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4. History

Aunt Family
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In World History, the Aunt Family ‘verse parallels our own. The magic that exists here is mostly personal magic - it can change a single person’s timeline, or a single family’s, but rarely the world’s.
(Yes, I know that there are ways that A can change B, but this is not so much an AU as it is a world in which personal problems sometimes have unusual solutions).

The Aunt Family themselves… their history is lost in myth and fuzzy retellings, and every branch of the family tells it a little bit differently. What we know is that, at some point, the strong personalities in a long-ago family decided that their thin but interesting powers could best be handled — and family feuds avoided — if they kept the power in the hands of a single childless woman.

And as the family grew, so did the power.


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Many centuries ago — nearly a millennium — portals opened between an untouched planet and several other worlds, and a few people came through, a farmer and his family.

You said that already, Lyn.

Ahem.

That farmer’s settlement became the basis of the capital town. He brought through others from his home village — which was in chaos at the time — and, when the portal opened somewhere else, brought through those people, too.

Other portals formed their own settlements. Over time and trade and more than a few battles, over quests by Key-bearers from other worlds and mighty adventures, the settlements on these islands/small continents settled into a few nations.

The nation our story is set in became a monarchy with a very strong bureaucracy . Which was fine for quite a while.

And then the Crown Prince vanished.
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More of a vignette than a true story, a bit involving two pure-bred Ellehemaei some time not too long before The War. Verena has appeared recently in “…There is a Military Group in the Area. ..."

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“I’m sorry, Tancred, but our family is depleted and this was the deal we could make.”

Tancred‘s mother didn’t look all that sorry. If anything, she looked pleased.

That was like her, though. She’d solved two problems with one stone.

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Originally posted during the run of Addergoole: The Original Series, so sometime between 2009 & 2012.

It rained at Martin’s funeral; Meckil made sure of it.

She wasn’t allowed at the funeral; ancient ancestral promises banned her from hallowed ground across the continent. So she stood outside, under the branches of the linden tree that had Named her, dressed in mourning as befit a widow, heedless of the scandal, and watched, working the Words of the rainfall into Martin’s eulogy.
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After Beryl and one Specific Boy, which is after B is for Beryl and her Boys.
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“I know,” Jake admitted, “a cemetery isn’t really the ordinary sort of place to take a girl on a date. But I figured, you’re not an ordinary sort of girl, and, really, I’m not really all that normal myself, so why would we go on an ordinary date?

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After Fated, for my Fourth Finish It Bingo Card.

At the third adoption agency, Karen acknowledged that her family and the power were definitely getting in her way. Before she called the fourth - they lived near a big enough city, but there was still a limit - she visited her Aunt Becka.

She brought Aunt Becka’s favorite sweet rolls and a fresh box of her favorite tea.

And while they ate rolls and gossiped about the family, she swirled her mug and studied the leaves at the bottom.

Everyone had always told her she had no skill for it, no art. She looked at the leaves and saw a cradle.

“Here, dear.” Aunt Becka reached for the mug, and pulled her fingers back when sparks lit up between them.
“Oh!” She chuckled, sounding more pleased than the old woman had sounded in some time. “So you’ve decided to own it, have you?”
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For those keeping track at home: This is before almost everything in Eva’s timeline except the first few stories (the garage sale, etc.).

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Eva stared at her kitchen.

It was her kitchen now.

That was the first thing.
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Eight p.m. on a Tuesday was not when Semele expected a knock on her door, but she opened it anyway. "Jarah, I thought we agreed.... What?"

"One hundred eight white roses, delivery for Semele cy'Sakamoto."
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Today’s Trunk Story was actually published! In the February 2012 issue of EMG-Zine, no longer publishing.
It follows the further adventures of Ruan.

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There were many things Ruan loved about having an antiquities dealer and amateur museum curator as a beau: his lovely wit, his beautiful eyes, his way around an aetheric detector. But the thing which she loved the most was his wonderful habit of bring her home toys, gadgets, and devices.

Regarding this particular gadget – perhaps “contraption” was a better word – however, Ruan wasn’t certain if she should be happy, or if disgruntlement was more called for. “What, pray tell, is it?”

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Originally posted on March 19, 2011.
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She opened her eyes to the world around her, her memories already fading.

She'd shared some of them with her parents-to-be beforehand, but there was a bit of a language barrier, an image barrier. They could understand, through careful, patient relaying of images, that this was not her first life.

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Originally posted on Dec. 19, 2011
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“Are you sure you’ll stay, then?”

Shea hadn’t been looking for the underground facility – hadn’t been looking, at least, for this specific, deep-cavern-system underground facility, with its refugee population hidden there since the Catastrophe. But, having found it, and, more importantly, having found them, Shea couldn’t leave without doing something.

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Originally posted February 15, 2012: more about the cat that would become Radar later.

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Zenobia didn't give the cat a name, but she did leave a bowl of cream out for him every morning, and a bit of her dinner meat every evening.

Her Aunt Beulah had left her the cat, along with the property and the title, when she vanished into the mist one late-November evening. He was, at that point, already an elderly cat, if family memory held, but, in this case, family memory, generally a very reliable thing, seemed to falter.

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Oh, dear.” Asta patted her nephew’s shoulder gingerly. “Not again?”

Will sighed and looked out the window. “Again. I managed to cover it up, the way you showed me…”

“But if this keeps happening, eventually the grandmothers and the mothers and the fussbudgets down at church are going to figure it out, no matter how small-minded they are,” Asta finished with a sigh. “And then they’re going to give you Willard’s choice.”

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For this repost story, something from 2011 that starts Radar’s story as well as the saga of Beryl’s relationship with her young man.


"But Mom..."

"Don't argue. You know it's your Aunt Beatrix's turn to host Thanksgiving, and you know we can't very well not show up only on her years."

"But Moooom," Beryl's younger sister Amy picked up the complaint, "it smells funny there."

"It's the cats," their older sister Chalcedony added. "Mom, come on. Someone needs to tell Beatrix that her house smells like cat pee."

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After B is for Beryl and her Boys, for my Third Finish It Bingo Card..

Her mother didn’t really want her to go out alone with Jake, but Beryl was, after all, a good girl, and there was the not-argument they didn’t quite say but talked around: If I’m good and want to be Aunt, I’m going to be Very Careful. If I’m not good, then you don’t have to worry about me being the next Aunt.
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Click to embiggen.

I do not know WHOSE house the unlabeled red outline in the top image is, but it’s family.
The words on the lower image are “Aunt House,” “Church,” and “Diner,” from left to right, bottom to top.
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This comes after King(maker) Cake, King for a Day, After the Kinging, Stone: Aftermath, and Stone: After some Aftermath
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Beryl and Stone both had a hand on the necklace that was their ancestor (or at least distant relative; neither had bothered to look up where he stood on the family tree, in part because that would require talking to the relatives who kept the family tree, and that might lead to some awkward explanations nobody wanted to get into).

::Very good. Now. Where to start?::

“What happens when you go against the will of the family?” Stone was whispering. His door was half-open, half-closed, because he and Beryl both thought this was more than a little weird and wanted to be able to shout for help if they had to.

::And it’s a good question, even if it’s an awkward question. So. Who’s the will of the family?::
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March is Worldbuilding Month! Leave me a question about any of my worlds, and I will do my best to answer it!
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This eighth one is from [personal profile] sauergeek: You have storytellers in at least three universes: Autumn in Stranded, Tanakae in Calepurn, and Rosaria in Aunt Family. Am I missing others? How do their styles overlap, and how do they differ? What are their goals in storytelling? (Lotsa questions!)


Ooh! I probably do have other storytellers, because I like the trope of the storyteller. I like telling stories within the confines of the story, for one - some day I hope to do an at-least-triple-nested story, like Arabian Nights. Maybe for Camp Nano in July~

Autumn tells stories for two reasons: One, because she is a small-change artist, and engaging your audience by telling stories is a very good way to get their attention and interest them in buying. As a Neil Gaiman story I just read says, people don’t buy the art, they buy the story. (Paraphrase). Two, because she is a dancer on the strands of life, and she has found that sometimes a story is the best way to engage someone, to get them to heal their own strand damage, to create their own connections.
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This comes after King(maker) Cake, King for a Day, After the Kinging, and Stone: Aftermath
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“Stay here.” Beryl had the bossiness of the family down to an art form, especially the way she seemed to have convinced herself that she wasn’t actually bossy. Stone would’ve been impressed, if she wasn’t his sister. His little sister.

“It’s my room.”

“Yep. Stay there anyway.”

“Not going anywhere.”

Their parents had dealt with having four children in an imbalance of genders in a three-bedroom house by splitting both kids’ bedrooms in half, so Stone’s room wasn’t exactly spacious, but it was his, and he guarded it as jealously as a king would his castle. Beryl - who wanted the same respect, and got it from him, at least - knocked and waited in the open doorway.
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March is Worldbuilding Month! Leave me a question about any of my worlds, and I will do my best to answer it!
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This third one is from [personal profile] kelkyag:
where did the American branch of the family, Carrie and Sarah, come from?

Okay, so I’d originally thought that the immigrated from Away, but I probably shouldn’t have named aunts I was thinking of as German Carrie and Sarah if that were the case.

Also, that doesn’t quite match with what I said to Rix.

So, let’s see.

Wikipedia says:

In the 1670s the first significant groups of German immigrants arrived in the British colonies, settling primarily in New York and Pennsylvania… Between 1820 and 1870 over seven and a half million German immigrants came to the United States

Since that story takes place in 1802, let’s say that the branch that thought of itself as the root branch came over to downstate NY in the late 1670’s.

That means there was an established branch downstate when Carrie and Sarah decided to come up north.

Which changes something - they may BE the root family, but they moved with no family at all. Were they part of a split; i.e., did they have the power of the family but were, say, the only children of an only surviving child? That would explain the move, too; if the power split off between them and another Aunt, a cousin.

So: Carrie and Sarah came from Downstate. *nods firmly*
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First: Visiting the Family
Previous: The Powers that Be



Uncle Willard let Eva’s words hang in the air while he opened up his sun porch to them and brought in a pitcher of cold lemonade.

There was something like a ritual to it, the clean glasses, the glass pitcher, the cold, sweet-tart fresh lemonade. In the winter, it woudl have been tea. Their family had things that they did, and they all did them more or less the same.

The thought made her smile, her lips just starting to curl up as Willard answered.
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This is entirely because of the way Stone has been shaping up in my mind
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There were any number of mysteries to Cat’s new school.

Some of them, she’d been expecting: from things she’d heard, and from the last two times she’d changed schools, she knew that every school had its own slang, and that every locale - city, town, village - had its own places that you couldn’t find on a map. The Quarry. The Old Grocery Store. Down by the Tracks. This one, Demville-Latta, was pretty rural, a good thirty-forty minute drive to the nearest so-called city, so in addition to needing a Demville-to-English dictionary, you pretty much needed a car to get to any of these mystery places.

Her parents were not yet convinced of this necessity, which meant that her mystery-detangling was pretty much limited to school and the bus, at least until either her parents gave in or she made some friends with cars.

Among the other mysteries were Track, really? This school’s only good team sport is track? and What the heck is going on with the Cunningham-Bauer-Talbot-Green-etc. family? That family encompassed two teachers, a bus driver, and, at last count, at least ten students, nine of whom rode her bus. They were the closest-knit group of cousins she’d ever seen - and yet sometimes they seemed just like any other family, arguing and sulking and teasing each other.
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This comes after King(maker) Cake, King for a Day, and After the Kinging.
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“I would ask your sister to borrow her necklace some day. Or her cat. There are worse things the family can do to you than kick you out or bind your power, and they have done them all at one point or another.”

Stone chewed over those words for a week before he let himself even think about doing anything about them.

It wasn’t like he didn’t have other things to think about. Classes were back in session, he still had a few relatives hassling him about the trinket he’d gotten in his muffin, and something over the Christmas break - he hoped it wasn’t the rabbit trinket, really, really hoped it wasn’t - had gotten him a little more attention in school than he normally had, or than he felt comfortable with.

Jenny Connor had literally followed him home from school the other day! She’d been talking to Chalce, so he hadn’t noticed she was even on the bus - his sister was popular, even if she didn’t drive to school; she was always talking to someone - and tried to follow him into his room.
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This is written to [livejournal.com profile] sauergeek‘s commission and a request for more about how Beryl’s father got hooked into the family.
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In high school, there had been a couple people — two in every year, three in the class that were freshmen when Mark was a senior — that were just a little bit different.

Not “didn’t follow the social conventions quite right” different, not “their accent says they didn’t grow up around here” different, but somehow just a little strange, despite conventional clothes and conventional haircuts.

To himself, Mark thought of them as “shiny” or, sometimes “sparkly,” but since none of his buddies seemed to notice — and none of the sparkly people seemed to notice him — he thought little more of it.

Then came college.

Freshman year, first semester, Survey of American Literature I. She sat down next to him and smiled, and Mark was hooked.
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March is Worldbuilding Month! Leave me a question about any of my worlds, and I will do my best to answer it!
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This third one is from [personal profile] rix_scaedu:
If the Family in the Aunt Family occasionally splits off anew Family with a new Aunt, where was the original Family? Is it still there? Is there some Family version of “the old country”?

That’s complicated!

Because sometimes branches die out. It requires at least two sisters, after all (or sometimes in rare occasions, brothers, but that’s, as said, rare, and very frowned on, and such), one of which (again, in most cases), remained unmarried, childless, and near her sister’s family. It requires that unmarried sister to at least have the strength to carry the power, and the family branch to have enough power to invest in her.

Sometimes branches are actually wiped out, but that is a rare occurrence in the modern day.

Let’s see.

The original Family came out of England and Germany, and for a long time (legends notwithstanding) was not nearly as formalized an arrangement as it is in the modern day. When the family that believed itself to be the root family moved to the US, they left behind no other sibling groups, but there were several members of the family who were related, carried the spark, and eventually had children of their own.

Note: Not everyone who has power is related to the Family, but they are a broad and deep family-grove with many scions over, by the point, most of the world.

The “original” family at this point would be considered the one that can trace its ancestry back in an unbroken line of Aunts to the first Aunt in America. That actually is Evangaline’s line. It was an aunt of her line who came up with the ritual that collects the power of an already-psychically-skilled family and concentrates the larger portion of it into one person, allowing the family as a whole to have more power than they would otherwise, and allowing the power to be used and directed for bigger and bigger uses.

That happened prior to coming to the U.S., but it was believed, when they moved, that they had brought their entire family and thus their entire power structure with them.
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The meme is here: Give me the names of two characters and I will tell you why character A loves character B.

Here is [personal profile] kelkyag's third prompt. Beryl and Stone are from the Aunt Family.


Beryl knew how most girls at school were with their big brothers.

In her opinion, much of that was because their big brothers were big jerks, but she had noticed that was the way family dynamics seemed to flow, outside of the Family.

(She made an informal study of such things, because she didn't really want to marry a cousin, should she end up marrying someone, and so she didn't want to be lost the way her father said he'd been, way back when.)

But Stone wasn't like that. Stone helped her with her homework, and, once, showed her how to cast a charm so her worst bully tripped over his feet every time he got close. And they talked about spellwork together, and she showed him secret tarot spreads and tricks with the tea leaves.

She told him Maddy Spinner was no good for him, too, but she was pretty sure any sister would've done that.

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This is written to [livejournal.com profile] sauergeek‘s commissioned continuation of King(Maker) Cake and King for a Day, a story of the Aunt Family.
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Stone was cornered.

School started tomorrow, and he had never, ever, not since kindergarten, been so happy to be going back to school.

At the moment, he was cornered by his Great-Aunt Rosaria, who was, he had to admit, one of his favorite relatives - normally. Right now, he didn’t want to see another Family woman as long as he lived.

It had started with his mother, because nobody was going to argue her precedent, and then with his grandmother, because Eva was too polite to argue with her. And then Eva, Beryl and Chalce and even Amy, his sisters taking turns asking him questions that ranged from ridiculous (mostly Amy) to far too penetrating (Beryl),
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The meme is here: Give me the names of two characters and I will tell you why character A loves character B.

Here is [personal profile] kelkyag's second prompt. Rosaria and Willard are from the Aunt Family, as per the tree below.




Rosaria and Willard

Rosaria had brothers. She had sons, she had a father. She had had, for a while, a husband, although that seemed like a very long time ago.

So when she tried on "I love him like this," like a father, like a brother, like a son, she knew of what she was speaking. And none of them quite fit.

She had other nephews, too, and she could not say that she felt for any of them what she felt for Willard. Willard was - he was different, and not just because of the spark. He was important, and not just because the family had severed him from their embrace and their power. He was her friend, and that... that was what had saved them.

"He should be gone from you," Elenora had complained. Elenora was the sort that would complain about that. "He is gone from the family, and yet I can see you're still writing to him. You're still pining over him."

"He's gone as my nephew." She lifted her chin and glared at Elenora, glared at her Aunt, at the Aunt and dared her to challenge that. My nephew sounded strange when she was still so young, but that was what he had been, and in their family, that was a special bond. "You severed that. But he was my friend. And he is still my friend. He will always be that, no matter how far away he is."
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This is written to [livejournal.com profile] sauergeek's commissioned continuation of King(Maker) Cake, a story of the Aunt Family. There's more to be told on this story, but this is where this piece wanted to end.

"Damnit," Stone swore, and immediately wanted to swear again, because you didn't use words like that in front of the family adults. "My..." He meant to say my tooth, but as he fished the piece of metal out of the muffin, he started to feel strange. "... ooooh."

He realized everyone was looking at him, and his survival instincts, which appeared to have been taking a nap up to this point, finally kicked in. He looked at his nearest male cousin — Geoffrey, who had the advantage of being just about as phlegmatic as family men were supposed to be — and muttered, "tell 'em I went out for a walk if they ask. Picking walnuts or something?"

Geoffrey eyed the little gold rabbit in Stone's hand and nodded. "Walnuts. They're in the back," he offered in a mutter.
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This story was originally posted Dec. 19th, 2011. It is part of the Aunt Family setting, albeit with characters who don't otherwise show up often, if at all.

Everyone, Nelia had decided, had to have one relative they dreaded visiting, especially during the holidays.

In a family as wide, varied, and spread-out as Nelia’s, she wasn’t surprised that she had more than one – two aunts and an uncle, to be specific – that she really wanted nothing to do with. And she wasn’t surprised that Fate dictated she see all of them at least fourteen times a year.

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“He’s your cousin.” Karen’s mother made the word sound positively scandalous.

“It’s not as if he’s my first cousin or something,” Karen countered tiredly. She’d already had this conversation with a sister, two cousins, and her mother’s aunt Betty. “To find a common ancestor — and only one of them, I might add - you have to go back up two family splits to a great-grandmother who married three times. Gerry down the street is more related to me than that.”

“But…” Her mother made a distressed noise. “You’re not supposed to… supposed to…”

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Written for my [community profile] ladiesbingo card riffing off of The Strength. See also Deborah's Tag..

Short Summary: Aunts in the Family hold the magic, channel it, and generally direct the family - although the older women (grannies and mothers) often hold as much secular power, if not more. Aunts are childless, unmarried...

...except sometimes, it seems, when they're not.


Pearl was worried. She was more than worried, she was terrified. More than just terrified, she was living in fear of her grannies and sisters, a fear that no normal woman would have grounds to understand, much less feel.

She'd kept it a secret as long as she could, and that had been months longer than she'd thought she'd be able to. She'd used every charm she thought safe and some she wasn't sure about; she'd used every deceit and a few fashion tricks from her friends not in the family. Those friends knew - and if the grannies found out that, Pearl was doubly and triply doomed. She'd gone out of the family for help.
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Written for my [community profile] ladiesbingo card after or riffing off of Tell Me a Story. See also Heroes..

Sum-up of what's come before: Lily's grandma told the best stories, because she could see what needed to be told. What she told for Cady had surprised even her a little bit.


And so the young knight slew her first demon. And although she knew there would be many more demons, and many more mountains to climb, she knew she would never have to face them on her own

Cady had been telling herself those words over and over again. And so the young knight slew a demon. The young knight. A demon. Slew it. She had been whispering them to herself on her walk to school. She'd been shouting them out on the playground, when some of the other girls were pretending they were too old for such things as make-believe, and some of the boys were pretending she couldn't be a knight, because that's not what girls did. She and Lily - and Ken and Melissa and Pat - they went to their little corner of the playground, behind the weird thing nobody wanted to play on, that Cady thought might have been an elephant. And they played Knights and Demons, and Rescue the Princess, and, sometimes, when they were sure the teachers were somewhere else, they played Kiss the Knight.

"The knight thrust with her lance!" she shouted at the thin air. They never had anyone play the demon. they didn't need to. They could all see where he was, the shape he made in the air.

"The lance the princess had made her!" Lily was sitting astride the elephant-thing, cheering her on. She knew the story as well as Cady, of course; it had been Lily's grandmother that had told it to them. "The lance the Princess had carved from her own flesh and bones and, and, and heart."

That part was new. Cady's imaginary lance faltered for a second and her steps shook.

"The demon thought the knight was weak!" Ken prompted, scoffing at the demon. "He couldn't see what even an idiot could see!"

The story was growing. Cady took a step forward. Playground demons could be stabbed with imaginary lances.

"He couldn't see that the princess held the most powerful of all the elements," Pat improvised. Pat's stories were all a little bit more, uh, anime than the rest of them, but it just made everything that much more wild. Nobody else would have said the princess was riding a robotic elephant-horse-dragon, for instance. Nobody else would have given the lance a laser pointer. "The princess wielded, uh." He glanced back at Lily.

The other girls on the playground were playing marriage and divorce or some other soap-opera thing, or truth and dare. Cady had seen them at it. She glanced back at Lily, too, turning so her imaginary lance was still pointed at the invisible demon.

Lily raised her chin. "The princess wielded the hammer of love. She'd swung it with all of her might, to forge the lance for the knight. Because nobody else could make the weapon right." She grinned, gap-toothed and proud of herself. "She was the only one."

Cady found herself inclined to agree. "Nobody else could make the weapon right," she nodded firmly. "And so the Knight thrust her lance into the demon, and it fell." She shoved her imaginary lance forward.

The real demons weren't that easy. But maybe, with Lily's hammer and Pat's screwdriver - sonic of course - and Ken's flower wand, maybe she stood a chance.



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After Estate and Three Glass Beads, Peacock Blue for my second Finish It Bingo Card for [community profile] allbingo

Myrlie knew she wasn’t supposed to be in the attic without adult supervision, but Aunt Lilyah had been squirrely about the whole thing ever since Aunt Kelly went missing, and Aunt Lavey was trying to pretend everything was normal, and her mother was the sort that ignored the Aunt House unless she needed something, and then it was all about what the Aunt could give her, right there, right then.

Besides, the house’s wards liked her, they always had. She’d been five years old when she’d first snuck over to have tea with Aunt Kelly, and the wards had let her in even then. She didn’t want to stop sneaking over just because Aunt Kelly was missing, and as long as she was sneaking over unsupervised, she might as well go into the hidden corners of their Aunt House, which, despite not being all that old (so said everyone), was still sufficiently creepy and mysterious for her.

She’d heard the Root Family had attics bigger than the house itself. She wasn’t sure if that was exaggeration or truth, but what her family’s Aunt House had was a very nice office-like room that just happened to have an archive hidden in what looked like a closet on first glance.
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After Part I

Arranging a trip to New York City was neither a quick endeavor nor one done simply. Eva had to get time off of the job that her family still thought she ought to quit. She had to talk Hadelai into letting Beryl come with her — which, in the long run, meant telling her sister what was going on.

Telling Hadelai came with risk, of course. If Haddy told their mother, then she was likely to tell everyone. The same problem if anyone told their sister Fallon.
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Written to [livejournal.com profile] kelkyag's prompt(s) here to my Summer Giraffe Call.


Okay, this story references or is after several stories, so here goes:

This is where the divination deck originally showed up - 1st story in the whole series.
This story and then this one introduce Adam.

Wild Card comes immediately before the one below.

This is the Finish-It Bingo referencing Wild Card.

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Okay!

So this references and quotes from Asta's Journal (free for everyone, on Patreon) and references/comes after Even a Locked Chest Must be Unlocked. Everything in here that does not directly reference Captain America is canon for the Aunt Family 'verse... which, if you're new to it, has a landing page here.

Enjoy!


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aldersprig: (Ruan)
I think my favorite part of this setting is the fact that we really have no idea what's going on. :D ~[personal profile] inventrix

When Evangaline's Aunt Asta dies, Evangaline inherits the house, its mysterious artifacts, and the family mantle of Aunt.

Meanwhile and 4 decades earlier, Asta's Aunt Ruan is dealing with the mess left by another aunt, and struggling against taking on the Aunt title herself.

And in the present, while Evangaline deals with her Aunts' legacy, her niece Beryl struggles with the idea that she will, in time, be the next Aunt.

"The Aunt Family" is contemporary fantasy; Ruan's story is taking on elements of steampunk as well.

Born out of the October, 2011 Giraffe Call

The Aunt Family - A Welcome (LJ)



Best places to start:
Heirlooms and Old Lace (LJ) - Touched up on Patreon
What to do about Auntie X (LJ)
Estate (LJ)



Origins of the family as they are now:
Building the Homes (LJ)
For All Time, a creation parable

Evangaline:
Heirlooms and Old Lace (LJ) - Touched up on Patreon
Trash and Treasures (LJ)
Welcome to the Family (LJ)
Accepting the Welcome (LJ) after Welcome to the Family (LJ)
Visiting Aunt Eva (LJ)
In the Attic (LJ)
An Argument of Magic - an argument with the grannies
Family and Cocoa - Eva and Beryl
Visiting an Uncle (LJ) Rosaria, Evangaline
Genre
Visit
Family Uncle
Still in the Family
The Powers That Be (LJ)

Unexpected Guest (LJ)
In the Cards (LJ)
Older Witches (Eva & Robbie)
How the Family Does Things (LJ)

Midnight, Summer Solstice (LJ)

Chocolate Fudge for the Holidays (LJ)
You'd Better Watch Out (Patreon)
Happy Inter-Universal Women's (Week): Eva and the Tarot (LJ)
Wild Card (LJ)

Eva description (LJ)

Beryl-with-Eva
Warm Visions and Warm Family (Lj)


Beryl:
Difficult Relations (LJ)
Charming (LJ) to [personal profile] moonwolf's prompt (Hadelai & Beryl)
What to do about Auntie X (LJ)
Cleaning House (LJ)
Kitten Switchen (LJ)
Kitten Negotiations (did not xpost)
Boy Trouble (LJ) [Donor Perk]
Kitten Troubles (LJ)
Auntie Kitty (LJ)
Courting (LJ)
Sister Help (LJ)
B is for Beryl and her Boys
A Locked Chest is Locked for a Reason (LJ)
Even a Locked Chest Must Be Unlocked (LJ)
(the Grannies Story:)
Cats and Grandmas (LJ)
Cat's in the... Attic (LJ)
Family Secrets & Cat Secrets (LJ)
The Cat's Paw (LJ)

Rosaria:
Tell me a Story (LJ) (Rosaria, Cady)
Glitter Bomb, in Alder-by-Post Issue One
Princesses, Knights, and the Huntsman (LJ)
The Princess and the Hunstsman (LJ)
Big Bad Witch (LJ)
Frog Pancakes (LJ)
Princesses (LJ)
Heroes (LJ)
Sidekick (LJ) Evangaline & Rosaria
The Þorn-Giants
(Patreon)

Radar
F for Feisty Friend Felines of the Family
Then and Now
Turn Left Story (AU) (Lj)
(Patreon)
sex-canon: Radar

Asta
...Had a Great Fall (LJ)
Asta's Journal (Patreon)
Let No Man Set Asunder (Patreon)

Ruan:
Estate (LJ)
Lost Spirits (LJ)
Aetheric Cleansing (LJ)
Read my story "The Wish Machine" (from the Aunt Family 'verse) in this month's EMG-Zine!
Engraved Invitation (LJ), Ruan & Johias
...and Thou (LJ)
Ruan Description (LJ)


Zenobia
Securing One's Own Legacy
Treacherous Sister
Glass and Steel (LJ) Zenobia!
That Damn Cat (LJ)
Bless the Cat (LJ)
Zoology Sparks
Zenobia-->Elenora
Passing the Cat (LJ)
Elenora
Legacy Cat (LJ)
A Test, A Trial (Patreon)

Others in Eva's Family
At Asta's Funeral (LJ) Estella
Continuation Chosen by Random Numbers - Three Glass Beads, Peacock-Blue (LJ) Lilyah
King(maker) Cake (LJ) to [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith's prompt (Stone, Grandma Ardella, and Hadelai & Eva's sister Fallon)
Journals of Loss (Patreon) - Rosaria & Willard


Deborah
Intimately Involved (LJ)
Precedent
The Strength

Others:
The Family Kudzu (LJ)
Sweater Set (LJ), a previously-unexplored branch, to [personal profile] clare_dragonfly's prompt
Fated (LJ)
I Am No Aunt (LJ)
Exhaustion
The Hazards of Magic (LJ)
Rumors About the Family ()
Vermin Hunter (Patreon)

Worldbuilding
February Worldbuilding Q2
February Worldbuilding Q10
February Worldbuilding Q17
A rough family tree exists here.

Read demifiction of Aunt Family (LJ), written by dialecticdreamer
Things I find out when writing about my settings... (LJ)
The beginnings of a Cast List, Aunt Family (LJ)

Aunt Ruan Description & Icon (LJ)
The Aunt Family, and Uncles

Ruan icon by [personal profile] meeks


Aunt Evangaline
Aunt Evangaline Art by [livejournal.com profile] bootheel

aldersprig: (Beryl)
After A Locked Chest is Locked for a Reason, a story of the Aunt Family. To the Finish It! Bingo.


If it weren’t for the angry cat sitting on top of the chest — currently in the form of a juvenile marmalade tom — the chest would not have stood out in the Aunt’s attic. This corner of the attic, furthest from windows, chimneys, and the two entrances, was stacked to the roof with such chests, leather-clad and metal-bound, each of them locked and the keys all hung on a ring downstairs. Aunt Eva had been cataloguing and numbering them, one giant chest of diaries at a time.

Beryl studied Radar. She’d started thinking of him as her cat, foolish as she knew that was. He was an Aunt cat, and she was not the aunt.

“Can I move the chest?” she offered. “By the handles, I mean. Or on a cart?”
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May 12, 2012: My "Call of Nature/Origins & Creations" Giraffe Call.

And I wrote two throwbacks: the origins, or some of them, of Baram:


"Monster." The witch twisted in Barypos' arms and spat in his face. "Monster. Cretin. Beast."

He lay his knife at her throat. "Soldier." Her language wasn't his, but they were close enough, and a warrior learned what he had to, fighting in these lands that weren't home. "Father. Son." He shrugged in apology. "I fight where I have to."

"You killed my husband. My son. My baby."...
continue reading "Cursed"

... and the Aunt Family's houses...


"Here." Carrie and Thomas glanced at each other, and then back at the land, and nodded.

"The road's almost here, it won't take us much to bring it this far. We'll put the main house right on the road, and then we can build two more there and there," Carrie pointed down the road a ways, "and a small place over there."

"Woah, woah." Thomas grinned at Carrie. "The small house is for your sister, then? Sarah? What are the others for?"
continue reading "Building the Homes"
aldersprig: (Beryl)
In response to this meme, I have posted sex-headcanons for the following characters:

Jimmy (Dragons Next Door)
Radar (Aunt Family)
aldersprig: (Evangaline)
This is written to [personal profile] wyld_dandelyon's prompt to my "Wild Card" square of this [community profile] ladiesbingo card from 2014.

Aunt family, rather early on in Eva's story, I think.


It was a quiet evening, a Friday on the edge between autumn and winter. There was a fire roaring in the wood stove - their family liked to do things old-school when they could - and the lanterns were all filled and ready. Nights like this, the power liked to go out, and if there was one thing the family as a whole agreed on, it was that being prepared was far better than cursing the darkness.

Especially considering the darkness had a tendency of cursing back people like them.

Eva was playing cards - gin rummy, a relatively safe pursuit - with one of her older aunts. Aunt Karaleen had celebrated her hundred-and-third birthday just a few months ago, and while nobody would ever say one of their family was going senile, she did tend to forget what decade it was now, and she had a habit of wandering combined with the family's trademark stubbornness. About the only way to keep her in one place for any length of time was to entertain her, and tonight was Eva's turn.
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Is there more
Aunt Family
in the cards?
aldersprig: (Evangaline)
to [personal profile] kelkyag's prompt here:Eva and the opinionated tarot deck.

It was a quiet night.

"Too quiet," Eva muttered to herself, making her voice ominous and over-dramatic. It was silly... and it was begging trouble. She did it anyway.

Her nieces and nephews were all off doing whatever it was they did. Her aunts and great-aunts and assorted other older relatives were all off doing whatever it was they did. Her sisters and cousins were all probably taking a breath, just as she was.

Except she exhaled carefully over her most difficult deck and drew a single card.

The queen of pentacles looked at her upside-down. Eva glared at the card, and it glared back at her.

"This is my job," she informed the deck, but a guilty pang in her chest told her otherwise.

The Aunt was not usually employed, but Eva was not trying to be a normal, usual Aunt.
aldersprig: (Ruan)

You'd Better Watch Out



Evangaline clucked in disapproval at the vaguely-translucent Aunt standing between her and the fireplace; the Aunt, in turn, shook her head at her.

"Who," Evangaline asked carefully, "thought that this particular tradition was a good idea for our family?"...

read on...
aldersprig: (Evangaline)
Evangaline was making chocolate fudge for the high school holiday bake sale.

In a normal house, in a normal family, this would be a nice, sane, normal activity.

In a normal house she probably wouldn't be using her great-grandmother's recipe, written out on an old index card, likely by her grandmother or her mother. Or she might, but she might not be using her great-great-aunt's measuring spoons, the ones that had a tendency to yell at you when you were going to put in too much of just about anything.

And if she hadn't been using her great-grandmother's recipe, she wouldn't have been grinding cinnamon sticks and dried cayenne peppers by hand, nor what she have been putting in a tiny drop of devil's tears or the shake of pixie dust.

Her family's fudge always sold out, no matter how many trays they made. "It just makes the holidays more magical," Mrs. Steinberg down the street liked to say, with a wink and a laugh that suggested she, too, kept her great-grandmother's recipes wrapped in silk and boxed in ivory and ironwood.

Evangaline always made sure to get an extra helping of Mrs. Steinberg's chocolate babka, too. It made the holidays feel... proper.

And maybe a little bit more magical.
aldersprig: (Evangaline)

A Bear In Winter



Rosaria is known in the family for her fairy tales, in all of which you can find a thread - or sometimes a hole tapestry - of truth. On occasion, Rosaria deigns to write down one of her tales. This is one, and I won't say that it's true or that it's not, simply that this is how she chose to write it.


The bear had been coming around for quite some time before he vanished.

Nieves and Rosa called him that - at first it had been their private joke, but as time went on, they liked to tease him with it. It wasn't that he was so very hairy, but he'd been wearing a dark brown coat when they first found him wandering in the snow, and his hair and his beard were long and tangled.

They lived alone with their widowed mother...

Read on...
aldersprig: (Ruan)
The mold was finally complete, the crucible awaited, and the casting was ready to be poured. Almost ready.

Zenobia was not known for kindness, softness, or gentle feelings, and yet she found herself hesitating.

The man sitting at her kitchen table had no doubts at all. He was struggling violently...

read on...

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aldersprig: (Evangaline)
Now I'm not saying this is how it happened, and I'm not saying it didn't happen that way. If you look at the journals for that day, you don't see anything that interesting. But a few tipsy whispers say otherwise.

~

Asta’s journal from this particular October, 1968:

Attended Corina’s wedding to a lovely young man – Anthony.

Met a wonderful woman, Anthony’s great-grandmother Margaret. Shall have to get together with her sometime to exchange recipes – and perhaps knitting patterns.

There was a bit of a scuffle at the wedding –

(read on...)

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