#feel free to ask me about mako

[klonoadreams]

Is shanks going to leave mako and uta with luffy? Does this mean they'll be part of the asl siblings? How do you think harp will feel about the free grandkids dropped on his doorstep?

Uhh...yes and no. Yes for Mako, no for Uta. Garp just hella annoyed about Mako like, why did you give me this little criminal as she's gnawing on his fist. But he loves her anyways, thinks she might be more understanding than Luffy, realizes that oh no, there's two of them. And Garp just goes "Fuck me side ways." and proceeds to just get her gifts cuz he has a softer spot for her, but also hoping it keeps her from biting him because DAMMIT, he doesn't want to spend the evening pulling out the fragments of her teeth out of his fist and clothes - he can't ignore it like others do. THE SENSATION FUCKS WITH HIS SENSORY ISSUES.

This is what I call the Mihawk approach, where you effectively bribe Mako with candy and little gifts to get her to behave. She'll be a little shit still, but she'll hold back here and there. :V

Anyways, I just finished watching One Piece RED and I'm devastated but also, this is where the butterfly comes through for Uta.

Remember, because Shanks was in the West Blue for a while, taking care of Mako, he and his crew didn't come across baby Uta. So Uta had a very terrible time with the pirates she was with, as she was just effectively used to earn money for her singing and otherwise do chores.

She ends up still with the Red Hair Pirates and otherwise adopted by Shanks, when they come across her and the pirates that have her try to start shit with them. and Mako is just "Keep, keep!!" like she sees this filthy little girl who is older than her, and she senses so much HURT, that she's just "hey, come with."

And of course, it takes much, much time for Uta to wind down since she's in fight or flight mode, much like Sanji. Which is why the two definitely get along.

though, by the time Shanks heads to Foosha, it's just Robin, Uta, and Mako that's left on the ship. Sanji's left for the Orbit, and Law has, unfortunately, gotten his Ope Ope no Mi to save his life (with a cost).

We still got what happened on Elegia, except you got Mako and Robin who were there to help out when shit went down, so they know exactly how Uta's devil fruit works, but they don't know the real truth behind the destruction.

what you effectively got is survivors on the island, but more of a Naruto post Kyuubi attack, with some people being in the know about Uta and the attack, and those that don't, keep their distance from her because of what they see from others, and even if that wasn't the case, the fact that she came from Shanks, who took the blame for it, then...YEAH.

Uta's not in a good headspace, but...she's a lot less idealistic and a bit more stable in that sense, but she GENUINELY wants to help people because she's BEEN through what they've been through this time from her own experience. The wake shrooms just do a damn good job at making her less emotionally stable, the more that she eats after all.

and because I say so, she gets to live. SHE GETS TO FUCKING LIVE, the difference of having people to communicate around with knowledge of the devil fruit, thus also cutting the time it took a bit more. So she gets to fall asleep after all is done. And just rest up.

I'M STILL HURT, UTA WAAHHHHHH

Mako and Uta are both alike, in that they've both been left behind by Shanks. but the difference is that Mako kept her dream, while Uta moved on from hers. When they meet up again, you can definitely imagine the slight betrayal, like "WHY DIDN'T HE TAKE ME TOO"

"HE LEFT ME BEHIND TOO. HE LEFT THE BOTH OF US BEHIND."

and they're both crying and hugging. They're especially close sisters god dammit.

[jade-of-mourning]

Tenzin stares down at the scowling, scrawny kid. He's dressed in a patched grey shirt bound hastily at the forearms, equally-patched trousers hanging off his frame despite the long length of his skinny legs, and his feet are currently bare aside from some more dirty wrappings around the arch and heel. A shockingly red scarf loops around his neck, several times too-big and frayed at the ends. He's maybe fourteen or fifteen despite the heavy grey lines underscoring his features, because there's a familiar despair written in the recurring story — prominent cheekbones sticking out of his thin, pointy face, lips chapped and pale from the freezing winter nights of Republic City, gold-flecked brown eyes glaring back at him defiantly. 

And he's in a pair of handcuffs.

"So this is the one, you say," he addresses to the woman standing next to him. Her arms are crossed against her chest, a glare plastered across her face — precisely mirroring that of the scrappy boy handcuffed to the table in front of them. They're having an intense stare-down.

If he didn't know any better, he'd almost think this was her kid.

(But he knows all too well that he's not.)

Lin Beifong scowls. "Fucker tried to hit Jian with lightning after spotting her during a stakeout on a Triple Threats warehouse. He then managed to single-handedly fight off three officers while the rest of the gang bailed, looking like a feral, lightning-happy pyromaniac while at it —" The feral, lightning-happy pyromaniac looks pleased for a moment, before promptly dropping back into a glower "— and when I sent a cable at him from the back, he shot a pillar out of the concrete ground to block it."

"How do you know it was him?" Tenzin asks. 

"I know the motions. I am an earthbender, in case you forgot."

"Perhaps there was another man waiting behind to assist his escape, who earthbent the ground upon seeing his comrade in danger."

Lin grunts. "The team split when the cowards scrammed, and managed to capture a few of the accomplices. None of those fleeing were in the vicinity by the time the incident occurred."

"There could have been more of them involved than just the ones you saw fleeing the scene," Tenzin suggests.

"We were in the middle of a stakeout, Tenzin. If you need a definition, a stakeout is a period of time where the police conduct surveillance on —"

Tenzin cuts her off, conceding before she can keep going on at him. "Understood. But how can you know for certain that there weren't other members coincidentally passing through who elected to lend a hand?"

Lin acknowledges the point; the outside world doesn't come to a standstill when there's a fight inside. "One of the captured men said that the kid is Zolt's protege, which adds up with the frequency of which I see him in the aftermath of incursions. They're shamelessly bitter about him being the boss' favorite, and they clearly don't hold any well-regards towards him, so they don't have reason to offer assistance, aside from attempting to curry favor from a fourteen year old — and no faces were shown to that point, so that's out of question. Besides, they're gangsters. What sense of loyalty to each other do you really think they have?"

"More than you've got to the city." Both Tenzin and Lin whip their heads around in surprise at the low, raspy voice, having forgotten of the boy's presence during their back-and-forth. He looks almost like he wants to curl inwards on himself, but instead raises his chin higher up and manages to glare at them with even more force, if possible. "You police ain't done shit for us. You're all the same purposefully ignorant bastards. That's how we get here, but you knew that." The subject of we goes unsaid; all three of them in the closed metal room know precisely what he's talking about.

"So are you saying that one of your loyal friends stayed behind and bent that earth for you?" Lin demands, ignoring the jab at her dignity. Tenzin knows she's retracted the heel of her uniform, searching for a heartbeat.

The boy leans back in the chair flippantly. "Nah," he says curtly. "They're smart enough. None of 'em would stick 'round for me." It's contrary to the earlier claim of mutual loyalty, but unsurprising.

"So it was you," Tenzin concludes.

"I never said it was."

"Then who else could it have been?" The frustration is bubbling up in him, the way it always has since he was a kid; Dad had always laughed and said that he must've gotten it from his mother, quick to anger and full in force, but Tenzin has never been able to quell the feeling down despite his best efforts to be more like his father.

"Bet it was one of your cop cronies." There's something intense and unhinged and wild in the kid's half-pyrite eyes, almost glowing in the gleeful challenge. "Pro'ly got bored of the metal rod permanently stuck up your ass n' thought it'd be funny if —"

"Young man! You will not speak of —"

"I'm jus' sayin' —"

"Enough." Lin slams her fist down on the table, and the light in the boy's eyes dims in an instant. "I've had enough of your hog-monkey shit. Either you be straight with me and we can settle this quickly, or I'm holding you here as long as I deem necessary."

Which can be a very long time, goes unsaid.

Tenzin inspects the kid carefully, sees the minute way his shoulders slump down, and suddenly, all he can see in front of him is Jinora, hunching in on herself as her parents lecture her about not feeding her dinner to the sky bison. He doesn't know why — after all, this is a lightning-bending gangster, almost certainly raised by the streets in poverty and desperation; he couldn't be further from Tenzin's family.

But.

He's still just a kid.

Beneath all that bravado, those bitter, biting words, the degenerate behaviour that brought him here in the first place, the skin stretched too-thin over bones jutting out of his face — the harsh exterior is made to protect a kid who's seen too much. Tenzin knows that for certain.

And Tenzin is suddenly tired, because the boy is right. There's a reason that kids like him run with gangs, learn to fight dirty and low and vicious, and he's not naive enough to believe that it's not in-part due to their own failure as adults in power. He places a hand on Lin's shoulder — a silent request for her to step back and trust him. She looks over at him, green eyes meeting blue, and he's struck by how beaten down she looks by this conversation despite her infallible presence. Despite their time away from each other, despite the inevitable fallout that halved their world together like a splintering ravine and left no chance of reprieve, she knows him. 

She steps back.

Tenzin seats himself at the table as Lin moves to the corner of the room. Takes a deep breath to steady himself, tries to channel the way his father always made people feel like everything would be alright. "Young man," he says in a reasonable tone, "please, let's try again. Would you be willing to tell me your name?"

"It's —"

"Mako," the boy interjects before Lin can finish for him, take his autonomy, eyes dropping to the table. There's an unmistakable air of defeat around him, one at total odds of the snapping, feral boy described and seen from before. "My… My name's Mako. Why's it matter to you?"

Tenzin nods resolutely, ignoring the question. "Well, Mako. I have a proposal for you — one that should keep you out of the police station." 

A raised eyebrow.

Once it's out of his mouth, he can't retract it. He knows that there will be consequences for speaking without consulting Pema, Lin, his kids.

But his heart is telling him that this is right. Not just that it's the right thing to do, but also that the kid sitting handcuffed to the table in front of him is the Avatar. He can see it in his eyes, hard and resentful and gold-brown and so different from his father's, yet still the same in some inexplicable way. Reconciling the idea of this lightning-bending gangster of a street kid with the man who co-founded this city is… overwhelming, and Tenzin would almost rather blow this situation off and let himself live in remembering his father for who he is, not for whoever Mako turns out to be. But Tenzin has a duty to the world, and a duty to his father, and so he will ensure that he does the new Avatar right.

"I would like to invite you to stay on Air Temple Island for the time being. We can discuss the objective after I am able to gather the resources necessary to run an evaluating test. Do you accept?"

Mako glances over at Lin; Tenzin resists the urge to do the same. He doesn't need her approval for this — it's his home, and he knows what he's doing. He can't read the thoughts behind the boy's eyes as they flick between the two adults who hold an infinite amount of power over him, can't follow what internal strife might be occurring in his head.

Then Mako shrugs, an abrupt, jerky motion. "Sure."

Lin Beifong throws her hands up in the air, and leaves the interrogation room. She can't be bothered to deal with this; it's five in the morning. She needs some fucking sleep.

my ao3 (but it's not posted there)

sorry this was a crack idea i had while practicing piano and i had to crank it out. i Might write a series of oneshots on this if i get too inspired lol (similar to what empty shores was supposed to be)

yes bolin is alive in this au, yes i have an unfortunate amount of ideas, yes i'm still writing my normal conceivable-to-complete fics.

if tenzin thought korra was hard to work with, he is going to have a blast with mako, who comes pre-packaged with fifty times more trauma that korra had when she pulled up to air temple island. (and is also prone to stealing, and running away, and murder as necessary, probably.) (this is going to be so terrible on all sides until it gets better!)

[kingwuko]

If you're still doing the wip word activity thing, here's some words

king, queen, scared, lost, want

Absolutely I am always ready and eager to share something from my WIPs!!!

Ooooooo this is from something ✨new✨ I'm working on!

 And you’ll need to do it before he’s crowned King.

Some Wu & Korra friendship coming your way.

Korra wasn’t sure what the Earth Queen might have done or said to Wu, but whatever it was, it had really rattled him.

Something from Windswept

It was scary, but he’d been with Dad so he hadn’t felt scared for long.

Oh man 'lost' is tough I had a few. I think this one is fun, some brother drama.

Mako’s whole life, from the day they lost their parents, he had been putting out Bolin’s fires.

OKAY I had a TON to choose from for 'want'. Like, A LOT. So the one I picked is actually from the same ✨new✨ work as the 'king' sentence, AND this is the sentence right before the 'king' one!!

If you want to get the job done without getting caught, you’re going to have to find a way to get him alone.

[tallwaifuonline]

Korra x Fem!Reader

"Should tell my boyfriend what I've been doing, thinking of you while I screw him." Yes just becouse of that edit I'm writing this, take in the mako scene where Korra tells him that when he's with Asami he thinks of her. So yeah enjoy<3

Content: SMUT, Sub!Reader, Dom!Korra, Cheating (And Getting Caught), Fingering, Hair Pulling, Arguing, Spanking, Alcoholism, Drunk Sex, Guilt, Oral (Receiving), Empty Bottle Used To Penetrate.

What was I doing?.. this is Mako's girlfriend, and I'm dating Asami, but why em I here, kissing Korra in my small bedroom, I thought when we pulled away from the kiss, panting softly as she was hovering over me, as she leaned in to kiss me again I put my index finger against her lips stopping her from getting closer, "What are we doing.." I spoke as I moved my index finger away and I sat up. As she looked at me in the eyes.

Her eyes shinning with the moonlight of the opened window in my room as she responded "having a little fun, is that so bad?" Korra asked with a innocent voice but she had a mischevious grin on her face. I then moved her to the side and got up, I needed to leave but where? This was my house and my room.. I sighed softly "we can't do this, your with Mako and I'm dating Asami.. I think you drank too much" I spoke up looking at Korra.

Her mischevious grin never leaving her face as she got up "they don't need to know about this.." she spoke as she held my face in her hand, holding my cheek as she moved closer to kiss me again but I moved away "are you even listening to what I'm saying?" I asked looking up at her, "Mako and Asami will come by later after groceries were supposed to have a sleepover.. we can't just-" I was speaking as then Korra interrupted my speech "we can't just have sex?" She finished my words as I looked up at her.

"I'd be quick. They don't need to know" Korra said again as she then moved me pinning me against the wall, as I blushed slightly her strong hands holding me against the wall "and admit it.. you always think about me. When your with her you think about me.. or em I wrong?" Korra asked with a smirk.

"Plus don't act like you don't enjoy it" she said as she moved her hand to my lower body and then her hand entered my pants, as she started to touch my clit over my already soaked pantys "I know you love this.. you love my touch, not Asami's." She spoke, as I whined letting out a gasp as I felt her touch on my clit.

"Korra we- can't-" I spoke but she then kissed me on the lips, as I leaned into the kiss.. I couldn't not kiss her.. she was right, I was thinking of her when I am with Asami, about her lips.. her hands.. those strong biceps and those thighs.. as she pulled away a little from the kiss "see? Your loving it.." Korra said with a smirk as she kept kissing me, as she drew circles on my clit.

After a few seconds of kissing we were back on the bed, Korra over me with her top and pants off, her breasts exposed as I was blushing feeling my face was hot. I was fully exposed. My breasts exposed to the freezing cold air that came through the opened window, the breeze was more then enough to have my nipples hard but my body was warm from the inside..

I was so turned on as I looked up at Korra as she then went down to my breasts kissing and then sucking on my hard and sensitive nipples as I whined softly, trying to keep my moans low.. as Korra started to massage my other breast with her free hand, as she took off her pantys she took mine off as she then pulled the covers over us becouse of the cold night, as she still sucked onto my nipples she maintained her eyes on me. She was staring into my eyes with desire..

As I whined softly the music on the background then changed, as it now played 'Don't go insane by DPR Ian' the music low and I arched my back as Korra then moved her lips to my neck, kissing and sucking on it lightly not caring to leave a mark. "Korra.." I said softly as I moaned softly her name.

Korra opened my legs as she was now in between them, as I looked up at Korra, the night light shinning on her face and her tights since the room was dark. She then pressed her clit against mine as I whined softly, she started to thrust her hips up and down against my wet pussy as my wet juices combined with hers, out wet juices mixing into one as I whined softly covering my mouth. As Korra kept moving her hips going a little rough and faster as she was hovering on top of me.

I whined as she held me down in place rubbing our pussy's together as I moaned softly, she grunted lightly as she moved a bit more quickly as she looked into my eyes smirking as she panted and grunted lightly as she moved against my cunt. Both of us moaning softly the music covering our moans slightly.

As she quickened her thrusts I moaned a little higher but she covered my mouth her hand "as much as I wanna hear those pretty and sweet moans.. we can't risk the neighbors" Korra spoke with a smirk as she went faster as I moaned against her hand, as she then moved her free hand to my clit as she started to rub on it, making me arch my back.

As I moaned softly I was about to cum already "g-gonna cum" I whined softly as I took her hand away from my mouth as she stopped completely, with a smirk on her face I whined.. I was needy.. "Korraaa.." I whined looking up at her as she smiled shushing me, as she then leaned on the edge of the bed and took out her glass bottle of beer that she finished, Mako and Asami went to get more as she smirked. Rubbing the start of the bottle against my cunt, as a few drops of beer fell onto my clit.

Korra smiled as she went down and licked the small drogs of beer on my clit as she then stayed there licking my pussy as I whined and placed my hand on her hair, as I whined she then stuck two fingers inside my aching tight hole. As I moaned softly I looked down at Korra.

As she thrusted her fingers in and out she stretched my hole out, as she had the bottle on her other hand she kept licking my clit her tongue moving fastly. I moaned louder holding onto my sheets, as then the door was opened roughly, a few bottles falling on the ground in a bag, some breaking and some staying okay. As I looked up I saw Mako and Asami, and Bolin as they all looked at me and then Korra stuck her head out. Looking at Asami with a challenging gaze, "Asami it's not what it looks like!" I said a bit worried but Korra held onto my legs making me stay in place, Asami started to cry and ran away as Mako didn't say anything and went after her, Bolin just whisperd "so hot.." as he then closed the door of the bedroom.

Frustrated I whined softly, Korra smirking up at me as she just kept eating me out as I whined softly, I was too concentrated on Korra to think about anything else as she took her fingers out she then placed the bottle smirking as she then took me by surprise as she pushed the entry of the bottle of beer inside of me, making me moan as I held onto the sheets moaning and whimpering as she thrusted the bottle in and out of me rapidly, so fast and rough as she kept eating my cunt.

I felt bad for Asami.. as the guilt eated me out, in a literal way.. as I moaned enjoying it I still felt guilt build up but Korra ate me out so well.. I couldn't control myself as I arched my back and threw my head back moaning. As she thrusted the empty beer bottle faster inside me as I groaned and moaned.

After we were done I walked out of my house seeing Asami crying as Mako comforted her as I walked up to her "Asami I'm sorry.. you shouldn't have seen that.." I spoke as I looked at her "I.. I'm really sorry and.. I regret it.." I spoke as then someone else spoke "no she doesn't. She enjoyed it actually" Korra spoke with a grin as she was leaning against the door frame. "She moaned so loud we might even bother the neighbors.. sorry Asami guess I took two of yours and made them mine." Korra said with a mischevious smirk.

"Korra!" I spoke looking at her a little shocked, "what? It's true.. and you know it." Korra said as she looked at Asami, as Mako looked at Korra and me angrily "just leave her alone, were leaving. Dont. Ever. Contact us again." Mako said angrily as she left with Asami.

I watched as Asami left, as I sighed softly looking at her leave with Mako I looked back at Korra who put her arm around me, as she grabbed my chin she made me kiss her, I pulled away and left going into the house. "Hey don't get mad with me. You wanted it too as much as I did" Korra said as she followed me into the house.

"Korra shut up" I spoke as I looked at her "look.. it was fun, yes I enjoyed it but it was still wrong for us to cheat on them. Don't you love Mako?" I asked looking at Korra "No, I love you.." Korra spoke, "Korra please.." I said as I turned my back on her. "I'm going to sleep.. so let's leave this at that." I spoke as Korra stud there, as I left. And went into my room alone sighing as I sat on my bed, going to sleep.

[wukoweek2025]

Wuko Week 2025 Prompts

Thank you everyone for your submissions and your votes! Here is the official prompt list for Wuko Week 2025:

Day • 1 Feb 23:

Wedding • Carry Me? • Domestic

Day 2 • Feb 24:

Vacation • Clothes Switch • Growing Old

Day 3 • Feb 25:

Longing/Pining • Angst • Comfort

Day 4 • Feb 26:

Childhood • Your Favorite Book/Show/Movie AU • Modern AU

Day 5 • Feb 27:

Love Language • Smut • Unholy Bedroom Tango

Day 6 • Feb 28:

Double/Triple Date • Genuine Laugh • Smoothies

Day 7 • March 1:

Crime Solving Duo • Sparring • Wu Saves Mako

Day 8 • March 2:

Pride • Firsts • FREE DAY

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[heartilywrites]

Hey! I was wondering if you can write korra as a hockey player x reader. Have Korra lend the reader her hockey jersey for the game (and Korras like omg she’s in my jersey MY JERSEY) and it’s the first time the readers going to the game and have Asami, Mako ,Bolin, and Opal explain the game to the reader. They all know that Korra has feelings for the reader heheheee. But at the end of the game have Korra confess her feelings for the reader after the huge win. (Feel free to add smut afterwards in Korras apartment if you wish). Thanks love!

،، 𝓘cy heart ; Korra

request guide | masterlist

resume: where Korra wins over and over in one night.

content warning: fluff ; Korra x fem!reader ; this could count as modern!au, i think??? ; no nation nor bending status mentioned for r ; my poor understanding of hockey ; ¡¡MDNI!! (fingering, oral > r receiving ; top!Korra, bottom!reader ; use of 'good girl') ; no use of y/n

wc: 3.2k

a/n: HELLO MY LOVE ight im sorry first for taking so long with your request and second because I have no idea of how hockey works, I'm more of a football/soccer gal, but hopefully I did justice. I read this ask ONCE before going to docs to write it and thought you asked me for smut instead of saying it was optional,,, I added it anyways, it's a win-win situation y'all get smut and i get to practice my writing– THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING, LOVE, ENJOY:D

“ Baby, you got me tumbling around you, stand up to fall down.

A grimace was painting your face while you looked at yourself in the mirror, the outfit looked great, but it didn’t feel complete… Something was missing. Your eyes began to wander around your room just to bump into the jersey you were lent by the captain of the Otter Penguins and a big smile started to grow in your lips. That was it.

The night before you were invited by one of your friends to her game, claiming how it was important to her and how your presence would help her win and how could you say no to her? Korra was one of your dearest friends, you appreciated her so much. Your hands lifted up the piece and took it to your nose; you could still smell the girl’s scent on it, it was fading away, but you could still feel it and for now, it was enough.

Korra and you had been close to each other for some time now and both had cultivated feelings towards each other, you were sure they were just your typical friendly love, but Korra was convinced she did have feelings towards you. You, who occupied her mind almost all day, the one who made her smile with your mere existence and her team knew, just like her own friends did, everyone was aware but you and she didn’t really mind it, but it sometimes made her feel down, she wanted you to reciprocate, she needed you to reciprocate so her heart would feel at ease finally. So she made up a plan to invite you to her final season game to tell you after the match about her feelings for you… Easy, right?

The air horn indicating the beginning of the game made everyone at the stadium cheer. You took your food in one hand and the large cup of beer in the other to start making your way to your seat next to the rest of Korra’s friends. The captain had reserved the whole front seat for you five, above the bench of her team so she could have a good look at you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What the fuck was that!?” Mako’s voice sounded when an offside was pointed for Korra’s team. “That wasn’t an offside!”

Your head turned to the girls making company, Opal smiled at you. “The defense crossed before the disc.” she explained to you while you nodded, the brothers were screaming like their lives depended on it.

After accepting Korra’s invitation to the game, you had found yourself almost having a crisis when you remembered you didn’t know a single thing about such sport, thankfully Asami and Opal had been invited too to the game and when they saw you with a confused look on your face both girls assured you they would explain the game to you.

A small break was announced to have a change of members, your eyes turned down to the characteristic blue jersey and made sure it was clean.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Would you look at that,” Korra’s voice said when you tried on the jersey the first time. “It fits like a glove on you… You look beautiful.” Such comment made your face burn.

You decided a second before going out that maybe you should show Korra how much you support her and the team, after all, that’s what friends do, don’t they? Wear the piece of clothes lent by the other after one claimed how they had another jersey and how you could keep that one, totally friendly.

Blue eyes looked over to the public and with such great timing both orbs bumped into each other, you smiled big and waved at her before giving her thumbs up. Korra felt like the air on her lungs got caught at your sight, how you looked so ethereal with her jersey on, it was her jersey… Hers! Korra’s! Her number was on your back and sleeves! Her name is displayed for everyone to see it! She smiled back at you before adjusting her mouthguard at the same time the air horn sounded again. Your silhouette gave her the motivation to play with her whole and just like that, the marker changed drastically in her favor.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Where was that in the first half!?” Bolin exclaimed in a mix of offense and excitement when seeing his friend play with everything.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You know, she has her periapt now.” Asami’s voice answered over the screams making everyone giggle, you turned confused to her and she just smiled big.

Ignoring the small exchange, your eyes turned to the game again only for them to be met by the Otter Penguins’ captain being pushed over, making her trip. The whole row stood up screaming indignant at the other player and referee, you included. Korra was sent to the bench to compose herself and make sure she was alright, you took advantage to walk over to her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You okay, cap?” your voice made her heart skip a bit, while she took off her helmet and mouthguard to look over her shoulder to you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “All good, cutie.” she answered with a big smile, now that she was closer, Korra admired the way her jersey made you look. “You look extra beautiful tonight.”

Your cheeks began to burn, you smiled funnily her way. “You think? Borrowed this old thing, doesn’t it look good?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It does,” Korra’s voice sounded as if she was out of air, it definitely was because of you, but if you asked her at that moment she would say it was because of the match. “It makes your eyes pop, that Korra girl has to be fortunate to have you wear her jersey.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, she is.” you continued her game, giggling. “She won’t find a better cheerleader than me.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yeah, I can confirm that.” before you could continue, Korra’s name was called back on the ice, she started to put everything back. “Tonight’s win will be in your honor, cheerleader, so you better pray we do win. I don’t want to look dumb after this.”

Your laugh was now heard, Korra felt like she just recharged her energy after such small conversation. After putting everything back on, she winked your way and you sent her a playful kiss.

The last twenty minutes Korra played like her own life depended on that one win, every once in a while she shot glances at you only to be met by a very enthusiastic you screaming and holding hands with both Asami and Opal at your sides. The last minute began to count down and you were biting your lower lips with such nervousness that you were sure you’d hurt yourself.

The captain was dominating the field, she was making her so famous move while her own mind was praying to everything out there asking to score, the thunder made by her stick made everyone hold their breaths and just as the game finished, the disc hit right into the net. The whole side for the Otter Penguins erupted in screams and cheers, Korra herself felt such relief that her limbs relaxed just in time to be lift up by her teammates, in the public seats her friends were all hugging each other as if they were the once playing the match and winning it, you included of course. When the whole team went to the showers, Bolin suggested waiting for Korra outside of them; they, with a valid reason, took their time to get out since they were celebrating by themselves. Around forty minutes later, she came out to be met by five sets of arms hugging her to the point she feared to be suffocated, but just when she was about to scream at you all, everyone took a step back… Almost everyone, Bolin did take his time to let go.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Great game, Korra!” Mako exclaimed, smiling big and tapping his brother’s shoulder. “Bo, let her go, she needs her space.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I’m just so proud of her,” with a broken voice he answered. “I remember when I took her to practice and she was just a newbie.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Bolin,” in a warning tone, Korra called for him and he finally let go. “Thank you, guys, for coming to see me tonight… I really needed your support.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Ours? All of us?” Asami asked in a funny tone, Korra’s eyes shot fiercely to her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Thanks for the seats and invitations!” Opal was quick to intervene with a big smile. “It was the best experience… Should we celebrate at our usual place, guys?”

Everyone opened their mouths to answer, but Korra was faster to talk. “Thanks, guys, but I think not tonight… How about we take all day tomorrow to celebrate? I’m free.”

Almost as if everyone shared a thought, a nod and affirmations words were said. The group started to say their goodbyes to each other and the captain to start going back home, you were one of the last that made the attempt to leave and were stopped by the southerner calling your name. You turned back around with a curious look.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Want to celebrate with me tonight?” She asked, you frowned a bit. Korra just said she wanted to go home, but when you saw the opportunity to be alone with her, a big smile painted your lips.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Sure, I don’t have anything better to do.” Korra herself smiled big too and rushed to your side to start walking to her place.

The walk was filled with you saying how amazing she played tonight, how it was fun to assist one of her games and how you expected to be invited to more. Korra was almost silent looking at you with such fond smile that made your face grow hotter with each minute passing by. In the way you had bought food to eat once both were at the captain’s home and so the dinner passed as it was nothing; now sitting by the couch, facing each other, you let your head rest on your arm while Korra was talking so enthusiastically about her sport. Own eyes examining the ice blue colored ones, that spark of excitement she had when she talked about her team or how much she loved hockey and the beautiful smile her lips formed when talking about her hobbies were so present, your mind started to wander around how they felt, were her lips soft? Warm? Were they sweet or did they have a spicy taste after eating the noodles you bought? Will she-.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Are you okay?” Korra called your attention, making you snap out of whatever trance you fell into. Embarrassed when you realize your eyes were fixated on Korra’s lips, you smiled and nodded.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I am, I’m sorry.” your own hand scrubbed your face. “I zoned out, you were talking and I zoned out, I’m sorry, I’m such a bad friend and-”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I love you.” Suddenly, Korra dropped the bomb when she saw how cute you looked all bashful, your words all vanished and wide eyes were looking at her now.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You… What?” you asked back like you didn’t hear her the first time, but you needed a confirmation.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I love you.” She repeated without a problem. “I have loved you since… Pretty much the day we met, remember when you dropped your coffee on me? I one hundred percent started to love you since that-”

Now you didn’t let her finish, your impulses were stronger than your self control and your lips looked to hoard hers all to yourself meeting the answers to your own questions in a matter of seconds. Her lips were soft, sweets with specks of spice thanks to the food and they knew their way around your own lips as if they had already met before that day. Her tongue was inspecting your mouth without asking permission beforehand, but you didn’t mind at all.

Korra’s hands held your waist in such a hurry, making you lay completely on your back while she creeped on top of you. Your legs allowed her to accommodate between them, a small sigh made a sound on your chest and she smiled. When your lungs asked impatiently for air, you took the opportunity to attend the skin on her neck, savoring her with such delight and making small moans vibrate on her throat; wet kisses were making a trail on her, one of her hands snuck under your jersey to let her palm meet new territory and was met with your chest bear naked, you pulled away to look at her with a smile while her eyes were curious.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Didn’t feel like using a bra.” you justified yourself with a small and funny giggle, your own hands pulled over the shirt Korra was wearing at that moment and when you tried to take away your own jersey, she stopped you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Leave it on, I want to see you all messed up in my jersey.” she explained, your heart skipped a beat to such command and of course you followed with obedience.

Now her lips were the ones claiming yours with desperation while her hands moved quickly to get rid of your pants. Cold hands were caressing against your warm skin making you moan under your breath, a familiar heat between your thighs grew thanks to the moves of the hockey player on top of you.

At first she planned to continue with the make out session, but almost as if she was hearing the most unhinged thoughts you were having about her, her lips began to leave wet kisses on the skin of your neck just like you did with her and such cold fingers were playing with the elastic of your underwear. Unintelligible whispers were mouthed by you making Korra smile with devotion, the hand playing took the next step to have contact with your intimity and a whimper was clearly heard alongside a small shiver at the difference of temperatures. The captain’s fingers were quickly soaked in your own fluid, her face went back to your eye level and a spark of lust was easily differentiable on her eyes.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You’re so cold.” you managed to tell her with a small smile, the girl arched one of her eyebrows.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “How about you be a good girl and warm me up, darling?” she whispered over your lips making your heart beat faster. You had no idea how, but your head nodded to the question.

Middle and ring finger were playing to trace your outer lips first, impatiently your own hand tried to pull her arm closer, Korra giggled to the action. Slowly she thrusted both digits into you to later on spread them apart with the same sluggishness she inserted them at first, excited heaven colored orbs were watching you moan under her body and move your hips against her hand, unconsciously asking for more from her. Just as you looked at her put a lock of hair behind her ear that was falling over her face, with no warning her thumb pressed over your palpitating clitoris; your mouth widened a bit more and she took the opportunity to attack your mouth by biting your lower lip, always being careful, and a moment later her mouth explored yours again like she hasn’t done it before.

Her thumb started to make moves softly in circular ways, working you up to an orgasm. Her hand was moving like she knew how to have you the way she wanted and her lips were swallowing all the moans and whimpers she was able to tear from you. When Korra felt your chest moving irregularly, she stopped and moved quickly from your mouth to position herself between your legs again. Fast hands removed your underwear and pushed up the edge of the jersey over your abdomen, bright eyes followed her every move, her hands took the strands of short brown hair behind her ears and parted your legs for her. When ready, her eyes looked back at you with a cheshire smile and let her tongue play over your outer lips, a small whine sounded on your mouth. After tasting you, Korra’s hands were her assistant for what came up next; her thumb took great care of your clitoris once more while the other one parted your lips for her tongue to be able to introduce into you and start to eat you out.

Obscene noises were the ambience of Korra’s living room, your eyes shut close thanks to the pleasure given by the captain and one of your hands assisting your breasts however you could; a familiar pressure on your lower stomach made your free hand try to move Korra out of you while your legs attempted to close.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Do it, baby, come right on me.” she insisted looking up to you, there was not a chance you could answer verbally to her.

Her tongue now was fully attentive with your clitoris, sucking it with devotion while her fingers were back into you, finding that spot that made you curl your toes and whine louder, she kept hitting it with her fingers until you called for her in an exclamation. Her hand and chin full of your juices while she stood up and slowly took out her digits, your heart felt heavy at such emotion you just experienced, trying to calm your breathing and the trembling of your legs, Korra placed a sweet kiss on your lips making you taste yourself, she found that pretty attractive if you’d ask her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You know, I could make you come many more times right now, you moan my name so sexy.” she said while giving you the cutest pecks, you giggled harshly.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Is this how you ask me to be your girlfriend, captain? By telling me you like my moans and eating me out?” you asked, your arms hugging her neck. She nodded enthusiastically. “I’m not against it, but you certainly need to ask me properly.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “How about we go out, I ask you on the date and you act surprised.” she suggested, now you laugh again.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Let me recompose myself first, we go again and then you ask me, yeah?” jokingly you said, making her lay completely over you with her whole weight, loving how close now you were. “I will be needing to exchange jerseys, cap, mine already ran out of your scent.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, yeah, would love to, now this one smells like you…” a kiss was left on your jawline. “Seems like we also have a barter business, is all wins for me today, huh?”

[rottenpumpkin13]

Pumpkin!!

You're a genius!

Since it's basically my homework, would you care to tell us how the first therapy session went for AGCZ too?

Kisses ♥️

• Angeal is a little tricky to get to therapy because while he's all for his friends seeking therapy, he thinks it's a waste of money and resources on himself, because "he doesn't need it." He is then promptly proven wrong.

Angeal: I really shouldn't be here, you know. I'm completely fine.

Therapist: Do you think that growing up with a dominant best friend, being friends with Sephiroth, and experiencing poverty with a minimalist lifestyle has led you to minimize your own struggles and become excessively helpful to others to avoid being a burden?

*Angeal starts sobbing*

• Same with Genesis. He believes he doesn't need it and worries about being vulnerable around another person, especially a stranger who "doesn't care and just wants money." It's tricky because, while he's closed off and reserved, he'll open up quickly when he has a lot to vent about.

Genesis: I want you to understand that I'm aware of your habit of offering false comfort to those who show weakness. I won't be one of them. My lips are sealed.

Therapist, offering him a lollipop: I'm proud of you for setting boundaries.

Genesis, tearing up: I feel guilty for resenting my parents for their absence during my childhood, even though they provided moments of support and comfort. I feel guilty for envying Sephiroth's fame, despite admiring him all my life and considering him my best friend. And I feel guilty because people see me as arrogant when in reality I'm shy and struggle to talk to those I don't feel comfortable around.

• Zack, bless his heart, is excited to go and show his friends that therapy is great. Unfortunately he's very nervous.

Zack: What do I talk about?

Therapist: Anything that comes to mind. Feel free to—

Zack: I accidentally stole a can of Banora White juice at the self checkout the other day.

Therapist:

Zack: I didn't notice that my card declined and walked right out with the drink.

Therapist:

Zack: And then I felt awful, so I snagged a can from Genesis and went back to the store to replace it.

Therapist:

Zack: But then Genesis complained that someone stole one of his juice cans.

Therapist:

Zack: So I panicked and stole Sephiroth's sword.

*Zack pulls out the sword*

Zack: I don't know how to function as a human being.

• Cloud thinks therapy is a luxury since it wasn’t really a thing back in Nibelheim. The idea of telling someone all your problems and them having an easy fix seems too good to be true, so he’s absolutely going to take the opportunity.

Therapist: Welcome to—

Cloud: I lie awake at night wondering if Sephiroth might be part cat. I kept losing sleep over it, so I decided to set out a can of tuna and a fuzzy cat toy in his office to see how he'd react. When he ate the tuna and played with the toy, I started doing it regularly. Now I don’t know if he’s actually part cat or if I’ve trained him to act like one, and I'm too scared to tell him that I'm the one leaving the tuna and toys. What should I do?

Therapist: What the fuck

• Not only does Sephiroth feel uncomfortable discussing his childhood and emotions he doesn't fully understand, but he also distrusts the therapist entirely. Are they with Shinra? Are they in cahoots with Hojo? Are there listening devices in the office? It takes a lot to assure him he's in a safe environment, but once he feels secure, he slowly begins to open up.

Sephiroth: Are you sure you're not with Shinra or Hojo?

Therapist: No, and don't feel pressured to tell me anything you're not comfortable with. Take your time. How was your day?

Sephiroth: My mother died when I was young, but only discovered that years later, so I spent my formative years searching for her in false hope and even lost the only photograph I had of her at one point because Glenn—he was murdered and I have nightmares about him—kicked it into the mako.

Therapist: I asked you how your day was.

Sephiroth: My days have been miserable ever since the age of three, when I was given a axe to play with and told to fend off a pack of hungry wolves and (continues to trauma dump for another 2 hours)

[beifong-brainrot]

If worked for the team who made Avatar TloK. How would you rewrite TloK?

To be completely honest, rewriting tlok wouldn't fix all it's issues. Tlok just needed to have longer seasons, an actually established amount of seasons so they weren't pressured to make every single season a complete story for fear of not getting more time.

But let's say, hypothetically that I murdered mr Crabs or whoever is in charge of Nickelodeon and removed any studio meddling from the show.

My perfect world would include:

More filler episodes that focus on a singular character. Think Sokka's Master or the Painted Lady. The Krew are all fascinating characters with a lot of potential, however, due to the runtime of the show, their storylines are rushed... or completely nonexistent. Give me more details of Mako and Bolin's childhood. Show me emore of Asami struggling with her father's arrest.

I'd try to cut down on the westernisation of the show. I can see why these foreign aspects slipped in, since the closer the Avatarverse inches to our modern times, the more blurred the lines become. At least to my whiteass. I'd try to lean towards silkpunk, rather than the much more west based steampunk. It would be a fascinating endeavour to imagine what a world with mostly eastern influences would look like.

I'd make Vaatu the overarching villain/final boss of the story... it would require a bit of moving around of the timeline but I think I'd structure it as: Red Lotus> Kuvira> Amon> Vaatu. However I'd blur the timeline more. Make Amon a background threat in the eariler seasons, only for him to rise in popularity and power after people see what benders like Kuvira are capable of, for example.

This would also allow for certain villains to become redeemed or at least helpful in some way, later on. Mayhaps Amon and Kuvira team with the Krew to defeat Vaatu in some way.

Also, instead of destroying Vaatu completely, I'm leaning towards Korra absorbing him, in a way. Yes Vaatu is a dark spirit, but 'darker' urges are necessary for humans' survival and happiness. Korra embodies the duality of man very well. I think it would be a fascinating idea to see the Avatar become the embodiment of both light and darkness.

In general, making Vaatu and Raava more morally ambiguous, rather than the simple good spirit/bad spirit thing they had in the og show would be a fascinating concept.

I'd do my best to pull away from the show's original centerist narrative. Have Korra learn from the villains and make active changes to the world, showing her growth as an Avatar and person. Perhaps she's reluctant to see the Red Lotus' point of view at the beginning of the show, but sympathises with Amon at the tail end of the story.

Make the entire Krew queer. And talk about queerness more, in general. Have the characters have open conversations about queerness in their respective enviornments and cultures. Tlok already has a very queer undertone to it, even before korrasami became canon, but touching on this subject more overtly would provide great opportunity for characterisation and worldbuilding.

Have the story span several years. Watch the Krew grow up. Tlok works very well as a coming of age story even in its original form. Have Vaatu and his darkness and chaos symbolise the uncharted waters of maturity at the end of teenagedom. This especially works if Korra merges or accepts him like i suggested.

There... that's some basics. I think that most of my criticisms of the show could mostly be solved if the studio wasn't being a bitch but well. We can't have nice things, can we?

I took a while to answer this ask because it was genuinely such an interesting, but overwhelming question.

Also now I have wayy too many ideas about a potential tlok rewrite, so feel free to ask me about that if you want to hear me ramble.

[umeumeumee]

𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀 & 𝐋𝐨𝐊 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 , 𝐡𝐜 & 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 (𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭!)

ᥫ᭡ i was thinking.. since i am doing an event for james cameron avatar movies I & II , why not do the original avatar, as well as LoK? <3

ᥫ᭡ requests are open, characters + (some) prompts are listed below, feel free to request your own prompt/ideas/scenario’s and i will be more than happy to write it!!

(୭౿ fluff / ᡣ𐭩 angst)

♥︎ - romance・★ - platonic・📥 - request・🗓️ - most recent

ᥫ᭡ RULES AND GUIDELINES ೃ༄

rules are simple, please follow<3 love u!

I don't get to answering requests as often as I used to, so if i don't answer your request for a couple months don't worry, i will most likely get to it! If i don't ever answer your request, it probably accidentally got deleted so feel free to request it again!

things like Abuse, manipulation, references to sexual themes and mentions of gore will absolutely not be found on my blog.

They are tiggers for some people so it is an avoidance!

im not super selective with my requests, but I will only do the ones that i find i have motivation for- because i want to give you guys good fics!!

please do not copy, translate, transfer, or claim any of my work! If you would like to, please ask me. If i say yes, please give me credit.

WILLS ; Fem! reader, Fem! Character, male! character troupes; bffs to lovers, enemies to lovers, etc. Fluff, Angst, Hurt/comfort

WONTS ; Incest r/pe p3dophilia, male! reader poly relationships, e/him pronouns for reader, pregnancy

ᥫ᭡ CHARACTERS ೃ༄

ATLA

༊*·˚ princess azula

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only you - princess azula x fem! earthbender! reader📥 , ♥︎

red lipstick stains - princess azula x fem! maid! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , 🗓️

balance - azula x fem! waterbender! princess! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

turtle ducks - princess azula x fem! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

show off! - princess azula x fem! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

headcannons

༊*·˚ toph beifong

oneshots

whispers in the dark - toph beifong x fem! firebender! reader 📥 , ᡣ𐭩 , 🗓️

seriously? - toph beifong x fem! non!bender! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

past, but not future - toph beifong x fem! firebender! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

the only one i see - toph beifong x fem! waterbender! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

by your side - toph beifong x fem! nonbender! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

headcannons

༊*·˚ katara

oneshots

heartless - katara x fem! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , ᡣ𐭩 (coming soon!)

headcannons

༊*·˚ prince / fire lord zuko

oneshots

the unfamiliarity of a gentle flame - prince zuko x fem! airbender! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

promise - prince zuko x fem! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

headcannons

༊*·˚ suki

oneshots

my kind of woman - suki x fem! reader 📥 , ♥︎ , (coming soon!)

headcannons

༊*·˚ sokka

oneshots

headcannons

༊*·˚ ty lee

oneshots

headcannons

༊*·˚ mai

oneshots

headcannons

TLoK

༊*·˚ avatar korra

oneshots

headcannons

༊*·˚ asami sato

oneshots

headcannons

༊*·˚ bolin

oneshots

headcannons

༊*·˚ mako

oneshots

headcannons

༊*·˚ lin beifong

oneshots

headcannons

༊*·˚ kya

oneshots

headcannons

༊*·˚ kuvira

oneshots

headcannons

ᥫ᭡ SOME (ROMANTIC) PROMPT IDEAS ೃ༄

of course, these are only some prompts. You can request headcannons you want and also scenarios! once again, request are open!!

"i can't pretend anymore."

"you need to know that i have grown to care for you. deeply."

"i've loved you since the moment i first laid my eyes on you."

"you deserve to know."

"it's you. it's always been you."

"are you really so oblivious?"

"there isn't anything that i wouldn't do for you."

"I was made to love you."

“I cannot bare to be apart from you anymore."

"please. please just listen to me."

"don't make me say it. i can't say the words."

"you are all i can think about."

"'I can't fathom the idea of my life without you in it."

"i dream of you. all i do, is dream of you."

"i am so very in love with you."

"is it so obvious how infatuated i am?"

"for years i have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence."

"we have just met and yet it feels like i have known you for a lifetime."

“you are everything. everything."

"it hurts me, just how much i ache for you."

"i don't know if i can't bring myself to speak it."

"I know that this is not what you want to hear..."

"after everything you've done, i still love you. with all i am."

"it's true."

"i cannot stand you, and yet i also cannot stand to be away from you."

[radioactivepeasant]

Free Day Thursday, Part Three

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Jak did not wake that entire day.

Nor the next.

Nor the day after that.

His body was flushed with fever, and dark, angry lines had begun to spread from the double injection over his core. Infection set in so much faster than they could have anticipated.

Was this what his first injection cycle had been like?

No. Even if the symptoms were the same, this was fundamentally different. He wasn't injected while awake and fighting restraints too big for his little wrists. He wasn't dumped in a frigid prison cell to survive the first infection alone.

Jak was constantly monitored, fluids fed into him to compensate for how much he sweated out. Cold compresses pressed against his forehead at all times. Bio readings on constant readout.

And, most vital of differences, the people around him were fighting to keep him alive because they cared about him, not because it was inconvenient to lose a test subject.

Damas barely ate or drank during those two days. He didn't sleep more than a few minutes at a time. Every waking moment was spent at Jak’s bedside, holding his hand or smoothing back his hair.

Sometime after evening meal on the second day, Sister Yan returned with the light eco. That was the first time Jak’s eyes opened, if only for a moment. The light eco did little more than break the fever, but even just that was a relief. Everything else was up to Jak, now. He just had to fight.

"You can do this, little one," Damas whispered, over and over. "Just stay with me, Jak. Stay with me."

By now word had spread: Damas had a child in the hospital. Now was not the time to bring petty concerns to him. The council of advisors appointed Mako as interim steward to seize temporary power in his absence -- how very strange it was to live in a place where he trusted Mako wholeheartedly to make the right choices and peacefully hand over power when he returned! And he would have trusted any of his advisors to be a good steward of the throne!

Perhaps it was because they had all shed blood as equals. They knew what it was to go hungry. To suffer thirst. They each knew what it was to go without a roof over their heads. It was a lot easier to govern a people when you didn't try to balance on a pedestal high above them.

Jak woke while Damas was dozing. His movements were slow, and sluggish, but the faint sound of his bare arm against the sheets was enough to snap Damas back to consciousness. His eyes flew open and he straightened to check the bed.

Confused blue eyes blinked sleepily back at him.

"Jak!"

Damas leaped up, hands hovering awkwardly.

"Are you alright? How do you feel, son?"

Jak squinted against the fluorescent light and squinched one eye shut.

Too tired to lift his hands, he grudgingly used his voice.

"Th. Thhhhh. Hers. Tee."

"You're thirsty?"

"Mhm."

Jak didn't understand why there were tears in Damas’s eyes. Or why he laughed at that.

"I'm not surprised! Hold on, bug, I'll get you some water."

It wasn't cold, but Jak didn't care. He felt like he hadn't had anything to drink in days! He grumbled when Damas made him slow down, and tried to pull away. Something tugged painfully at the crook of his elbow, and he yelped.

"Ouch!"

He turned, and saw a tube. Sticking out of his arm. Sticking out of the skin.

What did that mean?!

Very, very slowly, Jak swiveled back to look up at Damas.

"Tha-at?" He asked nervously.

Damas brushed the hair from his face -- hey! Where were his goggles?! -- and kept making a sad face. Why the sad face? What was going on?

"It's medicine, son."

Damas swallowed hard.

"That's um. It's a special kind of tool for when people can't take medicine like normal. The doctor uses that little- little tube to trick your body into thinking it's part of the bloodstream. The um. The medicine goes straight into your blood to fight infection there."

Jak hastily drained the last of the water in the paper cup and forced out a few lethargic signs.

"It stays there?”

"No, no no no!" Damas took the cup from him and refilled it. "Only until that bag is empty. See?"

He pointed to where the pinkish line sat on the bag.

"Once that's gone, Dr. Rezzik will come take it out. We'll put a little tourniquet on it, and you'll be fine in a few hours."

"Woo. Aye. Nnn-n oh. Ee. Co?"

Damas winced and drew back a little.

"You...need to stay away from eco for a few weeks, son."

A few weeks?! Jak was horrified. What had happened?! He'd just been playing with eco on the beach, with Flick! How did he get to this cold white room, with a medicine tube, and no eco?

Jak wanted to ask what happened. Why he was here. But his voice was tired, and his arms were tired.

"...d...Dad-t?" he asked, trying to pour all his questions into that one word.

Damas’s breath caught. He slowly lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Do you remember what happened? When you were playing with Flick?" he asked softly.

Jak tried to remember, he really did. But his brain felt all mushy and sleepy.

He shrugged.

"That was-" Damas sighed and brushed back Jak’s hair again. "That was three days ago, son. You accidentally made dark eco."

Jak recoiled in horror. Made dark eco?! Like the Acherons?! Did that make him bad like them?

Samos would be so mad at him! Daxter would be so mad!

"Hey, hey, Jak, look at me. Look at Dad."

The words snapped Jak back to the present, and he turned teary eyes towards Damas. Damas didn't look angry, at least.

"It was just an accident, son." Damas reached down and squeezed his hand. "You're not in trouble, and neither is Flick. Not for that, at least. I'm just-"

He shuddered. "I was so worried, Jak! You wouldn't wake up! We had to induce eco overexposure just to correct the imbalance!"

"That's why my core hurts?" Jak felt the spot between his sternum and intestines where the small organ sat. The skin there was hot and tender to the touch. He hissed in pain and withdrew his hand.

"Yes, son. It is. I'm sorry.”

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There were, Jak discovered, pros and cons of being in "the hoss-piddle". He couldn't run, he couldn't get out of bed, and it was intensely boring.

But Damas was almost always there! And sometimes Jak's friends visited!

Raza even snuck her dogat kitten in under her shirt and almost started a mini riot in the children's ward.

Flick hadn't visited yet.

Damas said shd felt like it was her fault he'd been in a "coma" for two days. That she probably felt too guilty to come see him.

Didn't make Jak feel better about it. How did he know she didn't just want to stay away from dark eco?

Dr. Rezzik said it would never fully go away. Even if it was only a tiny little bit, that dark spot on his chest was probably permanent. They didn't know how he'd done it, but he'd absorbed it into his core.

That scared Jak a lot more than he let on. Would he turn gray and lose his reason, like Gol and Maia?

Emotions sat a little closer to the surface while he was in the hospital. Little things bothered him in ways they hadn't before.

Lights hurt his eyes too much once the sun went down. The sound of the kid in the next bed chewing his food made him irrationally angry for some reason. Sometimes just the chair next to his bed being empty made him start tearing up.

Nurse Brooks called it puberty. Jak was pretty sure he already did puberty. This was something else.

"Hey, kid."

Jak looked up from absolutely mangling a little metal can they'd somehow squeezed juice into. He hadn't even noticed that he'd crushed it into an unrecognizable lump.

Damas folded his arms and looked at the crumpled mess.

Jak's ears drooped. He'd spaced out again. He did that when things got too noisy already, but things were just noisier here.

But Damas just smiled and suppressed a chuckle.

"I bet you're ready to get out of here, huh?"

*"Yah,"* Jak said emphatically.

He looked around a moment, then sheepishly put the mangled can on the little tray his decidedly bland lunch had been on.

Wiping droplets of juice from his fingers, Jak hoisted himself further upright.

"Can I go home yet? I don't like it here!"

He'd repeated the same question almost every day. And almost every day the answer was "no, son, not yet."

More scans. More finger-sticks. More cold metal things against his back and chest so they could listen to his heart and lungs and core. More bedrest.

But today felt different.

Damas set a small canvas bag down on the chair beside the bed and nodded to it. "I brought you some clean clothes. You'll need to wear the pulse-monitor bracelet for a few more days, but Dr. Petros and Dr. Rezzik cleared you to come home."

Jak whooped and pumped his fist.

"Can we go now? Like right now?"

"You don't want to change first?"

Jak shook his head. "No. The longer I'm here, the scarier it gets. I'm gonna fight somebody if I have to wake up for one more night round."

"Please don't fight the nurses, they're just trying to help." Damas held out a hand and let Jak pull himself to his feet.

He examined the dark circles under his eyes and clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

"Nurse Brooks said you haven't been sleeping well even without his rounds at night."

Jak looked away, embarrassed.

"Nightmares."

Tattooed faces and maddened eyes and crackling, arcing, dark eco-

"About when I landed in Haven. And the woods."

Damas pulled him into a very careful hug, avoiding compressing the icky little starburst shape on Jak’s chest.

"Oh Jak. I'm sorry, son. Do you think you'll sleep better in your own bed?"

"Yeah."

Jak took the time to say goodbye to his roommate. It wasn't Beten's fault he chewed so loudly. He didn't need to get so angry about it.

But Precursors he was glad to be getting away from all that slurping.

"Am I allowed to go exploring yet?" Jak asked as Damas walked him out of the ward. Some of the other kids waved to him. Some were only there for bumps and bruises, one or two were longterm residents with chronic conditions.

"We'll see how you feel tomorrow.”

"Aw!"

[swaps55]

List five topics you could talk about for an hour without prepping any material. (No one tagged me, I just saw this and wanted to.)

Equine foot management, catastrophic injuries, and laminitis. I can throw in club feet and foal deformities for fun. There will be drawings. I will do a lot of yelling.

Parking structure design and technology. My friends are known to send me photos of parking structures. Once, on a romantic getaway once with Real Life Romance Option, I dragged him to three different parking structures. Including one at 9pm because it had a cool glass spider on the facade that was lit at night.

Mass Effect, any aspect, but inevitably there will be a focus on the individual identities of all 3 games, misogyny, the different lenses through which people who played at launch vs. today view the trilogy, the Mako and the power of the UNC worlds in Mass Effect 1, and of course, the ending. If you ask a question about Andromeda you will have regrets because this just became two hours and Real Life Romance Option is on his upteenth AND ANOTHER THING because about 8 seconds into the infodump he joined in.

The Kentucky Derby/Triple Crown, which will most assuredly involve me lauding my namesake, insisting Nashua is a hack, and reciting Secretariat's Belmont race call. Also pretty guaranteed I will wander into horse racing at large and cry a lot about Serena's Song and Rachel Alexandra. Don't ask me about Barbaro unless you want this to be a double feature with #1.

Planning a Walt Disney World vacation. I literally talked to my folks about this impromptu for an hour yesterday. I have spreadsheets. And I am actually making a power point on the subject right now. The first slide header says, "Swaps, why is there a power point." Top answer is, "because it's fun."

Please feel free to share yours. :D

[klonoadreams]

I was reading all the posts about Mako and, damn, now I have a taste(? for the couple that won't be a couple, Dellinger x Mako.

It's impossible but that has never stopped the ships. (And then I remember the age difference they have, it would be more or less the difference between Pudding and Sanji, right?)

Would there be about 4 Fishman/human hybrids? Big Mom's twins, Mako and Dellinger?

Who would be your actress in mind for a live action? I dominate Anya Taylor Joy or Isabella Gomez.

Lmao the NOTP of interest, like nope for reasons but also owo 👀

I getchu tho, its the concept, the parallels, but also, without Dellinger, we wouldn't have had Mako in the first place.

It's an interesting concept. Also yee, those actresses seem cool, Jenna Ortega or Xochitl Gomez are also some I'd have in mind too. So fun :V

Idk about the hybrids, yes maybe??? Idk lmaoo

Also gather round for my tirades. Its gonna get looong lmao and also at some point I went fuck it because nuance but also I don't have the brain cells to even go anything further than what I just blurbed lmao.

Like, sometimes I forget that Pudding is 16, but like that's why I had to make One Piece the exception to a lot of shenanigans, given the complexity of the fact that you got 17 and 19 year olds drinking so much, which even by the standards of Japan's drinking age, its still under it (which is 20).

So at soem point I was just fuck it, we ball. It's like with my Naruto fics, where you just set apart the civilians from our ninjas. Do that with pirates and whatever.

But remember, civilians are exempt from this. Thats why you got Mei flirting (albeit, playfully) with Chouko and how Killer B said she wasn't his type do to marriage custom shenanigans. And of course pre official genin Haku considered a civilian when he got engaged to Chouko, even tho he's older than her lmaooo.

It's honestly easier this way, but always keep in mind there is a line to be drawn. And that's why you got Law, Robin, Mako, and so many others that are resentful of the World Government.

Because they didn't even have a choice when they were all forced to grow up so soon, which is why so many of them are stunted to a degree. Even Mako has her own suffering, with how she kept suppressing her own emotions, to the point it made her sick because her body could not handle the strain at all.

Zoro probably has the most "normal" ish upbringing like he went through a lot, but no abuse, no neglect, no world government bs, but something along the lines of what I call Bridge to Terebithia, where you lose your childhood friend so suddenly like that. Because life is random sometimes and it sucks (also the writer's son's friend irl died via lightning strike, but it was tweaked to what happened in the book because it wasn't as realistic so yeah), and it will forever stay with you. So live on.

Probs the most stable as a result, he is a rock. Love him. :V

[biconickyoshi]

10, 15, 25 for wuko :)

Omggg okay I'm very excited to do this for Wuko!!! Thank you anon! :)

10. Describe their first date.

I think that Wu would try go all out on their first date (I'm literally imagining a scenario very similar to Kurosawa and Adachi's first date for those who are familiar with any adaptation of Cherry Magic lol). He'd probably try to make everything perfect - they'd spend the day shopping for expensive outfits, fly over Republic City on a sky bison/blimp, then go to the fanciest restaurant in town.

Of course, Mako would end up having a shitty time, and afterwards they'd have a talk about how neither of them had much fun - Mako because all of the rich people stuff felt superficial to him, and Wu because he was so focused on everything being perfect that he didn't take the time to truly pay attention to Mako and notice he was feeling uncomfortable. Wu would apologize, and then Mako would take him to a cheap hole-in-the-wall place that he likes (, and they'd do the things Mako likes to do, which are much more low-key (which Wu has never really experienced). From that point forward, they would make an agreement to try and do things they both like to do on future dates.

15. Do they always say "I love you" before leaving?

Wu almost always says it first, but sometimes Mako gets to it before him. This of course makes Wu very happy. Mako of course always says it back when Wu says it first :)

25. Do they have any hobbies they share?

I think that, at first, it would seem like there's not really any interests that they both have in common, but eventually they would slowly start introducing the other to things they like and end up both getting really into them.

For Mako, I'd imagine his thing is watching probending - Wu wouldn't be interested at first, but he'd make an effort to start learning more about it, and eventually become just as big of a fan as Mako (and probably start buying a bunch of merch for his favorite team lol).

For Wu, I imagine him as being a huge theatre kid, so he'd probably start dragging Mako to musicals and operas, and eventually Mako would begin to appreciate them and even look forward to them too.

Also, I don't know if drag shows exist in the world of Avatar, but I headcanon that they do and I 100% believe that Wu would be super into them, either just going to them or being in them. I would LOVEEE to write a fic someday about Wu convincing Mako to let him dress him up in drag lol. Maybe the rest of the Krew could join in on it too.

Gahhh this was literally so much fun to do!! To anyone else who sees this, pls feel free to send me more of these (for Zukaang, Korrasami, Rangshi, or even Wuko again) :)

Link to the original OTP Asks post

[kingwuko]

more wuko please? 🥺

Took me a sec to figure out what you meant but I thiiiiiink you want Wuko headcanons like an ask I reblogged just before you sent this anon?? If you want something different feel free to send another ask clarifying!

Some Wuko headcanons that I may or may not have already talked about (who knows, I talk so much I can't be expected to remember everything I've said) and may or may not already be in my fics. Whatever I'm just going to throw a bunch of headcanons here.

Ba Sing Se is three hours ahead of Republic City, so when Wu stays in RC, he actually wakes up before Mako. When Mako stays in BSS his sleep schedule gets all out of whack because he still rises with the sun no matter what time he fell asleep.

Mako is autistic, Wu has ADHD. Honestly this isnt even headcanon it's basically canon.

When sleeping, Mako is the big spoon for no reason other than he literally can't sleep facing away from someone. It's how he slept with Bolin when they were little and living on the streets, and he just doesn't feel right sleeping any other way. He can be persuaded to be the little spoon when wide awake cuddling but I think it still feels wrong to him

Wu started out with feelings of infatuation about the idea of Mako as being this big tough guy. But the more he got to know Mako, the more he got to know Mako, the more he realized Mako is actually kind of dorky—that made his feelings turn from an infatuation to actual love.

Mako leans toward being more insecure in his relationship with Wu than Wu does. Basically Mako is really scared he's going to mess up and things will crash and burn

Wu however has this absolute trust in Mako that makes him feel really secure in the relationship.

Bolin and Wu get along extremely well once the air is cleared around Bo's history with Kuvira. This is unfortunate for Mako because Wu and Bolin as brothers-in-law are ridiculous. Mako can handle Bolin's shenanigans, and he can handle Wu's shenanigans, but their combined shenanigans are too powerful.

Wu convinces Mako to go to university at some point. He's an excellent student but he gets insecure about it because he didn't have formal schooling when growing up.

Mako's eventually going to have to move to Ba Sing Se because Wu isn't going to be able to abdicate for YEARS.

I kinda like King-Consort Mako.

[holly-fixation]

Chapter 11: A Night in Midgar

Summary: Sephiroth learns that he has a child, a lab made specimen existing under the same terrible conditions he was raised in. In a moment of pure rage, he rescues his child. However, his fate has long been sealed, but the child’s fate is unknown. 

Never did he expect the cadet that killed him to take responsibility for the heir of His planet. 

Inspired by various asks to @rottenpumpkin13

Please enjoy!

Chapter 11: A night in Midgar

“Here you are. Apartment 202. We'll pick up the key from the landlady tomorrow morning,” Tifa presented their final destination. “You'll be able to lock it from the inside until then.”

“What does she know about us?” Cloud didn't miss a beat. They couldn't afford to take more chances. 

She jerked back a bit at the sudden question. “Well, I said I had a reliable friend looking for a place to stay. Was that too much?” 

Cloud shook his head. He glanced at the silent child at his side before gesturing to the last door on the floor. “So who's in that one?”

Tifa hesitantly turned to apartment 203 before holding her hands in front of her and turning back. “That’s… You know what, I’ll introduce you in the morning. He won't cause any trouble and it's really late.”

“Thanks, Tifa.”

“If you need anything, just knock on my door. Okay?”

He nodded, and she returned to her room. Mako blue eyes stared at the hanging 201, realizing just how much she changed. And how much he missed her. 

He barely had the chance to reach for the door before the little girl went inside. 

The small apartment was set up the same way as Tifa’s; a sink and mirror behind the door, a toilet and shower closet, a nightstand, a bed on the opposite side with a single sheet and pillow.

Cloud stepped in. The girl immediately closed and locked the door. 

“Take the bed. I'll take the sheet,” Sera commanded as she began removing the lone fabric from the mattress.

Cloud's brows furrowed. “Absolutely not-”

“Are you gonna shower? You smell like mako.”

“Sera, you're not sleeping on the floor.”

“Cloud, you just returned from a mission. You need better rest than I do.”

“You're still growing.”

Reptilian eyes glared. 

“I know it's not fair but it's true. We can just share the bed.” He crossed his arms. 

The little girl said nothing and grabbed his arm. 

The icy feeling in his spine and the burning in the back of his mind returned. 

She let go, the feeling thawing immediately, and shook her head before sighing. “...Please just take a shower…”

“Sera.”  He scolded with a single name. 

Sera froze for a moment before yanking the fabric and diving under the bed frame. 

Cloud sighed, dropping his arms. “Sera, get out from under the bed.”

“No. If you're gonna treat me like a child, then I'm going to act like a child. You haven't listened to me once since we got to Midgar and I'm tired. Can you at least let me have this?”

He grabbed the frame of the bed, but she grabbed the springs underneath and stared daggers into him, the threat as silent as it was obvious. Another exhale left his lips. They were already staying the night rent free tonight. They couldn't afford trouble. “Okay. Fine. I’ll shower, but we're discussing this when I get out.”

“Fine.”

Cloud slipped the lone pillow under the bed as well before heading into the small bathroom and letting out a sigh of relief. Okay, maybe he did need this instead of heading straight to bed. Does he really smell like mako? He might be used to it. 

Cloud turned on the water, noting if he was just a few inches taller, he would have to shower on his knees. The shower head was so low. Maybe it was easier for the landlady to replace it that way. 

He removed his armor and clothing, testing the heat before stepping in. The running water down his back was the perfect massage after their traveling and his mission. He felt the mako leave his skin before even grabbing the small bar of soap. 

He regretted not telling Tifa the whole truth. It was so obvious. Why did he think he could hide who Sera's father was? Why did he think that would help? Everything was technically true, but that wasn't fair to Tifa after all the kindness she showed them. But how could he risk saying the truth in public?

Gods he was so stupid. He never said the right thing around Tifa and always felt like speaking was worse than silence. 

His mind drifted to the battles of the mission, to what he should work on and perfect, to mistakes he should correct immediately. Being an ex-First didn't mean he could slack off. 

Well, Tifa wasn't kidding. When the smell of mako was cleared by the somewhat present stench of sulfur, he decided he was clean enough, turning off the water and wringing out his hair. The thumping of drops was the only sound in the small bathroom. 

But beyond the door, there was more. First choked breathing. Then stuttering. 

Then sobs. 

To hell with this. He barely tried to dry hi skin with the thin towel before throwing his pants on and opening the door. 

The little girl was still under the bed, gripping the sheet tightly with her face shoved in a pillow, muffled whimpers leaving confinement. 

“Sera,” he spoke as kindly as he could, kneeling at the end of the bed and crouching for a better view. “Sera, please come out.”

Her back remained against the wall. She shook her head. 

Cloud reached for her, but every contact triggered that deep seeded fear. She slipped out of his grip every time. 

“I-I just need a minute…” the pain in her voice stung the air. “J-Just a minute… I promise…” 

If this stupid feeling could go away just long enough to comfort her, he'd be eternally grateful. She needed him. He steeled himself before snatching her arm and yanking her out. The feeling remained but lessened in the back of his mind when she cried harder. 

The child didn't even attempt to sit up. 

Cloud lifted her by her shoulders and held her to his bare chest. He already regretted skipping his sweater even before the feeling seared into the back of his mind. He forced himself to pet her revealed astral hair while he could stand it. 

The attempts at yelling slowly petered out and Sera pulled away, wiping the tears from her eyes with the pillow. Then she took a breath and tightened. “I'll sleep in the corner of the bed, okay…?”

“What was it about this time?”

She turned away, muttering softly, more tears overflowing. “...I miss him… I miss him so much…”

There was only one person she could be mourning. Cloud tried to hug her again but she jumped onto the mattress before he could make contact. 

“I just wanna go to sleep… I'm tired…”

“Okay,” he spoke hesitantly as he stood. “I'll be back out in a minute.”

The little girl nodded. 

Cloud returned to the bathroom and continued getting dressed. The residual stench of mako on his uniform should fade by night's end. Gods. He didn't think it was that bad before. 

He debated being comfortable, leaving his armor off and his shoes on the ground, but if someone found them, he needed to be ready. They couldn't pretend they were completely safe. Not yet anyway. 

When he returned to the main room, the little girl was bundled against and facing the wall, the pillow empty on the other side of the bed. 

Cloud laid the Buster Sword against the nightstand and laid down too. 

* * * 

Cloud heard something beyond the wall. He waited a moment before another sound, a clear groan, passed. He hopped out of the bed and donned his blade without thinking. 

Sera was already opening the door with her sword at her side and her hood over her hair. “Are you coming?”

“You should stay in the room.”

She clearly ignored him and went onto the balcony, but she leaned against the railing instead of running ahead. “Let's go.”

He sighed before another groan hit their ears. He went ahead, allowing the child to trail behind as he knocked on the door. “Hey, you okay in there?”

Another struggled moan and strangled breath, not even in response. 

He grabbed the door knob. “I'm coming in.” He turned and entered the room slowly. 

Seething reptilian eyes and long silver hair stared back at him. 

Cloud's body immediately tightened. He grabbed his sword and tried to swing but struck the door frame, his balance shot for only a second.

“Cloud, no!” 

He didn't hear the little girl's voice as the man that murdered his village approached with fire in their glare. He tried to back up and tripped onto the balcony. 

The little girl jumped between them without her weapon. The man that killed his mother grabbed her. 

“Get away from her!” Cloud scrambled to his feet and shoved the nightmare away. 

But the nightmare grabbed him and his head throbbed. 

He saw groups of people in black cloaks groaning, suffering, shuffling through the cold. He heard a single word repeated: Reunion. 

“Cloud, stop!” Tifa's voice hit him like a truck and he fell back. 

It wasn't the man who murdered his mother. It was a sickly man in a black cloak identical to his vision, pale skin and cracked lips the only parts on display. Sera was supporting him over her shoulder, leading him back into the room. 

Tifa followed. “What did you do to Marco? This is his apartment.”

Cloud hesitated. 

“He's got a few problems, but he's not a bad guy.”

“He fell. We came to check on him,” Sera stated simply, letting Marco lean against the bed before falling into it. “He's severely dehydrated. Can I run to your bar and get filtered water?”

Tifa sighed. “Yeah. Go. Key's in a hole under the right side of the porch.”

Sera ran.

“Tifa, I…” Cloud didn't know what to say. 

“Just head to bed and keep your door open for her, okay?”

He nodded, swallowing thickly. “Okay…” He returned with his head hung low and a groan into his hands when he closed his door. 

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To be continued…

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[klkbass]

It’s Mei Ru!!

Okay…It’s not really Mei Ru but, if I had commissioned an artist as such, this would be how I imagined she would look (minus the facial scar and with a constant smile instead of a frown).

Allow me to add my description of the woman from my fanfic.

—Cushions served as seats at a low table with the brothers taking one side while the woman sat across from them. Her dark hair hung to her shoulders barely draping her red-trimmed business suit. She gazed at them with a smile that never seemed to vanish.

“Feel free to order whatever you like,” she said behind her perpetual grin.

Bolin was practically drooling as he scanned the menu. Mako, on the other hand, wasn’t interested in food. He wasn’t sure if it was his own cynicism or spirit half, but there was something unsettling about this woman. “Thanks for inviting us to dinner but, who are you?” he finally asked, his arms folded firmly across his chest.

“You’re quite right. In all the rush, I never did introduce myself,” she grinned, almost too pleasantly. “My name is Mei Ru. I’m a local entrepreneur. My associate is Gon. He’s a jack-of-all-trades sort.” She nodded to the man guarding the door. “And how may I address you?” she asked as she rested her chin on her knit fingers.

He hesitated, unsure if he wanted to reveal his real name. An option that was quickly taken away from him by Bolin who paused from his browsing to answer.

“I’m Bolin and this is my brother, Mako,” Bolin casually answered, unaware of the annoyed sneer he was getting from Mako. “Can we get some Fire Biscuits?”

The woman nodded in response, her grey eyes fixated on Mako.—

For those curious, this image came from “Uncle Iroh’s Adventure Guide” the latest from the Avatar Legends RPG. I don’t play the game, but I do get my claws on just about anything that has extended lore.