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skellebonez · 4 years

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PeachTea Prompt Fill: Don’t You Dare

This is a prompt from @witchmcnugget , unfortunately Tumblr ate the ask I was going to post the prompt with when I added it to my drafts (same day it ate other asks I tried to answer or draft), but I saved the prompt itself in a separate document when I filled it so it survived to be filled and posted! I hope it was worth the wait!

Don’t You Dare

Tang had to admit that there was something unbelievable about finding himself inside of the home of the Monkey King, Sun Wukong, sitting on his couch and watching TV with him with a pile of young monkeys keeping him trapped for the foreseeable future... not that he would have wanted to move, however. He was comfortable, usual scarf removed in the warmth of the little cottage, and just enjoying the company.

“They seem to have really taken to you,” Wukong said with a chuckle, stretched out on his half of the couch and only half paying attention to season 4 of Monkey King: The Animated Series (not that Tang thought he needed to pay attention at this point to know what was happening, he was certain that the immortal had the entire show memorized at this point). “Guess introducing you to them with Xiaotian around paid off!”

“I suppose it did,” Tang agreed, lifting a hand to catch a small baby monkey that was nodding off and about to slide off his shoulder. He deposited them on the arm of the couch gently, watching as they grabbed onto one of the older monkeys. “To be honest, I was kind of worried they wouldn’t like me considering... you know...”

“That you hold my attention away from them?” Wukong asked softly, shaking his head with a chuckle. “That’s the one thing you never had to worry about, they’re used to me splitting attention between people considering I help care for so many of them!”

The laugh that Tang let out was light and cheery as he nodded in agreement. “That’s true. But you’re also you, Wukong. I love you but I don’t want them to think I’m hogging you all to myself because you’re...” He cleared his throat, puffing out his chest as much as he could covered in baby monkeys. When he continued he spoke in a slightly exaggeratedly authoritative and official, like a documentary voice over but sillier. “The Handsome Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong.”

Wukong couldn’t help but laugh a bit, sitting up straighter to gently kick the side of Tang’s leg. “Stop, when you say it like that it sounds-”

“Impressive?”

“Well, yeah, but also really silly,” Wukong smirked at the interruption, jolting up as a timer in the kitchen went off. “Oh! It’s time to get the younger ones snacks, up now!” He clapped his hands loudly, loud enough to get the attention of all the monkeys in the room who eagerly headed out of the room in their eagerness for whatever treat they were in for. “Alright, come on, you get to help me this time.”

The Monkey King smiled, leaning down to place a soft kiss on Tang’s cheek. He missed ever so slightly as Tang went to stand, instead kissing halfway between his cheek and neck with his sideburns brushing against his neck fully. This would have been nothing more than a cute little fumble...

If Tang had not immediately burst out laughing and covered his mouth as he slammed himself back down into the couch and stared up at Wukong with wide eyes.

“Are you-”

“NO.”

The negative response was so quick that it solidified an affirmative answer in Wukong’s mind. “That’s why you wear that scarf!”

“Wukong,” Tang said with a scowl, removing his hands from his mouth to hold either side of his neck defensively.

“You’re-”

“Don’t say it!”

“Ticklish!” Wukong finished with a wide smile, unable to hold back a chuckle of his own. “Aw, you could have just told me, I would have been more careful.”

Tang’s scowl flattened into a deadpan expression, just barely lowering his defenses. “You’re the Monkey King.”

“... alright, you know what that’s fair,” Wukong said with a shrug, not even offended by the implications of those words. “But I still would have been!” He smiled softly, moving to place his hand under Tang’s chin and tilt it up ever so slightly. “Promise.”

“... OK,” Tang said with a smile, lowering his arms down to his side. “But you’re still going to use this for evil when you have the chance aren’t you?”

“Only when absolutely necessary... like right now!” Wukong smirked, leaning down to brush another kiss at the exactly same spot before Tang had a chance to react.

“Don’t you DAAAAAAREEAHAHA!” Tang jumped, flailing his arms as Wukong did a front flip over the couch to avoid him trying to grab him, landing behind him with a laugh of his own before taking off to where the monkeys were gathered. “You- that was evil, wait until I catch you!”

“Good luck with that!” Wukong yelled over his shoulder. “I promise not to do that again! I LOVE YOU!”

“I LOVE YOU TOO BUT THAT WON’T SAVE YOU!”

Tang gave chase, laughing coming from pure amusement as he chased down his beloved to enact some kind of vengeance... he’d still have to work out what but he had plenty of time to figure that out.

#fluff fic #ship fic #I may be the only one writing peachtea of the non tripsun variety maybe?#peachtea #sun wukong #monkey king #tang #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #prompt fill

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moshymosh · 3 years

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College Gemini Teaser

90′s!College!Marvel!AU

A/N: I’m Pissed at myself, I had this all typed up in my drafts so I could edit it later and I can’t tell if Tumblr ate it or I accidently deleted it, FML. Anywho, this is the teaser for my new fic. I would love some feedback on it, I also have a Shiny new Twitter for fic updates and polls about upcoming fics. There is currently a poll up now about who the pairings for this fic should be please go follow and vote. Here it is! Also if you know a good FREE video to gif converter for Ipad please hit me up, I need one like bad lol

!!Series Warnings!!: THIS IS AN 18+ CONTENT FIC, PLEASE BE OF AGE NO MINORS!! Smoking( Tabacco and Weed), Drug usage, Drinking (All characters in this fic are 21 or above 21, No underage drinking peeps!) Club scenes, Partying, SMUT!!, Violence and/or fighting. More tags to be added as the series continues

!!Teaser warnings!!: Tabacco usage!

IF THESE TW BOTHER YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS TEASER AND THE FIC THAT WILL GO ALONG WITH THIS. I DO NOT CONTROL WHAT YOU (THE READER) CHOOSES TO READ, READER/ VEIWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

DO NOT! AND I REPEAT DO NOT! POST MY FICS ANYWHERE WITH OUT MY DOCUMENTED CONSENT, THIS IS MY WORK AND IM VERY PROUD OF IT, DO NOT TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME. IF YOU SEE MY WORKS POSTED ANYWHERE THAT DOES NOT DOCUMENT THAT I HAVE GIVEN CONSENT PLEASE TELL ME IMMEDIATELY THANK YOU!

Teaser below the cut

Everyone on the campus of NYU called one group of friends, The Avengers, because they were known for helping everyone, didn't matter who or the reason. Need to get from point A to point B on campus? Call the Avenger's landline from a payphone. Need directions to the best restaurants and places to hang? Find any one of the Avengers and just ask. Need a pencil? Find any of the female Avengers, they have you covered. The girls have an arsenal of school supplies and are always willing to give you what you need. Can't afford the textbook you need? Find Tony Stark or his girlfriend Pepper Potts, they'll spot you the money you need to get your book. Creepy guy from math class won't take a hint that you will NOT go on a date with him next Tuesday? Say you're going on a date with either Steve Rogers, James 'Bucky' Barnes, or Sam Wilson, they really don't mind. They're just happy to help any way they can.

The Avengers sat in their usual spot under a large oak tree on the grassy part of the campus courtyard. The early fall breeze carried their laughter as they talked about their day.

"Oh! Guys this club we're going to on Saturday?" Natasha said after she took a sip from her glass coke bottle. "The girls and I's roommate is coming."

Sam laughed, knowing who they were talking about. "Gemini?" He asked with a raised eyebrow at the girl.

Nat smiled and nodded. "Yup." She said as she popped the 'p' "She decided to finally come back to the scene."

"Who's Gemini?" Steve asked as he sat up from leaning against the tree trunk.

Nat lit up and took a long drag from the cigarette she bummed from Bucky before she spoke, exhaling the smoke from her nostrils. "She's our, the girls, roommate. Gemini is her nickname. She prefers to keep her college career and her party life separated." Nat said before shrugging, taking another long drag from her cig. "Hence the name 'Gemini', a double-sided life if you will." She said as she flipped her wrist in a what-not motion.

"Do we know her from any of our classes?" Bucky asked before he broke out in laughter with everyone else at the redhead's surprised face.

"Natty, Baby..." Y/N whined as she flopped down on her back, tossing her head in Nat's lap, throwing her bookbag off to the side of her. "Stop stealing my smokes, here, bought you a carton. Stay out of mine you russian thief." Y/N joked as she handed said item to the girl in question.

Y/n lit up her own cigarette as she looked around at her friends and roommates. "Sorry I'm late Professor Fury was up my ass about my paper. What's we talking about?" She asked as she slipped her pack of smokes and lighter into the pocket of her bookbag.

"Talkin' about Gemini." Wanda said nudging Y/N's foot with her elbow.

Y/N nodded, taking a drag from her cig, sitting up beside Nat, and leaning her head on her shoulder. "What about her?" She asked as she exhaled smoke.

"Just wondering if we know her from any classes." Bucky said taking a swig from his coke bottle after he exhaled his own smoke.

"Oh, I'm sure you do Bucky." Nat said as she smirked at the girl leaning on her shoulder, who in turn was smirking behind the coke bottle Steve handed her, as she took a drink.

'You guys have classes with her alright,' Y/n thought, ‘They'll shit bricks if they knew I was Gemini.'

A/N 2.0: Hi you've reached the end of my Teaser, please go to the top and read the first authors note about my twitter if you would like to vote on who the ? X reader will be

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missn11 · 4 years

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I tried sending this question on Anon earlier (only my desktop has Tumblr and I was zoning out away from thinking of this), but what if Ming Xiao was a Cainite and Nines and LaCroix were Kuei-jin? What Clan/Dharmas would they be, and how would they feel about it, and how would it affect their storylines? Like maybe Nines rose and was taken in by the Chinatown Wu, and LaCroix has been living somewhere in China since the Napoleonic Wars? Thanks!

@badass-at-cuddling oh wow this is a big question to go into but I’ll try my best! XD

Well, I think it would be best to make changes to LaCroix’s and Nines’ backstory since as far I know Kuei-jin are made from people of Eastern or Southern Asian descent.

Now I think we can keep Nines being an American, in this case a Chinese American (he could be even be part latino as well), and it would makes he could’ve received the second breath after dying during a strike or perhaps he got caught in a cross fire, regardless, he would’ve died young and before his time. (Noooo ;_;)

Considering Nines’ clan in vtmb being a Brujah, his connection to humanity through his politcal beliefs, I feel the Dharma of the Dance of the Thrashing Dragon is likeily the one that fits him best since tbh, not only would that give him the chance to continue to fight for others but also give him a second chance to really live life to the fullest. (Honestly I was thinking of the Way of the Resplendent Crane for him as well but I think that’s too restricted for Nines’ character to be honest but I wonder what you guys might think)

I do think Nines would be quickly taken in by LA Chinatown Kuei-jin but I do think he would butt heads with the elders a lot but also perhaps more being willing to listen to them as well, provided they didn’t treat him badly that is. Although, he could end up becoming the leader of a movement within the Chinatown court that don’t want to be messed around by their elders. But while I think Nines would try to broker some peace treaty with the Anarchs in LA he could end up butting heads with some of the more rowdy Anarchs. And Nines wouldn’t feel happy with the mainland Kuei-jin taking over and saying “Hey we gotta kick or enlighten those awful Cainites to stop the Sixth Age!” but he would also be fed up with the Anarchs just leaving their shit everywhere and whoops the freaking Camarilla and the Sabbat are rolling into town as well!

So I would say that Nines is in a bind in what to do! 0_0

As for LaCroix, oh man this is a tricky one, because I’m trying to figure out if there was enough of a French Chinese presence in France at the time of Napoleon or not.

If there was and they allowed Chinese men to join the army then, I think that LaCroix could have been a French ex noble’s illegitimate son with a Chinese woman and even though there was a draft, I think he would want to prove himself to his father and country that he is worth something. (Ohhh don’t make me sad again ;_;) But he instead dies on the battle field and receiving the second breath and finding out that all of the beliefs his Chinese heritage actually are partly true and he would be super confused and likey eat some people before coming to on his own or being found by his fellow Kuei-jin and after some time he sent around europe to scope things for the Kuei-jin (not for conquering purposes per say but to see if there is any way to help the Kuei-jin in the mainlands).

However, if not then I can see him being a son of a trader in Hong Kong (obvs he isn’t going to be called LaCroix here in this case) and soon following in his father’s footsteps, perhaps even getting involved in the opium trade, (I’m going to be honest here and say that I don’t know as much about China during the 1800s at this point so if anyone has any suggestions please let me know :D) However, he would’ve died young and maybe to move his brith and death forward to from liekly 1794-1815 to 1815-1839 so he could have been involved in the first Opium War and died in the conflict. Upon receiving the second breath and being found and taken to the Hong Kong court.

Now picking LaCroix’s Dharma in either origin story was difficult for me to be honest, but I’m thinking for the first origin LaCroix might have been attracted to the Howl of the Devil-Tiger Dharma, since I can see him wanting to be a powerful demon (Yomi ain’t a nice place bro) and that could go for his second orgin too.

Buttt the other Dharmas he might also go for are the Way of the Resplendent Crane or the Dance of the Thrashing Dragon Dharma, Resplendent Crane cause he might feel guilty for not following tradition and sinning a lot when he was alive and Thrashing Dragon so he could really live his unlife to the fullest!

Now LaCroix regardless would either be sent to LA to asist the Kuei-jin in conquering the city or he would already be in LA and butting heads with Nines no matter his Dharma! XD But LaCroix would have ambitions of becoming an Ancestor (It’s going to take a bit though) but first he’s going to do his bit to help the effort to stop the Sixth Age (it’s going to get in the way of his goal darn it!) and of course that means screwing over the Kindred through manipulative means!

Ming Xiao is a tricky one for me as I wanna say she could be a Ventrue due commanding air and her ability to be a Leader of a community, I can totally see her rock Domination and Presence easily and with Fortiude, she’s one tough lady that’s hard to kill! However, she could be a Tzimisce, maybe a Tzimisce who isn’t too into changing her image so much but is into having a kick ass war form! (either way, she’ll have some high level Vicissitude baby!!!)

Okay as for Ming Xiao’s Kindred origins, I’m thinking that while the Kuei-jin are the main undead creatures of Eastern Asia there is a tiny population of Kindred scattered around as well. and one of those Kindred (Ventrue/Tzimisce) found an interest in Ming Xiao, in my headcanon a unhappy and necglected wife to a minster of the imperial palace during the Tang Dynasty. A beautiful, intelligent, charismatic and manipulative who would do anything to get what she wanted (since her husband wasn’t going to, lol!) she quickly drew the eye of her sire and they wanted to show a fun time and have her as their companion (dominating or meatcrimes) and embraced her after ghouling her husband.

And after Ming Xiao enjoys herself and gaining herself some power in a little domain for around 400 years (I guess she got bored with her sire and ate them or something) or so, she’ll go into torpor after the Kuei-jin come a knocking to tell her to knock it off. so after like a 1000 years or so (phew that’s a long nap) Ming Xiao wakes up and sees that China had really changed, but oh boy those Kuei-jin are sure to be annoying when she tries to build a domain here again!

Rude, why won’t they let her to do meat crimes or any dominating anyway, instead she’ll be sharing her wisdom to those who need to hear it duh. Regardless, Ming Xiao then searches for a great place to crash without these annoying Kuei-jin trying to kill her!

So Ming Xiao’s arrival in LA is going to spook some of the Kindred cause she basically nearly at Methuselah level, but they don’t know it’s her cause she’s not advertising how old she really is. However she is real annoyed that the Kuei-jin are here as well, and well the Camarilla are too european, the Sabbat are just no and the Anarchs really need her help! So Ming Xiao starts subtly recruiting herself some pawns likemind Kindred to help her cause to get the Anarchs’ shit together.

So here you have it, Nines and LaCroix are still butting heads but are way more on the same and Ming Xiao manipulativing the Anarchs for her goals, it’s quite a difference but yet has some shades of the original plot of VTMB!

Phew this was a long post, I hope this answers your question @badass-at-cuddling I’m sorry it took so long to answer! thank you again for the ask it was really fun to think about! :D

#vampire the masquerade #Vampire The Masquerade Bloodlines #VTMB #kindred of the east #Sebastian LaCroix #nines rodriguez #Ming Xiao #asks #badass-at-cuddling

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rpbetter · 4 years

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Traditional Writing Advice & RP

I see a lot of people reblogging writing advice posts, and while it pleases me to see people trying to appreciate RP as writing, those pieces of advice don’t always translate from traditional writing to RP writing.

Following the advice for writing a traditional book manuscript you want to have published, you are going to run into some issues if you follow every point of it faithfully in an RP setting.

For one thing, this isn’t just your story, you’re telling it with another writer. In RP, our reading audience and our writing partners are the same. We have to create well-written, engaging stories that are also meant to be picked up by someone else and furthered. For another, even among the most writing proficient RPers, this is a more relaxed style of writing for a reason; we’re writing neither a paper to be graded nor a work to be published, we’re expressing creativity with other people. It can fall flat quickly, to your writing partners and to yourself, if you are writing in an extremely formal manner in RP.

Writing is one of the creative pursuits that has lent itself heavily to what I’m going to politely call snobbery, and that is part of the problem here. The RPC is rather filled with muns who are self-concious, devalue themselves and their work, and can be desperate for the approval of being A Real Writer. If you love writing and you do write, you’re a writer. No, that definitely doesn’t make you a good writer, but following rules not meant for you isn’t going to make you one either.

There is a wrong way to write, actually, there are hundreds of wrong ways to write that make me want to rip my own face off on the regular. The thing is, there is no one-size-fits-all correct way to write any more than there is such a standard in visual art. There are principles that one should know and follow, but your style might be neoclassical or modern or impressionist. Saying that, in my personal opinion, things falling under the heading of modern-style art is horrid, thus inherently wrong and not art, I’d be imposing my personal aesthetics instead of encouraging people to follow appropriate principles, run with their passion and skill, and make art that moves people who are not me. That’s important, in general, but it’s even more important when we’re talking about creative art as a hobby-as a legitimate passion project one isn’t obliged to devote themselves to.

That’s the way we need to be looking at writing as well. Not as an academic and absolute Right Way, but as an art form that has principles, and indeed, literal form. By insisting otherwise, we’ve damaged writing as a hobby and a profession, and it really shows in the RPC where you have a rather stark division of muns who, on the one side, are so ate up with bizarre concepts their professor threw out about never using “said,” forcing the ideology of their personal academic experience on others, and using traditional writing advice as Word of God to shame others and elevate themselves. On the other side, you have a ton of muns who just won’t even bother anymore, and why should they? They’re genuinely not up to par, but working on it means both a process of shaming and killing their own creative experience.

In saying all this, I want to be really clear here: I am in no way saying that shitty writing, an inability to follow basic grammatical principles, being unwilling to use the damn spellcheck that is standard everywhere, and having no concept of things like storytelling, characterization, and word flow is excusable or ideal.

It isn’t. It’s a terribly destructive force in the RPC, and I’m not in the camp of excusing disinterest in learning, improving, and perfecting one’s hobby because it is an unpaid hobby. In my opinion, it’s part of the blight of the current RPC. However, the snobbery and inability to recognize that there is nuance to learning and writing situations has done nothing but worsen this issue.

So, that being said, some items that are 100% good to use traditionally and in RP include:

Grammar, spelling, and punctuation.

We’re not all native English speakers, and grammar is difficult anyway. It can also turn a story bland with expedience when too properly adhered to. Know the basic principles, but also, be asking yourself about both popular works of fiction and your own favorite works. Chances are, they do not strictly adhere to the rules. Experienced, naturally gifted, and learned writers all manipulate those rules to work for their stories, characters, world-building, and so on. It becomes a personalized writing style, and it’s alright if it takes you some practice to find yours.

Just remember, grammar exists for a reason. Removing or mutating too much will leave you with a difficult to read and understand mess that isn’t a style, just a fucking mess.

If you struggle with grammar, the best way to help yourself is to practice. Additionally, seeing what errors you are making can be quite helpful; Grammarly offers a free add on for both Google Chrome and FireFox that will show you spelling and grammar mistakes. It also explains the mistake, while offering you a suggested fix. This way, you can see the mistakes you’re making in action. {Presumably, there are other such resources, but since I have no experience with them, I’m not the one to recommend them.}

As I said above, spellcheckers are standard now, in fucking 2021. This has been standard on devices and browsers for so long that I highly doubt most people on tumblr even remember a time when you had to use additional software to have them.

You make a mistake or misspell, and if it isn’t corrected for you, it’s underlined very obviously for you to tap/click/float over to correct. If the word is so terribly misspelled that no suggestion comes up {not all spellcheckers are created equality; some do not recognize slang or relaxed spellings, archaic word use, myriad, particularly specialized jargon-legal, medical, technical-and so on}, we also live in a time period where we can highlight the word, right-click that bitch, and select from the menu the option to search for the word. If the word was so weirdly misspelled that your checker couldn’t figure it out, it is incredibly rare that Google doesn’t throw out the correct spelling when you search it. If the spelling was correct, but the word-use is slang, jargon, or archaic, Google is also going to tell you that-you’ve confirmed it is correct, and can now decide if you want to use it or pick a possible synonym for it instead.

There is no fucking excuse for egregiously misspelled words anymore. None. I mean...listen, I spell quite terribly myself, but no one reading my RP replies is ever going to know that fact. Having difficulty with spelling is not, and has not been for a very long time now, an impediment to writing.

Furthermore, we all miss a typo here and there, especially if we write lengthy novella. Those aren’t always going to be caught by spellcheck, and we might edit the reply five times without seeing it. That happens, it’s alright when it’s minimal! Anything other than that, though, it’s just a combination of rushing and laziness. You really couldn’t be assed to take your time with that reply, read it over at least once before posting, and/or to click the underlined word.

There. Is. No. Excuse.

Again, not all spellcheckers are the same. If you feel like yours is lacking, try an extension for your browser. Since I said it above, I obviously have Grammarly on my mine. My replies effectively go through three different checkers, actually. I write all drafts outside of my browser where it is initially checked by Pages, then, when I paste it into tumblr, it’s being checked natively and by Grammarly. It wasn’t my intention, I just wanted to be positive I was never losing a draft or cooking my ancient laptop with Google Docs. However, it’s been nice as hell to get the perspective of multiple checkers, and as such, I definitely recommend it. It isn’t like I’m putting any extra effort into this, and I’m not paying for Grammarly, either.

When you refuse to behoove yourselves of the spellchecker natively available to you, at least, you’re seriously telling your writing partners that they were not important enough for you to click a fucking word. It’s inexcusable.

Punctuation being nonexistent isn’t a writing style or aesthetic, neither is a refusal to capitalize anything. If never using a comma is part of your Aesthetic™, please, rethink your fucking life and the hobby you’ve chosen.

Punctuation is a part of grammar, and I understand that there can be complexities present that might be confusing. That is one of the reasons why you should bother to know the basics as regards when and how to use punctuation. It’s also another way in which telling people that they should adhere to advice meant for traditional and academic writing can be a shit idea. Especially in an RPC known to misunderstand shit and go overboard.

When you tell the RPC that writers use too many commas, the RPC stops using them all around. Especially, when you also attach this to the idea of evil “wordiness.” That’s something that the RPC is desperate to avoid anyway, as the majority of people here are allergic to reading and writing; anything you advise that lessens the word count for them is going to be grabbed and erroneously applied. Someone implies that wordiness and commas equals run-on sentences, and the RPC gets not only believes it, it gets this message, “if I take out the commas, it isn’t a run-on sentence.”

You have all fundamentally misunderstood what a god damned run-on sentence is. It’s not a long sentence, it isn’t a proliferation of commas. A run-on sentence is when two, or more, sentences that should be individual are conjoined without proper punctuation {a fucking comma, for example} or a coordinating conjunction.

Run-ons can be surprisingly short, in fact. As in the example I lifted from here, “I love to write papers I would write one every day if I had the time.“

That should be written with a comma, separated into two sentences, or broken with a comma and the conjunction “and.” It’s also what I see incessantly on my dash from this bizarre idea that we shouldn’t be using commas. That a run-on sentence is a very long one separated only by commas. That is literally not what a run-on sentence is.

You absolutely can use too many commas {if you want to read some examples of how to use commas, go here}, but I rarely see anyone doing so to such an extreme. The extreme being that a sentence becomes a nonsensical string of conjoined thoughts, ideas, and descriptions that could have been written better broken up into fully formed sentences. I sometimes see muns who go a little nuts with commas by putting them in wildly incorrect places in this way.

What I see constantly is either muns berating themselves for perfectly normal, readable sentence structure or muns reactively using no punctuation at all.

It is all legitimate run-on sentences or those made so short and blunt that they become nonsensical, change the tone of the writing, or have no flow together.

Which brings me to...

Sentence flow is a thing, and you should be doing it.

Unfortunately, this good writing advice tends to throw people. We’re not talking about the flow that needs to be present in academic sentence structure, or exactly the flow that is present in poetry. Though it may require practice to understand and apply well, it’s an incredibly simple concept.

You want to balance out shorter, blunter sentences with those that are longer and more flowing. It gives the text a pleasant, natural rhythm. However, it isn’t just about length, a thing that the RPC is weirdly fixated on. Rather, it’s about word use within those sentences as well.

It’s always important to write with a tone that works with your scene and, overall, with your muse. For example, in a tense, aggressive scene, or with a muse who is generally this way, it gets the message across to use short sentences and clipped words. We can feel the tension, annoyance, and threat.

Furthermore, the way your muse thinks about and uses words is relevant. A well-educated muse from the 1800′s isn’t going to have the same approach to words that a modern-day high school student does. You should be making that clear in the way they speak, but also, in the way you express their thoughts and actions. If you are only writing your muse’s personality and emotional tone when your muse is speaking, you’re not giving me the tone all the way through. It can feel like a marked delineation in flow.

However, you should be considering the overall flow of your writing as well. Did you just lay down back-to-back eloquently verbose sentences? If so, you may want to either follow them up or space them with a shorter sentence comprised of simpler words.

This is legitimately good writing advice for any manner of writing.

So is...

Show, don’t tell.

Which is another piece of advice that throws people when they try to make it more complex than necessary. That, and it grates up against the RPC’s need for short, quick writing. The idea that anything a mun gives you that your muse cannot react to verbally or with action is filler to be avoided. That idea comes from some principle advice that translates badly to RP; essentially, don’t wax poetic for three pages when it has nothing to do with the plot, characters, scene-setting elements, action, and so on. Don’t be Tolkien describing every tree and rock in excruciating detail on the way to destroy the One Ring, basically.

That isn’t fully appropriate advice in RP, where we’re having to write tiny chapters to each other to add onto. While it still has some merit, the RPC definitely has taken it to mean that you shouldn’t show anything. My muse’s private thoughts, emotions expressed and unexpressed, stirred-up memories, things they planned to say/do, but that were naturally interrupted by the flow of the thread all become Unnecessary. With...no mind to what they are showing and creating.

This particularly erodes writing muses as legitimate feeling people. As in the last example of what my muse intended to say or do that was interrupted. That’s a normal, human experience. It would be difficult and not enjoyable to read every instance of a muse’s broken thoughts and impulses or intentions, but giving one every so many replies in a natural feeling way keeps my muse presenting as a real person having a real person’s experience. Simple things like this go a long way toward your muse being “believable,” and by ignoring them or refusing to do them, you’re not making your muse very realistic. So much of the human experience is private, unknowable to outside parties.

Look...if you only knew me based upon a sterilized version of what I was saying to you or doing purely within the context of single interaction at a time, you wouldn’t know me at all. You’d have no idea what sort of nuance there is in my words, how I am expressing or withholding an opinion or emotion. I may not have any opinions, emotions, or other experiences that you are not contributing to. That’s very unrealistic, I’m not actually a person anymore. I haven’t any personality, I didn’t exist before you interacted with me.

That is the way it is with muses too. By stripping them of their internal experiences, we’re stripping them of more realistic feeling characterization. {It becomes, or adds to, a disastrous domino-effect of projected, cardboard stand-in style muses that are in no way a joy to interact with.} This is bad writing, makes for bad reading and interacting.

No one seems to understand show, don’t tell. Let me put it in a simple example: don’t tell me your muse is a good person, show me. Don’t tell me your muse is upset right now, show me.

Your muse has character traits you feel makes them A Good Person. They are compassionate, selfless, and genuinely interested in others. Don’t just leave that in the muse’s bio, or relegate it to statement-style lines like, “she cared deeply about others.” Show me these traits in action and thought. You don’t require anything dramatic to it, either. A muse like this should be a good listener, proceed with their love language in a way reflects personal involvement and a desire to comfort, be willing to sacrifice time and personal interests {don’t keep it to dramatic and literal self-sacrifice to show “selfless”}, legitimately doesn’t think of themselves first and foremost and may need reminding to care for themselves, and will be troubled by unfairness and cruelty in the world.

Your muse has been in a disagreement with a loved one, they’re not just “upset,” they are sad, angry, disappointed, and maybe even confused or surprised. While those are more descriptive and defining of the type of complex “upset” going on here, don’t leave it at these words. Don’t tell me that she said, angrily. Show me that she is having thoughts based on these emotions, actual emotional turmoil at her expectations of a loved one being devastated. Paint me a picture of the sadness in her features, the anger in her walk, how her words come out unpolished and jumbled in her surprise and turmoil.

This is what it means to show me, not tell me.

It also extends to scenes and recollections.

If your muse is happy sitting in her garden, don’t just tell me this. Show me why she is happy there, and define the sort of happiness in her thoughts, body language, voice, and expressions. Describe the aspects of the garden in tones of the happiness they bring, draw comparisons between this and her outward expression of joy with similar word use. It ties together both seamlessly in a way that we can relate to and feel, even if we hate the outdoors.

If this muse had a traumatic incident in her past, this is going to inconveniently come up, even if only in her mind. Don’t play coy about it and drop shit on your partners like, “she was thinking of things and stuff that was bad again.” No. Even if you are alluding or otherwise keeping the actual event secretive, you need to be describing how the muse is feeling, how she is experiencing the world around her through an overlay of upsetting reminders. Show me how she is having a visceral reaction to triggering stimuli while having to keep working or talking.

Additionally, even when your muse isn’t experiencing the scene you have set directly, you should show me instead of telling me about it.

Since my actual least favorite PSA on how it’s better to just tell people because no one wants to read “all that” deals with rain, we’re going to as well. Because it doesn’t have to be excessively descriptive to fucking show me it’s raining or has rained instead of just stating the fact.

Not, “it was raining.” Not, “it was wet outside.”

“In between her words, the distant, wall-dampened splash of cars driving through puddles.”

“He passed by windows beaded with moisture on his way to the kitchen.”

Wow, that was so complex, really a lot to read to get the idea that it is, or has been, raining outside without me directly telling you this!

There isn’t anything wrong with being more descriptive than this {nor is there anything wrong with using the word “rain,” so long as you’re backing it up with a description}, some of us do like to read and write about things like oil-slicked puddles in the street if our muse is seeing them or it is otherwise relevant. It’s just that you don’t have to do this, or have to do it at all times, to show instead of tell. This is yet another serious misunderstanding.

It isn’t that the description is often really that excessive, it’s more often that it is irrelevant to the extreme of sticking out weirdly. In the puddle thing, if my muse isn’t seeing it and/or I am not using that description to further experience, their mindset, personality, or tying it to an analogy later in the reply, it feels weird.

Some superfluous shit isn’t bad either, and superfluous can be purely subjective. It is, again, when it is to such an extreme as to leave your writing partner feeling oddly about a point in the text that seemed to ring with importance, but then held none. That isn’t an act of showing or telling, and neither is it your partner trying to show off as a gifted writer. For whatever reason, they just saw or felt that moment with such passionate clarity they had to include it immediately instead of waiting until a better moment for it. That’s literally it, there’s no need to project your insecurity in weird ass ways.

There are definitely other pieces of traditional-based writing advice that are great and either do transfer to RP perfectly or can with small amendments, but these are the most basic, commonly seen, and important combinations. They are also easy to better understand and apply!

When reading writing advice posts, please, ask yourself how they fit into RP. If they do at all. Many times, when it comes to the absolute basics of writing coherently and enjoyably, or developing characters, they’re great. It’s when they get into topics of some nuance that they don’t cross over so well and are outright damaging.

These pieces of advice are often being misunderstood or misapplied already, then are being passed around to a community notorious for its lacking application of critical thinking. Severe misunderstanding will happen, and terrible writing “rules” within the RPC develop from them.

Do be interested in writing, don’t separate traditional writing and RP writing into categories like “real writing and RP,” be invested in learning and improving. Just ask yourself how it applies to cooperative storytelling that is often thematic in nature, and proceed with caution and the mindset that writing is an art.

If you have the principles down and both yourself and others are enjoying your writing, you’re not doing it in an inherently wrong way because it wouldn’t be published. You’re not writing RP to have it published, and that’s not a bad thing. It’s just a difference to keep in mind when reading PSA’s about the Rules of Writing Whatever.

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Oddworld, Conar's Ambition, Chapter 2, Draft 1

[[Thanks to Tumblr updating the post length limit, I can finally put the full draft of Chapter 2 in one big post!]]

Slim was silent in line to Slugbite Motel. The chatter was hopefully decent cover; he didn’t need yet more attention after his outburst. If he kept his head down, he’d be fine, and wouldn’t get any more surplus bruises on top of the regular workday bruises.

He heard chatter all around him, gossip from other Slog Huts, Splinterz, and Flub Fuels.

“Management must be pissed, what with -”

“I can’t believe what Skrag did to me! What got into-”

“- hear about FeeCo?”

“We’re gonna be settin’ some electric fences up tomorrow, anyone know about -”

“ – say Abe’s got to Necrum –“

“ -Sligs must be worried if Abe’s getting’ to their place –“

Any talk of Abe was, of course, in whispers. No one believed him to be a terrorist, really, but everyone knew better than to celebrate. Well, everyone but him, apparently, but still. Slig forces were already pretty antsy right now, and there were cameras everywhere. Besides, it was a long day full of more abuse than normal. Everyone was just ready for bed, so to speak. Sure, it was less a bed and more a closet with a dirt floor and next to no elbow room, but it was a place to sleep, nonetheless.

It was almost his turn in the queue. Slim dug in his pouch for his meal ticket. With any luck, he’d get half a Scrabcake with the somewhat edible slop they served here. He presented the ticket to the Slig clerk Jeandis. Jeandis took one look, rolled his eyes from under his visor, and then slammed the counter to his left, deepening the indentation next to the bell. A Mudokon, wearing a light brown cap with deep red stripes and a similarly-colored loincloth, emerged from the back door, carrying a tray of gruel with him.

The tray had no trace of Scrabcakes, sadly, but it did come with a small can of that drink everyone was talking about – Soulstorm Brew. The green can with that nondescript Glukkon’s face on it was an interesting look, at least, and the somewhat sickly Mudokon in those commercials did look exceedingly happy when Director Phleg gave him a crate of the stuff, as if it was sorely-needed medicine. Slim even saw the server longingly stare at the can he had to give him.

“On the house… buddy,” Jeandis said, his line carefully rehearsed. “You saw the commercials; it’s a freebie!”

“Um, okay, thanks.”

Slim took his dinner tray and a plastic spoon over to find a seat that was open; this was no small feat in a Slugbite Motel. Many Mudokons had long since given up on the prospect, instead sitting on the floor against any given wall. He noticed how everyone was given similar cans of Brew, and a lot of the chatter he came across was already shifting from the recent Abe scare to the Oddsend the new drink was.

He walked through the throngs of fellow Scrubs, the smell of Brew filling the air. It was very strange; a tangy aroma that was also somehow familiar. The chatter grew louder and more animated as time went on, and even Slim was feeling a little less tired from the fumes and infectious cheer.

Still, it was a long day, so he still prepared to just sit down and eat. He found a place next to Ben, and dug in. Well, as much as you could dig in with whatever this was. Some said those were fruit chunks mixed in with the goop, some said they were Elum Chubs, but one thing for certain was they were undercooked. It was well known that this was the least of dinner’s concerns, sadly.

Slim took a few shaky scoops, doing his best to forget the words “gag reflex”. He was able to swallow the muck as usual, but he found himself coughing; it felt like he was eating sawdust under the slimy texture!

“Yeah,” Ben said, sympathetically, “Jeandis’ Special really sucks today, doesn’t it?”

“WHO SAID THAT?!” demanded Jeandis, so loud that everyone on the other side of the cafeteria could clearly hear the greenish-yellow Slig. The din died down as a furious head chef stomped over to the wall where the sound came from. There were at least ten cowering Scrubs under his wrathful glare, and they were all pointing grey or green fingers at each other.

“This is more than you deserve, ya miserable Chippunks! You oughta know I could—Eh?”

He was interrupted by frantic whispers from the server Mudokon, who was quick to rush up to his boss. He lowered his fist, slowly, and his face-tentacles sagged.

“…You oughta know…er…I could getcha another can of Brew to…wash it down…?”

Nine out of ten Mudokons were nodding enthusiastically, and the Scrubs at the surrounding tables cheered.

“Shut up and get in line again if you want another round!”

Almost all the Mudokons immediately shot up and sprinted into line. Some of them trembled excitedly while they waited.

Slim had never seen the cafeteria so alive or enthusiastic before. This Soulstorm Brew stuff must have one hell of a kick. If he drank it now, he’d probably be up all night. Best to save this stuff for when he needed it – no need to come to work tired tomorrow.

Besides, if all else failed, he had a bartering tool now.

With this in mind, he tucked the can he had into his pouch. It wouldn’t be the first time he had to sleep with a dry throat; he knew better than to ask Jeandis for anything else to drink.

His body still ached, and it had been a long day on top of that, so while Jeandis was occupied with his sudden fame, Slim quietly ate up the rest of his “meal” and left. With the “first come, first served” policy of getting a room for the night, he was able to get one right by the cafeteria for once. He might even be able to get breakfast tomorrow!

He dug in his pouch for his ID, and a quick scan gave him the room for the night. As the door closed behind him, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the windowless closet. When he did, he could see all kinds of scratchings on the wall. Short complaints about bosses and a variety of tally marks filled most of it, but there were some other things. There was the occasional crude drawing of a bird, which gave Slim nostalgia over something he never experienced. There were conversations between anonymous Mudokons, about the latest gossip, concerns, and anything else. It was comforting; they watched out for each other and kept each other informed even when they didn’t really know each other.

With his nightly reading done, Slim slumped down to the ground. The dirt here was cool, but nothing he wasn’t used to. With any luck, he wouldn’t wake up to Bolamites crawling over him, but that was a problem for future him. Present him just had to be absorbed by the soft earth, and dream of a better workday, one where Abe saved him from this miserable job and blew up the Slog Hut.

It was all he could do, really.

* * *

It wasn’t even five minutes before he felt a cold breeze, and the light of the hallway made him squeeze his eyes shut more before sitting up. A hand went up to shield his vision, but he was still blinded for a moment while he tried to make out the silhouette. A Slig, for sure, but that hardly narrowed it down. The Pants were pretty basic, being two robotic legs attached to a large ball. However, the giveaway was the mask that obscured this particular guard’s face. It was one of the older visors, like some Sligs still wore, with a single long visor. However, this one covered his scalp, forming an ugly black helmet rather than just a scary red visor. Only Conar had that version, but what was he doing here of all places?

Well, it couldn’t be anything good. Slim shuddered, wondering what he’d have to apologize for to get a manager from work to find him in this motel. But… no beating or gunfire came his way. In fact, Conar looked taken aback. He wasn’t aiming his Blunderbuss anywhere in particular, and his head kept turning either way, as if he wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Well, whaddaya know, Slim,” he said, after a moment. “Funny I’d run into you here…”

Slim blinked, lowering his hands, but remaining where he was.

“So, uh... you wanna get outta shoveling Slog crap?”

Slim opened his mouth to answer, but Conar grabbed his arm, so the Scrub’s confused questions were interrupted by his own yelp.

“Time’s up!” Conar said, hearing the chatter die down in the cafeteria. “We’re leavin’!”

“Oh-okay…”

“And you’re gonna shut yer yap! We ain’t supposed to be doing this, you know!”

With that, the two of them silently beat feet away from the hubbub of the mess hall, kicking up a lot of dirt on their way.

The hall separated into two different ways at the end. Conar knew that to the left was the back door he came from, and was going to drag Slim with him. But Slim had other ideas, nearly pulling Conar out of his Pants as he pulled them both to the right.

Conar adjusted his seat so he could run properly again, then struggled to get out of Slim’s grip.

“What the hell?!” he protested, before realization struck, and he quieted down. “The back way’s the otherhall!”

“Where do you think most’f the Sligs are?” Slim harshly whispered. “Seen at least four Mudokons try that, and they never make it to the parking lot!”

“Oh, and the front door’sgonna be much better? Hah!”

“Dunno,” Slim shrugged. “No one’s tried it.”

Conar was about to say something pretty snippy, but he saw they were close to the lobby. The pair stopped just short, and Conar looked ahead. There wasn’t much to see, past the dozens of bored Mudokons waiting in line to be checked in by a very bored Glukkon receptionist, complete with a very bored Slig there to type the guests’ numbers in.

No one was looking their way, so Conar motioned for Slim to follow, and the two of them walked towards the other exit. They made it about halfway through before the Pud looked up.

“Where do ya think you’re goin?!”

“Ah…” Conar started, before regaining his composure. “Y’see, he was volunteered to work overtime tonight! Just came here to pick ‘im up!”

The Glukkon rose to his full height, which would have been impressive if he had shoulder pads or any non-plaid clothing. His assistant also rose, clicking a pen as violently as one could manage. Both Conar and Slim hunched a little, preparing to put their hands over their heads.

The receptionists walked over, sneering. The Mudokons in the queue muttered, some talking about the scene, others complaining about this new delay between them and dinner.

The Glukkon leaned close, so close Conar could almost read the miniscule nametag.

“We have procedures for this, you know! Guests –“ he said the word like most would say “slurg”, “—are to be signed out before leaving the premises!”

Slim blinked. It was hard to tell if Conar did the same.

“Yeah, er…” Conar said, rubbing his head. “Sorry, sir. I thought you wanted ‘im in line, too.”

“And risk the liability?” the receptionist exclaimed. “No, we have registration protocol for a reason!You security and your..your… unprofessionalism!”

His assistant merely gave Conar a look of resignation before marching back to check the Mudokons in.

“If we were to mix the lines like that, our quotas would go kaput! And this is a fine establishment!”

Conar chose not to bring up the dirt floor or the mold-eaten wallpaper. He was already debating whether or not this endeavor was worth it. Zoning out and wondering about that was far easier than listening to this chump.

“…My brothers and I… investors….”

Conar nodded along, thinking about the future, and the riches that would be in store for him. Maybe he could force Zeb to work for him. Of course, something like that would come after a little bit of begging for mercy. But what to spend the well-earned Moolah on? Maybe he’d get himself a nice, classy suit, with premium Slig Pants, armor, and a nice, big gun with all the works…

“…So, I’d really appreciate it if you’d show some class and go to the other desk!”

“Yes, sir!” Conar nodded, moving over to the empty desk. The Glukkon waddled over to the other side, and started controlling some machinery with his shoes.

“Name?”

“Slim.”

Tap, tap, tap.

“…Not found in our records.”

“Can’t you just add ‘im?”

“We just went over this! There are procedures! It will not be as simple as your mind! I can’t just add a Mudokon who is already in the--”

As Conar prepared to sigh, Slim stepped forward.

“Sorry sir,” he said, putting on his best Gluk-pleasing face (that is, a weak smile politely begging for mercy), “He must not’ve read my ID. Do you need my number?”

The receptionist laughed, looking down at Conar while nodding. He kept chuckling at the absurdity of this Slig’s ineptitude as he worked the pedals, searching for Slim by number. He finally stopped adding to Conar’s humiliation, catching his breath while reading what came onto his black-and-white monitor.

“Right, right, you’re all set to leave. Can’t be too careful this day and age, with all those escapees… Anyway, give him a few corporate-approved smacks to keep him in line, would you?”

Connar nodded, a little too hastily. After a moment to ensure no signature or receipt was needed, he turned and poked Slim with his blunderbuss.

“Alright, get movin’. We’re goin’ to work, now!”

Conar couldn’t believe it; he was expecting a tense escape, maybe an amazing shootout. But no; he was walking through the front door, with a Mudokon openly in tow. He even waved at a couple of the guards on his way out. He looked up at Slim, who kept himself hunched and shivering in a clearly practiced manner. The two of them marched in silence for a while, with Conar occasionally tapping the muzzle of his gun against Slim’s back for effect.

“You’re welcome,” Slim finally said, once they were closer to the Slog Huts again, and well out of earshot.

“What, you expectin’ thanks?” Conar asked, laughing at the audacity. “I was the one bustin’ ya out, y’know!”

Slim gave a smug grin, leaning against the wall as he did so.

“Oh, really? You go out the back with a Mudokon like you wanted, they’d be throwing your lead-filled ass into the recycler faster than you can say—”

He tried making that noise he heard many Sligs shout, but it sounded more like his lungs were playing tug-of-war.

“Yeah, well, you seemed pretty comfy in that filthy closet.”

“Ha, yeah, thanks,” Slim laughed, looking around for a moment. “So uh, why didja get me out of there anyway?”

“Right, yeah,” Conar said, clearing his throat. “So, you’re gonna help me take Zeb down a peg. If that Abe guy can take down RuptureFarms, I figure you can help me get his Moolah and ruin ‘im!”

Slim’s smile faded, and he looked at Conar like the Slig grew legs on the spot.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nah,” Conar shook his head. “This should be easy; we go in, hold ‘im at gunpoint, and—”

“And just how,” Slim asked, leaning forward until he was face to face with Conar, “do you expect us to ‘go in’? Do you even know where his office is?”

Conar’s smug grin faltered.

“Eh--? I…”

“To say nothin’ about the security he’s probably got! You got the news just like I did; they’re scared. They probably got security tighter than Jeandis’ skull there! Didja think any of this—”

He was cut off by a blunderbuss muzzle under his chin. So it was going to be certain death or immediate death, he saw.

“…G-got it. So, what’s the plan, boss?”

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Yugioh S4 Ep 25: Oh Hai Mai

Heyyy we’re back. Thank for bearing with me, it’s been kind of chaos over here. Everything from a pandemic (we are very sloooowly reopening over here but I’ve been quarantined so long I can french braid my damn leg hair.) to important political protests, to getting an evacuation order because an arsonist burned down 90 acres in the heat of summer (luckily we’re all fine), to a vole that ate everything in my pandemic self-care garden so I lost my entire mind and waged war and dug so many holes and put out 17 mouse traps and set off so many critter bombs under the ground trying to kill the little bastard like it was Caddyshack (It’s still alive, ps, I lost that war). These last 3 months have been the longest decades of my life. The only month longer was the one where I’m pretty sure I had mono and it made me positive that my basement was haunted.

Man, bring back my haunted basement, Sorry if this comes through in my writing, I tried but, I can’t edit it out. You get FML-Rachel today.

Lets get back to a good, mindless distraction, lets turn on Yugioh.

BUT------->it just so happens that this episode of Yugioh has cop stuff in it, I’m just going to be blunt. We’re going into Valon’s backstory, he’s very much a victim of problems within the bizarre Yugioh legal system, and much like a Gotham supervillain, he is a symptom of the problem more than the cause.

I’m not going to ignore that, but in case you are overwhelmed about that right now, if you want to like...save this for later--I have another FMA recap coming out soon that I wrote in a simpler time before....the corona freakin ruined us all.

Last we left off, we were on the heels of Joey Wheeler, who decided to book it down the street because he wants to murder the hell out of Valon.

Youknow...Joey is one hell of a protagonist. He just does...so MANY antagonistic things.

Joey has decided that although the world is ending, and everyone left alive will be absorbed into the Great Leviathon’s big yummy tummy, which can only be prevented by three people, of which he is one of--he’s going to go sprint in completely the other direction.

We even managed to get Kaiba on board. We were ready. We were done, but then Joey had to lose his freakin mind because that’s just what Joey Wheeler does sometimes.

Normally heroes avoid the call to duty because of a severe lack of self confidence, but this is Joey, and he’s going to avoid the call to duty because of too much self confidence.

And so Joey and his Chaperone turn a corner and walk into this random orc who’s just casually living his best life and touring SF.

One of my worst fears walking through SF, tbh. Running into high school people. Not so much the orcs.

Yo, I wonder what the bushman was doing through all of this? So IRL, we have this guy who just...hides in a bush and jump-scares tourists. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be in a bush and then just...all these orcs show up and you’re all.

...oh no, now I’m the fool...

I just want to know if bushman made it, or if he’s in a paper card that’s just a picture of foliage.

(read more under the cut)

Anyway, Joey was already in the process of running, so they just turned around on this street of...so much parking.

Like y’all there is SO MUCH PARKING this episode. I was trying to pay attention to anything else, but like...do you see this!? It takes nearly half an hour usually to get a spot but this--this right here?

And the crazy thing is, recently my bro had to go pick up some old guy from a cruise that...got quarantined...and so bro had to go the Pier and like--this is what the city looked like. This is a pandemic, it’s just lots of parking, so I want to criticize Yugioh, and I normally would, but I can’t. I’ve seen the receipts. They called it. This is what the endtimes look like and it’s so much parking.

Also, they were too lazy to draw cars but damn, they called it.

So, left with no other option, Joey decides to...be Joey, and punches a huge orc covered in armor.

So Valon’s here, because apparently SF has just...no one left alive in it except for these few kids and that one Uber Eats driver. I imagine it’s a lot easier to find Joey if you just follow the only one screaming in Japanese in a Brooklyn accent at the top of his lungs.

And Valon decides that this one way street isn’t good enough, and that they must duel somewhere else.

I assumed it would be a tall structure, but considering Kaiba just blew up the tallest structures in the Financial District...I was like...what else is tall? And bear in mind, I’m a mess, so I was like...OMG I wish it were Macy’s!!!

Now I hear you saying that’s weird, and we shouldn’t have a very fancy Macy’s in 2020, and you’re correct. but we still have one, and the top floor is just...a massive Cheesecake factory, and I can’t think of anything more 00′s than a Yugioh duel on top of that specific Cheesecake Factory.

And I’ve never really thought before about where the best Yugioh duel would be, and it’s there. It’s at the high rise Cheesecake. Listen Yugioh, if you need an insider to choose locations for your Netflix remake of S4--call me.

So anyways, instead of doing the right thing and going to the Cheesecake Factory on top of Macy’s like any other self respecting 00′s teenager, Valon and Joey are going to drive through the most boring parts of town.

They had an opportunity to go chase eachother through any tourist attraction, Lombard street, Ghirardelli Square, the Palace of Fine Arts, China town, reuse some assets and drive through Japan town, that fountain that looks like Yoda--but no...they decided to drive through literal trash.

Just...a missed opportunity, and it should have been a Cheesecake Factory.

Also, I totally and fully acknowledge that a strange nostalgic affection for the Cheesecake Factory is a weird Millennial thing (much like our weird encyclopedic knowledge of Sailor Moon) but listen. You have your thing, too. You go do you, I’m gonna soak my sorrows in a bowl of Chinese chicken salad so wide, it’ll last me 3 days.

Anyways, Joey’s gonna steal that guy’s bike.

Yugioh just predicting the future in 2003. We actually have a HUGE problem right now with vehicle theft in the city to an almost comedic degree, which is partly why the parking situation has gotten so incredibly dire. It’s kind of incredible that this guy left his bike out because after about 1 day in the city you learn pretty fast that you need to be constantly checking on your street parked vehicle--I mean, that guy was just asking for it, honestly. If Joey hadn’t taken it, some other guy would have absolutely taken it, (even that orc would’ve taken it, the city has no consideration for cars.)

Sorry --one sec-- that was an earthquake just now. As I’m typing this. Just a little guy. Just a little treat for me...

...but still like...c’mon. I’m also getting this weird issue where Tumblr doesn’t save my drafts so like...this is like the 3rd time I’ve had to write this like...I just want to make a Yugioh post for my tiny funtime tv blog, Universe. Don’t @ me right now, Universe.

SO MUCH FREAKIN PARKING.

...is it the space between two piers? What is this? We don’t have rivers in SF, it is a peninsula covered in very steep hills. Like very VERY steep hills. All water just rolls into the ocean and there’s a couple of lake thingies but...no rivers that I know of (And like maybe this is a thing, and I just haven’t seen it? Learn something new every day.)

*loud, audible sigh* home. Where we belong. At the warehousssssssse.

Back at the RV base, Duke Devlin is still babysitting. Maybe this is to make up for the two seasons he spent trying to date a girl Rebecca’s age, that they felt like going out of their way to show that he has indeed no longer horny now. Got to hand it to them, that’s a lot of character development right there. Although at the same time, it has made Duke Devlin a very non-character.

But imagine how insanely complicated would it have been if Duke got involved in that bizarre love-square that is Yugi, Tea, and the Ghost that killed Yugi by accident.

PS that’s either a freeway onramp (which is too far South from where they were, I think) or it sure does look like old Embarcadero behind them. Youknow, that lifted street from the 80′s that fell down in Loma Prieta and was never rebuilt? I just freakin love that it’s still here in 2003. This bizarre Yugioh alternate California.

Anyway, because this is alternate California, Seto set a massive fire and the entire city didn’t immediately go up in flames. Apparently they just kinda ran away from the explosion and damage before anyone noticed.

Probably because most people on Earth are dead anyway, so what more can these two actually do?

And so Yami ends up getting lectured by the wife.

And justifiably, the wife seems to have absolutely no confidence that Yami will be able to do a damn thing right.

Wifes all around this episode.

Speaking of,

At this point, Arthur Hawkins senses that Yami’s nearby, so he opens the door just to freakin dump some guilt on him.

...Rebecca seems to be a character that’s mostly there to recap the lore and also to dump on Yami. I don’t mind that. Yami needs to get dunked more often, and I’m saying that in S4, where the entire season’s tagline is “how many times can we dunk on Yami?”

So lets check on Yugi, how’s that kid doing? It’s been quite a number of episodes since we last saw him.

Yep, still hanging out in the Han Solo cosplay room.

And then, because I guess everyone is just hanging out in the same 4 blocks, Mai and Tristan have a heart-to-heart.

In the show, this conversation was Mai (who is now a serial killer) saying “Oh hey, Tristan, where’s Joey?” and Tristan saying “It’s ALL YOUR FAULT he wants to kill Valon--thanks a lot, Mai! GODS!” all indignant like.

Not how you would ordinarily talk to a serial killer, just saying. No one from the Yugi crew fears this woman...at all...and she has killed over 20 people in front of them and is trying very hard to kill Joey Wheeler all the time.

Like what would it actually take for them to fear this woman? They can’t, right?

Meanwhile, Valon is trying to explain to Joey that his obsession with Mai is in fact damaging any relationship they could have had.

So then when you’re like OK...this is actually very valid points on Valon’s part, and Joey really does need to step back and let people make their mistakes considering Joey was barely a part of her life to begin with. But then, Valon just turns a 180 and...it becomes a catty love triangle where only one person in the triangle even feels romantic emotions.

I just...so Valon is doing this fight because he thinks Mai is in love with Joey.

This whole time I was like “well maybe it’s more that Valon is trying to defend Mai’s right to make her own choices” but no...he just straight up thinks Mai is in love with Joey. And, in fighting Joey, Valon himself is ignoring Mai’s life choices

Just a whole lot of misunderstanding that would have been fixed with better ways than dueling with cards. At least that one guy in S2 who tried to marry Mai actually dueled HER instead of some random guy.

It just really feels like these boys are having a pissing contest and Mai was never let in on the deets that this was even happening.

Mai needs to hang out with older men. Set her up with Roland, this is ridiculous.

Back at the RV, which got very, very big in this shot, Seto has an odd convo with Mokuba about how they are probably not going to get Kaiba Corp back. And then no one really argued with him about that.

He’s taking it really well. Maybe because this isn’t even the first time or the second time or even really the third time Seto’s lost everything. Kid’s really freakin great at failure. At least this time Mokuba isn’t currently abducted, which is really good improvement for these two.

Outside the RV, Tristan has decided to...give up as well, just right here, in the middle of traffic. Then he gets Orc’d...these orcs are kind of like Slenderman, in that they kinda...show up...but then that’s all they do because the designers didn’t actually want to animate anything.

And then this happens.

God bless this story boarder for this random series of events presented in just this way.

Also here’s yet another example where Tea just has...no fear. She’s actually only out here because she was like “that’s it, we’re getting another driver” and was going to chew out Duke Devlin. The Orc being in the middle of the road was not the reason she walked out here.

Anyways, Yami killed it because everyone here can just throw cards forever, these things are not threatening.

The subplot of everyone refusing to drive with Duke Devlin after he busted his car in Death Valley is still ongoing, and it’s still low key hilarious that no one will outright say “Duke, your driving is just so bad” and instead, Duke just has to sit there and watch Joey STEAL A MOTORCYCLE just so he won’t have to drive shotgun with Duke Devlin.

Rebecca, our plot-dump device, then informs us that Valon has Special Rules.

Because Valon, if you’ve forgotten, has a card that allows him to physically punch his opponent in the face.

They should have invented that card a long time ago TBH.

SO, lets get into Valons tragic backstory. First off, go turn on your Les Mis Soundtrack, because this is some old school cop stuff.

So apparently Valon, as a child just...stayed in the system forever. We don’t know why yet, but lets just assume that it’s tragic and heavy handed. If he steals a loaf of bread and ends up in 12 Juvies (which is a line from the show and not an exaggeration--12 Juvies) then I will expect him to be singing by the end of this and I will be very disappointed if he does not.

Anyways, he was such an asshole, that he caught the attention of some very illegal rich bastard who was trying to turn prisoners into...card murders. (it was Dartz.) because apparently...Dartz also funds prisons and that is...that is some deep lore.

And so probably about the same time that Yugi was Dueling to the death on Pegasus’ Island, and about the same time that Marik was hanging out in the ocean next to Pegasus’ Island with a pair of binoculars, and about the same time that Noah was underneath Pegasus’ Island just watching Pegasus steal KaibaCorp, Dartz decided to make his OWN murder island--because I guess he got jealous.

Anyway, Valon won, and didn’t even need to set anyone on fire.

Those little green things there--those are all souls of prison inmates.

YUGIOH.

Millennials got DARK, OK? Freakin...we had a show for 9 year olds that went deep into the school-to-prison pipeline and didn’t even try to hide it under any layers of symbolism. Like Hunger Games at least had two people survive.

This was a show to sell PAPER CARDS.

+++++++++++THIS IS A RANT WHERE I WENT OFF ABOUT PRISON TALK IN KID’S SHOWS FEEL FREE TO SKIP++++++++++++++++++++

Now, there’s a lot of good conversation going on right now about errors in the modern justice system on not just a local scale, but on a global scale, especially regarding racial profiling and criminalization of poor, sick, and young, and we better keep pushing it. But it’s surprising when people pretend like this hasn’t been talked about for a long time. Because...we’ve been talking about it in kids and YA shows for a long time. This is not something that just popped up in 2020.

Like millennials didn’t invent this obsession with dark and gritty stories with uncomfortable themes. It’s been around for thousands of years, but back in the 90′s and 00′s, a lot of shows for YA and younger enjoyed talking about the problems with prisons and abuse of power with our justice systems--a lot. Batman, X-men, Death Note, so so many, hell, even the OC.

And like, don’t get me wrong, we still have these shows running around, but I’ve been there’s been a trend of stories (not saying names) where just...nothing bad happens. And, that’s kind of sad because...they CAN have small elements that are more progressive in them, but only brought forth with a very risk-free cotton candy fluffy coating to make the majority of the population happy.

I could go long about this, and I’m getting very cryptic. If a kid escapes to more colorful worlds where nothing bad ever happens, that’s OK--sometimes you need that, but when nothing bad ever happens surrounding certain experiences where bad things normally happen--the meaning of the story changes because it isn’t a real experience anymore.

Like I don’t want to tangent too much, and I just had to delete a lot of examples, but I know a lot of people want to write stories about misrepresented minorities and about real deal serious situations and are just so afraid of misrepresentation that they go in completely the wrong direction by not putting in anything uncomfortable at all. I think it’s important to look at the work and ask yourself is this about the minority the work should be about--or is this work about patting the majority of the population on the back and saying neat, we’ve achieved utopia without having to even do anything?

...anyway, obvi I’m ranting, but I feel like we’re taking a step backwards when it comes to the importance of kids programming and that we do need to talk to kids about prison again. This is a show about paper cards, and they don’t do a great job at talking about...the reality of prison, this was exaggerated with genre stereotypes, but at least they didn’t cover it with rainbows and unicorns, because this isn’t about how great Joey and the “normal” people are at saving Valon, this is about how society screwed Valon beyond repair, and I am 99% certain we will see this guy’s soul stuffed in a brick above Dartz’ snake fireplace.

Like, yeah he duels to the death on an island, but that’s imagery that is very close to real life prison issues. We don’t talk to kids a lot about how a lot of inmates get enlisted into the military during war times (and quite literally...duel to their death...on islands). We don’t talk about how we use inmates to betray eachother for a chance at maybe getting amnesty. We don’t talk about how a lot of the victims of this system are essentially children, and have been caught in a system of endless prison for what will probably be the rest of their lives. We don’t talk about how we’re systematically turning kids into criminals so much in kid’s shows of late...and Freakin Yugioh just did in a filler season.

....................I think our standard for modern kids programming to talk about serious issues is way too low if Yugioh just threw this out there in a filler season, is all I’m saying.

++++++++++++++++++END OF PRISON RANT++++++++++++++++++++++

So, Valon is free but...is he?

Not really, he’s just gone from one jailer to another, but at least this time he gets his own room. Don’t blame him for latching onto Dartz’ dream to end the world, because the world for him has been one behind bars. He doesn’t know it. Never been there.

It’s just interesting juxtaposed to Joey because Joey had some sort of Season Zero history with a gang and I haven’t watched that episode yet.

So that’s it for now, again, I’m very slooow lately. I slept for 3 hours today...and I don’t know why. But hey--we all got through three (four???) months of this...we just gotta go...one month at a time.

That and I accidentally did my taxes early so there’s that. See? Good things still happen.

Also, because I only slightly referenced the most incredible movie ever made on San Fransisco soil, I’ll just leave this here. The true hallmark of our city.

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Fic Prompts: Star Wars Wednesday

"Don't move, Rebel!" Kreel barked.

Of all the places to find Luke Skywalker, the edge of an Imperial garrison on Ryloth's largest moon hadn't been in anyone's betting pool. Nor had they expected him to be more or less alone, excluding the angriest astromech droid any of them had ever seen.

"Drop the weapon, boy!" Another soldier shouted. "Where are the other Rebels?"

Luke Skywalker looked back at them with an almost innocent expression. "Rebels? No, no no no. You've got it all wrong, fellas. No Rebels, this is personal business."

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Kreel scoffed. "And that's supposed to keep us from killing you because-?"

"Because you can't kill me without Vader's say-so, and we both know it," Luke shot back, almost bitterly. "If he wants me dead, there's not much either of us can do about that. But if he still wants me reasonably intact..." he shrugged. "You can ask him yourself. He's heading this way."

Kreel knew false bravado when he heard it. Skywalker was afraid. Very afraid. Honestly, he was surprised the kid hadn't drawn his lightsaber by now.

Before he could comment, Lord Vader brushed past him at a faster pace than usual. He paused a few meters from Skywalker and appeared to be struggling for words. Kreel didn't blame him. Walking into a Moff's base alone was a level of brazen foolishness that was hard to top.

"The Rebellion sent you here alone?" he asked incredulously.

"The Rebellion?" Luke scoffed, though his voice wavered. "I'm still on medical leave. I already told Kreel, this is personal."

Vader took a step closer, and Luke shifted a step back. His fingers tightened on the missile launcher.

"Indeed? And what is so...personal...about this base?"

For a brief second, Luke glanced up at the sky, as if looking for something. "It has nothing to do with you," he snapped. "Unless the Empire started playing bodyguard to slavers, that is."

Out of the clouds, some ship's length away, an ungainly craft appeared. It was moving slowly, barely visible from this distance. There was a grim expression on Skywalker's face as he watched it, and for a moment he seemed to forget he was surrounded by enemies.

"In twenty minutes, that ship will refuel. Then Jabba Desilijic Tiure's top slavers will land on Ryloth with a crew of pirates, to attack settlements for "cargo"."

The anger and disgust in Luke's voice was almost a tangible thing. More than one stormtrooper found themselves shifting back unconsciously, unnerved by the strange Rebel. Surely Lord Vader would handle it. They didn't need to interfere, right?

Vader was silent at first. Then he took another step forward. "Do you know how to fire one of those?" he asked suddenly, gesturing to the missile launcher.

Luke jolted, then tensed. "Yes," he said defensively.

"You've fired one before?"

He hadn't, and his silence made it more than clear. Before he could move out of the way, his fa- Vader took him by the shoulder and turned him to face his target.

"Plant your feet and aim high. You will need to compensate for the recoil."

Luke stared at him as if he'd sprouted a second head. What the kriff was Vader doing? Was he actually helping him?

Maybe he is who he says, a thought whispered at the back of his mind, Anakin Skywalker never held any love for the Hutt cartels.

"Find your target in the Force," Vader instructed, ignoring his shock. "Steady your hand, but do not fire."

"Lord Vader-?!" A soldier sputtered.

Vader did not face them, but they could hear his irritation. "Jabba the Hutt has grown too bold of late. It is time that he was reminded that the Empire is not his ally."

Kreel looked back at the soldiers surrounding him. They were, to a one, stunned to see the right hand of the emperor calmly instructing the destroyer of the Death Star as though he were a young recruit. Kreel was beginning to have a feeling that none of the security force he'd brought with him would be leaving the ridge when Vader was done. In truth, though he knew more than most, Kreel wasn't even sure he would be spared. Whatever was happening right now, it could not have been done with the approval of the Empire.

On the rise above them, Luke shifted his feet on the grass and anchored the launcher on his shoulder. "They used the same tankers in Anchorhead when Jabba would steal our water," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else, "There's a defect in the shape of the fuel cells. Hit that, and the whole thing goes down in flames."

Vader nodded. The boy was completely focused on his objective. He didn't seem to realize that he had no chance of escape this time.

Or else he understood, but had simply accepted it. Either way, Vader would not lose him this time. Striking a blow to the Hutts in any form was merely a pleasant bonus at this point.

"Do you have the shot?" he asked calmly. He was doing his best to present a different side of himself than he had shown at Bespin. The boy had been overwhelmed, physically and emotionally, and he had failed to give him enough time to process his words.

Luke swallowed hard. "I have the shot."

"Then take it."

EDIT: THIS IS JUST A ROUGH DRAFT. TUMBLR JUST ATE THE REST I WAS TRYING TO QUEUE AND POSTED THE OLD VERSION. theres a chance the finished one will post tomorrow morning, but in case it doesn't, it'll just be this one.

#writing prompts #luke skywalker #fic prompts #darth vader #star wars wednesday #stupid tumblr ate the rest of it #not again! again my star wars wednesday disappears into the ether!#the finished draft actually replaced kreel with piett #and had cool watership down references #arrrggg why tumblr why

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Field Guide to the Rock Humans

I wrote this earlier today and Tumblr ate the post. I've noticed that ever since Tumblr last changed the dashboard, this will happen. I don't think it saves drafts like it should, and if you zoom in on the screen too much it closes the post editior window. So I'm doing what I used to do on Livejournal and writing this out on Notepad before I commit to posting. So Tumblr's regressed to 2005 standards.

Anyway, what I want to do here is go over all the Rock Humans in JoJolion. While reading Part 8, I kept getting frustrated that there seemed to be an endless supply of Rock Humans running around, and every time Josuke turns around, there's another one waiting for him.

But as it turns out, there really aren't that many of these guys. The JoJo Wiki lists 13 characters, and three of them are Rock Animals who may not even have Stands. Two of them are the A. Phex brothers, who are only a threat when they work together, so really, you're only dealing with nine Stand Battles, which seems like a pretty reasonable number when you put it that way. Even so, I want to write all this out, because it helped me make better sense of the plot.

What I'm going to do here is list each character, with their Stand's name in [Brackets], followed by the span of their first appearance to when they were last active. Let's get the Rock Animals out of the way first, since they're fairly minor characters.

A. Iwasuke, JJL #22-Present

Iwasuke is either a stray dog who wandered onto the Higashikata estate, or he was purposely sent there by Yotsuyu Yagiyama to get Tsurugi's attention. I just assumed Iwasuke was a normal dog who somehow got strange rock characteristics from all the weird stuff going on with the Wall Eyes and the Higashikata land and whatever else, but the JoJo Wiki calls him a Rock Animal, so okay. Whatever his ties to Yotsuyu, Tsurugi adopted the dog after Yotsuyu's death, and gave him the name Iwasuke. I don't think he's appeared since Chapter 77, but as far as I know he's still alive.

B. Doremifasolati Do, JJL #65-70

Unlike Iwasuke, Doremi is unmistakably a Rock Animal because he looks absolutely nothing like any real-world animal. He burrows underground, and his master, Urban Guerrilla, can ride inside him like a tank. They died together while fighting Josuke Higashikata, Rai Mamezuku, and Yasuho Hirose.

C. "Hair Clip Rock Animal", JJL #71

This creature lived and died in 2005, several years before JoJolion takes place. A 13-year-old Yasuho purchased a hair clip, not realizing it was actually a Rock Animal. For some reason it inflicted various misfortunes upon her, including a dandruff-like skin condition, and making her see a simulation of her father telling her that he would never visit her again. Yasuho nearly committed suicide because of the Rock Animal's machinations, but Dr. Holly Kira saved her. While in the hospital, her son Yoshikage Kira stepped on the hair clip, never realizing that it had been alive.

I never quite understood the point of this flashback, except to illustrate the depth of the connection between Yasuho and Josuke, and to show that the Rock Humans must be inherently evil, since even Rock Animals appear to delight in cruelty and suffering for some reason.

And now the Rock Humans.

1. Yotsuyu Yagiyama, [I Am A Rock], JJL #26-32

Yagiyama was the first Rock Human in the series. He claimed to have killed Yoshikage Kira, but in the flashback shown in Chapters 50-53, that's not actually how it went down. Like all Rock Humans, he had no name until he stole the identity of some unsuspecting human. Yotsuyu became an architect, building the Higashikata House, as well as renovating the Morioh baseball stadium. But he was also part of the Locacaca Organization, a group of Rock Humans who smuggle Locacaca fruit into Morioh to sell to humans and for research at the TG University Hospital. Yotsusu was with the smuggling wing of the group.

Pre-JoJolion, Yoshikage Kira and Josefumi Kujo stole a branch from one of their imports, and Yotsuyu and his boss Tamaki Damo ambushed them and interrogated them to get it back. Later, he discovered Josuke at the Higashikata house, and manipulated Tsurugi into helping him trap Josuke. His plan ultimately failed, and he died when Josuke submerged him in the sea to interrogate him. When his body collapsed into rubble, Josuke and Norisuke Higashikata realized that they were dealing with a group of inhuman enemies.

"I Am A Rock" has the power to cause specific objects of Yotusuyu's choosing to fly toward his target. He has to touch a target to activate the ability, and then the objects will be attracted to the victim and eventually push throug the victim's flesh to reach his very center.

2. Aisho Dainenjiyama, [Doobie Wah!], JJL #38-42

Aisho was apparently the sales and delivery guy for the Locacaca smuggling ring. Pre-Jojolion, Kira and Kujo stole a Locacaca Branch from him while he was transporting it through town.

Following Yotsuyu's death, Yasuho Hirose discovered his connection with Aisho, who worked as a security guard at the baseball stadium Yotsuyu renovated. She and Tsurugi tried to spy on him, only to run afoul of his Stand. During the battle, it was revealed that Aisho knew Jobin Higashikata, but he was killed before anyone could find out the extent of that relationship.

Doobie Wah! is an automatic pursuer Stand. When activated, it chases after the victim, producing miniature tornadoes from the victim's own breath. These tornadoes will attack the victim relentlessly, and the only real defense is to stop breathing or attack Aisho directly.

3. A. Phex the Elder [Schott Key No. 1] JJL #44-46 4. A. Phex the Younger [Schott Key No.2] JJL #44-46

These two guys were the assassins for the Locacaca Organization. Pre-Jojolion, they were tasked with pursuing Kira and Kujo after they escaped from Damo and Yotsuyu. Then they were sent to kill Karera Saknami, due to her connection with Kira, and followed her for trail for six months.

Their chase led them back to Morioh, where Josuke saved Karera from their attack. She then returned the favor, setting the brothers on fire while they were attacking Josuke.

Their Stands are somewhat limited in power. Schott Key No. 1 merely teleports objects from the left hand to the right. Schott Key No. 2 emits toxic gas at all times, so the user has to keep it inside a soccer ball most of the time, as even he is not immune to the gas. Working together, the brothers can combine their abilities to be more formidable.

5. Tamaki Damo [Vitamin C] JJL #47-55

Damo ran the "Damo Kan" Cleaning Service as a front for his smuggling ring. When his four subordinates all perished, he seduced Hato Higashikata so that she would bring him home to meet her family. Once inside, he used his Stand to incapacitate them all, hoping to interrogate them for answers. But Josuke appeared and managed to free Hato, enabling her to fight back against Damo with her own Stand. Before dying, he offered to help Josuke get Locacaca fruit for his mother, but Josuke killed him instead.

Vitamin C liquefies its victims, reducing them to malleable fluids that Damo can torment with ease. The ability is triggered once the target touches Damo's fingerprints, so his strategy is to enter a room without being suspected and then touching lots of things so that his victim will touch the same objects without realizing the danger they're in.

6. Dolomite, aka Masaji Dorokoma [Blue Hawaii] JJL #59-63

This guy was never part of the Locacaca gang, and had no interest in the Locacaca fruit, because he lost his limbs and most of his teeth in an accident, and figured the fruit's equivalent exchange powers would do him no good, since he was missing too many body parts already.

But somehow, Dolomite knew Jobin Higashikata, who sought his help in obtaining the "new" Locacaca fruit that would come from the stolen branch that was hidden somewhere in the Higashikata Estate by Yoshikage Kira and Josefumi Kujo. Jobin suggested that this new breed of fruit might even be able to heal Dolomite, so he agreed to make a go for it. Instead, he was defeated by Yasuho Hirose before he could kill Josuke and tell Jobin what he had learned from him.

Notably, Dolomite is the one Rock Human that the good guys haven't killed. Josuke decided that he's no longer a threat, and he doesn't really know anything.

Blue Hawaii can control the mind of a victim once they touch something that was connected to the user, like a tooth. The victim will attack and pursue Dolomite's target, and the mind control can be transferred to another victim on contact. Blue Hawaii seems to only be able to control one person at a time, but the power is very difficult to escape, so the only real defense is to attack the user.

7. Urban Guerrilla aka Dr. Ryo Shimosato, [Brain Storm] JJL #65-70

The other side of the Locacaca Organization was a group of four Rock Human doctors based out of the TG University Hospital. Dr. Ryo Shimosato, operating under the guise of "Urban Guerrilla" was sent to intercept Josuke and the "Plant Appraiser", Rai Mamezuku, before they can locate the New Locacaca branch on the Higashikata estate. He was defeated, along with his Rock Animal, Doremifasolati Do. Unlike Damo's group of smugglers, who were only out to recover their stolen property and protect their secrets, the four doctors seem to view the New Locacaca branch to be a breakthrough discovery, and they want to take possession of it for their own research.

Brain Storm is perhaps one of the bullshittiest Stands of them all, in that it's not only incredibly overpowered, but also fails to actually do what's it's supposed to do whenever it's inconvenient for the plot. Supposedly, it dissolves flesh, and when it comes into contact with flesh, it drives "feelers" even deeper into the victim, which supposedly causes even more damage from the inside, and it "multiplies exponentially". So you'd think this would destroy a person within minutes, but instead the good guys just seem to shrug this effect off, because no one has any healing abilities in this part, and no one wants to see the main characters with gaping holes all over their faces.

8. Poor Tom [Ozone Baby] JJL #70-76

This is the second of the four doctors, although we never got a real name for the guy. Does everyone in the obstetrics ward call him "Doctor Poor Tom?" Following Urban Guerilla's defeat, Poor Tom contacted Jobin Higashikata and offers to stop Josuke from finding the branch. You'd think that by now Jobin would know better than to trust the Rock Humans, but whatever.

Jobin buried Poor Tom's Stand, Ozone Baby in the Higashikata Orchard, believing it would prevent Josuke and Rai from entering the property. Instead, it nearly killed everyone in a 100 meter radius, including Jobin himself. Tom's real plan was to search the orchard for the branch once everyone was safely dead. So Jobin set fire to the orchard and called Tom to tell him it was on fire, just so Tom would have to come to the orchard in person and cancel his Stand's attack in order to keep the branch from burning up. Soon after, he was defeated by Josuke, but he managed to secure a branch and get it to a waiting ambulance, only to die from a gunshot fired by... someone. But Tom died in vain, as his allies received the branch, only to find that it was not the right one, and Jobin had managed to hide it in his house.

Ozone Baby alters the atmospheric pressure of its surroundings. The pressure increases greatly outdoors, but even in an enclosed space, it slowly increases, so that there is no real escape from the effect.

9. Dr. Wu Tomoki [Dr. Wu], JJL #76-82

The third doctor of the Rock Human cabal at TGU Hospital. I'm not quite clear on how this got started, but somehow Jobin's wife Mitsuba paid Dr. Wu 200 million yen for medical treatment, and he just kept giving her doses of Locacaca, which would heal one body part only to inflict a new ailment on a different part. So Mitsuba kept coming back for more treatments. I'm not sure if Wu was doing this to use Mitsuba as a test subject for his experiements, or if he was just bilking her for money, or if he was using her to get information about the Higashikata household. Maybe all three. When Yasuho tracked Poor Tom to the hospital, she discovered Dr. Wu's scheme, and she and Mitsuba fought against him. Josuke finally killed Wu by drowning him in medical cement.

Wu's eponymous Stand allows him to transform his body in a cloud of fine particles, which drifts along air currents. Upon contact with a victim's body, he can penetrate the body and trigger allergic reactions, or fuse with the victim's tissues to control them like a puppet.

10. Dr. Afeku Satoru [Unidentified Stand], JJL #76-Present.

Presumably the final boss of JoJolion, and the sole survivor of the Locacaca Organization, unless Dolomite wants to join.

Satoru acts as the Head Doctor of the TGU Hospital, a largely ceremonial role. His Stand apparenly causes objects to collide with anyone who attempts to follow him or get a look at his face. The Stand's exact abilities are not yet clear, although it seems reasonable to assume that something has to trigger this ability, since it only seems to work on Satoru's enemies. He gave a lecture announcing a new Locacaca-based medicine, and his audience was able to see him just fine.

Satoru appears to show up in multiple places at once, leading Rai Mamezuku to speculate that the image of the elderly doctor is actually the Stand, meaning that the user must be someone else, somewhere else. Whatever the case, he's been roaming the Higashikata estate, searching for the Locacaca Branch, and in Chapter 96 he entered the house, since that's where Jobin's been keeping it.

One wonders why he doesn't just strike some kind of deal with Jobin and Josuke. They only want the fruit to lift the Higashikata Curse and save Holly Kira, and he only seems to want to push the boundaries of modern medicine. You'd think everyone could get what they want, but Satoru seems to think he's invincible, so maybe he sees no need to bargain.

More to the point, Holly Kira probably got sick in the first place because she was involved in his Locacaca research to some extent. She helped set up the lab they used for the research, and when she started asking too many questions, she would up bedridden. So maybe Satoru doesn't want Holly to recover for fear of the secrets she might reveal, but this begs the question of why he doesn't just have her killed.

As for Josuke, he seems to have shifted tactics. Instead of pursuing Satoru at all costs, he's taking Holly's advice and concentrating on a different goal. If it puts him in Satoru's path, so be it. On the other hand, Jobin seems to be determined to fight him head-on, which is probably the worst possible move...

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojolion #spoilers #jojolion spoilers #part 8 spoilers #rock humans

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honestly it is satisfying to watch you write and publish for yourself i am glad you find it freeing because this is what hobbies/passions should feel like in my own opinon !! also love reading your tags because you are very precise with how you feel and it's nice to know what you're going through - both as a writer but also as an individual, your hindsight is enlightening !! (1/?)

wait I think tumblr ate the second ask 😭 but I believe I’m getting the gist of what you were saying, either way I’m gonna put it under a read more cause I have a feeling this is gonna get long

(3/?) like i had started something with some svt member, then i obv changed the character and wanted to write for someone else but i don't want to use celebrities as characters anymore because i do hate the rich and i need consistency and i don't want to promote shitty people like this. So i'm writing this cute piece that i think could come out really well but i have zero character lol. also i had almost finished the second chapter of living alike but well, i don't want to publish it either

(4/4) and NOW with atla i'm like "oooh... could it be....?" so i don't know. There is also a feeling like, I LOVE to spend hours and days thinking about writing, alone in my head, but I think I would like to write something with someone or exchange precise ideas and such. Anyway, atla's 3rd season is indeed the bomb, but in the 2nd, "appa's lost days" episode had me cried so much the ENTIRE episode i had to eventually take off my glasses because I couldn't see through them.

and since you liked "living alike", i think you might like "to eat flowers and not to be afraid" it was an answer to svtwritenight at first (im pretty sure you had left a comment about it!) and I turned it into a proper piece. it's post-apocalyptic and not dystopian but i think it has similar vibe (it's a woozi x read for now, i don't know what to do about it yet, and obv i understand if you're not interested!) and i'll stop the spamming for now ! (5/5 i guess!!)

yes i totally agree hobbies should feel like an escape and it should be freeing so it’s satisfying for me as well lol i’m finally at a place with writing where it does really feel like a joy and posting doesn’t make me feel any sort of way like it used to.

and jbdjax me and my tags, at this point its weird if i dont leave a whole essay in the tags, but i find it almost funny that you think i sound precise when expressing my thoughts because i feel very much the opposite when im rambling in the tags and ah yes hindsight truly is the best

so here im assuming youre talking about svt and their scandals i guess if you could even call it that and that whole situation turning you off from writing for them, and yeaa i definitely relate to you there, when the whole situation went down i was in the middle of writing ‘the world is ours to remake’ and that’s what pushed me to reconvert the world to an original work, but it was really disappointing for a number of reason obviously but also because writing svt fanfic was my main outlet to write in general so once i decided to stop writing for them i had to find a new channel to write for, and i was in a similar predicament as you where i had a whole bunch of pieces/ideas for them sitting in my google docs collecting dust, so i actually posted them as half-finished fics basically and just the terrible writing that they are but it did feel good to rid myself of all those first drafts and ideas that i no longer had the motivation to return to.

but its good to hear that you’re still writing in some way even if it sort of has no where to go! and yea if you’re interested atla fanfic might just be the way to go ehehe. and i get what you mean with sharing ideas, sometimes i feel almost lost in my wip in my head, for me it helps to write stuff down idk why but it does. and yes i remember that piece from svtwritenight, i think it was the first piece of yours i had read and oooh yes a full fledged piece sounds interesting!

as for atla,,, yes those episodes are so sad, for me irohs story in the tales of ba sing se are always what gets me when he sits down and sings that song for his son gahhhhh it makes me sad just thinking about it.

#asks #the way this is so long LMAO

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transformersmr-hq · 5 years

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TFMR Character Backstory Dev: Optimus Prime

These are bits of events and ideas that will be included in this character's backstory. I was going to post all Autobot characters in a single post, but then tumblr ate my fucking draft again so I had to start the whole thing which would take too much time sooooo....

Ratchet -> [X]

Bee & Arcee -> [X]

Whirl -> [X]

Mirage -> [X]

Here's some bits about Optimus Prime's backstory. Some of these will make it to the final character profile, but things that are not very relevant to the main plot will be altered or deleted.

Optimus prime

Started as a maintenance bot

Did some stupid stuff with his buddy Elita, and almost got sent to the scariest prison on Cybertron

Elita saved his bumper and went to that place instead of him

This somehow motivated him to pursue military career?

And somehow he is successful at it???

???????????????

He was a Magnus, which is the rank right under Prime

By this time, Zeta Prime fragged up so big that the Council had to put him onto “forced retirement”

The Council needed a new Prime so that they could run away to faraway holiday planet for a while, until ethe prime either finishes cleaning up the mess, or perish while trying

They chose Sentinel, Ultra, and Optimus as their candidate, as they thought those three were the most docile enough to be their new puppet

At first Optimus thought of taking that position because some stupid promise he made with Elita when they were young and stuff

But then Alpha Trion, his mentor, lets him peek at the giant frag-up that the Council has been hiding from them

The entire social structure of Cybertron has become a rogue locomotive. Zeta and the Council blew up the emergency break in the middle of their temper tantrum. Now people are preparing to derail the train because, if they didn’t, everyone will die in the botomless cliff at the end of the track.

Alpha trion tells him that it’s not his time yet, that the derailment is inevitable. However, the survivors will start anew, and he would become the brightest beacon of hope for them. Optimus doesn’t understand one bit, but he understands that the situation is out of everyone’s hand.

Still, he does everything in his power to make situation as less destructive as possible, because the worst, and sadly the most probable outcome would be the planet-wide scale of civil war.

He would go as far as arguing with the Council directly, and they removed his name from the candidate list for the next Prime. Doesn’t matter, because he already knows that Prime is just a glorified puppet anyway. (There was no further repercussions from them thanks to Alpha Trion)

Then Sentinel became the Prime. Optimus explained the situation and asked for his help, but he was too dense and full of himself (again, it’s more like because he didn’t know better, rather than because he was an irredeemable asshat) that he failed to understand the gravity of the situation, In the end, Sentinel stopped talking to him, misinterpreting Optimus’ concern for criticizing his leadership skills.

The war happenes

During the final battle of Iacon, he was in charge of evacuating civilians at the Iacon starport while Sentinel Prime’s army clashed with the Decepticon force. Evac was success, and he was about to jump aboard the ship with Ultra Magnus and Ironhide

but then he detected the Autobot distress signal near the Starport

Takes Ratchet, Ironhide, and Lambo twins (Sideswipe/Sunstreaker) with him to investigate

Sees Arcee and Bumblebee being attacked by a pack of Seekers and saves them in time

Bumblebee hands him the Matrix, and informs that Sentinsl had passed away. In his last words, Sentinel asked Optimus to take the Matrix. Optimus is now Optimus Prime.

The pack returns to UM’s evac ship, but then the Nemesis (Megatron’s flagship) attacks them. Ironhide and Lambo twins makes it, but OP, Ratchet, Arcee and Bumblebee can’t due to Decepticon attack. OP orders them to take off first, while he look for alternative escape route.

OP goes back into the starport building, and finds the last remaining ship - the Ark, a small-medium sized spaceship intended for science exploration that is surprisingly well-maintained

The Ark takes off, and Nemesis chases after it

Autobots reach the nearest Spacebridge, and activates it

And then the Requiem Blaster hits the Spacebridge while it was undergoing quantum tunnel expansion sequence

Which results in a huge timespace rift

The Ark was sucked in because it was too close to it when it happened. Nemesis also got sucked into it, but it’s more like they ran straight into it to chase the Autobots

Anyways that’s how they traveled back in time and got stranded on Earth

Only those who had actually seen BB handing over the Matrix to him knows Optimus is the Prime (Arcee, Ratchet, BB). Mirage wasn't at the scene due to circumstances so he called him Magnus when he first met OP. Whirl was also too busy being stuck in a cryo pod so he asked who the frag he was when he first met OP.

Often scolded for being clumsy when he was a newspark

One problem with these backstory bits: At which point does he actually meet Megatron?

#transformers: mobius run #character backstory dev #optimus prime #main character but doesnt feel like main character #confused first time dad #maccadam

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Didn't think all questions from 'Asks' could be proposed, so there you go: all the questions (1 to 96) or as much as you can!

Well thank you, nonny! I shall put these under a cut.

(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed? Closed, because you never know what might be in there!

(2) Do You Have Freckles? I wish I did, but alas! My sisters do have them so jealous much.

(3) Can You Whistle? I can, but I can’t carry a tune I’m afraid.

(4) Last Song You Listened To. Almost by Hozier.

(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour? It’s a tie between blue and red.

(6) Relationship Status. Taken, and happily so!

(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now? 16 degrees Celsius, so that’s about 61 F.

(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky? I woke up from a nightmare, so it wasn’t really the best sort of waking. That said, I’m not cranky per se, just a bit sleepy still.

(9) How Many Followers? 438

(10) Zodiac Sign. Aquarius

(11) What Is Your Eye Colour? Blue!

(12) Take A Vitamin Daily? Not daily; I take vitamin D tablets you have to take every few days. Before I used to take a different vitamin D tablet daily, though!

(13) Do You Sing In The Shower? No but I do talk to myself haha.

(14) What Books Are You Reading? The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien for a course at university, and Beyond Black by Hilary Mantel for fun.

(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14. I don’t think you have to worry about Bilbo.

(16) Favourite Anime? Hm, probably Howl’s Moving Castle.

(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of? I’m trying to remember when I last cried. Either in front of my gf, or in front of my sisters.

(18) Do You Collect Anything? Books and crystal skulls!

(19) What Did You Have For Lunch? Nothing yet, because it is still morning.

(20) Do You Dance In The Car? Our car isn’t big enough for that haha.

(21) Favourite Animal? I think I would have to choose otters.

(22) Do You Watch The Olympics? I watch parts of it.

(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed? Well, I usually go up at 9.30, but that doesn’t mean I’m actually aiming for sleep at that point, haha.

(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now? I’m allergic to make up, so no.

(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean? Neither, because I hate swimming.

(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog? How could I ever choose?

(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water? I live in the Netherlands, which has the cleanest tap water in the world. Therefore, drinking bottled water is almost criminal.

(28) What Makes You Happy? Many things! My gf, my sisters, my dog, good books, writing, playing the piano, petrichor, warmth, hot tea...

(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music? It depends on what I am studying, truth be told. I do both, though I always use instrumental music.

(31) Dogs Or Cats? Both.

(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be? I don’t know. Probably a pastel blue, maybe orange?

(33) PlayStation Or Xbox. Sadly, I have had neither.

(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean? Not if I can help it.

(35) Do You Believe In Magic? Define magic.

(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing? I’m wearing a dress. It’s denim, therefore blue.

(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue? I can!

(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It? I’d like to say both, but I mainly spend it.

(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You? Yes; my phone case.

(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now? I wouldn’t call it an obsession, but I have been listening to Lana Del Rey’s new album on repeat, and I’ve found myself craving gothic books.

(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly? I haven’t.

(42) Are You Easily Influenced By Other People? No.

(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams? All the freaking time!

(44) Do You Like Going On Airplanes? No; the air is super dry, the seats are cramped and uncomfortable, the food too little and not very good. I do like I’m going somewhere, though.

(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry. The only thing that comes to mind right now is Shrek the Fourth, which is somewhat embarrassing, but really I cry easily with films.

(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds? Sunflower seeds, though both are lovely when salted.

(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be? Hozier.

(48) Are You A Picky Eater? I can’t eat gluten and I’m also lactose intolerant, so in that sense I am picky. If it boils down to what I actually like, I’m not.

(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper? Not at all.

(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning? Nope!

(51) Do You Like To Read / Write? Yes and yes!

(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud? No because I am perpetually afraid I will damage my ears and go deaf.

(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents? I have only ever carved a pumpkin once, so I am going to go with that because it is so new.

(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up? Mrs de Winter bin ich! From the German musical adaption of Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca.

(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather) Transitioning from summer to autumn.

(56)What Are You Craving Right Now? Some free time so I can finish my first draft and finish the book I’m reading.

(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed. No.

(58) What Is Your Gender? Female.

(59) Coffee Or Tea? Tea.

(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About? I’m doing an English literature master, so I have homework all the time! I have to write a little essay about the letters of Margaret Cavendish, read LOTR, and choose a topic for an essay for my course on British and Irish fantasy novels.

(61) What Is Your Sexuality? Lesbian.

(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning? Yes.

(63) Favourite Pokemon? Bulbosaur.

(64) Favourite Social Media? Tumblr.

(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories? They can be fun!

(66) Do You Get Homesick? As a rule, no, but it depends on where I am and most of all with whom.

(67) Are You A Virgin? What a personal question!

(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now? I don’t use conditioner, but I am using a shampoo bar by Lush which I don’t remember the name of, but it is for blondes and has chamomille and smells like lemon.

(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free? What an American question! It is not really something I will have to deal with, living in the Netherlands. Still, if it came to it I suppose my car is less dirty than a crappy motel room.

(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life? Yes.

(71) Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters? Portrait of a Lady on Fire.

(72) Do You Miss Your Ex? I don’t have one.

(73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now? I don’t really have one.

(74) What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest? That fully depends on the person those eyes belong to. As a general rule, brown eyes.

(75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set? I do, and yes!

(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate? I’m eating a sandwich as we eat.

(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone? Microsoft’s solitaire collection.

(78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not? I can’t give CPR, but if i could, I would, because I damn well hope someone would give me CPR if I was in that situation.

(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight? Yes.

(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network? No.

(81) Do You Like Meeting New People? Again, depends on the context.

(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them. I wear one on each thumb and one on my right middle finger. Can’t take a picture ATM

(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed? Closed.

(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today? Brushed my teeth, made breakfast, talked to my gf. It’s 7.45 in the morning, guys.

(85) What Do You Wear To Bed? Nothing.

(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now. I have face moisturiser and that is it guys.

(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person? A day person.

(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc. Candy crush friends, and Microsoft solitaire collection.

(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened. Well this morning I had a nightmare where I had to perform an exorcism on a loved one, and it didn’t work. Come to think of it, I did try to bless them with ‘the father, the mother, and the holy ghost,’ so that may have had something to do with it not working.

(90) Favourite Soda Drink? Fanta or 7-up.

(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite? My gf laughing, rain on leaves (I am not that much of a rain person though), birds.

(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More? Sweats are more comfy, Jeans look better.

(93) How Do You Look Right Now? Tired.

(94) Name Something That Relaxes You. Music.

(95) What Tattoo Do You Want? I don’t want one. I am too fickle; I’d grow bored of it after a while.

(96) Favourite YouTuber? I don’t have one favourite since I use youtube for different things.

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deltaengineering · 5 years

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Spring Anime 2019 Part 2: dog ate my homework

Soooo I lost my draft for the rest of the season in a stupidity-related accident. Since I’ll have to redo it all anyway, I’m doing it in parts (day by day) again. Here’s last Sunday.

Fairy Gone

What: In what appears to be the setting of Violet Evergarden, a bunch of bad dudes with punchghosts go after illegal punchghost users.

✅ The setting was just about the only thing that Violet Evergarden had going for it, so I’m down with that.

♎ P.A. Works seem to be establishing a sideline in these throwback action shows, since this is pretty damn similar to Sirius (which I liked). It’s not as good as Sirius though, mostly because Sirius really leaned into how schlocky it is. Fairy Gone is more dour. You could say it takes itself too siriusly.

♎ Looking decent whenever there’s nothing special going on, but the fights have a real problem with their CG stands looking pretty crappy.

♎ The characters don’t really make an impression as of yet, but look like they might have potential. Same goes for the story, though I would not expect too much on that front (yes, Grimgar by the same writer was pretty okay, but it stopped before it could get to the hilarious things I hear about the source material)

♎ I’m not impressed, but the general competence deserves a closer look anyway.

Hachigatsu no Cinderella Nine

What: It’s like Love Live, except it’s actually about a sport now.

♎ Baseball is still very boring, though for better or worse this seems to be less about the sport and more about the moe/hijinks.

♎ I don’t hate the characters, but they’re a grabbag of “nothing special”. Same goes for everything even remotely related to this show, actually.

❌ The designs are good enough (if a bit too sparkly for my tastes) but this is a rather cheap-looking show with janky animation and some model problems.

❌ It’s not terrible, I just find it really hard to care about anything in this. And the potential for this to go places seems be be low, what with this being a mobile game adaptation.

Kono Oto Tomare!

What: Violent delinquent and a wet noodle revive the school koto club.

✅ It’s pretty funny to see this topic being treated as very serious drama, complete with tragic backstory of a delinquent that drops the rider kick on a bunch of bullies.

♎ The gap moe of a tough guy playing the koto is real, though I’m not so sure about the other dude. There’s also a schemer in the background who surely won’t ever matter to the incoming plot that totally won’t be about picking up club members.

❌ The writing lacks elegance. The majority of the first episode is tons of tragic backstory (exposition) flashbacks that should really come more naturally later.

♎ This gets a tepid thumbs up for weirdness, and I think I’ll watch some more of it. Definitely nowhere near a sure thing though.

Mayonaka no Occult Koumuin

What: Specialized streetworkers deal with supernatural troubles in Shinjuku.

✅ This is a pretty great concept, though maybe not as unique as it sounds. Gegege no Kitaro &c have done human/youkai relationships forever, this just formalizes it.

✅ The best part about this is how mundane it is. The first approach to solving an angel/tengu turf war (which is actually a Romeo and Juliet plot) is to put some tape up.

❌ This is likely not going to stay this mundane, and that wouldn’t be good. The main character is a super special boy and apparently also a reincarnation of Abe no Seimei, which is all sorts of eyerolling.

❌ All the characters come from the shoujo manga pretty boy school of design (and writing), because that’s what it is.

❌ Production isn’t by no means great either.

Nande Koko ni Sensei ga

What: Schoolboy gets into risqué situations with his lusty teacher.

❌❌ Real porn isn’t hard to find on the internet, you guys. You just have to leave this website for it nowadays.

❌❌ In fact, actually representative screenshots from this very show are still TOO HOT FOR NOTED FAMILY WEBSITE TUMBLR DOT COM and got my post flagged. Lemme tell you, that’s going to become a real issue once I get to Araiya-san.

❌❌ Apart from typical ecchi humor, which of course isn’t funny, there isn’t anything to this. Best I can say about it is that it’s short.

Shoumetsu Toshi / AFTERLOST

What: Your guess is as good as mine. Some superpower... action... thing...?

❌❌ Incoherent thrown together writing mess based on some mobile RPG. Never mind that it’s a tonal wreck, it’s outright impossible to follow and I’m not wasting braincells on figuring this out.

❌❌ Looks like Haoliners and GoHands got together for a jam session in CG hell. Is actually by Madhouse, please everyone point at them and laugh. It’s really weird to see this coming from an established studio because the visuals are equal parts ambitious and incompetent.

❌❌ I’ll especially point out the multiple instances of chases between a Vespa and an attack helicopter. That’s just how this show rolls.

♎ Every shot of this wants to be the coolest shit ever. Every shot of this ends up being hilarious. This is a better kuso anime to follow than, say, YU-NO. At least it’s not boring.

#anime #Fairy Gone #Hachigatsu no Cinderella Nine #Kono Oto Tomare!#Mayonaka no Occult Koumuin #Nande Koko ni Sensei ga #Shoumetsu Toshi #afterlost #impressions #spring2019

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