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Hi friends ! I’m so sorry to pop in here after so long and do something like this , but I need some help ! I need to get my dog registered as an official ESA and get her meds ASAP before moving into my new apartment, but i don’t get paid in time to do this before move-in day ; my commissions are open & i am also taking direct donations to reach this goal by Saturday ! tysm in advance for helping/sharing 💜

CA: $/nycoleatnight | ZEL: @/nycoleatnight

ko-fi page: ko-fi.com/nycolewrites

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hi besties , i am going through a small financial crisis and could use all the help I can get . I am opening my commissions for a small discount (follow this link) until September 7th . I am also accepting direct donations on paypl (shorthairzuko) and venm (@/nycoleatnight) .

Thank you guys in advance for your helppppp

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houston, we have a problem

When he first met Sokka, he wanted to smack him for the arrogance that seemed to emanate from him. Zuko won’t say his confidence wasn’t earned; Sokka and a second-year tech, Teo, are responsible for the development of NASA’s anti-gravity technology (accomplished while still in graduate school). He’d been streamlined through the interview process, aced his space tests with flying colors, and had the added bonus of impressing Piandao enough within a week of working there that the man had hand-written him a recommendation letter when it came time to choose candidates for TUI-84’s mission to explore plant sustainability in different atmospheric conditions. According to Aunt Wu, Director Jeong Jeong had been so shocked at Piandao’s interference that he hadn’t even bothered considering other technicians. He was one of the youngest first-year candidates NASA had ever considered for a space mission to actually get the job. - Sokka is the youngest space engineer to be sent to outer space. Zuko is the ground control member assigned to track him. Falling in love wasn't part of the mission, but it happened anyway.

my contribution for this years @zukkanovels !

read here | full novel | ko-fi (commissions open)

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3...2...1... WE HAVE LIFT OFF!

Zukka in space is finally here! The route to the finish line was bumpy, but we managed and I'm once again beyond excited and grateful for everyone's hard work and interest. Even those who unfortunately had to leave early. 💖

This year's merch is a little different. It'll be on pre-order until September 1st and fund the shipping costs for participants. Anything extra goes towards material cost. Everything's made and printed at home, including the lanyards, which are all individually crocheted.

THE ZINE IS STILL 100% FREE! DOWNLOAD HERE PRE-ORDER YOUR MERCH HERE (4€ + shipping)

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can i get your permission to lay underneath ya?

“You think you’re real clever, Miya,” Kiyoomi whispers in his ear. “Trying to make me jealous, today, being a little attention whore by hanging all over Shouyou.” Kiyoomi strokes him slowly through his shorts, removing his hand completely when Atsumu tries to arch into the touch. “Ah, ah. Brats don’t get what they want.” Using the hand still in Atsumu’s hair, Kiyoomi turns the blonde around so they’re face to face. Kiyoomi’s eyes are dark and hungry. Atsumu can’t wait to get eaten. 

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while out on a mission, suguru gets injured. what direction will satoru’s reaction take their ‘friendship’ in?

wc: 1.6k | warning for vague injury details

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Muichiro only has two moods.

Kofi / Patreon

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Scene redraw :D

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⚠️haikyuu movie spoilers

collection of doodles after watching the movie

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it’s been more than a month but i finally remembered that @chiptrillino tagged me in the last line challenge so here u go!

carefully drawing every single gray hair on their beards to distract myself from the fact that i intend to draw Several Sceneries

tagging hmmm @erisenyo @marriedzukka @chitsangenthusiast @faux-fires if u feel so inclined u3u

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When Shouyou opens his eyes, he can’t help but smile even though all that’s left in his partner’s wake is a small notecard and a singular white orchid. He wants Atsumu to be there instead, but the gesture is too sweet for him to be incredibly upset. He picks up the notecard, careful to not let the flower fall on the floor, and chuckles at what he reads. Morning Shou! Sorry for leaving without saying bye, but Osamu called me in a complete panic this morning about an emergency at the shop, and being the good brother I am, I couldn’t let him suffer. I made breakfast and left a protein smoothie for you in the fridge. See you at the practice facility - Love you! xo

pairing: atsumu miya x hinata shouyou w.c.: 2.7k prompt: marriage proposal

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to know him is to know my heart

The Nekoma Volleyball Team finds out that Yaku’s been hiding something (they think is) pretty big from them. Will their line of questioning get them the answers they want, or push Yaku away? And what does this mean for Yaku’s secret partner?

pairing: nishinoya yuu/morisuke yaku WC: 2.6k tropes: secret relationship; hurt/comfort; reassurance

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i'm going to delete this fucking document before i finish writing it so have what was supposed to be the intro to my pirate!zukka fic that is giving me a headache; as a treat 🥰

Everything starts on a random, unassuming, and sunny Thursday afternoon. 

He’s strolling through Caldera, hood securely pulled up over his head to avoid recognition, both by the guards who are undoubtedly looking for him and the citizens of the town. He’s supposed to be in the palace square, there’s a hanging scheduled for today, but Zuko’s never been very interested in the…fanfare of it all. The announcement of all the crimes committed, the rich and snooty cheering along as his fa—Ozai reads about their crimes and eggs the crowd on with his propensity for dramatics, the executioner lazily sharpening his axe or checking the knots on the rope—whichever form of death Lord Ozai had decided would be more befitting for that particular pirate on that particular day. 

It makes Zuko’s stomach turn, all of it, and so instead of fulfilling his duty as the future Lord of Caldera, he’s sneaking around the city in hopes of killing enough time that he won’t be back until well after the sun has gone down and the fanfare is over and he can avoid his father long enough to return to the duties he cares about doing. Like leading training for the soldiers or listening to the troubles of the town’s residents.

Or, if he’s feeling dangerous, fantasize about sailing the open—

He doesn’t get a chance to finish that thought as something—no, someone knocks him on his ass.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, dude.” Zuko feels his hood slip off of his head as he falls, which is almost immediately followed by low gasps and whispers around the market’s main square. He winces as he shifts on his ass, jumping back in surprise as a scarred and tan hand shoots into view. Even knowing who he is, most people wouldn’t give a second thought to helping him get off the ground, instead simply choosing to skirt around him and duck their heads lest Zuko summons his dad to make them suffer the consequences of Zuko’s own free will and clumsiness. No, he’s not bitter about it, thank you very much.

Anyway, back to his current situation. 

In front of him is an outstretched hand, and when he follows the hand up to see who it belongs to, he can’t see their face with the sun’s rays creating a halo around their head. “I promise I don’t have scurvy or anything, dude.” Zuko feel a flush spread across his cheeks, not realizing how much time has gone by, as he reaches out to grab the stranger’s hand. Since Zuko is having the worst luck of his life today, the moment he’s standing in an upright position he trips over his own feet and topples forward into the strangers chest. Zuko feels his flush deepend as the stranger catches him around the waist, causing more muttering to break out around the town square.

Azula is definitely cackling about this somewhere.

Zuko hates that he really, kinda deserves it.

When he finally musters up the courage to look up and thank the stranger—y’know, because he’s a decent human being—the words get caught in his throat. The stranger is a very handsome, yet very unassuming individual, despite his stature. He’s wearing a simple deep blue tunic that does nothing to hide the myriad of tiny scars that are littered across his collarbone and chest. He’s wearing tiny silver hoops in his ears that give off a slight glint in the sunlight, and his hair is shorn close to the scalp from his forehead down. His eyes are a beautifully deep shade of brown, that Zuko has to stop himself from drowning in.

The image of a halo around this guy’s head seems fitting in this moment, because Zuko’s almost positive he’s an angel. The stranger chuckles. “Thanks. Most people call me Sokka, though.” Oh no, he’d said that out loud. “Yeah, dude, sorry.”

Oh no.

Zuko quickly straightens his posture, using his free hand to dust off his robes. The guy—Sokka—hasn’t quite let go of his hand yet, and though it’s slightly awkward for a first meeting, he can’t say he minds the contact. Zuko clears his throat before responding, “My apologies, I am usually not so out of it.”

Sokka’s reply has an air of confidence latched onto it. “So, you’re saying I’m special.” Zuko takes a moment to answer. He takes in the broad, strong shoulders and soft way Sokka’s eyelashes splay across his cheeks when he blinks and the scar that trails from under his left eye in a diagonal down to his chin and possibly his neck. He takes in deep freckles and deep brown eyes and Zuko can’t help but be swept away.

“We just met,” Zuko replies. “I do not yet know if you deserve that title.” When Sokka smiles in response, it only serves to solidify Zuko’s thoughts. He doesn’t think he’s ever been taken quite so quickly with someone he just met. On a whim, Zuko lightly squeezes Sokka’s hand where it’s still in his grasp.

“Yet?” Sokka’s grin widens, showing off a dimple in his left cheek. Zuko wants to kiss it. “So, you wanna see me again?” 

Unfortunately, they’re knocked into by a group of kids who are likely rushing to spend their weekly allowances on dried candy and poppers. Shaken out of their bubble, Zuko takes in the side glances and whispers of those who witnessed the exchange and internally winces. He cannot let this get back to his father.

“I’m afraid I’m in a bit of a hurry. Duty calls.” Zuko ignores the way Sokka’s eyes seem to land on the royal crest that’s embroidered into his collar where his cloak has slipped off his shoulders. Damn Ozai for branding essentially all his clothing. In a moment of boldness, he asks, “Are you from around here?” For a moment, Sokka doesn’t answer, and Zuko takes the time to mentally berate himself from acting like an idiotic teenager with their first crush.

“Not exactly,” is what comes out of Sokka’s mouth when he finally replies. There’s a glint in his eyes as he answers, something Zuko isn’t quite sure he’s understanding the meaning behind, but he ultimately decides to ignore it. “Tonight’s my last night in town. Y’know, duty calls.” He says, resting his hand lightly on the sword at his hip that Zuko had honestly failed to notice. It feels like an inside joke, the way Sokka smirks as he completes the action, but Zuko also chooses to ignore that. His father would be having a conniption if he could see how comfortable he was acting with a complete and total stranger. With a pirate. “How about you meet me at Aunt Wu’s later tonight? It’ll be my treat.”

There are shouts coming from down the street, and when Zuko turns around he can see the unmistakable figures of his father’s guards marching their way down the street in his direction. Inwardly he curses himself for getting too comfortable, forgetting that he’s literally next in line to be Lord of Caldera and yet here he is holding hands and openly flirting with a lowly commoner. He goes to turn back towards where Sokka has gone quiet behind him, but is stopped in his tracks when the man in question steps into Zuko’s space and places his lips behind the shell of Zuko’s ear.

“Sorry to cut this short, darling, but that’s my cue. Meet me at seven.” The way Sokka’s breath hits his skin gives him goosebumps, and he just barely stops himself from shivering in response. “Don’t keep me waiting, my lord, otherwise you might hurt my feelings.” And just like that, the pressure of another body along his back is gone, and when Zuko turns around to respond, Sokka is already gone, lost in the crowd of blues and browns and reds. He sighs, barely hiding his annoyance when the guards stomp up behind him.

He turns, doing his best to put the most bored expression he can manage on his face. “Did the high and mighty Fire Lord run out of executions to hand out and finally realize I was missing?” When the guards don’t respond, simply part and turn back in the direction of the palace, Zuko sighs again as he begins the trek back to what he knows is going to be an earful of bullshit.

He feels deep brown eyes on his back the entire walk back.

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[I.D. IN ALT TEXT]

Hello, everyone!

So I am currently in between jobs, and while I was lucky enough to get hired into my dream job, I have about two (2) weeks until I can start that job, and would love to supplement my own income in the meantime. I know that writing commissions are not as popular or conventional as art commissions, but I don't have a single artistic bone in my body so this is what I'm working with, lol.

All guidelines/need to knows are in the about banners, but here are a couple extra points I'd like to add (I will add a read more so this doesn't get too long).

Despite what my "will write" list says, I do reserve the right to turn down fics that I may not feel a) confident in, or b) comfortable with. It is not something that you should take personally.

I will write for fandoms I'm not a part of, but there will be an additional $5 fee for any research required on my behalf about characterization, plot, etc.

The same point above goes for any AU that requires extensive research on the idea/universe you want it to be set in, whether that be a crossover/fusion fic or an original idea. This is something that can be discussed during the booking process.

If commissions aren't your jam, and you would just like to support/help me, I do have a ko-fi and pay/pal

Examples of my writing can be found here.

All of this information will be posted both on this page and my fandom page (longhairsokka) by clicking on "commissions" tab. Thank you for reading/sharing/supporting me. I love you all 💞

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pairing: zukka | chapters: 1/2

word count: 7.4k | for @zukkaweek prompt: second chances

She laughs at his antics as she says, “Ready to go?”

Zuko thinks about snowdrifts, penguin sledding, and bonfires. About strong arms, whispered secrets in the middle of the ocean, and deep blue eyes that sit on a handsome, freckled face. Something in him pulls, it both aches and comforts him, and he knows this is something that’s long overdue. He ignores the part of his brain that tells him he isn’t wanted, despite Chief Hakoda’s words. When Katara raises an eyebrow at his pause, he forces himself to relax and plasters a smile on his face.

“Absolutely,” he breathes out.

or: sokka is taking over for his father as chief. in a last ditch effort to get their heads out of their asses, katara & hakoda have convinced zuko to come down for his swearing in. they didn’t account for sokka and zuko’s absolute stupidity.

for: @grossgirl

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unconventional, yet not unwanted

pairing: zukka prompt: day 3 (secret identity) and day 6 (royalty) for @zukkaweek  word count: 3.4k 

summary: 

Today, when Zuko enters his forgotten garden, there is someone already sitting there. Someone who is trying, and failing, to garner the duckling’s attention.

“Come on, little ducky, please?” Zuko hears the voice before he sees him, and when he peaks around the corner he almost laughs at the sight. The intruder (guy?) looks to be about his age with a sharp jawline and intense blue eyes that are narrowed in concentration. The sides of his head are shorn, and what hair he does have is littered with beads and braids. He’s wearing mostly-plain robes that consist solely of shades of blue with wave patterns embroidered into the hems.

Ah, so he’s from the Imiq royal procession. Wonderful.

or: zuko is set to marry the son of King Hakoda, tying the Imiq and Taiyō kingdoms together. how will his resolve hold when he meets a stranger trying (and failing) to befriend his mother's ducks

for: @bisexuallsokka