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beckyh2112) wrote2010-04-26 05:47 pm
beckyh2112) wrote2010-04-26 05:47 pm
Entry tags:
- character: air nomads,
- character: dai li,
- character: earth kingdom,
- character: fire nation,
- character: iroh,
- character: jee,
- character: junkions,
- character: katara,
- character: krisuk,
- character: long feng,
- character: next-gen avatar,
- character: nima,
- character: oc transformers,
- character: oikodomopolis,
- character: soundwave and cassettes,
- character: torao,
- character: water tribe,
- character: zhao,
- character: zuko,
- movies: the matrix,
- movies: transformers bayverse,
- series: avatar,
- series: beast wars,
- series: dresden files,
- series: g1 transformers,
- series: star wars,
- series: transformers animated,
- series: x-men
OC Meme!
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.
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.
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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...
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That's a little more specific than I'd like, frankly.
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AtLA: Earth, they were knocking at his door
Dosun walks away from the village in spelled shadow. Ashes stain his hair, and he thinks of the drowned girl in the lake. She loved that man who spurned her, loved him beyond all reason.
With no burial to drain the power of her spirit, it had been easy to bind a spell to her name. Easy to curse the man and his children to sicken, to curse the wife to madness. So very easy.
The people of the village blame him, and rightly so. They don't even think of who might have paid him to work that curse, or who had provided the avenue for the curse with the power of their emotions.
The girl would go unburied, the envious man would take the dead man's land.
Dosun walks away. There are other places to go, other people just as cruel and horrible as the people here. The world is hardly worth living in most days.
If he could drag it all into hell, he would.
Re: AtLA: Earth, they were knocking at his door
Frigging awesome.
AtLA: Fire, I am really not up to this kind of shit anymore.
"Jeong Jeong's going to be there," he said flatly.
"Yes, sir," said the unassuming man who served as his spymaster. "Firelord Zuko pardoned him of his crimes."
"Of course he did. Dismissed."
The man bowed and left, no doubt going straight to the kitchens and then the baths.
Akio glanced at Fire Sage Zuren. His long-time advisor was frowning, bits of flame dancing in his hands. The sage snapped his hands closed, extinguishing the flames, as soon as he felt his daimyo's eyes on him.
"You're honor-bound to challenge him to an Agni Kai," Zuren said. "Desertion on top of your past history with him? Someone needs to bring justice to him."
The burn scars throbbed even more fiercely. "I can't win against him."
"Honor demands-"
"Honor is for children," Akio said harshly. "I have never given a roach-rat's hind leg about honor, and I'll be damned if I start now."
Re: AtLA: Fire, I am really not up to this kind of shit anymore.
Burn scars! Old men! Jeong Jeong!
Amazing. Sorry, now I am off to giggle.
AtLA: Water, warmth of a thousand suns
Krisuk's mouth goes dry. In the back of his mind, he babbles little prayers of thanks for the sheer, oppressive heat of a Fire Nation summer.
Chulyin wears a purple-red sarong and her betrothal necklace. Only a purple-red sarong and her betrothal necklace, and she's tucked the sarong's ends into the waist so they won't tangle her legs while she swims.
Right now, she's walking out of the surf on the Fire Nation beach, a fishing spear in one hand and a mess of fish in the other. Her dark hair clings wetly to her body, but while it provides the illusion of modesty, it cannot hide the jiggle of her breasts. The sarong can't at all hide the flash of her thighs, and water-heavy as it is, it clings to the curve of her hips.
He is so glad she accepted his betrothal necklace, because otherwise he'd have to ice up his pants to deal with this hard-on.
Re: AtLA: Water, warmth of a thousand suns
Uhm. I would really love to see her. Even if Krisuk would drown me.
Re: AtLA: Water, warmth of a thousand suns
This is delicious and sexy. You write Krisuk very well, darling. <3