#Kahzoo

[snoopsies]

reblog to scare kahzoo

[your-local-cave-dweller]

I LOST MY VENTI 50/50 SO I STARTED SAVING FOR XIAO SAVED 180 FATES GOT HIS C1 AND HIS WEAPON ALL FTP. It’s time for Venti round two bitch. (I also have Kahzoo and Wanderer.)

[clownplague]

Updated refs for some homestuck ocs  They are all sweaty freaks and I love that about them

[captainkurosolaire]

Devil’s Bane

 Truthfully the reasoning behind his madness for a Noble to go against his word was uncomplicated, he was in dealings with a pirate for one, two he held a previous background as a said pirate in playing the part that felt now a distant memory. Shiro was attempting to achieve something ever inquisitively, to propelling motivation; When a hand out is given does one thrive or grow any longer? No. - Parents to Mentors. Those we look up too, we search to them for answers and believe them in their field to hold it without an ilm of faltering he did not wish to create a beast made of complacency but one that was starved. A creature that would train itself to be able to devour giants. Belief in strictly a crew or painting a pictured philosophy that luck and friendship would carry against overwhelming threats inside their own demonic dimension in order this is the ethical ideology needed for preservation. With rejection the Keeper ensured that Kuro would be more desperate to pull in training and collect teachings in the short-span, in secretively he already had intention to agree to the terms but it would do no solace to tell his rival that. He preferred to let him suffer in time restraint. Unbelievably stunned still dripping sweat down his chiseled exterior and breathing from lungs of depleted stamina. “Are ye joking me matey? Honor? What happened to integrity? What sort of House is this rat shack? Thought yer stick was to follow by tailored Orders? You’ve been cooped up in here ever since the War, what could be more pressing than protecting your own? Ye think really that I am the only one affected, news flash, yer Royal Knight Sha is on the same shite-list. Which in-turn means it effects th’ people ye care about! Get over this pride, of yours!” Absolutely building up and fuming with seeping misunderstanding the action that was being played craftily. The regal man stepped in with an icy chill about him swarming and delving a hidden coat of protection. His tone reflected the same, “Listen... I believe this’‘ll be hard to grasp but you aren’t even on the same level as Sir.Sha either, don’t even get me laughing if you believe we’re equal. I merely allowed you to think you won and the only ones that even damaged me was your - woman which proved to match me in my GAME. Then the Star you abandoned, which I guided. Your whole entire career has been relying on your crew, or that thing that can’t even be controlled. You’re a liability if anything, how many times have you needed healed and saved? Pathetic... I would never honor even in amusement for a pirate. If I wished to engage you as it stands, you wouldn’t even make it to the Budokai for a rematch with me. If the threat looms over to me, I’ll defeat it. Through using your failures for me to prevail now out of my SIGHT.” His white-gloved hand pulled up before creating a snowy-print of aetherial energies carved a glyph beneath the feet of Kuro that would activate and eject him solely from his presence being in his Estate to an alleyway filled of trash in the Brume of Ishgard. Clashing down into the pile of putrid stack of garbage that the Noble saw those he had banished. The verbal battle had taken a toll and thought he wanted to lash out or get pay back to disapprove the thing was, there wasn’t anything to deny. He recounted since the very beginning of his climb, every, single time. He had been given sacrifice for his cause and brought misery and chaos to all those from threats that none held a chance. The Relics that were uncovered with every sweat seeping from heated flesh, graves made and dug, blood spewed for the Captain had become obsolete, he didn’t even own the treasure anymore cause he couldn’t handle them safely. Realization tore apart him in thousands of blades of truth piercing into his soul and mentally as he remained back pressed against the collection of foulness his confidence like a flame begun to extinguish. Hung in the silhouette of the shadows as a single street-lamp peered over his limp boot hanging off the trash-disposal. His runic tattoo etched onto his skin didn’t give him an answer. For a second his eye closed. As his purpose was meant again while he lived freely. Why, he moved. How, he stood. Those who impacted and sailed him to victory. Inside himself was the cruelest prison of them all planes forged of torment where there was no forgiveness, only screaming to sin. His escape was this one he ventured in, here he could surpass and overcome and be without a chain but inside his own inner-design, he was captive beyond comprehension. Simulated by agony, grief, pain, regret, emotions ran rampant.

He grew molten internally from sudden conviction because he knew that his brethren currently was struggling the same from possession and used as a backseat puppet. This was his mess to clean up, this was his crew and business to deal with. Like the Lord predicted he was famished and deprived on his own merit not the beast that slumbered. But his own, survival, preservation for everything started to weigh. Glinted-amber hues set on a path armed for labored knowledge to grow, train, reform himself into a weapon to forge himself the ability to achieve irrevocable survival. He had a little over six-moons or less to prepare and absorb enough leanings to become, bane of a devil.

----------------------- Black Devil Saga ----------------------- Previous ----------------------- Prologue - Steal the Moon, Pirate Chapter 1 - Royal Roast Chapter 2  - Duel! Unrequited Freedom vs The Loyalist’s Pride

[little-mimikyuwu]

It's a mental break down

[the-belle-siblings]

Not me thinking about a pokemon au now

Like the Belle siblings are the Team Rocket equivalent. (Aka Team Belle as stated here [I like that name btw])

God's would be gym leaders because yk those people are seen as pretty much the most powerful trainers in the game.

Chad would be a police officer and Bennett would definitely be a poké-kid.

Caden is secretly in cahoots with the siblings. Cuz there's always that one fella who's secretly with the enemy.

Sir is like a pokemon con man who constantly tricks people into giving him really good pokemon for like... a rattata. (Sir: How about we trade if I win this battle? *Uses F.E.A.R. strategy*)

Ms. Deed is a poison type trainer bc she's always poisoning people. She's infuriating to fight, even if she doesn't win all of your pokemon are poisoned.

Chad in my mind is a fighting and fire type guy and he would have Growlith. He buys all of his pokemon toys.

Bennett doesn't know much about pokemon but he loves his pokemon a lot. He only gets the ones he thinks look cool.

Sir favors ghost and pyschic type but he has many different rare pokemon from his rattata shenanigans. He has a Toxtricity, he calls him his emo son.

Ivan mainly uses rock, ground, grass, and iron types. His exceptions to that is his Rapidash, which is his unabashed favorite, and legendary pokemon.

Misra mainly uses water and fairy types because she thinks they're cute. She names all of her pokemon but she stares them in the eyes for a few seconds before naming it as if trying to feel their vibes.

Caden would be a Ghost type gym leader because man was a demon once and ykw just look at him. He names all of his pokemon really dumb things. Like Squiggles or Kahzoo or Scoliosis or smth.

Anyways I think I'm done rambling

Team Belle Edition!

Ivan: Trainer Class- “Belle Team Co-Leader”

Metagross

Golem

Roaring Moon

Empoleon (Starter, the main water typing reminds him of Misra)

Lycanrock (Dusk) (Rockruff are super affectionate but the stones in their collars are painful when they rub against their trainers skin…you get it)

…Galarian Rapidash? (he loves Our Small Horses)

Misra: Trainer Class- “Belle Team Co- Leader”

Feraligatr “Richie” (Starter, its toughness reminds her of Ivan)

Tentacruel “Squidward”

Ludicolo “Lily” (she’s pretty cheerful)

Carracosta “Crush” (rock-water, perfect for the sibs)

Lapras “Lapis” (idk it just feels right)

Masquerain “Eyes” (reminds her of Anne)

Anne: Trainer Class- “Team Belle Admin”

(but is very nice to the player and would heal your team win or lose)

Parasect

(A stupidly strong) Vivillon (was her starter, she couldn’t get a standard one)

Accelgor

Orbeetle

Kleavor

Pheromosa “Elena” (she let Misra name it)

Caden: Trainer Class- “Team Belle Admin”

Skeledirge (death, afterlife, hell, yada yada that’s his starter)

Shiny Kantonian Rapidash (he thinks it’s cool, even cooler now that he knows Ivan likes it)

Umbreon (related to the moon)

Crabrawler (Cancer is the crab Constellation)

Trevanant (reminds him of his mom)

Darkrai (duh)

Bennet: Trainer Class- “Plucky Kid”

Torchick “Fluffy” (starter, reference to that one incorrect quote)

Pikachu “Charlie” (for reasons)

Zorua “Rascal” (he found it in the woods, it reminds him of Noir)

(Lil baby don’t have a full team yet)

Memiri: Trainer Class- “Windy Defector”

Dragapult (Can become invisible)

Gyrados (Mega Stone attached) (flying, affects the weather)

Castform (weather based again)

Staraptor (wimdy)

Crobat (evolves with friendship)

Corviknight (flying, she thinks they’re neat)

YOOOO!!! You cooked again

Memiri: @memiri-belle / @vaporeon2010317

Bennett, Ivan, Misra: @the-belle-siblings

Anne: @sagehyperfixates

[dawnpokemonirl]

@eliballs @kahzoo

[bnhaficsforthesoul]

Monoma owns a golden kahzoo-

he has 47 golden kazoos, and always has one on him - hes always ready to kazoo

[sunincapricorn]

why does dababy have kahzoo kid in one of his new songs lmfao

[aylamoenwyb]

Prompt #7: Forgiven

(Ayla)

She had marched away in anger.  How dare he risk himself so needlessly, so recklessly once again.  He knew as well as she what happened the last time he faced off against Kahzoo. Almost dying and that was when he had four people backing him up and the voidsent was weaker.  To go it alone was suicide, stupidity, bravado or all three.  Not only that, he knew she was leaving.  She had made the plans two sets of suns ago and was already packed.  To make her choose to stay behind.  Pick him over Sivir.  It was unfair.  And even if HE didn’t know he was asking her to do that, she did.  And it irked her all the more.  

She didn’t regret it, but it still hurt her to know it was also the first time her Captain was too angry...too set in his own way and path to follow.  To even try to explain or care for her feelings.  Still.  Her heart couldn’t leave him fully with  her pain burdening him down or at risk.  That is is why before she left, she made sure to wrap the relic box containing his heart in her love and care.  In her never ending siren’s call for him.  She could be mad and still love.  Still hope. 

But that was all over a moon ago.  A moon without so much as a whisper from him.  His heartbeat she normally could sense, silenced.  A signal he was in the void or lost forever.  But as suddenly as the soothing rhythmic drumming left her soul, sitting by the campfire, while Sivir slept soundly, it returned!  

She gasped...then cried.

“He made it! Somehow, he made it...”  

Wiping her tears from her plump cheeks. “I am sorry.  Sorry you went in alone.  Sorry I am not home to welcome you.  Sorry I doubted.” 

Left to her own thoughts by the crackling fire, her fingers trailed the red leather collar around her neck.  It didn’t change that she felt disregarded or unheard.  But his actions were long forgiven in her heart. Hopefully, her’s if not forgiven were at least understood in his.  

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast @captainkurosolaire

[official-blaze-it-kazhoo]

(from official-funky-fresh) *looks at kahzoo amd smiles* "so you want male or female promouns?"

"U-um" his face was red "boy ones?"

[dreamonminecraft]

That is NOT how you play a kahzoo

[captainkurosolaire]

Demise... I am...

<“This voyage... It spells of an End. I am a foolish, flawed and overall sinful man, do not mistaken this as my apologies or sincerity, for I cannot wipe away anything I’ve done or take it back nor would those simple words be justifiably allowed to let me off. These should stick to me, ingrain, devour me wholesomely. I brought wrought to those in my waters of haven, I’ve involved to many to give themselves to my cause and affairs... And I’ve failed, every single time. Not once did I win. Or fight solely to capture that by any means. I leave now, to the unknown. To slay a demon who possessed my dearest matey even if I have to give that release personally, I will. My sweat runs rivers, not of fear, but anticipation. I made a vow a promise, t’ not die. Though in honesty, I cannot assure this. If I never hunted those Damned Relics, this would haven’t happened, I wouldn’t have those lives buried and sunken to the depths, tattooed into my inner design. This Lair of a sprawling Devil, will ensure I don’t leave unscathed, though it’ll learn --- The souls inside me, they wish to torment have already done the job of self-destruction.”> A passage was written while extending vocally a monologue in the same simulations, printed to a worn-down stained Captain’s log over-top his desk. Unpacked and several wrapped layers of loose variant astonishing silk was drawn on a scarred up canvas, often this individual didn’t wear anything but himself and a familiarized hat. Though he was shaken to a core, undeserving of holding the mantle of the Captain until he properly slew the demons and plagues that he tried drowning out through feverish one night stands to get by or the thicket of a brew, giving replacement to dealings. A recently engraved Sigil was inked to a chiseled frame right above his left-pectoral which was carefully wrapped to layers subtly behind his chosen appendages. Its properties enhanced the wielder and gave them a more even playing field against the atrocities that awaited in the stain of darkness. He sat on the edge of a reflected bedside and drew a set of wrapped field dressing around his fists in combination. Every delicately wearing apparel was in preparation, a trip to the Unknown..

Removing his family heirloom compass coated and imbued with the last extracted increments of Kahzoo’s own essence to pin-point and confuse the transportation he was seeking to hit certain homing coordinates.Delving through a portal through the making of his fellow Voidal Peers for a usage. He dropped from nasty lilac textured stormy clouds and fell in a hard dropping thud. “Ow.” He silently left before standing up and draping off his dust. A long pause followed as he observed. “Wow... whole lot of nothing. No wonder they invade us. This place is more depressing then last time..” Breathless how a place could exist with nearly nothing of extensive value. He brazenly shrugged off before shouting loudly throughout the whole realm, “HEY, Dumbass! KAHZOO, Get yer sorry-excuse for an ass out here! I..., just want to talk...”  He shouted attentively with little braved concerns on who or what may be waiting to call in answer... Fumblingly lower off breath with mumbles, <Firstly though..., I need to wrangle a noose around the throat before I banish ye once and for all.> More silence broke....

Before, ~ “You came here searching to slay someone certain... But you only found your deathly demise, inferior.“ Feet of a charred black landed with three separations in sharp nailed toes like talons. Immensity of gloom settled in with a rising shift in aetherial pressure, it whirled chaotically and stung like a chain of administered whips. A thick blanketed of dark fog... or a cloud. Hung around its upper body swirling like a shroud of finery. The pitch of the screaming eeriness that cultivated fear that boiled goosebumps and chills, bred formation. As it’s tongue rolled from a putrid poisonous mouth holding more unsavory words that tone enough shattered the carriers of hearts in control. “You called a brother of mine...You must be the one so highly mentioned in spiteful complaints... A failure Captain who led his crew astray that allowed not only his dearest and only other remaining tatted brethren to his painful demise, you abandoned him and allowed him to be consumed by us. Giving my own brother a new suit of flesh, oh how, I like humanity.” It drew manically laughter to the crag-spires in underline vibrations. “Humanity. A storied flaw of what is between us. I hold little, you hide yours but overall hiding doesn’t abandon them. It’s why you’re weak, helpless. Emotions eat and fester attached to your hearts take you to travels out of stupid blind passion. But commonly, its their end they walk on. A grave they dig for chasing vengeance, ambitions, things too lofty for humane hand’s to wrap around, they’re too feeble.” A flex of this unidentifiable demon crackled its bones wickedly through its inner palms as it licked to attempt provoking uneasiness, before its targeted prey in the pirate opposing him. Jaded eyes seething of devouring, that only could be described otherworldly peered through the vapor.

The smug Seeker who typically should be blown away but was warded to the sinister tricks of the Voidkin currently. “My, my. You don’t shut up do ye lad? Humanity, this, humanity that..  News flash, I don’t hide mine. Why else do you think I’ve survived this long pencil dick? I’m flawed written on a blighted canvas! -- This place... Leviathan, it’s cozy to me even though aesthetically you’ve no talent for decor. Can say I feel at home. Cause like you, and you’ll learn if you listened to those whimpering moans of yer brother Kahzoo, I am a monster too. One who eats sins up like another pass-time. I don’t really give a shaded chub for the majority of the reasons, I am brought here. A hunt of those Relics, I obtained all those Summers ago, has brought me here to provide release of yer own unpleasant brother to one way or another for the benefit of mine... I’ll set him free, It’s my obligation and coded in my own set guidelines!” Pointing outwardly and show a symptom of no regard of what stood before him or where exactly they were in. “Fool, fool, FOOL... I feel like that is something you’ve been told. ~ Yes...” The overwhelming foul beast drew an arm up and closed its silted eyes..  Scanning for the heaviest memories and recent sorrowfulness affairs to stir pots. “You were told under crying beloved tears not to venture here. To not be so... densely stupid. Yet, here I find you. Avoiding their words? Ha, I would curse you of misery but it already awaits even without a guide of my touch. Ahhh, but there is more... You left a crew alone, You left behind without taking care of someone who holds yer heart closely and ever devotedly unwavering you have given them the keys of your inner-world but you cast ruination on all they hold precious attached to those sleeves out of this stubborn notion, you’ll prevail here. That what you sought would be claimed and answered... I even think you, -think you’ll honestly win. -- That won’t be a scenario. Here you’re in my Lair. I am infinite, I am eternal, unwavering, no ripple you make can shake me.” An unholy blasphemer quips further to regulate dread throughout a poorly designed creation in accused mortal. Nearly falling asleep while standing up from the sheer boredom and passing out a yawn as he was attempted to be riled, finally snapping back and eye-rolling, he’d shake his head playfully as the pirate launched to a springing jump and kicked in velocity his loosely worn studded leather-boots that pulled pins hung to his toes that detonated at a few second delay. A huge random holy explosion caught against the opposing demon developing him in a bright flash and hearing a screeching in frustration.

Landing back with light-steps. “You didn’t want to keep the mouth-flaps locked, I chose to do you the favor, I typically save the whole gags for another encounter of pleasure, but this was on the house.”  As the crags debris and rubble all scattered and picked up a dust cloud. In the silhouette a bridle of crowned tentacles squirmed over head half of the opposing demon’s face was entirely obliterated off.  As he was gargling against his own saliva the cloud that wore around started to draw into the exposed injury and rejuvenate at an accelerating rate. Tension drew in and instinctively a meteor formed above the Seeker to dodge from the heat in combination with a secondary hand of the purest of darkness etched into its violently purple complexion. A set of beams followed in tracking suite as the pirate started nimbly putting every bit of his athletically heritage running tantrum to the finesse placed on alert test to juke and dodge as many as possible. Anger was now tipped over and the time of talk finally concluded for now. No matter how swift one ran, It could not attend with so many concentrated beams. As pains of agony flinched against him from welted hits smoldering hence of fog his flesh burnt in several spots already one mean puncture against his arm that made carrying the weight of his scimitar difficult as it was unsheathed to coiled clutches. Stammering with his teeth bitten across his bottom lip drawing own blood it left a scent as he hung behind a spire to steadily, formulate a counter. Silence broke through out the dimension by standby and as the pirate took a peeking look over to see if it could determine the location of its monster. He was senseless and felt ready to run towards another spot to secure himself, in mid-step in a cosmic set of speed a thunderous connected kick echoed through out the jaw of Kuro and sent him spiraling through a layer of terrain and momentum. Raw overwhelmingly monstrous strength cracked against his spine threaten to shatter every bone in a throttle. His grip lost hold of his blades nearly by handles.

Barely his exposable fingertips hung on in desperation, only seconds already into the Void and already his own headspace was reeling back nearly wanting to go unconscious there... A blurriness to his one amber-eye watched these taunting and tormenting steps being heard against the brush of his feline ear... Slowly, methodically drawing out. Every echoing thud against the cryptic soils and nearly no sign of life in the dimensional realm. The fiend pausing purposefully before halting away a few ilms off distance. As the pair locked up once again in eyes. Kuro hardly saw the look of the ferociousness pumping in virile unadulterated and matched strength. A singular gulp was prepped as the Miqo’te braved himself for a thrashing watching that contorted face start to merge back its skin its lips still chunked off. In a split shifting speed once again the demon clutched the throat of the intruder and before the scimitars could be mustered to cut they were swatted ferociously with a tail as helplessness settled in defensively. He was being manhandled and being raised swatted with excruciating whelps by the stinging tail, his tendrils hung over head grabbed and bounded his ‘preys’ four limbs before swinging him around back and forth, over and over in crashing thwacks. His eye was blanking out and becoming more hazy as he was donning the horizon of no return. Even with a Sigil to nullify a lot of the Void’s age progression and overall corruption or to break the illusions it didn’t overall grant anything extraordinary in feats. Pain cried throughout the emptiness of the dimension. After enough invented fall-away slams, the demon got bored with his toy and threw it off to watch it try to slump up and stand. It hung back and crossed a leg just simply levitating a balance on one. Though slowly and surely that reckless and stupid, stupid, man spit out blood over himself drooling slops of streaming saliva before wiping his chin and ripping his rags off that were just decimated this point. He weakly and surely slumped over back to his two feet, his face left blank and darkened across.  Before lightly wrapping a set of hands around his coveted eye-patch and rippling it off breaking his own hold. Glistening and glowing two set of the more brilliantly golden hues peered from his eyelids. Yes... Now he could see, truly. He glamoured up a smile in curvature, It didn’t need following words only the expression in his look the blood oozing and battle-worn frame that took a tremendous pounding from a far superior and overall overwhelming enemy. Round two had just began!

B L A C K

           D E V I L

                         S A G A

~ Master-List of Previous Chapters

[awigglycultist]

Eric's kahzoo 10/10

[guyanthonydemarco]

New Post has been published on Guy Anthony De Marco

New Post has been published on http://guyanthonydemarco.com/creating-tension-ticking-clock/

Creating Tension with a Ticking Clock

How can you tell when a clock is really tense? When it’s all wound up.

Creating tension by using some form of a limit is one of the easiest methods to ratchet up the tension in any manuscript, from novel to play to movie script. When many newer authors first hear about adding in a “ticking clock”, they immediately think of a suspense movie where the hero has to defuse the bomb before the time reaches zero. While this is a very common trope, it goes beyond that limited scope.

What’s a Ticking Clock?

A ticking clock is an example of something that is constrained and must be dealt with, lest the characters have to deal with serious (and often dire) consequences if they fail. The entire plot can be constructed around the ticking clock, or it can be something smaller, such as a scene, where the protagonists have to get something done immediately.

In honor of Carrie Fisher’s passing recently, I’ve been re-watching Star Wars. They have a whole slew of ticking clocks embedded within the script. For example, Han, Chewie, and Luke have to rescue Leia from the Death Star’s prison block because she is scheduled for execution. The ticking clock is the time limit they have to rescue her, and the consequence of failure is the character will be killed. Another example is Luke and Leia running away from the guards and getting trapped by the missing walkway. Under fire, Luke closes the door and blasts the controls, not thinking that they probably control the retracted walkway. The Stormtroopers are trying to open the door — that’s the ticking clock. Luke and Leia have to escape, or else they’ll be shot — that’s the consequence of failure. The audience was sitting on the edges of their movie theatre chairs in 1977, wondering if they’d make it. That’s tension.

Got Any Examples Without Using a Clock?

Sure! How about the old black and white movie “House on Haunted Hill” with Vincent Price? There are two versions of a ticking clock in that movie. There’s the usual version we talked about (the characters have to survive the night in a haunted house) plus the characters are getting killed off one by one. That’s a countdown where we’re wondering who the killer is — he or she must be with the house guests. Will we find out before they run out of living people? Is the killer even human?

I Write (Insert Genre Here). Can I Use a Ticking Clock?

The ticking clock method of generating tension in a story can be used anywhere in fiction. Here’s some more examples:

Western: Sandra has to ride the last stagecoach to Cheyenne Wells to see her mortally wounded cavalry husband and tell him that she’s pregnant. The stagecoach is overcrowded and the occupants are dying one at a time. (Three clocks: a time limit for Sandra to reach her husband, else he dies without knowing he will be a father; the passengers are dying one by one so who is the killer; and the killer must be done before the stage reaches Cheyenne Wells.)

Romance: Barb has to get to the church on time to prevent the wedding of the childhood sweetheart she’s still in love with to a manipulative, evil woman. (Clocks: Prevent the wedding; Barb telling him that she is in love with him before he’s married.)

Science Fiction: A captain has to get to a planetary system in a disputed sector to rescue a plague research team because the local sun will go nova. Unfortunately, someone drops a vial and catches the plague. (Clocks: Get to the planet to save the team before the sun goes boom; will they be able to find a cure for the plague before they all die; can they deal with any enemies they meet on the way to the planet quickly enough to save the team.)

Fantasy: Gnorl has enough magic to do three more powerful spells. Can he and Kahzoo, his ever-drunk swordfighting friend, save the princess before she is forced to marry the evil Prince Mal of Serenity? (Clocks: Limit of three spells; can Kahzoo stay sober long enough to fight; can they save the princess before Gnorl is out of power and Kahzoo’s liver goes supernova; prevent the wedding.)

Setting up a ticking clock is a particularly good way for beginning writers to add tension to their stories. Most writers are familiar with the general idea and they’ve probably seen enough of them in the movie theatres.

The most important things to setting up a ticking clock/limited something scenario are:

Something must actually be limited or constrained. Time is the most used example, but anything can be used as long as it is clear that there are a certain number and no more.

The consequences of failing to complete the task must be severe. The audience must be concerned that the threatened character(s) or things (like a planet) will be irrecoverably damaged, hurt, or lost entirely.

Never give the protagonists a reprieve. Keep the pressure on — in fact, ramp it up more as they go. Maybe the wedding is moved up a day or the plague ship is running out of fuel so they’ll have to land in a populated area to get some.

Give the audience something when/if the protagonists do finish the task successfully. The heroine gets a kiss from her true love; the ship’s doctor gets promoted for finding the cure; the lady riding the stagecoach figures out who the killer is and stabs him through the heart with a hatpin. There should be some form of emotional release.

Look at the time! Get back to writing!

[bnhaficsforthesoul]

Low key, Monoma reminds me of the kahzoo kid--

lmao honestly same, I wouldnt put it past him to have a bunch of cheap kazoos that he uses to annoy 1A with sometimes either