#Tylee

[alpyguo]

Thank you for this delicious food mother buff lee rights

EAT THIS TOO

(Au where Azula is the absolute FN QUEEN and Tylee is jealous of her servants.

The only sequel i need tbh)

[zelfantazy]

Azulaang🎧🎶APT. ⚡️what do you think🤘🏻

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[umbrum77]

Azula: katara helped me realize I was gay.

Tylee: that bitch took my job

[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

[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

[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.

[flamesofkaiya]

Ty Lee Joins the Circus Pages 7-23

[muttybx]

Zuko x Ty Lee

Suggested artwork

[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

[alpyguo]

Azula as mafia WOMAN … THIS ADULT LOOK I GAVE HER THO

[zelfantazy]

🪨🔥intense match😎the fire nation won an autograph😱What do you think?

I drew this commission idea for (Wombatking)

[umbrum77]

Tylee: ok if you feel like you are getting upset just squeeze my hand.

Azula: ok

Zuko: hey azula did you have time to look over this letter from the nobles.

Azula:

Tylee: Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

[bellatrixobsessed1]

A Palm Full Of Petals

Summary: Azula is the only one who can save TyLee. But Azula can't do it. It isn't her fault. She swears that it isn't.

Note: Quick little one shot because I haven't written for Azula in a while.

She didn’t mean for it to happen

And it certainly isn’t her fault.

Really it is the byproduct of something else.

A butterfly effect. An unintentional consequence.

The rendering ugly of something beautiful. 

Even when Azula is being kind she is somehow being cruel. 

Her happiness always comes at a cost.

And this time someone else pays it. 

Someone innocent and pure and kind.

Someone who used to have big doe eyes and an enthusiastic smile. Someone who used to be vibrant and bright. 

Azula runs her fingers through Katara’s lovely hair—it smells like the ocean that she has just emerged from—and TyLee loses a little more of her color. Grows a little more frail. Azula’s lips graze Katara’s ear and TyLee’s eyes lose that much more of their shimmer. 

TyLee steals peeks from afar and Azula wishes that she would stop torturing herself. She had always imagined that it would be her. She that would curl up on the ground, clutching her middle and coughing up petals until her sides ache. 

But it is TyLee. 

TyLee, who could have her pick of any boy or girl in the Fire Nation. 

TyLee who has decided to waste her affections on someone who can’t return them. 

They had tried it before and it hadn’t worked out. It wasn’t the right time. Azula wasn’t in the right space. She still had so much to figure out on her own. She had only ever broken TyLee and she thinks that the two of them would only hurt each other. Maybe in another lifetime and under different, kinder circumstances. Maybe of TyLee were a bit more brazen. Maybe if she had the same type of bite and fight as Katara…

Katara can handle Azula. 

Can call her out and talk her down when she is acting out of line. 

Can calm her down and cheer her up when the difficult moments come to pass. 

Katara doesn’t know it but she is going to have her work cut out for her fairly soon. Soon when Azula crumbles into a guilt-riddled mess over something that is almost entirely out of her hands. Somehow, in trying to stop hurting TyLee, she has condemned the girl—her own friend—to die. 

She has a sickly pallor about her complexion and her throat is swollen with flora. Bulges in her neck where vines clump and clog, where petals have gotten stuck. Azula wonders where they had come from. Do they grow from a hurting heart or had an especially devious, ill-intended spirit planted them in her lungs. 

And why her?

Why now?

Why when Azula was finally healing and giving TyLee a chance to find someone who could match her spark and perky enthusiasm?

Azula clutches Katara’s hand and tries to ignore the lingering presence in the treeline.

She glances up.

Just briefly. 

But briefly is enough.

She watches TyLee gasp and cough and choke. 

Sees the splotches of blood that glue the petals to her palm.

But Azula can’t do a thing about it.

Azula can’t help that she loves someone else.

[theactualmandy]

Spreading some Tophlee propaganda this pride month.

[mizuchiwolf]

"I'll let you peruse my vast collection on one condition. To prove your worth as scholars, you have to contribute some worthwhile knowledge."