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Sokka Death Theory

We know that Sokka outlived Aang because he knew Korra when she was little, but we don’t know when or how he died. I think it was Zaheer and the Red Lotus. If you think about how much work went it to those prisoner specific cells that were spread around the world (P'li in the ice cave, Ming Hua in the volcano) and to have White Lotus guards on them all the time. Ozai didn’t even have that much security, granted he didn’t have his bending but still. What did they have to do in order to have that steep a punishment? I think it was Tonraq that told about the Red Lotus trying to kidnap Korra when she was little, that Chief Sokka had a part in saving her. That’s when he died. The Red Lotus killed him during the attack, Korra and Tonraq got away. He died fighting. He died a hero.


Genre: Romance/Smut

Rating: M

Pairing(s): Makorra

Excerpt: The pounding of the shower meets her ears, and she can’t help but smile as she realizes just why she felt the need to come visit Mako tonight.  She knows his routines, knows that after a long day on the job he always seeks the solace of scorching hot water against his skin.  She can already imagine the sight of him, steam and rivulets of water traversing his bare muscles.

A/N:  For Makorra Smut Week - (1) Shower

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Korra Appreciation Week -- Compassion

When Korra was seven, compassion was rules and frustration, something stodgy old White Lotus guards came up with to lambast her for being too aggressive.  The first time they told her she should care about “the life of the tiniest spider-fly caught in its own web,” she almost laughed.  Spider-flies were gross, and it was their own fault if they were stupid enough to get caught.

When Korra was seventeen, compassion was empathy for the repentant – the former criminal, the former cheater, the former councilman.  Villains didn’t have to stay villains, she realized, and for the first time she understood why she might want to help them untangle themselves from the webs they’d built.

When Korra was eighteen, compassion was sacrifice.  She gave herself up for the airbenders; she accepted agony and death for Raava.  Life was sacred, she had come to believe, so she disregarded her own and was caught.

And so, when Korra was twenty-one, compassion was solidarity, a manifestatation of her own hard-won self-love.  Kuvira didn’t want change – in fact, she was busily tangling herself further when Korra confronted her.  But for the first time, Korra looked at the spider-fly and saw herself; Kuvira’s web wasn’t the only one she untangled that day.