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invis-o-william · 1 year ago

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Day 2: Wish

All Amity Parkers knew that “wish” was practically a forbidden word. Years of interactions with Desiree had all but guaranteed that. Younger children weren’t even taught the word anymore out of an abundance of caution, after all nobody wanted a repeat of the “Toddler Wish-mageddon” that had occurred just a year prior. The firemen had been cleaning chocolate syrup out of the streets for weeks afterwards. This left the naive and unassuming newcomers as targets for Desire’s power, many of whom didn’t quite believe the city moniker of “The Most Haunted Place on Earth” yet. One of those newcomers was Thomas Kincade, and one way or another he too would learn the consequences of the word “wish”.

. . .

Thomas had barely lived in Amity Park a week before his coworkers started messing with him. He had just been sitting down in the breakroom for lunch when Craig from accounting had sidled up in the next chair.

“Oh hey Tom,you’re new to town, right?” he asked while grabbing a bowl from his bag.

Thomas hummed an affirmative while digging through the box chock full of leftover lo mein that his wife had left him that morning. “Yeah, just moved from Springfield like a week and a half ago, why? Also, it's Thomas.”

Craig pointed a fork his way, “Well you should probably invest in a lunch bag or something. That box is a prime target for the Box Ghost you know. He’s usually pretty harmless, but he’ll definitely steal that thing in a heartbeat if he sees you with it man.” He accentuated his point by tapping on said box with his fork.

Thomas sighed. Although he’d only lived in the city for under two weeks, he’d already seen more than enough of the “ghost tourist trap” schtick. “You can give the “ghost” thing a rest Craig, I think I’ll be fine.” he said with a roll of his eyes.

Craig shrugged, “Alright Tommy, don’t say I didn’t warn you. You transplants never quite believe it at first anyway.”

“It’s Thomas.” Thomas said pointedly. Craig made a noncommittal noise before digging into his meal.

. . .

The next day it happened again. Thomas was working at his computer when his deskmate Maria leaned over the divider.

“Hey Tim, did you see the news this morning?” she asked excitedly.

Slightly irritated, Thomas looked up. “No, I didn’t. And it’s Thomas.”

Maria didn’t seem to hear him as she waved her hands around, “They got some footage of the fight between Phantom and that big metal ghost last night on the corner of Park Place and Amity Row! It looked so intense, and the big ghost is so cool looking!” She practically squealed the last words.

Thomas groaned and let his head fall back. “Look, I get it, you guys are pulling my leg, ‘ha-ha lets haze the newbie’ kind of stuff, but its getting old.”

Huffing, Maria crossed her arms. “How long have you been here now? Two weeks? You can’t tell me that you haven’t seen one of the ghosts yet! Hell, blob ghosts are so common I’m surprised one hasn’t popped into your yard yet” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Just hope you don’t encounter any big ones, you definitely don’t want to run into the Fenton’s with their tank-on-wheels.”

With a sigh and a shake of his head Thomas turned back to his work as Maria shrugged and did the same.

. . .

Thomas was getting fed up. Everyone kept talking about ghosts. “Phantom’s been seen here” and “The whisps have been really active lately” and all that crap. How long was everyone going to pull this? Not to mention that nobody wanted to call him anything but nicknames. Why was calling him Thomas so hard for them???

The last straw was his boss stopping by his desk an hour before quitting time.

“Hey Timbo, everyone on the floor is going to head over to the Mitty Boulevard Bistro after work for dinner, company’s treat. Want to join?” he said, leaning an arm on the desk divider.

Thomas’ eye twitched. “Yeah, sure that’s fine. And please. It’s Thomas.”

His boss smiled, “Great! Originally we were going to head over to the Mexican place on Park Place, but they’re closed for cleanup from that ghost fight last night.”

“Yeah! You can thank Phantom for that, honestly the Bistro is sooo good. I like Mexican food and all, but you gotta try the Bistro’s fries Tim!” Maria said, perking up from her seat.

Thomas had had it. “Ghosts this, ghosts that! I’m so sick of this! Just give it a rest already! And my name. Is. THOMAS. Not Tim, not Tommy, just Thomas!” he cried as he picked up his coat and lunch box. “If this is how all of you are going to treat me, then count me out of the dinner. Honestly I wish you guys would just cut it out already!”

Everyone in the office went deadly silent and stared at Thomas with wide eyes.

“Thomas,” began Maria, “you shouldn’t say that word. I’m sorry that we were teasing you so much about your name, but you really shouldn’t say that word.”

Thomas scoffed, “What word?”

Everyone looked around nervously, “The “w” word,” his boss said, “there’s a ghost who grants them, usually in the worst ways possible.”

Thomas threw his hands up in the air. “What, wish? Now you’re telling me that there’s a wish-granting ghost? If there was, I'd wish she’d make you all see sense right now because ghosts aren’t real!”

The office was deadly still and many held their breath. There was always a chance Desiree wasn’t around, but some still expected her to appear and grant the wish.

Instead the Box Ghost popped in out of nowhere, grabbed Thomas’ lunch box, shouted “BEWARE!”, and vanished.

Thomas could say he knew better now to pack his lunch in a bag.

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brokehorrorfan · 11 months ago

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Chuck Russell (A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors, The Mask) directs from a script he co-wrote with Frank Darabont (The Shawshank Redemption). Kevin Dillon, Shawnee Smith, Donovan Leitch, Jeffrey DeMunn, Candy Clark, and Joe Seneca star.

The Blob has been mastered in 4K and is HDR-10 compatible. Special features are listed below, where you can also see the full Steelbook layout.

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Audio commentary with director Chuck Russell, cinematographer Mark Irwin, and special effects artist Tony Gardner, moderated by filmmaker Joe Lynch

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Audio commentary with director Chuck Russell, cinematographer Mark Irwin, and special effects artist Tony Gardner, moderated by filmmaker Joe Lynch

Audio commentary with actress Shawnee Smith

Audio commentary with director Chuck Russell, moderated by film producer Ryan Turek

Interview with director Chuck Russell

Interview with actor Jeffrey DeMunn

Interview with actress Candy Clark

Interview with actor Donovan Leitch Jr.

Interview with actor Bill Moseley

Interview with cinematographer Mark Irwin

Interview with special effects artist Tony Gardner

Interview with special effects supervisor Christopher Gilman

Interview with production designer Craig Stearns

Interview with mechanical designer Mark Setrakian

Interview with blob mechanic Peter Abrahamson

Behind-the-scenes footage of Tony Gardner and his special effects team

Theatrical trailers

TV spot

Still gallery

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leeril · 1 month ago

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To Summon a Demon

Craig Tucker x Reader

Synopsis~ battling temptation, Craig requests the aid of a demon.

Content~ oral (m receiving), cowgirl, p in v, pretty mild, religious words but nothing in depth, creampie

WC~ 3.5k

Banner credit- @cafekitsune

His stiff figure stood in his faintly lit room, the modest flicker of the candles warped contours across his steely face. Hushed whispers of conjuration echoed against the 4 walls, as his eyes bore deeply at the chalk drawn pentagram amidst the candles.

With each crackle and burn of the wick he could feel his shoulders grow more tense, eyes never once daring to peel away from the carefully constructed cinquefoil. The muzzled mantra spewed from his lips, until he finally reached the end most syllable.

His breath stilled among the charged atmosphere, his anxiety palpable as it nestled itself in his stomach. His nerves allowing it to fester and grow with every torturous second. His heart beat wildly, a drum trapped beneath a cage, a punctuated electric tension, wound itself along his ribs, pulling and tugging harshly with each laboured inhale. Until finally. Just a small flicker of the light, it went dark.

Earlier than his eyes could begin to adjust, the candles blazed themselves again, a deeper red hue. The moonlight weaved its way through the diminutive vents of the curtain, finding solace on the faded chalk outline.

A burned scent quickly unfurled itself, travelling with snake like precision straight to the young man’s nostrils, travelling further down and nesting itself in his lungs. A cement like hold pressed cruelly a top his chest, hurling his built body like a tonne of bricks. The wooden boards let out an unforgiving creak beneath his weight as his hand flew to his chest, clawing at anything he could grasp, his breathing grew rugged, begging and screaming out for something more. And as though god had shown mercy, the cierges flickered again.

The air much cooler. Much more tranquil. His lungs much lighter. His breathing more restful. But his eyes, those same unblinking eyes, stayed still, for now the image of the pentagram he couldn’t bear to part with- was covered. A shield of red smoke had dispersed itself among the sharp edges, never wavering, just splaying stagnant. Though the colour faded and the particles diluted, it was still there, sending him into a mocking trance.

The air lay pacified till the reticence was broken by a low snuffle. The smoke had been an unwelcome sight, this was even more unsightly. Craig had known chanting those incantations could yield results, and he had duly prepared himself for an ominous presence; he, however, was woefully disappointed. He felt ridiculed. There, on the floor of his childhood room, was a figure, sprawled out unabashedly, two rosy arms pleated beneath its head. The irony he felt was almost comical, seeking guidance from a more influential entity, to only find a lazily stirring pink blob of body parts.

A breathless sigh escaped his lips, silent- calculated advances to the figure, stopping just at the threshold of intentionally mapped out chalk. With an arc of his knee, he lowered himself closer. A sharp bend in his neck, craning his face a smidgen nearer. Orbs squinted and raking over the entity. He wasn’t sure what to think, what to do- should he move her? Perhaps wake her?

No worry, his questions didn’t need reply, for the demoness herself began to stir. Lazily fluttering lashes, a soft exhale through her nose and an almost inaudible yawn from her parted, silky lips. Her eyes languidly followed around the surroundings, a singular eyebrow cocked. Craig didn’t dare breath, completely enthralled by the motions. So simple yet so captivating, his eyes completely glued and unblinking.

She turned her attention to his statuesque form, checking him over. Not once. Not twice. But closer to four times. A sly upturn on her lip and a knowing glint in her eye. He kept still, feeling a slight self consciousness creeping up his spine and around his throat, mouth dry and scratchy. And oh how she noticed- revelled in it too. His fingers twitched at his side and his shoulders grew tense.

She rose to her feet with a languid grace, popping her joints with a mighty stretch and yet another yawn, eyes blinking slowly. Warning bells were ringing, he was growing intoxicated by her mere presence, even the mundane tasks held a certain allure. Her smirk grew wider, she could almost smell the lust off of him. She circled him slowly and then leant down. Her slender hand graced his neck, her touch hot and invigorating, already stroking at his unrestrained desire. Her senses picked up the spike. The tiny, subconscious lean into her hand, the twitch of his eye and the hitch of his breath.

“You called?” Came a sultry drawl, voice like silk. And Craig was just about ready to fold there and then. He swallowed thickly, pushing down the remnants of guilt and shame.

“Yes.” He replied, voice barely above a whisper. He began to rise, her hand still planted on his neck, nails scratching lightly at his tender skin.

Her other arm was slow, so slow and deliberate as it encircled his shoulder. The air between them grew warmer- tantalisingly so. Craig felt disoriented and terrified but he couldn’t bear to pull himself away. Another wave of desire crashed and rattled in his skin as she leaned in closer and took a deep inhale. He knew this was wrong, but even the thought of such forbidden impurity made his heart beat wilder.

“What seems to be the problem?” Her voice low and seductive, coaxing him in. He couldn’t form a single coherent thought, unable to articulate the thirst, the hunger, and oh god the shame.

A small snicker found its way out of her lips, an amused glint in her eye. She could sense his internal struggle- could see how his hands clenched and she loved it. She found herself entertained while Craig struggled between his beliefs and this enigmatic temptress. The pit in his stomach grew, the frustration and embarrassment boiling and brewing, but the undeniable attraction still weighed him down.

Her nails traced his neck, small patterns in the shape of ‘LUST’ and he was none the wiser. Far too busy trying to contain the buckle in his knees.

“Well? Not gonna talk?” The delight was clear in her tone. Though the question was blunt, it was refreshing. He was forced to confront the reasons she had made an appearance.

“I.. I have questions.” Try as hard as he may, his voice was not as steady as he had hoped, a slight stammer causing his lips into a frown, a clear cut sign of the inner turmoil he was experiencing.

She leaned in closer, placing her soft cheek on his trembling shoulder, her nose pressing against the pulse point on his neck.

“Yes?” She mumbled. The emotions within him were heightened, and the actions of his body were uncontrolled- responding to her touch with heat.

“I.. need guidance..” he managed to utter. Thick like honey, laced with desire and completely unbridled. Her eyebrow rose up at his words. She took another deep inhale of his scent, his blood rushing so close to her, and let out a small content sigh.

“So you seek out a demon to help?”

The irony was not lost on Craig, summoning such a wretched creature while being deeply religious- even he was aware of how stupid that would seem. He fidgeted nervously before replying.

“I didn’t know who else to turn to.” A confession, filled to the brim with vulnerability, desperation and most importantly; shame.

Within a second her grasp on him was gone. With the blow of the wind and a thick layer of smoke, she materialised behind him. A jolt shot down his spine as he felt her hand trail down the front of his chest, the other gripping his jaw. The potent mix of tension and desire grew, swirling around in the dust and burrowing in his nostrils. His mind was swilled with the sensations crashing through him.

“I need help- I’m conflicted. My beliefs, my desires. My faith…. You..” each word came out in a strangled whisper.

“Give in.” A warm breathe.

A spark of rebellious defiance shot through him. And for a moment he wavered. His body leaning into her involuntarily, seeking her touch.

“I.. I can’t- I’m a .. man of faith.” He tried to protest, a weak attempt at best, lacking any real conviction. This made her smirk deepen, and her eyes hazed over with greed, she had him right where she wanted him.

“Do you.. not crave the sweet release from desire?” She searched, her tone sweet- coated in a sugary layer of feigned sympathy. His guard lowered further.

“I.. I do..” admission. She knew she was getting closer and closer to her prize. All throughout his mind, her tantalising whispers echoed. Her grip on his jaw loosened, one nail tracing steadily up his cheek, her face came closer to his own.

“Then show me.” Her voice held no urgency but her body was practically brimming.

Craig gave a shake as he felt her burrow her nose against his neck, his body arching into her. Her smirk stayed plastered against his flesh as she gave his neck a long wet kiss.

“How?” He mumbled. She could see the war she had so easily incited within him- fuelling her own need effortlessly. Her lips continued their course up his neck, teeth grazing gently. He was practically pulsing at her ministrations, completely and utterly under her spell.

“I just need your go ahead, your permission- I’ll make sure this won’t even cost you.” With her words the candles flickered, an aggressive dance emitting the flames. His eyes fell shut- thump! Thump! Against his heavy ribcage. She could practically taste the strumming desire oozing off of him.

“Yes.” Slightly broken but completely filled with need, that was all she needed. Her smirk widened drastically. The hand that was trailing his chest coming to rest atop his waistband, a singular finger teasing the hem. And just like before her touch was gone; the scorching heat from her still stinging but no longer present.

Mere seconds later she was in front of him, lidded and sultry eyes meeting his gaze, both hands in his waist band, a teasing grin on her face and a sudden tug down. Her touch was commanding and what was Craig if not always a devout follower, following every command.

His cock springs up, hitting against his Sunday best with a small thud. Swollen tip leaking puddles of precum already as her eyes drink him up. He shivers- maybe from the cold, maybe from her starved gaze. But that’s all it takes before she’s hastily dropping to her knees, tongue already darted out and pinning to his seeping head. Lapping up his essence with a small moan- eyes focused on his features. Eyebrows tightly knitted and teeth grinding as he, too, stared down at her. His nails forcing into his palms, knuckles pure white.

Her tongue was incessant; relentless. Circling round and round the divot. Salty, bitter and oddly addictive. She took him deeper, humming out in pride as his breathing grew heavier. He was burning. Aching. On the verge of tears. And she had merely just started, he wasn’t even sure if he could continue- hand flying up to her hair, gripping harshly as he pursed his lips and tried to control the tremble in his body. But she noticed. She always noticed. His thighs flexed, his eyebrows twitched and his fingers were shaking. She followed his reactions with a hollow of her cheeks, pushing herself further around him.

“O-oh God-“ his eyes dilated and fingers grasping her hair harsher. She holds back her scoff. She’s up and down his long shaft greedily. Thlep. Thlep. Thlep. Up and down. Nose buried in his curly pelvis, a mixture of his precum and her saliva dripping down her chin, his cock entirely engulfed in the wet cavern. He swore he was about to pass out. The air was filled with his musk and arousal, coiling round her hunched frame and soaking into her soft skin, clinging to her.

She abused his tip reverently, drawing shapes with her tongue, writing numbers, scribing sigils.

His knees trembled once more. Stomach almost imploding in. Tingles and shakes running up and down his body as his hairs stuck up. He’s completely unable to conjure up a single thought, rendered speechless and reduced to a heaving mess.

His hips stutter when she continues the same pace but sucks much, much harder. Now teetering right on the edge, every muscle coiled with tension, his entire body rigid. Taut. Her presence, once an origin of his inner tumult, now a never ending sea of pleasure.

His nails now pressing against her skin, knuckles white and she hums. He pushed her head down his length entirely, feeling her throat constricting around him and he let out a choked moan, spilling his cum deep in her throat.

She pulls off slowly, her tongue still running laps around his cock. Pop! And she lets out a small whine of her own as she swallows, the salty flavour coating her lips. She stares up at him, licking the remnants off. She offers him nothing but a pretty smile and lust filled eyes.

He looked down at her with narrowed eyes, beneath them there was a small flicker of something almost tender. His vision still white stained as he tried to catch his breath.

Her body elegantly rose, hands tracing slowly, deliberately up his thighs and quickly pressing against his toned chest.

“How was that, my little lamb?” She cooed. Her eyebrows scrunched up in mild interest, her stare calculated and almost sadistic. He took in a deep breath from the proximity.

“It’s.. it was-..” His words failed him. Small shocks still veering up and down his spine- equal parts pleasure and pain.

A low sultry laugh snuck its way past her glossy lips, one hand hovering above his cheek, nail mapping against his strong cheekbone.

“Catch your breath, little lamb. There’s plenty more fun to be had.” She drawled out. Voice thick like honey, syruped in enticement and promise.

She guided his shoulders back, and he allowed her. Fringing closer and closer to his bed till the backs of his knees came in contact with the plush. His body was still swaying, but these tremors were mixed with trepidation.

A smirk on her lips. Eyes roaming his form.

Her hand slinked down his frame, teasingly tugging at the hem of his shirt, beckoning it higher. And like a dog, he obediently obliged, sliding the thin fabric over his smooth, sinewy body. Breaths growing more shallow, small shudders from the air, yet a path of fire from where she had touched.

She began her assault on his bare thighs, sloppy, wet kisses planted against him, hand gripping at his side. Paving a path up his stomach, nipping, winding up his chest, licking, and settling on his neck. A gasoline line forged against his skin, igniting with a silent crackle.

Her gaze was unwavering, soaking in every little expression on his face, holding him captive. A fresh bead of precum had already began its descent down his throbbing cock.

Their lips met in a messy and careless kiss. Jolts of arousal coursing through the intertwined tongues. Her body eagerly pressed against his, hips bucking down on him and the flimsy dress she wore doing nothing to hide the pooling of arousal. Instinctively, his hands shot up to her waist, his touch desperate, pulling her closer and deeper against him, against the kiss.

A small whine passed her lips and straight into his awaiting mouth, his body instantly reacting as his fingers urgently dug harder into her waist. Her sharpened canines teased at his bottom lip, blending the pain into carnality. Touches grew more feverish, the thin barrier of the dress only adding to the building tension. Both bodies writhing. Squirming. Burning.

Her hand snaked down to his aching member, teasing it against her soppy slit. She shuddered at his warmth. With a tantalising largo she pressed him to her entrance. Steadily, she lowered herself onto him and he felt himself set ablaze. Twin gasps mixed into the kiss. Craig struggled to catch his breath, feeling entirely overwhelmed by the tight squeeze.

He was the first to break the kiss, sweaty forehead coming to rest on her shoulder, a flood of sensations coursing through his body. His grip on her waist was almost bruising now.

Her own eyes tightly shut as she adjusted to the stretch. Cunt pulsing around his thick cock. She lowered herself more, another wanton whine passing her lips. She let out a shuddering breath and focused her attention to him once more, reveling in the burning pink of his cheeks.

Her hands greedily ran down his sculpted body, raking her nails against the ridges. His own eyes fly open, taking in her form, the moon now high in the window behind her, illuminating her like a goddess. He almost has to squint.

She lifts her hips before pummelling down harshly.

“F-fuck..” he all but whimpers, and her lips curl into a small knowing smirk. Her swollen folds spread against his aching cock and his eyes drift down. A small groan rips from his throat as she repeats the action. Lifting. Pummeling. Lifting. Pummeling.

His stare is starving as he looks between them. Travelling down to the dress, one shaky hand grabs the bottom of it, pulling it higher. She’s quick to tug the fabric from his grip, placing it between her teeth, her entire body now on display. His calloused hand slides to her breast, thumb running over her pointed nipple, eyes glazed over and mind in a haze.

She continues bouncing, splitting herself open on him. Her chest slick with sweat. A loud filthy squelching echoing through the somewhat barren room. Precum and arousal mixing together, a creamy white ring at the base of his cock.

Smoke exuded from her skin, filling the room with an almost aphrodisiac like scent.

“Are- are you still fuck having doubts, little lamb?” Her coo came as a breathless whine. Hips bucking down to meet his in a harsh rhythm.

He could do nothing but instinctively grind himself up, one hand tugging harshly at her breast, head fallen slack against the bedding.

“Please… don’t stop-“ his voice finally came, cracking with emotion. She smirked down at him, rolling her hips more. His hands roamed her plush skin, exploring her curves and dips, drinking in her softness.

With each sink down, she could feel the way he hit so deep, the rotund tip of his cock kissing at her cervix. His heavy lidded eyes met her lustful ones, a quiet exchange.

Beautiful, needy whimpers streamed out of him with each jolt of her hips. His eyes wandered her body once more, noting the hairs that stuck down to her sweat coated forehead, the hypnotising bounce of her breasts, the greedy way her cunt seemed to swallow him whole.

“You’re doing so good-“ she moaned, hand coming up and stroking his wet cheek fondly, hips unrelenting in their pace, chasing the thick stretch of him inside her.

“Please..” he shivered from the praise, the words hardly audible over his ragged breaths. His eyes glossy as he looked at her, sinking deeper into a blissful oblivion. His hands left no inch of her body uncharted, completely and utterly at her mercy.

She clenches like a fist around him, his winded moans fuelling her, and he twitches. His cock pulses inside her as he lets out a strangled gasp.

“Too- too tight” he manages to wheeze out, the hand on her thigh pressing firmly, nails leaving furrows on her supple skin. His pelvis reaching higher and higher as he drove into her, cock pressing snugly against her mushy walls.

The thrusts grow more urgent and needy as the room spun around him; a searing white mist cast over his vision. He’s desperate to absorb every sensation as his patience begins to dwindle, chasing after that world shattering high yet again.

Shes not oblivious to his pursuit, slamming down against him as a means to help, she could feel how his thighs had clenched, how his cock thudded against her spongy walls. And she too was nearing her peak.

“Let go for me, little lamb.” She coaxed. Squeezing down on him with surgical precision, and his breath catches in his throat.

The command. The vice grip she had around him. Pushed him further to the overwhelming edge, far beyond his limit, his body trembled as his hands held her rigidly. A strangled choke propelled from his lips, hips jerking into her violently. She followed right after, insides painted a milky white, her vision nothing if not a blur. Body convulsing against him, slumping down. Her pupils were blown wide with sensations.

The room filled with breathless heaves, both slowly relaxing, still connected. She continued small grinds onto him, leaving him sensitive and vulnerable. He felt himself grasping at her, seeking out her touch.

“Don’t be getting greedy now.” She mused with a low laugh, softly taking his hand and holding it against her chest. Her laugh was like a sweet torment and her touch a tease. What was the point in rushing? She had found her new favourite toy

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marcmarcmomarc · 2 months ago

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If The Owl House had “RWBY”-style cast rolls: Season 2 (King’s Tide)

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Starring the voices of

Luz Noceda: Sarah-Nicole Robles

Eda Clawthorne: Wendie Malick

King Clawthorne: Alex Hirsch

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Garlog: André Sogliuzzo

Hooty: Alex Hirsch

Lilith Clawthorne: Cissy Jones

Bounty Collector: Matt Chapman

Abominable Cutie Pie: Matt Chapman

Salty: Steve Blum

Fish Sailor: Matt Chapman

Hunter: Zeno Robinson

Coven Guards: Dee Bradley Baker, Matt Chapman, Zeno Robinson, & Roger Craig Smith

Philip Wittebane/Emperor Belos: Alex Lawther & Matthew Rhys

Odalia Blight: Rachael MacFarlane

Amity Blight: Mae Whitman

Investors: Eric Bauza, Matt Chapman, & Gary Anthony Williams

Willow Park: Tati Gabrielle

Gus Porter: Issac Ryan Brown

Bird Student: Matt Chapman

Principal Bump: Bumper Robinson

Alador Blight: Jim Pirri

Harvey Park: Matt Chapman

Perry Porter: Gary Anthony Williams

Gilbert Park: Eric Bauza

Edric Blight: Ryan O’Flanagan

Emira Blight: Erica Lindbeck

Young King: Dana Terrace

Young Eda: Natalie Palamides

Healer: Eric Bauza

Gwendolyn Clawthorne: Deb Doetzer

Gremlins: Eric Bauza

Master Wortlop: Gary Anthony Williams

Morton: Shannon McKain

Camila Noceda: Elizabeth Grullon

Vee: Michaela Dietz & Sarah-Nicole Robles

Slitherbeast: Fred Tatasciore

Braxas: Kevin Locarro

Bria: Felicia Day

Warden Wrath: Roger Craig Smith

Gavin: Nik Dodani

Angmar: Harvey Guillén

Mattholomule: Jorge Diaz

Hexside Girl: Erica Lindbeck

Hexside Kid: Kari Wahlgren

Malphas: Fred Tatasciore

Graveyard Keeper: Christopher Swindle

Butterfly Illusion: Eden Riegel

Gavin’s Dad: Dee Bradley Baker

Kikimora: Mela Lee

Bat Queen: Isabella Rossellini

Boscha: Eden Riegel

Viney: Ally Maki

Spiked Headed Student: Matt Chapman

Guard Captains: Dee Bradley Baker, Kimberly Brooks, & Fryda Wolff

Penstagram News Announcer: Kimberly Brooks

Raine Whispers: Avi Roque

Darius Deamonne: Keston John

Kevin: Kevin Locarro

Wild Witch: Grey DeLisle

Katya: Grey DeLisle

Amber: Kari Wahlgren

Tinella Nosa: Dana Terrace

Derwin: Zeno Robinson

Cup of Ephemeral Glory: Matt Chapman

Ukla’s Mom: Grey DeLisle

Eberwolf: Kari Wahlgren

Ukla: Grey DeLisle

Young Lilith: Abigail Zoe Lewis

Dell Clawthorne: Peter Gallagher

The Collector: Fryda Wolff

Tarak: Kevin Michael Richardson

Abominations: Bumper Robinson

Opera Singer: Fryda Wolff

Barista: Kari Wahlgren

Rats: Eric Bauza

Teen Girl: Grey DeLisle

Teen Boy: Zeno Robinson

Jacob Hopkins: Roger Craig Smith

Terra Snapdragon: Debra Wilson

Belos Fan: Matt Chapman

Coven Scouts: Dee Bradley Baker, Matt Chapman, Jorge Diaz, Rachael MacFarlane, Dana Terrace, & Debra Wilson

Steve Tholomule: Matt Chapman

Flora D’splora: Eileen Galindo

Knight: Christopher Swindle

Savage Ages Women: Mela Lee & Kari Wahlgren

Savage Ages Men: Matt Chapman

Cyclops Woman: Kari Wahlgren

Three Headed Woman: Eileen Galindo

Red Fang: Gary Anthony Williams

Green Fang: Christopher Swindle

Oracle Student: Arin Hanson

Jerbo: Noah Galvin

Professor Hermonculus: J.B. Blanc

Skara: Kimberly Brooks

Tibbles: Parvesh Cheena

Demon Hunter: Grey DeLisle

Demon Hunter Leader: Kevin Michael Richardson

Principal Faust: Eric Bauza

Young Eye-Eating Monster: Bumper Robinson

Trust Instructor: Roger Craig Smith

Jelly Blob: Eric Bauza

Young Raine: Blu del Barrio

Cyclops Girl: Dana Terrace

Plant Track Student: Bumper Robinson

Teeth Salesman: Matt Chapman

Prim: Kimberly Brooks

Oracle Coven Witch: Mela Lee

Yellow Horned Man: Matt Chapman

Young Inner Belos: Fryda Wolff

Past Golden Guards: Zeno Robinson

King’s Dream Father: Alex Hirsch

King’s Dream Siblings: Matt Chapman

Titan Trapper: Steve Blum

Bill: Chris Houghton

Illusion Teacher: Rachael MacFarlane

Young Gus: Carter Jones

Gus’ Partner: Matt Chapman

Illusion Student: Matt Chapman

Adrian Graye Vernworth: Noshir Dalal

Severine: Dana Terrace

Additional Creature Vocalizations: Dee Bradley Baker

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your-local-uwu-artist · 2 years ago

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they play viddy games~

anyway SUPER PROUD OF THIS ONE: progress/alt versions and rambles under cut

THE FIRST SKETCH: mostly just me getting my ideas down: working out the poses and placement, however you can notice in this initial sketch that the room originally didn't show the door and was just in a corner, and that I originally was gonna sneak in some coffee cups for tweek via a trash can.

the second sketch: fleshing out the details, a lot of stuff was added and changed, the room layout, the lamp, and a bunch of smaller things too

The 'base' colors: so I was having a really hard time with this color scheme actually, at first I wanted to go for something really warm and different from my usual brighter color schemes (lol as if i could ever go without my beloved saturation) but I was sorta struggling with my inital approach of starting with an orange base: so I decieded to use a magenta and just get down the values, the bases would be easy to edit later, and I was able to get an idea of the general flow of colors

colors completed: lines colored and an ity bit of shading added. I ended up shifting around some of the structure from the magenta version, but i think it's an improvement. I ended up leaning into my usual color palettes, I mean, I'm already experimenting and practicing with backgrounds and style here, so I'll keep procrastinating on my plans to use a warm de-saturated palette.

anyway! some details and references!!! if you look closely there's some little color blobs on Jimmy's crutches to resemble stickers. the poster of Craig's door is of a minior (drawn without reference pic thof dasjk) The picture with the guinea pig on the door also features dandelions which people have pointed out tweek resembles. Jimmy's backpack has an amongus keychain as well as a pansexual and disabled pride flags. Craig's 'super craig' s paper is on his backpack. one of tweeks shirts can be spotted in the laundry basket as well as the hat Craig wore while in a peruvian flute band. clyde is transgender because i felt like it. I was originally going to include an autism creature somewhere but it ended up getting cut.

#kyukyudraws #south park #craig and those guys #craig tucker #jimmy valmer #tweek tweak #tolkien black #clyde donovan #the kinda art i am so proud of I have to fight the urge to tag the homies to let them know

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abyssal-forge-bah · 1 month ago

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would you mind making us twin incubi hypersexuality holders with one having a femboy y2k energy and the other having mcr-era emo energy? ty either way!

(THIS ALTER COMES IN PAIR)

tw: suggestive

The deep sea answers your call! In the reflection of the water, you see...

General stuff:

1. Name: Ardat, Kali, Azrael, Loki, Ryzaris, Nessona, Aertar, Prisless, Malvorus, Pypo, Gary, Zython, Vrog, Craig, Akuma, Yami, Lucius, Lysander, Magnus, Thorne, Ragnar, Valefor, Malachi, Damon, Mordecai, Lazarus, Darian, Calix, Asher, Kairo, Nemo

2. Pronouns: he/him, they/them, it/its, lu/lust, horn/horns, fang/fangs, pup/pups, fluff/fluffs, cott/cotton, shine/shiny, met/metall, blob/blobs

3. Species: incubus, demon, human

4. Source: brainmade

5. Gender identity / sex: trigender, xenoflux, dragondender, picrewic, BWSAWgender, rhythmgamic, freakguy, pincusmic, demoniwhore, femboy, femcatboygender, bubblegumic, y2kcoric

6. Sexual / romantic attraction: ambiamorous, homosexual, heteroromantic

7. Gender expression: feminine

8. Role: hypersexuality holder, sensual reliever, identity alleviator, cupid

9. Sign-off: 😈, 💗, 🎀, 🎧, 🍒, 🎱, 🕷️

10. Face claim:

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Additional stuff:

11. Age: 20-25

12. Alterhuman identity: incubuskin, demonkin, catboykin, bunnylink, cathearted, foxhearted, lamalink, sylveonkin, umbreonkin, dragonkin

13. Aesthetic: femboy, kawaii, mcBling, emo

14. Random facts: afraid of storms, can't stand the cold, compulsively cracks neck, talks to animals as if they were people

15. Music playlists:

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Be aware that headmate could form differently than described!

#anti radqueer #bah #bah blog #build a headmate #radqueer dni #endo safe #endogenic safe #brainmade #brainmade || abyssal forge #tw demons #tw suggestive

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racefortheironthrone · 1 year ago

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Seems like the Atomic Age inspired every second superhero to get his or her powers through radiation. The radioactive spider bite is probably the most well known example, but I saw some pretty wacky ones. Wondering if you know any other crazy or interesting ones too?

A lot of the Silver Age superheroes were radioactive, in no small part because Stan Lee was a nut on the subject and didn't particularly care about the actual science. So in addition to Spider-Man (and many of his rogues' gallery), you have the gamma bomb test that created the Hulk and many of his rogues' gallery (although Al Ewing invented a fascinating Kabbalistic mythology on top of the whole gamma radiation thing), the radioactive ooze that blinded Matt Murdock (and created the Ninja Turtles), and on and on...

The one you're probably less familiar with is the first origin story for mutants in the X-Men:

While the nuclear origin of Professor X and the 05 were eventually superseded by Chris Claremont's decision to shift from atomic radiation to genetic mutation, which would be formalized as the X-Gene, X-comics didn't completely abandon the Silver Age origin story for mutants. Building on Xavier's backstory of being the children of government scientists working at a top-secret project at Alamagordo, New Mexico (a clear allusion to the Trinity Test conducted at Los Alamos as part of the Manhattan Project), Fabien Nicieza, Craig Kyle, Chris Yost, and especially Mike Carey invented the Black Womb Project.

In a feat of paranoid conspiracy rarely seen outside of a game of Illuminati, the Black Womb Project was a secret genetic mutation research group using nuclear research as a cover story. Led by "Dr. Nathan Milbury" (aka Mister Sinister aka Nathaniel Essex) and the almost-as-evil Amanda Mueller (aka "the Black Womb Killer"), the Black Womb Project hired Dr. Brian Xavier (Charles' father), Dr. Kurt Marko (Cain Marko's father), and Irene Adler (working undercover to foil Sinister's bid for Dominion).

This project involved wildly unethical experimentation on thousands of children abducted by FBI agents Fred Duncan (who would become Professor X's FBI liason) and Carl Denti (the future anti-mutant villain "X-Cutioner"), including many of the Silver Age villains like Fred Dukes (the Blob) and Mortimer Toynbee (Toad), as well as experiments conducted by Drs. Xavier and Marko on their own children Charles and Cain. Supposedly, the Black Womb Project was designed to test a number of different methods of activating latent X-Genes...

But secretly, Nathaniel Essex/Mister Sinister was intending to use the Project as a springboard for his goals for immortality and ultimate dominion through something called the Cronus Device. This involved the implantation of Sinister's DNA into Xavier and Marko so that if Sinister ever died, a failsafe would activate that would wipe the minds of Charles, Marko, and their descendants and implant Sinister's mind and abilities into them.

While Sinister's plans were foiled by Irene Adler's precognition and Amanda Mueller's attempt to usurp the Cronus Device and replace Sinister's backup with her own (Mueller's mutant power gave her immortality but not eternal youth, so she wanted to use Sinister's backdoor to clone herself into youthful bodies), it did succeed in installing a Sinister backdoor into Charles Xavier and Cain Marko that Sinister would eventually infiltrate into the mutant DNA database at the heart of Krakoan resurrection. Sinister then used his backdoors to attempt to seize control of the Quiet Council and create an intergalatic mutant empire, which he would then sacrifice to fuel his ascension into Dominion.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that Enigma had gotten there first...

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shiversdownyourspleen · 2 years ago

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Having major celebrities cameo in as either masked troopers, one-off goons or in so much alien makeup you’d never know it was them was actually the best part of the sequel trilogy and I really hope they keep doing it

We’ve had

Simon Pegg as a blob fish

Thomas Brodie-Sangster as a space nazi

Daniel Craig as another space nazi

Joseph Gordon-Levitt as a Neighbourhood Watch member

And goddamn Lin Manuel Miranda showing up in the Resistance

Please keep it coming I need more faceless goons to be A-list celebrities

#Have there been any like this in the D+ shows??#star wars #sw #star wars sequel trilogy #sw sequels #force awakens #last jedi #rise of skywalker #cameos

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verymindfulmonsters · 6 months ago

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Collage of monster OCs

Featuring

1st row: Fieldwalker (Pumpkin head), Verman (Bug man), Carmilla (Vampire), Sir Umbra (Ghost), Grimle (Mutant Elf), Goober (Blob), Memlin (Gremlin), Peter (Shark), Dusk (Unicorn) Osiris (Mummy)

2nd row: Fairy Godfather (Fairy) Boogidy Boo (Bogeyman) Zaxtor (Alien) Amelis (Witch) Puppet Master (Doll) Gill (Fish-man)

3rd row: Esqueleto (Skeleton) Chamaneon (Lizard Man) Virain (Living Computer Virus) Latran (Were-Coyote) Kelp-Beard (Zombie) Phantasa (Music Spirit) Christy (Mermaid) Humfluppador (Wizard) Erithicus (Genie) Morlonator (Cyborg Morlock) Mightmilla (Kaiju) Gorgo (Stone Gorgon)

4th row: Cyberstein's Monster (Cybernetic Zombie) Eld-Rick (Elder God) Fuzzworthington (Imaginary Friend) Craig P. Pasta (????) Frosty (Yeti)

5th row: Edward (Mutant Dinosaur) Lucistophilies (Demon) Roger (Man-Eating Plant) Mr.Dyde (Demon Possessed) Michelle (Angel) Grim Licher (Lich)

Back Row: Frank (Sand Worm) Carl (Dragon) Emperor Howl (Mutant Primate)

Hope You enjoy :)

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sn41lb41l · 2 years ago

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intro post bc yippee!!

this is my side blog, it’s just a blob of fandom and otherkin stuff and the occasional complaining about my classes

Lonnie, they/he pronouns but i’m cool with fem. gendered terms ^^

OKAY uhhhmm i’m otherkin and fictionkin, but i may not actually post about that too much depending on whatever vibes i get from this blog later on 😍😍😍😍 (I am an alien, as well as Craig Tucker from South Park and Double-D from EENE, these are my biggest kins and the only ones I really feel the need to introduce myself with !! )

i’m pagan but since that is very personal to me i will NOT be mentioning that on here again

DNI: pedophiles, Jesus freaks, bigots (homophobes, racists, sexists, all of y’all losers 💀), Hellpark antis, doubles, anti-selfship

note: this blog is neutral/avoidant of ship discourse/debate, keep it out of my notes please. idc what you ship just don’t drag me into fights pretty please.

#introduction post #alterhuman #nonhuman #therian #fictionkin #otherkin #introduction #side blog #wolfkin #felinekin #caninekin #alienkin #monsterkin #spacekin #selfshipping

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docrotten · 8 months ago

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GHOST STORY (1981) – Episode 269 – Decades of Horror 1980s

“Dance with me, you little toad.” Okay, but could we have a safe word, just in case? Join your faithful Grue Crew – Crystal Cleveland, Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, and Jeff Mohr – as they discuss Ghost Story (1981), the film made from Peter Straub’s bestselling novel starring five Hollywood legends.

Decades of Horror 1980s Episode 269 – Ghost Story (1981)

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Gruesome Magazine is partnering with the WICKED HORROR TV CHANNEL (https://wickedhorrortv.com/) which now includes video episodes of Decades of Horror 1980s and is available on Roku, AppleTV, Amazon FireTV, AndroidTV, and its online website across all OTT platforms, as well as mobile, tablet, and desktop.

Two generations of men find themselves haunted by the presence of a spectral woman. When the son of one of the elderly men returns to his hometown after his brother’s mysterious death, they attempt to unravel her story.

Directed by: John Irvin

Writing Credits: Lawrence D. Cohen (screenplay by); Peter Straub (based on the 1979 novel by)

Music by: Philippe Sarde

Cinematography by: Jack Cardiff (director of photography)

Editing by: Tom Rolf

Costume Design by: May Routh

Production Design/Art Direction by: Norman Newberry

Makeup Department:

Dick Smith (make-up illusions by)

Rick Baker (special makeup effects artist)

Carl Fullerton (special makeup effects artist)

Visual Effects by:

Albert Whitlock (special visual effects)

Syd Dutton (matte artist)

Dennis Glouner (matte photographer)

Bill Taylor (matte photographer)

Henry Schoessler (matte crew) (uncredited)

Susan Turner (visual effects) (uncredited)

Stunts (selected): Glenn Randall Jr. (stunt coordinator); Dick Warlock (stunts)

Selected Cast:

Fred Astaire as Ricky Hawthorne

Melvyn Douglas as John Jaffrey

Douglas Fairbanks Jr. as Edward Wanderley

John Houseman as Sears James

Craig Wasson as Don / David

Patricia Neal as Stella

Alice Krige as Alma / Eva

Jacqueline Brookes as Milly

Miguel Fernandes qs Gregory Bate

Lance Holcomb as Fenny Bate

Mark Chamberlin as Young John Jaffrey

Tim Choate as Young Ricky Hawthorne

Kurt Johnson as Young Edward Wanderley

Ken Olin as Young Sears James

Brad Sullivan as Sheriff Hardesty

Robin Curtis as Rea Dedham

Breon Gorman as Nettie Dedham

James Greene as Mailman

Cagle D. Green as Eva’s Apparition

Kyra Carleton as Eva’s Apparition

Alfred Curven as Man in Coffin

Our apologies to the Grue-Believers expecting Without Warning (1980), but Ghost Story (1981) is a film the Grue-Crew have been keeping their collective eyes on for a few years, patiently waiting for it to move from PPV to a subscription service. Rest assured, Without Warning is already rescheduled to record in late November 2024.

Ghost Story’s cast and crew sports eight Oscar winners plus several nominees, and yet, the Grue-Crew are divided in their appreciation. Compromises and sacrifices must be made when transforming a 500-page, complexly plotted novel into a two-hour movie, and the results are hit-and-miss. Despite its faults, it’s a remarkable film, and the crew has much to discuss.

At the time of this writing, Ghost Story is available to stream from Amazon Prime (for a short time) and multiple PPV sources. It is also available on physical media as a Blu-ray formatted disc from Scream Factory.

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 Jeff, will be The Blob (1988)! Classic Era covered the original 1958 version, and a previous 80s crew covered this version in episode 126 almost seven years ago. This time, the current 80s Grue-Crew will be joined by effects artists Ralph Miller and Jeff Farley, who both worked on the film. This is going to be fun!

Please let them know how they’re doing! They want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans – so leave them a message or comment on the Gruesome Magazine Youtube channel, on the Gruesome Magazine website, or email the Decades of Horror 1980s podcast hosts at [email protected].

Tagged Albert Whitlock, Alice Krige, Bill Taylor, Craig Wasson, Dick Smith, Dick Warlock, Douglas Fairbanks Jr., Fred Astaire, Ghost Story, Jack Cardiff, john houseman, John Irvin, Ken Olin, Lawrence D. Cohen, May Routh, Melvyn Douglas, Norman Newberry, Patricia Neal, Peter Straub, Philippe Sarde, Rick Baker, Tom Rolf

Check out this episode!

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