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I commissioned (for quite a good price imo):

These cute Azulaang chibis! They're also transparent so you can drag and drop them onto different backgrounds maybe help me choose a background for them for a new tumblr icon.

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Here's my piece for the Secret Tunnel Big Bang @secrettunnelatla for the story Helter Skelter by @phantomstatistician

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32964619/chapters/81815392

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Azula and Sokka, October 2020 — Art by @varikil

Artist’s blog here

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Saturdays are for Sokkla. 

Artist

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Azula: You’re an idiot.

Sokka: I’m your idiot.

[ Points to betrothal necklace ]

Sokka: Forever!

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Azulaang - Join me

Aang: “What is with these mind games, Azula?”

Azula: “Aren’t you at least bit curious of what I have to offer?”

Aang: “Be done with crime and I just might.”

Azula: “How else is girl like me supposed to get your attention?”

Aang: “I’ve been the one looking for you. You’ve become a danger to yourself, you need help.”

Azula: “Your interests in my well being sound more then professional.”

Aang: “It doesn’t matter how I feel for you.”

Azula: “That’s all that mattered to you since you’ve been chasing me around and whenever I call for you, you come alone. But you never try to fight me or arrest me.”

Aang: “I never want to hurt you nor want to let anyone else hurt you but I can’t let you stop me.”

Azula: “Stop you? Oh no. When I failed to be fire lord myself. I’ve realized then my destiny was not meant to be on the throne per se. So I originally intended to make him the fire lord I tried to be, the one who’s strong and rules with fear and I’d be the fire lord through him. But he’s shown me that he’s nothing compared to you. The avatar. For years, I was told to hate you and stop you at any cost for you for were the thing that stops our divine right to rule this world. But we’ve all completely missed the hint. I remembered that you master all elements, has knowledge and experience of all nations, You managed to defeat my father, the man more powerful then myself, Zuko and even Uncle and siphoned his bending with an unknown but unique and powerful type of bending. I was always taught to alley with the most powerful but who could be more powerful then the avatar? I then decided if Zuzu will not rise and rule with fear, perhaps you will.”

Aang: “My role as the avatar is to bring balance to the world, not enslave it.”

Azula: “I know that I’m the maternal great-granddaughter of the avatar before you. I’ve also learned how ruthless you can be. In the last few weeks, I’ve been having strange feelings and memories. None were my own, but are yours. I can feel the rage inside you. You humiliated my father, stole away from him a part of his identity and left him to die in a fate worse then death. Deep down inside, you and I are the same. You can deny it for a while but I am the source of all your burning desires and you’ll eventually give in. Join with me. Together, we can unite this world and mold it into our utopia. We can dominate the earth.”

Aang: “Only if we restore balance and we help people, not harm them.”

Azula: “With all due respect, that’s not in the cards.”

Aang: “You say you and I are alike, that you can feel the rage in me, well I can feel the good in you. Ozai hasn’t driven it from you fully. You can come with me. We can make a positive difference in the world instead of destroying it.”

Azula: “It’s time to let all things go. The borders. the nations. Let it go. We can rule together, bring a new world order.”

Aang: “Don’t do this Zula, please don’t go down this path.”

Azula: “You don’t know the potential you have. I was a fool to strike you down but now that your here…it gives us a chance. Have you ever wondered why these so called monks sent you to other air temples instead of one of the water tribes as the avatar cycle demands?”

Aang “…”

Azula: “Maybe you’ve always known, you’ve just hid away, always blamed yourself for what ever wrong has been placed on the nomads so that you don’t taint the idealized picture you have for your long-forsaken culture. The elders sought to exploit and use your power for their own nefarious ends and your old friends envied you and longed to see you fail. Your new friends are no different, they seek only to control you and use you to fulfill their wishes and when they no longer need you, they’ll abandon you completely. You choose to be their puppet when the power of your birthright can make you invincible.”

Aang: “Is that how you felt about Mai and Ty Lee?”

Azula: “…”

Aang: “What’d they say to you before they left? That your purpose with them was finished?”

Azula: “(stammers)”

Aang: “What did they say?”

Azula: (gulps, shakes internally) “She…she said…she l…loved Zuko…more then she feared me.”

Aang: “You say that fear is superior but deep down you know the truth.”

Azula: “Don’t try to evade me!”

Aang: “Search your feelings, Zula, I feel the conflict within you, let go of your hate.”

Azula: “I don’t have a choice…”

Aang: “You always have a choice.”

Azula: “Zirin won’t let me off that easily.”

Aang: “Zirin?”

Azula: “The witch who designed the Kemurikage outfits and stealth tactics, my father tasked me to find her and her apprentices and…you know the rest.”

Aang: “What does Zirin have on you? Was she the one who made you kidnap kids?”

Azula: “We made a deal, I break out and let her continue her ‘uprising,’ and she’d assist me and continuing the task my father placed on me on being fire lord, only it’s through Zuzu. When I told Zirin the change of plans, she wasn’t thrilled at first but I convinced her to give it a chance.”

Aang: “You don’t have to listen to her, and you know it.”

Azula: “You don’t understand! Zirin’s titles, 'the witch’ and 'mistress of fear’ aren’t just for show! It was my idea to capture children but I at least kept them safe and secure, as opposed to her suggestions! Her viciousness is nothing you’ve ever seen!”

Aang: “Why would Ozai talk you into working with someone so dangerous?”

Azula: “He told me she was an important part of the uprising.”

Aang: “And you don’t know what the uprising is?”

Azula: “From what I can tell, it must because of my task to carry forth my father’s legacy.”

Aang: “Legacy? If Zirin is as dangerous as you say she is and Ozai’s working with her, then whatever 'legacy’ he has in mind, it can’t be good. I know your better then this, you can face them but you don’t have to do it alone. You and I can face them together.”

Azula: I’m…beyond saving. Your purpose is far greater then mine. To be the one above all. But with me, we’ll be two above all. You must join me…please…“

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*Sokka and Azula come out of the tent*

The gaang at the campfire:

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Sokkla

Another drawing of my fov ship

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Azulaang - Scars

Azula: “So…um…I’m told that you harbor some scars caused by my lightning.”

Aang: “That’s correct.”

Azula: “I don’t know if this is forward but…could I…see…them?”

Aang: “Sure.” (removes his top robes and turns his back toward Azula)

Azula gazes deeply at the scar. Her lip quivered as she mildly flashbacks of the lighting attack she inflicted in the catacombs. With a smile on her face. She shakily reaches the scar, tempting to touch it but declined.

Azula: “Why?”

Aang: “Hmm?” (Turns front toward Azula)

Azula: “How can you even bare to look at me? I did this to you! If it weren’t for miss peasant, you’d be six feet under and the avatar cycle would be toast!”

Aang: “I couldn’t bare to see you suffer the way you did.”

Azula: “Even if though I technically deserve it?”

Aang: “I can’t explain it..”

Azula: “Of course you can! I put you through the most hell out of everyone else! Don’t you tell me it’s ‘the way of the monks.’ Not even they would fight for lost causes! There’s something more there! Spit it out!”

Aang: “I guess when Ozai held you hostage. I began to realize you mean more to me then I expected. I know it’s not an accident that you and I have a spiritual bond due to you being the descendent of the avatar before me. And I’d be the first to tell when you lie because of it, no matter how good you are at it.”

Azula: “I still can’t tell if I should be creeped out or flattered.”

Aang: “Well…the latter does work both ways, if that’ll comfort you.”

Azula: “I wouldn’t be surprised if see our link as a curse and a burden.”

Aang: “I don’t see it that way. It brought me closer, it changed how I view you…how I feel about you.”

Azula: “You can’t mean that. You wouldn’t mean that if the bond didn’t exist.”

Aang: “It’s like I said, I don’t think any of this was accident. I think you’re meant to be the person most special to me. When Roku told me how he was able to marry Ta Min and still be able to master all chakras. He said that Ta Min wasn’t an earthly tether at all but something entirely opposite, he calls this special entity, a beacon of ascension. Zula, I think your meant to be my beacon of ascension.”

Azula: “You think?”

Aang: (briefly closed his eyes and sighed) “I know you are.”

Azula could feel his assurance in that response.

Azula: “Even after I literally scarred you for life, I’m lucky enough to be the avatar’s motivating bimbo.”

Aang: “I think a beacon of ascension is more then that.”

Azula: “Come on. I’ve been stripped of my royal status due to Zuzu being fire lord. I’ve been sentenced to do community service by traveling with you, doing what you say, when you say it, I’m never allowed to leave your side and my fate is in your powerful hands. You were generous enough to let me keep my bending but as far as the worlds concerned, I’m the avatar’s prisoner, with my own chakras mastered, I proved stable enough to be your prisoner instead of remaining institutionalized. My old self would still think of this as a fate worse then death but after what she’s done, I say that’s justice being served. I can also think of ‘other’ benefits to my little prisoner sentence with you.” (smirks devilishly and winks)

Aang: (faces briefly turns red and chuckles nervously) “Right, but with…that…aside, I believe you’ll no longer have to live in my shadow, make a name for yourself and prove to be a unique freelance hero. A role model in your own right.”

Azula: “Always the optimist but I care little what the world thinks of me. I’d rather have no identity then have an identity of a monster. To tell you the truth, not having to be worshipped and forced to serve all worshipers’ expectations is very relieving and relaxing.”

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I found it looking at my old drawings, I don't like this drawing but I'll share it because it's sokkla lol

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Azula: Ugh, my armor is way too tight...

Sokka: Someone mentioned tight?

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Fic-to-Art #7: Gladiator’s Eighth Anniversary // Then…

Another March 26th comes around, and once again I’ve busted my ass making art to celebrate my most spoiled fic’s birthday. The prompt picked by my Patrons this time around was Sokka and Azula’s first encounter, waaaaaay back in chapter TWO! It feels like a thousand years ago and why wouldn’t it? xD it’s been literally eight years since I wrote that scene, no less. Still, it was interesting to return to the roots of the story, to revisit how these two started off, at opposite ends of a war, unquestionable enemies, eager to prove themselves to their respective fathers… it was, however, quite difficult for me to draw them as though they were strangers yet again xD No idea if I actually made that work, honestly, maybe they’re still looking at each other with a little more fondness than intended because I don’t know how to restrain myself xD

Either way, this is the first of two pieces, and it’s also the subject of a rather wild surprise that I’ll be posting later as well. Hope you guys like this one!

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Idk man I feel like, given the opportunity, Azula could probably ramble about Air Nomad history. And sure, at first it will be from a win Ozai's approval angle where it's haha look at the Fire Nation's military might but... Azula's the one Zuko looks to for history. She's Katara's foil and a sponge for information. Azula would enjoy listening to Aang talk about the past.

Now, imagine Aang and Azula getting paired for a history project together...and getting locked in the museum. 😏

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new edit ayyy

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sokkla is such an underrated ship in the atla fandom, and it physically pains me

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For the ATLA ships, could you do Sokkla with "I could never get bored of you"?

Thanks for the ask @disgruntled-welshgirl! I love sokkla a lot, but this is actually the first time I've written something for them! Hope you enjoy!

Send me an ATLA ship and a prompt!

If anyone asked, Sokka couldn’t tell them when it started.

Maybe it was the day Azula first joined Zuko’s council, showing up to the meeting wearing that flowy skirt and midriff baring halter top. He didn’t remember a single topic from that meeting, but he did remember the way beads of sweat ran slowly down Azula’s neck, beneath her top, and across her toned core.

Maybe it was all the arguments they had—both during council meetings, and long after they had ended.

Maybe it was when Azula asked him to spar with her—to prove that he could do more than just run his mouth.

Maybe it was when they drunkenly danced at Zuko’s wedding, both refusing to make eye contact.

Maybe it was when Azula shoved him against the wall outside of the meeting chamber and frantically pressed her lips against his.

Maybe it was when she broke their kiss and demanded that he take her back to his room—a request he granted with a delirious joy.

Maybe it was when she stopped leaving his room before the morning—citing how much better she slept after being thoroughly exhausted by Sokka.

Maybe it was when she let him hold her while she had nightmares.

He looked down at the small princess sleeping soundly beside him. He smiled, his eyes tracing the pattern of his teeth marks against her ivory skin. He knew his own skin looked very similar with scratches, bites, and bruises that marked him as Azula’s.

She stirred beneath his gaze, rolling on her side and letting her long hair splay on the pillow behind her.

Sokka couldn’t help himself when he leaned forward, running a hand softly through her hair and lightly kissing her forehead.

“What time is it, you big oaf?” Azula asked, her voice raspy with sleep.

“Still the middle of the night,” Sokka said quietly. “And I think you meant ridiculously handsome and charming oaf.”

Azula sighed, snuggling in closer to him. Her breath tickled against his chest as she spoke. “Yes, yes. My big, ridiculously handsome, charming oaf.”

“Sorry for waking you, Princess,” Sokka whispered against her hair.

“What’s keeping you up?” she asked, concern apparent in her voice.

“I just like looking at you.”

She didn’t respond with words— she rarely did. Instead, she responded by lightly kissing his chest and she followed her kisses with bites that made heat from her body course through his body and coil below his stomach, despite the warmth, he couldn’t suppress a shiver.

Azula pulled back, replacing her mouth with her hand which lightly traced patterns against his skin, starting with his chest and dropping down until the hand rested against his toned core.

“One day,” she said with a resigned sigh, “you’re going to get bored of looking at me.”

The words almost shattered Sokka’s heart. How could anyone grow bored of looking at her?

“I could never get bored of you,” he said fiercely.

He felt her tense between his arms. This was somewhat unprecedented for them—semi-openly talking about feelings. He brought one of his hands to cup her chin, tilting her head until her eyes met his.

“My mother got so sick of looking at me she ran away and started a new family.”

He leaned forward placing the softest kiss against her lips. Pulling back, he said, “Your mother made a mistake. You are beautiful and strong. Anyone who would get bored of you is an idiot.”

“Maybe you’re the idiot for lo—liking me.”

“Then I’ll be your idiot, princess.”

Azula blinked rapidly, tears tugging at the corners of her eyes. Sokka took her face between his hands, gently wiping the tears before he gave her another kiss.

“Promise me,” Azula said.

“Promise you what?”

“Promise me you’ll be my idiot and won’t grow bored of me?”

“I’ll be your idiot for as long as you’ll have me. And I won’t get bored of you. I promise.”

Sokka punctuated each word with a light kiss and by the time he was done, Azula was giggling beneath his lips.

They were silent for a few moments before Azula spoke. “I want to do so many unspeakable things to you right now, but you woke me from my beauty sleep. So, my handsome, charming idiot, you’ll have to wait until the morning.”

“I would wait for years to let you do unspeakable things to me,” Sokka said with a smirk, before he settled in against her once more.

The last thought Sokka had, before they fell asleep cuddling beneath the full moon, was that he didn’t know when it happened, but he was in love with Azula. And he would wait as long as she needed to tell her so.

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Idk what’s more entertaining; that she called him Socky or that she is a Sukka fan. 

From here on out she’s calling him Socky in all of my Sokkla fics.