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f1-tennisgirlie · 6 days ago

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So, a few days ago, I had a game night with my friends and we had the most chaotic game of Uno... This got me thinking and I have stewed on this for a few days, but this is how I think some of my favourite players play Uno..... Hope you like it <3

THE GREAT UNO WAR OF MONACO

Jack Draper had one simple, innocent goal: a peaceful, fun game night with his friends.

Unfortunately, his friends were a collection of unhinged individuals with no respect for human decency, sportsmanship, or basic morality.

The battlefield? A dimly lit penthouse in Monaco. The weapon? A deck of Uno cards. The stakes? Friendships, dignity, and possibly international peace.

PHASE ONE: LORENZO’S IMMEDIATE DOWNFALL

"We play with honor," Casper said, shuffling the deck.

"Honor is dead," Daniil replied, snatching the cards.

The game began. One round in, Lorenzo Musetti was already in distress.

"Why me?" he screeched as Matteo hit him with a Draw Two.

"It’s not personal," Matteo said kindly.

"IT FEELS PERSONAL."

Alex de Minaur, the most normal person in the room, sighed. "It’s literally been five minutes."

"AND YET I AM SUFFERING," Lorenzo wailed dramatically, pulling his cards close to his chest like they were love letters from a lost romance.

PHASE TWO: DANIIL BECOMES A MENACE

Jannik was playing a slow, strategic game. Stacking colors, keeping his options open. He felt good. He felt confident.

And then Daniil, ever the agent of chaos, said:

"I think Jack should suffer."

Jack barely had time to blink before Daniil dropped a Wild Draw Four.

"DANIIL, YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE," Jack howled, grabbing his new cards.

"Oh, come on," Daniil said, smirking. "We all knew this was coming."

Jack, now holding half the deck, turned to Alex for sympathy.

"Why are you looking at me?" Alex said, eyes shifting. "I’m just here to survive."

"Coward," Jack muttered.

PHASE THREE: THE BETRAYAL OF THE CENTURY

Jannik was getting close to victory. One card left. The light at the end of the tunnel was near.

And then Carlos, sitting beside him, sweetly placed a hand on Jannik’s arm.

"Mi amor," he cooed.

"No," Jannik said immediately.

"But baby—"

"NO."

Carlos, smiling like a villain in a telenovela, placed down a Reverse.

"Carlos, I swear—"

"Sorry, baby," Carlos said, "You should have been nicer to me earlier."

LORENZO TOOK HIS CHANCE.

"FOR ALL THE SUFFERING YOU HAVE CAUSED ME," Lorenzo bellowed, slamming down a Wild Draw Four.

Jannik screamed.

"LORENZO, YOU ABSOLUTE RAT."

"YOU MADE ME DRAW TWELVE CARDS IN ROUND ONE," Lorenzo shot back, standing dramatically as if he had just won a gladiator match. "THE STREETS REMEMBER."

Carlos was laughing so hard he almost fell off the couch.

PHASE FOUR: MATTEO JOINS THE DARK SIDE

Matteo had been quiet. Too quiet.

Then, with the slow precision of a man who had been waiting for the right moment, he placed down a Draw Two.

On Alex.

"MATTEO, YOU TRAITOR," Alex gasped.

"It’s nothing personal, mate," Matteo said with a shrug.

"You literally texted me ‘bestie’ earlier today."

"That was before Uno."

"You have destroyed me."

"That’s valid."

PHASE FIVE: LORENZO GOES ROGUE

Lorenzo, feeling powerful after his betrayal, decided to embrace his villain era.

"I feel like being a menace," he declared.

"Lorenzo, don’t," Jack warned.

"Lorenzo, yes," Daniil encouraged.

"LORENZO, NO," Casper yelled.

LORENZO STACKED A DRAW FOUR. ON CARLOS.

"You have chosen death," Carlos whispered ominously.

"I REGRET NOTHING," Lorenzo declared.

"You will."

The room erupted into chaos. Cards were flying. Laughter turned to screaming.

Lorenzo, now holding approximately one million cards, was dramatically lying face-down on the couch, muttering, "This is worse than heartbreak."

THE AFTERMATH: NEVER AGAIN (UNTIL NEXT TIME)

Casper, shaking his head, said, "This was the worst game night ever."

"Agreed," Jannik muttered, still side-eyeing Carlos.

"Let’s do it again next week," Daniil said cheerfully.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT," everyone yelled.

Carlos, still smug about ruining Jannik’s win, stretched his arms. "I think this was a good bonding experience."

"You’re sleeping on the couch," Jannik informed him.

"Worth it."

Jack, exhausted, leaned back. "I just wanted a normal game night."

"And that was your first mistake," Lorenzo said, looking haunted by his own choices.

Jack Draper swore that if they ever played Uno again, he was burning the deck first.

#hope you like it <3 #fic i wrote #tennis #they are all idiots #but i love them so much too

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undressmewithyoureyes · 11 days ago

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KING - (ELEVEN)

**Lillith**

Its pitch black - which could be a good thing or a bad thing. My fingers twitch - ready to take the soul from someone. We exit off the helo, except for Nik. He’s staying back to be a lookout and to also be ready to get us the fuck out of here if shit goes sideways.

The place here in Bamberg, Germany is creepy as hell. Its an all black facility with dark orange lights sporadically around the area. It almost looks like a plant, but not as big. Thank God for night vision.

“You know the layout of this place?” Gaz asks me.

“Sadly no,” I say as I sling my AR over my shoulder and reposition the sling to sit more comfortably. I prefer my knifes or hands, but my guns get me out of last minute situations. I guess you could say the best of both worlds. “My guess is Alex is either in the middle of this place or the very top. Something that isn’t so easy to access and he has time to get a head start if someone here is looking for him.”

“Where do you want us to go?” Rosa asks. She's a good operator. Quick on her feet and hands, but her downfall is her stealth. She's had some close calls in the past, but her quickness makes up for it I guess.

“I want everyone to stay out of any light. If theres multiple, be smart,” I say looking around at everyone. I pull my mask over my face and adjust it so it sits like it normally would - over my nose. My helmet covers the top of my head and my night vision goggles are mounted on top. The only thing you see if my green eyes and even those have black paint over them. Its my signature look.

“Rosa and Soap, you two clear the right side. Gaz and John, you clear the left side,” I say as I look at the last member who has yet to be named or assigned, “Casper, you’re coming with me straight down the center.”

Rosa and Soap snort and Ghost narrows his eyes at me. “And for the love of anything Holy or Unholy, do not let anyone call from their radio and set the alarms.” Thats the last thing we need.

Everyone agrees and bumps arms for good luck I guess. Ive never been on a team, so thats the only thing that makes logical sense. Ghost gives me a look and I start walking forward. The center of this place has the most lights - and its not that I don’t trust everyone else, I would rather take on the hardest part. It allows me to think, which allows me to get my mind off other things.

“Casper huh?” Ghost says. We’re all wearing ear pieces so it comes straight to our ears allowing us to talk in a whisper where other people cant hear us.

“Don't cry about it,” I say with a grin, “Its a joke, not a dick.”

Rosa chimes in, “Something you should try to get.”

Thats the downside of these fucking comms. And another reason I like working alone.

I hear Soap snort, “Whys that?”

“Don't answer it,” I say as Ghost follows behind me - both of us close to the walls of this place.

“Because she’s so stressed out. She needs someone to fuck that attitude out of her,” she pauses and the comms is deathly silent. “Which is something she's never had before.”

I scoff, “Oh, I have too.”

I stop when I see movement ahead. Ghost stops right behind me and I can feel him pressing against my back, “If you have Widow, they didn’t know what they were doing,” he says dangerously low. Even though it was through our ear pieces, he said it right next to my ear. I close my eyes as I try to push those thoughts somewhere else. Somewhere being…my pussy.

“I agree with Ghosty,” Rosa replies almost immediately.

I snort at her nickname to him, “I will slit your fucking throat,” he replies back. It wasn’t a joke, but a promise.

“Only if you promise to make it painful.” Jesus, can she say anything without it being sexual. Ghost lets out a frustrated sigh and my anxiety sits in when I noticed we haven’t heard anything from Price and Gaz.

I go to speak, “Two guys ahead smoking cigarettes.” Its Price. I reach behind me and tap Ghosts leg to get his attention and then signal for the movement ahead. He gives me two taps on the side of my thigh and we move forward - death within the shadows.

Theres also two men in front of us talking to each other with their backs turned. If they were smart, they would be facing each other to guard each other. Fucking rookies. “Rosa, do you and Soap have two men too?”

“Affirmative,” Soap says through the comms.

“It wont be my first time taking two men,” Rosa chimes in with her whorish comments.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I love her confidence, but no wonder she cant find a good man. She throws herself at anyone and anything. I hear a few grunts through my ear piece and that lets me know that they dropped their bodies with knives.

“Was war das?” The guy on the left ahead of Ghost and I says. Their body language is stiff and on high alert. I reach down and loop my middle finger into the hoop of one of my throwing knives. Carefully, I pull it out and grab it in my hand, finagling it until the tip of the blade is between my pointer finger and thumb. This makes throwing the knife easier - but that also depends on the weight distribution of the knife as well. Mine, perfectly balanced.

I take in a breath and exhale as I throw. The knife flips through the air in a perfectly straight line and finds its home at the base of the guy on the lefts neck. Before the other guard can react, Ghost throws his knife - the crunch of bone as it dives into the guys skull is music to my ears. No doubt he has a faster throw with more power behind it. He's a big guy - which means more force.

Both guards drop and we quietly move forward to them. We each grab them by the back of the collars of their shirts and drag them into the darkness. We cant have our new friends being seen yet.

I search the guard that I killed - specifically looking for a radio, but there isn’t one. Too be sure their only form of communication isn’t on a cell phone. Could be, and they just have a tracker. Ive seen that before. I grab my knife from the guards neck. Pulling a little harder since its lodged between bone. The suction sound it makes as it breaks free and the blood pours is a beautiful masterpiece.

I wipe the blood off the blade on my pants and repocket the blade. I never leave my weapons behind - unless I absolutely have to. Ghost also does the same. He presses one foot on the guys neck to hold him down as he forcefully jerks the knife out of the dudes skull. The cracking sound of his head splitting even more would cause anyone to squirm, and he eyes me to see if it does. He has a long road of shit ahead if he thinks the sound of bones breaking or blood squirting gives me the ick. I find the melody to be relaxing.

Psychotic I know.

“Both bodies executed to the left,” Gaz says through our ear piece.

“Both bodies done for on the right,” Soap replies.

They must travel in pairs. Smart, to a certain extent. Ghost and I walk forward - listening to any movement and he keeps checking behind us every few steps to make sure were not going to get fucked from behind. We come to an opening and I look to the left - theres two men. I look to the right, theres another two.

“Theres four in front of me,” Price says low. “Two about twenty yards ahead and then two more another twenty yards back.”

The comms go quiet for a bit when I see the figures to my left moving slowly with precision. “Price,” I say out in a whisper.

“Yeah Darling?”

I have a feeling we reached a dead end here, “Hold your right hand in the air.” The two guys in the shadows to my left stop. Then the guy on the left holds his right hand in the air.

I breathe out a frustrated sigh. I hear movement to my right. Its Soap and Rosa. “Well that wasn’t as fun as I thought it was going to be. Two guys?” Rosa starts. Im waiting on a whorish comment. “Im just saying.” Here we go. “Three is a charm.”

I can hear the eye rolling off everyone - myself included. “Can you please keep it in your pants and act like a fucking operator for fucks sake?” My tone not being the friendliest.

She rolls her eyes and lets out a huff. I look around us. Its a fucking ghost town and its eerie. To be sure, the guy has to have more men than just six around here.

“What wrong?” Ghost asks.

I shake my head before turning back to the team, “I don’t know. Six men? You mean to tell me he only has six men guarding this place?”

“Maybe he has the inside?” For once, Rosa actually says something that could make sense.

“Yeah, but why have all your eggs in one basket? If shit hits the fan, thats more lives lost than if they were spread out,” I counter. Something isn’t adding up. “Lets move into the building. Spread out as much as we can. Price and I will take lead. Ghost and Rosa, follow behind, but keep your distance. I want to make it seem like when someone hears us, they think its just two people,” I take a breath, “Gaz and Soap, you will be my anchors. Follow even further back - in case we miss anything.”

Everyone nods and we head towards the building. Its not as big as it looks when you're a thousand feet in the air. Its a three story building with minimal windows. The wear and tear shows its age, but its sturdy. Not a bad place for what he’s using it for.

Price and I stand on each side of the door with our backs pressed against the wall. Ghost squats down in front of me with his AR on his shoulder ready for whoever is on the other side. Rosa is squatted down in front of Price the same. Gaz and Soap stand a few feet back with their guns drawn. This way, anyone inside will get hit from all angles, but us, you’ll never know which direction were coming.

Ghost reaches out and turns the knob on the door. My brows furrow a bit when it unlocks - like Alex was waiting for us. He quietly lets go of the knob and eases the door open with the barrel of his gun. The door creaks just a bit and everyone stops breathing to listen for any movement on the other side.

I watch Ghost shake his head ‘no’ - not taking his eyes off the room before him. Another gut feeling sinks in that something is off. Price and I are the first ones to enter. Followed by Gaz and Soap - then Rosa and Ghost since they took point.

The inside of the building is dimly lit. Its one long corridor with no doorways or openings. Just one long hallway thats about a few hundred feet long. I join Price up front and the rest follow suit with our formation.

We quietly walk down the hallway - my left hand gripping one of my pistols in my thigh holster and my right hand is gripping on of the throwing knives. Perks of being ambidextrous in the field. We reach what looks like a wall, but its the end of this straight corridor and our next place is to turn right.

“Is this place a maze?” Rosa whispers out. “The feeling in here is off.” Another thing she says thats true and not sexual - thank fuck.

A chill runs up my spine when I feel eyes on me. I stop and so does everyone else. “What is it?” Gaz asks.

I shake my head - indicating its nothing, but I can feel someone close by…and I don’t like it. I take a few more steps forward and finally, I hear voices.

“U nas byla sdelka,” I hear a Russian guy scream out. Alex. He’s on the phone with someone and its obvious they just pissed him off. “Ty ne znayesh', s kem svyazalsya.”

“Why would a Alex be in Germany doing business if he’s Russian?” Price asks to not anyone in particular.

“Thats what were going to find out,” I tell them as I unholster my gun and turn the corner with it pointed. The rest of the team following my lead.

Alex has his back to us and my eyes quickly scan the room. Theres no one else here. Just him. “Povernis' k chertu!” I yell out. Alex jumps and tries to pull the gun from his waistband in mid turn. I fire a round in his shoulder and rush towards him. I pull the blade with my other hand and stab him exactly where my bullet went - sending him to the floor screaming.

He hits the floor hard - his head bouncing off the concrete floor. I kick the gun away from him as I reholster my gun. I leave the knife in for the fun I'm about to have. I jerk him up with both hands fisted in his shirt and throw him in the chair thats behind his desk.

I guess this is his office. Bland. It has a small desk with paperwork scattered over it. A wooden chair and one filing cabinet. Theres no pictures or anything on the walls. Just grey concrete. My only issue, there’s only one way in and one way out. So if we get ambushed, our backs will be against the wall…literally. I flip my night vision goggles up to see better in the lit room, and everyone else does the same.

“Bring the chair to the side of the desk and tie his legs to the legs of the chair. Leave his left arm out, but restrain his right one,” I tell Soap and Ghost as they pull out zip ties from their vests. I have a game I want to play.

Alex tries to get out of the chair, but Ghost punches him straight in the face. Blood pouring from his nose immediately and I'm almost fairly certain its broke. “When did you learn Russian?” Soap asks as he ties Alex’s right leg and right arm in place.

“Im fluent in several languages. It helps speed up the interrogations when they try to bullshit you,” I respond. “Alex, you speak English?”

Alex looks up at me with a sinister look and spits. Blood covering my boots and some of my pants. I walk over to him and reach for the knife in his shoulder, but his free arms grabs my wrist and attempts to break it. He did exactly what I wanted him to do.

Thats cute.

I jerk my arm away and grab his free hand with my left hand - my right grabs another knife. I immediately stab his hand to the desk, right between his ring finger and pinky. He lets out a blood curdling scream and tries to move his hand. Its not going anywhere. I stabbed it not only through his tissue, muscle and bone - but also in the wooden desk. Plus, the top of the blade, which is the thickest is facing me. The sharpest side is facing towards him. Theres a reason for that and its fucking painful.

“Do you speak English?” I ask again in a cheerful voice. This is my happy place. Hearing people scream from my torture.

“Fuck you bitch!” He seethes as blood spits across my face. It doesn’t bother me.

I grab the knife in his shoulder and twist. He lets out a silent scream as the squelching sound of blood and tissue mix. Its a lullaby that can put me to sleep. “Im sorry, what was that?”

I twist the knife in the other direction as blood now pours from the wound. I can feel the tip of the metal blade scrape against the metal fragment of the bullet. His breathing is becoming heavier. He’s losing a lot of blood, so his heart is trying to pump as much as it can to stay alive - but at the same time, its killing him faster. A catch twenty two. “I said,” he pauses to take a few breaths as blood drips from his lips, “Fuck you…bitch.”

God, I wish he could see the grin on my face. “Fuck me?” I say standing straight up and pointing my pointer finger at myself. My tone mocking.

I take a few steps back and turn towards everyone in the room. Rosa’s complexion is now a few shades lighter. She's never been the one for gore - which has always made me question her field choice. I asked her one time about it and she just said ‘because it felt right’. Whatever the fuck thats supposed to mean. However, everyone else’s eyes are dilated - wanting more. I remove my AR from over my shoulder and prop it against the desk - giving me access to do what Im about to do.

“Fuck me,” I say with a slight laugh and everyone else gives a chuckle too - even Rosa, the best she can. “Hm.” I turn back around and bring my foot to Alex’s chest - pushing him and the chair back so tilts back. A scream I've heard from many men fill the room - as well as the sound of flesh ripping. The knife on the table stays in place, but his hand is beyond fucked up.

The chair falls back and crushes his other arm beneath him, breaking it. I immediately stand over him and grab his mutilated hand - three of his fingers in my left hand and the other two in my right. “I can be a cordial person Alex,” I say as I begin to pull my hands apart. Blood from his hand pours out as I rip the skin even more.

Rosa adds her dry heaving to the mixture of sounds within the room. “I asked a simple question, but yet you gave me a fucked up answer. So,” I pause, ripping the skin even more - exposing bone. His screams now becoming silent and the color draining from his skin as sweat pours from his body. He's going into shock. “To make it fair, I gave you a fucked up hand.”

The knife through the hand is one of my favorites. If I wanted it to be quick and a clean cut, I would have positioned the knife the other way so the sharp edge would give a clean cut and be less painful. I cant have that. I need them to feel every rip. Every tear and every fucking ounce of anything else I give to whoever is begging me or at the mercy of my hands.

“Who is UNKNOWN?” I ask through gritted teeth. The blood coating his hand is making it harder to pull, but thats fine. I have something else for that too. My eyes drift to his and I see he’s drifting in and out of conciseness. I let go of his hand and reach into my vest and pull out a syringe. I flip the cap and stab it into the center of his chest - immediately pushing the clear liquid into his body. I throw the syringe across the room and wait for the liquid to take effect.

Adrenaline.

The pupils of his eyes dilate to straight needles as he takes in a gasp of air, “You’re not fucking done until I say you’re done. And I've got all day.”

I slap him across the face - a bloody handprint to leave as a reminder. “Lets try an easier question,” I say, “Where are your men?”

His chest heaves up and down from the drug I gave him, “You…killed them.”

I snort, “In this whole place, you only had six men guarding it. Give me something I’ll believe.”

His face scrunches in confusion, “Six?,” he says almost out of breath. “Theres at least fifty men here.”

That gut feeling sinks back in, but this time the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I cock my head to the side to look at Ghost, “We need to lea-.” I see something move out the corner of my eye.

I go to speak, but several cans are thrown into the room and immediately spray gas in the air - filling the small room. For once, I don’t wear my gas mask and fucking regret it. I cover my mouth with my arm and grab my gun. Trying to stab someone in a fog of smoke is like bringing a knife to a gun fight…literally. You don’t have a good chance.

The team starts coughing and I hear bodies hitting the floor as wheezing follows suit. My eyes grow heavy as I go towards the door frame to get out of this gas and to also kill whoever the fuck threw it. My legs get weak and my body feels heavy, but I manage to get to the opening and lean against the door way.

I cant help it, my lungs start to burn and I start coughing. Fuck. My eyes grow heavy as I step out into the clear opening. Six men have their guns aimed at me - each with green lasers centered on my vest. They’re ceramic plates - which are the best, but they’re not invincible.

I take a few steps back, my gun going back and forth with all six men. My hand shakes and keeps dipping with each breath. Whatever was in that gas, wasn’t just for a smoke out, but some kind of sedative.

My back finally hits something hard and I rest my head against the uneven surface to try and collect myself. My mind is foggy and my whole body at this point weighs a million pounds. The gun drops from my hand. A deep growl from behind me causes the panic inside me to set in, but on the outside, theres nothing I can do - just like it was a few years ago. Its happening all over again.

I push off the hard surface the best I can on shaking legs and turn around. My blood runs cold when I see the person standing before me. It was a set up and he planned it.

“Konig.” Its a soft whisper. Thats all I can manage before my legs give out and my body falls into him. He huge arms wrap around me and pick me up as my head rests against his shoulder. My eyes fight to stay open as my body feels like its floating, but weighing me down at the same time.

“Leave the rest,” he says. His accent thick. “We got what we came here for.”

I swallow hard at his words and before the darkness consumes me, the last thing I see is his green eyes staring down at me.

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Was war das? - What as that? (German)

U nas byla sdelka - We had a deal (Russian)

Ty ne znayesh', s kem svyazalsya - You dont know who you’re fucking dealing with (Russian)

#ao3 fanfic #fanfic #gaz cod #simon ghost riley #fanfiction #smut #archive of our own #ao3 writer #konig smut #KING

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aviaslife · 25 days ago

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currently on season 2 episode 11 of one tree hill and here are my thoughts so far:

first of all, haley is getting on my nerves just a tad bit. i feel like she’s acting a bit more paranoid due to the fact that she cheated on nathan with chris and haven’t told him about it. she’s projecting her feelings and lashing out on her sister, taylor, which taylor isn’t the best at all, but you can tell she loves hailey even through her own grievances (i.e. getting kicked out of school).

JAKE AND PEYTON ARE SOOOOO CUTE. AHHH. okay, honestly jake has been one of my favorite characters in this entire series (outside of karen and keith). the fact that jake and peyton find peace and comfort within each other especially with what they’re going through just really shows how beautiful friendships can be. i do think they have romantic feelings for each other, but both are scared to act on them.

anna coming out to lucas was #shocking. BUT, i admire and honestly am so surprised at the representation of gay women on a 2000s teen tv show given the stereotypes and realities that lgbtq+ folks went through back then. representation matters and the fact that lucas wasn’t homophobic and supported her made my love for his character spike 1000 points.

dan. you fucker. i hate him. the fact that he hired jules all because he was bitter and upset at deb and keith is #weirdo nigga shit. i’ve been praying on his downfall since the first episode. he’s the walking definition of a narcissistic, conniving, son of a b.

jules confessing that she loves keith was cute. lucas looking at her ass like he just seen casper was funny. i will say this portion of the storyline is a bit weird, but i like the direction it’s going in. i do hate that dan is about to try and fuck this up between jules and keith all cause he likes to control shit.

felix and brooke. felix has something up his sleeve and i really hate him so bad. like the way he treats his sister makes me want to slap the taste out of his freaking mouth. brooke deserves better. brooke deserves lucas. but, lucas is #heartbroken right now so maybe they get together later???

now i’m about to start episode 12! i’m really loving this series so far and i made an oath to myself to catch up on all those 2000s and 2010s shows i missed out in my life due to being in #survivalmode so this is me just catching up and having fun while doing so.

cheers, xoxo.

#one tree hill #reviews #tv shows #tv series #tv review #girl blogger #lucas scott #peyton sawyer #brooke davis #keith scott #books and reading

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tyranitarkisser · 2 years ago

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Detective Finnegan “Windward” Dauphin… a seasoned and perhaps a bit overconfident private investigator from out of town, Detective Windward has only recently been separated from his long-time partner (personal differences, long story!) and is struggling on his own more than he would like to admit. He has a razor sharp wit and is quick to make judgements, though his intuition isn’t always correct, and in situations where he isn’t, he’s very skilled at saving face and playing his aloof persona. He talks like an old-timey 1950s radio show host.

Mara Eleana Fusilli is a humble clairvoyant who has worked most of her life in a tent by the undersea wharf. Equipped with her unique psychic powers, her sonar abilities are leagues above other dolphins. Where many others would abuse this power for personal gain, Mara doesn’t quite know what to make of it and tries not to let it affect her personal life, preferring to help others with it instead. Because of this, she is a bit lonely and fast to cling to people that show her positive attention. She is prone to acting on impulse and getting into trouble as a result.

Trick Turntable is one half of the ocean’s first train conductor duo. She carries herself with a kind and motherly persona, ready to hear out anyone who may need assistance or god forbid, is lost. She’s very protective of her adoptive brother, Track, and the two are rarely seen apart from one another. The two of them are very interested in locomotives and it was Trick’s idea to begin the ocean’s first public transit system to ensure all whales get to their destinations safely. She is known to be a little playful and curious, too!

Track Turntable is the other half to the iconic narwhal/beluga train conductor duo. Having lost his way from the rest of his birth family as a young calf navigating northern waters during the summer time, he was subsequently found and taken in by Trick’s pod and treated like one of their own. Today he is just as helpful as his sister, though he can be a bit slow on the uptake and forgetful. (Don’t surprise him from behind or you might just get a wack in the face from his tusk!) He is the more technical-minded of the two and a skilled repairman. Growing up in Trick’s family, he picked up their light southern American accents into adulthood.

Stevie Bermuda is a slimy con man with an annoying Trans-Atlantic accent with a grandiose sense of self that has traveled much of the world’s oceans to find new dolphins to assimilate into his fraudulent causes. Everything from pyramid schemes, impersonation, fake business scams, and even cults, it doesn’t seem like anything he tries brings him any sense of personal fulfillment. He doesn’t care for love or friendship, just shallow gratification. He also seems to have an irrational fear of children and teenagers… They might just be his downfall someday!

Kanpacho is a guitar playing cool guy that has found his home by the wharf where he met Mara. He makes most of his money by playing nice songs for visiting dolphins and cargo workers alike. He’s well liked by everyone and has a Brazilian accent.

Ben Sleepy is a dolphin that seems to get a kick out of sleeping in the most inconvenient of places. When he’s not sleep-swimming or finding an (un)comfortable spot to snuggle up in, he can be found at buffets completely decimating the shrimp bar.

Casper Cantor is a businessman by day and prankster by night. He is the CEO of the business that runs the undersea wharf, dealing with most of the transport and cargo shipments going in and out of the town. He is an avid fanatic of clowns and in his free time will don his jester persona and entertain others with his magic tricks. The only person that knows his secret is his daughter, Melody, of whom he is very supportive of her creative endeavors. Maybe he’s where she gets her imagination from?

Melody Cantor is a young hypochondriac dolphin and elementary school student with an irrational fear of getting wet. She can easily be identified in a crowd with her umbrella she takes with her everywhere and her yellow raincoat. She is a talented artist and poet.

Cat is a zoologist with a sprawling collection of specimens from all seven seas. She is eager to educate all who are willing to listen to her ramble about all the different species of sea slugs.

Skip is a studious young foreign exchange student. Both of his parents are busy back home being surgeons and expect great things from him, which can sometimes be stressful on an impressionable little sea lion. This doesn’t dampen his spirit though, and his best friend Melody does a great job of bringing out his creative side. He is sometimes teased by his classmates for being different, and whenever he feels homesick Trick and Track will act as his parents away from home.

Henry XVIII is the 18th in a long line of Turntable family pets and mascot for Trick and Track’s Arctic Express. He's a great listener, even if he is quite old for a nautilus.

James Circuits is the local record shop owner, right next door to Mara’s fortune telling tent! He can be a little spacey and hangs around questionable folks but he means well... His music knowledge is all encompassing, but his favorite is classic R&B.

Pollux Cantor, like his brother Casper, is a businessman, albeit a much less successful one that can’t ever catch a break. He’s bent on moving up in Stevie’s company and doesn’t seem to realize he is being taken advantage of. He's hopelessly addicted to caffeine and remoras frequently attach themselves to him and feed on the excess.

Madame Roachè is a prideful socialite on the cutting edge of all fashion trends that hit the Arctic landscape.

#dolphins #whales

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wimbledon2008 · 1 year ago

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emilio nava is a mexican american who might as well be an alt universe agcd so unfortunately in my time of rwrb brainrot i must pray for your downfall casper ruud

#he's a cutie #i really have to stan #tennis #emilio nava

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heartxshaped-bruises · 2 years ago

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HUNGER GAMES MEME FOR MULTIMUSES !!

Sort your muses into the different Hunger Games categories and show your followers who you think would win. REPOST, don't REBLOG.

TAGGED BY: snatched from dash bc I thought it was awesome xD TAGGING: @x-brokencrowns @lilxmcrtes @skyler-bane @kingdom-of-vanity @brokenblondeprincess @ask-thedepressedkidatthetable @myriadxofxmuses @lxvefrxmthextherside @daisyxmuses @ghostsxagain && everyone who wants to do this

✧･ﾟ 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

★ ⸻ VICTOR

TALIESIN - let's face it, he does that for a living. He isn't only physically strong, but can also use some magic tricks and is pretty cunning.

★ ⸻ CAREERS

JOE - honestly, at first I wanted to put him on top, but he'd get in his own way. Plus, I am sure Tal would have an idea to nullify his resurrection cycle.

PENELOPE - her and Joe are very even, but I'd say Penelope has a moral issue. So that would be her downfall, if she ran into Joe or Tal.

ALEXANDRA - not only would she get many sponsors, she's also very strong and regenerates. But she can die. And since Penelope's a hunter, I am sure she'd get her in the end.

★ ⸻ STRONG TRIBUTE

ABEL - hella charismatic, would win over a ton of sponsors and allies. Smart, knows how to survive. But something tells me he'd try to bond with Alexandra, another intellectual person in the game, and that would be his downfall.

RAFE - He would be in the game for a very long time, simply bc he's physically strong. Also used to be a soldier. That makes up for his disadvantages, but he's a hothead and would be outwitted.

LUCIFERO - okay, we know he's got rich people who'd provide him stuff and he's also not a nice person, fights nasty to get what he wants. He has many magic tricks up his sleeves and could probably make his necromancy skills useful. But Rafe would crush him bc he's weak physically.

SAFFRON - she's physically strong with the demon, but way too impulsive. Luce would totally get her with a spell, probably targeted at the entity and then she'd be gone.

★ ⸻ ONE DAY SURVIVOR

I have the feeling all of them would group up, tbh xD

DAVEY - he's already dead. That's his only advantage. He'd want to befriend others, find allies, but I'm sure Saffron's demon would chew and spit him out.

OLIVER - he knows how to kill and survive in the wilds bc he's a wolf. But let's be honest, he wouldn't kill any of them, not if he has a choice. Davey wouldn't kill him either, I think he'd just try to save Davey and get killed in the process bc he's such a good boy.

ZELDA - well, her mutant powers are a thing, but she doesn't know how to use them. She'd probably kill Rachel on accident and Oli would get her ass bc of something random. Like another accident and only he'd get out of it alive.

RACHEL - he'd bee too stressed and panicky to think straight. Honestly. He'd be good for a small amount of time, but just not very attentive.

★ ⸻ DIES AT THE CORNUCOPIA

EMRY - just like Rachel, he'd be too freaked out by the whole thing, but compared to him he just wouldn't do anything smart.

CASPER - he'd freeze on the spot. Boy's already traumatized enough, there would neither be a fight or flight response.

FELIX - he'd be toast so. quickly. It's not even funny. And you could be sure he'd complain about being blind, right before he'd die.

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fiddletwix · 21 days ago

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Animating Halloween Archive

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#Halloween #horror #specials

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321spongebolt · 6 months ago

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"What rare movies don't have a titular character suffer a downfall?"

Normally in movies, there's a point near the end of a movie where a title character suffers a downfall. Any of these reasons happen depending on the movie you watch.

EXAMPLES

The title character ends up getting captured by someone.

Two (or more) titular characters get into an argument that causes them to break up.

After successfully getting where they needed to go, both characters have an emotional goodbye, knowing they won't see each other together again.

A title character loses their power, but gets it back at the end of the movie.

A title character is sent to exile after betraying their leader, but is welcomed back at the end of the movie as a sign of forgiveness.

A main character sacrifices themself so another character can live another day.

In this regard, I know a couple of rare movies that don't follow this status quo.

MY EXAMPLES OF MOVIES WHERE A TITLE CHARACTER DOESN'T SUFFER ANY DOWNFALL

"Robin Hood (1973 Disney film)" = You would think after the Archery Tournament Robin Hood would be at the mercy of Prince John. But luckily, escapes his beheading. In fact, instead of Robin Hood being sent to Prince John's castle dungeon, Friar Tuck is sent there instead due to fighting with the Sheriff of Nottingham after stealing from his church's Poor Box.

"Casper (1995 film)" = When Dr. James Harvey dies and reveals himself as a ghost to Casper and Kat, Casper made his own choice to sacrifice his chance to be human for the doctor. And after getting the Lazarus to work, Dr. Harvey is resurrected. Sure, Casper was depressed after doing what was right, but fortunately for him, he meets Kat's late mother, who became an angel and grants Casper his "Cinderella" wish to be human until 10pm.

"Antz" = After Z and Bala make it to Insectopia and have a romantic moment by the fire, Bala is taken back by General Mandible's henchmen. Despite this, Z never gave up so easily.

"Spider-Man (2002 film)" = While Peter was at fault for letting Uncle Ben die by allowing Dennis Carradine to get away with the stolen money from the wrestling arena, Green Goblin jump scaring Aunt May and sending her to the hospital wasn't Peter's fault by any means.

"Despicable Me 4" = Gru doesn't suffer an emotional downfall in this movie like he did in the last three movies as far as I can remember. Heck, when Gru Jr. got taken away by Maxime Le Mal and Valentina, Gru never gave up so easily.

If anyone else knows which other movies don't have a titular character suffer a downfall, feel free to leave a comment.

#thoughts #my thoughts

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ghosttownaz · 11 months ago

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Album Review: OHPENMIIND & K.I. D. Casper - "Renaissance Era"

In the realm of music, there are albums, and then there are transformative experiences encapsulated in sound. "Renaissance Era" undoubtedly belongs to the latter category. A collaborative masterpiece forged by the lyrical prowess of K.I.D. Casper and Ohpenmiind, under the visionary production of Thugs Bunny, this album transcends mere notes and melodies. It's a soul-stirring journey of growth, resilience, and hope—a profound exploration of the human experience set against a backdrop of mesmerizing beats and evocative storytelling. Each track serves as a chapter in a larger narrative, inviting listeners to embark on an introspective voyage through the depths of human emotion. From the haunting melodies of "Early Grave" to the infectious energy of "Earned Truth," every song on "Renaissance Era" contributes to a sonic tapestry that resonates deeply with audiences. Join us as we delve into the intricacies of this captivating album, unpacking its themes, dissecting its lyrics, and unraveling the magic that lies within each track. Welcome to the "Renaissance Era"—where music becomes a transformative force, and every note carries the weight of human emotion.

The opening track, "Renaissance," featuring the evocative vocals of Fenix Castro, sets the stage for the album's thematic exploration. With its intricate layers of vocal loops and mesmerizing Spanish flow, the song serves as a compelling invitation into the duo's world. Castro's addition injects a unique flavor into the composition, enhancing its depth and complexity. As the lyrics unravel the journey of breaking free from societal constraints, listeners are drawn into a narrative of personal transformation and empowerment.

"Dosing" takes a soulful turn, utilizing vocal looped beats to create a poignant backdrop for Ohpenmiind's lyrical prowess. The line "telling us to forfeit - gotta learn from every downfall, changing up my stance - only talking bout the southpaw" shows his ability to bring in unique metaphors into real world story telling. His metaphorical storytelling shines through, delivering a powerful message about resilience and determination in the face of life's trials and tribulations. The track demands attention, urging listeners to delve deeper into its rich lyrical content and introspective themes.

"Early Grave" further explores the complexities of human existence, unfolding against a subdued beat that allows the duo's verses to take center stage. The lyrics serve as a sobering reminder of the importance of self-awareness and perseverance in navigating life's challenges. Thugs Bunny's production choices enhance the emotional depth of the song, creating a haunting atmosphere that leaves a lasting impression on the listener's psyche.

"Essence of Even," featuring the dynamic presence of Tallikuh, emerges as a standout moment on the album. With its menacing beat and infectious chorus, the track captivates listeners, drawing them into its hypnotic rhythm. Tallikuh's contribution adds depth and dimension to the overall sound, infusing the composition with a sense of urgency and vitality. It's a song that demands repeat listens, its infectious energy and powerful lyrics resonating deeply as you will want to hit replay as it ends.

"I'm Here Today," featuring the soulful vocals of Richaul, showcases the duo's versatility as they dial back the drums to let the emotive strings and soulful vibes take the spotlight. The lines "This crown sit heavy, im ready for eons/ all that negative energy, keep it and be gone/ I'm beyond... " from K.I.D. Casper is a great example of his bravado and ability to build intricate internal rhymes that keep you guessing. Richaul's smooth vocal control complements the track's introspective themes, culminating in a poignant expression of hope and resilience. It's a song that speaks to the indomitable strength of the human spirit, inspiring listeners to persevere in the face of adversity.

"Just Wanna See," featuring the impassioned verses of Yasin, delivers a message of long-term hope against a backdrop of drums and vocal loops. Yasin's emotional bars set the tone for an introspective journey, resonating deeply with listeners on a profound level. The track captures the essence of the album, serving as a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

As the album draws to a close with "Nothing About That," listeners are treated to a fitting conclusion that encapsulates the essence of "Renaissance Era." Drawing upon musical elements heard throughout the album, the track invites listeners to reflect on the journey they've embarked upon. It's a song that leaves a lasting impression, a testament to the enduring power of music to inspire, uplift, and transform the human spirit.

"Renaissance Era" is not just an album; it's a profound exploration of the human experience, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit.

By: Steven Sandage

#ghost town media #ghosttownmedia #music journalism #azhiphop #hiphop #indie hip hop #music review

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