ᵇᵉʸᵒⁿᵈ 𝓡𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉 ! @huozhi - Tumblr Blog

── I ETCH MY OWN FACE UPON MY WICKED FLESH. I AM MY OWN DEVASTATING GOD. A PRIVATE AND SELECTIVE WRITING BLOG FEATURING YU AZULA OF THE AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER FRANCHISE. PORTRAYAL IS PRIMARILY DRAWN LARGELY HEADCANON - BASED WITH PERSONAL INTERPRETATIONS, INSPIRATION AND LORE DERIVED FROM CHINESE CULTURE.

⁽ 𝒊. ⁾ 𝓓ossier. ⁽ 𝒊𝒊. ⁾ 𝓟rompts. ⁽ 𝒊𝒊𝒊. ⁾ 𝓢tudies.

I AM THE KNIFE WHICH WILL SLAUGHTER HEAVEN. HEAVEN IS FULL OF BLOOD. SOON IT WILL SNOW. 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒, ₀₁ HUOZAJI. ⁰² HUODAO. ₀₃ LJESAW.

azula in exp33 is insane btw. im also always thinking of castlevania

#expedition 33 spoilers #either a painter or a writer but (depending on plots) invades other masterpieces in search of Something.#masquerades as the others or one of the inhabitants that greets expeditions #and with castlevania........of course......chinese inspired vampires yeah ...... and one thats mage oriented but like u get it.#u get itttttt #i love how when i say i wont be here and then my desire to avoid responsibilities kicks in

azula's always got me gripped by the head like a bowling ball

#she's swinging me around violently #katara is just standing in the corner #activity still nonexistent until june 10th but i Do want to be here

happy 20 years of atla <3

#all the clips on my twt are making me EMO!!!!! GOD!!!#also the news of the new spin off? if u think i won’t write one of the twins .. hah

dramashii

Is it scary?

MYSTERIOUS LOTUS CASEBOOK (2023) | Ep 32

#ruba sent this to me and im so insane about it actually............#the azula core of it all #𝑖𝑖𝑖. ⁽ 𖧷 ⁾ visuals ˛#blood /

yesdramas

Zhao Lusi as Phoenix Queen Feng Yin THE LAST IMMORTAL 神隐 — 2023, dir. Chan Ka Lam

#ouhhhhhhhhhhh IM INSANE ABOUT THIS #𝑖𝑖𝑖. ⁽ 𖧷 ⁾ visuals ˛

" you leave me no choice. " 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀, GIYŪ. --- ₀₁ @mizukokyu .ᐟ

the game board, all - consuming and contradictory and abstract, laid out before her in a manner that only she could decipher. rules created by her favor, changing and malleable, curated to suit the whims of a mirage. steam rose from the large body of water, lack of current and calm, until interrupted by her presence, lithe figure dipping beneath the surface. the temperature was hotter than she'd anticipated, but nothing the thickened layer of her skin could not take. solitary embraced the two, the waters the only barrier and sense of security. up to her shoulders, shielding the rest of her body, she moved closer, daringly. “ relax, you big baby. ” head cocked to the side as she studied him, tendrils fluttering over pale cheeks. she could see it then, the start of her roots taking form, that thorned touch of hers slowly engraining into him. whether he liked it or not, whether he realized he'd been marked. she could feel a thin layer of condensation building over her hairline, wishing she'd put her hair up prior, and inky strands, now doused and expanding around her in a cloud. “ ah, okay. humor me, then. what are you going to do ? run away ? complain ? ”

#mizukokyu #𝑖𝑖. ⁽ 𖧷 ⁾ answered ˛#⁽ verse ‚ ─ kny.#eyeballing

" why should I believe you? " 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎, OBANAI. --- ₀₁ @idagiri .ᐟ

they stood over a cliff, inky waves crashing over jagged rocks, pointed and rife with the promise of death upon impact. it was a gamble. to the average person, of course. azula had dove enough times to test the winds, test her own fate, and conquered it. she could spot iguro's raven watching them form afar, cautious and ... truly, azula had to fight the urge just to skin it alive. “ you have no reason not to. ” short and simple, paired with the synchronized shift in attention as she met her gaze, ignoring the reptile practically plastered to her body. careful footsteps brought her closer to the edge of the cliff, not one muscle in her body faltering, steady even in the presence of the hashira's scrutiny. “ but you also have no reason to believe me, that's the point. it's just an exercise. ” gaze narrowed, something daring and taunting. “ scared ? ”

#idagirl #𝑖𝑖. ⁽ 𖧷 ⁾ answered ˛#⁽ verse ‚ ─ kny.#heheh hi <3

memuntos

they were teen girls again. back when azula’s words had the power to slice through her chest and lodge deep into the space between her ribs. never quite piercing through the soft flesh of her heart but hovering threateningly close. she’s sixteen again and her stomach twists. it takes ty lee a moment to regain her composure and when her fingers unfurl from the tense fists they were in, they leave behind crescent shaped indents in her palm. “ i’m sorry azula, that’s not what i meant. ” her words came out clipped despite what her instincts scream at her to do. she wanted to comfort her friend, to reassure her that she was there for her. but a part of her thought she deserved all of it and that part of her overwhelmed her with shame for thinking so. the conflicting emotions battled inside her making her chest ache. she finally added meekly, “ i just mean we’ll get through it. together. ”

a beat passed and she was relieved to change the subject. “ i want you to try to land a hit on me. ” the words came out before she could stop herself and surprisingly, ty lee felt a sudden surge of confidence. in another lifetime, ty lee would have dreaded going one on one with the fire nation princess but the years had taught them both valuable lessons. ty lee’s just happened to come with a flashy new dress and make up. the acrobat leapt up into the air and landed a few feet away from the other girl, putting some more distance between them before they started. a grin spread across her lips as she propped her hands on her hips. “ and don’t go easy on me, ‘zula, i can take it ! ”

huozhi

it did not miss her, that shaken, familiar air of uncertainty that wavered between them. it was uncertainty in the sense of the dynamic azula had carefully cultivated through the years, a tightrope of a relationship in which she shook the ground from beneath their feet out of curiosity, out of amusement, boredom, and for punishment. it was spinning the dial to even begin attempting to decipher the mindset she was in, and it put ty lee at the center of a pointed blade, a twisted game of darts with a target over her head. corner of her lips twitched at the apology, catching the way such a statement appeared to have been strangled in the confines of her throat. perhaps, not everything had changed in its entirety. “ bold words when that is something out of your control. but i've always admired your passion. it's so ... endearing. ” intentional in her delivery, thickening and patronizing, tongue bladed with simple attacks aimed to hit her. and as if she meant to soften the blow of it all, she forced a smile. never quite reached the eyes.

tired eyes followed the circus - girl retiree, the years only embracing lithe figure in its easy ascents through the air, weightless as she landed. it took every fibre of azula's being not to roll her eyes. show - off. it felt mocking, and it had been mocking. previous training only resulted in the princess's anger flaring out, her weapon forcibly traded for a dull edge until they trusted she would not slice the staff to pieces. only then did that fire return in her eyes when it was suggested that a dear, old friend assist her. but it was something demeaning at the moment, to have been taken down a notch, off her game. “ you can take it ? ” did ty lee think lowly of her now ? highly likely, azula still couldn't shake the sting of betrayal from years prior. and that showed as she repositioned her blade, the metal scratching over stone ground before posed, muscles tensing before lunging at her in full speed. take this !

#memuntos #⁽ verse ‚ ─ a:tla.#she's gonna FUMBLEEEEEEE and its gonna be embarassing <3

" I just have this feeling that everything is going to work out just fine. " TY LEE. --- ₀₁ @memuntos .ᐟ

just fine ? words echoed in the labyrinths of a shattered mind slowly repairing itself, sticky cement and wet clay and cheap threads keeping everything together by the margin. the failed empress stood within a shadow of herself, the courtyard once her place of enjoyment now a reminder of the childhood she wasted and the years that had passed with structural renovations. this was no longer the home she'd grown up in, and she'd feel more a stranger in this shell if not for ty lee remaining. though, even then, she couldn't recognize her at first glance most times. wide - eyed and excitable, yet doused in that ghastly kyoshi warrior green, face - paint poorly washed off from the running fountain behind them both. “ of course, you'd say that. you were not tortured in a room you could not escape with nurses who secretly despised you. you did not have your power taken from you as if your own spine was ripped out. you dance in that frilly costume with your new band of frilly friends. it doesn't surprise me that you'd think that way. ” visage impassive despite the intensity, the weighted anchors of her words, a beat passing before she dug out a small piece of a flower petal from under her nails, flicking it out to the side lazily. manicured brow lifted as she tapped the point of her sword to the ground, “ but, what do i know ! ” tone a complete change, light. “ let's continue training, i've just now got a handle on this thing again. ”

#memuntos #𝑖𝑖. ⁽ 𖧷 ⁾ answered ˛#⁽ verse ‚ ─ a:tla.#post seriesssss !!!#i assumed u had her remain w the warriors but if not lemme change this <3

azula's like 19-21 in the timeline of kny, arriving in japan at age 19 under the guise of being a student and slowly starting from the ground up to snake her way into the corps. she initially stayed at the red light distract just to catch whispers and rumors, make connections, and then would move to the next town until she was on a proper lead. she is insanely skilled at playing a part in the name of competition, and if it meant creating friendships and budding romances or whatever just to get closer to her goal, she'd do it. this is before the hashira training arc, so by then she's kinda "helping" around. she comes off as extremely passionate and motivated and a bit intense but considering how some ppl are in the corps, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. but there are bits and pieces where her act falls short, like — going on missions and seeming to care less about protecting civilians but killing a demon, getting the kills for herself and not being a team player, etc.

#shes suuuuuuch girlie girl vibes here like she's still the Same but ppl think its just bc she's intense about her job #it kinda fucks me up but !!!!!!!!!!!!!!#yeah #⁽ verse ‚ ─ kny.#𝑣𝑖𝑖. ⁽ 𖧷 ⁾ study ˛

thinking about azula and relationships and how it's smth sooo akin to a game for her like they are always transactional and conditional and she gets bored so easily

#applies to platonicism and romanticism #this blog is toxicity central and i eat it up ty #𝑣𝑖𝑖. ⁽ 𖧷 ⁾ study ˛

persephonememes

* ( LEGACIES SEASON ONE / SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ You’re not very scared of me, are you? ❜

❛ What’s going on up there? ❜

❛ Who the hell are you? ❜

❛ I’m sure I can handle whatever it is. ❜

❛ I just have this feeling that everything is going to work out just fine. ❜

❛ Are you okay? ❜

❛ I was recently dead, so I think I’ll mend. ❜

❛ Worst. Spring Break. Ever. ❜

❛ It’s kind of hard to miss. ❜

❛ You and I, we can’t talk like this anymore. ❜

❛ Tell me where he/she/they is before I blow your head off. ❜

❛ No one should ever have to be alone like this! ❜

❛ Okay, I need your help. I’m going for Meghan Markle tasteful. ❜

❛ Oh, look, it’s Satan … in a crop top. ❜

❛ Come to burn my world down? ❜

❛ What do you want? ❜

❛ Hey, I didn’t see you at breakfast. ❜

❛ Trusting you is what got us into this mess. ❜

❛ What’s with the performance anxiety? ❜

❛ I was making an entrance, mop head. ❜

❛ Aren’t you supposed to help? ❜

❛ Why should I believe you? ❜

❛ Everybody lies. ❜

❛ Some people just want to watch the world burn. ❜

❛ We’re gonna give these townies a taste of what we’re really made of. ❜

❛ We are a school for the supernatural, which covers a lot of territory. ❜

❛ If you had it I wouldn’t have to say it. ❜

❛ People in town said it was for troubled rich kids. I see the rich part is true. ❜

❛ You’re the one that’s always telling me I need to get out more. ❜

❛ I tell you that you need to stop locking yourself in your dorm room binge-watching Cutthroat Kitchen. ❜

❛ Do you think I’m broken? ❜

❛ She was the best person I knew. Pretty much loved her in that way that they say only exists in movies. ❜

❛ People who say that are the people who have never had their hearts crushed. ❜

❛ This isn’t much of an after party. ❜

❛ I see you’ve decided to double down on your nihilism this morning.

❛ I’m trying to be rich with honesty. ❜

❛ Hot tip: next time you burn your ex’s hair off, make sure she can’t rock a lob. ❜

❛ Consider this a life lesson; people disappoint. ❜

❛ As fun as this hurricane of toxic masculinity is, I have to get to class. ❜

❛ I’m sorry. Is the fact that I’m not openly hostile to you make it seem like we’re back to being friends? ❜

❛ So do you want to play good cop or bad cap? Because I don’t think emo cop is a thing. ❜

❛ You know, you’re not going to lose the election over an outfit. ❜

❛ What did I ever do to make you hate me so much? ❜

❛ It’s not about you. Shocking, I know. ❜

❛ You’ve left her with no room for herself. ❜

❛ She doesn’t have time for a relationship because you are a black hole of time and energy of love just sucking it all up, never giving any of it back. ❜

❛ She won’t ever burn your world down, so I will do it for her. ❜

❛ If you could just put down the crossbow, my freak out level is about eleven right now. ❜

❛ You’re messing with me. ❜

❛ So what, you’re just going to stay in your room alone while everybody else is out having fun? ❜

❛ When are you going to take care of you? ❜

❛ This world needs the selfless and the selfish to keep spinning. ❜

❛ You seem morally inclined enough to do something stupid. ❜

❛ Bad liars look away when they lie to their kids. Good liars look them straight in the eye.❜

❛ I hate that you always see me when I’m weak. ❜

❛ You’re not weak. You’re a survivor. And that makes you one of the strongest people I know. ❜

❛ You gotta stop beating yourself up about this. ❜

❛ You’ve never had free booze before. ❜

❛ Please keep these two from trying to kill or die for each other. ❜

❛ You do not get to be the martyr. That was my job. ❜

❛ So you think you’re a superhero or something? ❜

❛ They say revolution is messy, and I’m okay with that. ❜

#𝑣𝑖. ⁽ 𖧷 ⁾ prompts ˛#send :Knife:

nolemiller

my last two brain cells

#srry this is azula and zuko when they were on the same team for Once #𝑥. ⁽ 𖧷 ⁾ dyn ˛

jessminetea

You were jealous of me?

#𝑖𝑖𝑖. ⁽ 𖧷 ⁾ visuals ˛#ITS FACTS !!!!

azula is really just the study in being a human girl yet behaving anything but <3 she really forces people around her to rethink humanity

#it's SO especially loud in her kny verse like. she's not a demon but she might as well be one of them #she does NAWT CARE ABOUT PROTECTING PPL!!!!!!!!!#never has and never will #she could be the best warrior and it's bc she just wants the title and to simply be The Best #she wants to win.#𝑣𝑖𝑖. ⁽ 𖧷 ⁾ study ˛

mizukokyu

❛ oh, just so you know, i don't ever lose this game. ❜ / azula.

remnants of sweat, laced with petrichor: amalgamate, in the humidity of japan's summer air - your blade against hers, ringing in your ear that digs into your brain ( inconsonant, it feels wrong. you hate this sound. ) she, once someone you trusted: who tore, manicured nails, into your chest & twisted - getting fingers bloodied, licked clean ( were you always like a demon? ... even when i knew you? ) tender flesh: torn at forearm, you apply more pressure.

❛ give it up, azula. ❜ eaten alive in the depths of her ribs, you remain: strong, flat footed to the ground [ . . . ] when her blade moves, you step backwards ( swinging for another hit, until– ) like rain fall, sudden & quick: unable to move, legs wrapped around torso & you're brought to the ground above @leventar, blade hitting the floor. fingers, thin: like spider's legs, on her outer thigh - tangled in fabric.

[oh, just so you know, i don't ever lose this game] she taunts. your eyebrow twitches. ❛ neither do i. ❜ pause, & you lower closer to her - until a blade, pressed to your adam's apple. you swallow around the silver. ❛ looks like one of us is going to have to learn something new ... ❜

huozhi

the blood coated her mouth, the faint taste of copper and ichor swirling over the cursed tongue. that wretched muscle, sharpened and bladed, a weaponized tool for the slaughter. she'd always been told it was the cut of her words more lethal than the hit of her blades, the power in which they penetrate mercilessly until it burns the soul from the inside out. azula was a disease, asymptomatic as she clung to the marrow, growing and rotting and all - consuming. her name staled in the air, it would have wounded her if she cared. he knew her secret and yet he'd yet to execute her properly, yet to out her to the others ... was this the fate of the tragedy that awaited them ? was this hope so mistakingly placed in - between the ribs of shielding a beating heart ?

quiet of the woods shrouded them, whispers of the wind embracing the whistles of clashing metals, screeching pressure, aching muscles. they've reached a stand - still, careful gaze already having committed his techniques to memory. a scorching dance, and yet, so, so boring. until they're collapsed to the floor and she stared at him, blade keeping him distanced. lithe figure beneath, agile muscles tensed, she was quicksand and the longer he remained, she would consume him, until the last bit of oxygen was strung out from his lungs. “ ah. you saw this coming. ” she scoffed in delayed realization, wry laugh airing through. of course, he did.

fire blazed in her eyes, the only thing remotely telling of life, the only thing separating her from the very entities they slay. she'd foregone pretending she was comfortably warm, that the heat within her wasn't the product of firestorm. he was stubborn, reluctant to let her go, reluctant to let her carry out her mission. and in turn, he was no longer of use, a thorn in her side. “ i could cut your throat, you know. ” and for show, she applied more pressure, enough to cut past skin, gaze unflinching, unmoving. she would watch him as she continued to reveal herself, beast of a monster in the skin of a girl. muscle memory ached to bring her face closer to his, let him taste the crimson painting her lips. but she would refrain.

#mizukokyu #𝑖. ⁽ 𖧷 ⁾ interactions ˛#⁽ verse ‚ ─ kny.#anyways im postively insane about this #sorry i yapped too much i .#yeah

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