it needs a break

ASK BOX IS CLOSED (for now)

Hello! We can’t believe how this blog just BLEW UP the past few weeks since we started it! Seriously, we still can’t get over it! It’s gotten to the point that we have to stop taking in asks for a bit so we can take some time to clear what we got so far (so sorry if you have a message to send to our inbox heh).

Hope you all are having a great day and we’re really glad you guys like this au!!

[Also just a heads-up I’m going on holiday for the rest of the year so really sorry if some of the questions don’t get answered for a long time! -Eggy]

my “coming to Zutara” story

I knew when I started watching A;TLA that Zuko and Katara didn’t end up together, because my besty got me into the show by making me watch the s3 series finale. Excerpt of that conversation:

him: ur really gonna like this show. watch it with me plz
me: Nah. The eyeballs on that protagonist are way too round and cutesy. Is he riding a giant dustmop? I am an adult. Hard pass.
him: no really, it’s such a good show, the bending is based on real martial arts styles *goes on about it*
me: Meh. This is a lot more whimsy than I’m willing to embrace for the sake of our friendship. Too silly. Not doing it.
him: OH YEAH WATCH THIS

And then it happened. 

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