#Avitaring time

[eric-sadahire]

My favorite part of Avatar is when Avatar says “It’s Avataring time!”

And then Avatars all over the place.

[xan-izme]

"Bad Guy" (Dad!jake x Villian Daughter reader)

Summary: Jake didn't just leave you on a rotting planet, he did so much more. He barely showed his fatherly side to you, he was on Marin mode 24/7. The night before he left was what pushed you to the edge, after years of him not returning, was your braking point. He left you, his own daughter and betrayed his own race. If he can do that, what's wrong with leaving behind your own humanity?

TW: Death, mentions of death, child neglect, drinking, manipulation ect.

tag list: @kkkmm @myh3artttt

How far can you push a child's love and loyalty. Till they no longer can tell the difference between the two?

Raising children is known to be a very complicated task. But it was a part of life. Parenting is tricky, anything you do or say will affect your child's behavior.

Jake didn't think like that. You were his first child, a girl at that. Your mother was just a one night stand, but he did know her. She was a friend from before he lost his legs.

When you were born, he was already in a bad spot. So a child being dumbed on him in his situation wasn't the best.

So, when raising you, he tried his best to show you that the planet they were on was cruel, and that you need to fend for yourself sometimes. He might have been harsh with his words, but you had some sort of understanding that it wasn't out of meanness. Jake was strict. Set up curfews, schedule for all classes and hang outs. Knowledge of your whereabouts was a must.

But all of that understanding and balance you two had, was quick to shatter. The night before Jake was to leave for Pandora, he was drinking. Yes, Jake drinks a lot, and you know that.

But his twin brother just passed, for the paper he had in his pocket. Sadly, you came back home 15 minutes late.

So, when you tried to get Jake to bed, he was just complaining about you coming late.

Jake was grumbling something while you were trying to clean up the bottles that were laying around.

He complained about the military, about his parents, the people and his twin.

"And you, Y/n"

You stood in place, watching your father point at you, bottle of alcohol in hand. "You killed your mother . . . and now, you're killing me."

Those words hit you like nothing before.

Jake threw the bottle towards you, it missed, but you wish it did hit you and just killed you.

The next morning, you locked yourself in your room. You refused to open the door. No matter how many times' Jake apologized, no matter how hard he begged.

His words of promises to come back and make it up to you, were probably the only thing that made you feel some type of sympathy. And hey, if he did come back, the two of you might have had a decent father and daughter relationship.

You just had to wait for 6 years or so.

Then 6 years turned into 8. 8 years turned into a decade. Then you got word of what Jake had done.

Betrayed his own race, fell in love with a native and started a whole new family. And on top of that! he got legs! isn't that lovely, good for him. And all Jake had to do was leave his pathetic, no-good daughter on a rotting planet to get the life of his dreams.

The amount of anger you felt could not be explained. Wanting to take revenge, wanting your old man to feel unexplainable pain you had been suffering. You applied for a spot in the RDA. Specifically, in the Daja blue group.

It took a lot of training and strings pulled for you to get in that program. But you got in, and once you showed your skills, you were immediately welcomed in.

"Ms. Sully-"

You held back the urge to give the operator a look, not liking being called but his name. But his name is a part of your plan. You want people to know that you're his, that you came from the same Jake Sully.

"Your Avitar is ready."

You hummed and followed the woman. You two passed many other avatars. Then finally came to a stop at one that oddly looked like you. You stared down at the young body.

You were currently in your mid 20's, but avatars are made to be way younger than you currently were. This one looks about 18 or 19. You didn't mind. As long as the body was capable of handling her plan for Jake.

You must say, Pandora was more beautiful than you expected. Such beauty shouldn't have been wasted on Jake. You honestly didn't care for Quaritche's reasons or his mission in general, all you wanted was to install fear and dread into Jake.

Thankfully, Quaritche seemed to not mind what your little mission was. The only thing you two had in common, was to put Jake down. Break him in unimaginable ways.

"Your one of his" Quaritche mumbled. But you heard what he said. Your ears perked as you slowly made your way to the small Na'vi boy. Now seeing by his fingers and looking closely at his face, he held a close resemblance to Jake, that caused you to stare rather hard.

You kneeled down and looked your half-brother in the eyes. You then heard a voice, a voice that you could never forget. You grabbed the innercom that was still connected to the boy's neck and tossed it to Quaritche. As the older man spoke to Jake, you grabbed your half-brothers face, examining it.

The boy growls and roughly moved his face out of your hand.

"Let us go you demons!" The boy hissed in his native tongue. You scoffed in amusement and took hold of his hand, roughly putting it in front of his face, then put your hand against his. Matching all five fingers.

"We are more similar than you think boy." Your words shocked the boy. Leaving him silent and confused.

You turned to go back to your original position, giving a glance to Jake's daughters. You glared at the smallest one.

When Jake brought the fight to them. Quaritche let you have a little time alone with Jake.

Your tail swished from side to side before pouching on Jake. Your fighting style was sloppy, but in a way that was nearly always unpredictable. Almost like you were some kind of; savage.

Jake threw you off him, causing you to land on all fours against a nearby tree. You hissed as you stood up slowly, your tail flickering side to side, your eyes had never left him.

"So mean papa. That really hurt" You licked the blood from your lips as you gave the man a toothy grin.

Jake frowns, that voice, was for some reason familiar to him. His eyes squinted as the figure stepped closer into the moonlight. Once you were in the light, it took him a second, but even in Na'vi form. He recognizes his own daughter.

"Y/n . . . ?"

Jake dropped his weapons as he slowly approached you.

"Y/n, my baby! how-" His hands hovered over your skin, before you stepped away.

The two of you stared at each other, in compleate silence. Suddenly, the sound of a helecopter came. You sighed

"Oh well, guess our time is up." You say in a disappointing tone, you turned to walk off and get back to the group.

"Next time, I won't go easy on ya!" You say with a playful tone, but the noticeable sadistic look you had said otherwise.

Chaos unlashed itself upon the Sully family. The children of Jake demanding to know more about the Avitar woman who claimed to also be a Sully. That night, Jake and Neytiri had to explain that Jake had a daughter back on earth, and the moment he betrayed his own race, he lost privileges of trying to bring his daughter to Pandora or at least try and contact her.

Jake thought about you every day, every second. Every time he treated his sons like soldiers, he was reminded of you, and what he had said that fitful night.

Lo'ak laid awake that night. Your words spinning in his mind. That small talk of how his father truly was. How Jake treated her worse than he was with them now. Lo'ak can barely tolerate how their father is now, so just thinking about how strict or harsh he was with you. He understood you were probably hurt, but he thought of some way to make you see what Lo'ak saw when Jake spoke about you. How much love he had with each word for you, speaking about you like he would for any of his children.

When Jake first saw you again, it was like a dream come true, but now, he feels like he sees you everywhere. You're becoming a nightmare for him, all because of that first interaction you two had, if you knew of this, you would be laughing at how pathetic Jake was to easily be this way.

Even though Neytiri saw you as a traitor and a threat to her family, Jake still saw you as his little girl. His sweet baby girl that he left. The little girl he had the nerve to treat like a soldier. Guess this was Jake's harsh reminder that he was raising a daughter back then.

The Jake now can never imagine treating Kiri and Tuk the way he did with you, it hurts him.

You didn't want to hurt anyone but Jake. That doesn't mean you care for the life around you, no, if killing the ones Jake loved the most would drive Jake to the breaking point like you wished? you would have done that long ago.

You kneeled down to Lo'ak and made sure he was tied properly.

"Why are you doing this! aren't you, our sister??" Lo'ak was trying to reason with you. Trying to make you see what you were doing was wrong. You sighed and gave him a small smile while caressing his head.

"Oh, sweet little brother. You are too young to understand."

"I wan't daddy . . ." Tuk mumbled out a small whine. You shifted your eyes to her.

You stepped back and examined the two. "you two think our father is such a hero. A noble man who loves his family more than anything. But your wrong, the moment you slip up, he turns on you. . . . Did you know what he said to me before he left?"

Lo'ak and Tuk stayed silent as they kept their eyes on you.

"He said that all I had to do was wait for 6 years, then he'll be back, and make up for what he had done to me. Then 6 years turn into 8, then it turned into a decade. . . . It took 10 years for me to realize I didn't need him. And that he didn't want me." You never told your small sob story to anyone, and you surprisingly didn't feel that shitty about what your life had become.

"Your wrong."

Lo'aks words brought you back. You tilt your head a little.

"Oh?"

"Dad loves you! He told us what happened and he's sorry. He regrets everything and all he wants is you to be with him again! h-he loves you and always did." You hum in amusement

"He loves me . . . . How interesting."

Your plan just changed, and in the best way possible.

Jake didn't mean too. He didn't mean to shout at you that night, he didn't mean to leave you behind like he did, he didn't mean to turn you into what you had become now.

You coughed up blood, holding your stomach tight, where the stab wound was.

And most of all, he didn't mean for this to happen. Not to you . . . not by him of all people

"Y/n- I didn't . . . please come with me. Your hurt!" Jake pleaded. You stumbled back and hit the metal wall. You laughed as you slid down to the ground. You slowly looked up to Jake with teary eyes.

It really hurts. The burning pain was like nothing you felt before.

Jake rushed to your side and tried to lift you up. You stopped him and gripped his shoulder. "Hey, you love me . . . yeah?"

Jake didn't hesitate to answer "Yes! I love you. I love you so much." Jake held back a sob as he moved strands of hair away from your face. You sighed and slowly looked back up to him.

"Then, if you truly love me. You should take responsibility for this." Jake's ears slicked back.

"W-what?"

Your eyes were stone cold. Void of any emotion.

"Finish what you started--" You grabbed onto Jake's hand, the one he still had his blade in. Your blood stained with the sharp object.

"-- And if you truly loved me, you'd end it for me already."

Jake shook his head "no, I can still save you! you still have time-"

You cut Jake off "Look, Jake. My time is up. No use for pity now." You were rather done at this point. Just wanting it to be over with.

Jake took a long moment. But it happened. You held eye contact with your father as he stuck the blade in you once more, finishing you off. His salty tears mixing with the blood on your face.

Jake Sully lost his daughter that day. By killing her with his own hands.

So, in short, remember parents that children can be quite fragile in their early stages of life.

They can and will remember everything.

[multi-cannon-rp]

Nitsuki Novusdies

[Created on an avitar maker]

Name: Nitsuke Novusdeis

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Homo-sexual [Incredibly Picky]

Species: Kitsune

Sire: Kukan [Here]

Hight: 5'8" (173 cm)

Weight: 130lbs

Eye color: Tear blue

Hair Color: Black

Likes: Kids, cosplay, animation in general, information, inventions, the color green, and seasoned/exotic food.

Dislikes: Bland or overly bitter food, people that hurt kids, driving, needles, small spaces [clostrophobia], women [Gynophobia].

Personality

He isn't very trusting due to hi tragic and violent past. Because of this he is very shy person and will be very quiet until you get to know him. When he does speak his remarks will be mostly sassy/snarky. That changes when he learns to trust you. That when his kinder, gental. And more loving sude comes out. He loves to cook and clean and you will often hear him sing and dance while doing so. He does have a soft spot for kids even going out of his way to help them. As well as getting visiblely upset if they are in psn or harmed in anyway. He is highly intelligent, methodical, and has a photograph memory. Due to their ability to collect information, they took a job as an information broker.

History

Nitsuki's real name is Uriel despite his ame he is not an angel in any way. When he was born he was kidnapped from his crib by a servant in a Duke's house hold. More so to protect him rather then cause him any harm. His biological mother after finding out she was tricked into baring a foxes child was planning on killing him for being an abomination. [In her eyes]

He didn't discover that he was different until he was 3, and he was told to hide his tails and ears by his foster parents. He became really good at it. Dispite never knowing his real parents the first 6 years of his life was happy and peaceful. He was the golden boy of his school. He was a Valedictorian and was about to take early college classes during the last of his high school year. Instead, he was offed something better. They were looking for talented children to take a trial course.

The promise was that after the trial course. He would get his associates degree and a full ride scholarship to be a doctor like he was planning. He accepted and so did his foster Mother and father. He was put into an enclosed space with a girl a little older then him. They hit it of and became really good friends. To the point that he even started to call her older sister. Fo a few months they were brought food and water. It wasn't until 6 months in when it stopped. They were then informed to kill eachother. Only one would leave alive. Nitsuki was horrified, his dream as to be a doctor not a killer.

Nitsuki refused to hurt Alura who he thought of as family. He even told her to kill him and become the teacher she wanted to be. It ended when he woke up one morning to find Alura dead. She had taken her own life to save his. To this day he still can't remember what she looked like that day. He can only remember the word she wrote in her own blood. Live.

The trial was an experiment to see if they could break children. The first part strip them of their emotions. They failed with Nitsuki but continued regardless. They retrieved he as he was kicking and screaming before locking him up behind bars somewhere underground. Around then room were other kids around his age or older. Most looked broken beyond repair. The others looked like him pissed. The one the scared he were the ones that looked devoid of all emotion and acted more like feral animals then a person.

From there he was subjected to excruciatingly painful experiments. From shooting poison into his veins then the antidote to keep him from dying completely. To Vivisection, but making sure that all Iran's were put back or replaced with none failing organs since the poison would damage his body from time to time. They kept him awake for all of this and his voice often broke from his screams of pain. To hosing him down and checking his body weekly. Though the sexual abuse that came with that is what he dreaded he most.

The main person that did this to him was a woman. At the sight of her walking into the room where he was locked up caused fear to risr in him. Because he didn't know what was going to happen when she grinned maliciously at him. Was it more pain, or was she going to farce him to do dirty things again? This caused a now deep rooted fear and hatred of women. [Excluding childen, girls younger then him.] It was a few years later when he was just about to give up on everything when people rushed in with guns and wearing all black. They determined that he was alive and he was brought in for a psych evaluation and physical. Which he was violent toward the doctor since it was a woman conducting the evaluation.

The experimentation he had undergone was an experiment to create the perfect Soldier. One immune to poison, immune pain, and immune to any mental stress. A person that had no emotions and would follow orders without question. The perfect living doll that they can throw to war and discard when it was no longer useful. The experiment was shut down the moment it came to light to the government. All subjects were rescued if they were still alive including Nitsuki. Very few recovered from the trauma that they experienced while being put under the experimentation.

[voiceless-people]

LITTLE OC THING BELOW BDNNDNF

Shelby saves Lenores ass because he's not the best at planning ahead. And may or may not be trapped in an office with desolation avitars outside

Lenore stares up at its watching gaze, plain brown eyes stare right back, circles of vibrant orange coiling around the edges of the cornea. He cannot see anything aside from its eyes and her white pin-straight teeth.

"I'm dreaming." He tries to back up, but finds himself against a too-close wall. When Lenore looks up the wallpaper is peeling away into blank, unused space. Her smile widens, and a laugh slips past her lips in a low vibrating hum.

"Do you dream of me often?" It's mouth doesn't move as is speaks, voice emanating deep from whatever her core may be. Shelby slides out of the shadowed shelf she lied on. It's feet hit the ground, long segmented legs following suit.

"How did you even- how?" Lenore has to crane his neck to look up at it. He wasn't short by any means, he assumed she was doing it purely to be intimidating.

"A little spider told me you needed some assistance." It points to the ring on his pointer finger, a simple golden band engraved with tiny eyes.

"You can't be here! Shelby, I'm trying to not draw attention to myself. I can't exactly escape-warp into my domain with a giant bite off the spiral tailling me!" Lenore clenches his teeth as he whisper-yells. It rolls its eyes (backwards. It rolls them backwards.) till they face the front of Lenores face again.

"I'm helping you escape, Fehrenbach." Cool. It's patronizing him too, saying his last name with a sneer. It's playfull, it has been this whole time, but he's still somewhat afraid of her based on her allegiances alone. "You may be able to handle one spark, but a whole bonfire resides outside. Ice will always melt eventually."

He sighs. Lenore looks over at the door that Shelby blocks rather well, and can hear the slightest sound of people talking outside. He holds out a hand, and closes his eyes when she takes it within it's own. He hears the door open, and tries not to think too hard. When he opens them, he's in his flat.

"...Thank you."

She doesn't answer.

[exquisite-peculiarity]

I'm finally watching Avitar- the Last Airbender (for the first time ever), and rest assured once I finish the show I will become annoying about it for a minute because I am Very Enjoying It, but I'm not looking it up for spoiler reasons rn so you're safe for the time being lol.

[saltylittlecreature]

Sprite Bunkers Setting idea

I had an idea for a setting where three types of cities exist in a massive dust desert where manna flows and a secret Astral plain overlaps reality, with a dieselpunk esthetic for this world. With a permanent dust storm.

The first city type would be the trench City. Cities set up to harvest and collect residue and vapers from refinement, turning to items and potions. The vast network of tunnels is capped by a domed roof of metal panels. sprawling to the production sector, the housing sector, and an entry sector that's heavily guarded. With "The Bunker" Being the heart of the city's production. Mixing a mine and an oil rig. with coral-like growths around it before only empty moon pools that contain no life unless in the astral. The fumes reveal strange shapes of creatures. With Humans stranded near it gaining strange powers but dire ailments. Plants also are affected by this well's nature. (If fantasy or sci-fi races were to exist, this could be how it happens. Like dwarves becoming after generations of exposure).

The next type of city would be oasis cities, founded often in cavers with life and spirits plenty. Frequently filled with ruins of stone and tin. Alongside spirits and spirits also taking residence here. Often creating many a pattern, and plenty of food. (Their exposure could lead to people like orks, who have been here for a long time in these places, and defending it from outsiders, they have effectively become worrier cultures who have some plant-like features).

The last one is Storm Cities. rarely seen, but occasionally descends to the ground in their sealing domes to trench towns and oasis cities to trade and resupply. It's effectively a magical city that lifts itself above the constant dust storm, powered by sprites, so they often go to the trench cities to refuel. growing edible foods and magical items. They also tend to have some large long-range artillery and defenses. All while the more fortunate live high above the storm. Usually having a Patreon being who lends out their power in exchange for power and control. Maybe even giving a safer way to gain magic (Think like a warlock in RPGs and you have an idea what this would be like. This could also be similar to Dust Wells mutations, With these powerful beings having packs with this city for so long, they'll begin to show features of their Patreon over generations. Maybe this is how elves were created).

Meanwhile, the astral plane would draw a lot from the Stormlight archive's spren mixed with spirits from Avitar the last air bender, and bits of Spirited Away's spirits. With a whole world that's invisible to the naked eye. Those without the right items or magic are unlikely to see the environment. Like grassy fields that echo memories maid in their invisible fields, and flowers that grow on battlefields and can grant you the ability to weald some skill from the worriers who fought on it, at the risk of waking up an angry spirit who was attached to that flower. It can also be how people navigate the storm, with the Dust wells producing massive pillars of light that reach up like auroras, that are used to navigate the world.

[roseonthewindow]

ooc: oh, I found the community cancelpig.

So I found out who Mosquito was... wait, didn't your Sophia use AI art for her icon backgrounds recently how is my temperaty avitar any different?... Oh you were 200% projecting there. Also calling me baby was creepy A.F. Wait, you were doing the mean girl crap too weren't you shame your the only p on the lies of p rp masterlist to spyte being like what one of Four different accounts that RP that character that I found in the short time I was able to search.

Thought the entire creation of this blog I been trying to readapt since this format of RP is new to me. I have also been super open about you just asking. From day one you tried to gatekeep me and I was actually salting about BS in the genshin fandom because get this GENUS...I was still trying to get this blog together in a way I wanted that still allowed freedom for the second party. I was not expecting many if any interactions at this time.

My ask box is STILL open and I am still trying to get things settled you are upset at me because I did not want to stair at the Tumblr default while I was adapting my blog since I was going to be too busy to do a proper icon and banner at this time.

You claim to make money off your art but with your shit attude I doubt you get many good commissions, that said my advice for you still stands stop being too afraid of AI art because that fear owns you at this time. Embrace learning traditional mediums and actually learn new things. This will elavate your understanding of art in general.

As for the community, the ask box is still open... I told my end and rest my case on "Mosquito" here. For the record I did warn that hateful anos are Viciously Mocked on my blog. I have to practice my Vicious Mockery on someone why not rude cowards?

[chaos-and-kromer]

my thoughts on season one of the magnus archives and the notes I took while listening to it

Notes on the recordings of Jonathan Sims, head archivist of The Magnus Archives 

1 angler fish- the hunt & the stranger 

2 do not open- 

3 across the street- the stranger & the eye 

4 page turner- (Gerald Keay) (Jurgen Leitner) 

5 thrown away- 

6 squirm- the corruption (Jane Prentiss) 

7 the piper- 

8 burned out- the spiral, Father Edwin Burroughs 

9 a father's love- the slaughter & the flesh 

10 vampire killer- the hunt 

11 dreamer- the eye & the end 

12 first aid- the dark & the eye (Gerald Keay) 

13 alone- the lonely 

14 piecemeal- the flesh 

15 lost johns' cave- the dark & the spiral 

16 arachnophobia- the web & the corruption (see colony) 

17 the boneturrner's tale- the flesh & the stranger (the spiral?) (Jurgen Leitner) 

18 the man upstairs- the flesh & the corruption 

19 confession- the spiral (Father Edwin Burroughs mentioned) (pt 1/2) 

20 the desecrated host- the stranger, the spiral, the eye, the flesh (breaken and hope?) (pt 2/2) 

21 freefall- the vast (Simon Fairchild) (martin brings something in at the end?) 

22 colony- the corruption (see arachnophobia) (martin blackwood speaking) (see squirm) (Jane Prentiss) (Jon takes it seriously for once) 

23 Schwartzwald- (Johna Magnus?) [pantsless marten spotted] (Micheal keay, Marry keay, witches?) 

24 strange music- the stranger (Gregor & Nickolie) (the circus of the other) 

25 glowing dark- (the peoples church of the divine host?) 

26 a distortion- the stranger, the spiral, the corruption (distortion Micheal?) “how would a melody describe itself?” (see squirm, timothy hodge) 

27 a sturdy lock- the dark & the hunt (Jon is noticeably less rude) 

28 skintight- the slaughter & the flesh “silk will not stitch the butcher's meat” (Melonie King?) (Sarah Baldwin?) 

29 cheating death- the end 

30 killing floor- the slaughter, the flesh, & the spiral (see the man upstairs) 

31 first hunt- the hunt & the stranger 

32 hive- the corruption (Jane Prentiss) “there is a wasp's nest in my attic, maybe it can soothe my itching soul” 

34 anatomy class- the stranger (all of them are placeholder names) “I don’t think your... tooth apple has a place in our artifact storage. Also, it is technically medical waste.” 

35 old passages- (Jurgen Leitner) lightless flame? (Gerald keay) Jon shouts for martin and a fire extinguisher, footsteps, then martin and two men who I don’t recognize dropping off a package, Jon is gone, recording ends 

36 taken ill- the corruption 

37 burnt offering- lightless flame? Gerald keay? (see anatomy class ending) (Gurtrude Robbinson) 

38 lost and found- the spiral (spider at the end, something in the walls, “run!” -Jon) 

39 infestation- the corruption (Jon got a worm in him) “I refuse to become another goddamn mystery” [they got hit with the character development beam] (Jane Prentiss) 

40 human remains- the corruption (Jon is insane af, tim is eepy and anoied, sasha is tired, and martin is so anxious) 

Season 1 thoughts- 

Notable names: 

Jonathin Sims- Head archivist, main speaker, distant from others as a defense mechanism. The eye 

Martin Blackwood- archival assistant, is often sent out to confirm info, anxious 

Timothy Stoker- archival assistant 

Elias Bouchard- director of the magnus institute, bad vibes. The eye 

Sasha James- archival assistant, first to see Micheal, proactive 

Jurgen Leitner- book guy 

Gerard Keay- witch? Connections to Jurgen Leitner and the lightless flame 

Jane Prentiss- Avitar of the corruption. Wasps nest in her attic. Overarching antagonist 

Simon Fairchild- Avitar of the vast? 

Micheal- distortion Micheal, I already know most of his story. Says it wants to help 

Father Edwin Burroughs- he shows up a noticeable amount of times 

Main fears: 

The corruption (6,16,18,22,26,32,36,39,40) (Jane Prentiss) 

The eye (this will always be a main fear) 

[slowlybigruins]

Let's not leave Jolie alone on it this time it's not that exorcist girl RC racer I employed avitar like for years now. Good hit though ol' depression.

[fmp2emilycywinski]

Avatar: The Last Airbender

“Avatar: The Last Airbender” is an American TV show that is heavily inspired by Japanese cartoons (anime).

I wrote a few updates to my story of little red riding hood and I mentioned that my main character has the power to manipulate blood. Control it. I was inspired by Avitar: The Last Airbender because they tackle the same idea.

However, I haven't seen this show however I have seen a spin-off series called “The Legend of Korra” which tables the same thing. There isn't much else I can say because I haven't seen this show in a very long time so I don't remember much but I can say that blood bending pretty much have the same power and abilities I have written myself. Mostly because when you give a character power, there will be a lot of different things you can do with it.

She can manipulate it to create weapons. She can manipulate people's blood so she can make them drop to the ground against her will, however, I imagine that would take a toll on her and make her quite tired. There is a possibility she can bring people back from the dead and create a zombie army which would be very cool in battle.

[treepainting]

I just came across an account that genuinely likes Teen Titans Go and I. Can’t understand it? At all? Pretty much everything about it is so one dimensional????? Most of the jokes are stupid, and not even in the ‘so stupid they’re funny’ kinda way like The Dictator or most of Adam Sandler’s comedy movies are. It’s just stupid.

And then you get into the art style. Ever since I first saw it I thought it was horrendous. Just. Why. It’s so bad. And it follows the trend of looking like every other show being made nowadays. I hate it. And apparently some people like it???? And think it’s ‘cute’????? How?????? All of their limbs are long and stick thin. And you pair it with a head that’s like, half the size of their body????? It’s just so ugly

As someone who grew up thinking that most shows made for my generation were ugly and EXPLICITLY refused to watch them at all I really don’t get how so many shows art styles are even more boring and ugly now

I remember being at the absolute oldest 6, and seeing my cousin having Sponge Bob playing on the TV and just thinking about how idiotic it was. I didn’t understand in the least why anyone would willingly want to watch it. And his laugh is so fucking annoying.

I remember seeing shows like Chowder and JackJack and Amazing World of Gumball and absolutely hating all of them

A big part of that was because I hated the art style so much

Not to say that I didn’t hate the writing too

And most childrens shows today treat it’s viewers like idiots????

Kids are definitely smarter than what these creators think they are

Most people absolutely love shows like Avitar: The Last Airbender. And guess what? It was made for kids.

The show explores themes of war

My favorite book series when I was in elementary school was Animorphs. Why? Because it explored heavier themes. The first book literally had someone get eaten alive. One of the later books had a girl hit someone with her own severed arm

It was badass and it was real

The series ended with everyone dying. You know why? Because there are no victors in war. No one wins. Period.

That was real in a way that nothing else was at that point

Stuff like Scooby-Doo made you think. Stuff like Avitar:TLA taught you about the realities of a war wrongfully won, how history is changed with time. Stuff like Teen Titans showed you that despite being heroes, despite being able to do amazing things and deal with so much they were still children, children with responsibility.

Shows like this are important when it comes to making sure the next generation aren’t completely braindead. We were learning bits and pieces of how the world worked when we watched these shows and now the biggest compliment someone can give most kids shows nowadays is that the but jokes were funny.

At least when it comes to this, my dads thoughts that the world is gradually becoming more stupid, like in the movie ‘Idiocracy’ really does seem like it’s starting to come true

[cherryphant]

Tonight I decided to try sketching some people (because I can draw people), and I think I've done pretty good!

(@ultimatecretin you inspired me to do this)

(Also after doing this I realised that it was upside down in my sketch book)

[paper-thin-n-hollow-tin]

It is time for "Story Time With Nicole" Today's topic:  "How I became the Last Airbender"

Yes,  that title is true,  you might as well tattoo a arrow on my forehead and call me Aang from now on.  So I have a job that I quite like,  and each day something new happens that switches things up for the better usually.  Well,  I work at a Styrophome plant currently with wonderful people and on this particular night,  not even an hour into our shift....  Something was wrong.  The pipes we're blocked with the little beads.  The only way to fix it was to climb a godly height and open up these pipes.  Once my coworker did,  it was snowing inside.  The entire factory floor was completely covered (not even a millimeter of cement was showing)  with little beads.  Now I am not exaggerating.  The clean up for this was at least 2 and a half hours at minimum with nothing but a broom.  As this was a vast space to clean and I wanted to be as efficient as possible,  I began to get creative with my strokes of the broom on the floor.  This is when I then noticed I was manipulating the beads with wind from the broom and was pushing them where I wanted much faster.  Realizing my newfound elemental ability,  like any apprentice I began training to hone my skills in air bending.  It was such an elegant thing that it became almost an art form,  a dance of power, conviction, and emotion if you will. 2 and a half hours later and I had done it.  Not a bead in sight except the beads of sweat on my brow.  The apprentice had become the master of this lost art,  a legend amongst the younger generations to come. Time had slipped away from my mind,  I was so focused that nothing else mattered.  The feeling of complete concentration,  gave me a feeling I can only describe as complete freedom from the mind and a certain connection with the element air,  around me.  It was truly my awakening.

[ghostedgrim]

With the new trailer, and images for Way of the Water, we've been left with many theories and questions. One of the main ones being, "has Quaritch actually returned,". From what I've observed, one of the avitars have the same tat, and looks as Quaritch, right when the name was announced google was saying Quaritch would return, and that the actor has supposedly claimed that Quaritch will be in the next 4 movies, getting some big character arc.

Link to source:

Quotes from this source that I'll use:

"While unconfirmed, the military-style haircut and tattoo on his upper arm are a dead giveaway — which likely means that yes, Colonel Miles Quaritch will be an Avatar in Avatar: The Way of Water. This opens the sequel up to all manner of possibilities as the villain is brought back to life, this time with the same advantages as our hero Jake Sully and the native Na’vi."

"While we did not know the details of his return, we have known for some time that Colonel Miles Quaritch will make a comeback. According to Stephen Lang, the character could, in fact, feature in all four of the upcoming Avatar sequels."

“And so, I think you can absolutely look for some areas of extreme growth in the character; and then probably areas of regression in the character as well, hopefully, over a period of four more films,” the actor said last year. “Of course, we need him to be very, very interesting, where, by the end you've taken a journey, or you've witnessed a character go on a life journey that was pretty interesting. You know, that you were glad that you could observe. So that's what we're trying to do."

Now onto my theories and what-not

The article states the theory the Quaritch's mind was uploaded to and avitar mind before he died, I have to disagree and here's why. Firstly, Quaritch Saud it himself, he thinks the avitar program useless, he wants nothing to do with it. Therfore he doesn't have an avitar. It's also stated that the avitars develope on the journey to Pandora, meaning they take about six years to grow. With this information, I don't believe this even remotely could've happened, not to mention, the avitar needs the same DNA as its driver, otherwise it doesn't work.

Not everything is black and white, like Trudy many people fought against Quaritch, it's not far fetched that some of the avitar divers liked what Quaritch was doing. Which would make sense, because some had to continue the avitar program, otherwise we wouldn't be seeing the avitar Quaritch look-alike.

It's also proven that brain activity takes place, even after a person has died, similar to other animals like snake, hence why you bury the head. We also know from Quaritch's conversations with Jake, and by the creation of the avitars, Earth's mead technology alone is extremely advanced, so cloning is hardly far fetched.

So here's the theories; an avitar driver who liked/agreed with what Quaritch was doing, found him in the forest dead or close to death. Considering how the battle went I don't think anyone would've checked or cared if Quaritch's body just vanished. When found, the driver would then find some way to stop Quaritch's brain from dying, or transfered all information in the brain into a hardrive of sorts. Then said driver could put in a heads up that so-and-so needs a clone, or maybe Quaritch already had a clone, afterwards they'd make the travel back. Considering Jake said the flight felt like waking up after too much tequila, I'd say the brain was preserve perfectly. Afterwards the clone should be developed, they A) upload the information into the clone's brain, or B) organ transplant with Quaritch's brain. Now he's alive, probably pissed, and desperate for revenge. With the help of the traitorous driver's and scientists, they create a new avitar program and find a way back to Pandora, etc.

[shadystarlightgentlemen]

OK SO

First I’d like to say

MAJOR MOON KNIGHT SPOILERS IF YOU HAVENT SEEN THE 6TH EPISODE OR THE SHOW IN GENERAL YOU WILL NOT UNDERSTAND SHIT

Anyway

HOLY FUCKING SHIT IM SO GLAD STEVEN AND MARC WERE ABLE TO STAY TOGETHER AFTER STEVEN TURNED TO STONE AND MARC SACRIFICED HIMSELF TO GET STEVEN BACK SUCH A BROTHER MOMENT! AND IM SO GOD DAMN HAPPY JAKE FINALLY GOT SCREEN TIME THAT WITHOUT A DOUBT PROVES HE EXISTS NOT JUST SOME BLACKOUTS AND THE ASYLUM SCENE. I WANNA KNOW HOW TF HE GOT OUT OF THE TOMB THOUGH CAUSE HE DIED WITH STEVEN AND MARC BUT THEY DIDNT RELEASE WHILE THEY WERE WALKING TOWARD THE EXIT. THEY JUST KINDA SAID “Oh is that another tomb, yk like the one I just pulled Steven out of, one of my alters? Probably nothing.” LIKE?? I LOVE THE WAY HE SHOWED UP THOUGH, IT WAS HOT, IT WAS UNEXPECTED, AND MY GOD HE SPEAKS SPANISH!! HE DIDNT HAVE A CAB LIKE THE COMICS BUT HE HAS A LIMOUSINE MEANING MARC, JAKE, OR STEVEN HAVE THE MONEY FOR THAT AND SUGGESTING THAT HARROW WAS IN THERE FOR A LONG TOME BASED IN HOW HE ACTED, IT HAD BEEN A LITTLE WHILE SINCE THE FIGHT AND BASED IN HOW KOHNSHU WAS DRESS, LIKE THE COMICS, ITS SAFE TO ASUME THAT STEVEN WAS THE ONE WHO BOUGHT IT BECAUSE IN THE COMICS HE WAS THE RICH ONE FUNDING MARCS’S ESCAPADES, HE WAS LIKE MOON KNIGHT’S BRUCE WAYNE. LAYLA WAS FUCKING COOL WHEN SHE BECAME AN AVITAR LIKE HOLY SHIT SHE WAS LIKE WONDER WOMAN BUT BETTER. I LOVED HER OUTFIT I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT HER! I KEPT SCREAMING “BEAT HIS ASS LAYLA GASLIGHT GATEKEEPER GIRLBOSS THAT SHIT!!”

I AM SO GOD DAMN EXCITED I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO SATISFIED BY A MARVEL MOVIE/SHOW IN SO LONG

[asketchydomesticatedgremlin]

Now i know im a pathetically small blog here that's inconsistent with uploads at best, but i just wanna ask if there's a specific fanfic out there that someone might help me find or just take the idea and run with it.

So I know hermitcraft. Its a cool world with nice builds and community with really fun, pg, and kind players. What if they were just swapped with the Dream smp someday? Now these guys from mr blob smiley face world, all i know about them is that they are all embodiments of chaos, violence, anime level tragic/(dramatic), and profanity.

What if the entire Dsmp was forced into the world to help with builds, vibe, and not commit mass murder? Like the Tommy dude has to go help stress with her farms and not say ten thousand lude jokes on camera, George would probably go insane from trying to understand tango setting up all his games, or inversely tecnoblade has to teach mumbo the more violent way of fending off grian.

Now if you want the (maybe) less seen irl fanfics, mayhaps the avitars begin having their own minds, running rampant or refusing to move until the hermits find an extra volume switch for "Player Voices" or something like that in their menus and it turns out, they got possessed avatars now that will fly off the handle with profanities any time a recording device is turned on. Now cam accounts may or may not have possession depending on how many or who may fit where, but nevertheless, confusion is bountiful.

Please, if you find something like this or wanna write a story with this idea, i'd love to see it!

Thanks for reading and take care!