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lavanya_six ([personal profile] lavanya_six) wrote2010-11-18 10:30 pm

Full Metal Bitch Prompt Mini-Meme


So I've hit a bit of a dry spell in my writing. NaNoWriMo (i.e. the rest of Full Metal Bitch) has petered out these past few days due to plotting issues and my complete inability to construct a decent fight scene. As a way to get me back into things, I'm going to throw FMB to the wolves the masses as a way of getting used to writing it again.

For those of you who aren't familiar with the fic, Full Metal Bitch is an in-progress AtLA Alternative Universe fic based on one simple change -- When the Gaang encounter Toph in Season Two, she is not twelve, but twenty-two.

RULES

1. Each commentator can submit up to THREE PROMPTS, of which I will pick ONE to fill. Note: You must be signed in to receive a fill. No anonymous requests

2. All prompts must be set in the FMB!Verse.

3.
In addition to writing "missing scenes" from Full Metal Bitch, I'll also do AUs to the fic if requested. Please remember that the more specific/complex your request, the harder it will be for me to write and thus the less likely I am to fill it. 

4.
Please do not request anything set at any point in Season 2 between episode 2x07 ("Zuko Alone") and episode 2x20 ("The Crossroads of Destiny") All that will eventually be covered in the actual fic itself. 


Requests Made: 4/5
Requests Filled: 3/4

The World of Broken Glass [2/14]

[identity profile] lavanyasix.livejournal.com 2010-11-29 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)

Ty Lee's three eyes slammed open.

The whole southern horizon was afire. It was an aura like nothing she had ever seen, one beyond color or words, bursting out of nowhere. It stole her breath. Even after it faded away several seconds later, she continued to sit in the lotus position and weep at the memory of it.

Eventually she pulled herself together and went to find her teacher.

"It's him," she said. "I know it. I do!"

"Then it is time for you to leave this place, my student, and teach whom I could not."

Ty Lee wanted to argue, to plead that she had so much more to learn from him, but she understood the wisdom in her teacher's words. The spirits and ancestors were so often vague that such an unambiguous clarion trumpeting could not be ignored.

That understanding didn't stop her from pouncing forward and tackling her teacher with a hug. "Goodbye, Guru Pathik."

Her teacher laughed. "I'll miss you too, Guru Ty Lee."