why am I doing this why why why

[fahye]

OH I KNOW: last weekend of holidays before classes return, swiftly followed by the exams of doom! Last chance at creativity before the demons of academic pressure descend and stare me down with their beady, beady eyes, leaving me whimpering in a heap and clutching my ink-depleted highlighters to my chest!

DRABBLE PROMPTS. GO.

Ideas for ridiculous crossovers and AUs are encouraged, as are requests of the 'set X years before/after story Y' variety.

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[sophistry]

AtLA/Good Omens. A certain occult twosome as recurring background characters (tea-house settings in Ba Sing Se optional). Bonus points for translating their natures/functions into Avatarverse mythology!

:D?

[fahye.livejournal.com]

You are SO EVIL, oh my god. That is an epic fic right there.

(NB: I am not writing an epic fic. I am writing a DRABBLE.)

[sophistry]

YOU SHOULD WRITE AN EPIC FIC. Or, you know, not - I'm just kind of starry-eyed at the possibilities. But if only a hundred words exist of Iroh and Aziraphale cheating outrageously at Pai Sho, or Crowley + Sokka + *~GADGETS~* (or, or, or...), I can die happy.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

GADGETS *_* You're on.

~

"Please, Mister Boomerang!" Sokka threw himself to his knees -- well, almost to his knees. Katara and Suki were united in their complete refusal to do his laundry, and now that he could no longer claim 'we're saving the WORLD!' as an excuse for being a bit grubby, he often found himself becoming unpleasantly intimate with the concept of washing things. So he threw himself into a semi-kneeling position, knees hovering just above the dusty-looking floor of the restaurant.

There was a pause. His manly thighs started to ache.

"Yes?" Ty Lee said encouragingly.

"Oh, majestic Boomerang!" Sokka sprang gratefully upright. "Why has your perfect edge and balance in flight deserted me? I mean us?"

Suki rolled her eyes. "I'll go and order, shall I?"

Sokka took his seat and patted Boomerang where it lay on the table. Normally he liked an audience for his technological pain, but the only other people in the restaurant were two men having a quiet debate over drinks. One of them was a twitchy Fire Nation citizen and the other was wearing a shade of green that didn't suit him very well, but Sokka assumed he was an earthbender because one of the porcelain cups on the table was moving idly back and forth between his hands.

Ty Lee grinned over her ankle, which had somehow appeared between the table and her chin. Sokka did appreciate a good amount of elasticity in a girl.

"Have I shown you the dent?"

"Twice," said Ty Lee. "But you could show me again if it'll make you feel better!"

Sokka was in the process of doing so when Suki gave his wolftail a tug. "They aren't serving that soup you like for another couple of hours. So we do have time for shopping."

"Yay!" Ty Lee's elasticity got her into a standing position before Sokka could blink.

"Really?" Sokka looked at Boomerang, who was no help at all.

"Now, really," the blond earthbender was saying as they left, even though it didn't seem like his friend had said anything at all.

Mister Boomerang made a recovery that Sokka could only describe as miraculous, and in fact now had a tendency to whip itself around obstacles in a way that made Aang tilt his head to one side and stare.

"New wrist-flicking technique," said Sokka.

"Of course," said Aang, and smiled.