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Post by Fire Lord Azula on Oct 4, 2007 23:51:38 GMT -5
You sound like a good CD that's set on a permanent loop. ;PSo! Where to begin? So many goodies this time around. I should review 'em all. And give you karma, of course! Promises paints a vivid picture of the final battle. Aang is determined to go it alone, and your portrayal of Katara's despair is gripping. She really fears for him; longs for him -- and your audience gets a sense of that. Ah, Iroh. Leave it to him to equate Aang's problems with strategy! With Tea, you show them bonding over the transcontinental game of Pai Sho, which is iconic in its own right. Wise Iroh, giving advice on love... it seems so right. I have to agree with Kataang girl about your title. to touch the body below is Kataangst at its finest. Aang's change in demeanor is killing Katara. Killing her. You can feel her despair... it's so powerful and chilling. And Aang is torn between duty and happiness: what must surely be one of the hardest choices a person has to make.
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Post by grandmaster192 on Oct 5, 2007 5:23:43 GMT -5
Melis, you are a freakin beast! That Azula poem was just beautiful. I mean, it was Azula herself! It felt like I really could hear Azula saying that stuff. I don't know how to explain it... It was just brilliant.
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Post by Kohana on Oct 5, 2007 10:40:51 GMT -5
Melis, hon, that was just freakin' awesome!!! You write so wondefully IC and fluent.
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Post by avatar209 on Oct 5, 2007 12:00:00 GMT -5
I love love love love love your fanfics! I have read them and wish some of them came true. Totally karma for you. You are one of the best Kataang, tokka, zujin.... whatever fanfic you do it will be awesome.
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Post by Blind Bandit on Oct 10, 2007 11:38:32 GMT -5
Seems to me that Me and GOZ where right mel your awesome. *runs*
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Post by Melis on Nov 20, 2007 22:07:45 GMT -5
Oh wow! Almost a page of reviews. You guys really do floor me with them! I'm sorry I don't have much to say back in reply. You guys just leave me speechless and all I can really say is a big thank you! I know I haven't updated in a long, long while so I brought a present! I've been reading "Love in the time of Cholera" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and it has inspired me SO much in terms of writing and romance that I couldn't help but write a one-shot. I'm not done with it yet, but I do have a preview! Here it is: He sealed all his letters with extra-tenderness and care, delicately brushing his fingertips against the fabric of the worn out and brown envelope as if it was her skin that he touched and felt against his thumbs. Inside held all of his prized possessions, the only things his people were allowed to keep: his heart and his soul all transcribed with letters and poetic phrases that he would send to her with each and every letter he wrote.
He wrote these letters to keep her at bay while he was gone, to be with her like the moonlight nights they spent, only with metaphorical words as his proxy.Feel free to point out any mistakes or wordings you guys might think is off. It's not beta'd yet, and probably won't be until I finish it. And I finished your request, GOZ! I hope you enjoyed it!: requested: Azula/Katara (this should be tame enough to be on the boards. If it isn't, feel free to omit it and I'll post a link to it instead, thanks!) Her lips tasted like bitter fruit. It was an observation that she felt was deemed suitable in these circumstances. The flicker of the flame on the candle symbolized the coming of the cold, eastern wind that would at times, especially during this season, dissolve some of the scorching heat that made the Fire Nation so tropical. But the room was defiant and surrounded itself with the heat even as the window panels rocked back and forth against the walls. The wind was strong, but the room was defiant. Her hands were smooth, unbecoming for a master. Her touch was soft and scarce, her longfingernails cutting against the surface of the dark skin, visible blood oozing out of the small cuts she had made for her enjoyment. Katara neither winced nor made any visible or audible response to it.She sat there like the doll that the Fire Lord created, her hair soft and shiny cascading down her back in chocolate waves and curls, just how she liked it most. Her lips were painted on and rosy, which was her own decision.The blue robes that were specifically made for her were already down by her waist, her shoulders and chest bare for all to see. But the only one who saw, was her. The Fire Lord took one look of her sitting down on her bed, obedient with pools of blue that reminded her of the harsh waves of the oceans at night she remembered from the summer days she spent on Ember Island, and felt satisfied. She placed her hand on her shoulder, her lips to her ear, and spoke in a whisper: "You're mine now. No one will save you." Katara looked into Azula's eyes for the first time in a long while, sensing the fierce determination of her words in her eyes, and knew that she had won.
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Post by Empy on Nov 20, 2007 22:19:37 GMT -5
Wow Melis, this is amazing as always. I love how you characterized Azula I can't wait to see what you write next. Your preview really intrigues me so I can't wait to see how that works. ^_^
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Post by Blind Bandit on Nov 27, 2007 13:32:02 GMT -5
Oh wow! Almost a page of reviews. You guys really do floor me with them! I'm sorry I don't have much to say back in reply. You guys just leave me speechless and all I can really say is a big thank you! I know I haven't updated in a long, long while so I brought a present! I've been reading "Love in the time of Cholera" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and it has inspired me SO much in terms of writing and romance that I couldn't help but write a one-shot. I'm not done with it yet, but I do have a preview! Here it is: He sealed all his letters with extra-tenderness and care, delicately brushing his fingertips against the fabric of the worn out and brown envelope as if it was her skin that he touched and felt against his thumbs. Inside held all of his prized possessions, the only things his people were allowed to keep: his heart and his soul all transcribed with letters and poetic phrases that he would send to her with each and every letter he wrote.
He wrote these letters to keep her at bay while he was gone, to be with her like the moonlight nights they spent, only with metaphorical words as his proxy.Feel free to point out any mistakes or wordings you guys might think is off. It's not beta'd yet, and probably won't be until I finish it. And I finished your request, GOZ! I hope you enjoyed it!: requested: Azula/Katara (this should be tame enough to be on the boards. If it isn't, feel free to omit it and I'll post a link to it instead, thanks!) Her lips tasted like bitter fruit. It was an observation that she felt was deemed suitable in these circumstances. The flicker of the flame on the candle symbolized the coming of the cold, eastern wind that would at times, especially during this season, dissolve some of the scorching heat that made the Fire Nation so tropical. But the room was defiant and surrounded itself with the heat even as the window panels rocked back and forth against the walls. The wind was strong, but the room was defiant. Her hands were smooth, unbecoming for a master. Her touch was soft and scarce, her longfingernails cutting against the surface of the dark skin, visible blood oozing out of the small cuts she had made for her enjoyment. Katara neither winced nor made any visible or audible response to it.She sat there like the doll that the Fire Lord created, her hair soft and shiny cascading down her back in chocolate waves and curls, just how she liked it most. Her lips were painted on and rosy, which was her own decision.The blue robes that were specifically made for her were already down by her waist, her shoulders and chest bare for all to see. But the only one who saw, was her. The Fire Lord took one look of her sitting down on her bed, obedient with pools of blue that reminded her of the harsh waves of the oceans at night she remembered from the summer days she spent on Ember Island, and felt satisfied. She placed her hand on her shoulder, her lips to her ear, and spoke in a whisper: "You're mine now. No one will save you." Katara looked into Azula's eyes for the first time in a long while, sensing the fierce determination of her words in her eyes, and knew that she had won. OMG mel your never stop flooring me with your awesome. Great job I sure GOZ will love that. Hows my fic request coming if I may ask?
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Post by Fire Lord Azula on Dec 10, 2007 20:16:20 GMT -5
Can I ever be forgiven for letting this go so long? I don't blame you if the answer is "no". :\
So, I'm pretty sure you've established yourself as the champion of Kataang. That drabble leaves your audience wanting more. Trust me on this. The way you crafted it... we want to know what's in the letters, and how Katara reacts to such heartfelt words.
And I've told you time and time again, but I'm not sure it'll ever be enough -- THANK YOU for this request! Ahhh... it's so wonderful! BB's right... I LOVE it. The tension between Azula and Katara... Azula thinks she has the upper hand... little does she know...! It's just so brilliant, amazing, awe-inspiring, etc. ... I really am floored -- and flattered -- that you wrote this masterpiece for me!
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Post by Melis on Jan 3, 2008 20:46:03 GMT -5
*Beams from the praise!* Thank you guys SO much! I really do appreciate it and like I've said before, I don't really know what else to say! I've been working on and off w/ this one story idea that involves Aang set sometime in the future. That's all I'm really going to say on it, since to delve into the topic of the overall story wouldn't really fit w/ the rules of DH. I'm a total masochist, I know but I couldn't help thinking of the idea. Anyway, here's a preview: --- From the moment he walked in to the dining hall he caught a whiff of her perfume. It was gliding across the wind like an un-opened invitation. Aang wasn't sure whether or not he would be able to compose himself if they were to cross paths tonight by the way her perfume made his insides twist and turn in a never ending cycle of love... On Ji held on to his arm tighter, gazing across the room at the other guests. She never knew just how soon she would have to confront the ghost that haunted her when she and Aang were intimate. She doesn't remember the face of the ghost, but it didn't need a face for On Ji to realize that the ghost was looking right at her. "Good Evening!" She chiped up as best and polite as she could. If she were a mind reader then her voice would've faltered at the babble that quickly ran through Aang's mind the moment his eyes found themselves looking into blue pools of oceans he allowed himself to drown into from time after time. Long, long ago when they were both younger. She was older and her face told that the most but she still smelled of incense and snow. She bowed, as was custom, and he watched as her dark brown hair cascaded down past her shoulders, like a waiting temptation for his fingertips, for his touch... The smooth dark skin seen and glistening with a radiance only he could understand but wanted to thoroughly expand his knowledge on. When she stood back up, all he could muster between his lips was a "Hello". She watched him with a curious eye before he composed himself with confidence and bowed, and this time his "Hello" was much more firm. On Ji noticed his unease earlier and said "Forgive us, but we have to go say hello to the Fire Lord and his wife" before departing with a wave, ushering Aang away with her. They didn’t speak to each other for awhile after that incident. Whereas Katara was left dumbstruck at the scene that had just happened a couple of minutes ago, and wasn’t sure whether or not that pang in her heart that kept throbbing from the moment she laid eyes on him for so many years were from the ache of seeing him again, or seeing him with another woman in arm. --- @bb: Your request is coming along fine. I need to brainstorm some more and get more writing done before I can finish it. But don't worry, I'll have it done before the end of the month.
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Post by Blind Bandit on Jan 8, 2008 5:40:40 GMT -5
*Beams from the praise!* Thank you guys SO much! I really do appreciate it and like I've said before, I don't really know what else to say! I've been working on and off w/ this one story idea that involves Aang set sometime in the future. That's all I'm really going to say on it, since to delve into the topic of the overall story wouldn't really fit w/ the rules of DH. I'm a total masochist, I know but I couldn't help thinking of the idea. Anyway, here's a preview: --- From the moment he walked in to the dining hall he caught a whiff of her perfume. It was gliding across the wind like an un-opened invitation. Aang wasn't sure whether or not he would be able to compose himself if they were to cross paths tonight by the way her perfume made his insides twist and turn in a never ending cycle of love... On Ji held on to his arm tighter, gazing across the room at the other guests. She never knew just how soon she would have to confront the ghost that haunted her when she and Aang were intimate. She doesn't remember the face of the ghost, but it didn't need a face for On Ji to realize that the ghost was looking right at her. "Good Evening!" She chiped up as best and polite as she could. If she were a mind reader then her voice would've faltered at the babble that quickly ran through Aang's mind the moment his eyes found themselves looking into blue pools of oceans he allowed himself to drown into from time after time. Long, long ago when they were both younger. She was older and her face told that the most but she still smelled of incense and snow. She bowed, as was custom, and he watched as her dark brown hair cascaded down past her shoulders, like a waiting temptation for his fingertips, for his touch... The smooth dark skin seen and glistening with a radiance only he could understand but wanted to thoroughly expand his knowledge on. When she stood back up, all he could muster between his lips was a "Hello". She watched him with a curious eye before he composed himself with confidence and bowed, and this time his "Hello" was much more firm. On Ji noticed his unease earlier and said "Forgive us, but we have to go say hello to the Fire Lord and his wife" before departing with a wave, ushering Aang away with her. They didn’t speak to each other for awhile after that incident. Whereas Katara was left dumbstruck at the scene that had just happened a couple of minutes ago, and wasn’t sure whether or not that pang in her heart that kept throbbing from the moment she laid eyes on him for so many years were from the ache of seeing him again, or seeing him with another woman in arm. --- @bb: Your request is coming along fine. I need to brainstorm some more and get more writing done before I can finish it. But don't worry, I'll have it done before the end of the month. Awesome mel the drama.lol Thanks mel thats great to hear.
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Post by Empy on Jul 21, 2008 14:55:53 GMT -5
Moved to Legendary for the numerous high quality stories that have been posted and provided by Melis. <333
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Post by Kohana on Jul 21, 2008 15:00:12 GMT -5
I loved all the epic stories Melis wrote in here. I will never forget the excitement when I saw this thread updated with another beautiful drabble.
Moving it to legendary is a good idea. The awesomeness of this thread is more than worthy. <333
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Post by Blind Bandit on Jul 22, 2008 2:46:36 GMT -5
Aww truly a great idea.
God mel I miss you so much.
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