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Hello!!! Okay, so I just answered the jewel and the light bulb in a previous answer, so if you're okay with it, I'm going to answer the two I haven't yet. :3
š§ favorite character to write?
You know? I haven't written a ton of fanfiction in my life, BUT! I have written some for Death Note, BBC Sherlock, Kingdom Hearts II and now for Atla. I've had fav characters to write in each case:
Aang (I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OMG)
Sokka (Because I can try to be funny)
Sherlock (I mean, I'm sure I was terrible at it, but it was so fun to try to capture all his eccentricities in writing)
L (Hi, I love eccentric characters)
Axel (because he's a wonderfully smug bastard, and I love him)
š have a quote from a WIP?
Okay, so for some reason I never participate in the WIP tags, man. Mostly because I never have a WIP sitting anywhere. If I'm working on something, I'm rather focused about it. I tend to work on something for the purpose of publishing it very soon.
Uh... oh wow. I just went into my folders and it's like... oh look. There are multiple wips... just sitting there. I'll be damned.
They are ALL Zukaang xD Anyway, have this one. A modern AU where Zuko discovers Aang at a Spoken Word event because Katara loves them, and because Sokka is a giant sound tech nerd.
The room applauded politely as a young man in the back rose to his feet from a table against the far wall next to the stage. At first Zuko couldnāt really make him out in the shadows of the room. He had to squint to follow the dark silhouette outlined against the red lights until he stepped onto the stage with a shy smile.
He thanked the host and stepped up to the mic. He wore a brown bomber jacket featuring red strips that travelled down from his elbows to the ends of the sleeves. It hung open over a loose fitting plain yellow tee. He wore a press cap that cast deep shadows over his eyes. Despite this, his features were unapologetically expressive, arranging themselves in a warm smile out to the floor.
āHey, thanks for having me here tonight.ā His voice was gentle, smooth and sure of itself. He had the confidence of a practiced performer, but he carried himself with grace and ease. His shoulders were relaxed as he set down a couple pieces of paper on the available stand. āIām Aang, and Iām here to perform a bit of spoken word. This is a bit of a personal piece, but I hope itāll leave you with something.ā
Maybe it was the unearthly quiet that descended over the room, maybe it was the low lights, or maybe it was just the effects of the Old Fashioned Zuko was sipping, but time seemed to slow as he watched Aang smile out at the crowd before taking a sip of water and setting the glass down on the chair provided for him. He took a deep breath as the recording of a gentle rhythm on an acoustic guitar began to play over the speakers and stepped up closer to the mic.
