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Yandere Content, CharacterxCharacter, Reader x character, Yuri Ships, Fluff, Angst, Scenarios, Imagines, headcannons, Different AU's (depending on the AU), Regular ships, Regular Reader Insert ships, Suggestive content to an extent, Platonic Pairing, Romantic Paring, gender neutral reader, female reader
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Pro ships, male readers (srry I genuinely do not know how to write male readers), Omegaverse I'm shart at writing it, any kinks that revolve around a child-like aesthetic or implication, sorry I don't fw age players/age regression too, and SA/noncon
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Hii, would you be willing to write a story for Kuvira set during the events of the comics?
My idea is that the reader would be someone who worked with Kuvira for a period of time during the Earth Empire (very similar to how Bolin did) but during the same time that Bolin stepped away, Reader did too, and ended up fighting Kuvira beside Korra. But, even during the Empire, Kuvira already had a bit of a soft spot for Reader, she was already dear to her.
Fast forward to the events of the comic, Korra picks up Kuvira from prison so they can head to Gaoling in Asami's airship. And who else is there with them? The Reader! Kuvira is surprised to see her, doesn't know how to react to her presence nor to the deep guilt already twisting in her stomach. She can barely look Reader in the eye because now all of those feelings are coming up.
The trip to Gaoling takes three whole days, and I see a lot of potential ripe for the taking there! Kuvira has spent at least three months in isolation, 24/7 with chains around her wrists and with absolutely no one coming to see her, so it's obvious she's gonna be very, idk, emotional about certain things, very touched starved too. And I'd love to see that in the story 😋
Everyone on the Krew is very hostile towards Kuvira, and rightfully so. But my idea is that, despite it all, the Reader would be the only one to show genuine kindness and concern for Kuvira during those three days on the airship. Maybe she gets her a blanket during the coldness of night, maybe taking care of the wounds on her wrists, giving her a proper meal, or merely staying by her side in some much needed human comfort. And Kuvira does not know how to deal with that, she doesn't know how to receive this kindness that she absolutely doesn't think she deserves; let alone from someone who should technically dislike her. And now more than ever Kuvira's feelings for the Reader are pushing hard against her chest, so it just adds more salt to the wound.
Maybe on the third night Kuvira has a nightmare, or breaks down because of something else, and Reader is the one who's by her side. And we finally see all that solitude and need for comfort making an appearance in how Kuvira holds onto her tightly and doesn't let go, begging for Reader not to abandon her because all she wants is to be good and do right by her.
Thank you 🫶🏼
Aftermath | LOK
Kuvira x Former Logistics Coordinator Fem Reader | Hurt/Comfort | Requested
╰┈➤ Three months in solitary confinement couldn't' erase the the past. Now on an airship filled with the people she almost destroyed, Kuvira expects nothing but judgment. Instead, she finds your kindness, reopening a deep ache she thought she left behind a long time ago.
Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, soft dom! Kuvira (early on), reader used to work for Kuvira, guilt, betrayal, mutual longing, touch starved! Kuvira, mild arguing/discourse, mentions of bruising, night terrors
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The hum of the engines felt heavier now, settling into the quiet rhythm of the late night hours. The rest of the command deck was entirely dark, save for the single overhead lamp casting a sharp circle of light over the map table where you stood. You rubbed at your temples, a dull ache throbbing behind your eyes as you stared down at the never ending rows of numbers. You were so deeply buried in your own head that you didn’t even hear the automated doors hiss open at the back of the bridge. It was only when the heavy clink of metal boots ceased right behind you that you realized you weren’t alone anymore.
Before you could turn around to greet her, you felt the firm comforting weight of Kuvira’s presence closing in from behind. She stepped up right against your back, the cold edge of her metal breastplate pressing gently against your shoulder blades, trapping you between her body and the edge of the wooden table. She didn't say a word at first. Instead, she slowly reached around you, her long, armored arms sliding past your waist to rest her palms flat on the table, effectively pinning you in place. The faint scent of her uniform and the crisp, clean smell of the upper atmosphere enveloped you completely.
"I thought I gave you an order."
Kuvira murmured, her voice a low vibration right against the shell of your ear. It wasn't the sharp, biting tone she used to discipline incompetent officers; it was a deeply intimate, purring drawl that sent a sudden shiver straight down your spine. "And here you are, still standing exactly where I left you, putting your energy into pieces of paper instead of listening to me."
"ah—Kuvira… I'm..I’m almost done," you whispered, your head tilting back slightly until it rested against her armored shoulder. You were too exhausted to maintain a professional posture, and with her, you didn't have to. "The District governor sent a completely mismatched inventory list. If I don't cross reference these rail manifests tonight, the metal supply for the new defense towers will be delayed by a week."
Kuvira let out a soft, amused hum, a sound that vibrated directly into your chest. She didn't move away. Instead, she shifted her weight, pressing her body just a fraction closer against yours, asserting her physical presence in a way that felt entirely safe. One of her hands left the table, and you watched as her green and silver gauntlet slowly covered the page you were reading, deliberately blocking your view of the text.
"That can wait," she said, her voice dropping to a smooth, velvety whisper that brooked absolutely no argument. "The governor will wait. The entire empire will wait if I tell it to. But you are going to stop working right now, because I am telling you to."
She turned you around slowly, her hands moving to your waist to guide your body until you were facing her. Your thighs pressed against the edge of the table, and Kuvira stepped into the small space between your knees, completely closing in your personal space.
Up close, that unshakeable leader of the Earth Empire that you knew looked so different. The harsh lines of her face were relaxed, her sharp green eyes fixed on you with a possessive like warmth. She reached up with both hands, her fingers deftly unlatching the metal guards from her wrists and dropping them onto the table with a loud clatter, leaving only the soft, dark fabric of her undersleeves.
She placed her bare, warm hands on either side of your face, her thumbs gently stroking across your cheekbones, smoothing away the tension that had gathered there. Her touch was incredibly firm, tilting your face upward so you had no choice but to look directly into her eyes.
"Eyes up here."
Kuvira commanded softly, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. "You’ve been running yourself ragged for days. You think you're being helpful, but you're neglecting yourself, and I won't allow that. I brought you into my inner circle because you are brilliant, and because you are the only person in this entire place whose presence actually brings me peace. But you are no use to me if you burn out."
"I just want to do my part," you said softly, your hands tentatively rising to rest against her waist, feeling the solid strength of her core.
"I want to make sure your vision succeeds. I don't want to let you down.."
"You could never let me down."
Kuvira replied instantly, her tone softening even more as she leaned down, her forehead gently resting against yours. The proximity was intoxicating. She closed her eyes for a brief second, just breathing you in, letting herself escape the crushing weight of her title for just a moment. When she opened her eyes again, they were dark with affection. "But you need to remember who is in charge here. I decide what is a priority. Right now, your rest is my priority."
She slid her hands down from your face, her fingers wrapping firmly around your wrists. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly lifted your hands away from her waist, drawing your arms up and placing them gently around her neck, guiding you to hold onto her. She then slid her own arms securely around your waist, pulling you flush against her body until there was absolutely no space left between you.
"You're going to come with me to my quarters," Kuvira murmured, her voice carrying that irresistible, gentle authority that always made you want to give in completely. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing softly against the sensitive skin just below your ear, making you gasp softly. "You're going to rest, you're going to let me take care of you, and you're going to sleep. No more arguments, no more thinking. Just me. Do you understand?"
You nodded weakly against her shoulder, completely defeated by her tenderness, your fingers curling into the fabric of her uniform collar.
"Yes, Kuvira.."
"Good"
she whispered, a small, satisfied smile touching her lips as she tightened her embrace, lifting you slightly off your feet just to show she could, before guiding you out of the darkened room.
Those were the "simpler" days. Days where you didn't really have to think that much when she was around. Days were you didn't have to worry a thing because she was taking care of everything.
What a beautiful cage she had built and trapped you in. It was too good to be true. You almost gave in.
Almost.
The heavy clanking of the train against the iron tracks was the only sound filling the tense room. Bolin had already made his stand, his sudden defiance shattering the illusion of his loyalty, and he was currently being marched away by the guards. But for Kuvira, that loss was nothing compared to the devastation right in front of her.
You stood on the opposite side of the steel map table, your breathing shallow as you slowly unclasped your armguards, letting the dark metal pieces clatter onto the desk. The silence between you stretched out like glass right before it breaks. Kuvira stood perfectly still at the head of the table, her hands rigidly linked behind her back, her sharp green eyes drilling directly into yours. The commanding posture she maintained for her generals was entirely gone, replaced by a desperate, rigid stillness. She was staring at the undeniable truth–
you were walking away from her, too.
"I gave you everything," Kuvira said, her voice cutting through the hum of the engine, devoid of its usual authority. Instead, it was a low, cracked whisper that sounded close to a plea, a vulnerable tone she had never allowed another living soul to hear.
She stepped forward, her heavy boots clicking slowly against the floorboards, her movements lacking their usual aggressive certainty. "I took care of you. I let you stay right at my side, a place of safety and purpose where no one could ever hurt you or push you down again. And now you’re standing here, telling me you’re throwing it away? Because Bolin couldn't handle the reality of what it takes to fix this world?"
"It’s not just about Bolin, Kuvira."
your voice trembling as you forced yourself to look at her. A lone tear slipped down your cheek, catching the dim overhead lighting of the train car.
"It’s about what we're becoming."
"The re-education camps, the forced labor, the way you look at anyone who disagrees with you like they're a disease to be wiped out. I loved the woman who wanted to unite our people and bring them out of the dark. But I can't follow the dictator who locks them in cages to do it. Your ideology is messed up, and I can't pretend otherwise anymore."
The words hit Kuvira. She didn't hate you. She realized in that moment that she was completely incapable of ever hating you, but the sheer disappointment that washed over her felt worse than any physical wound.
She felt abandoned.
She had built this entire empire of iron to bring order to a broken world, but deep down, she had built a secure sanctuary so that the two of you could finally rule it together, free from pain. Now, she was staring at the reality.
"I only wanted to see you happy"
Kuvira murmured, her voice dropping to a smooth drawl as her gaze drifted down to the cold steel table. The vivid memory of you and Kuvira from just weeks ago flashed through her mind like a cruel taunt. The way she had held your hand beneath the strategy desk, the way she had gently forced you to look at her, demanding that you let her protect you. She looked back up, her eyes dark with grief.
"I wanted to give you a beautiful, perfect world where we didn't have to hide or fight anymore. I tried to shield you from the ugliness of this war, and you choose to walk out into the mud with the traitors."
"It's what you want Kuvira—open your eyes..!"
you replied, your voice cracking as you took a slow step back toward the heavy exit door. "I would rather face whatever is out there than stay here and watch you destroy the very people you promised to save."
Kuvira closed her eyes for a long, painful second, letting the rumble of the train wrap around her. The betrayal tasted like ash. She didn't want to fight you, and she didn't want to lock you away like a common prisoner, but the empire demanded absolute devotion, and you had just drawn a permanent line in the steel between you. When she opened her eyes, the soft, protective warmth you knew so well was entirely gone, locked away behind a wall, leaving only the grim, sorrowful duty of a leader who had just lost the only person who actually mattered.
"Then there is nothing left to say."
her tone turned completely flat, cold, and professional. She turned her back to you, staring out the window at the passing, darkened wasteland, refusing to let you see the fracture in her composure.
"If you leave this car with Bolin, you are an enemy of the Earth Empire. You wanted your freedom? Let's see if it keeps you warm."
Oddly enough, she didn’t fight you. She didn’t even call you to be taken away, right out of her sight. It was scary seeing her this way. You were so sure she’d try to attack or call for reinforcement, but nothing happened. It was like you were coldly dismissed like any other subordinate.
No fight at all.
That was the last proper interaction you had with Kuvira before switching to fight with the Avatar.
The heavy metal doors of the Republic City prison block slid open with a slow, echoing groan, and for the first time in three months, Kuvira stepped out of her windowless, isolated cell. Her skin was pale from staying indoors for days, her hair slightly unkempt, and her eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden light.
As Korra led her up the gangplank of Asami’s sleek airship, Kuvira kept her chin up, trying to maintain a shred of her old dignity, but her stomach was twisting into knots of raw, hollow guilt. She expected the hostility that awaited her inside. She expected the glare Asami shot her from the cockpit, and the stiff, rigid tension radiating from Mako and Bolin as they stood in the main cabin. What she didn’t expect, what completely shattered her composure, was—
you.
You were sitting on one of the passenger benches, a quiet presence in the middle of the Krew's simmering resentment. When Kuvira’s green eyes landed on your face, she froze in her tracks, the breath catching sharply in her throat. The deep guilt that had been gnawing in her chest for months suddenly surged forward, making it physically painful to look at you.
All the memories of the train, of your final confrontation, and the realization that she had genuinely tried to destroy the world you loved came crashing down on her at once. She instantly looked down, unable to maintain eye contact, her jaw tightening as she swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. She didn't know how to react to your presence. She felt entirely unworthy of even breathing the same air as you, and the shame of being seen like this.
Broken.
Defeated.
Guilty.
made her want to shrink back into the shadows of her cell.
The three day journey to Gaoling quickly settled into a routine. The Krew made their feelings perfectly clear; no one spoke to Kuvira, no one sat near her, and whenever they had to pass by her corner of the cabin, they did so with a sharp silence that felt like a physical slap. Even Korra, who was trying to remain professional for the sake of the mission, was incredibly stiff and distant. Kuvira spent the first day pulled entirely into herself, staring out the window at the passing clouds, her body aching from the total lack of human contact. Three months of solitary confinement had left her touch starved, her skin practically burning with the emptiness of isolation. But you were the only one who still stuck around despite your last interaction with her.
On the first night, as the airship flew into the higher altitudes, you quietly stepped away from the Krew's warm circle. You walked over to Kuvira’s corner, holding a thick, wool blanket.
Kuvira didn't look up until she felt the heavy, soft fabric being gently draped over her trembling shoulders. She flinched slightly at the sudden proximity, her green eyes wide with confusion as she looked at you. You didn't say anything to provoke her; you just gave her a small gentle nod before walking back to your seat.
Kuvira clutched the edges of the blanket with her hands, pulling it tightly around her chest. The lingering warmth of your hands on the fabric felt like a shock to her system, a sudden comfort that she felt certain she didn't deserve, and it brought a burning sting to the back of her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the airship's cabin windows, but it did nothing to ease the stillness of the second day. The air was thick with the silence of the krew, who had taken up their usual posts as far from Kuvira as the metal walls allowed. Asami kept her eyes strictly on the navigation instruments, while Mako and Bolin spoke in hushed, sharp whispers that abruptly died whenever they had to look in Kuvira's direction. Kuvira sat rigidly in her designated corner, pulling the wool blanket you had given her the night before tightly around her shoulders. She spent the entire morning staring down at the floorboards, trying to make herself as small as possible, utterly paralyzed by the raw shame of her positioning.
With her hands completely free of the iron cuffs, the lack of physical restraint somehow made her feel even more trapped; there was no metal barrier to blame for her weakness now. Every breath she took felt tainted by the realization that she was entirely at the mercy of the people she had tried to basically destroy.
By the afternoon, the deep purple and yellow bruises on her bare wrists had grown increasingly prominent under the cabin lights, a reminder of her ninety days in solitary confinement. She kept her hands tucked tightly beneath the fabric of the blanket, desperately hiding the physical evidence of her downfall from the hostile eyes in the room.
The mental toll of her isolation was settling into her bones, but far worse than the loneliness was the relentless, twisting guilt in her stomach whenever she dared to look at you. The bitter memory of how sourly your last conversation had ended on that train, when she had coldly told you to see if your freedom would keep you safe, now felt like a jagged piece of glass cutting into her soul. She had threatened you with the very empire that eventually crushed them both, and the shame of that betrayal was constant.
While the others intentionally looked away, refusing to acknowledge her existence, you quietly stood up from your seat. Earlier that morning you caught a glimpse of her wrists it was obvious the cuffs she was in were too tight and caused those marks on her wrist.
Despite all the things you and her went through during her political campaign, you can't just let go of it, especially seeing her like this it breaks your heart, seeing the woman you've looked up to and admired so deeply, broken down like this in front of you.
You still cared.
You still have that soft spot for her too.
You grabbed a small tin of soothing medicinal salve and a warm bowl of fresh soup, walking through the cabin with a slow, deliberate pace that didn't disrupt the atmosphere. As you approached her corner, Kuvira’s head snapped up, her green eyes widening with a sudden panic as she watched you kneel directly in front of her. She instinctively pulled her hands deeper into the blanket, her voice a raw, cracked whisper that barely carried over the hum of the engine.
"You shouldn't be doing this.." she murmured, her gaze darting frantically toward the front of the airship where the others sat, scared that your kindness would draw in more attention. "I don't... I don't deserve your kindness. Not after what I did. Not after how I...hurt you."
You didn't answer right away. Instead, you reached forward, your movements completely devoid of hesitation as you gently but firmly reached beneath the blanket. Your warm, soft fingers brushed against her cold, trembling skin, and the sudden physical contact caused a visible, deep shudder to run through Kuvira's entire body. She leaned back slightly, trying to weakly pull her hands away, but she didn't have the emotional strength to truly fight your touch. You didn't let go. Your grip remained incredibly tender as you guided her hands out into the light, resting her bruised wrists on your lap.
"Everyone deserves to have their wounds tended, Kuvira," you said softly, your voice carrying that same grounding, comforting tone she used to crave during her late nights on the imperial airship.
"Just let me help you.."
Kuvira bit her lower lip so hard it nearly bled, a single tear finally escaping her eye and rolling down her cheek. She watched in silence as you opened the small tin and began to carefully apply the cooling salve to her deeply bruised skin.
Your thumbs moved in slow, rhythmic circles, smoothing the medicine over the angry red lines left by the restraints. The tenderness of the gesture was a beautiful, agonizing torture to her. The fact that you, the person she had betrayed most deeply, were the only one treating her like a human being was almost too much to bear. It added salt to an already gaping wound, forcing her to confront the undeniable reality that her feelings for you hadn't faded at all
they had only grown deeper, sharper, and more desperate in the quiet dark of her cell.
When you finished applying the salve, you gently placed the warm bowl of soup in her hands, your fingers lingering against hers for just a fraction of a second longer than necessary to ensure she had a firm grip on it. Kuvira stared down at the food, her throat tight with an emotion she didn't know how to name.
She forced herself to take a slow sip, the warmth spreading through her chest, though her heart remained heavy with an ache. She didn't know how to receive this kindness, let alone from someone who should technically hate her, and she could only watch silently as you packed away the first aid supplies and gave her another gentle nod before stepping back to leave her to her thoughts.
On the third and final night of the journey, the storm inside Kuvira finally broke. Deep in the middle of the night, while the rest of the ship slept, she was violently pulled into a nightmare. In her mind, she was back in the giant mecha suit, the spirit cannon firing wildly, but instead of Republic City, the beam was tearing through you, dissolving you into nothingness while she screamed, trapped behind the glass. She woke up with a sharp, gasping choke, her entire body soaked in cold sweat, the iron chains rattling violently against the metal floor as she trembled in the dark. Before the panic could completely consume her, she felt a pair of warm, familiar arms wrap securely around her shoulders, pulling her out of the terror.
It was you.
You had been sleeping nearby, keeping a silent watch over her, and you had rushed to her side the moment you heard her gasp. "Shh, Kuvira... You're safe," you whispered, pulling her close against your chest. "I'm right here. I've got you."
All of Kuvira's carefully built walls, the pride, the discipline, the stoicism, completely disintegrated in a matter of seconds. The sheer weight of ninety days of solitude, combined with the overwhelming need for your touch, took over her entirely. With a desperate, choked sob, she threw her arms around your neck, burying her face into the crook of your shoulder. She held onto you with a vice like grip, her fingers curling into your clothes so tightly her knuckles turned white. She couldn't let go. She refused to let go, her body racking with deep, violent sobs that she had kept bottled up for months.
"Don't leave me.."
Kuvira begged, her voice entirely broken, a ragged, weeping sound that tore through the quiet cabin. She pressed her face harder against your shoulder, her tears soaking through your shirt as she clung to you, completely unraveled.
"Please, please don't abandon me. I know I was wrong. I know I ruined everything, but I want to be better. I want to fix what I broke. I just... I want to be good for you. I want to do right by you. Please, just don't let me go."
You held her just as tightly, your hand resting on the back of her head, gently smoothing down her tangled hair as she wept. You let her pour out all the guilt, the loneliness, and the desperate love that had been suffocating her, giving her a safe place she so desperately needed.
And for the first time since her empire had fallen, wrapped securely in your arms, Kuvira felt finally at ease. Just having you back with her again. Not being rejected, shun away, and abandoned was more than enough to put her soul at ease.
Oh how she desperately missed this.
Author's Note
Ay big dawgs Kuvira post up YAHOOO KUVIRA MY BABES
Do you have any other favorite characters/tvshows/movie characters?
TEHEEE THANK YOU ANON FOR ASKING THISSSSS
TV shows
FIRST ofc Scooby Doo dawg 😣 as I mentored before I was incredibly deep into the Scooby Doo franchise. I'd watch it 24/7 !! I loved my goat Shaggy
My beloved Gravity Falls huhuhuhuhu(≧▽≦) thank you my goat Alex you da real art 😋 Gravity Falls is a show I watch 4-5 times in a year Dipper and Mabel ofc!! They remind me of my older brother and I :]
MY GOAT Courage the Cowardly Dog!!! It's one of the shows my older brother and I watched together after school, (he was still an angsty teenager by then but we bonded over this show together) it's obvious I love Courage ^^
We cannot forget about My Little Pony love the show but the fandom ehhhhhh but I do love Pinkie Pie ( ╹▽╹ )
Star vs The Forces of Evil !! I loved Star when I was younger! I had an odd obsession with the intro music though, I would replay it non stop I just really loved her voice
Totally Spies !! I love all three of the girls but if I really have to choose one it would be Alex ^^^
Steven Universe :] specifically Lapis being my favourite not so fun fact, I was actually banned from watching this when I was younger but ya gal was and is a stubborn person and I secretly watched it when I was by myself the best thing I've ever done because this show is one of the main reasons why I love complex characters and understanding characters in a way it helped me become more perspective
Honourable mentions!
Owl house (Luz, Amity, and Eda)
Amphibia (Spring, Anne, Sasha, and Marcy)
Over the Garden Wall (Writ)
(you can tell there is a pattern in the shows I like)
For movies I'm not much of a movie watcher BUT I do have my favourites
Dead Poets Society! "I was good. I was really good." Is all I'm going to put here
Jojo Rabbit it'll be funny! they said, it's a comedy! they said. (Rosie Betzler and Jojo Betzler)
It's the same anon who came up with the Scooby Doo idea!
In this AU, I think Vaatu would obviously be the evil entity bc both represent darkness and they were both sealed away for thousands of years.
So, I was thinking that maybe the Red Lotus could be the original Mystery Inc that disappeared? Mainly bc I think Unalaq would be Pericles here, even though he's not an animal because both characters did merge with evil horrors and betray their respective groups. What do you think?
Also, sorry if I'm bothering you 😅
Oh don't be sorry if your bothering me, your not^^
The gears in my head are turning for this AU, you single handedly brought me back to my obsession with Scooby Doo and now my family has to deal with me watching Scooby Doo on the TV all over again😭✌️
So, recently I've been rewatching Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated because it was one of my favourite shows when I was young and then this idea popped into my head.
A Mystery Incorporated AU for LOK where Korra, Asami, Mako and Bolin are the members of Mystery Inc and either Naga or Pabu takes Scooby's role.
Idk if you'll know what I'm on about because idk if you've watched SD: Mystery Incorporated but I just wanted to share this idea >>
DAWG. I HEAVILY FW SCOOBY DOO. I forced my mom and older brother to sit down on the couch and watch with me dawg. Past me was FASCINATED and would literally watch anything Scooby Doo related. I literally watched all the spin off shows (including the Lego scooby doo), all the live action movies, literally ANYTHING related to it. Literally the setting foundation of things I like in my lil cartoons (I think that show is also the reason why I got so invested with Gravity Falls too)
ANYWAY! I do see ur vision and I genuinely think this is really cool this is definitely going to idea pile. I'll see what I can do with this and how I can write about it
I'm pretty sure I sent a request with abo a while back and just read that you don't write that, so feel free to just eliminate the abo, sorry I thought I'd read that better
╰┈➤ this is just a lil place where I usually answer questions from my inbox that revolve around Kuvira :D it was getting a lil too cramped in the Kuvira master list so I've organised a lil place where people can find questions or discussions more easily^^
This is ascending order
Main Kuvira master list
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Answering Questions
Most Recent: "Do you think she'd be a thoughtful, devoted lover?"
"Do you think Kuvira is someone who would wish for a romantic partner?"
"Do you think she would be like that with her lover, after her redemption?"
"Is this the Kuvira we see in the comics is genuine?"
"Do you think Kuvira would ever be willing to sacrifice someone she loves?"
"Do you think Kuvira was ever truly evil?"
"Do you consider her cannon redemption arc sensible and real?"
Discussion
Most Recent: The Re-education Camps Let's Talk About It
While I still have some time on my hands Imma try to answer questions in my inbox and continue writing cuz I need to take advantage of my fleeting free time 😔😔
I love your recent artwork with Kuvira >.< The colors you use have such a beautiful tone!!
In addition, I've been wanting to ask if, despite having a militaristic and kinda serious exterior, if Kuvira is someone who desires romantic affection and would be an affectionate, caring, and loving person with her partner?
Hello!! Oh my gosh thank you for enjoying my art ^0^ I'm slowly getting comfortable posting my art works on here ahah ( ╹▽╹ )
To answer your question, yes! She is still someone who desires to be loved^^ I've answered questions like this before and I have linked them all in my Kuvira master list for people to go over but I'll still answer here cuz I just love talking about her ^^
At first I see her a bit hesitant when it comes to affection especially during her redemption arc/rehabilitation arc. Still feeling guilty of the damage and harm she caused she would distance herself a little but I assure you that once those walls break and she lets you in her inner circle she'd be just as affectionate ^^
Thank you so much for answering my recent ask, 🥺❤️ thank you for the kind words!! I adore tlok and I don't ever wanna let it go. Thank you for being understanding, I just really wanted to know that it is still valid to consume and make content for Korra and all the other characters, that there is no need for anything to become less relevant just because a new show is coming, right?
I mean, considering that Aang came before Korra and he is literally getting a new movie just now, I think it's safe to say that the Avatar franchise doesn't have a "main" timeline, if you get what I mean, right? And all characters and stories will always be relevant and there is no need to feel like I should move on?
I mean, I think there is still plenty of people out there who will always be engaging with Korra as well, right?
I'm sorry if my wording gets confusing :') I'm not sure how to properly explain it, really I just want to make sure that Korra's fandom will remain valid and relevant for people to still create content for (I'm also a writer, that's why). But again, Avatar is always going back and forth with its timeline for new content, nothing is ever left forgotten/nothing has a definitive end to receive new content, if that makes sense, all characters will forever be important and relevant. So I don't think I need to worry about that, right? About feeling like Korra isn't relevant anymore/that people will stop caring about her timeline?
Because I still have so many things that I wish to create for her timeline, you know? And I don't want to feel like I'm doing it "late" or when no one is going to care for it because everyone has moved on, you know? But I think it's safe to say that this is me being paranoid, right? 😅 Again they literally just released a new Aang movie, so I think it's pretty clear that there is no fixed, main timeline that people are supposed to focus on, yes? Everything remains as valid as ever?
(sorry, I hope I wasn't too confusing :'))
I completely understand what you mean^^ Honestly, when I feel this way especially with the Avatar franchise I like to think of the creators, writers, and animators as artists completing a massive painting :]
Because the timelines are so vast, with so many perspectives and characters, they are essentially filling in the gaps of the world. They show us the aftermath, the in-between moments, and sneak peeks of what the characters have been up to. I hope that lil image will be able to help and reassure you that you can still like the past series ^^
So go ahead and enjoy ATLA, TLOK, and Seven Havens for as long as you can! There will always be people out there who genuinely appreciate these characters. I used to wish that someone in a dead or inactive fandom would write or draw the characters I adored, so I know how much it means.
There are actually so many people who love and support Korra. When it comes to the haters, it really is best to just ignore them. Interacting with negativity only adds fuel to the fire.
Oh yeah don't need to feel silly or nervous when asking questions or just generally wanting to discuss with me^^ I am always happy to respond :D
I am currently getting ready to go back to school so it's gonna be jam packed for my schedule especially the days where I'm supposed to write.
I'll also need to prepare for a school trip where I was chosen to represent the country and our school in a foreign country so papers, docs, interviews allat sweet stuff will consume my time 💔
I'd like to thank all the people who sent in requests and questions I appreciate it and I promise I'll try my very best to keep writing and completing those requests^^
