Korra Criticism Day

Dear Korra,

Korra, baby. I love you, but you have issues, and I’ve held this in long enough.

It’s bad enough to have a romantic subplot consume the main issue, but girl, if you’re going to be indecisive about which of the brothers’ dicks you want, why Mako and Bolin? Why not Councilman Sexy McDoucheface or Masked Actual Psychic Bloodbending Asshole Noacockblock?

What the hell, girl?

Look at your life; look at your choices.

I just can’t deal with this.



His Greatest Fantasies

Rating: M for INCEST INCEST INCEST. Did I mention that there is INCEST in here?

Pairings: Amorralok

Word count: 992

Note: This is Lantur’s fault.


The letter is yellowed, and he believes that it will not fare well if he picks it up. It was sent almost eighteen years ago, and Amon had pushed it out of his mind then. He had obligations. However, four years later, there was an ecstatic announcement on the radio that made the thoughts resurface.

Amon—well, Noatak—didn’t get another letter then. Lives move on. Yet when he’s in his musty, dank apartment and reads the morning newspaper, he must be seeing things. His eyes are bloodshot. He spent the entire night making arrangements. Being an invincible being who is always present in the shadows is quite harrowing when one is just a man who requires sleep. He’ll perhaps scrape up four, five hours of rest. No matter how exhausted Amon is, there is always something intrusive on his mind. Soon, his age will catch up with him.

He gazes at the front page for his daily dose of irony. Moves toward peace through raiding establishments? A curfew? Curtailed rights? But no, no. Of course not. It couldn’t be something so humorous.

Avatar Korra Accepts Councilman Tarrlok’s Marriage Proposal, it reads.

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"Imagine your OTP finding out they're pregnant."


“Summer Dying Fast” compliant.

One version:

“Do you know whose it is? Tarrlok asks.

Korra’s cheeks redden, her face scrunching up in annoyance. "Uh, duh, no.”

“Well, dear brother,” Noatak says, patting Tarrlok’s back, “you once told me how grateful you would be to have a full family again. As atonement for my past crimes, I allow you to take this one.”

Other version:

“I’m pregnant.”

Noatak says, “…”

Korra blinks. “Wait, Tarrlok, what the fuck?" 

masksarehot said: Watertribe sandwiches are tasty enough to whet even the most discerning of appetites.


I think Benedict Cumberbatch would be a waterbender with cheekbones like that. Cause you know, the power to waterbend actually comes from your facial bone structure. Not something silly like genetics. 

ninaballerinacaterina asked:

Amorralok with Mako cockblocking? :D

The brothers’ wounds have long closed–their scars set–while they’ve been under house arrest in a guarded section of the air temple, and Korra ignores the whispers of those around her when she goes there in the night. It’s a time of unwinding and indulging, a short spark of a reprieve after several long days of settling disputes and being met with sights she’s never been accustomed to in her insulated confinement at the compound. 

When Mako, her former boyfriend, storms in on Korra and the two prisoners after he inquires incredulously why the snickering guards aren’t doing anything but standing there as he hears moaning and screaming from behind the wall, his face blanches when Amon asks if he’d like to join the sordid tangle on the bed. Betrayal and dismay written on his face, Mako stammers before ducking out and quelling the urge to retch as Korra sighs and unwraps herself from the two men, beginning to dress herself wordlessly and mentally preparing an explanation. She doesn’t believe the bathroom line will work this time.

I really want "His Greatest Fantasies" to be a Rickroll.

“Hey, here’s a happy, quality Makorra fic!”

“Hey, I read this great Korrasami fic!”

And then they link to Korra having sex with Tarrlok as Amon watches and fantasizes as she’s secretly Amon’s daughter and Tarrlok’s uncle and Amon is completely aware of this.

EDIT: Tarrlok’s uncle? Niece. Wow, I suck.


Summary: Huddling-for-warmth Amorralok … kind of?

Rating: T; no major warnings

Threesome: Amorralok

Word count: 467


Because fate is a pregnant, wolf-tiger, Korra finds herself trapped in a cave with Tarrlok and Noatak as a blizzard rages outside. It was supposed to be a simple hunting trip. In her defense, Korra never intended to visit her uncle for spiritual guidance with the purpose of shacking up with her two former enemies. It just sort of happen. Like love at first time, except love is hate, and hate is inexplicable friction.

Noatak’s proposal doesn’t go over well with her. Her exact words can be summed up with, “Wait, right now?” Though more shock should be added to the pot, turned up to simmer. Tarrlok’s reaction fluctuates a bit. He’s mostly a spider-snake, shedding skins when it best suits him, and it’s not certain whether his bafflement or fleeting smugness is the real facade. It’s probably the most emotion he’s shown in these last five years he’s been in this mental hibernation to preserve himself.

“There aren’t many other options,” Noatak replies, limbs stiff.

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Korra Smut Week

OK, so the mod over at Korra’s Boyfriends sent me this:

Hiiiiiii! I’m the lady behind the curtain for Korra’s Boyfriends, and one of the ladies trying to make Korra Smut Week a thing. I saw that you liked the post I made about it on korrasbfs and was hoping you’d be willing to help promote it (either make a post linking to it or reblog us) now that we have an official home for the week (korra-smut-week). We’re trying to reach out to all corners of the fandom to help spread the word about unity and Korra sex and would really appreciate your help.

Of course, you don’t have to know me for too long to know that I support a) fandom unity and b) Korra sex, so promoting this is a pretty fun thing for me. I’ve looked up the info for this, and here’s the FAQ.

  • What is this?

This is Korra Smut Week, a shipping week with a smutty bent dedicated to the creation of art, fic, graphics, music, ANYTHING about the sexy and powerful Korra and her many loves!

  • Oh great another shipping week. Why should I care?


This is a week to promote not a single ship, but all the ships! And to celebrate fandom unity and cooperation, as well as to pump us up in the run up to the as yet unannounced Book 2 premiere.

Also sex and hilarity and sexy hilarity.

  • Wait, all the ships?

ALL the ships, so long as they involve Korra. Twosomes, threesomes, confusing orgies (aka Korrgies), everything. And participants don’t have to be tied down to one ship all week - you can make something for a different ship every day if you want!

Also, if you don’t feel comfortable writing smut, you can also just write clean shipping stuff. Smut is just highly encouraged.

You can suggest prompts here. The date is not set yet, but it will be shortly before Book 2 airs, since the intent is to get people excited for the new season (half-season?). From what I’ve read, it will probably take place in late March or early April, and the point is just to write about Korra having sex all week in correspondence to the prompts that will be given.

As I’ve already linked above, The place for info and suggestions is korra-smut-week. Honestly, Korra is a pimp, and I’d love some contributions about her lovely harem of men and women. Even if you don’t like Korra, smut is still pretty great, right?


Summary: A slow, freezing realization seeped into her. 

Rating: T; there’s only a brief mention of a nonviolent character death and allusions to past sexual encounters

Pairings: Korrlok; past Amorra

Word count: 3,626

Notes: Nila belongs to Lantur, not me. This is basically if “Chiaroscuro” meets “Cheating the Spirits.” Nila was born about a year and a half after Arja, and they are both taken to live in a compound at a young age after the Equalists take over Republic City, and their uncle removes the bending of their mother–the Avatar–and their father, former Councilman Tarrlok. Except he’s not really Arja’s uncle, and then it gets complicated.

Also, what does the title have to do with this? Nothing, but it’s such a pretty word, isn’t it?


“You know,” Nila says with a grin, “I can handle it.” She sits before a dresser, her view of the mirror obstructed by her sister, who kneels to fuss over her hair. 

“They have to be even.” Nila remembers when they shared this room, but they were given separate living quarters as teenagers. Arja pulls too hard, an equal amount of hair falling on each of Nila’s shoulders as she guides them, and Nila is certainly glad that she’s already brushed her hair. Three braids, always three.

Their Uncle Noatak cut what long hair he had as an adolescent to sever his ties with his past. Arja tells her that long hair is too much too handle. Too many locks that stray out of place. She never wears Water Tribe clothes. Arja curtly says that she has nothing against the different cultures, but she’s a Republic City citizen first. Or more aptly, she’s an Equalist before all else. Things about socioeconomical divides and stratification. Water Tribe women traditionally have had less power in history because of stark gender roles.

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This is a pick-your-own-plot Amorralok picture that took me three days to complete. This was sketched out first and then colored in GIMP. I haven’t used this program in about three years, and it’s been so long since I’ve really done visual art, so I apologize for any oddities. And I know this isn’t threesome porn, sorry. :(

Also the yellow reminds me of piss, which is terribad’s fault. Bedwetting must be genetic.

Disclaimer: the characters belong to Bryke.