#justice for jed

[ideasvoid]

Hiii I hope you still take requests :) if so can I request survivor reader who's from ormond and knows legion and jeffg but ends up having a thing with a different killer? (Preferably deathslinger or ghostface- which is only half licensed so im not sure if you do write for him)

Thank you <33

Hello my lovely <3 I can most certainly try. I apologize if this isn’t exactly what you wanted, you didn’t specify too much on a scenario but that’s ok :) I will always hop at the chance to write my boy Caleb, he needs more love.

I hope you enjoy!

Ghostface - Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen

Sparks burst forward from the rust machine and you quickly raise your hands to shield your face. To say the trial wasn’t going well would be an understatement, currently David was being pulled up by that thing, Claudette was next to you, and the last you had seen Jeff was Two generators ago. Something was off, very wrong yet no matter how you strained your mind you couldn’t put your finger on it.

The machine erupted again, pulling you back to reality. Whatever that was anymore. Claudette stared horrified at the generator, her hands shook horribly and you could see the tears begin to well up behind her cracked glasses. You open your mouth to speak but the sound on a twig snapping cut you off, your throat going dry in seconds as your heart rate spiked. The snap was intentional, it always was.

Click, flash.

The two of you hopped to your feet, splitting off in different directions into the snow. The familiar cold stung your face and hands, fingers somewhere between a stinging pain and numbness that you hoped wasn’t the beginning of frostbite. Crunching of snow faded into the dull thumps and creaks of the wooden floor as you ran through the halls of the decrepit lodge of Ormond. You had spent so much time here before, now those memories felt like another life.

Clinging to the stair railing, you stopped. Straining to hear any footsteps. Was he gone? Certainly he wouldn’t have given up so easily,

Click, flash.

You bolted up the remaining stairs. You knew Ormond like the back of your hand, just up these stairs and around the corner and could jump out that window in the large room – a sudden tug at the back of your shirt halted your moment, said window mere feet away. The sharp edge of a knife came to gently glide along your throat, teasing, for now.

A long whistle came from the man behind you, his arm wrapping itself tightly around your waist, keeping you close to his chest. “So this is your old stomping ground eh?” He chuckled to himself at his clever little joke. “Bit of a dump now, though” his release of you caused you to stumble forward slightly, quickly whipping around to face him “Aw come on now, don’t give me that look” he twirled the blade in his hand as he looked over you, you could practically feel the smile he had on his face under that mask. “Can’t help it, you just look so cute all wide eyed, view up the stairs ain’t too bad either” he dodged you as you swatted at him, laughing as he pulled out his camera.

Click, flash.

“Now now, so violent. And they say I’m bad.” That smile surely got wider “I just wanted to get a nice picture of my favourite lil survivor before you go scurrying’ back that fire of yours. To which-“ Danny held up a finger, waiting a few seconds before a familiar boom resonated through the resort, a boom you could feel in your bones. He pointed to the window you had tried to escape from, slowly pocketing his camera and gripping his knife “I’ll give you a head start, better start runnin baby”

You didn’t need to be told twice as to darted for the window, vaulting it and leaving your kinda boyfriend not far behind. He’d see you later, coaxing you away from the safety of the campfire and into the fog, and you’d be waiting.

The Deathslinger - Caleb Quinn

The cold stung Caleb’s face before he had opened his eyes, winter air dry in his lungs. He had always disliked trials on Ormond, while it lended to numbing the ache in his leg and jaw, the freeze against his skin and snow always slowed his step and threw off his aim. Still, he had a job to do, conditions be damned.

The resort, despite his misgivings, was an interesting place; with tall towers that held strange metal chairs high above the ground and odd flat boards with holsters on them. You had explained the gist of skiing and the resorts old purpose to him, but you’d have to forgive him for not entirely understanding, he’s an old man from an even older time where such things didn’t exist. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the enjoyment from strapping sticks to your feet and skidding down a hill at several miles per hour and slamming directly into a tree in some cases.

A scream sounded throughout the grounds, Dwight thrashed as he was reeled in, hitting the ground with a hard thud as Celeb slashed him across the chest with his bayonet. One, two, three… someone was unaccounted for. He hefted Dwight onto his shoulder, hissing through his teeth as an elbow connected harshly with the back of his neck as he struggled. Caleb lifted the poor man onto the hook, your overlord quick to claim her latest meal.

He only offered the corpse a glance before starting towards the lodge. He had an idea where you’d be, a routine of sorts. The wooden floor groaned in protest as he stepped over debris and broken furniture, the hallway opening up into a large main room, fire crackling in its hearth and sat in front of it was you. Knees pulled to your chest as you stared off into the flames, it looked like you were somewhere else, somewhere he imagined familiar and warm. He approached you quietly, death to Bayshore lowered and at ease.

“You alright there darlin?” His question was quiet, a rare air of gentleness in his voice as he looked you over. When you gave no answer he gave a sigh, looking around before pulling one of the scattered blankets with the least amount of holes from an old chair and draping the raged cloth over your shoulders. Caleb lowered himself down next to you, letting out a groan that reminded you of one a typical dad might make.

An arm wrapped around your shoulders, gently pulling you into his side. “What’s the matter darlin?” You stared into the fire still, the echos of laughter and smiles of better times swirling in your mind.

You’d never see that again, you’d never see your loved ones again. They would never know what happened to you or where you went, you would forever remain a cold case and left in this hell to be murdered over and over and over and over again. You had Jeff, which was a godsend in this hell but even still he was also in the fog with you and the legion… they weren’t the same. No one was coming to save you, no one was coming to save any of you.

“I just…” your words were choked, your throat tightening as tears burned your eyes “I miss home so much… I-“ you tried to continue, but the words wouldn’t come. Caleb pulled you closer wordlessly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You clung to him like he might be ripped away from you too, sobs muffled by his duster.

“I know darlin, I know.”

#dbd imagines #dbd x reader #slasher fic #the deathslinger x reader #caleb quinn x reader #ghostface x reader #danny johnson x reader #jed olsen x reader #I hope I did Danny justice I’m not very familiar with him #oops i made it sad #Caleb my beloved #love that crusty dusty man #wren writes

[punkitt-is-here]

When I was in high school I created a tabletop system called "Justice Frontier" that was all about basically creating shonen anime episodes inside a magical western setting. It had barely any rules and was basically just a conduit to tell kickass stories with my buds and it RULED. Anyway been watching a ton of One Piece and been wanting to revisit it with my new art skills, and I've had a blast with it.

#Justice Frontier #Rita #so that girl can turn into a bigass opposum and that samurai guy #he can cut through anything harmlessley #also the cowboy #he's named #Jed #my art #my posts #punkitt

[mejcinta]

I think part 2 of The Sandman would've been WAY better if they focused less on Jed's point of view and MORE on The Corinthian on his way to extract Jed and how he surprisingly empathizes with the boy's situation in relation to his sort of 'toxic' father/son relationship with Morpheus, his creator.

For example: Corinthian drives up to Jed's house and brutally murders his abusers (i think we needed to see that) and finds Jed trapped in the basement. This awakens in Corinthian the feeling of being 'trapped' by Morpheus, to fulfill only Dream's expectations and not his individual ones. Corinthian rescues Jed and tells him about feeling like 'you've been put in a box all your life' and you just wanna be free.

Like, just more focus on Corinthian would've been better for part 2. Understanding how his warped mind works with every episode from 7-10. And seeing Jed's living situation through his surprised eyes would've shocked us too instead of having that uncle/aunt/Jed storyline sort of gobble up two whole episodes. But that's just what I think.

#sandman #the sandman #sandman on netflix #justice for corinthian man #the corinthian #morpheus #dream of the endless #jed walker #rose walker

[thebreakfastgenie]

The MS reveal and specifically the one term deal makes a lot of season 1 which was obviously written as if he was planning to run for re-election kind of messy in a way I find sloppy but the way it recontextualizes his entire dynamic with Hoynes is just *chef's kiss.*

#like a lot of it is covered by leo and the staff not knowing #and jed ACTING like he wanted to run again.... does track even if he told abbey he wasn't #but like.... him talking to justice crouch and stuff #you can justify most of it individually but taking all of it together it's a sloppy retcon #but. but.

[gabessquishytum]

Ok so you know how the comics take place in the same universe as the justice league and all those guys? And you know how in the comic of 24/7 there's some local, small town superhero on TV, suggesting that any random loser can be a superhero? Do you see where I'm going with this?

Superhob: mild-mannered professor by day, scourge of London's criminal underworld by night. Calls himself The Immortal, doesn't appear to have any superpowers but fights with all kinds of old-timey weapons like maces and crossbows and stuff. He's been shot and stabbed and blown up and all kinds of things that really should have killed him, but he just keeps coming back. Probably has an ongoing rivalry/sexual tension with Johanna.

Could be a fishbowl rescue, and/or maybe he manages to catch the Corinthian? Or like, he somehow manages to cross paths with Dream shortly after he gets out of the fishbowl and they just do the Spiderman pointing meme at each other. Idk, I didn't have any particular plot in mind but I feel like there's a lot of potential there...

-🍓

This is such a great idea!!! Especially with the whole plot with The Sandman becoming a superhero through Jed's dreams (in the show)

I like the idea of a fishbowl rescue - Hob’s been hearing these rumours about fawney rigg for years, and one day he just happens to be in the area. He figures he'll take a look, since he's already in costume/fully equipped with weapons. Turns out he only has to bonk an old man over the head with the butt of his sword, so it's not very complicated to infiltrate the Manor. But what he finds in the basement in a lot more complicated, that's for sure.

He gets Dream out of the glass, glad that he's got such array of pointy, heavy medieval weapons. He can't get over the fact that he's just rescued his stranger. His stranger apparently can't get over the fact that Hob is trying to be a superhero (Hob resents the word trying - he's a very good superhero thanks very much).

Dream is like "Well thanks very much but now I have to find all my stuff" and Hob is like "cool! I'll help!" So superhob and the sandman join forces, to look for the sand (Hob has a pretty good idea that Jo had some weird magic pouch at one point). Maybe along the way they discuss the whole 1889 misunderstanding. Dream admits that maybe they are friends now. Even if Hob’s superhero identity is kind of cringe.

I quite like the idea of Dream going to hell (and refusing to let Hob come), so while he's gone Hob goes and looks for the Corinthian and a lot of stabbing goes down, but ultimately Hob captures Cori and when Dream comes back, he finds his rogue nightmare bound up with ancient magic while Hob sits on his chest and smiles smugly.

Maybe Superhob is a little more competent than Dream was willing to admit...

#🍓anon #the sandman #dreamling

[imtooscaredforthis]

Entrapment

Chapter Twenty Four: Unexpected

Mentions of: Dubcon/noncon themes, stabbing, death, and murder, etc.

A/N: some more pervy Johnny for you lmao

Tags: @dead-bxxxtch-walking @mama-miya @moonshineinasippycup @stwbwwychan @vandeaad @the-fandoms-georgie

“I feel like we haven’t talked in forever. How are you? How is everything?” Rachel asked as the two of you exited the building together and walked to the parking lot.

“I’m good. Work has been pretty good. Jed is a great partner.” You admitted with a shrug.

“I’m sure he is. You guys getting along good?” She asked with a teasing grin. “Yeah- what’s that look for?”

“Nothing. So you guys are close?” You don’t like where this is going.

“I mean, yeah- but..” You scoffed when you noticed Rachel’s smug grin. She’s onto you.

“Will you quit it? He and I are just friends. He’s like a brother to me.” You lied.

Rachel laughed at that. “Bullshit. I’m not dumb. I can tell when two people are fucking, and you and Jed totally are. But don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. No judgment here.”

Before you could finish your conversation, the two of you split up, and she went to her car, while you walked home. You looked over your shoulder to make sure the coast was clear before you called after her.

“Jed and I aren’t- we’re not fucking, okay?! We’re just friends.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night, babe!” She called back. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you walked off, trying to ignore how flustered she had gotten you.

It’s fine. She won’t tell anyone. At worst she’ll just keep teasing you like this. Even if it was annoying, there wasn’t much you could do about it.

—

Once you got back home, you changed your clothes and had a glass of wine to wind down. But you didn’t relax, no. You never relax anymore. How could you when you know he’s still out there, harming more innocent people? Jesse, Lucia and Nate all deserved justice. You weren’t going to rest until you got it for them.

As you ate your dinner, you stared at the bulletin board you put up on your wall, with pictures of Ghostface’s victims, reports of his last sightings, and anything you could find. You managed to make some connections as to where he would find his victims.

You did find quite a few that went to Walleye’s but there were still inconsistencies here and there. All you knew was that most of them were average people, middle class and normal, which makes it even harder for him to figure out who he’s after next.

You stared at the board for a little while, before sitting down on your couch, running a hand through your hair. With all the time you had been spending with Jed, you haven’t been able to focus much on this. But today, he was out sick, giving you more room to think about Ghostface, even if you didn’t want to.

With a frustrated sigh, you grabbed the remote, clicking on the TV.

“Breaking news: Couple Marie and Carlton Thomas have been found dead in their home this afternoon.”

You stared at the screen in complete shock as a photo of them flashed onto the tv, listening as it continued. “The couple was found by a neighbor this evening when they noticed that their back door was open and their dog had escaped. They were stabbed to death, both having almost twenty wounds each. So the question we’re all wondering is: could this be another Ghostface murder?”

“We’re still figuring out motives, but the possibility is there. We’re working as hard as we can to catch this guy and all we can say right now is follow the curfew and lock your doors at night, and if you see anything suspicious, don’t be afraid to say something.” The sheriff said.

You couldn’t watch any more of this bullshit. You reached over and shut off the tv, sighing softly. Staring at the black reflection of the screen, you realized someone was standing behind you.

“Boo.” You sprung up from the couch, gasping in surprise. You turned on your heel trying to face him straight on. You moved so fast that you stumbled forward, causing him to catch you.

“Careful there, sweetheart, we don’t want you getting hurt do we?” Ghostface cooed in that same condescending tone. You tore yourself from his grip, glowering at him.

You stepped back into the kitchen, grabbing a knife and raising it threateningly. “Stay the fuck away from me.”

How did he even get in? How did you not notice him? He has been standing behind you while you were watching, and you were completely vulnerable. He could’ve easily killed you, but he didn’t. He was toying with you.

“Oh, come on, Dollface. Don’t be like that. I missed you. And from what I can tell, you missed me too.” He gestured to the bulletin board on your wall, before walking over to you. He took slow steps, like a predator ready to pounce.

Just because he didn’t want to kill you didn’t mean he didn’t want to hurt you..but you knew attacking him would only end badly. You lowered the knife slightly, but didn’t let it go.

He moved swiftly, grabbing your wrist and slamming it against the wall, making you drop the knife. “There you go. Good girl.”

“What do you want from me?” You couldn’t help but ask, angry and fearful. “What? Can’t we just have a nice little chat? You’re the one who pulled out the knife.”

He released your wrist, letting you go. “I think it’s time we catch up. You’ve been doing a lot lately, haven’t you? Had a lot of fun with your little Boy Scout?”

“Boy Scout? You mean-”

“Your little boyfriend? Jeb or Jed or whatever? The one who’s helping you write articles on me? Yeah, him. I’ve been watching you two..and you really seemed to be enjoying yourself, slut.”

You felt yourself grow flustered from humiliation and embarrassment. “Don’t hurt him.”

“Awww you want to protect him, how sweet. Don’t worry, toots. I’m not planning on it. As long as you behave, that is. Though I will say, I am jealous.” You felt his other arm hook around your back, the cool blade pressing into you and making you arch forward and into his touch, and his hand moved from your wrist to your chin, tilting your head upward while he examined your body.

“Such a pretty thing. I wouldn’t mind having you myself.” He pressed his knife into your back, forcing your waist to press against his, feeling his hardness.

He forced your shirt upwards, and you tried to stop him, but he smacked your hands away. He smirked. “No bra? How naughty.”

He eyed your tits, while you squirmed slightly in his grip, trying to get him to stop, but the harsh press of his knife and his groin managed to get you to still. His gloved hand caressed your breasts, before sliding down to your stomach.

“Yeah, we’re definitely gonna have some fun later.” You could hear the lust and smugness in his voice.

“What makes you think I would want to do any of that with you? I don’t even want to touch you! I hate you!” You hissed in disgust.

“Oh, I know you do. But you don’t have a choice do you? Not if you want your friends to live.” He leaned over and pressed his mask to your ear, his voice lowering. “You think Jed’s good? I’ll have you screaming and crying for me. And you’ll love it like the good little whore you are.”

He slightly ground his hardness against you, and you bit your lip to hold back a whimper. He removed his knife from your back, pressing it against your front instead. With the flick of his wrist, he cut your stomach, causing you to cry out.

“Just something to remember me by. Don’t worry, I’ll be back, and we’ll have fun very soon.”

He let you go, stalking off into your bedroom, and leaving out the side window onto the fire escape.

Yeah, you need to change your locks.

#dead by deadlight #dbd #dbd killer #dbd x reader #killer x reader #dbd ghostface #ghostface dbd #ghostface dead by daylight #ghostface fanfiction #ghostface smut #ghostface x reader #jed olsen dbd #dbd jed olsen #danny jed olsen johnson #jed olsen x reader #danny johnson dbd #dbd danny #dbd danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #ghostface fanfic

[professional-termite]

Could thou draw that of the Jed of the Diah using the one known as the Lightning of the Mqueen to run over his former enemy that are the Romans? Perhaps with the reaction of their leader to the conundrum, as the two reminisce on the memory? Though that last extra detail is not required, the basis of the idea would be great on its own

(Like you don’t have to- and sorry about that- I just really like talking in Shakespearean)

how to flirt wirh roman; run him over in yuor car

(i felt only a crappy ms paint drawing could ever do a prompt like this justice. might redraw it better once ive gotten all my motivation back tho)

#natm #night at the museum #owen wilson #steve coogan #jedtavius #natm jedtavius #natm jedediah #natm octavius #gaius octavius #jedediah smith #lightning mcqueen #pixar cars

[cosmicqvake]

With the episodes of Secret Invasion that Daisy is rumoured to be in drawing nearer… my crippling anxiety about how her potential return (if she returns) is going to pan out is getting worse, so imma state all the things I NEED to happen if she does come back, otherwise… I don’t know if I want her to (after all, her ending on AOS will forever be solid in my eyes too…)

One, this one is a given, but she NEEDS to be played by Chloe Bennet. There’s no ifs, ands or buts about it. Chloe IS Daisy, and vice versa. If it’s anyone except Chloe, we. don’t. want. it.

Two, I desperately like at least some original writers/showrunners/producers/whatever from AOS to be directly involved with whatever project she’s in (Secret Invasion, etc), so that we have people who already KNOW and CARE for Daisy advocating for her character- and so there’s much less of a chance for her character to be “ruined” (my BIGGEST fear). Jed and Maurissa PLS don’t let them butcher her I beg I BEGGG 🙏🏻

Three, I don’t want her backstory erased. Absolutely not. That is another dealbreaker for me. Daisy’s family is what helped make her who she is, and I cannot imagine a world where she doesn’t have them. ;-; This includes making her a mutant. I… NO. Being an Inhuman ALSO makes her who she is, and is such an integral part of her character. I cannot imagine this being erased.

Four, sorta to add on to three, I would actually die HAPPY if we also saw characters like Sousa and Kora again (give us more Dousy, you COWARDS, I once again BEG), and even if they’re not in it, I need them at least mentioned (and that they’re all well and good too). Same as the rest of the team.

Five, they better not put her through more trauma or kill her off or I will personally permanently quit Marvel forever fr. Don’t hurt our baby anymore PLEASE, if I ever ask for anything, let it be this. :,) I NEED HER TO BE HAPPY IN ORDER TO BE HAPPY MYSELF HONESTLY.

That is it I think, sorry for the long-ish post, just needed it off my chest because I don’t see almost anyone else seeming to care about this. ;-; As I’ve mentioned before, I’m simply TERRIFIED they’re gonna do this wrong. As of late, I’ve lost so much faith in Marvel (even more-so after the recent ep of Secret Invasion) so… :,)

Let us just all hope and pray that they do our girl justice PLEASE 😭

#at this point Daisy’s return is only giving me ANXIETY as apposed to excitement 😭 #I don’t trust marvel anymore I’m sorry #so I’m just over here praying to the gods that if we do get our girl back it’s in the right way #or idk what I’ll do #PLEASE MARVEL 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 #agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #daisy johnson #secret invasion #quake

[ultrameganicolaokay]

Vengeance of the Moon Knight #3 by Jed MacKay and Alessandro Cappuccio. Cover by Davide Paratore. Out in March 2024.

"VENGEANCE EXACTED! As the new Moon Knight serves his own vision of justice, Marc Spector’s allies and friends take it upon themselves to find his base of operations and take the fight to him! But the Fists of Khonshu hold a bloody and well-earned reputation, one which the likes of Hunter’s Moon, Tigra and Soldier are all about to experience firsthand!"

#vengeance of the moon knight #moon knight #marc spector #fist of khonshu #marvel #jed mackay #alessandro cappuccio #davide paratore #comics

[beardedmrbean]

An employment tribunal hearing brought by a sacked Christian teacher has collapsed after "prejudiced" comments were made by a panel member online.

The unnamed teacher brought the case against a primary school and Nottinghamshire County Council after she was dismissed for opposing the local transgender policy.

She was suspended for refusing to "affirm" an eight-year-old girl who wanted to be treated as a boy.

The teacher was later sacked for gross misconduct after looking up the child on the school's safeguarding database and sharing the information with her lawyers.

However, the case has collapsed after panel member Jed Purkis demonstrated a "significant prejudice against Christians".

The former GMB union officer has also expressed anti-Tory views, describing Conservative Party supporters as a "tumour".

The unnamed teacher described herself as a "Bible-believing Christian" and stressed her faith informed her belief on sex being an "immutable biological fact".

She also expressed concern about "social transition" resulting in "irreversible harm" being caused to a young person.

The case was being heard by panel members for six days.

However, all three members, including judge Victoria Butler, recused themselves late on Monday after Purkis' comments were discovered.

The hearing will be rescheduled for later in the year.

Responding to a comment suggesting only atheists should be in public office, Purkis wrote: "Damn right, you won't catch us killing in the name of our non-God."

Purkis also said: "If they are so f*****g super how comes there is so much shit going on in the world."

He separately asked "what's a good collective noun for Tories?", adding "a tumour of Tories" and a "cess pit of Tories".

Representing the teacher, Pavel Stroilov argued Purkis "appears to agree with a view which expressly advocates for religious discrimination in public life".

The teacher said it was a delay in receiving justice "but I have to have a fair trial".

#nunyas news #wonder what their reddit handle is

[heckcareoxytwit]

A preview of Vengeance of the Moon Knight #3

VENGEANCE OF THE MOON KNIGHT #3

VENGEANCE EXACTED! As the new Moon Knight serves his own vision of justice, Marc Spector’s allies and friends take it upon themselves to find his base of operations and take the fight to him! But the Fists of Khonshu hold a bloody and well-earned reputation, one which the likes of Hunter’s Moon, Tigra and Soldier are all about to experience firsthand!

LEGACY #233

Written by: Jed MacKay Art by: Alessandro Cappuccio Cover by: Davide Paratore Page Count: 28 Pages Release Date: March 20, 2024

#Reese #Hunter's Moon #Yehya Badr #Tigra #Greer Nelson #Midnight Mission #Moon Knight #moon knight ii #Flying Tiger #vengeance of the moon knight #marvel preview #marvel

[punkitt-is-here]

yoyo cowboy + undead vaquero = pics that go hard

#cowboys #vaquero #justice frontier #jed #my art #my posts #punkitt #pics that go hard

[talzane]

I've got a crossover for you nuts to try.

Y'all keep wanting to address the Anti-Ecto Control Act and the GiW via the Justice League or the Avengers or some other group. I challenge somebody to write a good DP x The West Wing fic dealing with the AECA. It can be DP X DC X TWW for all I care. Jed Bartlett vs. former President Lex Luthor is a showdown I'd pay to see.

I know you're supposed to write the content you want to see in the world, but I'm not arrogant enough to think I can mimic Aaron Sorkin's writing at all. I'm sure somebody else would love to give it a shot, though.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc x the west wing #the west wing #dpau #guys in white #anti-ecto control acts

[gender-goth]

FUTABA SAKURA (P5) PRNS && TITLES

Pronouns

code/codes, hacker/hackers, ali/alis, ali/alibaba, decode/decodes, com/computer, var/variable, game/games, game/gaming, video/games, feather/featherman, action/actions, action/figures, med/jed, medjed/medjeds, oracle/oracles, navi/navis, vir/virtual, virtual/reality, tomb/tombs arcana/arcanas, hermit/hermits, hermit/arcana, shut/in, head/headphones, pass/word, key/keyboard, pixel/pixels, 8bit/8bits

computer | cybernetic

Titles

The Hacker Of Justice, The Original Medjed, Alibaba The Great, The Coding Thief, The Coding Genius, She* Who Guides The Phantom Thieves, The Oracle Of The Thieves, The Hermit Arcana, She* Who Wields Necronomican, She* Who Vows To Avenge Her* Mother, She* Who Misses When Mother Was Here, The Girl* Filled With Distorted Lies, The Pharoah Of Her* Tomb, She* Who Is Tortured By Her* Own Heart, The Cognitive Psience Connoisseur, She* Who Picks Up Her* Mother's Research, She* Who Follows Suit In Her Mother's Footsteps

#by the myriad truths #all will be revealed #mogai blog #mogai #p5 kin #persona 5 kin #persona kin #p5 futaba #persona 5 futaba #personagender #persona titles #title suggestions #title help #title list #titles #persona pronouns #pronoun suggestions #pronoun help #pronoun list #pronouns #councilor anon

[cosmic-navel-gazin]

COSMIC!!! BLORBO BINGO- the thing dog 💕 -🍮

Dog-Thing aka MY BABY🐺🐾🦴👾

The Free Space is for all the delicious dog treats out there, they deserve them^^

(I love them but realistically I would have to end up plotting their demise and the only reason the *puts them in the wood chipper*-box isn't filled in, is because I think it would just make matters worse with me now having to deal with a billion tinny lil Things, so I opted for filling in the "plotting thier demise"-box. Pretty privilege extends to all of Dog-Thing's many forms of course. They're complex and well-written in Peter Watts retelling of the film but from Thing's pov called The Things)

I'm gonna try and restrict my love for Thing to just Dog-Thing in particular:

Love is stored in Dog-Thing's different ever changing designs, with multiple heads, deformed limbs, crab legs, muscular arms and tendrils! I just love the first on-screen transformation. The way Dog-Thing's head splits open and the skull falls off and its tongue starts dancing in the air *muah!* I love you seamless mixture of practical effects and puppetry and stop-motion and arghhhhh...

Speaking of many forms, I love that we never get to see Dog-Thing/Thing-in-general's original form! It's scarier that you don't know! It let's your mind conjure all sorts of fucked up images that are way scarier than anything they could have designed it's the best and I applaud the films restraint in that way!

I love that Dog-Thing spend 1h-1:30h alone with Clark and he didn't get assimilated, what's that about?!?!!? What does it mean and what does it say about Dog-Thing? I'm not sure you could read a lot into it I feel, but I do know one thing, and that is that Clark is the best dog handler there is!

I LOVE how Dog-Thing subverts the famous "dogs can sense evil" trope in horror movies! If this was any other film, you would have all the humans be unsuspecting while the huskies would be freaking out about Dog-Thing the second they set eyes on it BUT NO! When Dog-Thing enters the kennel all the other dogs are chill. Only when Dog-Thing starts changing and lifting its perfect disguise do they freak out. I love it I love it it's such a good way to show how perfect the imitation really is early on in the film without having to state it. All the dogs in the kennel are chilling and barely react to Dog-Thing's arrival, I love this detail so much:

(they're all just laying around!)

Speaking of kennel, I love seeing blind reactions to The Thing. And one of my favourite parts is watch people's shifting opinion on Dog-Thing. Movie begins with some lads on a helicopter shooting at a dog and almost always, everyone watching is pissed off they're shooting at it and they're yelling at the screen for the guy to stop! Then enter Jed the Wolf-Dog and his magnificent performance: the calculating stare, the composed demeanor, the calm and collected steps, and some people start thinking something's weird about the dog but most are still very loving towards Dog-Thing. Then comes kennel scene, where all the "asshole stop shooting at the dog" shouting suddenly turns into complete shock and horror, going "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD SHOOT IT FUCKING SHOOT IT RIGHT NOW" I love it. And you just know that this was the moment when, if you were a parent in the summer of '82 and were indecisive about which alien movie you wanted to take your kids to watch, this scene is where your mind is made up. I'm just imagining all the parents rushing out the doors to take their kids to watch E.T. during dog kennel scene lmao

LOOK AT JED/DOG-THING'S ACTING I LOVE THEM:

I love this quick moment. The lads are all watching the Thing-"corpse" Copper and MacReady brought from the Norwegian cam, and the camera suddenly cuts to Dog-Thing watching its own autopsy!!!!!!!!!!!! I WONDER ABOUT WHAT DOG-THING'S THINKING ABOUT SEEING ITS OWN CHARRED BODY SO BAAAAAAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JED YOU WERE SUCH A GOOD ACTOR , THIS STILL PIC DOES NOT DO YOU JUSTICE BUT HERE:

A lil treat from Peter Watts' The Things , this one is from the scene above, I love the ending where Thing is terrified and disgusted by the human brain calling it a tumorous lump, it's great:

Autopsy. MacReady and Copper had found part of me at the Norwegian camp: a rearguard offshoot, burned in the wake of my escape. They’d brought it back—charred, twisted, frozen in mid-transformation—and did not seem to know what it was. I was being Palmer then, and Norris, and dog. I gathered around with the other biomass and watched as Copper cut me open and pulled out my insides. I watched as he dislodged something from behind my eyes: an organ of some kind. It was malformed and incomplete, but its essentials were clear enough. It looked like a great wrinkled tumor, like cellular competition gone wild—as though the very processes that defined life had somehow turned against it instead. It was obscenely vascularised; it must have consumed oxygen and nutrients far out of proportion to its mass. I could not see how anything like that could even exist, how it could have reached that size without being outcompeted by more efficient morphologies. Nor could I imagine what it did. But then I began to look with new eyes at these offshoots, these biped shapes my own cells had so scrupulously and unthinkingly copied when they reshaped me for this world. Unused to inventory—why catalog body parts that only turn into other things at the slightest provocation?—I really saw, for the first time, that swollen structure atop each body. So much larger than it should be: a bony hemisphere into which a million ganglionic interfaces could fit with room to spare. Every offshoot had one. Each piece of biomass carried one of these huge twisted clots of tissue. I realized something else, too: the eyes, the ears of my dead skin had fed into this thing before Copper pulled it free. A massive bundle of fibers ran along the skin’s longitudinal axis, right up the middle of the endoskeleton, directly into the dark sticky cavity where the growth had rested. That misshapen structure had been wired into the whole skin, like some kind of somatocognitive interface but vastly more massive. It was almost as if . . . No. That was how it worked. That was how these empty skins moved of their own volition, why I’d found no other network to integrate. There it was: not distributed throughout the body but balled up into itself, dark and dense and encysted. I had found the ghost in these machines. I felt sick. I shared my flesh with thinking cancer.

and one more treat where Thing describes its time as a doggo:

I left that place in ruins. It was on the other side of the mountains—the Norwegian camp, it is called here—and I could never have crossed that distance in a biped skin. Fortunately there was another shape to choose from, smaller than the biped but better adapted to the local climate. I hid within it while the rest of me fought off the attack. I fled into the night on four legs, and let the rising flames cover my escape. I did not stop running until I arrived here. I walked among these new offshoots wearing the skin of a quadruped; and because they had not seen me take any other shape, they did not attack.

Dog-Thing and Thing is just an awesome concept with an even more incredible execution what's not to love!!!!!

#getting Dog-Thing for the blorbo bingo was such a nice surprise <3 <3 ty my friend #The Thing 1982 #asks/replies #ask game

[creative-chaos-apparently]

“Then— there are stars. 

Thousands of them. Souls. All shaped different and in colors that cannot be described.”

Color guide from the fic “Centuries” because the lighting does not give justice:

Jed: Navy/sky blue prism

Oct: Rainbow (with scarlet red most vibrant)

Julia: Purple (with tyrian red trail) [NOT SEEN IN FIC]

Betsy: Magenta

Felix: Maroon

Lawrence: Tan (with rainbow trail)

Luna: Ethereal blue/white

Clem: Neon orange

Lucius: Sickly/ominous green

Cyrus: Yellow/fiery

Peter: Dull grey-green

#any weather jedtavius #my oc’s #i will probably be making a better digital version later #my art #my fanfics #Sketches