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So as a multi-shipper who ships my favorite character with pretty much everyone I felt like typing up a thing about it. This is not in any particular order (I didn't order it favorite to least favorite nor the reverse). That said;

Mai/Azula

I can actually get on bored with this one. I sort of have this zanhar's rules of shipping and one of those things are; if they're friends it's shippable. This one is in fact less of a crack ship to me. Like I can actually take it seriously. I can't exactly explain why though. I think it's centered around the whole betray thing--fics where the two of them work...

*Food in the Avatar World*

Naressa:

"Hey all. As some of you know and thank you for being so kind to reach out to me and speaking to me, though I work in the medical field now I am a culinary school graduate and worked for over a decade in the culinary arts field. Have always been very interested in the foods of Avatar, though they are rarely mentioned. As such, based on seeing them and the brief mention some food are given, thought I would open up a discussion about the food and recipes from ATLA and LoK. Want to share my recipes. All of the recipes I'll share have been tested by me yes? Please...

As I was typing another one of my really long comments, I decided I would make it into an article. This one is a sort of analysis of Azula's relationships with her family and friends as well as why I think she isn't very good with her social skills.

To start, Azula's mom didn't seem to like her. Though I'm sure Ursa did, Azula just didn't think so. And that's what matters. As a parent, you need to make sure your child knows you love her/him. Ursa neglected Azula because she thought Ozai's respect for her was enough. And because she thought Zuko needed her love more. Which was not true, Azula...

So I came across a post from a user on tumblr about wanting a fic about Zuko comforting/taking care of Azula after her breakdown. And when asked why he was doing so, he’d say “She is my crazy, beautiful, sister.” I saw that quite a few people wanted to see this as well, based on the amount of notes. So I thought I’d give it a shot.


Her wrists hurt.



Her throat burned.



Her lungs screamed.



Her body tingled with pain.



Her head spun.



Her head…her head.



Azula longed to bury it in her hands. Grip it until the madness faded. But in her state—chained to a grate—she had no means to do...