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jojosthetic-boogaloo · 5 years

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Hello dear ❣️ can I have a regular match up? I’m a Brazilian girl, blonde hair and dark brown eyes, I have a nice butt 🌝 and I’m fairly short. I’m always cheerfull, but pretty insecure about myself. I’m a little stubborn sometimes bc I have a strong personality, I’m not afraid to fight over something I believe and I can be very loud about that 😂 I’m Taurus, I love to write, read and watch movies (addicted to Pixar) I’m caring and love physical contact, PDA++ (wait I have more info)

Sweet bean! As we talked in DMs, you get a moodboard of course! I really enjoy making them and it really doesn’t take more than an hour most times for me to arrange it, so don’t worry! I only feel bad since it takes more time and I keep you guys hanging for longer than I’d like to, but if you’re okay with waiting, you get a moodboard!

Now, for your matchup! I had a bit of a hard time deciding on this. I mean, okay, I’m kinda lying, I instantly knew who to match you up with, but I did struggle a bit! Hence, behold and prepare for trouble, and make it double!

Translation: “Paris isn't the only place we can shoot off at, darling”

Whaaat? Dia, did you just make a combo moodboard? Well, yes I did you sexy beast. Why? Because I felt that both of them would complement you on a 50/50 ratio, each his own. So, if you’re into poli relationships, ahoy! If not, just one of them is good too, hope you enjoy my reasoning for each below!

Guido Mista!

You met by chance during one of his missions. You just so happened to almost make him miss his shot, if it were not because he’d pushed you to the side to avoid hurting you, that is. Let it be known, you were majorly pissed at first, and were about to yell at him every single insult you could think up. Then, noticing the gun in his hand and the fallen man on the far end of the street, you froze up. You really, really shouldn’t have come to this side of Naples this late in the afternoon.

When he’s done his job, he quickly turns to you, raising an eyebrow at how instead of running away in a panic, you’d just sat there on the ground, looking at him with a mix between anger and fear in your eyes. He caught on the situation, and immediately felt bad. He stepped closer to you, and you could feel nothing but your legs freeze, not allowing you to move. Was he going to kill you? What were you going to do now??

Surprisingly enough, he extended his hand towards you with the most handsome smile (well, you weren’t quite sure if it was the smile or his face overall) you’d ever seen and, carefully, extended yours to grab his, surprised by it’s warmth. Right now, you were truly thankful you’d taken your pills that day, otherwise you’d be grasping for air and curled in a ball right now.

“Are you okay? You don’t look so good, maybe in shock?” You didn’t answer, maybe you were in shock, and Mista wasn’t happy with that, he got worried, helping you up carefully and holding you up by placing an arm around your shoulder so you wouldn’t plummet to the ground. “Listen, it’s late and I doubt there’s any place I can step in open right now, it’s a local holiday today, you know?” He commented, seemingly trying to balance his options while helping you walk alongside him.

“Fine.” You muttered, feeling your lungs work properly once again, your legs starting to keep up the pace by themselves again, yet there was a weird feeling of pressure in your chest and a weird, uncomfortable lightheaded sensation settling in your head. Maybe you were in fact in shock. You felt like screaming, but the pressure in your chest kept you from it. After all, you’d just seen someone get shot. And his oddly friendly and caring killer was helping you walk as you thought this.

“Listen.” He started, looking forward to make sure you didn’t trip with anything on your way. “It’s my job, I’m not just shooting people for fun, I want you to know that you’re not in any type of danger with me.” He continued, stealing a side glance to you, who seemed very focused on your walking and the pavement. He sighed at your silence. “I’m Guido Mista, you can just call me Mista though, if you want t- HEY!” The pressure in your chest increased, and you felt your body-weight plummet to the ground below your legs, you’d fainted.

When you woke up, you scanned your surroundings, slowly but carefully trying to make out where you were. This was unfamiliar; a fancy, quite rustic living room laid before your eyes. You let out a quiet grunt when you tried to sit up, feeling your head spin and holding it with your hand. Slight rustling and a thud were the first things you heard in that deafening silence, turning your groggy gaze to the source only to find yourself with a cute, round tiger striped ass pointing your direction. It’s owner had tumbled over from the sofa before it, probably. But, you’d seen those pants before, had you not?

When the figure rose from the ground, you felt your breath hitch in your throat. It was the man from before. How was he there? Most importantly, where were you even?!

“Good morning, miss. It’s me, Mista, from last night.” He started, squatting before you so you’d meet his gaze, deep and sincere. He didn’t seem like a bad person, it was just that, last night... He started speaking again when he noticed your gaze falter from his face down onto the ground with a preoccupied frown. “I brought you here, you fainted on me and I didn’t know where else to take you. Bruno took good care of you, you’re all fine now! He told me you’d fainted due to severe stress and shock.” He paused, analyzing your expression. You were looking at him, but somehow, it felt like you weren’t really listening to him and were just spacing out.

He looked down and bit the inside of his cheek, feeling terrible. He didn’t mean to fuck it up this bad by letting a civilian get involved in his business. And even more so if it was such a cute girl, who was in this state thanks to him. When he looked back up, he found himself with your open palm right onto his face, as you tragically shoved him and his ass touched the ground once more. Well, now he was confused.

“You.” You started, still confused and sitting back up with tentative motions. You shook your head and looked around the room once more. Empty. Only Mista and you in there. Your fight or flight response activated. Looking back at the now tumbled over gunman, you saw him slowly rise up with both his hands at the sides of his head, in an apologetic, harmless gesture and with a dumb smile on his face. He did not expect that reaction, but it was honestly amusing, no one had dared to do that to him, if ever. “Yes?” He answered, slowly getting on his feet this time and looking at you, sitting on the sofa with a questioning look. “Where am I?”

Your speech was shorter and calmer than you’d liked it to be, but that’s just how your body was willing to behave as of now. You felt tired. Looking straight into the man’s dark eyes, you noticed for the first time, at least with a clear mind. He really didn’t look bad, nor personality wise nor physically wise. You bit your lip and looked to the window behind him to his right. It was sunny, quite so, maybe it was lunchtime already. He cleared his throat and with a wave of his hand to bring your gaze back to him, he answered. “You’re at one of Naples’s Passione hideouts. Basically, our den.” Seeing how alarmed your expression got, he quickly waved his hands frantically before you, dismissing any threatening thoughts you might have gotten. “Don’t worry! We just treated you, you’re free to go now, well, we’ll have to drop you off somewhere so you don’t remember your way back here but, yeah. Nothing to worry about.”

“Nothing to worry about?” You blurted out, finally feeling your speech come back to you. “You’re telling me that, after seeing a man get shot by a gangster, getting taken to a mafia hideout and spending the night, I’m just, magically, going to be set free and about like nothing happened?” Your tone rose bit by bit until it came out in a panicked squeal. He blinked a few times in silence, his mouth small in surprise. After a few short seconds of silence and a “uhhhhh” from Guido, he replied, shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah?” You were the one to blink a few times now, confused.

“...Okay.” You muttered, rising from your seat and walking to the living room’s door with no established destination. Once you got to the door, it flung open before you, making you let out a shriek and almost falling on your butt onto the floor once more. It was a tall, long white haired man with the aspect of someone who could easily crush your head with his bare pinky finger. You slowly recoiled back, until your back was met with an obstacle; two black boots to be more specific. Mista’s. He held you from under your arms and helped you up. Still feeling the fear seep into your body, you pressed your back flush against Mista’s chest, who let out a surprised cough at the contact.

“Is it this little chick the one you frightened to death, Mista?” The tall man spoke, his voice just as low as you expected it to sound like, you brought your hands together and rested them before your lower stomach. You were scared, they were the mafia, of course you were getting like, murdered or some shit!

“Sadly, yes. I really, really didn’t mean to, signorina.” He lowered his face a bit in attempt to direct his last words to you, to which you reacted by turning your face in his direction and, instead of yelling, pressing your lips shut. He was... well, closer than you expected. Feeling heat rise to your face, you quickly turned your face to the man at the door, letting out a small, angry huff. You just really, really wanted it all to be over or to be a weird dream.

“It’s... okay.” You let out quietly. What?? You didn’t mean to say that, it wasn’t okay! You were outright terrified and scared, and by yourself with the god damn Italian mafia! No matter, after a quick glance to the man behind you, you felt a weird sense of relief and comfort when you saw his expression soften and a bright smile beaming down on you. You really couldn’t find normal people attractive, could you now.

“Well, when you’re done flirting, the car is outside, we already gathered where you live so all you have to do is sit quietly on the back and not take your blind off. Understood?” The other man spoke, making you snap your head right back at him alarmed. You really didn’t even know how to react aside than with a reluctant nod. Great, now the mafia knew where you lived, wasn’t that just, grand.

You got blindfolded by the one you were most comfortable with, the one that actually sent your whole night upside down and made you get caught up in this but, no matter, the nicest one so far. Mista was careful not to get any of your hairs caught in the knot, gently guiding you into the back of the car, which you assumed was a mini van, and feeling slight weight sink next to you in the seat as the engine started up.

With a tentative hand, you palmed the space next to you, trying to find whoever was sitting next to you, even if you already had an idea, you wanted to confirm it. And honestly, this felt scary, so you just really wanted some reassurance. “Hm?” You heard from the man, who almost immediately covered your curious hand with his bigger, warmer one and squeezed it with care. “Don’t worry, we’ll drop you off soon and you won’t have to hear from us ever again.” He whispered to you, and you felt his breath clash against your ear, making you shiver. Did you... really want to never hear from him again? The thought crossed your mind, and lingered there for the whole ride.

When the car stopped, you felt him take your blind off, revealing the inside of a black mini van to you, empty for the most part, and sitting next to you now tucking the dark cloth in his pocket, Mista. He turned to you again and gave you a sincere, wide smile. “Here’s your house bella. I’m sure you’ll be happy to never get involved in this again, huh?” He commented, as he got up and opened the sliding door of the van and signaled you to get down. “Don’t worry, I’ll accompany you to the door if it makes you feel better.” It wasn’t that you’d feel better. It was that something... didn’t sit right with you about this.

When you made it to the entrance, you opened the front door with your keys with ease, turning back to face him once more with your hands behind your back. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a confused pout in his face. “Is something the matter?” He started. You were trying to find the words to express what you wanted to say.

“Y/N.” You started, looking him right in the eye, which seemed to fluster him a little. He tilted his head in confusion for a moment before you proceeded. “That’s my name, Y/N.” He opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off by raising your index in front of him, he complied and kept his mouth shut. “I’d like to keep in contact with you so, here, have my number.” At this point, you really didn’t know what you were even doing, honestly. Giving your phone number to a member of the mafia had to be now crossed from your bucket list before you die, great!

He seemed to struggle to find his reply for a few seconds, these few seconds which you used to scribble down your number into a piece of clean tissue you’d ripped from your bag, and slapping it on his chest with maybe more force than necessary. He let out a small cough from the impact and started chuckling in response, grabbing the piece of frail paper and holding it over his heart with a smile on his face. “I’ll make sure to let you know when I get back to my phone then, miss.”

You couldn’t help but give him a smile of your own now, nodding and, after giving him a last look from head to toe, turning and finally stepping into your oh so dear apartment. Breathing in a deep much needed breath of air, you let yourself slowly sink down onto the floor while you used the door as support. When you touched the ground, you covered your face with your hands and let out a tiny scream. You were out of it. What’s the first thing you think of when held half captive by the mafia? Ask out one of it’s members because you think he’s cute. That’s it, you’d lost it, this was it.

You got up and decided to take a shower, taking your mind off things for a while and, inevitably, due to the intense distress your emotions had suffered for the past hours, you flopped down into your bed and fell asleep, not minding it being early in the afternoon.

When you woke up the next morning, you did not expect to wake up to three text messages from an unsaved number and for it to be already 1 in the afternoon. Checking the messages, you jumped from your bed and ran to the door, poorly fixing your hair on the way and thankful your door led to the apartment’s first floor hallway and not the street, you couldn’t have handled well being seen in this state.

“Hey! Guido Mista here, I hope you slept well and feel better today!”

“I’ll be out on errands today, so maybe you’d like to meet tomorrow since I’m free?”

“Anyways, hope you like what’s on your door!”

You opened the door and saw a medium sized box laying on the floor. Upon squatting down and ripping it open easily by the adhesive tape, you noticed its contents with a delighted smile dancing on your lips. There was a small bouquet of pretty (although fake) flowers inside, a beautiful pair of shoes and a very nice looking summer dress. There was a small envelope inside, which you took in your hands and noticed a messily written “from Italy’s best gunslinger to Y/N”

“Hello! Good morning, Y/N. I hope you like the gifts! I noticed your shoes had gotten a bit ruined from last night, as well as your clothes getting dirtied because of me. I had a friend of mine help out with choosing them out, she’s really into fashion so I hope it’s good for you! Pd: The flowers are fake since I don’t know if you’re allergic to them yet, so I hope we get to talk about it tomorrow!”

You pressed the surprisingly thoughtful letter to your chest and rummaged through the box with your free hand, noticing they’d gotten your size perfectly and how high end the clothes looked. They really went all out huh? Did you even deserve this? You didn’t give it much more thought after taking the items out and quickly running to try them out into your bathroom.

You loved the outfit! So you decided to pay him back in the most humble way you could, which was inviting him over for dinner though text. You could manage to cook something nice if you put your mind to it!

“Hi! Loved the gifts! Please, do come over tomorrow night for dinner, I’ll make you something nice as payback” Upon receiving this message, Mista immediately grabbed his phone even if it almost meant throwing down all his grocery bags onto the floor. Checking it, he felt heat rising to his cheeks, because of course he had to take your message the other way around first. Upon re-reading it and getting a clearer mind, he replied. “See ya tmrrow night then, bella.”

When the sun had just set the next day, you heard your doorbell ring. You’d put on his wonderful gifts for your outfit and carefully done your hair for the occasion, making your way to the door with a small smile playing on your lips, you opened it to find him standing there, in casual attire you hadn’t seen on him before. Those tight ripped jeans went well with his figure, and seeing his hair for once was a wonderful change.

The night went way better than you’d expected, with a few flirty comments here and there being exchanged between each other, you talked about your likes and dislikes, your lives, the music you liked... oh! The music you liked!

When you were done with dinner, Mista got up and walked up to your seat, holding out a hand for you while bowing reverently at you with a playful smile on his face. “Would you offer me a dance, signorina?” You giggled, holding his hand only to be pulled into his arms and getting spun around in place while he laughed. When you got back on your feet, placing your hands on his chest and pushing his figure gently away from yours, you gave him a playful bow while holding your dress up by the sides and replied. “A minute, my dearest, for I must firstly play some sweet tunes.” He let out an amused snort and rested his back on the nearest wall, watching you make your way to your laptop and, knowing his tastes, playing one of your favorites from Whitney Houston.

Making your way to him while dancing, he quickly beamed at you and, in two quick strides, he caught up to you, placing one hand on your hip and the other searching for your other hand.

While you danced and laughed like teens in love, with Whitney singing a very cheery “I wanna dance with somebody” in the background, you got to a point in which Mista’d spun you around and let you drop, holding you tight by your waist to avoid you actually falling. His other hand holding yours in his splayed to the side.

Your faces were close, and your breathing clashed in a most wonderful way. He let his eyelids close halfway, giving you a tiny smirk as he gently placed his forehead in yours. You blushed, chuckling quietly at the gesture and placing the hand you previously had on his hip, up to the back of his head, gently tugging on his hair and brushing your lips with his. “Just do it already, Guido.” You heard him huff out a content “hmph” and promptly pressed his thick lips against yours, in a much more dedicated manner you’d expected from him.

From the moment he’d felt you kiss him back, and by the way he’d gently laid you down into the floor carefully, standing on his knees and slowly sliding one of his warm palms up on your thigh, you knew what was in store for the rest of the night. Ironically enough, Maneater had started playing when your dress was halfway lifted up, which made you both chuckle into each other’s lips.

Next morning, you can’t seem to find him anywhere, only to be surprised by him getting out of your shower and shyly smiling at you while looking somewhere close to the feet of the bed. “Good morning, tesoro.” He was so adorable it physically hurt you and made you hold a hand tightly to your chest. After he’d changed back into his clothes from yesterday and watched you change with an amused, flirty smile on his face, you both went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast before he had to leave for work.

You make breakfast together while Sweet Caroline plays, which ends up in you both dancing in the kitchen and almost letting the pancakes get burnt.

When it’s all done and ready, he departs from you with a kiss. “See you as soon as I’m allowed to, bella.” You both knew you’d meet up often in this manner from now on.

One day, while you chilled sitting in the balcony, he’d ask. “Hey, Y/N, not to like, ruin the moment but, are we like, dating or something like that?” You’d start laughing really loudly, getting up from your seat and sitting on his lap, planting a kiss to his lips and chuckling. “What do you think, dumbass.” He chuckled and kissed you back once more, giving a tiny nod in response. “Yeah, just needed the reassurance.”

When dating, he just really loves to show you off to absolutely everyone. He’ll pick you up and spin you around while showering you in kisses, kiss you while holding you in his arms, dramatic old style with one leg sticking out; in public or in private, this man is all about showering you with love.

When outside, he’s always holding your hand, or letting you cling to his arm, whatever that means you not leaving his side.

He’s really into going out and doing stuff! Get ready for lots of shopping with a very enthusiastic judge per boyfriend giving you a thumbs up and whistling with each outfit you try on. As well as beach activities in summer! He’ll buy you tickets for those boat rides that pull you from an inflatable and throw you into the water when they turn around. He lives for that sweet adrenaline with his girlfriend by his side.

The way you don’t bite your tongue and are so straightforward with your emotions and thoughts? Drives him wild. He lives for that clashing personality of yours, he even admits to have been turned on sometimes when you yelled at him for whatever he’d pulled; being either mixing his red pants with your white blouse in the washing machine, or not lowering the toilet seat after he’s done.

You’re so cute? So petite so adorable and so hot? How did he land this wonderful girlfriend?? He still asks himself this every morning he gets to wake up next to you, pulling you close into his arms and cuddling you until it’s time to inevitably get up and be productive.

This is the type of boyfriend to send you flowers every day he’s away and bring you breakfast when you’re together. The type to get over his fear of bugs and rid of the spiders and roaches for you. The type to try his best to make you lunch on weekends after letting you sleep in, only for it to turn out horrible and order your favorite takeout. A sweet, disaster type of boyfriend that loves you unconditionally. And that would stay by your side for as long as you’d let him.

Ghiaccio!

You’re one big challenge, and he likes himself a nice assiduous challenge once in a while, it amuses him, and that’s how you catch his eye at first. A smart, banter partner.

Overtime and seeing how you retorted to his constant screaming and rage outbursts, he started to quiet a little, feeling how he’d met someone who would not back down even when they clashed with him. He started to like you, your strong personality was a rare thing to find nowadays.

He’s not really into PDA, but when you’re alone? He will and when I say he will I mean he w i l l have his hands all over you or just carry you around or hold you close just to be touching you constantly. He didn’t get much physical affection for a long time, and besides, you were warmer in comparison to him, your body heat felt most wonderful against his.

As an expert butt lover connoisseur, he really wants to touch that wonderful cute round rear you have, one day describing it to you as “geometrical and biologically absolutely perfect”. He was kind of a dork, but you found it adorable no matter.

He’s very, very overprotective. That’s why he won’t let you come over to the office under absolutely no circumstances. What, letting his wonderful girlfriend come see him at the risk of getting bothered or even so much as talked to by his dumbass teammates? Not a chance!

He’ll never say the classic three words (I love you), but he’ll make sure to communicate it through his actions and small details here and there. “I was worried about you”, “I missed you”, “This made me think of you”, “You can have my last slice”, etc.

He really likes to wake you up in the middle of the night (which honestly, at first, irritates you, but you forgive him after) and suggest for you to hop on the car and go for a ride wherever, to have fun. Most times you’ll end up in an empty parking lot near the beach staring up at the starry sky and with his hands wrapped around your waist, as you comfortably sit in his lap and rest your head on his chest.

On your sleepless nights, you’ll curl up together in the sofa and watch a marathon of Pixar movies, whilst he criticizes whatever flaw his analytic gaze finds. At first, just because that’s how he is, after a few sessions, he just did it as an excuse to get you to shut him up with those wonderful kisses you gave him, followed by a sweet “Shut up and watch the movie, caro mio.”

He’ll read your writings when you offer him the opportunity sometimes. And, much to your surprise, he will never criticize them! He just reads them in silence, and when he’s done, he always says the same “It’s wonderful amore, you’re really talented.” And places a small kiss on the top of your nose as he volts back into his seat and types away on his keyboard once more. He’s always so overloaded with work it kind of saddens you, but still, he always makes some time for you, and you see that. You appreciate that greatly.

Get ready for late night conversations about the most variate topics.

“Hey, do you think pigeons dream?” “Well, Y/N amore, it could be, due to the fact that pigeons do, like you; even if sometimes it’s not that clear, have a brain, and usually, brain owners do have the ability to dream.” “Did you just insult me and call me an airhead whilst debating if pigeons have the ability to dream?” “You know I say it out of love.” “Well, you’re ugly when you scowl.” “Excuse me wHAT-” You’d laugh and roll over in bed to hug him and bury your face on the crook of his neck, nuzzling your nose gently against it. “An eye for an eye.” He’d huff and blush slightly, holding you tenderly back and pressing his cheek on the top of your head. “Fair enough.”

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of-cloves-blog · 7 years

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One Piece Live Action

All of the live actions Hollywood has done has been an ass of a disaster. Just getting that out there.

I personally haven’t watched DBZ or the recent Ghost in the Shell but I’ve been in the midst of the generally dissatisfaction, to say the least, about both. And we all know of the unspeakable Avatar the Last Airbender (ATLA) live action.

But with One Piece(OP), that’s a whole monolith of a story that ATLA and Attack on Titan and others haven’t been before with almost a thousand chapters and episodes ongoing.

I think the main problem live action movies and their writers and directors have is that they can’t get the idea of the source being from an ANIME. It just sticks in their head and doesn’t allow them to treat this as a movie as it should be. An anime, a tv series, a book, and a movie are all different mediums and have completely different rules.

The thing I’m afraid about is that the live action will try to get the whole crew together in one movie and the fans know how long it took to get to Brook. I’m thinking that the best way to approach this is by following the animated movies’ lead, such as Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island and Dead End Adventure, and create an original narrative and plop it into the flow of OP’s storyline, kind of like what they do for filler.

Then comes the main purpose of the live action even existing, which is to appeal to an audience that typically wouldn’t watch anime and haven’t even heard of OP. So if they do as I said and make an original narrative like which was made for only the fans in mind, it might alienate the other half of the population.

Which comes in the whole situation of treating this like a movie instead of an anime. Get your head out of that anime is weird belief that everyone still has, writers and directors. You don’t need to spoon feed us everything by stating it directly and I think the audience who weren’t fans originally would agree even if they don’t have previous knowledge.

Let’s take Avatar again. The writers and director had a hard time with that one as they felt the need to add narration and world building and backstory within the characters’ dialogue and thus sucking any characterization from them and making it seem like the movie was just regurgitating information at you. Narration and Dialogue can be utilized to do worldbuilding, but it needs to be done right and not overused or repetitive. As I’m not an expert I can’t dive into this knowledgeably but I think this is the general consensus, unless they would do something smart and innovative with those things, but I digress. Even taking the anime in consideration, OP doesn’t use its narrator often, he mostly just shows up to recap on the fights or show where Zoro is lost at the moment. There needs to be a balance for both the fans and the ones who don’t know what they’re getting into. So worldbuilding is important, backstory is important, but what I believe should be the main focus is selling the characters and the spirit of One Piece.

This doesn’t mean doing as Percy Jackson the movies did by changing things unnecessarily, such as the character’s ages and the entire plot and the wit and spirit Rick Riordan put into the books. I think the Harry Potter franchise did the best in this case as they sold the spirit of the books, stuck to the plot, but was good at knowing when to trim some details off to fit the movie format.

So what I’m trying to say is that you’re translating something from a different medium to another, so it should be different from the main material. Of course, OP is going to be better as a manga because it works best as a manga. It has basically no restrictions on when it should stop and this way the writer, Oda Eiichiro, can more freely get people involved in the characters and the backstory. But there is a restriction on movies, and clearly the formula of shoving everything into a medium that has different rules isn’t working. The movies aren’t something the populus should expect to see an entire book in or an entire anime series in.

Another example is Howl’s Moving Castle, which is a stretch as it was inspired by the book and not based. But in my personal experience, I checked out the book because it did beautifully in an ANIMATED format but was completely different from the book.

So, if ATLA had been given and promised multiple movies, then they should’ve stuck to the plot. If possible stick to the plot. But it wasn’t because they weren’t promised another movie. And I believe, trying to fit the entirety of season one into one movie wasn’t the right choice for a solo movie. They should’ve cut it down. They should’ve stopped after the Winter Solstice, maybe cutting out Avatar Kyoshi and Omashu, though those are really important parts in themselves. The success of a movie done right, even though it didn’t have everything could’ve brought on the chance of another and maybe even more live action movies.

If OP is given more movies then they should stick to the plot. But the big difference between OP and ATLA is their versatility. OP as an anime series is more malleable and, in my opinion, has written the better filler arcs of anime. ATLA had a strict almost book like structure that builds off of each episode. So OP can have the possibility of straying off the original plot more than ATLA had.

To sum up, sell the spirit and character, never change things unnecessarily like Percy Jackson, don’t stick to the plot with a giant of a story like One Piece, and treat this like what it is: an action and adventure movie.

I know for a fact, it’s almost a given, that the movie will begin with Gol D. Roger’s execution and his last words about the one piece that prompted the Pirate Era. (and then Cinema Sins will say ‘roll credits’). Then it can go multiple ways. A montage of Luffy meeting his crew, young seventeen Luffy about to leave with his little boat, thinking back to Shanks and his hat, or just the flashback to Shanks putting the straw hat on luffy, and my personal favorite is just cutting to Luffy’s grin and the crew fighting on the deck of the Sunny where they can show their relationship to each other while in combat and their role in the crew. Or maybe a mishmash of all of them.

My hopes are that they will make Chopper cute and– the elephant in the room–not whitewash the Straw Hat crew. Personally, Usopp and Brook should be played by black actors, Nami could be latina, Zoro should be asian, Robin could be filipino or Indian but definitely someone dark skinned, Sanji and Franky can be white but Sanji needs to be or must resemble a french origin. Luffy can be anything to be honest as long as he acts like the character.

And the thing is, One Piece didn’t catch on in America as well as Naruto did back in the day, because of the horrible 4kid’s adaption that tried to make the show kid friendly which One Piece really isn’t (and that whole issue with making things kid friendly or maybe even dumber for kid’s to understand is also something that gets on my nerves). It ruined the chance of the show to be something even more amazing than it already is. The same thing happened with the live action of ATLA which made people disinclined to check out the animated show and affected the success of Korra.

I’m very passionate about One Piece, it’s dear to my heart and I really hope the live action isn’t a complete flop. I don’t remember OP for the fights, honestly, (naruto fights are more well animated and interesting) and I don’t like OP for them either, I like the story, and the characters. Luffy and the others say some profound things that have resonated in me and motivate me to this day. OP makes me laugh and cry and feel a connection to the characters. Not saying it doesn’t have faults, but I can see why it made the top and has stayed the top in shonen manga.

This is just my messy attempt at making a suggestion for the infamous anime live action. Oh yeah, and there’s the whole deal with how weird and wacky one piece can be, especially for western audiences. Well, if they can handle a movie about humanized emojis I think they can handle a rubber man and a talking reindeer.

Really hoping live action FMA is good though.

Thank you to nchanstories who talked this through with me and who I can’t tag at the moment because theyre getting some rare hours of sleep

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