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16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)? oh i am a sucker for friends to lovers because i love obliviousness and i love that 'oh' moment ya know?? i also love enemies to lovers and there was only one bed (i blame elle for this)

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for. i'm never gonna write smut because i just. cannot. so any tropes relating to smut are not gonna happen

25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them! omg sdfjkhsd yes i have. i already have a rough idea of a sequel planned for ehfar and i think about it all the time. i dont wanna spoil too much of it but its gonna go more into detail with zuko and y/n's relationship after the war because you already Know there's going to be problems. but i mostly just think of chapters i still have to write, my brain isnt big enough to go any further

26. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try? YEs so much !! i planned out and wrote 3 other one shots following the events of 'right where you left me' but for some reason ive gotten really in my head about it and theyre just sitting unfinished in the folder bc im too scared to finish and post them lol. im also (as ive already said) really scared of writing for criminal minds more because the fandom scares me and so does writing the characters wrong

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of. im proud of a lot of stuff from ehfar but all of them are like. intense spoilers lol. so this is from the anastasia AU im working on, even though its a sokka/reader pairing, sokka and katara's sibling relationship is also shown a lot because if you didnt know by now, i love them

“Just… go back to sleep.” Sokka opened their shared coin purse and it was all he could do to hold a wince back. He didn’t need Katara worrying about their money situation — he already had too much on his plate. The only thing worse than being poorer than dirt was having to tell her the fact.

Katara was only a year younger than him, but she had a brightness in her eyes that he didn’t want her to lose. His sister annoyed him to no end, but when he heard her laugh or when she bugged him over a trinket she had found in a market stall, when he caught her singing the song their mother had taught him when she thought she was alone, or when she spun stories on the tapestry that was her mind when sleepless nights plagued them both?

It made it all worth it.

Katara was all he had left, one of the last living testimonies to an almost extinct bloodline, and he would do whatever it took to keep her the way he liked her best: alive. Work the shittiest jobs, the longest hours, on the coldest winters to keep her safe.