Full Metal Bitch Prompt Mini-Meme

[lavanya_six]

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

Comments

It's not just Toph's family whose aged, it's the whole main cast. [1/14]

[lavanyasix.livejournal.com]

A/N: Two notes. First, this ended up being a full-length fic and not a drabble so... yay? Second, while your prompt called for a harder and harsher world it didn't turn out that way uniformly. I discovered as I wrote that while some people had worse lives, other had better ones too, but most people just led different lives -- not outright good or bad, just different.


The
World
of
Broken
Glass


. . .

"Watch and learn, Kanna. This is how you catch a fish."

"Nuh-huh! You're doing it WRONG, Hama."

"No," said Hama. "I'm not."

"Yeah-huh!"

"It's only wrong if you're a dumbass."

"Well double-dumbass on you!"

"Kanna! Hama!" Corazon snapped from the head of the canoe, hoping to disrupt the girls' latest tiff before they started throwing around water with their bending. "Don't call your sister bad names."

"But the other day," said Kanna, "you called Aunt Katara a--"

"And that was wrong," Corazon insisted, cheeks heating in spite of the numbing cold. Thank goodness that know-it-all bitch is on the other side of the world, or Sokka would never hear the end of it if that got back to her.

Corazon didn't mind her sister-in-law minding the twins -- spirits knew they drove her insane often enough -- but Katara always had to second-guess every decision she made. Unlike her husband, who could brush off the henpecking with the forgivable viciousness of siblings, Corazon's couldn't argue with Katara without cursing up a storm.

Belatedly, Corazon added, "And double-dumbass isn't even real word, Kanna."

"Ha!"

"Shut your face, Hama!"

"Mom! She called me a yerfaze!"

Corazon buried her face in her mittens.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"GIRLS!"

But from there it devolved into a hair-pulling match between the nine year olds. Corazon, struck at one end of the canoe, was unable to move over to her daughters without maybe tipping them all over into the frigid waters. Yelling didn't slow her girls down. The twins were too into their spat to even notice the water growing choppy around them from their combined bending, or the icebergs around them quaking with each hair loopy pulled.

And then, before anybody lost an eye, an iceberg exploded.