This is a commission I did a few weeks ago for the one, the only, Michaela Murphy, voice actress for Toph Beifong!
Long story short, I was tabling at a Sci-Fi Valley Con in PA, she was a celebrity guest, multiple people got turtleducks they bought from me signed by her to the point that she came LOOKING FOR ME, found me, and commissioned these hybrid animals. You can see her liking and commenting on my Instagram post of it (:
Truly honored to interact with such an awesome human and make something for her!
Do not trace, steal, or repost! 🙏
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Whumptober Day 2:
"I'll call out your name, but you won't call back."
Thermometer | Delirium | "They don't care about you."
Fandom: ATLA (AU)
Prompt used: Title, Delirium, "they don't care about you."
Alright this ones short cause I rewrote it like three times… anywho, have some light Zuko angst. I'm gearing up for a little more intensity in day three so 😬. Beating up in first paragraph tw!
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Another punch, right beneath his ribs, has bloody spittle flying from his mouth, choked air being the only sound accompanying the motion. He refuses to give them that satisfaction, to show that weakness here, they can beat him bloody and blue, but Zuko was once a crown prince, he's been through far worse than this.
Fire licks at his ankles, an angry yell filling the air.
"Why do you protect them? What? It's not like they like you. They don't care about you. Why do you think they haven't come? You offered them an escape and they took it, each and every one of them. You are a Fire Bender Zuko, a Prince- Banished or not- you are alone. Tell me where the Avatar and the traitors went, and your misery can be over." Zhao has a crazed look in his eye, fire sparking across his finger tips.
Zuko doesn't answer, spitting a glob of blood at the Admirals feet instead. It earns him an angry kick that has him finally falling to his knees, but he grins up anyway like he's won. Zhao can't seem to realize that Zuko knows they won't come. He's not worth it, Zuko knows this, all of what Zhao says. But they're all safe, and that was Zuko's priority.
Zhao, seemingly fed up with Zuko's silence, waves a dismissive hand and the guard behind him knocks his weapon over Zuko's head, hard. The world fades around him, and he welcomes the momentary peace of the darkness.
"You know Zuko, the writer of Love Amongst Dragons also wrote my least favorite poem."
His mothers stare is blank, sitting under the shadows of their tree, staring across the pond. Across her cheek is a bruise, uncovered but remnants of makeup still visible. Curled into her side, Azula sleeps, eyebrows furrowed. Zuko makes a noise to indicate his attention, trying not to ruin whatever this moment is.
"Always pointing out what I lack
I can never tell your aim
It's not just your bags you pack
And I'll never be the same
Life on the rack
I'll call out your name
But you won't call back."
She pauses, but the poem seems to ring out in the following silence.
"Do you know why it's my least favorite Zuko?" She answers before he can, "I always wanted true love… this poem, written by the same writer of my favorite play, reminds me to find the good." At this, she cups his cheek gently, careful not to disturb his sister, "You two. I hope you two can find love and happiness someday. Promise me, you'll never let anger rule you."
And Zuko, well how could he say anything else,
"I promise."
Zuko wakes with his mothers voice in his ears, and her hand in his hair, Azula's soft breaths filling the gaps. The performing frog and turtle duck are odd, and very dramatic, is that really the voices they'd have?? Zuko can only watch them idly, too tired to truly decipher if the animals before him exist or not.
"...won't call back!" The turtle duck strikes a dramatic pose, tragically dejected.
Huh… is… that what Zuko was doing? His mother told him to find happiness, so in his banishment, he'd turned a new leaf. His crew were basically pirates now, and they were actually helping the Avatar. He was doing good, but he supposed it was over now. He'd be taken back to his Father and punished for crimes against the throne, probably never see the light of day again.
"You shall not reign any longer!" With a weird sun behind the Frog, he goes down with a downward strike of the Turtle Ducks wing.
The thump of the frog is echoed by a louder thump that moves the surface beneath his cheek. His sight moves up slowly, blurry and doubled- the animals continue out his peripheral- to find a figure doing something at the cell door. They're not in red, rather tones of blue and gray, though he lets his sight fall again when his head throbs. It feels like he has two bad eyes, and the throbbing ache at the back of his skull is doing him no favors. He decides to go back to the animals, its easier.
It's only when feet go through the performance that he's reminded of the whole thing. Something hisses above him, and then theres a delicate touch at his nape,
"Hey buddy, we're gonna get you out of here. Your sister is scaring the guards now, and her friends are clearing a path, and the others are waiting at Oppa to get ya to your ship. Just uh… yeah let's move nice and slow."
"But da 'urtle du' isnt f'nished yet."
"... well, they can finish later."
"M'kay."
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Slowly working on the tarrasque pattern writeup. The instructions for the crochet pieces is the easy part, but the assemble instructions always take forever. Got to make sure anyone can understand how far up the body the arms go, or where specifically to put the eyes. Soooooo many photos and steps involved.
Excited to get this one out to people though, since its so freaking cute!!!!!
I'm also going to pre-make a few turtle ducks and trinkets in the coming weeks and will be putting them up in my Etsy shop for those who want to get a start on their holiday shopping, but don't really want to crochet their own.
Going to be a busy October!
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