#I'M SO GLAD TO HAVE YOU BACK PUPPET HISTORY!!!

[sleep-y-bones]

HOW I'M FEELING AFTER NEW PUPPET HISTORY

[threepandas]

The Vod's List: Yandere Clones

The Galaxy changes, thanks to spit.

It's not even the first time it's happened, in my peoples history. But it's... kinda weird it happend? Twice? The FIRST time we actually PLANNED for it to happen. It was biological warfare. But this? This was just an accident. One that could have KILLED somebody.

Cause, see, the Techganic people? Are... well to put it lightly, we are the result of centuries of an ideological and spiritual holy war, that nearly tore our plant apart. The two sides don't really "talk" to each other any more. Or... you know... ACKNOWLEDGE the other.

They are waiting for the other to "inevitably die off, due to their own hubris".

Yeeeeeah. Fun times. You can see why I wanted OFF that dirtball.

At least on other planets? The politics aren't PERSONAL... is what I naively thought. Forgot about empathy! You know, like an idiot! Kark. Where was I? Right! Galaxy, changed, spit. Okay, sooo... here's the thing? My family was part of the bloody bone-sucking Holy Naturalist Empire. (Translated to Basic, the word "Naturalist" has more of a specific to the body? Meaning? Not so much "nature of the world" as "nature of the Self" you know? And in THIS case, the word they are using for "holy" in ancient means less strictly "divine" and more "pure like the divine"? It's Complicated.)

And the Progress Collective was ORIGINALLY this whole project, supposedly, that got WAY out of hand, became a cult, then a religion, and tore the planet apart? It was a technological hive mind that want to "perfect" the planet to a "higher state of being". And then extend its reachs to the stars.

We held the karking LINE. Died in legions. Refusing to give our bodies to be made machines. Droids and puppets. Refused to give our freedoms, our homes, our planet. Any of it. But it was at the cost of our original bodies. The only way to truely fight BACK? Was to become... poison.

The Jedi who eventually came, some how FEELING our distress, dispite the blockade the Collective created on the interplanetary transmitters? Our planet's holonet connection? Said that the creator of Our Salvation was guided by the Force. None of us could really argue. The Salvation treatment was madness. A machine so ahead of it's time, we STILL aren't sure how it works, just that it DOES.

We had a choice.

It was no choice at all.

And now? NOW? Kriffing CENTURIES later? I am STILL a biological weapon! Not do much to non-human adjacent races, but anyone human or human modified? Human descended? Kriff, even a few humanoids! If they're CLOSE enough!

I have to take neutralizers if I plan to be swapping any sort of bodily fluids with ANY race that isn't on the "verified Safe" list. For MONTHS. So it can build up in my system properly. And the side effects? Ugh. Stars and Bone, is it AWFUL! Like I GET why people do it. You love who you love. But the nausea! All those meds just to counter the side effects of other side effects!

It made me kinda glad to be single. Stars, poor cousin Tango.

Of course, I AM responsible. I always carry a FULL kit of emergency neutralizers with me. Just in case, Bones and Blood forbid it, the worst should occur. I have some for accidental blood mixing, some for plasma, a couple for bile, and the majority of the rest? Saliva. The most common accident reported. My kit even has an emergency medical guide on a lil piece of flimsy, on the inside lid!

...I feel like I'm getting distracted agai- OH! Right!!

I work in the senate building, now! Astral, right?! Center of the GALAXY! First step to making a DIFFERENCE! Granted, I am basicly the assistant nobody of no one... but STILL! It's a start! I'm ON Coruscant! That's more then most people can say! I go to work passing THE jedi temple each day! You can see them coming and going from your airspeeder!

Unfortunately? Rent is BRUTAL. I live in a glorified closet with barely a bunk and a sonic shower to my name. Not even a proper 'fresher! It's not like we're traveling. Or my species needs to avoid water! No, I literally just CAN'T AFFORD IT! And if you saw the prices? Droids be carting you off to the medcenter before you know it! Where do they GET their water? The outer rim?! Do they deliver it by HAND?!

.....I haven't had my Caf. Ignore me. I just miss feeling proper CLEAN. Sonic showers just... I know it's a psychological thing, but it doesn't FEEL as clean, you know? I am pouting. Pouty me. Unhappy.

Wait... what time is i- OH KARK!!!

See, on Coruscant there is no real "beating" the traffic. But there ARE certain steps you can take to cut travel time. Like making sure you're on the Senatorial speeder. It has right of way and is pretty comfy. And? If I get ON it early enough? Blend in with the walls? I not only can't get kicked off by some plasbone slimeball of a "I think I'm better then you" senator's aid... but they'll run their mouths!

I have learned SO MUCH that way~!

Unfortunately for me? The Caf merchant was REALLY popular today. So dignified I am NOT.

"Hold the 'LIFT!"

It more a desperate plea then an order, but two seperate armored hands immediately reach out and stop the turbolift's doors from closing. Out of breath behind my Goverments mandated mouth gaurd, I struggle to catch my breath as I finally make it. The kriffing thing makes running almost impossible. It makes most things karking near impossible.

"Tha... thank! You!" I manage to pant, trying not to double over. I am a bit light headed. It's hard to remember what I'm supposed to do when I'm like this. "Kriff! I hate running. Can.. never breathe! Afterwards!"

The lift is full of Coruscant gaurds, their mysterious gazes presumably locked onto me. I could only assume, given how their helmets were turned towards me, but ultimately it was impossible to tell. The gaurd standing next to me was more heavily painted then the others. I still couldn't for the life of me figure out what the marks MEANT. Rank maybe?

"Should we be requesting a medical droid?" Came the mechanized voice of... I was fairly sure the one to my left? I turned to address the one I was preeeeetty sure had spoken. It was a small, echo-y lift.

"No, no. It's just the mask. Makes it kinda hard to breathe. Gover-"

I never got to finish explaining. Just as we reach the Speeder platform. As the doors began to open. An explosion ripped the world apart. The very mask I disliked so much, likely saving my lower jaw from being ripped completely off. The turbolift slammed back, crashing, durasteel screeching as supports ripped apart and gave way.

Rapid fire, more explosions. The Gaurd next to me grabbed me, tucked me tight as they braced. Away from the exit. As.. the world... slowly LEANED.

All I could do was stare, terrified, down at the sheer drop of the now frantic Coruscant traffic below. Commuters desperately trying to avoid falling debris. I could hear alarms. The transparasteel below my face cracked.

Wait.

Below?

The 'lift had leaned. MORE then leaned. It was half unmoored. Hanging out into open air. I clung to the gaurd that held me, my caf dropped long ago, now seeping like dark blood through the cracks to drip... drip... drip... out into that terrible drop.

I.. I couldn't breath. My heart was pounding. Too fast. Too hard. Oh Stars that take us in the End, oh Bones and Blood, that we are! C-can't BREATHE! I managed to make a hand unseize. Rip the glorified muzzle from my face, so I could suck in air. I was drooling. Like a mad hunt beast. A panic response, I remembered distantly.

So far down. Oh Stars. We were going to fall so far down!

A creak. A snap. We jerked and swung downwards. I think... I think I sobbed. Pressed as tight as I could make myself to the red heavy gaurd. He was sturdy. Hold strong. I could hear the other gaurds working quickly and in tandem behind me. But... but I was frozen. Useless. N..nothing but dead weight.

I must have started babbling. Apologizing. Because the helmet near my head turned slightly, the arm around my waist tightened just a bit.

"You have nothing to apologize for ma'am. We were trained for this. Made for this. Not you. You're going to be just fine, all right? We'll get you out of here. Just stay calm and try not to move."

We are almost out. Almost free. When the next attack hits. The cheap duracrete crumbles and we DROP. Gravity releasing us for a few, brief, and terrifying moments.

I do not face them with dignity. I am terrified. A fractured, strangled, scream trying to rip its way free of me. Fear too great to let it. Some stars blessed 'Lift cord catches, arresting our fall violently. We slam into the side of the building the Senatorial Speeder pad is on. Throwing gaurds around the lift pod. Smashing us all together.

The man holding me has his helmet knocked off in a violent bounce that leaves his jaw sporting a shallow but painful looking scrape from someone's boot. Two panes of the transparensteel are just... GONE. Howling wind a deadly reminder of what waits below, should anyone fall through those holes.

"Hammer, Tricks! Get those doors open NOW! I don't care if you have to BLAST them open! We are running out of time and I'd prefer not to learn what the low levels taste like at SPEED." Growled a commanding voice in my ear. Then the voice turn reassuring. "We got you. You're not dying here. We're getting out, okay? Just hold on."

I managed to nod. Drool had long ago overwhelmed my mouth, now painting my chin, smearing everywhere. A mess. It mixed with my tears and some part of me was screaming. Dangerous, dangerous! But... but all I could see was that DROP. Gonna fall. Oh Stars, gonna fall! Please. Scared. Don't let go!

I pressed closer. Ignorant of the way my drool wet cheek pressed against the still bleeding wound on his his face. Ignorant of how I was doing the ONE THING I had been warned time and time again to NEVER EVER do.

The turbolift door gave a screeching clunk as they were force out of place. Toppling away. The gaurds ignored it, immediately getting into action. There was a patrol speeder clearly waiting to get into position. One by one the jumped into it. Careful not to destabilize the already precarious lift any further.

Finally it was our turn. And? With a gut turning drop as I was carried down? We were safe. The Speeder immediately making room. I cried. Clung. It took me entirely too long to remember that something might be amiss. It was only when the gaurd I was clinging to stumbled. Admitted to a "bit" of a headache. That everything came crashing back.

Like ice water to the soul.

Oh Stars! What have I DONE!?

I scramble for my neutralizers. The full anti-spectrum kit. Oh Stars! It's in his BLOOD! I stared in horror at the damning sheen of my own spit against his cheek, my hands shaking, trying to rip open the pack. A medic takes it from me. Opens it for me and reads the flimsy guide in side. Curses.

There is no way to REALLY know who was exposed to me. So everyone has to go to the medcenter. Immediately. Get emergency shots just in case. Then follow up with medical droids for a couple weeks afterwards. BARE MINIMUM.

Why? Because my spit carries organic nanites. They hunt and DESTROY anything they deem "non-native" to the body... as defined by MY species. They ignore obviously alien races but human adjacent ones? They were DESIGNED to destroy augmented humans. "Purge" them of their enhancements. They can't tell they difference. Alien humanoid? Augmented Techganic? Same thing, right?!

Without the neutralizers? The nanites will RIP PEOPLES BODIES APART. And even WITH them? All it does is soft reset them to whatever current race their in. They still cause massive problems and medical trauma as they go about "fixing" any perceived damaged. Like, you know, medical devices. Or shrapnel.

They are meant to break and cannibalize what they can. Fix indiscriminately. If it causes YOU unimaginable agony? So be it. At least you will be "whole". Die Technoganic. Pure. The pain has KILLED people. The nanites? Dumb enough to attack VITAL STSTEMS they deem "wrong". Killing their hosts before they themselves can FIX anything. They were a WEAPON. And... and I infected an innocent man.

I am a monster.

All I can do, is apologize. Again and again and again. Stare in horror, into the eyes of the man who SAVED me, and know that I returned the favor by poisoning him horribly. If there was room? I would grovel. This is... this is unforgivable.

He grimaced past the building headache. Pats my shoulder.

The worst part is... is no one is blaming me.

T-they SHOULD be...

The hand on my shoulder spasms, grip turning crushing as my savior's body violently seizes. His hands shoot to his head, limbs twitching and lashing. Blood trickles from his nose. Eyes shut tight against some terrible pain. They've GIVEN him the shot! It should be countering the nanites! The only reason he should be in this much pain would be if there was something lodged in his brain!

All at once... like a doll with his string cut... he relaxes. Just in time for us to arrive at the Medcenter. They try to usher me away from the gaurds. Push them off towards some "take care of it yourself" corner of nowhere.

I throw a FIT. Loudly.

I am prepared to sit on the floor and scream and cry like a youngling, and it must SHOW, because they hurriedly rush us along. People GET their kriffing bacta. Their technoganic poisoning shots. Yes, I had to harrass the nurses it digging the shots out of storage. NO it couldn't KARKING WAIT!

I learned my saviors name was "Fox". That he's actually stationed in the same building as where I work. The Senate.

Thankfully? "I got BOMBED" is a valid excuse not to show up to work. I was allowed to head home. Fox even escorted me. Showed me where the Gaurds all get their off duty meals. Pretty spicy! But good! I don't really notice how clear headed Fox seems. Surely he always was, right? I can't have CHANGED anything, right?

I don't notice him bracing for headaches that never come. Having thoughts that don't slip away. Seeing the world and for once... REALLY seeing it. Being about to trace all the changes back to one person. The smiling, laughing, soul who NEEDED him so much.

He...he was MADE to be needed. To serve and protect. But does everyone DESERVE his service?

Huh... a strange new thought, that one.

But THIS one... this one might make The List. He really hopes she does. Nodding to a passing vod, his eyes drift back to her. She was warm. Stands as a rare bit of bright in Coruscant's filthy everything. He'd... He'd really like to keep her. Feels too soon, but it's true.

Everyone else have their generals. What do the Gaurds have?

Maybe this? Might be nice.

He hopes she makes the List.

[crispycreambacon]

You fill your head with thoughts you find you can't even feel

Try to make room in your skull, but it’s full of them

All of the things that you think and then think about thinking

I know it’s hard, but they're not who you are

They're white noise

— White Noise, Will Wood —

Welcome one and all to "Mashing Two Interests Like Playdough", the first episode is Puppet History x Will Wood, specifically the Substitute x White Noise 'cause holy moly. It fits him so well. Omg.

I had so much fun creating this poster! I'm really proud of how the poses and the rendering turned out even though both gave me a rough time at first </3 I actually had an earlier version of this poster, but I scrapped it because it wasn't doing it for me ngl :,D I'm glad I did though!

Anyways if you'd like to know more about why I think this song fits the Substitute, you can read my interpretation of the lyrics and how they can relate to him below the "Read More" button. You can also find the glitchless + filterless version of the poster there.

Note: A lot of this is speculation on my part, and you don't need to conform to this reading. This is just how I perceive him.

They paint the walls with colors that you're not meant to notice

They fill the halls with tunes you can't get into your head

Let's establish the obvious: The Substitute can't feel. The extent of his unfeelingness is unknown, but what is known is that he can't taste and can't have the sensation of touch. This may lead to him being isolated due to his inability to relate to experiences both humans and his fellow puppets seem to have, particularly the experiences of the one he is based on.

Yeah, it sorta sounds like a retro top-40 but wrong

You're not meant to sing along

It isn't that kind of song

It's white noise

Despite his unfeelingness, he still wants to have the experiences others have. After all, he literally almost killed someone just to have that chance, but his plan is not entirely well-thoughout. How was he going to dispose Ryan's body without getting caught? How was he going to sew the skin onto himself and dispose the rest of it? What was he going to do after he finally what he asked for?

In a way, he was doomed to fail. He was never meant to gain sentience anyway, let alone have the desire to feel like his counterpart. His existence is a complete accident. Now he has to deal with the consequences of actions he never even had a hand in doing.

But if you listen closely I swear, to God I swear

You can hear the ocean if you hold it up to your ear

This lyric directly inspired the pose of the Substitute listening to the conch shell. He has memories of some of the most wonderful sensations on Earth yet he can't connect with any of them. Perhaps when no one was looking, he tries to recreate some of them in a desperate attempt to find a scrap of semblance of feeling and gets increasingly frustrated with his inability to understand them.

Is it any wonder that he would do anything to regain that scrap of enjoyment? To end his torturous experience by any means necessary?

Its personality's a lack of identity

The entire second verse in general speaks about the meaningless of art and how people try to give it meaning anyway. The Substitute's only purpose was to replace the Professor either to console a dead mass or to continue the show. Now that the Professor is back... What can he do?

Moreover, he's also never allowed to have an identity of his own. Since he's meant to be a perfect copy of someone else, especially someone who's presumed to be dead, he can never really deviate from that role because it would break the illusion the puppets created to cope with their grief. No matter what his desires are, he can never really explore any of them because no one is allowing him to do so.

Also, the way the orchestra swells during this part kinda calls back to theatrical music for me. I feel like the Substitute would enjoy performace arts. His bombastic musical number implies he had a flair for the dramatics, and despite his lack of feeling, his expression of his ambitions is quite dramatic.

You fill your head with thoughts you find you can't even feel

This can relate to how the Subtitute is forced to relive the memories of the Professor despite not being able to experience the emotions connected with them. In a way, he has to so that he could remind himself of his motivations. Remembering the joy the Professor got through feeling would keep him going on this path in the hopes that some day, he could feel that joy too.

I know it's hard

But they're not who you are

They're white noise

This line can be taken in two ways. One is based on the speculated official meaning of the outro which is centered on intrusive thoughts. No doubt the Substitute deals with homicidal thoughts, but I wonder if he truly believes in them. Does he genuinely enjoy indulge in them, or does he act on them because it's all that he knows? For all the talk about him having the Professor's memories, at the end of the day, he was crudely coded for one simple purpose. His thoughts are very simplistic—as seen with how quickly he jumps to murder as the most logical solution for his problem—and I wonder if he was given a chance to grow beyond his purpose, he could've reliazed that homocide was not the right course of action.

The other way, which is likely more relevant, relates back to the Substitute being intrinsically tied to the Professor. His thoughts, his memories and his actions are all in a way influenced by the Professor. But it didn't have to be this way. As unlikely as it is, he could've had a life where he discovered his own interests and his own personality outside of being "the evil Professor". If he had gotten to learn more about the world on his own, if he had been able to act not as the Professor but as himself, he would've been able to develop more and find that joy he was missing. He could've had a life.

Unfortunately, he was never given that chance, and it is unlikely that he ever will be.

[droughtofapathy]

Hi there! I read your review of Cabaret and saw that one of your main complaints was that a lot of Jewish culture was staged/written out. I’m not Jewish and don’t have that baseline understanding of the religion/culture and was wondering if you could elaborate further?

Hi Anon, I'd be glad to elaborate a little more, with the caveat that I'm not Jewish either, but I do know a thing or two about the history of this show. I'm also long-winded, so... buckle in.

I don't believe the production team intentionally went into it and took an eraser to Judaism as they went, but I do believe that being an English team with far less Jewish influence in their culture and society has made them blind to the inherent Judaism of the story beyond the glaringly obvious. As I've said before, this is a revival made by gentiles for gentiles right from the very conceit. In centering the show on this nightmare puppet spectacle of a cabaret, it does a disservice to the real heart and moral of the story's true epicenter: the boardinghouse and Schneider and Schultz and the grounded people around them. The very fact that it's officially been retitled "Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club" (frankly redundant) shows that this production is no longer about the actual book, but about the frivolous hedonism. Schultz's Jewish storyline is an afterthought hastily plopped down into the cabaret setting. Because of this staging, the focus is never away from the now-very goyish cabaret. Cliff, Schneider, Schultz, and even Ernst were very much given the "I don't care much" treatment by this director who wants everyone to ooh and ahh over the exorbitant pre-show gimmicks and whatever the fuck the Emcee and Sally are doing, and to hell with the actual plot.

Everything from the direction to the marketing to the creative tone seems to scream out that no one on this creative team actually understands the message. The nightclub might be the titular setting, but it's a looming figure in the shadows. A seedy little joint in a back alley where everyone's just trying to survive. Vaudeville could be bawdy, certainly, but the staging and choreography here is vulgar and tiresome, and says to me that the creatives also have little to no knowledge of that artform either.

Cabaret is an inherently Jewish musical. The three original creatives (Joe Masteroff, John Kander, and Fred Ebb) were Jewish men who were all alive during WWII and old enough to understand the horrors happening around them and overseas. Director and producer Hal Prince was Jewish. Revival director Sam Mendes is Jewish. Both Joel Grey and Alan Cumming are Jewish and/or gay. Eddie Redmayne is the first major Emcee on Broadway (baring a few late-run replacements, in the other runs, I'm sure) who is neither. Rebecca Fracknell is not Jewish and beyond the fact that I just don't think she's a good director of musical theatre (which is an incredibly hard artform that differs from directing straight plays), she has no inherent understanding or trust of the rich material already in place. She chose instead to create spectacle without actual spectacle, and focus all the time and energy into the Emcee--a character who was never meant to be the protagonist. The charisma and iconic performances of past Emcees have elevated this role in all subsequent productions, yes, but always as a centrally Jewish (and subtextually queer) figure. By having that representation and interpretation, Cabaret remains a centrally Jewish musicals. By stripping this particular Emcee of that, we get a goyish nightmare puppet, not a man. Not a Jewish man hiding or highlighting his Jewishness. We get a re-centered gentile production dead behind the eyes.

Antisemitism in Weimar Germany takes on a featured role in what should be a starring turn. Fracknell clearly sees herself as Sally, and she's made it all about the Sally in a painfully white goyish feminist way (don't get me started on a rant about the "girlbossification" they're trying to make happen), but the VERY CLEAR intent of the material is that we should not want to be Sally. We should not be proud of being this willfully ignorant girl who doesn't care about the rise of fascism all around her, and actively states that it has nothing to do with her. We should be horrified at her complacency and shamed that we might have gone in feeling the same way. And Schneider says it, she says it right there in what's meant to be the scene, that Cliff and Sally can just run away when the going gets tough without a care in the world, but she can't. When a show takes a Jewish story, written by Jewish men, and turns it into a gentile funhouse carnival and refuses to acknowledge its Jewish-centered book characters and actors (notice how Bebe Neuwirth and Steven Skybell were almost entirely excluded from promo materials until late into the Award Season publicity) to instead prop up a white gentile man and a white gentile woman...well, that's just blatant Jewish erasure.

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

When Puppet History was like "some shit's just etched into the stars"

because it's not that it happened for a reason but just that maybe some calamities are bound to happen and it's not about you, and it doesn't mean you have to be okay with it or find some greater meaning in it if you don't want to, but it will still become part of you,

and how the meteor was like "this seems like a pretty great place to stop"

but the meteor stopping wiped out the majority of life on the planet,

but that catastrophe made it possible for everything we know now to exist,

like you and me and cats and kakapos and cherry soda and fanfiction and singing puppets,

and that meteor doesn't have any bearing on our day-to-day life but it does because even though we don't see it or talk about it or think about it or notice the scars from it, the fact that it is a part of our planet is inextricable from our daily existence,

it's a part of us, a part of all those things that made the meteor fall in love with this planet,

just like catastrophes and tragedies we experience in our lives may not be visible to those around us, and we may not even think about them all that often, they change the complete existence of us, and while the people who caused these things to happen to us may or may not have been acting with malicious intent, the event itself might sometimes be neutral, and even if it wasn't, being able to accept that thing as a part of you, even if you liked who you were before, you can't ever go back to that,

it's just not possible,

and it's okay and fine and good to accept who you are after that happened, it's okay to love who you are now and it's okay to still wish you could have seen that other you survive and it's okay to mourn them, it's okay to be sad for what you lost and glad of what you gained.

And you can't go back and that's okay too because that's the nature of the universe: to change and move and what's the end is also a beginning and every moment is fleeting and precious so tell people that you love them. Maybe that's sad and it's okay to cry and be afraid and love and be grateful all at once and no I'm not okay I'm just going to be crying over this dumb puppet show forever

[rookfeatherrambles]

130 FOLLOWERS. NANI? Alright I've been writing for a bit tonight, have this snippet of something. TW: ALMOST CHARACTER DEATH. almost :) ---- BOUND BY SPIDER'S THREAD

Martin’s gaze followed the thick mass of spiders as it trailed off through the grass to pile upon itself, higher and higher, until...

"Hello, Martin." Annabelle Cane smiled down at him. "You look an awful mess."

Martin felt numb, looking from her to Jon's body, so painfully still.

His eyes were oceans of undisguised fear and worry.

"Is he--?"

Annabelle walked over to Jon and knelt down, pressing her hand over the red line that had once been a gushing, gaping thing, and felt his heart pulsing more regularly. Still weak, but stable.

"He'll live, Martin. His heart is held together by spider silk and prayer, but he'll live."

Martin burst into tears. They were ugly, snotty tears, and Annabelle Cane ceased to exist in that moment as he clutched at Jon, mindful of his injury, and pressed his face into his love's neck, his hair, his chest where he could feel his heart pumping blood the way it was supposed to.

He was blubbering something, something like thanks, if thanks was mucus-muffled and also incoherent.

Annabelle was still there, waiting for him to compose himself, and eventually his grateful sobs subsided and he looked up at her through streaky glasses and red eyes. She just smiled. "I'm glad I found you when I did, Martin. I was worried you two had been left behind."

Martin sniffled, wiping his dirty face with a dirtier hand. "Wh-What do you mean? Why? What do you want with us?”

She reached into her black jacket pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, offering it to him. "It is in the Mother's best interest to make sure your lovely boyfriend is safe and watched over. And now that I've saved his life, I've accomplished that task."

Martin's suspicion rose. "And? There's an and in there, Annabelle..."

She dipped her head and smiled. "And of course you owe me now, naturally."

He groaned, sitting back on his heels. After a moment of watching Jon's chest rise and fall, he looked back up at her with a stony expression. "What do you want?"

Annabelle stood, brushing down her spotless coat. "Ah, well that, Martin- That is an excellent question. I normally wouldn't be so... forthright about this, but the ex-Archivist is on borrowed time, so I'll just tell you. I want you both to work with me. With the Web, with the Mother of Puppets. You've got some aptitude, Martin, and Jon... Jon is a marvel, but he is a danger to all of our plans, even now. We must make sure he doesn't find his way back to the Eye and well, you know what they say about history repeating itself, don't you?"

She looked satisfied at Martin's dumbstruck expression.

[24kaiden]

Lovely is love

Actor!Wally x Actor!Reader

Prologue

I sighed, stretching my legs out in my limousine leaning my back onto its doors as music played quietly in the background.

“Ms.(Last name) are you well?” the driver spoke his eyes looking at mine through the rearview mirror. I only smiled at him, he seemed to get the hint and focused his attention back on the road ahead. Silence fell the only thing that seemed to break it was the occasional sound of the signal lights

Ring

Ring

My phone blared out. I groaned, reaching over my seat to grab it. I read over the name quickly, noticing it was my agent. What the hell could he want I thought while answering.

“Hello?” I spoke slightly aggravated as I picked up on the sounds of shuffling in the background

“(Your Name) I have got the best gig for you” he exclaimed “Which is?” I replied sounding uninterested as this wasn’t the first gig he claimed would be the best but instead ended up in scandals.

“It’s this children's show starring and get this, an only puppet cast” he practically shouted causing me to slightly back the phone away from my ears

I rolled my eyes wishing he could see my aggravated expression.

“Jesus Charlie I already have gigs and interviews coming out of my ass and here you're trying to give me another one, even then they underpay puppets like us just admit show business is over for us little guys,” I said fondling with the seat belt beside me. It's only right to remind him of the world we're living in life's tough for us puppets and there's nothing to do about it.

“Ah come on, where's your spirit? You're too young to be thinking about that stuff. Your (Your Name) Top model, Oscar-nominated Actor you're making history at only nineteen and you wanna stop?” He ranted and part of me knew it was true. I'm more popular and loved than most human actors but the other part of me is screaming don't do it.

“The pay is a hundred grand an episode”…..

“Ms.(Last name) so glad you could make it!” the director spoke

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[gffa]

Hey Lumi! I've been loving your Bo-Katan commentary and have appreciated the way you make connections to previous content from Clone Wars and Rebels, pointing out lots of things I would have missed otherwise! So I hope you don't mind a lore question. Has Bo-Katan ever been referred to as a "princess" before this episode? I was confused when she said that, since Satine was a Duchess, and I hadn't ever gotten the impression that Mandalore was a strict hereditary monarchy, but that the houses would rise and fall. I got nothing from reading Wookiepedia so I'm hoping you can shed some light!

Hi! Thank you, I'm glad the Bo-Katan commentary has been entertaining! I have to admit, I've fallen back in love with Mean Wife, she is so mean and so great! Unfortunately, I'm not going to be able to help much with the Mandalorian stuff because there's really not a lot about it in canon. Legends probably covered a bunch of stuff, but The Mandalorian is not part of the Legends continuity, so who knows what Favreau is going to do with this. I'm not sure we really know how Mandalore's royalty situation worked out, why Satine was Duchess instead of Queen, if there's a functional difference, if it's one of those situations like where Padme was Queen of Naboo, but it was an elected position, that maybe terms don't mean the same thing in Star Wars as they do in our universe, and "Duchess" means "Queen" to them, etc. All of that is speculation! I did get the impression that Satine's position was hereditary because she came into that position when she was very young, given the age she and Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were on the run, but if she'd been elected, she wouldn't still be Duchess and she probably would have been more popular at that time. But also because House Kryze was established as a thing (like House Vizsla) in TCW, which is hereditary as well, if we're going by how long House Vizsla has history all the way back to at least Tarre Vizsla. But a lot of that is based on the vibes I got from how characters acted and how there was nothing mentioned of rises and falls or elections, like Pre Vizsla didn't become the Duke of Mandalore, instead it fell to the Prime Minister that he was puppet mastering, despite that Pre was from House Vizsla, which has a long, long history with Mandalore. So, the "Princess" line threw me, but I'm just assuming that, yeah, the Kryze family was royalty and that we're not meant to take "Princess" super literally in a 1:1 relation to our own world or that maybe she was Princess of Kalevala, but Duchess/Duke was a separate role that a person from House Kryze inherited. (And should have passed to Bo-Katan on Satine's death, but the political upheaval on Mandalore was too chaotic and they weren't willing to rally around Bo-Katan at the time.) Really, though, it's impossible to say, we don't know nearly enough about canon to say what the term "Princess" means or if Favreau doesn't care and just threw it in there because it sounded good. Never underestimate the power of something sounding good. XD

[sophierequests]

🌿 i talk in my sleep - send me your ideal idea of a first date and some facts about yourself (name/nickname, favourite pastry, favourite song, random fun facts etc.) and i'll ship you with a character and write a short drabble about them → please specify your sexuality, pronouns and whether the ship is supposed to be romantic or platonic!

Hi! I hope it's still the 14th where you are haha, but if it's passed the date, you can completely skip and delete this!! Ideal Idea of a First Date - Definitely attending a festival or carnival of some sorts! I love strolling around to see different carts and markets and the music and performance!! And ending the day with a fireworks show of some sort! Nickname - On here, my friends call me Oath! (but for the drabble you can just make it an 'x reader'! I don't mind ^_^) Favourite Pastry - I absolute LOVE cookies, especially chocolate chip and when it's soft baked, the best kind uwu Favourite Song - About Time (feat. Kelsey Kuan & prettyhappy) Random Fun Fact - I am pretty introverted when I first meet people, but once I feel comfortable and safe with someone, I open up and become a very energetic and talkative person, especially if it comes to topics I like or the person likes, I love listening to people's interests and have them sharing it with me Sexuality and Pronouns - I am a straight hetero woman, I go by she/her but I don't mind they/them pronouns as well! I would like it to be a romantic drabble please! (And fluff if you don't mind XD) Thank you in advance, I love your work, and I hope you have an amazing day! Take care ^_^

shipping people with grishaverse characters // the garden event

don't worry, you were just in time!

i don't think anyone's surprised by who i'm shipping you with

since we never really heard much about shu han in the books, i took the mid-autumn/mooncake festival as inspiration for this! (it's only very loosely based on it and i don't mention the history, so if you're interested in the festivities, please look them up, it's so interesting to read about!!)

“I cannot believe that the one time Nikolai is dragging us off to Shu Han is also one of the days when the whole country chooses to abandon their houses and fill up the streets,” you mumbled, more to yourself than to anyone else.

Tolya only chuckled in response, a few loose strands of hair falling lazily onto his forehead. Both of you wore a somewhat traditional robe that Nikolai had gotten all of you to blend into the crowds, but only Tamar and Tolya really managed to pull it off. You still had to admit that the fabrics looked more than stunning, especially in the warm red light emitting from all the paper lanterns around you.

“We should be glad that Nikolai didn’t intend on going through with that plan of his today.” He whispered back, almost having to lean down towards you so that you could hear. “We wouldn’t have a chance getting through the streets without causing some sort of commotion.”

“At least something,” you chuckled. “As frustrating as our favourite privateer’s planning skills are, I’m still excited to see what this whole festival is about.”

He raised his brows in amusement. “Have you never heard about the Moon Festival?”

“Tolya, I grew up in Ravka and spent my entire life cooped up at the Little Palace, studying manuscripts older than that hag Baghra, do you really think I know what kind of celebrations the Shu have?”

“Oh dear, then I have a lot to show you.” With that, he grabbed hold of your arm and pulled you face-first into the crowd.

There was so much going on and you barely had time to catch a proper breath before the next impression was basically thrust upon you. 

First, he led you to what looked like a parade passing through the streets. People dressed in colourful hanfus and intricate costumes danced amidst the onlookers, laughing and singing songs that you had never heard before. A few of them held up a giant puppet of a bright green dragon, making it dance and writhe over their heads. It was a stunning display of colours and music alike, and you couldn’t help but gape at the performers as they walked past you.

“Dragon Dance,” he stated matter-of-factly. “It’s a tradition as old as time. They used to only do it during times of drought, because the dragons are associated with rain here, so they hoped that this dance would bring us a prosperous harvest.”

“It’s most definitely a stunning tradition.”

“You’d be surprised about how many stunning traditions the Shu have other than this.” He smiled, letting his eyes wander over the parade one last time before offering you a hand. “Are you hungry? I think I know something that you might like.”

This statement should remain to ring true. He took you to a less crowded market street, vibrant shops and huts lining the sides of the road nearly everywhere you looked. There were shops selling masks, fabrics and dresses, or all kinds of food. 

Tolya stopped in front of a bright red booth, offering something that looked to be tiny sweets. He called them mooncakes and went on a long, complex rant about how his sister always used to steal the best ones while he was left with the flavours that no one really liked. After he was done rambling, he bought a little box full of mooncakes and two cups of Kuei Hua Chen Chiew, also called osmanthus wine as he explained to you later.

For what felt like the hundredth time today, he pulled you away from the commotion and towards a little ledge that overlooked the lower parts of the city and quite a bit of the raging sea. The city was bathed in the red glow of the lanterns and flashing lights, competing against the heavy darkness that surrounded you. It was a strange, but beautiful sight to see. And it was made even more beautiful by the fact that you had someone to share it with.

[greydoesthearts]

Puppet Friends Comic Lore Drop

I know I took a while between the first few comic parts but after blasting through the last couple I need a break from it for a bit before diving into the next bits. So instead here's some lore drop for ya :]

Part 1

As of the beginning of the comic, the puppets are maybe a few months into living at the library. They've had their fair share of acting based trauma (as we see with Yay panicking over leaving the baby dragon) but no real problems arise outside of that.

More below :)

Part 2

We see they're free to roam the library as they please at nighttime. I wouldn't say they have night vision but they're filled with magic, who's to say how they see around?

Ren was hiding his discomfort before, but now we see she kinda really has qualms with things in private.

Part 3

Pip signs 'sorry' on panel 8 (?) despite everyone talking to it so far. He's pre-hearing aids as of this chapter and some into chapter 1, meaning he is not yet able to speak.

(And I've actually had some thoughts about this, that it probably seems like his hearing aids are a magical cure-all to his deafness/disability based on other parts of the story I've done in one-shots and whatnot. They're not. We'll see that just like his signing, he learns to speak after he receives his hearing aids. He is not fully deaf, more hard of hearing, and just like irl hearing aids do not cure any sort of auditory disorder, just helps. This was very important to me to clarify 🫶)

Part 4

I don't think there's anything lorewise I need to talk about here lol I just like her little 🥺 face and I'm glad you guys did, too! :D

Part 5

We'll get more information on the 'History of Puppets' book in further chapters, this whole chapter 0 things was, for me, to set up further stuff.

For this one I wanna talk about the unidentified children and man. The point of this whole thing was to focus on the puppets more than the people until later bits of the story, but these kids still do play an important role. Namely, their adult has broken his arm, oh no! And they've stolen Zero of all puppets? This seems like a recipe for disaster. Remember how I said so far the only trauma they've gone through was the acting stuff? Not anymore from that point forward. Consequences, consequences... the little boy who looked scared shitless will play a bigger role in the future though, I've decided. Not huge, but he'll be back :)

And there you have it! Writing this was a lot of fun, I like explaining my thought process into things, especially my things, and maybe y'all benefitted from it a little bit, too! If you have any more questions, you know where to find me lol 🫶

Puppet Friends!!: @glass-trash-bab @dtaegis @magic-fandoms @andthedolphinsdancedaway

[siriannatan]

Court of Ice and Fire Chapter 3/3

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

I'm giving up. I can't write Scott being mean to fWhip… I'm a weakling for fluff.

The next few days in Rivendell were snowy, stormy and boring. To fWhip. Scott seemed to grow more and more tense and agitated by all the letters that managed to make their way to his castle through constant snow storms. Shockingly he was not lying he'd let fWhip at least look over reports from Grimlands. 

He was glad to find a coded message from his helpers. Apparently, the elven military was merely keeping anyone from coming in or leaving. As Scott said... Smart way to avoid rebellions. Keep people an image of freedom until he has fWhip listening to him and then use him as a puppet. At least that's what fWhip would have done in his place.

So for now he kept an eye on Scott's increasing moodiness while dutifully going over all the paperwork he was given. Looking for more hidden messages or any hints of Rivendell mingling. Other than a few suspiciously good for Grimlands trade deals Scott asked him to think on there was nothing. 

And then Scott's mood snapped. All due to one letter. "Your siblings are the worst," Scott huffed, frost covering the windows in thick layers. On both sides. The temperature in the room dropped a lot despite the roaring fire. It was fine likely only because fWhip started it, using his dragon fire. 

"What did they do this time?" maybe letting Scott complain would make him feel better.

"Apparently they got a meeting into motion first. And really want you there..." Scott grumbled as he balled the paper up and tossed it into fire. "As if they had no idea what the hell they pulled. "And now Pix and Katherine want to come over and see if you're actually alive..." his mood did not seem to improve with his rambling. It only got worse if anything. "I really should have punched Sausage when I had a chance..."

fWhip took a deep breath. Now this was interesting. What would be the point of that? Just getting Sausage, Gem and Pearl to leave fWhip alone should have been enough then. Maybe it was just Scott being angry at the current situation? Had to be. That would make the whole thing too personal. And be totally out of character for Scott. He was not the type to just punch someone. fWhip or Jimmy? Yes. Not Scott. 

But for now, fWhip had no room to think he had to get Scott's mood up or the whole castle would freeze. He never thought he'd have to do it. So he set his work aside. Neatly to not annoy Scott further, he did often comment how messily fWhip worked these past few days.

"Isn't there any other way we can prove I'm alive and stuff? Like, send a letter or," fWhip offered, leaning against a desk next to where Scott glared at the fire from his chair. 

"You think Pix and Katherine would think it enough after whatever lies they were fed?" Scott's stare moved to fWhip's face, softening a little bit.

"We were friends a long time ago... but with Katherine in the mix probably not," Scott sighed. He could kind of understand Scott's frustration. What could convince people he was here willing... Was he though? 

As of late, he grew to like his 'arrangement' with Scott. He probably even preferred it over running a country himself... Much less stress but it seemed to all just go to Scott though... And as much as he constantly suspected something... Scott would make some move at this point. Them sharing a bed, still, even if fWhip recovered significantly, didn't seem all that malicious. Nothing Scott did really did.

It just felt confusing as all hell. "Can I ask something?"

"Sure why not," Scott shrugged and leaned back in his chair.

"Why did you intervene? And I mean the real reason, not some weird, confusing excuse," fWhip asked, bracing himself for impact. Be it physical or ice magic. "You had no real reason, not with Rivendell and Grimlands' recent history. Not with how you locked yourself and your empire behind walls of ice..." he rambled as Scott remained silent and motionless.

"I..." Scott started and froze. He likely realised fWhip would recognise if he lied. "I was scared I'd lose you..." he muttered. Barely a whisper. "And I panicked and before I knew it I was screaming and then dragging you here. I... Had no idea what to do after," he confessed, as quiet. Ice moving past the lines of the windows. Overtaking the walls. "I... I apologise," he said a bit louder.

fWhip was stunned. 'Loose you?' he surely didn't mean... But then Scott's ice-cold hands found one of fWhip's and held it gently. Leaving him the choice to pull back if he so wished. He didn't. Scott's skin might have been cold, covered in a thin layer of frost but it was nothing to fWhip. "Did you mean it as in..." he hesitated for just a second.

"I... I love you fWhip, even if I'm terrible at expressing it..." he confessed. fWhip was too stunned to say anything. "I can take you to Grimlands whenever you wish if it's too much, stay as far as..."

With a sudden surge of confidence, fWhip interrupted him. Not knowing what to say he simply kissed the elven king. It wasn't his fault Scott was damn pretty. He quickly freed his hand from Scott's. Or was it Scott moving his hands to tentatively pull fWhip into his lap? No matter the reason, he tangled his hands into Scott's hair. It was as soft as he always guessed it might be.

"We should move somewhere comfier," fWhip huffed having to, regretfully, break away for air.

"Do we really have to?" Scott mussed, face buried in fWhip's neck. "I'm pretty good where I am, warm and comfy," he hummed pulling fWhip closer.

"Yes, but we'd be comfier on a bed, wouldn't you agree?" fWhip argued but his resolve was crumbling little by little. Scott's hands and lips were rather persuasive.

Scott hesitated slightly but eventually agreed and almost dragged fWhip to the bedroom. Barking out orders to the guards to keep any and everyone from interrupting them.

A few hours later fWhip lay contently in the warm bed. Another snowstorm was howling outside. Scott's permanently cold hands traced his spine and jagged scars left by his wings. He could almost fall asleep again like this. Unfortunately, he was rather hungry. Being part dragon gave him quite the appetite.

"Hungry?" Scott asked at a loud rumble.

"A bit," fWhip admitted before yawning widely and stretching. He hadn't felt so relaxed in a while. "Do you think Pix would take an engagement announcement as a sign that I'm doing okay?" he wondered, turning to his side to stare at Scott.

"He'll probably think I'm forcing it on you," Scott sighed. "I have a feeling I'm not the most popular person out there..."

"Good. I'd have to be jealous otherwise," fWhip chuckled. It didn't seem like his joke was fully appreciated but Scott dropped the subject until the next day. Now they had a meal to get to.

In the end, they decided that announcing the upcoming wedding was best done in person, together.

[ask-the-substitute]

Hey!! Psst! I know it’s probably not going to get continued in the ask blog way, I get that it’s a commitment, but do you think you’d ever write a blurb or something on how this would have ended? Just so we can know!

hi!! moth here!! it has been a WHILE since I left you guys hanging with this so I should probably say something

first of all I'm really glad you guys enjoyed this enough to check up on it like this, and I am so so sorry I abandoned it 😭😭 I might get back into my puppet history interest when the new season comes out but I'm still not sure if I'd be able to pick this back up, if I get inspiration I'll absolutely try though the substitute is still my blorbo love that guy

but about writing a blurb about how it was going to end and what my plans were, I'm going to be completely honest between personal matters and The LORE on my main and everything I completely forgot what my plan was and I didn't leave myself good notes 😭😭😭

this does give me an opportunity to go back to the drawing board if I ever do return to this because I remember I wasn't quite happy with the plan I had for the very ending, like the details of it? I'm glad I at least got to giving the substitute his body and everything where there was a fraction of that happy ending, I just need to workshop the rest of it if get the chance!!

but again like thank you for these it makes me really happy and surprised that people still like and think about this project of mine?? it was made with a lot of love for this character and I'm glad it was enjoyed, actually met my partner @marine-beats through it so that's fun!!!

genuinely hope I can end it properly for you guys someday, thank you :]]

[tommybowefuneralattendee]

💙Smoshblr December Asks Day 26💛

What are your top 3 favourite youtube channels/series outside of smosh?

i'm so glad you asked, i'm about to be in my shill era

Watcher Entertainment is everything to me and always has been. I only got into Smosh in the last year, but the origin point of my ao3 handle (halfwheeze) is Buzzfeed Unsolved, the predecessor of Watcher series Mystery Files and Ghost Files. top three series on watcher moment

Puppet History

Weird and/or Wonderful World

Too Many Spirits

dropout!! i've also been into dropout longer than smosh, funnily enough. top three series on dropout moment

Game Changer

Make Some Noise

Dirty Laundry

back on my buzzfeed pipeline, The Try Guys !! eugene, keith and zach... they're like brothers to me. uncles. being an audience member when eugene came out was literally fucking life changing for me, i am not fucking joking. zach's public journey with his physical disabilities... yeah. yeah. also, keith is My Guy. he shares a lot of traits with my actual brother so he's very Homey for me. top three series on the try guys moment

without a recipe / without instructions (same slot bc i have so much love in my heart)

eat the menu

drunk vs high

special mentions: strange aeons, film cooper, annamarie forcino, jammidodger, salem tovar, ty turner, charliebarley, jarvis johnson.

[aajjks]

TPOL!JK

"t-tonight?" you say and from the defeated look on your face it's safe to that you and jungkook are history in jaekuk's eyes. he lives you with a final goodbye with "i'm glad you got the hint" and leaves both you and yerin to enjoy the now watered down coffee thanks to his presence. once he's gone, yerin lets out a loud factual statement that not even you could disagree with.

jungkook does look just like his father. from his nose to his cupid bow lips, and even his intimidating demeanor is all jungkook yet his doe eyes must come from his mother because he doesn't appear to be a gene his father possesses but the fact still remains that jungkook just might propose to tina, which thank God you left your engagement ring back at the hotel. you weren't expecting jungkook's dad to make a surprise pop up and even though it's your first time meeting and seeing him, you want it to be the LAST time you ever come face to face with him again. he's a man with a lot of power and there's no way you stand a chance against him.

you and yerin talk a little bit more before you're off to work then back home late that night. you freshen yourself up and throw on a t-shirt and shorts before hopping in bed and putting on a movie to help you sleep to but before you clock out for the night, you converse with your mother for a bit. once you finish talking to her your mind travels back to jaekuk telling you about jungkook proposing to tina, possibly tonight. you don't believe him, of course, since you and jungkook are engaged but how far does jungkook want to go with this plan? will he really propose?

on cue, jungkook calls you and when you pick up, you hear his happy tone and giggles. "hey, jungkook" you say after he speaks first. you don't know what he's happy about but you're about to ruin his mood when you tell him about jaekuk paying you a visit and the news he informed you about.

"yeah, i did miss you but no. i think i'll sleep alone tonight"

and now jungkook's happy tone is laced with concern because why would you want to sleep alone?

"your father came to see me today. told me you and tina might get married, that you probably proposed to her tonight. i'm not saying i believe him but jungkook, i want to go back home. i appeared pitiful enough when he came to visit me, so can i go back to switz now? please?"

Jungkook screams into the phone. “WHAT??? WHAT DID HE MEAN BY PROPOSING TO TINA?!?” He’s so clueless about this- he’s sure your ears must’ve hurt from his loud voice but he’s genuinely shocked.

Oh his father is the actual devil in disguise.

“Yn sweetheart please don’t tell me you believe him?!” He laughs, he’s literally having mood swings at the moment, just the mention of his father drives him crazy.

How did he even have the audacity to see you?? And even lying to you about proposing to his own personal puppet? Jungkook is sure you’ve got doubts on your mind.

You must be feeling sick to your stomach. “B-But I was hoping that I could take you to meet my mother…” he pouts. “She should get to meet her daughter in law- we’ll soon be married.” He emphasizes on that.

He’d rather eat poison than to propose to Tina.

“Don’t go back to Switzerland of course- not yet. You can’t yn.”

Jungkook sighs. He knows that this is too much to handle but you love him don’t you? He loves you so much. You’ll have to hold on a little longer.

“So what do you say? I’m saying this because my father is going on a business trip to Türkiye tomorrow, So you should meet my mother!!”

[succulentcucumber]

I'm just really happy that the season ended on a happy tone. I was expecting a heart-wrenching episode and it kinda is but in a good way. It made me cry in relief, in comfort, in wonder of the Earth, of inevitable thing happening but that's okay, that sometimes, we don't have to be scared of what's in store of the future. Although it's okay to worry about the future, we also need to appreciate the present, the people who are in here with us before our memories become history, and even of they do, we should not forget about them. Also, it encapsulates the regret of having done something bad to your friend or someone you care about. The regret and the absolute relief of being forgiven, and being able to be forgiven in the first place.

This episode really gets to me in a way, as if it was made to fit inside my mess of a heart and make me cry. It had my fears of the future and being stuck in the past, the thought of hurting someone I care about, and just Earth stuff in general. The joy of existence, of being loved and comforted. Also, dinosaurs and prehistoric times is a topic I am always excited to learn new things about. (except the fate of the dinosaurs, that was really sad)

Ryan and the professor also needed rest, to be able to see each other again. The dread of not being able to say sorry to your friend is fucking excruciating, and I am really glad they made it. Fucking ecstatic that the dino parents are alive. They get to meet Ryan and vice versa. The most important things in the professor's life just meeting each other. I hope we see more of them and I really hope things stay happy for them for a while.

I am so thankful for this show. Makes learning so much fun and it covers topics that aren't really much known to everyone, and it makes me curious every time. I am thankful for everyone involved, directly or not, because without them, we would not be able to see this masterpiece of a show. I am thankful for watcher, for doing everything they do. Thank you so much. You have no idea how much this matters to me. Thank you Shane Madej, for willing this whole show to life.

Also puppet history saw me slipping out of the fandom and said "that's bullshit" before tossing me back again like Ryan defenestrated the subsitute

The editing is fucking awesome by the way. Good job.

[bleachbleachbleach]

Just dropping by to say I love your blog a lot!!❤️❤️❤️ you are doing the lords work lol someday I try hard to find good questions to send you that I think you'd like to think about--but all I ever come up with is "since it's canon that after the tybw and 10 year time skip and they have tv--who would actually have a tv, and what do think they'd watch, or would they try to make their own weird version of a tv station/show? Would ichigo be able to get it on his home tv, like, he's just wanting one day and then there's yumichika, renji, ikkaku and shuuhei on the lowest budget drama in all 3 worlds"

Just want yall to know I love and appreciate all the work you do!!❤️❤️❤️

Aww, thank you! I'm glad you enjoy it! <333 You are one of our OG dash blorbos and it makes me really happy that we continue to blorbo it up together. <3

This seems like an excellent opportunity to bring back

which is further elaborated in this post. (I’d forgotten everything except the C-SPAN gif, which is a total disservice to House Hunters Interdimensional—I feel so ashamed!)

As far as who has TVs, I think all the division offices have one, because they were part of a military tech rollout. They have yet to really catch on individually, though. In the commercial district, there’s a TV store with a whole wall of them out front, and people tend to simple congregate in the streets to watch whatever’s on, as though it were a live playhouse. The difference is that it’s 24-hour programming, and when it’s not airing Central 46 C-SPAN it’s fueled by camera-happy insomniacs.

I used to live in a city that had a local access channel that a friend of mine swore by, which was a single-camera one-man puppet show performing the entire story of the Bible. Soul Society definitely has one of those, except it performs the full history of Soul Society. It’s actually incredibly well-researched and is the love labor of Some Guy who was granted access to and spent a lifetime absorbing the Kuchiki records. Byakuya has signed off on the show, but owing to its low production value, he did not consent to use of the Kuchiki name anywhere but in the credits roll.

There’s also a shopping channel that is essentially a slideshow of the existing SC catalogue, intercut with footage of straight-faced SC staffers describing the items. This show is incredibly popular, because it reaps the benefits of dual audiences: 1) People who want to buy stuff from the shopping channel, and 2) people who watch it because they think it’s a hilarious, dry-witted mockumentary-style social satire. (It is not.)

Similarly, there’s a fairly ambitious show that compiles "Lights and Sirens" style reporting from the top 13 most popular border checkpoints in Rukongai, filmed by bored shinigami sitting in firetowers. This show typically has the affect of John Trudell as Randy Peone in Smoke Signals’ KREZ Radio. (This would be my favorite show, she said, surprising no one.)

Yumichika, Renji, Ikkaku, and Hisagi DEFINITELY made a no-budget drama that was going for a found footage aesthetic but in actuality has the aesthetic of "Hisagi with a camcorder." Even though it’s supposed to be a hard-hitting crime thriller set in the universe of Detective Byakuya (but not centered on Byakuya), there are often entire sequences of, like, Yumichika doing tai chi on a dramatic outcropping in silhouette, sunset behind him, and the other three offering hushed commentary like nature documentarians.