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AAAAAAAAADfagshdjsjsjskdkdgs I love you so much your art is heaven i want to tattoo in on my forehead you make my little indian heart screeeeeeaaaaaammmmmmm please never stop drawing i'll sell my kidneyyyy sjsggsjshshsjskla

and i'll tattoo this ask/submission into my heart!!! aaaaaaa dear anonie tysm for the appreciation! ;w; indian cultures deserves only the best in its depiction, being the major religious, architectural, language and cultural influence of my nation ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ my brain and muse lights up the brightest whenever i seek inspirations from india ₊˚✧ am going to submit contents again for the annual @zukaangweek pls look forward to all the great artists/writers/content creators !! bit busy being a corporate slave but aint gon stahp drawing fo sho <3 <3 <3 again, tysm anonie!!

based on their hilarious smooth like butter moments on tiktok 🥺

stream butter by BTS / 방탄소년단 💛

zukaang | rajamandala | राजमण्डल | 羅闍曼荼羅 devdas, chigo, lengger lanang and layla-majnun inspired tale

the day zukō was born, agni bestowed him with a single eternal flame, everlastingly alight inside the gentur lamp which he would carry along with him everywhere he went. no one could extinguish and light it back at will except the one who’s destined to guide his fate, as prophesied at naloni mitoni.

after his genpuku as the successor of ōzai tennō, zukō accompanied azhura in attending durga puja and seren taun, hosted by baginda bhumi at the central port of canggu. the siblings then reunited with maiko and tài linh, who became patrons of entertainment in northern manjung.

their seventh generation of tawaifs featured the esteemed amrapali, whose swara and abhinaya effortlessly enamored kaldera royals. as she danced, not only did she take everyone's breath away, but also the life of every kindled flame in the room. then, when she lit them back with gentle sway of her hands, zukō knew that she's the one.

realizing that his son had set his eyes on a mere yìjì, ōzai warned the prince that he might be deceived by outlanders witchery, but zukō insisted that he trusted agni's sacred will. he continued to chase the tawaif in unquenchable desire to know about her more, unaware that the fate he would thread on was to become a madman, lost in utterly blind love which turned into the purest form of devotion.

because amrapali was, in fact, not merely a dancer and disciple of buddha. she was bodhisattva kannon in her avatar form－a man named āng, awakened in rana pota lake as the only living sky dweller. his kin were mercilessly wiped from existence milennium ago by zukō's ancestor, souzan tenshi, who begun the conquest of rajamandala.

āng's crimson henna, drawn by performers of tide drifters; adinda katara and kakanda saka, covered his distinguished irezumi, while his voice was trained to move even the most hardened heart by paduka běifāng and a hia haru, the stone wielders. together with his beloved shrivijayans, the avatar would liberate the victims of war under ōzai's tyrant rule.

however, it was out of āng's prior knowledge that he would possess karmic ties with the very son of his own enemy through vortex of conflicted, mortal feelings. willingly bestow thousands of blessings to zukō's thousands of prayers, he would, but even as the emanation of god, āng still could not simply pull the strings of fate as he selfishly pleased.

by the will of sang hyang widhi, āng was destined to succeed in ending the misdeeds of fire breather’s forefathers, but at the cost of his heart falling forever in unfulfilled love. for he knew, that even though zuko took the role of mirabai to krishna, their wish to be united would be granted only in death like that of layla and majnun.

for @zukaangweek third day prompt: sacred/possesive

now we all know @the-cloud-whisperer is a gem in a:tla fandom but this fanfiction is simply the masterpiece because i had to pause after every paragraph to catch my breath and contemplate my entire life. there's too much reasons, but these are what absolutely will keep me awake at night and day;

1. aang as zhao feiyan

aang really becoming like this in her fanfiction.

we all know aang is the icon of unisexuality, and cloud just has to slap me that reminder for making our boy playing this role by shang xirui: in pink dress, pearls, feathers, ribbons, and twirling fabric above the drum. simply celestial. like, damn, my brain won't shut up on praising cloud's galactical brain!

(this intricate figurine is produced as a tribute to winter begonia's zhao feiyan role! it tops the original design worn by yin zheng (the actor) that he legit preordered nine of it. everything about winter begonia is just that majestic and aesthetic－this drama is the talk of the century. male dan peking opera players simply are winners.)

this pic will never really leave my mind ever since the show flooded my aunt's timeline on weibo. this role is just that legendary that my favorite figurine studio, myethos, done a manufacture project for her.

i just... i can't simply read cloud's fanfiction without this imagery of aang out of my head, knowing that such beauty exists. no, i can't, your honor.

2. multiple theatrical roles of zukaang

aang and zuko. avatar and fire lord. kuzon and lee. zhao feiyan and yu meiren.

their inherited identities, their disguises, and their roles in legendary stories.

so many names and titles they carry for each other in the stages of their journey. what is life, if not a mere stage for our acts, after all? it's not enough that zukaang has countless parallels in a:tla universe. cloud really put one more impactful role for them, all wonderful women. it puts omashu tale to shame.

peking opera is a huge topic since zhang yixing's music video and winter begonia, so to read zukaang involved in it, with her writing, feels like entering nirvana for me. one cycle of samsara feels enough for me knowing i do live to read this. i performed many theatrical play for my major during college which defaultly makes this fanfiction pure treasure.

3. better plot and dialogues than canonverse

cloud always does that. this story has beautiful dialogues just like in her works titled seven bowls of tea and qixi festival. in heavy plotted stories, she makes every characters actually communicates as people raised by war through differences in caste and norms, with authentic cultural references.

and here, in to know the sound of his voice, it gives more depth, impact and better fate to every major character involved (zuko, aang, iroh, jet) just by having them bound through/after opera in a city.

unlike in the canon show, the ember island player is greatly entertaining but the aftermath of it is like a comic relief level of effect before the serious plot is back at the pace. almost does not hold multilayered significance except actually showing the toxicity of mysogynistic view in fire nation.

what happens between zukaang in cloud's fic is poetic. through becoming the performer and the spectator, forming allegories within legendary stories that they watch/perform and enjoy together, their decisions after every encounter within each other's disguise: those literally are what will shape the world. the conclusion of the war. the growth of everyone surrounding them.

i wanna gush more but it would spoil everyone. just. it's one click away to reading a masterpiece. i wasn't ready (i never am when it comes to her story), but i'm glad i am still alive to read her grandiose works.

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aang/Zuko (Avatar) Series: Part 18 of Cloud’s Zukaang Fics

Notes: IT’S DONE! @zukaangweek

Warnings: aftermath of medical trauma / life-threatening burns (no character death)

Chapter Summary:

“你知道什麽是知音嗎？” “Do you understand what it means to know the sound of one’s voice?”

“我知道。我一直都在聼。” “I do. I’ve been listening all along.”

Zuko and Aang come to an understanding.

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Work Summary: Written for Zukaang Week 2021 Day 4: Ba Sing Se AU, and Masks (SFW). In which Azula doesn’t overcome the Kyoshi warriors and infiltrate Ba Sing Se from the inside; Jet doesn’t attack Zuko at the tea shop until later; and so the whole latter half of season 2 doesn’t happen as planned. Instead, Zuko gets to live a somewhat okay life as a tea server and Fire prince in exile. Meanwhile, in between searching for Appa, building a zoo, and making Joo Dee question her career choice, Aang stumbles into a role as an opera singer in the Upper Ring, and Zuko is captivated by his performance. Heavily influenced by Beijing opera and specifically the 2020 Chinese drama Winter Begonia.

💖: my Zukaang master post

💛: my AO3

💚: my Ko-Fi

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傷跡とフラクタル / scars and fractals zukaang week 2021 day two | ソウルメイト / soulmate

湖や暑さを惜しむ雲の峰 above the lake, resenting the heat, are the thunderclouds 稲妻を待つたよりかな expecting lightning to pay a visit 稲妻にさとらぬ人の貴さよ how admirable it is, to see lightning and not think that life is fleeting

— matsuo bashō / 松尾 芭蕉

I was wondering if you'd allow me to use your fanart as my phone's wallpaper. I promise I won't use it in a commercial way, it's iust that I love your Zukaang fanart!

aaaak fellow jonghyunie stan ♡♡♡ yes yes my dear of course! you can use my fanart as wallpaper!

i try to make my drawings fit phone and dekstop resolution since i use them for my own wallpaper/lockscreen as well, and am absolutely grateful for your appreciation of my works 🌼

so sorry for my late ass reply this almost got buried with several personal answers/ask in my inbox 🥺