#I wanted to redo it entirely and I think I really like it :o) its like enrichment to me

[puppyeared]

Updated my carrrrd *does a lil dance*

[roxyzwritez]

pearlrose content

wanna see how ive been writing all these episodes? spoiler: it was not written with the intent to be read. but its really cute if you can get past and decipher my writes. (also im not 100% sure i like how i did this. may redo this one.) pls feedback. also @rosenotactuallyquartz i think you may like this ((im sorry abt the near daily tags))

under the cut so dashes don't get flooded

greg wakes up. gets coffee. gets breakfast. sits outside. frown.

rose floats over.

rose: good morning greg!

greg: hey rose.

rose: what's the matter? :(

greg: i was hoping you wouldn't ask.. im not doing great.

rose: why is that?

greg: i thought i'd be so happy that you're back. i thought i'd still be completely in love with you like i was before, but.. i just don't feel it anymore. im sorry.

rose, frown: that's okay, greg. we can be friends. i understand. i disappeared for 14 years- not that long to me, but that's a long time for humans. i understand if your feelings changed. especially with all my.. mistakes… revealed. im just glad you told me.

greg: are you sure? its okay to be upset, rose.

rose: i dont follow human relationship dynamics. im a little sad, sure, but you're still a friend. its not the end of the world.

greg: as long as you're okay.

rose: i am. don't worry about me, greg.

greg: okay.

she looks at him with a smile before flying off back home. she walks in.

tumblr note: im really unsure abt the breakup thing honestly. it feels weird especially how she just instantly goes to pearl. tell me ur thoughts yall!

stv, eatin chaps: hey mom.

rose: hi steven. wheres pearl?

stv: ooooooo-

rose chuckles: oh, stop it.

stv: i think she went to her room. she's been in there a lot recently.

rose: huh. alright, thank you steven.

stv: no problem.

rose goes into pearls room.

rose: pearl?

pearl quickly gets up: y-yes rose? sorry, i didn't know you were coming.

rose floats on over: i would like to talk to you about something.

pearl,😳: o-okay.

rose: i know how you feel about me. but im not entirely sure you understand how i feel about you.

pearl looks away: but- greg.

rose, chuckling: pearl. i talked to him just now, and he told me he doesn't feel that way towards me anymore. and from what i understand about human relationships, being with multiple people is a bit of a problem. ive always loved you, pearl. i knew either this would happen, or he'd… reach his time at some point. this was always going to happen, pearl. i don't need future vision for that.

pearl: i-

rose tacklehugs her to the ground and they roll around happy. pearl happycries

rose: ohh, my beloved pearl. not my pearl, but my beloved pearl. does- does that make sense?- oh my- (starts laughing)

pearl, chuckling softly: i know what you meant, rose.

rose: okay. good. le smoochie

pearl: i love you, rose. so much.

rose: i love you even more.

pearl: no, i do.

rose, chuckling: oh, pearl.

they smile at eachother.

stv: that was the cutest thing i've ever seen in my life.

pearl extremely embarrassed: STEVEN!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE-

rose: pearl, its okay. they're all allowed to know. we don't need to be a secret. besides, garnet probably knows anyway.

pearl: o-okay. but steven please don't do that again.

stv: it was so worth it. i will never forget this.

rose: alright, steven. can me and pearl talk in private again?

stv: aww mann. okay. (leaves)

rose: you don't know how badly i wanted to be with you. always. it hurt that i couldn't be there for you for those years.. trapped in his gem. i wish i could've done something, but i just couldn't. believe me, i tried.

pearl: its okay. its not your fault. you're here now, and that is enough for me. (squeeze hug cry) im sorry for crying so much i cant help it.

rose: let it out, pearl. its okay. (soft hug n comforts back, headpats and otherwise adorable shit)

[starified-lizzy]

I figured I should redo my intro to my blog-

ELLO >:DDDD

(Edit/Update:) First of all, because my friend and I just had to deal with an art tracer;

YOU CANNOT TRACE, REPOST, CLAIM MY ART AS YOUR OWN OR *WHATEVER*. MY ART IS *MY ART*. MAKE YOUR OWN. ITS NOT THAT HARD AND EVERYONE STARTS SOMEWHERE.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated tho :3

Also- if you wish to use my art as a profile picture, you MUST give me credit as the first thing in your Bio/About me.

(Back to the original post)

Name’s Lizzy! Or Star! I really don’t give a fuck which you use!

Here’s my pronouns card! https://en.pronouns.page/@starified_lizzy

I draw shit for FANDOMS

I write shit for FANDOMS

I got OCS whom I LOVE and ADORE.

“Can I draw fanart of your fics?” My sibling in Christ, we are married. /pos

“Can I draw fanart of your fanart(like DTIYS)?” My sibling in Christ. /pos

“Can I draw fanart of your OCs?” CHRIST. /pos

RAHHHHHH (it’s really fucking early I shouldn’t be doing this now ;-;)

Here’s a list of my socials, it is very limited because I hate the “standard” socials like Twitter and Insta and stuff like that. So it’s more like- fanfic sites, and any other blogs I own for you guys to check out >.>

My AO3

My Art Fight

My YouTube

My TikTok (basically dead at this point, I only ever like/favorite things on it, but I might start up again with my FNF au instead)

My Pinterest

My Spotify because sure

My FNF au blog

My demonpocalypse blog ([possibly] forever retired due to a severe issue in the community it was for)

Blog for food/recipes I want to try because MMMMMMMMMMM FOOOOD

Wow that’s actually not limited like I thought- hot damn I need to touch some grass.

HERES A LIST OF FANDOMS IM EITHER CURRENTLY IN, OR HAVE RETIRED FROM (Also CCs):

Retired-

DSMP (and MCYT as a whole for the most part), dude our community is in *shambles*. I’m so glad I left when I did, but at the same time O W.

ATLA. Technically I’m still in this fandom, but I only really get back into it/brainrot about it if I get a reminder, otherwise I kinda forget about it

FNAF. Same with ATLA, still technically in it, but I gotta be reminded it exists sometimes.

BATIM. Ditto

Wings of Fire. Ditto

Undertale. Ditto. Lizzy, my main persona, was actually an OC created from Undertale, who just ended up becoming her own person, and then ended up being associated with mine and my friend’s Minecraft au instead.

Onto CCs I no longer watch:

Any of the DSMP ppl, with very few exceptions

Jacksepticeye. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still watch a video of his if it pops up and spikes my interest, but I don’t actively seek his content out anymore.

Any of the old Minecrafters. Like DanTDM, Stampy, Tiny Turtle & Little Lizard. Hell, I don’t even think any of the ones I listed even do YT at all anymore. I’ll still watch their old videos tho.

Current-

FNF. I really could give less of a fuck if y’all think it’s “bad” or “for kids (it’s not, I promise you)”. The music slaps, and quite a few mods are really well made, so eat my ass.

Day of Dragons. The dragons are cool. I don’t care about any drama in the community. I’m here for the cool fucking dragons.

The Isle. Once again, I don’t care about any drama in the community. I’m here for the cool ass dinosaurs because you can customize your own skins and they just look and sound cool (Dilo, Herarra, and Ptera are my faves)

Lethal Company. Do it for the Company.

RainWorld. Scugs and Scups. Need I say more?

Hollow Knight. Sorta falling out of this one, but until I beat the entire game (P5) I am not finished.

Minecraft. Technically in “the fandom”, but not really attached to a specific YTer or anything like that anymore. I just like the game.

CCs I still watch:

Astral Spiff. Sprog is a good gamer.

Smii7y and his friends like Grizzy, Droid, Puffer, Blarg, etc.

Jack Manifold. I only watch his You Laugh You Loose and Ghost Sighting Compilation videos. I don’t even know if he still does Minecraft anymore.

8-BitRyan. While he doesn’t swear in his videos, it’s kinda a breath of fresh air. Plus his edits are quite funny.

Markiplier. Yes. Just… yes…

IGP. His content is just interesting. The way he freaks out over shit is funny as hell. Does he do content with IcyCaress anymore? Their banter was funny, but idk if something happened, cuz I just don’t see much stuff with Icy in it anymore.

As of right now, that’s all I can think of. It’s nice to meet you!

[stripeixii]

Huh, au idea, thought it'd be funny idk

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He wasn't sure he wanted to, but he had to see someone, he hated admitting it but he needed help, and this was a little bigger than a workroom consultation.

With the sentiment of a deep breath he started up the paved walkway to the familiar house. He had alway thought the spooky decorations along the walkway and porch were cute, but now they seemed to taunt him as he half drug his feet in a slow advance to the door. Not entirely sure he wanted to reach it.

The dark wood felt so familiar yet so off-putting noiw.. 

He had to summon his courage before giving a soft knock.

The door opened to reveal the petite girl behind it, and her eyes went wide.

Jeremy thinks it was the fastest he's moved as he stepped forward to cup a hand over her mouth before she could get any noise out.

His hand was covered in dirt and dried blood, and now his palm had bright purple lipstick smeared all over it.

“Please,” he started, “don't scream… a 6ft man at your door… and you scream… your- n-neighbors will call the cops,” he managed to get out, not realizing how difficult it would be to start talking again. 

Giovanna’s eyes were wide and she looked like she might be sick but she forced out and ‘Mhm,’ as she breathed out a heavy breath trying not to think about the grime on his hands.

With a bit of hesitation he pulled his hand away, and as soon as he did she yelped, bouncing back a bit.

“Wh-why are?? Why are you here?? You-”

“I know.'' He cut her off, and though his instincts told him to get in the house so he could shut the door, he stayed outside of it, having retracted his step from earlier and stepped back through it.

He did move cautiously to wipe his hand against his thigh, leaving a purple smudged stain in its wake.

Giovanna was (understandably) wigged the fuck out, and shuffled forward a few steps. It took a moment of silent contemplation before she finally approached his slouched figure. With an extreme hesitancy, as if he might bite her she reached out carefully to push the loose and tangled hair from his face, her hand holding it up at the side of his head as her eyes investigated the sloppy stitchwork that trailed around the top of his forehead, temple, cheekbone, and along his jawline. She could see his hair caught in the line but wasn't sure if it was in the stitches or old blood. She looked at him as if trying to make sure it was actually him.

It was at this distance he could see the entirety of her face,  she had tried to redo her makeup but it did little to hide her red and irritated eyes from crying. No amount of concealer would hide that her under eyes were swollen and puffy.

“What… happened..,” she asked quietly in a volume that was barely loud enough to be a whisper.

“Can I… Come in?” he countered her question with another and she frowned, stepping back.

“I’m- oh, uh- Y-Yeah-!” She said a bit panicked , her eyes bobbing around a bit. She was a bit surprised to see him slip his shoes off at the door before stepping into the house. The small illusion of normalcy helped her to remember the person attached to what was infront of her. He had even reached beside him to push the door closed.

Giovanna felt frozen in place, watching him, her hands folded together and pressed to her upper thighs.

“So-o, ah, why-”

Jeremy looked at her with an unchanging expression, part of her wondered if he could change his expression…

“I don't know why I'm like this.” He mumbled in response. Giovanna stiffened, straightening up.

“Oh! Um-!” She tried to find the right words

“I-” She tried again before forcing a coherent sentence, “Why did you come here-?!”

He looked to her from his gaze on the ground and managed half a smile, the first sense of emotion she's seen out of him since getting here, 

“You're into freaky shit like this.” 

Hah.

Though seriously, he wasn't really sure where to go.

“‘I think… I'd traumatize my kid.” He added

Both were oddly valid points, and she was at a loss of words, involuntary holding in a breath.

“Oh-h!” She breathed out, “Okay..!” She remarked but couldn't quite find the right words to keep the conversation flowing.

Glancing around a moment she forced a deep breath and shook her glad a little before pointing at the dining table. 

“Sit-!” She squeaked.

Interestingly she hadn't offered the couch, which was closer to where he stood, but if it was an attempt not to get upholstered furniture dirty, he kinda got that.

He decided it best to sit where she designated, despite being a home he was usually so comfortable being in he felt like a complete stranger.

His unaddressed questions were answered as Giovanna returned and set a coffee cup in front of him as well as a small napkin with a cookie on it.

Jeremy thought it was cute, he liked how she was trying to treat the situation normally.

Seeing his eyes on the cup she asked nervously, “Oh uh- c-coffee’s okay, right?” And he glanced over in her direction.

“Yeah…” He said quietly as he watched her give a sheepish smile. He noticed a lot of her make up was gone only smudges of the light foundation and smeared eye shadow and liner remained.

It was amusing at best, Jeremy had no doubt she had hastily washed her face in the kitchen sink.the edges of her hair clumped and shirt collar was darkened with water

What else would you do if a dead guy put his hand all over your face?

He decided not to mention it.

She had turned on heel to scamper off to the next room and Jeremy released a shallow breath in a sigh as he looked back to the cup and cookie in front of him.

He thought about how he hasn't recalled any sense of being hungry or thirsty the past few hours. Something told him the situation may go smoother if he ate.

After a moment of staring over the two he finally picked the cup up with a careful hand. He held back a smile as took a sip. This cup was one he liked and often chose when over here, the simple white cup had a purple floral pattern around it.

The sip he took was incredibly small but it was enough he could tell the coffee had been sweetened to an appropriate degree. He… strangely liked the normalcy. 

He looked up as Giivanna sat at the table beside him, though far enough away he'd have a hard time drubbing her. He didn't really blame her for being wary. 

He had to gather an ungodly amount of willpower to pick up the cookie with careful fingers that almost felt numb before taking a bite, careful not to accidentally get a fingertip.

Everytime his jaw moved he could feel the stitches ripping at the skin, which was… odd thinking about, because he kind of thought the skin was like a mask now, with no sense of feeling. He had brought a hand up instinctively to shield his mouth, a habit he though was dead but it seems its been hiding under the surface since he was a teen.

The actual action of eating was tiring, he quickly found out, and the repetitive motion of chewing quickly started to make his jaw ache. He hoped it was something that wouldn't last, because even though the sweetness was overpowering now, he didn't really like the idea of not being able to share a cup of coffee with Giovanna. It seemed like a waste to not have a cookie, either, as she always had them on hand.

Sometimes he wondered if it was a habit or if she just liked sweets. Regardless  he took another careful bite.

Every movement of his jaw stretched and pulled at the skin, ripping at the stitches, and even though he held a hand up to block the view of his mouth, Giovanna could see most of the tears and pulls clearly. Jeremy's expression was tense and unchanging as his eyes blankly watched the table as if he were concentrating to eat.

Jeremy had swallowed what he was chewing and was quiet for a long while. Even though he wasn't facing her, he could feel her eyes prying into him as her green eyes bobbed from the mug in her hands and up to him in a repeatative succession.

“Stop staring at me.” He said, not really daring to look at her. The words came out a bit stronger than intended. He gets it, it's weird.

She jumped slightly with a little gasp, having been caught.

“Ah- i-” She fumbled, as he turned to look at her now with an exhausted expression.

“I'm sorry! Ahm- Jeremy, d-soes it hurt..?” She asked but made a face, almost spilling the contents of her own mug.

“I-i mean-im-” She desperately tried to backtrack. His entire face had been detached, of course it probably fucking hurt.

“The stitches!” She blurted, really only interrupting herself. “Your mouth I mean, not….” She hummed out a noise bringing her cup to her mouth so she didn't have to speak any more. The sound of her teeth hitting the porcelain reverberated in Jeremy's mind as he thought of how that must have felt, but Giovanna showed no sign of distress towards it.

His shallow breath escaped him in a sigh.

“No,” he finally replied.

“But it's not pleasant.” 

[solradguy]

Hello! I’ve been archiving stuff for a fandom I’m in (RWBY for context) and posting it to a side blog for fun. Really, I’m just compiling stuff I don’t see anyone sharing. I don’t want to misidentify what I’m doing!

I was wondering if you had ever posted anything about how you upscale images? You’re quite good at it, so I was wondering if you had shared any advice. When I upscale, the quality goes way down!

I don’t want you to think I’m using you instead of google! I’ve looked up guides on this, but I’m still struggling a bit. I’ve tried working with “vectors” on the advice of a friend.

Of course, I’m not really sure if this is the polite way to go about this. Maybe it’s a super secret and this is a severe faux pax! Please disregard this if it is! You feel a bit like an upperclassman in archiving (a senpai, if you prefer) and we’ve interacted several times.

Not top secret at all!! It's just kind of... esoteric lol... Been too lazy to explain it. But since you asked... ;P

I use Real ESRGAN for the main upscaling part of the process: https://github.com/xinntao/Real-ESRGAN/

It comes with instructions but basically you plop your image into the same folder as the .EXE and then run this in the terminal:

./realesrgan-ncnn-vulkan.exe -i input.jpg -o output.png

Replace input.jpg with the full filename of the file you're upscaling and then change output.png to what you want the upscaled file to be named. I usually just make it like [OG filename]BIG.png haha

Waifu2x works alright-ish too, if ESRGAN doesn't work on your machine for whatever reason: https://waifu2x.udp.jp/index.html

Once I've got the upscaled file, I do the rest in Clip Studio Paint EX 2.0. CSP's image resizer's not very good, so I don't rely on it. But the Smart Smoothing and general image adjustment tools are useful. Sometimes I'll do some light cleanup in CSP before upscaling the file too, like removing dust with the Clone Stamp or light redrawing of fuzzy parts, etc. Most art/image editing tools will have what you need. I don't get to use Smart Smoothing for archival stuff often enough to say it's absolutely worth buying CSP for.

ESRGAN is a very powerful tool, but it does lose almost all of the image's original texture when it upscales. Things like analog art or anything with rough or grainy textures will get smoothed, but already smooth digital art upscales beautifully. The best workaround I've found for restoring texture is to take the original image, resize it in CSP to the scale of the upscaled image, and then paste the OG image over it, adjust the opacity, and then use the Sharpen filter to fix it from there.

So if the original image is 400x800px and the upscaled image is 8000x16000px, you'll use the CSP resizer to enlarge the OG image to 8000x16000px and use that as the overlay to restore some of the texture. It's not perfect, but it looks better than leaving it entirely smooth. Each image is different, you'll get pretty good at figuring out what texture to use and which to erase. I've found making a greyscale static texture, setting its layer to Overlay mode, and adjusting that helps a little too. I'll put the texture I use under a readmore below.

If the image is too small, not even ESRGAN can help... It's also not too good at text if there's a lot of .JPG noise in the way. If there's text, there's a good chance you'll have to manually redraw it or font-match it and completely redo it.

Good luck!! Hope this helps. Thank you for the compliments, too!!

Sometimes Gaussian Blur-ing this very, very, slightly works with the image better but most of the time I find that leaving it crisp looks the best. Editor's discretion.

[variousqueerthings]

Yeah well I was you today, I was the Doctor. And apparently I was quite good at it

"Flatliners," an episode that I remembered nothing about prior to watching and think is... not so bad, actually. I feel like it needs another watch at some point, because honestly my brain hasn't been at its best and a lot of it happened without my taking notes. However we have a rating's system to help us!

sexism rank objectification (female character is ogled/harassed/turned into a sex joke by the doctor and/or a lead we’re supposed to root for and/or the camera): 9/10

sexism rank plot-point (lead female character is only there to serve plot, not to have her emotional interiority explored, or given agency to her emotional interiority): 5/10

interesting complex or pointlessly complex (does the complexity serve the narrative or does it just serve to be confusing as a stand-in for smart, this includes visually): 6/10

furthers character and/or lore and/or plot development (broader question that ties into the previous ones, at least two of these, ideally three should be fulfilled): 4/10

companion matters (the companion doesn’t always have to be there, but if the companion is there, can they function without the doctor– and overall per season how often is the companion the focus or POV of the story): 6/10

the doctor is more than just “godlike” (examines the doctor’s flaws and limitations, doesn’t solve a plot by having it revolve entirely around the doctor’s existence): 7/10

doesn’t look down on previous doctor who (by erasing or mocking its importance, by redoing and “bettering” previous beloved plotpoints or characters, etc.): 7/10

isn’t trying to insert hamfisted sexiness (m*ffat famously talked a lot about how dw should be sexier multiple times, he sucks at writing it): 10/10

internal world has consistency (characters have backgrounds, feel rooted in a place with other people, generally feel like they have Lives): 6/10

Politics (how conservative is the story): 8/10

FULL RATING: 68/100 (if I can count….)

the more I wrote about this episode, the more I quite liked it, in a "dependable with some flaws" kind of way. I'm surprised the last one is only a point lower, since this one hangs together far better for me on the whole, but hey, ratings are ratings and who knows what past me was thinking

and of course, this is the episode where the Doctor walks the Tiny Tardis Addams-Family-Thing style from the inside with his hand, like he's some kind of crab and the Tardis is his shell

OBJECTIFICATION: genuinely for the most part this season is pretty good on this front, a stark contrast from s5-7. Clara gets catcalled, but it does make sense and it's not egregious

PLOT-POINT: Soooo in this episode Clara gets to be the Doctor and I guess... makes the discovery that it's quite hard? It's another one of those "Clara learns something about the Doctor that makes her more forgiving of his worse qualities."

but really she's very kind throughout, very good to the people she's with, if still overly reliant on the Doctor for a lot of it, and the whole "now I have to lie!!! and tell people that it will be okay even though it won't!!!!! which is what you do!!!!" thing is not as deep a revelation as I think it wants to be?

kinda shrugged and went, yeah of course you tell people the best case scenario if you're in charge. that's just how things work?

I think this was its weakest point -- it's trying to say something about Clara and the Doctor, but not being quite coherent about it, and this has been a weakness the entire season. it's not that I can't see what's trying to be said, it's that I don't think it's being done well

that being said, if it gets us to an interesting point in their dynamic, I'm quite forgiving right now

COMPLEXITY: I was so sleepy. soooo sleepy. so I missed some things. 2D creatures from a 2D... dimension? anyway they come through and mess up some people and take their forms. I genuinely thought that there wouldn't be so many dead people in this one, I think because they're dead to begin with as A Christmas Carol says, but their impact isn't really felt so much?

it's a pretty tragic little episode, but I would have wanted it to be more grounded in that tragedy. to really see someone who perhaps believed that their family member might still be alive, learns that they aren't, and makes the decision to tell everyone else who is unsure (as an example), because they didn't "die" they "went missing"

that being said, it was quite fun. I liked the single-episode main character (Rigsy), and some of its little bits of subtext around him being this POV character, vs the community service guy

CHARACTERS/LORE/PLOT: Ehhh ok Clara "understood" what it was like to be the Doctor. (But not really)

also I think... ok I really really like Michelle Gomez as this character, but once again it's a character that's introduced a bit messily. we're constantly just shown insert shots of her at the end of episodes, and it's somewhat disjointed going from episode of the week to "oh yeah and this reminder of this being something at some point."

we also get Clara's lies being caught out by Danny, who is at this point I think officially Ill Used by his girlfriend, but I'm sure we'll get to that...

COMPANIONS MATTER: Clara does some heavy lifting here woo! especially at the end to get the Doctor back, I appreciate that that was her idea, and not just her plugged into the Doctor asking him what to do, which I think there was a bit too much of

“GODLIKE” DOCTOR: it's still a bit centred around the Doctor being this grand tragic awe-inspiring person that Clara is trying to understand but I do appreciate how much more unhinged that is getting. the more we move it along, the more Clara is herself revealed as someone who, honestly, is perhaps having too much fun with the idea of having the kind of power the Doctor has

I think there's some intention to that, although earlier episodes were far too messy about it, and I think the Doctor is done a disservice in order to make this point happen

PREVIOUS DOCTOR WHO: a small callback to a Fourth Doctor episode, but overall a solid standalone

“SEXINESS”: genuinely genuinely... we may be free... we may be free!!!!

INTERNAL WORLD: again, I wish we'd known a bit more about this place. I really really like grounded episodes, after having everything be up in the stars we go to a local estate that we recognise some version of, and follow some people who live there, and Rigsy was a great character for that

I also note that there are more main Black characters this season (and they're generally quite interesting, complex characters, like Rigsy and Blue and Saibra) than in the last three, not least of all Danny Pink, and I'm glad for that

but yeah, I wish there had been more that and then perhaps a simplification of the main story, which mainly consisted of running anyway. to make that last line from the Doctor really hit -- that some people who didn't deserve to die, did -- I would have liked to have understood what those people meant to their community/what that community was

POLITICS: Rigsy! misunderstood graffiti artisté! we get a wonderful line from the Doctor actually (who earlier called him Pudding Brain a few times, which... fine fine we're dealing with this Doctor being A Dick, but still... sigh)

"Your last painting was so good it saved the world, I can’t wait to see what you do next"! affirming a kid from the estate who clearly doesn't get support from the system in which he exists? we do love to see that

there's a bit around the idea of community service, but not much. on the whole though, it's Rigsy's point of view that makes it work for me, and the counter-view from the nasty community service guy, who is soooo explicitly an antagonist

FULL RATING: 68/100 (if I can count….)

Solid and Dependable, with some genuinely quite creepy scribble creature zombies that are just Malevolent

it could have done more in some places, but I think its core is not bad, and Rigsy is an underrated single-episode character

rushing towards the end! Three episodes left!

[nitazenes]

we get intermittent interest in our commissions

i think you should just go for it, even if there isn’t much interest

it can be really fun

i think you’re art is good enough, you just don’t give yourself enough credit-

;o; that means a lot!!! I admire you as an artist so that. means a lot to me <3

youre not the first person to tell me i dont give myself enough credit for my artwork. In any form of art.

I'm an artschool dropout, fun fact! I was entirely self taught. I learned to draw by looking at pictures and copying it freehand. so it wasnt like tracing or anything (although tracing can be a good way to practice) i learned to look at something and get my interpretation of it on paper.

But it got to a point where i thought, maybe, *maybe* i have something... worth pursuing.

So I went to a. well. its a prestigious art school

my professor was a well known charcoal artist in our area, i actually admired him as an artist

the drawing I turned in for the start of our class was criticized for my lack of detail work (im kind of. cartoony, not a lot of details) but the second project I turned in, i did it wrong. I swORE he said we could do the project in ink or charcoal, i chose ink bc i had never drawn with ink and wanted to be more confident with it. it was just a drawing of my desk. it was criticized as childish and my shaky lines displayed a clear lack of confidence and that my grasp on the fundamentals were obviously underdeveloped.

mine was the only inked one within a bunch of charcoal drawings and I wouldnt have even put mine up with the other projects if i knew i would be getting this kind of criticism.

One day I was sick and missed the first day of perspective. in drawing there is single point perspective, two-point perspective, and three-point perspective. you have to know how to do single in order to learn how to do 2 and 3 point. I missed the first day on first point perspective. I came back to class the day they were doing second point perspective and everything i tried to draw my prof would stand over my shoulder and tell me i was doing it wrong (bc i didnt know how to do it) and when you try to explain two point perspective to someone who doesnt know single point perspective, it just sounds like jibberish nonsense. my prof began to get frustrated with me and I started to cry so he walked away leaving me there amongst my classmates crying bc i couldnt understand. So I went home that night and had to watch several youtube videos to teach myself how first and second point were done.

The last straw was a still life he set up. everything was black, grey, or white. it was a practice on values

this was fun for us because, that was something we could do. was look at something and draw a rough rendition of it.

he told us at the beginning of class to buy white pastel and white chalk, right? you would think i was supposed to use that to make those white objects white, right?

you can see the white pastel on the saddle. but this is what i had done when my prof comes over and tells me i wasnt supposed to use any white, i was only supposed to retract charcoal with a kneaded eraser so i had to redo it and he considered this a fail. when you draw with charcoal, when you are done, you must spray fixative over it so the charcoal does not lift off the paper and get everywhere, it preserves it basically, lol you can see how dark some of the things are in this drawing, thats many layers of charcoal

this is what it looks like with less layers.

so you can see that the black blacks are thick charcoal. i intentionally did NOT spray fixative on my art piece, waited until about half of the class put their drawings in the turn in pile, i turned mine in with no fixative so my drawing was most likely destroyed but it also would have gotten an annoying amount of charcoal on anyone who touched it and on any projects on top of it.

i never went back.

so im a little hard on myself when it comes to art me thinks lol

[rotshop]

help girl i just woke up and im already thinking abt mag s/o again. anyway please consider ;

[ tw body horror, some brief light gore and violence ]

[ note ; reader is SLIGHTLY described. the only thing mentioned is that they have a noticeable, identifying scar on their face

hank + mag s/o

-he knew you even before the boombox incident. he doesn't even really remember how you two first met, he just remembers that you started talking to him and then just kinda kept coming back. at first he wasn't the biggest fan of you since he was 'doing just fine on his own,' but...he admittedly was already really attached to you. they've never been much of a talker and that's especially noticeable to you at that point in time but ,,, they respond enough with signing, nodding / shaking their head, or the occasional speaking that you're able to carry some conversations pretty well.

-he doesn't really. have. a lot of people in his life. you're really his only real close friend, it's kinda hard for him to fully wrap his head around it so !! they chose not to, instead focusing more-so on whatever it was you were rambling to them about that day.

-not super sure of where to put this lmao but ummm ehe . he's actually surprisingly touchy with you????? like. you've hung out at his house a few times and he just like. you'll start out sitting next to each other and you'll end up either laying with your head on their chest or vice versa . its . a little funny . you tease him about it a little and he just flicks your shoulder. also traces your scar a lot if you'll let them, they're not entirely sure why they do it, they just . like asking you about it occasionally.

-also you have scary dog privileges. they might look like any other grunt at that point but they're still tall as fuck and idk man !! something abt getting a blank stare from someone who towers over u would probably make u shut up and mind ur own damn business.

-again, he's not super good at fully recognizing / acknowledging certain thoughts and feelings of his but . yknow. he can definitely tell he at least worries about you a lot more than he would some other grunt he just met. he can definitely tell there's a reason he doesn't mind you touching him, whether by grabbing his hand to go show him something or just placing a hand on his shoulder or arm (most likely arm, again. hes tall. ). they can definitely tell there's a reason that they find themself genuinely enjoying your interactions.

-after the park thing you don't see them for a long time. everytime you try and call him the lines dead, everytime you try and ask others about him you just get choice words, all in all you're pretty much lost on the entire thing. sure, you know what happened but . it just never sits right with you. it doesn't help whenever people ask questions about them or give you wary looks because of your association, half steps back when you take one forward.

-anyway. yeah nevada goes to shit and you get magnified for the aahw. by now you just. don't really talk about hank. surprisingly, you have a little more of your old memories than the average mag !! congrats. problem is they're all foggy enough that you only really distantly decipher them. lmao. you aren't super high on the ladder but you're a pretty tough mag to beat. you're well known enough that other mags tend to hang around you when there's not much else going on. v2 mags especially think it's fun to mess around with you by jumping on your back or otherwise clinging onto you . idk man u've got like . a little family here .

-at one point or another there's an outing youre on that ends up going wrong. you get split up from the rest of your unit and are forced to hide out in some old abandoned building while you wait for backup. you're a little too injured to try and walk all the way back, a heavy gash on your side preventing you from doing too much in the moment. when you hear heavy steps on concrete you're able to give some sort of noise of relief, turning your head to look over your shoulder at whichever agent in your group had finally found you-

-you're instead met with red goggles and the end of a gun.

-any kind of relief is snatched away, you know damn well who it is by just the bit you can see in the dark alone. even standing in the shade between two windows (one of which you were sitting by, probably how they seen you in the first place- if that's the case though, it's a little weird they hadn't just shot at you through it.) you knew it was him. you're already stumblingly forcing yourself up to as much of your full height as you can manage, taking some kind of defensive position even as one of your hands ghosts over your gash. the throbbing pain of it and the feeling of blood sticking and running down your skin is enough that you can't seem to focus on the fact that he won't stop staring at your face.

-it doesn't take long before your legs seem to fail you, forcing you forward a bit as you kneel in some sort of attempt to keep upright. you're too busy hissing under your breath and screwing your eyes shut in pain as your hand covers your side to notice your company stepping forwards. you're snapped back to attention when there's a hand on your face, fingertips digging into your skin as they yank your head down a little further. you know you should be grabbing him, that you should be digging your claws into his torso and ripping him clean in half, throwing whatevers left aside and leaving. you know thats what you were told to do, what you were told they deserved anyway. yet, you aren't. instead, you're just giving some warning growl as you stare at them. you notice how the end of the gun is pointed away from you, how their touch seems to outline the mark on your face.

-"If you try and hurt me, I'll kill you." That's the only real heads up you get before he's crouching down and shoving your hand out of the way, grabbing something from his pocket to get to work on you. you don't fail to notice how little attention they're paying to you (aside from the focus on your wound, of course), that you could just rush forward and slam them into the ground if you really wanted.

-ok im skippin g ahead bc this is already way too goddamn long for hcs DEJWJCS

-anyway. it's a complicated relationship for a while. the others tend to avoid you a little but he just keeps showing up around you. they keep staring at you and just hanging around in your general area. it's not that much of an irritant if you ignore all the weird emotions and thoughts it keeps bringing to the forefront of your mind, forcing you to once again try and meddle with your memories.

-eventually he just starts walking over to you and sitting down next to you. sometimes he doesn't say anything at all, just sitting there and seeming to wait for one thing another- he never seems to find whatever that is, as he always gets up and leaves without a word at some point or another. then they start talking, its just little things at first, point-blank statements you can't say much on. sometimes they're just saying they and the other three will be gone for a bit othertimes it's some half-demand to let them look at the stitches they did on you (semi-related, he's not good at them. the stitches are pretty rough. at one point or another sanford has to redo them properly lmao)

-but then there's one particular night. they do the normal thing, come over, sit down next to you, not say a word. this time though you note how they're facing you. instead of some reminder or a demand for anything, he's pulling his ask down and asking a simple question. 'What do you remember?'

-it's a long conversation. he's talking more than he normally would by a long shot, occasionally stopping whenever his words seem to especially fail him and get stuck in his throat. you don't even really remember moving around, or even him pulling you in any way, you just know you somehow end up laying next to him with your head on his chest.

-whenever the memories do seem to click into place, it's hard. you have a lot of choice words for them yourself, months of being left alone without a word bubbling up with a vengeance, they listen to them. while some mags (such as yourself) do have the ability to speak, the san and dei don't think they've ever heard one with that much emotion in their voice. they've especially never seen a mag just break down like you do, they're both tensing up a little from their far away spot when hank's walking closer to you. instead of you lashing out or swiping at him though, you just sit there while he wraps his arms around you (as best as he can at least, it's a little difficult but he's able to get them around your neck and reach his other hand behind you well enough). you're eventually doing the same to him, though it's more so just your hands resting on their back.

-it takes a good while for proper trust to be rebuilt along with an honest, proper explanation from hank that only you're privy to. eventually though, there's enough trust that you're able to hang around him again without narrowly avoiding an argument or anything. they don't like being super affectionate or 'vulnerable' in front of the other two, so most times they prefer being in your or their room. also they're still touchy lmao, doesn't help that you're mag sized now and so they just want to hold you . its hard to explain, he's never been super affected by others heights and even when he is it's usually a negative thing for him but . for some reason . he just likes being shorter / smaller than you lol ,,,,,,,, hope you like holding them a lot bc that's what you're gonna be doing

-holy shit these are long so . i think .i am going to stop here.

[olderthannetfic]

Isn't nesting something humans do naturally anyway? Even if we're not expecting children or the body isn't tantruming for them I feel I see a lot of those tendencies at work across the board in how people live in their homes. Trauma hoarding, depression nests, buying knick knacks, decorating in general, trying to find the best snuggly furniture, the most ideal setting for your home, snuggling in your laundry, good textures vs bad textures in towels, etc

Thats probably the most relatable part of ABO fics for me tbh and it makes me sad that healthy nesting doesn't seem to get as much prominence as a mental health requirement in other genres because I really think its a big part of it for us.

--

I am extremely weak for fics where someone just wants a nice place to live and acts out the Five Steps of Cottagecore or whatever housing and interior decoration lust has been going down on social media for the entire pandemic. I'm in the middle of redoing my place with snuggly free things I got off of Nextdoor right now! Believe me, I understand the impulse!

It's the word 'nesting' I dislike and how it's like a PMS symptom in a lot of fic. I only like it in fiction if it's a general drive and not My Period Makes Me Nuts as it is in many fics. (TBH, I hate most a/b/o writing that feels like it's about periods to me. I'm here for wild heatsex, weird worldbuilding around betas, and people wanting the "wrong" partner or type of sex for their designation. If it's caretaking fic like "a loving partner brings me a heating pad for my cramps" it is a massive NOPE for me, and "nesting" often occurs in that kind of context. If it were all details about sniffing people's nasty used gym socks and how hot that is, I'd be into it.)

Obviously, other people enjoy this or they wouldn't write it, but for me, it's a squick.

[little-lightning-lavellan]

Greetings, my friend! I saw there was fluff, I like fluff, and therefore I will request the fluff! >:D

So, for the 50 Fluffy Prompts, how about number 10.“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”? Eheheh~ >:3

OH HECK YES! I got some time to pump one out between practice bits, so here we go! (ones currently waiting in the inbox: 12, 16, 32, 46) I actually really liked how this turned out and might need to find a way to add it to the fic asdfghjkl. This takes place after Solas has realized his feelings for Mellan, but Mellan has yet to figure out that she is also in love (sweet baby.)

50 Fluff Prompt List

"Ah... ow! Darn it... blast--" Another hiss and a squeak was all it took before Solas rolled over in his bedroll with an unapologetic grunt to look over and whisper harshly to the pained woman next to him.

"Mellan. If you keep up like that, you'll wake everyone else up."

The elvhen woman was sitting upright in her own roll, attempting to redo her familiar braids before bed and failing quite pathetically. The hand his corrupted form in Redcliffe's future had bitten was getting worse, as much as she had been exercising it and Solas had been keeping delicate watch. Applications of various balms didn't seem to soothe it much when it flared, Mellan simply had to wait it out.

But, Mellan had never been a patient creature, and their comrades were all around them. It wasn't often that a group of them were forced to share a larger tent on a mission, and of course now had to be one of those times.

"Ir abelas, ma falon, I just--" Mellan tried to whisper back to the man, continue to quickly finish her braid, before wincing at the sting in her hand. Sera groaned in her sleep from the other side of the tent, and Solas hurried out of his bed roll. Luckily, he was able to act much more quietly, sneakier than Mellan in this case.

"Stop--Mellan, shhh. Be still," the apostate implored, coming to kneel next to her, shifting his weight to balance himself much closer. "Ma falon, let me."

Mellan looked to the man, a bit confused, before the pieces fell into place in her sleepy mind and she blushed softly. "O-Oh! Yes, thank--are you sure?"

Solas only puffed a breath of air out of his nose and smiled out of one corner of his mouth in response. Nodding slowly back to him, Mellan shifted herself in turn, not entirely sure how to go about this, letting one of her shoulders rest against his chest while the man began to smooth the closer half of her hair through his hands.

His calloused hands, from years of holding a staff, with long fingers cascading out like the branches of a great tree. Tall, and proud, and who's shade she felt safe and comfortable confiding in. Just like the rest of him. Mellan hadn't known she'd closed her eyes and begun to smile at the thought until Solas had reached further around her to begin working on her second braid.

Mismatched eyes flashing open, the smaller elf peeked up to Solas, who's ears dotted themselves in strawberry goosebumps as she spotted him.

"I... you seemed rather content. I didn't wish to disturb you." he explained, his haste only partially hidden by his semi-collected tone. "It might be a bit easier if you turn--"

"No!" Mellan rushed out, perhaps a bit too quickly, her own flush making its way across her cheeks. "I mean, it might disturb the others. If we move too much."

After a poignant pause, Solas nodded. "Ah, yes. You make a valid point." Mellan nodded in return, and let Solas continue his work, trying not to think about how his arms were wrapped so close around her while he did so.

This would be so much easier if his presence hadn't started such an odd rumble in the pits of her stomach as of late. All she wanted was to be close to him; he was the best friend she had ever had! Yet, it seemed every time she was near him now, her nerves felt like they were on fire, and if his eyes lingered on her for too long, she might vanish into a puff of smoke.

"There," he finally sighed, the finished braid flopping softly onto her chest. "I hope they're to your liking. I cannot say I've had much practice on myself." In some time, at least.

Giving the pair but a moment's glance, Mellan nodded curtly, before noticing that Solas had yet to move his arms. Both of them still hovered over her upper torso. She bit her lip. "Falon? Are you alright?"

Solas paused, again looking as if he had been caught in something, before he placed a mask of calm over his features and smiled softly. "Of course."

Shifting away from the Herald, as quietly as he had come, the other elf tucked himself back into his own bedroll. "You should get some rest; we'll be heading back in the morning."

"Yes; of course." Mellan echoed her friend, before tucking her own self away. Turning her body away from him, she stared into the darkness, imploring her heart to please stop it's incessant racing.

Staring off in the opposite direction, Solas did the same.

[having-a-hyperfixate]

The Final Day’‘

This is absolutely going to be long and rambley af so I’mma just put a cut here. This is just one massive post for the entire rest of the game.

Rindo is back in the RG somehow. Which makes less than no sense. What was that crazy beam. Shibuya is GONE there isn’t an RG to send him back to, even if someone did want to send him back?

That beam reminded me of the Jesus beams not gonna lie.

But… Fret. Presumably Nagi and Beat too. They’re. Gone. Poor Rindo… That’s the worst kind of gaslighting. Reality itself is gaslighting this poor kid. ‘Your best friend in the world is gone, so gone that no one remembers him. You don’t even get to mourn properly because there is no one TO mourn.’  I am also not okay.

I assume this random talking to us at Hachiko is the dude I saw a brief glimpse of in a screenshot from the final trailer. Hazuki Mikagi, okay. Everything about this is supremely weird. 

Leading this weirdo around and he asked how we feel about emotions? Um, what?

Was he responsible for that beam of light?

This whole thing is extremely unsettling, I don’t think I like it. The music is all… serene, this guy keeps asking existential questions, who even comes up to some kid clearly having a bad day and demands a tour of the city.

He knows Rindo’s name even though we never told him. Not sure if that was a slip or an intentional nudge that Something is going on but there we go.

‘I should take this chance to apologize for Kubo. He’s a real piece of work.’ WHAT. YOU SEND HIM TO SHINJUKU?!?! IS THIS KID GOD!? WHAT!??!

‘Exorcised’. Like a demon. Which is a psychic rank you can get in the first game, and probably this game, ergo, a thing that exists in this universe.

Okay. So this Hazuki guy is Something Else. I dunno if he’s an Angel or higher or WHAT. He’s something. And he “exorcised” what Fuckwad had Fallen to when he decided not to stop at Shinjuku and continue on to Shibuya. But he only did this after Rindo faught so hard to stop it. And then he gave Rindo what he thought Rindo wanted. And now he’s here trying to understand why Rindo is miserable. Which to us, as humans, is obvious: the people he loved, the connections and family he had made through the game are all gone and worse, no one remembers they ever existed.

And now he’s being offered the chance to try again. This feels like a double edged sword. And I don’t care.

Okay I actually kind of appreciate the thing Hazuki is pulling here. He knows what it is that Rindo wants, I’m pretty sure he’s listening to his thoughts, actually, and in order to make Rindo own up to it he’s arguing the ‘no’ position. Giving Rindo someone to argue against so he can convince himself.

WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAPPEN AT UDAGAWA.

Bruh some of these clips were in the announcement trailer.

(I can’t wait to read the secret reports. That’s gonna be a wild ride.)

Oooooh that’s what ‘exorcised’ means. That is hardcore. He definitely deserved it but that is uh. Slightly inconvenient.

Can we actually contact Rhyme this time PLEASE. Oooh Rindo worked out Kaie is waiting for Rhyme. :O I’M FINALLY GONNA GET MY MASSIVE COUNTER OFFENSIVE FUCK YES. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I’M PUMPED LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOO!!!!

Who’s gonna protect them. Beat. Really. Just give them the damn pins at this point. They both know their ways around a fight and Kaie might need the backup. If we lose, we’re all toast regardless, and if we win everyone gets put back where they belong.

AAAAAAAAAAAH SHE’S HERE!!! RHYME!!!! Aw… She can’t see Neku and Shoka cuz they’re actually dead. That’s really depressing. Makes sense but like. Oof. Especially for Neku.

I love that Rhyme still has a saying for everything.

This timeline is going to be a mess by the time I get everything positioned correctly lmao

Beat’s ‘How do you know about my sister?! Right, future.’ is never going to NOT be funny. It’s very refreshing to have a time travel plot where people just listen when he tells them shit needs to happen.

Is it acutaly Shiki time ohh my god. I might cry. Please tell me she has a face now. If her face is still illegal I will actually scream.

I’m offended. We didn’t get to go see Shiki. The betrayal. OH but now we might be? Stop playing with me, game. GIVE. ME. SHIKI.

Rindo was freaking out that we weren’t gonna be able to get rid of all the Noise around the café and I definitely threw my hands up and yelled when I saw the word ‘zeptogram’. And I read it before he said it, cuz I read v. fast. Nice to see you again, idiot. Please don’t go berserk again.

I am. Very impressed that Minamimoto managed to work out where the Dissonance Noise are coming from, down to the exact energy source that creates them. He nailed it. Well done sir.

I think… he’s proposing we awaken the city and use the energy generated by the thoughts and emotions of the living people to neutralize some of the Dissonance Noise that are waiting in the pin. Erode some of its power.

“How about this: I’ll talk, you type.” Lmao.

I got denied Shiki again. Part of me is annoyed. The other part of me is like ‘are they saving her entrance for when she can see Neku again properly because I can live with that’.

OH the Hishima cutscene is voiced now OKAY. Guess that means this is the one. Rhyme is voiced too. This is gonna be it.

And she speaks Minamioto. Coo.

Huh. Neku’s power is to sync with people. Which he learned to do in the first game. From Mr H, with the harmonizer pin. (Twister is playing and I have Emotions help) And now he’s gonna do it on an absolutely MASSIVE scale. This is insane. I am 1,000% here for it. Sync, Dive, Remind. And if I had to guess, we’re doing this atop 104.

Alright Shiba. ‘Mere. Tsugumi’s eyes aren’t all freaky anymore yay. Oh snap. He’s gonna unleash the Plague Noise against the Dissonance ones. Nice. Turnabout is fair play. I’m kinda sad Fuckwad isn’t here to witness that.

Alright. Change. Our. Fate.

SHIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I gave myself a headache ow.

“07734.” “Ew. Hey! Don’t just spout off numbers and walk away, you jerk!” That was amazing.

FUCK ME SIDEWAYS. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. NO. NO WAY. I DIDN’T THINK THERE WAS ANY WAY. OH. MY. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. This is the first time Neku’s seen him since Joshua failed to stop Coco from killing him. I’m. A puddle. Help. Neku looked so happy. My cat is slightly concerned haha.

Neku still holds his hands like he’s got the headphones. The same pose as in the first game when you scan. This gives me all the feels.

“They’re just mindless thoughts” Okay so I’m mentally exhausted at this point and I processed that as ‘thots’ and it was hilarious. BEGONE THOTS.

Okay this thing right here? This is a final boss. And it is cool as fuck. Too bad it’s trying to END ME. So cool. SO. COOL. Here comes phase 2 lol. I died and had to redo it. FML.

That. Was awesome. A worthy successor to the epic final strike of the first game. 999% eh?

I continue to not like Shinjuku rules. Once you’re a Reaper, leaving means you get erased once the game ends? Disrespectfully, fuck that. Oh don’t you dare, Shoka. Don’t. You. Dare.

Oh, Joshua is here. PLEASE. Lmao Shoka’s reaction. I’m sure he appreciates that, the drama queen.

*facepalms* Joshua strikes again. I’ve missed you, you little shit. You are terrible, but I missed you. Rindo, I’m pretty sure she’s fine. I think captain helpful over here reincarnated her for you. Since you saved him and his city. I guess I’ll see though.

Uzuki and Kariya continue to be adorable. I love them. And yeah, good luck calling in that debt from Minamimoto, Coco. Gooooood luck.

I’m having a lot of Joshua centered emotions right now there is too much Joshua all at once help. “I should have known I could trust you.” You are killing me dude. You really, really should have. I’m going to turn that line over in my head for way too long, I just know it, but let’s try to get through this before my brain turns off completely. “Let’s not keep her waiting.” OKAY THANKS I’M GONNA CRY AGAIN.

What Hazuki was saying about ‘purifying’ as opposed to ‘destroying’ Shinjuku makes me think that restarting it in some form was always part of the plan, so hopefully they’ll have luck with that. It’s still profoundly fucked up that any of that happened, and even more so that it was sanctioned. I’m. Going to be hung up on that for a while once it sinks in.

This poor idiot hitting on Rhyme is about to get got oh no XD

Shiki is breaking my heart. Aaaaaaaah!!! Reunioooooon.

Ooof it’s been a month since Rindo saw Shoka. Big oof. Joshuaaaaaa.

And then they almost got hit by a car lmao. OMG HE MISSED HER FRIEND REQUESTS AHAHAHAHAH YOU GOOBER. Neku really should have warned them that Joshua is Like That lol. Even when he’s being helpful it’s in the must backhanded way possible.

I would very much like to know why on earth Shinjuku needed to be obliterated though. Like. Does that… Happen often? Maybe the secret reports say.

Speaking of, time to get those, along with the rest of the trophies.

!!!! The title screen updated, NICE. Can’t let anyone who hasn’t beaten it see that but NICE.

There’s another Another Day. Oh boy. I am not ready for that madness yet.

Random thought as I was moving this from word, where I typed it: I’m really, really fucking glad they didn’t decide to deal with Mr H the way they dealt with sleezy mcfuckwad. That would have been… I don’t have a word.

[brideofcthulhu10]

How would the Lost boys react to having a motherly type of s/o?

OH MY GOD I DIDN'T KNOW TUMBLR POSTED THIS UNFINISHED! UGH STUPID APP! Okay, redo!

Cuuute. The boys could certainly use a motherly touch around, even Max had said that when he wanted to turn Lucy. For this I am gonna be writing a female s/o, if you ever want otherwise always be sure to specify ahead of time otherwise DM me and I’ll be sure to correct it. I love the idea one behind the scenes with the boys, after the late night partying and wild blood orgies. I mean, let's be realistic here- those guys probably smell like cigarettes and ass. That cave is no doubt absolutely filthy as hell, and I don’t think they’ve cleaned up a day of their afterlife. 

Lost Boys with a Motherly Fem!S/O

David

Now David isn’t exactly the type to be told what to do in almost any scenario. Well, almost. But even then he still prefers the majority of the control. It’s going to be a challenge to get anything done with him. Any sort of lectures or advice tend to fall on deaf ears simply because he and the boys have taken care of themselves for so long. Your best method of choice? STEALTH

I’m serious, you gotta be sneaky with this boy. He’ll wake up to you cleaning the hotel because you had assumed it was still daylight, or sweeping around when they go on hunts. Don’t fuck with the cobwebs, its an aesthetically pleasing decoration! Frankly, he’s just a brat who doesn’t like change. It’s gotten to the point however, where he can’t exactly stop you so he just decides to be a butt about it. Take-out trash litter the hotel lobby, he’ll even leave out half-full open containers and try to get some real maggots up in there. Not if you have anything to say about it! Sometimes he wonders how you can keep it as clean as you do.

You have no idea how absolutely rank a pack of teenage vampires can be. Especially with unwashed clothes. Seriously, David and Paul’s boots could make rats gag, the stank of unwashed vamp toes is gnarly. That can be a bit of a fight. Well someone has to get all those bloodstains out! What do you think they just vanished the next day? None of the boys want clean clothes, especially David. According to them you can't be badass vampires and have fresh pants. He’ll even hide his jacket from you on laundry day. How is he supposed to instill fear in the hearts of mortals when his jacket smells like FUCKING LAVENDER?

God help you if you try to make him bathe. The only way he’d concede is if you really went all out. Play to his ego, its the best way to get him to cooperate. After all, what man doesn’t want to be a king for a day. Especially one such as David. Once you finally, FINALLY get him in, then it's a fight to get him out. He’ll let off soft grunts when you massage shampoo through his scalp, leaning his head back with low, grumbling moans. Sometimes he’ll have you join him, even if you aren’t undressed. Yeah, he doesn’t care if you have your clothes on, time to get in. It's hotter when he sees your shirt tightly clinging to your bodice, although he'll huff that you had a bra underneath. If you try to peel off the soggy articles he won't let you. After all, if you got to strip him down, he gets to do the same to you. He'll take his time, and keep in mind the water isn't about to be clean for much longer.

Despite his protests, and he’d never admit it to the rest of the pack, but he really does love having someone caring for him. Being spoiled by his lover has some advantages, especially after a stressful day. Just laying back, having you rub his shoulders for a good minute, maybe suggesting he come over to your apartment and let you cook him a real meal for once. Sure you’ll be telling him how he needs to be more careful when he goes on hunts, but he can handle that much. You’re his precious doll, if it means a few lectures from you then he’ll put up with it. 

Dwayne

Dwayne is kind of the silent brother bear of the group so it’s a relief when he has someone who wants to take care of him. It makes him chuckle when you fret over him. Honey, he can fly, he’s not going to fall off the roof. Even if he did, it wouldn’t kill him! He’s lost count how many times you subtly, or not so subtly, toss around the subject of a helmet when he rides around. You’ll even try using persuasive ideas such as having it custom painted, maybe adding some spikes- anything just wear a stupid helmet! Again, he reminds you the threat of cracking his head open wasn’t exactly that daunting

When you’re on a cleaning spree he tends to stay out of your way. Granted he tried to help once, but you immediately shooed him out. You got it, just go sit down and quit futzing with stuff. On laundry day he’s a bit stubborn, but as long as you don’t wash his leather jacket, he’ll be fine. Seriously, do not touch his jacket. He cannot stress enough how bad it is to try and use water and soap to clean a leather jacket. NO. No touchy! So he’ll just sit in his underwear (personally I think it’d be boxer briefs) on the couch clinging to his jacket while you go off to the laundromat a few blocks over. Eventually you bought him lounge pajama pants for when you do laundry trips. At first he didn’t want to but… well they have a badass puma on them. It’d be rude to not wear it if you went through all that trouble to get that for him.

Unlike the other three, Dwayne doesn’t need much bribery to get in the tub. DO you have ANY IDEA the last time he had a god damn shower? He misses it, he doesn’t exactly like smelling like parfum de cul (kudos to any of you who know what that means ;) ). Oh just watch him sink into the tub as you massage his luxurious mess of dark hair, you swear sometimes he audibly purrs when you do. Its one of the few times Dwayne will let himself be completely vulnerable. He won’t necessarily force you to join him, but he would certainly love it you have your cute butt nestled between his legs where he could lather you up. But, I mean, that’s entirely up to you to refuse your ripped, completely naked boyfriend eyeing you up.

When he gets injured or sick, which you never expected that he could, you immediately go into hyperdrive. While he’d rather be out riding with the guys, he can’t help but love being pampered by his princess who always treats him like a king. You’ll shove him into Star’s old bed and demand he stay put, wiping his forehead down with a cold cloth. One would assume that someone with no body heat left would get a fever. Actually, it makes it worse. He won’t DIE from any illness, but it sure does suck when he gets them. Usually a few feedings will heal him up within a day, so you’ve started smuggling bags from blood drives and keeping them in a little cooler for him. Granted you only get him A or B blood, but he still appreciates all the effort you go to just for him. 

Paul

Paul loves it up until you make him do things he doesn’t want to. Typical guy. He DIED in a freaking bath tub, why the hell would you want to put him back in one?! It would take either a serious amount of strength or bribing to get him into one.

“It doesn't even have holy water Paul, just normal, plain, stupid water! You smell like a rat’s ass, will you please just get in?”

“I’d rather smell like ass!”

Yes, he may even try to bolt out of the room buck naked. Fuck you, try to catch him now! Did you hide his clothes?!

Your best bet is to play to his most vulnerable side: horny. Sure he refuses to get in the bath on his own, but add you naked covered in bubbles and it just became the best place to be. The blonde won’t even sulk when you’re sudsing up his hair because you’re too distracted to notice he’s about to cop a feel. He’ll just laugh like an idiot when you get mad, after all you put him in here in the first place. There will probably be tub sex, because dammit he deserves something for being such a good boy. Surprisingly he actually loves it when you use the hair dryer on him. It feels amazing, he doesn’t exactly get warm anymore so the sensation of heat rushing through freshly cleaned hair is just incredible

Paul is not a fan of laundry day, just like David. Again, you gotta chase him down. He’ll tease you the whole time though. 

“Babe if you wanted to just rip my clothes off me all you had to do was ask.”

You only leave him in his underwear because he doesn’t have anything else to change into. You never realized how much of a pain in the ass white pants were until you met him. Why the hell did he even have white pants in the first place? They show every damn stain! Paul will probably come with you to the laundromat. Its three in the morning, who cares if someone sees him in his boxers? Big deal! He’d even offer to go nude. You managed to find a pair of pajama pants and a band t-shirt he could wear on laundry day because this ass refuses to buy any other clothes. 

Paul thinks it’s absolutely adorable the way you dote on him. It’s a pain in the butt, but nothing is better than the tiny notes you leave for him when you go out. Or when you surprise the coven with a bunch of tupperware dishes full of real home cooked meals. Yeah being ragged on half the day is never fun but he knows that the only reason you do that is you care so much for him. You almost died when you thought he’d been killed, it was fair you got a bit over protective after. Besides, you were still his ride or die baby who did anything for him. Hell, last Valentine’s day you even went all around Santa Carla until you found someone who made him a mother fuckin Gene Simmons teddy bear, with the tongue out and everything. Paul loves you, nags and all

Marko

Probably one of the only boys to be a bit more cooperative when it comes to mothering him. After all, he’s the one being spoiled. It’s precious when you fret over him on a hunt out, warning him to avoid any hunters, fly safe, please don’t jump off any bridges. He’ll just hug you tight and assure you he’s gonna be fine. Yeah you’ll go one about how he should have a helmet when riding or raising concern when he tries something of questionable origin from the boardwalk vendors. But most of the time he just kind of tunes you out and smiles until you’re done.

He’s a sneaky boy, you oughta know that by now. You want him to take a bath? Only if you join him. You want to brush his hair out? Sure he’ll sit still… for ten kisses. Laundry day? Fine but he gets to come with. It’s hard not to laugh at him crouched up on the top of a dryer with his knees to his chest in only his underwear watching you throw in his pants and socks. He can’t help but grin when you throw him a side eye because of the stains all over his white shirt. Sheesh, him and Paul with the white clothes.  Again, please please PLEASE don’t wash his jacket. You will ruin it. He doesn’t care if you bombard it with air freshener until his sorry ass smells like Hawaiian Breeze, but do not ever wash it

It’s adorable the lengths you’ll go to for him. Last year when he told you they were just gonna have some hot wings and beers for Thanksgiving you flipped. Next thing they know you had them come over to your apartment as soon as the sun went down to a full spread. Paul actually ended up hugging you too. It looked like something out of a catalog. Two fatass turkeys filled to the brim with homemade stuffing, easily four pounds of mashed potatoes, gravy, bread rolls, the whole fucking thing! And veggies. Nasty. Sure the corn on the cob was bitchin, but asparagus? NO. Yeah you made Marko put some on his plate and half the time he just kept pushing his peas around until Paul flung one at him. Then it was a silent veggie war. After that they pretty much came over for any holiday. He’d be all over you just gushing over how happy he is that you went through so much hard work for him, for them. Even Max did fuckall besides what he had to, the guy wanted to toot his own horn about dad of the year but sucked ass at it. 

They start coming over so often that you bought black out curtains for every window in your house. Even during the day they could sleep in your guest room without fear of the sun. Well, the guys could. You had him tucked into your own room, still sleeping with his feet to the headboard for that upside down sense and his arms tightly pressed to his chest. He absolutely loves how much you care for him, especially after so many decades of being a filthy biker boy who feasted on the living. Even his vampirism didn’t send you away. You’d even keep a mini fridge in your room stocked with blood bags in case he craved a midday snack. Sometimes he’d awaken to you sleeping beside him and just savor those quiet moments with his baby. Maybe for Christmas this year he’d offer you the best gift he could think of. Who needs a wedding ring when you can offer an eternity with your angel instead? 

[rhmg-au]

Prequel part 2.

Man this was sitting here uncompleted for around, I don’t know, a month? Really need to get better at this.

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TW: Mentions of emotional manipulation, blood and gore

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———

This isn’t right. None of this is okay.

Those were Charles’s first thoughts when he found out what happened to Right Hand- Green.

No amount of counterarguments can ever change his mind on one fact, that being that he never, ever deserved this. It’s not okay, they stripped him from who he used to be and turned him into a puppet, making him dance to their strings without realizing it.

But he never dared to approach the general about it.

He would get overpowered easily and he can guilt-trip him into going along with what he believes, though it never lasts long thankfully. He doesn’t know what could happen if he was under his influence permanently.

He would always say things like “it’s for the world’s own good” or “it’s in the name of the law”, but none of this feels like it. This is utterly wrong in every form.

He may be naive, but not that naive as most thought. Even when it gets to him sometimes.

Everyday he had been trying to help Green out from his brainwashed state, he wanted to help, no, he needed to help. He couldn’t let this go any further.

But he doesn’t want to die either. If he dies, he can’t help anymore.

Days after days of planning, strategizing, ways he can help the cyborg out of this while also still hanging onto his privilege of life.

There has to be a way, there has to be. There’s always one right?

———

“We have to find him! He has to be out there somewhere!” Charles practically begged, concern written all over his face, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

He had been at it for couple minutes at most, or was it hours even? He couldn’t remember, the argument felt like it lasted an eternity but it also had the feeling of quickness to it simultaneously. It’s just been a few hours and he noticed that there was something wrong with Rupert, he couldn’t find him anywhere on the premises. He called him multiple times, and all he hears is a voice message saying that he should call back later. None of his co-workers haven’t seen him either, or aren’t concerned whatsoever. It’s like he vanished off from the face of the earth entirely.

Galeforce shook his head, the pilot doesn’t know if the pity on his face was genuine or another facade made by him to play with his emotions. It was definitely the latter possibility, or maybe it isn’t. Maybe he really did care for the soldiers. “Charlie, even if there’s a chance he’s still alive, we’re not going to go and try to find him, heartless I know, but it’s for the better good.”

“Better good?!” The male let the water stuck in his irises escape when he blinked, the bubbles streaming down his cheeks as his voice raised. “He’s one of your best soldiers and you’re not concerned with him missing?!”

“Charlie, if you still think he’s just missing, then how do you explain this?” The general held up a hat with the emblem that signifies someone’s position in the government, but there was a difference to it - it was covered in dried stains of blood.

Charles felt his body stiffen, almost unmoving like a statue. “N-no, are you sure it’s just from his struggling?” He refused to believe this, he refused to, he refused to! This can’t be happening…

Galeforce sighed, still holding the bloodied hat out for him to see. “Unfortunately, a possibility like that is impossible to consider as long as this is still around.” His expression held guilt, genuine or not, it doesn’t matter at this point. What matters is the safety of his co-worker.

But is he still alive?

That’s one question he desperately wanted to seek for.

“We, we can’t determine his condition based on one thing!” He protested, more tears were shed as rage boiled inside of him to a dangerous degree.

Galeforce’s stare never left him, it was almost - actually no, unsettling. “There’s nothing we can do, Charlie. This hat is irrefutable proof that he’s no longer here with us…I’m sorry.”

“He has to be alive…”

“I said it once, and I’ll say it again, you need to let it go. He’s not coming back. I’ll leave you be to think about what I said.” The general then left, taking the blood stained and ruined hat along with him, leaving the pilot by himself and his tears and emotions.

Impulsively, he squeezed his elbow with one hand so hard he was surprised no blood came out from the amount of force he was putting on his limb. Was Galeforce this heartless to not care about his soldier? Would he go as far as that?

What happened to the caring one he knew?

Why had it come to this?

Why…

———

Charles doesn’t know anything anymore.

Okay, maybe not anything, but he felt like he lost so much purpose  for not being able to help Green…

…or him.

The only times he can truly feel at peace is when he flies around in his helicopter. In the sky, all of his troubles fade away. The clouds give him some form of hope that somehow, someway, he’ll find a solution to this.

He always liked the sky, no one can hurt him up there.

Anyways, the air isn’t what’s bothering him at the moment.

Something horrible happened just yesterday.

The Toppats attacked the government to get Green back.

Now, under normal circumstances, he would’ve been relieved, as this gives Green a way to escape the government’s grasp and return to his former self.

But what occurred wasn’t what he would call “normal circumstances.”

Henry Stickmin, the leader of the Toppats, was captured.

Galeforce intended to use him as bait to get his right hand lady to initiate another attack so he can get both of them and ship them off to the Wall, as part of a deal he had with the warden, Dmitri Petrov, he believed that was his name.

Henry hadn’t said much since his capture, which is most likely because of Green. The distraught look he had when he heard and seen what had become of his former friend…it reminded him of when he heard that Rupert’s dead (he still doubts this, but he’s starting to believe it with every passing day).

Charles’s determination to save Green have increased since this event, he couldn’t afford to endanger anymore lives due to his fear of getting killed, he couldn’t…he was supposed to be someone who protects the helpless right? And at this very moment in time, the Toppats are the ones who are helpless.

The pilot headed to where the cells are located, nodding to the two soldiers who were put on guard duty to let them know he’s trustworthy, and allowed him to pass.

These cells used to contain Toppats, he remembered every one of their faces, how utterly defeated they looked, every little word he managed to pick up…now these confined places no longer have them. Executed for not obliging with the interrogations. By their own friend no less.

How many lives were ruined or taken away because of Galeforce’s actions?

Countless, that’s the only word he can find to describe it.

Charles stopped at the cell that contains the leader, sitting on the bed provided in the small and cramped confines, facing away from him and by the looks of it, he was fiddling with a piece of clothing, the collar of his shirt if he glances at him in the right angle. “Hey, Henry.”

Said man slowly turned around to get a glimpse of his new visitor, then whipped back to lock his gaze on the wall again, like it somehow became more important than anything else in the world. “What do you want?”

Can’t back out now. Charles reminded himself. You asked for this. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves. This isn’t Galeforce or Dr. V or anyone who’s scary, he’s okay, it’s just Henry.

“I wanted to let you know that…you’re not alone.” No one’s listening, it’s them both alone.

His words prompted Henry to turn back around, eyes wide with disbelief. “You’re joking right?” He asked with a scoff. Apparently he hasn’t believed him yet, understandable.

Charles masked his face with a look of determination, hoping that it would be enough to let the leader understand his intentions. “No, I’m completely serious about this.” His tone was firm, if his expression wasn’t the key, then his voice should be the nail in the coffin.

Silence reigned for while, sitting on its throne as the two males stared blankly at each other, every now and again the pilot broke eye contact to see if anyone was in the hallway or listening in on them, and thankfully neither of those had been activated yet.

Eventually, the silence was kicked off the chair of power when Henry spoke.

“I knew you weren’t under his control after all.”

Charles smiled softly, to of which the other returned. “I couldn’t stand by and watch, none of this is right. I’ll get you and Right out of here.” It felt weird to call Green by his old name, but it felt reliving too.

Henry nodded, standing up from the bed and walked over to him, or at least, as close as he could get when he’s behind bars. “You’ll help us?”

“You have my word.”

“How’s it going to go?”

“I actually haven’t figured that out yet.” Charles said sheepishly, playing with the fluff the encircled his jacket. “I just needed to let you know you’re not alone here.”

Henry’s smile never faltered. “How about we develop one now?”

Charles took one more glance around, making sure to cover everywhere in the hallway of cells before nodding. “Yeah, it feels good to work with you again Henry.”

“Likewise.”

———

Two days now, and nothing of the sorts have happened.

The plan has to be flawless, if executed in a poor manner, there’s no second chances or redos.

Which is why the plan is taking two days, maybe even more if nothing has been figured out today.

“Is there any potential escape routes we can take?” Henry asked, a scrap of paper in one hand and a pen in another, Charles had given him those so they can keep track of the progress they’re making and the possibilities they have to consider.

“My helicopter is one option, but I’ll have to hide you and Right inside, which’ll be difficult since even during the nights and early mornings, soldiers would be patrolling the area, and I’m pretty sure most of them aren’t on our side.” The pilot responded, racking his brain for another way to transport them out of the base before the raid could commence. His right hand lady would be planning it, and Henry wants to minimize as much damage done to the Toppats as possible.

“You think you can get me some military clothing and disguise me as a soldier to take me along with you undetected?” Henry proposed next, scribbling on the piece of paper he was given to rule out the option he wrote.

“Then I’ll have to take someone here with me, knock them out, and put their clothes on you. And how are you going to get your belongings out with you?” Charles questioned, this can’t go wrong, if it does he’ll never forgive himself ever.

“I’ll…figure it out.” The leader said, drawing something on the paper.

“So we’re going along with this, you sure?”

“Absolutely.” Henry glanced up from drawing, eyes widening with fear. “Watch out!”

“Huh?” Charles didn’t react in time and was smacked on the head, collapsing against the steel bars of the cell and slumping onto the ground, black teasing around the edges of his eyes.

Before he could get a chance to get up, he was picked up and thrown to the wall, his fighting spirit fading fast as the darkness was overwhelming.

The last thing he saw before his eyes fluttered shut was Henry’s distressed face, and an evil grin of someone he used to look up to.

[sibillascribbles08]

If you could take creative control of ninjago what would you change

Christ...

WELL

Actually no idk where to start with this there’s so much anon there’S SO M U C H I guess I’ll do a run of MINIMAL changes tho (for as long as I can)

I don’t think I have to change much in the first two seasons, thankfully, since the writers actually sat down to think about what they were writing at the time but g o d did it go to hell afterwards

Season 3 - This Zane focused season is going to be ZANE FOCUSED DAMN IT. We’re focusing on his loss over his Father, having salt rubbed in the wound by having his father’s work turned into an evil army, and being faced with the fact he’s obsolete compared to it all. He keeps trying to stack up numbers to win, recalculate things, and it’s why his line at the ending ACTUALLY has impact. The thing that sets him apart from the nindroids, his ability to love, is what allows him to defeat the Overlord.

Jay, Cole and Nya love triangle is DESTROYED. Pixal, Zane and Cole is the new love triangle and later OT3

Season 4 - The explanation for the other EMs being around is far less stupid. Garmadon establishes that oh yeah all of your parents had elemental powers and even talks about a few of them because holy SHIT. Cole mentions his mom because he should have done that a g e s ago. Is this supposed to be a Kai season doesn’t feel like it. Open the season with better explanations of why the ninja split. Emphasis the fact that Kai blames himself for what happened to Zane, and continues to do so throughout the season. Add that to why he’s so desperate to save Skylor from her dad (not willing to lose someone else). We still lose Garmadon, Kai and Lloyd have a talk at the end of the season. Also ZANE IMMEDIATELY GOES TO GET PIXAL A NEW BODY WTHHH????

Season 5 - Idk this season was pretty good over all I think. A bit better lore established into the cloud kingdom, hints that they don’t actually control fate they just think they do. Explain where the FUCK NIMBUS CAME FROM?? Water can still beat up ghosts but idk feel like there should be some other factors involved, some magic. Kai and Zane figure out they can make water a LOT sooner. Also why doesn’t Kai just set the preeminent’s house armor on fire??? Should have. OH I did forget since this season is supposed to be for NYA GETTING HER WATER ELEMENT how about she actually GO WITH THE NINJA AND DO SOME SHIT SOMETIMES??? I don’t mind her training, specially Ronin helping her but like??? Wtf why not have her ENGAGE, idiots.

Season 6 - I’m the weirdo who actually likes season 6 but that doesn’t mean it’s not without its issues. I don’t mind Jay wondering about where he stands with Nya but his behavior throughout the season has to stay consistent. When he agrees with Nya he needs to let it go he needs to LET IT GO. IT LITERALLY SHOULDN’T BE BROUGHT UP AGAIN UNTIL THE LIGHTHOUSE. He also needs to linger more on his birth father (and besides he should have suspected he’s adopted since season 4 cause he knows neither of his parents had lightning powers). Zane doesn’t ignore Pixal’s warning about Nadakhan but if she’s off somewhere else idk how she gets threatened I’m sure Nadakhan could figure it out. OH and time can still reset and stuff idc but like, Jay and Nya need to talk about it and they need to GO BACK FOR ECHO. EVEN IF THEY DON’T FIND HIM THERE.

Day of the Departed - just wish it was longer tbh, but major changes: Why do the ninja not seem to care that cole is FADING OUT OF EXISTENCE and Lou should be a lot more worried about his son.

Season 7 - I mean, it’s mostly a trash fire, but I think it’d be a lot more enjoyable if they actually had good sibling dynamics going on. Acronix following his brother because he always has, but starts questioning their plans as things go. At first their relationship is much better, which is why they best Kai and Nya, but by the end that flips over. Actually have Kai and Nya having an ISSUE. Kai thinks their parents could have been traitors, Nya seemingly doesn’t care because she’s so wrapped up with her samurai x stuff being stolen. They end up fighting and don’t make up until the boiling sea. ALSO GIVE RAY AND MAYA A BETTER FUCKING EXCUSE FOR BEING GONE THEY COULD HAVE FUCKING SHANKED KRUX WHEN HIS BACK WAS TURNED GET OUT OF HERE HE HAD NO LEVERAGE.

Also Machia isn’t dead okay she’s just in the past she WILL COME BACK

Seasons 8 and 9 I’d say are pretty solid honestly? My minor changes: Garmadon isn’t Garmadon he’s a fucking fake get out of here with that shit THE REAL GARMADON WOULD NEVER. We actually learn where Mr. E came from I don’t even care if it’s just Harumi and UV talking about how they found him in a scrap heap and got him fixed just give me something. Stop treating Dareth like SHIT. Ronin and The Commissioner plan a jail break long before they’re let out in season 9. Teen Wu is a lot less... air headed. Like seriously he seems to have more logic when he’s a child it doesn’t add up. I’m not saying he has to remember everything but wth?? Oh, and Mistaké isn’t dead fuck you.

Season 10 - ............................................ delete it and start over. Literally, hate all of it, get it out of here. Four episodes for villains you built up like FUCK in the last two seasons??? All of them fucking as big as people???????? cowardly, weak, uninspired, I don’t want it I’m just going to have to redo this whole gd season. A) Oni leader is a QUEEN now and she can be up to 30 feet tall no I do not give a FUCK B) Fake ass Garmadon is revealed to be a different oni entirely he was an agent for the queen the whole time but never finished his mission C) She can still paralyze a bunch of people but man Lloyd you’re going to need more than a shiny tornado to fight her off. D) In fact you need to summon your other great grandma so the two of them can get over their divorce spat. E) Where’s the mask of vengeance bring that back into play. F) Mistaké shows back up to help. I suppose plot wise it can?? Mostly run the same but I think they’re going to have to run much farther than the city with how fast she spreads her reach. Also she’s weak for Lloyd because he’s the smol great grandson and he has to use that to his advantage to slow her down. Mistaké makes something that can unparalyze people and they get some of their allies back before the finale thank god. Faith isn’t just in a coma the whole GD time.

Season 11 - Fire half? Good. I need a much better reason why the ninja go to the never realm tho because wow did they just make everyone out of character in that last episode. The ninja have no reason to just ignore Wu and shove him out like that. Wu has no reason to NOT NOTICE LLOYD IS BREAKING INTO HIS ROOM WHEN HE WAS KICKING THE NINJAS ASSES IN THE FIRST EPISODE. Ice half?? ... h Yeah no they should have known Zane was the emperor from the start LMAO. Or at least suspected the possibility. The decades of time passing??? Deleted. Maybe give it a year. Idk why it’s just Lloyd snapping Zane out if why aren’t the other ninja involved like p l e a s e. Also kill Vex with an ice spike, thanks.

Season 12 - Over all I liked what this season had going but there... should have been more. And that ending felt so crunched together like damn... Unagami was a p cool villain at least BUT idk, despite all the focus on the plot so much of it didn’t feel tangible enough. Even if we’re going to focus more on the video game world I want to see more of what these NPCs are up to. Should have tossed in a couple of filler episodes. Also can someone just kill the Mechanic too SMH (and they should have tied Wu up in something sturdier how did he not just break out of that WHATEVER)

Suppose I’ll stop there I haven’t season season 13 yet.

Oh, the timeline itself needs some fucking work too. At least establish Wu and Garmadon’s sudden aging. At least establish how old Zane is (I’d believe he was built 40 years ago but I find it hard to believe he was active for all of it). Establish that yeah the FSM really did basically fuck off like idk 14 years ago and idk why the show acts like it was so long ago it couldn’t have been based on the other facts we know have Wu learn that his dad is a bitch ass motherfucker and he needs to ditch.

Honestly there’s more but like................. this is the simple version

[sammansonn]

my thoughts on the 100 7x14

yes i’m a day late because i’ve been putting off watching the 100 for the last 24 hours because fuck jroth and my life feels a bit broken ya know?

okay so honestly if last week’s episode hadn’t of happened i would’ve liked a lot of parts in this episode, which honesty pisses me off more

i liked the fact that they were back on earth, its been like 200 years which is strange to think about

i liked all the small convos between people they were honestly kinda sweet

my fave was indra and octavia because those two hadn’t talked in so long and they’re so deeply connected to one another i needed them to talk again (also i always love a lincoln reference because fucking jroth said “lets kill him too”)

also like that indra finally apologized to gaia because honestly she’s kinda a shitty mom at times and gaia deserves better

i said this in another post but i’m not surprised that clarke smashed the helmet because this clarke isn’t Our clarke, our clarke wouldn’t have killed bellamy and she never would’ve hid out on earth and letting all those on sanctum suffer, but this clarke that jroth randomly created last week is that selfish i guess (okay but also i Do understand why she did it like i’m not saying i Hate clarke now i still love this clarke but its just complicated i don’t know fuck jroth)

the scene where clarke told everyone she killed bell honestly fucking Hurted, and as everyone else has said in what world would they all be okay with her killing bell But i also understand why they understood (and also am just glad we’re not having another “everyone hates clarke” things)

first off All of them knew how much clarke loved bellamy, and i guess they know that even if they hate her she hates herself more 

also in octavia’s case, after basically parenting hope for 10 years she not only understood bell needing to take care of her but she understands clarke’s protectiveness over madi and again, octavia Knows that clarke loved bell and honestly i liked seeing them hug

but again, she would Never kill bellamy, i’m just saying in this stupid au that jroth has suddenly made canon i get why they forgave her

anyway i liked the fight between madi and clarke because obviously clarke done fucked up and madi needed to say it also madi’s a teenager(?) now so she’s in her rebellious phase

Also, i just wanna talk about how not only was clarke killing bellamy disrespectful to fans and honestly just cruel, it was shitty writing

its just a redo of clarke leaving bell in polis (even though she fucking Said she’d never forget he was family again fuck you jroth) and now we’re just back to her making decisions for everyone even though no one asked her to

and here’s the thing, most of the time when clarke makes a decision for everyone there’s usually a good reason Or they basically forced her to make the choice

but in this case, clarke’s reasoning was very much her own even though it greatly impacted the group And there was no need for her to take charge and make a decision like that

ALSO back to poor writing clarke Knew that she didn’t get the sketchbook and she Knew that cadogan could come back to earth so Why would she think they were suddenly safe there??? like not only would clarke never run and hide but she’s also smart enough to know that she was not in a good hiding place At All

i liked drunk niylah, she was a fun time

emori murphy and raven are a power trio as usual

really weird when murphy is smarter and more compassionate than clarke (not saying Murphy isn’t either of those things because he is and he’s been getting so much more hero-like this season but more than clarke??? hello????)

thought the convo with echo and niylah was interesting i liked hearing what both of them said but kinda weird it was to each other because have they even really met? like i’m pretty sure that was their first one on one convo so thats fun

hope and jordan was expected, i mean they both had a very similar childhood and grew up on stories and then had to meet said stories and lost their parents and all that so sure, stick them in a romance, why not (even though echo and hope would’ve been better but jroth is a pussy and isn’t gonna make hope a lesbian like he should have i mentioned fuck jroth)

okay also can we talk about miller for a sec? because he’s literally been with us since the pilot, he is one of the OG 100, and i feel like we barely know him???

like first off he had a whole other boyfriend for the majority of the show (i don’t remeber his name but he was cute) and i don’t think we ever saw/heard of them breaking up? also did we ever see miller and jackson get together because all i remember is that one episode they were just dating and i was like “yeah okay checks out”

also i barely remember his dad giving up his spot like i’m sure they showed it but idk i just feel like he’s a black gay character whose been o the show the same time as clarke, octavia, and bellamy and yet we barely know him, but honestly who’s surprised with jroth thats just how he be

i also knew gabriel died because i saw the spoiler on twitter cuz i just didn’t care and i was sad obviously but honestly the scene was just kinda weird with clarke focusing on madi and also the fact that like only echo and hope and octavia are close to him or really know him? even octavia didn’t hang out with him for that long so idk i feel like not everyone needed to be in that room for the death idk just a weird vibe of that scene and then with madi sneaking out while he was dying idk (he seemed happy to die tho which is nice like i guess he’d lived long enough)

we love madi being like her mom and not wanting anyone to die for her, i feel real bad for clarke because that girl about to have a breakdown but honestly clarke what did you expect you raised this girl she’s a bad bitch and an independent bitch but honestly that was an emotional scene with madi and the knife

also really small thing that pissed me off (goes back to the murphy being better than clarke now) is when they were stuck in that room and murphy is hitting the crowbar against the window and clarke is just standing off to the side like “stop murphy its not gonna break” like ???? what???

that scene made No sense, in what world is someone trying to kill/kidnap madi and clarke is just standing there?? she would be throwing her entire weight against the doors and trying to break off its hinges, remember when bellamy told her they were putting the flame in madi and clarke tried to rip her handcuffs off of a pipe? yall remember that? because jroth sure doesnt

why the fuck did it look like murphy cared More than clarke, like obviously they all care but clarke is her mom ????

this is just another way jroth has also killed our clarke along with bellamy

in conclusion, fuck jroth, also rip gabriel, and fuck jroth

[danganheckimagines]

hi! how would the d3 boys react if s/o was adopting kokichi? (not including kokichi of course, however that would be interesting)

This was fun to write, but as I reread this I'm not entirely sure I did it right so lemme know if you want a redo-mod mahiru

Ryoma

-didn't really care.

-as long as you two were happy he supposed it was fine.

Gonta

-How nice!

-Very happy for you two, it's nice Kokichi has a good home.

Rantaro

-that's nice.

-pleased for you, but also a little (very) worried about your safety living in a house with Kokichi.

Korekiyo

-Will try to ask you about the psychological effects of adoption and if you think there was any subconscious decisions as to why you adopted him.

-He's pleased for you two, Kork's just unhealthily involved in other people's problems.

Keebo

-eh? why?

-its nice you two are happy, but he doesn't understand why you would want to adopt him.

Kaito

-why??

-genuinely worried about your safety and tries to convince you multiple times its a bad idea.

Shuichi

-that's nice?

-he's also a little worried, but assumed you're aware of the risks of living with someone like Kokichi.