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boiiiko · 3 years
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@sokkaweek day... um.....
I present to you… ✨  trauma ✨
(cause you will NOT have me believe those kids don’t all have some form of PTSD from being on the front lines of literal war, no way sir)
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[Image Description : A digital painting of Sokka from Avatar The Last Airbender with his face split in two halves at the level of his nose. The upper half is slanted to the side, expression dark and contemplative, eyes downturned and black. A tendril of smoke is escaping one eye and curls all around the head and neck in blue-grey ribbons. Right behind his head is a raging fire, with fat purple clouds of smoke and soot taking up most of the background. Within the blaze and smoke, one can observe a burning skeleton, Sokka’s overheated space sword, the discarded burnt mask of a Fire Nation soldier and Toph’s hand, reaching desperately towards the skies. It is suggested it is Sokka’s memory of the events of the show’s finale. The lower portion of the portrait is smiling easily in contrast, and the position of the upper body suggests a joking attitude, hand raised in a casual gesture. Sokka wears his typical water tribe clothes, albeit slightly stylized. The painting is done in tones of purple and greys, with bright orange and yellow streaks of color, on an uneven grey background. The artist’s signature ‘boiiko’ floats under Sokka’s hand.]
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theotherace · 3 years
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Sokka Week 2021, Day 2: Found Family | @sokkaweek
Sokka’s found family, as depicted by himself. 
[ID:  First Image: Crude sketches of Suki, Aang, Toph, Zuko and Katara’s heads, black lines on a yellow background.
Second Image: A digitial drawing of Sokka sitting at a table, visible from the chest up, a brush in his left hand, looking down at a yellow slip of paper in concentration. He is drawing the above described image.  /end ID]
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cluelesslesbian · 3 years
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Sokka Week 2021 💙
Featuring Sokka appreciating how he looks in red and green ....and an Unagi mirror lol
Also yeah idk- I always liked the thought of Sokka gaining a new appreciation for colours (and visual arts!) after the Kyoshi warrior experience bc?? I mean the Water Tribe uses a lot of blues and grays that reflect the environment right??? So getting a chance to see himself in more vibrant colours mightve been? inspirational ykno???
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artbean · 3 years
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@sokkaweek day 1: arts & poetry (ID in alt text)
full version of his painting of zuko under the cut bc he’s soft
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(ID in alt text)
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comradekatara · 3 years
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some belated older sokka sketches for @sokkaweek. not that i ever need an excuse to draw sokka of course
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sokkagatekeeper · 3 years
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Sokka was fourteen the first time he realized people didn’t apologize to him very often.
Or, Sokka during The Southern Raiders.
@sokkaweek day 2: found family | eldest sibling
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wortvermis · 3 years
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[Image description: A digital drawing of Sokka from Avatar: The Last Airbender. He has his arms stretched over his head, his hands forming a heart. He is wearing a crop top in pastel bi pride colours and white sweatpants. The background is a pastel pink, blue and white cloud-situation. / end id]
It is Sokka Week! But I’m kinda busy so I only drew this bi crop top Sokka for today’s prompt “Gender & Sexuality” (and also a little bit for tomorrow’s “Pride”). I was listening to Taylor Swift’s “Lover” while drawing and used the colour palette of the cover. Now it looks a bit like he’s walking on bi pride clouds, idk. Maybe he is in bi heaven. Maybe he only drank too much cactus juice.
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headaching · 3 years
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When I close my eyes, all I see is soot-mixed snow, and a rush of black and red amidst the white.
Fury pulses my veins, captures my lungs as they gasp for air with the realization that I will never think of her again without also thinking of them.
Every happy memory, every noticed resemblance, will leave the foul taste of Fire Nation burning a hole in my throat.
How will I remember her, or even cope with my reflection, when every fragment she left behind stabs my chest with white-hot guilt?
I don’t say any of that.
@sokkaweek day three: loss and grief | 1,000 words
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concernedbrownbread · 3 years
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Hey, Brother
Written for day 2 of @sokkaweek: Eldest Sibling
Summary:
“You’re the best little sister ever, Katara,” Sokka said gently.
“I’m not,” she whispered, her voice shaking, “I got her killed.”
It was like the chill of the air around them reached into his blood, freezing it completely.
Word Count: 1122
Read here or under the cut
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Winter had given way to spring, though the snow was far from melting. Sokka gazed out at the sea, watching the horizon for … something. For war boats, for a storm, for Dad. But the line where the ocean met the sky remained unwavering … much like an annoyance at his side.
Katara was playing with water, like always.
“I’m bored,” she said, weaving magic water between her fingers, “Can we go home?”
“No, we need to stay on the lookout.”
“Don’t be dumb,” she said glumly, “I have to help with dinner.”
“You’re dumb!” Sokka retorted, “And dinner can wait.”
Katara rolled her eyes, “Do you ever do anything actually productive.”
He skipped over the part that he was the only able bodied male in the Tribe, the one who could hunt the best, meaning anything they cooked was because of him. It was his job, not something to brag about.
On the other hand, “I have a great system that can keep our waters warm from now on,” he said smugly.
Katara scoffed, “I can do that!”
Sokka scrunched up his nose when the water floating between her palms started to boil.
“Don’t be gross, no one likes your water magic.”
Sokka cringed when Katara’s water dropped, and she looked down at the snow, “I know. No one except Mom and Dad.”
“And Gran-gran,” Sokka said, “She was very proud.”
Katara shrugged, “I guess. Can we go now?”
Sokka hesitated. At twelve, he wasn’t well-versed in the area of social cues, especially when it came to dumb little sisters. But even he could tell something was wrong.
“Don’t you wanna play with your magic water more?”
“It’s not playing, it’s practicing,” Katara bit back heatedly, which made Sokka grin, “And no. Don’t you want to eat?”
“Of course!”
“Well guess who had to help cook?”
Sokka groaned, “Fine. You go, I’ll be there in a minute.”
His eyes went back to the horizon. Katara didn’t move.
“What if he doesn’t come back?” Katara asked, “Goes away like Mom did.”
Goes away, was putting it lightly, even the little ten year old knew that. But Sokka didn’t correct her.
“He’s the best warrior ever. He won’t die on us.”
“Really?”
“Yup. I’ve seen him fight. Fire Nation doesn’t stand a chance.”
Some of the tension seeped out of Katara’s shoulders, but that same tension seemed to grip Sokka instead.
The truth was something he would not let Katara know. Not if he could help it.
Sokka had snuck into enough meetings to know one measly Water Tribe fleet stood no chance against the Fire Nation. But if they did not go to war, war would come to them, and this time it would take Katara as well.
So. Dad might die. Dad might already be dead. That was a possibility. In one world or another, that was a reality.
Sokka didn’t take his eyes off the horizon.
“How come he didn’t stop the Fire Nation from taking Mom then?” Katara asked.
Sokka gulped, but his voice was level. Unwavering, like the ice around them. Unwavering, like Katara’s faith in good and hope and Avatars.
“It was a surprise attack, there was nothing anyone could do.”
“I could’ve done something,” she said matter-of-factly, “I should’ve done something.”
“No, Katara,” Sokka said firmly, “We were just kids.”
Her eyes didn’t meet his.
“Let’s go to dinner,” he said instead.
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“Hey, Sokka?”
Sokka huffed, rolling over, “What? It’s late. Go to sleep.”
“Do you hate me?”
Sokka was about to tease her when he stopped. The tone in her voice caught him off guard.
“No,” he said honestly, shifting closer to her, “You’re stupid and annoying, and I don’t like you most of the time, but I love you Katara.”
Katara said nothing. Sokka felt his stomach squeeze.
“You’re the best little sister ever, Katara,” Sokka said gently.
“I’m not,” she whispered, her voice shaking, “I got her killed.”
It was like the chill of the air around them reached into his blood, freezing it completely.
“No you didn’t,” he yelped, “How could you say that? The Fire Nation was the one - “
Katara was crying into her fist now, “She died protecting me, Sokka. She died because of me.”
Sokka got out of bed, pulling her up too and holding her tight, “That’s what Moms do, Katara. They protect their kids. She didn’t die because of you, she died because someone from the Fire Nation killed her.”
Katara shook her head into his shoulder, “I did this - my bending - even you hate it - “
“I don’t hate you, though, stupid. I love you.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Really.”
“Will you do my laundry for a week?”
Sokka drew back, “I don’t love you that much.”
Katara giggled, wiping her tears, “Oh, fine.”
They settled into a quiet, still clinging on to each other. Eventually, Sokka said:
“I hate it, but I'm glad you were born with it,” Sokka said earnestly, “Don’t you remember how happy Mom and Dad were, when they found out?”
How terrified they had been, too, but Katara had been asleep when they talked about that. Sokka was the one who had peeked through the curtains to hear them talk, and Sokka was the one who would take that secret to the grave.
“Mom loved it,” Katara remembered, “She told me I was special.”
“You are special, Katara. And Mom loved you. We all love you. None of us blame you for what happened. It was the Fire Nation’s fault.”
Katara wiped her eyes, “Thanks, Sokka.”
He kissed her gently on the forehead, “Anytime.”
“I hate the Fire Nation though,” Katara said as they went back into bed.
“Yeah, me too.”
Sokka was old enough to know that war was more complicated than that. But he also knew the ache of a gaping wound in his chest, one that he had buried under work for the Tribe and the endless snow of the South Pole. His mother’s loss had been hard on him, but he learned to keep his feelings on a leash.
Katara wasn’t like that. Everything she felt was deep and unshakable. She cried for baby penguins. She still believed in the Avatar. And she loved harder than anyone he’d ever known.
Sokka didn’t care for Avatar’s, knew the death of penguins was a part of life, and loved cautiously. He never knew what it was like, to be sweet, hopeful Katara, who dreamed too hard not to be hurt.
But holding her, in the bed that night, he promised himself this.
He would protect her. From the harshness of the world and war, from the pain of losing hope. From becoming bitter like him.
He would protect her, come what may.
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Author's Note: I'm sorry about the ending, it's not great. But thanks for reading!!
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lbibliophile-atla · 3 years
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I just rewatched episode 1:15 ‘Bato of the Water Tribe’ and noticed something really cool about the ‘ice’ dodging scenes.
Ice dodging is presented as an important cultural coming-of-age and Sokka passes their improvised version with flying colours. But he doesn’t stop when Bato tells him he has passed the traditional requirements. Instead he continues, making use of Aang and Katara’s bending to pass the more challenging obstacle.
It was just a really nice way of highlighting how Sokka is thinking beyond his past experiences, actively incorporating new skills and ideas into his plans.  It’s a huge part of his character and what makes him a good leader (and is part of the show’s whole theme about cooperation), and it shows through so clearly in just those few seconds.
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This bit of analysis has been sitting in my drafts for almost two years; @sokkaweek (day 7: free) seems like a good excuse to post it.
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sokkaweek · 3 years
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Sokka Week 2021
Sometimes you need to take the time to appreciate your local water tribe some-guy with a 200 IQ, and that’s the purpose of the Sokka Week!
Schedule:
Prompt Collection: May 30th-June 8th
Prompt Voting: June 10th-June 20th
Prompts Release: June 21st
Sokka Week: August 9th-August 15th
All types of media including fanart, fanfiction, meta/analysis, playlists, animations, fan videos, edits, headcanons, and more are accepted and welcomed! You can submit your content the following ways:
Using the tags #sokkaweek, #sokkaweek21, or #sokka week 2021. All of these will be tracked by the mod, though preferably use the ones with no spaces!
Tag @sokkaweek in your post
Submit the work to this blog
+ If you want, you can tag your work on ao3 with “Sokka Week 2021”
Rules and Guidelines:
Late works will still be accepted until two weeks after Sokka Week officially ends (August 29th)
If you post a fanfic on tumblr, please make sure to add a readmore!
Please make sure to add an image description for visual content, and transcripts in audio content.
Make sure to tag any potentially triggering content accordingly.
No content that sexualizes any of the characters in the show; no content that whitewashes any of the characters in the show; no content that includes any sort of racist trope or depicturing, especially against indigenous characters.
Sokka must be the center of the piece; romantic relationships depicted are allowed, as are other characters and relationships, but Sokka must be the obvious focus.
Check out the prompts here!
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half-a-hetero · 3 years
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a sketchy thing for @sokkaweek day 4- kyoshi warriors or gender and sexuality 
i think i may have accidentally created a new art style for myself? this piece was kind of exploring that and i promise its gotten better in the two days ive been practicing it
anyways this is sokka with half his face in his kyoshi warrior getup and the other half with a Regular Sokka™ face
(this photo is old so ive attached kind of an updated version from this morning. not much has changed but it still has)
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theotherace · 3 years
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Sokka Week 2021, Day 4: Sexuality | @sokkaweek
There is literally no reason for both of them to be so pretty. 
[ID:  First Image: A digital drawing of Suki, Sokka and Zuko. Suki, on the far left, is smiling with closed eyes and holding a sword with both hands before her. The sleeves of her turtleneck are rolled up, part of her dress tied around her waist. In the middle, sitting on some steps, is Sokka, blushing. On the far right is Zuko, one swords lifted above his head, the other hanging losely at his side. He is shirtless and smiling, looking at Suki. The drawing is coloured in reds, pinks, blues and purples.  Second, Third and Fourth Image: Close ups of Suki, Sokka and Zuko’ heads.  /end ID]
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artbean · 3 years
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@sokkaweek day 5: neurodivergence (ID in alt text)
he’s info dumping about a hyperfixation…
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omni-flex · 3 years
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I’m participating in Sokka Week 2020! 1st-7th November, Sokka centric oneshots coming to an ao3 near you.
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Day 1 - found family | vigilante
Rich people are all monsters, and the Fire Nation is all evil. Fire Nation nobles are a vigilante justice feasting ground.
Sokka and Toph scam the scammers, and cheer Zuko up in the process
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@sokkaweek for rules, schedules, prompts and everything SokkaWeek
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sokkagatekeeper · 3 years
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“You’ve been getting better at this,” Katara says, casually.
“I mean,” Sokka says, suddenly self-conscious. “It’s not my best work, but—”
“Sokka,” Katara cuts him off, rudely, and so he shuts up. “I love it.”
“Thanks.”
Katara looks out the window, where the stormy weather has calmed down a little, and back at the drawing. As she traces it with a single finger, she notices a strange texture. “What did you make this with, again?” she asks.
@sokkaweek day 1: arts & poetry or science
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