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marblesarelost · 1 year
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It was Fourth Elmsday night of the moon, and in the ForgePit, business was booming. Tankards and horns and glasses were filled and emptied and filled again for the crowd of men who kept pushing and shoving their way through the doors, xerx, human, pexach, even a kief or three.
And not all men, either, there was more than one woman of one race or another sidling in or shoving in or, in the case of one very nimble and imaginative xerx, crawling in between the legs and feet of others until she reached the bar and popped up to order a beer.
Women danced on the stage, hips and bosoms moving to the beat, laughing as their bright colored silks caught the candlelight, the badge of the Pillow Guild somewhere, usually around their neck or slung on the golden chains that jingled from their hips, rings and toe rings and bells in their hair; some on stage and some wandered the crowd, promising delight and rapture in the back rooms.
But it was Fourth Elmsday of the moon, and those sisters of the Pillow knew that they were not the show this crowd had come to see. At half-nick to Middle Bells, the dancers left the stage, the four-person band to the side stepped away as well, and the crowd began to still; now would be the worst time of all to be thrown out, to be so close and not to see?
Mallow the Hornman was led to the side stage, the bandage around his eyes white and clean, and his little box, ragged and scuffed, was opened to reveal his gleaming brass horn, polished as if it were a king's coronet, and he picked it up as gingerly, too.
The nickwick snapped Mid-Bells, and Mallow played a single note, low and sultry, it rippled through the crowd, igniting a low flame in almost every person's guts, a flame that only rose when the candle flickered on the blades.
You always saw the blades first; no one ever could tell why, unless maybe a mage or something, but it was often discussed at length by those who had seen the show more than once.
The swords, each a hand and a half, rose to the air and crossed, and then you saw her. She was Xerx, no doubt; her fangs and tusks were snow white, her hair dark, dark brown, like good rich earth. Her skin was gold, not just yellow, but gold, and as she stepped up to the middle of the stage, the candles caught on her skin just so, to show the oiled muscles of her arms and calves and thighs as she began to move to the music Mallow played, the swords always moving with her.
They were proper blades, too, as she showed when she sliced right through a dozen candles to one side, hot wax sputtering over a man who had dared to reach for her ankle; Dav and Cars grabbed him up and dragged him to the side door as she kept moving, dipping, blades spinning, her breasts never quite escaping the low necked, short cut silk blouse, her skirt just enough to hide her buttocks and her pleasure away; she danced and flung the swords round and about, up and down and back again, twirling until the blades moved fast as ribbons round a maypole, and as Mallow hit the last long note, she flung herself up into the air, turning once, twice, and came down on one knee, swords crossed, back to the crowd, and laid down flat backed, chest heaving from the exertion, sweat darkening her blouse, to thunderous screams and applause.
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bluerosefox · 4 months
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Possessed Pearl's
You know how in some ghost stories sometimes its not a person or a land that's haunted but the items?
Well what if, when looking for a mother's day gift for his mom, Danny is looking around a pawn shop and finds a necklace, it's missing some pearls but it's just enough to pass off as a decent gift. Danny humms but decides against it and goes to leave it....
That was until he gasped out blue frost and spots a ghostly woman appear out of the necklace with a somber smile. She isn't as seeable as the other ghosts in Amity though, meaning she doesn't have enough ectoplasm on her own (that might change the longer she's in Amity and around Danny though) and that right now only Danny can see her.
And Danny well... hes been doing his hero gig for a bit now, might go and ask if there was anything he can do to help.
And later Danny's good deed... bites him back. Oh boy. Because now he has the Bats looking into Amity Park... Wait what do you mean Martha is now strong enough to be seen?!
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sesamenom · 5 months
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Gil-galad Variations, featuring all the gil galad theories i've encountered.
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radioducky · 2 months
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Lucifer, kissing Alastor a little aggressively: Hey, Bambi.
Alastor, returning it with the same aggressiveness: Good Morning, little King.
Husk: …What the actual FUCK!?
Angel: Did we, uh… miss somethin‘?
Vaggie, exasperated: Ugh, they’re playing some stupid game… ‚gay chicken‘ or whatever the hell that was.
Husk, confused: They play what now??
Charlie, squealing of joy: Gay Chicken!! It’s like a bonding game where they have to pretend to be gay together for as long as they can, and whoever chickens out first loses! Look how wonderful it works already!!
Vaggie: Calm down, Sweetie.
Angel: How in the ever lovin‘ fuck did these two convince themselves to go through with it?
Vaggie: Lucifer accused Alastor of being too scared to play it anyways, but you know how Alastor can be…
Charlie, ecstatic: He didn’t back down and accepted the challenge!
Angel: Well… I’m not gonna lie, it’s hot as fuck though. Husk, how about-
Husk, storming out: NOPE!
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 months
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Thank you all for voting in the poll to decide who was going to be the leader of the band! It turned out to be such a close race!
#poorly drawn mdzs#better drawn mdzs#mdzs#madam lan#A-qing#Band AU#(Reminder that Madam Lan's design inspiration goes to Qourmet!)#Madam Lan may have been the winner per vote count but there were so many strong advocates for A-Qing!#I played around with a few versions of what the 'poll winner' art was going to be and ultimately decided I wanted them both.#As any good theater love knows though - The battle for leadership was a ruse. They *all* get a chance to be featured.#Cooperation was the real end goal! However I do think these two have the best frontman energy of the group.#Or at least 'crowd favourite' energy. I also really loved hearing what people thought their vocal styles would be like!#This was probably one of my favourite polls to do and I love drawing these characters a lot B*)#I'd love to spend a bit more time in this AU so count on me bringing it back.#One thing I keep feeling like I need to redeem myself on is Madam Lan's Translucent skirt. I have *not* done the concept justice yet.#It is such a crack-platonic ship but I want to think Madam Lan and A-Qing would enjoy each other's company.#Possibly also with JYL as well. They can be like mutually beneficial therapy dogs to each other.#Madam Lan never got to see her kids grow up into teenagers after all. She only had sons. Never daughters.#Even if she saw her kids once a month we do know she treated them with so much love and kindness.#She would bite the shit out of YZY for yelling at JYL. What a sight to see. A-Qing would also start biting (for fun).
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iphigeniacomplex · 7 months
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breaking my silence on chess the musical to say that i would literally not give a fuck about this show if i thought it was good or fully successful at what it is saying. SORRY! i love how messy she is. i love how since 1984 and continuing to this very day people with entirely different perceptions of and opinions on the musical have attempted in their own ways to "make it good" by creating all these different versions with like notably different plots, characterization, and song order, and i love how fucking bad the vast majority of these are despite it all. i hope people keep trying to fix chess the musical forever and until the end of time. i hope no one ever figures it out. i want every currently living theatre director in existence to make their own version and for all these versions to come out on broadway at the same time, making that year's musical season entirely comprised of various different versions of the cold war chess musical by tim rice and half of abba. i want not only our greatest minds but also our middlest-of-the-road and worst minds to come up with their own conclusions as to why chess does not entirely work in its original form or any subsequent forms like to really think about it and yes i do want someone to dedicate their entire life to perfecting chess by releasing version after version after version until they die peacefully but still, as always, in the grips of obsession. i want marriages to be broken up. i want mental states to be shattered. i dream of this world
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itspileofgoodthings · 2 years
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Good morning what are the movies or tv shows that traumatized you as a kid mine are the BBC production of A Christmas Carol and a handful of David Suchet Poirot episodes
#my dad always thought if something was well done it was appropriate for children#so we never watched the silly little kid version of things. The muppet Christmas Carol? My dad would N E V E R#anyway a Christmas Carol ruined Christmas for me for YEARS#i hated to think about it#and poirot was just. traumatizing#there’s one called murder on the links which involved a golf course at night which is one of the most terrifying locations I can imagine#also there’s one called death in the clouds#and poirot uncovers the murder because there are two spoons on the dead lady’s tray of airplane food#and the way he says ‘he picks up a spoon giving him the task of a waiter to carry out’#when explaining the murder at the end to this DAY sends chills up my spine#I know this is very obvious but the thing about fear is that it isn’t about logic or reason but it is about revelation#it’s like the flip side of moments of good and happy insight#at least for me#what terrifies me is a moment where some kind of evil is revealed in a blinding FLASH#a motive or (I guess) a ghost#and there is this presence of some malevolent entity underneath the reality of things#and something about it being SEEN almost more than it existing#is so scary. Like I.#Poirot uncovering the murder and describing it with such studied fascinated careful attention#pulling back the layers of a blind of one kind or another#shakes me to. my. CORE.#and it’s all so visual and instinctive. it’s one tiny little moment that doesn’t fit suddenly pulling back the curtain of reality#with such terrifying abruptness#makes me want to sit down and cry like a baby#the knowledge of evil doesn’t scare me. as in it doesn’t elicit an emotional/physical reaction of fear#but seeing it in embodied action. again. where it’s some tiny ordinary little detail suddenly ripping reality as you know it to shreds#the surprise of it. the recalibration it demands#I !!!!!!!!! Get so afraid
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dailyloopdeloop · 2 months
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DAY 7: i miss my wife bonbon
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schwarz-san · 6 months
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Danny is a normal fourteen year old boy in a household in a normal family.
His parents are doctor and engineers and has a smart older sister who likes psychology. He has a goth and a technerd as bestfriends in a normal highschool.
Then all of a sudden he's been kidnapped to be used as a sacrificed to a Eldritch Death God from beyond by some cult that literally came out of nowhere—
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Danny is a normal kid.
Well, as normal as a kid of a couple with triple doctorates in Chemistry, Engineering and Demonology as well as black belt in multiple martial arts could be anyway .
He has a older sister that is interested in Psychology and proficient with Matial arts.
He's friends with a rich rebellious goth girl who likes plants and a tech genius boy who could probably hack pentagon if wanted that likes meat.
Life is fine.
Then he got interested in demonology and started reading his parents books.
(Maddie and Jack is so proud, their boy is following their footsteps!)
He then read something about a High Ghost King of The Infinite Realm from one of their ancestral books from his dads side. Way back when the Fentons was still called Fentonightingale's and still worked as the greatest and most infamous supernatural hunters around in the olden days.
He got hooked very quickly.
He studied and research more and more about the Ghost King, learning that its existence could be seen through out multiple civilization and mythology all across the globe and has been around way, way back to ancient greece, china, japan, egypt and so on.
He learned that it was considered as a Death God, Eldritch in nature in some cases. That its also represent life and death, balance, Stars, Planets, space and the entire cosmos itself as well as the sea of possibilities, that is simply known as the multiverse in modern culture.
It was known through various titles such as The Balance between Realms, The Absence of Heat, The Protector, The Great One, Halfa and many more with the title High Ghost King of the Infinite Realms being his most notable one.
Danny loves learning about the ghost king and the infinite realms.
On how it was the afterlife, and how it hold all other afterlife with itself. Its pantheon, its customs and its king.
Life is fine.
He graduate highschool with honors and recently got accepted in college, aiming for Engineering.
(He may love studying the supernatural but he still loves space and still defenitely aim to be an astronaut.)
Life is fine.
Then it reality came crashing down all in a blink of an eye.
His family got caught in a rouge accident while visiting gotham, only danny survived.
People who wants his parents tech and research are all hounding danny for their patents, for their tech, their researchs.
And they never stop.
Time passess and Danny is just tired of everything.
He dropped college.
He's pennyless.
Jobless.
His friends are out of reach.
(He heard rumors about the government and high standing people hounding them as well due to their connection with him)
And pretty much after that, he loss just about everything he has.
All except his fenton family heirloom books and his parents researchs.
So he lays on the floor of his crappy rundown apartment, disheveled, thick dark lines under his eyes, and unshaven face. His books, his parents research scattered and discarded around him on the floor along with numerous empty bottles and cans of beer and alcohol. Some bottles were even broken.
Danny is drowning and life is not fine.
Despair clawed deep in his chest as he continue to drowned in just about everything.
Despair
Sadness
Anger
Hate
Loneliness.
So on, so forth.
It was too much. Too much for a simple man like him too bear alone.
Until one day, he just can't anymore.
Broken shard from empty bottle of beer fall on his hand and his mind swirls. Every emotions, every suffering and all of his despair cultivating in to a potent, potent poison like poisonous critters fighting inside a poison jar.
He raised the broken shard in his hand before his bloodshot eyes fell on a discarded open book on the floor.
The Fenton family heirloom.
One that mentions the King of the Infinite Realms.
Then all of a sudden, memories rush back to Danny like water from a broken dam.
His childhood.
His parents.
His sister.
His friends.
His dreams of flying out of the planet.
His obsession with the ghostking and the ghost zone as his family labeled it.
His happy memories.
The accident that take everything away from him.
On how he loss everything.
On how… he doesn't have anything else to lose.
The fact that he doesn't have anything else to lose.
Tired, resigned and resolved, danny made his decision and blood fell to the floor.
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Danny is an engineer.
A very smart one infact that he was often compared to the likes of Tony Stark and Reed Richards.
CEO of Fenton Works and formerly, Dalv co. (His Godfather insisted of making Danny inherit everything and Danny doesn't have the heart to refuse a dying man) , which he merged with his parents small company with the same name Fenton Works.
They are advance compared to other tech companies and could keep up to Stark's tech (probably one of the very very few that could keep them on their toes) that continue to ridiculously advance at a terrifying pace due to continuous study of alien tech that Stark manage to observe and get his hands on due to his superhero stint.
(No. Danny isn't jealous. Not by the fact that Stark could go in and out of space at his leasure. Not by the fact that he could go to other planets or the fact that he could meet real life aliens. No, shut up Tuck. Seriously dude, stop laughing–!)
Life is fine, he's engage and happy with his life and his family.
Then he got on a accident.
Sam is in coma, with no concrete time on when she'll wake up.
Her parents were angry of course but relented when they saw that state danny was in.
His arms were crushed and he cant feel anything from them.
The vary same hands that he use to craft. The very same hands that sam compliments whenever he made a new invention that made that hammer dude green with envy and made stark speechless.
Fenton work is declining. It wasn't obvious yet but they are slowly losing footing in the industry. All because he couldn't make anything new.
His parents helped, and the only reason that the company isn't crashing and burning to the ground yet. But even they could not totally prevent the company's slow and steady decline.
They then tried to find a way restore his hands.
They tried a lot of things, cybernetics to medical operations and medication, so on, so forth. They worked. But only by little as everything felt horryfyingly wrong whenever he tried any of his options, but for the sake of the fenton works, danny endured. Everything to ensure sam that everthing is alright the moment she woke up from her com.
It's been half a year since then.
Danny was in his office, typing on his computer with the Fenton Ghost Gloves on his hands that let him do work despite the condition of his hands when Wes suddenly barged to his office holding a flyer, yelling something about a way to permanently heal his hands and a possible way to wake up Sam from her coma.
That immediately got Danny's attention.
With hope in his eye and determination burning in his chest, Danny take the flyer and went to the place right of the bat. Lets just say that it wasn't what he was expecting at all.
Danny new of the supernatural. Kind of hard not to when your family have a been written in history books a the worlds greatest and infamous Supernatural Hunter bearing the Fentonightingale name and with Gods and all the magical shenanigans that keeps happening left and right that the Avengers have to deal with.
Which means that he shouldn't have been surprised that magic is involved with the flyer promising miraculous healing.
It's also strange (hah) to meet Stephen Strange again.
He knew the man, a little arrogant but definitely have the skills and talent to back it up. He also heared that he had an accident similar to his that led him to give up his medical career entirely unlike danny who make do with his fenton gloves.
Now he's a sorcerer, not just any sorcerer but The Supreme Sorcerer and may have been a Avenger now for all he knew. Doctor Strange, then gave him the option to either help him heal his hands or learn magic.
Danny chose magic of course.
(Sam would be so mad the he went on and learn magic on his own without her and Tucker)
Now, he just need to learn the magic to wake her up safely.
A year pass and Danny is a full bown sorcerer.
It baffled everyone how fast he learned that he's already nearing the Supreme Sorcerers level with only just a year. Definitely faster than the progress that Doctor Strange himself shown.
They all shuddered in horror once they heared his family name though, and Danny understand their reaction. A descendant of Fentonightingale himself, the greatest Witch Hunter, having magic is a image that they never would have imagine.
That said, it's also been a month since Sam woke up ( there was so much crying involve) and has been in rehab ever since.
She's mad that he learned magic own his own as expected and demanded that she and tucker learn it as well.
(He couldn't say no to her)
It also a shock to learn about Tuckers potential with magic, something about having Egyptian roots. Sam is jealous. Well, that was until she obtain some form of plant magic and make herself a walking terror to everyone.
(The illegal loggers and companies were not ready)
Meanwhile, Danny's specialty is tapping and looking through diferent dimentions, secretly of course, and space magic as well as exorcism related magic in honor of the Fentonnightingale name.
Life is well.
Until one day when he was scrying through other dimension, he encounter a very very large, endless dimension consisted of green skies. It's a dimension that Danny doesn't recognise so he got intrigue and he knew he should have told Doctor Strange immediately but well… his curiosity get the better of him and he take a peak. Just a little wee bit of peek and—
A massive Eldritch Eye looms and stare back at him.
"Uhhhhh—GAAAAAAAAAAHHHH—!"
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It's been Eons and Danny has been The High Ghost King for quite a time.
Probably more considering that time in the Realms never really flows in a linear Fashion.
(He could tell, with all the time he spent at Clockwork's Lair, his position as the High King, dominion over Space and the fact that Time and Space are always intertwined and are lowkey perpendicular to one another so it's nly natural for him to do so)
Danny just got back from his vacation to another universe and may or may not have traumatize a lot of people (Arceus still won't remove the barricade he put at the Hall of Origins, Giratina may be traumatize as well but enjoys watching Arceus suffer so its worth it. Revenge for being lock away in his own lair. Hah!) And is feeling great! Sure Tuck and Sam were mad that he leave them with his own paperworks but can you say no to this adorable face? (Sam and Tuck grumbled as Danny make the Ookemon team he got from vacation to do puppy eyes with him and aim it to Sam and Tucker, like seriously, its not fair! Hes thousand years old how can he stay adorable after all that years!)
They forgave him but demand that they be included along when Danny decide to have another vacation. Though not before stealing his Pokemons and dumping athe backlogged paperworks on his desk.
Great…
So there he is, doing work like he hadn't taken a vacation and a Mt. Everest worth of paperworks.
(Danny doesn't know what he'll do with out his duplicates)
He's done about half of them (what can he say, hes fast and just want to go to bed) when he felt something.
He could feel it. The ripples from countless universes hapening everywhere all at once, they touched the surface of the Infinite Realms and made themselves known. Normally, ripples isn't something to be worried about. There will be people, gods, cosmic beings and such that will always deal with them one way or another so beings from the realms rarely bothered. This one though is different. Because it messes with the realms, something that almost never happened before.
Further more, he could feel something tugging at his core, which only happens when he was being summoned most of the time.
Putting his paperwork aside (oh yes, finally a valid excuse), Danny take a look to the one he could feel is scrying throigh the realms with magic.
He tuen Eldritch and peak back to the rude person peaking without permission.
Danny wasn't expecting to see a version of him scrying through the realms with sorcery of all things.
He shut his Sorcerer version's spell as he heard the man scream in terror.
(Danny snorted, for some reason, he found it hilarious)
Welp, I guess it's about time to visit Clockwork.
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57sfinest · 1 year
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calling harry a “can opener” was SUCH a good play for so many reasons i think about it every day.
in the context of his work, it makes him a tool. as many people have pointed out, including martin luiga, part of the hdb tragedy is that he simply cannot leave the force, and his superiors know that and are using it to their advantage. no matter what happens, even if harry hated every nanosecond of every bit of the work and wanted to leave, he can’t and won’t leave. they can leverage anything they want against him and then reel him back in with a facade of kindness when they “allow” him to keep his job, as long as he does what they want him to. the 41st knows he has this inexplicable talent with people and they use him for it. he’s a cop: that talent can be used in so many awful ways, to push so many different agendas. and they won’t even be his own. a can opener has no particular desire to open a can, aside from maybe the satisfaction of fulfilling a purpose. a can opener has no agency, it’s just a tool for someone else to use to get what they want. and he’s learned to be okay with being used as long as it means he gets to stay. his complacency with this system makes him guilty even if he’s also being harmed by it.
but in the context of his personal life you kind of... flip it. the people around him are going to be opened up whether they want to be or not, and it’s terrible for his relationships. it’s shown that the questions, the prying- the can-opening- it’s become inextricable from who he is as a person. it’s like he doesn’t know how else to communicate, except it’s hardly communication when you’re just ripping people open. he’s invasive as all hell, although whether he means to be is debatable. he’s the kind of person that wants to take things apart to see what makes them tick. he dissects people, but really that’s too delicate of a word for what he does; if he doesn’t get what he wants right up front, he’ll abandon all subtlety and go for brute force. if he can’t get your screws loose he’ll just smash you on the ground and pick through your pieces until he’s satisfied, and if what he did to you isn’t fixable? oh well, there are other cans to open. 
and he’ll use it for personal gain: we already know he is (was?) manipulative. once he knows how you operate, he knows how to make you keep him. he can yell or he can cry; he can threaten you or he can threaten himself; he can be completely suffocating or he can withdraw completely; he can be an incorrigible liar or brutally honest; he can present himself as a threat or a joke or a talent. he’s a chimera- that’s why he’s got this inexplicable magnetism, even when people know they shouldn’t like or trust him. fidelity of character means nothing to him. he’ll be whatever he needs to be as long as it gets him what he wants. the can-opening is just his way in.
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ribbononline · 8 months
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Small snippet of Mother Earth and Her Infinite Sky (preview) by @silverjirachi ! Admittedly very compressed down to fit into a single page. But still!
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mizartz · 2 years
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The man with his rucksack raises the gun. Danny looks at him, really looks at him, sees his wide eyes and trembling hands and thinks that it serves him right. Danny’s own eyes glow green and bright, blood dripping down his face. “Better make it count,” he snarls.
fanart for close enough to be whole again by @hailsatanacab <3 i am obsessed with this fic!!!
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sixth-light · 1 month
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Finished watching the Netflix ATLA live adaptation, having gone into it with absolutely no expectations whatsoever or intention to necessarily go past the first episode if it didn't catch my attention. While it was firmly unnecessary when ATLA existed as an entire piece of art as its creators intended it...it's not half bad? Like, talented cast including the newer actors, decent cinematography/costumes/etc, but what worked most about it for me is that it takes a very similar approach to the WoT TV show in regards to its source material.
Namely, it's working with a closed canon and it's very clearly trying to adapt the entire story rather than do a 1:1 adaptation of each section. So, like WoT, it's unafraid to chop and change up the story order, to introduce characters earlier who only came into prominence later in the original work, to give more depth and space to its villains, and to straight-up write new material rather than trying to stick meticulously to the original text wherever possible. It also does a lot of work to tidy up some of the less-well-aged parts of its source, which lands probably 90% of the time. Basically, it's doing the work to keep me as someone who knows the original story well interested by giving me new scenes and things to chew over without losing the essence of the original. If you're going to do a fairly unnecessary high-budget live-action remake of a twenty-year-old cartoon series, that's not a bad way to go about it.
Let it not go without saying that it has also cast Asian and Native actors as well as handing the story over to Asian-American/Canadian writers and directors and that does matter. Unlike WoT it doesn't have a gay agenda, but to be fair the first season of ATLA (original flavour) barely had a romantic agenda period.
As I said: it's not necessary, but it's not at all bad, and I will watch the next season at least on purpose. I think if we're going to be trapped in remake/adaptation hell for the foreseeable future we can do worse than have them made by people trying to give some new dimensions to the story. I also think the people making this show would do a hell of a job with a Legend of Korra live-action show, and that is a story that didn't get its full due originally and would benefit from being made for an older audience. Plus, the gay agenda is right there. If this show does well enough to greenlight a Korra show...I could find some genuine excitement about that.
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booasaur · 8 months
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Harlan Coben's Shelter - 1x03
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bklily · 8 months
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This weekend we had Bi Visibility Day, so here's the visible (canonical) bisexual kings of Twisted Wonderland, reminding you we're visible everyday 💅
...Well, except in the English Version maybe
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skitskatdacat63 · 6 months
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The only important part of the driver intros 🥰
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