𝖎 𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖎 𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖎 𝖗𝖎𝖘

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 !!

                       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 . ‘

/ @likeagcrl​ for mai

STARTER CALL . multis specify a muse , timelines will vary , mutuals only

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 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 .

sb: you’re crazy! azula: first of all , i’m traumatised , so jot that down

out . anyway , i thought i saved all my azula caps but ... apparently i didn’t so ... time to go recap her scenes i guess