#and it just doesn't end. like usually I can just be like meh I'm not gonna worry abt things I can't control rn. eyes closed I don't see it

[kittlyns]

I have soooo much anxiety abt shit rn and lowkey I kinda wish I were just medicated and/or sedated at this point

[dcxdpdabbles]

John Constantine doesn't usually like to get involve with beings from the Infinite Realms. They are too chaotic to predict most of the time, makes it harder to trick them. But there is one contact Constantine has and that is Ember. Constantine knew Ember as a human, when he was in his punk rock band Mucous Membrane. They had some good memories together before both their lives went to shit. The only thing Ember asks in return for her help is that Constantine has to play a set with her. No one in the JL or JLD know about this until Constantine has to pull out his Ember card.

"I know someone who can help." John's voice rises over the chatter of multiple conversations, effectively silencing everyone. As one, the group of volunteer defenders- not heroes, John refuses to label this lot as heroic when most of them agree with the crazy shit the governments around the world get away with- turn to stare at him.

He smiles lazily, uncaring of the hundred pairs of eyes that run over his body. A few of the costume-wearing vigilantes grimace when they catch sight of who's spoken, but John recognizes that some of the lingering looks are appreciative, so he peens just a little.

He's a handsome one, he knows, but it's nice to be reminded.

"You know someone who can help?" Zatanna repeat though her words are edged with doubt. It would have been hurtful, but they were in the middle of an "off" of their on-and-off relationship, so it's no surprise. "Someone who could help stop a black hole from sucking in the earth?"

"It's not really a black hole, is it?" He counters, waving his hand at the screen, which is still flashing red and displays the word 'Emergency' across it. The three speesters —Barry, Wally, and Bart —were running around it, attempting to slow down the formation with their own vacuum, but they wouldn't be able to keep it up forever. "More of a portal made of dark matter that some loony scientist ripped open because his wife left him, isn't it?"

"No." Hal breathes heavily, looking utterly horrified from behind his mask. "That's not how dark matter works-"

"Yeah, so we need someone dead enough they can go in and stabilize it, but alive enough that they can use Batman's machine, yeah?" John cuts off the pilot. He's not in the mood to listen to a sky bus driver re-explain everything that Batman just said (though to be honest, John did tone him out). "I know a ghost who can help."

"A ghost," Bruce repeats, his voice steady. That's what he always liked about the detective. No matter what came out of John's mouth, the man always took it in stride and somehow managed to look in control and steady.

That made him so fit that John often fantasizes about breaking Bruce's careful control. He sends the man a flirty little grin, but Bruce doesn't so much as blink. "I thought ghosts weren't able to interact with the physical world."

"They're not usually able to." Zatanna scowls, looking upset. She crosses her arms, sending John a narrow eye and an accusatory glare. He thinks it's unwarranted since she was the one who asked for their relationship to end. He's allowed to flirt with Bruce, come on, it's Batman. "Not unless that ghost has a contact with a living or found some place so drenched in ectoplasm it may as well be on the other side."

"What kind of contract?" Clark questions. John wiggles his eyebrows back at the Kypotian suggestively and has to bite back a grin at the blush that rises on the man's cheeks.

What an innocent little farm boy.

"The sexy kind," John declares smugly, just to make Clark flush darker. It's hilarious when he succeeds. " I'm joking! Ha, no, it's more like a favor between two friends. Ember and I go way back. I knew her in life-"

"That's dangerous!" Zatanna snaps seemingly at her wits' end. "You shouldn't be messing with spirits you knew in life. They tend to get corrupted!"

"Meh, Ember has always been corrupted," John shrugs, not caring that his ex's eyes go wide with horror. "We grew up together. We were even the original members of our own band before her Pa got a new job in America, and he moved the whole family across the pond. She got bullied bad by the stupid rich kids over here until a fire took her life. Her soul came back home to jolly old England, not even an hour after her death. I found her drumming on her guitar in our old hideaway, glowing and flouting. It's actually how I found out I had magic. Anyway, Ember made a pact to always be my friend before she flew into the sunset- and I mean that literally, a natural portal opened up into the Realms. She sent postcards."

"She can help?" Bruce cuts in, obviously trying to get John back on track. At the magic user's nod, the man seems to settle, uncoiling his muscles. It's gratifying that someone on Batman's level trusts John's expertise so much. Say what you will, but Bruce never doubts his comrades' abilities. "Good. Call her."

John grins, pressing his hand against his mouth and blowing out a kiss. "Ladies, Gents and Gits, are you ready to rock!?"

A woman's voice screams back, "Yeah!" causing a few people to jump

"I can't hear you!"

"Yeah!"

"I'm Johnny Con-Job on mic and this fine piece of arse is Ember! Listen to those strings~!" John screams, mimicking a mic while a fast past air guitar riff rips through the air. The noise is coming from everywhere and nowhere, leaving the many volunteer defenders to twist and turn, trying to pinpoint its origin.

Ember burst into the scene, her flaming hair whipping around her whole body as her means of travel before shrinking back onto her head. She's playing fast, angry, and grinning like a devil.

Someone in the crowd lets out a loud scream of joy, "Oh my god, it's Ember McLain!"

John's lips twitch with amusement but he's too busy singing the familiar words that they once wrote together while hiding out from his shitty father and her shitty mother. Both were just a couple of troubled teens no one thought would amount to anything, so they had to believe in themselves and each other back then.

He remembers thinking he would one day marry this girl. Life wasn't fair to those troubled like them.

Once their song ends, Ember lets out a whoop, flouncing down to John's level and punching him in the arm. He grins at her, trying not to notice how she looks exactly the same as she did sixteen years ago when the fire took her and he aged on without her.

"You git! How's it going?!" She laughs, punching him again. Ember's hair is a healthy flame, reaching to the middle of her back, which suggests she has likely enchanted a few humans lately. He's glad. She needs all the stabilization she can get. Her eyes roam his face before snorting "You're old as shit now."

"I'm thirty-two," He scoffs mockingly offended

"Wow, twice my age...." His words trail off as a familiar loneness sinks into her expression, and he wants to kick himself. Right, they were the same age once upon a time. Her face clears up long enough for her to smirk, "I bet your knees hurt from watching other people jump."

John gasps for real this time, but he doesn't have a chance to rebut because Bruce steps up, explaining what was happening to the superstar.

Ember gives him her full attention, nodding along to the plan. She's going to help because she knows the request is coming from John when he summoned her.

"You know Ember McLain!?" Someone hisses into his ear. He turns to the person fully prepared to gloat that, yeah, he knows the rock/pop star that was sweeping the nation, only to gape at the sight of Diana-Wonder Woman for Pete's sake- a starstruck gaze.

For a moment, his tongue doesn't work as Diana grips his upper arm. "My sisters and I used to listen to her music on repeat back home. Do you suppose you can get me an autograph for them?"

John doesn't know how to say no to Wonder Woman, so he finds himself asking his childhood friend, who is preparing to go into a portal made of science, if she can sign five hundred or so cards for free. She squints at him but shrugs. "Only if you can beat up Phantom for me."

"I told you, I'm not going to fight a child, Em."

"Even though he deserves it?!"

[lxkeee]

END GAME

PART TWO

pairing: lucifer x fallen angel! fem! reader

fandom: hazbin hotel

genre: fluff

warnings: no warnings yet.

notes: very feral for this man and this is multishot fic and would be writing a smut for this. Reader is close to his age (probably a hundred years younger but meh)

additional notes: just because there are moments where Lucifer seems to be flustered or like mesmerized by the reader, it doesn't mean he already has a crush. It just means that he's been alone for so long that anyone who's gorgeous would make him get flustered cuz it's been awhile since he socialized with others lmfao. I am planning to make their relationship slowly bloom cuz why not?

PART ONE | PART THREE

“The name's Lucifer Morningstar, welcome to hell.” the light blond haired man said with slight smile and [y/n] can feel her jaw dropped. This is the first fallen angel? The king of hell? Very pale skin, short stature, pink cheeks, attractive. [Y/n] believes that the stories from ancient heavenly scrolls didn't do him any justice.

Lucifer just gave her a small toothy grin as he watched the awe look on her face as he leans his body against the door frame, crossing his arms as he looked at her. “You're Lucifer...?” she asked softly, looking at him with slight doubt and he nodded, “Indeed I am darling.” he replied with a grin, almost a smirk.

“You're much shorter than I thought you would be.” [y/n] says looking at him and Lucifer felt like an arrow was shot into his heart, if she stood next to him it would be guaranteed that she'll be looking down on him literally, “Though, I do believe that the heavenly scrolls did not do you any justice. You are prettier than how the scrolls describe you to be.” she says with a grin, crossing her arms on her chest as Lucifer just looked at her, blinking slowly as the red of his cheeks darkened slightly.

I swear to me, why is she so bold? He asked himself mentally.

He cleared his throat before eventually looking back at her, “Are you normally this bold to strangers?” he asked with a deadpan and [y/n] snorted a little, “Usually, I'm more.” she replied and Lucifer had to take a deep breather as he mumbled “Jesus...” underneath his breath making the woman chuckle.

[y/n] haven't paid him any mind, chuckling slightly to see the ruler of hell to be easily flustered. “I assumed you healed me? How long was I out?” she asked him, deciding to stop teasing the poor man. Lucifer managed to calm himself down, adjusting the collar to his suit, “Yes, you have crashed into my front yard but don't mind about it. You've been in a coma for almost... Three weeks.” he replied before eventually walking towards her and sat on the bed. His expression softened as his hand grazed over her shoulder blades, “They really cut off your wings...” he muttered softly and she just sighed, “Indeed they did.”

Deciding not to make her uncomfortable, he removed his hand from her shoulders, “If you don't mind me asking, what happened?” he asked and she gently lied down on to the bed, avoiding his gaze.

“Heaven was suffocating. Too many rules and I began to question them.” she replied softly and Lucifer just nodded in understanding, “I would probably have been bearable if I was allowed to punch Adam occasionally but nope.” she jokes slightly, making the light blond haired fallen angel chuckle, “Indeed.” he says softly making the woman giggle. Lucifer then gave her a raised eyebrow, “I think now's the time I catch the name of the person I took care of for almost three weeks. Hmm?” he asked with a slight hum. [Y/n] smiled before returning back to her sitting position, extending her hand for a handshake, “My name is [Y/n] [l/n], it is a pleasure to meet you.” she says and Lucifer smiled and held her hand and gave her knuckle a chaste kiss, “The pleasure is all mine.”

[y/n] just chuckles as he lets go of her hand, “As expected, you really are charming.” she says making Lucifer laugh slightly, “Thank you, now.” he says before clapping his hands together, “Since you are new here, I assume that you don't have anywhere to stay. How about you work for me? You are a fallen angel so I know you are powerful. So what do you say?” he asked, extending his hand with a slight smirk. [Y/n] looked at his hand with a raised eyebrow and with a small teasing smile.

“A deal with the devil...? What's the catch?” she asked, crossing her arms making Lucifer chuckle, “This isn't the usual deal where you sell your soul to me, that kind of deal requires a contract with your signature of consent. This is just a normal deal for you to work and be my assistant while getting a place to stay in return.” he explained, despite the smirk on his face, [y/n] cannot sense deception from the man. She sighs before eventually shaking his hand.

“You got yourself a deal, Lucifer.” she says making the king of hell smirk, “You won't regret it.”

end notes: and I worked like a doggg day and night 😭

[dandysworld-meh-imagines]

Can I have a angst to fluff when you're having a bad day and so the toons have a plan to cheer you up

Btw can I have some chocolate milk please?

Reader Having A Bad Day And The Toons Try Cheering Them Up!

Chocolate milk for everyone!! Also I'm sorry this took longer, funnily enough, my day today is very meh- but I still pushed through to write something for today! I don't know if I did this right cuz it's hard to fit everyone (I also tried to come up with things but idk if I did a good job tbh with you-) but sksks here you go, dear! Thank you for requesting! <3

-Anna

-Having bad days in Gardenview was quite rare for most of the toons. A lot of things could go wrong but not THIS many! It really made you pissed off, it can be the way a kid interacted with you quite brutally, breakfast tasting quite awful or a mess happened, maybe a staff was moody and it got to you and more! Normally you would brush off small things, you know your days can't always be good or at least decent enough but today in particular? It bothered you greatly. Honestly, almost anything else you saw or this and that annoyed you. You wouldn't be like this usually so it was quite obvious for toons to pick up on your mood, especially when they saw the whole thing with their eyes.

-You were so upset you didn't even talk much and even walked past some toons who tried greeting you, only for them to lower their arms or get very concerned about you brushing them off. This was very unlikely of you to do, you always waved back but you just went to your room to retreat for the day. You didn't care about anything and staff had to make excuses for you if a kid wanted to visit you, saying that you just weren't feeling well today. You stayed in bed, overthinking whatever had just happened to you, not even caring enough to get up or go out to eat for lunch or dinner, that was supposed to be the plan, just staying in your room all day.

-There was a knock on the door and you groaned softly when it became persistent. You dragged your legs off the bed before going and opening it, not in the mood. Sprout and Cosmo offered you some delicious food as they invited you to make sweets with them. You didn't have an appetite but smelling it instantly made your stomach growl, making those two shoot you a soft smile as they gave it to you and told you to think about it. Sprout would always make sure everyone was fed no matter what, always having that side of him and making sure everyone is taking care of themselves. If you went along with their invite, they would give you a big cookie or two as thanks for coming and for your help.

-It wasn't just them, honestly, while kinda clouded for you, the toons would do things for you or even offer you things for you to take. Maybe Yatta offering you some candy from the mountain of candy she was holding, Looey offering some funny tricks, Finn with his jokes and many more from others. Some even invited you to things to maybe help take your mind off the whole thing. Like Teagan inviting you for some tea, Astro and the others to the book club if you wanted to do something quietly, maybe Pebble offering you a throwing disk to play fetch with him or more things like that. It did help.. for the most part. You definitely do feel your anger going away.

-It doesn't need to be activities that make you work, even. Sometimes it feels nice to vent about it and have someone listening. Maybe Brightney offers you company and it isn't her only, it can be Glisten who feels bad for you, Flutter who can relate to you feeling so down, Cosmo who listens to you and more. It really did surprise them to see you like that but even they know that things sometimes can really suck a lot! They can just happen like that and leave you feeling awful and upset in the end, wondering just where it started going all wrong. They just hope they can help you in any way they can.

-Eventually the anger and everything else does slowly leave you and it really is thanks to your precious friends in Gardenview who stay by your side. You have helped them a lot during their own hard times so they want to do the same for you and besides.. everyone is friends here, right? They do things for each other! It makes sense they would do things for you, too! Thankfully they know you well enough to know what you like, dislike and all that important information so they don't make you even more upset. They even bring you things related to your interests or something that made them think of you as a small gift. They will feel more relieved once they see that you feel better.

-If you are the quiet type, you will like those that offer quiet comfort like Astro, Dazzle, Tisha, Scraps and more toons. You don't have to do much in their presence and their company feels nice. They hear you out when you vent and stay by your side, listening. You don't even have to say anything, you can read with them or even just stick close together, they don't pressure you to talk and give you space to breathe after the overwhelming events today. You can hang out with them in their room or even in quiet spots around Gardenview to forget about things for a while. It's never too overwhelming and it does make you feel more calm as time goes on, the idea that someone is there for you quietly can help.

-If you want other types of comfort, the others definitely got what you need, where it's getting hugged for a long time by Goob, Toodles inviting you to explore around the map, letting Glisten gently put make up on your face, getting excited together with Poppy and more toons, all those do offer you some type of peace you needed. Maybe walking around Gardenview could be just what you need, maybe having a friendly competition with Gigi about who can find the most stuff to put in a collection or more. Those might help keep the bad thoughts away from your mind with physical activities that also aren't too much.

-But if you really prefer to spend time alone, I'm sure the toons will understand and respect your wishes. Sometimes it's not bad to lie down and take a good break from everything for a while, just letting the soft mattress underneath you hold you up well as you lay on your pillow. While you are away resting, some toons do like to leave little notes or small gifts they think you will like. Seeing you upset makes them feel bad but they hope you like their gifts! Even if some might try to convince you to come outside or invite you to things, at the end, they still respect your boundaries and leave you to recharge after a bad day.

-No matter what, you know your friends have your side in many things. They will be here to give you a steady hand when you are struggling and help cheer you up in their own ways, depending on their personalities as well! Other toons might do more calm things and others might do activities that require some work yet aren't making you feel worse. A lot of the methods do tend to work as they also make sure to consider what you are interested in as well and your boundaries. Don't be afraid to ask for any help from them, you know you can always count on them as they can also count on you during difficult times.

Thank you for reading! <3

[yanderes-galore]

Scenario in which platonic yandere Bubba Sawyer has a younger sibling who tried to leave the family and start over, but got caught at the last moment, and Bubba is not very happy about them trying to leave.

Poor you is tired of being a cannibal and just wants a normal life... only for your "older brother" to drag you back. Dubious on if you're blood related to them or just kidnapped at a young age since I feel someone blood related may just stay... but I could be wrong! The ending is so... meh... but we all know by now I suck at endings, right?

Bear Trap

Yandere! Platonic! Bubba Sawyer Scenario

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Overprotective behavior, Kidnapping, Isolation, Violence, Blood, Cannibalism mentioned but this time not graphically described, Forced companionship.

You were getting tired of this life.

Growing up, you never felt you belonged. You were taught to kill, taught to feast... you were taught to behave. However... you never really considered the Sawyers... family.

Not entirely, anyways.

There was only one you really didn't mind. That was the youngest son, Bubba, your older brother. In a way you guessed you... pitied him, often taking most of the family's abuse. You always looked after him, though.

You always checked in... which must be why he enjoyed you.

You were often around Bubba when growing up. He wasn't like the rest of the family, but certainly wasn't innocent either. His... childish demeanor often brought young you comfort. There were times Bubba acted more like a caretaker around the house with you than your other siblings did.

You were never usually away from Bubba, the youngest of your brothers always sticking by your side. Even now, as an adult, he often searched for you. You could never have alone time without the large Sawyer grappling you in a hug.

You felt so isolated here. No matter what your brother's said, you didn't feel... right. You didn't want to eat people, it often made you sick, but it was what you were taught.

You wanted to leave. In fact, ever since you became an adult you've been planning how to leave. The difficult thing as you were never let off the homestead... despite this... you felt it was time to try your luck.

Pulling yourself from your bed and picking your best clothes, you took what you felt you needed (which wasn't much considering where you are) and left your room. The wood of the house creaked under your feet as you pattered your way down the stairs. You flinch at every sound the house makes... but you need to look natural.

You need to look like you're just taking a walk... then pretend to be a victim of your own family.

You pause when you hear rummaging in the kitchen. Such a noise wasn't new, Bubba or Drayton tended to be in the kitchen preparing meat. The sounds made you desperate to be careful, however, as you pushed gently on the outside door.

Then the noises stop and you nearly feel your heart fall to your stomach.

You realize you'll need to play it casual, standing in the open door as you watch the kitchen. As expected, Bubba looks into the hallway with a confused expression. You clear your head... it's Bubba... you can probably sweet talk him....

You see blood stains on his apron and you grimace, his size making him look intimidating. The only reason you can stand your ground is you grew up with him. Towards you... he's a sweetheart... yet still dangerous.

"Hey, Bubba..." You smile sweetly, leaning against the doorframe. "I just wanted to go out into the field for a bit...."

Bubba doesn't seem to believe you, making a noise of protest before stepping closer. You feel a bit panicked yet swallow your fear. No need to make a scene.

"Come on, Bubba...!" You plead, trying to stay light-hearted. "I'm not a little kid anymore... I can handle myself!"

The unfortunate thing with being close to Bubba is one thing... he can read you. As simple minded as Bubba is, he knows you. In fact... you don't doubt he knows about your distaste for the family.

Along with your rebellious nature... you're the most rebellious one there is in the Sawyers.

So, unfortunately, you can tell Bubba doesn't believe your lie again. You feel yourself practically sweating as Bubba comes closer to stand in front of you. You brace yourself... yet your younger brother just offers a pat on the head.

The affection takes you off guard. You don't understand what he's doing before Bubba reaches for your arm, gently tugging you closer before exiting the house. It's then it clicks.

Bubba either believes you're just taking a walk... or just wants to keep an eye on you. Either way you understand your older brother is coming with you. Such a development suddenly makes your plan so much harder.

Reluctantly you allow yourself to be led by Bubba. The large man proceeds to walk you around the homestead and fields... all while you look for a plan. Quietly you plan a distraction, something to get Bubba to look away.

As the walk progresses, you find yourself growing desperate. You try your best to talk sweetly to Bubba... and for the most part he loosens his grip. You're so close... you keep behaving, keep playing nice...

"You know..." You begin, trying to grab his attention enough. Bubba's gaze glances at you, a curious noise leaving him as he watches you carefully. "You were always my favorite...."

Bubba pauses, grip loosening. He makes a pleased and flattered grunt towards you as you flash a smile. Deceiving him makes you feel a bit bad... unfortunately...

You need to leave...

You stop your walk, keeping up the good sibling persona as you raise your arms. Bubba watches you, suddenly excited at what you're implying. A hug.

"I love you..." you smile, but once you're free...

You ditch.

Your sudden dash takes Bubba by surprise. Due to how fond he is of you it was easy to play him for a fool. You hear a distressed yelp from behind you as you make your way to the roadside.

You ignore the slight emotional pain you get for what you did. Instead you focus on your search for the road through the cornfields. Silently you hope the family truck doesn't pull in...

But you learn you have other problems when you hear more distressed sounds from Bubba behind you.

Your escape attempt quickly becomes a hunt as you try to evade Bubba. Unfortunately, Bubba is not only bigger than you... but faster. Especially without the chainsaw.

You try to keep your hope as you run towards the road. You can just barely see the path as you try to push yourself further. You're so close... so close if you can just lose him...

But your escape attempt was dead in the water the moment Bubba saw you.

Big strong arms quickly grapple you. It's familiar yet in this current moment harsh. You squeal as you're tugged back, nearly falling only to collide with a chest.

You freeze, the familiar smell of blood and possible rot making you quiver. You know who this is... and you're scared. Your heart rapidly thumps as you hear irritated yet relieved grunts and groans behind you.

"Hey, Bubba..." You solemnly greet, only for Bubba to tighten his hold and sling you over his shoulder. You've lost your chance... you don't know when you'll have another one... you just hope Bubba doesn't tell your brothers.

You're carried back like you weigh nothing as Bubba carries you. His grip is tight and bruising... like he's scared to let you go. You don't bother explaining yourself.

Bubba wouldn't understand.

You quietly resign yourself to your fate as Bubba reaches the house. It's quiet and tense between you two. You wonder if he'll hold a grudge... if he thinks you hate him.

You don't... not really... but you struggle to explain yourself as he pulls you upstairs and into your room. You hear him grunt and grumble, yet you can also tell his voice is cracking. You just expect him to lock you in your room like a troublesome child...

Yet Bubba just sits on your bed and keeps you in his lap. You don't move when he places his head on yours with soft grunts. You can't tell what he's thinking....

His grip around you is tight, like you're ensnared. You can't struggle against his much stronger hold as he squeezes you against him. You can tell your escape attempt affected him... but he wasn't going to hurt you.

Instead, he acts as a bear trap as he holds you tight...

Treating you like a trapped animal caught trying to run to freedom.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

What about Defy with an s/o who's more artistically inclined? That sounds like an interesting scenario. (Or at least just AK-15)

(GFL) AK-12, AN-94, AK-15, RPK-16, and Angelia with an artistic S/O

12 understands human art. She is able to decipher if something looks pleasing, but not exactly what makes it beautiful.

Though not because she couldn't process, it's mainly because she didn't really care or find it interesting.

Being a state of the art combat T-Doll doesn't exactly leave much room for appreciating anything else other than efficiency or lethality.

And yet, not only was 12 able to even have a significant other, but to appreciate their drawings. Mainly because they were of herself.

Peeking her eyes open at their sketchbook, smiling and handing it back to them as her closed again.

(AK-12) "You do a pretty good job drawing by hand, all things considered."

S/O chuckled, leaning back into their chair.

(S/O) "Think you could do better?"

(AK-12) "Naturally. I can draw a perfect circle, to start. But, I think I'd lack that 'human touch' that a lot of people seem to care about."

(S/O) "Psh, don't seem to be that broken up about it."

(AK-12) "Meh. Listen, if you wanna get some interesting drawings, I could always-"

(S/O) "I already know what you're going to say, and my answer is no. You aren't going to get a rise out of me that way."

12 just hummed in acknowledgement, genuinely admiring their little sketch of her.

Though she pouted slightly at the small note of "needs to look more smug" by the side of her face.

94 grasps the concept of art, to a certain extent. She understands what is human art, but she doesn't get how it is made.

Although her question of what is art was just an attempt at small talk, it ended up getting into a deeper discussion than she intended, just lying in bed with S/O as they attempted to explain it in a way she could understand.

(S/O) "Art comes...I guess both from the mind and heart, so to speak."

94 leaned onto her side, facing S/O with her face beaming with curiosity, her voice raising above her usual monotone into something warmer, and admittedly cuter.

(AN-94) "Is it human imagination that allows you to create your paintings?"

S/O ran their hand through her hair idly, nodding in response.

(S/O) "Yeah. Things like grief, happiness, all sorts of emotions help me envision something to paint. Like a landscape, or a person."

(AN-94) "But what makes a painting good to others? Is it the passion alone?"

(S/O) "Hm...Well, yes and no. It has to be pleasing to the eye as well, or maybe standout."

(AN-94) "Isn't that subjective?"

94 wants to understand, but has trouble actually doing so, surprising neither of them.

To 15, lots of human customs never made sense to her, like believing in Santa, for example.

And human art is especially lost on her, both not understanding and not particularly caring.

That is, until RPK-16 and S/O tried to get her to broaden her worldview, introducing her to many things.

And S/O was playing a piece on a piano they had found, slaving away to repair it and hear its beautiful notes once more.

15 stood near S/O as the keys of the piano rang out a lovely melody, or at least she assumed it was nice.

(AK-15) "...You're smiling."

(S/O) "Hm? Oh, yeah. it's a song I heard from my childhood. I think it's a rather beautiful song!"

(AK-15) "I'll take your word for it."

(S/O) "Do you not like music?"

(AK-15) "I have no preference. I tend to prefer the silence rather than any noise."

(S/O) "But surely there must be something you like. It's kind of hard for me to imagine that there's absolutely nothing you care about."

(AK-15) "I can't say that I've had much experience listening to music in my downtime at all, S/O."

S/O smiled, gently grabbing her hand to sit down near them.

(S/O) "Then maybe we can start with mine? You;re not annoyed by what I'm playing, right?"

(AK-15) "I am not. And I suppose we can start with that."

Scooting over to give them room to play, AK-15 simply sits in silence, watching as S/O played, the music registering in her ears but not reacting all too much.

Though, overtime she began to get used to the sound of S/O's music, able to go into resting mode with it in the background.

16 was fascinated by human art, asking just as much questions as AN-94, if not even more.

Though she was startlingly very well adept at interpreting human art, to the point it was uncanny.

Almost as if she were an actual human herself.

(RPK-16) "This painting is rather...haunting, wouldn't you say? The expression on the woman's face is full of sorrow."

(S/O) "I'm...surprised you can tell that much just by looking at it."

(RPK-16) "It's obvious to anyone who cares enough to pay attention. I'd like to hang it on our wall."

(S/O) "Hah, m-maybe not this one. It sort of creeps me out."

(RPK-16) "Why? It's just a picture. Does it remind you something out of a nightmare? Or something here in reality?"

(S/O) "More of the former. Just not the kind of thing I'd want to look at first thing in the morning."

(RPK-16) "Then what would you like to see in a painting? What is pleasant to you?"

(S/O) "...You just wanna see my reactions to a freaky painting, don't you?"

(RPK-16) "Well, yes! But I'd still like to hear your actual answer."

Angelia didn't care too much about art, considering her line of work. No time to appreciate how pretty a picture is or whatever when bullets are whizzing by your head.

But at the very least, she glanced at whatever S/O was doing.

(Angelia) "You're typing up a storm there, and something tells me it isn't a report."

(S/O) "Ah! Sorry if it's distracting, just writing something for my novel."

Angelia let out a small titter, putting her tablet down momentarily to look over at her S/O.

(Angelia) "You write fiction?"

(S/O) "Yeah! Got lots of ideas after being with you and the rest of the girls."

(Angelia) "Nothing classified, I hope?"

(S/O) "Of course not! All purely fiction in a medieval land!"

(Angelia) "Hm. I don't seem to recall you ever mentioning that you published anything."

(S/O) "Well, that's what I save up a chunk of each paycheck for. Hopefully I can find someone to publish it en masse. I would hope that I'm not fighting forever. Heck, might even be a nice cushion for us, we could even get a nice house!"

Angelia shrugged, but she had a small smile form on her lips.

(Angelia) "It'd be impressive if a book could land us something in the Green Zone...Remind me to read one of your works if I ever get the time, I guess."

(S/O) "Hah, so never?"

Angelia rolled her eyes playfully, but her expression softened ever so slightly when she turned to S/O.

(Angelia) "I can't promise it'd be anytime soon but if it's for you? I'm sure I could make time."

[jasina85]

Okay... Hunter the Reckoning 5th edition. I unfortunately have opinions not many people will be surprised about.

The game still feels like it has an identity crisis between wanting the player characters to be the everymen who said enough and started biting back against the supernatural and being very special with access to special powers. This was true in the legacy era with the Imbued and the Numina, it's still true with Edges. Now, having the characters be special - there's nothing inherently wrong with that, because special characters tend to make for natural protagonists, but it feels like the game can't decide if it wants everyman or special more and it ends up awkwardly reaching for both.

I've heard people say that just as VtM 5 took some mechanics for Chronicles' own Vampire the Requiem (which looking at both systems side-by-side is fairly obvious), so did HtR 5 do the same with Hunter the Vigil. I can't comment on it, as I've neither read through or played the Vigil, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was true. Speaking of Vampire though...

The attention to detail in places in this book is god-awful. The example presented for the Linguistics merit IS THE SAME LEBANESE VAMPIRE IN MEXICO CITY WORD-FOR-WORD. Seriously?! You couldn't even be bothered to rewrite that to fit the book it's in now? That just feels lazy.

Hunter Creeds... feel utterly pointless. The only mechanical difference between them is what you can use Desperation dice for and their fluff text all reads so similar for the most part that if you were to remove their names from text, I wouldn't be able to tell most of them apart. They feel like they only exist because the designers needed to shoehorn in some kind of character class system, because ttrpgs need to have those, right?

The Drives meanwhile are fine. Nothing much to say here, since they're primarily a narrative tool, rather than a mechanic one.

Edges! I'm very divided on these. The Asset and Aptitude Edges feel okay... until you realize that stuff like getting your hands on say... a car, a custom-made gun or explosive would fall under Allies/Contacts in other splats, but in here getting those is a special ability, implying you need that Edge to have any chance getting it. It feels very messy.

Endowment Edges on the other hand feel pretty fun! They're obviously supposed to be the choose-your-own-flavor Numina, and they feel like the best fit for representing True Faith, but you could flavor then as Hedge Sorcery or in some cases even Hypertech, as long as you accept most of these only work against the supernatural. It's not ideal, but it's probably the most fun part of this book.

Lastly, I want to talk about how HtR5 uses Chronicle Tenants. In short - it doesn't. Oh sure, it tells you to decide on them, but there's no actual mechanical consequence for breaking them. In Vampire, breaking a Chronicle Tenant usually means Stains on your Humanity, in Werewolf you have Harano... in Hunter you have nothing. Chronicle Tenants, at least to me, have always been half about setting a theme, half ideas to be challenged during play. Do you break one when doing so would be the right thing? Hunter leaves no such considerations, because when there's no consequence, does the choice even matter? Instead it treats them as closer to lines and veils for the players, which is just not what they're meant to be.

Oh, right, the orgs... meh? The returning ones like Arcanum and Saint Leopold are mostly the same as they were in legacy, only with questionable rewrites and squandered old plot threads. Also, who thought having an org who's name abbreviates to KKK was a good idea? No, they're not actually the Klan, but seriously? And yes, the choice for not letting players be a part of an org is still dumb.

I'll be honest, I'm not sure I'm going to read much more of Hunter 5. This has been a highly frustrating experience.

On one final note, I've said this before but god damn it, the actual art style of this book? The actual drawings in black and white punctuated with splashes of blaze orange? It is soooo good. I wish this was a consistent art style across the 5th edition World of Darkness with a different color for each gameline. It is simply just so striking.

[chihiro-mcdonaldz]

meh meh meh, "I won't subject you to-" Yeah? Yap about watazaki, I don't see enough of it these days. Give me some hcs, pls&ty (I'm very unoriginal and people making hcs is my lifeline)

Also, what are your pronouns? I wanna know if I can write "bbg" addressing you. /lh /hj

using this as a break from my hair 🙏 my pronouns are she/they and idrm any pet names as long as it's not like "sexy" or something cus that's kinda weird but yeah id giggle at that

and headcanons you say? heh.. must be my lucky day... as you wish!

ok so first of all I really like to think that sometimes when okazaki designs masks, after she met watari, there were a lot more themes of orange and red in them

perfect duo for cuddling. watari would 100% be super warm while sleeping, and I feel like okazaki would always be cold.

on the topic of this^ okazaki probably accidentally (accidentally my ass..) scared watari with her cold hands.

we saw this in canon but I can't elaborate on this enough 🙏 watari hiding in Okazaki's coat on cold days. I will never change my mind on this

if we're going for a normal highschool au, I feel like watari would try different hairstyles on okazaki cus she has shorter hair. some girls on the fire dancing team have shorter hair, so she would obviously wanna make sure team hairstyles stay universal, no matter the length! (or so she says...)

watari regularly reminding okazaki of certain social queues (idk how to spell it) in daily life. I don't make the rules.

okazaki has probably made a mask for watari once or twice, but instead of being like "hey I made this for you", she would just leave it on watari's bed or desk with a note

similar to this: watari would probably think gifts from okazaki are cute, but be a little distrusting towards any of it due to Okazaki's stealing habits

similar to this²: watari would try (key word: try) to help limit okazaki from stealing as often. ...doesn't work very well, considering how sneaky okazaki is

arguments between them would probably be resolved either really quickly, or be healed with time. no in between, either apologizes first.

messy bathroom counter. okazaki got this habit from watari, and it kinda just stayed. neither bothers to clean it unless it's SUPER bad, but it's usually just cluttered

I like to think about failed cooking dates that just end in getting takeout. after a certain amount of tries, they both know damn well what'll happen and try regardless because it's fun (plus, who the hell would pass on an opportunity to get take out?)

however.. if it's watari cooking alone? it's fine. sometimes okazaki just.. forgets to leave her room when working on a mask, so watari would remind her with dinner on the table.

sharing clothes is something that would happen often

over all I give them a 10/10 rating on my absolutely blind to any problems in a relationship scale!

thanks for the request guys!!! back to doing my hair... I got this, trust!

[carmenized-onions]

Chicago's Kindest | Blurb #02 - Good.

logline; sometimes you just need to hear someone else say it.

[!!!] series history; not a new chapter!! but like, it's fun, and it's better than the nothing you've been getting, eh?

portion; 2k, just over.

pairing; A platonic Rich & Chip fic, for the boys

tasting notes; a pepper of hurt? a bunch of comfort? I'd describe it as fluff, I think.

possible allergies; this blurb is AFTER the next chapter coming out whenever it comes out (Chapter 16). So. Get into that grindset man. there's a fun thing in this hinting at a fun thing to come !! so!! have fun!! You should definitely read the other chapters in the series before this!!

Not a new chapter baby I'm sorry! But I was noodling around this idea, and I think perhaps you may like it. Should blurbs go on the masterlist? Idk.

When you finally tell Richie he's a good dad, it's when both of you least expect it. Mostly because you weren't trying to tell him at all that day. 

It's January. About a week before the Taylor Swift concert. About a week into back to back to back reservations. Richie’s been burning the candle at both ends— He always gets tipped well, so it's not like it's not worth it. He's fucking Richie. He's the go to. He's good with people. ...Right?

Richie might care too much, might write himself in the schedule too much, might cover for wait staff at a moment's notice too much, might do research on guests in his off hours too much, might push himself to be present at every waking moment too much.

He wishes Carmen noticed, he's certain Carmen doesn't. 

He's taking two personal days for the concert. How dare he? He wouldn't do it under normal circumstances, but his sweets takes priority. 

Carmen, his Highness, will certainly notice time-off before anything else. Fucker.

To make up for it, Richie's working a double shift today. And he's made a ten-page pamphlet on all the reservations and details of the guests that'll be coming in while he's gone. He's good. He's Richie. He's a really good manager, a stellar host, fantastic with people. 

Is he a good dad? 

Probably not. Because he scheduled his make-up hours and didn't think to double check his custody hours. Deadbeat. God, fuck you, Carmen. 

It wasn't entirely his fault. Tif asked if he'd want the extra weekend since something about wedding planning came up. And he did, he always does. More time with Eva is good time with Eva.

And usually he's very good at plugging that into his calendar but he got the call at a very busy time on his shift and he just said yes before actually putting it in and then forgot— Who remembers anything that happens in a phone call? She should’ve sent him a summary email—it got away from him, suffice to say. Then Tif texted asking ‘Hey, when are you coming to pick her up?’ and then suddenly he's the bad guy? Deadbeat. Bad dad. Richie Bad News. Fucked accent. Fuck you, David. Fuck executive chefs all together, just write them all off. 

He called around asking any and everyone if they could take Eva off his hands for just a couple hours, but Richie hasn’t really had many connections since his one connection kicked his bucket. The rest of his connections work the same hours as him, at the same fucked establishment as him. 

Well, that’s what he thought, until he complained about this to you over the phone, first thing in the morning, before he’s set to pick up Eva. 

“I could take her.” The words are lovely and jumbled. He can hear you shovelling scrambled eggs into your mouth. “Could just make Lu cover bar, he’s been wanting to test drive alone anyways.”

Excuse Richie, but he’s always been one to look a gift horse in the mouth. It’s a habit. “Isn’t the whole point of test driving to have someone watching you?” He wishes he was eating eggs too, but again, candle’s on fire. He’s choking down a Kashi bar and attempting to be happy about it.

“Meh.” Is all you reply. Meh. “He’s a talented ass chef, he can handle making some fuckin’ cocktails without me over his shoulder.” 

Even still, he’s got to work out all the kinks. “Carmen’s gonna be pissed.” But you both know, while he’ll have a less than stellar day without you, he will have a fucking awful day without Richie. 

“He will live.” There’s a moment of silence, as you finish chewing down your last few bites of breakfast. “…Would you please give me the gift of some long overdue Eva time, Rich?”

And when you put it like that, when you put it like he’s actually the one doing you the favour… Eva is dropped off at your place an hour before he has to clock in. It’s a touch hurtful how excited she is to spend a couple hours with you instead of him. 

“It’s the return of the champ!” But he gets it, as soon as they arrive, and you’re out front on your stoop ready to throw fake punches at Eva like a boxing coach. “They said she’d never be back in the ring folks—” And picking her up. “But here she is, better than ever, ready to face any and every challenger! E-E-Eva!”

Easy for anyone to get excited at the idea of hanging out with you. He wishes he could join in for even a few minutes, but it’s not in the cards— Nor today’s packed schedule. Rich promptly and tiredly runs over everything you need to know for the day, leaning against your doorway as Eva runs around in your apartment. 

“Full of energy today, get ready to be ever so slightly annoyed because she will not stop playing the why game today.” 

“Hm.” You hum, not the least bit annoyed by the idea. “I played that a lot too, I think. It’s simply karma.”

There’s a sigh of a smile on Richie’s face. God he looks burnt out. You won’t prod, though your worried face does plenty on its own. “Can I make you a coffee or somethin’ before you head out, Rich?” 

“No, no, it’s good.” He’s quick to shake his head, straightening up off your door. “I’ll get Copenhagen to make me somethin’, test drive, y’know?”

“A’right.” All you can do is shrug. “I will feed her the normal foods at the normal times, make her take her two naps, and we will be mostly screenless, if we can help it. But I think I fuck with Bluey more than she does, so…”

“I owe you.” 

The reply is off the cuff, “No you don’t, just bring me back a dead plate or somethin’.” 

Richie smiles and nods, but there’s a hesitation to it. And whether you notice it, or he even notices it himself, he’s not sure. But as you close the door, you peek it open, noticing something. You surprise the man, when you suddenly reach out and lightly slap his neck. You scratch at scruff that isn’t there, smiling. 

He lined up his beard. Richie listens. Even when he doesn’t want to.

“Good man.”

You close the door with a smile, like you didn’t just blast open his brain. You know what to say even when Richie doesn’t know what he wants to hear. And all he wants to hear is good. Good job. Everyone sees the work you’re putting in. You’re valuable. 

“What the fuck— Richard, no surprises—” “Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, of course surprises—” “It’s gonna make a mess—” “If Chip were here, you wouldn’t have a problem—” “Well she’s not here, isn’t she? She’s at home taking care of your kid—”

“W—Woah-holy-shit—” Syd has to elbow her way between Carmen and Richie— And a pinata— To break up this fight. “Way too personal too fast, straighten it the fuck up, Chef.” 

She rubs her chest with her fist, and Carmen returns it, after a deep breath. A thousand yard stare towards no one, as he apologizes— Well, he never really says it, but when he says, “My fault. I’m hot.” He means sorry. 

“You need… A second?” Sydney gestures over his general form. “Want to take your ten?”

“Five. Smoke break. Thank you, chef.” And he’s off. Double entendre. He’s always off, when you’re off. 

Syd turns back to Richie. She replaces you as union rep, when you’re off. She doesn’t ask questions, she doesn’t refuse Richie and his pinata, she doesn’t say, ‘Good idea, Richie, Fantastic research on the couple at table sixteen, Good job finding out that they met at a chocolate museum in Brussels as teenagers on separate school trips. It was all worth it, and you’re so valuable.’

She just says, “I’m not cleaning it up.”

But no skin off his back, he shrugs. It’s not meant to be a thankless job, but it is. “Fair enough.” And he puts on his brightest smile, grabs a bottle of champagne off of your shelf, and puts on a fucking show. 

When he’s finally finished, Richie does remember to grab you a dead plate. Well, more specifically, he grabbed a dead plate and then Carmy asked if it was for you, and when he said yes, the stupid loverboy fuck made him wait as he made you— And only you, a star worthy dinner. Yuck. 

He ate your original dead plate in the meanwhile. Richie texts you all this, sending terribly unflattering photos of Carmen during the whole cooking process. You laugh, over text, and tell him you’ll leave the door unlocked for him— Despite as bad an idea as he thinks that is, he just texts back a thumbs up. 

And when he finishes the exhausting day finally, and drives over to your place, and opens your door with one hand, tupperware in the other— He grimaces, as he can overhear his wonderful daughter playing the extremely aggravating ‘Why?’ game, with you, in the kitchen.

He quietly closes the door, not wanting to cause too much of a commotion. Neither of you seem to hear him, so he’s able to listen in. 

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why can’t I use the knife?”

Richie watches from the archway, just peeking slightly. You’re cutting carrots as a late night snack for yourselves. Your back is turned to him and Eva’s sitting on the kitchen counter. She’s not really letting the bowl you’re tossing the carrot sticks in get very full— She’s dipping them in ranch and eating them pretty immediately. 

“Because you might get hurt.”

“Why?”

“Because you’ve got little hands, and this is a big knife.”

“Why?”

“Because weirdly enough, big knives always seem to be the cheapest at my grocery store— I really don’t get it.”

“Hm.” She kicks her legs in the air, thinking of her next line of questioning. “Why are you watching me tonight?”

Because Richie’s forgetful, a bad dad, a typical deadbeat divorcee with half a brain— 

“Because I love you. Duh.” Well, of course you have to say that. 

“Why?”

“Because you’re a good egg.”

“Why?”

“Because your dad— And mum— Made you into a good egg.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s a good dad.”

Oh. Thank God for Eva asking on his behalf, “Why?”

“Because he’s good.” You say it like it’s so simple, mind still focused on cutting carrots, like you’ve said something as easy as describing the weather. 

“Why?”

“Well— I dunno, that’s like asking—” You put down your knife to pick up what’s left of your current carrot. “This carrot, why is it a carrot?”

“...” Eva can’t help but laugh as she answers, “Because it’s a carrot!” 

“Exactly! It’s a carrot! It just is a carrot! You can’t ask a carrot why it’s a carrot— It’s just a carrot!” You chuckle in return, putting the carrot back down to chop it once more.

You shake your head as you answer, “You can’t ask why Richie’s— Why your dad is good. He just is. He’s good.”

If he were still alone in his car with his Kashi bar wrappers hearing this, he’d probably be crying into your tupperware.

But he’s here, so, can’t.

He takes a step into your kitchen— “Th—”

Immediately, you shriek, stepping in front of Eva as you turn around, knife in hand. No coherent words come out of you, just screaming, thinking you’re about to pay repentance for leaving your door unlocked. 

He almost drops your tupperware, holding it up in what is either defense or an offering. “Not a third time, Christ, please God?!”

At least he knows that in a time of crisis, you can go to bat for his kid. 

At least Richie knows his best actively alive friend thinks he’s a good dad; thinks he’s good.

At least Richie will think of your words instead of any execs first, in his head. 

yippee!!!

one day i'll write romance for this guy, one day. maybe.

anyways. sorry for my absence!! i cannot say it will improve my loves. don't worry, we're still finishing CK, it has just REALLY gotten tossed down the laundry list. No one reads these, but, life updates:

Got a new job! In my industry! I'll be working part-time hours there, so I had to talk to my current job about going part time--- And they let me!! Lowkey was hoping my ass would get fired so I'd have more time for you and more importantly, the next thing i'm gonna write about. Alas. We ball.

NOT a we ball moment, PARENT GOT THE BAD DISEASE!!! (fuck cancer!!!) Send sweet thoughts psychically, but not through actual message or asks or anything because i DO hate talking about it, but yknow. that's taken up obviously: most of my time lately!!

so many parties in october man. having our housewarming party next weekend. yes i know it's weird to be normal in this state but that's sort of how life is. we have to keep going?? crazy .

anyways. Hopefully once I start my new position, I can have a concrete schedule for writing. But until then! I'll probably write you short blurbs whenever inspiration hits, so send in requests man!!

Not to be stupid but requests and just talking about writing instead of the big bad evil in my life will do WONDERS for my mental stabilty!! so come yap in my inbox about CK and make me write about it.

love you!!! bed time for me now jesus chrsit.

[glaciacherry]

the weather is hot, i'm tired and I need pour out my thoughts cuz they keep rattling around in my head lol

warning: spoilers, negative opinions, ramblings that may or may not make sense

I first came across the movie through seeing a couple clips on youtube with the bird and tiger, and my initial impressions were honestly kinda iffy, tbh i've gotten a bit of a sixth sense from over the years and can usually tell if i'm gonna vibe with a piece of media or not.

But after listening to a couple of the songs and seeing some pretty cool fanart I decided to at least give a try.

The art and animation is fun and colourful, it uses a lot of very zany animesque expressions which can be fun for the most part, but there are a couple times were it can come across as bit much and weird in an off-putting way in certain scenes. The animation is that choppy style like spiderverse which is fun.

The music is nice if kinda forgettable, although I have a pretty bad memory so my standards of a song being memorable are gonna be a lot higher than most, Golden and Soda Pop are my faves.

The comedy is pretty hit or miss, some funny moments here and there, but other moments just aren't my cup of tea. Some times it can feel kinda whiplashy, jumping between serious and comedic moments.

The characters are kinda underwhelming for the most part, the main girls at least have recognisable personalities.

Zoey who is probably my fave of the main trio, Huntrix, is the bubbly silly one, who we're told is a people pleaser? but never really shown that, she does some mediating between Mira and Rumi, when the Huntrix see the Saja Boys performing she is the one to suggest they seem nice which seems to suggest she's the most open-minded but that goes nowhere.

Mira is bad girl type of character, quick tempered and the most battle hungry, one notable scene is when Rumi says that don't have time for Mira's insecurities which feels like it comes out nowhere? self-projection maybe? Idk I thought that moment was weird.

Rumi is a workaholic? I guess? and is stressed.

We also know that Rumi is part demon, like from birth I'm assuming or maybe Rumi's mother made some sort of deal? did her mother fall in love with a demon? how did her mother die?

If we look at the end the movie is giving this sort of accept your flaws and don't hide who you are message, like Inside Out type of message were your negative emotions like anger and sadness are important too and having a healthy balance of emotions is important, only Inside Out actually handled that message well where KPDH just feels like a thrown together mess with serious lack of build up.

Jinu is kinda interesting, starts of with manipulation but over time starts to develop some actual feelings, he's definitely wracked with guilt and trauma and with Gwi-Ma breathing down his neck he is convinced himself he's nothing but an evil demon and that's it, no hope of redeeming himself, but there is hope and does prove himself by the end by sacrificing himself, which tbh the whole redemption via life sacrifice is not a trope I honestly vibe with that much, like it depends, I think this instance is more or less fine I guess idk not entirely sure how I feel about it.

Also like I've seen some people making the arguments that he's pure evil and doesn't deserve a redemption which just no, redemption isn't about whether about someone deserves it, it's about owning up to wrong doings and becoming a better person.

like some stories/characters are perfect with pure evil characters while work better with redemptions or morally complexity, it just depends on what the writers want out of the story.

the whole this character did this or that so they don't deserve redemption is just whole load of hogwash to me.

Also tbh Rumi and Jinu relationship felt underwhelming and just kinda meh.

Aside from Jinu, none of the other Saja Boys feel like actual characters and more so feel like props, tbh I feel like if they had been cut from the movie nothing would be much different, they have nice designs but that's it, feels like they solely exist for the purpose of a cheap joke and eye candy.

Bobby, the Huntrix's manager is there I guess? honestly I think I would have been better if Celine was their manager, that way there could have been more build up and scenes between the girls. What if Celine was the sort of toxic manager and this could have added more weight to Rumi's rant when she was having her demonic crash out.

Bobby could have popped up through the movie a couple times helping the girls and at the end of the movie be their new manger, I feel that would have been a nicer idea, oh well hey-ho, maybe it's an idea I could use for a fic.

Also it felt like they were hinting at a plotline of Bobby feeling neglected and ignored by the girls throughout the movie which again goes nowhere, just kinda weird.

Maybe the fault lies in time constraint? cuz a lot of moments especially towards the end of the movie just sorta happen without flow or a proper reason that gets shown, like Rumi going from super angry at Celine and going all demony to immediately going back and fighting against the demons and she and Mira and Zoey saving the day without any real issue or struggle it just sorta happens, with Jinu sacrificing himself and getting into a sword because why not and sealing all the other demons away which just feels weird cuz like the movies brings up the idea that hey maybe not all demons are bad, then when the only one that gets redeemed by killing themselves is dead they just put barrier back and that's it.

Also what's the deal with the bird and tiger? are they demons? do they have sapience? we see them at the end of the movie, like what's there deal?

honestly there is just too many unanswered questions.

messy, weird, rewatching it I like it a bit more than my first viewing, but I still have several issues.

TLDR: It's an ok movie, maybe two or three out five stars depending if the type of comedy used is your thing, the art and animation is nice, the music is decent though mostly forgettable, the story writing feels rushed and messy in places, a lot of the characters feel underdeveloped and underutilised.

If you wanna watch something with a similar type of plot I'd either recommend something like Sailor Moon or some of the Precure seasons cuz they do the whole big bad using underlings to steal power and attempt takeover, and of the seasons I have seen there is a nice mix evil and morally complex villains with really nice writing.

Or MLP: Equestria Girls - Rainbow Rocks, for the whole battle of the band thing and also having energy stealing takeover plot.

I've been writing this when I probably should be alseep so if any of this doesn't make sense... whoops I guess?

[physics-of-one-piece]

Everyone I see on here or Ao3 always has A LOT of words per chapter. Heck, the one you're working on has 10k+ from what you've said in that one post. How do you get all that out into one chapter? The best I can do is like, 2-3k a chapter and that feels so "meh" compared to everyone else.

First, what I want to say is that word count does not equal quality. You can say so much within 1k words just as you can say nothing in 10k words.

Heck, my most popular fic of Doffy is Risk and Reward, the fic with 4k words of Celestial Doflamingo x Reader and only like 2k of that is smut.

Nothing is "meh". All writing is great! Don't you dare talk about your writing like that! 😠

For example, I wrote just yesterday only 600 words but they are all full of feelings of a character and is that "meh"? NO! Those words are important! Whether it be plot, emotions, descriptions of something, if it is short does not make it "meh"

NO WRITING IS "MEH". Don't base the worth of your writing on the amount of words you write. It will kill your motivation bcs you'll be self-pressuring yourself to reach a "certain word count"

There is no "word count goal"

I hate that thing. Hell, I hate that it takes ME so many words to get what I want to express across in my writing!

Now, for the og question, how do we get all that out in one chapter? It takes us like a month for that. And it takes planning, too. And don't forget... ✨Motivation✨

I can't barf 10k words in one single day (okay, fine I barfed M&P Chapter 1 and wrote it in a day like I was possessed BUT that is an EXCEPTION of hyperactivity and being obsessed with Doffy 🤣)

But usually, that doesn't happen. We take breaks. We procrastinate. We got IRL duties. 10k words come from probably WEEKS or MONTHS of writing.

Editing is a big thing of how to like fit the 10k words in one chapter. I honestly HATE when I cross 10k words. When I get past that point I just HATE myself. Because editing also means PROOFREADING. And there is so many times I can re-read a scene before I never want to re-read it again in my life 🤣

10k words is like 20 pages in a Word Document, I think? That is an absolute NIGHTMARE to proofread to me.

@ohnomyhooves can say a bit more about word count cus... Hooves got the Write-Write Devil Fruit I swear to god. Also @oddmawd can also hop in and give some account on this bcs they also write quite the word count for Doffy fics (not that I'm complaining)

I myself hate reaching 10k mostly because of Editing Nightmare™ that it becomes for me.

And like... There is if you want to post it on Tumblr... From my experience, Tumblr can't take more than 12k words.

Yeah, I... I know bcs I tried. Remember, M&P Chapter 4 was originally Chapter 4+ Chapter 5 combined. I end my chapters when I feel they should end.

Write however you want and never depend on word count to tell you how good your writing or story is. That's bullshit. Writing is about having fun!

Sending love and I hope this helped a little ❤️

[joannerowling]

Okay but what about the fact that Lechsinka is literally not a real name and the word detective is detektyw in Polish? And the cleaner stereotype?

On it not being a real name: i'm not Polish, so i wouldn't know. I've heard this criticism before but i'm weary of it as usually for these things it's enough that a single person would be like "THAT NAME DOESN'T EXIST" to convince the whole of internet who is eager to dump on Rowling (when the truth is often more nuanced). You'd have to ask JKR where she picked the name from. If you're irked as a Pole i suppose that's fair, but is it the end of the world? Meh.

As for the character being a stereotype: strong disagree. What you call "stereotypes" is actually social determinism. The Strike novels are meant to be realistic and immersive depictions of modern UK society (so were the HP books for that matter, just in a fantasy setting). The fact is, Polish people in the UK are often immigrants and often do working class jobs.

(one criticism for Lechsinka i read was, "does JKR know how many female scientists there are in Poland???" which is bloody stupid, because the novels aren't set in Poland.)

The thing is, you can't accurately write novels dealing with the social make-up of your country if you're going to only write people who've escaped social determinism, because that'd be a denial that social determinism exists. Denying that social determinism exists is what right wingers do - they like to pretend that one can just "pull oneself up by one's bootstraps", become a self-made man by working hard in school and meritocracy is a flawless system. It's leftists and especially marxists who know that this is bullshit.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Lily sighed profoundly and drank her chocolate shake as if it was liquor. She was sitting by the bar inside a pub anyways. It was Hogsmeade weekend. And Lily needed something sweet.

Lily knew Madam Rosemerta sometimes did exceptions and sold beer to minors. But Lily reckoned she wouldn't have luck. She was bad at convincing people. Worse adults.

Plus, she wouldn't break the rules.

"Ye, Okay. Luv?"

Lily realized she was pouting when the bar owner imitated her gesture.

"Look at thet face!"

Lily swallowed her shake.

"Nothing Rosmie, really" Lily answered "I was just thinking"

"Aye, the many times people had told meh their problems... Yeh would believe I'm good listener"

Lily blushed. She didn't have a problem precisely. Maybe she was panicking a bit. But it was all in her mind.

"Have you ever had a weird dream?" Lily asked "It is just so weird. So weird, because you wouldn't do that thing that you were doing in that dream ever! But you were still doing it in the dream and in the dream you seem to like it. Only in the dream. Never in real life"

Rosmie seemed confused.

"Yeh mean like a nightmare?"

Lily nodded enthusiastically. That was the only way to describe it. A nightmare.

"Well, God knows I've had many weird dreams and nightmares, Is bloode normal, eh?" the woman said "Doesn't mean they're real"

"Yeah you are right" Lily said relaxing a little. It had been just a dream.

Rosmie leaned closer.

"Althoughe, dreams are a window to our subconscious" she continued "Show us our deepest fears and deepest desires, aye"

Lily's eyes widened slowly.

"I know what'm sayin' luv" Rosmie nodded "I followed a course online. It was prette good"

Lily blinked.

"What did yeh dream about?"

Lily drank more milkshake as she remembered the dream. She usually forgot about them when she woke. But this was vivid in her mind. Playing over and over again.

He was grabbing her by the waist in such a perfect manner, she had her hand on his shoulder and they waltzed and waltzed in synchrony only looking into each other's eyes.

His eyes were big and beautiful as they changed color. His eyelashes... God, so perfect. And that black hair that Lily wished she could touch. Looked like cotton on top of his head.

The song ended and it was time to reveal their faces. Lily took out her mask first.

"God, you're beautiful" said a sexy hoarse male voice. It sounded familiar somehow.

Lily smiled.

It was his turn to take the mask off. He did it so slowly that Lily was trembling in anticipation. And then a gasp when she saw his face.

"What's up, Evans?" he grinned.

"Potter??"

"Just admit that you want to kiss me so badly"

Before Lily could protest, James grabbed her waist and pulled her into a kiss. She was struggling at first but oh how much she was enjoying this, butterflies in her tummy and she felt sparks and magic around so she gave into the kiss. Opened her mouth for him. And it was perfect...

Lily gulped down her shake and ignored her brain freeze.

Rosmie was looking at her as if she was crazy.

"What if you dream about someone you really hate... Like really hate! And in the dream you are being.... Friendly..." she blushed "with him... Them... Them... We don't know the gender... I'm hypotecally speaking..."

Rosmie opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by someone else approaching.

"Hey, Rosmie"

Lily panicked realizing who it was. Standing right there next to her. So close...

"Hey, Evans"

Lily wished she would be swallowed by earth.

"Hey" she answered quickly and looked away.

Do not look at him. She told herself.

"Can I get a portion of chips?" James asked innocently.

Rosmie was not paying attention. She was looking between the two of them with a knowing smile.

"I understand now" she spoke to Lily, her eyes flickering at James.

Oh bollocks.

Lily shook her head discreetly.

"Yeah," James was oblivious "Chips?"

Rosmie winked at Lily then smiled at James.

"I'll tell the cook right away and I'll take yer order ter yer table, luv"

"Maybe some beers while we are at it?"

"Nice try, luv"

Rosmie walked away.

"Make it a large one" James said after her "My mates eat like pigs"

Lily was silently begging her not to leave them alone but Rosmie was already crossing the kitchen door.

There was silence after that. Lily stared at a gum stuck to the counter and only that. Although she knew Potter was running his fingers through his hair which made Lily blush more. She had done that in the dream. While she kissed him.

"Sweet tooth, eh?" Potter asked.

"Ha?" Lily jumped "What about my tooth, why are you referring to anything that has to do with my mouth?

James was amused "It's an expression. I was referring to the shake you just had" he pointed to the empty glass.

Lily felt like an idiot.

"Want another one?"

James was already getting out his wallet, so Lily stopped him.

"Don't you dare!" Lily snapped "I'm okay with one. Too much sugar for today"

James shrugged and pocketed his wallet.

"Are you alright?"

"Peachy"

James was looking at her without discretion.

"Come with me then"

"Excuse me?" Lily felt her face on fire "You think you can make me follow you somewhere so that we can be alone and you can woo me, eh Potter? Well, I'm not giving up... You might have girls with no brains drooling for you but not me. Not me" she crossed her arms at the end.

James blinked.

"I'm definitely not kissing you"

James laughed.

"Relax Evans, I only meant to come to the table with my friends" he said "I was inviting you over... What do you think I am, a perv?"

Oh God... Could Lily humiliate herself more?

"I'm with Mary and Marlene. They went to the loo and are taking ages..."

"They are out of the loo by now" James said "They are sitting with us. See?"

He pointed to a table by the window and in fact Mary and Marlene were laughing with the boys.

"Right"

"Plus, I thought that we were friends now, weren't we?" James added "Or have I done something wrong?"

It was true. They had had a couple of decent conversations with each other and Lily was seeing a different side in him. He wasn’t that bad. He wasn’t pressuring her into anything anymore. In fact the other day he had given her advice about Luke. He didn't ask her out just because. He didn't care about her like that anymore. Just the other day Lily saw him kissing Rebecca.

She had felt like an idiot because Luke had tried to kiss her and she couldn't. She ran away. But when she saw James kissing Rebecca she wanted it badly. Not to snog James, no. To snog someone like that.

Maybe that was why her brain was confused.

Lily was being silly. It had only been a dream. She had read somewhere that the brain picked parts of what you saw and lived during the day and mixed it up in a dream. Like a shake.

"Nothing" Lily said now more relaxed "You did nothing. It's just... I'm still getting used to being your friend"

James smiled at her.

"You know I tend to attack you as soon as you open your mouth" she added. "It's a habit but I promise I will change that"

James rubbed his hair once more.

"Well, I'm trying to stop the habit of being a dick" James said which made Lily laugh "Only tell me to fuck off if I am really being a dick to you. Promise me, okay?"

Lily nodded.

"Alright" James tusked "Care to follow me to the table were thy friends are waiting for you, Miss?"

Lily smiled as she grabbed her purse "That was actually better than: 'Come with me', so..."

Lily and James started walking.

"Alright madam, promise to be more formal the next time"

"Okay"

They both smiled at each other and it wasn't awkward anymore.

[justpostingsh1t]

wondering if maybe we should abolish therapy. that is an incredibly hot take and one i'm not even sure i agree with myself. still i've had a few therapists and they've ranged from pretty good to just kinda meh? my experience is better than what a lot of people have and yet i've still come out of it feeling very disillusioned with the entire system.

like the whole premise of therapy is that you see this person once a week, maybe twice, or even less than that, and they're supposed to fix your mental problems. maybe you can call them or text them too, but it kind of primes you to be like alright the only time i'm gonna do any mental health stuff is on this one day of the week, along with whatever things they assign you throughout the week. if you're struggling some other time though you're just on your own, sure you can confide in your friends and loved ones but they aren't professionals and have their own shit going on. meanwhile there's a big cultural norm atm of demonizing "traumadumping" and getting help from your more casual friends, and "go to therapy" is used like an insult towards anyone too outside the norm. the adultsurvivors subreddit has literally one piece of advice: go to therapy. it's at least like half of the comments on there. sometimes they say go to the police or leave your family but everyone on there knows how those things aren't usually an option so therapy is all there is. it was pissing me off so bad that i had to just stop going on that sub altogether. therapy is just pushed on us so much despite how often it doesn't work.

therapy isn't even really supposed to make you into the best version of yourself, it's meant to fix you up and make you presentable. it's meant to help you conform and be normal and stop making a fuss. stuff like couples therapy and family therapy is pretty explicitly for this purpose. i'd be interested to see if there are any cases of a couples therapist telling their clients to break up, or a family therapist helping a child get away from their abusive parents. i've never heard of this happening and frankly why on earth would they? particularly in the case of family therapy it would be stupid to try to break up the family that is paying them.

that's the other big problem. it's fucking expensive! despite how therapy is pushed as the end all be all of mental health it is out of the reach of the people with the worst mental health issues, i.e. people who can't work, live in poverty, or have no family to financially support them. even if you do have insurance and everything it's a huge chunk of your funds, and the fact that you're paying for it encourages a sunk cost situation when you have a bad therapist where you're like well i can't stop because i've already thrown so much money at this and if i do i'll have to admit it was a poor financial decision. it's explicitly a transactional relationship where you can't form any kind of real bond with them because you're paying them. you're just their customer. not that like you should be friends with your therapist, and certainly not romantic partners. i just mean in a literal sense it's not in their best interest to actually care about your well-being. all they need is for you to keep coming back. certainly if your problems are because of outside circumstances there is nothing they can do about it. all they can do is try to help you cope with it. you shouldn't be friends with a therapist but i don't think it's unreasonable to expect them to give a shit, and i feel like they should have the ability to actually help you escape a shitty situation. if it wasn't just a transactional relationship in which you are the customer maybe they could do that, idk.

perhaps that is expecting too much out of a therapist, and are things that should be the domain of other healthcare providers like psychiatrists and stuff. but to me that's another part of the problem. you're telling me i need not just a therapist but also a psych and a doctor and an endocrinologist and etc and they all cost a shit ton of money? who tf has the time or money for all that. certainly not most people with severe mental illnesses who are also trying to make it in school or their jobs and are often stuck in abusive situations.

it certainly seems like it's impossible for it to be a good system under capitalism, and absolutely not in countries with private healthcare systems. but even if it was free i'm just not big on the focus on individual healing over healing as a community. certainly for trauma survivors it feels like the expectation is that you just move on and work on yourself rather than trying to fix the systems that led to said trauma, and very often this means being pushed to forgive your abusers. perhaps i'd just benefit more from a support group than a therapist. i'm an anarchist though and that part of me is looking at therapy and seeing the inherent hierarchy between therapist and patient and going well are we not meant to do away with all hierarchies? wouldn't it be better to have a system in which we all help each other, and those with the expertise in mental health care can use their specific techniques and stuff but also don't have any kind of special title or privileges, and it could be a collective effort between lots of people instead of just one-on-one care. i mean that's already kinda how hospitals work so why not for mental health too? idk the specifics about what this would look like, i'm just throwing shit at the wall rn, but i definitely think therapy isn't working and it needs either some huge changes or to just be replaced with something else entirely. until we address these problems scams like betterhelp are gonna keep showing up, and even after capitalism it's gonna keep having issues.

all these problems are especially bad if you have an uncommon mental problem or illness. you have to find someone who specializes in it and they tend to be full all the time, and online ads for therapists will put every single mental problem under the sun as their "speciality" and you have no idea if they're actually good at it or not. i have DID which is one you need an expert for, and those are super rare. my last therapist is the one who diagnosed me with it, but it was not her specialty at all. i worry a lot that i've given myself false trauma memories and stuff because i did EMDR with her before i learned i have DID, which i've heard can cause issues. she met all the alters and was like yep that's DID but also pretty much admitted to me she knew nothing about it and was just going off of her knowledge of internal family systems which is very much Not what we have going on. she treated all the alters like parts of my personality even though they prefer to be seen as separate people, and was constantly getting them mixed up and forgetting names and pronouns and stuff. it's frustrating because she wasn't that bad of a therapist and was genuinely pretty good at EMDR and trauma stuff, but because my symptoms are too weird and unusual it just couldn't work. now i have to find a specialist which is a fucking hassle, though at the moment i am unemployed as hell and that's not an option, and even after i get a job it might be out of reach, especially if i can't find one with insurance.

her and every other therapist i've had have consistently taken an assimilationist approach with me, particularly when it comes to family stuff. i was really deep in denial about how bad my family is for most of my life (it's one of Those families where like half of them should be in jail), and i would try to express this and get shut down. if i expressed that i was peeved by something my parents did it was always like well they're just worried about you. i opened up about everything to my last therapist and even still she kept suggesting i should talk to my mom (who has been very abusive my whole life). to other ones i'd say that i don't get along with her. i was afraid of saying outright that i didn't feel safe around her and was looking for them help me be able to express that, but not once did i ever feel like i could. it's not necessarily their fault that i'm so bad at saying things directly but i still think it's sus that not once did any of them just like, idk, notice the look on my face and how i was feeling. it was always just oh she's just trying to protect you and you should just work on setting boundaries, which of course would just make me drop the subject since i knew trying to set boundaries with her was pointless. but when i look at it marxistly i'm like why would they? she was the one giving me my health insurance lol, if they had pushed back on her at all i wouldn't have been able to pay for it! didn't help that she always wanted to be there with me for at least one session. when i look back on it it's like damn if we had a better system for mental health care maybe they wouldn't have been just defending her by default.

my favorite therapist i've ever had was actually a grad student. it was a part of this program from her college where you could get very cheap therapy, like $10 a session, without even needing insurance, just with the disclaimer that they are grad students who might not know what they're doing and are using it as practice. she was genuinely really good at helping me deal with intrusive thoughts, and because she was closer to my age i felt more connected to her. i also liked that she was still learning bc it felt like i was helping her too and it was a two-way street. so maybe therapy companies could be replaced with like mental health collectives where you can go and just talk to someone for a bit. maybe they're still learning the ins and outs of it and you can help them practice, or find someone more experienced to form a long term therapeutic relationship with. even still you wouldn't be bound to them and also see other people there, or maybe just hang out with other patients and vent and stuff. that university's system is one small example of how things could be different, even though it was still very much traditional therapy, and not without problems since every other time i've tried to get a therapist from there it's been completely backed up.

anyway yeah, therapy bad. therapists, especially when it comes to trauma, are tackling the symptoms of the ways the family and capitalism hurt people but are deeply entwined in that system and will never actually challenge it, which means they will be little help most of the time. the only time it works is if you have lots of money and a safe environment which most people don't have. even if capitalism was gone and it was free it would still encourage people to bottle up their mental problems and only talk about them once a week. i don't think it's a very good system but maybe it could be fixed. on the other hand abolishing things is fun. *shrugs*

[mixelation]

what do you prefer? a good story with an awful ending that completely ruins any further enjoyment, or a bad story that has a handful of glowing moments that could have been something greater?

interesting question..... i think if i was simply seeking something out for my own entertainment, i'd usually pick "good journey with a disappointing end." like, idk, i LOVE a good ending and usually struggle with writing unless i have an ending i love in mind, but i also have a bad habit of watching series to their 90% mark so i think i'm maybe more forgiving of bad endings than a lot of people would assume. like i'll call one out, and i do think a bad ending can tank a story in a way a weird bit at the beginning or middle wouldn't, but also i'm a person who still maintains the beginning seasons of shows like Game of Thrones and Supernatural are worth watching. i value a good ride!!!! a stupid end doesn't negate the good beginning!!!

like, literally this week i was having one of those "which star wars movie is best" debates and i maintain even though Rogue One is pretty universally accepted as Good, the middle parts absolutely drag and have meh aspects; it's just that the end was really impactful so people forget the meh parts. meanwhile, if you go into my book review tag for my review of Xiran Jay Zhao's Heavenly Tyrant, i did have fun with the very end of it but felt the mountain of boring dialogue required to get to the end is absolutely not worth it.

what about everyone else?

[characterassassination-at-9am]

Sometimes I read a wildly popular book and end up either meh about it or even really dislike it. I wonder to myself, "What's wrong with me? What did I do wrong? What did I miss?" I'm very aware that an audiobook experience can be quite different than reading, good or bad. I also realize that sometimes you read a book at just the right time or wrong time, etc. So I overanlyze it all (as with everything in my life). Time will pass, said book will come up again and again, these recs, those book lists, etc. I start to contemplate if I should reread it. Maybe it'll hit differently this time, I tell myself.

Then I get a grip, go read some 2 star reviews on Goodreads that usually remind me of all the things I did not like about the book, remember that reading is subjective, and even if I'm in the vast minority, it doesn't mean my initial reaction to the book was wrong. Then I move on and read something new from my never ending TBR list instead of wasting my time trying to reread a book I didnt like the first time.

That's all, just rambling in case someone else needed that reminder.