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canary3d-obsessed · 4 years

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed - Episode 02

Warning: Spoilers for all 50 episodes!

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Donkey Riding

way ho and away we go, donkey riding donkey riding way ho and away we go, riding on a donkey

Wei Wuxian and Apple are doing their best for the Ministry of Culture and Tourism.

Xiao Zhan had trouble riding the donkey sitting side-saddle, so the Department of Questionable Practical Effects made him a fake leg to wear while riding regular style.

Can you spot it? It’s very hard to spot. It is very convincing.

Simple Pleasures

Wei Wuxian takes his time wandering up the nearest mountain, and half of the cultivators in the land also wander up this mountain because...Night Hunting! The cultivators are hot and thirsty from walking because they forgot that they all know how to fly.

Wei Wuxian relaxes by a well and listens to people stanning him.

Also

I’m going to say it: Wei Wuxian never met a drinking vessel he couldn’t blow.

Everything is Beautiful at the Ballet

The actress who plays A-Yan is named Zhang Linran. She probably has studied dance since she was 4 and now she gets her big break which turns out to be feeding an apple to a donkey. So let’s pause for a second to look at how beautifully she moves.

Reunions are Awkward, Part 1

Wei Wuxian meets up with one of his family members and it goes super well.

I...like Jin Ling? He’s much less of a douchebag than his dad, his uncles Jin, Jiang, and Mo (the three stooges), and every damn one of his Jin cousins. He’s genuinely brave (his Dad’s primary good quality) and his hair is on fleek. He’s still a whiny diaper baby, but I like him.

(much more after the cut!)

Then Jiang Cheng shows up, looking fine as hell and radiating peak arrogant-prick energy.

When he discovers that ‘Mo Xuanyu” stuck a piece of paper to Jin Ling, he tells the child to literally murder him. Excellent uncleing! A+++++ would recommend.

“In fact, literally murder anyone who uses Yiling Laozu’s tools, like talismans, lure flags, or spirit compasses - basically murder everyone in the Lan Clan plus those other fanboys we saw coming up the hill. Then get out there and make some friends, goddamn it!”

These nets full of cultivators on this daytime night hunt are the only time we ever see anything in a net during a night hunt. In fact dudes constantly go night hunting and the only prey we ever see is rock lady, murder turtle, and a couple of rag mops in the lake.

You Are Not Qualified to Speak to Me

Also radiating arrogant-prick energy on this occasion is Lan Wangji. He has been using pettiness as a weapon since long before he met this Jiang Cheng turkey, and he *brings it* when Jiang Cheng tries to have a conversation with him.

Letting your eyes wander everywhere except to his punchable face while you ignore his passive-aggressive questions? Quality work.

Dropping a silence spell on his child and then letting your own child explain it to him? Golden.

Lan Wangji is never ever going to forgive Jiang Cheng for what he did on cliff day, and his silence here is as pointed as an ice pick. I suspect the last words Lan Wangji actually spoke to him were “Jiang Wanyin, stop it,” sixteen years ago.

Jiang Cheng is actually the bigger person in this particular interaction, visibly mastering his temper and telling Jin Ling to take his medicine.

Reflecting

Wei Wuxian hangs out by a beautiful river and hallucinates for a while. River Jiang Yanli is nurturing and River Jiang Cheng is pissed off, so there are no surprises there. River Jiang Cheng thinks that Wei Wuxian is a promise-breaking douchebag. He’s not exactly wrong.

Courtesy of convenient gossiping cultivators, Wei Wuxian discovers that the 16 year old arrogant kid from the Jin clan who his brother from the Jiang clan has custody of is actually and quite obviously Jin Rulan.

Well fuck I guess now I care about something, that’s inconvenient.

Needing to help parent the child of the sister who parented him is what draws Wei Wuxian fully into his new life.

As soon as he has this realization, Apple comes back from roaming around, and never gives him any trouble after this for the rest of the story. Which...probably doesn’t mean anything.

Wen Gravesite

Does Wen Ning hang out here because it’s where he and his (dead) people came from? Oh great, now I am sad.

Judging by all the leaves on this grave thingy I’m going to say that this grave tender dude is, ah, not very good at his job.

Get him, Jingyi!

I feel like maybe we all focus too much on how Lan Jingyi is so hilarious and sardonic and not enough on how he is a such a biscuit.

Soul Grass

As mentioned in the previous post, Chinese spiritual concepts don’t always translate well into English. Soul grass? Sure, why not.

This is where Wei Wuxian’s Sherlock Holmes brain starts to work, although he still doesn’t remember really basic stuff about Dafan Mountain. Dying and changing bodies is rough on the old neurochemistry. This creates more opportunities for flashbacks, however, and if there’s one thing The Untamed deffo needs more of, it’s kissing flashbacks.

Temple Statue

Presumably grave-tender dude is also in charge of clearing away spiderwebs at the temple, because it’s not getting done.

Jin Ling walks into the temple blaspheming at full volume.

Since this isn’t a Greek story, he isn’t immediately struck blind for this. Then when he wishes for the statue to come alive, it obligingly does. Everything’s coming up Rulan!

Wei Wuxian shows up to rescue all the kids by throwing talismans at the monster which does not tip anyone off to who he is.

Baby Cultivator Babysitting

Lan Wangji chills out in the cultivators’ pavilion with Jiang Cheng and their mutual hate boners.

Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian forgets all about his nephew and turns into cool professor guy, explaining the basics of soul-eating to the baby cultivators and gleefully encouraging their fear of Hanguang-Jun’s punishments.

Because the Lan babies are good filial children they are super respectful and engaged with this random adult who is lecturing them. They also - like their own Hanguang-Jun at their age - see and admire Wei Wuxian’s intellect. It’s easy to forget how extremely smart Wei Wuxian is, because of how extremely dumb Wei Wuxian is.

Lan Jingyi suddenly figures out Wei Wuxian is not crazy.

Bis. Kit.

Then Rock Lady shows up and Jin Ling sticks 6 arrows into her while Lans Jingyi and Sizhui stand around not bothering to draw their swords.

I see a lot of comments about the bad effects in the statue sequences but I think Rock Lady is all right. The figure animation is decent and the lighting is no worse on her than on everything else in the scene. Her hair is nice, for a rock person.

Admittedly I just finished watching Guardian which has CGI monsters so bad they may have injured my retinas and possibly also my DNA, so the bar, for me, is pretty low. Rock lady clears it with room to spare.

Note: Wei Wuxian’s flute playing does zippity towards controlling the statue. Not sure what his plan was here.

Wen Ning Kicks Ass

Now we get to meet Wen Ning, who appears to be a stone-cold badass. Later we will discover how hilariously inaccurate that assessment is.

While all versions of Wen Ning are delightful, this version of Wen Ning is also...strangely attractive? He’s got a Patti-Smith-Horses-Era vibe here, instead of his more usual lost-baby-dork vibe. And his dreamy “I have nails in my head” expression is intriguing.

I mean, he’s not a total snack like zombie Song Lan or pre-zombie Song Lan or blind Song Lan or post-zombie Song Lan, but this look is a good one for Wen Ning, is what I’m saying.

Reunions are Awkward, Part 2

Lan Wangji, who has 99% already recognized Wei Wuxian because of the haunted sword and the fierce jawline and beautiful neck and tiny tiny waist, is summoned by his flute playing as inexorably as the Ghost General was.

Jiang Cheng also recognizes Wei Wuxian and goes into full beatdown mode, thwarted (silently) by Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian attempts to preserve his incognito by sassing Jiang Cheng in as sibling-like a manner as possible.

Hanguang-Jun’s Pro-Ghost Agenda Has Been Clear for Some Time

This Jiang/Lan fight is hilarious when you consider the implications.

Macroexpression vs. Microexpression

Mo Xuanyu brought Wei Wuxian back using sacrifice summons, a dark ritual invented by Wei Wuxian that he, most likely, did NOT show to Lan Wangji back in the day. So it’s a pretty safe bet that Lan Wangji doesn’t know that Wei Wuxian was gifted a body, rather than stealing one.

when your brother turns around, you must whip him you will never live it down unless you whip him

When Jiang Cheng lets loose with Zidian, it’s not just because he’s angry. He’s using purple power to force Wei Wuxian’s ghost out of the body he’s apparently possessed. And Lan Wangji instantly STOPS him from doing that.

Clan Leader Jiang: this person has been possessed, against their will, by an evil ghost

Future Chief Cultivator Lan: Counterpoint: I am banging the ghost

Flashback Time

Welcome to your 30-episode flashback!

Once I used to join in Every boy and girl was my friend Now there's revolution, but they don't know What they're fighting

Let us close our eyes Outside their lives go on much faster Oh, we won't give in We'll keep living in the past

Road Tripping to Summer School

Gosh I’m looking forward to younger, kinder, more relatable Jiang Cheng.

...prick.

Incidentally, until now this episode didn’t know that Jiang Cheng has smile muscles, and neither did the person who glued his wig on for him.

I Like Rabbits

Here we have our first rabbit in a large collection of rabbit iconography that appears in The Untamed.

Instead of sending everyone to the Wikipedia page for Tu'er Shen I’m going to take this opportunity to rec the short film Kiss of the Rabbit God by Andrew Thomas Huang (tw: blood, tw:body-mod cutting) which you can read about and watch over at Nowness.com

Particularly if you are a queer person of Chinese heritage, check it out.

So. What the fuck are these? Are they food?

Are they made from wax? Or corn starch? or pig intestines?

Wei Wuxian runs off to get laid drunk and Jiang Cheng grumps about it. Jiang Yanli reminds him that being free is a Jiang Clan Rule, so really Wei Wuxian is following the rules by not following the rules. Does that mean he’s not free? My head hurts.

Jiang Cheng: yes but grump grump grump

Jiang Yanli: Nothing bad will ever happen because of A-Xian’s choices, trust me

Outro

Wei Wuxian faint tally: one Caught by: the cold hard ground

Soundtrack: 1. Donkey Riding by Great Big Sea 2. Living in the Past by Jethro Tull 3. Whip It by Devo

Fic prompt: Lan Wangji’s internal monologue while he sits in the pavilion with Jiang Cheng

If you write a fic from this prompt and want to share, please post a link in comments!

Bonus: Wang Zuocheng, macro-expression king

Episode 03 Restless Rewatch coming soon!

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zukofenty · 4 years

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Sugar

➜ Summary: The one where there’s a former skateboarding photographer turned teenaged masked vigilante running around protecting the city from crime. Yet, Katara always knew she wasn’t meant to just sit a good fight out.

“Did you just fucking slap me?” Zuko is incredulous, clutching his reddening man tit.

“Yeah, what are you going to do about it? Be mad?” Katara bites back.

➜ Genre: Spiderman!AU, Modern!AU, humor

➜ Words: 3.8k

➜ Warnings: I love Zuko😩

AO3, My Zutara Month Playlist

@zutaramonth hi!!! this my late day 1 hehe

“Self care 2020 is officially over. We’re doing drugs again.”

Suki stares at Katara quizzically. “No, I don’t think that’s how it goes.”

“Are you sure?” Katara asks, puzzled. Suki just rolls her eyes, picking at her chipping manicure as Katara focuses on her biology homework.

“It’s only been like two weeks into the New Year. Yeah, I’m sure,” Suki deadpans. “What makes you think that doing drugs again is remotely going to-” Her rant is abruptly cut off at the sound of commotion coming from the courtyard. “Fuck, not Jet again.”

Katara jumps to her feet. Not this bitch again . Before she has to do more damage control than Camila Cabello’s publicist every time she opens her mouth and something stupid (and/or racist) for the 1000th time, Katara surveyed the scene before her. Freshman Aang, still prepubescent and so, so tiny was spared from having his face shoved in a moldy grilled cheese sandwich the cafeteria gave to kids who couldn’t afford lunch (yay public school!). He’s not facing Jet’s usual wrath inflicted on any short king 5’9” and under. Instead, a figure was gasping for air in an oversized black hoodie, hands clawing at Jet’s angular face.

“Hey Jet!” Katara yelps, pulling the tall boy up by his belt loops. He pauses in pummeling Zuko’s oh so pretty face, and grins unabashedly at Katara. The smile she knows is only reserved for her.

“Yes, Katara?” He smirks when he could almost hear pussies clench. He knows his power.

She smiles back at him, making it almost reach her eyes. “I did a little research, and guess what?”

“What?”

She pushes her bangs from her eyes, looking so sweet and innocent in her blazer and her signature knee length boots. “You’re a whore. A dumb whore.” He can’t help but let anger paint his face. “Leave these damn kids alone ! Don’t you have another class to ditch? A military program to join? A car to mod? Find a hobby. Go to therapy. Stupid.”

Her hair flows whips around as quickly as she does, flowing and bouncing effortlessly as she heads to AP Chemistry.

Zuko smiles, despite the pain in his chest from where Jet shoved his converse into. He thinks he loves her. Or what anti social kids like him thought love was because he doesn’t think she knows who he is. So polished and passionate about everything she does. Captain of the debate team, president of the Student Advocate’s club, and head intern at Phoenix Corporations in working on projects to mass clean polluted waters. She managed to do everything and still have kindness in her soul. The kind of love that you could almost feel surrounding a person.

He decides he likes staring at her, even if it’s the back of her head during chemistry. It was too easy to fall in love, when she was yelling at him to photograph the debate club’s photos in a certain light so they could post it on their Facebook for student recruitment season. He manages to always trip on his laces every time he’s around her, or stumble on his skateboard when she sends a small smile his way as they pass each other in the hallway of Ba Sing Se Academy. It’s always worth the detention Principal Pakku serves his way, if it meant he could get her attention.

In high school, guys like him and girls like her weren’t meant to be together. He’s impossibly clumsy, according to Uncle Iroh, and dangerously emo, according to everyone else. Katara, well she’s meant for bigger and better things, she’s meant to be out in the world and changing it.

She startles him, the way she turns so fast her ponytail narrowly misses his bruised face. “It was great what you did. It was kind of fucking stupid. But great.”

“Thank you?”

Katara beams impossibly wide. “You’re welcome. What’s your name?”

Zuko’s giving her a lopsided smile. “You don’t know my name?”

“Am I supposed to? You know I only keep up with Black Chyna and the lord.” Her wide eyes squint in a smile. His heart thunders, and he somehow feels as though Katara could sense it, with how much bigger her smile gets.

“Welcome to the company single handedly transforming the genetic and biological industry. The future lies within!” The monitor’s voice announces repeatedly, Phoenix Corporation’s recognizable slogan.

Zuko’s in awe. He wasn’t meant for a world like this, with fancy lab coats and holographic presentations and people with glasses spewing larger than life terms. Hell, the revolving doors got him fucked up! That shit was too advanced for his liking. Science was his thing , but this was entirely out of his league. He donned glasses as an homage to a father he had never known, abandoning him when he was a baby on his Uncle Iroh’s doorstep. A labcoat was handed his way after the intern program directors approved with the badge of some guy named “Lee.” Zuko desperately tries to ignore the pleas of the real Lee coming from the lobby of the building.

“I swear I have a badge, I swear I’m an intern here!”

A guard shoves him out the door. “Can it, zit bitch!”

“I don’t think security guards are supposed to pick at people’s insecurities,” Lee whimpers.

He’s avoiding eye contact as Katara prattles away, taking the sweaty interns every which way through the company’s headquarters. “And here is Dr. Ozai, who will be discussing his cross elemental genetics project.”

He’s a formidable man. Tall, broad shoulders. He looks intensely polished, the type of man that always gets his way. The type of man who refuses anything less than what he wants. Zuko can’t help but stare. He looks different from the pictures Zuko found in Iroh’s basement. Meaner . Is this what he will look like in the future? He tries not to think about it too hard. “Does anyone know the history of the firebenders are?” Zuko sees Ozai relishing in the confused faces of the teens, oily foreheads seemingly glistening in the fluorescent lighting.

“They were-”

Zuko promptly interrupts him. “They were born with the ability to will fire any way they wanted. Legend has it that benders were born with abilities to manipulate all the elements: water, earth, fire, air. These people were invincible.”

Ozai smirks. A first for him, a student who understood his work. “Yes, all true. But the truly powerful ones were the ones who could firebend. This element is the most destructive, yet can bring beauty all at once.” He pauses to bring a holographic video to the attention of the students. “My goal is to recreate this ability that once came so easily to our ancestors. To bring humankind to be this powerful again. Where nothing will ever get in our way, no illness, no fear. Just us and the elements, joined together once more.”

As the fellow interns become increasingly enraptured by the presentation detailing his work, Ozai turns to Katara reviewing notes for the rest of the office tour. “Who was that kid?” She couldn’t help but feel pride in her soul. As she turns to introduce him to her mentor, her brows furrow in confusion. He’s nowhere to be found.

He hadn’t meant to sneak into the top secret chamber of research, he swears. One minute he’s looking for a bathroom because he downed one too many Fiji waters because they were fancy and he wanted to feel fancy. And then of course he’s distracted by pretty buttons, and of course the rebel in him is able to remember the passcode scientists used to enter this top secret chamber. (The password was “thrussy.”)

He certainly hadn’t meant to get burned. He hastily climbed into the empty tube to hide himself as security guards routinely checked the room. While trying to unlock the door, of course he just had to trip on his laces, and of course he just had to press some button. Next thing he knew, he was surrounded by rainbow colored flames, engulfing his body. He remembers the last thing he searched on his computer was “what are furries festival” and prays that the police spares that from the report when they investigate his death.

But, he’s fine. He’s more than fine. He’s fucking fantastic . He’s strong, he has the reflexes of a fucking ninja, and he can conjure fucking flames from his hands. From his hands!

He practices every night, after the day at Phoenix Corp. He singed his towels, accidentally broke open his medicine cabinet when he reached for his anti depressants, and exploded his Aveeno bedside lotion. There’s an abandoned building near his apartment, and he climbs to the rooftop every night to control his newfound powers. He’s not clumsy, and swears he can rival Tony Hawk with his skateboarding abilities.

But the best part is how agile he’s become. He’s strong, noodle arms now muscular. His baggy shirts like a conscious fashion choice, and not just because they were the cheapest in the Walmart clearance rack. The kids that ignored him and continued to make out in front of his locker without any consequence? Pushed to the ground. The bully targeting petite kings? Basketball shoved firmly into his head.

“I’m trying my hardest to stop being mean. It’s really not my fault everyone is so fucking stupid.” Zuko petulantly stares at the suspension slip Pakku had written as he waits for Iroh to finish speaking to the principal. Apparently justice has consequences.

“Zuko!” Katara serious tone is heavily contrasted with laughter.

“Fine, you caught me. I’ve been ditching therapy to hotbox in the Denny’s parking lot.”

Katara huffs. “Denny’s? Really, bitch? You couldn’t have chosen, I don’t know, Target at least. Here I thought you were classy.”

Their collective laughter was interrupted by Iroh’s appearance, anger maring his usually gentle face. “We’ll talk about this later. Zuko, you know better than this. Why did you have to humiliate that boy?”

“He deserved it!”

“Enough! I’m have to pick up some later shifts at the tea shop today. Show up for yours today, too.” Zuko senses his uncle has more to say, more to berate him for. He just looks exhausted . Defeated. It’s all his damn fault. Iroh swerves to Katara. “He has you on his computer by the way! I’m his parole officer, nice to meet you.” Zuko’s mouth falls open, trying to explain to Katara who is barely holding herself together with how loudly she’s guffawing.

“I love you,” Iroh says, moving to exit out the school.

“I know.” Zuko starts to move away, before he pauses. “I love you, too.”

He thought, you get the girl, you get the firebending skills and you get hot and everything is ok. Everything is perfect. The universe has so many ways to fuck up your life, because serenity is just too easy.

Zuko’s heart clenches, staring at his Uncle’s body. There are tears that promise to slip, but never embark on their journey. A monitor nearby is noisily beeping, a tired nurse pats Zuko gently on the back. He’s becoming a recognizable figure, after all he does visit his Uncle Iroh two times a day.

It’s his fault .

It’s a thought that becomes permanent in his mind. It’s his fault that he lost track of training himself, and didn’t show up for his shift. It’s his fault that Iroh was running around the whole damn city looking for him. It’s his fucking fault his uncle was beat nearly half to death by robbers.

He grabs his uncle’s limp hands gently between his own calloused ones. “I’m going to make this right. I’m going to make you proud.” He slips away before he can feel his heart threatens to simply stop, unable to process the infinite pain he feels.

He glances at his watch nervous for multiple reasons. One, that he was going to miss his shift at the tea shop and get lectured again by June, his neighbor who has graciously taken over running the shop and housing Zuko until Iroh wakes from his coma. Two, that if he stares at the sea prunes any longer without actually eating them, Katara’s grandma would start laughing at him. Three, if Katara’s father kept glaring at him he would combust with how fucking nervous he was. It didn’t help he snuck in through Katara’s window and Hakoda had discovered him watching Tik Toks on her bed.

The dinner was a bust. Halfway through and he’s already gotten in an argument with the police chief over a certain masked figure.

“I think his name is The Blue Spirit.” Zuko admits, fighting to hide a smile.

Hakoda stares down at the boy. “More like Blue Dipshit. He’s destroying the city!” Katara quickly steps in as the argument grows heated, taking Zuko out to her building’s rooftop.

“Oh my god, you should be glad he didn’t shoot your ass up.” Katara clutches the railing, staring out to the city lights.

The same city lights he lives by, swears by. He remembers trying to seek out his uncle’s attacker. A man named Zhao notorious for his violent temper and attacks on the city’s elderly. He was able to run into his gaggle of minions on his nights long quest. While they had successfully nearly beat him to a pulp, he swears he’s set a few jackets on fire and managed to outrun them. Even if it meant he had fallen through an unbuilt building, tumbling down six stories before landing in the pits of a former fight club. He saw it then, the Blue Spirit legend. An ancient swordsman who dominated the underground scene.

He decided he was going to be the best damn superhero the world had seen. Even if it meant wearing an all black leotard every night. He designed it to best complement his firebending, resistant to the heat. The mask he slipped on every night, built to protect both him and his identity. The swords at his back that he’s been training with hours on end.

“Are you a cop?” he remembers his uncle’s attacker questioning, his new target blocked by Zuko’s presence.

“Really? You think a cop is going to be wearing a blue face mask and black spandex?” He doesn’t remember much of that night, anger too palpable and blinding his senses. All he will admit to is leaving him in some police car. Not the bruises littering the bandit’s body. Or his missing pants.

“I have to tell you something.” He joins Katara at the railing.

She gasps. “I knew it! You listen to Post Malone unironically.”

“No, god no. I haven’t hit rock bottom yet to start doing that.” He’s proud of himself for making her laugh.

“What’s up?” She asks. He can’t back out now. Not when she’s looking at him like he’s the whole world, not when she’s become his whole world.

“I-I can’t” He stutters, breaking their eye contact.

She nods in quiet understanding, turning away from him to walk back to her apartment. Zuko sighs, rubbing a hand at his forehead. “ Fuck.”

He conjures up a storm of flames to surround Katara. The force was enough to whirl her around and towards him, waiting to catch her in his arms.

“What the fuck was that?” Katara yelps, before being cut off with the feeling of Zuko’s lips pressed against hers.

“I just wanted to let you know. I Am. A. God.” He swears, the flames growing steadily from his palms.

“I’m kind of scared of you right now. Not because of the firebending or anything, just because the amount of testosterone is making me nervous.” She initiates the kiss this time. Her lip gloss tastes sweet, and he keeps kissing her until her lips become chapped. His hands can’t help but roam her body, her hands teasing and finding contact with his toned stomach beneath his hoodie.

“Are you kidding me!” Sokka calls from the rooftop’s entrance, hands covering his eyes. “I swear to Spirits above Zuko I am not afraid to castrate you right here right now. Katara, get the fuck inside!”

Zuko blushes.

“Katara, you’re so incredibly mature for your age.” Hama insists.

Katara is beaming. “Thanks, it’s the childhood trauma!”

The chemistry teacher freezes, looking at the still smiling girl peculiarly. “Um, well. My point is, it’s not worth it. I-I know it’s none of my business. I just see so much of myself in you. Including the mistakes I know you’re going to make. Honey, it’s not worth mixing yourself up with a guy that’s only more trouble than anything else. You’re going to go to the best college in the nation, I just know it. You just can’t afford to lose your focus now. Been there, done that. It’s not worth it.”

She smiled seemingly understandingly, struggling to keep her mouth shut. If only she knew.

The Blue Spirit couldn’t fight all the crime in the city alone. As much as Zuko was convinced he was the shit, he really wasn’t. The Blue Spirit couldn’t dare match up to The Painted Lady.

“You’re The Painted Lady?” Zuko questions, eyes closed in confusion while trying to process all the information. To be fair, he’s only gotten two hours of sleep a night ever since his life as The Blue Spirit began. He’s convinced the police really only sit around and eat donuts. If this was Law and Order: SVU , he just knew Olivia Benson wouldn’t need a masked teenager saving people. He opens his eyes when he begins to feel pulsating water near his wounds, Katara controlling its every movement as it works its way through his wounds.

After reuniting with his father and become an official intern at Phoenix Corp, he soon realized his father was not as occupied with cross elemental theories. No, he was much more focused on how to resurrect the dragons of the world. The true firebenders, he noted. Zuko had found hidden notes his mother had written before leaving his father. Partners in crime, they were working on their research together. Before his mother had left with the solution, before his father could understand the consequences of his work. Before his father had made himself a subject and injected their concoction into himself, become a half scaled half human hybrid roaming the sewers of the city.

He had found his father, bitter to no end as he continues producing the serum that was supposed to make the most powerful being on the planet. Zuko was left with gashes in his chest that made him wanted to vomit with how much blood was pouring out. He was left to die in dirty sewage water, his father cackling as he disappeared. Until she showed up.

The Painted Lady.

The city’s emblem, etched on coins and dollar bills. He’s heard rumors about her cleaning up the city’s rivers, healing patients doctors long gave up on. Her grandmother had told her their family comes from a long line of waterbenders, the last one born 400 years ago. She had her swear never to reveal her talents, never talk about it, never do anything about it. It was dangerous, the government would want to talk to her. She would disappear, the whole family would be in danger But Katara was never one to listen to directions very well.

“Did you just fucking slap me?” Zuko is incredulous, clutching his reddening man tit. She’s nearly healed all the cuts on his body at the hands of his father’s claws. The burn from a dragon is more painful than any other, and Katara’s upset. She can’t heal his eye, no matter how hard she tries.

“Yeah, what are you going to do about it? Be mad?” Katara bites back. She pauses the water disappearing from her hands and back onto the mug on her night stand. “I can’t believe you’re so fucking stupid.” She’s in his lap, clad in only a t shirt. Her hair falls in her eyes as she returns to heal his wounds, and he gingerly brushes the strand out from blocking her.

“I know.” Zuko couldn’t help but press a kiss to her cheek.

“Don’t return the sweatpants,” Katara throws out.

Zuko raises his eyebrow. “Why, doesn’t Sokka want these back?”

“He says, ‘I don’t want emo butt juice on them,’” Katara shrugs.

He blows a stray hair from his scarred eye out of frustration. “I consider myself chic punk more than anything else.”

She pauses again. “What if there’s more of us out there?” Katara uneasily peers up at his questioning stare. “More benders?”

Even with all the tests and insistence Ozai had for recreating this power, Zuko had been the only successful case. The only person to fully exhibit the power of his ancestors. “I don’t know. Wouldn’t they need to go through some sort of freak accident like I did?”

“What if your power was suppressed this whole time?”

He contemplates the idea, hands rubbing up and down her waist.

“I think my grandma used to say something like ‘One queef and this whole building could tumble down.’”

He is glaring at her quizzically. “No I don’t think that’s right. What does that even mean?”

“It means, life as we know it will change forever. If we find other benders to defeat your father. If we expose what bending is. Hell, the city still thinks you use jetpacks to propel yourself around the city.”

He pecks chastely at her lips. She hates how easily she’s able to relax when he kisses away her worries. “You know, I used to think if I had a boyfriend I would simply go beat pedophiles to death with him as a hobby. I don’t know whether or not to be delighted this has come true.”

“As long as The Blue Spirit always has The Painted Lady. Everything will be alright.”

“You promise?”

“You rise with moon. He does, too.” Zuko’s staring at the mask in his hand. His other hand firmly around Katara’s.

#zutara #zutara fanfiction #Zuko #Katara #zuko x katara #zutara fanfic #atla #zutara month #day 1 zutara month #day 1 #blue spirit and painted lady

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fakehappyhq · 7 years

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Hey, guys.

So I’m sure that for most of you, this is going to come as somewhat of a shock, but Mod Rigby and myself have come to the conclusion that it’s time to close Fake Happy. It truly breaks our hearts to have to do this but it’s become apparent that we can’t salvage things. No amount of taking on other mods or easing up how much we log onto the main would change declining mental health on both our parts. We have to put ourselves first and be selfish in this instance. The closure of this group is just coming sooner than either of us would’ve liked.

A part of this is to do with the fact our group grew very rapidly and with the various aspects of our plot, it became difficult to keep up with. We haven’t been able to reach the full potential of what our group was supposed to be, and for this, we’re truly sorry. The following will be separate personal messages from us both, and it would mean a great deal to us if you read them.

Before we do that, though... we’d like to offer some groups we feel you guys may be able to take your characters and hopefully feel at home.

@crave-hq -- reality television, small in size @newskinhq -- freelance, appless, small in size @harmonyrpg -- town au, small in size @betterweatherhq -- freelance, small in size @blushhq -- tour, truth or dare, large in size @unlostrp -- freelance, large in size @theplasticscenerpg -- blackmail, supernatural, needs apps to open

I would first of all like to say that I feel absolutely terrible that the Hallowe’en episode didn’t get posted. I wanted to go out with a bang and end things on a good note but it’s just not going to be feasible, and I am so incredibly sorry. I feel like we’ve wasted people’s time, and I feel like I’m letting all of you down. Just writing this message is taking me a long time because I cannot stop crying.

I love this group so much, but I’m starting to resent it. I wanna get a little bit real and say that after I modded my previous group, I wasn’t really interested in modding again. It hurt me deeply to have to close the place down, but it dragged my mental health through the mud to run it. But I came up with this idea, and when I voiced it to Mod Rigby, she was excited for me and immediately offered to co-mod. I was totally on board. We created the group in less than a week. It’s been a joy to mod with her.

I don’t want to say this is the end of Fake Happy forever... we may, at some point, decide to bring it back, so the main will likely stay up. But if we ever decide this... it will likely be very far in the future.

I wanted to make a group that people could feel safe in and have creative control, whilst still incorporating my own creativity. But it recently occurred to me I haven’t really had a chance to thrive in my own group. I got too focused on the mod side of things, and then the group increased rapidly in size, and I just never really found a balance between my characters, mental health, and being a mod. Being a mod overtook all else and you don’t need me to tell you how incredibly unhealthy that’s been for me. For me, the only solution right now is to close, and I hate that it’s the only solution.

Thank-you for sticking with us. Thank-you for allowing us to flex our creative muscles since July 26th on this wonderful group. Thank-you to the friends of mine that joined and supported this group. You’re all very creative yourselves, and very talented. Be kind to each other.

Again, I’m really sorry that we’re closing. Posting this message is going to make me ache for days because I’ll feel so much guilt and sadness that it’s over. But I love you all and it’s just time for Mod Rigby and I to heal ourselves. We can’t be good mods for you if we’re not taking care of ourselves.

Quick shout-out to our temporary Mod Skips for being my moral support for a hot minute when Mod Rigby was out of the game.

I could type for days and days but I need to stop at some point. I’m just very sorry, and I’m glad so many of you were so board with our crazy detailed idea enough to join us. Some of you have been here pretty much since we opened, and to you Fake Happy veterans in particular, bless you.

See you when I’m lookin’ at you.

- Mod Mordecai Xo

For two solid months, I thoroughly enjoyed modding Fake Happy. It felt good to be able to say that we were doing everything within our power to ensure a safe and fun group for the majority of you here. It felt good to curate a space that has come to be known for being run by proactive mods. We truly did everything we could to keep things afloat, and it’s with heavy hearts that we’ve come to this decision. As we grew in numbers, the severity of our responsibilities as mods increased further than we could sustain.

On top of modding this group and playing my baby, Jake Ewald, I’m also a retail business owner preparing for my first holiday season which is enough alone to overwhelm someone. The past month or so, I’ve found myself buried in modding duties... leaving no time to actually roleplay once all of the t’s were crossed and i’s dotted. After returning from my much-needed sabbatical... I couldn’t get back in touch with my muse for roleplaying, and I fear that putting too much pressure on myself to go above everyone’s expectations of me is the cause of that. This is no-one’s fault but my own. In the future, I hope to get back into the swing of things, but only time will tell.

To everyone that I had active plots with, I’m so incredibly sorry that I’ve been a ghost these past few weeks. You’ll all be getting personal messages once I’ve recouped from the whirlwind that modding this group has been -- I just wanted to make sure you know that I am sorry for checking out on my actual roleplaying.

To all of you, I’m so sorry that this party is ending so suddenly. I wish you all the best of luck in all your future endeavors... both in your day-to-day lives as well as in roleplay. Thanks for sticking with us!

- Mod Rigby <3

#fh.modnote #we love you guys sm ):

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kingsman-bigbang · 7 years

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[2017] BIG BANG SUMMARIES

Please make a note of the code/number(s) of the fics you are interested in. You will be asked to pick your top 3 (using the bolded codes above the prompt, i.e. BB01, etc.) in order of preference when claims go live. AUTHORS: If you do not see your summary listed but you submitted a fic to us please email the mods ASAP.

PLEASE READ THROUGH THE POST DETAILING MECHANICS BEFORE ASKING ANY QUESTIONS REGARDING THE CLAIMS PROCESS.

CLAIMS WILL GO LIVE APRIL 27TH, 9:00 CST. LINK TO TIME & DATE CONVERTER.

BB01.

Title: Galahad and Mr. Unwin Pairing: Harry/Eggsy Rating: Teen Word Count: 27k (will increase as I edit – this is still a VERY rough draft!) Warnings: Civilian!Eggsy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Graphic Violence, Implied Torture, Reference to Past Abuse Summary: When a mission goes tits up, Harry is forced to hand over sensitive data to a random civilian in order to keep it from falling into the wrong hands. Unfortunately he also happens to be very attracted to the young man in question. And then he learns the identity of his mysterious helper, and suddenly Harry’s life will never be the same again.

BB02.

Title: By the Sword and Ring Pairing(s): Harry/Eggsy Rating: M Word Count: 47,330 Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence Summary/Synopsis: Eggsy is driven out of his village by Dean for practicing magic, and in the process falls into a nearly frozen river. He’s rescued from the river by Harry and Merlin, and goes to live with them and the Kingsman. (They’re a nomadic tribe in this case.) In exchange for a tent and supplies, he trains with Merlin to become a battle mage. They end up locked in a war with Valentine who is attempting to spread dark magic in a bid for control over humanity in order to fix it. Eggsy is betrayed by Charlie, and kidnapped. Valentine tries to compel him to kill Harry but in the end he turns and stabs Valentine dead. (This idea came about in order to satisfy my need for Eggsy in furs.)

BB03.

Title: of flowers and fireflies Pairing(s): Merlin/Eggsy Rating: E Word Count: 43535 Warnings: Referenced Minor Character Deaths Summary/Synopsis: Eggsy is a familiar. For many human lifetimes, familiars live waiting for a call from one of the populations magic users. During their time of waiting, they seek out magical sanctuaries for their kind. Eggsy and Lee are on their way to one such place when tragedy strikes, and only Eggsy makes it to his new home at the Hart estate sanctuary.

Merlin is a magic user. After the death of his family, Merlin is taken in by the Hart family on their estate. It's there, growing up beside Harry, that he first learns of his magical abilities and struggles with growing up without the support of a magical family.

Even though their paths cross while growing up on the estate, it isn't until many years later when Merlin performs a summoning for a familiar that they connect. A friendship grows to something more while the two learn to navigate their newly formed bond.

BB04.

Title: darling, so it goes Pairing(s): Harry/Eggsy Rating: E Word Count: 26K~ Warnings: alcoholism, PTSD, canon-typical violence, angst with a happy ending, established relationship, break up and make up, graphic depiction of past abuse, relationship problems, drug dealing and human trafficking, mission fic Summary/Synopsis: Told through a series of vignettes, conversations and flashbacks, this follows the story of Harry and Eggsy post V-Day, and the people that surround them, as they begin their relationship. Fraught with the typical inherent complications of any new love, those of living in bliss and learning hidden flaws, they both struggle with coming to terms with their own expectations and limitations, Harry’s trauma from Kentucky and how he copes, Eggsy’s abusive childhood and how it’s shaped him as a person. It leads them down a troubling path as they navigate through the mess left behind as they discover the consequences of keeping secrets, even as spies; what it means to live in the past while staring down the future; and the difficulty of forgiveness. These hardships ultimately send Eggsy halfway across the world, trying to escape what he thinks is the end of what he and Harry have, before he finally can understand what it means to not just love but to be in love, even when the one you love isn’t perfect.

BB05.

Title: Death Came for Him & He Became Death Pairing(s): merlin/eggsy (mostly preslash) Rating: T Word Count: 21,113 Warnings: lots of death, some violence Summary/Synopsis: When Eggsy was a child, a man came and told him his Da was dead. He gave Eggsy a fob in case he ever needed a favour. Eggsy couldn’t figure out why his Mum never talked about the posh man. And one day he crashed a car and ended up in custody and called in that favour. And there was the posh man not looking like he aged a bit in 17 years, who had to explain a few things to Eggsy and decided to offer Eggsy a chance at a job.

And Eggsy figured being a Grim Reaper sounded sort of interesting. What was he doing with his after life anyways? So now he is haunting an estate in the country, has a ghost puppy, a new best friend, and two men teaching him insane things, and he is learning that the universe is more unfathomable than he could have ever understood while alive.

A retelling of Kingsman where instead of being spies they are all Grim Reapers.

BB06.

Title: make like stars dying Pairing(s): Roxy/Gazelle; side pairings: past Percival/James, references to Harry/Eggsy Rating: M Word Count: 47024 Warnings: death of minor characters, brief mention of non-con/torture, canon-typical violence Summary/Synopsis: The mission is supposed to be simple, a way to tie up some loose ends in the aftermath of V-Day, but an unexpected complication ends up putting Roxy at risk of being labelled a traitor by the very organisation to whom she’s sworn life, limb, and loyalty while forcing her to re-evaluate everything she’s ever known about herself.

BB07.

Title: I’m going to get there the only way I know Pairing(s): Harry/Eggsy + ensemble cast Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 34,000 Warnings: canon-typical violence, some unorthodox use of body parts but not in a sex way Summary/Synopsis: Outside the church in Kentucky, Harry realizes that the centers of aggression aren’t the only things that have awoken in his mind. The thing that is fizzing in his veins isn’t anger. It’s power. Electric, vibrant. Magical. In another universe he might have died here. But in this universe, Harry ends up with a few more tricks up his sleeve. Valentine (literally) isn’t going to know what hit him.

BB08.

Title: No Matter How Far Pairing(s): Harry/Eggsy Rating: Explicit Word Count: 21.5k Warnings: None Summary/Synopsis: Eggsy looked around, scanning for anything out of the ordinary — well anything other than a weird arsehole in a £5,000 suit — but really, what else was he going to do. “Yeah, all right,” he grumbled and had to jog down the steps and after him to catch up. Damn those bloody long legs. He sneaked another glance at them and the bloke tutted with a sly glint in his eye.

“Do keep up.”

Eggsy rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, old man.”

He laughed — hard. “Oh, Eggsy, you have no idea.”

Or, a Doctor Who fusion in which Harry is the Doctor (of a sort), Eggsy his companion, Kingsman an amalgamation of UNIT/Torchwood (which somehow still has the mansion and ridiculous trials), and Valentine an evil alien out to control the Earth with SIM cards — but this is all a very bastardised fusion of Doctor Who, so no knowledge of the show required. There is still travel through time and space though. Also, people keep chasing Eggsy and he’s just really fucking done with everything, thanks.

BB09.

Title: Whatever Is, Is Good Pairing(s): Harry/Merlin, pre-Harry/Merlin/Eggsy Rating: E Word Count: 20036 Warnings: No Summary/Synopsis: Harry Hart should not be allowed within fifty feet of tiny runty puppies because he loses all reason. When he finds an abandoned teacup schnauzer searching for food in the bins, he immediately decides he’s going to be its mother and brings it home to love forever. Obviously he doesn’t stop to consider the fact that he’s out of the country more often than not so all the actual looking after is going to fall on Merlin, who has a deep disdain for people who make their dogs wear clothes and thinks anything smaller than a wolfhound is basically a pointless rodent.

Meanwhile, Eggsy is floundering on probation after grassing up Dean and his thugs in return for escaping jail time for his part in all their previous criminal activity. Life is looking pretty bleak, no money and no prospects - until he meets a ridiculous eccentric couple and their amazing little dog, and is hired as its nanny.

Contains deeply inappropriate use of the phrases “good boy”, “bad boy”, and “where’s your squeaky balls?”

BB10.

Title: More Like Guidelines Pairing(s): Eggsy Unwin / Harry Hart possibly Eggsy Uniwn / Harry Hart / Merlin Rating: M Word Count: 20k~ Warnings: Not many besides past child abuse off screen spousal abuse not very on screen classic stuff we see in the Movie- my language- fantasy - pirates - swashbuckling - boss women. Summary/Synopsis: Blood, Salt, and Water. I’ll find you, dear sister, I swear by the tides.

Our young Ruffian Eggsy is not so down with this uppity Privateer bloke Harry Hart but whatever if it helps him get his sister Daisy back there is little he isn’t willing to put up with. Hey if it gets him on a boat out in the ocean and past the Sea of Long Knives he’s down. But some utter dick decides to crash his party or there is more to Harry Hart then first assumed and while he was having Eggsy tag along on this little venture he failed to mention the apparently end of times weapon they were picking up. Whats a guy to do but steal a ship become a traitorous pirate and do things the old fashioned scummy way.

Commandeering whatever he needs to get the job done with a rag tag group of disillusioned soldiers + one guy still under deep illusions and half the rest of the nations military after him. They should have known better than to mess with an Unwin.

#2017: bb summaries

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