#I though Batista was good in this.

[kinsey3furry300]

So I finally convinced my flatmate [and former flatmates] to watch “Glass Onion.”

Flatmate 1, five minutes into the film: “Wow, you’re just like Benoit Blanc.”

Me: “A genius detective, with the looks of Daniel Craig?” Her: “No: If we had an actual bathroom rather than that tiny shower, you’d never get out of the fucking bath.”

Former flatmate 1: “And you’d be wearing that stupid fez [Ex flatmate 2] bought you back from Cyprus, and sucking at computer games.”

Former flatmate 2:  “And you’d be drinking Pernod at 11 in the morning. Again.”

Me: “One: fuck all you guys… two: It was Ricard de Marseille, you plebs.”

#glass onion #kinves out #Benoit Blanc #pernod ricard #Ricard Pastis de Marseille #Given that glass onion is a Beatles song and so is “Rocky racoon” this Batista film technically shares a namesake with Rocket Racoon #which is weird #I though Batista was good in this. #Dave Batista #Rocket Racoon #The beatles #real life shitpost #Strong Benoit blanc energy

[anghraine]

My fun geek necromancer (GW2) is now level 36 or so. In general, I still do prefer my mesmer’s pink lasers (though it’s not quite fair as a comparison since my mesmer is my level 80 long-standing main, wasn’t even my first GW2 mesmer, and my GW1 main was also a mesmer, so I’m a lot more familiar w/ that class and have access to many more aspects of it).

In any case, I do enjoy a lot of the mechanics—the necro didn’t have a single death until level 36(!). I’m running through the Character Advancement tracks from the anniversary update, and it’s a nice way to have both concrete goals and decent rewards for them. I imagine it provides some help to people who aren’t as familiar with the game, also, since it can be a pretty complicated game at times. And I’m gathering just about everything possible (...even onions. so many onions) to funnel into crafting (or selling, in order to finance more crafting).

It is interesting that necro is considered one of the easiest classes by contrast to mesmer (or worse, elementalist). I do personally find mesmers much easier to play, but again, it’s probably not fair when my main is lvl 80 and decked out in everything I could afford or luck into (quite a bit via 10 years of laurels), and it did originally take awhile to adjust to clones and timing Diversion and such (and no Backfire, my absolute favorite skill in GW1 that would be ludicrously overpowered in GW2. RIP <3). But a whole second health bar does go a long way, ngl.

#i don't like minions though and i haven't found a good staff in ages #and i do much prefer necro staff to necro axe abilities #also i've been getting used to the creepy necro sound effect instead of the crackle of my greatsword lasers #anghraine babbles #anghraine's gaming #ascalonian grudgeblog #isabel batista #also since the concept was 'as close to me as possible but also a necro and very pretty' she got the commoner background #vs aristocratic althea and street origin gwen #but all got missing sister in order to select ascalonian origin and even though the dialogue is the same #it's fun to imagine the different ways that the different characters relate to her #deborah was the cool badass older sister to frivolous young althea who in pseudo-death became her inspiration #in large part because she could have spent her life in luxury as lady deborah fairchild and then went off to fight for kryta #('cool badass older sister' deborah works esp well bc deborah canonically joins the vigil in the end whether you're related or not) #but given that gwen's personal story makes it very clear that she was up to her ears in a very bad crowd #while 'her' deborah was with the seraph... i think they struck out on wildly different paths and probably had a lot of conflict #if they were even talking at all when deborah vanished #and it hit all the harder because of that #i'm still figuring out the isabel-deborah dynamic in my head before i start missing sister with her #i think they don't quite get each other (originally) but where gwen and deborah were mutually appalled isabel and deborah have respect #in a 'i don't get it but you do you <3' sort of way #anghraine's headcanons

[sant-riley]

[Task force 141 × Gen Z! Reader/ General headcanons] [p4]

A/N; I thought the hyperfixation was over but surprise it is not LMAO, sorry for the long wait, mentally I was fucked and just tired/burnt out

Ghost is the one who usually trains the recruits, which means he needs to demonstrate moves on. That's where you come in. You can see the recruits tension filled bodies stare at your own bc what the fuck you do mean this 6'4 man is gonna use a finishing move on you.

You crack jokes that Ghost would never hurt a fly before you're flipped on your ass and Ghost is leaning his entire weight on you.

They use you as weights, mainly Soap. It is not an odd occurrence for recruits on base to see you sit on Soaps back while he does push-ups. You usually will be scrolling on your phone on tiktok and Laswell just sighs and takes a picture of yall to show to her wife.

Ghost uses you as a barbell basically and you enjoy being manhandled so you're just happy to be there.

Soap likes to play fight, he will playfully hit your sides and will tickle you while you run around desperately trying to evade his grasps. The only time he stops really is when either Price steps in or when Ghost fucking clothe lines him and he falls on his face. Soap sees you giggling behind Ghosts body and rolls his eyes.

All the guys have you on social media, even Ghost though he notably has no pfp, a generic user, only follows you. He is the first one to like any of your posts and makes appearances on your account and no one knows it's him for sure.

Soap takes your phone and scrolls thru your folder of memes, sending whichever ones he particular enjoys to himself. He really likes reaction images and uses them with everyone and people just ignore it and continue on texting like he didn't just send a picture of a woman crying.

You like to send ghost references you're sure he will not understand and he feels his blood pressure rise every day.

When they learn if you can't, you know, drive for the first time is also a real good time. Ghost is in the back, a bullet in his forearm, Price shouting at you to floor it and by God you fucking floor it so hard Ghost slams his head into the wall of the car and passes out. Price screams that you should've been fucking taught this in training but you shrug your shoulders, knuckles whitened as you shakily haul ass to evac.

It's a running joke that Alejandro and Rudy want you on their team, they playfully try and make negotiations

"Come on, she would be happier with us, no?"

Alejandro has a hand placed on the small of your back, inching you closer to his side in the booth of some random bar yall were dragged too. You're blushing and sputtering bc oh wow two more very attractive men are asking to take you an-

"I agree with Colonel, we can work something out." Then Rudy goes and kisses your hand and Ghost feels his eye twitch and Soap is stanced the fuck up immediately, leaning over and almost pulling across the table.

"Yea no, you two can fuck off with that shit." He grumbles, squeezing his arms around your waist. If he was a dog his hackles would be raised and his teeth bared.

Rudy can't help but lean in and whisper to Alejandro:

"Realmente deberías dejar de bromear con ellos así" (you should really stop joking with them like that)

Alejandro turns and looks dead into Rudy's eyes and hits him with

"¿Quién dijo que estaba bromeando?" (Who said I was joking?)

"Colonel, with all due respect stop fucking with my men, they're gonna pop a bloody blood vessel."

Gaz and you go to cat cafes fairly often!! He finds it extremely relaxing and he often goes whenever he goes on leave with you. No he doesn't correct the batista who thinks yall are married. He says it's because of a discount (there is none).

Price simply loves when you come visit and spend time with him in the city, walking arm and arm while he hums and listens to you ramble. Whether it be about your hyperfixations, you venting or ranting, he's there listening while watching you intently.

Price walks with you inwards of the sidewalk, do not try and move bc he will glare at you.

Valeria, oh she likes you, one bc you're a cute little thing. But mostly because she knows it'll get under everyone's skin if she even makes a mention of taking you. It especially pisses Alejandro off so she makes sure she calls you princess and blows you a kiss when they close the container door on her.

Ghost likes to come up behind you and pulls on the elastics of your holsters really far and let's them slap against your skin to see you whine and whimper. It never fails to make him laugh.

Ghost will not hesitate to beat the shit out of someone who tries to do it to you though, esp a random recruit.

Soap likes to carry you around on his back, it isn't a strange thing but he just genuinely loves the feeling of you against him. He doesn't care if you think you're 'too big', he's gonna pick you up so be quiet and let him hold you.

You've stolen multiple things of their items, not even on purpose but they left it in your room and now it's yours.

You have a skull balaclava, Ghost once came in and said it was too small for him and threw it on your bed and left. He will feel his heart tighten in his chest if you wear it outside of base.

You have a shit ton of Soap's muscle shirts, he is not upset but he will smile so soft when he sees you walk around in it in the early morning, your hair a mess and still a bit of drool on your lips.

Gaz buys you your own hats in attempt for you to stop taking his. It doesn't help. He flicks the brim and always has some cheeky remark about it but he doesn't mind.

You have one of Prices' lighters that you stim with on or off mission. He doesn't even realize until one day you have a lighter with the England flag on it and you're playing with it bc you're anxious. He doesn't say anything though.

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[anomnum]

Survivor References, Vol. 1

Hey folks! If you've been keeping up with my last art posts, you've probably already seen these. They're a set of concept sketches for a still in-development project, and though it's a long way from public release, I wanted to share some information about it! More below the cut.

Eda's design is based heavily on these concepts for Watching and Dreaming by Luz Batista, especially the second one. Her outfit is intended to be more practical than stylish, though the cape is absolutely something she wears to honor her old maroon dress. Her shoulder pauldron is fashioned from the armor of a Coven Scout Captain, salvaged from the ruins of Police Precinct 206 in Latassia. King's mom and sister got to have cloaks, so he decided he wanted one too! His cloak is hand-made, which Eda had stitched together from a collection of old, unused blankets. The Golden Pendant is removed from his collar and used to hold the cloak together. Luz recovered her old Witches Wool cloak not long after the Day of Unity, and has been wearing it since due to the heightened protection it offers, hence the wear and tear it's undergone. 

Now, I'm going to preface that this project is still in very early development, still in the scripting phase, and everything regarding it is subject to change. However, I do want to share some information about it. The working and likely final title is The Children of Hope. It's a story set in a divergent Alternate Universe, where King is never knocked down the stairs of the bridge, and thus, never meets the collector. As a consequence, the Day of Unity isn't stopped. It's a very dark universe compared to cannon, but not all is so bleak - four years after the Day of Unity, Luz is given a vision of a powerful, incredibly complex spell. One that can send memories back through time, comparable to something like Time Travel. Using this spell, she and her surviving friends-slash-family are able to return to the start of Season One, and completely flip the playing field in their favor. 

Again, I don't have much to share about the Alternate Universe - I'm still planning it out, after all! - but I'm excited to put more work into it over time, in between other projects. I hope, when it's eventually developed enough to warrant a release, that you'll enjoy reading it! Until then, I'll share any big content updates on it over time. Have a good day, and thanks for reading all my rambling! 

#the owl house #the owl house au #eda clawthorne #king clawthorne #luz noceda #toh #toh au #eda the owl lady #edalyn clawthorne #eda toh #eda the owl house #luz toh #luz the owl house #king toh #king the owl house #anomnomart

[mustangs-flames]

HI- its been a while since I've sent an ask

HMMMM let's see.....Oh wait I got a good one. Let's say the entire cast finds themselves yeeted into a coffeeshop and they have to keep it running. Who would be what (as in manager, waiter/waitress, batista, etc)

Hey! Hope you're doing well!

Um, let's see...

Father Liam O'Brien = The Manager (overly nice, refers to his workers as a 'family' lmao)

Mark = Works the drive-thru and hates it because once a week alt!Cesar orders something deliberately complex and then complains about how it tastes to piss him off

alt!Cesar = Mark's annoying regular at the drive-thru who seems to exist solely to piss him off

Thatcher = Maybe like a shift manager? Has worked there for years and is slowly feeling the will to live draining from him with every passing day

Ruth = Head barista, has been there longer than Thatcher and still has yet to get any promotion and though she says that's fine you can tell from the look in her eyes when she thinks she's alone that is isn't fine - she just doesn't want to take it out on Thatcher who got the promotion instead of her

Dave = Probably like a regular customer, so regular that he's practically a member of the staff at this point (he knows how to fix the cash register and software when it breaks lmao)

Adam = Used to be a barista but got moved to dishwasher because he lost it at a shitty customer in front of everyone else

Jonah = A dishwasher, new hire, and committed to becoming Adam's friend - Adam cannot escape him, it is inevitable

Sarah = A uni student who comes in every Wednesday to use the free wi-fi, funnily enough Mark can't work on Wednesdays...

Evelin = A customer who comes in every weekend as the shop is across from her dance school, she hangs out with Jonah and Adam when they're on their breaks. She'd probably do seasonal hire shifts to make ends meet over the holidays when the school is closed

#hail true body au #mustang answers! #idk... is this anything???? lmao #i won't include all the alternates #just assume they're all shitty asshole customers lmao #six is probably the one adam lost his shit at one time msdfgkjfgh

[bdzonthareel]

Dune (part 2)

Denis Villanueve’s first entry in his adaptation of Frank Herbert’s Dune series was wildly successful as many said that it had many beats that David Lynch’s missed in his version. That said the Dune universe is vast and could never be done just with a single 2.5-hour film, so he made another 2.5-hour film that picks up where the last one left off.

Paul Atreides sets out to unite the Fremen of planet Arrakis, to wage a vengeful war against House Harkonnen.

My first thought was that I should, have rewatched part one before I jumped in on this, but I eventually caught up to speed.

The cast is filled with wall-to-wall A-listers, such as everyone’s favorite, Timothee Chalamet. To name them all with make this review as bloated as certain points of this film, but I was mesmerized by Dave Batista’s performance as Glossu Rabban Harkonnen, he gave off a strong unhinged delivery with a powerful sense of desperation.

The score is stereotypically Hans Zimmer, booming drums and bass instruments and hymn like vocal choruses. This is best experienced in IMAX, but for those who are sensitive to loud noises, headphones are heavily recommended.

Grieg Fraser’s cinematography was a sight to behold, I could have done with out the lens flare though. Some of his best shots exemplified the concept of “show don’t tell” in visual storytelling.

Speaking of visuals, the colors and costuming were nothing to sneeze at, the juxtaposition of the imperial family and court as Templar and Vatican like figures against both the hedonistic monotone colors of House Harkonen, and indigenous aesthetic of the Fremen. There were a lot muted colors, which greatly enhanced the experience of this film.

I can’t go into great detail about the story, but there was lot of book content that was shoehorned into the second act, however the finale didn’t feel like it was sequel baiting at all.

The fight scenes while not pretty, were quite impressive, both Chalamet and Austin Butler took extensive training with Kali in order to the grittiness of knife fighting, as something of a blade fighter myself this spoke to me.

Denis Villanueve has done it again; I agree with the hype behind his catalog now more than ever and I trust that the future of this universe is in good hands.

I give Dune (part 2) a 4.5 out of 5.

#movie review #hollywood #dune part two #dune part 2 #dune movie #dune #house atreides #house harkonnen #timothée chalamet #florence pugh #rebecca ferguson #dave batista #christopher walken #zendaya #josh brolin #javier bardem #austin butler #denis villeneuve #hans zimmer #the spice must flow

[evalolxo]

Fiction Turned Reality

Randy Orton x OC

Part 5

summary - two wrestlers are put in a storyline and it quickly becomes real.

warnings - getting caught (gasp), mentions of sex, kissing, swearing

word count - 1.3k

kat's pov

"hey" i smiled brightly at the rest of evolution and randy smirked and quickly threw an arm around me, randy and i had made multiple sex tapes last night after the first and i could tell he wanted everyone to know he was mine.

he pulled his phone out his pocket and showed me his lock screen and it was me between his thighs in my underwear making me quickly shut his phone off in a panic making him laugh.

"i don't plan on showing anyone anything of what's mine don't worry baby" he whispered into my ear and i nodded at him before he kissed my head and evolution were all looking at already done with our shit.

randy and i never made anything official last night, i'm guessing it was a one night thing.

luckily neither of us had a match tonight but we were here supporting batista who did, luckily or all my hickies would've shown.

we walked into catering and i noticed mark sitting all alone and excused myself from my faction to sit with him, many people looked at me like i was crazy to sit next to the deadman.

"hey kid" he spoke as i sat down and i smiled at him.

"hi, you looked lonely" i told him as i crossed my legs and he smiled a little making everyone in the rooms eyes widen.

"sitting with the deadman, brave choice" he joked and i rolled my eyes and he laughed making everyone even more shcoked.

"you excited to stand ringside and sabotage?" he asked me and i turned to him smiling and nodded.

"yeah it'll be me and randy ringside" i told him and bit my lip smiling at the sound of his name coming out my mouth.

"oh hell no, what the fuck was that?" mark asked me seriously now crossing his arms and i turned to him confused at what he meant.

"that little lip bite smile, don't tell me you and orton have something going on besides this little storyline" mark told me glaring at me and i had to bit my lip to stop myself smiling before i shook my head.

"of course not" i stated acting all shock that he'd even think of assuming that, even though it was very true.

"better not, he's not good enough for my little girl" mark stated and my heart warmed at the fact he still considered me a daughter.

time skip

all of evolution were in the ring celebrating batistas win when randy turned to me and picked me up with his arms and swung me around making me laugh loudly.

he then kissed my cheek as he put me back down making me giggle and push his shoulder teasingly to which he raised an eyebrow at.

ric and hunter had batistas hands in the air and i came up behind batista hugging his side showing my support while randy just smirked at batista who nodded back to randy.

we began to walk back out and randy intertwined our fingers and kissed the back of my hand making me shyly smile as he smirked cockily down at me.

as soon as we got backstage hunter gave batista his congratulations before coming over to me and randy.

"you two are doing great, fans are already talking about it on the internet, keep it up" he told us putting his thumbs up and i nodded excitingly at him while randy just threw an arm over my shoulder smugly.

"it's what we do best" randy stated and i slapped his chest making him say ow dramatically before leaning back slightly making me drag him back closer to me.

he kissed the side of my head and stayed looking down at me while i turned to hunter who was looking at us with an obvious glare and i shook my head while smiling a little.

"you guys are lying about something here" hunter stated making everyone turn to us, i tried to take a step away from randy but he just pulled me back even closer.

"there is nothing going on between us at all" randy spoke with a sarcastic tone and i rolled my eyes and pulled away from randy but kept our hands intertwined.

"i'm going to go to the locker room" i told them unlinking my hand with randy and walked away, but as soon as i made it to my locker room i felt someone shove me in.

i turned around angrily but then i calmed down instantly when i seen it was randy.

"you fucking scared me randy" i chuckled while shoving him to which he pulled me back and pulled me back into a kiss.

i instantly kissed him back and his hands travelled to my waist pulling me way closer to his body and i wrapped my arms around his shoulders and started playing with the hair on the back of his neck making him shudder into the kiss.

his tongue slipped through into my mouth unexpectedly making me let out a breath and he smirked before quickly grabbing my ass and pulled me closer.

"well well well" we heard and i pulled away and looked at the door while randy just looked to the roof annoyed his hands not leaving my ass.

we turned to see trish stratus and i smiled upon seeing her and pulled away fully from randy and went over to her hugging her.

she hugged me back and when we pulled away she put her hands on her hips and looked between randy and i.

randy came up behind me and wrapped his arms round my waist and rested his head on top of my head and looked down at trish unimpressed that she had interrupted us.

"we're not dating" i clarified and she raised an eyebrow at me while randy huffed quietly but i could feel his chest let out a huff.

"yet" randy added smirking even though i couldn't see him i knew he was smirking.

"so is this your guys' dirty little secret?" she asked closing the door behind her so no one could hear her talking about it.

"a little yeah, but we fucked last night and-"

i cut randy off by elbowing his ribs making him double over in pain while groaning.

"you will be telling me all the details later on" trish told me and i smiled and nodded while biting my lip while randy was still groaning in pain.

"there's multiple videos" randy managed to tell her in a pained voice making me turn to him again shocked and trish burst out laughing making me roll my eyes at the two of them.

"that you will not be seeing!" i stated to trish and randy stood back up and grabbed my head gently shoving it making me stumble and i giggled.

"stop doing that!" i giggled and he pulled me closer and kissed me softly before pulling back.

"i'm still here guys" trish stated her hands still on her hips and randy turned to her annoyed.

"then leave" he stated and i smacked his chest disapprovingly and randy rolled his eyes and trish crossed her arms annoyed before sending me a smile and sending randy a middle finger before leaving and closing the door.

"i thought she'd never leave" randy stated before leaning in to kiss me but i gave him a dirty glare making him furrow his eyebrows.

"what?" he asked me furrowing his eyebrows putting his hands on my hair petting it softly.

"don't be rude to trish" i told him and he smirked and rolled his eyes before kissing my forehead which made me smile a little.

"i'm sorry, i won't next time darling" he told me and kissed me softly and i immediately gave in and kissed him back to which he smirked on my lips.

#randy orton #randy orton imagine #randy orton x y/n #the legend killer #the viper #randy orton x oc

[random-thought-depository]

That said, I'm really not a fan of the thing in Dune adaptations of giving the Harkonnens a freaky and creepy aesthetic (which the Lynch movie did, which showed up in the planning of the never actually filmed Jodorowsky adaptation IIRC, and which IIRC the Villeneuve movie also did though I haven't seen it). There's layers to why I dislike it:

1) It's literally children's cartoon level characterization (and arguably would be a lazy and potentially harmful dramatic device even in children's media). Can we not do this "ugliness = evil" thing here, and if we have to can we at least do it in a less anvilicious way?

2) Frank Herbert going "I'm going to show Baron Harkonnen's amorality by making him a fat sexual deviant" is already possibly the most rancid thing in the book, can adaptations stop amping it up through Flanderization?

3) Speaking of which, it's a Flanderization from the actual book, where as far as I could tell Baron Harkonnen is physically just a regular disabled fat guy and there's no indication the Harkonnens have any particularly unusual or distinctive look aside from a hereditary tendency toward fatness.

4) The Atreides vs. Harkonnen conflict isn't a goodie vs. baddie conflict and specifically the Atreides aren't goodies, so jot that down. The Dune Imperium is an oligarchical eugenicist caste system and House Atreides and House Harkonnen specifically derive their power from and benefit from one of its worst features (its institutions of oligarchic hereditary privilege). A person like Leto I is almost certainly not going to have either the socialization or the incentives to be an actually good person, and, actually, insofar as he is maybe a genuinely less than averagely bad member of his class he's a lesson in what tends to happen to less than averagely bad members of oligarchic classes; the Emperor saw him as a threat, killed him, almost destroyed his House, and favored his enemy, I suspect partly because Vladdie H was too obviously evil to have the same charisma and therefore was less of a threat to the system. House Atreides and House Harkonnen would logically be fundamentally similar institutions staffed by fundamentally similar people. If I was going to use visual aesthetics and visual symbolism to communicate the similarities and differences between House Atreides and House Harkonnen, I would be trying to communicate their fundamental similarity.

When I was reading the actual book Geidi Prime gave me a shitty banana republic vibe, so if I were doing a fanfic or movie adaptation that's how I'd portray Geidi Prime and House Harkonnen; I'd give them banana republic right-wing dictatorship vibes. If I were doing a visual media adaptation, Rabban is the one I have the clearest mental image of: I'd have him strutting around in a pretty normal-looking (by our standards) military uniform and looking like the kind of guy you'd expect to see hobnobbing with Pinochet or Fulgencio Batista or Saddam Hussein.

#Dune

[cha-melodius]

Tension Tuesday

Tension Tuesday, you say?? Thanks for the tag @three-drink-amy! Safe to say I have MORE than a few options lmao, I live for tension. Though, amazingly, there's nothing really optimal for sharing from my WIPs at the moment. The brief: Post a scene with tension from either a WIP or a published fic!

Gonna share this moment from near the end of Nova, Baby because I really love how it turned out, just rife with tension. And if you haven't read it but are planning to, don't worry, no real spoilers herein.

The gun dealer he knows here, Diego, is a complete bastard, but he’s never given Alex any reason to think he’d double cross him. At least, not until Alex walks into his pawn shop and finds him looking decidedly nervous. He’s trying to play it cool, of course, but he’s twitchy, sweaty, elevated breathing rate, eyes flitting around like he’s expecting someone to pop out from behind a shelf at any minute. “Alejandro, so good to see you!” he greets Alex, with obvious, put-upon joviality. “Wish I could say the same,” Alex replies as he scours the interior for any sign that he’s about to get jumped. At least for now, they seem to be the only two in the shop. “You need guns, yes? I received your list,” Diego says, still fidgeting as he smiles too broadly. “That is a lot of heat, my friend.” “Do you have them?” “Yes, yes, of course. But they do not come cheap.” Alex stares at him for a long moment, letting Diego squirm under his gaze. “And what was the price of selling me out?” Diego chokes out a fake laugh, but there is real fear in his eyes now. “I’m sure I do not know what you’re talking about. You know my customers are never for sale.” “So it wasn’t money, then,” Alex surmises. It’s not that surprising. Batista is good at hitting people where it hurts. Diego says nothing. “How long do I have?” Alex asks. Out in front of the store, a car door slams. “Better for you if you don’t run,” Diego murmurs. Fat chance of that.

No pressure tags @rmd-writes, @clottedcreamfudge, @celeritas2997, @cricketnationrise, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @indomitable-love, @14carrotghoul, @welcometololaland, @mirilyawrites, @heytheredeann and anyone else who wants to play

#and then there is a BURST of action that follows #nova baby #rwrb spy au #about my fics

[faded-coat-of-blue]

(ADVANCE NOTICE: This post is spoiler-free)

So having only watched the original Knives Out for the first time last week, and having watched Glass Onion last night and just generally not being someone who enjoys film as a medium (though this is somewhat counterbalanced by me being the world’s biggest slut for murder mysteries)…

Ohhhhhhhhh my god. Oh my god that film was so good on so many different incredible levels and if you follow me here I can already guarantee that you’re exactly the kind of person who would adore it. I’m gonna try and throw some non-spoilery endorsements of it below, because unfortunately tumblr did spoil it quite significantly for me personally (luckily it’s the kind of film where that sorta doesn’t matter too much? Still enjoyable to see the mystery unfold even if you know where it’s ultimately headed)

1) it feels like almost too obvious a place to start, but both the casting and the acting in this movie were top notch. Daniel Craig took the half-caricature of a classic sleuth that he’d already done well in Knives Out and just perfected it. I won’t elaborate too much so as not to spoil characters, but the entire supporting cast felt hugely believable when they needed to be believable and were hilarious parodies when they needed to be funny - particular favourite performances of mine were Kate Hudson, Janelle Monáe and Edward Norton (whom I’ve always rated anyway but y’know), but honestly everyone, whether minor or major role, killed it

2) the political commentary is excellent and a lot more nuanced than you might initially think

3) it was an actually palatable COVID movie? It was truly delightful to see a ‘oh this happens to be set during COVID and like, it was such a big thing that obviously it’s going to influence a lot’ movie that at the same time wasn’t a ‘this is all (or even at all) a “life during COVID” movie’ - it was just there and acknowledged but it absolutely wasn’t integral to the movie

4) as a long-time wrestling fan, hi there, Batista’s dick. We missed you, buddy (for anyone concerned, it’s not ever shown explicitly but like… the speedos are tight)

5) utterly gorgeous set and costume design that (particularly the latter) was actually done with massive consideration for characterisation

6) many incredible (and in one instance downright hilarious) celebrity cameos (which normally I hate but you’ll see why it makes sense in this movie) - particular favourite had to be piss-drunk Yo-Yo Ma (who I’ll admit I only recognised because YouTube had literally recommended me a video of him two hours prior)

I think pretty much everything else I have to say about this film is spoilery but uhhhhhhh

please watch it

Oh and if you’ve seen it and either want to froth at me or you can think of non-spoilery good things that I’ve missed (I’ve already thought of one) please please DM me or reply or whatever

7) every single way in which the Mona Lisa is used in this movie

8) the fact that I can’t put my finger on it but if you’d told me everything I know about this movie from start to finish without me seeing it, I would’ve assumed I was getting Goncharov’ed

#knives out #glass onion

[divinaoscuridad]

i've been gone for so long, that lots of my replies got completely lost in my activity bar, so if we had a thread prior to my hiatus & i don't do your reply, i genuinely can't find it. lots, if not all of my previous threads, will probably be dropped ( i'm so sorry about that tbh )! that being said, now that i'm back, give this a like and i'll go through some of your opens & maybe reach out to plot? i'd love to find some new writing partner's to get back in the groove of things. i'm open to a lot of plots ( minus taboo stuff ).

platonic, romantic, enemies, even criminals on the run, i'm all about it! for romantic plots, i'm open to m/m or m/f but i don't do f/f ( really because i don't play female muses rip ), my muse heavily leans on queer plots though, but if the chemistry is there, it's there! a few of my characters have a criminal/serial killer!verse for the indie horror rp lovers and a regular verse. also please note i don't play underage muses or fcs and don't want to rp with underage muses, fcs or muns! all of my muses are 18+, so are all the fcs i use. here is a list of all the muses i have with linked bios, though i may or may not add more, so this might change. please let me know if you'd be interested! lastly, here is a link to my guidelines, which i'd very much love if you read if you're interested in writing together ♡

♡ alexei rakov ( nicholas galitzine fc ) - only has a regular verse ♡ austin chambers ( noah lalonde fc ) - has a regular verse and a serial killer verse, main verse is his serial killer verse ♡ benjamin de la mota ( iñaki godoy fc ) - has a regular verse and a serial seducer/killer verse, main verse is his regular verse ♡ casey rutherford ( thomas weatherall fc ) - has a regular verse and a serial killer verse, main verse is his regular verse ♡ dustin hartley ( alex fitzalan fc ) - only has a regular verse ♡ felix amorim ( andré lamoglia fc ) - has a regular verse and a notorious thief/getaway driver verse, main verse is his regular verse ♡ fiore gattuso ( lorenzo zurzolo fc ) - only has a regular verse ♡ gabriele "gabry" gabutti ( simone baldasseroni fc ) - only has a regular verse ♡ hayden mitchell ( mason gooding fc ) - has a regular verse and a serial killer verse, main verse is his regular verse ♡ hunter stakston ( drew starkey fc ) - only has a regular verse ♡ lorenzo montaner ( fernando lindez fc ) - has a regular verse and a 'professional' hacker helping notorious criminals with wire fraud and things of the likes verse, main verse is his regular verse ♡ mikael "mitch" ivanov ( nicholas galitzine fc ) - only has a regular verse ♡ nicolas "nick" veluz ( evan mock fc ) - has a regular verse and a thief and serial killer verse, main verse is his regular verse ♡ santiago "santi" mata ( taylor zakhar perez fc ) - only has a regular verse ♡ stellan alto ( herman tømmeraas fc ) - only has a criminal verse, is a notorious drug lord similar to pablo escobar at his 'peak' era ♡ thiago batista ( andré lamoglia fc ) - only has a regular verse ♡ valentino "val" lucaferri ( franco masini fc ) - only has a regular verse ♡ wesley "wes" lafleur ( tyler lawrence gray fc ) - only has a regular verse

#indie rp #indie gay rp #gay indie rp #indie bi rp #indie open rp #open rp #indie starter #indie oc rp #if u see this flop... no u didn't #i still need to go thru rereading all my bios to check for spelling errors so if u see a spelling error in any bio... no u didn't akjfdnvjk

[linkspooky]

CHOUIN X, CHAPTER 41.1 THOUGHTS.

Another interesting chapter with lots of character development for Tokio and set up for future plotlines. In my last post I speculated their might be a future relationship between Azuma and Palma so it's interesting that this chapter it's Tokio who senses that she's in trouble and goes out of his way to save her. More thoughts under the cut:

I NEED A HERO

The chapter begins with Tokio sensing Palmera's crisis, presumably because they are both Beast Choujin and they were both given their abilities with the same serum made from Zora's blood. Tokio's argument with his teacher is actually a pretty nuanced one where both sides have a point.

Tokio is right in that a chaosified Choujin presents a risk to not only the person who's chaosified but also everyone around them, and there is legitimately no one else on hand to handle it and people might be hurt in the time they wait for backup.

It calls back to Tokio's conversation with his little birdy friend, those who hesitate lose. Though Tokio might not be thinking entirely clearly here if he's motivated by his fear of losing people above all else. It's very Kaneki of him, to hate to be helpless and do nothing in this situation.

On the other hand not only is Zora the bigger objective they are after a person who is a risk to even more people, but this is also Tokio's misison. He's the one who asked everyone to delay their mission amonth and trust him to hunt down the source of the Opium. He took on the responsibility, it's therefore irresponsible of him to just change his mind halfway through and then run off to save someone half-cocked.

At the same time, Yamato Mori is given the power they have because their mission is to save people. It's against the nature of their mission to sacrifice someone who they can save, and abandon them in order to claim a higher objective. Heroes are supposed to save people. It's their duty and the responsibility they've been trusted with.

It's a good conflict where Tokio has to figure out where his duty lies. Letting someone else handle Palma is a more utilitarian decision for a greater objective. Saving her is a more altruistic decision. What's more important? Maintaining law and order, or helping the people in front of you.

Not to insert Azuma into everything (can you tell he's my favorite) but he'd probably favor the former over the latter considering his policeman father.

One more piece of foreshadowing is setting up Tokio with the objective of being the one to succeed Sandek. Once again the author making a parallel between Tokio and Sandek, while Azuma is continually paralleled to Batista.

In a previous post I discussed whether it was more likely for Azuma or Tokio to eventually defect from Yamato and join Zora's cult, and I think setting up Tokio as a successor to Sandek is more proof that he might be the one to stay with Yamato Mori.

Though on the other hand Sandek arguing with Sato and going against the parameters of his mission to save Satomi might also be proof that his values don't allign with the values with Yamato Mori, which might eventually give him reason to leave.

There's a lot of potential set-up with this chapter. If Satomi is saved by Tokio that might give her a reason to join up with Yamato Mori and give her further interactions with Azuma. We'll have to see how all this setup pays off in future chapters.

#tokio kurohara #cx meta #choujin x meta #choujin x

[witchofinterest]

Trying to spread some positivity in the OC community today, so: tell me ten random facts about Cal! Whatever fun little tidits you can think of, tell us about them!! <3

Hey Dolly!!! I love your new user! and your new theme is gorgeous!!!!!

Sure! Thank you!

1. Cal didn’t swear before she met Deb.

2. She’s very artisticly inclined! She’s really good at art, mostly drawing. And she sings when she’s happy, even though she’s not the best at it.

3. Cal’s born in blood moment was being strangled by her grandmother when she was a kid. It was suppressed till she was strangled again as an adult.

4. Cal used to do people’s homework for money back when she lived in the sorority house.

5. One of Cal’s favorite short-term jobs was running a bingo tournament.

6. Her best friend is Jamie Batista!

7. Despite being a fairly prolific serial killer, just behind Dexter, Cal never gets a moniker ala the bay harbor butcher.

8. During their second meeting Cal repeats something Rachel Lemar once said to Dexter and it’s part of why he spares her life.

9. The two loves of Cal’s life could not be more different! Cassie is a popular sorority girl and Zach is a weird off-putting guy who has no friends.

10. Cal was catholic growing up and lost her faith around age 14.

#oc cal knoll #oc rachel lemar #thank u! #i love cal a lot #strangulation tw #violence tw #murder mention tw

[solarsonicsoda]

Wrestlemania Main Event Reviews - Wrestlemania 22

John Cena (c) def. Triple H for the WWE Championship in 22:11

Triple H is out with a fancy video and everything here, sitting on a big throne and looking angry. Bow Down to the King plays as he sits, fades out, and then The Game kicks in, which is a bit awkward. HHH is posing a lot on the turnbuckle and it’s very funny. John Cena gets a video about the Great Depression and gangsters to start that says you need Hustle, Loyalty and Respect cos he’s from… Massachusetts. Some 30s bad guy music plays as his crew of gangsters come out in a car, then My Time is Now plays, Cena comes out in gangster garb, shoots a Tommy gun at the sky and walks out. Two very awkward entrances, and Cena is already at his “you love him or you hate him” stage, as the video package tries to portray gangsters too. Lillian Garcia gives them grand introductions and the crowd loves HHH, hates Cena. This one feels like a big deal but the crowd aren’t following the blue collar worker vs. privileged rich guy narrative JR is pushing on commentary.

They lock up and HHH takes control. He’s outwrestling Cena. JR says he doesn’t have any bling bling and he doesn’t listen to hip hop, but he likes his work ethic. Amazing. The crowd is passionate about this one. They love HHH! Cena gets tossed outside and HHH taunts the crowd, but Cena fights him all over the ring and is running wild. From pillar to post, he then hits a cool-looking suplex. He locks in a chin lock and soon is fighting HHH with more punches. He Irish whips him into the corner and he flies over as he did in the match with Batista. They fight outside and Cena gets a backdrop on the steel of the ramp. Cena rolls him in to pin for 2, and coming off the ropes, he gets hit with a knee strike from HHH. Triple H has control and launches Cena into the steps. HHH pins eventually but only gets 2. Suplex from HHH as he wears down Cena, including a knee strike followed by a quick, impactful clothesline. Cena tries to fight back but HHH is too prepared. Cena powers out of a neck vice as the crowd has duelling Cena chants. He gets out but Cena is straight back into a sleeper hold. Cena starts to work out of it in the corner, but gets caught with a big boot. HHH runs the ropes but Cena hits a lovely clothesline for a double down. Back and forth, and Cena is taking the advantage, avoids a HHH counter to hit another set of clotheslines. Big slams from Cena and sets up for the Five-Knuckle Shuffle but gets caught with a spinebuster. Cena hits some leaping shoulder tackles but gets caught with a sleeper hold, though he’s learnt and is able to easily counter with a side suplex and Five-Knuckle Shuffle. He signals for and hits an STFU that looks unsurprisingly not good but HHH gets the ropes. Cena lifts HHH but he gets down and sends Cena into the corner and referee Mike Chioda. He low blows both, and then does Cena’s You Can’t See Me taunt, which gets boos, then a DX crotch chop, which gets cheers. HHH gets the sledgehammer, Cena counters at first but gets caught. HHH covers and Chioda crawls over: 1, 2, kick out! The crowd pops despite their Cena distaste! They thought that was it. HHH sets up for the Pedigree, back drop, FU from Cena, but 2-count! The crowd are invested now! Cena misses a crossbody from the top, HHH attempts a Pedigree, Cena locks in the STFU smoothly, arm drop spot for HHH who survives, but he has to tap to the STFU! Kinda odd, but winning with the STFU fits the story. Cena celebrates as the crowd are surprised. 

Pros: Good story, high energy, smart pacing Cons: Had the crowd lost for the first half, odd finish

This match was pretty similar to Batista vs. Triple H from the previous year, but I felt it was paced a little better with slightly better action, however it lacked the impact of that match, and had an odd finish. The story was a bit more engaging than that match’s also, with it being clear on commentary too. The crowd were also pretty against the set up here, they did not like Cena but he was kept the babyface. They came around in the end but it did work against the match. 

3.5 STARS OUT OF 5 

#wrestlemania main event reviews #wrestlemania 22 #wrestlemania xxii #wrestlemania #wwe #wrestling #pro wrestling #john cena #triple h

[nsk96]

Outsider's Gift

A Dishonored fan fiction by N.S.K. (Available on AO3)

I don't know what trigger warnings to add right now so I apologize in advance. All I could think of is the spookiness and mild abrasive language. Please let me know if there are any warnings I should add. Feedback is welcome <3

Chapter 1: Call of the Void

[Month of Harvest, 1834]

It was a warm night in the Batista mining district of Karnaca. The turbulent winds of the Sirhrocco Currents made their way down the mountain’s mouth and slapped violently against the windbreaks surrounding the city. The thrashing could be heard from an apartment nearby. On the second floor, stood a young girl, no older than three years-old who was silently peering out the doorway of her bedroom. She was listening to her mother’s conversation with friends in the dining room.

Then, she made her move. Creeping into the hallway on her toes, the back end of her blue blouse became jammed in the door. Wump! She fell as her face and hands smacked against the floorboards. Her eyes watered and throat tightened but she fought back the tears. No, she mustn’t cry…not now. Through blurry eyes, she surveyed her surroundings and the conversation of the women in the dining room continued, undisturbed by the commotion. The young girl smirked, happy to continue her mischief.

“The Outsider is a demon, I tell you!” one woman in a brown dress, exclaimed. She had silver hair and a pale face adorned with smile lines, but she was full of life and adamant on not sinking into her age. Her sapphire eyes widened as she narrated her rendition of the rumors she heard. “With black eyes darker than the night, he likes to haunt people in their dreams. He drags them into the Void while they sleep, to the place where he rules. He’s the king of the Void!” She slammed her hand against the table. The plates shook and the remainder of spiced fish stew splattered around in a bowl with plantains. This startled the young girl, making her clench her fists.

Her mother, calm and cool as always, downed Orbon rum from her shot glass. “Janot, have you even seen the Void?” she asked sarcastically with a smirk. Her brown eyes narrowed at the older woman, as she ran a sunkissed hand through the strands of her smooth black hair. Janot’s eyes darted around the room and she muttered.

“I-I-I haven’t but I’ve heard enough rumors to know,” Janot said with a proud nod. “Everyone has heard of him, Marisa, and I know about your dealings with him.”

“The Outsider was a good friend of mine,” Marisa replied with confidence. Although deep down, she felt irritated. Over time, it became easier to ignore the rumors that were spread by the people in Serkonos, for they didn’t know him like she did. He was her secret friend that only those closest to her knew about. Janot however, didn’t care much for Marisa’s stories of him. She thought Marisa to be under his spell. “He is a curious man, nothing evil about him. Isn’t that right, Adriana?”

“I’m sure a wild girl like you would know!” said the young woman who donned a grey frilly dress. Adriana was Marisa’s dearest friend and confidant since childhood. A best friend to her during their school days in Karnaca; a sister to her when Marisa was sold by her step father to evil men, until they later ran away to Daud and the whalers. Even now, she stayed by her side, occupying the apartment right next door. Unlike Marisa, Adriana loved to keep her curly auburn hair short. She’d say it makes it easier to wear her whaler gear, just in case she decided to go back to that life.

Despite appearances, these women were not your typical aristocrats. They came from the depths of society and rose to high status with their labor…though their labor involved finding a large sum of money. A well-kept secret between the three of them that has bound them together. The women laughed in unison, reminiscing on old times, until Adriana spotted the golden green eyes of the young girl staring at her from the hallway.

“It looks like someone is still awake,” Adriana crooned. The women turned their heads towards the little girl, and she grinned in response as she clutched her braid.

Marisa sighed and approached the girl with a smile. “Vivia, I told you to go to sleep,” she said warmly. “Adult conversation is no place for a child.” Marisa gently lifted Vivia in her arms, cradling her against her hip. “Say goodnight to Janot and aunt Adriana.” Over her mother’s shoulder, Vivia waved at the women smiling warmly at her.

“Night night aunt Addy, night night Janny,” Vivia chirped.

“Goodnight, dear,” Janot replied as she blew a kiss. Vivia poorly mimicked her, blowing her a kiss with an over-extended palm and a sweet smile that illuminated her face.

Vivia then rested her head on Marisa’s shoulder as she was delivered to her room. As Marisa gently pulled the sheets back, Vivia crawled onto her bed. Her mind swirled with questions about the Void and the Outsider. Too much for a young mind to handle.

“Mama, who Ou-sider?” Vivia finally asked as Marisa tucked the sheets around her tiny daughter.

Before she could answer Adriana blurted out, “the black-eyed bastard, that’s who!” She was peeking in and thought it was a perfect opportunity to joke around with her niece as usual.

Marisa giggled. “Watch your language,” she joked. She turned back to Vivia. “He’s someone I knew a long time ago. When you’re older, I’ll tell you the whole story.”

“Risa,” Adriana said, resting her hands on her hips. “I’m sure she would love to hear about your wild adventures with the king of the Void.”

“Ana…” Marisa waved a finger at her.

“The handsome demon with the black eyes. Oh, how those eyes can stare deep into your soul as his black fog engulfs your body…I’m jealous that you were his favorite.”

“Adriana!” Marisa exclaimed with wide eyes and mouth agape.

“I’m sorry, Risa,” Adriana nonchalantly replied as she slipped her black gloves on. “You know I like to tease you.” Vivia observed Adriana closely. She watched as the black glove concealed the mark on the back of her hand; the same mark her mother bore on hers.

“I know,” Marisa sighed. “She’s just too young to hear that part.” Vivia wondered if the Void was the same place she saw a couple of nights ago. However, she had a question of higher urgency.

“Mama,” Vivia whispered. “Daemeen is king of void, can I be prinzezz?” She couldn’t properly pronounce the word “demon” yet, nor was she sure what it meant. All that concerned her was becoming royalty.

“You can be anything you want but, please stay away from the Void. A lot of danger lurks there.” Marisa gently caressed her daughter’s cheek.

“I’m sure she would be fine,” Adriana replied. “He won’t let anything hurt her in there.”

“He better not! He may be immortal but I will kill the bastard if any of the monsters in the void dare lay a hand, spike, finger, flipper or fin on her.”

Adriana snorted. “Well, let’s hope he never shows up in her dreams then,” she teased. “Sometimes…I wonder if his gift is actually a curse.”

“We may never know the price for accepting his mark, until the day we die.” Marisa chuckled nervously as she whipped around to Vivia, who was now staring out the window. A mountain that was reminiscent of a whale tooth, sat eerily in the distance. It begged for her attention every moment of every day. The Sirhrocco Currents were its siren call.

“Can I go there?” Vivia asked, eyes still glued to the view. Marisa shook her head.

“Shindaraey peak is no place for a child,” Marisa replied with a shaky voice and frown.

Adriana butted in again. “It’s no place for humans. Period.” She leaned up against the door frame and sighed. “They say the portal to the Void is there. People who go there, never come back.”

“Now, now, there is no need for ghost stories,” Marisa said. “Shindaraey is just a dangerous place.” Marisa feared what lied in wait at the mountain…and it wasn’t the Void. She pulled the sheets and snugly tucked them under Vivia’s chin. “Now then…it’s time for you to sleep, my love.” She planted a kiss on Vivia’s forehead and she hesitated for a moment, waiting for Vivia to ask for a bedtime story. The request never came. Why would it anyways? Marisa’s storytelling skill was nothing compared to that of the man she loved: Vivia’s father.

“Night night, Mama.” Vivia beamed at her only to be reciprocated with a quivering smile. Marisa was overcome with sorrow as all she could think about was him. Her husband was gone for the night again.

“Good night my dear,” Marisa said as she left the room with Adriana who gently waved her hand at Vivia. As the door closed, Vivia saw the darkness swirl under her eyelids and her body sunk into the ocean of the dreamworld.

A cold breeze whipped Vivia’s face causing her to crank her eyelids open. She noticed her room was different. Around her, were black shard-like platforms floating into a dark grey world, like debris drifting in a sea. Jumping up from her bed, Vivia grabbed her favorite hat from on top of the dresser. She flung the blue skimmer hat onto her head and eagerly ran towards the rocky pathway that lied before her.

Wandering into the familiar realm, her bedroom soon became lost behind her and an eerie light in the grey sky lit her way. She kept going, as whale song could be heard in the distance. She kept going, not knowing the dangers that waited in the shadows. She kept going…not knowing she was being watched. Just like the last time she visited, a strange presence has been watching her, following her every move.

Her eyes darted around in awe. Could this be the Void the grownups spoke of?

A strange voice echoed around Vivia, stopping her in her tracks. “Not many of the living have been here,” a young man’s voice resonated. She looked up and saw him levitating in the air against the starless grey sky. His eyes were black ink, like those of the leviathans that roamed the seas, reflecting nothing but the unnatural light of the Void. A black smoke swirled around him. Without a doubt, this was the Outsider. He donned a grey jacket with a tall collar, as leather boots embraced his feet up to his calves. His black hair was strangely well kept with uneven bangs framing the side of his pale face. Vivia knew this had to be the man her mother spoke of earlier. The black-eyed bastard. Deep down, she knew it in her heart.

He spoke again and a hint of sarcasm lingered in his voice. “Oh, little Vivia…do I even need to say it? You’ve wandered into the Void yet again.” He gracefully lowered to the ground, keeping a large distance between them.

“De…daemeen!” Vivia exclaimed with glee. Under the Outsider’s cold demeanor, danger lurked. Despite what the grownups said, his obsidian eyes and deathly presence did not scare Vivia. Instead, she felt safe. She felt a warmth emanating from within him. A warmth that was unexpected in the cold lifeless domain that is the Void.

“Damien?” The Outsider questioned, “no one has ever called me that…” He teleported closer, the black smoke circulating around him with his every movement. The light illuminated his face. His milky skin, kissed by death, possessed a blueish hue. “The fate of the whole world rests on your shoulders and you walk, unaware of it all…” The Outsider smirked as he paced towards the small child. “Such an overwhelming responsibility for such a small person.” Vivia stretched her arms up towards him and jumped up repeatedly. His eyes leered down at her as he stroked his chin. “I’ve waited to meet you for more than a century…I thought you’d be taller.”

“Up!” She exclaimed. Unable to resist, the Outsider awkwardly lifted the child with both hands and held her toward the grey sky.

“I think this is how people in the world hold children…” The Outsider speculated. His head tilted while his eyes examined her face. “Now…how did Marisa hold you, again?” The Outsider cradled Vivia in his arms over his hip and she giggled in response.

“Be my friend?” Vivia crooned as a broad smile graced her face. Her big green eyes gazed at him and as the light entered, the golden flecks glittered. It reminded him of the golden olive oil he saw crafted in the east of Serkonos. After all this time, the Outsider could see everything and everyone, yet he couldn’t remember where he’d seen these eyes before. He knew they didn’t belong to her mother. As for her father? He wasn’t sure.

“Such innocent creatures, humans are when they are children. I wonder what will become of you over the years. Will you choose to abandon your destiny? Or will you rewrite it with blood?” He carefully tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I don’t know if I will have the chance to witness it. My story in the Void shall soon come to its conclusion. I will be torn away from this place, gone with the leviathans who once ruled the seas. Then someday soon, the people of the known world will no longer bear my mark…they will bear yours.”

“And I will be a prinzezz?” An ordinary dream for an unordinary girl. Little did she know, that all of her dreams would one day be ripped from her by the Void and its unforgiving grasp.

“That’s up to you,” the Outsider chuckled. He stared at her in awe thinking of how much she resembled her mother; a heart-shaped face, round nose, and a grin that could melt any heart...even a dead one.

“I want a story,” Vivia grinned. The Outsider’s black eyes widened in disbelief. Most of his chosen never seemed to care much for his monologues and yet, here was a child who has nothing better to do than to listen to his monologues all day.

“Is that so?” The Outsider’s lips curved in amusement. He loved surprises. He wasn’t expecting this small child to feel so at ease in his arms much less to have the bravery to make demands of him. Most adults would cower in fear with just one glimpse of him in the shadows, and children would shake in their bones at the mere mention of his name. He was the boogeyman, a trickster, or devil to some. To others he was a myth or beloved god. To a select few, he was the black-eyed bastard who granted dark gifts. To Vivia…he was just another person.

She is Marisa and more, he thought to himself.

Vivia pressed the tips of her fingers together and pleaded her case. “Papa tells stories,” she mumbled. “And I sleep, but he not here…” A sorrow washed over her and she looked down, breaking her gaze from the Outsider’s eyes. His smile faded too, and face scrunched in disgust as his body tensed. He knew of Marisa’s husband. A man whose goal was to marry into money. Although he was a decent father to Vivia, he had a tendency to leave his family behind every other night for the warmth of the nearby brothel. He’d disappear, not returning until the next morning. It was on nights like these where Marisa’s unhappiness reflected in her eyes no matter how much she tried to conceal it. Deep within, the Outsider wished things could be different for her and Vivia, but Marisa wouldn’t want him meddling with their lives anymore.

“Please tell me a story,” Vivia pleaded. A warm smile returned to the Outsider’s face and his body relaxed.

“I…I think I have a couple of stories to tell you,” he said with a wide grin. If he was still human, his face would become rosy with happiness. His heart jumped with excitement, for he had more than just a couple of stories; he had 4000 years-worth to tell. The Outsider hesitated for a moment, contemplating where to start. “One of my favorites is about a beautiful woman who traveled to Pandyssia. But my favorite story of all time is about a handsome brave man who lost two empresses…although I don’t know if that version of the story exists in this timeline yet. It could be his daughter’s story. Or maybe…I can tell you about the woman who fell in love with the Void four years ago.”

“Story time, story time!” Vivia wriggled excitedly in his arms. The Outsider chuckled.

“Patience, little one. Let’s get you home first before your mother kills me.” The duo strolled back to her room where he tucked her in and recounted tales from times past, and tales from times yet to come. Once Vivia fell asleep, the Outsider slipped back into the Void. Not a single trace left behind.That place wasn’t so bad, Vivia thought to herself. When she wakes up, this will all be just a dream. Rebelling against her mother’s warning, she would begin the next day with a secret of her own. Then when the night returns to Serkonos, she would once again wander into the Void.

Commission art by @trashy-corvian

@uncontrol-freak @kg-clark-inthedark @theflyingsealion @brassyasssassafrasaphone Thank you all so much for helping me decide on a mark/symbol for this fan fic.

@shower-man @starsharks thank you for helping me figuring out the eye color :3

Notes: I finally finished the first chapter. I'm sorry it took so long but after numerous revisions I think I'm finally satisfied with it (may revise again at a later date if I have the time because my brain can never be happy with my writing :D)

#outsider’s gift #dishonored #fan fiction #the outsider #dishonored fan fiction #nsk #dishonored the outsider #dishonored just gained a third dad (at least in my mind) #the trio of good dads: Corvo/Daud/Outsider #writeblr #tw spooky #tw language #tw cursing #tw ghosts

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Eurovision 2022: #26

26. Cyprus

Andromache - “Ela” 27th place

Decade Rank: #52/79 [Above Blind Channel, below The Black Mamba]

Happy holidays! It’s time to emerge from off-season mode and power through the remainder of these updates, as we get excited for more niche faves that are destined to fall flat and be terrible (my prayers are with you, Megara and Tokimeki and Chérine). 

Funnily enough I HAD prepared an larger, sharper update for Andromache earlier but my PC crashed so here’s a more unabridged and ranty version: CYPRUS HAD THAT NQ COMING!!!!!! For the past four years they were riding Eleni’s coattails and attempting to placate the Fa...ns Of This Show in increasedly soulless knock-offs, so it was only a matter that came flying back into their faces like a fanged boomerang.

I wasn’t necessarily rooting for the failure of this *particular* Cyprus entry, though. “Ela” at least made an attempt at sounding genuinely Cypriotic. It also somehow took ten people, (one of them being one of Stefania’s Invisible Men), to write this basic ethnic tune. To top it of, an anemic female lead whose name can affectionately (and accurately) be bastardized into “AndroidMachine”. The bones of a quirky random fave were there!

Sadly, the live. I don’t think the voice was as bad as I’ve seen others proclaim it to have been, but it was Very Not Good. AndroidMachine always the problem of sounding both very nasal and very bored, like a Sarah McTiernan on perdolan,  but even with taking that into account, it’s surprising she did so poorly. She failed to hit many notes of this - again- really basic tune while virtually standing still? Did you not rehearse, Andro? Do you have an Ikea membership I’m unaware of?

Worse vocals have qualified before though, so good visuals COULD have brought solace (in the form of shoving Azer out of the finals), but alas. 

Cramming Andro into a polystyreme scallop and having her emit a mermaid call like was a promising premise. I WAS hoping for a Batista-like staging, as with shirtless adonises to distract as much as possible from Andromache being... wel... herself.  

However, the act Cyprus went with was just some inane flailing + colours projections that cast shadows ON THE FUCKING SHELL. 

But don’t worry about the lack of dynamism, after the blue, we’re going repeat the same thing with yellow and magenta. 🙃 It’s easy to see why Cyprus NQ’d but also see that it very easily could have been avoided. Just... give us some life? Some movement? Like a performance befitting an AndroidMachine, "Ela” was run entirely on Airplane Mode. 

But hey at least the Basics got to live their life out of this one, I guess, evidenced by that one Spanish guy getting the shell tattoo’d on his wrist. 😂 (was he Spanish? idk. Getting an “Ela” tattoo requires a specific combination of feral impulsivity and insanity that I’m only willing to attribute to certain Spanish fans). Each to their own, I guess, and I have other faves to stan!

I cannot wait to see which lessons Cyprus have learned from this journey 🙂 (none, because they chose Andrew Limpbrou for 2023 lmfaooooo)

BUT WAIT because it’s been so long and it’s almost New Year here’s a bonus update where I boot some additional rando I don’t really care for. Let’s hear it for:

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25. ARMENIA 

Rosa Linn - “Snap” 20th place

Decade rank: 50/79 [above The Black Mamba, below James Newman]

"Snap” is cute. It was a fairly unremarkable Eurovision entry though. 🙂

THE RANKING

25. ARMENIA - Rosa Linn - “Snap” 26. CYPRUS - Andromache - “Ela” 27. LATVIA - Citi Zeni - “Eat your salad” 28. DENMARK - ReDDI - “The show” 29. BULGARIA - Intelligent Music Project - “Intention” 30. GREECE - Amanda Tenjford - “Die together” 31. POLAND - Ochman - “River” 32. MONTENEGRO - Vladana - “Breathe” 33. FINLAND - The Rasmus - "Jezebel" 34. BELGIUM - Jérémie Makiese - “Miss you” 35. NORWAY - Subwoolfer - “Give that wolf a banana” 36. AUSTRALIA - Sheldon Riley - “Not the same” 37. SWITZERLAND - Marius Bear - “Boys do cry” 38. AZERBAIJAN - Nadir Rustamli - “Fade to black” 39. ITALY - Mahmood & Blanco - “Brividi” 40. ISRAEL - Michael Ben David - “I.M” (yes, that is the canonical Rosa Linn write-up ^_^)

#Eurovision 2022 #Eurovision Song Contest #Eurovision #ESC #ESC2022 #Cyprus #Armenia #Andromache #Ela #Rosa Linn #Snap