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The wildest thing about Ben 10 is that it took until 2005 for someone to have the idea "what if a kid could turn into a bunch of aliens" like this isn't obviously the coolest and most marketable premise for anything ever. Each design is a new toy. A new powerset. Come on.

But to prove that it wasn't a fluke, they continued to have the best ideas for every aspect of it. How does he transform? A cool watch you can also sell as a toy. That watch's name? Omnitrix. Say it. It's so satisfying. How many aliens? Ten. Nice round number. The kid's name? Ben. The show's name? Ben Ten. His full name is Benjamin Tennyson, a normal, plausible name, but he also turns into 10 aliens.

Bigger brands dream about this synergy. Better writers would kill for this coherence. So holistic. So intuitive. The identity alone!!! The retro alien sound motif? Chilling. The green? Any other color would be wrong. The kirby krackle pattern? It seems so obvious in retrospect. The roadtrip format? Genius. Lesser writers would've done the spider-man high school thing. His arch nemesis being Cthulhu darth vader? Inspired, iconic, intimidating!

The execution has its highs and lows, but the idea??? Game changing. So self-evident that it seems inevitable. If Ben 10 didn't exist, it would be necessary to invent him.

i mean ...

YES they helped promote eating disorders and colorism in the early 2000s but have you considered they were sososo cute while doing it

did not expect to do this but apparently this is the year of sequels, so here is a snippet of part 2 of none of this is real

There is dirt under Adrien’s fingernails. 

He turns the tap on; it scalds, makes his skin feel like it’s peeling off. Layer by layer. Slow, methodical. Soap, a brush, and he scrubs his hands like the animal that he is, that he has become. 

A knock on the door. Someone is calling his name. When did they start?

“—drien? Adrien! You’re going to be late for school.”

He can’t go. Not like this. Not with dirt under his nails and ashes on his hands and the truth written all over his face. 

“Do you hear me, Adrien?”

He turns the water off, quieting the roaring in his ears. A lump in his throat. He’s learned to speak around it. 

“Yes, Nathalie,” he tells the door. “I hear you.”

Even through the wood, he can feel the way she considers him. Head tilting to the side, fingers hovering over that tablet of hers. 

“Be ready soon,” she finally says. “The limo is waiting downstairs.”

Ready. For school, for life. What does it mean to be ready? Preparation, surely. Strength, courage. Knowledge. That, Adrien has in spades. 

He dries his red, red hands on a towel. Opens the door. Avoids locking eyes with his reflection. 

“Gotta get a move on, kid,” Plagg says from his pillow. “Don’t wanna miss breakfast, do you? Most important meal of the day, or that’s what I’ve heard.”

“Plagg,” says Adrien, “are you real?”

miraculous ladybug season 4 + text posts, part 2

YOU’RE MY FRIEND NOW 🐝

Concept Art, one might say

It probably says something that Adrien says that his father's pancakes were perfect. Now that he's dead and supposedly died defeating Monarch, he's beginning to idolize him.

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