i really felt the need to draw asami in mako’s outfit.
…i now really feel the need to draw asami in EVERYONE’s outfit. even tenzin’s.
What are the Masami Week days?
unless it’s over already and I missed it dammit
I WANT TO CONTRIBUTE
Here is a series of mini-fics based around heartbeats, I had fun!!
Full, plum, beautiful lips were talking at a speed so quick that Mako could barely keep up. She was going on and on about this new motorbike her father had designed; quicker, smaller, more dangerous than any the pair of them had ridden late at night and he swore it was a holiday with how thrilled she seemed. He could see the excitement glitter in her green eyes as she lead him down the garage, her hands gesturing wildly as she told him about all the twists and turns they could maneuver through deep within the city that they’d never ventured into before.
Mako loved it when Asami got like this; heart racing, body completely alive, and her face so much more childlike than it’s usual very stoic mask of business and society that she grew up with. There was so much more hidden beneath the make-up and the fancy clothes that so many people never got to see but here he was, luckiest man in the world that got to glance upon every layer his beautiful girlfriend had hidden beneath the surface.
“I still want to teach you, you know.” She spoke up again, bringing him back into the conversation now that she’d gotten past all the technical mechanics of the bike he didn’t understand. “You’d do great on a motorbike, and I bet it’d help a lot with you and Bolin getting around the city. If only you’d let me do it.”
Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, he spotted the brand new motorbike as they finally reached the garage. “I’m pretty sure I’d break my neck trying to drive one of those, Asami. I’m not exactly well versed in the mechanics behind Satomobiles or motorbikes or anything…I’ll die.”
ughhh crying over here at the lost potential of Masami. These are amazing
You ship Makorra now? Oh my :O
Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinda. I think a better word is “tolerate”. I can tolerate Makorra now.
I mean, I’m over my hurt Masami-shippin’ heart. The fact that Mako ditched Asami isn’t what makes me dislike Makorra, actually. I just don’t really enjoy how Mako and Korra’s characters change when they’re around each other, you know? When around Mako, Korra seems helpless and love-struck. I wish she had cockily denied Mako for awhile before gettin’ it on. Or had done anything but immediately fall for him based…based on what?
And that brings me to Mako. Allow me to present my biggest issue: I don’t understand why he loves Korra. He’s told us; yes. He’s even showed us to some extent. But even though tension was present, it existed mainly because of the love triangle—not between Korra and Mako themselves. There was little reason for Mako to go from being unimpressed by Korra to loving her. There was no transition—it was just, bam, I think you’re pretty awesome too Korra
let’s have sex.
I admit that I hated Makorra at first simply because it interfered with Masami. Now, I guess I can find the pairing moderately cute—but it’s mostly cute in AU, headcanon situations (as opposed to canon scenes).
(But honestly, when Mako told Korra he loved her, I just kept thinking, NO MAKO. NO. STOP IT.)
Oh hey that was a big long answer to a tiny question, my apologies!
((also thank you, I’m glad you like my art! ;v; <3))
well ok i ship borra now dammit! THIS IS ADORABLE
Asami: It’s easier to ask forgiveness than permission.
Mako: /stores advice for love-related use in the finale
Summary: Many months after the war’s end, Mako and Asami unexpectedly meet again.
Pairing: Irosami, Makorra, past-Masami
(Note: So yeah, guys, somehow by writing this fic, I’m okay with Makorra and I’m okay with Irosami and I’m just plain happy. And sentimentally teary-eyed. ANYWAY.)
He didn’t recognize her, not at first. She came in fragments of sunlight, shifting in and out of his vision. Her hair was different—still thick and dark but shorter now, the waves just grazing her shoulders. And in this summertime she exposed her neck and collarbone, a sight he’d never seen in daylight. But she walked the same. Determined. Gliding.
She almost walked by before he called out her name. But when she heard his voice she glanced back, and “Mako!” and she hurried toward him.
“It’s so good to see you!” she said brightly.
“Yeah,” Mako agreed. Asami shifted her weight, hesitant. “Have a seat,” Mako invited. She tucked her skirt up under her legs and perched facing him on his doorstep.
“What are you doing here?” he asked. “Just taking a walk alone?”
She stiffened slightly, as though he had caught her loneliness and dangled it cruelly in front of her. She was lonely, right? After all—but no, she blinked toward the ground with a soft smile.
“I’m on my way to pick up some tea for Iroh,” she explained.
“So you’re with Iroh now,” Mako said.
They sat silent in the afternoon for moments, Asami ripping blades of grass and Mako chipping paint off his porch railing.
“I can’t believe how long it’s been,” Mako said finally, quietly. “It seems like only yesterday that the war ended and the Restoration began.”
“I know,” Asami smiled softly. “How are you and Korra doing?”
Mako thought of the silk and silver engagement necklace he kept in his pocket, ever ready and waiting for the perfect moment to take its rightful place clasped around Korra’s neck.
“Things are really good,” he told her, his lips curving up at the corners. “We’re really happy.”
He watched Asami’s eyes run over the stoop whereon he sat, and then travel upwards, over the bright windows of his apartment and onto the sky. A sudden sigh from his lips brought her eyes back to his face. It was a contented sigh.
“I can’t believe we haven’t stayed in touch,” she murmured, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “I guess we really did all go our separate ways.”
“I wish we hadn’t,” Mako said. “But everything was so busy after the war ended…especially for Korra.”
“I can only imagine. But hey, if she—if either of you—ever need my help with anything,” she smiled, “I’d be happy to lend a hand. Before I go off to the Fire Nation, that is,” she added with a tiny grin.
Mako studied her with sparkling eyes. “Yeah? With Iroh?” He watched her lips curl up and her shoulders shrug.
“It’s only for the summer, but after that, who knows…?”
She bat her eyes downward. “To be honest, I’m terrified. To leave and meet his family, I mean. I know I grew up as an heiress, but I’m certainly no royalty—”
“Asami,” Mako leaned against the rail and smiled, “they will love you.”
“I hope, but—”
“They will love you. You’re elegant and beautiful and…and vivacious and smart. They’ll fall in love with you as easily as I…as easily as Iroh did.”
Asami and Mako watched each other with heavy eyes, how the darkening sunlight fell across each others’ faces, how the wind rustled each others’ hair.
“You really think so?” Asami asked finally.
“I do,” Mako said. Asami glanced away again, but Mako could still see the brightness and happiness that twinkled in those green eyes.
“Well, I had better get that tea,” she said after a time, standing up and brushing herself off. She looked once more at his apartment, and then down the street, and took a few steps. But she turned, then, and waved her black hair from her face and smiled back toward the doorstep.
“Goodbye, Mako,” she said softly. Sweetly. And she walked away into the afternoon and disappeared around the corner.
Nothing would be forgotten. Mako would never forget the first time he saw her on the street or the first time he kissed her after prison. He would never forget the pain in her face as he distanced away, or her downturned eyes or her broken voice. He would never forget their goodbye so many months ago, and he would never forget the soft shy peck she placed on his cheek before he left their relationship for good.
In this afternoon, Mako knew that nothing would be forgotten. But in this afternoon, now—in this warm breeze and hazy light—he knew that everything was forgiven.
1. Iroh is literally the most attractive animation I have ever laid eyes on.
2. I’m glad there’s no hard feelings between Asami and Mako, but it seemed like sort of a cop-out. Still, the episode had other thi ga to worry about…I guess…
3. Backstory was nice. Kind of predicted, but still nice.
4. Azulon? Ozai? Yakone? Hiroshi? This is like Disney, except with horrible fathers instead of conveniently dead mothers.
5. Speaking of that…wait, did Asami kill Hiroshi wait what?
6. ASAMI WHY WON’T YOU JUST MAKE OUT WITH IROH WHYWHYWHY.
7. Seriously. Wait. The children? YOU WOULD HURT THE AIRBENDING KIDS YOU SONOFA—
8. I wish Korra’s bending stayed gone. It would have been so interesting and amazing and—
9. Oh, glad to see that the Avatar always gets what she wants.
10. Including Mako. I don’t know, that whole thing seemed just so…strained, you know? Like it was predestined and the plot was written to work around the Almighty Makorra instead of things developing.
11. That said, the entire finale was redeemed for me by Amon and Tarrlok. That was the best and most beautiful and most heart-wrenching way to end a villian ever. I really, really commend Bryke on that one. It made everything okay.
WHAT I WANT FOR NEXT SEASON:
1. More Lin.
2. More IROH! And maybe some Irosami.
3. Bolin character development, obviously.
4. Me to ship Makorra. I don’t know why I can’t ship it, and it’s almost ruining the show experience for me. I love Korra and I don’t completely hate Mako, but together…something isn’t right. I can’t ship it.
5. More Asami. I really love her. And I hope she and Bolin don’t just get together because pair-the-spares.
ALL IN ALL:
It was really good. Art and music were fantastic. I have to keep remembering that it’s only a season finale, and that I can’t compare it to the three full seasons of Avatar. There was a lot to cram into only twelve episodes, and they did a great job. I just feel like they…I don’t know, neglected the parts and characters that I personally care most about. And that’s completely unfair of me to say. But I can’t wait to see what’s in store for next season!
1. WAIT WHERE THE FUCK WAS MY BBY TAHNO WHAAAA
I get the cute Makorra moments. I understand that the heart wants what the heart wants. And I don’t want to bash Mako.
But yeah Asami didn’t run down a scary tunnel and electrocute her Equalist father, and she didn’t give up her entire home in order to follow Mako and the Avatar and Bolin, and she didn’t hate Korra for having feelings for Mako, and when she found out about the kiss she didn’t put her rage to good use fighting some Equalists, and she didn’t…oh, no, wait, she did do all those selfless and loyal and brave things.
I mean, I just need for someone to tell Asami how great she is. It doesn’t even have to come from Mako. But someone needs to tell her, “hey, you know what? You are a good person, and I respect you,
and let’s have sex”.
Rated: T? I guess?
Note: wow I wanted this to be an actual shipping dazzling sex Iroh/Asami fic…and then I just hit on a sentence and ended it there, and it’s just kind of a one-sided romance. Oh well. Enjoy nevertheless.
“It’s that Sato girl!”
“Hey! You! Go back with those Equalists!”
“Yeah, get off our streets! There’s no place for you here!”
Asami was used to the words by now. Cutting and spat with a certain defiance from people young and old, tattered and highborn. They didn’t care that she had sacrificed the luxury of her former life to oppose the Equalist. They didn’t care that she was travelling with the Avatar herself—Asami Sato was still the daughter of Hiroshi Sato, and the daughter of Hiroshi Sato received no sympathy from Republic City.
She was used to the words, but as the day drew to a close, the shouts got fiercer and the loneliness Asami felt in the sunlight turned to fear in the dark. She drew her collar around her face and quickened her steps, fighting back the urge to defend herself because it wouldn’t matter if she did. They wouldn’t hear what she had to say.
“You bitch, you think you’re so high-and-mighty,” came a suddenly close and raspy voice. Asami blinked and when she looked up, her green eyes fell on a man tall and coarse, a cigar clinging to his lips and reeking of alcohol. “Let’s just see how high-and-mighty you are now,” he said, quieter, and lunged for her shoulder. “Let’s just see how you feel when I—”
“When you what?”
The voice like gravel startled both Asami and the burly man in front of her. She glanced behind her but saw only a shadow…no, a silhouette. The shape drew closer and closer until…Agni…
“General,” the coarser man breathed. He backed away from Asami as Iroh stepped nearer.
Lol look at this person. First off let me say. Mako “ALMOST” lost his brother and Korra.
Asami HAS LOST HER FATHER, HER HOME, HER LIVELIHOOD, HER STATUS AND HER CHEATING BOYFRIEND in the space of a few episodes? Asami has done nothing wrong, yet you get mad at her because she’s calling her cheating boyfriend out for, oh I don’t know, ignoring her and getting close to Korra? You need to re-evaluate your life. Asami has done nothing but help Team Avatar. She gave up everything to help them in the war. SHE HAS A RIGHT TO ASK A FEW QUESTIONS!
^THIS. I’m sorry, I didn’t know that rightfully confronting a man you love when he blatantly ignores you for another girl is considered overbearing.
You know what makes this even worse? The fact that Asami didn’t scream or yell. She didn’t refuse to help Korra. She didn’t leave. She even made a point to say that she likes Korra. All she’s trying to do is make sense out of her extremely confused world. She senses that Mako doesn’t feel strongly about her but she doesn’t know why and he won’t tell her why, and that feeling sucks. I would know. Asami just lost everything, and she’s trying to cope with losing more. She’s handled the situation maturely to this point, and now—well, so what if she happens to makes some cutting retorts toward Mako? She is completely justified in expressing her annoyance and feelings of betrayal. So nobody hate on Asami, especially if you’re also going to defend Mako’s recent actions. Everybody has a right to their feelings.