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zukaangweek · 24 days
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Are you excited for Zukaang Week? So are we!
But first, we're holding an interest check survey, which will be open from April 3 to April 16. The dates for Zukaang Week 2024 are still TBD, and the results from the interest check will help us plan - the more responses we get, the better!
Take the survey HERE
If you have any questions or suggestions, just send us an ask!
Please reblog to spread the word 💛❤️
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gotticalavera · 9 months
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Day 2: Firebending Masters | Dancing
The Dancing Dragon is among my favorite dance duets in animation. So I decided to reference another dance duet that I also love... Let's call it a reference~💖
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tachiha3 · 9 months
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the sun and the sky.
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@zukaangweek day 1 : opposites attract/parallels
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veggiesforpresident · 9 months
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@zukaangweek day 3 - daydreams
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zukkang week 2022  — day 4: “moments that aang saved zuko” (hosted by @zukaangweek​​)
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god-of-dust · 9 months
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@zukaangweek, day 1
opposites attract / parallels
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airbender07 · 2 years
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Zukaang Week: Tattoos/Breath Of Fire
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praetorqueenreyna · 2 years
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If I told you this was only gonna hurt If I warned you that the fire's gonna burn Would you walk in? Would you let me do it first? Do it all in the name of love Would you let me lead you even when you're blind? In the darkness, in the middle of the night In the silence, when there's no one by your side Would you call in the name of love?
For Zukaang Week Day 4: Faces (or in this case, Lack of Faces)
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shifuaang · 2 years
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@zukaangweek, Day 2 - Injury/Restraint
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lady-tortilla-chip · 2 years
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“I didn’t think you’d care to remember.”
Zuko immediately knows what the Avatar is referring to and feels guilt steep further into his soul. Yet another way he’d already proved himself untrustworthy.
Silence sticks like sweat between them, uncomfortable.
“I didn’t want to.” He answers, because that’s honest. Perhaps it’s the wrong thing to say but it’s the only truthful thing to say. He had wanted to forget. To distort the memory into something misty and worthless like the sense of love he’d been certain he’d once gotten from his father.
It didn’t. Couldn’t.
The boy in the tree remained a presence in his chest. Closer to his heart than anyone but his mother had managed to reach. With those soft words and an even softer expression, he remained. The quiet little question suggesting so much possibility. It was too much then. Now though it somehow feels like not enough. Like Aang could offer him the promise of complete redemption and it would never be enough for everything he’s done wrong.
He was beautiful then and somehow even more so now. With the anger — because that’s what it is he can see that now — crackling so clearly under his skin and the firelight dancing in his eyes. He is beautiful.
“Why?” He asks, voice maintaining neutrality instead of shifting into accusatory like Zuko expected.
“Because I was afraid.”
Read the rest here! @zukaangweek, Day 1: Blue Spirit/Surrender
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zukaangweek · 1 month
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There have been a few asks on whether we are having Zukaang Week this year, and we are here to officially say Yes! We are!
It is being hosted by three new mods this year, @chocomd (@theavatarandthefirelord), @convertedzukaang , and @woodlaflababab and we already have a rough-draft plan and schedule hashed!
Before things fully kick off, we will be reblogging the entries from last year as a refresher to kickstart our celebration. If you made something and it didn't get reblogged, feel free to self reblog and tag us so we can make sure you're getting the recognition you deserve ♡
We're super excited to help host this year! We'll make more update posts soon, so stay tuned!
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gotticalavera · 9 months
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[‼️ Warning: content with blood and light violence ‼️]
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Day 5: Avatar State + Uncontrolled
You have no idea how excited I am to post this!!!
It's an idea I've had for quite some time and I can finally post something about it.
I'm still working on the fanfic (it barely has a chapter), but I just wanted to show a little bit of this AU.
A What if...? Where Azula's lightning didn't kill Aang, but instead released an Uncontrollable Avatar State
I decided not to put it in the fanfic collections in the week, because it participates in another dynamic and is not completely Zukaang
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tachiha3 · 9 months
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It's here ya'll!! The english version of 'ishq saccha wahin jisko milti nhi manzilein'.
@zukaangweek day 5 - avatar state/uncontrolled
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veggiesforpresident · 9 months
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zukaang week 2023 - day 6 - facial marks
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zukkang week 2022  — day 2: (matching) injuries/restraint (hosted by @zukaangweek​)
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god-of-dust · 9 months
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@zukaangweek day 3: daydreams / desires
Read on Ao3
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Royalty suits you.
You look gorgeous in formal robes—spine held straight, chin high, voice unwavering. Power pours out from you. Gone are the days of awkward uncertainty at the beginning of your reign; now, you hold the entire Fire Nation in your palm and command it as if it's second nature.
Powerful, yes, and also gentle. You took care to smooth your harsher edges, knowing that your people needed a softer touch to guide them and recover from the war.
Reparations are being made. We sat at many tables with those your predecessors stripped of dignity, lands and life, and I helped you wade through the guilt and the suffering to turn them into loving actions.
We're sitting at one of those tables now. You talk, and you listen, and you make your proposal and make your decisions, and you fool everyone into thinking that your mind isn't straying—but I see you.
We're playing with fire.
I see the questioning heat in your brief glances. I see the hesitation when our skins touch, the magnetic force that pulls us together too potent to be broken without that small, almost imperceptible hitch in your breath. A fleeting, casual touch, then it's gone. You wait for an excuse to touch again.
I don't need to wait, because I know that I'll offer one soon.
We're sitting at the table, polite and focused. We're also sitting with the knowledge that soon it will be over, and we'll retire to your room to compare notes, alone and undisturbed. I wonder how daring you will be today, if perhaps you will break and finally ask.
Meanwhile, I enjoy your shyness. You're usually not one to keep your thoughts to yourself, throwing yourself head first in every battle that earns your attention. With your love, you're careful. So convinced that your role envelops the entirety of who you are; so convinced that, with that role, a certain mannerism will always be expected of you, that in no occasion the crown can be put down—forgetting that, to me, you'll forever be Zuko.
The day has ended. I follow you into the sanctuary of your private space; alone at last.
Tea is poured by your magical hands, the brew just right. You see my smile and a smudge of color rises to your cheeks, but you hold my gaze and smile too. Still not asking.
You've been looking at me for weeks that have already turned into months.
What makes you believe that you have to hide your desires? To keep them leashed, waiting for a sign that allows you to let go?
My beloved Zuko, you're not a Lord behind these closed doors.
Perhaps I'm being cruel to you by denying your not-so-hidden question. Perhaps you do need my hand to remove that crown for you, to place it with care on your nightstand as I lead you to bed.
Perhaps I, too, need the release of this tension. As sweet as its taste might be, it also brings an ache that pulls at my core to be satisfied. Our bodies have been yearning to meet for a long time, after all, and the intensity of your gaze on me carries through our dreams.
Have you forgotten that our dreams are shared? That when you wake up breathless and grasping at your covers, wishing to find me there in the flesh as your pleasure overflows, I feel it with you?
I don't believe you have. You know it perfectly well, and you let that knowledge hang between us—careful, too careful, tip-toeing and taming your fire.
I reach out to you, caress your wrist with my fingertips. I cherish your tremble, the spike in your pulse.
“Aang?” you say. Uncertain, hopeful, beautiful. Golden eyes fixed on the point of contact between our bodies.
“I want you.”
A heartbeat, and your walls crash down.
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