Lenore :P

Welcome to my little part of the galaxy

I will be sneaking in as many references I can

Call me Lenore

IM TALKING TO YOU MIMI >:(

So I’ve been thinking about how micha was in the hole and I’ve seen ppl saying that daemon made him up and how he isn’t real or he’s still alive.

But for what we know Micha is 100% dead bc of his yt channel description which had to be written by someone close to him if that had access to reupload the videos and create the new channel in the first place so it was probably a parents or someone with that role and since Micha was 10 he couldn’t have really faked is death (ig?) like that.

So then is he a clone? I don’t think so, because the past clones/fakes sent by daemon were very active. They went up to Ze or Moe and Regect, not the other way around and they definitely didn’t try to run away like Micha did. The one thing that is suspicious is that fact we heard Micha’s voice.

But that fact that we did hear his voice makes me think that he is a spirit in the game (or maybe an entity not made by daemon like Ptolemy?) he has never had a mic so it makes sense that daemon wouldn’t try to fake that (unless he can’t use chat boxes? But regect could see them when Ze logged on so idk) and also the fact that it sounds like Micha hasn’t aged in the past 6 years. He still sounds ten, which would be weird if he was still alive.

A girl was standing on the balcony.

It was a party at the Alcaraz’s, which ment chaos, alcohol, and excessively loud music.

Sahir’s brother had hosted another party while their parents were out of town. He would call it annoying if he wasn’t so used to it.

What he wasn’t used to was a girl, dressed very nicely, alone on a balcony of the house with a bottle of his parent’s finest booze.

“Excuse me, uhh ma’am?”

Why did he do that? He couldn’t care less, he could have just went up to his room and ignored everything. But something drew him in.

She whipped around like a deer in headlights. Just… staring at him for awhile.

“Heyyy?” Her voice was slurred as she gave a lopsided smile as he got closer and joined her in the moonlight.

And that’s when he recognized her.

She was the girl that his brother was constantly perusing.

She analyzed his features for a while.

“You look…familiar…”

He stared back at her for a second.

This could be his chance.

She didn’t realize who he was.

He could step out of the shadow of his brother and parents and his whole family.

“I just got one of those faces, you know?”

She seemed to accept that before taking a giant sip of the bottle of booze and then offering it to the boy across from her.

He took his own sip and sat against the railing.

She joined him on the ground before snatching the bottle back and taking another sip.

Getting a good look at her he felt a little underdressed, she was in a sleek black dress-no it was more like the color of a starless night-with a long slit and a corset, which stuck out to him as odd.

Whenever he saw her around she was always so colorful, flowers in her hair, constantly looking like she was blessed by nature herself.

Not that he had paid too much attention to her or anything.

“Where’s your color?” Damn this liquor, he didn’t mean to say that.

“-didn’t like it.” Was all Sahir could catch. “Clashes” she settled on.

He was confused by that, “what?”

She mumbled out the same thing and down more of the liquor.

The two of them sat there in silence for a while, he almost thought she had left.

“Pretty…” she stared up at the stars, a small smile on her face.

One day he’d learn the girl’s name, Azalea.

One day he’d learn about her scars.

One day she’d learn about his.

One day they’d be happy and together.

I mean it was a horrible time but I kinda miss it. Ignoring the pain and scars of that time was easier than actually dealing with it. It was a lot easier to just constantly lie to myself than to change anything.

Unfinished D3rlord3 and Ze drawing :b

A/N: I could get this idea out of my head when watching the series. So here’s whatever this is. Could be read platonic or romantic. Y/N is used like twice (I’m sorry I tried my best to avoid it) set during the original series but the pt 2 I’m probably gonna write will be adult Zuko.

He stepped into the old vacation home of the firelord. Staring at the old photo on the wall when they were happy.

“Hello stranger.” Said a familiar voice, he and barely heard your footsteps.

“Wha- what are you doing here?” He nearly shouted at you, anger still boiling from the party.

“Same as you, I’d assume. I thought I heard the crown prince was back here.” You smiled and moved to stand beside him.

Your mother’s had been friends before his left. The two of you would run around the gardens together while your mom’s had tea.

It had been many years since then.

“Congratulations on getting un-banished by the way.” You mumbled, following his gaze back to the old painting.

“Thanks”

The two of you let the silence fall over the room.

“Do you ever think that what you’re meant to do isn’t really the right thing to do?”

You hummed as you thought for a second, “I don’t think that anyone is meant for one thing, fate, destiny, whatever. We just have to do whatever we think is right.”

“You sound like-“ he trailed off not even wanting to think about what he did or about his uncle.

“He was a wise man, still is. I know he’s a traitor and stuff, but that doesn’t change a person’s wisdom.”

“Careful. Keep talking like that and you could end up behind bars”

“Sure. If the world doesn’t end when this is all over.” You turned on your heels and headed out. “ it was nice seeing you again Zuko, don’t forget who you truly are.

And that was the last you saw of him.

…or you thought

You had been in the old vacation home when you saw some strangers wandering around.

“Hey! You can’t be here! This was the fire lords! I know the prince!” You yelled as you chased after them.

Did one of them just call out for Zuko?

And that’s when you saw him, smiling? He hadn’t been this relaxed since his mom.

“I thought I said no one came here since my family was actually happy.”

“Zuko?”

“Y/N?”

You smiled and ran over to him, hugging him tightly.

“Ow, spirts lemme go!”

“You look a lot better.”

“Yeah well, I kinda betrayed my dad again.”

“Good. I never liked him”

“I know.”

You smiled as your eyes scanned his face, he seemed less volatile, less angry, he was still stressed but he had his confidence back, his actual honor.

Someone cleared their throat behind you.

“Hi, hate to interrupt…whatever this is, but who are you?”

“This is Y/N, another thing from when my family was actually happy.”

You just rolled your eyes “our moms were friends, it’s a pleasure to meet all of you.”

You sat down next to Zuko as the avatar, Aang was his name, and his friends listened as you told all the embarrassing childhood stories. Much to Zuko’s dismay.

You watched his gaze, and even if he wasn’t yours, you couldn’t help but smile at seeing the boy you knew slowly return. A boy with scars and pain, but still your best friend