#Everyone's dream can come true if we just stick to it and work hard.

[mysticalcloudglitter]

[mediumgayitalian]

“I had a dream about you last night.”

“Oh, did you.” Will grins at him over his shoulder, up to his elbows in blood and fluids.

Nico kicks him. “Focus, stupid.”

“Yeah,” snarks Chiara, whose blood is currently splattering Will’s shirt. She reaches over and flicks Will on the forehead. “Focus in stitching the gaping gash in my leg, Solace.”

Nico frowns around his juicebox. “Hey. Lascialo stare. Only I call him Solace.”

“‘S my last name, Neeks.”

“Uh-huh. Everyone else can figure out something else to call you.”

“Possessive, are you.”

Nico smiles. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What’d you dream about, anyway?”

If Nico didn’t know Will so well, he’d take the casual tone for what it was. But he does, in fact, know Will and his horrible poker face, and notices the purse of his lips, the flick of his eyes in Nico’s direction every three seconds.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Everyone would,” huffs Chiara. “I have about forty dollars resting on you, di Angelo, and I will not be losing it.”

Nico sticks his tongue out at her. “Masticare lo zoccolo, zitella.”

“Hey!”

Will’s shoulders shake so hard he has to pause, trembling with the effort to hold back his laughter.

“I am trying to do a medical procedure, you two.”

Nico and Chiara speak at the same time.

“Yeah, in flip-flops.”

“Oh, are you? You’ve been flirting so long my numbing cream has started to wear off.”

That knocks Will back into doctor mode, eyes narrowing in focus. He is especially freckle-y today, not that Nico notices. And the sun is shining out the window at just the right angle to make Will’s curls look luminous. And his tongue sticks out of the corner of his perfect mouth, when he concentrates. And, gods, he’s wearing a shirt but the muscles in his /back/ —

“I can’t work with you oglin’ at me, Ghost King.”

“I’m not ogling at you.” Nico is a beautiful liar. Ignoring Will’s smirk, Chiara’s snickering, and his own flush is easy. “Why would I ever ogle at such an ugly person?”

“Because you’re in love with him, stupido. It’s embarrassing.”

“I think you should check her eyes, too, Solace.”

“How about you check deez fuckin’ nuts —”

“Alright,” Will says exasperatedly, before they can escalate too much and end up knocking a shelf off the wall. Again. “You’re done, Chiara. Take this ambrosia and scram. Don’t do anything strenuous and rip your stitches, ‘cause I’m not doin’ them again.”

She wastes no time bounding out of there. As soon as she’s gone, Will turns to face Nico, grinning.

“So,” he says, stretching out the syllable, grin wide and crooked, “you had a dream about me?”

Nico glances both ways, making sure no one’s watching. Then he darts forward to press a kiss to Will’s lips, relishing in the smell of his herbal shampoo, the chapped skin of his lips. Will grabs the side of his face and holds him longer, far past the quick peck he’d aimed for, kissing him until he smacks his boyfriend’s shoulder and pulls away, laughing. Will grins triumphantly, like he has the upper hand.

And, well.

Nico can’t have that.

“Yeah, lemme tell you about my dream.” He smooths his hands over Will’s shoulders. “This shirt was gone, for starters.”

“Mm. What else?”

“We certainly weren’t in the infirmary.”

“No?”

“No,” Nico breathes, breath hot on Will’s ear. He shivers. Nico smirks. “My cabin, dark, some low music playing…”

Will gasps. “Yeah?”

“…No one to bother us, you looking pretty as a picture on my bed…gagged.”

“Kinky.” Will shudders, hands sliding into Nico’s hair.

“Mhm. My dream come true.”

“That’s your dream?”

“Yes.” Nico pauses. “Dark, comfortable, warm…” He grins, wide and sharklike. “And finally, finally…quiet.”

It takes a second for it to sink in.

“Oh, you jackass!”

Nico cackles, stumbling back at Will’s shove. “Your — your face!”

“You jerk! I despise you!”

“Oh my gods,” he wheezes. He tries to calm himself, but one look at his boyfriend’s bright red cheeks sets him off again. “Oh my gods!”

Will huffs. Despite his embarrassment, he’s visibly struggling to hold on to his scowl, mouth twitching. “I’m breaking up with you. I’m gonna go date someone who appreciates me.”

“Nobody appreciates you more than I do, Sunshine,” Nico says, grinning. He presses a kiss to Will’s glowing cheek. “You’re just so easy to tease.”

Will rolls his eyes. “Whatever. I gotta work. Leave me alone.”

Nico presses another kiss, lingering until he feels him smile. “Okay, okay. I’ll see you at dinner, okay? Te amo.”

“…I love you too. Asshole.”

[the-writer-arrived]

Wedding Bells Underwater

Synopsis: after things have finally settled down in fontaine, wriothesley can finally fulfill the promise he made to avice and faissolle. watching their dream come true makes the duke think about his own future, one with you, he hopes.

Character: wriothesley.

Warnings: gn!reader; established relationship; spoilers for wriothesley's story quest.

A/N: i got so happy that they were included as a nice easter egg on wrio's birthday art 🥺

"...I'm sorry, you want me to do WHAT?"

"Help me organize Avice and Faissolle's wedding."

You stare dumbly at Wriothesley, the faint music coming from the gramophone the only sound in his office while you try to gather your thoughts. Has the workload finally taking its toll on him? Surely he knows that you have zero experience in organizing a wedding???

"It's nothing too complex like you're thinking. I just want you to act as a 'bridge' between the couple and me, since I have other matters regarding the Fortress and can't focus solely on them."

You make a 'ohhhh' expression, now understanding what is expected of you.

"Why didn't you say so from the very beggining?"

"Because I wanted to see what kind of face you'd make. And I must say, you never disappoint sweetheart."

Like the mature adult that you are, you decide to not say the snarky remark you thought and simply leave his office to look for the said couple.

(It's a lie, you stick out your tongue childishly and rushed out of the room before your lover considers cuffing you for disrespecting authority. Not that you would mind it that much).

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For someone who knew basically nothing about planning a wedding, you got into it pretty quickly... Maybe a bit too into it, if you were being honest.

The decorations, the location, the order of the events, the dress! Blame it on your perfectionist side, but really, after everything Avice and Faissolle went through in the Beret Society incident, they deserved a perfect wedding.

Even if it wasn't going to be a large scale event, due to all the limitations that comes with choosing the Fortress of Meropide as the venue and the couple's own wish for keeping it simple, there still was a lot of work to do. Knowing that, Wriothesley announced that those who help with the preparations would be awarded with double Credit Cupons. Suffice to say that you got all the workforce needed pretty quickly for the preparations to go smoothly.

After many meetings, headaches and shipment delays, you can now admire the results of yours, Wriothesley's and all the volunteers' hard work.

"Didn't know you had a secret talent for this. Ever considered changing careers?" The man beside you asks quietly while the bride and groom are giving their speech.

"Archons forbid! Do you have any idea how stressful that was? I have a newfound respect for professional wedding planners." You whisper back, remembering the way you basically passed out in bed the day before, all the stress and sleepless nights knocking you out.

Before he could say anything else, the spotlight shines above him and all the guests turn to look at your table.

"Your Grace, words are not enough to properly thank you for everything you've done for us. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be standing here and be able to call Avice my wife." Faissolle's words falter, him and his bride trying hard to control the tears. Wriothesley smiles at them, raising his glass in appreciation for their words.

"Of course, we can't forget the one responsable for turning our ideas into reality." The spotlight is now shining on you as well and you feel your face warming at the sudden attention. "Thank you so much for creating such an incredible wedding for us, we'll never forget this day."

Everyone raises their glasses in a toast for the newlyweds, cheers running through the crowd of guests when the couple finishes their speech.

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"...A penny for your thoughts, Your Grace? Or does it require Credit Cupons as well?"

You nudge your lover's arm to get his attention, seeing his faraway look.

"Oh yes, at least 500 Credit Cupons for such information." He chuckles when you roll your eyes. A beat of silence falls and you wait patiently for him to continue, if he wishes to do so. "I was just thinking that, in all the years I've been in the Fortress, I've never imagined I'd one day have it decorated for a wedding, of all things."

Wriothesley's eyes run along the tables of guests, the other former members of the Beret Society and others who became friends with Faissolle and Avice, all smiling happily and having a good time. A peculiar sight to see when you remember this merry ceremony is taking place inside a prison.

His attention returns to you at the feeling of your hand slipping into his, fingers entwining themselves with his easily like two puzzle pieces.

"That means all of your hard work is bearing fruit. The Fortress of Meropide can also be a place of good memories and new beginnings. The proof of that is right in front of you."

The Duke knows you must have meant the event, but, to him, his good memories and new beginning are you, always have and hopefully always will be.

Throughout the process of organizing the wedding, Wriothesley had wondered what kind of ceremony you would wish for. A big and impressive one? Or maybe a more low-key one, with just your close friends and family? What kind of attire would you like to wear? From Chioriya Boutique, of course, nothing but the best for his darling in their special day.

"Everyone! I'm going to throw the bouquet now!" The bride announces, causing a buzz among the excited guests.

"So? Should we go too?" Your boyfriend asks with a smirk and a playful glint in his eyes.

"Why not? Since we're here, we might as well have the full experience!"

There's already a crowd gathered in front of Avice when you and Wriothesley decide to join them. You both don't really mind though, choosing to stay at the back and observe the enthusiasm of others.

One could think it's funny how excited someone could be at the chance of getting the bride's bouquet, a chance of getting married in the future. Or maybe, it's not about marriage at all, but actually for the idea of having a better future after their sentence time is fulfilled.

Or maybe it's all just a projection of the Duke's own feelings about this.

...Who knew a celebration like this would make him think about things he's never considered before?

He shakes his head to clear his mind. You both weren't there to try and catch the bouquet for real, so there's no need to think too deeply about it.

Unbeknownst to him, fate had other plans.

It all happens too fast. At one moment, you watch Avice throw the flowers high into the air; at the next, you feel someone bump into you from behind, causing you to stumble forward. Thanks to Wriothesley's quick reflexes, he manages to prevent your fall by wrapping a strong arm around your waist. And then, you find yourself staring at the bouquet that had landed right into your arms.

What in the world?!

"Ohhhh they caught it!"

"Man, I wanted that bouquet..."

"Does that mean we're going to hear news about the Duke's wedding soon?!"

"It's about time for His Grace to tie the knot!"

The comments, cheers and the sheer craziness of this unexpected twist makes you laugh, both in embarrasment and disbelief.

In amidst of all the excitement around you both, Wriothesley can't help but think that that must have been Celestia's sign for him to stop wasting time and go after the bright future that awaits him.

Now, what would be the best ring to buy for his future spouse?

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[heartfullofleeches]

Yan Clown/Circus + Imaginary Friend Darling Blurb

Throughout life, friends come and go, but you - were always the first.

Things were simple in the beginning. Sit with that lonely kid at the playground, wipe their face with your sleeves, and ask if they wanted to be friends. They always said yes. You were inseparable. Playing until streetlights came on plus a seat saved for you at the dinner table when they reluctantly returned home. The biggest fears you faced where the monsters under the bed and the dark... then came school, homework, the future. Your playdates became so far and few, they put in the efforts to make new friends and you were so happy for them.

"Y/n? Who's that? Quit talking to yourself and come hang out with us."

But none of them ever wanted to be yours. Your friend was never home anymore and when they were it was always school work or video games taking their attention. Your place at the table was given to someone else. They'd gradually drift away from speaking to you and it was like you never existed in the first place to them, and maybe you never did - so you left. Back to that empty that existed before it all. There, you remembered all your friends. All your precious memories and the treasures they gave you their parents questioned them about when they disappeared. You hated it there. You didn't want to reminisce on the good times - it only lead to wordless goodbyes. Why - why did they always leave you behind?

"I got invited to a slumber party this weekend... Everyone turned out to be so nice once I gave them a chance like you told me to.... You'll... always be my best friend, but I have real ones now. I'm not a kid anymore - and I can't live in a fantasy world forever."

Of course you always knew - but did your time together really mean nothing? The smiles and tears, joys and fears - were those fake too? This was how life for you went and has gone your entire path. Make a new friend, wait for them to make their own, force yourself to forget, and repeat. You never, ever blamed them for abandoning you. It was your biggest dream to see your friends go out in the world and do all the things you rambled about for hours - you just wished you could've been their when they made their dreams come true. If they could make those fantasies reality, why couldn't you be real too them? It's not fair-

"Hey! You gonna put your raspberry in the square yet? I don't mind waiting cuz you're really cute - but I've eaten most of the blueberries already and if I eat one more I won't have enough for a win."

A new friend - you kept them waiting, lost in your thoughts like that. There's something different about this one... They're a lot bigger than your old friends and dress strange just like those funny people in shows. How old are they?

"28..... Is my favorite number because that's how many waffles I can eat before throwing up. I dunno my age really, I like a lot of candles on my pie so it's hard to remember. I'm probably waaaaaay older - or younger, but I'm definitely not younger than eighteen because I get a new doll every year - and there's a ton. Hey, when's your birthday so we can get your collection started?"

An adult - An adult can see you, but why?

"Hmmm, I dunno how you got in here either. I was just thinking about how great it would be to have someone to eat all these waffles with since I made 29 today - and poof you appeared outta nowhere. You gotta so me that trick eventually - wanna be pals? I'll give you... a quarter, no- half the stack if ya stick around. My name's Gus. Gus the clown."

A clown... Alot of your friends loved those, others were terrified. This one reminded you alot of them. So silly and carefree, just like they always were before reality kicked in. It was never that way for Gus. You'll never forget the shocked look on their face when you told them chocolate milk didn't come from brown cows. They serenaded you with songs detailing your adventures together and nearly had a heart attack when you played peekaboo together which they later tried to play off as good acting - the tear smudges in their paint was just from hot how was is.

At the same time, Gus was far more mature they let on. They fantasized about finding the missing piece to their act and heart, and hopefully marrying that special someone someday. They were all smiles - but as soon as someone got hurt they knew when to drop the act and when to use it to their advantage. You prayed the day they found someone they wouldn't ditch you like everyone else.

It turned out there were a lot more like Gus. True to their status as a performer, they worked and lived in a traveling circus with others who were accepting of you - and had the eyes to see you. They never doubted your existence like parents used to and believed near ever word Gus said even when at the point in time you were nothing more than the ramblings of a mad-clown, and greeted you in kind. Overtime, you became corporal for these performers too and the brief hellos turned to bear hugs thrust upon dolls Gus' sibling made for everyone to have when they wanted sat hello. They still couldn't touch you, but for the first time everyone knew you were their and love you the same, if not more than the friend you came for. Sometimes it really did feel like you were a real person. If only....

"Ouch!"

You pull your hand away from Gus' as the clown bursts into a fit of giggles - yelping in pain as they clap their hands together, electrocuting themselves on the buzzer.

Whoo! That definitely sends a shock through ya. Can't believe that got you. Hey - that got you... you've never been hurt by any of the things we've done before."

They're right. That really did hurt. Wait. It hurt. You've never been able to interact with anything before - leaving Gus overwhelmed on brunch dates when they devoured your share. What's going on?

Gus expresses the confusion you're both feeling with a high-pitched scream. They dart around the room, nabbing their emergency supplies of candy from beneath their pillow. "Ahhhh, idea - Y/n, try one of these - hurry!"

You take one of the licorice sticks and shove it in your mouth. If picked up the treat wasn't proof enough, the explosion of flavor on your tongue confirmed your theories.

"It's...good."

Gus races in a circles, squeeling in delight as they grab and pinch your plush - warm cheeks. "They've never been warm before! This is amazing. Ahhh, next test- here goes!"

Shutting their eyes, Gus rams their lips against yours - grinning with teeth against your skin. They kiss your lips, cheeks, and noses - smothering you with a hug, soaking up the beat of your speeding heart.

"You have no idea long I've wanted to do that...."

You're still reeling from everything going on. "W-what's happening, Gus?"

"No clue! If you want my guess, I'd say so many people believing in you made you real like that one movie with the puppet. The others! Oh, man everyone's gonna love this! Come on!"

Gus picks you up and sprints to the main show room. They gather everyone into the area along with the biggest mirror they could find. They try to explain, but the excitement gets the better of them. Frustrated by everyone's agreeable questions - they rip off the blanket covering the mirror and your reflection, and the crowd goes wild.

"That wasn't there before! Can we touch Y/n now???"

"I call dibs on giving them their first piggyback ride!"

"Wonderful timing! I knitted you a lovely scarf before I forgot you technically were a figment of our combined imaginations."

"If they're really here and can touch stuff... They can be part of the show - can't they?"

Thats right. You'd fit right in with your history too. After a celebratory dinner and cuddle session - the preparations for your big debut were made. As expected, everyone loved you. You and Gus were the starting act, and two halves of the same whole. People saw you, they praised you, loved you. The adoration of the crowd was like no other, but everything after the curtains were closed was even better. Gus kept to their promise of never leaving you behind. You were that missing piece - someone they couldn't live without. It was time for you to finally grow up and leave the ghosts of the past where they lied.

"Aw, don't be like that, sweetie. You'll love it once we get there."

This is bullshit. Their college gradation and their folks were dragging them to some circus. Luckily they had a few buds pull through for an aftershow at a nearby bat.

"Maybe your opinion will change when you see the staring act. That clown reminds me a lot of that friend you used to go on about. What was their name again? I think it was -"

Y/n. Your name and smiling face were plastered on a billboard they passed. It was no vague resemblance - that was their first companion down to the scrunchie you wore around your wrist that they gave you on the day they gave you the lukewarm mercy of a goodbye. It couldn't really be you - right?

"Look how big you've grown...."

No-

"Your parents tell me you're graduating this year. I'm so, so proud of you. Are you going to become a scientist just like you said?"

How?

"You always said it was so you could find a way for everyone to see me too... I'm sorry for holding you back for so long. It's good that you made friends. I made alot too - really good ones. With them, I can live in fantasy and the real world at the same time. It's so much fun."

What are you apologizing for? Why are you acting like you're the one that abandoned them. You were everywhere to them. Everything they ever achieved was because of the shoulder you gave them to lean on. Being with you was like a dream - but everyone has to wake up eventually.

"Oops! Looks like a wasted all our time. I have a few more scheduled greets, but maybe if you stay after we can chat a little more before you leave. See you!"

They don't want to leave. There's still so much to be explained; to say and do, but just like them - you were gone as you appeared. They had to see you again in a better time. Do imaginary friends drink coffee?"

"How's it feel to be the one on the other end of the stick?"

Another clown stands behind them. It was the same one that shared your act. Gus. What do they want?

"Y'know I know alllll about what happened between you two. I know everything from their past since as their bestest friend - and potential future spouse - it's my job to make them loved enough to spill every, little detail. You shouldn't have come here. You're not the first to recognize them - and you won't be the last.

The ball of their wrist juts painfully against their skin as the clown grabs their arm.

"I won't let any of you get back into their heart. I won't let anyone hurt them again. You can't just take back what you broke when someone else fixes it. I'll make you feel what they felt. I'll make them forget you - and anyone who tries to take them from us that I promise and promises are meant to be kept. Quick question before you go though - think Y/n will like these matching necklaces I made us? Anything looks cute when its on them - but think it'll fit better than that old scrunchie."

[artist-issues]

Actually, no, I’m just going to talk about Sabino.

I was going to talk about the deleted song “A Wish Worth Keeping,” but suffice to say: that song would not have made the movie better because that song had the same terrible point as the movie: “The power to make your wishes come true is in you, so keep wishing.”

No. Bad. Bad point, therefore bad movie.

The deleted song wouldn’t have saved it. Stop saying “Why This Song Matters” and “The Deleted Song That Could’ve Fixed Wish.” Figure out what was wrong with the movie first. Then you can properly figure out what should and shouldn’t have been cut from the movie.

Now let’s talk about Sabino.

I already said several times that the character is terrible in the actual movie. The idea of him could’ve been good, especially when you’re trying to say something about the concept of wishing, though.

In Wish, he’s an old man who’s tangible wish-trapped-in-a-bubble has never been granted. You’re supposed to feel bad for him; his life has been so long and he’s never gotten what he really wanted. But, even if you accept what the movie is telling you (the main point I referenced up there) he doesn’t do a good job supporting it.

Sabino can’t remember his wish. (Stupid.) So you don’t feel that bad for him. He gave it up when he was eighteen. He’s lived more of his life with no wish to miss than he did with one that didn’t come true. So what if it never comes true? He’ll just keep living as a vaguely cheerful guy with people who love him. He’s never that sad. We don’t care.

Also, when the idea that his wish will never come true is presented to him, he just… accepts it. On the one hand, that’s logical because of what I just said. But on the other hand, what a wasted opportunity to say something about your lousy “keep on wishing” main theme.

He’s 100 Years Old. He could have been the character that watches and waits, no matter how much time passes, and genuinely has faith like Cinderella or Geppetto or Snow White or Ray the Firefly or Ariel, and hangs on to his wish.

But they couldn’t do that. They couldn’t have an old character who is an example to a young woman. Because they had to have Asha be the one to “teach” everyone the “you have the power, so keep on wishing” message. You have to have her be the spirited child who proves the naysayers wrong—and therefore, you have to have Sabino be the naysayer. He doesn’t get to be the wise old man who teaches her something. He has to be the guy who says “you’re young, sit down and give up.”

Of course, they can’t even really commit to that either, because they’re still halfway-trying to make Sabino sympathetic, they’re trying to convince you that Asha really loves him and everybody does because he’s a sweet old man with a dream. But they half-do everything, and the base is rotten for all of it, so we don’t care.

Here’s what they should’ve done:

If you’re sticking with that terrible main theme: Give Sabino a wish that he never gives up on. Don’t let him give it to Magnifico. Let him keep it for himself and spend a hundred years working toward it, and he comes close several times, and it keeps blowing up in his face, and everyone (including Asha) thinks he’s crazy for keeping it, but he gets up and tries again over and over. That would’ve at least been interesting and had a shot at being impactful.

Get RID of that terrible main theme. Switch it to “have faith” and then make Sabino the one with the faith. And again, his age highlights that it is hard. It takes a long time. He spends most of his life yearning and wishing, but he never gives up or stops acting on faith. He becomes a source of inspiration for the people around him—except Asha, who loves him but needs to find her own faith before she can understand him—and then eventually joins him in faith. Like Jane from Return to Neverland. (Yes I said it.)

[brinxxxx]

A Bang Chan FF (content warning 18+!!) (smut)

Whipped For You

Chapter 9: Red Lights

Author POV

Chan ran to his car. Got in and drove to your apartment. Banging on the door like a mad man. You knew. It was him. You I opens the door in a silk night gown. Barley covering your body as it's loosely tied. "Mmm hi Daddy.."

He sweeps you off your feet. And takes you to your bed. "I told you bad girls get punished." He grabs your throat lightly and slaps your face. "Bend over babygirl it's punishment time."

"Yes Daddy" you couldn't contain yourself. You stick your bum up in the air as he smacks it full force. You groan at the pain. It it turns into a long moan. He does this for a while noticing your throbbing wet pussy. He bends down to lick and bite your folds. You scream in pleasure.

He puts two fingers in you and slowly rocks them in and out of. You groan at how good it feels buts so slow. You like fast and rough but he's taking his time. He's punishing you.

"Are you sorry for being naughty babygirl? Because what you did was very very bad. You distracted Daddy from his work. Now he had to come here to punish you. Tsk tsk tsk"

"I'm sorry Daddy I just wanted to show you i missed you. I needed you. I wanted to tease Daddy!"

"Mmmmm teasing is good but you went too far babygirl. Next time you do it I'll make sure to tell you what I want to see okay?"

"Yes Daddy...please fuck me"

"No."

"Please Daddy! I'll be good. I'll stay stil. I'll be quiet! Please!"

"Hmmm where's the fun in that if your silent and still hmmm?"

He pulls his fingers out of you. "Taste yourself babygirl."

You roll on your back mouth wide open ready to take his finger in your mouth. You suck them and lick them. He groans at the site. He unbuckles his belt and removes his trouser and shirt. "Fucking hell i can't hold myself back from you"

He thrusts into you hard. You scream. "Take Daddy's dick. Good girl"

You take his cock as he rams in you animalistically. Not stopping. Chasing his own high. "You dirty little girl thinking you can get away with your naughty antics...no no no. Take Daddy's dick as punishment"

"Yes...Yes DADDY!"

"That's it say my name. Let everyone hear it."

He smacks your ass as he is balls deep in you. You're whimpering and moaning is sending him over the edge. You think of something cheeky. Something that would help him get his satisfaction. You cup his balls. Playing with him. He growls at your touch.

"FUCK! Baby girl you keep doing that and Daddy will have to cum! You don't want Daddy to cum too early now do you?" He gives a cheeky mischievous grin. "No Daddy we don't!" He can tell you're close to your release he can feel your body itching to cum.

"Oh no baby. Part of your punishment...you're not allowed to cum!" Your face drops. You start to whine even more. "Please Daddy! I'll be good! Please! I need to cum I'm desperate Daddy! Please!" You whine. He chuckles at your struggles.

Chan feels his high fast approaching. He doesn't tell you as he releases himself into you. He screams in pleasure. He pulls out of you and says "cum for Daddy...I know you want to now" he places his face i between your legs and licks out his cum dripping out of you. Making you cum all over his face. Your squeals of pleasure make him grown and growl. "Fuck baby you and I taste so good!"

He crawls up to your face and kisses you making you taste his and your juices. You both moan satisfied with each others tastes. He breaks the kiss suddenly. "I have to go home and get changed. I'll need to be back at work. I'll see you soon okay babygirl?" He kisses your forehead and runs off. You smile satisfied with what's happened.

You're happy that you finally get to be yourself around him. Allowing your fantasies come to life. It's really a dream come true...your snapped out of your thoughts when you hear Chan scream from the door. He had opened it to see 7 males standing at your door. You run downstairs in a oversized top and shorts.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here!" Chan shouts. "We knew you never went home...we knew you'd be here" Changbin says whilst wriggling his eyebrows. Lee knows face was a little red and he had a resting bitch face. As soon as he sees you he barges past chan and grabs you by the throat. Chan instantly turns to grab him.

"do you wanna tell me why you're distracting our leader? Stop fucking him when he's busy. Got that?" 

"Lee Know back off i was heading home after I checked up on Y/N. Calm your shit. Stop acting like a protective brother."

He lets go and smiles wickedly. "It's her fault we are in this mess" your eyes tear up and you run upstairs. Locking your room door. "Look what you've done. Look i was heading home to get changed just meet me back at the building okay? Lee know your staying behind. Your fixing this mess. NOW"

Chan barges past them as the boys leave Lee Know behind. Knowing he went too far and what he said wasn't true. He walks up the stairs to your bedroom door and knocks lightly. Hearing you sniffle. "Sis. Open up. Please. Im sorry. Please"

"Fuck off lee know you've done enough damage today"

"Please. Im really sorry I don't know why I said that. It isn't true. His fiancés the problem not you. Come on butterfly open up"

*butterfly/Nabi is his nickname for you. He's always called you that since Day one. Since finding out you were siblings he's made it into a family nickname with your biological parents.*

You open the door. Tear stained face and body shaking. He grabs your and tightly cuddles you. "It's okay butterfly. You're okay. No one's gonna hurt you no more. Okay? Get dressed you're coming to work."

"No. It's my day off why do I need to go"

"Just trust me okay? Get dressed up. Not too much and not sexy either. Don't need to see that in my workplace. Just trust me on this."

You go off to get changed. You call chan as he was driving back to check in the siblings fewd.

"Yes? Why! No wait Lee know his Dad can't meet her yet! Do you think? Hmmm...okay okay I won't say a thing to him but Jesus Christ Hyung you should've said something to us before we left! Okay we can arrange something. Okay cool". Lee know was on the phone to I.N

"Perfect. Then the marriage thing will

Be over!" He thinks to himself

[writingonleaves]

and there are some days when i think that, somewhere, you're watching - the blue au

universe: the blue au

warnings: cancer, grief, sadness, the usual with anything to do with the blue au's premise lol

title: "chemtrails" by lizzy mcalpine

word count: 1.1k

author's note: lol hey!! there are a million other wips i should be working on but here we are! if you haven't read at least the first part of this au yet, you probs should for context. we are also manifesting here all three hughes brothers make it to the olympics. inspired by the beautiful players tribune article kevin hayes wrote for his late brother jimmy. i thought a lot about which brother would write something like this and ended up settling on quinn <3 enjoy and let me know your thoughts!

*****

The Ones We Play For 

for The Players Tribune 

by Quinn Hughes 

Written February 4, 2026

I’ll never forget the first time I put on a USA jersey for an international competition. 

It was for the 2015 World Under-17 Challenge when I had just turned 16. I didn’t think much of it at the time. The only thing I thought about was playing well, but it was an honor nonetheless. 

Every time you get the opportunity to represent your country in any way, it’s an honor. I know everyone says it, but it’s true. The whole nation is looking at you and cheering you and your teammates on. The playing of the anthem means more than ever. You look at the jersey and feel like you’re part of something bigger.

Next week, hockey at the 2026 Winter Olympics in Milano-Cortina will begin. I’ve always dreamed of being about to play at the Olympics, but now that it’s actually here, it’s surreal. 

The team is great, and I feel lucky to even be here. As I look around at my teammates, I feel confident that we can bring home a gold medal. But it’ll take hard work. That’s nothing that we don’t know though. 

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it means to put on the jersey and who we wear it for. Of course, I think I speak for every single person at these Olympics when we say we wear it for our country and the fans watching us, whether here in Italy or back home. 

But we’re all playing for someone in our own support group. The village that has brought each of us here.

First, my parents, who have been there since the very first day. My mom, who taught me how to skate and my dad, who taught me how to see the game. My extended family: my grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and family who aren’t technically family but who might as well be. Everyone in my life who’s always offered support and encouraging words, who has sat in cold rinks and watched me play. Whether they’re here in Italy or watching from various parts of the world, I’m playing for them. 

I’m also playing for my brothers, who will be on the ice with me. That’s still crazy for me to think about. We never could’ve imagined this when we were playing mini sticks in the basement as kids. Of course, we dreamed about it. But to see it come to reality? I feel very grateful. In the locker room, I look at Jack on my right and then Luke at my left. We’re playing for each other. 

But most importantly, I’m playing for Miguel Sandoval. 

I don’t talk about Miguel often, but he was one of the most important people in my life. Still is. He met my parents before I was born and automatically became a second father to me. To be honest, I don’t think I talk about him often because it still hurts to think about. 

Miguel was one of my biggest cheerleaders from the beginning. The fact that he’s not alive to see me take the ice next week is, well, it’s a lot of things. Sad is the first word that pops to mind. Unfair is another. The one who was at the rink next to my father in the stands before I even really knew how to play hockey isn’t alive to see me play in the Olympics? There’s no words to describe how devastating that is. 

He never got to see me play in any USA jersey, even though he was always confident I would put one on eventually. He died of pancreatic cancer on New Year’s Day, 2015. 

It’s been over 11 years without him, but he’s still in everything I do. A huge part of the reason I wear 43 is because of him — his birthday is April 3. I still remember his boisterous laugh and his kind eyes. He wrote Jack, Luke and I letters before he died that were specifically addressed to be given to us on our draft days. I still carry mine with me on every road trip. That’s how long and how strongly he believed in us. Somehow, he just knew that we would be drafted long before it happened. 

I have every word of that letter memorized. Sometimes, I trace over his handwriting with my thumb, and it feels like he's still with us.

During his brief battle with cancer, even when his body had almost no strength left, he always greeted us with a smile and an enthusiastic greeting. Even when he was advised not to, he made it to the games he could until his last days. To the very last day, he lived life with the biggest smile on his face.

If anyone should be here to see his “talented boys” take on the ice, it’s him. Not everyone is lucky enough to have someone like Miguel who loved them so unconditionally. I’m grateful for the time I had with him, even if I desperately wish it was more. We weren’t his sons by blood, but he treated us like family. But sometimes life is unfair, and we have to hold on to the fact that everything happens for a reason.

Here’s a reason: Miguel’s wife, Maeve, who is like a second mother to me, will be watching from Boston. Maeve is the best, always keeping it lighthearted and reminding me that life is supposed to be lived to the fullest. She has this youthful energy that’s just so infectious. She’s the one who always reminds me that hockey is supposed to be fun. I wouldn't be half the person I am today without her support.

And then their daughter, Clementine. Clem, I call her. Jack calls her Clee and Luke calls her Clemmy. Clem’s my best friend / older sister — the universal older sister, to be honest. It doesn’t matter if our last names aren’t the same. She’s been there for me ever since I could remember. Even when we were states, sometimes countries, away, I knew that if I called her, she’d always pick up. Currently on the journey to becoming a doctor, Clem is the kindest, most intelligent, most selfless and strongest woman I’ve ever met. She was the one who lost her father, but she made sure that all of us were okay. Even now, she can’t ever seem to take off the big-sister hat. But I wouldn’t have her any other way. 

Miguel, wherever you are, I can tell you a few things. First, I promise that we’re taking care of your wife and daughter as best as we can. We’re gonna try our best to get to the final rounds of this tournament so that they can fly out and watch us play. We love them and they’ll always be family. Second, whenever I feel a bit lost or need to be grounded, I think of you and your calm demeanor and bear hugs. I wish I could have just one more hug. Squeeze you one more time.

Miguel, when I put on that USA jersey and step on the ice, I will be playing for you. Jack, Luke and I will all be skating for you.

We miss you. 

We love you.

This is for you.

Yours, 

Quinn

[seasaltmemories]

Mars Review/Analysis

Mars was a series I had vaguely known about for a while. I've seen the iconic statue kissing scene, the male lead ranked as one of ppl's faves problematic love interests, and even had a mutual who talked about reading the series once a year. However it wasn't until a discussion on the portrayal of sex and other mature topics in shoujo that I figured it might be useful for me to read such a foundational work

Cue me reading the first chapter and breathlessly telling people it alone would count as the one of the best of shoujo. I binged the rest of the 15 volume series in a week, and through so many familiar ups and downs, it still felt like something special.

CW: Suicide, Sexual Abuse, Homophobia, Transphobia

Summary time:

Kira, a shy high school student, lives only for her art. Rei, An arrogant, rebellious and violent playboy, wears his delinquency like a badge of honor. They are exact opposites in every way, but when Kira sees Rei kissing a statue of Mars, she overcomes her fears and asks him to model for her. And, to everyone's surprise, Rei agrees.

On the surface it seems just like a typical good girl/bad boy story, and it is hard to say it isn't, but so much of what makes the story work is the details. Their meet cute is subdued, nothing but an excuse to get them talking again, but as they talk more and more, their chemistry just shines through. I don't know if it just fits my specific tastes, but it really is the stuff of girlhood dreams. Rei has this easy-going charm that is hard to look away from, and you can see Kira start to fall fast and hard despite herself, and by the end of volume 1, they've shared their first kiss and are more or less an item for the rest of the series

It is a pretty fast courtship for most romance stories, but the fact we skip the pining to get straight to an established relationship means we get this sort of easy physical affection that is so refreshing. Frankly I would enjoyed just watching them be absolutely adorable, but as we uncover both their dark pasts, they take on this young, restless "us vs. the world" love I can't resist

I mention before how a lot of Rei's appeal lies in his laid-back nature, rather than brood in a corner, he's outgoing and popular but the same carefree nature means he doesn't put much stock in social convention or consider the consequences his poor impulse control can get him in. It's a much more thought-out portrayal of a "bad boy" even as the dramatic details of his backstory build up. Considering his mother's early death, his estrangement from his father, and the fact he saw his twin brother commit suicide in front of him, it is clear his ease with everything is more bc of a general apathy, even towards his own wellbeing

Kira we learned started the series still recovering from the sexual abuse she suffered at the hands of her stepfather, as her relationship develops with Rei, she has to process a lot of trauma she still has surrounding her sexuality. It is clear her introverted, passive nature is not just a means of making her more relatable/easier to project onto, and that the real Kira has only started to come back out of her shell

I'd be lying if I acted like these issues were explored in nuanced, subtle ways, but even through the melodrama there was something real to it all that captured me. Like I usually struggle to latch onto most contemporary romances where the biggest obstacles couples face are their willingness to go ahead an make the first move. But these are real problems that real ppl face, even if it is heavily dramatized, and so their determination to stick together and make a place where they can be happy and safe just tugs at my heartstrings, even the breakneck pacing from one arc to the next, felt true to the whirlwind that is young adulthood. Did Fuyumi Souryo forget a plot thread when Rei's dream of becoming a pro racer fell away from the plot for like ten volumes? Maybe, but in life you're usually not really following a laid out plan and are more trying to survive from one crisis to the next while discovering patches of stability along the way

The melodrama really started to test my limits with the introduction of the antagonist, Masao. In contrast to Rei and Kira's detailed history of violence, Masao's just plain evil and attracted to the both of them for extra "creepiness" It's not just tasteless, it's boring, his entire arc nearly killed my interest in the series

Thankfully he only shows up for one arc in the middle and then briefly at the end to stir up more trouble. He's more bearable in those chapters thanks to the fact he's reflecting how much our main leads has grown, but his existence is painfully utilitarian, which applies to most of the rest of the cast, clearly only existing to highlight our main duo better. This also leads to some transphobia and insensitive portrayals of suicide.

Rei's mother and twin also suffer similar "secretly evil all along" reveals as Masao, which I do think cheapen Rei's struggle. Frankly we don't get enough time to unpack either character's history to really understand them, but even if the narrative doesn't suggest it outright, it is hard to ignore the feeling their deaths aren't so tragic bc of their flaws. Even so, they bothered me less than Masao for some reason. For all her violent tendencies, Rei's mother is still given sympathy that Masao never gets. And even though Sei's suicide note expresses a lot of misanthropy and sadism, to me there were enough lines almost suggesting he feared those tendencies within him and was also struggling in his own way. Perhaps their underdeveloped nature all helps keep either plot point form having to overstay their welcome

And that's the thing, despite all the dark and shocking plot twists I casually mentioned, what really stands out as I look back on the series, is the strong love Rei and Kira share. Going back to the plot summary, what you see is what you get. If you aren't on board with the series after volume 1, then it probably isn't for you. But few pieces of media have ever sold me on two character's love for each other as hard as this did. I mentioned before that I tend to need my media to acknowledge tragedy before I can accept their hope, but even when Mars isn't pulling out its soap opera cliffhangers, I always wanted to see how Rei and Kira would come together to support each other through their next stages of life.

[inbetweening]

last edited May 22 2024

Jinx! 24. I have no pronouns. Do not refer to me.

I practice hoodoo, root work, mediumship, otherworldly travel, Spirit work, death work, ancestor work, Green witchcraft etc . A lot of that is redundant. I usually just say root work and spirit work but wanted to get specifics. I'm a black female and I believe gender is an oppressive concept that harms everyone but mainly females and is principally designed to keep us in our respective societal places. This largely benefits males as a class. Yes all men, yes all white people.

I live in Florida and have working relationships with many local spirits which is where I draw inspiration and life, and this process goes around in a cycle where we enrich each other's existences. I believe it is necessary for their world to be connected with ours for the continued survival of both. Two sides of the same coin.

I greatly enjoy reading about science particularly of the biological variety, botany, art, anthropology, poetry and fantasy. I don't believe that simply because something is fictional which in Latin means that it was made or created, fictio... I DON'T believe that that makes it not true or unimportant. Everything is fiction. Reality is experiential.

Stories, folklore, art, plays, etc and fantasy are vital to our existence as human beings. Creating art and writing inspired by my encounters with the other worlds is a way of bringing them into our world and bridging the Gap. Belladonna told me that that was my purpose many years ago. She gave me the imagery of sewing fabric, and I was the thread.

Below is my working list of gods

Based off of the beings that seem to have a routine and important/impactful presence in my life. Concepts that stick around for one reason or another and entities or ideas that I have interacted with frequently enough to call ourselves acquaintances maybe even friends or family.

Ocean, moon, death, plants, fungi, intoxication, art, writing, poetry, humanity, life, fire, music , darkness

"Barry." Local Spirit. My initiator, my lover. Fairyish. Devilish. death and the wild, knowledge and wisdom especially if forbidden, outcasts, rejects, the disabled, intoxication, etc. he is probably the main thing I work with. He is potentially part of my soul, potentially an entire other being. It's hard for me to wrap my head around but he has said he's both me and other.

Wampus. Cat goddess. Female vitality. Blood. I have felt a great connection to cats since a young age, always had them in the family, prayed to bastet as a kid. One time as an adult when I'm more officially started calling myself a spirit worker, I prayed to the local beings to keep my cats safe because one of them was wandering towards the road. I immediately heard a strange noise unlike any animal I'm familiar with, and my cat turned around and ran back inside. There were a number of other occurrences including being visited in dreams, having strange cats watch me through my windows, and extremely loud disembodied kitten meowing at 3:00 a.m. on my street when everybody else was asleep. Fierce protector, gentle mother, wild woman. Meat, alcohol, birth, death, sex . Lesbianism!

0 Void of presence. The point of creation and destruction - the black water from which we all come and return, Gd.

Time as a substance like water that can be moved through like water.

gods eye. Awareness. Observation, consciousness. Eye/ odin. , inspiration (literally, to breathe into). Light must be seen . It is meant to be a vessel of communication. I believe that light is a God, and to see is divine.

Hush. Counterparts to odin. God of speaking and of silence. And listening. Music, breath, death, rhythm, storytelling. Ancestors. Community, humanity, bones. Drumming, rhythm, heartbeat, lungs

Heart fire . ? I think that's my soul? Higher self, holy demon. Overlaps with fetch, animal self, hormones, touch, desire. The body, somatic, skin, breath, stretching, sex,

Queen of fluttering things. Spring, flower petals, ephemerality. Existence, wholeness, breeze, wind. Sensation. A single moment. Birds. Air. Breath.

Swarm. Insect God. Stray dogs, homeless, flies, detritus. Discomfort and discussed. Fungus. Death and decay.

I have learned that discomfort and discussed and fear are signals, should be listened to but leaned into. And you can learn much about yourself this way.

I do also believe in a creator. But it is weird to personify this being as a human. I worship the cosmos. Carl Sagan vibes here.

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Reduce Everyone To Tiers

For: @majorastudios and Splax

Boredom and the desire to rank things pointlessly

“I’m bored”.

“Dude, same”.

“I’m booorrreeedd”.

…

“I’m-”.

“If you say you’re bored one more time I’m going to beat the ever lover fuck outta you”, Sam sits up and glares murderously at Danny then Tucker, who had started to open his mouth, she lifts up a shoe.

But Danny smirks at her, “that wouldn't stop me from moaning, I’d just be moaning about something else”, stretching out apathetically at her furthered glaring, “maybe instead someone could chose something to do”.

Jazz sticking her head in, startling the geek and goth, “you could be productive, you know”.

Danny grins meanly, “you mean like turning the ghost files into a tiered list based on personal opinion and not power? Love the idea, Jazz”.

She glares at him, “I meant do your school work, Lancer called again”. Danny just waves her off lazily as she shakes her head, leaving.

Pah! What does she know? School’s a waste of time for him anyway; Lancer’s caring notwithstanding. Right? Right. Looking to his friends and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Said friends shrug and get up; because really? Why not. There was nothing else to do.

-

Danny’s spinning around in his chair, “so… a proper S to F tier style, obviously”, nodding curtly to himself, “and ol’ Boxy is a solid F”.

Tucker snorts, “no shit, dude. It wouldn’t even matter what the reasoning was”.

Sam just rolls her eyes at that, “but what is our actual reasoning here? Power would be pretty pointless”.

Both boys turn and grin at her, “coolness, obviously”.

“You guys are idiots”.

…

“So Phantom’s an S”.

Sam smacks him, hard, “absolutely not! Your dumbass is at best a B”.

Danny has to whine at her for that, “oh come on! I have an entire festival celebrating me! I’m on t-shirts!”.

“So’s Kanye”.

“Oh that was just mean”.

Sam smirks, “mean but true. You’re a B”.

Tucker chuckles, shaking his head, “we all know that Amity would say S, Sam. Just give him A tier and be happy”; she flips him off for that. Danny just taps away on the computer, probably putting in more effort than is reasonable to align the image of himself on the little tier list.

Danny hums to himself, “Skulker’s also pretty lame”.

Tucker throws up his heads at that, “hey! As a few Techno lover I resent that!”.

“Tuck, half the time he gets forcefully flown off due to that Purpleback Gorilla virus”, raising a very judgmental eyebrow, “and how many times has he tried to catch me and brutally failed? Heck, Ember comes around to drag him off constantly. He’s not cool. But I guess he can have D tier just to be nice”.

Tucker still pouts at that before huffing, “speaking of Ember, mind control or no, solid A, should be S”.

Sam grumbles, “mainstream trash music? I don't think so”.

“Hey! It’s good mainstream trash”.

Danny snorts, “Amen to that”. Sam glares at him. Which, to be fair, was reasonable seeing as the ghostly singer had practically mind controlled him before. But also to be fair, she was a singer, that was just kinda inheritally cool. “And plus Sam, if we don't give her S tier then who the heck are we?”.

She raises an eyebrow, “ClockWork? FrostBite? Pandora? Undergrowth?”.

Danny and Tucker both scowl, Tucker pointing at her, “you only said Undergrowth ‘cause he’s all plant crazy like you”.

“Hmpf”.

Danny chuckles, “and as much as I love FrostBite, he is so not a S tier quality; A tier is even pushing it”.

Now Tucker’s turned his scowl on Danny, “Oh dude, you are so not about to put the freaking ice-armed yeti on the B tier”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “we cant just put everyone we actively like on the high spots. Is he a yeti? Yeah. Ice armed? Also yeah. Is he cooler than Nocturne? Literal god of dreams and sleep? Giant sentient starry blanket? Hell no. Is Nocturne an S tier? Also no. They’ve got so few powers and do almost nothing but sleep”.

Tucker points at him, “damn you”. Sam pointing at the geek, “he does have a point though”; making Tucker pout even more.

Danny nods curtly, “Frosty gets B tier. Nocturne, A tier”, sticking up a finger, “and Ember is getting S”.

“Hmpf”.

Danny eyes her, “just for That UnderGrowth gets C”.

She throws her hands up, “he’s a god too you know!”.

“Yeah but he’s a god that I can run over with a lawnmower”.

Tucker grins fondly, reminiscing, “that is one of my fondest memories”; Sam smacks him. Tucker fake pouts quickly before adding, “At least we can all agree Technus is F tier; he might be a techie but he’s just… so lame”.

Everyone snorts at that; absolutely no arguments to be had with that one.

Danny nods, fixing up the tier list, “don’t forget how he Monologs more than even Boxy and shows up almost as much”.

Tucker finger gunning, “and unlike Skulker, he doesn’t have a hot girlfriend that’s totally out of his league”.

Sam rolling her eyes at that with a muttered, “boys”.

Danny and Tucker pretend not to hear her, Danny clicking around, “and The LunchLady can go one tier above her husband”; which gets everyone laughing at the Box Ghosts expense again.

Tucker humming, “what about Boxed Lunch? Should she even count? She doesn’t exactly exist yet”.

Danny blinks, “Tuck, man, if we start counting potential and alternate realm or timestream ghosts this thing will be massive”. His two friends shrug, agreeing.

Danny hums after a bit, “I vote for Poindexter on the F tier spot to”; making the other two wince.

Sam raising a hand, “I vote Bertrand for F tier as well”.

Danny sighs, “as much as I hate him and his sadist boss, he’s not nearly F tier lame. That shapeshifting is dope”.

Tucker nods, “so not F tier ‘cause cool powers, but not D tier ‘cause ugly on the inside and out”.

Danny finger snaps at him, “and Amorpho gets B tier”.

Sam eyes him, “you do know he’s used his shapeshifting to be in movies and in music videos, right?”.

Tucker and Danny both blink at that, turning to her in unison, “he what?”.

Sam sighs, shoving her phone at them to let them snoop. Needless to say, Amorpho truly did love the spotlight.

“… Okay, he can have A tier”.

Sam smirks, “that’s what I thought”, then frowning, “and at least let Spectra be F”.

Danny sighs, “she’s really not lame enough, Sam”. Tucker nodding curtly, “E tier for sure”. Sam sighs.

“Speaking of people with mental issues who like to see me in pain, Vlad…”.

“C”.

“F”.

“B”.

Sam and Tucker look at Danny, Sam smacking him, “why would you give that ass B tier?”. Tucker nodding, “I was being nice with the C rank, the heck, dude”.

Danny pouts at them, “he’s a halfa, he’s rich, his fashion isn’t horrible -stereotypical Vampire-themed or not, his power-set is no joke, and he has cat; he’s the fucking mayor”.

The two stare at him, “he’s not B tier, Danny”.

Danny grumbles, “C tier it is then”, pouting more, “can we at least agree his vultures are E tier?”.

The two shrug; it was no debate that they weren’t lame lame, but they didn’t really have any cool points either. Working for Vlad made them a nuisance though.

Tucker leans over and taps, “speaking of Vlad, Elle is obviously a cool one”.

Danny glares at Tucker’s hand, “if you move to put her anywhere below B I will blast you in the face”.

Tucker snorts, “dude, Elle is absolutely cooler than Vlad’s sorry ass”. Sam nodding, “she’s not pulling stupid superhero stunts though, so not A tier”.

Danny grumbles, “must you mock me so”.

Tucker shoves him a little before moving out of easy hitting range as he talks, “speaking of your sorta children-”.

Danny glares murderously, knowing exactly where the techno-geek was going with that comment, “Don’t you fucking dare”.

“Hey, Dan’s still technically in this timeline”.

“Are you trying to get assaulted, Tuck”.

While Tucker and Danny continue bickering half-heartedly, Sam just moves Dan to C Tier. Even she knew that monster was cooler than Vlad but there was no way she was putting that ‘man’ in the same bracket as Elle or Phantom or above them.

Danny eventually glares murderously at the screen, “fuck you. Johnny 13’s kinda misogynistic ass gets C tier too then”.

Sam snapping, “He sells drugs!”.

Tucker and Danny both eye her, Tucker snorting, “that doesn’t hurt his odds, Sam”; she scowls. Tucker looks to Danny though, “didn’t he date your sister though? In some weird trying to turn her into Kitty’s meat suit thing”.

Danny blinks, “… fuck right, I forgot about that”, sighing deeply, “D tier”. At Sam’s smug look Danny adds, “his Shadow gets C tier though”. She rolls her eyes.

Tucker shoves Danny’s shoulder suggestively, “what about Kitty herself though, eh? Eh?”, wiggling his eyebrows even more suggestively, “your first girlfriend”. Sam finally smacks the geek with her shoe.

Danny flushes a bit, regardless of everything he did kind of like like Kitty and the feeling was mutual. Johnny was absolutely her soul mate though. Coughing and ignoring Sam’s murderous look, “well, ah, obviously she’s cooler than Shadow”.

Tucker chuckles at his suffering, “totally”.

“Goddamnit, Tuck. B tier”.

Sam is still glaring.

Tucker laughs before grinning again, “speaking of hotties, Desiree. Total B tier, Right?”.

“Absolutely not”.

Sam glares even more somehow but at Tucker this time, “she just grants things and died over a man. E tier”.

Danny shrugs, “she doesn’t really get any cool points, man. D tier just because her power can actually pull some cool stunts”. Sam rolls her eyes at that so he adds on, “what? Cotten candy river and bringing to un-life movie characters is cool. Not fun to fight, but still cool”.

She sighs, “okay I’ll give you that one”. Tucker fist pumps, cheering a little. She eyes him, actively seeking to wreck his mood, “Hotep-Ra?”. Tucker scowls at her.

Danny chuckles, “hate to say it, Tuck, but… that one was smart, had a decent plan, fashionable, had servants; kinda cool”, sticking up a finger at the geeks pouting, “he’s garbage without you being under a mind control spell though”.

Sam taps her chin, nodding, “D tier as well then, I say”.

Tucker grumbles incoherently a little, “fine. He’s not that awful I guess”, perking up, “my Sphinx better be at least a C then”.

Danny snorts, “it’s a giant fucking Sphinx, man. Duh. B tier, and Cujo best boi is definitely better so A tier”.

Sam and Tucker give him amused soft looks: “fine, Danny”.

Sam leans forwards, “and we might as well just do all the ghosts that Danny here is fond of right off the bat: ClockWork? Pandora? Dorothea? Wulf?”.

Tucker jerks up a hand, “oh! Wulf is Hella awesome”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “speaking Esperanto isn’t actually cool, you know”.

Sam laughing, “agreed. So lame”. Tucker just pouts at that. Sam nods to herself, “D tier for the wolf with an unoriginal name”.

Danny snorts, “okay yeah. And I don’t think I even need to say Clocky’s S tier and Pandora is A tier”.

All three nod actively at each other. ClockWork was a god, a super powerful one; and they were both mysterious and stylish. While Pandora was well… fashionable, terrifying, powerful, and terrorised the Box Ghost; terrorising Boxy earned cool points.

Tucker hums, “and based on dragon awesomeness alone Dora totally gets B tier”.

“No arguments here”.

“As much as I love her, yeah she can’t go higher”, Sam shrugs, she had some serious bonding with that lady but she wasn’t exactly… ‘hip and cool’.

Danny nods to himself, clicking away, “obviously her dipshit brother gets D tier, he’d get E if he wasn’t also kinda a dragon”.

Sam grumbles, “yeah fuck that abusive asshole”.

Tucker nodding, “anti-tech dumbass”.

Danny rolls his shoulders, “not as abusive as Walker, who’s getting F tier for being a rule following loser. Bullet E tier for following his ass”. Everyone just chuckles at that.

Sam smirks a little, “speaking of rules, The Observants”.

Danny grumbles, “fuck you”, with feeling; to this day they would still occasionally try to assassinate his sorry ass.

Tucker scratches his head, “how do we even quantify their coolness? They’re a giant one-eyed collective”.

Danny and Sam blink. Danny sighing, “that’s… actually a good point. Huh”.

“Well, they’re not E tier and C tier’s pushing it”.

Tucker nods, “C tier would be the exact middle but yeah. D tier it is”.

Danny shrugs, “yeah I guess. Pariah would be kinda hard to put anywhere other than S tier purely because of his excessive level of bullshit; he’s sorta hard to quantify too”.

Sam shrugs, “well we barely met him. You had an actual conversation with him but still”.

Danny rolls his eyes, snorting, “that was barely a conversation. The dude is or was a stupid old tyrannical warlord god of death with theatrics on the ectoplasmic brain”.

Tucker hums, “you know, if we do that with old grouchie, gotta do the Same with The FrightKnight, right?”.

Danny gives him a bit of a dry look, “Tuck, man, as someone who has to put up with him being all ‘your highness’ this and ‘my liege’ that, he’s substantially less cool. Pariah has a mysterious wild factor, Frighty not so much after about ten minutes of exposure”. They both laugh at his suffering. Danny grumbles, “he’s getting B tier and that’s that”.

Sam pats his back with mock comforting, “well at least we can just do the last God power ghost and agree that Vortex is a lame E tier”.

Danny grins back, “if he wasn't powerful he’d be F tier”. Tucker just nods with a small laugh. Danny sticking up a finger, “but we canactuallyadd both Klemper and the Dairy King to the F tier; waaaaay too lame”.

“Oh no doubt”.

“Was that even up for debate”, Sam shrugs, “sure the Dairy King helps you pester Vlad but every time he talks it’s horrible”.

Danny winces, “you have no idea. And when he goes on his ‘I’m a king, laddie. People do this or that for me’ as an excuse to be lazy or run off like a scaredy-cat, I want to beat his sorry ass into the floorboards”.

Tucker snorts, “especially ‘cause ghost royals usually fight more than other ghosts”.

“Tuck, me and Pariah probably severely skew the data on that”. Danny shrugs, ignoring his friends amused but mean looks, “speaking off annoying, there’s just one last annoying one for the list: Youngblood”.

Sam mutters, “I mean, he did help stop the G.I.W. from nuking or bombing, or whatever dumb shit they were doing, the Zone”.

Danny quirks an eyebrow, “he did it dressed as an astronaut”.

“I would think that’d be a plus to you”.

“Fuck you”.

Tucker chuckles at their antics, “give him E tier for pure annoyance levels”. The two just shrug, it was fairly fair.  Tucker leaning back, “so who else is even left? ‘Cause I’m assuming we’re not doing random minor whatever ghosts?”.

Danny nods, “trying to add some ghost we’ve barely met would be pointless, and including things like ghost flora and blobs is impossible since they all vary so much”.

All three sigh, “blobs are awesome though”. They were just so squishy and round.

Jazz’s voice makes them jump, “did you leave the GhostWriter till last just to spite me?”.

Tucker staring at her, “have you just been listening this whole time?”.

Danny just sighs as she nods smugly. Jazz crossing her arms, “well if I’m going to pitch this as an after school assignment to the teacher that actually cares about you, then I should at least somewhat know what you’re up to”.

Danny smacks his head on the desk, “for fucks sake, Jazz”, lifting his head up enough that his chin is resting on the table, “The GhostWriter can have D tier ‘cause he helps me out with Lancer sometimes”.

Jazz nods firmly, proud of herself, “Lancer will want a printed vision tomorrow”.

“… you already told him”.

“Yup”, Jazz, absolutely pops the ‘p’.

“Fuck you”.

“Your welcome, Little Brother”.

All three of the teens throw random (soft) stuff at her. Would this be helpful for Danny’s grades? Sure yeah. Was he still annoyed? Very much so. And fine, it did make the only teacher that actually still gave a shit about Danny happy; the guy gave him a head pat when he handed the ‘project’ in.

Lancer did know Danny had done all this out of sheer boredom right? Whelp… if the teacher was fine with it then who was Danny to deny the man.

End.

Prompts: Mr. Lancer is a good teacher and cares and Team Phantom creates a tier list of every Amity Park ghost. Who goes in each tier and why?

[the-himawari]

A3! Troupe Event Translation - Sunny Blanc (6/11)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Hisoka: …

Guy: Here you are, Mikage. Are you sleeping?

Hisoka: …I’m awake. Were you looking for me?

Guy: It is about time to go to work, so I thought I would just let you know. Director told me you might be here.

Hisoka: …I’ll come too.

Guy: You look a little pale. You should take today off.

Hisoka: I’m not feeling unwell. It’s just… I’ve been remembering a lot about the past lately.

Guy: You did say you dreamed about your family in our previous meeting.

Hisoka: Yeah… I keep having those dreams.

Guy: Your mind or your heart may be growing fatigued from recollecting so many things all of a sudden. I have experienced that as well. You should take it easy and rest today.

Hisoka: …Alright, I’ll do that. Thanks.

Guy: Sure. Goodnight.

Hisoka: … (It’s the usual scent of Guy’s incense…)

*flashback starts*

Hisoka: (I’m so hungry… I’m about to collapse…) —. (What’s that? This smell…) (It’s that stall… there’s a smoky scent coming from that stick… I’ve never smelled this scent before, but it feels calming…)

Shop clerk: Oi, you’re not planning to steal anything, are ya? You’ll regret it if you try somethin’ funny.

Hisoka: …I’m not going to steal.

Shop clerk: I don’t have anything to sell to a kid like you. You’re gettin’ in the way of business. Get lost.

Hisoka: …

*flashback ends*

Hisoka: (I remembered something awful… It would’ve been better if that was left forgotten.) (That stick was definitely an incense… I had no idea back then though.) … (I wish I went to the bar with Guy rather than staying here alone…)

Azuma: Ah, here you are.

Hisoka: …Azuma? Why are you here?

Azuma: Guy told me to come check up on you. And it looks like coming was the right answer. Were you feeling lonely by yourself?

Hisoka: …

Azuma: Your expression looks like you couldn’t sleep, which is rare. Would you like to use my lap as a pillow?

Hisoka: …Sure.

Azuma: My, my, you’re acting like a child.

Hisoka: (It’s warm… I think I can fall asleep like this…)

Azuma: Rest well.

-pause-

Tsumugi: I wonder if Hisoka-kun will be alright.

Tasuku: Mikage, huh…

Tsumugi: I thought he cheered up after going to the World Market. But I feel like he’s been getting more depressed.

Tasuku: …And how are you?

Tsumugi: Eh?

Tasuku: You’ve been acting kind of weird ever since your grandma recovered, you know? Everyone’s noticed.

Tsumugi: Ahh, you did, huh…? I kind of thought you might be aware of it. But it’s a matter of my own feelings, so it felt a little embarrassing to talk about.

Tasuku: But it’s hard to sort your feelings out alone, isn’t it? There are times when talking to someone about it can clear things up.

Tsumugi: That’s true. …Back at home, grandma and I were chatting about the past while looking at an album together. But when I brought up the time we went to a flower garden when I was a kid, she didn’t know what I was talking about…

Tausku: A flower garden?

Tsumugi: Yes. It was quite a long time ago when I was around 6 or 7 years old. Though, I don’t even remember all the details myself, so I have no right to feel lonely.

Tasuku: … Hold on for a second.

Tsumugi: ?

Tasuku: It should be here… there it is. Here, look.

Tsumugi: A bookmark… with a picture of a peony? —.

*flashback starts*

Tsumugi: Wooow, amazing! It’s like a carpet of flowers!

Tsumugi’s grandmother: Yes, it’s wonderful that they happen to be in full bloom. It would have been nice if your mother and father could have joined us. But that will wait for next time.

Tsumugi: Grandma, the peonies are so pretty!

Tsumugi’s grandmother: Aren’t they? I wanted to see the peonies here, even if just once. I’m glad I was able to come here with you, Tsumu-chan.

Tsumugi: Let’s come again for sure!

Tsumugi’s grandmother: Of course. It’s a bit far, so perhaps once you’ve gotten a little older.

*flashback ends*

Tasuku: Isn’t this the flower garden that the two of you visited? “Flower Park” is the name written on the back of the bookmark.

Tsumugi: —. That’s right… grandma said mom and dad were busy, so she took me there by herself on her day off…

Tasuku: Did you not buy a souvenir for yourself?

Tsumugi: I’m not sure… Maybe I didn’t purchase anything tangible. Just one thing can make all your memories come rushing back, huh?

Tasuku: Glad to hear that.

Tsumugi: In any case, you had such an old souvenir on hand?

Tasuku: I happened come across it when I was sorting through my stuff back home.

Tsumugi: I see, the errand you had to run at home was organizing your things?

Tasuku: I was in a rush since they told me they were about to send off the remaining half of my stuff they sent off before. The bookmark was stuck in one of my old scripts If I had casually shoved it into a textbook or something, then it would’ve been thrown away.

Tsumugi: Fufu, I see. I’m glad it was in a script. …Perhaps if I go there and take another picture, grandma will remember too.

Tasuku: I’m sure it’ll come back to her with some sort of trigger. I mean, you remembered with a bookmark, after all.

Tsumugi: Let’s go and take a look at the peonies again some time. (That reminds me, it seems Hisoka-kun has some sort of attachment to peonies too…)

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[sevikasangel]

Not a fic request, just curious - Which Lana songs do u associate with each of the Arcane milfs?

♡ ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ ᴍɪʟꜰꜱ ᴀꜱ ʟᴅʀ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ + ʙᴏɴᴜꜱ ♡

𝐚/𝐧: i 💗 u, anon. also, i chose the song from their s.o's perspective of them. :3

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: grayson, camille ferros, cassandra, ambessa, sevika, renata (bonus - vi, samira, vayne). ~ wlw

ɢʀᴀʏꜱᴏɴ: ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ 💗

it's you, it's you, it's all for you

everything i do

i tell you all the time

heaven is a place on earth with you

tell me all the things you wanna do

i heard that you like the bad girls

honey, is that true?

it's better than i ever even knew

they say that the world was built for two

only worth living if somebody is loving you

and, baby, now you do

[...]

he holds me in his big arms

drunk and i am seeing stars

this is all i think of

watchin' all our friends fall

in and out of old paul's

this is my idea of fun

playin' video games

ᴄᴀᴍɪʟʟᴇ: ᴄɪɴɴᴀᴍᴏɴ ɢɪʀʟ 💗

cinnamon in my teeth

from your kiss, you're touching me

all the pills that you take

violet, blue, green, red to keep me at arm's length don't work

you try to push me out, but i just find my way back in

violet, blue, green, red to keep me out, i win

there's things i wanna say to you, but i'll just let you live

like if you hold me without hurting me

you'll be the first who ever did

there's things i wanna talk about, but better not to keep

but if you hold me without hurting me

you'll be the first who ever did

ᴄᴀꜱꜱᴀɴᴅʀᴀ: ᴄᴏʟᴀ

my pussy taste like pepsi cola

my eyes are wide like cherry pies

i gots a taste for men who are older

it's always been, so it's no surprise

ah, he's in the sky with diamonds

and he’s making me crazy

(i come alive, alive)

all he wants to do is party

with his pretty baby

come on baby, let’s ride

we can escape to the great sunshine

i know your wife and she wouldn’t mind

ᴀᴍʙᴇꜱꜱᴀ: ᴜʟᴛʀᴀᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ

he used to call me dn

that stood for deadly nightshade

'cause i was filled with poison

but blessed with beauty and rage

jim told me that

he hit me and it felt like a kiss

[...]

he used to call me poison

like i was poison ivy

i could've died right then

'cause he was right beside me

jim raised me up

he hurt me but it felt like true love

[...]

with his ultraviolence

ultraviolence

ultraviolence

ultraviolence

i can hear sirens, sirens

he hit me and it felt like a kiss

i can hear violins, violins

give me all of that ultraviolence

ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ: ꜰʟᴏʀɪᴅᴀ ᴋɪʟᴏꜱ

white lines, pretty baby, tattoos

don't know what they mean, they're special, just for you

white lines, baking powder on the stove

cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow

i feel you, pretty baby, feel me

turn it up hot, loving you is free

i like it down, like it down, way low

but you already know that, you already know

come on down to florida, i got somethin' for ya

we could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh yeah

guns in the summertime, chic-a-cherry cola lime

prison isn't nothing to me, if you'll be by my side

[...]

strung in my mouth and gold hoops

you like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool

white lines, pretty daddy, go skiing

you snort it like a champ, like the winter we're not in

ʀᴇɴᴀᴛᴀ: ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ ᴍᴀɴ

i don't know how you convince them and get them, but

i don't know what you do, it's unbelievable

i don't know how you get over, get over

someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you

one for the money, two for the show

i love you honey, i'm ready, i'm ready, to go

how did you get that way? i don't know

you're screwed up, and brilliant

look like a million dollar man

[...]

you've got the world, but baby at what price?

something so strange, hard to define

it isn't that hard boy, to like you or love you

i'd follow you down, down, down

you're unbelievable

if you're going crazy just grab me, take me

ᴠɪ: ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴏɴᴇꜱ

let's get out of this town, baby we're on fire

everyone around here wants to be going down, down

if you stick with me, i can take you higher, and higher

it feels like all of our friends are lost

nobody's found, found, found

i got so scared, i thought no one could save me

you came along scooped me up like a baby

every now and then, the stars align

boy and girl meet by the great design

could it be that you and me are the lucky ones?

everybody told me love was blind

then i saw your face and you blew my mind

finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time

ꜱᴀᴍɪʀᴀ: ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ

why, who me, why?

feet don't fail me now

take me to your finish line

oh my heart it breaks every step that i take

but i'm hoping that the gates, they'll tell me that you're mine

walking through the city streets

is it by mistake or design?

i feel so alone on a friday night

can you make it feel like home if i tell you you're mine?

it's like i told you, honey

don't make me sad, don't make me cry

sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, i don't know why

keep making me laugh

let's go get high

the road is long, we carry on

try to have fun in the meantime

come take a walk on the wild side

let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

you like your girls insane

so choose your last words, this is the last time

'cause you and i, we were born to die

ᴠᴀʏɴᴇ: ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ

i paint my nails black

i dye my hair a darker shade of brown

'cause you like your women spanish

dark, strong and proud

i paint the sky black

you said if you could have your way

you'd make a nighttime all today

so it'd suit the mood with your soul

but, oh, what can i do

to turn you on

or get through you?

oh, what can i do?

life is beautiful

but you don't have a clue

sun and ocean blue

that magnificence

it don't make sense to you

black beauty, oh

[remcycl333]

this might be all over the place so im sorry in advance, but i really need help. i feel so lost and completely unmotivated to manifest my desires like i really just dont know what to do. ive been feeling depressed lately and i really just want to change my life to how i want it to be, but i have no direction. literally on tumblr theres blogs arguing/talking about how a certain to manifest is wrong so it feels like im running in a big circle over and over again. i also dont know how to stay persistant ill admit. i dont know if its because im being impatient or if i just dont have enough self discipline. but i am just so tired of living the life im living now im starting to lose hope. i thought manifesting would be my chance to finally be happy with myself, but i still havent managed to manifest any "big" desire such as physical appearance or even just manifesting to see a random car. ive known about manifesting since 2020 so i know its taking longer than it should, i also know its my own fault that im still stuck here but idk what to do anymore. the only thing i have manifested is seeing angel numbers everywhere but that wasnt even intentional so i dont even know how i did it. im so scared that ill have to live my life like this forever while everyone else on here is living their dream lives. i just want to be happy like i really dont understand why i cant just grasp this simple concept like everyone else

baby, work on your self concept. you'll feel so much better and confident, and manifesting will be easier for you. choose the way you want to manifest, and do it. and stick to it. if you like to affirm, then affirm. if you like visualizing, visualize. don't listen to any blog who tells you affirming doesn't work. that is bullshit, as most of the bloggers you see on tumblr manifested their dream lives by affirming. any way you want to manifest will work if you assume it will. but at the end of the day, you have to choose. you have to decide that you're sick of your current circumstances--sick enough that you will actually be willing to do whatever it takes to manifest. ik that in a strange, twisted way thinking negative thoughts can be comforting and help you feel like you have more control over things, but that is not true. nothing bad will happen if you simply decide to give manifesting your all. nothing bad will happen if you stop thinking about how much you hate your life and how hard manifesting is and how difficult it is. only good can come from that. put yourself on a mental diet and stay consistent.

nothing will change if you keep thinking about how awful your life is. absolutely nothing will change. you have to let those thoughts go. i know it can be hard, but if you really want to see change, you have to let it go and trust that as long as you persist, you are guaranteed your new life. you persist by continuing to stay faithful to your new story even if you see absolutely no evidence of it in the 3D. even if you see the opposite. you persist by not taking no for answer, and never ever saying "it didn't work." it always works, even in you haven't seen the evidence of it yet. every single thing you want already exists in your 4D: you just have to stay faithful to the 4D and persist in it until it manifests into your 3D. everything you want is possible, but you have to let the old story go. it is dead and gone. and it is perfectly safe for you to let it go and to persist in your new story instead.

but at the end of the day, you have to decide. you have to be your own motivation. you are responsible for whether or not you manifest your desires, no one else. all of us have seen people shit on the way we like to manifest, or have seen 500 different new contradicting techniques, but we all sifted through all the information and found what worked for us and ignored the negativity we sometimes see on tumblr. you already know everything you need to know. if you need to take a break from tumblr (and all manifesting content) until you manifest your dream life, do it. but you have to put your foot down and decide for yourself. everything i just wrote will be all for nothing unless you decide to listen and choose a better life for yourself.

you got this. you are god. stop saying you can't manifest and step into your power. give it you all. you won't regret it.

[puremydoll]

"The 49th episode: Magical Princess Minky Momo begins airing"

第４０話 ー 夢の戦士，１９８３

Reading time:6min - Word count: 1393

Here is the translated article called "第４９回　『ミンキーモモ』放映開始" from Takeshi Shudo's blog. This is the 4th article from his blog talking about the show's making. It contains many details on Minky Momo's mission on Earth, the show's purpose, her transformations, and other infos about the first aired episodes

"While the scriptwriter for "Magical Princess Minky Momo" was being decided, the production preparations continued. The most important request from the sponsor was for a magical pendant and stick to be used effectively... In those days, there was a rapid increase in children who did not want to grow up. "I don't want to grow up. I want to stay a child forever" is a feeling that everyone has to some extent when they are children.

However, it is common for this to gradually disappear as children grow up, like a rite of passage. It was natural for children to become independent and live on their own in the past. As life becomes more affluent, children can remain dependent on their parents without working. The adult world, as seen from a child's perspective, appears to be full of hard work and dirty things.

Children are seen as innocent, pure and naive, and adults tend to view them through a nostalgic lens, overestimating their own childhood. As society becomes more focused on maintaining a rich lifestyle, the trend of cherishing children grows stronger due to declining birth rates and the rise of nuclear families. Parents start pushing their children to study hard in order to ensure their success in society. [...] Parents seem to have forgotten that there are values other than being a winner or loser in a society based on money.

It is natural for parents to cherish their children, but if they spoil them too much, the children will become arrogant. It is not surprising that there are more children who want to remain as children. [...] For children, there is no purpose, no appeal in becoming adults. More and more children are answering, "I don't want to become any kind of adult. I just want to live like this," when asked, "What kind of adult do you want to become?"

Before the Peter Pan Syndrome became popular, children already had a feeling of not wanting to grow up. In the 1970s and 80s, the seeds of people who would later be called NEETs were already being sown. That's why "Magical Princess Minky Momo" wanted to instill in those children an expectation of growing up. "What will you become when you grow up? ... Surely your dreams will come true." Minky Momo's magic transforms her into an 18-year-old adult... and she becomes a professional in various jobs, solving various incidents... It was almost unanimously decided.

However, this is just a facade, and there are not many problems that can be solved even when children become professional adults. Even as adults, we may find ourselves troubled by constraints that are different from the ideal image we dreamed of as children. Those who have watched "Magical Princess Minky Momo" a lot may notice that there are hardly any incidents that Minky Momo solves. In reality, as Minky Momo wanders around as an adult, the incidents naturally resolve themselves. Personally, I didn't like following the pattern of incidents happening and Minky Momo becoming an adult to solve them every time.

Finarinarsa became Fenarinarsa in the middle of the program. The reason is that Finarinasa is difficult to pronounce. The origin of the word is a combination of fairy and nurse, so I didn't care how to call it. Officially, the way it is called varies depending on the dialect of the region. When we seriously consider it, achieving people's dreams is a difficult problem that raises the question of what dreams are in the first place.

The King and Queen of the Dreamland can only communicate with Minky Momo through magic. They watch Minky Momo's actions through a TV-like vision and let her do as she pleases. Minky Momo's magic to become an adult is entrusted to her own judgment and pleasure principle. [...]

At the time when "Minky Momo" was broadcasted, there was a growing trend of women entering traditionally male-dominated workplaces, and there was less resistance to Minky Momo becoming a professional in male-dominated occupations. Minky Momo can transform into any adult profession because it was a favorable era. When Minky Momo does good deeds and they succeed, a gem is added to the crown of the dream world every 4 times, and when 12 gems are collected, the dream world can return to Earth. The reason for this setting is simple: there are 52 episodes planned for a year, so 12 gems for 12 months, and since one month has 4 weeks, the birthstone of that month goes into the crown every 4 times. Now I can say it, but I never thought from the beginning that the dream world would return to Earth at the end.

Therefore, there were times when I hurriedly wore two at the same time because there were consecutive episodes without any jewels. In the era of the original broadcast, it is unlikely that the dream country will return... and in the modern age of the 21st century, it would be even more impossible. However, I do not want to end the overall theme of "Magical Princess Minky Momo" in an unhappy ending. If the third installment of "Magical Princess Minky Momo" were to be realized, perhaps there would be a surprising happy ending prepared.

The transformation scenes into adults used the same footage repeatedly. However, by incorporating elements of the popular rhythmic gymnastics performances of the time, the scenes became quite daring even to me. The creators of the transformation scene put a lot of passion into it, to the point where they may have self-censored to avoid running afoul of broadcasting codes. However, it is also true that they were a little troubled to hear that there was a man who watched "Magical Princess Minky Momo" just for this scene. There were people with such hobbies on the production site, and there were various pranks such as seeing panties with a cat mark when Minky Momo's skirt flipped. However, the scriptwriter had nothing to do with that at all, so please do not misunderstand.

The first episode of "Magical Princess Minky Momo" begins with Minky Momo suddenly appearing at the childless couple's home, moving in as their child. The reasons for Minky Momo's arrival on Earth are completely omitted. I wanted to introduce viewers to Minky Momo and show them her charm first, because if I started by explaining why Minky Momo came to Earth, the story would drag on

However, for other scriptwriters, they needed to know why Minky Momo came to Earth in order to write the script. Therefore, another script explaining the reason why Minky Momo came to Earth was prepared. There were two scripts for the first episode of "Magical Princess Minky Momo". The other scenario is slightly modified and used for the fourth episode. Eventually, the voice actors for "Magical Princess Minky Momo" have been decided.

Mami Koyama, who played the role of Minky Momo, was originally only supposed to sing the theme song. However, since the role of Minky Momo was not decided, she ended up doing the voice acting along with singing. Ever since then, Mami Koyama's voice has been engraved in my mind. Later, when I met my girlfriend who I had been separated from for a long time... this person became the model for the heroine I draw... her voice was different from Mami Koyama's so I remember saying strange things like "Hey, your voice has changed" and being puzzled by my girlfriend's reaction. Mami Koyama's voice had become my heroine.

During the dubbing of the first episode, I thought it went well. However, there were many concerns, such as Minky Momo not revealing the reason for coming to Earth, using horse racing in the climax, and probably closing with a gag that no one had used before, so no one else can use this gag anymore. [...]

At that moment, the president of Ashi Productions was convinced that "Magical Princess Minky Momo" would be a hit. And so, on March 18, 1982, "Magical Princess Minky Momo" began airing."

From Takeshi Shudo's blog, 17.05.2006

[paperbagnotes]

It is a judgement

Opinions can’t be mean

What you believe

When some things can

Just be

Not for me

Getting angry makes me feel all the grossest things

I try so hard never to feed that beast because

It’s just so painful, not a place I want to be

It really hurts to hate, hold such grumpiness

Ofcourse it comes with shame, guilt, grief

Such heavy weights to carry, a burden, I’m in disbelief of

The lesson I keep learning is don’t grip anything too tightly, nothing

Everything deserves the care of realization

Honesty. webs of lies become untanglable

We know in our souls how we feel what’s true

I get large negative feelings when I do something even slightly so

When I make a huge mistake, or one befalls me it’s always me my doing I take responsibility for,

There is margin for error,

At the end of each day I’m alone, my only home

It’s better then being surrounded by ppl who only want to use you, make you feel small or fucked up. Only looking out for themselves, selfishly.

That’s not an equation I want to be in

I care about others feelings, especially the ppl closest to me.

But if some one close is lying,

I can’t have that sticking to me. I’ve tried to live my life free, honest with anybody!

Trying to be completely myself & my being everywhere I go.

If I’m bummed out someone isn’t nicer to be around, makes me angry..

Maybe distancing myself from them

Is what’s best for everyone

No matter how cool a person may seem

It is chemistry

Some ppl are baking soda and vinegar

Some ppl are egg whites and sugar whisked into a dream.

It’s okay to grieve. Be happy that you can work on having healthy relationships only

Where people are open to communicating

Without so much judgement and hostility

I don’t want to adapt to behaviors like that

So much attack and defense without any solid facts

I’d rather relax

[dojodgtl]

The #1 Secret to Success Revealed: Don't Make This Mistake and Fail Like Everyone Else!

The #1 reason people fail? Lack of consistency. Don't be one of them! Successful online entrepreneurs know that consistency is key

Introduction

Consistency is the key to success. If you want to be successful at something, you need to do it often! The problem is that most people don't have time in their busy schedule for regular exercise, meditation, or even eating healthy. We all lead such busy lives these days that it's hard to find time for anything. But here's the thing: if you want success in any area of your life (financially, physically etc.), then consistency is key!

It's not about the end goal. It's about who you become by consistently pushing the edge of your limits. - Robin S. Sharma

Consistency is the key to success.

It's a habit, and it can be developed over time through practice and repetition. In fact, consistency is the key to success in any area of life: business, fitness, relationships and more! Consistency is what separates the successful from those who fail at their goals because they lack this vital trait.

If you want something bad enough then it's up to YOU! No one else can make sure that your dreams come true except for yourself; no one else will hold up their end of the bargain if they don't see any effort on YOUR part either!

Why is consistency so important?

Consistency is a habit, a mindset, and a choice.

The reason why consistency is so important is that it's not just something you do once in a while or when you feel like it. Consistency has to be part of your daily life if you want to see results from your efforts.

When it comes down to it, success comes from repetition: doing the same thing over and over again until it becomes second nature for us--and this applies not only when we're talking about our work but also our personal lives as well!

Get into a routine and stick to it!

As a business owner, you will be faced with many challenges and obstacles. You may feel like giving up at times. But if you keep moving forward and stay consistent with your work, the results will come in the long run.

The key is to get into a routine that works best for you and stick to it! Here are some examples of routines successful online entrepreneurs use:

•        They set aside time each day (or week) for their business activities like blogging or social media marketing; this could be 30 minutes in the morning before work or an hour after work every day of the week - whatever works best for your schedule! Then they don't let anything interfere with those scheduled blocks of time -- no phone calls from friends/family members or distractions online while working on projects related to their businesses; just focus on whatever needs doing right then so nothing gets left undone later…

If you want to be successful at something, you need to do it often!

The number one reason people fail is lack of consistency. They start a new habit, but after a few days or weeks, they stop doing it. This is because they are not committed to their goal and have no real reason why they should keep going.

If you want to reach your goals in life and business, then you need to do something every single day that moves you towards those goals. Don't just think about what you want; take action! Make sure that whatever habits or routines you create include working towards those goals on a daily basis until they become part of who YOU are as an individual (or business).

Long-term consistency trumps short-term intensity. - Bruce Lee

If you want to know what the #1 reason people fail, it's lack of consistency.

If you want to be successful at something, you need to do it often--and get into a routine!

One example of this is working out. If you go to the gym once or twice and then stop going because "life got in the way," then guess what? You're not going to lose weight--or build muscle mass--any faster than someone else who goes consistently every week (or even every day). In fact, if anything that person will have an advantage over you because he/she has more time invested in his/her goal.

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Conclusion If you want to be successful at something, you need to do it often! If you're not consistent with your marketing efforts and updating your website then it will be hard for people to find you online.