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genuinely the only bald man that can get me wet
Katara as Jean Grey.
Aang as Spiderman
Walk with me.
A dark, modern Spiderman/Marvel AU
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Bending is seen as a rare mutation: outlawed and heavily feared. One may say it’s considered a curse.
Aang is a young self-taught bender of all elements trying to keep Republic City safe from bender and non-bender criminals.
He does his best to keep his identity hidden and live a decent life.
If anyone figured out who he was…well he doesn’t like to think about it.
Without the mask he’s an ordinary guy. But the moment the mask goes on, he’ll do whatever he can to keep balance in the city.
It’s like his late mentor Gyatso said. With great power, must also come great responsibility. And Aang wanted to use his abilities for good.
Somehow, despite people’s fears surrounding benders, he’s managed to gain the trust of a lot of people.
Although some still see him as a threat.
But he doesn’t let that get him down.
As time passes, he becomes known as the friendly neighbourhood hero, and the people of Republic City give him a name to call him by.
A nod to an old, withered legend that calls back to a supposed time when bending wasn’t so hated. When bending was once celebrated.
They called him the Avatar.
And he guesses, it kind of just stuck.
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One night, he’s chasing down a truck speeding down the streets of Republic City, the city lights flashing and a full moon hanging above his head as he zooms across the sky, people pointing and recording at the sighting of the mysterious hero.
The young multi-bender flies with urgency, using his air bending to catapult himself across rooftops and over cars. Both he, and the speeding truck are heading straight for a collision course with City Hall.
The van veers madly across the road, relentless as screaming people barely jumping out the way.
‘Bastard,’ Aang huffs internally, frowning.
He effortlessly swoops down just in time to swipe a street merchant out of the way, just as the vehicle smashes through an innocent cart of cabbages.
His small victory is interrupted by a loud cry. He winces, staring incredulously as the man in his arms wails in his ears.
“M-My cabbages!” The man weeps, clinging tightly to Aang. “Let go of me! You fiend!”
Aang blinks, a little taken aback.
“Uh, Sorry man. Here.” Aang offers, floating down and gently placing him on solid ground, waving sheepishly despite the scathing glare of the old merchant, before he’s shooting off again, jumping multiple feet in the air.
He quickly notices the van still speeding down the main road, almost at City Hall.
‘Not on my watch.’
With a burst of air, he catches up quickly and lands on a nearby rooftop.
Thinking fast, he raises his leg and stomps his foot, a pillar of rock erupting from the pavement, slamming into the truck's path just enough to stop it seconds before it can bulldoze into the building.
The vehicle crumples and skids until it impacts and crashes through the side wall of City Hall, but Aang's earthbending roots it in place, preventing a worse disaster.
Satisfied, he jumps and lands gracefully beside the wreck.
He glances around, checking to ensure no one is injured, bending the smoke away with a wave of his hand to clear his vision.
As shouts and cries of panic echo around him, he quickly slips into a familiar routine. He ushers people away from the immediate danger, nodding politely at their whispered thanks, checking over any potential injuries and shooting reassuring looks through his mask.
Once he’s sure the coast is clear, he heads over towards the damaged truck.
“It’s over. Don’t try anything!” He calls out sternly.
After waiting a beat, and receiving no response, he approaches the vehicle cautiously. He then wrenches the door open with ease, flinging it aside before squinting into the darkness.
“Hello…?” Aang calls out, starting to feel a little unsure.
Still getting no response, his left palm heats up until a small flame bursts to life, a beautiful blend of reds and orange dancing along his fingertips. He leans in, placing a hand on the top of the car, using the flame to see clearly.
Aang freezes.
‘…What.’
Curled up in the truck is an older woman in the driver’s seat. She’s dressed in a grocer’s uniform, looking terrified, her eyes wide and bloodshot.
Aang blinks, confused.
‘Mrs…Lee?’ He thinks in utter shock.
He instantly recognises her as the sweet old lady who sells his favourite custard tarts in the small store near his apartment. She works day and night in that tiny place with her husband and her cat, Tubby.
What the hell was she doing trying to drive a truck through City Hall…
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‘!!!’
Aang tenses.
Then, he spins around and lifts his arm, the air around him bending to his whims.
He pauses.
Then he takes a deep, slow breath.
And stares at the barrage of bullets hovering mere inches from his face.
The Avatar’s eyes harden.
His fingers slowly tense and clench as he increases the pressure of the air. Then he slams his hand into a fist and the bullets crumple into nothing, crushed into flecks of metal and dust.
Then his eyes slowly trail over to the direction of fire.
A security officer on the scene stands frozen, his smoking gun trained on Aang. But his hands are trembling, his face a mask of horror.
“I-I didn’t mean to do that!” He cries out, but his jaw suddenly slams shut with a click. His limbs contort and twist before he mechanically reloads his gun and takes aim again, his whole body shaking.
“…Hey man, no need for that.” Aang says cautiously, assessing the threat as he subtly gets into a defensive stance, squinting through his mask, his eyes pinned on the trigger finger.
Usually, people were friendly towards him and his work. Well, “friendly” is subjective, but he likes to be optimistic.
You can think of it as an unspoken truce that works well for both sides, especially when it comes to keeping the city safe. He saves the city, and they don’t hunt his ass down for being a bender.
Win-win for all.
But he certainly wasn’t new to people with a deep hatred towards benders. Including himself.
Especially himself.
“It’s not me! I can’t control it!” The officer chokes out, but his hands remain tightly curled around his weapon.
Aang feels unease twist in his stomach at the pure desperation in his voice.
Without wasting another moment, he flips through the air, landing behind the officer and disarming him in a fluid motion. Batting the gun away with a flick of his hand, he pulls the guard’s hands tight behind his back in a locked hold.
But the moment the gun is out of commission, the guard slumps in his arms, lifeless, like a puppet with its strings cut.
Aang tenses.
“What the—.” But he doesn’t have time to think.
Aang, still holding the officer, feels the hairs on his neck prickle with a sharp sting, his senses on high alert.
‘!!!’
He dodges on pure instinct, simultaneously shielding the guard with his body as a brick whizzes past his head.
His head snaps back in the direction of the fallen truck to see Mrs Lee now outside it, her arm outstretched, staring at her own limb in alarm.
“Mrs—…Ma’am?” Aang calls out slowly, straightening.
Mrs Lee looks up, her eyes wide and glazed. Her arm twitches.
“I-I’m so sorry—“ she whimpers, tears in her eyes. “I don’t know what—Argh!”
Her body bends at a horrifying 90-degree angle, and he swears he can hear the eerie crack of her joints echo in his ears.
Her arm rips away from her side in a movement that looks painful, reaching down to grab another piece of debris.
But this time, something catches Aang’s attention.
Or more like, he senses something.
Something strange.
He pauses, his mind racing.
What was that?
His fingers twitch.
It’s almost like…like he can feel something unnatural moving through Mrs Lee’s body. Like the steady current of a river suddenly reversing. It makes his skin crawl.
‘Wait, focus!’
“Shit—” Aang goes to dodge again, only to curse again as the officer in his arms jolts awake. The man convulses, then rears up, shoving his fist into Aang's face with surprising force. Aang has no choice but to drop him, flipping away to gain distance.
He pants, grey eyes wide behind his mask, staring as the officer and Mrs Lee face him, their chosen weapons drawn.
But the horror on his face is reflected back on theirs.
‘What the hell is going on?’
The officer’s words ring in his head.
‘…I can’t control it!’
Aang bites his lip, watching them carefully.
A beat passes.
Then—
They take off.
‘Fast—!’
Aang flinches, taking a slight step back as they launch themselves at him at almost unnatural speeds.
They move with a close to supernatural, jerky strength. Luckily, they were still much weaker than him.
Aang continues to dance around them, but it doesn’t escape his attention that their movements are uncanny: precise yet rigid, their faces frozen in terror.
Shit, shit, shit. He can’t fight back now—not when they’re clearly not in control of themselves.
He holds back his frustration, his body naturally weaving, dodging and dancing around their attacks as he finds himself at a stalemate.
What to do. What could he do?
In the chaos, Mrs. Lee's hand finds a shard of broken glass. She swipes at his face, grazing his cheek slightly, leaving a thin drop of blood exposed to the air.
Then Aang feels it.
It was unlike anything he’s ever felt.
His body tenses. Or at least he thinks it does, because he can’t feel anything.
He can’t move.
He can’t bend.
He can barely breathe.
Something has him.
It felt wrong, wrong, wrongwrongwrong—
But then—
Something pushes back.
A surge of power erupts from Aang's chest, his eyes flashing a brilliant white.
And that hold slips.
Aang tears himself free from the invisible chains that had been holding him, a man finally breaking through the surface after drowning.
Reflexively, with a decisive wave of his hand, he sends both of his assailants flying away in a powerful gust of wind, hurling them towards the wall at tremendous speeds.
They would probably die on impact.
Something in Aang snaps awake.
‘No.’
Blinking, his chest heaving with laboured breaths, Aang curses and stomps his foot, shoving a fisted hand towards the sky.
The earth beneath them rises up, catching them in soft, earthen cocoons just before they hit the wall. He takes a deep breath, shoving down the guilt at his brief loss of control.
He races over to their still forms, checking them over.
They're unconscious, their faces wet with tears, fear etched onto their features.
But they’re okay.
He lets out a small breath of relief and allows his thoughts to surge forward.
What the hell is going on?
This isn’t like anything he’s ever seen or felt before. For that split second, it was like someone had taken complete control of his body. The feeling was terrifying, and he feels a small sliver of fear worm its way into his stomach.
Police sirens begin to wail in the distance when he feels it again.
A sharp, tingling sensation on the back of his neck.
His head snaps up, staring intensely at a nearby rooftop.
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Nothing.
But he could have sworn…he felt someone watching him.
The wind howls in his ears, the light of the moon casting shadows across his face.
Shaking his head, he turned his focus back to damage control.
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Are we enjoying the walk causeeee.
Ahem, anyway. Next follows a sort of summary.
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More instances follow.
A new villain emerges. Someone who can control the bodies of innocents. A villain without a face. One he can’t see.
They quickly gain the nickname of “The Puppetmaster.”
The citizens of the city are terrified, the news reports further incidents.
Aang hunts this “Puppetmaster” down, working with city division in charge of anomalies and damage control to contain this new threat.
Turns out he’s an asset to them, especially when he finds out he’s the only one they can’t seem to control.
Good.
Aang is determined to figure out their end goal. They’re targeting different facilities across the city, searching for something.
Information? Money? What were they looking for.
And is this Puppetmaster a bender? He hasn’t seen anything even close to it before. There isn’t a single bender he’s encountered who’s managed to do that.
Maybe a spirit? But spirits haven’t been seen for decades.
But whatever the case, he has to stop them. Whatever they’re looking for, it can’t be good.
However, as he gets closer to the truth, he slowly begins to realise things are not what they seem.
A darkness that exists from his own past comes to light.
And suddenly, he’s not sure who he is anymore.
And maybe this Puppetmaster has more control over him that he realises.
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Unknown Location
She was done hiding.
She was done running.
She wasn’t that little girl scared for her life.
No.
She buried that. weak girl who was scared of her own abilities, huddled in a corner trying to survive, who couldn’t save anyone.
No, now it was them who should be afraid.
She won’t let anything get in her way of finding the one person who matters most to her.
The person they took from her.
Not the law.
Not the police.
Or even her own guilt.
And definitely not the Avatar who dares look at her like he could ever understand.
༺𓆸༻ ༺𓆸༻ ༺𓆸༻ ༺𓆸༻ ༺𓆸༻ ༺𓆸
༺𓆸༻ ༺𓆸༻ ༺𓆸༻ ༺𓆸༻ ༺𓆸༻ ༺𓆸
fanart by Nanfe on deviantart
Another Kataang fic idea
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Wanted to write my thoughts before I forgot this idea. I don’t actually ship Jean and Spiderman in the movie, but idk the characters just FIT and had me thinking. I also think Katara and Aang could be MJ and Spiderman. Depends what type of story you want to tell. Apparently, I wanna go DARK
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I want to start a discussion here and please just hear me out first. So I am reading Gita and I've been thinking a lot about Krishna's teaching to Arjun and how it all mostly boils down to (I'm really boiling it down) doing the duty for the good of the society. Arjun doesn't want to fight in the war, doesn't want to kill because the people on the other side are family but Krishn tells him to get over it. He tells arjun to sacrifice everything, all of his beliefs, his truths and the entirety of his being to the war and fight to do his duty. For Dharma. To put aside himself and all his associations and do what's right. Now there's a lot of back story there (A Lot!) But I keep thinking about aang from atla in the same sense. He doesn't want to kill ozai, he's desperate to find another way. He refuses to put aside his beliefs and his association with being an air bender. What would have happened if aang hadn't found energy bending. If he couldn't take fire bending away from ozai. What would he do then?
I personally think that aang wouldn't have been able to kill ozai. He wouldn't have been able to give up being an Airbender to his core. Because of the genocide he clung to being an Airbender like his life depended on it (understanbly so). And I keep thinking would that classify Aang as selfish? Would krishn classify aang or more specifically this behaviour of aang as selfish for not being able to put aside his beliefs and do what's needed to be done or would Krishn admire Aang for not giving up on his beliefs and keeping his people his teachings alive by living them and finding another way around them. I think gokul era krishn would admire aang but war era krishn would call aang selfish (adult aang I guess not the kid aang. Krishn would understand that aang was literally 12). War era Krishn was not having any of it.
I also keep thinking that aang was 12. He was a child. Maybe he would've been different and like other avatars and not so opposed to death or killing if he would've had a chance to grow up with the airbenders and become a full fledged avatar the normal way. In the scene when aang talks to Yengchen asking for advice she says that the avatar's duty is to the people first. An avatar is an avatar first and an Airbender second. They don't have the luxury to follow the same ideologies and practices as the rest of the airbenders. This is somewhat along the same lines as what Krishn tells Arjun to do his duty for the people and deal with the consequences good or bad whatever they will be when they come. And this particular scene made me think that had aang gotten a chance to grow up with the airbenders they would probably teach aang about the necessary evil that is violence and how being an avatar he can't escape it. It definitely goes against everything the monks follow but aang has to face this truth. To always try to lead with love but to not falter in the face of violence.
Do I think aang is selfish? Nope. I think aang not being able to kill and preserving the essence of monks and airbending is an act of rebellion and I love that for him. I love how he found a way. How his sheer will was so strong that the universe had to provide a way to him. If aang killed he would definitely be an avatar but he would not be aang anymore.
There's a lot to discuss here and it's a very niche intersection that only those who know both the stories will understand. But I often think about this and am never able to reach a conclusion. You really need to know about Krishn and his character and Mahabharat the entire story to participate in this discussion but if you're one of those people who does get all my points please leave your thoughts.
Nothing just thinking about how aang carries the weight of an ethnic cleansing genocide on his shoulders and the grief of being left behind.
I spotted this little Aang out in the wild and he made me so happy, I just had to share him!
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I am here to once again rave about the end credit music in the atla movie. I meet with my childhood self every time I hear it. It's my childhood packed in a song. It's so beautiful so so beautiful and the art work and gand in the credits is just cherry on top. Not only that the music used in avatar seven heavens has me so excited. The south asian influence and blend with the whimsical magical world of atla ahhh. And the singer the legendary Venugopal is AMAZING in all of it.
First scene of the gacha life movie is done im scared guys 😟😟😟😟
