#and of course Azula

[hauntedradiotower]

Matilda & Miss Honey

Fiona from shameless

Rosie (the cannibal)

Mrs. Incredible

Poussey Washington

The USS Enterprise

Violet Evergarden

Flavia de Luce

Jill (Deca-Dence)

Trinity from the Matrix

Helen Distortion

Name ten female characters you like, you get zapped if it's jsut a male character you call a babygirl or other feminine nicknames because I can't see people calling Lestat coquette again

[demaparbat-hp]

In your Spitfire AU between Azula gaslight gatekeep girlboss attitude and Lu Ten II big puppy eyes they’re unstoppable duo

Woe betide those who stand in their way to greatness (aka Zuzu).

[wileycap]

Two Siblings In A Room Talking About How Much Their Dad Sucks

a.k.a a non-comics compliant ficlet about Zuko and an in-therapy Azula talking about their dad. This ended up being weird angsty sibling fluff instead of a crackfic about how stupid Ozai is. G. ~1000 words.

“Did you know that Father could have won the war?”

Azula cracked an eye open, lazily. Sunlight streamed in through the narrow windows. It had caught Zuko’s good eye – Zuko was turned so that she couldn’t see his scar and he looked…

“Oh, Zuko, it’s so strange how your mind works,” she said, cutting off her own train of thought. “What prompted this?”

“I was reorganizing the Navy, and I had to read up on our old battle plans,” Zuko replied, turning to face her. “Did you know that we had a plan to invade Ba Sing Se?”

“I did,” Azula said, inspecting her nails. "More than one, in fact."

“A good plan? A plan that would have worked? A plan that wasn't a giant drill?”

Azula mm-hm’ed, trying to speed Zuko along.

“As soon as Omashu fell, we had our supply lines. Farms, water, land, even quarries. Uncle Iroh would have taken Ba Sing Se if cousin Lu Ten hadn’t died, you know that. And if he could have done it with just what we had at the time, Father could have done it any time he wanted.”

Zuko was picking up steam. Azula was mildly entertained.

“I never even thought about how stupid the drill was. A huge offensive… relying on an untested piece of technology that cost more than half our fleet. If I did that, my advisors would skin me alive!”

“If that happens, can I book tickets in advance?” Azula asked, smirking in the face of Zuko’s fuming.

“It’s not a joke!” Zuko snapped, getting up in one violent motion. He paced around the small sitting area. “I spent sixteen years terrified of him, hating him, wanting him to love and accept me, and…”

Zuko let himself drop down on the rug, burying his face in his hands.

Azula observed, uncaring.

They sat in silence for a while.

“It was better when he was this… invincible monster,” Zuko finally said, gesturing vaguely with his arms.

“Yes, I imagine it was. Better than getting half your face burned off by an idiot who doesn’t even know how to read,” Azula shrugged.

Zuko’s incredulous look was an entirely predictable reaction. “I’m pretty sure he knows how to read.”

“I’m not.”

“Azula, come on. Father reads.”

“Are you sure? Can you remember one time he read something, or wrote something, instead of having it read to him or dictating?” Azula paused to let Zuko think. By the blank look on her brother’s face, Azula decided that no answer was forthcoming. “See? Father doesn’t know how to read.”

Zuko gaped. Azula raised an eyebrow, radiating smug superiority.

“Wait,” Zuko said, pointing a finger. “At his coronation, he read the Greeting to Agni!”

“Memorized it,” Azula waved it off. “And he made a mistake. He said Agni’s radiance instead of Agni’s light.”

“Why would he replace an easier word with a harder one?” Zuko asked. There was just the slightest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Wouldn’t it make more sense the other way around?”

“Easy. Bigger words are better, if you’re an idiot who can’t read and doesn’t want all the nobles and the ministers and the sages to know about it.”

Zuko snorted, toppling over to lay on his back. “I thought he didn’t read my letters because I was a failure, but now it turns out he just couldn’t.”

“No, he had those read out for the court to laugh at,” Azula said, her face serious. “’I remain your dutiful son’ always got big laugh.”

“I bet it did.”

They sat in silence for a while. The beam of sunlight dragged across the floor.

“Do you ever think about him?” Zuko said, staring at the ceiling.

“No,” Azula said, staring at Zuko because she wasn’t a coward.

“Never?”

“No,” Azula said, rolling her eyes. “I already had one mental breakdown. I’m not going to have another one just so you can have company on your little pity-me-my-dad’s-terrible trip.”

Zuko didn’t say anything. He just turned his head so that his scarred eye was looking at Azula.

Azula sighed.

“Look, do you want to know what’s going on in dear old Daddy’s head right now?” At Zuko’s nod-shrug, she continued. “He’s written the both of us off as losses. Oh, if I break out of here and go release him, he’ll take me back – just like he took you back after Ba Sing Se – but until then, I’m crazy and you’re a traitor.

“That leaves him in his cell, and without his bending. By now, he’s probably convinced himself that either his bending will return on its own and he’ll conquer the world again, or his loyalists, his good friends from court, will depose you and probably capture the Avatar to boot. Then they’ll force the Avatar to give him back his Firebending, and Father will reign supreme forever.

“Neither of the two options is going to happen. Even if his Firebending comes back naturally, the Avatar will just defeat him again – hopefully before he makes your eyes match. And his loyalists? He probably doesn’t have any. And if he does, they’re as incompetent as he is. You’re right, Father’s an idiot. He alienated half his court with his insane schemes and promoting crackpots like Qin. The other half he terrified or bribed into submission. I wouldn’t be surprised if even his actual supporters, the few that there are, are happier with you in power.”

Zuko was looking at her with undisguised interest. “So, what’s your point?”

“My point, little Zuzu, is that there’s no need to worry about him anymore,” Azula said, laying down on her bed. “It’s over. He’s not coming back, idiot or not.”

“Huh,” Zuko said. “That’s like a proverb, except it makes sense.”

Azula huffed, caught by surprise. “Dum-dum.”

“… what if I captured Aang and took him to Father? Do you think he’d let me be the prince again?”

“Try it,” Azula shrugged. “But I definitely want tickets.”

[zuko-always-lies]

One thing worth pointing out is that all three of Zuko, Aang, and Azula have psychedelic mental breakdowns in ATLA, yet only one is seen as "crazy."

[allgremlinyaps]

atla isekai but they just get sent back to their pre-unification era ... play with me in this space PLAY WITH ME IN THIS SPAAAACEEE .. if u want .. (scuffs shoes) ..

[akiizayoi4869]

Captain: Princess, I'm afraid that the tides will not allow us to pull in before nightfall.

Azula: Do the tides command this ship?

The captain thinking about what happened at the North Pole:

[the-genius-az]

Azula and Yue:

[katydoodles]

My tribute to my head-canon that Azula and Aang would get high together

I refenced a painting by Jack Vettriano called After Midnight, of a couple smoking on a couch.

IT WAS HOT AND I AM WEAK

[discordiansamba]

(zuko and azula are home alone. the lightbulb in the living room has just gone out.)

zuko: where's the stepladder?

azula: do you even know how to change a lightbulb, zuzu?

zuko: i've seen the servants do it hundreds of times. it's not that hard.

(zuko discovers they're all out of lightbulbs. this is fine. there's a store across the street and mom left them some money. he can just go buy some new ones.)

azula: i have a better idea.

(azula fires a small spark of lightning at the lightbulb. this was not a better idea. the lightbulb bursts and knocks all of the power out... for the entire building.)

zuko: ...wow. you're right. that was a better idea.

azula: it's not my fault the pathetic excuse of an electrical system this apartment has can't handle my greatness.

zuko: ...i'm calling mom

azula: DON'T YOU DARE!

[pandaofsecrets]

Ursa does admonish Zuko more gently and does have more patience to explain what he actually did wrong, but in all fairness, the things Azula does wrong are things Ursa can't gently and patiently explain. In both instances where Ursa is yelling at Azula, it's because Azula is insulting her grandfather and uncle and going on about their deaths. Azulon already doesn't like Ozai (which we see a lot of throughout the flashbacks), and in a totalitarian society like the ones the Fire Nation is based off of, to so casually talk like that about the reigning monarch and the crown prince runs the risk of getting you executed. How do you even begin to explain that to a child?

[call-me-kitty]

The fire nation spent a century to conquer Ba Sing Se and failed.

Azula did it as a side quest in a month.

Azula is going down in history as the best villain in my eyes.

[demaparbat-hp]

Izumi (steambaby) sketches.

[muffinlance]

prompt: Ozai has Azula watch Zuko (his progress or rather lack thereof) from way earlier on, possibly even before Aang gets away from the iceberg in the first place

There it is, written at the bottom of his banishment notice, wobbling in and out of his vision and he’s not sure if it's his eyes—

(Father wouldn’t have meant to blind him. Being blind won't help him catch the Avatar, so he’ll just not go blind.)

It’s either his eyes, or. Or the rage. It has to be the rage.

So Zuko reads the line again, and lets the fire brim up and overflow, until sparks chase the shout from his lips.

“Banishment to be overseen by Crown Princess Azula?”

- - -

“Prince Zuko,” Azula says, standing as tall as an eleven year old can. She’s using his title, so that he’ll use hers. And if he doesn’t then he’s ill-mannered and not fit for his own. 

“Crown Princess Azula,” Zuko grits out.

“I’ll just be inspecting your ship, then. Father’s orders.”

Two men are in shackles by the time she’s done. 

“—Fostering mutiny against your prince,” she is yelling, and somehow her voice is just as high-pitched as his without sounding childish at all. “When our father hears about this—”

- - -

“So you had them executed,” Fire Lord Ozai inquires. Lightly. And from behind his flames.

“Of course, father,” says the kneeling child. “It was an attack on our family.”

Her father doesn’t say anything.

Azula is eleven. Eleven, she had presumed, was old enough to count. 

One, two, three. Four, with Uncle. The royal family.

Her father is silent still.

One. Two.

“Forgive my impertinence, Fire Lord,” she says. “I will bring them to you for judgment next time.”

“Do so,” Fire Lord Ozai says. He does not contest the ‘next time.’

- - -

“Crown Princess Azula,” Zuko says.

“Your bandage is off, brother,” Azula says. “Are you blind?”

“No.”

(The blur of her red robes, the eye-searing glint of sunlight off her headpiece—he’s not blind in that eye. He’s just… still recovering.)

“Lovely,” she says. “Then what’s your excuse for the condition of this ship?”

…He has an increased budget for repairs, by the time she’s done. 

- - -

“Brother,” Azula says, “traditionally knives are to be delivered to the back.”

“I… what?” her brother says, still holding out the inexplicable thing. “No, I bought it at port. For you. See, it matches the one Uncle got me.”

“How original,” she says.

Her brother turns a shade of red that puts his bending to shame. Not that it’s a particularly high bar. “Fine, I’ll just—throw it out.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. At the least, Mai will want it.”

- - -

“Nice knife,” says Mai, looking at the hilt peeking out of Azula’s boot.

“Be silent,” Azula says, thus ending that conversation.

- - -

“Did great-grandfather… did we…” starts her brother, fresh from scurrying about the Eastern Air Temple like some particularly dim-witted pheasant-monkey, the dust not even brushed from his clothes even though he knew her ship was waiting down here. “Azula, there were children—”

“Be silent,” she says.

- - -

“You’re leaving frequently,” comments father, as his knife cuts through the pheasant-monkey, clicking against the plate below. The persimmon-cherry sauce is thick and red and smearing.  

“I find it advantageous to cultivate a working knowledge of our nation’s tactics,” Azula answers. She does not push around her meat like a child, but she does eat only lightly; the dish is more sour than she remembers.

“And your brother?”

“Oh, him,” she says, to which her father smiles.

- - -

“...What?” Zuko asks, blinking down at the scrolls. 

“It’s your birthday,” Azula says. “Apparently, I should have gotten you a calendar.”

“Thank you?”

She sighs.

- - -

“Do we… tell him we can hear him?” asks the assistant cook, as the prince continues monologuing. Dramatically, and loudly. Through the pipe connecting the drain of the kitchen sink to the ones in the shower. 

“Ssh, I think this is one of his new plays.”

- - -

She gets him a calendar for his next birthday. It’s not funny.

- - -

He gets her a doll, for hers. The look on Uncle’s face as she torches it in front of them both is hilarious.

- - -

“Brother,” she says, looking up at the damage to his ship. “This is not the way to requisition additional repair funds.”

“Captain Zhao,” her uncle says in the background, with heights of pleasant antagonism she can only aspire to. As if a general could mistake Zhao’s new insignia. Particularly with all the polishing he does. 

“It’s commander now.”

“How did you manage this?” she asks.

“Uh,” Zuko says. “Can we… speak alone?”

She eyes her brother’s shifting stance. Eyes, too, the way Zhao’s men are already moving to intercept and interrogate his crew. One of the new commander’s more noxious habits is stalking her brother’s every move. 

Well. She’d been meaning to deal with that, anyway.

Azula snaps her fingers at the commander’s guards.

“Detain him,” she says. And for a moment, just a moment, her dear uncle freezes, as if she were talking about someone he actually cared for.

The guards don’t. She’s trained them better than that.

“Princess,” Commander Zhao says, his snarl well hidden behind a smile. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Crown Princess Azula,” she corrects. “Now hush; the adults are talking.”

- - -

They have an Avatar to catch, apparently. Her brother is coming home.

[zuko-always-lies]

The most underdone Zuko-Azula dynamic post canon for me is Zuko still expecting Azula to help him, take care of him, and comfort him despite everything, even as he's imprisoning and controlling her.

Like it's so obvious yet I really can't think of any fics which did this?

[seyaryminamoto]

Fic-to-Art #50: Sokka, Azula, Zuko and Suki introduce their children to each other

A few days late here, though I did finish this on time last month... here's my artwork this time around! A cute scene with our favorite little kiddos meeting each other for the very first time <3 I, as usual, don't ever know character proportions when it comes to babies but I hope they're not completely off, haha. Little Hotaru is very impressed with her cousins, and Mari of course is hyped to meet a new baby. Zi is shy, clinging to her dad's leg, but she is curious about Hotaru too.

The idea that things could one day heal this much for all these dorks makes me very happy, more so because it's pretty much their reality in the story now. They've been through quite a lot and deserve to bask in every good moment. I hadn't drawn Suki in quite a while I think, and her hair was more fun to work with than I remembered. Hopefully it looks good for you guys too! I live for Sokka and Azula teaching their little girl how to walk, they're such a power unit as parents (as expected), so I wanted to portray that a little bit here, with each of them holding one of Hotaru's hands as she stands up on her own two little feet. Oh, these famillies are cuter than they have any right to be <3

Hope you guys liked it! If you'd like to be part of the creative process behind these pieces, a $1 pledge on Patreon will allow you to partake in suggesting and voting for prompts, as well as reading Gladiator snippets one week before a chapter releases!

[ranilla-bean]

Baby, you've got it bad for me

Rating: E Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender Pairing: Azula/Suki Words: 8,370 Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern with Bending, Gym Sex, Athlete Suki, Barely Redeemed Azula, Character Study, Light Dom/sub, Azula is complexes georg, copious amounts of lesbian sex that make everyone worse, don't try this at home i won't be held responsible for any injuries

Summary:

“What about you?” Azula snipes back. “What makes a promising young athlete turn the club gym into her personal sex dungeon?”

This time, Azula doesn't know—she swears she doesn't—how she gets roped into fucking Suki at the gym.

and this one's for @ashcremated, buon compleanno mio fratello di brutte vibes! 😘🎂