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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.
Air, immodest dress
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.
Re: Air, immodest dress
ILher so much. Thank you.