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Rebecca Hb. ([personal profile] beckyh2112) wrote2010-04-26 05:47 pm

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.

AtLA: Earth, they were knocking at his door

[identity profile] beckyh2112.livejournal.com 2010-04-27 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Come out, fortune-teller! Come out, sorcerer!" Men demand, pounding on the door of his little shop. There is Shen the headman, and Hong the butcher, and Chan the farmer. There are all the men in the village, all their sons and male servants, come to visit him.

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

[identity profile] floranna.livejournal.com 2010-04-28 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Wow. Completely unexpected in a truly frakking good way. I have to read this over and over again to get all the nuances.

Frigging awesome.