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Zutara Week 2022 - Day 2: Familiar

The Southern Sorceress and the Dragon Lord

(Here’s a mage AU because I want to bridge my two favourite fandoms <3)

(ID: A messy digital painting of Katara and Zuko as two adult mages with their familiars. Katara is sitting sideways on a hovering broomstick, preparing to dismount. She is wearing a grey-blue parka with a dark red sash and designs of the phases of the moon. Her hair is partially tied back and flows in the wind. She is wearing a headdress of ice crystals, which also adorn her hair loops. She has the mark of the brave (a crescent moon) on her forehead. Her familiar is a great grey owl-lynx. Ice shards cover the broom end of her broomstick. Zuko is standing beside her, holding her hand to steady her. He is wearing a flowing red robe with gold patterns and a gold shawl, flames rising from the hem of his robe. His hair is long and is partially in a topknot, pinned by a flame-shaped headpiece. He is also wearing a couple of tiny blue flowers in his hair. They both are looking at each other and smiling. Zuko’s familiar is a massive red dragon, whose head is visible behind him. The background is a meadow, and sparks of icy/fiery magic radiate from them. End ID)

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Every spring equinox in the Fire Isles, when cherry blooms fill the air and carpet the woodland floors, the reclusive Dragon Lord puts away his books and throws open the doors of his lonely tower. He dons his mantle of bright flame that, instead of burning all it touches, leaves a kiss of gentle warmth — and waits, his eyes trained upon the skies.

She always comes.

The first sign would be an errant dark cloud — too dark for a sunny day, too small to herald a storm — passing over the land, sometimes leaving a light drizzle, and sometimes a rare, fleeting snowfall that magically resists the heat of the Fire Isles long enough to surprise curious eyes.

The Southern Sorceress descends, perched on her broomstick in a whirl of frost and snowflakes, ice sparkling on her brow and hoarfrost crusting her warm wintry clothes and her beautiful dark hair.

Her hand is cold, but as her fingers entwine with his, warmth bleeds from him to her; as her feet touch earth, they embrace the way friends do, the way lovers do, the way those who have fought and bled and looked death in the eye for each other do. When she kisses his scarred cheek, his face turns the delicate pink of a spring rose.

Hand-in-hand, they walk across the meadow to his tower, for hours of tea, stories, soft kisses and restful dreams.

Her great grey owl-lynx greets his dragon with a screech. They are used to each other now, after contentious years in old wars. They will see each other again, on the autumnal equinox, when the Dragon Lord will fly to his Sorceress in her icy tundra domain.

For now, they are content to let their masters reunite in peace.

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@zutaraweek

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Day Three: Hands

Anyway this one has LIGHTING

#zutara art

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Zutara Week 2022- Day 1 Tradition

"it's not canon? Welp we don't care"

The zutara week tradition lives on~

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Hello~ I am back! Hahaha

This one is a simple picture but basically tell our annual tradition which already running for 15 YEARS!! How special! XD

I kinda feel it's blessing in disguise that our ship not canon, because even until now we are still making countless possibility with this two favorite characters!

Thank you so much for all of you Zutara shippers.. which still enjoying my Zutara arts here in my humble Tumblr page..hehe

Btw I am going to update zutaraweek artworks earlier in my IG ( same name with this one), so please also follow me there..hehe thanks 😆

tag: @zutaraweek

🚫 Please do not use or/and edit my arts

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@zutaraweek day 1: tradition

i liked the idea of tradition by the way of ‘in the tradition of a specific artist’ and landed on magritte. the most direct inspirations were two of his paintings, 16th September and the Banquet (non animated version will be up later!)

#zutara #zutara art

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hello zutara..it's been a while. shall we dance?

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i couldn't stop thinking about zutara with this audio so i went ahead and made a short animatic (based on their cave scene in book 2!)

idk how it turned out bc i made this as a brainrot-fueled machine who just wanted to materialize her visions but.. i hope you enjoy (eng cc available!)

#zutara animatic

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Obsessed with these three being forced to interact at their husbands’ work functions.

#asoiaf fanart

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whatre you having the same name as another woman for

#nana fanart

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I have this head canon that Zuko finds the turtle duck he hit as a kid and APOLOGIZES like a man 😤👌

#atla fanart

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smol Katara and Sokka in the snow

#atla art

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"Um, I could use a little help paddling here!"

Yeah, it's hard to be the canoe thirdwheel, isn't it, Sokka? 🤷‍♀️

(First zutara fanart of the year! Hoorah!)

#zutara art

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sketching zutara kisses is my comfort activity

#zutara art

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Day 11: Mutual Pining / Idiots in Love

Happy zutara month everybody!

(a day late but here it is, also doing fanart of a ship is so dumb, embarrasing and happy all at the same time)

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Zutara Month 2022 Day 23: Bluetara/ Paintko

A guy like you should wear a warning It’s dangerous, I’m falling

~(Toxic, 2WEI version yes the version matters this one has a very different vibe than the original)

Experimenting with different coloring and lighting techniques. It’s not perfect, but I had fun with it. (I didn’t add my “after dark” label because they’re both fully clothed, but if anyone wants me to tag that just let me know!)

If you’re looking for your Bluetara/ Paintko fix, and enjoy adult fanfiction (these are all rated M or E for a reason!), I recommend Solace of Night by goldilocks23, and the interconnected fics it inspired: Warfare at Dawn by nire, the skins of diplomats by FictionIsSocialInquiry, Crashing of the Tides by AwakeJuice, and The Comforts of Night by gemgirl28.

♥ Please do not repost. If you like it and want to show people, share a link to this page instead. Thank you!

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ZKMonth22 Day 30: Denial

Katara went to Zuko’s room before the coronation to make sure he was healing properly. This is what she told herself; she was actually just going because she wanted to see him before he took on the persona of the Fire Lord. She didn’t know how, but she knew it would change things between them.

Just as she rounded the corner to Zuko’s room, she saw someone else, someone with dark hair and a dark robe, slip into the room before she could. Somewhere deep in her bones, she knew she was too late. For what, she had no idea, but something in her broke when she saw the tails of the other girl’s robe disappear into Zuko’s room.

She found she couldn’t help herself; she creeped over to the door, straining to hear what the two were saying.

When the girl, obviously Mai, demanded Zuko never break up with her again, it felt like the floor had been pulled out from under her. Before she could reveal herself, she clutched one hand to her mouth and slipped away. Her feet took her to the garden Zuko had shown her, the one where he’d fed turtle-ducks with his mother and had been pleased to find they were still there.

Finally, once she was alone, her legs gave out, causing her to crash to her knees at the edge of the water. She stared at her reflection in the pool and ached.

Later, when her marriage to Aang was falling apart and Zuko’s relationship with Mai had somehow survived and thrived for over a decade, Katara couldn’t help but ache. For so long she’d shoved it away, refusing to let it affect her relationship with Aang and upset their family dynamic, but when Aang began to turn away from her the few nights he was even home, the pain in the depths of her heart reared its ugly head and forced her to pay attention to it.

When the letter from Zuko came, her heart leapt; when she broke its seal and scanned the first few lines, her heart sank. She packed up Bumi and Kya, as she refused to leave them in the negligent care of the Air Nomads on Airbender Island, and went to the Caldera as quickly as she could.

She was almost too late.

When she got there, sending Bumi and Kya with a servant to their room, she found Zuko in his, the door open, him kneeling next to the bed Mai was laying on, their baby crying a room over with its now-mandatory wet nurse. The sobs coming from Zuko were more heart-wrenching than anything Katara had ever heard before.

She rushed to Mai’s side, pulling water from her pouch, covering her hands with it and beginning her examination. Zuko ignored her, head on his arms, weeping into the immaculate bedspread. When she realized she was just in time, Katara took a deep breath and called on the one ability only she could perform, the one she’d convinced Aang not to outlaw because to outlaw it would be to publicly reveal its existence: bloodbending.

Katara felt for the blood that was still ceasing to flow in Mai’s veins and tugged, stopping the bleeding by healing her, pushing her heart, forcing it to beat, praying it would work. Hoping the slight woman had enough blood left to sustain her, that she’d eaten something during labor that would lend her body the strength it needed. She worked the blood through Mai’s body for several agonizing minutes before she felt the other woman’s heart begin to beat on its own.

Katara breathed a sigh of relief, but didn’t stop working. From a different pouch at her waist she pulled a tincture she kept for these situations. It consisted of manjistha, olive leaves, and garlic. She unstoppered the bottle and bent a few drops from the concentrated mixture, holding them in the air with one hand while with the other she opened Mai’s mouth and lifted her tongue to bend the drops there, where they’d enter the bloodstream the fastest. As Katara helped the tincture work its way into Mai’s blood, the other woman coughed and began to breathe, but remained unconscious.

At the edge of her awareness Katara saw Zuko shoot up, but she focused on moving the medicine through Mai’s blood and making sure no infections lingered in her blood.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Katara deemed Mai to be stable and gave her a different tincture to keep her asleep so she could heal.

“Katara,” Zuko’s voice snapped her attention to him, as it always had.

“Yes?” she asked, tucking her bottles back into their pouch and not looking at him.

She was aware, of course, of what she’d just done. What she could now never hope to have, even if it would have been in the distant future.

“Thank you.” The sincerity and relief in his voice ripped through her.

All Katara could do was nod and leave the room to check on her children.

inspired by the following poem:

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