#boiiko

[boiikott]

﹄ I’m not sure I made this chaotic enough. ﹃

@zukkaweek  day 4 : College High School AU

inspired by @p3nnyl4ne​‘s soft, kaleidoscopic story High Tide 💜

Happy pride y’all.

☻

[ID: Two drawings in very saturated, neon-like colors, drawn in rough, textured lines and scribbles. In the first, Zuko is jumping high over Sokka on a skate, the latter sitting crouched at the bottom of some cracked-up stairs, eyes squeezed shut and screaming for his life, with his arms over his head. Zuko’s hair is flying and his tattooed arms are out for balance, tongue poking out in cheeky concentration. In the second, Zuko holds Sokka piggy-back while balancing the both of them on his skate. They are both looking down, with Zuko’s hair hanging in his face and Sokka hooking his chin over his shoulder. Their mouths are open in a laughing argument. In both drawings, they are wearing modern attire, Zuko with his ripped jeans and t-shirts, Sokka with shorts and first a tank top and then a soft hoodie. Both wear sneakers, and one of Sokka is perpetually untied. The artist’s signature reads BOIIKO by the side of the frame.]

[ssreeder]

“Why do they give you so many?”

(...)

Zuko waved his arms in a circle before letting them drop back into the water, bubbles and water splashing everywhere because of his dramatics.

“Agni.” 

...still cracks me up.

Why are you making me miss the prison sooooooo much?!??

I just wanna write the boys having playful banter at the kitchen sink for another 100k.

[lovelyelbowleech]

So i need to reach into your ask box real quick to let you know your fics HAUNT ME. I tend to avoid sexual assault content because the sticky bitterness stays with me in a bad way, but boy am i happy i gave it a go. It was a lot. It was powerful. It made me laugh and cry and punch a pillow. I have yet to pour all my little notes and senseless squealing into the comments section of ao3 (i swear i will, i didn’t jot all that shit down for nothing) and i promise art coming your way, because you made me feel things, and here i am still feeling things, and i want to thank you for weaving a tale that’s so damn poignant i can’t seem to get over it.

Ah, this was such an wonderful comment, thank you! I am glad you enjoyed the fic despite the dark themes! I look forward to perhaps one day reading the squealing 😂

Your art is amazing, I just saw that Sokka week piece today, its so good! The thought of art coming my way makes my brain explode (in the good way) (although of course I wouldn't hold you to it!)

Thank you again for the lovely comment!

[art-junkiie]

Her Memories The Colour of Smoke

[boiikott]

Sokka bullies Zuko into naps.

He provides the cushion.

@zukkaweek  day 3 : spooning / bedsharing / domesticity

Image id under the cut

[ID: A sketchy drawing in bold, expressive colors of Sokka and Zuko in a soft embrace with Zuko reclining against Sokka’s shoulder and chest, while the latter turns his head to press a kiss into his messy hair. Both have their eyes closed, with their arms looped around each other. Indiscernible tattoos peak out from under Sokka’s hand, lining Zuko’s visible arm and trailing into the sleeve of his bunched-up t-shirt. Sokka’s hair is up in his tradition wolf-tail and he seems to be wearing a tank-top and shorts, a choker and earring. Other than the detail of the faces and hands, the shapes are suggested by swathes of color and scribbly lines. The artist’s signature reads BOIIKO by Sokka’s side.]

[boiikott]

( hiccup )

.* ˚ ✦ alcohol - glazed ✦ *｡·

[boiikott]

finish a mural, have a beer.

[asongbirdandanoldhat]

@boiiko mentioned you on a post “writers wishing they could draw whats in their...”:

@asongbirdandanoldhat hey i’ll join forces with you 🧑‍🎨

​omggg. i would not be worthy! your use of colour! plus idk that i really write things that lend themselves to illustration. i'm not a very image aware writer, not a lot of visually interesting action occurring, haha.