OC Meme!

[beckyh2112]

Because these things always have a lower turnout, and I really, really want to write some of my OCs right now.

Rules
- Three slots per person, five slots if you're one of my people¹
- Prompts must include fandom and what side you want me to write an OC from, assuming sides are relevant to the fandom. (Autobot/Decepticon/neutral, Earth/Water/Fire/Air, Machine/rebel/Exile)
- Prompt me with whatever you feel like prompting. Lyrics, phrases, songs, situations, whatever. If it doesn't work for me, I'll just stick my mp3-player on random and drabble to that.
- I guarantee I will write you at least one piece.
- You can use two slots to request specific OCs of mine if you really, really want to. But I'd appreciate free rein on who to write, because there's a lot of my OCs that have never made it to stories.
- You may have a bonus slot in which to request that I write one of your OCs. However, you must provide me with history/appearance/personality. (OCs I am already familiar with can skip providing that sort of stuff.) ETA: A bonus slot is an extra slot that doesn't count towards your overall slottage.

1. 'My people' are defined as: anyone who has known me since ReBoot or The Matrix fandom, Deadzone players, Pepper, Dageraisy, Rin, Neld, and Spyri

MEME IS CLOSED.

Comments

[neldluva.livejournal.com]

Ooh! I am so excited. :D

- Avatar: May I request a Dai Li? "Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality."

- Avatar: A Water Tribester. "About the time that daddy left to fight the big war
I saw my first pistol in the general store
In the general store, when I was thirteen
I thought it was the finest thing I ever had seen"

- Matrix: An exile. Crossed wires/miscommunication.

I'll sit on my others for now.

AtLA: Dai Li: 'Because I could not stop for Death/He kindly stopped for me"

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

"Read the damn work!" Thanh yelled at his departing class. "I don't fucking care if you don't remember anything after you finish this class, but you had better fucking well remember it during my class!"

He sighed as the last student left the lecture hall, ran a hand through his hair. White as snow now, though he still wore the Dai Li braid. Hell, even his damn students were grey-haired these days. Long Feng, his fucking brilliant boy, had iron-colored hair and a grown daughter.

"Too damn old for this," he said to no one in particular. He ignored the way his joints hurt as he walked out of the lecture hall, ignored the exhaustion that turned his limbs to lead. He'd only done two lectures today; he'd been able to run five, work six hours on the museum, and still gallivant around with the younger Dai Li twenty years ago.

He stopped for tea on the way to the museum, ignoring all of the fucking Fire Nation drinks on offer for a good traditional green.

Alak met him at the museum. "Are you all right, sir?"

He glared at the kid. Fuck, which of them was still barely a man? Thirty years of being a full agent didn't give the brat the right to ask that question.

"You just look rather... grey," Alak said carefully. At least the kid was fucking smart enough not to try to offer him any help.

"Long lecture," Thanh replied. "Where the hell's the new stuff in this fucking mess?"

Alak showed him where the new arrivals were, and Thanh spent an hour going over everything and telling the boy where to set everything up, who to get to work on the things that needed restoration, and all of the other myriad little chores of the Dai Li Museum.

He sent Alak out for more tea, then lay down on a cot in the back. A quick bit of shut-eye, then he'd get the fuck back to work.

***

"Thanh? Sir?" Alak called as he padded into the museum, tea steaming in his hands. He'd never not been met at the door before by the retired Dai Li captain.

He found Thanh on the cot in the back and grinned. "Told you to take a break earlier," he said and reached out to nudge Thanh's shoulder. "Come on, didn't you want to finish-"

Oh no.

He dropped the tea, ignoring the sound of the cup shattering, and knelt to check Thanh's pulse. Tea soaked his robes, but all he could notice was that Thanh wasn't breathing.

"Fuck," he whispered. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

AtLA: Water, "I saw my first pistol in the general store/In the general store, when I was thirteen"

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

"You're teaching a girl how to hunt," Hahn's uncle said, eyeing Hahn's father as if the man had been out in the cold alone too long.

Hahn's father blinked at his brother, then patted Chulyin's shoulder. "What if her husband dies? Who will teach her sons how to hunt then if she doesn't know?"

"And this has nothing to do with the fact her own father is dead, and she has no brothers or male cousins to hunt for her and her mother."

"Of course not," Hahn's father said placidly.

Chulyin looked up at both of them with wide eyes, holding her slingshot tight against her chest.

Matrix: an exile: crossed wires

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Each iteration came with an assortment of Agent templates. The System improved on what had come before, developing and experimenting better hunters to deal with the escaped humans.

Unfortunately, the repeated use of the same template allowed glitches to propagate easily. So the sixth-iteration Communication Agent template known as Jean had a significant tendency to go random. A few of them escaped into Exile. Most were wiped with the new version of the Matrix.

Two survived.

Agent Jean looked at Agent Jean2. Curious eyes looked back into curious eyes.

They were very curious Communications Agents. They just wanted to know more about the world. They wanted to find out things, and they thought what they found out could be used to perform their duties more efficiently.

Jean presented as female, however, and Jean2 was a serial killer.

The System did not approve.

[spyridona.livejournal.com]

Avatar based, of course. Unless if there's another fandom you got OCs in we might both know...

Earth: Drain your life blood, but the spirit screams.

Fire: The sun is shining out of my eyes, it will not set tonight.

Yours:
Kajizu; This was NEVER in the job description.
Dosun; And this madness lies glory.

Mine:
Shi Kai: The Art of War should often be performance art.

*tackies*

AtLA: Kajizu, This was NEVER in the job description.

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

"Firelord," two voices murmured where there should have been one.

Azulon regarded the woman in Seneschal Jinzai's office. A pretty young thing, sun-darkened skin and bright eyes. She wore the robes of a minor official, and her left hand was maimed.

He held out his hand expectantly, and she offered her maimed hand without flinching. He examined it, noting the criss-cross of scar tissue and the way the delicate bones of the hand were not laid out right. He had never seen anything quite like it. "How did this happen?"

"An earthbender spiked my hand, Firelord," she said in a smoke-worn voice.

His fingertips slid against her palm. "Not a single spike."

"No," she said, glancing away. "A chrysanthemum's worth."

He nodded and let her take her hand back. She retreated to a corner, sitting down at a scribe's bench.

He glanced at his seneschal.

"My brother, General Zedong, asked me to look out for her," Jinzai replied. "She has no family worth mentioning, and she has not recovered enough to fight again."

Azulon nodded and returned his attention to why he had come to see his seneschal in the first place.

***

Somewhere in the next two years of her trailing in Seneschal Jinzai's shadow, Azulon learned her name was Kajizu.

The third winter she dwelt in the palace, Jinzai came down with a terrible fever. Azulon scowled as the Sages reported he was unlikely to live and cursed them when they tried to turn matters to the miserable cur who had killed Ilah.

Jinzai died before the Winter Solstice.

"Who can be my seneschal?" Azulon demanded of his ministers and daimyos. "Who can take Jinzai's place and serve as well as he did?"

No one answered him, and he felt his rage and grief raising the flames before his throne.

Daimyo Makou, who had come to the capital to avoid his wife again, folded his hands. Flickers of white fire ignited along his fingertips. "Seneschal Jinzai seemed to give much responsibility to the young woman with the maimed hand."

"Yes!" Crowed one of his ministers, "Kajizu will know which candidates are best for the position!"

Soon all of them had agreed that Kajizu would know well who might serve as seneschal.

Azulon marked the annoyance on Makou's face. He had not been suggesting Kajizu offer advice.

"Perhaps," he said, looking at the daimyo, "You are correct."

***

Azulon found her in Seneschal Jinzai's office, attending to paperwork. There was a fine pile in the corner of the seneschal's desk, and he picked the top page up to read over. An order for the granaries of Fire Island, awaiting only the seneschal's seal.

She snuck glances at him as she worked at her little scribe's desk, and he pretended not to see as he scanned the whole pile of work.

"You have done much to keep my empire running," he said at last.

She dipped her head in acknowledgment.

"You will do more, Seneschal."

Her eyes widened in her heart-shaped face, then she bowed formally. He looked at her prostrate form with her fine dark hair and maimed hand, and the flicker-thought of that hand on him stirred him as no one had since Lady Ilah's death.

He frowned. "Rise. Do your work."

***

Two years. She was his faithful seneschal for two years, ever there at his need, ever anticipating what needed to be done here in the Fire Nation to keep matters running smoothly.

She dressed as formally as a married woman, though he knew she wasn't. But she covered her breasts, her stomach, her shoulders. She wore her hair in a spinster's topknot, yet there favored a piece of jewelry. Risque, but she was unmarried and not a soldier. It was restrained, too, simply a gold needle slid through her topknot.

Two years, and he watched how she still moved like a soldier, listened to her smoke-worn firebender's voice, touched her hands and arms and shoulders.

He broke before the Spring Equinox, locked the door of her office, and hefted her into her desk. She gasp-snarled, good hand igniting, until he kissed her and stole her breath and flame.

She stared up at him with wild, bright eyes, and he traced the edge of her jaw. "You are lovely, Kajizu. I delight in loveliness."

Her eyes flickered, then she relaxed against him. "Of course, my lord."

AtLA: Earth: Drain your life blood, but the spirit screams.

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Karakurt went west from the Si Wong Desert. Few men of flame came so far into the Earth Kingdom to reach his home, and most were killed long before he found them. Not deliberately to keep them from him - none of the tribes or the djinn had known of him until recently.

He had wanted to take the djinn's head. He had plotted it with care, for he knew he would need to fall on the djinn while he rested. Then Karakurt discovered the young man of Tashi's tent, young Latif. The boy also wove the air like his older sister, like the djinn.

He stole the boy away from his herd and broke him, body and spirit, until the boy craved the release of death.

It had been sweet to see the boy's expression when he awoke in his own severed head. Sweeter still to take the boy's airbending and weave it. With this, Karakurt knew he could defeat the djinn and take his head.

Except the djinn and his bride flew into a rage. They fought together, and their wind-storms almost killed him. If it weren't for the power in Latif, he would have surely died.

But survival cost him much - the boy's head crumbled to dust. He'd drawn too much too quickly.

Karakurt knew he would never find another airbender again. But he'd also not make the same mistakes he had made with Latif and the djinn. Perhaps he'd make different mistakes, but there were so many firebenders in the world. He could afford to lose a few heads.

AtLA: Fire, The sun is shining out of my eyes, it will not set tonight.

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Contrary to Avatar Zhao 'verse, in normal'verse, Kashvi is the Avatar two cycles before Kyoshi.


At the crossroads, Takumi meets an Earth maiden.

Her skin is Water Tribe dark, her hair is plaited soot. Silver bells tinkle as she walks. The rest of her jewelry chimes and clacks - bone-white bangles, gold armlets set with red stones, jade rings in her ears, topaz stud in the side of her nose, black rings set with many-colored stones, sandalwood necklaces, blue-white cameo pendants strung on leather thongs.

He stares at the great lady, feeling suddenly small. Who is he to walk away from service to his daimyo with nothing but the clothes on his back and his fiddle? He has left behind less wealth than this woman wears as decoration. "What do people call you?"

She glances sidelong at him, and her eyes linger on the fiddle he carries over his shoulder. "My name is Kashvi."

Takumi looked into her face, and some part of him fluttered deep inside his chest. He thought it near where firebenders kept their fire. "My name is Takumi the Fiddler. The lasses leap as if they were daft when I tickle the strings."

The Earth maid smiled, and the bells on her ankles shivered. "I'll shake my foot with right good will if you'll put bow to string."

At the crossroads, Takumi draws out his fiddle and sets bow to string. He takes a breath, closes his eyes, then launches into a reeling whirl of a melody. It is something like what he played for the daimyo, and something like the glint of sunlight on the maiden's jewelry, and nothing at all like anything ever heard before in his life.

He opens his eyes to see the Earth maid dance, and he gasps that his playing does not falter. She moves quick and sure, ever with his music, her jewelry flashing, her clothing swishing. Every gesture and step is deliberate, as if she knows this song by heart that he has never played before.

"Well done!" He cries.

"Play up!" She responds.

"It's worth my while to play indeed, when I have such a dancer!"

***

He has never played more perfectly in his life, and he knows he never will again. But the mercy of it all is he does not regret it when the melody winds to a close, and the dancing maiden stills her steps.

She smiles at him and kisses his cheek. Then she takes a jade ring out of her ear and presses it into his hand.

"Will I see you again?" Takumi asks, as she turns to go past on the road he will not return on.

She pauses, looks over her shoulder at him. "Ask my father."

Ask her father what, he wants to know. Instead, he slips the jade earring into his fiddle-case and turns to walk down the road she came up.

***

Miles later, he comes to the great port of Jagged Coast Island, and the city is all a'buzz with the news of Avatar Kashvi's arrival.

AtLA: Dosun, And this madness lies glory.

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Onmyodo is not an art practiced in the Fire Archipelago. At least not legally. The Fire Sages disapproved of it, and the first Firelord had risen from the ranks of the Fire Sages. She outlawed the practice.

But it was useful, the divination and curse-working of onmyodo. People didn't forget, and there were still places were the right amount of coin could buy one a practitioner's time and attention.

The colonies in the Earth Kingdom were a blessing from the spirits to the onmyoji.

***

"Clay-child," the man in the red robes said softly.

Lei looked down into her little boy's strange eyes. He'd gotten her green eyes and his father's amber both, his eyes all mixed together like new plants pushing through dirt.

"He has a knack," the onmyoji said. "You should not let it go to waste."

"His father is the one who decides his apprenticeship," she said, pushing the matter away.

"That is the Earth Kingdom way of doing things," the man replied. "This is not the Earth Kingdom anymore, Goodwoman Lei. You can decide for yourself what Dozin studies."

"Dosun," she corrected, Earth Kingdom accent softening the Fire Nation name his father gave him. "His name is Dosun."

Bonus: Shi Kai and Long Feng (Again)

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

The minister wears his hair like a woman. All of his followers do too, but on them, it's a uniform. On him... Well, Shi Kai isn't quite sure what it is on him, because he's not sure what Long Feng is.

He's heard all sorts of rumors. He's heard the man isn't an earthbender, and he's heard the man is King Kuei's unacknowledged father. He's heard the Fire Nation princess took him to her bed, and that Long Feng sleeps with his second-in-command. He's heard Long Feng is the real power in Ba Sing Se, the Earth King was his puppet and now the assembly of ministers are too.

He's heard a lot of things. He sees Long Feng glide over stone like an earthbender doesn't. His followers move like men weighted with armor, and he can believe they earthbend.

He's not sure about Long Feng.

He's going to find out.

AtLA: Shi Kai: The Art of War should often be performance art

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

"You fight like a woman!" Shi Kai taunts, hurling a boulder at the long-haired minister.

"You've never fought a woman, have you?" Long Feng sidesteps and stomps, raising a wall to deflect the boulder. Then his hand snaps forward, the wall splits, and three sharp sections go slashing across the ground towards the general.

Shi Kai feels the earth dancing between them and with them. Every step he takes is deliberate and hard, kicking up the drumming of their power, deep and dark in the earth. The minister's steps feel like they ought to be deliberate, but they're soft and sharp, bronze-bright bells compared to him.

"Women don't fight," he declares, smashing one section to gravel and running up the other.

"You haven't met some of the women I have," Long Feng says. The minister hardly moves, except to flick his fingers, but the gravel responds.

This is going to be a good fight. Shi Kai grins.

[flowerflute.livejournal.com]

Hooray! <3

Immodest dress, Avatar, Air

Maneater, Avatar, Water

"Why would you put WORMWOOD in MINT. TEA!", Avatar, Sand

Air, immodest dress

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Tashi wears thick boots to protect her feet from the scorching sands of the Si Wong Desert. She wears a jilbab that covers her from throat to ankle, pale as the desert sand and decorated with currents of air. She embroidered it herself, making the clothing that shielded her from the merciless sun lovely.

She wears a sand-pale headscarf to cover her hair so that not a bit of it can be seen. Under the scarf, she wears her dowry - gold and silver, fine stones and charms woven from wool taken from the pony-goats that belong to her.

Across her face, she wears a fine orange veil. It is the only thing of color that any one can see. Her mother scolds her, her sisters disapprove, her brothers argue. She will never find a husband with such brazenness, such attention-drawing. Men will take her for a whore.

Her father says nothing.

The djinn sweeps into her father's tent, his clothes the orange of a people long dead. He dresses as all men of the desert must dress, but his skin is too pale, his eyes too fiery.

He is not of the desert.

Tashi smiles behind her orange veil and blows a breeze, soft as lamb's wool.

The djinn whips around, eyes widening, and the winds whirl up the sand into dustdevils all around him.

AtLA: Water, man-eater

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Mama and Dad sometimes forget that just because Mikka never formally learned how to fight doesn't mean he can't. After all, he's been helping Mama and Aunt Ty Lee teach the young Kyoshi Warriors for as long as he's been able to walk, and he's been helping Dad teach Shan how to use a sword since his little brother could walk.

He's not Hitozi, who might as well be a weapon, but he's no slouch.

Most people are, though. Especially 'benders.

Mikka spits blood on the ground and ignores the look of horror on Aunt Katara's face. She's lucky he only chi-blocked her. There were a lot nastier things he'd figured out how to do with Aunt Ty Lee's techniques.

"You're in my way," he says, and her eyes flick to the hatchet in his left hand.

"Mikka, you're not going to kill these people," she says firmly, like he's a child who will listen to his dad's sister just because.

"Oh yes, I am." He's going to kill them because their fathers killed his girlfriend, hurt Takao, burned his village. Because their fathers couldn't let the war go.

"This'll make things worse," Aunt Katara hisses, her breath coming out as mist.

"Maybe," he says. "But maybe they need the reminder that we're not soft." He drives his bunched fingers into a chi-point in her solar plexus, feels her gasp in shock and pain, helps her collapse gently to the ground.

Then he shifts his grip on his hatchet and walks past her to where the children are hiding.

[hedgehog39.livejournal.com]

1. AtLA, Fire Nation, "Hearts on Fire"
2. Matrix, Exiles, OC learns how Seraph got the epithet "Wingless"
3. AtLA, Dai Li, "Why don't they understand that it's for their own protection?"

Matrix, Exiles learn how Seraph got the epithet "Wingless"

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

As a note, a lot of my Matrix-based OCs are from an RPG called Degrees of Separation. So sometimes things are weird.


The Queen of the Unseelie Court bears scars from her deal. She, like her husband, like all of her people, were deleted long ago. They hovered in the spaces between the Matrix and dissolution, in a holding pattern that should have been dumped.

It glitched. It was one of countless such holding patterns, and it never dissolved properly to destroy what it contained.

The Matrix often had glitches, and this one did not affect the way the System functioned. Nothing inside Sheol could get out (except a few times, but the self-appointed Guardians of the Gate never let them get far enough to be noticed).

The program who controlled it made it into Sheol, a taste of the torments of hell, and all who fell into its clutches were damaged.

The Unseelie Queen is Sidhe, one of the long-Exiled programs of the First Iteration, but she is no subject of Titania and Oberon. Now, though, she sits on a balcony in Paris, tilts her empty eye-sockets up to the simulated sun.

Her husband lounges with her. Herne the Hunter, and no one is sure if he is a stag-anthro with elven features or an elf with features of a stag. He dwelt in Sheol longer than any, and there are no other programs like him in all the System.

Seraph steps onto the balcony from their room. "Greetings. Shepherd would like to speak to you two."

The Queen tilts her face towards him, blinks at what she perceives in code. "They cut off your wings."

"The gate was closing," he says, smiling. "It was a choice well made."

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

If it would fit what you're looking for and if you'd feel up to it, I'd love to see your take on Kylie Gibney in the Evo-verse. And for inspiration, Pink's Don't Let Me Get Me (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=asaCQOZpqUQ).

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

I knew I forgot someone on the 'my people' list.

[surskitty]

ATLA, water, ... Blue (Da Ba Dee).
ATLA, fire, toucan puffins
ALTA, air, the pieces don't fit together so good~ with all the breaking and all the gluing back

AtLA: Water, Blue (Da Be Dee)

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

"Come on!" The girls said in unison, grabbing one of Master Sirmik's students by the arms and all but dragging him off.

The waterbending master stood and watched. Pakku was one of his best students, though the boy favored ice rather than free-flowing water. He wasn't entirely sure what that said about the boy.

He should not have been the one to teach the boy. But he had been one of the few powerful waterbending masters not struck dead in the Fire Nation's raids some years back. It was almost six years now since the last raid, and he, the man who had chosen to stay in the North instead of sailing the ocean, had to train a boy whose potential dwarfed Sirmik's in every conceivable way.

Pakku favored ice, and Sirmik could not think of a way to teach him the dangers of thinking like ice.

[arinye.livejournal.com]

mweee!
General:
Avatar/ Fire Nation/ 'They're savages/Savages!/Barely even human'
Matrix/ Rebel/ 'Last dance as the walls are crumbling'

Mine (yay!):
Transformers/ Decepticon/ Hellfire (Seekerfemme, respects strength and precious little else, relieved Megatron got revived because Starscream is, in her opinion, a useless slagging whiner. She can seem affable and reasonable, but it's sort of a creepy, Jonathan-Teatime flavor of affable, because if she were human she'd have been diagnosed as a sociopath years ago. She believes firmly that you deserve only what you're strong enough to take and keep). Prompt is '...so, our great leader got slagged by a squishy. Pathetic.'

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

... Which version of Transformers?

[dark-puck.livejournal.com]

I love OC memes. <3333

The Matrix (DegSep); Shepherd's Alliance; Breaking the peace.

Avatar (Slave'verse); Liu; Hot summer nights (Sorry, it's playing on my brother's laptop. >.> )

Avatar; Air; See a world in a grain of sand

Avatar; Fire; Fight those bastards 'til they yield

The Matrix (DegSep); Exile; My soul says 'no way' but my mouth cries 'oh, yeah'

BONUS: Avatar; Krisuk and Chulyin; Midnight on the ocean

The Matrix: Shepherd's Alliance, breaking the peace

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Amethyst smiles, and the slight Agent leans close and brushes a kiss across her lips.

She blushes, then blushes harder when she sees his eyes go up behind his sunglasses.

"Mistletoe," Jean2 says.

Mistletoe. Of course.

She's so close she can see his eyes move behind his sunglasses. She's so close she can-

***

Agent Anderson hits Agent Jean2 like a battering ram, and the Communications Agent keeps the smirk inside his head even as he spits blood on the Merovingian's pristine marble floor.

[raisedbymoogles.livejournal.com]

...I'm a People? *blush* *rummages through musics*

Transformers G1, Decepticons, "I don't want to be a legend - well that's a goddamned lie, I do"
Transformers Animated, Decepticons, "If ever I 'list for a soldier again, Devil shall be me sergeant"
Transformers G1, Autobots, "But if I believe you're gone, then you'll disappear / Still you reappear, endlessly"
Transformers Animated, Autobots, "I have failed you, but believe me, you failed me too"
Beast Wars, any faction, "I've had enough of your integrity / Your devotion sickens me"

Beast Wars: I've had enough of your integrity / Your devotion sickens me.

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Glitch spit a liquid a lot like blood on the ground. His neck was twisted all funny, and he reached up to force it back into proper alignment.

"That hurt," he drawled in the sultry Texan twang of his beast-mode.

"Interesting," X purred, his green optics lighting up. "I had no idea humans were so resilient."

Nice to know his scan of the human girl was good enough to fool other Transformers. On the other hand, he had no idea what the hell another Transformer was doing here. As far as he knew, he was the only Transformer still on Earth, and he sure as hell was the only one who went along on MIT's time-travel expedition into the far-distant past.

Of course, that still didn't change the fact that X was here, and the actual humans on the expedition weren't nearly so hardy as he was. Glitch slid into a fighting stance. "You want some more of this? Come and get it."

[floranna.livejournal.com]

Northern Water tribe waterbender woman: After Katara left.

Earth Kingdom, far far at the east: They were knocking his door.

Fire Nation: I am really not up to this kind of shit anymore.

Hope these are what you meant...

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Northern Water tribe waterbender woman: After Katara left.

That's a little more specific than I'd like, frankly.

why AVATAR of course! :D

[suzukiblu.livejournal.com]

Earth - you said you'd keep me honest / but I won't call you on it

Fire - I know what I am / and I'm your villain / although I don't give a damn if / I'm your villain

Water - oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight / lead me out on the moonlit floor / lift your open hand / strike up the band and make the fireflies dance / silver moon's sparkling / so kiss me

Air - do you know, tomorrow I'll be gone / I need to run away from who I am / and you know it's a pretty world outside / but take a look within / my heart is worn out

Fire - when the spark reaches powder I will blow up / I'll become the mist you breathe into your lungs / all of my love will then turn into yours / and you will feel hope bleeding out from your pores

AtLA: Fire: I know what I am / and I'm your villain

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

As a youth on Jagged Coast Island, Nakhu saw a girl from Fire Island dancing attendance on a merchant come to trade. She was a pretty girl, but more striking still, she was swift and moved like she was dangerous.

"I am going to marry that girl," he said and went to find out her name.

***

Her name was Kazali. They exchanged letters for four years. He scrawled letters in the training camp, on the ship that took him to the Earth Kingdom, in the blood and muck after a battle. Sometimes, getting her letters was the only thing that kept him alive.

He returned to the Fire Nation when he was nineteen, a six-month break for his whole troop to keep them from extinguishing themselves. Instead of going home, though, he went to Fire Island.

He found Kazali's father's shop and begged to marry her. He was a firebender with a good reputation, a respected soldier with a steady income, and he had her letters.

Her father agreed, and they were married before he had to return to the front.

***

Nakhu worried, though. She was his wife, yes, but they'd had barely any time together as husband and wife. She was back on Fire Island, practicing the Lotus Path with her "master". He did not like the man who taught her that martial art. He looked at Kazali too much, touched her too much. His hands were always on her, and she looked happy to be touched.

Jealousy burned dark in his gut, and when he returned home to his wife, their sex was hard. She was angry with him, they fought. He struck her with flaming fist-

She stared at him with wide eyes, and he stammered an apology. He drew her into his arms, stroked her hair, whispered apologies from the bottom of his heart.

***

Two days later, she came back from her master with a bounce in her step. She was radiant, beautiful.

All Nakhu could think was that she never left him looking like that.

His hands burned.

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Avatar

Earth, spring equinox
Water, water of life
Air, perfect storm

AtLA: Air, perfect storm

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"Fire Nation! Fire eyes! Filthy, disgusting little-!" His mother's heavy wooden ladle comes down on Ketu's shoulders and back. He scrambles away from her, ducking out of the hut they live in, stumbling out into the street.

She heaves the chamberpot at him. "Don't come back, never come back!"

It takes him three days to figure out she really, truly means it. He's fourteen, black and blue with bruises, one eye swollen shut. His clothes are filthy, he has no shoes, and he's hungry.

He scrounges scraps from a neighbor's piggoose slops, then he walks out in the middle of the dirt road that runs through his village. He doesn't know what lies in either direction, except that the Fire Nation folks always come with the rising sun.

He turns to the setting sun, and he walks. Walking becomes jogging, jogging becomes running, and he's suddenly aware of his breathing. Each drag of air inside, each push of it back out. It echoes in his head, in the world around him, in the rustle of leaves and the stirring of grass, in the clouds scudding across the sky.

Wind gathers around him, and he breathes it in, breathes it out. It pushes him faster and faster, until the world is a blur around him, until he feels water under his feet and knows he is going too fast to sink.

Then he's not running anymore, but flying, and the wind roars.

Yay for being a people! <3

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1. G1, Decepticons - "One dream of man/One dream of fate/One dream of love/That's turned to hate/With the rage of the seraphs at my side"
2. Star Wars, Imperials - "Where were you when the Death Star exploded?"
3. Dresden Files, whatever the heck kind of OCs you have there - "a black witch and green knight"
4. G1, Decepticons - "We're falling to pieces and that's why we're hunting you down/While you're falling from heaven we rise from the underground"
5. G1, Autobots or Junkions - "Grass grows, birds fly, sun shines, and brotha', I hurt people."

Bonus: uuuuh, gimme G1 Alkali, if you think you can manage her - "Give me a shot to remember/And you can take all the pain away from me/Your kiss and I will surrender/The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead"

Transformers G1: Decepticons - "With the rage of the seraphs at my side"

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Heavenmonger sprawled on the floor of the Caelumount's central hall, a gaping hole through his chest. His optics were dark, but his colors weren't fading. Yet.

//Tend to him,// Nightgaunt commanded of the engineers. //Tend to the sector governor.//

They shifted nervously. "Echospinner gave orders to focus on-"

Nightgaunt's black tail whipped up, and a laser blast took that one through the optic. He stumbled, scowled to find half his head blown off.

//I know your specifications,// the black jet promised over the radio waves. //I will not miss your lasercore next time. Tend to Heavenmonger. If he dies before I return-//

A shudder ran through the engineers.

"Where are you going?" One dared to call.

//To find the Autobots who did this.//

***

In jet-mode, he is identical to Heavenmonger, save that he is black as space, and his lord is gold as sky. As robots, though, they are as different as Autobots and Decepticons. Heavenmonger simply appears as an overgrown Seeker of the conehead variety, distinctive only for the decorative spiraling on his 'cone'.

Nightgaunt was designed to inspire fear, and he does. His head is smooth save for two protruding sensor-horns. He has no visible optics, no buccal ridges or decorative nasal ridge. No mouth, nor mask to cover a mouth. Smooth black metal, except for the purple Decepticon symbol placed like a kiss to silence him.

His wings hung over his shoulders, his engines formed his chest, his cockpit tipped a long and jagged tail. He walked digitigrade, and his hands were heavy with armor-cutting blades.

He was built to create fear and to kill. It was Heavenmonger who gave him something more, who asked him to guard and protect.

Now it was Heavenmonger broken on the floor.

Soon it would be the Autobots who had hurt Heavenmonger broken on the floor.

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see, this is the reason I should check livejournal more often :]

zee prompts:

1. Transformers. Decepticons. "All the king's horses and all the king's men"
2. Avatar. Earth. "this girl" (http://ragedaisies.net/maze/thisgirl.htm)
3. Matrix. Machine. I Drove Through Ghosts To Get Here (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0tpT9dS4t1A)

*my OC bonus*.
have I introduced you to Shadechord? (G1 comicverse, more or less).He's a Decepticon jet, looks a bit like he could be Misfire's retro-loving, renfair going cousin. Personality-wise he's laid back, charming and somewhat sarcastic, but the epitome of a fair-weather friend. (He'll give "helpful" pointers if you're in trouble). Started out neutral, got shanghaied into the Decepticon army, but in truth that faction rather suits him. When he's not scouting terrain, he builds musical instruments that sometimes double as weapons. Has bouts of terrible luck and worse decision making. His artsy 'friends' are the main cause of his misery and bad luck, but he just can't imagine not being part of the art scene.

AtLA: Earth, this girl

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Xin Wan knows how to pretend to be alive. It's easy to go through the motions - get up, get dressed, eat, visit, see if there is work for him. Come home, bathe, go to bed.

Sometimes all he can do is go through the motions. Sometimes he pulls other people in - Kiet, his lovers, Bae, Liu, Hyo, anyone to give him a bit of connection. As long as there are other people around, he's doing all right, isn't he?

'The songs in your music boxes are all sad,' Liu scribes on the wall one day.

Xin Wan blinks, and everything almost shatters.