#a relief since it’s so overdone

[last-of-the-jaded]

Watching Hidden Agenda and I’m so freaking ecstatic that for once they aren’t doing a plot that heavily revolves around music or playing the guitar.

[wolfiesmoon]

Who is who again?

Riddle, Vil, Idia (seperately) x gn!reader

i was thinking and thinking and then i remembered that basic overdone fanfiction tropes do in fact exist, so here's a silly lil bodyswap fic for the soul

yuu is a little silly prankster goofster who likes messing around and trolling people in this fic, just saying in advance that i did inject a bit of personality in them

also i apologise if the fanfic becomes confusing to read at any point, it's kind of hard writing the reader's actions while in someone else's body, especially when interacting with the person you're swapped with haha

‧₊˚✩彡 Riddle Rosehearts

"Okay, so you're tellin' me that you're Riddle, and you're the Prefect?" Cater pointed to each of you respectively, still trying to grasp the situation. Trey, Ace and Deuce seemed equaly stumped.

"Yep. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but I'm in Riddle's body now." you replied, shrugging casually. "You shouldn't have told them so early on, Riddle, I wanted to mess around a bit."

"Oh, now I'm very glad I told them so early. Knowing you, you'd cause far too much trouble for me to be able to uphold my reputation." Riddle shuddered, imagining the silly pranks you'd pull on everyone while in his body. Well, I suppose they wouldn't be very silly to him.

"Wait. If I'm in your body, does that..."

You quickly took out Riddle's magical pen and pointed it towards Ace, yelling out "Off with your head!"

To your surprise, it actually worked and Ace had a collar around his neck. So you can use magic now.

"HEY! Why did you do that!?" Ace called you out.

"It's revenge for stealing the bit of food I was saving for last on Friday. And also, I needed someone to test out whether I can use magic now." you smirked mischeviously at his annoyance. Now this is fun.

"This still feels unreal. I cannot believe I'm looking at myself talking to someone else. And fooling around like an idiot, too." Riddle did not seem amused.

"Listen, okay, I finally have magic now and I'm gonna take advantage of that. Which means you better run, Cater." you rubbed your hands together evilly.

"What?! Why me?!" Cater was not prepared for this attack.

"Too much magicam. Not enough reality. Collar needed." you explain like a robot overlord and point Riddle's magical pen at Cater.

"Now, now, let's not do that, okay?" Trey gently wrapped his hand around the magical pen in your outstretched hand, smiling at you.

You were about to shake his hand off and proceed with your collaring plan, but you got a better idea.

"No, no, you're right." you shook your head, lowering your hand. Cater breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since I'm Riddle and all, I have to uphold a perfect test score on every test." everyone looked at you, wondering where you were going with this.

"This might be an awkward time to mention that I haven't studied for tommorow's test at all."

"Oh, no. Absolutely not. You are coming with me." Riddle was not about to let his grades slip by such a wide margin. He'll make you memorise things until atleast a 90% is guaranteed, as much as he would hate to get one.

Originally, he was going to try and figure out how to switch you back as soon as possible but that'll have to wait after tommorow it seems.

"WAIT, CAN YOU LIKE, ATLEAST REMOVE THIS COLLAR BEFORE YOU LEAVE?!" Ace yelled behind you but you just whistled innocently, not paying attention to his despair.

.

"That's how the Queen's succesor managed to- are you even listening?"

"You know, it looks kind of funny when I'm being scolded by myself." you yawned, placing your chin on your arms which were currently crossed on the table.

"This is NO laughing matter. My grades are at stake here." Riddle scolded you some more. You nodded sleepily and he took that as a sign to continue.

"So as I was saying- What are you doing now?" Riddle followed your line of sight, his gaze falling on the mirror inside his room. You were looking at him?

"Woah... You're, like, actually pretty cute." you turned back to him, excited at your discovery.

"...What are you blabbering on about? This is NO time to be fooling around, as I have been telling you for the past- Wow, you really are hopeless." Riddle sighed, watching you examine his face in his mirror and still not listening to the magical history lesson.

It does not help at all that you made him lose composure with that "cute" comment.

"Your eyelashes are nice." You comment, smiling at your own reflection.

"What an oddly specific compliment." Still, Riddle felt all weird inside when you said that. This is not fair. Now he can't focus on teaching you anymore.

"It's not oddly specific, really. Guys have really great eyelashes sometimes." You batted your lashes at the mirror and then at him, trying to showcase his charm.

"That is... very strange. Please stop that." Riddle still felt weird about seeing his own face make such silly expressions.

"Hey, if I were in my own body right now I would be swooning over you. Just for your information." You rolled your eyes playfully, entirely insistant on getting out of studying by flustering the hell out of poor Riddle.

"Wha- That's it, off with your-" Riddle reached for the magical pen which would normally be in one's pocket, only to realise that you don't even own one. Of course.

"Oh, Riddle. You silly goose. I'm the one in power here." You intertwined your fingers like a supervillain.

"Please, let's just get back to studying." If Riddle were in his own body right now, his face would be red all over from embarrasment.

"If you insist." You sighed in feigned defeat, your mind already cooking up more plans to embarrass Riddle while you're in his body.

How very fun indeed.

"Why are you smiling at me like that? That kind of smile does not suit my face." Riddle seemed concerned about his body's fate.

"Hmmm, I wonder how many drinks I can order at the Mostro lounge in one sitting." You wondered aloud on purpose.

"What?!"

"What? I didn't even say anything this time." you faked your innocence.

This is going to be a nightmare for Riddle, isn't it?

‧₊˚✩彡 Vil Schoenheit

"Oh. My. God." you lightly slapped your cheeks while looking at yourself in the mirror to make sure this is reality.

Well, you suppose they aren't exactly your cheeks. You're currently inside Vil freaking Schoenheit's body and you have no idea how it happened.

You do suppose all logic kind of gets thrown out the window in a world where magic exists, so swapping bodies with someone might not be that outlandish. Now you wonder if you're the only one who this happened to, and what your body is up to.

Speaking of being Vil Schoenheit now, does that mean you have to uphold his insanely strict daily routine now?

Nah, who are you kidding? You're going to cause as much trouble as you can for this pretty boy. He wakes up much earlier than you thought, so you don't know what to do right now. You walk around his room, inspecting every corner for some prank ammunition.

Rook knocked on the door all of a sudden, telling Vil that he's worried since he's taking longer than usual. You let him into the room.

You decided that you're not going to tell anyone that you're actually not Vil and and act as him for as long as you possibly can.

"Oh, I was just... thinking about something." you grinned evilly at the mirror, before turning back to face Rook.

"Oh my, it seems you were so lost in thought that you've completely forgone doing your hair and makeup. Quite the unpleasant surprise. What troubles you so?" Rook seemed utterly hearbroken.

Wow, he's blunt sometimes. Not that you care about that right now.

"I was just thinking that I'll probably skip all that today. You know, going for a natural look." You twirled a piece of Vil's hair in your hand.

Rook tried convincing you otherwise but you shooed him out, not wanting to hear anything about how 'a natural look also involves doing subtle, light makeup'. You're on a mission here.

Speaking of, you just got a great idea.

You opened his Magicam after getting dressed, briefly gawking at the follower count before clicking on the 'new post' button.

You placed Vil's phone horizontally against your chest, taking an unflattering chin photo and posting it to magicam with the caption "#chinningtime😍😍😍😍", giggling like an idiot all the while.

Within a minute, your post has already gained about 2 thousand likes and loads of very confused (and amused) comments.

What great encouragement to post another one.

You placed the selfie camera of his phone close to your forehead, taking a forehead touch perspective pic. You added the caption "what my kitten sees😈💯🔥" and posted it.

You were laughing your ass off at all the comments when someone knocked at the door. "Roi du Poison, this is an intervention. I am very concerned about you."

Hahahaha, of course he would be one of the first people to worry about you.

Rook joined you once again in your room, explaining how concerned he is about your behavior this morning and how it's very unlike you. I mean, jeez, is Vil allergic to fun or something?

However, Rook wasn't the only one that had concerns with you, it seems.

"Would you care to explain what these are?" you were surprised to hear your own voice, turning your gaze back to the door where you were standing with a very displeased face, holding up your phone with the two selfies you took earlier. It feels dystopian to see yourself standing right in front of you. Out of body experience, for real.

"Wait. Before anything, just who are you?" you wanted to know just who was in your body, though you were already about 90% sure of it.

"Ah, Trickster. What brings you into Pomefiore?" Rook questioned internally how Vil doesn't recognise you.

"For your information, I am Vil. That other person next to you is not Vil. I'd assume you're the prefect, then?" he looked you with authority, leaving no room for stalling or avoiding his question.

"Yeah, yeah. You got me. But like, it's funny, right?" you shrugged, smiling goofily.

Vil dragged you off to the headmage's office, promising to explain things to Rook later and giving a firm scolding to you.

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"Now that everything is finally sorted and we're excused from class for the day, would care to delete those... unflattering posts, please?" once the two of you were back in Vil's room, he immediately brought up that topic.

By now, they had to have gathered about 70k likes, right? Hehehehe.

"Do not smile at me like that. Or I will take back my phone and delete those horrid photos myself. Do you even realise what a PR nightmare this could be?" he placed his hands on his hips. You feel like you look completely different now that Vil's mannerisms are reflected on your own body. Body language really makes a man, huh?

"Oh, come onnnn, your fans love it. Everyone's laughing and saying how surprising it is to see you post something like this. See, they even got the hashtag #chinningtime trending!" you showed him pictures of his fans taking the same unflattering chin photos.

"What joy does someone derive from selfies as horrible as that? You made me look utterly horrible with those angles." You watched your own face contort with cringe. It's amusing how funny you look.

"People love silly things from time to time. For a celebrity as serious and professional as you, occasional silliness makes you look more relatable to your fans. A celebrity with a good sense of humor is the best kind in my opinion." you gave him a happy thumbs up. It was also for your own amusement, but you really don't feel like getting scolded even more than you have on your way back to the dorm.

"That is... the smartest thing I have ever heard come out of your mouth." He sighed, "I suppose it would cause people to talk about it even more if I deleted them now. But I am still not happy about them."

You ignored the jab at your intelligence, turning around to look at yourself in the mirror. "You know, Vil, you can let loose from time to time. Smile and goof around without worrying what someone might think." your eyes travelled down the sculpted jawline of your new reflection.

"In a way, you're right for suggesting that. But I'm not someone who enjoys your sense of humor or relaxed philosophy to begin with." he was right. He only jokes on occasion and his jokes aren't very goofy.

"You're right..." now that you technically are him, you can see first hand how much he cares about his body. His skin is soft and gleaming, his hair is healthy and shiny and his body is nice to move around in.

"You seem lost in thought. It's unlike you." you looked back at him through the mirror.

"I just thought about how admirable you are. Like, damn, I could nevaaa." Vil inferred you were talking about his strict daily routine. You seem different now. More quiet and thoughtful than usual. And he definitely didn't miss the pink dusting his cheeks on his own face through the mirror's reflection.

"Thank you." 'admirable' is a compliment slightly rarer than the usual ones talking about his beauty.

"By the way, your smile is beautiful. Not the one in all the movies, the one you don't consciously make." you closed your eyes, recalling that exact face of his. Too pretty for his own good, that man.

"Thank... you. You seem in a great mood to compliment me. Surely you don't think this will be enough to make up for the selfies, because it is not." at this point, even Vil didn't know what to think. The smile he doesn't consciously make, huh...

"Nah, those were just random ones I wanted to get off my mind. Oh, by the way, I don't know how to do your makeup look. Care to do it for me, pookie bear?" you sprung up from the chair at the vanity table, already getting excited about messing him up on purpose by opening your eyes when he tells you not to or moving your lips away from the lipstick, making it smudge.

You got way too sentimental for a moment there. And you're sure he noticed.

"Back to your regular self, I see. Fine, I will make myself look beautiful, as always." he smiled confidently. Though he himself has become curious about that side of you now.

Do you really think of him as a victim of your little pranks like everyone else, or are you hiding something else behind your silly smile?

‧₊˚✩彡 Idia Shroud

You were surprised to find a different voice calling out to you in the morning and telling you to wake up, one that sounded more cheerful, peppy, childlike.

And sure enough, it was Ortho's face that greeted you instead of your usual furry friend Grim.

As it turns out, you woke up in Idia's body this morning. What a lovely surprise.

You mean that both sarcastically and in the regular sense.

While you were explaining what was happening to a confused and worried Ortho, Idia's phone started buzzing somewhere in the bed. This dude sleeps with his phone inside his bed? Well, you suppose you have no time for judgement when the phone call might be important.

You rummage through his bed and eventually extract his phone. It was your number calling him.

When you pick up, you hear your own panicked voice on the other end. "U-Um, is this- Are you- How do..."

"Yes, I'm the Prefect. Looks like we switched bodies overnight." you inferred that he wanted to know who exactly just picked up the phone.

"How exactly do you think that happened? I mean, that's NOT normal." your voice on the other end seemed much calmer now.

"Hm, I have no clue, but I do know that I'm going to have loads of fun..." you grinned widely, catching a glimpse of yourself on Idia's dark phone screen and flinching slightly. You're definitely not going to get used to looking like someone else for a while. Especially if your new appearance is as unique as Idia's.

"What do you mean by that? Seriously, wha-" you ended the call before your voice could finish the sentence.

"Hehehehe... I bet he's panicking so hard right now." you giggled to yourself, still feeling a little weird about the fact that it's Idia's voice coming out of your mouth instead of your own.

"Brothe- No, Prefect. Who was that?" it was adorable how worried Ortho was over his brother. Or you, you suppose.

"Oh, don't worry your pretty little head about it..." you patted Ortho's head, hand moving over his flames with interest. "Go ahead and have fun, I'll be here if you need me." you gently shooed Ortho out of Idia's room to execute your master trolling plan.

You sat behind Idia's computer, booting it up. His computer works really fast, which isn't all that surprising considering his skills. He probably built the whole PC from scratch.

Surely, Idia won't mind if you play his games for a bit. You just want to see how far he's gotten. How many items he's saved up.

Hehehe.

You opened up one of the games you've been dabbling in yourself a bit, giggling to yourself about the random anime girl backround.

"Jeez, he's basically pro at this point." you went through his obtained characters and all the stats on most characters were maxed out.

But, since he still hasn't obtained the new character AND he has loads of gems in his inventory, he surely won't mind if you do the work for him, right?

You started pulling for characters in the gacha, waiting for the little indicator that you got a rare character. The flames of your hair flickered more and more with each pull, knowing you were getting closer.

Just when you got the pull animation you were looking for, the door to his room burst open and you saw yourself, all panicked and panting. Took him long enough, jeez.

"Oh, hi, me! I was just pulling for this character on your behalf, and-" you glance at the monitor "Looks like I won the fifty/fifty, hehe~" you acted cute and innocent.

"W-W-WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! I didn't- I didn't want this character! I was saving up for the re-run, and- Agh!" Idia pushed you away from his keyboard, and he stared at the screen with pure horror in his eyes. You wonder what color his hair would be if he were in his body right now. But as it stands, his flames are flickering happily above your head at a succesful trolling attempt.

"Just buy more gems, bae. Money solves all your problems." you pat his head, kinda cringed out by the way your face can contort when it's making faces candidly. You really look like that when in despair, huh?

Idia ignored the way the casual pet name made him feel. He's supposed to be furious at you right now, not flustered.

"Noooooooo, this is the worst day of my life...." he hid his face in his hands.

"You know what, though? Look at the bright side! I get to figure out how your hair looks when it's wet. I doubt you'd do it yourself and I've been morbidly curious for a while." you patted his shoulder in an overly cheerful manner.

"Wha- Abso-freaking-lutely not. You're a weirdo of the third degree." he crossed his arms, still feeling a bit heartbroken over his videogames being tampered with.

"Is it that weird that I find your hair pretty?" you run your hand through his hair for the thousandth time this morning. It just feels so strange, yet nice under your fingers.

"Finding out if I become bald when my hair gets wet doesn't seem like something a hair admirer would do, but IDK, maybe my definition is different from yours." Idia shrugs, scowl still as big as ever.

"But really, I am an admirer. I kept looking at myself or, well, you in your phone camera this morning because your hair is just so pretty. Watching your hair fluctuate with your emotions is always a fun sight, too. Like damn, your hair is literally on fire, how cool is that?" you explain your thoughts, twirling a piece of his hair in your hand and smiling at it.

"If only I could cuddle up to you and use you like a heater. Too bad your hair's just a normal temperature." Idia's heart almost exploded at the mental image that formed in his head when you said that. And it was even worse because it was coming out of his own mouth.

"T-This is not okay... You can't do this to me...!" he mumbled, not meeting your eyes.

You don't get it, you just dealt 99999 damage to his falling-in-love-resistance shield. Just how do you manage to do that?

"Actually, now that I can look at it up close as much as I want, your face is like, really well proportioned too. Like..." you bit your lip as a joke, wanting to look overly flirty. "That's all I'm gonna say."

Okay, now you've done it. He might just pass out, right now.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

.⋆｡Your Personal Ghost｡⋆.

Brahms Heelshire x plus size reader

As a writer, you need peace and quiet but it seems the ghost in your new home has some other ideas for you

Warnings: paranoia, sort of stalking, usual Brahms shenanigans, nudity, little bit of smut, m and f masturbation, voyeurism

WC: 861

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Halloween Celebration

That feeling was back, the feeling that you were being watched, like eyes were cutting into the back of your head, observing every move you made. A shiver rolled down your spine but you shook it off in favour of continuing your work.

The house was old, very fucking old, so it was bound to have a few ghosts. That is what you bought the place, you hoped that those spirits could help inspire you, your publisher was getting very pushy for a new book.

You had hoped that the manor in the picturesque English countryside, which was being sold for a very reasonable price, would give you some ideas and motivation for a new novel. But so far, your writer’s block had turned into a full on story dam and you had developed a pervasive feeling of paranoia. The old ass furniture that creaked when you so much as looked at it didn’t help much either.

The small cursor on your laptop screen seemed to mock you as it blinked away in your empty document. You had written about 30 story ideas since you moved in a month ago but you deleted all of them, or at least you assumed you deleted them because they would disappear when you woke up in the morning. None of the stories felt right, they were all either too overdone or not creative enough for a full length book and it was quickly driving you crazy.

“God!” You groaned and leaned back into your desk chair, covering your eyes with frustration. “How the fuck does Stephen King do this?” You whined as your fingertips dug into your temples in an attempt to massage away the tension headache that was beginning to form. 

Your shoulders sagged as you sat forwards again. “I need a break.” The legs of the chair scraped against the old hardwood, echoing through the otherwise silent office. A glance at the window revealed yet another cloudy day and you wondered if it was ever sunny here. 

The eyes of the creepy portraits in the hall followed you as you walked by, like they always did but you truly didn’t have the energy to deal with them today. Your bedroom was a complete mess but you told yourself it was a functional mess as you stepped around several piles of clothes and books on your way to the bathroom. 

A huge claw-foot tub rested beneath a large window overlooking the expansive grounds of the manor, providing you with literally the best baths you had ever taken. Soon enough, hot steam began to fill the room and the sound of running water overpowered the buzz of fear that almost constantly filled your head. A couple drops of lavender essential oils and some bubble bath completed your little ritual.

Shedding off your ratty writing clothes, you stepped into the tub. Immediately the hot water relaxed your tense muscles and you breathed out a sigh of relief. You sank further into the water, letting your tired eyes flutter shut as your hands travelled down the length of your soft body, coming to rest at the seam of your thighs.

“Maybe I need to properly relax. It has been a while.” You murmured to yourself as your fingertips began to explore your sensitive inner thighs. A quiet mewl slipped through your lips, stoking the fire that was beginning to blaze in your belly. Your hips bucked into your hand, keening for your own touch.

“Fuuuck.” You whined as you finally brushed against your clit, sending a ripple of pleasure through your body. Water light lapped at the edges of the porcelain tub as your body moved, chasing your end. But even through the sound of the water and your breathless moans, you heard something else.

A loud creak and the trembling of the wall. You froze and looked around the room, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise. There was a crack in the wallpaper on the wall opposite you and you swore that something moved behind it but as you waited, holding your breath in fear, nothing happened. 

You groaned before you let out a relieved laugh. “God, this place is haunted.” Your hands did not return to your previous activities, instead you shut your eyes and let the still warm water caress your body, unaware of the very real presence behind the wall.

His cooling cum coated Brahms’s hand and pants as he struggled to catch his breath through his pale mask. His eyes remained locked on your barely concealed body as his cock began to twitch back to life, he wished that you would play with yourself again but he was still content to see you completely bare to him, just as he had dozens of times before.

He so badly wished to reveal himself to you, to have you touch him instead of only imagining it while he used your stolen clothes to wrap around his cock. You would stay here forever with him, he would guarantee it but he had to be patient. At least today he didn’t have to sneak out of the wall and delete your manuscript again.

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[demonslayedher]

Things that went through my head while watching this episode: --"it's so nice to be able to get wrapped up in this and know about I'm about to get new content" was certainly something that went through my head by the end of the episode, but I was also reminded of how it felt a little too drawn out and over saccharine, and how the extra long length of this episode did not feel it served it fully well. I've come to be more forgiving of the excess happy fluff at the end of this season, and I will defend it as follows, but I still would have preferred they reign it in a little so we don't forget about how hard-won that battle was with how chipper and energetic everyone is.

--But you know what? They deserve it. They are functioning on the rush of relief, and it took a while for them all to gather down there on the grass. Like, it's kind of sweet that the people who first got to celebrate this victory with the Kamado siblings were a trio of swordsmiths who would have felt awful if Nezuko had to die on their accord. These weren't even swordsmiths whom Tanjiro hung out with much, but their lives were just as worthy.

--It was nice to see the group celebration expanded on a bit, but I think what got me feeling like it was overdone was seeing Mitsuri be overwhelmed with gratitude specifically on Nezuko's behalf too, since she was the one not to witness the peril Nezuko was in. I feel it was enough to have have Mitsuri be relieved on everyone's behalf, and to have her be shocked that Nezuko is there in sunlight, which is cute and funny. No need to quite rehash what Tanjiro has just momentously been through. And this is coming from some who really, really loves Mitsuri & Nezuko interaction. It would have been totally in-character to have left Mitsuri blissfully unaware of how awful Nezuko's experience was unless someone point-blank tells her that Nezuko almost didn't make it. Then the extra gratitude specifically for Nezuko would feel earned.

--And my gosh, Ufotable, you sure sold Nezuko's pain. I am still so impressed.

--I also initially did not like just how playful it is to have Nezuko and Tanjiro running away from Haganezuka, because it takes me out of how much peril they were just in. But hey, if there are two characters who are totally fine, it is Nezuko (the being the point that she is way more than fine) and Haganezuka (who will always have energy for enacting sword justice).

--But hey, besides that? Sure, it's pleasant to see them be so happily relieved. This isn't even "we defeated two Upper Moons" triumph, it's just "we're alive, Nezuko is in the sun, Muichiro remembers things, we're alive, we're alive, we're alive." Like, a littttle bit more "WHOA, THOSE WERE UPPER MOONS" like after defeating Gyutaro & Daki would have been nice.

--And like........ that whole final scene... it has its very cute points, just getting to see the swordsmiths interact more since this was their season to have some well-deserved spotlight, both for the work they do and as characters. But it played that "everyone loves Kamado Tanjiro (but he never takes the credit)" note a little too loud. Some things play more nicely with subtlety, but hey, Ufotable wanted to go out with a triumphant statement. I want to be forgiving of that, but... those villagers were busy trying to hurry out of that village. : / And I really hope that Genya, Muichiro, and Mitsuri got the same treatment, but I doubt anybody went collecting confetti each time.

--So anyway, setting those grievances aside!!

--MUZAN MONOLOGUE. Like, it was good, but it always give me flashbacks to Nomura Mansai's Muzan monologue in the Noh rendition, which was chilling. Still, this anime version was great, and I love me all those extra touches they expanded his Heian life with. Muzan isn't all that complicated of a villain. He was always spiteful human who wanted to take out his frustration by destroying other people. Then he got power, but spending half of his time on the brink of death for a thousand years is like being spit in the face. Sure, you're powerful, buddy, until somebody opens a window. And I like that Muzan is uncomplicated. It's his utter disregard for others that made him a villain in the first place, and he has never and will never change.

--And that is why one of my favorite Muzan moments ever is how he doesn't even both to pick his feet up or step around the two corpses on the floor as he exits the room. Other people really are nothing but furniture to him, and that little action--or lack of action, rather-- speaks so loudly about his character.

--Imagine how different the rest of the series would have been if Hantengu's head didn't spin in Nezuko's direction?

--Nezuko's victory over the sun deserves how much it got milked, because in the context of the series, she had in fact made the greatest achievement of any character in this series. Sure, Tanjiro has just killed Upper Moon Four, but it only took the Corp a little over a hundred years to accomplish killing an Upper Moon. Nezuko, within three years of being turned into a demon, has accomplished what Muzan has failed to do for over a thousand years. What's more, this is entirely through Nezuko's own power; there was no one who could have helped her accomplish this. Tamayo could only observe with wonder.

--Truly, Nezuko has "prioritized" this over, say, reattaining her sense of self. I see Nezuko's demon development as being a bit infantile. When she was first "born," so to speak, she was not aware of herself as an individual being, only that she hungered, and that she had just undergone some terrible loss, and that Tanjiro was all she had left. After a little sleep it got easily to process that Tanjiro was someone who she understood, and even as she started to gain some sense of self, it revolved around Tanjiro and his welfare. Listening to Urokodaki and Tanjiro as she slept, and perhaps seeing memories of her family as she dreamed probably put together something more basic, but she probably did not remember anything more than her family's faces and how deeply she cares about them. I think little by little as she started gaining more of an awareness of others as individuals and appreciating that there is more in the world she enjoys than just her brother's wellbeing, she probably gained more and more of an understanding of being someone named Nezuko and having a mission to fight demons with everyone else she has come to care about, and with, a high level of ability to understand language, but because she had the muzzle this whole time, she had no need to try to use words herself, so she didn't prioritize this either.

--I bring that all up just to say that she might have (without words) been thinking, "oh, I know what this is called. This is 'morning.' People are supposed to say something, what it is? Oh, right! Gu--gOoD mOrnNinG~"

--And then it's like, "OH, I CAN COMMUNICATE!!! THIS IS FUN!!!!! NEW POWER!!!"

--So proud of you, Nezuko

--I like that Ufotable stressed her daytime eyes still looking very inhuman. It stresses how something is still very off about her existence. Nobody is used to seeing a daytime demon. (I prefer her nighttime eyes, though.)

--But also that is such Kimetsu Logic to do a thing and then explain the thing without spoiling it. Thank you for your letter, Tamayo-san.

--Now, Tanjiro, though. You know that he's making it harder and harder to uphold Corp rules about what makes a Pillar. Haha, no, Tanjiro is no Pillar! He only cut the heads off those Twelve Moon demons because he had Pillars helping him! Haha, somehow he is still the same rank as Zenitsu and Inosuke after chopping the head off Upper Moon Four! (Zenitsu and Inosuke, what the fresh hell have you two been up to in order to match rank with Tanjiro???)

--But also, it is wicked cool how Tanjiro is just turns the Mark on now like a lightswitch, and that Ufotable switches up in the animation in a way that shows he's going at full throttle. (Meanwhile, our Marked Pillar friends looked just a little more blithe than their usual blithe selves.)

--I find it totally legit that he could suddenly use Thunder Breath, since Sun Breath is the source of all of them, so the concepts would be the same anyway.

--Those last hits Tanjiro gets in on Hantengu too, very cool. I love how many tries it takes to get that hit, too! Hantengu is full of surprises and I have come to appreciate him a lot more over the course of this rewatch. If I ever, say, get a skiddish hamster, maybe I'll name it Hante or something.

--Love the sound design on the mountain setting, especially when Muichiro calls out to Tanjiro from up on the cliff. That sounded SO GOOD in the theater.

--Also, just, a huge shout out to all of Ufotable's construction of settings. Really, really, wonderful.

--And the sounds on SUCH A REALISTIC PANIC ATTACK, and movements, right now to how Tanjiro's fingers shake. Man, way to stress me out. I sort of what to speed it all up to see how quick this all went down as Tanjiro was panicking, but the only parts that were really slowed down were watching Hantengu run. It was all so painfully slow and was all happening too fast. What an awful moment.

--and I can't wait for Tanjiro to reflect back on that when talking with Himejima

--This episode was Nezuko's biggest triumph, but at least for a few moments, it was also Tanjiro's biggest loss.

[k0nfette]

How do you recommend someone look after their wrists when it comes to art?? Like are there specific exercises ??? How do you know when you should give yourself a break?? Tendonitis seems sooo painful 😭😭😭

Good rule of thumb is to stop drawing as soon as there’s pain, art shouldn’t have to be persevered through pain, it can always wait. If you do draw everyday, draw with more days in between. I work and draw so my hands are always used, so most of the week I choose not to draw. Wishing you the best!

Without equipment: I recommend these before and after drawing

(Hold 20 seconds each time)

Idk what this is called but I do it too

Here’s with the products that worked for me after going to physical therapy:

-Flexbar(red): grab both ends and bend 20x like you’re making a rainbow, and then 20x for an upside down rainbow. Hold both ends and twist opposite directions 20x, like you’re holding a motorcycle handle, but opposite directions on both hands.

-Theraputty(red): pinch with each finger one at a time (20x). If you’re absentmindedly doing something like a phone call or watching a video, play with the putty. Really, using your hands keeps the strength in place while doing nothing actually made me way weaker and ache all the time. Scar tissue can build up like cobwebs if you’re inactive, so moving breaks it up or keeps it from spreading to me at least.

-Digiflex(red): press down with each finger one at a time (20x)

-2lb weight: hold in hand and move arm straight in front of you like a fist bump, then pull back to body and up straight(x15). Also sitting and resting arm at a right angle on an arm rest while holding the weight. You can rotate your wrist off the edge of the arm rest left/right 20x, then another 20x curling your palm up and down with the weight. This one hurts at first but it gets easier as you get your strength back.

Be careful with braces because some hurt more after, and I had fingerless ones that hurt after because my fingers instinctively curled in my sleep. Don’t overdo painkillers since things like advil can be toxic to organs if overdone. For relief, get ice or a heating pad(there’s no decision which is better so it’s up to you). Ice after exercise or drawing is good.

Food is also a bigggg factor! Reduce salt and sugar as they can cause inflammation. If you have small wrists like me, the swelling muscles cause a lot of pain. I’m probably too restrictive but I don’t drink soda, caffeine(can make you jittery), coffee, or eat too many pastries. If I have something too sweet I’ll avoid any more sweets the rest of the day. Weirdly enough having tendinitis improved my eating habits 🧍‍♀️

[rawrlands]

I've been watching some bl animes after hanging out with my friend a bit ago so here's my ratings of the three I've watched over the course of three days {Spoiler Free}

Cherry Magic {I'm not typing the rest of the title out}: first one I watched!! I really liked it, the plot was stupid but it did well and the character interactions were nice, the romance was cute and the characters didn't feel overdone, overall good writing and I liked there dynamics

Love Stage: second one I watched, I heard good reviews and I thought it be up my alley since one of them was a feminine faced guy I usually like that but the characters were just... Very corny, and mean?? I mean it was expected after seeing the main character being an Otaku but if he said lalalulu one more time I was gonna have a fit. Also like not a lot of romance?? At least to me. The love interest I was expecting more from he felt more comedic relief then cool which was what I was expecting after the first two episodes. And a weird amount of sa?? Like not that it was triggering of graphic it just didn't add much to the story and I felt like the few times it happened you could replace it with something else and get the same effect

Dakaichi: just watched this one! I liked it, love interest is definitely pretty freaky though. It wasn't graphic but very sexual, which I guess was kinda the point of the story but still dear God calm down guys. Again I like the story pretty simple and the characters were written well. Althoughthe characters basically have a consensual-non-consenting thing going on but the first episode they just met which made it kinda awkward to watch but it was meant to come out of nowhere so I guess it worked. By the second episode you could see what the author was going for. Again still a weird sa scene?? Not by the love interest thankfully and nothing happened but I wish they treated it a bit more seriously besides the love interest just getting mad. Besides that I really liked it, could probably never recommend it though

Cherry Magic was my favorite but ironically there's not much I can say about it lol

[haddonfieldwhore]

sparks fly - will borgen

will borgen x fem!reader (part social media)

summary: you bring you favourite player a birthday gift at a kraken practice

warnings: this is pure delusion lol enjoy, fluff 🧸 please pretend the game on dec.20th was at home not in california

word count: 1.8k (i had to split it in 2 parts)

10:39am - you

you smiled excitedly as you snapped a picture of the ice, waiting for the kraken to come out for their practice. it was always fun getting to see the team on the ice in a slightly less stressful environment; no points on the line as they got ready for their next game. at the few practices you had been to, you normally didn’t try to draw much attention to yourself. you weren’t too confident in your artistic ability, so bringing a sign was out of the question, but you were hoping you would be able to get the attention of one specific player today.

it was a long shot and you knew that, but with it being your favourite player, will borgen’s birthday tomorrow, you were hoping to get a chance to give him a gift. it was overdone at this point, a simple beaded friendship bracelet with his number on it, but you wanted to show your appreciation for the kraken defensemen. there was a fair number of people scattered around the glass with signs as the players came out and skated around, and you felt yourself growing nervous. you were starting to regret not bringing a sign, and decided to type out a message on your phone in case any players came close enough to read it.

you held your phone up against the glass, and to your relief it wasn’t long before someone skated past and stopped to read it. matty beniers squinted at the small font, but smiled at you and raised his hand to say ‘one second’, before skating off towards the others. you watched as he tapped borgen on the shoulder, pointing in your direction as he said something you couldn’t hear from so far away.

you smiled as number 3 skated over to you, and you quickly typed out happy birthday on your phone to show him. he smiled back at you as you held up the bracelet, and he gestured for you to toss it over the glass. you surprisingly managed to get it to him in one try, will catching it in his bare hand, having removed his glove.

“thank you,” he said, his voice muffled by the glass and the noise of the other players skating around.

“you’re welcome,” you smiled, and he tapped the glass softly with his gloved hand before skating a few feet away to grab a stray puck off the ice, and motioning to you that he was going to toss it over the glass to you. you nodded, catching it carefully in your hands. he smiled at you one more time before joining okeksiak as he skated by, heading back to the rest of the guys.

heart still pounding in your chest, you went back to your seat, posting a picture you had taken earlier on your story while you waited for the guys to actually begin the practice.

distracted as you looked down at your phone, you failed to notice the pale green set of eyes that lingered on you from the ice. your eyes drifted towards him instinctively, and there was a weird feeling in your stomach; kind of like butterflies but more like tiny fireworks. is this what people mean when they say they feel a spark? you thought. okay, you needed to relax; there was no way he was even looking at you..right?

��

2:10pm - will

“earth to will,” vince snapped his fingers in front of his face, bringing borgen back to earth and out of the trance he was in.

“sorry, what did you say?” he asked. will and a few of the guys were currently out for lunch after practice, and will had in fact been zoned out the whole time.

“i said what are you thinking about? you’ve been out of it since practice ended.”

“oh, nothing- sorry,” will tried to brush it off.

“he’s thinking about the win we’re gonna get tomorrow for his birthday and how we’re gonna celebrate, right borgy?” tanev asked with a grin, and will laugh, taking a sip of his drink.

“yeah!” he laughed, raising his drink for the guys to toast to a hopeful win over the la kings the next day. as will lifted his glass, matty noticed a blue bracelet on his wrist, and smiled to himself. he looked at will and raised his eyebrows before nodding towards his wrist. borgen blushed a light shade of pink, carefully adjusting his jacket sleeve to cover the birthday present. he was grateful that matty didn’t say anything out loud; though he was sure he would hear about it later.

back at home that night, will was scrolling through instagram, checking his feed to see what his friends had posted. he liked and replied to a few early birthday wishes messages, before deciding to check his tagged photos. there were a few from friends, and some from fans who had been at the practice, until his heart skipped a beat as he saw a familiar bracelet.

along with it was a photo from the practice, and a quick look at the profile confirmed that is was you, the girl he’d met at the iceplex; the person who had been on his mind ever since. will had never experienced something like this before - he had met and been gifted things by fans in the past, but you were stuck in his mind like glue.

will felt slightly like he was invading your privacy as he scrolled through your photos, but you wouldn’t have tagged him in the post if you hadn’t wanted him to see it.. right? he smiled at a carousel of photos of you goofing around with your friends, and recognized a few locations around the city in photos.

will saw that you had recently added to your story: a photo of him from the practice, and he found himself smiling again.

he double tapped on the story, a little heart appearing in the corner, and he was considering replying to it, when matty walked into the room.

“hey, what’s got you smiling like a kid on christmas?” he asked, and will laughed.

“i can’t be happy on my birthday? that’s kinda like christmas.”

“you’re staring at your phone a lot and smiling - do you have a secret girlfriend or something?” matty asked, grabbing a drink from the fridge.

“no,” will shook his head. “i’m not that good a liar, if i had a girlfriend you would know.”

“you’re probably right,” matty agreed, but gestured with his hand to wills wrist. “nice bracelet, by the way.”

“it was a gift,” will defended, fiddling with the beads gently. they were different shades of blue and green, some shaped like stars, and of course, the one with his jersey number on it.

“mhm,” matty teased. “from a pretty girl.”

“what does that have to do with-“

“dude you’ve obviously been thinking about her all day,” will rolled his eyes at his friend, but he knew he was right. “maybe she’ll be at the game tomorrow.” he suggested, and wills heart skipped a beat at the idea of it. it was such an obvious possibility, but the thought of it hadn’t crossed his mind.

“so what if she was?” he asked with a lighthearted sigh.

“all i’m saying is, if you wanted to see her again…” matty defended.

“do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“you’re allowed to meet people, borgs. i get what you’re saying though, so maybe just… be careful - i guess?” he said, patting will on the shoulder as we got up and headed upstairs.

“thanks that’s…” will sighed, realizing he was now talking to himself. “not helpful.”

•

9:15am - you

you woke up in the morning, rubbing your eyes before you threw a sweater over your head, stepping into your slippers. you grabbed your phone and walked downstairs to your kitchen, making a coffee and a piece of toast for breakfast and sitting down at the island sleepily.

you are you toast and almost choked on your coffee as you looked at your phone.

if that wasn’t enough, he had also liked your story and post about the practice, and you had to convince yourself that your weren’t still asleep, having some kind of dream.

you checked about three times to make sure it was really his account, not convinced despite the verified badge next to his name; but it was.

trying to not go too crazy about the fact that your favourite player had followed you, and that you had actually interacted with him the day before, you set your phone down for a moment. you finished your coffee, quickly doing the dishes and leaving them in the drying rack before going upstairs to have a shower, hoping the cool water would wash away some of the butterflies you were feeling.

•

10:02am - will

will sat on the couch at home, a cup of coffee on the table now cold from sitting there untouched for so long. after getting some sleep, he had thought for a while about if it was a bad idea to reach out to you; matty’s advice not helping him at all. he had come to the conclusion that following you couldn’t hurt, and had done it last night before crashing, wondering in the morning if he had made a mistake, but also realizing that he was making a huge deal out of something rather small.

a new story from you appeared in his feed, and he clicked on it curiously.

he thought for a second - or maybe he didn’t think - and swiped up to reply to the story.

“hey man, if you have a girl and don’t want to tell me-“ will almost jumped at the sound of matty’s voice, not having heard him come downstairs.

“i don’t,” will insisted, which was true.

“no way- you’re texting her aren’t you? the girl who gave you the bracelet!” the younger man smiled, and will sighed.

“yeah, alright fine. i found her instagram,” will admitted.

“nice, dude. show me a picture of her,” he asked, and will showed him the most recent one. “she’s gorgeous dude, good job.”

“don’t say good job-“

“she’s into you!”

“we don’t know that,” will argued, not wanting to get ahead of himself. matty wasn’t having it, and grabbed wills hand, holding up the wrist with the bracelet, which will had decided to wear again today.

“dude, she’s so into you. just see what happens. is she coming to the game?” he asked, and will shook his head.

“i asked her, she said she doesn’t have a ticket.”

“if only we knew someone close to the team who could get her one- oh wait! we’re on the team, idiot,” matty laughed at his housemate. “send her a ticket. she gets to go to the game, and you get to see her; it’s a win win.”

“are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“borgs, i’m not saying marry her, but why not? it’s just a game.”

will nodded, quickly getting a ticket to the game and replying to your message, not meaning to have left you on read for so long.

❥ click here for part two

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

[euphoric-rennie]

✿ 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚎_ armin arlert x black!reader

contains: no warnings really. drunk y/n, minor emetophobia/vomiting mention wc: 1.8k

a/n: wrote this while I was fighting off a stomach bug last week :’)

"ugh, who knew deadweight would be this heavy?!" sasha said to mikasa in a whisper loud enough for you to hear, as you dragged your legs with an arm across each of their shoulders.

"dead...?" her words scary words cause you to shoot your head up in panic. "i'm not dead am I?"

"no no you're not dead hun," mikasa quickly stated with a strain in her voice as the two girls dragged your body down the hall to your apartment, letting your weight bring down their posture.

you heard mikasa's reassuring words, but you still couldn't process. why did sasha say you're dead if you're not dead?

"guys i'm scared," tears quickly spilled from your eyes in the fear of being 6 ft under, never being able to see your beautiful boyfriend armin again.

"i'm sorry y/n you're not dead, i promise," sasha reassured as her and mikasa finally made it to your door. "here you're home now okay? see?"

in all honesty, you were completely out of it. you and all the girls decided to go out since it was a friday night, and it's been so long since you guys had a night out, especially one that didn't include the boys. but that being said, you might've overdone it a bit. you had a margarita at dinner before you guys hit the club, and you completely lost track of the shots at the bar after 4. The only sober one was mikasa since she was the driver.

mikasa," sasha grunted. "knock on the door. my god—she's killing my shoulders,"

mikasa, unable to use her hands kicked her foot hard against the door a few times.

"yeah wake up the whole floor why don't you?" sasha laughed slurring her voice. mikasa rolled her eyes shifting her position to carry you, a sigh of relief rushing over both her and sasha as they seen armin finally opening the door.

"y/n?!" he exclaimed with widened bright eyes. hearing armin's familiar voice caused you to feel overwhelmed with excitement once your eyes landed on him.

"oh my god! hi baby!" you basically yelled. you couldn't help but practically throw your body to him with your arms wide. lucky for you, he caught you just before your entire body dropped to the ground. "jeez, is she okay?" he asked looking to both mikasa and sasha, full of concern.

"she's finee," sasha told him stretching out her now free shoulders.

"yeah she'll be ok," mikasa said. "she's might've blacked out though."

armin sighed in relief that your friends were able to get you home safely. he lifted you up bridal style, as he said goodbye to the girls and told them to get home safe.

"mmm, armin baby, you smell so good," you sighed into the crook of his neck, and took in the scent of his ocean-scented body wash as you twirled the stands of golden hair at the back of his neck into your fingers.

"mhmm," armin responded as he made his way into your shared bedroom and placed you gently on the bed. you watched him in a daze as he squatted down in front of you carefully undoing the straps of your heels, sending a sharp inhale through you.

"aw baby," armin said taking note of your red feet and the tiny blister on your heel as both shoes were off. "y'know I wouldn't have let you wear them if they hurt you."

"i knowwww," you smiled leaning in to whisper to him. "that's why a kept it a secret." armin's eyes softened as he gently rubbed the arch of your foot, releasing some of the pain.

"now stay here please," he smiled as he stood up, brushing your now messy braid out from in front of your face.

"arminnn your eyes are so pretty," you cooed at him placing your hands on both of his cheeks examining his sea-blue-colored eyes. You were so mushy with him when you were drunk, but you couldn't help it because armin was literally beautiful.

"y/n, stop it," he whined back as his cheeks began to flush. you hummed and leaned in to peck his lips, which made his heart flutter a bit as he pulled away from you.

"don't move," he reminded you once again, before he made his way out of the room into the kitchen, nodding as he walked off.

just when he left, you felt it. you knew you were completely out of it, but you quickly recognized this feeling building up.

"armin?" you quickly called out as you began to slowly hyperventilate, feeling your mouth water. just as he appeared in the doorway with a row of saltine crackers and a bottle of water, he quickly tossed them onto the bed and helped you get to the personal bathroom, realizing what was coming next.

next thing you know, without even realizing what was happening, your head was practically in the toilet and armin was behind you holding your hair back, being careful of your coils.

"it's okay y/n, you're okay," he cooed while rubbing your back with his free hand. you couldn't respond but just continued to get rid of some of the toxins that was in your bloodstream.

after your little episode, you remember hearing the toilet flush and somehow found yourself sitting on the bathroom counter with armin in front of you, as you somewhat struggled to brush your teeth. ever so often the toothbrush was basically falling out of your mouth and armin had to help you hold it in place through your giggles.

armin was literally one of the sweetest boys you have ever met. it was at one of your mutual friends' birthday dinner when you met him, and you almost overate but really wanted a dessert you had your eye on the entire time at the restaurant. armin sat next to you at the dinner, and you two only said a few things to each other. But you were mentioning how bad you wanted this dessert, and armin told you if you wanted it he'll split it with you and even pay for it. it was such a simple gesture but it was really cute. now, you've been dating for over a year and sometimes you two still go to that restaurant and order the same dessert.

once your mouth was brushed and your toothbrush was back in its spot, armin grabbed your makeup wipes from the drawer by your dangling legs, and began to wipe off the now semi-smudged makeup from your face.

"armin?" you asked with closed eyes.

"hm?"

"what time is it?"

"uhh, 2:13 last time i checked," he responded which was only right when he went to the kitchen, making your eyes shoot open and sending a gasp through you.

"noo armin!" you told him throwing your arms around him forgetting he was tending to your face. "go to sleep I can take care of myselfff. here, go lay down!" your words slurred as removed your arms from around him and you tried to push him away.

"no baby it's fine let me do this," he reassured as he continued. "it'll get done faster this way yeah?"

your arms fell as you pouted, watching him throw away the final makeup wipe into the trash. he stepped out of the bathroom for a quick second making sure he told you to stay put, coming back with a washcloth. you watched his every move as he took wet the cloth, and applied your face wash before bringing it to your face. armin knew your entire skin care routine, but he figured it would be easier to use a washcloth versus having you lean over into the sink.

you stared back at him as his face was only a few inches away from yours, studying his features and his furrowed brows he focused on trying to remove any remaining oil and dirt from the day. you couldn't help but to wonder how you got so lucky.

armin stopped what he was doing to take note of your now watery eyes and sad expression.

"what's wrong love?" armin asked with a obvious fear in his face, sitting down the cloth and placing his hands on your thighs. "did something happen tonight?"

"i'm sorry," you started batting your wet lashes. "i kept you up." you didn't get this drunk often, let alone basically blacked out, but when you did you always felt terrible that armin had to tend to you.

"no baby don't cry!" he told you moving his hands from your waist and putting them to your face to rub the apples of your cheeks with his thumb. "i don't mind i promise. i'm just glad your safe and here now, yeah? i don't mind one bit! can't sleep with you gone anyways."

you gave him a small smile and nodded after he placed a tiny peck on your lips. afterwards, armin rinsed your face with the cloth so he could finish your routine, and took your hand helping you down off the counter, making you tumble over. at that point, standing wasn't an option so you crawled out of the bathroom and over to the bed, trying to use any strength to climb in. armin turned his face up watching you struggle, so he thought it was easier to just lift you up into the bed.

you laid on the bed, back flat as armin made his way over to the dresser and grabbed one of his oversized t-shirts, slipping you out of your dress although armin always want you to have a good time with your friends when you go out, the thought of having other men staring at your figure and the way you move your hips when you dance made him want to pull out his hair every time it came across him.

after you had the shirt on, he grabbed your bonnet of the dresser slipping it on, carefully tucking your coils. once he was done, he helped you sit up, and proceeded try to give you the crackers and the water.

"no thank you," you told him sipping the ice-cold water with your eyes closed. "i'm not hungry."

"i know y/n," he sighed. "but it'll help you feel better in the morning."

you eventually agreed only agreeing to eat a few, which was fine with him. you then found yourself cuddled into armin, a blanket around you, legs across armin's as his back rest against the headboard, your favorite reality show on the television, lights out, and your feet in his hand as he continued to release any pain in them.

"hmm," you let out a deep sigh before speaking. "armin?"

"yeah?" he asked looking down at you.

"thank you for everything," you added looking at him with your chin propped on his chest.

"no need to thank me," he smiled. "it's all because i love you," he added placing a kiss on your forehead. 

"you're gonna have a killer hangover in the morning though."

[kulekrizpy]

after the third, the underworld series really drops the ball on the main themes of the og. the fourth wasn’t bad, and was about new characters since they couldn’t get michael back, but still relied on selene having a character directly linked to her (honestly, i thought she was a clone at first lol)

but the 5th movie twists grabs and retcons everything in such a ridiculous way. felt annoyed at the new surprise bad guy (who my brother repeatedly described as a discount lucian with michael’s face)

overall, it’s just a messy script. any tension raised was resolved within ten minutes. no pacing to be found. they talk about manipulating the council, then do it in its entirety the next scene. they show a character randomly have a birthright thrust in his face, his rejection of it, and his acceptance of it in basically one long single scene. the power struggles are ill-defined and the new villain (marius?) had a stupider connection to michael than necessary

i felt like they really missed the opportunity of selene and michael leading a new era of combined communities (i know they couldn’t get the actor back but honestly at some point you can’t make any more without one of the central characters)

the first two were about a couple who both embodied a mix of the old and new and the progress of seeing past prejudice. the third was a prequel, context putting the next generation’s victory into even starker relief

the world building was tight, the cast served cunt, and the costuming, sets, and practical effects fucked severely

and now there is almost none of the og cast, the new ones do NOT serve cunt, and they’re honestly not doing the universe justice. by now you’d think the symbolic joining of their peoples would begin to be realized, or that they would work together to not be annihilated. instead they made lycans the new shadow govt, killed michael off twice basically, and made the whole world about the past in a way that doesn’t resonate with the story’s themes as much as it uses the original cast to prop up the new one

also i don’t think selene got to smile almost at all for these last two movies lmao. like damn dude

again, the fifth movie really just stomped all over and basically copied every cool moment from the previous films with shittier costumes and less convincing actors. the cgi was fine but a huge loss in the practical effects. the editing was truly overdone. the camera was never allowed to linger

also none of the villains can live up to viktor and marcus, and the new guy meant to be the male lead just can’t make it man. the surprise connection to yet another elder felt hamfisted

selene becomes a super shifting vampire. honestly it looked pretty cool but it was so random

my final complaint: WHY ARENT THE VAMPIRES AS SWAGGY?? the costuming, poise, and fighting should be smooth and fierce. instead it was too rough. it felt like they ran out of money to make the really good shots

[whumpshaped]

Mamihlapinatapei for SPK

Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.

tw mentions of some kinky violence, past trauma, guilt, self-deprecation, but mostly fluff

It had been months since they'd met. El felt like it had been years. Maybe forever. Not knowing Am felt no less than a lifetime away from their current reality, and not seeing him multiple times a week felt like it'd be the end of the world.

They weren't supposed to feel this way at all, though. Am was just doing his job. Even their friendship was something... unprofessional, something that made El worry that they were messing things up. And now, on top of that, what were they supposed to do with love?

Not to mention, it felt like betrayal. Like they'd just moved on, way too soon, way too easily. Like anyone could ever replace Seth. Like they wanted a replacement, like Am was nothing but that, like it was fair to even compare two people like that, especially when they were so vastly different-

They bit their lip and tapped their pen against the desk. The journal page in front of them had nothing but half-finished sentences and messy doodles, crossed out hearts and new, so far unharmed ones that seemed to mock them. They weren't a teenager anymore to draw stupid hearts around their secret crush's name in a journal.

What were they even doing? Who would even want such a messed up, ruined, immature thing like them? Why were they doing this to themself - to Am? He was just doing his job.

They closed the notebook and got up from the chair when they heard the front door open and close. It was probably him, given that they'd made plans for around this time. They had thought about cancelling, about slowly pulling away until their relationship was purely professional again, and they didn't need to worry about crossing unspoken boundaries that'd result in Am cutting them off entirely. But they didn't. Because selfishly, they wanted to see him again, and they wanted to spend unprofessional, unstructured time with him.

When they got to the living room, Am turned around to greet them with a delighted smile, one that made El's heart skip a beat. "Hey! I was wondering if I was too early, but I see you're all dolled up already."

"Ah..." They looked down at their clothes self-consciously, suddenly nervous that they'd overdone it. They just wanted to look okay. Or maybe it was the make-up, maybe they shouldn't have put anything on their face. "I, uh..."

"You look gorgeous, darling," Bellamy said gently, probably sensing the insecurity.

"Yeah!" Am agreed quickly. "Sorry if that was a weird way to put it. You look amazing."

El looked back up at him, praying that they weren't blushing. If they had to guess, though, they probably were. "Thank you."

"Did you do your make-up yourself? Can I see?" He pushed himself away from the counter, walking over with apparently every intention of getting a closer look at the paint job. However when El didn't respond, he stopped in his tracks, probably about to apologise or something. Because he did that. He actually cared about whether he was moving too quickly, or making them uncomfortable.

"Sure," they said hastily, happy to see the relief on Am's face. "I'm, I'm not very good at it. It's probably better from a distance. Bellamy usually helps me with this stuff..."

Am was soon way closer than they were prepared or ready for, and it was stupid, because he had fed from them before, and he had made them lick his shoes clean, and he had drawn blood from their back with a whip- but he wasn't doing any of that now. He was gently tilting their head up towards the light source, and he looked so amazed by their absolutely amateur handiwork. They closed their eyes so he'd be able to see the colours of their eyeshadow, and because they couldn't bear the weight of being... admired, almost.

"You keep underselling yourself," he said softly. "You did such a great job. And it really suits you."

"Does it?" they asked out of habit, mostly just to say something. They opened their eyes to an expression so utterly fond that they could hardly comprehend it. Am's hand was still on their chin, and he was so close, looking at them like they were something worthy, something wanted, and they even held their breath for a long moment.

But then he let go, stepping away with an uncharacteristically... flustered smile on his face. "Yeah, sure does." The entire movement was somehow awkward, the way he quickly shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded towards the front door. "We don't wanna be late." He glanced at Bellamy for reassurance, and honestly, he wasn't alone in that. El was looking at him too, incredibly confused about what had just gone down, and why Am was suddenly acting so unlike his usual, confident and casual self.

Bellamy glanced at both of them with something El could only interpret as lighthearted disappointment, before sighing a little. "I suppose not," he said with a slight chuckle.

"Great. Then I'm gonna, y'know-" Am took a couple steps towards the door, gesturing vaguely. "Start the car and all that. Yeah."

A moment later, El found themself alone with Bellamy, and they could only blink at him in surprise. "Did I do something?" they asked with a hint of worry in their voice.

"On the contrary, dear. I'm afraid neither of you are doing anything."

~

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[aidenlyons]

Another beautiful morning in Sulani. Even though it's been a day or two since Wyatt has seen Chase, he's not worried. They've been texting. Chase is just taking care of some business. When Wyatt's phone rings, he's disappointed it's not Chase, but still an important person...

W: Papa, this is a surprise. How are you?

Zion Calderon does not often call his only son, but they haven't talked in quite some time..

Z: I'm well. More importantly, how are you? We haven't talked since you moved to Sulani.

W: I've been busy. Renovating my house, and settling in. It's so beautiful here. I'll have to send you pictures.

Wyatt is a little concerned, in truth. He can feel his magic crackling.

Z: You didn't answer the question, Wyatt.

W: I'm.. ok. I think I just need to discharge. I must have overdone it with the spell work last night.

He didn't.

Z: Be careful. You know what happens when you don't watch your charge.

W: I know, papa. I'm being careful. I'm mostly focusing on my potions.

Z: Good.

Z: I hope you've done something besides work.

W: I've gone out a few times. I came here to focus on my studies, Papa.

Z: That doesn't mean you can't make friends.

W: I have.. recently. One, at least.

Zion hums in a way that tells Wyatt he's waiting for details.

W: I'm an adult now, living on my own. I don't have to tell you everything.

Z: Excuse me?

W: Papa. I love you, I'm grateful for your guidance and protection. But you have to let me live my life.

Zion sighs, but the edge leaves his voice.

Z: You've always been wise, Wyatt. Alright.

After a minute of idle conversation, Wyatt hangs up and sighs in relief. He's not sure how his father would react if he knew his new friend was a Werewolf. Or that they were dating.

Not that his father's opinion would matter in this case. Chase is too good to pass up.

The phone call has Wyatt thinking about Chase, so he walks down to the beach to see if he's home. Turns out he is.

W: Hey, so this is where you've been staying.

Chase is watching TV even though he called for Wyatt to come in. He knows who was there.

C: Hey, moonbeam.

W: Moonbeam?

C: Yeah, after your story the other day.. seems fitting. What do you think?

W: I could get used to it.

C: Good. What brought you over today?

W: Just wanted to visit.

C: Well I certainly don't mind.

W: I talked to my father earlier and I guess it just made me lonely.

C: You're in the right place. You never said, do you get along with your dad well?

W: Ehhh.. for the most part. He means well but he's overprotective.

C: I can understand, after what you went through.

W: It was strange, but it wasn't traumatic, Chase. You don't have to worry.

C: Can't seem to help it. There's something about you... pulls me in.

W: Animal magnetism?

Wyatt jokes and Chase laughs, but it's crossed his mind.

Chase reaches over to pull Wyatt into a half hug/snuggle.

C: I don't know how I'm ever going to leave.

W: Then don't. Stay, Chase.

C: What, move in with you?

W: Why not? You can do any research you want to do, here.

C: You're insane. You barely know me.

W: I know enough.

C: I'm a werewolf, I could destroy your home.

W: I'm a Spellcaster, I can fix it.

C: Your place is small, for two people.

W: If we live together we can save more quickly to afford a bigger place. Next.

Chase sighs, he's out of excuses. He wants to stay with this beautiful young man.

C: Okay. I have things to take care of, things to pack up, property to sell.

W: You better come back. I'll track you down if I have to.

C: I will. I promise, moonbeam. I'll come back to you.

[a-christmas-carol-from-hr]

i'm very sorry that you have to have a body, one that will hurt you and be the subject of so much of your fear, it will betray you, be used against you, then it will fail on you, my dear

tw: major character death, stroke

an: uh hi i crave validation and love to talk about this thing i’m working on so uh have one of the side pieces i wrote for it C:

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2012.

The Christmas Eve rain beat against the window as Jacob Marley, one half of Marley and Scrooge Financial, looked out over the London landscape. It was a terrible night, even by London’s standards. The rain seemed to lash at the window like some sort of typhoon, as if trying to break the glass and reach inside.

No doubt it was the rain that had brought on his headache.

Marley rubbed at his eyes as he looked out at the darkened sky. He’d had it ever since he’d gotten off the flight from New York. Must have been the elevation. He’d better not be picking up a flu from some nasty brat. He had no time to be sick. Scrooge was in Beijing until the New Year, closing out an account they’d been working on for years. It was his duty to hold down the fort until she returned, and he had no time to be ill.

But still the headache continued, throbbing persistently behind his eye. Fantastic. Americans.

Marley gave one last look at the infernal weather before turning and leaving his office. He needed a coffee.

Bob Crachit was in the kitchen, furiously stirring at some container on the counter. Her dark hair, barely held back with a cheap hair clip, tumbled over her face as she worked. She brushed it away, but all too soon it fell back again. Were Scrooge here, she’d have scolded Bob. She never looked presentable enough, the clothes she’d managed to scrape together that were office appropriate far below the standards of most everyone else in the firm. But Bob was the best executive assistant in London, and both Marley and Scrooge knew that. So her ‘issues’ were overlooked.

Even the most recent one. Bob stopped stirring at what looked like her dinner to place a hand on her stomach, winded from the effort. She was winded from most things these days, being nearly too pregnant to walk, let alone work. But business was business, and she needed the money. She rolled her neck one way and then the other, trying to gain some relief from her discomfort. And then she returned to her work. Bob was like that.

It made Marley feel a certain…way when he saw her fatigue, though he dare not voice it, even to himself. 

He didn’t bother to clear his throat as he entered, and Bob jolted in surprise as soon as she caught sight of him.

“Ah! Mr. Marley!” He had to give her credit. She could put on a happy face at the drop of a hat. What had been an expression of fatigue and discomfort turned to one of happy helpfulness. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Obviously.” Marley replied. “How about a cup of coffee, Crachit?” “Oh, no thank you!” She said with a smile, her good humor not dampened by Marley’s general aura of unpleasantness. But she turned to start one anyway. “I don’t think we have any more of the Arabia you prefer, Mr. Marley. Ms. Scrooge said-.”

“Not to bother ordering any.” Marley finished with a grumble. Figures. The unpleasant smell of burnt sodium reached his senses, and he damn near recoiled, the pain in his head inflaming at the sense.

“Dear god, what is that?!”

“Oh! I’m sorry!” Bob said, moving to move her meal. “It’s my dinner, sir. Instant ramen. I suppose it *is* a bit overdone.”

“You eat that slop?” He said incredulously. Bob laughed, embarrassed.

“It’s my late lunch. Just to tide me over until dinner. ‘Fraid I’m always hungry these days. But I can just toss it if it bothers you. After all, tonight we get a proper feast.” She said with ill-hidden delight. “The hubby’s getting it all ready. A proper roast meal. I’ve been saving for ages. I don’t think the Queen’ll eat better than we will.”

Marley doubted that, much to his own surprise. Crachit was ill-paid even by assistant standards, and much of her money went to supporting a disabled husband, paying London rent, and dealing with a now-impending baby. Why the damn fool got herself in the family way when she couldn’t afford it was beyond him. It was none of his business what others chose to do, but it became so when it hurt his business. And she’d be out on Mat Leave before long, and then what would they do. The girl was competent, even if it was her only saving grace. Very inconvenient. Bad for business.

His mind ached.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to breath out. Crachit stopped her prattling. “Mr. Marley?” She asked, quietly. “Are you alright?”

Her voice was so sincere. It nearly made him mad. The damn fool was worried about him, and he never spared her a thought of worry. Something, deep in his pained mind, prodded him. He didn’t like it.

“Fine. Headache. Look, Crachit.” He reached into his walled, pulling out a glossy credit card worth more than Bob’s entire family put together. “My head is killing me, and since Ms. Scrooge in her infinite kindness has seen it fit to deny me my coffee until the New Year, go get me one. From the cafe up the street. With-.”

“Oat milk and two stevia.” Bob replied instantly.”Of course, Mr. Marley. I’ll be right back.”

Marley turned to look out the window. And he looked at the meager meal Crachit had to eat. And something twisted in him again. “Crachit!” He called out. He heard the sound of footfalls before she poked her head around the corner.

“Yes?”

“Get a sandwich while you’re there.”

“Yes, of course.” Bob replied. “What would you like on it, Mr. Marley?”

“Whatever you want, you bloody fool. It’s for you?”

Bob’s eyes widened. “Me?”

“Did I stutter, Crachit?”

“No, sir.”

“Get my coffee and yourself a sandwich, and be quick about it. I need to review the New York notes with you.”

Crachit couldn’t hide her smile of pleasure as she nodded, and that made him feel even worse. Shouldn’t have even offered in the first place. Now his mind hurt from multiple things. He found himself wishing Scrooge was here. Things seemed easier when she was around. Facing their present made it easier to ignore the past. Especially on December 24th, of all nights, where Crachit had to be there with her baby bump and-

The pain burbled behind his left eye, springing up like water. Marley stumbled, bracing himself against the counter. *Jesus Christ* it hurt. He’d ask her to get pain killers on the way back. The strongest they had.

“Crachit!” He called out, hoping she was still in listening distance.

But the word did not leave his mouth. Distantly, as if underwater, he heard his own voice. He heard the shapeless sounds that cried from his mouth. And then, then Jacob Marley felt fear.

The pain grew, bursting out into his skull. It wrenched a scream from his throat and crippled his body, like a puppet whose strings all were cut at once. His limbs flailed out as he fell to the floor, that distant voice that was and wasn’t his own screaming all the while.

He felt himself hit the ground even all through the pain and his mind was melting, struck with volt after volt of electricity, and *jesus* he could feel every cell of his mind *die* and he was dying he had to be he was going to die, right here on the floor of his counting house and he was alone, all alone, and the pain rose up into his throat and into his body, chaining him to the floor and chaining him to his fading mind and chaining him to *god no please no here not alone not with her so far from me im sorry im sorry fire flame volt make it sTOP*

He thought the word *Ellen*.

And then he thought nothing at all.

[taliesin-19]

Boy, it's been ages since I've done one of these... I'll start this by yelling at you for ever doubting or second-guessing yourself of not being capable of writing a good Luna. Fuck off, that was delightful. Now, since this is in fact an ask, if you had narrow it down 3 aspects that makes you write dialogue and particularly children's dialogue, what would they be? I know you obviously have a lot of experience, but that doesn't always translate well to paper... Love ya 😍 #nextchapterwhen

Hey random reader! This answer has been a long time coming, but I'm going through some old asks and figured I'd give this one a try.

So three things that I find Important in writing dialogue? Let's see...

1. Unique character voice. The goal should always be for the reader to be able to distinguish who is talking even without a dialogue tag. Just a few examples from my writing:

Harry usually talks more dryly, struggles to put things into words and can be unintentionally blunt because of it. He's got some 'ers' and 'erms'. He's not very verbose unless he's more emotional.

Abby talks a lot. She starts sentences and goes in a different directions. She's probably got the most dashes and ellipses in her dialogue. When she's nervous or excited, she talks more. When she's upset, she doesn't talk much at all.

Ron's dialogue is one of the most fun to write for me. He's usually poking fun at people, lightening the mood, being the voice of reason. A lot of his dialogue is sarcastic, filled with slang and swears. He's not a talker either. He'll have the one-liners that serve as comic relief most of the time. But when he's serious, he's gonna toss a few words at you that instantly shut you up and make you realize you're being an idiot.

Hermione is also fun to write. She's obviously going to have the biggest vocabulary, never swear, not have too many dashes and ellipses because she's usually very eloquent. Sometimes her anxiety will kick in though, and she may stutter and overcompensate by talking more.

As for the kids, writing children's dialogue is definitely tricky. They all need their own voices too. They can't be too cutesy or too mature. I find what helps is writing normal dialogue, but then changing grammar structure and word usage to reflect their age. They're probably all going to have a lot of run on sentences and dashes to reflect how their thoughts shift more quickly. Lily will have a few speaking errors (not overdone) like saying certain big words wrong (ex. 'vestigates instead of investigates) or having grammatical errors ("funner" instead of more fun), etc. Lily is also very repetitive sometimes to indicate when she's being whiny. Al doesn't talk much except when he's with an adult one on one, or he's fighting with his siblings. James takes over most conversations, even with his cousins and tends to be bossy and self-assured. You won't see him with as many rambling/ellipses-filled dialogues.

And now that I've rambled, the next two important factors:

2. Sentence structure variety. This applies to all writing, but dialogue should especially not be a whole page of:

"blah blah blah," he said.

"blah blah blah," she said.

You need to mix it up to get a nice rhythm of reading and to make the conversation feel organic.

A. "B," he said.

"B", she said. "B."

A.

"B".

(if that makes any sense)

Adding movement in the dialogue tags is Important as well to remind readers that these are living breathing people that aren't just spouting words at each other.

This kind of leads into the last thing (for now, there's many other things I'm sure).

3. Creating a rhythm. Idk how to properly title it or describe this. But the time it takes to read the words on the page should be relatively equal to the rhythm in which you want the characters to speak. So if you want a pause, use words outside the dialogue to create the pause. For ex:

"The sky is blue," Harry said.

"You're right."

Vs.

"The sky is blue," Harry said.

Abby looked up, squinting at sun before looking back at Harry. "You're right."

In the second example, you're forced to create a pause in the dialogue which more naturally replicates the rhythm of speaking. I find it helps to read things out loud to hear the rhythm. But just like with point #2, you want a good variety in rhythm. Cause if it's too uniform it won't sound natural.

Okay I hope that answers your question. I could go on about this stuff cause I love dialogue so much. Prose can gtfo though

[kayedium-writes]

First Ten Lines!

Alright, I've been tagged in this enough and finally have time to sit down and play along!

Thanks for the tags! @sliebman10 @axolotlsupremacyowo @alpaca-clouds and @fairy-tales-of-yesterday !

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway

I'm leaving an open tag!

Friends of the Bride & Groom

This was supposed to be Obi-Wan’s big day, and his day only. Well, his and Satine’s but that was just a minor detail at this point. He knew that - he respected that. Which is why when Obi-Wan said, “Now Anakin, please tell me you’ll behave yourself and not do anything foolish at my wedding,” he couldn’t not promise his best friend that. What kind of best man would he have been?

The Favor

Padmé rushed around her kitchen, throwing the bags of groceries onto the counter and tossing her keys into the center of the table. For the last 45 minutes, she’d been battling to get a word in edgewise while her mom described in far too great of detail her grandma’s hip replacement and recovery. Her hope of the quiet drive giving her a chance to decompress from another garbage day at work gone, just like that.

Radio

Peggy’s eyes brightened upon stepping foot in the house, throwing her bag and jacket into the recliner in favor of swaying to the music coming from the radio.

All You Need is Love

Anakin had been planning the day since Christmas, at least. The last Christmas. 

Brief Moments in Time

Peggy quietly made her way toward the open doors of the second floor ballroom. Dressed to the nines, her hair perfectly curled, lips painted her signature shade of red. She felt every bit as overdone as she thought the event itself was.

A Fragile Thing

Natasha caught Peggy’s eye in the mirror but looked away to finish brushing her hair. She fought the grimace on her own face as her shoulder popped, still tender and badly bruised from being thrown through a set of wooden doors the previous week. “You should’ve let me take care of that for you,” Peggy whispered. “We’ve talked about—” “I don’t need you to take care of me,” Natasha snapped back, quicker and fiercer than she meant. She watched Peggy’s recoil in the mirror.

Just a Dream

Steve’s voice calling for her was the only matter of importance as she rushed to grab the radio, switching places with Morita to take over communication. A wave of relief washed over her before she realized how temporary that would be.

All's Fair in Love and Politics

She was walking faster than the situation really called for, and she knew it, but that was beside the point. She needed to get away, get to her office so she could be ashamed of herself in peace. "Senator…" She kept moving, heels clicking loudly on the floor, her staffer lagging behind.

Made Just for You

“Who did you get?” Dormé said, trying to look over his shoulder for the twelfth time in the last hour.  Anakin shielded the small paper in his hand and lifted his elbow to block her again. “I’m not telling you!”

Swipe Right

Padmé Naberrie stared at her ceiling, silently counting the ceiling tiles in her dorm room as if they’d changed since the last time she’d checked. She tossed in the covers, flipping the duvet off of her and glancing at the alarm clock on the desk. Just past 2:00 am. She couldn’t sleep.

[unhinged-comics-screaming]

I don't usually watch the Marvel short series or whatever but I was hoping for some crumbs from S2E1 since it's literally "What if Nebula joined the Nova Corps".

Positive and negative notes below! Also spoilers, duh.

This is like, stupid long. Probably longer than the video itself. It kinda makes me want to come back and write a proper essay

Author disclaimers/context: I'm a Nova girly. Duh. Love comics. Have bad memory. Have not watched every MCU thing but have a lot of vibes about it.

I really enjoyed the color...ing? color grading? whatever fancy word is used for the colors of a film. A lot of nice compositions as well. I'm glad there were a lot of visually bright moments.

I generally like the style of What if but the animation/rigging itself is... not great. It's definitely a little chunky. I'm not looking for like, feature film levels but maybe a bit more than 3D animation youtubers.

Plot wise, I understand what they were going for but it doesn't really build well in short format. The ambiance was there but literally "corrupt police chief" is soooo overdone. Also like Howard the Duck and Groot were fun to see but am I supposed to know the other guy? Or like Korg?

I legitimately had to rewind the section where she gets uhhh apparently some Captain Marvel dude? out because his name is goofy and I wasn't sure if I was supposed to recognize him earlier. The end bit where he's next to the other Nova Officer is so funny because its just. Two white dudes next to each other that are nearly identical.

Euch okay not a shining example of the art style. It's okay generally I promise.

On that note, the total lack of uniqueness in the Nova Corps was boring like is this the Nova rapture (vol 4)

Like okay not totally perfect examples but at the very least I feel like it's important to emphasize that the Nova Corps are an intergalactic thing and not like, Humans+. They show some other alien races on Xandar itself but all of the Corpsmen just look like humans.

I mean, on the whole the Nova Corps aren't fleshed out which is fine since we don't have a Nova focused thingy yet but I feel like the MCU on the whole misses iconic things in favor of just omitting details that they can't handhold. Nothing about Worldmind, the Nova Force or anything. In general they just aren't setting up any MCU folks to root for them at all. Like imagine a Ko Rel cameo in the scene where Nebula is getting beat up by a bunch of unpowered by virtue of lack of explanation dudes and Ko Rel has some compassion and helps her out. Imagine knowing anything about the Nova Corps beyond "space cops".

On the hand holding, I get that some of the over explain-y-ness is a bit eg. *shield closes in on a ship with big explosions* "the shields are closing on the ships!!" but like all of the writing is just. So much. I probably could've listened to the whole thing like a radio play.

A lot of the writing felt like it was trying to be self aware eg. *wow person breaking into something talks to lock* "why are you talking to the lock it doesn't even have actual mechanisms" which is at least a fun Nebula line but it felt even more cliche. I probably could've guessed how most of the lines in the movie were going to go. Also everything with the comic relief group. I like Howard the Duck calling Nebula 'Nebby' but every bit in the casino/bar was unfunny and boring. Why is Korg here aside from the Rock, Paper, Scissors joke.

God the stupid "aren't you a big deal baddie?" bit was so long and painful. ugh. made worse by the fact I haven't seen Captain Marvel.

Anyway. After making an essay longer than the episode itself. Sandwich time. More good uh I don't like Nebula because of how far removed she is from her comic self but hey. It works and I actually quite liked her. Space cop cars were cool. They included one Hala star which satisfied my curiosity of "how are they gunna look near the nova stars".

Wow I should like, make essays proper instead of going full stream of consciousness on everyone's ass. Maybe if I did video essays I could give you a consolation prize for getting this far from one of my sponsors. I really didn't mean for this to get this long I just started having feelings

[nonovyabuisness]

I (a Nanu simp) genuinely think that Nanu is more compelling and hotter than Looker because of the reasons you cited, allow me to go on a rant here:

1. Nanu looks like an old cop that has seen some sh-t (and we love a traumatized man on this platform). While Looker looks like a more regular guy you’d see on the street.

Also, when Looker smile it remains goofy ( and is also generally during an embarrassing moment)while Nanu is more of a smirk that he only shows when he is impressed or rarely happy (it also does things to me). When Looker smiles you don’t feel anything special but when Nanu smiles YOU know it’s either because of you or it’s because whatever is happening is a really joyful occasion.

2. Looker’s comic relief is based on him being a dumbass and second hand embarrassment (I despise second-hand embarrassment and I wish medias would stop relying on it).

While Nanu’s is more on him being lazy or wanting to be left alone (which might be more mature or ‘relatable’ than Looker’s overdone trope of ‘man is so stupid that it’s endearing ‘).

3. Nanu cares about the characters around him especially the player more than Looker.

Looker cares about 2 other characters in the series that being Emma in X/Y and Anabel in Sun/Moon, other than those two he barely cares. He doesn’t hesitate to throw the player character (who is sometimes younger than Emma [who is 16 years old] ) at his problems because he and the International Police always fails.[For exemple : WE (the player) are the ones that have to find the Team Plasma sages for him. In X/Y we have to save his ass more than once because he can’t battle (RIP Croagunk).]

Worst part is that he knows that the player in Sun/Moon is a ‘Faller’ and hides what happens to ‘Fallers’ from the player [who is supposed to be 11 years old]. Nanu is the one that calls him out on this and tells the player that ‘Fallers’ are UB magnets that are used as ‘bait’ by the International Police.

Nanu not only warns us of the dangers of UB in the post game, but he tries to convince us to not challenge Team Skull so we don’t put ourselves and the Team Skull grunts in unnecessary danger. He lives in an old police station near Poe Town in order to watch over Team Skull to make sure the grunts (who are described as being kids who failed their island challenge) are alright and don’t cause too much trouble.[Acerola says this herself].

He also cares for the orphan kids in the Aether house and visits them. And since Acerola calls him ‘Uncle Nanu’ it’s clear that he has a strong bond with (at least) Acerola. He also cares about Gladion by telling him « if you want to get stronger, what are you relying on Team Skull for ? �� and even gives him a Z-ring.

Every time he challenges you (except in the Ultra game with the Fairy trial) it’s in order to make sure that you can defend yourself (first before you storm Aether Paradis and in the postgame of Sun/Moon before you hunt down Guzzlord who is part Dark type).

Anyway, sorry for the rant but I love this Silver Ninetails way too much and you just stimulated a part of my brain.

So yes, I’m extremely biased especially with the amount of Nanu content (Fanfics/Fanfics), sue me ig (plz don’t I will probably cry).

I’d also like to say that despite how much I trashtalked Looker, I don’t hate him and I think he was really well portrayed in X/Y.

Have a good day/night.

Genuine question, but I wonder if people generally find Nanu much more compelling and attractive (in either a character or romantic sense or both) than Looker?

Would you say that Nanu's more sullen attitude and serious tone resonates more with adults compared to Looker? Like one is much easier to take seriously or see in an adult lens while the other is much goofier and not as impressive as the older agent?