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How the gentle wind, beckons through the leaves~

I’d be down to play Game #1 if anyone’s got title suggestions :)

Feel free to send them as an ask or as a comment, whatever your preference

Writing Games: Titles

1. Game:

Choose a title or let your followers send you some in. Write a short drabble or a full story with that title. What is the first idea that comes to your mind?

+ if you take the same title and write completely different stories/different genres with it

2. Game:

Let your followers send you the titles and then create a short summary for what a potential story would be about.

3. Game:

Choose one title for every letter in the alphabet from these lists and fill them or let your followers pick characters for you to write a story for each title with. (Inspired by evilwriter37)

Here are all the titles|Here are more Writing Games

MHA tweets pt.16- shigaraki appears

the way you jump from creating silly, hilarious fake tweets to really beautiful pieces of writing is so inspiring to me. I'm happy I could read ur stuff and deeply appreciate every comment you've left, even if it takes me a while to reply lol <3

tysm!! im glad that the things i create were able to inspire you this year! that’s so cool :)

and im really happy we were able to connect on here! i look forward to seeing what new things you write in 2025 (and the new bkdk things you reblog lol) <33

Prompt: Aang didn't know Zuko was raising a baby dragon

Aang tilts his head. He doesn’t lower his staff, because—because Zuko, but he doesn’t try hitting him again, either. At least, not anywhere near his chestplate, which the other boy is very suddenly defending like there’s a second Avatar inside.

“Do you… have something in there?” Aang asks.

“NO!” shouts Zuko, who definitely has something inside his armor. It makes a kind of scrabbly-paws-on-metal sound and then—

“Do you have a dragon in there?” Aang squeals. 

And maybe in retrospect he should have thought more before bouncing towards the fiery teenager, but in Aang’s defense there is the cutest, tiniest, fluffiest little maned dragon head he’s ever seen trying to peek out of Zuko’s neckline. And anyway, the other boy is way too busy backpedaling and trying to push the dragon’s snout back inside to Capture the Avatar, so. So Aang absolutely shoves a hand at the dragon’s nose for it to smell him, because that’s how you greet them—

—Or is that praying mantis-dogs?—

And then there is a Fire Prince squawking and shoving him away, which is definitely not a bending move, but not before a little lizard tongue tickles Aang’s hand which is so cute.

“Uh,” says Sokka, lowering his club. “I. I am not actually sure how I’m supposed to be reacting, here.”

“We’re fighting,” snarls Zuko, who is cupping protective hands over the dragon, and definitely not fighting. The dragon has wormed one stubby little leg and an adorably oversized wing out, and seems enthusiastically set on more. 

Which is the point where Zuko’s uncle finally catches up to them, at his usual leisurely pace. If he wasn’t with Zuko, Aang would maybe think that the older man wasn’t all that invested in catching him.

“Nephew, do you…” And then he catches sight of the dragon.

Zuko pales.

“Hello, Uncle Backup,” says Sokka, grabbing Aang and Katara’s arms. “And that’s our cue to go go go.”

Zuko chases them. Because he’s Zuko.

Zuko… gets ahead of them. Which is not very chase-y?

Zuko vaults into Appa’s saddle ahead of them and holds his hands up as Katara threatens him with a hovering stream of water. He… doesn’t seem to be leaving, or attacking, and his uncle is running after them way faster than Aang is used to, so. Yip-yip?

Katara and Sokka sit down, once Zuko’s uncle looks very small under them. Zuko keeps his hands up. The baby dragon is flapping its free wing appreciatively in the rushing air. And chirruping really cutely.

“So,” says Sokka, slowly. “You… needed a ride?”

“I don’t—” Zuko starts to shout, before lowering his volume, even if his tone is exactly the same. “I don’t need a ride.”

“Uh-huh,” says Sokka, even more slowly. 

Zuko continues to keep his hands up. His dragon is trying to squirm the rest of the way free, and has decided that gnawing at his chest plate is the way to do this. It’s making pretty good progress against the black and red paint. The metal, not so much.

Aang keeps glancing back from Appa’s head. “You, um,” he says, suddenly realizing that You seemed scared will probably just lead to more shouting. And fire. Which there has been a really noticeable lack of, and Aang kind of wants to encourage that. 

“Did your uncle not know about the dragon?” he asks, instead.

“Uncle is the Dragon of the West,” Zuko says, more quietly than Aang has ever heard him say anything. And also like it’s a full explanation. But judging by the equally confused looks on Katara and Sokka’s faces, this isn’t just another thing he’s missed during the past hundred years. 

The baby dragon huffs at its lack of progress. And flops, like an over-cooked and very dejected noodle, against Zuko’s chest. 

Zuko swallows. And stops glaring at any of them, because he’s no longer meeting their eyes. He lowers his hands, slowly, and works a shoulder strap free. It’s enough for the dragon to puddle limply down into his lap, where it curls into a very alert spring. 

“Do you know how someone gets the title dragon?” Zuko says. “By killing a dragon. Uncle thought he killed the last two. And father was—he was so mad, not that uncle killed the last, but that he killed two. That he didn’t leave some glory for the rest of our family.”

Sokka clears his throat, after the obligatory awkward silence. “Your family is… kind of messed up, huh?” 

“What was your first clue,” says the Fire Prince, his scarred face deadpan.

His very prominently scarred face.

Oh. 

Katara crosses her arms. Which makes her look grumpier, but she’s not able to bend as quickly like that, so Aang knows she’s feeling less going-to-waterwhip-you grumpy and more prove-me-wrong grumpy. 

“If killing it would be so glorious,” she asks, “why haven’t you?”

“It— She— She’s just a child. It wouldn’t be honorable,” Zuko says, straightening his back.

“Uh-huh,” says Sokka.

But Aang. Aang grins. “Hey! I’m a child, too!”

The Fire Prince groans, and drops his face into his knees. His dragon climbs up onto his head and, using his ponytail approximately like a tree branch, stretches both her wings out, and lifts her little nose to the wind.

(You can also read this and other prompts on AO3.)

Your MHA tweets have me desperately trying not to wake up the roomie by cackling.

Lmao rip to your roomie if they woke up but I’m glad you like them!!

Week three:

15- fic- bkdk, post-Kamino, au where Izuku goes to Shiketsu and is in their support course

-this was meant to be a somewhat angsty reconnection fic but so far it’s turning out mostly humorous. heavily based on the idea that izuku stole an AM action figure from bkg when they were four and “intends” to give it back as a way to gain entry into the bakugou house to see if Kacchan’s doing okay (but he 100% still leaves with the figure)

16- no writing- ‘twas a very busy day for bi_focal and now it is bedtime. thinking about Grenade the dog, though

17- no writing x2- I really did not realize how busy I would be once I came home for the holidays but I’ll redouble my writing efforts for tomorrow!

18- fic & original- prompt response & short story

-wasn’t quite sure how to approach this one, but then I thought up the first line and the rest just flowed. im at 420 words rn so i have plenty of room to do touch up and make it nice :)

-also, i wrote the first few lines of a short story idea i want to have fully written one day

19- fic x3- pre-slash bkdk for writing practice, prompt response, & Short For Grenade

-just a silly little idea I had where everybody except Izuku knows that Izuku is in love with bakugou, so when bkg asks him out Izuku is like: but im not gay :( (and bkg is like ‘yeah okay we’ll see about that')

-finished my second prompt response! im realizing action description is a little tricky for me

-added some more to the Short For Grenade fic (it needs some serious editing but you cant edit without writing the cringey stuff first so im doing my best to work towards a complete rough draft)

20- original- single stanza poem tonight just to get some words on the page ‘cause I am so sleepy

21- fic- togachako frankestein meets adam and eve

-fiddled with this one a bit today, mostly editing and polishing, and opened it up for contributions! id be very excited to get some other writer's takes on the idea. pretty sure i had paris paloma on blast when i originally wrote it

I want to write at least a little bit every day in December so I’ve decided to keep a log and post it here to keep myself accountable! I’ll list whether it’s a fic or original, what it’s about, and a few of my thoughts about each project. posted weekly, I think :)

all grown up

Hello, I saw your writing requests were open thru October- does that mean you’re done for now?

Yup. I’m planning on opening requests again later this week, but for a specific type of challenge I wanna try. The next general one I’ll open will prob be sometime in the spring :)

MHA tweets pt.18- moo deng 🦛