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wisted-twunderland · 10 months

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TWST boys go to Disneyland!

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Ace: Is an absolute fiend on the teacups and knows which one spins the fastest (the orange diamond) and how to really get it spinning.

Deuce: Gets spun too fast on the teacups by Ace and throws up. When he feels better he enjoys being the Pilot on Smuggler's Run.

Cater: Documents the whole thing on Magicam in real time. He gets all of the classic shots, like the selfie in front of the castle, holding up the Dole Whip in front of the Tiki Room, etc.

Trey: Spends a lot of time on Main Street sampling all the different confectionaries. Also sits with Deuce after he throws up.

Riddle: Will ride the Alice in Wonderland ride and talk about all the historical inaccuracies to anyone who will listen.

Savannaclaw

Leona: He's been dragged here too many times with his nephew and made to ride all the kiddie rides, so he'd rather skip the whole thing and nap in the hotel room. But when he is inevitably dragged to the park, he enjoys the atmosphere of Adventureland and eats an unreal amount of meat skewers from Bengal Barbeque.

Ruggie: Doesn't go because it's too expensive. Nah I'm just kidding, he goes, but he definitely packs all his own food. Goes through the bakery tour and the Ghirardelli factory tour for the free bread and chocolate until he's told he can't have any more free samples.

Jack Howl: He likes Frontierland best, because it's the least crowded (and the cactus landscaping is exceptional).

Octavinelle

Azul: He's not big on rides, but he really enjoys scouring the historical showcases at the front of the park. As the owner of his own up and coming mega-conglomerate, he is eager to glean any information he can about the park and its rise to fame (and fortune).

Jade: He's very eager to get a selfie in from the yellow mushroom in Fantasyland, claiming its because of its historical significance. (Did you know it used to be a ticket booth?)

Floyd: Rides any and all of the roller coasters as many times as possible. Is not above pushing past little kids to run to the next ride.

Scarabia

Kalim: Is as excited as any kid there. Wants to see and do everything, and cries at the fireworks at the end of the day.

Jamil: Spends most of his time trying to keep up with Kalim and make sure he drinks some water once in a while. Enjoys the music and the parade more than he lets on.

Pomfiore

Vil: Enjoys the park from under a sun parasol, UV shades, and a high SPF sunscreen. He HATES that Snow White's Scary Adventure has been turned into *~*Snow White's Enchanted Wish*~*. The kids of today are WEAK.

Rook: He is hunting aiming to meet as many characters as possible and get them to sigh in his hit signature book.

Epel: Makes it his goal to sample every kind of candy apple in each of its differently decorated forms (Poor bear apple, Mickey ears apple, marshmallow apple, baby yoda apple, etc). Also a roller coaster fanatic.

Ignihyde

idia: Rides Buzz Lightyear's Astro Blaster's over and over trying to beat the all time high score (it's his). Knows where all the best targets are and can turn the cart with one hand while shooting with the other. ("This is the OG of interactive rides, even though Toy Story Mania may be more modern, this ride paved the way. At the time getting your picture taken and sending it to friends via email was unheard of but this ride blah blah blah blah...)

Ortho: Enjoys Pirates of the Carribean for its theming and "primitive robotics". Likes Great Moments with Mr. Lincoln for the same reason.

Diasomnia

Malleus: Will purchase and consume a Mickey shaped ice cream bar at every opportunity (He knows where all the ice cream carts are by the end of trip). He finds Fantasia amusing and says that the dragon is a "passable likeness".

Lillia: He's amazed at how much the park has changed since he was last here ("Star Wars Land? That area used to be a petting zoo.") Enjoys Haunted Mansion and startling Sebek in the queue.

Sebek: "We need to make sure we use our Lightning Lane at precisely 3:30, and then we must get to Goofy's Kitchen immediately after for our character dining experience, after which we must reserve our spot for the fireworks..." He's extremely concerned with getting the most out of the trip and ensuring that Malleus has a good time (Malleus doesn't care).

Silver: Enjoys the Sleeping Beauty walkthrough, as it is dark, full of vintage charm, and uncrowded. Falls asleep before the fireworks ever start.

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eatmekaneki · 5 months

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Paradise Fallen-

Chapter One

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Series Summary: God is dead and so is the Devil. Only the angels and demons on earth are here to help us now.

You find yourself mixed in a battle between forces of good and evil when you witness a crime on a dark road at night and get moved into witness protection.

The criminal is baited into finding you so he can be pulled out of hiding. You start to have your heart and body pulled back and forth between this blue eyed angel and the fanged fiend who sneaks into your bed at night.

Warnings/Tags(*for entire series): Graphic Violence, Smut, Angels and Demons au, Vampire!Getou, Angel!Gojo, Angel!Nanami, Demon!Toji, Fallen Angel!Choso, FMM threesomes, Poly relationships, dubcon, knifeplay, gun play,

Notes: trying my hand at a series for jjk and crossing my fingers ! Hope you guys like it 🖤

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~”The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..”- Paradise Lost~

Humanity often yelled out to a god, wondering if he was listening. From the start of life, for most the call came unanswered. Over time the answers seemed even more silent and the world became even more violent.

People started to wonder if there even was a god to begin with at all.

A small group knew the truth, that yes god was here, at one point. The same few know the darker truth. That he’s been dead for quite a while, and those who killed him walk right among us every day, hiding in shadows and in our stores and businesses and maybe even in our very families and homes.

You never thought about fantastical or religious things like gods and angels and demons. You didn’t feel the need to curse a god for the shitty hand you’d been dealt in life and you never believed in one to start.

The biggest thing on your mind right now was driving your takeout chinese food home before it got cold.

The spring rolls and rice were sitting in white boxes tilting slightly to the side almost spilling over on the seat next to you. You were shooting your eyes back and forth checking on it at every turn as you drove, not wanting to make a mess and spill your precious food.

The mess could be dealt with, it’s not like your shitty car was spotless anyways. You certainly didn’t try and trash it, but you worked long days. Also who has time to take care of every little Tupperware container and wrapper on the floor?

Losing the food would break your heart though. It was rare that you could afford something like this.

It was a special treat, a congratulations to yourself for your measly little raise you got at the factory you worked at.

Though it was just a standard raise anyone got for working at the company for a year.

You sighed and turned up the radio to distract yourself from souring your celebration.

You had to keep a positive mindset.

You might be single, you might have a shitty job at a factory that makes folding chairs, you might have a shitty car and a shitty apartment, and shitty friends that don’t call…but…

You realized you almost lost the point of the whole thing.

‘but I have this takeout food’ you weakly grinned.

You had seen the flashing lights from a police car indicating someone had been pulled over coming up ahead.

They had parked off to the shoulder of the road. You didn’t think much of it at first, until only a few moments later there were red brake lights in your lane right in front of you.

You hadn’t noticed before that a car was ahead of you. Now they cut through the dark night’s dimness and shined brightly right in front of you. You had no choice but to slam your brakes down hard. Sending not only your already precariously positioned spring rolls and rice; but your main dish flying as well. They hit the windshield scattering with a splat, as your head slammed against your steering wheel hard with a smack.

Of course your shitty car had shitty airbags that didn’t work.

You didn’t feel anything on your head, you thought that was strange considering how hard you’d hit it. You were able to hear the metal crushing against metal as you had hit the car in front of you. You were well aware of the sweet and sour sauce dripping from a cracked windshield and splattered across the inside of your car.

You were now also aware your head was still resting on the steering wheel and you hadn’t lifted it yet. You were tired, this was all too tiring…

You closed your eyes for just a moment to rest…

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“Are you sure you killed them all?” a raspy voice spoke.

There was silence.

Not even a cricket chirped as two men dressed in black clothing stood by 4 cars on this dark country road. The only thing illuminating the scene was the silent flashing red and blue lights of one of the cars, a police car.

“All of them,” a deeper, sturdy voice replied.

Two of the cars were badly damaged in a wreck caused by the situation the first two were in. Yours, the last one, was fully caved in, and you now sat unconscious with your head resting on the steering wheel dripping blood, or was that the sweet and sour sauce?

One of the men had checked on you and seeing the state you were in counted you as dead with the rest.

The car in front of you, a van, was filled with motionless passengers, a hand hung limp out of one of the back doors still slid open.

“Can you turn those fucking lights off Geto.” The first voice spoke again.

“Like I know how to work a police car?” The second man, Geto, snapped.

“It can’t be that hard, idiot” the other man bit back harshly.

The van was pulled directly next to the cop car, which was parked behind Geto’s car where he had pulled them over.

Dumb bitch in the van just had to stop and ask the cop if everything was alright. Wrong place, wrong time. She must’ve noticed something strange and when saw him sitting in his car hanging his head down lifeless with the bullet wound in his head.

She screamed when she saw him and struggled frantically to put her car back into drive as the passengers in her back realized the situation and started screaming at her to drive away quickly.

Geto had left him there only a couple minutes ago and had just gotten back into his car.

Toji, his boss, yelled at him to take care of it, and without a second thought he got back out of their car and shot the bitch in the head too, along with 3 other humans in the back seat.

It was honestly light work for a demon, especially the type of Fiend that Geto was…

Unfortunately he’d made quite a messy situation, as not even seconds after he’d done this and stepped back, another car came crashing through.

It slammed into the back of the van, shoving it forward a bit before stopping abruptly with a screech.

The woman inside almost instantly passed out and Geto considered that situation taken care of on its own.

“And all because you didn’t like the way he said your name.” Geto sighed as he closed the car door behind himself, getting in the driver's seat next to his boss Toji who was relaxed in his seat casually smoking a cigarette.

“Yeah, it was condescending. Humans should know better. Addressing someone like me in such a demeaning manner…” he coughed on his cigarette and a lot more smoke than should’ve came out of his throat. Almost as if it wasn’t just from the cigarette but from something deep within his chest.

“I know you’re new to the Overworld Toji, but I shouldn’t have to keep reminding you, humans don’t know about us. They aren’t going to bow to you here.” Geto heard police sirens suddenly in the distance. “Let’s go.” He quickly put the car into drive and sped away.

Toji looked back at the scene with a smirk. “They’ll know about me soon enough.”

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You thought you’d died and woke up in heaven when you opened your eyes in that hospital bed.

You were certain of it when you turned your head to see a white haired man with the bluest eyes you’d ever looked on was sitting next to you.

A complete stranger dressed in an all black suit, toying with a cloth and cleaning a pair of dark sunglasses.

“H-hello?” You tried to speak out your words but realized how scratchy your throat felt.

You raised a hand up to your neck.

“Ah-“ the man stood up suddenly “nurse!? She’s up!”

A nurse walked in only a few seconds later, cheery and asking you if you needed anything. You asked for water and she left the room for a brief moment before returning with it and checking your vitals and looking under a large bandage you had on your head to make sure it didn’t need to be changed.

She seemed satisfied and before leaving the room she spoke to the white haired man.

“Detective Gojo? Please don’t question her too hard, it is a head injury she’s got after all.”

The man nodded and smiled a charming smile the nurse’s way. “Of course ma’am!”

The lady blushed a bit at the lovely young man’s glance. He was the type of cute that even a smile sent your way would turn most girls heart’s into butterflies. He looked sweet and kind but serious when he turned to look at you.

“I’m sorry I have to do this right away, I just want to get all I can when your memories are fresh so we can catch the bastards that did this.” He explained.

“I-“ you stuttered, grabbing your water and chugging down a good amount before continuing. “I don’t even know what happened myself. It was just a car accident wasn’t it?”

The man pulled his chair up closer to your hospital bed.

“You got in an accident, yes, you were lucky…” he looked down, not meeting your eyes. (Which you were thankful for, his piercing blue eyes were starting to cause you to not focus on anything else.) “the car you crashed into, they were dead before you’d even hit them.”

You felt your heart sink at that, and the young Detective explained the situation to you.

As far as the detectives were aware, there were two men who were being pulled over for speeding, the officer had already started writing out the ticket in his car when it appears one of the men came up and shot him. The van must’ve noticed the scene and they wanted to take out any witnesses.

You had hot angry tears in your eyes. You almost couldn’t believe what he was saying. Who would do something so evil?

As you squeezed your eyes shut to shake away the thought you realized something…

“I saw him…” you gasped “i-“

The detective’s face lit up. “You did?” He was sat up straight and leaning even closer to you, as if pulling the seat forward hadn’t been enough.

You nodded realizing how fuzzy the memory was.

“When he came to check on me…I think I opened my eyes just barely for a moment. He didn’t notice. But I saw him.” You nodded “he had dark hair, long, and when he smiled at me because he thought I was dead…” you suddenly realized you couldn’t say your next words outloud, or at least you’d have to rephrase them.

“I- actually think maybe I hit my head too hard” you chuckled nervously. “I was going to say when he smiled it looked like he had a set of fangs. Like a vampire in a movie.” You nervously giggled a little again, hoping the detective would join you.

But he didn’t.

He seemed to ponder this even more. His eyes grew narrow and he put on the dark sunglasses even though you were indoors.

“Fangs.” He whispered. “Here…”

You didn’t like the way that the detective was taking you so seriously. You definitely hadn’t meant him to, yet…something did feel increasingly more unsettling.

“And you didn’t see the other man?”

“No…only one.” The more you think about it , the more you remember the details of his face too.

You had barely opened your eyes for five seconds when he peeked his head through the door to see you.

He’d seen your open and blank wide eyes staring at him with a bloody head and assumed you were dead, not looking right at him.

But you saw. You saw how beautiful this killer was despite what you now had just heard about him. His dark thick long hair looked like it belonged in beauty commercials, and his strong muscular frame showed even though he was wearing a dark baggy shirt.

At the moment he opened the door to the car you thought he was your guardian Angel there to save you. But when he thought you dead and grinned, you saw the fangs and thought otherwise.

Your mind had blurred and you fell back into nothingness after that.

If no one had questioned you on it when you woke, you might have even thought of that as just a weird dream from hitting your head.

But it seemed like this pretty detective was taking you a bit too seriously for your liking.

There was silence for a while, the detective sat with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together in a tent. He rested his chin on his hands and thought for a good few minutes.

“Y/n..” the man spoke. “I’m nervous for your safety. If these men find out you’re alive they’ll come after you too.”

Ice ran through your body at that. You hadn’t really thought of it like that. But he was right. If any of this comes up on the news and shows a survivor, that devilish, and too handsome to be a murderer, man is going to fucking murder you next.

Gojo then stood and stared over at the window.

“I’m going to make some calls…but I think I need to have you stay with a Guardian for a while.”

The way he spoke the word guardian felt like much more of a title than most people would mean it as. It felt strange.

You were realizing something was off about all of this. Yes, you’d hit your head, and yes, you could just be feeling absolutely mad from that, but something was definitely off.

You were terrified of a murderer on the loose, one that knew you and might want to finish the job. You were relieving the horrors of the crash in bits, and mourning a $35 Chinese meal you won’t be able to afford again for years with the repairs you’ll need on your car. You felt sick and wanted to not even think about the other people that didn’t make it in the accident you survived.

But why…why was it that more than any of that, the one thing scaring you the most, replaying on a loop…was the smile that man gave, and the way he showed his teeth to be bright white fangs.

#jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #gojo x reader #getou x reader #Getou smut #gojo smut #toji fushigro x reader #choso x reader #toji fushiguro smut #nanami kento x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x geto #choso smut

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cosmica-galaxy · 5 months

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an idea just came across my mind. so what if the alliance and the mimics found out the human is an Extremely good weaponsmith due to they came across their hidden stack of hand-made weapon by the human? - Orphic

Camron would be intrigued by the human's pile of weapons and craftsmanship. Each one is lovely cared for and tended to with a master's discipline. It makes him "ooh" and "aah" at just how SHINY these weapons are! He even uses them to cut clear through paper and a drinking cup! These are awesome, human!! Why didn't you tell everyone earlier!? . DJ would probably find all of the various weapons awesome! Some have unique patterns mixed into the design and others are even GILDED. How cool would it be to kill some skibidis with drip like THIS! He pretty much begs to keep a knife or a gun from your collection, to which the human will let out a slow sigh before offering him one of their best knives. It makes his whole year! . Vee is enthralled by the human's hidden talent for crafting weapons of various backgrounds, degrees, and grades. From knives, to revolvers, to automatic fire arms...this human was pretty skilled for making these weapons IN BASE. Usually they come from a manufacturing factory elsewhere and are shipped with new units to get them armed and ready to fight. Knowing that you make your own weapons with your own two hands...it's overall impressive. He may even slip a fancy-looking pair of knives out of your collection to add to his own personal armory. . Buddy only discovered your talent when he becomes the guinea pig for your own "mimic armor enhancement" project. He finds himself wearing multiple designs, prototypes, and styles of armor to help protect his body from attackers. While he appreciates the concern, he feels that he can handle assaulters well without any needed aid. Still, he endures and even finds some of the armor worthwhile. Like the sabatons to keep his "shoes" off the sizzling asphalt in the hot summer or protector claw casings for the icy winters. . Pal was intrigued by his human friend's talent in working with metal and such, but he would have never guessed that he was going to be getting some new outfits as well! The human fitted him out with some sharp metal on his clawed hands and gripping feet, and when asked to change the arms into their wing form, the metal changed with the arm! Forming large blades on the bony parts of the wings! They were also pretty light, since they were made with something the human called "obsidian", which was really sharp! He can't thank the human enough for giving him such a cool protective outfit! . Fiend was a bit more resistant to the proposed changes from the human weapon smith. What? He doesn't need an upgrade! He's fine the way he is! But he still goes along with it regardless, because he can't help but be close to the human at this point in time...in what other scenario would the human be so close to him and touching him?? But then, the human starts to slip on armor and he gets a little finicky. Until the fasteners were in place and the human stepped back did Fiend finally relax. Looking at himself, he surprising finds himself admiring the large scythes that were in place on his arms. The human seemed proud of their accomplishment. Fiend also seemed to like them too, as he rotates the blade around to get a good look at the red-tinted edges that go into a black reflective blade. Not gonna lie...that is pretty damn cool.

#orphicwitt #haxorus imp #hax speaks #cosmica galaxy #cosmica-galaxy #skibidi tag #skibidi toilet mimic #skibidi mimic

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pigeontheoneandonly · 10 months

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crutch attract chase

from Tiny Scene Tuesday prompts (20 June), sponsored by @mallaidhsomo!

This is (fairly obviously) post-war.

“Only you could manage to crush your freaking ankle in zero gee,” Kaidan said from his perch on the arm bike across the room. The look Nathaly Shepard shot him in return could strip paint, but she put most of her energy into struggling with another step. Even in the Presidium’s one-third-gee gravity, through seventeen pins and a hard cast, her broken bones screamed.

Tremors ran up and down her arms. Her knuckles whitened on the crutches. Another step. A breath expelled out. “Whoever decided early ambulation is the best treatment can burn in hell.”

“Chances are good that’s exactly what they’re doing.” The false brightness in Kaidan’s tone made her roll her eyes.

She took another shaking step. “Just because half of Earth is dead and it’s statistically likely doesn’t mean I can’t be pissed at them.”

He threw up his hands. “Hey, I did concede they’re in hell, not the other place.”

“Thank you for the consideration.” She shook her head and shuffled back towards the exam table. “No, that’s it. This is idiotic.”

He slid off the bike. “I’m getting your physical therapist. This is her office, she should be here.”

The physical therapist had abandoned Shepard to the wealth of equipment in this room, with a few bare instructions communicated by email weekly after just several days of her temper and sharp tongue. Kaidan had decided on his recognizance that she could not go unsupervised.

She sat down heavily, short of breath and annoyed about it. “To hell with her, too. To hell with the both of you.”

“Hmm.” He reached into this pocket of his utilities. “Guess I’ll eat this all by myself.”

In his palm sat a Cocoafair chocolate bar. Her eyes sharpened. “Every factory was destroyed.”

“Of course you know that.” He snorted, and held it up. “One of the last in the universe. Unfortunately, it’s all the way over here.”

And then he began to unwrap it. Casual, like he wasn’t throwing the demise of the favorite chocolatier of a known chocolate fiend right in her face. Fuck if that was happening on her watch. She was on her feet and two steps towards him before she recognized the impulse to move. Then she groaned. “Oh my god, fuck you.”

He ripped another strip off the wrapper, with dramatic flair.

Shepard shuffled forward. Begrudgingly admitting, if only to herself, that it was a little easier with something specific to work towards.

She got halfway across the room before one of the crutches clattered to the ground and she grabbed the balance bar to prevent herself falling with a yelp. Kaidan all but teleported to her, sliding his free arm under her shoulders. “I’ve got you.”

Sensing her moment, she seized the chocolate and stuffed it in her mouth, taking a big bite and chewing with bliss. His eyes widened. “You—”

She swallowed and smirked. “All’s fair in love and war.”

He muttered, retrieving her crutch, and just as she thought she’d won, looked her full in the face. “I bought a whole box. You’ll never find them.”

Her mouth dropped open. He nodded at the crutches. “Finish that up. Then, we do this again.”

Shepard groaned, and endeavored to make the bar last as long as she could.

#mass effect #nathaly shepard #kaidan alenko #fanfiction

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oldschoolfrp · 11 months

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The loculi, or "tail-killers," answering the age-old question "what if an intelligent psionic 6-legged ankylosaurus had a sword?" (from Eric Hall's "Fiend Factory entry "The Loculi," a new creature for AD&D in White Dwarf 36, December 1982)

#D&D #Dungeons & Dragons #AD&D #Fiend Factory #White Dwarf #Eric Hall #Games Workshop #monster #GW #Dungeons and Dragons

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gothsugarbunnidisco · 14 days

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Catch Up

Tagged by @littletroubledgrrrl!! Thank you <333

Last Song: Guilty Pleasure by Cobra Starship

Currently Watching: Fighting Foodons!

Three Ships: Manznor, Rypete, and Petekey. I’ve got lots of ships, though!

Favourite Colour(s): Black

Currently Reading: “Fall Out Boy - Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name of This Book So We Wouldn't Get Sued: The Biography” by Ben Welch

Currently Consuming: My breakfast Monster Energy Drink!

First Ship: Ash and Misty from Pokemon

Place of Birth: Midwest USA

Current Location: My living room

Relationship Status: Single

Last Movie: “Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory”

Currently Working On: An essay for my religion class

Tags: @peterpansexual19 @a-dope-fiend @allthatcldhavebeen @austinwehaveaproblem @bdaymassacre @cosmo-junkk @daddymikeyway @deathtastegirl @dilfsuzanneyk @drsunshineisd34d @dwnwardspiral @emo-milk @fungh0uls @finallyhappy000 @porcelainpistol @mad-ass-rabbits @meowmeowcat759506 @microwavedsalmon @milfweirdal

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braidlottie · 5 months

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lottieshauna date night pleek i miss my girls ❤️‍🩹

okay like in the other blurb i wrote of them.. going to laser tag with them would be a fever dream but so fun 😭😭😭😭 or out to a restaurant (shauna is a cheesecake factory fiend imo)

BUT ALSO just date nights with them at home watching movies and just snuggling in bed with them :333 or teaching them how to play xbox/minecraft (i want them to play cod so bad) gskfudslsh i just picture reader sandwiched in between them so comfortable and content while lottie and shauna playfully bickering over their movie opinions :((

#shlbymllr #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #lottieshauna x reader #lottie thoughts 💭#shauna thoughts 💭#lottieshauna thoughts 💭#fluffy inbox time :3

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tootern2345 · 7 months

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Watched some Making Fiends for the first time in god who knows how long and I still love it!

Charlotte’s optimism and hope is a pretty good clash with Vendetta’s pessimism and how her pessimistic view on life/the fiends caused Clamburg, what I presume to be an already dying factory town with a decent tourist guide to become even more abandoned and hopeless. Alas, it wasn’t meant to be and we only have the 6 episodes we got now!

Also, the theme song still holds up tbh. That is all

#toot’s talking corner #making fiends #reviews #nickelodeon cartoons #nicktoons #2008 #amy winfrey

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brokehorrorfan · 8 months

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Scream Factory has revealed the specs for its The Pack Blu-ray, which releases on September 12 via Scream Factory. The 1977 natural horror movie is based on the 1976 novel by David Fisher.

Robert Clouse (Enter the Dragon, Deadly Eyes) writes and directs. Joe Don Baker, Hope Alexander-Willis, Richard B. Shull, and R.G. Armstrong star.

The Pack has been newly scanned in 2K from a color reversal intermediate. Special features are listed below.

Special features:

Audio commentary by film historian Lee Gambin (new)

Interview with actress Hope Alexander (new)

Audio interview with actress Sherry Deboeur (new)

Audio interview with first assistant director Thomas Lofaro (new)

Audio interview with composer Lee Holdridge (new)

The Pack preview clip

Trailer

Still gallery

Set on a remote island where vacationers have senselessly abandoned their unwanted pet dogs, The Pack shows man’s inhumanity coming back to haunt him with fanged fury. The confused, starving pets form a rampaging pack – and man’s best friend becomes his worst fiend. Joe Don Baker stars as the heroic marine biologist who comes up with a do-or-die scheme that will either reestablish man as top dog – or turn him into a tasty tidbit. The suspense is ferocious.

Pre-order The Pack.

#the pack #horror #70s horror #1970s horror #robert clouse #david fisher #joe don baker #70s movies #1970s movies #scream factory #dvd #gift #natural horror

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spyridonya · 8 months

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More about my idiot boy, Sophus. Most of this information is disregarding Faction War, simply because Faction War was never addressed fully due to the changes from 2e to 3e. It may change with 5e Planescape, but we'll see. I am also aware that the aasimar lore in the game is different fom 2e information and not in game yet as a playable race. I don't care. At current I'm using half-wood elf as a race. I do take a few things from Pathfinder's physical depictions of aasimar.

Sophus is a plane-touched human aasimar paladin of vengeance, though he can be mistaken as a half elf or elf. Born in Sigil's Lower Ward, Sophus was raised by his mother named Violette. From what he can remember, he looked a fair bit like her: black hair and warm brown skin. Sophus was unsure of his late mother's career, though he suspects she worked in one of the factories within the ward despite her own celestial heritage.

When he was seven, the row block he lived in caught on fire that was incredibly hard to put out by mundane means. The orphanage that raised him had the belief it was caused by fiends and Sophus took it to heart. After all, his mother died trying to get him out of the building they lived in and ended up scarring his face.

The orphanage was surprisingly clean and while short on warmth, they provided for body and soul. Run by the Believers of the Source, known as Godsmen, they encouraged children on the idea they needed to push their limits and their souls would be constantly recycled until they became a Power (a Sigil term for gods). Sophus took the physical development to heart, but never took the philosophy. Sophus wanted vengeance.

Instead of joining the Godsmen faction, or one of the many other politcal factions in the Cage, Sophus was drawn to one of Sigil's sects called the Guardians. While ancient and complex despite not being a full fledged faction, Sophus clearly sees his job to protect the good by any means necessary with a sharp honed hated for full blood fiends and cambions.

Faerun was not his first visit to the Prime Material plane, but rather his third, and became separated from his compatriots during the raid on Baldur's Gate when he was caught by a nautiloid.

Some current quirks:

Sophus, like most Cagers, is very dismissive of gods. When you can go to their ruling plane on a holiday, it's hard to respect them.

He respects the Lady of Pain and 'gets her'.

There's a slight arrogance to him because he feels like he knows far more about existence than most Primes.

However, this poor man gets easily confused with some conventions on the Prime and has a very, very hard time with the stars and sunsets.

He's not racist to non-fiends. Goblinkin are simply just people in Sigil, raised outside the influence of their dark gods and the circumstances that might lead them to become evil.

Expect illithids. Fuck illithids.

Okay, Githyanki can jump off the spire, too. (... Okay, Lae'zel is likely gonna be his LI. We'll see.)

Gets twitchy with being called 'Soph'.

#character: sophus #bg3 tav #(using a one shot high level character for the blue print of Soph)

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