#sokka atla

[myxhul]

sokka on that airship after zuko told him to take the helm

clear, no blur version after the cut :))

[ryoride]

ꮼ boyfriend!sokka can't help but be a hopeless romantic with you

ᦸ he might be an idiot, but an attractive, sweet idiot ⸝⸝ sexual themes mentioned ⸝⸝ not proofread.

boyfriend!sokka is a funny man, okay? We're aware? He's constantly trying to keep a smile on your lips from his shenanigans—and is beyond proud of himself whenever he's got you laughing hard enough to wheeze.

He loves the sound of your laugh, startling you in bed with kisses just to hear one giggle; it's always so cute whenever the noise slows & you're left smiling at each other like idiots.

boyfriend!sokka is far more affectionate than most would assume; he likes resting his head on your chest, your fingers tangled in his hair—sprawled out in bed, lying on the ground, or ducking into you during a hug—he lives for the feeling of your heartbeat in his ear.

The feeling of your fingers threading through the strands, or your lips brushing the scalp while teasing him for being so touchy, while still touching him, is always so intimate.

boyfriend!sokka has woken you up—more than once, unfortunately—to tell you an idea for a new weapon he could use as a non-bender, wanting to get your opinions first on how practical you'd think it'd be for him to have before sinking time and effort into it.

He loves bringing home his finished inventions to show you first & show you how he plans to use them and the main purpose each one has.

boyfriend!sokka uses his biceps for good—picking you up & carrying you around the apartment—though that's only as a joke to prove his strength whenever you try to tease him.

Though sometimes he will pick you up whenever he gets home & carry you straight to your bed, with his arm curled tightly around you to ensure you don't slip, complaining just how much he's missed you.

boyfriend!sokka yaps frequently. He'll yap half-asleep, drowsily mumbling into your shoulder, while getting ready, showering together, during aftercare, and he'll even talk your ear off during sex.

If he has the opportunity to talk to his pretty girl, he's going to take it, even if it's in an odd situation or just to tell you something stupid. The audible excitement always fills you with a sweet warmth.

boyfriend!sokka loves it when you scratch the buzzed sections of his scalp; he'll close his eyes & lean into your touch while pulling you close. It's always so visible to his friends how lovesick he is for you.

He doesn't care how it looks to others, with him being so receptive to your affections. You toy with his hair; he toys with yours. You kiss him on the cheek, he kisses you on the cheek, and he lives for the chance to show his friends how affectionate he is with you.

boyfriend!sokka is a passionate boyfriend and proud. He does not play around; he always thinks it's so stupid when he sees a boyfriend pretending not to be in love with their girlfriend.

He's always so excited when you start affection with him. Why would he pretend he's not melting at any given chance? Showing he's into it gets him more.

[scavengre]

tui and la

[lilypads17]

Zukka is excellent for many reasons but included is that it gives Azula and Katara the funniest possible relationship: sisters in law

[sweetieelilii]

⸝⸝⸝ 𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐀 takes earthbender!reader to his home <3

suggestive, established relationship, super fluffy!! mentions of marriage, katara cameo

you’re quite literally freezing your ass off.

you knew it would be cold. but you didn’t expect you’d feel like death was at your door.

the temperature isn’t the only thing that’s absurd. it’s the ice beneath you. no solid ground. you can’t feel mother earth beneath your feet and it’s so weird.

you hug your arms tighter around yourself, trying to keep it together. the fur coat sokka gave you before the trip isn’t helping much now—even though you’d actually been sweating in it earlier.

“you’re freezing,” he suddenly points out.

you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s wearing that teasing smile.

you only huff. “i’m fine.”

he doesn’t even pretend to believe you.

a gust of wind cuts through—and this time you visibly flinch.

his head snaps toward you, and he gasps dramatically before immediately moving in, wrapping himself around you like a stubborn koala.

“aww… my poor princess.”

you let out a startled squeak, muffled against his furs.

“sokka get off—”

he doesn’t answer as he ushers you toward the indoors quickly, the two of you waddling like penguins.

you haven’t even properly greeted any of his family or friends yet. rude.

“sokka! wh-what about your grandma? won’t she want to talk to you first? it’s rude to—”

“oh puh-lease,” he interrupts with an exaggerated eye roll, “i’m sure gran gran will understand that i don’t want my cute little girlfriend getting hypothermia.”

that shuts you up. heat rushes to your cheeks despite the blistering cold attacking your face.

when you finally reach indoors, it’s like your entire body finally remembers how to function again.

warmth. finally.

“welcome to my humble abode!”

you barely even take the chance to take everything in before he’s suddenly right in front of you. toe to toe. he tilts his head down a little, inspecting you.

“my poor baby looks tragic,” he says with a small pout.

“i’m c-cold,” you spit out, still shivering.

“yeah, i can see that.”

you’re unable to muster a glare at him. he only smiles apologetically before reaching to cup your face.

you freeze in a different way this time.

it shocks you how his hands are so warm despite the cold. it’s so unfair. the man’s been hiding a fire somewhere and only decided to share it now.

“sokka—” you start, but it comes out a little weaker than intended.

he hums, like he’s satisfied with the reaction, and gently rubs his thumbs along your cheeks.

“you’re still cold,” he sighs. “let me warm you up. it’s my duty.”

“duty as what? my boyfriend?” you mumble, then immediately take it back. “actually— yeah. it is your duty,” you add quickly, scoffing as you lean into his warmth anyway.

sokka only grins, bright and smug.

you barely take a step before your footing falters. anyone else might’ve missed it. but your strategic boyfriend doesn’t.

his hand tightens around yours instantly. “whoa, hey.”

you try to brush it off, but your balance is still off, your body not quite trusting what’s beneath you. or rather… what isn’t. he studies you for half a second, then huffs like he’s just confirmed something obvious.

“babe. you’re done.”

“pfft— what?”

“you’re wobbling. like a baby penguin. come on.”

you glare, but it loses all its effect when you nearly tip again. “it’s— it’s the sickness from flying not from…”

you decide to shut up because you don’t even believe your own words.

sokka’s guiding—well, steering—you across the room, hands firm on your shoulders.

you groan, “sokka—”

“nuh uh. no complaints. i’m being a good boyfriend right now, remember? you said it’s my duty.”

you regret ever saying that. you’ll know he’ll be bringing it up forever.

he leads you over to his bed—layers of soft, thick furs piled up. he sits you down like you’re fragile and might shatter if he’s too rough. which honestly, yeah, that’s what you feel like right now.

you sink into the furs instantly, letting out sound of surprise at how soft they are. it melts his heart.

before you can even process it, he’s already pulling more furs over you with a noise of adoration, tucking them around your shoulders, your sides—everywhere. like he’s building a cocoon around you.

“awww, there you go,” he says, sounding entirely too pleased with himself. “nice and bundled.”

and then, because apparently that’s not enough—he climbs in right after you.

“what are you doing?”

“what does it look like i’m doing?” he says, already settling in, pulling the furs up around both of you. “shared body heat. very efficient.”

“hmph.”

he shifts closer, with a smile, arms wrapping around you again, but more purposefully this time.

“aww… you’re still cold,” he coos softly, voice dropping into something unbearably gentle. “poor thing.”

your face burns.

“stop talking like that,” you mutter, trying and failing to sound annoyed.

“like what?” he teases, brushing his hand along your arm. “i’m just concerned about my girlfriend freezing like a popsicle.”

“it’s your fault! you didn’t even warn me it would be this cold,” you complain, huddling closer without thinking.

“okay, in my defense, this is like… sweater weather for me.”

your eyes nearly boggle out of your eyes.

“sweater weather?”

he shrugs, unapologetic. “what? it’s not that bad.”

cocky bastard.

you make a noise of pure disbelief, burying your face deeper into the furs. into him, maybe. not that you’d admit how warm he feels.

“you’re crazy,” you mumble.

he laughs. ugh. you love that laugh. sokka tightens his arms around you, “well, this crazy guy here is still the one that’s keeping you warm.”

“hmph.”

sokka can’t help but laugh again. he loves when you get all huffy and puffy. you hate that he’s right. but you hate it a lot less when you stop shivering.

a comfortable silence settles in after that—broken only by the quiet of wind outside and the soft sounds of breathing.

you don’t even realize how much you’ve relaxed until your grip on his tunic loosens, your once ice like body finally thawing out piece by piece.

sokka’s hand absentmindedly traces slow circles along your arm.

you could fall asleep like this.

but then the flap to the tent swings open.

“okay, what is—”

you jolt upright.

katara stands in the doorway, mouth dropping, staring at the two of you tangled up in furs like she’s just walked into something she definitely did not ask to see.

your entire face goes hot.

you scramble, sitting up a little straighter, offering her an awkward, apologetic look. “sorry—”

“hey what’s that look for?” sokka cuts in immediately, not bothering to move an inch, arm still firmly around you. “i’m keeping your future sister in law from dying. you’re welcome.”

your brain short circuits.

future what?

you make a small, strangled noise, eyes widening as your face somehow gets even hotter.

“sokka!” you hiss, trying to elbow him, which doesn’t really work when you’re still pressed to him.

“anyway, we’re gonna be a while,” he adds, way too casually. he grins, completely unfazed, wiggling his brows at her.

katara’s face twists.

“oh. that’s—” she makes a dramatic gagging sound, turning away. “that’s disgusting.”

“you’re the one who walked in without even asking!” sokka retorts. “this is on you!”

“i didn’t expect to see this! i was going to tell you gran gran was looking for you guys but now i’m going to bleach my eyes.”

you cover your cheeks with your hands. “i’m so sorry.”

katara points at sokka without even looking at him. “you’re insufferable.”

“as if you and aang aren’t the same! all we’re going is cuddling in private! not even pda.” he shoots back.

“whatever! i’m leaving. please stay in here. both of you.”

“gladly. but tell gran gran i’m just warming y/n up!” he calls.

she grunt and zips the tent back up with a little more force than necessary.

“she’s so dramatic.”

“future sister in law?” you mumble at the same time.

he lets out a hum absentmindedly, like he doesn’t see the problem at all, resting his chin lightly against your head. he shifts when you don’t respond, “yeah?”

you still don’t know what to say.

his fingers tilt your chin up so you’re looking at him.

your brows furrow. “are you serious?”

sokka looks confused that you’re confused.

“i mean, of course i am,” he starts, totally calm, “katara and aang are already married.” he gestures vaguely, “so… we’re next, right?”

your heart begins pounding in your chest.

“i mean— not to rush you!” he adds quickly, “no pressure. but like… i like you. a lot. you know that. and i figured, eventually, right?”

you will your heart to behave.

you gulp. “sokka…”

he exhales shakily but still looks much too composed compared to you. a moment passes and uncertainty grows inside him, suddenly aware he might’ve said too much too fast.

“hey— shoot. you don’t have to say anything. i’m sorry. i’m not trying to freak you out.”

that helps. kind of. your hands are still clutching the furs like they’re the only thing keeping you anchored.

you take in a big breath, still trying to calm yourself down.

you try your best to get the words out but it takes a whole minute.

“no… um… i’d like that, sokka. it just caught me off guard,” you manage finally, voice small. “someday. maybe… soon?”

the second the words leave your mouth, his expression changes. his eyes widen a fraction, like it takes a second to process that you actually meant it.

and then his ears go red.

fast.

“wait,” you say, still a little shaky but suddenly more aware, “are you— are you blushing?”

“no,” he responds instantly.

you squint at him, a smile tugging at your lips.

he coughs into his hand. “i am not blushing. it’s just a little hot in here.”

you sit up a little more, and yep. he’s definitely blushing. a tinge of red is creeping up onto his cheeks the more you stare at him.

you can’t help but giggle.

“sokka!”

why was he so damn cute?

he looks away for half a second, then back at you, trying very hard to recover his usual smugness and failing.

“you can’t just say that,” he mutters.

“you were the one who started it!”

“well, yeah,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “but i didn’t think you’d actually agree like that.”

you grin up at him, unconsciously leaning into him again.

“of course i would. i like you a lot, too.”

sokka groans, pulling you closer. he’s still red and visibly flustered—but he’s smiling big because he can’t help himself.

“yeah?” he repeats, like he needs to hear it again just to believe it. his brows lift a little, stll red in the face. “you like me a lot too?”

you roll your eyes but don’t move away.

“yes, sokka. this wouldn’t me the 6th year of us dating if i didn’t like you. keep up.”

that earns a breathy laugh out of him as he pulls you in a much tighter like that answer unlocked something in his brain.

“okay,” he says quickly, trying to act normal. “okay, cool. good. great. yep.”

you laugh right in his face, “stop being so cute.”

his voice grows high pitched, “shut up. no i’m not!”

“yes you areee,” you sing.

“ugh.”

he stops trying to argue with words and goes straight for you. his hands come up to your face, thumbs brushing along your cheeks because he always knows exactly how to shut you up.

when you pout petulantly, his thumbs graze your lips.

but then a gasp jolts you out of the reverie.

“why are your lips still cold?” he asks, offended. “i thought i fixed that.”

you groan. “you’re so annoying, sokka.”

“whatever. this is unacceptable.”

“sokka—”

he doesn’t let you finish.

he kisses you without hesitation.

you let out an embarrassing noise of surprise against his lips. he immediately deepens the kiss as you part your mouth.

damn him. even after six years, he never fails to make your stomach erupt into butterflies. sokka lets out a satisfied sound against your lips af your reaction, not even bothering to hide it.

his grip cupping your face tightens just slightly. not rough, of course, just more certain.

the kiss grows messier by a mile, soft groans and wet lips echoing throughout the tent. your hands tangle into his tied up hair, pulling out both hair ties of his signature updo so you can rake your hands through his locks.

sokka’s breath catches, and this time he pulls back enough to exhale a quiet, breathy laugh against you. it’s warm, almost disbelieving, like he can’t believe this is his life.

and he has no complaints whatsoever.

his lips never leave your skin, pressing kisses along your jaw, your cheek, your chin. you shiver—not from the cold this time—tilting your head back to give him access when his warm mouth find your neck.

his hand slides down from your cheek, trailing along your shoulder. then your arm, then your side, until it lands on your thigh.

a soft, strangled noise leaves your mouth. his mouth brushes along the spot where your collarbone meets your neck, kissing a sensitive spot that makes your thighs clench involuntarily.

“sokka…” you sigh. you’re lost in the pleasure of each kiss when he pulls away to look back at you.

“yeah?”

you only shake your head, pulling him back in by tugging the roots of his soft hair.

he lets out a noise that brings butterflies to your stomach, before pressing his lips back to yours.

the next kiss is hungry and desperate. he rolls to cage you in before his hands grip at your thighs, pulling them up around his waist. it brings your body flush against his, and the friction has him groaning against your lips.

his fingers grip your waist tightly, and with immense ease, he flips you both over.

now you’re straddling him, out of breath, the furs tangled around your waist.

“mmh your lips are finally warm now…”

you only whine, annoyed that he’s bringing this up again and more turned on than you should be. he lets out a smug chuckle at the noise knowing exactly what he does to you.

your legs are trembling. the friction against his hardening length driving you crazy.

you pull back from the kiss, trying to catch your breath and restrain yourself. “i hate you.”

“you definitely love me,” he grins.

“mhm…”

you’re too far gone to be in charge of anything that comes out of your mouth.

he lets out another breathy laugh at the unconscious admission. he rolls his hips up against yours, letting you feel exactly how you’re affecting him.

you let out something dangerously close to a moan.

“yeah?” he presses another kiss to your jaw. “say it again.”

you blink through hazy eyes, “say what?”

his thumbs dig into your waist gently, eyes dark with want.

“say you love me,” he murmurs, breath hot against your lips. “because i love you. so much it’s kinda stupid.”

his grin is crooked, his cheeks suddenly red again.

your pulse skips.

you gulp, the 3 lettered phrase you want to say back heavy on your tongue.

“i love you too, sokka.”

his entire face softens, grip loosening. it’s almost like he’s hearing you say it out loud for the first time again.

“say it again,” he breathes.

you roll your eyes.

“i love you.”

he doesn’t even try to hide the way his breath hitches this time. his hands slide up to cradle your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks like he's memorizing the moment.

“cool,” he whispers. voice embarrassingly shaky. “good to know.”

you burst out laughing.

“oh my god,” you wheeze, falling forward against his chest. “you’re ridiculous.”

he hugs you tight, laughing into your hair—blushing profusely and holding you like you’re everything.

“shut up,” he mutters, voice muffled against your hair. “you’re the one who made me all mushy.”

you tilt your head up, grinning. “i didn’t make you anything. this is all you, sokka.”

he scoffs but doesn’t deny it. instead, he pulls the furs tighter around you both and settles back into the bed with a contented sigh—your body curled perfectly into his side.

“hey,” you say softly after a beat.

“hmm?”

“shouldn’t i introduce myself to your grandmother now?”

he groans dramatically.

“that can wait till tomorrow, princess.”

“no it can’t! you don’t want your grandmother to have a bad first impression of her future daughter in law, do you?”

his lips part and he lets out a heavy breath.

“oh shit. don’t say that. i’m gonna get hard again.”

“sokka!!”

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so i finally finished writing something after a month of not posting anything!! i’m sorry i keep doing this i swear i wanna be more consistent😓 also i was planning to finish the zuko fic you guys voted for first, but my brain vomited this heheh

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Back off, Bitch!! || Sokka ||

A/n: reader maybe a bit jealous.

The whole thing started because some girl, loud, giggly, very bold decided that flirting with Sokka right in front of you was a good idea.

Fun fact....It wasn’t.

You had been standing there, arms crossed, fire practically flickering at your fingertips as she leaned in just a little too close, laughing at something that wasn’t even funny. Sokka, bless him, looked confused more than anything, glancing between you and her like he was trying to solve a puzzle he absolutely did not want to be part of.

Then you stepped forward.

Slow. Calm. Smiling in a way that was not friendly with your head tilted to the side speaking through very clenched teeth.

“If you ever flirt with my boyfriend again...,” you said sweetly, voice just a little too quiet, “I’m gonna punch you again and again and again and again and again and again and again…” your fist was raised as you jerked your hand up.

The girl blinked.

Sokka blinked.

Across the space, Toph Beifong let out a snort.

“…okay, that was kinda hot,” she muttered, already entertained.

Katara grabbed your arm. “Hey...hey...maybe we don’t threaten people today—”

But the girl scoffed.

Actually scoffed.

And that?

That was the mistake.

Later....because apparently people don't listen to threats.

“I warned you, skank!!”

The fight exploded like a bomb going off.

One second it was yelling, the next you were lunging forward, hands grabbing, hair being pulled, both of you stumbling straight toward the edge of the water. She shrieked, you cackled, and then.

Splash.

You dragged her down with you, water went everywhere.

Someone screamed.

Someone cheered.

“OH MY GOD—” Katara’s voice shot up an octave. “STOP!!! STOP....THIS IS NOT HOW WE HANDLE CONFLICT—”

Toph was doubled over laughing. “NO, KEEP GOING!!! THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE—”

“Babe! No!!” Sokka shouted, pacing helplessly at the edge like he physically did not know what to do with his hands. “I don’t know how much authority I have if you get arrested!!”

“You have none!” Katara snapped at him.

Meanwhile, you had successfully dunked the girl again, coming up soaked, hair clinging to your face, eyes wild with victory as she sputtered and tried to claw her way out of your grip.

“YOU SHOULD’VE LISTENED.!!!!! I WARNED YOU!"

“GET OFF ME—”

A sudden rush of air whooshed between you as Aang finally stepped in, bending a controlled gust that physically separated you both, dragging you backward across the wet ground.

“Okay! Okay!!! everyone take a breath—!” he said, voice strained like he was trying very hard not to laugh and fail at being the responsible one.

"SHUT UP AANG!!.." You were still reaching forward. “LET ME AT HER—”

“I think she’s learned her lesson!” Aang insisted.

“She hasn’t!!”

And then suddenly, you were lifted.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Zuko said flatly, hoisting you clean off the ground and throwing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“Zuko!! PUT ME DOWN—” you kicked uselessly, still dripping water everywhere.

Behind you, the girl finally scrambled away, coughing and soaked and absolutely done.

But you weren’t.You twisted just enough, hand still clutching something, and then you held it up triumphantly.

A clump of hair.

“Ahah! GOT YOUR HAIR, BITCH!”

Toph lost it, full-on wheezing.

Katara buried her face in her hands.

Aang turned away, shoulders shaking because he was definitely laughing now.

And Sokka?

Sokka just stared at you, soaked, feral, grinning like a menace over Zuko’s shoulder and then dragged a hand down his face.

“…I mean,” he muttered, trying and failing not to smile, “on the bright side… I feel very loved right now.”

Katara dragged a hand down her face, rubbing the bridge of her nose like she was physically trying to massage the chaos out of existence. “I can’t believe she’s Zuko’s bodyguard.”

Over his shoulder, you were still squirming like a feral cat, dripping water everywhere, hair half-falling out of its tie as you pointed aggressively in the direction the girl had fled. “PUT ME DOWN! I WILL SET HER ON FIRE—”

“YOU WILL NOT!” Katara snapped immediately, turning on you with full older-sister authority.

From the sidelines, Toph Beifong threw her hands up. “Oh man, I wish I could’ve seen that! Someone give me a play-by-play, did she cry? I hope she cried.”

“She definitely screamed,” Aang said, trying and failing to sound neutral. His lips twitched. “And there was… a lot of splashing.”

“Not helping, Aang,” Katara shot back instantly.

“I mean,” Aang added, shoulders lifting in a helpless shrug, “she did warn her.”

Katara whipped around. “Aang—!”

Meanwhile, Zuko didn’t even break stride, still carrying you like this was a completely normal Tuesday. “You’re done,” he said flatly, ignoring your continued kicking.

“I AM NOT DONE—”

“You’re done.”

Behind them, Sokka jogged to catch up, still wide-eyed, still processing, but very clearly trying not to grin. “Okay, but...like...hypothetically, if someone did deserve it…”

Katara spun on him. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

Sokka raised his hands immediately. “I’m just saying there was a warning. A very clear, very repetitive warning—”

“I SAID IT LIKE SEVEN TIMES!” you yelled proudly from over Zuko’s shoulder.

Toph clapped once. “See? Communication. Healthy relationship stuff.”

Katara looked like she was about two seconds away from screaming.

“You cannot just attack people because they flirt with your boyfriend!”

“She touched his arm,” you snapped.

“She laughed at his jokes,” Toph added, like that alone was a crime punishable by death, fueling the fire.

“That’s what people do when they flirt!” Katara argued.

“Exactly!” you shot back. "That bitch knew!!!"

Aang turned away again, shoulders shaking.

Sokka rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at you, now soaked, furious, still holding that clump of hair like a trophy and then at Katara, who looked like she was aging in real time.

“…For the record,” he said slowly, trying to sound serious and failing just a little, “I didn’t like her either.”

Katara made a noise of pure disbelief.

Toph wheezed.

Zuko kept walking.

And you, still thrown over his shoulder like a menace to society, lifted the hair higher with a feral little grin.

“Worth it.”

[saveforkatsuki]

Sokka is an eater and the best to ever do it, might I add…

MDNI,  18+

The time he spends between your legs is sacred and should not be interrupted. Not even by your finger laced tightly in his hair, pushing him away because you've already come twice, and the buzz of overstimulation was making your body vibrate. No, things like that only made him dive in deeper. Locking his arms around the tops of your thighs and dragging you closer.

"Fuck— Sokka, please." You plead through broken, breathy moans. "Fuck, it's too much."

He can't even hear you, not when you're squeezing his head between your legs so tight that he has to pry them apart, and his hands there to keep you from doing it again. "Just a little more, kay baby. Just finish for me one more time."

He looks up at you through thick lashes, his pretty blue eyes hypnotizing you. And when he slips two fingers in, you're reminded that he already had you this spent with just his tongue. The combination of his fingers swiping against that special spot inside you and his lips latched to your swollen clit had you seeing stars, back arching off the mattress, and desperate cries ripping from your throat one after the other.

He moans when he's down there too, hungry, insistent moans that vibrate against your searing cunt as he laps up every drop of your salaciously sweet slick. Sokka delights in the delicious mess you make all over him when you finish, swiping his tongue over his lips just to savor the taste. "You did so well, baby."

He soothes the insides of your still trembling thighs, while smoothing his hands back and forth over your stretched out hamstring, before kissing all the way down to the tops of your feet. He always takes his time, sprinkling compliments in between kisses; "So perfect"— muah, "My pretty girl"—muah, "So good to me."

A/N: I sat on this for about a week, thinking that more would come of it... It did not. Anyways, I'm pretty distracted working on something BIG to be announced at a later time. Hint: a bit of love for our neglected boy... Yeah, I'll be pulling from my unfinished works for a while, which could be fun.

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