iS THAT A CHALLENGE
yOU WANNA GO AVATAR???? lets go. B|
doN’T PLAY WOMAN I DON’T BACK DOWN FROM CHALLENGES
Send me a ★and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.
SEXUAL TENSION VERSION (can be nsfw, better used with ships)
— - “I don’t want to get up.
Day 11: Something you think that could’ve happened involving Tahno and Korra on the show
Tahno get’s back his bending XD
FEELINGS. FEELINGS OF THE MOST SENTIMENTAL KIND.ahh so cute
Sherman raises an eyebrow.
"-Just ‘Officer’ is fine, miss."
"There’s a dollar store just down the block that’s selling some. Do you want me to walk you to it?"
— - She doesn’t exactly like the idea of taking his help, but he offered it, and she already looked enough like a drowned rat as it stood.
”………fine. Officer. Lead the way,
before I change my mind.”
Alright, so the sass is pretty unnecessary. She can’t help it.
fOR SPIRITS’ SAKE KORRA
WATCH THE ROAD. WE DRIVE ON
THE RIGHT IN THIS NATION.
and yOU EXPECT ME TO KNOW THAT
THERE ARE NO ROADS IN THE SOUTH POLE, ASAMI
THERE’S JUST S N O W
scentoflosers asked ;
"Thankfully, it’s not my job to help you."
— - She scoffed, a brutishly undignified sound that was more than effective in showing her distaste for his words. The distaste hardly ended there though, and she hoped the steely look she gave him would give him the hint.
“Well, thankfully," she spat, placing particular emphasis on the word she was parroting back to him, "I don’t need your help.”
It wasn’t entirely a lie, she could have fixed the situation with the assistance of anyone really. But in the end, she did need someone, though she would never give him the satisfaction of letting that someone be him, even if he were to offer her a hand.
“If you want to see me really thankful, you’ll start walking away. Now.”
aRE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME
THOSE AREN’T EVEN REAL WORDS
omg korra u qt.
wHAT IS THIS STICK THAT SAYS ‘PRINDLE” AND HOW DO I USE IT
toserveandtoprotect asked ;
"You look like you could use a hand."
— - “Stunningly astute observation there, detective."
Biting sarcasm oozed from her lips as she tossed the soaked remnants of the map aside. Her hair was a mess of soaking strings that hung limply in her face, and her shoulders shook with chill when the wind blew. Raindrops fell from the tip of her nose, but she was still able to hit him with a sharpened glare.
“Don’t suppose you can make it stop raining? Or at least point me to a place where I can get an umbrella?”