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　　　　　　　Husband!Aang is an eater　w/c : 1.3k

authors note : first time writing smut in literary forever, ntm on me ok.. still learning 🙇🏽‍♀️ advice is appreciated! NOT proofread + mdni

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The betrothal necklace

Pairing sokka x reader. Sokka gifted you a betrothal necklace he made himself.

Idk man I hate describing the fics 😭

From the beginning, being part of Team Avatar meant constant movement, new places, new dangers, new people, but somehow, in the middle of all that chaos, you became something steady. As an earthbender, you were reliable in a way that grounded everyone, quite literally at times, but especially Sokka. He noticed it long before he understood it.

At first, it was small things: the way you reinforced the ground beneath camp without being asked, how you quietly shaped stone into something useful while everyone else rested, or how you always seemed to anticipate what people needed before they even said it.

You weren’t loud like Aang or blunt like Toph, and you didn’t carry yourself with the same intensity as Katara, you were calm, thoughtful, and steady.

And for someone like Sokka, who constantly felt like he had to prove his worth without bending, that kind of presence became something he leaned on more than he ever expected.

It started with conversations. Real ones. Not just his usual jokes or over-the-top plans, but quieter talks late at night when the fire burned low and the others had already fallen asleep. He’d sit beside you, sometimes a little awkward at first, rambling about strategy or frustrations or things he didn’t usually admit out loud.

You never interrupted him or brushed him off, you listened, really listened, and when you responded, it wasn’t with empty reassurance but something thoughtful and honest.

You told him he wasn’t just “the idea guy,” that without him, half the plans wouldn’t even exist, let alone succeed. And maybe he laughed it off at the time, made some sarcastic comment to hide how much it meant, but it stayed with him. After that, it became habit. Sitting next to you. Talking to you first. Looking for you in a crowd without even realizing he was doing it.

Somewhere along the way, it stopped being subtle—at least to everyone else. Katara noticed the way Sokka’s voice changed when he talked to you, softer, less performative.

Aang noticed how Sokka would instinctively move closer to you during breaks, how he’d offer you food first or check if you were okay after fights before anyone else.

Even Toph, who pretended not to care about anything remotely emotional, made the occasional comment that left Sokka flustered and defensive. But you… you just stayed the same. Warm, steady, quietly affectionate in your own way.

You’d brush dirt off his shoulder without thinking, hand him tools you shaped from stone when his broke, stand just a little closer than necessary. It wasn’t dramatic or overwhelming—it was natural. And that somehow made it mean more.

The necklace, though, that was something else entirely. Sokka didn’t decide to make it all at once. It crept into his mind slowly, the idea forming over days and weeks until it refused to leave.

Back in the Water Tribe, betrothal necklaces weren’t just gifts, they meant something real, something lasting, and the thought of giving you one both terrified and excited him in equal measure. Still, once the idea settled in, there was no stopping it.

He started collecting materials wherever he could, pretending it was for “tools” or “plans” whenever anyone asked. Small shells from a beach you’d camped near, stones you had once shaped absentmindedly and left behind, bits of cord he carefully traded for.

He worked on it in secret, usually late at night when everyone else was asleep, hunched over with intense concentration as he carved, tied, and adjusted every piece. It didn’t come easily, his hands weren’t as precise as a craftsman’s, and more than once he had to start over, but he kept going anyway. Because it was for you, and somehow that made the frustration worth it.

When he finally decides to give it to you, he almost backs out three separate times.

The timing never feels right, too many people around, too much noise, too many chances to mess it up, but eventually he realizes there’s never going to be a “perfect” moment, not in the middle of a war. So he settles for a quiet evening instead, when the sky is soft with fading light and the world feels, for once, like it’s not about to fall apart.

You’re sitting beside him on the ground you’d smoothed out earlier, your shoulder barely brushing his, and he’s so unusually quiet that it doesn’t take long for you to notice something’s off.

When you ask what he’s hiding, he panics immediately, blurting out a denial that convinces you of the exact opposite. And then, before he can overthink it again, he just… pulls it out.

The necklace rests in his hands, imperfect and uneven, every flaw painfully obvious to him, the slightly crooked alignment, the rough edges he couldn’t smooth out, the knot that took far too many attempts to get even remotely right.

And suddenly he’s talking too fast, words tumbling over each other as he tries to explain, to justify, to lower your expectations before you can even react.

He tells you it’s not great, that it’s kind of messy, that he knows it’s not what you deserve, but then his voice shifts, softens, becomes something more honest. He tells you what it means. Where he comes from. What giving it to someone represents. And by the time he’s finished, there’s this fragile kind of silence hanging between you, like everything could change depending on what you say next.

But you don’t hesitate.

You take his hands in yours, steady and sure, and instead of focusing on the flaws, you trace every detail like it matters, because to you, it does. You see the effort, the time, the care behind every uneven piece, and it hits you all at once just how much of himself he put into this.

When you tell him it’s perfect, he tries to argue, of course he does, pointing out every little mistake like that somehow invalidates the whole thing, but you just shake your head, smiling softly as you tell him you don’t care about any of that. What matters is that he made it. That he chose you.

And that’s the moment it really sinks in for him.

When you lift your hair and quietly ask him to put it on you, Sokka almost forgets how to breathe. His hands are careful, more careful than they’ve ever been, as he ties it behind your neck, fingers brushing your skin in a way that sends a nervous kind of warmth through both of you.

He fumbles a little, of course, but he manages it, and when he’s done, he just… pauses, hands lingering like he’s not quite ready to let go of the moment. When you turn back to face him, the necklace resting against your collarbone, there’s this soft, almost disbelieving look in his eyes, like he’s still waiting for something to go wrong.

Instead, you lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

It’s simple. Soft. But it means everything.

When you pull back, your smile is small but certain, and the words you say next are just as steady as you’ve always been. You tell him yes, not in some grand, dramatic way, but like it’s the most natural decision in the world, like there was never really any other answer.

And for a second, Sokka just stares at you, trying to process it, before it finally clicks. The nerves, the doubt, the constant overthinking, it all melts away, replaced by something bright and overwhelming and real. His grin breaks through before he can stop it, wide and genuine, a little stunned but completely happy.

And when you lean into him afterward, your shoulder resting comfortably against his, neither of you pulls away.

Because in the middle of everything, of war, of uncertainty, of a world constantly shifting beneath your feet, you’ve found something solid in each other.

Something worth holding onto.

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Halfway done, folks!

Well, technically, this version is done. But the full project is only halfway to completion.

This project stated because I'd looked into Tibetan temples and monasteries, and had been absolutely blown away by how beautiful and bright and colorful they were, and kind of longed to see that represented in the Air Temples. And, as I was starting this, @nyamadermont approached me with a commission idea that ended up marrying well with this project.

So here is the halfway point of that project: a room in an Air Temple before the genocide, filled with color and light and life.

#sooz draws things #thank you nyama for entrusting me with this vision!#air temple #air nomads #atla fanart #tlok fanart #airbender #airbending #avatar the last airbender #the legend of korra

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Back in my Avatar phase and I lovvve Yangchen 😭😭

(Ya'll need to read the books if you haven't already 😵‍💫)

#my art #digital art #avatar the last airbender #avatar #atla #yangchen #avatar yangchen #dawn of yangchen #legacy of yangchen #chronicles of the avatar #air nomads #airbender #nickelodeon #braving the elements

"Everything's Changed"

It took me awhile, but I finally got around to an Avatar painting. Guess it's also time for me to bring my TyLee cosplay out to a convention... Pre-order here: www.lilystrations.com/shop