Unhinged Little Yellow Man

i love when a character has something terrible happen to them and as a result they see themself as, essentially if not literally, a ghost. and so that means they only can (and have to) do what ghosts do, ie get revenge and then cease to exist. easy as that. but then halfway through this ghost vengeance they realize hey actually i might still be a human person. with human needs. that’s incredibly inconvenient, considering how much i’ve invested in this whole ghost thing

love when theres a character whose entire existence is spoiler tagged by default. go behind the curtain boy

Ma bebi

Nothing's gonna come out of this probably but. I want to make OCs, right. And in this scenario there is a guy or a girl or a person and this person has a dead wife. And that isn't great. They're very upset. So they pray to a god, whatever god they can, and they offer up anything to revive said dead wife. They summon this god up from whatever place he's been vibing in and begs him to resurrect their wife. And the god, surprisingly, says yes, and gives them a list of things to accomplish before the resurrection ritual can begin. And the mortal is ecstatic! Like hell yeah they're getting their wife back. And the god follows him along for the ride. Because hey, free entertainment.

Meanwhile, the god is beside himself in panic because he did Not mean that. He was incredibly flustered, woken up from a centuries long nap, and met with the face of a very disheveled but incredibly attractive widower and spat out the first thing he could think of. And now they're both in a legally binding contract wherein the human is sent on a goose chase to complete like 12 impossible tasks and the god is trying to figure out how to raise someone from the dead while trailing the human around to make sure they don't die from the very fatal list of quests the god sent them on to stall

I love when fiction makes the audience feel guilty about their role as the audience. When something fucked up is treated as a joke but later it's recognised how fucked up it was and the audience feels guilty for finding it funny. When a character breaks the fourth wall to plead for help, and you can't do anything so you just watch. And you know that the characters pain isn't real, but they're begging for help and you're not helping because their suffering is entertainment for you

angel who hides in an abandoned torah ark

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.