#Subotai

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Conan the Barbarian (1982)

[doomaday]

Gonna do Some Barbarian Stuff on the weekend! 💪

[brokehorrorfan]

Conan the Barbarian is joining Super 7's ReAction Figures line. The first wave features Pit Fighter Conan (with two hand blades), Thulsa Doom (with helmet and dagger), and Subotai (with bow and arrow).

Each 3.75" retro-style toy has five points of articulation and features backer card art by Astor Alexander. Priced at $20, they're expected to ship in April.

[subatoism]

Also while I’m on the Jewish names thing, I just wanna talk about ‘Subatoi’ for a sec because while I understand that it was supposed to be in reference to Subotai (Genghis Khan’s right hand man), I’d like to posit the alternate— or co-existing— explanation that Julian’s Hebrew name is שבתי (Shabtai/Shabbetai) meaning ‘born on Shabbat’.

Now, if you’re slightly unhinged like me and have at some point taken the time to look up the parshah for the week of Julian’s birth (29 August 2341 -> 15 Elul 6101), you may notice that he was actually born the day before the sabbath, as Parashat Ki Tavo* corresponds to 16 Elul of that year.

However, I would like to offer two possible explanations for this discrepancy: [1] He was born late in the afternoon on a Friday and his parents were like “yeah close enough”, or [2] he changed/chose his name in reference to his genetic augmentation (the ‘death’ of Jules/‘birth’ of Julian).

The second answer is admittedly a bit weak, since the treatment lasted several weeks so there’s no way to know what he would consider to be, like, the dividing line between his past and present selves. On the other hand, it could potentially be used as support for the trans!Julian argument, so hey.

* - I’ve had a post with my notes on this sitting in my drafts for ages but idk if it’s worth posting because my thoughts on the subject are so scattered lol

[redsea8me]

I just watched Conan the Barbarian (1982) and why I am literally so emotional over Conan and Valeria’s relationship like…

what do you MEAN she was also killed by Thulsa Doom, who took away his family, his home, and turned him into a warrior who had long since forgotten kindness?

what do you mean that her last words were ‘keep me warm’ when both of them were wandering travellers, and before that warriors, what do you mean they found warm in each other

what do you mean that she died in Conan’s arms, as he casts a scathing look out onto the Mountain of Power, vengeance and rage so clearly evident in his gaze

do you see the way he looks back to her? when they lay on her on the pyre? she’s dressed in silver and with her blades and they fought side by side and he looks over to her body for just a moment, scared and lost

he can’t cry for her, so Subotai cries for him, because he knows the immense grief his friend is feeling?

the way they set her body on fire, a classic funeral pyre of course, but she told Conan to keep her warm and so her body burns in a bright dazzling display

keep me warm

…

and then he’s fighting, fighting for everything he lost and has yet to lose and when he’s almost overwhelmed and he’s almost lost she’s there again, for only a moment

silver, shining, the sun behind her, she fought the gods to be with him, Valeria, Valkyrie

and she saves him so that he can keep fighting and her pendant is around his neck as an eternal memorial

don’t you want to live forever?

[petermorwood]

Back-Carry Before Conan

Or, BCBC.

For a long time I thought “Conan The Barbarian” (1982) was the first pop-culture appearance of BC.

NB, regardless of improbable contraptions made to “prove” things, no sword carried across the back in this movie is ever drawn from that position; in fact there’s a 3-second sequence devoted entirely to showing Conan getting his sword off his back and securing it at his waist before drawing it.

See it here, starting at 2:40.

In the next section of this scene, Valeria presumably does the same thing; at 0:27 her sword’s across her back, then there’s a brief cutaway to Subotai, and when we’re back with Valeria at 0:30 she’s got the sword at her waist and is drawing it from there.

Incidentally, though there’s often a brief scraping sound as swords leave scabbards, I can’t recall any examples of the infamous exaggerated “schinngg” noise, so I guess that cliché must have developed later.

*****

Then a few days ago, while tidying bookshelves, I found my long-lost copy of Thackeray’s mock-heroic Fireside Pantomine “The Rose and the Ring” (1854). Mine is the 1967 edition, evidently acquired from somewhere at a bargain price...

...and features Thackeray's own illustrations, including this one:

This is definitely back-CARRY, because an over-the-shoulder DRAW is neither intended nor possible. Here’s why...

Notice there’s no scabbard. However, there’s presumably a matching loop or point-cover for the other end, so I can visualise making it work like this:

Grab the sword left-handed and pull the whole arrangement, strap and all, forward and round until the hilt reaches your right hand. Now support the weight of the sword to let the strap go slack, and slide the hilt-loop backwards and off. Without it, there’s no tension to hold the other loop or point-cover in place and it will fall away, leaving the sword ready for business.

I’m pretty sure Thackeray didn’t think through his illustration in that much detail, so it may (?) have been based on contemporary rifle drill; the Crimean War was under way while he was writing, so he’d probably seen troops on parade.

*****

"The Rose and the Ring” is a Satirical Romantick (don’t forget the ’k’) Phantasy, set in a period best described as “Sometime Back Then”, and the periods represented by costumes in the illustrations are... Variable.

King Padella - sorry, that should be KING PADELLA - is wearing armour from 1160-ish. However, Prince Giglio, mentioned at the bottom of the page, looks a bit different.

Here he is, looking like he’s in the American Civil War (1860-ish - which is a good trick since the book was written and illustrated several years before it)...

...while the guards look like soldiers from the Seven Years War (1760-ish) and the prisoner looks like who knows what...

However, here’s Giglio again, in Theatrical Romantick Costume of no particular date...

...and again, now looking vaguely like Charles I as painted by Van Dyke (1640-ish)...

...and finally something which leaves me at a loss about what period it represents. Maybe “When Knights Were Bowled”, if that cannon-ball means anything...

“The Rose and the Ring” is a silly, and yet (in the right mood) entertaining story, and is also a demonstration of how to make Purple Prose earn its keep, since several characters speak not unlike Minette and the other affronted-Victorian-children cats who occasionally appear on Tumblr.

Whether this is a Good Thing or a Bad Thing depends on the reader...

There are several on-line versions: Internet Archive has a well-illustrated one here.

*****

And I still wonder what he’d seen or read to make him draw the carry-strap on that sword the way he did...

[weirdlookindog]

Guillermo Murray as Count Sergio Subotai in El mundo de los vampiros (1961)

[moviesandmania]

THE WORLD OF THE VAMPIRES ( 1961) Reviews of Mexican horror - free to watch online

The World of the Vampires is a 1961 Mexican supernatural horror film directed by Alfonso Corona Blake (Samson vs. the Vampire Women). The movie stars Mauricio Garcés, Erna Martha Bauman, Silvia Fournier, Guillermo Murray, Jose Baviera. Plot: A vampire, Count Sergio Subotai, seeks revenge against the descent from an enemy family. The hero is a musician played by Mauricio Garcés, who has a piano…

[moviemunchies]

I think I underestimated this film when I decided to watch it this time. I had thought I would find it a very dumb actionized adaptation of the Howard character with little substance. And that’s not really what I found? There was more to this movie that I rediscovered on this watch-through.

So that’s cool.

Conan the Barbarian is an adaptation of the Conan character (who wasn’t really known exclusively as “Conan the Barbarian” in the original stories, though he is sometimes described as a barbarian) from Robert E. Howard, set in the mythical prehistoric ‘Hyborean Age’, but with more Plot to make it a film. Conan is a Cimmerian child whose parents and village are slaughtered by the forces of cult leader Thulsa Doom. He’s sold into slavery, and grows up as a champion gladiator. When he escapes slavery, he becomes a thief. When he and his friends go up against the cult of Thulsa Doom, Conan decides it’s the perfect time to take revenge. Of course, it’s not so simple as that to kill a powerful cult leader.

The original Conan stories tend to be mostly self-contained. There is not an overarching Plot to the stories. This movie, and th 2011 remake, try to make it more cinematic by having Conan’s parents be murdered, and Conan hungering for revenge on the warlord who killed them. But that’s not in the stories–Conan isn’t a tragic hero looking for vengeance. He’s a wandering warrior trying to make a buck! 

So the first time I saw this movie, I was a teenager, and I had started reading the Conan stories (albeit, the ones with editing by Sprague de Camp, not the original Howard stories, because that’s what my dad had); I was frustrated that the movie turned Conan’s into a typical Hollywood fantasy revenge tale. That doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it, only that it didn’t really feel like Conan to me, and I resented how it became the version of the character most people knew about.

But this is actually a pretty good movie on its own? It has some problems, of course. The female lead, Valeria, never has her name spoken in the movie (she’s named in the credits, and in the sequel, but not int he movie), and I’m not sure WHY she’s so in love with Conan in the first place, other than that he’s the lead. 

Conan’s also got a lot less agency than he should. Yes, his slave masters taught him to read for… Reasons (and also used him as a breeding slave what??). And he’s set free, he doesn’t escape slavery, again, for Reasons. He sort of stumbles onto Thulsa Doom’s cult, though when he does, he decides to go all the way, so that’s definitely a choice on his part.

I’m sorry I’m making this sound like a really stupid movie. It’s not! This is a movie that defined fantasy filmmaking for years for a reason. There are plenty of action scenes and sword fights, which feel exciting without feeling overdone or over-choreographed. The brutal style of combat fits for a world that we’re told is before the rise of civilization as we know it. I’m also impressed at times at how clever some of the characters are in combat–shooting enemies from a distance, setting traps. And yet those action scenes are still loads of fun.

The music is, all in all, surprisingly good? I didn’t remember it being this good, which is dumb because it’s apparently famous. But it captures the idea of an exciting, swashbuckling fantasy adventure (despite not really being swashbuckling, I guess?). I could listen to this over and over for a while now.

I don’t know if I’d call this movie deep, but it’s certainly thinking about deeper themes. Conan’s god Crom never appears in the story, but his relationship with Crom is a key if understated part of his character. The Riddle of Steel clearly occupies his mind, and while it’s not as if he goes around demanding the answer, it’s one of the first things about his religion that he explains to Subotai. 

[Also, some people seem to think we’re meant to assume that Thulsa Doom’s answer is correct by default? I don’t know that it is, at least, not completely.]

And of course, Conan’s final prayer for vengeance, which he ends by saying that if Crom doesn’t grant it, then “to hell with you!” It’s certainly memorable.

Thulsa Doom is not actually a Howard Conan villain (I believe he’s a Howard Kull villain?). He’s still terrifying. I am not generally a fan of ‘religious fanatic’ characters in fiction because they tend to be shallow and written without any effort at making them make sense. But a cult leader? This is a great type of villain, when done correctly, and Thulsa is pretty good. He actually feels like a threat, because you see his hordes of fanatical followers, and how devoted they are to him.

Although I don’t know how his cult makes sense–they have a weird orgy where they serve people soup? What is your theology, guys? What does this have to do with snake worship? 

And why does he turn into a snake? Not a deal-breaker, but it’s weird. Supposedly the novelization explains it. Either way, it’s freaky and unsettling, which is I think exactly what they’re going for. It definitely works in the scene it takes place in.

I liked this movie more than I thought I would on the rewatch. If you’re interested in fantasy films, old school action movies, well, Conan the Barbarian should be able to satisfy that itch. It’s fun, it’s deeper than you’d expect, and it’s certainly memorable. It’s not flawless, and it’s certainly not close as an adaptation of the Howard stories, but that doesn’t make it a bad movie. It’s still a pretty good one.

[firebuggg]

do you think conan and subotai ever explored each other’s bodies

[sweetarethediscords]

“Fool Me Once” - Part 3

Pairing: Kacchako, Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako

CW: Cheating, Underage Drinking

<- Previous Part | From the Beginning

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“Jeez, Bakugou,” Frog Face croaked. “You don’t look so good.” 

Katsuki stabbed his chopsticks right through the heart of the egg yolk in his bowl and swirled its golden blood into his gohan.

“Are you sick or something?” Tsu added.

“Sick of fucking bullshit,” he grumbled under his breath, trying not to glare at Deku across the room. 

He was sitting with Tenya and Shoto and Ochako like it was just another bright and shiny UA day.

Tsu was about to join them too judging by the extra chocolate anpan balanced on an extra cup of tea made with cinnamon and honey just how Ochako liked it. 

Bitterly, Katsuki noted that Deku should be the one getting her breakfast. Especially if he liked her enough to keep dragging her along while going on museum dates with brainy blondes.

His breakfast turned tasteless in his mouth.

God how he wanted to think of anything else. 

“His bad mood’s my fault I think Tsu,” Eijirou said, stepping between them, shielding Tsu from the miasma of rage slowly oozing off of Katsuki. “Tetsu crashed at my place last night and we might have gotten a little rowdy watching old Schwarzenegger movies.” 

“Schwarzenegger?” she questioned.

“He’s this super manly Austrian bodybuilder turned American Actor turned American Governor.” Ei flexed his bicep. “You should see his guns. The man’s an inspiration!”

“How does being muscly qualify someone to be a politician?” 

Ei shrugged. “Don’t know. America’s weird like that.”

“I guess.” Tsu walked off to join the rest of her happily ignorant crew.

Katsuki hoped Eijirou would follow suit and leave him to stew in his misery, but the redhead was not so easily shaken.

“Bro,” he said as he sat down, “I don’t want to tell you how to feel your feelings. But you gotta at least come up with some sort of excuse or else you’re gonna start raising suspicion.”

“Maybe I want to raise suspicion,” he snipped, stabbing at his breakfast. “Maybe if people were a little more suspicious around her, people would get away with window shopping girls like their trying to pick a new pair of stupidly priced, stupidly big sneakers to wear on their stupidly freckled feet.”

“Kats, we went over this. It’s not like—”

“I know what it’s not like.” 

Katsuki grabbed some hot sauce and dumped it liberally over the rice. Maybe that would bring some taste back to it.

Eijirou sighed. “So what do you want to do?”

“It’s not about what I want to do. If it was about what I want to do, it’d already be done and I’d be arrested.” 

“Then what can I do to help?”

Katsuki huffed a laugh. “Make numb nuts over there fucking choose a chick.”

Eijirou stroked his chin in thought. “I don’t think I can make him but I could probably hype up one of the girl’s a lot. Question is who?”

“Who what?” Mina asked. 

The bubbly pink gossip also known as Eijirou’s girlfriend sat down beside the pair. Antennas and curls bouncing. Katsuki swore they gave her a super hearing quirk none of the knew about.

“Who Kats is going to be for Halloween!” Ei quickly lied. “He doesn’t have a costume yet.” 

“Oooo!” Mina squealed excitedly. “He could be our Subotai!”

“You’re what?” Katsuki growled.

“Ei’s going as Conan the Barbarian, I’m going as Valeria. I’ve still got enough fabric to whip up one more toga for ya if you want to be out trusty archer,” she smiled. 

“Yeah, bro! We’d have to find you a wig and stuff but I’d bet you’d look damn good in a handlebar mustache,” Ei added.

Katsuki shuddered at the thought, recalling the patchy handlebar ‘stache his dad had sported for way too long, insisting it would eventually grow into a beard. 

“And want to scratch my face off all night? No fucking thank you,” he said. “I ain’t going to the party anyway.”

“What? Why?” Mina asked.

“Because why the fuck would I want to be surrounded by a bunch of drunk, screaming idiots all night?”

“Because you’d be drunk too?” 

“Tch. And deal with feeling like fucking shit the next morning?” he washed the newly added heat of his breakfast down with his coffee. “No fucking thank you.”

Mina pouted and looked down at her breakfast forlorn. “Guess a certain brainiac will be disappointed then.” 

His coffee soured.

Mina peered up at him and smiled, clearly misreading his pursed expression.

“Gotcha there. Bet you’re thinking twice about going now that you know Miss Shield will be there,” she mocked. “Denki told me all about y’all’s little study dates. So cute!” 

“It wasn’t a date,” he grumbled. “I’m just helping her out with her apprenticeship project.”

“By flexing your muscles?” she tugged her earlobe playfully. “News travels fast around here.”

Not fast enough, Katsuki thought.

“Do you know who Mel’s going as for Halloween?” Ei asked 

“No clue,” she said. “Which means she might be open to doing a couples costume with someone.”

Katsuki chugged the rest of his coffee and stood. “I’m going for a run.”

“Awww come on Kat! There’s no need to be bashful!” Mina called after him as he walked away.

He flipped her off and headed outside to clear his head with the crisp morning air.

🔍🔍🔍🔍🔍

He had managed to avoid direct contact with all three of them for most of the day, thank god.

Did it mean he had to be an absolute jerk all day to do it? Sure. But honestly it felt good to be a— 

“Jerk,” Ochako smacked him in the back of the head, surprising him and jolting him to his feet.

“What the fuck?!”

Ochako released her quirk, letting herself down to the ground slowly. “I should be asking you the same thing! What the fuck crawled up your ass today?” 

“Nothing crawled up my ass,” he snapped back. “And how the fuck did you find me anyway?”

Barely anybody knew about his spot in the woods. Only Ei.

Had he told Ochako? Was he setting this up as an excuse for him to tell her what Deku was up to?

“I followed you!”

Oh. 

“You followed me? Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Because you’ve been acting like a jerk all day, avoiding me *and* Melissa, then next thing I know you’re randomly stomping off into the woods,” she threw her arms up in the air. “I was worried!”

“About me in the woods?!” 

“About you in general! You only act this off and jerky when something’s really bothering you. So what’s up?”

Katsuki chewed the inside of his cheek.

“And don’t say ‘nothing’,” she added with a huff.

He couldn’t tell her outright.

But she would know if he lied. 

“I think Melissa’s seeing someone else,” he said. Not a lie.

Ochako’s eyes widened, the angry furrow in her brow softening a bit.

“No,” she said so shocked and softly, he would’ve found it comforting any other time.

But now it felt like a twist of a knife. 

“Oh no.” All the anger melted from her face. “You’re sure?”

Katsuki kept his eyes to the ground and tapped the toe of his shoe against it. “Pretty fucking sure.”

“Who is it? Someone from UA or—”

“Someone from her past, I think. So—”

“So you’re gonna win her back, right?” 

He ran his hand down his face and sighed. “Cheeks I don’t—”

“If it’s someone from her past, then they’re probably from the US, right?” she said. “Which means they’re all the way over there and you’re here. Looking hot, making her laugh, being there for her… you can’t give up!” 

“Look, it’s alright. I—”

“It’s not alright!” she insisted, stomping her foot for emphasis. “Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t give up! Not in the face of deadly villains and certainly not on winning the heart of a girl he likes!”

“Cheeks if she likes—” 

“If she liked this rando so fucking much she’d just be with him instead of flirting with you,” she huffed.

Katsuki ground his teeth subconsciously, cutting into the side of his cheek and drawing a bit of blood.

Her footsteps crunched across the leaves towards him. 

A pair of sparkling, kind, brown eyes blocked his view of the dying grass.

“What I’m saying is you still have a chance, Bakugou,” she smiled softly. “You’re here, they’re not. She won’t feel so lonely with you.”

“Tch. I don’t wanna be just a body to keep a bed warm.” 

“You won’t be,” she said. “It might start like that, sure. But over time she’ll see how wonderful you are and fall in love with you slowly, then all at once.” She took his hands in hers and ran the soft pads of her thumbs over his knuckles. “But it won’t happen unless you try.” 

The thought of winning Melissa back was far from his mind. He wanted to get even.

He wanted her to hurt just as much as he did, as much as Cheeks would if she ever found out.

Deku too. Fuck however innocent or love torn he was. The nerd had to choose.

He’d make him choose. 

His churning thoughts had a new target to focus on, the sparks of a plan already starting to smolder in his mind.

Ochako smiled. “There you are.”

“What?”

“There’s that Dynamight determination,” Ochako cheered. “You want to win now, don’t ya?” 

Katsuki smirked. “Yeah, Cheeks. I wanna win.” 

🔍🔍🔍🔍🔍

There were a lot of ways to win, but the right way to win was what his mind couldn’t settle on.

Threatening Deku to choose head on wouldn’t work. After the war he’d unfortunately (in this case) developed a spine. Fucker wouldn’t willingly hurt someone but Katsuki wouldn’t be surprised if he kept dragging his feet just to spite him. Or worst would tell Ochako that he’d pressured him to choose. Or worst worst, end things with Ochako super messily because he would be scared shitless and respond stupidly. 

Or he could end things with Melissa super messily. But something in his gut told him that wasn’t going to happen.

Deku was going to pick Melissa, he just needed the balls to do it without worrying about what their classmates might think.

He needed a challenge to do it. 

He needed to feel like he was going to lose her. Which was easier said than done when Melissa was into him enough to ask him on a date.

Katsuki groaned as he flopped back on his mattress, finding himself at another obstacle.

His phone pinged, a welcome distraction before he saw that it was a message from Melissa.

A selfie even. Her with her glasses hung low on her nose, wearing a dark curly wig.

Think I should go brunette? 😉

Shouldn’t you ask Deku that? he considered texting back. 

Was this part of her Halloween costume? Why would she—

At once, two voices echoed in his mind sparking inspiration.

The first belonging to a well meaning Alien Queen.

“…she might be open to doing a couples costume with someone…” 

The second belonging to a pair of kind brown eyes and plump rosy cheeks.

“…she won’t feel so lonely with you…”

Katsuki rose from his bed and opened his dorm door just a crack, listening, quickly picking up Deku’s high, breathy laugh trickling down the hall. 

Game night was tonight. Deku never missed a game night and was intense as hell the entire time.

God themselves could be texting him and he wouldn’t answer.

Katsuki’s phone pinged again, pulling him back towards his bed.

MS: What are you doing tonight?👀 

Katsuki smiled wickedly.

She *was* lonely. Deku’s attention was elsewhere so she put her attention elsewhere.

Not a healthy coping mechanism by any means but one that could be exploited.

BK: Checking out this new cute brunette that just texted me. 

BK: Still waiting to see her in that white wig and blue skimpy outfit though.

MS: 🤔🤔🤔 I’ll think about it. Would need to find a cunning linguist to sell the costume though.

Katsuki cracked his knuckles and leaned back on his pillows, readying himself for spiteful flirting. 

BK: I think I know a cunning linguist 👅 but what about the brunette? What does she need?

MS: A brawny, brainy explorer to help save me from an evil mummy.

So she was going as that librarian from The Mummy.

BK: Well, I definitely think I can help you out of those wraps. 

A picture followed, angled a little lower. The button up blouse she was wearing had opened up a bit, exposing her cleavage and the crimson lace of her bra.

MS: These wraps? But I worked so hard on my Halloween costume. 🥺

Katsuki closed his eyes and took a deep breath, calming himself, maintaining his focus. She was hot, no doubt about that.

He didn’t have the chance to give a witty response back before she texted:

What are you dressing up as?

Fuck.

He didn’t have an answer for that one. 

He looked around his room for something, anything to claim was a costume that would be enticing enough for her.

A shirtless pic was the obvious choice, but saying “a washboard” was too much of a douche reply for her. And he wasn’t a fucking cosplayer pulling props out his ass. 

His gaze fell on the pair of reading glasses resting on his nightstand. Ochako had dragged him out to get them after catching him squinting at their history textbook one study session.

She had picked out the style too, nerdy round shaped frames that she said looked good. 

Really they made him look like a dork.

And Melissa liked dorks so…

He whipped off his shirt, threw on his glasses then posed with his signature scowl for a mirror selfie.

BK: The perfect blend of brains and brawn.

MS: 🥵🥵🥵

MS: Those glasses tho 🤔🤔🤔

BK: 🤔? 

The fuck was that emoji for?

MS: Those glasses look familiar. More like a cunning linguist than just some brains and brawn.

Katsuki looked at himself in the mirror. They looked familiar? Did Deku fucking wear glasses too or some shit? Or…

He smiled wickedly. 

BK: Dunno. Guess you’ll have to wait til the Halloween party to find out.

Katsuki didn’t give two shits what she texted back, he was too busy searching up the perfect picture and knocking on Eijirou’s door.

Mina answered, just as he expected.

“What’s up Bakubro?” 

Katsuki shoved his phone towards his face. “This.”

“What?”

“You said you’d help me with my Halloween costume. I need you to make me a sexy version of this motherfucker.”

Mina knit her brow and took the phone from him. “Really? I didn’t even know you knew this movie.” 

“I don’t, but Mel loves it.” He exchanged a knowing glance with Eijirou as he joined Mina at the door.

Ei raised a doubtful eyebrow. Katsuki smiled impishly for a moment before dropping back into a scowl as Mina looked up.

“Ohhhh. I’ve got an idea.” 

She handed the phone back to him, a smug grin on her face. “What do you think about that? I’ve got enough fabric and some leftover festival face paint we can use for it.”

He nodded. “I think she’s gonna love it.”

🔍🔍🔍🔍🔍

Mina took his costume idea and fucking ran with it. 

The other guys however.

“So run us through this plan of yours one more time,” Hanta said beside him, having made his way up next to him mid-run.

Shoto, Eijirou, Shoji, and Tetsu all fell in stride him, annoyingly crowding the track.

Katsuki rolled his eyes and snarled. 

“How many times do I have to fucking go through this?” I’m making Deku choose.”

“By helping Melissa feel less lonely at the Halloween party?” Hanta clarified. “That’s the part we’re hung up on.”

“The party’s gonna be packed with people,” Shoto said. “Why would she be lonely?” 

“And she’s got 2 guys competing for her heart,” Tetsu added. “That seems like a lot of attention coming her way.”

“I ain’t competing for anything of hers,” Katsuki snapped. “She’ll be lonely because Deku’s will be fucking busy saving face with Uraraka the whole night.” 

“Saving face?” Ei asked.

“Everyone knows he’s supposed to be seeing Uraraka, right? It’d be weird if they didn’t spend the Halloween party hanging out together. Which means Melissa’s gotta watch them spend the whole party hanging out together.” 

“She’ll be jealous,” Shoji noted.

“And drunk probably,” Katsuki added. “And surrounded by people she’s only sort of friends with. So when the guy she sends titty pics to whenever Deku’s busy walks in looking like her fantasy, I’m sure she’ll be giving me a lot of attention.” 

“Thus making Deku jealous,” Shoji concluded.

“Exactly.” Katsuki turned to Hanta. “Now 3M if all of a sudden IcyHot started flirting with another guy in front of you what would you do?”

Shoto frowned. “I would never.”

“It’s a hypothetical, Peppermint, calm down.” 

Hanta narrowed his eyes at Katsuki. “I wouldn’t let that happen.”

“You’d cause a scene, wouldn’t ya?” Katsuki snickered.

“Not a scene but,” he glanced towards Shoto, “I’d handle it.”

His boyfriend blushed and Katsuki groaned in disgust.

“Anyway. What is Deku gonna do then?”��

“Handle it?” Shoto asked.

“Bingo.”

“But this all rides on Midoriya liking Melissa more that Uraraka,” Ei said. “And I’m not sure—”

“Ya don’t skip out on a date with the girl you like more to hang out with the girl you like less last minute,” he stated. “The moment he chose that museum date over pumpkin picking with Uraraka, who he likes more was clear. He just needs to fucking own up to it now.”

Their footfalls against the rubber track underscored their processing as they considered Katsuki’s argument.

“How can we help?” Shoji asked. 

“Keep Melissa and Deku from talking one on one with each other tonight, and make sure Deku and Uraraka stay together in Melissa’s line of sight as much as you can,” Katsuki instructed. “I’ll handle the rest.”

“You’re sure this is a good idea?” Ei asked. 

“You worked real hard to get over you and Midoriya’s past bullshit. I don’t want you throwing that away over something like this.”

“Tch. I’m doing this because I fucking know the idiot doesn’t even realize what he’s doing is messed up,” he replied. Either way it goes him and I will be fine. I’ll still be fucking pissed at him for it. But I ain’t gonna beat the shit out of him or something over it.”

“Good,” Ei sighed in relief. “Last thing we need is another Aizawa lecture because of that.”

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Next Part ->

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Conan Quotes

Conan: Crom, I have never prayed to you before. I have no tongue for it. No one, not even you, will remember if we were good men or bad. Why we fought, or why we died. All that matters is that two stood against many. That's what's important! Valor pleases you, Crom... so grant me one request. Grant me revenge! And if you do not listen, then to HELL with you!

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Mongol General : Hao! Dai ye! We won again! This is good, but what is best in life?

Mongol : The open steppe, fleet horse, falcons at your wrist, and the wind in your hair.

Mongol General : Wrong! Conan! What is best in life?

Conan : To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women.

Mongol General : That is good! That is good.

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Subotai : Hey, old man, where did you get this stuff?

The Wizard : The dead... the gods are pleased with you, they will watch the battle.

Conan : Are they going to help?

The Wizard : No.

Conan : Well, then tell them to stay out of the way.

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Super7 Conan the Barbarian ReAction Figures Wave 2 - A második hullám figurái

Az alábbiakban láthatóak az új Super7 Conan the Barbarian ReAction Figures Wave 2 figurák, amelyek Conan (War Paint), Subotai (War Paint) és Valeria (War Paint) figurákat tartalmaznak, előrendelhetőek a BigBadToyStore.com és Entertainment Earth oldalakon, ajánlott kiskereskedelmi ára 20.00 dollár egyenként. Osric király megbízásából, hogy szabadítsa ki lányát Thulsa Doom halálos szektájából,…

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Valley of the Godbreaker

Drawn by the great TrollFeetWalker

Also known as the Valley of the Starbreaker, Valley of Batzor, and Tath vos Satvagarath (lit. Yeren for "Valley of the God/Starbreaker")

He whose strength shatter'd the stars

The Thunder-Voiced Lord of War forever stands tall before a procession of warriors. Down unto the crags of Kollidor, deep in the wastelands of Subotai, there is an immortal mega-statue of Batzor, the legendary warrior of Yeren mythology. On the path to his might, eight immortal Yabans raise their scimitars and tails in a fascistic procession: four nagois, four bollois, all mighty warriors. The titanic constructs are beyond belief. Just one of the Eight Immortals of Satvyanism stands as tall as the Statue of Liberty— Batzor dwarfs them all, for the tip of his scimitar reaches above the clouds, not unlike the height of the pile of bodies he left behind in life.

Just viewing the raw might of the Godbreaker inspires aggression and bloodlust.

Batzor's sword is raised forever for war and ruination. Go! Fight! Kill! Kill! Kill! Spill blood! Die proud! Die angry! Give Getavara his fill! Tear the heart of Heaven itself! Let chaos reign!! Reign in blood!!

The constructs are often destroyed and ruined by fights and skirmishes wrought by Yaban bloodlust, but the god Getavara always renders them standing and renewed. He will never let Kollidor be laid to waste, for the ultraviolence of His insane creation is too eternally amusing to Him. So swords may crumble, bodies may crack, and limbs may fall, but know that it's but a temporary ailment.

Batzor was a particular fearsome freak, and he was meant to be an answer to some jokes I used to hear about Saiyans:

"Did Saiyans have their historical war heroes?"

"Do Saiyan babies drink blood instead of milk?"

"Do Saiyan mothers survive childbirth much?"

Batzor inspired the concept of a "Batzorian Birth" among Yabans: the fact that bollois and yenois have such incredibly short gestation periods (only a month or two, max) meaning Yaban babies grow very quickly, led to the obvious conclusion that a fetus that develops too long will want out, and thus some Yabans would inevitably be born by literally ripping and tearing their way out of their own mothers, meaning they may actually kill their mothers deliberately rather than by accident in childbirth, kind of like a Xenomorph (naturally, yenois tend to fear such a thing, but for bollois, dying this way would be the most badass way out and they often ritualistically punch their wombs during gestation to get the fetus to grow stronger and hopefully trigger it to try to rip its way out as a literal born-murderously crazy warrior).

Batzor could provide the archetype, hence "Batzorian Birth," and such a grossly edgy and ultraviolent birth could only be used as the basis for a crazy violent person that naturally the Yabans would adore as a hero.

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Visually taken from the great filler episode of Dragon Ball Z about the Illusion Saiyans

Perhaps to tie it more to Judas Priest than Trunks's attack, I've been considering it more "Valley of the Starbreaker" for a good while now Visually inspired very heavily by the Valley of the Dark Lords from Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic. In fact, directly by the Valley of the Dark Lords. I'm fairly sure that the idea for the Valley of the Starbreaker came from a bored daydream I had some point in the early spring of 2018, of playing through Knights of the Old Republic and going to Korriban and seeing the Valley of the Dark Lords again and thinking "Man, you know what would've been cool? If something like this was on Planet Vegeta."

Well, we never got that opportunity, but I can at least put something like it on Planet Kollidor, eh?

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World building and theories of Engage

Gradlon

Gradlon is based upon the mythical city of Ys, that was believed to have been swallowed up by the sea. The King of Ys was Gradlon the Great, who the kingdom in Engage us named after. At the start of the game, Gradlon is sunk beneath the ocean, one of Sombron's aims is to make Gradlon rise again. 

The characters born and associated with Gradlon have names based on colours. 

Sombron is the king of the sunken kingdom. Veyle and Alear are two of his many children. The Four Hounds are a sect of devout followers who work to awaken and protect Sombron and his daughter, Veyle. Mauvier serves as Veyle's personal knight. Zephia serves as leader of The Four Hounds.

The inspiration for The Four Hounds could come from Mongol warlord; Genghis Khan’s, most trusted generals; the dogs of war: Jebe, and Kublai, Jelme, and Subotai.

Gradlon Temple is inspired by Quimper Cathedral.

The symbol of Gradlon resembles a full moon designed to cover the sun of Lythos's symbol. The moon in the middle is much smaller than the sun in the middle of Lythos's symbol but because Gradlon is nearer the four nations, just like the real moon is closer to the earth, it causes a solar eclipse. Lythos is white and Gradlon is purple to symbolise light and dark as well as day and night. 

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CONAN THE BARBARIAN (1982) – Episode 252 – Decades Of Horror 1980s

“What is best in life?” “To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women.” What about plunder? Does that include plunder? Join your faithful Grue Crew – Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, Crystal Cleveland, and Jeff Mohr – as they visit Robert E. Howard’s world as visualized by John Milius in Conan the Barbarian (1982).

Decades of Horror 1980s Episode 252 – Conan the Barbarian (1982)

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As a young boy, Conan becomes a slave after his parents are killed and his tribe destroyed by a savage warlord and sorcerer, Thulsa Doom. When he grows up he becomes a fearless, invincible fighter. Set free, he plots revenge against Thulsa Doom

  Directed by: John Milius

Writing Credits: Robert E. Howard (based on the character created by); John Milius (written by), Oliver Stone (written by); Edward Summer (story) (uncredited)

Selected Cast:

Arnold Schwarzenegger as Conan

James Earl Jones as Thulsa Doom

Max von Sydow as King Osric (as Max Von Sydow)

Sandahl Bergman as Valeria

Ben Davidson as Rexor

Cassandra Gava as The Witch (as Cassandra Gaviola)

Gerry Lopez as Subotai

Mako as The Wizard / Narrator

Valérie Quennessen as The Princess (as Valerie Quennessen)

William Smith as Conan’s Father

Luis Barboo as Red Hair

Franco Columbu as Pictish Scout

Leslie Foldvary as Sacrificial Snake Girl

Gary Herman as Osric’s Guard

Erik Holmey as Turanian War Officer (as Erick Holmey)

Akio Mitamura as Mongol General

Nadiuska as Conan’s Mother

Jorge Sanz as Young Conan

Jack Taylor as Priest

Sven-Ole Thorsen as Thorgrim (as Sven Ole Thorsen)

Kiyoshi Yamazaki as Sword Master (as Kiyoshi Yamasaki)

Can anyone else step into the legendary role of Robert E. Howard’s iconic Cimmerian like the one-and-only Arnold Schwarzenegger? Add James Earl Jones, Sandahl Bergman, Max von Sydow, and William Smith as Conan’s father and you’ve got a blockbuster. John Milius (Red Dawn, 1984) directs from a script co-written with Oliver Stone, and look out! Crystal wields her own weapon of mass destruction during the Grue-Crew’s discussion of Conan the Barbarian (1982). You won’t want to miss that!

At the time of this writing, Conan the Barbarian is available to stream from Amazon Prime and various PPV sources. In terms of physical media, the film was released on January 30, 2024, as a Limited Edition, in Blu-ray or 4K Ultra HD, from Arrow Video.

Every two weeks, Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1980s podcast will cover another horror film from the 1980s. The next episode’s film, chosen by Crystal, will be PIN (1988). It’s a plastic nightmare!

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