Audience participation.
There's a meme going around now, another one of those asking for prompts so you can write other people fic.
But heck with that. It's my birthday, and I'd rather see people write fic for me.
You should know what I like, and I'm totally cool with someone spinning a story off something I wrote myself. There's a risk involved in this, that I might not get something, but I think it's worth the try.
But heck with that. It's my birthday, and I'd rather see people write fic for me.
You should know what I like, and I'm totally cool with someone spinning a story off something I wrote myself. There's a risk involved in this, that I might not get something, but I think it's worth the try.

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...except, it's not done yet. We had hoped to be all supersekrit, but teasing you is just as fun. Here's a (drabble-y) taste:
He's sitting on the edge of his bed -- only it's not his bed anymore; this little bed in this brightly-painted room is long gone, now, replaced by Mother's crafting -- sitting on the edge of the bed with the diamond in his hand. It's so small, its weight imperceptible, but he knows what it can do. If he can only --
The tape dispenser is right where he knew it would be, in the drawer of Danny's desk. He peels his shirt off, not even bothering with the buttons, and spreads it out over the bed. There, right there, just under the yoke and in the middle of a pinstripe, that magic spot where the wings of his shoulderblades would meet if he moved them just right -- there.
He measures out three inches of Scotch tape and carefully so carefully tapes the diamond down.
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If it happens to feature Zuko, so much the better.
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Zuko and BABIESSS?no subject
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“Patient complains of a persistent cough. Birthdate is listed as April 16, 1523. Look, it's late, the weather's shitty, and I want to get cozy with a recliner and a couple of fistfuls of bourbon."
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