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norbertsykes · 9 years ago
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korraslegacies replied to your post “tw for csa and abuse mention in the Tags yall”
ur important to me <3
omg thank u.. ur important to me too
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themakorrasociety · 9 years ago
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do you have the links to the fan art pieces in that satellite/sky gifset?
Hi! The art is done by the lovely and talented @kaiayame! You can probably find the original on her blog, under her amazing art tag!
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red-hooded · 9 years ago
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@korraslegacies
“You know... I quite like thinking that I know most things about most people worth knowing about” Jason mused, unfolding his arms to contemplate, before pointing at Korra. “But you? I really know next to nothing about you...so you’ll just need to forgive me for dropping in unannounced like this. It’s nothing personal”.
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norbertsykes · 9 years ago
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korraslegacies replied to your post “me: is a csa survivor muse: is a csa survivor  me: is mentally ill...”
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irohthesecond · 9 years ago
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Lanterns hanging from the old temple’s pillars cast long shadows through the hall, whisps of fragrant smoke streamed through the warm, fiery glow.  Iroh laid his offerings on his ancestor’s altar.  Strings of meat, fruit, wine, polished white rice; standard gifts for a much venerated forefather.  He did make sure to include a personal touch, burning with the food and wine a portrait of his grandfather’s dragon.  Roku would be glad to know he kept up the family tradition.
Few people had the luxury of honoring their ancestor in public temples far from home, and Iroh made the most of it.  “... and with this humble offering, I supplicate my honored ancestor for the wealth, happiness, longevity, fortune, and prosperity of his faithful progeny.”  Igniting his gift, Iroh only then noticed he wasn’t alone in the city temple.  Still, he completed his three bows, touching his forehead to the floor three times before standing and turning to greet the new Avatar.
“Korra, good to see you.  Was just talking to you, after a fashion,” he remarked, smiling for his old friend.
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bcgaboo · 9 years ago
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captain-atoma · 9 years ago
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korraslegacies replied to your post:MY URLLLLL
wat the hell is that first icon u wanna fite
he WORRIES
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irohthesecond · 9 years ago
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"Somehow, I am still in love with life."
A warm smile flooded the older man’s face, looking out over the bay the two of them first met three years ago, bathed in a golden sunset.  After seeing so many broken forever by grief, loss, damage, and pain, the girl who’d saved his life time and again was leaning over the rail of the temple’s meditation pavilion, her smile beaming over a boundless horizon.
“Don’t let anyone take that from you.”  It seemed redundant after Amon, her uncle, and Zaheer all tried, but some things couldn’t go unsaid.  
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circusmade · 9 years ago
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@korraslegacies
❝I don’t actually think I know what you’re talking about.❞
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irohthesecond · 9 years ago
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I want the K.
2: Cheek Kiss
With the Cauldron stretching out before them, the gala thrown in Korra’s honor faded into a distant, dull roar as they shared the balcony.  It had been quite the evening, a solemn ceremony followed by a raucous celebration; it wasn’t every day a twenty one year old girl was inducted into the Order of the Crown, after all, ‘for outstanding service to the Fire Nation.’  Sharing her company was the real privilege, though.  After a few flutes of champagne, Iroh had his dander up, and leaned in to give the girl a warm, familiar kiss on the cheek, an explanation tacked on as an afterthought.
“For saving my life again.”
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