#v. au

[prudenze]

plotted starter - tengen & tsumiki @never-surrender

it had been three months since summer had been over and the cold air of the night was slowly creeping up the child's bones. feet were barely covered. thin shoes made from hay covered the small bare feet, her clothes very thin layered, dirty and holes in the hems of them. skin dry and broken, black and blues here and there from getting whacked when caught stealing buns or apples. her survival instinct was great but even she was slowly starting to lose hope. it wasn't her first winter but it was her first winter on her own. the girl didn't know where her mother was. she'd lost her during summer matsuri somewhere.

it was dark outside already and her stomach hurt. she had not been able to eat in two days and it was so much harder to get food or sneak into places, especially now that she was old enough to be sold. most days she ended up hiding or running from the gangs of nobility.

somewhere, somewhere close she could smell something really nice. mouth watering nice. cold feet carried her towards the source, her stomach only agreeing on the plan that formed in the girls head. this was tonight's target.

through the bushes, with her frame petite and small, she could easily hide in small spots, making her way quietly over the whole small section of this estate, ducking and laying low until the kitchen eventually became silent. today must be her lucky day. the door was open and she could enter without any issues. this was great. this means she could eat to her hearts content, at least to what she could fit.

meat. there was meat. she didn't think twice about taking whatever her bony fingers could grab. all of it was tasty. even the veggies and there were eggs too. these people had to be super rich. she even found milk and took a few sips. all of it. grabbing a bento fabric she took three buns, a few eggs and some tomatoes and dared taking them along so she could eat a day or two. they wouldn't mind, they had plenty. but it was late and the place was warm, maybe if she moved inside the pantry behind one of the huge sacks of rice she could stay there for the night. she could easily leave in the morning if she got up early enough.

with a full stomach and cozily hiding in-between the bags of rice she fell asleep. this was by far the best sleep she had gotten in years. all while holding the stolen food in a tight grip between her arms.

[prxdigalprincess]

@ahousefullofvillains CONTINUED.

Azula narrowed her eyes as she moved through the space, trying to stay as quiet as possible. It occurred to her that she could have already been seen, that someone could know she was here already, so she held her hand at her side, ready to burst into flame the minute she was attacked.

As it so happened, she soon found herself at the wrong end of a hook sword, and her eyes lifted to its owner. He looked like a boy from the Earth Kingdom, and so her eyes narrowed more. How dare he threaten a Princess of the Fire Nation?!

With his warning not to move, however, she smirked. She allowed her hand to suddenly be coated in her signature blue fire, and she said, “I’m not moving.”

It was clear in her face that she was messing with him, and now amused. Somehow, even with a weapon to her throat, she felt in control of the situation. 

[andresdefonollosa-archived]

@verreprincesse (from here)

Andrés was thrilled at the prospect of Hogwarts hosting the Triwizard tournament. He had put his name into the Goblet of Fire, hoping to be chosen at the Hogwarts tribute, but luck wasn’t on his side. Still, he needed a date to the upcoming Yule Ball, and the Beauxbatons were extremely attractive. So, Andrés walked up to one of the girls with a charming smile.

“Hello,” he said, holding out his hand. “I’m Andrés. What’s your name, cariña?”

[skywurp-blog]

defectiicon replied to your post: ::Think you could talk Prowl out of putting me in...

::My undying love and gratitude, and maybe some really cool stuff I found in weird places?::

      ★ ::Hmmm... Better hope the stuff is up t’snuff, Sparkles. I wouldn’t deal with Prowl f’r jus’ anyone.::

[hard-edgedandduly-appointed]

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Oozes harder.

      "Please move."

[prxdigalprincess]

The Past Comes Back

Azula had been thrilled when she’d first started to work on her bending. Every time she went to the market, she kept her eyes open for any firebending scrolls that might come through. But unfortunately, there was nothing yet. Forbidden knowledge, she figured.

That didn’t stop her from finding a secluded place every day, though, and go through everything she could figure out. But she’d gotten stuck. So, she hoped, she could ask her father to see if he’d know anything about the one move she was trying to work through. He’d had some training, she knew, and hoped he might be of some help.

So, the Princess- Princess! It still stunned her to think of herself with that title- started home. About halfway there, she noticed someone on the road, an older man with.... red robes? No. Oh no...

Azula picked up into a run, and ran as fast as she could to the farmhouse, looking for her father.

The moment she was through the door, she yelled, “Dad! Dad?!” It didn’t take her long to find him, panting, a panicked look on her face. “Dad, I think the Fire Nation is coming!”

@phoenixfell

[skywurp-blog]

@medic-mum

      ★ The best thing was to stay completely still, crowded against the back and far from the spaces one could see through. It was difficult--- the cylinder was shaking, jostled by transport, but to stay as far from those pieces was ultimately the goal. The water, at least, was thick and green, and he knew that it kept him hidden. Some level of safety, then, even as he likewise knew that this tank was so confined because they knew that in this volume of water they would find him again. They hadn’t put him in with any confidence, but that didn’t mean that they were unsure of themselves. He was simply more than they could rightly control. 

      As well as being a small space which jumped and pitched as it was moved, the cylinder was disorientingly loud. He could hear the scroll of the wheels underneath as if they were all around him, and he could have been ill with the way it rattled through his head and the way he could feel it even in his feet. The whole of the tank was disturbed. The voices of his captors could just barely be heard over the rumbling, and were he not so confused he could have been driven into a frenzy by the thought of them alone. As it was he had been transported so long that nothing made sense anymore, and when finally they were through with him it would take hours to get his thoughts back into any kind of shape. 

      Finally the sound stopped, and abruptly. It took the water longer to still. He raised his head, blinking long and slow out into the rectangle of light above him as the voices continued to drone. It was only a matter of time before they would want to see him again.