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Driving Lessons

Title: Driving Lessons

Fandom: Legend of Korra (Lieutenant/Amon)

Rating: G (tw: past parental abuse)

Summery: A snippet from when Lieutenant taught Amon how to drive. Or, the bloodbending prodigy compares his old lessons to the new.

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pinkypirate:

Hey guys so it seems after a lot of discussion Lieumon week has officially been moved back two weeks!  Because the world just isn’t ready yet for so much awesome, am I right? (or at least that’s the story if anyone asks okay)
So the NEW dates are September 18-24th which I guess should put us conveniently right before Amorra week, so Amon will get all kinds of good loving.
Also if someone else wants to make a new graphic PLEASE feel free to do so.  Please.
Prompts!
Day 1: Spy
Day 2: Flirt
Day 3: Cooking
Day 4: Enchanted
Day 5: Silence
Day 6: Creation
Day 7: Devotion

SPREAD THE WORD, EVERYONE
kalsdfj;adfj pinky that graphic i can’t even xDDD IT SHOULD MAKE ME FEEL SAD BUT NO, I LAUGH BECAUSE THEY LOOK RIDIC

pinkypirate:

Hey guys so it seems after a lot of discussion Lieumon week has officially been moved back two weeks!  Because the world just isn’t ready yet for so much awesome, am I right? (or at least that’s the story if anyone asks okay)

So the NEW dates are September 18-24th which I guess should put us conveniently right before Amorra week, so Amon will get all kinds of good loving.

Also if someone else wants to make a new graphic PLEASE feel free to do so.  Please.

Prompts!

Day 1: Spy

Day 2: Flirt

Day 3: Cooking

Day 4: Enchanted

Day 5: Silence

Day 6: Creation

Day 7: Devotion

SPREAD THE WORD, EVERYONE

kalsdfj;adfj pinky that graphic i can’t even xDDD IT SHOULD MAKE ME FEEL SAD BUT NO, I LAUGH BECAUSE THEY LOOK RIDIC

ka-ness:

I wanted to draw young Noatok and Lieutenant on a motorbike because that’s the cutest thing ever and I also wanted to draw Amon brooding so I kind of smashed the two ideas together and now it looks like Amon is angsting over how embarrassing he was as a kid and Lieutenant is trying to bend him over because I always draw my people slanted when I don’t have a handy mirror or the flip tool
Drawing is hard.

IT’S SO CUTE I AM UNABLE TO DEAL

ka-ness:

I wanted to draw young Noatok and Lieutenant on a motorbike because that’s the cutest thing ever and I also wanted to draw Amon brooding so I kind of smashed the two ideas together and now it looks like Amon is angsting over how embarrassing he was as a kid and Lieutenant is trying to bend him over because I always draw my people slanted when I don’t have a handy mirror or the flip tool

Drawing is hard.

IT’S SO CUTE I AM UNABLE TO DEAL

harpalyce:

harpalyce:

SUDDENLY, STAR WARS LIEUMON???????

Have some Lieutenant as a Twi’lek and Amon. Amon’s costume has been combined-ish with Revan from KOTOR. …because apparently this is KOTOR-era-ish. Blame SWTOR.

Amon is leading a revolution against Jedi, citing the inherent oppression of force-users. It was eventually his plan to release a virus specialized in killing midichlorians, rendering force-users useless, but he was foiled by Mirialan Jedi Knight Korra. In the final desperate fight it was revealed that Amon had extensive Sith training. Hence Lieutenant’s cries of betrayal.

Anyway have a small drabble n’ doodle

The soft beeping behind the Lieutenant was his only real company, aside from the cool transparisteel of the kolto tank. He knew that in the tank, Amon was drifting, stripped bare of his mask. The kolto would knit his wounds back together and bring him back from the brink of death. Usually the twi’lek was in the tank. Not Amon.

Soft clicking and whirring behind him. “Three hours until completion of treatment,” the medical droid chirped. “Lieutenant, you may seek more comfortable lodgings.”

“No.”

A puttering click, as if he could hear the droid think. “That is an illogical answer.”

He gritted his teeth. “It’s simple, BD-2. If I get up, I’ll see his face. I… I made a promise that I would respect his decision. And I will.” He glanced to the side, snapping at the droid. “It was an order. I’m staying right where I am.”

“Yes, Lieutenant.”

Maybe the gnawing curiosity would be abated soon. All the twi’lek really needed was Amon’s arms around him - to feel his warmth and hear his heartbeat. Not to see underneath the mask. That was all he needed… and so he waited.

casually reblogging for the day crowd because fuck you why not.

dun dun DUUUUN (i like this au)

…does this mean Tarrlok is a jedi now? Tarrlok is a jedi now okok. mouom

masksarehot:

veitstanz:

“We need to get you healed.”“Do you really think I want anything to do with a bender right after I got nearly crushed between stonewalls?” His laugh sent drops of blood splattering on the mask and ended in a cough.“You are badly wounded. If we don’t-““I’d rather die. It’s alright.”
Amon nodded hesitantly and redirected the Lieutenant’s bloodflow to render him unconscious.
The Lieutenant might have made peace with his own death, but that didn’t mean Amon had to agree. Why sent him to the waterbenders anyway, if a bloodbender could do so much more?
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I can’t write anything but I tried so no one can criticize me

ouch my feels ;;;o;;;
Love the mood and lighting in this so very much.

my feeeeeeeeeeeels
[rolls away screaming about feels]
[this fic is awesome, the art is even more awesome, I WANT TO ADD TO IT *o* ]
He wouldn’t abuse his powers for profit, or to harm the innocent. He knew better. He was practically an avenging spirit, sent to punish those who would abuse their powers and to save those who would defend, who would fight -
And so he knit his Lieutenant back together. He took his spilled blood and purged it of dirt and contagions and threaded it back into his veins. He took deep cuts and pressed together veins and muscle until there’s only a thin cut. They would laugh about it later, how they had panicked at such a light wound in the darkness, thinking that it had hit a main artery. How they had mistaken his ribs for broken - no, only fractured - and a few cuts in his mouth for internal bleeding, a few cuts on his stomach for punctured organs. It would be hilarious.
A normal waterbender would need hours to fix this, but Amon was better than they were. Lieutenant would be sore from how Amon had pushed his body to fix it, bedridden for a day or two from the exhaustion, but better sore than dead.
He picked Lieutenant up like a bride, his head cradled against his chest. He could hear Lieutenant’s heart beating through his bending, through his whole body, slow and steady and safe. It seemed right that if Lieutenant woke up, he could listen to Amon’s in return.
Maybe it’d make him realize why he couldn’t just die on him yet. Dying for Amon was all well and good, but living for him was, Amon thought, much more valuable.

masksarehot:

veitstanz:

“We need to get you healed.”
“Do you really think I want anything to do with a bender right after I got nearly crushed between stonewalls?” His laugh sent drops of blood splattering on the mask and ended in a cough.
“You are badly wounded. If we don’t-“
“I’d rather die. It’s alright.”

Amon nodded hesitantly and redirected the Lieutenant’s bloodflow to render him unconscious.

The Lieutenant might have made peace with his own death, but that didn’t mean Amon had to agree. Why sent him to the waterbenders anyway, if a bloodbender could do so much more?


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I can’t write anything but I tried so no one can criticize me

ouch my feels ;;;o;;;

Love the mood and lighting in this so very much.

my feeeeeeeeeeeels

[rolls away screaming about feels]

[this fic is awesome, the art is even more awesome, I WANT TO ADD TO IT *o* ]

He wouldn’t abuse his powers for profit, or to harm the innocent. He knew better. He was practically an avenging spirit, sent to punish those who would abuse their powers and to save those who would defend, who would fight -

And so he knit his Lieutenant back together. He took his spilled blood and purged it of dirt and contagions and threaded it back into his veins. He took deep cuts and pressed together veins and muscle until there’s only a thin cut. They would laugh about it later, how they had panicked at such a light wound in the darkness, thinking that it had hit a main artery. How they had mistaken his ribs for broken - no, only fractured - and a few cuts in his mouth for internal bleeding, a few cuts on his stomach for punctured organs. It would be hilarious.

A normal waterbender would need hours to fix this, but Amon was better than they were. Lieutenant would be sore from how Amon had pushed his body to fix it, bedridden for a day or two from the exhaustion, but better sore than dead.

He picked Lieutenant up like a bride, his head cradled against his chest. He could hear Lieutenant’s heart beating through his bending, through his whole body, slow and steady and safe. It seemed right that if Lieutenant woke up, he could listen to Amon’s in return.

Maybe it’d make him realize why he couldn’t just die on him yet. Dying for Amon was all well and good, but living for him was, Amon thought, much more valuable.

theslowestdrawfag:

darkpuck:

plotdesigner:

theslowestdrawfag:

“Go for it.”

…i’m really curious about the context of this. are they having an argument? is lieutenant finally gonna kiss the amon? (aslk;faj the details on his glove, i can’t, yessssssss)

“You said you trust me with your life.”
“I do.”
“I see. You can trust me with your life, but not your true face.”
“The time will come for me to reveal myself, Lieutenant. I ask only for your patience.”
“And my trust?”
“If I didn’t have your trust, you wouldn’t stand by my side.”

Never mind me, reblogging my own art because eeeeeee fic♥♥♥

eeee, both fic and art are gorgeous 8D

theslowestdrawfag:

darkpuck:

plotdesigner:

theslowestdrawfag:

“Go for it.”

…i’m really curious about the context of this. are they having an argument? is lieutenant finally gonna kiss the amon? (aslk;faj the details on his glove, i can’t, yessssssss)

“You said you trust me with your life.”

“I do.”

“I see. You can trust me with your life, but not your true face.”

“The time will come for me to reveal myself, Lieutenant. I ask only for your patience.”

“And my trust?”

“If I didn’t have your trust, you wouldn’t stand by my side.”

Never mind me, reblogging my own art because eeeeeee fic♥♥♥

eeee, both fic and art are gorgeous 8D

now i want to write fic about motercycle!lieumons sometime

in this verse, noatak got in a brawl with lieutenant at some point and lieutenant schooled him with his taser sticks before noatak bloodbent him

and noatak went “wow, science is stronger than bending. TEACH ME YOUR WAYS, HOT STUFF, SO I CAN BE THE MOST POWERFUL why am i so turned on by being defeated

(and lieutenant knows noatak is a bender and is ok with it because he has no problems with benders if they aren’t huge dickheads about it, and noatak is only a tiny dickhead with self-hate issues)

and lieutenant was like “well ok” and noatak moved in and was all bossy and lieutenant rolled with it because he cannot be phased. he is unphasable. and he’s called lieutenant because he won’t tell noatak his name out of trolling. and all of noatak’s yakone-induced defense mechanisms just bounce off lieutenant and noatak slowly relaxes and lets down his guard, and noatak’s the first person to ~care~ about lieutenant in a while and he stops pretending he’s ok with being completely self sufficient and alone, and they slowly open up to each other. first as friends, and then there are ridiculous make outs where lieutenant is the only person who knows where to put his hands but they somehow

together, they fight crime so that lieutenant can get his fucking patents in and they develop awesome engineering shit using noatak’s bending and lieutenant’s engineering, and save people with SCIENCE!!!

(and I realize this is drawing a lot of dynamics from lapin’s fantastic fics, Once Is Happenstance and The Lovers That Went Wrong which are both fantastic, you all should go read them right now)

driftcryingalonewithlieumon:

theslowestdrawfag:

ladimore:

Vroom vroom incoming collision.Someone is going to be on the receiving end of a long boring lecture later on driving safety.
Also, I give up on this damn drawing. I don’t want to look at it anymore.

Oh god helllppppp this is too adorable and kjsdhfks

lieu he would be doing a lot less backseat driving if you didnt keep trying to get the both of you killed
mtorcycles aND BABIES!!!!!!!

"I know what I’m doing," Lieutenant said, veering between a truck and a brick building. Noatak saw his life flash past his eyes for the third time in as many minutes and gripped Lieutenant’s shoulders tighter.
"No, you don’t! We almost got pasted onto that wall!"
"We’re never going to catch those kidnappers if we don’t - ha, there’s their car," Lieutenant said. "I need you to mess up the liquids in their engine so they have to pull over, Noatak! Can you do that?"
"I think - ah - there’s a trash can don’t run into it I can do it if you don’t give me a heart attack,” (“Hey!”) Noatak said through clenched teeth, reached out with the hand not clinging to Lieutenant and yanked at whatever water he could find in the car’s engine.
The car went into a spin and drove into a sidestreet, and Lieutenant grinned. “Let’s get over there.”
"No, don’t drive right into traffic - !”
Noatak kept his eyes firmly shut until the motorcycle came to a stop. They’d driven into the side alley with the gangsters and their car, and a few of them were stepping out of the car with hands alight.
He didn’t have time for this. He reached out and shoved, changing the blood pressure in their brains, and they all collapsed.
Lieutenant whistled. “Nice. How’d you do that?”
"I psychically showed them the drive you just took me on."
"Hey!"
Noatak stumbled off the bike and pressed his back against the sweet, sweet, not moving alley wall. “Get Mr. Sato out of the car. We’re going to steal it. I’m not getting back on that bike, and it won’t fit three anyway.”
"Whatever you say, boss," Lieutenant said. "I’ll put the bike in the trunk."
"Who taught you how to drive? Drunken badgermoles?"
Lieutenant did his best to look insulted as he kicked a gangster out of the way of the trunk. “At least I can drive, tundra brat.”
"Screw you."
"Already have."
Noatak groaned.

driftcryingalonewithlieumon:

theslowestdrawfag:

ladimore:

Vroom vroom incoming collision.
Someone is going to be on the receiving end of a long boring lecture later on driving safety.

Also, I give up on this damn drawing. I don’t want to look at it anymore.

Oh god helllppppp this is too adorable and kjsdhfks

lieu he would be doing a lot less backseat driving if you didnt keep trying to get the both of you killed

mtorcycles aND BABIES!!!!!!!

"I know what I’m doing," Lieutenant said, veering between a truck and a brick building. Noatak saw his life flash past his eyes for the third time in as many minutes and gripped Lieutenant’s shoulders tighter.

"No, you don’t! We almost got pasted onto that wall!"

"We’re never going to catch those kidnappers if we don’t - ha, there’s their car," Lieutenant said. "I need you to mess up the liquids in their engine so they have to pull over, Noatak! Can you do that?"

"I think - ah - there’s a trash can don’t run into it I can do it if you don’t give me a heart attack,” (“Hey!”) Noatak said through clenched teeth, reached out with the hand not clinging to Lieutenant and yanked at whatever water he could find in the car’s engine.

The car went into a spin and drove into a sidestreet, and Lieutenant grinned. “Let’s get over there.”

"No, don’t drive right into traffic - !”

Noatak kept his eyes firmly shut until the motorcycle came to a stop. They’d driven into the side alley with the gangsters and their car, and a few of them were stepping out of the car with hands alight.

He didn’t have time for this. He reached out and shoved, changing the blood pressure in their brains, and they all collapsed.

Lieutenant whistled. “Nice. How’d you do that?”

"I psychically showed them the drive you just took me on."

"Hey!"

Noatak stumbled off the bike and pressed his back against the sweet, sweet, not moving alley wall. “Get Mr. Sato out of the car. We’re going to steal it. I’m not getting back on that bike, and it won’t fit three anyway.”

"Whatever you say, boss," Lieutenant said. "I’ll put the bike in the trunk."

"Who taught you how to drive? Drunken badgermoles?"

Lieutenant did his best to look insulted as he kicked a gangster out of the way of the trunk. “At least I can drive, tundra brat.”

"Screw you."

"Already have."

Noatak groaned.

damiendoesthings:

Where does your loyalty lie, Lieutenant? 
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I ship the angst in these two. PHOTOSHOP-ING IS DIE. Never really like coloring in it. Couldn’t make a moody night-time effect so I gave up. & Uhm, drawing may have mistakes in perspective. Will start w/ Lieumon week sketches this weekend. Maybe.
K. Off for the week. /BRB DYING

/dies ;; nooo my preshuses

damiendoesthings:

Where does your loyalty lie, Lieutenant? 

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I ship the angst in these two. PHOTOSHOP-ING IS DIE. Never really like coloring in it. Couldn’t make a moody night-time effect so I gave up. & Uhm, drawing may have mistakes in perspective. Will start w/ Lieumon week sketches this weekend. Maybe.

K. Off for the week. /BRB DYING

/dies ;; nooo my preshuses

alizlovegood:

What happen,Aang?

he’s jealous

alizlovegood:

What happen,Aang?

he’s jealous