#object of obssession

[marigameranimationsofc]

I think im too obsessed.

[shakira-fan-page]

🚨 | According to an insider, the music video for Olivia Rodrigo's "Obsessed" is rumored to be similar to ''Objection (Tango)'' by Shakira.

The video is reportedly ready and will be released with the song in March.

[gojosoups]

Till Kingdom Come

cw: fluff, angst, royalty au, war, blood, violence, character death, grief/loss, whipped gojo, love at first sight, he fell first and harder, bros obssessed, politics blegh /j, power imbalance?, all characters are 18+, SFW

a/n: dropped a lil fic while I’m on break. also ignore any minor changes, I’m indecisive lol.. see you all soon! art credits to @/loquatini on tiktok <3

So this is what your life has come to?

Perched upon the throne, in a kingdom that had long lost hope in its monarchy, you remain as its sole heir. The royal family lineage had long been dead, with no prospect of future heirs due to your husband’s poor, sickly condition, which—bless his soul—sent him to an early grave.

You were a widowed queen, in a land that did not belong to you, but was still your home.

So, like the dutiful wife and queen you were, you took your place on the dusty throne, not once batting an eye at the objections of the King’s council nor the high court.

You became a beacon of hope to your kingdom, which, although small in size, was great in strength. You became what the kingdom needed in a time of despair and crisis, in a time of famine and fear. You carved your place into the very stone walls of the kingdom, and the nation rejoiced, welcoming your rule with open arms.

Your people loved you, and under your rule, Veralia thrived.

The nation stood strong and prosperous beneath your iron will until one day, the gates of your kingdom were breached. An emperor from beyond the oceans and seas, who dared to weasel his way into your high walls.

Emperor Gojo Satoru.

A man feared across kingdoms and lands, a man who dared to threaten your rule.

Though you had taken your place on the throne, soon you would take your place on the battlefield, charging through the hordes of horses and knights with your blade held up high, aiming straight at Gojo Satoru.

And Satoru, nonetheless, felt the true meaning of love at first sight in that very moment.

All it took was one look at you—hair disheveled, clothes bloodied and in tatters, chest rising with every breath—as you stood before him, blade pressed to his throat, eyes sharper than a knife, piercing straight into his soul.

Just one look in your eyes, and he was done for. The only thought left in his mind was, "God, I have to marry her."

Amidst the chaos of war, surrounded by clashing fleets and the sound of an ongoing battle, Gojo Satoru knelt before you, smiling like a madman with that charming, boyish grin.

Your hand trembled in his as he brought your knuckles to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against your delicate skin as he dared to speak those four forbidden words.

“Will you marry me?”

Your blade fell to the ground, a sound so loud, so final, that the battle itself seemed to halt. Soldiers from both kingdoms remained frozen, awaiting the command of their ruler as they bore witness to this spectacle.

"You want to marry me?" You scoffed, sneering at the audacity of this man, and yet, your heart couldn't help but race. Whether it was from the rush of battle or the shiver that ran down your spine from a mere kiss, you’d rather not say. “Then leave your throne.”

Your eyes blazed like a warm fire, stirring his insides with butterflies as you stared at him, unyielding and challenging.

"You must leave your throne then," you said in a tone so final, "recall your troops and betray your kingdom for me. Forsake everything you know, and live the rest of your life beside me, in my kingdom, under my rule."

And Gojo, being the lovesick idiot he was, merely grinned.

"So," he said, rising to his full height, towering over you with fingers tangled in yours, "when do I start packing?"

Then, softer, almost inaudible, he spoke. Words meant only for you, whispered amid the quietness of the battlefield.

“I'd rather kneel before your throne—to your every whim, to bow down at your very feet, and kiss the ground you walk on, Your Majesty—than sit alone on mine."

After all, Gojo Satoru was a fool in love.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒 — do not copy, translate, repost or modify my works on any platform.

[heartfullofleeches]

fake pizza boy yan developed a concerning taste for seeing darling eating his cum after that first encounter and starts bringing a variety of menu items with “ranch dips” and “vanilla shakes”. plenty of visual material to keep the supply up for his next “delivery” and he is definitely not spiraling into crisis just because the only thing that gets him hard for his other shoots is the mental image of darling stuffed full of his—

(Slapping these two together since they have a similar premise)

Yan Adult Film Star Pizza Boy + Reader [18+]

[Masterbation, Food Play]

-

"Come on..... Come on....."

Twenty minutes till deadline. Since the beginning of his career he stuck to a strict schedule. A simple routine to get the ball rolling as he dipped his toes in the new venture. Now that he had so many eyes on him and his content, Brie was able to take more breaks in between filming, but at this point it had been almost two weeks since he posted anything at all.

He tried everything. His hands. Toys. Videos. Brie even thought about buying pills at one point, but gaining an erection wasn't the hard part of his situation. His viewers were into a lot of things - but if there was one thing that really got their wallets open for him it was when he painted the nearest surface to him with a heavy load of his release. His donations would be flooded with comments from his hands how they wished to be his desk or pillows - or for the opportunity to lick said object clean.

Kind of like how you licked your fingers clean on the day he first met you.

The brief flicker of your face in his mind made his aching length jump in his spit stained palm. The encounter he had with you was all that he could think about anymore. He was obssessed - The innocent confusion as you opened the front door, the genuine gratitude in your expression as you handed him some cash for all his troubles and the free meal. Brie would pay anything to see you sample his sauce again. The way your eyes lit up as the flavor registered on your tongue-

"Mmh....."

What he wouldn’t give to have those lips wrapped around him. If you liked what he gave you so much what better than to get it straight from the source, right? The slick sound of friction grows louder as his hand moves quicker - eyes scanning every corner of his room for more fuel for his fantasies. He wish he had kept the photos he found of you online on screen, but he feared loosing that knot of pleasure twisting at his insides if he took his focus off the task at hand for any reason.

His eyes fall on the drink cup from the takeout he picked up earlier in the day. A boring Styrofoam cup with no clear ties to any restaurant would be the perfect container to bring you another item off the menu. The peach tea he had earlier would be a dead giveaway for any tampering. He needed something thicker, ideally with a creamy texture.

A milkshake.

Who wouldn't enjoy a nice, refreshing shake after pizza? You surely had to be thirsty after eating all that bread. Brie fisted his cock to the image of you on your knees beneath his table - hands gripping the meat of his thighs as your mouth hung open awaiting your treat. You'd look so cute under him like that - his fans would absolutely love you-

A surge of jealousy strengths his grip. Nobody should get to see you like that but him. Those perverts could fotk over their life savings and it wouldn't be enough for Brie to share you with them. Maybe the occasional stream with the two of you couldn't hurt - your face held against his pelvis as he stuffed that pretty throat so nobody could see anything but his cock slipping past your perfect lips.

"Ah.... Y/n...." It's the first time he's said your name. The first time he's let his imagination run this wild. He makes a mental note to cut it out during editingthe. Brie swipes the camera off his desk, angling it better towards his lap and the empty floor below him. He then makes a grab for the empty cup - popping off its lid as he positions the container between his legs. They tremble - barely holding into the styrofoam without crushing it as Brie spits - whimpering as he coats his girth in another layer of his saliva. For a fleeting moment he can perfectly picturing the warmth dripping down his cock as your own - and that's all it takes for him to come undone.

Brie cries out your name with a shakey breath, clutching the edge of his desk for stability as his upper body lurches forward, pouring ropes upon ropes of his spend in the general direction of the cup. It's too much- With it being so long since the last time he came, this hard - tears stab at the corners of his eyes as he shutters, nails peeling chipping at the polished finish of his desk. He misses his intended target at first go, thighs glistening with cum as he hurriedly fixes the cup to catch the remainder.

Brie takes a long pause to catch his breath before wipping off his camera lense, posing with a shakey thumb up as he holds the cup for all to see.

"Shake's ready- Guess it's about time I make another delivery~"

-

"And here you are, one milkshake on the house. We're always trying out new things in the kitchen and like to reward our loyal customers by letting them sample new items first."

Swirling your straw through the thick slurry, you take another sip with a satisfied hum. "Hm. You said this was salted caramel, yeah?"

The delivery boy snaps back to attention - seemingly lost in thought as you gulp down the shake. "Y-yes. That's right- Your thoughts?"

"It's pretty damn good, actually. Been getting kinda hot these past couple of nights so this is just what I needed right about now."

Brie bites down hard on his bottom lip as you place the cool styrofoam against your bare neck, condensation running down to your chest.

"I forgot to ask the last time I can, but my boss finds it really helpful if I get some pictures of satisfied customers to put up. Would you mind if I took a couple of you right now?"

[montelotl]

chance crush hcs! ❤️🎲

• He’s a passionate dork and nerd, wrapped in that cute dicey hoodie of his. Despite his bursts of confidence from rolling a Nat 20, Chance can’t help but gasp when you congratulate him. Especially with your supportive hand squeezing his broad shoulder.

Poor man forgets how to breathe, making everyone at the table raise an obvious eyebrow. The guy’s face is painted red, matching the dice he just tossed out.

��� The man calls everyone ‘maiden’ or ‘sir’ or ‘liege’, but the GnG master purposely bows in front of you while greeting. Embarrassing at first, you’ve shrugged it off at this point and lower your head in tandem.

One time, before he could even speak, you bowed and gently grabbed his hand. Lowering your lips, you grazed the soft skin of Chance’s knuckles.

“Good afternoon, dear dungeon master.” Your voice drops an octave, fighting back a chuckle.

It was meant as a joke, but once you looked up…

Chance was clutching his mouth. Cheeks flared red, his brain was trying to find the appropriate response to a fantasy he’s dreamed about.

• Chance purposely leaves a seat, next to him, open for you during GnG. But if Lux or Parker steal the stool, he’ll make up a bad random reason to move.

“No offense, Lux… your ring light is brighter than usual. I’ll just sit next to (Y/N) today.”

“Parker! What did I tell you about bringing another board game? If you don’t respect my passion, then I’ll sit next to someone who does!”

“Oh! Just realized this is not the proper position to conduct any dungeoning. Just going to—“

—> Picks up the stool and plops it right next to you.

• We all have to agree that he would write roleplay of his original characters with yours.

The times he does get to be a normal participant, he’s giggling with you about what your blorbos will do this session. Maybe they’ll hold hands to get across a ravine? Share a bed? Kiss to get the snake venom out from their tongue?

Chance, kicking his feet, at writing how his OC will sweep your OC off their feet.

• If he catches you flirting with another object, he’ll think nothing of it. Everyone in this damn house is dating each other.

BUT, it does sting a bit when you’re indulging in a game with someone else. Their hyperfixations, their infatuations. Indulging in that person’s passions, having utter fun, looking deeply in their eyes when they talk about their obssession—

Chance forces himself to have a cheery smile in present company.

“You … sure have a knack at this, huh (Name)?”

• Ending on a positive note, Chance loves giving praise. Even if he doesn’t have any reason to speak to you—

“H-Hey (Name)! Cool socks, today! Trying to slide around in style?”

“(Name)! … Um… Just wanted to say nice play last session… haha!”

But the holy damn pick-up lines—

“Holy crit… I failed my saving throw against your irresistible charm.”

“Another 20? You sure you didn’t distract me like you always do?”

“You’re lucky I didn’t check your character sheet today. Call it cheating to have your stats match how you perfect you are.”

Even if they end in cheesy pick up lines, crickets absolutely chirping… your heart grows another size at his adorkableness.

[cod-dump]

Bitter Past Au

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Nolan being placeholder. He's there to keep Makarov occupied, entertained, but the moment Makarov realizes he's within reach of Nikolai? Nolan is nothing in seconds. Nikolai isn’t even in his grasp, yet the man's entire interest shifts immediately. Whatever years Nolan was there for meant nothing, and that pissed him off.

He was just shoved to the side for the shadow of a past lover Makarov cannot let go of. The man is not his ally anymore, he's an obstacle. But Nolan can't voice this, he knows Makarov won't tolerate it. He's irrational when it involves Nikolai, obssessed and possessive. Nolan knows being a threat to the object of his affections is a death sentence, no matter what they once had.

Yet he can't just let this go on. Nikolai was a sickness to Makarov's mind, the mere mention of him driving him mad. Something needed to be done, silently, and Nolan knew what he needed to do. It was a risk. But he refused to stand by and do nothing.

[xjackjackx]

Victim Becker is like The character ever because. as a Person he absolutely deserved better, he deserves a second chance to be happy again with Mitsi and Agent and his three new friends. he does not need an atonement arc, he does not need to apologize for anything, the world should be apologizing to him. but as a Character i would fucking hate it if victim redeemed himself.

like no. there is no world where i can see any scenario where victim gives alan and/or chosen a second chance and i'll be happy with it. it's not like chosen, who owed all his strength to alan and ultimately knew they have to team up against a stronger evil. it's not like purple, where his issue was a shitty father that he needs to forget and move on from, not hunt for approval or revenge or anything else. it's not like king, whose "villain" was a nonsentient game he was projecting his rage and inability to protect gold onto. victim has an objective, real antagonist to his story, and that antagonist is Alan Becker and his (in victim's mind) sidekick The Chosen One. There is no misunderstanding like King, there's no greater evil or vic owing them something like Chosen. Alan is responsible for every bad thing in vic's life, knowingly or not, that's an objective fact. Victim was traumatized for years because of Alan, Victim lost the love of his life because of Alan and Chosen (even if Dark is the one who killed Mitsi, Chosen assisted and Dark's dead so there's no one else Vic can hunt for)

I just. cannot see Victim ever redeeming himself. Him ever giving Alan and Chosen a second chance. Him going "I won't actively hunt you if you fuck off and never show up again" would be the best outcome, and that'd still feel wrong cause it's been over a decade, would Victim really back off after all of that?

What could make Victim back off? That's the biggest issue here. Why would Victim ever turn good after a life like his. He's spent 12 years plotting revenge. He lost the most important person in his life. He's so stuck up his own ass he views all his former employees as traitors and cowards. He's never shown himself to be grateful towards Agent despite all the shit that he did for him. He's convinced the rules are "I'm good and anyone against me is evil and probably with Alan ngl". His innocence is gone, Mitsi is gone, Agent is on his side and if he'll turn against Vic he would be written off as another "coward" and "fool", and the mercs are random hired guns that he does not give two fucks about.

If I was writing Season 3, I would not give Victim a redemption for the sake of a "happy ending" (he's similar enough to King anyway). For me, Victim is a character defined by tragedy; he's been wronged, nothing ever goes his way, he is the Victim of this universe. For me, Victim's story will end with failure, with a death that he won't return from, after he's lost everyone in a single-minded obssession with getting revenge. The same way the Chosen One became a hero, the Dark Lord died a monster in a failed attempt for world domination and the Second Coming succeeded where his predecessor couldn't, the Victim cannot escape the fate that's been forced onto him since his author wrote his story. Since fate cursed him. Since Alan gave him that damn name.

Would it be cruel and tragic for Victim to never get a happy ending after a life of suffering? Yes. But it would give AVA a more mature story than another "happily ever after". But it would teach Alan and Chosen that no matter how hard they regret and atone, some of their victims will never let them go. But it would teach the Stick Gang that even if they want to, there are some people you can't group-hug it out with.

Funnily enough, I only have that feeling with Victim. I'm very open for an Agent redemption, but that's for another day.

[myman0rexic]

An Undergraduate Forensic Viewing of Like Minds (2006) Train Scene

Pray for me. Pray for yourself. We are one now.

Contents:

1. Introduction 2. What We Know 3. The Investigation 4. Bibliography for Nerds

1. Introduction

Some justifications first.

I'm an undergraduate stem student obssessed with many topics, including forensic studies. I just finished a complete course about forensic chemistry/tecnology/law in uni and yes, I'm a big failure of a person and was thinking about applying some of the things I've learned into Like Minds' train scene. To clarify, I'm not an experienced profissional of the field. It is to say, I've never worked in such area and had just one or two significant interaction with said profissionals and students. My considerations won't be 100% accurate, clearly, and I may mistake or ignore fundamental data and studies. I intend solely to present some interesting facts and rapidly discuss their applicability here.

Take everything I say with large grains of salt, this is mostly for my enjoyment.

Let's kill Nigel!

2. What We Know

Figure 1. Visual diagram of forensic ballistics' main areas of study. Some will be mentioned here. [1]

2.1. Ballistics - Anatomy of a Discharge

Ballistics is a science field divided in three main ramifications: (1) Interior Ballistics, (2) Exterior Ballistics and (3) Terminal Ballistics. (1) studies the mechanism of a gun discharge, (2) studies the trajectory and behavior of a projectile once it is ejected from a firegun and (3) studies the damage and overall interaction of the projectile with a material structure (biological or not). [1] Ballistics experts (chemists, some engineers, law experts, etc) ocuppy themselves with many things regarding firearms, a field of work that recuries much study and understading of multiple fields of knowledge such as spectroscopy, law and general legislation, physical properties of chemical coumponds, solid state science, material science, industry production series and others. Some areas of chemistry and biology are of great importance and are commonly used complementarily.

We then understand what bullets are. The component that effectivally hits the target in these scenarios is the actual "projectile".

Figure 2. Simple structure of shotgun (left) and rifle (right) ammunition. [2]

In simple terms, they're composed by (1) a shell that holds everything together, (2) some coumpond responsable for the liberation of gas via chemical reaction and (3) some way to give the heat needed for said reaction to occur. There is a whole field of study and production of these killing objects that seeks out to balance some of their properties in different scenarios by the armamentist industry in oder to supply endless applications that constantly develops new shapes and components, so going through it all would be impossible. Regardless, all ammunition is classified by size, called "gauge" in shotguns, and "caliber" in rifles and handguns. [2]

Case: [in shotguns] It is a small cilindrical piece made out of a tube of common plastic or sturdy paper (the red/blue/colored part) that holds the multiple projectiles to be fired (shots), with a metallic base (the primer) composed of brass (copper and zinc) or steel (iron and carbon). [in rifles] The case is called cartridge case, and it is composed by brass as well. [2]

Powder (or propellant): They are usually Nitroclelullose (handguns), Nitroclelullose/Nitrogliceryn (rifles) and Nitroclelullose/Nitrogliceryn/Nitroguanidyn (long range rifles) [3]. Oversimplifying, organic molecules containing nitro groups (present in Nitroclelullose, Nitrogliceryn and Nitroguanidyn) are really unstable; these chemical groupaments are highly reactive in face of many scenarios. If enough energy is provided (by heating, or mechanical contact and pertubation) they will enter a decompostion process, breaking and reacting with their own bonds spontaneously, liberating gases such as H2O, N2 and CO2. These mentioned gases are much more stable compared to the original organic coumponds, so the atoms will "prefer" to form these species if the conditions are set (thus, a spontaneous reaction). This increases pressure inside the shell and forces the projectile to leave violently as a result of gas expansion. [4] Shotgun powder is composed by potassium nitrate, charcoal and sulfur; a mixture known as "dark powder", and it is separated from the shot (projectiles; multiple balls of steel, lead, rubber, or really anything) by a small component called "wad". The same principle explained in the decomposition of organic nitro-compounds apply for the potassium nitrate present here, but only in the presence of sulfur (easier to melt and ignite), providing the necessary heat for potassium citrate to generate the oxygen needed, resulting in charchoal's combustion. [2]

Primer: Primers are a fundamental part of any ammunition, and yet a simple one. When a firing pin from the firegun hits them, sparkles and heat will be produced, which gives the propellent all requiered energy for the chemical reaction. It is, when the action lever is pulled, the firing pin is tensioned by a spring inside the gun. When the trigger is pulled, this firing pin hits rapidly the ammunition's primer (metallic base). [5]

Figure 3. Shotgun firing pin scheme. [5]

The discussion of differents powders/propellents (like smokeless powder), projectiles shapes (in rifle cases) and firegun types (other than rifle and shotgun) is being ignored.

All that must be known is: the trigger pulling promotes a mechanical impact against the ammunition base, which promotes chemical reactions that liberate great amounts of gases, increasing the pressure inside the case, what will pushes the projectile(s) inside foward with great speed.

2.2. The Shotgun - Means to An End

We now restrain ourselfs to the firegun. Let us take a look on the following images:

Figures 4-9 (left to right, top to bottom). Shotguns' takes from Like Minds (2006).

Main considerations:

The shotgun used by Mr. Colbie isn't the same one used by Nigel/Alex in the train scene. We can clearly point that by the number of barrels, i.e., two barrels contaning two projectiles (killing Nigel's mother and father without visible activation) in its first appearance, and only a single one in its second appearance. Maybe this has been discussed before.

It is not a narrative problem if we have the eyes for it. Nigel's father possesses two shotguns, so we assume Nigel went back and grabbed the single-barrel one before going after Alex.

The reloading thing would be important during the bedroom scene, between the moments where John shoots his wife and Alex picks up the gun from the floor. There would be no way of aciddentially shooting Mr. Colbie wihout Alex pulling the action on the second barrel (how would he know which one of the barrels were loaded and why Mr. Colbie would only activate one of the two barrels? It appears he wasn't using the shotgun to merely scare his family). Perhaps the double barrel shotgun used has some individual firing feature, perhaps.

Also, the single barrel shotgun is the same one used by John when Alex and Nigel first accessed the hidden baseament together. This isn't of great relevance though.

After a compulsive research in gun sale sites and over 900 models of shotguns (no joking), I'm inclined to believe that Nigel's single barrel shotgun is an Era 410 GA Single Shot Break Action. My conclusions is based on Figures 6 and 9, the shotgun's best takes throughout the entire movie. The important details are: a single barrel, with rounded trigger guard that ends exactly where the wooden stock begins, by a rounded break action lever with squarish shape that leans horizontally to the receiver and a rectangular like forestock. Other smaller details are: the receiver's top shape and really curved back, the declination present on the stock and the three screws' position and size.

The engraved symbols on Colbie's receiver are sculpted by a profssional artist called "engraver", by client's demand. Therefore, these sigils are decorative and probably carry some meaning to the shotgun's real owner, so they aren't a discrepancy to worry about. The frame I acquired (Figure 9) is of poor quality and there's nothing I can read in there besides one or two letters. I've tried to watch the movie in other internet sites but it didn't help that much.

It took me forever, but here it is [6], [7]. There are also youtube videos revewing this gun in the Extra section.

Figures 10-13. Era 410 GA Single Shot Break Action Shotgun. [6]

Note: @laurelwen successfully identified Nigel's firegun as a Boito .410. The text engraved on the shotgun's receiver in Figure 9, in fact, reads "Boito". Check it out on this post. Look up Extra Bibliography No. 7 in the shotgun's section as well.

Shotguns are a really old type of gun from the 16th century. Their mechanisms were adjusted during following centuries, but they remain still to date with an extremely simple way of function. Today, there are many types, including the single-shots and hand shotguns, much different than what was originally conceived. A break shotgun is capable of "breaking in half" for reloading, exposing its ejector/extractor and barrel interior just as many other fireguns. [8]

Figure 14. Break action shotgun anatomy. [9]

The Era 410 GA possesses a specially long length of barrel, which helps projectiles to achieve maximum velocity before leaving. Still, it appears from my research that this is a second hand model with low price, low demand and little historical relevance. This is the type of gun that would be bought mainly by collectors and enthusiasts; however, because of its little weight, good shooting and minimalist elegance, this firegun is not one of the worst models out there for small amateur animal hunting.

A 410 (10.41 mm, one smallest shot diameter in the market) with great pattern of dispersion after the discharge isn't bad, so at medium distances most projectiles would succesfully hit the center of a target. This is not very good when we're talking about a point-blank discharge directly at Nigel's face.

3. The Investigation

Figure 15. "If they had any evidence, I wouldn't be talking to you, would I?"

Authorities arrive at the dark, umid and isolated train tracks. Immediatly, a shocking scene: a desperate young man holding in his arms the corpse of a dead boy, disfigured. They transport the living witness away from the scene, but the lying unknown and deformed body is extracted for further autopsy. Detective McKenzie takes over with Forensic Psychiatrist Sally to interrogate the surviving suspect, Alex Forbes.

After the initial approach and first hours of interaction, the case takes an unexpected form. The question now is, did Alex Forbes shoot the now identified Nigel Colbie alone, or did Colbie participated in his own killing to incriminate Alex?

The police wastes its time thinking about common scenarios described in the book. They know the victim, the place where it happened, the exact gun used and the main suspect. Everything comes down to answering the presented question. Psycological attempts of extracting an answer from Alex by closed sessions with Sally, it is, to try and build a thrust and comfort relation with the suspect in order to obtain a confession would be protocol. But Alex clearly is beyond that, and if we must say, he's in control the whole time.

All that is left for the police is to attach towards factual evidences. Now, we describe two fundamental forensic elements of a gun-related crime.

Gunshot Residues (GSRs)

GSRs are one of the strongest evidences when it comes to forensic studies. Being composed of burnt and unburnt organic or inorganic particles from the explosive primer from the shell, propellant and possibly fragments of the bullet, cartridge case, and even the firearm, they frequently contain elements such as Sb (antimony), Ba (barium), Pb (lead) or Zn (zinc), Cu (cooper), and Ti (titanium). Their deposition concentrates away from the firearm into the shooter's (arms, face, hands and chest mainly) and victim's (region of contact mainly) bodies. GSRs can be found in nearby surfaces as well, such as the floor, ceiling, walls, objects, clothes, etc. The direct deposition of these residues must be carefully used as evidence because of its irregular distribution on the surrounding enviroment after the discharge. Thus, the main factors are always the chemical composition and concentration spots. Shotgun shots (the small spherical projectiles) are usually made up of lead or lead/antimony, but some ammunitions use steel, zinc-plated steel, tungsten and bismut in substitution (So, in our case, we can expect more significant ammounts of antimony/lead or zinc, iron and carbon). [10], [11]

A 410 ammunition is classified as "birdshots" ammunition, used for hunting said animals. The little diameter of projectiles allows the carrying of multiple projectiles inside one shell, facilitating the execution of small moving targets. The potential damage mustn't be underrated, though.

The aforementioned substances/elements can be detected, investigated, and quantified using microscopy, chemical analytical and chemometric methods, such as Scanning Electron Microscopy (SEM), Energy Dispersive X-Ray Spectroscopy (EDS), Atomic Absorption Spectroscopy (AAS) and Energy Dispersive X-Ray Fluorescence (EDXRF). All these techniques are extensively known and applied in uncountable areas of science for identification and characterization of solid materials. In a nutshell, these methods revolve around the interaction of matter with radiation (such as X-Rays) and the energy absorved/emitted by it after the interaction. The SEM is a most usefull analysis for it can provide real images of micro structures and particles present above any surface, like clothings, skin, fifregun metal and others, if properly prepared. [10]

It is important to understand that these identification methods are of extreme precision and sensibility, it is, minimal concentrations can and will be detected inneviatbly.

Figure 16 and 17. (Left) Image of gunshot powder residues dispersed in the air after discharge. Top left and (Right) images refer to SEM "photos" of extremely small particles of GSRs that can be chemically analyzed. [12], [13]

What about the lifespan of these residues? In long terms, the shooter's trigger hand (right hand) seems to contain most of the residues that persist for a fair amount of time after the discharge. [10] Unffortunately, the mentioned study occured in controlled enviroments, which is not the case. Another work [14] concludes that most GSRs are lost after two-four hours from the discharge. Considering the fast action from authorities described in the movie, we can basically ignore this factor and consider other variables.

Figure 18. "All I can tell you, was that the heavens were falling. And the sound... it was incredible. It was like the Gods were rejoicing for what was done."

Backspatter Material (BM)

Figure 19. Distribution of Forward Spatter and Backspatter caused by a shot at a biological target. [1]

We hereby exclude the forward spatter, it is, the biological material projected fowards with the projectile (to the back of Nigel's head), for its little relevance, since we're not questioning the type of gun or ammunition used; we assume that Alex is describing a resonable scenario that matches with the actual damage done to Nigel. There are no consistent reasons to question this since everythings seems to support Alex's description of this.

BM comes from the combined forces of several interacting wound and ballistics effects. The collapse of the wound cavity and balance of resulting overpressure, the stream of liquid and tissue particles accelerated along the lateral surface of the projectile, the shot's contact and ejection of muzzle gases out of the entry wound from the powder cavity... Every surrouding surface must be investigated, that is, even the shotgun barrel's interior. This small ambience is fairly protected from external pertubations and houses BM from the shot. Considering the poximity with Nigel's face, we can almost assure to encounter biological material with DNA inside. The bellow mentioned study cites another work where a 9 mm pistol cointaned backspatter material from test targets even at a distance larger than 1 meter, much greater then the few inches that separated Nigel's face from the barrel. [1]

Matter of fact, this biological material can pass by processes of Organ Tissue Identification (OTI) and Body Fluid Identification (BFI) if Nigel's identity was at question, or if we desire to understand more profundly the projectile's damage caused to his skull/face/tissue. [1]

Figure 20. "None of what I've heard makes him a murderer."

So, how can we gather this up to develop the investigation? Utilizing only these two fundamental concepts, we can make a few assumptions.

The big question here is if whether or not Nigel's hands were present by Alex's when the trigger was pulled, which would lead the police to support or oppose Alex's narrative. Chemical examination with organic solvents (which won't cause preocupant harm to a dead body) and analytical methods could immediatly point to the presence of GSRs or biological/non biological BM. If Nigel's hands were elevated in his head level (or superior) in the instant of discharge, trace amounts of discussed metals/elements coming from the firing mechanism and ammunition, as weel as little to some biological material, would definetly be found in his hands and forearm skin since there was no clothing covering. Any substance found in his hands/forearm could be microanalytical compared to the ones present in Alex's hands, clothes and face as well. This could be done with really small samples of fresh skin. On the other hand, if Nigel's arms were lowered at the instant of discharge, we could still expect the presence of GSRs in his arms (yet, in less amounts) but the abssence of backspatter materials most certantly. This would classify Alex as a murderer without excuses, even if he alleged that Nigel asked for it.

In the scenario where Alex discharges at Nigel from a great distance (configuring simply murder) we could note the abssence of GSRs in every part of Nigel's body except for the targeted region (perhaps if they were at a greater distance to each other) and the presence of these GSRs in Alex, but in much higher concentration.

But the enviromnent's conditions are of primordial importance. Nigel and Alex stand in an open area, with considerable wind, heavy rain and gravel soil. The heavy rain could simply carry way much of these residues from Alex's body, clothes and Nigel's hands as well. Most GSR would probably be lost to those conditions and its deposite upon the soil's surface would be extremely hard to be quantitatively analized due to unknown degrees (elevated) of impurities and diverse materials and dirt present, but qualitative tests would still be valid.

The knowledge about the victim, crime scene, shooter, exact firegun and time of the tragic event allied with the fast action from authorities saves most of the police's efforts on identifiying and tracking down evidences. However, what remains still offers a challenge. The best evidence here, GSRs left by the discharge, would be of questionable help considering the presence of heavy rain in sight. Still, analitical quantities of them, if detected in Nigel's skin by proper chemical and espectroscopy-related analysis, can be used to comparate probable ammounts present in Alex's clothing and skin (despite the difficult of such). With that being said, the police would find themselves in a much more complex case of muder/assisted suicide, and further evidences and information about their relationship and recent whereabouts would ineviatably need to be extracted from external sources (such as parents, school's employess, close friends and students). Despite all this, Alex's final acting of removing Susan's body and disapearing from sight (not to mention the card left in Sally's car) immediatly sustent his guilt in a case where he already was the main suspect and basically confirmed criminal. And you know, breaking into a cemetery and extracting a corpse from its grave is definetly worth of some jail time. The Colbie's House Murder would certainly incriminate Alex for homicide as well, and the current Brotherhood's little political influence wouldn't prevent him from this destiny, as it appears. But the case is not over.

Further evidences were to be discussed, if it was not for the dissapearing of Alex Forbes.

The subject now roams unknowingly through England with mysterious intents. Its participation on the described case still lacks formal arguments and the Court should now approve his arrest warrant and search decree. Alex Forbes will most probably live to perpetrate the deluded fantasy responsable for the death of three young students in order to carry the sacred holy burden of an ancient templar bloodline.

Yet, we pray.

Who's the enemy now? We are.

4. Bibliography

[1] Euteneuer J, Courts C. Ten years of molecular ballistics-a review and a field guide. Int J Legal Med. 2021 Jul;135(4):1121-1136. doi: 10.1007/s00414-021-02523-0. Epub 2021 Feb 16. PMID: 33594457; PMCID: PMC8205864. [2] https://spotterup.com/how-ammo-works/ [3] Serol, M.; Ahmad, S.M.; Quintas, A.; Família, C. Chemical Analysis of Gunpowder and Gunshot Residues. Molecules 2023, 28, 5550. https://doi.org/10.3390/molecules28145550 [4] Guanchao Lan, Jing Li, Guangyuan Zhang, Jian Ruan, Zhiyan Lu, Shaohua Jin, Duanlin Cao, Jianlong Wang, Thermal decomposition mechanism study of 3-nitro-1,2,4-triazol-5-one (NTO): Combined TG-FTIR-MS techniques and ReaxFF reactive molecular dynamics simulations, Fuel, Volume 295, 2021, 120655, ISSN 0016-2361, https://doi.org/10.1016/j.fuel.2021.120655. [5] https://www.hunter-ed.com/national/studyGuide/How-the-Shotgun-Shoots/201099_92815/ [6] https://www.invaluable.com/auction-lot/era-410-ga-single-shot-break-action-shotgun-131-c-8284a72a5b [7] https://firearmland.com/item/1079096107 [8] https://www.letsgoshooting.org/resources/articles/shotgun/meet-the-shotgun/ [9] https://www.atf.gov/firearms/firearms-guides-importation-verification-firearms-ammunition-and-implements-war-top-break [10] Virginie Redouté Minzière, Céline Weyermann, Organic and inorganic gunshot residues on the hands, forearms, face, and nostrils of shooters 30 min after a discharge. Science & Justice, Volume 64, Issue 5, 2024, Pages 557-571, ISSN 1355-0306, https://doi.org/10.1016/j.scijus.2024.08.002. [11] Joshua Hallett, Michael Stolk, Michael Cook, K. Paul Kirkbride, Examination of gunshot residue arising from shotgun cartridges containing steel, bismuth or tungsten pellets. Forensic Science International, Volume 306, 2020, 110096, ISSN 0379-0738, https://doi.org/10.1016/j.forsciint.2019.110096. [12] https://www.bka.de/EN/OurTasks/SupportOfInvestigationAndPrevention/ForensicScience/PhysicalEvidence/Homicide/GunshotResidue/gunshotresidue_node.html [13] Francesco Saverio Romolo, Pierre Margot, Identification of gunshot residue: a critical review. Forensic Science International, Volume 119, Issue 2, 2001, Pages 195-211, ISSN 0379-0738, https://doi.org/10.1016/S0379-0738(00)00428-X. [14] Jalanti, T & Henchoz, P & Gallusser, Alain & Bonfanti, M.S.. (1999). The persistence of gunshot residue on shooters’ hands. Science & justice : journal of the Forensic Science Society. 39. 48-52. 10.1016/S1355-0306(99)72014-9.

Extra

random materials, take a look

1. Chemistry of Explosives (book pdf) https://link.springer.com/chapter/10.1007/978-1-4612-0589-0_5 2. ERA 410 GA video 1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lGWm2aaWVAc&ab_channel=SteadFastCourage 3. ERA 410 GA video 2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2S16C5Y6lxY&ab_channel=esquad540 4. Quick discussion about Smokeless Powder on r/guns https://www.reddit.com/r/guns/comments/1tawwm/things_i_want_you_to_know_about_smokeless_powder/#:~:text=Because%20of%20something%20called%20oxygen,and%20temperatures%2C%20leading%20to%20fouling. 5. A little on the kinetic energy of specific projectiles (everything applies here as well) https://nodoroc.com/d/node/20 6. A little more on ammunition Caliber https://www.globalsecurity.org/military/systems/munitions/bullets2-types.htm#google_vignette

For the sake of archieving, here are some shotguns I've separated to double check during my research until the Era 410 GA appeared. Curious enough, number 7, called "boito", appears to be another common name given to Era 410. Woops.

1. https://www.bidsquare.com/online-auctions/north-american-auction/victor-break-action-single-shot-12-ga-shotgun-4988316 2. https://www.crescentcityauctiongallery.com/auction-lot/stevens-arms-.410-gauge-single-shot-break-open-sh_9F84899825 3. https://palmettostatearmory.com/jts-shotguns-single-shot-410-bore-26-single-shot2.html 4. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Stoeger-Coach-Gun.jpg 5. https://www.gunsinternational.com/guns-for-sale-online/shotguns/harrington-richardson-shotguns/h-r-bay-state-20-ga.cfm?gun_id=103017190 6. https://www.bankstowngunshop.com.au/product/12g-unknown-model-unknown-single-barrel-blued-wood-28-barrel-poor-condition/ 7. https://www.bankstowngunshop.com.au/product/410-boito-model-reuna-28-single-barrel-blued-timber-3-chamber-sec9622/ 8. https://www.bankstowngunshop.com.au/product/12g-harrington-richardson-model-1908-single-32-barrel-blued-wood/ 9. https://www.bankstowngunshop.com.au/product/12g-norinco-model-std-single-barrel-30-shotgun-great-condition/

10. https://www.bankstowngunshop.com.au/product/12g-raick-freres-model-unknown-single-barrel-30-shotgun-belgium/ 11. https://gritrsports.com/henry-repeating-arms-single-shot-12ga-shotgun-h015-12 12. https://www.tmguns.co.uk/store/p1418/Tomas_Agote%2C_Eibar_12G_single_hammer_ejector_shotgun.html 13. https://www.tmguns.co.uk/store/p1659/Vanguard_Game%2FVermin_.410_hammer_ejector_single_barrel.html 14. https://www.tmguns.co.uk/store/p1290/Astra_Ciclope_12G_single_barrel_hammergun.html 15. https://www.tmguns.co.uk/store/p1883/Rossi_Game%2FVermin_20G_single_hammer_ejector_shotgun.html 16. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Stevens_511_Shotgun.jpg 17. https://www.gunsinternational.com/guns-for-sale-online/shotguns/harrington-richardson-shotguns/harrington-richardson-44-smoothbore.cfm?gun_id=102901609

thank you for reading

[dykedvonte]

What do you think might have happened, if Curly wasn't disabled in the crash? Or, at lest, not as badly hurt? What would the crew dynamic be like in this case?

-💀

If Curly was still able to be an active Captain? Things would be a lot better but still very uncomfortable.

Curly sort of acted like the glue for the crew. No matter what people say, a big reason that everyone played nice was due to his presence, no one other than Jimmy really went out of their way to undermine that. I think the biggest difference is how he's holding them together. He's not unstable per say, but he's so single minded now. If a problem arisses he won't rest until it's "fixed" to an objective extent. He's trying to get them home, likely obssessively staying in the cockpit trying to figure out if he can reach headquarters or get a signal when not obssessing over other minor issues.

Daisuke gets honest about his fear a lot faster. I feel it's both directly related to how much Curly has changed but also realizing he can't see the bright side of every aspect in this situation. I mean, seeing as Curly is active, he now knows what Jimmy did and tried to do and realized just how bad things can get. The situation has always been serious to him but now it's so much harder to find any light anywhere. Gets in on Swansea’s drinking habits heavier and it’s the only thing keeping him from completely breaking in a sad way. Sad jester vibes but starts to take more charge and get into his work. Swansea doesn’t like how similar they are getting.

Swansea wouldn't drink as much. I think they still break into the supply but it's only because he hopes something there will help. Swansea has almost no hope of being rescued so why die as a good man? I think with Curly around he's not as bitter or cynical but more snippy, mad that Curly’s trying to keep procedure and a sense of normalcy. It’s appreciated in the same way you like when someone is nagging you.

Anya is relieved in a hollow sense of the word. Curly is doing more aware and hyper focused on action protecting the crew and finding solutions… but where is the satisfaction in it taking this? She’s sees all his problems and issues and is both disappointed and a bit concerned. Everyone missed his signs and it’s a bit frightening how stressed he was to be leading them. She’s more open to saying her ideas, louder and looks for solutions rather than be shut down. She is still terrified about the baby, it’s always there in her mind now that it isn’t just avoiding Jimmy’s ire. She’s wants to get rescued and is always looking for ways to get out mainly because she doesn’t want to die with her doctorate but also she wants the normalcy. This won’t be her last moment.

Jimmy. Think he’s dead but that’s a cop out. He’s a coward and unless he got stuck in he’s still gonna be crashing out in that hallway. They lock him up and the only reason he’s still not dead is the agreement he deserves to face legal repercussions and his life actually be ruined. He’s quiet and fuming and still trying to ask for one last chance from Curly. They go way back. Their only friends. You know me… He’s in a similar state like towards the end of the game. Unhinged, desperate, to self absorbed to see it’s over. He’s only somewhat civil to Curly and tries his damnedest to get into his head and spit venom.

I honestly think things go smoother, tensions are lowered but so many more interpersonal and personal demons come to the light. We never get to explore the other characters with Jimmy because he doesn’t care but with Curly? It’s gonna be e like a trauma dumping circle.

[wishlands]

there’s nothing you have to do. there’s nothing for you to do. creation is finished, what is there left for you to “try” and manifest? there is no need to try & no need to attempt — only the need to accept your guaranteed, inevitable success.

don’t check for results or proof, creation is done. don’t obssessively affirm, creation is done. don’t seek out movement, creation is done. don’t look for new signs, creation is done. you’ve already passed the finish line! there is nothing left for you to do!!

you have your desires NOW, whether or not they show up in the 3d yet. this is an objective fact of life, so live like it. you don’t have to do anything if not just be, and enjoy having all your desires fulfilled. ♡

[moonwatcher2005]

Chapter 1: One last time

Recap

You never thought that you would end up back here, where seemingly everything started. A new world, a new beginning, and one fateful day, the end.

Change used to be scary for you, the uncertainty, the unknown, but now it doesn't bother you as much. The meaning of change, for you, is now something positive, something necessary.

You know deep down that it has to be this way, after all, your fate has already been decided the second you returned.

The feeling of nostalgia washed over you in gentle waves, and despite feeling sadness, you also felt happiness. Saddness that it has ended a long time ago, but also happiness knowing that it did happen.

‘Close your eyes and enjoy it. One day, all of this will en,d and you might never get to enjoy it the way you do now’ you tell yourself as the wind plays with your hair the sun dances on your skin, the gras moves in waves of green and the leafes of the trees rustle, like music the elements come together to play a song. Just for you.

“Thank you. It’s magnificent,” you lean back into the grass and let your eyes rest. When you hear footsteps approach you, you open them back up.

“Whoah . . . “A few feet away from you, a man, clutched in his arms a canvas, his clothes smudged with colors, and on his face an expression of wonder and something akin to amazement.

And for a while, you both stare at each other in silence.

“Hello,” you smile,” would you like to join me?”

Petrichor was a quaint region, beautiful buildings unique to this part of Fontaine, away from the buzz of the court of Fontaine, a perfect place for an artist like Dante.

When Dante was but a young boy, he had liked the fast-paced life in the court of Fontaine, but as he grew, he found that he preferred the quiet beauty of nature and eventually settled in Petrichor and pursued his dreams of becoming an artist. Although his art pieces, which mainly depicted the island, seemed to have made Petrichor even more popular among tourists and before he knew it, his home would be swarmed by tourists in the summer.

Dante made sure to gather all his art supplies before he left his home: a canvas, a plethora of paints, brushes, and a wooden easel that had been splattered with every color of the rainbow.

Just a few days ago, Dante had come across a place close to the water that was lush with green grass and soft sand, in his eyes, the perfect place to paint a new painting. Inspiration has gripped his mind, and he couldn't stop dreaming about painting it.

Dante’s obssession with art has always been a special topic of interest, especially for his parents but their troubles with their ‘weird’ child would no longer plage their mind as they had another son that would eventually take over the buissness and so Dante escaped his fate of becoming a boring shop owner that would sell tea until he died.

Motivated by his love for art and his recent inspiration, Dante walked to his chosen spot, only to stop as he noticed a person lying in the grass. Slightly demotivated, he walked towards her.

‘Ugh, what is she doing in my spot? I wasn't planning on drawing a person, that would disturb the composition of the painting I’ve been dreaming of! Maybe I’ll just ask her real nicely to leave.’

And before Dante could actually complain out loud, his breath hitched as he saw her face, a face that would seem to be impossible to recreate, something surreal, etheral and Dante, who exclusivly painted Landscapes and objects, felt for the first time the need to paint a person, and who else but her. The girl was lying in the grass.

“Whoa . . .” Unconsciously, he gawked at her, and when she opened her eyes, he thought he was staring at the creator herself.

“Hello,” her smile was just as beautiful as her voice “, Would you like to join me?” she asked, and at first I didn't believe that she was indeed talking to me.

“Can I paint you?” The words left my mouth before I could even begin to think to answer her question, so I questioned her instead. For a moment, she looked surprised but then let out a soft laugh.

“Sure”

“O-Oh really?? Uhm, I'm sorry but... he hesitated a bit before he asked, “Are you perhaps the creator?”

She stared at me for a while, and I couldn't help but squirm under her gaze. Her gaze wanders

“The god of art once described the creator as having a surreal appearance and one that could never be replaced or replicated by a mortal. ”

I remember the many lessons I have undergone to learn as much as possible about the creator, and the god of art has indeed described the creator as such in his journal.

“He said no mortal could replicate her face. Are you a mortal?”

“If I told you I was immortal, how could you be sure I was telling the truth? Perhaps you would need to kill me to find out the truth,” she said playfully. She turned her head back to the sky and wordlessly raised her arm. It was then that Dante noticed the scars, painful and jagged, charged with electricity. Tenderly, she caressed them.

“Do gods scar? Even if they did, how would you know? How can a mortal who has never come into direct contact with a god claim that gods do not scar? Why do you keep talking when you know nothing?” Dante sat down next to her and stared at her.

“You’re right... How could we know?” he said solemly and returned to his thoughts, when suddenly he remembered a conversation with a tourist.

“Have you heard? They caught an impostor wearing the Creator's face in Mondstadt!”

“Really?”

“Yes! The Knights of Favonious tried to apprehend her, and during her escape, the Librarian marked her with electro”

Suddenly, Dante stuttered out, “ W-Wait, you're the impostor from Mondstadt,” he asked in panic.

Her face blank, she said nothing.

“If you're getting chased, why come here?! This place is swarmed with tourists at this time of year!”

“Because this place... reminds me of old, but not forgotten memories. A better time, a different age, and different people. Someone whom I admired, favored even but now . . . that person is no more and he will never be again, not like back then.” Her voice was somber, but she still smiled.

“I just needed a break, a reminder of why I came back.”

‘Came back? To where? Questions still lingered in his mind, but he couldn't bring himself to keep asking. He didn't know why, but he had a feeling that questioning her would lead to nowhere. Dante couldn't help but think about whether she is the creator or simply someone who looks like her; at the same time, he couldn't care less. It was clear she was someone; she just didn't want to say who, despite her refuting the claim of being the creator. Dante had a feeling that she was, in fact, the creator, even if she had scars.

“You know, it's kinda funny, everybody constantly talked about the creator, but we barely know anything about her. All we know is that she existed at some point before humanity, left, and then came to visit us a long time ago, only to disappear again. We don't know why she came, why she left, how she acted, what she said, what she wanted,” he whispered. “You're right. We know nothing.”

Note: I think if I pull through with this one, it's going to end up as a really long fic. Also getting my test results today, so I'm really nervous.

[jihef03]

So, uh...random question...What's you're top five Green Goblin variants throughout time. (Movies, shows, comics, etc.) And why?

My top 5 favorites Gobby uh

Let's go for it !

#5: Ultimate Green Goblin (comics)

Objectively it should be higher because we spend a lot of time with this version of Norman Osborn and he because he's literally fundamental for Peter's story here, this is one of the most thorought versions of the character. But tastes and affinities and all that. I've my reserves about this take clear several times here but let's get to the positives for a change. For one, no matter what I feel about swithcing from a dude in a weird suit and a mask to fire-bending monster, the concept of turning into a fiery fireball throwing demon is appealing is pretty rad. Like you get why Norman would get lost in that kind of power. He's also very creepy and scary and over the series Bendis really shows how everyone is scared shitless of Goblin, which is good, it's what you want from your Main Bad Guy. He's a bit convulated at times, with his relationship to Peter and Fury, so he's a bit less straightforward than Kingpin or Ock, but he also gets so raw, like Bendis really does get into the heart of the character. My favorite take on him is his appearance on «  Death of Spider-Man » tho. All pretenses, all the mindgames and ambitions are pretty much gone at this point, this is Norman at his core, he's both very dellusional and both very real about the situations : he has nothing left, only his hatred for Peter and that is terryfing

Top three are pretty evident tbh They can switches places on the podium depending on the mood but here we go

#4: Marvel ultimate Alliance 2's Green Goblin

See what I meant with « tastes and affinities » ? Objectively USM!Norman should be higher than this version, because this one ain't that deep. But there is an important distinction : I can play it.

Green Goblin is so rare in Spider-Man games that it's kind wild to get this version in larger-scale Marvel game, not necesserally focused on the web-slinger. Not only that, you can play it and his design is classic-design adjacent ??? Holy shit, this is like Christmas for me.

Design-wise, this is a top 5 Goblin design. Hell you could make the case it's the best one, especially for the modern era. It's got most of the elements of the classic suit, but with a slight updates to give the character a rougher and morbid edge, and it works sooo well. And as a playable character, he's really fun. Not so much in close combat but you get the fun gadgets, the glider works well and gives the character a unique way of traversal. This Green Goblin is pal with Venom too – the Gargan version so points for comic accuracy- and he's played by Doctor Nefarious, it's a treat.

#3: Green Goblin TAS

I didnt especially grew up with this one since I remember watching tv mostly since 2000 and the show was long finished back then. There were some reruns but Green Goblin appeared so rarely in that show that it was hard to get a feel of continuity about him. ( My first green goblin episode was the one where Harry takes the mantle for the first and I didnt like.) But I still managed to watch all the goblin episodes over the years.

What can I say, this a good to really good take on Norman / Goblin. The character is played a little more sympathetically than most iterations, but I thought it worked really well.I love how the show wasn' tafraid to lean into the weirder/tackier elements of the character like the garish costume and manic attitude but still gave the Goblin some intimidating edge. Neil Ross's performance in the double adds a lot. We also need the double-goblin glider back in some capacti.

#2: Sam Raimi 's Green Goblin

I mean c'm on. For many it's probably the best take on the character ever. As far as I'm concerned this version of the character is the one that started my obssession with it and the first movie is what started my love of Spider-Man as whole, so I own a lot it. And as is, this is a phenomenal take. This Green Goblin is sooo enjoyable , I love it to bits. He was also kind of my first «real villain kills people on-screen » so that really struck me to. Willem Dafoe's performance as been heavily praised so I'll just add that one thing that I really commande is injected of lot of humanity and emotion in Norman. I've always felt some sympathy for this version of the character, not a good man by any means but one with limitations, who realizes one day he's so much worse that he'd dare imagine. The costume fine, I thought it was quite badass as a kid. I like how he's such a good foil to Peter in this. Tho I guess this version owns a lot of its success on Willem Dafoe, again. Had they pick another actor, the whole could have fall like a pack of cards but they pick the right person for this.

Honorable mentions:

Lego Green Goblin from the first Marvel lego game for essentially the same reasons as MUA2 , and Noir's Green Goblin because I find the concept so interesting.

And now the number one !

1# Spectacular Spider-Man 's Green Goblin

Possibly the most competent version of the character. It's a version where I think Norman would have been sufficent himself but adding the Goblin persona really seals the deal. Perfect Norman voice. Great goblin voice, great costume.I love Norman's cold behavior, Goblin's zany attitude. The mind games the character do in the shows are treat. It's rare that the Goblin has been treated with such reverence I think. One some day I can prefer the double performance of Neil Ross and the more comfortable in campyness his take , or the rougher take of Dafoe's , but SSM ! Is so good. No version had done it better -or worse- since then for sure.

[personification-of-darkness]

loop just serves so much cunt inherently, the only way to stop it is by cartoonifying them into into goofy abstraction and even then sometimes they still manage. their design is just so fucking dramatic and gorgeous.. the lashes, the sparkles, the high contrast…. it’s hopeless

got it got it got it lashes sparkles constrast okay okay 📖✍️🫡 yeah like ive seen so many like custom ... original. ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. based off loop and every single one is so so good and its just like loops design is solid as concrete its just perfect. i do remember i one time saw a comic where they say "well at least YOU dont look like some ABSTRACT FETISH OBJECT" and ive never forgotten that ever its like oh huh yeah maybe they do.

The pose they do is just like.. such a perfect encapsulation of them...

^ this here j mean. like the body language is so extremely nonthreatening to the point it honestly makes me a bit uncomfortable! because their so carefully held back. that and the staring straight at you. they are withholding everything yet also know everything and see everything about you. LIKE. THEY LITERALLY *DO NOT HAVE CLOTHES ON* AND YET THAT DOESNT SEEM WEIRD. ITS TOTALLY NORMAL. WJICH IS JUST INSANE TO ME!!! HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO HAVE A CHARACTER LIKE THIS WHOS WEARING NOTHING AND NOT ONCE THROUGHOUT MY PLAYTHROUGH DID I FIND THAT ODD!!!!! INSANNITY!!!!

okay also because of this i noticed they have so they have the hatcbing around their shoulder chest area from the transition from black to grey. but they ALSO have white hatching lines all around their head! which i never noticed before and think is so cool and now a lot of ways people draw loop just like clicked into place for me seeing that!

the little fizzles the gradual gradient the eyelashes the eyes in the middle of the head firmly making you aware that they are not supposed to be entirely humanoid cause if they were thered be soace for a mouth ! the miscolored eyes the lower bit of their star head outline having darker outlines than rhe rest oughhhhhhhh sick over them i keeo trting to stop being so obssessed with them bit their just so so so ood

[llitchilitchi]

tonight has been such a great show of how the fans see c!Dream. the language surrounding him is dehumanizing, in the story, he is the book, he is kept in a vault, he is a monster - c!Q and c!Sam are seconds from calling him it, and the fandom reflects so many of these views. he is not a person with feelings, he is a monster, a predator stalking its prey, an obssessed beast. not human, never human with his very own motivations and goals and dreams who plans for something more. he never wans things for a reason that could not be seen as selfish desire, he is evil personified.

but the moment the language around him, by others in the story, the people who hold power over him reflect the lack of humanity that he should be granted, suddenly it is impossible to strip him of this human side. no, he cannot be in a vault, vault is for objects (like the revive book that everyone sees him as).

he is granted only as much humanity as people think he deserves to be punished further

[darknessisafriend]

Fanaticus- Commodus X male!Gladiator

Imagine if Commodus became a fanboy of a gladiator in the Colosseum , he becoems obssessed until he realizes it is love. chapter 1 here

Chapter 2 

The days that followed the gladiator's victory were a blur of games and royal duties for Commodus; yet, no matter how many spectacles he attended or the faces he saw, there was only one that lingered in his mind. The gladiator. That tall, broad-shouldered man with his wild blond hair and his cold, determined eyes. And surely the gladiator had felt a gaze on him, so powerful he felt like the next day an enemy deadlier than the others would take his life. 

Commodus found himself returning to the Colosseum more often, not because of the games themselves, but to see him...  

That gladiator was becoming an obsession in his thoughts, a constant presence in his mind, even when he was far from the arena. Each time the man fought, Commodus was there, his eyes glued to him, watching his every move, studying him like a piece of art he couldn’t quite understand but knew he had to possess. 

The gladiator’s fighting style, unlike anything the emperor had seen before, was something Commodus found both brutal and beautiful. He was quick, calculating, and deadly. He didn’t just fight for victory; he fought with a kind of purpose, as if the battle was an expression of something deeper, something beyond just survival. Commodus admired that. He admired the way the gladiator moved, the way his muscles rippled beneath the thin fabric of his tunic, the way he made every kill look effortless. The way he grinned at the crowd, making them cheer even more. But it wasn’t just his fighting that held Commodus’s attention. It was the man himself.  

At first, Commodus’s interest was masked by the public admiration any ruler might have for a successful gladiator. But it didn’t take long for it to grow into something far more personal. He began to send gifts to the gladiator, small tokens of his esteem. Fine clothes, food from the royal kitchens, a silver necklace even. Nothing too extravagant, but enough to let the gladiator know that he was noticed. Commodus had always been used to power, to people doing what he wanted because of who he was.  

But the gladiator was different. He didn’t beg for the emperor’s attention. He didn’t grovel or fawn., and it only made Commodus more intrigued. In fact, the gladiator barely acknowledged the gifts at all, leaving them untouched in his quarters. It troubled the gladiator much, it was nice to know his talent was appreciated but it reminded him of those courtesans and noble women, filling him with gifts after taking possession of his body to fill their lustful fantasies. It reminded him how much he didn’t belong to himself anymore but had an object of entertainment...a toy.  

It wasn’t until the gladiator’s next fight that the emperor decided to act. He had lost sleep and that could not keep going. There would be no subtlety, no gifts from behind the scenes or whispered words. Commodus would speak directly to the gladiator, and he would do so in front of the entire Colosseum. 

The fight was brutal, as usual, and when the gladiator victoriously stood in the center of the arena, bloodied but unbowed, holding the decapitated head of his adversary, the crowd erupted in cheers. Commodus’s heart pounded in his chest as he stood from his seat, his eyes fixed on the gladiator. Without hesitation, he made his way down to the arena floor, the crowd parting to make way for the emperor as he strode forward with purpose. 

The gladiator, still catching his breath, looked up in surprise as Commodus approached accompanied by the intimidating praetorian guards. The emperor’s gaze never wavered, locking onto him with an intensity that silenced the noise of the Colosseum around them. 

“You.” Commodus said, his voice ringing out clear and firm, but his face bore a smile, and his eyes lit like a boy meeting his hero “You’re unlike any gladiator I have ever seen.” 

The crowd quieted, sensing the tension in the air. The gladiator stood frozen, his hands had dropped everything to clench into a fists, unsure of how to respond to the emperor’s sudden attention. 

“I’ve watched you fight before.” Commodus continued, stepping closer, his words carrying over the arena like a declaration. “But today... today you showed something more. You fight with purpose. With passion. You are a true warrior.” he beamed. 

The gladiator’s eyes slightly narrowed; his wariness was evident. “I fight to survive, my lord.” he replied, his voice gruff from the exhaustion. He had heard much about the Emperor, and those were everything but praises. He mostly heard about him being a man-child, prone to anger and violence, sleeping with his sister. Even though, at first glance these rumors didn’t seem to be true. He surely had a boyish appearance, the air of a man used to people obey his every needs. 

A smile appeared on Commodus’s lips, but there was something fierce behind it. “And you do it well.” He paused, his gaze softening for a moment. “But it is not just survival that drives you, is it?” he asked, his eyes shining, eager to know the motivations of his favorite gladiator. 

The gladiator said nothing, though there was a flicker of something in his eyes. Commodus could see it, something deeper, something that made the gladiator more than just a fighter. And that, more than anything, drew Commodus in. 

The emperor’s hand gestured to the crowd, who were still watching in stunned silence. “I will reward you.” he said, “For your strength, your skill, your tenacity. You will have more than just gold and glory. You have earned my favor.” he spoke with a certain fondness, the cheering of the people bursting and becoming deafening. 

The gladiator bowed his head slightly, his heart racing. Such praises in front of all from the most powerful man in the world. He was willing to enjoy that favor to its bones, if necessary, but he knew he needed to keep his guard up. His eyes remained guarded, unsure if he could fully engage in Commodus's praise.  

Commodus, however, was undeterred. This was just the beginning. He would not let this gladiator slip through his fingers. 

With a final glance at the man who had ignited something inside him, Commodus turned and walked back toward the royal box, the crowd erupting into applause once more behind him. But as he ascended the steps, his thoughts remained fixed on the gladiator, the one man who had managed to intrigue him in a way that no one else ever had. 

The days following the public exchange in the arena were filled with whispers, rumors of the emperor’s fascination with the gladiator spread like wildfire through the Colosseum and the palace alike. But Commodus paid no attention to the talk. His mind was consumed by one thing: the gladiator. His gladiator. 

Every time the man fought, Commodus was there, seated in his box, eyes locked on the arena floor. He watched as the gladiator moved, as if the very air around him crackled with electricity. Commodus had seen many gladiators in his time, but none had affected him in such a way. The more he watched, the more he desired, not just his body, though that desire was undeniable, but the man himself, his strength, his resolve, his hidden vulnerability. 

One evening, Commodus could no longer stand the distance between them. His dreams filled with the most intense dreams; fighting alongside the gladiator in the grand arena, the public calling them ‘the new gods of Rome’ and other lustful dreams, the Emperor laying on his back as the gladiator ravished him. His thoughts during the day weren't any better and it started to affect his rule. So, he ordered that the gladiator be brought to him. 

When the gladiator entered the imperial chambers, he was met with the emperor’s piercing gaze. The man stood tall, his posture proud, but there was a tension in his shoulders, a wary look in his eyes. He had never been summoned to speak to the emperor outside of the arena, and now he was here, alone with the most powerful man in Rome. Commodus walked toward him slowly, his eyes never leaving the gladiator’s. “You’ve impressed me.” he said, his voice quiet, yet filled with command. “Your skill is unparalleled. And yet... there’s something more. Something I can’t ignore.” 

The gladiator stiffened. “My lord, I am but a servant of the games. I fight to survive. Nothing more.” he replied, perhaps sensing where the emperor was going. Sure, the emperor was a handsome man, it was undeniable. But he did not know him and the fear of the man forcing himself upon him terrified him, he would have no choice but comply or he would die. By the hands of the Emperor or of his praetorians. 

Commodus smirked, stepping closer until the gladiator was forced to look down at him. “Is that truly all? You may call it survival, but I see something else in your eyes when you fight. I see passion. And I...” He hesitated for a moment, his breath catching. “I want to understand it.” 

The gladiator swallowed hard, the weight of Commodus’s words pressing on him. He had felt the emperor’s gaze upon him many times in the arena, but now, in the privacy of this chamber, it was different. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension. There was something dangerous in Commodus’s voice, something seductive that made the gladiator want to step back and yet, at the same time, lean forward. So, he was seeing what he hid so preciously. 

“I am a gladiator.” the man said, his voice low and steady. “I do not belong in the palace. I fight for the crowds, for the games. And I will never be a pawn in your game, Emperor.” 

Commodus's lips twitched into a smile. He was pleased that the man had the courage and honesty to reply such words. “You are not a pawn. You are a prize.” 

The words hung in the air like a challenge. The gladiator’s heart raced, but he refused to show it. His mind was clouded with uncertainty. He had felt the emperor’s gaze on him more than once, it burned him, yet knowing the man watched his fights had become oddly comforting and it stirred something within him, a fire he couldn’t ignore. 

But the gladiator also feared what that fire might mean. Could it be more than just lust? Was it possible that Commodus saw something in him beyond his body, beyond his ability to kill? Or was the emperor simply obsessed with the idea of possession, of taking something he desired and discarding it once he had grown bored? 

“I’m no plaything.” the gladiator said, his voice firm, but the vulnerability in his eyes betrayed him. “If you seek to claim me, then you’re delusional. I won't let you use me as such; I don’t care if you were born with a golden spoon in your mouth. You won’t have me with just a snap of your fingers and discard me when your interest wanes. People like you get bored quickly by their toys.” 

Commodus’s smile had faltered; the brutal honesty of the gladiator had wounded him to the core. So that was how the slave saw him. It suddenly made Commodus feel guilty, selfish.  And the gladiator saw that flicker of in his eyes, something rare, something human. “I don’t discard what I want.” Commodus replied, his voice quieter now, but still intense. “And I want you.” 

The gladiator took a step back, trying to maintain his composure. “I’m not some object for your pleasure, Emperor. You may control the games, but you cannot control me.” 

Commodus’s eyes darkened. “You are wrong about one thing, gladiator. I never seek to control.”. He paused. “I seek... to understand. And I want to understand you.” His gaze softened slightly. “You are more than a fighter. And I see that.” 

The gladiator didn’t know what to make of the emperor’s words. Was this genuine? Or was it just the emperor’s desire to possess him, to make him another trophy? He longed to believe it, to trust that Commodus saw something in him beyond the bloodlust of the arena, but fear gnawed at him. Fear that, when the emperor grew bored, he would be discarded, forgotten like so many others. 

“You request to understand me, to want me. Yet in all these days you haven’t even asked me for my real name.” he pointed out, lifting his chin proudly, sending another shot to the Emperor, to show him how foolish he was. The colors left Commodus’ face, a boyish hair appearing again, then a blush appearing on his cheeks. His knuckles became white, and for a moment he could not look at the slave in the eyes, ashamed.  

“This certainly doesn’t show me in a proper light...” he scoffed with a bitter smile “What is your name ‘Celt’?” he asked looking up at him once again. 

“Aingeal Tuiteamach  ” Instantly replied the blond man, his eyes filling with pride. Here was that gaze Commodus loved, one that perhaps reminded of himself. 

“Aingeal...” he tried the name on his tongue a few times, getting accustomed to the foreign accent. He smiled, feeling rejoiced at knowing his name, he was surely the only one to know, he thought. It made him feel closer to the man and made him desire even more to know everything about him. His story, what made him laugh, what made him cry. 

The gladiator had remained silent as he listened to his name being spoken. For how many years he hadn’t heard it spoken so sweetly, with such respect...but no he didn’t want to be fooled “I will not be your plaything, Commodus,” the gladiator firmly repeated, his voice low but resolute. “I will not fall to your whims.” 

Commodus’s face hardened. He had expected resistance, though not as intensely but something about the gladiator’s defiance only stirred his desire more. “We shall see.” he murmured, stepping back. “But know this, you have caught my attention, and once that happens, there is no turning back.” 

As the gladiator turned and left the room, Commodus stood still, watching him go. He knew that the gladiator’s resistance was a challenge to be overcome, boundaries to break, vulnerability... but something in the man’s eyes had struck him deeply. This wasn’t just a conquest. This was something more, something that Commodus was determined to unravel. 

I hope you enjoyed this second chapter, longer and diving into Commodus obssessive personnality! looking forward to your comments <3

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[neometalpussy]

dark souls fans are the worst because theyre so obssessed with the Objectively Correct Lore Breakdown when this is a series thats very up to interpretation and also mostly focused on the themes. the themes god damn it!!!! what about the themes of the text, what is dark souls trying to say!!!! fuck!!!!! and dont get me STARTED on bloodborne