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fanta2y · 2 months
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Inherently Worthy Pt. One
WOOOO im excited yall, this will be my first multi-part fic!!
The parts themselves will range from 1k to probably 3k-ish words. Since i want to keep the story flowing, I have alot already prewritten for it so updates should be fairly regular.
cw: Sorcerer!Sukuna AU, blood and injury, kinda graphic and a bit descriptive.
part two
word count: 1.1k
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Blood. 
It was everywhere. 
You felt it gushing out of the particularly bad wound you sported on your side, the growing agony making your brain fuzzy and your eyes blurry. You felt it slip past your fingertips as you tried to hold the wound close. 
You could hear it as you walked aimlessly, it stuck to your boots. The red color left a trail behind you as you hobbled away from the barely survived mission. The curse was exorcised and removed from the abandoned mall. 
Which left you to deliriously wander around, trying to rack your brain to remember how to get out of this mess. 
But the blood that left your body made you cold, and it made your mind drowsy. You felt like your head had been stuffed with cotton, your eyes could barely focus on what was infront of you and each step you took felt like you were getting heavier and heavier. 
Alarm bells were ringing in your mind, you knew that if you didn’t get help soon you were probably going to die. The thought didn’t scare you as much as you thought it should, which only caused the alarm bells to ring louder. 
You fished around in your pocket for your phone, praying to whoever might be listening that it wasn’t broken. 
You pulled it out of your back pocket, wiping the sticky substance off of the screen. Revealing only minimal damage, a long crack spidering along the edges. You turned it on and went to unlock it. 
You clicked on the first contact that came to mind, which probably wasn’t the greatest idea. 
However, that wasn’t realized until the gruff voice came through the speaker. The phone hadn’t even been able to complete its first ring. 
“Hello? Brat?” The low tone washed over your ears, and you suddenly felt the urge to cry. 
“Ryo…uh..” You willed the shakiness of your voice away in hopes of not worrying him, even though you knew that he should be worried, anyone should be worried about your current predicament. 
You heard rustling on the other end, almost as if he was moving around. 
“The curse has been exorcised.” You tried, hoping to ease some of the thoughts that you knew were probably running rampant through his mind. “Almost took me along with it though.” You finished, nearly mumbling. 
“Brat, I told you that someone should’ve came with you. But no, just had to be stubborn.” He grumbled, his words were harsh but you’ve known him long enough to know that he was just worried. 
He continued on and on, but at some point, you couldn’t focus enough to pay attention. His words buzzed through your ears, but your head was swimming and the black dots were engrossing your vision. They made it difficult to process his words
You must have said something because his voice got louder, but your brain still couldn’t piece together the syllables. It all just sounded like white noise, you didn’t want to worry him. Trying to will yourself to say something, anything, but your tongue was heavy and your body didn’t seem to want to cooperate with you. 
“s’rry” was the only thing you could force out before you swiftly lost consciousness, and the sound of your body hitting the floor echoed through the empty mall. 
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Sukuna wasn’t scared of many things, dare he say nothing at all. 
When your as powerful as he is, you don’t get ‘scared’. But the ice cold he feels coursing through his veins, how he’s sure his heart is somewhere floating around in his stomach acid. This is the closest he’s ever gotten to fear. 
It almost paralyzed him. Keyword, almost. 
The second he heard your wheezy apology, and the concerningly wet thumb of your body hitting the floor. He felt his senses go into overdrive. Busting out of his dorm room and practically sprinting to Gojo's office. 
As much as he may detest the man and all his theatrics, he’s the only one who could get him to you quick enough before something irreversible happens. 
Facing the door of his office, not even bothering to knock. Sukuna pushed open the door, Gojo didn’t startle as the door aggressively hits the wall. He lifts his head from the paperwork hes doing, an easy smile on his face. 
“What can I do for you my precio-” 
“She’s hurt.” He cuts him off, not having time for his dramatics. The room went silent, the air thick with a tension.
Without a word, Gojo stands. The smile now nowhere to be seen, he turns to Sukuna. 
“Where?” The word serious, any trace of playfulness leaving his tone. The energy shifting around them into something cold and serious. 
“Some abandon mall, I’ve got her location.” He mumbles, fishing for the phone in his pocket. He showed it to him, the little dot blinking showing the mall where you stayed. Gojo nodded his head, committing the address to memory. 
“Hold on.” Was all the warning Sukuna got before they are warped to the mall, somewhere inside of it. The mall reeks of mildew and rotting wood. Sukuna can hear the wetness dripping from somewhere in the ceiling. 
The only reassuring aspect is the distinct lack of cursed spirit energy, its almost equally concerning as he can barely feel yours. Its just a small hum, tingling up the back of his spine. Nothing like it normally is and it only serves to make the panic bubbling under his skin begin boiling. 
But Gojo had a much more refined sense of cursed energy, and had already pinpointed your location within the labyrinth esque layout. 
With Gojo leading the way, they find you rather quickly. Sitting in a concerningly large pile of your own blood. Sukuna was at your side in a second, quickly feeling your neck and wrists for a pulse. Any sign that you were alive, that this wasn’t all the time you two would get together. 
Thankfully under his shaky fingers, he felt the soft bump of your heart as it struggled to pump the remaining blood throughout your body. He felt Gojo’s hand on his shoulder, his thumb gently digging into the flesh there. 
“Can you pick her up?” Gojo asked, albeit already knowing the answer. Sukuna gently situated your body for him to pick you up bridal style. The ragdoll of your limbs and head made him feel a sickness churning in his stomach. He noticed the long gash on your side, assuming that was where most of the blood was coming from. 
Without another word, you three are warped back to Jujustu High. 
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authors note: a wee bit of a cliffhanger hehehe i hope you guys enjoyyy, im excited about writing this and i hope it turns out the way i want !! thank you guys for all the love for my writing, it really means the world to me!! thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed <33 take care of yourselves, much love !!
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thehauntedrocket · 27 days
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Vintage Poster - City Of Lost Men
Goodwill Production (1940)
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Vintage Poster - Son Of Zorro
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non-cannon · 3 months
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I was/am reading through the wiki summaries of the of the episodes, because I wanted to be sure I had the order of events correct, and it's much faster than re-watching the show (though I do hope to do that at some point). But that's besides the point.
The point is that one, one, ONE of the summaries ends with the sentence "This episode ends on a cliffhanger."
You're telling me that there's an episode of House of Anubis that ends on a cliffhanger? No way!
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whumpster-dumpster · 1 year
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When the episode ends on a cliffhanger right before something whumpy happens and you have to live with only the ~implications~
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anhttydbookfan · 10 months
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The HTTYD book series has provided us with many things, and among them is a scale of Cliffhanger severity. Every time I come across a cliffhanger I rate the hopelessness of the situation on a scale of How to Break a Dragon's Heart to How to Betray a Dragon's Hero.
The scale goes, from least hopeless to most hopeless: Heart (The threat is Looming), Jewel (The threat is here, but at least you have your allies by your side, a clear way forward, and a good amount of hope), Sword (The threat is here. Only a handful of your allies are with you, the rest are unaccounted for. People you thought you could count on may no longer be trustworthy. You need to focus on survival before focusing on a way forward), Hero (The threat is here. You have no allies. No hope. No chance of survival. How can you possibly get out of this situation?)
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starryeyesxx · 9 months
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gpedia · 1 year
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@derinthescarletpescatarian okay so two things
One,
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And two,
DERIN FISH-EATING EDALA YOU GET BACK HERE AND GIVE ME THE NEXT GODDAMN CLIFF TO HANG FROM MY CRAMPONS ARE READY AND MY SOUL IS WILLING
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random-fandom-whump · 2 years
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Chicago PD S09E21
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vintagegeekculture · 1 year
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Hi, I need information about a movie I couldnt find anything on the internet 1967 the purple monster Strike I watched the series there are some pictures form series like you published but l can't see it in the series?
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There's a reason those images are not in the serial itself: the Purple Monster Strikes was chopped up and stock footage from it was used in the 1949 serial Radar Men from the Moon. The images from it come from that serial.
Republic Pictures were almost like predecessors to the great Roger Corman, Haim Saban, and the Shaw Brothers in their skinflint tactics straddled the borderline between asshole and creative (though I certainly wouldn't want to work for any of them). For example, Republic Pictures had Roy Barcroft wear the exact same outfit in Radar Men from the Moon, playing a similar villain character in a completely different movie, in the exact same weird space outfit, so that they could cut in footage of him from Purple Monster Strikes to save money and pad out the length of a 12-episode serial. The trouble is that Roy Barcroft gained a bit of weight between 1945 and 1949, so you can always tell which was Purple Monster footage and which wasn't. I think that might have been why they had him sit down behind a desk an awful lot in Radar Men (shades of late period, physically inactive Steven Seagal!)
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In the days before repeated viewing on home video, nobody noticed, and the serial creators were counting on the fact the kid audience weren't paying attention too closely, so they could "cheat" quite a bit (as Annie Wilkes screeched out in Misery).
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The reason you say it's a 1966 serial is that, for 60s television syndication (which is almost assuredly where the baby boom generation, notably Spielberg and George Lucas, discovered the serials), they were chopped up into movie length in order to cheaply show new material on television. It is stunningly easy to cut a serial like Undersea Kingdom to movie length, since most of their episodes tend to just go back and forth in repetition.
It's actually kind of stunning how much the urge to re-air cheap old material from the 30s and 40s defined the earliest generations of television watchers a decade later in the 60s. For example, most fans of the Three Stooges who discovered them in the 50s-60s fell in love with them because their 30s shorts, designed to be a shown before a feature before television existed, were the perfect length to be packaged as a cheap TV series. Same thing with the Johnny Weismuller Tarzan movies. Notably, "Saturday Morning Cartoons" started off as just a time to cheaply re-air old Warner Brothers shorts (Bugs Bunny, etc).
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We like to think that we are the first generation that is "held hostage" to the cultural totems of a past generation, but the first generation of TV viewers were essentially just watching the same thing that their parents were in the 30s and 40s.
The world of 60s television syndication deals is fascinating. It's amazing how NBC once built their entire programming schedule around the fact they got the rights to broadcast James Bond movies.
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isqbelevans · 8 months
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Cliffhangers edit 10/11
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uncreativeblob · 7 months
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I hate it when episodes end on bad notes because like why do you need to make my wait till the next episode to emotionally ruin me.
People are literally CRYING and Mr Mercer really had the audacity to say 'And that's where we'll end it this week'
Well guess what
Fuck you Matthew Mercer - I'm immune to cliffhangers 🙃🙃🙃🖕🖕🖕🖕😡😡🥲🥲🥲
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Vintage Poster - Undersea Kingdom
Republic (1950)
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ouralcohol · 2 years
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spiderman blurbs~
authour's note: I don't do blurbs~ but i had this thot, and i had to share it. i do write ocassionally and need to finish some other shit, but again, here we are. minors dni
warning: sexual situations. possessive peter x reader.
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You were perusing through your bookshelf as per usual. You had an endless collection of books that had gone unread because of time. Time was always, always ripping you away from what you really wanted to do. Always making you feel guilty for the fact that you didn't do enough in general. At least you felt that way. Finding a book that you hadn't read could take a bit sometimes, but luckily not today. Your fingers found the spine of it quickly as you pulled it out of the bookshelf. Smiling to yourself you looked at the title. Your fingers were about to turn to the first page when you felt a hand on your waist. You audibly gasped, but then laughed as you knew exactly who it was.
Him.
You had been together for quite some time, but it felt like yesterday that you met him. For some reason whenever he crept up behind you always made you get goose skin all over your body. Peter Parker was good at sneaking in behind you, you'd give him that. "Can I help you?" You questioned him while continuing to look down at your book. Your fingers carefully flip to the first page. It had been a book that you had been wanting to read for a while.
"Perhaps." His voice whispered at the shell of your ear. You held the shiver that wanted to course through your spine, that would be a giveaway for him. He always wanted to be in control, wanted to know what he could do to you without doing much to you. He knew. He knew exactly what he was doing. "Hmmm?" You absentmindedly said while re-reading the first paragraph over six times. It was a tad bit difficult to concentrate when so much was happening already.
What you noticed was that Peter's hand slowly crept downwards making you close the book and focus on the sensations that he was giving you. "You know." He whispered again, causing you to drop the book that was in your hand. The truth was, you did, but you loved playing this game with him. You loved watching him come undone in the sense that you didn't give him enough information, he had to guess. It was something that turned you on beyond belief, hence playing it at the moment. You thought he would be out, but he wasn't. He was here. With you. And only with you.
"I'm sorry I don't know what you're going on about." You breathed. Peter continued to move at an agonizing pace, but once he found what he was looking for, he growled. "Mine." He simply stated while grabbing your mound through your clothes. You whimpered at his touch, "Yours." You exclaimed. "Only yours."
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cloverandstuff · 2 years
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TEYZ, WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO US EVERY SINGLE TIME-
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