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Impact of A Black Mermaid On Black Children
The movie Black Panther proved that there is something about seeing Black people dominate the big screen that excites our community. “Before Halle Bailey became The Little Mermaid, Shameik Alti Moore (Miles Morales) became Spiderman in Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, said Dr. Corey Emmanuel of Omnimedia.” In both instances, the original characters were depicted as white. These pivotal moments…
#Black actors in fantasy#Black characters in media#Black empowerment#Black Hermione#black mermaid#Black representation in media#Corlys Velaryon#Disney&039;s Black mermaid#Halle Bailey family#Halle Bailey Little Mermaid#Hollywood diversity#media diversity backlash#Miles Morales Spider-Man#Moses Ingram#positive Black characters#Representation matters#Reva Obi Wan Kenobi
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FFXIV x Yu-Gi-Oh! 5DS Signer Dragons (and bonus)
#final fantasy#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#ygo#yugioh#yugioh 5ds#okay so heres my reasonings for everyone:#WoL gets Stardust because protag of bonds#Sage Alphinaud gets Power Tool because twin with tool#Alisaie gets Ancient Fairy because of her interaction with the Fae but also twin. The pig has Kuribbon's ribbon!#Estinien gets Red Dragon Archfiend because strong guy like Jack but also tsundere himbo also they get their powers from antagonistic dragon#Y'shtola gets Black Rose because the strong dark magic talent like Aki#Thancred gets Black-Winged because him and Crow are chill but were both from the slums and had tragic happen from protecting ppl they care#G'raha and Bruno from a diff dying world who are trying to save the main world. They respect the protag greatly#Also golems are the mecha of the fantasy world so grahas crystal parts are in a way robot parts so graha was kinda of a cyborg#IM SORRY I DIDNT HAVE ANYTHING FOR URIANGER. But heres a fun fact: his JP Voice Actor is Jaden Yuki#art
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Carrie Fisher (with Peter Mayhew in the background) signing autographs for young Star Wars fans in 1977.
#carrie fisher#peter mayhew#actresses#actors#celebrities#autographs#fans#fandom#star wars#science fiction#fantasy#movies#photographs#black and white#history#vintage#1970s
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The Gift - The Grabber x Reader Insert
Summary: Your curiosity got the better of you.
Fandom: The Black Phone (2022) Pairing: Albert Shaw | The Grabber x (f) Reader Rating: Mature Warnings: Dark themes, kidnapping, older man\younger woman, age difference, size difference, allusions to dubious consent, dub con, reader insert. Read it [ here on AO3 ] or read it below <3 Written for the amazing @willshipanything-blog ~ * ~ Despite the blue lucid sky, the house in front of you looked grey and solemn. As if the building was covered in shadows despite the sunlight shining brightly over Denver.
A deceitful wind was blowing, chasing the clouds away, tricking people into thinking it was warmer outdoors than it actually was. Though, when out of the wind, the weather could actually be described as nice, hot. Bone-warming.
A lamppost nearby was flickering lightly despite it being day. And then the wind reminded you again that there was still a chill in the air.
The front door to the house was open, inviting strangers into the otherwise uninviting home. A paradox with a sense of mischief to it. It let itself be pushed by nature, its hinges creaking and cracking every time the wind picked up and played with it.
So this was the house your friends had been talking about, eh? A rather elongated ground floor building with a tiled roof and a low iron fence around it. You hardly ever crossed this street when on your way home, so you hardly had paid attention to it. But then your friends had taken their sweet time to tell you stories about this place, challenging each other to be the first to check it out.
You had doubted their words then, thinking that if no one had gone inside, how did they know it was abandoned? It had something to do with the lease, one of your friend’s – whose father was into real estate – had told you. And now it just stood there without a purpose, waiting for a new owner to come and lay claim. But so far, no one had bothered yet. It was positioned in one of the less interesting neighborhoods, a suburb of Denver. Most young people wanted to move uptown. When you looked at the house you could imagine why. It was no castle. Just an ordinary looking building.
The door creaking caught your attention again and you watched it swing in the wind. Surely the neighbors must be annoyed by the sound, you thought. Perhaps you should go and close it?
Not that you were curious and looking for an excuse to step closer, of course.
Slowly, you made your way to the porch, pausing a few times to glance over your shoulder to see if anyone was approaching. But no one seemed to be around.
As you lay your hand on the doorknob, you wondered what would happen if you had a little peek inside. The idea of an abandoned home – history unknown – was thrilling to you. Would there be any furniture left behind? Any clues of whoever had lived there?
Your fantasy ran wild.
And so you did the brave thing and quietly placed one foot over the threshold. You listened with bated breath, but apart from the wind you heard no other sounds. The building emitted a sense of forlorn peacefulness. The air being quiet, like the silence before a storm.
Carefully, you moved forward until you stood fully inside, your eyes slowly adjusting to the dimness surrounding you. You gasped when you realized you’d come into a little hallway. Plain cream-colored walls and floor stretched in front of you. A rug the only thing giving color to the space.
There was still furniture inside.
An ordinary hallway with a little empty white plastic cabinet to the side and a tin umbrella stand in the shape of a misshapen flower in the corner to your right.
A cold gush of wind brushed past your arms and sent shivers down your spine. You subconsciously closed the door behind you, eager to get away from the wind’s chilly touch.
You did it! You’d been naughty and entered someone else’s house. No, scratch that. You were exploring an abandoned building. How more exciting could things be?
Taking a moment to revel in this feeling, you closed your eyes, took a deep breath and smiled. The air around you felt warmer here. It did not smell dank or musty like you would have expected for an unmaintained house. Perhaps it had not been abandoned for that long? You couldn’t recall if your friends had said anything about that.
As quiet as a mouse, you continued your exploration. Two doors at the end of the hall made you come to a halt, and you decided to try the one to the left first. It opened with a click, and when you carefully peeked around the corner, you spotted a twin-sized bed in the middle of the room, its wooden headboard pressed neatly against the wall. There was an old wooden closet there, and a nightstand next to the bed on which you could see an old glass, fingerprints smudged over it.
You wrinkled your nose. Someone’s bedroom then. Judging by the sight of clothes strewn in one of the corners of the room, you wondered if someone else had been here before you and ransacked the place already. It would explain the lack of little nick-knacks in the hall.
Carefully, you closed the door, resting your hand against it as you thought about the things you’d just seen. One room down, another to go, you thought. And with your head held high, you stepped to the door on the right, opening it swiftly but carefully. You were afraid to make a sound, despite knowing that you were the only one around. The room that was revealed was darker than the bedroom. Long curtains were drawn in front of the windows at the other side, blocking the daylight. A door lurked on the other side in one of the corners, signalling that there was at least one more room to explore.
Taking one step forward, you heard how wooden floorboards creaked under your weight. It made you pause and look down. With a frown, you noticed that a thick Persian rug was lying several inches away from your foot. It seemed to cover most of the room like a squared blanket. You understood the owner’s choice. At least it would dampen the sounds of the wood cracking whenever you walked on it. You made sure to tread lightly upon the rug, making as little noise as you possibly could. Your curious gaze slid past a large wooden cabinet with many drawers that stood to the left side of the wall, and then over to a quilted blanket that lay upon a couch opposite of it. You stepped closer, picking it up, feeling the mixture of soft and rough fabrics slide underneath your fingertips. This seemed to be hand-made with love, you thought. Why would someone leave it there?
A scratch.
Was that a sound? You stood frozen, listening. Like paws sliding past something solid? You held your breath, fearing that a dog might come running round the corner any moment now, but nothing came. Slowly, you turned to face the direction from which you had come, but the door behind you was still open and the hall was still empty. You dared to breathe again.
Turning back to face the room, it was easy to see that this must be the living area, with the couch in the middle. A cushioned chair was beside it, a lamp standing to its side. Probably used for reading, you realized. As your eyes traveled past the room, you spotted the rather obvious television cabinet across the couch. And then, a television caught your eye.
You frowned.
Who would leave an expensive item like that lying around? Especially if others had been here before to ransack the place. But then you noticed that the room seemed clean, no signs of debris or destruction. No graffiti on the walls, no cabinets wretched open.
And so you did it yourself.
You placed the little quilt blanket back on the couch, walked over to the cabinet with all the little drawers, and started to pull open some of them. One drawer held leaflets, another cutlery. There were some glasses and a party cocktail set on one of the shelves above them. Another drawer revealed an unopened package full of black balloons. And then another drawer was opened and you had no idea what it was you saw in there. Like compressed little foam rubbery things? Were those bananas? Another one, and you saw how this entire drawer was filled with scarves and colorful fake flowers. And was that a glass of wine but folded? You quickly closed the drawer and caught your breath.
Such odd things, you mused. But it was all there. All of the drawers were filled. Everything seemed very much there, which meant…
Your eyes drifted to the television cabinet, neatly decorated. You noticed a pile of video tapes with some titles having recently been released.This place did not look abandoned. In fact, every surface seemed in tip-top and pristine condition. No cobwebs, no excessive dust traces. Why had you not spotted this sooner?
Your hand slipped past your thigh. A heavy feeling settled in your stomach, like a stone weighing you down. This house was not abandoned.
As if the devil played a game with you, at that precise moment, when you realized this house was not uninhabited at all, there was a loud sound behind you, like the rattling of keys. You instinctively dashed forward, rushing to the other side of the living room where a door was, determined not to be caught by whoever owned this place.
Surely this house must have some kind of backdoor? Or at least a window that would allow your escape? Imagine the embarrassment you'd feel if the owner of the house caught sight of you. It would be like Goldilocks, but so much worse, because it would be you who got caught. And you had no idea how to explain your actions. Would this person belief it was just curiosity? Or would they think you were a burglar, a thief? Would they call the police? No, you did not like to think of that. This was all a misunderstanding, a silly mistake.
Your heart beat wildly in your chest as you closed the door behind you, willing yourself to calm down and think rationally. A mere glance was all you needed to see that you had ended up inside a kitchen.
The window here was uncovered, allowing the daylight to spill in. A table was all prepped up, someone’s range of breakfast cereals posed on one side. By the look of the used plate at one end of the table, whoever lived here must have been in a hurry this morning. A smudge of yogurt or milk and a lonely forgotten berry adorned the plate. At least whoever lived here had taste, you thought sardonically. But there was no time to dwell on your thoughts for a sound came from outside. A dog barking. So you had been right, there was a dog out there. And were those paws again, tapping against the front door of the house?
A kitchen counter was to your right, a fridge to your left. It all seemed so ordinary and lived in. You could not believe you had thought this place to be abandoned only moments ago. So it had been a prank after all, you could not help but think bitterly. Your friends had pulled a prank on you and you’d fallen for it. Would they be laughing if they found out it had worked? That they had fooled you? And so easily, you thought angrily. How foolish you must seem to them, and how foolish you would seem if you got caught by the owner.
You looked around, frantically, for a place to hide or escape. The kitchen cabinets would offer you no room to hide, and underneath the table you’d be spotted within seconds. But there was a blue door to your right, and a staircase in front of you that spiraled to some place below ground level. It was an easy equation.
Without a second thought, you dashed forward to open the blue door in the corner of the room. But unlike the other doors, this one remained closed. In an attempt to force it open, you placed your shoulder against it and pushed with all your might. It took all of your strength, but the only result was a disappointing creaking. The door would not budge and you could only conclude that it must be locked.
You let out a small agonized cry when you realized that this must be the backdoor you’d been hoping to find, but it was offering you no escape. You tried to peek through the slats that covered the door’s glass and caught a glimpse of the side of the house. It was large, must larger than the rooms you'd been through. There must be more rooms, you realized as you looked at the house from this angle. There must be some door that you had missed. But there was no going back now.
You heard the tell-tale sound of a front door being opened and closed. Something was placed in the tin stand, the sound a loud clink that resounded throughout the hallway.
You looked up, sweat forming little droplets on your forehead. Then, an unbidden thought: It was getting later in the afternoon. What if they got hungry?
Swiftly you spun around, desperately looking for a place to hide. Footsteps sounded, heavy on the floorboards. Alarm bells were ringing inside your head. Whoever had just entered must be someone big, you mused. Who said the person wouldn’t come up to you with a gun? This was America after all.
The footsteps halted shortly, then grew louder, a clear indication that whoever had entered the house was now heading in your direction. You could hear the happy barking of a dog.
Shit. They were going to find you. If not the house owner, than probably the dog.
For a moment, you stood there indecisively. There was no place to hide in here. The kitchen counter was empty, the cabinets already in use with plates and mugs. The only way for you to go was forward, down the concrete stairs that led into some kind of basement.
I have no choice, you thought. If I go in there then hopefully they won’t see me. Perhaps you could stay hidden for long enough until whoever lived here would leave the kitchen, then you could get out unseen and unembarrassed for accidentally barging into someone’s house. Yep, that sounded like a solid plan.
You were swift to descend the stairs, wincing when you heard the first few steps creak alarmingly. There was no way to get up or down here without being heard, you thought. That is, if whoever lived here was nearby. You hoped the dog hadn’t heard or smelled you yet, but there was nothing to be done for it.
When you reached the bottom of the stairs you came into full-contact with a closed door. Dread it, you thought angrily. Was this how your great plan of escape was going to end? But luckily, all it took was just a push for the door to open. You wasted no time in getting into the dark space behind it, letting the door fall to a close behind you.
It was a basement, just like you had predicted. But it wasn't filled with anything like you had expected it do be. There were no crates and no racks filled with wine. It wasn't converted to some kind of game room or man cave. It was just a dark and empty place. You weren’t sure what you had hoped for. If the owner would have had all of his stuff cluttered in here, then at least you would have had the perfect place to hide. Now it was just an empty and open space with little to no room for you to curl your body into and pretend you weren’t there.
You hadn't hardly taken a step into the room when you noticed the change between the air here and upstairs. Here it was mushy and nearly suffocating. What was this smell? Your eyes darted to the only two objects in the room. A wired bed frame with an old damp mattress covered in dark spots. Yikes! And then there was a black phone attached to the wall. You could see the cord of it dangling into nothingness. That would not make any calls for your rescue.
Whoever lived here seemed to have taken little care of this space, perhaps even forgotten about it, you thought. It was obvious the room had been given little love in recent years, by the way the walls showed traces of crumbling and the floor was covered in dirt and grime. A little window at the other side of the room caught your attention, but it was way up high. You doubted you could reach it.
Breathing heavily as your pressed yourself against the brick walls, you tried to listen to the sounds above your head. But oddly enough, there were none. It was as if the space you were in had been concealed, like a little pocket of time and space in another dimension. A little box of nothingness; of darkness and silence.
You knew that going back up was not an option. But where could you hide? As your eyes started adjusted to the meager light that came in from the window up high, you noticed there was a corner at the end of the room. Perhaps there was something hidden behind it?
You slowly made your way deeper into the basement. Your footsteps slapped on the uneven tiles of the floor. Yet, any sound you made, any breath that was a bit too loud, seemed to be absorbed by the walls. You hoped that whoever was up there did not hear you as you made your way to the other side of the wall. Your joy was short-lived and you flinched upon the sight of what you found around the corner. An old toilet. That explains the nasty smell somewhat, you thought. Though it did smell like a rat had died in here. You pulled a face and, with your nose pinched between your fingertips, you looked around. No rat to be found, must be the toilet then.
Looking around once more, you saw that there was nothing there. Now way out. No secret door. No room. Just some old rugs piled on top of each other.
With no wish to remain next to the smelling pit any longer, you headed back into the main room the basement had to offer. Your eyes flitted shortly to the door. Should you push against it? Set it ajar so you could hear whatever happened above you? Did you dare to do that? But what if the owner was up there and caught sight of you? What if the dog was there? You felt like you were left with no alternative but to seek your escape from the window that was up high. It was probably your best bet to get out now. But how could you get to it? You glared up at it, studying the window way up high. As if it had been put there at that exact height just to tease you. Then you squinted your eyes. Did you see it correctly? Did it have bars in front of it? You briefly wondered why it needed that, then remembered seeing bars on many more basement windows around town. It was a thing apparently, probably to keep cats and hedgehogs out or something. Or thieves, you mused. Now, however, the bars made it feel like you were inside of a prison. Just what you needed after barging into someone's home uninvited.
Your eyes slid back past the few items in the room. It wasn't much, but you figured you could use whatever you had. You could get the rugs and step upon them to try and reach the window, you imagined. But they seemed heavy and you would have to move the whole lot of them. That seemed like a mighty bit of work to do. Then again, it seemed like you had time aplenty now that you had yourself trapped in here.
Then there was the issue of the bars. How were you going to get past them? Standing on your tiptoes, you tried to study the window from afar. You thought you could see how some of the bars were bent. Perhaps if you used all of your strength you could bend them some more and find your way out. If only you had something to help you make the job of bending them easier. Then your eyes fell upon the black phone. Yes, that might work.
As quietly as you could, you set about pushing and pulling the rugs from their resting spot and underneath the window until you had formed a nice pile. Nice.
Admiring your handiwork, you then set out to get the cord from the telephone. If you could get high enough on the rugs to reach the window, then you could wrap the cord around two bars and pull it tighter and tighter until the bars would bend under its pressure. At least, that's what these prison escape movies had made you believe. Stepping over to the black phone, you placed your hand on it and felt the dust bite into your skin. How long had it been here, you wondered? Forgotten and abandoned. Why had it been installed here in the first place? You wiped off some of the dust with your sleeve, then pulled at the cord. It slipped free easier than you had expected and with a thud, you fell backwards and landed on your buttocks. A groan escaped your lips. Of course this was just your luck. But at least the cord was in your hands. And dangling from it was the phone itself. You could use that, you thought, to smash the window when time came. It was a risky idea, but you thought you could get there. You had all the tools: something to climb upon, something to bend the bars and something to break the window. You got this.
Slowly, you got up to your feet and walked over to where the rugs had formed a nice slouched pile on the floor. You placed your foot on top to test if the pile would hold you. When the rugs didn't slip off of each other, you climbed your way up.
You were close to it now, much closer than before but not quite close enough. Why were you this small? Why as the window so damn high up?
A creak sounded behind you but there was no time for you to react fast enough. Two strong arms encircled around your waist before you could even as much as turn around to look behind you, and then you felt yourself pulled downwards. Your feet slipped off the rugs whilst the phone fell from your hands. A cry escaped your lips. You’d been so close to getting away!
You had not heard the door open. You had not noticed someone approach, as concentrated as you had been on the task at hand. You'd been completely unaware. And now it was too late. You felt someone behind you, heat radiating off his body.
“My, my,” the voice was low and raspy. A man’s voice, definitely, but a man who sounded parched. Like he desperately needed a drink. Two hands were heavily upon you, sliding from your waist all the way up to your shoulders while your back was pressed against someone's front. A firm chest, you thought. Someone larger than you. You felt him push down on you, like you weren’t already smaller than his towering frame.
“A gift!” the man’s voice rose, becoming lighter and almost childish, then an added murmur, “for me.”
What had you stumbled into?
He slowly turned you by your shoulders until you faced him. You desperately wished to know who this man was. Yet at the same time, you were too afraid look up and meet the owner of the lilting voice. So many octaves, so many emotions, in just a few sentences. You did not think you had ever heard such a range in someone’s voice before.And so you kept your eyes on the floor. You did not dare look up.
Firm fingers pressed tightly into your skin, pressing through the layers of your clothes. You felt how he maneuvered you with his grip, making you stumble a few steps backwards until your back hit the firm wall. You saw his shoes. Black pants with red socks. He felt strong. Incredibly so. His warm hands were big when you felt them on your arms, his palms covering the entirety of your shoulders, his fingers curling around your upper arms.
You listened to his breathing, deep and slow. Was he studying you? You tried to subdue your own wildly beating heart and finally willed yourself to look up into the stranger’s eyes.
You instantly knew that you were going to regret this.
He's like dad, you could not help but think when you finally saw him. A man with lines on his face and grayness to his hair. A man around the age of your parents. A father type. A neighbor. Just another ordinary looking man. But boy, did he feel anything but ordinary. His hands lay heavy upon your shoulders. He’s a man, you reminded yourself. Just a man. But then his lips curled into the tiniest hint of a smirk. As if he was enjoying this – whatever it was that was happening between the two of you. His eyes, a pale color, bore into you. His forehead crinkled when he raised his brows, as if he saw something on your face or in your expression that you didn’t know and could not guess at.
Wisps of hair fell to his shoulders; a brown color that was slowly washed to grey by age. The darkness of the room fell upon him like a cloak. He could be part of it, of the darkness, you thought. With his black blouse and black jeans. If not for the red turtleneck that peaked out from underneath his blouse, like blood dripping from an artery, he could have been a shadow himself.
His skin was pale in the dark, dripping wet. As if he had recently been cleansing his face with water.
Strong pale hands gripped your shoulders possessively, thumbs digging painfully into your skin as he pressed you against the wall.
A low laugh escaped him. “Usually they don’t come to me,” his voice was higher now, then it got low again, “but look at you.” The last words came out like a purr.
He leaned his head a little more forward until his lips were near your skin, his breath ghosting past your cheek. You wished you could tear yourself away from his grip, especially when you felt him press his chest to yours. Could he feel your rapid heartbeat? Could he feel your breasts pressed against his chest?
But his hold on you was firm. And when he felt you move, his grip on you seemed to tighten even more.
“Oh,” it came out as a sigh from between his lips. As if something occurred to him. The distance between your upper bodies increased again, for which you were grateful. The heat that radiated from his body affected you less now that he was further away. And for a moment, you thought it was over. That he had touched you and invaded your personal space just to intimidate and scare you. That he had wanted to teach you a lesson after finding you illegally tiptoeing around his home.
You were prepared to step away, but then he chuckled.
“Look at you, honey.”
Dread crept upon you upon hearing his light voice, teasing almost. Elated. This was not good. Your heart was hammering inside of your chest, your breast heaving as you tried to remain calm. The man’s eyes flew downwards, as if he had caught sight of your sped-up heart-rate. An eerie smile slid on his lips, and it was as if a dark twinkle had appeared in the man’s eye.
“Oh,” his voice was low and guttural, coming deep from his belly. His left hand slipped from your shoulder and all the way up to cradle your neck. Cold rings pressed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You tried to pull your head away, to move your neck out of his reach, but it seemed the man had you trapped against the nearest wall and in no position to edge away from him.
A hum rose from deep within his chest, appreciative almost. As if he was studying you and liked what he saw. “You’re special.” The low murmur hardly reached your ears, so soft and quiet it came.
You could feel his fingertips twirl into your hair. A gesture that felt almost lovingly. It was hard to swallow, let alone breathe. You tried to pull your head away from his touch and tear your eyes from his gaze, but he would not let you. With just a tug at your hair he had you lock eyes with him again, deep pools of grey that swirled with darkness.
“Up here, sweetheart,” you heard him say, indicating you should look at his face rather than avert your eyes. The whispered words turned something deep inside of the pit of your stomach. Raw emotion laced his voice. He sounded hungry, starving. His fingers re-positioned in your hair, as if to get a better grip.
Then suddenly, all of the tenderness was gone and his fingertips dug deep into your skin again. It was painful. You tried to reach up to relieve some of the pain, but he started walking and you had no choice but to follow him as he half-dragged you to the bed. Your hands reached out for his to alleviate his grip, your fingers curling around his in vain. He was too strong, his hold never relenting. Not until he dropped you face-first upon the spot-covered mattress.
The bed frame creaked with your weight as you were thrown upon it. What was happening? Your mind was running overtime as you tried to think of ways to get the man to stop. The moment you felt that his hold on you was gone, you tried to push yourself up, crawling with your elbows in front of you as you tried to lift your belly from the bed. But a firm hand pushed against your lower back, effectively pressing you down until you felt the springs of the mattress prick your stomach. Then another weight was added. The man pressed himself against you. His hands caught your wrists with ease, forcing them in front of you with a grunt. And then you felt your whole body being flipped over, roughly, before his weight settled on top of yours.
He had roughly turned you over, trapping you uncomfortably beneath his thighs, and you tried to arch your back to loosen his hold on you. But his weight remained on top of you, his legs at either side of you, keeping you caged underneath his body. Now on your back, panting heavily, you looked up to see his frame atop of you, hurled in shadows, as he slowly leaned over you. His hands pressed down tightly upon your wrists, keeping them pinned above your head. The whites of his teeth glinted as he smirked down at you, like the cat who got the cream – or the predator who finally pounded upon his prey.
“You know,” he said through gasps, as if it had become hard to breathe. In this position, with him leaning over you, you had every opportunity to study his face. The wrinkles that adorned his skin, the black dilated pupils in his otherwise pale eyes. And the maniacal glint that lay within them.
“I never had one like you before,” he breathlessly said, his arms keeping yours pinned above your head.
No wait.
Your eyes grew wide when you realized his right hand had slid down to your collarbone. Which meant he was restraining you with only the one hand. His left. How strong was he? How big compared to you?
“But you know what they say,” he continued, voice laced with delight as he traced a knuckle past your cheek, “can’t look a gifted horse in the mouth.”
You growled, teeth gritted and showing. How dare this man? You were most certainly not gifted to him. "Let me go," it came out fiercer than you thought it would. But here you were, telling the man to stop and let you out. Your voice was unshaken. You sounded confident. He shifted, sitting up straighter to have a better look at you. You would almost say that his eyes softened at what he saw, if it wasn’t for his voice which was still low and husky. “No sweetheart, I can't do that. You see, I so do love a challenge,” the words weighed heavy upon you, almost as heavy as this man’s frame.
Then he was upon you again, fully. His chest brushed against yours, making it hard to breathe. You noticed the first stripes of grey fanning out from his long hair as he leaned over you. "Stop," you begged him, "just let me go, sir."
"Sir," he said, mockingly. "I like that, little girl." His breath was hot on your skin and then his lips brushed past your cheek, ever so slightly.
“You’re gonna be a good girl for me?” he purred in your ear.
Your eyes widened again. No, you could not think of it, should not think of what he might have in mind for you. None of that was going to happen to you. It just could not. You struggled with renewed vigor, wildly thrashing against his body. His fingers curled painfully around your wrists, hard enough to bruise, desperate to keep you there, trapped underneath him.
His hips pressed flushed against yours. Something hard poked into your abdomen. Something hard and hot. You instantly ceased moving, your eyes wide and wild. Was that...?
Then you heard him laugh near your ear. “I thought so,” and with those ominous words, you felt all the fight leave your body. Be his good girl? He chuckled again.
“I think I’m gonna keep you.”
#first part?#Albert Shaw#Albert Shaw x Reader#The Grabber x reader#the grabber#black phone movie#the black phone#black phone 2022#albert shaw x you#albert shaw x reader#mature fanfiction#prompt fill#older man x younger woman#ethan hawke#(sorry to your family mister actor but I am writing this about your character to please a few ladies )#grabber x reader#grabber x you#female reader#reader insert#dark fantasy
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James Arnold Taylor (Video Games) | Monday, 07.22.24
Same voice actor, different video game characters - featuring James Arnold Taylor! Happy 55th birthday! 🎂
2001
Tidus - Final Fantasy X (2001 video game)
2003
Ratchet (Ratchet & Clank) - Ratchet & Clank series (video games; 2003-present) (replacing Mikey Kelley)
2007
Spider-Man - Spider-Man: Friend or Foe (2007 video game)
2010
Green Arrow & Guy Gardner - Batman: The Brave and the Bold - The Video Game (2010 video game)
#james arnold taylor#spider man#spidey#video games#happy birthday#video game characters#spider man friend or foe#tidus#final fantasy series#final fantasy x#ratchet & clank#ratchet and clank#black cat#batman: the brave and the bold#batman#green arrow#bat mite#monday memories#same voice actor#voice actor#voice talent#july 22#july 2024#month of july#ratchet & clank: going commando#female protagonist#protagonists#monday monday
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⋆˙⊹ Non-Arcs Kindle Haul ⊹˙⋆
Hauled some new books on my Kindle 🙈 They are a combination of Fantasy, Queer, Romance, and Horror which are one of my fave to read ✨ All of these are already released!
Leather & Lark (The Ruinous Love #2)- Dark contemporary romance, with gory/ horror content. Gave the first book, Butcher & Blackbird a 4 ⭐ A Novel Love Story- A contemporary romance with magic realism in which fmc/ reader finds herself in her favorite romance book series. A Darker Mischief- The Honeys meets The Secret History in a work of dark academia like no other -- a boarding school thriller about a queer teen from Mississippi who finds himself swept into a world of old money, privilege, and the secret society at the heart of it all.
The Actor and His Secret- A queer romance where a movie star and a book publicist had a one-night stand! Only For The Week- African American Romance Novel, sister of the bride (who's also the ex of the groom 🙈) X best man! Crossroads- Cowboy, childhood friends-lovers romance!
A Feather so Black- Fantasy Romance series with Celtic Mythology! Also tagged with a love triangle with a morally grey love interest. The Sky on Fire- From the acclaimed author of the Chorus of Dragons series, this propulsive new standalone fantasy is Dragonriders of Pern for a modern audience. I think I've heard that this is gonna be a full high fantasy novel with no romance. Empire of Silence- Hadrian Marlowe, a man revered as a hero and despised as a murderer, chronicles his tale in the galaxy-spanning debut of the Sun Eater series, merging the best of space opera and epic fantasy.
Scarlet- Historical fiction series set in Revolutionary France with vampires and fantasy elements. The Deer and the Dragon- Urban Fantasy with Mythology with angels and demons. Tender is the Flesh- Dystopia fiction where the government has legalized eating special meat- humans because of the virus of animal meat.
Super excited about these titles. I'm soon to be making my non arcs tbr for next month so hopefully some of these will be listed ❤
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#kindle#tender is the flesh#a novel love story#scarlet#the deer and the dragon#the sky on fire#empire of silence#a feather so black#crossroads#only for the weak#the actor and his secret#a darker mischief#leather and lark#fantasy books#horror books#dark romance#dystopia#sci fi#book#book blog#booklr#booksbooksbooks
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You should’ve see my face when I read ‘feminine’. This is why you will never get me to join that fandom. Do they not know that Shonda Rhimes is a BLACK woman who has made it her mission to be the sole reason why loving v Virgina doesn’t get overturned that woman lovers her a swirl. You’re not going to get a same race relationship out of her for main character. Also Micheal is John’s cousin why would he be white.
And let me stick this one here talking shit about this fandom I’ll drop this screenshot here. Let’s not try to remember what twitter thread or tweet this was from it’s two years old. Saying that Simon was a dark skin lead is crazy and they knew that not what op meant by dark skin women
#anti bridgerton#anti bridgerton fans#bridgerton#fandom racism#don’t read to much into to the tags#and ppl wonder why rege jean page left and won’t come back hell marina left because she had to put herself in a mental hospital#but this is the fandom she cultivated and wanted ig#if she wanted a more ‘tame’ fanbase she would’ve adapted a regency era book from a black author not one that was racist#but then again she did create greys anatomy and we all know how that fandom is#they wanna say the quiet part out loud with tiptoeing around so bad#every regency era show with black fans are racist because the buccaneers ppl hate alisha bø’s character for breathing#and someone on tiktok just abt called the mixed dude a slur and told the main character to go with theo so she could live a fantasy#remember when ruby baker (marina) said that the ppl behind the show did nothing to protect amongst other things#and ppl said she was being ungrateful and were chewing her up unintentionally proving her point#you can only see ppl calling and being excited for you characters to die of suicide for so long before it gets to you#remember when ppl were arguing with ppl who said it would be in bad taste to kill off marina via suicide#when her actor was going through mental health struggles then those same ppl when they found out she was leaving#got excited because it meant that the show was sticking to the book and going to kill her off even tho she left for mental health reasons#possibly brought on by this horrible fandom
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man while i'm on my felix kick it fucking sucks that they keep not knowing what the FUCK to do with this character when he's actually very strongly characterized. i went off about this last night but like, underutilized aspect of felix: he's like, a really good leader?? and i'm not talking an uber-inspiring protagonist-type leader like the PC; i'm talking an extremely functional organizer of people that you especially need in a military context. it's kind of hard to clock at first if you're not paying attention, especially because you're introduced to him while he's desperately trying to stave off a mutiny; but considering he's on a shithole iceball with a group of restless 18-to-25-year-old recruits who, as far as they're concerned, are trying to kill an immortal enemy, the fact that only one of them winds up ultimately raising a hand against him is impressive. he boosts morale, he makes good tactical calls on his own while not being too proud to take assistance, he metes out swift discipline without being needlessly punitive. and when the squad splits up, people keep in touch with him!!!
like, felix is extremely good at his job, and that aspect of him kind of deepens the tragedy of his permanent stagnation in rank when you compare him to other soldier comps like Rusk or even early-game Jorgan. i'm not a fan of fictional or real militaries but this character's skillset as an officer has been a repeatedly underutilized resource narratively & it makes me want to eat glass
#felix iresso#jedi consular#visions that manifest to me after watching & rewatching the consular hoth story multiple nights in a row to help me fall asleep.#@swtor writers if you're gonna recycle felix plot points try recycling the one where he's expertly wrangling a flock of scared morons w gun#instead of the one where he *checks notes* gets physically & psychologically tortured. thankyou<3#while i've got you here: did you know his VA Dion Graham is a fucking former Broadway actor and -prolific- audiobook narrator???#he's got like 84 fucking awards for the quality of his narration#he's narrated a ton of literature and specifically a lot by black authors#there's this fantasy novel he narrated called Black Leopard Red Wolf by Marlon James that looks really fucking good#OH AND HE WAS ON THE FUCKING WIRE FOR 8 EPISODES??#looking at this man's career it feels extra awful to me that they gave him NOTHING.#and he still kept coming back to the booth. not just for Felix but background roles in Onslaught as well.#GOD.#Mr Graham sir thank you for everything i'm so sorry they're taking you for granted like this
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Team Edward forever my mind will never be changed
#actors#actress#vampire#twilight#taylor lautner#bella swan#edward cullen#the cullens#jacob black#robert pattinson#kristen stewart#fantasy#vampire films#twilight books#team edward#team jacob#fantasy movies#fantasy film#fantasy films#fantasy books#vampire movies#vampire books#romance#romance film#romance fantasy#fantasy romance#books#films#movies#twilight new moon
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Does tumblr like world building stuff? Well, I’m about to find out!
Taking inspiration from mr.goatman on TikTok and Instagram , I wanted to start sharing stuff from my book’s universe and why not start off with the power system? One thing I honestly just forgot to put in were the consequences of magic. Magic almost has a mind of its own. If one over uses it, it will retaliate. Furthermore, magic is not infinate and can run out, so caution is needed when it’s used. If one depletes their magical energy to nothing, they will die. The signs of overuse is extreme pain to the core. Another thing I didn’t mention, I don’t think, is that it’s easier to use magic on elements that already exist since magic connnects to magic, which is why earth, air, and water are the easiest to wield. This makes lightning, lava, smoke, ice, and lava more taxing on one’s magic supply.
#the black throne#dark fantasy#trilogy#writer#author#world building#magic#elemental magic#elements#avater the last airbender#ATLA#power system#book stuff#Steve is a paid actor don’t worry
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Harrison Ford, Mark Hamill & Carrie Fisher in 1979.
#harrison ford#mark hamill#carrie fisher#actors#actresses#celebrities#star wars#science fiction#fantasy#movies#black and white#1970s
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#trevorbell#trevor bell#cosplayer#black panther#spiderman#superman#gay cosplayers#gay fantasy#gay#actor#newblvotg#artists on instagram#handsome
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J. Michael Tatum | Saturday, 05.25.25
Same voice actor, different anime/ video game characters - featuring J. Michael Tatum. Happy birthday! 🎂
2010
Kazuomi Hirasawa - Eden of the East (anime; English dub)
2011
Sebastian Michaelis - Black Butler (anime; English dub)
2016
Tenya Iida - My Hero Academia series (anime/movies/video games; English dub) (2016-present)
2024
Cid Highwind - Final Fantasy VII Rebirth (video game)
#2010 anime#2010s anime#2024 video games#anime#anime characters#black butler#cid highwind#eden of the east#final fantasy#final fantasy vii rebirth#happy birthday#j. michael tatum#kazuomi hirasawa#linebarrels of iron#may#may 2024#may 25#may 25th#my hero academia#saturday stuff#sebastian michaelis#tenya iida#same actor#same voice actor#video game character#video game#voice actor#voice talent
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Wouldn’t it be funny if the new Netflix Cleopatra documentary by Jada Pinkett Smith DID show Berenice usurping the throne from Ptolemy XII, DID show Arsinoe’s uprising and imprisonment, DID show that the Great Library was more of a university but kind of in decline, DID show that Caesar probably seduced her during the siege of the city in which they worked together closely, DID show Cleopatra lending a navy and running the most organized economy until the USSR and a cosmopolitan city with ethnic Egpytians, Greeks, and the biggest population of Jews outside Judea therefore making it the most historically accurate Cleopatra thing of all time even though the actor playing her does not look Macedonian?
#Netflix Cleopatra#Cleopatra 2023#Jada Pinkett Smith#cleopatra was macedonian#but if that's the only historical inaccuracy you care about ask yourself why#this is probably yet another sex fantasy about the Caesar Cleo Marc Antony love triangle in which case IT DOESN'T MATTER#a lot of people are saying let's see a doc about Hatshepsut or the Kush dynasty in which casting a black actor would make more sense#and yeah#10/10 would watch#but come on it would be funny#HA HA HA HA HA HA THIS IS THE MOST ACCURATE CLEO THING EVER HEE HEE HEE HEE#kind of like how the MTV 1990s Romeo + Juliet was the truest to the original version#which meant PEOPLE HAD TO WATCH IT AND SHOW IT IN HS CLASSESS HA HA AHA HA HEHEHEEE#original posts#racism
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I had this thought that it’d be neat if Lars and Mads played vampires together in something, then I came up with a story idea for it (four actually but this is the one that’s the most visually interesting) and then I decided to draw it to get it out of my system. They’re demonic bird puppies for story reasons and so I have an excuse to not feel bad about my horrible ability to draw likenesses
They’re Dracula’s heirs (their last name being Draculsen) through it’s unknown if he’s actually their father (Blood Heirs) or if he just bit them and passed his power along (Made Heirs) and they don’t know if they’re actually siblings but that part hasn’t ever mattered to them. Tønnes is believed to more likely be Dracula’s blood heir due to having the same copper-brass eyes as him though. They can turn into these eight foot (friendly fluff) demons because of Dracula’s inheritance, and they’re more or less chill nice people instead of evil overlords. They’re respected but somewhat controversial rulers due to their not taking to the bloody ways of vampires and preferring pacifistic approaches as a first resort, but they’ll make exceptions for tearing piece of shit wastes of air and their armies to pieces, along with any assassins sent to kill them. They also wish to push human-vampire relations toward being that of equals rather than predator and prey. Other vampires also think it’s weird that Ejnar has no interest towards lustful endeavours or the orgy parties and Tønnes has steadfast refused any arranged marriage attempts since it’s not as simple as falling in love traditionally for him and would rather any relationships he would get into involve a genuine connection between both parties. So for their detractors there’s not that much of an issue with succession to their benefit if one of their assassination attempts actually succeeds. Also Ejnar owns a female dragon he named Udholdenher and Tønnes owns a male griffin he named Musik, yes it’s impractical since they can both fly on their own but they love their big babies so much it doesn’t matter. Their big babies also get to rip apart would be assassins as a treat.
And as a joke let’s just say there’s a Benedict Cumberbatch vampire who’s the Made son of Carmilla and he’s basically their weird gay coded Barbie villain who’s obsessed with them, believing it’s time for a new reigning line of vampires and wants to trick them into biting him for a legitimate claim of power and masochist reasons. His name is Emil Augustine Carmillsohde and his demonic bat form would look like a hammerhead bat once he acquires it through emotional blackmail
Also I wasn’t expecting to finish and post this a few days after Lars’ birthday so take this as a happy little coincidence
link to my master post of Palestinian resources and individual families in need to either donate to or reblog, the people who rely on these links for aid would greatly appreciate it: https://www.tumblr.com/grycensharp07/745868866895446017/help-me-get-my-handicapped-child-out-of-gaza
#is it lazy to cast these two as siblings?#yes.#but I wanted to tell a story that subverted the usual ‘vampires are so romantic’ stuff#and a loving sibling relationship seemed the least likely thing to be misinterpreted honestly#and they’re Ace and Aro respectively on top of that#also they both do weed for in between annoying council meeting purposes#just because I felt like it#we’ll see if I flesh out this story more#which I might#I already started#also yes Tønnes/Mads is wearing a sleeveless black turtle neck due to his wings forming from his arms#so have fun with this concept internet#original story#original concept#original fantasy story#original vampire story#original vampire characters#vampires#asexual vampire#aromantic vampire#asexual character#aromantic character#actor’s likeness used#Lars Mikkelsen#Mads Mikkelsen#artists of tumblr#original art
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