This is an illustration for a potential story with the cast of Gundam Wing in the world of Avatar (I'd be using the world of AtlA, but not the characters, so no Wufei meets Zuko.)

There are certain expectations in troll society about taking in a freeloader with no place to go, as Dad Egbert finds out when he offers to host two of his son's stranded friends post-game.

"They're not going to bite, you know," She drawled without even turning to look at him, as she forced a sausage-like Harleybertian leg in a leg-hole. She was smirking, though, he could tell from her voice. "Or projectile venom. Hell, even vomit wouldn't get that far." Prequel to Battlefield Terra. 3 000 words of Mr. Strider meeting his newborn clonebabies for the first time. Also features Doc Lalonde.

"Where are you going?" the other you asks, and his voice is husky and friendly and not even a little bit like yours. You have never sounded like that one day of your life and you're never going to and you don't give a fuck. No, honestly, you don't. "I'm missing some of my humans," you inform him, gruff and uncaring and your shoulders squared like the badass leader that you are and why does he have to be a head taller than you? "And I have deduced with my masterful, scintillating intelligence that in order to get out they have quite possibly used the only way out that exists short of walking through walls. That--" you point, "--tunnel, just in the wholly unsurprising case you needed that clarified."

-- tentacleTherapist [TT] has joined memo CALLING ALL JACKASSES -- CG: THANK LITTLE JEGUS AND ALL HIS WIGGLER-EATING ELVES. WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING STATUS. CA: oh great and wwhich human evven is that again TT: Oh, please. We both know perfectly how well you remember me, Mr. Ampora. TT: My status is, if you will permit the bad joke, wet and horny. CG: MY GANDERBULBS JUST IMPLODED FROM GROSS BY PROXY. WHAT THE CROTCHBLISTERING *FUCK*, LALONDE? TT: As in, I have just emerged from what is either a recuperacoon or a fairly good mock-up, and there are protrusions attached to my skull that I am inclined to believe would be candy-corn-colored. CG: ... OH. YEAH, VERY AMUSING. I AM VERY AMUSED. HERE IS A PICTOGRAPHIC REPRESENTATION OF MY MIRTH. |:B

I’m talking about daemons as in the His Dark Materials series by Philip Pullman, or the Golden Compass movie if you’ve seen that. What daemons do everyone have? What happens to daemons during a drift? How do pilots’ daemons act around each other? INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW.

Gundam Wing, if it happened in the Temeraire universe. Or, a story of dragons and their boys. Series of drabbles and one-shots; gundams as dragons.

The only thing that saves them is that even in the throes of berserk rage Kankri has no clue how to fight.

"She was fucking taller," Katsuki's Benio repeats, fangs out. "The fuck she was." Katsuki knows what, who his daemon is talking about. He doesn’t want to know, but he does. Benio is about eye level with Midoriya Yuina. She probably also knows what she’s talking about. Maybe the shitty fainting mini-steak on the hoof just decided to stand up properly today. Maybe Katsuki and Benio have other shit to think about, like the upcoming tournament, and other shit not to think about, like needing to be fucking saved by a fucking useless quirkless mook and his fucking fainting goat, the biggest joke of the animal kingdom bar none.

"She was fucking taller," Katsuki's Benio repeats, fangs out. "The fuck she was." Katsuki knows what, who his daemon is talking about. He doesn’t want to know, but he does. Benio is about eye level with Midoriya Yuina. She probably also knows what she’s talking about. Maybe the shitty fainting mini-steak on the hoof just decided to stand up properly today. Maybe Katsuki and Benio have other shit to think about, like the upcoming tournament, and other shit not to think about, like needing to be fucking saved by a fucking useless quirkless mook and his fucking fainting goat, the biggest joke of the animal kingdom bar none.