Here are the drawings of TLOK- characters I did for my ig account.

Unimpressed General Iroh brings me such joy.

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bumizumii:

a little epilogue to my ficfor@orangepanic

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The two of them are nearly at the door when Asami first approaches them. Izumi feels sad for the girl- Pema told her what happened between her and all of her other friends. It doesn’t help that Mako and Korra are more affectionate than most couples, and she can imagine it sort of stings.

“Can I come with you?” Asami speaks before they can. “To the hospital, that is.”

She looks eager to go with them, and her eyes flicker between the two of them. They widen for a split second minute she sees Bumi’s arm wrapped around her waist.

Bumi shrugs, using his free hand to open the door. “Sure, but I’m warning ya’, I love Iroh more than life but the kid doesn’t talk much.”

“I’m sure I won’t mind.”

Inspired by this ficby@bumizumii, which opens with Izumi visiting her son Iroh in the healing center before going to check on her best friend, Bumi. But what happened to Iroh?

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Iroh let the book fall heavily to his chest, frustrated. His right arm ached. His left was barely useable at all. The healer assigned to him said in addition to the burns he’d torn something in his shoulder, probably either from when he’d grabbed onto the first plane or when he’d jumped from the last. That, plus the concussive force of the controlled fall from the statue, the shock from the electric fence, and his near drowning the day before, meant Iroh was to be shut up in the healing center for at least a couple of days. For observation, the healers said.

He hated it.

Deep down, Iroh knew he should be grateful. By all rights he should be dead. A lot of people were. So many, in fact, that he’d used most of his considerable powers of concentration not to think about it. There would be time enough to both mourn the fallen and deal with the consequences after he was well. But in the meantime all Iroh was allowed to do was lie here. He’d secured one of the few private rooms, his rank and background had required that, but that meant no one to talk to. His chief of staff had denied him any work. He’d had few visitors besides his mother, and she had a whole diplomatic schedule besides. And, as Iroh had just found out, his arms hurt too much to even read the book she’d left him. It seemed he was doomed to do little more than count the imperfections in the ceiling tiles.

Just then there was a quiet sound at the door. Iroh turned to see two pale green eyes peering through the crack in the door. His heart sped up a little. What was she doing here?

“You’re awake?” Asami asked.

Iroh nodded. “Please, come in.” He briefly wondered exactly how disheveled he looked.

Asami smiled as she pushed her way through the door. She was just as gorgeous as ever, her long black hair pulled back today in a simple tail. It looked sleek and soft and very touchable. Actually, all of her did. Brilliant. Brave. Kind. Dammit, it had been a long time since he’d been so thoroughly smitten.

“How are you?” he managed to ask.

Asami blinked. “Me? You’re the one in the healing center.”

He shrugged, then winced as hot pain shot through his left shoulder. As he did the book his mother had brought started to slide to the floor. Iroh tried to move but Asami darted forward, lightning quick, snatching it just before it tumbled off his body.

“Whoops,” she said, holding it out. Iroh tried to move his arm again, then shook his head.

“You can put it on the stand,” he said.

A crease appeared between her eyes as she set the book aside. “And how are you?”

“Fine,” Iroh said, and tried to sit up. He couldn’t, not quite. His chest ached from where he’d hit the water.

Asami’s little frown deepened as she set the book aside.

“Is everyone else alright?” he asked. Unharmed as she was, Asami must have come to the healing center to visit one of her friends.

“Yes, fine.” Something flickered across her face. It was clear neither of them were including her father in that statement. “I just came from Air Temple Island, actually. Your mother dropped by and mentioned you were here. It was nice to meet her.”

The fact Asami said “nice” and not “terrifying” was a point in her favor. Iroh loved his mother, but she could be rather indimidating.

“So what brings you by?” he asked.

She cocked her head slightly, as if puzzled. “I came to check on you.”

“Me?”

A faint pink rose to her cheeks. It was very pretty. “Yes,” she said. “It’s the least I could do. After everything.”

Iroh felt a heat rise to his own face. “I feel much better now that you’re here,” he heard himself say.

Smooth, real smooth. He could have kicked himself.

Asami, however, only smiled. It was a beautiful smile, both genuine and slightly embarrassed. It looked good on her. Iroh wouldn’t mind seeing it more often. Not at all. Then her eyes fell on the book.

“Do you want me to read to you?” she asked. “Your mother told me about your shoulder. It must be hard to hold that up.”

“That’s a lot of trouble,” Iroh said.

“Nonsense.” Asami slid into the chair next to the bed and picked up the book. “A History of the Mo Ce Peninsula from 1000 BG,” she read. Then she looked up and laughed. “A bit of light reading?”

Iroh smiled back at her. “I find I like Republic City,” he said. “I thought I may as well learn more about the people here.”

Asami met his eyes steadily. “Good.”

New Fic: First Love, Second Chance

@lone-star-ranger and I were chatting about the practicalities of Irosami in-universe given Iroh’s status as a prince. I admittedly hand-wave this a lot in my writing, but it’s believable he’d have some real restrictions, especially about who he could marry. Yet Iroh is a modern man. He wears his hair short, and is certainly not lazing about the Fire Nation. He’s out in the world. So, while Iroh might initially feel bound by rules and tradition when it comes to love, I like to think it’s perfectly reasonable that as he gets older he’d ask himself how important it really was. All he’d need then is a little encouragement.

A fic in which Mako convinces Iroh to go all Prince Harry, and in doing so realizes it’s not too late for his own second shot at love. Eventual Makorra & Irosami.

First Love, Second Chance - orange_panic_archive - Avatar: Legend of Korra [Archive of Our Own]

The real reason General Iroh hopped all those airplanes in S1

Poor dude just needed a confidence boost.

At least two people completely independently came up with the headcanon that General Iroh is the kind of man who makes smiley faces on pancakes. Therefore, it is now canon.

I thought long about Day 4’s prompts (of @atlaocweek) and what to write. And you know what? I think I will just share some headcanons with you now and write that later (maybe). It sounds really funny in my head, so I’m looking forward to writing that one day (when I feel better).

Since today’s theme was Alternate Universe, I thought, why not bring in the thought that I had for a while:

Appearance wise, Rosemary reminds me so much of Bumi. And I have no idea why but here it is. An AU with my girls Lian and Mebuki (and also Bumi and Iroh cuz I need them) setting in the world of Delicious Party Pretty Cure. We have

• Lian as Cure Gummy [キュアガミー] (food: fire gummies/mochi) & Gumgum [ガムガム] the monkey fairy.
• Mebuki as Cure Roast [キュアロースト] (food: Song’s Roast Duck (thanks atla cook book))&Yakuyaku[ヤクヤク], the gecko fairy.
• Iroh would get the alter ego of Chili Pepper [チリ・ペッパー] and Bumi the role of the captain of the CooKingom.

And together they rescue the food fairies to save the world of tastiness! Watch the craziness unfold one day!!

Dear Blue Light

Summary:After Mebuki was found by Bumi after the solstice, she has spent a few days with him and the crew. Her family is still… At least she was happy to know Bumi has a family.

Note:Yesterday was not a good day for me, so I ended up postponing my submission until now. It may be a little late, but there’s still time for family. Written for @atlaocweek