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gaywithflowers · 9 months

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As a queer who has been an atla fan since it aired

And being still in my 20's

The current fandom discourse is so weird to me

I watched atla on nickelodeon. I still remember watching the s3 finale marathon for an entire weekend (no pausing the TV because that shit didn't exist, so Hello headache from 48 hours of way too much screentime for child me)

And then, I walk into this..."post renaissance atla" thing (and I'm /snickers/ I can't believe you call it that, it's so weird to me) and I find things like:

"Zukka shippers are just straight women with a fetish!!!" "Zuko is absolutely NOT gay coded and never has been!!!!"

And, you know, back then? It hasn't really been that long ago, but fandom wasn't nearly as respected as today, specially not fanfiction, and specially not queer fandom. So queer shipping in the atla fandom was to drag a target on your back for mockery, trolls, and "shut up you stupid woman" vibes

I was never in the Meiko/Zutara/Kataang ship wars, I was supremely uninterested, back then I was a kid who still believed I was cishet (hah, didn't even know the cis thing was optional) but now I realize why that was

That ship war was overwhelmingly heterosexual. Why would I fight over which heterosexual couple was best?

So. The people who shipped zukka or jetko or even tyzula were oddities...not that there were few of them, but they were just yknow "weird people" (and I was a misguided child who didnt get to have education over diversity, because you needed to know the right people to find niche queer spaces -and they were definitely made of people way too old to talk to me-, so I thought the queer shipping was irrational too. Shame on me I guess). Those ships were not attacked because of the characters or the chemistry or the dynamics but because they were queer

So it is interesting to look at this fandom now

(Zuko is totally queer idc what the intention was that guy is not heterosexual and I'm squinting at his gender too)

#atla #my posts #probably some people remember those times differently than I did so I welcome a conversation here #like from older people who already knew they were queer maybe?#fandom spaces and you know just queerness perception itself has changed a lot imo #if you disagree on anything I said dont be mean about it because im a queer with anxiety and I will ignore u thank u

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sirhocuspocusfocus · 1 year

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Oh damn, I made a comic. Tyzula If you squint your eyes. Mailee if you really squint your eyes. Maizulee if you really really squint your eyes. Hot Take: Ty Lee is an excellent an elegant dancer when performing for a circus with a choreography planned, but is a happy disaster when she does it just for fun.

Song: Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom!! by Vengaboys

#avatar the last airbender #Ty Lee #Azula #Mai

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freshtomatoesddd · 3 years

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A TyZula Fanfic i wrote to avoid burnout.

A fanfic inspired by Lewin's Hyperventilation.

Ty Lee has always had difficulty breathing whenever she was mentally or physically overwhelmed, often hyperventilating. When she was a young girl, this was never much of a problem, as her life was comfortable. But as soon as she turned fifteen, her father chose to ship his kids to America for their senior education. As such, Ty Lee arrived in a foreign country with her sisters, realizing her life would never be the same. Having no real way to cope, Ty Lee would often leave home for long stretches of time, doing whatever it was she felt like doing. In high school, however, she fitted in quite well with her spoiled peers. She did so well, Ty Lee was awarded a position in Azula's posse. Confident and well put together, the young girl had difficulty not falling for teenage Azula, and their relationship soon evolved past platonic relations.

Five years later, Ty Lee found herself back in America at some reunion party her father made her attend, stuck in an old bar with people she'd rather not meet again. Mai couldn't come, leaving her with Azula. Through gritted teeth, Ty Lee allowed Azula to follow her back to her hotel, angst following suit. If you're interested, read after the cut off. :p

HYPERVENTILATION

An enigma, that was the best way Ty Lee could describe Azula. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know her, for it was only after high school did they grow out of touch. But graduating did that to people, especially if one made it a point to leave their past behind and start anew, away from the people and environment which brought one so much misery in the first place. And so, Ty Lee questioned why she had agreed to come to the high school reunion, the bar chalk full of people she had wished to never see again. Not that she despised them, she just wished they wouldn’t have showed up. But then again, she knew that it was her fault for accepting the invitation and for actually presenting herself in the stuffy, old looking bar.

A part of her wished she never opened her mail that day, begging and praying that by some miracle she hadn’t seen the invitation sticking out of her mailbox like a sore thumb. But another part of her knew that it was pointless to complain of it now, most definitely after she made the effort to dress herself and show up to an otherwise unremarkable party. It was lively, yes, but Ty Lee saw no need to further rub elbows with her former classmates. She didn’t even bother to drink, as the rather loud and cramped bar hadn’t given her the impression that such an occasion was one to celebrate.

“Why aren’t you drinking?” a voice called out to her.

The brunette looked up; met with the same golden gaze she had grown accustomed to throughout the years—the same person who caused her train of thought in the first place. Azula didn’t bother to drink herself, though she’d never been much of an alcohol enthusiast.

The brunette fiddled her thumbs for a moment, unsure of what to say, nor how to feel. Her juvenile crush had faded, but some feelings still remained. Not passionate by nature, but warm nonetheless... But this wasn’t high school, and Ty Lee soon found her words.

“I guess I just don’t feel like it.” Ty Lee leaned against their booth; eyes still fixed on her former classmate.

“Strange, I assumed you would be one to enjoy the bite of alcohol.”

Ty Lee shrugged, giving Azula a polite smile. “Guess I’m just not feeling it today.”

Azula stared at her for few more moments, Ty Lee counting down the seconds before she turned away. Even after five years, she was the same old intense Azula. But Ty Lee would be lying if she said she hadn’t grown more mature, crimson lipstick running along her lips. She made it a point to look professional, wearing quiet a business-looking pair dress pants and sweater, accompanied with a suit and black watch. How very boring, lacking the distinctly fiery aura Azula once bore back in high school. But along her dull outfit, Ty Lee caught a glimpse of gold on her finger, her ring finger. There was no mistaking it, that was a ring, Ty Lee uncertain how to feel about it.

Of course she’d be married, or at least engaged. Someone of her status and importance would practically be married off by the time they graduated high school, especially with Azula’s rather traditional father. For so long, he insisted she mingle with only the best, most prestigious group of people he chose for her, including her potential spouses. Being a conservative man, Ozai insisted Azula to marry men. But Ty Lee and Mai both knew she didn’t have any type of fancy for them, describing the entire male species as a ‘collective of lecherous creatures.’ But seeing as she had a ring on her finger, her father’s wishes finally got the better of her, though Ty Lee doubted she had any say in it.

“You’re awfully silent, did college finally calm you down?” Azula asked.

“Uh.” Ty Lee paused. “Actually, I think I’m gonna go.”

Azula was silent for a moment. “You mentioned you were staying near China-town.”

“Yeah.” Ty Lee scratched the back of her head, unsure of whether she should disclose her hotel location to Azula. “What about it?”

“Do you have any other plans for the evening?”

Ty Lee shrugged. “Not really.”

“Splendid, I’ll accompany you back to your hotel then.”

“What—why?” She gripped the fabric of her dress, her mouth agape.

Ty Lee’s eyes widened, taken aback by the suggestion. Though, she knew Azula well enough to know that her suggestion was a command, and that there was no use in arguing her out of it. Still, she was rather shocked.

“Who knows?” Azula stood up, grabbing her suit. “Call it a whim.”

Ty Lee narrowed her gaze, standing up not long after as she put on her overcoat and purse.

“Um, okay. But I’m not staying at the fanciest hotel, so sorry if it kinda sucks.”

“Very well,” was all Azula said.

They promptly exited the bar together, a few people whining and asking them to stay longer. Ty Lee nodded and smiled, stating that she really must go, otherwise she would wake up late for her flight. Azula, however, did not bother with pleasantries. She merely followed her outside, buttoning up her suit as they stepped out.

The cold air rudely greeted them, a quick chill running down Ty Lee’s spine. She wondered why she chose to wore a dress to the reunion, and heels as well, knowing full well that ice and snow were soon to follow the chilly cold. Well, at least she looked good, and that was all that mattered to the brunette then. She reached into her purse and pulled out her phone, ordering a taxi over, the two left standing in the freezing streetside.

“Unbelievable, you still have the same phone case.” Azula smirked. “You haven’t changed at all.”

Ty Lee looked down to her phone case. Yes, it was true, she didn’t bother to change it past high school. She fiddled with the bunny’s ear, the street lights illuminating the star shaped stickers on the back of it. It was pink, her favorite color, the same one as her dress at that. The brunette turned to her former classmate, a small smile on her face.

“Well, it’s still cute.”

“Perhaps.”

Azula re-adjusted her watch, her golden ring shining form the street lights. It shone almost like the sun on a winter morning, nearly blinding Ty Lee had she not squinted her eyes. She wondered what sort of a man Azula was married to, whether he was present in her daily life, or more likely absent. She wondered of whether their union was completely orchestrated by Ozai, or if Azula at least had some say in which man she’d spend the rest of her life with. And most of all, amid all her thoughts and queries, she wondered if Azula herself had changed. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. The last time they spoke, she wouldn’t allow Ty Lee to even run her hands up Azula’s shirt.

But now, it seemed that she had a better hold of herself, perhaps even able to handle the hourly stress of running a company like her father always hoped. But then again, Azula had always been amazing at projecting her best qualities, not allowing her weaknesses to show. That was who she was then, Ty Lee wondering if that was who she was now too. She looked the part of a well put together adult, only at age twenty-three, but Ty Lee wondered whether she had the emotional maturity of keeping the role. Whether her demeanor was nothing more than a facade, or if it were her true self. Such questions only confused Ty Lee, the brunette turning away to rub her temple.

“How long till the taxi comes?” Azula asked.

Ty Lee looked back to her, striking golden eyes piercing the brunette’s being. “Five minutes.”

Azula stared at her for a moment. “I hope you don’t think I’m pursuing you.”

“Yeah well,” Ty Lee clutched her purse, “Why else would you talk to me?”

“Is it so hard to believe I enjoy your company?”

“What kind of company?”

Azula chuckled. “Lee, what we had in high school has long passed.”

“I know.” Ty Lee pursed her lips. “Especially since you stopped talking to me.”

Azula scoffed. “How are you still upset about that?”

“How could I not be?”

Azula’s eyes widened for a brief moment. “I see you’ve become more vocal. Tell me, do you still hyperventilate?”

Ty Lee sighed, gripping her purse once more. “Why do you care?”

Azula fell silent for a moment, taking a few steps towards Ty Lee.

“Seeing as you’ve seen right through me, fine—I’ll be honest. I am pursuing you, but I won’t drag it out like I did in high school. It will only be one time, that’s all.”

“That’s what you always said.” Ty Lee turned away, praying for the taxi to arrive faster.

Azula placed a hand on her shoulder, the brunette flinching under her touch. The woman chuckled.

“You’re still sensitive when I touch you.”

Ty Lee gripped her hand. “Just get to the point.”

“I’m sure you’ve noticed by the number of times you’ve stared at me.” She paused. “I’m getting married, to a man I’ve never met at that. Father says that it would be beneficial for the company if we merge our assets together, though I’m certain he just wants me married off.”

Azula leaned in, whispering into Ty Lee’s quivering ear. “In light of that, I’d like to enjoy my freedom while I still have it.”

Though she felt bad that Azula would be forced to marry someone she’s never met, Ty Lee still faced the other way.

“Why does it have to be me?” she asked in a low voice.

Azula slowly trailed her warm hand down Ty Lee’s arm, snaking her arm around the brunette’s cold waist, Ty Lee now forced to stare at her former friend. Though her face bore a rather blank stare, Ty Lee could tell through her golden eyes that Azula wasn’t as excited as she initially thought. She wasn’t lying, this really would be her last chance at enjoying the little freedom she had.

“Because there’s no one else like you,” was all Azula said, the woman gently dragging her fingers along the brunette’s cold cheek.

Ty Lee bit her lip. She hated the idea of it, all of it, but she was sold either way.

“Just this once,” she muttered.

Hey there, thanks for reading all of that! If you want to keep reading the fanfic, i've already uploaded the 2nd chapter here Anyway, thanks again for reading the fanfic, and i hope you have a wonderful day.

-FreshTomatoesdevilish

#tyzula #ty lee #azula avatar #princess azula #avatar the last airbender #atla #atla fanfic #fanfiction #azula x ty lee #I don't know how to tag #Is there anything else i should add?#uh i don't think so

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kiintsugi · 4 years

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paper castles, hollow crowns

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Category: F/F, M/F Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender Relationships: Katara/Zuko, Azula/Ty Lee Characters: Katara, Zuko, Mai, Ty Lee, Azula, Toph, Sokka, Suki Additional Tags: Dark!verse, Alternate Universe – Canon Divergent, Fire Nation Victory AU, Redemption AU, Tyzula, Zutara, Hurt/comfort, angst, mutual pining, aged up characters, enemies to lovers, mentions of abuse, emotional hurt/comfort, eventual smut, pov changes by chapter, Azula is a useless lesbian, bisexual Ty Lee, bisexual disaster Zuko, eventual Zutara, established Tyzula, sort of, i am once again asking you to read a wip i have no update schedule for Summary: They call him the Avatar Killer, hero of the Fire Nation, son of Firelord Ozai. Only one of those things are true. But Avatar Aang is dead, Azula saw to that personally, and the credit is his. it’s been five years since that day, but Zuko and Azula’s work in the name of their father is far from over. Aang’s influence spread like a disease across the earth kingdom, and now the resistance is fighting back. Faced with the realities of war and the consequences of their past, Zuko and Azula return to the Earth Kingdom for one final mission: to stamp out the resistance, no matter the cost. Also known as the Zuko and Azula redemption fic/character study no one asked for with lots of Zutara and Tyzula because I’m trash

Zuko peers down at the small paper place card that reads, “Azula, Crown Princess of the Fire Nation” with a bitter scowl. He had thought that by now, he’d be used to being second-at-best at everything Azula ever decided to participate in, but there’s something about actually seeing his title being passed over to her that makes his blood boil.

His own place card, one that simply reads “Prince Zuko, son of Firelord Ozai” is several seats down the table between two war Admirals, older even than Uncle Iroh, that smell of rotten fruit and old feet. Looking at it, Zuko realizes that even with his honor restored, he will never be good enough to earn a place at his father’s side. His hopes of being seated to his father’s left the way Azula is to be seated at his right, squandered and squashed. But, he thinks, those hopes were those of a child's, and Zuko is a man grown. Disappointed or not, he knows better than to let that feeling settle on his features. Especially in front of the royal family.

“What’s the matter, Zuko?” Mai approaches from behind and entangles her arm around his own, leaning her chin on his shoulder. “You’re at the Fire Lord’s Honor Feast. Only the most important figures in the Fire Nation get invited. Isn’t that what you always wanted?”

Zuko plucks his place card and squints at the glittering, golden font. “Azula says my father only does this dinner once a year out of traditional obligation. It’s supposed to inspire his soldiers. Make them believe that the war is just and they will be honored with titles and lordship for their service. But all he uses it for is to instill fear in his generals so that they’ll want to end the rebellion before he decides to end them.”

“So then, don’t go. It’ll probably be boring anyway.” Mai shrugs and takes her own place card, which is placed in a pile that belongs to ‘the others’, groups of noble men and women lucky enough to be invited to the dinner but not honorable enough to be seated at the distinguished table, before sauntering off behind deep red velvet drapes to seat herself for royal dinner. “Have fun sulking by yourself.”

“I will,” he argues all too loudly, stomping one foot on the ground with such force it was by the grace of the dragons that he's not an Earthbender.

His father wouldn’t care if he showed up; not really. The only thing that mattered to Ozai, as far as Zuko can tell, is that he gets to show off his son as the infamous “Avatar Killer”. Something his father always does, just before going on to mention that he is, in fact, the lesser child. That for all of Zuko’s success in the war, none of it would be possible if it weren’t for the heir, Zuko’s sister, Azula.

“Now now, Zuzu,” Azula’s voice rings in his head “I’m sure father wants you there. You are the Avatar Killer after all. Hero of the Fire Nation.”

Zuko shakes his head at the thought. Sometimes it makes Azula’s voice go away. Other times it only makes her angry.

“If you can’t be bothered to attend a royal dinner then maybe you don’t deserve to be royalty at all!”

The place card bursts into flames in his fingers, and the ash sprinkles away. He curls his hands into fists and throws them down in an enraged fit, pacing the length of the small table. He groans audibly, gripping the sides of his head with calloused fingers and then marches through the velvets. He would show her. He would show Azula and Mai and his uncle. He would show his father, too. He’s more than just the Avatar Killer. He’s the prince of the Fire Nation. He commanded a ship, found the Avatar when no one said he would. He fought and beat Commander – no, Admiral – Zhao in Agni Kai. He was, no, he is, every bit as strong and royal and brave as Azula is. No matter what his father thinks.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25610239/chapters/62162050

#zutara #tyzula #atla #avatar the last airbender #atla fanfic #zuko #prince zuko #princess azula #azula #ty lee #katara

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