Prompt: Mako getting jealous.
Description:He definitely needed something stronger than tea after this.
Notes: Thank you for the prompt! Sorry it took a little while to complete!
Mako really had no intention of going back to jail.
“Hey doll, why don’t you ditch Mr. Grumpy and come with me?”
But if this punk didn’t step away from Korra soon, he would probably end up handcuffing his own wrists and reporting himself to Chief Bei Fong.
someone requested male!Pema
Korra watercolor sketch! :> I think I have a Korra-arm fetish
if you ever feel like you’re bad at prioritizing just remember that when the fate of the next 10,000 years was in danger mako and bolin stopped home to get their coats
Love when Korra’s hair is down! So pretty!! But still a boss in the process!
remember that time uncle iroh was going to get mugged
and instead iroh had a cup of tea and a chat with the mugger and told him that he believed in him and thought he could become a good masseur
things I love: IROH END OF FUCKING LIST HOLY SHIT
is iroh from canada
(Yeeeessss, fluff! A great break from the angst prompts I keep getting lol)
Mako stops, suddenly, as he and Korra walk hand-in-hand with smiles on their faces, down the pathway within Republic City Park. He gently tugs her back toward him, signaling for her to stop walking along before she ended up dragging him behind.
He points upward in answer to her questioning gaze, and her eyes quickly follow. She spots something familiar from above — fine, white powder riding upon the winds, eventually falling to the ground beneath them, beginning to coat the earth in a cold blanket gifted by Mother Nature.
A wide smile graces her features at the sight, glad to have something other than cuisine in the city that reminded her of home.
It’s in that moment that he can’t help himself — seeing her happy after the things she has been through over these past few years, especially given their ups and downs together — and wraps his scarf around her neck, adjusting her parka accordingly. Her eyes meet his in that moment and her smile fades; instead, her questioning gaze has returned once more, and her hand carefully grips the warm, red fabric, drenched in the scent of the young man it belonged to.
His gloved hands cup either side of her face, and he leans down ever so slowly in order to match her height. His lips part just the slightest as he nears hers, and after he takes a moment to gaze into those big, blue eyes of hers that he loves ever so dearly, his lips meet hers.
Their lips are equally chapped as a result from the cold air, not that either of them mind. Her arms find their way around his neck, pulling his body as close to hers as possible, and every thought from her mind seems to vanish in an instant. Their lips move together in a slow manner, both of them wanting to savor this moment, and neither wanting to ruin the romance that the moment held.
And as they reluctantly part from each other, both can feel the warm breath of the others on their face as they rest their foreheads against each others. They stand there for a moment longer before opening their eyes to gaze at each other — both meeting each other with an equal amount of love behind them.
A crooked smile finds its way upon his fine features and he chuckles.
"I figured you needed some warmth."
Can we talk about this face?
Painted with the wand tool to create a more illustrated look. The colours are bright, and the piece is exciting.^^ I think I might center in a style like this down the road. For now enjoy of Korra and the Krew.^^