#aunt of boy

[farsight-the-char]

Teenage characters should not be referred to as "Dad" or "Mom" typically, for obvious reasons.

That said, I do enjoy teenage characters embracing the role of Aunt/Uncle to their older sibling's kids. That is fun.

[incorrectclassicbookquotes]

Aunt of Boy: So, dear, how was your day?

Boy: Chimerical.

*The Aunt and Uncle of the boy look at each other and then at a dictionary behind them.*

Uncle of Boy: And what made it a fire breathing monster with a lion's head, with a goat's body...

Aunt of Boy: I think he must mean definition number two.

Uncle of Boy: Oh. What made it absurd or impossible, boy?

[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.

---

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.

---

“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.”

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

“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.

---

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.”

---

Three words: Infinite. Hot. Water.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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

[shinewonder]

had the time of my life with the movie

[everyone-calm-down]

Yeah yeah yeah, The Boy and the Heron was amazing. The themes, the art, the Robert Pattinson. I AM going to choose to focus on the fact that this guy waited seemingly less than a year after his wife died to get his sister-in-law pregnant tho.

[bet-on-me-13]

Clark grows up on Amity

So! When Clark's shup landed on the Kent Farm, it unfortunately started a bit of a Fire. It was pretty bad, and by the time it was put out most of their Crops had been burned up.

Using their Savings, the money from the remaining Crops, and some goodwill from their neighbors, the Kent's managed to get enough money together to move to a new Town to start over. It also helped that in a new town nobody would question them suddenly having a Baby despite Martha not being Pregnant.

They Move to a small farm on the Edge of Amity Park.

Clark Kent grows up in Amity Park, goes to Casper High, and befriends Danny, Sam, and Tucker as his childhood friends.

When his powers come in, they are the first ones to know. When Danny has his Accident, Clark is there to help him control his new abilities. When Clark has to move away for his new Job in Metropolis, they are all there to wish him good luck and throw him a Going Away Party.

As Superman, Clark is more open to joining a Team since he used to be on Team Phantom.

When Justice League Dark is formed, Superman is a Suprise Member, since he actually had a lot of experience with the Supernatural.

When Kon is born, he turns to his best friends for help and advice on his to deal with the situation. Danny had Ellie in very similar circumstances, so he is more open to the idea of adopting Kon since he has personal experience with Clones made by Madmen.

Thoughts?

[simplydm]

This fit and hat goes hard

[butchsaint]

the will is forever so crazy bonkers to me because the thesis of eddie is that he always does things that he feels like he’s supposed to do, right? that’s his whole thing. he’s supposed to be the man of the house, he’s supposed to marry the girl he got pregnant, he’s supposed to go away and provide for the family, he’s supposed to date women who are good for christopher. but the one thing he chooses to do for himself and for christopher that goes against any sort of societal or familial pressure is leaving custody of chris to buck in his will???? bro??

[onelastchorus]

she loves them so bad someone get her an apprentice to adopt

[themissakat]

Dear Aunt Jay, I got picked for a quest. My friends and I are a day into our cross country road trip. It has been really fun. We got attacked by some bugs but they were really cool looking. I am sad they turned into ash after we beat them. Love, Fern

We've had a few sessions and quite a few more mishaps, including but not limited to adopting a new friend/pet, fighting a rat king, and drinking weird flavored soda. Reyna is an amazing DM <3

[incorrectclassicbookquotes]

Eliza Flynn: You know I bet it would actually make my brother really happy to know that we're trying to figure out his recipe. I bet he's looking up at us and smiling right now.

Jack: Looking up?

Eliza Flynn: Oh yeah, no he was really nice to me but he's in hell for sure.

Aunt of Boy: Well I've tried everything. I give up. I guess I'm not gonna be the aunt who makes the world's best chocolate chip cookies. I do make the best duck confit with broccoli rav. *Starting to cry* Kids love that right?

Later

Eliza Flynn: My brother said he got the recipe from someone named *Pronouncing with a French accent* Nestle Tollhouse.

Aunt of Boy: What was their name?!

Eliza Flynn: *Again in a French accent* Nestle Tollhouse.

Aunt of Boy: Nestlé Toll house?!

Eliza Flynn: You're butchering the French language.

Aunt of Boy: Eliza, is this the recipe? *Throwing her a thing of Nestlé Chocolate Chips*

Eliza Flynn, reading the recipe: Yes! Oh.

Aunt of Boy: I cannot believe that I just spent the last two days trying to figure out that recipe and it was in my cupboard the whole time.

Eliza Flynn: I know! *Yelling at the ground* You see it is stuff like this which is why you're burning in hell!

[a-god-in-crime-alley]

DPxDC prompt #2

(a lot closer to an actual prompt than #1 was)

De-aged Dan, Danny, and Dani. Somehow Jason gets put in charge of them. Dan is the clear oldest at 9 or 10. Danny is 5-6. With Dani around 2-3.

Jason has been keeping them a secret from the fam. Tim, Cass, and Steph are the only ones that figured it out. (Alfred was Jason first panicked call). Dicks been busy, Damian isn’t paying attention because as long as no one’s actively dying it doesn’t concern him, and Duke is still shy about getting in other peoples business.

Bruce has NO FUCKING CLUE.

Bruce finds out 6 months later, at his Birthday. Jason sends a present ahead because he says he “isn’t sure he’ll make it”.

The present? A black mug. Across it is written “Worlds OKest Grandpa”. Tim, Cass, and Steph grin.

Bruce thinks Jason is just calling him old. But no, with perfect timing, Jason and his 3 half dead children walk into the room and yell “Surprise!”

[spider-whoo]

YOU’RE TELLING ME AUNT MAY DIDN’T RECOGNIZE SPIDER-MAN’S VOICE AS PETER’S KMS

either option 1 (silly) Peter makes his voice deeper while he’s spider-man or option 2 (devastating) Peter has become irrecognizable to the person who raised him.

[vespidclan]

To StoneKit & VineKit: who’s your favourite cat in the clan?

baby stuff

[behindthesefangirleyes]

Alice: Love! Pain! Healing!

Me, a whimpering mess on the floor: … okay

[multimonorail]

Big Hero 6 Month Day 7: 10th Anniversary

Since today is Big Hero 6 Day, I introduce to you all: Big Hero 6: The Series, but only when they say "Big Hero 6"