theslowestdrawfag:

a-tire-larigot:

I just wanted to do a warm-up doodle and this happened instead. Welp.

All of my creys ;A;

ALL OF THEM

“Stop testing me, Amon. I won’t look.”

That’s what I’m afraid of, Noatak thinks, and closes his eyes.

a-tire-larigot:

But your silver skin soothes my aching curses
And reminds me that you’re worth it
The whole world’s insanities
The bleeding hearts and tragedies
Won’t distract me from the death wish [x]
 

Oh god these beautiful feels

Ladies and gentlemen, Nil is the most amazing artist and human being ever. FEEL THOSE FEELS *O*

veitstanz:

what if psycho-lieu comic

what if

i need this to happen stat

I never felt more alive than when I was fighting by your side.

pandoramorra:

Rewind: by Pandoramorra and Wherehaveallthecowboysgone

Rating: T (for now)

Pairings: Korrlok, Amorra, Amorralok.

Moments before death, Tarrlok is visited by a spirit who gives him a choice- do you accept or rewind? Would you go back in time to prevent this from happening and save your brother at the risk of becoming someone else? Tarrlok chooses to change, and wakes up to a new day in Republic City—alongside his brother on a film set. With the barest inkling of the reality where Noatak ran away alone into the storm, Tarrlok is launched into a world where Amon lurks still in the shadows as the Equalist movement gathers steam. Only an actor—though an excellent one, if he does say so himself—he’s propelled into political intrigue, vicious fighting and the sort of life that he thought he’d left behind when he abandoned his father in the North Pole. If only those dreams of the other masked man would leave him alone…if only he didn’t have to worry about growing feelings for the new Avatar… but they don’t exactly get TV in the South pole, and she’s rather unimpressed by his choice of career. Pretty, talented and famous, Korra appears utterly immune to his charms…

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TAKE ONE: Exposition

Tarrlok sank below the waves slowly, aching, slowly. As the water closed over his head, eyes wide open and staring, stinging—from the ocean or tears? It was impossible to tell—and some things made it through the pain- his own thoughts, not happy ones, but his thoughts, the only tangible things left now…
Perhaps this was a mistake. He was distantly aware that he seemed to be missing limbs. Perhaps…
He wouldn’t live long like this, he knew. For one, he couldn’t work up the energy to care that he was dying, and he was certain that was not a positive sign. He was scattered--literally, he thought, a laugh wracking his convulsing form—and drifting away, and it was all over for both of them.
He’d hoped that the explosion would just kill him. He’d… through the years, he’d had plenty of hopes—hopes—he was beginning to lose all of it, that pitiful excuse of a life that he’d had. Poisoned from the start, no real chance of redemption…
There’s a choice.
He hadn’t thought that. Or perhaps he had. Was it entirely unusual to hallucinate when dying? Probably not… It hadn’t sounded like his voice, but he was a dying man, his body twisting and hungering for air that wouldn’t come, lungs working frantically to save him and simply taking on water that was making everything drift, go soft and disappear.
There’s a choice, the voice repeated, cool and calm like the sluggish ocean he was sinking into, deep, deep down, the light fading. He wondered vaguely if Noatak had perhaps survived, and the voice answered him; he did not, and Tarrlok choked, attempting to answer, bubbles rising from his lips and dizzily twisting away, carrying his empty message to the surface.

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Best start to an AU fic ever. I love Tarrlok here, he’s such a narcissist and knows it — and Noatak, grumpy but in the end supportive, and a cameo by LIEUTENANT *squeaks* and a promise of Korra in the future. CONSIDER ME READY FOR MORE *U*

Don’t mind me, just quietly breaking my heart.

viivus:

millionfish:

You know when you work on something so long that you start to question if it even makes sense anymore? That’s this. I can only hope it’s understandable, awkward writing and grammer and all.

I wanted to try to communicate how much I think Lieutenant admired Amon.

Millionfish you make the best comics.

quietly sobbing

veitstanz:

I have no excuse

I know the feeling *-*

a-tire-larigot:

I like seeing fanarts with blindfolded Lieutenant! Yes, it’s kinky as hell, but I also love all the symbolism behind it.

This kanji means “Loyalty (to the leader)”.

PERFECT. ;__;