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closure.
Oh wow
This is beautifully done. The panels, the expressions! So pretty!!
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I just need a scene where Fire Lord Zuko has been kidnapped and taken to sea. Katara shows up to rescue him and beats up the baddies, then walks slowly over to Zuko, leans down by his ear, and
Katara: don't worry
Zuko: stop
Katara: I'll save you from the pirates
Zuko: please leave me here to die
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...he is weaving the chocolate. Do you copy, this bitch is WEAVING CHOCOLATE
Everytime I thought he was done, my God, and he did more.
Oh that's a nice basket ( looks a little empty, he doesn't make empty containers, it's done but is there something more) - and BAM !
Hay-like structure. A full looking basket.
Hmm, is he done already? Maybe he is - he did weave chocolate and that was pretty extra - wait why is he making fillings and stuff now --
BAM!
SO MANY EGGS.
Yeah, well now he's done. That was a lot of steps and a lot of eggs - AND BAM! WE'RE GOING TO HAVE SPECKLED, PREMIUM LOOKING EGGS.
Nice, nice. Now we're done. Let's look at the end product now so -- wait why're you rolling out more chocolate?
OF COURSE THERE WILL BE A GODDAMN RIBBON on that basket.
This man is so extra!! I love it
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This is such a beautiful, beautiful labour of love. The attention to detail, the scale pattern, the tongue. Bravo!!
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Desperate for pay, a witch brews a prince a love potion only to realize weeks later that he used it on himself.
Irony. That’s what always seemed to follow Udita through life. Her mother, the same woman who begged the fae for a child, was the one to throw her out when her abilities emerged. When she was lost in the woods and on the brink of starvation, the child-eating hag her village feared was the one to find her and take her in. The older and stronger Udita became, the weaker her power seemed to get and she had to rely on potions and spell components to get any magic done. The day she accidentally called the hag “mom”? It was the same day she came home to a tattered hut with a posting from the king’s men, citing the law against unregistered magic use.
The biggest irony though, the one to top off the sundae that was her mess of an existence, was that the son of the man that outlawed her existence was the one on her porch begging for a potion.
Udita glared at the door she had just slammed shut, hearing the prince frantically banging against it. Steadfast, she turned on her heel and walked over to her table. The pounding persisted.
“Please! Just open the door, I swear it’s not a trick! Please, I’ll do whatever you ask, I just need this one potion and then I’ll be out of your hair!”
She shook her head, clearing away the dishes from her meager breakfast. “I mean no disrespect, your highness,” She yelled, “But I don’t care what you have to offer. Unregistered magic is illegal, you of all people should know that.”
The banging stopped and was followed by the sound of someone sliding down against the door. “I know. I know, it’s illegal and I’m asking so much from you. Really, you have no reason to trust me. I could easily take what I need from you and then have the soldiers come and raid your hut, just like they did the hag that once lived here.”
A pang in Udita’s chest made her pause, snapping to look at the door once more.
“But… I have nothing else. I don’t have any other options. And from what I heard from the village, you might be running out of them yourself.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
The prince’s voice was soft, barely audible through the oak wood. “When I was asking about where to find you, they were quite insistent that it wasn’t worth the danger. That you barely came into town anymore and would surely eat me alive. ”
She looked back over to her pantry, as barren as it was.
“It seems you’re in need of coin, given how inhospitable these woods can be. Surely you would like to have a meal of more substance than berries or wild radish?”
In a moment of weakness, Udita walked over and pulled open the door. The prince’s lithe form tumbled backwards into her home at the loss of something to lean on. He looked up at her with shock as she leaned over him with a scowl.
“What is it you were needing?”
An hour later, she watched his retreating form, the smell of rose and honey thick in her hut and the bag of gold coins heavy in her hand. All she could do was hope she wouldn’t live to regret what she’d done.
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The weeks to follow were far better than most she had. She used the coins given by the prince to buy chickens and a goat, as well as a few vegetable plants. The space between her hut and the surrounding woods were turned into a garden and pen for her new animals. Soon enough, she was feasting on eggs, goat cheese, tomatoes, squash, peppers, and so much more. Not to mention, she had so much more access to herbs and components that she was able to practice her magic far more. With a few spells here and there, her plants flourished. The outer walls of her home bloomed with vines and flowers. She herself felt far brighter.
It was when she was in her garden, in fact, that the prince found her. She had been tending to her strawberry plants when a small bottle was thrown onto the ground in front of her. She didn’t look up, continuing to prune.
“What can I do for you, your highness? Was the love potion not to your liking?”
“Of course not! You promised me that it would work within two weeks, it has been four and nothing has changed!”
Udita shook her head, pointing out, “I did not promise, I said it should work within two weeks. I warned you that not knowing the exact situation would inhibit the strength of the spell. If I had known more I could have tailored it better, but since you refused to tell me anything I could only do so much. Still, perhaps the object of your affection is simply guarded with their feelings. You might have to be more forward with your own emotions. It’s hard for you to be sure.”
“Of course I’m sure, I’m the one that took it! I feel no different than before!”
At this, Udita looked up. “You what?”
He slumped down to the ground, raking a hand through his brown curls. “It was for me, alright?”
Udita placed her sheers down, brushing the dirt off her hands onto her apron. “Forgive my intrusion, but why would a prince need to fall in love? Don’t you have a beloved fiance?”
He shook his head with a humorless chuckle. “That is precisely why I needed the potion. My fiance, she’s… We’ve been betrothed since we were children, even if it wasn’t announced to the public until recently. Ever since we were children, we knew we were to marry. I know she will make a wonderful wife. She’s kind, and smart, and funny, and so so beautiful.” His face lit up as he described her, then quickly fell as he looked down at his hands. “She just, she deserves so much better than me. She deserves a husband that will worship the ground she walks on, that dotes on her every hour of the day.”
Udita hummed, a smile creeping onto her face. “May I ask a question, your highness?”
He pouted, nodding.
“If your fiance came to you and said she wanted to marry someone else, how would you feel?”
“I would respect her decision,” He answered immediately with a steely expression, “ Although our marriage is arranged, I would never want to force it on her.”
“But how would you feel?”
His mask slipped, pain creeping in. “Heartbroken.”
“Would you ever consider being with someone else? Have you ever felt the way you do about her for anyone else?”
He didn’t respond, realization seeming to dawn.
“It seems that you have misunderstood love for infatuation, sir. What you feel for your betrothed is something you have built over years of knowing her, of caring for her.” She couldn’t help but chuckle. “You took a love potion for someone you already were in love with.”
The prince scrambled up to his feet. “I-I need to go.” He started running off, throwing a quick, “Thank you!” over his shoulder. She watched as he ran, laughing.
Oh, the irony.
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You get called over to the children’s section of your store. A father is surrounded by onlookers and is frantically asking questions and begging for help. He says to you “Look I know that my child is half human, but I’m trying to do my best. I just need the right soap and hairbrush!”
“Excuse me…pardon me…” I push through the crowd, employing a few polite shoulder taps and one less-polite elbow.
Finally, I’m in sight of the harried man. In his arms is a toddler, a little girl who beams and burbles, waving her pudgy little hands at the people around them. Her dark hair seems to be plaited into a mass of tiny thin braids, and I’m surprised that a child that age would sit still for as long as it would take to manage that.
Then one of the thin strands moves. It rears up to look at me. Several of the others follow its lead, turning toward me and flicking their forked tongues.
I stand there with my mind a perfect blank. Luckily, my customer service voice has repeated itself so many times, it can operate without conscious direction. “Can I help you find something, sir?”
“I’m not sure what I’m looking for,” he says desperately. “I think she’s got dandruff. Do you think baby shampoo would help?”
I peer at the little girl’s head. Up close, it still looks like she has animated braids, thanks to the patterns of the scales. Clinging to the shiny strands are a few papery, translucent flakes.
And then it clicks. “No, sir, you don’t want soap. These little guys are shedding! It’ll probably happen a few times a year while she’s young. Let her play around in a bathtub–don’t leave her alone, obviously, but she’ll probably want to soak her head in the water.”
His shoulders sag as some of the tension leaves them. “That’s it? We can do that. She loves bath time. She always wants to play in the bathroom after anyone showers.”
I nod. “It’s the humidity. And…hey, I’ve got an idea!” I lead him over to the adult hair-care section, to the rack with the barrettes and decorative combs. All the combs have wide, smooth teeth, but some have textured bits at the top.
I pick out one with a carved wooden pattern. “If she’ll put up with you tucking one of these into her…uh…like this, it’ll give them something to rub against.” Very, very slowly, giving the little wigglers time to move out of the way, I slide the comb into the mass atop the little girl’s head. She giggles. The tiny snakes flick their tongues at the new toy, bump it with their noses, and begin to twine around it ecstatically. Soon, we’re looking at a toddler with a sweetly elegant (if slightly wiggly) updo.
“Sold,” her father says decisively. “Dusey, say thank you.”
“Tank oo!” says the little girl happily, and we head up front to the registers.
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Me, plunking Stinky Bastard Man’s carrier on the counter: hi he’s here for shots and a nail trim and he’ll need to be sedated
Nurse: Are you sure? We can try-
Me: he needs to be sedated
Nurse: Well, it’ll take longer-
Me: he needs to be sedated, he will try to rip your face off
Nurse: Well we’ll try without first and we’ll let you know if we need to sedate
Me, watching her carry him away: you will need to sedate him
Nurse, coming back 10 minutes later clutching her hand: so, we will need to sedate him
Me:
A man with 3 caution stickers on his med file
Since this post blew up and people have asked for this villain’s record, here are some of Stinky Bastard Man’s more heinous crimes:
- Screamed so loudly with such unbridled fury the one time he wasn’t sedated at the vet that he caused a little girl in the waiting room to burst into tears
- Ripped an escape hole in the patio screen door in a single night
- Snuck into the garage overnight where he managed to pull down his massive food bag from the top shelves, ripped it open and ate so much he couldn’t/wouldn’t move when we found him in the morning
- Learned how to open the laundry cabinet to sleep on the clean towels
- Learned how to open doors, thus allowing the dog to follow in after who then eats from the trash
- Bats off anything on our windowsills that gets in the way of his sitting. Current succulent casualty count: 4
- Thankfully cannot open the bedroom door due to rusty mechanisms, but managed to slip in one night when it wasn’t fully closed. Jumped down from my windowsill squarely onto my stomach, leaving me to bolt awake screaming from the blow and convinced I was under attack
- Tricked me into loving him forever anyway
Ripped an escape hole
in the patio screen door
in a single night
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
thebidork
oh my god he’s THIS Stinky Bastard Man!!!!
the stinky bastard man, the stinky bastard myth, the stinky bastard legend
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dr who’s on first, doctor strange is on second and doctor house is on third. theres no way theyre getting through a single inning
so who’s on first?
That’s right 👍🏻
that’s strange
No, he’s on second.
Well how’s he on second if he’s on first?
No no no, House is on third. Second base is Strange.
Well this whole darn thing is strange but what I’m asking is who’s on first?
Naturally.
Who?
Naturally.
So Naturally is the first baseman?
No. The first baseman is Who.
Well I don’t know that so how’s about you tell me?
House is on Third.
I’m not asking you about third base I’m asking you about first base.
Who’s on first!
This is horrible
Dr Horrible is the pitcher, not first base
That’s not what I’m asking about! No!
Dr No is in the outfield, but let’s not worry about them right now.
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THERE'S A SEQUEL!
MR. NOODLE
The adventure continues!
Awesome dad is awesome.
Hopefully the mother will get used to it
I can never find the full thing together so here it is
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I need to be mad somewhere. I only could watch one episode before I had to take a break.
The live action remake of ATLA. They did Katara SO dirty!! In fact, I think Aang might be close (kinda) to the animated series, but the rest of the characterisation raises so many questions marks like?????
Where is my passionate and easy to anger Katara? Where is her agency in being able to do a little bit of (however wonky) 'water magic' that her brother did not enjoy. Not dislike. He found it annoying. So until Aang came she could do nothing except be sad and calm. This Katara? The one who's supposed to go to the Northern Water Tribe and then fight Pakku? This Katara is not fighting anybody. She went straight from stirring a blob in the water to raising a wave in the sea with a single direction from Aang. Like what? Is she nothing but a failed waterbender on her own??
Where's my angry Zuko? He's mean and he's driven but his anger is not fiery. He's not cutting with his words, he's not shouting.
In fact the only one getting angry is Sokka!! Who does not anger quickly. His deflection is humour. He has not been funny yet.
On the bright side the bending animation and the sets are absolutely stunning. But I'm so unhappy with how watered down my favourite characters are that no amount of beautiful bending is gonna do that. I only hope it gets better because I do want to watch it.
So I watched two more episodes. And I conclude that the first episode really was their worst. It's different, they're switching up the story and stuff and I don't mind -something different to look forward to.
I'm now curious to see where they take this.
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does your character get enough sleep?
Well, why should they? I'm not getting enough either!!
So I’m only to episode 4 on the live action ATLA but I think they’ve done a good job with Zuko, Aang, Iroh, Azula and Sokka(somewhat). We can see the bond btw Zuko and Iroh, and the fact that Zuko has a quick temper and he’s frustrated in his prolonged exile. I like that so far Aang isn’t as silly as the cartoon (even as a kid I never loved all that, lol) but still clearly showcases that he’s a kid that has a huge responsibility. Yeah they’ve toned down the sexism in Sokka which does effect his character and the growth he had but there are still plenty of moments where I was like yeah, that’s Sokka. Azula looks like someone you can trust which makes her even more disturbing, haha.
Is this show perfect? Nope but I don’t need or expect it to be. I’m ok with adaptations straying from source material bc I’m not interested in seeing the exact story redone in a new medium. If they get a second season I hope they see some of the criticism and act on them. But overall, I’ve enjoyed this first few eps for the most part.
I am 100% on board with there being differences from animation. What I'm not okay with is the major character quirks being missing. For others, I could go 'meh fine let's see how that goes'. But the introduction to Katara's fighting spirit is missing. She's so, so toned down. Everyone else, I can see developing a little differently and I wouldn't mind that but damn, Katara got totally pushed to the back.
Since you're further up ahead, I'm hoping things have gotten better because I AM going to watch it. I hope the character growth takes us somewhere better but the introduction is definitely lacking.
That said, I stick to the positives that the CGI is goddamn gorgeous and I paused all the time (much to my SO's annoyance) to just admire. And I love and am terrified by the fact that they went down sequentially and actually showed the air tribe genocide because it was hair raising to watch. A lot of nice decisions, but some overall, major ones could have been better.
I need to be mad somewhere. I only could watch one episode before I had to take a break.
The live action remake of ATLA. They did Katara SO dirty!! In fact, I think Aang might be close (kinda) to the animated series, but the rest of the characterisation raises so many questions marks like?????
Where is my passionate and easy to anger Katara? Where is her agency in being able to do a little bit of (however wonky) 'water magic' that her brother did not enjoy. Not dislike. He found it annoying. So until Aang came she could do nothing except be sad and calm. This Katara? The one who's supposed to go to the Northern Water Tribe and then fight Pakku? This Katara is not fighting anybody. She went straight from stirring a blob in the water to raising a wave in the sea with a single direction from Aang. Like what? Is she nothing but a failed waterbender on her own??
Where's my angry Zuko? He's mean and he's driven but his anger is not fiery. He's not cutting with his words, he's not shouting.
In fact the only one getting angry is Sokka!! Who does not anger quickly. His deflection is humour. He has not been funny yet.
On the bright side the bending animation and the sets are absolutely stunning. But I'm so unhappy with how watered down my favourite characters are that no amount of beautiful bending is gonna do that. I only hope it gets better because I do want to watch it.
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To this day, I almost invariably use knives in a reverse grip because Ahsoka made such an impression on me as a kid.
like, when you cook? Or like pocket knives?
When I cook.
And yeah, it took a lot of getting used to.
OP share a photo I wanna see what it looks like when you're cutting veggies
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Please Fix the Story - pt 31 The Void Between - END
Last part. (Although I do plan for at least one or two side parts. One definitely from Liam's perspective. Maybe one from Adonis if I feel like it).
Guys, I started this story forever ago. Took a huge break when my life fell apart. I picked up the pieces, and never really thought I would get back to doing the things I love again. But here I am. Finishing this story. I'm so excited.
Please enjoy.
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“System!” I shouted into the white void, one hand still holding Liam’s tightly. “Stop hiding!”
THUD
Adonis had fallen to the ground, released from my power that had bound him. He stood up shakily, wiping a small amount of blood from the corner of his mouth. “Where did you take me?” He demanded angrily. “Where is this place?”
“This?” I looked around with a slight smile. “This place is the End.”
“The End?”
I thought for a moment. “Or perhaps the Beginning? It depends on your point of view, I suppose.” I gestured around at the blank whiteness around us “This is the void between, outside of the lower and higher realms, outside of stories. There is nothing here... nothing except memories.”
Liam stood protectively near me. “Where is the System?”
“It’s here. It’s watching. It just doesn’t want to admit that it lost. It views me as weak, pointless…”
Blue flames streaked out from out of sight towards my head. Sensing the magical attack, I dodged and waved a hand, countering it with my own power.
“YOU MUST ACCEPT YOUR FATE” The bright blue words briefly appeared in the void, then disappeared just as fast, leaving nothing but an afterimage behind.
“BEL!” Liam had fallen when I dodged, and reached towards me, panicked.
“It’s okay. That was just a test.” With a grunt of pain, I stood back up again. “REALLY?” I spoke out again. “A sneak attack? Are you really that pathetic?” There was no answer, the System was hiding again.
“Hey!" Adonis had recovered from his shock, and resumed being a pest. “Bel! Tell me what’s going on, now!”
I didn’t even look in his direction. “No.”
“What?! What do you mean, no?!”
"I mean: 'No'." Still looking for any trace of the System, I cast a sympathetic glance towards Liam. “Poor guy.”
Liam caught on quick. “Don’t worry, Bel, I’ll help him!” He cleared his throat, turning towards the enraged hero. “’No’ is an English word used to give a negative response. In this case, the word ‘no’ would indicate a refusal to your request for more information. Similar sounding words, such as ‘know’ with a ‘k’ can sometimes be confused depending on the context clues, but that word is generally used to indicate knowledge rather than refusal. So if she had said ‘I know’ instead…”
“SHUT UP!” Adonis screamed, swinging at fist at Liam, who let him punch him in the chest without any apparent pain. Adonis instead withdrew his hand with a screech, one of his fingers clearly bent at a weird angle.
“Your chest breaks fingers?” I asked with a raised brow.
Liam pulled his collar down, showing off a coat of black scales with a grin. “Dragon skin is tough. Also known as the ‘idiot-tax’.”
During this exchange, I continued searching with my power, trying to feel the system’s presence. “Seems fair.”
“Why is it hiding?” Liam asked quietly.
“It doesn’t want to face the truth.” At my answer, Adonis stopped groaning and looked insulted.
“Why do you answer HIS questions and not MINE?”
“Because he’s my husband… and you’re annoying.” I turned to Liam. “Are you curious?”
Liam smiled at my question. “Very.”
“Then I’ll explain it to you as we go.” I looked around again, sensing that the System had hid itself. “It’s hiding within this space, and so I’ll need to force it out. Since it wants to hide the truth, I’ll show exactly that: the truth."
My power swept around us, filling everything.
"It all started here. In this void.”
