Yes, Zuko May Be A Theater Gay, But Have We Considered Writer Gay? 

Zuko and Katara got into a habit of calling each other cringe pet names out of spite when they're enemies to make each other angrier. And no one understands why.

"Oh, it's you sweetheart" she said with a sultry voice, but there's also a subtle hint of anger lies underneath her tone. She uncaps her waterskin and smirks.

"Hello again, darling" Zuko says, teasing her but his voice's also full of hatred.

They run towards each other and their battle cries mingle.

Toph wonders whether they were gonna end up make out or shredding each other in pieces.

I may just be your parent.

Being surrounded by 'none biological family but might as well be' trope has me in choke hold, and honestly ima enjoy myself. Dialogue and prompt mix!

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Angst:

Cradling the crying child that is not theirs in their arms after being either invalidated or abused by their actual parent/s, wiping away at their tears, and whispering gentle promises in their ear.

Fighting for the custody/adoption of a said child from incapable parents.

"WE MAY NOT BE RELATED BY BLOOD! BUT THEY ARE MINE, lay a single finder on them I will personally drag your ass to hell!"

"Where were you when the kids needed you? and NOW you want to be present?"

"No baby, I swear to you, they will not lay a single hand on you ok? go up to your room, we'll just talk, it'll be quick ok? pick the book you wanna read"

Rocking the kid back and forth after having a panic attack, both doing the breathing exercise they found online when they first witnessed their kid have their first panic attack.

Fighting and legalizing for the kid's custody or adoption because their parents aren't fit for the parental role.

"I fought for you, you're not getting rid of me that easily whether you hate me or not because I love you no matter how ugly things get"

Breaking down after arguing with the kid and hearing them scream how much they hate them and wish they were anywhere but near them.

Fighting and pushing for their kid's justice when the authorities turned a blind eye.

Serving their kid's justice themselves no matter how bloody and ugly it gets.

"Oh sweety, we didn't sacrifice everything just to build you up for someone to just bring you down. come on. I'll make sure they regret every tear that you cried"

"You don't deserve this wonderful kid! you don't see the mess you're putting them in!" "And you think you're deserving eno-" "AT LEAST I'M BETTER THAN YOU'LL EVER BE!"

"Tell me, how come they don't ever call? they're so ungrateful, after all I've done for them?" "Maybe a self-check would humble you, at least before I do"

Fluff:

Sunday routines of ice creams and park visits!

Fun sleepovers because they can stay past their bedtime with stories of their parent's earlier years.

Being accidentally called mom/dad while in the moment.

School visits and pickups when their actual parents can't! And they can get food on the way!

Being the kid's scapegoat when the kids sneak out of the house doing kids' stuff and they totally got the kid's back

"oh come on! Let the kids live a little! Not like you weren't their age once! You were far worst! Don't deny it!

Taking the kids shopping to spite their killjoy parents.

Wearing the kids creation with pride, clothes, jewelry or anything the kids gave them and countless pictures.

Parading around the streets with matching kids fashion, large sunglasses, tutus, skirts, bangles and dangly necklaces, and matching tiaras and fairy wings.

Running errands with or for the kids when they need anything.

"Oh come on kiddo, cheer up, you know you're mom can be a bit too much, I can assure you she means well"

They're practically on speed dial on every occasion there is.

Doing mani pedies with the closeted child and creating their safe environment for them and being their comfort if their parents show homophobia.

Chaos:

"NO! drop it! Don't put it in your mouth!!!"

"Where did you get that?! didn't I tell you not to snoop around where you shouldn't be snooping at?" "But come on! it's so cool! it's a self-destructive rocket ship! it's vibrating and all!"

Playing in the playground with the kids, screw being a grown-up, and sitting on the bench, if they can fit and slide in the kiddie slide they will join the kids.

Bumping every kid on-site in bump car rides, they are surrounding the kids and targeting any suspected enemy.

Dressing up as chickens taunting the kids' bullies' parents after having a meeting about it and the bullies' parents get away scot-free, they came dressing up as chickens and clucking out of the bullies' house before throwing hands.

"Geez! when I told you to hurry up I didn't want to slingshot yourself out the door." "It's effective though!" "KID YOU HAAVE A BROKEN NOSE!"

"I swear you are the reason I don't want kids!" "You love me though right?"

Picking the kids up in the middle of the day when they're requesting a pickup after cutting classes.

Playing tea parties with the kids with actual food and experiment/concoctions the kids made and they would eat that shit like it's bussin bussin.

Using their kids as partner magnets on play dates but utterly fails when said kids either pull them away or cause some type of chaos to get them home.

Egging bully houses and TPing their yards.

Camping out in the woods to try to live both of your fantasies of being fairies and or witches in the woods only to be attacked by mosquitos, bugs and no proper bathrooms

Concept: Fire-sibs with Congenital Prosopagnosia. They’re face-blind.

Azula is fine. She chose 2 friends with extremely distinctive voices & body-language and decided that was enough. Recognizing anyone else is beneath her station as a princess. If they were important they’d wear a crown.

Zuko on the other hand has been on this ship for 3 years and he’s concerned that if he doesn’t capture the Avatar soon, this group of middle-aged men might begin to suspect can’t tell them apart.

Literally any disguise will fool Zuko. Cover Aang’s tattoos and he can’t pick him out of a lineup. Fortunately water-tribe teens are rare outside of the poles, and Aang has a habit of declaring himself the Avatar so he stands a chance as long as they don’t catch on…

Bonus: Ty Lee’s sisters don’t even look that much like her. It’s just a standard familial resemblance. But Zuko and Azula both made the mistake several times as children and have complained about how hard it is to tell them all apart, and nobody bothered to correct them (because royalty) so Ty Lee believed them.

🌄 Max x Preston Headcanons ⛺️

🌅 Max was always so infuriated with the way Nurf treated Preston, but couldn't ever show it.

🌄 He'd never felt like he should help anyone before, nevermind the theatreboy. It just pissed him off whenever Nurf raised his voice at Preston, he didn't even do anything wrong!

⛺️ Max had shrugged it off as just being overdramatic, until later in the night. He'd heard soft sobbing, and decided to follow the noise.

🎑 It confused him when he ended up at Preston's tent. They were both reluctant to talk at first, but eventually spent the whole night together talking and giggling. <3

Some autistic zuko headcanons

He uses firebending as a stim, often lighting small flames between his fingers while he taps them together. He also rocks back and forth while meditating by himself.

His family, especially Azula, picked up on his nuerodivergency pretty early on and that’s caused him to be even more of an outsider. (The Royal Family are all dicks)

He doesn’t understand jokes or sarcasm very well but he’s mean to his friends as a joke (they have a hard time getting it).

His hyper fixation is sword fighting and theater. He knows a surprising amount and is a little embarrassed about it. (The theater part at least.)

He tends to overexplain himself because he’s scared he isn’t being understood, so he comes off as a bit awkward.

Feel free to add on!

Have you thought about Zoeymau recently? Here’s your incentive

currently cackling about the idea of ellie lifting weights and practicing SPECIFICALLY because she WILL pick joel up one day so help her GOD

and the day she finally manages a fireman’s carry, joel is teasing her about being mighty mouse, and then she actually does it and joel’s just like O.O

This flashback in ATLA, Azulon becoming enraged with Ozai for disrespecting Iroh and the recently deceased Lu Ten, is usually interpreted as Azulon then ordering Ozai to kill Zuko. I disagree with this for two reasons. 1: We don’t actually hear Azulon say that, it’s only referred to by Azula (who was around seven or eight at the time and might have misunderstood what she heard) and by Ozai, years later, when he is taunting Zuko on the Day of Black Sun. Neither Azula nor Ozai are reliable narrators. 2: Azulon is, at the time of this flashback, the ruler of the Fire Nation who has just lost one of his only two grandsons and heirs. What kind of monarch loses one heir and then turns around and demands the death of another, especially when losing Zuko would hardly bother Ozai? My interpretation of this situation is Azulon ordered Ozai to give Zuko into Iroh’s care, replacing Lu Ten as Iroh’s heir, neatly removing any argument Ozai had about Iroh’s line having ended. Ozai of course would never accept this. He either lied to Ursa, claiming Azulon wished Zuko dead, or outright told his wife he’d kill Zuko before seeing him get ahead of him in the line of succession, thus manipulating Ursa to help him assassinate Azulon. I think this theory makes far more logical sense than ‘Azulon ordered the murder of his nine-year-old grandson’.

Bow before Chieftess Yue and her consort Chief-King Zuko.

Zukos rank is directly below Yue, which was decided by them. Arnook and the council didn't like the idea, since that goes against their culture, but Zuko was raised in a society where gender doesn't determine role. He loves his wonderful, intelligent, determined wife. She's a great leader and Zuko is a good support.

what is Herdbalist Zuko's hair like?

YES. Finally, someone asking the IMPORTANT questions!

“Well I would have brought my comb. But you kidnapped me.”

“You are just not gonna let that go, are you,” Sokka said.

“Sokka,” Katara said. “Aang did pull him into the saddle. While he was saying ‘no.’ And then we didn’t ever bring him back.”

“Because there is an evil fire-shooty admiral guy after us! ‘Us’ including him! Which I am still waiting on an explanation for, but I will at least accept a ‘thank you Team Avatar for saving me!’ ”

“Well,” Spirit said.

“Do not–”

“I would have brought my gratitude–”

“–finish that.”

“But you kidnapped me.”

He didn’t even say it accusingly. He said it while scratching the sweet spot at the base of a lemur’s tail, smiling with airy indifference, as Katara sat behind him combing out the bison-flight tangles from his ridiculously luxuriant waves of hair.

“Did you leave your dignity behind, too?” Sokka accused. “What kind of man has hair down to his butt–”

“Longer than that,” Katara reports, running her comb through just a section of that hair because they would probably both have to be standing for her to get a full swipe in.

“–and lets another man’s little sister play hair stylist? Do you not know the danger of surrendering hair control to a little sister?”

“I can think of worse things a little sister could do.” Their demure firebender kidnappee continued to smile. Sokka would have really appreciated if he’d been a surly firebending prisoner instead.

“I’m going to give you hair loops,” Katara said. “Beads or no beads?”

“No beads!” Sokka snapped.

“Just do the opposite of whatever your brother says.”

“Beads!”

“I’m so glad you agree,” his little sister said, sickly-sweet, her smile matching the firebender’s smirk.

It was stupid how good his hair looked when Katara was done. All… loopy, and beady. And every day on the flight north it got more and more complicated because there wasn’t much to do on the back of a bison, until there were tiny braidy loops and swirls intertwining everywhere and a loopy-beady high bun, and still so much hair left to cascade down his back, and it didn’t even get sufficiently ruined when the Northern waterbenders attacked even though Sokka’s hair looked like a hare-possum had died in it.

And one of their warriors offered the guy a hand down from Appa when they got to the city. What was with that?

“She’s pretty,” said warrior sighed, as all that hair went swishing after Aang and Katara.

Sokka squawked.

“Sorry,” the guy said. “Your sister?”

Additional squawking ensued.