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katara-week · 1 year
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Katara Week 2023 Prompt Voting - here
Thank you for all of the suggestions! Voting is open until January 8th, and the complete prompts list will be released January 9th - the event runs from April 17-23
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ponytailzuko · 2 years
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[ID: A digital painting of the character Katara from Avatar: The Last Airbender. She’s sitting at the edge of an ice sheet, looking out into an ocean full of icebergs, to the moon. Behind her are wisps of ghosts of previous waterbenders, watching her. End ID]
@katara-week Day 5 - Last Waterbender / Healing
sometimes i think about katara before the series started... practicing waterbending alone, trying to figure out moves, with no teacher at all. it must have felt so lonely, even if her family and tribe were there to support her. i tried my best to capture that, as well as trying to keep it light and hopeful-because katara’s so hopeful all the time! hope that comes across :) 
(i also have an essay due this weekend so i cannot spend more time on this than i already did, god bless!) 
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comradekatara · 2 years
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an old chief katara drawing i finally finished for @katara-week 💖
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chase2452 · 3 years
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waterbending master katara
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kataraweek · 9 years
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Stay tuned for something very exciting at the end of this month!
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leiko-tomago · 9 years
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Katara Week 2015
Day 7 (July 7) | Faults/Rage
“I’m like everybody else: weak, full of mistakes, but basically good.”
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adelle-ein · 9 years
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katara week  → day seven: rage
I'm like everyone else: weak, full of mistakes, but basically good.
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Bloody Knuckles
This is my contribution to Katara Week 2015! I wish I could have done so much more, and maybe I’ll post a few things late, but because of how busy I’ve been lately, this is all I have to offer. Sorry for not being so active as of late! Once my schedule clears a bit, things will definitely be better :)
Title: Bloody Knuckles
Rating: T (Some violence/swearing)
Summary: Mainly about Day Threes prompt [strength], but also a mixture of all seven prompts. It’s short and sweet.
"Fake!"
"-not our Avatar after all-"
"Nothing but a phony group of-
"You should have stayed dead!"
The words dig beneath their skin from the mouths of the angry crowd, and Zuko feels his fury branding itself in the palms of his hands. From the corner of his eyes he can see the way Aang's shoulders tense with each insult, the way Toph's lips curl into a blistering sneer.
"The Avatar is a liar!"
"Traitors to progression!"
A gray-haired, middle-aged man shoves to the front of the rioters.
"Maybe Ozai'll let us fuck that waterbending bitch once he's through with-"
Sokka's knuckles crack along the man's jaw, beating Zuko by only a second.
The crowd jostles around into a crooked ring circling the two men, chanting and cheering. Sokka launches himself at the man, eyes blazing and a furious shout ripping from his throat. They tumble to the ground, each vying for the upper hand. Dust kicks up as Sokka pins the older man with his knees and strikes out over and over and over again until his fist is a mixture of purple and red.
"Don't-" punch "-fucking-" punch "-talk-" punch "-about-" punch "-my-"
A tendril of water suddenly wraps itself around his wrist and yanks until he is stumbling off of the bleeding man.
Zuko's heart pounds, sparks from his fingertips betraying the flames soon to come, as he readies himself to help his friend and beat the shit out of these ungrateful peasants.
He whirls around in search of the offender before he sees her standing there, one fist curled around a near-translucent whip, and his brows draw in confusion.
Sokka stands from where Aang has caught him, bewildered. "Katara?"
There is concern etched in every corner of her face, but it is not for her brother.
The crowd watches, holding their breath as she kneels by the man on the floor. 
His eyes are swollen, pulped lip dribbling blood down his jaw. He groans through clenched teeth.
"Let me help." Her slender hands reach out, the water obeying her call and coating her palms. The man's pained glare follows her movements in suspicion, and when her fingers graze his face, he jerks away from her touch, spitting at her.
Zuko growls low in his throat and his spine goes rigid, but before he can take even one step forward, an iron grip wraps around his arm. Toph tugs him back, bangs swaying before her milky eyes as she shakes her head at him.
Katara patiently bends the spit from her cheek. "Please. I only want to help."
She tries again, placing her hands at the corner of his mouth, and this time the man lets her. In seconds, there is no trace of the countless bruises that had been scattered over his jaw and nose.
His brown eyes are still suspicious as he raises a hand to his now healed face.
Zuko watches as Katara rises from the ground, dirt smudging the hem of her skirt. 
She looks at the crowd, at the people who called her the enemy, who threatened to kill her, and she walks away.
That is the moment where he realizes she is the strongest of them all.
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rumea-blog · 9 years
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katara week day 5 // warrior
(emulating hakoda because she’s gon be chief, yaw)
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Katara Week day 6 Family
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katara-week · 2 years
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you can't knock me down!
Welcome to the second iteration of Katara Week, an event to appreciate our favorite waterbending master! The prompt collection form will be released soon, and participants have over three months to prepare their works, including writings, art, edits, and more! There will be two prompts per day, with one free day prompt for the last day
prompt collection form (check pinned for prompt voting form soon!
run by @antimonarchy | they/them | white settler on Powhatan land
dates
Prompt Collection: over!
Prompt Voting: over!
Prompts Released: released!
Katara Week: April 4th-April 10th (2022)
works accepted until the end of April
ways to submit
tag @katara-week in your post!
tag your post with #kataraweek22 #kataraweek or #katara week
submit the post to this blog
add the work to the ao3 collection (tba)
event rules and guidelines
if a fic is posted on tumblr, consider adding a readmore
all works must fall under general/teen ratings: no sexual content/sexualization of characters, keep violence and potentially triggering content to a minimum, and tag triggering elements in your works (ex: blood, death)
no inclusion of racist tropes (fire lady katara, water tribe members represented as animals)
no artworks whitewashing the characters
apart from the first guideline, any works not meeting these will not be reblogged
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comradekatara · 2 years
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a little katara in the snow ❄
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captainlordauditor · 9 years
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Blood Moon
this was originally written for “beauty/power” haha but it wasn’t done in time so....
makes references to a coupleseanan mcguire songs ive been listening to waaay too much
The queen sits on her icy throne,
and she knows they'll never let her be
they see her beauty, ignore her power,
they see a damsel in her bower.
How much salt and how many crows,
her hands hold secrets no one knows.
Her blood moon rises in the sky,
but the woods aren't quick to say good-bye.
She grew up too fast on the southern ice,
where the flame's so hot the sea can't make it ash.
She found the wind and she set him free,
and she chased all the horizons that she could see.
They led her up north to the woodland boy,
and they led her north to the ice walls thick.
She tore those up and she marched on in,
she took masters down and they saw her win.
She asked how much salt, and how many crows,
her hands hold secrets no-one knows,
the full moon rose up in the sky,
but the woods weren't there to say goodbye.
She gave the wind all that she could give,
and then she gave him more than she thought she had.
She gave him her life and he gave her his heart,
but she wished he'd given it at the start.
There's things she knows and things she hates,
and the wind knows nothing of what lies in his love,
she hung up her spears and she readied for birth,
it was all they thought that she was worth.
how much salt, and how many crows?
Her heart holds secrets no one knows!
The half moon rises in the sky,
the scarlet light's too smart to say goodbye.
The queen sat down and she never rose up,
but she twitches her hands and they fall to the ground.
Like puppets they rose and like puppets they'll fall,
with her red stained hands she'll see it all.
Today the queen sits on her throne,
and she knows they'll never let her be,
they'll see her beauty, ignore her power,
they'll see their blood within the hour.
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azuila · 9 years
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KATARA WEEK • DAY THREE || detemination & strength becoming fearless isn't the point. that's impossible. it's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it. ( x )
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leiko-tomago · 9 years
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Katara Week 2015
Day 6 (July 6) | Past/Family
“I’ve spent so much time living in survival mode.”
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adelle-ein · 9 years
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katara week  → day six: family
It really seems like, my whole life, Katara's been the one looking out for me. She's always been the one that's there.
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