I Had The Most MESSED UP Idea Last Night Where Joel Gets Bit, But Instead Of Attacking Ellie He Just

Autistic Hunter Week Day 1: Special Interest/Infodump

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“Whatcha got there?” Luz tapped the table in front of Hunter to get his attention. “One of Eda’s?”

He lifted the book to show her the title without answering. Why Won’t My Palisman Eat? And Other Problems You May Encounter with Your Lifelong Partner.

“Is Flapjack okay?!”

“Yes. Why wouldn’t they be?”

“Because you’re… reading a book about how palisman get sick?”

“Sure. Did you know that they heal like regular animals if they get hurt? Even though they’re made of wood? But that would mean they’re generating palistrom wood by eating regular food! So hypothetically speaking, you could generate an infinite amount of palistrom wood by cutting off pieces of a palisman and then feeding it so it could heal!” he reached up to the palisman nestled in his hair and scratched its head. “Not that I would. Anymore.”

“Found a game hack,” Luz joked, “Infinite palistrom wood glitch. Why are you reading the book if there’s nothing wrong with Flapjack?”

“The books at the emperor’s coven weren’t really about how to take care of a palisman. There were a couple, but, well, you know. Not much need to take care of them when your plan is to…” Hunter shook his head. “Anyway, there are a ton of weird things palisman can do.” He held up a different book, this one called The Legend of the Palistrom. “Not sure how accurate this is, it’s a mythic folklore kind of story about the first palisman, but there’s bound to be some truth in it, right? Because legends are usually based on fact. It was a nice story, though.”

Luz sat down at the table as he flipped the cover of a book back and forth.

“Supposedly, palisman can hold memories from the perspective of their witch, but no one’s said how to activate and view it yet, not in any of the books I’ve read. Is it like a memory in the mindscape where you can enter it? Or is it more like an echo mouse eating a book and being able to project it as something to watch? And—okay, get this, this is weird, a palisman can not only recognize descendants of its owner, BUT will also recognize palisman carved by its owner’s family as a kind of blood relative! But it DOESN’T recognize a palisman carved from its own tree as a sibling. That being SAID, there’s an old legend that if you carve your palisman from the same tree as the tree of your betrothed, you’ll be partnered for life. The explanation behind it is that your palisman is your lifelong partner, so if you carve yours from the same wood… but that doesn’t make a lot of sense, does it? I mean, if they don’t recognize each other as siblings regularly, why would partners matter? Unless it’s a combination of the family recognition AND being carved from the same tree? I don’t know, it’s probably just a romance legend that doesn’t have any fact built into it. Just sentiment, you know?”

“Probably,” Luz agreed, “It sounds sweet, though.”

“If you’re into that kind of thing. You know, all of the books mention that palisman all speak the same language, but I’ve DEFINITELY heard different sounds coming from them, and Gus and Willow’s don’t really make sounds at all—wait, hey, how do Gus and Willow know what they’re saying?!” He stood up abruptly, pushing his chair back and holding his hand out for Flapjack to turn into a staff.

“Where are you going?”

“To ask them. Duh.”

And in a flash of gold, he was gone.

Tfw your kid goes to the human realm and comes back with 80% more scars and 100% more trauma…

now i cant turn down a happy moment,, remember when pai sho didn’t get in the way of avatar hunting?

“whatcha doing?”

“strategizing, zu.” 

[i.d. a digital drawing of zuko, lu ten, and iroh from atla. lu ten sits on one side of a pai sho board with one hand thoughtfully on his chin, across from a smiling iroh. a tiny zuko is peeking over the edge of the table. the characters on the pink background translate to “what are you doing?” “strategizing, zu.” end i.d.]

Just a silly little comic because I’ve gotten back into Avatar and the freedom fighters own my heart!

I just,, I love them! Anyways here’s a comic about Jets totally heterosexual obsession with tea boy Li aha

Do NOT repost anywhere else.

First time making a comic in clip studio paint, I think it went well?? I hope? I gave up on the backgrounds tho

The freedom fighters my beloved

I saw this tumblr post and HAD to draw it, please accept my humble A:TLA offering.

Fire Lord Zuko Headcanons

The servants are just so terrified by him at the beginning?? Because here is this obviously powerful fire bender, the avatars fire bending teacher, and their fire lord and he is literally the most unpredictable person ever in their eyes

Every other fire lord was at least a little predictable bc staff knew what fire lords and fire nation royalty acted like but here is this guy over here who never yells at them?? Who never hurts them?? Who never banishes or fires them??

The first time they ever saw him angry/disappointed at staff was when he was telling the cooks to never make roast turtleduckling ever again he doesn’t care how tender they are thank you very much

When he has to deal with a particularly condescending or war mongering general or politician that day, he’ll sneak off to the kitchens and just make rage tea

If someone doesn’t remind him to eat he just forgets?? So the Head Cook, a woman everyone can agree on is the meanest, toughest, strictest person around, sends food to him every few hours no matter how many times he’s told her in person she doesn’t need to

Zuko will just casually let slip some really horrifying fact and the staf will just be very disturbed bc your grANDFATHER ORDERED YOUR DEATH

“Oh yeah, but my mom killed him so it’s okay”

*distressed noises from background staff*

They are slowly beginning to piece together everything that happened to their fire lord during his exile using their combined knowledge from off hand comments they heard Zuko make

Ok but Zuko using the knowledge he acquired during his banishment to help him as the Fire Lord. Like making small talk with Earth Kingdom dignitaries about their local foods that he enjoyed and even misses. Like having in-depth conversations with his captains about sea currents and navigation. Like, in the middle of a meeting with several high-ranking naval officials, pointing out flails in security, like how a person can cling to a Fire Nation ship for hours at a time, or climb aboard using hatches on the upper decks, or disguise themselves as a lower ranking guard with easily accessible spare armour….

Though none of his experiences can prepare Zuko for the long, awkward silence that comes after he admits to doing or at least knowing something illegal and/or completely buck wild

hc that zuko is autistic (he just like me fr) and has a firepit in his bedroom that he keeps lit at night, not for any temperature reasons but because he got used to having noise (of the ocean) when he slept on the ship, and now he can't sleep without it. also he makes popping noises with his mouth and snaps his fingers subconsciously as stims

Family breakfasts with Tommy have become somewhat of a routine.

He comes over on the days Maria leaves for her work early (which is more often than not), eats her granola and drinks Joel's coffee, and they talk about whatever they feel like, though Ellie loves asking him about his recent patrols. She kicks her feet up into Joel's lap and draws it out as long as she can before sprinting all the way to school, but it's worth it if it means just one more story.

Today, though, she's late. Really fucking late. It's not her fault she got a bit distracted by the new book Tommy had brought her last afternoon (it's about SPACE Joel, that trumps school and sleep by a mile), but now she had about five minutes to get out of the house and into the classroom. Ellie barrels down the stairs, bag slung over her shoulder, and has to catch herself on the banister to not slip on the floor once she jumps over the last few steps

"Careful, baby," Joel calls over, worriedly watching her put on her shoes while standing on one leg, jumping to keep her balance. Tommy, on the other hand, looks majorly amused, and she can hear him chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah, old man, I can keep my balance just fine."

She ties her laces so she doesn't trip once she starts running and is about to leave when Joel whistles to call her back.

"Breakfast, Ellie."

Fucking Joel and his stupid rules, but Ellie spins on the spot and uses the kitchen door frame to propel herself toward the counter and pick up two apples for later, stuffing them into her bag with a happy? thrown over her shoulder.

"Mh, have a nice day at school, kiddo," he tries to sound all parental, but she can hear the softness bleeding through and just knows he's holding back a grin. Ellie crosses the distance between them with two big steps and slings her arms around his neck, allowing herself the luxury of melting against him for a few precious seconds when he gently rubs his thumbs over her wrists and lifts her clasped hands to press a kiss to her knuckles.

With a heavy sigh and a silent fuck you to whoever invented math, she pulls back, but not without pressing a kiss to Joel's cheek, basking in the smile he gives her; it's so easy to make him happy, and she does it as much as she can.

Ellie can feel Tommy's eyes on them, he always watches them with a gleeful mixture of amusement and affection, and over the last year, he has settled into the warm parts of her heart, too. He is right between her and the door, sipping on his coffee, so, really, it's not even a conscious choice, more of a reflex.

Her hand comes down on the table when she steps toward the front door and away from Joel, balancing herself so she can lean around the back of his chair and press a quick kiss to his cheek, too. Ellie bites back the small laugh bubbling up when she sees the expression on his face, mouth slightly open, eyes seeking help from Joel, who simply shrugs and picks up his cup again.

Another minute ticks by on the kitchen clock, and she is finally on her way out, the goodbye she yells at them cut off when the front door slams close behind her.

-

("What the hell was that?"

"She is laying her claim on you."

"Whatever that means, Joel, she's your kid, not mine."

"Better get ready to give up your personal space and half your closet."

"My clothes, really?"

"You never know what she might do next, prepare for the worst."

"Are you sure she's not yours? 'Cause this sounds oddly familiar."

"Oh, she is, she just found me all on her own."

"Glad she did, haven't seen you smile like that in twenty years."

"Give it a week and I'll tell you the same thing.")