#noarra

[hellou4]

1920s dance gala x Amorra

Apparently Amon flirts by convincing Korra that he was the toughest villain she ever faced, lol

[ultimate-amorralovermuffin]

Dancing with the devil Sketchessss

[hey-witchdoctor]

— Т-ты… Можешь остановить ее? — процедил сквозь зубы Ноатак, вцепившись в талию Аватара. Впервые в своей жизни он ехал верхом на медведособаке.

— Она что-то учуяла. Может, это уравнители!?

— В прошлый раз это была дохлая хорекрыса, — напомнил Ноатак, но его никто не услышал.

Я перерисовала старый арт-иллюстрацию к фанфику по Ноарре «Выбор». Вот писать что-либо по сладкой парочке вообще не хочется, а рисовать да. Ура!

[a-go-ni-a]

[PT] Semana Amorra – Dia 7 – Livre

E a avatar vence mais uma vez! Ela ganhou tirando o ar dele.

Atrasei o último desenho, mas terminei a semana Amorra!

. . .

[ESP] Semana Amorra – Día 7 – Libre

¡Y la avatar gana otra vez! Ella ganó sacándole el aire.

¡Me retrasé en el último dibujo, pero terminé la semana Amorra!

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[ENG] Amorraweek – Day 7 – Free                          

And the avatar wins one more time! She won by taking his air out.

I got late in finishing the last drawing, but I’ve finished Amorraweek!

[amorraweek2025]

Hiii!

Is there going to be an Amorra week 2025 ?

:3

Hello again!

* clears her throat * Well, the thing is. We're not sure if there are enough folks interested in having another Amorra week. You know, we're actually like 5? deranged bitches around here.

Let's do this. Anyone interested, please interact with this post (either reblogging or dropping a comment) :) We'll see then.

[lotus-ashi]

Amorra week 2024. Day 1: Hope/Resistance

This shit is perhaps the most corny thing I've written in a long time... It was posted on ao3, too. :) Enjoy! @amorraweek2023

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On the occasion Korra told him she was having his child Noatak felt as if all the air abandoned his lungs and his heartbeat stopped for a second. The news would have made anyone smile on joy or at least thank the spirits for their blessing.  

But he was no common man and Korra knew that. Perhaps that’s why she granted him some space, although her lips pressing together, and her elusive gaze gave away how much his reaction had disheartened her.  

There was a time in which knocking her up crossed his mind. At the time, he was her jailer, and she was his to do as he pleased. So, it didn’t come as a surprise the possibility of her carrying his heir to maintain the equalist movement. Ultimately, the balance of power shifted to the other side and Korra regained her freedom. Why she chose to stick with him was still a mystery to him. In any case, she liked to remind him she loved him every night.

Forgetting for a moment his defeat to the Avatar, Noatak was sure he had no motives to experience fear in all his life, not since the day he gathered enough courage to bloodbend Yakone. But the prospect of actually becoming a father felt as if he were at the border of an endless cliff, the water waiting for him from below being a turbulent whirlwind of emotions.

Terror, sadness, bitterness, spite, hatred.

He didn’t want to turn into an abusive monster like his father, dehumanizing his children to use them as weapons and tools of revenge. In the long term, Tarrlok ended up dead for that, also he still felt guilty for the pain he inflicted on Korra when he was incapable of seeing her like more than the Avatar, even if he didn’t admit it very often.

That night Noatak couldn’t fall asleep. For hours he shifted his gaze from the walls to the ceiling, until he had enough and decided to fix his eyes on his wife’s sleeping form. She looked cute, even if her disarranged position and snoring were not exactly ladylike, and he allowed himself to smile tiredly and place a hand on her belly. If he still had his bending, he could have perceived the tiny heartbeat, however, it was nice just to caress Korra’s little tummy and turn off his negative thoughts for a while.

Whether he was capable of pulling himself together or not, the arrival of a son or daughter of his was a matter of fact. It was up to him if he would still give the past the power to shape his future. Noatak didn’t want to feel like a prisoner of fate, with the path already traced by his tyrannical father. Among the fear and his concerns, a warmer emotion bloomed in his chest. A part of him craved to do things better than his predecessor, to make a real change and teach his child that bending, if he or she was born a bender, comes with responsibilities, that water was meant to heal, not to hurt.

Sensing Korra started stirring, he was pulled out of his reverie and moved back a little to give her some space. For several seconds they just stared at each other, it was kind of embarrassing getting caught with his hand over his lower belly and, on her part, awakening in such an arrangement. Then, she blushed, and he felt more confident about his prior musings.

Korra was going to be a loving mother, he was sure of that. So, why couldn’t he? He had enough motives to feel hope, even though that sort of emotion was a dangerous thing for a man like him to have.

“Korra, thank you.” He uttered. Before she could come up with an answer, he pulled her into his arms and cradled her against his chest.

Taken aback by his words, she let out a sleepy giggle, sinking into the warmth of his embrace. But still, it was too early, and being so bad at the task of waking up on the first try, she only could summon enough energy to raise her face and place a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“I love you, too, oldie. Just let me sleep a bit more.”

[ladyemberswrites]

Amorra, but instead of Amon/Noatak being of the terrorist quality and more of a unhinged vigilante variety, a waterbending batman, that works alone but without the morals. I mean he has morals, just personal codes that he chooses to follow to an almost obsessive degree, using his blood bending for "good" rather than to obtain power.

Korra of course gets entangled with him, she's fresh off the boat, naive, blind to the more complicated intricacies of the real world, honestly through no fault of her own seeing that the white lotus kept her confied to a facility in the north pole and wouldn't allow her to travel anywhere.

[Now that I think about it - does anybody find kind of eyebrow raising that the white lotus kept Korra super isolated. Kept apart from everyone else, she didn't really have any friends or relationships outside of Katara and her parents. ]

[fonovapolina]

"After all this time?"

"Always."