Crt-6 - Easy-As-Evil

Love one another.

Some of the best writing advice I ever got was if you’re stuck on a scene or a line, the problem is actually about 10 lines back and that’s saved me from writer’s block so many times.

Yes

Not all character development is positive. Characters can, and in my opinion, should, develop both negative and positive traits throughout the course of their story. As the story goes, they shouldn’t be perfected, they’re people, not artpieces, and so there shouldn’t be a stage where they’ve improved/changed exclusively for the better, to the point where they have no negative traits at all. 

MAKE CHARACTERS ARO YOU FUCKING COWARDS

Somewhat Controversial LGBT Themed Opinions:

The letters are only for “Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender”

Although being LGBT does have disadvantages, LGBT people on first world countries are not oppressed

You need dysphoria to be trans

There’s only two (scientifically proven) genders

Gender isn’t a spectrum

Kids that haven’t gone through puberty shouldn’t medically transition

Asexuality isn’t inherently LGBT, nor is it a spectrum

Demisexuality isn’t a thing

Pansexuality and bisexuality are the same thing

Cops are allowed at pride

TERF ideology is gross, but TERFs shouldn’t be banned from pride just because of their opinions

PDA can be allowed at pride, but over-the-top kinky displays shouldn’t be

Pedophilia is disgusting and isn’t LGBT

LGBT people do not have to be democrats or fit a certain political agenda

Being LGBT isn’t a personality trait

why does this whole scene look & sound like a YTP

I’m not an expert but I like hands a lot so hopefully some of this was helpful!

As you opened the door, the sight greeting you was not, as your friend put it, "a teeeny mistake with a summoning spell". In a hasty attempt at a barrier on one side of the room was a couch, your friend staring fearfully at the scene in front if them. Two entities, one whose face was constantly changed from different animals to humans, with a cloak of billowing blue smoke surrounding them, the other a attractive figure that glowed gold and grand, gravity defying jewelry and an extra set of arms the most prominent features. They seemed completely different, the only thing in common the rage on their faces and tendency to hurl insults in odd languages at eachother. God's who had been ejected from there plane lost their powers, and it seemed these ones we're not taking it will. With a swift gesture with your arm, a nearby vase shatters in the middle of the angry gods, all tension in the room halting as three sets of eyes land on your figure. You couldn't tell if they were surprised by you being there or your bored expression. Maybe it was the words that came out your mouth next. "If the both of you would stop throwing a hissy fit, we can actually address the current slightly more civilized than primal apes. "

At the insult, the multi-faced god's, well, multi-facing, became erratic and quicker, speaking in an odd dialect.

"]ou $are ßpeak ïn ßuch æ \ay [o ?e. $o ]ou ñot (now \ho \e ære? "

After deciphering that the first letters consisted of the appropriate human symbols, you had run out of mental energy from the journey here, lack of sleep, and promised vacation bullshit.

"Yeah, a couple of powerless gods who think they can overcompensate for their usefulness with their ego. "

Whilst the first gods face recedes into a display of anger and shock, face shifting, hw other breaks out into high pitched tinkling laughter, teasing the other god with a child's naitivity and mentality.

As you sighed, a dark premonition crept up, assured by the human in the feeble position still behind the couch and reconstructed vase flying at your head.

If humanity truly is in the hands of gods, we're all fucked.

When your friend had called you up to nervously tell you that they’d had a small accident with a spell and needed your help, you had expected something simple and mundane. What you had NOT been expecting, was to walk in and find your best friend very nervously waving at you from besides two deeply pissed off, and completely powerless, gods. 

And to think you had been hoping for a quiet week.