#I am not a horror person but apparently I'm down for this show

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Gmmtv 2024

I'm now going to watch and review all the trailers of GMMTV 2024 part 1! Glad they're splitting up the announcements this year because watching a year's worth of trailers in a row last time was rough for me personally lol.

The Interest ผ่อนรักนอกระบบ Was this movie already in last year's selection or does Bright keep making the same movie??? Not really into the whole guy who can't take no for an answer trope so I won't be camping out at a Thai cinema for this. Moving along!

รักแรกโคตรลืมยาก The Series /My Precious Wait so the first trailer was a remake of a Korean movie and this one is a tv show version of Gmmtv movie that came out like yesterday??? Here's your Japanese word of the day: netagire, running out of ideas. The cast is cute. Moving along!

หนังสือรุ่นพลอย/Ploy's Yearbook Oh thank god the first minute was a flashback because these people are too old to be playing high school students, a minute of horror haha. Namtan, Film and Aye are all talented women, I'm glad they're getting the spotlight but the plot feels confusing. Earth's there, and some other bl guys, so at least they're breaking the mould of those branded pairs a little. I've frankly wanted to see Namtan & Earth for a long time.

We are คือเรารักกัน Is We are the official international title? The original คือเรารักกัน means well we love each other. Anyway. We are at university. Pond and Phuwin are here. They're engineers. Everyone is potentially gay for each other. Stop me if you think you've heard this one before. Moving along!

The Trainee ฝึกงานเทอมนี้ รักพี่ได้มั้ย Annual OffGun bl, a GMMTV staple. The title means The intership Can I love you (/Phi)? Might watch this for silliness purposes. Also for Kapook purposes.

แค่ที่แกง / Only Boo A school setting with actual new faces???? I might not be watching but good for them. GMMTV is probably eager to recreate the FourthGemini magic, we'll see how it goes. Moving along!

Pluto นิทาน ดวงดาว ความรัก I will admit I didn't understand a single thing about the plot but Namtan and Film are kissing and that's enough to lure me in.

บ้านหลอน ON SALE/Peaceful property There are ghosts and slapstick vibes. TayNew are back again. Might watch for culture learning purposes because Thailand is all about the ghosts.

Ossan's Love Thailand No trailer yet, but apparently Earthmix are cast as the leads. This may seem like a very random adaptation at first, but it's actually not that surprising since TV Asahi that produced the original has been heavily involved with GMMTV for a couple of years now and Earthmix are the most popular Thai bl couple among Japanese audiences. There's also a big Japan boom happening in Thailand right now and Japan is eager to get that dime considering the miserable state the of the Japanese yen. In all its silliness, Ossan's Love was an important milestone in Japan because it was the first time gay people were shown in suits in mainstream Japanese media when for the longest time gay has been pretty much synonymous to cross-dressing and funny drag queens. The world has changed quite a bit since 2016 when it comes to understanding sexual harassment so we'll see how this is going to get adapted for this era.

My Golden Blood เลือดนายลมหายใจฉัน Listen I may not have been a vampire girl before but I sure am now haha. What was that and where can I get more. Maybe the special effects are leftovers from that paranormal Win Metawin show, but that won't bring me down. I love Gawin collecting GMMTV men like trash. I've been a GawinJoss shipper for five minutes now and counting. The original title means Your blood is my breath.

Kidnap ลับ-จ้าง-ลัก Is that one of the houses from Bad Buddy??? Is this a bl???? Is Ohm doing another bl????? Good for him. Maybe people will be less weird about it this time. I appreciate actors exploring their chemistry with multiple partners, it keeps it interesting for all of us.

Summer Night ความลับในคืนฤดูร้อน Heterosexuals? In high school? Groundbreaking. You could've merged this with the My Precious trailer and I wouldn't have noticed. Eteenpäin sanoi mummo lumessa, forward said a grandma in the snow!

วันดีวิทยา/Wandee goodday Gays are boxing and performing surgery. Good day, sir. I'm vibing with the casting. That leg cramp during sex was the best thing I've ever seen in these trailers, count me in.

High School Frenemy มิตรภาพ คราบศัตรู Three trailers left, almost there!! This has Japanese or Korean remake written all over it. I don't recognise the story meaning it's probably Korean. Look, there's a glimpse of Mark in a minor role, where are all his major roles!! View's also there, she's a great actor and I'd like to see her in bigger roles. I hope they will both be heavily featured in GMMTV 2024 part 2. Alright, I have now finished watching people get beaten up for five minutes, moving along.

My Love Mix-Up! เขียนรักด้วยยางลบ GeminiFourth are rekindling Kieta hatsukoi. Like I said, Japan is big in Thailand and media houses in both countries are establishing connections so is adaptation is not a surprise. The tempo of the trailer was a little dull for me. The original show is quite short so the pacing is obviously going to be different but we'll see!

Enigma 2 บุหงาหมื่นภมร Buddy I didn't even watch Enigma 1. I consider my work here done.

A lot of big GMMTV players were still missing so I look forward to part 2! I mean there's gonna be more, right????

Thank you for reading!

#gmmtv 2024

[homocrafting]

turns out whatever instinct in me makes me want to make tma aus is unstoppable and all consuming. so here's qsmp tma au focused on the brazillians:

cellbit- he HAS to be the archivist ok this man is so eye aligned it's not even funny. HOWEVER because qcellbit and fcell are the same person, Events happened to him before he became the Archivist, ala from the archives grian. local paranormal enthusiast finds dead half eaten bodies, gets arrested for it (he SWEARS he didn't eat those people), goes to prison for 10 years, goes nuts (becomes F!Cell), kills himself in the island, wakes up in his room and Felps tells him "bro you disappeared for 10 days are you ok" and he's just like. What.

Worth mentioning that he fucking speedruns the archives. also known as the qsmp. Cucurucho, who is kind of like elias but a bit less (I inagine the Host would be elias, wjoever they are), thinks "wooo new archivist I wonder how long it'll take them to find out abt the horrors" and then cellbit shows up 3 days later running on 2 hours of sleep and 20 mugs of coffee with a consipracy board connecting a bunch of statements and theorizing about entities

ALSO the web is around him like all the time. if you pay attention there's at least 2 spiders near him at all times, usually hidden because he squishes them when he sees them. he's tangled in the web of lies that is the plot I'm making for this au and his ass is NOT beating it

Felps- Stranger type of guy who doesn't even know and takes like. a year to realise something's up with him. don't worry abt it ok I don't know why he's stranger-y to me either. it's the vibes just trust me

Mike- ok so. I am Very unsure for pac and mike, PLUS I've not seen herobrine a lenda, which means I don't know all their backstory, BUT I'm thinking Lonely for Mike, so far? he kind of distances himself from everyone after richas dies with him, so far is the only person I've not seen much gay happenings happen to, tends to disappear to fuckall nowhere apparently, as one does. also the fact that, back in prison, he seemed to have the most difficulty connecting with others.

also, the Desolation hates him personally. he doesn't know why. his house has burnt down thrice. he gets burnt by the littlest things for no reason. he's banned from the kitchen. an avatar of the desolation tried to kill him once. he watched his own son die in front of him. this is based on nothing from qsmp or anything I've seen Mike do I just think it's funny

Pac- I can only think of Vast and Spiral for him tee bee eich. Leaning heavily towards the Vast because, you know. gestures to the giant hide and seek maps, and also O RAIO, even though I have 0 context for that. he just... he explores the world and made giant hole (yeah yeah holes are the buried but consider: it's big.). it's his "I can show you the world" vibes. again dude just trust me

note abt tazercraft: both of them are very, very touched by the Spiral. reason? Chume Labs

Forever- I'm thinking either the Buried (mostly the digging aspect- he's destroyed a whole mountain and dug up and entire desert), or the Hunt (his intense hunt for Phil's love, the insane grinding that could be seen as hunting for resources, the werewolf hc my beloved). Leaning more towards the Hunt bc dogboyyyyy

The plot I have in mind is very different from the tma plot, but I'm not sure of everything yet, so for now you get this little bpnus :)

[CLICK]

[Cellbit]

We've been back from the Adoption Center for about a day now. Not a timely update, but things happened, and, well.

We found... we found a weird... creature. It- he? Acts human, although he can't talk. He communicates with us through a little notebook, and overall acts incredibly childish. He sure looks like a child. One with- with some material akin to... to egg shells as skin. He has hair, despite apparently being all... eggy. It's black and curly, covers his face. He doesn't like it when we try to move it away from there, but we're working on a safe way to see what's under there.

He seems not to know where he came from, but I know he's lying. It's- there's no way he doesn't, not with what he said, I don't care if Pac and Mike or, hell, Felps believes him, He called us fucking- he called us dads! That's the first fucking thing he said! It has to be some kind of trap, some kind of spy, I don't know yet but when I find out I'm going to fucking-

Shit. That wasn't too professional. Alright, where were we.

We brought him to the Institute. Forever and I weren't thrilled about the idea, but it was 3 against 2. I can't believe Felps would- I get Pac and Mike, there's something wrong with them I'm sure of it, but Felps? I underestimated his braincells. What am I talking about, he doesn't have any.

(Soft chuckle)

We, we named him Richarlyson, he seemed to like it. We asked his name first, but all he did was draw a- (Snort) a stick figure shrugging.

The only clothes he has are a singular oversized Brazil shirt. The moços and Felps want to go buy him clothes.

I don't know how they'll justify the kid having, I don't know, pure white hard skin, but they said not to worry about it, so I guess I won't! I won't. I fucking won't.

... I'm gonna follow them tomorrow. Just to be safe.

That's all for today, I'm gonna go- I'm going to check some statements, see if there's anything even remotely related to this.

This is Cellbit, Head Archivist of the QSMP, which I still don't known what stands for by the way, signing off.

[CLICK]

#cellbit #forever player #forever #richarlyson #felps #tazercraft #pactw #mikethelink #brazil world domination #qsmp #hmmm I need a tag for this au #the quesadilla archives #<- idk if that's gonna be permanent but that's it for now #favela five

[zombiepuke]

monochrome

there isn't enough love for Art on here so I'm changing that a bit! I love my clown boy so here's a little think piece about what a realistic relationship with him would be like; I jotted it down in the days following me seeing Terrifier 2 (also--GO WATCH IT it's amazing and we need more horror like this!)

--it's Art so. TW gore guts galore, Art doing his thing. Reader is kinda fucked up too

It was difficult to find words that fit your situation, words that made sense and could explain the feelings in your chest but, alas, there were none that you knew of, anyways. Maybe it was for the best, as some things just weren’t meant to be explained, and the lack of explanation absolved you of any responsibility or inner reflection of what the actual FUCK am I doing? 

It wasn’t like you had been planning to fuck a murdering, demented clown as your future dreams and goals. It had just happened, you swore.

You used to be afraid of him, just like all the others. Just like any normal human being with working eyes but, now, you were more afraid of him leaving you behind, becoming disinterested in you. Absolutely not even afraid of what would happen to you if he decided he was bored of you, no, you weren’t scared to die–you were terrified of the clown not giving you his spare attention, of him abandoning you to go play with some other pet. That’s what you craved. Art was your lifeblood, after all, but flashes of the words Stockholm syndrome Stockholm syndrome Stockholm syndrome would dart across your inner monologue every time the clown had you bent over his work-table, clutching at the wood as you silently screamed his name with every movement, every touch he allotted for you, but you always shooed those words away as quickly as they came. If you knew anything, you knew you loved him; besides, the clown had never kidnapped you or forced you—you were pliant and willing all the way down, self-awareness visibly apparent in how desperately you begged for him.

Art was as deliberate, intelligent, calculated as he was goofy–he knew he had you in his clutches the first time you had accepted his gift, the smoothness of the small prettily-colored rock he had placed in your palm was now a distant memory of a time where you could have passed for normal. The genuine smile plastered across his face tugged at your heartstrings–he had to have been harmless, right?--and you let him in at that moment, not knowing the turmoil and distress he would bring with him, but also the feeling of safety, of the security of being his and his alone, the pure pleasure he would provide physical and mental. You were utterly and entirely wrapped around his little finger, mind, body, and soul; as if your life before the clown never existed. There came a stripping of your identity that had occurred as soon as you had followed him into the bowels of the old warehouse he called home.

There was a type of security in clutching your fingers into black and white cloth, the softness of the fabric replicating his own softness he showed only to you. Art was surprisingly gentle when it came to you, the only time the clown ever seemed to slow, ever seemed to take his surroundings a bit more serious was when he had you underneath him (or on top of him–he liked to watch you more than you knew). There was much less of his playful silent banter, eyes shining and hands motioning quickly, and more of his genuine smiles, hands slow and relaxed as they ran across areas of your body most would not be too fond of letting him touch. Those hands that had done so much damage, countless wounds and had brought so much pain, splayed across your naked body and tethered you to him and you were useless beneath him, a moaning, drooling mess of a person.

Art had never treated you too roughly, even when you had wanted it, had wanted what he gave his victims, he had still held himself back for your sake, for his own—at first, because he didn’t want to break you too quickly–your body was not meant to be broken or ripped apart but it was meant for him to worship as his own. With you, suddenly, Art could reimagine the human body in a way he never thought of before, after seeing your pretty eyes shine for him, how you reached out for him, actually sought out his touch. He could slip his hands between your thighs and not imagine how the flesh would tear with a scalpel but rather, how beautifully they opened so willingly for him. He could taste you without biting through skin and vessels and tendons, only tongue and light pressure of his teeth. He could imagine your cries but not in fear, or pain, or distress, but in bliss, in ecstasy as you bucked against his fingers, eyes closed tight and brow furrowed in a perfect state, for him. For once in his long existence did Art look upon someone and not become overwhelmed with the chase, those moments of stalking and goofing around with his prey until he finally closed in and slammed them to the floor, slowly draining them of life and of blood–but instead overwhelmed with the desire to touch and to feel and to bring something other than pain, but the opposite. You learned very quickly it was difficult to say no to the clown, especially when he figured out how to make you come so sweetly as many times as he wanted you to, and when you had come a third, fourth, fifth time, there was still more to be drawn out–fuck it if you had a work shift that day. Even in pleasure, it was his game, and Art was in control.

That isn’t to say he never thought about killing you. At the beginning, you were nothing more than his next unlucky victim, so innocent and insecure in your halloween costume that night—he knew there would be little struggle. But when your pretty hand slipped against his to willingly take his gift he offered, how your eyes crinkled as you grinned enthusiastically at the clown, it was a different tune to dance to this time for Art. You had come sideways, crashing into his world and he wasn’t quite sure what to do with the softer feelings you gave him. However, a clown is a clown, and it’s not like his instincts switched on and off like the drop of a curtain. No, he still could see you—splayed, bleeding under his knife, eyes glistening with tears not of pleasure but of pure agony. He continued to daydream about how your spinal cord would flex and bend as he slashed through the flesh across your shoulders, how beautifully red and pinkish the skin would look tearing away from your back and how dutifully you would squirm away, not wanting to leave your clown but your body trying to escape the hell he was putting it through. He could imagine your belly, so soft and supple and he loved it in real time, loved pressing his face there to feel your breaths moving up and down, especially your heavier breathing after making you finish for the sixth time, but he could also envision how your internal organs would cascade down your frontside with a purposeful gash to your middle, essentially spilling your guts, slipping his hands inside of the break of your ribcage and he had always loved being inside of you—in more ways than one. How your liver and lungs would feel in his calloused palms, all texture and slippery and wet with plasma and blood. Oh, how bloody it would be, he would make sure of it. How he would be honored to bathe himself in you, drench it across your old bedroom, feel its warmth splatter against him, the taste of you—his teeth gnawing into your still-beating heart, pulling apart arteries and slurping it down until you were truly a part of him. But in his detailed fantasy of your butchering you were always a willing participant, never running from him or pushing his shoulders away, always weakly grasping your fingers around his grip on your throat, stroking his own knuckles as if to beg him to continue his merciless pursuit, sobbing in pain but consent. Blood bubbling into a gurgling thank you, Art, thank you as you attempted to speak to him in your final gasps. The thrill of the chase wasn’t what attracted him to you, it was the opposite, you falling into his arms rather than being roughly pulled. Art had never been wanted before and now that he had a taste of it, he wasn’t willing to let it go, ever, even if that meant suppression of every murderous instinct in the clown’s body. Being with Art was quite literally like being with a land mine, seemingly ready to explode in violence at any time but, you enjoyed it, and you wanted him more than you cared about being thoroughly ripped to shreds.

And besides, there was a throbbing arousal in the knowledge that the clown you had taken to bed could just as easily turn on you and murder you so sweetly, grind your bones into dust, tie bowties into your intestines, laughing all the while.

Art liked to dance around his cruel nature with you, just in small increments—the blade of a knife to your throat or the light scrape of a hacksaw against your thigh, pressing just deep enough to get your heart racing, a tiny bead of blood bubbling up, vision blurry only for him to replace the sharpness with a kiss here or there. He enjoyed taunting, playing with you, and you can’t deny having a sliver of metal so close to your jugular while he was fucking you didn’t make you come harder than anyone had made you come before. Seeing the violent flicker in his dark eyes when he saw your blood, how your body jolted and shook from his actions always sent a flutter of fear through your spinal column and outward into your fingertips, but it was a welcome fear—something different than your previous life, something you could actually feel and experience and it was one of the many fucked up things you loved about him.

How terrifying he actually was, when you really thought hard about it. It was terrible, horrific, beautiful and disturbing all in one fell swoop, and you wanted to change absolutely nothing about it. Art had given your otherwise worthless life meaning, even if it had a body count now.

The difference in how Art treated you and how he treated his victims made you feel sickly fuzzy inside, the deep dark contrast of how he slaughtered and killed throughout the nights but came home to you, his partner, dare you say his lover, even, drenched to the bone in oxidized blood and bits of gore and guts sticking to his costume—and pulled you close, damp, reddened palms coming to rest on either side of your face, coaxing your gaze upwards into his as he towered over you. You could smell the sickness of death soaked into him when he arrived back to you, could almost hear the final screams of the people he had preyed on but, it was all soon forgotten when he would playfully poke your nose, kiss your forehead, make you laugh at some dumb clownish posture he put on, offer you a sweet gift that he had stolen off of some unsuspecting victim. Any and all guilt you may or may not feel would dissipate as soon as it materialized when he would kneel to you, strong arms wrapped around your torso, press his face into your middle, inhale your scent and clutch onto your sweater as if you’d disappear into nothingness if he didn’t hold you to him. It was obvious in how he held onto you that he was possibly just as afraid of losing you as you were of losing him—your warmth, your kindness and willingness to understand the clown was not something Art wanted to let go of, ever. He had never felt comfort and never cared to feel it, until, of course, you’d hugged him to your chest for the first time, arms wrapping him in a tender embrace and then, he was addicted to being close to you.

You could see what you meant to the clown whenever he looked at you, whether it was from across the room or hovering over top of you, his eyes shifted into something a little less terror and evil and more cottony and soft. Sometimes it was truly hard to imagine the vile things he did and would continue to do when he was on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress (or couch or wall or wherever you both would end up in a passionate haze), hands grabbing and stroking every inch of you he could reach, large, gloved palms on top of your own, the smell of greasepaint and iron and carnivals against your nostrils, the bridge of his nose tickling your neck, even the silky fabric of his costume swooning against your skin had you reeling your head back in bliss just for him to reach forward and gently cradle your hair in his fingers so your head wouldn’t hit the floor so hard. You liked to clutch onto the poof-balls stitched into the frontside of his suit and he seemed to revel in the fact that you involuntarily hung onto him for dear life as he took you; so overwhelmed with the pleasure blooming inside of your gut and Art had this knack of making you feel so adored, so looked after, you felt it necessary to grab onto him, trail your fingers up his arm, squeeze his shoulders gently, and explain via touch how good he made you feel, that you wanted this, that you loved him. You didn’t know if Art loved you back, or even was capable of such a thing but the way he fucked you so sweetly meant at least something.

Maybe it was your own sick, twisted fantasy, but you swore you could feel something akin to love radiating from the clown’s body whenever you were together. Despite his disgusting nature, you didn’t think you could ever love another the way you loved him. He was disgusting, yes, but he was yours, and you sincerely didn’t want to change a thing about him—you couldn’t, wouldn’t fix him, and he was perfect to you all the same. Maybe in some other life you would give a damn about the atrocities he committed but it sure wasn’t the one you were currently living. There was a power that came with fucking Art and you had gotten quite used to it—no one bothered you anymore, there were no snide comments from coworkers or laughter by salty teenagers (on the flip side, you had no family anymore, no friends, no coworkers turned pals outside of work). There was only Art, this embodiment of evil, your clown and when people looked, they no longer saw you—it was only Art. It was as if your identity and the clown’s had merged, intermingled together forever in a dance that would eventually end in disaster for you, more than likely, but you enjoyed the tune all the same and welcomed your bloody end with open arms.

You just hoped to a God you didn’t believe in every day that Art would continue to see your value and want to keep you alive for now.

You knew what he did. You knew the clown left a literal trail of bodies wherever he went. You also knew that certain people would seemingly disappear after interacting with you in a sour way—as Art had a violently protective streak—if a manager at work got too snobby, a customer at the coffee shop you frequented cut you in line, that kid you had accidentally gotten into a small fender bender with a few months ago. You would see their faces plastered on missing posters and flashing across the news screen, all folks you’d bumped into or had spats with, and try as you might to make up some half-wit lie about what had happened to them all, you knew what their fate entailed. Ripped into pieces, sawed in half, gouged and mauled. It was their gore you brushed off of your clown’s suit when he came home to you at night, wiping away the stains splattered across his white face with a washcloth whenever Art popped up at your apartment, bloody smile on his lips as if he were an excited guard dog—look! I took care of it for you! Now you’ll never have to see them again!—despite them merely tapping into your grocery cart at the store. Gulping down a frightened sob you managed to keep your human morals under control as you helped to clean him up, this is just what he does, don’t let it get to you, don’t let him see you’re afraid but sometimes it was too much, and you would break down into tears and flustered fits when the clown bounced off to god knows where to do god knows what again, and in that moment it was your fault. You could stop him. But you never did, you never do, and over time you eventually gave in altogether, and were able to justify every single wicked, shocking act of violence he committed. The nightmares of all of Art’s victims would cease, Art himself coming to your side to comfort you in a sick, ironic fashion, his dirtied fingers stroking your hair. You stopped caring about people steering clear of you (they had no idea the Miles County Clown was fucking you but always had a strange feeling about you, your lifeless expression, the flash of black and white following your footsteps, the faint smell of blood wafting from your hair, the small trinkets of Art’s you carried with you like protection amulets), stopped caring about people panicking about missing persons or sightings of ferocious clowns in the alleyways. You stopped caring about everything altogether because, in the end, you were a victim of Art just as the rest—but it was different for you, as you had purpose, a meaning, and you pursued him as hard as he pursued you and you had made peace with it all. It had gotten to the point where even when you caught him red-handed, figuratively and literally, painted in blood over top of some probably innocent store clerk, slashing and scoring his shaking body with a rusty scalpel, you just shrugged. You were more concerned about getting the stains out of your carpet than the literal dead person splayed across your living room—Art, really? You really have to do that here? In my house? 

It was a stark contrast to the fear and anxiety you felt upon the clown’s first entrance into your life. At this point no therapy could save you, so you decided to just let it all happen, let everything fall apart because in your mind, Art could always put you back together again, and he always did—you’d never been so important, so protected.

And that is how it would be, forever. Art could not be killed, you knew that for fact—and whenever anyone would get the upper hand on the clown, even if it didn’t last long, pure murderous anger and hatred for the individual who took your Art from you wouldn’t last much longer, not with you defending him with every cell in your body. You were happy in this life, happy with Art, happy with how everything had turned out—you never desired anything other than him, never wanting, needing. Art had made one hundred percent sure of that.

#terrifier #terrifier 2 #art the clown #art the clown x reader #art the clown x you #clowns #horror #slashers x you #slashers x reader #I will be writing more!!!! #this is just a start!!!! #re blogs are appreciated!!!

[a-door-to-somewhere]

Ok watched spiderverse 2 again here's some thoughts in no particular order (spoilers and long post ahead):

- peter b is reading a book called "how to talk to kids" at the very end. Presumably because may can't speak yet and Gwen and Miles were zapped away I choose to believe he was reading this so he can go talk to Miguel LMAO

- I fucken love the way spot, after he powers up, move around via just like... sliding around in the air basically with his bad posture like he's hung from strings like a puppet

- when gwen is drumming at the opening and when spot gets zapped both are intercut with frames from later in the movie and also later in the future. I'm guessing spot got a glimpse of canon events but when Gwen was doing her intro it was phrased like a retrospective- but unlike most intros it didn't have a shot of a new spiderman comic being thrown on the pile. So when was she doing this retrospective? I hc she'll pick back up at the end of the third movie

- someone needs to make procreate brush packs for each universe/character PLEASE

- ok the "watercolor" effect being a mood ring is incredible but I havent seen anyone talking about the sort of abstract animation?? It almost reminds me of like experimental film from the impressionist/dada/supremetism eras, you can see it synced to the drum in the intro and also in some of the backgrounds during her big speech

- also during the Guggemheim fight when the Renaissance Vulture was like "you call this art?" And Gwen was like "well we're talking about it aren't we" YOU'RE SO RIGHT GWEN I AM KISSING YOU ON THE LIPS

- the shaky 1st pov cam when Gwen's dad sneaks up on her both times reminded me of when Miles accidentally watched kingpin kill perfect Peter? Idk if it was exactly the same I'd have to go back and rewatch but UGH it really gets that Gwen's dad has two sides too and the cop side isn't really human almost, lurking in the shadows, silhouetted

- also Gwen's dad just being a shit cop, giving her mixed instructions, raising a weapon at an unarmed person who is trying to communicate, firing warning shots, yelling the Miranda rights over her which is not how its supposed to be given

- contrast that with Jeff who literally never pointed a weapon at anyone and went charging after spot with his bare hands, is casual with his spiderman. I mean even when Jeff was talking about Miles not capturing Spot correctly it was lighthearted and joking, he's actively not going by the book, he's keeping the squad off of Spiderman's back, he apparently talks to spiderman about his family troubles???

- have I mentioned I LOVE MUSICAL MOTIFS????? Seriously they’re always good (fuck Wagner everyone knows Toby Fox invented the leitmotif) I mean everyone noticed the horror style Prowler stinger but even more characters got some: Gwen got a Little Rock theme with a guitar lick that echoes the ‘spi-der-man, spi-der-man’ song, Miguel’s distorted synth whine, the interesting mouth and bells percussion that Pav gets (good job Hollywood avoiding the exotic Asian pentatonic lick for once), at the end when the 42 prowler reveal slowly changed the prowler stinger into a human scream???? There’s probably more but I’d have to go back and watch it again again lmao

- I really love how Miguel is kinda goofy. He’s aloof and over serious but he makes mistakes and shows other emotions despite his best efforts. His flaws are shown off in his very first interaction, with his unwillingness to ask for help despite the fact that he knows he needs it. He’s frustrated. He’s got group object leader energy. It makes it so much more lovable that he’s susceptible to quips and he also gets knocked down and messes up and shows up and has his quirks that everyone puts up with. THATS how you make an interesting, relatable, lovable antagonist. Perhaps it worked too well LMAO

- I am an Oscar isaac simp I gotta go rewatch moon knight

- when miles was swinging around with gwen he passed a truck called "redex" bc gwen rejected him lmao

- theres an 8 clearly visible in the background of earth 42? Wacc

- the Spread Your Wings, Man scene focusing on the plastic wrap on top of the Alchemax flowing in the wind like it’s an ocean?/??? I really hope they call back to that imagery later because it clearly means something and I need to know what

- I’ve got an inkling of something that specifically revealing one’s spider-dentity to a loved one is some kind of anti-canon event, like maybe it’s the thing that fixes the destabilization? I mean we’ve seen that it’s ok if loved ones figure it out themselves (or if they then die, like uncle Aaron) like it’s a clear theme that miles keeps trying to tell his parents, and then Gwen tells her dad, which causes him to quit the force, thereby averting the canon event of him dying indirectly??? Also, it’s implied that the MJ of 1610 sold out Perfect Peter Parker to Fisk, leading to his death, ALSO also, gayatri probably figured out Pav’s identity right before HIS world destabilized??? Idk lmao

- I hope spiderbite/Margo and Jess get proper intros I can’t wait

- the background spider hockey girl has my heart, I couldn’t stop looking at her during the chase scene

- God I need to watch moon knight again

- when mj moved into mays room to greet them she lifted a picture frame back up as she moved in the door? What's up with that???

- not Spanish originally starting as a too-relatable joke that Miles gets a B in despite his mother speaking Spanish at home as well, not living up to his expectations, and then 42!Miles presumably speaks more/better Spanish due to being closer to his mom because his dad died???

- not miles aceing ap physics and ap studio AT THE SAME TIME in his SOPHOMORE YEAR free my boy from grounding he’s done nothing wrong

- btsv’s main villain is gonna be the sat I’m telling you

- most importantly: what was up with the Comic Code Authority’s seal being shown after the studio logos at the beginning??

Did that happen in the first one??? Why would it be there??? The cca has obviously been defunct since before superhero movies were really a thing. Famously, the cca seriously censored a ton of content, causing Marvel to be unable to portray darker stories involving drugs and other more mature themes, which they wanted to do with many superheroes including Spidey??? Is the Spider Society secretly the cca, censoring storylines that they think shouldn’t be portrayed, including darker timelines like 42? There was also issues with the convoluted Spider-Man comic lines going through unsatisfying ‘resets’ to keep Spider-Man relatable, without evolving the character into anything too far away from the OG Spider-Man, ie young, relationship issues with MJ, nerdy, tragedies etc. this is the detail that had me wondering the most because it was so clearly displayed right at the beginning, and the cca was generally a shameful part of comic book history in which publishers submitted to satanic moral panic. Like, not really something that reads as a cute little callback to an era of comics like he use of Ben day dots or misaligned printing or the onomatopoeias??

#across the universe #spiderman atsv #across the spider verse spoilers #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman #into the spider verse #spider verse #into the spiderverse #spoilers #across the spiderverse #miles morales #gwen stacy #gwen stacy atsv #jeff davis #rio morales #peter parker #peter b parker #baby mayday #may parker #mayday parker #Jess atsv #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #spider gwen #spider woman #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #pavitr prabhakar

[existentialterror]

Hiii I’m Normal about Dr. Iceberg (red flag, I know) but his name being Julian is complete fanon! Idk where it originally came from, but he’s never referred to as Julian Finn in any onsite tale. The only time he’s been named on the wiki, as far as I know, is when he is called Ellis Gill in a tale called “But We Do Not Talk About That”. While last updated in 2022, was originally written in 2015. Why that name never caught on, I don’t know, but I’m kind of glad. Despite Iceberg being a misogynistic piece of shit, I’m intrigued by the fact that so much is unknown about his character.

Giving him a name detracts from the horror of his story, someone who was once a person being filed down and reshaped to fit a role perfectly, only to snap under pressure and take his own life. And then, if you go with the Resurrection canon/the calm tale, he gets brought back as a cyborg (Cyberg?) that blatantly states it doesn’t have a name. He can’t escape the foundation, even in death.

I’ll cut myself off there— If I don’t, I’m liable to write an entire novel in your inbox.

Fun fish fact (since, if I remember correctly, that is the toll for sending an ask): Lampreys have been around for 400 million years, and haven’t evolved much during that time!

(I forgot about this for a while, sorry!) (In response to this exchange with @scp-l4-clef-alto-001.)

YOOOO Nice research! Today I learned. Thank you! I don't think I'd heard "Finn" before, but I believe you that it's out there. Also thank you for the fish facts. The fish facts are not necessary to send me an ask but are MUCH appreciated. The hagfish is the relative of the lamprey and is another old jawless fish. It has two powers: producing LOTS of mucus, and tying itself in knots, both overhand and underhand. I'm gonna have to read more about ciguatoxins. ❤️🐟

Hey, in exchange for the nice ask and the research, here's a snippet I wrote a long time ago about Sophia Light and your guy. (I like him too! I think he's really interesting.) It's set in the Resurrection canon but back in the past, not long after Dr. Light was recruited to the Foundation. (Might end up on the site eventually but I hate to promise. If nothing else, you know, have this.)

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1997

Light shows up to her appointments on time. She’s trying out this business of being a person again, really giving it her all, and that’s one of the things she decides: she shows up on time. 

She’s at the entrance to Research five minutes before her assignment today. There are other two people there: a pretty woman with waves of black hair in business casual behind the receptionist deck, and a pretty man in a labcoat whose spiky hair is bleached at the tips. They’re flirting.

No, that’s not true. The man is flirting, voraciously, draped over the desk to get closer. The woman is listening, and looks bored, and tired. She catches Light’s eye, and rolls her eyes.

Light recognizes this situation from the before-world. She knows what to do. She squares her shoulders and walks right up to them. With the energy of a woman who realized yesterday that she has permanent institutional access to every academic journal ever, and has not regretted any sleep- or non-sleep-related decisions made since then, she says, “So do you know about sail jellyfish?”

She proceeds to tell the man about them, at length, for five straight minutes. The man is confused and unhappy but apparently transfixed. The woman restrains herself from laughing and drifts back to her computer screen.

“ - So that’s why the asymmetry is actually a fitness advantage,” she says, “So that they react differently to the same wind patterns and they won’t risk washing ashore. But because that’s basically random, the evolutionary pressure maintains a 50-50 balance.”

“Cool beans,” says the man, whose eyes have glazed over. “Hey, I gotta go, I’ve gotta meet up with someone - uh, Dr. Light, I think - ”

“I am Dr. Light,” Light says. 

The woman doesn’t bother muffling her guffaw. The man - Dr. Iceberg, presumably - looks uncomfortable and then flustered. Light mentally congratulates herself.

“You two are in the dissection room today, right?” the woman says, checking her computer. “Should be set up. Use the cart to move samples, do not lift large samples yourself, I do not care how strong you are, please and thank you. Decon’s ready, just go through the back. One at a time. Ice, you first.”

“Isn’t it set up for multiple people? There’s all the showers and everything - ”

The secretary shrugs. “New policy. Now get out of my sight, Ice.”

“Always good to see you, Break.” Iceberg shoots finger guns at her, as he heads to the decon room entrance.

“Drop dead,” Break calls after him.

They wait for the sounds of the door opening and closing. Break grins at Light. “Thanks for the spiel,” she says. “You got one of those locked and loaded all the time?”

“Usually you have to ask nicely first,” Light says, automatically, because affected confidence was sort of her go-to before, and it seems to be working for her so far. Then she remembers that the last thing this poor woman needs is someone else ambiguously hitting on her and feels bad. But Break just laughs.

“You know that guy?” Break asks.

“I’ve seen him around, I think? I’m - I’m bad with faces.”

“Yeah. Dr. Iceberg. He’s like that. Been a thorn in my fucking side for years. You know, the Foundation is usually pretty good about this kind of thing, in my experience. But Ice, he’s like, Gears’ special little boy, so he can get away with murder.”

Light is confused. “He’s Gears’ son?”

“No, god no - like, you know, he’s… he’s Gears’. …Doesn’t matter. I thought Ice got better for a while there, but it looks like he’s back on his bullshit.”

“Ugh,” Light agrees. 

The bulb over the decon chamber entrance turns green. Break tilts her head at it. “You’re doing, like, an autopsy, right?”

“A necropsy - uh, yeah.”

“Well, that’ll probably bring the mood down, you’ll be fine. He’s not the worst, honestly. But if you need, just say the word ‘Ice’ into the lab comms and I’ll fake an evac drill or something to get you out.”

“Thanks,” says Light. She tries to figure out how serious Break is. Break’s permanent wry plausibly-deniable customer service smile offers no hint.

Maybe Light’s overconfident. Maybe this whole business of being a person again has made her cocky. Perhaps she’s been away from a normal social fabric for so long that she’s lost sense of real implications and rules. But she finds she’s not too worried. “I think it’ll be fine,” she tells Break. “I have a lot more jellyfish facts.”

Break laughs, loudly. “Attagirl.” She waves Light into the decon chamber.

#light writes #sophia light #scp foundation #dr. iceberg #ask light #agent break #dr. light

[c1tyhaunts]

─ PEOPLE I'D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER !

ALIAS / NAME : jacket.jpg (the handle to most of my socmed) or xera (alias) BIRTHDAY : September 19th ZODIAC SIGN : Virgo HEIGHT : 5'4" HOBBIES : writing, listening to music, weight lifting, watching youtube essays, reading novels & manga - i keep myself busy lmao FAVOURITE COLOUR : pastels or jewel-toned cool colors, including purples, blues, greens; also black & brown lol FAVOURITE BOOK : Mexican Gothic by S*lvia M*reno-G*rcia still ranks as one of my favorites; great descriptions, eldritch horror, and one of the better well written romance side plots. plus the final chapter? slays me every time LAST SONG : I'm right now powering through the new Ar*ana Gr*nde album as i write this so eternal sunshine. LAST FILM / SHOW : ... my boys and i were binging the live action ATLA to judge it. it's very, very mid. Now currently watching Iron Reign at the request of @artmadc RECENT READS : Pride & Prejudice for my book club, personal reads included House of Cotton by M*nica Br*shears (Great stylistically, content wise? Very, very strange. I'm still conflicted), Grown by T*ffany J*ckson (An AMAZING READ), and Heartsick by Ch*lsea C*in (give me hannibal lecter but make her a woman; we accept woman's wrongs here) INSPIRATION : BOYYYYY I am heavily, heavily inspired by the music I'm listening to in the moment, so here's a few albums that have my current Brain Rot™ for the blog. tl;dr: i love messy people ↪ Dead Club City - N*thing But Thieves (biggest blog inspo RN) ↪ Dawn FM - The W*eknd ↪ After Hours - The W*eknd ↪ Lemonade - B*yonce STORY BEHIND URL : ↪ based on the song "City Haunts" by N*thing But Thieves; the album, DEAD CLUB CITY, has a loose plot based in the fictional city that the album's named after, and City Haunts is the end of one of the character's story lines from the album. The vague premise of "City Haunts" is that the character we are following in this context is choosing to stay in Dead Club City, letting themselves succumb to the madness and vices that keeps them tied to the city. Which these eight characters on the blog have some sort of Vice/Virtue that they've succumbed to that they need to climb out of (or not, I promote character detractment instead of growth). ↪ the url is also a reference to a "haunt" on multiple levels - a) a place frequented by a specific person or group of people, b) to continually seek the company of, or c) to stay around or persist; for all the characters on this blog, I feel like each of them are going their own "haunt", whether they are doing the haunting themselves or they continue to linger / stagnante in a place they shouldn't. They're all haunting this so-called "Dead Club City" and they have to figure out what to do there... Plus, the url looks cool. FUN FACT ABOUT ME : I've been one of the top performers at my job for the past 2+ years which is apparently achievement. Sales is a scam. Don't do it kids.

tagged by: @artmadc <3 tagging: i love goin down my most recent follows w this meme so @allevils, @obrighta/@haeymitch (whichever!), @rottine, @fiendrites, @bloodykneestm and YOU, cause I wanna get to know you too :)

#▶⌜dead air :: ooc⌟ #perfect timing Leah since I just did the blog reup #also no pressure to the people tagged! ;v;

[sunnyyyteaaa]

What is your favorite thing about the Rise of TMNT movie, and why? What hit you the most?

🌺 YAYYY A CHANCE TO INFODUMP THANK YOU!!

All thoughts under the cut cuz i'm going to write a lot lol (also apologies if my ramble makes no sense i am not a very well-spoken person teehee)

but tl;dr the balance of angst/comfort, the subltety in facial expressions and how it adds so much to the story, the animation in the action scenes

OKAY SO-

My favorite thing about the rottmnt movie? Oh man i dont think i can pick one thing. I'll just list the main ones 🤭

The fact that it was able to stray away from the goofy and lighthearted nature of the show but is still able to feel like rottmnt. The rottmnt movie is much darker and angstier than the show, but it still captures the essence of the characters and their personalities very well -- and it also explores their characters in a situation that calls for a more serious tone and it is beautifully done. The suble facial expressions and body language in each character speaks volumes on their personalities.

Speaking of which, i absolutely love the story they were able to tell solely on the facial expressions of the characters -- namely leo. In the movie, leo goes uncharacteristically quiet in some scenes, so it's much easier for the viewer to analyze his face to try and read what hes thinking.

Here, leo is face to face with krang for the first time in the movie, and it is apparent in his face. The look of sheer horror as he's trying to process what exactly he's fighting. The intense strength and overwhelming size of this... monster is absolutely daunting. He doesn't know what to do.

This is just one of many examples of the story leo creates with just his face. Down here we see another, clearer example.

Contemplation. Realization. Determination.

Leo understands the weight of the situation. Casey warned them it will only get worse if they do not get that key. But everyone is compromised. They have retreated. Everyone except him. He understands what he must do next, but is incredibly afraid. Going up there alone is a definite death wish. But someone has to pay for his mess, might as well be him. He readies himself to release the escape pod.

Like OHH MY GODDD. This part has to be one of my favorite scenes from the movie. It gave me goosebumps the first time i watched it. It clearly expresses his emotions to the viewer without him having to say anything. Just 10/10, beautifully done scene.

I could honestly write a 10 page essay on just the facial expressions in the movie, but moving on before this gets too long. The action scenes. They were so beautifully animated.

Especially this one right here!!! The camera moves at a pace to where its not disorienting/dizzy. And the colors of the turtles' ninpo makes it easier to understand what's going on. This entire scene was incredibly well choreographed. The showcasing of each of the brothers' fighting style (donnie's and leo's are more apparent in the deleted storyboard version but still) was soooo cool. And they're ultimate combo move was absolutely amazing as well (even though they got their asses beat right after 💀).

And this might be a basic answer but what hit me the most was the leo crying scene. Seeing the comical, pun-loving, unserious character break down thinking those were his last moments alive absolutely destroyed me. I honestly love the "comedic relief dies a hero" trope so this whole movie catered to my tastes very well lol. Anyway, rant over. I'd be surprised if you read this far but thanks for letting me infodump i've been waiting for someone to ask me about this movie since i watched it 👍

[emeritus-fuckers]

hello i was wondering if i could participate in the match up event?

I am afab and nb, I use any pronouns :) I'm cool with being any gender or being with any gender neither matters much to me

I lov the ghouls and their silly little shenanigans :)

I'm pretty feminine looking, I'm 5'1 and I'm built like a comic book male superhero like broad chest and shoulders but a straight line from the ribs down like a upside down dorito w legs

I'm asian so my eyes and hair are dark, my hair's like a shoulder-length wolf cut ish thing... idk I just hack at it. sometimes I wear glasses, but sometimes I just feel like being blind. When I get dressed I pretend like im dressing up in a fun little costume so my day is more whimsical and silly my go-to is like sailor uranus prince-type girl crush but a wizard or a wizard who is going on an epic expedition to recover lost artifacts but no matter the outfit the key is that I look like I'm secretly a merlin-style cartoonishly evil wizard. So i guess maybe like goth grunge academia something something pinterest buzzword Oh and I have major rbf, and it makes ppl scared of me

I'm an introverted person and I tend to be very logical but. I think different from a lot of ppl apparently. I've been described, to paraphrase, as "sort of ominous and mysterious but actually funny", "uncanny and unsettling in a good way", and "awkward and weird but its endearing" which just sound like insults. I like to live in my head and make silly stories and things to play with. Like every tumblr user I've got fucked up mental health and bad parents so I am kind of like one of those freaky ass chihuahuas that is always scared and shakes and bites people and has digestive issues. I tend to be hard to read or sort of deadpan so I like fucking w people since they can't tell if I'm joking bc i love mischeif and japes. I want to be a silly not-quite-supervillain like Dr doofinshmirtz or like a trickster archetype sort yk

I was a pretty intense synchronized swimmer for like 9 years I competed at like opens and nationals and all that when I was in school but my university doesn't have :( I'm on the rowing team now but I would rather do synchro esp since being my main thing was being flexible and it has no advantages in rowing lmaooo I've been a huge vocaloid fan since elementary school so I've been around in that community for a while (I am so well-adjusted). I like to make vocal synth covers and draw, especially when I'm able to work with producers to provide art for their vids it's so cool hehehehhe I mostly listen to vocaloid music but I like a lot of metal stuff as well that's how I found out abt gonst. I also like 2 play video gamez, I'm so fucking bad at them but I think it's rly funny so I just spend hours giggling and watching myself get mauled over and over.

I love horror a lot but I'm less a slasher girlie and more of a supernatural psychological tormet girlie esp if its got mythology or religions shit involved. Im majoring in history bc all good history ppl like silly metal and I wrote this instead of my abstract that's due in like an hour bc I have no idea what to do for the topic 🥲🥲

- the fuckin wizard

This post is part of the 1000 followers match up event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your match is... Zephyr

They like listening to you talk about your major and interests. He's a very good listener.

While they might not be the best swimmer, they enjoy the activity and if you want to show off, they'll absolutely let you and be super proud.

He doesn't mind how unique your style is. He probably wouldn't really try to match clothes with you, but they'd try their best to buy you stuff you'd enjoy.

Since he doesn't really walk much, they picked up drawing and started doing it with you. They're surprisingly good at it for someone who just randomly said "I'm bored, maybe I should start drawing".

Also, horror movie date nights! They're also much more of a psychological horror person, but his favorite is of course the paranormal (he finds it hilarious) so you two take turns picking the movies.

Video game dates included, too. He's got a PS3 and the first three Uncharted games, as well as some others. Their favorite is Uncharted 3.

He'll insist you wear your glasses. He knows the consequences of ignoring his health. It's not fun.

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Written by Nosferatu with the help of the wonderful and of @ask-zephyr-ghoul (ilysm pookie).

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #ask #anon #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghoul x reader #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls #zephyr ghoul #zephyr #match up event #match up

[whack-patty]

[points at you] FAVORITE CREEPYPASTA OF ALL TIME GO

ALRIGHT FOR ANYONE WHO FOLLOWS THIS BLOG WHO IS YOUNGER/NOT A FAN OF HORROR I'M GONNA PUT A CUT HERE JUST IN CASE: SPOOKY CLOWN VIDEO THUMBNAIL BELOW THE CUT. ((I may be being too cautious but I am well aware that my usual artistic content on this blog may attract people who are less comfy with the uncanny than I am so it never hurts to be respectful))

Ok so fav one I've read, mostly for nostalgia reasons, is of friggin course Chicken Bones

Read it as a kid and it was the earliest reading experience I can remember going "WOAH... YOU CAN HAVE A VILLAIN WITHOUT SEEING THE VILLAIN??? YOU CAN HAVE STORY HAPPEN BEHIND THE SCENES AND STILL KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING WITHOUT IT BEING SPOON-FED TO THE AUDIENCE??? YOU CAN HAVE A CLIFFHANGER ENDING THAT DOESN'T SUCK???? AMAZING" and it's changed my brain chemistry ever since. I want to learn how to do what the ending of chicken bones did to 12 year old me

Also it has a cool setting description at one point and the protagonist's only description is a canonically ugly haircut <333 gotta love me a story where the protagonist isn't a sacred little angel or the coolest guy in the room

CURRENT favorite creepypasta to listen to is Creepsmcpasta's edition of Mayhem Mountain!!!

I GENUINELY USE THIS TO HELP ME FALL ASLEEP.

ITS A DANG GOOD ONE BECAUSE ok ngl I'm just realizing how similar my reasoning is for liking both stories. Apparently I have a type

Anyway spoilers:

- also has a villain (this time with a name) but they never see or interact with him once

- ARCHITECTURAL HORROR!!!!!

- A MIDDLE AGED CAST!!!!

- all with distinct personalities that are shown through the way they interact with each other, not just told as archetypes!!!

- there's TWO girl characters, and they aren't JUST "and this is my unnamed girlfriend who dies" ((my standards are so low for pastas hAHQGEFD))

- THE NARRATION IS. MMMM 👌👌👌 GOALS. The author shows what needs to be shown and tells just enough without it being too much and its delicious

- actually really accurate descriptions of what it's like to be in a life or death situation instead of the protag reacting like an anime character or an action hero to it

- and apparently I'm a huge sucker for "the villain is still at large" stories where the villain is a normal human instead of an unkillable monster

ANYWAY YES. CREEPYPASTAS MY BE FRIGGIN L O V E D. There's more good ones but these two take the cake for me hands down

#plot twist; im actually a horror junkie #i make cute art bc it's literally doctors orders. i am choosing to be wholesome on the daily with this silly singing animal content #im fully writing a mascot horror comic for one class and developing a comedy-horror rpg game in another #GRIPS THE TABLE. SPOOKY STUFF IS MY OG TRUE LOVE TILL I DIE #ramblin #creepypasta #creepsmcpasta #creepypasta chicken bones #creepypasta mayhem mountain #mayhem mountain #chicken bones #idk if those need a tag but im adding them anywat #my asks lol #queuwu #also yes that is why the comic abt silly singing animals is coming slow: the amount of other stuff im doing atm #is dissolving me

[tame-a-messenger]

💙Smoshblr December Asks Day 2💛

What are your top 3 favourite movies?

And how easily would your friends (or ppl you work with) be able to guess it was you, based on them?

Good lord is this hard.

I'm a big movie and show person (not a film buff though, I just really enjoy them :)) so this is hard to nail down. These are movies that when I watched them they surprised me with how good/fun they were, and that I really just had a good time with! (you know minus all the murder? What can I say I like thrillers)

Wanted (2008)

The Goonies (1985)

Battle Royal (2000)

Midnight (2021)

Scream (1996-2023)

I will say my number 1 is probably not the best movie objectively- I just had a BLAST watching it for the first time. I went into thinking it was gonna be a normal action movie and about 10mins in I realized "Wait.. this is gonna be fun?" not that action movies aren't fun, but if you've seen the movie I think you know what I'm talking about. I'd recommend anybody that likes James McAvoy to watch it!

The Goonies is just a movie that is like the cornerstone of "80's kid adventure!" at least for me. A movie a could watch the rest of my life and still have fun.

Battle Royal.. A CRAZY FUCKING MOVIE. I don't even really wanna say anything about it, other then WATCH IT, YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT (disclaimer- a lot of blood, and other crazy shit) It was the inspiration for A LOT of movies.

Ooooh Midnight. A very good thriller/chase movie. Another movie that I was laughing my ass off even though that's probably not what the director intended lol. This is the first one I feel fine giving a bit of a description. ripped off google-> A young deaf woman and her mother battle with a serial killer after they accidentally interrupt one of his kills. A deadly game of cat-and-mouse plays out across the city as the women try to stay one step ahead of their pursuer. This movie is really good by itself but I kept getting caught off guard at how much ass the guy was hauling. Like man is RUNNING. Anyway super great suspenseful thriller movie with a fun ending!

I put the whole Scream franchise because it was pretty much the first "horror" movie I was allowed to watch that I also really happened to like! Classic "Who dunnit" mystery! Who wouldn't like it? And I guess I just really like chase scenes in my thriller/suspense movies lol. who does it better then Scream?

Writing this and having to decide "what ARE my favorite movies?" has made me realize, I really like suspense thrillers.. with good chase scenes.. Don't get me wrong these are probably my top movies but its interesting they all have similar themes. I have plenty of movies I like that are VERY different than these^ but honestly? these really are my favorite movies, at least that come to the top of the stack.

That being said I have a plethora of other movies that are very near and dear to me :)

I'd recommend any of the movies above. they really are all a lot of fun, and if you do end up watching any or have watched any I'd love to hear about it!

Also, no nobody would probably guess these lol, most of them are kind of off the beaten path, and I don't think you'd guess I like suspense/thrillers as much as I apparently do considering how bubbly I am irl lmao

#Wanted (2008) #The goonies (1985) #battle royal (2002) #midnight (2021) #scream franchise #smoshblr december asks #favorite movies

[blushingsnail64]

(PART 1) "Ursha"

Human reader on a space team with larger, scarier, and stronger alien teammates

Notes: SFW, platonic, fluff, reader has a neutral-polite-sweet personality. (The reader doesnt talk in this one but will later) THIS IS VERY INFO-DUMPY WITH LONG CHARACTER EXPLANATIONS. Not proof read, sorry for any mistakes. I'm posting this at 1 AM.

I didn't have a better word for it than "space team" but basically its just like a group of astronauts who do stuff like transport supplies. Space truckers lol. Also my FIRST like, fic basically.

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Some of your crewmates aren't exactly on friendship level with you, but they're all mature and professional at the very least- you do not want drama on an isolated spaceship in the middle of literally no where. (At least, for the most part)

But, the ones who do care about you (at least a little) are:

Ursha- introduction Not her real name, but a nickname she presented to you on your first day meeting her. Speaking multiple languages is a must for this line of work, but theres plenty of different translators to make it work as well. Apparently, its the closest sounding thing to her actual name- while also being a bit shorter. You haven't done much research on her species, but apparently although they are physically capable of more structured speech, their language consists of guttural sounds and whining. You haven't heard her speak it, but maybe one day she'll let you.

Ursha isn't exactly a teddy bear. She has a stony, matter-of-fact personality. She's about 7'6", with semi scaly red skin that dapples into a deeper shade on the tops of her strong arms (which she has 4 of) and down her forehead to the end of her nose. Her face is similar to a predator from the predator movies, but with a slightly different mouth. More like a mandrill, but wider and generally thicker. Your other crewmate, who's quite the bookworm, has noted that Ursha is actually on the smaller side of her species average. She has straight deep red hair, tied back. You have never seen her hair down.

END OF INTRODUCTION

The first day you and Ursha met, she was seemingly unfazed, but looking back as you know her now, you realized that the minimal eye expressions showed that she was quite taken aback. The shorter you are, the more shocked she is. If you're below 5'8" this woman will not be able to understand how you won't get crushed by the slightest hazard. A shipping crate wasnt strapped in properly and its bindings snap? Smushed. Mild turbulence and you fall off the loading dock platform? Splat. Space pirates hijack the ship? The end of you. She eventually realized you were less defenseless than you seemed, especially with your gear, but she still tends to underestimate your ability. You know it comes from a good place though, and sometimes it almost feels sisterly. If you try to take on a heavy load she will seemingly materialize behind you and effortlessly take part of it. If other crew mates comment or even tease her about it, she will respond that you are simply ambitious and shes being responsible by keeping you from being OVER ambitious. Her delivery is completely neutral, not passive aggressive, not compassionate.

If you get injured she also seems to have a habit of suddenly appearing. She seems quite stealthy and fast for someone of her height and bulk. One time you had quite a bad fall- Although it was just tripping over yourself in the hallway- you managed to do a weird spin in attempts to steady yourself only to twist your ankle when you finally fell as your foot caught on your other leg. Along with landing on your knee and then elbow. That was not a fun day. Upon witnessing the horror of your baby giraffe-like movements and the gruesome finale, several crew mates- Ursha included- rushed over to make sure their small human teammate didn't just die. Two of them split off to alert the medic, while Ursha and one other crew mate stayed beside you. After the initial shock, you were left just stewing in a puddle of embarrassment and bodily pain. You felt a large hand gently hovering against your back, seemingly trying to comfort you while being afraid of breaking you even further. Like someone holding an injured bird. It was Ursha. The other teammate talked to you and both of them gently rotated you into a sitting position. At this point the other crewmates and the medic were arriving.

You were carried to the med bay where your foot was wrapped. You were advised to stay down for a couple days if not longer. After you healed, Ursha would always ask how your foot was when you both started work that day. And then every day. For like a year.

#original fiction #alien x reader #platonic #platonic x reader #sfw alien fiction #alien x reader sfw #spaceship fiction #x reader #long character explanation #original character #original alien character #first fic

[helium-rambles]

My Favorite Perfumes

Ahh, thank you!! Excuse to ramble!

First off @moth-time YES! They are SO much nicer than alcohol, in my opinion. They make some oil perfumes that are still sprays, but I go for the ones that are roll on or just dabbed onto the skin. Sprays have a tendency to stick to clothes and thus last longer and have more projection, over something just on the skin that will evaporate from your body heat.

I shop indie perfumes as it's easier to find oil based ones (and it's usually significantly cheaper!)

Of all the indie perfumes houses I've tried, so far my favorite is Cherry-ka's Trunk on Etsy. They make fragrances inspired by fandoms and horror tropes and the wild west and overall are just really cool. I found them by looking up a fandom thing on etsy and was confused as to why a fragrance showed up. Eventually curiosity got the better of me and I tried some, and have been in love ever since.

I've now sampled 55 of their scents. Of those, I have destashed 17 of them to my roommate, am currently sampling 7, and the rest I liked enough to finish up the sample and some I'll full-size (or have already full-sized). Also worth noting that they're gender-inclusive! All their scents are for people of any gender! (Some indie perfumers tend to label feminine or masculine or unisex perfumes, which is apparently an indicator for people who are into mainstream perfumes to get an idea of a scent profile. But as someone who doesn't have the baseline knowledge of what that means, I feel a little off-put on trying some of those scents.)

My absolute favorite from Cherry-ka's Trunk (and of every fragrance I've ever tried) is Flying which has notes of fir, mint, and florals. This is also the one that taught me about resting oils. When I first got it, it pretty much just smelled like mint to me. I liked it (in fact, I will wear almost anything with mint in it) but it was pretty plain mint. Then as I used up the sample, the other notes became more pronounced. When you first apply it, it's still mostly mint, but the florals add some sweetness to it, and as the scent dries down, there is the astringent woody quality of the fir.

I didn't even notice the change as I used up the sample, but once I finished the sample, I found myself missing it so I bought a full-size. When I finally got it in the mail I was disappointed to sniff it and only get mint. Why did I want to full-size this again? I put it at the back of my perfumes and forgot about it for a month, only to try it again and be like WOW! I LOVE THIS! I waited until I used up my 5ml to purchase another, and I regretted waiting it, because I had to wait another month for it to become as beautiful as it gets. Next time, I'm ordering as soon as my bottle starts running low!

Other ones I've full sized from them are...

Pronounced (metal, green tea, paint, musk ) This smells strongly of metal to begin with! If you do not like the scent of metal, I don't recommend this. The metal fades away into a beautiful musk. I'm addicting to their musk. It's not an overy dirty musk, nor the laundry detergent musk. I don't know what type of musk it is, but I know I'm the most attractive person alive while wearing it. Oddly enough, I've found this is a summer scent for me.

Two Queens (lavender, coffee, musk, aftershave) Honestly, I got this for the coffee note, but don't smell any coffee in this. I do get a very herbal lavender, that reminds my of motel linen (fitting because of the inspiration for this perfume) and it dries down into that amazing musk. This musk is a little brighter(?) than Pronounced but still very good. I huff this scent until my nose wears out.

Conman (chamomile, blueberry, muguet) This blueberry.....I usually find blueberries too tart and sour, but this smells the way I want blueberries to taste. It's sweet, but not sugary. It's nicely supported by the herbiness of the chamomile. Kinda like a dried grass smell. I'm also very tickled by the name of this. I'm unfamiliar with the character it's based on, but I wear this when I want my own conman confidence.

And I will cut my rambles there for now! I'm not sure if this answers the question of what sorts are my favorites, cuz the only real pattern I've noticed in my collection is that I like mint and (some) musks. And I like metal and leather scents for summer. Thanks again for the excuse to ramble!

#perfume rambles #cherry-ka's trunk #i feel like i will go into more depth on some of these later #like i need to wax poetics about the craftsmanship in pronounced #trying the bolding some words thing that i've seen some blogs do for longer posts #not sure i'll keep it #but i can try

[abeinginsand]

The Silent Protagonist Meets Two Flames Continuation of the Silent Protagonist Au ( part 1 ) Dialogue and more story rambles below

1] Taylor:

Lost my voice. Don't remember the fight...and I missed an (anime) episode.

2] Nick Flame:

Aw, kid, you look so much like your mom! Dad…uh Glenn, used to say I looked a lot like my mom too. I couldn't really remember her face myself but he showed me sometimes. He kept a little photo album under the bed. I'd sneak under there alot to look at it when he was at work. Sneaking around is super cool! I hid a few things at home…your home I mean, I could show you--

3] Nicolas Flame:

Now's not the time for a trip down memory lane, Nick! Look at our baby boy's face… Are you okay, Taylor? My Dad--Jodie--always stressed that its okay to cry and to talk to him about what made me upset. So I'm sure Cass--your mom would listen to you. And I know I…well we haven't been around but I am here now. I want to be. And if necessary, I can give a stern talking to any person or creature who hurt your feelings. Simply say the word.

4] Taylor: Huh!? A-Are these flames talking to me? They sound like Dad...

5] Nicolas Flame:

That's because we are your dad…fractured parts of him anyways. Sometimes a demon's spirit leaves its body during body reformation. But with us…well its complicated, a short version is that your dad's spirit is unusual do to past circumstances. So, when his…our spirit left his body it fractured into two parts. I am known as Nicolas and they are…Nick. We represent two major parts of Nicky. But no matter what, one thing is clear…we felt we must return to you immediately. To watch over you…

-------- Story Notes for Part 2: This takes place a week or so after that original scene in part 1. Taylor still can't speak and wonders if it may be due to the very obvious signs of neck injury. However...only he and his mom seem to be able to see his scar, horns, and tail. Cass seems to think his horns and tail are accessories at first--until Taylor manages to convince her otherwise... The doctor that came to do an in-house check up appeared to not see any of those. Instead, the pediatrician comments on Taylor's abnormally high body temperature. The doctor gives some fever treatment recommendations and is on their way. Apparently, with the mayor's entourage running amok--much of the health workers in the city were helping at the nearby hospital. So lines were even longer than they usually were...fevers were lower priority unless stacked with other concerning symptoms. His mom wanted him to rest but Taylor...tensed at the idea of sleeping. Feared what memories might be lurking in his dreams. At least he was comforted by the fact that his mom was fine with him trying to sleep in her room or (in the living room). No space under her bedframe or the couch for eldritch horrors to be hiding under. On another side of things, he's been using the fever and lack of voice as a reason to avoid school. At first he thought it was weird school was still going on--surely the place shouldn't be running. The principal was gone. Surely a school would be closed for a few days or something...they wouldn't just act like its another Tuesday! Someone died! This was contradicted quickly when his mom showed him a voicemail from the school's main secretary--asking him about his attendance. In that moment, he got a dull headache as he recalled...everyone finding out Normal was still doing homework. They'd all known school was continuing this whole time, had been even after the principal died and had chosen to not do homework. Why had he forgotten that part? (Because it made him angry. Because it made him feel so.....)

Besides, Taylor couldn't remember what expression his...friend? ex-friend? made the last time they were near each other either. It was weird. But, there was the group chat and his phone was charged. He could try and reach out? Yet, the chat log only showed the part about Scary leaving the chat awhile ago. No messages had been sent after that. Maybe the group chat was pointless from the beginning. He's dad had destroyed his phone once after all. Told him to not bother with making long lasting connections. If he'd gotten another one and just never shared the new number with the others... Taylor wouldn't feel so defeated right now looking at the 'no new messages' notice. The teen tries to pass the time like he used too--with anime of course or hanging out with his mom when she's not busy. He gets better at hiding the terror that takes hold anytime his mom leaves the house. A fear that she won't return one day. It has yet to happen but what does--is that she asks him to bring over some of her paperwork. To a recording she's doing across town. He manages that just fine--at least on the way to the building. On his way back, he swears he sees someone familiar. He runs away, back into the taxi, refuses to look closer to figure out the identity. Surely, this was the safest decision and he refuses to dwell on it. Now back at home alone, he heads back to the his bedroom to watch whatever is coming on that day. But he missed it apparently--by a few hours. It wasn't even his favorite show.. His eyes and the neck scar burn anyway and Taylor tries really hard to remember how to breathe. It sorta works after a few very long minutes and he rubs at his eyes, stuck in his thoughts. Until he feels heat brushing against his hair and shoulder and a familiar voice crowding the air--two of the same voice. His dead dad's voice? My thought is that Nicky's flame spirits are now his son's temporary familiars. They'll end up helping him and his mom through the au adventure. Basically helping jog Taylor's memory on what happened during the fight and learning more about his dad in general? Other note, atleast in terms of this AU, pronouns are as follows: Nicky: he/they Nick: they/them Nicolas: he/him Taylor: he/him (questioning--might incorporate him trying out other pronouns at some point) Cass: she/her

#taylor swift dndads #dndads taylor swift #cassandra swift #nick foster #nick close #nicolas foster #nicky freeman #dndads #dndads s2 #dndads au #dndads spoilers #dndads s2 spoilers #dndads headcanon #abeinginsand art tag #abeinginsand talk tag #originally this au was going to more of a very serious angst type idea but a lot of what I love about dndads is that it is a comedy podcast #so this is me inserting a little more 'silliness' (in the form of two talking flames...also the twist of taylor would normally be #thrilled by magical stuff--anime-esque stuff happening...but here those feelings are at war with all the other emotions--especially fear #dndads fic #fic writing #fanfic #abeinginsand writing tag

[vocalintel]

Top Ten Gougars of All Time

I don't know how to explain the complicated linguistic evolution of slang in a Discord server but I know that it is very much akin to how salamanders in underground cave systems turn white and lose their eyes, hyperspecializing to an ecological niche to the point that they are destroyed when agricultural runoff pollutes their primordial cave water. Anyway basically we have ended up referring to a specific class of horror movie guy as a gougar, and in the interest of using this term in further posts I will give examples of some of our favorites.

10. That weird little baby from Phenomena

Argento apparently thinks of Phenomena as one of his best films, and I kind of don't. I think it was like highkey kind of ableist as a matter of fact. But the part at the end when they're fighting on that boat and he's trying to GET Jennifer Connelly with his little knife-on-a-stick contraption is funny to me.

9. The Byebye Man

Do people still think the Byebye Man is funny? I know it was a huge meme on here when it came out. Am I old now? Anyway I'm really fascinated by how absolutely terrible this film was, down to the minutiae. If it came out today I would accuse it of having an AI generated script. I would like to give a shoutout to Mr. Byebye's pet dog that's made of hamburger for some reason.

8. Snake Woman

I know she's from a manga but bear with me. This bitch is fucking fiendish. She's actually scary. I think if I was like a little 6-7 year old girl and this thing showed up pretending to be my mom I would have nightmares about it for the rest of my life. Therapy could NOT fix that.

7. This Specific Halloween Prop

Yes I know it's the image from The Russian Sleep Experiment. Yes I know The Russian Sleep Experiment sucks and isn't even scary. That does not change the fact that this thing is freaky as hell. It does all the heavy lifting for that shit ass story. There are very few creepypasta jpegs that are still unsettling outside of their original 2000s imageboard context and this is one of them.

6. Mr. Boogie

I like the first Sinister movie, my friends seem to hate it, life goes on. However, we can all agree that Mr. Boogie (née Baguul) is an iconic gougar. The only reason he's not higher on this list is that his competition is so stacked against him. We're getting into the real heavy hitters.

5. Newt Gingrich's wife

:(

4. Mesmer

Cure is one of the best films of all time and if you haven't seen it you need to go watch it right now. This guy doesn't show up in person once in the whole fucking movie and he's still like one of the most earth-shatteringly creepy gougars ever written. It's like a yuri of absence thing. Horror vacui.

3. The Fucked up Guy From Possession

This thing turns into a real(ish) guy later but holy fuck, when it first shows up. It's like a cross between a dick and a hammerhead shark with John Carpenter Silent Hill textures. It's so, so viscerally unpleasant. We weren't expecting it either, because the film hadn't had any shit like this right up until you get full frontal with it. Isabelle Adjani has sex with it. To each their own.

2. Pazuzu

So the demonic entity in The Exorcist wasn't like actually onscreen or named until the disastrously terrible second film, but then in the 'Director's Cut' edition of the original, they added in these blink-and-you'll-miss-it cutaways to this dude in vaguely expressionist white face paint. Due to RedLetterMedia's lambasting of the "I am... Pazuzu!" scene from Exorcist II, he has become a permanent fixture in our collective horror schema. Every time anything even vaguely scary happens, whether in a game or a movie or perhaps my house, it gets blamed on Pazuzu. Often we mock terrible horror writing/jumpscares by saying it was Pazuzu. At this point he's just a guy we hang out with.

Dr. Freudstein

I don't even want to mock Dr. Freudstein because he literally is just one of the most disgusting, unsettling horror villains I have ever encountered. The only time I have ever been actually nauseous while watching a film was because of him. I cannot think of a more iconic guy. Fuck Freddy, fuck Jason, there is nothing in any of their films even half as scary as when Dr. Freudstein starts cry-mewling like a little baby. This guy was in someone's basement! He could be in your basement! Fulci is a genius for making someone (something?) so creepy.

#horror #text #special shoutout to gabriel malignant. I hated that movie so much i refuse to give it an award for anything but he was definitely a guy

[its-to-the-death]

Bracket E thoughts:

"Brand New Day" and "Alive" are both very good, but I'm a sucker for Anthony Warlow's Hyde. He just sounds so happy to unleash his inner evil! :)

"Philistine" fucking slaps, and as much as I love "Snuff Out the Light," I want to make everyone appreciate this rockin' number as much as I do. She spends the entire song ripping Travis apart, pointing out how his vengeance doesn't make him noble, his anger doesn't make him cool, and he's a pervy otaku. She rhymes aeternum with sternum. Having listened to both versions, I think the English version is better in the vocals because they're clearer, but the Japanese version has a kickass climax at 3:15.

I'm a perpetual fan of GLaDOS' songs, and I really enjoy the thinly veiled spite in "Still Alive."

"Mean Green Mother From Outer Space" is a fun song, but I am a self-admitted sucker for Joey Richter being a hammy villain in "Wagon on Fire".

Further research has indicated "Grand Ceremony" is indicative of the pompousness and fakeness of Manley, who is universally regarded as a prick. I don't know this game, but I can definitely get that vibe from this one.

"In the Dark of the Night" is always a classic, but I voted for "A Million Gruesome Ways to Die" because it's hilarious to me that Barnaby is threatening to kill the player in all sorts of gruesome ways the same way you'd offer a bunch of options to a really picky customer at a restaurant. He's just trying to be helpful, he's so enthusiastic about it!

Dawn M Bennett my beloved makes this modern-day hypocritical dirty cowgirl seem unironically cool every time she sings. Also the Banzai Blasters apparently just fucking shot her parents to death which is some fucking whiplash from "Great at Crime," to say the least. Anyway go listen to Zora's surprise musical backstory.

This might just be because I'm not an Ace Attorney fan, but I didn't really get a lot out of Distant Traces of Beauty" in terms of villainy? Like from what I've read it makes sense in context but it just doesn't give me the villain vibes I was hoping for. Also I have to give points to "I'm a Professional" for being made up entirely on the spot.

SO PREPARE FOR THE COUP OF THE CENTURY! BE PREPARED FOR THE MURKIEST SCAM--

Holy shit that's Captain Marvel's actress? How and why the fuck is she rocking that song so well??? Anyway vote for "Black Sheep," a.k.a the much-needed "fuck you Scott" song.

Ok I submitted "Grandpa's Going to Sue the Pants Off of Santa," but...it's not a good song. It's really not. And even without knowing Les Mis that well, Alun Armstrong is doing such a good job of getting across who Thénardier is by being such a delightful scumbag.

I already can tell "Slipping" is going to win, which is fair, but I needed to vote for "What You Feel" because it is a bop.

As several people have pointed out, "That's Not How the Story Goes" is not really a villain song so much as a song lamenting the horror of the world they live in which happens to feature Count Olaf. Since the villain is listed as Olaf and not The Narrative Itself, I voted for "The Whole Being Dead Thing," which is also a very good song in a completely opposite direction from its opponent.

Holy fuck, why is "Where There's A Whip, There's A Way" so good. Why do the orcs harmonize so well. What the shit.

Have I mentioned that I love Queen Latifah's singing? Because I love her singing. She is having so much fun here.

"Open Up Your Eyes" is a pretty good villain song in an unfortunately mediocre movie that tells me a lot about who the villain is and why she villains, while "You Will Remember" veered kind of too hard into generic rock song territory. Like, I know it's supposed to be an allusion to Ember's backstory, but that backstory wasn't even in the show itself...

Oh yeah and also the person who uploaded that video apparently committed a shooting, which isn't relevant to this bracket, but was a big surprise when I scrolled down to the comments.

Some good opinions 👍

#pulling from the pot of asks #villain song showdown

[atamascolily]

princess tutu re-watch, episode 24

You know, there's something genius about having the narrator be truly unreliable… we now learn that the reason WHY the raven grew so strong in the first place is because he was feeding on the love the people had for the prince.

We open with Fakir and Tutu embracing, only for them to collapse as Ahiru passes out.

Autor: Wow, okay, I'm back! What did I miss? Why the hell are you hugging this girl in a graveyard??

Fakir: Hey, Autor, philosophical question for you: am I making stuff happen, or am I just writing down what would have happened anyway?

Autor: Aren't those the same thing? … JK, if your will is strong enough you can do whatever you want--even take over the WORLD! evil laughter

Fakir puts Ahiru to bed in his room just as she did for him earlier--ROLE-REVERSAL, MY BELOVED!

Ahiru: Ah, this is great, Fakir, with your power we can fix everything, no problem!

Fakir: hahaha, right!

Ahiru follow Rue to a house covered with crows and discovers Crow!Mytho (Crowtho?). In a sign of his severe personality shift, the Friend to All Living Beings (Except Crows) almost eats a live mouse instead of the picnc Rue brought for him.

Rue: You know what, let's just dance instead, okay?

Flashback to the Raven reminiscing about the old days to tiny Rue: "You know, you should marry that guy someday, Kraehe; we might be on opposite sides, but he's got style. Plus, he loves everybody, so of course he'll fall for you, too! Someone's got to!"

Ahiru, watching Rue's breakdown: "I KNEW she wasn't really Kraehe this whole time!!!"

Rue tells Ahiru that Mytho will give his heart to the raven if she returns the remaining shards: "So then we'll have no prince AND an evil raven! Nobody wins!"

To be honest, I am surprised Rue didn't try to rip Ahiru's pendant off, but maybe she doesn't know that's how Ahiru transforms. Would be funny if she tried and that's how she discovered Ahiru was a duck though…

Autor: The Raven is coming back? Fucking awesome! I was right about everything! vibrates with excitement

Fakir: Yes, and that's why I need your help--

Autor: What's in it for me?

Uzura gives up trying to explain in words and just lets ghost!Edel do it: the pendant is the last of the heart shards, and that's why it responds to them.

(on first watch, this completely broke me, Drosselmeyer is SUCH an asshole not to tell her about this. Informed consent? I don't know her!)

Crow!Mytho: gotta dance the pain away, someone help me dance the pain away…

Ahiru: Oh, shit, he can fly now!

Tutu explains to Rue that Mytho really wants his heart back because otherwise the shard wouldn't summon her, and she calls the remaining heart shards back.

Heart shard #1: You call this a body? No way in hell I'm going back in that thing when it looks like something the cat dragged in!

Heart shard #2: suck it up, buttercup, the showdown with the raven is about to begin and we need to be in peak form!

Heart shard #3: Hey, Toots, don't forget to keep one shard in reserve just in case this all goes to hell, okay?

Mytho is still a crow, and the raven--an eldritch horror bigger than the city--wakes up!

Raven: YOU'RE GROUNDED, YOUNG LADY!

Rue: Shut up! You're not my real dad!

Raven: finally figured it out, huh? took you long enough. Come on, prince, it's dinner time! OM NOM NOM

Rue's love is enough to break the curse and transform Mytho back to normal!

Tutu rescues him out of mid-air for the third time… this is getting to be quite the habit.

meanwhile, the raven kidnaps Rue and takes her to another dimension while Tutu and Mytho are having a heart-to-heart, because apparently talking is not a free action in this show. Oops.

#princess tutu #lily liveblogs