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@azulaweek day 3: princess azula
i have no fashion sense so this outfit was a real challenge D:
i used the typical fire nation symbols for the accessories: national symbol shaped earrings and crown, the firebending masters ran & shaw inspired dragon hair pin, the usual red & gold colored clothes, and there are a few blue colored pieces to represent azula's blue flames too ~
#phewww#the details killed me i'm not used to do them khjjksdf#i hope you like her ~#azulaweek#azulaweek 2023#azula#avatar the last airbender#atla#atla fanart#azula fanart#fire princess#fire nation#princess azula#art commissions#drawing commisions
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Azula week August 6th - Turtleducks
Even by @azulaweek
This one’s definitely my favourite of all Azula week art I’ve made
Bg is a little wonky but it’ll do lol
Friend's rendition:
#atla#avatar the last airbender#azula#atla azula#princess azula#ursa#atla ursa#zuko#atla zuko#prince zuko#Azula Week#Azulaweek2023#Azula Week 2023#Azulaweek#Azula: MOM IT BIT ME#Ursa: Goodness sake not again oh my god
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Oh hey look, two cousins talking shit about their lives. Look at how alive they are!
this was SUPPOSED to be for day 3 of @azulaweek for the “No War AU” prompt but i couldn’t finish it in time ;w; im sorry
#azulaweek2022#azulaweek#azula week#princess azula#azula#azula avatar#atla azula#azula atla#avatar art#avatar fanart#azula fanart#prince lu ten#lu ten#lu ten atla#fire nation#atla#avatar#avatar the last airbender#atla fanart#atla art#digital art#lil's art 2022
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AzulaWeek Day One Submission
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Theme: Crossover
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Azula Week Day 1 - Fire Dancer
Pair: Sokkla
Summary: After years of not seeing her, Sokka meets her again for the first time after watching her perform at a festival.
The is fire skittering over her skin. Shimmering little sparks and embers against ashy black body paint. Sparks like stars in a night sky or fireflies against dirt. He doesn’t recognize her with the brilliant orange blaze.
He has only ever seen one shade on her and it is not orange.
Her eyes glimmer with gold paint, it runs down her cheeks as though she is weeping liquid gold. Little false gems in shades of orange and red twinkle on her lashes. Beads and coins flash and glint with each bend of her body and roll of her hips. The reflect the flames coiling over her arms and throw prisms across the stage.
She extends her arm and the fire crosses it. And with a twirl of her wrist, tongues of fire burst to life and crackle in the shape of several firelilies that spit sparks into the night sky. She retracts her arm but the fire remains for a moment and just when it is about to dissipate into a plume of smoke, she brings her other arm forward and creates a new bloom.
She lets those die away and for some time, simply lets the fire crawl over her body, following each languid and fluid motion. If she sways her hips, the flames sway with her. If she holds her arms over her head while she does it then there is a rain of sparks that glitter over her. If she takes a step, the fire follows–it flares to life beneath her feet and fans out like ripples in a pond.
And then the music goes silent and she pauses. The fire extinguishes completely and she closes her eyes. For a moment, Sokka thinks that the show is over. That she has done her work and that she is ready for rest.
But then she inhales slowly. She looks up and a fountain of flames gush from her lips. She draws from those flames, makes two twin pillars that flank either side of her. He swears that he can see the glow of the flame burning a white hot orange in her belly and in her throat. The fountain of flame retracts and the columns remain.
And with the shifting and flicking of her hands they begin to take shape.
Dragons.
And they begin to take color.
Blue.
That is all Sokka needs to know. Her dangly earrings swing and bob as she beckons the dragons to herself. As they wrap around her. She closes her eyes again and two more jets of fire propel she and her dragons into the air.
So masterful is her work that, if he didn’t know any better, he’d say that she was suspended up there, flying like an airbender.
The dragons fly over the crowd breathing flames of their own. The roar and rage until they are spent. Breath fire until they shrink away into two twin candle wick flames. And then she gently lowers herself. Her ash dipped feet touch the floor, golden anklets tinkling.
And she bows, elegant and fluid as the rest of her performance.
She offers no parting words.
No words at all.
And she leaves the stage.
.oOo.
Azula washes away the last of the ash and body paint. Claps and cheers still echo in her ears–a phantom residue of her former glory. A little taste of what she could have been had she any success with the final Agni Kai.
Although she supposes that she hasn’t fashioned herself a dismal, dreary existence.
She is well liked. Her skills are well appreciated.
She does rather enjoy firebending for the sake of the art. Firebending just to feel the heat on her skin. Firebending just to mesmerize herself–and collaterally–an audience with the flames.
She can do blue and orange.
Next time she swears that she will try for purple or green. She has heard of rainbow flames, not that she has figured out how to accomplish this yet.
Orange is natural, default. Blue is natural for her.
She slips back into her day to day clothing. It is more comfortable, less showy, less performative. Perhaps she should do away with the more revealing costumes–though those do have their perks; they add allure, they leave room for plenty of more creative body paints.
But she is growing tired of feeling nearly naked in front of a crowd.
She misses her armor.
Yes, that is it. For the next show she will incorporate her armor and a more militaristic sort of concept. Something that is more in her comfort zone. Something less traditional among fire dancers who enjoy borrowing belly dances from Sun Warrior cultures.
She will put on a show that gets to the heart of Caldera City’s own culture…
.oOo.
He finds Azula by chance and chance alone. She is in line for mochi and skewers. She looks different without her makeup, without her crown, with her hair slightly tousled from day to day endeavors.
Sokka thinks that perhaps she has taken to actually enjoying the festival for herself. She is alone but she doesn’t seem particularly lonely–at the very least she doesn’t seem to be bothered by her isolation.
He clears his throat. “I saw your performance, it was really…I feel like it could have happened in the spirit world.”
Azula cocks her head.
“Like, I mean that it was like a performance that felt…mystical, I guess.”
Azula nods.
“You’re quiet.”
“You babble.” She shrugs.
“I’m just trying to say something nice about you!” He throws his hands up.
He thinks that he catches a hint of a smile. “I suppose it’s nice to hear every now and again.”
“People don’t compliment you on your shows?”
She hums to herself. “They do but it’s…it all starts to sound the same after a while.” She clears her throat. “Not that it isn’t still appreciated. If I do well I like to hear as much.” She takes a bite of mochi.
“So what made you decide to take up fire dancing.” Sokka trails along behind her.
She finds herself a bench and has a seat. She looks up at the festival lanterns and for a second he doesn’t think that she will answer. “I guess that I wanted to form a more personal connection to my bending. It’s…it’s soothing.”
Sokka nods. He supposes that he hadn’t really considered how heavy the weight of the crown and the war must have been on her. And really, she looks better. He can’t place exactly what it is–she has always been very well put together. And maybe that’s it; maybe it’s those wrinkles in her clothing or those strands of hair that have strayed from her ponytail. Those little flaws that aren’t actually flaws in the grander scheme of things. She looks more relaxed, her eyes are softer. Softer and brighter. With them, she regards him carefully and he realizes that he has forgotten to respond.
“I’m glad that you found something that you like.” He says quickly.
She nods.
“Have people been treating you well?”
She quirks a brow. “Why wouldn’t they?”
“Because you know…”
“Father and I lost the war? There are a lot of people who still support father’s ideals.”
“Are you one of them.”
She shrugs. “I suppose I don’t really care.” She sighs. “I never really had a problem with earthbenders and waterbenders. Father had expectations and I simply wanted to meet them…”
“And now.”
“I’d like to meet my own expectations.” She replies. “Nothing more, nothing less.”
“And what are those?”
“You ask a lot of questions.” She rolls her eyes. “Perhaps if you’d like the answers you should stick around.”
Perhaps he will. He can’t say that he is opposed to seeing another fire dance. She has a talent, that is for sure. And it is rather nice to see her using it for something that is both more mundane but also extraordinary in its own right. “Is that an offer of friendship.”
She stands up, stretches her arms, and slips him a ticket to her next show. “Stick around and fine out, Sokka.”
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Bing bong boom Azula week day 3 is up and at 'em
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Written for Day 6 of Azula week
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I finished up the first chapter of my first ever fanfic! Feel free to check it out. Since this is my firat fanfic constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.
The series will be about Azula and the Fire Warriors having adventures together, gettung up to hijinks and using the Kemurikage disguise for vigilantism, featuring the OCs from my previous post.
#azula#atla#FoundFamily!FireWarriors#Vigilante!Kemurikage#fanfic#zirin#does this count as a very delayed submission for azulaweek day 7?
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While Azula was begging the spirits to send an earthbending assassin after her solely so she could be swallowed by the earth that very moment, the Water Tribe girl appeared to have reached the conclusion that that was in fact meant as a compliment.
#ask game#send me a 🌹to post a random sentence from a random WIP I'm currently writing#likeadragonfruit#thanks for the ask!#this one is from one of my azulaweek entries#Sadly for Azula being gay does not make her any better at flirting
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The Search Remake Previews!
Just in time for @azulaweek we have some undersketches for @book4air (The Book 4 Air Restoration Project).
This is a rewritten and redrawn version of “The Search” to fit with our overarching story for Book 4: Air. It’ll be fully voiced and orchestrated with limited animation like the previously released episodes.
So here are our never before seen previews! Just like I promised!
This takes place right before Azula and Sokka fall through the roof into Noren’s house. A moment of understanding between them as Sokka apologizes for antagonizing Azula, and even opens up to her about his own guilt for resenting Kya’s sacrifice. Kya did it all for Katara, and Sokka felt forgotten because he also needed his mom. He hates himself for feeling that way because saving Katara was the right choice. He is surprised when Azula isn’t judgmental, and feels similarly about her own mother’s sacrifice for Zuko.
Sadly the moment is ruined by Zuko proclaiming himself as Fire Lord inside, and Azula assumes the entire conversation was a trick to stall her.
This beautiful art was drawn by the one and only @rickorangejr-blog! Give him some support and check out his original content.
Here is a clip of another edited scene, fully voiced and partially animated:
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Help us finish Book 4 Air - including our remade version of “The Search”! Whether you weren’t a fan of the original, or you were but would love some new and refreshing content, we hope you will enjoy our take.
Support us on Patreon as episodes are expensive to produce and we pay fully out of pocket.
Or if you can’t, help signal boost our videos so we can overcome the YouTube algorithm!
Happy Azula Week!
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Azula Week 2023 Day 3: Nonbender Azula
Genre: Gen, Comedy, Angst
Characters: Azula & Jeong Jeong
Rating: T for typical Fire Family Abuse
Event: @azulaweek
Azula and Jeong Jeong hit the road and do not become friends.
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49083757/chapters/123833110
FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14263451/1/
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@azulaweek day 2: Azula has a therapy (dog) Dragon
#it's a borzoi ~#his name is dragon hehe#i tried to make him dragon-like but idk#it's a long boiii for sure#i wish that were me#azulaweek#azulaweek 2023#azula#avatar the last airbender#atla#atla fanart#azula fanart#atla modern au
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Azula week August 5th - Kuai Ball
Event by @azulaweek
Once again apologies for first minute post 🥲 my dumbass can't sleep anywhere before 02:00 so might as well post ammirite
I was gonna do the time travel prompt at first but then I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do for it so I decided on funky beach stuff instead
I scribbled it together real fast so it looks a little wonky
But yeah here are the atla sibs playing against each other instead of fighting 👍
My friend's rendition:
Just realized my friend and I were up real late when we were talking lol
#atla#avatar the last airbender#azula#atla azula#princess azula#zuko#atla zuko#prince zuko#katara#atla katara#sokka#atla sokka#Azula Week#Azulaweek#Azula Week 2023#Azulaweek2023
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DAY 6 OF MAKEUP @azulaweek!! BAND AU BABEY! SHE’S SHREDDING
#azulaweek2022#azulaweek#azula week#princess azula#azula#azula avatar#atla azula#azula atla#azula fanart#atla#avatar#avatar the last airbender#avatar art#avatar fanart#atla art#atla fanart#band au#atla au#avatar au#modern atla#azula au#digital art#lil's art 2022
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AzulaWeek Day 5: Time Travel
Theme: Time Travel
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Aaaand Azula Week day one is UP!!!
Yes I did it at midnight of the first no i dont care come read it its nice its fun its a vibe its lit it actually isnt fun so, its really angsty beware, tw abuse
Here it is!!!!
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