#sigh i should spend more time looking at sukka fics

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The fact that we don’t even get THAT much Suki within ATLA itself (bc of that people always forget to add her in the Gaang which is blasphemous!) is annoying but the way the creators just completely ignore her post ATLA is so bad! Like tell us about the happy life her and Sokk live post 100 years war, let us hear about their blade babies!!! *sigh* but on the bright side your Sukka thoughts are awesome and always make me happy. I need a time machine to take and somehow put you in charge of LOK…

Hi Anon, thank you for the ask! I agree, the lack of Suki is a tragedy! Even in her few number of scenes in ATLA, she made such an impact on the characters and helped moved the story quite a bit! All in like, what? Less than 15 episodes? Impressive.

*Audible sigh* Yeah... there's a lot that could be different with LOK, but I think it's a great starting place if you're looking for added worldbuilding and/or some new characters to fall in love with. At a certain point though, I think it's more fun to take the story you fell in love with into your own hands! That's the one thing I like about the gap between ATLA and LOK - it's up to us to kind of decide what happened! Gives us more unique content for the fandom too.

But I'm so glad you like my Sukka thoughts! They're an underrated couple that often isn't the focal point of a story, so I'm always happy to add my thoughts and ideas about them and their family. LMAO and I'm honored that you think I could help LOK, but idk Anon... I'm just speaking out into the Tumblr void! Idt the whole ATLA nation wants my LOK take. That's a lot of people to impress and more pressure lol. But hey I'll shout my silly thoughts here any day of the week! Just send a question or an idea and I'll run with it. I enjoy the conversations I'm having with you guys; it's fun coming up with ideas for different characters, and sometimes, they turn into stories!

Thank you again for sending the ask, and the kind words! Like I said I love the conversations (and I'm also a little surprised y'all aren't sick of me yet lmao!), and everyone's questions have made it easy for me to fall further in love with ATLA, so thank you for that. Hope you have a great day, and I'll leave you with another quick Sukka HC! :)

My bladebabies, Malek and Kiyoko, are obviously a mix between Sokka and Suki's personalities. Malek, while he has his father's sarcastic nature and very expressive eyebrows, he is a much calmer and more collected individual than Sokka and gets most of his demeanor from his mother. He definitely has more braincells than his father did at his age (might be because he's he oldest next gen child, though). Kiyoko sadly inherited the bad jokes and puns from her mother (she can't come up with a decent nickname to save her life), but the scatterbrained yet inventive mind of her father. It can be an interesting combo to say the least, but no one dares to make fun of her because she will whoop their ass with the help of her brother.

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Fanfic :: Take a Hint

Warning: Suki does get harassed in this fic, but it’s not overly sexual, it’s just creepy.

Title from the iconic Take a Hint from Victorious

a ‘a man catcalled me on the street and you yelled at him and i had to drag you away before things got physical’ sukka modern au

(also they’re in their 20s)

Link to AO3

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There were ten people on the bus. Suki had counted.

Ten people on this evening bus and yet this guy, with a toothpick sticking out of his mouth, decided to sit right next to her. The bus was even larger than normal, with a set of doors in the middle of the bus.

Suki leaned back in her seat, letting go of any hope at relaxing after an exhausting day on her feet. Now, she was hyper aware of the man next to her, side-eyeing every move he took in case he ended up being a creep.

She pulled out her phone and earbuds, hoping her paranoia would be for naught.

The guy broke the silence of the bus. “Hey, what’s your name?”

She stayed quiet, hoping he would take a hint. After a long day, her legs ached and her throat was sore, and she really wasn’t in the mood for discussing sexual harassment and cat-calling behaviors.

He didn’t.

“My name’s Jet. I have to say, I noticed you the minute I got on the bus. I knew I had to get your number.”

What kind of world was this guy living in that he thought he could board a bus at 8 p.m., see a stranger, and think it would end up in him getting her number?

She glanced outside, looking for the stretch of shops that indicated she was halfway through with her commute.

No such luck.

Jet seemed perfectly fine with his one-sided conversation. “You’re really pretty, you know that?”

She was about to put in her earbuds when she saw him try to subtly put his hand on her knee. It was not subtle at all; it was very obvious. He gave it a slight squeeze.

“Hey- OW!” He was cut off as she took his middle finger and snapped it back as far as she could.

She finally made eye-contact with him. He seemed surprised that she dared to rebuke him.

“Hands off.”

Nursing his hand, Jet moved back into his side of the seat, but didn’t move to a different one.

She turned back into her seat, scanning the bus, wondering if someone had noticed this. Her eyes caught another man who was leaning against one of the poles by the front of the bus, blue sweatshirt proudly proclaiming his alma mater. When she’d first got on the bus, he had caught her eyes when she’d gotten on the bus as he had several cartilage piercings and shaved hair.

They shared a look of understanding that Jet was an idiot. Her heart beat a little less fast having this moment of knowing he was terrible.

The rest of the bus ride was peaceful. Finally, she noticed the familiar landmarks proclaiming her stop was soon and she reached up and pressed the button.

She stood up, planning on waiting by the doors before the bus stopped. She picked up her backpack, bracing herself on the seat in front of her. She looked down and Jet still hadn’t moved. He looked up and grinned in such a way that Suki felt she needed a shower.

“Excuse me,” she said.

He shifted so his legs were in the aisle, but he was still sitting. The look on his face told her he knew what he was doing, forcing her to shuffle pass. which was the last thing she wanted to do.

She tried again, adding more force to her words, “Excuse me.”

Nothing.

Plans for the best escape route were just forming in her head, when the man in the blue hoodie walked over. A frown graced his face as he put an arm on Jet’s shoulder.

“It’s her stop, asshole.”

Jet tore his gaze from her, frowning at the other man. “Why are you getting involved?”

“Because, you clearly can’t take all of the hints she has been laying at your feet the whole bus ride, so I’ve decided to spell it out for you; get up.”

Jet just sank further into his seat. “I’m not doing anything wrong.”

“Yes, you are!” Suki cried out, finally at her limit. “Just stand up like a normal person!”

Jet held up his hands as the bus rolled to a stop. “Look, I think you’re both overreacting.”

“Get up, or I’m making you get up,” Blue Hoodie said.

Suki caught Blue Hoodie’s eyes and she could tell he wasn’t bluffing. If this got physical, the bus driver would probably have to report it and the three of them would be forced to wait for police so they could make statements. Not only did Suki not want to deal with police, she did not want to spend any more time in Jet’s company.

So, against the protests from her legs, Suki vaulted over her seat, barely missing the ceiling, and landed awkwardly on the seat behind her. She gingerly leapt off into the aisle.

From the front of the bus, the bus driver shouted, “Hey!” followed by the hiss of the bus’s brakes.

“Sorry!” she called, before nudging Blue Hoodie out of his wide-eyed stare.

“It’s alright,” the bus driver said, opening the doors, “We get folks like him all the time.”

As Jet sputtered behind her, she hopped off the bus, taking a moment to appreciate the night air, finally free of that stuffy bus.

Her moment of peace was soon ruined as she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder.

She jumped and spun around, coming face to face with Blue Hoodie, who had his hands up.

“Ah, damn, that was my bad, I- Sorry, are you okay?” he asked, as the bus drove away.

The sudden contact after nearly half an hour of dealing with Jet was just too much. He was tired, she was hungry, and she wanted to disappear into her pajamas.

She knew she should thank him for intervening, not many people would have tried to help, but what came out was, “I’m perfectly capable of handling myself, you know that?”

“Oh, I- I never meant to imply that! He just…” He sighed. “We’re getting off on the wrong foot, my name’s Sokka. That guy was just getting on my nerves. And I hate seeing any person get harassed, but I would hate if my sister was being cat-called and no one intervened.”

She raised an eyebrow, “So you only care because you have a sister?”

“No! No, I-” the man face-palmed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make this awkward. I just wanted to help you out. I’ll let you get home.”

Suki frowned as he left the bus stop. He seemed genuinely sorry for being perceived as that kind of guy. Plus, he was walking in the same direction as her apartment building and she didn’t want an awkward walk home.

“Wait!” Suki called out, making the man stop. “I did appreciate your help.”

She could just make out his smile in the light of the streetlamp.

“But,” she continued, “it’s much more effective if you don’t get physical with the harasser.”

He frowned. “But I didn’t.”

“But you were going to.” She moved closer to him as she talked, “It’s best to talk to the person being harassed and make sure they’re okay and see if you can first get them out of the situation.”

He nodded, and she could practically see him filing away the information for later. “Okay,” he flashed her a smile. “Thank you.”

There was a beat of silence between them, with the only sounds around them being the sounds of the city.

Sokka said, “Can I take you out for a drink? I think you deserve it after tonight.”

She considered it, briefly. He was nice and clearly meant well, but then was hit with a wave of exhaustion. “Another night, give me your phone.”

He did and she put in her phone number. She handed them back.

“Suki, huh? That’s a nice name.”

She smiled, one of her first genuine smiles that night.