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Azula Week 2022 Day 4 - Ember Island
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Azula Week 2022 | Day 5: Power
"You and my flames look really handsome today. I wonder why."
Azula should be the same age as she is in the OG series because it's comet day, but I kind of made her look younger? I think it would make sense in this AU since there is no war. She didn't have to grow up as fast. Didn't have to appear older so no one could belittle her. No, this isn't an excuse for being lazy and not redrawing it. Not at all.
Fun fact: The flaming chicken is supposed to called something that means "pre-dawn comet" because they met at pre-dawn and Azula thought she saw a comet falling. But I'm not familiar with Chinese naming conventions so I just stuck with a one character name "孛(bèi)" for comet. This might not be even correct lol. I'm also not sure if it even matters since I dunno if I'll revisit this AU in the future.
#azulaweek2022#atla#avatar the last airbender#azula#this week was just my coloring becoming progressively unhinged#babyzula will be missed
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#azula fanart#fire nation#azula deserved better#azula x ty lee#fire lord azula#princess azula#azulaang#azulaweek2022
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I wish there was more about blue flames in Fire Nation history, so I thought Azula discovering an old shrine to a past firebender would be cool.
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GAH ITS LATE but heres a quick piece i did for the makeup @azulaweek for the prompt “burn”. Baby Azula is showing baby Mai her blue fire! ;w;
#princess azula#azula avatar#atla azula#azula fanart#azula atla#atla#avatar the last airbender#avatar fanart#avatar art#avatar#mai avatar#mai atla#mai fanart#azula week#azulaweek2022#digital art#lil's art 2022
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Azula Week - Day 7: Mothers
My second and final entry for @azulaweek is probably a very big surprise to anyone who has known me for any amount of time in this fandom... :'D
I had a lot of ideas that I ultimately couldn't realize for most of this event, but when this concept crossed my mind, all my obsessive instincts were triggered at once and I just HAD to make it happen xD I've never made efforts to hide my very unfavorable opinions of Ursa. But I HAVE made painstaking efforts to hide my much more positive ideas regarding this very complicated character... and why's that?
... Because as most anyone will be able to tell, this isn't canon Ursa by any means xD I've developed my own interpretation of Ursa, it's a wholly different direction for her character, and I'll be ready to unveil what that means very soon, when she's finally ready for action in-story!
I seriously meant to keep some things about Ursa quiet for a biiiit longer... but when this prompt was assigned for Azula Week, my heart just NEEDED to create this piece no matter what.
Hence... here's my first artwork depicting Azula and Ursa's healing relationship: it's time for these two mothers to mend each other's broken hearts by finally making the right choices for their little family. As a result of those choices, here's our wholesome family portrait featuring three generations of the Fire Nation Royal Family, two mothers, two daughters, one granddaughter, one grandmother, one Fire Lord murderer...
(wait, wut?)
Honestly, creating this piece was genuinely gratifying and healing for me, not just for Azula and Ursa xD I'm very grateful to have joined @azulaweek again, even if just with two entries! Thank you to @bellatrixobsessed1 for hosting this event as ever, you're an inspiration!
#azulaweek2022#azula#ursa#hotaru#implied sokkla because hotaru#:')#... and of course the tag that is meant to be#gladiator spoilers#*evil cackling*#look things are bad in-story atm I know they are BUT#good things are coming! cool things! interesting shocking shooking developments!#such as finding out which of these three is a Fire Lord murderer!#really place your bets it's anyone's guess (?)#but see I swore the final entry would be cuter and fluffier and it is!#so there we go!#now we don't cry because pain#we cry because cute baby and Azula reconciling with Ursa!#(will I ever know wtf are baby proportions?? no I think not)#(I really hope Hotaru doesn't look too derpy *sobs*)
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azula week days 3 and 4 (sorry these are late lol)
azula week day 3: no war au
I like to imagine that, without the war separating them, these three would be a lot closer. Important AU Changes: Lu Ten doesn’t die, Ursa doesn’t kill Azulon, Ozai isn’t firelord, and Zuko isn’t burned/banished.
azula week day 4: ember island
hopefully i’ll get days 5 and 6 finished and posted later today :))
hosted by @azulaweek
#azulaweek2022#day 3#day 4#atla#avatar the last airbender#avatar#tyzula#azula x ty lee#ty lee x azula#azula#zuko#ursa#ty lee#azula avatar#zuko avatar#ursa avatar#ty lee avatar#fire siblings
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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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Azula Week Day 6-Friends
Azula snarled as she tripped over her robes, not used to the constrictive garb of a Kyoshi Warrior.
Suki just smiled while offering a hand to the fallen princess. "Take it easy," she warmly said. "I had issues with the skirt when I first started out." The gesture turned out to be fruitless though as Azula just brushed the grass and dirt off her clothes before getting back up on her own. She took a combat stance, getting ready for the next exchange.
Her teacher just shrugged. "Alright then. Again."
Ever since Azula had helped out the Warriors with the arrests of a number of rogue Fire Nation army groups, Suki offered the princess a chance to be an unofficial member of the Kyoshi Warriors. Granted she got a lot of questioning looks when she extended the invitation towards a former enemy, but there was something about her that seemed...she wouldn't say pitiful, but it was clear Azula wouldn't be happy if she just went back to the Fire Nation and her old life.
That being said, Suki was understandably the only one who trusted her. And the feeling seemed to be mutual. Azula didn't train with the others, only either by herself or with their leader. The others in turn didn't go out of their way to call her their sister. Again, understandable with their history.
Still, Suki took it upon herself to give the disgraced princess a chance. It didn't seem right to deny her the opportunity to better herself.
And so here they were, circling one another as they looked for an opening.
"Remember. Move with your robes. Don't try to fight against them. They're an extension of who you are." Azula nodded, her face focused on her sparring partner. She didn't have much trouble with applying the robes and makeup, not after Ba Sing Se. The problem was that...well, the Warrior armor was as much a formal dress as it was armor. Almost as if her mother decided to be an armourer.
Her mother...
Azula hissed, throwing a wild punch as her mother's face came up into her mind. The punch was easily sidestepped, Suki able to smack Azula's back with her palm before the princess could retaliate.
It was when Azula turned with a frustrated look that the leader cut a time out. "Is everything alright?" Suki asked.
A sigh left Azula's painted lips as her teacher saw right through her. "No. I...it's nothing really. I'm just not used to this sort of garb." There she was making excuses again. Father always counted on her being a quick learner, but here she was. Trying to explain to a former enemy why she couldn't get the most basic of movements down-
Her muscles eased up when Suki put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Relax. Nobody's gonna judge you. Now...why don't you really tell me what's going on?"
...well, her pride's already in the drain. What else did she have to lose?
"I...I'm just thinking of my mother."
She expected a rebuke, but was surprised when Suki nodded her head to go on.
"My mother probably would've been used to this sort of thing. I know being a girl is a big part of the Warriors but...I never fit in with the rest back in the Capital. Mother always wanted me to be some kind of doll. Someone only to look after my brother. I wanted to do my nation proud. We...didn't see eye to eye.
"I just...I had so many questions of who I was. I couldn't please my mother no matter what I did. Seems like I still can't."
"...so you don't want to be defined by your brother, right?"
"I...suppose so."
Azula was ready for some stern lecture about how awful she was for not worshipping her brother. Like everyone else in her life. While Azula did appreciate he was trying to mend the bridge on his end, she still felt...off. Seemed like everyone was fawning over him these days. Was there...any place for her?
To her surprise though, Suki just gave a shining smile. "Azula...you're a warrior. That's who you are at your heart, and nobody can take that away from you. Your mother...I don't think she understood you. You didn't fit the mold of what should be a proper lady, but that's nothing to be ashamed of. At all. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't just pretend to be a boy or somebody else either. That's what being a Warrior is all about. It's embracing that spirit rather than trying to wrangle it or fight it."
"I...I see. I think. It's just...why are you giving me this chance after what happened?" Azula asked, not understanding where she got this forgiveness from.
Suki just rubbed her shoulder. "I'll admit, I was...mad at you for a while. Disguising as us and all. But...I don't think you're the same girl that brought down Ba Sing Se. Just helping us out with those war criminals is a sign of that.
"Besides, imprisoning us was hardly the worst thing the Fire Nation did to my people during the war. At least we were cared for in prison."
That got a good laugh out of Azula. To think that her former prisoner didn't hold it against her for her confinement. It was...illuminating.
And it did feel good that a former enemy could become a dear friend.
With that, they trained on into the afternoon. Eventually, Azula began to best her mentor in sparring.
It...certainly felt good to have a friendly sparring partner after so long.
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Azula Week 2022 Day 4 - Discovery
Decades had passed since the end of the war. Time may have healed most wounds, some better than others. But discovering impossible ghosts on your doorstep can reopen old wounds.
'He shuffled his feet for a moment and cleared his throat. “Is- is this the residence of Grandmaster Katara?”
“That’s me, yes. What can I do for you?”
“My name is Baatar. I believe you knew my father, Sokka?”'
For Azulaweek, thank you so much for hosting @azulaweek
#Azulaweek2022#Azula#Sokka#ATLA#Sokkla#Haunted By Runaway Ghosts#very excited to finally post this!#been working on this since April I'm pretty sure
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Sleepy Azula and her day in the Royal Palace
Azula Week 2022 Day 7: Home
#azulaweek2022#atla#avatar the last airbender#azula#my drawings#i imagine her homelife to be a pretty lonely existence#especially during the three pre canon years#2k
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Azula Week 2022 | Day 2: Protective Azula
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SHE DID THE FALLEN ANGEL THING. WHAT A QUEEN
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Here’s Azula Week Day 3
Emotions made things complicated. Duties made things simple. Ozai was her father, and it was Azula’s duty to take care of him in his time of need. Zuko had worked hard on integrating her into his friend group while they were in the Fire Nation. She was just beginning to like them when Ozai was released on the grounds that he would perish within the next month. It was an old law of the Fire Nation, one that the family members of prisoners were grateful the Fire Lord had not yet overturned. Azula thought it was foolish long before her father was sentenced.
Still, a part of her felt like an enormous loser when he watched her eat and converse with the enemy. Her heart sank when she was spotted eating with Zuko, who made a joke in the moment that caused her to laugh. Her father walked by just then, and he gave her the look of disgust only she could identify. Then it turned into a smirk.
“I’m done,” she’d said. “Thank you for the meal.” She ignored Zuko’s frown in her peripheral vision, and never ate with him after that. No one saw much of Azula except to come down and feed her terribly sick father and help him walk around the palace. Sometimes he would humiliate her, and vomit all of his food so she would clean it up. A couple times she heard him mutter Ursa’s name under his breath. Azula used to steal her mother’s crown and parade around the palace, saying she would one day be a queen. The servants all smiled at her and told her such news was most certainly true (she didn’t know this was because she was in an arranged marriage to her own cousin). Now she truly understood how heavy the crown Ursa wore had been, and why her mother hadn’t told her what it entailed.
“Ozai,” Zuko said, glaring at the man. “There are more than enough servants to handle all of your needs. Leave Azula alone.” Ozai’s leathery face crinkled into a twisted expression.
“Just because you have failed as my child does not mean Azula wants the same thing for herself. With your mother gone, it is her duty to take care of me and my right to call upon her when she is needed.”
“I’ll find somewhere for her to stay. She’ll no longer be in your presence.”
“More important,” Ozai said, grinning, “she won’t be in your own. I know you like the back of my hand, son. This display of Azula possessing a larger heart than your own is making you look bad. It’s making you look like me. But she is her mother’s daughter, and you are your father’s son. No matter how hard the two of you try to flip that narrative.”
She didn’t eat much that month, between skipping meals with her brother out of humiliation and not wanting to be too far from her father should he need something during the day or night. There was a time however, in which she grew so hungry that she decided to ask a servant to make her something in the third hour of the morning.
Ozai’s coughs were rapid and deep. She opened his door quietly and saw the way he tried to grip the sheets with his hands but they were too weak to even do that. He turned his face to her, and the most pure mixture of hatred and love filled his eyes.
“My daughter,” he rasped. She sat on the bed, and took his cool hand. He was unnaturally pale.
“It’s okay, father,” she said. “You’re a phoenix, you’ll be reborn. You can still be what you want to be.”
“And what’s that?”
“You can still be great. Remembered.” He smiled.
“I wish,” he said, “that I had nurtured your feminine side some more. You enter it easily. For a moment I thought you were your mother in the doorway.”
“I wish I understood what you wanted from me. I wish I’d understood earlier that I would always be in debt to you for being born a girl, and that I needed to prove to your father that you were worth loving, the way Zuko wasn’t worth loving. I wish you’d given me my own name. I wish I’d believed the servants in the hall when they called you a monster in a man’s body.”
“Azula-”
“I wish you never told me that the only thing stopping me from looking like Zuko was that I have mother’s face. I wish I was your child before I was your subject and soldier,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “I wish I didn’t check your stupid pulse every morning, knowing that I don’t owe you anything but giving my everything just to take care of you. I won’t miss you, daddy.” Only Ozai’s heavy breathing filled the room, until it didn’t. She swore she saw his chest flash orange, like the last of his flame had finally left. Azula wiped her face, got up, and left.
Junko was alarmed to have her quarters knocked on at such an early hour. It was the princess, who looked gaunt and disheveled. Junko had taken care of Azula since infancy, and to see her in such a state broke her heart.
“What is it you need, dear princess?” she asked. The princess shuffled her feet.
“I’m very hungry.”
Food had never tasted as good to Azula as it did that morning.
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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
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