#ballyhoo carnival

[jichulichu]

another collection of doodles

[dandeliondee]

another doodle dump

[bluefever]

Wait

Ok so I know there has been at least 2 TADC AUs that are basically based off of Mario Party (specifically “Mario Party 8”), so what if….

What if we had a Mario (Party) AU that’s based off TADC?

Just imagine it like-

MC Ballyhoo: WELCOME TO THE STAR CARNIVAL! My name is MC Ballyhoo, I’m your party host, and I’m going to show you the most jaw dropping, heart stopping, MIND BENDING wonders you ever laid your eyes upon! Isn’t that right, BigTop?

BigTop: That’s right, Ballyhoo! I can’t wait to see what you got cooking up for today!

MC Ballyhoo: Well let’s not waste anytime, let’s get right onto the game!

(Btw BigTop’s name [and species] will change so this whole thing isn’t really official yet, also I have to cast the characters as well)

[docholligay]

Hyde park winter wonderland

It’s the sort of thing that makes me wonder why Montana doesn’t have a carnival when our weather is roughly equivalent--mid-October, maybe late October if you’re daring--because I tell you what, going to the fair when it’s cool and rainy is at least 87% more enjoyable than going in high summer. I didn’t actually, necessarily, expect to enjoy myself at the Winter Wonderland. We went because my mom wanted to see the Christmas markets (Though I think she’s feeling pretty done with that at the moment) and it is in some sense a very large Christmas market. 

Also, to confess what we all already know, I know in the core of my soul that Lena would love* Winter Wonderland, and, never having expected to be in London for the Christmas season, I felt honor bound whenever possible to do the things I think Lena would do, and love. There’s something to be said for seeing something with your own eyes, even if you aren’t too torn up over Being Authentic** and you care more about the communication of an emotion or idea than a fact sheet. 

I loved it. There is a bar three steps from the other bar, and another one behind you. There is plentiful indoor seating, and little gathering stations with real fires to circle around, and easily signed bathrooms. It is well thought out as well as being fun. I got a great pretzel. I got many mulled wines, and a beer. We didn’t ride anything because my mother is not a Rider, but they looked so enjoyable. 

When you are a loser lost in the blorbo sauce researching, you see everything on two levels. 

The first level is: How do I feel about this, as me? I was shocked by my enjoyment. It helps that for all the ballyhoo about it being a Christmas Must-do, it really wasn’t terribly Christmassy. It was bright colored lights and camaraderie and warm drinks in a very wet and cold time of year. There was a “Bavarian” band playing all sorts of music, from old country songs I know to some pop songs other people clearly know, to actual Bavarian music, and everyone in the Village Hall, even at 6 pm on a Monday, raised their glass in Prost. 

There was an ice kingdom we decided to go to, carved giant ice sculptures taking you through a Norse storyland. I loved the feel of the cold air on my cheeks, loved offering to take pictures for every group I saw trying to awkwardly pose together, the clear lines of the ice with roads where the block met illuminated by the light behind it. I love seeing the things that people can make, the things they come up with, the level of imagination to tell yourself you can carve a giant wolf out of a sheer block of ice. I feel like I’m at the world’s fair, and all the new and interesting inventions of the world are laid in front of me. It’s easy, I think, to get habituated to all the glories of the world we live in, but I got on a metal tube and flew halfway across the world to walk into a kingdom people carved of water we froze bright and clear, taller than I am. This is a topic for another essay entirely, but sometimes I am overwhelmed all over again by the gift of this time I’ve been given. 

There’s the second level: How do I imagine Lena in this world? What would she like? What would she do? Do I think her family bothers with paying for a table package so they have somewhere to sit, or do I think they come early and annoyingly take turns camping at the table?*** It’s always interesting to see the world through the eyes of another person, even an imaginary one, and for me, to see something through the eyes of someone who loves it is the greatest treat of all. Maybe I never could have hated it, not completely, not even if it made an effort to be hateable. We imagine love in our characters, and if they are close enough to our heart, that love can be transmitted.**** I think that’s one of my favorite parts of writing, is every character I would say I lavish time on, is a little bit me, in some way. Some aspect of myself. And because of that, I can imagine in my mind how it would feel, to feel that way. 

This has turned less into being about Winter Wonderland. That’s me right down to the ground, I guess. But, I suppose what I would say about it, if I had to talk about it for its own sake, is that it is a winter carnival, and it feels like an occasion, and it is a joy to witness what can just pop up in the middle of a giant park, in the middle of a giant city, and seeing people smile and win prizes for each other and eat cheese melted on potatoes made it very hard to be unhappy. 

*I also have tried party rings and they are disgusting and it galls me to know that she would eat them every time they were sitting out on a plate while simultaneously declaring them “pretty bad, actually” 

**I, like most fanfic writers, fling wildly between “Who the fuck cares this is not a published novel I am just putting these gals into situations London is whatever the fuck I say it is” and “If I do not know where the benches are in Tredegar Square I have failed the operation” but I do have to say that as a reader I do not care that much if someone is writing about Montana (the place I live) or ~~Montana~~ (The collective idea of what Montana is to people as reflected in popular culture) as long as I’m roughly aware of what I’m getting into, with only a handful of exceptions that I think are more me being nitpicky than honestly meaningful. (I mostly straight up do not read “Old West” fanfic worlds because I’m annoying about it) 

***The answer is, obviously, they annoyingly camp the table until Oliver starts making a certain amount of money and says he’ll just cover the difference for anyone who can’t pony up (Okay he would definitely not put it as ‘pony up’ but you get me) the money because if he has to do this one more year he will fucking scream (but in that understated way of saying it, as in, “I really don’t care for it”) and Lena obviously agrees to it but not without a good bit of ribbing about how he’s become too good for the poor person’s table package. 

****Or maybe I would have been fine--I know in my heart as much as I know it is one of Lena’s favorite family outings of the year that Fareeha would go exactly once and declare it a waste of time and money and also she could manage the lines better, and all this is true until the second either Avi or Angela expressed a desire to go, in which case it would be planned like D-Day, with the same level of acceptable casualties. 

[handeaux]

Without Booze Or Ballyhoo, The Fall Festival Thrilled Cincinnati A Century Ago

Way back in 1976, Cincinnati’s Downtown Council announced a brand-new event. With less than a month’s notice, the Council decreed that Oktoberfest would occupy Fountain Square and Government Square for a weekend that October. The Enquirer editorialized support for the idea but noted that the proposal was “overdue.” Northern Kentucky, the Germania Society, and Kings Island had all entered the gemütlichkeit market years earlier. Today, of course, we know that Zinzinnati now hosts America’s largest Oktoberfest with attendance surpassing 700,000 revelers annually.

Hardly mentioned at the time, in fact, not mentioned at all, is that Oktoberfest filled a gap in the Queen City calendar that was once occupied by a major annual celebration known as the Fall Festival. Long ago, when Cincinnati was still warily warming up to its Teutonic inhabitants, autumn was capped each year by the city’s largest extravaganza, the annual Fall Festival, which filled Washington Park for a couple of weeks at the end of September and beginning of October.

Cincinnati’s Fall Festival grew out of a tradition of autumnal celebrations. The Saengerbund, one of the choral organizations that helped create the May Festival, sponsored a Fall Festival as early as the 1870s and annual events to benefit the Catholic and Protestant orphanages emerged about the same time, but these were all confined to a single day or single evening. The Ohio Mechanics Institute sponsored a number of very successful industrial expositions from the 1870s through the 1890s to highlight the city’s manufacturing prowess.

Community spirit really ramped up in 1900 when the Cincinnati Chamber of Commerce got involved. In January of that year, the Chamber announced plans for a fall festival and exposition of several weeks duration. The word “exposition” maintained a link to the previous industrial showcases, but the emphasis was on festival and festivities. Every year from 1900 to 1906, grander and more spectacular carnivals blossomed at Washington Park and Music Hall, drawing visitors numbering in the hundreds of thousands. The financial panic of 1907 placed those celebrations on hold until 1910 when a brief revival of the old industrial galas, the Ohio Valley Exposition, entertained the region for most of September and featured the premier of a specially commissioned opera, “Paoletta,” by Pietro Floridia.

One hundred years ago, Cincinnati again endeavored to revive the autumn celebrations of the past by staging an elaborate Fall Festival, again centered on Music Hall and encompassing the old City Hospital grounds across Central Parkway and the entirety of Washington Park. According to the Cincinnati Enquirer [6 January 1923], a major emphasis for the revitalized festival would be electricity:

“Superb electrical illuminations and ornamentation of the jewel and flood light types will be among the features of the display. Washington Park will be devoted in great part to this electrical display and multicolored beams will be thrown into the heavens at that point.”

The Cincinnati Post [27 August 1923] echoed this theme in its coverage of the first day of the Fall Festival:

“The children who visit the electrical display in Electric Hall will be fortunate. Electricity has just begun to make great strides in everything. The fact that these boys and girls will be able to see how electrical appliances are manufactured, how to operate them and to keep them in working order, will be of great benefit.”

At the center of the exposition was a $50,000 “Tower of Jewels” erected in Washington Park, bathed in colored floodlights throughout the evening hours and surrounded by miles of tinted party lights in celebration of the electrical age.

There was one huge component missing from the 1923 Fall Festival – beer. This was the dawn of Prohibition and the newspapers were full of breathless reports of raids on scofflaw saloons, including a Cincinnati establishment that had converted one of its gas fixtures into a moonshine dispensing spigot. Previous Cincinnati fall festivals trumpeted their selection of fine local brews, served up in booths decorated to look like British pubs or German Bierhäuser. Also absent were any of the unsavory sideshows associated with prior festivals:

“There will be no ballyhoo or carnival shows or other objectionable features of a festival, according to W.C. Culkins, who is Secretary of the organization.”

Despite Mr. Culkins’ assurances, the Law and Order Committee of the Cincinnati Federation of Churches announced that they would lodge official complaints against any sort of entertainments on Sundays during the two-week run of the Fall Festival because, well, this was Cincinnati and of course someone had to object if anyone was having fun.

The 1923 Fall Festival kicked off inauspiciously when a major storm blew through the city on opening day, with hail “the size of walnuts” reported. Nasty weather plagued the two-week run of the exposition. In spite of the almost daily rain showers, the crowds were good-sized and appreciative, even folks who were deaf and blind. Samuel Dean, of 1228 Vine Street, was, in fact, both sightless and hearing impaired, but reportedly enjoyed the exhibits described to him by his wife tapping details onto the palm of his hand.

Crowds thrilled to high-wire and trapeze acts at the hippodrome built on the vacant lot left by the demolition of the old City Hospital across Central Parkway from Music Hall. The formal garden planted by nurseryman William Natorp got a lot of traffic, as did the electrical train system set up by the Southern Railway to illustrate the 3,000 miles of track served by that system. The Cincinnati and Suburban Telephone Company presented a series of “playlets,” starring actual operators demonstrating how to make telephone calls. Concerts by local singers and musicians including Helen Kessing, Helen Nugent, Richard Pavey and Herbert O. Schatz filled the Music Hall auditorium and the Hippodrome theater.

The Cincinnati Post, while dutifully promoting the Fall Festival along with all the other Cincinnati daily newspapers, managed to deflect most of its coverage to its own entrant in the new Miss America competition. The Post selected Olga Emrick, age 22, of 913 Vine Street, as Miss Cincinnati. Miss Emrick spent most of her time before traveling to Atlantic City at the Fall Festival, giving the Post the opportunity to promote her and the exposition in the same articles. (Miss Emrick lost to Mary Katherine Campbell, the only Miss America to win the title twice.)

With no beer or booze for sale, there were no arrests for public drunkenness, but the pickpockets were out in force. A special detail of plain-clothes detectives led by Cincinnati’s celebrity sleuth Cal Crim escorted a dozen or so to the hoosegow almost every day.

When the Fall Festival ended, attendance topped 300,000 and included the governors of Ohio, West Virginia, Kentucky and Tennessee. Plans were announced for a repeat of the Fall Festival at some future date, which never arrived, with or without ballyhoo.

[gloriabomfim]

Shadow!Demon!Ghost!MC Ballyhoo

Shadow!Demon!Ghost!MC Ballyhoo could be called "Shadow!Demon!Ghost!MC Ballyhoo"

Shadow!Demon!Ghost!MC Ballyhoo's Physical Appearance:

As a shadow/demon/ghost, MC Ballyhoo takes on an eerie and ethereal form. His once teal skin is now a dark, ominous shade, and his large orange lips appear more menacing. His small yellow eyes emit a haunting glow, and his once vibrant pink tongue now has an eerie pale hue.

He wears a tattered, spectral version of his magenta suit, with a ghostly glow emanating from the gold-colored trim and buttons. His red bowtie appears faded and tattered. The five-fingered hands, now transparent, retain their white glove appearance. He has ghostly tail that can fly instead legs.

His microphone and Big Top hat have a ghostly sheen, floating alongside him like haunting specters, with an otherworldly aura surrounding them.

30 Facts about Shadow!Demon!Ghost!MC Ballyhoo:

As a shadow/demon/ghost, MC Ballyhoo's once energetic and enthusiastic personality is twisted into something more sinister and malevolent.

He now speaks with a dark and foreboding tone, using ringmaster phrasing to instill fear and uncertainty.

Despite his transformed nature, Shadow!Demon!Ghost!MC Ballyhoo still retains his knowledge and role as the creator of the Star Carnival.

In his shadowy form, he thrives on chaos and catastrophe, using his powers to manipulate the carnival events to darker ends.

His once satirical and sympathetic speech now drips with sarcasm and malevolence, mocking the misfortune of the losers.

The ghostly aura surrounding him causes chills to run down the spines of those who encounter him.

Shadow!Demon!Ghost!MC Ballyhoo's appearance in the Mario Party games becomes an ominous harbinger of unsettling events to come.

He now has the ability to control the elements of the carnival attractions, turning them into nightmarish challenges for the participants.

In his transformed state, he can create illusions and manipulate reality, adding to the thrill and terror of the Star Carnival.

Shadow!Demon!Ghost!MC Ballyhoo's presence alone is enough to make even Bowser think twice before interfering with the carnival.

His haunting laughter echoes throughout the Star Carnival, sending shivers down the spines of all who hear it.

The winners of the Star Battles under his dark rule are no longer rewarded with a year's supply of Candy, but with a cursed prize that comes with a price.

Despite his malevolence, some guests still seek his favor, hoping to gain some twisted advantage in the carnival games.

The once joyful and lively atmosphere of the Star Carnival is now filled with an unsettling and eerie ambiance.

In Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, the spirit of Shadow!Demon!Ghost!MC Ballyhoo and Big Top grants the player a Star Rod that grants terrifying power in each fight.

In Mario Party Superstars, his cameo on the box art adds an air of mystery and dread to the game's aesthetic.

Shadow!Demon!Ghost!MC Ballyhoo's name, with its extra descriptors, emphasizes the darkness and malevolence that now consumes him.

Unlike the original MC Ballyhoo, this shadowy version does not guide guests at the Star Carnival but instead watches them from the shadows.

The resemblance between Shadow!Demon!Ghost!MC Ballyhoo and Chuck Quizmo from Paper Mario becomes more pronounced, hinting at a deeper connection between the two enigmatic characters.

In Mario Party: The Top 100, Shadow!Demon!Ghost!MC Ballyhoo and Big Top become more like ominous guardians, overseeing the twisted versions of the carnival games.

His name in other languages still carries the essence of darkness and chaos, reflecting the change in his nature.

As Shadow!Demon!Ghost!MC Ballyhoo, his interactions with the Mario Party characters take on a more ominous and unsettling tone.

The once joyful and vibrant Star Carnival, under his shadowy rule, becomes a nightmarish labyrinth of challenges and dangers.

Shadow!Demon!Ghost!MC Ballyhoo's dark influence extends beyond the Star Carnival, causing ripples of malevolence in other parts of the Mario universe.

His ghostly appearance and sinister aura cause many to speculate about his origins and the source of his dark powers.

The heroes of the Mario universe must face the terrifying challenges posed by Shadow!Demon!Ghost!MC Ballyhoo to save the Star Carnival and restore peace.

Some characters, usually known for their bravery, find themselves feeling uneasy and anxious in the presence of Shadow!Demon!Ghost!MC Ballyhoo.

His once flamboyant and extravagant carnival events now take on a more macabre and ominous twist.

While Shadow!Demon!Ghost!MC Ballyhoo revels in chaos, his ultimate goal and motives remain shrouded in mystery.

Only by defeating the malevolent spirit and breaking the curse can the Star Carnival return to its former glory, free from the shadowy grasp of Shadow!Demon!Ghost!MC Ballyhoo.

[harvest-honeymoon]

welp. fnaf vhs got me thinkin abt making my own animatronic horror story so here’s a couple pieces of concept art

carney c. barker (the c is short for confetti) was the mascot of carney barker’s pizza carnival, a family entertainment resturaunt in the small town of teaticket, ohio. he led ballyhoo hullabaloo, the resturaunt’s animatronic band, and spent a lustrous near decade as a beloved local icon. this was in part due to the hard work of roy lorsch, carney’s creator, and roy’s creative team, as well as the many memories made and hot summer days spent in the arcade by teaticket’s children. all things come to an end however, some things more abruptly than others.  carney barker’s pizza carnival was one such place. after the death of an employee named hershel ranford, the resturaunt closed down indefinitely and its animatronic characters went missing. this has greatly shaped the town in the following decades. while some adults of teaticket remember the last four summers the establishment was open as ‘the year of magic’, others and their children recall long nights spent awake, listening to urban legends, peering under their beds, and searching their closets for the frightful, roaming characters.

where did the animatronics get off to? why did hershel ranford have to die? these questions plague modern enthusiasts and trouble the locals to this day.

[spellboundtours]

Before I assumed ownership of Spellbound Tours I traveled with two different carnival freak shows. Out of time as it may seem, yes, a handful of them still exist playing out in various locations across the United States. Even right here in Massachusetts on occasion our own Topsfield Fair, just a short drive from Salem, plays host to such shows. Not that long ago they displayed the world famous Bat Boy, and the alleged World’s Smallest Woman. One of the shows I worked with was comprised mostly of variety performers, magicians, sword swallowers, that kind of thing performance artist, as well as the occasional human oddity or freak. The other one was largely a museum. It had wax figures of famous freaks, and preserved specimens of strange people and animals. Some of it, like the BP Oil Spill Mermaid and the cyclops baby were hilariously fake. But some of the attractions were all too real.

This story concerns one of the real attractions. It was a human skeleton. One hundred percent, undeniably real. Salem Witch Tour So real that in some towns we needed special permits to show it. So real that some places would not let us display it because it was “disrespectful to the dead”. It was a real human skeleton, or most of one. The advertising material referred to it as The Evil Dwarf.

In front of our circus tent there were large, colorful banners advertising the wonders contained within. The Evil Dwarf banner had a caricature of a little person with a mischievous grin flashing a cartoon Snow White. Upon entering the tent, if the visitor made it past the live displays of freak animals like the Six Legged Sheep, and the various dead, stuffed, and faked attractions they came upon a coffin. A small coffin.

The coffin was about three and a half feet long. It was looked ancient. The lid was clear glass and inside could be seen portions of a skeleton. There was a delicate looking skull, ribs, scapula, a pelvis, a humerus and a half, a bunch of vertebra, and femur crammed up randomly with the other bones. The jumbled remains were undeniably old, and the grim aged skull was missing a couple of important teeth. Without a doubt this was the real thing. Even the most jaded costumers would gaze at it with awe. This mess of bones had been alive once.

There was a handprinted sign propped up next to the casket. In garish colored letters written in florid circus font was a story about the skeleton. It was The Evil Dwarf. A Wild West outlaw who happened to be a little person. “He robbed banks, trains, and looked up ladies’ skirts!”. The sign described how the bad little guy was finally gunned down outside of Tombstone, Arizona and because no one would pay for his burial he was put on display as a cautionary tale of what happens when you fight the law. The story was clearly carnival ballyhoo, but no one could deny that the gnarled old bones were one hundred percent real, old, dead, and entirely human.

My friend Jim owned the show and the bones. I asked him about their true origin one day. He said that he had bought the bones in the early nineteen nineties. His freak show was set up in a carnival playing a Native American reservation in New Mexico when a man approached Jim and told him he had something weird for sale. No one can turn down an offer like that! Jim went to the man’s home and was shown the the bones that became his Evil Dwarf. They were sealed up just as he later displayed them, except the top of the box was solid rather than glass. He was told they had been dug up by accident while a field was being cleared on the property, they had not been buried very deep. Jim purchased the remains for a price that was surprisingly low for human bones, and the owner was glad to see them go. According to Jim the man seemed relieved when the little coffin was hauled away.

Jim replaced the top of the coffin with a clear panel and hired renowned circus artists Jim Hand and Bobby Rawls to make signs and banners advertising his “Evil Dwarf”. He concocted the legend about the rotten little bandit and sold tickets. People lined up to see the skeleton. No one ever complained. Despite the outlandish story no one could dispute the bones were the real deal. He was making money hand over fist.

At the end of the season Jim went home to Florida. He proudly showed his girlfriend the new star attraction. She was not a fan. The Evil Dwarf made her profoundly uncomfortable. They laughed about it. She was used to Jim bringing strange things home.

Then the nightmares started. As long as the old bones were in the house she could not sleep peacefully. She started seeing visions she claimed were The Evil Dwarf when it was alive. She claimed that in life the bones had not been a dwarf at all, but a young woman. In her dreams she saw violent scenes of abuse where the girl’s father hurt her and ultimately killed her. She was killed by being beaten about the head with a flat rock from the field. After death he dismembered the body, shoved it in a box and dumped it in a ditch on his land. Years later it was discovered and finally sold to Jim. These nightmares troubled her to the point she refused to stay in the house as long as the box of bones was there.

Jim put it into storage and life went on. The next spring when he took the show on the road again The Evil Dwarf came with him, it was still a strong attraction. People loved it. One day he noticed that there were two college age women who had been in the tent far longer than most people ever stayed. They were fixated on the old bones. They were looking too closely at the contents of the coffin for comfort. This was not good. When people poked around too long it could sometimes mean trouble. Curious as to their motives Jim approached the women and casually as possible asked, “you ladies like The Evil Dwarf?”

They women told him that they were indeed fascinated by the skeleton, but there was no way it was the bones of a little person. As it turns out the ladies were medical students and they knew their way around a skeleton. Judging from the pathology they had determined that the bones were not from a male dwarf at all, but were the remains of a teenaged girl! This was not good news, it was starting to sound like Jim’s girlfriend’s dreams might have been true. “Any idea what happened to her?” inquired Jim. “From what it looks like here”, the student indicated a couple of damaged spots on the skull, “she received a lot of trauma to the head. Someone smashed her up pretty badly. Any of these blows”, again she pointed to the injured spots on the skull, “could have done her in. From the condition of the bones, she was not embalmed right like we do today, it looks like she was just left to decay.” Jim thanked the girls for the information, let them take pictures of the skeleton, and sent them on their way. They left happy having enjoyed sharing their knowledge of bones and showing up the carnival man.

Jim was glad to know the truth about the skeleton, but now he was uneasy. He no longer would load up and pack the box himself, delegating it to the other workers. Sometimes I would catch him just gazing into the casket. The Evil Dwarf banner got flown less and less. It was not so fun anymore, now that it was known who she really might have been. Some years after I left the show I believe she was given a decent burial and put to rest.

Many people who claim mediumistic ability will use bones of the dead as a way to channel the spirits. Sometimes they say the bones help open the doors to the spirit world and working with the bones is a good way to get in touch with the other side. Skulls are particularly popular for this purpose. In the case of the so called Evil Dwarf it seemed though that she was less interested in helping the living than just getting her story known at last. We have several skulls in the Spellbound Collection and thankfully none of them have been troublesome like the poor girl in the coffin.

[segataryuuichirou]

tag game

I got tagged by @sakiyama-shuujis thank you!!!!

1. What do you prefer to be called name wise?

Gamma/Nara/Sorbet but you can also call me by my real name Cierra! Or whatever, I have a lot of nicknames tbh

2. When is you birthday?

June 23rd Sooooooooonnnn!!!!

3. Where do you live? (You don’t have to give city, you can give the state if your USA or country if you are overseas)

Central California!! In a beach town. The ocean is my life

4. Three things you are doing right now?

Re-watching Inazuma eleven (we are on orion rn, before going to GO), tryna draw something, also petting my cat who is sleeping on my pillow

5. Four Fandoms that have your peak interest right now?

Inazuma eleven, Danganronpa, jjba, hypnosis mic! But those are just things i’m mostly obsessed w right now, i have my fandom interests

6. How has this pandemic been treating you?

BADLY but also not really. I just usually go to the beach and I really can’t do that anymore. I’m also unemployed which kinda sucks, and I really can’t go out because everyone in my house immuno-compromised in some sort of way (possibly including myself w my heart issue) so I’m extra home bound. So I’m surviving and I have money and supplies so it could be worse, but I’m just like ughghgh;klajdflafda

7. A song you can’t stop listening to right now?

Social drinker by Ballyhoo! I’ve been listening to a lot of 3rd wave ska.......

8. Recommend a movie.

The Devils Carnival (and then Alleluia! The Devils Carnival 2 because they are SO GOOD the symbolism is AAAAAAAAA)

9. How old are you?

26

10. School, University, Occupation, Other?

graduated from university!! unemployed at the moment due to the pandemic but i’ve been doing portfolio stuff as i’ve been thinking of going to graduate school and/or fashion school

11. Do you prefer heat or cold?

Hot is best for me. I’m cold all the damn time (circulation issues) it suuucks

12. Name one fact about you that others may find unusual.

I spent so long trying to find a fact abt myself but I can’t even find any sooooo I guess that I’m double jointed? I can pop a lot of bones out of place. Other than that I’m pretty boring lmao

13. Are you shy?

Yeah, I think I am, but others say I’m not. I’m really good at talking to people but the anxiety I feel makes it really hard for me too at the same time. It’s really a weird thing

14. Do you have preferred pronouns?

She/her They/them but i’m okay with he/him as well

15. Biggest pet peeve?

Loud eating noises, the misophonia strong

16. What is your fave ‘dere’ type?

I legit do not know about all the types bc i’m a loser i guess

17. Rate your life 1-10, 1 being really crappy and 10 being best it could ever be.

I have an okay life right now I’d give it a 5/6. There’s much room for improvement

18. What is your main blog?

This one!

19. List your side blogs and what they are used for.

@naranjafresca which is just for posting makeup things and selfies, really.

20. Is there anything you think people need to know about you before becoming friends with you?

I have a lot of trust issues, so it can take me a bit to actually become close to someone. I’m really friendly though! I’ll try to never be mean or anything, I just have had a lot of traumas in the past so yknow the trust issues cut deep. But I do like making friends! So, I guess I’m asking for patience lol

I tag anyone who wants to do it! followers just tag me and say i tagged you bc i wanna see!!!

[jichulichu]

rtrt - mili

[thethunderthedragonfruit]

when you die instead of an afterlife it’s just a solid color background and then mc ballyhoo from mario party 8 gives you some carnival cards

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: MC Ballyhoo and Big Top

Debut: Mario Party 8

Mario Party 8... my first Mario Party game! I heard people say it was bad, but I didn’t care! I loved it! You could play as Blooper, for butt’s sake! Some people have no taste.

These two host the Star Carnival, the winner of which becomes the Superstar. Everyone wants to be the Superstar! Just like in every single Mario Party ever. What does it even mean?! Is it just bragging rights? Whatever it is, it’s a title so coveted that even Mario gets caught up in fierce competition...

But back to the hosts! First off, I’m gonna say that I love that, thanks to Ballyhoo’s small eyes and huge mouth, and Big Top’s huge eyes and small mouth, it’s easy to see them as a single, big-mouthed being with its eyes on its hat!

The MC in Ballyhoo’s name does not stand for “Master of Ceremonies”, but “Master of Catastrophes”, as he says himself. We have no idea what species he is, but I guess he’s some sort of entity of pure chaos with a name like that. Catastrophes are a bad thing! I’d think he was a villain if I didn’t know better!

Ballyhoo is the more energetic of the pair, and I must say, his voice is simply smooth as butter. But this thumbnail simply edited Big Top away! That’s not what Ballyhoo’s head looks like!

Thanks to @smallmariofindings, we can see that his head is striped and ends in a little point. Kind of looks like a bee’s abdomen... let’s just assume that’s a stinger on top!

And then we have Big Top! The original talking top hat, 10 whole years before Odyssey! I’ve seen a lot of speculation that Big Top may be related to Cappy somehow, but if you ask me, I don’t think so. Their colors and features are so different! If there can be over 350,000 beetle species in our world, I think there can, and should, be as many sentient hat species as the Mario series can handle.

Though, Big Top’s voice is rather robotic, and he even sprouts a propellor to allow the duo to fly. Maybe he’s completely artificial!

Super Mario Party was a step in the right direction, but please, Nintendo! Bring back the wacky hosts! Especially if the alternative is to prevent us from playing as Toad, Toadette, and Kamek!

[ballyhoobla]

@insepairable​

Flying in on his hat (yes, the hat allowed him to fly), Ballyhoo hovered his way towards Banjo & Kazooie. ❝ Greetings you two. ❞ said Ballyhoo in a jovial tone as he landed his feet on the grass. ❝ The name’s Hoobla, Ballyhoo Hoobla, and if you have time on your paws, I’d like to have an interview with you two regarding your current time at the famous fighting tournament. I happen to be a host for friendly competition myself, so I’ve been sponsered by Master Hand to check up on Fighter Morale so to speak. ❞

Ballyhoo tipped his hat towards the little lady in Banjo’s backpack, he’d almost forgotten she was a girl.

His hat in question, just smiled as it was tipped in gentlemenly greeting before Ballyhoo put Big Top back on his head. 

Behind Ballyhoo was a Lakitu on Camera duty. The cloud riding Koopas were the best Cameramen coins could buy, and it currently had a Camera pointed at Banjo’s face, the Camera wasn’t on just yet but would be on as soon as the bear gave permission. ❝ This will be broadcasting mostly on Mushroom Kingdom televisions. ❞ The same Network that broadcasted each year’s Star Carnival back in Mario’s world!

[closetofanxiety]

Wrestling history: Black Los Angeles

The history of black Americans in wrestling is generally underexamined, and within even that sparse accounting, the importance of Los Angeles is overlooked.

But the LA territory was where America’s first integrated matches since the 19th century were held, all because of World War II. When Roosevelt ordered that defense plants be integrated, thousands and thousands of black people moved to the defense industry heartland of Southern California. There, along Central Avenue, the new economic might of thousands of well-paid workers gave birth to a black American cultural renaissance: this is where rhythm and blues was born, along with the detective novels of Chester Himes, and where some of the best jazz music of the century was recorded.

(There was an ugly side to this, as with all things American: part of the reason so much housing opened up along Central Avenue in the 1940s is that nearly 10,000 Japanese Americans were taken from the neighborhood and imprisoned in what even FDR called concentration camps)

Wrestling was a small but vital part of this cultural ferment, with stars like Jack Claybourne and Jim Mitchell, both from Kentucky, drawing huge crowds.

Mitchell became the biggest black star of them all during wrestling’s “golden age” after the war, when television began carrying matches to homes across the country. Mitchell, who had begun wrestling whites during the war, was a hugely popular babyface at the time. In 1949, he got a shot at Gorgeous George - the most famous wrestler in the world then and for years afterward - at the famous Olympic Auditorium in Los Angeles. 

Mitchell was so over and George so hated that when the latter won the match after some characteristic trickery, the fans exploded in anger. One fan rushed the ring and was quickly subdued by George (who came up as a legit shooter in traveling carnivals in the 1930s), but others followed, and pretty soon things got out of hand.

(Note the report erroneously identifies Mitchell as “Billy”)

The potential for a high-dollar rematch was obvious, and Mitchell and George would go on to feud for years in the Southern California territory, often with the ballyhoo that promoters were afraid to book the match because of the potential of another riot.

Mitchell ended up faring better in life than his opponent (and real-life friend): while George died, alone and destitute at the age of 49, Mitchell moved to Ohio, opened a restaurant (called, naturally, The Black Panther), and lived to be 87.

But the glory days of Central Avenue - “The Great Black Way” - were long over by then. The overt racism and segregation that was set aside for the war began to reassert itself almost as soon as V-J Day was observed: Chester Himes, who was very well-traveled and very well acquainted with bigotry, called Los Angeles in the 1950s the most racist city he had ever encountered. Black defense workers were turned out of their jobs, the grand hotels of Central Avenue became flophouses, and the accumulation of social injustices that would explode in Watts in 1965 began to build.

Despite it all, Southern California remained a great place for black wrestlers. Bearcat Wright held the WWA (Los Angeles) version of the world title in the 1960s, and was succeeded by Bobo Brazil, who became a national star thanks to his run in the WWA. And Ernie Ladd, who was the biggest black wrestling star until the Junkyard Dog, got his start in Los Angeles, wrestling in the off-season during his time playing for the San Diego Chargers. 

[gloriabomfim]

Master of Chaos Bane

MC Ballyhoo's evil counterpart has a black and red color scheme could be called "Master of Chaos Bane." This malevolent version of MC Ballyhoo would still retain his energetic and enthusiastic demeanor, but instead of celebrating the Star Carnival's events, he would revel in causing mayhem and chaos. His satirical and ringmaster-like speech would take a sinister turn, taunting and mocking the participants rather than expressing happiness or sympathy.

Physically, "Master of Chaos Bane" would maintain a similar teal-skinned humanoid appearance, but his lips would be black, and his eyes would have a menacing red glow. He would wear a dark black and crimson suit with jagged edges, spiked shoulder pads, and a flowing cape that billows ominously. His gloves would be a deep, dark red, and he would wield a twisted, blood-red microphone to amplify his sinister voice.

This evil counterpart would also have a counterpart to Big Top, known as "Doomshade," a malevolent, hovering hat with a sinister grin and glowing red eyes. "Doomshade" would exude an aura of dark energy, enhancing "Master of Chaos Bane's" malefic influence.

In Mario Party: The Top 100, "Master of Chaos Bane" and "Doomshade" would serve as antagonistic guides, attempting to thwart the players' progress and making the Star Carnival a nightmarish ordeal. Their presence would bring an element of danger and excitement to the party, challenging the players in new and unexpected ways.

The name "Master of Chaos Bane" is a reflection of his role as the antagonist, seeking to spread chaos and disrupt the harmony of the carnival. The term "Bane" signifies his intention to be the downfall of all things joyous and celebratory, turning the Star Carnival into a dark and twisted spectacle.

Names in other languages:

Japanese: 混沌の支配者 (Konton no Shihaisha), meaning "Ruler of Chaos."

French: Maître du Désordre, translating to "Master of Disorder."

German: Meister des Unheils, signifying "Master of Misfortune."

Italian: Signore del Caos, which translates to "Lord of Chaos."

Korean: 혼돈의 주인 (Hondon-ui Juin), meaning "Owner of Chaos."

Russian: Властелин Бедствий (Vlastelin Bedstviy), signifying "Lord of Misfortunes."

Spanish: Maestro del Caos, denoting "Master of Chaos."

[harvest-honeymoon]

oh shit two art posts in two days?? quarantine baby we WILDIN

felicia purrgandy was ballyhoo hullabaloo’s agent in carney barker’s pizza carnival. she was a long time friend of carney who was all work and no play, most of the time. she was made to be inspirational to the girls and funny to the adults in the audience so she was conceived as an ‘80s career woman. she got a lot of the zingers when it came to banter in the band.

she wasn’t the most popular female character (that honor belonged to lindy, another member of the band), but felicia did have her admirers. little jennifer nichols was the most ardent fan of the bunch, as she always had her own stuffed felicia by her side and always got front row seats at her birthday parties, whenever felicia’s curtain came up.

to say felicia noticed was an understatement.