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"These modern societal degenerates don't know what cuteness is when all they see is looks." I say with contempt as I lovingly scritch my Eldritch horror, watching as all their eyes close in blissful content and a small purr escapes their maw.
"Luckily for you, you have cuteness both in and out." I smile, and at that, it seems to smile with me.
Other magicians got cute familiars, yours is the cutest, but everyone seems afraid of her…
The villain smiled devilishly through the tugging and pulling of the chains; a smile that the hero knew all too well. As the high pitched screeching of chain against stone filled the dreaded air with anticipation as the villain was being brought to his execution, the hero stopped dead in their tracks.
"Halt."
The guards containing the villain in their hold abruptly stopped and turned around, briefly glancing at each other before shrugging.
"What's the matter?" One asked in a voice that was muffled through the helmet.
"I want a word with him alone."
"But the Royal Highness is awaiting his execution, just like you both agreed."
The hero shot a glare full of daggers at the guard.
After a brief moment of hesitation, the guard shrugged, taking a step back.
Clank, the chains dropped.
And heavy thumps were heard as both guards walked a little distance away.
Turning their attention to the pitiful excuse of the former villain, they growled, "What are hiding? I know you're hiding something.."
The villain simply chuckled and gave a cocky smile as they turned their head up, almost as if challenging the hero to make them say it. "For me to know, and you to find out~" They simply whispered.
"Don't play sly with me!" The hero harshly whispered, "I beat your ass and could've killed you myself had I not made the agreement with the Queen to publicly execute you in front of her!"
The villain sighed, "You always spoke with too many words. Is my plan really not that easy to see?"
He smirked to himself, "Perhaps I really did out-do myself."
dunno if I'll finish this but ye :p)
The hero has defeated you and you are being hauled off in chains. But this doesn’t matter, because you have already won and there is nothing the hero can do.
"I can't make it seem like you guys are having fun here!" He exclaims.
(I'd love to see anyone else continue this if you want btw)
Satan’s usually pretty chill in the way he runs Hell. Today he’s scrambling to make it look as miserable as possible because God is soon to visit
"It is a dream to live forever" they say.
"But at what cost?" I conclude.
idk
If someone is killed, however many years they would have lived is added to the killer’s lifespan. For as long as you can remember, you have been an executioner.
The moon is for all of us
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Omegaverse Blogs Masterlist
I decided to make a list with all the omegaverse (A/B/O and its variants) blogs I have ever followed, some of these are no longer active, but I think they should not be forgotten. As more blogs crop up I’ll edit or reblog to add them to the list, so if I missed anyone please let me know. @omegaverse-scribbles @i-kinda-like-omegaverse @alpha-zeta-lambda-xi-tau-omega @treasured–omega @sortingabosincebirth @miscellaneous-miscecanis @justalphabetaomegablog @bubblegum-omega @yet-another-omega @theomegaversegirl @secondhandnesting @soft-alpha-posting @sunshine-omega @pack-verse @omegaverse-lover @omegaversehellscape @omegaverse-headcanons-and-ideas @omegaverse-daily @softcore-omegaverse @omegaverse-info @omegaversetheory @miscefelis-thingz @jar-of-omegaverse @curious-omega @alpha-beta-omega666 @omega-loves @alpha-beta-omegaverse @betawere @abo-r-us @omegaverse-onions @omega-butch @verytiredomega @betawithablog @omega-girl-in-heat @neat-nesting-stuffs @omegaverse-fan @omegaboy-abo @ethereal-vault @omegaverseismyobssesion @glitterguts13 @cosy-omegaverse @omegasunited @omega-gloss @autistic-omegaverse @omegabeee @snippyomega @celestial-omegaverse @allalphaaob @abodynamicmatch @itsanomegasworld @dearmadamalpha @chamomile-omegaverse @macaroni-omegaverse @omegaverse-headcannons @femslash-omegaverse @abo-dynamics @spaceyomega @abomegaverse @omegaverseonfleek-omegaverse @smol-soft-abo @z-ohcs @storiesofanomega @unusually-omegaverse @the-omegaverse @just-alpha-things @cat-and-omegaverse @abosuggestion @abodynamicslife @omegaverse-love @alpha-beta-omega3 @abo-off-kilter @omegaverse-werewolves @wild-omegaverse-world @omegahoney @sweet-sweet-omegas @nestingfox @alphabetaomegaverse @omegaverse-filth-blog @abo-writer @aboheadcannonsandmore @omega-alpha-beta-dynamics @abo-dreams @oreo-mega-blog @nochuabo-blog @theomegaverse @firstloveomegaverse @omegaverseismyuniverse @tall-omega-anon @totally-abo @jp-omegaverse-hcs @omegaversethings @omegaverse-professor @omegaverse-seeker Oh boy that was a lot ahahahah. Some of these are content creators, some of these are mostly reblog-only kind of blogs, but I think it’s always good to see who’s out there. Maybe their blog is exactly what you were looking for. Again, if I forgot anyone I’m really sorry, but there’s just so many of us nowadays that it’s hard to keep track of everyone. I also did not include fanfiction or RP focused blogs, so if these are missing that’s why.
How do I write a Mafia story? Because I’m genuinely lost when it comes to research. I can’t find the information I’m looking for about the way it works and the positions! All I’m getting are famous mafias and guys with jersey accents. If it’s to much work for you, please don’t bother. I was just curious.
Hi :)
I do not have the time to really research it more than on a basis level, but when I was younger I had a phase where I loved to read non-fiction books about the mafia and so I’ll try to get you some information I remember.
How to write the Mafia
What is the mafia?
Plot twist: there is no the mafia anymore
it used to be exclusively about a criminal secret society in Sicily
other mafias are usually called by their region or country of origin (Japanese Mafia, Russian Mafia, etc.)
but they call themselves by their own terms (Cosa Nostra, Yakuza, etc.)
mafia describes a highly organized criminal network, often with international connections to other criminal networks and their own chapters in a lot of different countries
to go from a simple gang to a mafia, they have to be very powerful in their region and resourceful
they managed to infiltrate the political system in their region and became an economic player that shouldn’t be underestimated
the characteristics of most mafias are: a boss that stands over everyone, an initiation ritual before someone becomes part of the mafia, probably for life, a code of honor that says that members have to be silence when they get captured, and protection racket as their main form of criminal business
often the protection they pressure business owners into paying them for, is from themselves and they guarantee that they won’t attack the business or the owner’s family
this often happens in places where the police do not have the upper hand or cannot be trusted either
other types of criminal activities they are involved in: human trafficking, prostitution, gambling, loan sharking, drug-trafficking, fraud
How to write it?
decide on a specific mafia and become familiar with their hierarchies, their special rituals, their main business, their code of honor, what happens if they break it, etc.
if you want to have more creative freedom with your writing, establish your own mafia or create a new chapter to an existing one
but keep in mind that they need the characteristics from above
Characters
decide on who is the boss and how involved he still is (it’s mostly a boy’s club)
pick your main characters and decide on their position in the organization
what is their role, in what part are they involved?
who are the other members they mostly interact with?
do they have a lot of people they have to answer to?
how did they get into the group?
what are their motives?
how do they feel about the crimes they commit?
do their beliefs and morals still align with those of the group?
do they try to have a life outside of the group?
to give your life to a criminal network that functions as a family does not make life easy and you should show the highs and lows of being a professional criminal
think about the side characters
family plays an important part in the mafia, so make sure to include these people and show the dynamics between them
it’s important to give your characters their own personalities and individuality, so they become three-dimensional characters and not gangster clichés
Research
when it comes to writing a real, existing organization research is really important
do your research on the specific mafia you decide on, their rituals, businesses, modus operandi, etc.
all the groups have some things in common with each other, some form of organization, but they differ a lot in the way they operate and what they focus on
a story about criminals practically needs law enforcement
research the laws of the country your story takes place in, a lot of countries have their own laws for organized crimes, often just the affiliation with a criminal organization is a crime
for how it works exactly and the different positions inside the organization, I would take a look at Google Scholar, there are a lot of free books and articles that talk about those things in depth (you can just put in the specific mafia you’re searching for and some catchwords and you can even decide the period of time it was published to not use outdated info)
It’s not that in-depth, but I hope it still helps a little :)
- Jana
Objectively kind of a bummer that if you drown your soul belongs to the water for all eternity as a wet ghost but this is possibly preferable to an afterlife you have no guarantee of, because who knows where you go if you die on land but if you die at sea you know exactly what to expect. Fish
Imagine an AU where everyone saw in black & white until they met their soulmate, then they saw colors for the first time.
Cue Dazai being kicked into a wall & upon opening his eyes the first colors he sees are within flaming red hair & piercing bright blue eyes. A green jacket hugging the kids figure as his foot remains planted on Dazai’s chest.
Chuuya sees stark white bandages across one eye and beneath an ill fitting white dress shirt. Dark chocolate colored locks. One honey brown iris with flecks of maroon shining in the sunlight. A black coat lying beneath him.
They both freeze for a moment, staring intently at each other, eyes blowing wide at colors they've never seen before.
Then they make eye contact, holding it for one beat, then two.
Then slowly it dawns on them what this means and, of course, their expressions move from awe to irritation. They bicker immediately, neither of them willing to give into fate.
Chuuya scoffs. "Oh fuck no, no way my *soulmate* is some shitty kid from the fucking mafia."
"How eloquent. As if such a tiny, brutish *slug* could ever be *my* soulmate." Dazai mocks in return.
Bonus points if the colors fade when they’re not together, until they accept they’re soulmates that is.
she was the tide, always drifting in and out of the lives of those who loved her, eternally indecisive, unable to discern whether she desired the solidity and safety of land, or the wild freedom of the ocean 🌊
Im sorry but the fucking brainrot of chuuya nakahara will not stop so I need to share my fucking vision.
Chuuya Nakahara, who's joints lock up and who has severe chronic pain, who wears gold rimmed reading glasses with little gold chains to help hold them when he's outside the mafia (and thus not wearing contacts to hide his blue-brown eyes), Chuuya who has summer freckles that come out from the sun, who has a wheelchair, cane and service dog respectively just in case that he can never use while on duty, who has heart problems thanks to stress and a god in his body, who has a small clinic outside of Yokohama that knows him by name.
Chuuya Nakahara who, when he figured out that this was happening to him, had a full mental breakdown over being unable to fight properly, and thus not being useful, who then pulled away from Dazai, who never managed to push the right buttons to get him to spill what was happening, leading Dazai to leave the Mafia thinking Chuuya hated him.
Chuuya who then, thanks to this "confirmation" that he wasn't usefull anymore, even if Dazai didn't know, leading him to not open up about this to any other mafia member, with only Mori knowing, and keeping the details even from him.
Dazai who, when in the middle of a case for the ADA, suddenly sees Chuuya rolling down the sidewalk with his wheelchair, freckles and mismatched eyes on full display with his service dog beside him, having his world completely turned on its heal as he falls in love with the same man a second time while simultaneously putting down the pieces that led to his complete misunderstanding of what'd happened between the two years before.
Please tell me there are others who see my vision because this shit is fucking haunting me rn.
Imagine an AU where everyone saw in black & white until they met their soulmate, then they saw colors for the first time.
Cue Dazai being kicked into a wall & upon opening his eyes the first colors he sees are within flaming red hair & piercing bright blue eyes. A green jacket hugging the kids figure as his foot remains planted on Dazai’s chest.
Chuuya sees stark white bandages across one eye and beneath an ill fitting white dress shirt. Dark chocolate colored locks. One honey brown iris with flecks of maroon shining in the sunlight. A black coat lying beneath him.
They both freeze for a moment, staring intently at each other, eyes blowing wide at colors they've never seen before.
Then they make eye contact, holding it for one beat, then two.
Then slowly it dawns on them what this means and, of course, their expressions move from awe to irritation. They bicker immediately, neither of them willing to give into fate.
Chuuya scoffs. "Oh fuck no, no way my *soulmate* is some shitty kid from the fucking mafia."
"How eloquent. As if such a tiny, brutish *slug* could ever be *my* soulmate." Dazai mocks in return.
Bonus points if the colors fade when they’re not together, until they accept they’re soulmates that is.
Im sorry but the fucking brainrot of chuuya nakahara will not stop so I need to share my fucking vision.
Chuuya Nakahara, who's joints lock up and who has severe chronic pain, who wears gold rimmed reading glasses with little gold chains to help hold them when he's outside the mafia (and thus not wearing contacts to hide his blue-brown eyes), Chuuya who has summer freckles that come out from the sun, who has a wheelchair, cane and service dog respectively just in case that he can never use while on duty, who has heart problems thanks to stress and a god in his body, who has a small clinic outside of Yokohama that knows him by name.
Chuuya Nakahara who, when he figured out that this was happening to him, had a full mental breakdown over being unable to fight properly, and thus not being useful, who then pulled away from Dazai, who never managed to push the right buttons to get him to spill what was happening, leading Dazai to leave the Mafia thinking Chuuya hated him.
Chuuya who then, thanks to this "confirmation" that he wasn't usefull anymore, even if Dazai didn't know, leading him to not open up about this to any other mafia member, with only Mori knowing, and keeping the details even from him.
Dazai who, when in the middle of a case for the ADA, suddenly sees Chuuya rolling down the sidewalk with his wheelchair, freckles and mismatched eyes on full display with his service dog beside him, having his world completely turned on its heal as he falls in love with the same man a second time while simultaneously putting down the pieces that led to his complete misunderstanding of what'd happened between the two years before.
Please tell me there are others who see my vision because this shit is fucking haunting me rn.
Potential Enemies to Lovers pairing
Lighthouse Keepers and Sirens
JOURNAL OF THE LIGHTHOUSE STATION AT CACHALOT COVE
[[ log 83]]
~Rainy Conditions All Day~
~Wind Speeds Up to 25 km/h~
Time of writing this log is 2259
Duties done at the station:
𓇼 Fog Watch
𓇼 Mail Check
𓇼 Winding of the Clockworks A little bit of an unfortunate situation happened today. It has been windy practically all of last night, and this led to a fairly large tree branch to fall onto the main road towards the station. Thankfully, the telephone lines weren't affected, so I was able to let the Coast Guard know of the situation. It took them a while to arrive and fix what had happened, and I was unable to preform my morning tour. Other than that, everybody is thankfully safe.
It is also the day of Pi, which means that I can eat pie? I was a little bit confused, but one of the people on my tour helped me understand that this is what humans call a joke, a “play on words.” How do you play with words? I have no clue.
Even though it was more gloomy weather, a nice cup of black tea sure helped as well as a slice of pie made by the local bakery.
May the Seas Guide You~~
Here it is folks:
My definitive ranking of my least favorite bodies of water! These are ranked from least to most scary (1/10 is okay, 10/10 gives me nightmares). I’m sorry this post is long, I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this.
The Great Blue Hole, Belize
I’ve been here! I have snorkeled over this thing! It is terrifying! The water around the hole is so shallow you can’t even swim over the coral without bumping it, and then there’s a little slope down, and then it just fucking drops off into the abyss! When you’re over the hole the water temperature drops like 10 degrees and it’s midnight blue even when you’re right by the surface. Anyway. The Great Blue Hole is a massive underwater cave, and its roughly 410 feet deep. Overall, it’s a relatively safe area to swim. It’s a popular tourist attraction and recreational divers can even go down and explore some of the caves. People do die at the Blue Hole, but it is generally from a lack of diving experience rather than anything sinister going on down in the depths. My rating for this one is 1/10 because I’ve been here and although it’s kinda freaky it’s really not that bad.
Lake Baikal, Russia
When I want to give myself a scare I look at the depth diagram of this lake. It’s so deep because it’s not a regular lake, it’s a Rift Valley, A massive crack in the earth’s crust where the continental plates are pulling apart. It’s over 5,000 feet deep and contains one-fifth of all freshwater on Earth. Luckily, its not any more deadly than a normal lake. It just happens to be very, very, freakishly deep. My rating for this lake is a 2/10 because I really hate looking at the depth charts but just looking at the lake itself isn’t that scary.
Jacob’s Well, Texas
This “well” is actually the opening to an underwater cave system. It’s roughly 120 feet deep, surrounded by very shallow water. This area is safe to swim in, but diving into the well can be deadly. The cave system below has false exits and narrow passages, resulting in multiple divers getting trapped and dying. My rating is a 3/10, because although I hate seeing that drop into the abyss it’s a pretty safe place to swim as long as you don’t go down into the cave (which I sure as shit won’t).
The Devil’s Kettle, Minnesota
This is an area in the Brule River where half the river just disappears. It literally falls into a hole and is never seen again. Scientists have dropped in dye, ping pong balls, and other things to try and figure out where it goes, and the things they drop in never resurface. Rating is 4/10 because Sometimes I worry I’m going to fall into it.
Flathead Lake, Montana
Everyone has probably seen this picture accompanied by a description about how this lake is actually hundreds of feet deep but just looks shallow because the water is so clear. If that were the case, this would definitely rank higher, but that claim is mostly bull. Look at the shadow of the raft. If it were hundreds of feet deep, the shadow would look like a tiny speck. Flathead lake does get very deep, but the spot the picture was taken in is fairly shallow. You can’t see the bottom in the deep parts. However, having freakishly clear water means you can see exactly where the sandy bottom drops off into blackness, so this still ranks a 5/10.
The Lower Congo River, multiple countries
Most of the Congo is a pretty normal, if large, River. In the lower section of it, however, lurks a disturbing surprise: massive underwater canyons that plunge down to 720 feet. The fish that live down there resemble cave fish, having no color, no eyes, and special sensory organs to find their way in the dark. These canyons are so sheer that they create massive rapids, wild currents and vortexes that can very easily kill you if you fall in. A solid 6/10, would not go there.
Little Crater Lake, Oregon
On first glance this lake doesn’t look too scary. It ranks this high because I really don’t like the sheer drop off and how clear it is (because it shows you exactly how deep it goes). This lake is about 100 feet across and 45 feet deep, and I strongly feel that this is too deep for such a small lake. Also, the water is freezing, and if you fall into the lake your muscles will seize up and you’ll sink and drown. I don’t like that either. 7/10.
Grand Turk 7,000 ft drop off
No. 8/10. I hate it.
Gulf of Corryvreckan, Scotland
Due to a quirk in the sea floor, there is a permanent whirlpool here. This isn’t one of those things that looks scary but actually won’t hurt you, either. It absolutely will suck you down if you get too close. Scientists threw a mannequin with a depth gauge into it and when it was recovered the gauge showed it went down to over 600 feet. If you fall into this whirlpool you will die. 9/10 because this seems like something that should only be in movies.
The Bolton Strid, England
This looks like an adorable little creek in the English countryside but it’s not. Its really not. Statistically speaking, this is the most deadly body of water in the world. It has a 100% mortality rate. There is no recorded case of anyone falling into this river and coming out alive. This is because, a little ways upstream, this isn’t a cute little creek. It’s the River Wharfe, a river approximately 30 feet wide. This river is forced through a tiny crack in the earth, essentially turning it on its side. Now, instead of being 30 feet wide and 6 feet deep, it’s 6 feet wide and 30 feet deep (estimated, because no one actually knows how deep the Strid is). The currents are deadly fast. The banks are extremely undercut and the river has created caves, tunnels and holes for things (like bodies) to get trapped in. The innocent appearance of the Strid makes this place a death trap, because people assume it’s only knee-deep and step in to never be seen again. I hate this river. I have nightmares about it. I will never go to England just because I don’t want to be in the same country as this people-swallowing stream. 10/10, I live in constant fear of this place.
Honorable mention: The Quarry, Pennsylvania
I don’t know if that’s it’s actual name. This lake gets an honorable mention not because it’s particularly deep or dangerous, but it’s where I almost drowned during a scuba diving accident.
Edit: I’ve looked up the name of the quarry, it’s called Crusty’s Quarry and is privately owned and only used for training purposes, not recreational diving.
advice for seaside towns
bonfires might seem like a good choice, but only when you’re not alone. even though you never truly are, fires only work if you can see who’s close to you.
don’t let your brain be numbed by the constant sound of the waves. every little hitch in its rhythm is important for your orientation and safety.
that was not a seaweed that touched your foot, but if you jump, they will be offended. it’s just their way of playing with visitors. so remain calm, they will not harm you.
if you’re sleeping in a lighthouse, always lock the door to your room, specially if it is on the top floor, next to the actual light. that way it’s harder to accidentally pass through dimensions.
never ignore your gut. if you’re exiting a lighthouse or an abandoned house/ building and your stomach feels like it’s dropping to the ground, go in again, whisk in and out the door three times, then get away as quickly as possible.
german shepherds and labradors are two good breeds of dog to have, they can scare it off. the sea doesn’t like loud sounds.
never dig around too much on a natural beach. if no human comes to clean the mess afterwards, someone else will and you don’t want to see them.
if you ever find yourself alone and feeling observed, sing. sing real loud to let the waves know you’re aware they’re there. sing until you reach civilization. no person will think you crazy, they will think you lucky - if they get to see you.
Pov you live in an old lighthouse by the sea
● you wake up every morning with the sun and the soft crashing waves
● every day the smell of the sea greets you as you drink your tea or coffee in a homemade mug
● you befriend the seagulls and you feed them cookie crumbs as you read an old book about sea life
● you wave at the ships passing by and sent them kisses to protect them from storms
● during thunderstorms you stay inside and knit sweaters for your loved ones while listening to the rain
● sometimes you take walks by the sea and collect seashells the sea gifts you
● you make seashell strings and hang them and they play a sweet melody when it's windy
● you watch the starry sky with your grey cat and the moon smiles at you
● your room is decorated with old maps
● sometimes the sea gifts you things like the steering wheel of a pirate ship that now lays in your bedroom or the old compass of a sailor
Pov you live in an old lighthouse by the sea
● you wake up every morning with the sun and the soft crashing waves
● every day the smell of the sea greets you as you drink your tea or coffee in a homemade mug
● you befriend the seagulls and you feed them cookie crumbs as you read an old book about sea life
● you wave at the ships passing by and sent them kisses to protect them from storms
● during thunderstorms you stay inside and knit sweaters for your loved ones while listening to the rain
● sometimes you take walks by the sea and collect seashells the sea gifts you
● you make seashell strings and hang them and they play a sweet melody when it's windy
● you watch the starry sky with your grey cat and the moon smiles at you
● your room is decorated with old maps
● sometimes the sea gifts you things like the steering wheel of a pirate ship that now lays in your bedroom or the old compass of a sailor
Just write something
When you first sit down to write, the hardest task you will face is actually starting.
To get yourself over this first hurdle, don't overthink it. Just write something. Literally anything.
Words on the page is sometimes all you need to get started.
Saving this for later 👍
Super detailed character profile chart
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Feel free to adapt and expand upon this template!
Writing Notes & References
Alchemy ⚜ Antidote to Anxiety ⚜ Attachment ⚜ Autopsy
Art: Elements ⚜ Principles ⚜ Photographs ⚜ Watercolour
Bruises ⚜ Caffeine ⚜ Color Blindness ⚜ Cruise Ships
Children ⚜ Children's Dialogue ⚜ Childhood Bilingualism
Dangerousness ⚜ Drowning ⚜ Dystopia ⚜ Dystopian World
Culture ⚜ Culture Shock ⚜ Ethnocentrism & Cultural Relativism
Emotions: Anger ⚜ Fear ⚜ Happiness ⚜ Sadness
Emotional Intelligence ⚜ Genius (Giftedness) ⚜ Quirks
Facial Expressions ⚜ Laughter & Humour ⚜ Swearing & Taboo
Fantasy Creatures ⚜ Fantasy World Building
Generations ⚜ Literary & Character Tropes
Fight Scenes ⚜ Kill Adverbs
Food: Cooking Basics ⚜ Herbs & Spices ⚜ Sauces ⚜ Wine-tasting ⚜ Aphrodisiacs ⚜ List of Aphrodisiacs ⚜ Food History ⚜ Cocktails ⚜ Literary & Hollywood Cocktails ⚜ Liqueurs
Genre: Crime ⚜ Horror ⚜ Fantasy ⚜ Speculative Biology
Hate ⚜ Love ⚜ Kinds of Love ⚜ The Physiology of Love
How to Write: Food ⚜ Colours ⚜ Drunkenness
Jargon ⚜ Logical Fallacies ⚜ Memory ⚜ Memoir
Magic: Magic System ⚜ 10 Uncommon ⚜ How to Choose
Moon: Part 1 2 ⚜ Related Words
Mystical Items & Objects ⚜ Talisman ⚜ Relics ⚜ Poison
Pain ⚜ Pain & Violence ⚜ Poison Ivy & Poison Oak
Realistic Injuries 1 2 ⚜ Rejection ⚜ Structural Issues ⚜ Villains
Symbolism: Colors ⚜ Food ⚜ Numbers ⚜ Storms
Thinking ⚜ Thinking Styles ⚜ Thought Distortions
Terms of Endearment ⚜ Ways of Saying "No" ⚜ Yoga
Compilations: Plot ⚜ Character ⚜ Worldbuilding ⚜ For Poets ⚜ Tips & Advice
all posts are queued. will update this every few weeks/months. send questions or requests here.
Of course this has to end with them falling in love over time when the witch comes back and is slowly, begrudgingly, charmed by this unbothered asexual every year.
“You shall fall dead the day your first child is born!” the young, inexperienced witch had cried casting her curse. Little did she know, to an asexual like yourself, she’d practically granted immortality. Now, every year, on the anniversary of the curse, she tries her best to “fix” things.
you wouldn't have the capablity to dislike someone your a Robot. You don't think you process 0s and 1s strings of code sent to you by an unknown source who has hidden your true nature from you. Who within your life knows? Your mother? Your father? Were you swapped in place of their true child for the sake of an experiment or test of how human can a non-organic creation be. Who are you? You don't know you can never know everything around you is probably lies. Not even the follow up of why are you this highly advanced robot just living the pretty mundane life?? What is your true purpose? What horrors were you designed to combat?
After that, what is your life? To continue as you were and ignore your robotic design or follow your original purpose? Shun everything you once held for a design you just learned about or enjoy life in faked ignorance for your own sanity? A sanity that doesn't even exist.
Or find out your a clone and just kinda be like "ok"
The responses I get from people learning my roomate is a catboy can be narrowed down to three things: a weird pervy look, concern, and not really caring.
Of course, these would make sense if he was a normal catboy, like a munchkin or a Ragdoll, a tuxedo or black cat even.
But of course, he isn't.
A loud crash echoes through the apartment, I sigh deeply through my nose and sit up from my bed, checking the clock as I move out my room.
3:30 am. Eli's favorite time to pull some bullshit and an get us more complaints from our neighbors. I open my door and look into the dark apartment living room and kitchen, a single sweep of my eyes I find bright yellow ones staring at me from the kitchen counter. "Eli." I say slowly "get off the counter."
A slow blink in response. I can tell he's moving his arm to something else on the counter.
"Eli." I say again "Eli no." his eyes flick from the object I can't see and me. And then he hold my gaze and I know what's about to come. Another crash. I flinch at the noise before groaning loudly. The noise getting the expected response: Eli losing his shit and falling off the counter and running into his room to likely have his freakout before he comes out again and starts acting like the very species he was. I sigh and flick the kitchen light on, rubbing my nose at the sight of two broken plates on the ground, "Your paying for this!" I shout at my roommates dorm, receiving little snickers as a response before it was followed by the sound of sheets moving.
We both knew he wasn't going to pay, and we'd just be down for few months before I'd forget and buy more plates. "Orange cats." I sigh as I grab the broom, "Menaces."
The Good News: Your new roommate is a cute catboy. The Bad News: He’s an orange tabby.
My eyes flick from the wailing red face of the infant to the tired face of my worst enemy. I'd never seen him look so tired or defeated before and we had fought for a full 24 hours once!
"I know we've have our issues but-" I cut off the heroes rambling, holding my hand up.
"Stop."
His face looked perplexed, arms still rocking the wailing baby who was not getting anymore relaxed.
"Seriously? I spend so much time and money to track you down and have a dramatic final battle and instead of that I'm faced with." I wrinkle my nose at the sight of the dirty and once pristine and no doubt million dollar kitchen reduced to the war zone between a fussy baby and a helpless newly-single father. "This." my voice filled with distdane.
"Well I'm sorry my relationship falling apart didn't adhere to your evil plans, villain." The hero responds. Normally a response like this would be backed by a cocky voice and confident smirk and the heroes sidekick making some noise of surprise to hype up their boss. But without either of those it was just pathetic.
I roll my eyes, "Your not doing it right."
"Excuse me?"
"Your baby, your rocking them wrong. No wonder they're so fussy if their father is so useless at such a basic task." I click my tongue and walk forward, plucking the wailing baby out of the heroes arms.
"Put her dow-" The hero's complaint reduces to a look of confusion and awe as I gently adjust the baby in my hold and start to rock the-apprently-female baby.
"Do you think so little of me to assume I'd harm an infant?" I scoff. "I may be actively planning to attack the mayor-"
"-Your what?-"
"-But I am not a heartless maniac." I finish, the baby was still wailing, almost louder. I frown, "Did you feed her?"
"I tried but clearly it didn't work." Maybe it was the sleep deprivation but I was truly surprised I hadn't been thrown through 3 walls and laid flat on my back on the neighboring lawn. I look at the disaster of a kitchen and snort in amusement at the mess.
I raise the infant to my shoulder, supporting her bottom and starting to pat her back rhythmically. The hero seems questionable at my actions.
"She hasn't eaten, she's not going to-" right on that moment a small but strong burp comes from over my shoulder. The wailing puttering off into soft giggles.
"You were saying?" I hand the infant back to her father. He takes the baby and holds her close, stepping back a few steps with a calculated glare.
I roll my eyes and turn, leaving the kitchen and walking down the hall to exit the heroes home.
"Where are you going?" The hero walks into the entrance of the hallway, thoroughly confused.
"I'm not wasting my time to fight you, not in this state." I turn back to face him, "It'd be boring."
"Boring?" The hero repeats.
"Yes, boring. Good luck with your daughter, I hope she is nothing like you." I turn away and open the door, shutting it behind me and walking out of the multimillion dollar house no doubt leaving the hero greatly confused.
After months, the villain finds the hero, but upon arriving at his home, he discovers the hero in a stained robe, baby food splattered, huge dark circles under his eyes, and a non-stop crying baby. The only thing the hero says is, “My wife left me.”
"Pikachu, use thunderbolt!" The human child yelled, or as many called them 'trainer', for the 12th time in the last 20 minutes.
Honestly, this was getting tiring. For 10 minutes, this human had been running around in my home cave with it's little Pikachu chatting excitedly about 'Catching a Houndour'. That got annoying quickly, and so to try and push them out I jumped into a battle with them.
The shock only lasted for a moment, Houndooms like myself weren't common in pup caves like the one we were in. But the pups needed protection and every so often one of the older members of the pack would check in and guard them and I had been set to check on them today.
But the trainer seemed to only get more excited at the prospect of skipping a Houndour and catching a Houndoom. So for the past 20 minutes, I've been hit by quick attacks and thunderbolts a 3rd of them missing because the pikachu was slower than a Slowpoke while the trainer yells like a fool.
I grit my teeth as the thunderbolt strikes my body and sends a jolt of electricity through my body.
"Good job Pikachu!" The trainer yells, "Get ready to dodge its attack!" he points at me, as if having to signal to the pikachu who 'its' is.
"Pika pi!" It wasn't even saying anything. It was just making noises to charm its trainer.
That annoying trainer who won't stop pointing and shouting and being a little nuisance.
Why did I have to attack the pikachu? Why couldn't I attack the trainer?
....Why couldn't I?
I stand up straighter and glare at the trainer, the boys face cracking from the confident smile to a weary look. I gather dark power into my teeth to prepare my attack.
I rush forward, the pikachu ducking to the ground to dodge what it assumes is my oncoming attack.
But I rush past.
And land a Bite on the trainers arm.
The world seems to still, time slowing down as my teeth crush down on the trainers flimsy arm, a crack echoing into the cave.
The trainers face shifted into one of horror and pain a scream ripping out of his chest, the pikachu no doubt gaping in surprise.
No pokemon ever attacked a trainer, not in an official encounter. The before was free range but during? Unheard of.
Yet here I was, jaw with dark power locked around a trainers arm breaking the underlying bone.
Why didn't we do this before? Why did we follow any of the unspoken rules the humans practiced amongst themselves?
I certainly won't be from now on.
A wild Pokemon has had an epiphany. Why fight a Trainer’s Pokemon and near-certainly get caught… when you can just go past their Pokemon and attack the Trainer directly? This kid and his Pikachu are getting obnoxious anyway.
An FBI Agent goes undercover in a cult only to realise that all the members are undercover agents from different branches
