“Talent, Honor, Discipline, and pretty pictures!.”
-Fiora, the Grand Duelist (League of Legends)
Jet didn’t make the cut for this picture because Azula makes a better ‘talent’ than him :< sorry, Jet.
I made Azula’s sword more rapier type instead of jian is because I personally thought it suited her :’) it’s made for thrusting, lighter than most swords, and can penetrate in between armor plates.
Now, time to finish the 6 other pending pictures x__x
my bitty contribution to the sokkla fandom. thank you for reading my unedited garbage.
She dragged a single chipped nail underneath a golden
stitch, and tugged at it. It popped out of the seams.Mother loved her cushions.
They were propped on the seating area by the
window. The window had a beautiful view of the garden. Zuzu held that room with
a lot of sentimental value. They would play there together while mother, over
her delicate, refined embroidery, glanced up and watched them.They played everything from tag, to building towers out of
wooden blocks, to sword fights in imaginary worlds. Even back then—he was the
servant. She played the king.After mother left, father occupied that room. He shut the
doors. No one played there. And the two of them were ushered away to their
lessons, admonishments and into the refined culture of fire and etiquette that
fit the throne.She plucked out another stitching from the botched bird.
Now Zuzu, with his ever-mournful, dull mind,
gazes out into mother’s garden and mooned over his devastated family and his
insane little sister.She ripped out the cloth, bearing fleshy cotton and dug
her fingers through the ripped fabric and pulled out a fistful of cotton.Mai, no the traitor,
she corrected, laces her arms around his shoulders. Zuzu would take her hand and sigh.They share a long moment. They wish things were different.
Then—she rolled her eyes—they talk about visiting her
with flowers. The traitor wouldn’t, she’d say she wasn’t ready to face her. Zuzu would though. He brought his
wretched flowers and she always burned them to the petals.Like mother would do to father before she escaped his
clutches.And the traitor would lean over and whisper into his ear
with pity and romance him with her words of consolation for his loss. His loss and not hers. Her castle, her
castle—now ridden with filth—with Zuzu
and his friends who—“You’ve got a really scary look,” he said.
And just like that—the world crackled back into her little
furnished “cellar.”Ah yes, the water-tribe boy, who’s mouth ran like a leaky
tap of irrefutable nonsense, punctuated by spurts of sense, followed by disappointing, annoying drips.
The faucet was broken, she added.
Azula: Want to kiss again?
Zuko: *screaming*
Katara: What? What’s wrong?
Sokka: You look like Azula.
Katara: *yells*
Zuko: Why are you screaming?
Katara: You look like Sokka.
Sokka: *screaming*
Azula: *yells*
Zuko and Katara: *both yelling and screaming*
Azula: Well, I won’t!
Sokka: Well, good.
Azula: Great!!
Sokka: Fantastic!!!!
Azula: SUPER!!!!
Sokka: AWESOME!!!!!
Azula: *screams*
Sokka: *screams*
Zuko: What the fuck is wrong with those people?
Azula: I talked to the perfect person today.
Zuko: What were they like?
Azula: Dark brown hair, beautiful eyes, smart as hell, good looking, has weird sense of humour, charismatic also the best at everything.
Zuko: Sokka?
Azula:
Azula: I was about to say ‘me’, but yes, he is.
Maybe people haven’t realized this, but Sokkla works perfectly just like Zutara.
If. They. Just. Got. A chance.
Bryke should’ve paired the fire/water sibs.
I couldn’t quite help myself, so sue me (?)
okay please don’t, I can’t afford a lawsuitThe universe demanded that I made the connection between ATLA and the Olympics, but it brought me to it in a very unexpected way. I’m already used to Google’s knack for sending weird news to my phone, but I discovered it can still impress me when it sent me this particular article.
… Naturally I was utterly confused over why my phone would expect that to interest me, but out of morbid curiosity, I guess, I clicked it and had a good laugh over the whole thing. Soon enough I was thinking “It’s not like they’re my hornball OTP, no way every single athlete would possibly need so many…”
And that’s when I did a double take. My OTP… in the Olympics?!
And of course my brain blew up. The result of that mental explosion will be the 7-parter story that I’ll be publishing for the next challenge of the Sokkla Saturdays, a story I couldn’t be more excited about even if I tried. I guess I should have held back the cover for Saturday too xD but I couldn’t help myself. So you get it a few days early so that you know what to expect and, hopefully, get as hyped as I am!
As you can see, this is my take on the Avatar: the Last Airbender’s version of the Olympics, organized by the White Lotus. Hence, the black circle is for the White Lotus, the others speak for themselves xD each competitor has a headband that distinguishes whether they’re benders (white headband) or non-benders (black headband), and at the center of the headband they have different colors as to identify which nation they hail from. There’s teams for each nation, even for the Air Nomads despite Aang is the only actual representative of their team (but as he’s the Avatar he gets to participate in more events than anyone else, so don’t feel too sorry for him xD). Zuko doesn’t get to join in because he’s a Head of State, same as Hakoda, Arnook and Kuei. And as can be understood, I hope, Kuei is very much hellbent on the success of the Earth Kingdom in this major event xD
Also, Mai doesn’t like the Fire Nation’s uniform, especially the headband, so she refuses to wear it, period xD Everyone’s a bit older here, though I’m to sure if it’s apparent, but they are supposed to be.
Well, I hope you all like the fanart and that you enjoy the story in a couple of days, once I post it! And if you’re interested in them, enjoy the Olympics too xD
(curse Tumblr’s crappy resolution, click the image to see it properly, I guess .___.)
This was given to me from @seyaryminamoto who’s Hogwarts AU I piggy packed off of.
Original
My First little spin offAfter being turned into a pig more than once by her boyfriend’s sister, Suki was out for revenge. It didn’t matter that she’d been a cute pig, or that she kinda liked the way that Zuko’d scratch her back. She’d had enough of it.
“Don’t do anything stupid.” Zuko reminded her as they swept though the hall way, cloaks flittering behind them. “This is Azula we’re talking about.”
“I’m not afraid of your sister.”
“Well I am!” he croaked. “I think I have enough fear for the both of us.”
“Just trust me.” She reached out for his hand, moving them both to a stop as they hunkered behind a large pillar in the courtyard. Zuko replied with a an unhappy groan as he looked at his sister and Sokka making out in a bench in the courtyard. He knew for a fact that she’s been told not to do that anymore but both teachers and prefects. The least of his worries is that he didn’t want to see his sister with a guy who was his friend.
Suki’s sentiment was a bit different. She smiled maniacally as she reached into the pocket that she kept her wand, placing her fingers firmly around it.
“Adhaestat.” She hissed quietly, waving her want in the direction of the kissing couple. Zuko allowed himself to smirk, watching his sister and Sokka.
In the middle of their kiss they tried to pull away from one another, to catch a breath, to adjust themselves, something. However when they tried to they were unable to move. It was as if the pieces of skin that were touching were unable to pull apart. Their eyes popped open, panic in their faces as they tried again and again to pull away. Azula, apparently knowing of the hex that had been put on her tried to reach for her wand. But her hands were stuck to Sokka, one on his lap, the other on the side of his neck.
Her face tightened in anger, Sokka looking worried at their state. He started to panic, not being able to pull away from her and only making the situation worse with his pulling and attempted flailing. Azula was only getting angrier, tying to express to him to calm down but not getting very far with their tongues stuck to one another.
Suki and Zuko had seen enough, and were back to the Gryffindor common room before Flitwick was able to come to the rescue and dis-connect the other couple. Just as Sokka and Azula were making agreements not to kiss for at least a week Zuko and Suki fell into the lush red sofa with an embrace and a giggle.
Sokka: Substitue fire-bending instructor.
Azula: Accident prone spear-chucker.
Sokka: Asthmatic dragon.
Azula: Masochistic polar-dog.
Sokka: Submissive little daddy’s girl.
Azula: Effeminate sissy boy.
Sokka: Stuck-up attention hog!
Azula: Bender-less fifth-wheel!
Sokka: *gasps* You boil-dripping, beef-brained, barf-sniffing bubble butt!
Azula: *gasps* You slug-slimed, scab-picked, pimple-squeezing finger bandage!
Sokka: Floppy, grease-covered, mucus-munching, sea-hag!
Azula: Hairless, maggot-ridden, ca-ca covered, hog-monkey!
Sokka: Lying, crying, spying, prying ultra-bitch!
Azula: Lewd, crude, rude, man-whore prude-dude!
Toph: Oh, get a room already you two! Hey, what’s wrong with you, Zuko?
Zuko: Nothing, just… a bit of deja vu?
Saturnalia – Sokkla Movie Poster.
For @clarielparke. Sokkla with hints of Zucest.
Check out the story on FanFiction. Click here to read more or click here for its companion piece “Saturnalia: Behind the Scenes”.
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