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chiptrillino · 2 years
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I think people will not spot it but... 
-points to the isopod-puppy 'carving' on the wall- 
I don't think they would pop up as well in real life... (in my experience I highly doubt that... )
but hey! this is a drawing
art-blog: chiptrillino-art
[ID: Two Fanart images portraying the southern water tribe family from avatar the last air bender. which include: father Hakoda, mother Kya, older brother Sokka and younger sister Katara. 
the first image shows, a family of four, in bed. In the background on the left side, the snow-withe-floor is covered with a white pelt with cheater spots covering it. a snow step with a blue blanket resting on it leads up to the bed. On the wall is built-in a smaller shelf with small carved toys and a wooden boat toy. a decorated boomerang with a wolf painted on it fell out of it. a doll in a blue parka is resting at the top of the head of the bed. the bed is made out of straw mats two big fur pillows, and soft pelts in shades of dark grey and brown. the walls with visible snow blocks on the right side of the image area are covered in small carvings that look like children's drawings. on the right side close to the wall, bundled up in furs that resemble sheepskin is kya, peacefully sleeping. her head is resting on her husband's left shoulder. she is wearing her iconic necklace. peacefully sleeping in her mother's arms is little katara. who wears a light blue top and has her hair in two braids. she is bundeled up in a embordied blanked. bears and otter penguins hunting small fish are sewn on it. 
in the centre, sleeping upside down with limbs spread out is Sokka. mouth open tooth growing out. arms above his head. he is just wearing pale brown-grey pants held together by a dark blue ribbon. he must have gotten out of his blanked during his sleep. his legs are spread atop his father's torso. one foot getting into Hakoda's half-asleep face, pinky toe stuck in his father's nose pulling. Hakoda is not amused. but resigned himself to his fate till his family decides to wake up. he wears his hair open, a bone necklace around his neck. and dark brown pants. over his legs is draped a fur banked.on the right side of the image is a small text saying "please don't repost" below in the centre is the artist's signature "chiptrillino . 2022" 
the second image shows the family doing her morning routine. 
Kya sitting behind Sokka wearing a blue Kuspuk. her hair styled with beads in it. a ribbon is stuck between her teeth while she smiles and looks at her husband. she is doing her son's hair. Sokka is still half-asleep in front of her yawing. bundled up in an embroidered blanked with otter-penguin and bears on it. on the right of the image is Hakoda yawing just like his son briding his daughter's hair, he is not wearing a shirt, just his pants in which he slept int. on top of his crossed legs sits katara. wearing a light blue kuspuk with a small blue raindrop pattern on. happily dangling her feet and playing with her doll.
on the right side of the image is a small text saying "please don't repost" below in the centre is the artist's signature "chiptrillino . 2022" End ID.]
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finisnihil · 1 month
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“They finally made this theme more blatant-" Why does it need to be blatant. What's wrong with subtlety? Concepts can be underused but subtlety is not neglect.
Blaring all your concepts and themes is not good writing. It's so disruptive to a story's flow when the characters look off the screen to be like "See? This is the concept. The idea. The theme."
If you can feel the hand of the author becoming too heavy that's bad.
For example: I see people saying Azula's abuse in ATLA is more blatant in the live action and it's good because "it's being discussed more". It already was discussed at length. The show made it clear she was a victim at every turn, every behavior, every reaction, it came from a place of trauma. It was made clear that she was scared of ending up like Zuko because Zuko was an example of what would happen to her if she failed. When she says she's better than Zuko it wasn't just because she was raised to think hersef superior to him but because Zuko failed and failures get mutilated and exiled, failures are abandoned. In that final Agni Kai the music is morose and somber because this isnt some epic battle its a fucking tragedy, the burning out of "Ozai's brightest light" and Azula finally succumbing to her terror and trauma she was repressing now that her worst fears are realized. How can you see a fourteen year old girl chained to a sewer grate wailing and writhing and breathing fire desperately as unsympathetic? Even Katara and Zuko are horrified as to what has become of her.
The writers weren't looking us in the eye and saying "See? She's a victim too" when they wrote this, they weaved it in. They weaved it into her obsesison with symmetry, her extreme perfectionism, the way she talks about Ozai, the ways she calls herself a monster, her isolation from those with healthy home lives, all the ways she held herself together and ultimately all the cracks and seams that she shattered down when she fell apart. It did not need to be blatant to be clear.
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moonsaver · 5 days
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Wait listen‐totally out of the blue but modern!au atla in a high-school or college setting. Zuko x reader btw
Listen listen. Zuko drops down from being a cool popular kid after he joins the gaang,but also? He's kinda the school's crush. Like yes, most of azula's fans and many kids in general from the fire nation dont like Zuko anymore, but many people develop a crush on him. And he's so painfully oblivious to it.
And the gaang is always making fun of his loser aesthetic, posting him on social media and forcing him to actually start using his social media account. He never does use it much except for reposting photos and statuses his friends have on there.
Until you.
He was especially struggling with a problem and awkwardly asked you for help. You were technically just polite out of general respect but you were... really nice. And he groans into his pillow at night when he realizes that small interaction has an irrational grip on him. To make it worse? Sokka from the other side of the classroom saw it and made it his personal mission to track down your socials.
With a lot of pain and difficulty (none, actually. Turns out Suki is quite media-literate), the gaang manages to find your account and send it to the group chat. For once, Zuko's.. actually trying to do normal social media things. Some of them start bickering on whether or not Zuko should send a follow request, but by the time they're done, you've already accepted it, and Zuko curiously scrolls through your profile. The gaang frantically tells him not to like your old photos, he's confused at the concept, but begrudgingly listens anyway. If this happens when they're all meeting up, then they huddle around Zuko and watch the tiny screen and point out all things about your little profile, and ogle at every tidbit of your life. If it happens when they're all at home, then they collectively cyberstalk you, sending various screenshots to the groupchat and discussing about you.
You on the other hand, only know Zuko as the kind of cute, awkward guy who needed your help with a math problem. You wondered if you messed something up while explaining the problem to him, and then brushed it off and forgot about it entirely until you woke up one day and noticed his entire friend group had viewed your status. A few of them had even liked it. (Ahem, Aang and Toph).
It's not soon until one of them actually comes up and talks to you, because Zuko is deathly afraid of messing things up, and he stutters so much everytime Sokka makes him practice talking to you, it's like a lost cause. Of course, in the end, it's Katara and Suki to the rescue! All three of you get along surprisingly well. It's only a matter of time until you actually get added to the friend group. Until then, maybe pretend Zuko's acting skills are believable as he asks for your help with the simplest problems, to borrow your stationaries, and make awkward small talk. You go along with it anyway. He's cute.
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aspoonfuloffiction · 3 days
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Fanfiction has never informed the way I understand a story more than when I was like 12 and had read an ATLA fanfic.
The author said something along the lines of “Katara left her home to protect the world. Sokka left his to protect Katara”. And even now years later well into adulthood I still think about that distillation of their relationship every time I’m watching them on screen.
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shitpostingkats · 4 months
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Assorted groupchat au headcanons
Yuya is the only one who didn't pick his own screen name. It was a suggestion by the rest of the guys after he couldn't think of one. Eventually, he will change it, and come up with his own nickname.
Jaden can read people's auras/duel monsters energy. Yusaku's is the most calming, being primarily dark and quiet. Yuma's almost hurts him to look at, being complicated and intermingled, like two people standing in the same spot.
Yusei gave Yuma his first driving lessons when he was in Heartland to consult for the Tenjo Corporation.
Yugi has beaten almost all of them in professional duels at some point: him and Yuma met at the second world duel carnival, where he successfully defended his title as king of games. He beat Yuya at a Maiami city exhibition duel, one of Yuya's first duels in the senior division. He won the duel against Jaden we see at the end of GX, and a standing duel against Yusei at Worlds. Him and Yusaku have come to the silent agreement to never duel each other.
Post Jaden finding them in the dark world, Rin and Yugo go to live with Yusei, Yuto and Lulu go to their home dimension, Yuri stays in the world and trains under Jaden, and Celina is adopted by Boyle as a second daughter.
All the yu-bois and the bracelet girls are on a minecraft server together.
Jaden and Yusaku are the only ones in the gc to not hold a regional championship title. However, Playmaker still gets invitations to most digital events as if he were one.
If the standard dimension Jack Atlas and the synchro dimension Jack Atlas ever met, they would try to fight.
Yugi is genuinely friends with Kaiba, who he says "is actually a pretty good guy, deep down."
No one in the gc believes him.
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circle-with-me · 26 days
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Legs - Jesse Cash x Reader
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Pairing: Jesse Cash x Reader
Content Warning/Tags: 18+ MDNI! vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, mild possessiveness, car sex, mentions of mental illness and self-destructive behavior, hurt/comfort, and some fluff at the end.
Word Count: 2.4k
Tag list: @concretenoah @deathblacksmoke @cncohshit @foliosriot @sacredthefran
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Author's Note: Not too long ago, @cncohshit and I were discussing how few fics there are about sweet Jesse. So, I decided I'd write up a little something. This is loosely based on Ghost Atlas' song Legs. Thank you as always to @deathblacksmoke for being my wonderful beta reader <3
dividers by @cafekitsune
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The rain pours outside as you sit in your car. Heavy droplets pelt the roof of the vehicle. Even with your headlights on you couldn’t see more than two feet in front of you. The sound of the rain was so loud you could barely make out the song playing on the radio.
The World At Large - Modest Mouse, the screen read. Fitting, you think. 
You check your phone for the fourth, maybe fifth time in as many minutes. The text message you sent had been read but went unanswered. There were still no lights on in the house except for the glow of the red LED’s in his room. Maybe he wasn’t coming. Maybe he’d finally had enough.
It’s not like you could blame him.
Almost as if he read your mind, he appears in the headlights dashing towards your car. Quickly unlocking the door you let him in. He runs a hand through his damp mess of curls trying to catch his breath. He looks over at you and you forget how to breathe for a moment, his wide brown eyes staring into yours. 
“Hi, Jesse.” You say meekly. 
“You could have come inside, Y/N.” He states, giving you a quick once over. 
You shake your head, gently pushing his hand away when it comes up to examine your face. 
“It’s not a good idea, Jesse.”
Your legs twitch with need and you run your hands on top of your thighs to relax them. You can feel his gaze burning into your skin. It’s not a good idea to go inside. All of your self-restraint will go out of the window the second you step inside his home and you’re not here for that. 
You need him, but not in the way you normally do. Jesse is the only person you feel safe with. He’s the only person who can make you feel anything outside of sex. You’re a broken person. Full of spite and hatred for the world and you take it out on others. You use people to your benefit and abandon them without explanation. 
Unfortunately, Jesse has been a victim of your lies and self-destructive behavior more times than you care to admit. Every time he starts to get attached you panic and leave. For some reason, he always gives you another chance when you come crawling back to him.
Over the time you’ve known each other, you’ve come to realize that Jesse is in love with you. He has to be. No sane person would put up with your bullshit the way he does. But still, you can see the light in his eyes fading every time you leave. Even when you come back there’s an air of tension between the two of you, almost as if he’s dying to ask the question of “How long will you stay this time?”
“What have they done now, darling?” Jesse asks quietly, taking your hand in his. You lean your head against the headrest and close your eyes, knowing that if you looked at him the floodgates would open. 
He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb and squeezes it gently. It’s not a demand but a reminder that he’s there, ready and willing to listen. The gesture is so remarkably kind but you know you don’t deserve it. You feel your chest tighten and your eyes well up with tears.
“Nothing I didn't have coming to me.” You decide to leave it at that. 
You watch as Jesse studies you for a minute. It’s obvious there are a million things he wants to say but he chooses not to due to the fragility of the situation.  
“Why don’t you come inside? We’ll get you warm and dry. I can fix you something to eat.” He pauses. “Have you eaten today?” 
You shake your head. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you weren’t sure the last time you had a decent meal. Your brain and body have been running at 90 mph and food has been the last thing on your mind.
Jesse hums a sound of disapproval and pats your thigh. The entirety of your body tenses at his touch and he pulls his hand away immediately afraid he has crossed a line. The two of you stare at each other for a long time unsure of what to say before you abandon what restraint you have left and grab his hand. 
You place it on your inner thigh, much higher than it was previously. Jesse audibly gulps and squeezes the flesh experimentally. It’s endearing to you how he always gets nervous like it’s your first time together. Leaning forward, you grab his face to kiss him, parting his lips with your tongue. 
He sighs into your mouth, gathering the courage to push his hand under your dress. His index finger dips into the top of your thigh high stockings, running along the lace edge. He groans and shoves his tongue in your mouth, his free hand gripping the back of your head. 
“You know how much I love these, darling.” Jesse murmurs, kissing along your jaw. He snaps the band of the tights against your skin and goosebumps pop up, making you shiver. You feel him smile against your neck before grazing his teeth against the skin.
Jesse places his hand on your pussy, massaging you through your already damp panties. You arch into his touch and he wraps his arm around your waist. An unspoken request is made when he presses his arm into your back, guiding you towards him. 
Taking the hint, you crawl over the center console and he pulls you into his lap. His grip is bruising as he drags your hips against his hardened erection. The coarse denim of his jeans provides a satisfying friction that sends electricity through your body.
Jesse reaches down to lower the car seat a little so he can lean back. You follow him, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. He pushes his hands up your dress, his calloused hands softly scratching your back. You hum at his soothing touch. He moves to unhook your bra but you feel his hands shake a little. 
“Are you okay?” You speak, carding your fingers through his hair. He nods but doesn’t make eye contact; the nervousness from earlier returning twice over. After you brush your fingers across his forehead he finally looks at you. 
“You’re breathtaking, Y/N.” Jesse speaks so softly the rain pounding on the roof of the car nearly drowns him out. All you can focus on are his lips as they part; the way his tongue dances behind them. When he asks you to remove your dress, you’re achingly willing. 
Jesse watches you undress before him, completely entranced by your body. Regardless of how often he’s seen your form, he pores over you as if you were the finest sculpture he has ever laid eyes on. He skims his hands across the expanse of your thighs and upwards, twisting the fabric of your panties around his fingers. 
He places gentle kisses to your collarbones, your neck, the junction between your breasts. Jesse Cash is not a man that can be rushed, and you wouldn’t dare try to anyway. Each press of his soft lips against your skin heals a part of you that has been burning alive inside of you for ages. 
He leans you back against the dash, one hand supporting your back and the other coming to your chest. Running his hand down the length of your torso, he slips his fingers through the waistband of your panties. A shuddered breath escapes him and he curses when he dips a finger inside of you, feeling how soaked you are. 
“Tell me, honey.” He coos, not wasting any time finding the sweet spongy spot inside of you. “Do the others make you this wet or is it just me?” 
The sudden flash of possessiveness in Jesse’s eyes catches you off guard. You squirm under his gaze, not because you’re uncomfortable, but because you’re wildly turned on by it.
“Only you.” You moan, grabbing onto his thigh for support. Jesse grins and adds another finger. You dig your nails into the denim of his jeans as he picks up the pace, your vision already beginning to go white. The filthy wet sounds made as he pleasures you can be heard even over the rain. 
Just as you feel yourself reaching your peak, he halts his movements, eliciting a pitiful whimper from you. He removes his fingers completely, dragging it up your slit collecting more of your juices. 
“Open up.”
Your mouth falls open so quickly it makes Jesse chuckle. He places his fingers on your tongue and you close your lips around it sucking and savoring the flavor of your own arousal. 
Jesse watches you intently; his mouth slack-jawed and eyes trained on your mouth. When you moan around his fingers, he moans back bucking his hips slightly. You feel his cock pressing into your bare pussy and you’re scrambling for his belt, desperate for him.
He helps you shove his pants down, hissing when you take his leaking cock into your hand. As hurried as you were, you sigh in relief the moment he’s inside of you. You set a slow pace, dragging your pussy up his length until you feel just the tip and sinking back down again. Jesse lays back against the car seat, his nails digging crescent shapes into your thighs.
You move like I want to. 
To see, like your eyes do.
The whispered vocals on the hauntingly beautiful track make the moment even more intimate. You pick up the pace a little to match the tempo of the song, your movements causing Jesse to arch his back, moaning loudly. He observes as you move on top of him, chest heaving from breathing so hard. Somehow, his brown eyes grow even darker 
Jesse wraps his hand around the back of your neck, gently but firmly pulling your mouth to his. He snakes his other arm around your waist, thrusting into you at a brutal pace. In this moment, you’re thankful for the deluge outside otherwise your cries of pleasure and pleas not to stop would get the two of you caught in an instant. 
You rake your fingernails through his scalp, tugging at the damp curls. Jesse grunts into your neck, grasping your waist tighter and thrusting into you harder. You slam your hand against the car window for extra support, a distorted hand print forming in the condensation. 
“Jesse, please don’t stop.” You whimper. He shakes his head fervently, refusing to leave the spot between your neck and shoulder that he’s claimed. 
“Never.”
Grasping onto his shirt and pulling it off of him, you reattach yourself to him immediately. Your skin is on fire but you’re desperate to be closer to him, to feel all of him. 
Tonight I feel like more. 
Chino’s voice bellows through the speakers. While the lyrics are nefarious in nature, the line resonates with you in a different way. 
It’s never been a question that you care deeply for the man underneath you. It’s not his fault you have a fear of abandonment. You’ve told yourself that’s all it was, but the truth is you have never felt good enough for him. His integrity and pure heart intimidates you. His ability to see through your lies and still love you anyway scares you to death.
Your orgasm builds with the swell of the music. You allow the pleasure to consume your entire body, the toe curling, stomach tightening, finger gripping sensation overwhelming you. 
The music becomes muffled in your ears when Jesse calls out your name. Opening your eyes, all you can see is him. Tunnel vision has never been more blissful than this. The moonlight illuminates his face and he stares at you with the same entranced look from earlier. It’s evident that you’re all he can see too.
The coil in your stomach snaps, sending shockwaves through your entire body. You grasp onto his knees tighter to keep yourself up right, bucking your hips on his cock chasing your high. He lets out a low groan, his stomach muscles growing taut and cock twitching inside of you. 
I feel like more. 
And you do. 
You feel more alive than you ever have. The numbness in your soul has vanished and there’s nothing but him and you want more. 
The euphoria that creeps up inside of you when you both orgasm at the same time is all-consuming and you hope he feels it too. One wave of pleasure after the other radiates through every muscle in your body, making you quiver relentlessly. You feel Jesse’s legs shaking underneath you, strangled groans erupting from him as he spills inside of you. 
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Jesse opens your car door and grabs your hand, the two of you sprinting towards his house. By the time you make it to his front door, you’re both soaked and laughing uncontrollably. Once inside, he leads you to his room to find dry clothes. You peel off your soaked ones and hang them in the bathroom to dry. When Jesse comes in with new clothes, you take them graciously, shivering from the rain.
You sit on the counter towel drying your hair as you watch him change. He turns around, catching you staring and he smiles at you. You curl your finger at him, motioning for him to come to you. He stands between your legs, his hands resting on top of your thighs. 
Placing the towel on top of his head, you rub it vigorously against his hair to get the excess water out. When you pull the towel down and around his neck you can’t help but giggle at how frizzy his hair looks. He leans to the side to see what’s so funny, laughing when he sees himself. You plant a kiss on his cheek and he looks over at you, a soft smile on his lips. He kisses you, holding your chin softly between his fingers. There’s no urgency behind it. He’s simply savoring every second he has with you. 
“Stay tonight?” He mumbles against your lips.
“I’m not going anywhere, Jesse.” 
He sighs contentedly, enveloping your face in his hands.  
“Tell me you mean that, Y/N.” 
This time, more than anything, you hope you do.
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twogyuu · 10 months
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When the Sun Kisses the Moon
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Pairing: Wonwoo x fem!reader
Synopsis: Home was neither here or there, but with him.
Genre: Fluff, angst but in a bittersweet way, forbidden relationship kinda, atla!au, of flames and fate!couple, bit of Romeo & Juliet (but they are problem solvers and not dumb 😀) firebender!wonwoo, leuitenant general!wonwoo, bounty hunter!wonwoo, outcast!wonwoo, waterbender!reader, southern water tribe princess!reader, earthbender!jeonghan (he's old), jeonghan is oc's caretaker, Lady Rin is a kyoshi warrior
Warnings: Mentions of food, smoking, and weapons; oc has a specific image, banter b/t oc and jeonghan, earth kingdom marriage traditions/rituals based off of this post by @atlaculture
WC: ~2.5k
A/N: My attempt at being poetic 😀 I went from 0 to 100 with this drabble relative to the last one. Sorry 😅 Bonus points if you catch the hint of where this is going?
the original drabble || nameless
. . . .
The early hours of twilight were serene. The weather was just right, with a breeze to quell the lingering heat of the day. The moon shone just enough to guide the sleepy workers home. The first few stars blinked into the night as Jeonghan stood on the balcony of his room that offered a grand view of Kyoshi Island. Silently, his finger toyed with the stem of the white lotus he had plucked from the pond earlier. Blossom season had already passed on Kyoshi Island; hence, flowers were scarce. This was the least he could do for you to decorate you for your special day. 
He sucked harshly on his pipe, letting the smoke fill his lungs as he closed his eyes, letting himself drift into the memories of the past. It had been a while since he had lived in such luxury after assuming your care. 
He almost forgot, he was an elite soldier of the Earth Kingdom at some point. 
Oh how he used to long for spacious bedrooms, silk sheets, and geese-feather pillows all those nights he had to squeeze himself onto a bamboo mat and thread-bare blankets under a shield of towering trees. Though they felt familiar, it not longer felt right. He snorted, not believing the way he preferred gruel to fine dishes now. 
Times have changed, he guessed. 
The screen door behind him suddenly slid open – Jeonghan didn’t have to open his eyes to know who it was. He could tell it was you from the heavy and rigid footsteps. Wonwoo’s were swift and quiet. 
Jeonghan smiled to himself. It was unfortunate that you didn’t develop the swiftness of a waterbender. However, he couldn’t help, but feel a small piece of joy, knowing his earthbender roots sank deep into your development. 
“Y/N,” Jeonghan spun around to greet you. Immediately, his gaze softened at you in your wedding garment: a simple fitted, long-sleeve white robe with deep green detailing along the hem and the waist. Light makeup dusted your features, your hair donned into a simple, neat bun. “You clean up nice, kid.”
You snorted, slumping over in your posture and made your way to stand beside him. You made a point to bump his shoulder. Jeonghan only chuckled, reaching up to tuck the lotus in your hair. 
“What’s that?” you reached up to feel the soft petals. 
“A white lotus,” Jeonghan explained, “It represents mental purity – not exactly what I have in mind as romantic for a wedding, but alas, it seems like the last flower growing on this floating piece of dirt they call an island.”
You nodded, amused. “Didn’t take you to be a flower guy.”
“There is much you don’t know about me, kid,” he made a point to secure it extra well, earning a small wince from you at the pressure. “Never underestimate an old man.”
“Noted,” you shifted to stand next to him when he finished. 
The two of you stayed like this a while longer, standing side-by-side and admiring the way the village below lit up, one building at a time. A simple view, but calming nonetheless.
“What’s on your mind?” Jeonghan asked, breaking the silence. You were normally talkative – he had raised you long enough to know that something was wrong when you grew quiet. 
You only shifted from one foot to another, face contorting as you tried to find the right words to voice your concerns. 
Jeonghan took one last puff of his pipe before turning to you and casting it aside. 
“You’ll die sooner if you keep smoking that thing,” you said abruptly.
Jeonghan chuckled, crossing his arms. “So kind of you to worry about my health when my head is about to be on your father’s table for handing you to the enemy.”
At this, you shrank back, any last words of banter suddenly evaporating from your tongue. 
“A-are you sure about this?” you stammered. You peered up at him, nervously. 
“About what?” Jeonghan asked. “Finally getting you hitched so I can get you out of my hair?”
“Jeonghan,” you said sternly, taking a step towards him. He glanced at you from the side and offered you a warm smile to help ease your worries. 
“I’ve lived a long and dangerous life, Y/N,” Jeonghan explained. “There’s not much that scares me anymore – not even death, itself.”
You gulped, feeling tears pricking your eyes. 
Today was supposed to be a happy occasion, but here you were on the verge of tears – and for what? An old man who teased you on the regular and smacked your wrists and ankles when you messed up a stance. 
“Then, what does scare you?” you asked hesitantly. 
“There’s a reason why I agreed to all of this, you know?” Jeonghan started. You were so . . . puzzled at how someone could look so serene in a situation like this. “You may not have been my child by blood, but in some ways, I feel more like your father than your father himself.
“He doesn’t know you hate anchovies. He doesn’t know that you can fix most things, but not sew. He doesn’t know you can’t sleep at night unless there’s a lantern on because you’re still scared of the dark,” Jeonghan paused, returning his gaze to the village. “You are my child and there’s nothing more a parent fears than losing them.”
You felt the first tear spill from your inner corner, trailing down the side of your nose. 
“But,” Jeonghan sighed, reaching over to swipe the tear from your cheek, “Even if he is stubborn, emotionally constipated at times, and most certainly your birth father’s last choice as a suitor . . . I trust Wonwoo. He will protect you, be it bandits on the road or his own people even.” Though he was smiling, melancholy laced his features, settling into the wrinkles on his forehead. To lighten the mood, he joked, “And I guess, he seems to like you enough and he makes you happy, so who am I to take that away from you – and vice versa.”
You managed to choke a small chortle amidst the sniveling. You shook your head, your heart filling with somber feelings that drowned you ability to even be upset and worried for him.
“Oh my, Y/N,” Jeonghan cooed. The pads of his thumbs swiped away at more tears. He then squeezed your cheeks together, your lips puffing like that of a fish. “Don’t cry so much – you’re gonna ruin your makeup! Can’t look ugly for Wonwoo or he’ll run away and I’ll be stuck with you forever!”
“You talk too much, old man,” you grumbled as you launched yourself into his chest. Jeonghan’s arms were quick to wrap tight around your shoulders, rubbing soothing circles into your back. 
He was glad the two of you were positioned like this where you were facing opposite directions – you wouldn’t see him cry.
You didn't have to voice it for Jeonghan to know it.
“I love you too, kid,” he muttered into your crown.
. . . .
What if the sun kissed the moon?
An eclipse merely meant the two heavenly bodies were aligned in parallel: one blocking the other from view every few decades. It was similar to the one or two seconds in which two strangers in the streets of Ba Sing Se passed one another. The irony in which two seemingly similar events were viewed in such contrast. One event was of essence, determining the fate of humanity; the other was blissful ignorance. 
Yet, this was the way of society – the way of the universe: the moon and the sun were fated to be strangers who merely passed each other every few seconds in the infinite cycle of time. 
They weren’t meant to be close to one another; but they also weren’t meant to be too far from one another. 
So, what if the sun kissed the moon?
A kiss meant . . . a collision. 
Chaos. 
Catastrophe. 
Disorder. 
Yet, they yearned for it more than anything. 
He who harvested his energy from the sun and she who felt the most powerful when the moon was full and bright. Yet, it was she who made his flame burn brightest and he who commanded her tides into hurricanes. They were worlds apart, but like the lovers of Omashu, they chose to reside in the fragile in-between, dancing an equally delicate dance and playing a game of push and pull to see who would leave first. 
But neither of them did. 
Your wedding was kept simple: a bowl of rice, the jade hairpin from the Festival of the Badger Mole, and Jeonghan’s prized dagger. Lady Rin and Jeonghan bore witness to your marriage. 
Cheeks stuffed with his half of rice, Wonwoo passed it to you to be finished. You couldn’t help, but giggle at him a little – it wasn’t every day the fierce warrior looked like a chipmunk. As if he read your mind, he was quick to turn away from you and hide the growing sheepish smile. The tips of his ears were tinted pink, your smile transforming into a grin. You wondered if he was going to get the hiccups with how fast he was chewing. 
Gingerly, you accepted the red bowl with both hands and held it to your lips. Though he was too shy to meet your eyes, you gave him one last look, sucking in a slow breath to engrave this memory of him in your mind. His face was clean of dirt and ashes that often smudged his cheeks, making him look seemingly more youthful than previous. You even noted how his hair had grown a little, the tips skimming his sharp brows. To match your outfit, he wore a beige tunic with deep green detailing – four buttons were aligned along his collarbone, strips of fabric were tightened around his wrist and forearms. 
Neither of you were earthbenders, yet in their kingdom and draped in their traditional clothing, you both felt more like yourselves than you ever did in your own respective nations. 
Here, he stumbled upon you (quite literally). 
Here, he became the companion you didn’t know you were missing.
Here, without realizing, you built a safe haven. 
He may not have known you your whole life, but he was there when you collapsed from overtraining trying to create a water whip. He was there to cheer and hug (though it was unintentional at the time) you when you first drew water from the leaves. 
But better yet, it was the little things with him that made you love him the most. 
Doing laundry was surprisingly entertaining – he was still getting the hang of the washing process, slipping more than once into the river. His hand in yours in walks in the market brought comfort and reassurance. He complained you about your bland cooking, but for some reason still ate it happily - it gave you all the more purpose to keep doing so. 
A warmth bloomed in your chest, not out of unease, but rather certainty. Perhaps it was not the fate society predestined for the both of you, but it felt right. 
This wasn’t a blind and impulsive decision as most would’ve thought. You both pondered on it, fought over it even, over several days and nights. Tossed and turned on the inn mats, gave one another the silent treatment when the pressure became too much, only to relent a day or two later, apologizing for your actions and quickly falling back into old habits. 
Alas all of it to arrive at only one conclusion: love was more than enough.
You never imagined it to feel quite like this – something stronger than gravity, something you needed more than food and water itself. Now that you knew it, without it felt like you were floating away; without it you felt hollow. 
Amidst all the decisions in your life, choosing Wonwoo was the only one you were sure of. You could only hope he felt the same having agreed to marry you. 
“Hurry up,” you heard Jeonghan hiss.
You scowled at him playfully, but he continued to usher you to finish your half. Opening your mouth you emptied the rice from the bowl, chewing it slowly. It was now Wonwoo’s turn to snicker at your demeanor, but he always took it a step further than yourself. 
“Cute,” you heard him whisper under his breath. He reached over to pinch your cheeks. 
Heat bloomed across your face. You shrank back from him, bringing a hand up to cool your skin to no avail. You resorted to the next solution of looking away from your lover, but only to be met with Jeonghan’s shit-eating grin. 
“Look at this,” he nudged Lady Rin annoyingly. “Young love!”
The proposal ritual was quickly followed by the exchange of gifts. They weren’t new or expensive per se, but they were cherished possessions. 
You tucked the dagger in Wonwoo’s waist belt and he spun you around to place the jade pin next to the white lotus  in your hair. He glanced at Jeonghan, figuring this was the elder man’s doing. You were never really into flowers. 
“I don’t believe in fate,” Wonwoo commented as he pushed the pin into your bun, “But this must mean something, right?”
“What do you mean?” you asked. 
“It’s Kyoshi tradition for the groom to give the bride a hairpin,” Wonwoo explained. “Kind of like . . . rings in the Fire Nation or necklaces in the Northern Water Tribe.”
“Are you saying you were proposing to me then? At the festival?” you snickered, turning around to face him. Your hands settled on his waist, mindlessly toying with his belt. 
Wonwoo reached for your hands, encasing them in his own. The rough pads of his thumb grazed across your knuckles. 
“You didn’t refuse,” he teased back. 
Taking him by surprise, you let go of Wonwoo’s hands and reached for his collar, gripping the stiff fabric into your fists. He winced, breath hitching at how close your faces were. If he just tilted forward a little more –
“I was a fool not to,” you joked quietly. 
He knew you didn’t mean it. 
“You can’t take it back now,” he noted, voice equally soft. 
Wonwoo wasn’t sure who moved first, you or him. With how the gesture felt like a reflex, perhaps it was him. He could care less about Jeonghan teasing him later this evening about being too eager – fleeting moments of embarrassment were quickly pushed aside. The truth was, Wonwoo was eager – eager to seal this union, eager to officially call you his, and eager to show the world what couldn’t be. 
Kissing you always felt like the first time: a spark that tingled his lips, followed by a familiar warmth that embraced his chest and the sense of ease ensued. He didn’t dare tell you, but it was probably his new favorite feeling: the rush of adrenaline and the gentle float down from cloud nine, greeted by the fact that you weren’t just a dream. 
A collision of worlds and phenomenon of what was forbidden come true: Jeon Wonwoo and you were an anomaly the world was never prepared to face.
But perhaps amidst the segregation, war-torn nations, and unrest regarding the avatar's disappearance, perhaps you both were what the world needed.
They just didn't know it yet.
And neither did you. 
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aangarchy · 4 months
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So while rewatching the live action trailer a 50th time i kind of started thinking about something.
There's a few moments in atla that always seemed untouchable to me. Not only because they were well executed when it comes to storytelling, but also bc we never actually see the moments in question. Examples are: the attack on the air temples, Ozai burning Zuko, Katara's mother's death. We hear about these from other characters who happened to be there, or in case of the air temples: we hear the moment being retold as history. It's the latter i want to expand on.
The original cartoon never shows us even a glimpse of the attack on the air temples. You could say "well it's a kid's show they can't show a brutal genocide" but honestly, we're talking about a cartoon that showed a skeleton on screen in the third episode, showed the main character getting electrocuted and plummeting to his death, and showed a man being drowned by a spirit. The reason they didn't show it imo, is because it makes sense for the narrative. This attack was a century ago. Everyone that witnessed the attacks and was old enough to remember them is dead. Bumi is the only person we know of that was alive at the time and old enough to somewhat remember, but he wasn't present. It's comparable to world war one for us. There's nobody alive currently that properly remembers WW1. We're being told about it in history class, we get shown those weird black and white videos of smiling soldiers on their way to their death, pushing carts through the mud, them shooting a few canons, the trenches etc. But there's no first hand recollections. The creators really drove home the point of the airbender genocide being ancient history to the current inhabitants of this world by never showing us the attacks itself, and only having it be a known historical fact. It's just something that happened, it was long ago, nobody remembers it. All they know is there's no more airbenders, they're extinct, and nobody remembers jack shit about airnomad culture and philosophy except those that study it (aka professor zei) and even then, it's based off of destroyed architecture and hard to find historical texts that i'm sure the Fire Nation tried their best to erase. The viewers of the show only get information about air nomads through Aang, and whatever flashbacks from his own memory he provides. It leaves us wanting to know more, and it feels extra tragic knowing we'll only have Aang to rely on to tell us the tales of his people (for atla specifically, i know we now have more info due to the avatar novels).
Netflix however, literally opens their trailer with three shots of the attack. The comet, then the fireballs being shot, then the firebenders and airbenders facing off. I don't like this decision to show the battle that took place, because then the point of it being ancient gets a bit lost. We as the audience get more information than the main characters have, and idk but to me that kind of ruins the experience?
Same with Zuko getting his scar. Not only are they gonna show us that, they put it in the trailer. Why? This is a very important character moment in the show that we don't even get to see bc it's told from Iroh's perspective and he looked away the moment it happened. Before this we were given crumbs as to how Zuko got his scar. And Netflix is just tossing it our way like Peeta tossed bread at Katniss Everdeen.
I might feel differently abt this when the show airs (although not likely lol) but currently i'm just kind of mad at these creative decisions being made man
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au where the arc family owns the Arc cooperation the predominant dust manufacturer in the world. while the schnees remained the noble knights of atlas.
the jaune however grew up humble by virtue of his massive family keeping him grounded reminding him that even as heir to the company he still was only a small part of something larger.
whereas weiss still had a toxic father and alcoholic mother and still was put under a lot of pressure to be perfect.
so personalities remain the same but status and wealth are switched
Humility and Pride
"Well done! Give it up for Jaune Arc, the pride and heir to the Arc Institute of Dust."
The crowd roared as Jaune's father finished exclaiming around him. People from all over Remnant, either close friends or business partners of his family had come together to cheer for the young scion of the Arc family name. As Jaune removed his helmet, he gave a smile to the cheering throng, especially the... similarly aged group of the guest family's daughters. That ended, however, when he caught his mother giving a scolding glare at him. As if to tell him, 'Keep it moving, lover boy.'
Jaune turned round the room, admiring the crowd admiring him through the cloud of ash that was the captured Grimm he had slain. Something about this felt wrong to him. True, the Grimm were awful monsters to be eradicated, but to turn it into a sport? But he knew why this had to be done.
After all, the headmasters of Beacon, Haven, Atlas, and Shade had sent some of their brightest minds to come view. In a special section of the atrium, on a balcony overlooking the entire demonstration. One such fellow made a fuss about seeing a mouse that everyone swore wasn't there. He'd hoped he wouldn't be attending that school.
But that would come later. For now, Jaune returned to the staging area, where he was to swiftly shower, change, and mingle with the potential future educators. After all, he was Jaune Arc, and when an Arc gives his word, he stands by it. No matter what.
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"It's about time you got home, Weiss. For a moment, I thought you'd finally had the guts to abandon us like your sister did."
Weiss ignored her father's comment. She made her way into her room, past the door to the obnoxious 'family history' of the once great Schnee name. If only she could ignore it as easily as her father's words. On her way, she also passed by her younger brother's room, glancing through the crack to find the young man staring in the dark at a screen of passing numbers on a black screen. She rolled her eyes and continued until she finally reached her room.
"Mom is out again." She didn't turn to greet her younger brother. "She's out with Mr. Sieben again."
"She's at her therapy-"
"No, she's not." He said. "I hacked into his garage camera. She's... She's been there for hours."
"He's her therapist. Maybe she feels more comfortable-"
"In his bed than father's?" Weiss whirled at her brother. His eyes were read and puffy. "I... I'm want to tell Mom tonight, but..." He gulped. "I'm scared of what Dad will do if he finds out first."
"If I find out what?" The two flinched and found their father glaring at them. He was always sober, which made him all the more terrifying. "Whitley?"
The boy trembled, shivering under his father's gaze. He opened his mouth. "I-"
"I'm going to Atlas." Weiss glared defiantly as her father shifted his terrible gaze to her. Unlike her brother, she would not cower. Not even when his fist came flying with her next act of defiance. "And you can't stop-"
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I agree I can see where love was put into the Netflix atla adaptation (the actors alone all so great), but I’m sorry, the writing was NOT one of them.
The writing was not perfect. But considering the episode constraints and the fact that future seasons were uncertain, they did well. Future seasons allows for them to show us more, and of course, there are some things I am hoping to see in each of the characters coming up. But the absolute bashing of the Netflix live action across this platform just does not fit the reality of what the natla adaptation was. People treating it on equal footing in the "disaster" category as the M. Night Shyamalan hot mess is laughable and ridiculous.
The fact is that this adaptation did the show justice. The CGI was beautiful. The scenery was breathtaking. The costumes gorgeous. The fleshed out backstory of the air nomads the day of the comet? Lovely and appreciated. The removal of filler plots and condensing of others? To be expected with any screen adaptation. See LOTR. The actors? So well casted. The writing? Perfect? No, but again, the love and respect for the original is clear and the changes do not make or break the thing.
People act like everyone is so different from the show when they really are not that dang different. Katara still gets to show her anger- not as much- but again time constraints. Sokka still feels like Sokka, even if his misogyny was tuned way way down; it is still there, but in a realistic and subtle way. Aang is shown as the innocent kid he is and his struggle to accept his role is replaced more heavily with guilt for not being there, which is completely still our Aang, and that "kidness" the writing chose to focus on just exacerbates the tragedy that is the fact that he has to face the Fire Lord and end a war to save lives. Uncle Iroh was well done; he felt believable. I like the fact that they didn't make him flirt with June; it was creepy in the OG. Ozai is still evil and twisted, and the fact that he shows emotion during the Agni Kai with Zuko just makes him seem MORE twisted; my father was a sick, twisted psycho that enjoyed psychologically screwing with me. The thing is that he thought he was doing the father thing well, even with the mental, emotional, and physical abuse. Let me tell you, Daniel Dae Kim is killing it as Ozai. He was so believable it was borderline triggering. And Zuko is still the broody, angry, lost son wanting to just go home that he should be season 1.
Everyone has their own taste. Some will not like it and that's fine, but it is often so extreme on here that it seems perfomative in my opinion. But again, to each their own if that's how you really feel.
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So how was Winter's first meeting with Acheius and knowing she has 10 brothers and sisters now
Uhh… Whitely, Jaune, Weiss, Jeanne, Saphire, Luna, Angela, Thiriana, Carol, Saphron, and Janette.
That’s… Eleven. Eleven siblings in total.
This should be fun.
Revelations Unexpected
Specialist Winter Schnee was putting her gear away in her locker when her dear friend came by to talk with her.
: Nice job out there, Winter.
Winter: Thanks. You did a great job out there too, Cinder.
Specialist Cinder Fall, was a girl who came from a rough background, but she struggled, and fought her way through all of that to become one of, Atlas’s top Specialists, and one of, Winter’s dearest friends.
Cinder: Still not good enough though.
Winter: Why is that? You handled taking down that pack of, Beowulfs flawlessly. Did you gut hurt?
Cinder: No. I accidentally melted the ground underneath my feet again; I nearly slipped, and fell flat on my face. Again.
Winter: Ahh, this again. Might I recommend training on your foot work on a ice rink later? I can send my summons after you if it helps.
Cinder: I’d appreciate that, thanks, Winter.
Winter: My pleasure. What do you say we do it…?
(Ping, Ping, Ping~!)
Their conversation was quickly cut short by an unexpected caller.
Cinder: Is that you?
Winter: Yes, it’s my… It’s my mother…?
Cinder: Your mother? What could that drunkard want?
Winter: Probably wants me to help to get her some sort of expensive bottle of vodka for her again. Hold on… Hello, Mother.
Willow: Hello, Winter. You’re… You’re looking well.
Winter: Thank you. You’re looking… Sober? Are you planing on fixing that; Did you call me to get you another expensive vodka, or something else of the sort?
Willow: No, nothing like that. In fact, I think I’m going to stop drinking from now on.
Winter: You are?
Willow: It would be for the best if I did. In the mean time I wanted to talk with you.
Winter: About what?
Willow: I can’t tell you over the scroll, this is a private matter we need to discuss.
Winter: This isn’t some sort of ploy by father to get me back into the, SDC is it?
Willow: Haa… I am such a terrible mother aren’t I…
Winter was about to reapond with curt, and blunt, ‘Yes.’ But, stopped when she noticed that her mother’s gaze was drawn else where as a soft smile spread across her face before her attention returned to, Winter.
Apparently her mother wasn’t alone, but them there was a question to be asked: Who was she with?
Winter: …
Willow: It has nothing to do with the, SDC, or Jacques, Winter, but… I need to… I have to tell you this… So please… Can we talk?
Winter: …
Winter: Very well… We can talk.
Willow: Really?
Winter: Yes, I will talk with you. I’ll be home within the hour.
Willow: Oh, I’m not at home, I’m in a hotel right now. I’ll send you directions, and we can talk when you’re here.
Winter: You’re not at home; Why?
Willow: I’ll explain when you get here. Okay?
Winter: Very well. I will be there swiftly.
Willow: I’ll see you soon. Oh! And, Winter?
Winter: Yes?
Willow: I love you. Bye.
(Click~!)
Winter stood looking dumbfounded at the screen as she heard those three simple words echo in her mind for what seemed like an eternity.
Winter: …?
Cinder: That was… Weird…
Winter: That’s putting it lightly. Mother is sober, she isn’t at home, and she wants to talk to me…
Cinder: And, she said she loves you.
Winter: Yes… That too… Whatever it is she wants to talk about, it must be serious. Quite serious.
Cinder: Do you want me to come with you?
Winter: No, but can you be on standby? I’ll send you a signal if things get hairy.
Cinder: Will do. I’ll try, and see if I can get some of the other, Specialist’s to help me.
Winter: Thanks, Cinder. I appreciate it.
Cinder: Hey, we’re bestfriends, of course I’ll always have your back.
Winter: And, I’ll always have your back if you ever need me.
Cinder: I know. Now, get going. Let me know how it goes.
Winter: Alright, here goes nothing.
~~~
Winter stood before the door to the hotel room her mother was currently staying at. Looking about to make sure she wasn’t being followed. After checking her surroundings she decided now was time to take the plunge.
Winter: Hmm… This place is rather pedestrian for mother’s taste. So why would she be here? Is she hiding? Hmm… Well, best just ask her herself.
(Knock knock)
(Click)
Willow: Hel… Winter! You’re here!
The door opened just a crack before bursting wide open to see her mother with a wide, and happy smile. She was about to rush forward, and hug her daughter, but quickly stopped herself as she noticed, Winter’s cold gaze.
Winter: Hello mother. Care to explain what this is all about?
Willow: O-Of course. Please, come in.
As, Winter came in, she noticed a duo of blonde’s, one male, and one female in the room. Apparently these two must be the ones her mother was talking to when she called her. The woman looked at her with a hint of excitement, and curiosity in her eyes. As for the man, he seemed to be looking for something when he looked upon her, but what was he looking for was the question.
Willow: Oh, these are some dear friends of mine. Allow me to introduce, Juniper Arc, and her husband, Acheius Arc.
Juniper: Oh, I have been waiting to meet you for so long!
Winter: Have you now?
Juniper: Well, for at least a month.
Winter: I see.
Acheius: Hello, Winter.
Winter: Hello, Mr. Arc.
Acheius: …
Winter: …?
Willow’s gaze darted between the three before her. The awkward stiffness that hung in the air between them was palatable. Broken only by the nervous stuttering from her mother.
Willow: W-Why don’t we sit down, and I can explain why I asked you to come here.
Winter: Very well.
Willow sat down on the couch with, Acheius, and Juniper sitting besides her. Winter raised an inquisitive eye at this as she took the a seat in the chair opposite of them. Silence hung in the air for a minute as, Willow’s gaze datred between the three of them, but soon stop as she turned over to see, Juniper gently grasping her hand, and giving her a calming, and reassuring smile.
Juniper: It’s okay, we’re here for you.
Willow returned her smile as she took a deep breath before she turned to address her daughter.
Willow: Okay… Winter… I have to be blunt with you, there’s no other way to say this, but… Jacques Schnee is not your biological father.
Winter: …
Winter: What…?!
Winter: I-I’m not, Jacques’s daughter…?!
Willow: No… No you’re not… Remember how I’ve told you how you were born prematurely?
Winter: Yes, you have. Am I to assume that wasn’t the case?
Willow: No, no you didn’t. You were born right on time. You see, one month before my wedding to that… That thing. Juniper here took me, and some of our friends out for a little hen party.
Winter: A hen party? What is that?
Juniper: A stag party, but for girls.
Winter: I see…
Juniper: So… When the party was over, and everyone was heading home, I will still in the mood for some fun, and so was, Willow. So, I dragged her along with me to the hotel I was staying at, and when we got here… Well I got a little handsy with, Willow. And, shortly after that my husband came to see us, and… Well, we…
Winter: Had sex? I’m a grown woman, Mrs. Arc. I can handle such foul language being spoken to me.
Juniper: I bet you can. But, can you say the same when it involves your own mother, and is about the night of your conception?
Winter held eyes with the, Arc matriarch for a moment before looking away with a faint blush on her face.
Winter: I would prefer not to, but I can if I must.
Juniper: Very well then.
Winter: So, the three of you had a threesome, and you were impregnated during said threesome.That would mean that you would be my father?
Acheius: Indeed I am, Winter. And, if you’re willing to, I would love to get to know you.
Winter: How can you even prove you are my father? This is just speculation, how do you know that I wasn’t really an early birth, hmm?
Acheius: What’s your blood type?
Winter: O-.
Acheius: And, your parents?
Winter: Both of them are, B+.
Acheius: And, both of your siblings, what about them?
Winter: B+… What blood type are you…?
Acheius: O-.
Winter: This isn’t possible…
Acheius: Look, I know this all sounds crazy, and the circumstances are at best happenstance. But… I see it as it is; That you are actually my daughter, and I’m your estrange father. And, if you want proof that we are actually related, then lets go have a DNA test. That way we can see whether, or not this is true.
Juniper: I thought you did believe she is your daughter?
Acheius: I do believe that she is my daughter; everything adds up too nicely to make it seems like its some sort of elaborate lie. And, I am more than willing to put my life on the line if it means I can save either of them, just like I feel for the rest of my family. But, if Winter needs proof that it is, or isn’t true. Well, let’s go see if it is. So, what do you say, Winter; do you want to find out if all of this madness is true, or just a lie?
Winter looked at the three of them, each of them had this pleading look of hope in their eyes. Whether they were hoping that she would agree to this test, or that she wasn’t, Jacques daughter, and was really, Acheius’s daughter she couldn’t tell. But, she still had some questions to ask.
Winter: If… If this is true… why didn’t you tell me, either of them for that matter that I am potentially his daughter?
Willow: When this happened, Juniper had recently had her third child by the time I found out you weren’t, Jacquess. What did you want me to do, burst into their home, and tell them that you were, Acheius’s child? I couldn’t risk that… They’ve been happily married for years now, I didn’t want to break that up. Besides, no one, but myself knew you were not, Jacques daughter. Everyone thought you were just born early. So, I shut my mouth, and told no one, and I was happy with that.
Winter: You were happy that I wasn’t, Jacques daughter?
Willow: At the time I was just happy that you were a healthy baby girl. Whether, Jacques, or Acheius was your father didn’t matter to me. Just that you were mine. However, after what your father did to me, you, your siblings, and to our families legacy… Well, would you feel a little better if it turned out he wasn’t your father?
Winter: …
Winter: I would feel a little better knowing I wasn’t related to him… Haaa… Fine, let’s go to the academy, we can get our DNA test there. Your argument on how this man could be my father makes sound sense. But, it could simply be a highly elaborate lie to trick me. If you are going to convince me that you are my biological father, then you must prove it to be true. Is that acceptable?
Acheius: I’m willing to believe what, Willow said is true. But, I gotta admit, I want to see if we really are father, and daughter, so let’s get going.
Winter: Alright then.
~~~
Cinder: Okay, I have several questions.
Winter: And, those are?
Winter’s focus was mostly at the console sitting before her as she typed in a serious of commands for the computer to execute.
Cinder: Why did we take a blood sample from that guy, and who is he at that? Who’s the woman standing next to him? Why is your mother wearing a hoodie trying to hide her identity? Why did we take a blood sample from her too? And, why are you bringing up your own medical records?
Winter: Several questions indeed… Okay, promise me you won’t tell anyone about this?
Cinder: Okay.
Winter: No, I’m serious, Cinder. You can’t tell anyone anything about what I’m about to tell you.
Cinder: Are you serious?
Winter gave her friend a cold gaze, one carved from ice, and stone. Cinder’s eyes widened in fear for a moment before she placed her hand over her heart, and said:
Cinder: I Cinder Fall swear upon my life that death will take me before I reveal the secrets you have told me.
Winter stared at the serious face her friend displayed before as she made her vow. Her eyes watched her friend intently before, Winter broke into a small fit of laughter.
Winter: Hahaha~! Okay, I appreciate your sincerity, Cindy, but don’t you think that’s a bit much?
Cinder: Maybe. But, hey, I got you to relax a bit now didn’t I?
Winter: That you did.
Cinder: So, what’s going on, Winnie?
Winter: …
Winter: Well, to answer your questions: The man there is, Acheius Arc, the woman next to him is his wife, Juniper Arc. The reason my mom is hiding her identity is because well, she’s in hiding…?
Cinder: She is, why?
Winter: The Arc couple more, or less snatched her away from my families home.
Cinder: Snatched? Wait… Did they kidnap her?!
Winter: No, they just wanted to take my mother away from our family’s home, and to a get her away from father so they could talk.
Cinder: About what?
(Beep, Beep!)
Winter: T-This…
Winter pointed to the screen before her as a shocked look enveloped her face. Cinder noticed the shocked expression on her friends face before she looked at the screen herself. On the screen it showed three separate, DNA samples, one from her mother, one from, Acheius Arc, and the last was one from, Winter herself. Cinder’s eyes scanned the screen lightly reading over over the words presented before her. However, her eyes widened in shock as one single sentence flashed before her.
“DNA Match Co firmed.”
Juniper: Oh gods…
Willow: It’s true… It’s really true!
Acheius: …
Cinder: W-W-Winter…?! What the hell is this…?!!
Winter: Cinder Fall… may I introduce to you my real biological father… Archeius Arc…
Acheius: Hi.
Cinder: Your father?! This man is your biological father?! When the fuck did this happen?!
Acheius: About twenty-three years ago.
Cinder: You shut it! Winter are you okay? This is, this is huge!
Winter: …
Winter: I… I don’t know… My father… Jacques is… is an absolute heartless bastard who doesn’t give a damn about anyone, even his family. He will use, abuse, and exploit anything, and anyone for a quick Lien… and, here’s a man… A man who I have know for not even a day, who has said he would willing sacrifice himself if it meant it would save either me, or my mother. I… I… How do you think I should handle this, Cinder?
Cinder: One step at a time?
Winter: It’s a very big first step though…
Acheius: Winter, can I offer up a suggestion?
Winter: You may.
Acheius: I’m not going to tell you, you have to start calling me dad, or anything. But, I want you, as well as your mother to come back with us where we can get to know one another. Do some father daughter bonding, get to know one another, and see how things go from there. And, if you want, we can become a proper family, or we can forget about all of this, and go back to being complete strangers. What do you say?
Winter: …
Winter: Very well… I will come with you. I’ll need to talk to, General Ironwood to obtain a leave of absence.
Juniper: Wonderful! Ohh~! I can’t wait for you to meet all of your new brother, and sisters!
Winter: Brother, and sisters; How many kids did you have?
Juniper: Eight.
Winter: E-E-Eight?!
Cinder: You’re kidding right?
Juniper: Yep! One boy, and seven girls~!
Winter: …
Cinder: Well… Explains why it only took one night for you to conceive, Winter…
Juniper: Yeah… I would have had way more children if the last one didn’t make me infertile… Haa if only… But… Say, Willow…?
Willow: Yes…?
Juniper: You wouldn’t be interested in giving, Winter another sibling, would you~?
Willow: Well… M-Maybe…
Winter: Mom?!
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I could have had this done ages ago! But, my brain…?! My brain no worky?!
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crownspeaksblog · 11 days
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I love korra! I love the legend of korra so much!! There's so much i love about this show!!
I grew up with atla, i remember coming home from school when i was a kid and watching atla and i loved it and later on, in my late teens i rewatched atla, from start to finish and i actually absorbed everything and i loved it so much more, atla is damn near perfect of a story for me!
And then i watched lok for the first time and i loved it too! I love the expansion of the world, i love the expansion on the lore, i love seeing how the world changed and develop, i loved republic city, i love that the world didn't stop after atla and that republic city was a something that the characters of atla developed. I love how much lore we got in lok, i love knowing that the lion turtle that came out of nowhere in the finale of atla, is actually the reason why bending exists in the first place, i love wan and ravva so much! I loved finding out how the avatar came to be!
I love the villains of this show, they're so much more than just straight up power hungry villains! I know some people think that amon being a bloodbender undermine the oppression of non benders and even though I'd have loved seeing a high level non bender villain, i absolutely love the story with amon! The villains of lok are genuinely one of the best part of this show!
And i just love korra! I love her journey, her growth and seeing the way some people talk about her, just makes me love her even more!
Yes, season 2 is my least favorite, but it's still so good and so fun! Some people act like it's the worst thing in television and it's just crazy! These people are so fucking dramatic!!
Yes, lok has flaws, yes, it's not as "perfect" as atla, but it's so fucking good!! And now that I'm older, i prefer lok, because it is more mature and more complex and just very compelling.
There's probably one thing i disliked about lok and it's the love triangle from the first 2 seasons, and even then, i didn't hate it, i was just annoyed.. and you know what, I'm more than okay with having 2 seasons of annoying love triangle stuff because it lead to korrasami!! Even though they barely got any screen time and some people still try to deny their relationship, I'm so glad it exists, I'm glad that korrasami is not just some non canon ship that fans like, it's actually fucking real! The creators made it as canon as they could!
In conclusion: i love atla, i love lok, i love korra and i fucking love korrasami!!
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sokkastyles · 1 month
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ATLA LA Ep2 Let's go:
I love that they kept a lot of the original music, but one thing I could have done without is the generic three-note chord to signal a cut to a scene with a villainous character. Those specific notes have been parodied too often for me to take it seriously. It's one thing that always jarred me in the original and it is especially jarring in live action to hear music that signifies a cartoon villain is about to walk on screen.
Zuko throwing things and chewing the scenery my beloved
"He ran! He's a coward!" I do love the angle of Zuko being confronted with the reality of what he thought would be a glorious destiny. There are two reasons Zuko associates not fighting with cowardice. One is because of what he believes about the fire nation as a whole, but also because of what his father made him believe about himself.
I do like that Aang is identifying that controlling the Avatar State is a problem he needs to solve. It gives me hope that the writers are trying to actually flesh out that plot point where the original failed. I don't like that there's been no mention yet of him needing to learn waterbending. Which brings me to...
Yes, Katara, it IS unbelievable that you've learned waterbending in a day all because Aang said some mumbo to you about energy. That's why I don't believe it. Katara does grow fast in the original, too, but it still feels organic. Here it doesn't and once again, it feels like they are giving that credit all to Aang and I hate that. I also hate that this is Katara's motivation rather than the Katara who took it upon herself to make sure the Avatar learned waterbending whether he wanted to or not.
There is something missed by Kanna giving Katara the waterbending scroll. Idk, trying not to compare to the original because I did want Kanna to be more active in Katara's life. But I get the same feeling of loss here as Aang already having Appa's whistle. Those two things in the original were part of a point about the tragedy of cultural attrition, that Aang has to buy back a cultural artifact that the seller does not even know the true meaning of, that Katara has to steal hers from pirates who already stole from her culture. It also begs the question that if Kanna had that scroll the whole time, why didn't she show it to Katara before, who was so desperate to learn waterbending?
Zuko talking about being gone three years, clearly ecstatic at the thought that his banishment will come to an end, while Iroh looks like he's about to send his son to his death for the second time. Kudos to the actors' faces expressing so much in that one scene.
The actor for Sokka is very good-looking.
Aang and Katara playing in the water was cute, but they seem even farther apart in maturity here than in the original. Even that scene comes across as a much older sister honoring a young child. I don't get a sense of Katara as someone yearning to be a child.
She's not wrong about the Avatar bringing connections, but Aang showing off isn't really the best illustration of that concept.
Okay, so, I saw some people complaining about Suki wanting to leave home "because of a boy" and like, that also happened in the original. What feels kinda pat here is that we've also added overprotective mom to the mix, which I don't love. When I said I wanted Suki's mom I meant I wanted to know how Suki became a warrior, I wanted to see more women bonding with other women and women's autonomy being treated as normal. Not whatever this is.
So they don't already know Zhao here? That's less interesting. Also "actual royalty." Another log to keep the "Zhao is a royal bastard" theory burning. Heh, burning.
Sokka is still a prick about girls fighting, everyone can rest easy now. Also his reaction when Suki tries to flirt with him the same way he does with her is exactly how that would play out in real life.
Aang avoiding fighting out of fear of his own power adds an interesting dimension to his character which is only briefly touched on in the original.
Zuko and Katara 1v1 yes!!!
Katara flashbacking to her mom's death during her first real fight is a nice touch.
KYOSHI!!!
Zhao wasn't very impressive until Zuko accidentally gave him a foothold, then that shit-eating grin was great.
I'll hold off on really commenting on this because I haven't gotten that far yet, but I heard that Ozai is more willing to praise Zuko here and it just does not make a lot of sense to me, not only because that is not how that kind of parent works, but also because hearing the news from Zhao, who would 100% play up Zuko having discovered and then LOST the Avatar, would just make Ozai see Zuko as more of a failure for having come close. Unless Zuko does something spectacular in the next few episodes I don't see Ozai being impressed.
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melsany · 4 months
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in this rewatch of voltron i have discovered that there is no fucking way shiro was out at the garrison or at any point during the course of the show:
1) his significant other was either a, not informed of his return even though he worked on site, or b, unable to because no one knew in the first place. (let’s be honest if adam had known he would’ve been with keith from the get go)
2) shiro does not send a video message home with sam holt in s4. mentions no family or homesickness at all.
3) he never speaks about adam. for 4 seasons we believe adam had no ties to anyone and only find out abt adam via a flashback. keith does know but only because the parental roles the 2 filled for him. and he doesn’t talk abt it either.
4) during the ride home he doesn’t talk abt adam
5) when they land he doesn’t ask for adam. he salutes iverson and then introduces allura romelle and coran.
6) his “big emo scene” abt finding out adam is dead only consists of him touching the memorial and saying “adam. im so sorry.” iverson offers no real comfort as one would if they knew the intimacy they shared so i can only conclude that
7) iverson and the entire garrison thought that they were ROOMMATES. COLLEAGUES. GOOD PALS.
8) he doesn’t talk to anyone abt his grieving.
9) we don’t see him meet curtis or develop any sort of relationship with him while they’re on the atlas for presumably months to years.
10) they get married waayyyy after everything is over which gives shiro time to come out off screen.
NOBODY FUCKING KNEW
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kitkatopinions · 4 months
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It's the last day of Nitpick November and I wanna talk about the 'canon compliant' additional content for RWBY.
First of all, it's incredibly annoying to hear that it's 'canon compliant' that Team RWBY worked with fucking Batman in another dimension and that's never once come up somehow in the main series, and it's impossible to hear 'Amity Arena is a game that exists in Remnant-' Like WHAT?!
But on top of that, I think media in general but RWBY especially would benefit from non-canon alternate universe content that experiments with fun concepts without having to worry about canon.
"This series of short animated episodes focuses on every day events and conflicts in a world where the war never happens." That would be great.
"In this manga, we see what would happen if the teams we all know and love never got together. Yang is partnered with Pyrrha, Ruby got saddled with Cardin, Jaune is partners with Blake, Nora is partners with Weiss, Ren is partners with a new character introduced for it that seemingly existed in the backgrounds as one of the shadow people." Awesome, sign me up.
"This special released web cartoon is a coffee shop AU where Ruby and Yang are both working at Ozpin's Coffeehouse in Vale and they keep meeting people from the show and it's all comedy driven and fun and cute and quirky." Sounds like a dream.
"Roleswap AU where the main hero characters are Emerald and Mercury and Ruby and her team are evil followers of Salem who need to get redeemed." YES PLEASE.
"Comic where Team RWBY actually suggested the 'use the staff to create bridges to get to Vacuo' plan when they first realized Salem was on her way, but because Cinder still showed up to try to wreck everything, tons more people fell into the Ever After and now we're going to follow the wacky shenanigans of Ruby attempting to get together all the Atlas people including still good!Ironwood, Whitley, the Happy Huntresses, the Ace Ops, Team FNKI, etcetera and get them all back home." I would definitely read that.
Instead they're like "Do you want to see Team RWBY go on some missions in Atlas set during a montage in season seven while they fight a union leader?" "How would you feel about watching VTuber RWBY talk about making microaggressions against Velvet?" "This arc set in-between V1 and V2 is about Weiss being anti-faunus in a dream where she has to be rescued and it will never come up in the main show.'
Talk about missed opportunities. I may not like additional fan content very much, but I'd like it a whole lot better if it was experimental fun concepts and less 'no see, this actually could've happened off screen.' Enough of Ruby already happened off screen, I don't need to add Batman into that list, thank you.
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Okay, finally got the photos downloaded! Uploading some of my favorites from the party on the 31st--thank you all again for coming! I'd say "hope to see you next year", but I think I'll see a good number of you before then!
[It's an image of Basil (@uncle-dusknoir), Rei (@mimikyumisfortune), and Rose (@roseberryboo) sitting on Vanilla's couch. Rei's taking up most of the space, laying down across it, with Basil pointing exaggeratedly at the Pawmark movie on the screen and raving to Rose.]
[It's an image of Sidon (@water-pokemon-appreciator) holding back two Zoroark from a bowl of chocolate… at the same time, you can see Cooper (@cooper-magnolia) looking, concerned, at Atlas (@spitefulfoxx), and Wolfgang holding Vanilla up like a giant kit. The latter is handing a few pieces of chocolate back to his big brother, an embarrassed look across their face.]
[It's an image of a battle! Rune's (@runicsorceress) Lampent appears to be aiming a Dark Pulse at Vanilla's Darmanitan, with Alex's (@frog-pokemon-friend) Bellibolt and Marjorie's (@marjorie-ann-miller-1949) Tangrowth watching on. In the background, Lt. Surge & Raiga (@sh0ck-w4v3) watch on.]
[It's a Rotom and Pory gathering! Widget the Porygon (@pokemoncenterofficial), Than-Than the Porygon (@water-pokemon-appreciator), Porypory in their phone (@uncle-dusknoir), Riley the Rotomdex (@cooper-magnolia), and Razer the Rotom (@amperage-speedway) are all busily replacing images in Vanilla's home with the image of her being picked up by her scruff. Just a little mischief. Sea the Rotom (@mimikyumisfortune) watches nervously from the side.]
[Whoa, that's an actual fire! You can see Rune (@runicsorceress), Martini the Gallade (@snowbell-glass-bar), Skye (@darkskyess), and Marjorie (@marjorie-ann-miller-1949) tossing pieces of paper into the fire. Jenna (@rotomblr-postal) is just stepping into the door, taking off her coat. She looks concerned.]
[It's midnight! You can see Anthea and Cordelia (@lovenpeace-pkmn), Tropius (@wingsofachampion), Dr. Liss holding a sizeable bottle of alcohol (@doctorlunaliss), Tula (@plasmaapologist), and Vanilla all cheering the moment. In the foreground of the image there's a giant, cake-shaped stack of Oreos, iced a little messily with the message "Happy Birthday Tula!"]
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