In conclusion, 8bit is pretty much js money grubbers and they are probably NOT saving the budget for U-20, high chance that the U-20 game animation will be js as bad as what we have rn
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Like the link has stated, the animators are artists too, they want to be able to release work that they themselves are proud of, but their scenes are pretty much js getting cut out to meet deadlines, and not to mention the low pay and work conditions.
So if you want to blame someone, blame the greedy studio.
Pls reblog to let others know, don't keep going after the animators for S2, they've tried their best, take your anger and disappointment out on the studio instead
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The moon hung low over OâBlock, casting a silver glow on the graffiti-covered streets as Shidou Ryusei leaned against his patched-up car. The vehicle screamed chaosâlike its ownerâwith spray-painted flames, missing hubcaps, and a horn that sounded like a bansheeâs wail. You sat on the hood, arms crossed, already regretting letting Shidou talk you into this madness.
"Okay, let me get this straight," you said, narrowing your eyes. "You wanna crash their weddingâthe people who literally tried to jump you last week for stealing their snacks?"
Shidouâs grin was wide, wild, and unapologetic. "Exactly, babe. What better way to say, âno hard feelingsâ than showinâ up uninvited and makinâ it unforgettable?"
"By unforgettable, you mean âstarting a war,â right?"
He shrugged, pulling a stolen bottle of cheap champagne from his car. "Tomato, tomahto. Câmon, live a little. You love chaos."
Before you could argue, he popped the cork, sprayed it in the air, and strutted toward the venueâa dimly lit community center with bass-heavy music vibrating the cracked windows. He shoved the doors open with a dramatic flair, startling the crowd inside.
The reception was in full swing: trap music blasting, kids running under tables, and a group of guys arm wrestling by the buffet. Shidouâs entrance was like throwing gasoline on a simmering fire. Heads turned. Conversations stopped. The bride froze mid-dance, her rhinestone-studded veil glinting under the flickering lights.
"WHO INVITED HIM?" someone shouted, pointing at Shidou like he was a walking felony.
"No one," Shidou replied, his voice dripping with mock sincerity. "But yâall looked like you could use some entertainment."
He grabbed a mic from the DJ booth, ignoring the furious glares from the bride and groom. "Alright, listen up, OâBlock! Congrats to the happy couple, blah blah, love is great, yada yada. But letâs be realâyâall didnât come here to see them smooch eachother all night. You came here to party."
He dropped the micânot figuratively, but literally. The mic hit the floor with a deafening screech, and before anyone could stop him, he was already moonwalking toward the buffet table.
"Shidou," you hissed, trailing after him. "Can you not make enemies out of everyone in this room?"
"Too late for that, babe," he said, grabbing a Styrofoam plate and piling it with ribs, mac ânâ cheese, and cornbread. "But donât worry, Iâm a people person."
The groom, a mountain of a man with tattoos covering every inch of visible skin, stormed over, veins bulging. "Shidou, you got three seconds to get outta here before Iâ"
"Relax, big guy," Shidou interrupted, shoving a rib into his mouth. "Iâm just here for the vibes."
The bride, now fuming, screamed, "GET HIM OUT!"
Shidou, unbothered, smirked at her. "Aw, donât be like that, chick. Youâll thank me later when this party goes viral."
And thatâs when he made his move. He grabbed the champagne towerâa precarious stack of plastic glasses filled with cheap bubblyâand chugged the top glass before kicking the whole thing over.
The room erupted.
"THATâS IT!" the groom roared, lunging at Shidou with fists flying.
Shidou ducked, his laughter echoing through the chaos. He grabbed a folding chair, wielding it like a WWE wrestler, and swung it wildly. "CâMON, WHO WANTS SOME?!"
The guests didnât need an invitation. Someone threw a plate of collard greens, another person launched a cake slice like a frisbee, and the DJ tried to escape but got tackled into the punch bowl.
You, stuck in the middle of the mayhem, ducked under a table as a full-blown food fight broke out. "Shidou, you lunatic! Do something before they kill us!"
Shidou, covered in frosting and grinning like a demon, slid under the table beside you. "Doing something is boring. Iâm here for the drama."
A bottle shattered nearby, and the groomâs voice boomed, "SHIDOU, YOUâRE DEAD!"
Shidou grabbed your hand, yanking you toward the exit. "Time to go, babe!"
"About time," you muttered, dodging a flying platter of ribs.
But Shidou, being Shidou, couldnât leave quietly. On the way out, he made a beeline for the towering three-tier cake and plunged his entire face into the bottom tier, emerging wirh frosting smeared across his face and a chunk of cake in his hand. "DELICIOUS!"
The groom lunged at him again, fists flying.
Shidou dodged effortlessly, laughting like a maniac. "Yo, chill! Ain't this supposed to be the happiest day of your life?"
You ducked as a chair flew past your head. "Shidou, now we really need to leave!"
"Not until i get a souvenir!" He yelled back, grabbing the wedding cake topperâa gaudy figurine of the bride and groomâand stuffed it into his pocket. Then, for good measure, he flipped the DJâs table, sending equipment crashing to the floor.
"YâALL HAVE A GREAT NIGHT!" he yelled, sprinting to his car with you in tow.
The second you were both inside, he floored it, tires screeching as you sped off into the night. The sound of chaos faded behind you, replaced by the roar of the engine and Shidouâs uncontrollable laughter.
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Not sure if this is an already used headcannon but..... vampire nightwings? What do you think?
As in, vampirism as an explanation for their powers (mind reading, future sight) or just a general thing they do?
They're very connected to the moon (to the point where full moons decide their powers) and that moreso reminds me of "moonblinking" from the Guardians of Gahoole books. I could definitely see hypnotism happening in the volcano-era, to raise dragonets up to be obedient soldiers - and vampirism - a form of cannibalism - might pop up out of necessity since there isn't much prey to hunt on the volcano. The whole bat-vibe they have going on definitely also plays into that.
Maybe in the ancient times, before tribes were formed, their ancestors did prey on other dragons? And, assuming that animus magic and mind reading/future sight (and potentially leafspeak?) come from a similar "magical origin" and is passed down in their family bloodline (đ), maybe the pre-nightwings acquired their powers by consuming the blood of other dragons that had "magic"?
It's an interesting headcanon to think about, not something I have done before this ask though đ¤
for this hc i think it would be general vampirism! (fun fact: i was inspired by my albino nightwing oc that i might write about soon!) i also think that if the nightwings went back to the nightwing kingdom it would be rebuilt in a victorian-steampunk style.
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