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adamwatchesmovies · 4 months

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Polaroid (2019)

Even if you're craving a “killer photography” movie, Polaroid is hardly worth your time. The film only manages to surprise you when it proves even more poorly written than you expected. I suspect some heavy last-minute changes are responsible for the bewilderment I felt.

Photography enthusiast Bird Fitcher (Kathryn Prescott) receives an antique polaroid camera from her co-worker. After he dies that same night, Bird and her friends suspect the photo she took of him might have something to do with his untimely demise. Could the mysterious shadow in the background be a malevolent spirit? Can the initials “RJS” carved onto the case lead them to the bottom of this mystery?

I won't say a movie about a killer camera is doomed. The original Shutter is quite effective and in many ways resembles this film. What it definitely isn't is naturally scary. Looking at “Polaroid”, you’d think writer/director Lars Klevberg had never seen more than one horror film. It’s made abundantly clear this story takes place in modern-day but when Bird and her doomed friends Avery (Katie Stevens), Mina (Priscilla Quintana), Kasey (Samantha Logan) and Devin (Keenan Tracey) go to the library to investigate the initials "RJS", all they sift through are old newspapers. They don’t even TRY to look it up online. Worse, they do such a poor job researching the initials on the camera, it’s a wonder any of them have made it to high school.

There’s a minor mystery introduced at the beginning of the story. Bird is always wearing a scarf. The police allude to an accident in the past, how she was “So brave”. We know it has something to do with her dead father. What happened to her neck to give her that nasty scar? Why is she being called brave? We never find out. It's not the only aspect that ultimately, means nothing. When we find out what is driving the camera's evil entity, you'll question why the opening scene - in which a stupid teenager (Sarah, played by Madelaine Petsch) wanders into a dark, spooky attic to investigate noises without a flashlight before getting herself killed - was included.To let the audience know they're watching a horror movie? It must be, because the girl has nothing to do with the mystery. Combined with the ridiculous explanation for the ghost/monster, you have to wonder if some executive looked at the movie and told Mr. Klevberg “Listen, even with all the jump scares you’ve crammed in, this movie is not scary. The characters are dummies whose parents apparently don’t exist, there are obvious plot holes throughout and your mystery is awful. It’s impossible to fix all of those without starting over completely so at least change the monster’s true motivation so everyone can’t say they saw it coming right away”.

If I have to say something good about Polaroid, it’s that I didn’t see the mystery's solution coming… but I resent the movie for cheating and making it impossible to decipher. Instead, I'll call out the “best scene”, which is so preposterous it’s kind of awesome in its awfulness. So in all of these kinds of movies, the question is always “why don’t they just smash the BLANK”. In this movie, they try to smash the camera and it just doesn’t break. When they try to burn the picture(s) that foreshadow everyone's deaths, whatever damage happens to the Polaroid also happens to the people inside it. This means there are actually two ways for the camera to get you. Firstly, getting your picture taken means you've been marked by the entity. Secondly, trying to get it off your scent by destroying the photo will kill you. Then, something crazy happens. The monster (whose design is completely forgettable) actually kills someone voodoo-doll style by destroying the picture they're in. It’s such a bizarre scene no one who sees it could ever forget it.

Polaroid is a complete misfire. The constant use of cheap jump scares makes it frustrating. The monster is lame. The mystery is a cheat. Considering its laughable final confrontation and frustrating twists, I'd sooner recommend watching Goosebumps’ Say Cheese and Die. At least that only lasts 30 minutes. (August 13, 2021)

#Polaroid #Lars Klevberg #Blair Butler #Kathryn Prescott #Samantha Logan #Tyler Young #Javier Botet #Mitch Pileggi #2019 movies #2019 films

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reticulating-splines · 5 months

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WIP - West 70th

1880s-1910s row of Upper West Side townhomes.

Been working on this row of late 19th c. brownstones on and off for the past year now, so needless to say when I heard about For Rent I was hype.

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This initially started because I was homesick for NYC during the pandemic. Specifically for the area of the upper west side my dorm was in while I was a student. I mainly blame this experience for my obsession with historical architecture - walking along central park west past the Dakota on the way to the subway, smoking on the stoops of the brownstones late at night, going to classes in the wedding cake that is the Ansonia - it was just everywhere, and so, so beautiful to look at.

Except a lot of it is faded glory - buildings subdivided, details chipped or covered in the thickest coats of grime or paint. So I wanted to replicate some of the old New York from around the turn of the century. The one I read about in the Luxe series and saw in the Samantha movie lol.

The basement or garden level of each four-story brownstone will be dedicated to the original purpose as the main workplace of the service staff. Unfortunately no room for the actual garden, so laundry lines and planters are on the roof. There are bedrooms and bathrooms for a cook and a housekeeper/butler, along with the staff dining and the kitchen. The butler's pantry is directly upstairs from the kitchen, and the top floor is almost exclusively made up of staff bedrooms and washrooms.

I usually do the service areas first because they're the most interesting, and there was nothing more interesting than a full edwardian brownstone kitchen. Lots of exposed piping, beadboard, subway tile, and shelves of clutter. Has a separate scullery, pantry, and stairs down to a basement storeroom to keep your best champs-le-sims nectar in. There's also a servant's bellboard in the kitchen and the staff dining room. It along with the "boiler" system are made with tool and CC-free.

The main entrance and parlor are doing their best to continue the gothic revival theme of the exterior. The library and dining room follow in the enfilade starting in the parlor. Since this first house is a corner lot, it has a bit more width and space than a true brownstone. The only actual brownstone I've been inside of is Lady Mendl's, so ofc I had to have an extensive tea setup. Def took a lot of inspo from these two pics alone for these rooms.

The main stairwell and picture gallery lead to three large bedrooms on the second floor, and then up to the children's room and nanny's bedroom on the third floor. I really like skylights. I learned the importance of decent lightwells in staving off depression one semester when my window looked out onto a brick wall

The master bedroom and the children's room above it both have their own private sitting rooms and bathrooms. All rooms have either fireplaces or cast iron radiators.

There's no way this is going to be finished by the time For Rent comes out, so im just going to release it in whatever state it's in when it does come out. The exteriors and interior room layout for all the townhomes will (hopefully) most likely be set by then anyway.

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Also the anniversary of Chez Cromwell is coming up! Ive been gone for the better part of the year due to starting a new job, but I havent been idle. C.Cromwell has been updated for infants and ceilings, which led to me redoing the exterior and almost every room, so a rerelease is coming v soon! Sneak peek below. Happy Thanksgiving!

#sunblind by softerhaze #picture amoebe #drift reshade #heyharrie #lilis-palace #felixandresims #pierisim #reticulating builds #west 70th #the sims 4 for rent #ts4cc #the sims 4 #ts4 build #ts4 wip #sims 4 apartment

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theglamorousferal · 3 months

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Samantha al Ghul

Rain raced down her window as she looked out to the gloomy surroundings. Sam had never felt more at home than in Gotham she's realizing. The architecture and general vibe of the city resonated with her on a level she had only felt when in the Infinite Realms.

Sam's parents stuck out like a sore thumb, all bright and hopeful. They looked like you took two characters from a children's show and dropped them into a grimdark HBO classic. Sam loves them, she really does, but just one look at them would have muggers salivating.

She's been somewhat looking forward to this particular gala, if only because she managed to convince her parents to let her wear a dress that's mostly black with details of roses and thorny vines twisted around the bottom of the skirt. She would be blending in for once, something she had mixed feelings about. At least there would be some other kids her age there, at least according to her parents. Hopefully they weren't the usual stuck up people like Paulina, Sam was sick of her being the only one to talk to at functions in Amity.

They pulled up to a large gothic manor and the driver came to the door with umbrellas for the family, helping them out of the car. Sam's first thought when looking at the house was envy, she would love to live in a place like this. Her second thought was of getting out of the rain so that it wouldn't ruin her favorite combat heels. At the door, they were greeted by a butler who took their coats and introduced himself as "Alfred Pennyworth, head butler of the Wayne family." Which gave Sam momentary pause, the dredges of a memory popping up.

Why is that familiar? What does Wayne mean in accordance with Gotham?

As she walked in to the gala, she got her answer.

Standing next to a tall man with a streak of white through the front of his hair was someone she hadn't seen in years. Someone she thought had died that day ten years prior. Someone she always felt guilty for.

She was moving before she even realized, skidding to a stop before him.

"Ahki" She mutter low so only he could hear. The boy froze and then slowly turned to look at her.

"Ukht" He said back and suddenly they were both hugging, clinging to each other like they had when they were so much smaller. Tears rarely spent were shed. "How are you here? How are you alive?"

"I survived the fall. I don't know how, but I survived the fall but then I had amnesia and didn't remember anything. I was taken in by this couple who had wanted a daughter. By the time I remembered anything, it was too late for me to return to the League. How'd you get out? I thought you died that day!"

The tall man put his hands on each of their shoulders. "Maybe you should take this to a private setting? We don't want anything leaking to the press."

Damian seemed to think it over for a moment before looking at the crowd who were all staring at the two teens. They let go of each other and made their way to a balcony. "I managed to kill the interloper that held me, but when I looked over the cliff's edge, you were nowhere to be seen. I had assumed you had been swept beneath the current. I searched along the riverbanks to no avail." He glanced over her face, seeming to drink in the sight he had missed for so long. "How are you here?"

"I came with my adoptive parents. They're the ones who stick out like a sore thumb. I've been living with them in Amity Park, Illinois since I was found. They're good people, but they have their eccentricities. They want me to wear bright colors all the time." Sam's nose scrunched up in distaste. Damian chuckled.

"That hasn't changed I see."

"What about you? How'd you get out?"

"There was a coup, one of Grandfather's apprentices, Deathstroke, attacked him. In the chaos Mother managed to get us out and she brought me to Father. I've been living with him for five years now."

"Oh, so Father is here?" Sam thought for a moment then whispered. "I know Father is the Bat, but what is his real name? I know mother told us once, but my memory is still kinda foggy."

"It's his gala you're attending, Father is Bruce Wayne."

"That airheaded himbo?" Sam snorted, then thought a bit. "Wow he's a much better actor than I expected then."

"We should probably go make an appearance again, the vultures are probably talking about our outburst."

#danny phantom #fanfic #dpxdc #batman #sam manson #damian wayne #Sam is Damian's Twin AU

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bokunosoul · 9 months

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Hiiii ur head canons are literally so good could u make an actual story for the undertaker one from ur “Black Butler men as cliché love tropes pt. 2” post?? It’s too good😏

Once upon a Victorian love story

AN : Oh god this request was like 2 years ago, im so sorry i had a writers block and an unmotivated self ): So i hope this long one shot will be acceptable.

Warnings : This was before undertaker becomes a funeral director, typo errors, reader is sent bac kin the 1800s, angst, past lovers au, abuse, messed up shit in the era, death, im using "adrian crevan" as undertaker's name for this au but it's not official yet (only a theory)

I was sitting the the bus for what seems like eternity now. It was the day of the most awaited college fieldtrip for your history major, everyone is exempted in the finals. Except you need to join this trip and write a thousand words essay to pass.

“Hey y/n!” i turn my head to my friend Samantha who is my seatmate for this trip. "Just in time!" she was panting heavily and i sighed. She was always like this, a last minute go'er kinda girl.

A minute later the professor started doing a roll call for each students---everyone was present. After that the bus started hitting the road, i turn to the bus window and just grabbed my airpods on and listened to some music to pass time whilst watching the view.

Two hours later, we arrived at the outskirts of London. The road was getting narrow and narrow as it reaches the misty forest. Crows flock and squawked around the huge gate of the museum which gave off an mysterious aura at the place. Intriguing.

The huge rusty gate opens automatically and your classmates started filming the place as the bus enters the museum. It has amazing landscape and a castle-like exterior that was well maintained. It was amazing on how it was preserved for 150+ years.

"Ah, Mr. Brown! welcome! welcome!" an elderly man wearing a butler's outfit greets our professor. They seemed to be well acquainted with each other as they hugged each other.

Samantha drags me away in front of the students gathering which a tour guide was calling the attention of all the students. "Welcome to the Phantomhive museum students of the University of England! I am Oliver Smith your official tour guide for this trip." he says and continues making a speech on how about this museum is actually a manor back in the victorian era, where a earl used to live in.

The tour guide leads the steps to the museum and the huge oak doors were already opened, inside it was a floor filled with black and white marbled floor, Greek columns, ceiling decked with lighted chandeliers that made you look in awe, paintings hanged up on the wall on top of the dark oak grand staircase.

You followed the guide upstairs again, which led to a dimly lit hallway which the only light source is the windows. I took out my camera and took photos of several victorian artifacts to document and write about.

After that, the tour guide let us roam around the manor but gave off an warning on prohibited activities such as trespassing the locked rooms, touching the objects and a bunch of other stuff. I walked away and looked around which i ended up suddenly seperated from my friend.

Being bored, you decided to just wander around the museum. You suddenly felt a familiar presence, you stopped and look directly at the gigantic painting encased in gold on top of a fire place. There was a man whom dressed in black holding a scythe of death with a peculiar look of smile on his face and a woman on his side who seems to be in a casket laying beautiful in white.

You found yourself looking the the masterpiece intensely "She is beautiful as always even in her last breath." i turn to look at beside me, it was a man with ominous black hair, maybe a bit older than you and was wearing a butler outfit radiating an peculiar aura. Maybe he's another tour guide? i said to myself

I just stood there frozen feeling a wav of familiarity and longing whilst looking at the painting "Adrian Crevan, he used to be the lord Phantomhive's informant. Well, we prefer calling him 'Undertaker' because that was he's known for. Handling corpses and being a funeral director." the man chuckled, and he turns to look at you and smile.

I just stood there frozen, my mind started go hazy and a sharp pain came crashing in your head and unknown memories started coming back from the past.

It all turned black. That's what i remembered.

Somewhere in the 1800s. --------

"Lady y/n, it's time." my maid Laura says behind me. I sighed and turned around to see her holding a whale bone corset. I raised my arms and let her put on the garment which makes

It was my mother's funeral and i have no energy on whatsoever to dress up and even think right. You did not even need this corset anymore because you don't have the appetite to eat. After finishing on putting on the mourning dress and veil i went outside where my carriage was already waiting, with my father inside it.

He was stern looking as always, but behind that façade of his you knew that he was ecstatic. Afterall he lost all the dignity after taking your mother's last name which made him feel emasculated which resulted to him---having affairs, abusive and absent.

My mother was a weak woman, i must admit. She was bound to die before reaching the age of 40 due to her having pneumonia. Despite this, even when she was sick, she was the one guiding you throughout my childhood. When her body can't take it anymore i was getting guidance from my aunt who is my governess.

At just 37 years old before my 18th birthday, yesterday, she passed away peacefully at night. Right here you could not even cry and remain emotionless, all this was not easily to process in just one day. You were in denial.

I just stood there watching my father shed crocodile tears at his speech on how my mother was a loving wife to him and a bunch of other nonsense that happened to them that did not even happened.

Everyone else was crying pathetically. She was born to die, why would anyone be this surprised? An hour later after the mass, your mother's coffin was brought to the cemetery to lay rest beside her late parents grave.

You just watch it get dumped in with the soil and the mourners throwing a white rose as it gets buried. I walked off as i threw the flower on it. My body felt heavy as i feel my tears started swelling in my eyes and i took off running to hide in the cemetery's nearby garden.

I started hysterically crying eventually falling down on my knees whilst clutching a portrait of my late mother. You could only thank the rain and thunder for now as no one can hear your wailing.

"My, my why is a lady doing here crying alone?" a voice mixed with teasing says. I turn around to see a man with long ash hair wearing a long black suit with glasses.

I sniffled and just wailed again and again until no tears started to come out of my eyes and i just sat on the ground numb from all of the pain while the man just stared at you blankly.

You started getting pissed off as he stares at you "What is your problem, why are you staring!?" i growled at him, he laughs and mumbles an explanation that you could not understand and i stood up and stormed away.

He grabs your hand and gives you something out of his pocket which seemed like a chain. I turn to him and opened my palms. My eyes widened at the sight "T-this!...."

"Your mother asked me to give this to you as a keepsake." the man says, his face stoic. Meanwhile i looked at the locket with my late mother's hair on it emotionally and smiled. Your father did not allow you to keep a memory of your mother, hence burning down all of the photographs, paintings, letters and clothes---every memory of your mother's existence.

The man started walking away "S-sir! wait!" i stopped him. He stops and turn around "W-what's your name?" i asked him stuttering. The man smiled "Adrian Crevan, the grim reaper." he says nonchalantly in a silly way that made you chuckle.

"Thank you, Mr. Adrian the grim reaper...?" i jokingly said while wiping my tears and bow at him in respect. He nods before walking away. You secretly hoped that you see each other again.

Two months later you started healing from the passing of your mother and going out more to balls that your invited too.

I stepped out of the carriage and twinkled at the sight of the beautiful mansion in front of me which belonged to the Duke who is part of the royal family. I stood in line of the guests infront of the door who are waiting for their names to be announced.

"Lady y/n of house l/n!" i thanked the man and stepped forward inside the hall wearing my lavish green silk ballgown and curtsied. Every woman stared me with envy, meanwhile men stared at me with lustful eyes.

This was normal since i was not betrothed to anyone at the moment and married men are taking advances with me to take me as their bride or mistress.

I greeted them respectfully but declined them, it was tiring. Honestly.

I found myself surrounded by women flaunting their riches at me. I wish I'd be deaf right now, it's annoying. You slipped away from them and took an glass of champagne from the table and walked towards the empty halls of the mansion just admiring the moonlight outside of the window. I flinched when i suddenly heard an loud thud near the empty grand staircase in the 2nd floor.

I walked towards where i heard the noise. You held your breath as you saw a young woman's body down the stairs, her head has pool of blood forming, and eyes in shock. I held my mouth as i saw the scene. I could not even move, i was frozen from my spot.

A man then appeared from the scene all dressed in black suit, long ash grey hair and glasses holding a scythe. I recognize that man! he was that peculiar guy from your mother's funeral that gave the locket!

He glanced at you but doesn't seem to care and just slashed the dead woman's body. I closed my eyes firmly at the sight. I took a bit of a peek, but instead of seeing a more bloody scenes it was different.

It was like a cinematic record, but not a movie---but someone's memories in their point of view. It continued on forever and ever until it reaches the end of the tape which has the word 'END' on it.

The reaper looks at you curiously "Why aren't you running away my lady?" he asks and folds the cinematic record neatly and put it into his pocket.

I was left speechless, am i going crazy?

"W-what just happened?" I gulped and he rests his scythe on his shoulders "I just reap people souls my lady, im what you called---death." he stated and grabs your waist swiftly and once you opened your eyes you were floating in the sky gracefully.

"Oh god! this is unsafe!" i screeched and held on to him tight not looking down on the ground since you're afraid of heights. A few moments in floating in the air you both landed on the ground.

He chuckled "Humans like you are really interesting, it's been a while Lady y/n~" he commented and kissed my hands, which made me blush. The man smiles at you and you two sat in an empty bench.

"w-WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!" i asked, still in shock and shook the man, he started laughing "You just saw me doing my 'job' and flew!" h e replied.

I hold my head to process on what just happened, maybe i'm just too drunk? I asked him all of my questions on who, what, where, when and why---all of the possible questions. Well that lead to you to getting more interested in each other that birthed to friendship of a human and grim reaper.

Then a relationship a few months later.

You and Adrian are both happy with each other. Every after he finished his job you two would secretly meet up. He would tease you all the time and brought you on top of the big ben at London on a full moon to have a date. The man was also a clingy person who likes to see humorous stuff all the time. Even if he's not a normal person that doesn't stop you both, but this is the day you will finally introduce him formally to your father.

He was ecstatic and positive as you two both enter your manor to greet your father the Lord of house l/n.

"Father, meet my significant other Adrian."

Your father looked at him sternly and was silent, he just sat there and eat his roasted duck.

"F-father did you not he----." he threw the cutlery directly at adrian's face, making him bleed. The grim reaper did not flinched, not feeling any pain as the knife gashed his face leaving a slash "W-What have you've done!" i screamed as i took out my handkerchief and held it on his bleeding face.

"Did i not tell you to not go whoring off with lowly men like your slutty mother! YOU ARE A SHAME TO THE HOUSE OF L/N!" my father raises his voice making you flinch and your eyes swell up with tears.

"Y/n, i'm okay." the man stood up and frowns unamused "I can' t believe a man like you became my future wife's father." he says disappointed and held you close as his face was still bleeding.

"Future wife? are you joking!? Y/n you will get married to Lord Wallace in 5 months! are you crazy!?" father yells "I DO NOT WANT TO MARRY SOMEONE I DONT KNOW AND LOVE FATHER!" i retaliated and walked towards him sobbing.

Adrian stares at you in shock and pulled you away from your father who is forcing you to go inside your room.

"A-adrian...i don't want to marry someone else..." i sobbed in his arms and he clenched his jaw hugging you tightly. It was painful. I don't want this to end.

The last thing you knew was you two hugging on what seems like an eternity, you two both crying. He let's go of your hand and tried to chase after him but failed as your servants stop you chasing after your love.

He just walked away just like that. He just walked away on our relationship. He promised that he will come back after me. Determined. One week. Two weeks. Three weeks. Four weeks. turned into a month. Then five.

I found myself wearing my wedding gown holding a bouquet of white roses whilst emotionlessly walking down the aisle.

He promised that he will love me. He promised that he will marry me when the time comes. He promised that we will run away together. He promised...

It was painful kissing another man. Just get through it, and i imagined that my love was the one i was marrying. But it was harder than i thought. Disgusting. It was disgusting on how this man look at you like a doll full of lust.

'Ten years have passed. I still haven't gotten over my greatest love. I sometimes wonder on what if he came back to me. I'm turning 29 now, i have 2 boys now and a little girl whom i gave birth to just two months ago. Well, life was not easy, my husband was a good for nothing like my father who is a scandalous and greedy man who brought multiple women in our home. I still have hope that we will meet each other again.'

I closed my diary and hid it on my drawer. I hear my daughter, Adie crying in her crib. I quickly took her out from the crib and carried her to stop her from crying.

"Shhh, don't cry.." i kissed her rosy cheeks and laid her to the crib again admiring my precious child.

I sighed and went to get dressed to go to another soiree that my husband was at to accompany him "Lady y/n, your carriage is ready." the maid said behind the door. I grabbed my mink coat and went to the carriage.

It seems that it was raining heavily outside. I hope it's just rain.

"Mama where are you going?" your eldest son Andrew asks "Could we go with you mama?" Allan chimes in, my second eldest. I kissed their cheeks "I will go accompany your father at the soiree, my darlings. Children are not allowed."

They groaned and whined at your reply. You bid them goodbye and entered the carriage. Your husband was already inside and has his eyes glued onto the window, this was normal and doesn't even surprise you anymore.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier as minutes have passed. The carriage has entered the steep road on the way to enter the Druitt estate where the soiree will be held. It suddenly came into a halt when you the carriage stopped and the coachmen screamed in horror. I stared at the window and it was a group of masked bandits.

Wallace, my husband opens the window "Oi! why the fuck did you stop were going to be late!" he scolded the coachmen. Bang! Bang! the bandits shot the coachmen and footman. I held my breath and ducked my head, scared. I look over to Wallace and he was in fear.

The leader of the group comes over at my side "Lord Wallace eh? your wife is a beautiful woman!" he pulled your chin to your chin. I looked over at the man, disgusted while crying.

"H-how dare you kill Mr. Clark and jameson!" i raised my voice looking over at the bloody corpses of our two servants. "TAKE HER! SPARE ME SIR!" my eyes widened as my husband pushes me over at the bandit and took off with one of the carriage horses. I stared at the man in horror "Your husband really is a coward you know?" he chuckled and drags you outside of the carriage in the pouring rain.

BANG! The leader shot your husband through the head with his pistol. His body dropped dead on the mud and the horse he was riding gallops away into the forest.

"W-why? why are you doing this--" you felt a sharp pain in your chest as the man looks at you smirking and twisting the dagger in you. All you can see is blood soaked in your pink dress, the bandit snatches your jewelry in your body as you stared at him emotionless. He took out the dagger out of your chest and pushes you off the wet ground.

This is how will i die huh? What about my children.....my ambitions....my Adrian....i want to see him one last time..

"Y-y/n..." a familiar voice says. My eyes widened at the sight, i struggled to speak up words, i wish i could tell him how much i have missed him dearly, how i long for him.

He still looked the same as ever. Handsome, even with the scar your father left him in your face. I weakly flashed a smile at him as he hold me close in his embrace, sobbing.

"I....i-i....love..you..so...much..."

She speaks up holding his face, i leaned to him close and our lips met. For one last time on what seems like an eternity that you wished that could continue forever. The woman closes her eyes smiling peacefully as the cinematic record started playing.

He hugs her close sobbing under the rain angrily. He hates this. You and him were lovers, you were both forbidden to each other. If only he was a human.

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I opened my eyes slowly "W-what happened?" i asked and turn to my friend, Samantha. She looks concerned at you "Y/n you collapsed at the 2nd floor, Mr. Brown found you and took you to the museum's clinic." Samantha sobbed and held your hand.

"I think im okay now, i want to go rest in the bus." i said and stood up from the bed, your friend nods and guides you to go back to your bus seat outside.

As you were going down the stairs Mr. Brown approaches you "Ah, Miss Y/N are you doing fine now?" he asks, i nodded and thanked him profusely for his help. He smiles devilishly and grabs something out of his pocket and gave it to you.

I looked at my hand. It was a locket, with a picture of you beloved and me.

"Memento mori, remember you must die."

A/N : I might revise this if i had the time, this was so rushed since i was so excited in posting these.

#black butler x reader #black butler #black butler scenario #kuroshitsuji x you #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji #black butler headcanons #undertaker #yana toboso #undertaker x reader #kuroshitsuji x yn

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found-family-tournament · 1 year

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Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 13 Group 63

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

Sk8 Fam: Reki Kyan, Langa Hasegawa, Miya Chinen, Joe, Cherry Blossom, Shadow

Pilot Program: Whitney Jammer, K Tanaka, Samantha Butler/Sam Black, Evan Kelmp

Submissions are still open!

Sk8 Fam:

Sorry, I got no propaganda for them yet :(

Pilot Program:

They were invited to Gowpenny Academy and were immediately ride-or-die, best friends, allies in the face of elitist wizards and demonic entities. They performed an exorcism with the power of friendship and shouted down wizard nazis with a chant that inspired a whole house of students. They are the best of friends and each other’s support system.

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smnthchrstn · 2 months

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austin butler | benny cross | the bikeriders trailer #2

hi, here’s 16 gifs of austin butler as benny cross in the bikeriders trailer. feel free to use this for roleplay or whatever you want! enjoy!!

#austin butler #the bikeriders #bikeriders #samantha's gifs

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the-possum-writes · 2 years

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Adventure time Relationship Headcannons: Bad Guys Edition

❥A/n: Gonna stretch the creative muscles for this one.

❥Tags: (Mostly) SFW, Fluff, Headcannons, NS/FW (just one or two per character), Gn!reader

❥Characters: Scorcher, Peace Master, Sir Slicer, Samantha the dog warrior, The Lich, Simon Petrikov, Hunson Abadeer

❥Taglist: @foxpearl1wilder @watchingfromthefloorboards

➼Scorcher:

- literal hottie

- if he advertises himself as a hitman through online ads I'm 90% certain he uses the Ooo equivalent of online dating. I have no proof, but also no doubts.

- Doesn't half ass anything he does, that includes to his job or courting you, willing to dress in nice garbs on the first date.

- He never gets you any chocolate boxes though, they melt when he holds them for too long :(

- Very good at his job as a bounty hunter so he always has clients that keep him busy and away from you sometimes. Fortunately he's quick and efficient, the moment you start missing him he's already at your doorstep. (plus, he can basically fly)

- Really tall, crouches alot if you're smaller than him when you wanna give em a peck on the cheek.

- Scorcher is really quiet, don't expect long conversations with him but he's good at listening.

- When he does talk or write notes it's mostly through frustrating metaphors.

- Get comfy on those pecs like a pillow for movie nights.

- Likes slapstick comedy movies even though he never admits it, you hear him laugh through his nose when someone gets hit in the boingloings.

🔞N/S/F/W:

- Has long limbs, likes any position where he can touch/envelope you as much as possible.

➼Sir Slicer:

- Pros: He's got the good looks and his own ride.

- Can take you to places on his horse.

-Cons: He picks on literal children when he's bored, needs a new hobby.

- His armor is well kept and lustrous so it tells me he's the type of guy who likes to keep himself presentable and make an impression.

- Literally can't move in that armor. You keep telling him to get something more lighter but he insists on wearing it for the ✨aesthetic✨

-The other knight's respect him so he's gotta have some level of skill (or it's probably just the armor) Either way, would sometimes take you to jousting matches.

- Pays a bard to sing to you.

- Takes forever in the shower cause he uses more shampoos/soaps/hair products than you, if you use hair ties or pins expect them to go missing, needing to buy packs every month.

- He always has a band of crows following him around, it's nice to feed them on occasion. He gets jealous when they like you more than him.

- You also like his pink horse. I bet their name is either something cute like butterscotch or really edgy like Night crawler.

🔞N/S/F/W:

- Hates his hair being pulled.

- Humiliation kink probably

➼Peace Master:

- DILF ALERT

- Being a (somewhat irresponsible) single father of three I feel like he barely has time for anything let alone dating, I mean, he took his kids with him during a fight with peppermint butler.

- He's a man of commitment, won't invest time in you unless you're looking for something serious.

- I hope you like kids! There's no scenario where your dates with this man isn't in company of his kids, unless PM finds a reliable babysitter, you'll get used to spending time in fun group activities like board games, theme parks or picnics.

- Even though dark arts are part of his job and every day life, he's uncomfortable about his kids getting into it and that applies to you too.

- When he actually does find a babysitter you can expect a much more romantic date for the two of you, though please be patient with him, he's been so used to father mode that sometimes he forgets to interact with another adult.

- He'd dice up your food for you out of habit, make sure your drink is of room temperature or cut the crust from your sandwiches.

- Whenever something bad happens during (or before) your dates he blames it on dark magic rather than take responsibility.

- Somewhat overly religious vibes like, he wouldn't approve on games like card wars or harmless divination like fortune cookies.

🔞N/S/F/W

- For the sake of saving time and savoring some intimacy, you could indulge him in getting handsy in his van one night. He would later feel guilty about it and wash it in and out before driving it again the next day.

➼Simon Petrikov:

I know he's not a bad guy by the end of the series, but thematically he still fits here.

- It takes a while for him to accept Betty's sacrifice and move on, he wasn't actively hooking up with other but you two happen to met at Marceline's concert and knock it off really well from there.

- Sensitive man who's open about his feelings.

- Would read you poetry before bed

- Most dates would consist of something tranquil between the two of you instead of going somewhere too crowded, if you two do head out somewhere you're usually home by 10pm cause the adult life is tiring.

- When he has trouble sleeping you turn on the ac at full blast cause it helps him cope with his ice king era.

- You throw flowers at him during his presentations at the local tavern. #1 fan

- Often invite Marcy and PB for dinner.

🔞N/S/F/W:

- Probably cries after segs, feels overwhelmed at being loved after everything that's happened.

➼Samantha:

- Gotta love a woman who can kick your ass.

- She definitely believes in horoscopes and soul mates, would ask for the time you were born on, your star sign and other things to weight the chances of you two being compatible.

- Huge romantic, would pull off all the tropes she can think of, like purposely bumping into you. It's kinda charming.

- Would stand up to you and tell the waiter you asked for no pickles.

- Likes to partake in friendly sparring, if she's stronger than you she'd playfully give you an upper hand. "Oh noo, you've over powered me~"

- Her idea of a cute date could vary between dinner at a fancy restaurant or trying to steal blood from demons.

- Bonus point if you're a canine of sorts.

🔞N/S/F/W

- More than once a sparring match dwelled into something more passionate.

➼The Lich.

Am I crazy for adding this one? Maybe. But then again, all the props if this suits someone's monsterfucker niche.

- The only way I can see any type of relationship happening is that you either worship him like some ancient deity and listen to his every comand or you're an immortal being that has been fighting him since the mushroom war, like two sides of a coin.

- He's got a neat voice I won't deny that, it can even be comforting.

- He thrives in cold environments, you're gonna need to carry a sweater whenever you talk.

- You once tried to gift him jewelry once since he's insistent on having the princesses crown jewels.

- He values a loyal follower, wouldn't want to get rid of you any time soon since he knows if anything were to happen to him you'll find a way to bring him back.

- Showers you in praises

- I don't know what else to add. This dude has a set goal of destroying all life, gotta love an eldritch man who knows what he wants, but unless you're actively fighting against him or working for him, things would be very one sided with this one.

- But hey, when he's prisoned in Prismo's dream room he'd be so bummed out that you can indulge him in your hobbies and interests without complaint.

🔞NS/FW:

- If you're his long time enemy and watch over him in Pb's attic, it's almost near impossible to get some alone time to yourself cause the second you feel needy, he gets in your head and teases you. "Go ahead dear, no need to feel shy heh."

➼Hunson Abadeer:

Another canon dilf.

- Hunson is the last person you'd think of in regards of father material but then again he eventually tries to reconnect with Marcy and you find that redeemable.

- As a partner, I can imagine he's a combination of old timey formality but also a little unhinged due to his demonic nature and profession.

- The guy knows no boundaries when it comes to the fridge, eats your snacks (even if they have your name on it!) unless you hide them from view.

- Atleast he knows how to organize, would set up a 5 star dinner date and have demons perform for your entertainment.

- Sometimes you'd tried to do activities for three in an attempt to bond with Marceline, but where there is room for 3 there's room for 4 (she always brings Pb cause she keeps her level headed)

- You help him do his eyeliner and advise him on "hip" clothing when the two of you go to Marceline's concerts.

🔞N/S/F/W:

- Has seen you naked many times before but still gets hot and bothered when you're fully dressed formally (a rare occurrence in itself)

#adventure time x reader #Adventure time villians #Scorcher #Scorcher x reader #The lich #The Lich x reader #hunson abadeer #Hunson Abadeer x reader #Peace master #Peace master x reader #Samantha the dog warrior #Samantha adventure time x reader

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singofsolace · 6 months

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Thoughts on "Alberta's Fan"

So I like to put shows on while I eat dinner by myself to make me feel less alone and it wasn't until I had watched this episode for the second time that I was able to focus on all of the new information we get about Hetty?

like, the first time around, I was focusing on the A-plot (A for Alberta, how fitting!) and so it wasn't until I watched it again tonight that some of Hetty's lines really sunk in.

For example, when Thor, Alberta, Sam, and Hetty are going for their morning walk, Sam makes a comment about how Hetty walks slower than the rest of them, which results in this exchange:

Hetty: "Well, excuse me for dying in heels! Plus, I did not sleep. You know I suffer from nerves. At least when I was alive I could take laudanum."

Sam: "What's laudanum?"

Hetty: "It's a simple mixture of alcohol and morphine. You should try it, Samantha."

Sam: "Oh sure, I'll pick some up next time I'm at the alchemist."

Hetty: "Well, I didn't always require such elixirs. When I was a little girl, an angel-voiced servant would sing me to sleep. Some footman or butler."

....

We get so much from this one exchange!

1) Hetty most likely died unexpectedly, since she was still wearing uncomfortable heels and a corset when it happened. I've been racking my brain trying to think of what could have killed her that didn't leave a visible wound but still caught her by surprise enough that she didn't so much as take off her shoes? I have to assume it was some kind of unexpected medical event, and not a long, drawn out illness, or else she would've been in far more comfortable sick-clothes; was it a stroke or an aneurysm, perhaps? I think I've seen others speculate that it could've been a drug overdose, which tracks, but wouldn't she have died high, like Flower, if that were the case? Wouldn't she be a little less lucid, and wouldn't Thor, Sas, or Isaac have mentioned it when other drug-related deaths came up? And would the writers really want drugs and alcohol to be involved in four out of the eight main ghost deaths? It's a mystery, to be sure!

2) Hetty has trouble sleeping, and apparently all the ghosts are already aware that she has anxiety which contributes to her insomnia, because she says "you know I suffer from nerves" as if to imply there's no need to offer an explanation as to why she didn't sleep.

3) When she was alive, Hetty regularly self-medicated with a combination of alcohol and morphine to help her sleep. We already knew about her cocaine use prior to this exchange, but I think this is the first mention of her using them specifically to "treat" her anxiety and insomnia.

Then, in a later scene, when Thor and Hetty are having their heart to heart, Thor tells her that he thought she would remember him after she died, but instead she had "terror of Thor." So not only did she not remember him or his voice, she was scared of him when she first died. And, in fact, she still flinches when he yells, despite having 130 years to get used to it.

Side note--when Elias comes out of the vault, he says that he's spent 130 years talking to his corpse. Hetty also says at one point that she's been friends with Isaac for 130 years. Does that mean Elias and Hetty died around the same time? We know Elias died first, but does that mean Hetty only outlived her husband by less than a year...? And since she says her children weren't fully grown yet when she died, does that mean her kids were taken in by someone else? Her sister, maybe...? So much to think about!

Hetty also says to Thor, "You were there for me when no one else was. Thank you." Does that mean that Hetty's parents were absent and/or neglectful? Was she treated poorly as a child? Did she not have much of a relationship with her sister, even before their looks were being compared to decide who would be forced to marry Elias...? Why was "Gordon" the only person Hetty remembers who supported her? That's just heartbreaking, especially when you think about how she went from a lonely, neglected child to an even lonelier, neglected wife.

Anyway, I have so many thoughts on this episode, I just wanted to get them out! Let me know if you all have any thoughts, too.

#hetty woodstone #ghosts cbs #alberta's fan #thorfinn

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lavenderstobins · 26 days

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you dont need to answer this if you're not feeling it, but!!! I am obsessed with the Josie universe and want to know more. How does she handle sleepovers growing up? Does she love them? Is she a loner kid? Is she someone who is weird and quiet at home and social butterfly in school or vice versa? How do the four handle her school days? Is someone super involved while someone else just shows up when they're told to different recitals and family things?

I am always feeling Josieverse!!! I love answering anything about it please please please send me things!!!

How does she handle sleepovers growing up? Does she love them?

Josie’s really accustomed to sleepovers both because of living with Steve and Eddie alongside Robin and because of the party. Steve and Robin end up sharing their beds a lot so Eddie by extension also ends up sharing with them, and Josie would always crawl into Robin’s bed in the night so she’s used to sharing a room with other people. She doesn’t start having sleepovers at other people’s houses until she’s about 7 or 8, and by that point she’s also had experience with spending the night at her other mom’s house, so she adjusts to it pretty quickly!

That being said, she prefers when the sleepovers are held at her house, if only because all three of them (four, once Nancy comes back and starts dating Robin) make it SUCH an event for the kids. Steve pretends to be their butler for the evening and Eddie keeps bowing and calling everyone “madam” or “ma’am” which makes her giggle.

(Other answers under the cut since this ask ran away from me!)

Is she a loner kid?

Not at all! It’s something that really throws Robin for a loop initially because she was very isolated as a child whereas Josie seems to make new friends everywhere she goes.

Josie has a best friend named Squiggly (her real name is Samantha but her surname is Lines so her friends & family call her Squiggly) that she’s joined at the hip with growing up, and they have a little group of friends!

When she gets to her teens, I think she’d have close friendships with a couple of friends rather than a group of friends like she’d had growing up, but I think she’d be more than happy with that still.

Is she someone who is shy and quiet at home and social butterfly in school or vice versa?

She’s very social both at school and at home! She’s very chatty and has a lot of energy, particularly as a kid. She can talk a mile a minute and she often talks with her hands the same way Robin does. (In fairness to her, Steve and Robin are utter gossips with each other and she grows up in that environment.)

She’s not shy, but she’s cautious around strangers, and she also eavesdrops on the adults’ conversations so she has reservations about certain people when she meets them. Nancy, for example, she’s often heard talked about, but she doesn’t meet her until she’s six and a half, so she’s quieter around her until she can figure out Nancy’s deal. (Which is also a little bit funny because her favourite person ever—after Robin—is Mike.)

How do the four handle her school days?

Robin takes her to and from school most days — she usually drives her to school and then they walk home together because it gives them one-on-one time each day. I think when she’s a bit older they split the days so everyone gets time with Josie and the opportunity to have time with other people in their lives.

Once Robin starts dating Nancy things shift a little as Nancy adjusts into their lives so sometimes Steve and/or Eddie take her to school and pick her up. Nancy also does more of the school runs early on to try and get to know Josie better (which Josie loves because Nancy has such bad road rage and she’s trying so hard to keep it under control).

Is someone super involved while someone else just shows up when they’re told to for different recitals and family things?

They’re all pretty involved! Robin’s her mother so she’s the most involved person, but Steve and Eddie are a close joint-second since they’ve been there from the start. Josie’s other mom, Val, shows up mainly for events (once they’ve reconnected) or for support, which is fine with her.

Nancy finds herself attending more and more events while she’s reconnecting with Robin and then is also pretty involved once she actually takes on the stepmom role and starts dating Robin. A few of the others also attend the events they’re able to — Mike, Dustin, Erica, Lucas and Max in particular try to support whatever they can of hers in their own ways.

There’s an unspoken agreement that Robin always gets first priority, since Josie’s her kid, but often if there’s only a spot for two people to attend something, Steve, Eddie and Nancy will work out who should attend what so none of them really get to miss out.

#oh-stars #asks #answered #josieverse #lavenderstobins josieverse #robin buckley #josie buckley #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #ronance #stobin #steddie #stranger things #st single parent au #single parent robin au

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mysteryideasgroup · 8 months

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MSA X Pop AU Crossover: Survival

Chapter/Episode 5: Escape!

Sarah (Me) with two Pets Dogs/Kitsunes, Sapphire (Dog/Kitsune), and Samantha (Polter Dog/Kitsune). She is with her best friend and her pet, Sardonyx (Polter Cat), Five Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs; MS (Mystery Skulls), TSM (The Sector Mystery), MI (Mystery Ideas), MH (Mystery Hunters), and MS (Mystery Slayers) has escaped from Myron and Jacob from the same last Ch/Ep pt 4, Two Hunters to hunting them! They are fleeing goals: Survive!

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After they are escaping from Myron and Jacob from the same last Ch/Ep pt 4. They are fleeing from Myron and Jacob.

They are fleeing to run the forest woods.

Myron: Excellent! Run fast, my good lad! A hunt is only as good as the chase it gives!

Jacob: Good! We are running to chase them!

They are jumping over the puddles and shrubs, and rolling under the trees.

Myron: Winston, my dear man. If they would be so kind as to release the hounds, I do believe we can get started.

Myron: Tally-Ho!

Jacob: Terrence, my servant. Need to Hunter Dogs out to them!

They keep running used jumping over the puddles and shrubs, and rolling under the trees. After they have end to fall in leaves covered in the ground. Myron and Jacob with their butlers and dogs have lost them.

Myron: Looks like we’ve lost the trail.

Jacob: Have lost them...

Myron: No matter, we’ll set up camp here and resume the hunt presently!

Jacob: Will look for them and hunt, back to camp.

Myron and Jacob with their butlers and dogs are walking away from lost them.

Later in the underground Survivors

They are unconscious in the underground

???: Got you now, you swine!

???: Gotten you!

They are waking up and they see two mysterious survivors who have survived. Two mysterious survivors quickly realized they are not hunters.

???: Wait - you’re not Van Buren.

???: Wait, not Carmen. They have escaped from Van Buren and Carmen?

Sarah (Me): Who are they?

Max: Max McGullicatty, at your service.

Milo: Milo Sherwood, I’m a survivor.

Ellie: Wait... Milo and Max are meeting them?

Milo: Elli, you meet them. She has helped us escape from Myron and Jacob.

Ellie: Right, my name is Ellie. I'm the former Chef Cook of Jacob.

Laura (You): They’re the ones who left all those clues for us!

Max: That’s right. We’ve been on the run from Van Buren and Carmen for over a year now, waiting for someone like us to show up.

Milo: They were hunters, we had escaped.

Max: We’ve been able to survive underground even with their gammy leg and gammy arm - but with your help, we can turn the tables on Van Buren and Carmen!

Matilda: We'd like nothing more, what do we do?

Max: The old sawmill is the perfect place for us to spring a trap. We'll need a rope, gear, and a whistle. Get those, and then we’ll capture Van Buren and Carmen!

Milo: Right, going. Watch out for Van Buren and Carmen have to search for them. Need to hide and sneak.

Ellie: True, goals are to stop Myron and Jacob for all.

Sarah (Me): Right, we got it.

Molly got a fishing pole and got them. They go underground over the surface and sneak away from Van Buren and Carmen can be noticed by us with their hunter Dogs. They are noticing that sticks on the ground will be soundly and Woodpeckers will be alarmed. Maxy uses the fishing pole to get the whistle from Camp Bases.

Maxy: I got it.

They are back to the underground and way to the underground. Vera pushed the large rock to reach before hunter dogs noticed that they had alerted them to their owners. Vera hides behind tall large bushes hunting dogs and keeps pushing rocks. Success rock on rock. She reached the top of the tall ground. She noticed that the plane was destroyed.

Vera: Oh my God... our plane is destroyed... need another thing.

Vera reached the tree trunk and pushed the tree down. She climbed to the wall to go to the tree to see the bear had a trap with rope. She untied the rope from the free bear. She is down and has got a rope. She goes to the underground tunnel going to Dam. She carefully traps. She goes to free the beaver in a trap. She got a gear. They are back to Max and Milo.

Max: Perfect! Take that equipment to the sawmill and set up a trap for Van Buren and Carmen!

Milo: Soon ready to trap going to capture them!

They are back to the underground and way left to the sawmill. They are waiting for Myron and Jacob is searching for them and away. They got the sawmill. Vera put the gear with gears. Vicki goes to the top of the trap and ropes. She pushed the trap to get perfect. She puts ropes to knots to up a trap. Vicki going to teams. Maxy use the whistle to call. They are noticing Myron and Jacob are not here. Myron and Jacob are behind them and are surprised they are getting traps.

Myron: Got them know!

Jacob: They are know!

Sarah and her Friends: Yikes!

Myron: Very clever! They nearly had me. But no one outfoxes Myron Van Buren and Carmen.

Jacob: They are fleeing from us! We are great Hunters!

Sarah (Me): Why are they doing this?

Myron: The thrill of the hunt, my dear! All for the thrill of the hunt.

Jacob: Yes, am I.

Myron: Now... Time for us to add another trophy to our collection.

Jacob: Right got us!

Max and Milo ride on the Bear to save them from Myron and Jacob. Ellie going to save them from Hunters.

Max: Tally-Ho!

Bear used to free them from traps. Myron and Jacob are scared and shocked that the Survivors are alive.

Myron and Jacob: AHH!

Myron: No matter - my aim's just as good from here!

Jacob: True, got them!

Laura (You): Not if I can help it!

They jump to Hunters to step backward to trap the sawmill. Two Beavers used their tails to slap them in the faces. They walked and watched to trap Myron and Jacob.

Maxy: Have a taste of your own medicines!

Max: They’ve made your last hunt. Van Buren and Carmen.

Milo: No more hunt for us again.

Ellie: I’m no longer chef cook for us. I’m free, I'll have help with them. Bye.

Later, Max and Milo take Myron's Helicopter and Jacob's Helicopter to get Ellie going to get them and the Teams are going back to the home of civilization. They have survived the woods.

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For @laurasanchez36

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