#its a little *too* clowny

[payaso-affairs]

A couple of designs for a tfa sona I'm working on

definitely trying to make it a mech but not TOO cybertronian since they were made on Earth and doesn't have a true spark

Luz Herrera started off being part of a underground event that gather people's robots to fight to till they're scrap metal. These battle robots, known as mechs, tend to be crudely assembled but put on a show big enough to attract crowds. The mechs tend to be controlled by humans, either manually inside of the mech or off to the side Real Steel style

Like most mechs, Luz's, whose stage name is Merrymaker, has a little gimmick attached to it. Merrymaker can can disassemble its own limbs and reattach them like nothing happened. It's bouncy and light design makes for fun displays when it fights. What it lacks in strength makes up in speed and cool poses. And it's hat's be prehensile, a separate set of arms that can zap enemies

[relaxxattack]

can you rant abt hiveswap and how it changes the per-established alternian lore and not in a good way. i hold no stake in this topic but i love to hear about worldbuilding differences and people complaining

oh my god i would loveeee too. well first of all the obvious stuff with how they seem to think the beta trolls were the stereotypes for their caste (NOT TRUE... very very untrue but ESPECIALLY untrue with like. jadebloods goldbloods and purplebloods who seem to get this the worst somehow)

i hateeee how they made jades preppy THATS KANAYAS THING.. AND SHES EXPLICITLY *WEIRD* FOR THAT. they literally mention it like over 20 times how kanaya is sooooo weird for liking fashion and dressing well and then. oh no i guess every jade does that actually whoops sorry! ToT and god do i even need to go into the terrible prevalence of the idea that "jadebloods are typically/instinctively nurturing" when that is textually not the case?

goldbloods all having double horns is not that big of a deal tbh but its really funny to me that they made that assumption when sollux is like. actively called a mutant for most of the comic. "oh yeah hes mutated and weird and fucked up and some of his body parts are doubled (cue dick jokes here)". like that was a thing for sollux but they just decided to say "well actually. thats just how all goldbloods are"

most purplebloods having a "clowny aesthetic" is fine with me honestly since theres an actual Profession of being a subjuggalator and presumably lots of purples are going to be wanting to go into that? but alllll of them being full on juggalo cultists goes directly against canon. its like. the difference between american lawmaking and christianity. yes the separation of church and state is like nonexistent here. but just because american lawmaking is an enterprise controlled by christianity doesnt mean that All Politicians/Cops are automatically christian. and definitely not the same kind of christian?? there are probably agnostic clowns, or clowns who are only into cultism for the aesthetic. even reformist vs. orthodox clowns. they may all be upholding the same systemic white christian status quo, but they doesn't mean they all fit into that niche themselves. if that makes sense?

and of course i've already made a whole post about how i hate the idea that olivebloods are all feral little rogues, since that makes very little sense in canon.

i would really love to do that full stream of the hiveswap and friendsim games just. going through all of their alternian stuff and explaining my thoughts on it and how it relates to canon... i could go on and on about this stuff for ages and get into way more than just caste stereotypes. i think i would need to reread all of homestuck first to make sure i wasnt just pulling shit out of my ass and was truly studied up though, lmao

[alicesoinions]

My Homestuck Symbols

So in a few of my Homestuck analysis posts, I use my own custom symbols for the Aspects. So I figured I'd make a post talking about my thoughts behind each of them.

Space kept its original colors, but the symbol itself is skewed, making it resemble a galaxy even more. Nothing too symbolic about it, I just like how it looks.

Time is still a red gear, but now it has 12 spokes, with 4 being larger. While this makes it shoddy as an actual gear, it also makes it evocative of a clock.

Light is still a sun, but with a big redesign. I see Light as including frameworks and clear definitions, so a more angular design seemed to fit. The topmost spike is also larger, like a compass' needle pointing north, because Light gives Direction, like a compass. There's also a gap in the middle, making it resemble an eye. Finally, I swapped the symbol and background colors. Because I thought it looked nice.

Void is somewhat similar to canon, but it has a wispy design meant to resemble little fish or tadpoles, because Void is associated with water. I also have seven little wisps, because seven is often associated with luck and/or magic, which I think fits. The additional curves also gives Void somewhat of an eldritch-y feeling.

Mind is similar to cannon, but with an added "face" or "mask". I like the added symbolism, of Mind being either the mask we put on for others, or also showcasing two different possibilities of how to respond to anything.

Life is now all green, because I disliked how it was one of the few Aspects with different colors for symbol and outfit. It also got a big redesign to differentiate it from Breath. I wanted to keep the tentacle-y feel from canon Life, but I added leaves and a "seed" to make it evocative of a sprouting plant, which seemed fitting. It can also kinda-sorta look like a squid if you squint I think.

Doom also got fully green. The original design evoked a skull, and I wanted to keep skull-y vibes; but I modified it with more circles to make it similar to a 'hazard' symbol or a gas mask.

Hope is now white and gray, to make it different from Light. The symbol itself still has angelic wings, but the design in the middle is meant to evoke shaking hands, because I see hope as dealing with diplomacy and acceptance.

Rage probably got the biggest design of all. The canon design kinda just goes for a frowny clowny face, so it seemed a bit one-dimensional. I decided to keep a 'wavy' motif that it had going on, and focus more on it. Besides a wave, it can also symbolize a roaring beast. I also see the bottom part as evocative of a crown, with the upper wave crashing down on it, symbolizing rebellion and revolution.

Heart, Breath, and Blood got small redesigns / recolors because I thought they'd look nice. Nothing much to it.

By the way, all of these were made as vector symbols, so let me know if you want them in other sizes or something! Also feel free to draw god-tiers with them or whatever (but I'd like to see it if you do!)

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Hank, Tricky, Jebus - Dadness combat

Hank

-Admittedly this isn’t a role he’s made for, he’s going to make a lot of mistakes, but he’s going to learn from them fast. He’s going to need a lot of love, support and patience, but thankfully you’ve got plenty to spare for your mountain of a lover.

-Often he’ll just hover over your sleeping daughter, watching her shifting in her sleep and being in complete awe that something so small, so delicate and fragile had come from two hardened guns for hire. He’s not super emotional but when she grabs his finger during her rest he has to take his goggles off to silently cry.

-Given his usual insomnia he’s more than happy to perform nighttime feedings so his exhausted partner can get some much needed rest. He loves bonding with his little gal anyway.

-He doesn’t mind the gross stuff, even if she projectile vomits down his favourite jacket he’ll just clean it up with the patience of a saint. Not to say he enjoys cleaning dirty diapers and the like, but he does what he must.

-Sometimes you’ll wake up to a cold and empty bed, but if you take a trip to the living room, you’ll see him stretched out on the sofa, baby sleeping contently on her father’s chest.

-One day while he’s cleaning his gun and you’re taking stock of ammo, it happens. Through all her little babbling, your daughter looks at Hank and- “Dada.” He spins on his feet instantly, looking rapidly between you and her. He sets his gun down and joins you, sitting cross legged in front of her. “Yes….Dada.”

-Hank’s hands rapidly shake as she answers back, her arms outstretched for a hug. “Dada!” He scoops her up eagerly, also pulling you in to his embrace. Her first word was him, and he’d never known such joy.

-When she gets sick he’ll practically threaten 2B to make her better again, despite the fact you reassure him it’s just a case of the sniffles. “Well I don’t really have medicine for a child, you’re going to need to see if you can salvage some yourself.” Doc ain’t being cold on purpose, he just doesn’t want to hurt your baby by accidentally giving her too much.

-Mission acquired, Hank suits up, parting from you both with a kiss, and he’s out the door and speeding down the road in the blink of an eye. He’s back before long, a single bottle of children’s medicine in hand. Dad Hank to the rescue.

-He’s there for her first steps, watching with loving pride as she wobbles and stumbles around, his hands ghosting around her little frame, ready to catch her should she fall. He calls you in and you both get to experience another of life’s joys.

Tricky

-Despite their father’s instability, the trio are perfectly normal little babies, but they’re an absolute handful to take care of, even with the two of you. It’s mentally and physically exhausting, but you endure it all.

-His clowny side defiantly comes out more, bright colours interest babies and he’s more than happy to oblige their interests. Que him on his knees making a teddy bear dance to hear his lil ones giggle.

-He is going to make sure their first word is ‘clown’ given how much he says it. “Clown loves his babies, Clown love love loves his babies!”

-He scent marks them the same way he does you, rubbing his chin onto each of them over and over. Its such a trivial thing, no one else really has as much of a keen sense of smell as he does, but it comforts him all the same. He also loves the smell of babies, you’ll catch him sniffing them often.

-Tricky doesn’t care about the mess they make either, he’s seen worse, he’s no doubt made worse. Since pairing off with you, he’s been far more conscious of the mess he makes, and tries his best to be less messy, from cleaning up blood to cleaning up messy diapers. Oh how the mighty fall.

-Whenever you’ve been out and come home, you’ll always find him in the little ones’ room, usually curled around them protectively as the four of them nap. You have to wake him gently and tell him to actually lie down in your bed, not on the floor, while you put the triplets in their bed. “They fell asleep on Clown. Clown couldn’t wake them, Clown’s not that cruel.”

-One of the babies first word is “Clown” and Tricky cries. “Clown!! Clown baby said Clown!!” His whole body vibrates and you have to take your child off him to avoid them being shaken up. “C-CLOWN!!” You now have a hyped up boyfriend bouncing off the walls.

-Teaching the trio to walk is fun, Tricky holds their tiny hands in his, keeping them upright until he slowly lets go, and your waddling babe stumbles over to you. Again, Tricky loses his shit and vibrates like mad. “CLOWN BABY WALKING!!” Pretty soon the three of them are up and walking, and suddenly they’re a lot to handle. Luckily Tricky is always there to help.

Jebus

-Your little lad cries a fair bit, but there’s one thing that can always sooth his temper, Jeb’s voice. He sings frequently to your babe, its lovely to hear him. You could listen to him for a lifetime and never tired of it.

-His abilities can come in handy, especially since your son loves to crawl around and try get into places he shouldn’t, Jeb just gently uses his magic to pick him up and bring him over to a safer area.

-Jeb’s got a big ego (Or so Mr. K has said) and having a kid pushes that ego further. Nevada’s saviour takes a lot of pride in rearing a second saviour. He enjoys flaunting his family, you’re superior to those around you, you are the driving force to purify the wasteland, and he wants everyone to know it.

-Strange things happen around your babe, and it takes a little time to realise Jeb isn’t playing some long prank on you, no, it’s your son that’s making things levitate. It blows Jeb’s mind, the halo’s power has has passed down into him. This is unprecedented, something he’d never considered possible.

-He’s eager to see what else your son can do, seeing how deep the halo’s influence is, but frets at the possibility that some of the dangerous aspects of it may be active too. He doesn’t want either of you to be hurt, but this is new grounds and he wants to explore it.

-Baby’s first word is “Baba,” And its directed at you. Jeb kicks himself for being out when it actually happened, but he’s so happy that the little ankle biter is beginning to talk. He’ll be sitting up with him all night trying to get him to say “Dad,” because please he needs this. Once it happens he comes into your bedroom and wakes you up crying. “He said it angel,” He cuddles his boy to his chest. “say it again, go on, say Dad.”

-Admittedly Jebediah kinda cheats with the whole 'learning to walk’ thing, using his powers to aid your son. However your son has other ideas, and he learns to levitate before he can walk. A surprise, but a welcome one. Jeb wraps his arms around you and kisses you over and over and over.

-Baby eventually does learn to walk, but he prefers floating around, and he’s his father’s double. Anything Jeb does, baby copies. You and your lover are cuddling together on the couch, he leans over and kisses your cheek, and your bab floats over and does the same. It’s adorable.

[ask-hannah-blog]

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays Honkers!!!

Pretzel again!🥨🤡 Just been living my life thinking of you and how fucking sexy you're getting love! ❤️ 😍 💖 ❣️ 💕 💘

Been following your advice and giving my plushies plenty of attention these past couple days and I gotta say the new greasy burger joint smell my flat took on these past couple days has been great! Having your body produce its own food is super convenient too I practically don't have to shop for food anymore! Well, unless if I wanna spread my mayo on some other salty snack heheheheheheh! Hyuck that reminds me my feet haven't been the only thing that have grown! My new diet is super good and yummy but I've been packing on some extra weight because of it! A big pot belly! Look good on me to be honest, feels like I was always meant to be a greasy gassy lard hog, y'know?

I finally found a use for my dumb buckteeth! 🤪 they're bottle openers durrr! I shoulda guessed!

Anyways I figured for Christmas I'd treat myself a bit and got a nice mani/pedi (my hands with my colors, and my toes with yours!), and you'll never guess who I ran into! A real Christmas miracle! My old friend toe cleavage! Now as tempted as I was to jump her right there and thank her for all the progress she's helped me make as a clown I did my best to keep my sausage at bay and chat it up with her. Proper girl talk you know? Even if I think she was a bit freaked out by the fact that my feet could cover her entire face hyuck! 😳

Well anyway, as luck would have it, she's actually looking for a new therapist. So I figured I'd give her your information! If you get a call from her and she schedules an appointment, you know what to do, "Honey toes"! Up to you if you wanna send her back after she's done cooking. I wouldn't want my Queen to think I'm selfish!

That's all from me for now, but don't worry I didn't forget about that trade offer of yours! I'm thinking of buying a proper camera and put the video of me going down on my feet up online so all the pervs out there can really enjoy my brand of foot worship heheehhe hyuck! It'll be my gift to our amazing community!

Pretzel out, keep up the good work Hannah ✌️😘

Merry Christmas!

Lol Pretzel you nasty girl, living off a diet of mayonnaise and soda pop. When your makeup comes in you’re going to have a bunch of red dots on your face to act as clown acne, you greasy freak!

Good girl playing with your plushies like I told you! Mmmm your greasy babies have got to be taking after their mama by now. Isn’t that right? Their fur is getting ratty and knotted, crusty with your stinky cum. I bet your cum has been bleaching them, their fur turning white over time, while their noses inflate into big red balls for you to honk. Their faces have changed too I bet. They’ve all got big stupid Buck teeth now, just like their mama. But that’s not what I’m talking about, is it? No, but you know what I mean. Their faces look more…. Perverted now don’t they? Some are making Ahegao faces, others are just leering, watching you fuck and molest their furry friends with obvious glee. They’ve gotten bigger, haven’t they? You’re not the only one living on a diet of your cum. With how much they’ve absorbed they’ve been getting fat, getting little teddy beer bellies, big bunny titties, phat fox phannies! They just look so weird and freakish now, not like cute little stuffies at all huh? That’s because they’re sex toys, you in all your cartoonish perversion turned them into sex toys. Each of them is strapped with a colorful rubber clowny cock, or a slick greasy pussy. Lately your idea of playing with your stuffies has been riding a thick plastic bunny cock with your ass pussy, farting on him with every drop, while you plunge a slutty little piggy doll down on your weiner. It’s perfect for you! A gassy hog like Pretzel would have a big gross collection of perverted sex plushies wouldn’t she? Maybe the cute trans girl she used to be, whatever her name was would have cute sweet little stuffies, but not our Pretzel!

I bet your pot is sooooo cute! Why are you so perfect? I didn’t even think that you’d be blowing up too, how cute! Deep belly button? Fun to tongue? What’s it taste like? Can I bury my nose in it and just get lost in the smell?

And silly Pretzel your Buck teeth always had a purpose! They made sure that no one took you seriously, or thought of you as a real person! But the can opener trick is cute too!

Mani pedi you go girl! Treat yourself! I love that you have both our colors it’s like we’re married! 🥹 plus anyone who sees my colors in your yummy clown fleet will know instantly who you belong to! 👸 I think all my loyal clowny subjects should do the same and give praise to Pretzel for allowing them to show their devotion to me!

I don’t know how you were able to sit through an entire pedicure without without just losing your mind! I’m just imagining these poor Asian ladies trying to paint your big clowny toe tails while you’re sitting there in the chair chuckling your head off while your big girl cock is flinging strings of mayoie cum everywhere.

Even if you were able to keep yourself in control I don’t know how they managed to stop themselves from putting those delicious salty pretzel bites you call toes into their mouth. Mmm just being so close to that warm bready smell must have been soooooooooo tempting for them! Hoooooonk!

BUT NONE OF THAT MATTERS!

Because!

AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!

HOT TOE CLEAVAGE!

As in:

As in

I got you girl don’t even sweat it!

I don’t even know why she needs a therapist, but I know becoming a fart sniffing clown is the treatment! Hyuck! Trust me guys! I got the degree!

Studies show becoming Pretzel’s devoted clown slave significantly increase a person’s happiness!

Gosh, I just don’t know how I’m going to stop myself from fucking her the moment she comes into my office! I mean you’ve just been teasing me and bragging about those hot pictures you have of her I feel like when i finally see them I’ll go nuts! I mean her toes, they pretty much single handily perverted you! I won’t stand a chance! 😱 Hehehehe!

What kind of girlie should we make for Pretzel guys?!?! Definitely going to give her a big pink beehive hairdo and her hair will become cotton candy! Then she could man your pervy little snack stand with you!

Do you want her fat, or do you want to do that yourself? ;)

Should she keep her pussy, or grow a peepee? If so how big?!??

Should she be slobby like you, or do you want a cute little sugary bimbo who puts up with all your nastiness because you’re soooooooooo cute?!???

Hehe okay, I’m masturbating way too hard to all of this! Just so excited to give Pretzel the girl of her dreams! Hehehe!

[cyeayt]

Passing on @mapleejay’s love for Tim to you to talk about. Amaze my buddy with your Thoughts <3

I have so much to say about Tim my blorbo of all time I think of him near constantly but a kinda new rhetoric I’ve been thinking in lately is Tim and Trust. disclaimer this is shot through with so many hcs but yeah

I think that Tim struggled a lot when he was younger to get people to take him seriously or to trust him to get jobs done, which is a really sucky feeling especially cause young tim was probably genuinely silly and liked making jokes but it only hurt his attempts to be seen as more than the clowny problem child. i also think hes had anger issues his whole life which cannot have helped.

which brings us to danny. i ascribe to a very 'head in the lions mouth' type view of tims family, that being that their parents dont really trust tim and see him as a bad influence on danny, but that the two brothers had a very strong relationship and bond despite and even because of that. i think that Danny was sort of the first person to really actually trust Tim, to see his as a stable and reliable presence, or even just to really care about the whole of him as a person.

and in Tim's view, he failed his brother, betrayed his trust by letting him die (inaccurate but tell me Tim doesn't think this). in a once again very htlm way, tim was left without support afterwards. his exit from his publishing job was likely messy, his anger and grief going beyond the accepted boundaries. i also think that he was probably considered a suspect in dannys disappearance, which, once again, belies a lack of trust in him as a person but also a lack of trust in him as a big brother.

i think he was in a really bad place before the institute. i hc him as having so many different issues during that time, but essentially having given up and not seeing the point in continuing... until he latched onto this idea of avenging his brother, which became a fixation in his mind.

i see an image of him interviewing at the institute, hair freshly cut and wearing a button up for the first time in months, stiff and out of practice with his charm but its not like there's anyone whos stuck around long enough to be able to tell.

and heres where jon and sasha come in. now, i dont really think any of them trusted each other with everything, maybe not even significant. but the potential was there. they did good work together, and jon trusted him or at least his research enough to bring him to the archives

im pretty sure he was gutted when jon suspected him,

and then no one trusted him to know about the unknowing or to be able to help and they saw him as this unstable wild card,

and it just drives me insane uughhhhh

last little ramble, he also to me kinda embodies this vibe of like, being upset when people dont trust you but then failing to hold trust you're given? its a really awful feeling, like everyone was right when they said you couldnt handle it, and you wanted to prove them wrong so bad but you failed anyway.

i half hc/half remember that part of the not-them horror for the people who dont remember the person is a sort of uncanny low level torment where its like you dont know them anymore or never knew them at all? and so tim would have felt like he was losing sasha at that time too?

[sweepseven]

Cirque du Soleil Corteo review

What a way to end the year! After two years apart, I managed to fit in seven different Cirque shows in 2022. Seven shows but eight performances, since I was physically compelled to see Kooza twice. That’s a hell of a year under any circumstances, and in a pandemic world it feels all the sweeter.

My final two shows of the year were Drawn To Life, the new Disney resident show, and Corteo, which I haven’t seen since 2018 and was thrilled to see make its post-pan return. Initially I was going to post both reviews at once buuuut as always I have no sense of brevity when it comes to this stuff, it got ridiculously long, so it’ll bet two separate ones after all.

So! Corteo is up first, because it’s easier! Act by act below.

Opening: Oddly there was no animation - the band members came out to wave and chat with the crowd a bit (a deviation from the norm, in my experience - I’d never seen any Cirque band speak outright to an audience), and then the show kicked right off. No wandering characters like in the past, no one reading a book on the edge of the stage, no one lacing their shoes, or otherwise going about their little lives. As soon as the show began in earnest it became clear that the sound was very unbalanced. I suspect the venue was partially at fault (the XL Center in Hartford is rough) and it improved a bit in the second half, but the opening did unfortunately suffer for it. I wonder how immediately clear it was to a first timer that it’s a funeral.

Chandeliers: Maybe not quite a hot take, but a lightly warmed one nevertheless: chandeliers is kinda boring. They make an absolutely beautiful image and they’re an excellent welcome into the nostalgic world of Mauro’s friends and life experiences, but there’s only so much an aerialist can accomplish with all those beads in the way. They did the best they could with their apparatus, but David Repullés’ Volo Volando was a bit disappointing too (more on him later) and that didn’t help.

Trampo beds: Also not my fave act, but the energy is impossible to deny. Not much to say here. It’s kids jumping on the bed and it’s fun and cute! There ya have it.

Cyr wheel: Okay now we’re talking. I am just weak for this act. It’s the first proper look at the labyrinthine pattern on the stage (which I would love to figure out one day, like why is it there, why was it chosen, I love it) and the choreography is a fantastic example of Cirque doing relatively simple things with such immaculate perfection that they might as well be doing the most difficult tricks in the world. You’d still be equally impressed. Every single movement was identical between artists, everyone got a moment to shine, and with all five wheels at once the stage feels suddenly so small and intimate. And Anneaux... god. One of my all time favorite songs. Still not great in David’s hands, but good enough.  

Suspended pole: The crowd lost it for this one, and for good reason. Such incredible control. And the male angels watching the act!! I wish we got more of them throughout the show, but it was still neat to see it. Loved the guitarist’s deft switch from guitar to accordion.

Golf: I adore this little act. Short and sweet, not too clowny, Victorino’s there... what’s not to love.

Marionette: Such a magical moment. I don’t know who our Mauro was, but I do know he’s Colombian thanks to his soccer team choice during this act. I am forever impressed by how the artist manages to disentangle the lines so perfectly every time without ever looking at them.

Hoops: Out! Which was weird because she was there for Klezmer Moment, but we never got the full act. Honestly the first half felt so packed that I didn’t feel her absence even knowing how lovely her act is. There was no replacement act tonight. 

Helium Dance: We pushed Valentyna!! She floated right over to us and it was clear no one else could reach her!! It was a very magical and special moment, up there with other strokes of interaction luck like dancing with Fleur. She gave us a “thank you, madame,” waved her handkerchief, and went on her way. 

Korean plank: I love this act. It’s relentless, it keeps you guessing, it takes risks, and best of all it does so much to flesh out the broader world of the show.

Paradis: Sette Ricordi you beautiful song, you. This act was tight beyond belief. Not a single slip, complete comfort and control from both flyers and catchers, just clean clean clean. 

Juggling: Remains adorable. I can’t remember whether the August Clown always helps out with this act? Either way, he was in there with a little supporting diabolo action on this night and it was very cute. 

Ladder: I love this!! So much!! This act is what Corteo is all about. These simple, heartfelt interactions between strangers that you somehow feel you still know intimately. The little Eiffel Tower robot dogs or whatever tf they are were too cute, such a fun extra touch of magic. The White Clown took something out of his pocket and fed one a little snack. And finally my question of whether the ladder artist dies is answered: I would argue yes. When he reaches the Angel, she gives him a wrist strap and he floats away with her, up and back through the side curtain. She was waiting for him and finally he came. <333

Aerial straps duo: Similar to suspended pole and paradis, just utter technical perfection. The glitter gets me every time. The audience loved it. 

Tournik: I felt it was a little short this time around! Maybe I’m misremembering. But yet again everything was crisp and clean as could be. Honestly I can’t remember the last time I saw such a perfectly executed show, and ending with this just sealed the deal. 

Finale: Mauro leans forward in the final moments, pedaling his bike with purpose and anticipation while his friends and family wave from below. It’s a warm, bittersweet, and encouraging approach to death. Isn’t that exactly how you’d want a loved one to move on? By appreciating his life but anticipating the afterlife enough to leave it behind with purpose and optimistic eagerness? I’m emotional just remembering it. I couldn’t help but cheer the very final “alla-vi-ta!” along with the band. 

Characters: Again, I don’t know who our Mauro was but I know I liked him very much. He was another element that was done a disservice by the unfortunate sound - when you could hear him, he was saying such beautiful things to add color to the characters, setting, and story! But it was intermittent, and anytime there was music or other conversation he was difficult to make out. Same was true for the Whistler, who I think was just on dreadfully low volume the entire night. It left him with little of the command and authority the character usually possesses, and instead he came across as just some guy trying to yell. I was particularly affectionate towards Victorino this time around - he is undoubtedly Mauro’s deepest and truest friend of all. Valentyna and Grigori were fun as ever, though Grigori didn’t have much to do outside of Teatro Intimo, which I am pretty neutral about except for what it adds to the setting and feel of the show. I also very much liked the White Clown this time around - every movement was measured, sharp, and purposeful, but in a warmer way than I’ve seen him in the past. I’ve seen White Clown behave like a manager, like a guide, and now like a facilitator, and I really enjoyed it. It made for a warmer, friendlier White Clown than I’d seen before: not trying to manage the transition from life to death with clinical precision (which I have also quite liked), but rather someone easing a friend from stage to stage of life. He was playful and familiar towards Mauro, who clearly felt similarly: he complimented White Clown’s “costume” and said it reminded him of the moon. A lovely example of the details that make Corteo Corteo. 

Music: I was on the opposite side of the stage from my first viewing, which means I was with the bassist and female singer’s main spot on one side and (I believe) the keyboardist and brass player on the other. Sofia Montaño brings a warmth and accessibility to her role that I very much enjoyed. You feel very welcomed by her performance where other female leads might have felt more ethereal. David Repullés, on the other hand, is perhaps the weakest male baritone I’ve heard in Corteo. I want to give him a certain amount of grace because of the obvious sound issues - how can you fully blame a singer for his volume when it’s totally out of his control? But there were other moments where it was clear his actual vocal quality wasn’t quite what we’ve gotten from other singers. That one long note in El Cielo Sabrá was a notable example of the role being just out of his reach. He was really working for it, but cut it short, and similarly his performance overall seemed to fall a little short. I assume the band was very good, but key moments that are deliberately musically chaotic, such as Nos Dejó, were unfortunately utterly decimated by the sound quality. 

Overall: I loved Corteo, I love Corteo, I will continue to love Corteo. It’s unique and human in the most wonderful way. 

[spaceyflowers]

Thoughts about Johan?

OH SHIT MY FAVORITE PLATONIC CHARACTER I FORGOT TO MENTION HIM IN MY LAST ASK 😭😭 hes one of my faves too i was. just listening to a romantic song earlier when i answered the ask so i was only thinking about charas i have a crush on 😭😭😭

....anyways <3 i love johan with all my heart !!!! 💖💘 he's a very interesting character !! here's how i feel about him in nutshell (something i wrote on discord like back in april and a pin from pinterest ^_^)!

oops i got carried away a little u_u if u want to see etc thoughts its below !! 💖

personally, like i said, he's a poor little meow meow to me but also my best friend :] and weirdly enough also kind of my son ?? idk i just feel a lot of platonic love for him hgjsjdjkf

also he's a comfort character even tho he makes me feel emo a lot.. i just want the best for him 💔💔 seeing his tragic backstory and the hardships he's gone thru, the decisions he's made, it's like... man... if there's anyone who deserves a happy ending, it's him T_T

also bonus stuff bc um... its late at night and the brainrot is real:

2 songs i associate with johan are "myself" by neffex (shoutout to this edit) and "gottasadae" by bewhy !! (courtesy of clownie's post)

i think the lyrics and vibes of both songs match him ^_^ they also make me emo about him.

[dogboyvega-inactive]

for y'all on overrated hq

[jdfreads]

Reading every redwall book in publication order: Redwall

I finished Redwall like two nights ago and I’m only just now writing the review of it! Okay, lets dive in. (this is not a critical review, its just a bunch of my thoughts dumped into one spot)

Blurb:

Welcome to Mossflower Wood, where the gentle mice have gathered to celebrate a year of peace and abundance. All is well... until a sinister shadow falls across the ancient stone abbey of Redwall. It is rumored that Cluny is coming–Cluny, the terrible one-eyed rat and his savage horde–Cluny, who has vowed to conquer Redwall Abbey! The only hope for the besieged mice lies in the lost sword of the legendary Martin the Warrior. And so begins the epic quest of a bumbling young apprentice–a courageous mouse who would rise up, fight back... and become a legend himself.

Death count of named characters: 21

Death count of unnamed characters: literally unknowable. But definitely over a hundred.

Rating thing: Fun romp with a lot of plot in it, lots of characters to root for, and very satisfying to read.

Some overall impressions! This was a really charming story. It was a little hard for me to really get into the groove of reading it, but honestly I think thats just because my copy of the book is Very small and hard to hold, along with my funky fresh ADHD. But I was kinda forced to get into it because my mom got a really bad migraine and I had to watch over her while being real quiet, so bam! Reading. From there I was invested and it was all easy going.

I really enjoyed the Vibes of the book. The atmosphere? Immaculate. I wanna be a mouse hanging out in the woods with all my mouse friends. Also slightly weird thing about this book, every single meal is described in great detail. We always know what these mice are eating while under siege by Cluny the Scourge. I thought it was kinda weird, but it also was a nice atmospheric detail.

Brian Jacques does not go heavy on descriptions and poetic language, which makes sense because this is a children’s book. Its all very straightforward and is written in a sort of omniscient viewpoint. We don’t dwell in characters heads all too much, and the character we follow changes very frequently. This is sometimes called “head-hopping”, which can be confusing in some books but I find that its a very common convention in middle grade novels.

Matthias! Our main mouse man! He’s endearing and fun to read about. I think he’s a bit stereotypical and I could not care less. Mousey man has sword, heheh. 

I kept misreading Cluny’s name as Clowny and oh man, that just decimated him. What’re you gonna do clown man? Murder me? Probably. He was one of those pure evil villains, but I think it worked because we got to be in his head a lot and see all the behind the scenes and inner workings. He wasn’t morally complex but he was very fun to root against!

This book relies very heavily on moralized species. All the rats are evil, all the mice are good, stoats and ferrets are also evil, snakes are evil, shrews are argumentative but good, sparrows started off evil and ended kinda neutral-good. It’s a product of the conventions of the time and so I’m not going to count that against it, but I really hope this gets changed in the Netflix adaptation.

This book was. Incredibly gory. That one person didn't lie when they said it was just Game of Thrones but with mice and other woodland creatures. And that brings us to the death count! (Of named characters) So many characters die in this. Quite a few of them die while we are IN THEIR POINT OF VIEW. Which is... holy shit. The first named character death happens 15 pages in, when a rat named Skullface gets crushed to death under a wagon wheel. Let me just read you the description: 

“Skullface had time for just one agonized scream before he fell. The iron-shod cartwheels rolled over him. He lay in a red mist of death, the life ebbing from his broken body. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was the sneering visage of Cluny the Scourge roaring from the jolting backboard,

‘Tell the devil Cluny sent you, Skullface!’”

So. yeah. This book ain’t messing around. When Cluny decides he’s going to take Redwall and he sends his rats out to get more recruits, he literally tells them to smash the dens of the recruits so they have nothing to go back to. And that they can either join, or die. Pretty intense for a guy named Cluny. Also hearing this book describe every single rat ever as evil scum of the earth was hilarious because I couldn’t stop thinking about this:

This man is a war criminal. Those tiny pink paws bring death and destruction.

Ne ways, read Redwall. It good.

List of named character deaths (in chronological order):

*=death either from that character’s point of view or in disturbing detail (a)=either killed or eaten by Asmodeus

-Skullface* -Three-Leg -Scratch -Shadow -Ragear*(a) -Scragg* -Redtooth*(a) -Sela -Methuselah -Chickenhound*(a) -King Bull Sparra -Cheesethief* -Mingo(a) -Guosim(a) -Darkclaw* -Asmodeus -Frogblood -Killconey -Fangburn -Cluny the Scourge -Abbot Mortimer

And hundreds of unnamed side characters

Next on the list: Mossflower Mattimeo Mariel of Redwall

[doctolka]

Introducing the Wonderful, the Magnanimous, the Infallible D.O.C. Tolka!

Ok, ok. None of that's true. My apologies...

Introduction...

So... I'm seeing that a lot of my fellow writeblrs have these little blurbs about themselves and their writing pinned on there blogs... so, I guess I might as well make one myself?

Anyway. I'm D. (but you can call me Clowny McFearson for all I care), American (sadly), in my early 20s*, and for the sake of privacy my pronouns are whatever the hell you think they are**. My music tastes (are irrelevant, but) lie on this strange plane of existence that spans classical and hard rock. I wrote a lot when I was younger (can I get much younger?) but stopped because I was told I needed to focus on realistic things...

Whelp. I no longer give half a rat's ass about those hooligans...

So here I am, looking for support for my work. Obviously, this is a writeblr (did I already say that?). I mainly focus on high or epic fantasy, though I enjoy a good sci-fi, cyberpunk, what-have-you. Also, I do enjoy horror... just not horror for the sake of horror. So like, dark fantasy, I guess. Note that I do post things that might be a tad unrelated, but that I think are important. Or cool. Probably not gonna post many (if any) memes. Many apologies.

WIPs:

Current: The Flame of Imbanor***

This follows a wide selection of characters over my wide world of Adoana, as they basically try to figure out what's going on (because everyone loves a clueless protag, right?). The world has all sorts of monsters, and magic systems (and ya-de-da) and its own mythos (some of which is based heavily on folklore from around our own green planet), etc.

I've got (insert number of words here) almost 60K words right now, so I'm about half-done with the first draft (WHICH MEAN I'M STARTING TO LOOK FOR BETAS! [I think. I may be getting ahead of myself]), but the plot's kinda hard to explain... 'cause there's a LOT (actually it's probably really simple and I'm just dumb).

Other: Tales of the Champion of Peace***

This WIP is currently just in its "this would be dope!" stage, but it essentially follows an individual (a hunter from a Viking/Spartan culture) who gets exiled after they flee from a battle ('cause they're like, young) and wanders about for a bit before coming upon this thing called the Dream Well (kinda loosely based on the one from Nordic mythos) where they get a glimpse of the future through a place called the Transmortal Plane. This 'dream' sets them off to instill peace between the various sects of people that inhabit the planet, with all sorts of adventures along the way. It also takes place on Adoana

I'm planning it to be a series of short stories, hence the planning stage. Also I've written all of two sentences about it...

Wow! Thanks for sticking with me! I may, I think, be a tad long winded (this is where you say "Oh, no! You're just passionate!"). Ta-ta, for now!

*Subject to change. Time, you know, is a funny thing

**Also subject to change, if I ever get rid of my damnable paranoia

***Title subject to change (is this too many disclaimers?)

[now-im-a-belieber]

sand, sunshine and cigarettes

its beach day for the toccoa boys 👀

band of brothers

IM NOT GIVING UP ON THIS ASK 😂😭👏

xoxo, 🤡

CLOWNIE AH i absolutely didn't forget about this, i was just stuck! but i'll gladly take the little i have and turn it to a mini fic!

the company ran in different directions toward the same sea. dick was the first to settle near a patch of grass with a book in his hand. luz was next, dropping a basket of snacks to the sand and chasing away a few seagulls as the man handed out food to his friends. most of the men headed toward the water, but you settled just before the tide.

and without much thought you started to build a sand castle, as basic as they came. before you knew it, guarnere was knelt by your side, helping compact the perfect structure. skip came along to help, which meant malarkey and penkala weren't far behind. the trio traded lighthearted jabs about the state of your sand building and quickly decided they would build their own. by then you'd enlisted the help of christenson and grant, each of whom took their part a little too seriously. though you chuckled at their dedication to the craft, the castle was completed with well sculpted towers and what looked like windows. when your concentration was broken from your project you turned to find the sandcastle slaved over by the three best friends in all of easy company. all they'd managed were a few lumps of wet sand with a smoking cigarette stuck at the peak. "it's a chimney." skip noted, just as the tide stretched near enough to sink the castles everyone had only just finished. guarnere was the most distressed at the sight of his hard work being washed away, cursing the ocean and the way of the world in his ever expressive manner. "don't worry, we have so many more castles to conquer." you promised anyone who might've been listening, as the warm waters sprayed your form, enticing you to float along with the waves. the company would soon face more challenges side by side, than smiles in the sunshine. but for now you were roasting in the summer heat with friends you hadn't expected to adore so much. and that was hope enough for now, and surely enough to fuel you forever more.

[jokerownsmysoul]

HOLD UP WHAT WHAT WHAT FLAE BAE ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY???????????????

😍😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖💖🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖😘😘😘😘😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍💖💖💖💖🥰🥰💖💖🥰💖🥰💖💖

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRLIE GET YOU SOME CLOWNY KISSES AND LOTS OF LOVE AND EAT SOME GOOD FUCKIN PASTA AND CAKE ILYSM HOPE YOU HAD A GREAT FUCKIN DAY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 and here’s some arthur just for u

(He says happy birthday too 🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖)

Thank you so much little Egg 🥺🍳🥚ahhh my birthday has yet to start, I think it's tomorrow for you because it's past midnight here 😂 I know already I will have a great day indeed because this ask just made it great 💙💙💙 ohhhh I will eat them 👀 I WISH I COULD SEND YOU THEM OR EVEN BETTER COOK THEM FOR MY LIL ITALIAN TWIN EGG 😤🥺👉🏻👈🏻🍝 AND THAT GIF IS TOO ADORABLE BRUH THANK YOU 🥺💙💙💙 I'm sending you hugs and priest kisses right back 💙💙��👀👀

OMG WAIT HOLD ON I HAVE TO SHOW YOU THE PRIEST COOKIES THAT WE USUALLY BAKE HERE ‼️‼️‼️ I WILL SHOW YOU TOMORROW 👀👀

[ask-hannah-blog]

Hey.... "Pretzel" again.

I'm gonna be honest this might be kinda TMI but I need to get this out of my chest real bad so here goes.

After that incident at the store, I've been trying really hard to just move on and forget about it. Still though to do that I knew I should delete whatever weird ass "Toe Cleavage" photos I took of this random woman's feet. The problem is, as soon as I open my phone gallery and see the photos I get so fucking embarrassed! I get red-faced from how ashamed I am and then, of course, the fucking clown brain gets me horny!!!

Then a huge fart comes out of my titanic tush and I instantly pop a boner!

FUCKKKK!!!! Ugh, so there I am rubbing myself up and down and eventually I can't take it and I just whip it out. I'm gonna be honest for the past few days I've been kinda neglecting to look after my dick and I think the poor thing was a little antsy to get some action again. So I got no choice but to alleviate my... "tension". I get to it and that's when I finally notice it. I take care of myself so I never really had a particularly smelly penis, but then the thing just hits me with its full-on musk and that's when I realize something else: my dick smells like a hot wiener. Joy.

I can't say I particularly cared at the moment though since I was busy coating my phone's screen with a gallon of cum. I dunno if it was the Estrogen, the clown flu, or me just not spanking it for a while but I was GUSHING.

So obviously once I was done I got to work wiping it all off, especially off my phone. Then a naughty idea struck me:

"what if you just licked it off your phone?"

Despite recognizing the foreign thought, I was still horny so I mentally shrug and go along with it.

Guess what? My jizz tastes like mayonnaise. Good mayo too. So when I'm done lapping that up and I'm nice and satisfied I sit there in my post-nut clarity with one extra craving in my mind: "I could use my own cum as dressing on the stuff I eat." That thought alone makes me feel all loopy and happy and giggly.

So yeah, it was a bit of a crazy evening for me. Have I mentioned how freaking weird clowns are? Cuz my God are we extra with the weirdness sometimes.

The gas is here to stay btw, so screw me I guess! Pretzel out. Have a great day Hannah. Hope I didn't get you too worked up with this.

Pretzel! 🥨

You’re getting so savory with your musky weinie and mayo cum! Hyuck! Or should I say Hyum! Hehe.

It’s always a pleasure to hear from you it sounds like you gave your stuffies quite the show! Next time you should get them in on the show, and put the in the splash zone! Maybe they’ll grow their own little stuffy dildos and fleshlights! Then they can join in on your act.

I think maybe the flu isn’t planning on helping you transition after all. I’m just saying that because generally TFs don’t change things they plan on getting rid of. So if you’re getting a hot dog musk and increasing mayo production, I think the transformation has BIG things in mind. Strange that it’s happening if you’re still on estrogen but I’m beyond trying to understand this mess.

Hehe it really must have some really hot toe cleavage if it’s enough to make you dumb and forget what you’re doing. I almost want to see it! Hehe.

Hmmm if looking at it is distracting you, how are we gonna delete it I wonder…hmmm. I’m open to tips from the audience at that one. My suggestion is to throw that phone into the cornfield and run! But not everyone breaks phones as often as me!

Hehe I’m thinking about your friend on the phone. I wonder if she can sense the crazed half-clown jerking off to her

HOT

TOE

CLEAVAGE

Hehe hyuck I wonder what she’d think. I bet she’d be freaked out, knowing her feet are getting drenched in gallons ofclown cummies every time you look at them!

Ugh it makes me so sad everyone in your little town thinks you’re a freak! I wish I could just bring you home and let you sleep on the couch.

I wish you had a friend over there, or at least a clowny little servant like my Daisy.

Hmmm…

If I did have any psychic clowny powers, I’d send all my vibes towards the lady in that picture. I’d bombard her with clowny waves, so that next time you see her in line she’ll be buying pretzels, hotdogs and Mayonnaise because she’s just been having the STRANGEST cravings! Then you’d know she’s ripe for plucking! Hyuck!

Hehe ha…

But yeah, that foot bomb is crazy with how hard it hits, I felt like I was going crazy at first. But having been though it I do understand what the clowns were telling me when they said it was inevitable I should just accept it, because being in denial of it, it just felt like it was growing and growing inside of me until I popped and became a foot fiend or something. But now I’m just like “Oh I just have a foot fetish, I can manage this.” At least so far, I know some people never get over that it and just become mindless feet fappers.

I guess what I’m saying is i recommend you accepting the hot toe clevage and seeking out material other than that poor woman’s foot so you can develop the fetish at your own pace and not exploding like I did. Just worried if your only exposure to it is an illicit picture you took of a woman without her knowing that behavior might get hardwired in. Don’t want you becoming some creepy stocker clown following ladies around with a camera for the perfect shot of their feet to add to your cum drenched photo wall.

Boy I have a lot to say, I just like keeping up with you Pretzel!

Okay last thing.

I love you just ripping ass before going to town on yourself. That’s just full on hedonism, pig stuff. Just announcing to the world “hey I’m here to fuck! Lol. You know, so long as you’re not just huffing your own gas while shaking hands with the mayor I think it’s fine. It’s a normal bodily function, so being a little gassy is nothing to be embarrassed of.

Until next time Pretzel! We’re all rooting for you. Hehe we’re all tooting for you! 😂

Ms Hannah!

[skeletorific]

man i just wanna throw this out there and i think you'll catch it, how do you think some of the ancestors would take an invite to a human thing like a party or a ceremony? like if it was prefaced with 'compared to troll events there's a strict no one dies policy and a be human-style nice to people you don't particularly like or care for rule as well' idk if even the first ship crew would come along, and tbh i wouldn't really fault them because it's new and spoopy and they're dead after all

Ok, so you have thrown it, and I have caught it. I am unsure if I caught it in the direction you threw it, but I have caught SOMETHING and it is something I love dearly.

So, this question: I had to think for a moment. What scenario results in every single ancestor being in the same locale, in such a capacity that they are forced to interact, not only with each other, but with humans, to the point that not only can they not kill anyone but there is literally no point in killing each other?

....

....OH WAIT EARTH C-

So yeah, everyone say thank you paradox space. There had to be at least one dream bubble out there from a timeline where the alphas got yoinked into sburb as their Alternian selves by mistake right?

So, let’s assume they’ve had a few months to settle in, adjust to modern life. Troll kingdom has issued an ultimatum to the more....chaotic Ancestors in terms of the rearranged hemospectrum. They will, to quote Karkat, “FUCKING DEAL WITH IT”. Not an easy pill to swallow for a few of them, but then, a few millenia in the dream bubbles has forcibly mellowed them quite a bit and eventually its just more trouble than its worth.

I have a lot of thoughts on this timeline (ancestors get apartments are you kidding me, the potential), but let’s return to the question at hand.

The invitation makes the rounds through a lot of ghost communities, but a particularly bold human approaches the Ancestors themselves with an invite to one of the bigger ragers being thrown in the human kingdom. The celebration of the return of the gods is always a blowout, and this year promises to be especially so, with something between a gala and a block party planned to be pitched.

So here’s why they all show up, and here’s what they do:

The Handmaid is an odd duck. Sure, there’s a certain morose pleasure in watching the cosmic plans of the man who abused her from childhood fall apart because of a handful of chump kids, but that doesn’t mean she’s happy to be back here with these assholes, and it doesn’t mean she’s looking to build a social life. She’s perfectly happy to spend the rest of her days haunting the abandoned house she found on the outskirts of the carapace kingdom and terrorize any local teens that stick their noses where they aren’t wanted. When the uni student turns up with a flyer she cusses them out but good and sends them on their way with a couple of threats to life and limb.

And then shows up anyways.

Not to socialize, mind, just to watch. From the rafters probably. Snickering at all the drama going down, dropping spiders in Makara’s drink and stealing Dualscar’s watch when he’s not looking. And maybe see if Condy gets drunk enough to want a rematch. Laws be damned. Now THIS is a party.

The Signless’s entire crew is a bit of a chain pull. The Disciple wants to go extremely badly, so of course she manages to purrsuade The Signless to come with her. The Psiionic doesn’t want to go period but he’ll be damned if he’s letting Vantas out of his sight into an unguarded area. The Dolorosa wanted to go this whole time and is the one who got Leijon all riled up about it in the first place, but pretends she’s just doing it to keep an eye on Vantas and Captor.

Once there, they’re not exactly social butterflies, but compared to the others they’re practically savants. Leijon prowls on the edges of crowds, listening for snatches of information, and enjoys constructing narratives in her own mind about the relationships between all of them. Vantas finds himself pulled into a lot of conversations just to explain his life’s work (and, to his chagrin, to destabilize a few myths he’s accrued over the centuries). He tries to keep a level head but after a few beers though he’s hotly debating politics with three or four Kankri ghosts and has to be dragged away by Captor, who’s been following him and Leijon like a kid following their parent at a family reunion. Maryam disappeared hours ago and doesn’t get back home late, looking a little bit smug but tight-lipped about her evening. All four of them avoid the other Ancestors like the plague.

Neophyte Redglare of all of them has probably adjusted the best to this new life. Unlike the others, she’s actually gotten some friends that weren’t a part of the dream bubbles, and would happily spend most of the evening chattering with them. Still, for reasons we’ll get into it later, she spends most of it babysitting Makara and doing a bit of pitch-flirting with everyone’s favorite pir8.

Speaking of the Marquise Mindfang Spineret, like the Handmaid she protested loudly she was too cool for this party and then showed up anyways. Still, its not like she’s there to socialize. Most of what she does is spot the people who look like they might be heading off to bigger and more illegal things outside the party and without a word installing herself as part of their social circle. She invites Nitram, but her matesprit is a little occupied with an old enemy. That’s fine, she appreciates a score to settle, but its not fun if someone isn’t paying attention to her antics. Fortunately, Pyrope is happy to oblige her, and Dualscar is a delightful enough lackey while he’s still sober enough to handle it (so, for about five minutes). All told, an entert8ning evening indeed ;;;)

Executor Darkleer shows up for roughly ten minutes, near the very end, and does what he’s done at most social gatherings since they left the dream bubbles: stand awkwardly in the corner, stare at Leijon, and wonder if they’re still cool. Are they still cool? Probably? Right? But who’s to say. He absconds early to go work on his personal projects and probably punch something.

The Summoner is in peak form. Like Vantas, he has plenty of questions coming his way, and while no Nitram has ever been arrogant, he’s at least a little indulgent about some, shall we say, popular headcanons that have popped up since then. He’s slamming beers to cover up the usual low level of social anxiety (a battlefield he can handle, but a soiree is another matter altogether), and its working. He’s flirting a storm through the ballroom, something Serket is probably going to give him repercussions for. Its also making him a little, uh....confrontational, shall we say. So when he spot an old, clowny foe, well...

Oh, The Grand Highblood. 

He didn’t want to come. Full stop. Picked the wriggler with the flyer up by the back of their shirt and turned them around. Damn lucky he didn’t just throw them out. He wasn’t going to show up at this meaningless little heretical shindig, bump shoulders with strangers and be bored out of his motherfucking skull to boot. The only reason he got dragged in is Peixes didn’t give him a lot of other options. So here he is. Standing like a grim spectre of everyone’s demise, sullenly scowling at anyone who approaches and snarling at anyone who opens their protein chute in his direction.

For about five minutes.

What can I say, clowns love parties.  A couple of faygos later (if you think Condy didn’t come prepared you’re crazy) and this brawny ass goat is getting turnt out of his mind on the dancefloor. Nobody knows exactly what the fuck he’s doing with his body but its definitely deeply explicit and more than a little alarming. Still, it suits the environment, and there’s this unaccountable field of manic energy that just sort of erupts around him, escalating the party wherever he goes. Redglare has to babysit him (because Peixes, Serket and Ampora sure won’t, and who the fuck knows where Zahhak is), and even still he ends up with a busted keg dangling from one of his horns. He is feeding off of this motherfucking rhapsody tonight, fellas, and the grisly bastard has more than a few sick bars in him.

Orphaner Dualscar is decidedly less enthused. Nothing quite like being a failed romantic footnote in the only surviving account of your life to kill your rep as an intimidating pirate. He’s not adjusting well to modern life, and mostly spends the night in the corner with a solo cup, scowling at any and all. For a while he joins Serket in her activities but eventually is too soused to really participate, and she ditches him. Which is starting to become a recurring trend. He spends the rest of the night trying to seduce someone, literally, anyone, just get him out of this fucking stupid party, he’s so FUCKIN LONELY GOG-

up to you if it actually works or not.

Meanwhile, Her (Formerly) Imperial Condescension.....look, Peixes can’t stay away from a party. Even a lame-ass one for guppies 3>8(. I mean, the no killing thing is REALLY fucking cramping her style, but to be frank its more trouble than its worth. Most of them just come back as ghosts and try to bonk you back. Annoying is what it is. So, fine, she agrees, no culling. 

Doesn’t mean the party can’t at least be interesting, and that’s damn well what she brought Makara to do for her. Works like a charm, too, Makara might be a grumpy basshole but he knows how to cut loose when he wants to. She’s chanting him through chugging an entire keg on his own with a small crowd of people when she spots a familiar pair of impossibly wide horns. Ohhh shit, get the grubcorn-.....wait, is that Megido in the rafters?!

No trolls or humans were (fatally) harmed in the making of this evening’s closing act, but suffice to say the building wasn’t so lucky. Two reenactments of the more legendary battles in Alternian history (which is saying something) was more than the palace could handle. In the end they were separated and sent to dry out in separate cells, Dave using his time powers to keep a handle on the The Handmaid. 

Suffice to say it’ll be a while before any of them get another invitation.

[typinggently]

While scrolling through the tag I’ve seen your post about the casting choices for The Batman , where you said you hope they won’t downplay the costumes (particularly the riddlers) and now I’m curious what your opinion on them is now that we’ve seen a trailer? Cause on the one hand it’s clearly not the classic costumes but on the other ‚riddler and catwoman but they’re on a budget‘ is kind of. A choice.

Sweetheart! Thank you for your question!! Honestly, I’m just buzzing about this whole topic and it was a delight to sit down and force myself to put my thoughts into words.

I have to admit that I usually avoid trailers because I always fear that they’ll give away the scenes and I won’t be as excited when the film rolls around but this time I simply couldn’t help myself, I had to watch it 🦇♥️ Also I get super swept up in the action when it comes to those things. Things go “boom” and “flash” and I go “ahh” and “wow”, I’m very easy. Didn’t even recognise Colin Farrell.

But all that aside - I rewatched it just now and Catwoman definitely looks great. The whole “I hope they keep the costumes from the comics” concept doesn’t really apply to female characters in the same way, anyways, I just thought to myself after revisiting that thought. Their original costumes are usually just sexualising, sometimes to a ridiculous degree. I have no problme with that being toned down a little for a more “realistic” feel. (And since catwoman’s costume isn’t particularly flashy and kitschy to begin with, I feel like it’s rather easy to not miss the mark completely, if that makes sense?)

But with men, there’s this whole “we can’t have any fun” vibe. Or, alternatively, “we can only do the joker”. (By the way? I actually really liked how completely off the shits the L*to-Joker costumes were. That was so fun imo, it was completely ridiculous.)

Regarding Riddler - I mean, I do get that they’re going for a more “realistic” look but I have to say, I feel like it might work really nicely. I’m still sad we apparently don’t get any green :( But also, I could imagine that they have to avoid the Joker-isms, and thus decided to go for a look (and maybe a general vibe) that isn’t as clowny-hysterical. Thus no skintight suits and big questionmarks. I didn’t really consider that when I made that first post, I think. And also - they do probably feel the need to set themselves apart from the Jim Carrey Riddler, too. So it all makes sense from a costumee director’s standpoint, I completely get it. And from the little hints we did see, we might not have lost all of the funkiness. I love his handwriting. I love the card.

In the end, I feel like it all comes down to vibes. How well composed is the universe, how do the different elements fit together. Which sounds so abstract but basically, I just judge things by how exciting the world they present is. And in this context, I do like his costume, because it has such a gothic, pseudo-realistic vibe to it? It’s the same with Bruce (I could scream) - the eyeliner?? But also - the cape really did it for me to be honest. It seems to be light fabric, which for some reason has me out of my mind. The contrast of his chunky boots and the light fluttery, useless cape has the same vibe to me as Riddler’s “realistic” get up with the coat and gloves topped off with? is he wearing those diver’s goggles?! what is that? Realism but make it slightly grimy and off the shits?! I have to say I could definitely get excited for it. Rip to my dreams of funky green outfits, but if this is a Noir Batman (in contrast to, like, the polished-functional, high-tech Nolan Batman), I could 100% get excited about it. Which is to say, I’m already excited.

Also can I just say that Mr Little Miss Sunshine seems to be so nice for that role? I’m really buying it, just based on the trailer. I’m excited for it, his voice is so nice.

Really, now I’m even more excited? Who knows what the actual film will be like, but I’m 100% willing to just let it do its thing and give it a chance. Let it play out as a spectacle, that’s all it really is in the end <3 🦇

(also please feel free to tell me what you think!!!! I'm always scared I'll soundlike an instagram influencer begging for engagement by asking questions but I’m genuinely curious <3)