Drawing A Secretly Anxious Warner To Coup With Stress :))))

hey, i was wondering if you had any thoughts about sokka returning to piandao to continue his training? do you think he does? what does that look like?

considering he only spent a total of 2 days with piandao and sokka is piandao’s favorite human ever to walk this earth apparently, i’m sure they’d reunite at some point, and sooner rather than later (other than at the white lotus encampment, i mean). i’m sure they would continue training (swordsmanship, painting, calligraphy, etc), maybe play pai sho together, and gossip about the (other) members of the white lotus. i think their relationship would eventually evolve past student + master, cause if sokka was able to achieve that much after a day it probably wouldn’t take long for piandao to be like “i have nothing more to teach you.” of course, they remain lifelong friends (he’s not sokka’s first weirdly older friend, and he won’t be his last. it’s cause sokka has grandpa energy). not to mention they see each other regularly at white lotus meetings. and when piandao dies, he leaves everything to sokka. 

Drabble prompt, something about Momo, exactly 100 words

Oh no my weakness-- 100 word drabbles that I can’t expand on! (this is why I cheat and do a drabble-series) Here’s... several more drabbles than you asked for about Momo adjusting to having a family(I enjoy writing Momo’s POV way too much, this is a problem. Will I be posting *another* Momo drabble collection to ao3 now? Yes. You’ve awakened a monster.) 1. Warm

The best part of being in a conspiracy again is the warmth.

This-lemur-now-Momo curls against his boy's heartbeat and twitches an ear as the soft breath tickles it. His boy is warm and his boy is gentle, and when his boy's heartbeat picks up and begins to race faster than Momo's when he's being chased, his boy never moves. Momo snuggles close, under his chin and his boy laughs quietly.

If Momo didn't know any better, he'd think his boy was dead. But Momo can feel his boy's heartbeat, and he can see the tear sliding down his boy's cheek.

2. Soft

The girl-who-smells-like-the-sea is softer than his boy. Momo laments the time he wasted before learning this because she is so soft, and her hair smells so nice, and she always knows where to scratch his ears. She is kind and gentle and he knows why his boy always gets so warm and flustered when she's around. He likes her for his boy. She makes his boy happy, and his boy breath easier. 

When his boy has all the fury of a thousand suns under his skin, and his boy scares Momo, she is there. Calm and steady, like the sea.

3. Bright

Momo isn't sure what to call the last member of their conspiracy.

He is least soft of the three tall-wingless-lemurs, though he and ocean-girl are tied for least warm. His boy is just much warmer than the others. The tall-wingless-lemur isn't soft, and he isn't warm, and though he smells like death still, Momo isn't afraid anymore.

This boy brings the brightness forth every night, though, the strange burning warmth that Momo fears in his bones. The brightness is like the boy--something dangerous, something that could hunt Momo down if it wanted.

Momo leaps onto the shoulder of the bright-boy.

“You’re really lucky, you know that?”

I cried so much at the end of atla partially because of the realization that now, Iroh not only has Zuko as a son, but he has a whole gaggle of dumbass children to love and give wisdom to over cups of hot tea.

it’s so fucking tragic how sokka can’t recall his mother’s face but he can remember exactly what the emblem on the flags that raided his village when he was a child looked like.