"If I can just get out of this situation alive, I will give up meat…and sarcasm. Okay? That’s all I got. That’s pretty much my whole identity. "
This is an independent blog for Sokka from Nickolodeon's Avatar: The Last Airbender. Please read rules and about before following and interacting.
Multiship and multiverse. Set in the canon verse.
Extremely selective. MUTUALS ONLY.
There. Now you’re done! If you’ve read these rules through to the end, send me “water tribe!” so I’ll know. I know it’s a lot and I may sound like a dragon lady, but I’m actually a really nice person. I promise.
Q: Hey, can we roleplay?
A: Sure, but only if we are mutually following each other. That is, I must be following you, and you must be following me back.
Q: Nina, why haven’t you followed me back?
A: There are many reasons why:
Q: Okay, but do you make any exceptions?
A: Absolutely not. I am aware that some people are interested in plotting with me, but I do not accept any roleplay requests from anyone who is a non-mutual. I reserve the right to decline a roleplay request at any time, and I ask that you respect that.
Q: Can I send memes if we are not mutuals?
A: If it’s an ic meme, no. Sending ic asks counts as interacting with my muse, which is not allowed for non-mutuals. However, you are free to send me ooc memes!
Q: Why haven’t you responded to our thread?
A: I’m really slow. I am very busy with university and real life obligations, which are extremely exhausting. This can drain my muse for a thread, especially if it’s a long multi-para. I might also get distracted by other things, such as other threads, answering asks, talking to friends, etc. I will get to our thread when I feel that I am ready. You are free to send me a reminder, but badgering me constantly will never be tolerated here.
Q: That theme/promo banner/icon is so pretty! Can I have it?
A: No. I have disabled the right click shortcut for a reason. The graphics do make my blog look nice, but they serve another purpose: I’ll be able to tell who’s been stealing my stuff. Trust me, I will know. And if I catch you stealing any of my things, I will immediately blog and report you. No exceptions.
Q: Can you make me a theme/promo banner/icon(s)?
A: I am a roleplay blog, not a resource. Mutuals are free to send me requests for graphics, and I may post the occasional tutorial. If anything, most of my graphics will be given out to close friends or giveaway winners.
more tba.

“Oh great, look who decided to come crawling back to us. What do you want, Azula?”

Sokka trudged across the campground, eyes fixed upon the ground. This was bad… No, strike that. This was really bad. The invasion was tomorrow, and he didn’t feel ready in the slightest. Not because he didn’t have a clear strategy. Oh no, he had meticulously planned out every detail. But how the hell was he going to show off his hard work to his father’s army? He had never spoken in public before, so it was possible that he was going to mess up. Argh, he could just envision everyone laughing at him as he tripped on his words! Stupid leadership responsibilities… Why him?!
He glanced up and who did he see but Appa, who was lazily munching on some grass while looking out into the sunset. “Oh hey, Appa,” he grumbled, waving weakly to the beast. “Just havin’ some dinner, huh?” A smile flickered across his lips before fading away as quickly as it came. “Must be a simple life, being a sky bison. Just shuttle us from place to place, keep us away from Fire Nation projectiles, munch on grass…then the cycle starts all over again. You don’t have to worry about anything except for keeping us safe”
A sigh slipped from the warrior’s lips as he slumped against the creature’s shoulder. “But me… I gotta present my plans to everyone tomorrow! They’re all counting on me, but I don’t think I can pull this off. What if I mess up?! Then no one’s gonna know where to go and we’ll blow the invasion! It’ll all be my fault…”
He leaned back, letting his head sink into the coarse snowy fur. “I don’t know what to do, Appa. I can’t mess this up in front of Aang, Katara, or even… Dad. Who knows what they’ll think of me if I mess up…”