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Save me Star Trek Bloopers…. Star Trek Bloopers save me…

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Star Trek conventions are so funny. After I got an autograph from somebody, I went to an empty table nearby so I could set my stuff down for a second while I put my autograph in a protective sleeve, and I hear somebody yell at Ethan Peck (whose table is across from the empty table) "HEY HOT SPOCK!" and I turn around because I want to know who the fuck just said that. And it was Jonathan Frakes.

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Another pretty dress lady. This model is a vampire bat sporting a gown inspired by various different Victorian mourning apparel.

I feel like I want to keep doing more of these bats

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When people write Star Trek fic with the characters living in the 2010s-2020s, are those considered historical AUs instead of modern AUs? Since to them that's history from hundreds of years ago.

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this line from time's arrow 2 always cracks me up because 1) this look on gates is everything to me and 2) her delivery is so sincere that riker is just like

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the thing that bothers me with 7 deadly sin based characters is when they cant decide if they embody the sin by suffering from it or by drawing it out of others. ie. if your gluttony demon is a guy who loves eating then your lust demon should be a gooner sex pest. and if your lust demon is a seductive girlboss then your gluttony demon should be a 5 star chef. does this make sense.

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gif not mine

Y/N: Fight me!

Daryl, snorting: You’re half my size. Whaddaya gonna do? Kick my ankle?

-later-

Rick: What’s wrong with Daryl?

Y/N, proudly: I kicked him.

Daryl, hunched over in a chair: Def’nitely not my ankle.

Y/N: Yeah, we may not be able to have kids in the future.

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Beat (2000) | Norman Reedus as Lucien Carr

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“eldritch horror beyond your comprehension” and it’s just a generic monster with tentacles and eyes

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Cenobite Headcannons (+some fun Priest Headcannons)

Headcannons - Some Pinhead x Reader involved

Genre: Fluff (?)

CW/TWS: None of

Word count: 2,036

Are naturally very refined. Goes without saying but they have good hygiene.

The Priest is a being of great experience and wisdom, why would the tolerate being filthy?

Cenobite’s bodies no longer produce sweat so they don’t exactly have any BO. They all produce a natural vanilla smell that is often masked by the smell of coppery blood and fresh gore, but still detectable. The scent is the strongest when they have freshly washed off or if you’re very close to their skin.

The smell is the strongest around their neck, where it’s produced the most. They smell like a Bath and Bodywork’s lotion up there

The Priest does not tolerate most bodily fluids. Blood is fine but will not tolerate urine or feces. Vomit is something they’re used to being around seeing as people tend to vomit when under extreme amounts of pain but it’s still not something they want on them. Can tolerate spit but will not react kindly to being spit on.

They know every language ever to have been spoken on earth as well as languages that have only been spoken in Hell.

They produce no body heat but are not naturally cold either. The Priest’s body will match the temperature of wherever they currently are.

The Priest has no name, only their title. Cenobites are not given names normally because they are not like humans. There are not enough of them to really require names to tell each other apart. High ranking Cenobites (such as the Priest) have their official titles that they are referred to by for both respect reasons and just general recognitions of power.

While birth names are not given it is more common to see nicknames form. These nicknames normally generate from the physical appearance of Cenobite. The best examples of this would be with Chatterer or Butterball. They both have official titles as members of the Order, but among lower ranking Cenobites the nicknames have become more popular. If anyone tries to call said Cenobites by these nicknames though the responses will likely not be positive.

Cenobites are naturally sexless and for the most part genderless. As they are transformed into Cenobites from their human bodies any genitals are removed or sealed.

The Priest themself have nothing. They are- for lack of a better term- like a Ken doll down there.

It’s impossible to tell what gender they might have been when they were human for they have both feminine and masculine features. One could easily label them as handsome or beautiful and both work.

The Priest’s voice is just as ambiguous. It’s very similar to 2022 Hellraiser’s Pinhead and their voice. Deep, resonating, slightly feminine with sub vocals. Very enchanting.

That being said, their appearance and clothing is more similar to the original.

Lemerchand’s box works slightly differently than in the book and movies. Those who touch the box hear an enchanting melody that almost lulls them into a false sense of security. It’s so beautiful they might not even realize they are opening the box. If the person lets go of the box then the melody instantly stops and the person suddenly cannot remember what it sounds like, only that it was beautiful. It’s mostly a built in insurance to tempt someone back into at least picking the box up again.

The box is also naturally tempting to those who want more from life. Those who are desperate for pleasure, power, and even pain. Just looking at the box can be enough to lock someone in.

For those who are not so deprived then the box is a lot less tempting. There is no natural pull, no whispering voices telling that person to open the box. The Lament configuration doesn’t want people that are not worthy.

That isn’t to say those people still can’t open the box by mistake, or just plain curiosity.

Once the box is completely solved then a schism is opened, a gateway between earth and hell, and the Order of the Gash come through to collect whatever soul summoned them. Most of the time-

A very quick and one sided trial occurs when the Order arrives, usually conducted by the Priest. The summoner is judged based on their desire and that leads to whether or not they are actually taken. Someone who opened the box on purpose will be taken. Someone who opened it on accident but still has dark desires of some kind within them will be taken. On the other hand, someone who opens the box by accident and has no corrupt or dark desires will not be taken. The same goes for anyone who was forced to open the box by another. The Order of the Gash will simply take the Lament Configuration from them and then leave, often with no explanation of what just happened or who they are.

Now for some fun ones 😈

Priest doesn’t have many hobbies, but they do keep doves. Doves are the only animal the Priest is fond of. Does use them to send official messages when they are too preoccupied to send anything personally

They technically own and breed white Barbary Doves, although their doves have been bred in Hell for so many years they could be classified as a different breed entirely

They are fond of their Doves but does not name them. They can tell the difference between their doves nonetheless. Will not mind if you decide to name some or all of them

Seeing as they are the Priest’s doves no other Cenobite is allowed to access them, not even other memebers of the Gash. For you, they will allow you to handle their doves as long as it is done properly. If you want to play with or simply pet one of their doves you have to ask first but it was very unlikely they will tell you no.

The doves, like stated previously, are well trained. They will not peck you unless you accidentally hurt them and in that case it is likely the last time you’ll ever be allowed to access the doves anyhow.

If you frequently enjoy playing with the Priest’s doves then the birds will learn to recognize you and will coo excitedly whenever you are near.

~🕊️~

A ball of white feathers and happy coos is placed into your open palm, little claws scratching slightly at your skin.

The second you arrived you had requested some dove time. Although a little curious as to the true intent of your visit now, the Priest was more than willing to fulfill your request. Their pigeons enjoyed your company just as much as you did theirs and the Priest trusted you plenty with them. At the very least the doves could occupy you when they were otherwise too busy to attend to you.

Secretly they did think they were a little jealous that the birds were currently stealing you from them when they were free.

A happy giggle left you as the dove did a little spin on your palm, flipping their wings gently. It easily adjusted as you moved to hold them with one hand so you could pet them with the other.

“Which one is this?” you ask, unable to tell the birds apart when they were all stark white and toughly the same size. Your Cenobite partner had no such problems.

“This one is the one you have deemed ‘Marshmellow’.” The Priest’s tone sounds slightly unimpressed and you just giggle again.

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How do slashers talk about/describe reader to people

How would slashers describe you

Michael Myers

He's silent, staring at a point on the wall, his face expressionless behind the mask.

"They're... mine. And they buy me chocolate."

Jason Voorhees

Jason smiles slightly under his mask, nervously fidgeting with his fingers. His machete is placed next to his chair, ready for any potential danger.

"They're... good. Very kind. My momma likes them..."

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba fusses around and brings all of his drawings, carefully placing them on the table with obvious trepidation.

"They're cute... And here! I drew them. Here's we with the chicken... And here they brought a kitten home! His name is Dumpling. And here's a photo of them helping me cook dinner!"

Bubba giggled at each picture. Finally, he looked up, "And they also gave me a lot of interesting things! Bracelets, a mask... And my family loves them! They're family."

It was actually just an innocent child's mumbling, but let's listen to this sweet boy.

Thomas Hewitt

Frowns, thinking about the question. His arms are crossed, his shoulders are tense, and his face is hidden by a mask and long black hair.

"They... are family. To protect."

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent smiles slightly, adjusting a strand of long hair.

"They are my muse. The embodiment of inspiration, love, and art. And they are very creative... I enjoy reading them. They have a pleasant voice."

Bo Sinclair

Grins, crossing his arms over his chest. His face is smug, a grin on his lips, his cap tilted to the side.

"Well, mm... They're my bitch. And they've got a great ass. They're very capable, and they're useful. They'll kill a victim and suck my cock. Are you jealous already?"

Lester Sinclair

Smiling, leaning back in his chair.

"They're good. They help me collect dead animals. And they also gave me a knife with my name on it. It was... cute."

Pyramid head

Menacing silence. Epicly throws the reader over his shoulder and carries them away. It's just his cute little thing.

John Kramer

John coughs, covering his mouth with his hand. Finally, his eyes lift.

"They're... capable. They value life. That's a good thing. They'd pass the game better than anyone else."

Amanda Yang

Amanda blushes slightly and looks away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"They're strong. And they're beautiful. And they never judge me, and they're fun to be around... I like them."

Mark Hoffman

Hmm, taking a puff on a cigarette.

"They're cute. But too trusting. So I'll always be there to watch their back."

Brahms Heelshire

Giggles and swishes his legs.

"I like them! They kiss me goodnight and play with me! They have a cool hug. And they treat my doll nice!"

Art the clown

Joyful giggling and aggressive gesticulation (you're arousing him)

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I don't draw much now, but something has appeared

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CENOBITES WITH A BEAUTICIAN READER

Author’s Note: I am so sorry this one took so long. I completely forgot about it. I wrote this a while ago and never posted it. It’s been buried in my drafts. This idea is really cute and I’m always looking for an excuse to write about the Cenobites.

Warnings/tags: The female cenobite is referred to as DP in anything I write that includes her because she’s unnamed in the film, just thought I should add that, gender neutral reader (I know what the request says but I didn’t notice that until I was finished)

• At first, they’re all indifferent about your career path or what you’re going to school for.

• They’re Cenobites, after all. It’s safe to say their priorities are elsewhere.

• That doesn’t mean that they don’t care. They’re happy you’re pursuing what you enjoy doing. But they don’t really get caught up in humans' day-to-day activities, including careers.

• One day though, Pinhead’s interest is piqued when he sees you deep in focus, painting your nails. He doesn’t say anything. He just sits and watches from a distance.

• As you sat there painting your nails you couldn’t help but wonder if he would let you paint his nails, so you asked. Couldn’t hurt, right?

• “Could I paint yours? I bet you would look good with them.”

• Pinhead’s face shifted, the pins above his eyes raising ever so slightly as he watched you finish up your own nails. He looked almost shocked you had asked but he let you regardless, sticking his hand out and patiently waiting as you painted his fingers black.

• He didn’t admit it, but you could tell he liked it. Or at least he didn’t mind it. He let you mess with his nails as often as you wanted.

• His only gripe is the colors. He refuses to let you put anything on him other than black, a deep reddish maroon color, or the darkest blue you could possibly find. Anything brighter than that and it will be coming off.

• DP had joined in on the fun and she is less picky. She is always quite amused by your excitement about doing her nails and she surprisingly enjoys sitting and watching you paint them.

• She was also the first of the Cenobites to let you practice skincare on her.

• Her face is by far the easiest to work with so obviously she was the first you practiced on.

• Seeing you apply facemasks DP made Chatterer jealous. So he was next in line.

• Chatterer and Butterball were hard to read. Butterball barely spoke and Chatterer could only clack his teeth together. But from years of living with them, you were positive that they were at least mildly enjoying themselves when you did skincare on them.

• Pinhead refused skincare, wanting to save you the time and possibly frustration of having to maneuver past each of his pins.

• Over time all four of them allowed you to practice on them, helping you get some very unique experience that you knew nobody else in your class could get.

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STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE - S4E5 Indiscrection

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rednote is the only good social media because its the only one that consistently shows me lambs from xinjiang in little hats