#it didn't have a title at first because i saved it as garbage writing

[pyrrhicraven]

How long is the next chapter of the fic that is being updated gonna be?

The short answer is 1000+ as I try to write every chapter of everything I write at least around that and the long and I do mean looooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnng answer is below 🤣

The Last Knight: Chapter 16: 1,466 words (which can change as I edit it) and Chapter 17 is currently in progress at 142 words.

Brooklyn Bros: Chapter 16: Currently sitting at 182 as I accidentally didn't save the chapter 😭(Apparently auto-save got turned off somehow 😵‍💫)

The Devil's Trap: Chapter 24: 156 Honestly I wrote chapter 23 and was trying to plan out what happens next 😂so I haven't actually worked on this much.

Red Windows: Chapter 8: 505 words in 😂 Why are words hard??

Oracle Of The Void Chapter 6: 439 also writers block issues

Is it really a Harem if the Main Character is Aro-Ace? chapter 5: 100 Not sure I like the pairing might change it because it's bugging me and I haven't written much for it.

Tangled Hearts Chapter 18: 643 words. writer's block got me on this one and I just haven't come back to it.

Nova Chapter 8: I've properly plotted this one out now and am in the process of rewriting this one. Most of the chapters are so far similar and have about the same word counts but I haven't written for 8 yet.

Never Be Your King Chapter 9: I've got nothing other than the chapter title as I put this fic on pause for a bit. (Though I didn't mean for this long yikes)

Beneath The Midnight Sky chapter 30: 734 is almost done then I need to edit 😊

Ghost In The Imperial Naval Academy Chapter 4: 593 but I'm also going over the plot and thinking about rewriting the first three chapters again. Not sure if I will or if I'll just post 4 when I'm done though.

Pac-Man Chapter 16: 498. I meannnnn how do you write this nonsense?? I know how-by throwing everything out the window lol

Angel Shrine Chapter 11: sooo Adrien is making a mess, I've rewritten this chapter twice already and hate both. Both are nearly 1000 words of garbage, so yeah probably going to rewrite it a third time.

Red Shift Chapter Two: 344 words currently even though I have it all plotted out (Rare for me) I got stuck if you will lol

Unintended Chapter 20: 292 This fic has been difficult, to say the least. Like wrangling cats really.

Savage Chapter 6: 581. I put this one on hold too due to the massive amount I'm plotting/writing at any given time.

Alchemy Chapter Two: 534 I added a twist last second so now I'm plotting over this one's corpse.

Blind And Frozen Chapter 19: 316 People are not seeing eye to eye for this one so not sure when I'm doing anything more for this one.

A Phantom Caress Chapter 18: 705 at a crossroads of sorts and unsure if I want to continue or run away screaming 😂

Blood Auction: 11,813 words

UNPUBLISHED OR FORMERLY PUBLISHED BUT DOWN FICS

These jerks live in my head rent-free and have done so for at least a year hence some of them with big numbers.

Everything You Need: 4582

Haze: 12,663

Monsoon: 3,323

Vlad:1,876

Emerald Waves:2,122

Darkest Luck: 2,320

Adored by the shadows: 1,832

Life Beneath The Universe: 272

Silver Veil: 300

Untitled Super Mario: 1,265

Rise: 2,656

Hunger: 524

Planet X: 222

[lcftyambiticns]

☠️ ( B) - Valerian )

⚝ ╰     ‘ 𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 ╱ @bonegrieve

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝.

𝒜fter more than two years of them growing close and slowly cultivating their relationship from prisoner and jailer to what could be considered friends, it all shattered like glass against stone when Lorroakan stumbled upon the blade that could slay the child of a 𝐠𝐨𝐝 among Valerian's possessions.

The very blade that had been plunged into his side as he saved Valerian's life —— when he nearly SACRIFICED himself for that wretch.

"You worthless, pathetic CHILD," he spat, circling the kneeling Aasimar with a gaze that could wither the stoutest of hearts, holding the dagger in one hand and his staff in the other.

The wizard rarely ever yelled. But Valerian had accomplished that, to drive the wizard absolutley furious, and he was tempted to hurl the blade into a corner in a fit of rage. He didn't, simply because he was unsure if Valerian would lunge after it like a dog.

Lorroakan's bitterness ran deep, fueled by the injustice of it all. He'd always had to work tirelessly for everything, and there was no room in his heart for pity or sympathy ; particulary not for those who where born with such privilege and still had the nerve to whine. The first time he had seen Valerian's self-inflicted scars, he had held his tongue. But this??

Did he want to kill himself?? Did he want to kill Lorroakan?!

Both of these possibilities made Lorroakan seethe with rage. Cowardly. Pathetic. A BETRAYAL. He had allowed himself to trust Valerian, to confide in him, to treat him as an equal. How wrong he had been, and it had almost cost him EVERYTHING. He came so close to losing his immortality ( his destiny!! ) and the one person he had come to care about in a long time. More than he'd ever admit.

He would make Valerian pay for making him feel so... terrified, he would make him bleed with words that cut like razor blades.

"Oh, to have been blessed like you! Your powers, your station, IMMORTALITY —— What I would have given for such fortune!!" Lorroakan snarled, delivering a hard blow with his staff across Valerian's wings, recalling how much pain it had caused him two years ago.

"You have been handed EVERYTHING on a silver platter, gifts that most could only dream of! Even a THRONE! But you have squandered it all, you ungrateful BRAT, yet you DARE to wallow in self-pity, to moan and groan as if the world owes you something?! You disgust me!!" The wizard now stood before Valerian, towering over him as he raised the staff to lift Valerian's chin.

His cheeks were red with anger, his hazel eyes filled with nothing but contempt, and his voice was eerily calm — more like a hiss — as he spoke with restrained fury.

"You are unworthy of the gifts you have been given, unworthy of the title you bear. I can understand why your father discarded you like yesterday's garbage. And now, to see you turn on me, you cowardly wretch... You... are nothing... but a disappointment."

Send ☠️ for me to write some crippling angst between our muses.

[adamwatchesmovies]

Australiens (2014)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

Australiens walks into the room like it’s about to be your new step daddy but it couldn’t be more wrong. The creativity started and stopped with its title. The rest is all downhill. I can forgive the horrible special effects but the jokes are horrendous and the characters worse.

17 years after a close encounter with a flying saucer, Andi Gibson (Rita Artmann), her brother Elliot (Doug Hatch), and her bandmates Cam (Tamara McLaughlin), Keith (Lawrence Silver), and John (Joe Bauer) spot an alien ship. It’s a full-blown invasion focussed squarely on Australia. Convinced she’s the key to ending the conflict, Andi leads them on a mission to save the world.

I’ll get the special effects out of the way. At best, the aliens’ ship look passable. When they start firing beams and knocking over buildings, it isn’t convincing but you give this low-budget venture a pass. Then, you get to see who pilots those ships and any good faith you might’ve had vanishes. The creatures look so awful you expect them to start giving you directions to some run-down tourist trap or the college multimedia course. Still, you might dock Australiens some points but admit the movie is worth checking out if the writing was worth a damn, which it isn’t.

It takes about 2 minutes for Australiens to make a joke about Uranus. The first time, I'll give it a pass (partially because a child makes the joke) but a similar comedic affront comes around every 20 minutes or so. That’s the level of writing we’re talking about. It’s like the movie is telling you it’s going to be garbage right away with horrible performances and a wig so unconvincing you’re not sure if it’s purposely crap. You’ve run out of fingers to count down things the movie does wrong when it suddenly flashes forward to introduce us to the story's REAL protagonists. At least we're making our way towards the end credits. That's something, right?

Each of our heroes is either an annoying stereotype or irritating for another reason. Andi is obsessed with spacemen, which is understandable considering she saw one as a kid and is witnessing an invasion. Keep that in mind when I say she takes things too far. Even her bandmates are fed up with her talks of little green men. They’ve got bigger things to worry about because they collectively have less musical talent than a carrot. If your protagonist isn’t going to be competent or intelligent, they better be charismatic. Failing this, they better be funny. If not, you get someone like Andi.

The rest of our main characters fare no better. Elliot is one of these cartoon nerds that doesn’t exist in real life. You can predict every single one of his lines from the moment we see him puffing on his ashthma inhaler as a kid. I had given up on the film long before he started talking about a strange lump on his testicles. I hoped it wouldn’t get any worse, but it does. This Tasmania-obsessed script lasts a gargantuan hour and fifty-one minutes. In bad comedy time, that roughly translates to a thousand Earth years.

Once in a while, the movie will manage to catch you off-guard with an amusing gag. Does it redeem it in any way? No. The attempts at humor are so lazy it’s the kind of thing you’d see high schoolers come up with. Seeing it delivered by “professionals” fills you with a level of embarrassment that threatens to be fatal. I know you’re not supposed to take what happens in this story too seriously but there isn’t even any attempt to make the plot make sense and at several points it looks like it’s about to try and tie things together to make multi-layered gags… and then Australiens just gives up. You'll be in agony until its post-credit scene.

Australiens is the kind of movie that’s too pathetic to have a Wikipedia page. No one could enjoy it enough to take the time and effort necessary to write a synopsis worthy of the site. Everyone who hates it (so, everyone who wasn’t involved in its production) will be glad to put as much distance between them and this black hole of humour as humanly possible. (January 22, 2021)

[sparrowwritings]

The Bakery

So I made this in October of 2016 and I did something different than how I normally do. I tried to write it as a stream-of-conscious story, and I feel like it worked okay, though I wasn’t satisfied with the quality by the time I was finished. It takes place in my fantasy world of Carégarn, but because I wasn’t satisfied I didn’t feel like it was good enough to put on the blog I made dedicated to it. 

But this is a blog for my writing so I’ll put it here anyway. This involves my characters who so happen to be gods on their world and @thedovahcat ‘s mortal character Daeglan.

It started with the bakery.

At first glance the shop was ordinary, almost plain. But Daeglan knew better. For you see the bakery’s owner was the kindest, nicest, warmest--dare he say SWEETEST and most magical woman he’d ever met in his 12 years.

She had chestnut brown hair cut to her shoulders and chocolate brown eyes. If he ever dared to look into them, though, HE melted inside. She always smelled of sugar and flour, though Dae rarely saw either on her person. Her face and body were a little rounder than that of most of the townsfolk, but that suited her just fine. Daeglan didn’t know her full name; she insisted on being called “Ms. Baker” by children and adults alike. She smiled easily, but her widest and most genuine ones were reserved for him whenever he walked into her shop.

Every day, he would visit for a pastry and a chat with Ms. Baker. He’d done this since he had first laid eyes on her at the age of 8. Even if Dae didn’t have any money, she’d still give him something small and sweet to eat as long as he’d assured her that he’d been well behaved. Ms. Baker was one of the few adults that would take him seriously when he spoke, even if he was telling a wildly exaggerated story. She was also one of the few townsfolk who didn’t make fun of him for nearly gouging out his eye with a pair of scissors when he was 10(he really shouldn’t have run with those). It was as if she thought of him as an adult already, and that was the best feeling in the world.

Daeglan was absolutely sure that he was in love with Ms. Baker.

Every night he wished he had the courage to tell her about his feelings, and every day he failed to do so. Dae’s mother absolutely knew about his crush and would tease him for forgetting to give her free pastries from the bakery. Dae’s father, on the other hand, was skeptical of the young woman. He wasn’t the only one. Sometimes the boy would pass by townsfolk and overhear them discussing her. There were quite a few rumors surrounding the young woman, especially because she was unmarried and did not make any effort to change that. Daeglan didn’t care, however. How could someone so nice have a dark secret, after all?

It was on a cloudy afternoon that Daeglan walked into the bakery to find someone completely new inside. He couldn’t tell if they were male or female, but they had bright blonde hair, and wore a blue and green outfit that somehow matched the same shades in their mismatched eyes. Where Ms. Baker was round, they were thin. They reminded Dae of a clown, but something about them made him very uneasy. They were sitting on the counter with a smile as if they owned the shop, and Ms. Baker, for once, was frowning. He wasn’t sure what he’d just walked in on, but it clearly wasn’t something good.

The clown person noticed him first. “Ah! And who is this young lad?” Their voice was chipper, but still hard to identify as male or female. Ms. Baker turned to the door and Daeglan could see her face go through several unidentifiable emotions before settling on an apologetic smile. “Daeglan, this is my cousin, Kit.” She indicated the clown vaguely. “She’s just passing through,” Ms. Baker added with a pointed look towards her cousin. Kit didn’t seem to notice, opting to wave cheerfully at the boy. He nervously waved back and made his way to the counter. He didn’t WANT to be near her, but he had to be in order to properly speak to Ms. Baker. Dae held a silver piece to her.

“One please,” he said, pointing to one of the display bread rolls. She stared at the coin for a long moment as if she didn’t know what it was for. It took Kit snapping her fingers a couple of times before Ms. Baker snapped to her senses and retrieved the bread for him. Dae glanced up at Kit. No wonder he’d thought that she was a clown, she had painted on green and blue triangles onto her cheeks like a performer. Her grin was also a little too wide and toothy to be a regular person’s. Somehow the wide smile stretched further as he stared. Dae decided that his time was better spent looking at Ms. Baker’s much more pleasant form.

“What brings you here today, Dae?” Ms. Baker asked as she handed over the roll. It wasn’t anything different than what she normally asked, but he could feel the tension left over from whatever the cousins had talked about before he walked in. Dae had been planning on giving her his gift closer to when he finally had built up the courage to express his feelings, but it seemed like she needed some cheering up. He could always get her something else, later.

“Um. I got you something.” The boy took his present out of his pocket and laid it out on the counter. It was a bracelet made of bronze. A simple swirling pattern was engraved all around the outside. It had taken him months to save up enough to buy it from the merchant that travelled through town every so often. He felt his face burn as he started to sweat.

She picked up the bracelet and examined it fully. It only then occurred to him that his gift might not fit her. If he’d thought to look at Kit, he would have seen her highly amused expression. As it was, Dae was too distracted by Ms. Baker to pay attention to the newcomer. After what seemed to him like an eternity she finally slipped it over her hand. Just when he thought it would get stuck, the bracelet eased onto Ms. Baker’s wrist as if it had been made for her. She smiled at him and it was the first true smile he’d seen from her that day. “This is a very nice gift, Daeglan. Thank you very much.”

Dae’s heart was going to burst if it kept beating the way it was doing right now. He smiled sheepishly back, well aware that face was turning strawberry red. “It it’s, you know I saw it a-and I thought about you and...um, y-you’re welcome.” It was a miracle that he could even be understood through his joy and nervousness. Ms. Baker crooked a finger at him.

“Come here, Dae.” Daeglan swallowed and obeyed. He wasn’t expecting much more than the simple verbal thanks. While he’d certainly had very specific and embarrassing dreams involving Ms. Baker he didn’t imagine she’d do anything like that in reality...would she? Before his racing mind could get much farther, the baker gave him a kiss on the forehead while putting a loaf of bread in his hands. Dae’s face darkened to the color of cherries. All of a sudden he couldn’t think about anything anymore. “Now run along home, please. There’s still some things I need to...discuss with my cousin. It was nice to see you, though.” He automatically nodded and left the shop, his head too full to process anything other than the request in her words.

The very next day she had vanished. According to the townsfolk, Ms. Baker had left just as quickly as she’d arrived. Daeglan was too distraught to pay attention. His love was gone, and he wasn’t sure about much of anything anymore. His mother had assured him that one day he’d meet someone closer to his age and that he’d be head over heels for them. His father was less sympathetic, stating that he knew something must have been going on with the baker woman the entire time. There were other factors that contributed to Dae changing his name to Faires later in life, but this was one that he would not actively remember.

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Matera really liked this town. It was charming in its own little way. The population wasn’t so big that she couldn’t remember the folk that walked into her humble bakery regularly, but it also wasn’t so small that she couldn’t watch people walking by. Being around children again was especially nice. She’d always had a fondness for them, but after her son’s abrupt escape from Carégarn Matera had sought out a chance to interact with them to calm herself.

It was either that or spend a few decades alone in utter despair.

The ruse was simple enough. A bit of magic freely given by the resurgence of faith in the gods was enough to maintain the inventory, and any money she made went to the local sellers for the actual ingredients. Certainly Matera was odd to the townsfolk. The rumors surrounding her were thankfully more focused on her lack of interest in marriage than in her appearance or her personality. She could hide among them for a few years yet before needing to move on. Or so she hoped.

This hope was especially high because of a certain regular customer of hers. Daeglan had been coming into her bakery every day since she’d first seen his wide-eyed stare of awe when he was much younger. Matera humored the child and his obvious attraction more for her sake than his. She loved her family and she adored those who worshiped her, but it was something else to be admired for nothing more than being there in one’s life.

Nothing and noone would ever be able to replace Scorroh, but Daeglan’s innocent crush was quite charming in its own right. Matera hoped to be able to watch him grow out of it and fall in love with someone...well, MUCH closer to his age than her.

The chance of that died the minute Kitchren had materialized in the bakery, leaning on the countertop with a wider grin than usual. At first Matera thought that her cousin was there looking for trouble. Then the lanky clown spoke and she knew it was because trouble had found HER first. Kit was using her ‘you’re in a lot of trouble and I can’t wait to tell you all about it’ tone. “So I hear tell that there’s a baker in a town in the middle of nowhere--”

“Kit, what--”

“--who bakes lovely if quite simple treats--”

“Can you just--”

“--who has QUITE a few stories whispered about her.” Kit gleefully began counting on her gloved hands while Matera pinched the bridge of her nose. “She’s a mage with a dark past. She’s run away from a bad marriage. She was betrothed and left to find her true love. She fought in the war and left everything behind her. And this is the best one: She’s not human because she hasn’t aged in the five years she’s been living here!” With this last revelation, Kitchren splayed her hands to her sides and shook them merrily.

So that was it. Matera had forgotten to age herself during her time here. She’d been hoping that no one would have noticed. She sighed. “And you just NEEDED to come and tell me this.”

The clown sat herself on the counter. “But of course! You were too busy playing shopkeep to notice or care, so I took it upon myself to care for--”

“I understand,” Matera pointed a finger at Kit as her temper flared. “That you known are the Queen of Lies for good reason. You would do well to not be obvious about your lying right now.” Instead of taking her cousin’s tone of voice as the threat that it was, the clown laughed.

“You caught me there. Your brother was worried about you.” Kit rolled her mismatched eyes. “I’m sure he said something about your emotional state and when the mortals would eventually demand answers but I really wasn’t paying attention to that in particular.” She waved a gloved hand dismissively. Matera frowned. “Though he did make a fair point by saying that five years in one place is far too much time in mortal terms. It’s time to move to...well perhaps not GREENER pastures, but certainly a new place.”

While Matera mulled this over, the bell to the front door rang. Daeglan walked into the shop, greeted by the blue-and-green clown. What followed was a series of calculated actions with him compared to her much more free interactions of the past. She knew he could sense this, and he made it obvious by giving her the bracelet. It was simple, and didn’t fit without a little magic manipulation, but Matera knew that the boy had given the gift in earnest. She had to give him something back just as earnestly. A kiss and a loaf seemed to do the trick. While he was stunned silent, he was eager to please and obeyed her readily. As soon as the boy had left, Matera frowned once more.

“I’m going to have to break the boy’s heart.” Kitchren, as amused as ever, chuckled her agreement.

“You were going to have to anyway,” The clown pointed out. “Even if the gap between you was only decades wide, he’d grow out of it anyway. They always do.”

“I know.” Matera sighed. “That doesn’t mean I wanted to leave this suddenly.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Kitchren waved again. “Mortals are flimsy in most ways and humans even moreso, but you have to admire their ability to bounce back from such things. In the meantime I’ll leave you to your preparations. I’ve got more mischief to get to.” With that, she vanished.

The next couple of decades passed in a blur. Matera moved from town to town, staying when she could and blessing those she found worthy of such a thing. She could finally understand her cousin Artad’s desire to keep travelling and rarely settle. It was not a life she could sustain, however. Matera became tired of not seeing the same faces twice, of having to learn the local culture, of not being able to sleep in her own bed.

It was because of these that when she reached a town with a large farming community she decided to stay. Matera wasn’t sure what she would do, but anything would be better than returning to her true house and feeling Scorroh’s absence there. Cider would be fine. Rotin was not the best of caretakers, but at least he would not be alone in raising his little brother.

She had been deep in thinking about her brothers when the little boy started clinging to her skirts. Matera looked down, only to lose her breath. The boy could not have been older than five. He had a mop of untamed brown hair, slightly dirty cheeks and a pout that seemed too big for his small face. It was his eyes that caught her attention, however. They were a bright blue, and gleaming with unshed tears. Even from this “introduction” she knew that he was nothing like Scorroh had been when he was that age. The similarities still struck her.

Matera knelt on the dusty ground to make eye contact with him. With her softest voice she asked, “What’s the matter, dear?”

His voice was so small, so upset. “I lost my dad. He said he’d be back in a few minutes but I can’t find him and now I’m lost and and and--” Finally the dam spilled over, cutting lines into the soil on his face. Matera started to gently shush him, patting at her skirts for the pocket that held her handkerchief. Before she could, the boy latched onto her dress front and started to bawl into the material. She gently patted his back as he did so, not minding the growing wet stain.

It was when he’d finally finished crying that a panicked man dashed past them, only to double back once he’d realized who was there. “Jer!” the man scooped the boy into his arms and held him tight. Matera merely smiled and stood to dust off the road dirt while father and son talked over each other. The man was familiar. She thought it was because she half recognized the scar on his face. It was nice to see a man so devoted to his son, though, so she did not think too hard about the subject.

After a few minutes of chatter that the man noticed her and slightly bowed. “Thank you so much for finding him, ma’am. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t.” His eyes went from her face to the wet spot on her dress. He smiled sheepishly. The boy, Jer, noticed as well and hid his face in his father’s shirt. “And for, uh, handling the waterfall.”

Matera smiled. “It was nothing, really.”

The man scratched the back of his head, still easily holding his son with his other arm. Again, there was that sense that she KNEW him from somewhere. “I feel bad for putting you in that position, though. I’ve got to thank you somehow.”

Matera thought about this for a moment. “Well, I’ve been travelling for a while and I’ve finally decided that I wish to stay here.” She indicated the area around her. “I don’t suppose you know if there’s a spare room at the inn I could stay at until I’ve found a job?” He nodded.

“I can get the old man to let you stay for a few days at least. After that you’ll either have to pay or find someplace else, I’m afraid.”

“That will be enough for now, thank you…?”

“Oh I’m so sorry about that.” With the arm not holding his son, the man held out a hand. “Daeglan Faires. And this is Jerran.” Jer looked at Matera and nodded.

All at once she remembered. He had been the boy that had visited her in the bakery so long ago. He’d given her the bracelet that she still cherished. And now here Dae was, living in the town that she now wanted to live in. He’d changed his surname and had a family and now her she was in his life again.

Matera would have wondered if the gods were playing a cruel joke on her, except that she was one of them. Despite the epiphany, she managed to smile and take his hand in hers. “Matera Cook.” It was a surname she’d used on occasion while travelling. She hadn’t intended on using her real name, but it was too late to take back her words. Daeglan raised an eyebrow. “My parents were...shall we say very blatant with their naming.” It wasn’t entirely a lie.

“I can see that. Here, let me show you the way to the inn.” He hesitated a little, glancing at their still entwined hands but made no move to let her go. “And ah, I hope we can find each other again in much less tearful times.” Matera smiled at him, letting him take the lead and also not letting go.

“I’d like that.”

[viovio]

Ok I've seen u rb Castlevania stuff, which of the games have u played, if any? Do u have a fave character?

YES YESSSSS OHMY GOD I've played so much of the games I'll list em now!!

my interest in castlevania started when i was super young and still had a ds, got a lot of nice childhood memories and the two games i remember vividly other than warioware touch was castlevania dawn of sorrow and order of ecclisia. I didn't quite understand the plot then since i was 4 and just loved the beastiary and sprites, music and gameplay BUT i remember having a huge crush on shanoa. I only made new save files everytime for the first 30 minutes in game cuz i could never get far or know what to do, that was for my dad!!

ANYWAYS years later me and my siblings liked to watch bossrush compilations of said games since it bought back memories, though my interest would hit back full swing until my dad decided to watch the netflix series with us around 2019 (which i now know is garbage.)

THEN it was my major interest, dad decided to teach us how to emulate roms and the very first cv title I've played in a long time was symphony of the night, i found i really enjoyed the game so we got more!!

I can't exactly name them in order but from then on i have played: a bit of lament of innocence (didn't enjoy its 3d perspective :( though i am insane about the characters), portrait of ruin, aria of sorrow, harmony of dissonance (didn't finish it..) and because of the collection on the PS4, rondo of blood! I wanna finish dawn too but the touch seal function is a hassle on PC roms.... might get back to it though!

FOR FAVORITE CHARACTERS I AM INSANEEE for soma sonia shanoa and leon. Some are more barebones than the other two well-developed charas (shanoa without a doubt having the best writing) but if there's one thing I like it's making it DEEP. since i already explained why shanoa and soma would be favs i can't say i have much to say w sonia and leon. I dunno what drew me to them but i had INSANE lore like sonia is canon in both the main timeline and her games timeline with her being the matriarch in that one. with everything leons barely got going on I've rewritten a lot of loi for him and for sara and all the other cast since they're favs in and of themselves, they're just SO fascinating and with that i made a bunch of OCS too including his daughter bianca who i adore

[stormbornwithblackfyre]

My Game of Thrones S8 Rant.

At this point we have two episodes left in the entire Series of Game of Thrones and to be completely honest it's been underwhelming, disappointing, and rushed, which now that the honeymoon period of having my almost 2 year wait end i can clearly see.

The writing is the main issue I have with all of this. It all comes back to the writing. Too many times gor too many occasions have I asked "why?" It just feel like too many things don't make sense and too many things were done to be overtly dramatic and shocking, instead of leaning on the STORY and NARRATIVES which we as a fandom has been salivating over for the entire series.

Let's start with "The North" and their whole Saga and the Dilemma with The Night King, White Walkers, and AotD. An evil that was shown do us from the very first episode, very first scene if i am not mistaken. An ancient and evil magic, that the living will have to deal with, that the living will have to overcome or become just more members if the AotD. THAT was the driving force of S7 basically. The reason Jon and Dany meet? Dragonglass mountain under Dragonstone. Dragonglass? Oh, just ine of the 3 ways you can kill members of the AotD. The reason every main charachter besides a certain red head *Insert word here cause I'm trying my bet to not name call* showed up for a summit in the Dragonpit IN KING'S LANDING OF ALL PLACES? Oh, just to show Cersei a wight in an attempt to convince her to help fight which was an idiotic plan in it's own right. Bottomline is the Night King and his Army was a driving force and tbh i appreciate focussing one half if the last season on him and the other on Cersei. Issue is Cersei conventionally should have been hit with a "Fire Style Fireball Jutsu"

Off rip cause that was the easiest and SMARTEST MOVE. But i digress this is avout S8. So i have no conv eptyal plab with the amount of time in episodes gi en hi the threat north but the dialogue and context are what begin my frustrations.

Everything feels rushed immediately, as evidenced by Bran

Dropping the bomb of the wall falling and Viscerion being controlled by the NK. Now the pace quickens and thats cool but it gets jumbled and stats jumbled. Which makes the North and their resistance to Jon bending the knee so weird....or weirder than it already is. Yes you want independence. Yes you want to be held out of wars. Yes want to be isolated but.......THE WHITE WALKERS ARE COMING FOR YOU FIRST AND JON WAS YOUR KING. HE LEFT WITH NOTHING BUT DA(D)VOS AND A FEW GOOD MEN AND RETURNED WITH TWO ARMIES, TWO DRAGONS, AND WARS SUPPLY OF DRAGON GLASS AND A GODSDAMN QUEEN.....Why in gods name are any of them so cold and hesitant to people helping thwm when they didn't have to? Or at the very least why thorough the very end of that war does it last?

Which brings me to a certain Red head. Sansa Stark has cause way more friction and problems than necessary this season amd it's so ridiculous and petty and stupid that legitimately gwt upset thinking about it. Upset about Jon not telling you he was going to bend the knee? Fair point. Ask him why and how he bent the knee maybe hmm? Want to stand your ground and show Dany you are a Wolf of Winterfell amd wont be taken down without a fight? I respect the chutzpah but Dany is here to save the North and literally gave you the warmest of hellos along with layer on telling you tje obvious that she loves your brother after you state the obvious that he loves her too. Maybe sit down and discuss the fate Winterfell and the North after the war is won before the war begins hmm? Mad Two armies, Two Dragons, and A Queens entourage now must be housed? THEN DIE ON YOUR GODSDAMN OWN AND JOIN THE ARMY OF THE GODSDAMN DEAD......Sansa and her pettiness and nothing. NOTHING...of use to the season until she breaks a swear to her own brother. Now we all know biologically they are cousins but They grew up Brother and Sister tho not the beat relationship. She swore to him i front of Their other Brother and Sister in the Godswood no less that she wouldn't tell a soul.......and then goes and Tells Tyrion. Why? Please. Anyone. Anyone please tell me why. I have zero clue. Break an oath to the man who was a brother to you? Why? You don't want Daenerys, the woman who saved your entire country from Death's icy grip, as tge Seven Kingdom's queen? Why? None of it makes sense. None. And for those who dare say she's "Playing the Game" No she isn't Triple H amd no it's not time to play the game it's time to think rationally.

Next up is the choices made by the writers that just rubbed me the wrong way and shot down my faith in the show. First and foremost Sam and the Tarly reveal. Absolute ridiculousness. Randyll Tarly, Sam's father, basically said to Sam: You aren't what a real man is, you aren't what a Lord should be, you are garbage. Go to the Wall or I'll take you out back and end you myself.

Now, person who may or may not read this, I don't know about you but i would tap dance on the grave of my father if he said and did to me what Randyll did to Sam. Period. End of discussion. On to Dickon *Insert snicker here* Tarly. I would have less hate for him but still no love. Dickon was now heir. Dickon was now going to get all the land and wealth and possesions and titles that nelonged to Sam simply do to patriarchy and age. (which is another discussion but we all know is how GOT is governed) So I have no clue why sam is boo hooing about either of the two. Now here's the kicker. Randyll Tarly....along with Dickon Tarly...COMMITED TREASON. TREASON AGAINST THE HOUSE THEY WERE SWORN TO FOR GENERATIONS. They also HAD. A. CHOICE. Death or Bend the knee. They chose death. End of story. Sam being a little shook? Understandable. Full fledged sobs? Stop watching Lifetime movies D & D.

That leads to Sam telling Jon, R+L=J with spite and anger which in all honesty is bullshit and Sam is a bullshit friend for it. You can't tell your supposed best friend his life was a lie n an attempt to get back at someone who honestly did you no wrong. Just bad decisions all around and feels lazy on top of it all.

Then comes the shock and awe that really just.....*Deep sigh* takes away from it all. No issue with Arya saving us. Being the hero that kills the NK. Being the Princess who was promised. But wait.......It was shock value? This was a decision made 7 years into this show? Not off rip? Jon and the NK stare downs were.....just stare downs? While all along we learn nada of the NK? Shock value is a no go most times and this is why. No substance. No merrit. Ep 4 references Arya as the hero....maybe 3 times in small passing. It just felt l like it didn't matter. More shock that was there dor shocks sake was Rhaegal dying. How did Dany not see them? Why did Dany not see them? HOW WAS I THE ONLY ONE PRESENT THINKING TO MYSELF THEY'LL BE AMBUSHED? Tyrion too drunk? Jon to tired with having to Defend Dany against Sansa because Sansa on that bullshit? Varys all of a sudden cant get information? Like how was THAT not foreseen and how wans every boltshot at Rhaegal a guranteed hit? The most shock value of all was Missandei, former slave and a POC being re chained and then killed in a foreign land by a foreign person(who's Caucasian as you guessed) for nothing. It was a heart stabber indeed and makes you want to see Dany destroy Cersei and Grewworm sestroy the Mountain but unnecessary.

All in all I'm real hurt. Real hurt. Totally prepared to wipe S8 from my mind and have GOT with S7. If you read any of this, welcome to my ted talk, sorry for rambling haha.