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I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, I have not been at the computer at all recently and this time I can't use hockey as an excuse, I am very sorry!!! Anyway here~~
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Supernatural Romances make NO sense - A Random Opinion
Here's the thing: As much as I enjoy these concepts or tropes, they don't make sense when you take the time to think about it. Don't believe me? Let's go down the list then.
Vampire romances: The concept of a vampire romance really doesn't make sense when you take just five minutes to add all the aspects together.
Sure, it can be intriguing or whatever (especially if there’s a unique way in which the premise is handled), but let's really boil down the contents of its true implications here.
A vampire is a creature that feeds on human blood. Vampire romances USUALLY (not all the time, but usually) involve a vampire falling for a human rather than a vampire falling for another vampire.
Let me say this again. Vampire, which eats humans---then has stories where they then fall for humans.
That's like a chupacabra hooking up with a goat. What sense does it make for a creature to fall in love with something it usually tends to eat?
Even if the said predator of this relationship has no intention of eating their mate or harming them---would you, as a rational person, feel comfortable knowing that your partner has to harm YOUR species and eat them for their own survival? I highly doubt it.
"Oh, I know you kill people and drink their blood, but I know you won't kill ME! I'm just DIFFERENT--"
It literally makes no sense.
Zombie romances: Zombie romances make even less sense to me. Because now instead of a creature that simply wants your blood, it’s a creature that quite literally wants to rip your stomach open and eat your intestines like Twizzlers.
At least with a vampire, you could just have IV blood bags for them to drink to put off their thirst for a WHILE. But when it comes to zombies, they literally rely on eating the WHOLE entirety of the human.
Once again, it’s like a chupacabra dating a goat. Oh, but what if the zombie doesn’t want to eat or harm their partner?
Well, then we get into even more ethically concerning details on the human’s part. Because aren’t zombies walking corpses that eat people? And if a human is willing to date or become uh…'entangled’ with a zombie, isn’t that a form of necrophilia since the zombie is literally just a man-eating corpse?
Sure, we could argue whether or not zombies are living or non-living. But let's be honest here: the majority of the time, zombies do not look cute. They are rotting parts of their bodies, they look dead, they smell horrible, they’re covered in blood, and sometimes missing a limb or two. If you’re unironically attracted to that in real life or something (not including those who JUST like the stories for the stories), you are mentally ill—there’s no way around it for me. You are attracted to something that looks like a corpse. That in itself is necrophilia and it’s honestly gross from an incredibly literal standpoint.
Even if the zombie were to look like some cutesy/idealistic anime character or something, it still doesn't change the fact that this thing's practically DEAD.
Sure, like vampire romances, it could be interesting depending on the intricacies of the story. But it still makes no sense when you write it down on paper. Wow, you’re dating a creature that looks dead and has to fight off the urge to eat people every single second they're on this planet. How quirky.
Ghost romances: Ghost romances also don’t make sense on paper. Now, this one is a bit more loose in my opinion since ghost archetypes are often experimented with in terms of what they can do or not do. It’s just one of those things where it really depends on the story world and the premise it's placed in. However, from the very cultural and general stance of how ghosts work, they can’t touch anything (except when it's to conveniently scare people, so even then, their intangibility is transient) and they can’t age.
I’m sorry, but aren’t the driving points of a romance being able to see the characters display affection and/or get old together? And if a ghost can’t touch anything, what’s the point in being romantically involved with someone you can’t kiss? I get there’s long distance relationships, but if they’re in the same room with you—why would you want that?
Even if the subject of physical intimacy wasn’t an issue, there’s still the prospect of aging. Because if your boo (pun intended) died young and is a ghost, that means they’re physically stuck at that age forever. Even if they were to be centuries older than you, wouldn’t it be weird to see some elderly person smooching on a young looking supernatural?
Let me put it like this. A human woman at 25 years old is in a relationship with a male ghost. The said male ghost died at 30. Sure, she could get away with dating him for another five or ten years, but eventually, the human woman ages in appearance physically and looks older than her ghost partner. And if she lives long enough, she’s gonna be 80 while her boo still looks 30. You’re seriously telling me that DOESN’T look weird from the outside? Wouldn't you be weirded out if some super old person was smooching up with someone decades younger than them?
At that point, to avoid any oddities, you’d be better off killing yourself in whatever spot they’re stuck to so you wouldn’t have to worry about aging out of proportion in the relationship (and if not aging, then to touch them). That sounds like a lot more work than it’s worth.
Werewolf romances: Werewolf romances are the only sort of supernatural romance I could possibly get behind—and even then, it’s still highly dependent on how the said story chooses to handle the workings of lycanthropy.
At least with this partner, they most likely can turn humans who won’t HAVE to kill you out of survival. You don’t have to be sorry about some super weird complex age gap. And you can touch them. Sounds like a pretty decent basis so far. BUT there’s always a catch.
A werewolf is (duh) a person who can turn into a wolf (or wolf-like monster). When it comes to these beings, it really is a roll of the dice. Because some versions will make them seem they have no thought process or control at all—whereas others give them complete control. So to call a werewolf automatically dangerous to the well being of their human partner is rather tough to say off the bat. Though, I do know that all of that fur that sheds off of them will be annoying to deal with (and that’s not even counting all of the things they might chew up---like your shoes).
And while I would be inclined to agree that being in a relationship with a werewolf could most definitely be a form of beastiality, at the very LEAST a werewolf can revert back into a human the majority of the time. So as long as you’re only doing stuff with them as a human, you should technically be fine, right?
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I still don’t find much appeal in becoming romantically involved with someone who can become some giant creepy wolf abomination, but at least there’s SOME things in there you COULD manipulate depending on which universe you land into.
Overall, while I do think supernatural romances are indeed a fun concept (and I DO tend to enjoy some of these stories), there’s no way in HECK I think they’re ACTUALLY plausible (unless you add some major--MAJOR--plot armor).
Something Shiny (2019)
Azur Lane thought on my dousjin
its not gonna give me high reputation posting this draft but here it is...just some ideas that go through my turd of brain ack...
I was thinking how can I put it in such way that when I write a story it doesn't ruin my time spent on other things in life, ultimately writing erotic ideas is way more fun to the point of way too much power... Putting chains on me is difficult to do. I thought to just write notes or small pieces of story and move on, but then I want to progress into it, dwell within.
Ultimately, I need to have more discipline on myself.
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Deep inside a small town in the north of Spain lays hidden an academy, which name, despite being Spanish, is “Cherrific Sunflower Academy”. Only the smartest and most special students get the chance to study there.
Our protagonist was luck struck, however.
Rain was a normal student, though his great memory has achieved them nothing but the best grades in his class- despite being quite the knucklehead.
Rain was the emo-gothic kind that made them stand out in the crowd.
They were part of a DID system, along side ‘Society’(as he liked to be called). They were polar opposites of each other, while Rain was quiet, shy and sometimes optimistic, Society was the jokester, arrogant and confident type. As much as Rain recognised Society’s job within the system and appreciated what he did for the both of them, they still thought he was kind of annoying.
Rain was ecstatic, he had been accepted in the Academy, not even Society could ruin her mood, he was finally ready! After a week that had gone by so slowly it felt like it had been a month long, everything was ready for their new adventure.
They arrived to the train station where she would be taken towards their exciting destiny.
He had meticulously chosen her clothes the night before; the blue sweater with the embroidered cloud on the chest, the checkered black and white skirt, blue and black striped tights and their trusty converse; everything was blue, it was their favourite colour after all, so much so his hair is blue as well.
She carried his backpack and two suitcases, and was very much lost, as much as he was excited and nervous to find their train.
After running around for a while and asking a couple of people he finally found it, rushing inside to leave his baggage in its pertinent place.
Once the whole ordeal is over, he sat down, letting out a big sigh of relief while grabbing her MP3. It had been a chore to find the train, but now she could put his headphones on and forget of the world around them.
Or so he thought.
‘What are you doing?’
Society’s annoying tone rang through his ears, making them sigh once more, trying to ignore them into shutting up.
It obviously didn’t work, it never did.
‘I was going to listen to some music, maybe even try to sleep a bit.’ Rain whispered as a response, she didn’t want anyone to think he was crazy.
Society and him had found out really early on after finding out they were a system that communicating with each other by talking out loud was better for the both of them.
‘Damn bitch, you’re a walking emo stereotype.’ Society snorted out, chuckling to himself.
Rain rolled his eyes and put his earphones on, tunning in some MCR for the trip, slowly falling asleep as the train started.
Five hours of a trip later, Rain woke up confused and disoriented. It took them a couple minutes to regain her composure, stretching her arms while he sat up.
The train had stopped twenty minutes ago and he was the only passenger still around. He grabbed their stuff feeling a bit dumb and rushed to the exit like a bat out of hell.
Once they were out of the station he found herself in front of the forest that hid the Academy.
“This is going to be a long day.” He thought after yawning and groaning.
He felt like had been walking the entire day, they could’ve sworn she had swallowed at least three of four spiderwebs by accident and they had to fight against so many branches. He had lost some of those fights, not that she’d admit to it anyways.
But when she arrived to the Academy, it almost felt like it had been worth it. Almost.
They were a mess. The bits of spiderwebs on her hair and clothes, the small branches and all the dirt and dust from the forest would take forever to clean.
“This is my favourite sweater too.” He thought.
Rain stepped inside the building, finally. She looked around the entrance, maybe expecting someone to show them around or welcome her at the very least, but everyone was way too busy getting to wherever they had to be to greet the new emo guy that looked like she had escaped from the set of Man vs. Wild.
‘Whatever,’ he mumbled, ‘I’ll find my way around.’
After thinking about it for a few seconds, though, it was for the best that no one focused on them, he hated being the center of attention.
With a newfound relief, they spotted the map of the school. Thanks to their great memory, they managed to memorise it quite fast.
She scanned it for a second and found the dorm area.
He was staying in room 313. Being in Spain that meant he would be laughed at relentlessly.
They got upstairs to the third floor, and then walked through a long, empty hallway to get to his bedroom’s door. She carefully pushed it open and slouched against it after having closed it.
He gets settled in quite quickly. As much as you could consider ‘settling in somewhere’ when he was just throwing his stuff around the room.
Once he was done, she decided to check the bathroom, he could use some cleaning after all.
The bathroom was cramped, or ‘cosy’, as Rain had tried to convince themselves it was, but it did the job just fine. He removed all the bits of spiderweb and tiny branches from himself and then threw them away in the tiny trashcan near the sink.
She got undressed and left the clothes in a corner so he could wash their face.
He removed her makeup and looked at himself in the mirror.
“Oh how cute,” he thought, “panda eyes, because of the make up, silly.”
She giggled to himself and cleaned their face properly, leaving the bathroom in his underwear, getting one of their suitcases and grabbing a big shirt from it.
He put it in and tied their hair up in a ponytail so they could began undoing their baggage, putting everything in place for real this time.
The room was actually okay, a good size with a private bathroom and one of those bunk beds with a small desk, shelf, chair and small closet.
After putting everything away, settling her books on the shelf, dressing the bed with his own sheets and all the gist, Rain laid down on the bed.
‘So, what do you think?’ He asked out loud.
‘Could be worse, I guess.’ Society answered.
‘Yeah…’ He sighed, they could be a bit more supportive, couldn’t hurt.
‘Now’s when the fun begins.’ She heard him chuckling, making Rain raise an eyebrow.
‘The fun? What’s the fun part?’ He questioned, crossing their arms.
‘Yeah, dumbass, the fun part, seeing you try to socialize and fail miserably at it.’ He cackled loudly.
‘Ugh! You’re the worst! I swear that-’
A soft knock knock was heard in the door, making Rain stand up immediately and open it.
After it was opened, a couple of figures was revealed;
One was tall, her blonde hair was short and she had freckles all over her face, the other one was more of a standard height, brown, curly hair tied in a messy bun, greyish-blueish eyes and had a small beauty spot above her lip.
‘Hi newbie!’ The blonde one greeted her. ‘I’m Tere, and this is Patri, and we came to give you your super duper exclusive tour!’ She explained in a way-too-excited tone.
‘Shhh, no need for yelling, we’re right in front of them.’ The other girl, Patri, said, she seemed way quieter than Tere.
‘Yeah, sorry, welp! What do you say, erm..’
‘Rain.’
‘Rain! Do you want to come with us?’ Tere asked with a big smile in her face.
Rain nodded, letting out a small laugh. He put some shorts on, tied her shoes, untied their hair and left the room, closing the door behind them.
The two girls showed him around, Tere pointed to the most interesting places, and Patri added more information wherever it was needed. After a long and tiring tour around the Academy, the three of them settle down in a table on the cafeteria to have a nice talk.
‘Hey Rain,’ Tere caught her attention, ‘have you heard about the legend of the Mary Sue?’
‘Oh God are you still blabbering about that?!’ Patri sighed, resting her head on her hands.
‘It’s fun! Plus, it could be true, we don’t know for sure.’
‘Whatever you say.’ Patri mumbled.
Rain seemed curious, and so Tere started the story.
‘So apparently a few years back there was this student here named Mary Sue, and it’s said that she was the best and people loved her, basically she was the most popular girl in school, but then, one day, she got lost on the forest following a supernatural event, or whatever, and people say you can hear her voice in stormy nights.’
Once she was over, Tere looked at Rain, who had a frightened expression in their face.
‘Woah, there goes the off chance of me going back into the forest, that sounds so scary!’
‘It’s, like, a legend, so don’t think about it too much.’ Patri added, rolling her eyes.
Tere’s expression changed from “Are you scared about my horror story yet?” to “What’s your issue?” while looking at Patri, visibly offended that she had changed the atmosphere from her little show.
A group of students walked in the cafeteria, all of them wearing eccentric clothing and colourful hair.
‘Who’s that?’ Rain asked, pointing towards the group with their head.
‘Oh? Them? People call them “constellation”, I think.’ Patri answered, crossing her arms over her chest. ‘They’re popular, people love them, ugh! I can’t stand them at all!’
‘Totally, I’m so jealous of them.’ Tere mumbled.
Rain nodded slightly, her eyes stuck on the group with admiration, he really liked their style, and their colourful hair was really cool.
‘Honestly I think they’re a bit weird.’ Patri said, putting her hand over her chest and shrugging her shoulders.
‘Hm? Why?’ Rain asked, finally looking back at the two of them.
‘From what I’ve heard they’re supernatural beings with powers- or something.’ Tere answered, taking a bite of whatever she had ordered before, Rain wasn’t really paying attention.
‘I think it’s all bullshit, not really realistic is it?’
‘You’re so boring Patri, always taking the fun from stuff.’ Tere huffed.
‘I’m just being realistic!’
‘What else can you tell me about them, Tere?’ Rain asked, their eyes following Constellation around once again.
‘Oh yeah,’ she began talking, pointing to every member as she described them, ‘Ángelica, they say she’s an angel, he’s really good at music and is the best dancer in school. The twins are Candy and Lolly, supposedly they’re both alicorns? Candy is the best at sports and Lolly is smarter, pony’s in the debate club. Kitty is the one with cat ears and fur, cat’s this mix between an anthropomorphic cat and a zombie, nya doesn’t talk, honestly miau is kinda cute. Then we have Neon, they’re the cool-skater kind, they’re also a boxer and has great gymnastic abilities. Sam, ugh, Sam is a very rude demon, always being sarcastic and mysterious, you get the gist, he’s really into occultism and some say they do satanic ritual thingies in the forest, but I don’t know how true that is.’
Rain nodded, quite a bit surprised about the whole group, very much out of the norm, he thought they were cool. He would love to be one of them. She looked at them once more, but then noticed a girl sitting in the corner of the cafeteria. She wasn’t really that noticeable, which kinda made Rain feel intrigued by her, he pointed to her and asked Tere;
‘What about her?’
‘Him? That’s Ann Smith, or something like that, she popped out one day, I don’t think I’ve ever talked to her, uhm, Patri?’ She answered and looked at her friend.
‘That’s it, basically, people don’t really close to them, they say she’s boring, so boring that you’ll fall asleep talking to her.’
They looked at each other and then at Rain, who simply nodded.
First day in the academy and Rain had not only made friends, but he had also learned about the school’s legend, seen the cool group and heard about the least cool person around. She didn’t tend to forget people like that easily anyways.
next chapter>>
Deadly magic!!
The usually cemetery was unusually loud today, as loud as a funeral can get. Axel was loved by many, their death bringing a whole crowd of people together, their whole family reunited to mourn them.
The contrasts between people that loved them and were forced to be there was quite obvious, only one group was sobbing over the deceased in front of them.
The priest finished the ceremony, closing the casket and burying it at last.
Unlucky for them, the waste dump on the lake near their tomb woke them up from their slumber. Once they opened their eyes, they banged on the casket’s lid erratically. Their tomb was shallow, such a commotion made the bell on their grave sound frantically. They managed to dig their way out, leaving the gravedigger terrified. Once he took a good look at them he ran away as fast as he could, not looking back.
‘So rude,’ they thought as they dusted off their clothes, ‘didn’t even let me thank him.’
They made their way to the entrance, catching a glimpse of themselves on the gravedigger’s shed’s window. Axel let out a yelp; the bottom half of their skull was missing as well as some patches of skin, which was a yellowish-greenish colour, their hair is now thin and ash brown.
They ran their hands over what remained of their face, trying to take it all in.
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Story time!
I was a theatre kid in high school. After our opening night it was tradition for all of the cast and crew to go to AppleBees to celebrate and then be there until 2-3 am. In my senior year we had one kid from a different high school join us. He was a really nice guy and worked extremely hard. We also had elementary school and middle school students in a few scenes for the sake of getting more parents to buy our tickets. One of those middle school students was the guy’s younger brother. So when we all went to AppleBees those two guys came with us. I sat next to the little brother and my sibling.
The kid is on his phone, most likely feeling awkward about being the only middle schooler surrounded by high school students. I ended up seeing what he was doing on l his phone. Kid was watching My Little Pony Friendship is Magic. So I ask “Hey are you watching My Little Pony?” My sibling overheard this and started looking at the kid. The kid looks shocked and mortified because two seniors in high school just caught him watching MLP. So imagine his surprise when we start gushing and asking question because we too watch MLP.
We were like “OMG! Who is your favorite character? How far are you? How long have you been into it?”
This kid was in SHOCK that two kids 4 years older than him watched a show that a lot of people in his own age group would tease him about. He was a little timid, but we spent the rest of the night talking about MLP with him.
Never be afraid to be into something you love. It does t matter if it’s technically a show made for kids. That does not make your enjoyment less valid and you never know who might be into the same thing you are.
Also yes, while I am not as into it now, I still consider myself a MLP fan.
Some attacks I did on artfight for Darkest-Kasia! Her links are here: https://www.deviantart.com/darkestkasia , https://www.instagram.com/darkest_kasia/ , https://toyhou.se/DarkestKasia
(of course the characters belong to her)
A Turn In The Wrong Direction Driving takes ages, the roads to Kara looked like it'll go on forever. She hadn't slept for hours now. She had to find her. Her eyes began to fall, leaving her in a daze. Everything was shaky. "I can't rest now, I have to keep moving forward.." All of a sudden, CRASH! The front of her vehicle hit the end of a metal post keeping cars from falling off the edge and ending one's life, though the car didn’t stop but instead slid to its left due to the incline of the ground. The impact made Kara jump and hit her head hard on her car door. Darkness consumed her. In her mind she thought of water, the thought of the ocean sinking her slowly to the bottom. She wasn’t afraid of drowning, in fact she was rather calm, the sounds of the waves soothed her nerves making her forget reality in total. Forgetting her current situation in the real world. The feeling of water swishing around her, seeing the little bubbles of trapped air created from small fishes with their small fins swimming past her still body. But, deep in her psyche she knew this couldn’t be reality. She desperately wanted to ignore it and sleep in the cool water. The back of her head then started to pinch uncomfortably making her finally face that her fantasy was coming to an end, maybe even her own life would come to an end as well if she wasn’t careful. No, she couldn’t let herself go that easily, not even for this life to go on for infinity. She still had one last objective to be filled. Not only did the pain in her head get only worse but she felt a light touch on her neck. Not pressing too much for it to hurt the same but instead a tap as if something was trying to poke dead roadkill with a stick thinking it will magically come alive.. The darkness came back again, her breathing began to get raspy as she was pulled into reality once more. She breathed heavily, lightly opening her eyes she saw a figure that looked like her car, of course it was wrecked, but was on the ledge, about 8 or more feet above her. She couldn't open her door, she pressed against it keeping the wight steady as it was the only thing that was keeping it from falling with her in it. Though it could only hold it for so long. Hearing a few small rocks fall near the vehicle two hands grabbed rhe door prying it open and swiftly began to pick her body up and ran, she didn’t open her eyes as she didn’t want to see the tragedy of her mission being unsuccessful and only get much more difficult, but at least she didn’t die from her own vehicle. She heard an explosion in the distance behind her. The sound of metal crashing and and the smell of smoke from blazing flames. When she lightly opened her eyes she saw a little town in the distance...
The day I met my doppelganger.. of sorts
I love shopping and one day me and my husband, as usual, went together to the local mall and did a lot of grocery shopping. Luckily that day the queue at the checkout was quite small and as we stood in one line we both noticed that the cashier looked just like me!
A short but thinner version of me to be exact but our facial features were so similar! She looked at me almost the same time we looked at her and we could see her surprise.
Me and her, we both started giggling at the same time, controlling so other people won’t think that we’re making fun of them.
I was really surprised and my hubby nicknamed her as my twin and from that day onwards no matter how rush her counter was, I’d checkout there itself.
Oddest thing was we both smiled at each other happily, but neither of us knew the other’s name — probably because it felt like we knew each other with just uttering “Hi” and “Thankyou, bye”.
For some reason it felt more comfortable just smiling. Then she left the job and we moved to another city. But still remembering those moments make me smile.
This has made me curious to see what kind of people I’ll meet in the future, whether they be friendly or not. It’ll be interesting none the less.
Really wish I had the art skills to make a comic about my raider, vehicle worshiping colony who I based off of War Boys and biker gangs who, after defending against a raid, found a fertilized Saurid egg from one of the dead raiders and kept it.
It hatched after a few days, sitting ideally by my researcher and popped out a lil blue Saurid baby who I named Komoda and the entire gang INSTANTLY accepted her.
These badass biker gang raiders whos diet is 50% flake and chemshine all gained full social acceptance of this baby and all pitch in to help play and take care of her, like one big happy fucked up family.
I imagine one of my colonist John, who was one of the first impids to join and the now leader, wearing one of those baby harness things with Komoda in it as they go for a ride to the nearest settlement to trade.
I absolutely love the story telling in Rimworld.