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mugentakeda · 9 months ago

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scoring a job at the tea shop was too easy. but now that he’s staring at bowl of jasmine flowers next to the black blend, it might have been a dumb idea. it’s not busy enough to numb his stupid brain.

the owner, mr. dugu, a short middle aged man with greasy long hair, was all too happy to hire him. we could use a looker like you, it’ll bring all the women in!

lu ten thinks back to zhao and jiro in dismay. he highly doubts his love life will ever heal itself back to normalcy. azula would agree with that.

it’s probably for the best that zhao doesn’t know where i am, he muses, but jiro would probably try and send me money.

now that he thinks about it, mr. dugu kind of reminds him of jiro. just a few decades older, and in green. a slick and stout guy that thinks he’s all that and a bag of fireflakes. so slick, you wouldn’t see the earnest, hard working gentleman hidden beneath at first.

but his dad is in there too. with the crows feet, receding hairline, deep tea scent, big hands. laughter in his eyes, at just about anything.

in the tea shop, however, his dad is everywhere he looks. his dad is the smells, the old tea cup rings stained in the tables, every sun ray shining through the windows, the cheap peeling wallpaper with painted leaves floating in the wind.

is it betrayal, what he’s done? or is he just dying on the hill of what his gut tells him is right?

he’s forcing his heart and his gut to become one, so he can physically stand loving his father, but not liking his father, simultaneously. letting them both exist together, at the same time. it’s not life ruining or earth shattering. it just… is.

lu ten misses the parts of his dad that he enjoyed, with great guilt. the roughhousing, the morning meditation, a warm hand brushing through his feathery hair, carrying him to bed after a long day at the beach, dropping his bags and letting lu ten barrel into his arms at full force after weeks being gone, bickering over the do’s and don’ts of tea. things got spotty and more spaced out once he turned double digits, because at that point lu ten was old enough to go longer without seeing his father. he was a busy guy and lu ten had been okay with that. he’s never been someone that needed constant attention, anyway.

but those parts were only enough to satisfy the young lu ten who didn’t care what his dad was outside of being his dad. then his aunt was married into the family, and lu ten started caring about a whole lot of things.

his aunt and his cousins give him purpose. what would he be, without them? they shape his interests, his entire worldview, his habits, his sense of self. the areas of politics and legislation that he dipped his toes in as a prince were even influenced by them. he tells right from wrong by wondering, if it was your aunt and your cousins, would you be okay with it?

what ursa went through after having azula haunted his dreams. the afterbirth stench, her hyperventilating, hoarse wails. the fire sages and azulon and ozai all muttering to each other, just to add to the chaos. he’d gripped little zuko to his chest in the dark corridor across from her chambers like a vice, biting his lip in terror and cheeks flushing as hot tears rolled down his face. it was the worst thing he’d ever heard in his life, and nobody seemed to care.

then he finds out that his mother went through the same thing with him over morning tea with his grandfather. casually, like he was being informed of the weather.

she believed she had the right to name you toshiro, despite not showing any enthusiasm over you at any other time of day, azulon had grunted. i don’t know why he ever bothered with that commoner wretch. you’d still have a mother today if he hadn’t picked some halfwit dancer with a smart mouth, you know. i even went through the trouble of setting up a whole line of good, wellborn women right before him, and he didn’t entertain a single one! but i suppose it doesn’t matter now, seeing the fine young man you’ve become regardless. i was afraid you’d inherit her crassness, if you’ll forgive me.

so she got sick of the shit and disappeared. to this day, he barely knows what to do with that information.

he hates ozai for doing the same shit to his aunt that his own father did to his mom. forced, unwanted marriage. the pain and misery of childbirth. postpartum. making heirs. he fucking hates that word. heirs.

toshiro. it’s a good name.

he’d leave his dad if he were his mother, too. he did leave his dad.

mr. dugu asked after hiring him if he was a soldier, going by his posture. he’s no earthbender, and the scars are from trial and error lightning bolts. but there are nonbenders in the earth army, and lu ten can put his mouth where the money is when given a staff. so he says yes.

that must be why i like you so much, mr. dugu had sighed. my own boy is a little older than you and lives in ba sing se with his old lady, as a teacher in a little kid’s school. he’s a bender, so he enlisted to help fight- but that stubborn old prince bastard is persistent. you know the ash and blood is filthying their water? his old lady is pregnant, and she has no clean water to drink. it’s unbelievable! but that ashmaker doesn’t realize how steadfast the good people of the earth kingdom are. the spirits will deliver them, and he’ll tuck his tail between his legs and run for the hills.

filthy water also means sick livestock. and sick livestock means sick people when the livestock is eaten. sick people means sick mothers and children, and sick doctors that can’t help sick pregnant mothers give birth. and then ba sing se is cut off from incoming supplies due to his father’s army, so they’re probably rationing the medicine. so sick pregnant mothers giving birth without proper medicine, without proper doctors because they’re also all sick. that leads to dying mothers, dying newborns, or mothers and newborns dying together.

lu ten just isn’t sure his father realizes little stuff like that. or maybe he does, and just doesn’t care. and that thought makes him so angry, he doesn’t even know what to do with himself.

his father had acted like all that was happening in the impenetrable city was something funny in his letters. along with a couple of thinly veiled pleads for lu ten to quit being stubborn and join him already.

narrow, ignorant self-interest does not impress him. its ugly coming from his own father. its even uglier on a man that’s supposed to lead their fucking country one day. lu ten will not be the same. the people he loves most in this world cannot afford for him to be the same.

you have a savvy for diplomacy, zhao had snapped at him. your father could use something like that. what’s keeping you here? don’t you see benefits waiting to be reaped from this? your cousins will still be here when your father succeeds! get over yourself!

“diplomacy,” lu ten sneers out loud. then sighs loudly in frustration when he knocks the cup over with a jerky hand.

one minute ba sing se is being taken by his dad so it can become one with the fire nation. the next minute he’s burning it to the ground. if it’s the fire nation, why in the all fuck is he ruining it? is that not counter-productive? is that not hypocrisy? what diplomacy is there to be had when there’s nothing left of the city?

but then, people on the homeland get arrested for some real petty shit. the colonial towns get paid dust. his dad killed the last dragon, despite a good portion of lu tens childhood folktales composing of dragons. despite agni herself being depicted as a dragon. a million things that he never questioned before that make no sense to him now that he has the freedom and time to truly ponder.

the spirits are not to be trifled with or questioned, my son. the spirits can even judge the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.

lu ten isn’t a man who claims to know the spirits ways, nor does he question them. he wasn’t there when they laid foundation to the earth. he doesn’t know who determined its measurements. but he does know that agni wouldn’t deliver a message so stupid and pointless.

he just questions his father, and the authenticity of his pointless quest to flatten a city being spirit-sent.

what do you wanna bet he used the wrong kind of flower for his tea and was just tripping balls?

the more he thinks about it the less grace his train of thought is willing to spare.

he’s so mad that he can’t like his dad. he’s so mad that he exists at the cost of his mother’s everything. he’s so mad that everything his proud, beautiful country stands on and believes in has the strength of a single grain of rice. he can’t bare the thought of just continuing to ignore it to maintain his sanity- he’s never been so glad to be an adult with a brain and not a kid in his own little world- but realizing things is so painful. its only ever painful. he wants to curl up in a ball and rot away. the guilt and anger is mind numbing.

do you think of me with as much frustration as i think of you, dad? do you sit and ruin your own day trying to understand what goes on in my head, or is it just me?

the fumes from the boiling teapot steam his face as he bends over it slowly, trying to curb the acid crawling up his throat like a demon emerging from hell. static curls up and down his arms and brings his hair straight up, the heat bleeding from the tips of his fingers and his palms into the counter is teetering on the edge of unbearable-

“cousin?” a little voice startles him out of his thoughts.

he pauses, and turns his head.

zuko’s standing there in front of mr. dugu, who’s grinning at him cheekily.

zuko is wearing a green apron that drags on the floor. the anger building in his chest melts like chocolate over a fire. the counter is already cooling beneath his steel grip.

“…li,” he greets, weak humor in his voice. “what’s shaking?”

the kid flushes. “i got bored and walked here from mom’s work. and mr. dugu said no loitering in his store. so i’m….. hired.”

“are you a seasonal employee?” lu ten snorts.

“i don’t even know what that means,” zuko replies curtly. he doesn’t realize his sass definitely matches azula’s. “i can bring the tea to the customers.”

“well,” lu ten sighs, “i believe i’ve scalded the hell out of this jasmine by accident. give me a few minutes and i’ll happily provide you with something drinkable.”

“…do better!” his baby cousin orders awkwardly. and so he does, because lu ten is only ever the loyal servant to his baby cousins.

zuko brings the tea to the customers. every time lu ten hears his lispy little voice thank them for their patronage in monotone, he can’t help the way his lips quirk in amusement.

“the girls in the front kept baby-talking me,” his little cousin grumps later that day. “i had to run away before they got the chance to pinch my face.”

mr. dugu laughs, and pats zuko’s little shoulder heartily. lu ten’s heart aches. he can think he hates ignorance until the sheep-cows come home, but there’s nothing crueler than seeing his father in this man’s mannerisms, who’s son could be dead or alive at this very moment, due to his father in question.

“just be glad your sister wasn’t here to see it,” he replies, lest he choke himself up with his own angsting.

zuko huffs and slides off the chair he’d been sitting crosslegged on. “mr. dugu, could i take some cakes from the back to my sister? she’s a sweet tooth.”

“it’ll be coming out of your paycheck,” the man replies teasingly.

zuko frowns like a cranky owlcat. “i don’t know what that word means either.” and with that, he stomps to the back.

“that one’s a trip alright,” mr. dugu laughs. “and you say the younger one is even worse?”

“sure is,” lu ten sighs happily. “they both are the worst. i’m wrapped around their greedy little fingers. they don’t let me hold the house keys, but they’ll let me buy them candy.”

“it’ll be like that forever,” mr. dugu says sagely. “my only son is now a grown man with a wife of his own, and soon, he’ll make me a grandfather. but at the end of the day, he’s always gonna be my precious boy. my baby. and no matter what, i want him to always know he can come back home to me. despite everything. no matter what.”

the man deflates suddenly. “if anything, i might just beg him to come back home to me, once ba sing se chases that scumbag away. i have enough room to house the three of them. my boy lives and breathes to be a teacher in the city, but this old heart can’t take not knowing….”

he trails off, and pushes over a rock with his foot glumly. “they say he has children, too. the fire nation prince attacking the city, i mean.”

lu ten’s blood turns to ice in an instant.

“i doubt one such as he would feel anything if he lost them. if a man can kill another man’s child, i believe he’d might as well kill his very own. and this father would protect every child in this village as his own. you, and your little monster cousins. you know?”

agni is a big blurry dot in his vision, and he swallows hard. “yeah. yeah, i do. this one thanks you for it.”

he holds zuko’s little hand tighter than usual as they go to pick ursa and azula up from the florist.

#this took me ALL DAY to finish. ALL DAY #and idk if its even good or not but we move.#i hope you guys can forgive me sneaking a jiro mention in. i love my ocs #IROHS POV COMING UP NEXT WHOS READY TO RUMBLEEEE #runaway fire fam au #alicias writing stuff

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sleepy-sham · 8 months ago

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✨edits✨

atla:

aang wallpaper

harry potter:

harry moodboard | hermione moodboard | ron moodboard

criminal minds:

general show moodboard | spencer reid moodboard

aot:

jjk:

megumi moodboard

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do0hwa · 1 year ago

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Barbie x Azula crossover

This Barbie is a firebending prodigy

(+Azula as Jennifer from Jennifer's body)

I wanted to do a redraw of the iconic scene from Jennifer's body 🔥

I have drawn this scene about 2 yrs before but I wanted to draw it again hehe :)

I brought 3 different versions for those who want to use it as a pfp or phone wallpaper!

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linnoya-writes · 2 years ago

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Kataang “But it’s only a 2-year age difference!” argument

Ah yes. The amount of times KAs bellow this, along with “...but Katara was a mother to everyone!” can wallpaper my entire apartment.

Let me deep-dive as to why a 2-year age difference is actually much more significant between a mature teenager like Katara and a carefree kid like Aang, particularly in the universe of ATLA.

The ATLA world isn’t structured like our modern day, where 14/15-year-old girls worry about Algebra tests and Homecoming dates, or 12/13-year-old boys only have to skip down a couple blocks from their junior high to the big-kid school to meet their first crush “forever girl” for some ice-cream and Instagram Selfies after her friendly tennis practice, and French Kiss under the bleachers before her big brother catches them and nearly vomits from Oogies.

Oh no. The ATLA world is very much a dystopian, post-war world... where children like Katara, Sokka, Suki, Jet, Yue, Azula and Zuko had to forfeit any sense of normal childhood and instead take up more mature responsibilities for themselves and those around them. Toph even had to learn to be independent and raise herself for survival, despite being the same age as Aang.

What separates Aang from the other young characters is that he actually got to have a normal childhood.

Aang lived in the air temples, where monks lived in isolation and cultivated their own food and treated living things differently from the rest of the world. They travelled everywhere, but kids like Aang were shielded from any sense of conflict or confrontation, and they definitely weren’t raised to see the world as a societal, economical hierarchy. The pre-ATLA AirNomad world raised carefree innocent kids who got to take their time to grow up, because they never had to prepare for a brutal, cruel, unforgiving world where people and creatures they loved could die outside of natural causes.

Aang mastered airbending naturally, and for fun. It wasn’t to prepare for war, but for his proud cultural heritage. On the other hand, Katara worked herself to the bone to master waterbending... not for fun... but to fight in a war, to help train the Avatar to end this 100-year-war, and to maintain a delicate connection to her cultural heritage that has all but died out.

Katara and Aang’s perspectives have been different since the beginning.

And the “2 years is not that big a deal!” argument totally overlooks their maturity gap as characters.

Katara was a girl raised in a remote war-torn village in the South Pole. She lost her mother in this war and had to internalize that grief for years as she took up more adult responsibilities to help her small village. By the time she was Aang’s age, she cooked for people, cleaned for people, helped raise other people’s children... and, as seen in the S.2 episode “The Serpent’s Pass,” she didn’t flinch when having to deliver babies out of women’s vaginas.

Katara is 14, going on 25.

Aang, not having been raised in a war, was a kid. He was that carefree, playful, innocent soul up in the Southern Air Temple who loved games, and recess, and pulling pranks on his teachers. At the age of 12, Aang still hasn’t had to learn to be responsible in an economical world that functions through jobs, currency, and self-sufficiency (and he’ll probably never have to, since the Avatar title rewards him with free-loading hospitality anywhere he goes). When Katara someone isn’t willing to cook for him, Aang’s instinct is to dumpster-dive for lettuce, as seen in the S.3. episode “The Headband”. This is also the episode where, not only is Katara comfortable enough to dress up as Aang’s (pregnant!) mom, but Aang gleefully shows off his grade-school crafting skills with dried-macaroni collage artwork of Ozai-- you know, the kind that children usually give to their parents to proudly post on the refrigerator? And this wasn’t sweet-innocent doe-eyed Aang from Season 1. This was kid-emotionally-processing-some-real-world-shit-Season 3 Aang. His maturity was still lacking. And let’s not forget that, before the iceberg... the most horrifying thing Aang had to deal with was cleaning his own room.

Aang was 12, going on 8.

Even in the final scene of the show, Aang is still that kid, sitting on the ground and playfully teasing his pet lemur with a toy while the older teens mingle with tea and paintings and critical-thinking games like PaiSho.

The maturity gap was very much present through the end.

And I have a hard time believing Aang even knew what a vagina was, by the time he and Katara french-kissed in the finale.

Look. The point is not whether or not Aang did know. The point is, you, a hypothetical Kataang fan... had to stop for a moment to consider that.

And that’s what makes Kataang weird.

Now excuse me while I grab some more wallpaper glue. :P

#atla #kataang critical #anti-kataang #age difference #maturity gap #aang critical #katara #katara of the southern water tribe #the fact that Aang didn't know how babies get made while he kisses Katara #and the idea that Katara would have to be the one to tell him #like a parent to a child #except they're dating #how is this not gross #katara deserved better #avatar the last airbender

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wolveswithblackpearls · 4 days ago

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Aespa Masterlist

Series

Mermaids

Pride 2022 (Various Idols)

Pride 2023 (Various Idols)

Members

Giselle - Come and Get Illusion (wallpaper) - Drama

Karina - Converse - Drama - Illusion

Ningning - Azula Vibes - Drama

Winter - Drama - January (wallpaper) - Trick or Trick

#masterpost #aespa #karina #giselle #winter #ningning

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seyaryminamoto · 1 year ago

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Here's a simple fanart that was my wallpaper for a while:

https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/108665751

note: I just realized the ground of the industrial district is covered in metal as much the sky is covered in fumes, which is quite depressing tbh.

Also, can I ask something that was confusing me for a while: Why didn't Si disclose the questionable reliability of the WL tile with Ozai, especially with Azula being away for months after FLS arc? Besides, currently, he should be able to put two and two together and understand that such "evidence" can be manipulated and are not proof of the truth, such as Sokka's damaged knife. He was implied to be capable of doing the detective work to some capacity, which means he's not entirely brainless.

I understand his character was meant to give Ozai advantage, yet he barely does anything at all. I feel like even Kino was more useful.

So is there any reasoning behind such passiveness? I had thoughts but they're only assumptions

Beautiful art as always! Thank you so much! You really put so much heart into these pieces, it's amazing *-* and honestly, never mind those details haha, let's just say this is Seethus on vacation somewhere less nasty (?)

I'm going to guess that you're talking about the tile Azula dropped at the end of her nasty argument with Ozai a while ago? To be honest... Ozai always knew it wasn't likely to be the result of Azula or Sokka having killed the tile's owner. Considering the argument they had, it's kind of easy to assume she didn't actually do it. The tile in that instance was kind of a final middle finger at Ozai: "want to collect White Lotus tiles? Go on and do it, then, and you have just as much evidence that I killed the right person as you do with Seethus", was the message Azula conveyed, in a sense, haha.

Therefore, it's not that Seethus was stupid and didn't tell Ozai the likely truth: they both knew what was bound to have happened, or in this case, not happened. It didn't really boil down to Seethus telling Ozai not to believe in this tile as evidenec of anything, because Ozai's also not so dumb as to think Azula would have done exactly what she just raged at him about.

As for how useful Seethus is, haha, Kino is more useful in terms of the narrative so far, since he's a character who is evolving and does have a lot of parts to play in the story. Seethus is passive right now because he's basically Ozai's comfort assassin (?). In one of the latest arcs I wrote, Seethus outright steps over boundaries and starts acting on his own because Ozai is indecisive about his orders, and Seethus kind of tries to take certain matters into his own hands.

Something I think I must bring up again is that Seethus's role was always meant to be very secretive: he has been dealing with low-profile threats against Ozai ever since he took power. Zhao-Combustion Man would handle the more high-profile ones, through the Gladiator League, if possible. Ozai's primary problem with deploying Seethus is that he's always been in hot water in regards of his position of authority in society, and as much as Seethus is OP, Seethus isn't bound to be able to kill half of the Fire Nation's population if there were an uprising against Ozai, for instance. So, if important people (the Head Sage, Shaofeng, Zuko, Iroh, etc.) suddenly start disappearing magically, kind of the way Ursa did, with zero explanation? Things would get ugly for Ozai, politically-speaking. Seethus helps him in situations that are less public and less threatening for his image: he terrorized the city in The Fire Lord's Shadow arc, but the only person who ever knew it was ultimately Ozai's doing was Azula. While some soldiers did see him and even fought him, nobody made the connection back to Ozai because that's how Seethus operates: nobody knows he works directly for the Fire Lord, and he's supposed to keep it that way.

Hence, Seethus was 100% down for joining the navy secretly and ensuring to kill Sokka personally, back when Part 1 was just beginning. Why does it not happen? Because Ozai's paranoia is constantly flaring up, and he wants Seethus with him almost at every moment. It's quite ridiculous on his part, no kidding there, but the main reason why Seethus does or doesn't do something is always Ozai. And whenever Ozai is being dumb and daft, Seethus has to stick with obeying Ozai's bad decisions... or lightly rebelling against them for Ozai's benefit (or so he thinks), as he did in what I mentioned, the arc I was writing not long ago.

In any case, Seethus is going to play important roles in a couple of crucial situations that will be coming up in the future. Or, uh, more like one's in the future and one's in the past xD I'm not going to explain a lot, but he will be involved in Ursa's escape after shit hits the fan... so, at least you have that to look forward to, haha. Sorry if he's not doing enough yet... but Ozai's dumb paranoia keeps holding him back from doing his job.

#wingsfreedom #gladiator art here!!#that was a really soft one too #seethus you are not supposed to be cute you #oh well #what's one more multifaceted character am I right (?)#deadly sick poisonous assassin with the rotting firebending #and he's... cute #we love that for him we really do

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