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#Baatar Jr.
cold-neon-ocean · 8 months
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Remember when I drew everyone as horses lolol??? I should bring that back tbh that was fun. I can't believe these are 3 years old (yeah i can sheesh) I kinda want to bring this AU back though, it was fun and evoked happiness for me ;; my silly horsies
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kuvira-protege · 1 year
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One of the drawings I did for @kuvirazine ! I'm happy that I was part of the project, with other amazing artists. It was a great experience for me and I would definitely do it again.🙂
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thatoneguy56fanfic · 2 days
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Kind of a tiny rant inspired by my previous post, but I’ll forever be mad at the people who love saying that Kuvira “got off easy” while totally ignoring Baatar Jr was basically not really punished at all. If he was then it was way less severe than what Kuvira herself got. Like let’s not forget that he was in full support of everything the Earth Empire did. Not only that, he literally helped build the technology that made it possible in the first place. Yet most of the fandom only ever blames Kuvira, as if Baatar Jr wasn’t her right hand man/fiancé.
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Other Powers
For Baatar Jr. Week (Day 6: Power) @baatarjrweek
When Tai was born, Toph had planted her feet in his general direction and declared him an earthbender, though his powers didn’t manifest until four years later. When Avani learned to crawl, she bore labyrinthine tunnels through the gardens and it took Kuvira’s seismic sense to find her in them, always caked in dirt and with moonflowers enmeshed in her hair. And when Priya’s peals of laughter split the air, his wife’s steel bracelets rattled like wind chimes, the metal singing in response to their infant daughter’s jubilation. 
When Baatar’s mother called them thrice blessed with prodigies, Kuvira’s face glowed with pride—while Baatar suppressed an eye roll—and when she fell pregnant again, the matriarch made no secret of her wish for a fourth earthbending grandchild. 
But Jae’s infancy came and went without any sign of a capacity for bending revealing itself. “Wait and see,” Kuvira had said, and “Give it time,” his mother advised, but years passed, and despite the family’s unceasing interventions, Jae was never able to make so much as a pebble move. 
“He’s at it again,” Baatar said as he glanced out a window, watching his six-year-old son run through a sequence of earthbending stances his older sisters had drilled into him. 
Kuvira drifted to his side and gazed out at the training field. “His form is flawless,” she said, shaking her head slightly. Baatar tried not to chafe at the hint of regret in her voice. “Maybe we can find him a master in the nonbending martial arts.”
“I don’t know if that helps.” Baatar sighed. “He doesn’t want to fight; he wants to earthbend. Anything short of that just winds up disappointing. Trust me, I would know.” 
“Maybe you’re right,” Kuvira said. “I’ll try talking to him again.” 
Baatar rested a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. “Let me go this time.”
She nodded and he slipped out the back door to make his way to the training field. He watched his son go through the stances again, his face set in hard determination—much like Kuvira’s when she was focused on a task— before intervening. 
“Jae, would you like to come up to the workshop with me?” he asked. “I’ve been working on some new designs, and I could use your help.” 
“Maybe later, dad,” he said. “I need to keep working on these moves so I’m ready when my earthbending comes in.”
Baatar took a deep breath, preparing himself to give a variation of the talk his father once had with him. To be a Beifong born without the power of earthbending felt in many ways like being a bird without a song. That had been Baatar’s reality for years, decades, before he came to terms with his own skills and limitations. But it would not be his son’s if he had any say in the matter. 
“It’s true, you could develop earthbending in a few months or a few years.” He took a seat on a pile of earth discs. “But you could also be a nonbender, like me.”
“But probably not, though, right? Tai and Avani and Priya can all earthbend, so why would I be the only one who can’t?” 
Baatar forced himself not to look away from the pleading look in his son’s green eyes. “No one can really say why some people have bending abilities and others don’t. There are geneticists who’ve dedicated their entire careers to the question.” 
“Dad, what’s a geneticist?” 
“A scientist who studies heredity and the variation of organisms and…and that isn’t really important now,” he said. “The point is, bender or nonbender, your mother and I love you and will always be proud of you.” 
“Does being a nonbender mean I’ll have to become an engineer?”
“Of course not,” Baatar said, “but I’m here if you ever want to learn.” 
Jae seemed to think this over for a moment. “Can we design a super fast car?” 
Baatar smiled. “The fastest.” 
“Really? Then let’s go!”
As he jogged to match his son’s pace back to the house, up to his workshop, he hoped the powers he could offer—of innovation and design—would be enough to fill an earth-shaped void.
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blairarden · 2 years
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Otter Penguin
SUMMARY: Baby Baatar Jr. loves his toy otter penguin
CHARACTERS: Baatar Jr., Baatar Sr., Suyin, Sokka
PAIRINGS: Baatar Sr./Suyin
Other notes: Baatar Sr. is Sokka and Suki's son
Baatar Sr. and his wife, Su, were enjoying some time with their 12-month-old son after lunch when there was suddenly a knock on the door.
"Oh, were we expecting anyone?" Su asked, looking at her husband in confusion.
"Not that I know of," Baatar Sr. responded, feeling as confused as Su looked.
Baatar Sr. opened the door to find his father, who he hadn't been expecting for a few more weeks.
"Dad?" Baatar Sr. exclaimed in shock, immediately pulling his father in for a hug. "What are you doing here? I thought you had chief stuff to do."
"I got off early," Sokka explained with a smile, as Baatar Sr. ushered him into the living room. "How are my beautiful daughter-in-law and handsome grandson?"
"We're doing well, Uncle Sokka," Su said, hugging her father-in-law. "Junior, say hi to Grandpa."
"Hi, Gwampa," Baatar Jr. greeted adorably.
"Hi, little otter penguin," Sokka said, picking his grandson up and snuggling him close before turning to Baatar Sr. and Su. "Isn't he a tiny bit young to be speaking this well?"
"Probably," Su chuckled.
"You're a little smartie-pants, aren't you, Junior?" Sokka jokingly asked his grandson.
"Junior smart pants," Baatar Jr. repeated with a nod.
"Junior go down now pweeze?" the small child asked his grandfather after a few moments.
"Sure, buddy," Sokka chuckled, placing his grandson down onto the floor. Baatar Jr. took a couple of shaky steps before falling down and ultimately deciding to crawl instead.
"He can speak in sentences, but walking's still a bit of a challenge," Su chuckled.
"No, no, no. Not in your mouth, Jun," Baatar Sr. said, hurrying over to his son who was attempting to put a slipper in his mouth. "Here," he placed a new set of stacking rings in front of the small boy. "Let's play with this instead."
"Pay this instead," Baatar Jr. repeated, looking at the toy in excitement, dragging his favorite otter penguin stuffed animal with him.
Baatar Sr. laughed. “He’s had that toy for four months and I’ve already had to stitch it back together twice,” he said. “He takes it with him everywhere .”
“I tried to throw it away after it broke the second time,” Su stated. “But he was so miserable when he couldn’t find it that I had to give it back.”
“Why not get him a new replacement one?” Sokka asked.
“Oh, we tried,” Baatar Sr. said. “He knows the difference.”
“Watch this,” Su said, picking up a new otter penguin identical to the one Baatar Jr. had in his hands except for the stains and tears and approaching her son who was sitting next to his otter penguin stuffed animal and playing with the stacking rings. “Hi, Junior. Can Mommy see your otter penguin for a second.”
Baatar Jr. reluctantly handed the toy to his mother.
“Junior’s turn now pweeze? Junior’s turn now pweeze?” the child asked desperately the moment his mother took the toy from him. 
“Here you go, sweetie,” Su said, discreetly switching the two toys and handing Baatar Jr. the new one.
Baatar Jr. quickly took the toy and cuddled it close for a moment before suddenly throwing the toy and bursting into tears.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Su cooed, attempting to hand the new toy back to her son.
“No! No! Want otto penwin!” Baatar Jr. scream-cried.
“This is otter penguin, sweetie,” Su said gently.
“No! Not otto penwin! Want otto penwin!” Baatar Jr. continued crying.
“Here you go, buddy,” Baatar Sr. said, handing Baatar Jr. his old otter penguin toy. “You know which one is yours, don’t you?”
Baatar Jr. made desperate grabby hands at the toy. “Otto penwin! Otto penwin!” He immediately cuddled his toy close as though he hadn’t seen it in months.
“Told ya,” Su said to Sokka with a smirk.
“Well, he is a smart kid,” Sokka chuckled. "Someone had to inherit my genius."
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presidentbeifong · 2 years
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Stop hating on baatar jr. for the same reasons you love kuvira. Let’s not put the double standard cards out now.
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wilcze-kudly · 1 month
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Someone needs to take my image editing softwares this is getting out of hand
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I had a very vivid image of Amon calling a penis a hot girthy staff of carnal desire and you have to suffwr too
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ao3statistics · 1 month
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This is self-made. Date of creation: 17.03.2024
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avatarkyoshisfans · 4 months
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LoK + tumblr posts
LoK screencaps part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11
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cold-neon-ocean · 5 months
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This wip has been sitting around for a while bit I felt like dropping it bc I was thinking about them being cozy ;; (feat. dialogue I forgot to post elsewhere so it's a special treat lol)
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kuvira-protege · 2 years
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Day 5: Betrayal
(Sorry I just have this one matching drawing🥲)
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thena0315 · 7 months
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Fear
For Baatar Jr. Week (Day 2: Fear) @baatarjrweek
Baatar knew logically that this was the last opportunity to sleep he’d have for a while, but still rest eluded him. In the morning, they would finish their march on Republic City. Kuvira anticipated a quick surrender once they demonstrated the power of the weapon, the scale of the colossus, how thoroughly outmatched the United Forces were—but Baatar had never shared her optimistic streak. Even in the best case scenario, there would be blood, and in the worst, it would be hers. 
It was this thought, paired with the images of his mother’s assassination attempt during the weapons test, that roused him from a fitful sleep drenched in cold sweat. He reached across the cot for his fiancee, squinting to make out the familiar blur of her shape in the dark, but his fingers grazed only the cooling pillow left in her wake. 
Baatar shot up in bed panting, his mind swirling with visions of assailants cloaked in night, vengeful spirits, the avatar herself, until rationality took hold. More likely than not, she’d been pulled from her rest by some task or pressing question for her generals. 
He grabbed his glasses off the nightstand and flicked the lights on, chiding himself all the while for losing his head, even momentarily. He was a creature of logic, a man of science; he should have known better than to jump to conclusions. Still, he knew that no sleep would come until he’d seen her face. 
 With this in mind, he quickly donned his uniform and let his feet guide him to the colossus. If he was going to be up all night anyway, he could at least get some work done. 
After greeting the sentries with a curt nod, he methodically went through the routine checks of the engine room and the power core, each motion like a talisman crafted to ensure her safety.
When he was finally convinced that no saboteurs had tampered with the equipment—Zhu Li’s antics had pushed him from caution to a state near paranoia—Baatar made his way up to the head of the colossus, where he found his fiancee calibrating the controls with her bending.
Kuvira was right in front of him—alive, breathing. It took everything within him not to pull her into his arms then and there.
She hopped down from the metalbending platform, smiling. “Have I mentioned what a perfect engagement present this was?”
“You could stand to mention it more,” he said, trying to hide his nerves behind a playful smirk. He walked over and inspected his handiwork, searching for anything he may have overlooked. “Do the controls feel alright?” 
“They’re like an extension of my body,” she said. “You’ve outdone yourself.” 
“Thank you, love.”
“Of course,” she said. “Now what’s wrong?”
“Why would something be wrong?” 
“Baatar, I’ve known you for fifteen years,” Kuvira said. “I know what your heartbeat feels like when something is wrong. We only have a few hours left before we have to move, so talk to me.” 
Baatar sighed. She’d always been able to read him too well. “I couldn’t sleep.” 
“You never do before a major battle,” she said, reaching for his hand. “But this will be the last one.”
“But what if we lose? Kuvira, what if you die?”
“That’s always been a possibility,” she said, the steel of her resolve sliding into her tone, hardening her. “There are risks involved with our positions; you’ve known that from the start.” 
“I have. It’s just…” He reached up and caressed her cheek, drinking in the warmth of her skin. “I can’t lose you. Just the thought of it terrifies me.” 
“Baatar.” She sighed. “We have the upper hand.” 
“But hands can change quickly in a battle with these stakes.”
“You’re not wrong.” Her forehead creased as her mind turned to scenarios, tactics. “What can I say to make you feel better about this?” 
“Say you’ll be careful, that you won’t take any unnecessary risks.”
Kuvira raised an eyebrow. “I don’t take—”
“You challenged the avatar to a one-on-one duel with the whole army standing behind you.”
“Point taken,” Kuvira said. 
Baatar took both her hands in his and squeezed them. “Love, promise me you’ll be cautious.” 
“I promise. We’ll stick to the plan. Now we should head back and get some sleep before this all starts.” 
When they were back in the tent, Baatar watched her sleep, memorizing the cadence of her breathing, the rare softening of her features. Some instinct, some dark premonition still told him it was the last chance he might have to do so. 
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feral-jackdaw · 5 days
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Do you ever think about the evolution of the Beifong family?
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When we first meet them, they are introduced as a rich family, universally known for their wealth and nothing else.
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And then, in LoK, we see a family of skilled benders, architects, artists, founders and defenders of a technologically advanced city, all of whom are freaking awesome.
And of course this change wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for Toph.
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thefollow-spot · 5 months
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So I’m obsessed with Kuvira now. Imagine you’re cast off but taken in by a woman who gives you everything as long as all you are becomes hers. Your talents, your achievements, your friends, your life. You’re a prodigy but without her you would be nothing. So you have everything but only as long as you’re grateful. Always grateful. So fucking grateful for everything you are. But people are hurting, people like you, orphans who never even got the chance to be grateful, and it makes you sick to know you’re all of this (brilliant, and strong, and privileged) but you can’t share it because none of it is yours—none of you is yours—to begin with. And you meet this beautiful boy who you’ve known since you were a child and he gets you—like more than anyone ever has he sees you, he makes you laugh. And he looks at you and understands what it’s like to always be grateful, which really means always be in debt. And you know you’ve never belonged anywhere, but you belong with him. And he wants to help people, too. So you run away together, to help people. It’s helping people at first—it’s not dictatorship. It’s not. And at first it’s just helping people—making things better—but to do that you need respect, you need an army, you need people who will back you and build for you and lend to you on nothing but your promises and charisma. And the crazy thing is: you do it. You get people to lend to you and build for you and fight for you. And one day you look around, standing side by side with this beautiful boy—this genius boy who has become a brilliant man, who you made a man, and you realize that everything you’re surrounded with is something you earned, you built, you made, you fought for, you took. And you realize you never ever have to be fucking grateful, never have to feel indebted, to Suyin Beifong ever again.
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ROUND 2, MATCH 8
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Sukka previously defeated: Linko
Baavira previously defeated: Sokkatara
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