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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago

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Blind Offer 6

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: After a leak causes you to evacuate your apartment, your landlord offers a vacant unit that’s too good to be true. (short!plus!reader)

Character: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Lloyd Hansen, and August Walker

Note: Another rough one. Also, here's the wish that inspired this one: "i wish STEVE/BUCKY/LLOYD/AUGUST(any of them) would stalk and harass and manhandle and manipulate reader into their little housewife"

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you like I love turning intended one shots into series. Take care. 💖

Your appetite is nonexistent. You poke at the dinner but can’t stomach it. You watch Steve as he heartily devours your hard work. How can he just act like this? As if you’re not trapped in this place. As if he’s not your warden.

“Mm, delicious,” he says, “maybe a little less garlic next time, sweetheart.”

You bristle. Less garlic? That’s all he has to say? After all this, he can’t even give you a real compliment. Why do you care? You don’t care if he likes the food, you want out.

“Steve,” you clear your throat, setting your fork down carefully, “please, you can’t–”

“First of all, ‘sir’; you call me sir,” he points at you with the silver tines, “second, you don’t tell me what to do.”

You blink. His tone is unlike you’ve ever heard. Steely and demanding. His gaze is almost a glare, as if you’ve committed some unforgivable offense.

“Let me out of here–”

“I just told you. You don’t make the rules–”

“What the fuck,” you hiss, “Steve, this is insane. You’re insane–”

He sighs and drops his fork. He cranes around, searching for something unseen. You realise he’s looking at the camera. Why?

You heard the chime of the echo and glance over. Three red Xs flash. What the hell?

“No swearing,” he stands slowly. You stay as you are, stunned in your seat. “Three strikes.”

“What does that– Steve, what are you doing?” You whine as he rounds the table and you swat at his hands. He grabs you and hauls you off the chair, “Steve.”

You swipe at him and your nails scrape across his neck. You feel the slice of his skin, enough to break it. He growls and latches onto your wrist. He spins you and bends your arm behind your back, pushing you down until your chest is on the table, your plate right in front of your nose.

“Steve–”

“Sir,” he snarls, squeezing your wrist until you whimper. “You misbehave and you get punished.”

“What– no–”

“That’s another strike. You don’t say ‘no’, sweetheart.”

You’re dizzy, completely thrown by the suddenness of his shift. Why is he doing this? How did this happen? A day ago, you were working your dead-eyed shift at the box store and now, you’re trapped in this deranged remake of I Love Lucy.

“Please–”

“Stop while you're ahead,” he warns, keeping your arm twisted as his other hand crawls over your lower back and spreads across your ass. You squeak as your feet slip dangerously in the heels. “You’re lucky it’s me.”

“What does that me–”

He lifts his hand and swings it down. The impact of his hand across your ass permeates through the layers of your dress and panties. You cry out and pull your head up. He puts more weight on your elbow and you squeal. He spanks you again, harder. You let out another pathetic babble.

“Please…” you gulp, partly stunned, partly agonized,

“Shhh,” he hushes you and strikes you again, “you earned this.”

You wriggle, unable to escape his grasp. What is he doing? You kick out, the shoes falling off your feet in your struggle. He keeps on, your voice rising as your ass stings hotly with each smack. He pauses and digs his fingers into you, kneading before he pulls back again. You shriek as his next slap radiates through your thighs and spine.

You hear a chuckle, sinister and rumbling like thunder. You drop your head as that same voice sounds from the ceiling. That faceless man who taunted you earlier.

“Louder, baby,” he teases.

Your eyes wet and you hold your breath. The table jerks each time Steve’s hand descends, your legs dangle, toes barely on the floor as you let your body go slack. The plates move around you, a glass rolling onto its side, cutlery clattering to the floor. You surrender, helpless. He doesn’t stop until you're trembling and weak.

He lets you go and you slip slowly off the table. Your legs crumple and you hit the floor with a squeal. You hold yourself up on one arm, your ass aching as it rests on the tile. You refuse to look up at Steve as he towers over you. You can’t.

“Look at me,” Steve barks.

You flinch and swallow, closing your eyes as you will away the sheen of tears. You take a deep breath and raise your chin, flick back your lashes as you peer up at him. He scowls down his nose.

“Clean up,” he kicks a fork towards you. “That’s your job. To keep this place in order.” He raises a foot and toes your shoulder, making you sit back, “to serve your man.” He pulls his foot back and bends over you, “keep him happy.”

You search his stony face. This isn’t Steve. This isn’t the helpful landlord, the friendly man who rambled a bit too much. This is a monster you could never imagine. In your hesitation, he stands straight and his right hand balls. You feel a thrum in your backside.

“Y-yes…” you croak out, struggling to get to your knees, “yes, sir.”

You grab the fork and a butter knife. You gather up the errant napkin and you focus on setting your feet. You stand shakily as Steve crosses his arms, looming menacingly, unmoving. You place the silverware on your plate and carry it to the counter. You come back for his as he remains, like a statue, only watching.

That shakes you more than anything. That placid calm. Only moments ago he accosted you, assaulted you, and now he’s just there, stoic and unreadable. You limp back and forth between the table and counter. All you can do is let the task distract you from the reality of your existence.

🏠

The kitchen is spotless. You’re exhausted but there is no clock to check the time. Not on the Echo, not on the stove. You never noticed before. You look around, aimless, as Steve remains as he’s been for almost forty minutes.

“Dinner is over,” he says tersely, “so…”

You look at him and shrug helplessly. You don’t know what comes next. You turn your hands out in a gesture that says as much.

He huffs and bends down, retrieving your heels and marching towards you. You cower as he holds them out. You take them reluctantly and bend to set them straight, stepping into them with a wobble.

“Now, I unwind. I’ve had a very long day,” he says.

You stare at him blankly. That’s great of him to check in but that gives you zero hint as to what you do next. You rub your lips together and gather your voice.

“What do I do, sir?”

You nearly choke on that last word. You’re afraid, you’re stupid, you’re weak. Your ass throbs in a reminder to just do and say what he wants. For now, until you can figure a way out of this place. There has to be a way out.

“I like to take a hot bath and relax,” he smiles, an eerie expression that sends a shiver through you.

You nod, “so… I’ll run you a bath?”

“That would be wonderful, sweetheart.”

He reaches for you and you recoil. He catches the back of your head and pulls you close, bending to kiss your forehead. You let him as you clutch your hands around the sides of your skirt.

“I knew you could be good for me,” he draws back, his tone silky as his hand brushes over the front of his pants before returning to his side, “I’ve been dreaming of it.”

You have no response. You put your head down and cautiously take a step, then another, and another. You leave the kitchen and follow the banister to the front of the staircase. You glance around it before you ascend but don’t see Steve.

You go to the primary bathroom and pull back the curtain around the large tub. You bend over and turn the faucets on. You test the water with your hand and push the stopper down. As you stand, you give a start as a new voice floats in thin air. You can sense the speaker must be mounted somewhere along the ceiling.

“When running a bath for your beloved, make sure the temperature is just right. Steamy but not scalding,” the put-upon cadence makes you cringe. It sounds like the same woman from the videos. “You must have everything ready. The bath desk is kept in the linen closet, and don’t forget a fresh towel, his book, and a nice drink. You don’t want to make your man–” the track skips, and her voice returns, shaky in a sob, “angry… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please–”

The audio cuts and you’re left in silence. This is a fucking game. Some mind game. It’s like Saw on acid. Not quite deadly but mentally torturous.

You enter the hall and open the slender door of the linen closet. You take out a fluffy white towel and find the bath desk. You bring those into the bathroom and as you approach the doorway again, Steve appears, blocking you in. You step back and let him enter.

He steps inside and you turn to watch him. He stands staring at the tub as it fills. You don’t know what to do. He’s just there like a drone.

“Undress me,” he orders, his voice rippling in the tension.

You twiddle your fingers. Oh god. You brace yourself as you come forward. Your body feels detached from your mind. You can’t think right now, you just have to get through.

You near him and circle to stand in front of him. You stare at his chest. You reach out shakily and touch his shirt. You pull the tail free of his pants and unbutton it bottom to top. You feel him flex, feel how he almost vibrates. He lets you push it off his shoulders and down his arms, exhaling loudly, like a growl.

You ignore it and set the shirt aside. He sits promptly on the toilet seat and puts a foot out. You hide your discomfort as you follow to untie his leather shoes. You tug at the laces and wiggle each off, placing them neatly on the tile. You roll down his socks quickly and ball them up with his shoes.

You stand and he pinches the ribbed fabric of his undershirt. You peel that off of him as he lifts his arm. This is weird. This is very fucking weird but you can’t dwell on that right now.

He rises and you lean on your heel hard, bending your ankle. You stifle a yelp at the way it twinges in your achilles and keep going. You unbuckle his belt. You tremor as you see the twitch under the fabric. He’s a freak!

You want to scream but you hold it in. The panic and horror burns in your chest and swirls in your skull. You undo his fly and push his pants down. Your eyes wander to the vee of his stomach just above his briefs, the hard muscle that leads beneath the taut cotton. His thighs corded just as thickly. He steps out of his pants and you fold them once, laying them on the corner of the counter.

You look at him, in a stalemate. Only his underwear left. You don’t know if you can do that. The bulge under the pure white cotton is more than obvious.

He clears his throat. Right. Just do it.

You grab the elastic and strip down the briefs, nearly catching on his unrestrained arousal. You shudder as you guide them down his legs and he untangles his feet. You step away and drop his underwear on his pants.

He turns and you catch a thoughtless glimpse of his ass before he steps into the tub. You never really considered how Steve looked… sans everything but you never expected this. You feel rotten for even acknowledging that he looks damn good.

He lowers himself into the water and it rises around him. You swiftly near the tub and bend to turn off the faucet before it can get too high. He sighs as he reclines against the back.

“I like to read…” he dangles the curt reminder.

“Sir,” you whisper and pull back.

You grab the bath desk and place it over the tub to rest against the sides. You retreat and go to the door, pausing. You don’t want to look at him again.

“Book is on the bedside table. I’ll have a beer too.”

You frown. Huh? You limp down the hall and peer into the open door of the bedroom you’ve been occupying. Sure enough, there’s a book on the square table. Fuck, how– Don’t. Doesn’t matter.

You grab it and return to the bathroom, handing it over with your eyes on the wall. You retreat again, no thank you, nothing as he opens the pages.

You go downstairs and find a six pack of Guinness that wasn’t there before. Right there on the counter. You tamp down the thoughts fighting to flow over and grab one. Before you can leave the kitchen, the television clicks. You turn as the screen lights up.

It’s that woman. Her eye is swollen shut but she smiles till.

“Don’t forget a glass,” she raises a tall pint glass, “and be sure to get that perfect pour. You want to keep the head from foaming but you don’t want too much.”

She precisely angles the cup and slowly moves it with the pour of the dark beer. You frown and take a deep breath. You put the can down and go to the cupboard. You take out the curved glass and glance at the screen again. Her technique replays, over and over without sound.

You do your best to follow before rinsing out the can and dropping it in the blue bin. You take the beer and set off back to the second floor. You enter the bathroom and set the bear on the bath desk as Steve reads quietly. As you back up, he reaches for the glass, examining it.

“Not bad, little too much head,” he remarks.

“Sir,” you utter as you still, peeking over your shoulder at the door.

“Stay,” he says as he tastes the beer, “I’ll let you know when I’m ready to wash.”

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child0feden · 3 months ago

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˖◛⁺⑅do you have any favorite songs? (metal or non-metal, both are cool!!)

also, i love your account. your writing, even when you're just answering asks, is so good!! 🫠

is writing something you study, or is it more like a hobby for you? i always get inspired whenever i read your stuff tbh.

seriously tho, your whole vibe is so sweet (｡･･｡) just wanted to say i really appreciate what you do here! 💖

oh goshhh… i have so so so many favourite songs! you have unleashed a demon through this question lolol! hopefully you don’t mind that i am about to put quite a damn few hehe

despair by trembling void ( just a genuinely gorgeous black metal song, the drums and guitar really do something for me, not to mention the vocals! but to be honest, the whole album is very very very good and i would recommend you check it out )

sorcières by darvulia ( another black metal song where the instruments are just… so good! along with the vocals, of course! very amazing song, love their band logo too )

where restless souls wander by sarastus ( the first time i heard this song, i was absolutely gobsmacked at how much my brain loved it! i think i’m very easy to please but everything about this one just hits right for me, the drums especially )

odin killer of nazis by nuclear hammer ( the horn blowing and drum banging in this one just wowww, my brain loves it for some reason! vocals are of course very good too )

pines and mist by old tower ( arghhh, i just love some good atmospheric music! another one where you should definitely check out the whole album )

xtal by aphex twin ( who the hell does not love some aphex twin? just got this album on cd a couple days ago, love it )

siccmade by brotha lynch hung ( you just cannot go wrong with some lynch! the friday the 13th “ ch ch ch ah ah ah ” in the background of this song is just… chefs kiss! i find myself saying “ oh what a bloody mess ” every time i get my period because of this song )

unshaken by d’angelo from the red dead redemption II soundtrack ( just such a beautiful song, damn near makes me cry every time i hear it! his live performances of it are always just amazing too! his voice is just jaw dropping to me )

snake eater by cynthia harrell from the metal gear solid V soundtrack ( another just absolutely beautiful song with an even more gorgeous voice… her live performance of this in tokyo was absolutely fucking incredible! just one of those “ must listen to at least once in your life ” songs )

promise by akira yamaoka from the silent hill 2 soundtrack ( this song, to me, belongs to mary… whenever i think of this song, i just think of mary and the end of the game! the remake version of this song is just so so so good too, it played during the credits and did i cry? yep, like a fucking baby! the guitar work touches my soul so deeply )

okay, those are all of the reasons i’m going to give but here are some of my other favourites! just to keep this post at least a little short lolol! i could keep this list going for so long…

isolation by jute gyte - exhibition by corentin brasart from the decarnation soundtrack - involuntary disturbance by avith ortega - all or none by pearl jam

i am the black wizards by emperor - straighten up and fly right by the andrews sisters - frankensteina strataemontanus by carach angren

a world of madness by akira yamaoka from the silent hill 2 soundtrack - blood on my swordblade by godkiller

contempt by entombed - you’re not here by akira yamaoka from the silent hill 3 soundtrack - flesh ripper by hellripper - thunder of darkness by immortal

she’s my witch by kip tyler - to hell and back by venom - no care by daughter - blood spattered banner by carcass

we’ll meet again by vera lynn - my dark subconscious by morbid - day of suffering by morbid angel

you spin me round by dead or alive - every day is exactly the same by nine inch nails - necromancer by mortuary drape - goatcraft torment by urgehal

thank you so much! i’m super glad you love my blog… still find it hard to believe, even months down the line of creating it! awh, thank you again! sometimes i worry about my writing not being the greatest but then you guys come in and just shower me in so much love, more than i could ever feel worthy of…

writing is just a hobby for me, at least at the minute! i’m not studying anything right now, just kind of getting my life back on track after years of mental health issues and so on… learning how to live normally again, slowly! maybe later down the line i’ll go to college or something but we shall see… i would like to go into writing professionally if it was an option, my mother thinks i would make a good game or tech reviewer lolol! ever the supportive mother, though it’s kind of my whole family at this point… i think my dream career paths would be a game reviewer, music journalist or photographer! having one of those jobs would certainly make me happy

i’m so glad to hear that you feel inspired when reading my writing, you don’t know how happy that makes me! if you want to get into writing yourself, i could not encourage you more to try it out… i only started writing fanfiction early this year! i had never ever wrote fanfiction before then but i just kind of threw myself into it… and now here we are! really just let yourself try it out, let yourself sink into it and see how it goes :)

thank you once again for this ask and message, honey! you’re flattering me all too much here! you guys have always been nothing but beyond sweet to me, i would hate to treat all of you any different… you deserve nothing less than to be treated with love and respect! you appreciate what i do and i love doing what i do, more than i could ever ask for <3

#vera ✩#ask answered ✩#music ✩

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 1 year ago

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A remake of this scene

You didn't really believe you were accepted to the Sully family. Sullies stick together. But you felt like an outsider and a freak...

You bonded with Kiri. Tuk was too energetic. She was too young for you to be friends with. You treated her like a daughter. Jake and Neytiri were busy planning war attacks against Quaritch.

They treated you as if they were your parents but they were too occupied. Neteyam was weird... he avoided you. Like you were an unwanted guest. Oh, well.

He would stare then look away yet never talk to you. How peculiar he was.

Loak was sweet since he became a new father at a young age. He would help you with the twins when he had free time.

Now, you and kiri went to the beach. You sadly didn't know how to swim. So you just sst on the sand with your little twins. Your cute baby Navi boys. They looked exactly as if they had no human mother. They looked like Loak. Sadly, nothing like you. You wondered if they were your babies.

Anyway, you and Kiri talked and walked around. The. Kiri began to swim in the sea but then she got tired and started staring at the sand. You wondered what was going in her head.

You placed your twins on your chest and almost went to sleep and then you heard them. The son of the chief. He was 19 like Loak and his group of friends.

You knew they were up to no good. You quickly stood up.

"Kiri, I think we should leave." You called your sister from the distance but she was still staring at the sand and didn't hear you. You decided to walk to her. But the chief son and his friends reached her first.

You felt sick with worry.

They called her a freak and followed her as kiri tried to leave. One of them had the nerve to touch her fingers.

"don't touch her!"

"shut up, slut! Why don't you spread your legs to another man and get pregnant with ugly babies?"

Ouch. The other Navis hated you for being human. You used to work for the RDA. But yes it love for Loak changed you. You gave them info to stop the rda. Yet most still hated you. You wouldn't tell Loak your problems. He was already stressed. Before getting pregnant. He would talk to you. You would know more about him. How he is jealous and overshadowed by neteyam.

And how he is always getting blamed by his father.

You didn't want to burden him.

The Navi men were too tall and strong. You felt they might beat you. And your babies. You heard snickers of other Navis. Devils in disguise. Demons.

Fake Navis. Imposters.

"Back off, fish lips!" You saw Loak running.

"Aww, another four fingered freak!"

Loak looked over to you. He told you to leave. You obediently began to walk away.

Your twins began to cry again. They just be hungry. In your room, you let one of your sons suckle you.

Soon, your husband came. You gasped. So much cuts and bruises. Your babies stopped crying. You left them in their crib.

You caressed your husbands cheek. Loak said nothing as you patched him up.

"I heard what they called you " Loak broke the silence.

"how long have you been standing there?"

Loak shrugged. "Long enough "

You rubbed Loak's long neck and he stared at you. He leaned in and then.... neteyam came.

You blushed and moved away from Loak

Neteyam came and announced that father Jake wanted to see Loak.

...

Loak had to apologize against the bullies. You were disappointed that you didn't have the chance to be alone with your husband... again.

You tried to stay awake for him but you gave in to sleep. Loak came late due to more training and exercises. He was invited to swim with Aounung. He knew you couldn't swim. But he hoped he will get something nice for you from the sea.

He crawled next to you in bed. He missed the old days. He loved his twins. But he never had time to be intimate with you. When you were his prisoner in the forest, he would pleasure himself and you almost everyday with many rounds. It almost been two weeks since he last touched you. Then one of his babies would interrupt.

Not to mention, neteyam had been distant with him. As if he was avoiding him. That hurt Loak's feelings.

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layce2015 · 2 years ago

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

The Benders

Masterlist

"I know you’re just doing your job, but the police have been here all week already. I don’t see why we have to go through this again. The more he tells the story, the more he believes it’s true." Mrs McKay said to us as Sam, Dean and I were now posing as state policemen. We came here cause a man had gone missing under suspicious circumstances and that Mrs McKay's son had seen what happened.

"Mrs. McKay, we know you spoke with the local authorities." I said as we take off of our hats. "But, uh, this seems like a matter for the state police, so…." Dean said, shrugging. "Don’t worry about how crazy it sounds, Evan. You just tell us what you saw." Sam said to the young boy.

"I was up late, watching TV. When I heard this weird noise." Evan explained. "What did it sound like?" I asked him. "It sounded like….a monster." He replied and the boys and I exchange a look. "Tell the officers what you were watching on TV." Mrs McKay said to him. "Um...Godzilla Vs. Mothra." Evan said and Dean smiles.

"That’s my favorite Godzilla movie. It’s so much better than the original, huh?" Dean said to Evan, excitedly. "Totally." Evan said, smiling. "Yeah." Dean said then he nods towards Sam. "He likes the remake." Dean said. "Yuck!" Evan said, disgusted, while I shake my head and Sam glares at Dean and clears his throat at him.

"Evan, did you see what this thing was?" I asked him. "No. But I saw it grab Mr. Jenkins. It pulled him underneath the car." Evan said. "Then what?" Sam asked him. "It took him away. I heard the monster leaving. It made this really scary sound." Evan said.

"What did it sound like, Evan?" I asked him. "Like this…whining growl." He replied and Sam, Dean and I exchange another look. "Thanks for your time." Sam said to them and we walk out.

That night at Kugel’s Keg, Sam and I were having a beer at a table, doing some research while Dean was throwing darts. "So, local police have now ruled out foul play. Apparently, there were signs of a struggle." Sam said. "Well, they could be right, it could just be a kidnapping. Maybe this isn’t our kind of gig." Dean said, shrugging. "Yeah, maybe not. Except for this—Dad marked the area, Dean." Sam said and Dean comes to the table and looks at their father’s journal.

"Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker." Sam said. "Why would he even do that?" Dean asked. "Well, he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night. Grabs people, then vanishes. He found this too—this county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the state." I said. "That is weird." Dean mutters. "Yeah." Sam and I said.

"Don’t phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was taken from a parking lot." Dean said. "Well, there are all kinds. You know, Spring Heeled Jacks, phantom gassers. They take people anywhere, anytime. Look, guys, I don’t know if this is our kind of gig either." Sam said. "Yeah, you’re right, we should ask around more tomorrow." I said and Sam nods. "Right." He said as he takes out his wallet.

"I saw a motel about five miles back." He said and Dean holds a hand out. "Whoa, whoa, easy. Let’s have another round." He said to Sam. "We should get an early start." Sam said. "Ah, c'mon, Sammy." I pleaded. "Yeah, you really know how to have fun, don’t you, Grandma?" Dean asked and Sam smiles.

"Alright, I’ll meet you guys outside, I gotta take a leak." Dean said and he grabs his coat and heads to the bathroom. Sam and I gather up his research then I turn to Sam. "I'm gonna use the bathroom too. Meet you outside." I said and Sam nods as I hand him his stuff and I head to the bathroom.

Minutes later, I walk out of the bar and see Dean by the car looking around, confused. "Dean?" I said as I walk up to him. "What's wrong?" I asked him. "Sam's not here. He left his stuff on the hood." Dean said. "He's not in the car?" I asked him and he shakes his head and begins to walk around the parking lot and I join him.

Then a group of people, who seem really drunk, come out of the bar and we walk up to them. "Hey, you guys been outside, around here in the last hour or so?" Dean asked them and they shake their heads and walk away.

"Sam!" I shout as we look around frantically. "Sammy!" Dean shouts as I turn around and notice a surveillance camera on top of a streetlight. Then Dean and I walk into the middle of the deserted road and look around as we said, with fear. "Sam."

"So, what can we do for you and your partner, Officer Washington?" Deputy Kathleen asked us after she looked at our fake IDs. We thought maybe the local police could help us with Sam as we couldn't find him at all last night. We introduced ourselves as Officer Greg Washington and Officer Joan Miller.

"We're working a missing persons." Dean replied. "I didn’t know the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police." Kathleen said to us. "Oh, no. No, there’s someone else." I said.

"Actually, it’s my cousin. We were havin’ a few last night at this bar down by the highway. And we haven’t seen him since." Dean said. "Does your cousin have a drinking problem?" She asked us. "Sam? Two beers and he’s doin’ karaoke." I said, jokingly, and she smiles. "No, he wasn’t drunk. He was taken." I said. Kathleen nods and sits down at her computer. Dean and I follow her and sit across from her.

"Alright. What’s his name?" She asked. "Winchester. Sam Winchester." Dean replied and she looks up at us. "Like the rifle?" She asked. "Like the rifle." We said in unison. She types Sam’s name in the computer and brings up his police record.

She observes the page, then clicks on something and reads whatever popped on her computer. "Samuel Winchester. So, you two know that his brother, Dean Winchester, died in St. Louis. And, uh, was suspected of murder." She said as she looks up at us. I glance over at Dean as he tries to look nonchalant.

"Yeah, Dean. Kind of the black sheep of the family. Handsome, though." Dean said and I rolled my eyes. "Debatable." I said and Dean narrows his eyes at me and I give a smirk then stuck my tongue out at him as Kathleen types something else on the computer. "Well, he’s not showing up in any current field reports." She said. "Oh, we already have a lead. Joan, here, saw a surveillance camera by the highway." Dean said as he gestures to me.

"Uh-huh. The county traffic cam?" She asked. "Right. Yeah. We were thinking the camera picked up whatever took him. Or, whoever." I said. "Well, I have access to the traffic cam footage down at the county works department, but—well, anyhow, let’s do this the right way." Kathleen said and she stands up and gets some paperwork from a filing cabinet.

"Why don’t you fill out a missing persons report and sit tight over here?" She said as she hands Dean a clipboard.

"Officer, look, uh, he’s family. I kind of—I kind of look out for the kid. You gotta let us go with you." Dean pleads. "I’m sorry, I can’t do that." She said and she starts to turn away. "Well, tell me something." I said and she turns to me. "Your county has its fair share of missing persons. Any of ‘em come back?" I asked her and she gives me a sad look.

"Sam’s our responsibility. And he’s comin’ back. We're bringin’ him back." Dean said and she stares at us.

Later, we were sitting on a bench outside as Dean's leg bounced a bit. "Hey..." I said to him as I placed a hand on his shoulder. He looks over at me and I could tell he had a worried look on his face. "We'll find him." I assured him and he nods just as Kathleen comes up, holding some printouts.

"Greg. Joan." She calls out and we stands up. "I think we’ve got something." She said and she hands us the printouts and we look through them. "These traffic cams take an image every three seconds, as part of the Amber Alert program. These images were all taken around the time that your cousin, Sam, disappeared." She said as we see just a bunch of pictures of either empty roads or some passing cars

"This really isn’t what we're looking for." Dean said as he flips through the pictures and I look over at the. "Just wait, wait—next one." Kathleen said and Dean turns the page and we see an image of a rusty truck driving. "This one was taken right after Sam left the bar. Look at the back end of that thing." She said and we do and see the license plates.

"Now, look at the plates." She said and he turns another page and we see a close-up image of the truck’s license plates. "Oh, the plates look new. It’s probably stolen." I said and Kathleen nods. "So, whoever’s driving that rust bucket must be involved." She said just as we hear a whining noise.

Dean and I turned around and see a beat-up van driving by. "Hear that engine?" Dean asked. "Yeah." Kathleen said as I nod and watch the old van. "Kind of a whining growl, isn’t it?" I asked. "Sure." She said as Dean and I stare at the van as it drives away. "I’ll be damned." I hear Dean mutter then he and I exchange a look.

"Okay, the next traffic cam is fifty miles from here, and the pickup didn’t pass that one, so…." Kathleen said as she drives her cop car and Dean sits in the front seat and I sit in the back. "So, it must’ve pulled off somewhere. I didn’t see any other roads here." I said and Dean nods. "Yeah, neither did I." He said. "Well, a lot of these backwoods properties have their own private roads." She said and Dean sighs at this. "Great." I said, annoyed, as I stare out the window.

We sat there in silence for a few moments until Kathleen speaks up. "So, guys." She said and Dean and I turn to look at her. "Yeah?" We said. "I ran both of your badge numbers. It’s routine when we’re working a case with state police. For accounting purposes and what have you." She said and I started to bite my lips.

"Mmhmm." Dean hums. "And, uh, they just got back to me." She said and she pulls the car over to the side of the road. "It says here both of your badges were stolen." She said and we look at her surprised.

"And there’s a picture of you." She said as she turns the computer to Dean, where we see a picture of a heavy African-American man.

"And there's a picture of you too." She said and she shows me a picture of an old woman with grey hair. "I lost some weight. And I got that Michael Jackson skin disease." Dean chuckles. "And I dyed my hair and use lots of make-up." I explain as she takes off her seatbelt.

"Okay, would you two step out of the car, please?" She asked us. "Look, look, look." Dean and I said and she stops. "If you wanna arrest us, that’s fine. We’ll cooperate, I swear. But, first, please—let us find Sam." Dean pleads to her. "I don’t even know who you two are. Or if this Sam person is missing." She said. "Look into our eyes and tell us if we're lying about this." I said and she scoffs as she looks between us

"Identity theft? Both of you are impersonating a couple of officers." She exclaims. "Look, here’s the thing. When we were young, I pretty much pulled him from a fire. And ever since then, I’ve felt responsible for him. Like it’s my job to keep him safe. And she's been helping me in anyway she can. I’m just afraid if we don’t find him fast—" Dean said as his voice breaks. "Please....He’s our family." I plead to her.

"I’m sorry. You two have given me no choice. I have to take both of you in." She said then she glances at her visor. I look at it and see a photo of her and another man, smiling. She looks at it then sighs.

"After we find Sam Winchester." She said as she fastens her seatbelt. Dean looks at her, confused, then to me and I shrug at him as we begin to drive off.

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thewickedbohemian · 5 months ago

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Dream Animated Movie Musical Tournament Seed Round Group G

For information on this tournament as well as the seed poll for group A go here

Why I think these musicals should be animated movies (in my opinion)

Legally Blonde: (although it might still need some updating) it's aged slightly better than the original movie, has a similar sort of cartoon-y feel and Disney-Princess-y heroine to Hairspray and there's also things that could work better in an animated movie than a live-action movie-of-the-musical-of-the-movie (like you could suspend your disbelief better about the Greek chorus etc.) to avoid this facing Mean Girls's problem

Carrie: the story's been told on film so many dang times that a fresh take like what a movie of the musical could be could be a breath of fresh air especially if it were animated to further distance itself from the more famous movies (and just imagine how hard the visuals could go)

The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee: (even though I heard some rumors of a movie years back, since nothing's happened since then it's still on here) although I don't know how to get around the audience participation to make any sort of movie of this show succeed doing it animated with kid characters looking like kids but still voiced by adults would be basically the only way for a movie of this show to give something major you couldn't get out of a proshot of it

Seussical: because animation is the only way a Seussical movie could be done (ideally if I had my druthers with an autistic unknown voicing JoJo as the coding's there) thank you shitty Mike Myers Cat In The Hat movie and overzealous Seuss estate

Annie: since it's been almost a decade since the last Annie movie (that being the controversial modernized one with a black Annie and Cameron Diaz playing foster-mom-from-hell!Hannigan) I feel like the time might be starting to come for when a remake could be justifiable especially because every time there's an Annie movie or something similar (like Annie Live) people always complain it leaves out some songs from the Broadway version so I want to fix that and animation (ideally in some style that homages the original comics without looking dated) would be a way for an Annie remake to do something different

Sweeney Todd: think of this hypothetical animated remake (ideally done by, like, Laika or something) as an opportunity to fix what Tim Burton broke

Fun Home: (another one on here I've heard rumors of a movie of but then bupkis about) it should be at least partially if not fully animated given its structure and the fact that it's about a freaking cartoonist

#dream animated movie musical tournament #tumblr poll #tumblr polls #tournament poll #polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr tournaments #musicals #movie musicals #legally blonde #legally blonde musical #carrie musical #the 25th annual putnam county spelling bee #seussical #annie musical #sweeney todd #fun home

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follower-bond-fight · 1 year ago

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ROUND FIVE PART TWO

A Lone Prayer (Shin Megami Tensei: Persona) VS Throw Away Your Mask (Persona 5 Royal)

A Lone Prayer

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Throw Away Your Mask

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A Lone Prayer

Legitimately makes me emotional listening to it. Probably helps that the OP for the PSP remake is so good.

Throw Away Your Mask

It's the emotional explanation of the motivations and genuine goodwill possessed by the best Persona villain, who is ultimately just another person trying to make a better world just as you are.

I don't know how to describe why it makes me feel the way I do, it's one of those things that just feels like it should be self-evident. If you've heard this, you get it. If you haven't, please do that now.

#the poll #youtube #persona song tournament #persona #persona 5 #persona 1 #shin megami tensei: persona #Youtube

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runesandramblings · 2 years ago

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"To The Ends of The Earth"

Word Count: TBD / ongoing

Content Warnings: none, follows the events from The Hobbit so there will be the expected violence from the movies

Pairings: KilixOC

Themes: crossover Marvel x Tolkien, romance, fanfic, canon-ish events

Summary:

In the wake of The Blip, the multi-verse has expanded knowledge of the universe in ways no one thought possible. For the first time, journeying between realms and realities is a tangible possibility.

Ex-SHIELD agent and Avenger, Lilith Lenore, is hiding from her past, shunning the life she once led. But when an offer from a wizard of another world is extended, she cannot refuse.

Chapter 8: The Journey Begins

I was surprised how quickly I was able to fall asleep in such a strange place. I scarcely remembered laying down in the hobbit’s tiny guest room the night before, much less actually falling asleep. I stayed up with the dwarves for a while after Bilbo went to bed learning as much as I could about the trip. Aside from the key Gandalf had that would allow us entry into the mountain, it seemed there wasn’t really a solid plan. Not that it bothered me, I was used to working on the fly back home. I’d gotten used to my life of stability, and after a year of peace and quiet I didn’t expect to settle into Middle Earth so easily. But Bilbo’s home was warm and welcoming, and I’d fallen asleep the moment my head hit the pillow. I knew it was the last good night of rest I’d likely get for a while.

The faint glimmer of sunlight peeking through the curtains woke me. I instinctively reached out for my phone to check the time before remembering where I was. It would certainly take some getting used to.

I crossed the room to the window and peered out. The sun was just beginning to crest over one of the numerous hobbit-holed hills, and I could see a few tiny bodies roaming up and down the paths already. I wasn’t familiar with telling time off of the sun, but I guessed it was around six or seven in the morning. Thorin had announced the night before he wanted to be off shortly after dawn, and judging by the light outside that would likely be soon.

I quickly slipped back into my clothes and braided my hair back out of my face before straightening up the tiny guest room and remaking the bed. The dwarves had insisted I take the one spare room, while they piled onto the living room floor. Given that it was the last time I’d likely sleep in a bed or on my own for a while, I’d not objected.

Despite mine and Gandalf’s best attempts the evening before to persuade Bilbo to join us, he had declined. It seemed the prospect of danger outweighed the gold or the adventure for him. It was a shame; I’d very much enjoyed the company of the hobbit already. He was far from a warrior, but there was a cunning and kindness about him I thought would have rounded out the group. Plus, a little disorder in his life might have done him well.

As I emerged from the bedroom and made my way down the hall I heard a few of the dwarves rummaging through Bilbo’s pillaged pantry. I was still trying to commit names to memory, but I believed them to be Bofur, Ori, and Oin.

“Good morning, Lady Lilith.” The one I thought to be Bofur greeted me.

I nodded to them in greeting as maybe-Ori shyly handed me an apple.

“Breakfast.” He offered. “There isn’t much left.”

“I believe it.” I teased, smiling kindly at the younger dwarf before stepping outside.

The rest of the party were already outside, saddling and packing up a group of horses. Gandalf and Thorin were conversing as the remaining dwarves strapped supplies and bedrolls to the backs of the horses.

Not horses, though. As I looked closer I realized they were more ponies, similar but slightly smaller than an average horse. I’d almost forgotten about the height deficiency of the group, though I was hardly one to talk.

I made my way over to where Gandalf and Thorin stood, and as I approached Thorin we briefly made eye contact. His gaze was notably kinder than the evening before. He nodded to me wordlessly before excusing himself and stepping over to assist who I did remember to be Dwalin as he saddled one of the ponies.

Gandalf smiled kindly down at me.

“Good morning, Lilith. How did you sleep?”

“Surprisingly well. Probably for the last time in a while I’d guess.” I joked.

He smirked, nodding his head as if to confirm my statement.

“At least you are prepared. You made quite the impression last night.” He said, giving me a knowing look. “I wasn’t quite expecting that. But it is good to know what Master Nick has told me about you is true.”

I paused mid-bite into my apple; so much more had transpired over the rest of the evening that I’d almost forgotten that had happened.

“I’m just glad Thorin didn’t kick me out.” I mumbled.

Gandalf chuckled and shook his head.

“On the contrary, my lady. It is difficult to earn Thorin Oakenshield’s respect, but you have it.”

As I finished the last of my apple and tossed the core into the field we stood beside, Gandalf pulled a bundle from the back of the pony he stood beside.

“Here. You might find these useful.”

The bundle itself was a cloak, a deep shade of emerald green with a brass clasp at the collar. It was wrapped around a leather water pouch, a spare set of clothes that exactly matched the ones I wore, and a small pouch filled with an assortment of coins.

“Thank you-“ I started.

“Gandalf.”

Dwalin was gesturing for the wizard to join himself and Thorin a few yards away from me.

Gandalf nodded to the dwarf and patted me on the arm.

“Excuse me, my lady.”

As he excused himself I suddenly felt awkward, and immediately began looking around for somewhere to be of help.

“Lilith.”

I turned to find the source of the voice and my eyes landed on Kili, standing a few yards away next to a white and brown pony. He was securing a bedroll to its back as he gestured for me to come join him with his free hand.

“This is Rosie.” He said as I approached, patting the pony’s nose. “She’s yours.”

I stroked her as well, admiring the feeling of her soft hair beneath my hand.

“She’s beautiful.”

As I kept my eyes focused on the pony I could feel Kili’s gaze linger on my face before he turned his attention to Rosie as well.

“That she is.” He said softly, and I couldn’t help but feel he wasn’t speaking entirely about the pony.

I felt the heat rising in my cheeks at his attention. I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed his company, but I was still hesitant to allow myself to get too comfortable. I was, after all, here for a purpose.

“Did you all sleep well on the floor?” I asked in an attempt to divert the subject.

He smiled, seeming to notice the change of topic but going along with it.

“I did. It was quite cozy. And safe.” He said.

“Safe?”

“Oh yes. I hear there’s a crazy maiden on this journey that likes to throw knives at people.” His cheeky smirk widened, and I couldn’t help but grin in return. The damn dwarf was charming to a fault.

Before I could respond we were interrupted as Thorin came to stand at the front of the company. I realized the others had joined us from inside.

“Alright, let's be off then.” He said gruffly.

The dwarves began mounting their ponies and I stood staring at mine, still holding the reins in my hand. I walked around to the side uncertainly. I understood the concept of riding, but I had never actually been on a horse before. Getting on wasn’t the issue, but I had no idea how to control the animal once I had. Kili seemed to notice my hesitation and came back to my side immediately.

“Are you alright?”

“I just realized I’ve never done this before.” I said, staring blankly between him and the pony.

“Do horses not exist where you are from??” He asked, laughing.

“They do, they’re just…not for transportation anymore.”

He looked confused.

“How do you get anywhere?”

I opened my mouth to explain as Thorin approached us on his pony. I realized the rest of the dwarves were mounted as well, and Kili and I were the only two left standing in the grass.

“Kili. Lilith. Let's move.” He said sternly.

Kili immediately extended his hand to me and I took it gratefully, using it as leverage to boost myself onto the back of the horse. She shifted underneath me and I grasped the reins tightly, looking to Kili for further instruction. He gave a cheeky smile in return as he slapped the horse on her rear and sent her trotting forward after the others.

“I’ll explain as we go.” I heard him call from behind me.

I’d never stopped to consider how difficult it was to keep track of time without a phone or a watch. I looked up at the sun again in an attempt to get my bearings. Though I couldn’t be entirely sure what it meant, the sun was directly overhead. Logically I assumed it was around midday.

Kili and Fili rode on either side of me, instructing me on how to control and steer the pony. It was much easier than I’d anticipated, and my nervousness quickly faded. I still found myself a little unsteady on her as the terrain shifted, and I could see the amused expressions the brothers traded when they assumed I was not paying attention. I was sure after my show the night before they enjoyed having an advantage in something I did not. Kili in particular seemed to take pride in being able to teach me something new.

“So you say these cars…” Kili began. “They move on their own?”

After my comment about never having been on a horse, their interest had been piqued in how transportation worked in my realm. I’d been trying my best to explain the concept of cars as simply as possible. It wasn’t easy.

“Not exactly. They’re powered by something called a motor. Think of how coal powers the machines in your mines.”

They both nodded along. I wasn’t entirely sure I’d explained anything well enough for it to make sense, but I appreciate their sincere interest regardless.

“Your world sounds very different.” Fili said. “It must be strange coming here.”

I shook my head.

“It’s not so far off honestly. In some ways, yeah. But it’s not as strange as I thought it would be.” I caught Kili’s gaze and we shared a smile.

“Have you done anything like this before?” He questioned.

“Travel to another world? Or just a journey like this in particular?”

“Either one.”

I shook my head again.

“I’ve never left my home, no. But I’ve been on a long trip like this before. Well, sort of.”

“Sort of?” Fili prodded.

“I was…running.”

Both perked up, curiosity piqued.

“I might have broken the law.” I said sheepishly.

“A rebel.” Kili’s grin widened. “What did you do?”

“That group I was a part of, the Avengers.” I paused and they nodded, recognizing my reference from the night before. “We were told we couldn’t go on any more missions, or help anybody, without permission from this…overseeing group. Half listened, but the other half didn’t.”

“I’m assuming you were in the half that didn’t?”

I nodded.

“You assume correctly.”

“So what happened?” Fili urged.

“Well, we got into a fight. And then the half of us that rebelled went to prison-”

“You were imprisoned?” Kili interrupted. “For how long?”

“Only a few weeks-”

“A few weeks??” Several voices cried out in unison.

I looked around, stunned at the noise, and realized several of the other dwarves had dropped back to ride beside us as well. Evidently my story had captured their attention.

“I don’t think they intended to let us go that soon, fortunately we had a friend on the outside who was able to break us out. But we couldn’t go home, because they were looking for us. So we ran. And we couldn’t stay in one place for long, so we ended up jumping from country to country for a while.”

“How long did you run for?” Bofur asked. He leaned forward eagerly.

“Almost a year.”

“And how did it end?” Nori questioned.

I grinned.

“They realized they couldn’t survive without us.”

“WAIT!”

The company halted as a voice suddenly echoed from the trees behind us. I yanked my pony to a stop and whirled around to see Bilbo running toward us, contract in hand.

“Wait.” He called again, breathless. He came to a stop at the front of the company beside Balin. “I signed it.”

I turned to Kili and Fili, both watching Bilbo with an incredulous look on their faces. I extended my hand to them and smiled smugly.

“Pay up.”

Entire story so far here!

#kili durin #kili fanfic #kili x oc #marvel crossover #the hobbit #the hobbit crossover #the hobbit fanfic #the hobbit fanfiction #kili #lord of the rings fanfiction #lord of the rings fanfic #kili fanfiction #fili #fili durin #marvel oc

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bismuthupmy · 2 years ago

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Nothing Hurts | Leon x Luis RE4

Chapter 4 | 5.2k

The story of tragic righteousness where nobody is hurt and everything is perfect. Except nothing is perfect in hell.

A re-imagining of the events of the Resident Evil 4 remake where Luis and Leon get the ending they deserved.

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Wow this ones a big boy compared to the others- I got carried away and accidentally wrote too much but I didn’t want to halve it so here it is! :)

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Leon came to with a jolt as the sun was dipping below the trees on the hills. His head pulsed and his body ached where he had landed. He muttered curses as pulled himself back up and onto the seat grabbing at his arms before realising where he was. The taste of blood lingered in his mouth as he just sat there for a minute. The boat was slowly filling up with water which had soaked his left side. Pulling on the motor string, Leon forces it to work again and speeds off towards the boathouse hopefully before the boat sinks and he becomes fully soaked.

He made it just in time, the boat gurgling as it sunk into the lake. The boathouse was dark because of the lack of light making it into the valley, meaning he must’ve been out for a good few hours. Leon mentally slapped himself for wasting so much time. He patched through to Hunnigan. She was probably worried he fucking died.

“Condor One to roost,” he called in. “Do you read me?”

Hunnigan immediately picked up, as was her job, but she was frantic.

“Condor One!? You’ve been radio silent for three hours. Are you alright?”

Three hours. Shit.

“Yeah… I’m fine. Won't let it happen again.”

Hunnigan sighed, “And the church?”

“Still looking for whatever ‘key’ I need.”

“Copy that,” a pause. “I’m glad you’re ok. Roost out.”

Leaving the boathouse Leon was met with a near pitch black forest, having to pull out his flashlight. Night exploration was a pain because you couldn’t see anything and the torchlight was a beacon for enemies. There was no one immediately in the vicinity but as Leon approached a bottleneck in the road, chanting could be heard. Crouching down through a rocky crevice, Leon quietly stalked up to the voices. He could see shadows of two people against the stone cliff beside him, cast from a fire or candles around the corner he couldn’t see. As he got closer the chanting got more frantic. One of the villagers yelled and its shadow convulsed, its head exploding with something erupting from it. Leon cringed as he saw some of the blood spatter from around the corner and long fleshy tentacles whipping around. What the fuck? He moved forward slowly again, stepping on a large stick, however, which snapped loudly. The villagers up ahead were alerted and stumbled his way. The first villager that emerged from around the corner was the one with the weird fleshy mound for a head, tendrils lashing out towards his direction.

Leon stood up to take aim and shot a few rounds into the guy's head. It didn’t die though which concerned him. The second villager came around the corner and Leon decided to take him out first. Within the same amount of shots it was dead but immediately started convulsing on the floor. Leon couldn’t get to it to knife it dead dead either because he was blocked in by the… twisty guy.

The villager on the floor’s head exploded then and another fleshy head replaced it, the same as the other guy. Leon groaned.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Deciding to just save his ammo and not bother with fighting these guys, Leon pulled out a flash grenade to stun them and run past. He covered his eyes and prepared for the flash as the grenade went off. Except the flash pierced his eyes through the cracks left by his arm, causing his head to sear in pain as he dropped to one knee, ears ringing. He shook his head to get rid of the fuzziness, looking up to see the two villagers lying dead on the floor, the fleshy heads having disintegrated and left a soggy puddle on the ground.

“What the fuck?” Leon huffed, standing up straight again. “Twisty sons of bitches.”

Jogging past the dead bodies, Leon continued along the path. He had a key to look for and Ashley wasn’t getting any safer in that church if she hadn’t been taken away by now already. The path led into a cave which then opened out into a small room off to the side. In the room was an altar between two large hand statues.

“Some kind of shrine?” Leon muttered as he got closer. On the wall between the statues was a symbol. “Same mark from the church.”

Yep this was the church key. It was held together by mini stone hands which Leon assumed that the larger statues had something to do with it. On the far wall was a map with two locations marked on it. He may have said finding information was easy but applying the information was not.

Finding the first stone key was fairly straight forward. Leon followed the cave system through a loop and used another convenient boat around the corner, taking out villagers as he went. As soon as he got up to the caged up head, Leon inspected the stone tablet with several buttons and realised he needed to be looking out for symbols. So back he went, scanning the walls of the cave for hastily scrawled symbols on the walls and made it back to the key. He imputed the symbols and the gate opened loudly. Leon was faced with a weird demon looking statue with a suspicious line running around its neck and figured he just had to lift the head off its perch.

The head, once disconnected, spurted blood coloured liquid which leaked all over his hand. Leon grimaced with disgust, shaking as much of the liquid off as he could, not really wanting to find out what it was and especially not being stuck with it on his pants.

He returned to the room with the church key and placed the stone head onto one of the hands. Half of the mini hands holding the church key twisted and released the key. Now he just needed to make it back across the lake.

Before heading off, Leon leaned down over the edge of the dock and dipped his hand in the river, washing off the blood. He looked around the cavern, spying the other end of the merchant’s workshop. The church key could wait for a moment, he was running low on supplies.

He steered the boat to the lower platform and climbed up to meet the merchant. The same scruffy British voice greeted him.

“Hello there, stranger. Care to run an errand for me? Or two ha ha.” Leon leaned on the desk nearby, picking out supplies he needed.

“What errands?” “Need an egg. A gold one. I’ll pay you handsomely for one of them buggers. That or I need three snakes.

Leon scoffed, “I’m not going out searching for snakes in the wilderness.” “You’d be surprised how many of them end up in bloody crates, ha. Chicken egg it is.” Leon restocked up on ammo and invested in some more first aid spray while he was there. It was the exact same stuff the American government had packed him with except the text was all in Spanish of course.

“So,” Leon reloaded his weapons absently. “What’s so special about the gold ones? Can you even find them?”

“You have yet to witness the power of a gold chicken egg, eh? Nothing much. It's gold.” “Seriously?” Leon looked at him incredulously. Was he really about to go out of his way to find just a funky looking egg.

“No. But I can't have you running off with my egg if I tell you what they can really do, am I right?” Leon shook his head and started back for his boat, the merchant calling back to him, “Thanks, mate!”

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Leon took the boat out to the other side of the lake, speeding through another cave before coming to a stop at a tower looking construct. There weren’t any people lurking around which put Leon somewhat at ease. He didn't bother to check if the door down the bottom was open or not and began another climb and search of strange painted symbols on various surfaces. Leon absently wondered how the hell someone managed to paint up on stalactites but there wasn’t any time to worry about it because he made it to the key code to the door. Three more symbols were imputed and the gate opened. Leon grabbed the head, careful of the splash of blood that came with it and descended down the tower to check out the lower room. Maybe there was some treasure he could collect. Damn that merchant and turning Leon into a treasure freak.

On his way back across the lake, Leon spotted another light to his left. There was another flat area beneath the hills that was fenced off. He decided to check it out and upon closer inspection the land was a chicken coop. Might as well go search for that chicken egg the merchant wanted. He wasn't planning on doing it in the first place but he was here now and he wouldn’t pass up the chance to gather some dinner.

Leon searched around the coop, walking laps in circles, startling chickens left and right, picking up a few normal eggs for later as well. Just as he was going to give up and move on, he spotted a flash of gold out the corner of his eye. There lying on the ground, nestled between hay and mud, was a golden chicken egg. Leon chuckled in disbelief, rubbing a hand down his face. A fucking gold chicken egg. Leon picked it up and headed back to the cave that held the key for the church and the reward he was going to get for this egg.

The second stone head was placed on the other hand statue, fully unlocking the circular key. Leon tucked the key away safely and headed back to the merchant’s safe house. The first thing Leon did was place the golden chicken egg on the merchant's table, startling the man awake from a nap.

“I didn’t expect you to actually do it,” the merchant smirked, taking the egg and hiding it away somewhere.

“Yeah, well, it was on the way,” was all Leon said, not wanting to clue the merchant in that he was somewhat now addicted to finding treasures.

“Thanks for the help, stranger. Your payment.” A few purple crystals were placed into Leon’s hand. He looked at them and then at the merchant perplexed.

“Spinels. Special currency. Some things money just can't buy. Take a look.” The merchant slid over to another section of his little store, pointing out “special” stock. Leon pocketed the spinels, deciding to spend them on something that would actually be useful for later instead of a few jewels or gunpowder he could find elsewhere. He could never tell what expression the merchant had but he vaguely thought he caught disappointment on the other man’s face when he left.

“See ya later, then.” Leon waved over his shoulder, making sure that the church key was secure in one of his pouches preparing for the jog back to the church. He wanted to get to Ashley as soon as possible. Having the church key himself reassured him that she must still be there but that didn't mean she was safe.

The night brought rain, the clearing Leon passed through empty of any crows that he found everywhere else during the previous day. The gate where Leon entered was mysteriously locked up with no clear way of opening it which would be a real hindrance to his mission if he couldn't find a way back. Leon grumbled and returned back to the clearing, deciding to go back and ask the merchant about it when a ground rumbling roar came from the other side of the area. Another gate dropped, blocking the way back to the merchant, something big battering against the solid gate beside it. He was locked in an arena. He looked up to see a figure cloaked in red distorted by the rain.

The big creature bashed through, revealing a massive ugly troll looking monster. Maybe he had been too cocky when he’d mentioned the massive weapon earlier and he hoped the creature wasn't smart enough to go find it.

The giant’s arms sweeped for him, Leon ducking under it and scrambling to get behind and to the other side of the arena. He pulled out his rifle and aimed for its head. The giant seemed to feel pain as it howled and angrily charged towards Leon, however he was going to take a lot of effort. Leon spent most of this time running for clear ground and getting shots in where he could.

The giant roared again, paying Leon no mind as he shot at him, making a beeline for one of the sheds that lined the edges of the arena. Leon lowered his weapon.

“Surely not.” Surely yes. The giant ripped the house out of the ground and launched it in Leon's direction. He barely managed to jump out of the way of its path, stumbling in the mud. The giant made wide sweeping motions with its arms again, Leon diving out of the way as quickly as possible. The rain made the earth slippery, his hair sticking to his face and in his eyes making things all the more difficult.

Leon could vaguely hear howling in the distance over the pouring rain, sighing to himself. He wasnt going to deal with rabid wolves in addition to a fucking troll. Behind him he heard snarling and barking. He whipped around and up on the higher ledges of the hills around the arena was the wolf he had saved earlier.

“Hey, it’s that dog.”

The wolf jumped down, running circles around the troll, distracting it. While it was a welcome relief from the stress for Leon, the troll was chasing the wolf with its eyes round and round in circles so he couldn't get a good shot in. The wolf darted out of the way of a swooping grasp and dove back in, teeth latching onto the giant’s heel causing it to howl. Out of it’s back, emerged a slimy worm looking thing, not unlike the twisty fuckers he’d seen earlier.

“You got worms too?” He pulled out his rifle and trained it on the worm, hitting it a couple of times, bringing the giant to its knees. He rushed up to it, knife in hand, and scaled the giant to slash at the exposed weak spot. He got a few slashes in before he was bucked off and the giant regained its strength. Now that he knew how to defeat this thing the game was on.

The dog circled the giant again which angered it more. The giant reared back its leg before striking the dog, kicking it back several feet. Leon’s heart dropped for a second but the dog got back up. The giant ignored the barking and the shower of bullets into its back that Leon was hoping would draw out the worm again. It grabbed onto a second house bracing to lift it. Leon swiftly shot at the giant’s hand which caused it to drop the house it was holding onto its feet. Apparently splitters were enough for the worm to emerge again so Leon continued to attack the weak spot. The giant eventually tumbled again and Leon slashed at the worm. Soon enough the giant howled and threw Leon off it which sent him sprawling into the mud.

The giant hollered and crumbled to the ground one last time. Leon dropped his shoulders in relief, covered in mud with the rain quickly washing it off. The gates around the arena opened again letting him out.

“God damn,” Leon breathed shakily, looking down at the dead troll in relief. “I was almost a pancake. I simply must tell god about this one.”

He was about to leave for the church when the barking of the wolf caught his attention. Glancing back up to the ledges, the wolf was laying out panting. He looked up at it with a small smile.

“Thanks bud.” He journeyed back to the old church.

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The church was still quiet when he made it back, no villagers around for now luckily for him. Leon placed the church key in the gate and like hands on a clock it spun, triggering the poles to drop. The door behind the gate was open and he was finally inside.

“Ashley Graham? I’m here to help!”

The main room was doused in colourful light from the moonlight outside shining through the stained glass window above the altar. Ashley wasn't anywhere on the first floor after exploring but there was a locked gate to the side of the main chapel area.

Inspecting the altar he found a puzzle which required an extra piece which was easily found in the church. The stained glass had to be rearranged in a certain orientation which was really not that difficult to figure out. Seems like they had exhausted all their time in hiding the main key to bother with any more meaningful security measures. The gate clicked to the side and Leon went through, climbing to the second floor. There was a long corridor which wrapped all the way around the church but it wasnt a loop so he wouldn’t be able to miss her.

“Ashley, you in there?”

Leon came up to a door on the left. He opened it up cautiously waiting for something to jump out at him. Sure enough a high pitched grunt and a candlestick came crashing towards him. He quickly dodged the candlestick, finally finding the young girl holding it.

“Just let me go,” Ashley pleaded. Leon had to admire the girl’s strength because they candlestick certainly looked a little worse for wear. Ashley swung gthe candlestick at him again to which he easy caught it.

“Hey, easy with that!” He tossed the candlestick away which in hindsight might have been too aggressive as the girl looked absolutely terrified. He didn't approach her, instead taking a step back to appear less menacing. “My name's Leon. I’m here on the president’s orders to-”

Ashley ran at the opportunity as Leon stepped backwards leaving a gap for her to dash out of the room. Leon sighed. Yep, definitely a bit too aggressive.

“That went well,” he muttered to himself, following after Ashley. She hadn’t run towards the exit so he hadn’t lost her yet. He quickly walked to the front of the church on the second level, seeing Ashley looking out the floor to ceiling window.

“Hey. It’s dangerous outside,” Ashley ignored him and continued to stare out the window. They needed to leave now and Leon was starting to get a little more urgent. “You need to listen to me-” “What is that? Over there?” she interrupted him, pointing out to a hoard of villagers approaching the church. A sharp ringing pierced Leon's ears as he and Ashley grimaced.

Pursue them. The lost lambs are escaping. Deliver unto them… Salvation.

The piercing pain let up and Leon turned to Ashley earnestly.

“Your father trusts me,” He looked her directly in the eyes. “And I need you to trust me too, and do exactly as I say. I’m gonna get you home safe.”

Tears began to well up in Ashley’s eyes but she held them back with a brave face and a nod.

“Ok…Ok, Leon.”

Leon turned just as the villagers entered the church's lower floor. He crouched down to avoid being seen, gesturing to Ashley to do the same. “Alright. Let’s get the hell out of here,” Leon muttered to which Ashley eagerly agreed. Leon signalled to her to follow him and they made their way around to another ladder which led to the top floor. Leon stayed crouched on the ground and waved over to Ashley.

“I’ll boost you up. Get the ladder.” Ashley nodded hesitantly and climbed onto his shoulders as he hoisted her up to the next platform. Ashley pulled herself up, turning around to drop the ladder down for Leon to climb up behind her. Leon took the lead again, searching the attic for any way out. He came across a window which overlooked a lower ledge below easy enough to get down to. Leon climbed up onto the window sill, Ashley gasping from behind him. Leon dropped down and Ashley rushed to the window to see if he was alright. Leon looked back up at her, completely fine, waving her down.

“No way-”

“It’s ok. I’ve got you.” Ashley began to protest before thinking better of it. Leon surely knew what he was doing. She jumped up to sit on the edge of the windowsill before jumping over, arms crossed over her chest and eyes shut tightly. She landed with a small yelp in Leon’s arms, heart hammering from the free fall.

“You alright?” Leon let her down and helped steady her until she nodded slowly. Leon jumped off the ledge up ahead, glancing back at Ashley as she climbed down the ladder like a sane person, calling Hunnigan to report in.

“Roost, I’ve secured Baby Eagle.”

“Copy that,” came Hunnigan’s pleased reply. “Is she ok?”

“Affirmative.” “Good job, Condor One. I’ll dispatch a chopper ASAP”

Hunnigan quickly typed into her computer, the clicking of the keys audible through the comms, “I’m sending you the coordinates for the extraction point. Make your way there. And don't let anything happen to Baby Eagle.”

“Copy that.”

“Hurry, the weather is getting worse. Roost out.”

Leon led Ashley around the side of the church, signalling her to crouch down as they snuck past villagers in the courtyard. Leon halted them behind a large rock watching stray villagers wander into the church. They managed to slip out through the gates and into the graveyard but were met with another hoard of villagers.

“Stay close to me!” Leon tried weaving the two of them through the graveyard, avoiding the most threatening group of oncomers. “What is wrong with these people!” Ashley cried, keeping low to avoid the grabbing hands of the villagers. They ran through a tunnel, heading back towards the village centre through the town hall. The extraction point was nearby but they couldn’t get anywhere with a hoard on their trail. Leon was hoping they could lose them somewhere deeper in the village.

More angry villagers blocked their path in the centre, Leon hastily pulling out his shotgun to thin out the crowd enough for them to run, “Spread out!” Ashley ducked behind a nearby house as Leon took out a few of the villagers, calling out to her again to follow him as they ran by the outskirts of the square. They ran through the farm again, jumping over the paddock fence to loop around the oncomers. They made it to the bridge, villagers hot on their tail when Leon noticed the gate to the house up ahead was open. He remembered it was locked shut. The door burst open and Luis waved them over urgently.

“Hey! Over here!” His voice was drowned out by the rain but Leon got the idea and led Ashley into the villa, closing the gate behind him. Ashley heaved beside him, trying to catch her breath. He put a hand on her shoulder in reassurance before turning back to Luis.

“You,” Leon stalked towards Luis, the other seeing the anger in his gait and quickly put his hands up in surrender.

“Hey, listen. About earlier, I-”

“Yeah about that,” Leon grabbed Luis by the shirt and shoved him into the wall. Luis’ face contorted in pain for a moment before he glanced to the side. Leon followed his gaze.

“Heyyy. I see you found your missing señorita.”

Ashley seemed to have regained her breath and joined them over at the wall, a scowl over her face.

“The señorita has a name, and it's Ashley,” she sassed, not taking any shit from a random guy. “And you are?”

Luis smiled, “Name’s Luis. Encantado.”

“Great. We all have names. Now then-” Leon shoved Luis harder into the wall to draw his attention back. “Who are you? And what’re you doing here?”

Luis chuckled, “Very good questions, unfortunately…”

He tipped his head towards the gate Leon had shut where the villagers had broken in. Leon let go of Luis to get a closer look before turning back to Ashley, “Hide. Now!”

Ashley frantically looked around the villa for somewhere to hide, all previous confidence gone, until Luis spoke up, kneeling beside an overturned wardrobe.

“In that case, here, help me.”

Leon joined him in the wardrobe and helped Luis lift it up just enough for Ashley to crawl outside. He nodded to the hole in the wall for her to go but noticed her hesitance.

“Go,” he urged, watching Ashley finally crawl under the wardrobe before dropping it back down. With Ashley safe he could now focus on the villagers searching for them. Leon peeked out through the window at the hoard, sizing it up. Luis joined him on the other side, gun raised.

“Ok. It’s game time.”

Leon ran around the room, picking up any loot or ammo that he could find, pocketing it and a few grenades. Luis kept talking, however, and Leon couldn't tell if he just wasn't taking this seriously or if he was just a nervous rambler.

“Hordes of them against two of us,” he flitted around the room dramatically. “Oh, and let's not forget — this mob is made up of monsters.”

The villagers had made it to the windows now and had smashed them in, claiming through.

“You done warming up? Hope you stretched!”

Leon shot a few of them as they attempted to get inside, knocking them back outside and into the mud. Luis was lagging slightly, boarding up one of the windows to the side. More and more piled up at the windows. Leon quickly grabbed a bookcase and slid it across, simultaneously smashing a villagers skull as well as narrowing down the entry points. The bookcase didn't hold up for long and soon enough a few villagers made it inside. Leon shuffled up the staircase for a vantage point on the villagers before deciding to check out the top floor. He found a few more boards upstairs he could use so he dropped back down to the bottom floor.

“Cover me!” Leon called to Luis, who grunted in acknowledgement, while he boarded up the last two windows. The last few villagers were taken out when they heard knocking up on the top floor.

Running up, the thing that concerned Leon was that they had gotten a hold of ladders and lent them up against the house. If they couldn't get in through the bottom floor why not try the top right? Leon kicked down the ladders, taking the villager climbing up with it when he heard yet another crashing sound followed by an unwelcome roar.

Looking to the lower floor, Leon saw the bull headed man run to the staircase, having broken through the window and letting in a whole bunch more of the villagers. Groaning in frustration Leon readied one of his grenades and chucked it to the base of the stairs killing the villagers on impact but leaving the bull man. At least it had thinned the crowd.

More ladders were propped up against the second floor windows but Leon found himself busy holding off the bull man. He looked to Luis to try to signal to him to knock them back down for him but he too was caught up in a swarm. Leon narrowly dodged the big hammer swung right for his head but in the process was grabbed from behind by another villager. He struggled against the arms but the bull man was quicker, raising its hammer again. A shot to the head from behind stunned the bull man and a second shot to the villager restraining Leon allowed him to quickly duck away with an appreciative nod in Luis’s direction.

They were caged in, the ladder and the staircase to the lower level not an option anymore with villagers closing in. Another bang.

“Leon! This way, hurry!”

Ashley stood in another doorway having pushed open the door. Leon wasted no time running through the hoarde, Luis in front of him, finally escaping the house. They ran across the bridge, villagers right behind them until they got past a gate. Looking around Leon spotted the wheel mechanism holding the gate up and shot it, causing it to drop and block the path.

The three of them leaned against the walls of the portcullis, breathing deeply. Ashley’s coughing and choking caught Leon’s attention.

“Ashley-”

She was shaking and still coughing wetly as she held out her hand in front of her. It was covered in blood.

“Whats- What’s happening to me?”

Leon wasn’t sure what to do in a situation like this. He wasn’t a doctor but he knew coughing up blood was bad. He paid no attention when he did it but f Ashley was hurt-

“Ashley,” Luis gently held onto her bloody hand, his expression grim but it looked like he knew something they didn't. “Is this the first time you’ve coughed up blood like this?”

Right, Luis worked for Umbrella. Surely he’d know what was going on. Ashley nodded at the question.

“You wanna start explaining?” Leon demanded.

Luis took a few steps backwards, “the cry, the blood — it’s caused by something called a… ‘plaga’.”

Leon frowned. That was definitely a lot more intense than he was expecting. Not quite fully understanding, Leon and Ashley just looked at Luis.

“Ok,” luis walked back over to the gate, vaguely gesturing to behind it. “You saw those ‘people’, right? Well, you have the same thing inside you. The same thing that made them like that.”

Leon looked down in thought. Sure he’d survived zombie apocalypses but he’d never had to deal with being infected. This added a whole new layer of complexity to the mission now.

“This,” Luis continued. “What you’re experiencing, these symptoms… They’re only the beginning.”

Ashley began to panic, her voice shaking, “I don't want to become like them.”

“You are, well, lucky,” Luis reassured her. ‘You see, at this early stage the parasite — the plaga. It is possible to remove it with a surgical procedure.”

Parasite. Not even a virus. Leon supposed that made things easier, though he hated to think what the American government would do to him and Ashley if they got hands on the parasite. Luis was being slow on the information and Leon needed him to just get straight to the point.

“And all you need is some know-how. And, oh yeah — the right equipment.”

Luis spun around, pulling away the neckline of his shirt revealing a long jagged scar across his chest. Leon shook his head in frustration and confusion.

“Wait. You too?”

“No worries. See. I have a plan. But you’re going to have to trust me.”

Luis spread his arms out cockily. The bastard knew that they had no choice but to trust him and he was toying with them. Leon sighed and nodded at him. Luis beamed with a clap of victory.

“Great! I guess you wouldn’t mind extra company then?”

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I really didnt know how to really describe the… worm heads of the guadañas soooo fleshy mound 👍 I used that phrase once i think and i also think never again.

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phoenixwatchesmovies · 2 months ago

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What I'm Watching: October 2024

Keeping my thoughts simple this time around. Again, three sentences or less, as that seemed to work pretty well last time. Under the cut, I've got the House On Haunted Hill remake, the Beetlejuice animated series, Hellraiser 1 and 2, the original Suspiria, and the entire Terrifier franchise. Let's go.

Terrifier (2016)

A maniac named Art the Clown terrorizes two friends on Halloween and everyone who gets in his way.

Honestly not as outrageous as I'd been led to believe. Less gory overall than, say, the Saw franchise, so I don't get the controversy. I'm more impressed at how much the makers accomplished on their budget, and now that I've seen David Howard Thornton's performance, I understand how Art got to be so iconic.

House On Haunted Hill (1999)

An amusement park mogul offers a group of diverse people $1,000,000 to spend the night in a haunted house with a horrifying past.

Figured I might as well watch this one again having finally seen the original. It's still not scary and almost takes itself too seriously, but it's at least having fun with itself (none more so than Geoffrey Rush). It's cozy in a way only schlock can be.

Beetlejuice (1989-1991)

Adventures of the ghostly con-artist and his 12-year-old pal, Lydia.

I have only the haziest of memories of watching this on Cartoon Network as a kid, and since Tubi added it recently, etc etc. It's fun, and the humor leans heavy on punny visual gags, so I obviously find it hilarious. And I love Lydia's spider web poncho. ❤️

Terrifier 2 (2022)

After being resurrected by a sinister entity, Art the Clown returns to the timid town of Miles County where he targets a teenage girl and her younger brother on Halloween night.

Ok, a little bit more gnarly, but also a step up from the original overall. Lauren Lavera as Sienna owns my heart and immediately made it onto my list of favorite Final Girls. And regarding DHT in this go round, as I said to my sister, "You know you shouldn't be laughing, but you can't help it because the bit he's doing alongside the awful shit is genuinely funny."

Hellraiser (1987)

A woman discovers the newly resurrected, partially formed, body of her brother-in-law and lover. She starts killing for him to revitalize his body and escape the demonic beings that are pursuing him after he escaped their underworld.

I'm telling you, if you took the Cenobites out of this, you'd have a Lifetime movie...a cozy, gory Lifetime movie. I've said before that Frank's resurrection scene is one of the coolest nasty things I've seen in a movie, and the Cenobites are awesome in an equally gnarly way, but my favorite part of this is Ashley Laurence as Kirsty Cotton. 😍🥰

Hellbound: Hellraiser 2 (1988)

Kirsty is brought to an institution after the horrible events of Hellraiser, where the occult-obsessive head doctor resurrects Julia and unleashes the Cenobites and their demonic underworld.

Resurrected!Julia can get it. I'm still in love with Kirsty, but dayum, I wish we lived in the alternate timeline where Julia was the antagonist of the franchise. Can't decide if I prefer the expanded world building and epic feel of this one to the cozy if perverse melodrama of the OG, but I treat them as a double feature anyway so it doesn't matter.

Suspiria (1977)

An American newcomer to a prestigious German ballet academy comes to realize that the school is a front for something sinister amid a series of grisly murders.

I've heard so much about this over the years that I was really excited to finally watch it...and then I watched it. Not that it was bad, just that I was underwhelmed. It's gorgeous to look at, don't get me wrong, but it might be one of those that needs another watch before I get what the big deal is.

Terrifier 3 (2024)

Art the Clown is set to unleash chaos on the unsuspecting residents of Miles County as they peacefully drift off to sleep on Christmas Eve.

Made it all the way through this franchise without getting terrified once (hahahahahahaha) but I admit this one had me sweating in a few key scenes. Even more of a step up from 2 and not just in terms of gore. Not writing an essay on it, but anyone saying the gore is all this franchise has to offer is selling themselves short.

Woo hoo! I did it! See you in a month!

#watch a thon 2024 #terrifier #house on haunted hill 1999 #beetlejuice animated #terrifier 2 #hellraiser #hellbound: hellraiser ii #suspiria 1977 #terrifier 3

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godtier · 7 months ago

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Xbox showcase thoughts summary thingy, several hours later:

COD BOPS 6: one day I'll play these games (i've heard from multiple ppl that the storylines in black ops specifically are rly good) but no opinion rn tbqh

doom: the dark ages: very weird pivot??? kinda curious about it. of all the settings they could have chosen to toss the doomguy in, medieval fantasy wasn't the one I was expecting...! art direction looked good, but still kinda gave me "this is the Christmas episode" vibes, like jazz the jackrabbit having a holiday reskin... except instead of a holiday reskin, it's medieval times... hopefully that makes sense lmao

state of decay 3: not very familiar with this series so meh... looked like any other generic zambie shooter to me, but inb4 ppl holler at me about the games bein rly good

dragon age: the veilguard: no real opinion. i played the original dragon age for like, an hour when it was newish, never finished it lol

starfield DLC: that's nice ig

fallout 76 expac/updates: that's nice ig

clair obscur: expedition 33: looks interesting? but idk if this would be a game i'd be into. it appears to be a turn-based RPG and it's based off of la belle époque era of french art/architecture, so the art design looks baller? and the monster designs look interesting. i'll have to keep an eye out.

south of midnight: now this? this one looks hella interesting. the art style is kinda weird; the cutscenes seemed to be at a lower FPS so it almost looks like stop-motion? but i couldn't tell if that was uh... purposefully or not LMAO. but other than that, the setting is really weird and interesting! almost like bayou horror combined with fantasy nonsense monsters and stuff... and i liked the dynamic of the lead character and the monster guy who was ferrying her around. gameplay looks okay, but hopefully it handles well. i might very well get this one when it comes out.

WOW: the war within: no interest in this tbh

metal gear solid: snake eater remake: looks fine? never rly got into MGS myself, but it looks nice

sea of thieves expac: that's nice ig

flintlock: the siege of dawn: simultaneously looks interesting and generic so idk how they managed that. i like the idea of the little companion thing expanding your moveset options, but i feel like this isn't doing anything new per se. meh

age of mythology retold: was not expecting this asspull tbh LMAO. for those who aren't aware, this was a game microsoft developed and released in 2002, so it's basically a remaster. but idk who was asking for it... not that it's a bad game, but it was released in a sea of other similar games at the time. maybe that's why? i feel like there's a bit of a dearth of these games for console/PC, maybe? tho tbh i feel like this style of game is way more prolific on mobile devices... at least it's not a mobile port!

perfect dark: this one was really weird... like, microsoft owns rare, but crystal dynamics is developing this? idk if this is a soft reboot or a sequel to the last game, but it looked fine? i was never into perfect dark (either on n64 or xbox) but it looks like a solid stealth action game... just not one i have much interest in atm

diablo IV: vessel of hatred: okay, so real talk: i haven't played diablo since i was a kid on a windows 95 machine lmao so i'm so far removed from Current Day diablo. but that being said, the opening trailer was pretty dope. it was nasty, uncanny body horror and it certainly held my attention. this is an expac to a game i've never played, and iirc diablo IV is online-only crap, which blows. but the art direction in this trailer was probs my favorite, just removed from the fact it's for a video game expac lmao

fable: sure looks like a fable game. i never rly got into them (this is a running theme can you tell lmao) but the trailer was charming enough, i guess.

fragpunk: now this is ANOTHER team-based FPS (or "hero shooter"), but the gimmick looked intriguing. changing the game's rules at the start of each round definitely sounds like it would keep things interesting, but i wonder how it would suss out with multiple people using abilities at once? idk, the art direct looked nice, gameplay footage looked As Expected. we'll see

winter burrow: mouse game

mixtape: ???? i have no idea what this game is LMAO it appears to be set in the 80s, and they touted how the game's soundtrack would have a bunch of music from bands n shit from the era... but one of the bands they listed was the smashing pumpkins...??? huh??? like idk what they were smoking, but they're off by a decade there LMAO. but other than that, it just looked like nothing. a life sim?? idk what the story is? idk anything other than "music from the 80s is good, also look at this choppy animation because it's aesthetic ig" and that's all i got from it

microsoft flight simulator 2024: looks fun! the ability to explore the areas you're flying by after landing sounds like it could be fun and cozy. this series is ancient and i never rly got into it, but this entry might tempt me just bc it looks fun

elder scrolls online: this was an ad LMAO

life is strange: double exposure: okay, again, never had any real interest in this series but i might check this one out. i like murder mysteries and the flipping back and forth between the realities looks fun

indiana jones and the great circle: it exists

mechabreak: saw this at the SGF, it's a mecha game

wuchang: fallen feathers: i was starting to check out by this point, but rewatching the trailer, it's yet another game that has nice art direction and that's all i can really say about it

avowed: same as above: nice art direction and character designs, but not much else to say right now

atomfall: british fallout

asscreed: shadows: asscreed

s.t.a.l.k.e.r. 2: heart of chornobyl: was not expecting to see another entry in this series, but it looks intriguing. i like these types of settings, so i may check it out

gears of war: e-day: it's a gears game. i tried gears of war ages ago, it didn't really grab me so i never went back to it

so all in all? there wasn't a lot of hype for me personally because a lot of these series are either ones i've tried and didn't get into, ones i haven't played since i was a kid, or ones that i never even bothered to try. in all honesty, the newer titles were more interesting to me than most of the established franchise stuff they showed off.

however, i think there's a lot for people to get excited about if they already like some of these franchises. lots of updates to stuff, so i'm sure that there's excitement to be had for that.

the titles that ended up catching my attention/interest the most ended up being doom: the dark ages, south of midnight, s.t.a.l.k.e.r. 2, microsoft flight simulator 2024, fragpunk (morbid curiosity more than anything else tbh) and maaaaybe clair obscur.

not a total waste of time, but nothing too hype-inducing for me.

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denimbex1986 · 7 months ago

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'In 2018, when Steven Zaillian began writing a first draft of Ripley — his TV adaptation of Patricia Highsmith’s 1955 novel The Talented Mr. Ripley — one item in his office made its way into his screenplay: the heavy crystal ashtray that (spoiler alert) kills Freddie Miles in the fifth episode.

But Zaillian’s foray into the story of con man Tom Ripley started long before 2018. Ten years ago, a unique proposal popped up on his radar — a TV series. “If it had been proposed as another movie, I would’ve said no,” he tells THR, “but as an eight-hour series, I thought, ‘This could be interesting.’ ”

For starters, he wanted the limited series — about a grifter, Tom Ripley, who covets, and then kills for, the lifestyle of his wealthy former classmate Dickie Greenleaf — to be in black and white. “When I first read the book, it’s how I felt it should look. Later, it was important to the story that it not be some kind of Technicolor Italy, that the story was more atmospheric than that, in a darker, more sinister way.”

Andrew Scott was promptly cast as Tom Ripley, says Zaillian. “I’d tried to cast him in a part in [the 2016 Emmy-winning limited series] The Night Of, but I didn’t know what he looked like because I’d only heard him in a movie called Locke: He played a character whose voice was on the telephone, and he created a rather full-rounded character with just his voice. He was my first choice.”

Scott received the entire series of scripts, a “highly unusual thing,” from the get-go. “I knew it was going to be very arduous — there was just such a huge amount of acting. I learned Italian for three or four months. Other than that, I suppose a lot of my work were things I had to work out on my own. And that was fine because I was dealing with a character who has a lot of secrets.”

Dakota Fanning, Johnny Flynn and Eliot Sumner rounded out the central cast as Marge Sherwood, Dickie Greenleaf and Freddie Miles. “When Steve laid out his vision for a cold, dark, noir aesthetic and tone, I was absolutely sold,” says Flynn (who played David Bowie in Stardust). “Dickie is a casualty in the story — everything is seen via Tom’s perspective — and I really liked that. It feels like he’s not completely real in a stylistic sense. He is what Tom sees of him.”

Fanning says she felt no pressure to mimic the performance of Gwyneth Paltrow, who played Marge in the 1999 film The Talented Mr. Ripley. “There was relief that we were not trying to remake any iteration of the story,” she says, “and that we got to create our own versions of the characters.”

Zaillian wrote the first draft in a “quick” 18 months (it takes him a year to write a feature film, he says), and in November 2019, he and production designer David Gropman started location scouting. Their work continued until the COVID pandemic shut down production in March 2020, pushing the production design work to January 2021 and filming to July. “When we went back to Italy, most of Europe was still in lockdown,” says Gropman. “We scouted the Piazza San Marco and the Guggenheim Museum in Venice with not a soul in it. Strangely enough, it felt like the mood of the film and the world Steve wanted to show: very lonely and empty.”

Location scouting all over Italy, Zaillian and Gropman covered enormous ground, ultimately choosing to shoot in New York City and Italian locations: Atrani, Rome, Venice, Naples, Sicily and Capri. Three researchers in Italy, one in England and one in the United States helped the production designer nail down the aesthetics of the 1960s. “Obviously, there was color photography, but we’re not just looking at 1960 — we’re looking at those worlds 10 years earlier, because of course everything isn’t circa 1960: It was created, used and worn before that, certainly in styles and architecture,” explains Gropman.

Train stations figure prominently in the series as Ripley outruns his crimes by traveling through Italy, and Palazzo dei Congressi — built for the 1942 Universal Exposition — stands in for the exterior of the Rome train station. For the interior, 300 feet of platform was built at a train yard in Rome, and rotating columns differentiated the look of the Rome, Venice and San Remo stations. Five period cars were brought in from Milan. For Naples, Gropman used archival plans and photographs from the 1800s to re-create its station at a now-shuttered hospital in Rome.

The baroque sets gird the atmosphere of dread and beauty. Tom’s Rome apartment and its building’s stairway and elevator (the sites of some athletic body dragging), the interior of Marge’s Atrani apartment, and a Palermo pensione were all built on a Rome stage. Tom’s Venice palazzo was filmed at the Palazzo Polignac, while the American Express building was shot at the Palazzo delle Poste in Naples. Most stylish of all is Dickie’s Atrani mansion, which is the actual Villa Torricella in Capri. Fans can Airbnb it (sadly, there are no openings for months, though the fee is, unexpectedly, less than $300 a night).

Costume designers Gianni Casalnuovo and Maurizio Millenotti scoured photography books, vintage family albums found in street markets, and major archives across Italy. In the process, says Casalnuovo, they discovered “a treasure trove of unpublished photographs capturing everyday life, providing invaluable insight into the social fabric and atmosphere of each location.”

For Tom’s New York style, they researched fashion magazines and street photography to ensure a clear distinction between the American and Italian aesthetic. His initial wardrobe is modest, with off-the-rack clothing in simple cuts that “establish him as an outsider,” says Casalnuovo. By the end of the show, Tom is “clad in impeccably tailored suits, in luxurious textures that hint at a higher social status, and sports flashier accessories” — including plot-critical Ferragamo shoes — “all carefully chosen to project an image of success and belonging.”

Dickie Greenleaf’s ring, which establishes his privilege and propels the narrative as Tom takes on his persona, was created by a jeweler from detailed sketches inspired by 1950s magazines. Out of a series of prototypes, Zaillian selected the final (damning) ring.

Ripley was initially set up at Showtime, but moved to Netflix in February 2023 after the network decided not to proceed with the series. Initially, both Netflix and Showtime had been interested in making the show. Showtime required a color version of the series, which they also delivered to Netflix. (Netflix has no plans to release a color version.) As such, the series was not shot with a black-and-white camera, but with a standard Alexa LF that recorded color information; the filmmakers had the lab remove the color from the image files and create only black-and-white images for the dailies. “The lab essentially turned the color dial to zero,” says Elswit. With black and white, the DP continues, “Steve wanted to emphasize the play of light and shadow, not just in the world but also on people’s faces — the emotional reason why things wanted to [be felt] in monochrome.” Elswit says Caravaggio, the artist whose work is prominently featured throughout the series and is known as a master of light, was an inspiration.

Meanwhile, knowing their work would be seen in black and white presented a challenge for the costume designers. “We had to forgo the initially chosen vibrant vintage garment and fabrics. Instead, we focused on using shades of black, white and gray to create a distinct atmosphere for characters and scenes,” says Casalnuovo.

Scott, who notes that Zaillian doesn’t do rehearsals, says the first scene that was shot took place in Tom’s New York boarding house, in which he is defrauding somebody over the phone in episode one. Shortly after that, they filmed the Dickie Greenleaf and Freddie Miles murder scenes. “My biggest job was to keep my playfulness alive and to not get too overwhelmed by the enormity of the task,” says Scott.

Elswit says the most technically difficult sequence to shoot was Dickie’s murder on the boat. Because Zaillian wanted the scene to look overcast rather than lit by direct sunlight, the team shot the killing scene in a large swimming pool south of Rome, where they blocked the sky with charcoal silk, using a greenscreen to replace the sky and water, which were filled in by Weta FX in post. Editors Joshua Raymond Lee and David O. Rogers say they had about 2,500 VFX shots in the series, “significantly more than had been initially anticipated.” The boat itself remained stationary — three cameras and three cranes created the movement through and around it.

Despite the motorboat being still, “I was scrambling, trying to not drown myself,” says Scott. “This is, literally, trying to sink that boat with a little exhausted Irishman. And you’re not just doing it once. Steve likes to get a lot of coverage.” Flynn adds, “Some of the stuff of Dickie underwater is really me. They had me on a winch, pulling me down for a take. That was quite scary!”

As Tom disposes of Dickie’s body, there is no dialogue and no score, only Tom’s labored breathing, the whir of the motor, the wind humming and the water slapping against the hull of the boat, courtesy of sound supervisor Larry Zipf.

That murder scene, and an ensuing one — in which Tom deploys the ashtray as a murder weapon, drags Freddie’s body down his building’s stairs, into an elevator and through the streets of Rome, all the while treating the corpse as a drunken comrade — “were the most interesting and rewarding to cut,” says Lee. “Both of those scenes are essentially 30-minute silent films that land by surprise in the middle of the normal flow of the narrative.”

For Sumner, playing Freddie, who is dead for more than half of the episode, the choreography of being dragged around necessitated a week of rehearsals. “It was about four months of being known as ‘The Body’ on set,” says Sumner, laughing. “As bizarre as it sounds, because I was just lying there, it was physically quite taxing, the dragging around and not breathing for minutes on end. I’m sure they could have fixed that in post, but I wanted to do it properly.”

When sound is present, it becomes its own character in the show, through Tom’s footsteps echoing in a church, the clacking of his typewriter and the mechanical movement of the elevator. “Steve clearly planned the show with sound in mind, and really left room for the environments and ambiences to breathe and support a tone,” Zipf says. “Steve was always looking for opportunities for sound to give the impression of life outside the frame, whether it’s diegetic or in Tom’s mind.”

When Jeff Russo’s score — consisting of chamber strings, winds, English horn, harp, piano, mandolin and accordion — did come into play, it added to the tension and mystery of Ripley. “I envisioned music like what you would hear in a 1960s movie, something Ennio Morricone or Nino Rota would have done on noir thrillers,” he says. “We talked about threading Sicilian-style music and modern thriller-type music into the classic way of telling this story.”

Russo adds: “This is the first time I’ve ever done anything on this scale in black and white, and it makes the whole thing evocative in a way that color cannot.”'

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aspenmissing · 1 year ago

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Y/N, Dean, and Sam are dressed as sheriffs, and they are talking to a boy and his mother.

"I know you're just doing your job, but the police have been here all week already. I don't see why we have to go through this again. The more he tells the story, the more he believes it's true."

"Mrs. McKay, we know you spoke with the local authorities," Sam says.

"But, uh, this seems like a matter for the state police, so..." Dean adds.

"Don't worry about how crazy it sounds, Evan. You just tell us what you saw," Y/N says, smiling.

"I was up late, watching TV. When I heard the weird noise,

"What did it sound like?" Y/N asks.

"It sounded like... a monster," Dean, Sam, and Y/N exchange a look.

"Tell the officers what you were watching on TV."

"Godzilla vs. . Mothra," Dean and Y/N smile.

"That's our favourite Godzilla movie. It's so much better than the original, huh?" Dean says, gesturing between himself and Y/N.

"Totally," Evan says.

"Yeah," Y/N nods towards Sam. "He likes the remake."

"Yuck!" Sam glares at Y/N, and Dean just laughs. Sam clears his throat. She stops.

"Evan, did you see what this thing was?" Sam asks.

"No. But I saw it grab Mr. Jenkins. It pulled him underneath the car," Evan replies.

"Then what?"

"It took him away. I heard the monster leaving. It made this really scary sound."

"What did it sound like, Evan?" Y/N asks.

"Like this... whining growl." The three siblings exchange another look.

"Thank you for your time."

Later that night in a bar, Sam is having a beer at a table, looking at research. Dean and Y/N are nearby, taking turns throwing darts.

"So, local police have now ruled out foul play. Apparently, there are worse signs of a struggle."

"Well, they could be right; it could just be a kidnapping. Maybe this isn't our kind of gig," Dean says as Y/N scores a bullseye and smirks at Dean.

"Yeah, maybe not. Except for one—Dad marked the area, guys." The two come to the table and look at their father's journal. "Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker."

"Why would he even do that?" Y/N asks.

"Well, he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night. Grabs people, then vanishes. He found this too—this county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the state."

"That is weird," Dean says.

"Yeah."

"Don't phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was taken from a parking lot."

"Well, there are all kinds. You know, Spring Heeled Jacks, phantom gassers. They take people anywhere, anytime. Look, guys, I don't know if this is our kind of gig either."

"Yeah, you’re right; we should ask around more tomorrow."

"Right," Sam says, taking out his wallet. "I saw a motel about five miles back."

"Whoa, whoa, easy. Let's have another round," Y/N says.

"We should get an early start."

"Yeah, you really know how to have fun, don't you, Grandma?" Sam smiles. "Alright, I'll meet you two outside; I've gotta take a leak." Dean grabs his coat and heads to the bathroom. Sam gathers his research and leaves, while Y/N stays.

"You coming?"

"I'll be out soon, need to make sure Dean doesn't try and sneak an extra beer or two. Plus, I need to pay." Once outside, Sam walks back to the car. He hears a noise and stops. He places the journal on the hood of the car and takes out a flashlight from his coat pocket. He turns it on and looks around, then bends down to look under the car. He sees a cat, which hisses at him and then runs away.

"Whoa!" He sees the animal and laughs at himself. He gets up, shaking his head, then waits by the car for his siblings.

Minutes later. Dean and Y/N come out of the bar and walk to the car. They see that Sam is missing, but notice the journal on the hood. Dean opens the car door and checks to see if Sam is inside, but he isn't. Y/N looks around, confused. Seconds later, a group of people come out of the bar. The two walk up to a biker and his girlfriend, who are clearly drunk.

"Hey, have you guys been outside, around here in the last hour or so?" Y/N asks. They shake their heads and walk away. "Sam!" They look around frantically.

"Sammy," Dean says, turning around and noticing a surveillance camera on top of a streetlight. The two walk into the middle of the deserted road.

"Sam," they say in unison.

A deputy is looking at Dean and Y/N's fake IDs.

"So, what can we do for you, officers?" The deputy asks.

"We're working on a missing person case," Dean replies.

"I don't know if the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police."

"Oh, no. No, there's someone else. Actually, it's our cousin. We were having a few last nights at the bar. And we haven't seen him since."

"Does your cousin have a drinking problem?"

"Sam? Two beers, and he's doing karaoke," Y/N smiles.

"No, he wasn't drunk. He was taken," Dean says. The deputy nods and sits down at her computer. Dean and Y/N follow her and sit with her.

"Alright. What's his name?"

"Winchester. Sam Winchester."

"Like the rifle?" The deputy asks.

"Like the rifle," Y/N replies. The deputy types Sam's name into the computer and brings up his police record. She observes the page, then clicks on Dean's link and brings up his record.

"Samuel Winchester. So, you know that his brother, Dean Winchester, died in St. Louis. And, uh, was suspected of murder," Dean tries to look nonchalant, and Y/N bites her tongue to not laugh.

"Yeah, Dean. Kind of the black sheep of the family. Handsome, though," Dean says. The deputy then clicks on Y/N's link and brings up her record.

"Uh-huh. And his sister, Y/N Winchester?"

"Oh yeah, Y/N. We haven't seen her since Dean's death. I mean, I don't blame her. Losing her brother," Y/N says. The deputy nods, understanding. She types something else and brings up more search results on the computer. "Well, he's not showing up in any current field reports."

"Oh, we already have a lead. I saw a surveillance camera by the highway," Dean says.

"Uh-huh. The county traffic cam?"

"Right. Yeah. We're thinking the camera picked up whatever took him. Or, whoever," Y/N says.

"Well, I have access to the traffic cam footage down at the county works department, but—well, anyhow, let's do this right away." She stands up and gets some paperwork from a filing cabinet. "Why don't you two fill out a missing person’s report and sit tight over here?" She hands Dean a clipboard.

"Officer, look, uh, he's family. We kind of—we kind of look out for the kid. You gotta let us go with you," he says.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that."

"Well, tell us something. Your county has its fair share of missing people. Any of 'em come back?" Y/N says, and the deputy looks sad. "Sam's our responsibility. And he's coming' back. We're bringin' him back," the deputy says, looking at Y/N.

Groaning, Sam is asleep in a cage. He jerks awake and observes his surroundings. He rattles the bars of the cage. He looks around and notices a man asleep in a cage next to his.

Dean and Y/N are sitting on a bench outside. Kathleen then comes up behind them, holding printouts of the camera footage.

"Greg. Sarah," the twins see her and stand up. "I think we've got something," she says, handing Y/N the printouts, and she looks through them, Dean staring at them. "These traffic cameras take an image every three seconds as part of the Amber Alert program. These images were all taken around the time that your cousin, Sam, disappeared."

"This really isn't what we're looking for," Dean says.

"Just wait, wait—next one," Y/N turns the page and sees an image of a rusty truck driving. "This one was taken right after Sam left the bar. Look at the back end of the thing. Now, look at the plates." Y/N turns another page and sees a close-up image of the truck's license plates.

"Oh, the plate looks new. It's probably stolen," Y/N says.

"So, whoever's driving that rust bucket must be involved." A beat-up van drives by, its engine whining loudly.

"Hear that engine?" Dean asks.

"Yeah."

"Kind of a whining growl, isn't it?"

"Sure," Dean says, staring at the van as it drives away.

"I'll be damned," Y/N mutters.

Sam is trying to kick down the door of his cage, but he fails. The man across from him groans and wakes up. Sam rushes over to talk to him through the bars of their cages.

"You're alive," the man groans. "Hey, you, okay?" Sam asks.

"Does it look like I'm doing okay?"

"Where are we?"

"I don't know. The county, I think. Smells like the county."

"You're Alvin Jenkins, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Sam sighs.

"I was lookin' for ya."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well, no offence, but this is a piss-poor rescue," Jenkins says.

"Well, my brother and sister are out there right now. They're lookin' for us. So—"

"So, they're gonna find us. We're in the middle of nowhere." Jenkins nods towards the door leading into the building. "Waiting for them to come back and do God-knows-what to us."

"What are they? Have you seen them?" Sam asks.

"What are you talking about?"

"Whatever's got us, what'd they look like?"

"See for yourself." The door to the building opens, and two men wearing black coats and hats walk in. One man walks over to Jenkins' cage and kicks the side of it. Jenkins moves back into the corner. The other man goes to a panel of buttons attached to a pole in the middle of the room. He inserts a key into the panel and twists it. Jenkins' cage unlocks. The men enter. "Leave me alone! Don't you take me; leave me alone!" The men place a plate of food in front of Jenkins. They leave the cage and walk over to the panel. One of the men twists the key again and removes it, which locks the cage. They leave, and Jenkins devours his food.

"I'll be damned. They're just people," Sam mutters.

"Yeah. What'd you expect?"

"How often do they feed you?"

"Once a day. And they use that thing over there to open the cage," he points to the panel.

"And that's the only time you see 'em?" Sam asks.

"So far. But I'm waitin'."

"Waitin' for what?"

"Ned Beatty time, man."

"I think that's the least of your worries right now."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"What do you think they want, then?" Jenkins asks. Sam reaches through the top of his cage and grabs a long metal wire stretching from the top of the pole to the ground. He tries to pull it down.

"It depends on who they are."

"They're a bunch of psycho hillbilly rednecks, if you ask me. Lookin' for love in all the wrong places," Sam continues to pull on the wire. It gradually starts to detach from the pole.

"Ok, the next traffic cam is fifty miles from here, and the pickup didn't pass that one, so..." Kathleen is cut off by Dean.

"So, it must've pulled off somewhere. I didn't see any other roads here," Y/N responds.

"Well, a lot of these backwoods properties have their own private roads."

"Great," Y/N mutters, staring out the window. Dean also looks out the window, annoyed.

"So, Gregory, Sarah?" Y/N turns to look at her companions.

"Yeah?" Dean asks.

"I ran your badge numbers; it's routine when we're working a case with state police. For accounting purposes, what have you?"

"Mmhmm."

"And, uh, they just got back to me," she says, pulling the car over to the side of the road. "It says here your badges were stolen," the two look surprised, "and there's a picture of you." She turns the computer to Dean and Y/N, showing them a picture of a heavy African-American man.

"He lost some weight," Y/N chuckles, "and he's got that Michael Jackson skin disease." Kathleen takes off her seatbelt.

"Okay, would you two step out of the car, please?"

"Look, look, look," she stops, "If you wanna arrest us, that's fine. We'll cooperate, I swear. But, first, please—let us find Sam."

"I don't even know who you are. Or if this Sam person is missing."

"Look into my eyes and tell me if I'm lying about this."

"Identity theft? You're impersonating an officer."

"Look, here's the thing. When we were young, we pretty much pulled him from a fire. And ever since then, we've felt responsible for him. Like, it's our job to keep him safe. We're just afraid if we don't find him fast—please." Y/N's voice breaks, "He's our family."

"I'm sorry. You've given me no choice. I have to take you two in," she glances at her visor. Her eye catches a photo of her and another man, smiling. She looks sad and sighs. "After we find Sam Winchester," she fastens her seatbelt. Dean looks confused, and Y/N looks thankful.

#Supernatural #older sister winchester #Supernatural fanfiction #Supernatural fandom #reader insert

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rakumel · 15 days ago

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First of all, I would love some asks, any asks, even the freaky ones. How dare you. Just send them over here and I'll roast, befriend, or ignore as necessary.

Second of all, uh-oh. You asked for it. I don't just have one favorite game, y'see. Having said that, I actually haven't played a wide range of them, for cost reasons, time reasons, and brain reasons - I tend to latch onto a game and play the shit out of it before moving on.

I guess you could say any game that I like enough to actually buy or download is my favorite game. I don't really waste time with games I don't click with. Occasionally it's pretty obvious why I like a game (I bought Xenoverse 1 and 2 because watching DBZ Abridged relit a nostalgia pilot light in me that hadn't been touched in literal decades and boy howdy, did it ever fuckin' BURN after that). But most of the time, why I like a game is just as much a mystery to me as it is to you. Although I have noticed that a lot of my favorites have female leads, or give you the option to make one.

I already did a series of posts on the Pocky and Rocky SNES games, but in short I like them because they were unique (at the time and place where I lived, anyway) - charming graphics, lovely music, and yes - a protagonist who was a girl. A shrine maiden, to be exact. No love interest, just fun adventures with a bunch of monsters. And that meant a lot to a young girl who didn't have a whole lot of video game lady heroines to choose from.

Never in a million years dreamed they'd remake the first one, but they did, and it made me so happy!

Threads of Fate/Dewprism on the PS1 is another favorite. Outstanding soundtrack; I can still listen to Rasdan on a loop without getting sick of it. The game itself has the same low-polygon look as most PS1 games do, but please look up the artwork because it's awesome - or at least, I love the style.

I love the main characters: Rue (dude on the left) is a bit of a sap but not too much, and while I do like his story arc, it does get kind of overshadowed by Mint's. Mint is just badass. She's an absolute brat who - with a straight face - says she's going to take over the world, and at no point does she apologize or feel silly about it, and it's GREAT. Plus she can shoot magic and kick the shit out of people, so she can actually kind of back up her tough talk.

The supporting characters are fun, too. There just isn't enough love in the world for Belle and Duke ("Milady's only 30...if you round down!"), or Rod and his Pinto.

Shadow of the Colossus. I was so, so, so, SO thrilled when I first heard it was getting a remake because it abso-fucking-lutely deserved one. There was nothing like it then, I think there's still nothing like it even now. In a time when almost every game wants to add on, add on, here's more characters to unlock, here's more DLC to pay for, and so on - Shadow of the Colossus is an excellent example of just how much a bare-bones game can still do. There's not much told in the way of story, but in this case they don't really need to. There's a lot of showing and atmosphere over explaining; I like that the game assumes we're smart enough and/or creative enough to fill in the details ourselves.

Much of the game is silent and calm aside from ambient sounds and occasionally calling your horse. But when you enter a battle, then the music and the action ramp up, and suddenly you're trying to find the glowing weak spot on a massive behemoth before it smashes you to death. (And don't think Wander will get up super fast if he narrowly avoids getting smashed to death, either. He'll clumsily stand up, which is a nice realistic touch but kind of rage-inducing if you're trying to keep him from getting hit again.)

The contrast works: the calm makes you appreciate the battles, and the battles can often be so nerve-wracking you appreciate a break.

The world isn't super huge, but it's enough for me. All ruined and abandoned and desolate and slightly melancholy, yet calm and beautiful (especially with the remake).

Skyrim. Ah yes, let's be vanilla as hell, shall we Raku? Let's like that one game that everyone else and their brother and their cousin and their dog likes. This one probably does deserve its own post, though, because there's a lot to unpack. Are there problems surrounding it and Bethesda? Oh hell yes. Was it also a game that provided comfort and humor during a time when I desperately needed it? As well as fertile ground for characters I made and still love? Also yes. Sorrrr-y.

I'll be honest; I have no idea why Dark Cloud 2 is one of my favorites. I don't even remember how I heard of it or why I bought it. There's legit criticism to be had - a few of the voiced lines were clearly mismatched, the weapon upgrading system is fun at first but turns into an utter slog by the endgame, and in general the game tried to do way too much and got in over its head.

But Max and Monica here have good chemistry, the music's pretty good, you get to build your own towns and move people in them, the art style has its charm, and for a time travel plot it's not terrible. Overall the game mostly works, is pretty fun, and the story has its moments.

Okami!! The style, the music, the everything. Just...everything.

Heard there's a sequel in the works, but nothing else about it. But something I want to keep an eye on.

Ys 8. Dana, my beloved. Actually everything here is solid - some time in the future I should scrap the review I did and do another now that tumblr allows better quality pictures. (Plus my tone was...kind of weird in it, honestly. All over the place.)

I love her and the supporting characters - Sahad is best fisherman Dad ever, Ricotta's adorable without being annoying. I thought at first I'd hate Laxia, but she redeems herself pretty quickly, and Hummel's...well, okay, he's basically fine. Even the minor characters are interesting and endearing to me. Lady blacksmith! Gladiator grandma! And of course, as always, best buddy Dogi.

The twists and turns in the story, the graphics are gorgeous, the controls are smooth and feel great, Ys games almost always have excellent music and this one's no exception. Honestly I can't think of anything I dislike about it off the top of my-

Oh right, the fucking wasps in that one dungeon. Those sucked. But everything else? Amazing. 9.99/10.

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Picking a favorite Pokemon game is like asking me to pick a favorite child. Nope, I refuse.

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I'm going to force myself to stop here. Otherwise I'm pretty sure I'd hit the word limit halfway through talking about Death Road to Canada. (I'm assuming there IS a word limit.)

(Death Road to Canada is also very fun, by the way. As long as you're okay with dying a lot in the process.)

no more freaky asks..........tell me about your favorite video game in detail.............

#long post #raku plays her faves #raku won't shut the hell up about her faves #be careful what you wish for =p

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