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caramiyuki · 29 days

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my father is the worst man alive and i am his favorite daughter

#azula #princess azula #azula atla #fire lord ozai #fuck ozai #avatar the last airbender #atla #art

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caramiyuki · 1 month

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how aang changed them

#aang #my boy #he is so good #atla #avatar the last airbender

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caramiyuki · 1 month

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#suki #no further questions #she whooped Sokka’s ass #she learned chi blocking from Ty Lee #Mai’s knives would get eaten up by her fans #avatar the last airbender #atla #atla suki #sokka

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caramiyuki · 1 month

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Mal's Avatar: The Last Airbender rewatch: Zuko Alone 2.07

#prince zuko #he is so baby #avatar the last airbender #atla #zuko #I am ready for my lesson #Zuko as a teacher or mentor is top tier

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caramiyuki · 1 month

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Felt like drawing some silly cats :)

#two of my favorite things #atla #and cats #Katara #Toph #just girly things #biting each other #atla girls #besties

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caramiyuki · 1 month

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FEAR

#princess azula #azula #atla #avatar the last airbender #azula atla

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caramiyuki · 1 month

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Hi everyone! I am going to be reuploading Unclouded Eyes on AO3! The first three chapters are back up.

I know it’s been awhile so here is a little reminder of where chapter three leaves us in the story:

Toph kept her head down in an effort to avoid being stopped as she made her way to the back wall of the party, disappearing behind the huge curtains that separated the main room from the rest of the sprawling property. She walked up the steps of a grand staircase silently but could feel Sokka trailing behind her as she led him out into an open courtyard. The stars were visible above them and a cool breeze blew through the sleeves of her dress.

Sokka took in the sight of her for a moment, looking so different now than she had the countless other times he had seen her standing in the moonlight. He forced his eyes away from her when he realized he had been looking too long. It wasn’t like she would catch him staring but he felt strange observing her. Toph hoped he would be the first to speak but after a moment of silence she opened her mouth. “What is it?”

Sokka looked down at the cobblestone beneath his feet. “Did I do something to upset you?”

His voice held none of his characteristic lightness or comedy, his trademark quips nowhere to be found. Toph scratched her head in a nervous gesture then stopped when she realized she might mess up the intricate hairstyle her servants had spent their time on. Sokka looked back up at her in anticipation. “It’s nothing.” Toph answered, turning away from him as if she was going to go back inside.

Sokka reached for her wrist and pulled her back towards him, emotion welling up inside of him. “It’s not nothing, Toph. Please,” his voice was filled with pain, “tell me what’s going on. You’re treating me like you don’t know me.” The watertribe man was embarrassed by the catch in his voice. He didn’t realize how deeply this hurt and was glad that Toph couldn’t see him. “You have barely said two words to me and you’re going out of your way not to spend time with me. You’re at this banquet with some guy that you see all the time when I haven’t seen you in eleven months. I can tell you don’t even want to be up here with me now. What did I do?”

Toph was surprised by his display of emotion. She hadn’t meant for him to feel neglected or uncared for, but it was difficult to be near him again after months apart. She thought she was over her stupid crush but as soon as she was in his proximity again...it was overwhelming to realize how much she still cared for him. “You didn’t do anything.” she responded, hoping he wouldn’t push the subject.

It was a foolish hope obviously because the man continued questioning her.

“Then what is it? I have missed you so much.” Sokka’s voice was so earnest that Toph tried to pull away from him. It was too much hearing these words and feeling his touch against her skin. Sokka wrapped his hands gently around her arms, holding her in place. “Talk to me.” he demanded.

More angst under the cut!

Maybe it was the sadness in his voice or maybe it was the sensory overload that accompanied being held by the man she cared for so intensely, but before she could stop herself the words were tumbling out of her mouth. “I have feelings for you. More than friendship kind of feelings. And I’ve had them since I was twelve and I thought they would go away but it’s been years and they just get worse.”

Sokka’s mouth fell open, but no words came out as he stared at the girl he had grown up with. His grip on her arms loosened and his hands fell to his sides. That was the last thing he expected to hear from her.

“What?” he asked even though there was no mistaking what she had said. Here she was, standing before him so vulnerable and beautiful, and he was more confused than he had ever been in his life.

He was supposed to be the idea guy so how was it possible that he hadn’t the faintest idea she cared for him in this way? Her pale eyes were full of hope and Sokka could barely meet them. She was only eighteen. He had known her since she was a child. He couldn’t do this, couldn’t violate their friendship. He felt so guilty for the ways he had looked at her tonight, guilty that he was even considering this in his mind. A strand of her black hair had fallen into her face and Sokka reached forward to push it behind her ear, fingers lingering on her cheek for a moment too long. Toph’s eyes closed, and he panicked when he realized she thought he was going to kiss her.

“Toph, I- I can’t.”

Her eyes shot back open, and she stumbled away from his touch, redness flooding into her cheeks. He tried to reach for her, but she jerked away from his hands, emotion clear on her face. Toph had never felt this exposed to anyone in her life and he had rejected her. She was humiliated and the feeling only grew when she felt the tears welling up in her eyes. She turned away from Sokka, but he had already seen one fall down her face. “Please understand. I care about you deeply and-”

“It’s fine.” Toph interrupted him, wiping the hot tears away from her face as quickly as she could.

Sokka knew that it wasn’t. He could see the way her shoulders shook as she tried not to cry. He wanted more than anything to take this pain away, to soothe her somehow. He placed his hand on her back and rubbed one small circle before she leaned away from his touch. “You mean so much to me and I -” he began but she cut him off with a forced laugh.

“Seriously, you don’t need to do that.” Toph tried her hardest to seem unaffected even as her heart shattered into a thousand pieces. “Just- Just forget I ever said anything. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Her back was still turned to him as she wiped her remaining tears, lifting her head up and standing tall when she was satisfied there was no remaining evidence of her despair. Sokka wanted to say something, anything, to comfort his friend but he knew whatever words he could come up with would be wrong. She spoke so quietly that it was difficult to hear her. “I’m going to go back inside. Satoru is waiting and I don’t want to be ruder than I already have been. I hope you enjoy the party.”

Sokka didn’t have time to respond before she walked away. He watched her until she disappeared down the staircase that had led them out here. He was frozen for a moment, unsure whether he should go back inside at all. They had been up here for no more than five minutes and in that amount of time he had managed to mess everything up. This was supposed to be a night celebrating her and instead he had made her cry. The image of his best friend flinching away from him as he let her down overpowered his mind. It was the only thing he could see, on a loop - her tears, her humiliation. What had he done? He hung his head and felt a tear of his own slide down his face. Fuck.