platform in front of the picture. "Your granddaughters picked these off the island. They are for you. I knew you would like them." He could imagine what his father might say and it caused him to smile again. "Yes, they've made me one, too. It rests in a vase in the dinning r- Oh! You need a vase, too. I must have forgotten." The clock chimed on the hour and Tenzin saw the sunlight waning. Pema was waiting for him. He contemplated fetching a vase now; he could picture where a spare sat in his mind's eye. He reasoned the flowers would last well into the next day, long enough fetch one later. Conflicted, he looked back his father, then the flowers. "First thing in the morning, then," he promised with a firm nod. The painting looked upon him approvingly. "I love you, Father." He bowed once more, taking a few steps back and then turning to leave.

"First thing in the morning."

[mxfitmatrix]

Illalwayswatchoveryou + Ahealersheart +every one else I haven't said hello to.

A gust of wind blew through an open window. Outside, the sky was full of dark clouds and it felt as if it were going to rain. Suki looked around her room, perplexed.How did I get here? What happened to me so that I can't remember? Oh, this is too wierd to figure out on my own.Suddenly, there was a shadow in the doorway.

"Hello?"

[korra-naga]

Twinkletoesaang

//I'm sorry to say that I've come across their Aang once, but I haven't really got the opportunity to write with them and know them. They look to know their Aang well. I wish I knew more.

[thehalfbakedavatar]

I still owe Tahno, Aang, and Tadlo.

I'm still feeling incredibly lethargic this week.

Replies sometime soon, I promise.

[zukoandhissister]

To Capture Them All || zukoandhissister & twinkletoesaang

This wasn't a job he enjoyed doing, but it wasn't as though he had a choice.

"'Name: Aang; Trainer ID: 386104," he muttered to himself, sinking into the seat of the Castelia Pokemon Center. Charmander curled on the seat next to him, snoring lightly. It was 2 in the morning, and he was the only one around. 

He hated his job.

The kid looked so young. So young, and here he was at age sixteen, chasing down a child. His father's will was his own, though, so he had no choice. He had to capture this 'Aang', on behalf of his father and all of Team Phoenix.

Not only were they counting on him, but he was counting on them to leave him alive. If only they were planning on doing the same for this kid.

"Come on, Charmander," he said softly, rubbing the scar over his left eye and getting to his feet, dark red jacket hanging loosely over his black t-shirt and jeans. "We have work to do."

[deadly-beautiful-asami]

//So I just gained a few new followers, welcome! Just a reminder that I rp Mobster Asami (unless you specifically ask for canon Asami) from Legend of Korra. I am super friendly and open to rp! Check out my page-Asami and the Black Dragons-for more info. Don't be shy about sending me an ask or tagging me in a starter. Or if you just wanna chat with mun, that's cool too. 

[thesouthernwaterbender]

No....

It had been such a long three weeks, and Katara couldn't believe just how exhausted she was as she sat outside watching her three children, Kya and Bumi chasing each other around and around while Tenzin sat on the sidelines and clapped them on. 

She smiled, her hands rubbing gently over her swollen stomach. "See the family you're coming into?" she smiled the question quietly to her unborn child "Look how happy we all are, your brothers and sisters can't wait to meet you" she grinned, lazily watching her children, unable to stop the constant ache in her heart she felt when Aang was away. 

"Mummy?" Tenzin asked her in a small voice, cutting through Katara's thoughts. "Yes sweetheart?" she asked her son with a smile. "When is Daddy coming home?" he asked, and Katara couldn't help but smile "Day after tomorrow darling, It's going to be great to have him home again, isn't it?" she asked, being greeted by a silent nod. 

[aangslittlegirl]

No Place Like Home

Kya climbed up onto Air Temple Island out of Yue Bay, smiling as she bent the water out of her hair and bindings before she pulled on her clothes, working on tying her hair back before her eyes fell on the giant furry bison sitting in the courtyard, her face lighting up as she ran up towards the temple.  “Dad’s home!” the seventeen year old yelled in excitement.  

She ran into the temple, grinning when she saw her father, having been too long since she had seen him “Daddy!” she cried, grinning as she ran and wrapped her arms tightly around her father.  ”I missed you dad” she grinned as she held her father tightly “How was the Earth Kingdom?” she asked, grinning as she let Momo land on her shoulder, pulling out of her father’s arms to hold the lemur, smiling as she scratched him behind the ear.  

“Hey Momo” she smiled “I bet you missed me, did you?” she asked with a grin.

[abitofawild-archive-blog]

Yes!!!! we can have some Bumi feels and I need some more Bumi head cannons anyways.

Yes

[mr-spiritual]

he gave a warm smile to his son placing a hand on his shoulder "Hello my boy, you have been quiet recently is something on your mind?"

“Oh. Hi, father,” he said looking up from the edge of the cliff his feet dangled from. A book he had finished reading lay beside him. It took him a moment to put his thoughts into words. His mind had wondered about through several concerns like Lin, his future, his family, his responsibility to his culture, and even the decisions of the council of which the young boy had plenty of opinion on. It was like he was trying to comprehend the scope of the universe while still trying to understand his own self, but he couldn’t quite grasp it. He didn’t know how to share this with Aang.

“It’s nothing,” he finally settled on a response.

[thehalfbakedavatar]

i owe both tahnos a reply

and aang

falling asleep reading therentyoupay 's fic: grey skies ahead

ok goodnight

[zukoandhissister]

//ooc; basically I won't be up for RPing until I feel less like I've been stabbed in the stomach. When I do, however, I owe miscalculatedmai a reply, and I need to write a starter for twinkletoesaang for the Pokemon AU RP.

Other than that, I have no other threads going on. Would anyone like to start one?