#kill me why do i love indian clothing so much

[saltyluminaryvoid]

“Cold was the steel of my axe to grind.”

A story of a daughter’s newfound quest for her family. 

In which the daughter of Elijah Mikaelson and Princess Samira Parvati Agrawal is betrayed by her own and imprisoned for several centuries. When the hollow sacrifices Elijah it triggers unforeseen consequences onto humanity and the supernatural world. The escape of the dhampyre releases nearly a thousand years of blood thirst and unbridled rage onto vampire kind and anyone who stands in her way for revenge. 

CHAPTER ONE

In the cool air of the August night, a woman moved gracefully through Agrawal Palace, tiny bells upon her ankles announcing her every step as she carefully balanced two trays one ladled with cold lemonade and the other with fresh bread and cheese. 

Parvati! a voice calls in the distance, ‘you could have called for me and I would have come to assist you.’ Sister, Parvati calls softly nothing will fall and be ruined, the golden-skinned beauty teases as she removes her hold upon the trays only to leave them hovering mid-air, ‘that’s the beauty of magic’ she softly demonstrates. Her baby sister a fiery red-headed Indian woman tsked her, ‘Well at least it would have given me something to do, while our sister occupies herself with her warrior training.’ Orrrr, Parvati begins to tease you can practise your English and allow your elder sisters some much-needed peace. Aarushi only pouts as she descends the stairway, the length of her silken saree flowing with the gentle breeze, Parvati follows into the large courtyard trays trailing mid-air alongside as she joins Aarushi under the large Willow happy with the reprieve the nights brought from the hot Indian summers. Her younger sister Lokirina  dutifully practices her sword fighting, clothed in nothing but dragon hide armour, no doubt kept cool  from the many magical runes inscribed onto her armour. 

Parvati sips her lemonade, half-mindedly listening to her sister prattle on about how pretty the Patel twins are. She recalls the many nights Lokrinia and father stalked and hunted the dragon which terrorised neighbouring lands. In her foolish bravery she remembers almost being killed for her hubris, her father’s broken cries as he cradled her sister’s burnt body. She’ll never forget the way fear and panic racked her body when the healers announced Lokirina now fully healed from her burns many never awaken as her mind had retreated too far for magic to heal. 

Parvati had never felt so useless, as the eldest child of the greatest coven to exist in the Vijayanagar Empire Parvati was the problem solver. The one her siblings turned to when they were far out of their depths, the one her father groomed to take up the mantle of Thakurani, the ruler who fell under the great Maharaj of the Empire. In her passing hopelessness, Parvati had assembled the greatest witches and warlocks of the empire and together they slayed the dragon and affirmed her position as the most beloved Kumari in history. Her sister’s dragon hide armour was carefully cut and within its skins, all manner of protective and tracking runes were sown.

She recalls her once loving father who made it his priority to be involved in the education and rearing of his girls despite still mourning his beloved wife and heading his kingdom. She knew he once truly loved her in the way he’d  patiently explain complicated theoretical magic, in the way he lovingly feed her bites of food when she was too caught up with her newest magical project or the way he hid the pain his face whenever she looked far too much like her mother or even the way he never resented her as she was the admissible evidence her mother’s heart would always lie with Elijah. 

Bitterly she thought, he didn’t love me anymore why else would he have plotted with the spirit Esther to seal her away? 

Why else would he turn the coven against her once he discovered the truth of what her father really was?

Why else would he punish her sisters alongside her when they refuse to turn against her?

Why else would he have thought of such a brutal prison to seal her away so she could never fully transition?

Because of him they were forever trapped within a prison world, doomed to repeat this one day until the end of time, she was doomed to live in an unending loop of fiery torment clawing at her throat. A torment which could only be sated by the dhampyre natural prey, a vampire.

[houkagokappa]

I went to Desucon Frostbite this weekend :3

The head organizer commented that it was their 10th year attending Desucon events, and that's actually true for me too, Desucon Frostbite 2014 was one of the first cons I ever attended (never forget and please let me forget).

I always attend the opening and closing ceremonies. This year they did a small performance spoofing Death Note and sentai stuff, which was well made as usual and I'm always impressed by, considering the performers are volunteers and not professionals.

This year's guest of honor was composer and musician Yasuharu Takanashi. He held a concert on Friday night together with Finnish metal musicians I feel some amount of national shame not knowing, because they seemed like fairly big names. I'm not big on metal music, but it's always nice listening to live music, and it was fun to get something to do on Friday night, since most con activities don't start until Saturday. I also attended Takanashi's panel on Saturday, and although I wasn't familiar with the music he composed to Naruto or Fairy Tale, he was an entertaining guest (comes with the profession, some writers/directors they've had in the past have been a little awkward). Me and my friend spent the entire time hungering for a Show By Rock!! mention, as he had apparently worked on that as well, but alas it wasn't brought up and we didn't dare ask him about it during audience questions.

As for other programs, I attended a lecture on character and clothing design in Suisei no Majo, which was really nice and informative. I haven't read any staff interviews on it, so I didn't know anything about the designing process or the people behind it and it was fun to learn about it. I also went to a lecture on analysing yuri, which was disappointing, since it contained little to no actual analyzing on what makes yuri "yuri". They made a lot of jokes about the famous Iori Miyazawa "Yuri Made Me Human" interview and I would've loved to hear their takes on the whole "yuri of absence" concept, how much truth or weight we should put on it, why the yuri classification matters, or if it even matters, considering the freedom and joy of your own interpretations vs. the importance of representation and author intent, or how expectations and readings differs in the West compared to Japan, etc.. Their lecture was on the shorter side and went over some common misconceptions over terminology and reader demographics, which I guess was nice, although I feel like (or at least hope) most people in the room would already be aware of those. Overall I think the lecture description might've been at fault here, because it gave me the impression there would be more actual discussion and analysis on these topics/I misinterpreted what the lecture would be about. At least people seemed to enjoy the jokes.

Then, me and my friend always attend the AMV contest, and this year I left the contest happy, because for once all of my favourite AMV's got honorable mentions or won some of the prizes! The audience favourite award usually goes to some humor video I don't care for, but this year it went to a PMMM video I actually really, really liked!! My other favourites were the PMMM/SKU mashup which worked surprisingly well, and another SKU one. Same series, but very different AMV's lol.

Another tradition I have is to drink the official Desu Drinks, although I should stop because they're small, expensive and not that interesting anymore (Kill la Kill takaisin!!!!). This year I drank "Beck", which contained Finlandia, ginger ale and a slice of lime. It was good, but not "10,50€ good". For Saturday's dinner we went to one of the Indian restaurants that was still operating in Lahti (restaurants DO NOT stay open there). The food was pretty basic, but good, as expected from a place like this.

I brought my Monogatari itabag with me, because I wanted to celebrate the recent Off Season and Monster Season announcements (plus it's fun to use my itabags, and it's quite practical to have a big bag with me even if it weighs a ton lmao). As for merch, I bought Farwell to my Alter by Nio Nakatani at the con flea market for very cheap, and then I FINALLY got my hands on the first volume of March Comes in Like a Lion. I've been wanting to get it from my local shop, but they've never had it when I've been there to look for it. I'm suuuuuper happy to have it in my hands!!!! Then I bought one roll of washi tape from the artist alley with adorable long-tailed tits and plum blossoms. I suppose it's good I didn't spend that much money this con, although there was more manga that tempted me (why must River's Edge be 20€ ugh, maybe next time).

I was also happy to briefly see and chat with some of my kimono friends, and then I finally met up with @akroglam who I've been mutuals with for ...7 years? That was a lot of fun, although I felt like a stalker for all the "I saw that on your twitter/tumblr" comments I made :P

And here you have it, my diary entry for the Desucon Frostbite weekend. Thanks for taking the time to read it :)

[xmaudx]

BAKUGOU X READER HEADCANNON FOR MY LOVELY WRITERS

im too delusional for using a tollywood movie to give me a bakugou x reader headcannon but hear me out. Okay so in a past fantasy au life where deku bakugou and the rest of them either own a realm within asian or work for their king/queen. bakugou is prince of the dragon rhealm (obvs) with kiri being his personal dragon. And then there’s you gonna make the reader indian cus why not do it for my south asians but your the princess of a much smaller realm. I’d like to think how the two of u meet is cus suki is travelling around asia as a punishment by his mum for idk fucking something up ( maybe beating up someone from the todoroki family lol ) and so when he’s visiting india he’s near ur realm. And whilst we’re outside your kingdom there’s a few bandits being menaces to a nearby village tryna rob families of their gold and hurt the women. And suki thinks of interrupting but kiri stops him for a moment saying this could cause a fallout with the realms cus apparently this intefers w other peoples business ( crazy ik ) so whilst suki is like arguing w kiri he hadn’t noticed your carriage door open. Only when a shawl sort of waves up and down attracting many of the bandits does he start to focus on you. He sees how the rich silk dresses your skin,the gold jewellery shining under the sun. But damn that shawl he cant see your face. Until a sword pierces through the shawl stabbing three of the bandits. From the cut on ur shawl he sees ur eyes first ( if you guys havent clocked this is devasenas entrance from baahubali i usggest yall watch it ) and from then on he sees your whole face as you fight against the bandits successfully winning.Long story short yall fall in love u find out hes this big prince. sick. except suki gets a message back from his mum telling him to bring you back for dabi so that you can be his wife before he is to return shortly. Ofc u get pissed suki knows his mum however does not have a choice if she is to maintain the peace amongst all realms of else it can cause a huge war. he says he will only bring u as a guest back to his home to which u agree. again long story short baahubali 2 story i suggest yall watch it. but yeh no so basically u go to sukis as a guest not as a potential wife, yell at dabi for his misogynistic view of love, find yourself being the catalyst for a major war w basicaally all the league of villains againt mha main cast. Someway along the line ur kidnapped by dabi raped horribly, tortured blah blah blah. when everyone meets at the battle, youre thrown to the floor for all to see your state. bakugou swears to kill dabi which u both do together, ur given basic soldier clothing after suki coaxed u to take rest instead u reply with “ i fight” but as your both walkign to each other near the end of the battle shiggy crushes bakugous heart. suki falls on top of u, u cry like how wanda did over her brother falling to ur knees before being shot by arrows and dying too. PAST LIFE DONE. so now in the current mha world u and suki r both well known heroes but ur like also top 2 in india but ur now moving to japan for a long term mission at a hero conference ur hand brushes against suki which reminds him a bit about his past life tho he cant see ur face from his memory. when he turns to see who brushed his hand he finds himself in a crowd with so many possibilities. u guys can take it from there

[limetimo]

RAB fics I read (22-28Nov)

Lethe by MADR1D1SMO Voldemort won. Or did he? The Blacks have people on the other side they would do anything to protect. James finds himself captive in Grimmauld Place under the care of the man who killed Dumbledore himself, "The Handler", Regulus Black himself. Thankfully he has his best mate by his side, the knowledge that Harry is still alive, and oh yeah there's also the man-eating Indian demon he and Sirius summoned semi-accidentally

The Five W's by primeideal for VagabondDawn Ravenclaw Regulus! That's it, that's the fic. Very thoughtful.

Secrets of the Darkest Art by primeideal for FeatheryMinx This. Was. So. Good. Regulus, fresh out of Hogwarts, comes to apply for the position of the DADA professor. Why? Detectives Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall are on the case.

Ogni Parte È Viva (Every Part Is Alive) by euphorial_docx bisexual Regulus be still my heart, also Italy, also James Potter

Till Tomorrow and Till Death by thistlecat huhuehehe. Voldemort knows Regulus betrays him and thanks to Bellatrix's quick thinking, Regulus is tossed to the wolves instead of getting killed outright. Why is the prospect of being a werewolf plaything better than a swift merciful death you ask? Because Remus Lupin is there to save the day.

Impact by thistlecat James and Regulus used to do the hanky-panky and now Regulus is dead and James is trying to not think about him. Really well written okay

Duty by thistlecat AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. GIVE MY BOY A HUG. THIS IS SO SAD. I AM SAD. Regulus learns from an early age his duty is to serve the other family members and to keep them safe and happy.

career goals: tyrant by justwhatialwayswanted ♥♥♥ Regulus thinks Voldemort is full of shit starts undermining his authority at Hogwarts. This is war and Regulus is going to win (over both Voldy and Dumbles). also slowburn RegxEvan ♥

Scatter the Shadows by heartofspells The Marauders are a band that's trying to band in both the Magical and Muggle worlds, so far its been Sirius-centric but I'm only at the beginning :D

The Little Green Incident by PortraitofEmpathy this one is for the aros! ♥♥♥ and the besties! ♥♥♥ and the siblings! ♥♥♥

Death's Bright Green Face by Once_Upon_A_Potter Regulus is a seer and he tells Voldemort exactly how it's going to go down.

Mortal Once More by SheOfTheBookAndSong  Regulus survives teh cave and takes Snape's place in the narrative more or less

to the dark lord by justwhatialwayswanted ♥ Regulus plans to come out of the war victorious, leading a faction that accepts both Muggleborns and Dark Arts. Also Evan ♥

let me by 1940SBARNES regulus gets out of the cave and goes to James'. love confession ensues

Divergence by abovetheserpentine Hermione accidentally dimension travels on top of time-travel and uses her knowledge to try and save everyone. Regulus did like 50% of horcrux hunting and personally i think Hermione should give him more credit

The Serpent's Tongue by Equinesandcanines Sirius gets Sorted to Slytherin, it doesnT change all that much... i mean, so far

Clear Black Glass by bluerosebouquet big sad past JEgulus cave diving

Sky Full of Stars by TowardTheStars time to bring all the Hollywood's peadophiles to the court! Movie star Sirius (with slownbunr Sirius/Severus), good brother Regulus

Let’s make the most of this by jelfulry wrong number, estabilished jegulus, wip (wolfstar in progress)

A Snake in Wolf's Clothing by PortraitofEmpathy AAAAAAAAAAAAAA SO GOOD SNAPE SENDS REGULUS UNDER THE WILLOW I REPEAT WEREWOLF REGULUS

my almost lover by alarainai for lustemotions "I like you," Regulus says, climbing in James' bed. "Ah!" James thinks to himself, "he finally admits we are friends! yay." Six months later James finds out they were dating. He is literally the last one to find out he's dating his best friend's little brother.

The Long Game by lackadaisical_lizard jock James and artist Regulus work on the theatre club's production. pining ensues

The Altar of the Phoenix by lemongrovesandcloves Hermione is reborn by Sirius' older twin sister, Walburga absolutely hates her, it's not a happy story but maybe it will be later on?

fragile hearts by alarainai the Blacks just can't resist the one JAmes Potter it seems. Sirius is long over his crush on his best friend, but that doesn't mean Regulus has to meet the same sad fate! matchmaking ensues

All of You, All of Me (intertwined) by ajom28 askuhfla d im feral james and regulus hate each other but both of their celebrity careers really need the boost a fake relationship would give them. fake dating but the stakes are super high

The Missing Link by Keysie ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

love is not a predicate by mordax pianist!Regulus ft incomniac!James modern highschool AU slowburn

A Little Bit of Everything by Frenchroast99 Regulus raising Harry

How Harry got through first year by Starkandrogersforlife Harry Potter has a secret friend, his name is Regulus and he's a ghost. I personally didn'T vibe with the writing style but the plot was interesting enough for me to plough through

blue and yellow skies by alarainai papparazzi mistake Sirius for Regulus one time and suddenly he's 'trapped' in a fake relationship with James bloody Potter. modern magical

[subtletruamadumping]

Saints in the Making

______________________________________________________________ There were some saint stories that really fucked me up as a kid and continuously got more and more horrible the older I got and the more I thought about them. Fun fact: my confirmation saint was Joan of Arc since I wasn't allowed to choose Michael (because that's a boy's name).

TW: Religious Ideation and Iconography; Graphic Imagery; Graphic Mention of Rape, Murder, Victim Blaming, and Torture. Slurs.

Date Written: January 29, 2022

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Oh, good, Catholic girl, you want to be a saint, don’t you! Of course you do! What’s the point of being Catholic if you’re not a saint? The saints before us can show us how to be so good, so perfect, that we are welcomed into Heaven by God! Being perfect in God’s eyes is the only way to get into Heaven. Let’s see what we can learn from the saints’ stories!

Let’s talk about Pope Saint Gregory the Great! He is the one that came up with the Gregorian chant! He helped the poor by giving them money and clothes. He was so pious and good he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone sinning. Once, he locked a dying monk alone in a room, then threw the carcass onto their pile of human waste because the monk confessed to stealing a gold coin on his deathbed! How pious! He also did the Lord’s work by sending missionaries to convert all the neighboring countries. Helping to spread the Good Word is a great thing we can take from this story! No matter how much people don’t want to hear it, no matter how sure they are in their own beliefs or religion, you can force them to change their mind! God wants you to change their mind! By physical force if necessary! The Crusades were holy wars, after all.

On that note, let’s talk about St. Francis Xavier! He went to Asia to convert those sinful, nonbelievers. He saw Japan, India, and even Indonesia to make sure they knew how much God hated them. Until they converted, of course, then God loved them! We can also talk about St. Peter Claver, saint of the slaves. He saved hundreds of people in Columbia from themselves and their archaic forms of worship! He also taught them how to be nier, more forgiving, to their slave owners. That way, they might be able to get better treatment and would learn how to properly be obedient to God! St. Isaac Jogues was sent to North America from France to help the savage Natives finally see the goodness of God! He marched right into their home and began teaching Christianity. Can you believe they didn’t want to hear the Word of God? He was killed by them, making him a martyr! Don’t you want to be a martyr for God, too? You get to be a saint faster if you’re a martyr!

That reminds me of the first and only Native American saint; Kateri Tekakwitha. She was so brave for giving up her disgusting Indian lifestyle and allowing the Catholic men to tell her what to do. She wasn’t a martyr, but she suffered in her own way. She had chicken pox scars that made her ugly and you know how it hurts God when you’re ugly. That’s why you need to be sure you’re always looking well put together, girls! Your beauty is a reflection of God’s beauty! She would put thorns in her mattress and fast all day long, torturing herself in the name of God. She would even burn herself regularly! Isn’t she such an inspiration? She really was one of the good ones. She died so young; only 17. Don’t you want to be just like her? It’s easier to get into Heaven if you die young!

Think of Therese of Lisieux! From a very young age, she cloistered herself away in a convent and never let herself be influenced by the outside world. You should also strive to only surround yourself with people who agree with these teachings. There’s even more we can learn from her! She spent every waking second thinking about God, bringing herself to tears if she felt like she wasn’t getting enough prayer time! You should also be thinking about God 24/7. He’s always watching and knows all your sins! But do you know what you can do to rectify them? Therese taught us that, too! Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice! You don’t have anything to sacrifice? Neither did Therese! You can follow in her footsteps by sacrificing food, water, sleep, happiness, sanity! That’s what a saint would do.

St. Bernadette is another great example! She had such painful cancer while she was dying in a nunnery, but she never complained or told anyone! How saintly! Not to mention she would blindly follow anything she was told to do. She was so holy, she would receive visions from the Blessed Mother. She still needed to suffer, though! How is God supposed to know you love him if you don’t suffer for him? Suffer, suffer, suffer! That should be your goal in life. That’s how you become a saint. And don’t be afraid to die young! The younger the better! Just think of little St. Hugh. He was only 9 when he died! What did he do before age 9 to make him a saint? No one actually knows, but a bishop said some nasty Jewish kids killed him, so he must be a saint! Remember, kids, you’re never too young to die for Jesus! If you renounce Jesus and live, he won’t love you anymore. It’s better to just die.

Dying is a great way to make sure you stay pure, too! So many of the saints are in Heaven because they stayed pure their whole lives! St. Lucy plucked out her own eyeballs to keep from tempting a man. Well, it was either that or they gouged them out because she refused to marry a non-Christian. Either way, isn’t that so wonderful? Don’t you want that? That’s how you become a saint. St. Rose of Lima is another wonderful saint. She was born so beautiful that she knew from a very young age she was tempting older men into having sinful thoughts. Just by looking at the beautiful child they were tempted! She knew it was her responsibility to keep them from sinning. She would rub lye and pepper on her face to ruin her skin! It’s better to harm yourself physically than have the chance to harm others spiritually! She would fast so often and for so long, she had to do it in secret because her parents were worried about her. She would give herself painful and severe punishments for her sins; like wearing a crown of thorns, flogging herself, and even refusing to sleep. You should strive to be like her! What were her sins? She was only a child, what could have deserved that kind of punishment? It’s not our place to judge others. I’m sure she knew them in her heart, just like you know yours. Let’s also not forget she did cause men to have lustful thoughts before she scarred her face!

Just like how St. Maria Gorhetti caused the 20-year-old boy, Alessandro Serenellis, to sin. Why, she was practically a young woman when he stabbed her to death at age 11! He tried to seduce her twice, but she was strong enough in her faith to know God wouldn’t love her anymore if she wasn’t a virgin. She was a good little girl and tried to keep herself pure. How holy her screams must have been when he tried to rape her twice! She tried to run away and get to the door, like how she had managed to escape the first time. He didn’t like being told no. He remembered the last time he tried and she managed to get away, so this time he brought a knife. He stabbed her. He stabbed her 14 times. He was caught because people heard her screaming. She was 11. On the way to the hospital, her dying prayer was for his forgiveness.

And that’s what you have to do, kids! Anytime a man harms you, you have to turn the other cheek! Forgive him! That’s the only way you can get into Heaven. The only way you can be a saint. You have to forgive the sins of men, but also fight to keep yourself pure! If you don’t die fighting your rapist off, you don’t get into Heaven. You weren’t trying hard enough to keep yourself pure for God. If you cause a man to want to rape you, you don’t get into Heaven. Your beauty should not outshine the strength of God in men. If you’re so ugly no man wants you, you don’t get into Heaven. Every woman should get married to the first man that proposes to her. If you don’t suffer, you don’t get into Heaven! If you’re too happy here on Earth, you don’t get into Heaven! If you’re not a virgin when you get married, you don’t get into Heaven! If you don’t give your husband sex whenever he demands it, you don’t get into Heaven!

Don’t look so distressed, this story has a happy ending! See, Alessandro might have gone to jail, but he repented for his sins and he was let out! Isn’t that great! Sure, he was already a practicing Catholic when he tried to rape a child and stabbed her to death, but all men are driven by lust! Now, he was a new man, completely devoted to God! He constantly wrote about his ‘little angel’, his ‘little saint’, his ‘little Maria’. He reminded everyone with his letters that it was simply a ‘crime of passion’. He was let into a monistray and became a monk! Isn’t it so wonderful he was able to find God after murdering an innocent child? Or, at least, be reminded of God? See how your death might save another’s eternal life? I heard they might be making him a saint, as well! What man can’t relate to making a mistake, repenting, then getting his life turned back to God? When he’s a saint, we can learn from his story that no mistake of a man’s is too much for God to forgive!

I wonder what he would be the patron saint of. Knives, maybe? Prisoners? Oh, I think there’s already a patron saint of prisoners… What do you think you will be the patron saint of when you die? Will you be a martyr and die for God, or will you be a saint who forgives the horrible things men will do to you, or will you torture yourself day in and day out to make sure God knows how much you love him? Remember not to let your brothers in Christ sin when they see you. Also, your beauty is a way to worship God. Make sure you read up on the saints so you can have more examples of how to suffer, die, and torment the people around you in the name of Christ! Either that or you’re going to burn in Hell for all eternity.

[manasrout360]

RAMBHEEM FANMADE STORY

Warning :- Sex Rape blood

After scott death, his son George ( a fanmade character) want to take the revenge for his father's murderer. But after knowing his lover also with the murderer. He think about revenge

IN THE PAST

Ram was a handsome and beautiful man in all of the officer .

But there is one secret that he is intersex ( having female sexual part) and George know about it . Every officer have propose him more than 50 time including George. He didn't like any british to become his hubby. George is a Anglo indian . But he is different from his brother he like indian if they stand with them. After knowing that his father's murderer was bheem he squeeze the glass cup which cut of his hand start bleeding.

One of his servent come with clothes to clean the blood

He said "No need to clean my it , let it flow with my pain "

"What happened sir" asked the servant shaking with fear.

"FIRST THING HE TAKE MY LOVE and now he take my whole family from me ,how I can leave him ?" Said George

Who is he sir ? Said the servant

George stand hiting table shouting "BHEEM!"

In the other side

Ram and bheem starting their new life full of happiness and enjoyment. Jenny and sita are also in love.

Bheem told malli to decorate ram as a bride. Malli and her friends started decorating ram jenny and sita for their marriage .

On the marriage night bheem take ram to a alone place where the moonshine make a beautiful rainbows through the waterfall and beautiful flowers feels like dancing on the grass floor.

Ram was so amazed with beautiful landscapes that he forgot that he was with him but bheem took him near a beautiful lake. Bheem jump in the large force that the water splash at ram. Then ram tries to find bheem in water but bheem pull ram inside the water.

After coming out of water it's started rain and they found a cave full with flower grass floor and then bheem push ram to floor.

He opened his and ram clothes and kiss on ram's belly and slowly put his dick and massaging his ass. He bite on ram's ear and started fucking him so hard . The sound was spread through whole forest. After the sex ram said " I never knew that you did this much things which I never expected ".Bheem "that's why it called as surprise" . They kiss each other at moon light.

In the kingdom

George was brusting with anger . He called one of his officer named arjun who is also like ram beautiful and handsome. He also love him so he killed surya a police officer work with ram because yo take arjun away from him . He raped make him pregnant. Now he is 3 months pregnant. He tell him to find ram.

"Go find my love " said George

"I am your hubby and I am 3 months pregnant and that also with your baby but you didn't even care. You love your people but i know what have you done with me is not right at all . He will never accept you because he have a hubby " said arjun

"So, I will so do what I did with " he left saying that. Arjun sitted down and started crying because of pain of his hubby.

He went to bheem's village and ask for ram to come with him for the dinner and tour for his place. But jenny feels something fishy with his uncle. Then he took him with him to the kingdom. Ram was happy about that the people are living peace fully in their they reached the palace.

He called " darling come here see who has come"

Ram surprisely ask "Are you married "

Oh you knew that sweety I don't like woman, but you will surprise after knowing who is he" said George

He came down stairs and stand infront of him

"ARJUN!" Ram said shockingly

"Boss they are calling you" one of his worker said

"Okay, you both carry on I will be right back " said George and left them both

"What are you doi- "

"I am forced he make me pregnant and kill surya" said arjun crying so hard and hug ram tightly

"He also want to do that to you "

"What!" You means he will also bheem

Yes and make you pregnant like me I am 3 month pregnant

Then every thing became silence when he come

"So ram let's go to my room"

"I have some urgent work so can I leave "

George knew everything that arjun have told about him

Don't worry sweety I am not going to forget you after having children with ram

No I don't want children with you

Ram started running from George but George is more faster than ram. He suppressed ram on his bed. And started raping him.

What I want is this my revenge and love that I want

No... pls .... stop that ..... ah

It's paining right

It's painful I can't handle

Sorry but I'm not going to stop

No.......stop............AHHHHHHHH

After raping ram he left him on bed laying in same way.

I told you about him I can't save you

Dddon't worry I aammm ookkeay

With bheem

Sita where is ram you have told that he would have come till now

I am also worried bheem

Jenny was crying in the corner

Both of them asked jenny " what happened ? "

Ram is in danger I can't trust my brother

Don't worry jenny nothing will happen to him till I'm here I will bring him back

Take care bheem

Then bheem went to take ram ,when he reached there he killed one a soldier and wear it dress. Then some attack him.

Wait for part 2 coming soon

[the-cat-chat]

October 31, 2023

The Lost Boys (1987)

After moving to a new town, two brothers discover that the area is a haven for vampires.

JayBell: This movie is literally so dramatic. The style, the clothes, the hair, the moody teenagers--it's all drama. The humor is there, and honestly, it verged on a satirical portrayal of a vampire movie at times. Some of the stuff that happens is so ridiculous, but thankfully it's ridiculous in a mostly good way.

The little brother I think steals the show. He definitely wins first place for fashion sense. He also seems to be one of the few people with sense in the movie. I like that he's actually scared of his brother even as he wants to help him. I feel like most "normal" people would feel the same.

Now let's talk about our main dude. Ever heard of peer pressure? Well this dude is the most susceptible to peer pressure than anyone I've ever seen. In fact, it would be wrong to call it "peer" pressure because it's more like "stranger" pressure. It's crazy to me that he would disregard the warnings of the hot girl he likes in favor of listening to this weird biker creep that he just got into a fight with. Drink this abnormal mysterious liquid with a gang of bikers in an abandoned dirty cave? Sure, why not?

Also the insta-love in this movie is insane. I could've done without some of that. Like he meets the girl, they have half a conversation totaling five minutes, and then all of a sudden she cares too much about him and they're passionately in lust/love or whatever the next time they see each other. Riiiiiiiigghhhhht. I think the girl and the little boy could have a better part in the whole plot.

Overall, this is just a fun time. It's not a perfect movie, but it's entertaining. It's a good break from our Halloween slashers too.

Rating: 6/10 cats 🐈

Anzie: I do have to say as 80s cringe as this was, I enjoyed myself, whether that be my own delirium or just that it was our final night of spooky season. (Not to mention I had an 80s phase as a teenager and I am cringe, but that’s neither here nor there). Now, first before I talk about anything vampire related, the clothes, my gawdddd, especially Sam. Actually pretty much only Sam. Bc his outfits were so distracting. And the things they say!! Pretty much all of which comes out of Sam’s mouth. Fave shoutout to him asking his brother if he’s been freebasing again, when he’s very clearly a VaMPiRe(that might just be my new fave insult).

Annnyways I just wanna discuss the level of peer pressure and helplessness Michael eludes from his pores. In the words of John Mulaney - his backbone is in fact an eclair. Ummm some freaks race you to a cliff, so you follow them into a cave, and after you “see” maggots and worms in the Chinese food, you just drink something from a bottle that looks like Indian Jones discovered from the Crusades??? Or the Ark of the Lost Covenant. Like come onnn man. And then how he gets his ear pierced and little leather jacket. To beeee cooolll. It actually is the worst and most enjoyable parts of the movie.

Speaking of worst parts of the movie. The vampire effects. Wowzerz. Like not to be rude but the forehead they gave them makes them look like those big brained goldfish. But whatever. I love the vampire blood is glitter. Pure glitter.

I think the way they had the kids find out who the head vampire was and ultimately kill them was fun and kept my attention real good, buttttt there would be no movie if Michael just wasn’t Michael with all his shenanigans.

^ No spoilers but even tho gramps a little freak- gramps for the win!

Rating: 6/10 Vampires 🧛‍♂️

[lilithkb]

I love-hate this pic cause I put so much effort into detail and the gold just looks SO ASTONISHING... But I suck so hard at anatomy and the look at his face is just weird so, overall, the result is... not the best. But oh well. 

LOOK. IT SHINES ON THE LIGHT. HE HAS TRUE DEMON EYES. MY PRETTY INCCUBUS BOY ♥♥♥

To know more about Jäger, click here!

[helloalycia]

overstepping [one] // jane banner (Wind River)

summary: after getting several voicemails from your colleague and best friend with her asking for your backup, you attempt to call her back, only to get no answer.

warning/s: mentions of rape, murder and injuries.

author’s note: this is a two parter because i finally watched Wind River and it broke my heart but also lizzie was v cute and i felt the need to write this, hope you like it x

part two | masterlist | wattpad

"C'mon, work you stupid phone," I complained for the millionth time, before standing on the chair to get a better signal.

When I saw the bars in the corner of the screen increase, a grin appeared on my lips. I loved my parents, but the fact that they lived in a remote cabin in Tennessee with zero signal was not my favourite thing.

When the bars remained, my phone decided to actually be helpful and receive all the messages, calls and voicemails I missed. I did a brief flick through, noticing nothing was too important that couldn't wait for me to return to work. As an FBI agent, I rarely got time off. And now that I had taken a two month vacation to spend with my parents, I was adamant on enjoying it, even if I was missing work a smidge.

Next were the calls, which I noticed were mostly from my colleague and close friend, Jane Banner. I furrowed my brows, realising she'd left me several voicemails, too, which was strange since she knew I was on a break from work. What could be so important?

I sighed, glancing down at my uncomfortable position standing on the chair and leaning above the wardrobe. It was the only place in the house with decent signal and the only other place that wasn’t in the middle of nowhere was twenty minutes out. Telling myself I'd just listen to one voicemail to make sure everything was okay, I played the earliest message.

"Hey, Y/N. I'm sorry, I know you're on a break, but I just had to talk to you," it began, and Jane sounded troubled. "I was in Vegas, as you know, but I've been called out to a reservation in Wyoming where this poor girl was–" She paused, releasing a shaky breath. "She was raped and left to die out in the cold. I thought I could send in another team to take a look – y'know, usual protocol. But the coroner won't rule it a homicide and you know what that means."

I swallowed hard, knowing exactly what that meant. If it wasn't ruled a homicide, no backup would come and we had to move onto the next case. But if this girl was raped and left to die, the rapist was still out there and wasn't getting caught by the FBI.

"I can't just leave it and go," Jane continued quietly, with that recognisable passion for her job evident in her voice. "I have to do what I can. But I... I can't do this alone. It's not like other cases, Y/N. It's different out here. And there's only so much their police department can do. I know you're on a break, but I was hoping that, maybe, you could come out here and help me? It's the Wind River Indian Reservation. That's it, I guess. Bye."

The message ended and I found myself chewing on my lower lip anxiously, unable to think about anything other than Jane now. She'd worried me with that one voicemail alone – I couldn't imagine what the others said.

She was usually so good at dealing with cases, but this seemed different. She sounded shaken up, attempting to put on a brave face by the sounds of it. What was so different about this case? She didn't need me. She was capable.

Curiosity got the better of me and I played the second message, ignoring the discomfort in my arms as I stretched to maintain the signal. It was left a day after the first one.

"Hey, so I just remembered that you said you don't get much signal up there with your parents," she began apologetically. "I don't mean to– shit, it's so cold..." There was a pause, a noise in the background, then she continued, "Sorry, just turning up the heating. Anyway, I was saying. I don't mean to intrude on your break. I just– I'm hoping you'll find signal and hear this because I could really use your help. I think we've got a lead on who may have done it. It was hectic today. Really could've used that backup."

She chuckled dryly at her attempt at a joke, but all I felt was guilt. She sounded exhausted within a day of being there.

"I hope you get this," she finished with a sigh. "I should go. Got a busy day tomorrow. Hope you're doing okay. Bye."

I wasted no time in playing the next message. Three days into her case.

"I don't know why I keep sending these," she began with a hoarse voice, and my heart clenched at the sound of it. "You clearly aren't getting them in time. But it's easier talking to you like this than not at all."

It went quiet, so quiet that I thought she may have finished and forgot to hang up. But then she spoke up again, a whimper escaping her lips.

"It's so hard," she admitted. "We've covered worse cases, but this one... everything about it makes me uncomfortable. Something doesn't feel right. I've got a lead – we think it might be the boyfriend who did it and we're gonna see him tomorrow. But I don't know."

I frowned, squeezing my phone tightly because I didn't recognise the girl speaking as my friend. This girl sounded broken and I wondered what she could have discovered that made her like this.

"I've got the police department with me for backup," she said with a sniffle. "And Cory, he's a hunter whose been helping me with the case. They're all gonna be with me tomorrow. But I wish you were here, too. You always make things easier."

The lump in my throat wouldn't disappear no matter how many times I swallowed it. She made things easier, too. Always. And all I wanted to was be by her side and be there for her like she always was for me.

"Sorry about this," she said with a watery laugh, and I could imagine the embarrassed smile on her face as she did. "I sound like such an idiot. Never mind these messages. Just enjoy your break. I shouldn't be worrying you like this. See you when you get back."

The message ended and I checked to see if there were anymore, but to my disappointment, there wasn't. That message was from a few days ago and she hadn't sent anything since which was concerning in itself.

Trying not to panic for no reason, I called Jane. Hopefully everything was okay and I was being stupid. She was a fully-trained FBI agent. She could take care of herself. Right?

The call rang and rang, but nobody picked up. One missed call. No biggie. She probably heard it and couldn't find her phone or something. So, I tried again.

More ringing and no answer. Okay, no big deal. Just try again.

Another call and no answer. The chewing on my lip became more intense. Why the hell wasn't she picking up? Was she still working the case?

I waited an hour, trying again at ten minute intervals, unable to fight my concern. But there was no answer every time and I realised that I couldn't sit and wait for her to call back. Not after how she sounded in those voicemails.

No, I had to go there. She needed backup.

—

Wyoming was way colder than I could have prepared for.

I mean, technically, I prepared for nothing. I bid my parents a goodbye, threw some random clothes in a bag and caught the next plane over there. I tried for Jane's phone constantly, knowing she was never one to ignore me for this long, but there was no point. She wasn't answering, which could only mean so much.

When I reached the reservation, I had no idea where anything was or what I was looking for exactly. I just knew that as soon as the taxi dropped me off in the centre of town, I didn't know where to go.

There were a lot of locals hanging around, so my first port of call was to ask them if they'd seen Jane around – or Agent Banner, as she may have introduced herself. I showed them a picture of her on my phone, described her with vivid detail, but they just stared at me like I was crazy. I was starting to believe I was at one point, until I stopped by the convenience store.

As worried as I was for Jane's whereabouts, the chill in my bones was real. Especially my hands, which I was certain would fall off any minute. So, I decided to buy some gloves and also ask the cashier if he'd seen Jane around or heard anything of her. Whilst I was doing that, a customer caught my attention, probably having overheard my conversation.

"Did you say Jane Banner?" he asked with a quirked brow, interrupting my purchase. "The FBI lady, right?"

I nodded quickly, facing him. "Yes, that's her! D'you know where she is?"

He nodded casually. "Yeah, she's in the hospital. That big shootout that happened a few days ago, right?"

My stomach dropped. "The what?"

"The shootout," he repeated, not aware of the concern in my face. "At the drill site. A bunch of officers were killed and the FBI lady was one of the only one left standing." He tutted as he shook his head. "Very lucky that one."

A shootout? The hospital? Only one left standing? No wonder she hadn't been answering her calls.

"Can you– do you–" I stopped, clearing my throat and trying to stop freaking out. "Which hospital?"

After getting the address from him, I caught a taxi to the only hospital in town and prayed to God that Jane was okay. The one thing she'd asked for was backup and I couldn't even give her that. If I'd just looked at my messages sooner... fuck.

Getting past the front desk and to Jane's room was no issue at all. A quick flash of my FBI badge was enough for the receptionist to give me the details and wave me through. My heart was constricting in my chest the longer it took. What if it was really bad? What if that customer's intel was outdated and Jane was– no. I couldn't afford to think like that.

Upon finding Jane's room, I spotted an older man leaving through the door, being careful to close it behind him. I didn't recognise him at all.

"Excuse me," I called, earning his attention. "Is that Jane Banner's room you just came from?"

He seemed surprised, glancing over his shoulder to make sure I was speaking to him, before nodding. "Yes. Sorry, who are you?"

I pulled my badge from my pocket and showed him, though I doubted anyone would take me seriously when my eyes were watering at thought of Jane being severely injured.

"I'm her friend," I said, swallowing down the lump in my throat before lowering my badge.

"Oh, you're the backup that didn't come," he said with realisation.

My eyes flickered to the floor guiltily. He wasn't exactly wrong.

"I didn't mean it like that," he added quickly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

I shook my head, lifting my eyes to meet his. "It's okay. I should've... I should've been here." It went quiet as he didn't know what to say, so I looked to him halfheartedly. "I assume you're from the police department, one of the ones who helped Jane."

"Not exactly," he said, before putting out his hand for me to shake. "Name's Cory. I'm a hunter by trade."

Returning his handshake, I recalled Jane's voicemail. "Oh, yeah, she mentioned you... thank you for helping her out."

When I couldn’t, I added in my head.

He offered me a small smile and I couldn't find it in myself to return it. I must have looked like shit, since he gave me a pitiful gaze.

"You want me to catch you up before you go in?" he asked, nodding to Jane's door. "She's okay by the way."

I nodded, sucking up a breath. My nerves were eating away at me the longer I didn't see Jane – half of me was terrified of what I'd find, and the other half was afraid she'd be upset or angry because I left her to it, even when she pleaded for my help.

Cory and I took a seat down the hall and he proceeded to explain about the case and how they found the guy who raped that poor girl. The shootout was the worst bit, making me shiver with discomfort. Apparently, Jane had gotten blasted with a shotgun, puncturing her torso and neck despite the vest she wore. All of the officers with her were killed and by the sounds of it, Jane almost was, too. But Cory managed to take out the criminals and the rapist himself. When he was finished telling me, I had no words.

"She's a bit shaken up, but her surgery went well," Cory reassured with a short nod. "Does she know you're coming?"

I shook my head, voice thick with emotion. "She wouldn't answer her phone. I guess I know why now."

Cory nodded, rubbing the back of his neck before sparing me a consoling glance. "She talked about you a lot. I think it'll cheer her up seeing you. You should go."

My eyes met his, teary and stinging with unshed tears. "Thank you so much."

He shrugged bashfully, but he didn't realise all that he'd done. I gave him a small, tight smile before standing up with a sigh. No point dwelling anymore – I had to see her.

Pushing my selfish feelings aside, I sucked it up and approached Jane's room. She would either want to punch me or not, but either way, I had to see if she was okay. And so, when I opened the door slightly, heart racing in my chest, said heart jumped in my throat at the sight of her.

She was laying on the bed with wires stuck in her and, only from what I could see, bandages were covering the side of her neck. I thought she was sleeping at first, but then her head tilted towards the door curiously, and bright blue eyes widened with disbelief.

"Y/N?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "What are you– how did you get here?"

I closed the door behind me and hesitantly approached her bedside, unable to stop my eyes from soaking in the sight of her. She looked so feeble and vulnerable and unlike how I saw her last. Then, Cory's words came back to me and I began to imagine the worst scenario of her getting shot, blood seeping from her wounds, the life draining from her eyes...

"Y/N," she called, and I looked to her startlingly, hoping I didn't look as troubled as I felt.

"Sorry," I said, clearing my throat. "I, er– the messages. Voicemail. I heard them and tried calling you back, but..."

She pursed her lips, exhaling with a wince and looking up at the ceiling, as if suddenly remembering she left messages in the first place.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," I said quietly, guilt seeping back in.

"No, no, don't be," she said, and I just about noticed the pink dusting her cheeks. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have interrupted your vacation like that. I know you said you wanted a break and–"

"Jane, no, don't even say that," I cut her off, reaching for her hand in an instant. She looked my way, eyes flickering between mine nervously. I squeezed her hand gently and said, "I should have been here. You needed me and I– I didn't come. Maybe if I had, this could have ended differently."

She tried to smile, but I could see the discomfort in her eyes. "It's not that bad, honestly. It just looks bad."

I pressed my lips together, eyes falling to the bandage on her neck. Even though it was big and covered her wound, I could still make out the bruising around it from the impact of the shell. I didn't imagine the torso wound looking any different, and that thought alone made me regret leaving her alone. It was very much as bad as it looked; I knew that and she knew that.

Her lips trembled as she avoided my eyes, her own tearing up. I pushed away my guilt momentarily and changed the subject.

"So, I met Cory. He seems like a great guy."

She didn't say anything as she seemed lost in thought. Either that or she was trying not to cry in front of me. I hoped it wasn't the latter, since the last thing I wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable.

"You know," I said, when she wouldn't speak, "I'm pretty sure I told you to stay safe before I left for my vacation."

At my poor attempt to lighten the mood, she cracked a small, tight smile, but a smile nonetheless, and my racing heart slowed down momentarily.

"I'm glad you're okay," I said, now that I had her attention again, and she looked my way with a softened expression. "Kind of okay. But you know... okay."

Thankfully, she knew what I meant and her hand tightened around mine.

"I'm glad you came," she returned, and I couldn't look away even if I tried. She was always able to trap me with a single gaze.

With a tug of her hand, she motioned for me to sit on the edge of her bed, so I did. And then she began to ask me about my vacation, what I'd been up to this past month, how my parents were... basically anything and everything except for the case. And it was understandable, since she was reminded of it all the time. If I could be a form of escapism for her, so be it. It was the least I could do.

We spoke for hours until the nurse came in to let me know visiting hours were over and I'd have to come back tomorrow. With a regretful sigh, I got up from my seat on her bedside and stretched my limbs.

"Where are you staying?" she asked, a slight frown on her lips.

I smiled awkwardly, realising I didn't think that far ahead. "I'm not gonna lie, I don't know. I came straight here. There's gotta be a hotel or something in this town, right?"

She nodded and flicked her hand to the shelves on the other side of the room. "You should stay in my room in the inn. Key's in my bag over there."

"Oh, I don't have to do that–"

"Y/N, it's not like I'm going to be staying there anytime soon," she cut me off, smiling halfheartedly. "Please."

I chewed on my lip and nodded, giving in. When I grabbed her keys from her bag, I stopped by her bedside and gave her a supportive smile.

"I'll back first thing in the morning, if you don't mind," I said, and she finally gave me a smile that reached her eyes.

"I'd like that."

I nodded, resting a hand on hers and squeezing comfortingly. "Goodnight."

—

Though I knew Jane was okay, I still couldn't stop myself from thinking about her all night. The sight of her wounds and the broken expression on her face was enough to keep me awake. And the guilt that came with it all... why couldn't I have just picked up my damn phone?

As promised, I returned to Jane's hospital room the next morning, this time bringing some breakfast snacks from the hospital cafeteria since I knew the food would be much better than whatever they were serving her. Judging by the content expression on her face when I gave it to her, I was right.

When she finished eating, she was able to sit up slightly and move over on her bed, urging for me to join her and watch some TV with her. There was no way I was going to turn down that offer, so I slid next to her and kept a packet of sliced apples between us as we watched whatever was playing on the TV.

About halfway through watching, she spoke up randomly, taking me by surprise.

"When are you leaving?"

I tore my gaze from the screen and realised she was staring at me with intense green eyes.

"When you're well enough to," I answered truthfully.

She looked down to her hands. "You don't have to stay with me. You can go."

I studied her profile, knowing it was the wrong time to appreciate how stunning she looked even when she was makeup-free, sporting a bed head and tired.

"Do you want me to go?" I asked softly, afraid I may have overstepped.

She was quick to shake her head slightly, finally lifting her gaze to meet mine with glossy ones. "No."

I nodded, trying very hard not to smile, cleared my throat and grabbed her hand. "Then I'm not leaving. I'll be right here until you get better and I can take you home."

A ragged breath escaped her lips as she nodded in response. We both looked back to the TV and I noticed she didn't let go of my hand, her fingers warm to the touch and giving me goosebumps at the contact. But I wouldn't have had it any other way.

[allkinds-oftrash]

Just watched Eternals; here are my thoughts as a Marvel fan and film student:

(Also I stopped using the dashes halfway through and its mostly rambles and funny comments so don't mind it and this is long so everything is under the cut)

- Hnnng the too dark lighting strikes again in night scenes - who was the gaffer I just wanna talk!

- Every time I see Thena's suit I get sad that it's CGI; yes it looks great but I can now also tell that it's fake. Like there's literally no weight to it and doesn't affect Jolie's movements at all

And I'm sure she must have felt out of character without a proper costume to embody. You know how in the older movies the actors used to say that wearing the suit really made them feel like the hero they were portraying (CEvans and Hemsworth come to mind) and Jolie didn't even get that experience.

- Wtf is Druig doing - is this what people meant that he's a cult leader??

- Does Ajak not speak at all??? Hello yall can't cast Selma Hayek and do her dirty like this

- Of course the English museums stole their artifact; are we even surprised??

- Listen Dane and Sprite are funny af; the dialogue is hella witty

- I love their family dynamic

- Ngl I'm living for the visuals

- Phastos is a mood for wanting us to advance faster

- I'm sorry Druig's powers make him so creepy even if he is cute with Makkari

- So Sersei's powers is basically being the Avatar hshshs

- I can't decide who I like her better with

- Wtf there's an actual sex scene in this; I thought yall were joking I'm so glad I'm watching this on my own rn

- Seeing everyone in traditional Indian clothes during the wedding made me so emotional as an Indian girl welp hshshhs

- Excuse me wtf they really killed off Selma Hayek after like 5 mins of screentime?? And thank god she speaks but also !!! Why would you do this to me Marvel

- The non linear timeline is not working for me welp; this should have been a series tbh to help flesh out all the characters properly and each century or so

- What is going on Thena?? She has alien dementia???

- Druig being the group's devil's advocate but also that's valid especially after he just witnessed genocide and was told not to interfere

- EW WTF IS THIS; why couldn't they just do the whole song in Hindi SCREAMS

- The choreography is on point though

- HAHAHAH FRIENDS FROM COLLEGE - I love Kingo so much alr

- I can't believe he's doing a film based on Ikaris I'm crying

- Way to kill the vibes on set damn

- Karun is iconic and valid

- Not the Eternals documentary

- Him being his whole family acting dynasty we love to see it

-Honestly this film should have just been Kingo's documentary; this is hilarious

- The way Ikaris looked so betrayed when Sersei said even he couldn't take down the Deviant. Yall this is a comedy

- Gil is such a wholesome dad type I love him

- I love this family dyanmic so much; the ribbing and roasting and still having love for each other

Arishem looks like the Iron Giant welp shhshsh

Honestly at the rate Earth is going right now, come on Celestial Tiamut, take us out 👀

I mean Arishem has a point; its our time let's go

Excuse me what there's no Olympia??? Holy shit he gave them fake memories what the fuck

What the fuck - they are just alien factory made beings???

So really this is all just Arishem's Barbie Dreamhouse if you think about it??

Oh shit he fucked up with the Deviant dolls

Wait if they are all manufactured why can't they just make another Ajak??

Ahhahshsh ofc Kingo is thinking what I'm thinking. He said robots I said dolls but yeah basically synthetic beings made by Arishem

I fucking love Kuran so much - Earth's original superheroes shhshsh

Druig is so unsettling to me welp is it just me?? Cos Ik everyone loves him with Makkari but he just creeps me out on his own.

Also I've been thinking of this the whole movie but like their accents; listen I know irl it's the actors' accents but like within the film and universe, how does that work?? Did the accents develop from them or did they adopt it after living in their respective areas for that long. Though they all had distinct accents in the beginning so we can say humanity's accents came from them. That's wild to think about.

- Yikes was not expecting this plotline wtf I cannot with the Wendy-Peter-Tink analogy. So technically it is a weird love square with Sprite-Ikaris-Sersei-Dane. Poor Sprite - I hope they can somehow physically age in the future films

Did Dane just ask Sersei if she was Midas??? Bruh she's literally Circe with S-es instead of Cs

"I've missed you" ??? Okay sir you still left though

Lmao man got YEETED in the middle of a century old ghosting apology

I love Kingo and Karun; yes also Karun HOW MANY CAMERAS DO YOU HAVE SIR??

Again would like to talk to the gaffer about lighting night scenes cos what the fuck is this; I can barely see their faces unless my tv was on Vivid screen mode

Thena's Alien Dementia strikes again

"Karun did you get that" I DIED

I wish we had better lighting for this fight scene it does looks pretty dynamic but still doing nothing for me.

Omg the Deviant evolved even more - I'm screaming. Not him getting all high and mighty

NO NOT GILGAMESH!! STOP KILLING THE GOOD ONES WTF

I'm only halfway through wtf and we still haven't seen where Phastos ends up I mean I know but like narratively gimme his modern introduction

"We need Phastos" There we go. But also LET ME MOURN GIL FOR A SECOND

I hate how the general public misinterpreted this scene; HE DID NOT DO IT!! He didn't cause Hiroshima - humans did. He just feels the guilt of it okay. Leave Phastos alone

I LOVE HIM AND HIS FAMILY!! God I love them so much

The whole Superman bit was funny as hell I adore Jack you funky child

"Fall Collection, IKEA, ass" ICONIC

I love Ben so much okay - best husband. Love that he spoke Arabic

AHHAHAHA KINGO'S DOCUMENTARY COMMENTARY.

I love Makkari so much she's so funny and valid

The sibling energy that Ikaris and Druig excluded in that snack swapping scene *chef's kiss*

Wait did Druig and Makkari not date before??? Stfu Kingo I love them

Space colonisation WELP

Thank god he deferred to Sersei I was so confused why everyone immediately went to Ikaris to be the leader like Hello Sersei was chosen. Listen I hate chosen one tropes but I wannna see her growth

Grow up Sprite shsbsh bad joke

Lol Kingo would follow him to the end?? Is everyone in love with Ikaris??

IKARIS KNEW??? THIS MOFO - he deserved to yeet into the sun (listen this is the main spoiler I know of the movie and I found it funny af that Ikaris/Icarus yeeted to the sun)

IKARIS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!! How dare you omg this is all your fault SOMEONE YEET HIM TO THE SUN NOW

I'm so confused?? Was this his programming and now he feels guilty or is he just being dramatically emotionally for no reason?? I would not put it past him to do the latter tbh

Can Ikaris fuck off - he is RUINING EVERYTHING by everything I mean this family because I love them so much

He just fucking crushed them and their hearts LOOK AT THEM IKARIS YOU LITTLE SHIT

Of course Sprite is going with him

Omggg Kingo agrees with him?? Okay Kingo is valid for not wanting to hurt them despite what he thinks

Karun I love you so much and him speaking in Hindi I cry

Holy shit Makkari's yell took me out

Ikaris leave Makkari alone

All the Ikaris puns have me dying

Also the way I thought Thena and that Deviant were gonna be a thing from the trailer - am I wrong or will they speedrun enemies to lovers in the 5 mins of their fight

Wtf Sprite that is not cool - listen Sprite doing this is not going to make Ikaris love you

Eyyy Druig for the win but also I'm sad how quickly the family became dysfunctional and broke down

FUCK NO NOT THE DEVIANT MANIPULATING HER WITH GIL FUCK THIS

Sersei's gonna turn Tiamut into a tree challenge

Ikaris is gonna yeet himself into the sun now isn't he

Lol is frozen Tiamut going to be the 8th Wonder of the World?

HE'S YEETING AHAHAH BRUH WHY ARE YOU SO DRAMATIC

Other than for the meta jokes about Ikaris/Icarus, what was the reason for him doing that??? He said sorry that was a start he could have started to mend it with the rest of them

Awww Druig and Makkari my beloved I love them so much

Omg Sprite becoming human I'm so emo don't touch meee

Yeet the family is mending!! Also omg not Thena putting her hand in a toaster

Her dynamic with Jack is everything

Phastos is such a good dad

Sign me up for the Druig/Makkari spin off where they set the other Eternals free

Sgjagsh Sprite needing to go to school and Sersei and Kingo being proxy parental figures.

"Even Ikaris (follow his heart)" I cannot like Sir got rejected and his solution was to yeet into the sun what even.

What's going on with your family Dane???

Omg what is this storm?? What did Ikaris do

Oh shit never mind its Arishem

Wtf this is so omnious

EXCUSE ME THAT'S HOW IT ENDS??? Can you imagine if it really flopped and never got a sequel gajaghs that would be the biggest cliffhanger ever.

Anyways on my way to go see Harry Styles as Thanos' hot brother

"What?" It's Harry Styles, Druig

Omg I just burst out laughing but like not going to lie Harry killed it. Like the younger 1D fangirl in me loved it but also the film student and Marvel fan appreciated his acting. Like he fits who Eros would be, you know.

Well THANK god they'll return otherwise that would have been major cliffhangers

Oh?? There's another scene?? Oooh okay so this kinda answered my Dane question about his family. Is that the Arthurian sword?? What is that and why is it talking to him - I'm so confused

EDIT: I'm a dumbass I googled his character and forgot he was Black Knight smh - can't wait to see what Marvel's gonna do with him

Overall, I loved it - it gave me the family of superheroes I wanted from the Avengers and yes while I do think it would have been better as a series Chloe Zhao did amazing. Hella entertaining my fave bits were all the dynamics between the Eternals the superhero plot was alright but the family dynamic is what made this movie for me.

[jay-and-dean]

Stolen Crown  Chapter 1 : Under the hood

By @roonyxx​ and @jay-and-dean​

Pairings : Dean x reader ? Kight!Dean x reader ?

Summary :  What happens when she is sent in a world that isn’t hers, but with very familiar faces ?

This, as much as it looks like it, is not ‘technically’ an AU, because your Dean, our Dean, exists too...

Serie Warnings : Smut (please be 18+), Fluff, Angst, Swearing. Mention of physical pain. Each Chapter will have detailled warnings.

Chapter warnings : Swearing for now.

Chapter Wordcound : 3230

Note : This is a collaboration beetween both of us. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each, like for Firefly.

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

Text divider by the awesome @talesmaniac89​

Want to read more:

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Whistling. 

Only a shrill whistling in her ears, and her heart pounding hard in her temples…

She holds her head and tries to get up, but the ground seems unsure of where it is supposed to be.

“Dean ?” she tries with a weak voice but, even with the high-pitched sound fading quickly, she can’t hear any answer. “Dean !”

She opens her eyes and they widen right away.

The seedy warehouse is gone, the smell of gasoline and the night are too… But above all, he is gone. Dean is nowhere to be seen. 

Instead : A sunny beautiful forest. Shiny rays of lights come through the radiant, high trees and birds are signing. So many birds.

“Shit” she grunts, looking around. “DEAN ! SAMMY !”

But her voice echoes and dies in the woods, only making a few rodents run through the bushes, themselves moving some butterflies and bees. Nothing else. 

Where was she sent ? Is it witchcraft or some stupid God ? She had told them that this case seemed more complicated than what they said ! And here she is, probably miles from home.

“Please, tell me I’m still in the United states” she whimpers, taking her phone from her jeans shorts pocket. “No come on ! No signal now ?”

After pacing around to try and find any sign of signal, she gives up and puts the useless phone back in her pocket, regretting her morning choice to wear only a t-shirt and shorts, because if she has to walk miles to find a road, the night might be here before she finds her friends again, and nights are colder out there.

“DEAN ! DEAN !” she tries again.

But he is obviously not with her.

What if he had been sent far too ? What if he was in an indian market now ? Or in a boat on the australian seas ? 

“Sammy you have to find us” she mutters, looking around to gather clues.

This forest is not tropical or northern, it’s a temperate one, and it’s obviously still early summer…

Suddenly, hooves disturb the forest’s calm in the distance, rapidly approaching her. The metal clattering with every step the big animal -probably a horse- takes, says it’s not alone…

She quickly moves in the bushes and stills behind a large tree to hide herself from whoever is coming. 

“Your highness ?” a deep, oddly familiar, voice calls.

Her back flat against the tree, she turns her head a little to be able to see beyond the thick bark, holding her breath and reaching for the knife in her boot. 

A beautiful, massive shiny black horse is nervously stepping on the ground while the owner of the mare pats it on the neck.

“Easy girl” the man says. 

She frowns, keeping the dagger in her hand, ‘that voice… I know it.’ When she dares to look between the leaves, her eyes widen.

“Dean?” she says with a confused smile, putting the knife back in her boot, as she steps from out of the bushes.

“My Queen !” he throws his leg over the majestic black horse and steps off, right away going down on one knee in front of her, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “I have been looking for you, my Queen” he says towards the ground, not looking up to her once.

“Queen ?” she huffs, still a little dizzy. “Where the Hell are we, Dean ? And what the fuck are you wearing, is that... a freaking armor?” she asks, pointing at his weird clothes.

Dean finally tilts his head upwards. And when he sees her, his eyes nearly fall out of his head, his mouth is open but no words leave his lips. The more he stares at her like she was naked, the more she starts to feel a little self conscious.

His eyes slowly travel up her bare legs, a confused expression on his face, when she bends a little to make eye contact with him he quickly adverts his gaze.

“Your Majesty, what happened to your robes ? Are you harmed ?” he asks, obviously worried. 

“Cut the crap, Dean, what’s happening ? Where are we ?” she asks, annoyed.

“We are in the…” he looks around a little, apparently wondering what to answer. “In the woods… Not far from the Castle, my Queen” he says.

She stares at him, mouth agape, a deep feeling of confusion replacing the annoyance totally. Her tone changes to something colder, more distant.

“Why do you keep calling me ‘queen’ ?” she asks. “And what’s up with the stupid clothes ?”

He dares looking up at her again, a sorry frown on his face. 

“My apologies, your Highness. I do not understand… Is there something wrong with my apparel ?” he stands up, his eyes searching her face. “Did you hit your head or have you fallen maybe ? You disappeared, my Queen. I have been so worried” he turns to his horse to retrieve a big grey fur cloak. “What happened to your gown, did someone attack you ?” 

His head low, he comes closer to carefully drape the very heavy cape around her shoulders.

“I obviously failed at my duty” his eyes are dark and she clearly recognizes that crushing guilt on his features

She touches the floor length fur coat he put around her with a frown. It’s pleasantly warm outside, there is no need for this... 

Everything he does is weird, and why does he look so different ? Was he hit by a spell of some weird stuff like that time he was losing his memory ? 

Unless… 

She takes in his appearance. He looks exactly like him but he has more scruff, and his hair is a little longer, his clothes are very strange too. 

The closer she looks, through the fading cloud in her mind, the more this costume he is wearing really doesn’t look like one. All the layers of leather and metal make him look like he was ready for war, and his shoulders are even more broad under the armor he is wearing. 

Everything about him seems heavy and powerful : Between the metal on his chest, the big belt holding several weapons, including the scabbard of that seems to hold a very authentic sword, the real huge grey fur around his shoulder, like he had killed a wolf…

She shivers at how impressive he looks, at how she realizes she doesn’t know anything about him..

“Shit…” she mutters realizing this is not her Dean at all. 

This is not the United states of America, and this is probably not even her world… But if the Dean from around here is willing to protect her, that might be her best chance of survival.

She clears her throat, nodding to encourage herself to play along.

“No... I’m…” she suddenly has no idea how to use her voice. “I’m okay and I am your queen, because you are my…?” she leaves the sentence open, hoping he’ll answer it.

“Your knight” he says, uncertain.

Knight, right… She nods and looks around once more.

If this is some kind of fucked up middle age alternate universe, there is a big chance that the forest is going for miles and miles, and an even bigger chance that she starves to death before Sammy finds a way to bring her back to the Instagram century. And dressed like that, she might have to fear more than wolves…

She stares at him for a minute and he seems to be just waiting for orders, his green eyes on the floor.

“Kneel” she says with a corner smile and he just does, with no question, comment or delay.

Dean Winchester obeying her to the letter… If that is not a good side of this whole crap !

“You can get up” she chuckles, letting him stand on his feet again.

But her amusement quickly fades. 

Royalty is not really the easiest undercover, and the discretion will be impossible. She wants to ask for help but, even if her whole body and soul tell her she can trust Dean -for it is still Dean-, her eyes travel the thick leather covering his forearms and she remembers she doesn’t know him.

So maybe she better stay silent for now, and follow his lead until she decides if he is an ally.

“Your Majesty” he speaks, with a deference she never heard from him. “If the news of your disparition comes to the Council, there undoubtedly will be trouble. We should head back now. Please.”

“Y-yes” she nods, a lump growing in her throat.

Council ? Trouble ? Castle ? How is she supposed to deal with all that ? People close to the queen will know she isn’t her in a minute…

The knight offers his hand, and she follows, frowning when he joins his wrists to help her get on the horse. 

“This is not the best comfort for travel, your Majesty, for that I am sorry” he apologizes again.

“It’s okay Dean” at her words, he frowns again, but she puts her feet on his wrists and jumps on the tall horse, quickly understanding, by the look on his face, that she is not supposed to ride “like a man”.

Her eyes can’t decide where to look, and her hands can’t decide where to hold him.

Gripping his belt tight in this uncomfortable position, she takes in the unbelievable landscapes before her : Untouched forests and large lakes, small villages down in the valley, with all those wood houses that remember her of Braveheart. 

All she can think of is when she is going to tell the boys about everything she saw… If she ever goes back to them.

“Put on your hood, my Queen” the knight asks, so she does. 

Her unsure hands grasp the heavy hood of the animal fur around her and she hides her face in the huge hood. He probably needs her to not be recognized.

“What animal is it ?” she asks, touching the hair with a mix of curiosity and disgust.

“Animal, your Majesty ?”

“The hood ?” she asks, quickly grasping his belt again when the horse half jumps above a root.

“My coat is made of a bear” he answers. 

“Poor animal…”

He lets a silence and clears his throat slightly. 

“I had never thought of it that way, my Queen. Your empathy for the creatures of this world is godly.”

But she stopped listening.

Her breath stuck in her lungs, she discovers the huge, beautiful castle coming in her sight. 

A gigantic wall surrounds a little city, itself surrounding a huge, elegant castle. The light stone walls seem to be touching the clouds from here, and a vibrant living noise comes from it.

“Wow” she murmurs, looking up the thin sharp towers surrounded by birds.

“My breath gets cut short each time I see your home in sight too, your Highness” he says with a soft voice. 

Inside the walls of the city, everything is different. 

People are busy, all dressed like they came from a movie, carrying vegetables and raw pieces of meat, sheeps and baskets of fabric… Each and everyone turning their head at the sound of the huge horse’s steps on the stone pavements. 

“Sir Winchester !” a kid exclaims.

She keeps her hood low, suddenly very aware of the trouble that could come from the crowd recognizing their queen. 

The knight version of Dean stays unfazed, guiding them to the stables where several horsemen are waiting for him. 

He gets off of the horse, helping her and closing his coat neatly on her.

“Keep your head down” he murmurs next to the hood and she just nods, determined to let him guide her. “You” he says louder to one of the men here. “Go tell the guards that the wolf hunt is done. My men can gather again peacefully, nothing is to fear.”

She can’t help but very quickly look up at the man giving orders next to her, his remarkable charisma making her feel so small. 

She always looked up at Dean with an infinite admiration, but at least, she knows him… This stranger is different. 

“Allow me to touch you” he says under his breath and she just nods again while he wraps his strong arm around her.

Under the hood, she can’t see everything precisely, but the little she can distinguish of the inside of the castle he is guiding her in is enough to amaze her. 

Huge corridors and busy servants, carpets that seem to come from a museum, gold and flowers decoration the thick stone walls.

“Sir” a guard comes in their way, bending before Dean in respect. “Your men have been called back. The news never spread outside of the Queen’s guard.”

“Thank you” the knight answers.

“Glory be to the Queen” the guard bows again. 

“To the Queen” Dean answers.

The knight guides her further into the castle and up an infinite number of stairs, a serious look on his face. With every step up, the coat on her shoulders feels heavier and heavier, and her apprehension does too.

Once they reach the top, he walks to the left, his heavy boots echoing in the spacious corridor. Still holding her, his grip both reassuring and oppressing, he stops in front of a big wooden door that she may be supposed to recognize. 

She looks up at the door a little, still not completely daring to stop hiding under the big hood. He opens the door and stands with his back against the wall, his eyes straight ahead.

She hesitates, waiting for him, but when he doesn’t move, she carefully steps inside, not sure what she will meet on the other side of the massive oak door. 

Before her, a large room with thick wooden furniture and rich fabric. In the middle, a queen size bed with wooden bed posts that are near the stone ceiling with wolves carved in each of them. Hanging from the posts, a dark red velvet-like canopy that matches the heavy curtains. A big antique closet stands to the left side of the room.

Taking a cautious step, she looks right. Behind a great arch is another room that holds a big wooden tub covered in a sand-white sheet.

Despite the cold stone everywhere, the many carpets with many different colorful illustrations, the curtains, and candles everywhere makes the room somehow warm. 

She stands in the middle of what she guesses is the queen’s room, unsure of what to do now. Looking back to the door, she sees Dean’s elbow from where he is still standing against the wall, straight and still.

“Dean, come inside please” she states, using the most authoritative voice she has.

A queen has to be, right ?

“Yes, your Majesty.”

The knight steps inside immediately, his hands behind his back, his gaze fixated in front of him.

“What are... my plans for today ?” she asks him, trying to figure out what to do, to convince them, a whole Castle and Kingdom, that she is the damn queen.

“The Council requested a parlay with you when the sun is at its highest, and after you have your usual walk in the garden before you talk to the People. I think, Majesty.” 

“Right, the Council” she says unsure, wondering what the council can be. “Take me to them.” 

She holds her chin high, trying desperately to look like the Hollywood idea she has of how royals act.

His gaze finally finds hers, a small frown is on his face, an expression of confusion growing on his hard but still so beautiful features.

“Do you not wish to be dressed first, my Queen?”

“Oh… yes, I-I do wish that” she nods. 

She walks towards the closet and opens it, checking his face in the corner of her eye to try and find clues of what she is supposed to do, but all she can see there is worry for her, well hidden on his bodyguard face. 

Inside the huge closet, put in color order, are dresses, all of them big and complicated… And on some shelves, smaller white dresses, that may be for inside or summer. She takes them out.

“This will work” she states to herself as she turns around but stops when she hears Dean gasp. 

When she looks up he’s stepping towards the door quickly.

“No wait !” she calls out for him and he stops right in his tracks. “Dean...” 

He turns towards her, his gaze on the floor, jaw clenched.

She doesn’t want him to leave. She is, in fact; terrified of being without him. Although he is a stranger, his face is the only thing she knows in this weird place she knows nothing about.

What will they do once they find out their queen disappeared ? Is there a king she has to sleep with ? Do they torture people ? Kill ? 

She just needs him close.

“I don’t know what to wear” she admits.

Or even how to wear it, she thinks to herself.

“Any gown makes you look divine, my Queen” he says in a husky voice, still watching the floor intensely.

If the circumstances were different her knees would wobble at what he just said… But he is not Dean, and maybe he just says that to not get his throat slit.

“Okay, I will put on this gown” she says as she lifts the small white dress that she is holding, a questioning look on her face.

The knight swallows hard and seems agitated. For a second, she wonders why he is acting so weird.

“What is it ?” she asks him. “Tell me.”

“Pardon me, your Highness, but that is not a gown” he clears his throat and stands up straighter. “That is your undergarment.”

“Undergarment ?” she looks at the little dress, holding it in front of her by the straps. 

Her lips open in an ‘o’ when she understands this is her underwear. She has been flashing him her royal underwear this whole time, of course he was acting weird !

In a quick motion, she hides it behind her back and mutters an apology.

“Yes, my undergarment, of course. I-I will get dressed now” she walks towards her closet to retrieve a big gown in a hum of hesitation.

“Let me just call the maids, your Majesty” he says low. 

“Yes ! Oh and Dean ?” she starts, waiting for his gaze to meet hers before she speaks again. “Thank you” she kindly smiles.

The knight nods, turns slowly and steps towards the bedroom door with a determined gait, closing and locking it by sliding the metal rod in the slot.

She frowns, seeing him lock himself with her. His back still on her, he clears his throat before he talks.

“My Queen...” he starts. 

With that hunter speed her Dean also has, he suddenly unsheaths his sword from his scabbard and holds its sharp end under her chin without touching her 

“Would never have said something like that” he finishes his sentence. “Or call me Dean…”

She searches his face, slowly lifting her hands up in surrender.

“That is because I am not your queen.”

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[catboybatman]

The miagani: a guide by me

The miagani is a fictional native american tribe from which batman is part off. This tribe was introduced in Batman: the Cult by Jim Starlin.

Location & history

The miagani are located in Gotham, in a cave now known as the batcave.

(Batman: The Cult turned out to be pretty racist, not surprised but if you want to read it its a heads up) (i literally cannot shorten this comic into something comprehensable so i'll only do some important stuff)

In this comic its confirmed that the Miagani are a NA tribe, altough called "indians"

Shaman Blackfire is an important character with too much to write down but in short: he was a self appointed shaman, wanted to lead the tribe to a "righteous path", got buried heavely wounded by the tribe, got found in 1906 by the dutch who opened his grave, killed the dutch and is now leading a christian (?) cult. (Yea i know, i recommend reading his wiki)

In this comic the miagani are slaughtered by another tribe but are later revived by Grant Morrison in the return of Bruce Wayne

During (the later stages of) the colonization of America part of the cave was used as a sewer, children being forced to work in it. These children died in the cave and it was blamed on the Miagani. This was (sorta) resolved by Jonah Hex in All-Star western #3,5&6.

The miagani have been in Gotham from 17000-16000 BC.

It is said that the tribe doesnt exist anymore since the creation of modern Gotham and that Catherine van Derm was the last confirmed member, but that is bullshit since Thomas Wayne is seen still practicing certain traditions (more on that later).

Religion

For as far as i know the religion consist of 1 god, Barbatos (batman: the lost), altough i suspect there are way more, just unnamed. During Batman: the lost it turns out that Barbatos wasnt that great of a guy, and created the tribe to do what he wanted, using Bruce as a vessel in Batman: the return of Bruce Wayne (im doing my best tying comics together ok pls)

We also know how they pray due to this page:

(Batman: the return of Bruce Wayne by Grant Morrison)

The black circle makes me believe that Barbatos is seen as a god of the moon/night, altough this is just speculation. This is also why i think there are more gods/dieties since most religions either have 1 who created all or multiple for different subjects.

What also makes me believe there are more gods/dieties is that in Batman: the Cult, the miagani are called "indians" confirming they are NA and most (idk too much about NA tribes, of you are please correct me) NA tribes are polytheist

Clothing

There are these: from Batman: the return of Bruce Wayne:

They style the hair to match bats and they have pockets based on batmans belt. Ngl these outfits slap

And these from all star western:

Here they use giant bat skulls as masks. I also presume that the grass are supposed to represend feathers like in RL NA tribes. There is also tribal patterns on the skull

Here are some fight (?) Clothes:

Batman: the return of Bruce Wayne & Batman: The lost

The giant bat is seen often, here is it alive:

Yeah, me too Jonah

Jewelry

In the upper right corner you have the pearl necklace, it is tradition to hand it down to your loved ones, mostly family members. (Thomas gave this to Martha)

The black blotch is most likely a crow. Im assuming this is done to show hate to one of their fellow fictional tribes, the bird tribe (batman: the lost)

In the first pic you can see that the jaw of the giant bat is used as a necklace and accesiores on the skirt. There also seems to be a tribal pattern on the skirt. And then there is the green necklace, cant really place what this except a green stone so yeah.

In the last pic there is the teeth necklace most like the teeth of the giant bat.

Weapons

I tried my best with a collage since you can only have few pics

They primerally use spears but the cave is also full of boobytraps, for axample the middle pic and far right pic. The far right shows darts activated to a whistle.

They also use swords and shields i guess? Its only shown here.

Language

In All-Star Western they have their own language, i cant recognise it and i cant add more pics but in the "Clothes" paragraph you can see some in the pics.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Lovers End Part 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, emotional abuse, threats, minor depiction of violence, toxic reader and unhinged Bucky.

Words: 1128.

Summary: Your marriage is falling apart, and you're done trying to save it when all your spineless husband does is crying at night when he thinks you can't hear him. Little do you know how horrifying Bucky can be.

P.S. It's not me, it's magnificent @navegandoaciegas and her awesome ideas! Also inspired by TDDUP!

Just in case: this story (hopefully series) doesn't involve beating or death of major characters!

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“Seriously, Bucky? Fired?” You clenched your fists, glaring at your gloomy husband furiously and thinking of throwing something heavy at him out of frustration. “This is the second time in just one month. Second fucking time! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

He said nothing, lowering his gaze to the floor: he knew well you were tired of him being unemployed for over half a year now. Since he left active duty, nothing came off like it was supposed to, and Bucky could understand why you were getting more and more impatient with him.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered under his breath, but you cared little for his constant apologies. 

“Oh, are you? Maybe if you were REALLY sorry, you’d already found a way to be useful for once, but nope, all you gonna do is go pity yourself and wait till I take care of you and bring food on the table!” Now you were yelling at him, mad with anger, your blood pressure rising and making you feel unbearably hot. “Do you know who you are, Bucky? You’re a fucking JELLYFISH! You’re boneless! All you do since you left service is pitying yourself and expecting others to pity you!”

Nervously looking up at you, the man swallowed hard; guilt was consuming him, but Bucky knew you had no idea what he had been through. You were unfair to him, he thought, yet he reminded himself it was you who had been taking care of him since the time he returned home broken and lost. Living with a crippled war vet wasn’t easy, and you were tired of his constant nightmares, fears and inability to fend for himself. 

“Please, honey.” The man whispered, shaking his head and lowering his eyes to the floor again. “Let’s stop. I’ll find another job very soon, I promise. Sam said he ha-”

“Yeah, that was what you said last time.” You interrupted him angrily, throwing a wet kitchen towel at him you used when you were cooking today, deadly tired after your night shift. “You know what? I am done with you. I am SO done with you.”

Turning away from him on the heel of your shoe, you quickly threw your dirty apron on the kitchen counter and left, stepping in the corridor with Bucky hurrying after you. No, you were done with that useless husband of yours, this failing marriage, and this miserable life you had now, forced to provide for the both of you and barely making ends meet. You didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve to spend your life with someone who did nothing to help even himself, not mentioning you. You knew well Bucky had zero progress with his therapist while you worked your ass off to keep the two of you afloat. 

You were so done with all this.

“Please, honey.” He repeated again, sounded much more worried now as he followed you to your room. “You’re joking, right? I promise I’ll find another job next week! I swear I-”

“You can spend as much time looking for a job as you want.” You barked at him, opening your wardrobe and getting your suitcase out, then proceeding to throw whatever clothes you had inside it with Bucky standing right beside you, looking at all of this with horrified expression on his face. “I don’t fucking care anymore, Barnes. I’m leaving.” 

Deeply shocked, he tried reaching out to you, but you smacked his arm away, enrage your husband dared to touch you, and Bucky frowned. Of course, of the last couple of months you had many fights, but nothing was as serious as this one: it was the first time you were so angry and determined. But you couldn’t be leaving him, right? You just couldn’t be. Bucky knew you loved him dearly, going as far as being the only one he could rely one, the only family he had, the one who agreed to provide for him, somebody who only had a miserable military pension.

No, you loved him, he knew it. You wouldn’t do this to him even if he became just a shadow of a man he was once.

“Honey, you can’t possib-”

“YES I CAN. FUCK YOU!”

Frozen, Bucky stopped, his face deadly pale as you kept throwing your things in the suitcase, grabbing whatever little makeup you had left from your old vanity and almost ready to leave as you emptied your dresser, and all he could do was just stand there and stare at you, unable to believe it was happening.

He could feel the wetness gathering in the corners of his eyes. No, it couldn’t be. You loved him, didn’t you? You said so yourself when he came back home with a prosthetic instead of a flesh arm, crippled, desperate, unable to live with what he had done at war. But you still loved him. You loved him despite him being an unemployed, useless, pathetic soldier who would never become the man he had been once. 

“Please, darling.” He almost plead, his mouth quickly going dry, something caught in his throat preventing him to speak. “Don’t go. I love you. I love you so m-”

“Well, I don’t.” You cut him off immediately, pushing Bucky away from you. “I don’t love you. In fact, I HATE YOU, YOU SPINELESS PIECE OF-”

But before you could finish your sentence, you felt a cold metal arm grabbing your neck so tight you lost an ability to speak within a second, suffocating from your husband’s grip. What the fuck? What was he doing? You tried punching him, shaking with anger: Bucky was clearly out of his fucking mind! Did he think he’d make you stay like this? Did he think you wouldn’t have guts to go to the police? Oh, he was s-

Shit, you realized he was really trying to suffocate you when he didn’t budge, and you felt your throat burning, head spinning from lack of oxygen as your husband slammed you into the wall, a stony expression on his face, his pupils dilating.

Shit, shit, shit. You needed to get out of here. Trying your best to shake him off or at least make him relax his grip, but your efforts proved futile when Bucky lifted you up so only your toes could touch the floor. Did he really lost his mind? Was he going to kill you?

“You’re not going anywhere.” He said calmly, but you could feel the threat in his voice even when you started hearing ringing in your head. “Not now, not ever.”

Seeing stars, you soon lost consciousness, and the world around went dark. Your dear husband must have murdered you.

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[tomdiddlyumptious]

Can u do a Tom Holland x black model reader

And she’s zendayas friend and she introduces Tom to her and they hit it off he ends up seeing her outside they have a sentimental talk about what it’s like being famous and they end up kissing maybe smut at the end and they wake up the morning after 😩😩😫

I MIGHTVE GOTTEN....YA KNOW TAKEN AWAY BUTTTTT

warnings: terrible fans, sadness, annoying papis, and I guess heavy smut but idk 🤷🏽‍♀️ NOT PROOFREAD, PROBABLY TERRIBLE ✌🏽

a/n: REEEEE I HATE MYSELF

You sighed as she grabbed your hand, pulling you, “look you have nothing better to do, so you do this or keep watching re-runs of Harry Potter and trying to shift, which isn’t gonna work” she rolled her eyes at the idea, looking at your scrunched up face.

“Well whatever, so much for getting a spell book” you huffed in loss, zendaya laughing at you as she let your hand go and opened the door “for my princess please” she dramatically said, her hand pointing inside the restaurant.

“We couldn’t have taken a walk-“ “y/n shut up and sit down please” you giggled as you walked slower to let her infront of you and guide you to a seat, next to her but also next to a nice, brown haired, of course skinny lean white boy.

And how did you know that? You checked him out without hesitation. As you looked back up at him you found himself with a cocky ass smirk. “Don’t flatter yourself” you chuckled only leaving him doing the same.

“Hey a pretty girl like you how could I not?” His hand lifted and ruffled his hair some, leaving you with a smile. “We all know who we are right?” Daya said, not wanting to introduce anybody when your all basically famous. “Yes?” The group said.

You knew Tom of course but not officially, your brother made you watch Spider-Man because he’s two years older then you and loves to debate that tobey Maguire is the best, which you have to agree, its only by the way he swings. Your brother also thinks tobey can play Batman but he is like 46, he will have a heart attack.

As you all ordered your meals and passed around plates Harrison and Jacob talked, zendaya and her brother talked, which left you and Tom.

“Hi I’m tom” he said, lifting his hands wanting a handshake, orrr possibly a hug, what’s the damage?. “Well hello Tom, my name is Y/n” you said, taking his hand in yours, also noticing you can’t even shake his hand because of his hand size, it basically devoured your whole hand. Tom chuckled as he looked at your small fingers.

“Compare?” He asked, “oh what are we in fourth grade?” You giggled but agreed, he put his hand up flat and open and you did the same, touching hands you noticed your hand was small, or his hand was big, who knows. “I should call you robin!” He chuckled.

“You are really a child, teen titans really?” You bursted into laughter but only Tom could really hear. “Hey I have to do something to keep me satisfied right?” He shrugged, “and tough talked for a woman with small hands”.

You playfully gasped as you hit his shoulder “no you just have large hands, above average, so leave me alone, and tough talk for a guy who’s 5’8, my brother was that height at like 14” he only left his mouth open as you laughed, his eyebrows raised as he said “touché, but you’ve been doing some research on me havent you?”.

“Eh, something like that” you shrugged, getting chopsticks and trying to set it up but failing, of course Tom hysterically laughed at you “fuckin chopsticks” you mumbled to yourself, still trying to get them in between your fingers but utterly confused.

“Here darling, let me help you yeah?” Tom said in his slick British accent,

leaving your stomach to drop to your ass but you agreed, forgetting what he was helping you with.

He took your hand softly and fixed it, staring at him in awe before-

snap

You both looked over and seen a photographer running away, leaving Tom pissed but you could only laugh. Everyone around the table noticed and started to feel bad about being “famous” because it does take away your private life.

As they all looked at you both you continued laughing, leaving them all confused “did you see the way he ran?” You only busted out laughing more as Tom could still see him, looking at the way he does run and starts laughing after.

“Your right!” Everyone starts to catch on as zendaya pulls out her phone to record him, putting it on her instagram story with text of “running to his casket” (I KNOW THIS IS MEAN BUT I COULDNT HELP IT)

As you all as a group ate your food, well you ordered a fork, and talked you all giggled, and got to know more about each other, when he found out you were a model he only smiled more because, you deserve to be one, your beautiful in so many ways anyone could see that, not just Tom holland.

You cracked open the cookie and grabbed the paper “I wanna see!” Tom said, scooting closer and resting his head on your shoulder as you read it “hop on a ride but you won’t go outside, lucky numbers 11,9,10,20” tom furrowed his eyebrows, “I don’t get it” he whispered in your neck, platonically. But he got your sweet spot so you bit your tongue some. “What makes you think I do? You do yours!”

He sat back up straight and grabbed his, opening it. “Hmm, take your time, try to wine and dine, same lucky numbers as you” he looked at you while your lower lip was puckering out, confused but not gonna stress yourself out about it.

“Aren’t they just beautiful” daya quietly said, recording it and putting it on her Snapchat instead. Harrison agreed as they all started at both of you but you didn’t take any sense to notice.

“Who’s paying?” Tom said. “Split” you say back, everyone taking out their credit card and placing it in the middle.

About two days later you went out for shopping, mostly for yourself but you did think about buying daya matching Harry Potter mugs.

You looked at Victoria secret, looking at all the options you could get, but you got white lingerie, lacy white lingerie. You had about 3 bags in your hands, all clothes as you found yourself hungry, you checked the time and noticed it was about five thirty but daylight saving so it was darker then usual.

You found yourself at a Chinese place at the food court, ordering what you wanted as your phone blew up from the events of yesterday. “Y/n?” You heard a familiar voice, you turned to see-

“Thomas?” You smiled at him as he smiled back, coming up close and seeing ‘foot locker’ and ‘Nike’ bags in his hand. “Hey!” He came over and reached out for a hug which you accepted, and you smelled so good, like no one else. He knew once they started to publicly date he would have to point out that you have this magnificent smell.

“Hey babe how are you?” You ask looking at him, letting him go as his hands were still on your arms. “My phone won’t stop blowing up” he sighed and rolled his eyes “eh same here” “what are you doing?” He asked, you pointed at the title of the food place “Chinese food” “your trying again aren’t you?” “You know what- shut up” you laughed making him join along.

He decided to join you at one of the tables, both with hats on and black tinted sunglasses. “This is humiliating” you sighed, playing with the noodles. “What?” He asked looking up at you. “I shouldnt really have to hide because I just want to eat alone” you let out a distant chuckle and let the food alone, looking at the table.

“Yeah I know it does suck, but atleast we have killer fans right!” “Yeah but then they want to turn on you because you wanna make a point or a decision for yourself” he only sighed in defeat at your point, nodding in agreement. “I mean I guess it’s what we signed up for” “I just really want to do what I love but then there’s the pros and cons, people loving my body and people hating my body, telling me I should lose weight and that I should just kill myself-“

“Well you shouldn’t, people tried to cancel me because I didn’t vote? I can’t!” He grabbed your hand and that made you look at him “and your beautiful, so beautiful, don’t take only my word but everyone else’s, and whoever is telling you to kill yourself has a problem with their body image, they want to be you!” He gave you a smile, you gave a weak one back. “Hey love, darling, trust me. There’s a lot of people out there that support you! Why do paparazzi want to take photos of you? To let everyone know hoe your doing at the moment!”

“That wasn’t a good one Thomas” you laughed which made him giggle, he reached over and let go of your hand and places his thumb on your chin, the coldness of his ring on his pointer finger as it’s under your chin.

“Your really fucking beautiful, princess, fame is annoying celebrity is a annoying word but guess what? Isn’t it worth it?” “Yeah I guess, because I met you” you smirk, he tilts your head up and looks at your lips, looking at your eyes for approval and you nod your head.

He presses his lips on yours, pulling you closer as he wants to climb over the table and just take you there, his lips on your soft delicate ones is heaven, feeling your hand raise up to his cheek as you let go for a longer one-

“Hey get out of here! It’s like 7, stop sharing your cootie germs!” The janitor says with his strong Indian accent which makes you both laugh while your lips are still pressed together.

“Hey I really mean it!” You both let go as he shouts a thank you and you didn’t even notice it was that dark, he didn’t either. “Wanna get out of here?” He asked, you nodded as you both grabbed your bags and threw away your food.

You both couldn’t keep your lips off of each other, he slammed you against the apartment door, leaving you to moan as he focused on your neck, grabbing the key from his poket and shoving it in the door, opening it as he twisted to nob you fell and he feel ontop of you, well on your stomach.

You both laughed out of breath as he got up to close the door, thankfully there was a door stopper that didn’t allow a mark on the wall, he came back down and helped you up, taking the bags from your hand and throwing it on the couch, the boxes of shoes falling out of the bag and on the floor.

You quickly took off your clothes, leaving you in your underwear with Tom just admired you, your sweet brown skin just shinning of cocoa butter lotion and body oil, smelling so intoxicating as he walked up to you, his hand softly placed on your waist as he whispered in your ear “help me” you giggled and unbuckled his pants while he unbuttoned his shirt, quickly only in his-

“Really? Spider-Man? Your such a narcissist” “your ruining the moment” “whatever kiddo” he took your hand and ran into the room, falling on the bed from the jeans around his ankles, you got comfy on the queen bed with the silky black sheets and blanket, your legs open waiting for him as he kicked off his jeans.

He looked at you and your legs, crawling over to kiss your shins up to your thighs, his lips so soft on your skin as if he doesn’t want to break it.

“You such a pretty girl” he purred, kissing up to your stomach, to the middle of your breasts to you neck. “Touch me please tommy” you sighed in relief as he went down to your underwear, pressing your clit and trailing down to see you soaked. “I’ve barely touched you princess, do I make you wet like this?” He talks mostly to himself, not expecting an answer but you do “yes you do, fuck you make me so wet tom, watching your hands move, you mouth-“

“My mouth huh? What do you want me to do princess? Eat you out? Make you come then I fuck you and don’t miss a beat? Make everyone hear my good girl?” He asked, making you moan at the scenarios “I want to you to be on top of me, I want to you fuck yourself on my dick until you make me whine” he comes up to your ear and whispers “which I don’t do”, you whimper as he unclamped your bra, the cold ring and Rolex on your back as he gets it off.

You smile as he just stares, reaching down and taking a nipple in his mouth, moaning as he punches the other. “Fuck Thomas your really good” “shh now, remember what I want you to do f’me okay?” He asked looking up at you, you nodded as he reached down in between your thighs, pushing the underwear to the side.

He puts a finger inbetween your folds, his fingers rather warm and he rubs right over your whole while he continues to kiss and leave hickeys around your neck and inbetween your breasts.

He pushes in his finger and you let out a whimper, his fingers way bigger then your own “your so tight around my finger, fuck your gonna feel so good around my cock, just let me make you come first” you nod at him and give him a open mouth kiss as he goes down, taking off your panties and lifting your thighs and putting them inbetween his head.

He pumps is finger in you slowly, my the third time you suddenly let out a “oh” as your breathe starts to get heavy, “don’t give up now darling” “get to work and I’ll see what I can do for-“ you moan as he wraps his lips around your clit, kitty licking.

“Don’t talk down on me, darling” he says, before adding another finger, his long slender fingers finding your spot as he rubs over it, shaking his head from side to side around your bundle of nerves, your legs raise into a butterfly just asking for more.

Your hands reach down to his hair and you pull it, ruffle it and whimper as his fingers press hard on your spot “ah!” You let out a high pitched moan, he makes eye contact with you as his tongue continues to run miles, infinity signs, even his own full name on you “I’m so close” you whimper, he already knew by how much you were clenching around him, he sped up his movements, licking the slide of your clit, bucking your hips and pulling his hair making him moan on you, high pitch moans, the sounds of his fingers in your wet slopping whole is just enough to make you come, “Aw please! Fuck tommy!” Your eyes roll back as you cum, your back arching more as your fluids let loose and your stomach a pit of fire.

“You tase so good, Mmm” he licks you clean, savoring your tase as he licks his lips and comes up to kiss you, sharing tongues and humming at the taste on his lips.

And it was your time for the deal, he turned you both so you were on top. His hands already behind his head as he enjoyed the view already, you grabbed his member and pumped it a few times making him groan, you swiped him between your folds and cried at the overstimulation.

“Fuck y/n” he moaned feeling of your wetness looking down and seeing his spit and your arousal connected to the tip of his member, you both moaned at the feeling of his member getting in you so slowly.

You started to move your hips against his, seeing him so comfortable and watching every single move you make could make you come right there, you started to bounce and you sat up straight, moaning as Tom took a hand of his and licked his thumb to roll your nipple “faster” he said, as you did it.

“Fuck tommy your so good” “oh no it’s you babygirl, fucking yourself on my dick like I told you to, I don’t have to do any-“ he groaned “work, your such a good girl, my princess” he praised making you whimper and lean down. In this moment he could stay there forever, your ass on display as you bounced your whimpers in his neck right on his sweet spot. “Shit y/n”he moaned, letting his hands go to your ass and lift his legs to thrust into you, “no tommy” you say weakly, pushing his legs down “I get to fuck myself on you like you said” you hit back a moan.

“I did princess- fuck” he let out an ‘uh’ as you clenched around him, his eyebrows furrowed as his mouth opened, you leaned back up to kiss his neck, his sweet spot and made hickeys with no hesitation. You moved faster and placed your hands in his chest and hearing your ass on his thighs, the slickness coating all over his member and trailing down his thighs “fuck!” You come, “don’t stop-please! Don’t stop” he practically begged, thats more than a whine and you were willing to take it, it was all so good, so good.

His hands left your ass and went up to your neck, looking down at his darkened eyes as he bit his lip “fucking yourself so good on my dick, fuck!” He came and shot his load up you “yes Tom!” You whimpered and arched your back coming with him. He painted your walls as you ride it out, him massaging your thighs and biting his lip as he watched his cum trail down your thighs and on his dick.

“You tired?” You asked, throwing yourself over, he looked over “yeah” he reached over to kiss you and wrap his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest, he turned off the light on his night stand as you lifted your leg over his thigh, both on the left side of the bed and taking in each other, drawing patterns in his chest. “So does this mean-“ “yeah of course”

You woke up in the same spot, looking up at Thomas and finding him already looking at you. “Hey princess” he smiled, taking his arm and drawing circles on yours. “Hey bubs” you kissed his chest. You only admired each other before having to clean each other up, sharing a shower, nothing happened but giggles and soft rubs on the butt, of course until you put on the lingerie that you bought yesterday.

[twos-complemented]

acotar.

i finished acotar yesterday and i have a LOT to say. so i give it like 2/5 stars, 1.5 stars for lucien because he is the only guy i actually like. 0.5 stars for the other likable things. so first let's get over with the things i like.

spoiler warning. there's major spoilers, i warned you.

sjm did smth right can you believe it:

first off, lucien. he's like the only guy who isn't in love with feyre and isn't after her. he goes through so much and is just used as sjm's personal punching bag throughout acotar, if you know what i mean, and he is so loyal to tamlin and is just a really loyal friend, and he did so much for feyre under the mountain too. in fact, i'll take off that 0.5 because of how badly lucien was treated, yes this is favoritism.

feyre liking painting. this may be just me, but i feel like painting is kind of underrated and it's nice to see a main character who's an archer and stuff but also loves painting.

feyre, at certain times. feyre has her flaws, one of them being how she's a bad judge of character yk, but she was nice at points, like the time she killed that worm (i mean lucien kind of saved her at the last second but let's ignore that)

the beauty and the beast storyline was kind of well done, and i lowkey ship feyre and tamlin even though feysand will happen in the next book apparently

the description at certain times was nice too ig

nesta, especially after feyre came back from prythian, because shielding oneself from a faerie glamour is badass

the part where feyre tells the answer to the riddle is love

is sjm off her rocker or is it just me:

believe it or not, it took me like 14 chapters to actually give a damn about anything so yeah

freaking fire night. yes, our lovely high lord needs to umm needs a woman to make magic spread throughout the land or whatever. and faeries were just lining up to be chosen by tamlin. how...gross.

the bharat thing. if you recall, feyre's dad sent ships to a place called bharat to trade for " invaluable spices and cloths " so fun fact, bharat is what we call india in indian languages. and india has been known for its spices and clothes. what a coincidence.

alis's description. you know that part where feyre asks where alis is only to find out that that is alis? well, she calls the "new alis" squat with tree bark skin, and how the alis she knew was fair and plump and looked like high fae. just look at the difference between the words squat and plump. and when she was fAir she looked like high fae? so...what? what does tree bark even mean? there's loads of types of trees with different kinds of wood. are you cleverly implying she's a poc? or are you telling me she's a tree, or her skin is textured like tree bark?

rhysand. yes, the hot, feminist high lord of the night court of assholes. i hate him so much, and i will of course make a separate post on how rhysand is such a freaking asshole. lest just say that he did some extremely bad stuff under the mountain.

the night court tattoo thing. yk that paint rhysand makes feyre wear like every night, and the tattoo on her left arm? well, that suspiciously looks like henna, and i'll probably make a separate post on that too.

the lentils thing. okay, this is more just something that makes me skeptical, but lentils is like, an amazing thing. and sjm had the audacity to mix them with ashes just for plot convenience. and by the way, if they have lentils lying around under the mountain, does that mean they eat rice with lentils? do they?

kohl. please, kohl is used mostly in asia and africa, and they have that lying around too? what's next, sjm? you're going to have salwar kameez in your books too?

the lovely poc representation. yes, my lovely readers, aside from uhh alis who's skin color isn't even specified correctly, there are only 2-3 poc characters, and 2 die just to show how our villains are such assholes. sjm is such an amazing representation person. i'm amazed she didn't compare their skin color to chocolate.

feyre feeling feminine or like a woman's body when she feels beautiful, like please sjm, body diversity is a thing, and there's no standard of beauty, and femininity does not necessarily mean beauty. but go off, i guess.

some honorable mentions as to why sjm can be sued:

"why does any male need a reason to enjoy the presence of a female?" stfu rhysand, your misogyny and male dominant views aren't required here.

feyre was practically naked for like the last quarter of the book. that must feel so uncomfortable. ew.

the word sensuous, every time it was mentioned.

yes that's it, my general review of acotar. so yeah, i'll go deeper into rhysand's attitude in the next post because oh boy do i hate that guy.

[cristinardvaya]

MY OPINION ABOUT THE VIDEOGAME 'UNTIL DAWN'

The beginning of the story is very interesting. The graphics, the atmosphere, the use of the totems that show possible futures, the fact that you can find clues from different categories that explain the story... it's one thing that I loved, and it gives a lot of gameplay. Also, the video that you complete as you find the totems is very intriguing. It gives you certain clues as to where the story is going, although you don't fully know the true motivation of the story until you get to the big plot twist, which I also think is awesome.

The use of the psychologist is an addition that gives the game a lot of personality, a lot of mystery, and the fact that the things you talk to him are reflected in the story is a great thing.

First I summarise the story and then I give my opinion and some ideas that may fix the meaningless points (I'm not saying that the story is wrong, I just need to see the story as something logical and credible).

(It contains spoilers from here): I warn that this is a long post, but an interesting one if you like scary stories.

The story:

(It doesn't have all the details)

At the beginning, the story is very good: they were in a huge house of the "protagonist" family, who had bought that whole mountain for themselves. There were the children of the family (who are Josh, Hannah and Beth, the parents never appear in person) and their friends spending what seems to be the winter. The friends wanted to play a prank on Hannah and it backfired: Hannah got really pissed off at the friends and ran off into the woods, followed by her sister Beth. Josh was drunk and couldn't do anything about it. The sisters supposedly died falling off a snowy cliff (Beth is clearly seen dying after hitting her back on a rock, but we don't know about Hannah exactly), and a mysterious guy with a flamethrower and a really big knife that previously walked near the house seems to try to save them (even though it's a scary video game you don't have to be suspicious of everyone and think everything is going to kill you), but he couldn't.

Josh, a year later, invites all his friends to that mountain to have a party and forget the past. Their relationships have changed, now they have different boyfriends/girlfriends and all that (the game focuses a lot on love relationships at the beginning, giving it a teenage feel). They have arguments, they don't get along as well as they used to, it seems that the accident broke them up. The huge house, or mansion they go to has no light bulbs, and everything happens at night, until dawn. The psychologist is like a break from the game, like something separate but related. The person who is playing the game is like the psychologist's patient, who has problems. The psychologist makes him choose between characters, between things that make him "afraid"...

Following the story, photographs of the sisters are found throughout the house. At one point, the couples split up (there are four couples, although one doesn't form, Mike and Jess, Matt and Emily, Ashley and Chris and Samantha and Josh - the latter is the one that doesn't form).

The couple Mike and Jess are sent to a cabin where they want to get intimate in their relationship, but something chases them and ends up kidnapping Jess. Mike tries to save her and arrives at a typical gold rush mine, where some sections are collapsed. He finds Jess in a lift (dead or alive depending on the player's choices, I think), who falls all the way down without Mike being able to do anything. He then has to escape from there, sees a flamethrower and chases him to an old, abandoned and destroyed madhouse.

Meanwhile, Matt and Em have gone to get a bag that Em forgot (they are not seen again until much later in the story). Ash, Chris, Sam and Josh stay at the mansion, having episodes of scares, still in no danger. Chris continues to play pranks as before and Sam takes a bath.

While she's in the bath, Ash, Chris and Josh have a seance, and the sister's supposed ghost talks to them and directs them to the library to find out how she supposedly died (I think you can choose to be Hannah's or Beth's ghost). Josh doesn't like that and leaves, not to be seen again until much later. Chris and Ash find pictures, videos, supposed ghost apparitions... and they reach what appears to be the continuation of the mansion through the basement, but it's badly damaged, it looks like it was a different house.

For his part, Mike follows the flamethrower guy to the asylum and discovers that there were 30 miners in the mine looking for gold, 80 years ago. The mine collapsed at that time and 12 miners were rescued in the asylum. Doctors at the time had been shocked to find them in such a good state (they should have been dead), and witnessed transformations in the miners into murderous, insane, cannibalistic creatures, which apparently condemned the asylum. The staff didn't want the media to know what was going on there and hid it (a journalist found out, but I'm not quite clear what happened afterwards).

Meanwhile, Ash and Chris are chased around the house by a supposed madman, until he captures Ash and Chris must find her. He arrives at a place where he has to choose between saving Ash (he's in love with her) or Josh (his lifelong best friend), as there's a Saw-like scene with a saw. Personally, I saw Ash being saved, and Josh dying. When they leave the place, they are reunited with Matt and Em, who have returned from looking for the bag. They talk about the psycho and that, and decide that the two of them will go to the radio tower to alert the police (they can't go down the mountain because the psycho has the key to the cable car). When they are in the tower, something cuts the ropes and they fall, ending up in the mine. Here I saw Matt save himself and let Em fall with the tower into the void.

In the psychologist's office it is discovered that the patient is the psychopath who has organised all this.

The psycho finds Ash and Chris after finding out that there were a bunch of cameras all over the house and dead animals on hooks (it was the psycho's hideout). Just after, Sam has just had a bath and follows a trail of balloons with arrows drawn on them showing the way to "find her clothes" (her clothes have been hidden while she was bathing and she is wearing a towel around the house). She reaches a room where the psychopath talks to her and shows her a video of her in the bathroom and the video of the prank played on Hannah the year before, and the psychopath goes after her. He chases her and eventually catches her and leaves her in a room where Mike finds on his way out of the asylum tunnels. He gets her out of there.

Another Saw-like scene appears where Ash and Chris are tied to chairs, Chris is holding a gun and there are saws above their heads that are slowly lowering. He has to choose between killing himself or killing Ash, if he shoots, the saws would stop (and I think they would both die if they let the saws come down). The gun only have blank bullets and right at this point is when they discover that the psycho is Josh in disguise (this is the big plot twist). Turns out he wanted to play the joke of the century on them so they would suffer the same way his sisters suffered (this means that the psychologist's patient is him, he was crazy because of the dead of his sisters, I think the psychologist's visits show that he needed help to get over the death of his sisters and medicate himself - this is mentioned -. Something I liked is that every time the psychologist appeared, the place looked more and more like the destroyed asylum Mike found, until you see just the rubble - this may also symbolize Josh's mind -). He is taken to a place, blamed for Jess's death (he claims it wasn't him) and left there, guarded by Mike.

Then, it's discovered that Em, who fell into the mine next to the radio tower, is still alive (she was lucky to have hooked onto a wire). She walks through the mine and encounters the flamethrower guy (who she first runs away from) and a strange creature (which turns out to be the thing the flamethrower guy wanted to protect them from). She falls down a grotto and reaches the area where the sisters died. Their bodies are gone. She finds the sisters' stuff nearby, Beth's grave (just Beth's) and Beth's head (a flaw in the creators keeping the face intact. After a whole year it should be signs of decomposition, although it's a cold climate, it can't last that long - considering it's a cave and hasn't been in contact with snow).

(I explain why at this point the story stops making sense to me and just focuses on scaring the players and adding a lot of violence - this is my opinion, of course-)

Em is chased by the creature and manages to escape and get to her other friends who are back in the house. Mike runs off alerted by the screams and leaves Josh alone. They let the guy with the flamethrower into the house, who explains what's going on: the mountain has some kind of curse from an Indian tribe (or so I understood) that unleashes a spirit (or mutation) if someone eats human flesh on that mountain. It transforms into a wendigo, a creature with impenetrable skin, but susceptible to fire, very violent, that its eyes lighten and only detect changes in the movement of its surroundings, its teeth and nails become longer, its body moves very fast and adapts to the movements of its prey. Bullets don't kill them, but make them back out. This is what happened to the 12 miners they rescued (apparently they ate the rest of the miners).

As they left Josh alone, Chris and the flamethrower guy go to look for him, the others must stay in the basement until dawn, when the police arrive and the wendigos stop hunting (for some reason they don't explain?), because it's a safe place. They don't find Josh and the wendigo approaches them (apparently killing the flamethrower guy I believe there's a posibility where this guy survives) and Chris runs alone to the house (here he can die if you don't control the character properly with the controller, I saw him die - strange that decisions take a back seat and the controls are the ones that kill or don't kill the characters-).

Now, for some strange reason that I don't understand, they think that Em is infected by the wendigo (not true) because it bit her even though the flamethrower guy told them that they only transform if they eat human flesh, and Mike goes crazy and wants to kill her (you can choose whether to shoot her or not). And for another strange reason that I don't understand either, Mike wants to go to the wendigo's lair, where they supposedly have Josh's body, who has the keys to the cable car, to get out of there as soon as possible, and not wait in the basement safely until dawn -which is 2 hours left- for the police to rescue them by helicopter 🤔. Well, the thing is that he goes to the asylum through the underground tunnels, he finds a bunch of wendigos locked up there (by the guy with the flamethrower), and others who are untied and chase him to the mine.

Then it's discovered that Jess, the one they thought was dead (the one who was kidnapped by a wendigo), is still alive. They get another stroke of foolishness and those who had stayed in the basement go after Mike, and as if that wasn't enough, when they go down some sewer stairs, they continue walking without waiting and leave Ash alone 😑. Further on there is a choice between going towards some sounds or regrouping with the ones who left her (obviously regrouping, I believe the other one is for having a extremely stupid dead). Then they split up for another strange reason (they can't climb some stairs and Sam goes to climb the rocks, but Ash and Em go the other way). Sam finds Mike and they save themselves from some wendigos.

Another scene of the psychologist appears, but now he and Josh are in the mines. Josh is alive but now he's there. He has hallucinations of the things he fears most.

Now, Mike and Sam arrive at the wendigos' lair. It's a scary, terrifying scene, with corpses of people hooked to the ceiling, loose heads lying around.... (I couldn't watch this, I couldn't stand it). They meet Josh there. Then they split up again, Sam goes to the house to tell the other that they are good and Mike and Josh go back the way they came (a wendigo was following them). That wendigo, who turns out to be Hannah (she didn't die, she ate Beth after 30 days locked in the cave - which I say, in a few hours these guys have been in and out of the mine a few times, why did she stay there for 30 days? And besides, after 30 days, the meat would be rotten... I believe some animals would end up in the mine). The wendigo kills Josh (it kills him in a terrible way) and Mike leaves.

From then on, Matt is still alive and meets Jess by the mine. They are chased by a wendigo and manage to escape (if you control the characters well, I saw them being saved).

Sam, meanwhile, returns to the house and meets Mike. Then, Ash and Em arrive in a hurry, pursued by a wendigo. Then comes the most tense scene of the whole game: several wendigos are inside with them, and they have to stand still so that they can't be seen. The wendigos start fighting among themselves and the friends have a plan to get out of the situation, which is to explode the house with a gas leak, they just have to turn on a light and everything will explode. There are a series of scenes where they have to stand still and hide, and in the end, if everything is done right, they escape and manage to kill the wendigos (there is a final part where it looks like the wendigo who is the miner that the story talks about the most -Billy Bates - is going to kill Sam just as she is going to hit the light, but it is stopped by the wendigo who is Hannah, it's like Hannah saves her, and that's the only part of the ending that I really liked). The police arrive and save the survivors. The scene along with the credits of the survivors telling the police what they saw is also very original.

The video of the totems explains a lot: It was made by the flamethrower guy, addressed to the sisters' friends. In it, he tells that the flamethrower guy's grandfather hunted wendigos, but one escaped him, the most dangerous one called Makkapitew. Then the miners came to the mountain and the mines collapsed, awakening the curse again. The miners became cannibals and wendigos. If you kill a wendigo, you release its soul, which is susceptible to possessing another person, so it's better to contain them and not kill them. The Makkapitew, after so many hunts, was still free. The year Beth died, he tracked it down. But Hannah and Beth were there too. The wendigo forced them to fall off the cliff, and he could not save them, but avenged them by killing the Makkapitew.

I guess with the spirit of Makkapitew released, Hannah became a wendigo?

My opinion:

I actually liked it a lot (except for that final part full of nonsense). I like the fact that all characters can be saved (except Josh) if you choose the best option. Also, at the beginning it's very relaxed, not a lot of blood and violence. However, from the scene of the saw it changes very abruptly and everything starts to be much more savage and I don't like that, it gives me creeps, that's why I couldn't see some scenes like the hideout with the animal corpses (althought it's not real), the wendigo's lair and Josh's hallucinations. That's why I don't like scary movies and videogames that focus on that (I've loved other games like Little Hope and Man of Medan because there is the perfect amount of violence).

Things that don't make sense (but doesn't mean some parts aren't great):

At the beginning, I liked the story, it was very interesting, but when they add something that has no scientific basis, I usually stop liking it.

The thing I least understand is that the team investigating Hannah and Beth's death didn't find the mine or the wendigos or the asylum or anything. It seems that in this game they are all stupid when it comes to making important decisions but incredibly clever when it comes to organising pranks.

Regarding the characters, at the beginning it seems that they haven't changed much after the death of the sisters (but they no longer get on well), why are they still making annoying jokes if the sisters died with one of them? That happens to me and I would never think of making jokes again in my life.

Also, all that nonsense I wrote while summarising the story, why do they leave the basement which is safe? Are they stupid? I mean, they're scared but they're out looking for the wendigos? I don't understand that. Lastly, I have to ask, why must the wendigos have physical transformations? Why not have the same human vision but also the same speed? And it only happens to humans, why? Why doesn't it happen to other animals? And it can't be cured or avoided? Why do they only hunt at night? And why do they only like eating human flesh? The moment they stop being human, they stop being cannibals when they eat human flesh, but that doesn't mean they can't eat other things, after all, their stomach doesn't change and I suppose they will still be able to eat the same things as humans.

Ideas:

Personally, I would have given more play to the asylum. It was put on the back burner. Instead of curses and all that nonsense, I would have had them rescue the miners, and because they were in such bad shape, they tried a serum or something they were still researching to save them, but it went wrong and they were turned into that. Makes more sense, doesn't it? Sure, but it doesn't fit with Hannah being turned. But for that I have an idea compatible with this one: Hannah managed to get out of the mine (like all her friends in a few hours, you can clearly see there are exits from all the rooms), and half dead, maybe disoriented, she made it all the way to the asylum. There is no light there, she doesn't know where she is, she is traumatised from seeing her sister die, so she injected herself by mistake (or not, I'm thinking about it as I go along) with the serum that the asylum wardens hastily left behind before she died, and she was transformed. But... you'll say, that doesn't fit with the flamethrower man's grandfather hunting wendigos either, and I'm not convinced... Don't worry, I have a different idea to the previous ones, although it's not very well thought out: perhaps, the minerals in the caves of that mountain had a strange chemical component that causes such mutations, compatible only with humans, and there were people who ended up with those components in their body and were transformed before the miners arrived. So anyone with that compound in their body, with a trigger, could transform into a wendigo. Could that trigger be human flesh? Is there something different about human flesh than the flesh of other animals? Obviously their composition varies, and that could be key. That is, if they spend time in the caves and eat human flesh, they become wendigo. This last idea is more in line with history (or maybe the best idea it's a combination of these two?). I've just shown that it's possible to make a story almost as good without resorting to myths and curses. And ruining (in my opinion) the possible increible end.