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twyz · 2 years

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OKAY SO I PROMISE THE SPOOKY STORY WILL COME EVENTUALLY BUT I HAVE A COMMISSION I GOTTA DO FIRST BUT!!! CONCEPT TJAT IM GONNA FURTHER EXPAND UPON

Child's Play x hocus pocus au????

YEAHHHH it sounds like a stretch but just think about it!!

Andy was a kid with fascination for true crime and once he found out the story behind Charles Lee Ray and Tiffany aswell as their comrade Eddie Caputo , he grew even more interested

So when he found out that there's a way to revive them, he was stoked and had devised a plan to sneak out to the woods and revive them and he does!!

Now theres murder-y people constantly following him around and trying to figure out how the modern world works while trying not to give away that hey! We killed people!!!

IM GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS MORE LATER BUT I GOTTA DO STUFF SO YEAH,, SORRY GUYS :((

#twyz #bro I'm in love with this concept and i wont shut up about it ever again #I'm sorry but the 2nd hocus pocus movie was so good i just had to do this #im of course not going to spoil it but #bro #please go watch it #it's amazing #now how about some reach!?#chucky #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #eddie caputo #andy barclay #bride of chucky #childs play #chucky series #cult of chucky #Chucky au #hocus pocus

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linda-rose · 1 month

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officially in the stage of swiftie zoomies that includes a good amount of anxiety and some "maybe she can keep this album, actually" nausea, how are y'all doing?

#this is all affectionate btw im so fucking excited and know i will love it #im just always like this for album releases and feel so spoiled by the less scary rerecording ones LMAO #and this one especially of course feels particularly dangerous #im going to be such a freaking mess #taylor swift #ttpd #swiftie

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strawbebemilk · 8 months

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Was just having a conversation with my friends the other day about how difficult it is to be a fan of things nowadays and actually avoid spoilers and so in preparation I blocked/muted literally every jjk tag I could think of across sites and somehow I still immediately open tiktok to spoilers (which is not too surprising as tiktok has literally the WORST filtering system I've seen, like even tumblr has their shit together better than that). But anyway it just kinda makes me sad that it's almost impossible to be online now and actually enjoy things at your own pace? It makes me think of when Netflix drops whole seasons and suddenly it's a race to binge everything so you don't get spoiled and I do think it's actively killing our enjoyment of things. Obviously this case is a lil different, the leaks still come out on a weekly basis but I think there's really something to be said about reading a finished product rather than seeing 25 blurry images of the same panel with iffy translations

#and sure i could just not go online ever #but also when ive taken literally every precaution possible and you know #do my best to cultivate the online experience i want #i should not still be walking through a mine zone #and like im lucky obviously in the fact that i am a manga reader so its not like i only watch the anime and am hugely spoiled #but its still fucking annoying #and also just such a huge shift from how leaks used to be treated?#like im not dumb leaks have been around for sooo long and thats fine whatever #but even just like #two years ago i could expect all the leaks and spoilers to be tagged and passed around in such a way that i could avoid them #but now #god i think the assumption is just that everyone wants to see the leaks #and because no one knows how to shut up #as soon as the leaks come out EVERYONE talks about them and theres the inherent fear that youre missing something now #that your not part of the moment #but omg #maybe the way i want to discover information is when i read it when and how the author intended #which of course #bold words from a chronic pirater i am aware of the irony there #but even in those instances im not reading leaked information its all so #fkfjshfhdosos #anyway #the consensus is learn how to use the tagging system and also maybe learn how to be quiet

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extravalgant · 1 year

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title: crosspaths

summary: You were familiar with Monquistans, seeing as they ran around in Azteca doing whatever they pleased. But this one... you recognized this one.

notes: not much to say about this one... i edited this one about twice? before i thought it seemed good enough to post 👍 may this encourage me to make more switch up au stuffs....

READ ON A03

You think, after all this time, you would forget a name like his – a face like his.

The hustle and bustle of the late-night crowd is loud, but the air is filled with hearty laughs, the ambience of the denizens of this world having a good time; you hear the sounds of drinking glasses clinking together, cutlery sliding along plates, and spoons digging into bowls.

It would be comforting if you weren't running on very little sleep. You can feel your tunic bunch uncomfortably from underneath your coat, feel the itch of the fire insignia still fresh on the back from when you drew it in a rush, eager to get something warm over your body.

You feel as if you look a bit foolish standing there in the entrance to the inn, so you busy yourself with finding an unoccupied table. Regardless of how put together you look at the moment, your mind is still hazy from recent events.

Khrysalis had ended on... a semi-rough note, you reflect. The sting of betrayal is still raw, still twists something in the pit of your stomach if you marinated on it for too long, but you can’t help the wash of embarrassment that rushes over you at the thought of your kindness taken advantage so easily again.

You had gotten too complacent, and that’s why you were here—on the verge of frostbite and too tired to care. You had been too used to the idea that everyone was going to be on your side, that they wouldn’t lie to your face, extend an olive branch, offer any sagely advice that came with being trapped in a shadowy, guard-infested prison for thousands of years—

That train of thought stops very quickly.

The physical symptoms of that particular adventure still lingered within you—you believe it’s because you absorbed so much of Morganthe’s magic after she had fallen to her demise. You figure this may be your body's way of getting used to having the proper amount of magic again.

Perhaps, a little part of your mind speaks up, voice so quiet you almost wanted to ignore it, perhaps it would have been better to die a martyr – you would have liked to see the look on his face had you not decided to be obedient for once, and died with the magic he so craved.

It had initially been a surprise when Merle Ambrose summoned you to his office, with claims of ‘something important’ needing to be discussed with you. You hadn’t noticed the sharp curl of anxiety in your stomach until he presented you with your diploma, managing a quiet laugh at your shocked expression. The tension bled out of your shoulders almost as easily as it appeared, and your vision focused to better examine the document he gave you.

The paper had felt crisp and clean, so unlike the quest paper you bought from the bazaar, and so unlike the thin and flimsy paper you used when you used to turn in your assignments. It had felt warm to the touch, and your eyes narrowed in on the way ink pooled slightly in certain places, as if this certificate had recently been finished.

And then, there had been your name – printed neatly, slanted in Merle Ambrose’s cursive script, sharp and wondrous across the page, with a golden stamp reflecting in the light.

Graduation. You couldn’t help the small grin that overtook your features. It took this long, but I’m finally…

The following graduation ceremony had been… quick. You suppose Wizards hadn’t been much for celebrations, always straight and to the point, but it had been sweet. Try as you might, you could not discreetly wipe away the tears as each of the Ravenwood staff stepped forward to say a few words after the official assembly had ended, giving you their own words of encouragement as you stepped out into the new world.

It wasn’t hard to miss the sudden chill that blanketed the area, and the familiar pit inside you was starting to fester inside you. Bartleby got sick, you knew it had been your fault, in some way or another—and now you were here.

In cold and icy Polaris, tension is thick and heavy. The air is full of things unsaid, but you’re not quite sure what’s being said in the first place. This isn’t helped by the local inspector, who sniffs with disdain and squints disapprovingly at your lack of prepared attire for the weather. He doesn’t seem pleased by the smudged ink displayed almost proudly on your hand, but lets you pass anyway.

The quest was still fresh–you had to write it in a hurry and head to Polaris, after all. You had always been a bit sloppy with quest writing—there’s a bit of an excuse now. You have a time limit.

As long as it's legible, You said to yourself.

(A habit that would never die – a habit that lingered as soon as you learned the practice of quest writing. At the beginning your letters were neat and clean – this habit had stopped during Azteca, until you stopped writing them at all.

…

Spell Writing 101 had always been your favorite class anyways.)

You digress.

Now, you were familiar with Monquistans, seeing as they ran around in Azteca doing whatever they pleased. But you didn’t think you would ever run into one in Polaris of all places. You didn’t think anyone could stand the cold like the Pingouins. But this one... you recognized this Monquistan.

Because as soon as you laid your eyes upon the figure, you blinked, pausing in your descent of the steps.

“...Mister Gandry, is it?" You said, stepping close to the figure's table. He had been nursing a mug of... something. You detected the smell of something vaguely sweet and acidic.

Wine. You think, immediately. Wizard wine exists? Well, wine isn't exactly hard to make, is it? It's just... grapes.

That wasn’t important right now, you think.

He scrutinizes your dress for a moment, in a way that reminds you of the inspector at the world door, but he must have recognized you, with the way his eyes widened slightly at the edges.

"Can it be?" He said, and even his tone brings something like disbelief to the surface. It's almost hard to hear over the thick accent he has, and the sudden loud cheers a nearby table gives, but you nod in reply, breaking into a grin.

"The Wizard we met on the ship! My word, you're looking... a bit worse for wear."

He gestures for you to sit down, waving over the nearest waiter to bring them a drink for you as well. You can't even get a word in edgewise about your lack of drinking before the cup is being slid across the wooden table, red pooling deliciously at the edges.

"Worse for wear is putting it lightly." You say, chuckling a bit. Your hands come up to wrap gingerly around the pint, fingers tapping gently against the aged wood. It smells even sweeter than you thought. "I never thought I'd see you again! Where is, ah...?"

"Boochbeard?" He finishes for you, just as he polishes off the last of his drink. You nod. "Who knows. We got separated a while back."

“Aren’t you worried?” You ask, and he levels you with a stare, brow raised.

“It’d be a miracle if something around here manages to kill him.” He shifts in his seat, giving a lazy look around. “I see Polaris still hasn’t gotten back up on its legs after the war, eh? Figures.”

The words begin to blend together into his accent, but you can hear bits and pieces of what he’s trying to say. Something about the ‘armada,’ something about a ‘pirate.’

“The pirate?” You tilt your head to the side before the memory blooms behind your eyelids. Excitement bursts in the pit of your stomach. Yes, yes—the ship, those people, and most curious of all, that robot. “How are they doing these days?”

He takes a swig of his second drink – when he had ordered that one, you wondered – and shrugs.

“You... don’t know?” You’re dumbfounded. “I figured they were one of yours.”

“An orphan.” He amends, but the tone of his voice dips into something more casual, as if this were par for the course.

“Is that... common? Is this common?”

He nods without saying another word, and the two of you descend into another silence. This didn’t exactly astound you, seeing as Wizard City also housed these types—the city was safe enough as it was (with you there anyways, your brain supplies). You had surmised a while back that Ravenwood functioned more as a boarding school then it did a regular school, so the lack of parental figures wasn’t all that surprising to you.

But regardless, a pirate... you didn’t have any experience with them, minus Taylor Coleridge and the Monquistan in front of you.

“Is being a Pirate fun?” You ask.

His mouth twists thoughtfully before frowning. You think that has more so to do with the taste of his drink than your question. “About as fun as being a Wizard is.”

That was… Hm. You can count how many times you stood there and wondered if being a wizard was worth it. For all that it gave you—whether it was the joy and awe of seeing magic for the first time, or the warmth in your chest as you learn the words to another spell, or even just the fact that each spiral key you required earned you a glimpse into a new world, with new places to explore…

There were also things you… loathed about being a Wizard, no matter how hard you tried. Clearly there were things written in the fine script, but you had been reading that contract with younger, naive eyes.

In Wizard law there are no accidents.

You think your silence stretches on longer than usual – Gandry pauses, peering over the rim of the cup with inquisitive eyes. He puts his cup down.

"Tell me then," he prompts. "Is being a Wizard fun?"

The edge of your own cup reaches your lips. The first and only sip you would have. "...About as fun as being a Pirate is, I suppose."

He says nothing as you tell him your answer, but push your cup to the side and flag down the waiter for a steaming mug of something hot instead—the tea smells earthy and fragrant, warming your frozen fingers as you blow on it with cooling breaths.

"I wonder how they're doing." You muse quietly. You hadn't even gotten a glimpse of their face, or their personality—only gave words of encouragement, coaxed Mister Gandry and Mister Boochbeard into investigating whatever it is that the Maestro and his robotic friend were keen to stop before it started. “The Pirate, that is.”

You had touched upon their life – altered the course of their timeline, without ever seeing them. You think it's almost better this way, but you can't help the twinge in your heart that wants to meet the person they are today.

Did they have any friends? Do they have family? Did they have a favorite food, a favorite color, did they like the way the stars twinkled at night, or how the clouds stretched upon an infinity? Most of all—

Were they alive?

You wonder.

"Running from the armada, probably." Gandry’s dry tone snaps you out of your haze. "I want to say I'm surprised the armada hasn't touched this part of the spiral, but – you're here."

"... I'm here." You repeat softly. Almost fondly. You were here, fighting tooth and nail to prevent the rest of the spiral from falling apart. To give others the chance to do the same. You’re not sure what an ‘armada’ is and have no clue whether or not you’d be able to defend against it, but you recognize that the two of you are on different journeys.

You wonder if you’ll ever cross paths.

The silence stretches on until you stand, pushing your chair backwards as you relay to your companion that you had Wizardly duties to deal with. There's no note of change or expressions on his face, only neutral responses; he nods as he waves you off, and pushes the gold back into your hand when you attempt to repay him back.

"My treat, wizard." Mr. Gandry speaks. This time, there's a grin stretching across his face. "Welcome to Polaris."

#wizard101 #w101 #pirate101 #p101 #its 5 am so ur getting this rot at like 12 pm #also i will being going out . so i wont be on as much tomorrow... o_o!!#wanted to write smth about the pirate easter eggs we get with the arc 3 worlds... and now with novus saying way more pitty stuff #im like we are getting SPOILED #NOT MUCH HERE TO DUMP AS FAR AS. TAG TALKING GOES so . enjoy i guess #i was like wehhh do i tag pirate . yes u do gandry is a pirate character #and the pirate (pc) COMES UP!!! OF COURSE U DO #anywayz. enjoy

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bobzora · 2 years

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persona 5 strikers is the funniest game in the whole world simply because of how much it hates goro akechi. like as much as i love the guy i'd understand if he didn't show up because, yknow, hes kind of dead. but strikers doesn't just do that. oh no, it has grander ideas. it refuses to acknowledge his existence, period. and not mentioning him always leads to this awkward elephant in the room because the extent they go to to not mention him at all is immensely weird. especially because he is incredibly thematically relevant! i mean, come on, look at the antagonists! and we can mention shido but not akechi? a major antagonist even has a backstory that gives Huge deja vu...

i'm half convinced that strikers is a fucked up alternate version of royal where the difference is that maruki is just a really big phanboy who hates akechi's guts so he erases him from existence. so jokers the only one who remembers him and everyone else is just kind of accidentally gaslighting him. that's clearly the only explanation here. lol.

#bobtalk #i havent finished the game yet. mostly because the gameplay isnt really that fun to me. but ive been spoiled and stuff of course #p5 spoilers #p5s spoilers #p5r spoilers #p5s in general has this weird forgetfulness to it? like i think it might be to avoid vanilla spoilers (which is stupid lol) but #when the thieves go No Way this mayor has a Jail??? that's Such a Big Scale. and then u have to remind them that shido was a thing.help #the existential terror of persona 5 strikers. or something.#the best way that i have fun whenever i sit down and play strikers is to point out all the places that akechi is relevant to (a lot)#me seeing 'anger doesnt always fix things...' No Way??? Akechi Reference???#'Featherman Masks?? Akechi Reference??' 'Morally Gray Antagonists?? Akechi Reference??' 'fucking SHIDO??? Akechi Reference :(??'#strikers has some really good character moments and some really bad/stupid character moments. send tweet #sophi is cute tho. znkchi is funny but he shouldntve become a thief bc im adultphobic and hes literally a cop. theres my hot takes ig

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odysseys-blood · 4 months

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its so stupid to me when someone goes up to somebody (recently in the inboxes of palestinians doing their damndest to share information about whats going on with the genocide of their own people and some of yall still cant take being spoon fed this as if its the worst thing to happen to you to just pay attention (but it happens also after any catastrophe yall just rock up to anyone you judge an affected minority be it someone of another race, culture, gender, sexuality w/e)) and you ask "well who should i vote for"

thats your choice

when you turned 18 in the us of a you gained the right to choose whoever the hell you want on the ballot for president. nobody can make you vote for somebody or withold it. you make that decision. you should be able to think for yourself. do some research and stop talking out of your ass because that is literally the least you could do.

and also you shouldn't be going to someone (especially someone who this is of he least concern of) and go "well what do you think i think i have to vote for x because *despite every atrocity they've ever comitted* theyre still better than the other guy!" because what do you want? forgiveness? you made a choice. you also just told somebody that this choice WILL AFFECT that it was the only choice available to you (even though it wasnt). and then act like they should be grateful. like you're doing them a favor.

#this isnt well worded at all its just. getting on my nerves #like sorry you want recognition for voting for the guy who will feed you poison in a three course meal #instead of in a single slice of bread?#if you're gonna do it anyways at least just do it and shut up #yall put so much more weight on these votes than there actuslly is too #esp for presidential elections #will i go vote? probably #do i expect a damn thing? hell no #systems rigged to hell. but instead of focusing on that we focus on americas next top bomber and which one we gotta endorse #biden aint get them kids out of cages #biden let the pipelines get built on indigenous lands and spoil their water #biden let abortion rights fall through #you know how many black folks were killed by police last year?#and im supposed to thank you?#fuck all that

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dumbass-rogue · 2 years

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I just want to shout out to the artists who do incredibly angsty art that without context have led my friend to believe soooo many characters perma die in Critical Role

#critical role #fanart #my friend is so upset with what she has been spoiled #i don't know what tho bc she doesn't want to talk about it #im also not going to correct her of course

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