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A Kinder World

Summary: Azula wakes up from a coma to a different world than the one that she had known.

Everything has changed.

From the grander things like Caldera City and Ba Sing Se—the world as a whole to the smaller things; her friends, her family, that statue in front of the palace…

She could still hear them. And she thinks that they knew that she could. Otherwise they wouldn’t have been talking to her. Especially for such a long time. Zuko had told her about the more profound changes; how lightningbending is more widespread, how it is in the beginning stages of being used to replace candles and torches. How there is a new city called Republic City and how the buildings are shaped and crafted very differently. How there are blueprints for new means of transportation and how parts of the palace have been renovated. Apparently he has a dragon now and he has been saving it’s twin for her. 

But he never thought to tell her about how she has changed. 

For some reason she had expected to wake up exactly the same. 

Azula doesn’t exactly recognize herself at first. She looks mostly the same, but just different enough to feel a sense of detachment. A distance from herself that may take some time to bridge.

They have been kind to her though; they kept her well fed, her hair silky and glossy, and painted her nails. Nails that could use a trim. They haven’t bothered with makeup but she is nicely dressed and her skin has seen sunlight.

She is older, significantly so, she can see that much on her face—in the accentuation of her cheekbones and in the length of her hair. She isn’t much taller but she has gained some height, maybe an inch or two. 

She plucks a necklace off of her dresser, the one with the citrine dragon pendant on a golden chain. The one that looks upon her with ruby eyes. It hasn’t seen her in years. Almost a decade, according to Zuzu.

She clasps it around her neck and lets it rest against a chest that is more supple than she remembers. She grits her teeth and drums her fingers upon the dresser. She could dress those fingers in glimmering rings. Could fix a bracelet or two around her wrists. 

She feels her earlobes and deduces that she will have to get them repierced. 

She supposes that this is good enough for now. 

She doesn't bother with her old armor, she knows that it will be a size or two too small. She swallows. She is a woman now. A woman whose mind has yet to catch up.

She touches her fingers to her cheeks, if only just to confirm again that this face does belong to her. 

She takes a breath and exhales. She supposes she should go greet everyone. Zuko had said that they are all waiting. That, in light of things, there are no hard feelings. At the very least they would be putting hard feelings aside until she has a chance to reacclimate to the world.

But Azula isn't sure that she is ready to see so many faces that she had once known so well look so different. The Avatar and the earthbender will be particularly jarring. But not nearly as much as looking upon her own altered reflection.

“Are you ready yet?” Zuko asks.

He has a beard now. And his hair…its so long.

Azula nods.

It is a lie. She doesn't think that she can be ready.

She picks up her hair ribbon and curls it around her pointer. At least she has that going for her; her bangs are no longer a choppy, unsightly mess.She finds herself frowning nonetheless. 

“Am I…really awake?” 

She knows that nobody had expected her to do so. 

And she has had this dream before—a sensation of waking only to find that she had simply been walking about a dream rendition of her life. The life outside of her mind. 

Zuko nods. “You’re awake, Azula.”

“How does it feel?” TyLee appears in the doorway. TyLee looks different too. Her face isn’t as soft, she is really tall now. Perhaps taller than Mai unless Mai has grown too. She feels so small in comparison. The coma has probably stunted her growth, or maybe she was just meant to be small like Iroh. She brings her attention back to TyLee. TyLee who still wears pink but speaks with a deeper vocal quality. TyLee who still wears the smile that Azula has always known but now wears her hair down and loose. 

Azula feels dizzy.

She presses her lips together. “I’m not sure…I haven’t decided.”

.oOo.

Sometimes she misses the world in her head. That strange place that could have had some tether to the spirit world. 

She misses its strange colors that are also taste and sound. She misses its smells that also come as images flickering over the visual stimuli that exists without odor.

She misses the music. Those bizarre melodies spoken in tounges that she used to be fluent in but can possibly hope to comprehend now. She misses those soft, scintillating voices that whispered kind and reassuring things to her.

Mostly, Azula misses the sense of freedom. The lack of stress. 

People don't ask questions there. They leave her be. It isn't quite as overwhelming.

She never felt out of place nor left behind.

She hasn't been abandoned and she can't say that the world left her behind. But it did move forward and progress without her. 

Most days this leaves her feeling adrift and purposeless. Leaves her wondering where she fits into the strange but familiar land.

She is well aware that she should be further than where she is. That she should think like a grown woman. She wants to. But she hasn’t lived enough to be able to. Katara and Aang talk about their children. Toph talks about her children too and is far too open about how those children have come to exist. Mai is pregnant. Sokka talks about drinking and his job as a councilman. They all speak of adventure and memories that she doesn’t share. 

She should have a job. 

She should have achievements. 

These have been stolen from her. 

Zuko promises that she will catch up. If anyone can reclaim ten years in less time than ten years, it would be her. But Azula isn’t so sure. She hates how insecure and self-conscious it makes her feel. 

It isn’t as though she could control that she had been comatose. At least that’s what Zuko tries to insist. 

But it is her fault; she had demanded the Agni Kai that had caused her brain injury. The one that she doesn’t remember. 

She only knows that it happened via word of mouth. She gets her proof and her reminder when she brushes her hair, when she parts the strands in just the right way, to reveal the scar on her scalp. She asked Zuko if it had been bloody. His lack of answer is itself an answer. 

She had gone to visit the spot. 

They have long since torn up and replaced that pavement, taking with it any trace of her suffering. 

It is morbid anyhow, probably better that she hadn’t seen. 

.oOo.

She is still ten years behind, twenty years later. Everyone around her seems to think that this is a good thing. She has more energy, more curiosity. A zest for life that hasn’t faded with age and having experienced things already. 

So far, TyLee has been her favorite experience. The woman’s touch on her body. The woman’s taste on her tongue. These days, she finds the most pleasure in simply intertwining their fingers or letting TyLee rest her head on her chest. 

She feels as though she should have experienced love before falling into a coma. Better late than never, she supposes.

She has a job now. 

Several of them. 

She enjoys working.

She is an advisor and a council woman. A singer and a healer of sorts. Although healer might be the wrong term—she does the research and the studying so that healers can perform new methods of healing. So perhaps she should call herself a scientist. She likes studying the brain and how injuries impact it. 

She enjoys that job the most, but singing is rather charming too. 

She feels like she is ten years behind but she has caught herself up, at least where careers are concerned. 

Emotionally, she isn’t so sure. She always feels as though she is so much younger than everyone. Agitatingly naive in some ways. 

At least these days she no longer feels unsettled and disoriented when she sees her own face. It has become familiar again. And the palace has long since stopped being daunting.

She rolls onto her side and presses her forehead against TyLee’s. TyLee raises a hand and brushes her hair aside. Her finger traces the line of Azula’s scar. She has acquired more of those through the years. Mostly the product of years and years of lightningbending. 

“I’m glad that you woke up.”

TyLee says that every now and again. And it still makes Azula feel tickly and teary eyed. She had been so sure that everyone had been glad that she was gone and that she had inconvenienced them by waking up. 

TyLee kisses her forehead. 

She is also glad that she had woken up.

And that she had awoke to a kinder world.

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Colors <3

worlds funniest polycule

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This is beautiful

Mirror, mirror, on the wall… why don’t I know myself at all?

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💔🔥☄️⚡️💥👑🏮🪞💇🏻‍♀️🥀🌩️⛈️😢

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A traditional Japanese Azula based on a painting by Tatsumi Shimura which you can find below! (I believe its by Tatsumi if I’m wrong please let me know!)

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Ty Lee loves banter during their fights (dates)

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Maizula is also underated can you draw that

Ngl stealing ur brother’s gf is pretty funny actually

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little lesbians

I want make it into key chains

here’s design

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Katara grabbing Azula's cheeks: Who's my cutie baby little dragon?

Azula: Katara, we are 25 years old, stop calling me like that

Katara: I repeat, who is my cutie baby little dragon?

Azula: Im you little baby dragon

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thinking about how she loves to threaten people even if she's two apples tall

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I hope your vacations are going well!

And the idea for the Azutara's drawings: Katara healing Azula?

Love your art by the way 😍

Thank you!!

I swear I already had it done, but they forced me to do internships at the hospital during half holidays.

Pipipi

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Banff, Alberta

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I'm ace so I get nothing out of them and for me personally it can ruin a fic that I liked unless its done in a very particular way.

But I support other writer and readers' being able to enjoy it and respect its place in fandom and writing in general.

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grown ass bitches on tumblr will b like i love horror! but if you enjoy any of the themes or narratives prevalent in it youre disgusting & should kill yourself

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you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me