You know, I’m confused about something. If Thomas Astruc said that the reveal would happen in season 5 (no one even knows for sure if THAT’s true, but honestly, I hope it is), then why would it happen in the current season? I’m beginning to think that what others are saying is true: that this is a complete fake out and the trailer is just to keep people hyped with suspense.
I think I know the Astruc tweet you’re referring to, and it was confirmed fake. I’m pretty sure Astruc has never said when the reveal would happen, and in general Astruc loathes spoilers like that so it wouldn’t really make sense if he did.
Either way though, a reveal right smack-dab in the middle of season 2 just makes no sense to me, especially since it’s implied to be at the very beginning of the episode. How awkward of a time for a huge climax of the show to happen….
To anybody who was keeping up w/ my Moving with the Air rp:
It will be put on a short hiatus this week, for this week is special for me; this is the week in which the day my good friend @anurithebluestorm and I met (one whole year! :D). Instead of what we’ve been doing, this week, she and I have planned a short, Christmas-themed roleplay appropriately created to also celebrate our muses Anuri and Korra’s relationship. We hope you enjoy it (cuznothingisplannedandwe'repullingthisrightoutofourbutts). :3
Happy birthday, anurithebluestorm!!!! I whipped this up spesh for you, fresh off the brain! I hope this is a decent fic! Also, second werewolf!Korra AU! (I'm in a werewolf mood, so dah. ;p)
I recommend checking this out before reading this, but it isn't really mandatory unless you get lost at some parts during this fic. Do whatever you want, hehe! :3
Enjoy!
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Makorra
Rated T
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“What do you think they are?” Mako twisted his head to the side to get a glimpse at the girl laying in the grass adjacent from him.
Korra shrugged. “Big balls of gas, I heard,” she replied. “You?”
"Spirits.”
Korra tilted her chin upward and turned her aquamarine gaze on the boy, confused and incredulous at the idea, but he was staring back up into the sky again. From her position, she could just barely see the uncharacteristic twinkle of child-like wonder in his eyes. His shoulders vibrated with a light chuckle.
"Spirits,” he repeated. “That's what I was told, at least... My mother believed that, and told me stories about them every night before I went to sleep-- how they're there to watch over us and protect us from afar, to serve as our lifelong guardians...” He heaved a sigh and fell silent, reminiscing simpler times.
Korra took this into consideration as she turned back to the sky. “She thought that, huh?” she murmured.
"Yeah,” Mako answered after a moment of reverie.
"It's bullshark,” Korra grumbled.
He blinked in surprise at her sudden change of mood. “How so?” he asked.
"It's just... t-the very idea,” she sputtered, “that spirits even care about all of us who live here on Earth-- it's ridiculous! I mean, they don't protect us.”
Mako frowned. “What do you mean? Of course they do.”
Korra let out a low growl. “No, they don't,” she shot back quietly. “They never have.”
He sat up and glared down at her in wide-eyed disbelief. "How can you--” He stopped when her cold, hard stare seemed to pierce through the night sky. Her face was twisted in a rueful scowl. During this silence, he realized exactly what she meant. “... Korra...”
She closed her eyes. “I can't blame you, I guess,” she said afterward. “It's not your fault you grew up listening to stupid fairytales.”
Mako looked at her in slight disgust. “They're not all that stupid, Korra,” he retorted. “I understand they're just stories, but--”
Korra interrupted him with a scornful laugh, peeking at him lazily. “Course they are,” she sneered at him. “The only purpose they serve is to put kids to sleep at night.”
"What are you talking about?” Mako sputtered.
"Apparently it's not as obvious to you that those stories don't apply to monsters like me.”
"They're fairytales, aren't they?!”
The words left his mouth before he could stop them.
Her face darkened even more than it already had, eyes dulling briefly before they flickered back to an icy blue. Her jaw set dangerously as the silence stretched on longer than it should have. “Right... I hear ya loud and clear...”
Mako stared at her, trying to come up with the right words to make up for what he said. He opened his mouth to speak, words failing him several times before he murmured, “Korra... That's not what I meant...”
He cautiously reached out his hand to her shoulder, but she pulled away and rolled onto her hands and knees in a defensive position. Her eyes narrowed and tinted red. “You're crazy! If the spirits were true guardians like you believe, then they'd put even the littlest amount of effort to making sure thousands like me aren't being killed for being alive.”
Mako slowly got on his knees, never breaking eye contact with her. “But you're alive!” he exclaimed.
"I'm lucky to be alive!” Korra's eyes blazed ferociously as she bared her teeth. “I'm cursed to have been born!” Her shoulder blades rose when Mako reached out to touch her again. In one swift jerk of her body, she assumed her beastial form, claws extended to create small slots in the ground. Her snout scrunched up and her ears flattened against her head, her fur bristling.
Mako froze in place, afraid her instincts would get the better of her. He threw her his most intimidating glare, despite him now being half her size. “Don't say that! They're just stories,” he tried to remind her. “What makes you think you've been cursed?”
"Everything!” she roared, her voice now twice as low and menacing. “I didn't ask to be made, I'm struggling to survive everyday, I've been on my own for years! One look at me and people will do one of two things: run or shoot at me! Nobody wants me around for crap!”
"I want you around!” Mako retorted, getting to his feet.
"Look at me, Mako! What makes you think I'm a blessing?!”
“Everything!”
Korra ceased her growling at this, clearly caught off guard. She donned a confused expression on her face as she tried to make sense of what he said. “W-wh... what?”
Mako huffed in an irritated manner. “Everything about you is what I live for,” he explained both crossly and awkwardly. “You always talk about yourself in this way and I hate it! You think you know everything about what people think of you and, hell, you may be right about it most times. But I never once thought you were a nuisance or a threat. Why the hell do you think I come back to these godforsaken woods if I saw you as either of those things?!”
Korra's ears twitched and fell to the sides of her head. She looked down at her paws as the boy continued.
“You may not see it, but I truly do care about you! I don't care what you are!” Mako paced in front of her in frustration. “I'll take all of you and every little thing you think is wrong with you and not give a second thought on it. I love you, Korra! Don't you dare doubt--!” He stopped in his tracks, his back facing Korra.
A long silence bore down on the both of them, the tension nearly unbearable. Before long, there was a whimpering sound (if he didn't know any better, Mako would've sworn it was him after that little fit he threw). When he turned around, he saw the brown wolf facing her paws still, her head lowered to her chest, eyes shut tightly, and her body shaking at stuttering intervals.
Korra looked up at him after a moment or two, her eyes returning to their natural azure, and said in a hushed, broken whisper, as if in confirmation, “Y-you... You're serious.”
Mako slowly knelt down in front of her and looked her in the eye. “I'm not gonna take it back, if that's what you mean,” he replied calmly and quietly, a little less confident than he was moments before. He took her large front paw and gently held it up a foot off the ground. “Now... please calm down.”
Korra was silent for a while, staring at the boy in front of her, incredulity written all over her face. Then suddenly, tears sprung from the corners of her eyes as she took on her human form again. Her shoulder-length hair fell in a curtain around her face when she lowered it back to her chest.
“I can't...” she whispered faintly.
“You can't what?” Mako took her other hand and rubbed his thumb over the backs.
Korra was quiet for a beat, then she curled her fingers in his and pressed her forehead to his own. “... I can't lead you into this.”
"What could you lead me into that I haven't already accustomed myself to?” he mumbled indifferently into her hair.
He was dumbstruck at the sound of light giggling. He opened his eyes and pulled away to look down at her. She brought her head back up, her nose crinkling in a rather adorable way, Mako noticed, as she continued to laugh. Once she composed herself, she gazed up back into his eyes once again, streaks of dried tears staining her cheeks.
“I hate it when you're right,” she sighed. With that, she pressed her lips deeply against his own, catching him clearly by surprise.
Mako was stiff for a moment before he, too, melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her almost protectively.
Surely no one would notice that he's been gone all night.
