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“this ship isn’t canon” to YOU. I, however, am delusional

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Azula Respected Mai The Most

I just saw another Reddit comment saying Azula wasn’t friends with Mai and mostly only cared about Ty Lee. And I just gotta say…

I respectfully disagree.

The Boiling Rock proves Mai meant a lot to Azula.

First, Mai publicly commits treason and betrays the Fire Nation and Azula.

What does Azula do? Order the guards away and gives Mai a chance to explain herself. She even says “I never expected this from you” and “you of all people know the consequences”. Put a pin in that for a moment.

Giving a traitor who just publicly and flagrantly betrayed you and your nation to help an even worse traitor to your nation (Zuko, who on a personal level hurt both Mai and Azula by doing so) a chance to explain themselves is already significant. But even moreso is the fact that Azula doesn’t make a single move to harm Mai until Mai purposely and effectively hits Azula’s trauma weak point like the master marksman she is.

When Mai says “I guess you don’t know people as well as you think you do” this is already an insult. She’s putting down Azula’s intelligence and manipulation skills, things Azula clearly takes pride in. And yet despite how insulting that is, Azula still waits for Mai to explain herself. Even as Mai throws that barb at her, Azula wants to hear her out. Until Mai throws the even worse insult right at Azula’s weak point.

“I love Zuko more than I fear you” isn’t a statement of Mai being afraid really. It’s Mai throwing a powerful dig at Azula’s biggest fear and trauma, the one Azula tried to dismiss during The Beach with a joke to avoid showing her own vulnerability: Azula fears that Ursa hated and feared her but loved Zuko. It’s why during the mirror scene, a grief stricken and emotionally volatile Azula bitterly says to the hallucination of Ursa “even you fear me”.

Only then does Azula get triggered enough to lash out in return. Mai was only capable of hurting her so much precisely because Azula loves and trusts Mai so much, and precisely because Mai knew what to say to hurt her.

Even so, Azula does the forms for fire, not lightning. And after she is chi-blocked, Azula orders both Ty Lee and Mai jailed, not executed or banished despite having every right to do so since they just publicly committed treason against the Fire Nation.

See the quick strike? It’s more like when she attacks Iroh in The Chase with blue fire:

Lightning, by comparison, always has a wind up for her. Even when comet-boosted or otherwise.

Remember Azula’s line we put a pin in? Let’s go back to it now. Why does Azula say “I never expected this from you” and “you of all people”. What is the significance here?

We know Azula is a perfectionist. She can’t stand a single hair out of place. This informs her frustration with Zuko and Ty Lee, both whom she adores, but whom are constantly failing to stay in their place and play their role. Zuko messes up, gets himself banished. Ty Lee runs away and joins the circus. What does Azula do? Endeavor to use any means necessary to bring them back into the fold. It sounds crazy, but from her perspective, she’s helping them shape up.

But Mai? She’s different. Mai knows her place. She knows what’s expected of her. She says herself that she learned to be quiet and still so as not to risk her dad’s political career. She hates it and searches for any excuse to leave her stifling expectations at home, but she only does this in an acceptable way: when ordered by the princess to join her on a mission for the Fire Nation.

This is why Azula is especially shocked. Because of all people, Azula thought Mai was the only one of her friends who understood their duty to the nation and wasn’t a colossal fuck up.

Azula may be more affectionate with Ty Lee, but she definitely respected Mai more.

And I think the fandom doesn’t give their fascinating relationship or how it breaks down enough credit.

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Huskerdust H/C Fic

It was a truly ridiculous time of the morning – closer to sunrise than to midnight – when the front door to the hotel opened and Angel stumbled in, looking like the exhausted and battered remnants of a very bad night.  He closed the door behind himself and leaned back against it, eyes closed and head tipped back as he tried to make the entire world stop spinning around him.  Colors and light were hurting his eyes.  He could hear a constant low-level whine in his ears.  His entire body throbbed like a giant bruise.

He didn’t even know for sure how he had gotten home from the studio.  The last thing he remembered clearly was being blindfolded with all four of his hands encased in chained cuffs.  One of the other actors had pulled his hair too hard and Angel had pulled away.  The guy had hit him – and Angel’s world had gone slanted.

He breathed deeply against the door and accepted that, yeah, he most likely had a minor concussion.  Had the guy actually managed to hit him that hard?  It wasn’t the first time Angel had been roughed up during filming.  Hell, it wasn’t the first time he’d been roughed up during filming that week!

“Hey, Angel?  You okay, there, kid?”

Angel jerked to attention and immediately swayed, vision going foggy.  He could feel himself start to go down before his upper arms went around a pair of shoulders, strong paws grabbing the elbows of his second set of arms and holding him upright.  Angel flinched and instinctively pulled back and he was quickly released, which helped bring him back into the moment.  He wouldn’t have been released anywhere but the Hazbin Hotel.

He slowly opened his eyes and his vision focused enough to recognize Husk standing in front of him, looking up at him with concern written across his face.

“Why ‘r ya up so late?” Angel asked, slurring his words as his tongue didn’t want to cooperate.

Husk reached out and touched Angel’s elbow again, and now that Angel knew who was the one with paws on him he let Husk guide him away from the door.

The cat had a bit of a blush around the muzzle as he admitted, “I waited up for you.  I wasn’t counting on you getting back this late, though.”  Husk paused and then said, “You look like a mess.”

“I think I have a concussion,” Angel told him.  “I don’t remember too much after gettin’ hit….”

Husk swore and grabbed him again now that Angel wasn’t jerking away from his touch.  “All right, baby, come here.”  He pulled at the spider and Angel let him.  He trusted Husk.  Husk wouldn’t hurt him.  Husk would take him somewhere safe.

He blacked out a bit as the cat demon tugged him and then realized that he was laid out on the couch, staring up at the ceiling with his long legs dangling off the side.  “Um.”

“Here, can I touch your legs?”

“Yeah, s’fine,” Angel told him.  Husk carefully grabbed at Angel’s shins and moved his legs up to lay on the couch.  Angel would normally have made some kind of joke.  He knew that his legs were his best feature (as long as no one got a glimpse of his feet).  But even through the fog he remembered that Husk didn’t like when Angel threw passes at him.  And honestly he was in no shape to do anything if the cat did take him up on it.

Husk moved up closer to him and said, “Eyes on me for a second, Angel.”

He blinked slowly and tipped his head toward Husk.  “Huh?”

“Yeah, your pupils don’t look right,” Husk said, sighing.  “All right, kid.  We’ll take care of you.”

Angel snorted quietly and said, “I’ve done scripts that started a little bit like that before.”  He paused and added, “Not for a long time, though.  Val doesn’t take care of me anymore.”

“I know, baby.”  Husk shook his head.  “Close your eyes so the light doesn’t bother them.  And don’t try to move.  I’m getting some stuff to help.”

Angel had zero desire to move ever again, honestly.  Every time he did, it set the world to spinning and that was highly unpleasant.  He lay there on the couch, feeling like he was floating in the air but in a bad way.  He couldn’t feel anything solid underneath him, even though he knew logically that there was.

He didn’t know how long he’d been left to lay there, but eventually he felt his eyes start to tear up.  He didn’t want to be alone when he felt like this.  Which was so strange to him; Angel had always retreated and licked his wounds alone, hiding his weakness behind a grin and an inuendo.

“Hey, no, don’t do that, baby,” Husk scolded as he returned.  “If you start crying, it’s just going to make you feel worse.”

“But it hurts,” Angel sobbed.  He reached out with his second left hand, groping blindly in the air, until he felt the bend of a wing get pushed into his palm.  He curled his fingers around the shape, being careful not to yank the feathers since he remembered when Niffty had accidentally (and, yes, it did genuinely seem to be an accident) yanked a few out and Husk had complained about it stinging.

“What hurts?” Husk asked him.

“Everything.”

“All right, kid.  Can you motion to where on your head you got hit?”

Angel took a long breath, trying to calm down so he would be able to obey Husk’s gentle urging.  He sniffled sadly and raised a hand, making a vague circle around where he recalled the jerk’s fist connecting.  Husk gently moved his hand away then Angel felt the cat move and something soft and cold press against his head.

“Ouch,” he whined.

“I know, baby,” Husk soothed.  “But we’ve got to ice it to make sure there’s no swelling.”

“Okay.”  Angel lightly squeezed Husk’s wing, still careful.  Husk treated him real good, and Angel didn’t want to hurt him, even if it was on accident.

He laid there with his eyes closed, feeling the coldness of the ice pack seep into the skin and soothe away some of the burning ache where the jerk’s fist had made contact.  Husk continued to make low shushing sounds as Angel fussed, and Angel listened to his low voice, felt that familiar comforting presence.

But as the pain in his head receded just a bit, Angel slowly became aware of everything else on his body that was just not right.

“Husky?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“My stomach is really not happy.”

“All right, one hand up to hold your ice pack.”

Angel raised one of his upper arms slowly, taking over holding it.  Then he felt Husk slide a hand behind his shoulders and slowly ease him off of the couch cushions.  The world lurched again but no where near as violently as it had before.  Angel kept his eyes closed to combat the dizziness until he was sat up a bit, his upper body shifted to lean against Husk.

“Here.”

Angel cracked one eye open and saw that Husk had put one of the cleaning buckets under him so that if he threw up it wouldn’t make a mess.  Angel really really didn’t want to be sick, but he appreciated that Husk was prepared for it.

“I’m not sure if I’ll puke or not,” Angel admitted.

“That’s fine, legs.  You can sit for a moment to see what your stomach does.”

Angel nodded and leaned even more against Husk, letting the grumpy old cat hold him up.  He could feel the places they were pressed together – his upper shoulder against Husk’s chest, his head leaning in the crook of Husk’s neck.  There were spots where the fur on Angel’s upper and lower right arms rubbed against the bare fur of Husk’s torso around the straps of his suspenders.  The fur rubbing sent tingles racing from those points of contact, raising goosebumps on Angel’s skin in a good way and tickling him just a little.

“Think I’m okay,” Angel managed after a moment when he decided that his stomach had temporarily stopped its revolt.

Husk shifted and then Angel felt the bar-cat gently pushing the fluff of hair out of his face, stroking it back.  “All right.  Can you have some medicine and water while you’re sitting up?”

“I think so.”

Husk shifted a bit and Angel moved with him, not willing to sit up on his own.  He could hear the high-pitched rattle of the medicine bottle and winced as that noise pierced through his aching head, but he moved his lower arm and focused on the way Husk’s fur pulled at his own (one of these days he would get the grumpy gambler to use fur conditioner, Angel swore it.)

“Here, baby.”

“I don’t wanna open my eyes again,” Angel whined.

“Then hold your hand out and I can give it to you.”

Angel moved a little but then decided that he didn’t want to do that either.  He opened his mouth, extending his tongue just a bit, wanting Husk to put it in his mouth instead of in his hand.

“Are you kidding me right now?” Husk grumbled.

Angel hummed sweetly and said, “I don’t feel well.  Be nice.”

Husk huffed and Angel waited several seconds to see what he would do.  He was about to give up – he wanted to tease Husk a little but wasn’t in the mood for anything drawn out – when Angel felt a light pressure on his tongue.

“I spoil you,” Husk told him.

Angel made a soft happy noise and pulled his tongue back, feeling the pain pill Husk had given him.

“You have to help with the water, though.”

He agreeably raised his lower left arm and fumbled through the air until he felt the cool surface of the glass under his fingers.  Husk helped him raise it up and Angel took a long gulp of water, washing down the medicine and some of the lingering nausea eeking up the back of his throat.

“Thanks, kitty,” he said when he finally let the glass go.

“Happy to help, brat.”  Husk took the glass away from him then shifted Angel’s weight and had him pull the ice pack away.  “You’ve got a little egg, but you should be okay.  Any other injuries we need to worry about?”

Angel slowly took a mental inventory of himself.  “I hurt a lot of other places, but nothing that won’t heal up.”

“All right, baby.  Come on – let’s get you into bed.  Concussions need to make sure they get enough sleep.”

“Mmhmm,” Angel muttered.  He moved to try to get up but then groaned as the world shifted.  “Nope.  I’m sleeping here.”

Husk heaved out a deep sigh and then Angel felt Husk’s arm settle more heavily around his shoulders.  Then he squeaked when he felt Husk’s other arm nudging against his knees.

“Husk?”

“Don’t squirm or I’ll drop you and you’ll end up in worse shape.”

Angel smiled and pressed his face further into Husk’s neck as he was picked up from the couch.  Husk was actually really strong.  Angel had seen him hauling bins of dirty bar glasses and cases of liquor without much struggle.  Angel was probably a bit more awkward to carry considering how lanky he was, but he curled himself up as best he could to make it easier for Husk to wrap his arms around him and carry him.

Angel could feel the way his body shifted as Husk carried him across the lobby and then up the stairs.  He didn’t say anything, just kept his pleased smile pressed against Husk’s neck.  He could feel when they stopped and reached out with his lower left hand, fumbling until he felt the doorknob he assumed was his own and twisting it to open the door.

He heard the soft snuffling and quiet squeals of Fat Nuggets as someone else came into Angel’s bedroom carrying the loyal pig’s master.  Angel managed to turn his head and opened his eyes then extended a lower arm, giving the pig a few pats on the head.

“It’s all right, Nuggsy,” Angel cooed.  “We know Husk.  He’s our friend, right?”

“Careful so I don’t drop you on him or accidentally kick him,” Husk warned.  Angel pulled his arm up and felt the way Husk moved more slowly, easing his steps forward so that he didn’t end up with a porcine pet underfoot.

Angel peeked and saw as they approached his bed then felt the careful way Husk lowered his weight to lay him down.

“You okay to sleep in your makeup tonight?” Husk asked him.

“Uh-huh.”  It would be a pain to have to deal with it in the morning – as well as whatever else was surely caked into his fur – but Angel knew there was no way he was going to be able to do anything but quickly fall asleep now that he was on familiar sheets and pillows.

Husk reached a paw out and gently stroked Angel’s hair back, expression a bit soft as the two of them looked at each other.  “You’ll be all right,” Husk told him.  Angel didn’t know if Husk meant from only the blow to the head or in general, but he wanted to believe the older demon’s words.  It might take a long time for Angel to be truly all right, but he was trying.

Husk moved to lean down and scooped up Fat Nuggets, depositing him on the sheets.  The pig immediately scrambled up the sheets to give Angel some piggy kisses, his little tongue on the fur at Angel’s cheeks.  Angel smiled and raised a hand to curl around his beloved pet.

“I’ll let you get some sleep, kid,” Husk said.

But Angel didn’t want him to go.  He wanted Husk to stay and help him feel safe and cared for and like someone that mattered.  He reached out a lower hand and snagged onto Husk’s wrist before the cat could leave.

“Stay,” he whispered quickly, gently tugging on Husk.  “Don’t go.”

Husk sighed.  “Angel….”

“I don’ mean like that.  I just don’t wanna be alone right now,” Angel admitted.

For several long seconds Husk didn’t say anything.  Angel, feeling the sting of being rejected hurt far worse, actually, than his various injuries, released Husk’s wrist and turned onto his side, curling himself around Fat Nuggets. 

He should have known better, Angel thought to himself.  He had been trying to be so good with Husk, trying to behave himself, but Angel was a mess on his best days and would inevitably screw it up again.

He heard shuffling and figured Husk was leaving.  Angel would be all right, or at least so he told himself.  He would wrap himself around Fat Nuggets and cry a bit even though Husk had told him not to and pretend he was fine in the morning.  He was really, really good at pretending he was fine in the morning…

But then the bed shifted and Angel felt Husk sidle up against him, moving awkwardly across the sheets until he was spooned around Angel’s larger form.  “You have more elbows than I’m used to working around, so if you elbow me in the ribs or kick me with those long legs I’m taking it out of your fur.”

“The fur is sacred,” Angel said after a minute of trying to find his voice.  He hadn’t expected this.  He’d thought Husk might pull a chair over or sleep on the floor, either stretched out or half-leaning on the side of the bed.  But this was so much more than he’d dared to hope for.  This was warmth and comfort and care and connection and a dozen other things that Angel had forgotten existed.

Short but strong arms wrapped around him and Angel wiggled back, fitting them together as best he could.  It wasn’t a perfect fit with how much taller Angel was than Husk, but it felt perfect to him.  That kitty nose pressed to the back of his neck.  The way Husk’s breath rustled his fur.  The press of knees into the backs of his thighs.

He sighed and relaxed, pulling Fat Nuggets close to his own chest.  He really, really wanted to sleep, and now he definitely felt like he could.  “Night, Husk.  And thank you.”

“Anything for you, baby.”

#more people should know of this #this is beautiful

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Go read "Guardian Angel" now. Type "alyah.patane" on Insta. Blake Roman recently got sent a link to the story, I'm so happy for this girl you can't even imagine😭

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Understanding Stolas is easy, it's expected. Understanding Blitz is horrifying and makes you sad. Understanding both makes you want to dropkick both of them while screaming "FUCKING COMMUNICATE"

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Parallels.

I'm not ok.

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Abt my current mental state

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Slang Education Day

{Part 1} {Part 2}

Imagining Alastor and his Great Depression ass trying to comprehend internet terms is hilarious to me.

I used the LITERAL list that Amir Talai posted on his Insta of ACTUAL terms he had to Google bc of the HH fandom 😂😭. (but same bc I also didn’t know what half these terms meant 🫠)

That man is so unhinged he truly is Alastor irl

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You know, I really don’t think Ozai would like it if Azula called Zuko “Zuzu” right in front of him. I feel like it would be too informal and familial for him, too loaded with multiple potential meanings. It’s interesting to note that Zuko and Azula not infrequently call Ozai “Dad” when he’s not around, but always seem to call him “Father” to his face.

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Stolitz nation how are we feeling because personally I think I'm in need of urgent fanon fluff intervention. That or I need to lie on the dirt and become one with the worms

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i can’t wait to see some more backstory and/or closure for verosika and blitzø

this clip from the trailer seems like verosika’s hand holding the knife? that is chopping off a fake blitzø head while verosika shouts “you are so shitty!” (presumably at blitzø)

followed by this clip and blitzø shouting back that “we live in hell, everyone’s shitty”

blitzø is justifies his own shitty behavior by claiming that that’s just the way everyone is in hell. but that doesn’t diminish the fact that even demons have free will to make better choices and that all choices have consequences

i am so struck by the fact that these two dated in the past but verosika hasn’t been able to move on. i don’t get the vibe that either of them were very good for each other, but the prt that interests me the most is how neither of them have moved on

blitzø hasn’t moved on because he hates himself. so he disses verosika’s ability to seduce people (which is her job as a succubus) to his coworkers and actively challenges her in Spring Broken. verosika hasn’t moved on because she hates blitzø. so she disses his abilities in bed in front of everyone in Ozzie’s, which was a huge deal there because good sex is important in the lust ring. and not to mention it was in front of stolas

i wonder if part of blitzø’s healing process this season will be him moving on from verosika in some way. maybe he can learn to make reparations for her, maybe he will learn to forgive himself, or maybe he will even see that both of them were at fault in this relationship

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‘they told me you didn’t wanna see me’

‘and no one told me you came’

Viv, please. I’m in agony😭

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In the trailers, Blitzø is wearing the same outfit he has during The Full Moon and when we see him with Fizz, and the song starts in the morning, so I think he's going to see Fizz before seeing Stolas

And you know what? I'm so excited at the possibility that we might have Blitzø visiting Fizz during The Full Moon bcuzz, let me tell you, with all of this

You can NOT tell me that Fizz would LOVE to help Blitzø get ready for his 'date.' It could just be a regular day out, but until the ep drops, I'm headcanoning that Blitzø was goig to Fizz for advice. And Fizz must've been ESTATIC. It's gonna be like in those teen romcoms when the protagonists friends find out that they wanna ask their crush out, so they go overboard with planning and outfits and all that.

I bet the candle and suit was Fizz's idea. I mean, the suit looks like something Fizz would own.

Honestly, I love the idea of Fizz being a Stolitz shipper. DESPERATE FOE THIS EPISODE IF THE RELEASE DATE IS ANYRHING PASSED THE 20TH I WILL CRY

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Okay, if my theory is correct, imagine how Blitzø feels in this moment

He's excited to see Stolas. It's been months and even though it's hard to admit it, he misses him. He was so worried when he was in the hospital. He just wants to see him again. And he invited him over! Stolas doesn't want him gone! This is so exciting! He got a special outfit, and he went with Fizz to go prepare and get advice. He even got him a gift, like Stolas does for him!

Maybe things can go back to normal. Maybe he can go back to... pretending that everything is fine. Maybe he can believe that Stolas sees him as worth something.

But now, Stolas wants him gone. This wasn't something to celebrate; Stolas was telling him that he no longer wants him, and he's hiding it as a gift. Like it's some sort of favor! What, is he just giving him the Asmodean crystal to make himself feel better? God, he should've known. He should've known that this would happen, that he would drop him when it got too inconvenient. God, how could he be so stupid? To believe thar a rich, powerful prince could see him as worth something?

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he finally looked his way

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THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT + literary references (part 2)

(sources: loml, I hate it here, the albatross, so high school, thank you aimee, clara bow)

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I really want to highlight a couple of the doodles on Blitzø's calendar rn

The first one being this:

So first off we got a lineup up of very cheerful dicks coming down from a rainbow. And these dicks are running to a derpy adorable doodle of Stolas. He even provided an arrow for clarification. It's so whimsical and joyful of an image.

And then we also get this:

Which is a doodle of Stolas being happy and cheering at the point on the calendar saying MOON in fully capital letters and with a big circle.

All of this is just showing pure excitement and joy. it like genuinely warms my heart a little.

Like Blitzø really seems to enjoy and look forward to his time with Stolas! These are just so adorable I had to talk about them a little.