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It's officially the holiday season and I'm going to be super busy for most of the time, so doing this early. Comment here with something, characters, a theme, a couple of lyrics or whatever. I'll try to write you something as my thanks for playing with me. Possibly even draw something if my scanner ever works again.

I promise to try not to fail at this.

Date: 2008-11-29 08:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hmmm! Azula and Ty Lee, post-camp somewhere that isn't their own world? Or just Azula/Ty Lee in general.

Date: 2008-12-30 04:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Five Places Azula and Ty Lee ended up after camp

“That Director has a warped sense of humor to allow us escape to any place that’s not home. Something about the same channel but different worlds, but I doubt she has to answer to anyone. And there isn’t a body of water in sight.”

“But at least we got out, Azula,” Ty Lee said, trying to look on the bright side. “Especially before that giant wave of…whatever it was hit the camp.”

Azula’s scowl deepened but she didn’t say anything for a while. “We need to scout this place. Look for a way out or a place to spend the night. You can head east and we’ll meet here in an hour.”

“B-but Azula wouldn’t it be better if we stuck together?” Ty Lee asked timidly. She didn’t want to be left alone right now but the look on Azula’s face made it seem like she’d be terrible company so Ty Lee followed orders.

Ten minutes of walking around and Ty Lee realized she forgot to ask Azula what kind of escape route or sleeping arrangements she should look for. And the more the looked the less sure she felt she was going to find anything at all. She was hungry, tired, missing everybody from camp that she might not ever see again and her aura was feeling decidedly un-pink. “I wish I at least had something to eat...”

“Okay!” said a shrill voice before an ice cream sundae suddenly appeared out of nowhere and fell into Ty Lee’s hands.

Ty Lee blinked. Maybe complaining out loud had its benefits.

“Cosmo! You idiot, she’s not Timmy!”

“Oh really? Because I see the brown hair and pink and my mind automatically thinks ‘Timmy!’ and sometimes those stone wishing wells make me think of Timmy but that isn’t the point here, huh?”

Ty Lee turned to see who was talking. She would have liked to eat the sundae first but hearing that the person gave it to her was confusing boys with watering holes made Ty Lee wary.

“Sorry about that,” said the female voice, the one that chastised “Cosmo” earlier. Ty Lee looked up to find a pink haired person with wings and a crown floating above her. Just like those fairygodmother stories her sisters always teased her about.

“Hi,” said the female fairy, “Sorry about the mix up. Cosmo’s easily confused. And usually they don’t see us so there shouldn’t be a problem, even if he keeps doing it.” The latter part was directed more at him than Ty Lee, she recognized that tone of voice a lot.

“How many people wear pink and believe in fairies these days?” Cosmo complained. “Our kind of fairies.”

“I’m not from here really,” Ty Lee explained. “Um, by the way you wouldn’t happen to know a way out of this world, would you?”

“Sure thing,” said the one that wasn’t Cosmo. “Just wait for the credits to show up and you’ll head right into the next one if you jump.”

Ty Lee was good at jumping. She was also very accepting of getting instructions from two tiny floating fairies and decided it was worth it to try eating. Of course just as she was ready to take a bite Azula appeared over the next hill, stalking towards her.

“What’s wrong?”

“We have to leave,” Azula said curtly. “Something about evil villain quotas and an echoing effect unraveling the fabric of reality...”

“Yeah that sounds kinda bad,” Ty Lee agreed, swallowing a mouthful of double chocolate chip mint.
Edited Date: 2008-12-30 04:38 am (UTC)

Date: 2008-12-30 04:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

“Get back here spirit!” Azula shouted and released two twin blasts into the ether. A dark shape twisted in the light of her fire before leaping straight up into the air.

“You should tell your friend he’s not a bad ghost,” the girl called Sam said. It was weird to hear her talk, because she sounded a lot like Azula and looked a lot like Mai. Ty Lee thought she’d like talking to her more if it didn’t involve the discussion over which of their friends would end up winning.

“Azula’s used to stuff from the Spirit World attacking her,” Ty Lee supplied, leaving out the part where the primary opponent could technically be called a good spirit. “She doesn’t like being caught by surprise.”

“Uh, Tucker? Sam? A little help here?” the phantom asked, blurring out of focus before spinning out of Azula’s reach again.

“Tell her you’re sorry!” the one called Tucker shouted, “Girls are really sticky about apologies!”

“Okay I’m sorry I called you a ghost when you were shooting what looked like ecto-plasma at me now can you stop?!” the ghost cried out plaintively as Azula closed in.

“I think he means it, Azula!” Ty Lee called out helpfully. She really would have liked to get into a world where they wouldn’t end up fighting, especially guys who were kind of cute, even if they were trans-substantial.

Azula paused, but just barely, as her hands out and glowing bright blue against the ghost’s neon green. “First tell me where we are.”

“Casper High. Where did you guys come from?”

“It was called—uh it was a summer camp,” Ty Lee offered. “And before that we were from the Fire Nation.”

“Oh no,” Sam gaped. “You’re not supposed to be here. Terrible things can happen.”

“Of course we aren’t but what’s that supposed to mean?”

Tucker looked at his also neon green digital watch. “It means you crossed the streams and this place is going to blow in 3...2...”

“This isn’t Casper High,” Azula remarked, yanking Ty Lee up to her feet in a rough approximation of gentle. “But it looks like the same kind of structure.”

“A high school?” Ty Lee asked.

“If that’s what they use to corral the young adults not fit to be in an academy, yes.”

Azula didn’t waste any time, grabbing the nearest inhabitant by the collar and pulling him off to the side. “Tell us about this place,” she demanded.

The boy blinked worriedly. “Uh, are you transfer students? Because if you are I can always write a new chapter in my survival guide for them.”

“A guide?” the princess grinned. It was the kind of grin Ty Lee knew about when Azula was all too pleased with herself, which usually meant bad news for whoever was receiving it. “Um, I’m gonna go...keep watch?”

“Do that,” Azula replied, plucking out a small notebook from the frightened boy’s hands full of diagrams and notes with the name Ned Bigby over it. The last thing Ty Lee noticed before turning away was the boy’s protests that he had a very detailed chapter on bullying.

The acrobat was almost too distracted before she noticed she had stepped into a shadow. A shadow wearing leather and a slightly perverse grin.

“I’m Loomer. You new?” he said, it was impressive he got that many words out.

“Ty Lee,” she grinned brightly. “I’m...yeah, you could say that.”

Loomer’s name fit well. He liked looming ominously. “You messed up my jacket so let me give you a good old fashioned welcome to James Polk Middle School.”

When Azula had finished extorting information from the survival guide writer she found Ty Lee fidgeting with a large black lump sprawled out under her feet.

“Sorry Azula,” Ty Lee’s words came out in a rush. “But he just got really close and you know I sort of react but I didn’t mean to do it and blow our cover.”

“Are you kidding?” Ned gaped in awe. “I think I’ll have to worship you as a hero for this.”

“Awww I wouldn’t mind.”

“Then you won’t mind us taking your guide as payment,” Azula interjected, shooting Ned and the prone body of Loomer scathing glances before pulling Ty Lee away.

“I think I’m in love,” Loomer groaned from his spot on the pavement.

Azula spared a quick kick to his ribs before they were off again.

Date: 2008-12-30 04:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The next world presented no sudden surprises. No accidental fights, no natural laws being broken by their mere existence, and the guide Azula had stolen from Ned Bigby helped them blend inconspicuously into the new city, called New York. Azula, for her part, seemed to be trying harder to be patient and withdrew to find them shelter in a private boarding house.

Finally it seemed like they were going to have a place to rest for a while, Ty Lee thought. Because she was sick of being on the run for so long and wanted a moment to sit back and relax without having to worry what would happen in the future. She suspected that part weighed more on her friend each day, but the princess would figure something out, she always did. Ty Lee was just content to know that future was there but not immediately demanding something of her.

She spent the first couple of days scouting out the schools. She knew from Misa that most worlds expected fourteen and fifteen year olds to not be out conquering the world but stuck somewhere in middle school. Ty Lee skirted near playgrounds, willing herself not to spend too much time on those neat jungle gyms or monkey bars but reporting things that Azula might find useful. After all, the better this world was for her the more chance they had at staying.

“If only I could figure out if anybody else from camp was here,” she mused aloud.

“Oh Rhonda!” said a young boy who stopped once he caught sight of Ty Lee. “Sorry, my mistake. I thought you were my friend Rhonda Wellington Lloyd. She sounds exactly like you.”

Azula was busy restraining herself from turning the boarding manager’s pet pig into bacon when Ty Lee shuffled back in, looking sullen and upset.

Azula sighed. “Fine, we’re moving. I didn’t like this place anyway. They make us pay for electricity.”

Date: 2008-12-30 04:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

It was almost like the Fire Nation if you squinted, Azula thought as she examined the beach they had found themselves on. Ty Lee spent the first few hours doing nothing more than sunbathing and splashing in the water, and the next few trying her best to drag Azula into it. Now that the cheerful girl had gone off to do something useful, Azula allowed herself this moment to think.

She had to face facts, the odds were against them that they would ever get back to the Fire Nation. And even if they did the amount of time it took wouldn’t make it easier. She scowled. Coming back years later wouldn’t mean the throne was waiting for her. In fact the more she analyzed the situation the surer she became that Ozai would treat their homecoming as an excuse for exile, citing her difficulties and time away from the rigor of her responsibilities as making her soft.

Stepping into the foamed shoreline, Azula idly wondered if she was always going to be stuck between two choices. It was horribly indecisive and so much like a waterbender the mere comparison made her seethe.

And then she stumbled upon something soft, yielding and thoroughly unpleasant. Literally.

“Hey that tickled,” said the...thing Azula touched.

The princess drew back in wary caution to find a talking sponge resume its shape and stand up from where she had ground him into the beach. “Hi there ha ha ha ha, my name’s Spongeb—”

He didn’t finish, Azula immediately throwing a stream of fire at the creature, incinerating him on the spot and causing a good swath of the ocean to rise up in a hissing wall of steam.

“Azula!” Ty Lee cried, running from the other side of the beach at the sight of her firebending. “What’s wrong?”

Azula was about to give an acidic retort before she caught Ty Lee’s expression. Her mouth was framed in a pout and her eyebrows were creased in worry. She also looked pretty exhausted.

“Nothing,” Azula lied effortlessly. “I was just venting my frustration. I’ll feel better with a decent night’s sleep here.”

Immediately the frown turned into a grin and Ty Lee threw her arms around the other girl. Azula grimaced and braced herself, not even knowing why she felt the need to do it but letting her. Even though she smelled like sea water and pineapples thanks to the island, even on her breath since she was so close and still smiling. “Azula?”


“I’m glad the Director let us leave together.”

“She’s not that cruel,” Azula muttered and rolled her eyes. “After all, you’d get lost otherwise.”

Date: 2008-11-29 10:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
....but I want YOU to pick how you art!mock me.

Date: 2008-12-22 04:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I still have that one picture I need to scan for you but until then uh:

Rupert Giles was reading when he heard the door open to announce a possible customer. Adjusting his jacket, he called out the perfunctory greeting with keeping his eyes on finishing the last page. “Hello, and welcome to the Magic Box. Is there anything I you...with?”

The last of his words died on his tongue as finally looked up to discover something he never expected to see, and being a former Watcher who lived over a Hellmouth that was saying a lot.

“I’m glad I can still leave you speechless,” Daisy Adair said with a flirtatious grin. “Although I haven’t even dressed up.”

“M-miss Ad—Daisy,” Giles fumbled, remembering his manners then remembering she preferred informality. “It’s...well it’s been a while. I didn’t expect to see you again. N-not that I’m not glad to, it’s just that my departure was rather abrupt...”

“And I know you hate to be rude,” she finished, leaning against the counter and casting an appraising glance at his store. When Giles moved back to England he thought of opening up a similar business to the one he left in Sunnydale, and he was thankful Daisy hadn’t arrived earlier to see just how much of the past he was hanging onto.

“What brings you all the way out here? I thought you were, um, stationed in the states.”

“Vacation. You think we’d never get one with our bosses, but they made an exception. I was busy enjoying myself in this nice tavern, soaking up culture like that Shakespeare stuff, when I heard you moved back here. I thought I’d throw my schedule to the winds and make a visit.”

Giles shifted, nodding slowly. “Ah. Y-yes, well I’m flattered. And surprised, but you already heard that. How have you been?”

“Oh, the same.” Daisy smiled, and didn’t look a day older than the time he saw her years ago. Except for a change of makeup, better to suit the seasonal weather. Or at least be pronouncedly different from everyone else. “And yourself?”

“I’ve given up the librarian job. Blowing up your last institution will do that. But it’s my own business, my own hours it’s been...a wonderful way to spend the time. I’ve even managed to catch the town’s cinema that opened. The owner has a fondness for old Hollywood standards, and I’m somewhat of a regular now. Thanks in part to you.”

She grinned wider, this time a little less starlet and a little more genuine. “I’ve made a lasting impression.”

“This doubles as the used bookstore in town, so if anyone is going to compare the novel versions of certain movie classics I feel it’s up to me. T-that being said if you wanted to browse the stacks you can pick something out if you like. Free of charge, since I disappeared that time before I could leave you a Christmas present.”

Daisy turned away to look, her hand glancing against his. “That’s sweet, Rupert.”

Giles looked down, his throat going dry. “ said you were on vacation? Not a business trip.”

Date: 2008-12-22 04:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Daisy, for once, looked less that assuredly composed. “Yes.”

“Not soul reaper business for me,” he pressed.

Her hand went up to the cross necklace she wore, fiddling with it as she looked off at his books absentmindedly. “I didn’t think you’d want to know.”

“I used the spell that would lead to it, I think that would count.”

Daisy blinked. “Spell?”

“Ah. You don’t know how it happens, do you?” Giles murmured, scratching his head. “Willow called me a few days ago. Told me Buffy might be facing off against something that could use her living circumstances against her. Since she died once it could return her to death with a mere touch. And I can’t...I had Willow make sure if that happened the effects would go. Elsewhere.”

“Elsewhere being all the way over in a sleepy little English town,” Daisy asked softly.

“I’ve been happy. I’ve had a life to live, and made peace with my regrets.” Giles laughed wryly. “And seeing you again for the final send off was a happy accident.”

“I was assigned to reap your soul, and you call it a ‘happy accident’? My, you Englishmen and your sense of humor.”

“I’m quite sincere,” Giles offered, sitting down in his chair now that everything between them had come to light and he finally could accept things. “Truly. After all, I can console myself with knowing I’ve made a memorable difference in the world. But at the end of it I would like to have someone with me.”

Daisy shook her head and laughed. “After all those advances it took this to get you to stay.”

“No, it was always a pleasure talking with you,” Giles said. Only this time it wasn’t Giles sitting in his chair but Giles standing behind her, looking somewhat out of place and transparent. Like a mirror with light reflecting off its surface the way a magic trick would use them. “But things were different.”

“They were...”

The apparition of what once was Rupert Giles leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “If I stumble upon you in whatever constitutes the next plane of existence, I’d be glad to fulfill that date you asked for earlier.”

This time it was Daisy’s turn to retreat a little, laughing softly. “You have no idea what you’re getting into.”

“That would be the adventure, wouldn’t it? Good bye, Daisy.”

“Goodbye, Rupert,” Daisy said, but she already knew by the time she finished he was gone. Then, silently she looked over at the book he had not yet finished reading. “Gone With the Wind” by Margret Mitchell, just when Scarlett O’Hara declared her independence. Daisy sighed and picked it up. “He never learned. Nothing in this book could be better Clark Gable in a suit...”

Date: 2008-12-22 04:56 am (UTC)

Date: 2008-11-29 03:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I think I can trust you to do something amazing no matter what you pick for mine.
From: [identity profile]
Goodbye (the) Earl ( as told by the Dixie Chicks

With Dennis Franz as (the) Earl
Jane Krakowski as Rabi
Lauren Holly as Allen Walker
Michael Delouise and Nathan "Flying Man" Petrelli Adrian Pasadar as Ticky and Rhode

Allen Walker and Rabi were the best of friends
All through their traumatic past
Both members of Black Exorcists
For however long their brief lives could last
After his Innocence Walker went out walkin'
Getting beat down by General Cross
Rabi sat back and read, putting stuff in his head
And said 'sure, see you later boss.'

Well it wasn't two volumes
After they both found each other
When the Earl rolled into town
He gave ‘em heartmarks and heart attacks
And let Rhode put Allen in a gown
Well Rabi got wise, standing up for his guys
And tried to bring his hammer down
But the Earl rolled him over and laughed about it
That makes you ‘fraid of clowns

Right away Allen Walker showed up
Fresh from his circus show
He gave Rabi his cursed hand
And they hatched up a plan
With their Mary Sue powers combined

The Earl had to die (na na na na naaaaaaa naaaa)
Goodbye Earl
Hope this Innocence lasts (na na na na naaaaaaa naaaa)
I didn’t need that soul anyway, Earl
You’re really much too fat (na na na na naaaaaaa naaaa)
Don’t you bowl over, Earl
Into that ark (na na na na naaaaaaa naaaa)
And have a good lark, Earl

The Noah came to bring Earl back
They searched the Ark far and wide
And they scratched their chins
And said ‘Where else could he have been
To stash his fatass hide?’

Well the weeks went by and
The manga went on
Taking a crack plot tilter
And everybody loved them for what they’d done
Even Vatican Hitler

So they all got to chill, er,
And enjoy their filler
Even if some of it is really lame
Allen’s got his a unicorn
And Rabi’s got porn
And they don’t lose any sleep at night ‘cause

The Earl had to die (na na na na naaaaaaa naaaa)
Goodbye Earl
Hope you’re doing well (na na na na naaaaaaa naaaa)
In the lamest part of Hell, Earl
We’ll think of you (na na na na naaaaaaa naaaa)
Like a nasty flu, Earl
Write letters whether or not you get it (na na na na naaaaaaa naaaa)
And make fun of Devit, Earl
From: [identity profile]
.....................................oh my god what you're amazing as always

Date: 2008-11-29 03:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Alternatively we can force Emilee to upload that Oliver Twist icon I made of Zuko and then have a really retarded AU!mock post of him.

Date: 2008-12-26 02:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

It was quiet in the Von Walde manor this winter’s night. Mostly for the efforts of the Lady Von Walde, who had made sure that this Christmas night was a silent one and set the hounds upon any wayward carolers.

“Don’t you think they’re being ill-used?” the young ward of the manor complained. Although he was older than his sister in years he was far from being her elder.

“I think,” said the lady, whose name was Azula and who had an expression as cold as the snow outside, “you should remind yourself of the last time you decided to grace us with your voice and my lord husband boxed your ears in for the trespass of your jaw.”

“That was one time,” he churlishly complained. “I was filled with a sudden joy over the new crop that came in from the grocers. You know how I am with vegetables.”

“Seeking kindred spirits,” Gwendal Von Walde announced as he entered the room.

The Lady Azula did not greet him except for a polite nod of her head and a slow, welcoming smirk that he returned. For their arrangement was one of mutual understanding, not of romance but political intricacies and the more subtle companionship of knowing someone whose antipathy for the rest of the world matched yours.

Of course, young ward Zuko was another matter. Kept in the house for the most menial of tasks and his glorious purpose of uniting Azula and Gwendal in discussion over his wretchedness. It was the closest they got to affection.

“I seek any sustenance in these lean times,” Zuko said, “It is near Christmas and there is not a promise of even table scraps for me. Nor undigested meat, nor vegetables.”

“Take heart, dear brother,” said Azula. “Gwendal has prepared for you according to your station. In the spirit of this season’s generosity.”

“A poor excuse for your continued mockery.”

“Would you doubt my word of honor, young man?” Gwendal asked.

“No sir, but after the vegetables...”

“That is why there are no vegetables in this one. Nor meat. But it suits you well, brother,” Azula said and departed with Gwendal, arm in arm. “You’ll find it in the pantry. Now if you’ll excuse us we have guests to entertain. We’ll tell Master Wolfram you said hello.”

“That flaming ponce!” Zuko cursed under his breath, neglecting he was also a flaming ponce, but that had no bearing on his personal honor. When he went to the pantry to discover the remains of his sister and her husband’s “generosity” he sighed deeply, like a truly put upon and wretched soul.

Inside there was a fruitcake. With the note “As according to your station. Merry Christmas, from Azula and Gwendal Von Walde.”

Date: 2008-11-29 04:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

i like it

Date: 2008-12-01 06:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
HERE'S A HAIKU, because we all know Sokka loev poetry especially when it rhymes:

“Suki!” Sokka hugs.
Azula’s eyes are distinct.
“Nice disguise, you think?”

Date: 2008-12-26 03:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
With a sharp grin stretching her face, Azula slowly slid the slicked dildo further into Sokka, digging her nails into the soft insides of his thighs to spread the man wider. The breath from her laughter tickled the skin of his balls, distracting Sokka from the pain of the intimate stretching, but not from the pain of receiving pleasure from their worst enemy.

oh wait this isn't my journal is it

Date: 2008-12-26 04:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]



Date: 2008-12-26 04:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

i still hate you

Date: 2008-12-26 04:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
don't make me draw dongs, sokka

Date: 2008-12-26 04:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yuuri panted heavily, beads of sweat pouring off his skin as he writhed against Sokka. A sharp gasp followed by the bucking of his hips, "S-Sokka I can't. I'm about to lose control."

"Nnngh, me too. H-hold on," Sokka grunted, gripping Yuuri's crotch fiercely as if his life depended on it. "Just...a little more."

"No, no!" Yuuri screamed and threw his head back. "I'm coming!"


Date: 2008-12-26 04:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
this will happen at otakon

and will be so awkward

Date: 2008-12-26 04:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]


Date: 2008-11-29 04:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Sorry I totally dropped that thread.


Date: 2008-11-29 06:50 pm (UTC)
capthlock_rage: (And that's how we killed the Brady Bunch)
From: [personal profile] capthlock_rage
... I-I don't know, HORRIBLE SIBLING ANTICS? I'm sure anything you write will be amaaazing.

Date: 2008-12-10 07:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Note: I actually have more of the "stupid retarded post-series dragon babysitting fic as told Ember Island style" finished I'm just being a lazy hooker and posting this part for now. REMIND ME AFTER MY FINALS ARE DONE TO WRITE MORE.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Mai ventured to ask as they made their way into the theater. Zuko and Mai were leading the way, with Azula looking out of place in the middle of their troupe and Ty Lee trailing along behind.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Zuko asked her in a hushed breath. “My mom brought us to see the plays at Ember Island when we were kids. It was one of the few times we acted like a normal family.”

“Because you’re not kids anymore and I don’t think Azula ever liked the theater.”

Zuko sighed, shifting in the day robes he insisted on wearing instead of his Fire Lord raiment. He preferred blending in when at Ember Island, wondering if it was a stubborn attempt at holding onto that last time the four of them had something resembling a friendly relationship. “That doesn’t mean we can’t try.”

“Sure,” Mai shrugged. “But I reserve the right to say it’s boring before the second act.”

“It’s not something I’m taking her to just to playing around. I mean it’s a play, so...maybe there’s that playful aspect? But I’m taking this seriously. I want to help her and when I was with Aang and the rest of them we went to see a play like this. And I saw all my mistakes and everything I wanted to be put right in front of me. I had to face what I had been to realize I’m what I wanted to be so I thought this could be exactly what Azula needs to move on...”

“Zuko, I didn’t ask you for a monologue on your deepest motivations. I’m just saying Azula might sleep through your little therapy session or storm out before you get your point across.”


“Are these our seats?” Ty Lee interrupted, gesturing to a side balcony.

“No, over here you guys!” a familiar voice rang out, revealing Sokka, Suki and Toph sitting in the nosebleed section and waving them over to four empty seats. Azula visibly bristled at their presence and Ty Lee had to slip through, jostling Zuko into a seat, in order to keep a shield between her and the Kyoshi warrior.

“Gang’s all here,” Toph said, leaning back for the show.

Mai looked around before sitting down next to Zuko. “Where are Aang and Katara then?”

“Katara learned after the last time not to come to these things,” Sokka said by way of explanation as he started chewing into the large hill of snacks he had gathered up on one side of his seat. “Me? I’m just glad as long as the jokes are better than last time. Fire jerky?”

“No thanks,” Zuko mumbled, casting a wary eye as Azula sat down next to him with Ty Lee’s encouraging display of keeping her as far from Suki as possible.

“At least she learned. ‘Love Amongst the Dragons’ was terrible the first time they showed it,” Azula announced a matter-of-factly and shot Zuko a glare. “From start to finish.”

“They butchered the original romance! How were we supposed to take Shang’s confession seriously when he didn’t even know about the twin until right at the end?”

“Ladies, settle.” Toph grunted and pointed to the stage. “It’s about to start.”

“Which sentimental fairy tale are they dragging up this time?” Azula asked in a hushed voice.

Ty Lee blinked. “Um, well, you’ll think it’s familiar maybe?”

Just then the narrator took the stage. The center spotlight shined down on him, illuminating his beard and gold trim. “My most honored guests, it’s with great pleasure I present to you our first show of a story that has marked the turning point in our great nation. It is a tale of betrayal and redemption, of hatred and love, of royalty and—” with a great flourish he threw his arms wide, all manner of colored ribbons flying from his sleeves as an act of “firebending” while a great rainbow banner fell from the backdrop. “—Dragons!”

Azula didn’t even try to compose herself, looking utterly bewildered at the display until realization began sinking in. “Us?!” she hissed. “They made a play about us?!”

“Surprise?” Ty Lee cheered weakly.

Mai kept her face deadpan. “You always did like being the center of attention.”

Zuko groaned. It was going to be a long, agonizing retelling.

Date: 2008-11-29 09:52 pm (UTC)
danceallknight: (cc ooooooooooooh)
From: [personal profile] danceallknight
...if I say anything Tutu-related, will you hurt me?

Date: 2008-12-25 07:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
No I won't hurt you but I will be glad I got this done before Christmas o/

In the second winter after Charon and Fakir took the heartless prince into their homes there was a town play. Already Fakir had noticed Mytho’s unearthly grace that would make him a perfect dancer and, too full of pride and not yet full of caution, took him by the hand to have him try the auditions.

Mytho danced wonderfully, beautifully, enough that one of the judges had tears prick at her eyes and freeze in the cold. Ah, but they said, he cannot act. He is a marvelous dancer but this is a story and he will not smile or cry for us or any of those things. He would be the best nutcracker that Gold Crown had ever seen but without that feeling he could never play the prince that comes alive from Clara’s love.

When he heard their judgment, Fakir yelled at all of them. It took years for him to return to old man Hershel’s grocery store, and not without Charon’s intervention, from the things he said to them in the heat of his anger.

“Mytho is the greatest prince here!” Fakir cried as if his heart was breaking at their words, “You don’t know, you stupid adults. He already fought the Rat King off, isn’t that enough? Isn’t that what princes do?”

Mytho followed Fakir back to the forge, not a single flicker of disappointment at his rejection, nor pride at Fakir’s defense. He did not move as Fakir gently wiped away the charcoal marks on each corner of his mouth they painted on him, or shiver as Fakir removed the gaudy red costume cloak from his shoulders.

“Don’t listen to them, Mytho,” Fakir said with his hands on either side of Mytho’s face. “They don’t know what you really are. That’s why I can say you’re a great prince, because I’m your knight. Listen to me, I know what’s best.”

“Listen to you,” Mytho repeated, his mouth moving like a doll’s.

Fakir pulled his hands away, aware of how harsh his hands had become when set against the pale smoothness of Mytho’s jaw. “You don’t need a Clara throwing her shoe to save you. Not when you have me, and I’ll always keep you safe.”

Mytho’s fingers touched the side of Fakir’s jaw in mimicry of his action before. And Fakir realized it was because he had forgotten to wipe away the ash from the forge so Mytho was wiping it away the same he did for his costume. “Safe.”

“Yes,” Fakir said fiercely. “I’ll protect you.”

The heartless prince looked down at the ash on his fingers and said nothing more.

Date: 2008-12-25 07:39 am (UTC)
danceallknight: (cc you kicked the puppy D:)
From: [personal profile] danceallknight
jfka;ldshoijer;klwjlfsjf I love you ;o;

Date: 2008-11-30 01:52 am (UTC)
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Keywords just for you. XD But uh yes, anything Azula and Hotstreak related. XD

Date: 2008-12-10 12:18 am (UTC)
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whatever version of that you feel like

you+me is also acceptable
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