#i hope this one is just as enjoyable as the others

[foxykate42]

Streaming is incredibly enjoyable and fun, but it is a completely different experience than just "playing games".

Sometimes after a stream, I'm so drained, I just sit in silence on a different game, just listening to my friends talk.

Other times I'm so wiped out the only thing I can do is go take a nap/go to bed.

If you ever think to yourself that "streaming must be so easy, its just playing games", then go fucking do it, try it, see how you feel.

You are mentally ON, the whole time. Looking at chat, filling holes in conversations, checking audio, making sure that your face tracking software hasnt crashed in the middle of the stream, keeping an eye out for follow/sub/donation notifications, keeping up with the conversation your stream mates are having AND keeping track of what's happening in whatever game you are playing.

Again, I find streaming incredibly fun and rewarding. I hope at some point I can do it full time without worrying about my financial situation.

But it is not EASY. If you think it is, like I said, go do it.

And this is to say nothing of the prep work. Audio equipment, streaming/capture software, cameras, a good computer, twitch configuration, moderation settings, finding people you trust to moderate discords/chat, advertising, social media management, clipping and edditing vods to upload other places, and so much more.

It's so many different plates spinning at one time, with hundreds, or even thousands of eyes on you.

That all takes energy, effort, skill, and learning to accomplish.

So yeah, it's not a plushy, cushy, "I don't have to work hard" thing to do. It's work, it's creation, it's entertainment. You are a one person TV/Movie studio. You are a manager, director, actor, editor, and PR team. You're lucky if you have one or two other friends to help with any of it.

Again, if you think streaming is easy, then go and do it yourself and come back to me then. If you do it, and you find it incredibly easy, then congrats, go off, dab on them haters. But I bet you it won't be easy.

Unless you're rich. Then just drop wads of cash on all the hard parts and "just sit there and play games"

twitch.tv/katertots42

Wish I could explain the material difference in stress between playing games for an audience with the main goal of entertaining them and earning a living vs playing games to relax while talking to friends

[msfandomsblog]

Alastor x fem!ballerina-reader

This is my first alastor x reader fic! I don't know how many parts imma make but it will be somewhat a slow burn.

Also this is mostly your backstory

Hope you enjoy!

warnings: use of y/n, being laughed at, implied death, blood, readers insane like Al, guns, suicide, kinda short anddddddd yeah

In life you were one of the greatest pointe dancer in the world. In death, eh, not so much. Yes you danced but this was simple practice, hell wasn't exactly known for its refined~ practice. Your demon form was simple, you were tall (charlie sized) pale and had small wings on your back. Swan wings, that you could enlarge in and out at your will, not that you usually needed to. You mostly had them compact to your back. Most of your friends wondered why you were in hell to begin with, you were always civil to most characters. There was ofc the off-hand time where you'd threaten any demon who'd dare touch you or close friends, but... who's keeping count!?

As for the reason why you were there well... yes being a dancer had its purks but, it had just as many faults.

More then once at a young age in life you were cast for the villain rolls of dances, plays, etc.

You asked you teachers why and their answer was always, "the way you play it y/n! your body language, face and being on stage! you just do it so well"

As you progressed through as an actress and dancer you were never the 'princess' or the main heroin. Only the dark, cold villain. The black swan, The mouse king, Maleficent. How you longed to be the beauty and not the beast.

Not only did this anger you but soon after a while many other dancers would avoid you because of your 'villain' demeanor on stage. This caused you to grow a hatred for your fellows. It all became too much one day.

It was dress rehearsal, your last one before your last show, and the boys got a wise idea for a prank to play on their black swan. When rehearsing your first entrance you moved over to stage right when suddenly a type of slime/glue pored on you, burning your eyes and ruining your clothes. Then the lead boy shot what looked like a party popper at you but instead of confetti, landed black feathers. The boys were on hunched over laughing, 'childish' you thought while glaring at them.

Every other dancer turned their heads or ran over to see what was oh so funny. Once they all started laughing or turned their head to hide smiles, the director yelled at them all, "oi! that's enough, this isn't a baby recital that you did when you were 5! this isn't mature! Boys, help y/n and run 40 laps around the stage ey?" But it was too late, you'd decided right then and there.

So they saw you as the villain hm? You'd be happy to oblige.

The next day you played your part amazingly well but it was your next audition that excited you. It was for the seasonal part in the nutcracker. As always you were given the part, The mouse king.

When you met the lead playing Clara, the young girl heroin, you saw she was a perfectly civil young dancer. She met her end quickly enough tho.

When you came around to auditioning for The Sleeping Beauty and once again did not get Aurora, you found it quite enjoyable to get rid of the blonde broad that played her.

Then there was Romeo and Juliet. you never did audition for this one, reasons unknown to you. But when you did you somehow found that you felt no sadness you got the email saying that you didn't get the part of Juliet. You instead found joy when you cracked a wide smile as the blood of the girl who did get the part flowed down your hands.

Pretty thing she was, good dancer too. poor thing. ah well.

After about 3 years of of getting away with this little 'hobby; of yours you were found out and surrounded by a large S.W.A.T team. The team leader spoke softly to you.

"Miss y/n, please put your hands up, and drop the gun."

You were so annoyed by this, you'd had to use the damn thing to kill a small African-american girl who was playing Coopelia. You didn't like using guns but this was supposed to be quick. You'd even bought a silencer for the job.

"No officer, I don't think I will." You said back. you smiled as you turned to face the 20 guns pointed at you.

"You won't make it out alive L/n" He said trying to convince you.

"I don't plan on it," And smiling you flipped them off as you shot the gun at your own neck.

OKKKKKKK that was part 1! I hope ya'll like it and stay tuned for more. I don't know if you could tell but I am ballet dancer, I'm not professional yet but I know quite a bit.

y/n might be ooc just a warning but again my first fic sooooo.

Anyway!!!!!! have a good day/night little humans!

[bumpkinbayouthief]

🂱 › Oh, Christmas Tree .

The holiday season can be hectic but nothing helps more than spending the day with your Cajun partner picking out and decorating your tree.

pairing : remy x reader a/n : my first actual fic on here and just in time for Christmas! while this is Christmas centric I did try mention a few of the other holidays celebrated this month. I hope you enjoy <3 ps was too tired to edit so any mistakes you see . . no you don’t

Remy Lebeau had never been a fan of the cold that took over upstate New York in the winter months, but he would always bear it just to see that smile on your face. 

Unlike your Cajun lover, you loved the winter time, especially the first snowfall of winter, when that delicate white blanket would cover the mansion lawns and dust your hair whenever you walked outside. 

There was always an excited energy that would settle in the mansion around the beginning of November and would only pick up its intensity the closer it got to the twenty-fifth. You fully embraced the holiday festivities, including the students of the mansion in them. You did your best to sprinkle some instruction time but by the time December first rolled around, you were in full celebration mode. 

You knew it was important to these kids, many of whom would be missing families that had kicked them out due to their powers manifesting or simply sent them to this mansion for their safety and education. Whatever the circumstances were, you were determined to make the month enjoyable for everyone. 

You tackled decorating the monster of a mansion, recruiting many of your students to help with the small bribe of extra credit. You made sure every holiday was represented alongside the traditional Christmas decor you remembered from your youth. Blue and silver decor was hung and proudly showcased alongside a Menorah that you had picked out with help from the students who celebrated Hanukkah. One of your students even taught you about Kwanza and helped you decorate and area in the mansion that they could use to celebrate and show their friends the December holiday that they celebrated. 

And Remy, your dear Remy, was supportive the whole time. He climbed tall ladders to adjust garland and lights, even climbed up on the roof with Kurt to help make the mansion shine outside just as beautifully as you had made the inside. 

But when the time finally came to get a tree for the room you shared with the red eyed mutant, it was a bit harder for him to keep his grumbling to himself. 

You walked in front of him down the path between the rows of Christmas trees. The snow under your feet crunches with each step of your boots. 

He watches as you study each tree, trying to pick the perfect one. He would find it more endearing if he wasn’t so focused on keeping his teeth from chattering loud enough for you to hear. No matter how many northern winters he went through, he still never full acclimated. 

He pulled his trenchcoat tighter to his body, hands stuffed in his pockets and he can’t help the little sigh of relief that escapes when he sees you stop and turn to him with a huge grin. You proudly stated that this was the one. The way your face lit up made his almost briefly forget the bitter cold nipping at his nose. 

“Dis th’ one you wan’ Chere?” 

“Oh it’s perfect Remy, its going to look so cute in our room!” 

You grabbed his hand and waved down one of the workers. Once your beloved tree was brought to your car, Remy got to work securing it in the truck bed. He strapped it down with ease and you couldn’t help but stand and watch the show, especially when the sweater he wore rode up just a smidge and gave you a view of his toned stomach. 

The sound of him hopping down from the truck bed brought you out of your little world you had sunk into. 

“Alright, let’s get you out of the cold my little Cajun.” 

That got you a smile out of him as he pulled you in close and pressed a kiss to your lips. His arm slipped around your waist and he guided you to the passenger side and opened up the door for you. 

His arm slid away and took your hand, helping you up into the cab of the truck before he made sure your coat was completely inside and closed the door. 

Back home, Remy wrestled the tree up the stairs and into your shared room. With your guidance, he set it up in the perfect spot, right in front of one of the windows, far enough from the fireplace to limit the risk of it catching on fire. 

While you focused on fiddling with perfecting the branches of the tree, Remy drew out one of the playing cards that he always carried in his pockets. Purple sparks jumped from his fingertips, charging the card before tossing it amongst the wood in the fireplace. The charge went off, flames erupting and a fire filling the room with warmth. 

You can’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips as you shook your head. 

“Show off.”

He sat on the floor, surrounded by boxes of Christmas decor, the soft sound of Christmas tunes filling the air accompanied by the crackle of the fire. It was your first Christmas together as a couple and while you had done this for years, it was his first time seeing these decorations. 

He dug through the boxes, looking at each ornament with intrigue in his red eyes. Old glass icicles and candy canes, ornaments clearly made by a much younger you all made the sight of the whole scene rather endearing and if he was honest, completely foreign to himself.

The lavish decoration you put out around the mansion was what reminded him of his youth. A mansion like this one, decorated perfectly full of things that he and his brother Henri were told not to touch. 

You turned when your outstretched hand was left empty for a bit, used to him handing you ornaments at a steady rhythm as you placed them all over the tree. You noticed he was sitting there staring at an ornament you had made back in kindergarten with a tiny school picture of 5 year old you in the center of it. 

You quietly walked over, crouching down beside him, not wanting to break the quiet that had surrounded him. 

His own red eyes looked up and found yours, a small loving smile coming over his features. 

“How old were you in dis?” he asked you. 

“I was in kindergarten, so five,” you replied fondly, reminiscing on the memory of your parents always happily putting up the ornaments you made, each year the newest one going front and center. “Did you ever make ornaments when you were little?”

He glanced away, looking back down at the delicate keepsake of your childhood. Eventually he shook his head. 

“Didn’t have a home till I was ten an’ den wit’ my pop, he let a decorator deck ou’ th’ house.”

Your reaction was mixed as you struggled to balance the emotions this brought out in you. On one hand, you were excited that he had shared something from his past with you. It didn’t happen that often so these little peeks were always special, but it also was bittersweet as you took in the sadness that coated the edges of the memory. 

How could something so warm as the holidays have such a layer of frost over it? But soon an idea came to mind. You got to your feet and quickly crossed the room to the closet you and Remy shared. 

The red eyed devil watched you with curiosity as you dug around in the walk in closet, finally emerging with your craft tote. 

“Chere?”

You set the tote down and sat down beside him. You opened the tote and pulled out various things. 

“We’re making you an ornament.” You declared. 

He was a bit floored, seeing the adorable determination in your features as you spread the various craft supplies out onto the floor. This small gesture from you had him smiling while he leaned over and gently kissed you. 

“Merci chere.”

You always surprised him with how well you knew how to show him your love. 

So for a brief intermission in the decorating, you sat with him, making the homemade decoration. He had chosen to make a snowglobe one, using fun scrapbooking paper and stickers you had. Once done, you found one of the polaroids you had of the two of you and helped him stick it in the middle. 

“Oh Remy! It’s perfect,” you exclaimed, standing up and taking his hand in yours. “Come on, let’s hang it on the tree!”

He smiled and took your hand. Standing up, he let you drag him to the Christmas tree. He took the ornament and decided on a spot in the center near the top. The soft, warm glow of the lights surrounded the decoration commemorating your first holiday season together. 

You stood and leaned into his side, a happy and content smile on your features. You felt his arm wrap around you and pull you close as you two basked in the warmth of holiday cheer that filled the room. 

It was the sudden cold chill that broke the bubble and Remy snuck his fingers under the hem of your sweater, his ice cold fingers seeking out the warmth of your skin. It caused you to squeal and try to get away from him but that only made him tighten his cold grip. 

His laughter surrounded you, mixing with your own squeal and giggles as his fingers slipped to the front, resting on the soft skin of your tummy, stealing the warmth. He pul;led you flush against his chest, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

“God your fingers are like icicles!”

“Dat’s wha’ you get fo’ draggin me ou’ into th’ cold petite.”

You got him to finally let go with the promise of hot chocolate and cuddles in front of the fire. So in the kitchen you made two cups of warm hot chocolate, slipping in a bit of peppermint liqueur and topping it with fluffy marshmallows. 

You walked back in, seeing him already stretched out on the small loveseat that faced the crackling fire. 

“Your coffee darling,” you said with a smile, handing off the mug to him. 

He smiled and opened up the blanket. You climbed in with him, settling down and laying back against his chest, his legs framing your body. He pulled the blanket over you two, creating a warm cocoon neither of you planned to leave soon. 

As with the warmth of the hot cocoa filling his stomach and the glow of your Christmas tree filled the room, Remy knew that this Christmas would be one of his favorites.

love, elizabeth

[ center image i found on pinterest but the artist is dan veesenmeyer | other images were found on pinterest | divider credit: @/strangergraphics ]

[6feathered6siren6]

ok but like hear me out any of the KC LIs x Doctor reader (idk why this came into my head at like 3 am)

Doctor, Doctor

Notes: I didn't know which one to choose, and couldn't make a full on story(Working on time loop reader rn, about half way done for the next update), so I wrote some hcs and a small snip bits of each one. But I hope it's enjoyable!

( :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

Trigger warning

Death/killing

Slight gore?

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ

Misaki

Your number 1 clutz, she works often to pay bills, so you always can expect her to get injured somehow. You always make sure they have a first aid kit in her house. 

You always have cartoon band aids for her, you always see her with a smile seeing them on her. When she scraped her hand from jumping off a height, you were there with the most stupid cartoon band aid you guys were laughing at. 

Misaki, at first, tried to hide injuries and scrapes after learning you were a doctor. They didn’t want to worry you or bother you. Especially, when you are dealing with other patients who need you more. Well, until you sat them down and had a very important conversation

Misaki supports your job, but on days where you lose a patient, the dark days, they pull you onto the couch and watch shows or movies until you feel better. 

▄︻デ══━一

You were on vacation visiting your partner, you stayed at her place while she was at their job. You picked up some fast food for dinner tonight, an easy night for the both of you. To cuddle up on their bed and eat it while being together. You were at her table, just playing on your phone, when she came home. She was scraped up. 

“Misaki? What happened?” Immediately rushing to her side. Nothing but scraps and bruises. Scratching the back of her head with a goofy smile, you know she was fine, just slightly injured. 

You sighed as you shoved them onto a chair, pulling your first aid from your bag. “So… I kinda jumped from a height that I knew I wasn’t gonna die from but… still scraped myself… So I'm good, still?” 

You laughed softly as they rambled, you were making sure she was bandaged correctly and that they wouldn’t scar. After you kissed her forehead. “Please be careful, I don’t want you as a full patient, then I wouldn’t be able to slip kisses on you.” 

She gasped, “Then, I’ll make sure! I need those kiss taxes for each bandaid.”

❤︎

V

He thinks you're honorable for being able to help others, even ones who do not need it. You work long and hard for your job for the people who need to be fed to his animals. 

When he does get injured, he either does it himself, at least not to worry you, or get you. You do talk as you patch him for simple injuries. He learns a lot about the health care you do. And he is very appreciative about this. 

Sure, you are a doctor for only humans, but you do patch up the animals(At least, the ones who are calm around you). And if you don’t know something and he does, he will teach you. Afterall, you do like helping people. 

After losing a patient or an animal from V’s care, V will make sure you are resting and taking your time to grief. You know you can’t always save them and he will say it as well. He makes sure you are eating and brings a hot drink for you(either tea or hot cocoa). If you need a day away from everything and just rest in bed, he would make sure you have some breakfast with juice next to it. 

▬ι═ﺤ

You opened the door to V’s home, you got off of work, and V invited you into his home for dinner. After having a stressful day, you just wanted to relax, but V wasn’t home. It was quiet and dark, turning on the lights, you see some animals hungry and the plants need their water. 

Grabbing the assorted food for each animal and giving the plants their water as well. You sit on his desk chair, stretching while you yawn. It seems V would be late to his own dinner invite, leaving you a smile, knowing this is a rare occurrence. Well, for a moment before seeing your lover walk in. He was holding his arm tightly.

Getting up and running towards him, immediately accessing his injuries. “Where did you put the first aid?” 

Him, now noticing you were in his place, “Near my computer.” He sat on his bed when you were climbing his steps, removing his hand for you to fix it up for him. “Didn’t expect you here. I would have done it myself.” 

“Well, a certain someone asked me to join him for dinner. I just didn’t expect to see you sliced up. Bad fight.” He nods. Placing that smile as you continue to patch him up. “Well, since I do not want to cook tonight, and I am gonna ban you from using your arm for a bit, let’s get takeout tonight. I’ll pay.” 

He was gonna reject the offer but knowing how much you care about people, he just agrees. Allowing you to finish up and buy food that you both like. Enjoy a somewhat relaxed dinner date with your boyfriend. 

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

Angel 

Even though both of you have very demanding jobs, you both share a calendar on each of your phones to track when you guys hang out. Before both of you moved in together, you guys would sleep call about each other's jobs. 

When you notice she isn't taking care of herself, you try to make sure she does. Didn’t eat? You took your break early to make sure she eats. Tired? You pop up with a coffee with a note saying, ‘Sleep when you can love’. When she notices when you are also not taking care of yourself, she makes sure to take the next few days off with you to make sure you are on top health. She doesn’t want her favorite doctor to fall ill. 

When you find out that she is a cannibal, you often sneak out human bits for her, sure it’s a joke. But you always notice they disappear sooner or later. 

After losing a patient at your job, you would always take the next day off. And she would be at the ready. Holding you close as you cry into her arms, playing music in a playlist you both made. Just spending time with you until you feel better. 

▄︻═════

You wiped the tears off your cheeks, you had a patient pass away from their illness. They were a nice kid who had dreams of becoming a doctor like you. Someone like… you. You felt like you disappointed the child and their parents. Everyone except the child knew they weren’t able to live as long, and kept this from everyone. It devastated you. 

You heard your bedroom door open, looking over to see Angel with a steaming cup. She offered a small, comforting smile towards you. She sat closer to you as she shifted your head onto her lap. 

“I’m here for you.” She plays with your hair as she places the cup on your nightstand with her other hand. She hums softly to fill the quiet air around the both of you. 

She does make sure you eat and drink something, as you would do for her.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Ronin

Ronin wants to be able to see you often, either calling during your job or just showing up for a ‘check up’. Just to annoy you(But it always leaves you a smile everytime he does.). 

If you are a surgeon, he drags you out to his murders, you have to show him how to remove something. And he can, he wants you to, seeing you covered in blood reminds him that you aren’t some saving grace. 

If he’s injured, he just shows up to your place, bloody and bruised. Leaving you to patch him up, after all you are the doctor. Luckily, you always carry first aid. Though, you do reprimand him while you do, heck when he gets sassy, you knock the back of his head. But he will laugh at you when you do, knowing he pissed you off. 

On the unlucky days, losing a patient, Ronin was there. His twisted words always make you feel better somehow. Pulling you into his arms as he talked about his own job, distracting you from your own horrible reality at the moment. Or brings up the server, talking about how V isn’t getting any closer while pulling in jokes to see you smile. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Ronin dragged you out of your place, you just finished a 11 hour shift, so of course being tired was a understandment. Luckily, he brought you your favorite caffeine drink, a compromise in his eyes. Taking sips as he dragged you into his alleyway. He was out dragging poor souls that he would slaughter. 

He always brought you to so he can also learn about your job, using the dead boys to explain. Surgeon? You have to cut open the body to show how you do it at work. Check ups? You would have to use scraps nearby that could get the job done. If the victim was unknown to both of you, you would evaluate the body. The dead man was an alcoholic, and abused his lover for little details. You knew him as well. He treated you poorly. Maybe, Ronin did poison your brain for smiling at the male being dead. 

You were unbothered by the scene now, sipping your drink as you see Ronin stepping closer. “You have time tomorrow?” You shook your head. “Good, I need my favorite health care person tomorrow. I need to see how knowledgeable you are.” 

Rolling your eyes at his words, but you know you would be there with your boyfriend. No matter the mess you would see. 

“Now let's go, you seem like you are about to drop dead.” 

“Says the man who dragged me out of bed to see them kill someone.”

“What can I say, I need my partner to see the bad man dead.”

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

Hope you enjoyed it again! Anyway, happy holidays!

[zariahthechocolatecookie]

Alrighty, done with season 7! That was quite the season - so many things happened! And it was a pretty darn good season, too; for me, I'd say this was a solid 8/10 season. So many parts of it were phenomenal, but some parts, especially in the earlier episodes, just didn't do it for me. So, yeah, let's get into it! Beware, there are spoilers beyond this point, read at your own risk!

Alright, so, let's start with the awesome parts - because there were a lot! Claudia has always been one of my favorite characters, but this season moved her all the way up to #1 favorite. Her character arc in this season is absolutely phenomenal. The way she came to terms with her struggles and her grief and loss. How she was able to do what she felt was right, and trust in her own choices - even if us, the viewers, or other people don't agree with them.

I fully intend to make a longer post about Claudia later because I haven't seen NEARLY enough people talk about her story, but that's probably enough ranting for now.

Probably because of Claudia, all the characters that were part of her story (Soren, Terry, Aaravos) really shone this season. Terry's choice this season, as well as Soren's, were just spectacularly done. And, surprisingly, my opinion on Aaravos really changed. I came into this fully believing he was a manipulative, lying bastard - and he totally still is! But he has a heart now, and I felt oddly sad when he died.

Now, let's see here, other good things... Ezran's whole storyline was pretty good. I feel like it could have been made better in a few places, but it was enjoyable! The second half of Callum's arc - basically everything after Astrid showed up - was done wonderfully, we could really see his struggles. The last two episodes were amazing, I don't have any complaints. Oh, and Astrid was great - can't forget about her!

As for the not so great parts... I feel like my struggle is that the stakes didn't feel high enough, all of the time. This is supposed to be the "dark" season - yet Rayla and Callum spent half of it happily picnicking in the Silvergrove. The only people that died were the Archdragons, despite them baiting us with the deaths of Lujane and Callum. I might make a post about this later, it'll depend on how irritated it makes me. Also, the Nova Blade just... Came out of nowhere, and didn't really do anything. That part also felt kinda pointless.

But, despite my complaints, I really enjoyed this season!! It was absolutely wonderful, and I'm sincerely hoping they make an act 3.

[tuffin-tuffmuffin]

Just some thoughts on this. I agree totally with the positives, and some of the negatives. For positives, her ideals for every student to strive for greatness, her ambition to raise her rank and not letting her crush on Iruma handicap her, and her being an established character in the universe independent of Iruma. You hit the nail on the head and that's what I really love about her. But on the negatives, it's more of a mixed bag, and I think that ties in a lot with my own complaints about the pacing of the story. For the first hundred chapters, the story proceeded at a good pace, where a "long" arc was 15 chapters like the Battra Party or Walter Park. But as the series became more of a breakout and there wasn't the worry of being axed, the pacing slowed with arcs going longer, and if you weren't involved in the arc, those characters went by the wayside and then needed crammed chapters to make up for it. Harvest Festival and Heartbreaker especially took a looong time and introduced a lot of characters for screentime to juggle, so Ameri was pretty sidelined. Still, I think the biggest failure of the story for keeping Ameri larger-plot relevant was the Deviculum II, where the writing quality took a nosedive after the Break-In. Like, you can't give the exact same cop-out with the exact same execution (interrupting phone call) in back to back chapters and still call that quality writing. But Ameri was the reason Iruma was here, she hadn't played a big role in over a hundred chapters, she's a known fighter in a similar league to Asmodeus, *was one room over* but then suddenly disappeared when the action went on. Perhaps it was to focusd on Iruma, Kirio and Asomedeus but the result was that her chance to return to influence the plot was put on hold for another year or so, making the feeling of losing relevance a bit sharper. And that's a genuine failure on the writing side of things, and I hope that Narnia's story being tied in with Henry, Merize and presumably Ameri's will eventually make up for that. But in terms of personal character chemistry with Iruma, I do think the story writes some great characterization with that, and I wouldn't discount early story interactions anymore than I would discount early Love Trio interactions. Like mentioned, they really motivate each other, but it also means the ideals they hold resonate. Ameri wants a safe world so demons can pursue their ambitions, Iruma wants a safe world for his friends to enjoy, the benevolence is synergistic. It shows a personality and philosophical compatibility that's very important in relationships. Additionally, we do see a ton of things they enjoy together, exclusively together. Iruma loves reading First Love Memories just as much as Ameri loves being read to, and it's something they do regularly even offscreen. There's the baking, which has been largely a them thing. And the story doesn't shy from showing when Ameri and Iruma get excited, like at the Deviculum II, they smile and gasp in the exact same way like idiots with the same braincell. I think that shows a level of synergy that means a lot when the story shows it. Again, I do totally think the issue with the story is not giving a lot of the extra fluff. The chapters with Ameri do have Iruma on the mind, but also show off what Ameri does in her spare time like work out and her duties. And even the last two girls talk chapters didn't go into Iruma that much, none in the case of Nafra's reintroduction. I think for all the good writing she genuinely had and how Ameri's not the only one to suffer the effects of lack of screentime (how'd Balam's investigation mission go, hmm?), she gets the benefit of the doubt for her offscreen escapades, though we're eager to see those training arcs as well. Her relationship with Iruma has a few writing niggles, but has an incredibly strong foundation of mutual support, trust, compatibility and enjoyment.

Hello! I really like your character analysis from m!ik. I wanted to ask you what do you think of Amerie? And her influence on Iruma? And their relationship?

Great question! Okay, I’ll go in order of your questions since you have a few for me :)

Okay, so I have issues with how Ameri is written on the character, some of the few issues I have with Nishi’s writing thus far. But before I talk about the negatives I want to focus on the positives of Ameri and her character because I do think she has a lot of potential that I hope we get to see! Ameri is a classic capable but soft character type that we see in both her romance fantasies but also her deep care for her fellow students. She isn’t just a student president because of the prestige or power it could give her, it’s because her ideal is for every demon to be proud of themselves and their authentic selves. And this is a quality in her that I find deeply profound and beautiful. She’s proud of herself and she wants others to be proud of themselves as well. And what I like about Iruma and Ameri is that she encourages him to strive for more, more than he ever could have dreamed of in the beginning. And he makes her enjoy herself more rather than overworking herself. He makes her be still more, stop to appreciate the little things. She also has the power to inspire others, a nature born leader, and one that is willing to do anything for her fellow students. Not to mention she has given her fellow student council members a place to belong and by doing so, they have deep respect and loyalty to her. And for demons who are inherently selfish and idealistic, this says a lot. They aren’t with her because of her strength, they care for her and I think that speaks volumes in itself.

What I have a problem with is how much her growth is tied to iruma. I think in this Nishi failed at making her an independent character. For instance, we don’t get to see her work towards rank 7, which would help her in her main ambition. We know she wants to take over for her dad, but we don’t know why that’s so important to her yet. And we don’t get to see the steps she takes towards that goal. Her growth is her progress in her relationship with Iruma and I think that’s a let down. Like I said, I love how she inspires and pushes iruma to be a better version of herself. I enjoy that a lot about their relationship. But I don’t find myself interested at all in the romance aspect of the two, mostly because of how they met each other. The trope is that in so many animes and mangas (and the romance genre in general) have two characters run into each other and instantly fall for the other. They went for the trope, we had some laughs about it, but then it kind of just… stuck around? It’s making fun of the clique while also adhering to it and to me it just didn’t land. I think for the joke to work and to make the relationship flow better, the immediate attraction should have quelled and from there a more slow burn of feelings for Ameri. I think if she didn’t become so Iruma crazy so soon into the story, it could have made a more compelling relationship compared to the current one we have. Right now, besides motivating each other I don’t see much in the way of their relationship? I think it’s also hard because we see so little of her in the actual plot and story so the relationship feels like it’s going at a snail’s pace while also going too fast when we do get to see them interact again to make up for the lack of Ameri. It’s weird, they’ve gone on three or four dates (or at least, we can categorize them as dates even if both characters haven’t called it that) but at the same time it’s like nothing has happened for them. I guess besides Ameri realizing her feelings, Iruma blushing when hugging Ameri, and the talk with Henri. I wish the relationship was more friendship focused or the feelings took longer to develop. Because she’s a busy woman and she’s a year above Iruma, we don’t see her actively take part of the plot often and it just makes it hard to get to know more personal stuff about Ameri.

This isn’t to say I’m a Ameri x Iruma hater, I just don’t find their relationship a fun part of the story. I do also admit to having a bias for the love trio when it comes to Iruma ships. But I do hope that the relationship develops more in an in-depth way because I could see her and their relationship becoming more interesting if Nishi takes the time to write her (in my opinion) better.

[cursedwithgloriouspurpose]

Man, I wanna talk about these two so much and I don't even know where to start. That's the major problem of shipping your own OCs, isn't it? (It's not like I can just throw the 50+ page outline I have written for them up on the internet. I have to actually make it palatable/enjoyable for people who aren't me.)

There wasn't much of an idea behind this one when I began, other than me wanting a full-body piece of Tomi where you could actually see his face. But between when I first sketched this out, and now, it happened that Tomi invited her to a midnight rendezvous under a weeping willow they know (a dryad named Berini.) Lili hopes he's finally broken through the mind altering spell (she believes) he's been under for the past few weeks since their reunion. But even if he hasn't, she has no intention of leaving Thymil without him this time.

I really, really do need to write this all out XD or do more half-assed comics.

Anyway... this is probably be my last big piece of the year. Unless it's not. Guess we have a week to find out.

As always, commission link in the source.

[tharkilm]

i adore your boys so much, they're just do charming and i can't deny getting all blushy cuz of your writing which i have been binge reading! just wanted to drip an ask about how would grim and lilac react with handmade gifts made specifically for them? (like say paper or crocheted flowers for grim or small patches for lilac for his scarf or jacket?)

Grim: Crocheted flowers… It’s a rare moment where you’ll see Grim’s face turning strangely serious, though in every positive sense of the word. He breathes silently for a moment, a conscious effort that has seemingly become unconscious due to the amount of time he spends with you, and his sockets seem to turn aglow with light as small ripples of blue magic form at the bottom of them; slowly trailing down his cheeks as they build up more and more.

“What beautiful flowers…” he says, voice deep with emotion as he carefully trails a single phalange over the crocheted petals. He’s overcome by what you’ve done for him, and although you might not understand the full meaning of such a wonderful gift, Grim will ensure that you’ll see how much he appreciates and cherishes them. Truly, they become his greatest treasures, coming up right behind you, of course.

Lilac: His hand will thoughtlessly rub against a hole in his jacket as he looks at the patches you’ve given him. While he may not use them on the scarf, as he’s unwilling to alter it in any way, he’ll really want you to sew the other ones onto his jacket. Seeing you work the seams is fascinating, and the way you handle the project is endearing and sweet. You really don’t have to handle his jacket with such care, but… it warms his soul to see you do it, nonetheless.

The patches become more than what they really are. True, they’ve extended the life of his jacket by preventing the holes from tearing any further, but your intent is now sewn in along with the patches, and so a part of you is forever going on with him. Beneath his hood, he is smiling softly to himself as he trails a hand over a certain patch; one not quite matching the colour of his jacket, but thus it becomes even more wonderful.

[lilybug-02]

Eimmet High...temmiE high. OMG!

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Next update may take...much longer! I have finals and an internship and not to mention I have to draw- A LOT :')

[electrichedonia]

"Well, the feeling's mutual there," Jun chuckled, the breath of his words feathering against John's cheek. Tempting as it was to keep peppering more kisses while he waited for the other's answer, he chose to hold off, pulling back just enough for their eyes to meet again. His own stare wandered as well, slightly hooded while it followed the line of John's nose down to those wonderful lips, then back up, as if trying to memorize each fragment of mingled color in hazel eyes.

They definitely shared a preference for touching their partners. Jun didn't mind a little tying up and whatnot, but only if he could be as sure as possible that it wasn't actually the end of a vampire hunt. Not the best thing to think about at a time like this. Fortunately, John assured an openness to experiment, then skimmed blunt nails up his tattooed back. Jun arched a little, rising subtly from the other's lap for a moment as if to chase the feeling, before he settled again. Gentle or rough? He had practice with both, with ensuring he still limited the latter enough not to injure on accident. Which might make John melt more? Maybe a mix of both?

Lined lashes fluttered at the lips brushing along his throat. He wouldn't dare bite down if it were his mouth on John's neck - not when the other didn't know what he truly was - but the rest of what he could do was more than appealing. And for his own part, he ached for John to bite down, to leave him littered with affectionate ruddy bruises. Even as gentle as it was, the tug on his hair had Jun's lips parting for a soft vocal sigh, eyes closed in a slow blink when their foreheads met. His whole scalp tingled pleasantly, already wanting more, a bit harder too. He might have comparatively more hair to work with, but there was still plenty to card a hand through, painted nails skimming just firm enough not to tickle. A low hum escaped from the back of Jun's throat at the rub of one thumb so close to his clothed groin. Another easy point of common enjoyment; Jun's slanted smile resurfaced.

That smile grew wider, dark eyes alight, at the mention of teasing. And after all that, for John to flush further with an assurance about lipstick marks, Jun followed a whim to kiss the end of the man's nose. Hot and cute all at once; I really lucked out tonight.

"You could probably tell I like hands in my hair too. Kinda sad I tied so much of it back," he admitted, only partly joking. "But I'm pretty sure I'd like your hands anywhere I can get them." Another kiss to John's cheek this time, then a few more leading to the soft skin just below one ear. He could feel John's pulse against his lips like the thuds of a kick-drum, but it wasn't so much a coaxing call as it was pleasant background music. Jun simply pressed another lingering kiss there, fingers curling a little more in John's hair. "'Cause I'd let you tease me," Jun continued in a low whisper. "Until I fold, 'til I'm begging for you." He pressed his hips closer against John's touch. "You can get a little rough if you want, too. I don't mind being manhandled."

Another kiss to John's neck, then another up near his temple. His other hand slid down onto the man's chest, teasing one nipple through the shirt. Half-lidded eyes watched John's face, hoping for enjoyment or at least not discomfort. "I like touches here. ...Both of mine are pierced, actually; made them more sensitive. Wanna see?" They were only simple gold hoops beneath the soft violet cloth of his backless shirt, but they'd accent dusky nipples and contrast nearby fine, dark chest hair.

If it wouldn't have meant manhandling John off his feet, Jun might've obeyed a whim to draw the other somehow even closer against him. Still, it was sorely tempting, especially when one wandering hand slipped beneath his backless tank top. His inhale through his nose came from an audible depth, escaping in a throaty hum almost in tandem with that enticing noise from John.

Jun followed that small pull on his waistband, knowing they were headed for the couch without needing to open his eyes. Whether they stayed there the whole time, or moved to the bed later, could be played by ear. For now, he liked the thought of straddling John's lap too much to steer them anywhere else.

When their kiss parted enough for the shorter man to speak, Jun offered another toothy smile below half-lidded eyes. "You will. Don't think I could stay quiet if I tried." Both hands settled on John's shoulders, to coax the man into sitting first. Jun wasn't far behind, long legs spread wide so he could sit atop the other's thighs with only room to breathe between them. His forearms then draped on those shoulders - lax hands with crossed wrists resting on the back of the couch - as Jun leaned in again, this time to tease a few feather-light kisses over John's cheeks and mouth. "Tell me what kinda stuff you like; positions, kinks, whatever you want," he murmured, a smirk still clinging to dark painted lips. "And I'll tell you mine. We can find out if any ideas match up."

[fisherrprince]

mmmmmooorrreeee balop

[mrmeepsmadmind]

traumatized dickweeds turn to torturing each other so they can distract from the fact that they both need therapy

[iknowicanbutwhy]

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Siffrin & Everyone

Characters: Siffrin, Isabeau, Odile, Mirabelle, Bonnie

Additional Tags: in fast and food, fast food au, oh yeah give it up for the au i made to cope with capitalism and also that one april fools post, bonnie and nille are orphans, misunderstandings, self worth issues, the anxiety of making friends unless you are useful to them, i would love for isa and sif to be dating but you cant just ask someone out at their job, siffrin making bad decisions that turned out well, mirabelle calling out siffrin. you go girl, POV second person, unreliable narrator, its siffrin how reliable can you expect them to be, setting is not france or france-adjacent because i never worked there, oh but i could wish upon a star

Summary:

The best part of any job Siffrin has had, will have, and currently has, will be the people they get to feel some sort of connection with. Even when that connection is inevitably severed. Even if he can barely remember any friends he's had in previous towns they've moved on from. Even when they're.. not really friends, are they? They're just coworkers.

[elyendrya]

Well yeah! Many kinks are practically only sex-involved if the participants choose to bring that into the bedroom. I'm kind of sex-aversive (I can enjoy it, but usually it just makes me anxious), but I indulge in a ton of kink.

Bondage is a great example, as I do a lot of it, but I rarely combine it with sex. Sometimes we're even clothed, though generally I like to leave skin to be marked by the ropes. I enjoy tying people up like an art project, or being tied up, but the bondage is the end goal for us.

Domination and submission are an excellent example because the exchange of power and control can be brought into the bedroom, but it can be just as or more entertaining in other aspects of life. I'm in an M/s dynamic, and spent a weekend with my Owners. While there was a little sex stuff (I gave oral), we could easily have gone the entire weekend with me doing nothing sexual. But I cooked and cleaned (they want to get me a real maid outfit!), practiced my ties and was put in bondage, did lots of sadomasochism (flogging, spanking, and a shock collar), and I was generally a cute object for my Owners to pose, look upon, and play with as they wilt. And it was incredibly arousing without involving any sex.

Tied in with sadomasochism, sensation play is similarly about evoking sensations that may or may not have anything to do with sex. I did a demo for a violet wand, and used it on two subjects. They were naked, and theoretically it could have sexual elements... But really it was about playing with their bodies to evoke sensations that were pleasing to them, and were mostly focused on the upper body.

Dress-up kinks are another category where one can gain significant enjoyment whether sex is involved or not. Leather, latex, harnesses that restrict movement, outfits tied to roleplay, etc. Like I just like being around leather and latex. With leather, I just want to kiss and smell it all over. With latex, I want to feel my fingers over the surface and how the visuals change. It could be combined with sex, but I do not need that addition to enjoy myself.

That list is far from exhaustive, but I hope it expresses how some of the largest categories of kink enable toms of enjoyment without involving sex.

Sex repulsed and hypersexual friends. They're both struggling.

[jojo-schmo]

Just Admit It- Part 1

I've been playing around with possible friendship dynamics of the Beast Council for fun!! I love imagining what kind of childhood they could have in the Forgotten Land all together.

What if Carol and Sillydillo are the fun-loving extroverts? Leon is the introverted one who's been smitten by Carol for a really really long time but he's too shy about it? And Gori is the friend who is an excellent observer and will bluntly tell you what he thinks (and maybe has a tendency to get grumpy when things aren't easily going his way).

Somewhat of a prequel to this other doodle comic about Leon and Carol- everyone here is still a kid ^_^

Part 2

[marshmallowgoop]

I combined footage from my Detektiv Conan Blu-ray with audio from my Case Closed FUNimation DVD and made an HD English dub clip compilation for Episodes 57-58, "The Holmes Freak Murder Case."