Because these things always have a lower turnout, and I really, really want to write some of my OCs right now.
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- Three slots per person, five slots if you're one of my people1- Prompts must include fandom and what side you want me to write an OC from, assuming sides are relevant to the fandom. (Autobot/Decepticon/neutral, Earth/Water/Fire/
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She wears a sand-pale headscarf to cover her hair so that not a bit of it can be seen. Under the scarf, she wears her dowry - gold and silver, fine stones and charms woven from wool taken from the pony-goats that belong to her.
Across her face, she wears a fine orange veil. It is the only thing of color that any one can see. Her mother scolds her, her sisters disapprove, her brothers argue. She will never find a husband with such brazenness, such attention-drawing. Men will take her for a whore.
Her father says nothing.
The djinn sweeps into her father's tent, his clothes the orange of a people long dead. He dresses as all men of the desert must dress, but his skin is too pale, his eyes too fiery.
He is not of the desert ( ... )
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ILher so much. Thank you.
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