I'd Write That

“Blaart.”

“Yip yap yap yip yap.”

“Blaaaaart.”

*protracted pause*

*frenzied kissing noises*

*frenzied gagging and spitting noises*

“BLAART.”

In both work and observing, I have learned something about kids. A lot of parents try to get their boys to go fight. Of the young ones that do, they tend to be shy. You get the ones who just swing the boffer swords around with no regard for life, but, mostly, they’re reserved. It’s adorable. I mean, they’re kids.

At which point this six-ish-year-old girl whips out her certificate from the axe throwing booth and says “Nah, I’m fine.”

if you don’t know what pokemon are considered popular, or if you don’t know if your favorite is popular, then uhhh. well. use your best judgement

Also this is an excuse to show off a commission I bought of two characters from that book, and I will never pass up that chance.

The moral is 'Love is great, but have you tried having an immortal soul so you can go to heaven?'

The Prince doesn't marry her. He marries a nun who is also a princess and who happens to look exactly like the mermaid.

He's not European, because Andersen thought Orientalism was hot. Orientalism also gave him the 1800s trope of...

The Little Mermaid spends her entire time on land as the Prince's concubine slave girl.

There's this messed up conversation where she's sitting on his lap and they're making out and he says he thinks of her as a child also he wants to marry her, but it's only because she looks like the nun he's in love with so he'll hold out for the real thing.

Most importantly, the nameless Sea Witch is even more awesome. She doesn't trick the mermaid into anything. The witch lays out all the horrible negatives of the spell, at every stage asking the mermaid if she's sure she wants to go through with this. Last she (correctly) warns the mermaid that after all that it still won't work and she won't get the prince, does she still want to take this deal??? And the mermaid does so okay, spell cast.

I honestly like the idea of it as a game, and it's too bad that it was really only important in the 1st book.

Honestly, I mostly don't have a lot of thoughts about it. It sounds like a kind of game (or maybe three kinds of game mashed together?) that I suspect I wouldn't enjoy much, but Penny et al seem to enjoy it.

I do wish we'd gotten a better idea of what's involved, though. Toybox seems to be an RTS, Candy is some kind of solo adventure with base-building elements, and Junkyard is... Spore-esque, maybe?

Avery Special from ‘please don’t tell my parents im queen of the dead’ by richard roberts - necromancer goals <3

and Sue! a shadow queen

(picrew used can be found here)

She, uh... has a new book being released in... uh, Tuesday, actually.

It has Ghost Cat Solvin' Mysteries in it. I don't know why I think Ghost Cat Solvin' Mysteries is the greatest thing. Maybe he just is.

Man, that book has so many robots.

In my upcoming Please Don't Tell My Parents I Saved The World Again I have a trans girl ghost obsessed with possessing beautiful, feminine robots! Not that the main character knows about the trans part, because I mean, it's not her business.

In the WIP I'm pausing mid-chapter to answer this notification, the main character's super power turns her into fear eating monsters. First stage, cute/sexy monster girls. Then they get more and more creepypasta horrible...

Not owls though.

They'd look at the bait attached to a pole held by one human. Look at that human, and the human next to them, holding a large net. Look back at the bait. Back at the humans. Repeat a few times.

And every time, without fail. Even ones that had to have seen this play out before. Even ones that had previously been caught and tagged themselves.

They'd go straight for the bait.

In my adolescence, I worked in a zoo. I worked in the building that held the raptor sector, and my sector held a couple of spillovers. Relevant, we had a blind owl. Detached retinas.

Sad? Yeah, sort of. It was also the most content animal I have ever encountered. It made capybaras look fidgety. It sat there all day with its head tilting slowly up and then snapping back, looking at floaters. It didn't need a cage. It never tried to fly. Put food right in front of its face and it would eat.