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𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 / 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢'𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴
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out . i swear i’m alive . i’ve been hunting for a new rental/packing, && waiting on my azula cosply to turn up ... && working 5000 hours a week . anyway , i’m gonna try get some stuff done tonight !!
STARTER CALL . multis specify a muse , timelines will vary , mutuals only
likeagcrl - 𝓜𝓪𝓲
Azula looks almost pathetic like this. Mai takes no joy in it, though that isn’t surprising given everything about her emotions and how she was raised and brought up. But at the same time, she doesn’t feel guilty or remorseful about it, either. Whatever she had to do to protect Zuko, she would. A thousand times over.
“Why would you have?” Mai asked flatly. “I figured that choosing Zuko over you would make it perfectly clear how I felt about you.” It was much more complicated than that, sure, but she didn’t need nor want to say that to Azula outright. “And after everything you’ve done to Zuko, well, it shouldn’t be surprising that he doesn’t want anything to do with you, either.” She leaned against the wall across from Azula’s cell.
“You have only yourself to blame for that, you know.”
for one singular moment does she seem almost apologetic , yet it is gone as quickly as it had come / lips part in a breath of laughter , something hollow / BITTER . frame drops to sit , legs crossing beneath her as she stares at the other , ( 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙳𝙸𝙳 𝙸𝚃 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙶𝙾 𝚂𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙱𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶? ) if she thought hard enough , perhaps she could pinpoint that exact second when it all began to crumble / fade away , scattered to the skies . ‘really , mai . ‘ exasperation colours tone / nothing genuine about her -- swallowed whole by expectations , of a childhood drenched in WAR . though once , all had felt so attainable , now lay in ruins at her feet . not a soul in her corner , barely a sound thought left when LONELINESS crept in / in the night , in the dark . ‘ anger doesn’t BECOME YOU , it truly is an ugly shade . ‘ head tilts back , pressing against the wall behind her ; lips a curvature of content , yet within do battles rage / harpy screeches against the forefront of her a mind , a mess of lightning && blue flames , itching for release / to scream her HATRED to the skies for all that she had lost . ‘ you know , he has been to visit me , more than once . ‘
words don’t fall / click of her jaw the only sound between them -- uncertainty holds back flurry of ANGER , betrayal still housed within the hollow of her chest , blackened husk of her heart in splinters . perhaps she ought to have KNOWN , to have seen it all coming ... / 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝚈 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙽 / no longer a force to be reckoned with , if anything ... a shell ; used , empty . sigh slips between crimson lips , hues of gold avert for but a moment -- taking stock , grounding herself from the flickers of azure burning within slender frame . ‘ what a 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 . ‘ head lolls to the side , a shift of raven locks to fall / obscuring view until a hand lifts , brushing them aside -- something lingers within those orbs , hinting of INSTABILITY / so certain of her reform . ‘ why , i didn’t even receive an 𝙸 𝙽 𝚅 𝙸 𝚃 𝙴 to the wedding ! ‘
/ @likeagcrl for mai
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The Day of Black Sun morning
Sokka, explaining his plans to the invasion force:
Azula, reviewing her plans:
to whom does your heart belong?
tagged by: @kingwu tagging: all of y’all
your heart belongs to the sun
you are a wildfire waiting to happen, one lit cigarette away from catastrophe. you are passion itself, full of rage and joy and love and pain. you are the driving force behind change, so why are you afraid of it? not all that is new will hurt you. let others into your life. you will not burn them. you do not cause harm inherently, you are wounded. you will heal. i promise you will heal.
hey everybody , i’m azula , && welcome to jackass ! * CONQUERS BA SING SE , && TURNS THE DAI LI *
“I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
for but a moment does UNCERTAINITY hold tight with claws of steel -- digging into skin , refusing release . yet within that same instance do eyes flash ; alight with the years of 𝙾𝙱𝚂𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 that had kept her so rapt . azula knew the road to redemption to be a rocky one , hardly thought of herself as one DESERVING -- memories of lightning && chains flash past the front of mind , clouding self-restraint for a beat of a second , before it vanishes beneath carefully carved CONTROL . ‘ why not be HONEST with yourself, zu-zu , ‘ a pause , lift of chin as arms fold l steady gaze of honey hues rest upon form of older brother -- siblings they might be , yet azula would not claim to 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 , as she knew he would do the same in regards to herself . heavy sigh flutters locks of midnight where they rest against her cheeks . ‘ you never want to talk to me . ‘
( 𝙸 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙴𝙳 𝙰 𝙷𝚄𝙶 ; 𝚈𝙴𝚃 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙶𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝙱𝙾𝚇 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 , 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙰 𝙺𝙽𝙸𝙵𝙴 ) sculpted reassurances of her mental health , yet how true were such things when the one whispering was as good a liar as they come ? another sigh , forced between painted lips , && she lifts a slender shoulder , as though answering her own comment . years of torment && anger lay between them , stifling && unmoving , something insidious in the way it curled about her frame, making home within her bones . / many a day where she could not look at herself in the mirror without the CHOKING NEED to break the glass .
right in the guts. angst sentences.
“It always comes back to this with you, doesn’t it?”
“Why can’t you just learn to let the fuck go.”
“Did it over occur to you that I never wanted this to begin with?”
“Why can’t you just look at me for one god damn second!”
“Let go of my hand.”
“I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
“Why are you — saying all these things —”
“You know what? I was wrong. You never really meant anything to me. You’re broken, you’re beyond fixing, you’re not something I want to take the time to handle. Simple as that.”
“You’re a god damn mistake, that’s what you are.”
“I never wanted anything to do with you to begin with.”
“This, us, was a fucking mistake and I should have known the second things went further than planned.”
“I can’t do this anymore.”
“I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”
“If anything, you were a fucking waste of time.”
“I just don’t feel anything anymore.”
“Looking at you I see nothing but something I need to put an end to.”
“Oh? Really? You thought we had a future? What gave you that idea.”
“Is this even going anywhere?”
“Why can’t we just talk about it —”
“Does it ever occur to you that I am done talking? That I am done with reflecting upon my words and action? Can’t you just take a fucking hint that I’m done with you? I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”
“We’re through. I don’t want to do this anymore.”
“You were broken to begin with.”
“How am I supposed to ‘love you’ when I never had feelings to being with.”
“Haha, I don’t know who gave you THAT idea, but we’re not an item. We never were.”
“I’d like for you to leave now.”
“Just get out. Get out and leave me alone.”
“Why are you — saying all these things??? Where did they come from???”
“If you never were happy to begin with, how come you never told me?! I would have listened, I would have helped —”
“I don’t need, or want help, what I want is for you to get the fuck away from me.”
“You’re damaged goods and I can’t find the patience to take on you as a project.”
“You’re the kind of crazy I don’t want to deal with.”
“Lately you’ve become a burden, and I can’t handle it anymore.”
“If you’d just leave me alone, that’d be great.”
“Oh come on, the second we got to know each other, the due date were already set on us. We were never meant to last forever. Our relationship had a deadline, and now we’re at it; so, what you gonna do?”
“This is all on you.”
“Save your tears. I’m done here.”
out . not me thinking about azula chained to that grate && sobbing . nope , i’m fine , this is fine .
sb: you’re crazy! azula: first of all , i’m traumatised , so jot that down
Sokka and Azula - by @mmediocreman
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out . anyway , i thought i saved all my azula caps but ... apparently i didn’t so ... time to go recap her scenes i guess
Azula & Sokka in The Day of Black Sun, Part 2: The Eclipse.
[Caption: after she provokes the team as a distraction, Azula is slammed against a wall and trapped by Toph’s earth bending. Sokka holds her up and presses her against it further to interrogate her about Suki’s whereabouts, furious, while she maintains a satisfied smirk.]