Fic Meme

[weirdlet]

So- at this very second, I'm going quietly mad finishing up late art for non-profit business. But! I am an impatient multitasker looking to bite off more than I can chew, and by morning I'll be free either way- and thus I should like to try this nifty 'meme' thing going around.

Because I'm new at this and looking to stretch, let's start with five slots, one per person. The fandom and theme- Avatar: the Last Airbender, Dragon Hatching AU- for reference, please see this fic. Anything you would like to see in or about this universe.

I'm not as fast as some other writers, so I can't promise they'll be immediately answered, but I will get to them.

Edit- As the art hath been finished, consider the earlier restriction lifted and feel free to prompt at will, so long as it be on topic.

Comments

[spyridona.livejournal.com]

Sparks with the babies. I'd be most pleased if she likes Zuko more than Azula, but this is your wish.

(And woman, don't ask for five! That's insane!)

((I also realized I have not friend-ed you yet. *friends*))

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

(insane how?)

When Ursa is willing to come out to the wide courtyard, Ozai whistles down his dragon from the sky and smiles as she curls her two-horse length along the stones.

She leans forward, whiskers twitching with interest, and Ursa rests heavily on the chair that's been set out for her and doesn't punch her on the nose when she gets too close. They've gained something of an accord over the years, and broody female trounces adolescent any day of the week, even when said senior female is half your size and has no claws.

Zuko looks up in wonder from his father's lap- he was presented to Spark in the same way when he was small, and the great finned head holds no fear for him. Just as he knows not to tug so hard on the flailing whisker when it passes by your reach- and he reacts to the snort of pain when Azula does just that by calling out in his little half-worded voice, reaching out a tiny hand to sooth the insulted appendage.

Spark lowers herself with a grumble, accepting the older hatchling's affection with some small grace, sniffing him over again while he giggles as if for the first time. Ozai picks up his son as he's tumbled over and scratches behind his dragon's ears, his wife looking over the three of them indulgently.

[spyridona.livejournal.com]

I love this. So thick and wonderful and cozy sounding. *purrs*

I suppose no one has told Azula not to meddle with dragons, for she is crunchy and tastes good with ketchup. She better be glad she is Ozai's youngest hatchling.

[weirdlet.livejournal.com]

Well, she is just an infant at the moment- she gets a little leeway. For now.