Aug 15, 2021
NextGen Kiddos. Kind of a re-draw of this.
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NextGen Kiddos. Kind of a re-draw of this.
Ref. sheet from a few months back of one of my TFA OCs. You can see her full bio on my DA (linked below).
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Language of Flowers I (Christmas)
“A gift for you. I thought it was appropriate considering your seasonal festivities.” A small bouquet of flowers, leaves and berries entwined with a strip of old cloth appeared in his hand, “Plants do not stay alive for long in the dead kingdom.” The judge added with some remorse.
“It’s alright.” Ursa took the dried bouquet that Judicator had summoned, her heart warming as she identified each plant and its meaning, “Gorse, endearing affection. Dogwood, durability. Cedar for strength.” She paused as her finger stroked the delicate leaflets, “What is this? This looks like type of fern, but not quite.”
“Locust leaves.” The judge of souls replied.
“Affection from beyond the grave.” Ursa finished softly. She smiled warmly at the spirit leaning halfway out of her bathroom mirror, “Ever the poet you are, Judicator. I didn’t think you’d read that book.”
He chuckled at that, “I had time while we were residing in your home.”
A small sprig of leaves and white berries caught her eye, “And this… mistletoe?”
“I suppose you know what it means.” he replies, his eyes bright with mirth.
“I surmount all difficulties and…” She then laughed brightly, “Judicator! You are so cheeky! Come here, you.” Leaning over the sink, Ursa planted a firm kiss on his cheek. A gentle, but cold touch made her look up, locking gazes with her ghostly visitor. She blushed as he deftly plucked the sprig of green and white berries from her bouquet and tucked it behind her ear, his caress lingering on her skin. Ursa tilted upwards, closing her eyes and kissed the judge of souls again, this time stealing a kiss from his mouth, “Jokes aside, thank you for the gift. It’s really lovely of you.”
Tenderly cupping her cheek with his hand, Judicator pressed his forehead against hers affectionately, “You are welcome. Merry Christmas, my dear Ursa.”
nothing for taang week today, because instead of working on the prompt, something compelled me to do this. i’m not done yet, but ... y’know.
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“I'm pregnant.”
Dinner is awkward.
Iroh is staring daggers at him from across the table, missing his mouth every now and again with his chopsticks while doing so, which would be hilarious, frankly, if Bumi weren't bothered by the anger rolling off of his friend in waves.
Unfortunately, he is.
Bothered, that is.
Because Iroh has known him for not just most but actually all of his life, has been his friend for as long as Bumi can remember, somebody he'd looked up to and respected just a little too much as a boy and still greatly admires now, and it hurts, more than just a bit, to be misjudged like this by a man he would trust with his life.
Because Bumi might not be Fire Nation, but he still fashions himself a man of unquestionable honour, a family man above everything, and he would never abandon his child or the woman he loves just because things have gotten a little complicated.
He's very aware of the reputation he's racked up over the last few years, and maybe the man in those rumours and whispers would do what Iroh fears he will, but Bumi isn't that man, he's never been, and he wishes Iroh could see that.
Kya can, at least. Which is quite reassuring, if Bumi has to be honest.
Her fingers are interwoven with his underneath the table, and it has been a great comfort for him through the last two courses of trying and failing to match Iroh's scowl.
"So, ... what's going on?", Ursa asks when her brother furiously rubs rice and sauce of his cheek. "You guys disagree on which turtleduck is the cutest or something?"
"Ursa", Katara sighs.
"What? Are we just not talking about how weird Iroh is behaving? He's been trying to murder Bumi with looks alone all night – since Bumi's arrived, honestly –, and when have those two ever fought before? This isn't normal. Not my fault you guys won't point it out."
"It's none of your business", Iroh says quietly.
"Well, then it isn't yours, either", Kya snaps at him. "You've been behaving like an idiot for a week straight now. Aren't you tired of this yet? Bumi's your friend. And I'm not a child. So stop with this ... overprotective brother bullshit, or whatever it is you're trying to do right now, because it's seriously pissing me off."
Her family stares at her, astonished.
Bumi hides a smile behind his metal hand.
She doesn't often get loud like this, and he hasn't heard her cuss like that in a while. He doubts anybody but Ursa and him have ever heard her talk this way at all, at least around this table.
Zuko recovers first – a miracle in and on itself.
"I think ... we would all like to know what's going on between the three of you now", he says, very slowly, each word thought through. He's frowning, and the eye that hasn't been burned into a permanent scowl shows mostly confusion.
Kya sighs.
Bumi squeezes her hand.
It's probably now or never.
"I'm pregnant."
It's uncomfortably quiet around the table for a moment.
Then Ursa explodes.
"I knew it!", she shouts, and it's a shout of joy, at least, her golden eyes wide, her face alight with the most Sokka smile Bumi has ever seen on a face that isn't the man's own, and she scrambles out of her chair and around the table so quickly, they've barely blinked before her arms are thrown around Kya's neck. "I knew it! Ha! Congrats!"
"Ursa!"
Iroh goes ignored.
"And with Bumi, too, huh? I know you've always had a thing for him, but–"
"Ursa."
"I'm sorry. But, oh, you're gonna have a baby. How insane is that?"
"Pretty insane", Kya admits, smiling a bit.
"And you told Iroh before you told me?"
"I don't know why, either."
"Come on now, Kya–"
"You're pregnant?"
Ah.
The parents.
"Took you a moment", Ursa grins.
Her mother frowns at her.
Bumi closes his eyes.
Dinner isn't going to get any less awkward any time soon.
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NextGen Doodles, 2
Random Things about my NextGen:
Kavi is a poet and musician
Little Iroh makes Earth Kingdom fashion popular among Fire Nation boys
Tenzin has met Koh
Kesuk needs glasses, but he's also rather vain
Norbu is an architect
Animals flock to Asha, and she brings a new one home every other week
Kya and Tenzin are dedicated and stubborn, but not naturally talented benders
Little Iroh, Sesi, Kesuk and Dawa are non-benders
Norbu, Tenzin, Kavi and Koji are airbenders
Bumi and Asha are earthbenders
Kya is a firebender
Ursa is a waterbender
Bumi loses his arm in a fire
Aang is Koji's airbending teacher
Kavi is the tallest
Dawa is the shortest
Koji is adopted
A piece I drew of these two lovebirds for Pride Month earlier this year
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