#Poor Writing

[is-today-tomorrow-in-nz]

The 'not so innocent' Grisha Soldiers

I'm still not over the fact the LB called the Grisha priviledged, not so innocent, soldiers. That 1:46 minute interview snippet has been running inside my mind all weekend. I had already made a rant about this here. but I still have some more stuff to get off of my chest and here is my follow-up rant.

In the Demon in the woods, by the author's own words, we can clearly see the difference between Grisha upbringing and Fjerdan indoctrination.

The book opens with a Fjerdan father telling stories to his kids. He talks about the Grisha like they are boogeymen and instills fear in his children from a young age. He also tells his kids about their saviours aka the good guys- the druskelle. And by the end of the storytime the boy dreamily states that he wants become a druskelle. Because in his eyes the druskelle are heros, holy warriors who fight to keep the cursed witches out of their lands. Druskelle are clearly glorified in Fjerda.

Now just look at the lessons being taught to Aleksander. He observes the otkasatzya village close by and is worried about their safety. Because the first lesson of being a Grisha is to hide from the normal folks. That does not sound very a soldier like, does it?

While the druskelle train to hunt Grisha, the Grisha are looking for ways to avoid a fight and move without detection. Another thing to note is that the druskelle are funded by their government while the Grisha are basically squatting in caves and forests. How can they both be called soldiers?

Even the peace loving Grisha are also forced to fight because if they don't they get killed.

Tell me again how are they the same?

All Aleksander did was level the playing field. Or atleast he attempted to. He unified the Grisha, gave them a place to stay, trained them and taught them how to be soldiers. Unlike the druskelle, he didn't create them to invade Fjerda or take over other countries. He was merely giving them a fighting chance. And even then, we have canonically seen, the druskelle overpower the Grisha with latest guns and weaponry.

Being forced to fight and choosing to fight are two different things. The Fjerdans have options; they could let go of their bigotry and stop enlisting in the druskelle program. What options do the Grisha have? The Fjerdans are free citizens while Grisha are basically indentured labourers. So who are in the more advantageous or should I say priviledged position?

So, how can even LB suggest that the jews's crimes were merely existing while the Grisha are soldiers and are game? How can she callously say that the Grisha are not innocent and are priviledged people? Did she even write the books? She basically erased the foundation of her own universe.

That interview was an absolute disgrace. Shame on LB.

[woosked]

The minecraft movie making Steve an actual named character with a personality and yk character is the complete antithesis to everything Steve is

He and Alex are the blank slates, intentionally bland, nameless, and uninteresting, they are the catalyst for endless projection and self inserting for players

Giving them a characterization with motives and feelings completely contradicts all they are, he shouldn't have been in the movie period, let alone be portrayed as some kind of celebrity or legend or something

Also WHY JACK BLACK???

[pheebslu]

Story #1

Guys, this is a Miguel O’Hara fanfic, my first ever work of fiction written ever (apart from all those English paper projects.) I wrote this when I was extra bored, and I kept it marinating on my notes app. English is NOT my first language, and I am NOT responsible for the second hand embarrassment I make y’all feel. Without further ado, hope you beautiful people enjoy.

11:59 PM Nueva York, April 2nd.

Party on a typical suburban mansion from a rich boy whom you barely even know of — he is the friend of one of your friends.

You had not planned to come. You didn’t even know of the event completely, your friend telling you about it just a few hours ago.

A few hours ago, when your boyfriend had just broken up with you — ex boyfriend, more so. It felt wrong to say such… yet, you kind of saw it coming. Him being the opposite of attentive, the contrary of emotionally intelligent. You wondered how you even allowed yourself to date this guy.

It was getting quite late, at least for what you were used to. You’d be better off at your dorm, finishing off any assignments due, taking advantage of time as best as you could. Yet here you were, partying — for what you understood of the term. It felt good to have a friend by your side, the day hadn’t gone exactly well.

“You okay, hun?” Your friend cut you off your daze.

“I’m alright, hun.” You blinked more than enough times, smiling up at them as they seemed to offer you a drink. You loved how affectionate with their words they were, repeating them yourself in a way of admiration.

They smiled back, a frown sliding across their face as soon as you seemed to cut eye contact.

“Look, I know what happened today. I know you might not feel your best— honestly, I don’t even know what I was doing by inviting you here but—“

“It’s alright.” Your voice remained calm in the midst of their anxiousness.

“I just thought distraction might be good…”

You sighed softly, a tiny smile decorating your lips.

“I’m fine, really. Parties might not be might thing, especially right now but— I get to be accompanied, and that I like.”

Your friend’s eyes seemed to shine, tears threatening to fall from how much your words and yourself meant to them.

“You’ll be fine, just know that.” They placed a hand on your shoulder blade, the warmth managing to comfort you a bit. You gave them an acknowledging nod.

“Let’s try and dance a bit. C’mon, girl.” You chuckled, grateful at their attempts to keep you away from it all.

1:03 AM Nueva York, April 3rd.

Seems that it is true when they say the party is just getting started. The music seemed to only get louder by the second and your feet ached immensely from the heels you dared to wear today.

You scurried away from the crowd, keeping an eye on your friend as they seemed to dance happily around everyone else. You smiled almost nostalgically, wondering how to be more like her. Maybe you just needed your time.

You roamed around the house, passing people by, finding comfort in the personal things that decorated the house. Photos, vases, pens and books. Finally, you found yourself a seat. The house was big, the amount of people in it even bigger. You considered yourself lucky for finding a free couch.

The room had a coffee table with several papers and documents in the center of it, other two sofas surrounding it. Several people were scattered around it, yet it was not the same chaos as the room you were once dancing in. Everyone seemed to be minding their own business, talking and laughing alongside their friends.

You sat down, a quiet exhausted gruff coming out from your mouth. Reaching down, deciding to remove your heels, you took note again of the documents in the coffee table. Genetics? You squinted your eyes, trying to read more of it. Genetical Engineering: VOLUME I - Principles, mechanism and expression. Well, someone’s a nerd around here. You leaned back in your seat, looking for something to distract yourself with — a rubik cube? Someone’s definitely a nerd around here, you though again chuckling at the thought.

You grabbed the cube, playing and distracting yourself with it for a while. You knew time had passed, the room getting quieter by the moment. Your eyes seemed to get tired, too. Quietly shutting them until you were half conscious.

Thud, thud, thud

Heavy muted steps were heard at the entrance of the room.

You would’ve liked to open your eyes, put a face to the presence you felt entering the area.

Too tired, your body decided to let go. The cube escaping from your fingertips.

Swoosh

You felt a breeze of air brush your face, opening your eyes from disconcert.

“You’re breaking my stuff, nena.”

You met gaze with a pair of pretty brown eyes, mellow profound voice. Adversary to the defined and sharp facial structure that stared up at you with amusement.

You shot yourself off the couch, tumbling and tripping from your fast, almost reflexive movement. You rested your hand on whatever offered you steadiness— his firm shoulder.

“Sorry!” You yelped, taking a quick step back from the figure.

“S’alright.” He got up from his kneeling position, rubik cube in hand.

His height kept getting larger and larger as he seemed to straighten up, a quick shiver running down your spine. You kept glancing around the room, his eyes themselves never really leaving yours.

“Someone’s past their bed time, eh?” He smirked, tilting his head to the side.

You relaxed a bit, comforted by his nonchalant nature. A soft chuckle escaped past your lips. “I was just taking a break— from dancing.”

“By solving a rubik cube? Don’t even want to know what you do in your free time at this point.” All over again, he made you smile. Looks like he knew how to ease someone’s nerves successfully.

“Y/N.” You extended your hand, warm smile plastered on your lips.

“Miguel.” He took your hand, a firm confident shake. It was cordial, seemingly entertained. It began to feel suspiciously long — you quickly retreated your hand.

“So…” You began, trying to continue the conversation. “The rubik cube, yours?” Of course it was his, are you deaf? You wanted earth to swallow you just for the question you just asked.

He nodded, his lips seeming to fail at hiding an even bigger smile.

“Ajá, mío. You were solving it, weren’t you?” He inspected the piece, his brows slightly kneading together.

“Trying to, at least.” You let out an airy cackle.

“Better than anything.” Creases formed around his eyes, a homely feeling lingering around the air of the room.

He sat down on one of the sofas, yourself following along by sitting on the opposite side from the coffee table. Then, there you saw him: furrowed brow, lower lip bitten down. Solving the cube like the strings that held his life together depended on it. Quick rough fingers working fervently on the block. Soon enough, the colors seemed to match. Each corresponding to a specific side. He extended his hand to you, a perfectly solved rubik cube that looked almost tiny in his palm.

You smiled eagerly, mouthing an amused wow. He laughed at the sight, a deep rumble that came from the bottom of his chest.

“I can teach you, chula. If you let me, I’ll show you the trick behind it.” He evidently winked, though you were to shy to admit it and process it yourself. You took the cube off his hand, careful fingertips taking ahold of it. You smiled.

“I’m a fast learner.” He smiled back at you, even bigger than before. He swore he could already feel the wrinkles form around his eyes, cheeks aching from how long his expression had unconsciously stayed the same. He really didn’t mind eitherway.

1:43 AM, Nueva York. April 3rd.

Time is relative. Passing by slowly when crucial moments rely on uncontrollable outcomes. Passing by quickly when enjoyment is found on the simple occurrences.

Time with your new acquaintance, Miguel, seemed to break all the rules.

Career choice, family relations, general hobbies were discussed in the first five minutes of the conversation. Turns out he actually lives in this very same house. His brother, Gabriel, being responsible for the occurrence of this party. You two quickly turned to topics like beliefs, specific niches, a tad of political overviews and controversial opinions around science. Laughs were shared, inside jokes were made. Time went rhythmically, at a specific nearly ideal pace.

“No, no, no!” Miguel screamed slightly, trying to hush himself immediately after he attracted attention to himself. “‘M not letting a roach nest form on my house just ‘cuz — ‘cuz you think it’s got a family to sustain and — and kids to… to care for!?” He pinched his nose bridge, tone in his voice that showed a tint of disappointment and disbelief.

You felt almost light heated from all the laughter, it was funny how over dramatic he was.

“It’s basic human decency. Moral etiquette, compass — you name it!” You responded, flickering tears off your eyes.

“Etiquette mis huevos. Dios mío.” He shook his head, dragging a hand across his face. Looking back at you, all teary eyed and beaming smile — he caved in, warm chortle whose vibrations you picked up even across the table.

You both took a second to calm down, eyes meeting once again with a tenderness that could make a thousand of glaciers melt easily.

You coughed into your hand, parting your gaze away.

He raised a hand onto his neck, scratching impulsively.

“Want to get a drink, chula?” You liked the softness and tenderness in which he said things.

You nodded. He stood up almost in command, walking besides your couch and offering you a hand. Oh. You took it. Timidly brave. He helped you stand up, close attention to detail in your face. Once your eyes found courage to look at his, he was now nervous. “Just so you don’t fall.” He added quickly as the tremble in his voice did him dirty. You smiled. He made you smile.

You two walked downstairs. Your hand on the railing, his on the middle of your back. The sound of music became louder, drowning your senses alongside your reasoning.

He guided you through the dance floor, more so — the living room. You two finally reached the kitchen. He made sure to sit you down on a stool near the counter, bowing jokingly after he did so. You giggled. He walked towards the opposite side of the counter.

“‘M gonna make you…” He opened the fridge, “Una de mis revolturas.” You raised an eyebrow, confused at the sudden change of language. You had practiced a bit of Spanish in High School, yet it never really stayed in your head.

“Special drink for a special person.” He clarified, grinning slightly at your expression. He took out a couple of lemons, condensed milk and a cup of ice. You’d wanted to see what he was making, yet the enormity of his annoying quite-sculptured-but-you-won’t-admit back was getting in your way. In between the loud music, you swore you heard a blender going off. Soon enough, Miguel placed in front of you a fizzy sparkling yellow colored drink.

“Okay, show off.” You teased him, not wanting to admit the drink looked quite appetizing. He laughed, tilting his head.

“Va pues, rate the show off.” He gave you a cheeky smile, wanting to reciprocate the behavior.

Placing the cup near your lips, you looked up at him. He gave you a nod, eager to see your reaction. You smirked, taking a swig. A rich smooth and bubbly flavor danced around your tongue, sweet and sour combining perfectly.

“Oh, okay, well — This is very nice!” You couldn’t help hiding the excitement in your eyes. Surprised at how good the drink actually was.

Miguel laughed audibly, pampered by your reaction. Crazy how he liked seeing you just like this. Crazy how he wanted more of your time.

Talking becomes an easy thing for the two of you, immediately finding a topic to discuss about. Everything was so easy, so casual. He talked, you talked. You talked, he inevitably followed along. Silences were not a sign of uneasiness, just veneration.

A tune catches his attention, his brows raise in thrill. He taps his fingers along the counter. You find the song rather nice, bopping your head from side to side. You look at his hand, following the same rhythm. You look into his eyes, now boring into yours. A smile is shared. A moment is saved.

“Let me dance with you, flaca.”

And so you did. Making your way onto the dance floor, his hand grasped softly around yours. And he didn’t strike you as a dancer. And he, himself, wasn’t even sure of his movements, yet he had the necessity of — dancing, with you. His hand didn’t let go, not like you wanted such. He gave you a twirl, earning a laugh from you. That eased him out, his shoulders relaxing visibly. Your feet adapted to the rhythm, Miguel looked down so he could follow you along. You cackled fondly at how out of rhythm he was, grabbing his forearms tightly so he didn’t loose a beat. He followed along, still laughing at himself. His hands left specks of warmth along your body, making everything feel out of focus. You liked the irony of that, feeling intimate around other million of people. Like a tulip. Many layers, the closer to the center, the more tender. And so you got closer to each other. Your hands in what could reach of his shoulders, his hands along the curve of you lower back. And you two probably looked like two awkward teenagers playing twister, and yet it felt right. And if you moved away the slightest, he pulled you back firmly. Although he wasn’t going to admit such.

“You know, you’re a pretty bad dancer for someone who has really nice reflexes.” You laughed, raising your voice so he could hear you clearly.

“Compliment?” He leaned down, not taking his eyes off of you. You shrugged, smirk tugging the corner of your lips.

[andreal831]

Why do you think Elijah turned Tristan? I've never been satisfied with the simple and boring 'he just picked him at random to be the third decoy' explanation.

I've thought about this a lot because it really does feel like it was just a random place holder, as well as a reason for Aurora to still be manipulated.

To your point, maybe he was turned for the purpose of a decoy, but still that makes very little sense. There were five Mikaelsons. If they wanted decoys, why just pick three? And if they didn't need them all, why not just use Aurora and Lucien as Klaus and Rebekah. What was the point of turning an additional person and why pick Tristan? They knew his personality. It would have been better to pick a person with far less ambition who wouldn't come back to haunt them. I could see Elijah picking someone with means and knowledge because they would have a better chance of outrunning Mikael, but again, he made him think he wasn't Tristan de Martel, he had no access to his resources.

The timing of everything is also so bizarre. It seemed that shortly after Aurora turned, Mikael shows up. While trying to flee, Elijah accidentally compels Aurora for the first time ever, not truly understanding what it was. Again, Elijah is literally trying to round up his family to flee, yet they have time for Aurora to go and breakup with Klaus, time for Elijah to master compulsion, for him to go turn Tristan completely, and then compel each one of them. To me, it felt like there needed to be a better reason. That Elijah wanted to turn Tristan for more than that, but the show offers us nothing.

We don't even see Elijah and Tristan interact outside of Elijah and Klaus attempting to stop Tristan from killing Lucien. And it's not like Tristan didn't already have a terrible reputation. It baffles me that pragmatic Elijah, who was worried about Mikael finding them, would turn a man like Tristan. The writers at least could have given us a few scenes of them bonding.

Even at that point I can't buy that Elijah and Tristan bonded over their love of knowledge because their knowledge would have been so drastically different. Elijah was a simple farmer and Tristan was the son of a Lord. Elijah likely wouldn't have even been able to read, let alone be able to share any knowledge that would interest Tristan.

I could even imagine Tristan bonding with Kol more who seemed to be more of the unhinged brother who enjoyed reveling in riches. But Elijah, who was so focused on his family to the point of tossing everything he's ever cared about aside, it just doesn't make sense.

My only explanation I can come up with is that Elijah was lonely. We don't really see Elijah bond with anyone in the early days until Aya. Before that, he had his siblings, but even then we only really see his bond with Klaus at the beginning. We can infer a lot of the other bonds, yet this only adds to the reasoning. Elijah's closest bonds were Klaus and Rebekah, who had both made friends in Lucien and Aurora. This left Elijah as an outcast. I personally think he and Finn had a lot of resentment to each other so he didn't turn to him and we don't really see much of what Kol is doing.

But this only really makes me buy Elijah potentially looking to a friendship with Tristian. And even that I don't fully believe. But him turning Tristan still doesn't makes sense. It's one thing to befriend someone and another to turn them. Especially since these were the first people ever turned. You would think if anyone was going to be stingy about it, it would be Elijah. Even more so because this would be the first intentional turn as Aurora and Lucien were both accidents. Maybe Tristan was an accident to, but we aren't told that. I would also find it hard to believe it happened three times and I don't see Elijah even offering his blood to heal Tristan.

The show went with the decoy theory because it required very little time and thought. Yet it still leave a lot of questions and doesn't fully answer why someone like Tristan would have been chosen.

Thanks for the ask! This was interesting to think about.

[accidentalintentofagirl]

Repeat after me: Shock value scenes are not that impressive, they do not provide anything to the actual plot, and they are not only unnecessary, but also a too used resource. Writers need to have more imagination and actually put their brains to work for the plot instead of just adding an explicit or violent scene just because it's easier to write. Audiences are tired of pointless shock value scenes that make your work look like an amateur's work

[alisadraws]

I must share this so my moots can find it and laugh with me Also this, a very nice comparison with actual good writing and acting in baldur's gate 3

[yourwakingnightmares]

So here's the thing I want fans to consider (also, this isn't an anti-Bruce post, please read all the way through before spazzing).

I want you to imagine, for a moment... Bruce mind-fucking Tim, then leaving him to cry in a corner, because it was 'for his own good'.

Imagine, for a moment... Bruce beating Dick half to death, smashing his skull against the concrete again and again, not stopping until someone makes him stop.

Imagine, for a moment, Bruce looking at Damian, and saying, "I never should've believed in you. You're worthless. It ends here."

This attitude towards Jason Todd in the comics is a hold over. Jason has become DC's whipping boy every time Bruce is upset about something. Like... He just casually abuses or belittles his middle son whenever he's upset with him. He just mind-fucks him, ending his career as a vigilante, before leaving him to cry, because it's for his own good.

These are classic excuses used by abusers. And while I think Bruce Wayne is many, many things... I don't think it's in his character to abuse his children even if, as one person I saw put it 'it's only Jason'.

I think this stems from the original death vote in the 80s. People didn't particularly care for Jason for a multitude of reasons (classism, and a love of Dick Grayson being the two I see most predominantly). And that stupid vote went through, and hey... We got some good emotional content out of it, right?

And that just carried right on through. We need some good emotional content? Fuck up Jason. Why not? It worked before, right?

But the problem is, it fucks with the entire character of Bruce Wayne as a person. Could we stretch and maneuver and contort ourselves around to it? Sure we could. But if we have to to get to Bruce abusing his own son...

Maybe we should consider that it's bad writing, and just... not do that anymore. Especially when its unimaginable that Bruce would treat the other kids the same way. That right there tells you it's just lazy writing for overused shock value.

[soulmates-for-real-tranquility]

05x12

[zombiee-reviews]

Ranach character discussion/breakdown -

• The suddenly cured narcissist • The unredeemable • The Oreo

Hello ladies and gents, I decided to do a documentary on our fellow “antagonist” Ranach, from the comic Home.

You are also welcome in adding anything in your own reblog or the comments!

I decided to target Ranach for a breakdown / discussion for the following reasons:

• A little on Ranachs early / family life.

• Rogio is hellbent saying Ranach was a huge abuser in his life.

• Ranachs whole 180 plot line.

• How the author glorifies this character.

• Ranachs character in general.

• A little of a different perspective on how Kique COULD have redeemed Ranach.

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ALRIGHT. I am going to start off with what is shown in the comic with Ranachs early years and speculation from what other characters have said about him and also his prior MT living situation.

Ranach, son of Arenak and Vandi. Ranach seemed to live a rather rough life as a pup, shown from flashbacks. Obviously this sprouted a rather mean / vengeful adult character. What is interesting to me in the comic, is how Vandi never talked / or addressed Ranach has her son. If we didn’t have the wiki, none of us would have a single clue that Vandi is Ranachs mother. There have been many opportunities for Vandi to expose this to anyone, or even show Vandi in a flashback… But Kique relies too strongly on the wiki and hopes we all do the same.

I for one, if this was my comic, would have had Vandi mention that Ranach is her son when she asks Ronja why she chose to mate with him.

Simply putting something like:

“Why did you choose to mate with my dastardly son Ranach?”

Or something indicating that she IS Ranachs mother in the story.

It is also interesting to me, that Ranach obviously has some kind of bond with his mother, more so than his father. It can be seen when Arenak is holding Ranach over the Tribe wall, dangling him over the night beasts as Ranach calls for his mother.

It is obvious that Ranach has this sort of empathy later in the story, like he shows for Rogio, so why does he never try to help his mother out of MT? Oh that’s right, cause this was before Kique decided he wanted to attempt to redeem Ranach and make him an empathetic character.

If Kique wanted to redeem Ranach so badly from the beginning, why did he not implement this? Sure, Ranach was born into MT, a choice not of his own. But why didn’t he rebel with Kargo and Ferah, or even try to save some females? His mother?

Jonna tells Ronja that Ranach was rarely seen with a female, but Ranach still supported the rape tribe by simply NOT DOING ANYTHING and possibly taking females against their will. Unless, Ranach was forced to rape females.. It is not ever shown.

One would think Ranach would have the most fuel to go against his father and overthrow him and save the females. It’s clear Ranach was at least SOMEWHAT against what MT stood for, because he changed things in the Tribe when he took over. But this does not make him a good guy, because he didn’t act on what was right and try to make a better life for the females, or rebel with Kargo and Ferah.

Now if this was handled by a REAL writer, Ranach would have rebelled with Kargo and Ferah, killing his father himself and taking the reins to better the life of MT and its females. Sure, you can still make Ranach a cocky asshole, if that’s what you want. But at least you can redeem him in that situation. And really, that should have ended his arc right there. Because it’s clear to me that Kique can’t decide whether to make Ranach empathetic or narcissistic. Kique has this tendency of changing characters personalities to better fit what scene is happening in the moment. And most of the time it’s to go along with whatever that may be. Kique never shows the characters protesting against anything that is wrong in this story. Because Kique believes that females should be slaves to males.

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Onto the next thing, Rogio and Ranachs relationship.

I have already made a pretty brief doc about the pairs relationship previously, but I am going to address it once more.

Rogio was brought into MT by Ranach finding him badly wounded from the spirit that attacked Snowcap Tribe (Rogio’s previous Tribe ). Arenak tells Ranach he is wasting time / resources on a stranger and Ranach takes pity on Rogio and tells his father he will make sure Rogio makes it.

It is quite obvious to me that Ranach has a lick of empathy and it is quite a deep empathy. Kique tries to portray Ranach as a Narcissist, but Narcissists do not have a deep empathy for individuals like Ranach shows for Rogio. Now if you wanted to make Ranach narcissistic, you could show that he is obsessed with wanting to CONTROL Rogio, not flesh out scenes where Ranach is talking about him in deep intimacy.

This empathy for Rogio obviously buds a relationship between the two. Why / how Rogio falls in love with Ranach and MT is unknown. Why Rogio even chooses to stay with MT knowing the whole situation is bizarre and unknown. But this doc is not about him.

My guess, showing how Ranach actually is portrayed in the comic, is that Rogio fancied him and enjoyed the things Ranach said and did for him.

Sure, Ranach is shown to be a liar towards Rogio in some circumstances. But I don’t see any abuse from Ranach. If anything, Rogio was almost always the physical aggressor when it came to them arguing. So if anything, Rogio is the damn abuser lol.

Then came the time when Ranach attempted to sacrifice Rogio to a spirit, thinking that simply killing him would make the feelings and emotions go away. ( Something a narcissist does not have. ) We are then yoinked in a direction where Rogio is miraculously saved in time, unbeknownst to Ranach.

After this, we are then shown Ranach is losing his absolute mind over losing Rogio, even abandoning the Tribe and doing absolutely anything in his power to bring him back to life. And then, we are shown that soft side again when the spirit asks for Ranachs unborn and Ranach denies giving them up. A narcissistic character would have yeeted them kids fast af, if it meant benefiting them.

Eventually, Ranach returns to MT and is greeted with bared teeth and raised hackles, as he should have been greeted, he abandoned the damn tribe over a cuck like Rogio. ( it is interesting how almost every main character is Rogio’s foot licker anymore. )

And then he attacks the Tribe, kills Kargo and suddenly cant smell Rogio’s stank anywhere in the vicinity. ( face palm )

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My next point on Ranach, is his whole 180 plot line once he takes off from Roamer, after killing Kargo.

Ranach is seen killing Kargo and fleeing MT, as he runs away from the useless main character, Roamer.

We are then blessed with more scenes, showing Ranach has fled to a rag tag group known as South Spear. Now as a reader, my first thought seeing Ranach join up with South Spear and his hidden smirks after speaking with members / the viscountess.. One would think Ranach is boiling a plan to get SS to join him in a war against MT. Because obviously, for a good chunk of the story Ranach wanted to destroy Ronja and MT.

But NOPE. Kique wanted to use South Spear as a doggie nsfw orgy for Ranach, so he could scratch that itch his nasty zoophile followers / himself have. Then suddenly, when they are jumped by bounty hunters, Ranach suddenly drops the existence of MT out of his mind and wants to suddenly become this notorious hero and destroy the capital, because he totally cared about this before.

And now we’re faced with a once narcissistic character, who has empathy for others and wants to make the lives of others right, including all of Aedra. Kique, buddy, once you’re a narcissist, you’re always a narcissist, learn to write a narcissistic character properly. Let me give you some tips, narcissistic characters don’t give a flying fuck about anyone but themselves, so why are you writing Ranach as a capital worldwide hero that cares for everyone suddenly???

Not only this, but his sick and twisted obsession with Iberon. I will give it partly to Kique, he hadnt changed Iberons personality and he was a pretty solid character, for Kique standards. But of course, his zoophile tendencies couldn’t help themselves and he suddenly changed Iberon to love up on Ranach, even though before he was extremely suspicious of him and absolutely hated Ranachs fucking guts. ANYWAY.

Back to the point lmao.

Ranach decides to round up Tribes, to fight the capital. The thought of MT, a fleck in the back of his mind. If it’s even there at all.

What strikes me odd is how Kique attempts to write this narcissistic character, but fails miserably cause all Ranach is in the story, is a Rogio obsessed man whore. Now suddenly Kique wants to make Ranach a hero and WOOHOO save Aedra. Now this plot might have made more sense if Kique had Ranach rebel against his father, with Kargo and Ferah and saved MT. If he had actually made Ranach an empathetic character who saw wrong in the Tribe he grew up in, instead of trying to lick Rogio’s nuts every two seconds. But this plot line, DOES NOT WORK. Because Ranach is never shown to give a single flying hoot about the wellbeing of others, except for Rogio.

Now don’t get me wrong, Ranach does tend to show narcissism. But it is not to the extent of how a narcissist actually is. Everything Ranach does, is for Rogio. So how the hell is he narcissistic? A true narcissist would have just found a new supply and moved the hell on. Which could be argued that this would be Iberon, but Ranach quite obviously looked at Iberon the same way he did as Rogio.

The inconsistency from Ranach is really mind boggling. Like most characters in Home, he does not have a consistent personality and jumps around to better fit the agenda / scenes Kique is pushing in the story. It is quite obvious to anyone, that he favors Ranach the most, probably because he wrote him to be his sick, obsessed lover to his self insert known as Rogio. Ranach is basically the dream lover for Kique. Which, ew, you sick fuck. Roamer is also another slice of a dream lover for Kique, because it’s funny how these two are so obsessed with his self insert, Rogio. And yet in real life, he writes these characters to do things he wishes a partner would do for him. Like it’s real obvious Kique, you’re not even hiding it anymore lol.

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And now I will gloss over the glorification that Kique gives Ranach.

In the beginning, we all are aware of how much Kique adored Ranach, drawing him in odd positions and just completely showing this character in the spotlight. Now there is no physical evidence if Ranach did things to the females intentionally or not, in MT. Jonna says “He was rarely seen with a female” and then Rogio says “Anytime you were with a female, it was a simple one time thing.” So for me, it’s hard to pin point whether Ranach was a rapist or not. But let’s just assume that he is, given the circumstances of MT. WHY would you want to draw your rapist character in sexy poses and tell your customers that a gay bar is the best way to lose Ranach. Jeffery Dahmer is that you??

The odd glorification from Kique onto Ranach, is just that… ODD. If you have followed Kique for a while and read all the docs about him, it all becomes clear why he supports certain characters and why certain characters act the way they do. A lot of them, including Ranach have bits of Kiques personality / beliefs in them. And when you actually pay attention to how the characters work, you come to find out that Kique is an asshole lmao.

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In conclusion, it was obvious that Kique attempted to make Ranach an antagonist in the beginning of the story, but then later decided to ditch this idea for unknown reasons. Why Kique favors a character like Ranach is boggling as hell. It’s crazy because given the backstory of Ranach, you would think it would push Ranach to do MT better than his father, but Kique is a terrible writer and didn’t even see that opportunity to give Ranach a redeemable quality. Now, he’s further digging Ranach into a hole and trying to make him the good guy, which TOO LATE Kique, you already missed that train, because you can’t decide who is the antagonist anymore in your comic.

PHEW. That’s all I have to say, I figured I would give into a different perspective on Ranach and how he COULD HAVE been redeemed, but Kique sucks at writing as we all know.



[fallenobsession]

Maybe this has already been thought of, but... Y'know how Arceus has a beta sprite that looks almost ghostly? Well, what if the beta sprite is the real Arceus and what we see is actually an empty puppet? And, instead of inhabiting the puppet, the true Arceus is actually its shadow.

In this essay, I will—

You, an anthropologist, uncover what looks to be ancient tablets while exploring the depths of a newly uncovered ancient temple in the depths of Sinnoh. You impulsively decide to take it, to try translating it at home. So, you lock yourself in your hoke until you solve the tablets.

__________

The true Arceus lies in the darkness. When graced with Arceus's presence, no one looks to the shadow cast by the vessel. Ancient legends, long forgotten, warn of staring into the shadow, for insanity awates those who stare.

It takes at least a week to figure out what language the tablet is even in. It's an ancient language from before even Hisui, long before the common era, spoken by an ancient nation that is thought to have been the first to worship Arceus. From there, it takes a few days to actually translate the text. But when you finally succeed, at least enough to speculate on the meaning, it leaves more questions than answers.

The tablets talk of shadows; a being so, so holy that it devours the light; something infinitely small, but infinitely large. A being known as Arceus.

None of this is something you've ever heard before. There's never been, to your knowledge, a text describing Arceus as a shadow. Is it possible the ancient peoples worshipped something different, and the name is coincidence? Or maybe the current understanding of Arceus was merely named after this older one? But why, is the question.

After checking the time, you decide to head to bed. It's incredibly early in the morning, the thought of a breakthrough distracting you from the passage of time. So, you lay down in your bed, eventually falling asleep. And when you do, you dream of darkness and a holy being...

Arceus lays before you. Staring. It doesn't do anything. Just stares. You glance around. But there's only darkness. There's no noise. The only light is Arceus, Itself. A beautiful being whose gaze is empty and dead. When It finally moves, you could swear you see something behind it. Trying to figure out what you saw, you stare.

And two eyes stare back.

After that, your name is tarnished.

...

"Oh, yeah! Them?" A man blinks. "Yeah, they were an anthropologist. Good at it, from what I heard. One of the best! But, yeah. Years ago, now, they went insane. Blabbing about the darkness having eyes or something... Yeah, I dunno either. What's really weird is that, supposedly before they went insane, they were talking about translating some stone tablets. They hid themself in their house for weeks over it. Though, after being forced into a psych ward, some of their coworkers went through their house to find the supposed tablets. Here's the thing, though: they didn't find anything. No tablets or sign that they even existed. Nothing."

[y3nze1]

𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬▶ 𝗩𝗛𝗦

𝟬𝟭:𝟯𝟱 . . .

𝗦𝗘𝗣 . 𝟬𝟯 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟱

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ おやすみ、良い夢を見てください、ハニー

𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗙 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 簡単な情報;

— (slightly poorly) written x reader fanfictions . . . I’m not very good at writing. I’ve always struggled with putting my thoughts into words, and it’s something that I really want to get better at. I know there are so many talented writers on this platform, and I can’t help but compare myself to them. But I’m trying to not let that get in the way of my progress. I’m practicing every day and trying my best to improve my skills.

— randomness . . . being a type of author that doesn't stick to one posting at times, i tend to repost a lot of different stuff but that doesn't mean that i don't set my mind in writing. please understand that i can only do so much at a time.

— unstable posting times . . . I’m currently dealing with some personal issues that are causing a bit of chaos in my daily life, and as a result, I may not be able to constantly write. I want to apologize in advance for any inconvenience this may cause, if there are. I know some of you look forward to my updates and I want to let you know that I truly appreciate that. I really hope everyone can understand that.

— 18+ Content . . . i understand that different people have different preferences and interests. Some people users may choose to share, discuss, or create 18+ content, and we respect that. However, i still have a responsibility to create a safe and respectful page for all users. I want to make it clear that i do not tolerate harassment, bullying, or any other forms of abuse directed towards others, particularly in relation to 18+ content. I do expect all readers or visitors on my to behave in a mature and responsible manner, and i will take any action to act upon inappropriate behavior seriously.

𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗦 𝗜 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 私が書いているいくつかのファンダム;

Good Omens / Hazbin Hotel / My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom (the anime series) / My ocs / Michael Sheen & David Tennant characters / BBC Ghosts / Etc. (i forgot the rest/to be mentioned another time)

𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗡𝗢 はい、いいえ;

Yes: your oc x canon/ smut (including noncon/dubcon) / taking requests (to be selected tho) / Oneshots & By Chapters

No: Adult x Minor / Consistent writing (unstable schedule) / Writing male reader / male! oc x canon (I'm not able to write anything that's related to it, i apologize for that)

Everything by @y3nze1

[generalluxun]

I assume the government/Ladybug gave Chloe a pass on being 14-year-old robot control mayor without any questions for the same reason the government has never thought to interrogate or try to control two 14 year old vigilantes with the power to create or destroy anything. It is kid’s show logic my dude. Always has been.

Kids shows get a free pass when they play light and fast. No one is questioning S1-2 at all. It wasn't digging too deep, nothing was really solid but nothing *mattered*. You had your silly situations and your light and daily lessons but the show didn't ask you to give it weight.

S5 wants weight. S5 wants serious. S5 wants trauma, abuse, personhood, corruption, class warfare. If it wants that, it can have that, but then it also needs to give up playing fast and loose.

The creator can't claim to be pushing boundaries with his brilliance, then hide behind 'it's a kids show' at every critique.

[jennycinco-5]

Double standard at FINEST when I see fans looks fine with “Kagami is a sentimonster things” while they still unable to accept “ Adrien is a sentimonster” all because of they want Kagami away from Love Square by pair her with an Asshole like Felix because god forbid her to be Bisexual by pair her with a girls or try to give an cheap excuse Tomoe behavior who looks like a caricature of “Asian Tiger Moms”

Both Sentidrien and Sentigami things are bad ! But Sentigami probably the WORST! Because The Peacock miraculous already established possessed by Agreste and they were the first one who found it during expedition in Tibet. After Emilie fell into comatose state, Gabriel didn’t allow anyone to use Peacock Miraculous until Nathalie willingly use it to help him do his evil scheme until she continuously ill and paralyzed,

In fact Kagami was made her debut BEFORE Nathalie become Mayura and Tomoe made a business deal with Gabriel in “Animaestro”, So when did Tomoe use a freaking peacock miraculous to create Kagami ?! I don’t buy to someone said “ Oh but she has different ring !” explanation or any kind of  stupid explanation about this shit, This is just truly out-ot-nowhere like Mary Zoe existence because THERE IS NO FORESHADOWING about it and its purely a bad retcon by steal a fandom content 

[masked-artist-xp]

DENIAL.

Fang stood there as they listened to Ellis ramble about a gift she had given them. They felt the neon magenta aura in their soul glow brighter, their tail sway, and their face heat up as a light pink color creeped onto their cheeks. They looked at Ellis with a soft expression. They then paused as they realized they were feeling a fairly foreign but slighty familiar feeling...love?...no...maybe??...Fang was unsure if this was an even real feeling. They had a tendency to unconsciously fake emotions. They look away slighty. They tried to push it off but thoughts and questions began to flood their mind.

"Am I really falling for someone?..."

"...no...I can't fall for someone..."

"...what if she doesn't like me that way?..."

"...there's no way she'd be able to handle me...would she?..."

"...what if she replaces me?..."

"...would she even be able to love someone like me?..."

"...no no...I can't be thinking about this when I am what I am..."

Their thoughts are suddenly stopped as they heard a slightly confused yet concerned voice.

"...Fang?..." Ellis piped up. She had a soft look of worry on her face.

Fang looked at her and they felt their face turn bright red as they looked her in the eyes. Their hand shakes and they speak up in a panic.

"...i-i...I gotta go-..." Fang muttered in a rushed tone.

They then quickly walk past her before a cloud of illusion magic pops up as they are quickly out of Ellis's line of sight. Ellis felt her heart sink...she wondered if she did something wrong and upset Fang...

Tonight was gonna be rough.

[glimwood-strangle]

[ A Dream. ]

tw(s)/cw(s): References to PTSD, Death, Blood, light gore, Implied use of (prescription) drugs

A dream. The same dream again. A dining room, a large, extravagant one with velvet tablecloth and intricate mahogany legs. At one end sat a old woman, perhaps in her 70s, her hair various shades of gray from strands with an aluminum sheen to them to ghostly white matte patches all thrown into a tight bun that sat proud atop her head. At the other end of the table sat a young boy, maybe 8 or 9 with long, luscious blonde hair tied into a ponytail with a black ribbon. On the table next to the boys half eaten meal sat an open pokeball, facing a seat that a Mimikyu sat in. It was quiet. It was peaceful. The boy smiles. The woman stares blankly ahead. As the boy blinks the world fades momentarily, as the world is seen again, it has been flipped on its head. The tablecloth torn off the table leaving dishes smashed and strewn about the floor, the designs on the legs of the table seemed to be nothing but the old woman's face. A figure, indistinguishable, ever shifting forms, only recognizable as being humanoid in nature held a knife to the woman, digging it into her neck drawing the slightest bit of blood, blood that slid down her wrinkled neck as she smiled at the boy across from her, telling him not to worry as the figure shouted words that couldn't quite be made out. Tears fell from the boys eyes as he screamed and pleaded with the figure for a moment it seemed like it worked, as the being removed the knife from where it was placed firmly against the old woman's throat, but alas, good things cannot happen to this boy, for what is life without suffering. The knife sinks into the old woman's eye and she shreiks as it twists, the figure pulls it out roughly only to stab the woman's neck, killing her almost instantly, the knife is retracted again and thrown at the boy. The mimikyu that sat adjacent to the boy used a large claw to block the boy from harm. All is obscured as the cries of the Mimikyu become louder.

Wyrm awakens with a jolt, sitting upright in his bed, chest heaving and eyes wide. He blinks a few times, taking a moment to steady his breathing as he reaches into his nightstand drawer to grab an orange pill bottle.

[vellatra]

Find The Word Tag Game

Thanks for the tag, @card-queen ! Hopefully I make you proud. :)

The words I need to find in my writing are despite, inspire, stride and peek.

I tag @hollers-and-holmes , @aptericia , @firstfandomfangirl and @reneethegreatandpowerful . Your words are purple, warmth, protest, and ancient. No pressure of course! :)

Despite

Um. Well. Despite my best efforts to find one, I haven't a single writing, fanfic or original, containing that word! How disappointing. Maybe I'll have to use it on purpose now! ;)

Inspire

...Hmm. Nothing for that either! At the very least, this exercise is inspiring me to widen my writing vocabulary!

Stride

...Are you kidding me?! Am I like, writing at a really low grade level without realizing it? I'm making great strides toward feeling like a lame author, hahaha.

Peek

(If I don't have this one either I'm going to be really mad....)

...I took a peek around my writings and am completely astounded. I thought, surely, I'd at least have used this one a time or two. But apparently not!

...Forgive me, @card-queen . I have utterly failed you. x_x