Horrorcon UK
Ok, so a little rather late for an Audio Drama Sunday post, but I wanted to share what an epic weekend we had at Horrorcon UK in Sheffield 11-12th May.
Myself, Daivd Ault and James Cleveland (all from The NoSleep Podcast) were there promoting "Horror in Audio Fiction", trying to get more people to discover audio drama and fiction through podcasts, and not assuming all podcasts were two blokes talking about stuff into a mic.
Having worked on over a 100 shows between us, (with a lot of horror), it became a game of "Tell us what kind of horror you like, and we'll recommend a show for you to listen to".
From the big anthology shows like NoSleep, and the very British and queer Shadows at the the Door, we kept finding more shows to talk about and add to an ever-growing flow chart.
Shows we were flag waving for included:
The NoSleep Podcast
Shadows at the Door
@re-dracula
@thekilda
@woebegonepod
Dark Dice
Red Odyssey
Audible Visions Drama
Creepy
Campfire Radio Theatre
The Wicked Library
Victoria's Lift
The Dead
@lessismorguepod
The Hidden Frequencies
And it wasn't just horror! We gave shoutouts to @camlannpod and the sci-fi series Cyclone as well!
In all, a wonderful weekend introducing people to the incredible world of audio drama and fiction.
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Babysitting duty calls, Klarion
It another world threatening battle for the justice league, young justice against the league of Villains and chaos children before most of the chaos children froze as if they sense something bad was approaching and immediately dipped out.. except klarion whom was fighting with raven who immediately froze up too late in front of the portal.
Only for a green portal to appear, as a worned out floating glowing green, but blue skinned teenage boy who turn into a man with red eyes, a clock staff in hand and a glowing white hair baby in a baby carrier.
Klarion is literally struggling like a feral cat who got wet in cold water against some invisible force speaking in some odd static like language before giving up after half a minute when the man spoke back with a short word.
The man now just shape-shifting into turn elderly just gave klarion the baby carrier before noticing how the heroes and villains have stop in mid battles looking at both klarion and him.
"All in soon time, but be warn Flashes whom break the laws of times will get their due if you keep messing with the past and future." Spoken the elderly now shape-shifted into a young boy before he turn back to klarion leaving him a note and glowing baby bag before floating back into the swirling green portal.
Klarion could only look at note with his eye twitching, Teekl meowing as she climb into the baby carrier purring around the glowing baby.
"Why do I keep getting babysitting duty, it so unfa-..." klarion grumbled as he pick up the baby carrier and bag teleporting away..
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"What just happened?" Said Dick whom only one question would be put on hold til later in the watchtower of what just happen before the fight resuming with the young and original justice league winning since the league of Villains were distracted.
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hundreds of lives, thousands of years
For @maedhrosmaglorweek Day 6: Respite
Prompt: Alienation and isolation, AUs & fix-its
The bell over the shop door jingles as someone enters, but Maedhros doesn’t turn around right away. He’s been finding it harder and harder to care, lately. That’s probably not a good sign.
It’s just that he’s getting so tired. Millenia, now, this has been going on, since his first death - of being born into new worlds that have never known Valar or Treelight or Song, living out mortal lives, and dying again to repeat the process.
And he’s had to do it all without Maglor.
His other brothers have been there, in each new life. So has his father. Sometimes they are scattered far from each other, but they’re always to be found. But Maglor is clearly still alive in Arda, because he has never been there in any of the worlds Maedhros has been born into.
It is his own fault, of course, that he is in a position to miss Maglor, just as it is his fault that he can never see his mother or cousins or sons again. If he had not jumped, then he would not be in this mess. At the time, he had not seen anything else he could do, any way forward except into the fire. He had thought, too, that Maglor would soon perish, that his flight towards the sea was to that end.
He should be glad that his best beloved brother did not despair and die. He should not want him here, not at that price. Maglor is in the world where he belongs, where he may see their family again, may be reconciled to their sons. It is well.
For reasons he prefers not to examine, he has spent the past several lifetimes creating places Maglor would like, places he would likely come to if he were in that world. In this life, Maedhros has established himself as a purveyor of fine musical instruments and antique sheet music, but after only a dozen years or so, it is already starting to grate. He is getting so very tired of people walking through that door who are not Maglor.
He will turn around and deal with this customer, and he will continue to trudge his way through this life, and next time, he tells himself, he’ll try being a political fixer again. That usually keeps him too busy to brood--
“Nelyo?” a slightly shaking, impossibly familiar voice says behind him.
Maedhros cannot make himself move for a moment, and then he turns sharply all at once to get it over with...
...and sees Maglor standing, pale and uncertain, a few feet away on the other side of the counter.
He’s dressed like anyone else in this world, Maedhros registers distantly, in a buttoned shirt and slacks and a jacket. Somehow, he had always pictured Maglor turning up wearing what they would have worn in Beleriand.
“Kano,” he says, and then he’s nearly tripping over himself to get around the counter, and practically slams into his brother in his haste to fold him into an embrace.
He’s solid. He’s real. He holds onto Maedhros just as tightly.
“How...” Maedhros asks when he can speak, even though he’s afraid to know the answer. “How are you here - how did you--”
How did you die, he can’t bring himself to say.
Maglor pulls away slightly, smiling ruefully. “A trifle stupidly, I’m afraid,” he says. “Elrond founded a settlement in the mountains, and it was under attack, and I went to lend aid, and was unlucky enough to not see the orc captain with the mace until it was too late.”
His expression turns bittersweet. “I was able to say goodbye to Elrond. I had been...having dreams of you and the rest of our family, off and on over the years. I knew I would not go to Mandos - though this is rather better than we ever imagined the Everlasting Darkness to be.”
Maedhros finally breaks down and weeps at that. “I’m sorry, Kano,” he says. “I’m sorry I left you alone so long, sorry you are sundered from our family - our sons.”
Maglor weeps too, but there is a look of determination on his face. “It may be that we are not sundered from then forever,” he says. “I told Elrond, before the end, that you had all been cast out of Arda and I would be, too. He will petition the Valar for us, Nelyo. And if that does not avail, he believes he can find us, bring us back wit hSong. Artanis has developed powers of farsight, and between the two of them - if I Sing to give them a beacon to find - I had many years to think of how I would get us home, and I think it can be done.”
Maedhros is not quite so ready to leap into optimism - but just now, it doesn’t matter. His closest brother is here with him, and he is a little more whole than before. They can work out everything else from there.
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@hopeswriting I realized mid-response to how Colonnello is quiet that I actually pair all of the Arcobaleno into "two sides of the same coin" sets and that probably deserved it's own post XD
Like Reborn and Skull. They're both loud, overdramatic, and theatric. But Reborn's performance is always at least part ego and part self-confidence that he can back everything he says up, with force if necessary. Even when he's quiet and serious, he's loud because that's when he's most dangerous and everybody knows it. And Skull's is just that, a performance that turns into an inside joke with close friends but where Reborn stays theatric, Skull gets quieter the better you get to know him because he doesn't need to perform for you.
Verde and Viper are another set. They both have a drive to seek out knowledge, both take pride in their accomplishments, and both are highly ambitious. But Verde's focus is purely in concepts and facts and science to the point where he just doesn't care about most people and honestly I'm not sure he cares about sharing his knowledge outside of proving that he's the smartest guy in the room. Whereas Viper's focus is people, they want to know everything about everyone and they enjoy sharing that knowledge, but you have to know and understand what that knowledge is worth. It's much more of a game to them.
I said Colonnello was quiet, which makes me realize his pair is Fon. Colonnello is loud and jokey and a bro on the surface, but when he gets serious, he gets quiet. He's the one who taught Ryohei to be calm and take a break and just exist in the moment. He's a thinker to me, he has plans and backup plans and he assesses a situation instead of just reacting to it. Fon, however, is quiet and calm on the surface. His Wiki says that he's not easy to provoke but 3/4 of his signature moves are Exploding X. When he gets serious, he gets fast and overwhelming, you don't need to think out your plan of attack if you're powerful and fast enough to brute force it. And martial arts takes dedication to know and practice, but it's to develop the muscle memory that takes over in a fight.
Which leaves Luce and Lal. Both are women in a man's world, both are in positions of authority, both are highly respected in those positions, they both care, and they're both ruthless. And Lal rules through tough love, turns every piece of softness inward until it's too late and she's crying because her loved one is dead and she never told him how much she cared. While Luce rules through softness, owns it, buries every sharp piece of her deep inside until it's too late to notice before its buried deep in your skin because this is what must be done.
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