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Well due to popular demand, I now have a Tenzin. I’m still toying with the URL and theme, and I’m still rewatching the series so forgive me as I try to nail down his characterization, but uh. Here he is?

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Guys what if I made a grumpy old airbender with a heart of gold and a soul like clouds at sunset. What if I made.

A Tenzin.

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Even for the small amount of screen time of these two showing affection for one another, I loved ever second of it.

I really wished Nickelodeon took advantage of this because their chemistry was amazing for only be shown for just a little bit during Book 3 & Book 4.

(Art: Dorkly)

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asami doodle between drawing pages.

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     “Your back muscles, obviously.” Asami smirked and pulled Korra in for a kiss. “No, if I’m being serious, I’d have to admit it’s your courage. And it’s not that you’re without fear. It’s that you get scared, just like the rest of us, but you keep going. You keep fighting even though you’re scared to death. Even though you know if you lose, the world is lost. Even with that weight on your shoulders, you keep going. You’re the bravest person I’ve ever met, Korra.”

     “...But also those muscles. Wow.”

[industrialista]

So I was rewatching S1 of LoK for the millionth time and when Lin put on this coat, I finally figured out who she reminded me of with her voice, her attitude, and her style. Lauren Bacall. And that is just so perfect. 

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     “Who--who told you? How did you find out that I find you... I mean. Ahem. If I have to admit it... I find your strength incredibly attractive. And I don’t just mean the strength of your arms or your body, but the the strength of your convictions too. The strength of your heart. It’s tougher and more beautiful than the purest platinum. And I wonder if there might be a place in it for me.”

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     “Oh, Rei. You should know. Out of everything that makes you unique, everything that makes you beautiful, your amazing intellect has always been what drew me to you. Ever since the first moment we met, I knew that you could match me move for move, thought for thought. It’s intoxicating.”

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     “Someone’s enthusiastic. Okay, hon. Five things, then. Your eyes, your hands, your neck, your collarbones, and, if I’m being honest, your grace. You’re the most graceful person I’ve ever met. When you airbend, it’s like you’ve become the wind itself. Like you’re dancing. I can’t take my eyes off of you.”

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     “How do I name just one thing that’s hot about you... hm... okay. Your determination. You don’t let anything stand between you and your goals. I think you’d move heaven and earth to get what you want. That kind of drive is... it’s intense. And very, very sexy.”

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                  ♡ || @industrialista​ gets a plotted au!

    “𝓗ow did you find me–?” The young program asked, quickly turning around once she saw an administrator step forward. Opal had been trying to lay low, even distancing herself from her family for the time being until she was able to figure out what had happened. She knew that there were followers of the MCP and CLU still lingering throughout The Grid, and she had no idea if this woman was one of them. 

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It wasn’t a question Asami could easily answer. She had been a Systems Administrator under CLU’s regime for hundreds of cycles. It wasn’t a job she had wanted, but it had kept her alive, and allowed her to do her work. She had funneled resources to the Resistance where she could, and tracked the occasional rumors that would surface about surviving ISOs on the fringes of the System. Those rumors had almost always turned out to be nothing more than a ghost of a whisper of a memory, but they gave her hope. And when CLU’s regime had fractured into warring pieces, fighting each other and the Resistance and the resurgent MCP, Asami had made it her mission to save one last file from the Archives and follow that one last thread through the chaos of a broken Grid. And here she was, staring hope in the face. And the girl was more beautiful than she could have imagined.

“Never mind that,” she said, holding her hands wide in a gesture of peace. The power glove on her right hand crackled and dimmed, going into standby mode. She hoped she would appear non-threatening, but she still wore the red circuitry of a System employee. She didn’t imagine that the crimson neon glow would endear her to the ISO. “My name is Asami. I know who and what you are, and I’m here to help.”

An explosion went off a few streets over—programs rioting or fighting or both. Asami’s head snapped in its direction, then back to the girl in front of her. They had to hurry. She held out her left hand to the ISO. “Come with me if you want to live.”

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@thegreatunxter

“Oh darliiiing!” Asami’s voice was singsong, and her heels clicked across the marble floors of the palace. The mechanized doors to the throne room opened at a single touch, and Asami strode forward into the presence of the Empress.

Anyone else would have had to wait to be summoned, of course, but Commander Sato, the Minister of Science and the Imperial Consort to Empress Kuvira, could do as she pleased. At least Asami had put on a clean labcoat. The old one was beginning to show a little too much... wear.

“Darling, I’ve had the most wonderful idea for the new re-education facility.” She stepped right up to the throne and perched on its arm, turning so that she could look Kuvira in the eye. “It occurred to me that we could be using Spirit energy to run the whole place, and the best part is that we could extract it right from the prisoners by reconfiguring the headsets we already use for the neural reset process!”

She leaned down to brush a strand of dark hair back behind Kuvira’s ear, tucking it back into place beneath the platinum crown that hid the circuitry Asami had designed specially for her Empress. She knew Kuvira had always hated having her hair come undone. She wondered if the Empress was even aware of it now.

Asami giggled and smiled, showing teeth that seemed to grow sharper every day. “Clean energy is so important, don’t you think, my love?”

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@opalbeifxng

“Oh, Opal. My darling little Opal. You thought you could play my emotions against me?” Asami chuckled. There was no mirth in her laughter. “Sweet girl, you should know I don’t have any.”

She advanced slowly, a long hypodermic needle in hand. Her cruel green eyes watched Opal’s every move. Her gaze was predatory, her body ready to dodge any airbending tricks Opal might throw her way and close the distance between the two of them.

“I’ve been so fascinated by benders for so long, but airbenders most of all. So spiritual, so enlightened. If I could just crack you open and find out what makes you tick...”

She held up the needle. It glistened in the moonlight.

“Don’t worry, little bird. This won’t hurt. At first.”

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@dienli

“You make an excellent point, my dear, an excellent point.” Asami furrowed her brow, looking from the unfortunate ‘subject’ on the table to one of the dials above his head, then back down. Spirit energy could be so pesky to harvest, especially from a living host—but then again, it was impossible to extract from a dead one!

She leaned in, made a few new incisions, connected a tertiary IV, and left her patient to stew for a while. Then she turned, peeling off her surgical gloves, unbuttoning her lab coat, and accepting a cup of tea from her colleague.

“You’re right, of course. Better to have the Bomb and use it than to have it used against us. This world is only big enough for one Spirit-Energy superpower, and I’d just as soon that nation be ours.” She grinned a wicked grin and sipped her tea.

“I wonder if my hypothesis about Spirit-Energy mutations will prove to be correct. I can’t WAIT to find out, and—oh, hold on, Rei, the patient is starting to scream again...”

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