#detour series
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Chicago Fire
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sylvie Brett/Matthew Casey
Characters: Sylvie Brett, Matthew Casey, Ben Darden, Griffin Darden, Julia | Sylvie Brett's Ward, Christopher Herrmann, Cindy Herrmann, Donna Robbins, Wallace Boden, Trudy Platt, Randy "Mouch" McHolland, Joe Cruz (Chicago Fire), Chloe Allen, Violet Mikami, Emily Foster, Stella Kidd, Darren Ritter, Blake Gallo, Greg Grainger
Additional Tags: Long Shot, One Shot, True Love, Plans For The Future, Meant To Be, Friendship/Love, Team as Family, Found Family, chosen family, Family Feels, Detour Series
Series: Part 6 of Detour
Summary:
After brunch with Christie and Violet, that went exceptionally well in Sylvie’s opinion, they all pile back in the car and she plugs in Patty and Maurice’s address to Matt’s phone's GPS. It’s long past time that Matt and the boys meet Julia and today is finally the day.
She called yesterday and confirmed a visit. Patty said to stop by anytime since they would be home all day. Sylvie cannot wait to hold her little squish of a baby girl. It’s been too long since a visit, even if she just saw her a day before Matt arrived home.
The second they pull into the driveway, Sylvie senses Matt’s nerves. He’s squirmy and his hands never quite settle anywhere for longer than a second or two. She glances toward the backseat and notices the boys are more antsy than nervous. Griffin’s leg is bouncing up and down, knocking into the back of her seat.
Reaching across the arm rests, Sylvie rubs Matt’s shoulder soothingly. “You’ll be great. Julia will love you.”
#brettsey#sylvie brett#matt casey#matt casey x sylvie brett#chicago fire#detour series#my fic#angellwings writes
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The Detour 1
Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Thor
Summary: You find yourself stranded in a small village.
Part of the Backwoods AU
Note: So this is an idea I had for a while but I just know I wouldn't get to do it full length for chapters but I hope it's fun.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
You watch the green landscape pass outside the window. The tow truck rattles, almost to a concerning degree, as it chuffs down the winding country road. The driver, a man who calls himself Vol, sings along loudly to the radio as you make yourself small in the passenger seat.
This isn’t how you saw your road trip going. You don’t understand why something always has to go wrong. Even with your utmost efforts, there’s always some hitch.
You go over it all in your head. An oil change, standard check-up, some adjustments. All that on a nearly new model and you still ended up stranded. A flat tire but you don’t have a spare. The man promises one back at his shop.
Whatever it costs, you don’t care. You’re annoyed at the time spent on this ridiculous mishap. It does seem to occur often that each time you attempt to do something for yourself, that there must be some disaster. It’s why you haven’t tried anything of the sort in years.
You look in the mirror and see the edge of your car strapped to the bed of the truck. You should’ve done the train. The view along the cross country rail is allegedly quite resplendent but you didn’t like the idea of having to abide by a schedule not your own. Once again, your stubbornness nips you in the rear.
The man slaps the steering wheel along to the beat of the music. You don’t mind the song, it’s considered a classic of the genre, but does it need to be so loud? You cross your arms and huff, the noise of your displeasure drowned out by the crackling speakers.
Country houses stand on hills and fields sprawl with freshly sowed fields. You try to imagine a life here, away from the bustling furor of the city. That thought makes your chest want to collapse. You couldn’t do it. You are urban to the core.
As you come to the heart of the village, the houses are placed closer but not clustered. Only along the sparse row of their ‘downtown’ do buildings dare to touch. It’s after five and the shops are all closed for the day.
“Garage is just behind Mary’s place,” the man turns down the radio, “we’ll get a better look at the damage.” He assures you, peeking at you in the rear view, “these old country roads aren’t meant for speeding.”
“I wasn’t…” you cut yourself off. You won’t argue. You just want a new tire, “right, thank you.”
He chuckles, nonplussed by your curtness. He steers around another long bend in the road. Why must everything be so tedious and slow? He shuttles up to a bright red structure that resembles a barn. Across the moniker, hand painted nonetheless, is the name Volstagg’s. He flips the stick to park and kills the engine.
“Here,” he proclaims, pausing as his eyes pinpoint through the windshield, “ah, of course.”
He clicks his seat belt and lets it repel. He swings open the door so violently it shakes the entire vehicle. You furrow your brow as he hops down and hollers. What on earth is he doing?
“...working. What d’you want?” Is all you catch through his chortling grit.
“Good to see you too, friend,” another voice counters, even deeper and smooth like silk. Great, another of the village folk.
You undo your seat belt and check your reflection in the side mirror. You open the door and plant your heel on the little metal step below the door. You let yourself down but stumble at the still jarring height of the truck cabin. You cling to the door as you gain your balance.
You shut it with a creak and a clang. Your soles mulch in the dusty gravel as you follow the voices. You clear your throat, facing the men chattering on the other side of the truck. You bring your hands to your hips in a show of your irritation.
“Hullo,” you sneer, “my tire, sir.”
The bearded redhead, Vol, and his companion, a blond even taller and blonder, look over at you with curious expressions. Their faces tint from surprised to amused. You want to roll your eyes. Your stature rarely affords you dignity.
“Yes, ma’am,” the redhead shows his large palm apologetically, “forgive me,” he faces the other man, “as you see, I have work to do.”
“So I see,” the other man drawls, his gaze stuck on you, “you are visiting Hammer Ford?”
You curl your lip, “never. Passing through,” you turn and stride away, towards the front of the building as Vol gets back in his truck.
The blond jogs in front of the high bumper, waving at the driver, as he crosses over to you. You keep your back to him as you strut up the edge of the dirt lot. You try to ignore him as you watch the mechanic angle around to bring your car along the front of the garage, steering the bed towards the doors.
“Passing through. On your way to…?”
“None of your concern,” you sniff, “I only need a new tire and I’ll be gone.”
“Ah, that’s too bad. This is a lovely village. Quaint. You might like it here,” he muses, “a woman like yourself, you might find it novel.”
“A woman like me?” You challenge, facing him at last, well, facing his torso. You look up, “how am I like, sir?”
“Well, from the city presumably,” he tosses back as if mocking your tone, “city folk tend to endear themselves to the quiet here.”
“Mmm,” you accept with a purse of your lips, “I’ll be off as soon as my tire is fixed. I have more important places to be.”
“Fair,” he shrugs, “you do seem rather… important.” He emphasizes the last word, echoing your own statement. You squint and turn away again. You’ll be gone soon enough.
“Vol,” he spins with a holler, bounding off to bother the other man as he works at placing the loading ramps against the truck bed, “before I go…”
His voice trails off as he claps the other man’s shoulder, his volume dropping notably. You slowly drag your heels towards them, receiving another glimpse from the blond’s sea blue eyes. He smirks before he releases his comrade from his bearlike grasp.
“Good day, lady,” he bows his head in exaggerated gallantry, “not to worry, Volstagg always takes special care of the pretty ones.”
#thor#dark thor#dark!thor#thor x reader#au#backwoods au#series#drabble#the detour#mcu#marvel#avengers#volstagg
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Do you ever think about how the overarching plot of Dandandan is actually just about trying to get that guy's nuts back
#dandadan#almost 150 chapters thus far and it's incredible the detours they've taken this kid's had like one testicle the whole time#i really wonder if the series will end after they (200 chapters later) finally restore his ball sack like what would even come next
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The X Files (1993) Detour
S5E4
While driving through northern Florida with two other FBI agents en route to a team-building seminar, Scully and Mulder are drawn into the disappearance of several men in a wooded area. Rumors are soon circulating in the nearby town that there are monsters in the woods. Mulder soon believes there is definitely something in the woods causing these deaths and nature itself may be seeking revenge in the form of invisible creatures. He and Scully go off into the woods and encounter the creatures firsthand...forest monster, or perhaps ancient spirits...
*Gillian Anderson deliberately sang "Joy to the World" slightly out of key, in keeping with her character who "can't carry a tune." She says she can sing it a lot better in real life.
#The X Files#tv series#1993#1997 episode#Detour#forest monster#Dana Scully#Fox Mulder#red eyes#nature#Ad Noctum#Conquistadors#S5E4#crime#drama#mystery#old myth#fantasy#just watched#creepy#green
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this is a brand new series i will be completing that has everything to do with seventeen and car sex! each piece will be written by me and each will be unique!
i do not have a posting schedule for this, it will be completely sporadic and when I have time. the below order is hopefully the other they fics will be released in :) if you have any questions or anything you might want me to add send me an ask!
all asks and fics will be tagged under #detours series should you wish to blacklist it or not want to see it :)
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Seungkwan: TBA
Junhui: TBA
Seungcheol: TBA
Minghao: TBA
Wonwoo: TBA
Seokmin: TBA
Chan: TBA
Jeonghan: TBA
Vernon: TBA
Mingyu: TBA
Jihoon: TBA
Soonyoung: TBA
Joshua: TBA
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These gorgeously captivating illustrations of the Amulet world were the reason I became hooked on the series as a geeky ten year old, but also the ultimate reason I have stayed invested in it as a savant over-eighteen year old.
#even with the later books in the series taking an unexpected genre detour and leaving many readers including me dissatisfied#i still love to marvel in how beautifully done the full page landscape/background art was done#truly wish the plot stayed consistent and navigated the readers through this gorgeous world a bit more thoroughly#so. so much potential#i may be a literature and novel boffin but these illustrations inspire me to think more artistically#amulet series#amulet kazu kibuishi#graphic novel illustrations ~ <3#art#i smell a rewrite?
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it's like. im still a little anxious about tomura's fate and i think part of that is just that i'm a naturally anxious person so that can't really be helped.
but...
i feel fairly confident now that tomura is going to live. like for some people that chapter just seemed to confirm that tomura has to die, but i think it confirmed the exact opposite. past villains that deku has inspired coming back after a change of heart was not a coincidence. it did not happen for nothing. tomura still insisting that he has to destroy everything despite being "free" from afo means that while he may have escaped the possession, afo's influence is still very much there. afo's grooming still affecting him also doesn't mean that he actually doesn't have any issues with hero society, bc that's not the case either.
like, tomura mentions that he waited to get his body back little by little, and one of the glimpses we saw of vestige tenko was calling out for deku (sure, he didn't explicitly say "save me" and i don't think he's quite at a point where he's ready to accept deku yet, but if everything goes the way i hope it will, i think he will eventually)
i feel confident that deku will reach him. the fandom needs to let go of what old fuck-ass gran torino said about killing being a way of saving. i get that a story has important moments that are referenced again later, obviously, but deku clearly does not want to do what he suggested and i don't think he's going to. it's a last resort option and i don't think deku will be pushed to that.
this is a shounen series at the end of the day, and what kind of shit message would it be to say that "not everyone can be saved actually and deku was an idiot for trying"???
#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha 379#bnha 379#tomura shigaraki#shigaraki tomura#like unless hori suddenly takes a hard detour and pulls some weird shit last minute?? i think tomura will be okay#but i've also been a fan of series where that exact thing happens so#we'll see ig#took out that last bit bc it was corny but the point still stands
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you ever write something so fucked up you just start laughing
#i detoured into wify 2 briefly cause i had an idea and goddamn. sorry old blue.#fic: i know exactly what i want and it's this life that we've created#series: when i found you i found me#chatter
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Favorite Goth boy post corn transformation
after many years i am finally catching up with PJO and, let me tell you, it’s a trip. Halfway through House of Hades and this part had me dying for some reason. (also, Nico vs Cupid almost broke me but that’s a different thing entirely.) ANYWAYS, yeah, here’s my Speedpaint for the month in the form of a confused Nico.
#pjo#house of hades#nico di angelo#pjo nico#my doodles#my speedpaints#i swear i've read most of this series in the last week#i'm flying though books like i'm back in highschool and readings the only thing i do#i'm halfway through HoH and i started it yesterday#anyways#enjoy this little detour#idk when it will be over
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Chicago Fire
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sylvie Brett/Matthew Casey
Characters: Sylvie Brett, Matthew Casey, Ben Darden, Griffin Darden, Stella Kidd
Additional Tags: Detour Series, One Shot, Second Chances, True Love, Meant To Be, Friendship/Love, chosen family, Found Family
Series: Part 4 of Detour
Summary:
Two weeks fly by.
Sylvie expects time to slow down, especially since they agreed not to announce the engagement until Matt was back full time. But no, time moves faster than ever.
The bureaucratic red tape that stands between Sylvie and Julia stretches on. Processing is behind and then there’s the matter of a home inspection. Julia is still with her foster family and receiving visits from her soon-to-be adopted mom as often as possible. On one hand it’s frustrating as hell but on the other she’s relieved Matt isn’t missing out on any big milestones. He’s excited to be a part of Julia’s life and she wants to share every moment of the journey with him.
Speaking of their journey, he arrives back home today. Griffin and Ben will be arriving with him.
#brettsey#sylvie brett#matt casey#matt casey x sylvie brett#chicago fire#detour series#my fic#angellwings writes
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The Detour 5
Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Thor
Summary: You find yourself stranded in a small village.
Part of the Backwoods AU
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
You leave the table almost as soon as you clear your plate. A single course is well enough to tide you over. After the day you’ve had, your fatigue is more pressing than your hunger.
You retreat up to your assigned suite and check to be sure the door is locked. You sigh as you pull sleeping clothes from your suitcase and take them into the bathroom. If you must be here, you will get what little benefit can be found.
You pour yourself another glass of wine and set it on the corner of the tub as it fills with steamy water. You ease yourself and soak in the rising depths, muscles coaxed free of tension. You shut off the faucet and recline, closing your eyes as you bask in the heat. You move only to sip from your glass, draining it as the water cools.
You get out, pruned and suitably drowsy. You pull on the satin shorts and matching camisole and slip into the fluffy linens on the bed. You moan as you sink beneath the down and the hazy night closes in on you, head foggy with the aid of wine. Just one night and you’ll be rid of this forsaken village.
Your sleep is uninterrupted as the alcohol seeps from your veins. You wake, with the shadow of a headache and a gurgle in your stomach. You get up to pluck a bottle of water from the small fridge and scroll through your phone. You have no signal.
You set up the single brew machine for a coffee and as you wait for your fare, you use the room phone to dial the mechanics number. It takes several attempts to get an answer. You are already agitated and painfully more awake by the minutes.
You give your name before you begin, “I’m calling to check on my car.”
“Ah, yes, hm,” he replies buoyantly, “miss, it is bad news–”
“Bad news? Can’t you just patch it so I can drive to the next city? Please, I’m certain they will have the part there–”
“Can’t be patched,” he says plainly, “you wouldn’t make it up the first hill.”
“Well, then, why don’t you drive into the city and retrieve the part I need? That sounds like a solution. I’ll pay for your gas–”
“Miss, I’ve called to all the shops in the county, they don’t have the right axel. It’s being shipped–”
“Shipped?!” The exclamation reverberates in your skull, “shipped? How long will that take?”
“Er, best case, two to three days, worst, a week–”
“A week? That’s the last of my vacation,” you cry, “it isn’t fair! It simply must be fixed–”
“I’m sorry, miss, it’s bad luck,” he drawls.
“Bad luck? Bad luck!?” Before you can explode, you stop yourself and slam the phone down. You do so several times before letting the receiver rest in the cradle. Blast this place!
You forget the coffee waiting for you and tear open your suitcase. You furiously go through your entire routine; makeup, clothes, hair. You might be stuck in this backwoods but you won’t let it rub off on you. You slip into a pair of heels and storm out with the room card clutched in your fist.
You nearly tumble down the staircase and grab onto the banister to keep yourself upright. You stomp, with echoing clicks, across the lobby to the front desk. You cross your arms against the edge as… Dana? Smiles back at you.
“I must speak with your manager.”
“My manager?” She tilts her head, “I… you mean Thor?”
“Whoever is in charge, I don’t care,” you insist, “it is urgent.”
“Um, sure, I’ll just radio him,” she chirps. You turn away before your agitation gets the best of you. Her chipper demeanour, her curved lips, you could claw her damn dumb eyes out. You hear a crackles as she speaks into a hand radio, “Thor, when you have a moment, can you pop up to the front?”
There’s a pause before she gets a response, “certainly, sweetheart, you got something special for me?”
She giggles and the radio beeps again, “Thor, it’s a guest issue.”
You shake your head and pace around the airy space. You wouldn’t call it hideous. It’s antiquated but refined. The plinthed vases, the statues better suited to a romanticist aesthetic, and the intermingled runic markings clash yet not egregiously so.
“Ah, I knew it would be you, lady,” Thor boisterously bounces in from behind the staircase, “have you a chance to try our continental?”
“I am not here to talk about burnt bacon,” you chide as you face him. He approaches, stopping a bit too close for comfort.
“Alright, your wish is my command, what is it now?” He crosses his arms and you mirror him, raising your chin defiantly.
“You are going to drive me to the city. Now.”
“Me?” He scoffs, “and why would I do that?”
“I have money. I will pay for your gas and even a gratuity for your time. I’m certain you haven’t anything too important calling for you here–”
“Can’t,” he rejects you simply.
“Can’t?” You repeat, “you must.”
“I run a hotel, I’m not a valet,” he shrugs and drops his arms.
“You–” you stop your true thoughts from spilling out, “Why not?”
“Well,” he raises a thick finger, “I do have obligations here.”
“Oh, sure, you must,” you peer around at the empty lobby.
“A party. It’s my birthday,” he announces proudly, “so I can’t just up and drive to the city. I have things to do. But, since you’re stuck here, you’re welcome to attend–”
“A party? Aren’t you a bit old?”
“Never too old for fun,” he counters, “let your hair down, there’ll be lots of wine… and me.”
“I’d rather drown myself,” you hiss.
He booms with laughter and claps his hands, “oh, you are… delightful. Now, as much as I enjoy our banter, I do have a long list to get through. As it is, invitation stands. We could even make a game of, see who might dislodge the iron rod from your ass.”
Your hand flies out before you can think. You very nearly miss for how tall he is but your palm strikes his cheek hotly, the strike tingly in your palm as you rescind your arm. You stomp your heel down and snarl.
“How dare you, sir!”
He blinks and slowly brings his fingertips to his pinkened cheek. His brows lower and his blue eyes glow, the smile falling from his lips.
“You don’t speak to a lady like that,” you snip.
“If I see a lady, I’ll try to remember,” he retorts.
You scoff, several times. Your nostrils flare as you jut out your chin, “you are a beast.”
His face creases again as his grin slowly blooms. He winks, “oh, I certainly can be,” he growls.
You shake your head and twist on your heel, strutting away as you ball up your hands. You cannot believe him. Absolutely abhorrent.
“If you didn’t want me to notice your ass,” he calls after you, “you wouldn’t wag it around like a bitch in heat.”
You gasp as you stop at the bottom of the staircase. You glare back at him as he chuckles. You’re speechless. You’ve never been spoken to so grossly.
“Charming,” you sneer and turn yourself straight.
You don’t deserve this. You shouldn’t be stranded in this bodunk hole. You should be in the city, at the museum, at brunch! You surely shouldn’t be accosted by this animal who calls himself a man.
#thor#dark thor#dark!thor#thor x reader#drabble#au#backwoods au#series#the detour#avengers#mcu#marvel
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tbh I loved joedeclan cdth AMAZINGFF but then in MI and GW it felt so like. Meh
i did really really love them in mi too, but i get what you mean :( cdth jordeclan was SO good but then it did taper out a bit in mi, and gw there was like. nothing. two scenes? one of them from ronan's pov. it was just so empty of them. so random and rushed. :(
the worst thing is i don't even think this is unique to jordeclan in this series. carmenessy starts and stops so randomly, carliana...less said the better, even adam/ronan didn't do anything great for me apart from that chapter 49 scene which went hard! (i know maggie said this series could stand on its own, but i genuinely don't see how pynch would work in this series at aLL if the reader wasn't familiar with trc). also in a similar vein, this is going to sound COLD but truly felt the dreamer trilogy dropped the ball on relationships in general--in a certain way it does work, because it's about the crushing weight of isolation and i feel that loneliness permeating through each character's story was very raw and powerful at times, but there was way too much of "tell don't show" towards the end where we didn't follow through on these themes of isolation and loneliness to their natural conclusion and instead just ended up with everybody being hunky-dory...SIGH
#i remember thinking my mi rating was going to depend a LOT on how the series and ended and with the benefit (?) of hindsight can i say.#greywaren felt like a nothing book AND sort of diminished my love for mi in a pretty big way. because it feels like a massive detour#now in SO many ways#asks#imnotrealimsleeping
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mulder and scully look so sad in season 5. i am diagnosing them as being in need of a good night's sleep and a kiss
#there’s like. several main emotional beats throughout the season and they kind of become more unhappy as the season goes on#cause we start out with redux which is of course intense and mulder is being very affectionate with scully who thinks she’s dying#and then to wrap up the cancer arc we have detour where they’re just happy to be alive and working together again#and scully makes a few attempt at starting a more serious romantic relationship with mulder too but he doesn’t exactly respond in kind#(that’s a whole other post to unpack)#but in the post-modern prometheus they seem pretty happy still AND THEY DANCE#but then the emily arc drops (devastating) and scully pulls away a bit afterwards#then there’s a series of cases where they’re a little bit distant#mulder’s in his own slightly dark headspace during patient x/the red and the black#like. okay#they’re not unfriendly or cold with each other#but there is this sobering realization#this ‘i am in love with you and you are the most important thing to me but you have also cost me everything’#they know they’re in deep and there’s no going back#but what adds to the angst and underlying sadness is that all this goes unsaid#they’re masters at dancing are the truth (in the words of maisie peters)#which now that i say it is ironic because so much of their mission is to reveal the truth#season 5 is peak repressed feelings#the x files#meta finding tag#msr#belle speaks#txf liveblog#belle liveblogs#txf s5
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Been sprucing up Grand Detour a bit with some new haulers. :D
#nr2003#nascar racing 2003 season#nascar#racing#2003#season#grand detour#tm master cup#tm master cup series
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Announcing the SLASHER DETOUR: a mini-series within a mini-series
Because Michael is such a novice when it comes to horror, between Halloweens I and II, I'm taking him on a Slasher Detour to give him a sense of just how much the genre changed after the original Halloween.
PROM NIGHT (1980)
TERROR TRAIN (1980)
FRIDAY THE 13TH (1980)
MY BLOODY VALENTINE (1981)
Then, we'll continue on with the Halloween series with Halloween II and move through the sequels until we hit Halloween Ends.
#Halloween#Halloween series#horror movie podcast#horror podcast#horror movies#horror#slasher detour#slashers#queer podcast#film podcast#podcasts#podcast
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i think there should be mdzs rap battles in the style of the 'this is war' series by falconshield
(also the anime rap battles that have been a thing these past years)
it would be sooo cool like
there could be playful ones, set during the lectures at gusu; just wwx&lwj going at each other, maybe even lwj not having lots of lines (according to his personality during youth), sibling dynamics between wwx&jc&yanli, the yunmeng twin heroes bitching @ jzx for being a prick to yanli... just light stuff between teenagers, like character introductions
and then rap battles for the various dynamics in the different arcs
- jiang, jin, nie and gusu vs. wen
- wwx/yiling patriarch vs. all clans
- the entire yi city arc by xy, sl, xxc and aq!!!
maybe even with some kind of outside narration framing the story from the past?
- the juniors
and so on
and THEN
- the guanyin temple scene!!!
just. interpreted as a rap battle with all the big shot characters involved and aaaall of its original messiness
sadly i can neither write verses nor compose music nor edit well
but pls i would offer 🤲 all the ideas and support i have
youtube
youtube
#mdzs#the untamed#im currently rewatching it and ive always enjoyed the 'this is war' series#and mdzs is PERFECT for something like it#i just love when two characters/parties battle and another joins in#the distinct aesthetics are perfect for video visuals#and i think you could portray character developmentsplot& soo well via changing alliances n stuff#even specific battles would be interesting e.g. the one at lotus cave#madame yu and her maids (ft. wwx and jc) vs. wang lingjiao#short detour to madame yu vs. wwx#with fengmian to join in at the end only to die after 10 sec pahah#i dont even care if its just working out concepts but itd be a waste when theres so much potential#Youtube
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