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@korraweek
Hey Korra fans! It's getting close to the end of the series, so we were thinking of having another Korra Week after the finale as a sort of ending celebration to give one final thank you to Korra and everything she's done for us. If you have time, it would be greatly appreciated if you could fill out the survey above to let us know your thoughts on another Korra Week! Thank you!
Some quick sketch post mercury poisoning Korra on the iPad. I’m really curious about how fast her recovery will be. Book 3 was kick ass, damnit I love this show!!!
Korra Week | Day 6: Wisdom
So I didn’t manage to get a picture out every day for Korra Week, but I still want to draw Wisdom and Triumph, it’d have nagged at me if I hadn’t finished what I’d started. Had trouble with thinking of this but it’s surpassed my expectations, I’m happy with it!
Other Korra Week days…
Korra Week | Day 5: Growth (2), Korra Week | Day 5: Growth, Korra Week | Day 4: Home, Korra Week | Day 3: Fear, Korra Week | Day 2: Fierce, Korra Week | Day 1: Alone
Korra Week Day 2 - Fierce
"Well, I’m the old Avatar and my era is not done yet."
Korra Week 2014- Day 7: Triumph
"The strong survive, but the courageous triumph."
Korra Week: Day Seven ~ Triumph
In the end, there were screams, chaos and death. Republic City was on fire, her friends unable to do a thing because of Zaheer’s control over her, threatening to put her in the Avatar State and kill her if they even lifted a finger. People were dying. The new air nation was dying before it had bloomed. And Korra couldn’t watch any longer as her friend’s hands were tied while the world descended in chaos.
She gathered all her mental strength and stealthily moved some of Ming Hua’s water away from her. Then she froze it into a knife, not strong enough to cut through bone but enough to-
She couldn’t repress a grunt as she bended the frozen knife into her own heart. It was messy, missing the heart almost entirely. But the excruciating pain and the black that was swallowing up her vision told her she’d been successful.
Her friend’s eyes widened in horror, screaming in disbelief. Even Zaheer looked surprised. “You fool, what are you doing?”
“You. You said it – it y-yourself.” Korra spat with her last breaths, a bloody smile on her face. “The world – the world – it no longer n-needs me.”
“I’m-m no longer your pu-puppet. Good luck….” She spat out blood, and the tears on her father’s face hurt more than the wound in her chest but nobody ever said that being the avatar was easy. “-W-w-with finding the next a-avatar. I will …. be haunting ….. you.”
“No…. NOO!” All the pain, all the horror, it was worth the look on Zaheer’s face as he realized that he had lost his leverage. She died to the sound of his dying wails as her friends took out their bloody vengeance on him, and it was strangely peaceful.
Then, it all went back.
When she woke up, there was nothing except serenity and a voice. “Welcome Home, Korra.” Her predecessor said. “You did well.”
Slowly the spirit world blinked into existence around her, and she could see the spirit of Aang sitting in front of her on the spring meadow. She looked at her hands. The blood was gone. “I’m dead, am I not?” Korra asked.
Aang smiled. “You’re the avatar, you’re never truly dead.” He said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Thanks to you, the avatar cycle is preserved, and we will be born again.”
Suddenly the flames, the screams and the terror flashed back into her mind, and the sky grew darker. “Did I succeed?” She asked with a heavy voice.
“Yes. Your friends are safe, the world is at peace. For now.” Aang put a hand on her shoulder, and it felt surprisingly light. “But your sacrifice has made it so that once darkness tries to take it away again, the new avatar will take your place and save the world again.”
A strange peace settled over her, and she noticed how her surrounding began to change back. “How am I even talking to you?” Korra realized. “I thought you were gone when Vaatu..”
Her predecessor nodded. “ It is true that the connection with our previous lives was severed. But that doesn’t mean that we cease to exist. All spirits that have a place in this world. It will just be harder to find us.” He gave her a cheeky smile, one that made him seem so much younger. “But that’s where you come in.”
“How?” Korra asked, looking down at her lap. “I’m probably the least spiritual avatar ever.”
Aang chuckled. “Wait till you meet some of your other previous lives. You’d be surprised.” “The next avatar will still be connected to you. And you shall be the link between generations of avatars.”
She sighed. “It doesn’t end with death, doesn’t it?”
“The separation between life and death is an illusion, as you will find out soon enough.” He explained, and Korra took that as a yes. “But that’s enough for now. The new avatar will soon be born and it is time to celebrate your triumph with the others.”
Korra looked up with surprise in her eyes. “My triumph? I died before I could defeat Zaheer. I died before I turned 20!” She cried out, and an echo of tears and screams passed through her mind.
“Not all victories have a happy ending, and not all evil can be halted by killing the badguy.” Aang reassured her with a kind of wisdom that she had hoped to achieve somewhere during her life. Aang offered her his hand, and with it an infinity. “You were willing to give your life for the sake of hundreds of others, and for the sake of all of us avatars. In death, you were triumphant.”
She took it, and somewhere in the burning remnants of Ba Sing Se an infant came into the world, screaming his lungs out. The cycle continued.
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Korra is brave enough to make the ultimate sacrifice in order to save the world. This was the end of Korra Week 2014. I will admit I entered just to be able to write out this idea, but in the end I enjoyed it. Until next year?
My last rough sketch. seven for seven, for Korra Week. I’m glad I decided to do all this, it was an interesting experience.
Drawing set after Korra defeats Amon and learns airbending.
Day Seven: Triumph
Korra Week / Day 7: Triumph
Korra Week -- Triumph
"So how did the talks go?" Tenzin asked. He sounded tense; he knew what failure meant when tribes like the Zhangs and the Gan Jins were at odds.
"They went great," Korra said, still a bit surprised by her own success. "I don’t know what the airbenders told them, but they all seemed like they were waiting to hear what the Avatar had to say. Once I suggested a compromise, everything fell into place."
"That’s great to hear!" Tenzin said. "You might have just averted a war."
Korra smiled.
It was kind of ironic. For nearly a year, she’d been deprived of a proper victory. Whenever she won a fight, she either lost something else or realized she wasn’t even fighting the right battle, to the point that she’d almost forgotten what success felt like. And now, when she was finally given a chance to triumph, she did so without throwing a single punch.
Clearly, the universe had a sense of humor.
Korra Week- Day 6 (Wisdom)
Korra was caught in a strange kind of balance of being expected to know absolutely everything and nothing.
She was the Avatar so it was given that she would know which plan of action to take, which way to lead the not so compliant world, and how to handle every single problem ever. (Half the time Korra didn’t even know what she wanted for breakfast.)
On the other hand, Korra was the ignorant girl from the middle of a big ice hunk that had nowhere near enough experience to fulfill the duties expected of her. (How many times, exactly, did they expect her to save the world until she was experienced enough?) Critical eyes would drift over her biceps and her forced grin and it would be determined that this girl was not to be trusted.
Korra was no scholar, but she had come to learn that being well-read didn’t have a whole lot to do with saving people
The first thing Korra studied with eagerness in the new world outside of the compound was human nature. It had taken her awhile to realize people were different here. They were rawer, bolder, and they would have been intimidating if Korra hadn’t loved them so much.
She sat for hours in restaurant alcoves or park benches just watching. She examined the way their faces flowed from one emotion to the next (she was certainly no stranger to emotion), quirking and shifting into new forms. It reminded her of a kind of bending. In order to be a good Avatar, she’d have to understand people bending. Something told her that she’d never really be a master.
She couldn’t really sit and watch anymore. Wherever she sat, people would recognize her and they’d come and thank her for one thing or another. But she still tried.
What had scared her so much about Zaheer’s ideas was that she may have agreed with some of them. His ideas were like the blood bending of people bending. In the end, he hadn’t understood either. He had tried, but he had been trying to shape the people into a form of freedom that none of them really wanted.
All the politics and philosophical ideas aside, people wanted two main things: safety and happiness. That was what Korra was born to give, and give it she would. Korra knew how people worked and what they needed. That was more than enough for her.
Korra Week- Day Seven (Triumph)
It was taking Korra awhile to adapt to the small victories.
She was determined to call them victories, because she didn’t know what happen to her if that once blazing but now smoldering competitive flame went out. She couldn’t stop trying, and sometimes (most of the time), she reallyreally wanted to stop trying.
So she set up a means to prove to herself that she was still fighting. Eating half of the breakfast Pema brought in-that was a battle won. Saying hello back to Mako, Asami, or Bolin when they lingered uncertainly in doorways- that was a tide overcome. Looking somewhere else other than that damned wall- it was ground gained.
Over the last year she had fought for a lot more than herself: the benders, the world, the world again only two weeks later. She’d been fighting and fighting but this was a different kind of fight.
She was fighting to reclaim herself. People argued that the world needed her, but it really didn’t. Not with all these air benders doing her job for her. (It was so horribly ironic because when Korra had come around the people had wanted another Avatar Aang, and well, now they had the next best thing.) It had taken chunks out of the foundation she had built to tell herself so what if they don’t need me? I need me.
Winning back territory was the hardest part. Clenching her fist without the muscles up and down her arms shivering was infuriating. Stumbling around like a drunk on unsteady legs was demeaning. The whole thing would have been rather embarrassing if she hadn’t already been stripped down the barest form of humbleness that she could possibly be.
The alternative to losing was one she couldn’t let herself imagine because then she’d become lost in it and she’d never find her way out. She followed the checkpoints one shaky step at a time. She’d been defined by her victories before, but now she was coming to realize that this victory would be made up of the smaller triumphs along the way.
“The strong survive, but the courageous triumph.” -Michael Scott
This is for Korra Week 2014: Day 7; Triumph. I wanted to go with the idea that Korra has had many triumphs along the way. While she’s done so many amazing things—defeating Amon, Unalaq, Zaheer—she’s also accomplished so many amazing little things; smiling for Jinora, becoming friends with Asami, leaving the compound, unlocking airbending, meditating into the spirit world and so on. She’s just incredible.
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Fierce: Korra by RedVioletPanda
I wanted to do at least one piece for Korra Week. The finale was so awesome, and I wanted to draw Korra as her bamf self again, this time with firebending
Korra Week | Day 7: Triumph
Triumph ( Korra Week )
Last day… :’( A bit rushed at the end, but I did my best.
Enjoy!~
(one more time)
************* Korra Book 3 Rated K *************
The world doesn’t need you anymore.
Korra’s breath caught in her throat when the ominous, familiar voice echoed in her mind. The voice was so clear she almost thought that its owner was in that very room.
Her tired eyes flickered back and forth. She saw the president, Mako, Bolin, Pema, Lin and Suyin across the stage from her. From the corner of her eye, she saw the injured Bumi and Kya to her right, and her parents and Fire Lord Zuko to her left. Around the alter stood the entirety of the new Air Nation while attendees sat respectfully on mats below, watching the anointment of the first airbending master in a generation. No one in the room triggered any memory of that voice.
Her chest rose and fell with a silent sigh. She was hearing things again. Just like last week at the hospital, those long, cold nights hooked up to tubes, listening to her fears echo and bounce off the walls and surround her like merciless tigerdillos, crying out when the walls began to close in on her.
It didn’t matter, though. She knew the voice was right. The Avatar is no longer needed.
She felt her heart leap to her throat when a soft hand squeezed her shoulder. She glanced up at Asami, who seemed to have sensed her uneasiness. “It’s okay,” she reassured quietly as to not disturb the ceremony, “Just a little longer.”
Korra looked away, keeping her mouth shut. Instead she tried to focus on Tenzin, who was praising her for bringing back the Air Nation after nearly two hundred years.
"… There is no way we can ever repay her for all she’s done…"
She mentally sneered at that comment. What exactly has she done? Opening the portals only further aggravated the people of the world. Spirits roamed and sometimes terrified them, and she was to blame for everything after that. She put Republic City in danger— twice, caused a civil war, lost her connection with her past Avatars, and was the main reason for the fall of Ba Sing Se.
The hard truth reverberated in her head once more, this time louder and just as mocking:
The world doesn’t need you anymore.
Of course not. With her in a wheelchair, what use was she to her people? She’s been told she’ll get better, but how long will that be? A month? A year? Her brows furrowed, eyes stinging with tears threatening to leak out. Even if she does regain her mobility, it’d be highly unlikely for anyone to ask for her help. Not like she’s been completely successful in that department before.
She stared down at her lap shamefully. What could she do that the airbenders alone couldn’t do twice as well?
"… But we can follow her example of service and sacrifice…"
Those words pushed away Korra’s negative thoughts and rang in her head. Service and sacrifice… Has she really done something that honorable?
Suddenly, a cloudy memory from deep in the pits of her mind resurfaced for a split second, the recollection of her and Amon’s inevitable face off and the victory she gained. Her gaze softened. That was when she finally unlocked her airbending. She could never forget that.
Then another memory— the moment she connected with her inner spirit, tapping into the energy of the universe to defeat Unavaatu once and for all— flashed past her vision. A small smile appeared on her face. That was her own spirit, wasn’t it? Not Raava’s. That was something to be proud of.
"… But unlike our ancestors, we will serve people of all nations, working wherever there is corruption and discord, to restore balance and peace," Tenzin was saying. He turned to her, his eyes full of happiness and gratitude. "Avatar Korra, I vow that we will do everything in our power to follow in your footsteps and bring harmony to the world." He pressed his left fist into his right hand, bowing— a sign of respect.
Slightly stunned but swelling with pride, Korra modestly bowed her head to him in response.
She has done some notable things as the Avatar. She’s inspired so many people in this room and more. Even Tenzin is honoring her good deeds. That has to mean something!
Something else flashed in her mind, the small smile on her face vanishing as quickly as it appeared. Zaheer’s calm, menacing stare, piercing into her soul, spreading fear throughout her body. He caused her immobility, rendering her unable to protect her people. What does she gain out of this?
She hardly had enough time to ponder on this; when Tenzin removed the hood off of Jinora’s cloak, revealing her newly tattooed head, Korra choked up.
This… she thought, I did this.
A single tear ran down her cheek. To say she was overwhelmed was an understatement. She couldn’t believe all the tasks she really accomplished, nor did she realize it before. She opened the portals, she put darkness in its place, she fought her own battles, and she brought the Air Nation back. But most of all, she restored the balance once again.
"We can leave if this is too much, Korra," she heard Asami tell her, "Just say the word and we’re gone."
But Korra just shook her head, more tears streaking down from her eyes the faint smile returning.
The challenges that were laid out in front of her were difficult, but she always came out triumphant.
Korra Week Day - 1 Alone.
“I’m the last Avatar”
You’re learning well.
Korra Week / Day 6: Wisdom
