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Importance in People

Well, it’s likely been a month since I posted anything. I still wanna thanks anyone’s who’s followed me. At least you got other people to follow, obviously. Otherwise, I’d leave you people super bored. So I guess I’m doing better than my last post. The man I thought of as a father figure doesn’t exactly count me as a kid of his. I mean, I get the feeling he would enjoy the holidays with me, just not as much as he would with his actual kids. I should have realized. You’ll always have people who are more important to you than others, even among friends and family. You should just be happy if there’s any meaning found between you and another person at all, especially presently. So yeah, it sucks acknowledging that I don’t really have parents anymore, what with cutting ties with my father and my mother being dead and my father figure who let me call him ‘dad’ probably not viewing me as important to him as my brothers. There was still meaning between me and the latter two people at least and there still is. Certainly more than what I had with the former. Maybe there was something but not anymore. Anyways, good-bye at least until the next post

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I don’t count

So I had a talk with my Dad. We were laughin’ and stuff. Then we got around to holidays for whatever reason. He went on and on about how he would have my brothers away from the family and I noticed. My Dad’s not including me. I thought I finally get to spend the holidays with my dad the whole way but he’s not including me. Maybe because I’m not biologically his kid? That makes it so I don’t count, right? My forehead hurts from all the crying. I don’t count...

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Someone’s short-tempered

Ok, this was thanks to two of my uncles. Thank goodness this didn’t have the uncle I get along with the least. But someone’s been angry and, well, short-tempered. It’s either me and my brother or my two uncles. Here’s what happened. So my uncle who’s not in the house with me and my brothers visit and drops off burgers. I think, for the sake of not typing so much, I’ll call ‘em Uncle C. I’ll also be calling the uncle who’s taking care of me and my brothers and is in the house Uncle B. Anyways, Uncle C drops off burgers and I was upset because it always upset me whenever I’m boiling meat or cooking something and someone brings in food for us. I guess it’s more like I wish I knew this in advance. Anyways, I resume cooking dinner and my brother has a conversation. I got upset over Uncle C washing a bowl he used and putting it in the rack so I threw it back into the sink. It’s just that dishes were drying and they got wet again! How am I supposed to put dishes away in the cabinets if they’re still wet? Not only that but Uncle C didn’t bother wring the sponge. God fuck damn it, didn’t my mother teach me that wet sponges grow mold? Why don’t my uncles think of that? Then there’s the conversation following that. My brother tries explaining to Uncle C how I am, given what he knows about me. Then Uncle C and Uncle B goes on about how my brother is fuckin’ hissing at the former. Um, excuse me? Hissing? It sounded like normal talking. I waited until Uncle C was gonna leave to say what I thought because I didn’t want to be subjected to a long ass speech. I mean, I already heard one when I was cooking in the kitchen, the one directed at my brother. The next thing I know, eventually, I get called out for my behavior. Me being in a mood and being rude is one thing. Except I didn’t think I was rude this time. What’s worse is that my other brother agreed with Uncle B! What the fuck!? Uncle C was the one who decided that my brother, I guess Brother B now, was rude and hissing when he was just trying to explain shit. Surely, Brother B’s got to know more about me than Uncle C does and he was just saying what he knows. Later, Uncle B reminds me to thank Uncle C for the burgers, since I forgot and all, except I had to call him. I was like ‘damnit, I have to call him; I can’t text him!’ I never said that out loud until I was outside the house and I’ll admit that that’s rude. Anyways, so I do it and go back inside. Then Uncle C later calls back and I wrap up the call. Uncle B asks if that was Uncle C and I said that it was. Naturally, the next line pissed me off. “I think his feelings were hurt.” Oh, fuck my ass with a glass! What about my and Brother B’s feelings?! Even if mine don’t matter much, there’s still Brother B! I really don’t think he was being rude and hissing. I mean, I wasn’t paying attention to his body language or anything, I was busy cooking dinner at the time. But Brother B still sounded calm to me. God fuck you goddamn uncles you’re not gonna give me or him an apology so why the fuck would you, Uncle B, bother saying that!? Just GOD FUCK it all! I so fuckin’ hate how patience isn’t a common thing in this family. It’s like the only reason my mother was okay with me and my brothers was because she took care of us all since we were babies. Uncle B has less patience than my mother did and Uncle C has even less patience than that. There is a very real chance me and Brother B are just too tempermental but that’s more my thing than Brother B’s. I also don’t want my brother to be not valid in his feelings. It’s my thing to care about things I don’t have any hopes for anyone else caring about but it’s probably worse if my brother is seen as a problem.

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Zu Goes Under

Zu had spent, presumably, all day on the latest line of toys intended to sell away. It wasn’t until the work alarm went off that he realized that he should have checked with all the other workers underground a long time ago. As much as Zu lives in an skyscraper building, it was more like his house than anything. All the work done for the company is accomplished underground.

Zu takes the elevator all the way to the ground floor. Then he went to the back room from the front door and typed in something on a nearby screen on a stand. That made the floor open up and make a platform show up. The 80s ant stepped on it and let the platform take him back down.

Zu watched as he went down the dirt tunnels, still on the platform. Everything was lit up by multicolored chinese lanterns, something of which that visually appealed to Zu. The ant demon never ceased being enthralled by them as he swooshed past them.

It wasn’t long before he made it to the work room. It was wide open space with rows of desks, someone at each one. The place was lit up more properly so that everyone there can see what they’re doing. Cool air was being blasted through the vents that were set up there. Everyone present turned their heads up when they heard Zu coming in.

Of course, they stopped working and either waved to him or, as many of them did, got up and hugged the ant demon.

“Whoa, whoa, everybody, calm down! And you were working! I just wanted to check on you guys!”

“Oh, but Zuuuuu, we’re just happy to see you!” a humanoid male with black eye sockets exclaimed. He seemed like he came from 70s.

“Yeah, there’s not that many men down here worth a damn!” A female hellhound has shouted that.

“Whoa, hey, stop with the groping! STOP WITH THE GROPING!”

At the shouted command, the demons surrounding Zu, men and women alike, made sure to back away. Though some had to be pulled away to let go at all. Most people there couldn’t help but laugh at the ant demon’s reaction. It was partly why they always did it whenever he showed up. Zu took the moments he was given taking deep breaths. Once he was done, a big ol’ smile returned to his face.

“Hello, everyone, I’m guessing everything’s been good?”

“Yeah, of course, we are! We always are down here!” A moth demoness answered.

“Well, that’s great, everyone, but I’m just gonna check on the progress you’ve all made and then I’ll get back to work myself.” Moans and groans all around. “Don’t give me any of that. You know I still spend time with you.”

“But not enough!” Someone from the distance complained.

“What can I say? I’m busy, like, all the time. Or, practically all the time. Look, if I said I’ll hang out, I’ll hang out. You all still got each other at least. Now come on, show me your progress already.”

Several workers volunteered, Zu eventually settling on the actual supervisor, who is a mix of a lioness and lizard, what with top half and tail of the former animal and legs of the latter animal. It took longer than Zu wanted to just check on progress. So many were trying to talk to him and invite him. Some even tried initiating sex. It was frustrating to Zu, especially when he had to keep everyone at an emotional distance. Eventually, the 80s ant managed to do what he wanted and was ready to bolt. However, he was stopped yet again. This time, it was by a male hellhound.

“Hey, Zu, wait up!”

“Ok, Cross, I have been stopped by practically everybody else here and I told them all the same thing-”

“I know, I know, I just... I just wanted to.. ask you something, yeah!”

Zu doubted it but decided to give the benefit of the doubt. “Ok, what is it?”

Cross got in close to Zu, the latter leaning away. The ant demon’s smile didn’t fade but it did twitch. One could probably tell only if one was looking for it.

“You let us have sex and shit if we work it around our schedules, right? Well, what about you? You join me for some...”

“No.” Zu answered bluntly, cutting him off. He definitely had no interest in doing things like that. Not with strangers, anyways.

A mocking scoff. “I knew it.”

Oh, this was gonna be good, Zu thought. He knew he couldn’t count on the supervisor to intervene; she’s too apathetic to really care about anything other than her job.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. You’re some limp dick freak, never having sex with anybody.”

“As unnatural as it may be to you, no one’s ever been dammed to Hell for not having an interest in sex whatsoever.”

“You know, it’s sad that you can’t get it up. You might as well just be a toy for people to use to get off.”

“What does it even matter to you? Surely, you can find anyone else who can and would want to have sex with you.”

“...What is that ‘would’ supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit! I can so as fuck do it whenever I want, with whoever. In fact, I’ll prove it right n-”

Zu didn’t let Cross finish, not when he sweept the canine’s legs and made him fall to the ground. The next thing the hellhound knew, the ant demon was on top of him, resting an ungloved hand on the top of the snout by the fingers, his palm hovering just inches above.

“I think you need to forget that this confrontation ever happened. Don’t you agree?”

Cross gave a nasty sneer, getting ready to flip Zu off of him. However, that was when the 80s ant pressed his palm on the snout. Then there was a flash of orange light and made Cross look in front of him in a daze.

Zu quickly got off of him, dusting himself off. The half-lioness, half-lizard woman was still looking away, still intending not to get involved. Though now she seemed a little troubled. Not that the ant demon paid it any mind.

Cross soon sat up, looking confused. “Wait, what was I doing?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing at all,” Zu replied, trying to get the hellhound out of his sight. “You just wanted to ask about making time in your day for some personal time to yourself.”

“Huh, really? Weird, I don’t remem-ah!” The hellhound was cut off when he tried to remember, the symbol of Zu’s power flashing on his snout.

“You should give your head a rest. You landed hard on the ground and felt pain from it. You might feel more pain if you try thinking too hard, like how you did just now.” Not completely the truth but at least it’s not completely lies.

“Yeah, I guess... I guess you’re right. See ya, Zu.”

At that, the demonic canine have left, leaving the 80s ant where he was. Then the latter turned to the half-lioness, half-lizard, smile just as present as ever on his face.

“Well, if that’s everything, I’ll be on my way. You know to take care of everything you need to, right?”

The half-lioness, half-lizard nodded and then went on her way. Zu took the platform that would take him back up to the surface of Hell.

Zu talks back to the lobby to check in his receptionist, a female imp who goes by Kayla Koko, or double K or Koko or Kay as nicknames.

“Hey, Kay, it’s been slow today, right?”

Kay was busy reading a magazine, not looking up as she answered, “yep. And that was your first question. Use your next nine careful-like, ya hear me?”

Zu rolled his eyes, annoyed that his receptionist actually put a limit on how many questions to ask her per day. Just because he was probably a little annoying always trying to make conversation. As much as Zu has to put everyone at a distance, it didn’t mean that he didn’t want to talk to anybody ever during his existence.

“Ok, have you checked inventory?”

“Yep. You’re gonna wanna restock. Here’s a list.” At that, the female imp had slid a piece of paper towards the ant demon. “Eight to go.” She still never looked up from the magazine, even turning a page in it.

Zu took the list and looked it over. Then he was surprised at the amount that was used up. He was gonna have to restock practically everything!”

“Are- are you serious? This much? Goddamn, shopping trips are just the worst in hell!”

“Six questions to go. And that was one statement used. Nine to go on that one.”

“Wha- those two questions don’t count! My complaint doesn’t, either!”

“Argue all you want with me. It’s just making the counters go down faster.”

Zu let out a groan, his smile still not faltering. He was determined not to be visibly upset over a receptionist who clearly didn’t know her position between herself and him. Zu decided that he needed to take care of this first. Then he can have a clearer head for dealing with Kayla.

The ant demon looked towards the front door, knowing that he’ll have to go outside just for more parts to his toys. He groaned, not looking forward to it. It is Hell so outside’s not the best place to be. Still, Zu couldn’t bear the thought of having anyone else he knows do it for him. So the ant demon gets his cards and some cash and steps out the door. He makes sure to tell his receptionist to take care of any clients who want an appointment while he’s gone.

Kayla just had to say that Zu had seven statements to say to her to go as he left.

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Hazbin Hotel is property Vivziepop and her Hazbin Crew. As for all the random OCs, they were those I made up for the moment I needed them, I can’t imagine I’ll get too deep into them

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No trigger

So my uncle had annoyed me again. It was when I was gonna do dishes and he needed to get water for his garden or plants or whatever. Then he tells me that he’s noticed a fuckin’ pattern. That I get triggered to do dishes whenever my uncle gets water. Except that can’t be true. There’s been a shit ton of times where I’ve done dishes when my uncle never even moves from his computer or the couch. I didn’t even have any idea where my uncle would be watering his plants when I was planning to do dishes. In fuckin’ fact, I was gonna do dishes just seconds before my uncle revealed he was gonna water his plants. Goddamn, I don’t like the idea of having a ‘trigger’ and I so as hell don’t like being told I have one. I guess on the bright side, it’s been a while since I got pissed off by anyone. Considering all this Coronacrap, that’s pretty good

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Zu Akeptieren is Here

Hey everyone. At least people who might be interested in this. So I finally got around to starting this up again. I think I finished tweaking my OC, as well, as others. So I’m gonna do this. Hope you readers enjoy

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There was a rather tall building in the neighborhood. It was a regular looking skyscraper but had a sign on it. The sign was a simple oval shape, the top line an orange line and the bottom line blue. Of course, the lines were stylistic, almost like they were painted on by a brush, and had words cutting through where they would have connected. The words were Akzep Kalt; Akzep was colored blue and Kalt was colored orange. It was against a sleek, black background.

Inside that building is a single, solitary guy, looking up at the red sky through one of many windows. This guy had dark orange skin or whatever one would call it, a pair of pincers in his mouth, a pair of antenna sticking through his pitch black hair. His hair was parted at the side of his head and the bangs have grown out to the point where it covers up one half of the face.

The ant demon gets moving, knowing that he has to do work today. Luckily, there’s no meetings. He really hated being friendly with clients. Especially with clients who, more often than not, actively look for ways to screw him over.

The 80s man was walking in his light blue demin jacket, yellow-striped white shirt, vivid red demin pants, and white shoes that have streaks on the sides. Let’s not forget the pale blue ascot around his neck. He stopped walking until he reached a desk. That desk had all sorts of things, from pens and nuts and bolts and screwdrivers and papers. However, that caught the man’s attention first was a framed photo.

He picked up the photo, seeing himself and someone else being side-by-side. They were having fun on a boat ride, by the looks of it. The 80′s ant was sitting on the other demon’s lap. The former was feeding things into the latter’s mouth, who was looking at the camera with a silent warning to whoever took the picture. The 80′s ant still smiled as he looked at this other demon, a bat.

It was rather obvious he was a bat because of the long fingers and the wings attached to them. Not that the 80′s bat ever flew, as far as the ant demon can remember.

The 80′s ant looked further up on the photo to see the written message there, written in neon blue. It said: Keep on working as much as you can, my precious Zu. Do that and you’ll always be my irreplaceable Geliebter.

Zu, the one who was looking at the photo and reading the message, cracked a smile. Well, he already had a smile prior but it was small. Now it was a little bigger. Even if it was only a little bigger.

Zu tried to find where he had left off from the last time he worked. He had decent organization but only when he knows he’ll get back to it soon. And, of course, when he remembers to do it. Apparently, Zu had forgotten to do that from last time.

It took some minutes but the 80′s ant have found it again. Zu was making some products to sell. Normally, there were other employees making them by large amounts. However, the absolutely best merchandise were made by the ant demon himself. It was small in numbers, thanks to being made by only one person, but they were the absolute best out of everything else. Zu had to make them in two months’ time, too. That was when the next auction party was.

Zu had grimaced at the thought. Ugh, auction parties. They were a lot more bearable when Kalt was still able to do it. Back then, I just had to supervise from the background. Like security or something.

Regardless, Zu continued working on the products, knowing that he’ll be Kalt’s Geliebter by the end of the day. Of course, he didn’t that he’d be getting one of his own, starting with first meeting them by the end of today.

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Well, that’s it. I know it’s short but it’s introductory than anything. Though there’s been times before where it takes me a little to post something even sembling this length, due to being wrapped up in other things that I don’t get to this. So this won’t be the last time I make a rather short fanfic post. Still hope you enjoyed it!

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Putting up with it

So I thought my uncle would have gone to store today. Except he had to work in an hour and I didn’t think an hour was too little time. So I whined as I explained ‘is this why you haven’t gone to the store?’ To be fair, it was my fault for not understanding something about work hours. So I put up with it when my uncle calls me out for making it sound like it’s his fault when things like this happen. Though it was a surprise to find that apparently I do that. Just like how my mother sometimes make something my fault. Like the timing of which I use the washer and dryer. Never mind that my mother can just let me know that she’s planning to use them, it’s definitely my fault for using them when I think it’s ok to. None of my ideas on how to help with that aren’t valid; I just need to do what my mother wants me to. I guess it upset me that I ended up doing the same thing my mother did to me. Funny thing is, once or twice, I thought that I’d want my mother to live a few more years. I can take being blamed for things that aren’t my fault; that’s got to be the worst thing she’s done, next to making me feel like I can’t really talk to her about anything. Maybe I still feel that way. After all, there’s got to be a reason beyond having known my mother since I was born that I loved her. I cried and felt anguish when she died. I had to have loved her enough to think that I wouldn’t mind the things she does at times. In any case, I’ll try to stop with what my uncle have complained to me about. I’ll just continue being quiet about things that bother me. If I’m gonna get a job in the working world, I’ll need to get better at keeping it in, anyways

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Different plans

Okay so, any followers or any one who’s read the Hazbin Hotel posts I’ve made, I wanna send this shout-out, notification, whatever it’s called. I think I’ll rewrite them. Maybe I’ll leave the original ones there; I did stay up late to write as much as I did. However, when I thought I had the whole character figured out, I ended up changing things about said character. At least enough that it probably wouldn’t make sense story-wise or character-wise if I just started writing my character the way I think of them now along with how I wrote them before. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a jarring difference but I don’t know and I don’t wanna chance it. At least now I got something for June, what with the month coming up in just a few days. So hope any followers or any online passers-by are looking forward to it!

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Concerns about the Matrix

Before anyone gets on me for this, provided they read this post, I’m not criticizing the Matrix movie. If anything, I’m apathetic towards it or at least I don’t think about it much and I’m still ‘meh’. Anyways, the reason I had concerns was that I had a phone call with my dad once. I was telling him about how cool it might be, the concept of the universe just being made of virtual data and such. Then my dad tells me that the movies have already explored that concept; it was called The Matrix. Then I’m confused and was all like ‘the people are hooked up to wires and put in pods and stuff like that. Also, everyone is fed data by computers, thinking that the world and society they’re living in is real when it’s really data.’ That’s at least what I thought the movie was. What I was talking about was the universe or the world just being made of data just like how the real world is made of, I guess, atoms. Things are the way they are just because. That means the virtual universe is the way it is just because. No one programing it, no one altering it from the outside, no anything like that. It’d just be like that just because. So I seriously don’t see too many similarities between my idea and the way that The Matrix had explored the concept. Provided that there’s any similarities at all

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Arms resting

Well, it’s been a long while since I’ve had something to post. Even then, this time, it’s over something that’s my fault. See, back on Sunday, my grandmother showed up and she wanted to give her card to use for a grocery shopping trip. Of course, I had the idea that the store closes at 5, Uncle Homer was out with his daughters and I got no driver’s license so I had no car, so that means I carried a shit ton of groceries. I had one of my brothers help me out but I still carried a shit ton of groceries. It took until three or so days for me to stop feeling the soreness in my arms. Just goddamn, I couldn’t anyone but myself. Another one of my brothers even said that when I got annoyed at my grandmother’s ‘don’t forget to wash your hands’. Sure, maybe the annoyance was wrong, but I wasn’t the kind of person to not react to something when I’m in a mood. Apparently, I’m already passive-aggressive

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More on Breakdown

I just wanted to add something to Breakdown. I didn’t think it would happen after making the post and going to bed. See, I’m the kind of person who needs silence to go to sleep. I don’t care much about light as long as it’s not shining straight in my face. So my uncle was playing some game on a computer he had and I knew it was gonna bother. Then I apparently sounded upset to my uncle and he demands to know why I having such attitude throughout the entire day. I could only respond with “I’m being... me?” Then, of course, my uncle brushes me off with ‘leave me alone’. All I was doing was telling him to keep his conversation with someone over the phone down. I only raised my voice because he didn’t hear me the first time. So I cried some more before going to bed and I set up my bed right in front of the bathroom that was in my room. I figured that turning on the vent in there would drown out the conversation. If I was gonna have sound during my attempt to sleep, then I might as well go with the sounds that bothers me less. But damn, having cried so much made my eyes hurt and more difficult to sleep. I guess I should ask why is that sometime. Regardless, I guess I shouldn’t bother talking to my uncle unless I have to because who knows if I’ll sound angry or upset. I’ll just need to find ways to get around things that annoy me or bother me

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Criticize Wizardess Heart

So I’m starting my criticizing series. I know I said I’d do Pokemon but, then again, I didn’t say that I’d be limiting myself to that. I just wanted to devote something to one of my most favorite animes and I have opinions about other things I’d like to get off my chest, too. Anyways, I’m starting my criticize series with, well, ‘criticize’ and then I follow it by whatever I’m criticizing. So here I go!

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So I only really have problems with two guys whose routes you can pick. Particularly in how they’re characterized. So the first guy is a blond named Elias. I have played several routes before him. Elias would show up because he’s the protagonist’s classmate and I would see he’s sweet, thoughtful, and always willing to help. I look forward to playing his route when I got around to it and what do I get? The exact. Damn. Opposite. Elias became hostile, distant, and, above all, whiny. What the fuck? He goes on and on about how his grades are important to him and the protagonist shouldn’t drag him down. Then Elias leaves, like that’s all he has to do. Except the protagonist isn’t the best academic student. She struggles in intelligence. So, naturally, she was gonna mess up. The reason why Elias says crap like ‘don’t drag me down’ is because, in Wizardess Heart, the protagonist is more often than not gets paired up with another student because of a buddy system in the school they’re enrolled in. One half gets poor grades and the other half gets poor grades as a result. I don’t have any sympathy for Elias because all he ever does is whine, complain, and be distant. For all that shit he spews out that his grades are important to him, Elias sure doesn’t protect him like how I would expect him to. If his grades were really worth anything to him, Elias would want to make sure how well the protagonist knows her damn stuff, tutor her in anything and everything she doesn’t understand. That way, the protagonist can actually get better grades and so it’d be protecting his grades. Except no, he doesn’t do that. He never does that. Not until the protagonist bends herself backwards just to appeal to the selfish whiner. If you ask me, it was likely that Elias knew that the protagonist was just a provisional student and was hoping she’d fail the initiation test that she’d have to take after the first two weeks of being enrolled at the school. Because, yeah, that’s a thing in this game and in the school’s system. If what I think is true, then that means Elias is willing to endure two weeks of bad grades because he thinks helping the protagonist with her grades is even worse. Either way, my rant goes to show that, whatever Elias’s priorities were, it was clearly not grades. I am just so disappointed that this guy, someone I was looking forward to imagining a romance with, is just so unlikable and unsympathetic. Elias’s brother had enough fricking common sense to tutor the protagonist so that his own grades don’t suffer. And he also did it for the protagonist’s sake! Elias couldn’t even do it for his own!

Another guy I was disappointed by was Zeus. Now, I’m not as disappointed by him as I am by Elias. That’s because Zeus was intentionally characterized as a jerk and the other characters acknowledge it. However, I found Zeus to be more likable outside his own route. In his route, the writing was kind of off. Sure, they’d acknowledge that he does selfish things, like banging on the protagonist’s window at the middle of the night just because he wants to hang out with her without ever considering or caring whether or not it’d scare and/or inconvenience her. However, I feel like they skip some steps in the process of Zeus becoming more caring and less of a jerk. For one thing, I don’t think that - as far as I played, anyways, I didn’t finish the whole route before wanting to quit - the writers had Zeus apologize for any part of his behavior. In fact, you wanna know what the very first thing Zeus said to the protagonist? That she had an ugly or plain face. Definitely not beautiful. Zeus still never apologized for that. Or anything else, for that matter, as I’ve said. Yet Zeus is just becoming nicer because the protagonist is learning to go at his pace; that’s what it felt like when I was playing his route. The saddest part is that he’s better characterized outside his own route. I mean, he’s still a jerk but he becomes nicer and the progress of that feels more natural. At least, outside his own route, Zeus has the excuse of becoming a better person off-screen or whatever you say for a dating sim phone app. In his actual route, the writing just feels like it skipped a step or two in the whole redemption thing. So Zeus is still disappointing. Just not as much as Elias, as I’ve said at the beginning. At least I wrote my own OCs for that!

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If anyone’s curious about those OCs I meantioned, then send me a message and I’ll get to it when I have time. Thanks to anyone who does! Also, Wizardess Heart belongs to NTT Solmare Corp. Only the OCs are my own actual idea and, even then, it was inspired from my outrage over the characterization over a couple of their characters. Finally, the game itself is still good; I’m just stating opinions and having a rant about it

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Breakdown

Yesterday was not a good day. It wasn’t so bad that I spent the whole day being upset but there were several moments that really got to me. First, it started out sometime before noon. I was gonna do the dishes but the oldest of my brothers was out from his room, eating. So I was on edge and waiting for him to go away. My uncle and I were making quick talk. Me being on edge spilled into the conversation. Of course, my frickin’ uncle is so damn sensitive to annoyance and anger. He actually did the ‘I won’t be talking to you if you won’t talk nice to me’. Fuck seriously, he said shit like ‘I’m being nice to you but you aren’t being nice to me.’ Way to make me feel like I’m nothing but a toddler! It sure doesn’t seem like he’s very sympathetic to me, either. Or was it not obvious why I was on edge? What’s more, it’s another case I don’t think I sounded upset. Don’t get me wrong, my uncle is still too sensitive to anger being shown but I wonder if I really sound upset when I don’t think I do? Of course, it doesn’t stop there. My uncle has also annoyed me with a few of his habits. Like he declared that he’ll make burgers for dinner. That alone wouldn’t be something to be annoyed about but we had burgers a couple days ago and I had a couple patties the day before. I’m thinking ‘get some goddamn diversity. Even if you’re trying to use up the ground beef before it goes bad, think of something else to make it into’. Then my uncle uses a damn tupperware to store the patties. We have bowls. Metal bowls. Metal bowls that are bigger than goddamn bowls you eat cereal in. They exist. They fuckin’ exist! Use them! Now I have to wash the grease or fat or whatever from the plastic. Finally, he cooks premade fries in the oven and sprinkled them with freakin’ pepper. Why the fuck does it have to be spices all the time! Can’t it just be plain!? Of course, I’m not sure how to say this to my uncle when he already got pissed at me for sounding angry in a brief conversation. However, all that was nothing compared to my brother, the one in-between ages. So we were watching an anime together. We were having fun. Then we had to take a break and move on with our own stuff. We were gonna watch it again later but I did dishes first. My computer blanked out as computers are known to do when you leave it alone long enough. However, I really had trouble with making come back or whatever you want to call it. I was getting upset. My brother offered to help and he had me hold down the power button. Except that was something I didn’t want to do and I thought he’d have any other idea than that when I accepted his help. So I continued on with my laptop, trying to remember what I was doing before I had to forcibly restart, which was the reason I didn’t want to do it in the first place. Then my brother never start up the anime we had paused in the TV. I was waiting for him, too, but he never did. I was getting upset but let it go. Apparently, he didn’t want to watch it anymore. Then, according to my brother, a half hour later, I questioned it. That was when my brother revealed he did an experiment. He wanted to see who would ask first who’d watch the anime my fuckin’ brother said we’d watch. I felt pissed off. I didn’t show it because it was building inside me. Then my brother brushed it off with ‘you’re welcome about your laptop by the way’ and then left. He claimed we’d watch the anime in the daylight the following day but I spent minutes crying. I was somewhat still crying when I decided to take a shower. I’m even shedding a few tears as I type all this. My fuckin’ bitch brother thought he should get gratitude for something I would have done myself should I have gotten desperate enough and wouldn’t have thought he’d suggest when I accepted his help, all in an attempt to get away with his selfish experiment. Goddamn, my uncle isn’t all that great thanks to his lackluster support but my brother is such a bitch at times

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Another brother

Well, I didn’t think this would happen. I went through a hard time because of the oldest of my brothers. I have three of them but one I’m super close to. The youngest one isn’t at fault; we just end up having our own things to do. The one in-between ages has closer interests to mine so I end up talking to him a lot. The oldest one I want nothing to do with and he’s content staying in his room all alone all the time. He only really comes out to eat, take showers, use the bathroom, and get his medicinal creme applied with some help. In other words, whenever he has to. So I was gonna eat dinner and the oldest brother is finished eating. I step back so he can take care of his crap. Then he fucking hits me. Slaps me right on the chest. I screamed “what the fucking hell?!” It gets everyone’s attention, my uncle is all ‘you don’t hit your sister. Now say sorry.” Of course, I don’t accept the fuckin’ ass apology. The piece of shit just hits me out of nowhere and he says ‘no’ to ‘did you hit her on purpose?’ How the fuck was that supposed to not be on purpose!? The oldest brother so as hell didn’t fall or something that made him hit me! My uncle promised to do something about it but I feel pissed. Not just because I got hit out of the nowhere and I know the apology is shit, but also because the oldest brother is so severely autistic that he just doesn’t understand and we can’t punish him like a mentally normal human being. Like, seriously, the oldest brother is so heavily autistic that he can never be alone. He’s genuinely, legitimately incapable of independence. It’s times like this I wish the oldest of my brothers just never existed.

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That’s exploration

Here’s another one. I was already making posts and figured to add another to the series while I’m here. Also, this part might be important for getting more invested into the story and my OC. Again, any characters other than my OC as well as the settings and such belongs already to Vivziepop or Vivienne Medrano!

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Zu was walking down the halls, taking in details of the wallpaper and furniture and pictures and other kinds of decor. He was entertained immensely taking in details of the place on his. All the craze from coming here at first have died down.

It was certainly something, avoiding Charlie’s straightforward, even almost pushy niceness, Vaggie’s tense and skeptical aggressiveness, Alastor’s cheerful torture, and Angel Dust’s rather persistent flirting.

Zu stopped moving when thinking of the last one. Then he shakes those thoughts away. Sure, Angel Dust is very attractive but it’s gonna take more than that for anything to happen. Although, he’s probably how Zu is still here. On the bright side, Alastor hasn’t really bothered Zu since that encounter.

However, before Zu can think more about it, he noticed something that grabbed his attention. He gasped, having noticed a trestle coffee table in one of the rooms. He crouches down, touching the engraving as he muttered stuff to himself.

“This is great engravings, all the hands and apples and snakes, it’s all very tasteful. Of course, the history of the medium of wood engraving evolved from the oldest printing technique, woodcut—which, in Western culture, goes back to the fifteenth century. This ought to be a huge wood block to make this coffee table. After all, a wood block is cut from a smoothed plank cut longitudinally from the tree trunk so that the grain runs in parallel lines to the block. Once the design has been established by cutting away the wood around the areas that will be printed, the block is inked with a small roller called a brayer. To print the block, a moistened piece of paper is placed on top of the block, along with a protective layer, called the tympan, and then put through the printing press. Alternately, a circular tool called a baren or even a spoon or the palm of the hand can be used to create enough pressure to print the inked block. Is this how the coffee table was made, though? Or was a different process used? How many kinds of wood engraving is there? Man, I have to look it up.”

“Hi! I’m Nifty! You’re weird and boring! You should probably stop with the fact spewing to get a girlfriend, no offense.”

Zu jolts out of surprise and turns to the new voice that just popped out of nowhere. Nifty was standing right there in her fifties attire and a big smile on her face. Two things about her surprised Zu more once the latter took in more of the sight of Nifty in front of him. The two things were Nifty’s petite size and the one eye right above her smile. Although, Zu got past the one eye pretty quick. It is a rather common sight to see on people down here in hell.

Then Zu realized what Nifty had said and got a little bummed out. He’s gotten used to being called boring but he never learned to like it.

Zu opened his mouth, wanting to insist that knowledge itself is never boring. However, Nifty swiftly proceeded to cleaning the coffee table that made Zu go on about some of the history of wood engraving. Just as quickly as Nifty started cleaning, she already finished and had left the room.

Zu let out a sigh of slight frustration. Then he says “of course, enthusiasm for the wood block in Europe in the sixteenth century. But it did get revived again in the nineteenth century. Hopefully, people will eventually get interested in learning things like how I do.”

Then Zu, placing a hand on the coffee table, helped himself up from the floor. Zu decided next to open a backpack that has the same design as carpet found in an arcade you’d see should you walk into one during the 80′s. He rummaged through it until he takes out a chocolate bar. Zu zipped his backpack closed, opened the bar wrapping, and takes a huge bite into it.

The sugary goodness and the taste only chocolate can have was enough to make Zu crack a smile. He continued on his way, wanting to take more of the hotel in his sight.

Zu was slightly happier here than anywhere else. If only because there’s not a lot of people here. That means there’s not a lot of bitches and douchebags to deal with. Zu thinks that maybe it’d be okay to hang out here. Charlie’s not so bad. Hopefully, her girlfriend wouldn’t be so bad; she just needs some warming up too. Although, Alastor is the biggest problem and the biggest reason to not check into the hotel.

Zu walks to the front desk and see someone there drinking bottle after bottle. He was a cat-demon with big, bright red wings. He also seemed disinterested as Zu approached the front desk. He wonders what kind of personality this perpetual drinker has. It’s important information to know in whether or not to check in. Granted, Alastor will highly likely be enough reason not to but Zu couldn’t combat well against his curiosity.

So Zu says “hi, there,” as he raises his hand and put it down, clearly some kind of waving gesture intended.

The only kind of reaction the cat-demon gave was pointing his line of sight towards Zu. Then the cat-demon resumed drinking. Zu had mixed feelings, being happy knowing that he might have trouble with the desk guy if he leaves him alone but upset because he never liked being ignored. Zu takes a deep breath and turned around.

I just have to get used to that. If I decide to stay, that is. I think I met everyone who’s in the hotel regularly. So let’s weigh pros and cons.

Zu sits down in a couch in the next room and thinks it over.

Benefits would be interacting with the nicest person I ever encountered in hell. Charlie may be a little much at times but she’s still someone I can definitely call my friends. The others are more okay than others, as much as they’re still jerkish. Now cons -

That’s when Alastor popped in his mind. The tour he gave Zu invoked powerful feelings of avoidance in him.

Damn, it really is hell here. Gotta put up with a shit ton of crap just get a smidge of pleasantness.

Zu was thinking hard that he didn’t notice someone sitting next to him. It wasn’t until he was being touched on the thigh that he noticed. Of course, it also made Zu almost jump off the couch.

It certainly made Angel Dust laugh, the person who had sat down on the couch. “You know, you’re cute when you’re a hopeless dork. You should consider yourself lucky.”

Oh shit, Angel Dust is still interested in me. If I’m right, then he’s interested in only one thing but I can’t give it

Still, Zu sat back properly on the couch, while muttering, “thanks.”

Zu put a little distance between him and Angel Dust on the couch but the latter quickly closed it. The look on his face showed his interest very clearly. Zu tried hard not to look at him while keeping an eye out for hands. He jolted when Angel Dust spoke, apparently being surprised by the talking.

“You know, this hotel may not be much but this place can still be pretty fun. How about you let me show you?”

Zu thought that Angel Dust might be another reason to stay. That way, he can witness how beautiful and alluring Angel Dust looks without it seeming as creepy. At least, not as creepy as it would be if Zu didn’t check into the hotel. However, not wanting to see Angel Dust’s disappointment was another reason to not check in.

Zu felt like he was gonna freak when he saw one of Angel Dust’s hands head towards his thigh again. Then there was an explosion in the distance. Zu felt curious about it and got up, heading outside. He didn’t notice Angel Dust’s expression of disappointment over his flirting seemed to have immediately been forgotten.

Still, Angel Dust follows Zu, somewhat curious over the explosion himself. Not to mention, he intends to hopefully hook up with Zu someplace outside the hotel, since he’s following Zu and everything.

Zu saw in the distance a random terrorist throwing bombs everywhere. He debates whether or not doing something about it. On one hand, Charlie lives in the hotel and so Zu would want to protect the place. On the other hand, Alastor is there and, maybe, if the place is wrecked, Alastor will go elsewhere.

As Zu was standing there and trying to decide what to do, there was a flash of white and pink going by him. Zu had noticed that and saw Angel Dust running towards the terrorist with guns ablaze.

There was a bit of a fight between Angel Dust and the terrorist. Zu was in awe in what he saw. Angel Dust was just standing there firing off his gun the whole time, nonchalantly dodging the bombs. Angel Dust managed to get some good shots in, enough to render the terrorist immobile. The whole time, Zu thought that Angel Dust seemed chaotic and powerful, adding more to the beauty the latter already had.

Zu was standing there as Angel Dust walked back, walking a kind of power walk as he held his guns over his shoulders with one pair of arms and the other pair of arms resting its hands on his hips.

“At least now we don’t have to worry about getting interrupted anymore. And this is where I’m crashing so I wouldn’t want some dipshit wrecking it. So,” Angel Dust said, as he tilted up Zu’s chin with one of his free hands, “where were we?”

“I’m checking in.”

That was all Zu said before wiggling his chin out of Angel Dust’s grasp and running back into the hotel and to the front desk where the cat demon was.

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Also, the website link below is how I got the information I bothered getting about wood engravings. I also tried looking up different kind of woodcuts and engravings as well as designs of backpacks in the 80s and dialog and slang from the 40s. I hope I’m right. It’s way past 3 o’clock in the morning as I finished typing this and I’d like to go to bed sometime soon. My OC here is gonna be either tricky or insightful, if I’m using ‘insightful’ right.

https://museum.cornell.edu/exhibitions/end-grain-history-wood-engraving

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Constantly cooking

To a lesser extent, I think I’ll complain about the frequency my grandma cooks. She means well, she wants to take care of us - especially after I and my brothers lost our mom. I guess the reason I’m complaining is that I wash the dishes and it’s like, ‘can you get through one damn day without using a frying pan?’ In fact, my grandma uses frying pans -plural - and pots and saucepans! Like goddamn it, just let us wing it every once in a while! It’s almost always something for dinner! Obviously, I want food but ease up on the damn cooking. There’s always frying pans and big things I have to fuckin’ wash!

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Bitchin’ Brother

So my grandma was cookin’ dinner, as she usually does. I see that she was cooking chicken but I wanted to know exactly what she was cooking. For some damn reason, my brother decides to butt in, claiming it’s so obvious I don’t have to ask. I think he has issue with how I treat our grandma but I thought I was decent. Really, my brother decided to get me into a bad mood by bitching over something that wasn’t really bad. I mean, sure it can be better but I wasn’t trying to make it worse. Damn bitching brother