CAPTAIN BOOMARANG

private & mutuals only portrayal of Sokka from Avatar: The Last Airbender, with heavy influences from comic canon. Default timeline set approximately 4 years after the events of Avatar: The Last Airbender. ( she / her, 42, pst ). est. March 2025.Sideblog to wintersovereign. Crossovers are highly encouraged!

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"Hey... you ok?"

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To be the one receiving such a scolding given his position was both humbling and embarrassing. More so when it came from his own son, the same person that he had passed that same lesson on to.

"I know that I can't put myself in danger being the chief. At the same time, I am not used to letting others do all the work. Though time moves on, so I will have to get accustomed to the changing times." He had earned the position of chief due to his dependability. He didn't feel like he could portray himself as someone dependable if he was stuck in a chair all day. At the same time, he wouldn't be that good to the tribe injured or worse.

"The world will need to be able to stand on its own two feet. Not something that it can do if I try to resolve everything on my own." Though he wanted to relive the glory days back in his prime, those times were gone, for better and for worse.

"No more rushing head first for me."

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It was… strange, hearing his dad admit he couldn’t just barrel through everything alone. Sokka wanted to laugh at the irony but couldn’t quite; it felt too serious a moment.

“Finally,” he muttered under his breath, half to himself and half to his father, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Took you long enough to figure that out.” His voice was teasing, but the worry underneath couldn’t be hidden. He hated seeing his Dad humbled like this, but even more, he hated the thought of what could’ve happened if he hadn’t been.

Sokka shifted, scratching the back of his neck. “You don’t have to prove you’re tough anymore. You’ve already done that. The tribe —Katara and I need you alive.”

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"Guide my hands to the parts that are wrong. I bet I can still make this perfect." She offers a hand that always seemed bruised from her bending.

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He took her hand in his and gently guided it along the uneven surface, his expression scrutinizing every lump along the way. "As you can see, we need it less lumpy and big enough for at least two people."

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❝   i'm   sorry   sokka   but   you   shouldn't   have   left   it unattended. ❞   aang   spoke   to   sokka,   it   wasn't   really   his   fault.   ❝   and   i   mean..   i   am   the   avatar. ❞   he   gave   a   small   smile   to   his   water   tribe   friend.   could   he   really   blame   him?   he   was   a   vegetarian.   he   needed   food   that   wasn't   an   animal.

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"Okay, hold on. You’re a vegetarian, right? So… milk counts? Is milk vegetarian?" He blinked, looking genuinely baffled now. "I mean, it comes from an animal, but you don’t, like… y’know. It’s just hippo-cow juice."

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"What do you mean? I made it exactly how you described!"

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"I'm pretty sure I described it less lumpy. It's not your fault. You have no visual reference."

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"I don't think it's supposed to look like that."

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❝   oh,   was   that   yours   sokka?   ❞   aang   responded,   his   face   full   of   cereal.

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" …Yes, Aang. It was mine. The cereal I poured. The cereal I was literally about to eat." He pointed at the bowl with a look of pure betrayal. "Do you know how hard it is to find food that isn’t fish around here? And you —you just swoop in and Avatar-state my breakfast."

He dragged a hand down his face with a groan. "Next time, at least leave me the crunchy bits. All that’s left now is the sad, soggy betrayal-flakes."

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" @nomadbender did you eat my breakfast soup?"

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@nationforged said: ❝ My Dear Warrior ? ❞ Azula’s voice rose from her comfy position on his bed . Tea in hand . Eyes fixed on his face . She was curious over his answer , given that he already towered over her . Time for some fun . ❝ How tall do you wish you were ? ❞

Sokka blinked at her, caught somewhere between bafflement and indignation. Towering over her, literally towering, and she had the audacity to ask that. Was this some sort of trick? Some Azula psychological warfare? He was tall. He was objectively tall. People had to look up at him. He had to duck under doorways in some places!

His gaze narrowed. He felt the creeping sensation of being gaslit, and the longer he thought about it, he started doubting his own height. What if I’m not actually tall? What if I just… feel tall? No. No, that’s ridiculous.

Out loud, his voice edged with suspicion. "I am tall. What are you even talking about?"

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Happy couple. 💙💚

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Sukka kiss. 🍋💙💚

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Hakoda had no reason to try and complain against what Sokka was saying. If the roles had been flipped, Hakoda would obviously have reacted the same way. They were both adults now and they needed to make sure that they each didn't act as recklessly as Hakoda had made a statement of doing just now.

A light laugh would leave the chiefs lips as he nods his head. "There are multiple ways to show how the tribe should be lead. There are good examples and bad examples. Obviously, what I demonstrated was a bad example." He stated solemly, yet honestly.

"I'll definitely take time to reevaluate my approach. Probably while I am recovering. Still got Chief duties to attend to, but won't be out in the field for a while." He admitted. He had already made a spectacle of himself during Gilak's coup. He wasn't going to make a repeat of that.

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“Good,” he said, the word came out sounding more harsh than he intended. He shifted, uncrossing his arms, his eyes narrowing just a little. “Because the tribe doesn’t just need you in one piece —they need you making the calls, not breaking yourself out there just to prove you still can.”

It felt weird, almost upside down, to be the one saying these things to his dad. For so long it had always been the other way around. His dad was setting him straight, putting him back on the right path, being the anchor after mom was gone. Now here Sokka was, trying to hold his father accountable, like they’d somehow traded places without him noticing. He didn’t like it. It made him realize how much things had changed.

Still, his frustration eased when Hakoda admitted he’d been wrong. They’d just gotten him back, and the thought of losing him after everything wasn't something Sokka wanted to entertain.

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“It would have been a lot easier to treat if you’d mentioned it sooner.”

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"There wasn't a lot of time to treat it, besides, was going to bring it up once the job was finished. Didn't want them to get away after what they did." Hakoda stated. He didn't like being chided by his own son, but Sokka did have a point.

He didn't mind suffering for a while to ensure that justice was done. Though he was so focused on getting the job done, that he lost sight on the most efficient way of doing it. He would definitely need to do some self-evaluation later. The tribe needed him to do better than how he was performing.

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Sokka’s jaw tightened as he tried to temper the flood of frustration bubbling up. He hated seeing his father worn down like this, and more than that, hated the thought of Hakoda pushing himself past the breaking point just to prove he still could. Sokka knew exactly where he got that same reckless streak from, and that only made it worse. He shifted his weight, arms crossing, the worry in his eyes softening the sharpness of his voice.

“Justice doesn’t do us much good if it takes you out in the process,” he muttered, glancing briefly at the injury before meeting his father’s gaze again. The truth was, he wasn’t angry so much as he was scared. Hakoda had always seemed larger than life, unshakable, and moments like this were an unwelcome reminder that he wasn’t invincible.

Still, beneath the exasperation was admiration. His dad had always put the tribe first, always sacrificed without hesitation. But Sokka was starting to realize leadership wasn’t just about enduring; it was about enduring smart. And if Hakoda wasn’t going to see that right away, well… maybe it was Sokka’s turn to remind him.