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Hello friends! Unfortunately, @foibles-fables​ and I are unable to continue Hawk and Thrush: Modern AU to the extent we wanted! You may still see posts/sketches/ideas but the project is being put to rest. Here are some honorary pieces in memoriam! Thank you for supporting us! <3

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↳ get to know me: favorite team → team avatar (open in new tab for larger size!!) Sokka: “I just wanted to say: good effort out there today, Team Avatar.” Katara: “Enough with the Team Avatar stuff. No matter how many times you say it, it’s not gonna catch on!” Sokka: “How about the Boomerang Squad? See, it’s good cause it has Aang in it - Boomer-Aang!” (art credit)

Preview of the Azula's House of Wonders AU

Ursa had learned many things about herself in the course of a life that would be long and historical, in some ways better than others. She had always internalized that her fire was a source of devastation and ruin, that it could destroy and was incapable of doing anything else. And yet here she was, taking a technique in a faintly desperate hope from her mother's scrolls and writings, hovering with indigo flame over Azula's withered arms, seeking to reactivate chi.

It was a paradox of Benders (and non-Benders too, perhaps, not that she would know and not that it occurred to her to even ask, then) that they could heal physically but if the inner flow of chi, that great mystical wellspring of all power, was not fixed nothing else would work. Azula had withered in more than spirit, she had withered in soul. Even then she stared at a corner as if some hellish thing stood there that she could not see.

Perhaps it did, one who lived near the Forgetful Valley could not dismiss such things out of hand. She had no real expectation that it could work. Mother had worked such wonders and she had sliced steel and trees as if it was nothing.

When it was done she moved back and sat, folding her hands in her lap, afraid to hope.

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Azula had quietly tried this repeatedly through the search for Ursa, hating every second of being caught in her brother's desperate dream without any say-so, any freedom to move. All the big and small humiliations she'd gone through and the insult to injury of knowing her mind lied to her.

Her fires had seemed to have guttered out in her arms and legs, and yet when she focused on Chi it was there for the first time in a year and a half. She took a deep breath and focused on a small thing. The ability merely to move her fingers.

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Ursa saw her daughter's fingers tremble, a slight tremor, so very slight a thing and then her daughter was crying. a look of awed disbelief on her face. Ursa looked at her own hands for a moment and in that moment she would speak in later years, began to wonder if she had dreamed too small and punished her own daughter for dreaming too grandly (and in but two years time she would not wonder, she would know and add it to a long series of private regrets she carried to her grave).

"I can feel my arms," she heard a choked up voice say, "for the first time in a year and a half."

Golden eyes ran with tears and met her own and she moved without hesitation to sit near Azula.

"Thank you mother, I love you." It was almost imperceptible but the sincerity....

Ursa would have spoken those words in turn but she knew, from the stories that the Avatar and others had told her on the return trip that a ghost of her had spoken them and helped drive her daughter into this state.

So she did not say them, she merely put her arm on her daughter's shoulder and leaned in, resting her head on her shoulder. Azula understood and she did not see the gratitude in those eyes that she restrained herself from speaking words that would hurt her. If she had she would have felt even sadder than she was at that moment.

It was at that moment that the spectre of Ursa with those sad eyes and a cutting voice that Azula had seen for so long stood in the corner of the room and gave her a smile that was a pale ghost of the true woman beside her, and vanished, never to be seen again.

azula + prompt number 48 for anonymous

pairing: azula x reader

warnings: nightmares, soft!azula

prompt: “what are you doing in my bed?”

fandom: avatar the last airbender

When Azula first woke up she expected it to be like any morning. However when she rolled over in her ginormous bed, she was surprised to find that she wasn’t alone. Startled, Azula grabbed a pillow and tossed it at your face, successfully waking you up.

“What are you doing in my bed?” Azula demands, narrowing her eyes before a flame appears in the palm of one of her hands.

Reasonable startled, you nearly tumble out of Azula’s bed at the threatening sight. What has gotten into her? Had she really forgotten what happened the night before?! “Woah, you asked me to be here with you. You had a bad dream last night and you wanted me to stay with you!” You remind her.

A rare thing happens then, Azula’s cheeks turn red but not with anger. No, she’s blushing! “I-I don’t have nightmares!” Azula insists, crossing her arms over her chest. “Don’t be ridiculous”.

You stare at her for a moment before sighing. It’s clear she isn’t going to set you on fire anymore but it seems like your invitation to be there has expired. So you climb out of Azula’s bed and head toward the exit of her room. “Alright then, I’ll go-“.

To your slight surprise Azula rushes out of you and tugs you by the hand back toward her bed. “Wait- uh… I suppose you can stay and do my hair for me. Since you’re already here” the princess mumbled, trying her best to not come off as flustered.

Pausing you consider this for a second before shrugging. “Okay, sure. Why not”.

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