The care and feeding of your Azula

As you may have guessed by my repeated whinging references, I've been blocked on my Avatar Big Bang for a few weeks. Azula is just not the kind of character who responds well to emotional crises, even very small ones. (Small ones may be the worst, in fact. If it's a big one, there's always the option of a psychotic breakdown!)

Anyway, I seem to have finally gotten through it. Tip: if your Azula is feeling down, oppressing some peasants is sure to put a smile back on her face!

This led to what is effectively an outtake from the fic. I didn't even get as far as writing it, but it amused me enough to draw it.

( This is probably why all Toph's friends think dating Azula is a bad idea. )

Cats, man.

This is probably the least flattering pictures of myself that I have ever posted online. But I think it's necessary in order to convey why eating edamame has unexpectedly turned into a challenge.


[Description: three pictures from a webcam, depicting me (wearing my pyjamas and looking cranky) trying to eat edamame while the cat watches closely in the hope that I'm going to let him have some.]

Not depicted: the moments where Harvey stuck his paw and face in my bowl, then dug his claws into my breast when I tried to shift him.  Harvey, we went through this last week: edamame makes you vomit.  Cat vomit is gross.  Therefore, you are not allowed to eat edamame.

(And I wasn't actually cranky when that was going on!  Just slightly bemused!  But since my default expression is Chronic Bitchface, and no one looks good when they're eating ... yeah.)