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Do you have any OCs sal? If so, I'm super curious about them! (Most of my OCs are either angsty or super cute! With dashes of angst... Must be since most are in the DC universe lol)

yeah i do have a bunch of oc’s actually, and they’re all in the dc universe. but omg are you actually curious about them?? 🥺 i’ll put this under the cut so i don’t annoy anyone but i’ll give you the ones that i remember the most clearly.

one of my favorite oc’s was actually in an atla fic, a zuko one more specifically. her name was sya, and she was a kyoshi warrior. it was set when zuko had already become firelord, and it’s so upsetting i never got to explore her personality a bit more cause around publishing chapter 4 i think, issues happened with wattpad and i took down my stories, and then i came onto here and never went back to my stories again.

the concept was so nice too and i was so excited to write it. like she was a kyoshi warrior personally assigned in protecting the firelord and just <333 forbidden romance with zuko <333 a love affair with the firelord <333

lowkey wanna go back to it cause wait 🤔

anyways

i also had dhalia amari, for my jason todd fic. this concept was so, so, so good i can’t believe i just let it die :(

basically, dhalia knew jason before he’d died, and he was her first kiss, when she asked him to be. he’d given her this locket, and then like a week later he died. she tweets one day “thinking about how i had my first kiss w this boy then he allegedly died a week later” and jason sees it and his brain goes ??? and then he hits her up and all and i had this scene planned out, where he’d go over to her home at some point and he’d see the locket and he’d have this dissociating moment like what the Fuck

pain. i miss it.

TW, mention of drug abuse

i had elara wayne, from my wally west story. she’s not biologically bruce’s; she was adopted as an orphan much like the rest of them, and she’s two years younger than dick grayson if i remember correctly, and two years older than jason todd. i love her so much, honestly, and i miss writing her. she had supernatural abilities too, which she’d been given from a nearby cosmic explosion. basically, the explosion altered some nerves in her body and in her brain, giving her specific powers. she’s capable of mind control essentially, as in either forcing one to see whatever she wants them to and/or controlling their body. she also had an additional feature of, upon touching an object or a person, she visits the past or the present of that. it’s not controlled though. like once, she touched jason, and saw his future, his death, but she also touched this broken toy and was able to see that the woman who had bought it had a miscarriage.

she goes through so much in my story though. like, way too much i’m so sorry elara. because her abilities are nine times out of ten out of her control, she really dislikes them. she used them this one time out on the field and ended up nearly killing a lot of people because of the energy manifestation around her, and when she woke up the next day her veins were a bright, bright, gold. to get rid of this, she turned to drugs, because they nullified everything. and there are so many angst scenes with dick finding out, and jason helping her when she has a relapse and it’s just,,, the poor girl.

there wasn’t a big age gap between her and wally, around four years i think, but she was freshly eighteen when she made the first move on him and he was like absolutely not that’s so sus, and he wouldn’t lead her on or encourage her cause it felt so wrong to him, even if she was an adult and they had this huge fight, but then around a year later when she’s in uni and nineteen, or twenty i can’t remember, they make up and kiss and all :’)

TW, mention of death

i also had delilah avila, and this one hurts. she was the oc in my damian wayne fic. she’s his number neighbor, and he finds out she lives in blüdhaven, moving to gotham after the summer. i also made her half arab because i remember her face claim being half arab, and it was a nice addition cause damian’s half arab too.

this one hurts real bad cause they fall in love and it’s so cute, so lovely. and then he invites her to a wayne gala, and she’s so excited to go, but he has a bad feeling but because he doesn’t wanna ruin it for her, he just lets it happen. and then mid dance, she gets shot, because she’d been in the way to get at damian.

and then she dies lol. she doesn’t come back either </3

also, i had june armstrong. she’s a friend of duke thomas, living in the uk and going to uni with him there, and through him she meets tim drake, who’s the love interest. i remember this book being long as hell because at first, she started dating duke, and tim was also dating stephanie brown, and then shit happens and they eventually fall in love.

this one had a happy ending, because man it was really messy in between. but it’s the funniest book i’ve written, it was just so lighthearted.

the number neighbor one, the jason one and the tim one were smau’s actually :)

#asks #sal speaks <3 #sorry for the rant omg

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 4 years

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Mutilated Mannequin (Part 13)

After sifting through another day’s worth of school assignments, Azula stands up to stretch her arms and legs. She still feels faintly woozy. She hopes that the feeling will subside entirely by monday so that she can go back to school. She is growing tired of lazing around the house; the extra leisure time as her antsy and moody.

Despite the stack of filled out worksheets and finished lit papers, she feels dreadfully unproductive.

She opens her housecoat and pulls it around herself with more tightness before tying it up again. Once it is adjusted to her comfort, Azula makes her way onto the roof. It has been too long since she had looked at the stars, no wonder she is an agitated mess.

She runs her fingers over the cool metal. The telescope is made of a lavish silver and along the edge, by the lenses, are intricate depictions of stars and planets etched in and filled with gold. Down the body of the telescope are more engravings, though unfilled with gold, they are just as striking to behold. They depict various constellations; Azula picks out Orion, Cassiopeia, Delphinius, and Aries. Her gaze lingers upon Ursa Major.

For a moment, she wonders what her mother would have to say about the surgeries. She has a feeling that her face wouldn’t have been altered at all, not even the simple lip injections, were her mother still around.

She wonders if her mother still works in the fashion industry. It puts an unexpected pang in her heart to recall that her mother had been the one to inspire TyLee to begin designing. Azula grasps the golden pendant that hangs around her neck and lets herself fall into the chair nearest to the telescope.

She lets go of the pendant and the small golden tiger falls against her neck. She pulls her chair closer to the telescope. She doesn’t want to think about it; she is dreary enough without recalling the last time she’d seen her mother. The day at the airport when the woman gave her the necklace and wished her luck.

She had been more affectionate and doting with Zuko. Her farewell much more tearful and with many more hugs.

Azula supposes that she had always been distant with her mother anyhow.

She gives her head a slight shake, trying to chase that train of thought away and tries to find Saturn. At last, its rings come into view. She observes the planet until her eyes water and she needs to draw back and wipe them.

She wipes at them several times before realizing that her eyes aren’t watering because she’d been staring for too long.

Her eyes are watery with repressed emotions.

.oOo.

Azula doesn’t understand why she is so hesitant to look in the mirror, she knows that her face has only seen improvement. Even still, it is daunting. She shoves her hesitance to the side and inspects her face. It suddenly seems silly to have feared at all when her face comes into view. Residual swelling aside, she looks much better. Her face looks more balanced in a way, and she understands why the rhinoplasty and mentoplasy are recommended together. Somehow she feels more complete. She looks older, flatteringly so. Almost anyhow, she lightly brushes her cheek. She is one operation away from the perfection she craves and has been fighting for.

She steps away from the mirror and finishes her morning rituals. Breakfast, shower, uniform, it is second nature. She drapes the strap of her shoulder bag across her chest and slides into the family limo.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” Zuko throws his phone to the floor and runs his hands through his hair looking entirely exasperated. His head snaps towards Azula, “when you see Yue, tell her that she’s a real bitch…”

“I’ll be sure to deliver the message.” Azula replies.

“She’s unbearable, she’s…” Zuko falls short. He stares at her with his mouth slightly agape.

“What? Do you want me to make that face too?”

“N-nothing, nevermind.”

.oOo.

Azula pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and scribbles down a few notes. She can hear the whispers and she has a feeling that they speak of her. They are too hushed for her to gauge the opinions nestled within.

“By now you should have finished our first reading assignment. I would like someone to summarize the last chapter.” Kyoshi says. “Did anyone actually finish the reading?” Azula can see her scoping out the person who is trying harder than anyone else to meet her stern stare.

Azula raises her hand.

“Yes, Azula.”

To the best of her ability, Azula details the happenings of the last few chapters of the assigned reading. She has to let the woman know that her week off hasn’t set her back any. The woman’s scowl only deepens, “Azula has missed an entire week of class, why is it that she knows what we’ve talked about better than the rest of you?”

Azula’s stomach lurches at the glares sent in her direction. She looks to the only person who doesn’t seem to be angry with her. Mai stares straight ahead with her arms folded over her chest. TyLee looks as though Kyoshi has attacked her personally and Azula feels a jab of guilt.

When the bell rings, she hustles to put away her textbook and notebooks and catch up with the two of them.

“Tylee?”

The girl turns her head.

“I don’t think so.” Mai hisses, she pushes TyLee along. As she sweeps the girl into the crowd, Azula catches, “she hasn’t even apologized to you, TyLee.”

Azula props herself up against her locker, lacking the energy to actually open it. She gives a resigned sigh and stares blankly at the herd of students shuffling to their next classes. “Hey.” She jolts at the voice. Forcing herself to open her locker, she mutters, “good morning, Jet.”

“The surgeries are going well, I see.”

“I’m not in the mood, Jet.”

“I’m serious!” Jet declares. “I think the new look works well for you.”

She allows herself a small smile. “Thank you, that is the goal.”

“Did it hurt?”

“It was more uncomfortable than anything.” Azula shrugs. She motions for him to follow her to her next class.

“How many operations do you have left?”

“Just one.” Azula replies. “But I might go in for a couple more if I find anything else that needs...adjusting.” They reach the gym and Jet nods. “It is a little aggravating to have to sit on the sidelines though.” Jet cocks his head. “I’m not supposed to overexert myself for another week or so.” She shrugs.

“That’s alright, you can just watch me. I’m sure that I can make the sidelines worthwhile.” He winks and flexes his biceps.

Azula gives a humored sniff. “I’m sure that you can.” He gives her a thumbs up and retreats into the locker room. She makes her way into the gym and hands Kyoshi her doctor’s note. Weeks into the semester and it is still mind-boggling to have Kyoshi for two classes in a row. Heaven knows that she doesn’t hear enough, “if I can make it here on time, so can all of you” whenever TyLee waltzes in late.

“Sit with the rest of your classmates for the warmup stretches. If those are also too much for you, you can sit those out as well.”

Intended or not, Azula hates how weak it makes her sound. At least she has some drive to make it through the stretches. At least she has something to do aside from sitting off to the side, wasting time.

“I know that I shouldn’t be talking to you. Chan will whine like a bitch if he catches me.” Ruon declares, plopping down next to her. “But I’m a curious man.”

Azula quirks a brow.

“Jet said that the surgery went well.” He elaborates.

“I would say so.” Azula agrees.

“Come on, turn your head.”

Azula rolls her eyes and tilts her head back and to the side so that he can observe her face. Ruon rubs his chin. “Yeah, that is pretty hot.” He muses. “Shit, if Chan wasn’t gonna be such a dick about it, I’d ask you out.”

“I’ll talk to him.” Azula replies.

“I don’t know how he could deny a face like that.”

Azula laughs, thankful for the small confidence boost. “True.” She watches Ruon wander off to join Chan. She decides that she will approach him after she finishes her stretches. But as soon as she does, Kyoshi calls for them to begin picking teams. She makes her way to the bleachers, deciding that it will be ultimately better to approach him at lunch. She will have an hour of math to prepare dialogue and work away her nervousness.

.oOo.

Unpacking her lunch, she is well aware that the jitters have not subsided. If anything, she only feels that much more queasy. She feels the table shift and looks up. “Yue.” She greets nonchalantly.

“Tell your brother that he’s such a big ass that mine looks small in comparison.”

Azula sniggers. “I’ll be sure to tell him…” She pauses. “I’m pretty sure that he asked me to tell you…”

“Whatever it is, just give him one of these for me.” She lifts her middle finger.

“So…” Azula starts, “what do you think?”

“Of what?”

Azula makes a waving gesture at her face.

“It’s fake as hell.” Yue replies all too quickly and with a shrug. “But all of that work definitely looks nice.”

Azula rolls her eyes, she suppose that, that is as close as it gets to a compliment with Yue.

“It suits you.” Chan says as he takes a seat. She begins to thank him, but he speaks over her, “your face is as fake as the rest of you.”

“Everything else is natural.”

“I’m not talking about your body. I’m talking about your personality and every friendship that you’ve ever formed.”

“That’s not true.”

“It isn’t?” Mai asks. “What pricy apology gift were you planning on buying for TyLee?” Azula draws in a sharp breath and peers at TyLee. The girl averts her gaze and stares glumly at her sandwich. “You were much more pleasant before you got those surgeries…”

“At least there was a time when I was pleasant, that’s more than you can say.” Azula mutters.

She catches a flicker of a sneer, a fleeting flash of anger in Mai’s eyes. It only lasts a second before her face goes wholly impassive once more. “It doesn’t even look that good.”

The whole table falls silent. Conversation doesn’t resume for the rest of the hour, not with her and not with each other. She supposes that she will have to find someone else to sit with. Zuko and Ruon are her go to choices but they don’t share the same lunch hour as she. The bell rings and she watches everyone else leave. She lingers behind, even after everyone else has left. Mostly everyone; Katara and Suki finish off their conversation and then depart.

She swears that Katara has looked at her once or twice. But then again, she might just be over-thinking things.

“Can I talk to you?” Katara asks.

But she isn’t in the mood to speak with anyone. Much less Sokka’s sister.

Sokka’s sister.

Sokka.

The elections.

Azula tenses up and hurries to her locker. She tosses her textbooks into it haphazardly--relative to her usual tidiness--and rushes to the auditorium. She takes a moment to catch her breath and run her fingers through her hairline. How the hell had she forgotten about the elections? She hasn’t even prepared a speech. She rubs her face with her hands as Sokka steps up to the podium.

“You’re late.” Long Feng remarks.

“I’m perfectly on time.”

“You were supposed to speak first.” Long Feng counters. “You are late.”

Thoroughly exhausted, she concedes, “fine, I’m late. Whatever. I’m here now.” She has a sneaking suspicion that it doesn’t matter anyways. His promises of new sporting equipment and ‘actually exciting’ field trips had been winning over the student body from the start. Truth be told, she never had a clue what to promise her classmates, there has always been a disconnect between she and them. She can spin all of the pretty political jargon that she wants, they don’t respond to logos. And Sokka has her heavily beat as far as pathos goes. Even her ethos had declined rapidly.

Truth be told, deep down, she knew all along that the election was a waste of her time.

Still, she hadn’t expected a unanimous decision.

Not even TyLee had voted in her favor. Yue, refusing to vote for the “class dumbass”, opted to leave her ballot blank and boasted as much. Much too late, it dawns upon her that Chan had been right all along. Her social decline had, and still has, nothing to do with her face and everything to do with her mess of a personality.

The crowd cheers and claps for their new president, but all Azula can hear is her father berating her.

She doesn’t go home that night.

She sits in the outdoor bleachers and watches Chan and his team toss a football around. She is a silent and unnoticed spectator. When the sky beings to blacken, she wanders across the lawn to where the astronomy club is setting up.

“You’re here early.” Pathik remarks.

“Yeah.” Azula shrugs.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes. I’m fine. Just disappointed about the class elections.” She half lies.

“You’ve missed a week of school.” He notes. “Oh, oh dear.” He fumbles with the telescope. “Can you help me with this?”

“Maybe you should put some of that stuff down.” She replies as she helps him position the telescope.

“Right, yes.” He sets down an armful of star maps and science books.

“I’ve been in the hospital. It isn’t a big deal.” She stares into the telescope and makes some adjustments. “There. It’s all set.”

Pathik gives it a look for himself. “Perfect! Thanks to you we’ll have some extra time today!”

His enthusiasm is almost comforting. At least she is still good for something. She finds herself a seat in the grass, she wraps her arms around her knees and stares upwards. Katara is the second person to arrive, followed by Yue. Azula rolls her eyes, the girl is really going out of her way to pester her rival this year.

“Yo, Principal P! When do I get to look at the moon?”

“Whenever you learn to work a telescope.” She hears Katara mutter.

Her gaze follows Pathik as he paces about. “Now where did I put my pen…”

“Did you check your beard, that’s where it was the last time.” She recognizes his voice from the first club meeting. If she remembers right, he calls himself Sneers.

“Ah! Yes!” Pathik digs into is absurdly fluffy beard and pulls out his pen. “First things first, I’d like to remind everyone to apply for their chance to for the trip to the NIR&Ex, it could be a once in a lifetime opportunity. And don’t forget about the Lake Laogai University scholarship opportunity. If you show promise in this club and in Agni High’s astronomy classes, you can earn a full ride.” He gives a few giddy claps. “I can think of two contenders already.” His gaze shifts between she and Katara. “Before we get to the telescopes, I’d like to announce that the town of Agni is hosting its annual comet viewing festival. If you have all been paying attention in class, you already know that you all are alive during a very special time. Would someone like to let the rest of the club know why that is?”

He scans the lot of them. “Ah, yes, Katara.” He points his pen at her. “Please explain.”

“We have the chance to watch Sozin’s Comet as it passes.”

“Correct!” He claps his hands once more. He turns to Azula, “it must be particularly exciting to know that you will see the comet that your great grandfather is named for.”

Azula nods, “quite.”

“The Kasai family has helped the astronomy community profoundly and, with luck and determination, I believe that the family will continue to make contributions. Am I correct.” He gives Azula a wink.

“I do hope so.” She replies.

“Yes, yes. Where was I? Oh, right, the festival. The festival will take place in mid December, instead of our regular meeting, we will be attending it. If you’d like to bring a guest, please fill out this form,” he holds up a stack of papers, “before you leave.”

“Ugg, if I hear one more thing about this comet…” Yue rolls her eyes. “Who cares about the comet, the moon is what really matters.”

“Of course the moon is what really matters.” Katara agrees. “But don’t you realize what the comet means?”

“That Azula gets to brag about her family’s legacy more than usual?”

“Ha. Ha.” Azula folds her arms.

“Oh! I know! It means that you get to geek out more than usual.” Yue guesses. “I guess making a fool of yourself at homecoming wasn’t enough humiliation for you.”

Katara’s face flushes. “Y-you know what. I don’t even know why I try with you. You’re so...so…” She storms over to one of the available telescopes as Yue collapses into a round of girlish giggles. The sound is grating to Azula’s ears.

Azula finds a telescope of her own, but for the first time she can’t seem to focus on the sky. She was going to take Chan to the festival as a first date. Or at the very least, bring Mai and TyLee along for a girl’s day.

Now.

Now she isn’t sure that she is up for attending at all.

It isn’t like she hasn’t wasted an opportunity before.

She helps Pathik and the rest of the club pack their equipment away for the week. “Hey.” Azula turns around.

“Are you okay?”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?”

“Because, you don’t seem happy.”

“Whether or not I am is none of your business.”

Katara lifts her hands, “just trying to help.” She begins to walk away.

“Wait.” Azula mumbles, it is just like the first time. Katara turns around again but she doesn’t know what to say. “Nevermind.”

Katara sighs. “Why are you doing it if it makes you miserable?”

Her brows crease, “doing what?”

“Getting the surgeries?”

“That’s not why I’m unhappy.” But it is, isn’t it? At the very least it is a critical part of it. All at once, the surgeries are the only thing keeping her uplifted. She is wholly conflicted, trapped in a sort of paradox. In some regards she feels more confident. For once, despite her utter loneliness, she feels beautiful. Like she has a chance to make friends. But the very thing that grants her this confidence, takes it away. She feels fake.

Fake and shallow.

She realizes that Katara is waiting for her to elaborate. She doesn’t know how.

“You don’t have to keep getting them, you know.” She waits for a reaction that doesn’t come. “You look fine. You looked fine before.”

Azula bites the inside of her cheek.

“I tried to bleach my skin once.” Katara confesses. “I thought that Jet would leave me alone if I were lighter. I’m glad that I had Sokka and Suki and Toph...and so many people to tell me that I didn’t have to do it.”

“Jet will find any reason to go after you.”

Katara nods, “I figured that out.” She crosses her arms. “You don’t need to have any more work done. I guess that I just wanted you to know that, even if you don’t like me very much.”

Azula opens her mouth as a car pulls up.

“That’s my ride. I’ll see you in gym class.”

Azula wanders away from the parking lot as her family’s limo pulls up. She knows that she is only making things worse by avoiding him. All the same, she doesn’t think that she can handle her father tonight.

She spends her night laying on the park bench, staring up at the stars.

#Avatar #Azula #Mai #TyLee #Katara #Zuko #Sokka #Toph #Suki #Aang #Fanfiction

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