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Sooooo i applied to another job.. a job at a warehouse. I'm kinda nervous because the job has gotten bad reviews online from previous employees who has worked there. I'm currently taking my gap year and i didn't have any luck with the previous job at the temporary job agency.... If i get the job at that warehouse and i get treated badly by the staff(???) there i will quit and go home to my precious cat.
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isalisewrites · 4 months
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A Deep Dive into JKR's Terrible, Amateur Writing - Part One
Welcome to my new series, where I will prove to you, dear reader, that J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series and resident Twitter TERF, is actually a very, very poor writer.
And when I say 'poor writer,' I'm talking about her prose, her sentence structure, and her scenes. I am not going to discuss anything about the HP world nor the plots of the books.
This is all about the nitty gritty in the craft of writing itself.
Disclaimer for all readers: I'm going to sound very confident in my posts. I'm going to be working under the assumption that I'm a better writer than JKR. Because I am. My apologies if this rubs you the wrong way. You're just witnessing two and half decades of experience with the intensity from a neurodivergent who is hyperfocused on her special interest. I didn't just learn how to create stories; I learned the craft of writing to a minutia of details.
After years of being beaten down by others, I will no longer tolerate that.
I will be using my writing to compare with hers to make some of my points. Some of what I say in these posts could be considered stylistic choices. However, in my humble opinion, most of this is a difference of skill, which can be learned. Yes, everything I'm going to teach and cover in this series can be learned. There's no 'talent' here. You can learn how to become a better writer right here and now. You only have to understand the craft of writing and sentence structure to better improve your prose and scenes.
I don't have fame and money.
I don't need them to teach you how to write better than JKR.
You're free to disagree with my stances about this and about everything I cover, of course. But if you're a writer, you might gain some insight from this post and I sincerely hope you are enriched by my efforts in this. I spent quite a few hours on this post. Helping others become a better writer than JKR is one of the greatest contributions I can give to society.
Thus, take what resonates and leave what doesn't.
I have stated before: JKR's writing is bloated in the wrong places, underwritten in others, and the prose is poor. These problems show up in all of her HP books.
Buckle up, my writing friends. Grab a snack. Hydrate. Let's begin.
Class is in session.
In this post, we're going to dissect a page from HP4.
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There's so much wrong with this page and the three pages of this scene overall. So much to go over. Bullet points I'll cover from this page:
Disconnected Dialogue Lines
The Great Sin of Adverbs
Too much fucking dialogue!
Wrong focus altogether in this scene
Out of POV writing
First point. This is a huge ongoing issue I see in all of the HP books. There are a lot of disconnected dialogue lines, which become confusing over time. This could be an issue of the publisher, but it's still a problem. In the middle of this page, we have:
Sirius hesitated. "I've been hearing some very strange things," he said slowly.
Wait, wait, wait. Who said this? Listen, I know. I know it's Sirius. However, this is an improper placement on the page and can become confusing because Harry also goes by he/him pronouns and he's also in this scene. While the dialogue here suggests Sirius is talking, it could easily be misinterpreted if there were other characters or if he said something that Harry could've just as easily said.
To make this dialogue more clear for the reader, it should go as follows:
Sirius hesitated. "I've been hearing some very strange things," he said slowly.
Second point. JKR is an adverb sinner, a criminal. Jail. "Do not pass go; do not collect $200." Arrest her for these blatant crimes, please, for the love of god.
Look, I love adverbs. They're great. Don't fucking listen to anyone who outright demonizes them (including your huffy, uppity literature professors). Adverbs are the seasonings of writing. You season your food; you also need to season your writing when the case asks for it.
However...
Adverbs should always be used sparingly when connected to dialogue tags. The setting in this scene is: Harry is in the Gryffindor Common Room at night crouched in front of the fireplace where Sirius is in the fire in a floo call. I read through the whole scene, though I've only shown one page here.
Harry says a line of dialogue 'slowly' three times and Sirius says a line of dialogue 'slowly' two times.
The same adverb 'slowly' is used FIVE FUCKING TIMES IN THREE PAGES.
I want to scream, not gonna lie here. Set this adverb on fire!
What does this adverb do for us in this conversation? What is so important that we have to be told that five lines of dialogue were said slowly? What do they contribute? Spoiler alert: nothing. What are their facial expressions? Harry is 14. He's exhausted since it's well after 1am or so and he's burdened with the new knowledge of dragons for the first task. He's kneeling in front of a very hot fireplace. There's fire fumes and smoke, potentially. Is he fidgeting? Is he yawning? Rubbing his eyes? Bouncing a leg? Is he picking at the carpet or rug?
Harry is a tired, burdened child.
Show me this!
Now I'm not saying that you can't use adverbs in your dialogue tags. There's a huge difference between "he said softly" and "he whispered." It's about balancing the moment when an adverb says just enough versus an adverb replacing well needed scene enrichment. Let's compare this with a section from my HP time travel fanfiction, Terrible, But Great, Chapter Thirty.
Dumbledore nodded at Monty, pocketing his wand. “Mr. Potter.” “Lo, Professor,” said Monty, pout gone, but still a watchful light in his gaze. “Is there a problem?” asked Dumbledore in a mild tone. Ice slipped in between Tom’s ribs, piercing his flesh. Monty tilted his head. “No, sir.” Oh, but Tom knew better. He could see through that innocent facade. The man could’ve been a Slytherin for how much he was cataloguing every little detail, from Tom’s appearance, to the content of the selected books, and to the supplies of ink, quill, and parchment scattered on the surface of the table. Tom masked the raw, whirling feelings in his chest with a well practiced blank, emotionless expression. He willed himself to hide.  “Nothing at all, sir,” said Tom lightly. “Young Mr. Potter was regaling me about his friendship with Miss Malfoy.” Monty glanced at Tom, brows furrowing. Those blue eyes were piercing, filled with suspicion. “Was he now?” Dumbledore said; though his tone was still without direct accusation, Tom could hear the hint of it. “Then, may I ask, why a silencing charm was necessary for such a benign conversation?” Tom wet his lips. His throat was dry. “I thought it wise to avoid disturbing others in the library.” “I am awfully loud,” said Monty with a sage nod. “Ah. A noble intent. However, it is not an appropriate use of magic in the library,” said Dumbledore, his gaze firm as it bore down on Tom. “Ten points from Slytherin. I think it’d be wise to take your studies to your common room, Mr. Riddle.” “Yes, sir,” whispered Tom.
I only used "said Tom lightly" once in this section to show Tom attempting to be unaffected by Dumbledore's interference. I did not dialogue dump information in giant chunks. I did utilized actions tags versus adverbs, like Monty tilting his head or Tom licking his lips. I suspect that if JKR had written this scene, she'd have used lines like:
"No, sir," said Monty curiously.
or
"I thought it wise to avoid disturbing others in the library," said Tom nervously.
The adverbs that JKR's uses add nothing to her scenes. They're just thrown into them without a thought. Did she even reread this scene after she wrote it? I cringe in agony if I use an uncommon word more than three or four times in an entire 4,000 to 7,000 word chapter, let alone the same adverb five times in three pages. Good grief.
There are two other adverbs used in this page, hastily and bitterly. Hastily does nothing for the scene and is connected to another issue, but I'll go over that in the end. However, bitterly is one of the adverbs I'd keep. It gives us a glimpse into Harry's feelings here. We need more of this, but we got nothing.
Thus, the overuse of adverbs in JKR's dialogue detracts and steals so much from the scene.
Third point: there's too much dialogue and no description whatsoever. Again, the adverbs are a pathetic attempt to give us something, but they're thrown in there without a damn forethought. We're missing the crackle of the fire and the smell of it. We're missing Sirius' facial expressions. We're missing Harry moving around on the floor, fidgeting, yawning, rubbing his eyes, feeling the heat of the fire, bouncing his legs, picking at the rug, something, anything, etc.
The dialogue is bloated with a terribly boring conversation. It's just endless dialogue with nothing else. No, it's awful. Welcome to the fourth bullet point. This scene focuses on the entirely wrong point. This scene is 100% a plot device and it's terribly done as well. It's three pages about Karkaroff being a Death Eater--oh no he might be trying to kill you, Harry, aaaaaa--and something about Bertha Jorkins being near Voldemort's last location. Meh. Who cares. Somebody has been trying to kill Harry in every book thus far. This isn't a new development, sweetie.
We been done know this, okay? Come on.
This is a stilted, unnatural conversation between Harry and Sirius. It's not realistic. It's not normal. Telling Harry about the Karkaroff's past is boring and does nothing for him. One line, maybe two, for Sirius to say, "Hey, keep an eye out for Karkaroff. He's an old Death Eater." Done. End of Karkaroff information. And cut Bertha Jorkins out altogether. I'm sorry, but why the hell are we talking about a dead woman to a 14 year old kid whose biggest problem at the moment is dealing with a jealous friend, school ostracization, and a giant fire breathing lizard???
These points are important to the plot, but they're not important to Harry.
The plot isn't important. No, it's not.
Harry is the POV character.
Harry is the single most important aspect in every scene and should be treated as such.
The plot should weave around Harry, slowly revealing itself to both Harry and the reader. Harry should not be the weaver of the plot. He should not be used in plot devices.
Do you know what part of the conversation was summarized in the prose between Harry and Sirius in a single paragraph versus the three pages about Karkaroff?
Harry talking about how no one believes him about not putting his name in the Goblet of Fire. About the school hating him. About Ron, about his betrayal and his jealousy. About Rita Skeeter. About seeing the dragons as the first task. These are all important to Harry. These all are causing pain to Harry's heart right now. Somebody give this child a hug, please.
We missed out on exploring Harry's feelings here. The author skips the MOST important part of the conversation, what could've been a deeply emotional, either positive or negative, conversation between Harry and Sirius.
Oh, this scene could've been so good. It could've been amazing. There are so many paths that could've been explored here, too.
We could've had a callous Sirius, who doesn't notice Harry's state of being, and just goes on and on about nothing of importance where Harry clams up. Or we've could've had a comforting Sirius, who attempts to give Harry some actual advice about his friendship with Ron. We could've seen Harry opening up in his body language, connecting with this parental figure in his life. We could've heard a story of Sirius' time as a kid at school with Harry's father and the marauders.
We were robbed of an important moment between Harry and Sirius.
Instead, the author puts the focus on the red herring 'foreshadowing' of Karkaroff. What a waste. She's trying to put suspicion on him, rather than Moody/Barty Crouch Jr., the real Death Eater in disguise. Again, who cares. It's not about them. It's about Harry and how his experiences are affecting him. It's about how he reacts to them.
This scene is a waste of time and paper. It's empty of emotion and movement/flow. It's just there for a set up and it's glaringly obvious during a second read of the book.
When I say, "The writing is bloated and underwritten at the same time." this is what I mean. We're focusing on the wrong things here.
Fifth point. JKR breaks the POV character with the following line:
"--and reading between the lines of that Skeeter woman's article last month, Moody was attacked the night before he started at Hogwarts. Yes, I know she says it was another false alarm," Sirius said hastily, seeing Harry about to speak, "but...
Harry is the POV character. Sirius 'seeing Harry about to speak' should NOT be occurring in the prose whatsoever. To fix this with the bare minimum of effort for this poorly written dialogue line:
"--and reading between the lines of that Skeeter woman's article last month, Moody was attacked the night before he started at Hogwarts--" Harry opened his mouth to interject, but Sirius said hastily, "Yes, I know she says it was another false alarm, but..."
I wouldn't write these lines like this, by the way. I just don't want to rewrite this. It's a poor paragraph overall, but this is an example of returning the POV back to Harry. Sirius isn't 'seeing' anything anymore. Harry is doing an action and Sirius reacts to his action.
Breaking POV is a rule that can be occasionally broken, but should be done so with intent and purpose. I'm pretty confident when I say that JKR probably had no idea that this was a mistake on her part in the prose.
All right then.
We have come to an end of Part One in this series. We have dissected a single page and a single scene in JKR's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. The page in question is 333 should you wish to look it up and study the scene yourself.
More to follow because I have lots of pages to go over. This will definitely be series, ah dear.
And so, please do the world the greatest of favors and write better than J.K. Rowling. I promise, it's not that hard once you see the differences.
Until next time.
Isa
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blood-and-pizza · 7 days
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Notable Details from the original "Into The Pit" story (PART 1)
Upon the mill's closure, Oswald's dad works part-time at the deli counter in a store called the Snack Space (a 7-11 equivalent, basically), which requires a red vest as their uniform. Oswald is embarrassed by the fact his dad is wearing the vest as he drops him off at school. Just a neat bit of world-building.
Oswald has a best friend named Ben who moved into the next town over.
Oswald's bullies, including Dylan Cooper, call him "Oswald the Ocelot" after a cartoon character they saw as pre-schoolers, a big pink ocelot named Oswald. Again, more world-building.
Oswald is described as having freckles and a cowlick in the original story.
Oswald has no modern electronics in his home, save for one laptop he shares with his family. His phone is an outdated model he's embarrassed by.
Oswald's teacher, Mrs. Meecham, puts on a movie for her class on the last day of school, which is described as "about a farm with talking animals", "too babyish for a roomful of fifth graders". I'm guessing they might have been watching the animated adaptation of Charlotte's Web... or it could be wishful thinking on my part, since I love that movie.
Oswald has been drawing mechanical animals ("bears, bunnies, and birds") for reasons even he doesn't know, other than lack of anything better to do when he's bored.
Oswald's mom works at the hospital from 12PM to 12AM... yikes.
Oswald's dad can't cook to save his life. If it can't be boiled in water or heated in a microwave, he has to buy his meals... how relatable.
Blue-box macaroni and cheese exists in FNAF, meaning Kraft and its products likely exist, too. Just thought that was funny for some reason.
Oswald's dad squirts ketchup into his mac and cheese. I just think knowing he's the kind of dad who does that is really funny... kinda reminds me of my stepdad's love of ketchup, to be honest.
Other pizzerias that once existed in Oswald's town were Gino's Pizza and Marco's Pizza, both of which closed not long after the mill closed. Both Gino's and Marco's are described as good restaurants, while the food at Jeff's Pizza is described as "decent".
Oswald is into B-grade Japanese horror films, including kaiju movies like Zendrelix vs. Mechazendrelix. Zendrelix is apparently FNAF's answer to Godzilla, making Mechazendrelix an equivalent to Mechagodzilla. They're described like this: "... Zendrelix just looked like a giant dragon thing, but Mechazendrelix reminded him [Oswald] of the mechanical animals he drew when he stripped them of their fur." Zendrelix is also described as being portrayed by "a guy in a rubber suit", solidifying the connection between him and Godzilla.
Oswald and his dad both really love bacon. I just thought that was cute.
When Oswald visits the library, a place he finds "actually kinda fun", he shows interest in a science fiction book from a series, as well as a manga he liked. Based, IMHO.
The library Oswald visits frequently allows homeless people to use their computers and other resources. WE NEED LIBRARIES AND THIS IS EXACTLY ONE REASON WHY!
Oswald's mom, being a nurse, is a bit of a germaphobe and won't let Oswald play in places she considers dirty. A ball pit would be considered one such place.
The pizza Jeff serves comes in huge slices too big for the paper plates they're served on, and very greasy. As someone who was born in NYC and used to eat greasy New York pizza... I think I would have liked eating at Jeff's. Maybe.
Oswald reads a library book while visiting Jeff's Pizza, about "a world where kids with secret powers went to a special school to learn how to fight evil". I wonder how many books that describes...
Oswald plays an online fantasy game at the library that's free to play, but Oswald gets to a point where he can't progress without money. I wonder what game it could have been...
Oswald's dad and mom used to date in high school, often frequenting a roller rink, and are great skaters as a result. Oswald himself can't skate and needs his parents to hold him up.
Oswald's dad only ever buys vanilla ice cream.
There's a video rental service Oswald's family uses called Red Box, but I don't know if it's meant to be the same as the actual existing Redbox. Maybe it is?
Oswald's mom is very good at playing Clue... oh, and Clue exists in the FNAF universe.
Oswald's dad prefers practical effects over CGI in movies. Oswald is the exact opposite.
Oswald's dad is a fan of country music. Oswald... is not.
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hiii!! how are you? god, it's my first time requesting and I'm super awkward but I've been kinda having this dark mc brain rot! what would the love and Deepspace boys do with a secret gambler mc who's just like yumeko jabami? that'd be so interesting! feel free to ignore this ask if that makes you uncomfortable and have a nice day!
🎲 LND Scenarios with Dark Gambler!MC
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🎲 Synopsis: Love and Deepspace men dealing with their dark gambler partner's eccentrics.
🎲 Pairing: LND x GN!Reader
🎲 Content Warning: sexual undertones, mild humor, no pronouns/looks mentioned (Jabami is for the aesthetic), Zayne is the only one vibing, there's no mercy in kitty cards!
🎲 A/N: Thanks for letting me take a crack at your request. I never watched Kakeguri but I think I got the vibe! I did tone the behavior down a little to fit LND more but I think you'll be satisfied. Zayne's part turned into my favorite even though I had the hardest time thinking of a scene for him!
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“Let me have a turn.”
Xavier shudders at the dark aura he senses behind him despite the sweet smile plastered on your face. It’s almost like seeing a demon reflecting in the glass of the claw machine but in the form of an angel. He knew it was a bad idea to come to the arcade. He was no good at the machine no matter how much he tried and the nearly empty bowl where his tokens once laid was the proof.
“It’s alright. I didn’t think I could get it anyway. I’m not really good at this game.”
You frown at him. “It’s not you, love. These games are designed to cheat people out their money. It's disgusting really.”
Xavier gulps at that word. Cheat. If there was one thing you hated in this world, it was unfairness. The crooked smile forming on your face forces him to return eye contact with the special edition bunny plush he’s failed to get time and time again. Somehow, he sees fear in its eyes.
“I’ll get it for you.” Your hand reaches into the coin bowl; each clink makes his throat tighten as you finally pull out one of the coins between your fingers. “That bunny will be coming home with us.”
Xavier knows there’s little he can do when you sound that determined. Luckily, you won the bunny in two attempts.
“Ta-da! A fluffy bunny for my fluffy bunny.”
A sense of relief washes over him when the round rabbit hits his hands. Maybe he was being overly paranoid. However, his relief is quickly buffed out by anxiety when he sees you place another coin in the machine. It’s only a few seconds before the chimes of the machine go off again. Then, you pass him another toy, a carrot this time.
“Every bunny needs a snack!” you coo, but your tone carries that familiar edge that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand. “Now, whom shall we capture next?”
To Xavier, it sounds less like a question and more like a decree of war. “I think these two are more than enough for today."
“Xavier, this game stole forty dollars from you. I’m not going to let it get away with that,” you declare, proving it was just as he feared as your voice lowers. “Now, which one do you want, dear? Oh, I know, I'll just win them all for you! How does that sound?" you ask, but Xavier is eerily aware that it won’t matter what he says when you’re like this.
“Here we go!” you mewl as the claw begins to whir up.
Ignoring the shiver that climbs up his spine when your voice drips with the venom of ecstasy, there’s little Xavier can do but take another step back, buy another bowl of coins, and hold them for you as the role of a supportive boyfriend.
It’s an hour later when he finds himself surrounded by plushies, much more than he can hold, and the fear that you’re going to get kicked out the arcade any second.
“Cleaned out again!” you announce with a shrill breathy gasp, the giggle you give reminding him of the maniacal laughter Lemonette chortles out whenever the wanderer sprays lemon juice in his eyes. “Tell the employees we need another refill.”
“We don't have enough hands to carry all the ones you already won.”
“What?” Your focus finally breaks from the game and to the many toys scattered on the floor around him, overtaking his feet, then to the worried look on his face. “I went overboard again, didn’t I?”
Xavier sighs. “I think that’s pretty obvious.”
“Why didn’t you stop me?”
“How do you suggest I do that?” he asks with a shake of his head. “You’re impossible to stop.”
You flutter your eyelashes at him innocently. “I did get you your bunny though!”
“At the cost of the poor arcade owner’s precious sanity,” he reminds you but the smile on his face is less than scolding when he sees the guilty sulk you have and the lax of your shoulders. “Let’s find a donation center to drop these little guys off. We’ll count it as our good deed for the month.”
“Good idea! How about we surprise all the kids at the hospital?” you agree. Xavier chuckles. There’s the angel again.
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“Pretty please, Rafayel!”
The painter rolls his eyes, scooting further away from you to find a different spot on the floor to sit as you crawl after him. Rafayel turns his head away and strokes his paintbrush down the center of his canvas.
“No. Now, go away. Shoo. Shoo, go paw at someone else,” he says, waving the wet paintbrush at you.
“But no one else will play with me,” you whine.
“I wonder why?”
You are terrifying when you play kitty cards. Unfortunately, he was once the only one foolish enough to play with you because he wasn’t aware of how you got when you gambled even when the winnings were only a few pieces of chocolate. He knows better now. Despite your cute precious face, you were evil incarnate when it came to games.
“Surely, you pity me my dear sweet, gorgeous boyfriend. Did I forget to mention talented?” You give him the puppy eyes to try to wear down his resolve; your hand glides over his bangs, lovingly pushing them from his face. As much as he loves trying to make you happy, this is one of the few things in the world that he refuses to listen to you about.
“As true as all of that may be, I prefer living thanks,” he says before switching brushes to another color. A splash of blue would be excellent.
“Is this about last time?” you ask him. “It was an accident.”
“You nearly broke my hand!”
“You were trying to swap the kitties!” you yell back. Rafayel was a no-good cheater when it came to playing games and not the least bit sorry about it. It’s not your fault that you grabbed his hand by reflex nor that he was so dramatic about it.
“So, the sentence is hand breaking? That's cruel and unusual punishment!” he says with a gasp.
"Is it wrong to take away your tool for cheating?"
“Have you forgotten what I do for a living? You might as well lay me out in the sun to dry.”
Sighing, you decide to agree with him. You suppose you could be a little competitive when it came to games. Besides, they say it’s easier to catch more flies with honey. “Look, I’m sorry, baby,” you apologize and smooth out a hand over his thigh. “How about I give you a super special prize if you win.”
Rafayel barely looks at you from the corner of his eyes that slowly drop to where your hand rests on his leg. You’re on your hands and knees next to him, perched up like a cat begging to be petted.
“I’m listening,” he says, continuing to mix his paints. Purring, you lean in and whisper in his ear the prizes you’re willing to trade for him to play one little round with you.
His heart races with each word. It’s suddenly becoming harder to keep the stroke of the brush straight when your hand starts to trail further and further up his thigh. “Well, when you put it that way—” and he almost gives in until he sees the corner of your lips curling up into a smirk. “Wait. No. I refuse.”
“Not even if—” and you whisper in his ear again. He swears the brush handle will splinter if he grips it any tighter. His face is glowing a light red by the time you pull away. He might be Lumerian but he’s still a man; it’s difficult to bury the memories of pleasure under the memories of his fingers squeezing in your hard grip the last time you caught him cheating. He manages, somehow.
“How easy do you think I am? I’m not open for business whenever you want, darling.” He manages to spat out, not exactly the best rejection but it’ll suffice.
You puff up your cheeks at him. “You’re the meanest boyfriend ever!”
“And you’re evil when a card gets in your hand,” he argues back. The last thing he sees is the red of your shirt as you pounce on him and blue paint spilling across the floor.
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“You’re so nice, Zayne. You’re the only one who's brave enough to play against me.”
Zayne glances up from the stack of cards in his hands to catch your tongue glancing over your lips to wet them as you stare him down with dilated eyes. He expected you to get worked up but not quite this early into the game.
“I had the free time today.”
The real reason he schedules these regular games with you is to keep your strange habit under control, like providing a little bit of a drug to an addict; or in simpler terms, walking an overly energetic Husky so it won’t tear up the furniture. It beats the many times you ring him up at two in the morning, needing him to come rescue you out of a tough situation. He knows you’ll never learn your lesson with him always swooping in when needed, but he can’t stand the possibility of you getting hurt should he not come to your rescue every time you over bet your hand and need him to win back your money for you. The doctor never really expected to be a poker or kitty card expert at this age but alas.
“I’m guessing there’s at least one Kitty Plot in your hand, am I right?” you ask him; and he doesn’t understand how you sound more excited each time he obtains another assist card.
“And if I told you there was?”
The giggle you let out sounds much too vulgar for a simple game of kitty cards, but he’s used to this eccentricity of yours at this point. “Then that means I get to beat you even when you’re at your best!”
You slap down a Freeze card and Skip card. There’s not much he can do other than draw his assist card and ride out your next turn. In the next phase, you throw out another assist card, one that will allow you to restock your empty number stockpile and seal your victory.  
“Any last words?” you ask him. He can see that you’re starting to twitch with the excitement that comes from besting him. It’s the most dramatic thing he’s seen, but he’d be a liar to say it wasn’t…satisfying…to watch your face fill with shock as he blocks your finishing move with a Meow This. Maybe you were rubbing off on him after all, he muses.
“You held on to that all this time?” you ask him, recalling the many chances he could’ve blocked your earlier plays. You were aware he was luring you into a trap by playing the slow game, but you thought you could get around it this time. With a dreamy sigh, you cup your cheek in your hand. “I should’ve known. Just careless.”
“Any last words?” he asks, mocking your earlier victory line.
“None I’m afraid. I’m completely at your mercy; helpless in the face of your onslaught,” you tell him, and he ignores the little tilt of seduction lacing your voice and the squirming of your thighs as he starts erasing every point you’ve earned.
Slowly, your points decrease one by one as he throws out assist after assist while you let out little whimpers and mutter compliments under your breath with each cup color change and point reducer he throws out.
You’re going to lose! Again! He’s incredible as always.
But you’re offered deliverance when instead of erasing the six points of your blue kitty the cup color changes to match it. You hear Zayne “tch” under his breath, and you can’t help but laugh when he finally has to give up and fill the last white kitty cup with a pathetic low-level kitten.
In the end, you only won by two points but that was all you needed.
“I won…I won!” you repeat, rocking back and forth as you hug yourself and toss your head back. “I finally beat you! You won’t believe how long I waited for this day! Now what should my prize be?” You fall back onto the floor, kicking your feet. “It’s so hard to decide. I honestly didn’t think this day would come! There are so many things I’ve dreamed of making you do for me!”
Zayne presses his lips into a thin line as he begins to collect the kittens from the cup. “Calm down. You’re drooling on the carpet,” he exaggerates, not that you're in the right mind to listen.
“I got it. I know just what I want,” you squeal, holding your finger in your mouth to muffle your laughs. Zayne tenses when you sit up, much like a vampire from a horror movie, and lock eyes with him; he doesn’t think he’s felt so targeted since his days in the military.
“Meow for me, Zayne,” you demand, and his face burns at the ridiculousness of your request.
“You—”
“Are you backing out? That’s poor sportsmanship especially considering I took every nasty medicine each time you won.”
Zayne shakes his head. “No. I was simply thinking that’s surprisingly tame for you.”
You lift your eyebrows curiously. “So, does that mean?”
Zayne leans in over the table. In this position, he can see how your face softens from that lust-filled haze that gambling always manages to place over you. He doesn’t know if you can actually get embarrassed, but you certainly look flustered as he locks eyes with you.
“Meow.”
“Oh,” you gasp, eyes wide. “T-That was absolutely wonderful,” you blurt out with a clasp of your hands. “Do it again.”
“It was a one-time deal,” Zayne rejects before straightening his back.
“I didn’t think you would do it. One more little meow for me?” you plead. “This was a special victory, and I didn’t get to enjoy my winnings properly.”
“If you want to hear it again, I’m afraid you’ll have to beat me a second time,” he answers bluntly.
“And if you win?”
“You do what I want.”
“Which is?”
Zayne smirks at you. “All I can tell you is that I’ll ask for much more than a meow.”
“You’re on! You’re on! You’re on! What better way to solidify my position as the best kitty card player than with a streak?”
“I take it we’re playing on Hell Mode then.”
“What do you mean? It’s always heaven playing against you, Zayne. You’re the only one who can give an actual challenge,” you sweetly coo, nearly a moan. “Unfortunately, your reign will officially be coming to an end. I’m going to beat you without luck; and when I do, I think I’ll make you meow and purr for my reward.”
“Hurry and restart the match then if you believe that.”
Zayne watches as you excitedly set the game back up. He supposes that this type of gambling is more fun than gambling with chocolates. At least until he sees your social media message the next morning.
Guess who finally toppled the old king and became the new Ruler of Kitty Cards? I won’t name them. No one asked. It’s not polite to be a sore loser, my adorable meowing subject.
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Disability representation in Bob's Burgers
This is going to be a long post so buckle up and perhaps grab a snack
I am neurodivergent and physically disabled and Bob's Burgers is one of my two special interests so I feel very qualified to talk about this so let's just dive right in
In ~ my opinion ~ Bob's Burgers is one of the best shows overall in terms of disability and LGBTQ+ representation. Still, Today we'll be focusing specifically on disability rep and I'll be breaking it down by character and we'll be discussing both canon and implied disabled characters.
Tina Belcher - Tina is headcanoned by many (including myself) as being Autistic, as many of us autistic people find her extremely relatable and a lot of her symptoms to be obvious. She has a very hard time making and maintaining friendships with people besides her siblings, she does not understand most social situations, all of her "friends" besides Zeke are mean to her but never realize that they're being mean to her unless Louise points it out. She also displays heavy and intense interest in horses, and romance, which many see as her special interests. She also frequently stims both physically and orally; this is especially prevalent when she's in situations that she finds stressful. She's also known not to understand jokes or sarcasm (there's literally an entire episode with this as a running side plot, see season 7 episode 15) she also frequently tries to act like someone she's not and pretend to take interest in things she doesn't actually like in an attempt to make friends (see season 13 episode 14). There's also an entire two-part episode where she's a robot who's pretending to be human which was meant to be an allegory for her masking and she and Bob have an entire song dedicated to them feeling like they're unlikable and not knowing how to be "normal" and I find it painfully relatable and it has me in tears every time I watch that episode (season 12 episodes 21 and 22). The common argument against Tina being autistic is that within the first 5 minutes of the very first episode, there's a joke about Tina being autistic and Bob says "You're not autistic Tina" but my argument against this is that the Belcher family canonically does not have much money and getting diagnosed is very expensive. (also the entire family is very neurodivergent so it wouldn't shock me if no one in the family noticed that she was autistic)
Bob - Bob displays a lot of the same behaviours as Tina but also tends to be portrayed as the classical undiagnosed adult autistic man. He also has a strong tendency to personify and give names to objects such as his spatula; this however can be a sign of autism or childhood trauma which we also know that he has as it's showed and explained on many occasions that his childhood wasn't super great since his mother died when he was a young boy and his dad was not great at parenting and was showed to care more about his restaurant than his son.
Linda - Linda again is the classic undiagnosed adult auDHD woman. She's very hyper-active, and tries really hard to control situations but not in a malicious way. she needs everything to be perfect all of the time and takes extreme measures to make that happen which usually wind up making the situation worse (see season 1 episode 7)
Gene - Gene (in my opinon) clearly has ADHD. He's forgetful, can't get himself to do activities that aren't of his immediate interest, day dreams a lot and his very very extroverted. (Though not all ADHDers are extroverted). He also has a very hard time with rejection sensitivity which is common in people with ADHD.
Teddy - Teddy is the Belchers best customer and close family friend. He also displays symptoms of autism but on a more "severe" level than other characters mentioned. He eats the exact same thing for lunch every day at the exact same time, and literally has a breakdown if that changes without warning. He also has no social skills, is easily manipulated and has strong attachment issues particularily towards Bob and Linda. Also he's a hoarder but I'm not sure if that's relevant to this.
Gayle - I'm not really sure what's going on with Gayle or where to start with her but she definitely has some stuff going on in her brain.
Jimmy jr - Jimmy jr has a speed impediment and often displays his frustrations with his dad who wants him to go to speech therapy and get rid of his speech problems even though he'd rather spend his time pursuing his dreams of being a dancer.
Benji - Benji is a character who appears in a season 13 episode. He's a student in Louise's grade who uses a wheelchair and has a passion for puppetry and loves Jim Henson; though his mother would rather that he took wheelchair basketball lessons. (Also, fun fact: the voice actor for Benji also voices a disabled character on Sesame street, who's puppets were originally crafted by Jim Henson)
This post is already long enough so I'll stop here but I could go on for ages about this subject. I hope you all learned something and feel free to add to the conversation in the comments. Remember that some of these are just opinions and you're aloud to disagree.
Have a great eveing lovies and if you made it this far thank you for reading <3
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Anime Review: Reborn as a Vending Machine, I Now Wander the Dungeon
All the anime in all the world, and you guys wanted me to review the vending machine isekai. I don't mind, of course, it just... Really? The vending machine isekai? Are you really curious about my opinion, or do you just want me to justify watching it? (Not that it makes much difference one way or the other.)
Well, what you want is what you get and what you get is a review of the vending machine isekai.
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it's an isekai about a vending machine
For the unitiated, the vending machine isekai is about an autistic man who bravely sacrificed his life for his special interest being Reborn As a sentient, shapeshifting Vending Machine named Hakkon in Japanese and Boxxo in English. He is perfectly happy with this arrangement, because as a vending machine he doesn't have to worry about what his face is doing and can say the same things over and over with the same inflection all he likes and people will just accept it because he's a sentient snack dispenser. He manages to befriend an adventurer named Lammis, who has super-strength so she's able to carry him around on her back, thereby allowing him to Wander the Dungeon and occasionally participate in creative and fun battle scenes (though he's more often than not he's more of an observer while character vignettes happen around him).
The vending machine isekai is a very nice series. It's fairly episodic, with a roughly even ratio of low-stakes sitcom shenanigans to higher stakes conflicts involving monsters and magic. The animation is nothing to write home about, but the character designs are cute and the performances are better than one might expect from an isekai about a vending machine. There's a tiny bit of fanservice, but it's fairly tame, and undercut by Boxxo remarking each time that it does nothing for him since he's, y'know, a machine.
This is one of those premises that runs on "Try not to overthink it." They do attempt to address at least some of the issues inherent in the fact that Boxxo technically needs to eat money to survive, but with an air of "we're not taking this issue that seriously and neither should you!" and he's shown giving his products away for free at least as often as he's shown taking money for them. If you're still bothered by the logistics by the time he's defeating giant frog monsters with Diet Coke and Mentos, this series may not be for you.
Ultimately, though, if you want something a bit meatier, you'd probably be better served by That Time I Was Reincarnated As a Slime or So I'm a Spider, So What? But if you're just looking for something slightly silly to chill with for a bit, you'll get what you're looking for here.
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Day 6- Crossover
For today, have my Gotham pokemon AU. I wrote a new chapter to go with the art. You can read all of it at the end, but here is the new chapter:
When Edward decided to take an ex champion, alleged evil team leader and killer in his home, he expected one million things. He could decide to just kill Ed for the hell of it, maybe he enjoyed the sound of his screams and decided to torture him to know all information he knew about Galavan. Ed did work for the police after all. Perhaps he would force his savior to become his servant or, maybe, if the forensic scientist was lucky, he would take him under his wing and make a true trainer out of him. Instead, it took a week for Oswald to properly wake up due to his infections.
 At first, he was skeptical, he even threatened Edward and assumed that the other would be a danger to him, but upon realizing that wasn't the case, Gotham's greatest trainer in the past fifty years became docile. He would spend most of his days either crying or sleeping. To even eat, it took everything out of him.
 Now, Edward knew something had happened to the man's mother. He spoke about her when he slept occasionally and even sang to himself. He was understanding at first, allowing Oswald to take his time to mourn, however, after the first month, his patience was running thin. If the champion had at least tried to kill him, that would have been interesting. 
Worst of all was Ogerpon. She wasn't exactly the patient kind and she seemed to be particularly unhappy with Oswald's pokemon eating her favorite snacks. Ed tried to buy enough for everyone, however he wasn't made of money. 
That evening, Ed was getting home after work. Despite being tired, he had stopped by the supermarket to buy a few things for dinner. Just as he was making his way up the stairs, he heard a loud noise coming from his apartment. His eyes widened and he immediately dropped his bags to run home faster. He would recognize the sound of Ogerpon's attack anywhere. “Oggy!” He shouted as he unlocked the door to find Oswald's empoleon blocking the ogre's club just before it could hit his trainer. 
“What the hell is going on here?!” Ed shouted and Oswald barked back.
“Your pokemon went crazy!” The champion's words seemed to spark something in the grass pokemon as her eyes burned and she let out a cry before jumping into the air to try and stab the trainer with her tiny horns. 
Before she could hit, however, a glow came from one of Oswald's pokeball, revealing his togekiss which immediately used its wing to slash at the grass type, critically hitting it and sending the creature flying through the bathroom door.
“No!” Edward shouted and ran after her. 
Oswald stood up from the bed and followed after them. “Crap- I- is she ok?” 
Ed cradled her in his arms and stroked her head. The attack had been strong enough to knock her out. “S-she will be fine. She just needs to rest.”
Oswald sighed with relief. “Thank Arceus.”
“What happened?!” 
“I'm unsure, I was watching television and I think my blaziken decided to eat something, one of the treats in the jar from the top shelf so I grabbed it for him and your pokemon suddenly freaked out. What is she anyway? A legendary I assume. Are you a member of the elite?”
“That's it then… those aren't snacks, they are special herbs from back home. I told her not to touch them because they were special, so she must have been trying to protect them.” He kissed her head, “I'm not an elite. Just some kid from a small island. Ogerpon is said to have arrived on my island a long time ago with her friend, but they were attacked and her original master killed so she got her revenge. This caused the people of the village to become terrified of her. Really, she is a sweetheart with just a bit of a temper.” 
“Shit, I'm really sorry Ed…” 
Edward glared at him. “Where did you get a togekiss anyway?! I thought those pokemon only went with good people.”
Oswald winced and the togekiss flew in front of him protectively. “It's ok, Eli.” The champion stroked its white feathers, causing it to relax. “My mother actually brought it with her when she moved from her region. They used to be quite common there until- until the elite trainers invaded searching for their legendary pokemon and stronger ones.” He spat, “people like the international police you so proudly work for.”
“They are just trying to keep people safe!”
“Really? Legendaries have been doing that for thousands of years without their help. Now look, you have people capturing them into mind control balls and using them to force those who can't afford a master ball into submission. Is that what you want to keep?”
“Well, I don't see anyone trying to do anything better!” 
“I did! I tried! I reached the top, all without a single legendary pokemon, defeating one after the other, do you know what the thanks I got?! The whole city was hunting me down like a beast and my mother- my- my mother-” Oswald teared up. His lips quivered and Ed knew he had said what he shouldn't have.
“What happened?”
“It doesn't matter.” Oswald whispered and turned around, limping back to the bed.
Ed frowned and grabbed his pokemon before joining his roommate who was now sitting by the window with his pokemon around him. As the scientist sat down, the empoleon, togekiss and blaziken glared at him, protective of their trainer.
The brunette simply sat on the floor in silence trying to think of what to say and how to apologize.
Oswald was the one who broke the silence though, “El was her pokemon. Not mine. He joined my team to help me bring her back.” He wiped his tears with the palms of his hand. The champion didn't need to speak for Ed to know they hadn't been successful.
“Did you lose?”
Oswad laughed. It was a bitter laugh. “No. I won. It wasn't even difficult. That was the problem though. These people don't accept losing. It was my fault. I should have just let him win. Gotham isn't worth it. Nothing was.” 
Ed watched him with pity. Even evil team leaders were capable of love, huh? “Well… what are you going to do about it now?” 
The champion looked at him. “Huh?”
“Well, no offense, Oswald, but your mother was only dragging you down.”
“Excuse you?! My mother was a saint!” His pokemon seemed ready to attack and with Ogerpon still unconscious, Ed knew he wouldn't be able to stop them. 
He still kept going. “Exactly! She was a good person, the thing you loved most. And she is gone. That means you are not tethered to anything else anymore. Nothing to hold you down.” Ed crawled to him and placed his hands on Oswald's thigh, causing the other to tense up and blush. “You can make a real difference, Oswald. You could save this region.” 
The champion finally looked down to meet his eyes, cheeks still pink. “Y-you really believe in me?” 
“More than I have ever believed in anyone.” 
Oswald was silent for a moment. He inhaled and looked down at one of his pokeballs. “Maybe… maybe I could try again. There is just one problem. Galavan took half of my pokeballs. Elijah, Gertrude and Blaziken are the only pokemon I have left and I don't think I have the energy to train three new pokemon from zero.” 
“What's your plan?”
“I'm unsure. I need to talk to some people, hope someone is willing to help. I still don't know if this is a good idea, but like you said, what do I have to lose?” 
Edward smiled a little. “Well, Ogerpon and I will be by your side the entire time.”
“I'm not sure how happy she will be about that, but… thanks. Edward, was it?” 
Ed felt beyond happy. “That's my name, alright".
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thoma-daily · 2 years
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im gently picking up ayaitto in my hands. holding them. i rlly need to do more research on them orz
this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile so i suppose ill post em now!
ayaitto prerelationship headcanon time!
ayato knows of itto before they meet, of course--he thought he was strange, but harmless.
he's completely caught off-guard though when itto calls him over to watch an onikabuto match between him and a kid; no reservations whatsoever.
for only a minute, ayato thinks that itto may be trying to get his foot in the door to grander things... and is immediately proven wrong when he doesn't bring up his title at all, and simply doesn't know that ayato is the yashiro commissioner
ayato again... just completely thrown off, but in the most delightful way possible in his eyes.
being able to relax like he's a kid again, after having to manage the commission from such a young age, is a breath of fresh air
and its even more interesting to him that although he has a tendency to not appear for months at a time, itto still thinks of them as close friends
so he keeps in touch with itto when possible, albeit usually by having thoma hand things off to him; smaller things that he doesn't care much for but knows itto would appreciate, like special drinks and snacks or a new set of cards. small tokens of appreciation
ayato also has a tendency to suggest odd jobs from the yashiro commission when itto needs money, just so that he can see him a bit more. (itto does not still realize that he's the yashiro commissioner.)
ayato is affectionate from afar; he already knows that itto wouldn't give up the gang or anything for him, so he doesn't bother asking. he simply gives small things to itto and resolves some of the problems the arataki gang gets into some of the time. (not all of them of course! it builds character to have to figure things out... and also it's amusing.)
on itto's end... god this man is so fucking clueless. love him
itto thinks of ayato as just a total bro, always sending little gifts and helping out, albeit indirectly. and he's so well spoken! itto takes some notes from him, and offers him a place in the gang, which ayato declines
shinobu knows who ayato is. the whole gang knows who ayato is. shinobu has tried to tell him and itto just scratched his head and went "well maybe it's a different ayato?"
shinobu does keep an eye on ayato though, she does NOT trust him at all.
itto tries to reciprocate all the little things that ayato sends him--usually little diy art things, that admittedly are really bad. ayato has a collection of them and they're very precious to him
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sixofpomegranates · 1 year
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➢ Eddie Munson's eating habits and food head canons — PART 1:
→ ✿ ← Flowers will provide links to fanfictions of mine in which I used the headcanon above.
→ ☘︎ ← Clover will provide the link to an in-detail headcanon.
{TW: Food, Eating—Eddie’s little bit weird eating habits, Child Neglect, Overeating, Pot Brownies, Trailer Park Stigmatization, Manners, etc.}
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Has eaten a worm for 10$ when he was 12.
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..."Please tell me that's a joke!" I squeal, sitting next to Eddie on the floor of my living room. He shakes his head, dipping another fry in his chocolate milkshake. "Nah, honest earned money." "You ate a worm for ten dollars," I exclaim, making him chuckle. "Yeah, because I was twelve and stupid. Today I would charge at least twenty bucks to eat one," he tells me proudly. "How about I give you fifty, and you promise to never eat a worm again?" "Deal, sweetheart." Grabbing my hand, Eddie shakes it eagerly, a boyish smirk on his lips. "See? Eating worms is already bringing in profits."...
Likes every flavor of milkshake there is. He loves that shit, so don't make him choose.
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Wayne used to bribe him with them when he was little. Trips to the dentist, doctor appointments, or tutoring sessions were rewarded with dinner at the diner afterward.
Dips his fries into his chocolate milkshake because “The sweet and the salty balance each other out."
→ [✿]
These are also top-tier for him:
salted caramel
Bacon & Chocolate
salted pretzels in chocolate
Popcorn and M&M’s
PB&J
He hates eating fish. The smell is enough to make him gag.
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This hate extends to:
Fish sticks.
Seafood.
Sushi. → May be interested in trying sushi without fish... But as he can't even look at raw fish you’d need to serve it to him in a safe environment.
Hates olives.
Loves apples.
He’s constantly snacking one if Wayne bought a bag. It's the crunch and that they’re juicy.
Drinks straight from the carton or bottle. (yes. milk, juice & soda)
Says that they wouldn't make it so easy to drink from them if you weren't supposed to, and it saves you from cleaning a glass.
When alone, eats out of the pan or pot instead of grabbing a plate. Doing dishes sucks.
Has pretty good table manners. (-if he wants to)
Wayne was very keen on teaching them to him. Little Eddie never cut his meat, digging into meals like a starving, feral hyena.
There is already the stigma of being uncultured and dirty following them as residents of a trailer park; Wayne wants his boy to be able and prove people wrong. Do good. Can't have him burp, talk with a full mouth, and tear the meat on his plate apart with his hands, never using cutlery. (Little Eddie was a hungry little raccoon.)
Healthy relationship with food. (Thanks to Wayne)
Used to overeat until he was sick.
After his mom died, there was never anything to eat at home. He was scared of being hungry and didn't know when the next time he'd get something to eat was.
Will finish your plate for you if you're stuffed. He's a big boy. He can eat a lot.
Loves everything cheese. Especially snacks.
Good at baking.
He found out that he's good at it when making pot brownies for the first time. Since then, he has made cakes for important celebrations like the end of a campaign and birthday cakes for friends, himself, and Wayne, muffins, and even more brownies—family-friendly ones as well.
Loves spicy food but doesn't have a high tolerance for it. He still eats it, even though he suffers a little.
Gareth once brought Eddie a bag of Rebanaditas (watermelon lollipops covered in spicy chili powder) from his vacation in Mexico. Eddie loves them and still has a couple of them stored away for special occasions.
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SURPRISE SELF SHIP ASK !
What would be your f/os reactions to you sudden appearing during their job ? Be it going to a live or just dropping a snack for them during practice
omg yippiee thank u for the ask!!! answer got. a bit out of hand bc nothing brings me more joy than writing notes on scenarios from my head so... a bunch of text under the cut TwT
Arisu is usually a very rare guest at lives (to begin with, they are too much of a working class hero to have that much spare time and money to attend idol performances often...), but finding a couple of spare minutes between customers to drop by practice rooms was much easier and... Arisu becomes an unstopable force when the opportunity to take care of ppl they care about arises at the end of the day. What that means is that Arisu coming over with a quick snack and a couple of drinks during practice wouldn't be that surprising in the first place :3c
Madara encounters that part of Arisu pretty early on in their relationship (in the broad sense of the word), before they became romnatically invloved in any capacity. I still have not posted anything about my grand specific vision on how Arisu and Madara first met, but for the purpose of this answer all that matters is that Arisu takes interest and in some way personal responsibility in ensuring Mama's general well-being,,, so they became an unofficial audience for a lot of MaM training sessions :] Lives, of course, are a different matter entirely. Working for ES (even if not for anything directly idol-related, but Cinnamon is nothing to sneeze at too hehe) does eventually pay off, so when Arisu strats getting their hands on Live tickets - free or discounted, no less, they don't even need to think whether to go. Madara doesn't expect to see this familiar face in the front row, but it is a welcome surprise - even more so when it becmoes clear Arisu knows every song by heart by now and is singing their heart out :D So for the entirety of the Live Madara seemingly smiles a bit brighter too :D (and Arisu managed to smuggle him some Cinnamon pastries to snack on after too teehee)
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Tatsumi and Arisu meet each other personally and start talking at a later point, and by then Arisu had even been at a couple of Alkaloid Lives (at first because Hiiro is Rinne's otouto-kun. means hes Niki's otouto-kun too. means hes Arisu's otouto-kun by proxy too!!) already. But a more important point of connection is Arisu often listens to Tattsun's radio show - it makes for a great podcast material when work is slow or they are stuck with something boring and menial task. They even end up sending a couple of anonymous letters asking for advice, all signed as Tama (alternative reading for "Su" in "Arisu" btw), which kickstarts a personal exchange of letters between them. With Arisu still using a pseudonym, because a semblance of anonimity allowed them to be more honest,,, and more personal in the letters. I just think the idea of Arisu and Tattsun being just casual friends at first, while Arisu as "Tama" quickly becomes very close to him and they end up sharing a lot with each other, a interesting concept okay. That is, until Arisu finally braces themselves masters up all of their courage. And show up to a recording of another episode of Tattsun's advice radio show (tho they wait just until the recording is over) with their next "Tama" letter in hand to give it to Tatsumi personally.... I think Tattsun would take the sudden news that his mysterious panpal had been his aquintance all along pretty well - even if for a bit both are a bit embarassed about the whole situation. They do grow super close as a result (and continue the letter exchange teehee)
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Special bonus Niki - he expects Arisu to be there during his job actually .! its them against the world (having to work instead of discussing best sauces for braised pork tenderloin)
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MP100 Theatre Kid AU
More theatre things because tech week starts today help. I’m living out my dreams of being a tech kid because they’re amazing and so so funny, but you’d never know because they’re always behind the scenes. (Also they’re the ones who hold the snack stash so go to them for the Cheetos kids).
Character sheets for Shigeo and Teru.
Shou Suzuki: Tech/Stage Management
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Background:
Shou spent much of his early childhood going to his father’s show rehearsals. He went to so many that he quickly developed a musical talent that far surpassed his classmates.
Once Touichirou learned this, he immediately began teaching Shou how to sing.
He didn’t have lots of times to be a kid, his father whisking him away to rehearsals when his classmates were out having fun.
Even worse, his father was teaching him in a traditional, classical manner. Making him learn music standards he didn’t connect with.
He also never liked the actors he worked with, but he could never pinpoint why.
Even so, he never hated singing.
He knew his father did musical theatre shows because “they’re the quickest way to make the money I need for my own projects,” but he had never seen one until…
He snuck into watch one of his father’s musicals: Little Shop of Horrors.
It was so different from anything he had been learning before. It was brash, it was hilarious, it was loud, it was dark.
He was obsessed.
Not just with the music, but with the tech.
How did they match up the lightning and the thunder? How did the scenes change so fast from the dentist office to the flower shop? How on earth did they make that giant plant move?
He snuck backstage to see the mastermind behind all the special effects: Serizawa. After the show, Serizawa gave Shou a tour of the set, making his interest skyrocket.
Shou announced that night at dinner that he wanted to learn how to tech a show.
Touichirou made it clear he didn’t support this decision. Anyone can learn the skill to tech. Not everyone is born with musical talent like his, and it would be a waste if he was “only behind the scenes.”
It was then that Shou realized why he hated being in the shows his father directed.
It had nothing to do with the music and everything to do with the entitlement of the actors he worked with.
The way they all fought with each other, the way they blamed their own mistakes on other people, the way they dismissed the back stage crew as if they weren’t the reason they had mics and a set to perform on.
That was the final nail in the coffin, and he went to learn how to tech a show at Black Vinegar.
Where he met his mortal enemy: Teruki Hanazawa.
The kid his father replaced him with.
Basically if Teru was in Claw Theatre edition
Characteristics:
Tech Kid™
Jack of all trades (Costumes, lighting, sound, set, stage management).
Has a particular interest for pyrotechnics on stage
The type to sing horribly on purpose despite his talent (this drives Teru crazy).
Believes in the theatre ghost and fights with him at least once a week (Dimple).
Ultimate snack stash in the PAC despite the “no food or drink” sign. “Do as I say, not as I do.”
The telepathy club takes full advantage of his snacks (and it’s how he recruits them to be his tech crew).
Checks the stage lights every night before a show at Ritsu’s request. (Shou doesn’t mind one bit).
Has the funniest names for his lighting cues (throw back to Shrek the Musical where the cue name for the dragon eating Farquad was literally named “OOP he “faquin” dead” abdkfhslajs)
Not afraid to call out actors who gossip and put down others Teru
He means well, but this makes his confidence turn into arrogance. (“I’m the reason you even have a show.”)
A bit of a control freak.
Specialty: Punk/Rock/Mega-Musicals
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mooifyourecows · 2 years
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Ok I'm dead curious and I'm a thirsty nerd, please don't spare me of details. How much did you really research for Hard Times and how much did you made up? Anything from experience? Any surprises while looking up? SHOW US THE RING!!
Also, I just wanna add to the amazing and very true points Suga made the latest chapter, if you don't mind me using the spotlight: Always make sure to purchase from actual locals while travelling. My country has a huge touristic income and, just to use as an example, big events like the football world cup thay happened a few years ago should have injected a stupid amount of money in our local economies because the amount of tourists was really hitting record numbers. Only it didn't, not even one bit. Because all foreign very expensive and very valuable currency was being spent inside hotels and on international touristic companies, not even bothering to buy a snack from actual locals. This kind of exploratory business happens specially at in development places, because the local business are not considered enough to bring international costumers to (or they just can't afford to agree with the tourism companies conditions).
Good points Mel! Tourists should definitely try to support the locals over any international corporations! If you can't afford to pay the slightly higher price for local goods and food then you can't afford to vacation in those countries 🤷‍♂️
As for your research question, i do lots of research on all of my stories. It's one of the ways I acquire new interests, actually. Like for Drop in the Ocean (idk if you read it, it's daisuga + sharks) I acquired an interest and love for fish because of all the research I did for that fic. I watched hours of fish and aquarium videos on youtube and looked up fun facts and what not so that I could accurately depict a Suga who was absolutely in love with aquatic creatures. Now i love fish so much I want to get a big huge fish tank and fill it with the little bastards. if i ever want to get really into something, all i gotta do is make it an interest for one of my characters and bam, i’m a fish person now
For Hard Times specifically, I did lots of research on cruises, since I've never been on one before. I also looked up a lot about Ocho Rios and its attractions, even though I didn't wind up using much of it. I have aphantasia (the inability to visualize) and therefore need lots of visual references, so I looked up penthouse apartments and fancy cruise ship suite layouts/blueprints as well as interior decor and clothes and yada yada
I scrolled through pages and pages of Rolex watches until deciding which one Suga stole from Daichi. This is it btw (blurry pic because it’s from my old phone and has journeyed through discord and what not shhh):
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And here's the ring I had in mind for the most recent chapter:
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I honestly don't like making things up when it's based on a real thing, you know? Like if i'm trying to make a character seem well versed about italy, i'm gonsta read several wikipedia pages, you can count on that. I might not use nearly 90% of whatever i research but hey, at least i will know which countries eat horse and which ones don't in case such a thing happens to come up in casual conversation.
as for the catholic stuff... uhhhh that’s based on my own experiences. not ALL of it, ofc. I didn’t go to a fancy catholic school, but i was raised catholic. Suga’s story about keeping the priest at that convention for so long is partially true. not the neck exercises/stain on vestments part. but i did go to a catholic convention thing (Steubenville Youth Conference) in Washington state when I was a teenager and it was very weird but very amusing. and i was required to go to confession in these little tented off cubes inside this big event center and my confession took like triple the amount of time as everyone else’s because i am a silly goofy little scamp who loves to lie and just made stuff up until the priest was finally like “alright, next”. he was a nice guy though. he was very enthusiastic about giving me advice for all my confessions which was mainly why i was in there for so long. and then when i came out, the person I had been hanging out with the whole conference was like “you were in there for so long hOW MANY SINS DO YOU HAVE?” and honestly, good question because i stopped believing in god when i was like 7 and never told a priest a single truth in my life so babey we are still counting!
the research part of writing a story is honestly really fun for me. I like filling my little notes app with things i might want to incorporate somehow because it’s interesting or could potentially fit really well with the themes and what not. i’m well aware that my world experience is pretty limited. i don’t want my characters to exist only in those limitations though. thinking of a new mental disorder or cultural background to give my characters is SO FUN and EXCITING and i can’t help but dive right into all the possibilities.
but uhhh yeah the end thanks for the question babe 🖤
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~Midoriya Izuku Agere Headcanons~
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Here's some Midoriya headcanons that have been living in my head for the last few days! Hope you enjoy🧡 Also there's a lot of caregivers! Class 1A at the end😂
🥦Midoriya's age range is between 4-9, usually sticking at around 4-6
🥦Most of the time he's mostly nonverbal when he's regressed
🥦He discovered age regression in the later years of middle school. In usual Midoriya fashion, he dove into research about it and learned everything he possibly could
🥦He involuntarily regressed for the first time after the sludge villain attack. After that, he regressed pretty often, finding it soothing from the stress of his trauma from the bullying and years of feeling worthless
🥦He also found this helped a lot with the stress and trauma from hero work
🥦 He jumps around and gets really fidgety and breaths heavily when he’s excited
🥦I headcanon him with autism, so he has overstimulation issues that come out when he's regressed, since he often doesn't or can't show it when he's big
🥦He gets overestimated pretty easily and will get very sleepy and cuddly. He has noise canceling headphones that Todoroki always keeps with him just in case Izuku needs them
🥦He has spells where he's reallyyyy talkative as long as he's with someone he trusts, especially if you being up one of his special interests! He'll go on and on, babbling about it to whoever listens!
🥦He takes advantage of his little space to talk about his special interests since he's too shy or has been insulted for talking so much when he's big
🥦Really loves sensory things like stuffies, fidgets, blankets (especially weighted ones!), and oral toys like chewery and (when hes younger) teethers
🥦Lovesss All Might and watches his favorite All Might movies when he's little much like he did when he was a kid. Has All Might toys that he plays with so he doesn't get tempted to play with his collectibles (since he's made that mistake before- His poor $70 All Might figurine...)
🥦Loves physical affection. Literally needs it to survive💚 Since he didn't get much positive physical interaction outside from his mother all growing up, he makes up for it when he's small
🥦Gives so many hugs, and they're sooo nice and cuddly!
🥦 Loves loves lovessss headpats! They makes him feel so little itty bitty!
🥦He really loves cutesy nicknames such as Zuzu, little one, cutie, pumpkin, and honey💚 They make him feel so little and loved
🥦The dekusquad all take care of him when they find out💚 They love him so much and find him the sweetest little thing!
🥦Iida was the only one of the group who knew anything about age regression due to some safety/psychology courses he's taken, but his knowledge was broad and fairly limited
🥦He did a lot of research when Midoriya tells them about his regression, wanting to be as educated as possible on the subject for Midoriya
🥦He's very strict and always sets the rules for baby Izuku, such as bedtimes and controlling sugar intake, but he's pretty weak to Izuku's puppy dog eyes, so he'll lighten up on the rules sometimes
🥦Tsu doesn't tend to take care of Izuku much unless she's with Uraraka or the rest of the group, since she doesn't feel she does very good with kids
🥦Uraraka on the other hand absolutely loves baby Izuku and spoils the heck out of him
🥦She doesn't buy him things since she doesn't have much money, but she gives him lotsss of hugs and cuddles and is practically at his beck and call, getting him anything he wants or needs, like his toys, a snack, or whatever else
🥦Todoroki is Midoriya's main caregiver. He didn't know anything about the subject until Deku told him about it, but he was very open minded and was quick to offer to take care of his boyfriend (I ship tododeku sorry not sorry)
🥦The rest of the class found out after he involuntarily regressed in the middle of hero training when he was triggered
🥦Everyone absolutely loves and coddles him when he's small. The entire class loves him and takes care of him in some sort of way
🥦Lots of homemade little snacks from Koda and Satou!
🥦The bestest hugs from Shoji💚
🥦Presents from Mina, Momo, Hagakure, and Aayoma (though Aayoma doesn't quite get the idea, he has the heart💚 Even if his gifts are a little... odd)
🥦Lots of great kiddo music from Jirou!
🥦Kaminari, Kirishima, Ojiro, Sero, and Tokoyami (Dark Shadow) all play games with him! Board, video, and active varieties! Though Todoyami usually sits out for the active games like hide and seek and tickle tag
🥦And Bakugou... Well, hes Bakugou💚 He's jealous at first, since Midoriya gets so much love and attention from everyone while he hides his own regression, but he shows his love in his own special way. He always cleans Deku's little gear with his own when he can get his hands on them (and any other regressors' things in their class), leaves out snacks and food for him, and takes care not to be too aggressive or loud around the greenette when he's little, always conscious of his stimulation issues
🥦Though if anyone ever points out Bakugou's behavior (namely a certain redhead), he'll forever deny it because Katsuki Bakugou is not soft, thank you
🥦But Midoriya notices, and he loves him for it, and hopes maybe one day he can have a playmate if Bakugou's ever that comfortable with him
Ack, sorry, this list got a bit long! I hope you liked these headcanons! Thanks for reading🧡
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To claim my rightful place pt. 4
When Edward decided to take an ex champion, alleged evil team leader and killer in his home, he expected one million things. He could decide to just kill Ed for the hell of it, maybe he enjoyed the sound of his screams and decided to torture him to know all information he knew about Galavan. Ed did work for the police after all. Perhaps he would force his savior to become his servant or, maybe, if the forensic scientist was lucky, he would take him under his wing and make a true trainer out of him. Instead, it took a week for Oswald to properly wake up due to his infections.
At first, he was skeptical, he even threatened Edward and assumed that the other would be a danger to him, but upon realizing that wasn't the case, Gotham's greatest trainer in the past fifty years became docile. He would spend most of his days either crying or sleeping. To even eat, it took everything out of him.
Now, Edward knew something had happened to the man's mother. He spoke about her when he slept occasionally and even sang to himself. He was understanding at first, allowing Oswald to take his time to mourn, however, after the first month, his patience was running thin. If the champion had at least tried to kill him, that would have been interesting.
Worst of all was Ogerpon. She wasn't exactly the patient kind and she seemed to be particularly unhappy with Oswald's pokemon eating her favorite snacks. Ed tried to buy enough for everyone, however he wasn't made of money.
That evening, Ed was getting home after work. Despite being tired, he had stopped by the supermarket to buy a few things for dinner. Just as he was making his way up the stairs, he heard a loud noise coming from his apartment. His eyes widened and he immediately dropped his bags to run home faster. He would recognize the sound of Ogerpon's attack anywhere. “Oggy!” He shouted as he unlocked the door to find Oswald's empoleon blocking the ogre's club just before it could hit his trainer.
“What the hell is going on here?!” Ed shouted and Oswald barked back.
“Your pokemon went crazy!” The champion's words seemed to spark something in the grass pokemon as her eyes burned and she let out a cry before jumping into the air to try and stab the trainer with her tiny horns.
Before she could hit, however, a glow came from one of Oswald's pokeball, revealing his togekiss which immediately used its wing to slash at the grass type, critically hitting it and sending the creature flying through the bathroom door.
“No!” Edward shouted and ran after her.
Oswald stood up from the bed and followed after them. “Crap- I- is she ok?”
Ed cradled her in his arms and stroked her head. The attack had been strong enough to knock her out. “S-she will be fine. She just needs to rest.”
Oswald sighed with relief. “Thank Arceus.”
“What happened?!”
“I'm unsure, I was watching television and I think my blaziken decided to eat something, one of the treats in the jar from the top shelf so I grabbed it for him and your pokemon suddenly freaked out. What is she anyway? A legendary I assume. Are you a member of the elite?”
“That's it then… those aren't snacks, they are special herbs from back home. I told her not to touch them because they were special, so she must have been trying to protect them.” He kissed her head, “I'm not an elite. Just some kid from a small island. Ogerpon is said to have arrived on my island a long time ago with her friend, but they were attacked and her original master killed so she got her revenge. This caused the people of the village to become terrified of her. Really, she is a sweetheart with just a bit of a temper.”
“Shit, I'm really sorry Ed…”
Edward glared at him. “Where did you get a togekiss anyway?! I thought those pokemon only went with good people.”
Oswald winced and the togekiss flew in front of him protectively. “It's ok, Eli.” The champion stroked its white feathers, causing it to relax. “My mother actually brought it with her when she moved from her region. They used to be quite common there until- until the elite trainers invaded searching for their legendary pokemon and stronger ones.” He spat, “people like the international police you so proudly work for.”
“They are just trying to keep people safe!”
“Really? Legendaries have been doing that for thousands of years without their help. Now look, you have people capturing them into mind control balls and using them to force those who can't afford a master ball into submission. Is that what you want to keep?���
“Well, I don't see anyone trying to do anything better!”
“I did! I tried! I reached the top, all without a single legendary pokemon, defeating one after the other, do you know what the thanks I got?! The whole city was hunting me down like a beast and my mother- my- my mother-” Oswald teared up. His lips quivered and Ed knew he had said what he shouldn't have.
“What happened?”
“It doesn't matter.” Oswald whispered and turned around, limping back to the bed.
Ed frowned and grabbed his pokemon before joining his roommate who was now sitting by the window with his pokemon around him. As the scientist sat down, the empoleon, togekiss and blaziken glared at him, protective of their trainer.
The brunette simply sat on the floor in silence trying to think of what to say and how to apologize.
Oswald was the one who broke the silence though, “El was her pokemon. Not mine. He joined my team to help me bring her back.” He wiped his tears with the palms of his hand. The champion didn't need to speak for Ed to know they hadn't been successful.
“Did you lose?”
Oswad laughed. It was a bitter laugh. “No. I won. It wasn't even difficult. That was the problem though. These people don't accept losing. It was my fault. I should have just let him win. Gotham isn't worth it. Nothing was.”
Ed watched him with pity. Even evil team leaders were capable of love, huh? “Well… what are you going to do about it now?”
The champion looked at him. “Huh?”
“Well, no offense, Oswald, but your mother was only dragging you down.”
“Excuse you?! My mother was a saint!” His pokemon seemed ready to attack and with Ogerpon still unconscious, Ed knew he wouldn't be able to stop them.
He still kept going. “Exactly! She was a good person, the thing you loved most. And she is gone. That means you are not tethered to anything else anymore. Nothing to hold you down.” Ed crawled to him and placed his hands on Oswald's thigh, causing the other to tense up and blush. “You can make a real difference, Oswald. You could save this region.”
The champion finally looked down to meet his eyes, cheeks still pink. “Y-you really believe in me?”
“More than I have ever believed in anyone.”
Oswald was silent for a moment. He inhaled and looked down at one of his pokeballs. “Maybe… maybe I could try again. There is just one problem. Galavan took half of my pokeballs. Elijah, Gertrude and Blaziken are the only pokemon I have left and I don't think I have the energy to train three new pokemon from zero.”
“What's your plan?”
“I'm unsure. I need to talk to some people, hope someone is willing to help. I still don't know if this is a good idea, but like you said, what do I have to lose?”
Edward smiled a little. “Well, Ogerpon and I will be by your side the entire time.”
“I'm not sure how happy she will be about that, but… thanks. Edward, was it?”
Ed felt beyond happy. “That's my name alright."
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I'm asking questions 7, 35, and 46
7 - What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?
Currently I have three on my bed—one quilt, one fuzzy blanket, and one weighted blanket! It’s always these three all year because it’s less about warmth and more about maintaining ideal levels of pressure.
35 - Do you currently have a squish?
girl what does this mean??? like what even is that
46 - What do you need when you’re sad?
Money.
…Half-joke aside, usually a Dr. Pepper, a snack, and a little time to play video games/indulge my special interests or hyperfixations is enough to do it for me. Currently however I’ve been sad enough all my life over other shit, so this is a hard one to answer.
Thank you for the ask!! ^^
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The Sorcerer’s Apprentice (2010)
 
Smoking: Papa Smurf {I had attempted to rolls some jays for the movie but for some reason they wouldn’t stay sealed 😥}
 
Here is the little description from Disney+ “A modern-day sorcerer must make his seemingly average recruit into the ultimate apprentice.” I feel it sums it accurately. Now for my high mind to write this week’s entry 😊
We start off with a background on the 3 sorcerers that worked under Merlin, James A Stephens, and the evil Morgana, Alice Krige. We have Nicolas Cage playing Balthazar and Alfred Molina playing Horvath the dueling for good and evil. Then we get a glimpse a little more into the future of a young boy named Dave who is found out to be the Prime Merlinean.
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Now we go 10 years later and adult Dave is played by Jay Baruchel. The voice of Hiccup in How to Train Your Dragon. I love the relationship Dave has with Bennet, played by Omar Benson Miller. Bennet wants to help him not be by himself and spend time with friends so he doesn’t get stuck in his science projects alone.
Nicolas Cage coming into save the day by turning wolves to puppies while riding a giant metal eagle. I mean can you talk about an entrance!
One of my favorite parts is coming up. The fight in China Town, and on top of that during a festival! We have the fight between Balthazar and Sun-Lok played by Gregory Woo. He has this really cool power where he turned one of the festival paper dragons into a real dragon and chase Dave around. I love how they use the confetti. Its just floating down gracefully, and then they use magic to manipulate it as well.
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I’m watching the movie right now on Disney+, but I also have the DVD as well. In the special features they go into details about how they made the Merlin Circle because they didn’t want it to be put in but have it be real. Now I don’t remember a lot about what was said, okay okay, any of what was said ahahah, but I remember thinking it was interesting lol.
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Watching Jay try to make a plasma bolt is hilarious! It’s like a whole training sequence where he is basically failing, and failing hilariously.
Now we have Horvath trying to get some more help by reaching out to Drake Stone, played by Toby Kebbell. He uses his sorcerer abilities to be a magician and make money by doing shows. Very good looking and killer accent 😍
There is a Star Wars reference in this movie. Thinking about it. I wonder if in some how Disney new that 2 years after this movie came out they would take the Star Wars franchise?
Then they is the wonderful scene where Dave leaves his lab to be cleaned by his magic. This scene was done with a lot of people in green outfits being different kinds of cleaning supplies. It is an ode to the scene in Fantasia where Mickey Mouse puts on Merlin’s hat and does the same thing with the brooms and mops. They did a REALLY good job putting it all together.
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And I just got a 10min interruption by a cat. Calcifur apparently needed my attention for a little while lol.
Snack Break!
I got this way too huge slice of cake. Its soooo good and coconutty 🤤
Can’t believe I’ve gotten almost 600 words in and haven’t even mentioned Dave’s love interest Becky, played by Teresa Palmer. They have a very cute relationship that buds throughout the movie.
Now we get to the last battle. Morgana has been brought back through the 3rd sorcerer Veronica, played by Monica Bellucci. Morgana’s soul is connected to Veronica’s and she is trying to complete the ritual she was stopped from in the beginning of the movie.
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We have Balthazar and Horvath battling each other while she is shooting fire balls up in the sky and no one in New York is paying any attention to it. Nor was I for the last 5 mins lol. I got distracted on my phone for a minute there.
Dave gets to battle Morgana in the end, and you know, stuff happens. Once again, trying not to ruin stuff here lol!
Hope you enjoyed this week’s review! Till next time ❤
 
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