#i cannot imagine how difficult this would be to animate

[hartwinorlose]

i have very little artistic skill (and pretty much zero animation skill) but the chokehold morgan clae's Get in the Water cover from epic the musical has on me is insane

the desire to make an animatic has never been so intense

[thedigitalbard]

Hello everyone. Today I would like to share the story of Diya's son Magdy and his beloved pets. Like many of us, including myself, Magdy loved his pets. He had a cat and a cockatiel that he had to leave behind when they were displaced from their home to the south. They had hoped to be able to return but were unable to because of the occupation's continued aggression in central Gaza. Can you imagine what that must feel like? To have to leave your beloved pets behind as you fight for your own survival, not knowing their fate. Unfortunately, this is the reality for many children like Magdy in Gaza. If you are as angry as I am about the suffering of children and animals in Gaza, this is your chance to do something good for them.

Here is a photo of Diya's son Magdy and the cat that his mother bought for him. You can see how this brought a smile to his face during these difficult times. ❤️

In the last 24 hours, Diya's campaign has only received $20 in donations. The prices of basic necessities such as food and winter supplies continue to skyrocket because of the scarcity of resources in Gaza. They cannot survive on $20 a day. Diya needs to raise the funds necessary to secure winter supplies and food for his family. We still have $2,885 to help Diya reach the short-term goal by the end of the week. Please try to imagine if this was your family, your children, and do whatever you can to support them. Share this post and donate if you have the means. Anything you are able to spare helps.

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$6,115 / $9,000 (short term goal)

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[soracities]

"Persephone Writes a Letter to Her Mother", by A.E. Stallings

First – hell is not so far underground – My hair gets tangled in the roots of trees & I can just make out the crunch of footsteps, The pop of acorns falling, or the chime Of a shovel squaring a fresh grave or turning Up the tulip bulbs for separation. Day & night, creatures with no legs Or too many, journey to hell and back. Alas, the burrowing animals have dim eyesight. They are useless for news of the upper world. They say the light is “loud” (their figures of speech All come from sound; their hearing is acute).

The dead are just as dull as you would imagine. They evolve like the burrowing animals – losing their sight. They may roam abroad sometimes – but just at night – They can only tell me if there was a moon. Again and again, moth-like, they are duped By any beckoning flame – lamps and candles. They come back startled & singed, sucking their fingers, Happy the dirt is cool and dense and blind. They are silly & grateful and don’t remember anything. I have tried to tell them stories, but they cannot attend. They pester you like children for the wrong details – How long were his fingernails? Did she wear shoes? How much did they eat for breakfast? What is snow? And then they pay no attention to the answers.

My husband, bored with their babbling, neither listens nor speaks. But here there is no fodder for small talk. The weather is always the same. Nothing happens. (Though at times I feel the trees, rocking in place Like grief, clenching the dirt with torturous toes.) There is nothing to eat here but raw beets & turnips. There is nothing to drink but mud-filtered rain. Of course, no one goes hungry or toils, however many – (The dead breed like the bulbs of daffodils – Without sex or seed – all underground – Yet no race has such increase. Worse than insects!)

I miss you and think about you often. Please send flowers. I am forgetting them. If I yank them down by the roots, they lose their petals And smell of compost. Though I try to describe Their color and fragrance, no one here believes me. They think they are the same thing as mushrooms. Yet no dog is so loyal as the dead, Who have no wives or children and no lives, No motives, secret or bare, to disobey. Plus, my husband is a kind, kind master; He asks nothing of us, nothing at all – Thus fall changes to winter, winter to fall, While we learn idleness, a difficult lesson.

He does not fully understand why I write letters. He says that you will never get them. True – Mulched-leaf paper sticks together, then rots; No ink but blood, and it turns brown like the leaves. He found my stash of letters, for I had hid it, Thinking he’d be angry. But he never angers. He took my hands in his hands, my shredded fingers Which I have sliced for ink, thin paper cuts. My effort is futile, he says, and doesn’t forbid it.

[theshypinkflower]

how would you think the btd cast + tpof would be parents in general? assume the child is theirs or like they willingly adopted

Oooooo a long answer. Sit down anon we’re gonna be here for while. (THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR TOO LONG SO HERE HAVE THE FIRST THREE DADS)

🔨Strade:

-Pretty sure it’s canon he’s good to kids

-He’s like the goofy dad that blares his old rock music when picking you up from school to embarrass you

-He’s all smiles and very light hearted

-He does know when to be strict, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary

-With a kid in the house though it’s hard to have victims, I mean when you’re young he can do a good job of keeping you out of the basement but as you get older he’s gotta find another place to get his energy out and film his videos

-If you turn out as sadistic as him he’d be so proud of you

-he makes SUCH good food too, he is a pro at working the grill

-he’s the dad who makes you hold the flashlight while he’s working on a car, you’d always be helping him with projects and what not

🦊Ren/Fox:

-huge nerd dad

-since you were born you’ve been watching anime, playing classic games, reading manga

-he’s a very affectionate dad, he always makes sure to tell you he loves you. He thought your little ears and tail (cmon ofc you’d be a hybrid) were so cute. Even if you are adopted he just has such baby fever, def adopted you as a baby.

-he shelters you quite a bit, he’s worried that you might meet someone like Strade when you finally move out and that terrifies him. No matter how many times hes said he loved strade.

-I see ren being a huge foodie, like hell read about restaurants with like picture worthy foods and he just knows he has to take you with him

-spoils you ROTTEN, his kid will never leave him if spoiled, right? They’ll wanna stick around! Plus your little trinkets and goodies make great distractions when he’s…filming. Plus I imagine as Ren gets older (more like Fox now) gifts are his way of apologizing. Fox is more emotionally distant than he was when he was younger, so saying sorry is a bit difficult.

🌿Lawerence:

-Look I know this question is under the guise of each character WANTING kids but I CANNOT see Lawerence genuinely wanting kids

-Kids are loud, messy, and obnoxious. Aka, eveyrthing Lawerence hates

-He is too terrified to even adopt a kid, he doesn’t see himself as responsible enough to care for a kid. Especially with his sadistic needs and the fact he’s constantly rotting

-He thinks bringing life into this world would be selfish of him (little does bro know he’s infertile)

-If you want kids I’m sorry but it’s a no go from Lawerence. You can have plant babies instead! (Cats and dogs are also out of the question. Sorry, no fur babies.)

(I do have HCs for Cain as a dad but they are more canon aligned with his ACTUAL kid, same goes for Akira. I already did Sano hcs as a parent, you just gotta look through my headcanon tag. I LOVED doing this hc btw, I LOVE IT WHEN YOU GUYS ASK ME THINGS EHHEHEHEHEHEH)

[xjulixred45x]

I HAVE A ANGST IDEA FOR A HADES GAME READER!

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!

Did you see how Demeter made all life on earth incredibly difficult for mortals as punishment for having "stolen her daughter"? Well, based on the fact that in myths people literally DYING OF STARVATION (and apparently in the game, of cold) this idea came to me.

Imagine that the reader is a normal mortal, nothing particularly remarkable, EXCEPT that she is a farmer with the rest of her family, who just before the eternal winter came, they worshiped Demeter so they could have good crops and so on.

but then, without warning, winter arrives.

At first it's not so bad, because they can ration certain things and get by with some groceries, but as the months go by and the winter continues to get worse, so does the situation in the reader's house.

The surrounding villages begin to have pests, have problems with resources, not having to eat, etc. and the first deaths begin thanks to this, which quickly spread throughout the community where the reader lives.

The first to fall from the family are the most vulnerable, the grandparents and children of the reader's younger siblings, to whom they perform the appropriate funeral rituals along with all the people who had already died due to the winter.

Everyone's life is turned upside down trying to find ways to survive without having a coast to fish and with now few animals, and the cold gets worse and worse...

The community soon begins to decay and reader participates in the funeral rituals out of respect and to not think about the horrible situation, becoming more educated in the chnotic gods.

They are all desperate to survive, but the snow makes it almost impossible to leave the city where they live, so they are stuck.

It doesn't take long until the reader's parents also succumb, either from illness, from the cold, or from starvation from giving all the food to their surviving child.

and it's not even the worst.

reader is now sick too. So the remaining people of the town cannot allow her to make them all sick and kill them, so after giving the proper services to her family, they lock her in her own house.

but at this point the reader is so tired that she doesn't even mind being isolated. but she knows one thing. she can't allow herself to die like this. not because it is degrading or unfair, but because she knows that if she dies and no one performs an adequate ritual for her, she will not even see her family in the afterlife.

all the pain and suffering in vain.

So against all odds, the reader finds ways to survive on her own at home, constantly being in the limbo of life and death due to her horrible health.

and, thanks to this, the reader meets Thanatos.

I think I'll leave it vague if the relationship would be platonic or romantic, but they definitely got off to a bad start.

We already know that Thanatos finds his work exhausting, so the fact that the reader clung to life and did not want to leave even when she was in horrible conditions bothered him to no end.

and on the other hand, the reader OBVIOUSLY did not want to die and it was annoying that he wished her dead (even if it was technically his job?) and that led to several verbal fights. at first.

Thanatos appeared at the reader's house when she was especially weak, whether she could not move on her own, had respiratory attacks and/or was in special pain, etc. episodes that, although temporary, were still close encounters with death.

When Reader and Thanatos eventually get tired of insulting each other in these moments, at first they just wait to see whether Reader will survive this particular episode or not, in a rather tense silence.

It is not until the third or fourth time this happens that the reader begins a conversation with Thanatos in an "informal" way.

As one can imagine, at first Thanatos didn't even react or try to continue with said conversation, just do his job and leave, but as time went by he began to show more signs of listening to what the reader was saying. and eventually even give short answers.

He doesn't share much, but now the reader doesn't go crazy being alone.

I also imagine that on some occasions, when the reader can't move much, she DRAG to go get food/medicine, which bothers Thanatos because it seems 1- unhygienic and 2- stupid in a certain sense, mortals get sick because of it. not taking care of themselves, does she NOT want to get better?

It is from there that their relationship begins to improve, but the reader's health worsens every day.

It's the same as what happens with the other villagers that Thanatos collects, weakness, coughing up blood, pain in the rib cage, inability to eat, difficulty breathing--

but even so, the reader STILL wants to cling to this miserable existence, she can't even eat or stand anymore and STILL doesn't want to leave...

WHY? WHY SUFFER THIS WAY INSTEAD OF SIMPLY DIE?

and the reader's response is quite simple.

There is no one who can give her a burial, but her family did have one, without that she would simply wander through the Underworld and be alone AGAIN.

but at the same time, the reader no longer has the strength to continue holding on, the pain is UNBEARABLE and the little energy she has leaves her...

Thanatos is there, at least.

I like to think that the reader would agree to go with Thanatos VOLUNTARILY if he even lets her see her family one last time, thus dying peacefully.

And it would be especially ironic if by chance the reader ends up as a shadow in the house of Hades😅

I think that in general, a deceased reader would be like a more responsible Hypnos, she is not going to bother the GOD OF DEATH so she does the minimum ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

She is definitely happier now that she is no longer in pain, but she was quite traumatized by the experience :') although on the positive side, she is one of the few people who can play pranks on Thanaros with almost no consequences!

simply....mortal reader sheneigans.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

Maybe i could use this Reader with another characters? Idk. I didn't know how to finish this but i like it!

[writerbri-archive]

parting writing advice before this blog becomes inactive from someone who takes pictures of broken bones for a living and who has worked in an ER

a fracture of the bone is the exact same thing as a break, it’s just a more medical term the same way that sutures are the exact same thing as stitches and edema is the same thing as swelling, so an open fracture that breaks through the skin is the same thing as a closed hairline fracture you can barely see on an X-ray is the same thing as a stress fracture that is only really detectable with a physical exam, they’re only classified in more specific ways and they are treated based on severity

most superficial wounds aren’t going to be stitched up after 12-24 hours because they’ve been open long enough that closing them at that point would be asking for infection

an X-ray is a little bit of radiation, a CT is quite a bit more radiation, and an MRI is a magnet with no radiation whatsoever

no matter what grey’s anatomy or any other medical show might make you believe, doctors rarely do any actual imaging (taking X-rays, CTs, etc) and most of them would have no idea how

Concussions are not diagnosed with imaging. There is not a single X-ray or CT or anything else that can tell a doctor that their patient has a concussion. A concussion is diagnosed with an exam. Patients will usually have a headache and they will be dizzy, nauseous, light/sound sensitive, and sometimes they will have memory or vision problems. They will occasionally have something called nystagmus in their eyes. CTs are taken to rule out more serious conditions such as a fractured skull or bleeding/clotting in the brain.

O2 saturation is a vital that tells you how much oxygen is in your blood. Anything above 95% is okay. Anything from 90-94% is going to make a medical professional take a second look. Anything from 80-90% is low grade hypoxia and you’re getting a chest X-ray and possibly put on oxygen. You might be going to the hospital. Anything below 80% is most likely a hospital admission whether you like it or not because you’re about to get a whole shit ton of labs and a CT of your lungs at the very least if the X-ray hasn’t show a punctured lung or pneumonia to explain what’s up. I hope you find nasal cannulas comfortable. Doctors would be concerned about a blood clot, lung cancer, and other super concerning pathologies.

Kidney stones hurt like a bitch and can cripple most people to the point where they cannot walk. Imagine a foot long straw trying to pass a rock that is 2-3x it’s diameter.

Children regrow bones like lizards grow their tails. Kids can be healed from a fracture in 2-4 weeks that would take an adult 6-8 weeks to heal.

The femur is an incredible difficult bone to break. It’s usually a very high impact injury (car wreck, long distance fall, skiing accident, etc).

This is just advice but do not do not DO NOT ride in the passenger seat of a car with your legs propped up on the dash if you value keeping your leg bones intact where they are supposed to be. Just don’t do it, please. But if you want to write a particularly gruesome car wreck, that’s a good way to do it!

Animal bites are almost always preemptively treated with antibiotics.

I might add more if I can think of it but I’ll answer any questions if people have them

[pastorfutureletthembe]

Unpopular opinion probably, but everyone is set on vidding and animating this song in Lu Guang's POV.

And it's very popular:

X X X X X

But to me, Penelope's part would be Cheng Xiaoshi's pov, actually.

I mean, I get why the lyrics echo Lu Guang's feelings. Oh, I do. But also, Odysseus is the one who went through decades of longing and pain and loneliness and betrayal, with only reason to keep living the hope to see his (dead) wife once more. He left worlds and pieces of himself behind.

He isn't the same man. Cheng Xiaoshi... Is. He'll always be who he is because Lu Guang is the only one with a future, but the only future he accepts is his past life with his best friend.

He would go through billions of repeats if there is one chance of growing old with the man he loves.

Odysseus' theme is "Just A Man". And it is and will forever be my favorite song of all Epic the Musical.

Going through the Yingdu Chapter through Lu Guang's prism feels familiar and foreign. We know who Lu Guang is but not who he was. We have no idea what he went through.

An other unpopular trope in this fandom is that all these repeats somehow made Lu Guang lose his humanity, his compassion and his morals. He would become more and more selfish, blinded with his wish, making difficult choices and leaving people behind. Qiao Ling. With a godlike power, he would still be profoundly human. Doing whatever it takes to save Cheng Xiaoshi. Going back to the start to live in peace with Qiao Ling and Cheng Xiaoshi, unable to move on.

Why doesn't he say anything to Cheng Xiaoshi? Why does it try so hard to follow the script? Who is he protecting in the end? I would actually love to see Lu Guang do something unforgivable in order to save Cheng Xiaoshi.

In another meta, I mentioned Cheng Xiaoshi would be kind of pissed at Lu Guang for his hypocrisy. But no matter how pissed he would be, he would move mountains to help him come back from the dive back in time. Cheng Xiaoshi would never allow Lu Guang to sacrifice himself or his own happiness for him. He wouldn't let him erase himself from reality, from their story.

I do think Future Cheng Xiaoshi is diving in Yingdu, at the very beginning, because he won't let Lu Guang go. He keeps holding his hand. Again and again and again and he pulls him in right before Lu Guang gives up and gets sucked into self-sacrifice.

And I cannot wait for the reveal.

People asked me before what I thought would be Cheng Xiaoshi's reaction to learning the truth. I still don't know how to answer that, to be honest. Actually, I don't think it is relevant. I don't think Lu Guang would admit what happened, what is happening. Cheng Xiaoshi would realize what kind of horrors his best friend went through only when there would be no going back...

And after that?

He would get him back.

This part is exactly what I imagine the end of Link Click to be:

And whatever was said and done, who cares if billions of versions of their stories have been written? The core of them is the same.

Also. Penelope's game of asking her husband to move an unmovable bed just to prove a point is soooo Cheng Xiaoshi.

Anyway.

I hope someone will make an edit with the reverse possibility.

[silverskye13]

feeling a bit insane over the way people remember the spaces left behind more than the ones who carved those spaces out for themselves

-leechwife hiiii

The city of hels is a tragedy, and we all stand witness.

Not to get too dark and personal, this story has started to remind me of [and I am starting to pull inspiration from] when my Papa passed away. It's been years now [I was 16 at the time], I've mostly healed, but grief has such a strange way of cycling. I want to handle grief in the universe in the same way.

Sometimes I remember Papa's laugh. I can't remember what his voice sounded like. I can't remember most of the conversations we had. But that odd, deep in his chest chuckle, two syllables of sound, inhale and exhale. He didn't full, outright belly laugh. When something was funny, he just had this small chuckle. I can remember that viscerally, but I can't remember how he would say my name.

In the same vein, I remember the day we learned he passed away. He worked out of state, and we knew something was wrong because he would call us every night, and one night he missed the phone call. The soonest we could get someone to check on him was the next morning. The news broke. We were bereft. My sister, my mom and me, after we had cried ourselves into exhaustion, all laid down to sleep together.

When I woke up, I had forgotten why I was laying there. It was a school day. I was supposed to be up hours ago. I never sleep in the same bed as my mom and sister. What's going on? Why do I ache like I've been crying? Then I remembered, and I was inconsolable again.

Grief is such a weird, ugly wound. Everyone reacts to it differently, and everyone will have to react to it in some way, someday. Not all grief is death. It's breakups. It's a friendship ending. It's changing jobs, or houses. It's pets getting lost, it's a favorite comfort broken, it's growing too old or too incompatible to eat a favorite food or enjoy a favorite past time. It happens. Memories, the little things that cycle back to us, that still glow warm when we hold them close, that help us cope with that grief. Smooth the edges. Heal the wound.

Hels is a place that is constantly grieving. People walk around wounded, and they cannot remember who inflicted the wound, with what blade, and why. I imagine it would be like losing your arm, and then promptly forgetting you ever had one. Your balance is still off. Your reflection in the mirror is asymmetrical. The wound where it was taken still hurts, some days it hurts unbearably. You know, because every day you look in the mirror and see your other arm, and your two legs, that the thing you're missing must have been important. It was something you wanted, and needed. It was something it pained you to lose. But you don't know what it was. Life would be easier with two arms, you think, and you look at the hole in your side and wonder why you would ever assume you had two.

And then you see pictures. Or you walk outside and you see someone who's whole, and you remember you were like that once. You miss it. But it feels good, at least, knowing why you're hurting. Finally you can put a reason to your pain. Finally you can cope with it. Maybe you can even heal from it.

Until you forget again.

The Remembrance Walls are important. The First Church, with its Order of Remembrance, is important. Who else would help us put the pieces back together? What else would help us heal? Hels is a difficult place to live for a thousand reasons. The nether is harsh. We are all the bitterest, most broken pieces of the people that made us. We are all wounded animals, fighting, howling, hiding, and wondering why we're in pain. Knowing, someday, we will be exactly the things we've forgotten, and no one will be able to mourn our passing. Such is the fate of something that was never meant to exist.

[princelylove]

Risotto’s physique isn’t meant for running. He's too heavy, and big, it makes him slow- but he can work for extended periods of time without any fatigue.

He hates the idea of playing chase with you. Risotto understands that you have a lot of energy and need to get it out, but he'd rather not spend an entire morning trying to wrangle you. You can probably wiggle your way around him for a while, especially if you have any sort of prior training, but once Risotto has a proper hold on you, it's over.

Risotto's grip is firm, although loving. He doesn't intend to hurt his darling. Think of it like restraining a cat that needs their nails trimmed. You're not getting away, this is for your own good, but the intention isn't to hold so tightly that it hurts.

If Risotto is slow, how can he catch his darling if he finds himself interested in someone that does some kind of running sport or agility training? There's advantages and disadvantages depending on the type of running his darling is used to- he can tucker out a short distance runner, but can he close the gap between himself and a long distance runner?

Risotto may be slow, but he's steady; Risotto thrives in endurance and stamina. You can run, sure, but can you last? Long distance runners typically don't sprint for an entire marathon- it's about pacing yourself. Sure, you can sprint for some portions, but eventually your body is going to demand a break. Long distance running is quite literally all about stamina, but running (a minimum of) 3 km / 1.9 mi is different from being chased by a 203 cm / 6'8" man for however long it takes.

There's an easy way out of this, but he doesn't want to use his stand to catch you. Metallica is painful- why would you use a trap to catch a rabbit when you want it as a pet, not food? Risotto's gentle nature forbids him from directly harming his darling, but he has no issue with restraining them. Some animals instinctively submit when you touch them a certain way- will you calm down if his hand is on your throat? Around your wrists? No, no, he shouldn't, he doesn't want to frighten you off, the second you view him as a predator, he's done for. You'll never trust him.

So this game you keep playing- chase, he calls it- is majorly stressing him out. He doesn't want to follow behind you like a wolf would, but if his sweet, little doe insists on playing this game, he has no choice but to play along.

He won't discipline you. He spoils you in that sense- you get away with bad behavior because he can't bring himself to raise a hand against you, or really scold you, or even lightly tap your wrist. He gave Prosciutto the responsibility of disciplining the rest of the team because he wants nothing to do with that- but his darling isn't a team member, and he refuses to give your care to someone else, so it puts him in a difficult situation. How can he punish you when he understands that you're only behaving this way out of fear?

He guesses there's nothing he can do but humor you. He always catches you, and he'd find you if you were to slip away, so it's fine. That doesn't mean it's any less stressful for him, but he'll keep doing it and will take more precautions when he brings you back home.

Risotto's physique is good for a lot of things (namely the ability to haul heavy objects for long periods of time), but it isn't perfectly well-rounded. He has good mobility, endurance, strength, and coordination- but isn't very flexible. Perhaps it's a personal bias of mine, but when I imagine men with Risotto's physique, I typically don't think of flexibility as being their strongest point.

Flexibility isn't something Risotto thinks about often- he doesn't need to be flexible to protect you. You cannot push his legs back without him making that needy, initially uncomfortable expression- but he lets you anyway, as long as you’re happy. Truthfully, Risotto would prefer to service you, but he gets off on you using him freely. It makes him feel wanted. Not that he’d ever say that- he’s terribly shy.

After all, it’s a bit hard to tell someone “I want you to think of me as your sex toy sometimes.” It certainly isn’t romantic- and Risotto would prefer to keep things romantic. He’ll keep it to himself, for now.

[marshemillow]

@ that anon: Don’t forget that (general) you cannot delineate from romanticization and depiction. You may be just targeting people who are posting NSFW fics but it’s like. Is the author a survivor of what they’re writing (equally as many survivors are proshippers)? Antis also disagree on what is ‘a proship’: including where an adult is groomed into violence, ‘sworn brothers’, ships where gore and abuse is a prominent theme, adult age gaps. Etc and so on. I understand the need to use fandom as an activist space but it’s honestly better just contributing positively (writing about things you like) and to warn about warning signs of abuse and grooming if it ever happens especially if your fandom targets the younger folk.

last anon here: this may be colored by the media I consume so it feels more ‘I may be uncomfortable with lolishota but when you’re calling adults who thirst for Ly.ndis from F.ire Emblem/Baku.go from B.NHA/T.im Drake from DC C.omics as ontologically evil, even in small or different ways, ya gotta wonder if they’re really on the right and correct side’ (dots so that it wouldn’t appear in search)

That's why I mentioned people who get caught in the crossfire; No matter how much you believe you can tell, you CANNOT tell everything about an author based solely on their writing. A lot of stuff that gets labelled "glorifying" and "fetishizing" is actually written by abuse survivors who are writing about the real abuse they faced, because guess what?? Abusers are often kind, they're often patient and understanding, they're often soft-spoken, they can even make you feel really special and important. If abusers were assholes all the time, do you really think any abuse would be successful?? MY abuser was nice to me literally most of the time, that's why it was so hard to leave!!! It doesn't downplay abuse to be honest about how it works!!!

As much as idiots like to believe otherwise, you CANNOT help both real people AND fictional characters. By helping one group, you automatically hurt the other. It is a direct causal relationship. If you protect fictional characters, it means real people can't write about abuse realistically, which hurts all of us. If you protect real people, it means fictional characters will become the target of fiction about abuse.

IT'S A GOOD THING THIS SHIT IS REALLY EASY TO SOLVE IF YOU KNOW THAT DRAWINGS OF ANIME CHARACTERS ARE NOT IMPORTANT AT ALL!!! IT'S NOT JUST THAT REAL PEOPLE MATTER MORE, IT'S THAT REAL PEOPLE MATTER PERIOD!!! IT IS NOT THAT FUCKING DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND IF YOU HAVE A BRAIN THAT WORKS!!!

But let's back up a bit here; The fundamental part of previous anon's argument, the one where you don't even have to abuse a real child to be a bad person, you don't even have to write FICTION about abusing children, literally just THINKING about abusing a child is what makes you evil, is something that literally no one would get behind if it was about anything other than child molestation, a thing that makes most of us instinctively flinch away in disgust.

No seriously, in what other context is this line of thinking acceptable?? In Animal Crossing: New Leaf, you're the mayor for the entire time you continue to play the game, even if you play it for 50 years, and you get to decide way more about the town than any real mayor would get, basically making you a dictator with no elections. Does it make you evil to WANT to play New Leaf? Not even ACTUALLY play it, but WANT to?? What about the previously mentioned Counter Strike example nobody will fucking answer?? Is it evil to just IMAGINE yourself playing Counter Strike even if you never play it because you're "attracted" to the idea of being a terrorist???

But let's take this logic a step further; Imagining yourself playing Guitar Hero makes you somewhat like someone who can actually play a real guitar. Imagining youself donating vast amounts of money to charity in a fictional story makes you good like someone actually donating real money to a real charity. Imagining yourself drawing you as a famous author is at least in the direction of being a real famous author in real life, so it's kinda the same thing, right? You should give me at least SOME praise for that accomplishment, because thoughts are what determine who you are always.

The logic is obviously fucking BONKERS, but somehow when it's about very specific hypersexualized* issues (*rape is not bad because of sex it's bad because of HARM), people just turn their brains off and harass people they SUSPECT have bad thoughts, they can't even prove it because they aren't mind readers, but they're totally okay with harming real people, because I guess if you believe thoughts matter more than action, you can commit all the harmful actions you could ever possibly want to commit, and as long as you think good thoughts, you're totally in the clear and you don't have to feel a single ounce of guilt over any of it.

It's so fucking transparently NOT about protecting anyone, and yet the only people who can't see it are themselves.

And yeah, everything else you said here, current anon? Totally spot-on. I have nothing to add. Warn people about what abuse looks like and otherwise write fics you like, that's a good message.

[creative-frequency]

Can you just IMAGINE that kind of party banter there would be between Lucanis and the other companions about Rook's wyvern companion? You cannot convince me that Lucanis (especially if he is being romanced by Rook) would not be trying to invent special treats for Rook's wyvern. Lucanis would probably consult Harding on if she knew of any plants he could use, ask Darvin how the Warden discovered what sort of treats Assan likes before Darvin eventually suggests a few things that could be used as wyvern bait, and Taash would be extremely eager to help this effort of inventing the first ever wyvern treats.

YES for party banter!

Rook's Wyvern: Party Banter

Harding & Lucanis

Lucanis: Harding, you mentioned the wild berries in Ferelden are edible. Harding: Yes? Most of them, anyway. Lucanis: Do you think we could procure some for Baroness? Harding: Hm. That might be difficult. Lucanis: (Disappointed sigh)

Davrin & Lucanis

Lucanis: Davrin, How did you figure out what kinds of treats Assan likes? Davrin: I didn’t. Lancit and Remi did. Why? Lucanis: Just wondering how much a griffon’s and wyvern’s diets overlap. Davrin: I’ve got some truffles stashed away, if you want them. Though, you might want to make sure Assan doesn’t catch wind of this plan. Lucanis: I’ll be careful. Thank you.

Bellara & Lucanis

Lucanis: Bellara, could you take me to the area where you said the wyverns used to live in Arlathan forest? Bellara: Um, sure! Is there a particular reason? Lucanis: I want to see their natural habitat so we can discuss improvements with the Caretaker on Baroness’ dwellings. Bellara: Ooh, of course!

Taash & Lucanis

Lucanis: What kind creatures do you use for dragon bait? Taash: Depends on the dragon. Like, Vinsomers like fish and stuff. They’re predators, so most will eat anything though. Why? Lucanis: I’m trying to come up with new treats for Baroness. Taash: You could try fish? She has blue scales like lightning breathers. They usually go for the sea buffet. Lucanis: Mm. That is a good suggestion.

Neve & Lucanis

Neve: You’ve been spending a lot of time with Baroness. Lucanis: I never get tired of watching her. Neve: Be careful or Rook will get jealous. Lucanis: (Laughs)

Emmrich & Lucanis

Lucanis: Emmrich, can I ask you something about magic? Emmrich: Yes, of course. Lucanis: Is it possible to speak with creatures or animals? Emmrich: Not that I know of, I’m afraid. Lucanis: Hm. Shame.

[tenjikubaby]

i say let them cook 🔥🔥🔥

I have returned from the dead. Happy Izana and Mocchi anime debut + other Tenjiku member crumbs! Here, have a post that has been cooking in my drafts. 

RAN

Ran, cooking for himself, would go for easy, “lazy” recipes if ordering takeout wasn’t an option. If he’s cooking for you, though, he would want to impress. He’ll browse a bunch of recipe lists on his laptop and pick the most impressive-looking dishes thinking that cooking them “can’t be that hard.”

Goes on a trip to the grocery store for fresh ingredients, but soon finds out, after procrastinating his cooking that a) he got the wrong condiment/spice, or b) got the wrong cut of meat, or c) forgot a very important ingredient so Rindou kinda just finds his usually calm brother panicking in the kitchen because he doesn’t really want to disappoint. He soon regrets ever appearing because Ran sends him to the grocery store to get the right ingredients. 

Rindou’s troubles did not end there because Ran had him help out in the cooking process when the guy just wanted to play video games.  “Rindou, which one is the cilantro again?” “Rindou, slice the carrots.” “Rindou, why aren’t the slices even?” “Rindou, this is too salty. I think you oversea—” and poor Rin kind of just loses it.

RINDOU

He and Ran have the money to constantly eat out or order takeout, but ever since Rindou started following a diet, he’s learned to cook healthy dishes for himself. He’ll probably want to fix up something healthy for you too. What can I say, he cares about your health! Might actually scold you if he finds out you’ve been eating fatty stuff too often.

Rindou proposed the idea to you without thinking and didn’t expect you to agree so now he has to deliver! The pressure he feels to perform is no joke--like Ran, he would rather eat coal than disappoint his expectant S/O.

He’s a decent enough cook, more okay with getting his hands dirty than Ran. He’s no Kakucho, but he gets along just fine. If he can make food that’s edible and nutritious, then that’s good, right? But because of you, Rindou finds himself watching a bunch of how-to videos before the day of the house date.

Will be over the moon if you liked what he made! Eats up the praise and feels really good about himself. Does a dorky little fist pump and a deep sigh of relief once out of your sight. 

SHION

Shion always goes for fast food/junk food if not eating over at someone else’s place or bullying people into giving him money for food. This guy cannot cook. He’d have to ask for help from another S62 member for this. He tries to ask Mocchi, Mucho, Rindou, and even Izana but they all just refer him to Kaku. Shion would rather die before asking someone younger than him for help. I mean, Kaku is already stronger and better than him at fighting and he’s bitter about that. It takes you telling him that you’re looking forward to his dish that he finally gives in, swallows his pride, and asks for help.

Shion was a difficult student. He’s the type to keep insisting that he already knows all the procedures and cooking terms only to fail at them horribly. It takes all of Kaku’s patience for them to get through the recipe. 

When he gets something right, Shion starts to idealize cooking. He imagines himself finding a new passion in cooking, imagining Gordon Ramsay praising his dish, and running his own restaurant but this all stops when Kaku tells him to fry an egg.

IZANA

If he’s feeling stressed about preparations, the other Tenjiku boys have no choice but to help or else he’s going to make it everyone’s problem. They can even pinch stuff from your feast if they want.

Probably saves a bunch of recipes and has trouble deciding which ones to cook for you because he wants to make them all. Kaku helps him settle on a few easy dishes (”No, Izana. We can’t make Risotto. That’s difficult for beginners.”)

I’d place him at a spot higher than Rindou and Ran if we were to rank them all. Izana doesn’t really need that much help figuring out how things are done if he’s never done them before. Would feel more confident attempting to experiment in the kitchen. Has a thing for decorating too.

To buy ingredients, he would use his gang money to get everything he needs. For you, he’ll go for fancier/pricier than what he usually gets for himself. Would not just cook one dish as well. Would make up an entire feast for the both of you. Likes a dinner date with lights and everything. Might even play his guitar for you or put on a movie.

KAKUCHO

You don’t even need to ask Kaku to cook for you because he’ll want to do it the moment he falls in love. Anniversaries are where he’d prepare a whole candlelit dinner for the two of you. There’d be a full-course meal consisting of food you both enjoy.

Like Rindou, Kaku can be health-conscious (though I’d say Rindou is stricter on himself), and would want to make nutritious stuff for you. He’s got this double standard where he’s okay with eating really unhealthy food from time to time but doesn’t want you to do the same.

He’d be more prepared than the others. Kaku takes note of any allergies you may have, or ingredients that you love/hate. He knows how to deal with picky eaters too. If you hate some veggies because of their texture, then he’ll find a way to make them you-friendly.

MOCCHI

I headcanon that he goes to the gym with Rindou and Kaku and has traded recipes with them once in a while though Mocchi would eat anything from healthy to unhealthy, because he can “work it all off” anyway.

Mocchi’s a great cook. His dishes are more of the homey, hearty comfort food type. He learned to cook from his mom, so a lot of the stuff he makes were recipes learned from her. It’s also kind of a way for him to share his childhood with his loved one/s.

If you like corn like he does, then good for you! He’ll find a way to put corn in any and every dish he makes. For him, you just can never go wrong with corn. But if you don’t like corn, he’d be unable to comprehend that fact for a while before deciding to adjust his recipes for you.

MUCHO

Mucho would be great at desserts. He dreams to run a cafe someday, so he has learned to cook and bake and make coffee early on. In fact, I think he’d make you try a lot of these recipes before putting them on his future cafe menu. 

He takes this all really seriously and it’s endearing. He asks for your constructive criticism after you try the food and makes sure to create a good ambiance where you’re eating too. To top it all off, he’ll even play some relaxing instrumentals in the background!

Each dish in the meal complements each other wonderfully. He selects the perfect side dishes to go with what, and the perfect drink and dessert to go with it all. It’s such a well-planned meal and you can tell he really put thought into it. 

There is a soft smile on his face as he watches you enjoy the food. He’s a big Acts of Service guy, I just know it. 

[captainremmington-13]

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊

show!Luke Castellan x daughter of thanatos!reader

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the image above or any of Rick Riordan’s characters/world-building.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: swearing, mutual pining, kissing, shirtless Luke lmao

A/N: the italicized part is basically a recap/flashback of earlier events

“I can’t say I’m surprised, but I am disappointed.”

You and Luke stood in Chiron’s office in The Big House, trying and failing to look ashamed.

Your day trip had been a success, but now you had to face the inevitable consequences of sneaking out.

You had told Luke to write a note to Annabeth explaining where you both had gone. He had slipped the piece of paper through the Athena cabin window, knowing someone would find it the following morning.

You’d snuck out at the crack of dawn, slipping past the camp borders and heading to the gas station a half-mile away. Luke had then stolen a car, and slid into the driver’s seat.

“Do you know how to drive?” you had asked nervously.

Luke gave you a relaxed smile. “First time for everything. How hard can it be, really?”

Turns out, Luke was a decent driver. He was able to get you both to the Bronx in an hour and a half, without getting into an accident.

As Luke drove, you debated on how to spend the day. After awhile, the winning idea ended up being sneaking into The Bronx Zoo. 

As you looked out the window of the passengers seat, you had imagined what life would be like if you and Luke were normal teenagers. You wouldn’t be spending your days preparing to fend off monsters, or caring for your fellow demigods. You’d probably be in high school, preparing for a career in “the real world”. When you weren’t attending school, you’d be going to the movies, or the the park, or the mall. 

Luke would definitely be popular in high school. His good looks, athleticism, and charm would captivate everyone, just like they did at camp.

Maybe he’d even get a girlfriend. He wouldn’t be so preoccupied with running Cabin 11 and mastering the art of swordfighting if he was a normal mortal teen. He’d find someone who would make him happy, who would love and appreciate him like he deserved.

The thought had made you feel sick.

.

.

.

Neither you or Luke had ever been to a zoo before, so it was a thrilling experience. He had borrowed stolen the wallet of a rude middle-aged man who’d pushed past you to see the vultures better, so you had no trouble paying for food or souvenirs. 

You’d bought yourselves a huge bowl of ice cream and shared it while enjoying the sunny weather. You also dragged Luke to the merch store and bought a stuffed animal that resembled a bat. He’d briefly teased you about it, but your playful threat to make the stuffed animal your new best friend quickly shut him up. You’d also convinced him to get cheesy matching bracelets: yours had silver-colored star charms, and his had the same charms in gold. 

It was one of the best days you’d had in a long while.

After a lovely, monster-free day of roaming around the zoo, you hopped back into the stolen car and headed back to Camp Half-Blood. On the way home, you had fallen asleep, exhausted from your adventure.

Little did you know that Luke had had a difficult time focusing on the road, as he kept sneaking glances at your sleeping form.

And how could you blame him? You had looked so happy, so relaxed, and oh-so beautiful.

“I am glad you made it back safely,” Chiron said, pacing back and forth. “However, you completely neglected your duties as senior campers, which caused quite a bit of chaos. Chris had to take over sword-fighting practice, which resulted in a young child of Demeter having their hair set on fire by a son of Hephaestus.”

Luke winced. “Yikes.“

“Yikes indeed,” Chiron agreed. “I know you two had no bad intentions, but I cannot allow you to get away with breaking camp rules. Therefore, I’m giving you both the task of cleaning the armory. I want it completely organized and spotless. You will be doing this on Sunday, as I need you both to help with combat practices and whatnot.”

“Understood, sir,” you said politely. 

Chiron sighed. “Now, you two need to head to bed. I don’t want you missing curfew and getting in more trouble.”

As you and Luke walked back to Cabin Eleven, you leaned up to ruffle his hair playfully.

“All in all, I’d say that today went well.”

Luke smirked. “Never thought I’d see the day that you became an optimist, angel.”

“Oh hush,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I’m just happy we had a nice, peaceful outing, that’s all.” 

“You know,” Luke said, stopping just before the steps of your cabin. “It was sort of like a date.”

You shrugged, trying to feign nonchalant-ness. “Yeah, I guess so.” 

“Let’s do it again sometime,” he said. “At least, let’s do something fun, just the two of us. We don’t need to sneak out again though, I don’t want Chiron to feed us to the harpies.”

You laughed. “Fair enough. And I agree, let’s do it again sometime soon.”

After you changed into your pajamas in the makeshift changing rooms, you climbed into bed, hugging your new stuffed bat. It was comforting, having something to hold at night. Perhaps it would keep the night terrors away. 

You heard Luke clear his throat softly a few feet from you, and you rolled over to face him. “Yes?”

He gave you a lazy grin. “If you clutch that thing any tighter, the stuffing is gonna pop out.”

“Oh, shut up, Castellan,” you said, giving him a playful glare. 

“Y’know, you can always cuddle with me if you feel lonely at night, angel.”

You stared at him.

“You’re fucking with me.”

“I’m not, angel, I promise.“

How could you possibly resist his pretty brown eyes, looking at you with so much sincerity?

So you climbed into his bed, tucked yourself against him, and quickly drifted off to sleep, still holding your new stuffed animal.

Neither of you had nightmares that night.

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𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝕷𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗

“I hate this.”

Luke laughed, brushing a lock of brown curls out of his eyes. He was sweating profusely, as were you. The armory had no windows, which made it heat up like an oven if the doors were closed. 

“It’s definitely not fun,” he said, handing you a sword to place on the rack attached to the wall. “But at least I have you for company.”

“True.” You picked up the rag and spray bottle Chiron had given you, and started scrubbing the grime off of the metal rack. “This still fucking sucks though. It feels like we’ve been thrown directly into Hestia’s fireplace.”

“Yeah,” Luke replied, handing you another weapon. He used the hem of his camp t-shirt to wipe his forehead, briefly revealing his bare torso. It was nothing you hadn’t seen before, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit flustered. 

After a few moments of working in silence, Luke set down the armor he was polishing. He peeled off his shirt, tossing it to the side. 

Gods, was he trying to distract you? 

“Something bothering you?” 

Yeah, he was definitely doing this on purpose.

But you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you blush. Not so easily, at least. 

“Nope. I’m totally fine.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, walking over to where you were standing. “You sure? You look like you’re burning up.”

You set down your spray bottle, turning to face your best friend. “Yes, I’m doing wonderful. Other than the fact that I want to be done with this punishment as soon as possible.”

“Aw, come on, angel,” Luke said, resting his elbow on your shoulder. This wasn’t unusual for him, he had gotten more comfortable with platonic affection in the past year. You had come to enjoy physical contact with him, even if it earned you some stares. “It’s not that bad.”

“Suit yourself,” you grumbled. “I’d rather be anywhere else in camp but here. Except maybe the attic of The Big House.”

“Perhaps we should take a break,” Luke suggested. “Start again once we’ve rested a bit.”

You immediately sat down, leaning your back against the wall. Luke did the same, looking up at the wooden ceiling. Your legs felt like jelly after cleaning the armory all morning, and the sweltering heat was becoming suffocating. But after a few minutes, you still felt abnormally warm.

“Hey,” Luke’s voice recaptured your attention. “Let’s get you some fresh air. You look like you’re gonna pass out.” 

He lead you out of the armory and behind the building, so you could rest in the shade. The light breeze was refreshing, effectively cooling down your skin. 

Luke placed a hand on your bicep gently. “Better?”

You nod, stepping towards him to lean your head against his chest, ignoring the fact that he was topless. He seemed surprised, but wrapped his arms around you nonetheless. 

“What’s this for? You usually aren’t this affectionate.”

Fuck, had you gone too far? You pulled away and stepped back, avoiding making eye contact. “Sorry.”

“Angel, I wasn’t complaining. I just wanted to know if somethin’ was wrong, that’s all.”

“Oh.” 

Gods, this was so awkward. Why couldn’t you get words out like normal? It was just Luke you were talking to, not some stranger who thought you were a spawn of Hades’s worst demons. 

Your desire to be physically close to Luke had tripled over the past few days. Perhaps it was because you had been sharing a bed, or because he had initiated physical affection more often than ever, and you had greatly enjoyed it. 

But it wasn’t enough. You wanted to be closer to him. You wanted to be more than his second-in-command. You wanted to be more than best friends.

You wanted him.

Gods, this was cruel. Aphrodite was a heartless bitch for orchestrating this.

You were hopelessly, completely in love with your best friend.

“Hey, you listening?”

“I…”

There was no point in lying. You’d been lying to yourself about your feelings for Luke for longer than you cared to admit. Besides, Luke would see right through you.

“What are we, Luke?“

He looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“What are we?” you repeated. “Ever since you started calling me ‘angel’, we’ve been acting less like best friends and more like…I don’t know, like we’re a couple.”

Luke took a deep breath. He looked nervous, his usual confident demeanor fading. 

Oh no, had you made him uncomfortable?

“I’m sorr-“

“Don’t be sorry, angel,” Luke cut you off. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. I…I let my feelings cloud my judgement, and I sorta just got carried away with the affection, and I thought you liked it so I didn’t stop-“

“Luke.” It was your turn to interrupt him. “If I didn’t like it, I would’ve told you right away.” 

He looked dumbfounded, his lips curling into a small, confused pout. Gods, he was so pretty. “Oh.”

“So…what exactly are those “feelings” you mentioned?”

You knew the answer, but you wanted a verbal confirmation.

Luke swallowed, his eyes darting around frantically, as if he was desperate to look at anything but you. 

“Angel…you’re my best friend, you know that, right?”

“Yes, I do.”

“And I’m your best friend, right?”

“Right.”

Fuck, was he going to reject you? 

If he did, you were sure you would burst into tears on the spot, or hide in the woods until you withered away and died. Maybe you were being dramatic, but the possibility that Luke didn’t feel the same towards you was enough to make your blood run cold. 

“I don’t want to just be your closest friend anymore. It…It’s not enough. I want to be more than that, I-“

He stopped talking when you stepped towards him, placing your hands on his toned shoulders. He instantly put a hand on the small of your back, sending warm shivers across your skin. 

A sudden wave of bravery rushed over you. 

Fuck it. It’s now or never.

“I love you too, Luke.”

Luke’s baby-pink lips fell open, which made you laugh quietly. He was adorable, especially when he was flustered. 

Finally, he cleared his throat, and his eyes met yours. 

“I love you so much, angel.”

When you kissed him, the world faded away. You didn’t care if the gods disapproved, or if the other campers would gossip about you endlessly.

You had Luke Castellan, and he had you. 

Nothing else mattered.

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[piplupcola]

Some shameless POS literally used AI to steal my friend's animated film

I usually don't post stuff like this but this shit's insane and downright insulting. I graduated from Ringling College of Art and Design in 2022, a pretty well known animation school in the US, and every animation student on their final year of college has to make an animated film for our final thesis. If you have any idea of the animation making process, you would know that making an entire film by yourself in one year is batshit insane and extremely exhausting, to the point where I'm still feeling the effects of the process on my physical and mental wellbeing 2 years after I graduated. Once more, my friends and I did it during the covid period, which was another level of hell. I was literally watching my grandfather's funeral while working in the labs at 2am because I couldn't fly home to attend it because we had to make this film. This film was our lifeblood, the culmination of 4 years of hell at school which was suppose to be our gateway into the industry. Tldr, it's fucking difficult to do, especially on your own.

So imagine 2 years later and I wake up to a bunch of messages on our alumni chat where a dear friend of mine posted a link to a tiktok video of someone literally stealing her entire film and superimpose it shot by shot and claim it as their own ad for their AI game. As animators, we aren't unaware of people stealing our films and reposting them elsewhere. Heck my own film "The End" was stolen from our school vimeo and posted on tiktok BEFORE IT WAS EVEN OFFICIALLY RELEASED, and that tiktok got hundreds of thousands of views while a year after my own real release my film is still struggling in the thousands.

But this

This is a fucking new low.

Can you imagine? A fresh graduate going through literal blood sweat and tears to make a film on their own that is so important to their future in the industry, to get them a job, with a film that represents a part of themselves to the world, just used as fodder for some stupid tech assholes? It's infuriating. It's insulting. It's literally a big fuck you to the hundreds of students who spent their lives toiling to make these films from the heart who are just desperate to get into the industry.

The animation industry right now is in complete shambles. People are graduating from animation schools with thousands of dollars in dept only to be met with a wasteland of minimum wage and lack of funding and competing for jobs with people who have already been in the industry for years affected by the massive layoffs not only in the movie but also the gaming industries. These films we make for our thesis aren't just films made for fun, they represent our lifeblood, our only opportunity to get a job as a graduate in this sea of hell. If you didn't make a good film, chances are you're never even stepping foot in the industry ever. It's our golden ticket that we would put thousands of hours through, sleepless nights and pushing through no matter the circumstances of sickness and pain it caused us.

And now some dumb fucking AI using dickbags see that and decide it's worth nothing.

Here's a link to my friend's real film. Please go watch it and support her work. I'm not even gonna link the other piece of shit tiktok because I don't want that video to even get a single extra view but here's a recording my friend made so you can see this malarkey side by side.

It's heartbreaking to see my friend's film barely getting any views while the stolen garbage is already in the thousands. I hope the person who stole my friend's work and made that shit dies in a fiery car crash and go straight to hell.

I cannot emphasise how we must not let this shit continue to happen. We're living in a fucking dystopia and unless we do something about it and support those affected by it it's only going to get worse. They're already expanded from stealing people's still art to stealing people's entire films, if we don't stop this nothing we create would ever be safe.

My friend's film:

The shameless fuckheads who stole her film:

[night-error]

Random Oc stuff

Gonna ramble about the last imagine under the cut:

Tbh I don't think I've ever spoken about my Oc's Ability at all, or not that much on this blog. I dont know why I haven't but I have now.

Shes been able to shapeshift ever since she was young so shes pretty good at it. Although she does have a few faults in it despite that.

For example: She hasn't discovered how to turn into inanimate objects, mainly because shes afraid she'll get stuck in the form with no way to turn back. Shes horrible when it comes to insects, she messes them up so easily since she can only make herself so small before it becomes difficult, so she avoids turning into small things at all costs. Shes also avoid Aquatic animals since shes Aquaphobic. She also lacks the ability of flight in all forms, so if she's turned into a hero she will most likely use the telepathy on something she can stand on to give of the effect that she's floating.

When she turns into another shape, shes able to turn into almost an exact copy of said shape. She can also mimic some of the abilities that shape can do. For an example iris. She can turn into him and make only little mistakes, she can teleport but she has to have a sword on standby since she cannot summon it like he does.

Nightterror can hold a form for as long as she wants, it won't cost her any energy to stay in the form she can even stay in a form while she sleeps. Obviously a few stimuli can snap her out of it, a common one is fear. If she gets too spooked she will either turn back to normal or change form out of reflex. This can also go things such as pain. Too much can make her change back to her original self or into a different from out of self defence. Although she can only change into a certain amount of forms in a short period of time. If she changed into 5 things within 15 seconds she would feel incredibly sick, dizzy and exhausted. If she kept going she would eventually pass out.

She doesn't need to take forms, sometimes shape-shifting can be as simple as changing her height, her leg size how many eyes she had ECT. She doesn't really do much of those types of transformations since it can give her dysphoria if she stays in the form for too long and sees that she's in that form. Aka: if there's any mirrors kicking about.

Whenever she changed into a shape she always has at least 1 difference between her and the other shape, the only exception to this is spheer whom she's mastered when she was younger. When she's transformed into cube the tear will be at the wrong side of the face, when she's, iris the dark spots patters are more rounded and when she's Tsavorite the hair shadow is rounded.

I've probably explained all of this poorly, without all the details but it's 2:00am so I only got myself to blame for this 😔

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Rin, Renzo, Juuzou: how would they react to finding out their crush is a half demon? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Awww this is kind of cute, thanks for the Request

(SORRY THIS IS KIND OF SHORT)

Rin Okumura/ Renzo Shima and Juuzou Shima x Half demon Reader: reactions

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: SOME SPOILERS FOR THE ANIME AND MANGA!!!

Rin Okumura

Baby boy, baby.

To be honest, he probably already knew, being the son of SATAN, I think he can detect demons more easily.

(or maybe the reader is terrible at hiding it and wanted to embarrass herself)

but he really doesn't want to make the reader feel uncomfortable with that, because after all he KNOWS why one would want to hide that kind of information from others.

It makes you feel bad, but you think saying it will make you feel worse. He understands it.

So at first I would try to simply make it clear to the reader that she CAN trust him, that he is there for her, and that she shouldn't feel bad about telling him things.

(although this is done with very good intentions, it can end up causing the reader to feel EVEN MORE guilty for not telling her😅it's the intention that counts, I guess)

Let's say Rin is willing to wait, reader, it's worth it.

But when does she confess it to him? UFF

Partly he is so happy that she trusts him to tell her things (God knows that in the manga he needs it) and he is definitely very grateful to the reader for telling him.

but on the other hand it is difficult for him to pretend that he already knew it before😅and he is really trying not to be obvious.

Rin definitely defends the reader a lot from those who try to discriminate against her because of her demonic heritage (again, he can relate A LOT to that) and tries to be an emotional support for her, a friend.

especially after they start dating, I can definitely see Rin showing more of her own hybrid characteristics in an attempt to appease the reader and make her understand that it's okay to be just the way she is.

It is not necessary to hide it, he is just like her. They are equal. They can be weird together.

Imagine if reader had a queue too? Rin definitely doesn't hold hands anymore, INTERTAINS TAILS.

Additionally to this, I can see Rin letting her crush play with her tail to calm down after a bad moment or if she is very stressed (GENTLY obviously, it is still her weak point. thank you).

Although in general, the relationship with Rin does not change at all when the reader confesses her "secret".

He continues to worship the floor she walks on. still acting like a clingy and loving boyfriend.

It really just makes him very happy to know that someone trusted him (MY BABYOOOO)

Renzo Shima

The little shit--

HE DEFINITELY KNEW, BUT NOT BY THE MEANS YOU WANTED.

Let's be honest, when Shima started as a spy for the Illuminati he surely had to know the origin of ALL his colleagues, obviously including a reader, so he knew VERY well what he was hiding, but since at first it was of no use, he didn't really give it any importance.

It wasn't until he got into a SERIOUS relationship with a reader that he began to take it into account more.

more than anything as it is something that makes her complex.

Although his reaction may depend on whether he has already rebelled as a spy for the Illuminati or if he is still undercover and cannot tell the reader that he has already had contact with SEVERAL hirbids (and that she is the prettiest of them all, obviously).

If it is the first case, he will probably tell her in a super buffoonish way that he already knew, reminding him that he is a SPY after all, but he doesn't see her any less whether she is a demon, human, unicorn, etc.

she is still his adorable girlfriend :)

Although yes, that leaves you thinking about whether you can really leave secrets to Shima...

Now, if it's before the reveal (e.g. in the Myodha arc) I can definitely see him reacting more dramatically, but I don't think he acts out of fear towards his partner, simply because 1- he knows it wouldn't hurt him (but already I would have done it) and 2- unlike Rin, they are a normal demon hybrid, they are not at risk of killing anyone if they get a little out of control😅 so he is fine.

Regardless of the cases, Shima really isn't any different from now on, maybe a little more willing to share some information he has as a spy for both sides with his partner and try to convince them to join, but let's be honest, that's something that Shima would do it regardless of the reader's origin.

He simply wants to have some fun with his girlfriend so they can both be on the winning side! Is that bad? (morally questionable without a doubt, although let's give him points for thinking from a good intention).

probably part of or information that tells a serious reader about all the data about demon hybrids, how superior they are to the average human, how important they are in exorcism, etc.

reader will not have low self-esteem on HIS guard >:(

Although he also makes a lot of jokes about it so that the reader loses her shame and sees it as something everyday, it doesn't always work, but what matters is the intention 😅

still a little shit, but HER little shit ;)

Does anyone talk bad about her in front of him? He would act calm, scream, use many words of affirmation with the reader so that those words do not stick.

and then I would collect some favors from the Illuminati so that said person does not appear in the reader's path again :)

Let's say that Shima takes prejudice "better", but holy shit is he spiteful...

"If you don't want to be mean to anyone, that's fine, I'll be shit for both of us!" Shima's motto at this point.

Just don't let him kill anyone. please.

Juuzou Shima

Not too much to said of him honestly

To be honest, he really had no idea and was somewhat surprised to never notice.

He just thought that reader had a weird family technique!

I already said it in other Headcanons, the man is DENSE as a rock (he gives me those vibes) and definitely even if the reader had grown horns he would definitely believe it was because of some kind of ritual and not because the reader is LITERALLY a demon.

so when the reader comes TO HIM specifically to tell him that she has a secret to tell him, he expected EVERYTHING but THAT (Does she smoke weed? Is she gay? SHE'S IN LOVE WITH ME? WHAT COULD IT BE??)

His brain was going crazy.

but when the reader tells him that he is half demon? blank brain...

He literally didn't know what to say. The man was so scared that it was something bad and it ended up being...this? what a relief!

and no, he really doesn't give a damn if reader is half-demon, and he doesn't really mention it.

As Izumo mentioned, there are MANY exorcists who are demon hybrids, why would I treat the reader differently because of that?

and definitely reprimands the myodha members who DO act differently with readers for this very reason.

the man is a gentleman, both before and IN the relationship.

Therefore, he greatly respects the fact that the reader keeps this a secret and protects said secret WITH HIS LIFE.

Don't worry honey, your secret is safe with him ;)

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SORRY THIS IS SHORTER THAN USUAL! I take it more like a pre-established relationship(and You know that the more characters, the shorter it is) and SPECIALLY with Juuzou i don't have very good ideas😭 why people like him so much?!