#and it generates the most bland looking thing you ever saw

[m4nj1r0s]

Slightly!Yandere Shinichiro general headcannons

Note: I went off-track a little with cute moments 😭

- SIMP. You’ve probably heard it 100 times, so let me be the 101st, he is a SIMP.

- Has your picture as his lock screen and Home Screen, has a polaroid of you two in the back of his CLEAR phone case, another polaroid in his wallet and a framed picture of the two of you in his shop.

- Looks at you with love-hearts in his eyes whenever you’re talking. It could be about the economical state of the world and he’d still listen intently just because you’re the one saying it.

- Everyone says he doesn’t have any skills with girls, which is true, but he is genuine and that’s already better than the majority of men.

- Will hug and kiss you in front of his friends because he literally does not care what they think. They’ll all probably groan and tell him it’s gross.

- Has accidentally blown a puff of smoke in your face from a cigarette and when you started to cough he panicked. Got you a cute teddy bear to say sorry though.

- Has your skincare and makeup routine memorized, and products. This man knows your shade and the brand you use for foundation and concealer. Always stocks it up for you when he sees you’re running low. Loves to watch you apply skincare and makeup and will get flustered if you ask him to put it on for you.

- Is always so gentle with you. He hasn’t hurt you, and won’t ever. Not even accidentally. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him!

- Benkei and Takeomi give him bad girl advice. Wakasa knows better but he’s never around when the other two give Shinichiro advice… When he tries it with you, he gets genuinely shocked when you tell him you don’t like whatever he tried.

- One time, he asked you if you were on your period because you were mad at him, and when you asked him why the hell he would ask that, he replied “Takeomi told me that you’d think I was attentive and knowledgeable about women’s hormones if I asked you!!”

- They’re probably the reason he doesn’t get girls tbh

- But he has you, he doesn’t need anyone else.

- He does get jealous super easily. He doesn’t even know how he pulled you in the first place, but he WON’T lose you.

- Has and will use his connections from the Black Dragons to beat anyone who tries to get with you. He’s not going to get his hands dirty (probably because he doesn’t know how to) if he has people to do it for him.

- Celebrates every little milestone in your relationship. Expects you to remember as well. Like, what do you mean you forgot this is the anniversary of the first time he fed you?!

- Dreams of a nice, domestic life with you in the future whenever he sees you with Emma and Mikey. He wants 4 kids and a nice house by his grandpa’s dojo.

- Mikey and Emma LOVE you. You’re their big sister now! Especially Emma. It’s hard for her in an all male household, so you’re her rock when it comes to things her brothers and grandpa don’t understand.

- Emma loves to do girl things with you, like face-masks, doing nails and gossiping about boys you guys like. Although it’s only really Emma who talks about boys she likes, since she’ll get grossed out if you talk about Shinichiro in a romantic manner. That’s her stupid, goofy older brother after all..

- Mikey is constantly asking you if Shinichiro is paying you to pretend to be his girlfriend because you’re wayyyyy out of his league! Shinichiro is a bland 4 and you’re a 10!!

- Mikey and Emma definitely crash your guys’ dates sometimes. Especially if you guys are going on a picnic or to the mall.

- Grandpa Sano likes you as well, you’re keeping Shinichiro from getting into trouble and being a goof. Although, most of that is just how he is.

- Mikey definitely introduces you to Draken as his big sister. And Draken probably sees you as his big sister too, you guys probably do have cute moments.

- One time, you saw Draken sat on a bench on his own and you took him to the convenience store and got him candy to cheer him up and talk about why he was looking down. Mikey joined you guys half-way through with a bag of dorayaki (no, he did not share).

- All in all, you guys are a cute ass couple and the kids all look up to you two.

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[c0sm1c-c01nc1dence]

Red

✧ Pairing: Hunter x human!reader ✧

✧ Content/warnings: Soulmate AU, takes place during season 3, use of the word ‘damn’ once, the title is bland and I’m sorry, Hunter and the reader are both dorks, first post on here!! ✧

The “rules” for soulmates, as it were, were pretty straightforward. You see everything in the color of your soulmates eyes. Once you make eye contact with them you can see in full, proper colors. Seems simple enough, doesn’t it? Well, not for you, it wasn’t.

You, for the past sixteen or so years of your life, had been seeing nothing but red. Different shades, thank god, but red nonetheless. And to be frank, you were getting pretty damn fed up with it. The thing is that no one naturally has red eyes. And you would know; you’ve googled it maybe a thousand times already.

So you were fairly certain you didn’t have a soulmate, and this was all some cruel joke from the universe. But life marches on, so there’s no time to dwell on that, is there?

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Another day at Gravesfield’s high school, bland as ever. At least until you caught a glance at your friend Luz. Rather, former friend. She’d been acting weird ever since she came back from that ‘reality check’ camp. And not standard Luz weird, no— she’d been avoiding you since then. Acting like she didn’t know you at all whenever you approached her, not to mention her sudden lack of interest in anything she used to like. The Good Witch Azura books, most notably.

So, needless to say, you were a bit surprised at her new look. Curly hair, a new scar over her eyebrow, and a general air of seasonal depression about her. Even though your recent interactions hadn’t gone so smoothly, you couldn’t help but ask. You were still allowed to care about her.

“Luz?” You called out from down the school hallway. She turned her head in your direction, and you could practically see the stars in her eyes when she saw you. She ran towards you, almost tackling you in a hug. Stumbling backwards, you hesitantly returned the gesture. “Good to see you too?” You awkwardly pat her back, unsure of what to do at the moment.

“Y/N, I am so glad to see you! Oh, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” She backed away and wiped a small tear from her eye.

“We saw each other yesterday, though?” You chuckled, still perplexed by this whole situation. “Seriously, what’s going on? You’re kinda acting like you just came back from war right now.” Her face fell slightly, but her smile quickly returned.

“Meet me at my house once school’s done, ok? I have… a lot to tell you.” You nodded, and watched her just walk away casually after that interaction.

“Cool. Good talk, I guess?”

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“So, if I’m following,” You began, now in the Noceda family’s living room. “You didn’t go to summer camp, but instead spent several months in a fantasy world, and the Luz I’ve been interacting with is actually a shape-shifting basilisk.” You pointed to Vee, who nodded shyly. “And in this fantasy world you became a witch, made a bunch of new friends, and got a girlfriend.” You left out the details involving Belos and the Collector, deciding that you didn’t need to recap whatever nonsense was going on there.

“Yeah, actually. You’re handling this surprisingly well.” Luz noted.

“I think I’m still in shock, to be honest.” You laugh a bit in disbelief. You couldn’t begin to comprehend what she’d been through during those months, and you kind of didn’t want to. “So, more importantly, do I get to meet these new people?” You questioned, and her face brightened.

“Of course! They’re upstairs, so let me go get them and I’ll be right back.” You waited downstairs with Vee, exchanging basic small talk. She apologized for the whole ‘impersonating one of your few friends’ thing, which was nice of her. Eventually Luz came back, new friends and girlfriend following behind her.

“Alright! Everyone this is Y/N.” You gave a polite wave, quickly scanning over the group. “Y/N, this is Willow, Gus, Amity, and Hunter.” You got a proper look at all of them as she said their names, your eyes landing on the blond last. Wait a minute, blond?!

As it would turn out, when you made eye contact with Hunter you could suddenly see a lot more colors. He clearly noticed this as well, as a light blush was present on his cheeks and ears. You could feel some heat rise to your own face as well.

“Y/N, is everything okay?” Luz asked, noticing your stunned silence.

“I, uh…” you stumbled over your words like an idiot, still staring at him. Saving what little dignity you had left, your phone dinged from your pocket. Checking the notification, you gave an awkward smile and held it up to the group. “Oh! You know what, that’s my dad. He probably wants me home for dinner!” You put your phone back in your pocket, and began approaching the door. “I’ll see you guys later, okay, bye!”

You got the words out as quickly as you could, and bolted as soon as the door was open. You ran back to your house, face still flushed from embarrassment and being generally flustered, leaving a room full of witches (and one human) awfully confused.

“Hunter, what was that about?” Willow asked, as he still stared at the spot where you once were.

“Um- good question.”

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Later that day, Hunter knocked on the door to Luz’s bedroom.

“Come in.” She said idly, distracted by whatever she had been playing on her Switch. He entered her room, hands anxiously fidgeting at his sides. There wasn’t a particularly easy way to say this, so he just bit the bullet.

“So, you know the whole thing with your soulmate, and how you’ll only see in their eye color until you make eye contact?”

“Yeah?” She encouraged, curiosity evident in her tone.

“Well, it’s possible that maybe, perhaps, Y/Nismysoulmate.”

“What?!” She immediately paused her game, and whipped around to face him. “Really?! Tell me everything!” She sat on the ground and patted the spot next to her, encouraging him to sit down. He did so, face red from having to explain the whole ordeal.

“There’s nothing to tell! I used to only see e/c, I looked at them, now I can see every color, and they— I always thought your hair was black, by the way— and they just ran away!” As Luz sat and processed this information, Hunter continued thinking out loud. “Did they not like me or something? Is it because I’m from the Boiling Isles?” He questioned, grabbing the pointed tips of his ears. Cutting his rambling short, Luz spoke up.

“No, I don’t think so. They were always interested in fantasy like I was. Maybe they were just a bit overwhelmed?” She suggested. He sighed.

“I guess that could have been it.” He said, though the anxiety was still clear on his face.

“Hey, how about I try to get them to come over this weekend? You guys can talk about it then.” He nodded, and watched her grab her phone to message you. Titan, he hoped she was right about this.

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A few days had gone by since the whole incident with Hunter. You had been avoiding him since then, though you honestly weren’t sure why. If you had to, though, you’d say it was probably out of shock. I mean, you were convinced you didn’t have a soulmate for years. And now this incredibly good-looking boy comes in from another realm, and he’s supposedly perfect for you? It’s absurd!

Though it was also worry. How would a relationship between the two of you even work out? He’d have to go home eventually, and you probably couldn’t come with him. Maybe he wouldn’t even like you after the way you left the other day, and he’d reject you before you even had a chance. That’d put a quick and easy end to all this.

You’d been really sick of the color red these past couple days. You usually were, but now it was for an entirely different reason.

Though you couldn’t avoid your problems forever, despite your best efforts. Luz had invited you over for a board game night to celebrate the two of you reuniting. And, well… who were you to say no?

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The day finally came, and it had been going relatively well so far. No one else seemed to know what had happened or why you left that first time you came over. Though you and Hunter had been carefully dancing around each other the whole time. It seemed neither of you were equipped to talk about your feelings at the moment. But were you really ever?

Eventually you saw him slip out the front door. With a sigh, you decided to finally face the problem. No use in stalling any more than you already have. After telling Luz that you were going outside for a moment, you stepped out and saw Hunter sitting on the steps leading to the front door. He turned around at the noise, and immediately turned back the other way when he saw it was you. Wordlessly, you sat down next to him. After a moment, he finally broke the silence.

“You look really nice.” You glanced at him, and saw the pink dusting his face. You smiled at the way his blush would spill out onto his ears.

“Thanks, but I’m not really wearing anything special.”

“I know,” He continued, finally meeting your eyes. “I just mean, like- you look nice. You’re really cute.”

“Oh.” You said, quite simply, now blushing a bit as well. You looked at the ground beneath you, pondering how exactly to go about this. “So, this whole ‘soulmate’ thing, huh?”

“Yeah.” Was all he managed. His hands toyed with his pants, still a bit nervous about this whole ordeal. Unable to find the words he wanted, Hunter just looked out at the surrounding neighborhood for a bit. Eventually, though, he said the one thing that was on his mind at the moment. “So… what do we do now?”

“Well, if I may suggest something scandalous?” His blush deepened at your words, but quickly faded as he watched you intertwine your hand with his own.

“Wow, and we’re not even married yet.” He joked. You put your free hand up defensively.

“I know, I know! What can I say, I like to live on the edge.” He laughed, and you silently basked in the sound. You set your eyes on the sky above you, a handful of stars already visible in the late evening’s light. Maybe red isn’t half bad after all.

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[lemondragoncheesecake]

Bored: General Kai x Reader Smutfic

Kinks: outdoor, spontaneous, riding, roughness, some mild cum inflation, Kai denying you aftercare because he's a jerk, etc.

It was one of those slower days. There wasn't much to do, now that camp had been cleaned up and you and Kai were traveling again- you never knew where, exactly, for the most part you just followed Kai around wherever he felt like going on this strange mission of his. You never minded, really, just enjoying the ride and his company while it lasted.

But it was a slow day, all the same. Boring, dull, just you, him, the road, and the quiet, bland monotony of the forest for miles all around. That, and the intense silence finally got to you. You sighed loudly.

"I'm borrrrrred," you hadn't intended to whine (you know how he felt about whining), but you couldn't help it; besides, even a little irritation from him might be entertaining.

He glanced at you for a moment, frowning, his eyes roaming up and down your body. Your muscles tensed. Then the corner of his lip slowly turned up in a smirk.

"Bored, huh? Maybe I could help with that."

That was far from the expected response. You paused where you were, and then blinked at him for a moment. Your muscles relaxed. But then confusion turned to curiosity, and you returned his smile. "Oh? How so?"

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in, his breath warm against your ear. "...Hope you're in the mood."

And with no more than that, he lifted you off your feet and slung you across one of his large shoulders. His head was tilted slightly to the side, avoiding poking you with his horns. The grip he had on you was steady, and one of his hooves squeezed your rear; you didn't have to guess what he wanted. Your face flushed.

He hummed a tune, occasionally bouncing you and chuckling whenever you made a slight grunt or noise of protest. There was a clearing here, isolated save for the ring of trees and brush, and he set you down on a boulder and immediately began to loosen the ties on your clothes. You assisted, heart hammering; oh, this was definitely going to be fun.

For his part, undressing was easier. All he needed to do was take off his belt, and then his cock was free, burgeoning out from his crotch. You saw it, and your legs immediately fell open. Kai chuckled and then gently pinned you against the rock. He wasn't the one for teasing or foreplay, and neither would you have allowed it; you were both impatient, your mutual arousal as sudden as it was consuming, and consume and consummate you did- immediately. He never wasted a second.

Kai released a long, content sigh as he eased his way in, and then he pressed his cheek against yours, the coarse stubble scratching your softer skin. You settled into the stretch with a quiet moan, then wrapped your legs around his broad waist. It had taken much work to get to this point, that he could almost hilt in you, and none of that effort had been easy: but by the gods, was it rewarding.

Then he started thrusting, slowly at first, ensuring you were comfortable and settled before he found a nice pace that suited you both, and the momentum started to build. Kai lifted your leg, placing it over his shoulder. You grunted softly, and then he picked up his pace, hitting some places just right, and you moaned louder. But a little longer, and the position began to wear; the friction on your skin from the rock beneath you was starting to chafe. You winced and reached up, placing a hand on his chest.

"Switch places?" It was a somewhat timid request- it had to be, you never really knew just how Kai would react to certain things, and this was one of them- not that he would ever hurt you physically, of course, such a thing was unthinkable; You just never knew how he'd respond to any given suggestion.

There was a pause. You tensed. He looked down at you for a moment, though those glowing green eyes didn't expose any of his thoughts, even as they searched into yours. You held your breath, wondering to yourself if maybe you had made the wrong suggestion at the wrong time- but then Kai sighed.

"...Alright."

Then he gently pulled all of his length out of you and laid on his back on the ground, patting his thigh invitingly.

You sat up. "...We don't have to," You said, "I was just-"

"Just get up here before I change my mind," he said, but there was nothing genuine in the threat. You obediently climbed up, straddling his waist, and he held his member steady as you lowered yourself onto it, though it was already erect enough.

His cock filled you again, and you bit your lip to suppress a moan- though Kai quickly corrected that. He reached up, pressing one the flat end of the cleft that acted as his thumb against your chin, right under your lower lip. His other hand pushed against your inner thigh, spreading your legs a little bit wider. One thrust upwards, rough, fast, and you let out a much louder cry.

"That's better," he chuckled, and laid his head back down. His hoof squeezed your thigh, running up and down the sensitive skin. "I want you loud. Don't make me force you again."

And you made sure he didn't; soon you were moaning shamelessly, gasping his titles between thrusts, screaming his name, your body trembling from the pleasure he worked out of you.

He tilted his head back, running shallow grooves into the soft dirt with his horns. The motion exposed all of his throat to you, and you took the opportunity to kiss his Adam's apple. A rumbling chuckle was his response. The clefts of his hooves ran into the folds of your hips, and then dug in, keeping a steady purchase on you as you gently moved up and down.

Eventually, the pace began to pick up. His snorts came in quicker and faster, and his grip on you tightened- you were going to have bruises, but you couldn't say you cared. The building surge you felt was causing your muscles to tighten, and you gripped his wrists with all your strength (miniscule, compared to his- you wouldn't even leave a mark) just to hold on to something to keep you grounded- and then he grunted again, a lower sound more like a bellow, and then you were screaming his name, and then your mind went entirely, blissfully blank.

Every nerve was alight with ecstasy. The general grunted again, and you felt his cum filling you, felt him move his hips just to keep it from spilling out, and then there was a sense of perverted pride in you: pride that you could take so much of him, and hold his load.

As soon as you thought it was over, you made to climb off of him, but then his grip on your hips tightened. You looked down at him. He smirked.

"I'm not done with you yet," he growled.

Of course, being a Spirit Warrior had its perks: nearly limitless stamina being but one of them. An excited thrill ran down your spine, and blood rushed to your groin anew. Kai grinned and pulled you back down, and you screamed again in delight. Shame was long gone from you; you were alone, anyway, and even if he was taking you in the middle of a crowded spice market you wouldn't have cared.

Kai used you like an object. His cock pounded up into your core, slamming certain nerve bundles just so, his hips forcing yours to move with them or be bashed- and you loved every second of it- tenfold, when he would stop suddenly, full hilt, just as he came. Sometimes you came first, others he did, and the best times came when you both reached that peak together. It was rough and loud and sloppy, and you couldn't ask for better.

Yet another climax was coming, you could feel it in the way his muscles tensed under you, how his pace suddenly increased; then he groaned, his back arching, hilting right at that sweet, sweet moment.

"There you go," he said, his voice barely more than a low, cocky purr, "full enough? Or should I fill you again?"

Now that he had allowed your nerves time to settle down this time (such rare consideration for your mortal state), you could actually feel the other sensations in your body; the soreness, the ever so slightly painful tinge of the bruises from his grip, bruises he rubbed so gently now...how incredibly, satisfactorily full your belly was.

But you couldn't take any more: that was clear. You were soaked in sweat, shaking, and exhausted. You tried to swallow past a throat gone dry and scratchy from all of your cries and screams of pleasure earlier, tried to answer him, but couldn't get anything out. Kai raised his brows, but the smirk on his face was telling. You swallowed and tried again:

"Th-thank you...Sir, but I think...I don't think I can take anymore."

Kai chuckled and released another sigh- longer, softer and more content than any other thus far. He lifted you slightly, then began to pull out of you, a slow process that made even more of a mess, leaving you strangely empty and sore- though you couldn't say you minded much. You shifted, laying on top of him with your head on the pillow of his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you warm even as your bodies began to cool.

A soft moment- You catching your breath, only you, him letting you, simply enjoying this as it was- and then you heard a noise. You pressed your ear against his chest. It began to vibrate softly, and then a long, low note began to emit from somewhere deep in his belly. A sound he rarely made, save during moments like this- moments when he was truly content and at peace.

You glanced up at his face. He had his eyes closed, his expression softened in a way you had only ever seen once or twice, again only exclusive to these rare occasions. Beneath you, his chest rose and fell and vibrated at an even, soothing rhythm. He wasn't asleep, though: spirit warriors had no need of sleep.

In a way it was almost as if he was obliging you by pretending to sleep whenever you slept, and letting you lay on him like this while you did it. You were very tired, especially after what just happened, but you couldn't help but stay awake and ask just one more little thing from him. Your hand reached up, gently tugging on his moustache. Kai snorted.

"Still bored?" He grumbled, his eyes still closed.

"Hm. Maybe-" his eyes didn't open, but you felt his grip tighten on you again, and he began to grind against you, your rear pressing against the base of his member. You realized the danger you would unwittingly bring on yourself, and you were quick to correct it. "-I mean- no, but..."

Kai stopped grinding and chuffed. His grip loosened. "Hm. Well, if you want, you could get started on the fun part," he said.

That piqued your curiosity. "Fun part?"

He opened one eye slightly, smirking at you. He cast a glance at the clothes strewn everywhere behind you, and then at the mess between your bodies, then back up at you again. His smirk grew.

You gazed at the mess, realized his meaning, and suddenly you felt very exhausted. With a sigh you laid your head back down on his chest. "...Consider my boredom cured," you said.

Kai chuckled and closed his eye again, rubbing your back. "You're welcome."

#kfp3 #smut #writing #General kai x reader #Kfp villains x reader #Fanfic #Drabble #kfp kai #Yes Kai helped make the mess but he ain't cleaning it up #He's a jerk #kung fu panda #I'm so proud of myself for finishing this it took me months

[artist-issues]

What do you think about Disney's Wish?

Predictions:

The movie will be an eye-candy with beautiful 2D and 3D. (But going by the trailer it's not as impressive as the Puss in Boots the Last Wish or Spiderverse. We need a better name for that animation style. How about 2/3D? ZED? I don't know.)

The music will be great. (But after listening to the song from the trailer that is supposed to be the ''I want song'', oh my God the lyrics are so generic and bland they can fit practically any main character ever. And it's just a lot of singing about nothing.)

The Star character, Valentino or both will be annoying.

Valentino will be funny and marketable but the movie could've worked without him.

The world will be huge, beautiful, and interesting and we explore none of it.

The protagonist will be bland with one obvious flaw or a dream which will be related to the message of the movie.

The message will have all the subtlety of the hammer in the face.

Inconsistencies, contradictions, and random stuff happening because funny/the plot.

References to older classics that you wish you would be watching. (You saw how many references they cram now into their other movies? And now it's one of the things they talked about the most!)

Death is funny until we have the fake-out death then you need to care.

No love interest because love makes women weak apparently. Or no love interest because the actress is a lesbian and she talked about how Asha ''looks like her'' because modern acting isn't about pretending to be something you're not, it's about showing who you are every chance you get. And for those who think they might make a lesbian love interest, I would like you to take a look at the gay ''romance'' in the Strange World. But if by some chance they do I doubt it will be any good. When was the last romance in Disney, Frozen 2 (2018) and that's a holdover from the first movie (2013) and the last good romance was Tangled (2010).

Lame villain! It's supposed to be a throwback to the older Disney movies and that includes its villains but Disney is so incompetent with their IPs I wouldn't be surprised if they get their own villain ''formula'' wrong. I swear if they try to make him a twist after spoiling that Chris Pine will be voicing the villain and his evil laugh in the teaser trailer, or ''redeem'' him after he did unspeakable evils. And no villain song. Can Chris Pine sing? Please no terrible auto-tune!

Making jabs at old Disney tropes even tho this movie isn't even half as good as the movies that came before it, uses a bunch of other modern tropes or straight up the same ones that it mocked earlier and completely misinterprets them and uses them even worse! Modern Disney seems to hate its past and does everything to show how ''better'' they are now. Which is untrue in most cases and just smug and annoying!

I'm sorry for being so pessimistic but that's how jaded I become and only towards Disney. It might be their greatest hit that will make people think ''Disney is back''. But Disney needs to change. One good movie will not save them if they keep making remakes that lose money.

I don't know; some of the things you've listed are likely, but I doubt all of them will be true!

I think the animation looks...unfinished. Isn't that odd? It looks like there's not a lot to fill in the scene, and what is there didn't get done rendering.

See these are pretty, but there just isn't a lot going on in the backgrounds--it's very icon-y. Maybe they're going for a storybook-look, but...a very minimalist, simple storybook? Not like Snow White:

Or Pinocchio

I can see that there are 2D textures on the trees and grass and stuff, but I wish there was just more there. Like all these pots and all the stonework in the background, in the screenshots from classic Disney above. Where’s the stuff; it would look even better if there was stuff. You know usually when Disney tries a new technique or look, they show it off. In Moana, they’re like we animated water, and as a result, we are going to show you SO MUCH WATER. In Tangled, they were like, we nailed the hair, and as a result you get to see Rapunzel’s hair do SO MUCH. In Wish it looks like the artists were shy about showing off the painterly stuff. But I’m no expert.

I really agree about the music. Like I really agree. I have only heard snippets. But I remember seeing the trailers for Frozen when a little bit of the music would play and immediately wanting to hear more. Looking it up like “Frozen trailer music” because just the snippet was enough. In this movie, I like the trailer until she starts singing, and then for some reason my whole brain rolls it’s eyes. Why does it do that for this movie? I love Disney music. I listen to Disney Princess Christmas album every season even though it’s not amazing, because I just like hearing characters sing. So why should I be exasperated by new feature-film Disney music, even if it does sound just like the others? I don’t know. I am not a music expert, either; I’m just telling you who I am (a Disney lover) and how inexplicably I reacted to Wish’s little music thing. Chris Pine can sing, but just like everything he does: he sounds like Chris Pine singing.

I think you’re right about Valentino; I don’t know if that’s a fair criticism, though. The Little Mermaid could’ve worked without Flounder. Mulan could’ve worked without Cri-Kee. Cinderella could’ve worked without Jacques. Moana absolutely did work without Pua. But in the new movie’s trailer I did feel like, “this feels like a pointless character.” Don’t know why.

The world actually looks empty to me. See points about the art style above. I don’t want to explore what I’ve seen of it, because it looks like an unfinished Open-World game that someone wants me to stream walkthroughs of on YouTube, and I’m like “no thank you, that looks boring.” But maybe that’ll be the point. Maybe in the story, the Wishing Star deepens and fills up every piece of scenery it interacts with! That would be cool. Maybe there’s a story-reason for the world.

I don’t know about the protagonist being bland. To make a good character (particularly in a kid’s movie) you need one big flaw (to make the character believable) and one big strength (to make the character compelling) and then little flaws and strengths surrounding that. For example, Aladdin’s one big flaw is his insecurity, and his one big strength is his compassion. You can file smaller traits like “trust issues, impulsivity, defensiveness, dishonesty” under the Insecurity flaw, and you can file “generous, insightful,” under the Compassion strength. His compassion makes him help and connect with Jasmine in the marketplace even though his Insecurity leads him to think he needs to be a Prince to re-connect with her after she turns out to be the Princess, etc. So it’s fine if she has one obvious flaw. She just really needs it to be relatable. All Disney characters wish for something. But every single one of them typically learns that the thing they were wishing for isn’t what they thought it would be, and to have what’s worth wishing for (love, usually) requires sacrifice. It’s a formula, but it’s a tried-and-true formula. It’s a multi-faceted formula. If they pick a new facet but remember the good, plain, common sense in the same formula, everything will be fine.

Their messages have been less and less subtle. In general I don’t mind when messages are obvious, because (you know me) I think that’s what movies are for. But! I will admit that movies like The Little Mermaid or Beauty & the Beast or Lilo & Stitch, where the messages are wrapped in layers of compelling character arcs and feel more character-driven, are better than movies like Raya and the Last Dragon. No shade, Raya, but how many times can you say “trust” in the same movie? Aladdin did it in two.

I don’t mind references in movies. Worked for Frozen. But there’s a difference between having Anna excitedly see the sails of a ship entering the harbor as a callback to Pocahontas, and having Rapunzel ask Vanellope if people assume all her problems were solved because a big strong man showed up. One is respectful (hey, let’s parallel Anna seeing the start of a new chapter in her life the same way Pocahontas did with sails!) and the other is sort of poking fun at the audience for ever liking what Disney made. Basically I’m very tired of meta-references.

I think this movie has potential to treat death with the weight it’ll need. After all, if it’s about wishes, one of the very easiest but most emotionally-engaging things they could do is have the main character (or the villain) be wishing to bring someone who’s died back. Then the message could go hard.

I totally agree about romance. The thing about romance is, it is a great way for one character to self-examine and confront their issues, as well as move into a place where they’re willing to sacrifice for others. Having a young, naive character set out to get their dreams, and then run into another character and start to care about that character? It forces conflict and tension, and again, it’s a formula, but it’s a formula that makes sense and shouldn’t be fixed because it’s not broke.

What I really don’t like about this villain is that he just feels bland, like a rockstar character who turns out to be a jerk. Surprise, surprise. And Chris Pine plays Chris Pine in everything he’s in, so I’m not thrilled by that either. But whatever.

Yeah, this last point goes back to meta-humor. #NotMyDisney thinks it needs to acknowledge what’s being mocked in order to trick the mocking audiences into watching their new stuff. “If we just own up to our formulas with a joke, they’ll see we’re self-aware and they’ll come along for the ride!” No, actually, you’ll just take them out of the movie mentally and emotionally to hit them with a fourth-wall slap. And then they’ll mock you because that’s cringe. The truth of the matter is, Disney responded to their haters best with Mary Poppins, and then again with Enchanted, and should’ve left it at that. Don’t say “yeah I know we have princesses and cute animals in our movies, aren’t we silly.” Say, “yeah I know we have Princesses and cute animals in our movies, but that’s because life is dark and hard, and hopeful young women with lowly but loveable creatures are inspiring & important. Kids need a spoonful of sugar to HELP the MEDICINE GO DOWN. But it's still MEDICINE that we're making, you're telling us we shouldn't give kids medicine that tastes good?" That’s what they used to say. Now they just…agree with the haters? Because it's a popularity contest, not a responsibility, anymore. Like that’s going to help.

Anyway, I don’t have set-in-stone thoughts about Wish, because Wish hasn’t come out yet. I agree that actors and actresses can give you some idea of where a movie’s headed and sometimes that’s disheartening, but I haven’t seen anything that makes me worry about Wish—except that it looks bland.

#Disney’s wish #wish movie #Disney #wish #Disney wish #wishing Star #when you wish upon a star #asked #answered #State of the fandom

[burning-4-me]

too close

pairing: eddie munson x !femreader

warnings: angst, substance use, cursing.

summary: two friends. too many assumptions. too close.

word count: 2.0k

author’s note: okay this might be a little confusing to read as the point of view changes A LOT. please lmk if it’s too confusing to read/if it doesn’t make any sense so i can try to fix it.

he'd been selling to me for what? 5 months? and somewhere in those 5 months, something happened.

at first it was just simple meet ups in the woods, i'd get my stuff, pay him, then i'd be out of there in less than 2 minutes. no unnecessary small talk, barely any eye contact, that was it. to be honest, i don't think i really knew what he fully looked like until a month ago. when it really started.

with the second month came the seemingly harmless,

"how was your day?" which i'd of course reply with,

"you tell me." putting a stop to that conversation as soon as it started. i don't like small talk...well,

i didn't like small talk.

i paid no real attention to eddie until he started selling to me. not even a glance in the hallways, nothing. he was practically invisible to me until we were in the woods. but even then, he was still pretty invisible. and i wish he still was.

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i was in love from the first day. no, not the first sale. the first day i saw her. it was the summer of '85, melvald's general store. i was in there, picking up something no one has business knowing, and there she was, crouched down by the rows of candy with a concentrated look on her face.

she was the most gorgeous girl i'd ever seen.

a pile of tools and bandages by her side, her hands skimmed through the varieties of candy, not knowing which one to pick. i was about to check out, passing by the aisle she was in before stopping and stepping backwards to get a second glance at her. she had a finger on her lip, her eyes slightly squinted and her concentration growing as she started narrowing her choices down, placing 3 different bags of candy in front of her.

"i'd get the twizzlers." i finally said after staring at her for way too long. she looked up, a bit surprised to see someone standing there.

"that's what i was thinking i was gonna pick.." she replied, looking back to the bags.

"i mean come on, satellite wafers aren't that good, and the kit-kat's? in this heat?" i added.

"you're right." she agreed, putting back two of her choices and picking up the twizzlers.

"thanks." she said, passing me as she carried all her things to the register. we hadn't even introduced ourselves and just like that she was gone.

until the spring of '86. look, i don't stick myself in things i have no business knowing but man, since that first sale, i wondered what a girl like her was doing around my...things. she just seemed like the kind of girl who didn't do that stuff. but i have nothing against her now that she does.

in fact, it only made me more intrigued.

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over the course of those 5 months, we'd gone from bland questions about my day to me suddenly being in his bedroom, on his bed, resting into his arms, wearing his shirts and listening to his records with a blunt he'd rolled sitting between my fingers.

but of course, we were just friends.

we started going to his place after a particular day in which it was raining and he didn't want to go out but i wasn't taking any postponement for an answer.

"fine. here's my address, just pick it up at the doorstep, don't worry about paying me." he said before abruptly hanging up the phone.

but when i got to his trailer, all i was met with was an empty doorstep. so i knocked on his door, waiting patiently in the pouring rain for him to open it.

"fuck, you're drenched, come inside." he said once he opened the door. tiptoeing up the steps in an attempt to not splash any water, i entered his dim lit trailer.

eddie stood for a second, finishing up drying his damp hair with a towel.

"sorry, i just got out of the shower." he apologized.

i didn't respond and instead just looked at him.

it was in that moment that i really took in his appearance, seeing what he really looked like. damp curls, grey sweatpants resting on his hips and a tattoo covered upper body,

i guess i could say i saw the appeal.

he wasn't terrible looking.

"like what you see?" shit, i hadn't realized i was really staring.

"no." i quickly said, darting my eyes to something random in the trailer. he chuckled lightly in response.

"i'll get your stuff." he said, turning around as he made his way to his room.

"i didn't think you'd be here so soon." he yelled from his room, receiving silence in return. my attention had shifted to something way more interesting.

"i would've left it out sooner..." his voice trailed off as he returned to the living room.

"you a fan?" he asked, peering over my shoulder at the joy division record that laid flat on the couch.

"sure." i muttered. my short answer was actually my attempt at staying calm when the record of my dreams, unknown pleasures, was sitting laying right in front of me.

"you can have it." he replied.

did he just say,

i.

can.

have.

it?

"no." i said.

"what do you mean, no?" he asked, a puzzled look on his face.

"i'm already buying that from you," i said, pointing at the bag of weed in his hand.

"i didn't bring enough money for two things."

"hold on, you were gonna pay for this?" he asked, holding up the bag.

"uh, yeah."

"no, no. this is free. you're drenched from standing out there, it's the least i can do. and,"

he paused, reaching down to pick up the record.

"this is also free. i don't play this anymore. i don't think i ever did actually." he said, holding the two items up.

"are you sure?" i asked. what's next, a million dollars?

"positive."

"triple positive?"

"if you don't take this i'm kicking you out with nothing. just pouring rain."

"that was the original plan.."

"yeah, or you can stay here til the rain calms down."

...

"you'd let me stay?"

"i mean..you do need to test that record to see if it skips..cause i don't take returns." he said with a soft smile.

so it begins, from a rainy day and record spinning to unknown mutual pining.

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and that brings us to now. where i'm sitting in front of him, not in the dark, but it sure feels like it. it's dead silence, my senses blocking out even the loudest twig snapping. confused? i'll bring you back a bit.

for months, the feeling of his attraction towards me crept in the back of my mind. that's because he wasn't as good at hiding it as me. wait no, i'm being cocky, he could just be a really nice, touchy guy. but i still leaned into the first assumption.

by now, my,

"i guess i saw the appeal."

had turned into,

"i am so in love with this man it's driving me crazy."

and i couldn't bare another second of him not knowing how i felt.

i'd been hiding it from him for so long. doing everything i could to make everything as blurry as possible.

relationship rumors?

deny. deny. deny.

friends with benefits?

deny. deny. deny.

anything that's more than friends?

deny.

deny.

deny.

but today was the day i'd no longer show denial.

we were meeting in the woods today, something about wayne needing the trailer to himself for an evening. i sat at the bench, waiting anxiously for eddie to show up, constantly turning my head at every sound.

i was a nervous wreck, i'd never confessed something like this to anyone before but i swore to myself that no matter how it went, i'd be just fine. you can't rely on another person to control all your emotions anyway. if the feeling wasn't shared that would be perfectly fine. i would just find someone else, right?

but i wouldn't have to because the feeling is reciprocated, right?

finally after what seemed like hours, i heard the rustling footsteps of what could only be him.

eddie.

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look, i'll be honest, after almost a year since that encounter at melvald's, i was still in love. maybe even more than before.

so after several months of being so close to her, i thought maybe, just maybe, she'd have the slightest attraction to me. we were way too close to just be friends. but as much as i thought this, she showed nothing.

so of course i couldn't say anything because do you know how embarrassing that would be? confessing feelings that are so obviously not reciprocated?

she always seemed so….anxious about any talk of us being more. for example, people always thought we were together, but she was always so quick to deny it, making it even clearer to me that she didn't feel the same way.

but i’m fine just being friends with her.

after all, you can’t have everything you want in life.

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the tension immediately settled in once he sat down, and it grew difficult for me to look him in the eye like normal. i kept my eyes pointed at the ground.

"what can i do for ya today?" eddie asked in a humorous voice.

"i've got this, and this, and this..." he began pulling things out of the box.

i wasn't listening at all.

at this point i was fidgeting with my hands, palms sweaty and breathing very uncontrolled. why was i so nervous? no no, it'll be fine. he likes me back. none of my other guy friends act the way he does around me…so why am i so nervous?

i can't do this, if i keep this in any longer, i'll explode.

"and then this and this and-" i cut him off.

"eddie?" i said quietly.

"yeah? did you see something you wanted?" he continued his silly act. he doesn't notice.

"i have to tell you something."

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you know that feeling where you know something's about to end? all this time just for it all to be over with a few words? yeah, that's how i felt when those words fell from her lips.

"i have to tell you something."

it's over. she wants to end it. we got too close.

but maybe..maybe i can save this. show her it's not the way it seems. even if it kills me a little to do so.

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i watched as his cheerful expression began to falter,  almost as if he knew what i was going to say. did he? not the point.

now it was just silence. i just have to,

spit.

it.

out.

"eddie, i.." i hesitated.

"i think.." i was really struggling to form words now.

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here it comes. just stay quiet and accept however she says it. just stay quiet.

no. i can't let it happen like this. not yet, not now, not ever.

"uh..i..think that..." she seemed nervous.

so i cut her off.

"i think that we're great friends."

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my face dropped.

what? friends? seriously?

accept it. just accept it. he doesn't see past your friendship. and he never will. this was stupid.

"oh."

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i said it. it killed me a little but i did it! everything's fine.

...

but why does she look so sad?

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now we're back to now.

he's trying to talk to me. but i'm not listening. i don't know what i'm doing.

"hey, are you okay?"

"what's wrong?"

"hey.." a hand waved in front of my face, snapping me out of it.

"sorry.” i mumbled.

“what’s wrong?” he asked.

“nothing, i’m gonna go." i finally said, blinking a few times to bring the moisture back to my eyes. i quickly turned around and left, ignoring whatever he said after that.

i'm not sad.

this isn't sad.

this is nothing.

i won't cry.

i won't think about it.

we were too close anyway.

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson x reader #fem reader #eddie x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #burning4me

[dearestones]

By Any Necessary Means Part Two (Platonic! Yandere! L and Child! Reader)

Warnings: Yandere character, yandere behavior, implied stalking, implied murder. 

@maggiequinn59 Request: Hi ! Devin I love reading all your work and tips I apologize if this is redundant but can you please do a sequel to platonic L yandere and his adopted child reader where he goes after them as they are a young adult now and decides to take a more hands on approach as for the first time they meet face to face and the former adopted child learns who they are dealing with !?

Anyways if you are uncomfortable with doing it I understand but I would appreciate it I love your vision and style when I read your stories I feel everything come alive !!! 🎈❤❤

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It had been many years since you’ve last seen your strange benefactor. Ever since that day when you finally escaped from his clutches, you had stayed far away from things that reminded you of him. Hotels, especially the fanciest ones, were off the list of places you wanted to frequent. Expensive laptops and pastries from high end patisseries were also generally avoided. 

But most of all, you hated seeing any gothic letter L’s.

Fortunately for you, these sorts of things were easily avoidable. You had long since made your way in the world. While you were probably not as successful or as wealthy as you would have been had you stayed under your benefactor’s care, you thought yourself happier. After sneaking away that fateful day with only words dripping with aged vitriol as your last goodbye, you had endeavored to try your hardest to see your parents again. 

Unfortunately, your benefactor held more sway than what you had previously anticipated. 

You needed special documentation, permission from higher ups, and you would have to spend months—maybe even years—leaping through miles of bureaucratic red tape all in order for you to free your parents. If you had the funds, if you had an in…. The thought of going back to your benefactor plagued you, but you wanted to push forward on your own. If you went back to him… There was no telling when you could escape again. 

You did not want to spend hours locked inside of bland hotel rooms or staring into a blank screen that would only light up with his signature letter when it suited him. 

Seeing your parents again was your goal in the long run, but other priorities needed to be recognized first.

As much as you hated to admit it, there were some things that you learned from him that were useful. 

Form connections. 

Research and investigate solutions. 

Think creatively. 

Years into your endeavor, you managed to send a few letters into the high profile prison where your parents were left to rot. Unfortunately, it was rare for you to receive any sort of correspondence in return. Apparently, prisoners of their caliber weren’t permitted many allowances: even papers and crayons were cause for concern. At least, you thought with faint hope, your parents knew that you were out there looking for them.

If you could get letters safely to them, you could seek an audience with them.

If you could see them in person, you could plead for their release.

And once they were released… It would be foolhardy to believe that you could be a normal family again, but at the least you would serve justice in accordance with your ideals instead of aligning to your benefactor’s twisted sense of morality. 

One day, after having dropped off another letter to your person on the inside, you found yourself walking down the street away from your rendezvous point when you saw that there was a black car with tinted windows driving towards you. Years of having been chauffeured by the same old man from hotel to hotel, airport to airport, had instilled in you a sense of irritation. However, unlike when you were a child with no one to depend on except for a gothic letter L, you were frightened, but resigned to your fate. 

Had you been still smarting from the horror of learning that your benefactor had kidnapped you when you were younger and that he was no better than a human trafficker, maybe you would have instantly run. Maybe you would have already catalogued all available exits and safe houses within the city that you were staying in. Maybe. Maybe.

Maybe.

However, maybe’s weren’t something that you could entertain. 

You were older now and you had gained a sense of perspective on your situation. 

When the car rolled to a stop right beside you, the window to the frontmost passenger seat rolled down. Even if a century were to pass, you would never forget your benefactor’s main ally. Time had changed the old man’s face so that it was more weathered and wrinkly, yet that did nothing to dispel his distinguished, gentlemanly persona. Even the way he held the steering wheel was strong and steady, no sense of wavering that you would find among the aged folk. 

Whatever his name was, you did not have the slightest clue, but you did know that the way he smiled at you was practiced and fake. There was no way that the grandfatherly persona that he had played up to gain your sympathies years ago was nothing more than a script that your benefactor had him memorize. It had brought you comfort when you were younger, but as you patiently waited for him to make his move, disgust was the only thing that you could feel.

“Good afternoon,” he greeted you. As always, no matter what language he spoke, his voice was baritone and formal. Always the polite one no matter the situation. “I suppose you already know what to do?”

You shrugged.

“Very well. If you’ll please enter the vehicle.” He gestured towards the backseat and as your head turned, you saw that the door swung open. From your position, you may not have been able to see into the interior of the car, but you were already apprehensive over who or what you would find. “Please note that if you do attempt an act of violence against—”

You waved him off. 

“I get it.”

Swallowing hard, you stepped towards the opened car door, hesitation clear in your steps. Even though it was bright outside, you could have sworn that the inside was as dark as a crypt. Squinting did little to make things clear: you could only see the faint outline of a crouched figure. 

You kissed freedom goodbye and shut the car door. 

Now that you were inside, you were immediately greeted with the scent of pastries and well brewed coffee. To confirm your findings, you saw that piled high on the seat was an assortment of opened boxes from several high end cafes that you had seen in passing. You were no connoisseur, but even you knew that the vast assortment probably cost a small fortune—your benefactor never spared any expense when it came to personal goods. 

Speaking of your benefactor, on the seat closest to the window, you saw a man hunched over himself. He wore only a white long sleeved shirt and ratty jeans. Both articles of clothing looked like it had been washed and reused so many times, that the age was more than apparent in the frayed ends of the shirt’s hem and the jean’s faded coloration. His shoes, which he must have kicked off earlier, lay on the floor like dirty laundry, were faded and scuffed, the soles worn. 

But what was most interesting about this person was that not only was he hunched over the seat, it was that his hair looked like a matted mess. His locks were dark and wavy, greasy too if your observation was correct. If he had a hairdresser and a bottle of shampoo he would have passed as a normal human being, but he looked like a homeless person who had given up on any notion of personal hygiene. Discreetly, you tried sniffing again, and found that you could only smell powdered sugar and candied fruits. If he had any body odor, it was carefully masked by the sweets. 

“Is this how you greet the man who took care of you for so long?”

You flinched. 

It had been many years since you had last heard that horrid robotic voice droning from top of the line speakers. A part of you had prepared for the eventuality that you would see your benefactor again (more than likely against your will and in the form of a screen), but this was almost too much. Seeing a man in place of that stupid letter L was enough to rock your perspective askew. Gravity no longer tethered you to the ground and earth’s poles had reversed. 

Nothing made sense anymore.

You looked up from your perusal of his odd choice in clothing and immediately wished you hadn’t. Time and time again, you have heard the expression that “eyes are the windows to the soul”. Yet, when you glanced at his eyes (so dark and unfeeling), you knew that there was nothing underneath there. For a human being, his eyes were remarkably empty. Robotic. They were like pools of ink that only sought to reflect the world and nothing more. 

This man was more robot than the laptop that haunted your hotel room. 

You should have run when you had the chance. 

Ignoring his attempt to create guilt and establish himself as the “parent” in this situation, you asked, “What do you want?” You glanced at the piles of sweets and out the window. “I have nothing to offer you and you definitely don’t have anything to offer me.”

He cocked his head to the side, eyes wide and analytical. 

On any other person, his change in movement would have signalled curiosity. You knew better. This person who had stolen your life from you, who had wrongfully imprisoned your parents, was only playing a role and badly at that. 

“Your parents—”

You interrupted him before he could say something that would snag your attention and trap you again in this man’s twisted fantasy of family. After years of no contact and already he was trying to manipulate you. 

That was going too far and you weren’t having any of it.

“I’m going through the process to get them out. Legally.” You sent him a pointed look to which he merely allowed a facsimile of a smile break like glass on his face. Recoiling now would be a show of weakness, but it rankled you to pretend that this was fine, everything was fine, but this was all beyond your understanding or your control. “And before you say that the possibility of them getting out is almost zero, I at least know that I have done my part to be with them again.”

The man nodded, as if he knew that you would say that. A burst of irritation incited uncomfortable heat under your skin, but you bit back the urge for violence. The old man was still in the front and knowing how shady the both of them were, there was the very high likelihood that there was a firearm stored somewhere in the vehicle. 

“I commend you on your sense of justice, which is what I’ve come to talk to you about.” He stuck a thumb into the corner of his mouth. The skin on the tip of his thumb looked raw and red, chewed too many times if you wanted to guess. “Have you heard of Kira?”

Blanching, you nearly knocked yourself unconscious against the window. Seriously? This is what he wanted to talk about? Despite the fact that this “Kira Phenomenon” was more of an eastern serial killer, the entire world was paying attention. There had been reports of mass heart attacks in a few western countries, but were mostly centered around high profile prisons. It was only a matter of time before INTERPOL would interfere, but for now, you were sure that law enforcement around the world was wary for the next batch of criminals to die from what many deemed were acts of god.

Some god, you thought bitterly. The least that this Kira person could do was let your parents free.

Or kill the man who was daintily nipping at some dessert you had no interest in looking at for longer than you had.

“Of course.” You crossed your arms across your chest and glared at your benefactor. “What does that even matter? Did you orchestrate all of this to tell me that you’ll die soon? Something tells me that Kira won’t take too kindly to L trying to find out their identity.”

If your benefactor was shocked that you knew his true purpose in the world, he didn’t show it. He probably didn’t need to. If his strange nature and vocation were to go by, this strange man knew you better than you knew yourself. 

“Well, Kira kills criminals in high profile prisons. His main areas of activity have been centered only in the major populated cities of Japan, but it’s not unheard of to hear that he has struck in other countries.”

“And?” It wasn’t like it was news to you.

“Well, to draw Kira out and to track his methods, I and a few esteemed colleagues have agreed to allow a number of infamous criminals’ names and faces to be leaked. For some criminals, we only released names and others only pictures. For a few select, special—” Here his eyes seemed to glitter with… not quite pride, but he certainly wasn’t as unemotional as you had once thought he solely portrayed himself to be. Smug, he was smug at what he had done. “—participants in this experiment, we decided to leak both names and faces.”

Your brows furrowed, but your mind was already working overtime. 

Did this… Was he saying that…

“Par… Participants?” You scoffed and tried to look like you didn’t care, but that air of apprehension that plagued you since the start of this conversation continued to mount. Dread was pooling like tar in your gut; it clung to you like phlegm in your throat that you couldn’t cough out immediately. “Having participants means that you had people who were willing to be your guinea pigs.  I bet you leaked private information without any prior consent.”

Your benefactor shrugged, but the smug quality to his smile grew tenfold in both vibrancy and uncanniness. “Your parents were all too willing when I said that they would get to see you again if they complied.”

Your heart leapt to your throat and you had to remind yourself to not launch yourself at the man who held not only your life but also your parents’ lives in his hands. Patience, you told yourself. Don’t be too eager.

There’s a catch.

There has to be a catch.

“A-and?”

Slowly, the man’s pale, spidery fingers reached into his back pocket to retrieve a piece of paper. Creased and folded many times, you did not know the contents until you opened it. 

An address?

An address to—

“A mortuary…” Your voice came out in a hoarse whisper. Carefully, you looked up at your benefactor who continued to gaze at you placidly. What were you to him, really? A young child in need of guidance? Or were you a side character in a soap opera that refused to end? “Why are you giving me an address to a mortuary?”

Your benefactor bit at the skin on his thumb. “Oh, they died. Heart attacks if I read the report correctly.”

For some odd reason, you were having a hard time breathing. “The mortuary… Why the…”

“I wanted to give you the option of cremation or proper burial. There’s also the technicality of having a family member identify the bodies… but that doesn’t matter since you’re technically my family.” 

Cremation? Burial? 

The pieces were there and you already pieced it together, but you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that… that… that…

Suddenly, your vision was overtaken by a blurry version of what you assumed was strawberry cheesecake. Without you knowing it, tears had welled in your eyes and were now spilling onto your cheeks. The hand that proffered the cheesecake did not waver when you did not respond. Instead, your benefactor placed it back in its rightful box before taking a bite out of something else. 

In an offhand tone, he continued, “Consider this a gift. For your anniversary.” His smile widened, beaming with wicked intent. It was like watching a wound grow from faintly unsettling into a gangrenous crevasse that could never heal. 

“This is a horrible gift… but for what anniversary?”

“Don’t you remember? When you left me all those years ago.” Again, he held out the cheesecake and this time, you had no choice but to grasp it with struggling hands. “Congratulations, by the way. Your attempts were laughable, but your tenacity has always been an enviable trait. At least you’ll see them again and we can put all of this behind us moving forward.”

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[PART ONE] [PART TWO]

DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.

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DEATH NOTE MASTERLIST

#death note #death note yandere #dn #dn yandere #death note l #dn l #l lawliet #death note l lawliet #reader #gender neutral reader #dearestones #devintrinidad

[quirrelli]

Quick and dirty Kiriko redesign

Main issues I tried to address:

The shilouette is pretty meh. It's not dire but at a glance/distance there is potential for confusion. So I tried to exaggerate notable features (hair, mask ears, hakama) and added a spear, like she has in some of the concept art. For one thing it looks cool and for another, it's been established through the Shimadas that these animal spirits are tied to a weapon and a spear fits in very neatly with a sword and bow.

The design is bland. (Which at least makes her fit in with the other OW2 default skins lmao). The first time I saw her I literally thought it was a D.Va skin. The idea, I would guess, was to merge traditional japanese clothing with modern day hip street fashion vibes and it just doesn't come together at all. Instead of enhancing them, all the aspects that should have visual impact are watered down. From her leggings to her face, there is no flavor; except in that trash garbage mask-visor nonsense. So I leaned into the traditional clothing, since leaning into the "hip young person" would just make her even less distinguishable from similar characters. I also tried to add some bits and bobs for flair (like the seals on her arms), just can't be bothered to really go into texture and detail atm.

Generic personality. This is more of a vibe thing than a character design thing but I want her to, at least at first glance, come across as a bit more cool and confident, maybe a little mysterious and just more interesting than the knock off Tracer/D.Va she turned out as. She can still be a bit of a goofball behind the mask but I feel her protector role demands that she can be at least a tiny bit intimidating.

That trash garbage mask-visor nonsense. My least favorite part by a goddamn mile. It just looks so fucking dumb and there's no way to make it cool; with its teeny kitten ears, dumbass white eyebrow triangles and perfectly flat bottom cut off. Again it's like mixing two things (naruto style ninja headband and kitsune mask) and ending up with the worst of both worlds. And you just know the reason she doesn't have a full or even half mask is because god forbid you can't see a female characters cute, utterly indistinguishable from the other cute 20-somethings, face. Fuck you, she gets a whole mask and it's badass.

Color. Her color palette has powerful "I'm 14 and this is my OC" energy. Actually, everything about her kinda has that, but the color palette especially. Now, I'm the first to admit that color isn't my strong suit either but even I can see some very obvious improvements. Like, why are her normal healing and her ult different colors? To me that's unnecessarily confused and looks bad, simply put. On top of that, they're yellow and cyan respectively, aka the most overused colors for glowy things ever. So I picked a yellowy orange bc it matches the fox motif and sets a nice contrast with the Shimadas' blue and green, just like the red in her outfit does. I incorporated some of that orange into her clothes as well, you know, for cohesion, and kept the green hair as a nice complementary to all the warm colors.

Feel free to make suggestions for improvements, might do a V2 eventually

#idk to me that already works much better and with some more finessing could be pretty awesome #kiriko is the first (and so far only) OW character I looked at and went “wow that's pretty fucking weak” #even the second worst design (Echo) is merely boring #my stuff #overwatch #ow2 #kiriko

[hazashiovo]

Hi! I've recently discovered your account and your fics are so so so pretty.

I also saw that your requests are open, if you like the idea, I would really love to read something fluffy with a tall reader (I consider myself avarage, 1,75 m, but sometimes there is not a lot of difference between the character's height and mine).

It could be amazing if Aemond would be protective and (maybe a little bit) jealous (but it's not so important).

The scenario could be that it's spread a rumor that his lover is too tall... I'm a little insecure about that.

How Aemond would react?

Sorry for the rambling, if you don't like the idea toss it in the bin 🤣

Thank you for sharing your work 🥰

Helooo, so I'm happy to see that I got my first request!

Imagine reader as tall as Brienne from game of thrones, if you don't know who she is you should look her up she's an absolutely amazing character.

Aemond Targaryen x Tall! Reader

When Aemond first meet you he was astonished. You were the most beautiful woman he ever saw.

He liked how tall you were. Each time when having a conversation with a Lord or lady, when subject came to you he would add a compliment.

He never liked when other talked bad about you, one time, at a ball he was dancing with a woman.

She was boring and bland, so he didn't pay interest to her.

But the moment you entered the ball room his eye was focused just on you.

The Lady noticed and she wasn't pleased with the fact the second prince gave her no bit of attention.

When he let go of her hand to join you she flipped.

-What do you see in that beast of a woman? -

Her voice made Aemond stop in his tracks, even she felt the cold atmosphere in the moment.

If it wasn't for everyone in the room, he would've cut of the girls tongue, as a warning for every one sales to dare speak I'll of his beloved.

-I dare you repeat that?-

He seemed to have a call demeanor, if it wasn't for his eye that stabed analized her every flaw in that moment.

The woman stuttered, but didn't back down.

-She's so ugly, a tall beast like her doesn't deserve the attention of a man like you, any man in general!-

His jaw clenched in anger, not only did she insult your beauty she also insulted your worth?

-Say a thing like that again... And I'll make sure you won't be recognizable to any man or your family anymore. Not like it is there anything special or... beautiful, about you.-

With that, he turned around and left the girl in horror. His face morphed into worry once he noticed you were steps away from him.

You heard it all, the way that wrench insulted you

You didn't seem to mind what she said tho, probably used to the insults thrown at you.

The man completely in love with you didn't understand how some people can be so cruel, you were gorgeous and flawless in his eyes. He personally thinks everyone should see you for who you truly are instead of your height.

But in other situations, when Aemond heard men making more... suggestive comments on your body, that was another story.

He hated the way they were sexualizing you and objectifying your body.

So the next thing he knew he was doing was walking up to the group of men and starting a fight.

Lucky for him, it happened outside the castle, when he was searching for his brother in a bar.

The mention of your name got his attention, so he stayed closer to hear their conversation.

That's how he heard what they said about you and started the fight.

Of course, he won. Your honnor and reputation was kept right as long as Aemond lives.

There were times where he was Jealous of your height,the way you were looking down on him, not with purpose, of course but due to the height difference. But oh how he loved how you slightly bent to kiss him and how majestic you looked.

In conclusion Aemond would love you even if you were short, tall, even as tall as him . In his eye, what mattered was the way you looked at him lovingly and how you accepted his flaws, ones you didn't even consider them flaws .

He loved the way your lips colided with his and how perfectly good the two of you fit for each other.

A perfect match.

Hope you liked it! While writing this I sorta remembered of Lady Dimitrescu, Brienne and even Sevika from Arcane.

So many tall ladies to love and adore!

Baiii!

#aemond targaryen #x reader #aemond x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd x reader #house of the dragon #aemond x y/n #x yn #xtallreader #aemond x tall reader #house of the dragon x reader #tall reader #imagine #love tall ladies

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

hello everybody, your friendly annoying spaniard is back with more references to spanish culture in pokemon scarlet and violet! here's my previous post btw!

also i'm really thankful for how much y'all are enjoying these :) i'm thinking maybe after i finish the game i could do posts going over the names of the places and the new pokemon designs and their tie-ins into spanish culture (if there's any)!

anyways, let's start!

first of all, just as its leader, medali just looks like your average bland spanish city, that could have been inspired by a thousand different cities across the country. except... there's roman ruins in there! due to its location and general look, i would say the main inspiration for this city is mérida, which is known as the roman capital of spain. founded in 25 BC as augusta emerita, it became the capital of the lusitania province during the roman empire, and it's the best preserved roman city in the country (i went to excavate there for three weeks and loved it there, i really recommend it!). the roman ruins are a unesco world heritage site, and its most recognizable monument is actually the theatre [pic 5], where there's roman-style plays are still performed (i've seen three there and its an unreal experience). due to the look of the theatre in game, it could also be a reference to other roman theatres in the country like bilbilis [pic 6], carthago nova [pic 7], or segobriga's [pic 8].

all of mount glaseado trainers have basque names!!! i don't know if this is the same in the english version, but this is a very neat detail that prepares you for montenevera, which i'll talk about down below. before that tho, i want to redirect you to this post by the incredible blog @beautiful-basque-country where they talk in depth about all references to basque culture in the games! i'll touch on them as well but of course not as good as them :)

anyways, montenevera. just to start, in spanish the name of the town is 'hozkailu town'; 'hozkailu' is 'fridge' in basque (just as 'nevera' is fridge in spanish). the architecture of the town is also reminiscent of basque architecture, with all houses looking like baserri, the traditional houses of that area. the cold setting is also a reference to basque country, being colder than other regions in spain and mount glaseado being a reference to the pyreenees; the westernmost part of them lie in euskal herria (the basque land).

i also love the detail of the candles in honour of the deceased, i don't know how extended is this tradition or if it's practiced in other countries (i imagine it's not uncommon in catholic places???) but at least in my family on the anniversary of a family death we lit up a candle in the house in their memory :)

another fun thing referencing basque culture is that the mc in the gym (i have no idea what his name in the english version is, in the spanish one he's mc bull-a which is fun) speaks in a 'basquified' way, using basque ortography while speaking spanish (switching ch for tx or c for k for example!)

AND BETTER THAN THAT, THE GYM TRAINERS ARE REFERENCES TO SPANISH MUSIC THEMSELVES!!!! i genuinely didn't think i was gonna see amaia montero in a pokemon game, but here we are i guess. anyways, the first trainer, who's named mikel, a basque name (maybe a reference to mikel erentxun?) references the incredibly bop and cultural phenomenon that was uno más uno son siete by fran perea, which served as the opening song for one of the most beloved spanish tv shows ever (it's kinda like our f.r.i.e.n.d.s or, now that i think about it, more like how i met your mother due to the atrocious ending). he talks about 'one plus one not being two' (the song's title translates to 'one plus one is seven'), and directly quotes the song when defeated. i cannot emphazise how incredibly cool and great this is, literally the peak of pokemon. i cannot put into words what i felt when i saw it in game.

but nothing, and i repeat, NOTHING, could have prepared me for the next trainer... she's literally amaia montero, who was the singer of probably the most influencial group in spain from the 2000's (there's no group i can compare it with so you can understand the magnitude of it, maybe paramore but i'm biased cause they're both my favourite groups ever lol): la oreja de van gogh. it is jukebox musical-worthy iconic, that's the grip this band has on spanish society. i was gonna choose one song of them to show to y'all but i simply cannot link only one, so here's a post a made some years ago of my top 25 lodvg songs, please listen to at least one of them you won't be disappointed. anyways, yeah. even the model looks like amaia lol.

finally, i wanted to talk about the real lore behind the history classes for a while, but i always forget lol. i was gonna make a comment in a previous post about the paldean empire being a reference to both the roman and spanish empires but i dismissed it as being too obvious of a reference (like talking about the tauros regional form which... you know, i don't think i even have to talk about it lol). i didn't took a screenshot of it, but in one of the classes she also talks about the origin of the academy, saying that it was 805 years old, being the oldest in the region. well, the oldest university in spain, the university of salamanca, has 804 years (it was founded in 1218! also maybe this means they were planning on releasing the game next year?)

and that's all for now, hope you enjoy the post!

and here's the next post :)

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon sv #pokemon spoilers #pokemon sv spoilers #maybe i listened to the whole lodvg discography while making this post...

[chronicwhorebatman]

uhhhh could u pls pls tell me ur hcs (if u have them) about the batfamilys hairstyles thru the years. do u believe in long hair discowing?? whats jasons hair like as robin vs red hood? give me a whole timeline if u want

you know what? hell yeah.

long post so here’s a cut

bruce. bruce, in his childhood, had the same haircut the whole time!! then his mother died and she cut it for him so for about a year and a half (nearing 10 years old) he had this steadily growing mop of hair that was not cleaned or brushed. occasionally alfred would attempt to get it clean but bruce would hiss like a feral cat so it didn’t get very far

THEN he shaved most of his hair off because it was unsalvageable to a nearly ten year old

then he had a FUCK TON of teenage mistakes. including bleached slightly long hair, although he kept it short at the back because bruce in my head never wants to revisit his Grief Hair phase <33 there were a lot more mistakes but i don’t have those pinpointed but i haven’t decided on them yet! know that he had frosted tips at one point though. it’s important to me.

as an adult he has the regular ass haircut he has in every comic lmao. as bruce it’s just neatly combed, as brucie it’s always sleep-mussed or sex-mussed, and as matches malone his hair is slicked back with so much gel it fucking drips. as matches malone he is a slimy little disgusting rat by design. in his secret drag persona he wears a wig like a coward.

dick. as a kid, dick has the same haircut as his father, whatever that might be!! he’s a baby mimicry and it’s adorable. he also briefly copied his mother’s hair only to discover it took way too much work

the father part also applies to bruce! although i don’t believe dick saw bruce as his father until he was well on his way into adulthood i do believe that he copied his haircut. i will not explain this clash with anything other than imagining dick as a tiny bruce clone is hilarious

discowing era dick had a mullet and bruce hated every second of it.

after that i think dick had short hair but quite floppy round the front? like lotta fringe <33

baby jason is continually fascinated w dick’s hair <33333

jason. jason had relatively short hair when bruce found him but it was growing longer (did not have money for a haircut) but he got it cut when he got adopted. unfortunately he now also has bruce hair because he didn’t care what his hair looked like because he was busy being excited about robin

after he died his hair grew out a bit because when he was comatose nobody was looking after him :(

w the league they shaved his hair because it was kinda gross tbh. he had shaved hair for a while

he grew it back out to what he generally looks like in comic panels, fuck if i know what that’s called. unfortunately the fucker shaved it again at the beginning of being red hood. jason your hair is pretty stop doing this

he then did a whole lot of things to get rid of his white streak from shaving to dying to threatening to colouring it in with sharpie. jokes on him it takes less than 12h to come off <333

tim. tim has had one haircut his entire life! it’s your average white boy haircut.

damian. damian is baby and has only had one haircut. he vaguely resembles a spiky hedgehog.

steph. not batfamily (unless by marriage <3) but including here because my hcs for cass and duke are also “they have had one haircut their whole life” mainly because my brain broke when i tried to picture anything else :/ i’ll leave my brain to marinate on cass and duke and get back to you because i also love them and this feels so bland

ANYWAY steph has long blonde hair then she cuts it into a bob then grows it out again. the cycle continues unless she cuts her hair a lot shorter! which she keeps for longer because she doesn’t like the half grown in half grown out look! then it’s back to the cycle <333

alfred has never had different hair ever. my brain also broke trying to picture it

#batfamily #bruce wayne #dc #dcu #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #i didn’t attach enough to everyone else to tag them #trixie’s headcanons #trixie’s character headcanons #trixie’s dick headcanons #trixie’s batman hcs #trixie’s jason hcs #trixie’s steph hcs #trixie’s batfam hcs #i didn’t want to make that tag damn

[animebw]

What is it with devil part timer? I wasn't ever going to watch it but now i am curious.

Short version, it's an anime from 2013 that's sort of a reverse-isekai: instead of a normal person getting teleported to a fantasy world, a demon lord and a couple of his minions get teleported to our world and have to work at McDonalds (sorry, MgRonalds) to make a living. It's basically a sitcom about super-powerful demons and angels adjusting to the life of a low-wage service worker, with some occasional action thrown in for good measure. I wasn't in the anime fandom when it was released, but it apparently got quite a passionate following. And they suffered for almost a decade with no season 2 announcement until a new studio finally picked it up just this season. So people were excited.

And then they saw what the new season was actually gonna look like.

See, the first season was produced by White Fox, the studio behind Steins;Gate and Re:Zero. And while it wasn't a visual masterpiece or anything, it was very well put together on a technical front. Solid action, solid direction, solid editing from shot to shot, and- and this was the real ace up its sleeve- some of the best damn expression work of its time. So much of this show's comedy works before of just how damn expressive and intense everyone's faces are. It's just the right balance of snappy and over-the-top. And while the studio producing season 2, 3Hz, isn't a bad studio by any stretch, the style they chose to go with was a lot softer, a lot rounder, and a lot less suited to the style of comedy it's going for.

Like, this is how the average punchy expression looks in season 1:

And this is the baseline for season 2:

Like... there's just no personality to the second one. It's the most generic anime face of concern imaginable. Plus now every female character has that godawful perma-blush that way too many female character designs have nowadays, and there's so much less animation overall, and the production quality really sinks as the season goes on, and... look, this whole season just looks so bland. There's no imagination or energy to any of the visual choices, and the first season had both of those in spades.

And unfortunately, once you take away the strong visual presentation, you're forced to confront the fact that The Devil is a Part-Timer... really kind of sucks in the story department. Yeah, it's a neat premise, but the execution of that premise mostly just results in every overused anime trope you were already getting tired of back in 2013. Half-baked lore, unnecessary love triangle/harem, the main guy being somehow completely oblivious to the girls' interest in him (despite one of them LITERALLY TELLING HIM TO HIS FACE SHE LIKES HIM AND HE STILL DOESN'T SEEM TO UNDERSTAND SERIOUSLY), groan-inducing fanservice, casual fatphobia, That One Scene From Sword Art Online, you get the picture. But at least the first season had enough energy that you could mostly overlook those things for the sake of a well-produced comedy. Season 2, though? It's so lifeless and aimless that the flaws in the writing become impossible to ignore. This is just not a good story, and it doesn't even have enough style to be passable anymore.

...man, I had more thoughts on this than I realized, lmao.

Anyway, we'll see if the last two episodes turn things around. But in all likelihood, this season is going to end up a 3/10 for me. And even if you're a fan of the first season, I wouldn't recommend it, because basically everything that made the first season work is gone now.

#anime #the anime binge-watcher #tabw #tabw q+a #the devil is a part timer #hataraku maou sama! #2013 aniwatch #summer 2022 anime #summer 2022 sr

[romanticizingmurder]

While I personally tend to enjoy in universe arguments more than meta stuff there is a level of necessity to understanding what was going on with the writers for certain characters and Jason is one of them. It's...frustrating, to see people pretend Jason has been written as a coherent character and that we should treat his actions as such. There's about 5 different Jason phases in DC, all with their own morals.

Phase 1: Post-crisis Robin

Starlin's run is the most influential for his characterization. This Jason is inclined to agree that sexual predators deserve to die, but also showed pity for two-face in the end, and doesn't generally seem to extend that belief to other sorts of crimes. Extremely empathetic.

Phase 2: Winnick Jason

Judd Winnick brings back Jason in utrh (Jason technically made an appearance in Hush two years prior that wasn't originally meant to actually be him and was retconned after the fact as such). This Jason believes that you can't truly fight or stop crime, you can only control it. To that end, he wants to become a crime boss. This is a really important thing to understand: Jason is not trying to fight crime.

He believes crime is inevitable, that all you can do is be at the helm and direct it.

While I adore Winnick's work here, I will be the first to admit I don't think the path from Robin Jason to this Jason is a totally in character one, but there's enough overlap that I can sort of make it work in my head.

Phase 3: villain jason

So DC writers saw an interesting very dark morally grey anti-villain and said what if we remove all his ambiguity and have him, a crime lord, stop being a crime lord without it ever being explained, and go on murderous rampages across the city / in prison for no strategic reason? This Jason bears no resemblance to phase 1 or 2. He does get tentacles tho!

Phase 4: Outlaw Jason

So your writers took a popular anti villain and made him into a villain villain but no one liked that and now the new writer has decided to scrub phases 1 through 3 and just write Jason as a generic bad boy with a heart of gold. I'll be honest I'm never going to understand the thought process behind the plot of Outlaws. Why is Jason so removed from any concept of helping Gotham. Why take a character so formed by Gotham and the mythos of it and take him away from it. This Jason is an anti-hero in the most bland ways.

Phase 5: now!

Lobdell finally left!! But that was only two years ago. We're still seeing what this Jason will become. It's looking like writers are trying to merge the nicer and on the softer side of morally grey Jason of RHATO with more in character plots and traits.

#jason todd

[writtenjewels]

Hot Coffee

Day One of Hope-Tober (Yes I know it's for October but I'd rather not be constrained by the month)

Conrad did not want to open his eyes, but his pounding headache wouldn't let him continue sleeping. Why was the sun always so bright in the mornings? He groaned and lifted a hand to shield himself from the light. There was some movement outside his room. It confused him: he was pretty sure he lived alone. But no, that was definitely someone messing around in his kitchen.

He forced himself to his feet and opened the door to investigate. He was greeted by the scent of coffee. A few more steps into the room showed him Alex pulling out mugs from a cabinet. Conrad stood frozen, waiting for his brain to work around the headache so he could remember why his future brother-in-law was here. Alex turned and noticed him.

“Hey, I was just about to check on you.”

“Uhh.” Conrad massaged his forehead and shut his eyes tight to block out the light while he worked it out. He had invited Alex out on a night of drinks. He wasn't sure how they got from the bar to his apartment, though.

“Hope it's okay that I helped myself,” Alex went on, indicating the coffee currently brewing.

“Nah, of course not,” Conrad assured him with an easy smile. The response was automatic after so many years of practice. “You're practically family, after all. And I could use some of that coffee right about now.”

“Actually, you're drinking this.” Alex held out a bottle of Gatorade. “You need to get your electrolytes back.” Conrad stared at the Gatorade skeptically. He never heard of a sports drink being used as a cure for hangovers before. But then he breathed in some of the coffee scent and his stomach churned in protest. Fine, he'd take the sports drink.

“Thanks, doc,” he quipped. “What else is on the menu?”

“Chicken soup.”

“Where'd you get your degree again?” Conrad teased. “I'm hungover, not sick. How about frying up some bacon?”

“Greasy food's not really good for you in this state,” Alex lectured. “What you need are carbs, and the chicken broth will be bland enough for your stomach to tolerate.”

“Come on, are you serious?” Conrad cracked a little smile. “What am I, a little kid staying home from school with a cold?” Alex did not look amused. Conrad made his smile wider and cranked things up. “I'm all for mixing things up a little-- sure, Gatorade for breakfast, why not-- but bacon and eggs are a classic.”

Usually by this point most people would roll their eyes and go along with him, an indulgent smile on their faces. Alex was as stern as ever and only broke eye contact to pour himself a cup of coffee.

“You might not remember this,” he began gently, “but I drove you to your apartment. I felt really guilty about letting you drink so much and I was worried about you, so I stayed to make sure you were okay.”

“As you can see, I'm fine.” Conrad found the sofa and leaned against it, keeping that smile on his face. The one that projected a sense of ease and relaxation. He let it slip when he saw it wasn't working on Alex. It was a little unsettling; Conrad couldn't remember the last time this tactic failed him. “You're not my nurse so it's not like you can tell me what to do anyway,” Conrad snapped, pushing his way into the kitchen and grabbing a mug.

“Who can tell you what to do, then? Jenny May?” Conrad's hand knocked against the coffee kettle, spilling the hot drink everywhere. He barely managed not to scald himself. “You're a very chatty drunk,” Alex told him, offering a cloth to clean up the spill.

“Well, sure, I'm a chatty guy. I love talking to people. But you should know not to take anything a drunk person says seriously, Alex.” Conrad started mopping up the coffee, avoiding looking Alex in the eye. “They just make up all sorts of nonsense. And obviously if I'm the drunk person, you take whatever it is even less seriously. You should actually think about taking things less seriously in general. Being a nurse is a stressful job; you gotta relax when you can.”

“It's okay,” Alex soothed him. He knelt down and helped finish cleaning up. “I have nightmares about it all the time. So does Brad, and Julia. It's okay to not be over it.”

Conrad squeezed the cloth so tight the coffee he just mopped up ran between his fingers. It wasn't okay. He was the guy who put everyone in a good mood, who told the jokes, who made the party plans. From the moment they got off that ship he tried desperately to keep smiling, to make it all slide off his back and have another beer with his friends. Good old Conrad: you could always count on him to lighten things up. And if he couldn't, what was left?

“It's okay,” Alex soothed him. Conrad was shaking and his face was wet. Shit, was he crying? “I'll make more coffee,” Alex offered. Somehow his tone made it sound normal, like he didn't just make some and Conrad didn't spill it everywhere.

Conrad took a moment to compose himself. He wiped his face and tossed the coffee-soaked cloth into the kitchen sink.

“You know something, Alex?” This time his voice didn't carry the usual joking tone. “You're going to be a great nurse.”

#alex smith #conrad #man of medan

[tokiro07]

As a bit of a follow up to my Undead Unluck ch.143 review, I’m loving how unhinged Fuuko is looking lately

She started off soft and scared, but now she’s got the same wild smile that Andy always does and is approaching every situation with the same kind of reckless abandon (though I imagine a bit more measured since she knows she’s not immortal)

Honestly I think this is an interesting trend going on in Jump as a whole lately, and possibly the manga industry in general; main characters are allowed to be weird looking

I remembered this one post about Fullmetal Alchemist a while ago that said that Ed was designed to be ugly compared to the handsome protagonists of the time, at least in the sense that he makes really unpleasant expressions nearly all the time, and I’d say that philosophy has really spread 

When I was a kid, I saw Luffy for the first time in an ad in the back of a volume of manga and I thought he looked really ugly, but now I think that was a great thing. There’s a certain amount of character and personality that would be lost in a character who always looks pristine and beautiful, so Luffy’s giant goofy grin and weird bug eyes really goes a long way in conveying the kind of character he is and making him endearing

Midoriya in My Hero Academia looks like a fine upstanding young man with goofy hair and shoes, but then when he gets excited he becomes this odd little freak, either shadily mumbling to himself or making the most crazed and frankly evil expressions that you just wouldn’t expect of a hero. Serious Midoriya looks so shockingly like a heel that you honestly can’t be surprised how popular Villain Deku AUs are

Chainsaw Man’s Denji is pretty similar in that he just looks like a bland high school boy, then he opens his mouth and we see sharp teeth and hear some of the most batshit words that any protagonist has ever said. The man is a lunatic, and we love him for it

I think that’s also why I’m such a fan of Yuusei Matsui’s works, cus he draws such pretty looking characters and then distorts them both comedically and horrifically based on the needs of the scene

I’m not going to give any examples of characters who are so pretty that they’re boring because I don’t want to kick the hornets nest, but I’m sure you’ve all seen at least one character design that for all its aesthetic qualities just doesn’t really leave much of an impression on you. Not that you’d remember, I guess, if they had so little impact, but you know what I mean

The point is that it’s clear that artists feel more comfortable letting their characters be freaks and weirdos than they used to, and this really helps the protagonists feels more endearing than they used to. It’s extremely rare for my favorite character in a series to be the main character, and while none of the characters I’ve listed quite make it for me, they are all the types of characters that I do typically like, they just happen to be surrounded by other characters I like more

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime #shonen jump

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I'm actually very annoyed to see all these directors talk about Harry auditioning when he's not landed the role. The last one that I found super strange is for Nosferatu. At the time the director talked about Harry, the movie was in PRODUCTION and only Anya Taylor Joy was announced on the casting. But they're going out of their way to talk about Harry auditioning when he's not even getting the part, telling how Harry is so good but still could not get the job (I think for schedule issues if I remember correctly, how convinient). I've never seen anyone talk like this before. After the movie is done, yeah maybe we get to know who tried to have a role and didn't get it but so early? And talking about how they don't audition "bad actors", whatever that means. I get talking about him during early stages for The Little Mermaid et Elvis bc it's very much fancasting for these big productions and he's a singer so it's relevant in the way that they could consider musicians before actors, I'll admit that but the rest? Who cares about this? The general public will judge in the cinema. Cinephiles as well, they might be effy about him trying out acting but still, they don't care if the director say he's good. They'll want to judge themselves. And fans will see his films no matter what, they're garranted good numbers so for WHO is it? The industry doesn't take recommendations from articles and they could literally ring someone to discuss Harry in projects if they really wanted to so what? I've never seen something like this before. Yeah I've seen articles when actors step down on a project they initially were on but had schedule issues bc they're BOOKED and BUSY. Seeing all these professionnals go out of their way to talk about how he's so good all the time but decided to hire someone else makes me instantly think he's not that good. I know casting is complex, you can be great but someone else will be perfect for the part but honestly ? He was fine in everything I saw so far and I believe it's bc his parts were so shorts you really have to be bad to mess it up, and with a lot of people in the casting it's almost easy to blend in. They need to stop talking about how good he is on such early stages, especially when they don't tell what makes him so good it's worth mentioning to the media. It's the strangest and most annoying thing ever. I don't see its purpose, it's not helping him. Even the Oscar thing for My Policeman was a little weird to me bc it was only for him when honestly I feel like the rest of the cast playing both young and old protagonists could lend nominations as well. But bc he's new to the thing and aparently "so good" they're pulling a Timothée Chalamet in Call Me By Your Name type of narrative? They need to let the projects come Out. Enough with the talking bc it's a little ridiculous at this point.

For a truly great actor, maybe it’s better to let the acting do the talking, and so far Harry has done nothing equal to what he’s been puffed up to represent. As you said, his role in Dunkirk was fine. He wasn’t terrible; Nolan wasn’t embarrassed in casting him. But to compare him to icons — people who were so spectacularly talented in their youth like Pacino, DiCaprio, Heath Ledger, Dustin Hoffman, Brad Pitt— when Harry is clearly just famous? It’s a little strange.

Posting this from a mutual:

Harry is not a fucking icon. I wish people would stop kissing his mediocre ass. Or 101: His team started calling him a fucking icon in 2016 when he was 22 years old and fresh out of 1d. Why aren’t these people fucking embarrassed to blow smoke up this bland boardroom-created pop star?

Harry really is not remarkable. He’s fine. Good looking enough, good enough voice, polite enough, fame-hungry but not getting in to big trouble, attention-grabbing and ambitious, enough to do whatever the corporate big heads want. His acting so far is mediocre at best. Even Star Fox cameo was cringey as fuck. His latest album has word-salad lyrics that make him sound like a teenager embracing sex and drugs. He spews platitudes - love, peace, be kind, I love you - but has nothing of substance to say. He’s okay - a dreamy hero for 9th graders everywhere to idolize - but the furthest thing from an icon. It’s all about money and clout, selling concert and movie theater tickets, allowing the rich to get richer.

And that’s really the bottomline, isn’t it?

Harry sells movie tickets.

#harry styles

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Snufkin from the Japanese anime adaptation "Shin Mumin" of 1972.

7w7 I was hoping someone would ask me this specifically, thanks 💕👏👏👏

*deep inhale*

OKEY 👏

It's not secret that I'm absolutely and positivity NUTS for this character, he's blorbo of my heart.

But I don't think I ever mentioned why (besides the fact that I think his design is so fine 👌💕).

When I was first entering the Moomin fandom, doing research and stuff, I was actually kinda surprised at this weird version of the moomins, like, they don't look like the 90's or 19's version at all (the two series that I had first contact with). And then you have this peculiar looking snufkin, no green, no brunette hair, no armonica, basically a whole new thing. I didn't think much of it until I saw a couple of clips of the series and after a while of joking, hearing "Osabishiyama no Uta.mp3" a couple of times, and despite not understanding ONE IOTA OF WHAT THE CHARACTERS WERE SAYING, I pretty much fell for this version of snufkin.

He's been my comfort character and favorite character to draw for some time now, and honestly, I think he brings the best of me 😂.

He does seem to have some flaws in the communication department, and thanks to someone (*cough* @laecandraw ) that did some translation for me , I know that he can be stubborn and pretty much inclined to leave if the scene makes him uncomfortable or he sometimes doesn't really care, but he's almost always right, has god like reflexes(this is where the Mary suesness come to shine XD) and generally could be one of the most "wise" and "mature" snufkin of them all.Kind, protective, patient, little playful sometimes, cute..OKEY I'll stop.

Also, bonus points for being one of the most affectionate adaptations of snufkin 😂.

I'm very aware that this version did have some controversy, especially with Tove herself, I like the character just for being him, if that makes sense..I think he has a lot of layers, he seem bland at first, but, idk, he's engaging if you don't think of him as "a snufkin".

AND HE SO DAMN FINE LIKE...ANAJABZJANJZANNW

Anyway, thanks for coming to ted talk xd

#thanks fot the ask pal <3 #moomin #snufkin #72's snufkin #winedrop #shin snufkin #i just love him so much