#lynn sear

[horrorwomensource]

TONI COLLETTE as LYNN SEAR • The Sixth Sense (1999)

#the sixth sense #sixthsenseedit #toni collette #lynn sear #filmtvdaily #cinematv #moviegifs #the sixth sense (1999) #filmedit #horroredit #horrorgifs #dailyhorrorgifs #dailyhorrorfilms #userbabysitter #femalecharacters #userladiesofcinema #femalegifsource #m!lfsource #ours* #by jamie #gif #films

[healed1337]

Bruce Willis month 2 - The Sixth Sense

Bruce Willis month 2 – The Sixth Sense

This blog post is a day later than usual, because I had both a funeral and a multi-birthday celebration over the weekend. Also, I spent over an hour looking for clips for this blog post that didn’t contain spoilers, but almost every clip I found can’t be shared outside of YouTube. Anyway, let’s get to it. The Sixth Sense was a breakout film for several people involved. Although Bruce Willis had…

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#bruce willis #cole sear #disney #dr. malcolm crowe #drama #haley joel osment #lynn sear #m. night shyamalan #movie review #movies #mtv movie awards #psychological thriller #saturn awards #spyglass entertainment #thriller movie

[mirroredmemoriez]

I’ve not made poorly slapped together Saw memes in a while so….

#amanda young #lynn denlon #lynnmanda #shotgunshipping #adam stanheight #brit stevenson #mallick scott #cecilia pederson #parker sears #scott tibbs #saw #saw memes #saw incorrect quotes #saw franchise #saw movies #sawposting

[kimdeals]

mom's in horror movies u will always b famous

#chris macneil wendy torrance diane freelinge annie graham this is for u #lynne sear also shes so mother

[fcdcdmcmories]

🧥 - to warm your muse by wrapping them in a coat / blanket . (cecilia & parker)

"IT'S FREEZING. DID HE TURN OFF THE HEATER DOWN HERE OR SOMETHING?" looking around, because.. it seemed as if her lab had gotten way colder ever since the last time that he had been here. very, very carefully, he took off his jacket, before placing it over her shoulders with a grin. "THERE. NOT LETTING MY WIFE GO COLD ON MY WATCH. IT'S--" he had been doing very well when it came to hiding his injury from her, but.. mid sentence, he bent over, clutching his side. even talking hurt. he knew he had to tell her, but.. slowly, he raised his shirt up, so she could see the bandage on his side. "LYNN LOST HER SHIT AND.. WELL, ENDED UP SHOOTING ME. DIDN'T HIT ANYTHING IMPORTANT, BUT.. I'M OKAY. REALLY. I GOT BANDAGED UP AND I'M ALL GOOD NOW. you don't need to worry. just stings like a bitch. that's all." and it hurt, but.. he'd keep that to himself.

@xtinyslip

#( she'll be the death of you . you just haven't seen it yet . || parker sears ). #shooting mention tw #blood mention tw #injury mention tw #figured they needed a happy one and one post what happened with lynn bc.. AHHHH :(( #tw: death mention #tw: mental health

[newbestsellerbook]

New Bestseller: the INside effects: How the Body Heals Itself published by Keith Leon S.

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#Keith Leon S. #Dr. John Demartini #Lynne McTaggart #JP Sears #naturopathy #medicine #holistic #Youtube

[moonlight-prose]

Hello!! Could I request Tommy Miller with the prompt "my god, you're fun to kiss." from the f. scott fitzgerald sentence starters for the dream within a dream activity? I love you're writing!! No rush friend, have fun with it!! :D

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒

a/n: i am not responsible for how heartbreaking this came out. i aimed for fluffy tommy and i think i managed some of that, but the angst kinda got away from me. tommy is one of those characters that just fit angst so well, so i had to.

summary: you could remember his smile most of all. how it shone brighter than the sun on most days. how his curls nearly always fell into his eyes. but most of all...you remembered how he loved you.

word count: 0.8k+

pairing: tommy miller x reader

warnings: not explicit, angst, grief, fluff and romance, tommy being happy for a time, is reader dead? is tommy dead? who knows, heartbreak, the pain of living through the apocalypse, angst provided by listening to vera lynn's we'll meet again.

The woods were silent. No crickets, no echoes of animals in the distance, not even the fire you two built made noise. As if the world ceased to spin for a few hours, time stopping to give you the haven you’d been searching for. His jacket was draped over your shoulders, hands clasped together to seal in some warmth, as he threw another log on the pit. Nothing too big, but certainly not small enough to keep it going all night.

Eventually morning would come and the two of you would be forced to keep moving. Keep searching for that undeniable peace you ached for.

But until then…this was perfect enough.

“Tell me about your favorite movies,” you said softly, breaking through the wall of silence that fell over both of you.

He smiled. “Alright.” He shuffled closer, hands clasping over yours. “Tell me about yours too.”

“Okay…” You pursed your lips, eyes focusing on the way his hands were so much larger than yours. “Meet Joe Black.”

A soft chuckle left his lips. “The movie about death?”

You nodded. “It’s really sweet.”

“Oh I bet.”

“Okay fine then what’s yours?” you asked, nudging him as he broke out into laughter, the slight crinkles around his eyes growing deeper by the day. You noticed a slight hint of gray at his temple, his curls longer than when you first saw him. They were down to his ears, a constant irritation as they fell into his face.

You couldn’t remember the last time you helped him cut them.

“Star Wars.”

You snorted. “Of course.”

“Don’t make fun!”

“I wasn’t.”

His eyes narrowed, moving to cup your chin. “Yeah uh huh. Sure.”

The loud echo of the wood snapping in half filled the air, sparking flying up and turning to ash. And while you would have turned to look, fascinated by the orange glow of the flames, Tommy held your attention entirely. He inched closer, his eyes falling to your parted lips now chapped by the cold. Neither of you cared though. Not with what was going on all around you.

“You forgot to ask me my favorite thing,” he breathed, nose dragging along your cheek.

You let out a stuttered breath. “W-What’s your favorite thing?”

He smiled, eyes meeting yours—his breath creating a cloud in the air. “You.”

A gasp tore from your throat when his lips found yours, his tongue delving into your mouth with a soft breathy moan. And the sound obliterated you. It clawed at your insides, dragged into your throat, and made a home right in your body. A searing reminder that Tommy Miller was the love of your fucking life. The man you’d die for. He was your sun, your moon, and everything in between.

“Tommy,” you panted, eyes falling shut when his mouth dragged along yours, tongue licking at your bottom lip, dragging you into another fervent kiss you felt down your spine.

“Fuck.” He bit at your jaw, hands grasping to tug you closer and feel the way his body burned for you. “You’re fun to kiss.”

You smiled as your hands delved into his curls, pushing them away from his face. “You’re not so bad either.”

“Better not be,” he muttered, biting down on your lip and sucking it into his mouth. He released it with a soft pop. “I plan to kiss you for a long time honey.”

Tugging on his hair, you felt his groan vibrate through his chest and into yours. “What are you waiting for then?”

A screech echoed in the distance, ugly and distorted, and shattering the memory in your mind like glass, and you ignored it. Even as another crackle went through the fire, even as sparks continued to fill the night sky. You simply sat there, hands clasped together, his jacket over your shoulders, and eyes trained on the flames. How they licked at the wood dangerously, breaking it a part with each shift and sway.

Your breath formed in the night air, a cloud of grief that followed you wherever you went. Yet even that remained a comfort on nights like this. When you placed your life in the hands of the universe, or maybe even him. If you concentrated hard enough you could still hear his laugh. See his smile and feel the softness of his curls between your fingers. If you focused…you might even get to pretend that he still sat beside you, asking you nonsensical questions that held no real meaning.

If only to pass the time.

“I ain’t waitin’,” he had whispered against your lips, fingers already delving beneath your shirt. “Not anymore.”

You grinned, another screech echoing in the night air, even closer than the last, and felt a tear slip down your cheek. “No waiting,” you whispered, eyes dragging up to the treeline of the clearing—catching sight of something in the distance.

“Not anymore.”

#tommy miller x reader #tommy miller x you #tommy miller x y/n #tommy miller #tommy miller angst #tommy miller fic #the last of us fic #my writing #a dream within a dream week🍷

[collabwithmyself]

These Two. (plus a blank to use)

Augustus Aquato and Razputin Aquato (Psychonauts)

Lynn Sear and Cole Sear (The Sixth Sense)

Greg Universe and Steven Universe (Steven Universe)

Evelyn Wang and Joy Wang (Everything Everywhere All At Once)

Peter Puckett and Maxwell Puckett (Paranatural)

Marlin and Nemo (Finding Nemo)

(With honorary mentions to Bob and Louise Belcher, Camila and Luz Noceda, and Jimmy and Hope Chance.)

#collab ocs #gutg #hitoshi #akiko

[fromjannah]

IT IS IN YOUR SELF-INTEREST, after robert wood lynn - description in id and under the cut

IT IS IN YOUR SELF-INTEREST after Robert Wood Lynn 

no one really wakes up and thinks today is the day I am going to be clever but you wake up today and it’s really fucking close because today is the day you resolve to stop screaming names into pillows and today is the day you will dress nice but not too nice and today is the day you will paste the Jenny Holzer Truisms behind your eyes and scream Protect Me From What I Want and not I Need To Lie Front To Back With Someone Who Adores Me ‘cause anyway you don’t need that shit and today is the day you will go to the party with the nicest smile on your face the I Know Who I Am And I’ll Tell You Only If You Ask smile not the Please God Touch Me Here And Here And Here smile and certainly not the Please God I Am Trying So Fucking Hard To Be Tender smile and you’re gonna wear your prettiest chain and brush your teeth just enough and resolve to be clever and you’re gonna laugh when it’s right laugh just enough not the I Am In Love With An Entire World That Does Not Love Me Back laugh and anyway who needs the world right and the nice thing is that it’s loud and when it’s loud you can lean in close to the girl who keeps tucking back your hair and tell her to repeat whatever she just said and good God isn’t this world so fucking ordinary when you’re being clever don’t the colors make sense and you don’t need the vibrancy that sears itself behind your eyelids and gives you migraines ‘cause baby you’re all protected and you won’t even need to have some warm body next to you tonight to quiet the noise and turn away since no one wants to pull you from it anyway and it’s working at your throat and it’s a lovely battering ram on your chest and suddenly there’s a way to how the boy at karaoke is singing ABBA off-key and suddenly you can see that the girl who has a hand cupped around the shell of your ear has a chipped tooth and suddenly you need to scream a name and Jesus fuck here’s your smile escaping and your laugh like a gunshot and the whole party like a late spring blossom and good luck trying to be beautiful when everything else is good God try to wake up and be clever next time 

#jannah speaks #jannah writes #poetry #hi guys. your least favorite fake poet mutual here

[forafcrtnight]

"YOU'RE NOT LISTENING TO ME! I'M LOOKING FOR MY BROTHER! PARKER SEARS! HE WAS MEANT TO BE HERE AND.. AND NOW, YOU PEOPLE ARE TELLING ME THAT HE HASN'T BEEN SEEN IN DAYS? GODDAMN IT!" this made her sick to her stomach. it really, really did and as soon as she had heard the words coming out of that nurse's mouth? she couldn't have been panicking more. she knew what this meant. this meant that lynn had succeeded in taking her brother away and .. right now, serena didn't know what to do about that. the thought that she'd never see parker again? it scared her more than the chaos outside. so much that she turned around, nearly bumping into someone. "shit! shit, i'm so sorry! are you.. are you doing okay?"

@walstarterblog

#wal:event03 #serena ; talks. #serena ; open. #death mention tw #big bro just went missing so she is terrified #pls love her :(

[lordrethandus]

Daily Writing Challenge November 2023 Day 2

Success / Sin ( @daily-writing-challenge @kthalentia )

World: Final Fantasy 14

Theme: Steven Lynn - Main Theme

U'tova and Aurant had camped out on this cliff for half a dozen bells, waiting for the searing Thanalan sun to stop pounding on the badlands and disappear beneath the horizon to rest. As the sun dropped, so too did the temperature, with the sweltering heat giving way to the bitter cold. Why anyone would willingly live in such an extreme place is something the Ishgardian could never understand– but to Tova, this place was home.

Aurant had spent his nights in the warmth of seedy taverns that he never learned the golden rule of Thanalan, but he was learning it now. The night chill cut through his light clothes like a hot knife through butter, and it was particularly windy all the way up here from their vantage point. U’tova, on the other hand, simply draped her tail over her legs to block out the wind, with a collar stuffed with chocobo down to keep the cold from creeping down her neck. Her green gaze held a golden glow in the dark, allowing her to see much farther than the Elezen could– even if wasn’t missing an eye. With just a smidgen of moonlight her vision was sharper now than it was midday, and making her the perfect candidate for this trial.

“I see someone…” She whispered, catching his attention. He shuffled forward on the ground to lay beside her, but he couldn’t see anything himself. 

“Describe them.”

“Short black hair. Hyur. Kind of stocky.”

“Scar on his face?”

U’tova inhaled sharply as she focused. He was walking with a chocobo behind him but he turned at just the right angle all the same. “Starts near his lips and goes all the way past his ear.”

“That’s Tigrund Waterstep all right.” Aurant glanced over at the Miqo’te beside him, almost tempted to ask if he could use her tail to help fight off this brutal wind. “Be a dear and take the shot, won’t you? And avoid a headshot… or he won’t be recognizable.” U’tova clenched her jaw as she prepared to take his life. She pulled back the bolt and slid the round into the chamber, flicked the safety of her rifle off, pressed it against her shoulder and took aim.

“Wait…” She muttered, feeling her heart run cold. Behind Tigrund atop of the chocobo was another person– this one considerably smaller. “There’s a child with him… a boy…”

“Don’t shoot the boy. Old Tigrund is the only one that needs to taste some dust tonight.” Aurant replied, seemingly trying to half-bury himself in the warm dirt. She couldn’t tell if he was serious or if this was more of his dry Ishgardian wit, but if he was joking he would usually admit it shortly after. “Tova…? You have a clear shot, don’t you?”

“I do but…-” 

“Tigrund is a Black Adder. Wanted for armed robbery, murder, arson, and kidnapping.” He even consulted the bounty note he was using to help warm up his chest. “He helped kill a lot of good people and he’s part of the reason why I have to wear an eye-patch. The bounty on his head is fifty million.” He paused to let that sink in– if only for a moment. “You wanted to join us… this is what we do. We kill Black Adders and turn in their corpses for gil. If anything you’ll be doing the boy a favor by getting that monster of a father out of his life so get your smallclothes untwisted and take the bloody shot!”

U’tova could feel her heart racing– all she could think about was the devastation that boy would endure. Someone killed her mother in a similar fashion, cut down in front of her adoring husband and seven summer old daughter; setting both on a course from which they could not veer from. Yet her mother was not a criminal. She wasn’t wanted for murder, for kidnapping, for armed robbery– none of it. She was just a humble merchant madly in love with a cranky gunsmith.

Her mouth was dry when she took aim. Her ears flattened against her head to help block out the sound, and she closed an eye to better line up the shot without distractions. All it took was a gentle squeeze of the trigger and a handful of heartbeats.

BLAM! 

A cup of dust kicked up from the other side of the man, with the startled chocobo flailing from the sudden sound echoing down the valley. Tigrund took three shaky steps forward as he rubbed at his chest, but he didn’t even have time to look down at the blood soaking his fingers before he collapsed into the dirt.

“Papa…?” The boy asked after getting the bird under control. He jumped off the saddle and ran toward his father, still in shock over what just happened. “Papa…?! PAPA!”

“A clean hit.” Aurant sighed, before pushing himself up to his feet. “Stay here… I’ll get the body.”

And a clean hit it certainly was. The bullet vaporized his heart and took him out before he could even feel a thing… which is far and above a better death than most of the victims of his crime sprees got. U’tova lowered the rifle and watched the boy try to shake his father like he had fallen asleep, but she didn’t say a thing back to the Ishgardian. There was nothing for her to say, really.

#lordrethandus #{ the blackened barrel } #novemberdwc2023 #novemberday22023

[nitrateglow]

Halloween 2023 marathon: 16-18

The Spiral Staircase (dir. Robert Siodmak, 1946)

A murderer is slaying "imperfect" (ie disabled) women in a small Vermont town around the turn of the 20th century. Mute since she experienced a great trauma, Helen (Dorothy McGuire) is cautious, but she assumes she'll be safe within her employer's home. Working as a companion to the bedridden Mrs. Warren (Eleanor Barrymore), Helen has to deal with the older woman's moods. As the night wears on, Helen and Mrs. Warren begin to suspect the killer is in the house... but who is it? One of the servants? One of Mrs. Warren's bickering sons? Or someone from outside?

Another favorite of mine! I usually watch this twice a year because I love it so much. The Spiral Staircase is a perfectly crafted thriller with absolutely everything I could want: a sympathetic and smart protagonist, rich supporting characters, beautiful black and white cinematography that enhances the gothic atmosphere, slow-burn tension, and a climax that has me screaming at the TV for the characters to get the hell out of the house.

I really do love the supporting cast in this, especially Elsa Lanchester as the alcoholic maid and Eleanor Barrymore as the mysterious, hardnosed matriarch. But it's truly Dorothy McGuire's show all the way. Her face is so expressive, and like the best horror movie heroines, she is both vulnerable and resilient.

Another thing I love is how the film opens with Helen watching a silent film. It sets up the 1910s setting well, establishes Helen as a sensitive young woman (she's crying at the film), and it makes a subtle comment on Helen's trauma-induced muteness before we're made aware of it.

Not much else for me to say. I've gushed about this one before and it never gets old. It's probably my favorite horror movie of the 1940s, with only Cat People as competition.

The Sixth Sense (dir. M. Night Shyamalan, 1999)

After being shot by an anguished ex-patient, child psychologist Dr. Crowe (Bruce Willis) yearns to redeem himself by helping another troubled child. Cole Sear (Haley Joel Osment) is a sensitive, awkward young boy who claims to see "dead people," much to the dismay of his mother Lynn (Toni Collette). Can Dr. Crowe help Cole?

*mild spoilers below, but not THE spoiler from the ending, though I expect everyone knows the twist by now*

This was my first time watching this film.

To rip the band-aid off: I liked The Sixth Sense but it also underwhelmed me. It seems like a solid supernatural drama/thriller with a really cool twist ending, but hardly a masterpiece for the ages on par with the best of Hitchcock, as I've seen some critics claim.

What I liked: Haley Joel Osment and Toni Collette are phenomenal as the troubled son and mother. HJO is probably the most gifted kid actor I've ever seen: in every movie of his from the late 90s, early 2000s (and of course, in the Kingdom Hearts video game series as Sora), you forget you're watching an actor. And in this, he's doubly impressive because Cole is such a tormented character, dealing with powers an adult would be ill-equipped to handle. Collette is just as amazing-- a few of her scenes actually brought me to tears because she made Lynn's pain and helplessness so potent. While Bruce Willis is solid as Dr. Crowe, HJO and Collette stole the show.

The movie's melancholy atmosphere is wonderfully realized too. I think the best ghost stories are less about shocks than they are about sadness and grief. This is certainly a thoughtful movie in that regard.

What I didn't like: There are quite a few campy moments that took me out of the film, mainly involving the ghosts. Now, I ADORE camp when it suits the tone of the story. However, pairing campy, shrieking ghosts that seem like they belong in a 1990s Stephen King miniseries with a delicate exploration of grief and unfinished business isn't peanut butter and chocolate, it's peanut butter and dijon mustard.

I also found some of the directorial choices super on the nose, like the murderess at her victim's funeral wearing a bright red dress. That's a Debbie Jellinsky move, not something appropriate in your uber-serious dramatic movie.

Overall, it was a good film, but I guess I expected something with more psychological ambiguity like classics of supernatural horror cinema like The Innocents, The Haunting, Onibaba, or The Shining. Everything is pretty cut and dried in The Sixth Sense by comparison... but then again, I suppose that isn't necessarily a bad thing. It's possible my expectations were too high. I could see myself watching this again and thinking better of it, like I did with Diabolique.

Frankenstein (dir. James Whale, 1931)

Henry Frankenstein (Colin Clive) ignores his fiancee, friends, and family so he can create a living being (Boris Karloff) from an assortment of corpses. It doesn't turn out well.

Frankenstein is incredibly dear to me. I discovered it early in my classic movie geekdom and it was the stepping stone to my becoming a horror movie fan. It's gothic, heartbreaking, funny, and beautiful. While there are slicker movies in the Universal Horror canon, this one is arguably the single most influential, tied with Dracula from the same year. It's definitely my favorite.

I'm not going to write as much about this one because I plan on doing a big post on it for my Wordpress blog come mid-October, so stay tuned!

#halloween 2023 marathon #thoughts #the spiral staircase #the sixth sense #frankenstein #frankenstein 1931

[vaporwavebeach-writes]

Kinktober Day 7 (Wax Play)

Garfield Lynns (Firefly) x Reader (NSFW)

(623 Words)

Summary: Firefly drips wax on you

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, wax play (duh), development of kinks, fire play (ish), shitty jokes, penetrative sex

Notes: this one was a bit of a challenge but I think I pulled through, I made sure to do some research with this one (for the character AND the kink lmao) I dedicate this to my buddy and #1 firefly fan @gethrax, enjoy the fic!!!

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You could see the warm glow of the candle out of the corner of your eye, illuminating the room warmly. It made you feel safe, despite the fact that currently, you lay sprawled across the bed, nude and completely vulnerable to the whims and desires of Gotham’s most wanted pyromaniac.

Arousal courses through your bloodstream as you wait in anticipation of what’s to come. When Garfield Lynns brought up the idea of dripping wax on you, you thought it was insane. Hot wax being controlled by the hands of an arsonist scared you. It scared you, until it didn’t. Seeing Garfield equipped with his jetpack and flamethrower was always quite the spectacle. To see him in his element, basking in the destruction of the flames he created, was always enough to ignite any excitement from within you.

Very quickly, much like a lit match being dropped onto a trail of gasoline, the idea of being covered in hot wax seemed to engulf you with curiosity. Besides, what kind of person would you be to deny the pleasures of someone you love?

A startled yelp escaped from your lips as the first few drops of wax hit the center of your chest. You can feel it, searing into your skin, only for it to quickly dry up. The drops of dried wax begin to crinkle as your chest heaves, sucking in a deep breath as relief from the burn.

“Fuck.” You hiss. You look over to Garfield, who hums out a perverted chuckle.

“See that wasn’t so bad, was it?” He asks with a salacious grin. “You’ll start to see how hot-“ he pauses, letting his shitty pun sink in, “it all feels.”

You roll your eyes, snorting out a laugh. “That was terrible.”

“Oof-” he clutches his chest dramatically, “tough crowd, guess I should stick to my day job, and when I mean day job, I mean arson.” He hardly gives you a chance to laugh at his joke when you can feel the hot wax again, pouring in a thin stream onto your chest, pooling up in your abdomen.

Your laughter quickly turns into a shuddered cry of delicious pain. The pooled wax takes longer to harden, which gives it the perfect opportunity to run down the sides of your stomach as you writhe at the sensation. The ache in your groin only grew more intense. He was right. This was hot, both sexually and temperature-wise.

“God, look at you,” he chuckles in his low, gravelly voice. You can feel his erection pressing into your thigh. You can tell just how much Garfield is getting off to seeing you burn, feeling himself slightly rock on your upper leg. “Transformed by the flame…” his eyes are transfixed on the flickering candle, watching the heat cause the wax to drip down the sides of the container. “Not just physically; though you make one hell of a canvas, but on the inside?”

Garfield sets the candle off to the side. His scarred hands, find their way between your legs, gathering up the dripping arousal and coating it over your sex. You let out soft moan as he makes his way on top of you. You soak in his lustful state, body raked with burn scars. There’s a similar excitement in his eyes as he looks at you now, the same kind you’ve seen after creating towering infernos that would rage across the city.

His lips are on your neck, peppering kisses up your jawline. The air of his breath tickles your ear as he whispers. “The fire excites you.” Garfield lets out a guttural moan as he slips inside of you, fucking you steadily. “And I’m gonna show you, just how exciting it can be.”

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #garfield lynns x reader #garfield lynns x you #firefly x reader #firefly x you #garfield lynns smut #firefly smut #arkhamverse firefly smut #mia writes batman!!!

[oldshowbiz]

The Coal Miner’s Daughter - Loretta Lynn in Person - Northlake Hotel Tickets TIcketron & Sears & Wards

#Loretta Lynn #commercial #regional commercial

[meloveless]

horror girls I think about a lot: day 30

Lynn Sear - The Sixth Sense (1999)

#toni collette #the sixth sense #horror icons

[ilikedyourablogithere]

Javid is an odd thing

His kit doesn't REALLY want to go first because his ultimate is stronger the more damage over time debuffs he has on him when he uses it. but at the same time...he REALLY can't take hits all that great

I mean you can just fix that by giving him sword of avatar and hades set. But you can do that literally anyone in the roster

I did it Lynn I did it Daylon I did with Valeria heck I even did it with Laura

sword of avatar and hades set works sure but it's boring doing the same thing over and over so I'm going try something else

Maybe Nicole?

she gives invincibility and applies sear. Not to mention Soul Guard also reduces damage and when someone dies it revives them

and sense I'm using Nicole for her invincibility I might as well use Chalmer or Stewart seeing how invinciblity prevent self damage as well and will giving them a better survival chance

Probably someone who can land debuffs for synergy with Javid splash damage effects

maybe Alolin/Daylon for his bleed and ultimate that gets rid of enemy buffs

I suppose anyone can work as long as they easily apply debuffs

but I think the one I want to try is Intisar because her debuff is miss rate upso you still get some debuff (it's only a miss of 20%) while lower damage

then of course you want a healer to keep everyone's hp in check

not cleansers or immunity because Javid still wants those DoT so just healer

but ya that's just me theory crafting

you guys got any ideas?

#dislyte