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msookyspooky · 3 years ago

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Sequels Suck

Part 7

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You woke up the next day, Halie already had it on the news. You both unplugged the phone after last night. Prank calls all night long keeping you both up until she lost it and ripped it out at 1 am.

"Two Windsor College Students; Maureen Evans and Phil Stevens were both found murdered during the early premiere of the movie 'Stab'. Parents are already trying to boycott the film, stating it is a direct cause of the murders-"

You interrupted the news to look at her. "...Hal, I told you I had a gut feeling. I told you I saw them. Windsor College Students...What are the odds?"

She held up a finger. "Hold on...I'm not discrediting you here but it still doesn't mean that this was related. You have no idea who murdered them" She offered.

You took a breath and prepared yourself for outside. "I wish that were true, I really freakin do...I hate having to go out there…Where's Randy?"

"Film theory with Cici and Mickey."

"I've gotta go talk to him." You shoved on your jacket as you spoke.

You left, walking out and already seeing all eyes on you. You ignored them. You didn't know whether to laugh or cry or be numb at the fact you hadn't even attended Windsor that long and this was already a thing. The moment you walked outside, you were swarmed with cameras. More than you even had on your first day. You Swallowing down any anxiety, trying to get past them. All of them were so loud you couldn't even hear their questions.

"No comment!" Was your only statement as you jogged away. Going straight to the building three streets down to where Randy was supposed to be.

You heard them all laughing and discussing movies as you stood at the doorway. Randy's eyes lit up when he saw you. You held yourself, awkwardly gesturing for him to follow you the minute the Professor dismissed them.

A girl flirted with him and there was a strange feeling in you. Randy was always the last resort in Highschool. You tried to never make him feel that way but compared to a charmer like Stu or a bad boy like Billy or even your ex boyfriend who could have been a quarterback if he bothered; Randy always seemed to be dead last in your group with everything. He was always the awkward, wise cracking guy in your group and at school. You were happy he seemed to have no issue talking and flirting with girls in college. Truly starting to have his glow up.

"I'd let the geek get the girl." He told her after she asked how he would direct his own movie followed by spritzing his mouth and shoving the spray bottle back in his pocket. A few of the girls giggled and you rolled your eyes and motioned for him more urgently.

He followed you down the hall. "What's up?"

"Duh, Ray. Murders? Hello?" He groaned beside you as you ranted. "Two Windsor Students are dead. Hacked up by somebody in a Ghost mask. How convenient it's the night when I don't get any calls because they were probably too busy holding a knife."

"I don't know. If 1-800-phonesexy callers can use one hand, why can't a homicidal maniac?"

"Randy, did you get any calls?"

"No, but I wasn't exactly home...By the way, I totally won last night. Gutterballs don't count."

"It does if they have railing." You shook your head and motioned with your hands. "Listen! This is connected and you know it!"

You both walked outside. "I don't know nothin' of the sort 'ere Miss." He mocked in a phony accent and you glared at him.

"Be serious."

"I am, luv." You groaned and he dropped the accent with a tight frown. "Okay...Look, two students get stabbed at a Stab movie. Ironic huh?" You stopped in your tracks to give him an unamused stare as he continued. "So? It's bound to happen! It has nothing to do with us."

"You are in complete denial. You know as well as I do that this isn't a coincidence and that-"

He scoffed. "YN, stop. Don't even say their names! It wasn't-"

"Billy and Stu? Yes, it was. I saw Stu, we both saw Billy-"

"Ah, ah, ah! I saw a guy from 50 freakin feet away that resembled him. They are DEAD. There isn't a snowballs chance in hell!"

"Yeah well, the calls are personal. Too personal to be a prankster just looking to mess up my night. You know what happened to us. You were there in the fire. You know the death glare they gave me and you both for ruining their wannabe horror flick. Randy, you grew up with them for fucksake. You know damn well that if they lived; they won't stop until they redo their movie all over again."

"Yeah, some shitty sequel with more blood but the same dumb plot twist." He mumbled. He went to walk and you grabbed his arm to stop him. He hesitated as you both stared at each other. He gave you a half frown as your eyes stared into his.

"...We can't just ignore it. Hiding won't make it go away, Randy."

"Yes, we can! I told you, I don't want to go back." His voice was almost a whine. You frowned, seeing the fear in his eyes that you knew he just kept bottling up.

You shook your head. "Want to and have to are two different things. What do ya wanna do, Ray? Sit and wait for them?"

"Maybe! Maybe they'll get caught by then IF you're right. Besides, how do you know the prank calls aren't from someone here? I can think of someone right now -"

You felt Derek come up to you, turning to see him behind you. Randy mumbled sarcastically. "Hey Derek, you have the best timing."

Derek barely registered him as he looked at you. "YN, I've been looking everywhere. I heard you weren't in class and then you skipped lunch."

"Yeah, I skipped. I didn't feel like getting even more stares and whispers about me then I already have."

"Is there anything I can do?" You all walked and Randy lingered behind you both.

"Not really. Just being here is enough."

"Well, YN. I'm here for you whenever you need me. I swear, say the word and I can take you out or talk for hours or whatever."

You gave a surprised smile. "...Out? Like a date? Uh, that's not exactly a great idea - "

"I know, I didn't mean it like that! Well...I mean, not right now. Sorry, it slipped."

"Just...Be here for me right now. That's more than enough."

"Whatever you need, I'm here."

He stared down at you with a soft smile and gripped your hand. Randy watched and you could see the disgust and mistrusting glare he gave from the corner of your vision. You nodded and released Derek's hand. "Uh...I want to see the media swarm. You know, the press conference on the lawn?"

He nodded, blinking. "Oh...Oh yeah, sure." He walked with you as Randy lagged with a disgusted face. Derek walked ahead of you and Randy whispered to you. "Need some petguard for your tick problem?"

You gave a sharp glare over your shoulder as you caught back up with him. All three of you walked till you saw Mickey and he joined.

"Ready to watch the show?" He gave a camera in hand. You all continued walking as you tilted your head with a half shrug. "Might as well. I'd like to see who I'm getting majorly screwed by and how."

Mickey snorted and Randy replied to you. "YN, I told you. We are golden! It's not like they wrote in blood that we're a target or something."

Derek looked at you in alarm right when Halie saw you and joined, leaving a group of girls she was talking to. "Wait, you think you are?"

You didn't look at him, continuing to walk. "...That's debatable."

"What is?" Halie asked. "I've been looking everywhere for you, YN! Way to worry people."

"Sorry, Halie. Just trying to lay low."

You got to the yard near the stage as Randy's eyes widened. "Wow, this is huge...Uh oh."

"Huh?" Mickey hummed in question as he fiddled with his hand held camrecorder.

"YN-" Randy drew out.

"Yeah?" You asked, trying to take it all in.

"I see your favorite is here." He grabbed your arm to pull you over there and point.

You scrunched your brows before your eyes landed on her. Different hair but the same woman nonetheless.

You felt your upper lip tighten over your teeth at her voice. Mickey started recording the scene as your eyes were hyper focused on her. Halie looked between you and your eyes on her. Face scrunched as she heard Randy mumble. "Press Conference by Gale Weathers, based on the book by Gale Weathers, soon to be a major motion picture starring...Gale Weathers." He smirked as Mickey jokingly recorded him.

You glared at her as Halie touched your arm. "YN? You good?"

Your jaw tightened. "Yeah...Yeah, I am."

Randy looked at the camcorder in Mickey's hand before looking at Gale. "She had calf implants."

You sat down on a brick ledge as Halie had her arms folded and glaring at Gale. You had shared plenty with her late at night. The guys all watched and listened. Randy seemed tense, listening to her while his eyes darted at you. You just stared her down as she asked questions.

"YN...Can I leave to get closer?"

You huffed. "I'm not a dog, Ray. You can leave me unattended."

He smirked. "You sure? Cause you look like you want to jump over the barricade and rip her to shreds."

"I don't…"

"You suck so badly at lying...Sooooo?"

You rolled your eyes. "Go. Get an up close look for us."

He walked closer to the media as you watched. Derek came up to you as soon as Randy left. Leaning forward to sit beside you. "So, that's her?"

"Yeah. Isn't she positively chilling? I can feel the frostbite from here." You growled as Mickey raised an amused brow and recorded you. You glared at him, flipping him off as as he muttered. "Ooohh, That is going in the director's cut."

He put his camera away and leaned back as you all saw a group of preppy girls you've never even talked to come up to you all. They plastered the fakest smiles you've ever seen. None of them had a hair or nail out of place as their heels clacked on the sidewalk.

The one in green beamed at you. "Hello girls. Enjoying yourselves?"

Halie instantly perked up as you just stared. "Oh hello sister Louis. Sister Murphy."

"Hello pledge." Murphy the blonde greeted her. She turned to you. Her voice going even higher to greet you. "Hi, YN!"

You forced a polite smile that you knew was as awkward as it gets. "Hey."

She scrunched her brows a bit too much and shook her head at you. "This must be flat out hell for you." Louis sighed and nodded her head sympathetically as Murphy spoke. "How are you holding up?"

"I manage." You gave, curt but polite. You didn't have anything against them even if you could sense the motive from a mile away.

"It's really weird, isn't it? To think this fuss is all because of you!"

You dropped the smile slightly as she continued. "I mean, maybe not directly. For the record, we as a sisterhood believe in innocence until proven guilty." Louis added. "Absolutely. We never believed the rumors for a second."

You gave a totally different smile. Tight lipped with annoyance in your eyes. " How nice."

Mickey and Derek exchanged glances.

Louis asked. "Of course! Now Halie, are you going to bring your friend to our little martini mixer tonight?"

Halie beamed as you gave her a look. "We'll be there!" As she put a hand on you to silence any protest.

Louis smiled. "Oh good...Because YN. We have our eyes on you." She smirked as Murphy raised a brow. "You hang in there. And if there is anything we can do-" She whispered low before Murphy covered her heart. "The Delta Lambdas are very sensitive to your plight."

Louis nodded in agreement before they all gave cute waves and told you bye. You stared with a scoff as they left and Mickey gave a scoff of his own with raised brows and a sneer. "The Delta Lambdas are the biggest bunch of fuckin-"

"Hey!" Halie exclaimed. "I'm pledging Delta Lambda, thank you."

You groaned as Mickey huffed to Derek. You looked at her. "Why the hell did you just do that?... I agree with whatever Mickey was gonna say."

Mickey pointed at you with a grin. " See? I was going to call them-"

Halie interrupted him, putting her hand on her hip with a scoff. "Excuse me? This traitor is gonna make sure you get in a sorority. It'll be good for you."

You gave a humorless huff in return. "Yeah, cause I need a sorority right now…" You trailed off as you swore you saw someone near a tree a little ways away.

It was a figure that had a very familiar and specific look. Looking around himself as if he was trying to find someone. He turned and you saw the lost expression on his face. "...No way." You stood up, trying to get a better look as Derek looked over at Mickey and then you. Your face lit up. "Dewey?" You ran away from your group the minute you saw his face fully.

He turned to you in surprise as you ran up to him. Complete joy at seeing him after 2 long years. You rushed over, hugging him tightly as he hugged you back with a disbelieving laugh. "Wha-...YN?"

"Dewey! What the hell are you doing here?"

He pulled back, smiling at you. "I could ask you the same thing! I didn't know you went to Windsor."

"Just started. Randy was shocked too."

He glanced over at the media. "Yeah...Heck of a first week. I thought the movie wasn't supposed to air until late October?"

"Marketing. I think I read somewhere that movie 'I Know What You Did Last Summer' is coming out and it would be bad for the box office...You know how much Miss Weathers loves her numbers increasing." You sarcastically gave.

He looked back down at you with an uneasy look. "YN, can we talk? It's been a long time."

You chuckled and led him to a gazebo nearby. "Of course. You don't think I don't have just as many questions for you? For one, what are you doing here?"

He shrugged as he limped. "Well, I hopped on a plane when I heard the news with Randy being here and all." You both sat at a table and he groaned while sitting.

"Are you okay?" You asked as he cringed but nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. That knife damaged a nerve."

You felt a sinking feeling. "Oh Dewey…"

"How is your injury?"

You moved your jacket to show him. "It's better. It only hurts if I move too fast without stretching."

He stared at you a moment. "I'm actually so relieved you're here, YN. I was worried about you. I didn't know if your folks still lived at the house you moved to or not. I had no way of knowing if you were okay."

You nodded sadly. "I know. I haven't talked to you since the day my parents moved us out of Woodsboro. How are you?"

He gave you a smile. His mustache seemed thinner, hair shorter and he didn't seem to have the same boyish twinkle to his eye he once did. "I'm doing okay. It's you I should be worried about."

"Dewey, you were a part of this too. And I'm doing great for not even my first month here. I joined the theater, I have a good friend group so far, I have a guy interested in me...It's normal. Great."

"Really? What's your major?"

"Criminology."

His face lit up. "Really? That's great, YN! Catching bad guys by getting in their head? You'll do amazing."

He watched you before you deflated. The lack of sleep was probably evident. The worry, stress, isolated situation. What was on the tip of your tongue but you just didn't know what to say or how.

He studied you, tilting his head. "Are you sure everything is great? You know, besides the murders."

You sighed heavily. "Actually...Dewey. This is going to sound crazy. Like, really crazy."

He leaned forward. "I'm listening."

You sat back, resting your chin in your hand and trying to muster the courage to say it. "...I had to go to therapy for PTSD and Anxiety. I'm not on medication at the moment so that makes what I'm going to tell you even more alarming."

He raised a brow in the cartoonish way you remembered. "Yeah?"

"...Do you think that…" You shook your head and paused before continuing. "...Do you think it's possible that Billy and Stu survived that fire?"

He blinked repeatedly. "Uh, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher?"

You could already imagine Tatum making fun of him or calling him doofus.

You nodded. "Yes."

"Uuuhhhh…First, why?"

You stared at him. "They told me they never found the bodies. The detective almost acted like he wanted to question not only if I was involved but if I knew something."

Dewey cringed and rubbed his neck. You stared at him, brows furrowing. "Dewey...What do you know?"

He sighed heavily. "It's nothing! Just that. Well, we found the back door open. It was so far away from the crime scene, big house and all that, no one probably even knew it was there."

Your stomach dropped as you sat up to lean forward. "...WHAT?"

"YN, they probably left it open when running in and out of the house after...Us. After us. Or the heat could have popped the latch. A lot of things were destroyed by the heat and the fire."

"Footprints?"

He hesitated before nodding. "Yes..." You felt your body stiffen as he continued. "But that could have been from them earlier! It rained a few nights before. It could have even been before the party. They were only in one spot and no where else."

"In or out?"

"YN-"

"Dewey. In or Out?"

"Out."

"And this was never evidence because??"

"Because it was a dead end and couldn't be proven or not to be during the fight or fire...YN, what does this have to do with right now?"

You flopped back in your seat, running a hand over your face with a humorless laugh. "God...You don't understand...This just confirms it even more! Holy shit..."

"Huh? What confirms what??"

You stared at him. You saw Tatum in his eyes. Both of them had the same dark brown eyes that were so expressive, you could read them like a book. You bit your lip before letting it out. "Billy and Stu are behind these murders."

His eyes bulged and he lowered his chin to stare at you. You continued, looking around yourself. "I've seen them...Dewey, Stu sent me a threat on a post it note and the calls have been non-stop."

He gave a tight smile. "YN...I'm not trying to tell you what you saw but...It's really impossible they lived-"

You smacked the table and stood up. "I know who I saw!" You felt your throat burn, eyes watering as you looked away. Subconsciously searching for them in the crowd. Secretly hoping they would show themselves so you could point them out.

You talked to him over your shoulder as he stood up slowly. "Dewey, I know them. I'm the one that gave Billy Loomis that scar. The same one this guy had on the same side...No one on the face of this Earth called me sweetcheeks but Stu. I'm not...Fucking crazy!" You growled through gritted teeth, sucking in a breath to calm yourself as he came up to you.

"Hey." He softly mumbled, gently touching your shoulder. "I know you're not."

You rolled your lips, blinking repeatedly as you spoke. "Dewey, I'm scared. They lived. I know they did and they won't stop until my heart is crushed in their hands and my innards are strung on the floor. They hate me. They hate me so much for betraying them...I know they're coming for me."

He rubbed your shoulder, leaning against the beam next to you. "YN. I'm not saying that you're seeing things but until we have concrete evidence, there's no reason to be so scared."

You realized you were shaking. It angered you deeply how much those two traumatized you. Even after years, the idea that they really were here and not just figments of your imagination or misplaced identity made you sick to your stomach.

Dewey smiled softly and urged you to look at him. You slowly glanced over at him, trying so hard to keep it together. It was almost impossible with him.

"It's okay. I'm here now. You think I'm ever going to let anything happen to you or Randy? I swore I'd never let anything happen to you kids ever again. No one is getting hurt as long as I'm here." He gave in a whisper. His eyebrows turned up and regret in his eyes. You realized how tired he looked. How haunted. He looked 5 years older than what he probably should and you knew why. He had his own demons he was fighting.

You felt the tears in your eyes and you sniffed, smiling before reaching out to hug him. You mumbled against his shoulder. "I know, Dewey. I really am glad to see you again."

He patted your back as you heard the heaviness in his voice. "...Me too."

He drew back, holding you by the shoulders. Your tears never fell as you blinked them away and smiled at him. He smiled sadly back down at you. "I promise, I will keep an eye out. I was tossing a football on the field while those boys were in the stands watching. I know them better than even you probably do...IF you're right; we'll catch them."

"And if I'm wrong?"

He released you and leaned against the post. "Then...You need to look around. It's likely that the killer knows you, YN. Just like last time. Keep an eye out."

You folded your arms and glanced back at your group. Derek was watching you intently. You nodded before looking back at Dewey. "I know. I'll be on guard."

"I'm gonna talk to Chief Hartley and the local police. I'm just gonna hang around...Make sure you're safe. But if you don't want me-"

You instantly smiled and stopped him. "Dewey. I want you to stay. I feel safer with you here for me and Randy and all these college kids."

He slowly smiled proudly at that. "Alright YN. " He gently patted your hand as you watched him leave. Limping down the stairs. It pained you seeing him in pain and taken down so much.

'...All because two teen boys were bored and vengeful at the wrong people.' You watched him hobbling away, trying so hard to hide his limp. Always trying to be the strong, reliable guy in everyone's lives. 'Tatter. I wish you could have lived just to see how great of a guy he is. You probably already knew that...Duh, YN.' You sadly smiled to yourself before seeing your friends walk your way. You cleared your throat and hopped off the gazebo.

"Hey, you okay?" Halie was the first to ask. You subconsciously wiped your eyes. "Yeah, of course."

"Who was that guy?" Derek asked, watching Dewey walk away to the media.

Randy's face lit up when he saw him. "Deputy Dewey, Woodsboro's finest! What's he doing here?"

"Being our surrogate big brother and worrying about us. You know, being a Riley."

"Nothing like a funeral to bring a family together." He replied. "I'm gonna go say hi."

"Go on, we'll be here." You watched Randy catch up to Dewey.

Mickey fidgeted before he finally couldn't hold it in any longer. "YN, the police said the girl was stabbed seven times-"

"Drop it." Derek interrupted.

You shook your head. "It's fine, Derek. I can handle talking about it. I'm the final girl, if I can live through that then-"

"Hello, YN."

You froze. Eyes widening at hand clenching into a fist at your side when you heard her voice behind you. You sucked in a breath and closed your eyes. "...Gale." You turned to see her fake smile, her arrogant attitude and cameras in your face.

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stusbunker · 5 years ago

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Siblings

A Supernatural Fan-fiction

Featuring: Dean, Sam and Cas

Written for @risingphoenix761 for my 800 Words or Less 800 Follower Celebration

They really were too old for this. But somethings are unforgivable and even more things deserve retribution, which is why Castiel found Dean and Sam at each other’s throats one Thursday afternoon in the bunker library.

“What is going on?” Cas broke in, trying to figure out who was in the wrong.

“Sam’s being a fucking diva about his hair,” Dean rolled his eyes and plopped down into a nearby chair.

“That shampoo was a gift from Eileen, it costs like fifty bucks, Dean. It’s not okay just to waste it because your butthurt over breakfast.” Sam tried to flatten his hair, but it was static charged and not complying despite his fidgeting.

“Oh shut up about the damn shampoo, I’ll buy you another one!” Dean’s voice rose. “You fucking filled my danish with mayo, freakin’ psycho. You don’t mess with a man’s sustenance!”

“Nobody made you eat the whole thing!” Sam spread his arms in challenge, bending at the waist to reiterate the height difference between him standing and Dean in a chair.

Dean stood up and got back in his brother’s face. Sam’s lip curled menacingly.

“You’re the one who started this, debauching my baby like that.” Dean’s voice was so low Castiel was only able to hear him as an angel.

“I told you, that wasn’t me!” Sam licked his lips and rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah, who else was here?” Huh?! I don’t think Cas suddenly decided to take her for a spin and a fucking lube job,” Dean gestured to the angel and Cas became increasingly uncomfortable.

“Guys?” Cas’s deep voice tried to iron out the tension in the air.

Dean cocked his jaw and fisted his hands, the sight of Sam and his poofy hair almost unbearable. Sam had his hands on his hips and sighed, glancing over to Cas to hopefully get past this argument.

“What’s up, Cas?”

“What happened to the Impala?” Cas seemed overly alarmed.

“I don’t know, Samuel? What did you do?” Dean sassed, lips pursed.

“I didn’t do anything! But, apparently Dean couldn’t keep his hands on the wheel and nearly crashed on the way out of the garage.” Sam explained.

“When did this happen?” Cas pressed.

“Day before yesterday?” Sam looked to Dean who just sneered.

“Oh,” Cas replied, looking to the floor. “I think I knew what happened. Jack said he wanted to do something nice, so I suggested he wash and wax the car for you, before the next hunt.”

Dean’s jaw hit the floor and Sam had to bite back a blinding grin.

“You gave permission to a three year old to touch my car?” Dean sputtered.

“Told you I didn’t do it,” Sam said out of the side of his mouth.

“Fuck off, I’m not done here,” Dean muttered and turned back to Cas. “Thanks, but no thanks. Now I need to figure out what he used and where else!”

Dean stormed off to find Jack, leaving Sam quietly chuckling and Castiel in resigned guilt.

“Well, I hope this at least clears things up between you two,” Cas offered.

Sam weighed his head from side to side, frowning in consideration. “Maybe, if he isn’t still pissed when he finds what else I left for him.”

It was Cas’s turn to roll his eyes.

Prompt #6 of 8

How about Sam and Dean having a prank war in the bunker until Cas gets fed up enough to intervene?

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Special thanks to @there-must-be-a-lock @cracksinthewalls and @mskathywriteswords because I am not at all a prankster. xoxo

#stu's 800 or less #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #prank war #sam and dean #stu's 800 follower celebration

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all-hail-the-witcher · 4 years ago

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OK IT TOOK ME FOREVER but I finally figured out your freakin username jeaklgeja. How did it take me this long im screaming. The lyric from Newsies i-

it’s actually also a pun. specs is a background newsie (played in obc by Ryan steele who is a god amongst men omg) and yeah. respecsable. but yeah it’s a line from kony

once upon a time I was a big Newsies blog in the 2018 Newsies fandom. and by Big I mean I think I had like 800 followers at my max. which was a lot cause it felt like there were maybe 15 of us.

but it was fun, met some cool people (katyas also an ex newsie blog)

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steve0discusses · 5 years ago

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Yugioh S4 Ep 11: Rafael’s Lian Yu Experience

Ah, lets tune into Yugioh where Duke has decided to do some off-roading in the worst car and in the worst place.

Ah yes, the normal interaction you would have with a desert and your expensive vintage car. Duke has been struggling since he became a protagonist to stick to a defining trope. Now that Serenity is gone, and now that they aren’t watching a duel for Duke to be a downer about, I guess his only other tick is that he sucks at driving?

Again there was a perfectly serviceable truck back at the RV but they just really like to put miles on this car (which doesn’t have it’s lights on I believe, which...good job, Duke).

And he just launches these two inexplicably out of the car. Because Yugi might be losing his whole damn soul on the other end of this desert, but we will have cartoon shenanigans, damn it.

It really does look like Dukes looking through the wrong side of his binoculars here...that extra level of Duke.

Speaking of extra level, hows that horse thing going? Where Yugi is riding a horse for the first time in his entire life?

Because, apparently the show has decided that Yami should be really good at horses (????????). He can’t read any Egyptian, he doesn’t have any memories of his Pharaoh life, he can barely use magic, but apparently, he can game a horse. Only problem, is that this art team of high octane vehicle enthusiasts seems totally unaware of how horses work---I’ll just show you. This scene GOES places, and I will absolutely record it so you can watch it in it’s entirety in a separate post.

(see more horse under the cut)

The horses leg didn’t move the entire slide down the mountain y’all, he just stuck one hoof in front of him and power-slid down a freakin cliff like he was wearing horse Wheelies.

What the Hell?

Anyway, welcome to our new dueling platform.

You wouldn’t believe it, but it’s on a very tall thing. I know, in this show? They’re dueling on a tall thing? Whaaaaat?

This is a hilariously weirdly perfectly cylindrical land mass 10/10.

So Rafael’s whole deal is so freakin weird.

Rafael’s a weirdo. I was ready for Alister, since Alister introduced himself in a Maximilian Pegasus suit, but I just wasn’t expecting Rafael to be the weirdEST youknow? Of the three? Like he’s up there with Arcana and the band-saw ankle-slicing machine. Just a really choice human being who makes really good decisions.

God bless this artist’s obsession with edgy cargoes.

Anyways, another fun fact about Rafael is he gets more and more jacked with every single frame it feels--his muscles are like the quality to go fight Cell, but all he does is play cards.

Also he’s obsessed with justifying mass murder on a global scale so...he seems a little bit like an X-men villain in that way, except he’s...just a normal ass dude who got really buffed.

Rafael needs a reason to want to destroy all humanity--that’s really the big dilemma that the writing crew was given, but the way they got there...was a lot.

Lets dive right into it, starts off kind of normal, run of the mill “gotta cleanse the world yada yada” and then just starts somersaulting down a steep hill like in Princess Bride.

First of all, the show decides to reveal to us the entire story via a Rebecca google search, and then, once we’re like WTF? we get to hear it in it’s entirety and it is way weirder the second time.

So um...this Titanic cruise ship.

Yeah. I know. That’s a lot of Princess Peach dresses.

(welcome back, glass of OJ that every child on this show drinks with every meal)

Honestly there is no greater curse in this show than being rich. If you’re a rich dude you are SCREWED. Some force of nature is going to come for you just at any possible moment. You will get abducted....MANY TIMES. You will lose your parents, repeatedly. Your wife will die shortly after marriage. Some asshole will walk up and just remove your eyeball and replace it with a magic golf ball. You will never be the best at cards. Just never be rich in the Yugioh universe. It is better to be dead.

Speaking, of dead--just did a Rebecca-brand google search--do you know how many people fit on an average cruise liner?

It’s more than you think.

Woooooooooooooooooooooo that’s about 3000 people! Just nonchalantly! (and yo, I went mid-range, some cruise liners carry like 6000)

We passed so many 69′s just now!

Now there is some weird issues with this episode where Rebecca was like “The only survivor was Rafael” and then later, Rafael mentions his family is still alive--kinda sounds like the translation shenanigans are back at it, where the English version is desperately trying to keep people from dying, but like, the Japanese version drew a 600 ft tidal wave that ate up this cruise-liner like it was a bathtub toy made of paper.

But sure, maybe some escape boats made it out safely from a catastrophe that is 800 times worse than the Titanic. Sure they did.

PS History Channel got into a weird trend in the 00′s where they used to do these series of rogue wave horror stories--do you remember those? Anyways, one of my friends got super spooked by rogue waves and had it as one of her top ten fears. At the time I was like “lol you’re not gonna get rogue waved on a cruise are you kidding?” But then again, maybe she watched Yugioh and this episode scarred her for life?

Especially since this crazy traumatic experience was followed by three years of being stranded on an island and going COMPLETELY insane. Like not just...partial--Rafeal has absolutely no grip on reality anymore. Like, at all. He’s on another plane from most other Yugioh villains.

It’s like Lord of the Flies but there’s only one person in it. The Lord of the Fly.

This is a kid’s show.

Anyways, on the island, Rafael got hella jacked. So there was that one plus. He did eventually become a very huge person in his adulthood, although he did get a Mokuba haircut for a little while. This honestly says more about Mokuba’s hair routine than anything else.

He also spent some time seeing his lost family members as these three cards that he likes to pray to. Occasionally they fall into the ocean and he has to dry them off. Rafael lived a kind of boring weird life cycling between hallucinations and staring into the ocean.

The show didn’t bother to tell us what Rafael was eating or explain how that outfit lasted 3 years. But, they did describe that after 3 ENTIRE YEARS, Darts decided to just start harassing him.

Which...OK...and then there was this next sequence

I mean this was the only interaction that Rafael had in three years so maybe he forgot that getting drowned by people who harness the power of the ocean isn’t like...good behavior?

Anyways, back in the real world, in the city and wearing his hot topic grunge vest well into his early 30′s, Rafael decided that everyone just...deserves to die. Traffic sucks. Cities sucks. There’s too much crime. Everyone should be dead. It was very strange and sudden twist. You go from having all the money in the world, to no money, and then back to all the money and it’s like “Central heating SUCKS! KILL EVERYONE!”

Then Rafael made this mention of his family that has to be a translation thing.

Those guys have got to be dead. I mean this is Yugioh. There were no survivors. I’ll be very surprised if they pop up next episode, I’ll even dock them off the Death Count if they never died, I am that certain they won’t still be dead in this upcoming arc. They have clearly been replaced with paper cards. Like I wouldn’t be surprised if their souls were somehow inside these particular cards he carries.

I didn’t cap it, but to walk on the island you walk across a glowing oricalchos bridge and it was very goofy.

And then these guys showed up, reminding me again that they are still on this show, because tbh, I completely forgot.

I kinda miss when they were the weirdest people here and I just thought Rafael was another boring guy in handlebar muttonchops.

Anyway, it’s a short update today. I’m a little behind on things in other places, so that’s fine by me. I keep hoping that soon I’ll be back to doing like 2 of these a week. Especially since I recently decided to start blocking twitter and other places I’ve been wasting a little too much time on, maybe then it’ll funnel my efforts to here? We’ll see. Next episode we’ll find out how long all of these guys wearing jackets in the desert are faring.

And here’s a link to read these from the beginning.

#yugioh #yu gi oh #photo recap #episode recap #yugi muto #raphael #rex and weevil #tea gardner #rebecca hawkins #joey wheeler #tristan taylor #duke devlin #how to completely destroy your expensive car #S4 #Ep11

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#lol i have nearly 800 followers #but i think only about 3 literal people miss me when i'm gone #how does that work lol >>;#i'm not trying to be a smartass here i'm just amazed #my master has only like 300 but his blog is constantly hopping #this blog? it's a freakin graveyard #and my castiel blog is even worse #hreh #it's not a thing of having too many followers either #my loki blog has 2200 and is also very active #why are my spn muses such duds lately lol ._

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800 Followers Ask: Could I get a poem based on my @rainsoakedwriter username?

[Help me celebrate 800!]

I’d be honored to write you a poem, @therainsoakedwriter!

I… may have gotten a bit carried away with this one. It started with the idea to write it about a Viking skald composing a song on the way home from a great battle, but then I remembered that one folklore class I took where we looked at oral poetry forms.

So I had to write it in heroic meter. Or, rather, dróttkvœtt meter. (Which is very hard to do for someone who mainly writes blank verse!) You could say I like to kick it old school. 😎

And I used some legit Norse kennings. Because I love kennings and I am #extra. I’m pretending this was written in Old Norse and then translated because I do not know Norwegian.

Midst stern and aft was heof the field-chargers, all waylaid by a hurtling storm that tossed the wind-steeds

unto the skyward breach.With mighty a voice and a keen eye, Skald Calderpaced its length, hands bracing,

his body twixt mast and man, called against thunder and roaring rain a songto rally his people:

We cried aloud and raised our swords, We broke the gates and soldiers’ lines, We shattered their shields and cleft in twainAnd were gloried with Welsh gold.

With oars striking sea and hot battle-blood flowing,they cross the wave-world wideand journey on to home.

I think I did a pretty good job for 5 minutes of research and a quick skim of a single page of Beowulf.

Here are my sources! If you want some good reading, browse the kennings webside because some of them are freakin’ cool.

Skaldic Poetry Information

Skaldic Forms of Poetry

Skaldic Poetry of the Scandinavian Ages site

Kenning Index

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chronicbatfictioner · 6 years ago

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A Real Boy - Chapter 22

"So... King Kong is real, and even Solovar don't know what to do with it."

"Technically--" Barbara started, and then changed her mind. "Forget it. I can't even-- I don't even know what's real or not real but is... real, anymore."

Dick placed his elbow on the table and chin on his hand. "I'm with you in this. But if you're gonna say that 'technically Solovar of Gorilla City is King Kong', you're not wrong. Just... this King Kong is about three, four storeys' tall. And Solovar himself isn't even eight feet tall. He's like, seven-foot-two? Something?"

"I'm lost." Tim admitted, as he walked in to the room in the middle of the conversation.

"Hi, Lost--"

"Grayson, no dad jokes. You're not a dad, yet." Jason interrupted.

"Did my bike get home in one piece?" Dick turned to Jason.

"Definitely not, it's in approximately 142 pieces between here and Sprang Bridge." Jason replied insolently.

"Oh, cool. Considering there are about 800 pieces on that thing, means the puzzle pieces that was my bike are still big enough to reassemble..." Dick responded idly.

Tim met Barbara's glare before simultaneously rolling their respective eyes.

"Uh, guys? King Kong?" Tim finally decided to press. "I know I'm not gonna like the answer. But I gotta ask, don't I?"

"Yeah, well, I didn't like it either, but I ended up facing it..." Dick replied, shifting. Tim finally noticed and realized that under the fitted V-necked shirt, there were parallel bulges. Slight enough to not be noticed, if Tim hasn't seen the sliver of white under Dick's collar.

"You're injured." Jason, who apparently noticed the same thing, commented first.

"Pretty much. Bruised ribs, several stitches--"

"Dozen. Several dozen stitches," Barbara corrected.

"--several dozen stitches. And they all came from a freakin' King Kong."

"Dick was the damsel in distress, shrieks and all. Only Kong wasn't looking to like, rescue him from the nasties that is Men's World, but rather to devour him or something." Barbara elaborated. "And I have the only unedited footage, complete with sound."

"Dibs on watching it!" Jason exclaimed.

"It squished me." Dick said, looking almost proud. "And I gotta say that was the first I've seen Kong vs Elephant."

"Zitka was... clearly unhappy and expanded herself to be bigger than the Kong. Rammed herself onto Kong and freed Dick. The others... Arsenal was then able to shoot it with enough tranquilizer to sedate... --uh..."

"Ten gorillas?" Jason's unsuccessful attempt to not smirk was all too visible.

"Yeeeah, thereabout. Probably closer to like, twenty gorillas from Gorilla City that are larger than common gorillas by default..." Dick concluded. "And then Donna Troy moved it from Downtown Manhattan to... I dunno where she brought Kong to." he admitted.

"Best to not know, really. It was re-shrunk into its ordinary size - which is, as anyone would suspect, that of a common silverback gorilla..." Barbara finished. "Sooo... you guys got Cthulhu, I've heard."

"What the hell's going on, anyway? We've got literal made-up creatures coming out the wazoo..." Jason groused.

"I thought Cthulhu was real...?" Barbara queried.

"It is - the species. But not as massive as the one we saw on campus. Just like your Kong." Jason explained. "So yeah, what the hell...?"

"Those creatures were made up. Man-made with... Well, I'd say Lovecraft probably had the better prosaic description of the one we saw. But a massive Kong was absolutely... unimaginative." Tim remarked. "I'm just hoping that whoever did this won't do Jurassic Park next..."

"I would probably roll my eyes so hard at the first live T-rex or velociraptors I see, shoot them damn things and make steaks." Dick growled. His eyes suddenly widen. "I am, however, hoping this person isn't a sci-fi fan..." he said dramatically, glaring alternatively at Jason, Barbara, and then Tim.

Tim groaned exasperatedly. "If I see a Jabba or an ewok, organic or not, I'm gonna change them back to plastic."

Jason gasped mockingly. "But Tim! There could be creatures like them anywhere else in the universe! It's like we're alone in the whole universe!"

"Oh shut up." Tim snarled at him. "Eh... wait..." a thought suddenly hit him. "They were all man-made, organic, and sentient."

"I seriously could see a lightbulb switched on in his head..." Dick remarked as Tim mulled his thoughts, which promptly changed into the thought of 'what if all humans or magi would have an image of a lightbulb getting switched on whenever they got a brilliant idea?'

Fortunately the split second question did not interrupt Tim's main line of thoughts at all.

"They weren't supposed to be alive, or sentient, or exist. Or organic. Sizes notwithstanding..." Tim muttered under his breath after the pictures of his thought lined up a little neater in his mind.

"The person has the same powers as yours?" Barbara hazarded a guess.

"I can't make living things out of inanimate ob--" Tim said, and stopped abruptly. "Where is Lex Luthor now?"

"Belle Reve, last I checked," came Bruce's voice. "he's constantly undergoing psychiatric evaluation on daily basis. He's still there and has no contact with either his former associates or employees."

"How well do you trust the staff at Belle Reve?" Tim insisted. "I mean, he managed to make Conner. He's the only one who had managed to turn an effigy - a statue - into a human being!"

Bruce glared at Tim contemplatively - at least that was what Tim hoped for, and not anger out of Tim's insolence in doubting him.

"The staff at Belle Reve is... commanded by Amanda Waller, a staunch proponent of controlling magickal abilities and artifacts for the good of humankind, regardless of their magickal abilities or lack thereof. She will not let Luthor meddle with anyone under her watch." Bruce explained. "Some things Waller has done that I... generally do not approve of. She is a warlock, you see. But like me, she had opted for protection rather than destruction. Her methods still made me cringe, sometimes. But it is... out of my jurisdiction."

Tim could see that Bruce was gritting his teeth for the last few sentences, and Barbara confirmed his suspicion by saying, "she's like, a government-sanctioned agent. She could and has actually applied the death sentence and perform... experimental methods upon her inmates."

"Oh," now Tim cringed, too. It was public secret that the government - their government - has agencies that were authorized to do things that would be frowned upon by general morality, and that was just Tim's brain being nice. Human experimentation - through magickal or other means - was at the forefront of the reasons. Not surprisingly, death sentence was far further in the list.

Still, there was a more important question in Tim's mind that was not answered by either Bruce or Barbara.

"But do you trust her enough not to use Luthor's abilities for her own advantage?" Tim insisted.

The quiet that followed was punctuated by a distant screech of a bat, as if mocking their sudden silence filled with blatant uncertainty.

"I do not." Bruce finally said after some good long seconds. "I should have given you excuses and reasons on why, but I cannot provide you with answers that will not sound like a cliché."

"Good to know that you're not a typical adult who'd say we youngins should trust our government implicitly and explicitly." Tim deadpanned.

"I wouldn't still be here if he's like that. I'll check if Waller is in any way complicit or in any way behaving differently in the past... well, through the times of the strange goings-on, really. You'll need a broad data points to see patterns, right?" Barbara asked, and Tim froze a little at just how easy it seemed for Barbara to offer an activity that would generally constituted to a 'Big Brother' type of thing. Barbara, probably sensing his uneasiness, smiled and added, "no, Tim, I don't watch her 24/7 deliberately. But we do live in a kind of Big Brother country, after all. She was the one suggesting that the government keep watch over all of its citizens."

"Barbara just figured out ways to keep certain people out of the loop, like - you know - what the government itself would do for their secret agents and CIA and stuff." Dick elaborated.

"But if she's like, out of the loop...?" Tim hesitated.

"That's what I did, she can keep the government watching common people and hide her own people - or people like her; but she can't hide from me." Barbara smirked. "The Oracle's Tiara made it possible for me to manipulate cameras and programs to literally show what is hidden. So no, there's no need for me to keep watch on people 24/7. I'm not that dedicated. Or have nothing better to do with my time..."

"Oh, cool," Tim was interested this time. "If, say, I want to know where Dick is at certain time and date, you can find that out." he ascertained.

"Yes, if I allowed you to. But no, Tim, I don't stalk Dick, either." Barbara chuckled.

"Yeah, no... that was just an example 'cause I think Dick and Bruce - at least - would've been hidden from the government cams, anyway. But... not your cams, right?" Tim spluttered. "I mean, I've made sure that all recordings of me would at least be distorted - if not destroyed - every time I did something magickal in public..."

"...and you've done a very good job that none of us even know of your existence. I figured that if you can hide that well, it shouldn't be a big trouble for you to figure out how to reverse engineer your trick to find what you want to find, yes?" Bruce hinted, not-so-subtly.

Tim glared at him, blinking owlishly, more lost in his own thoughts than anything else as methods after methods of reverse 'engineering' camera filters started spinning in his mind.

"Right," Bruce nodded. "Just let Barbara know what you need and how we can help." he decided.

"I haven't even say I'll do it!" Tim protested out of habit.

"Your mouth denies it, but your entire body language is already trying to figure out how to solve this, little Timmy!" Dick chuckled. "So let's! I want to know how King Kong came to happen and if I can use it to make a bat that I can ride on!"

#Tim Drake #Jason Todd #JayTim #Dick Grayson #Barbara Gordon #Alfred Pennyworth #Zitka #because Zitka deserves to be mentioned in a tag #Lex Luthor #Amanda Waller #Oracle #Magi!AU #no-capeAU

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thebrotherscupheadandmugman · 7 years ago

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Double Z’s Fourth Follower Forever!!

Four hundred. Four hundred followers. When did I start this blog? December 13, 2017. That’s four months. Four months. My mind is literally blown rn guys. Ever since I was young, my only dream was to make people smile. I literally cannot even fathom that my words make at least 400 people do that. If you literally told me as a child that I would enjoy writing, I would never have believed you.

Anyway, the follower forever is going under the cut this time, because the last thing I want is to clog people’s dashes asdghjk

Let’s start things off with the blog that inspired me to join the rpc in the first place. They were recommended to me while I was more active on my Team Skull OC blog, and I would see their writing and was inspired to join once I knew I wanted to write for Cuphead. Miles of @gamblingcxp @playerxwo @islandkitsu @team-strife @vulpinewarrior and probably more that I can’t think of! Miles is honestly such a sweet heart, and such a supportive bean! I wouldn’t be anywhere close to where we stand now with out them! They deserve all the love and support in the world!!

Next is @plate-of-blins! Some of y’all know how selective I am with OC’s, but Blinchik is so creative and the mun is a freakin’ cinnamon roll! Not to mention clever and smart! English is well known to be one of the hardest second languages to learn, yet she speaks it so fluently and comprehensively! She probably speaks it better than some people who are native English speakers! Her and her OC deserve more love and attention!!

@djimmi-the-great-and-powerful. I’ve gotta be honest. Back in December, Djimmi was a somewhat forgettable boss for someone who hadn’t played it yet. I usually remembered bosses from their music after I bought the soundtrack, and Pyramid Peril was probably my least favorite. But now Djimmi’s a character I really love! Puphead too! You will absolutely adore their Puphead! Sweet wooden boi!! Mun is just an absolutely fantastic person too! Whether you need someone to laugh and make fart jokes with, or you need someone to give you advise, djimmi-the-great-and-powerful is a great partner and friend!! Mun also runs @askredwoodfamily and @the-devils-waiter

@askcupheadthings. Sweet boi. Sweet mun. Whether you need some angst in you life or ketchup, Taco Taako has got you freakin’ covered!! What can I really say about Taco Taako that hasn’t already been said? We may have disagreeing headcanons, but the fact that they are willing to make compromises and work with their partner is glorious! I personally think that’s what every partner should do when it comes to familial characters! Not only that, but they will go out of their way to make sure their partner is comfortable, which is so so important and admirable!! Taako also runs @boristwolf @agentlemanlyscientist @devilish-dishes @merman-cuphead @barry-boxington-the-box-kid @a-home-for-broken-mugs and @the-real-clockwork-queen

I know that @easyriches is on hiatus until they get out of school, but their mun is the frickin’ best! They’re so supportive and will never fail to make you laugh. Or scream. Usually at memes. Heck, they managed to start a war over “Milk and Cookies” vs “Cookie and Milk”...needless to say, I ended up firing them from cookies. They also combined Squeesh and Cronch to create ‘squonch,’ which I later found out upon listening to the sound effect for Goopy’s fight that it was the perfect onomatopoeia for a slime getting crushed by a tombstone falling from the sky. Who knew?

@cutieunderthesea is such a love honestly! I know we don’t talk or interact much, but I seriously love them, and love seeing them pop up in my activity feed! English is also their second language, but you probably wouldn’t have guessed that if they didn’t say so on their blog!! They’re much smarter than me, and they’re also learning how to code and stuff, which I think is really cool! They also run @sent-from-above

@dxmonsxcarnival is such a great friend that looks out for you!! I genuinely feel bad that our threads tend to get dropped before they even get started, but honestly, even if you don’t role-play much they are still a great person to talk to! I mean they keep a folder of cat images for their internet friends when they need a pick-me-up! How awesome and thoughtful is that?! They also run @shyxbrotherxmxgman and @scaredxsightless

@bashfulreptile and I haven’t known each other long, but I really like the way they portray the dragon bean!! I hope we talk more and have more threads in the future!!

@do-or-dice and I think so much alike when it comes to striving for accuracy of the times!! I even headcanon that the events in the game take place in 1934, making this blog take place in 1935- which just so happens to also be the same year that they write in! They’re super fun to share headcanons with too! I know I suck at talking friend, but I hope we interact more in the future!!

@inthediehouse aka @hornedheathen! So much potential for angst! I know I haven’t interacted with you Dice much, but I hope to change that at some point!! I really love our threads together and I hope these two fools can butt heads more in the future!!

@devilishcrybaby I know we haven’t known each other long as well, nor have we had many consistent threads, but I can just tell we’ll get along just great!!

@cala-marix is such a sweetheart too! Sweet and caring! I’m so glad whenever I see them on my dash no matter what blog they’re using! Whenever I see cat photos on my dash I can’t help but think of them! Good friend! They also run @rxmor-honeybottomx

I think this’ll be my cutoff on saying nice things because it’s been almost two hours since I started this I think. I’m only going to mention their personal since they run so many Cuphead side-blogs and I don’t know them all. I know they caused a bit of controversy a little while back, but given their young age, I’d say it’s more than excusable, and definitely worth giving them a second chance. @eye-tossing-ghostie is really such a nice person to talk to- again even if you don’t end up doing much role-playing. They’re kind and caring and they try their best to be calm and understanding. They really do mean well, and I think they deserve more patience than I see them get. They really are a nice kid, but they’re still growing an learning. I consider them a friend, even if we don’t talk or interact much.

Hold on to your butts cuz we ain’t done yet.

Cuphead: @impvlsive-gxmblcr @porcelainjokers @confidentcuphead @twocupsandacontract (I believe I’ve mentioned the others I’ve interacted with already?)

Mugman: @merrymugsy @porcelainjokers @twocupsandacontract(Again I’ve already mentioned the rest)

King Dice: @six-sided-sinner @snakeiis @gamest-intheland @diceptixn

Root Pack: @psycarota

Goopy le Grande: @bnlgoopywooper

Cagney Carnation: @getouttatherosebush @txtaldomination @twocupsandacontract @sillycxrnxtion

Ribby&Croaks: @wrongsidefthelilyp4d

Hilda Burg: @a-threatenin-zeppelin

Djimmi the Great: @its-your-pal-djimmi

Baroness Von Bon Bon: @notyoursugarqueen

Wally Jr: @juniorwarbles

Beppi the Clown: @inkwellharlequin (Mentioned the rest I believe?)

Brineybeard: @drunkensxilor

Cala Maria: @highseachighjinxs (mentioned the rest)

Werner Werman: @muriinecorps @vermin-veteran @rat-in-a-can

Dr. Khal: @whoyougonnakahl

Phantom Express: @blxndspxctcr

Casino Bosses: @wheezycigar @rxssian-roulette @poker-chip-cowboy @melty-8ball

Devil: @casinx @whenyouareevil (I know there’s way more but I either can’t find them or already mentioned them)

Demon Cups/Mugs: @goodmugbadmug @diabolical-ceramics

OCs: @cxrtoon-hxnter @saltyocsrp @hellssecretary @doggone-doneit @claireinette @polaroidxcamera @williamstripes @rollthediceheads @drumline-doom @cupfull-o-muses

Whew!! That was a lot!! Now some may be missing because I have the memory of a gnat, and others may have gone on hiatus. There were a couple of people on here that I was going to mention but then I remembered they were on hiatus for one reason or another. So if I mentioned a blog that’s no longer active, I really apologize for that. If I forgot to mention you, I also apologize for that.

That being said, that y’all so much again for 400!! Next follower forever happens at 800!! We can totally do this guys!! I love you all so much!

~ Double Z))

#Out of Luck #400 Followers!#Double Z's Follower Forever #((I can't say enough thanks because all of y'all are amazing!!))

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Nov 24, 2004 Hi folks, So I picked up homeworld 2 for mac having played it on a friend's PC, but really missed the ability to add mods for multiplayer games when i played it on mac. I even emailed Aspyr, but they were no help. Then the other day i came across a an explanation for how to do it, at least.

Homeworld 2 November 1, 2004 | Michael Yanovich

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Secondly Homeworld 2 was written and ported to the Mac in such a way that you can take advantage of many of the great game mods out there. I've run the version of the game wherein all the ships are Legos, for example.

The Homeworld Remastered Collection introduces Relic's acclaimed space strategy games Homeworld and Homeworld 2 to modern players and operating systems using the newest sophisticated graphics rendering technology, plus a fully remastered score and new, high fidelity voice recordings by the original actors.

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I never played the original Homeworld – it didn’t make it over to the Mac and I don’t own a PC – so I wasn’t sure what to expect when I got this game. I’d just heard lots of positive buzz, and something about a real time strategy game set in outer space. So I wasn’t surprised when that’s exactly what I got. What did surprise me is how exceedingly cool this game is.

But first, a few words about most RTS games in general. In my experience, single player campaigns start off fairly slow and easy and gradually introduce new units as the storyline progresses. Many players finish up the single player campaign and then move on to multiplayer battles over the internet, where experience levels really matter. That is to say, most of us can beat a single player game with enough save points and a couple of tries. You just don’t have to be an especially good player. But multiplayer games tend to fall into two categories. The first, games with a few friends, all of whom know the game basics but aren’t particularly amazing. Then there are those players you frequently run into in online ladder games, opponents who are really great players. They know the ultimate build sequences, unit locations, rush strategies, resource gathering patterns… they have the entire battle plan in their head before they even start a game.

Well, maybe it’s just me but Homeworld 2 seems to require you be the second kind of player – the highly skilled one – to really get into this game. This is clearly not meant for casual gamers, and frankly I felt a bit overwhelmed at times. But even in the midst of a heavy battle where I was getting my butt kicked, I loved this game!

There seems to be a decent story here, which is told in stylized animated cutscenes with top notch voice acting. I confess to not fully understanding the major plot points, mainly because the “Here’s what happened in the last game” intro wasn’t particularly clear. But whatever. Seems like humanity’s survival is in jeopardy and you must lead a ragtag fleet of ships through space on a lonely quest for a planet known as Earth. Oops, that’s Battlestar Galactica. Sorry! Anyway, change the word Earth to Homeland and you’ll be relatively close to this game’s plot.

I know I’m in the minority when I say stories aren’t that important in many games. If I wanted a plot I’d watch a movie or read a book. Gamewise, the only story points I care about are the ones I need to know in order to play the game. But I will admit that these cutscenes were entertaining enough that I actually paid attention to what was going on, which seemed like a lot of “we’re getting our butts handed to us, let’s run before we lose more ships,” followed by a brief, “Whew, we’re safe! Let’s rest. What? Drat! They found us! Quick, fight them so we can run again!”

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And that’s fine by me. It kept me focused on the end goal of saving our species from the alien hoards. But in all seriousness, there does seem to be enough of a plot to keep story fans satisfied in between epic battles. And that’s what this game is all about. Epic. Freakin’. Battles!

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In 1999, Relic Entertainmentâ€™s groundbreaking Homeworld took the gaming world by surprise. Still widely regarded as the gold standard of space real-time strategy games, it successfully coupled lush graphics with a sleek interface that made manipulating camera angles and toggling between build and formation menus in 3D space incredibly easy. Homeworld 2 takes the original and upgrades it. With a new game engine, especially during massive battles of all ship classes, you canâ€™t help but admire its finer points, from its lovely dynamic lighting to its chilly â€œrealism.â€

The Homeworld universe is â€œhardâ€ science fiction, as opposed to, say, StarCraft. The large, complex battles it depicts have an austere, clinical feel thatâ€™s more admirable than immersive, regardless of the camera angle. But itâ€™s great hard sci-fi, and the visuals really suck you in â€”literallyâ€”as you zoom in closer like a jeweler with a loupe, and the distant flashes gradually coalesce into thousands of stories unfolding. For a game totally devoid of visible living organisms, Homeworld 2 compensates by making you care about simulated husks of flying machinery. Your people live inside those fragile husks, fly them, die in themâ€”the exhaust trails become their souls. As in Homeworld, you feel for these poor trusting bastards scrounging for asteroids out in the middle of genuine nowhere.

Which is partly what makes much of the martinet story campaign such a bummer. Homeworldâ€™s poignant air of cosmic mystery is largely absent; here everythingâ€™s all grueling puzzle and puzzling grind. Instead of offerings like Homeworldâ€™s wonderfully eerie Garden of Kadesh, the sequel gives you exhausting debacles like the fourth mission, in which doing things in sequence directly opposite from whatâ€™s suggested is not only possible but proves a tenth as ulcerous, and the outright sadistic red herring of the tenth one. Thereâ€™s no let-up, just an overriding sense of attrition and hopelessness as you watch your entire â€œpersistentâ€ fleet get persistently pulverized many times over.

Itâ€™s not just the difficulty either, but the logic. The third mission introduces marine frigates, which â€œcaptureâ€ enemy ships in multiplayer, but in single-player only give the misleading impression of being able to do so (including attaching to the ship and displaying a steadily increasing â€œcapture barâ€). Also annoying is the automatic collection of resources. The lack of such an option was, ironically, one of the few valid criticisms leveled at Homeworld. Here, automatic collection occurs the second youâ€™ve completed your mission goals, which entails starting the next level short-handed.

The storyline has its moments, but after Cataclysmâ€™s strange, daring waters, Homeworld 2â€™s scavenger-hunt plotline feels for most of its length like an almost spitefully conventional rehash, top-heavy with extra-galactic ancient races that no longer exist except as convenient plot devices. (The whole thingâ€™s an anthropomorphized riff on David Brinâ€™s Uplift novels, which take space combat imagery to heights Homeworld 2 can only dream of). Your new enemies, the Vaygr, have swanky vertical missile launchers but donâ€™t seem inherently distinct as a culture from your own Hiigarans; they are supposed to represent a â€œconglomeration of races.â€

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Homeworldâ€™s interface involved toggling to separate screens for building ships and researching technologies, but there were few options, it never seemed cumbersome. Here the menu takes up a third of the screen, obscuring your view of the luscious space graphics, and you canâ€™t move or shrink it. Hitting R minimizes the research menu, but B doesnâ€™t minimize the build menu. For all their bigness, the menus donâ€™t seem to use their space wisely; it makes you long for the minimalist simplicity of the sensors manager.

Many basics feel harder, although you get used to them. You now build the smaller ships in complete squadrons, presumably to make the battles bigger and more spectacular, but clicking on an individual ship gives you the relative health of the entire squadron at the bottom of the screen, which is less precise. Why not an AI setting to have ships auto-dock when theyâ€™re near death? Why canâ€™t collectors auto-repair? Why no patrol? How about being able to assign docked craft to groups? Alt-bandboxing a group of ships that includes hostiles doesnâ€™t show a list of all those selected, as it did in the original and Cataclysm

The beloved formations such as sphere and claw have been abandoned for new, more efficient â€œstrike groups,â€ fleets that can include multiple ship types but move at the speed of their slowest unit. Familiarity with these is a major factor in combat, but the rock-paper-scissors consequences of using each type are barely touched on in the slender manual, itself a mockery of the original gameâ€™s thick, detailed documentation.

For all its clumsy new baggage and rushed feel, Homeworld 2 takes itself seriously, designed from the ground up as a reward to the faithful rather than an olive branch to the casual newcomer. The lucky few up to its Sisyphean challenges will find themselves rewarded for their loyalty.

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-The Demon and The Angel- ch.4

Wrote the fourth chapter of this Alice x Bendy (Benlice) One-Shot collection, too. Hope you’ll like it, folks.

AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12736851/chapters/29045748

Oh, thank you a lot for the 800 followers, you’re all sweeties!

Summary: Her ivory horns were what made Alice a fallen angel, and were her best natural weapon, too. But when you crash your head against a wall and get stuck, you could use some unwanted “help” from your dance partner.

-Stuck-

Alright, maybe she hadn’t had the greatest idea ever this time.

“Dammit…” Alice weakly whined and panted to regain her precious breath, pressing her pale palms against the hard wall in front of her face and pushing against it with all her might, but nothing changed: she barely moved a single muscle, plus she failed to extract her ivory horns from the fragile plasterboard. Oh, and Bendy’s coarse laughing wasn’t helping her at all, obviously. “Shut your mouth, Bendy! This is all your fault!”.

“My fault, really? Yeah, that’s a good one, toots.” the arrogant dancer proudly smirked and lazily leaned against a wooden chair, watching the satisfying scene with interested eyes and his usual wide, smug grin. “Let me remind you what exactly happened just a minute ago, babe: you’re the one who ran towards me like a crazy bull, swinging those giant horns of yours like a weapon just because you can’t take a joke and, most important, you’re the one who got those so-called antlers deeply stuck into the wall when I dodged the attack.” the presumptuous star explained and gently rubbed his chin, sticking out his forked tongue in a funny way: revenge, sweet revenge. “Fair enough sweetheart, our dad Joey and our uncle Henry told you a long time ago to stop using those pointy things on your skull to threaten other people, because you could badly injure someone… or yourself, in this case. See what happens? Good job, Angel Cake!” he finally concluded, clapping sarcastically.

“Just wait until I free myself, I’ll tear that little cunt mouth of yours to tiny pieces.” the beautiful angel angrily swore and squirmed with more energy, perceiving a stinging sensation around her narrow shoulders and her dance partner’s laughter increasing as she pitifully dropped down on her knees for the umpteenth time, standing on all-fours and grunting in defeat. “And I can’t fucking take a joke, you say? You call throwing hot coffee at me a joke? How stupid can you be? You jackass, disgusting, foolish, retard son of a b-”.

“Woah, watch your language Alice, you’re the angel here.” Bendy shushed the irritated angelic cartoon and slyly winked, removing his white gloves and placing them aside, on the nearby table. “What would your beloved fans think about it? Those poor, innocent children…”.

“Bendy, for the last time, I’m definitely not in the best mood to joke around with you right now. My neck, head and back hurt, and I just can’t get my horns out! I’m stuck!” Alice angrily yelled and squirmed wildly, trying to back up and possibly break free from that awkward position, her ivory horns still deeply lodged in the plasterboard wall. Grunting furiously and knowing that she needed to change her strategy if she wanted to resolve the situation by herself, the fallen angel watched the short demon, who was standing (now silently) right behind her with his arms crossed, immediately noticing his naughty expression and realizing what he was looking at. “Could you please stop staring at my ass for a moment and help me, you stupid little cretin!? Or call the others, at least!”.

“What should I do? Joey, Boris and Henry left, so I can’t do anything for you, Angel Cake. Nice view from here, by the way.” Bendy smugly chuckled and lifted an eyebrow as he admired her currently defenseless body, a mischievous idea making him grin and approach the wary singer carefully. “But now that I think about it, I guess I could make our waiting a little more enjoyable, toots~” the devil maliciously licked his dry lips and two of his fingers, his other hand grabbing the soft edge of her black dress and quickly lifting the refined fabric without asking permission. “It’s the least I could do, right? Relax, baby girl~”.

Guessing his not-so-chaste intentions and gasping loudly in realization, the angelic cartoon growled and frowned, staring at the discolored wall in front of her visage and perceiving her co-worker’s wet fingers caressing her pale thighs, slowly traveling up to stimulate her off-limits areas. “Bendy, I swear to God: touch me again and I’ll murder you. As I said, I’m not in the right mood for-! M-mngh~” Alice blushed and bit back an instinctive moan, her spine arching elegantly as her partner boldly brushed a sensitive spot, ignoring the threats and snickering in satisfaction. “G-get your filthy hands off me, now!”.

“Com’on Angel Cake, don’t tell me you’re shy! We did this plenty of times backstage, after our performances, remember?” the arrogant black-haired dancer cooed and looked at her beautiful form with a pretty dumb face, hungrily drooling on the ground and sticking his forked tongue out, the temptation simply too strong for him to overcome. “And you totally loved it, right?” Bendy shamelessly added, but when his sneaky hand cupped a particular area he shouldn’t have touched, the killer look on the fallen angel’s face, and especially the frightening, dark noise that escaped from her throat, made him understand that he maybe fucked things up.

“Holy fucking Trinity, Bendy! I SAID GET OFF!” Alice literally screamed at that point and used all her strength to strike Bendy in the face with her left leg, hitting his nose and causing it to bleed copiously, black ink dripping everywhere. In the powerful process, the singer’s entire body managed to violently jerk backwards, her sharp horns destroying the remains of the wall and pulverizing that plasterboard prison: she was free, she was finally free! Oh, but not pleased at all. In fact, the young and majestic singer looked a lot more like a demon than like a flawless angel, actually.

Getting up ponderously and shaking off the grayish powder, the angelic cartoon lowly growled and walked decisively towards the poor Bendy, her pitch black orbs turning reddish for a moment as she met the terrified gaze of the tiny devil. “Bendy, my dearest.” Alice gave him a fake smile and swung her dangerous white horns, chasing after the dancing demon as he immediately ran off, screaming in pure fear and knowing he’d better retreat. “If I catch you, you’re a dead man! Get back here, you coward! I said come back!” the infuriated young woman promised, rushing in the empty corridors to catch her co-worker and preferably beat the living shit out of him. “No, listen up, I have a better idea! I’ll return the favor! I won’t kill you, I’ll simply shove my own, dry fingers up your ass! Let’s see if you like it!”.

“DAD JOEY! UNCLE HENRY! BORIS! SOMEBODY HELP MEEEE!” Bendy desperately shouted for help and literally threw himself inside his private room, rapidly locking the thick door on the inside and breathing a liberating sigh of relief as he believed it was finally over. Or so he thought: after just a moment of complete silence, the solid layer of wood that separated the scared demon from the pissed angel broke down because of a brute kick of hers, and the last thing Bendy saw before letting out a girlish scream and crashing down was Alice jumping on him with an aggressive yell.

In the meantime, inside the nearby room, Barley let out a resigned sound as he heard those high-pitched noises coming from the changing room of the star of the show, guessing what was probably going on: troubles, blood, kicks and punches, nothing new after all. He picked a random card from stock, playing poker with his boss Charley and with his buddy Edgar, sipping his beer and rolling his concentrated eyes as another irritating scream reached his ears. “Do ya guys think he’s already dead?”.

“Pff, maybe, judging by the sound of it. Actually, I sure hope so. I can’t stand that arrogant little shit.” Charley coldly replied with poor interest and lit a cigar, not really caring about the other two characters’ conditions and focusing on the complicated game while smoking. “Not that I give a freakin’ damn about that foolish devil, that cunt girlfriend of his or that pathetic excuse of a dog.”.

“I don’t really understand Bendy and Alice, gang. I mean, one minute they’re beating each other to death, just like now, the next they’re all cuddly and making out in a shady corner.” Edgar shrugged it off and slightly grimaced as he recalled the number of times the unaware crew caught the devil and the fallen angel kissing, scratching the smooth top of his stylized head and huffing out, giving up and putting a card on the messy table. “Oh, well. Like Joey always says: <Don’t meddle in a quarrel between a husband and his wife>, I guess.”.

“Well said, Edgar.” the other two members of The Butcher Gang nodded promptly and agreed to those wise terms, trying to ignore the desperate, muffled whines that were echoing in the whole studio and probably even outside. “Well said indeed.”.

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