#Mai Azula tylee

[jetsgirlie]

My beautiful Mai doll from Avatar: The Last Airbender (Netflix) I LOVE HER SO MUCH and I worked so hard on her. She is so cuteeeeeeeeee. I love Mai dearly and she is just perfect. Ahhhhhhhhhhh now I have cartoon Mai’s and live action Mai! My life is better (for now!). I was suffering serious burn out, but Mai helped me feel a lot better 😭😭😭😭. Idk what it is about Mai. I love her and she deserves all the love! Thalia Tran is so amazing too! But we can’t forget our other Queen Cricket Leigh Mai too!!!!!! I love Mai. I’m done yapping.

[lujinarchive]

Fire nation kids❤️❤️

[samtamdan]

[umbrum77]

azula: how do i tell tylee i love her? mai(sighs): hey tylee azula loves you! azula: why would you do that!?! mai: im a busy woman. i aint got time for some slow burn bullshit

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Petal By Petal

Summary: Azula is trying to feel like herself again. Mai and TyLee take her on a picnic.

Mai watches dragonflies. Azula counts the spaces between the cattails that surround the pond. TyLee skips stones. Azula counts the rigglets on the pond. 

The world around smells like damp moss and burnt wood, the best of all of the elements. Azula digs her fingers into the soft dirt and hopes that she won’t find any worms. She doesn’t think that she is digging deep enough to worry about the things that wriggle. She finds it to be rather dull, their trips to the pond. But maybe that’s what she needs. Duller days.

“This is a red swampdragon. It’s a dragonfly that favors ponds and, of course, swamps.” Mai explains. “But they also like creeks…”

It’s kind of nice to hear her talk about things that interest her, she hadn’t done much of that when they were out chasing Zuzu and the Avatar. Mai says that it is nice to have someone to talk to—that Zuko listens, adds his input, and insists that he is intrigued. But she can tell that he’s not all that interested, that he seems to be a bit squeamish about bugs. 

Azula is interested enough. She likes learning new things.

“And the bug by your hand…”

Azula jerks her hand back.

“...is completely harmless, it’s a firefly-grasshopper. When they jump, their bulbs glow. People usually confuse them for firefly-crickets.” Mai takes a seat next to Azula and holds her finger out, waiting for the firefly-grasshopper to crawl or leap onto her finger. 

Azula looks away from Mai to where TyLee busies herself chasing a moth-mantis. 

“Here, why don’t you try to hold it.” 

Azula rubs her lips together. “I…well. I suppose. Just don’t let it hop onto my face.”

“That’s not up to me.” Mai says as she holds the grasshopper firefly out.

“I thought that these were nocturnal.” Azula touches her pointer to Mai’s. 

“Nope. You’re thinking of the firefly-crickets.”

“Then what do they have bulbs for?”

Mai is more than delighted to explain. “To ward off predators. The flash their bulbs when a predator gets too close and if the predator is something like an arachnid it will be temporarily blinded.”

Azula nods. “Fascinating.” Her tone falls a bit flat, but she does mean it. She hopes that Mai understands that. But she is still tired sometimes, still worn out and…

And sometimes she wonders if she will ever truly feel like herself again.

She wonders if Mai and TyLee will start to get sick or bored of her by the time she does.

She knows that she probably shouldn’t be poking at the firefly-grasshopper if she doesn’t want it hopping onto her face, but she is curious about how that little bulb feels. 

“Hey look! I found a ladybee!” TyLee calls. Azula wishes that she could muster up a fraction of that enthusiasm. 

“You should probably leave that alone if you don’t want to get stung.” Azula says. 

“Ladybees don’t sting.” Mai replies. “Bumblebees might sting you but only if you bother them.”

TyLee giggles. “They’re like you, Azula!”

Azula cracks a smile. “Yeah, I guess. Maybe.” She reaches for the small pitcher of dandelion wine that rests on their picnic blanket. It sits next to the plate of watermelons that she had cautioned TyLee to cover up before the ants that now crawl over it could get to it. Azula sighs, she guesses that she won’t be having any more watermelon slices.

“Want another glass?”

“No thanks.”

She probably shouldn’t have one either, she would hate to have Mai or TyLee have to drag her home clumsy and stumbling. She pours herself only a half a glass. She doesn’t want to be like her grandfather anymore than just her name. 

“Rough day?” Mai asks.

Azula shakes her head. No rougher than any other day. All things considered it has been a pretty good day. She shouldn’t be so glum. “It’s a fine day. I guess that I’m just…” trying to claw her way back up. She climbs excruciatingly slowly. 

TyLee plops down next to her and takes her hand. She gives it a squeeze. The firefly-grasshopper propels itself off of her other hand and right onto her head. She jerks and goes rigid. “Mai! Remove the insect from my head!” 

Mai chuckles. 

She grimaces. She can feel its little legs shifting strands of her hair. Through gritted teeth and in a pitch a touch higher than she’d like she says, “Mai…”

“I know, I’ve got it.” 

And she does. She gently untangles the firefly-grasshopper from Azula’s hair and returns it to the grass.

“I didn’t realize that you were scared of bugs.” Mai lifts a brow. 

“I’m not afraid of them, I just don’t like them in my hair or on my face or…” She might be a little afraid of bugs.

“I think that the ladybees are cute. The caterpillars too! Oh and that caterpillbugs.”�� TyLee declares. 

Azula has yet to figure out which ones are the caterpillars and which are the caterpillbugs. She wonders how long of hanging out with Mai it had taken TyLee to begin to identify them without having to ask Mai. Not that Azula minds asking. In fact it makes conversation easier when she finds that words aren’t coming to her very readily. 

She leans herself upon Mai’s shoulder and TyLee leans against hers. They stay like that for quite a while watching the clouds drift by. It feels kind of like the old days. When they were kids on the playground of the Academy. A breeze rustles the grass and for a moment she can pretend like it has always been like this. That there hadn’t been anything between their playground days and this moment. That she hadn’t been so lost and so alone for so long. That her her heart and mind haven’t been bruised and bandaged, hemorrhaging and then stitched. Sometimes she fears that the wounds won’t heal and that her soul will be covered in bandages for the rest of her days. She squeezes Mai and TyLee’s hands. The clouds float on by, untroubled. 

And then shades of pink and orange begin to appear on the horizon. 

“Ready to go home, bumblebee?” Mai nudges her.

And Azula manages a laugh. A light, lilting thing.

The sound of it is unfamiliar even to her, she hasn’t made it in quite a while. 

TyLee is beaming from ear to ear. Mai smiles too. She holds out her hand and helps Azula to her feet. And Azula helps TyLee to hers. 

“I’ll shake out the blanket.” Azula says. “But I’m not touching that ant infested plate.”

“That is TyLee’s job.” Mai side the woman in question. “We told her to cover that plate up.” 

TyLee gives a mock pout but makes her way over to the plate and dumps the ants and their watermelon slices into the tall grass for the animals to eat. Azula shakes out and neatly folds the blanket before tucking it back into the picnic basket. Mai loads the uneaten food and some utensils on top of that. The three of them scan the grass for anything that they might have left behind.

TyLee takes Azula’s left hand and Mai takes her right.

And they begin their hike back to the palace, three silhouettes against a sunset. 

“Today was nice.” She muses aloud. 

She feels a bit better. A bit lighter.

“Yeah.” Mai agrees. 

“We can do it again next week.” TyLee says.

“I would like that.” Azula nods. 

“Are you going back to the flower shop with Mai?”

Azula nods. “Where will you be?”

“Here and there.” TyLee replies. It is a very TyLee answer. “But I’ll be sure to be here and not there by next week.”

They reach the flower shop in what seems to her like such a short time. And TyLee is pecking both she and Mai on the cheek and makes a third promise to show up bright and early a week from now.  Mai tells her that bright and midafternoon would work just fine too. 

Azula laughs again. 

Sometimes she doesn’t have much to add to the conversation. 

But she is alright with that. She just likes hearing their voices and being surrounded by people again.

She and Mai watch TyLee disappear down the road where several Kyoshi Warriors meet her. 

“Tea?” Mai offers.

Azula nods. Mai doesn’t have to ask. They always check on the flowers and then take tea before bed. The routine helps. Little by little, petal by petal, outing by outing, and laugh by laugh, Mai and TyLee help her piece herself back together.

[zukkaart]

A brief summary of the most popular A:tLA ships

Kataang: the definition of a power couple

Sokkla: The mental image alone is lethal, unironically the sexiest ship

Zukka: grumpy x sunshine trope at its finest

Mailee: black cat x golden retriever (yes there’s a difference)

Azulaang: pure unfiltered comedic potential

Sukka: walk him like a dog sis walk him like a dog

Jetko: which one will end up dead? Tune in next week to find out

Zutara: enemies to lovers with so much angst you need to just have your emotional support snack in hand

Tyzula: me and the bad bitch I pulled by being mentally ill

Taang: one is a pacifist and the other is entirely unhinged- the world would burn

Maiko: that relationship you have in middle school with your “best friend” before you realize you’re both gay

Yukka: the single most heartbreaking ship in existence

Azutara: two chronically jealous and lethal women? no one would leave that wedding alive

Yueki: they never met but this is somehow entirely plausible

Yuetara: princess x savior trope but in the cute way not the toxic way

[darkprince1110]

Art is not mine got off of Pinterest credit to the original artist 

Azula Mai Tylee  goth witch one do any of you want? In the upcoming story, I’m going to do.

[fever19]

Writing a modern au kazula/azutara fic I still haven’t decided if I’ll post it here or on ao3 (lmk what u prefer) will be out in a few days so stay tuned here’s a little summary.

After almost 4 years since they last saw each other Azula runs into Katara by the elevator in her floor surprisingly she was more shocked by the small figure holding Katara’s hand than the person that ran out of the club 4 years ago and never came back, Katara returned to republic city for the first time since she graduated from law school working in the southern water tribe was a bit slow for her liking but she never imagined she would move across the hall from her past acquaintance.

- CEO Azula, Lawyer Katara, they have a past, a little misunderstandings on both parties cuz they’re stupid af, awkward Azula, both are lesbians cuz I said so, ft toddler kya, a bit of mutual pining but something big changes that👀

No bending

[lanjunlazy]

全员黑暗森林探险 （万圣节的图填上了！）

这图真的好长一条哈哈哈哈

[andriuss8-blog]

cast avatar complete season 2 Netflix

[theladysilvermoon]

Avatar the Last Airbender graphic novels - Paperback omnibus versions

[samtamdan]

[umbrum77]

Azula and katara sitting in the garden, laughing and holding hands.

Tylee watches from a distance.

Mai: you ok?

Tylee: I'm happy for azula but how could she chose katara over me?! I should have told her how I felt.

Mai: meh fuck them both.

Tylee: oh! Good idea! (Runs over to them)

Mai: that's not what I meant...oh you're already starting wow.

[soyunmago]

*au where yue didn't became a spirit and goes with the gang*

Aang is succesfully cought by the dangerous ladys

Yue: azula entiende! El mundo no puede vivir sin él avatar!

Azula: Y yo, princesa, no puedo vivir sin usted!

Yue: eh?

Azula: cásese conmigo y le devuelvo al avatar >:3

Yue: y si me niego?

Azula: le zampo un rayo :3

Yue: u-usted... me ama tanto?

Azula: más aun, princesa

Yue: ¡ah! No sabia... que aun existían seres capaces de amar de esa manera~

Yue: sin embargo, no podría aceptar así nada más

Azula: :c?

Yue: primero tendra que llevarme a una cita~

Azula: :D

Psdt: "zampo" en mi país es arrojar o atacar con violencia a lo que sea, lo digo porque busque y parece ser que tiene un significado bastante diferente en otros lugares.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Grifola Frondosa

Summary: On a camping trip gone wrong, Azula, Mai, and TyLee's skin turns to bark and begins growing mushrooms.

Warnings: Body horror, fungus, no happy end

Their skin turned to bark first. It had been quite painful. 

But the three of them had since gotten used to it, stopped feeling it. 

Now and then the pain comes back, spikes right up. Usually when a new mushroom sprouts.

It usually happens to Azula first and then to Mai and TyLee sprouts last. Azula lifts her right hand, to inspect it. She wonders how long she will be able to use it for. TyLee only has her left hand. And Mai…

Mai has gotten the worst of it, her left hand is fused to TyLee’s right and her right hand is fused to Azula’s left. 

The three of them had made a mistake in holding hands as their skin hardened. 

In their defense there had been a hefty degree of panic. And TyLee almost always craves touch when in distress. They had no reason to believe that the bark would grow from TyLee’s hand and stretch over Mai’s. And dread and quick reflexes had been Azula’s downfall. There hadn’t been a single thought in her head when she reached out to catch Mai’s free hand, not until it was too late to stop her own momentum and retract her own hand. And so it had closed around Mai’s right hand. In trying to prevent Mai from fusing two of her hands to TyLee’s, Azula hand condemned Mai to the fate she was trying to prevent and sealed her own.

Were she not in such pain, she could laugh about it; about how she had been so afraid of losing her friends a second time. Their little camping trip—that had been meant as a way to rekindle their sorry excuse for friendship and get to know each other again—had taken a gloomy turn. Reminiscing had quickly turned into tension; as it would turn out, most memories had been tainted by some type of ulterior motive or negative moment to follow.

It had become abundantly clear that the friendship that they never really had was unsalvageable. 

Azula still yearned for a fresh start. 

Azula didn’t want to be alone again.

And now she never will be.

They can’t run from her now and she can’t run from them. 

At least that have each other. 

She is the diseased limb that they’d like to prune away. 

For the first few days Mai and TyLee had only talked to and consoled one another while Azula lie rigid and wracked with torment as the bark crept its way over her skin. TyLee and Mai had each other to distract each other while their skin changed. Azula had been alone with her thoughts. 

Horrible dark thoughts.

And think she did. Thought about burning through her own arm until it detached. Or walking them over to the pond so that she could set herself on fire and instruct Mai and TyLee to take a swim before they burned away too…

Sometimes she would pretend that Mai’s murmured, “it’s going to be okay, we’ll find a way out of this together” were meant for her too. 

She knew better; Mai never looked at her when speaking. 

Not until she started crying in her waking moments. It had been easy to ignore her when she cried in her sleep. 

When she started mumbling about how it would be alright with her if they did want to saw her off. Not that they’d had an axe or a saw with them. Not that TyLee wouldn’t fuse to an axe’s wooden handle. 

TyLee had asked her if she was scared. 

Azula said that she was. 

She isn’t scared anymore. 

She doesn’t think that Mai and TyLee are either. 

They are all used to it by now.

And, really, it isn’t so bad to sleep under the stars knowing that they won’t be sleeping alone ever again. They tell stories to each other. They sing songs together, every song that they can remember and when they run out of those, they make their own songs.

Mai talks about bugs, she cannot point at them as they fly or crawl by but she can name every single one. Mostly there are dragonflies and beetles. Fireflies are a treat to see and TyLee likes butterflies best. Azula tries not to think about how termites like to burrow into wood. 

They don’t need to eat or to drink, the roots do that for them. The moss that creeps onto and kindly kisses their skin, nurtures them. 

It is okay.

Everything is okay.

Except for when the mushrooms grow.

Azula feels the twitch radiating from the center of her right hand, working its way palm up. That’s how it always starts, at first an incessant tickle and then a few sharp twitches and then the stabbing, flaring pain as the mushroom pushes its way through the skin that has since been covered by a thick layer of bark. Her left hand is wood from the surface to the deepest layers. Her right hand is getting there; soon she won’t be able to flex her fingers but it won’t hurt as much when the mushrooms come through. They won’t have delicate flesh to split and tear, just ridges of bark to fill in.

They are part of the same system but they grow different mushrooms. 

Pleurotus ostreatus for Mai, off white, shaped like Kyoshi fans, and stacked like shelves. Hericium erinaceus for TyLee, a whiter white and quite bulbous with a tubercules that droop like willow reeds.

Grifola frondosa for Azula,with a shape and texture comparable to pinecones it is hard to tell them apart from the bark that they grow from.

Azula grits her teeth hard, but a wince still escapes. And if tears could come to her eyes, they would. She tries not to make a sound, her whimpering tends to upset TyLee. TyLee who hates seeing other people suffer more than she hates feeling her own suffering. 

Mai reminds her that she is strong.

Azula doesn’t feel that way.

“We just have to hang on until…” 

Mai doesn’t finish that statement because she doesn’t know—none of them do—what fate they are waiting for. Is it for the bark to eventually soften become skin again? Is it for the bark to get soggy enough to fall away so that they can peel themselves out of it? Is it for the bark to reach their brains and hearts so that they can finally be free? Is it—

She refuses to let her mind wander to the possibility that they will become all bark except for their brains and hearts and everything else that keeps them alert.

But the more the mushrooms spread, the more inclined Azula is to believe that that is exactly what will happen. She finds that she thinks strange thoughts when she knows that she has gotten herself into a situation that she can’t get herself out of. She could try to come up with a plan, could try to think of a way to call forth a spirit that could help them. But her brain only wants to circle back to one thought. 

One simple, stupid thought;

It is a good thing that Mai loves bugs because they crawl all over her now.

[darkprince1110]

Tylee: what is the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard? I will go first. 

Tylee: fireworks no wait children, giggling

Mai: silence 

Zuko: my moms sing 

Azula: the cracking of flames

Y/n: the sound of my wife’s laughter 

y/n looks at azula and gives her thigh a playful, squeeze 

Azule grits her teeth holding back a giggle 

Azula: also the sound of breaking bones

Azula twists y/n arm 

Y/n grants

Y/n:that to