#Nicholas Mele

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Up next on my 40th Anniversary Freddy Krueger movie 🎬 🎞 🎥 🎦 📽 marathon...A Nightmare On Elm Street 5: The Dream Child (1989) on glorious vintage Media Home Entertainment VHS 📼! #movie #movies #horror #anightmareonelmstreet #ANightmareOnElmStreet5 #anightmareonelmstree5thedreamchild #wescraven #RIPWesCraven #freddy #freddykrueger #robertenglund #lisawilcox #DannyHassel #kellyjominter #ErikaAnderson #JoeSeely #WhitHertford #whitbyhertford #nicholasmele #burrdebenning #valoriearmstrong #BeatriceBoepple #tednugent #RudySarzo #ericsinger #donmaxwell #michaelbaileysmith #clarencefelder #vintage #VHS #80s #mediahomeentertainment #elmstreet40

[therealmrpositive]

Hollywood and Elm Part 4 - A Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child (1989)

In today's review, I find that your future son and heir might be detrimental to keeping Freddy Krueger out. As I attempt a #positive review of the 1989 film The Dream Child #LisaWilcox #RobertEnglund #KellyJoMinter #ErikaAnderson #DannyHassel

We are all products of our circumstances, sure genetics can play a helping part, but some argue that nurture, more than nature, can end up scaring your bloodline for a long time to come. In 1989, with the 1990s on the horizon, a certain sharp-clawed killer saw off the decade with a fresh batch of victims, and possibly a new body to stalk the town of Springwood with. In A Nightmare on Elm Street…

[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

QUALIFYING ROUND: 80th Tilt

Sandor "The Hound" Clegane, Game of Thrones (2011-2019) VS. Sir Lancelot, Excalibur (1981)

Propaganda

Sandor "The Hound" Clegane, Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Portrayed by: Rory McCann

“Sandor Clegane is a very handsome man, dark, mysterious, and badly scarred which makes him way more attractive and desirable. His sense of humor is very dark, yet hilarious, and the way he protects those he cares for is heartening. He also loves a good chicken or two!”

Sir Lancelot, Excalibur (1981) Portrayed by: Nicholas Clay

“The archetype, the sexiest knight in shining armor of all time, I finally understood what Guinevere was causing problems about, basically glows in every shot.”

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

Additional Propaganda

For Sandor Clegane:

For Sir Lancelot:

[full-of-mercy]

@typhoonvash

The only shade down here in the town square comes from the wedding gazebo, and even then it is scant. The suns bear down overhead like a pair of lidless eyes, leaving only the shadows each person stands or sits within.

Wearing down resistance, just as the mayor hoped.

The crowd is divided, a tenuous meeting of families that can all agree on one thing: they are eager to get this over with.

Wolfwood is too.

What a day to be dressed in all black except for a white strip of a collar, and completely buttoned up. If nothing else, the fabric hides the sweat running down the channel of his spine just as well as it conceals the bruises covering his neck and shoulders.

And chest. And elsewhere.

He cannot bring himself to regret that, even if early morning languor nearly made him late. Something about keeping a promise (particularly a purchased promise). Not that the mayor made any specific requests beyond 'a proper ceremony' up to interpretation, and maybe Wolfwood has taken a bit of inspiration. Maybe he has decided to try something else on for size. The past hour has been a matter of gathering, of bumbling through greetings and prayers at request, and now the couple meant to be bound stands before the makeshift dais, hand in hand.

"First time, huh?" Nicholas asks of the two - they can't be older than twenty, not that it is easy to tell - and their jumpy jolt betrays their nerves. They laugh, though, a thread of tension broken, rolling into awkward but heartfelt I dos.

"Lord God, thank you for this joyous day. Bless this union, that these two souls may make a place in this world to flourish, and that they may live together in love and peace."

That feels right. Adjacent to right. It is clear they want to be here, for all that they want to be anywhere but here. The mayor and those behind him on that side of the aisle look pleased, stark contrast to the other side, all grim-faced and squinting.

With an air of finality, Wolfwood nods and addresses those gathered at large. "If anyone can show just cause why this pair may not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace."

… and then all Hell breaks loose with the belch of gunfire off to one side of the crowd, ripping through the pulpit and spraying the seated row with splinters. Chaos becomes a crush of bodies, a surge from back to front of overlapping argument, with flung fists and more iron brandished.

It is pure instinct. Ingrained. Trained beyond nature, beyond words. Nicholas flows into motion, interposing between the new couple and the objections voiced in hot lead, ushering them toward cover as more bullets fly.

"Y'ain't keepin' my grandson in this shithole with yer sham, Dodgson!" the rifle-slinger shouts from the flank, taking aim on the mayor now, though nothing that moves away from the melee is safe.

[moodysnowflake]

I want scenes in which Meryl is taught how to shoot by Vash, Nicholas, and Livio, in the outskirts of Jeneora.

They will be making targets with cans, knick knacks, fabrics, and scavenged parts.

Nick will poke at her non stop, teach her not to get distracted. He'll tickle her mid-loading because "what if you have some bigass worm crawling up in your jacket, uh, li'l lady?". He'll get in her personal space and loom with his cheek just a inch from hers, because he wants for her to become fearless and unfazed. If they stay out long enough, he and Livio will put themselves between her and the suns to cast some shade. He'll pitch the Punisher on the ground and dare her to climb on it and fire, grinning like a proud idiot when, after six months, she manages to hit all targets while perched on it.

He'll blow smoke in a thin, delicate strand under her nose when he senses she's going too far gone in the past, to help her coming back.

All the other times, he'll just puff like a chimney right in her face.

She'll get manhandled a lot (respectfully), because Nick wants for her to be ready in any situation. He'll accidentally get shot in the beginning from time to time. No biggie.

Whenever Vash or Livio might inquire wether some of their shenanigans may bit a bit much, he'll scoff "Tch, of course she'll make it. Morons."

Vash will teach that is not necessary for a gun to shoot to be dangerous. He'll instruct how to hold the gun to avoid accidental firing, keeping the hand on the grip, but the index on the trigger guard when not aiming. He'll show her how to use it as a melee weapon, to punch, stun, and incapacitate; because she has only two shots before reload, and she will run out of bullets at some point.

She'll learn how to properly maintain the derringer, because that can make the difference.

He'll brace her arms with his to teach her how to let the gun settle while aiming, not forcing the position. She'd understand that is useless to force your body, if not dangerous, she needs to let it adjust and lock.

Sometimes mid-aim, she'll focus on the barrel, and the memories will flood up out of nowhere. Her hands will tremble. So Vash will stand behind her and tenderly nuzzle his nose the top her head, staying there until it passes.

Livio will be the one to train with her every single time, even at the oddest hours. He'll help her set the targets, correct the stand with soft, gentle touches on the elbows and shoulders. Showing the positions standing side-by-side, time and time again, without getting annoyed. Ever, patience incarnated. She'll mess up a lot; he'll smile and say "Again", encouraging.

He'll be soft spoken, but his hands will be flailing all over the place when he's explaining. She'll ask him to teach her how to reload, because she'll be too embarrassed to ask Vash. He'll smile and show her, step by step.

He will always have the water can ready.

Whenever she'll feel stuck, frustrated, at a dead end, he'll be there. He'll perceive that, crab-walk to her from where he was sitting. He'll give her the biggest smile, and promise "We're gonna catch up". She'll smile back, fondly.

[coldharbor-claymore]

Welcome to the Armory

Welcome to Coldharbor Claymore. We're here to help you deal with pirates, terrorists, and especially any Word of Blake remnants. We're a mercenary company situated in the Rasalhague Dominion but we'll take on contracts that take us as far as Canopus if you're paying for it.

Current Pilots

Adrian Kantorowicz

Skills (G/P): 1/2 Special Pilot Abilities: Headhunter Callsign: Monarch 1 Mech: Custom Omni-Marauder

Age: 23 Height: 186cm Pronouns: He/Him Identity: Non-Binary Masculine Sexuality: Bisexual

Adrian was the son of an old Comguard member whose name Adrian never learned. Adrian grew up in the Rasalhague Dominion and his way of thinking always blended freeborn and clan sentiments. During a raid by pirates when he was 15, he found his father's old customized Marauder and, while the Marauder was destroyed, the pirates also fell. He joined the Rasalhague Dominion's military and climbed the ranks despite being a freeborn. He eventually left with enough money to start a mercenary company which he did. He now runs the company with his close friend, Holly Nicholas.

Holly Nicholas

Skills (G/P): 3/4 Special Pilot Abilities: Sniper Callsign: Monarch 2 Mech: Wasp (Aspires to buy a Rime Otter)

Age: 25 Height: 203cm Pronouns: She/Her Identity: AMAB Female Sexuality: Bisexual

Born Harvard Nicholas, Holly was born in the gene pods of Clan Ghost Bear. She fought alongside Adrian in the Rasalhague Dominion military and left when he did. She trusts Adrian's tactical skill with her life and is loyal to a fault. She also harbors feelings she doesn't recognize for her commanding officer.

Seán Ó Dónaill

Skills (G/P): 3/4 Special Pilot Abilities: Aggravator Callsign: Monarch 3 Mech: Thunderbolt

Age: 25 Height: 179cm Pronouns: He/Him Identity: CIS Male Sexuality: Too Straight

Seán was always a punk but, after helping organize a militia against a group of pirates that invaded his hometown, he joined the military with Adrian and became a formidable Mechwarrior in his own right, though always a troublemaker. He left the Rasalhague Dominion military when Adrian said he was going to form a military company but before Adrian had actually done anything to create the Coldharbor resulting in him bouncing from odd job to odd job until Adrian actually formed the Coldharbor Claymore mercenary company.

Kara Sievette

Skills (G/P): 4/5 Special Pilot Abilities: Melee Specialist Callsign: Monarch 4 Mech: Shadow Hawk

Age: 23 Height: 180cm Pronouns: She/Her Identity: CIS Female Sexuality: Bisexual

A woman eager to make a name for herself beyond her past, Kara is a young warrior who began her career similarly to Adrian, fighting off pirates in a hand-me-down 'Mech. Unlike Adrian, she went to join the Word of Blake. After being marooned on a frozen wasteland, she deprogrammed with the help of the locals and got a job fighting with Coldharbor Claymore.

Kayumi Riku

Skills (G/P): 4/5 Special Pilot Abilities: None. Callsign: Monarch 5 Mech: Vulture

Age: 19 Height: 172cm Pronouns: He/Him Identity: AMAB Feminine Non-Binary Sexuality: Gay

Kayumi grew up in the Draconis combine as the son of a professional mech duelist and inherited their mother's Vulture. Despite being a very new mechwarrior compared to the other members of the team, Riku-san shows extreme skill and is a deft pilot. He's weirdly professional in his tone while piloting mechs but often says things that are very unprofessional. For example, he'll often trade out things like "firing on target" for "hugging target". He's also started to say "UwU" or "OwO" as a sign off instead of "over". Yes, he says UwU and OwO out loud. Needless to say, the entire Monarch lance has taken him in as a protege.

Support Staff

Lucy Manhattan

Age: 24 Height: 176cm Pronouns: She/Her Identity: CIS Female Sexuality: Lesbian

Lucy has been a close friend of Adrian's since they were young, always supporting him and dreaming of the stars alongside him. Now she serves alongside him as a Mechtech. She's competent with a laser pistol but is a pacifist at heart.

Taggard Young

Callsign: Monarch Actual

Age: 23 Height: 180cm Pronouns: He/Him Identity: AFAB Male Sexuality: Straight

Taggard Young started his career as a pilot in the Lyran Commonwealth. Now he serves as the pilot of the Monarch Dropship used by Coldharbor Claymore

Former Pilots

None yet thankfully.

Unused Mechs and Equipment

1 x Roughneck

My Writings and RPs in Canonical Order

Operation Touchdown

Before the Drop

Drop Confirmed

Approaching Coen

Coen Arrival

Exposure Therapy

Refit and Repair

The Future Deciding Past Rides Again

A Token of Gratitude

How Adrian Took a Dominator

Meet Riku-San

OOC Stuff

Hi, I'm @waluigis-biggest-fan (He/Him) and this is my Battletech RP Blog focused around Green Scimitar, a mercenary group out for C-Bills but not so much that they won't do what's right if forced to choose.

What I'll Do in RP

I'm comfortable with characters flirting and outright nsfw or fade to black stuff but, of course, I don't expect that and I'm not great at NSFW. I'm also cool with muse shipping.

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Roleplaying Races 14: Trox

(art by Nicholas “Rookzer0” on Artstation)

And here we have another example of an ancestry originally created as an example in ARG’s race builder, this one demonstrating how strange and powerful you could make a playable race. The result was powerful and bulky beetle-folk with a chip on their shoulder.

While there doesn’t seem to be any one specific inspiration for this ancestry, fantasy has always been full of big, monstrous peoples who may or may not actually be surprisingly gentle despite their bulk and fearsomeness.

Interestingly, trox got a major update to their lore in Starfinder, which we’ll talk about momentarily.

As we learn in Starfinder, the trox as a people were created by the goddess Hylax as her envoys and sentinels, and are in fact native to the Liavaran moon of Nchak. However, while the majority of their people lived in relative peace, that group is not who we are talking about today.

You see, many trox were sealed inside protective asteroids by their goddess and launched to various other worlds to serve as envoys for her diplomatic ways, and one such stone fell to Golarion in the ancient past. However, the Golarion clan had the misfortune of being discovered by the duergar , who saw their physical might and similarity to the giant beetles they already used as beasts of burden and enslaved them, subjecting them to eugenic breeding programs and alchemical enhancement to turn them into powerful brutes.

Many trox have since rebelled and broken free, escaping to the surface, only to discover that the evils of slavery were present there as well. As such, while they retain some aspects of their heritage, the trox of Golarion are distrustful of other species due to the suffering their people have gone through.

Sporting heavy chitin elytra, mandibles, and armor, trox resemble humanoid beetles, but they are not fully arthropod-like in anatomy, sporting an internal skeleton as well and soft fleshy parts as well. Additionally, they also sport an array of smaller appendages on their chests in addition to their bipedal arms and legs. While not strong and articulate enough to wield objects, they can come in handy.

While the trox of Golarion have become brutish and somewhat violent, they share with their ancestors a strong sense of community that overrides personal desires, they also prove inquisitive, eager to learn about the ways of others, and fiercely loyal to those the call friends. Sadly, the vast majority of them still live in slavery, either to the duergar or to surface slavers of various peoples.

Trox are immensely strong, but centuries of conditioning have dulled their minds in all regards.

Despite their bulk, they prove surprisingly agile when they need to be.

Their night-eyes also suit them well for a life underground.

This in turn is fueled by their powerful digging claws, making them swift under the ground.

The conditioning that they were subjected to and the subsequent fury this engenders also makes them surprisingly violent when replying to the attacks of foes that have harmed them.

Additionally, their grabbing appendages are quite useful for latching onto a grappled foe, freeing up their arms to fight other foes.

There is one alternate option for the trox, representing those trox that have trained themselves to abandon their rage and focus, tapping into an atrophied vibration sense, all the better to notice when invisible foes like their duergar slavers are coming.

With their extremely high strength bonus, trox are very suited for melee builds, particularly grapple builds thanks to their extra appendages, making any combat class a good pick for them. The penalty to all three mental stats is something of a deterrent for any caster or skill-based class, but not an insurmountable one. In fact, the fact that their penalty applies to all three means that it’s almost like the board is even between the three, just expect to have to make a little effort to bring them in line with other casters and characters. Any class that can blend casting with more traditional combat will probably work best for them, such as druid, magus, paladin, and warpriest.

That does it for today, but we’ve got one more entry to do before we’re done. Look forward to it tomorrow!

[katnisshawkeye]

Abhorsen

Scheda informativa

Titolo originale: Abhorsen

Terzo capitolo de: Trilogia del Vecchio Regno

Autore: Garth Nix

Editore: Fazi Editore

Prima edizione: 2024

Pagine: 380

Prezzo: € 18,50

Trama

Dopo secoli di cattività, il Distruttore sta per tornare libero: Orannis non è più imprigionato nelle profondità della terra e sta cercando di spezzare l'ultimo vincolo che gli impedisce di esercitare i suoi terribili poteri. Mentre il Vecchio Regno cade ancora una volta nell'oscurità e nel terrore, la popolazione può confidare solo nell'Abhorsen, flagello dei morti. Ma l'Abhorsen Sabriel si è recata ad Ancelstierre insieme a suo marito il re e nessuno ha più ricevuto notizie. Soltanto Lirael, erede alla carica di Abhorsen, ha qualche possibilità di fermare Orannis, anche se non ha idea di come fare. Fino a poco tempo fa era semplicemente un'assistente bibliotecaria, che speranze può avere di salvare il mondo? Guidata da una visione delle Clayr, Lirael decide di mettersi in viaggio insieme ai suoi fidati compagni – Sameth, la Canaglia e Mogget – per cercare ovunque, sia nel regno dei vivi che in quello dei morti, qualcosa che la aiuti a fermare il Distruttore. Ma tra i mostri d'ombra e malvagi negromanti, sembra che Nicholas, il migliore amico di Sameth, si sia lasciato manipolare dai poteri di Orannis e stia collaborando con lui. Che possibilità ha una giovane donna di sconfiggere un potere in grado di distruggere la vita stessa?

Recensione

È sempre meglio agire.

Con l'Abhorsen — il terzo volume della Trilogia del Vecchio Regno — si conclude il viaggio di Lirael che, partita dal Ghiacciaio delle Clayr come “Clayr senza vista” trova non solo il suo posto nel mondo, ma anche una famiglia e degli amici che, con il tempo, imparerà a conoscere, così come diventerà un'Abhorsen degna del suo ruolo, orgoglio di suo padre, Abhorsen prima di Sabriel,e della stessa Sabriel sua sorellastra, proprio come sua madre Arielle aveva previsto.

Meglio non contare le mele prima di aver piantato l'albero. [...] La vita andava avanti, sebbene in una lotta continua.

Come nei precedenti volumi Lirael e, prima ancora, Sabriel, anche nell'Abhorsen sono contenuti preziosi insegnamenti, tra cui il non mettere fretta al tempo e alle proprie capacità e abilità di spledendere, e il non arrendersi mai di fronte alle difficoltà.

La scrittura di Garth Nix ti tiene incollato alle pagine, piene di colpi di scena e avventure che vorresti davvero vivere in prima persona, nonostante l'oscurità e l'incombente malasorte del mondo che potrebbe polverizzare tutto il conosciuto, tanto che anche nel fortuito caso in cui Lirael e i suoi compagni non fossero riusciti a fermare il Orannis, il Distruttore, la fantasia del lettore sarebbe galoppata: se per pura fortuna un singolo individuo, o un paio di esseri viventi, fossero riusciti a scampare alla morte certa, cosa sarebbe loro successo? Un interrogativo che, comunque, non si pone se non in un finale alternativo.

L'epilogo dell'Abhorsen lascia comunque spazio all'immaginazione: in cosa consiste il nuovo e inaspettato percorso di Nicholas Sayre?

Valutazione

★★★★★ 5/5

La serie Trilogia del Vecchio Regno

Sabriel Lirael Abhorsen

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i do what i have to do

a selective, dash only primarily tristamp nicholas d. wolfwood rp account by melee.

banner art: @nihilisticgenesis icon art: @carnivalfair

mun: melee age: 29 pronouns: they/them

follows from @typhoonvash

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rules: -18+ only. no minors. -this account follows the plot of Trigun Stampede, however Trimax plot threads/characters may pop up because i like the mix of the two. -unless stated otherwise (i.e. same verse/au) each blog gets their own verse. this allows us to develop a meaningful plot and diverse interactions without stepping on any toes. Do not ask me to be exclusive. -doubles okay and encouraged. -n/s/f/w sometimes and only with 21+ muns. will be properly tagged and placed under a read more when intense. -rp style: multiparagraph preferred with small text. i will not be using icons, but feel free to use yours. -if you are a multimuse, there is a high chance we won't interact. it's nothing against multimuses, but i'm looking for serious, long standing rp, not short interactions. i also prefer to keep my dash clean of anything that's not trigun or my rp partners. -oc rp is friend only and very selective. -not interested in drama. -shipping is by discussion only. flirtation is fine, but if you want his heart you gotta work for it. -Will not ship: pl*ntwood, liv//wood -will tag common triggers not present in trigun. blood, violence, and alcohol will not be tagged. i try to read bios for personal triggers, but please let me know if it's extremely serious/common/i mess up.

m!a status: closed

anons: open

random starters: open

threads preferred, but short interactions will happen.

often canon divergent/in aus. will be tagged as such.

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short bio: Name: Nicholas D. Wolfwood Age: around 25-27, birthdate unknown. Height: 6'2" Sex/Gender: cis male (he/him) Sexuality: ??? Occupation: "Undertaker", "Priest" Family/Connections: n/a, Hopeland Orphanage, Livio the Doublefang Weapons: The Punisher (multipurpose cross-shaped heavy weapon), handguns, serrated knife, sharpened canines. Abilities: S+ compatibility. regeneration (natural and via serum), high pain tolerance. hand to hand combat, melee combat, and firearms. enhanced strength capable of lifting several hundred pounds with mere fingers. increased stamina. excels at gaining intel and getting close to targets before execution. applies creativity and cleverness to strategy, allowing for unforeseen successful outcomes. the near perfect weapon—behavior and independent habits need work.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood (a.k.a. The Punisher) is a weapon and extension of the Eye of Michael, a cult worshiping the two Angels of salvation. He is trained in various styles of combat and marksmanship, which he uses to fulfill his contracts—assassinations, executions, and search and retrieve are the most common.

He's trusted with a special contract: retrieve the Angel. Deliver Him safely. Protect the Angel.

Like a good, functional tool, he obeys and is rewarded with the guaranteed safety of Hopeland Orphanage and its children; no more will become victims or lab rats. His current status with the organization is unknown after the JuLai incident.

He didn't expect to make friends. He expected to kill them. He didn't expect the Angel to thank him for his work. He expected the Angel to hate him for his betrayal.

verse list

canon divergence: 7 [appearance] [half-nude] [main outfit post w14] [more art]

canon divergence: outlaw verse [appearance]

other muse(s):

midvalley: @thathollowsound

[fancifulflora]

Jayce “Button” Wiseman

This is my Button from the Choice game made by @mindblindbard​ I’ll dunno if I can write it as well as the other IFs on my list but I’ll try after some research lol (Picrew)

Name Meaning: Healer, Cure (It doesn’t really have much to do with why they’re named that way though lmao- the answer is a lot sillier than you’d think)

Callsign: Hemera

Aeon Program: M.I.V N.P.O - Trial

Pollard Score: Zero Five

Age: 20

Birthdate: 20XX, September 5th

Pronouns: He/They

Height: 198 cm/ 6′6

Weight: 86.3 kg

Appearance: Smooth, beige skin that tans quickly when exposed to the sun. Light blue eyes and black, shoulder-length hair that is pulled into a small ponytail and is otherwise left untamed. Very tall in stature and built like a large dorito with moderate muscle definition. Wears dark clothing but shies away from black to get out of their “loner” days in high school. Has multiple piercings in the ear and some on the face. Has a full-sleeve tattoo on their right arm and a bunch of tattoos on their back. Will grow stubble if left unchecked for a few weeks.

Noticeable Attributes: Tattoos creeping up the neck and down one arm- possibly more hidden, small cut through the right eyebrow, thick lashes.

Default Expression: Apathetic

Character Traits: Expident, Charismatic, Confident, Accepting  

Description:

An excerpt from UNITY’s Student Evaluation for Cadet Wiseman. Evaluation Instructor: Ambrose S. Kim

As the second and most recent student to enroll in the Non-Psychic Operative Program (N.P.O), Jayce Wiseman has already shown strategic promise as a MIV during their first assignment- as low risk as it was.

 Wiseman also shows physical prowess as well, demonstrating adept usage of melee weaponry and kickboxing in hand-to-hand combat. If they are able to continue their training, Wiseman could turn out to be a valuable asset in Unity’s mission.

A section from a letter sent from Nicholas “Hyacinth” Wiseman to Hope Wiseman

Alright, alright, enough going on about myself (Although I’m an admittedly pretty interesting topic). I should get on to the juicy content you’ve probably been waiting for!

Your dearest Detective Nick’s report on Button (Should I get that trademarked? I should get it trademarked.)

I know you two talk every day but Button doesn’t even think to add all the important details about themselves. Like, for example, how they stole my motorcycle for themselves a few months ago and almost immediately started working on it. 

Sure, I might not use it at all, but I’m 80% certain I’m the one still paying insurance. And before you say anything, don’t worry Mom, I always make sure that they put on their helmet before they go crazy.

Aside from calling me Saint Nick, Jayce’s also gotten into the habit of calling me “Little” brother ever since they hit their growth spurt- just because they’re a few inches taller. He’s also insistent that he’s the more attractive one out of the two of us since he’s a little bulkier and has tattoos and piercings.

“People like tattoos,” He insists.

Oh! There was also this one night I was working late at Aeon so I told Button ‘bout where the leftovers were in the fridge.

Get this though, it’s the sweetest thing ever- and most definitely something Jayce hasn’t told you- but I came home and my little bro was asleep on the couch. More importantly, he made dinner! 

I’m wiping away a fake tear as I write this, just wanted you to know, Mom.

It’s getting late though and we’ve only got a week till Button has their first day at Unity, so I should go get started on dinner and keep Jayce all fueled up, especially when they’ve been busy taking their worries out on poor punching bags at the kickboxing center downtown.

I’ll be sure to write to you soon! Take care of yourself, Mom.

- Nick

Bonus Information:

MTBI:  INTJ-A, The Architect

Temperament: Choleric 

Zodiac: Virgo Sun, Scorpio Moon, Capricorn Rising

Alignment: Neutral Good

Greatest Assets: Optimistic and Resilient

Greatest Flaws: Combative. Very Combative. And Critical.

[indulgentia]

█   ＢＡＳＩＣ   ＩＮＦＯ :

Nᴀᴍᴇ:  Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Aʟɪᴀꜱ:  Nick, Mr. Preacher, Punisher

Wᴇᴀᴩᴏɴ:  Punisher  --  a cross that is both machine gun and rocket launcher, can be used as a shield or just as the holder of many mini pistols. It’s usually wrapped in belted sheets.

Aɢᴇ:  28 years old

Bɪʀᴛʜ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ:  Unknown  ( Gemini )

Bɪʀᴛʜᴩʟᴀᴄᴇ:  City of December, Gunsmoke aka No Man's Land  --  a desert planet located within the binary star system Delta Trianguli and is known to have at least five moons orbiting it

Sᴩᴇᴄɪᴇꜱ:  Human  /  Genetically engineered organism

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:  Cisgender Male

Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:  Bisexual  /  Demiromantic

Oᴄᴄᴜᴩᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:  Priest  /  Gunslinger

Aʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ:  Chaotic Neutral

MBTI ᴛyᴩᴇ:  ESFJ  ( Provider ) ⠀

█     ＰＨＹＳＩＣＡＬ   ＴＲＡＩＴＳ :

Eyᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ:  Dark Grey

Hᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ:  Jet Black

Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ:  183 cm (6')

Bᴏᴅy ʙᴜɪʟᴅ:  Fit and ripped

Nᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴩʜyꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ:  dark brown skin tone. Broad shoulders and a thin waist with an astonishing sense of balance that allows him to carry his weapon.   ⠀

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Iɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ & ꜰɪɴᴇꜱꜱᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴇᴀᴩᴏɴꜱ ɪɴ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ:   Due to his severe training, not only has he effectively grasped the practice of gunman-ship, but also of a multitude of types of weapons, from melee to short range. His body also allowed him to be considered skilled the hand-to-hand combat, mostly a result of the times he was out of ammo to use.

Sᴜᴩᴇʀʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ, ᴅᴜʀᴀʙɪʟɪᴛy ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇxᴇꜱ:  Between being an excellent gunman, he has automated healing, divine sensory abilities, a body like steel and advanced muscle mass, all thanks to the experiments performed on him by the Eye of Michael. The only downfall of all these abilities is the fact that he ages faster than a normal person.

Pᴀʀᴋᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜʙᴛᴇʀꜰᴜɢᴇ:  The priest honed his ability to escape from all kinds of places ( and heights ), using agility and dexterity to get away from obstacles and trouble.

Gʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴩᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍᴜɴᴅᴀɴᴇ ᴄʜᴏʀᴇꜱ:  As a result of his humble origin, he is highly skilled in daily life tasks, besides being an excellent cook, he’s extremely skilled in cleaning, child caring, among other things. ⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   Noted several times for forsaking his vow of "Thou Shall Not Kill", he's also known to be lecherous as well as a womanizer following more of a hedonistic or pleasurable style, while still following some religious beliefs. Even so, this is nothing but a facade that covers a man that’s Negative, Protective, Logical, Contradictory, Reserved, Pessimistic, Resigned, Cold, Prudent and somewhat Shy.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  Wolfwood represents human cruelty when he is in trouble. he is completely contradictory, a priest who kills and a man forced into evil without wanting to. He believes that humans cannot change and considers himself a lost cause in the sight of God, believing himself unforgivable for his past; so he continues to kill and face his sins in the opposite way to that of his friend Vash The Stampede, feeling defective in seeing how Vash succeeds not to kill.

 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  He was raised by an abusive guardian (presumably his uncle), who he later shoots and kills. Nicholas was raised in an orphanage on the outskirts of December where he acted as an older-brother figure to the other children. In his teenage years, he was adopted and forced into the Eye of Michael, becoming Chapel's apprentice. The cult genetically modified Wolfwood's body to have super-human performance and skill. After years of training, Wolfwood was given the Punisher as a result of showing exceptional potential within the organization. "Punisher" also became Wolfwood's official title in the Eye of Michael. Later on, Wolfwood establishes an orphanage and throughout the years he takes on jobs being a hired gun in order to raise money for it making it a mission to prevent any children from suffering and growing up to be like him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   The catalyst of Wolfwood's defection from the Eye of Michael started with the attempted murder of Chapel. Wolfwood then impersonated Chapel to get into the Gung-Ho-Guns so that he may kill Knives Millions on his own, which he failed to do. Instead, Knives gave Wolfwood the mission to guide and take care of Vash. From this point, it has been four years since Wolfwood was taken from the orphanage. The Eye of Michael's genetic modifications caused Wolfwood's metabolism to speed up dramatically, resulting in his body aging several years in little time, Wolfwood appears as almost middle-aged man where he is realistically in his early adult years.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀   Even so, he has people he cares about and tries to protect by doing everything, and he never kills without the danger of dying. in the manga, Wolfwood evolves by discovering fear, and when he feels at fault, he justifies himself by saying that he is only a human being, consequently he cannot risk as Vash does .

[duranduratulsa]

Up next on my 80's Fest Movie 🎬 🎞 🎥 marathon...A Nightmare On Elm Street 4: The Dream Master (1988) on glorious vintage Media Home Entertainment VHS 📼! #movies #Movie #horror #anightmareonelmstreet #anightmareonelmstreet4 #ANightmareOnElmStreet4TheDreamMaster #wescraven #RIPWesCraven #freddy #freddykrueger #robertenglund #Tuesdayknight #rodneyeastman #kensagoes #lisawilcox #ANDRASJONES #brookebundy #BrookeTheiss #toyenewkirk #mickeyyablans #robertshaye #nicholasmele #RennyHarlin #racheltalalay #linneaquigley #jefflevine #vintage #VHS #mediahomeentertainment #80s #80sfest #durandurantulsas6thannual80sfest

[therealmrpositive]

Hollywood and Elm Part 3 - A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master (1988)

in today’s review, I put my learned experience to the test. as I attempt a #positive review of the 1988 sequel The Dream Master #LisaWilcox #DannyHassel #RobertEnglund #TuesdayKnight #BrookeTheiss #KenSagoes #RodneyEastman #AndrasJones #NicholasMele

Our imagination can be our own worst enemy sometimes, we need reassurance, even in the face of insurmountable evidence. Even then, all our collected experiences may go out of the window, in the face of our deepest fears. In 1988, after ending with the ultimate sacrifice, the survivors begin to readjust to normal lives, only releasing that their nightmares were just beginning, unless they can…

[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

FIRST ROUND: 39th Tilt

“The Sherriff of Nottingham”, The Sword of Sherwood Forest (1960) VS. Sandor "The Hound" Clegane, Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

Propaganda

“The Sherriff of Nottingham”, The Sword of Sherwood Forest (1960) Portrayed by: Peter Cushing Defeated Opponents: - The Red Death [John Westbrook], The Masque of the Red Death (1964)

“There are lots of hot Sheriffs of Nottingham out there, but you’ll be hard-pressed to find any so refined and erudite in his dastardliness as this one (or with such killer cheekbones)."

Sandor Clegane, Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Portrayed by: Rory McCann Defeated Opponents: - Sir Lancelot [Nicholas Clay], Excalibur (1981)

“Sandor Clegane is a very handsome man, dark, mysterious, and badly scarred which makes him way more attractive and desirable. His sense of humor is very dark, yet hilarious, and the way he protects those he cares for is heartening. He also loves a good chicken or two!”

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

Additional Propaganda

For The Sheriff:

For Sandor Clegane:

[full-of-mercy]

Cut for content: canon-typical violence with some whump for spice

The butt of a Grader is as effective a bludgeoning tool as anything else. Metal strikes skull and the crippled slaver is out like a light, spittle-slick threats silenced all at once in a stinking slump.

Nicholas wanted to kill them to a man. He could have. It would have been simple with them all clustered around their caravan and campfires, but they'd chosen their staging ground for its cover, and crossfire was too great a risk to the young lives trammeled like animals.

It was never going to be anything but messy. Human traffickers never go down easy, and they are always loaded for bear.

The dust has settled and despite traded bullets and close-quarters melee during a baited chase, nobody died. As the gunpowder smell wafts clear on the cold night air, Wolfwood finds he still wants to end the captors-turned-captives, and he cannot blame his conditioning for that.

Dangerous thinking. If it starts there, where does it stop? Will an effort to protect just make things worse, more desperate?

Vash is right, much Nicholas he hates to admit it, as much as that hate feels like a crown of thorns around the pit where his heart should be. Not about the pacifism, there was no peaceful resolution to be had.

But it is better this way. Better to have aimed for the knees and the crotches. Better to leave them with a story to tell in hushed whispers, paranoid looking over their shoulders.

He has to chew on it. On the truth. On something that resonates even as he binds limp hands into a secure hogtie. The children these slavers kidnapped didn't need to see death tonight. Not so close, and not on their behalf. They are alive, they will recover, returned to their families.

"Come get the head scumbag," he calls out to the others--he can't trust himself with keeping them alive long enough to collect the town's gratitude.

Just as he stands with a mind to help patrol and guard, he hears a crack!

Distant. Not distant.

Thundering. His ears ring, and he doesn't feel it, not at first, the overrun of adrenaline in his system a potent analgesic. Watery-limbed and sluggish, he turns to see.

See her. A little girl, she can't be ten, school clothes dirty and tattered, with a pistol in her shaking hands. It's too big for her, snub and blunt and brutal and still smoking. She had to pull the trigger with both index fingers, and the pale terror on her face pulls her expression into a rictus, a grimace, like a teary skull in the moonlight.

Nicholas drops to a knee with both palms up.

"Easy, easy," he wants to say. Tries to. But he can't. It comes out as a gurgle he can taste as gravity doubles in strength, his heartbeat speeding to cope with the crimson soaking his shirt. Lips. Chin.

It's alright, he wants to say, I understand, sometimes it's hard to tell who's here to help. He wants to. God, he wants to soothe the furious horror there, allay the panic. Fleeting thought - did I look like that? - flickers as he strains, reaching past the hole in his chest for his ampoules, the ammunition for himself.

She pulls the trigger again, reacting to a perceived threat.

Click. Click.

No bullets, couldn't cock the hammer. Nicholas falls. So does the gun. The little girl flees into the desert, and as he races against blood loss and biting cold, struggling to crack open the glass, all he can think as blackness swarms is not now, not yet, can't make her a killer.

[ladylunavoodoo13]

Muse

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Biographical Information

Kanji Name: None

Romanji Name: Ysabelle Godoy

Alias: Muse

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Personal Description

Birthday: August 25

Age:

13 (Ch. 1-2)

14 (Ch. 3 - little bit after the final Exams Arc)

15 (Forest Training Arc - Current)

(Can be aged up for rps)

Gender: Female

Height: 142.24cm (4’8”)

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Hazel; White when using Quirk

Blood Type: O

Quirk: Imagination

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Status

Status: Alive

Birthplace: Panorama City, California

Family:

Teresa Godoy (Mother, deceased)

Nicholas Galanis (Father)

William Davis (Step father, deceased)

Danielle Davis (Half Sister)

Unknown Older Half Brother

Unknown Older Half Sister

Unknown Younger Half Brother

Lorenzo Godoy (Uncle, deceased)

Occupation: Student

Affiliation: LA Hero Training Academy (Formerly)

U.A. High School

Teams: Wild Wolf Agency (Formerly, was her Step-Dad’s)

Endeavor Agency (formerly)

Fighting Style: Melee

Long-Range

Armed Combat

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First Appearance

Manga Debut: Ch. 253 (When the war starts)

Anime Debut: 113 (just a little bit before)

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Portrayal

Japanese VA: Kana Hanazawa (specifically when she plays Mayuri Shiina)

English VA: Laura Bailey (specifically when she plays Tohru Honda)

Links:

Child Japanese VA: Maria Naganawa (specifically when she voices Kanna)

Child English VA: Megan Shipman (when she voices Anya)

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I’ll help as many people as I can, no matter what it takes! Being a hero means never giving up on saving anyone, right? I’ll save you!

Ysabelle Godoy also known as Belle or Muse is an American transfer student who was sent out to help Japan during the War alongside her step-father, Wild Wolf. She’s a year younger than the first years due to skipping a year and helped her father whenever he would teach War Tactics and Quirkless Combat.

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Appearance

She looks like the drawing above except with light tan skin and tattoos on her arms, legs, chest, back, and etcetera. She has eyes tattooed on the her eyelids that show when she closes her eyes or blinks, wings tattooed on her spine, webs tattooed on her palms, a tattoo sleeve on her right leg, and more (still working out other ideas to tie into her quirk)!

Later on throughout the war, her hair gets longer and she sports a couple scars due to fighting. She’s noted to be rather short and tiny in comparison to the other heroes. She also has a utility belt full of a deck of cards she made herself (that ties into her quirk) and first aid supplies. She wears the U.A. uniform normally for the most part, her tie being tied into a bow and ink and pencil stains on her sleeves.

Her civilian outfits tend to change time to time from cozy to hippy to just plain pjs depending. She also wears cat-eye framed glasses and has consistent ink and pencil stains on even her face with her hair in a messy bun.

As a kid, she looked more scrawny and often wore a shirt with a skirt with leggings under and light up shoes, her hair a short and fluffy bob.

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Personality

Chaotic orange cat with anxiety. I’m tired of writing lol.

I’ll discuss her quirk later.