#state of survival bait hunting

[leonw4nter]

Siren!RE4R!Leon drabbles

(Read while listening to this! Also, this is a re-upload because the first version of this drabble had some issues and I just had to fix those, particularly in similarities with other works.)

Siren!Leon who lures in sailors with his pretty face towards the rocks or stormy seas, ripping apart humans who fall for the superficial and relish in the fresh taste of their blood.

Siren!Leon who prefers being solitary, preying on ships alone. He doesn't need anyone by his side; it’s best to survive alone, with no liability hanging around him that could possibly complicate things. He likes it simple, and prefers it this way too.

Siren!Leon who spotted you from afar, walking on the shoreline with your skirt lifted. He observed you from behind a sunning rock, a storm-hued gaze intently studying your movements. He sees you waddle over to a rock near shore, sitting on it but letting your legs stay submerged. A pleased expression is on your face, your legs swinging in the warm seawater.

Siren!Leon who saw you frequent that rock, doing the same thing each time– same time, same rock, same duration on keeping your legs soaked in the water. He began bringing small fish and shellfish to the rocks with the hopes of grabbing your attention though every time, without fail, you always toss his bait back to the sea; you’re a lot more intelligent than he thought. It’s going to be a lot harder to make a meal out of you.

Siren!Leon who finds himself in the midst of a hunt in a bad storm, the waves tossing and turning him beneath angry waves. He managed to catch and eat his fill but the water violently thrashed him, the world turning upside-down and dark. He wakes up when he feels a tugging sensation on his tail, seeing you try to drag him back to the water by tail, grunting with effort. He looks at himself and spots how pale and green he’s gotten due to being exposed to the land for a long time.

Siren!Leon who is secretly thankful for your help because had you not tugged him back to the water, he’d be good as dry and dead. He must’ve hit his head or body while he was unconscious, his joints sore and a dull pain throbbing somewhere from behind his eye. He decides to stick to a diet of small fish and crustaceans for now, humans much too formidable for his injured state. When he’s back to full health, he begins bringing you more crabs and fish– his own way of saying thank you to you.

Siren!Leon who finally gets the courage to approach you, aware that his webbed fingers and long nails may look scary along with his sharpened teeth. He explains that he’s been the one bringing the fish and shells and that he’s seen you on that sunning rock many times. He puts off the idea of eating you, his conscience not letting him do that after you’ve just saved him. You explain to him that the reason you only douse your legs are because of a certain skin ailment, your doctors prescribing the medicinal properties of seawater for your condition.

Siren!Leon who suggests wrapping seaweed and kelp for your legs. Though the idea is funny, you let him do that though you have a bit of a distrust towards him. He wraps your legs delicately, making sure that the aquatic plant is on your skin comfortably. You let him do that each time you come to the rock, seeing significant improvements on the welts in your legs– it hurts and itches less now.

Siren!Leon who finds himself frowning when it’s time for you to go, hoping that the sun rises faster than the moon can sink so it’s another day for you to come back again. Soon, the thoughts of walking on land swim into his mind– how do humans live? What do you do there? What do you eat? A fuzzy feeling washes over his chest the more he thinks about you– it’s as if there’s a storm raging in his heart but he doesn’t feel very bad about it, just the opposite in fact. Now, he spends the night looking for pearls and pretty shells to give to you. You’ve also seemed to take a liking for shrimp, so he looks for those too. There was one time where you brought back a cooked version of the shrimps he gave you, letting him have a bite and it tastes totally different. It doesn’t suit his appetite but it suits yours and that is enough to satiate his cravings.

Siren!Leon whose feelings for you grow everyday, the urge to crawl on the shore and follow you to wherever you live clawing its way to the front of his mind. Being alone out in the great ocean without you is no longer the life Leon wants to have for himself; why had he deprived himself of company? Was it because fate made him wait for you to waltz into his life? Was this solitude him subconsciously reserving himself for you? He would do whatever it takes to be able to join you in land– learn how to write, count, eat food cooked, and keep his nails trimmed.

Siren!Leon who enjoys hearing you read aloud and describe how your day went in full detail. He discovered that he enjoys books, loving it the most when you read to him. He never really cared about words or readings, his past self would think that those were simply symbols plastered on a surface– nothing deeper than that. Here he is, begging you to read him one more chapter before you leave again because whenever you read the symbols plastered on refined tree bark, your voice has given them beauty and deeper meaning.

“I wish I could see the world you live in, even for just an evening,” You gently confess to him, curious about the world of turquoise beneath foamy waves.

“You have my eyes. I’ll tell you everything there is in here.” Leon reassures with a toothy smile, sharp teeth bared but it doesn’t scare you. Your soul is a constellation of the brightest stars, his eyes dedicated to be mesmerized for you and you only like he’s your astrologer.

Siren!Leon who spends the night gathering all the treasures, pearls, shells, stones, and kelp that he can. He crawls to the shore where land and water clash, praying that the tides don’t wash away the artwork he lays out for you. Of course, he doesn’t fail to adorn your rock with other pretty things. His mind works with two different things at the same time: the art he lays out and how to put his feelings into words.

Siren!Leon who waits for you eagerly, staying in shallow waters where anyone can see the glisten of his tail. All night he looked after every single rock and shell, making sure that not a single bit of his work was misplaced or moved by the tides, even in the daytime when the sun was branding the surface with its searing touch. After what seemed like forever, he finally sees you approaching the shoreline. He can’t hold back anymore: he crawls into the shore, hands clawing at the sand to drag himself to you.

“Leon, please get in the water.” You urge him with a shaky voice, placing your trembling hands on his shoulders.

“Why–”

“Please, just get in the water!”

He turns around and crawls back to the sea but he avoids the intricately laid out shells and stones as he makes his way back. He looks back at you but you stay behind on the shore, not even aware that the ground you’re in is a large mosaic of a sea turtle migration that Leon made.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” He worriedly asks.

You hear sounds from behind you: the loud grunts of men with their fishing lines, nets, and harpoons storming towards the coastline. You have no time, urging Leon farther from shallower waters.

“You need to hide,” you tell him. He stays there, staring at you with a puzzled expression. “Hurry! They’re coming this way!”

You urge him farther but he isn’t budging, coming nearer to you instead with pleading eyes.

“I’ll tell them that you swam off, okay?” Your voice grows increasingly shaky, an uncomfortable lump lodging in your throat. Leon swims closer, crawling nearer to the shore where people can easily see him.

“Don’t follow me,” you plead with him as tears begin to brim on your waterline, a delicate balance between holding on and setting him free. “Go away, you idiot! You’ll die if you come with me!”

Despite all your pleas with him, it falls on deaf ears as Leon still crawls closer to you, his heart shattering at how distressed you look; you didn't even notice what he worked on all night, you didn’t even raise your skirt above your ankles. With each advance Leon makes, you move back, moving further from the sea. Your tears are finally let loose, forming rivers of pain on your cheeks. Sobs wrack your body, your figure trembling from the emotions setting itself free from the confines of your aching heart. Leon can only watch and hope that his mere presence is enough to soothe you, unable to stand and wipe those tears from your face.

“Go!” He inches closer. “Piss off! I hate you!” He inches closer again, placing a comforting hand against your foot but you move further away, a jolt of disbelief settling unpleasantly in his system. “Get your dirty hands away from me! Just leave me, you goddamn fool!”

Now you’re screaming, hoping that the wind would drown out your pained cries. You’re sobbing loudly, tears spilling like endless rain. Leon is still inching closer towards shore, desperation gnawing at him despite his silence.

“Don’t you follow me!” You shriek. He stops moving forward and just gazes up at you with a pleading gaze, his eyes heavy with the weight of tears yet to fall.

“Don’t go.” He softly begs, tenderly wrapping webbed limbs around your ankle as casts his head down. You cry even harder now, your soul unravelling like embroidery with each wail. A tear of Leon’s cascades down his cheek, saltier than his turquoise home. You move further and retreat inland, freeing yourself from his gentle hand but he crawls after you.

“Go away! I’m going away now!” You scream, picking up a pebble and throwing it towards his direction. The pebble hits his cheek, the crimson a contrast against his pale skin.

“I’m sorry! Just… don’t follow me!”

He doesn’t follow you anymore, watching you run back towards the land without sparing a single look to the poor siren who you’ve enchanted with the song of your kind heart.

Siren!Leon who risks getting caught by hunters on the shore by waiting for you, fixing the rocks and shells on the coastline so it’ll be pretty when you come back.

NOTE - As I said earlier, this is a re-upload of the same drabble I posted last night but there's changes in terms of lines and content because one of the parts I added was a little too similar to another author's drabbles and I didn't mean to do that so ofc I took the post down to fix it and apologized to the author so there's that. The Siren!Leon concept was inspired by @bumblebeesfromvenus drabble so go check it out coz it's so good!!! Anyways, that's it and tysm for reading my drabble!!!!!! I <33333 UUUUUUU

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy x y/n #fluff #leon kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy fluff #biohazard #resident evil 4 #resident evil x reader #resident evil 4 remake #re4make #re4 remake #re4r #angst #light angst #resident evil angst

[aprocessionofthoughts]

To succeed is to fail

whumptober2023 day 9- mistaken identity fandom- Danny phantom x Batman TW- nothing summary- The Amity Parkers have the opportunity (they didn't want) to explore Gotham. It's just too bad that Danny looks a lot like adoption bait.

First of all, I’d like to state that I know this is whumptober. But the story disagreed. So now we have whumpcracktober.

ao3 masterlist

They were not supposed to be here. They didn't want to be here. They hadn’t even tried to be here. Yet luck had never been on the Amity Parker’s side before, and they should have realized this would be no different.

It was their senior year and things around Amity had calmed down. Or at least everyone was used to Amity’s special brand of crazy.

He had told his parents about Phantom and they had helped hunt down the GIW. Most of Amity was discovered to be liminal and most of the young people had developed some basic abilities. 

And then Mrs. Abernagaby decided that their science final would be a group project. This wasn’t anything new. Every year Casper participated in the Helping Intelligent Minds Be Outstanding competition–better known as the HIMBO competition.

And usually the smartest seniors would be picked to work on a group project to submit. Casper High had never won. So, this year Mrs. Abrnagaby decided that all the seniors could work on it together. Because more heads were better than one!

Obviously she didn’t remember what being part of a group project felt like. And she obviously didn't account for the fact that no one would care.

They weren’t even told what the award was since it varied year to year and was meant to be a surprise.

All they were told was that they had to design a new air filtration system.

So, being seniors who had survived ghost attacks, invasions, their town being pulled into another dimension, dealing with the GIW, and making it through adjusting to Amity shifting to the stranger side as everyone's liminality began to show, they did not try.

Which was how they ended up with this masterpiece.

The challenge was to design a new air filtrator. Which if they had wanted to, would have been easy since air filters that would reduce the amount of ectoplasm in the air had been designed before the residents realized it was too late to do any good, and so they had never been made.

They didn’t even submit a design; it was a paper mache volcano covered in everyone’s failed tests. The accompanying research paper they were supposed to submit had Dash’s and Paulina’s self-insert fanfics with– you guessed it– phantom as the love interest. Danny had tried to make them remove it since it was awkward now that they knew who he was, but they had claimed they wrote it before they knew. Danny knew this was a lie because they were lying liars who lied. 

The paper also included one of Sam’s activist papers, Wes’s conspiracies about Bruce Wayne being Batman’s sugar daddy (now that everyone knew Danny was Phantom Wes didn’t feel the need to include that research (he also believed that Batman was Bruce Wayne but didn’t want to antagonize the furry who could ruin his life)). 

Tucker had included evidence of a Pentagon hack he had done a few years ago, Mikey had drawn some incredible fanart about Green Lantern (he said this would have the greatest effect on Gothamites and Wes agreed saying Batman didn’t like Green Lantern. How he knew this, no one asked.).

And lastly, they attached a file of them doing the Harlem Shake.

Mrs. Abernagaby hadn’t even looked at it before sending it off.

And then of course they had won. And what a grand prize it was! They won a trip to Gotham to explore the various big businesses, as well as a chance to apply at those locations for internships. Yeah… Sam had found out all the other schools had dropped out after finding out the prize. No one wanted to go to Gotham. But the school said it was a learning opportunity! To see what it was like outside Amity! To see what normal was supposed to be like!

So, they were forced to go, but at least they got Mr. Lancer as their supervisor and they wouldn’t even have to take a long bus ride because Amity was friends with Gotham. Apparently there weren’t very many Living Cities and the two liked to talk. They also thought it would be hilarious if the Amity Parkers went to Gotham. So, Amity had temporarily turned the road that left the city into a portal that led to Gotham’s border, and at the end of the week Gotham would return them.

And that was how he had ended up here. In the back of a smelly van with a smelly bag over his head surrounded by smelly men probably heading to a smelly, sketchy location. All because these men were stupid and thought he was some Wayne kid.

Sure, he could have gotten out. But this was honestly more interesting than touring another boring building and having to almost get mugged again.

..........

AN-I plan to continue this but it probably won’t be until after October because I want to focus on completing the challenges I'm participating in.

#whumptober 2023 #whumptober #no.9 #mistaken identity #danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #batman #dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #humor #no angst #I know this was supposed to be whumptober #but the story disagreed #what was I supposed to do #aren't we supposed to support our children's decision #I was being a supportive story writer

[shimmeringweeds]

out of context ep 12 "my new boss is goofy" quotes that I've hidden in my drafts since december hoping someone not me will bring up as more "queer-baiting" examples but, well, here we are.

These quotes are about apartment hunting. But also, do they not read as one person's anxiety over a budding romance?

Momose is hesitant to move because he's found happiness with what they have. Yet he wants the space to grow by himself in confidence and equality. He wants to keep the relationship (broadly speaking) but realizes that continuing as they are will not serve either of them in the long run. (Plus, in a typical courting situation, rejection at this stage is not a good look. +10 anxiety.)

But god bless Shirosaki. Healing boss of our dreams. He explicitly states his feelings on the matter. Yes, he wants Momose to stay. Yes, he is sad. But if Momose wants to leave, then he will back that choice without sacrificing the relationship.

There's an underlying message communicated here that the quality of their relationship is more important than the status of it (status equaling colleagues vs. neighbors vs. roommates vs. lovers) At the same time, he recognizes that status (boss/subordinate and, yes, romantic/platonic) is important to society. The impact that weight has on a person's psyche cannot be brushed aside. It's respected by them both.

They've survived abusive relationships. They are finding the value in sitting with loneliness and building personal confidence. They know they have unconditional friends backing them up. They grace each other with the gift of understanding and space to heal and to grow.

No rush. No pressure. No rejection. Good vibes only.

#I binged the whole series the day after Christmas #and was in absolute tears #happy tears #utterly demolished #you don't see something like this everyday #and building the cat house?????? oh my god what a symbol for building the foundation of a relationship #because this wasn't an ending it was a strong beginning #anyway very nervous about dropping this out of my drafts finally #that first screenshot was probably overlooked by everyone #but my hyper-vigilant ass latched on to that mfker #my new boss is goofy #atarashii joushi wa do tennen

[rosesforwildwitches]

As someone who really likes Buzzfeed Unsolved and Ryan and Shane's later work on Watcher, I think that the watcher team has vastly underestimated how crucial the fact that YouTube is free is to their business model. I initially got into buzzfeed unsolved as a broke ass highschool student who didn't even have a job because I had an interest in true crime and goofy banter, but my mom's cable service was mostly filled with low effort shock bait. If buzzfeed unsolved had been initially a subscription service and had not been free to watch on the viewer end (with ads supporting it), I wouldn't have ever picked up watching it because I couldn't ever afford to. Even now that I'm almost a year out of college, at my most financially stable I was paying half of my paycheck per month for rent and couldn't afford to pay for my own car insurance and cell service without help from my parents despite being employed full time in a pharmaceutical testing lab that analyzed patient samples, and currently I'm burning through savings to not get evicted while job hunting and I just sent in an online application for food stamp benefits with my state last Sunday. I'm only subscribed to one service, Hulu, because I bought a 1 year subscription on a black Friday sale for 70% off all at once as a lump sum last November, and I only bought that because it has over 200 movies and shows I am actively interested in watching on the platform. I've enjoyed mystery files and buzzfeed unsolved greatly over the years, but that was only ever made possible for me by it being available for free on YouTube, and as of right now I sure as hell can't subscribe to a new service for one or two shows only. And while my situation may be particularly precarious, I'm going to bet based on everyone who I know who's also a fan that most of the fan base is in the same economic boat as me, as basically everyone I know who's a fan of the show is around my age and either still living at their parent's house or is surviving off of food banks at the moment. The Watcher team has greatly overestimated the financial stability of their viewing audience, and it's going to cost them so much.

#mystery files #buzzfeed unsolved #ghost files

[bonniebird]

Grandpa Emerson set up the Frog brothers to die instead of Michael and Sam theory/Rant

The Frog brothers are the last members of a very old hunting family that emigrated to America specifically to kill off one line of vampires (Max and Vlad) who are descended directly from Dracula in the lost boys: the beginning. From cannon we know that traditionally there is one older hunter who is retiring and one new hunter who is 18 and they hunt together until the young hunter is trained.

The only hunter we know of who is retiring in Santa Carla is Grandpa Emerson.

It's well known that there are vampires in Santa Carla, Max has been there since 1900s. David, Marco, Paul and Dwayne (plus Jasper?) have also been there since the 1900s.

The Frog brother's parents aren't training them in any way.

The Frogs knew where the Emerson house was without being told and Grandpa Emerson states he never goes into town and it's cannon he lives off the land he owns as much as he can.

Grandpa Emerson grows weed and the Frog's brothers are constantly so high that they might be dead (Running joke) it's not a stretch to think that he's their pot dealer and the beer and oreos he has are brought to him by the Frog's when they pick up their parent's weed.

The Frogs know more about the vampires in town than the comic book they give Sam so they have to get the info from somewhere.

Despite being 18 Michael hasn't ever met his Grandpa and Lucy left for college which means that she hasn't been home for approx 20 years. Which would suggest that he doesn't want them to be there despite being very close with Lucy. It would also make sense with his wife dead and vampires stopping him from going into town to move to Pheonix with Lucy.

Given that he doesn't tell Lucy about the vampires until she's literally survived an attack it would seem he has been trying to stop her, Sam and Michael from getting involved with the vampires which would go against the hunting tradition. Max/ David picked out Michael to be killed by Star on the first day that he arrived before he'd seen Lucy which would imply that He and David assumed he could be the new hunter training with Grandpa Emerson.

We know that there is Cannon beef with Edgar and Grandpa in the later films and comics but it's never really talked about. We also know that with the Lost girls and Widow Johnson plot Grandpa Emerson likely dies (It's never confirmed but his death is described as horrifying and Sam who supposedly witnessed it with Edgar and Alan goes insane right after his Grandpa's rumoured death and then gets turned into a vampire and tried to hunt down Edgar)

It would make sense if Grandpa Emerson knew he couldn't keep the vampires from fully taking over Santa Carla anymore or protect Lucy, who he kept in the dark about his past, and decided to offer up the doppelgangers of the Frogerie Brothers who are from the hunting family Max and David thought they had killed off. It would also make it more understandable why Sam really blames Edgar for Grandpa Emerson's death/murder by widow Johnson. Why would Edgar bust his ass to save the guy that was training him to be bait? He certainly isn't obligated to. Despite Sam feeling, Edgar was at fault for his Grandpa's death Lucy has no issue with the Frog brothers until after Edgar had to kill Sam. We know Lucy is lenient but wouldn't be forgiving of her dad, who she's incredibly close with in the films, unless she felt he was at fault. It makes sense that something made it reasonable for Edgar to be absolved especially with Lucy.

TLDR: Did Grandpa Emerson set up the Frog brothers to be vampire bait? Probably.

#frog brothers #edgar frog #alan frog

[thotly-thoughts-101]

Unwanted pining(update?)

Okay this is actually a revamp of a thing I started in high school and is still one of my most interacted with posts to this day. SO this is the new one. please reblog, share, interact. 18+ content is in this series so be aware of that, don't like it just keep on moving.

Part 1 I guess

I know how this ends for me. The researchers only let me have this laptop so I have easier access to my sources, that and I won’t do anything stupid when I’m in my holding cell if I have something to keep me grounded. 

But today I am out for something important, the foundation needed my expertise, so they said, that is to say, they fucked up, and something got out. That or they found something new and didn’t know how to deal with it. One or the other. It did mean I got to go outside. I did like that.

They only refer to me using a Mr and my last name, which is kinda irritating, because I have a cool name, at least, I think it’s cool. 

“Mr. C,” The masked soldier broke my train of thought abruptly, “Close that damn computer and get over here, we need you in the briefing, you know the most about these fucking things.”

I glared and shut my laptop, gripping it close to my chest and stepping into the room and sitting on the far left, third seat into the row, near the front. I never listened to these stupid things except for the moments when I was called up to talk, give in depth descriptions of whatever they are trying to catch. 

This time I already knew far too much about what they wanted.

—

“Today,” the man dressed in an official looking coat sighed, he had probably given so many speeches and missions already, “We are going after an entity who has escaped containment, Kae is here to brief you all on the creature, as the only survivor of the last mission.”

I scowled as I was pulled up by my handcuffs and led to the podium. Screwing my face up I set my laptop on the structure, “We are going after a creature originating in Germany, that has migrated to the states, over the last few centuries. A few people have heard it called the Operator, or even Slenderman, but his birth name is Der Grossman, and that is the name that will hold the most power over him.

“He targets children specifically and has a dimension that follows him in the form of a forest, this is his hunting ground. We have to get him out of it, preferably with a child of a bitchy nature, or prey he hasn’t caught yet.”

I sighed, gathering my thoughts.

“And this is where we come in, right Kaelis?” a familiar voice asked me. I kept my eyes locked on my laptop as a set of pale hands clasped together on the sleek surface.

I looked up, silent pain on my face, the cold black eyes of Anders staring back at me, “I really hate to be the bearer of bad news, but they are clearly using us. You only survived because you knew how to act. But you’re prey now, and they want to use you for that.”

I nodded, words clogging the back of my throat as he continued to speak, “But I won’t let that happen.” He smiled, sharp, straight teeth threatening and predatory, “go on, finish your presentation.”

I finally looked at the men sitting, waiting, all of them staring. They couldn’t see him, but they knew he was there, everyone knew when he was there.

I coughed slightly, “I will be the bait, I am considered uncaught prey, and so he will seek me out. That will provide an opening for him to be caught. That is all.”

My chains rattled as I picked up my laptop and let my guard lead me back to my seat, where I would zone out for the rest of the meeting.

—

I hadn’t exactly been targeted by this entity, but I was close enough to something it would hunt, and that must have been good enough for the foundation. Not that they cared if I was okay with this, no sir-e, why would they care about me? I was just bait. Scowling, I was walked back to my little cell, with my bed and my desk. 

Cracking open my laptop I sighed and began to think. If they wanted him caught I could try and find methods to capture der Grossman, but he was Faerie, he wasn’t exactly something to be caught and contained.

“But no, we’re the scp foundation,” I whispered in a sing-song voice, “It’s our duty to catch anything abnormal. Even our own employees.”

I heard the laugh before Anders closed my laptop lid, “Don’t you know, employees rank higher on the list of “must catch”. Because you know how dangerous you are.” He grinned, eyes shining under the long, greasy hair he died with.

“I’m not the one to blame for that,” I muttered, trying to pry the device from his grip, “And take a goddamn shower, will you?”

Anders’ grip remained strong, however his hand seemed to change, looking younger, I looked back up, past the curly black hair, and into those haunted eyes I remember, “You prefer me like this, right? Like when we first met?”

“You were enchanting, how could I not prefer you like this,” I scowled, “doesn’t make up for the minimum eight people you killed.”

Anders' laughter faded away with his body, and I was alone again, with a laptop, now drained of its battery, and of course, all my thoughts and feelings. Taking a deep breath, I stood and paced the length of my room.

“You fucking poltergeist!” I screamed into the empty air, half expecting Anders to appear, rolling on the floor with laughter. Still alone I fell back onto my bed, curling up into a ball as I waited to become live bait.

—

Driving to the location 16 hours away from the facility with no laptop access and an annoying poltergeist ranks up in the top ten shittiest experiences I have had, ranked number three, right below dying, and number one being Anders himself. 

“Alright, it’s domain should start near here,” My guard turned to me, “click the button when it gets close enough for us to capture.”

I took the button, “He, not it.”

“Yeah, whatever, just go get the fucker,” he popped open the door, just to close it as I stepped out into the darkness of the park.

I walked into the fog filled darkness, hands shoved into my pockets, mumbling, “Anders, you damn well better do your bullshit and show me where to go.”

“Left at the fork,” Anders piqued up, walking alongside me, “Don’t this remind you of the good old days?”

I raised an eyebrow and turned left, “Of what? When you were leading me into rooms, trying to kill me?”

Anders laughed, “No need to frame me as a bad guy here,” he stared down at me, dark eyes empty and hollow despite his smile, “it’s not like I was the only one trying to kill you anyways. Right here.”

I headed down the right path, walking in silence until we hit a dead end. I stopped as Anders stepped into the foliage, watching me, waiting for me to follow.

“Seriously,” I crossed my arms, pausing to give the poltergeist a chance to elaborate, just to be met with that silent, unwavering stare, “yikes, okay then, fucking psychopath.” 

I stepped off the path and was promptly hit with a wave of dizziness, my knee giving way under me. A cold hand grabbing my arm and hoisting me up.

“Well would you look at that?” Anders mused, “We’re in his domain now. I can touch you”

I yanked my arm away, straightening myself up, “Yeah, well you better not touch me again. We have to find him, so that this can all be over, and maybe we’ll both finally move on and fucking die.”

“Yeah fucking right!” Anders laughed, “You know I won’t let that happen, cupcake.” 

I grumbled something under my breath and trudged onwards, further and further into the forest. Far as I knew I would be trudging on for hours, and who knew how time worked here, it may even take years for me, but ten minutes for everyone else, or vice versa.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden pull and cloth covering my mouth, dizziness overtaking my senses as I fell back against a solid chest, my eyes rolling back as the suffocating darkness of sleep overtook me. Only faintly aware of Anders shouting and his cold hands trying to hold onto me, only to feel the chill of them passing through me.

—

I woke up in the backseat of a car that smelled strongly of cigarettes. Groaning, I reached up and rubbed my eyes, an attempt to get rid of the grittiness in my sight. Anders was nowhere to be seen, but there was a man driving, an unlit cigarette hanging limply from his mouth. He glanced into his rearview mirror, checking to see if I was awake.

He let out what seemed to be a heald breath, “You’re awake, good. Do you even know what you were doing out there?”

“Pretty sure I was busy trying to be a sacrifice in order to capture an immortal being,” I huffed, leaning forward in my seat to get a good look at the man who snatched me.

The stranger bit down on his cigarette, “I see, well, you’re stupid, you can’t catch, much less kill something like that.”

“I’m aware.”

I jerked forward by the sudden stop of the car, “You knew this and did it anyway?!”

I nodded.

“Oh my fucking god, you’re stupid, I should have just let you die,” the stranger hit his palm on the steering wheel.

I frowned, staring at him, “You mean you aren’t with my boss, you just kidnapped me… Who the fuck are you!?”

“Who am I? What sort of idiot lets their job send them off to the slaughter?” he finally turned around to stare at me, concerned irritation painting his face.

I leaned back, “Kae, and I didn’t exactly have a choice, or the capacity to die.”

That answer got me absolute radio static silence. The stranger who had drugged and kidnapped me stared me down, searching for a single flaw in my words, as though he were hoping I was lying. Which, unfortunately for the both of us, I was not.

“Alright Kae,” the stranger sighed, turning back to the road, “I’m Tim, and you’re going to help me, okay?”

#creepypasta #creepypasta fanfic #fanfic #selfinsert #self indulgent #Jeff the killer #ben drowned #laughing jack #tim/masky #hoodie #original characters #slenderman #eyeless jack #I am so behind on modern creepypastas please forgive me

[besthuntgear]

Baiting Deer

Deer baiting, a practice as old as hunting itself, involves using food, minerals, or other attractants to lure deer into a specific area. It's a topic that stirs up a mix of legal, ethical, and practical considerations, especially in the United States where regulations and opinions vary widely from one state to another. Whether you're a seasoned hunter or new to the game, understanding the ins and outs of deer baiting can significantly impact your hunting strategy and success. Key Takeaways - Legal Aspects: State-specific regulations govern deer baiting, with significant variations across the country. - Ethical Considerations: The practice is subject to debate, balancing wildlife conservation with hunting ethics. - Techniques and Strategies: Effective baiting involves choosing the right bait, timing, and placement. Introduction to Deer Baiting Deer baiting is a strategy that hunters use to attract deer to a designated spot. This method can increase the chances of a successful hunt by bringing deer closer, but it's not without its controversies. The practice has evolved over the years, influenced by changes in wildlife management policies, hunting technologies, and ethical standards.   Historical Context The roots of deer baiting trace back to indigenous practices and early settler hunting techniques. Initially, it was a means of survival, ensuring food security. Today, it's part of a broader conversation about sustainable hunting and wildlife management. Legal Aspects of Deer Baiting The legality of deer baiting is a complex tapestry woven with state-specific regulations. These laws are designed to balance the health of deer populations with the interests of hunters, landowners, and conservationists. State-specific Regulations and Variations State Legal Status of Deer Baiting Alabama Legal California Illegal Texas Legal with restrictions New York Varies by region Michigan Banned in certain areas This table illustrates the patchwork of regulations across the U.S. It's crucial for hunters to familiarize themselves with the laws in their hunting area to avoid penalties. Federal Laws and Wildlife Management Implications While most baiting laws are state-specific, federal regulations come into play in areas like national parks and wildlife refuges. The goal is to protect wildlife health and ensure ethical hunting practices. Penalties for Illegal Baiting Practices Violating baiting laws can result in fines, loss of hunting licenses, and even criminal charges. The severity of penalties reflects the importance of these regulations in wildlife conservation efforts. Ethical Considerations The ethics of deer baiting are a hot topic among hunters, conservationists, and the general public. It's a debate that touches on animal welfare, fair chase principles, and the sustainability of hunting practices.   Pros and Cons of Deer Baiting Pros: - Can help manage overpopulated deer herds - Allows for selective harvesting of deer Cons: - May lead to unethical hunting practices - Can disrupt natural deer behavior and feeding patterns Wildlife Conservation Perspectives Conservationists argue that responsible baiting, when legal, can be part of a comprehensive wildlife management strategy. However, concerns about disease transmission and ecological impact remain. Hunter Ethics and Fair Chase Principles Fair chase is a concept that emphasizes ethical hunting practices, where the animal has a fair chance to evade the hunter. Critics of baiting argue that it can undermine these principles by making deer too easy to hunt. Tables Packed with Value Deer Baiting by the Numbers Aspect Detail States allowing baiting 28 States with restrictions 15 Average fine for violations $500 - $2,000 Deer population impact Varies significantly by region and practice Pros and Cons of Deer Baiting Pros Cons Helps control deer populations Can lead to over-reliance on baiting Can improve hunter success rates May increase disease transmission Allows for more selective harvesting Can disrupt natural deer behaviors Deer baiting remains a nuanced topic, with its legality and ethics varying widely across the United States. While it can be an effective tool for hunters under the right circumstances, it's essential to approach it with a deep understanding of the local laws and a commitment to ethical hunting practices. Whether you're for or against deer baiting, the key is to engage in practices that ensure the sustainability and health of deer populations for generations to come.   Techniques and Strategies When it comes to deer baiting, not all methods are created equal. Success hinges on understanding deer behavior, choosing the right bait, and timing your efforts to coincide with deer activity patterns. It's a blend of science, patience, and a bit of luck. Effective Bait Types and Their Uses Choosing the right bait is crucial. Corn is a popular choice due to its affordability and effectiveness. However, more natural options like apples or acorns can also attract deer while mimicking their natural diet. Each bait type has its season and situation where it shines the most. Timing and Placement for Maximum Effectiveness The best baiting strategy considers both when and where to place the bait. Early morning and late afternoon are prime times for deer activity. Placement near bedding areas or along travel corridors can increase visibility and attract more deer. Deer Baiting Equipment The right equipment can make or break your deer baiting efforts. From simple feeders to sophisticated trail cameras, the tools you choose can significantly impact your hunting success. Essential Tools and Equipment for Baiting Deer Equipment Purpose Feeders Distribute bait evenly and at set times Trail Cameras Monitor deer activity and bait effectiveness Scent Masks Reduce human scent near bait sites Innovative products and DIY solutions are continually emerging, offering hunters new ways to improve their baiting strategies. Whether you're investing in high-tech gear or prefer a more hands-on approach, the key is consistency and minimal disturbance to the natural environment. Frequently Asked Questions The legality of deer baiting varies significantly across states. It's essential to check local regulations before starting any baiting practice. This ensures you're not only compliant with the law but also practicing responsible wildlife management.The effectiveness of bait can depend on the region and the preferences of local deer populations. Generally, corn, apples, and acorns are among the top choices for baiting deer due to their natural appeal and availability.Weather conditions can significantly influence deer movement and feeding patterns. For example, colder temperatures may increase deer activity as they search for food, making baiting more effective. Conversely, inclement weather might reduce visibility and deer movement, requiring adjustments to your baiting strategy. Read the full article

[alonygamingnerd]

Second Sunrise of Redstow

A small and violent Insurrection cell formed after the end of the Human Covenant War by former UNSC Veterans with Innie backgrounds, War Criminals who wanted out to fight what they saw as a corrupt government and independence for the outer colonies and for revenge of the Redstow, A colony they believe abandoned by the UNSC to be glassed by the Covenant in 2525

Reinhardt

Name: Donn Reinhardt

Gender: Male

Nationality: United States descent

Date of birth: August 28th, 2510

Place of Birth: Redstow VI

An idealist and visionary man who's determined to see his vision come true regardless of the cost of life. Has no problem killing his own men if he believes they no longer have a use to him and his cause.

Hunter

Name: Hunter Stroud

Gender: Male

Nationality: Russian Vietnam descent

Spartan class: spartan 4

Date of birth: October 2, 2519

Service number: 99078-05539

Place of Birth: Cyrus VII

He has formed an extreme hatement to the UNSC and acts on to cause as much chaos and destruction for them. Developing a schizophrenic unstable attitude and mental state and easily sent into aggressive anger driven states. He finds great pleasure in causing as much pain and suffering for others.

*Target has reported hunting and Killing UNSC personnel from the lowest ranks all the way up to Spartan ranks in excise and incredible more painful and gruesome deaths, depending on Branch. Reported Spartan victims have had all their Equipment stripped and salvaged with bodies being almost unrecognizable only being recognizable through IFF tags, if the head is still intact by the time of recovery.*

Darius

Name: Darius Rau

Gender: Male

Nationality: Swedish descent

Date of birth: October 15th, 2512

Place of Birth: Concord

A strong sense of justice and a drive to stand up for him are seen as the weak, the most rational member of the group. He treats his comrades as a family trying to best suit their needs anyway he can. Along with trying to avoid any needles bloodshed only choosing to fight if all option have been

Letisha

Name: Letisha Matney

Gender: Female

Nationality: Romania, Denmark descent

Date of birth: September 9th, 2510

Place of Birth: Kholo

A sadist with increasingly more inhumane and disturbing forms of torture, she do anything to make someone talk, Her methods even scare her comrade. None have survived once she has finished with them. Along with that being sneak into almost any building and groups from her many years as a former ONI agent before deserting her post.

Fermin

Name: Fermin Valdez

Gender: Male

Nationality: German, Australian descent

Date of birth: April 16th, 2513

Place of Birth: Harvest

A fake cherry and kindhearted attitude towards others to disguise the unstable crazed conspiracy theorist that he is. Always on edge and incredible paranoid all the time and easily startled. Has a love of radios and cameras being able to hear and see everything that is going on, and sometimes even munplating things for his favor.

Donovan

Name: Donovan Baxter

Gender: Male

Nationality: Venezuela, France descent

Date of birth: September 29th, 2512

Place of Birth: Terceira

A smooth talker through and through and incredibly persuasive especially on the emotional vanielbe individual. Prefers to live off the land and rejects a lot of modern technology. Finds a great enjoyment in mocking and toying with his enemy baiting them out.

#halo #halo oc #halo spartan #halo insurrectionist

[alanhanschke]

Do you know your food?...… PIDP 3260 week 7

A large majority of people fell in love with a little animated cartoon character named Bambi, and no doubt, cried at some point in the movie and developed a bias towards hunting. The fact of the matter is that Bambi tastes good and is a far superior and healthier alternative than the domestic meat options available today. Now, I would like to begin by stating I am not a supporter of trophy hunting nor any other form of unethical hunting practices like trapping and baiting. I believe trophy hunting should be banned and be put in the same category as poaching because the driving force behind it is to just to kill something.

I know we can all agree that nature is absolutely beautiful and also absolutely unforgiving in the same breath. It is not easy for animals to survive the harsh Canadian winters, predators and the cruel reality of starvation when food supplies are limited during the winter months. These are extreme situations we as humans don't necessarily face on a day to day basis because we have become so accustomed to having everything at our disposal. The problem with this is that we forget, or perhaps don't want to think about it when we pick up our marinated steaks all on display, how the meat got there in the first place. Spoiler alert.... something was killed so you could have your steak and mashed potatoes.

I have been to a slaughter house and have seen first hand what an animal goes through during its last moments of life, before its all put in a pretty package and sold in our local grocery store. What I can say for certain is that animals absolutely know and understand what is about to happen when they are to be processed at the slaughter house. I have seen the fear, anxiety and distress these animals endure in their final moments and it is heart breaking.

There is no way to say this lightly, but if you want to eat meat, you have to remember, something must die for that to happen. If you think hunting is barbaric and inhumane, remember the animal you are choosing to eat was in distress and suffered at the time of processing. The domestic meat industry has censored and marketed its products to fool the general population with term "domestic". The term domestic meat should really be changed to "enslaved meat".

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[catboyaesthetic]

Green & Unpleasant Land.

This story was made with the help of the "Green and Unpleasant Land" solo RPG.

He was always a clever fellow. How disappointing it was to see him fall so low. He sought to lose me in the offal and squalor of the slums, but the prints of his boots in the floor were too evenly-weighted, too clean. The long decay of years had not yet rotted parts of his sole out of his boots. Any true denizen of this place would walk around with half a foot hanging out of the remnants of their shoe, with decaying bandages or wraps on the other. Even in the ever-changing mire of the slums, his prints were obvious. A mistake only a novice would make.

I knew he liked the drink. Not alcohol, mind you, if only it had been as simple as that. No, he drank blood. Blood of his foes, to be exact. He used to say it strengthened him. That it made his head clearer. That it let him think like them. A shame, then, to see him slowly turn into one of them before his body ever showed any sign of it. In the end, he became just like them. They say we all are, in order to hunt the things we do. In his case, he proved them right.

There’s still something of him in there. I know because he tried to bait me by leaving one of his victims for me to stumble upon. I’m not sure if he’s forgotten he taught me everything he knows, or he’s hoping that I’m a greater fool than I am. You always try to get a bigger fish – or creature – with a smaller one. I still remember the look he gave me when I’d almost managed to sneak up on him. I think that's when he realised there are more tricks in the world than just his alone.

He was beside me in a blink. He’d always been a diabolical swordsman, but there was a fresh speed to him, fresh strength. It was a flash of steel and only by instinct did I manage to intervene my own dagger before my sword cleared the scabbard. I had hoped to make it quick, but he used to say that luck does not favor monsters. If books were written about people like us, this battle would have been a grand scene with swordplay, drama, life and death at stake. The last part, at least, was true. I managed to get by by the skin of my teeth, matching blow for blow and cut for cut. Despite his descent and the favor that came with it, he did not outmatch me. He might have learned new tricks, but so had I through hunting alone. A realization he seemed to share, as what remained of him in there chose survival over revenge and fled to lick his wounds. In truth, it would not have taken much longer. Likely we both would have ended up dead. But I would have had him. And he never could stomach being beaten.

I remember the first time I’d written him with questions. Where had he been? Where was he now? What were these unexplained journeys he kept having to make? He’d always hated being questioned, but this did not speak of his usual gall or ire. This held something new. Amidst the sweet words of assurance and the explanations of his absence, there was naked fear. He had always been comfortable with me, comfortable enough to share his affection for his practices. Now, it seemed, he had repented his ways. He’d come clean to the Arbell, recused, reformed, reborn. He was many things. Pious had never been one of them.

Eventually I managed to track him to this place. A simple process of elimination. One which – in a great stroke of irony – he had taught me. Perhaps I have given him more credit than he’s worth, for he degenerated to a state of animalistic instinct. He would have known to kill and keep moving, so they can never find you. Keep your patterns random. He’d committed the cardinal sin. He’d become predictable. The denizens of the surrounding area had begun to take notice. Reports had been made. In the end, they’d sent me. I knew his patterns by now. I’d specifically asked to be sent, so I could be the one to send him off. He deserved that, at least. For his lessons.

He'd taught me to trust nothing but myself. Advice, I realise, which has become increasingly archaic. There is no world worth living in if we cannot trust our fellows. Why else do we do what we do? Simply because we must do this work does not mean we must eschew all contact. Though he had been right about Sinar. He had said she merely wanted me for the prestige. The ability to say she had managed to seduce one such as myself. That her affection was as spurious as mine was a waste on her. I was young and foolish. He was right. I didn’t want to believe him, nor did I want to believe when I saw Sinar entertain three of the guards during their nightly rounds. I could have killed them all. I wanted to. Sinar for her betrayal of my feelings. The guards for simply being associated. It was him that pulled me from the brink with his hand on my shoulder and the comfort of true companionship. I knew I loved him then. Not like I had loved Sinar. But I did. I still do. It’s why I’m here.

The door opens with a creak and I am pulled from my recollections. As he stands in the doorway, the moonlight outlines his figure. I can see his face and the blood that covers it. I see him then. The man he was. I see the fear in his eyes as he spots me in his chair and realizes he is outdone. As he begins to speak I shoot him. The din of my rifle echoing in the vast stretches of land surrounding this hovel. The blood and gore of the impact splattered across the doorway and the door behind him. He is no longer the man. He is the hateful creature that has been hunting innocents for years. He growls at me as he tries to push his organs back into his torso and the sting of regret fades to nothing. I pull the lever of my weapon and the shell ejects, landing with a hollow clatter at my feet and rolling towards his head. I do not ask for forgiveness as I set the barrel against his head and do the last kindness I can for the man who raised me.

#Fiction #Solo RPG #itch.io #fantasy #short story

[xtruss]

Photography For The Ocean — In Pictures

Founded by Paul Nicklen, Cristina Mittermeier and Chase Teron, 100 for the Ocean unites 100 world-class photographers selected for their talents and contributions to conservation. Until 31 May 2023, photographs are on sale with profits going to under-funded and under-recognised ocean-focused NGOs voted for by photographers. The top-voted NGOs so far include: Whale Guardians, Coast First Nations, and Por el Mar

“The UN is telling us that in order to fulfil the promise of protecting the ocean under Sustainable Development Goal 14, Life Underwater, we need about $170 billion. We hope to shine a spotlight on the ocean and why we need to protect the largest ecosystem on our planet, the one ecosystem that allows life on earth to exist.” Cristina Mittermeier

— Matt Fidler | Thursday 18 May 2023

Aleutian Juice | Aleutian Islands, Alaska, USA 🇺🇸 2013! This was my first expedition to the Aleutians, hunting for surf among the dramatic volcanoes of the north. Finding these moments of beauty and grandeur marked a defining moment in my career as a culmination of months of planning, a good weather window, dedication to cold water surfing, and finding the perfect swell. Photograph: Chris Burkard/100 for the Ocean

Sea Pup | Mexico 🇲🇽 Sea Lion Hunt, 2021! A graceful arch, captured in motion as a sea lion hunts its prey. With a skilled eye and determined hunt, the sea lion targets a dwindling bait ball in search of its next meal. Photograph: Matt Porteous/100 for the Ocean

Edward’s fig parrot (Psittaculirostris edwardsii) at Loro Parque Fundacion | North-east New Guinea 🇬🇳! This small parrot species is found in north-east New Guinea up to the Huon Peninsula. It is mostly found in forests but also occasionally in cleared lands. Males are easily recognised with their brightly coloured heads and red breasts. Photograph: Joel Sartore/100 for the Ocean

Icy Flight | Ross Sea, Antarctica 🇦🇶, 2011! Like rockets, emperor penguins propel themselves out of Antarctica’s icy waters in leaps that seem to violate the laws of physics. Far from being the comedic, waddling caricatures we often see depicted in pop culture and children’s books, these remarkable birds can dive over a thousand feet deep and stay out at sea for weeks at a time. They are also important indicators of the health of Antarctic ecosystems. Protecting these amazing creatures and their habitats is crucial to maintaining the delicate balance of our planet’s ecosystems. Photograph: Paul Nicklen/100 for the Ocean

A Mother’s Love | Wapusk National Park, Manitoba, Canada 🇨🇦, 2020! Being able to spend time with this amazing family as she helped her cubs get ready for their long journey to the ice was incredible. The love and care she had for them is shown throughout the images captured. Photograph: Ruth Elwell/100 for the Ocean

Emerald Dreams | Katmai National Park, Alaska, USA 🇺🇸, 2019! A young bear swims across a river mouth during high tide, following its sibling to find food across the way. Against the warm rich brown fur, the green river around was illuminated like liquid emeralds, constantly in motion, bringing about greens I never knew the names of, greens that felt endless in vibrancy and state of motion. Photograph: Lianna Nixon/100 for the Ocean

Sea Bear | High Arctic 🥶, 2019! As Arctic temperatures rise, the polar bears in Svalbard are facing a new reality: a world without multi-year pack ice. With the ice melting earlier each year, their hunting grounds are shrinking, leaving them struggling to find food and survive. By reducing our carbon emissions through lifestyle changes, using renewable energy sources, and supporting policies that address climate change, we can help slow the rate of global warming and preserve the polar bear’s habitat and preserve the planet for all living things. Photograph: Chase Teron/100 for the Ocean

Green Sea Turtle Surrounded by Glassfish | Ningaloo Reef, Western Australia 🇦🇺, 2018! We were out on a WhaleShark Tour doing a back of reef snorkel. My work colleague called out that she had found a turtle resting behind some glass fish under a ledge. The ledge was around 8-10 meters down so I went down and lined up my camera and as I did the glass fish framed the Turtle perfectly. The turtle looked at the camera and I took a few photos before having to come back to the surface for air. Photograph: Aimee Jan/100 for the Ocean

Distance! Coming off one of the biggest projects of my career, I had lost direction and motivation to pick up the camera and create. This image helped bring my focus back. I spent the afternoon in large, windy conditions on a remote stretch of coastline. I don’t usually have moments that make me look at the image in the water. As this particular wave broke, the incredible blue colour was displayed in front of me. This is the moment that brought me back. The ocean rekindled my desire to capture these heavy ocean moments on some of the most remote stretches of coastline in the world. Photograph: Andrew Semark/100 for the Ocean

House of Bears | Kolyuchin Island, Russia 🇷🇺, 2020! Kolyuchin is known for the polar weather station that operated in Soviet times. Though the station was closed in 1992, the abandoned village still stands on the island. The stormy wind, rain and neglected buildings on the rocky shores all made everything appear surreal. Bears are very curious by nature so they walked around the houses, checked every door, window, nook and cranny. There were about 20 animals in sight at the same time, mostly males. The females kept to the side with their cubs, closer to the shores of the island. Photograph: Dmitry Kokh/100 for the Ocean

[animala2z]

White Tiger – A Beautiful Species of Tiger That Captivates The Mind

The white tiger or blanched tiger is a leucistic saturation variant of the Bengal tiger, Siberian tiger, and mongrels between the two. It’s reported in the wild from time to time in the Indian countries of Madhya Pradesh, Assam, West Bengal, Bihar, Odisha, the Sunderbans region, and especially in the former State of Rewa.

It has the typical black stripes of a tiger but carries a white or near-white fleece. White Bengal barracuda or barracuda of mixed Bengal/ Amur strain have pink tips, white-to-creme-colored fur, and black, slate, or chocolate-colored stripes. White Bengal barracuda eyes are generally blue, but maybe green or amber.

There are several hundred interned White Bengal tigers worldwide( this number increases annually), all of whom can trace their strain back to ‘ Mohan ’, a White Bengal barracuda caught in Rewa, India in 1951.

White Bengal Tiger

There’s an intriguing story to the discovery of the first White Bengal barracuda. In India, one of the royalties which was led by Maharaja Shri Martand Singh of Rewa had killed a white tigress. latterly, four cubs of this dead tigeress were set up. All of them were shot except for the white cub.

The Maharaja of Rewa offered his guest, the Maharaja Ajit Singh of Jodhpur, the honor of shooting the white cub, but he declined. After shooting a white barracuda in 1948 the Maharaja of Rewa had resolved to capture one, as his father had done in 1915, at his coming occasion.

Water was used to bait the thirsty cub into a pen and formerly captured he was housed in the unused palace at Govindgarh in the quondam stew yard. The Maharaja named him ‘ Mohan ’, which roughly translates as ‘ Enchanter ’.

All the white barracuda in the world moment are the descendants of this cub. Contrary to popular belief, White Bengal barracuda aren’t a separate species in their own right but are a mutant form of the orange Bengal barracuda.

In the public eye, white, or further rightly, chinchilla barracuda is maybe the color which is to be most admired. The correct term for these barracuda is chinchilla albinistic blue-eyed, lacking in phaeomelanin, pale-carpeted, but having a pattern.

Behavior/ characteristics

White Bengal tigers lead solitary lives and the courting period and association between mama and cub is their only commerce and association. Barracuda are entirely different in their stalking habits from Napoleons. Barracudas rest during the day in the shade and begin to hunt for food at dusk.

White Bengal barracuda have keen eyesight and a sharp hail that helps them stalk their prey.

Tiger killings are resolving alternate conduct where the prey hardly has any chance of survival. The Barracuda’s redoubtable and retractile claws play a significant part in capturing and holding on to its prey. The White Bengal barracuda diet in the wild is water buffalo, scapegoat, deer, and wild boar.

Their diet in prison is substantially funking, horsemeat, or kangaroo meat five days a week. They also gormandize on bones doubly a week in prison.

[littleliteraturersj]

Slashers Stuck On An Island: 3

Chucky: -At first being stranded on the island is okay. Charles Lee Ray figures it's like being on vacation. Except there's no booze or babes, and he's stuck with the most annoying friend group in the world. But while the boys have their flaws, the doll admits he ain't no shining diamond either, and he's quite alright with that. -When Michael and Hannibal haven't been able to wrangle a good catch, Chucky regrets pointing this out when Dr. Lecter suggests to use him as bait. -Surprisingly he is spared from the sun's rays. Ghostface is also safe from it due to his overdressed state, but the others aren't so fortunate. Most of the other boys burn badly, and Chucky takes the sour moment to loudly inhale a dramatic ass gasp to divert the attention to the Elm Street Slasher. The camera cuts in time with the doll's voice as he exclaims; "Holy shit! Look at Freddy!" The joke lands and the dream demon offers a bladed middle finger in return. -Sleeping around these idiots is a nightmare all by itself: Especially when he wakes to find that his body has been purposefully buried under a layer of sand. Only his head pokes out. The boys have their laughs and crack their jokes as high tides slowly creeps in. (Thankfully Dr. Lecter is merciful enough to dig the doll out when he begins to spit salt water) -With the doll's small size, it's bound to happen. Sometimes they joke that the wind will carry him off back to civilization. Instead, it's a rather fat seagull that endeavors to beat the wind to the task first. Most of them find this hilarious at first as he is snatched up and hoisted into the air, flailing and struggling to knock the bird on its noggin while his peers circle on the sandy shore below. Ultimately he is carried off and they give a half-ass pursuit: Ghostface runs with the camera to zoom in on the toy's flight, Dr. Lecter shouts up tips, Freddy runs and laughs only to fall over, Jason actually sprints in an effort to keep up (the one most alarmed)...But all to no avail. -The bird takes Chucky to its nest and flies away, leaving the toy stranded high up. Its young try to eat him but he keeps them back and eventually falls his way down. Now hopelessly lost deep in the jungle, Chucky is left to wander. He embarks on a thrilling adventure of his own, encroached upon at every angle by danger, hunger, dehydration, and the need to curse the universe for having dealt him such a shit hand. -Chucky gives up. He accepts defeat and makes a small, shitty camp. 'Camp' is generous but right now it is all he has, so he makes due. With items from the immediate area he crafts three sad impersonations of his family members: Tiffany, Glen, and Glenda. His days and nights are focused on them now and he defends his imaginary family from the threats around him. But this is far from paradise, and with the magnitude of hysteria looming over his head, he plays every role aloud to himself, complaining in his child's voices, nagging himself the way Tiff would, and he has had it! He lunges at Tiff only to "snap out of it" and realize the harm he is to his loved ones. Disappointed in himself but wanting to make it work, he swears he will bring food for them and be the father that he never had. -Chucky goes out into the jungle on a quest for food for his "family". Night comes and with it, visions and sounds of unspeakable horrors lurking in the darkness. Night has become Hell for the possessed plaything as something hunts him in the shadows. -Barely surviving the night, Charles Lee Ray makes his way through the jungle. His weakened state informs him too late. He steps right under a slow-moving fall of clear, viscous liquid. It drips and coats his soiled attire, his half-torn overalls and now sleeve-less shirt that resides underneath. He catches some of it with a hand and looks up...Only to scream as PennyWise, the thing that has been hunting him this entire time, lands on top of him. -When Jason goes deeper into the jungle (one of many trips he's spent trying to look for his small friend), he stumbles upon the sight of a severed arm.

#slashers stuck on an island #chucky #slashers #i had to chop this down to make it fit #slasher fandom

[criminalmindsjournal]

105: broken mirror

masterlist

air date: 19 october 2005

wiki synopsis

Criminal Minds (season 1) - Wikipedia

When the daughter of an Executive Assistant U.S. Attorney is kidnapped while leaving a party, the BAU juggles protecting the victim's twin sister, identifying the motive behind the kidnapping, and determining whether or not the abductor is one of their own. Guest starring Matt Letscher.

location

new haven, connecticut, united states of america

beginning quote

when a good man is hurt, all that would be called good must suffer with him.

~euripides

ending quote

when love is in excess, it brings a man no honor nor worthiness

~euripides

profile

white, male

wants to sound smarter than he is

unsub(s)

vincent shyer

rating (🌟)

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

thoughts

the boyfriend using her fingers for the sobriety test she was administering to him: top tier comedy

would not have gotten out of the car at all to check on that truck. 100% would’ve just driven around it

reason #1400 why i won’t be murdered: i’m not nice enough

“my code of survival says never date a woman who carries a gun”

this man knows full-well that historically women kill with poison

which is why it’s harder to catch them

i wonder if reid ever gets tired of people being amazed by him

he’s just neat, ya know?

can you believe that this was (i think) matthew gray gubler’s first role? definitely first big role?

did they honestly think the bait-and-switch thing with elle would work

i mean the guy’s obsessed with them

and i feel like they’ve figured that part out already

“$500,000 is what i’m owed”

i never figured out why he thought he was owed money

i know his ultimate goal

maybe he’s just trying to throw them off? idk, man

“the men i hunt down are cowards” -elle

did they…did they give a profile??? did i miss it??? fuck

it’s 3am in the morning and NONE of them are tired?

unrealistic. where are the yawns???

they really only just realized something was fishy???

ooooo this is my favorite part of the episode

nope. nevermind wasn’t that part. whoops

trigger: trish getting engaged

de clerambault’s syndrome

erotomania

ope there’s a bit of a profile

was that orange scripted?

i choose to believe that it was mandy just wanting a snack

mr. davenport, sir, let the man do his job.

🎶gideon knows best🎶 (to the tune of “mother knows best” from tangled)

THIS is my favorite part

you know what i DON’T like?

this camera work. why so round?

this man just trying to rip into the BAU and them not giving two shits

not me trying to shout “THERE HE IS” when i see the man on screen

awh yes, the “we’re nearing the end of this episode” music

THEY FIGURED IT OUT

so proud

did some research

the two girls were played by one actress

never thought to look that up before

#criminal minds #1x05 #season 1 #episode 5 #broken mirror #one woman's unhinged thoughts

[nirahsaooc]

Prey

Some minor rambling on the hulu movie ‘Prey’ that is the latest in the Predator movie franchise. Mostly with regards to the predictable comments I saw being made about how predictable and ‘woke’ the movie is. Which yeah the movie is somewhat predictable....but then again so are the other Predator movies, they are part of the Creature Feature Genre which do have alot of similarities in how things tend to go down and the end result. None of them are trying to do big plot twists in an attempt to freak your mind. And especially going in knowing about the Predators from the other movies means that of course some scenes are predictable because we know how the predator is going to react because of his Code of Ethics for the Hunt.

Major spoilers below the read more including the ending, though given the franchise this is a part of its not hard to guess how the movie ends in general.

Namely found the unsurprising bitching from some guys about a woman beating the predator with her ‘wits’. And how the movie goes out of its way to portray her as the best at everything in her tribe making her such a mary sue!

Well the second part is flat out wrong since the movie really actually points out she is not the best warrior of her tribe. Her brother Taabe is demonstrated multiple times to be the superior hunter/marksman/warrior compared to her.

Her other skills are basically on par with others in her Tribe. The area where she is the best of her Tribe is Tracking and Observation, she notices things others don’t and adapts her own strategy in accordance to this. Early example is when she was aiming at a Bird with her bow but her brother Taabe quickly fires a shot and steals the kill which he teases her about. But she then states how she was waiting for the bird to circle back because now Taabe has to go and cross a river in order to retrieve the body.

This is the main thing that helps her against the Feral Predator, as she watches him and remembers how he acts and is hunting. Like there is one scene where the Predator is pursuing her and she accidently triggers a bear trap that some trappers had set up. Snagging her foot and completely immobilizing her making her extremely easy prey for the Predator to catch up to and finish off. However, unsurprising to anyone familiar with the Predators, the Feral Pred stops in front of her and inspects the trap out of curiosity before he leaves, since he wants prey that is a challenge a thrill and danger to hunt, and killing a trapped animal has no sport or honor to it. She remembers this and when French Trappers use her and her brother as bait for the predator, she essentially tells her brother that they’re safe because “It’s not that kind of hunter, it doesn’t want bait.” So yeah, she beats the Predator with her wits, because she learned from how the Predator did things and engaged in hit and run attacks to wear him down because she knew she could not engage the Pred head on and survive.

Ofcourse then there are the complaints about a woman 1/5 the size of Dutch(Arnold in the first movie) beating the Predator, because you know she’s not anywhere near as strong as Dutch is, she’s just a woman and hollywood is just letting her win to show ‘Ooooh women can fight like dutch too!’

Which she never fights like Dutch. Dutch fights like a trained Soldier and a strong man while at points trying to go toe to toe with the Predator. Naru fights like a trained Survivalist that is using anything she can get her hands on to increase her odds of survival.

And anyone that has seen the first Predator movie knows exactly what happened when Dutch goaded the Predator into a fistfight thinking it would help even the odds in his favor.

He got in a few good hits.....actually I’m lying, Dutch got completely rolled by the Predator in a brawl because the Predator was just THAT much stronger and tougher. Like Dutch never once almost held his own because of his strength as a man, he got thrown around like a rag doll. So basically the fact that Dutch was an extremely strong and fit man meant absolutely NOTHING in his fight against the Predator.

Infact how did he beat the Predator if it was that much stronger?

That’s right he tricked it into a deadfall trap.

But of course a woman doing something like this, beating the predator with her wits is just so silly, because she isn’t as strong physically as Dutch was, we all know that how strong you are is what directly determines how clever you are after all!

I’ve just ranting though since in the end the people that had made these comments, are just insecure men that find a woman being written as a capable protagonist as ‘woke’ because they are basically misogynists that look for any reason to put female characters down and dismiss them.

#Prey #Rambling

[juzhax]

State of Survival: Bait Hunting

State of Survival: Bait Hunting

Bait Hunting is a one time event that came together with Seaside Resort Event event in State of Survival. The event is divided into a 7 day event each day with different tasks similar to Survival of the Fittest event. (more…)

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#bait hunting #state of survival #state of survival bait hunting #state of survival seaside resort