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[sharpjay217]

I desperately need Imp and Skizz to convince Etho to pay Phasmophobia with them. He doesn’t need to stream it, I just need to know how he acts when presented with a series of tasks and a ghost.

[faunandfloraas]

[rocketbirdie]

zack attack!!

[lonelysa1lor]

[nidbaesenpai]

got some loop dialogue that didnt flow well with what we were doing the current loop so i made this to kinda smooth it out

[zorosdimples]

which of your faves is shooting their shot like this?

[shorthaltsjester]

@percahliaweek -- Day 7: Yours / Later

The Legend of Vox Machina, Seasons 1&2&3* // The Queen of Nothing by Holly Black

[bagel-boy-sama]

People who like/make/use the young Astarion mods are cowards. Cowards I say.

He doesn't even look old. He just looks like an adult. I'm going to stab someone let people have wrinkles.

[ghoulspaw]

"kawaii santa-san" 🙏

[ijustthinkhesneat]

Okay but realistically imagine what Bruce would do when Jason came back.

Chasing this knee criminal who keeps referencing his dead son. Pushing his buttons. How dare he presume to know anything about Jason. The lost light of his life, his baby boy. He can feel that darkness creeping around the edges of his mind. That pit of anger and murderous rage he is scared he will never pull himself out of.

Hearing that robotic voice taunting him about failing Jason, failing to avenge him. He tried, god he tried. He was so close he had the knife against the jokers throat. And then he was being pulled away. Clark stopped him. Told him that he wasn’t acting like himself.

God he loves Clark but he can still feel that small pit of resentment fester whenever he thinks about bleeding that clown.

How dare he say he never loved Jason. He would have given everything to have him back for even a moment. His wealth, his status, Batman, his soul, Gotham itself. There were only three things he would never trade away. His sons. His precious boys. He would destroy himself without a second thought for their happiness. If there was anything he could give, any price he could pay to just see his baby one more time he would do it happily.

Then they are alone. He’s cornered the Red Hood. An abandoned warehouse, a bomb. He should tear him apart where he stands. He dares to make a mockery of his greatest failure? How he failed Jason. His son. His baby. His world. He will make him suffer.

Then the helmet comes off. A young man. Gentle black curls with a shock of white running through them. A domino mask over his face. It can’t be. And the mask comes away. And Bruce sees them. Those beautiful blue eyes that have haunted every sleepless night. Filled with hatred. Swimming with green fury.

But none of it matters. All the anger in Bruce is gone. He tears of the cowl, he has to see, has to see his baby’s face. Jason has a gun leveled at him, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters because Jason is here. He is alive in front of Bruce. Every wish, every regret is washed away in that moment.

Bruce falls to his knees, it’s too much, more than a wretched creature like him deserves. Jason is stunned. His hand shakes slightly. He moves forward, places the gun against Bruce’s temple and still there is no fear, just wonder and adoration in Bruce’s eyes.

“Is it you Jaylad? Please this has to be a dream, please let this be real.” Jason is shocked he expected anger, disappointment, bargaining, but all there is is a father, a broken man looking upon his life’s purpose renewed before his eyes. Bruce reaches up, slowly, reverently, like at any moment Jason will disappear, he takes Jason free hand and holds it against his cheek and then Bruce’s weeps. Not silent tears or stoic crying. He weeps, snotty and red, hiccuping sobs wracking his body. He can only repeat Jason’s name like a prayer.

Jason doesn’t even realize he has dropped the gun. His Dad is caressing his hand, wailing and babbling apologies and platitudes. Jason feels himself sink to his knees. Tears spilling from his own eyes. His Dad still loves him, never stopped, he doesn’t even care that Jason had only a week ago filled a duffel bag with human heads. He is holding onto Jason like he is sacred and he can feel the anger breaking under the desire to be engulfed by his father.

In that moment they both know that no matter what happens, they’ve come home and for the first time in a long time they both feel whole.

[yourladyem]

Keaton on Beetlejuice 3!

Keaton's official comment on possibly playing Beetlejuice again for a third film.

This quote was taken from a Screen Rant article highlighting an E! News interview with Keaton at the Goodrich premiere.

As for a possible third installment, he explained, "Oh yeah, I'd do it every year, yeah."

He's totally in!

I'm all for Beetlejuice 3 or a live-action series with the BJ 2 cast.

[ruporas]

post ep 11

[fox-guardian]

personally 👀 if u would like to elaborate on the saw au 👀 i am listening 👀

hi <3 this ask is months old <3 but i am answering it now teehee

SO. TMA SAW AU (disclaimer: i have only seen the first two movies so idk if these are very like. film accurate style traps)

basically it's just. what if a saw movie happened to the archive gang. they're all in one big space that's like a big trap in the sense that they all have the same time limit but they all get their own little traps also <3 the breakdown is this:

Jon is gagged with a camera in his mouth that he cannot remove without a key, it's strapped to his face with horrible rusted metal, y'know. Once time runs out, the battery powering the camera will leak down his throat killing him so so painfully <3 He cannot speak and must find other ways to communicate with the others.

Sasha has what is essentially a VR headset strapped to her head and she can't remove that without a key either. The headset is showing her the live feed from Jon's camera, so she essentially has to see through his eyes the entire time. When time runs out, two big ol' spikes will stab her in the eyes and give her a good ol' fashioned impromptu lobotomy <3

Tim's trap is a bit different from the others'. Instead of a contraption, he was injected with a paralytic prior to the gang waking up, and is paralyzed from the waist down. He needs a key to obtain the antidote for the paralytic. Rather than having a specific time when he suddenly dies, he's essentially either relying on the others to help him move/get the key/antidote for him, or he needs to move himself despite his paralysis in order to live. So when time runs out, it's either find a way to move anyway or wait for the paralytic to travel further through his body and kill him slowly after experiencing many terribly side effects (hypotension, bronchospams, and renal failure)

Martin is even more different. His trap is less about his death and more about saving the others. He's placed in a big freezer where he basically needs to find the others' keys in blocks of ice (joshua gillespie core) and if he doesn't, they'll definitely die. He also has the option of finding the key to unlocking his own door and simply escaping without saving the others. He also also has the option of only taking some keys, but not all. He will know which will save who, and gets to choose. The trap itself isn't that difficult, but there's A Lot Of Ice, and it's Really Cold and he's Already Been There A While so there's a chance of dying of hypothermia if he can't find the keys fast enough (or if he spends the time finding the others' keys after he's found his own).

Jon, Tim, and Sasha all wake up in the same room together. Jon wakes up first and is able to watch a video tape explaining what's going on, but it can't be watched more than once, so he has to explain what's happening to the others without being able to speak. He can't speak, only play charades and listen.

Sasha isn't able to see except through Jon's eyes, so he has to rely on the two of them to make sure she's not walking into more danger. She also is unable to understand any of Jon's explanations since a lot of it is through body language and She Can't See That, so they have to work together so she can watch Tim translate. She can't see through her own eyes and is forced to watch through someone else's.

Tim either has to trust that the others will come back for him (and that they won't die somewhere in this building) or get them to carry him around, slowing them down but giving him more of a chance at survival. He either has to take action, or simply wait and trust.

Martin has to make a choice between risking what's left of his life for other people (some of which who don't care about him), or saving himself. Even if the others find the room he's in, it's locked from the inside so it is entirely on Martin to save both himself and everyone else. Not only do the others have to rely on each other, but they all have to rely on Martin. The door will lock behind him when he leaves, so if he doesn't get everyone's keys, then whoever is left without one will die.

idk if these traps are entirely fitting for all their character's and flaws and whatnot, but for the research trio i thought it'd be fun to do an audio/vigilo/opperior with them and then martin gets to play god suddenly lol.

[distant-velleity]

under the mistletoe

pre-relationship floyu christmas drabble o(*￣▽￣*)o

no warnings, just ridiculous fluff~

~

“N…No way. I can’t do it!”

“Aww.” Floyd pouted—and Seven, he was cute when he pouted. “But it’s a tradition! You gotta.”

“You—” Heat rose to Yuhua’s cheeks, and he felt himself turning even redder. “You put that there, just now, to mess with me! I don’t have to do anything. Don’t look at me like that—you know what you’re doing!”

He pointed frantically to the mistletoe, which was being held up against the top of the doorframe by none other than Floyd himself. Damn tall people…!

“Aaaand?” drawled Floyd. “Don’t we still have to kiss?”

By now, Yuhua felt as if he was surely going to explode from flustered embarrassment. “Yeah, as if I’d kiss you. I’ve never kissed anyone before, you know, and I’m not going to start here and now—” Why did he sound like such a prude all of a sudden? “Oh, come on! You’re just trying to mess with—”

Chu~ Floyd pecked him on the cheek, and pulled away with a smug grin. Yuhua’s heart skipped a beat.

“...me…”

“Thanks, Koi-chan~” Floyd sing-songed, throwing the mistletoe away. “You’re cute when you’re all riled up like that, y’know?”

His personal mission fulfilled, he skipped off to who-knows-where. 

Yuhua touched his cheek with a blank expression. His hand trembled as heat flooded his face. Finally, when what had just happened dawned on him—

“Floyd, you… you prick!!!”

~

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[emborami]

Through the years, from popinjay to coxcomb to maccaroni to dandy to dude

[meirimerens]

just smile and nod y'all