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AR5 makes strides, Shane Steichen reduces monotony, top 3 Colts are a problem, IU vs. WVA at 7p, and Frank Vogel bounces back - again!
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Invasion of the Animal People (1959)
#invasion of the animal people gif#terror in the midnight sun#space invasion of lapland#monster movies#50s sci-fi#swedish movies#virgil w. vogel#50s movies#1950s#1959#gif#chronoscaph gif
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Terror in the Midnight Sun | Virgil W. Vogel | 1959
Lars Åhrén
#Lars Åhrén#Virgil W. Vogel#Terror in the Midnight Sun#1959#Invasion of the Animal People#Rymdinvasion i Lappland
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(wip) everyone clap Ortrun exists outside of the fastest sketches ever now
#i think i need to make the lines for his wrinkles a little more prominent tbh#not like he doesnt have access to fantasy filler tho#ortrun vogel#dark grows the sun#wip#fin sketches#i was sketching different poses for his right arm and hand for like an hour i know it needs work lol
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Phoenix Suns 'dismiss' HC Frank Vogel
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Happy for AZ sports
The D'Backs are playing lights out baseball and Vogel is gonna get the Sun's in position to make a run at an NBA championship.
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Sei frei wie ein Vogel und strahle wie Gold dabei.
#aesthetic#art#kunst#ästhetik#spirituality#illustration#red#colorful#poesia#poetry#oil#öl#bird#vogel#sunny#sun#sunrise#turm#tower
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[ text ] I miss you. / abbie to rhett .. i’m quaking
[ text ] I miss you too
[ text ] It isn't the same here without you
[ text ] Maybe I can come visit you soon
#honestly what if i flew into the sun#what then#htsdfferent#htsdfferent : abbie graves.#interaction : rhett vogel.#q.
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frank vogel came back to haunt me omg
#jk i am not the same person i was in 2022#he wasn't even bad he just had to deal with russell westbrook and a bunch of senior citizens#the best coach in nba history (popabitch or whatever he's called) would miss the playoffs with that squad#and i was in my feelings bc melo was on that team and i wanted him to succeed. but its different now#mr vogel i'm sorry for what i said can u please get the suns to a title#nba#phoenix suns#speaking of hc escapades. when r the blazers gonna get a new one#one with a sliver of hair on his head#i know we only had him for 2 seasons i don't care I WANT HIM GONEEEEEE#spit shiny bald head lookin ass didn't wanna play shaedon when it mattered. i hate him#sigh n e ways#now i'm fr gone tho goobye
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TERROR IN THE MIDNIGHT SUN aka INVASION OF THE ANIMAL PEOPLE Reviews and free on YouTube in both versions
‘Monsters from outer space bring…’ Terror in the Midnight Sun is a 1959 Swedish sci-fi horror film directed by Virgil W. Vogel. The movie stars Barbara Wilson, Sten Gester and Robert Burton. For the 1962 American release Invasion of the Animal People, low-budget filmmaker Jerry Warren removed some of the original footage and added newly-shot scenes plus narration by John Carradine. Plot: After…
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#1959#Barbara Wilson#film#Invasion of the Animal People#Jerry Warren#John Carradine#movie#review#reviews#Robert Burton#Swedish#Terror in the Midnight Sun#Virgil W. Vogel
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#bird#birds#vogel#voegel#schatten#shadow#sun#tauben#pigeon#taube#dove#light and shadow#old man#alster mann
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00 . . . “ the hunter and the cursed ones’ medical records ”
— this translation may not be 100% accurate or may contain creative liberties for characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost or claim these as your own!
— this story is told from Roger’s point of view. it’s recommended, but not necessarily required, to read the second prologue before reading this.
— cw: none.
At an unexpected time, a pure white evil had descended upon England.
The castle had since suddenly become more noisy, but the one who had to pay attention especially——was someone like myself.
Alfons: I’m coming in, Roger. Victor entrusted me to hand you this book...
A: I must say, this is quite a sight to behold.
Documents were scattered everywhere in the room, leaving no room to maneuver or step around, and Al, seeing this, furrowed his brows.
Alfons: I can’t help but wonder if you’ve made a sore blunder and just up and left in the middle of the night?
A: All that said, I do hold my doubts on whether it’s even possible to run away with that big body of yours...
Roger: Trying to start up another argument as always, huh.
R: I was just thinking I should sort out all these different types of research documents.
Alfons: And why is that?
Roger: ‘Cause of Vogel.
R: Not like I know if they’ve got some ulterior motive hidden up their sleeve, but in those cases there’s no such thing as exercising too much caution.
Alfons: Seldom comes a time when I do agree with you, but it seems we do see eye to eye in this matter.
Al picked up one of the documents from the floor with his fingers.
Alfons: Well, I’ll be, this is our medical records [1], no?
Roger: That it is, it’s highly confidential too.
Alfons: Height, weight, medical history...
A: Dear me, to have this written as well. It’s as though the notion of privacy is nonexistent!
Roger: Don’t go taking my tenacity so lightly now?
R: Well, all that said, it’s not like I don’t know where you’re coming from. To know everything about someone else is basically the same as grasping their weaknesses.
R: But, on the flip side, you could also say that if I’m the one holding onto such information, I could save you guys’ lives.
Alfons: Hah. I suppose it is a case of the same coin having two sides.
Roger: Pretty interesting stuff, right? See, for example, Jude—
Alfons: .........
A: Just how long do you plan on continuing this?
While playing with the document with his fingers as though having little interest in them,
ashy gray eyes looked my way.
(I’ve never talked about the real reason I’ve joined Crown.)
(That is, aside from this person before me, who’s an old acquaintance of mine, though begrudgingly so.)
Roger: What, you want me to pay more attention to you?
Alfons: Most definitely not. So by all means, do continue your unproductive research.
A: Well then, I’ve done what I needed to do here, so I will take my leave.
Roger: Wait, Al.
Alfons: What is it?
I waved Al’s medical record as I read it aloud.
Roger: Alfons Sylvatica. Bearer of the Mirror Curse.
R: Sound for someone who’s regularly unsystematic. Has a stomach that rivals that of a beast.
R: And...
R: A friend from the old times, whom I’d like to get along better with me.
Alfons: And that is exactly why Jude calls you a ‘quack of a doctor.’
That was all he said before he closed the door, the sound cold and robotic.
Roger: Haha, he’s cold as always.
Now alone in the room, silence fell upon me as I looked out the window.
Rays of sun that penetrated through the leaves of trees came through, giving the medical records a streak of light.
(All I said was that I had an interest in the Cursed ones, so I was doing research on them.)
(But, that)
——was a complete lie.
There was no way I would choose not to succeed my family, instead joining an organization who specialized in assassination just because I was ‘interested.’
The reason I joined Crown, was because it was a place where Cursed ones gathered.
And it was also a place directly under Her Majesty the Queen, so it was a perfect place to gather information.
“The Cursed ones”——it was an absurd fate, bestowed by the whims of God.
(And I——want to rid the world of Curses.)
(That was the reason I turned to Crown,)
(and it was my ambition for a long time now.)
And the medical records of Crown showed that very ambition,
as I’ve made meticulous records on every member.
——No, every member but one.
(The Queen’s Aide, Victor.)
(On his record, and his alone, there is not a single piece of useful information written down.)
As I stared at his medical record, I felt myself returning to a memory from the past.
When I first met Victor, it was at the hideout a serial killer was residing in.
By the time I arrived at the scene, the criminal had already drew his last breath, and only long, jet black hair flowed in the wind.
That man turned around, not uttering a sound.
When our eyes met, the man with eyes like jewels gave me a lax smile.
Victor: Good evening to you. The full moon tonight is quite beautiful, isn’t it.
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[1] the apparent pronunciation (furigana) for this is [カルテ] (karute). It’s a Japanese loan word from the German word ‘Karte,’ which I believe translates to ‘card.’ In Japanese, though, it means a medical or clinical record for a patient. Anyway, any time you see ‘medical record,’ it is pronounced as karute.
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Terror in the Midnight Sun | Virgil W. Vogel | 1959
Barbara Wilson in gratuitous sexy shower scene (or possibly a body double)
#Barbara Wilson#Virgil W. Vogel#Terror in the Midnight Sun#1959#Invasion of the Animal People#Rymdinvasion i Lappland
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some dgts combination environment study+character sketching from today… mrs amaretto eun’s lovely home
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༊·˚ wrapped in wicked romance spin off - vogel : a date with darius
࿐pairing: Darius x f!reader ࿐scenario: Victor has assigned you a day of lover pretend with one of the Crown or Vogel members. Much to your surprise, Dari quickly volunteers. The deal? He is your boyfriend until dinnertime. Unless... ࿐wc: 1.2K ࿐tags: light R18, roleplay, light degradation, invasion of space, teasing, clit rubbing with foreign object ࿐a/n: hullo~ this idea came to me in a fever dream literally. basically this series is meant to mimic the endings/epilogues of the wrapped event we got with the Crown boys! i'm starting to hyperfixate on dari.... i thought it would be ring who would win me over from vogel but alas.. something about dari's effervescent voice skdfhjsd and he's cute!! hehe. anyway i wanted to write something for vogel since they weren't included in the welcome event wrapped in wicked romance! hope you enjoy~~ next will be ring then nica.
-> ༊ a date with ring coming soon
-> ༊ a date with nica coming soon
After a long day of pretending to be Darius's lover, you are all but relieved to part ways with him now that dinner has ended.
Not that there was anything wrong with his company per se; you quite enjoyed your time with him - learning more about his likes, dislikes, his mannerisms.
You learned he has a childlike innocence to him, with his fickle nature and interesting eating habits. You two wandered about London in the morning before stopping at a café that finally had a scone and hot drink to his liking (picky boy). His treat, of course. At midday, you assisted him in note taking at his scheduled meetings. In public, he called you his "adorable doll", acting quite dignified and showing you off among the other international noblemen and parliamentary members. In the carriage ride back to the castle in late afternoon, he gently held your hand to help you in and out, smiling softly while watching your every move.
It was, in the truest sense of the word, a splendid day with him.
However, there were times when the conversation between you two stopped and the silence was so pronounced that you could hear your own heartbeat. In those seemingly harmless seconds, void of meaning, you swear you caught a glimpse of him as something other than a honey-eyed, gregarious gentleman.
Something imposing, something dark.
As if a shadow of a hand stretched behind your neck while you weren't looking, the sensation causing gooseflesh to rise. As if an uncanny feeling gurgled its way up from the depths of doubt and made itself a reality before you.
"Mm?" he inquired, "What is this spacey expression you wear on your face?"
The bright tone of his voice snapped you back into the moment. You must have gotten lost in your thoughts again... just how many times has that happened today?
"Ah, I'm sorry, it's nothing! I was just thinking back on the day..." you quickly cover up any sign of curiosity. "Thank you very much for treating me so well today, I had a good time."
"Why of course," he retorted, a prideful expression graced his face as he closed his eyes slowly in satisfaction.
"I'm surprised a normal little girl like you could keep up with the demanding schedule of Crown and Vogel members... But!! In any case, perhaps it was because of this pretense between us, that you enjoyed yourself so?"
Both of you stood in the hallway outside of the main dining room. The sunset was in full bloom on the horizon, sending golden rays onto the wall curtains akin to the locks of his bangs that draped his eyes. You look down at the notepad you are holding, fidgeting with the pages, and he turns to watch the slow drop of the sun outside while waiting for your response.
"I'm still not sure why Victor suggested this," you hestiantly reply, "but… yes, perhaps. Though I think that, even if we weren't pretending...,"
He listens to you while keeping his focus on the windows. Timidly, you continue, "..whether I was... with you in that way or not..," the corners of the pages curl with your nervousness, "... I would have still enjoyed your company."
Immediately you regret that last line. Damn!
Like a trained predator waiting for the first sound of its prey, Darius's eyes instantly cast a discerning side glance, his face still toward the window. Then, painfully slow, he turns his head to face you, keeping his eyes locked on yours all the while.
Ah… this again.
The sound of the grandfather clock at the end of the hallway was deafening.
*tic.. toc.. tic.. toc..*
It was absolute torture, these seconds.
“Haahhh…,” a sigh? No, a scoff left his lips as he took one step toward you. Suddenly you are filled with dread and… anticipation.
Another step.
He’s looking down. With the third step he will have closed the distance between you two. It takes everything in you not to step back. You instinctively pull your hands behind your back and swallow.
The third step echoes like an angel’s bell, the sound bouncing across the high ceilings and landing on your sensitive eardrums.
Mere centimeters away from you, Darius raises his eyes to meet yours while keeping his head hung slightly. The now darker, golden sunset rays hit his back and cast a black shadow on his fur coat and curly eyelashes. Yet his eyes remain a gleaming gold.
In this position he looks like a mischievous little boy. That smirk on his face, so unassuming and yet so demanding.
His head still cocked to one side, he leans into your ear and whispers in a melodic voice, “You are faaar too trusting, Miss Fairytale Keeper.” He lifts one hand up to your face, bringing his fingers to sweep across your cheekbone and downward until he grabs and lifts your chin.
“Ngh- Dari–!!”
“Shhhhhhh, shhhh,” with his other hand he waves his index finger *no* in front of your face which is locked-in by his grip, taunting you as if you did something naughty. He then slowly brings that index finger to your lips while shushing you.
“When I’m this close, I can’t help but be more intrigued by you,” he almost growls. “Such an innocent human girl, and yet these features…,” his finger traces your lips sensually, “...are practically begging to do that which should be left……unspoken.”
His sing-songy voice seemed to fill the entire hall with his presence. Even though you felt trapped against him and the wall, you can’t help but linger on the image he painted in your mind. More time alone with Darius… didn’t seem half bad.
“I-, I wouldn’t say I’m too trusting…,” you manage to squeak out. “I think I can decide for myself who to listen to, and what to do.” You try to stand your ground against him - first out of defiance, but second because you were strangely curious about what he may do to you next.
Your face grew hot as he kept his hand on your chin.
“Ohh?”
With his eyebrow raised and a lustful and scheming look in his eyes, he brings up his cane and presses it across your neck, belting you in. He drags the ornate hand-knob down your chest, ribcage, and waist, until it settles nicely in the warm nook between your thighs. Giving it a light twist, he chuckles.
“Tell me, my dear, sweet girl…,” Darius hums as he continues to twirl his cane into your folds. The smallest moan escapes your lips. “Do you think Crown could bear to part with their precious Robin?” An intoxicating fresh and luxurious scent rolls over you, along with the warmth of his breath. “Dare to entertain me?”
“That… I don’t know if I-” you mumble, squeezing your legs together a bit. Before you could finish, Darius cut you off by abruptly stepping back, leaving your face free from his grasp and your tingling heat yearning for more.
“Ahhh, an ordinary human, after all,” he muses and pouts, his voice tinged with disappointment.
Without turning to look back at you, he begins walking away to his room, leaving you frozen still against the wall. He waves a hand in the air as if to bid adieu.
“Goodnight, Miss Fairytale Keeper,” he says demurely before he turns the corner. His voice was distant, yet the shadow of his presence was still rooting you in your spot.
After you caught your breath, you meekly said goodnight to yourself before trudging back to your room.
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