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toomuchracket · 7 months

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halloween (dad birthday party!matty x reader fluff)

a slightly late final day of promptober fic, featuring both your daughter's cat and her slay of a halloween costume. short and sweet. enjoy! <3

the cat shuffling around on matty's chest makes his eyes shoot open. fuck, had he really fallen asleep on the sofa, dozed off watching the football like his own dad, and his dad before him? christ.

how embarrassing. he's not that old.

blinking back into the realm of the conscious, matty squints at the score at the top left of the tv screen - still nil-nil, the same as it was fifteen minutes ago. that comforts him, despite the looming threat of a newcastle league relegation dependent on them winning this match. he's not old, he's just a tired man who fell asleep watching a boring game after a long, work-filled week.

matty hums happily at that conclusion. the noise vibrates through his shirt-clad chest, making eloise - the ragdoll kitten so named after amy's latest literary obsession, the protagonist of a book series her mum brought home with her from new york - lift her little head and look at him curiously.

he stares back at her. "yes, madam?"

unsurprisingly, eloise doesn't dignify him with a verbal response. she nuzzles softly into his chest, though, and goes back to gently kneading his ribs with a purr, which makes matty smile. not so much at the cat herself, although he does like how comfortable eloise is with him, but rather thinking about how your six-year-old would react to the sight; she's been obsessed with the "eloise is making daddy biscuits!" joke since you told her about it last month, and every time she sees eloise's kneading in action she puts on the gleeful smile she also learned (well, inherited) from you.

you, now audibly walking towards the living room, voice humming what matty thinks is fantasy by mariah carey, heels clicking against the concrete steps. the latter noise threatens to bring up memories of another halloween the two of you had in this house, where you ended up in bed in nothing but your heels, and matty has to focus really hard on thinking about the chord changes in the former noise before the memories become a problem for him, for you, and for getting amy to this bloody school disco on time.

"hi, baby," you smile, wandering over and leaning down to kiss your husband. mayhem pads in behind you, plonking himself down by matty's feet. "good game?"

"not in the slightest. what a shit evening," matty sighs, doing his best to reach down and scratch mayhem's head without disrupting eloise's baking prep. "you look hot, though, babe. really hot."

he's not lying, or exaggerating. the dark grey suit jacket you're wearing is cool as fuck, interestingly structured, and the matching mini pencil skirt and sheer black tights are doing wonders for your legs. maybe matty's biased, because you're his wife and he loves you, but if he had to define "milf", he would take a picture of you right now and use that to do it concisely.

"thanks, baby," you giggle at matty, and he grins and leans up to kiss you again. fuck, he loves flustering you with compliments - always has, always will. "it's not too… corporate?"

matty shakes his head. "it's hot, babe, really."

"well, it is ysl. you look hot, too, by the way, as always," you wink, and matty's heart skips a beat. "although we'll need to lint roller you before we leave, i think, given that somebody's gotten a bit too comfy resting on you and you're wearing full black. yes, missy, i'm talking about you!"

eloise languidly lifts her head again, to look at your smiling face this time; she purrs quite happily when you caress her, but her little face is almost defiant, unapologetic about her choice of seat. matty laughs - softly, as not to startle her - and waves a hand carelessly. "leave her be, she's comfy."

"you know, that old saying really is true."

"what old saying?"

"that there's nothing quite so special as the bond between a dad and the pet they used to claim they didn't want," you smirk, running a hand through matty's hair.

"oi! i never said i didn't want eloise," matty frowns.

"of course not, sweetheart," you kiss your husband's head, and scoop the cat up like she's a baby. eloise purrs again when you rub her stomach. "anyway, she's been summoned by our oldest baby girl, so your outfit's safe for now. there's a lint roller in that random drawer in the kitchen - use that, then meet me in the hallway in three minutes?"

matty smirks. "ooh, a secret halloween rendezvous?"

"no, matthew," you roll your eyes, but smile anyway. "so your daughter can do a big costume reveal for us before we have to leave the house. she's insistent we get the full effect, fully commit to the vibe."

"oh, my baby," matty beams. "i think we're doing a great job raising her. even though your habit of being late to parties has turned out to be a genetic thing."

"yeah, yeah," for the second time in as many minutes, you roll your eyes; you're clearly not that irritated by matty, though, considering you bend down to kiss him as slowly as time pressures (and eloise) allow. "see you in two minutes."

"looking forward to it," matty calls as you leave the room, sighing at the way mayhem follows you without a second glance at him. he supposes he should be used to it by now - ever since you started coming over to hang out all those years ago, mayhem's been completely, totally, utterly devoted to you.

like father, like son.

and like father, like daughter, matty thinks, when he meets you in the hallway a couple of minutes and a quick cat hair removal session later. he can hear amy from round the corner, frantically directing her mum before she makes her appearance. "from the top, mum! and don't forget eloise!"

"alright," you call through cheerily, a total contrast to the grimace on your face - matty has to bite his lip to keep from laughing. "presenting… her royal highness, amelia mignonette thermopolis renaldi, princess of genovia! and," you have to check your phone for the next bit. "the royal kitty, sir fat louie."

matty grins as amy starts to make her way down the corridor towards them, resplendent in a pretty white off-the-shoulder dress with matching gloves, a tiara adorning her bunned hair; his smile widens at the sight of her black headphones, eloise (also wearing a crown) comically big in her tiny arms, and the ray-bans he got her for her birthday to match his own. the princess diaries had been another recent literary and cinematic obsession of amy's, and she was adamant princess mia was her costume of choice for the halloween disco at school. she was also adamant her parents were going to be a part of it, too, which is why you're in your version of charlotte the PA's corporate chic outfit, and matty was forced to dig out an old leather blazer from the at their very best tour to loosely cosplay as joe the security guy.

he doesn't mind in the slightest, though - seeing his little girl smiling so big and having the time of her life is all that really matters to matty, and he'd do anything to make it happen. he's the same when it comes to you; he just loves his girls so much.

and he tells you both that when amy reaches the pair of you, curtseying demurely as you cheer and promptly burping dramatically immediately afterwards. yep. she's your collective offspring, alright.

"so," amy begins, putting eloise (who scampers off to bed) on the ground (with a "thank you for being part of this, eloise! i wish you could come with me, but i'll see you later)". "do you like my costume, dad?"

"i love it, munchkin," matty grins, kneeling to be level with amy. "you look beautiful. but also really cool! s'a perfect outfit for you, i think."

amy nods seriously. "i think so too," she turns to you, barrelling into your legs for a cuddle. "thank you for helping sort it for me, mummy."

"you're welcome, my girl. but," you tilt your head towards matty. "it wasn't me who got your glasses, the most iconic part!"

"oh yeah," amy launches herself into matty's arms, snuggling into him. his baby! he doesn't want to ever let go. "thanks, dad."

"that's alright, munchkin," matty catches a glimpse of his watch - the fancy one you bought him for christmas - over his daughter's head. "listen, my beautiful girls, we'd better get a move on if we want to get to the disco on time. coats on, please."

it's a sign of how excited amy is that she doesn't dispute putting a coat on and covering up her fancy outfit; instead, she just rambles on about her costume and her friends' planned costumes and how excited she is for the snacks and to see if any of her favourite songs are played. you and matty half-listen and half-swoon at how adorable she is, glancing at each other with little smiles on your faces as you begin the drive to the school.

one particular question of hers does pique your attentions, however. "see the foot pop at the end of the film when they kiss? is that a real thing?"

the car goes awkwardly silent as you and matty look at each other, truly unsure how to respond. matty does first. "it's certainly something you don't need to know for a good few years - decades, even."

amy's indignant. "i'm only asking, dad, i'm not going to kiss a boy! they have germs!"

"that's my girl!" you laugh, turning to wink at her; when you turn back to the front, your gaze locks onto matty's pretty face. "but yes, munchkin, it's a real thing. not for everyone, but it's real."

"even for you and dad?"

matty takes your hand and brings it to his lips. "definitely real for us, yeah."

"gross."

#mads muses #mads does writing #into the birthday partyverse #birthday baby #promptober75 #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fluff #matty x reader

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prince-kallisto · 7 months

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Crowley Levan is Meleanor’s “eyes, limbs, and husband”…wouldn’t it be cool if the one who married into the Draconia family had a crown/headpiece that resembled horns, worn for ceremonies, public appearances and the like?!

We haven’t seen Levan yet but I know in my heart he’s just a silly little guy as long as you ignore The Killings 💞

I talk more about concept art and costume details below the cut!

Levan’s headpiece is designed to have more of a live-action Maleficent feel, where she wrapped her horns in…fabric? Snakeskin? Whatever it was, it looked really shiny, oily, and really cool, so I tried to depict that texture to show how his horns are fake.

And sort of elaborating on the Draconia crown idea, perhaps each crown from every ruler who married into the family has its own unique shape? Levan’s halo-like shape is unique to him, so ones before him perhaps had more “traditional” dragon-like horns, and others had twisting ones like a sheep, etc etc. Since I’m OBSESSED with TWSTs religious symbolism- the Dawn Knight popped off with that winged helmet- I also wanted a halo shape to make Levan look slightly angelic.

The beads on his horns were slightly inspired by the mianguan, a formal headdress worn in ancient China. He also wears nail guards covered in shiny jewels… Let him be extra ✨

Levan having wings over his eyes like the Dawn Knight would be a fun parallel, and as a reference to him being Meleanor’s “eyes, limbs, and husband.” Like I mentioned in the comic, he covers his eyes and disguises his body under bulky clothing to be publicly dramatic af 😭 he takes his title way too seriously haha. The idea is that when he isn’t around Meleanor, he sheds his mask so he can report what he sees to Meleanor. But when he is with her, he “blinds” himself as a demonstration of trust. I’m sure he can actually detect his surroundings very well despite the mask- he just likes to play around and act dumb to make Lilia and Meleanor laugh haha. I haven’t thought much about the clothes under his cape, but I imagine it’s very like Malleus’ masquerade outfit. Something very streamlined and agile in case he has to enter a sudden battle or fly into the air.

And with my concept art, he was meant to have the shoulder feathers like Crowley and Malleus! They were like pauldrons covered in feathers. But when I was working on the final piece, I spontaneously changed it to fit the sketch for something more flowing and bulky haha. In my head, this bigger cape has a more “General” vibe to it? Something that draws your attention when Levan walks into a war room! Speaking of, I really love the fantasy-vibe of the costumes in Book 7- I feel like I can really go all out with Levan’s costume if the Dawn Knight is allowed to have a helmet like that!

This was super last minute in the painting process, but I’d like the inside of his cape to have constellations and stars all over it! I tried to draw the Corvus, Crater, and Hydra on the visible parts of his cape.

I prefer painting with ink far better than acrylic or even watercolor…so doing this in mostly black and white inspired me to give Levan porcelain-like skin, shading his skin almost like he was a doll and not a person. I think about how Diablo in Sleeping Beauty was turned into stone, so it’s meant to be a bit like marble too

I imagine Levan to have long, wispy hair that resembles briars and a bit like live action Aurora from Maleficent. Its very striking how he’s repeatedly described as “beautiful,” and although short hair is very beautiful in its own right, something about his mysteriousness and beauty gives me Aurora vibes specifically. Speaking of, Book 7 seems to be more obvious with combining elements from the original Sleeping Beauty and the live action Maleficent. Perhaps Silver could be the OG Aurora, but I can still give Levan live-action Aurora’s pretty hair haha.

When he wears his headdress and cape, he has his hair pinned up in the back. I’d like to draw my interpretation of Levan more in the future so you can see how his hair would look when it’s all down or in a ponytail. Perhaps Raven-Fae do more elaborate hairstyles that incorporates jewels/shiny things into their hair? Also, this inspiration is VERY specific haha, but if you ever read or watched Cardcaptor Sakura, Nadeshiko’s hair is very close to how I imagine his hair to be- very full and flowing! (Cardcaptor Sakura’s aesthetic snatched me up many years ago and has never let go since haha)

I don’t know, I just think it’s really cool yet ironic that Meleanor and Lilia talk about Levan as someone whose a crybaby, kind, beautiful, airheaded, but then Lilia casually drops that Levan is one of the top generals, an extremely skilled diplomat, and battled the DAWN KNIGHT and survived, when even Lilia hasn’t at that point. So I thought it would be fun if he had angelic themes in his outfit, while still making it clear that he’s dangerous.

Whoops this got pretty long! ∑(ﾟДﾟ) Haha, I think I like sharing my designs- not for the art it self but just to ramble about my entire thought process/inspiration/details! Although I try to get better at depicted all these ideas through the art itself, I can’t help but want to talk about it haha

#cant wait to be horribly wrong with his design #no seriously. I CANT WAIT SHOW ME LEVAN ALREADY. SHOW ME THE BOYYYYY ARGHHHHHH #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanart #Twst levan #twst revan #twst papa draconia #twst meleanor draconia #Twst General Lilia #KallistoPost #my art

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nnnyxie · 7 months

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I‘m inlove with an au I saw- it was bakugo x Popstar!reader so why don’t we Just Switch That and make it Izuku x Popstar!reader??🤭 like Imagine reader being a Popstar since middle/high school so Izu has been a Stan from the start!! And he works his way up to becoming a pro, Reader becoming a fan quickly and appearing on a live stream wearing his merch (I’m thinking an oversized hoodie??) And Deku hears of it- super flustered hehe and also ofc him posting maybe a story with readers music in the bg?? Stuff like that

Does that make sense?? You get what I mean right?? Okay cool

#𖢥 izuku anon

i heart ur brain so bad!!!

you’ve been a popstar since your first year of high school!!!

you quickly gained popularity because of your unique voice and music style!! i’m thinking smthn along the lines of daoko and jun togawa!!

when you first debuted— he just loved you— he loved your music, voice, and style choices. he’s been your biggest supporter since day one!

now you…. you’ve also been a big supporter of his too!! he was just a sidekick when you first saw him in action. and you were so happy to see how he climbed the ranks!!

you loved how he interacted with his fans and how he treated the younger ones!!

when he started to gain more popularity, merch of him started coming out. you were pretty much the first to get every item. you collected all the posters, figurines, t-shirts, sweatshirts, etc. you were as bad as he was when it came to all might.

though— he was the same with you. he collected your albums in all forms, he had tour shirts and sweatshirts too. (despite never being able to go to a concert.)

now onto the live stream part………

izuku usually isn’t able to watch your livestreams. they’re usually at night and he mainly does night patrol. but!! his schedule’s changed a bit and now he’s doing early noon!! how convenient!!

lucky enough!! as soon as he got home, your stream started. it was labeled:

let’s talk hero!! (aka let’s talk deku!!)

the way his face lit up—

he was definitely quick to join—

though, his ‘username just joined’ notification got drowned by all the other fans so you didn’t see it <//3

but— when you appeared, you were in his newest world heroes era costume— well, it was a sweatshirt design but still!!

he was so surprised that you were a fan of his!!! it made him so happy!!

if homeboy had a tail, it’d be wagging.

“hello everyone!!” you spoke to your phone, laughing at the amount of comments. sometimes it was overwhelming but, you’d do anything for your fans!!

canklebiter: h-h-he-hell-hello🥺

“oh…! hello cankle biter!” you tried not to laugh or outwardly cringe.

cuntryside.living: NAHHHHH THE FUCK???

patricksslutera: ignoring that. LETS TALK ABT DEKU🤭

nana.sei: yes pls 💥 let out ur fangirl side!! we luv it 💥

“alright, alright. we’ll get on with the conversation!” you clasped your hands together in excitement. “did you all see his recent save? he’s such an amazing hero! the way he was able to save all of those residents— it was truly inspiring! and he had the brightest smile on his face when they thanked him.” you smiled fondly, remembering the news report. “it must’ve been so difficult though. having all of that weight on you. all of that expediency. i can’t imagine how difficult it all is for him. he’s strong in many forms. i think that’s why i love him best.” his heart skipped a beat—

“but, he knew what he was getting into, you know? and i don’t mean that in a bad way! i mean it like— he decided to do it, knowing the repercussions. he did it because, he wanted to save people and make them happy.” you sighed, happily. “it’s so admirable.”

“and i’ll be honest— i’d be too scared to ever do that. but, seeing him in action? it’s just… inspiring. i’ve uh… this is a little embarrassing… but, i’ve dedicated quite a few of my songs to him… especially on my recent album…” you held your face in your hands. “you know the songs i’ve never explained the background of? yeah… those were the ones.” you groaned in slight embarrassment. “don’t go spreading that around now though— okay?” you playfully glared at the screen.

koushi.kt: @/mei.mei WHAT DID I SAY

earphone.jack✔︎: the green makes sense now…

pinky✔︎: @/earphone.jack I WAS JUST ABT TO SAY

nana.sei: HELP WHY IS EVERYONE ACTING SO SURPRISED??? this is them we’re talking abt c’mon🧍‍♀️

koushi.kt: wait bc i need to see them tgthr now

izuku feels dizzy and giddy.

he honestly thought that you might’ve had some secret lover due to the nature of the songs— but now that he knows the songs are for him??? he’s just !!!!

(i mean i’d be dying if i were in his shoes /pos)

he watches your live until its end— taking note of when the next will be

he also decides to ‘discreetly’ post on his story about your new album……. tagging you…….

‘thyme’ was symbolic to courage, strength, power, and sacrifice in ancient greece & rome. which is why i chose it as a song title!!

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #deku x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero x reader #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ works — ♡︎#♡︎ — izuku anon

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headfullofpresley · 7 months

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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧' 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 4,5K

Summary: You and Elvis are always playing pranks on each other. This Halloween, you come up with a prank that goes horribly wrong as Elvis doesn't think it's so funny and gets genuinely upset. But like always, your partner eventually comes around and gets his revenge.

Warnings: strong language, playing with a ouija board, fake demonic possession, mentions of the devil, elvis being upset, elvis calling reader a bitch, pranks that you probs shouldn't use on other people, tiny bit of angst, reader and larry gellar disliking each other. guess that's it?

A/N: hello, hi! i guess this isn't really spooky but felt like it fit the season! there's pranks in this that i don't advise you to use on anyone unless that's you're kind of humor. wrote this in an hour or so because it randomly popped into my mind and well... i thought it was funny 👀. just want to make clear that this is in no way me making fun of elvis' spirituality in any way, nor is reader, if some people might think thatttt or if it comes across as that. just wanted to write something else rather than a vamp!elvis fic like my brain already was thinking about for halloween, AAAAH. also, this doesn't include all members of the mm or any of the other guys because i didn't know where to place them. okay, bye. p.s: be a smart cookie and don't use a ouija board.

Elvis didn’t care for Halloween.

Never did when he was young and never did as he was growing into an adult. Sure, when he was a little boy and his friends would drag him along to go trick or treating he could appreciate the free candy, but that was about it. After complaining about the people in scary costumes on the street when he was around 7, his mother stopped him from going out on All Hallow’s Eve and he appreciated her doing so.

As he got older, he’d usually be working on the last day of October and whenever he wasn’t, he would rent out the Memphian and watch horror movies with the guys, other friends and some of his fans. He enjoyed playing pranks and scaring the shit out of the people around him, but that’s where celebrating Halloween ended for Elvis.

His Christianity or beliefs didn’t have anything to do with it. He simply preferred holidays that involved lots of homecooked foods, spreading joy, giving gifts and being surrounded by his loved ones. Like Thanksgiving and especially, Christmas.

You on the other hand are obsessed with Halloween. You always put a lot of effort in your costumes and Elvis allowed you to put carved pumpkins by the front door with a lit candle inside of it, but he wouldn’t celebrate with you in any other way than watching movies. You were too old to go trick or treating, so you were happy when Lisa Marie was over at Graceland on some Halloween evenings to do so with her, but this year she unfortunately was in California with her mother.

This Halloween you put little effort into your costume, opting for a black cat suit with a tail, some drawn on whiskers that complimented the dark eye make-up you were sporting, and a pair of black cat ears. Elvis wasn’t complaining because you looked smoking hot in it, but he wasn’t aware that you chose this simple outfit because you had bigger plans for tonight that involved… well, let’s say, a lot of action.

After watching a few movies at the Memphian with Elvis, some fans and the guys, you all made it back to Graceland. It was only around 1 in the morning which was early for the bunch you were living with, so nobody was tired yet. Which was good, because you and Charlie Hodge had come up with the perfect prank to play on Elvis and the two of you managed to convince everyone to get involved in it.

The only one who wasn’t up for it was Larry Gellar and you were slightly worried that he’d out your little plan and ruin the whole thing. You were praying that he’d just go home already, but much to your chagrin, he was sitting on the couch and conversing with Elvis, not looking as if he’d leave any time soon. You were just going to have to risk it.

“Let’s play a game!” You chirped happily as you held up a plastic bag, pulling off your cat tail and throwing it by the side of the couch. “I found this today at the store. The sales girl told me it’s the perfect game to play during Halloween, because then you know it really works,”

Elvis watches with curiosity as you pull a large box out of the bag, turning it around and showing him the front. As he realises you were holding up a ouija board, he was immediately intrigued. Ever the curious person, especially when it came to things about spirituality, Elvis slides to the edge of the couch and takes the box out of your hands, opening the lid to take the board out and inspect it.

“Hell no, I ain’t playin’ that,” Lamar immediately says as he glances at the board and you try to suppress a grin. His reaction was the one you told him to give. If Lamar would play, Elvis was going to take the chance to tease the hell out of him for a week straight because Lamar scared easily when it came to these things.

“Ah c’mon, Fike. It’ll be fun,” Elvis grins as he places the board in the middle of the coffee table. You give Charlie a quick thumbs up and he grins, agreeing to play the game. Sonny and Red agree as well, but Larry decides to sit this one out. You were happy about that and as you go around the living room to dim the lights and light some candles, you feel instantly annoyed when you hear Larry’s voice.

“Elvis, I don’t think this is a good idea. Playing with an object like that can be dangerous, you know?” Larry chimes in, looking at Elvis with worried eyes. Never really having liked Larry, you roll your eyes. Elvis doesn’t see it but Red does and he sticks his finger in his mouth, feigning a gag. The two of you silently laugh and you sit down on the floor by the table, Elvis sliding onto the floor next to you.

“It’s not dangerous, baby. It’s just a game,” you quickly tell Elvis as Larry once more expresses his concern. Elvis looks at Larry once more before he turns to you and grins, kissing the corner of your mouth as he grabs the planchet and puts it on the board. Larry gives you an annoyed glare and you ignore it, happy that he decides to retreat back into the kitchen. Joe sits back on the couch along with Billy to watch the game unfold, simply because there wasn’t enough space for more fingers on the planchet.

“You sneaky sonofabitch. You’re the one movin’ that thing!” Elvis exclaims in slight annoyance as he glares at Sonny who sat on the opposite side of the table. Sonny widens his eyes, trying his best to hold back a laugh as he shakes his head.

“I swear to God, I ain’t doin’ it!”

You and Charlie exchange a knowing look. It was the two of you taking turns sneakily moving the planchet with the tips of your fingers, but Elvis didn’t notice a thing. He was too intrigued and focused on the words “it”, or in this case you, were spelling out. You hadn’t propeely opened communication or whatsoever, so the board wasn’t working at all. You believed that a ouija board could truly work if you wanted it to and you could communicate with… well, someone or something, but that wasn’t the intention for tonight.

You just wanted to play the prank of the century on your man like he has done to you so many times before.

All of you ask random questions at first that require simple answers. Then you decide to take matters further into your own hands and add up the dramatics a notch. You needed it to be spooky. Elvis doesn’t scare easily, the morgue trips he often makes with you were proof of that, and you want him to be terrified tonight.

“Someone dies tonight.”

All of you exchange uncomfortable glances, though only that of Elvis was real. He shifts a little on the floor and takes his finger off the planchet, accusing Charlie instead of Sonny now.

“Hodge, stop pullin’ my leg with this bullshit!” He huffs and Charlie widens his eyes, scared that you and him got caught, and just as he opens his mouth to defend his case, you speak up.

“Elvis! You’re not allowed to take your hands off of it without saying goodbye!” You grab his hand and bring it back to the board, putting his finger back on the planchet. He looks at you and scoffs, squinting his eyes.

“Oooh, I see. It’s you, ain’t it?”

You mentally curse yourself. Was your acting that bad? Shaking your head as you give him your most serious face, you tell him that it’s truly not you who is moving the planchet and before he can question you further, Charlie sneakily spells out something else.

“The girl.”

“That’s it. I ain’t playin’ no more. Say goodbye, goddamnit,” Elvis barks in annoyance. He wasn’t going to admit it out loud but he truly believed the planchet was moving by itself and spelling out these things. He was having fun when they started and asked random and silly questions, but now it was getting a little too serious for him.

A little too scary.

This thing was threatening your life and he felt a sense of paranoia fill his chest. What if you’d really die because of this stupid game?

No. No, you weren’t going to die. It’s just a game. It’s not real- he refuses to believe it’s real.

You quickly say goodbye along with everyone else, moving the planchet over the word before taking your hands off. You bite your lip to hold back a laugh and wrap your arms around Elvis’ neck as he leans back against the couch, crossing his arms after he shoved the board across the table. You giggle softly and hug him, planting kisses on his cheek.

“Stop that worryin’. It’s just a game, El, nothing is going to happen.”

Although he doesn’t believe you and is still worried, he slides his arms around your waist and pulls you onto his lap, hugging you back.

You spent the rest of the late evening playing some music and Elvis doing a spontaneous jam session, which got his mind off of that damned ouija board. After all, it was just a game. Nothing was going to happen and tomorrow afternoon, he’d wake up with you in his arms.

Alive and well.

But as you two got upstairs to his bedroom and got ready for bed, he wasn’t going to take no risks. There was a baseball bat leaning against the wall by the door and a hand gun laying atop of his Bible on the bedside table. You look at it as you got into bed where Elvis already was, sitting against the headboard with the TV on.

“What are you gonna do? Shoot a ghost?” You joke with a soft snort and he looks at you, simply nodding his head.

“Hell. I will if I have to,”

“My protector,” You swoon playfully as you run your fingers through his hair, laughing. He chuckles softly and sighs, kissing your lips before he allows you to settle in the bed. You pretend to watch some TV with him but couldn’t contain your excitement, curious to know what his reaction was going to be when the best part of the prank would play out.

Since you fell asleep pretty quick most of the time, Elvis didn’t think anything of it when he heard you lightly snoring as you had turned your back to him. He had his arm leaning across your hip, needing to touch you in one way or another, always. Unbeknown to him, you were wide awake and looking at the alarm clock on your side of the bed. You had told Charlie to give you twenty minutes before you’d set things into motion and as that amount of time had passed, you started off your little prank slow.

Ease Elvis into it, so to speak.

Pretending you were having a nightmare, you twitch lightly while mumbling some soft incoherent sentences, moaning uncomfortably. Elvis who was still wide awake moves his hand from your hip to your hair, caressing it soothingly as he sits up a little to look over at you. Figuring you’re still sleeping, he leans back against the headboard of the bed but only a split second later, you suddenly shoot up to sit in the bed. Startled, his heart skips a beat and he quickly sits up again too, moving some of your hair over your shoulder. He’s familiar with sleepwalking, but he has never seen you do it before. He knows not to wake someone when they’re in a state like this nor call out their name, but his worries grow by tenfold as your body slumps against him.

And then starts twitching and goddamn near convulsing as you throw your head back. He widens his eyes in shock as your eyes roll in the back of your head, your arms hanging limp by your side. Holding your frame, he tries to keep you still as he cups your face.

“Y/N! Y/N!” He slaps your cheek softly, unsure of what to do in a situation like this. He curses loudly as he reaches over to the phone on the bedside table, putting it to his ear as he calls downstairs and yells to whoever is on the other end of the line to come upstairs.

Like clockwork, Charlie comes running in not much later and feignes a gasp at the sight of your state. Elvis looks over at him, desperate for help.

“Goddamnit, Charlie, do somethin’!” Elvis yells as your body seems to be twisting and turning into uncomfortable positions, arching your back as you let out deep groans and grunts. You didn’t even know your voice could get that low, but you were impressed by yourself.

An eerie feeling washes over Elvis and he slowly lets go of you as you push yourself out of arms, standing on top of the bed. And then you just start… laughing.

Like an absolute maniac.

The sound sent shivers down Elvis’ spine and he quickly got off the bed, standing next to Charlie as they both look at you, unsure of what was happening. Well, at least one of them. Charlie was completely sucked up into his role though and he took a step back, fear in his eyes.

He was a damn good actor.

Something clicked inside of Elvis’ brain as you look at him with a menacing look in your eyes, smirking like the Devil himself just walked into the room.

That goddamned board.

“Get my Bible,” Elvis orders Charlie, never taking his eyes off of you. Charlie does as he’s told and grasps the Bible from the bedside table, handing it to Elvis. The singer takes off the necklace he was wearing with a cross pendant hanging on the silver chain and hands it to Charlie, looking at the smaller male.

“Put this on her forehead,”

“Elvis...” Charlie widens his eyes, holding onto the necklace and pretending to be terrified of going near you. “Can’t we.. can’t we just call an ambulance?!”

Charlie was going to do whatever Elvis told him to do anyways because it makes the situation seem more natural but even if he wouldn’t be acting, the glare that Elvis gives him is enough to have him sprint into action. He runs over to the bed and pulls you down, keeping you down on the mattress as he presses the cross against your forehead. As you look at Charlie, you have to try your damnest not to ruin things and laugh, but luckily you manage to stay in your role.

Writhing on the bed and trying to get out of Charlie’s grip with what truly is little effort but looks like a lot, you let out a bloodcurdling scream. Elvis comes closer to the bed while he is quickly reciting any kind of prayer he thinks might work, reading psalm after psalm. He’s taken back for a second when you did what Charlie and you rehearsed- kicking the brunette off of you and making him land on the floor. You swear you could hear Charlie chuckling, but Elvis is only focused on you.

Now you are the one that is taken back as he gets on top of you and grabs your wrists, holding them above your head as he’s still reciting prayers. He’s yelling at the non existent demon inside of you to get the hell out and Charlie has to muffle a laugh in the palm of his hand, curious about what you were going to do because neither of you expected this.

You felt a laugh bubbling in the back of your throat, so before it could come out, you stop writhing on the bed and drop your head to the side, pretending that the prayers worked and it has all come to an end. Elvis sat on top of you for a few more minutes until he releases your hands and gets up, closing his Bible. He watches you, ready to once more go into action as he sees you casually sit up and get up from the bed. He frowns a little as you walk over to Charlie and hook your arm through his, clearing your throat.

“The end.” You and Charlie gracefully bow, bursting out into uncontrollable laughter.

Until you notice one person in the room isn’t laughing.

Feeling the mood shifting in the room and as if a thunderstorm just passed over Graceland, you stop laughing as you see Elvis glaring at the both of you. You walk over to him as he throws his Bible on the bed and cup his face, but he’s quick to swat your hands away and get back into his bed.

“Elvis, c’mon. Don’t be mad, baby. We were just having a little fun,” you laugh softly, sitting on the edge of his side of the bed. He turns his head to look at you, his blue eyes icy cold. You weren’t unfamiliar with that look but usually it was something more serious that brought it on and you never liked it.

But what you weren’t realising is that this was serious to Elvis. He thought he was going to lose you to some freaky demonic entity.

“Get out.” He simply states in a low voice, turning his head back to the TV that was still on. You look at Charlie and he gives you a little nod, taking you out of the room with him.

You succeeded in pranking the prank master, but you’re afraid you pushed him too far and that simply wasn’t worth it.

You figured Elvis would be over it by the day after Halloween and things would go back to normal. But then again, you know Elvis like the back of your hand and although you were not surprised by him ignoring you for a week straight, you were still hurt.

When he learned that all of the guys were involved in your little prank, he let them have a piece of his mind and that was that. But you were walking on eggshells. He even made you sleep in Lisa Marie’s bedroom for that entire week.

By Sunday night, you were fed up with it. Maybe you had taken things too far, but it was just idiotic that he wouldn’t even let you sleep in the same bed as him.

“What do you think you’re doin’?” He snaps as he watches you burst into the bedroom and get into the bed next to him, fluffing your pillow.

“What does it look like?” Maybe you don’t have the right to be annoyed with him, but you are. He knows how much you hate to be ignored and you’ve been worrying yourself all week with all sorts of doom scenarios, like him ending the relationship.

He grabs your arm to pull you out of bed but you sit up and pull your arm out of his grasp, the words flying rapidly off your tongue. “Good God, Elvis. I’ve told you I’m sorry about a thousand times, but you don’t wanna hear it! You haven’t spoken a word to me in a week. At least yell at me, be angry with me, do something!”

His nostrils flare as his jaw clenches and he sits up more straight, turning his body into your direction.

“You want me to yell? Be angry? Fine!” He barks harshly, his loud rich voice booming off the walls. “I thought I was gon’ fuckin’ lose you that damn night! I thought you really were gon’ die, Y/N. That there was some sonofabitch inside of ya who was takin’ ya away from me. If you think that’s so hilarious, well hell, then you really are an evil bitch,”

You weren’t hurt by him calling you a bitch. You and Elvis fought enough times in the past that involved ugly name calling but you always made up minutes later. It never lasted for days. But learning that he was truly afraid of losing you in that moment causes your heart to clench uncomfortably in your chest. You feel a pang of guilt in your gut and your shoulders slump, tears burning in your eyes as you could see a tear rolling down Elvis’ cheek. He quickly wipes it away and looks at the TV set, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Elvis, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” You exclaim breathlessly as you crawl closer to him and hide your face in his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His body tenses up but then he quickly relaxes under your touch and wraps his arms around your frame, placing one hand on the back of your head to press you firmer against him. “i didn’t mean to scare you like that, I really didn’t. I just thought it would be a fun prank for Halloween. I never thought it’d turn out like this.”

It was never your intention to truly hurt Elvis or emotionally scare him. Deep down inside, Elvis knows this and he feels a little guilty about giving you the cold shoulder for a week, but he doesn’t feel the need to apologize to you for that. Instead, he accepts your apology with a long tender kiss and then cups your cheeks as he looks into your eyes.

“You can prank me, baby, jus’… no more pranks like that, okay?” He whispers as he brushes some hair out of your face, thumbing a tear away from the corner of your eye. You nod, promising him that you’ll never do something like this again and keep it at small pranks only.

That same night, you and Elvis stand outside at the back of Graceland, watching the ouija board melt into mush in the firepit.

He wasn’t going to take any chances and forbids you to play with a board like that for the rest of your life. You have no problem promising him that you will never touch another ouija board again and content with your answer, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and looks at the flames.

“Don’t ever do that to me again, Little,” he whispers as he presses his nose into your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo before he kisses your head. You wrap your arm around his waist and hold him close as you nod, resting your head against his chest. “I can’t lose ya. Ever.”

“I promise, Elvis,” you say as you raise your head and look up at him, kissing his chin. “You’ll never lose me. Even the Devil can’t take me away from you.”

He grins at your words and pecks your lips, but then he pulls his head back and looks past you, frowning. Curious, you look over your shoulder and a hot feeling of fear immediately spreads throughout your chest, widening your eyes as you see two man wearing scary wolf masks stalking toward you and Elvis.

It was only you and your boyfriend at the house tonight, but still when one of the men grabs you and a few others that came from the other side of the premises grab Elvis, you scream at the top of your lungs for help. It doesn’t do much and your vision is taken from you as you’re being blindfolded, a hand being placed firmly over your mouth.

You were thrown in the back of a car and after driving for what felt like hours, you were being lifted out of the car. You couldn’t speak as one of the men had shoved what you guessed was a tie in your mouth because you wouldn’t stop cussing at them in the back of the car. You were surprised they hadn’t knocked you unconscious yet.

You were terrified of what was to come, but more so you were worried sick about Elvis. The last thing you had seen were a couple of masked maniacs overpowering him and dragging him away. Having no idea where he was or if he was even still alive, you were determined to break free and get out of where ever you were.

You needed to get to Elvis. The thought of never seeing him again made your head spin, feeling like you were about to either faint or be ill.

Despite your inner turmoil, you didn’t stop fighting your kidnappers. Not even as you were being placed on a chair, your hands tied behind your back and your ankles tied together. As the fabric was pulled out of your mouth, you were about to scream again until your blindfold was taken off. As your eyes adjust to your surroundings, you widen your eyes when you see Elvis and the Memphis Mafia standing in front of you, all wearing shit eating grins.

You realise you’re sitting in the pool room.

The guys all burst out into rumbling laughter, Elvis included, and he bends down to be at your eye level, his hands placed on his knees as he grins.

“Honey, I’m gon’ say this once and for all,” he bites his lip as he laughs, that mischievous little boy gleam in his eyes. “Don’t prank the master.”

You sarcastically laugh along with him as he unties you, glaring at Lamar who was having an uncontrollable fit of giggles when he tells you you should’ve seen yourself when him and Sonny were driving you around the block to make you think you were being taken somewhere else.

You stand up from the chair as Elvis has let you free and grab a poolstick from the wall. Red snickers.

“We should probably start runnin’ now, huh?”

“Yup.” Elvis smirks, popping the ‘P’ as he shoves the guys out of the way and starts making a run for it. You were immediately hot on all of their heels, your main suspect being Elvis, as you yell profanities at them while trying not to laugh.

Both you and Elvis know that this was only the start of what would become a very, very long prank war and you’re determined to take his title away from him, although you doubted you’d succeed at that.

As long as it didn’t involve ouija boards and any kind of demonic possession, Elvis was ready for whatever you had planned for him. But just to be absolutely sure, he made a mental reminder to have Lisa Marie stay at Graceland for Halloween next year so he could benefit of the free candy and admire your matching costumes with his daughter rather than thinking he was going to have to give you up to the Devil.

Because one way or another, he would shoot the sonofabitch.

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low-budget-korra · 3 months

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Comments on Netflix's Avatar The Last Airbender

*spoiler alert*

First of all I'm gonna start by saying it is one of the best adaptations I've seen so far. And that's the key word, adaptation. I've seen a lot of fans and others complain about some things that honestly, doesn't make sense because some things only work in a cartoon(just as much as some things only work in a book or a video game)

And before I start to talk about some topics that I judge important, I also wanna say that the production is fantastic, from the costumes to the CGI. It all looks amazing. (A part from Yue's wig)

1. The Script

It's not easy to pick 20+ episodes and make it fit in only 8 but damn they did a hell of a good job, especially when judging what was important to show and what they could let it go. Some fans commented that since there's no fillers, the Gaang and others miss some development but I think that for the universe of the live action what we got here it worked.

I can express how much I like to see Ozai and Azula's relationship and how it is now clear that he uses the siblings against each other, manipulating them to get what he wants. But I will admit I miss the fear Azula had, since it's implied in the show and some extras that she does fear Ozai, and fears becoming like Zuko.

I hope the 41. Is just fine after the battle in the north. See all of them bowing to Zuko after discovering that Zuko was the one that saved their asses and was heavily punished by that...it was beautiful. I loved the writers did that, give names and faces to Zuko's crew and a beautiful yet sad arc when Ozai banished his son and the men who he saved.

I also loved that they put weight into things that was treated as a joke, like Katara talking about her mother. She was a little kid who saw her mom get murdered in front of her and the live action made sure to let us know that it is not okay to make jokes about something so traumatic. All of the deaths here have tons of weight in it, it's not some random person, is someone we met, someone we liked, someone who helped. The costs of the war, something the cartoon manages to show us but know in live action, with real people, the massage gets stronger.

And they didn't forget Iroh's past like the fandom does, which is great. That actor, the earthbending soldier really let it all out, that's how you use the few screentime you have.

Sokka's isn't sexist and y'all were making a storm outta a cup of water, is not like Sokka sexist didn't go away after like the 4 or 5 episode in the original show. I think the live action was able to bring more depth to him in comparison to the first season of the cartoon. We see how he feels about his father's, the absence of him and his duty as warrior who kinda doesn't want to be a warrior.

I need a Gyatso in my life, I didn't know I needed to see more of him until the live action gave us more of him. Kyoshi was the Thor coming to Wakanda from this season, WHY THE FUCK BRYKE DONT WANNA GIVE US A KYOSHI SERIES? She is absolutely a jewel of a character. Roku and Kuruk, damn poor Kuruk man, so much pain in his words but again that's what it means to be the Avatar, it's not fun and games. Zhao saying to Aang what Korra villains said to Korra😭 that the world doesn't need the Avatar anymore, it hurt.

Guys I'm gonna say it, there's no way in hell for anyone to ship Kataang here. I'm saying this because some shippers complain that the secret tunnel part was different but c'mon, look at Kiawentiio and look at Gordon, it would be so s awkward and weird and just wrong. I know they don't have a big age difference, is only like 3 years but when they filmed Gordon looked so much younger than her, maybe in the next seasons the difference won't be that big.

The pace is good, once you start you don't wanna stop.

2. The Acting

Everyone is really good at capturing the essence of it's characters and somewhat making them their own. The highlights for me were Dallas and Ian, Its like they came straight from the show. Ken Leung's Zhao was also amazing as he was way more threatening here than he was in the show.

Kiawentiio was the Katara we were looking for, she is kind yet strong, brave and caring. And Gordon was Aang, sure, he has to learn a few things since he slipped a few times in his acting but nothing that could ruin the experience, that kid is good and just needs some experience.

Elizabeth Yu was Azula. It was different but yet the same character, is like learning something new of her and I like how cleared she show emotions with her eyes. Maria Zhang had great chemistry with Ian and I can't wait to see more of Suki. Arden Cho and Yvonne Chapman as June and Avatar Kyoshi look like they came out straight from the cartoon. Daniel Dae Kim...man is Ozai, so cold, so sharp, so scary, already way better than the cartoon version. I wanna see more of Paul Sun-Hyung Lee as Iroh since the character he really starts to shine in book 2.

3. The live action doesn't have the spirit of the OG?

Yes, it does have. The thing is now that we are seeing real people, things get dark one way or another but I don't think it ruined the spirit of the show. Aang is still a kid, Sokka still making sarcastic jokes, Zuko still annoying as hell, Katara still hopeful and strong... There's everything there really.

The thing is stuff like genocide, murder, war, death and suffering are, for some people, better to watch as pixels in a cartoon than real people.

I think it's a great adaptation and I would recommend it to every fan.

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Would love to hear about you two ! What do you love about him? What made you say yes?

I guess aside from mutual attraction and good sex, I just have never felt better about myself in the context of a romance. from the start of our romantic relationship, things just felt easy, light and normal. I didn’t feel this fear in my gut that my feelings would not be reciprocated or that my time would be wasted, and like… I felt that way naturally. I didn’t have to convince myself that he was interested in me, he made it clear with words and actions.

He was very generous from the start and has maintained that generosity, and he actually listens to, understands and cares about the same systemic things I do, on every level, and those things were important to him long before we ever met. His work intersects mental health and immigration for undocumented people which I think is incredible. Our beliefs very much align.

He thinks my interests in style and history are really cool and actually the first weekend we met, he escorted me to meet a soon-to-be friend of mine for a historical costume meetup, and her husband was with her and they kind of fell in line to chat as like the dudes behind the ladies in big costumes, so that was a great test and he had a couple other unofficial auditions around my friends that weekend which he aced and has continued to ace.

He loves and supports my burlesque work, which I think actually makes a lot of men uncomfortable. They’re typically put off at worst or disinterested at best, but he goes to my shows and will often help out, insists on carrying my bags, and everyone knows him to be chill and helpful and a great tipper. And there’s been times when audience members have gotten out of pocket and he’s always at the ready to put himself in between them and the performers and de-escalate as needed.

We’ve lived together for a year now and we both spend most days at home, as he works from home and unless I’m gigging or out for social things, then I’m at home, and I used to wonder what that would look like but… We just simply haven’t gotten bored of each other. I go out for a few hours and then I’m excited to see him when I get home, or he works in his office and then he’s excited to come hang out with me after he’s done, and we give each other space is needed. He’s also just really good about communicating his feelings or letting me know he will take space when he needs to sort them out, if we’ve had a disagreement or if one of us has peeved the other.

I know it’s kind of corny, but he really is my best friend. It was hard to understand how that’s real with couples until i found it.

That’s not everything, but those are some highlight points for sure.

#my partner #eeee heheh #my fiancé #It’s wild to be able to bc say that

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cookies-and-chill · 2 years

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• INNOCENT KITTEN •

[part 1] [part 2] [final part]

[cat noir/adrian agreste x fem innocent reader]

[Also kinda plagg x reader]

Fandom: miraculous ladybug

° mild-heavy nsfw °

Warnings : scandalous outfit, profanities, guided masturbation, unrealistic etc. Characters are aged up.

♤: In which adrian agreste makes his innocent girlfriend tryout his hero costume but in the moment, forgot about an crucial information.

Note: This is part one :). you can view part two on the link i have provided by the text "part 2"

"Love, do you want to try my costume?".

The blonde asked, his head resting on your lap as you combed through his soft locks. You looked at him with an head tilt.

"Hmm? Why so sudden?". You asked.

"No reason. Just want to see how you will look in my costume". He replied with an cheeky smile

Adrien had taken a few weeks off his hero job due to plagg's heat. He had already informed ladybug with an convincing lie and told her to protect the city with rena rouge.

The thing about plagg's heat is that, if you transform while the kwami is in his heat, you will also feel its needs. You simply become an libido supply truck. And apparently adrien had fallen an victim once.

So one day, after his transformation, adrian had the sudden urge to take his dick out of his suit and milk himself dry. The urge was so strong that he almost turned into an cum tap.

He jerked himself so many times, but his balls still felt heavy with his cum, as if he hadn't drained an whole liter few seconds ago.

He even pumped himself with an pillow in the dirtiest positions. But the one that gave him the most euphoric orgasms were when he was thinking about you. He even cumed untouched a few times by just thinking about you

His hips jerking in pillow as he imagined your face, staring at him with the most innocent look. His mind resurfacing the memory in which you were liking an vanilla ice cream. Your tongue swirling around the sweet treat.

Oh how he wished you swirled and licked his dick like that ice cream. You smiling at him as some of the ice cream melted from your lips, trailing down your chin. He wished you could get the hint and help him with his boner.

But you were so innocent, which made it difficult to ask you such favors. The last thing he wanted was to explain what an blowjob is and embarrass himself. That day was surely hetic for his dick. The only thing that left his mouth were his whimpers and moans of your name.

He swore to himself that whenever plagg was in his heat, he will never transform into cat noir.

Thankfully when the incident happed he was in his room and nobody was in the mansion except his cook and himself. Other then that he just got an scolding from ladybug when another akuma attack happened.

And one more thing about plagg's heat is that he can control the actions of the person that he had helped transform.

Because of his wave of hormones going berserk, he is more powerful and can control the actions instead of them controling his powers. And the kwami's heat were intense.

So it was kind of his fault that adrian turned into an cum machine because he was partly controlling the males actions.

So yeah, thats the reason he is off duty now and was lazying around in your room. You lived alone and he wanted to give you as much company.

Because off his photoshoots and stuff you both couldn't get time that easily. Today was his lucky day since his photographers were sick and his father was out of country form some conference meeting.

After staying with you for 2 hours. He was starting to get bored. Not of you ofcourse! He just wanted to do something fun. Thats when the costume idea struck his head. He always wanted to see you in his cat noir costume.

Plagg who was flyin around your room, heard what adrian said and came zooming towards you. touching your cheek with his tiny paws.

"Yeah! We can do that!!" Plagg said excitedly. "even i want to see. What you would look like in his hero costume!".

Unknown to the two of them, plagg had another motive. He is in his heat cycle currently and had already told adrian, so it was odd when adrian bought up the request now despite becoming a victim of his heat. Well not that he cares, he was itching for control. So he got more excited at the thought of controlling you.

Controlling your sweet innocent self, wanting to see what kind of reaction would you have to his heat. Ofcourse with your consent which will be granted if you said yes.

Plagg knew that you were an sweet kind girl. You would also give him cheek hugs and extra cheese. But the destruction power in himself wanted to destroy and corroupt your pure soul.

Maybe it was his heat making him think like an lovesick pyscho.

You giggled and and patted plagg's head with your fingertip. "Fine then, but is it really okay?". You asked concerned.

Don't get me wrong. Even you was excited about trying her boyfriend's costume but she couldn't help but to wary of it ancient power but mostly you were excited.

Adrien sat up from your lap and held your hands. "Dont worry (name). Nothing will go wrong. And even if it did. Plagg will handle it and besides even he is excited!". Adrien pointed to the floating kwami who was vigorously nodding his head.

"Yeah i will take care of it". Plagg thought while gulping down an a small portion of his favorite cheese.

You nodded once you were convinced. Adrien flashed an sweet smile towards you and handed his ring to you. He can finally see his beloved wearing his costume.

You wore the ring. It looked pretty on your fingers. "So how do i activate it?". You asked them.

"Just say 'claws out' and you will turn into cat noir like adrien and if you want detransform say 'claws in' and you will be back to normal.

"No you wont.." the kwami thought getting even more excited.

You nodded in understanding "ok then. Im gonna do it now". You took a deep breath. "C-Claws out".

Plagg zoomed into the the ring as an white and green glow surrounded your figure.

Adrien and plagg couldn't wait to see their wishes come true.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb plagg #fanfic #smut #chat noir x reader #adrien agreste x reader

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anime-chick · 5 months

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YYH live action - disappointments and highlights!

disappointments:

off the bat - it's five episodes and the pacing and storylines are squished, but you just have to accept these limitations and embrace this for what it is - MOVING ON

the music - it was generic and had some weird choices and overall didn't feel very cohesive?

hiei's zoomies - the sound effect when he's going fast is a bit cartoony in a bad way

3 times the cgi was noticeably iffy: genkai's younger face, when yusuke and kurama went into the mirror of forlorn hope, the blooms coming out of karasu

skipping over hiei and kurama's backgrounds - this is what made me think this series is more for yyh fan than anyone else, at the very least i would think there would be some exposition about youko kurama or hiei being a thief

bui - he was flat and really just there for hiei to show off his dragon (which isnt a bad reason! but in comparison to karasu, he didn't have much of a personality, even after taking off his armor)

highlights:

fucking everything i loved it askldjhsdfg

SMILE BOMB!!!!

but really - kuwabara's introduction, yusuke's flying drop kick, it perfectly captured their dynamic

kuwabara in general, he was everything i hoped he'd be

the costuming: while there wasn't as much variety in what yusuke and co. wore, there were lots of details that made everyone's clothes stand out (the chains and lining on kuwabara's uniform, yusuke's cropped uniform top, everything hiei wore to the buckled strap for his sword in the back, kurama's magenta uniform with the gold lining that IS NOT his school uniform but just - something he wears i guess?? which makes it even more insane and i love that)

THE FIGHT SCENES, they put so much effort into each fight and you can tell and it makes the show stand out SO MUCH in comparison to other live action adaptations

the way they, despite having to condense so much of the story, managed to tell a very interesting and entertaining twist to the story without losing too much

hiei and kuwabara arguing - hiei going out of his way to tell kuwabara to get away from yukina <- i'm still laughing

speaking of - THE HUMOR, it was serious! it was funny! it did a great job of balancing out the two

the dynamic of the group is just like in the anime/manga (though we didn't get as much of them interacting as i'd like, we got some and i enjoyed every bit of it!)

karasu. he was creepy. he was gay. his eyeliner was sharp. his attacks looked awesome. his fight lived up to his anime counterpart

the toguro brothers. while we didn't get as much of a lead up, they were perfect. older toguro was straight out of a horror movie. younger toguro managed to be complex and not just a big muscular villain. there was depth to him that felt very authentic.

hiei diving off the tower, i really enjoyed seeing his demonic abilities on display (though where were his fire powers???)

YOUKO KURAMA. i was so worried he'd look terrible in live action but he was just pretty and fluffy and aslkdjhsdfg

hiei and yukina's reunion. awkward. sincere. sweet. sad. the fact that hiei was surprised yukina even spoke to him. i wanna squish the two of them

everyone was beat to hell, their clothes were crunchy and gritty and i like that no one was left 'pristine' like in so many other shows - these boys got nasty

everything honestly just everything i watched the entire five episodes grinning and having a blast

controversial opinion:

i like kurama's wig. i said it. yeah. i do.

#yu yu hakusho #chit chat #hiei #kurama #yusuke urameshi #kazuma kuwabara #theres so much i wanna highlight but im just askdjhvslfjkghasdgd

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Marc Spector x Platonic! Reader, Steven Grant x Platonic! Reader, Jake Lockley x Platonic!Reader

Reader is gender neutral

Summary: After a huge argument between you and Marc, you two go without speaking for weeks. Until one day, the Moon system is missing and you go out looking for them to bring them back and apologize.

Note: Inspired by The Last of Us >:) also its more Marc x teen!reader tbh

Word count: 8,357 (gaahd daaamn)

Warning: ANGST, death, graphic, mentions of suicide

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Standing above your city, you looked down at the passing small cars and pedestrians. Each of them had their own story, and you wondered how they were doing. If they were going through what you were going through.

Each thought brought you closer to the edge of the abyss than you were already. The wind tried to blow you back as if to save you from your actions.

However, why should you be saved? Your parents were killed by a villain, and you spent your entire life trying to make them happy. But they had vanished, as had your motivation. You had no one else to love you the way they did.

You missed them so dearly that all you wanted to do was go and see them.

After reaching an acceptance, you lifted your foot off the cement, ready to free fall into peace.

“Are you alright?” You heard a man's voice come from behind you.

You turn around to see the same man dressed entirely in white. He was wrapped in cloth and wore what appeared to be body armor on parts of his body. A golden crest adorned the center of his chest. In addition to his costume, his mask featured two white glowing orbs.

“If I was, I wouldn’t be thinking about jumping off,” you say. He nods, admitting his obvious question.

Without much thought, you look back to the edge and lift your foot up once again.

He extends his hand immediately as a deterrent to you continuing. "Wait, I know you might feel like there's nothing else to live for; believe me, I've felt that way before. But how will you know that the finish line was a better end if you just stop here?"

You keep quiet and just observe him. The wind howls, as if to say, take his hand and listen to what this man has to say. It wasn't what he said that made you reconsider, but rather how he attempted to save you. Why you?

You step off the ledge and take a step toward him. You can see him almost breathe out in relief.

His mask vanishes, and you are startled before seeing a man with dark brown curly hair and tanned skin. He appears firm, but his eyes convey kindness.

You reach out to him and take his hand in yours.

—-----

It was the middle of winter and spring four years later. The cold and plush feel of the sheets was incredible. The blanket on top of them kept you close and let you know you were safe.

However, a masculine voice broke all that peace. A well-known one at that.

“Hey, wake up”

The sound of metal rubbing against metal indicated that the curtains were being pulled apart, signaling the end of your comfort. You drew the blanket up to shield your face from the sun's rays.

It was immediately pulled down, and your body balled into a fetal position as the winter cold engulfed you. As you slowly opened your eyes, you noticed Marc holding your blanket away from you. As the drowsiness faded, you reached out an arm to reclaim it, but he yanked it away.

"I know the bed is comfortable, but it's time to go, kid." Marc draped the blanket over the bedframe. He then exited the small room and entered the main part of the apartment.

You sat up slowly, your bones cracking as you did so. You looked out the window, blinking away the sleepiness, to see the day was sunny but cold.

Groaning, you stood up and walked out of your room. You slowly shuffled towards Gus’s tank, grabbing the small plastic can of fish food.

“Already fed them,” a chipper voice was heard.

Looking through the fish tank to the kitchen, you noticed Steven preparing something on the stove. Giving a quick hum, you placed the food back on top of the tank.

“Morning to you, Gus," you said as you lightly tapped the glass of the tank.

You walked to the kitchen to catch a scent of what Steven was cooking.

"Good morning, you three." You sat at the table, awaiting breakfast.

Steven approached you, carrying a plate of vegan sausage and eggs with toast. "Eat up, you and Marc are-”

"Are we going to patrol again? But it's light out and people are walking around," you said as you picked up a piece of vegan meat from the plate with a fork.

"The guys who were trying to catch only happen to come out during the day. So you'll be bait," Marc clarified as he sat down and started eating from his plate.

“Like always,” You grumbled

You guys continued to eat your breakfast before getting ready to start your days.

—

You tried looking for the location that Marc mentioned earlier for today's small mission while walking side by side through the streets of London. Even though it was later, the cold was still with you two, so you wore two layers of clothing.

Shivering, you pulled the collar of your hoodie up to your chin to get warmth. “So who is it we’re trying to stop?”

"A group has been kidnapping people for human trafficking," Marc says before motioning to a table with two seats in front of a cafe.

You two sat at the table, puzzled as to why you were there.

"That's bad. And a coffee break?" As you leaned back in your chair, you said

Marc shakes his head and motions to a building under construction. It was surrounded by a green fence and a large tarp sign with the name of the construction company.

"That's where they're meeting; for now, we'll just wait for them to turn up." Marc reclines in his metal chair.

A waitress approaches and starts asking about your orders. Marc takes the lead as he examines the menu. Meanwhile, you're too preoccupied with looking behind Marc.

Behind him was a table filled with students your age. Each of them had a drink in front of them, and one of them appeared to make a joke based on the way everyone began to laugh.

You couldn't help but be envious of the scene. You were young but mature enough to attend college. However, you were unable to attend one due to a number of factors. As a result, you found it difficult to make friends or socialize with people your own age. Instead, you were with Marc, fighting bad guys.

A voice sounding muffled slowly became clear and snapped you back into reality, “Y/N”

Blinking in realization, you saw Marc and the waitress staring at you, waiting.

"What do you want, kid?" Marc inquired, sounding less annoyed and more patient.

"Oh, I'll just get some matcha tea." You looked up at the waitress for confirmation, and she nodded and walked away.

You two sat in silence, your gaze fixed on the group. Marc noticed as well after following your eyes.

“Anything on your mind?” He turned back to you.

You slightly jumped at how Marc was able to notice you in deep thought, “Nothing really…..actually there is something I’ve been meaning to ask you”

Marc raised a brow and asked, “What is it?”

You shrank, not expecting to be able to speak, and said, "Uh, so I was wondering if I could go back to school..."

Marc stared at you and said, “College?”

You nodded, and the waitress returned with your drinks before you could explain further. You two exchanged an awkward smile before she asked if that was all. She returned to the cafe with just a nod from you two.

“How long have you been thinking about it?” Marc questions that once you two are alone again,

"For a while now," you cross your arms and lean back, your gaze fixed on the road and passing cars.the street and passing cars. "I was thinking I could fit it in on days when you don't need me and I'm stuck at home all day."

You say the last part with annoyance, which Marc notices.

Marc sighs, “Y/N…”

"I know you say that being out in public makes it easy for bad people to find me, but I guarantee you that I can handle myself." You put your elbows on the table to get closer to Marc so he can listen better.

“Y/N”

“I won’t get too many classes!”

“Y/N”

"I'll even stay late to patrol with you guys, and-"

“No!” Marc raises his voice.

You don't mind that a few people in the cafe are now staring at you two. You look down at your untouched cup of matcha, angry rather than sad. Marc sighs, running his hand through his hair.

"We can't risk problems like that; college might make things worse, and you won't be able to handle it on your own if something goes wrong," Marc declares.

You remain silent and stare down at your cup. Marc looks at you, his lips pursed in guilt. He tries to think of ways to break the tension, but nothing comes to mind.

A few cars speed up but then slow down to turn around in front of the previous building. Two men enter and take a look around before closing the gate to the entrance.

"Are you ready to go?" Marc casts a glance your way, but you avoid his sights.

"Please, just—... We'll finish this job and then talk about college, okay?" Marc nearly begged.

Looking back up, you made eye contact, thinking about it before nodding, “Okay”

—

After going over the plan again, you were sent to speak to the group. A few men stood guard by the gate, watching you as you approached. "Hey, I believe I was told to come here?" You looked around and pointed to your phone.

"Another way she's getting people in?" one of the men asks the other.

"She?" You thought to yourself, "This is the first time I hear a girl is leading shit."

“Yeah, follow us” the man finally says and the gate opens, letting you two in.

You look behind you to see if Marc is nearby, but he isn't. You already know he's hiding and trust that he'll be there every step of the way, but being alone for this part is terrifying.

They lead you to the first floor of the unfinished structure. Because it isn't built, the walls aren't there, allowing the wind to blow inside. It is detrimental to your body's temperature.

Looking around, there are a few wooden tables with guns on top of them. It was clear that the group didn't care that it was out in the open.

When they notice you looking at the weapons, they zip tie your hands together without a warning. You struggle to pull your hands apart. The friction you create against the plastic causes your wrist to burn.

“What the fuck?! Get these off!” You give your best acting.

"Shut up, you guys always yell too loud and it's making me deaf," grunts the man. "Let her know that we have another one."

A man nods and walks away. The man walks towards you, pulling a chair to himself and sitting on it backwards.

“Well get comfortable, because it’ll be the-“

"Will this be the last time?" You scoff, shaking your head. You didn't care if it messed up the plan; you were still irritated with Marc.

"You guys just don't know how to make conversation." you moan

"Looks like you're not scared anymore," the man says with a small laugh. "Can you tell me your name, kid?"

"Ew, don't call me a kid, and why does it matter what my name is? You're just going to change it, or however human trafficking works."

This time, the man laugh loudly, "Human trafficking?! That has nothing to do with what we plan to do."

A group walks in on cue, and a woman holds a long object wrapped in cloth. “We found it! Call Vanessa!”

You take a look around and notice how pleased everyone is with the info they have got. You're curious on what everyone is so excited about. Another woman walks in, her ginger hair tied in a tight ponytail. She's dressed in a dark green tank top, cargo pants, and combat boots. The thing is, she's your age.

At this point, it is obvious who is the leader of the whole situation and who they call Vanessa.

She walks by and glances at you and asks, “How many do we have now?”

“About 14, you think that’s enough?” The man from before stands up from the chair.

“We’ll see” Vanessa grabs the object and begins to unwrap it.

You concentrate on the mystery item because some of the colors show through each time the cloth is unwrapped. Your eyes then widen with each repetition.

Unwrapped, Vanessa holds up a cane. A cane with a crocodile head on top.

You recall Steven telling you about a fight he and Marc had with a man named Harrow. With the assistance of a goddess named Ammit, he used a cane similar to the one now in use to murder people.

Marc assured you that it had been destroyed and that you were safe, but are you still safe?

The way the two explained the power it possessed scared you. Jake, on the other hand, terrified you with his explanation of the world's future if it returned.

“Bring them to me, we’ll test it out” Vanessa says as she grips the cane.

You blink and realize what is about to happen. Two men lift you up and drag you towards Vanessa.

“Get off!” You try to get away from their grip but they tighten their hold. You search up and around the place, hoping Marc or Steven is there.

Vanessa brings the top of the cane towards your face. You move your head back to escape, but Vanessa keeps drawing it closer.

Marc nor Steven nor Jake were seen. Since they were taking long, you acted on your own.

You use your right hand to pull out the pocket knife you're carrying. You take out the blade and force it through the loop of the zip tie on the plastic. With your hands free, you flip the knife around and aim it at one of the guys' thigh. You slam it into their femur, eliciting a scream from the man.

Both men lose their grip and you stand up, swinging the knife at the other man’s throat. As they back away, more come.

Vanessa glares at you before she tries to use the cane. It starts to glow and you back up into a corner. Theres nowhere to go as the rest of the group surrounds you.

Before Vanessa could send you flying, Marc comes in and side-kicks her down. The cane clatters to the floor and skids across the room.

She lifts herself up and looks at Marc with hatred, "Its you"

Looking at Marc in his suit, he swings left and right at the men. A few members of the group appear from behind you while he is busy. You duck the punches with your knife in hand and target specific areas of their body with the blade.

With the last one dropping to the floor, you catch your breath and look over to see Marc still fighting. To your right is a woman shooting at him but of course not working. Still, it is throwing Marc off course as he fights.

You rush up to her, wrapping your arm around her neck and stabbing her in the stomach. As her body falls limp, she drops the gun to the floor.

Marc notices and finishes off the last man before walking to you.

“Let’s go” He says harshly

“They have the cane, we could get it back” You gesture to where the cane is.

“Let’s go!”

You both go quiet as you hear a loud buzzing sound. As if something is powering up. Turning around, you see Vanessa pointing the cane towards you two, a purple light glowing brighter and brighter.

Not hesitating, Marc picks you up before running out of the building and flies off the ground. A blast passes you two just missing by a bit.

Vanessa glares at you two as you make a break for it.

“Get more ready” she commands the last of her team standing, “He’s going to come back for this”

She holds the cane tightly in her hand, the metal crocodile shining from its polished material.

——

Marc set you down at the apartment after you kicked and squirmed in his grasp. His suit vanished, and he began to walk away from you, hands on his hips, looking down.

"I told you to stick to the plan," he said, his voice deep within his throat. You can almost feel the lingering anger from it.

"I did, but as you saw back there, I was almost killed!" you scrunch up your face as you set your sweater down and sit on the couch. "And I did just fine on my own," you crossed your arms and turned your gaze away from him.

"Really?" he scoffs, "Because it looked like you were being cornered back there, with what? A knife?" He mocked

You try to get a word in but right now Marc is blowing up, “You straight up ignored what I asked of you and almost got yourself killed!”

“But I didn’t,” you say firmly, looking straight into his eyes.

Marc bites his cheek and shakes his head, “You can forget about college”

“What?!” You stand up from the couch.

"You heard me, if I can't trust you to follow a simple plan, how can I trust you to go somewhere as simple as class?"

"Oh, so just because I decided to stand up for myself, you don’t trust me anymore?”

You raised your eyebrows at him, and you both glared at each other. Steven could feel the tension rising and knew things were about to get out of hand. He made the decision to take control of the body right away.

Marc’s composure became timid and soft, and you knew why. Looking up at Steven, he gave a small, one sided smile.

“How about we cool off shall we?” He patted you on the shoulder and began to walk to the kitchen, “Ill make us lunch alright? How does that sound?”

He turned to you with a grin but you stared down to the floor and mumbled, “Im not hungry”

From there, you marched up to your room and shut the door.

“You two could have just talked it through,” Steven sighed.

Jake hummed in response, while Marc stayed quiet.

“You guys might not be related but you sure act like father and daughter”

You sat on your bed, your gaze fixed on the wall across from you. There were a few posters and wall decorations, such as shelves with figurines, but directly across from you was a picture of you and Marc at a lake. Jake was cooking kebabs on the grill in the picture next to it. Another picture of you with Steven and Layla.

Just one mistake, and now you've lost the chance to get a normal sense of life. Lost the ability to make friends. Lost the ability to experience so many things all together.

As your thoughts ate you up, you felt a burst of wind. Soon after Khonshu was sitting at your desk that was in the corner of your room. He held his staff and looked at you, waiting for you to acknowledge his presence.

“Why are you here?” You said annoyed.

“I came to see if you might have been climbing through the window again.” He set the staff down, making it lean on the wall.

“You know about me sneaking out?”

“Yes, but don’t worry, I haven’t told your three fathers out there.” He slightly chuckled.

Your face scrunched up, “Don’t say that, you’ll probably jinx it”

After that, there was silence, and Khonshu exhaled, "They're just trying to protect you, especially Marc." They all do care about you”

“If they did care about me, they wouldn’t keep me locked up here,” you say, looking over to the window, seeing how it's still sunny out there.

Khonshu hesitates before continuing “...I know I shouldn’t say this but the reason why he has been keeping you safe is because he sees his younger brother in you”

“He has a brother?”

“Had” he clarifies.

"Marc blames himself for his death and never forgave himself, despite the fact that he was only a child," Khonshu continues. "Perhaps that's why he wants to protect you and heal that wound."

You wrapped your head around what he said and only got angrier, “...So the real reason he kept me around was to use me as some kind of therapy?”

Khonshu paused, “That isnt’t what I said”

“Well thats what it sounds like” you laugh and run your hands through your hair. You stand up from your bed and grab your other hoodie from your dresser and walk to the window.

“Where are you going?” Khonshu stands up, grabbing his staff in the process.

“Just– leave me alone” After you open the window and climb out onto the fire escape.

You descend the escape and walk to the place where you go to be alone. It’s a 20 minute walk from the flat but it’s worth it. It is an abandoned building with a stable flight of stairs leading to an open area with views of London. You walk over to the edge and sit, allowing your legs to dangle. Normally, you do this at night, but because the sun is shining, all you can do is stare at the sky and think.

As night falls, you can hear heavy footsteps ascending. When you turn your head, you see Marc in his white suit. His mask falls away, and you can see a sense of relief wash over him. His chest heaves as if he's just flown all over town looking for you. That he did.

You begin to stand up and he rushes towards you. He examines your face to see if your fine and then brings you into a hug.

“What the hell, you don’t just run off like that without telling me or sending me a text” he breathes out.

It would have been nice, but remembering what Khonshu said makes the embrace seem insincere. He was hugging his brother instead of you. You push him away, and he is taken aback but maintains his distance.

“Im tired, and I just want an explanation…” you finally say

Marc nods and asks, “Is it about college? Is that why you left?”

"Part of it” You breathe out, "But that’s not what I wanted to talk about”

“Then what is it?”

You take a moment to find the words but they aren’t hard to find. This makes Marc nervous though.

“Why did you save me?”

It went quiet, Marc looked at you confused, “What?”

“Back when we met, I was going to jump off that building, but you came and talked me out of it.” You hold your ground as you stare at him.

Marc stays quiet and you take that chance to continue talking, “I was supposed to die that day, I already had no plans for my life so I was ready. Instead, you came and saved me, why?”

“…I couldn’t just let you throw your life like that“

You scoffed, “Then tell me it was for me and not your brother”

Marc’s eyes widened and his jaw clenched, “Khonshu told you about my brother?”

You nodded, “So that’s why you saved me? To get closure or something?”

“No, Y/N I-“

“Then what?! Why was I so different that you had to save me?!” you said impatiently.

This time, you shoved him back. He stumbled but stayed on his feet.

“I’m now stuck here dealing with the bad part of the world again! I can’t even make friends because you think I’ll get hurt! And I have to live with hiding from everyone and everything, because of you!”

You try to shove him again, but Marc grabs your hands and pulls them away from you. He was hurt, but discovering the cane was back and failing to stop it was drowning it out. He didn't mean to say what he was about to say.

"Well, I couldn't just let you jump off and end up being a flat piece of meat! What?! Did you want to be another name on the list of people who couldn't deal with life anymore?!"

Taken aback, you step back. Marc notices what he said and closes his eyes in regret, “Kid, I didn’t mean to say that”

“…I should have jumped off faster,” you finally say, “I wish we had never fucking met”

Marc's lips part slightly and only stares at you. He forgets about earlier today and is only focused on you. How there are tears falling from your eyes when they only come out when you two are watching a sad movie. How you are angry when that only happens when you lose at Mario Kart. All these innocent reasons were out of the picture because he had said something he shouldn’t have.

“Y/N..” he reaches out to you but you slap his hand away.

"Don't fucking touch me," your words sting and tense Marc.

You walk past him and walk down the stairs, wiping all the tears with the sleeve of your sweater. Meanwhile Marc stays frozen in the same spot.

It’s been two weeks since your argument with Marc. Steven and Jake have taken turns in taking care of you since Marc decided to go AWOL.

He didn't do it because he wanted to; he did it because he knew you despised him. Despised him for never telling you the whole truth about your saving. But most importantly, for insulting your feelings.

The real reason you were angry with him wasn’t that he saved you. It was because he didn’t save you for you.

You were actually angry with him the first week. You didn't want to deal with him. You purposefully ignored him for the first week, only calling out to the other alters. When this happened, Steven and Jake felt terrible and looked at Marc, who only hid.

However, by the second week, all of that rage had vanished. You were no longer angry with him; instead, you missed him. You wanted to apologize, but you assumed he despised you because of the harsh words you used.

It was now raining and cold. It was like Mother Nature knew you were feeling gloomy and wanted to make it worse. You climbed out of bed and looked outside to the storm that was passing through. You frowned and turned to the door of your room.

You peeked to what was the rest of the apartment. It was quiet with only the bubbles from the fish tank bubbling and the rain hitting the roof. The boys weren’t here which left only you in the flat. You walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge to see if there was anything to eat.

Failing to do so, you shut the fridge door and turned to see a yellow lined sheet of paper on the dining table.

Taking a closer look, it looked like Marc’s handwriting.

Knowing it was from him reminded you again of how much you missed him and his company. You were regretting ever trying to argue with him. If you hadn’t, he would have shared breakfast time with you like every other morning.

Hey, we went to find the cane. Well, be right back. Steven made some vegan stuff and left it on the stove. Please eat.

Even though it was just writing, you can tell Marc was hesitant in starting the note and felt like he was on thin ice. He was probably convinced by the other two to write.

It is delicious! I recommend heating on the stove instead of microwaving. Eat! You need strength! Also, we have news for you when we come back :)

You smiled at how Steven was so cheerful. You were honestly excited about what they had to say. Hopefully it meant you and Marc can stop going through silent treatment.

Cuídate mija, don’t open the door for anyone. My card is on the bed if you don’t want to eat Steven's cooking ;)

You almost laughed knowing it was Jake, he always loved bullying the other two. Getting to the last part, you notice how it switched to Marc’s handwriting again.

We’ll be back soon.

Love From,

Marc, Steven, and Jake

You stared at how the word "love" was crossed out and wondered if Marc was the one who thought of it or if the others did. Either way, it moved you and you felt even worse about yelling at Marc.

You fold the note and put in the pocket of your sweatpants. Going to the fridge, you grab the pot of pasta and walk over to the stove. You heat it over the flame and wait for it boil.

In the meantime, you return to your room. You stoop to the level of your bed and place your hand beneath it. You move your hand around mindlessly until it comes into contact with a small box.

Pulling it out, you open it two see two blunts with a lighter inside. Once you take out both the lighter and a blunt, you make your way to the nearest window.

Taking a look at the lighter, you examine the almost peeling moon sticker on it. It was from a sheet that you saw at the market when you went with Marc for groceries a while back

You slipped it into the basket before he noticed it in the line. All he did was simply look at it and give a small chuckle, glancing at you before putting it with the rest of the items.

You smiled as you inserted the blunt between your teeth and lit the end with your lighter. You inhaled deeply and exhaled the smoke out the window and into the world. Notifying everyone who passes by that you are high at the moment.

The soothing patter of the rain put you in a pondering state. Wondering if you can handle another two months of not speaking to Marc again.

Actually you couldn’t, and you didn’t want to.

You didn’t want to give him the silent treatment anymore and you wanted to apologize. Apologize for not having a civil conversation which turned to a yelling battle.

You thought of the choice of words for Marc and how to repay him for the damage that was done.

Letting out another breath of smoke, you came to a closing.

“Hope you aren’t angry with me” you sigh and put out the blunt.

—————

A Few Hours Earlier

—————

In his Moon Knight suit, Marc was jumping from building to building trying to find the new hiding spot of the group. The storm made it almost difficult to see any suspicious buildings in sight. However, they weren’t even in his mind right now.

“Mate, I think it’s time to talk about Y/N”

“Yes, I think you two should talk when we come back”

“I know,” Marc continued staring straight ahead, “I just don’t know how to apologize. They probably hate me”

“They don’t hate you, they idolize you”

“They do?”

“Of course, that move they did back at the hideout was yours. They have been watching you anytime you go and fight”

Marc maintains his silence but can't help but smile. This time it hits him how much he misses you as well. He misses being able to tell you about his day. Your movie nights and Nintendo tournaments. For you, he’ll do anything to make it up to you.

“…I’ll talk to them when we’re done with this,” he says.

Steven and Jake smile, “Then let’s get this done quickly”

Marc continues running on top of the roofs until he stops and sees a building with purple flowing out of the windows.

“That’s them”

Marc stands on the edge of a nearby building and examines each room, trying to find where the so called Vannessa is at.

“There”

Marc looks over to one window and sees Vanessa talking to some group members. In another window he can see the cane on a table unprotected.

Marc gets off the building and jumps into one of the windows closest to the cane. With the breaking of glass, everyone in the building is now alerted but Marc can take them.

That is until he feels his power begin to leak out of his body. Confused he looks to his hands and sees how his suit is starting to disappear to where soon he is just in his casual clothes. Looking around, he sees the group corner him with guns drawn. He doesn’t move a muscle and only raises his hands up to show surrender. Soon Vanessa makes her way in and stares at Marc.

"I don't have a good feeling about this"

“Took you long enough. Got lost?” She said snarkily, “Oh wait, I forgot you're an ex-marine right?”

She then looks over to one of the men and gestures her head to Marc, “In the leg”

Before Marc can understand, a shotgun is loaded, soon aimed, and a bullet is fired at his thigh. Marc lets out a scream of pain and drops to his knees, holding the wound. Two men rush in and hold him against the wall.

"Marc!"

"Let me take control!"

Marc tries to get out of their grip, but with the pain in his leg throbbing, he feels his senses leaving.

Vanessa makes her way to him and crouches down to his level, looking into his eyes.

“To cut it quick, remember how that red witch controlled that small town? Well it turns out she had a barrier going on, so I said why not I do it too. Point A you crossed and point B you are now powerless and,”

Vanessa takes out a blade and lodges it into Marc’s other thigh, which causes him to groan in pain, but he continues to look at her.

“Mortal. Oh, and I know about your weird alter, Jack? Jake? I don’t fucking know, but I know he’s a pain in the ass but with no mobility, he’s nothing”

"Hija del reputa madre"

Marc glares at her and stays quiet.

“Aren’t you wondering why I’m being a bitch to you?”

“Well when you see a bitch you’ll expect them to be a bitch” Marc remarks which causes Vanessa to land a punch on his face.

“Funny. You’re not going to be laughing soon. Do you know who I am?”

Marc huffs and just shrugs, “Why don’t you just tell me and get this over with”

Vanessa lands him another punch and this time Marc is now bleeding from his nose.

“Switzerland. You were there looking for the scarab, and my father,” Vanessa stabs Marc once again in the thigh, “was there and you killed him. For what? For trying to make the world a better place?”

Marc doesn’t say anything but just glares at her. Vanessa scoffs and gets up, walking to another table.

“Tourniquet his legs” is all she says before grabbing a bat. A woman does what she says and ties a rope above Marc’s wound.

Everyone watches Vanessa’s moves, awaiting for next command. She turns to him and winds her elbow back before landing a blow to Marc's head.

——

The rain was still going, which is what lulled you into sleep. You were laying on the couch with an arm covering half your face. The blunt might have also been part of the equation in your slumber.

The coffee table was a mess before but now an even bigger mess with the bowl of food that Steven made being on there with the fork inside. Next to it was your ashtray which had what was left of your blunt.

You felt at peace before you heard urgent knocking at the door. Slowly opening your eyes, you sit up and hear your bones crack from being asleep.

Walking over to the door, you check the peephole and see Layla still knocking.

You open the door, and Layla looks at you a tad disappointed, "Hey, what’s up?”

“Can I come in? It’s urgent” She points to the inside of the apartment which you nod and let her in.

“Jesus, was that you?” Layla coughs and waves her hand to get the smoke that fills the room away.

“Uh, maybe. Anyway, what happened? You’re never this freaked out”

Layla bites her cheek, “Have you heard from Marc? Steven? Jake? Any of them?”

You blink, “Not as of lately, all I got was a note from them saying they were going to find the cane”

“Yeah, the last text I got was him saying he found the hideout, but I haven’t gotten a response.” Layla pulls out her phone.

She shows you the last message from him, which was about 5 hours ago. Usually Marc would need less than that to complete a job.

“Maybe things got heavy, they’re probably on their way now.” You try to reason, but in reality, you begin to worry.

“If they were, I would be able to see their location but it’s off. I have a bad feeling something might have happened” Layla's face is tense and she doesn't appear to be able to relax.

Usually Layla was the one who was the calmest amongst the trio. So whatever it was that happened must be bad.

“What do we do?” You cross your arms.

Layla fidgets with her wedding ring as she looks down, “I-I don’t know”

All you do is stare at Layla and try to think. The boys were always the brains in this sort of thing, all you did was follow. What would they do?

You can probably retrace your steps, but again, you have been missing out on all the meetings ever since you claimed your hatred for the side missions.

A blast of wind comes and blows away all the pages that were on the coffee table. You and Layla turn to the noise and see Khonshu. However, he looks rough and stressed. Having both of the ofthe group who always calm now stressed was odd and almost a bad omen. He doesn’t waste any time before he starts.

“They’re in trouble, the group created a barrier which caused me to unlatch from them”

“What?” You say with disbelief.

“There’s no time! They are in grave danger and need help!”He bangs his staff on the ground to get the message across.

You feel your heart begin to beat rapidly. You’re almost frozen by the news that they're in danger. They have saved you countless of times so it would make sense to repay the debt.

“Take me,” you say and Layla looks at you shocked.

She grabs onto your shoulders, “Y/N, no. We have to go together, we don’t know what they are capable of”

“I can handle it on my own,” you say before removing her hands and holding them, “I’ll be fine, I’ll send you the address and you can meet us there”

You begin to walk to Khonshu which he does not hesitate to give you your own powers temporarily. You are quickly enveloped in a similar suit of the Moon Knight’s. If it was a normal situation, you would have gloated but today was different.

“Wait Y/N!” Layla calls out but you are gone. She looks around to think before she calls for an old friend.

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All you can do is keep running, jumping from building to building. Nothing else is on your mind but the three men who have been by your side for the past few years.

“It’s right there!” Khonshu called out.

You looked down and see a building with a purple glow coming from inside the windows before it leaves. That must have been the barrier that was made to stop Marc and the others from having Khonshu by their side.

Khonshu immediately takes you to the building's entrance. It doesn’t take you long before you burst through the doors. The suit disappearing at the same time. You don’t let Khonshu explain to you how many there are or what they are capable of doing. All you want is to see Marc again and apologize for everything you've said. How you are glad that you met him.

You look around the first floor quickly to find signs of one of the boys being there but they aren’t. Rushing up the flight of stairs you find an open space with a few tables of a few weapons. You walk to one and grab a pistol. You check for bullets which thankfully it has a few.

You never learned to handle one before which leads you to grabbing a knife from there too. Once you look over your weapons, you hear a large thud coming from upstairs and grunting.

“Marc” You breath out and sprint up the stairs.

All that adrenaline begins to spread through your body. That is until you get to the top of the stairs.

The scene is horrifying. Your eyes widen and you feel the world go quiet, only your heartbeat can be heard banging through your ears. At first you thought it was your pulse going crazy.

Thud

It was just your pulse.

Thud

It was your pulse, thats what you kept telling yourself.

Thud

Marc received another blow to the head. He was helpless. He could only lie on his stomach and let blood drain from his nose and mouth. His left eye was purple and swollen. Red had now stained his dark brown curls.

All of this pain inflicting on him was coming from the red haired woman. Vanessa.

You're enraged, and you swear you see red. You point the gun at her, ready to fire, when one of the members notices you and tries to take the gun from you. You two fall to the ground while attempting, causing the gun to skid across the floor. You pull out your knife before he can get up. You swing it at the man horizontally. Making a cut at his neck.

Unfortunately, it is not deep enough.

When the other two members notice your presence, they tackle you. You try to push them off with all your strength, but they pin your arms behind your back. Their weight crushes you, causing your cheek to collide with the cold floor.

“Get the fuck off me!” You yell out.

The man who you cut wipes the blood off and glares at you. He immediately rushes to you and begins to kick you in your stomach, calling you a ‘bitch’. Before he can do more damage, another member holds him back.

“Hey! Hey! Thats enough!” Says the man as he tries to keep his friend from beating you.

You don’t care about the man though. All your attention is on the redhead. You have never felt so much anger as you do right now.

“You’re going to fucking die!” You growl.

She looks at you and cocks her head to the side, “It’s you from before”

You continue to glare at her before two other people come in. One man and one woman, they look at the scene before continuing on with Vanessa.

“Who’s that?” The man points at you.

The woman then adds, “How are they here? Why weren’t you on watch?”

The one with the cut on his neck yells, “I didn’t know he’d bring someone else!”

“Well thats enough, it won’t take long until people report a noise complaint” the man looks at Vannessa.

“You want what I want, right?” She grips the base of the bat as she stares at the man.

The man stays quiet and just says, “End it. Now”

Realizing what they said, you stop resisting and look over to Marc’s body. You look at him with pleading eyes and beg, “Guys, get up. Get up!”

Even though they are badly hurt, you can see the small shift between Steven and Jake. Jake, who tries to move but fails. Steven, who tries to reach out to you but can’t.

They soon give control to Marc. He tries his best to open his eyes and looks over at you. He mumbles your name, you’re the only thing he focuses on once again.

“Marc, fucking get up!” Your voice cracks.

You look back at Vanessa and now beg, “Please stop!”

She ignores you and winds her arm back, having a tight grip on the bat.

“Please don’t do this…” you sob, “Marc, please get up!”

Vanessa then brings the bat down and smashes it against Marc’s skull. Blood spilling more than there was.

“Nooo!” You yell out feeling your throat burn from forcing your vocal cords.

You sob as you stare at Marc’s lifeless body. The man who loved and protected you was no longer here. He was gone.

One of the members walk up to his body and spit on him, wishing him to be in hell. That same anger from before comes back up and you try to get up.

“I'll fucking kill you!” You keep repeating to them.

The members of the group began debating whether or not to kill you. However, as you stare at Marc, all of their voices become muffled. Your gaze then shifts to Vanessa, who drops the bat and turns to face you.

You remember her features. In fact, all of their features. Memorize them so they don't believe they are free. Keep them close by memorizing them. Remember them for Marc. Remember them for Steven. Remember them for Jake. It's for them.

You breathe heavily before one member comes to you and kicks you in the head to knock you out.

“Y/N” Layla softly calls out to you, shaking your body awake.

She is wearing her suit given to her by Tawaret. She was too late though.

You open your eyes slowly and mumble, “Are they…”

Layla looks down and nods, “I’m sorry”

Back at the apartment, you stayed sitting on their bed. What once used to be their bed. The sheets are still undone and you can still see where their head lay. They would have done the bed by now. There would be food being cooked right now. Instead, it was their funeral.

You fidget with the Star of David necklace that used to be theirs. Looking at it, remembering how it sat around their neck.

A knock comes from the door but you don’t try to get up. Usually it was one of them knocking, usually because they forgot their keys or wallet. But they aren’t here. The door didn’t matter.

It opens, and you can hear hesitant steps approaching you. Layla can be recognised by her heels clicking on the wooden floors. "Are you ready?" she asks, holding both hands over her stomach as she turns to face you.

Her voice is almost a whisper. She must have been crying all night.

“Yeah…” You look up at her and see you were right.

Her eyes were red and her face tear stained. Yet she tried to keep her composure for you. She wore a black slim dress with black heels. Her hair was tied in a low ponytail.

For you, all you had on was a black jacket, shirt, and jeans with black boots.

You two made your way outside the building to a taxi. Layla spoke to the driver while you remained silent and gazed out the window. You were numb because the world seemed numb to you.

Soon enough you got to the cemetery and saw a few people there. Not family but more of colleagues from his Egyptian work it seemed. You and Layla stayed close to his grave, watching as his coffin lowered inside. All you could do was think about his beaten face inside that coffin.

Once buried, everyone quickly left except you. You remained motionless, staring at the tombstone. You got down on your knees, grabbed a small pebble, and placed it on top of the stone, following a Jewish tradition you'd learned beforehand.

“I'm so sorry, I should have said that earlier. If only I did” you croaked.

After bidding farewell to last guests, Layla walked up behind you and put a hand on your shoulder, “When your ready”

"Um, I'll catch up to you. I just need more time," you say, looking up at her.

Layla gives a tight smile and nods, “Okay." She walks away, her steps fading away.

You breath out, seeing your breath in the cold. Your fingers were frozen but you didn’t care. As expected, you feel the wind pass by you. Knowing who it was, you didn’t bother in looking up.

“I am sorry for your loss, Y/N” Khonshu gently says.

You don’t say anything and continue to stare at Marc’s carved name on the tombstone. Khonshu doesn’t find it surprising and understands.

He thinks before he says, “As you humans say, they are no longer suffering here-”

“I want to go look for them.” You don’t look up at him when you say it. You grab a handful of dirt from the ground and slowly release it back down.

Khonshu, surprised, responds, "It's dangerous, they wouldn't want you to go alone"

"I know they wouldn't want me to, but I want to. Are you going to help me?" You take a step forward and look at him. He looks into your eyes and sees the revenge burning within your irises.

He stays quiet, which you take as a no. “Fine, I’ll do it by myself”

You clench your fist and look down at the grave. Marc's death plays over and over in your mind. Each face flashes through your mind, and you consider how each one aided in his death. How you begged them to stop.

“I’m going to kill, every last one of them”

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Anyways, wasn't that cool? :D

Also, I know the argument between the reader and Marc was dumb but you try coming up with an argument that isn't cliche or one that would be reasonable for you to get mad at. It was for the plot is what I'm trying to say.

If yall want me to write a happy ending to it let me know or don't idk

#marc spector x reader #marvel #marc spector #steven grant x reader #jake lockley #jake lockely x reader #platonic #marc spector x teen!reader #steven grant x teen!reader #moon knight x teen!reader #layla x teen!reader #x teen!reader #angst #moon knight angst #the last of us #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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punkeropercyjackson · 3 months

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Okay so i'm thinking about punkness in Atsv and i'm gonna be so real,i can't help but believe they faked out with making Gwen punk like they did Hobie-By which i mean they just gave her the aesthetic and interests but not the mentality and certain actions too.Like yes,she's got the side shave that's partially dyed an unnatural color and eyebrow piercing,the swag costume,the civillian outfits,the being a drummer in a rock band,the snark,the respectfully cheeky flirty attitude to her crushes,the tragic backstoryTM,the rebellion,all that's great and i love her so much for it!!!But at the same time,i wish they'd gone full force with it,again,like they did Hobie,especially because they're literally best friends who're heavily implied to have blooming romantic feelings for eachother and act like a couple already,including living together????I know the last bit is due to George kicking her out but A)that makes Gwen x Hobie even more of a punk x punk love story and B)should've realistically given her motivation to take part in activism like charity events and protests and to HATE COPS.That's legit the whole reason her dad's abusive,that he prioritizes the force over her but she was forced to forgive him instead of giving trans kids an incredibly important lesson that you're under no obligation to love your parents if they treat you badly because that's not what a REAL parent does

For fuck's sake,Peter B was more belivable as her dad in Itsv than George was in Atsv and looking back on it this was probably an accident but notice how not ONCE does Gwen bring up her home life!!Hm,wonder why that is considering what happens only a few months later!It feels ooc for Gwen too because in the comics,she was brutal as SHIT and it was GOOD.She was an anti-hero!!She could even qualify as a Red Hood equivalent more than B*cky B*rnes does!And i get it,they had to make her more kid friendly for a pg audience but they deadass had Hobie use the word 'fascists' onscreen and all but outright saying he killed his canon event cop via the blue laces + 'Yeah,what of it?' combo so they didn't need to take pretty much ALL her edge away other than the death subplot!She dosen't even need to kill,i would've been fine with scenes of her being a bully beater in those flashbacks and peeks into Earth 65 and some offhanded references of her and Hobie doing activism together!

Plus her and Margo not even being friends?????Complete horseshit,bonds between black girls and trans girls are basically inherent and i'm speaking from experience and Margo also deserved as much screentime as Hobs and Pav!And Hobie would NOT fucking date someone without radicalizing them,that's not my son!!!!!I finally get a canon pastel punk trans femme in a franchise i was already into only for her writers not to put their whole pussy into it to make her palpable and quirky for whites instead.Can't have shit in the multiverse

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gale-gentlepenguin · 3 months

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Gale Reviews: Netflix Avatar: the Last Airbender (Book 1)

(Thanks @knightsweeties for this cute GP)

Now I have AVOIDED looking at spoilers, and opinions of others until After I had made my own conclusions.

A lot of people are mixed on this series. With only one thing being consensus:

The last airbender movie < Netflix Avatar the last Airbender < Avatar the last Airbender

Aside from that, opinions have been all over the places. On how great or how bad the show is.

I will be going over my thoughts on it in the following categories.

The Action (fight scenes)

The Effects (from bending, CGI, and costumes)

The characters

The Plot

The changes

Does it capture the Spirit?

How does it stand on its own?

Conclusions.

(Spoilers below, but let’s get Right into it)

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The Action

So I’m going to say this. The action in this series is great. In my opinion it’s the strongest point in the series.

The battles from invasions, to simple one on one fights are very well done, some aspects even surpassing the original. Like the invasion of the Northern Water Tribe, you really feel the place is under attack.

And the bending battles are pretty gorgeous. It’s impressive to see the fight between Katara and Paku done serviceable well.

Though one flaw is the fact that sometimes showing the fight or attack actually took away from the impact of story beats done in the original. Seeing the attack on the Air Nomads actually took something away from it. Seeing Aang discover that horror is much less impactful.

And seeing Zuko fight in his Agni Kai against his Father also took a lot of bite from the scene. If Zuko never fought back it would have been so much more traumatic.

But they were still good fighting scenes.

Solid 9/10

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The Effects.

The Costumes in this are Gorgeous! Especially Kyoshi warriors. The characters mostly look as if taken straight from the cartoon. The Face stealer himself being ABSOLUTELY HORRIFYING to look at in Live action. He is a sleep paralysis demon.

Appa and Momo both look great. The effects of the cities, and the blending are beautiful.

The bending also looks pretty clean. Though I admit the water bending was a bit lacking but the Fire looked ESPECIALLY fierce.

There is so much detail jam packed in this it’s amazing.

Though, I will say that it’s not flawless, some of the things do come off a touch goofy. But that could be more of uncanny valley with some of the bending.

8/10

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The Characters

And it wouldn’t be Avatar without the Characters in it.

And before we do anything, let me say, ALL of the characters look like the character they are playing. It’s like Netflix genetically modified them to Look like the character.

Dallas James Liu’s Portrayal of Zuko is PERFECT. Matching Season 1 Zuko’s personality to a T.

Zuko actually gets more development and his relationship with Iroh and the Crew are expanded upon more. That Funeral scene with him and Iroh broke my heart.

Maria Zhang’s Suki is also an incredible performance.

DANNY PUDI AS The Mechanist. (They cast Abed!) that was a fun surprise.

But now that we talked about what I loved about the characters… now to get to the negatives.

Aang feels so mopey. Yes Aang has his sad moments. But instead of being a hyper optimist with a penchant for fun, he is more like a depressed kid that has occasional bits of being a kid. I don’t blame the Actor, I just feel it’s more the writing

But if Aang got a downgrade in character, Katara was SHREDDED to practically nothing. The strong yet caring Katara was so… Passive. Even her big moment fighting Paku felt so… lack luster. It pained me to see this girl who was so strong come off so… passive.

Sokka did lose a chunk of character and development, but it wasn’t AS detrimental as one would believe. It’s still cruddy. But there was some stuff added that helped cushion the blow.

Appa and Momo were not as present because expenses (but at least they were fine)

King Bumi is dead. I don’t know WHAT was the plan behind Bumi, but this felt so… twisted and off. This isn’t the Bumi that taught Aang the lesson about how not everything is as it seemed. It hurt me to see such an accurate look be so inaccurate.

Azula and her friends felt like a down grade. I know what they were trying to go for. But I just didn’t feel that EDGE she had. It felt so.. pitiful.

On a positive

Jet and his team were still fun and a bit psychotic.

Ozai actually coming off as more competent.

And Admiral Zhao being incompetent yet super Egotistical was a change I welcome.

The bounty hunter Jun, flirting with Iroh was a change I wasn’t expecting but loved.

The Face Stealer may have looked more terrifying… but his actual action was mid… aside from the nightmares.

The rest of the character acting was a mix.

I gotta put this at… 5/10

When most of the main cast feels so bland it really takes away from the story.

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The Plot

So the season still follows the general plot of Book 1 of ATLA.

Katara and Sokka find the Avatar who got frozen for a long time. They go travel to help Aang find a Waterbending master so he can start learning to bend and save the world.

Now interestingly since it only has 8 episodes it sort of Blends together several plots into one episode. And this causes a lot of changes… and the effects of it are… well… a mixed bag at best and almost completely undefinable at worst.

Episode 4 being especially messy.

Now there are additions and changes from the original because of the constraints of Live Action.

Like not specifying that Aang has been gone 100 years, and actually changing certain story beats to references in order to save on time.

In some cases, it’s understandable. In facts being a one to one retelling would be boring.

The problem is that the story feels more like it’s pushing the characters rather than the characters pushing the story. Aang had agency, but now there is even more forced Agency.

I did like the changes that made the fire nation more competent. (I’ll discuss further in the next section)

But overall, I felt that the story was speed blitzed and super monologue heavy at its worse. It’s nothing incoherently awful. But it’s very lacking.

4/10

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The Changes

There were a Lot of changes done to this in comparison to the original series. So for this. I decided to make a new system.

I will list the change. If you see this Symbol (+) it’s a change I am fine with. If you see (-) it’s a change I didn’t like. And if you see (\) it means I’m indifferent to it.

-Fire Lord Sozin wiped out Air benders in person (/)

- Aang got lost in a storm by accident, not actively running away (-)

- Katara and Sokka lose the feminist development (-)

-No penguin sledding (- -)

-No Haru (-)

-Avatar Kyoshi take over (+)

-Zuko has a journal about the Avatars (+)

- Jet in Omashu (/)

-Teo and his father in Omashu (+)

-Bumi is jaded. (-)

-Secret tunnel early (-) (it’s weird that Sokka and Katara go in there, there is more I don’t like but I will just leave that out for now)

-The Funeral for Iroh’s son. (+++)

-The Agni Kai with Ozai was changed (-)

-The crew of Zuko is revealed to be the division that would have been sacrificed. (+)

-Aang never Water bends (-)

-Azula’s whole character alteration, and earning the blue flames (-)

-Less Serious Roku (-)

-Koh’e whole deal (-)

- Zhao’s death is different. (-)

-Yue having a bigger connection to Sokka (+)

-Fire nation demonstrates far more competence (+)

There are more but most of them I’m more understanding because of Time Constraints.

I will give credit that a lot of the changes I didn’t like but they did try something.

3/10

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Does it capture the Spirit?

This is where I have to say Kind of.

When you see the references, Cameos, and the small details. You can tell there is some love for the original series. The attention to details and the bending choreography is gorgeous and Almost seamless.

It’s where we get to the core of the show that feels different.

For example. The Netflix version of One piece. There are a TON of differences, but the core of the characters felt the same. The spirit of the show was still clear. It was handled with love.

With this series, I can say there is a respect for ATLA, but the core seems to have a different focus.

So I put this at 5/10

As there are some things that you can see have reverence, but other things that don’t.

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Conclusion.

The stark defenders of the show say you shouldn’t compare it to the Original because it will seem worse. While also then comparing how much better it is compare to the live action movie.

Here’s the truth, if you watched ATLA, you are not going to expect this show to be better than the original.

If you didn’t watch the original show, you would probably be entertained, and since this show explains basically everything, you won’t need to know as much as the viewer going in… but there is also a lot going on.

If you were to go in and watch this show with 0 understanding of the show. I’d say 6 maybe 7 out of 10.

But if you are a fan that cares about the show. I have to put it at 5/10

And that’s where I put it.

5/10

It is watchable, but I’m not absolutely smitten with it.

I’m willing to give book 2 a chance… but I’m iffy. On it.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #natla #natla spoilers #avatar the last Airbender live action #atla live action #Gale reviews

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