#Hut trip

[rickyyysaurus]

Cannot believe I forgot Julien is not only canonically bisexual, but also had a more committed relationship with a pineapple (a pineapple he CHOSE to perceive as male, btw) than he did with his self declared dream woman

[penroseparticle]

Wow turns out I no longer have patience for weepy, hand wringing songs about drug use when the drug is like, weed.

If your song isn't about kpops and points you no longer get to be weepy about drugs I think!!!

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

Aoraki /Mt.cook, NZ. 🏔 they went to that way Mueller hut, My daughter went hiking with her colleagues. She told me the journey took 1 hour. 🤩😚💖

so my sweet daughter also reporting to me lol 😆 😅 😂 I'm a so happy mom today. I seem take a traveling and two children together in different countries just with internet of technology & imagiations do well. hahaha not bad! 🤣✌

[ofthesamewhole]

Mount’ns

[woeismywaffle]

Cliffjumper, Hound and Mirage settle down in some remote part of rebuilt Cybertron and live the cottagecore dream post-war

[moonstandardtime]

writing the isat botw au and its. a little revealing. that i just know the entirety of the great plateau by heart.

[vulturereyy]

Hello!

I saw that you would be happy to talk about Chivalry a bit, so I was wondering what your favourite part of it has been so far? Whether it be your favourite scene, a little detail that makes something come together, or a certain interaction that was particularly fun to write!

I really enjoy this fic, and I will say that you have single-handily made me (and probably the entire Elegies server) Hegemol fans! I got to give it a reread soon - I love the set-up and twist in Chapter 6, and all of the details that you add that really breaths life into the setting.

(Also, getting back to writing after hiatuses can be rough at first, but you got this thing! Just take your time - we'll always be excited for the Best Beetle Boy :) )

Thank you as always for the asks Tigerlily!! I'm sorry this one took so long to answer.

So far out of what's posted, I think chapter 6 with the dream sequence is my favorite thus far. It was very very fun to write, and I love diving into the more metaphysical sensory details. I've got so many more scenes in my head that won't happen until much later in the fic, and among those are some I can't wait to get to haha-- but for now, the fucked up dream sequence with Lurien (wink) is my favorite.

I also enjoyed writing the bath scene right before it but I had to edit it like 3 times because for some reason I initially wrote it EXTREMELY homoerotic like. More homoerotic than when I write actual sex scenes. Fellas is it gay to wash the grave dirt off of a previously dead knight??? (Yes)

[pride-of-storm]

i wanna bake for my family while i visit but oh man i am not enjoying adapting recipes for high altitude baking

[mewharley]

dont go to the bottom of your likes

you will get stuck there for HOURS

[amythehobbit]

Part 2 of the tour!

[horrorwebs]

I MADE MORE FRIENDS . !!

[nomaishuttle]

emoji annoyed

[shopwitchvamp]

Well my back does hurt in some way or another like 95% of the time, but I can promise you it's not from that. Sleeping on a soft bed makes my back & especially my hip ache so bad that I'll wake up every couple of hours 🥲

(also when I say ground what I really mean is I alternate between sleeping on a Japanese futon or straight on the tatami mat I otherwise put under it, depending on what level of Floor Time I feel like that day)

i think what’s on a person’s nightstand is very telling so reblog this and put in the tags the things you have on your nightstand

[maid-of-the-golden-deer]

if i say "buying something you need from ross/tjmaxx/mashalls is like adopting a pet from a kill shelter" would u all know what i mean

[yeasty-boy]

Missed the arora today because I was with a friend, but I cannot bring myself to regret it, because although there was that glow falling down from the sky, I doubt it would compare to the glow in her eyes as she laughed

[muffinlance]

Hi ! prompt idea : What if Zuko was armed during the first episode and was stranded with the water tribe while the avatar left with Katara and Sokka, Iroh on his trail for white lotus reasons.

Oh we are going to have us some FUN with "stranded with the water tribe", say no more.

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Zuko was dripping, and steaming, and staring down two dozen women and their gaggle of small children, plus that old not-the-Avatar crone from earlier. They were all cowering away from him. Which was--

Good. It was good. If they were cowering, then they hadn’t noticed how steam was not flames. He wasn’t sure he could make flames, not after the arctic water he’d landed in, with that last sight of the Avatar glowing; not after surfacing under the ice pack, after swimming, after kicking slamming breaking through and his ship was gone and there was only ocean all around and

and he’d made it back to this pathetic little camp of the Southern Water Tribe, because that was the only place he knew for sure would have shelter, and he wasn’t going to die just because they were all staring at him, even if felt like he would.

Even if the old not-the-Avatar woman could probably take him, right now. But she didn’t know that.

Zuko pulled himself up, taller than her by at least a few inches, and blew steam from his nose.

“I am commandeering one of your huts,” he said. And added, because Uncle said even a prince should be gracious: “You may choose which one.”

---

She choose her own.

...The only one without children that flames might scar, or younger women to catch a soldier’s interests.

Zuko sat by her fire and determinedly started struggling out of his wet clothes and she was still in here with him--

Zuko pulled one of her animal pelts over himself, and finished fighting off his clothes. When he stuck his head back out, cheeks still reddened from what was obviously the cold, she dropped a parka on his head.

“Dry clothes, Your Highness,” she said.

The parka was much bigger than he was. He fell asleep hoping that the camp’s men were on a long, long hunting trip.

---

He woke up again. Kanna tucked her favorite ulu knife away, newly sharpened, and stopped contemplating the alternative.

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“I am commandeering a ship,” he said.

The crone led him across the village, all twenty paces of it, to a row of canoes.

“Take whichever one you want,” she said. “Will you need help getting it to the water?”

Zuko looked at the canoes. Looked at the ocean. Watched a leopard seal, easily the size of the largest canoe, dozing just past the ice his own ship had broken through the day before. It was frozen again, a great icy arrow pointing from the waves to the village, snow already starting to cover it over.

Beyond was blue sky and gray ocean and white ice, floating in blocks like stepping stones, like boulders, like cliffsides.

There wasn’t even a hint of gray steel, or smoke. Or any land, besides what they were standing on.

He looked down at the canoes again. Somehow, they seemed even smaller.

“I, uh,” Zuko cleared his throat. “I’ll require supplies. Before I go.”

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They... did not have supplies. Not extra ones. This didn’t stop them from trying to give him supplies, food and blankets and anything else he could think to ask for. But each blanket was a pelt hunted by someone’s grandfather, had been inked with images and stories by someone’s mother, was the favorite of someone’s husband or brother or uncle or cousin--

They couldn’t go to the nearest market to replace things, here.

And when they talked about food, about what they could spare, they kept sneaking glances to their children, who were sneaking glances at Zuko from the huts, sticking their heads just over the snowy ledges like their fur-trimmed hoods would hide them. Their mothers and aunts shooed them away, and they crept back, like barnacle-crabs. Zuko glared, and they disappeared.

“When are your men coming back?” he asked. “They’re hunting, aren’t they?”

Oh. So that was what they looked like, when they weren’t trying to hide their hate.

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Zuko wrapped himself up in the same blanket that night. It was printed inside with fine lines and images, telling a story he didn’t know. He wondered whose favorite it was.

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Kanna wondered how quickly he’d wake—if he’d wake—if she built the fire up with wet driftwood and tundra grass, if she had one of the younger girls boost up a child to plug the air hole, if she let the smoke draw its own blanket down over this fire child.

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It was hard to know when to wake up, because the sun never set. So everyone was up before him, and they all had spears and clubs and—and nets, and trap lines, and snow googles with their single slat to protect the eyes from snow blindness. Zuko had seen those once, at the Ember Island Museum of Ethnography, where they’d gone when it was too rainy for anything more exciting.

Oh. They were going hunting.

“Give me that,” Zuko said, and took a spear.

The women looked at him. One of them adjusted her googles.

“I can hunt,” he scowled.

He did not, in fact, know how to hunt.

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“Give me that,” the Fire Prince said, and Kanna almost, almost gave him her ulu. Humans, like most animals, had an artery in their legs that would bleed them quick enough.

She kept skinning the rabbit-mink one of the women had snared.

“I can help,” he said, with less grace than most of their toddlers. Likely with the skinning skills of a toddler, too. She wasn’t going to let their unwanted visitor ruin a perfectly good pelt.

“Chop the meat,” she said, and gave him a different knife. “It’s dinner.”

“...This is really sharp,” he said a moment later, looking at the knife with some surprise.

“Is it,” said Kanna.

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Things the Fire Prince was convinced he could do: hunt (until he realized he couldn’t tell the tracks of a rabbit-mink from a leopard-rabbit apart); spear fish (at least he could dry himself); pack snow for an igloo (frustrated princes ran hot); ice fish (the prince was a problem that kept coming close to solving itself).

Things the Fire Prince could actually do: mince meat, increasingly finely; gather berries and herbs, once he stopped trying to crush them; dig roots, under toddler supervision; mend nets, after the intermediary step of learning to braid hair loopies.

“Can’t I take him ice fishing again?” asked one of the women, as she watched Prince Zuko put as much apparent concentration into braiding her daughter’s hair as his people had into exterminating hers.

“Wait,” said another woman, sitting up straight. “Wait wait wait. I just had an idea.”

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Three words: Infinite. Hot. Water.

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Summer was coming to an end. The sun actually set, now, and the night was getting longer, and colder. The salmon-otter nets were mended and ready. The smoking racks were still full of cod-lemmings. The children were all a little older, the women all a little more used to doing both halves of their tribes’ chores; a little more used to not watching the horizon, waiting for help to come.

The Fire Prince was staring at the canoes again.

“Are you actually going to try leaving in one of those?” Kanna asked.

“...No.”

“Come on, then; someone needs to watch the kids while the women are hunting.”

She didn’t leave him alone with them, of course. But she could have.

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Elsewhere, the war continued.

The moon turned red, for a moment none could sleep through; they did not learn why.

The comet came and went, leaving their castaway prince laying on the beach, his breath fogging up into the night sky above him, as the energy crashed from his system as quickly as it had come. Above, lights began to dance in the sky; Zuko pulled his hood up, so none of those spirits—children, dead too soon—got any ideas about kicking his head off to be their ball.

The war had ended. The world didn’t feel any different; no one in the south would know until spring came again.

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Suffice it to say, Sokka and Katara were not prepared for this particular homecoming.