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Post by Doly on Aug 15, 2006 20:20:01 GMT -5
OOH! OOH! ;D *raises hand* OO- ok. ;D Something taangish(as you can see i am a taang fanatic ; Aang and Toph's relationship has been growing ALOT recently and finally one night they stay up late telling stories and laughing and toph comes up with a random question "do you like me?" aang sais of course and she said "i mean like me like me" and they start blushing and aang kisses her and he says you tell me (something like that) and then sokka and katara the next day see them kiss and sokkas all "this you guys just smack lips" and they try to tell sokka&katara whats going on between them...you can ger creative from there(but can sokka say when he finds out "well its about time" or something like that) hope its not too much...and sorry if my request is too detailed XD
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Post by storybookgirl on Aug 27, 2006 22:15:17 GMT -5
Of course, I'd love to do your request, Avadoly! But you'll have to wait until I do Bard Child's and Radiant's first, thanks!
Btw, Radiant, what is your request? And don't worry guys, I've already contacted Bard Child, so no worries.
Love you all! Mwah! Hope you enjoy your drabbles!
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Post by storybookgirl on Aug 31, 2006 2:48:20 GMT -5
Hello, everyone. Now, though I will post Bard Child's requested drabble on Sunday at the latest, though hopefully before then, I have been neglectful toward this thread. Therefor, I whipped up a little something that hopefully you guys will enjoy. Note: Why did I not just skip to granting Avadoly's request? 1) I plan out requested drabbles VERY VERY carefully and 2) because I like doing things in order for the most part. Anyway, as I said, here's a little something for everyone. WHACK! He expected the sudden sound of metal upon wood to startle the princess. He smirked, preparing for what was sure to be a priceless reaction. His smirk faded when he realized that Princess Azula had not spared a mere flinch to acknowledge his presence. “Even the wind is not silent, as said my uncle before I killed him. However, you are no professional. You were seeking me and I knew it. Not as talented as you would have people believe, it seems.” He flinched. “...poor, poor dear,” she added, finally turning face him. Jet stepped out from the shadows below the trees. “I wasn’t sure you would remember me,” he whispered, twiddling the twig in his teeth and rubbing his two hooked swords against each other. Azula’s eyes narrowed at the piercing squeaks from them. “How could I forget the lowly Earth Kingdom peasant who betrayed my brother? I would applaud you but, alas, I think that is below me.” Jets hands twitched. The fact that he held his swords in both of them made the fact more obvious. Azula smirked. “Why did you seek me out?” “Because I like you. Your pride fascinates, your power seduces, and your eyes bewitch. I am but your humble victim.” The princess folded her arms. “You are an excellent liar. No wonder the waterbender wasn’t happy to see you. What on earth did you do to her, I wonder. Surely she isn’t wild enough to attract your interests?” “That’s not the point. I followed you because you are after something I want. The Avatar. However, I would settle for only aiding in his capture if the pay is well.” Azula smiled. “You’ve got yourself a job, Twig Boy,-” Jet sheathed his swords. “-unless you can’t hold your own.” In a pink whirl, Jet fell to the ground. Someone had tackled him from behind. He threw her off with some difficulty and managed to his feet before he was pinned to a tree by a shower of arrows. The girls laughed as he struggled to break free. One Fire Nation princess, two daughters of Fire Nation nobles, and one Earth Kingdom peasant. What a lovely team they would make....
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Post by storybookgirl on Sept 3, 2006 23:05:16 GMT -5
Finally, haha. For Bard Child. Hope you like it! ------------------------- Chiko sighed loudly, causing his whole body to shudder. Yomi turned his head to the boy sharply. “Are you alright, Chiko?” But Chiko didn’t seem to hear him. The boy continued to stare off into space, his only arm resting upon his left shoulder. “Let him alone,” muttered Mao. “He’s probably just tired” Mao put his arm about his lover, but Yomi did not relax. “He’s been acting funny, lately. He’s been quieter.” His brother’s murmurings brought Chiko out of his trance. He had been thinking about her soft, poisonous lips brushing against his neck. It wasn’t normal for girls to act like that, was it? Or at least not to him... Chiko thought it best to leave the room. He wanted to tell Yomi and Mao about it, but he didn’t know what to say. It embarrassed him, and yet he needed advice on what to do. Yomi rose from the rug to follow Chiko, but Mao wrapped an arm about his waste and pulled Yomi into his lap. “Mao, not now. Something’s very wrong with Chiko, I can just tell!” “The kid’s sixteen! If he doesn’t want to talk about it-” “Fine.” Mao leaned in for a kiss. “But don’t you touch me, or I’ll hit you.” Mao grunted as Yomi pushed his head back and made to leave. Meanwhile, Chiko thought of Ki’Lan, the songmaster’s daughter. Maybe she wasn’t that bad. He remembered Ki’Lan’s angry voice as she’d yelled at him after realizing that Chiko would be the next master, instead of her. But then why had she been so nice to him lately? Maybe she really did like him. He couldn’t understand his feelings for her, though. He felt guilty. What was he supposed to do? Chiko heard angry voices from within the house, but thought he’d stay out of it. Yomi and Mao bickered a lot. It was just how they were. He tried to drown his brother’s out by thinking of the song he was planning to sing for his master tomorrow. ....then an idea hit him. Chiko grinned. Ki’Lan tried to come up with a new song to sing that morning, but hadn’t been able to think of one. If he, Chiko, wrote a poem for her, she could turn it into a song! It could be their song. Yomi and Nani had had their own song. Maybe he and Ki’Lan could have one, too. “If you’re worried about him and that girl, Yomi, nothing’s going to happen! She would never want anything to do with him!” yelled Mao. “W-w-wind blows...th-through y-y-y-your hair...” chanted Chiko, his eyes screwed up in concentration. “M-m-making it n-nice and p-poofy.” “Exactly, Mao! Something’s wrong! He’s not a child, but he doesn’t know anything about love!” “I like... i-it th-th-that way, b-but you say th-that it’s ug-l-l-ly.” “You can’t always protect him, Yomi! If he really needed us, you know I’d help. BUT HE DOESN’T!” “B-but you’re...wro-ong about a lot-t-t of... things.” “Did you even SEE her face when she found out that Chiko will be the next master?! Did you?! You don’t get it! Something’s WRONG!” They were getting really angry now. “I th-th-think you’re...p-pretty.” “NOTHING’S WRONG!” “Love-ly l-l-like a s-snowflake f-fall-i-ing... th-through the c-cold air.” “Chiko has a right to LOVE, YOMI!” “You...m-may yell a-and think... I’m l-lying b-b-b-but I th... think that’s u-unf-” CRASH! Chiko ran into the house. “D-did some-th-th-thing... b-break?” he asked nervously. “No, Chiko,” Yomi soothed. “The table just...” “Fell over,” added Mao gently. “I think it’s time for bed.”
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Post by writer on Sept 4, 2006 10:25:45 GMT -5
Awwwww. Chiko tries poetry. Thats so cute.
It's real good! I loved Storybookgirl
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Post by Doly on Sept 6, 2006 15:18:46 GMT -5
Cool.
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Post by avatarspirit on Sept 7, 2006 0:06:32 GMT -5
Question: Zuko, what's it like knowing your the hottest thing put on earth and you have a million fangirls?
Request: I think it would be intresting to drabble when Sokka gets captured by Azula. (You don;t have to make it romantic unless you want to) the rest is up to you!
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Post by tiaramaki on Nov 4, 2006 14:44:21 GMT -5
*Bumps thread*
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Post by storybookgirl on Nov 21, 2006 22:42:07 GMT -5
Finally, I'm back, guys! Sorry for my absence. Life's been MORE than...um...interesting.
Anyway, here's Avadolly's request. By the way, the game Iroh plays in called Pai Sho, right? Correct me if I'm wrong! Hope everyone enjoys.
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The Avatar, master of all elements and mediator between the four nations, focussed his concentration with all his might. This was it. All he had to do was- “Ha! I won!” Despite being the avatar and shouldering many responsibilities at only fourteen years of age, Aang could not win a simple child’s game. “How did you win? You can’t even see!” “Aw, poor Aang. It sucks being a sore loser, doesn’t it?” smirked Toph as she lifted her dirty feet onto the table with a THUD. Aang and Toph were playing Pai Sho in Toph’s quarters, passing the time before the ball. The ball was to be grand, as it would mark the one year anniversary of the day of peace among the nations. Despite being dressed in finest silk, however, the ball was far from their minds. “I’m not a sore loser. You’re just... just...” “Beautiful?” Aang’s eyebrows suddenly rose. The word had caught him off guard. He stared for a moment, laughed a little, and tried to convince himself that the heat in his cheeks did not mean he was blushing. “B-beautiful? Hehe, why would I think that?” He noticed her frown. “Er- I mean... what... um...” “I distract you, don’t I? You think I’m beautiful.” “Um... Toph, I just-” “Well, do you?” “Why do you ask?” Aang questioned as he twiddled his thumbs, looked up at his longtime friend, then continued his thumb-twidling. “Oh. I guess they weren’t serious then. Huh?” Toph mumbled as she folded her arms and stopped leaning back in her chair so much. “What are you talking about? Who wasn’t serious?” asked Aang. “...do you like me?” Aang struggled for words for a moment and muttered something that resembled “ovcorsebut...um.” “I mean, really like me?” Aang paused for while. Then he rose from his chair, walked around the table to Toph, and leaned in closer and closer. Their lips touched for only a moment. Toph gasped. “You tell me,” smiled Aang. Forty-five minutes later, Sokka spied Aang taking Toph onto the dance floor. He thought nothing of it until- “Katara! Aang just kissed Toph’s hand!” “Aw, how cute. He can be such a gentleman. ...unlike some people I know.” “Shut up. He’s acting weird. Look! He just kissed her on the forehead! ....what is she- Oh.” Toph had taken Aang by the collar and forced his lips onto hers. It did not seem as if he minded. “Hey, Katara,” smirked Sokka, elbowing Katara in the ribs, “It looks like he got over that crush on you.” “Shut up. I...” Katara suddenly had a spark in her eye. “I got an idea. Sokka, you’ll like this.” A moment later they both rose from their mats. Toph took Aangs had and led him around back of the lovely stone fountain in the corner. Both were giggling when- “So what’s with you guys smacking lips and stuff?” The fourteen-year-olds jumped. Sokka was leaning on the wall, arms folded, and with a smirk on his lips and could only be worse than Katara’s quizzical, but amused stare. “Well, you guys... ya see-” said Toph, struggling for the right words. “We’re a couple!” burst out Aang, air-bending in front of the siblings and seeming all confidence, but for the often reproachful looks at Katara. Katara stepped forward and balled her fists. Sokka took a step back... though still smirking. “How could you?!” “Katara, we just-” said Aang. “Should have told me! That way-” “What’s the big-” started Toph. “I could have congratulated you!” grinned Katara, taking both Aang and Toph into a big hug. “Oh! Wow, Katara. I’m glad you’re okay!” smiled Aang. “I knew something was up. Katara was the one who told me you liked me!” commented Toph. “Well....” said Sokka, still smirking,”just don’t get too hanky-panky, you two. This isn’t THAT kind of dance, you know. And now, if you don’t mind, I’m heading toward the food. ...oh, and Aang!” “Yeah?” “It’s about time. I thought you’d NEVER get a girl. Augh!” Toph grinned as the other two laughed. A stone tile from the floor has SOMEHOW managed to hit Sokka right in the head.
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Post by The Blue Chibi on Nov 22, 2006 5:15:52 GMT -5
Story! I was worried about you ~ glad you're back. Yeah, it is called Pai Sho. ;D
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Post by zukoxme on Nov 23, 2006 15:46:46 GMT -5
I love your drabbles!! (And answers!!)
Question: Zuko, have you EVER had a relationship with a girl? If so, why didn't it work out?
Drabble: Aang confesses his true feelings for Katara.
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Post by storybookgirl on Nov 27, 2006 16:12:39 GMT -5
For Avatarspirit : ------------------------------ Miss Avatarspirit, Well, um, thanks for the complement, but... I’m kind of used to girls thinking of me like that. At least I used to be. Because I’m not looking for the Avatar right now, I’m around girls more than when I was out to sea. Growing up, the girls’ academy was opposite the boys’. Because I’m Prince of the FIre Nation, a lot of girls tried to impress me. So I don’t really mind the fan girls all that much, though it can be kind of crazy sometimes. Respectfully, Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation -------------------------------------------- Your oneshot/drabble request will follow shortly. Much love!
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Post by storybookgirl on Jan 6, 2007 5:59:18 GMT -5
Sorry it's taken so long. I have part one of the Sokka/Azula oneshot here. It's really fun to write, so it's kind of long. That, and it's getting kinda late to keep writing. Part two will hopefully follow soon, if my homework is kind.
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“Ah, yes. Another friend of my dear brother,” she said dryly, her cold eyes examining his curved, cold form. “He’s not my friend,” replied the redeemed prince shortly. Sokka stared determidly into Azula’s eyes while his shivering, yet body was held down in a kneeling bow by two of her loyal Dai Lee. Her arms were folded and she began to pace. Zuko’s back still turned, he continued to glare at the wall, his arms folded in the same manner of his sister’s. “You know why you are here, don’t you? I’ve seen you fight. I wonder if you know what you are really up against?” -she paused. But when Sokka opened his mouth to reply, she answered for him. -”Not all princesses are naiive, shy, guilable girls throwing away their lives. Sweet brides to be pining away for a sweet husband and a glamorous wedding. Oh, I’ve seen those aristocratic women. Those insults to females. Loathsome, weak things. My mother was one of them.” Zuko flinched. “I never wanted to follow suite, and always hated the type. ...but you seem fond of them, it appears,” she added in a drawl. “Are you trying to say-” demanded Sokka. “I don’t TRY to say anything. I say what I mean.” -Azula stopped her pacing and drummed her fingers against her forearm. “...yes, I’ve heard about you and your tragic losses. That princess who broke your unworthy heart. What a disgrace she was. You see, some people are born with power. Others, like you and that Long Feng, grope for pieces of it, kissing feet, crawling in the dirt, or else fighting their way to the top. ...but power that is won is easily taken back. To disrespect true power, everlasting and rightful power, like your disgraceful snow princess... like you.... Well, that is just unforgivable, isn’t it? I am Princess Azula, daughter of Fire Lord Ozai.” “Really! Well, that’s a surprise, Your Majesty,” Sokka smiled. Azula continued as if she had had no interruption. “What you and your Avatar are working towards is inevitable doom. I shall make you an example, shall I? A warning of what lies ahead. You’ll have a fantastic view, looking over the ocean from a grassy hill, your head mounted on a spear. A legend-worthy hero’s death. ...however, I can be merciful. If you cooperate, who knows what desirable position you’ll find yourself holding.” “I’m a warrior, Princess. That won’t change.” Azula stared at him for what seemed a long while. Until- “Azula, we don’t have all day.” “Patience, Zuko. All these years around barbarians has made you lose your manners,” she replied, though her eyes never left Sokka’s face. “You clearly need some time to decide,” she said before turning to the members of the Dai Lee holding Sokka down. “You two, proceed with the usual. Then throw him back to the rats. I’ll see him there.”
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Post by avatarspirit on Jan 6, 2007 19:46:05 GMT -5
It's REALLY good! I LOVE it!
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