#tsgwoibar

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YOU TWO ARE DANCING IN A SNOW GLOBE ROUND AND ROUND AND HE KEEPS THE PICTURE OF YOU IN HIS OFFICE DOWNTOWN 😭😭😭😭😭😭

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bc it is taking me forever to finish the last chapter here is a snippet <333

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min i’m reading tsgwoibar (how that’s a long abbreviation) anyway, bro i physically laughed out loud at this

zukos inner monologue: fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fu

ajdbfofhdoddn that line is one of my favourites lmao writing chapter two was so funny just bc i got to make zuko do and say the stupidest shit while he was internally freaking out because he already realized he’s in love with sokka

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part three is up !!!!

Zuko falls in love with Sokka in the Southern Water Tribe. Sokka falls in love with Zuko in the Fire Nation. It spirals from there.

or: (Zuko thinks a lot about blue, words, love, and Sokka // Sokka thinks a lot about red, touch, love, and Zuko)

one: sung me moon-struck

two: kissed me quite insane

three: (i think i made you up inside my head)

45.2k words (completed <3)

written for @ash-and-starlight based off of these 3 pieces of art (1 & 2 & 3) here you go <3 and also written for beloveds @boybff and @smilehoneyy <333333

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[id: black text on a white background reading:

‘Zuko laughs at him in his loose tunic. There are tree leaves in his hair. The red spills from the cup he is holding. Sokka thinks of paintings again, of how Zuko would look on a canvas: his eyes still wonderful in their depth and brilliancy of colour, the drink in his hand deep red and staining his lips. He is all that art is to Sokka. It is not merely that Sokka wants to paint him, draw him, sketch him. Zuko’s beauty is such that art is almost unable to express it. Sokka had dismissed his feelings towards art when he was younger, and only in the past few years has he carefully dipped his toe in the water and realized that there is nothing art cannot express. But in some… strange way, Zuko makes Sokka see things differently, think of them differently. The visible presence of Zuko recreates life in a way that must have been hidden from Sokka before. Unconsciously, Zuko defines the lines of a fresh brush stroke, a brush stroke that is to have in it all the passion of romance that Sokka had not understood before. He sees everything in Zuko, almost. Sokka finds him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleness of certain colours.

Again, as they have many times before, Sokka’s fingers itch to paint him and present the beauty of Zuko to the whole world, but the world might guess it, the world might guess how Zuko makes Sokka feel, and Sokka won’t bare his heart to the world. He does not want his heart to be put under an eyeglass like that, he doesn’t want his feelings to shine for everyone else to see. If he were to paint Zuko in those soft lines of red, there might be too much of Sokka himself in the painting.’

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btw you guys aren’t ready for this

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He did not wait long enough for the waters to still, not when his sister was flailing in the very element that was stored in her heart. Sokka leaped into the river without a moment’s hesitation, back straight like a prize swimmer.

Katara stopped screaming his name long enough to gasp out, “You idiot,” though it sounded as choked and cut-off as though she were crying and not drowning. Toph held Aang back with tears in her eyes, grip strong and pained, pressing her lips thin as she squeezed her eyes shut even though she could not see what was happening in the water. Aang was yelling and trying desperately to free himself from Toph’s grasp, mouth open in a silent scream. And while Suki was still, still, writhing on the floor, fingers inching forward and tears streaking her grime-covered face, Zuko said, “Sokka,” and reached forward to grasp his arm.

“Stay with me,” Sokka said, holding onto his sister. Her eyes were wide and filled with tears, the same blue of the water trying to swallow her whole. “Stay with me, Kat.”

“Please,” Katara whispered, “please just let me go.”

“No.” Sokka breathed in deep, coughing when the water entered his throat. Zuko’s hand was warm against his tattered sleeve, but Sokka did not look his way. “No, you have to stay with me.”

“Please,” said Katara again.

“Kat – Kat, please, stay with me.”

“Let me go,” she said, “let me go. Everyone will be safe.”

you’re welcome <3

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can u talk about ur choice to make zuko play the flute in the stars go waltzing out in blue and red

okay so i know that zuko was actually a tsungi horn prodigy and why i mentioned that but i just wanted him to have this gentle instrument when he feels he is not gentle when he looks down at his hands and does not see them as gentle and i think that the tsungi horn represents iroh and the flute would represent ursa and being able to play an instrument would be so unbecoming and not like the prince ozai wants him to be, but especially such a delicate instrument like a flute that takes precision and carefulness that zuko has never had !! he has never been precise or careful, he is reckless and rash, it is always azula who has been precise but just for this ! just for the simple act of playing the flute zuko can be gentle

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part two is up !!!!!!

Zuko falls in love with Sokka in the Southern Water Tribe. Sokka falls in love with Zuko in the Fire Nation. It spirals from there.

or: (Zuko thinks a lot about blue, words, love, and Sokka // Sokka thinks a lot about red, touch, love, and Zuko)

one: sung me moon-struck / two: kissed me quite insane / three: (i think i made you up inside my head)

37.2k words (atm)

written for @ash-and-starlight based off of these 3 pieces of art (1 & 2 & 3) here you go <3 and also written for beloveds @boybff and @smilehoneyy <333333