korra appreciation/happiness week
i need ideas for themes for each day
send them my way, with an obligatory question mark?
casual reminder that it is possible to both critically watch the Legend of Korra and love Mako at the same time (◕‿◕✿)
birds without wings
Summary: the morning of the first day of Hiroshi’s trial
Word Count: 300
A/N: quick asami-centric flash fic. likes are good, reblogs are better, commentary is best. i was thinking about this earlier and now it just kinda came to me
It flashes in her hand like a bird with silver wings and Asami blinks once, twice, at her own reflection in the mirror, a curl of hair pulled straight out between two fingers, the scissors poised. Her sleepless nights have darkened and hollowed the skin under her eyes and she’s almost stopped enjoying make-up. The colors she paints across her eyelids and her lips feel as false as smiling when they see her and ask how are you doing? Do you think you’re ready?
She has three hours left to figure that out. The trial starts at noon.
Asami lifts the scissors, opened around the strand of hair, and takes a deep breath, wondering, wondering - her hair, her mother’s hair, thick ribbons of blackness that spill through the hands of her lovers like oil, shining and shimmering and swallowing all the colors. A river at night, images sinking to the bottom - her mother, running a scented comb through it. Her mother, plucking a curl from the side of her face and laughing as it bounced. Her mother, in the casket, each wave and round strand so full of life, still, some things never really die -
Wear it down, he said. You have your mother’s hair. Your mother would’ve loved to see you all grown up, strong and graceful, just like her.
The scissors in her hands, cold and smooth like the joystick in a small cockpit: a welded metal egg full of gadgets and dials and levers to pull, how can you build something so horrible out of steel and sparks, oil and grease, an ironwork of love - ?
I see now there is no chance to save you!
Right. Asami closes her hand. Snip. The first cut is easy and the strand of hair, soft like water, dark like ink, falls from her hand.
First kiss : Bolin
Member of : The Probending Team
Best Friend : Korra
In a Relationship with : Bolin
Crushes on me : Lin
Doesn’t like me much : Tahno
First Kiss: Bolin (Hell Yea!!!! XD)
I Am A Member Of: The Triple Threat Triads
Best Friend: Asami
In A Relationship With: Korra (I am now the luckiest girl ever!!! :D <3)
Crush On Me: Bolin (<3)
Doesn’t Like Me Much: Asami (But I thought we were best friends? T_T)
First Kiss: Mako (10/10 would recommend)
Member of: Metalbending Police Force.
Best Friend: Tenzin
In a relationship with: Mako
Has a crush on you: Lin
Doesn’t like you much: Lin (???)
carry me home (I)
Summary: mako’s been missing for five days (part I of II)
Genre: what do you think
Characters: asami, bolin, korra, mako, some spares
Word Count: ~1000
A/N: i wrote fic for this. reblogs and likes and comments and all that jazz always appreciated
Asami leans back, her feet propped up on the dashboard, the street lamps casting soft orange slices of light onto her shadowy face, as Korra turns the dial on the radio, her lower lip tight and pulled between her teeth, eyebrows knit together. The radio fizzles and squeals and then turns crystal clear as the police dispatcher voice comes through, fluid and precise: code 124 on the Kya Boulevard, officers report in… khht - sending back-up, maintain your positions - khht -
“Korra, you can’t do this every night,” Asami says, looking up at the ceiling of her satomobile, fingers laced behind her head, and the quietness of her voice springs Korra’s temper like a tripwire - tense already, after five days -
Puella Magi Korra Magica: Kyubey dimension-hops and finds someone who desperately needs a wish granted.
side note for the anon who just asked me about Mako:
I wouldn’t survive in LoK fandom if I let people dictate to me what’s a no-no and what’s ok, so like who you like, ship what you want, be conscious of what’s problematic, and keep your critical thinking hat on
I get along with and am friends with people who dislike my favorite character and my favorite ship so it is entirely possible to be at peace in this fandom
don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
» Pulpo's Smut Blog
exactly what it says on the link
askbox has been re-opened but it’s not a guarantee that i’ll take your prompt
it’s the future and there’s space travel and republic city is a broad, darker than black teeming hive of life glowing with the haze of neon lights and rain; spaceships like chrome fireflies take off on the hour into the atmosphere for the moon and mars
benders are drug-enhanced supersoldiers and korra is the latest in a long-running experiment to create a supersoldier that does not require any enhancements
she goes to learn how to live like a normal human being and runs into drug runners mako and bolin who are both tatted and punked up, side-shaved heads, skinny jeans, motorcycle boots and butterfly knives tucked into their sleeves who mix pills to participate in underground boxing rings
naga is a highly versatile mecha tank
asami is the daughter of a famous engineer and she just wants to be a spaceship pilot and slips into the lower levels of the city, writing poetry with each crank of her wrench and hiss of the blowtorch as she hotrods hovercrafts and tanks for the sheer joy of taking things apart and putting them back together into something better
amon is the leader of an anarchistic cult that believes the reliance on tech and enhancements has diminished humanity, and korra is the symbol of all he despises about human accomplishment
gunmetal nights with gunmetal skies
neon lights sizzling as the rain hits them
a city bristling with people who bare their loneliness like edged teeth
mako rolls the pill onto his tongue, flattens the dust onto the roof of his mouth, shudders as the exorcistic high takes him hot and feral and kaleidoscopic with all the colors of things he can’t feel anymore and draws blood from fire as another one goes down
kite festival wip
notes: aaaaand another WIP that i will probably never finish, a light makorra drama/romance-type thing. airbenders have a kite festival for the avatar and mako wants to help but he doesn’t know jack about arts and crafts, welp.
Anywho, I wrote the beginning and stopped.
word count: ~1750
Mako loves Korra, and she loves him; this is for sure, and yet there is not much he can do to show how much he loves her. He can say it all he wants, but after a while the words I love you fit together and repeat over and over again like the cobblestones on the sidewalks – countless grey stones that pass by under his feet, drab and unchanging, as he walks by the stores whose windows are full of beautiful things he can’t buy her, and as his thoughts take on colors that he will never be able to describe in a love letter (even if he wanted to) because he still signs his name like an eight-year-old.