#reutilize

[ringoarchive]

Sheena Ringo, circa 1998.

source: junon magazine, august 1999.

[midnightkolrath]

Thinking about these early concept design drafts of DmC Dante in particular from the lead artist's portfolio here.

Back when it was labeled 'DMC5' in development outside of the (DMC Rebooted) additional label. Wild times, back then.

[lcerys]

EDITS -> ( 06 / ?? )

[randomwriteronline]

Lesser known Mangai, now all with names (the plot relevant three are found here and the unnamed Po-Toa here)

[justalazytrashpanda]

You know in September I’m gonna start a thing called Asktember wherein I send an ask to my mutuals for every day of the month (ex. On the first I send one, on the second I send two, etc.). If anyone wants to join in and also do this I’ll draw smth for them or something.

[cnunkiss]

i love this blog So dearly.

He is one second old and loves you BACK.

[worst-egirl]

🌊 lugias-sopping-anus

Can't stand how people will learn that humans are related to Pokemon and somehow come to the conclusion that different people are different types. That's not how this works. That's not how any of this works.

🍑 pechaberrysoda

there are literally so many fighting type people what are you even talking about lmao

🌊 lugias-sopping-anus

Your genetic make up doesn't just magically change type because you took a karate class. Do you also think your Charizard is a Grass type now because it learnt Solar Beam?

✨ ace-trainer-luna

But aren't Psychic type people a thing? Some humans have telekinetic powers, I'm pretty sure there are a few gym leaders who have them. There are even rare cases of children born with psychic abilities.

🌸 cynthiasfuturewife

that's still just learning moves

🌌 mistyterrain

As an actual Psychic type, this post is really disheartening to see. The fact that people who still refuse to acknowledge the existence of psychics are so common is just shocking. We exist!

☣ deathtounova

no one's refusing to acknowledge the existence of shit, you just don't know how types work

🌌 mistyterrain

The sheer ignorance on display here, it's obvious you're just mad you're a normal type lol.

☣ deathtounova

how bout i karate chop your ass and we'll see how "not very effective" it is

🌌 mistyterrain

Typical physical attacker brutishness, resorting to violence as usual

🦧 return-to-mankey

didn't you claim you manifested the kyogre disaster in hoenn?

⚡ electrictypesfuckyeah

WHAT

🥀 cradilyzone

Actual professor here! Genetically, all humans are Normal types, though some of our relatively recent ancestors were Psychic. Part of what let us succeed as a species was reutilizing the brain power originally used for psionics to language and tool use. We do still have some vestigial psychic power that can be trained, though it's quite weak compared to most Pokémon. As for those born with psychic powers, this is considered nowadays to be like an egg move, passed down from parent to child. And no, obviously learning Fighting moves doesn't make you a Fighting type, there is no way for a human to change their type.

🌔 hexmaniac

my grandma became a ghost type

🔶️ bigjiggly

I-

🔞 mega-miltank

What about swimmers though, they're water type, right?

📀 HM-69

did you even read the post

🪴 n-did-nothing_wrong

Are we all just ignoring OP's url?

🌊 lugias-sopping-anus

Team Plasma apologist blog, opinion discarded.

🛗 mostlymukposts

This post single handedly evolved my Porygon-2

[bowandbrush]

reutilizing my July 4th comic for new years cause I don’t feel like drawing

[a-bad-case-of-the-stephs]

Love love love Jon Lewis’ writing for Steph. I feel like he really built from what Dixon had established and fleshed out her inner world in a big way.

Like her flaws remained and got elaborated on in a way that was invested in Steph and her perspective. Jon Lewis you will always be famous to me for that. Also I just really like his long winded style of inner dialogue because it gave us so MUCH to work with + reinforces my ‘introspective stephanie brown’ agenda.

Also also there are so many subtle tidbits in his stories which are genuinely KILLER. The way he brings back Crystals sweater, the way he slow builds to Steph’s story in Robin #111 in the previous issues, the entire Robin symbolism scene with Tim that I just love to death, the way he cleverly reutilizes Steph’s dialogue from GK #37 and gives it to Tim post birthday gaslighting, and then makes that comparison explicit through Steph’s own words, the clever way he uses omission (Tim’s failure to see Steph as a suspect for the whole future-evil thing) and the way he characterizes Steph as a bit of a theatre snob and contrasts her and Tim’s perspectives on art, the way he brings back Steph’s sewing abilities by having her sew a gift for Tim!!!!

Like so many precise, clever, interesting stuff on like every page. Like so many great tidbits but also such fantastic overall plot threads and intriguing emotional beats.

[giovannadeltoro]

"my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel."

my favorite pov character :) i wanted to depict how she changes her appearance and especially her clothes to fit into the king's landing court, shedding as much of her northern culture as she can, but still keeping some remnants of it by wearing stark colors and jewelry. in my mind, she both reutilizes fabric by making it into new gowns, and also is gifted/borrows gowns from other ladies of the court

commissions / ig

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello raven , i hope you have a good day but when i searched things for Twst i just realized that the house in Ace's dream is not the same that the one in the lost in book with stitch, which i find surprising, maybe its to keep things coherent ?

or maybe they will reutilized later the BG?

On the left is the beach house in Ace's book 7 dream! On the right is the beach house from Lost in the Book with Stitch. They're different colors, the dream beach house has surfboards lined up in the back, and the Stitch beach house has an additional tower/turret to the building.

I think that the beach house depicted in the Stitch event is intended to resemble Lilo's home from the associated films and TV show. The colors and the extra tower/turret are very similar:

The same beach house was slightly edited for Ace's dream so the game could technically reuse the background without having it explicitly reference Stitch. The devs and/or Disney may have also wanted to separate official Disney property stuff from Twst stuff with little tweaks.

This is the same for other buildings that look very similar to their Disney counterparts. For example, Silver and Lilia's home, which resembles Aurora's forest cottage, has more windows. Epel's home has a shed and is in a completely different terrain than the Seven Dwarves' home. Where the front door is in the Dwarves' home leads into a large window in the Felmier home.

Moving forward, the devs most likely won't use the Stitch version of the beach house, as that could call into question whether or not the Twst boys actually crossed paths with Disney characters in canon. The Lost in the Book events in particular are designed to avoid this, as they always end with convenient amnesia.

[whoops-all-jennas]

Final Duet pt. 1 - c.s.

Cairo Sweet x fem!reader

"My thoughts will follow you into your dreams."

Summary: Cairo catches two students bullying you. After she helps, she unexpectedly starts to learn music because of you.

a/n: Inspired by Omori, if you haven't played it, do. The story is beautiful. There will be no spoilers in this so don't worry about that :)

Warning: Bullying, Homophobia, Death

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

The sound of knees squeaking on the smooth tile of my high school fills the hall, followed by the thunk of your small figure hitting the floor.

Papers fly in the air above you as a couple of boys laugh over your body.

Without hesitation, you quickly scramble to reach for your sheet music as it falls to the ground.

You feel the sudden pressure of a shoe between your shoulder blades, causing you to fall back down from your knees.

The two boys continue laughing over you, their expressions shifting to fear when they see me approaching.

I might've been short, but I was fierce and willing to put up a fight. "What're you two doin'?!"

One of the boys removes his foot from your back. "Cairo uh, we were just." He looks to his friend with a mischievous smile. "Just showing Y/n what happens to-"

I slap him before he even has the moment to utter whatever awful word he was going to say. He stumbles back as you turn on the ground to face the smack that echoed down the hall.

His friend aggressively approaches me, met with your newfound courage hitting him in the groin. Blood drips down your knee as you kick him.

He stumbles back, his friend catches him before he falls to the ground. He looks at me for a moment, trying to read my next action.

I intimidatingly take a sudden step forward. "Boo!"

He falls back, stumbling onto his feet as they run through a doorway behind them.

I look down to find you, scrambling to pickup your sheet music that littered the ground. I bend down beside you, reaching for some of the papers.

You watch as I pick up the last of your sheet music. I reach my hand down, waiting to help you back onto your feet.

You hesitate for a moment, looking away as you find your hand in mine.

"Thank you." You say, shyly while avoiding eye contact.

I give you a comforting smile. "It's not a big deal."

I look down at the impressive sheet music, seeing your bloody knee above the paper.

"We need to get you to the nurse's office." I say before you shake your head.

"There's bandaids in the music room, I'll be okay." You give me a patient smile.

I admire your hair and face for a moment, you're definitely easy to look at. "Can I come with?"

You have a worried look on your face. "Are you sure you want to be around me? You might start getting teased too."

"I don't mind, just shows me who not to be around."

A smile finds your face. "Okay, I'll show you where the room is."

I hand over her sheet music before we walk together, side by side.

We walk into a dark room, followed by the sound of you flicking the light switch revealing a grand piano and other instruments littered around the unkept room.

You walk to the other side of the room, a first aid kit on the wall. I quickly catch up, opening the box before you.

"I can do it, it's okay." You say, watching my hands dig through the box.

"I want to do it." I find a bandaid, tearing through the thin paper.

You find a seat in front of the piano with a hint of blush on your face. I approach, kneeling before you as I apply the bandaid to the scrap on your knee.

"Thank you, again." You look away to hide your face.

"It's really not a problem." I stand, looking around the room. I notice the cobwebs in the corners and one of the fluorescent lights flickering. "Why is the music room like this?"

You turn around in the seat, placing the sheet music on the piano. "They cut the funding for it, but they're too lazy to reutilize the room."

Your fingers glide across the piano keys as you do warm up exercises.

I take a step closer, looking over your shoulder as I admire how gracefully your fingers hover over the monochromatic keys.

"You're really good." I say, flattery in my voice. "Do you mind if I stay and listen?"

You turn your head to me, glancing into my eyes. "I don't mind." You say with a smile. "It's been a long time since I had an audience though, so I might be a little nervous."

You turn around, hiding your anxious smile.

"There's no reason to be afraid, I would never make fun of you." I say, as if we've been friends longer than ten minutes, if we're even friends anyway.

You bring your hands to the right side of the piano, gliding your fingers down in a scale as the notes deepen. Just before it gets too low, the song ascends once again, silence filling the room for just a moment until you hit the first chord.

The simple yet beautiful melody calms my ever beating heart, the notes echoing off what use to be sound proof walls. Yet, something in the song is off, as if it was missing it's other half.

The song slows as it comes to its end, hitting the last few keys with grace.

You sit there, staring at the sheet music as I stand there starstruck. "That was beautiful."

You don't turn around, but I can feel your smile emanating from your joyous figure. "Thank you."

I take a step closer, noticing the sheet music lacks a title. "What's the name of the song?"

You stare at the blank space a moment longer. "I can't think of what this song should be titled."

You turn around to look at me. "My mind just goes blank when I try to think of one, I'm not much of a poet so."

My eyes go wide for a moment. "Did you write that?"

You turn back towards the piano, hiding your face. "Yeah, it's supposed to be a duet, but I never found someone to play it with."

Even though I know nothing about music, I respond without hesitation. "I can play it with you."

You turn to meet my gaze, excitement and curiosity in your eyes. "Really?"

I nod. "I don't really know much about music, but I'd be willing to learn."

I don't know why I'm so eager to please this girl I just met, there's something about her that draws me in.

"Do you know any instruments?" You ask, curiously.

I shake my head, a bit embarrassed. You have a thoughtful expression on your face as you look around the room. You stand, picking up what looks like the case for a string instrument.

You open the case, revealing a well kept violin that contrasting the state of the room. "This is the second instrument I play, I can teach you."

You look at me with an eager smile, as if you were a puppy meeting another friendly dog for the first time.

"Do you want to grab your own?" You say, pointing to a case with your bow.

I stand nervously, finding the violin case before grabbing a seat.

Your smile radiates off you as you move your seat next to me. You begin to teach me the basics. Minutes turn to hours, your excited energy fueling my motivation to learn.

"I think it's time for us to stop for the day." You say, looking at your phone to check the time. "Do you want to meet up tomorrow and practice again? You're a natural."

I find a smile sneaking up on my lips. "I'd love to."

We put our violins in the case, I start to put the violin back where I found it.

"Why don't you take it home?" You say, as you grab your sheet music. "It's not like the school is going to notice."

I find the case in my arms again, putting the strap over my shoulder.

We step outside, the cool fall breeze finding it's way through my clothes. The sun is just about to finish setting, painting the sky hues of pink and purple.

"Do you live close by?" I turn to look at you as you nod.

"I walk to and from school." You pause for a moment, admiring the colored sky. "What about you?"

"I also walk, I live in Lovell Hill." I say, admiring your face before you turn your head to me.

"Lovell Hill? That big creepy house?"

I nod, followed by your disappointed expression. "Looks we'll have to walk opposite ways."

You turn your whole body towards me. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow." You give me another patient smile, the light from the painted sky highlighting your features.

"I should get home before my mom starts worrying." You say, breaking eye contact. "I'll see ya tomorrow yeah?"

I nod as you take a step back. "See ya tomorrow."

I watch your silhouette walk away for a moment before I begin to walk home.

I find myself zoning out in class, staring at the back of your head from a seat behind you.

"Psst, Cairo."

Winnie looks at me expectingly. "Can I look at your notes for a second? He's goin' too fast."

I don't respond, resting my head on my hand.

"Earth to Cairo!" She waves a hand in front of my face, bringing me back to reality. I turn to Winnie, she has a confused look on her face.

"You alright? You never zone out that hard."

"I'm fine." I state quickly, looking away to hide the slight blush on my face.

I naturally find my eyes drawn back to you. Winnie follows my gaze. "Ah, I get it now."

I turn back to her. "What do you mean get? There's nothing to get."

She gives me a knowing glance, looking at my violin case on the floor that I brought to class. "Mhm, sure."

My face flushes red at her accusation. "Just copy my notes and shut up."

I hear the muffled sound of a piano as I make my way to the music room, the familiar melody inspiring me for todays lesson.

I open the door, your back facing me as you glide your fingers across the keys. I take a moment to admire your graceful presence before you finish the song, the last note drawn out, yet beautiful.

"Amazing as usual." I say, taking the violin case off my shoulder as I approach.

You flinch for a moment before turning around. "Sorry, I didn't hear you come in."

I find a seat before I open the violin case, resin covered it beneath the strings.

"I see someone practiced more after school." You say with an excited smile. "Here, let me clean it for you."

You hold out your hand, waiting for my hesitating one. I give you the violin and you immediately start to wipe off the resin. "I'm so happy to have someone to share this with besides my mom."

I admire your gentle yet firm grip. "Don't like to talk to your mom about music?"

You shake your head with that usual patient smile you always have when we're together. "It's not that, its just she's much more talented then me."

I move my gaze from your hands to your eyes, eyes focused on the glossy wood as you hand back over the violin. "I think you're plenty talented."

I grip the neck of the violin gently, reaching back into my case to find my bow.

"Thank you, Cairo, but you should see my mom. She's practically a master." You say, insecurity lacing your voice

I watch as you open your violin case, tightening the bow before meeting my gaze. "I think it's unfair to compare yourself to others."

Your eyes shift into mine, looking through them like windows. I suddenly find myself shy under your gaze.

"I think you should only compare yourself to your past self, see how far you came."

You look away, releasing a deep breath. "You're right. It isn't fair, but it is natural."

Your eyes find mine once again. "Ready to do some warm ups?"

A couple hours pass, the sound of strings filled the room. It was clear which sound was the teacher and which was the student, but I didn't mind. Your kindness and open nature made me feel safe and comfortable to make mistakes.

There was silence for a moment at my drawn out note of one of my first songs you have taught.

"Great job! You're learning so fast." You hold your hands together, your practically blinding me.

I find myself smiling under your affection. "I would never have made it this far without you."

You pause for a moment, gears turning in your head. "What if we stop here for today? I would love to hangout with you outside of music, get to know you more."

A smile finds your face, a smile I can't say no to. "Sure, we can go to my house if you'd like."

The sound of you humming that familiar melody echoes amongst the trees as we follow a path. I notice a polaroid fall out of your bag.

I bend over, picking up the picture. It contains you and a few other people I assumed were your friends. The two people who were bullying you yesterday are hugging you with two other girls hugging over them with you in the very center of the picture.

I hold out the picture for you. "You dropped this."

You have a nervous expression on your face as you quickly grab it. "Thanks." You mumble as you put it back into your backpack.

We clear through the woods, finding my house on the other side.

"Your house is so pretty, I love all the plants." Your eyes are practically glistening while admiring scenery.

We find our way to the front door, the silence of my empty house is deafening as our footsteps tear through it. We navigate up the stairs to my bedroom.

"Is no one else here?" You ask, confusion in your voice.

"No, my parents are typically always out of country for work, so it's usually just me."

You look around my room, admiring how it's decorated. "Pretty big house for just for one person."

It is silent for a moment as your find a seat in the windowsill. The sun hits your face just right, the golden light highlighting your beautiful eyes.

"So, what was that picture?" You turn to me as I tear through the silence. "I recognized two of the people as the guys who were bullying you yesterday."

You look back out the window, hiding your face. "We use to be friends, friends with everyone in that picture until I came out."

I take a step closer, rubbing my hand on your upper back comfortingly. "I'm sorry, I don't understand why people care so much for how others love."

You stare absently outside the window. "Is it wrong that I still love them? They've been so mean or ignoring me, but I still care about them so much."

An uncomfortable silence finds the room for a moment, unsure how to respond. I hear a sniffle as I see a tear fall off your face, the golden light refracting through it.

Your tears suddenly turn into sobs. "Why are they so mean to me, what did I do?"

You cover your eyes, wiping away the endless tears. "I'm sorry, I hardly know you I shouldn't be doing this."

As if it was instinct, I find my arms wrap around you, holding you gently. "Everything is going to be okay."

You turn from the windowsill to face me, your tear-ridden eyes red and puffy as your grab on to me. Your sobs strengthen, the tears making my shirt wet.

Your fingers curl up, gripping the back of my shirt. I caress the back of your head comfortingly before I stand, you still in my arms, as I guide you to lay in my bed.

I hold you for a few more minutes, letting you cry a bit longer as the sobs start to die down. You pull your head back, the tear streaks on your face glistening in the sunlight. "Thank you, I didn't know I needed that."

You rest your head back onto me. I continue to caress comfortingly play with the hairs as I think of what else I could do.

I stare out the window, imagining what has been finding peace in my heart recently. All I can see is you, your fingers gliding across the piano tiles.

I begin to hum the song that you have now ingrained into my head. Your breathing slows, releasing your restrained body weight on top of me as you fall asleep.

a/n: hey guys!! im expecting to have 3 parts total, but im not totally sure yet. it honestly might take me awhile to start working on Always Gold so im sorry about that guys :( I do my best when im in the mood for that genre but i will do it eventually lmao. hope you enjoyed :)

[demaparbat-hp]

Hi Dema!! Your art is fantastic and even the lineart is awesome! Solid and confident in where it's thick and where thin. I really like how your style has characters look more realistic and they have specific consistent features. Your blog has a pleasant atmosphere, and you're skilled in weaving AUs! There's a lot of details and structure, and I'd like to ask if any of them have a full story arc? Could you do a list of all of the AUs? Is there a motif that you especially like that repeats in any of the AUs? And whenever you add comments to my stuff in the tags I literally smile, it makes me want to keep at my plan to create everything I have in mind. So I'd like to spread this joy! I hope you have a nice day! (from late-draft ^^)

Hello, Late-Draft! I wasn't expecting this ask at all but I'm so glad to have received it!

First of all—I'll try to hold myself back from giggling like a schoolgirl. I'm having a sempai noticed me moment over here and that's just embarrassing. So give me a second to compose myself, if that's alright?

Okay, I'm back.

Now, on to business.

Character design, especially when it comes to facial features and how they're unique to each person, has always been a passion of mine. I always try to have a solid design for each character. I choose which features feel like the character in question, which face feels natural to draw, and go along with it. I love drawing Katara as much as I love drawing Zuko. Meanwhile, I seem to be on a never-ending battle against Sokka's features. Woes of an artist, I suppose.

Character design is actually one of the reasons I love your work so much, in case you hadn't noticed. I'm currently experimenting a bit with a different style... Hopefully it won't be long before the artwork is done and I can share it over here. I'm so excited for everyone to see it!

Now it's time for the reason we're all here.

I have said it before and shall say it once more: AUs are my lifeblood.

I love them so much! Building them, daydreaming the scenes, thinking of the characters and how they differ from their canon versions. The arcs and the themes and the worldbuilding. Building AUs is my passion, and I have so many of them!

There are a lot of motifs and themes that tend to repeat themselves in several of my AUs, I believe.

You'll notice that most of my stories are Zuko-centric, with a heavy emphasis on grief and humanity. There's the question of what makes us human and how to move forward when the whole world seems to push you back. I put a lot of stock in metaphors and symbolism within the narrative itself. I'm especially interested in the nuance of war and how it affects people emotionally, physically, and psychologically

I also tend to reutilize some elements of the lore and/or worldbuilding! Such as the Painted Lady's backstory, or the existence of War Children within the ATLA universe.

Now, the list!

I think I'll start with my current project, if that's okay :)

For the Spirits (New Gods AU)

Zuko was a child when he met Agni. Then, the spirits started coming to him. Eyes hidden in the hallways, voices pleading for help, for recognition, for remembrance.

Zuko could see Agni. He could see the broken remains of a Great Spirit and the empty smiles of amnesiac ghosts.

And they could see him in return.

I've been working on this AU for a long time, but only now did I get the chance to start writing the fic (linked up there!). I'm extremely excited about FTS and where the story will lead us in the future, but I'll try not to spoil too much.

It's a Zuko-centric story, with a heavy emphasis on Spirits and humanity. I'd like to add a warning for depression/mental health issues.

To Hesitate (Lee & Kya AU)

As she watches Lee and Kya avoid each other's eyes from across the room, the phrase comes back to her, swift and silent:

"To hesitate is to lose."

.

As Song treats the victim of an unfortunate interaction with a rare poisonous flower, her day takes an unexpected turn when it becomes apparent that the old man's nephew and her assistant have history.

A vivid history.

The Lee & Kya AU is a vibe, a feeling. It's probably one of my oldest AUs out there as well as one of my dearest.

A classical Lee and Kya From The Tea Shop AU, full with wholesome fandom tropes such as: fake (but not really) dating, fake identities, Ba Sing Se shenanigans, vigilante stuff, White Lotus missions, Iroh is a great Uncle, Zuko is an awkward turtleduck, and, of course, the fluffiest fluff you'll ever see.

Other than that, Lee & Kya is probably one of the less plot-focused AUs I have. However, that doesn't mean that there aren't scenes I can't wait to write or a canon divergence or two where Zuko is concerned.

(I have another fic posted but I'll leave that one to the end. You asked for a full story arc and, oh boy, does Soundless deliver.)

Kintsugi AU

Closer to being canon-adjacent than canon-divergent, Kintsugi is yet another Zuko-centric AU (and are we not noticing a pattern over here?).

I'd love to explain it in depth, but I believe the caption of the artwork linked above does a better job at explaining than I ever will.

Kintsugi is the art of decorating your scars with pieces of Agni.

In the Fire Nation, the amount of golden marks are a sign of status. Only the Royal Family can afford to seal every single wound with Kintsugi. Such is the weight of this tradition that, among the ones with Agni's blood, it is the highest mark of dishonor to have a natural scar, for it proves you aren't worthy of the privilege.

After the Agni Kai, Ozai forbid Zuko's scar to be sealed with Kintsugi. The boy wasn't worth his title, his traditions or his pride. Zuko would be broken, but he wouldn't be beautiful. Not anymore.

(And sometimes it's easier to pretend he never was)

Kyoshi Warriors AU

One of my absolute favorites!

In this AU, Ursa took Zuko and Azula with her when she was banished, so they could start anew. With help from Iroh and the White Lotus, she managed to relocate her freshly burned eight-year-old child and her crying daughter to Kyoshi Island.

Years later, when Avatar Aang and his companions first arrive at Kyoshi Island, they're met by the Kyoshi Warriors and their leader, Noriko of pale skin and warm brown eyes.

The Gaang leave Kyoshi Island many weeks later with a new companion. And if Jian Li, with his war paint and his scar and his dual dao, gives the island that he has called home for so long one final, longing glance as they fly away on Appa, they pretend not to notice.

Hunters AU

We're starting to dwelve deep into dangerous waters!

This is a Katara Joins Zuko In His Quest To Find The Avatar AU, with a twist!

This AU was born as a writing experiment. What if we take Katara's character, and change one of her core characteristics? Katara, who looked up to the Avatar as a saviour figure, now blames him for leaving and allowing the Fire Nation to wage war on the world.

Then comes Zuko, a banished Prince with a crew full of traitors and his own agenda. Zuko wishes for nothing more than to dethrone his father and end the war. He is a White Lotus member, an honorable, driven young man, and he has a plan.

The catch? He needs to take the Avatar to his father if he wishes to regain his title and be able to rightfully take the throne. Oh, and he will deliver the Avatar to the Fire Lord—but nobody said it had to be in chains.

Halfblood AU

I watched Blue Eye Samurai a few months ago and it destroyed me. The idea of a half-blooded child dead set on getting revenge for their very existence stuck with me, and this AU was born.

Kanna made a life for herself in the Earth Kingdom after leaving the North. Katara was raised by her grandmother in a small village, being taught to hide her bending if she wanted to live peacefully in a place she was only half of. Her mother had died in childbirth. Her father, a nameless warrior from the Southern Water Tribe who had loved Kya and left her behind, didn't know of Katara's existence.

Katara took over Kanna's clinic after she passed away. Always taking care of others. Always suppressing her need to bend. Always wishing for more.

One day, he arrived. A half-child, just like her. But while she was of Water, he was a son of Agni. He was searching for the man who brought him to this world. The man who scarred him. The man whose face he couldn't recall, whose name he did not know. The man whose specter had chased his mother to her grave. The man who would die at his hand.

The answers were hidden in a small teashop deep within Ba Sing Se. Lee offered her a way out, and Katara took it.

Soundless (Uiscefhuaraithe)

Katara of the Southern Water Tribe has hands scarred by fire and great talent, though no teacher.

Zuko is a mute War Child, a herbalist and healer, and the Blue Spirit. He bears the mark of fire, and the scar of the blade that took away his voice.

The first time they met, the Blue Spirit had just saved her, tough not before her hands got burned. The second time they met, his name was Lee, and he was healing her.

They live in war and they will fight, if not for the world, then for themselves.

You asked for a full storyline, and I shall deliver!

Soundless is probably the only AU I have fully planned. Three-books, Azula redemption arc, role-reversals and all.

This AU has everything. From travelling through the Earth Kingdom together, to odd character team-ups that somehow manage to work, and a major goal/conflict to resolve.

Zuko and Katara must find their way to Omashu in an Earth Kingdom ravaged by war as they also grow to understand each other, themselves, and the world around them. They meet with new and old alliances, keep their ears open for rumors of the Avatar (They say he is an airbender, Lee. Do you truly belive that?), and do their best to always be two steps ahead of their pasts.

Meanwhile, both the Northern and Southern Water Tribes are searching for the runaway heiress, Aang must find his way alone on this new, hostile world, and Azula must face the revelation that, despite what her father has stated for the last two years (liar, he lied at her! Her! He lied he liedliedliedlied), her brother might just be alive.

I'm sorry for making this such a long answer! I just get very excited about these subjects and don't know when to stop. If you made it all the way down here: thank you again.

I hope you have a good day ❤️

[skmhlml]

NightShift Abductor x Reader (HC)

Note; slight sfw, unhealthy relationship, yandere (not necessarily abuse, but he hurts you so you can't get away.) PS: slowly getting into his character in a way that respects the characters and creators of the game.

Game; Stay out of the House (By; Puppet combo)

Wordcount:

He is much like Pyramid Head in a way but more empathy due to the placement of his mother. it makes some sense...he is not just a killer, but a follower, a worshiper, and a cultist.

(Copied of the wiki)- "Coupled with the total abandonment of his hometown due to economic decline, it was likely during this crisis of faith that he came into contact with an alternative religious group known as CFV, which had gained traction in the local area and ironically contributed to the mass exodus of small towns in the region on account of their twisted interpretation of the Bible."

And you...You weren't seen as a regular victim of the so-called god he worshipped but as a gift to the great undying loyalty he always gave to his god. a gift...someone just for him. That's how he saw you. And that's what you're going to be.

yeah sure- his home is as decrepit as the ruined buildings of the rest of town, with barricaded windows and doors, junk scattered all over the floor, rats running around, the walls covered in mold and paint peeling off. but no home is perfect, right?

The state of his mother, who appears to be partially decayed and the presence of the mutated baby also point to either him or 'his god' possessing the power of organic life manipulation, so even death can escape you from him, hell always comes back, be immortal, together forever...

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He's a biter, a cannibal after all (I could make a real good joke about being eaten out but I haven't been that ruined yet. Human meat is tough by itself depending on age, health, and strength. That's why he bites so hard, so so hard. he draws blood and leaves it deep enough to get infected.

His victims are kept in squalor and are imprisoned in either large cages inside of his house or in the backyard inside two reutilized chicken coops in cells of six...

Usually killed right away or left to starve and then slaughtered, and you would have gone through the same fate if his mother, who seemed invisible to death, got sick. With a desperate plea to live, you hesitantly offered to take care of her with a sledgehammer only inches away to the back of your head.

Even if he could bring her back if she did die, taking care of her would save him the trouble of doing all that. Plus, he had 'work' and other victims to attend to.

His silent mother, as much to him, was grateful in her own way. You were smart enough to ignore the victims who so desperately cried out for help. As much as you wanted to, sometimes the only way of survival was to turn a blind eye...

After she got better, you were sure that your time was coming, though somehow, with silent communication between the two, you stayed. You didn't cause any problems or go against his mother at all while taking care of her, so in a way, you were useful.

That didn’t mean liberty, you were still a victim but just a long-term one. You weren't kept in a cage but you were still locked in a bedroom by the ‘NightShift abductor’, or for shorter, the ‘butcher’.

The only advantage you had was not being slaughtered. That and his mother liked the extra company of a more normal living person, one who she knew wouldn’t blow her brains out to escape.

Being a live victim meant you just had more cameras on you everywhere, want to take a filthy ass bath? BAM, camera. Changing? Camera. Other stuff…

📸😳

📷🤨

Freaky ahh…

But catching shit like that on camera for this 6,4 brainless, aggressive, monster of a man can make him question some stuff. Soon enough he doesn’t even notice the sledgehammer in his pants!

*Vine boom insert*

He’s a violent man with sick thoughts that would make the devil hurl…the thoughts about what he wants to do with you are ten times worse, he doesn’t know its wrong, he wasn’t molded into knowing his rights and wrongs only to give to his belived god.

If you had enough one day and ran off he wouldn't hesitate to run after you. Following the reacker he implanted into you while you were asleep. Grabbing your ankle and yanking it as you fell on the ground grabbing his sledgehammer and slamming it on your ankle, tears swelling in your eyes as you cried your lung out, to the point where it felt like there was blood in your throat.

He had no remorse for his actions as he dragged you back to his house while your wailed out. Dropping you on the ground and walked away, leaving you in agony.

[miraclemaya]

miss maya i'm sorry but... we pressed your princess to obtain princess oil. the good news is that we managed to extract three whole bottles and the solids were reutilized to make one and a half lolita coord

WHAT!!!! puts her back together at the atomic level yay yay she's back!

[kateeorg]

To everyone concerned about Gantu being cut from the Lilo & Stitch Live Action film:

Did you know they cut Rasputin and Bartok from the Anastasia stage musical adaptation because they were too cartoonish, along with "In The Dark of the Night"?

It's true. Made up a whole new villain related to Communist Russia and everything.

On paper, that sounds like a terrible idea, since everyone loved that villain and that villain song.

But I got to tell you, the stage musical is so good in its own right.

The historical death of Anastasia Romanov's entire family at the hands of Communists (NOT Rasputin, and certainly not via magic) is taken more seriously. The bridge from "In the Dark of the Night" is reutilized in a haunting song about saying goodbye to one's homeland before Anya and Dimitri leave Russia forever. And the new villain is absolutely fascinating in his own right, much more morally gray and conflicted than over-the-top love-to-hate Rasputin.

The stage musical doesn't hate on or replace the original film, but it is a reimagining that is meant to be its own thing. As is the case with Lilo & Stitch. Changing the cartoonish and hard-to-translate-to-live-action antagonist goes along with that.

I'm not saying taking out Gantu makes the live action film good. I'm just saying it doesn't automatically make it bad either.

(So calm down)