hi

Random Guest (on the first 3 chapters): "so here's my review on this."

So here's my review of your review.

"I thought this fanfiction was decent"

Thank u so much

"it could be a lot better though. The cursing felt forced to me and honestly the fanfiction title is more like, 'The gang bully Mako for three Chapters'."

looool ikr i was thinking the same thing myself tbh not gonna lie, idk what i have against mako lool

"Also apparently Mako's a pedo now for dating Asami and Korra in season one even though he was 18 and it's morally and legally okay as long as no sexual intercourse takes place but alright I guess-"

yh lol i was kinda reaching for a joke there huh? can't lie i was running out of jokes lol (but yh honestly i thought it was ok even if an 18y/o did fuck a 17y/o? like, its a 1 year age gap? that should be completely fine?)

"In my opinion this fanfiction has a lot of its flaws I enjoyed 'Korra doesn't like Fanfiction' more"

I know, I could write for decades and still not come up with something like KLDF I honestly love it so much someone get I'mNotGoodAtThis back on this damn website.

"but this fanfiction was still enjoyable."

I appreciate that alot, whoever u r ur a fucking legend thanks for the review.

ok this ones gonna be pretty random i cant lie

WORDS: 3.4K / RATING: M

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A Perfect World

"KORRA!" Asami screamed out to her from the balcony. "PLEASE! DON'T DO IT, KORRA!" She was in complete tears. No one could come up with a reason for why she would be doing something like this.

"If I'm wrong about this, I'm sorry!" Korra shuffled closer to the edge and looked down. She was never scared of heights, but the cars looked so small, and the people in the crowd that had gathered below on the street looked like crab-ants from here. But it had to be done. "Asami, I love you!" Korra took a deep breath, closed her eyes... and dove off the building.

"KORRAAAA!"

Korra heard the wind in her ears as she fell. She opened her eyes to the many floors passing her by through the windows that reflected the view of the sunset behind her. It was the only thing that didn't zoom past, apart from her own solemn reflection. But she caught something else in the reflection. Someone. And they were getting closer. Until the gliding figure collided with her and held her inside strong but slender arms in a graceful descent. Korra looked up at her savior.

Opal.

"What the fuck, Korra!?" she shouted over the wind, less gracefully than her flying. When they landed she stood her up gently. "Why did you try to kill yourself!? I thought you got over your depression!?"

Korra shook her head and grabbed Opal by the shoulders. "Forget about that, Opal!"

"What? How do you expect me to-"

"This is more important than depression!" Korra snapped. "How did you save me? Why were you here?"

"I- Uhh..."

"Were you with Bolin?"

"No, I... I..."

"Okay, what were you doing before you saw me falling to my death?"

"I was... taking a stroll?"

"So you just happened to be taking a stroll by yourself in the middle of the city when you saw me trying to commit suicide and flew up to save me?"

"Right."

"And you just so happened to be wearing... your wingsuit?"

Opal spread her arms and looked down at her webbed gliders. "...Yes?"

"Don't you see, Opal?" Korra held her tighter and pulled her face close. "The reason I jumped off that building is simple! It's because I knew I wasn't going to die! I knew you were going to save me!"

Opal's cheeks flushed.

"Uh, I mean..." Korra backed off. "Well, I knew someone would save me."

Asami ran up to hug Korr- wait, no, it was more of a clothesline. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?" she screamed at the Avatar, who was now flat on the ground. She then pointed her glare up and down Opal. "And what are you doing here?"

"Uh, preventing the Avatar's early demise?"

The jealous woman crossed her arms.

Opal continued, "Gee, Asami, how about a 'thanks for flying in out of nowhere to save my suicidal girlfriend?'"

"I'm sorry, Asami," Korra said recovering to her feet. "I just needed proof."

"Proof of what?"

"You know how I tend to get sucked into fanfics sometimes? Like, literally, sucked into them?"

Asami replied with an unsure elongated "Yeahhh...?"

"Well, this time, I think we've all been sucked."

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The three arrived at Air Temple Island and began walking to the house.

"So lemme get this straight," said Asami. "You think we're trapped inside the perfect fanfiction?"

"In a sense," Korra answered, "yes. This is the fanfic where nothing goes wrong, everyone is happy and everything is perfect."

"So that's why you couldn't kill yourself without me miraculously catching you."

"Yes. And that's also why we're going to see Tenzin. Perfect Tenzin will be able to get us out of this," Korra reasoned. "He'd theoretically be the perfect mentor and father figure."

"Makes sense," said Opal. "But, living in a perfect world sounds kinda cool. Why are we trying to escape anyway?"

Korra opened the door.

"That's why," Asami said.

Tenzin and his kids were all sitting cross-legged in the air, eyes closed, levitating three feet off the ground humming "Ooohhhhhhmmmmmmmmm." Tenzin's arrow was burning bright white and his earlobes were fucking huge, they almost touched the floor. And he had this glowing aura around him, like when Charlie Murphy met Rick James for the first time.

"Tenzin!? Jinora!? Guys!?"

Tenzin didn't even open his eyes. "Ah, Korra. You and your companions are just in time to witness our ascension."

"Christ, Tenzin, how did you guys even-"

"Christ does not exist. I do. Now prepare yourself. You are about to witness the second enlightenment."

"Second enlightenment? Like the second coming? If Jesus doesn't exist then why are you ripping him off?"

"Silence! The words of a typical sinner. Worry not. I will die for your sins."

Korra, Asami and Opal slapped their own foreheads.

"Come, we will enter the Promised Golden Land."

"It is promised," Jinora said peacefully.

"It is promised," the other kids echoed.

Then they all started spinning as shiny sparkles flew out of them, and they sped up and up until they were whirling so fast that it made the three girls feel dizzy.

So they closed the door and left.

Opal held her throbbing head. "So that was Perfect Tenzin, huh?"

"Let's just go back to the city," Asami suggested. "Perfect Tenzin clearly can't help us."

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So they did. As they walked down the street they noticed something in the sky.

"Hey," Korra pointed up at it. "That guys flying. Is he one of your friends, Opal?"

He wore dark clothes and had long white hair and a long white beard.

"No, I don't recognise him." She squinted. "Wait, that guy's not using a glider."

Asami blinked and tried to focus her eyes on the distant man in the sky. "I- is- is that Zaheer!?"

The three of them put on leering faces and readied their stances as Zaheer flew over to them.

"Zaheer!" Korra said sternly. "How did you get out of prison?"

"Aaahahahahhaa! Prisons breaks are like cake walks! Especially when you've gained new heights of power, like me!"

Korra tensed her fists. "What power?"

"Rrrrahhh!" A storm burst out of him, and his chi made a steady zipping noise as his hair changed from white to gold. "This is a super airbender."

Asami stepped back out of fear, then checked herself, feigning confidence. "S-so he changed his hair, so what? P-Perfect Zaheer isn't so scary."

"And this," Zaheer continued, as his muscles enlarged and electricity surged around him, "is a super airbender that has gone a step further. Or, you can call this a super airbender 2."

Opal gulped.

"But this isn't even my final form..." Zaheer threw his fists out either side of him, screaming into the air. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Uwah!" said Opal. "Has he really found a way to surpass an ascended airbender?"

"Is that even possible!?" asked Asami.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AND... THIS... IS TO GO... EVEN FURTHER... BEYOND! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" His golden hair grew out and fell behind him in spikes and the top half of his clothes ripped due to his growing muscles.

"Oh my god," Korra exclaimed. "He's gone super airbender 3!"

Zaheer squeezed his fist in front of him, the sound emanating from it was very exaggerated. "With this, I'll be unstoppable! Now, I can fly 7% faster!"

"That's..." Asami hesitated. "Kind of underwhelming."

"No one will be able to prevent me from becoming the new Santa!"

Korra blinked. "The new what?"

"Hahahaha! With the speed of my flight, I'll be able to deliver presents through the chimneys of well-behaved children around the world, not just on Christmas, but ALL YEAR ROUND! HAAAHAHAHHAHHAHA! Goodbye, Avatar and friends!" Then he zoomed off into the sky.

Korra palmed her face. "I forgot, this is a perfect world where nothing goes wrong."

"Well," Opal said. "At least he's not trying to kill us anymore."

Asami pinched the bridge of her nose. "At this point, I'm honestly not sure what I'd prefer." Suddenly, her ears perked up like a dog's and her eyes bugged out of her head. "Do you guys hear that? It sounds like a-"

It skrrted up beside them. It was a 2005 Chrysler 300C DUB Edition in piano black with flashing underglow lights. The rims kept spinning even after it stopped and the song 'Real Big' by Mannie Fresh was blasting over the sound of the 6 litre V8 engine that made Asami gush.

It was Bolin that came out the car.

Perfect Bolin's hair was slicked back and he wore douchey sunglasses. And he had a lot of chest hair. "Hey, babe." He grabbed Opal by the waist and kissed her deeply, and she let him because, I don't- I guess, I- I mean, like, it's still technically Bolin, right? I don't know.

Opal bit her lip. "Bolin!"

Korra dragged her away from him. "Opal! He isn't your Bolin!"

"BUT I LOVE HIM, KORRA!"

"No, you don't, trust me."

Korra then dragged Asami away from the car. "Asami! Get off that thing!"

"B-but it's a hemi!"

"No!" Korra scolded her with her finger. "No! No! Bad! Bad engineer! Bad!"

She pulled them both away pouting, practically scraping their feet on the sidewalk.

"Where are we going now?"

"We're going to the police station," Korra answered. "I hope to god that Perfect Lin can help us!"

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"Okay," whispered Korra, creeping outside the door of the Chief's office. "Be prepared for the worst. Since this is a perfect world, you may be subject to the sight of Lin... *shudder* smiling."

Asami gagged. "Oh my god, now I'm picturing it!"

Korra slowly creaked the door open ever so slightly and peeked inside. Lin was at her desk. Actually, she was on her desk. Actually, she was bent over her desk getting the brains pounded out of her by Kya wearing a strapon.

"OH! OH YESS! YOU LIKE THIS GILF PUSSY DON'T YOU? YES KYA! FUCK ME HARDER!"

Korra closed the door and proceeded to throw up.

"Geez," Opal said, "I know she's usually cranky but it couldn't have been that bad. Lemme see." She opened the door.

"No, Opal, for the love of all that is good in this world don't-"

Opal looked inside, closed the door and threw up violently, "BBLWWGGHHAAHH." She wiped her mouth. "Jesus, Korra, why didn't you warn me!? She's my fucking aunt!"

"I'm sorry I tried- Wait, Asami what are you- STOP DON'T OPEN-"

"BBBLLWWGGHHAAHH!"

Korra and Opal furrowed their brows at her.

"Sorry, I felt left out."

Opal turned to the camera and pointed into it. "You did this."

Korra exhaled. "Maybe Mako can help us, where's his office?"

"I think it's that one."

The wooden door with frosted glass was different from the others. DETECTIVE MAKO was arranged with black letters on top of the black grid that lined the glass. Korra burst in, Asami and Opal behind her. "Mako!"

He was at his desk, sitting back on his chair, fedora hung over his face.

They looked around, the room was in grayscale. "Uh... You got the stereo on?" asked Korra. "Why do I hear slow jazz?" Looking closer, even Perfect Mako himself wasn't coloured.

"And that's when the three broads came into my office..." Perfect Mako narrated with the a rough but refined voice of a veteran inspector.

"Mako? Why are you in black and white?"

Asami looked at Opal. "Did he just refer to us as 'broads?'"

"I knew eventually they'd be calling my number..."

"Mako, you do realise we can hear every word of your inner monologue, right?"

"Sooner or later, everyone needs the help of..." He lifted his fedora. "A hard-boiled detective like me."

"Alright, Sherlock." Korra went to the stereo and paused the L.A. Noire OST. "Can you help us?"

"Lemme guess," Perfect Mako said, grabbing the tip of his fedora again for some reason. "You three came from a canon timeline, or something similar enough to it that it didn't bother you much, but somehow ended up being thrown into an alternate timeline, i.e. this one, where everything and everyone, including myself but excluding yourselves, is 'perfect' and you're trying to find a way to get back."

The girls nodded at each other in agreement. "That's pretty much it, yeah. How did you figure that out?"

"Well, when you're as..." He touched up his fedora. "Hard-boiled as me, these things are clear as day. That, and also there's perfect versions of all three of you in this world."

"What!?" Asami asked in disbelief. "There is!?"

"Yep." Perfect Mako turned the TV on.

Perfect Asami was on TV. She looked like Christina Aguilera from the 2000s with black hair and dark makeup. She was currently being inverviewed about doubling Elon Musk's and Jeff Bezos' combined net worth and her plans to buy out the Dallas Mavericks. Korra tried not to stare too much but did notice that Perfect Asami's lips were slightly fuller than the real Asami's, and kissing them would probably feel-

Asami shot Korra a stabbing glance. "If you were fantasising about Perfect Asami, so help me god, I will lynch you."

Korra waved her hands. "I wasn't! I wasn't!"

Mako pointed out the window. "And there's Perfect Korra."

Perfect Korra was flying over the water, 1v1ing Godzilla who was attempting to attack the city. She shot lasers out of her eyes at him as Asami got the most perfect view of Perfect Korra's perfect ass wrapped perfectly in blue spandex. The rest of the curves on her body stretched her tight clothes thin too. Godzilla tried to swipe his enormous tail at her, causing a massive wave. Perfect Korra spun around to prevent her face from getting wet, but her body got soaked, including her braless chest. Asami saw Perfect Korra's nipples start to get erect from the cold and couldn't take her eyes off of them as they bulged through the stretchy blue hex-patterned material covering her breasts. Until the flying Avatar caught her gaze and winked at her seductively before continuing her intense battle with the king of monsters.

Asami's body pulsed as she stuck herself to the window, salivating.

Opal scolded her. "Asami! You were just mad at Korra for- Korra?"

Korra's body pulsed as she stuck herself to the window, salivating.

"Korra, are you checking yourself out?"

"I'm fucking awesome! I'm like Captain Marvel or some shit! I'm fighting Godzilla!"

"Well," Opal's eyes pointed the other way, "actually, you're not fighting anyone. Hey, Bruce Wayne," she turned to Mako. "Where's Perfect Me?"

"The Chief commissioned Perfect Opal to take care of some Triads downtown. The departments been kinda stretched thin lately."

"No offense to myself, but, why me- or Perfect Me?"

"Well, Perfect Korra's been busy with the whole, y'know," he pointed out the window again, "but don't worry, Perfect Opal is more than capable of handling things alone. In fact, Perfect Opal should be here any second." The door opened. "Ah, Perfect Opal."

Perfect Opal had darker, oily skin. Perfect Opal had thicker legs. Perfect Opal had bigger arms. Perfect Opal had no hair. And Perfect Opal had an additional body part brushing against the thighs of the wingsuit.

At first Opal didn't realise what the actual fuck she was looking at but her jaw dropped when she realised. "Whyyyyy!?" she screamed. "Why am I the only one who gets genderswapped!?"

"PERFECT OPAL AM HERE," he grunted. "PERFECT OPAL WANT TO HURT BAD PEOPLE."

"And why does he talk like that!?" Opal's two friends had already reduced themselves to fallen fits of belly-grabbing laughter that almost overpowered her shouting. "How is that a perfect version of me!? Whose idea of perfect is this!?"

That's when they heard a knock at the window and a muffled voice that spoke through the glass, "Guys?" It was Perfect Korra, who had flown over to the window. Perfect Mako opened the window and the flying Avatar pointed to the giant lizard-monster. "Little help? I think he's powering up."

Godzilla stood, half his body stuck up out of the water, but all of his body tensed as the bright blue lights seeped out of the gaps in his scales. He let out a roar that would've shattered a lesser window.

"Hmm," said Perfect Mako, hopping onto Perfect Opal's back. "According to my calculations, his weakpoint should be in the middle of that blue glow on his stomach."

"OPAL SMAAASH!" He broke through the glass, leaping across the water onto the belly of the beast, hammering down its weak spot, dick print flailing.

"Okay," Opal said, eyes wide, "I take back everything I said about Perfect Opal. Wait, what's that?"

"It's me!" said Asami, sticking her head out the window.

Opal did the same. "Is that a twin-pilot kaiju? And are you piloting it with Bolin!?"

Asami turned her smug face to Opal as her anger boiled. She was jealous of Asami this time, this really was a perfect world.

While Perfect Opal delivered flurries of punches at its gut, the Kaiju confidently approached the monster. "Godzilla," Perfect Bolin addressed through the loudspeaker as Perfect Asami focused on her piloting. "If you stop now..." The giant mecha then brang out a giant suitcase and opened it, presenting it to him. "We'll give you 10,000,000 yuans."

Opal yelled, "Stop trying to bribe him! That's not gonna work!"

Godzilla smacked the gigantic metal suitcase and sent it spinning in an arc towards the police station.

"SHIT!"

"OH, FUCKK! WATCH OUTTT!"

CRRAAAASHHHH

Everyone ducked as the colossal suitcase shaved off half the building. The clouds of dust from the wrecked walls made them cough, and as it settled it exposed Lin and Kya through the torn down wall. They all threw up. Godzilla caught the sight of it too, and threw up into the sea.

"Quick!" said a voice on the other side of the water. "While he's distracted!"

"We'll show him what real airbenders are made of!" said another voice.

The three girls squinted and looked at the source of the voices, one of them wearing a santa hat. "What the hell?"

"Ashes to ashes... Dust to dust... The Almighty Holy Lord, Me, shall cleanse your vile vessel!" Giant spears of gold and silver fell from the sky, impaling the beast. "Zaheer! Now! Finish him!"

"KAAAAAAAAAAA MEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAA MEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

With a brilliant flash of blue, Godzilla fucking exploded, and the city was saved. In his place spawned a portal.

"I think that'll take us home," Korra said.

"Or not," Opal said. "It could take us literally anywhere."

Asami said, "Literally anywhere seems like a good option right about now."

"Fair point," Opal agreed. "Hang on to me."

So Korra and Asami hung on to a leg each as Opal struggled to fly over to the portal and glide through.

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wtf was that? bruh idek

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