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Post-war: positive Azula arc (meta)
"Today this war is finally over! I promised my uncle that I would restore the honor of the Fire Nation. And I will. The road ahead of us is challenging. A hundred years of fighting has left the world scarred and divided. But with the Avatar's help, we can get it back on the right path and begin a new era of love and peace."
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You are not the heaviness sitting inside of you. You are not the battlefield where the bodies fall, and you are not the sound of cannons breaking the sky open.
You are what happens after the war.
The surviving. The healing. The rebuilding.
-Y.Z., for the bad nights
Azula's name true origin
The Spanish for โblue,โย azul, is originally an Arabic word referring to a particular type of valuable blue stone, theย lapis lazuli. In Spanish, the word degraded over time, and the l- was lost (as though it was the the french lโ for โtheโ) and we were just left withย azulย for just โblue.โ [โ]
Azula's name is one the most beautiful things in the world. ๐ฅบ
@theoneandonlylobster
Lin: "Mama?"
Toph: "Hm?"
Lin: (patting her belly) "Baby sleeping?"
Toph: "...Probably."
Lin: "Can I wake her?"
Toph: "You wake me enough already."
Lin: "She's big."
Toph: "...Who's big?"
Lin: (pat pat) "Baby."
Toph: "Yeah."
Lin: "I wanna meet her."
(Toph smiles.)
Toph: "...Hm."
it does actually kill me that iroh and ozai must have loved each other as kids the same way azula and zuko did before it all went wrong
like before they were the dragon of the west and the โpheonix kingโ they wouldโve just been iroh and ozai. iroh wouldโve chased his little brother around and ozai wouldโve snuck into his big brotherโs room at night to stay up late and tell stories
and eventually they wouldโve grown apart, ozai resenting iroh for his claim to the throne and iroh not being able to do anything about it except watch his little brother, his best friend, get angrier and meaner. definitely didnt help that azulon favoured iroh too
all this to say, i cant imagine how iroh felt watching his brother hold his nephew down and burn off half his face, wondering if he was still allowed to love him after this
Azula does not believe herself to be perfect (she's not delusional), that what Zuko and others think of her with either envy or admiration: "but you're the most perfect girl in the world!", "you wouldn't understand because you're just so perfect."
But she's, in fact, someone TRIES to achieve perfection in everything in her life. I think it's more accurate to describe Azula as a perfectionist rather than someone who believes herself to be perfect. She's hard-working. And her restless chasing of this perfection is what shattered her.
Last year, I befriended a Catholic seminarian. We've gotten to be pretty decent friends. Seeing as he was staying in town for the summer and I wasn't, I entrusted him with caring for my plant.
He did a wonderful job, but as he was returning my plant to my custody, he explained "I watered her every other day, I gave her new dirt, moved her into the sunshine, prayed the rosary-"
"What?"
He looked at me, confused. "Isn't she a plant you pray with?"
"No," I said slowly. "She's a prayer plant. That's the... colloquial name of the plant."
Upon seeing his stricken face, I realized something went wrong. Turns out, this entire time, he's been including my plant in on his prayers and leaving her near icons.
Listen, totally cool. My plant becoming Catholic is a great deal for her not dying over the summer. But now I must navigate this interfaith household. Keep me in your thoughts.
Azulaโs two faces
#Please little bird
I love that the modern-day tumblr post equivalent of chain emails only requires me to reblog a relatively pleasant image instead of forward an email to a bunch of my friends and family members to quell my raging anxiety.
Itโs a win win. I get a bit of hope, you get a cute birb photo
Chapter 53 is live!
Or start at the beginning
Summary:
The consequences of our actions ripple outwards like a stone dropped into an infinite pond.
Nearly three years after the day of the Comet, Azula returns home from the asylum starving, feral, and convinced that everyone she ever loved has abandoned her.
Sheโs wrong.
Traumatized, touch-starved, and struggling to separate reality from delusion, Azula begins the difficult process of recovery with the help of friends both old and new.
As old wounds are reopened, loyalties are tested, and dangerous political forces begin to stir within the Fire Nation, healing may prove every bit as painful as war.
Please heed the additional warnings in the first chapter. Very slow burn.
now why are people dragging aang for saying nobody can understand him when hes right. nobody in the gaang, including katara, can understand the trauma aang has from being the last of his kind. nobody can possibly understand the burden aang has as the last airbender, and the last air nomad, and thats not something that you just get over, no matter how much time passes. people will baby certain characters so much but heaven forbid aang hasnt moved on from the trauma of being a genocide survivor.
People have the unfortunate tendency to dismiss what they don't understand and feel empathy only if they *personally* understand where the other person is at. That, and I suspect they hate Aang because he's a genuine paragon, someone with lofty ideals who actually manages to live by them.
looked up "Azulaang" on twitter and found out people absolutely hate the ship
while I semi-agree with twitter-folks' sentiment that usually it's considered "hetslop", but lore-wise, Aang and Azula seem like the two ingredients for a perfect enemies-to-friends/lovers trope
just imagine grown-up Aang, doing his thing, right? saving a village or two from some bandits, rescuing fishermen from a capsized boat out at sea during a storm, being hard-at-work as a diplomat for all the Tribes and Nations and Kingdoms of the world
and at the same time, he is like, I dunno, turning 26-27 now, he's done so much for the well-being of the world, and everything is kind of stable
but he still feels like something is missing, something is lacking
one night, he dreams of, I dunno, Roku's maybe, or Ursa's spirit, being vague but basically urging him to rescue this certain someone from certain peril, or complete insanity
Aang wakes up, breathing hard, covered in sweat, looking around panicking, before stilling, and whispers
"Azula."
now he goes on this life-changing journey -- same way Zuko accompanied Katara -- with a very reluctant, if not hostile, Azula. it's a journey of self-discovery, healing, all the usual works.
obviously, they don't have to be lovers, but I think it's impossible for Aang to not do his monk-magic on Azula and not have them become friends or allies
Azulaang definitely has the nicest most chill shippers in opposition to wildest hater ratio
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i am not a buddhist nor a Hindu myself. I am a practicing Orthodox Christian. But when it comes to searching for shifting /loa /manifesting /spiritualism? i'll take whatever i can find. Now look, these ancient teachings don't have a magic wand that says "lets just jump in there" ,but they do have a pretty powerful "shortcuts" that will instantly plunge the mind into that void. Specifically, Vijnana Bhairava Tantra, the esoteric branch of Hinduism, offers 112 different methods for instantly stopping the mind and pushing it into that void.
First of all, ''the space between two breathes'' (Kumbhaka) In buddhism and hinduism, the greatest secret is that microscopic moment when one breath ends but another doesn't begin. That moment is when you disconnect from this world. And yeah it has an easy way.. breathe in, breathe out. Stop at the exact second u exhale. Focus on the silence that occurs when your lungs are empty. That void is actually your shifting gateway. The longer you prolong those seconds, the more your physical body begins to fade away. And oh, also, be careful and start SLOW. Cause If u do it incorrectly or forcefully, you may experience dizziness, stress, or even fainting...
Second thing ive found is.. "Neither this nor that" (Advaita Vedanta) That is the fastest way to eliminate the mind (the logical left lobe of ur brain). In shifting, every time you say, "i am this, i am here," you are anchored to that reality. Lie down in bed and say to everything that crosses your mind that; Is your body tingling? "nope that's not me." or did you hear a sound? "that's not me." did a thought come to ur mind? "that's not me." Basically reject everything until nothing remains. That remaining pure "awareness" is the void itself... What remains? According to Vedanta, the unchanging, observing pure awareness. That is, the inner, "observing thing." They call it Atman, and surprisingly, it is said to be the same as Brahman. So, individual self = universal reality. Non duality? it's easy to understand, but quite difficult to live with. cause the mind is constantly addicted to labeling itself, saying "this is who i am, this is what i am." it's like stripping the mind bare, leaving it completely exposed. You shed layers upon layers. And the human ego doesn't exactly love that, mind you...
Now ''Dharana'', think of the discipline of The Hierophant card. Instead of dividin the mind into a thousand pieces, confining it to a single point allows reality to break...Close your eyes and focus only on that point between your eyebrows,aka the 3rd eye, or just a single white spot in your mind. Think of nothing else. After a while, the mind will give a "system error" and throw you back into that single point, into the void. Dharana, in yoga, means concentration. But not at the level of "alrigh i put my phone down and focused for 5 minutes." It means literally fixing your mind on a single object. Thr rule is lowkey simple.. If the mind wanders, u bring it back. If it wanders again, you bring it back again. ''Dharana'' focus, ''Dhyana'' uninterrupted flow, meditation; ''Samadhi'' complete union, dissolution of the sense of "self"....
The easiest way to do this is actually to "stop searching." Theres a saying in buddhism that "as long as you keep searching, you won't find, because the seeker is what she seeks." You think shifting is about going somewhere "out there," but these teachings say, "Youre already everywhere, you just choose to focus on this body." Stop "trying to go." Try relinquishing this reality as if you were already there. By releasing the energy of the 4 Pentacles aka the holding on energy, and 9 Wands, in your cards, and simply "being" like The Sun, that door will open by itself.
Meditation is the art and skill of sitting alone with yourself and your own thoughts undisturbed and NOT going insane.
Might elaborate further.
Quick shout out to the Down syndrome kid from my after-school program back when I was in grade school. Like yea he had the usual issues but he was a sweetheart and quite funny; and one day both his parents showed up at the same time to pick him up and I had the experience of meeting a family of genetically disabled people that had jobs and a home and a kid in school and it was a profoundly normalizing experience for me like I couldnโt take eugenicists seriously after that because like โno they totally can have whole entire meaningful lives with marriage and children and work and hobbies have you not met Dennis??โ Anyway quick shout out to Dennis you were a real one
Jet headcanons to fill the void.
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General headcanons post here. <-Will be repeated on this current post.
His birthname is Jian. Elaboration post here.
He named his Freedom Fighters. Their headcanon birthnames post here.
He puts his Freedom Fighters in the Timeout Corner sometimes. He even puts himself in the Timeout Corner.
If he could smoke (cigarettes) he'd hate it.
He can read, can write but not elegantly, but mispells words.
He has the constant urge to chew on or eat inedible things.
He hair ruffles, shoulder touches, gifts, roughhouses and nicknames to show affection.
Can nap anywhere, any position, any time if he really needs to. Wakes easily though.
He doesn't know how to use a chair correctly for more than fifteen minutes.
His favorite color is Oxford blue.
Hates being nicknamed or referred to by anything other than "Jet."
Fusses over the younger Freedom Fighters to the point they're exasperated.
He has to remind himself to eat vegetarian too because, like Sokka, he likes meat.
Has a lil tooth gap in his upper front teeth. Perfectly suited for his mouthplants.
Insecure about his eyebrows.
Jet would bully kids on Roblox in a modern AU.
He would have loved modern firefighters.
He paces when thinking.
Very good at stealth and staying hidden.
Likes holding his weight to one side when standing.
Crossed arms or hands on hips is his default emote.
He never knows how to say he is sorry.
He stares into space at random times.
ADHD.
15ยฐ idiopathic scoliosis.
Loves to tiptoe. Justifies it as "for stealth and balance" without knowing why he does it.
Prankster.
Tells people he's a picky eater but eats pretty much everything.
If someone knew they committed a crime (think theft related) Jet would cover them.
Slouches. Very often.
Weird posture habits.
Oriented Aroace.
Would love a platonic partner but no one seems to like his personality enough to.
Has sleepwalked before. Scared the shit out of Longshot.
He likes to exaggerate things through language or tone. "It was a *huge* turtle." (The turtle was average sized.)
Likes to whistle.
He has a shirt color for every season. (Like green for Summer.)
Hates being questioned, even about the most minor things.
Very good at reconizing and recreating various animal, particularly bird, sounds.
He needs floor time. Usually he is staring at the ceiling.
Secretly enjoys watching children do dumb things. (E.g. trying to catch their hot breath on a cold day in their hands.)
Nature lover. He speaks for the trees. Hurt the trees and he breaks your knees.
Can't handle criticism.
Only nicknames people if he's adopted them, honestly.
I doubt the word "fuck" exists in ATLA but he would use it. Alongside other strong language but never in front of kids.
If you told him you're proud of him he'd be speechless.
Often has a lopsided/half smile.
Slouches, leans down or crouches to make himself smaller when talking to kids.
Is ambidextrous, both his left and right hand are dominant.
Stole wine once. Got his first hangover. Sent the rest of it down the river and swore it off for life.
Has resting bitch face when not interacting with anyone.
Loves playing The Floor is Lava.
Hide-and-seek champion.
He's as "fuck the goverment" as it gets.
Knows how to braid people's hair for them.
Likes giving people cool feathers, rocks, flowers, clovers or sticks he finds.
Very good with kids. Not so much with everyone else.
He has had to bury his fighters before due to various causes of death. He always buried them by himself, not wanting the others to be present. He always planted a tree above the grave, hoping the decomposing body allowed new life to grow.
Struggles with Savior Complex, C-PTSD, Imposter Syndrome and Alexithymia.
A total romantic who kept trying to be his Freedom Fighters's wingman.
Absolute kleptomaniac. Probably good at pickpocketing too.
Can't sit still unless it's for stealth reasons.
He has a special interest in birds and bugs.
He has a fear of drowning.
It's hard for him to see someone crying. All his defenses go down to try and comfort them.
He does not laugh often but he has a weird one. Probably giggles and or snorts if he's truly amused.
He has childhood face freckles that faded but did not disappear over time.
He loves swings and hammocks.
He likes every bug except centipedes.
His hair is sort of curly-wavy-who-knows-what. It hasn't had it's original texture in years but it gets close to it during certain kinds of weather (high humidity.)
He quite enjoys hanging upside down from branches just because.
Would trap you in a platypus-bear hug (See what I did there?).
He threw a boomerang once and it never came back. He's pretty bummed out about it.
His signature mouthplant used to be a habit born out of boredom but since the attack, it's his primary grounding and self-soothing technique.
Would offer to hold your hand if you seem nervous.
He would've been pissed at me for ratting out his quirks (these headcanons) because it ruins the mysterious vibe.
About him putting himself in the Timeout Corner:
After the loss of one hundred of his fiercest warriors, Azulon was incensed. He let it be known that he wanted Piandao captured--DEAD--his head and sword brought to him. Azulon would have the head bronzed and set on a low pedestal in the capital's center so tiny children could spit on it. He'd charge one silver piece to anyone who wanted to take a shit on it.