#norbu

[fatmagic]

[smitukey]

Some cows and critters from art fight 🐮

@ sadtime_hotline0

@yakksalot

@henryjdoe

@ Rukaisa

@just-a-trans-nerd

[moviemosaics]

Lunana: A Yak in the Classroom

directed by Pawo Choyning Dorji, 2019

[squishmallowbutterflies]

I got 5 inch Norbu today! In love with them

[theotherace]

Taang Kids!

(( In my head, Bumi and Asha take a lot after the Bei Fongs; Bumi looks more like Lao with each passing year -- though he obviously has his dad’s hair and eye colour --, and Asha takes mostly after Toph, who in turn takes after Poppy. The twins, Norbu and Tenzin, are basically carbon copies of Aang (with Toph’s hair). Kavi is a good mix between both parents.. ))

(( also, i was experimenting with hair, and i’m still not sure if i like the result. norbu’s head looks very ... square. ))

[theotherace]

Babies With Bed Heads.

[theotherace]

From left to right: Bumi (18), Tenzin and Norbu (both 14), Asha (12) and Kavi (6).

Yay! I’m done, and I think I did pretty well. Their heights probably don’t match up entirely (I think if you’d unfold Norbu’s legs and put him next to Tenzin, he’d be a bit taller, or maybe I’m just imagining things), but ... yeah. This came out way better than expected. I even think I got some of their personality to show, but maybe that's just because I know ... well, their personalities. 

Anyway, might do the Current AU Sukka kids next. Only gave them two, so that’ll be way quicker. 

[theotherace]

Pebbles

(( @gavinskye​ said “Aang asking Toph for help on how to navigate high society?” when I asked for requests, and I’m a little bit incompetent, so this is an etiquette lesson, but it’s directed towards their oldest kid, not towards Aang. Hope this is alright, too. It’s very short, because these were never supposed to be long. I’m tagging these ‘shitty little oneshots’, and there’s a reason for that. 

Additional notes: Yeye is the Chinese word for the paternal grandfather, as far as I found out. Bumi’s still calling Toph’s dad so, because the word for the maternal grandfather is Lao Ye, which ... well, his name is already Lao. Also, there’s a drawing of the kid and his pebbles at the end. ))

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Aang sighed.

To his right, Bumi grinned his broadest grin, smug like only a Bei Fong could be, and snatched up one of the pebbles lying before Toph to place atop the small tower he'd already build next to his knee.

The rocks hadn't fallen over even once in the last twenty minutes, seemingly melting into each other perfectly as soon as Bumi added one to the stack, and Aang doubted his son was conscious of what he was doing, but it delighted him to watch the boy bend so intuitively.

He was a master in the making, there could be no doubt about that in anybody's mind.

But, now was not the time to be proud.

Now was the time to protest.

"Why can I not drink the water?", he asked, his voice very nearly a whine, and Bumi giggled; the corners of Aang's mouth twitched upward.

"Because", Toph said, very gently, in the same way one might talk to a stubborn toddler, "that is not what it is for. A bowl of water – no matter how refreshing the lemons in it make it – is there to wash your–"

"You didn't say anything about a bowl!", he interrupted in mock-indignation.

She pulled a strand of raven hair from Norbu's pudgy, fumbling fingers, an almost invisible smile dancing over her lips as well, then laughed: "You've always been such a sore loser."

Aang made a face at her.

"I know you're pouting", she sing-songed.

Bumi continued giggling, and it was one of the purest sounds in the world.

"Next question!", he said enthusiastically, and Aang tried to remember if he'd ever been so happy about receiving etiquette lessons – he didn't think so, as Toph had been a much less patient teacher back then, and table manners hadn't been something either of them had found any joy in.

"Alright", she cleared her throat importantly, "when is it acceptable to start eating?"

Aang opened his mouth, but Bumi was quicker: "When Yeye says so!", his voice clear and happy and excited to answer his mother's question.

"And when your grandfather isn't present?"

"When ... somebody important says so ... ? Like, Uncle Zuko?"

"That's right."

"Yes!"

Bumi grabbed another stone.

"You're so bad at this, Daddy", he laughed.

"I know", Aang sighed, and clutched at his heart dramatically. "When will I ever learn?"

"Never", said Toph in a dead-pan voice, and she was grinning just as broadly as their little boy. "Been trying to teach you for twenty years now, and still there's no hope for you to pass as anything but as busboy."

She shook her head.

"Tragic."

"Truly", he chuckled.