Clayton

So many catgirls from Sailor Moon to Unico and Nuku-Nuku-... Bleach.,,, Thundercats... She-ra.... Soul Eater.. the Cat returns... Tenchi.... Ranma 1/2... Can you be more specific? Only girls?

Hard to say. They all have their finer points, but I suppose the 90s. I liked the more recent types they released, but preferred before they started using CGI in everything. That's also when they started seeing how much they could get away with NOT editing. And let's face it, they did some goofy crap in the 80s while keeping it way too PG

They did a Tanya movie.

Now all anime characters are GOOD cooks

So what are you waiting for in an anime? Or what were you waiting for to happen for a long time that did or did not ever happen in the series? Specifically what you think they will do in the series that yoiu want to see, not just stuff that's not out yet. What are you waiting for in the show I mean. I understand in Boruto Himawari got both the byakugan and nine-tailed fox. I'm still waiting for Luffy and crew to find that (&**^*(&%*&^% treasure! For Kobayashi and Torhu to tie the knot. Season 2 of Mieruko-chan...

That might be a unico movie... The Fantastic Adventures of Unico I think

Kaku Ren Bo. For a kid's anime it's legit scary.

Anyone else self publish on amazon or similar? https://www.amazon.com/Books-Clayton-Overstreet/s?rh=n%3A283155%2Cp_27%3AClayton+Overstreet

So nobody but me has plans for the afterlife?

Teri Garr. She was pretty a good actress.

DVD. Streaming makes me nervous because I don't have a physical copy and blueray is just a placebo.

Dance fighting...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HT53PZLv-4A

Do tell.

Got a clip? Gohan's fight with cell was pretty memorable

High SchooL DXD overlord Outook Company Slayers Leviathan: The Last Defender Amagi Brilliant Park

Understandable. I see a rotten jackolantern on the porch and thinkt hey're just promoting Donald Trump

What's the best fight in anime? My personal favorite is the vampire fight in Kizumonogatari

I'm working on a book about a girl in a fantasy world starting a new religion based on a demoness. Only she's basically just a lazy succubus who doesn't actually want to do anything. But that's the hook. Considering how hard it is to genuinely get into heaven, do you think you will make the cut? And Sloth is one of the big seven sins. If a devil was too lazy to torture you in hell, or if that was the deal that they would not torture you or really do anything, would you sign on with them? Like say you have to be tortured for 1000 years in hell to be eligible for reincarnation. But if they don't you are stuck there for say 10,000 years until you reincarnate and try again... but you aren't tortured. Just left to your own devices. Or eternity or whatever. Or maybe they do torture you, but get bored after a week? They just aren't interested in the souls they gather. I mean I never really understood why they would torture people in the first place. They work against god, so wouldn't they reward them? And spending eternity doing it sounds... dull after the first millennium. Also kinda pointless if you just stick people together. Forever. Kind of works for itself. So quest to begin a religion based on the idea that yeah, you got o hell, but nobody tortures you. You can leave whenever. Heck, repent. Nobody cares. Always more where you came from and you may be back. It's eternity. My main character is a girl who was a priestess that was supposed to be sacrificed to her god, but then backed out before they could cut out her heart and is not cursed for it and sides with the tiny demon lady. But anyway yes, you're still going to hell, but no active torture. How many people, especially those already pretty sure they aren't getting into The Good Place, would sign up for that? Besides, what better excuse to stay in bed than the floor literally being made of lava? http://www.thedevilbear.com/b/tag/lazy/page/282/ http://www.thedevilbear.com/b/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/88-i-love-you-bed.jpg

Ghost Reaper Girl

Think how much fun Halloween will be after we're dead.

Can you come up with a brief but scary story? Smile Mr. Bryson was a strange teacher. A good one, nobody had any complaints. Handsome too. Tall and good looking with muscles and a handsome face. But strange. Oh he showed his face, but he never showed his teeth when he smiled and seemed to be licking behind his lips with his tongue pushing against them. Every time he spoke he seemed to face away or put something in front of his mouth. Lecturing from behind books or when he faced the chalkboard. Linda was a good student, but she noticed things. Maybe she had a little crush on him too. Either way small things caught her attention. Like how sometimes when he passed by he smelled like nail polish, though his fingers were usually just trimmed. She had seen polish on his desk a few times. A bottle of white that she could see went down from time to time and then was replaced with a new one. As if he was painting his nails every day. Except he was not. She wondered if he did his toes. She had an uncle who had become her aunt. Was Mr. Bryson a cross dresser or transgender? Was he hiding lipstick either on his mouth or maybe on his teeth? Linda had no problem with that, but she was curious. She even asked him about why he hid his mouth all the time, after everyone else left class. He said, "When I was young it turned out I had a condition. I would lose a baby tooth but a new one would not grow in. I got teased and bullied a lot. Even beat up. Some kids hit me trying to knock out more teeth so they could see. "We were poor but my daddy was a medicine man out in the swamps where we grew up. Lots of family had a similar problem. We couldn't afford a dentist or anything like that, so we found a work around. It helped me replace my teeth, but it still looks strange, so I keep it to myself." "I didn't mean to pry," she said, lying a bit. She was still curious and she kept noticing the nail polish smell and everything and she got curious. One day at the end of school it was hot and there was little studying to be done. Mr. Bryson sent everyone outside the play. Linda saw through the class window as he lay back with a book over his face to take a nap in the chair behind his desk. Unable to contain her inquisitiveness she snuck back into the class. She had to know what his teeth looked like. Was he telling the truth? Was he hiding lipstick? Maybe she could even, she thought with a blush, sneak a little kiss. She tiptoed in as the sounds of children playing drifted in from outside and went over to where he laid, chest rising and falling. Gently she lifted the book and was relieved when he did not twitch awake. Enjoying the room's air conditioning on the hot day. His lips were lipstick free and looked very kissable to the young lady, parted just a little as he breathed. Linda leaned in and was about to kiss him when she caught a glimpse inside. At first she was not sure what was wrong. She could see nice white teeth peeking through his lips. All in a neat row. Then it looked like maybe he had swollen gums. And they seemed so tiny. Almost like baby teeth. Kiss forgotten she reached up and gently tugged down his lip with a fingertip. She almost screamed right then and there. Those were not teeth. She saw neat rows of white things almost the same shape, but she realized they were not actually teeth. They were fingernails. Each painted white. Still attached to fingertips. Not a full grown man's, but small ones. Like those of young children. Each poking out of his gums in two neat rows. They were not just stuck in place either. They wiggled just a little and she realized that it had not been his tongue moving behind his lips all those times he smiled at all. Near the back was one gaping hole, as if from a recently removed molar or maybe a wisdom tooth. Something moved and she looked up into his open eyes. With a squeal she backed up and fell across the desk. "You shouldn't have done that," he said, the sight of his mouth moving over those painted nails sending a wave of nausea through Linda as he grabbed her arm. She screamed, but with the kids playing outside it was one of many as his other hand clapped over her mouth. "You were always one of my favorite students Linda. Too bad. I guess I'll have to move on again. I'll miss you and all the other kids. But don't worry; I'll always have something to remember you by." Pressing her back into the desk he gripped her arm and she watched in wide eyed panic as he slammed her hand back onto the paper cutter raising up the sliding blade, forcing her hand over to the line. When the kids came in after the bell rang they did not find Mr. Bryson and eventually someone noticed Linda was missing too. But there was blood on the desk. They went and got help and soon they found the girl at least, in the supply closet unconscious. "What happened to her hand?" Someone asked when they saw that the tip of her little finger on her left hand was missing, bleeding all over the bottom of the closet.