I did draw this and I KNOW it’s somewhere but I don’t know where??? @fanwright once brought it up and I might have shown him the sketch… but damn I can’t find the sketchbook because I have so many of them and no idea of when or where I drew it :’D
If I find it, I’ll reblog this and let you know!
I draw that once too, so I’m curious for your take on it.
@courierhawk After finding the old sketch I realized the new one I’d doodled was much better. So um I may have gone overboard (?) but here they are!
Azula: Well, I have a date too.
Sokka: Who is he? What’s his name?
Azula: His name is… not important. What’s important is, he’s better than you, in every single conceivable way.
Sokka: Dammit, Azula! That could be anybody!
My computer got a virus so I typed this via phone and edited it on here in the text post section. Because of this the formatting might be odd and I don’t have a word count. So apologies if this one is shorter or just not up to par with the first chapter.
As ever, Tumblr’s doing its best to destroy the resolution of everything I love, but alas, new artwork!
I designed it especially so I could use it as the background for my Google Chrome Theme. I’m pleased enough with it, it was fun to work with it. Hope you all like it!
Azula: I’ve been in Agni Kai duels but I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules.
Sokka:.. What?
Azula: Is there a point system, or is it.. to the death?
So I just realized I never actually completed a Sokkla chapter fic. I’ve done one shots but no chapter fics.
In her anger, Azula sought to destroy the heart of the spirit energy in the Forgetful Valley. Its guardian afflicts her with a curse that can only be broken by forming a genuine bond with someone.
@moonwatcher13 commissioned some Sokkla! This is the longest single commission I’ve worked on to date.
Interested in helping me keep my car functional? Wanna read about your faves? Then consider a cage-free farm fresh commission!
Almost nothing Sokka had done in the Fire Nation had been
boring. Infiltrating the islands, leading the invasion of the capital, helping
topple a genocidal madman, the coronation and celebrations that had
followed—war was awful, but it wasn’t boring.
Guard duty was boring.
He walked around the little garden house on the palace
grounds, thumbing at the pommel of his sword the whole way. By his count, it
was another quarter-hour before the patrol route would bring the section’s
Kyoshi Warriors back around so he had someone
to talk to. It was very lonely, having the Fire Lord’s unconditional trust.
Being the only one he trusted to manage his sister’s security since she’d been
moved out of that sanitarium. Sokka had agreed with that choice,
personally…until Zuko placed him in charge of her. Not that he wasn’t up to the
task, or had slouched in his new duties, but most of the time he was so out of
his skull with boredom that he almost wished something would happen just to break the monotony. Fortunately, or unfortunately
for his diminished sense of excitement, anyone with something against the
princess had long since been removed from any position to do anything about it.
And then the bell over her door rang.
Sokka’s brow furrowed. She’d never used that bell, not in
the six months since he’d installed it. There had been no need, she was only
supposed to use it if she was in…danger…
Fanwright 