#my white whale is going to be that izumi fic bc i lit have ~5 scenes planned BUT NO PLOT

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lmfao @maderilien had given me some numbers from the 'asks for fanfic writers' game, but naturally since i'm bad at tumblr i accidentally deleted the message so i will answer here:

maderilien gave: 5, 7, 9, & 34!!

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

lol i may have only written 4 fics within the past ~6 months, but i have two!

heat waves (sangcheng) - bc i feel like i was able to really inject the feeling of orange into it, which was the entire goal!

hold me like you do, cover me in blue (zukka) - naturally tbh lol bc it was my goal to write it as tender as possible w realistic dialogue between the two, and it seems like i was able to actually do that!! uwu

(hands, knees, please, tangerine is a p good runner up, but for no other reason than the fact that i was sitting on this fic premise for over ten years, and finally FINALLY got to finish it lmaooooooo)

7. What element of writing do you struggle with most?

i think.....action scenes? bc i have little experience writing them beyond for a few marvel fics (which is a little daunting, since the ba sing se fic is going to have some of them lmao)

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?

LAN WANGJI

“but kath you haven’t even written any wangxian fics!” EXACTLY. RELATIVELY STOIC CHARACTERS ARE HARD LOL bc i always go hard for the comic relief characters!!!

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

(lmfao i’m gonna cheat again and put a few down, bc i’m admittedly proud of how i write emotions and dialogue sometimes)

from hold me like you do, cover me in blue -

A skin graft hadn’t been needed; he boarded his ship with still weeping skin, a desecrated scalp, and resolutely dry eyes.

- - -

“It’s not fair,” Sokka murmurs, “that you got to hear mine, and I can’t hear yours.”

from don't go wasting your emotion -

"[...] Of course—” Suddenly, Wei Wuxian straightens, and he affixes a serene smile to his face as he looks over at Huaisang from underneath his lashes. His laugh is convincingly soft, but his grin is a touch too sharp when he lets out a happy sigh.

Huaisang just barely restrains a snort.

from ba sing se wip -

“what’s your favorite color?” sokka asks then. for some reason, his heart thumps a little faster as he looks at the blue spirit’s profile.

they think for a moment, mask turned down to the paper and the nub absently rolling through their fingers, before they finally respond.

orange.

“huh,” sokka says, “i’m pretty sure the only other person i know who likes orange is aang. why orange?”

this time, the blue spirit answers much faster. ginseng.

“like the tea?” sokka quirks an eyebrow. “so that’s your favorite kind?”

no.

from izumi-centric wip that idk when i'll ever develop a plot for lol -

uncle would say that zuko has always been able to identify the tipping points in his path, before he brazenly stepped over them. this feels like one of those moments.

he keeps smoothing his hand over his daughter's hair, but doesn't look down, and instead stares until the red patterns swirl in front of his eyes.

"i heard you," he whispers.

izumi falls asleep, and zuko falls apart.