#or like poor bette

[orionsangel86]

Deciding I couldn't wait to listen to Act 2 of The Sandman on Audible, I decided to just jump in and read the comics instead. I have consumed them at a pace far quicker than I thought I was capable of and have finally reached the end of the Worlds End books. The Kindly Ones is next. I know whats coming, but I can't bring myself to read on. The end of Worlds End left me with such a deep feeling of dread and melancholy, just like the guy at the inn, looking up at the giants in the sky...

The end of Brief Lives hurt, but I don't think I'm gonna be able to make it through The Kindly Ones. I wanna storm into Destiny's garden, rip his stupid book from his hands and tear out all the pages.

These dumb comics made me fall in love with that silly emo boy endless dream king more than the show ever did. My brain has gone and Castiel-ified him and I HATE myself for it.

I can't read on. I've hit an impasse. I need the ending to change... how many times have I complained on here how much I loathe tragedies.

Sigh.

As someone who generally doesn't like comics, these comics are fucking superb. The story is SO beautifully crafted. This is next level story weaving and how could I have expected anything less from Neil Gaiman really? But I NEED him to change the ending.

***Spoiler alert***

The whole way through this story so far there has been this idea that those who resist change die, that those are your options: you must change, or you must die. There is all this foreshadowing about change or death, and there are all these hints to different paths taken and choices made, I wonder if Neil was in several minds about how the story would end whilst he was writing, and in the end, he chose the tragic path. Dream couldn't change enough to prevent his death, it even seems, from what I have read so far and what little I have spoiled myself, that perhaps he even welcomes his death? Now that just wont do.

I don't know all the details of what comes next, but I do know the ending, and I don't like it. The one thing I keep clinging to is Hob's last dream, and the hope that perhaps that means that Morpheus isn't actually dead at all, but just free of his duty, free of his role, and out there somewhere, with his brother, at peace and happy. (Yes I already spoiled myself and read the comics with Hob and everything from the Ren Faire through to the dream on the beach had me sobbing even though I didn't know what had happened before)

I am almost certain Sandman will get more seasons at Netflix (and if Netflix don't renew someone else will snap it up - hopefully HBO) so am sure there will be a point in the future when these later stories are adapted and my god I hope they do change it, somehow. Even if everything still happens to lead to his death, i would need more emphasis on Hob's dream to basically confirm that he was still "alive" somewhere, that he was free, that he was happy...

That's my wish. Until then, I will go immerse myself in ridiculously sappy happy fluffy fanfiction I think. Thank FUCK for fanfiction!

[gifsofhubris]

Susan Sarandon as Bette Davis and Alfred Molina as Robert "Bob" Aldrich in Feud s1e2

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

they just didn't have to write him as "a great philanthropist"; "a generous benefactor of the empire bay planetarium"; "frequent officer of the empire bay press guild"; "a frequent target of political slander and false arrest because of generosity towards the press"

and at the same time write him as the first of the others to organize drug trafficking; a man who tried to kill all his competitors; "a shady bastard, even for guys in this business"; "ruthless modernizer"; a man who secretly views his close friend as a liability; "the man who killed his own boss" to take his place

"few will moan moretti's passing" from the lost heaven's newspapers and there's nothing like that in the cut-out news reports about carlo's death

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

. . .

(Not dark anymore, I just like drawing screen lighting lol xP)

[um-vvhat]

I take it back we do not Stan Bette ‼️She is a piece of shit and I forgot ‼️

[hotvintagepoll]

omfg i just had the best dream of my LIFE and i think you’d find it funny lol

so, apparently in my dreamworld, people can just get new grandparents - like if someone dies, you can just be assigned new ones lmao

i was at home awaiting the news and my mom told me that my new grandparents were beefing with each other and I had to help settle them before I got officially assigned and I was like hell yeah bring it on

i get there (specifically at a little estate with a big ass farm strictly between Pennsylvania and Massachusetts bc the train conductor was very persistent that I got off there 😭) and right away, I hear yelling and people throwing stuff

before i can knock, miss bette davis swings open the door - cigarette and scotch in hand dressed in a beautiful dressing gown and calls me her little chick and ushers me inside to tell my new grandfather to kindly stfu and get out of HER house

obvs, im like “yes, ma’am, whatever you say ma’am”

i wander in and see a very broody and very melodramatic mr. claude rains

poor guy is so distraught and im immediately at his side before he and bette trade insults (“old bat” and “over-stuffed shirt”) and then she insults him by bringing up the fact that she actually has oscars and he claps back with the fact that he has a tony

meanwhile, i’m dying bc i want this to happen in real life

i get them to make up and she makes him take me and her to costco to buy things to make up for him being so mean to her :((

14/10 would dream again

incredible dream, I'm going to temporarily pin this to the top of the blog as a badge of honor

[starry-bi-sky]

Just the idea of clone Danny and clone Talia working out much bette then him and Talia would confuse poor Bruce. And best part all 4 of them don'T believe he is batman Danny: "We know he is your Sugarbaby, Mom and dad talked about it." Clone Talia:" So no fear, my OG liked a Himbo. And well Danny is a one too."

FR THO AND THEN THERE’S BABY DAMES IN THE CORNER SWEATING BECAUSE HE KNOWS. HE KNOWS. THE LoA TOLD HIM. He’s not saying SHIT though because this is hilarious. He’s silently laughing in the corner. And yessss Clone Danny and Clone Talia working out much better is exactly why I thought of it -- because one its funny and two the potential angst. the could have been.

It doesn't ever occur to Bruce to tell them he's batman but that conversation still comes up during mealtime one day while Danny's recovering (he has to be tied to his chair because he found the gym and nearly dislocated his shoulder trying to train. Dammit Danny your bones are made of glass right now from destabilizing, let your cells repair before doing anything!) because the four of them were talking about Batman and his clan of kids.

Danny, frowning: im not a himbo?

Nasra: reportedly when you first met Damian, your first response to his attacking you was to... grab the blade with your hands, multiple times. This resulted in you slicing a nerve in both hands and permanently weakening your fine motor control.

Danny: well--

Nasra: even now you're rubbing your palms, you only do that when your hands are bothering you.

Damian, snapping his head up: what!?

Danny: you noticed that?? also i learned. I didn't repeat myself when you attacked me when we met, did I?

Nasra: i. suppose not. you're still a himbo, however.

also Danny does his usual 'run on negative sleep' bullshit while in the manor except now he has not only damian but also Nasra tag-teaming his bullshit. Like no, Danny. you need sleep to recover your strength. your ghostly investigation can wait until you're not about to pass out and break your nose on your laptop. They have whole ass arguments in arabic - all three of them - as damian AND nasra drag danny to the closest soft horizontal surface. Danny returns the favor to the both of them when those two are also doing their 'negative sleep' stuff.

Dick at bby Dames: so do you....

Damian: know that you guys are Batman and his family? Yeah. Grandfather and Mother told me before I was living with Danny.

Tim: how come Danny and Nasra don't know then?

Damian: I didn't think it was important to tell Danny that his original was Batman. He does know of the League, however. He calls Grandfather my "super evil, ecofascist grampa and his cult of killers" and doesn't want to know more out of worry of needing to get involved.

Dick: I - really?

Damian: yes, he figured that since grandfather had yet to successfully wipe out my original, then that whatever Damian Wayne was doing was working. And that if he knew more, then he might have to get involved, and he has own problems to worry about than the League of Assassins.

[ellecdc]

Mother, serious question mainly for my own self-esteem 😮‍💨😅

How do you think the boys (any of them really) would view a partner with like all sorts of facial piercings and like rat tails in their hair and funky colors(truly best describes as a queer little gremlin lol). Cause I know Marlene and Sirius have an alt rock aesthetic (I don't think I spelled that right) but as much as I love these characters I never feel like I would have fit in with them if I was really there ya know?

Idk it's kinda stupid but just curious on you're thoughts on this. They're just so cool and I would hope they would like me enough to at least be my friend if they were real 😮‍💨😖

okay first of all, love the title queer little gremlin; let's all capitalize those letters and add them to surveys when they ask you how you identify plsss??

Here's my take:

James:

I love (and follow religiously) the headcanon that James is pansexual but I believe that expands beyond just gender identity, if that makes sense?

It doesn't matter if you're male or female or anywhere in between or beyond or both or all

and I feel like it doesn't really matter what you look like to him

I feel like he loves people for their hearts, their minds, their interests, etc

I feel like he'd maybe be worried because....those had to hurt??? you do that on purpose? doesn't it hurt terribly? his poor sweet angel????

I also see him as the type of bf who would be like "oh! are we changing colours? which one's? can I help?" and will dutifully like, adorn gloves and sit in the bathroom breathing in dye fumes and chatting away with you while the two of you talk about everything and nothing - I think he'd love spending that time with you and it would be special bonding time

(also, have you seen the James fan art with him with a nose ring??? fuck me sideways)

Sirius:

you're so right re: alt-rock aesthetic etc

I think he'd find the facial piercings awesome tbh, you might even have inspired him to get one or more of his own

I think he'd make it almost a competition of who can dress the most grunge that day hahaha - but the two of you would make quite the couple

also? you look like the kind of person his posh, prissy, stuck up parents would hate seeing him with - that's totally a bonus

I see this guy as someone who loves hair care and would be horrified at how much/often you change your hair colour and would insist on helping you/buying the more expensive products/ensure you're doing it right to save your hair from too much damage

that's the only 'problem' I see him having

Remus:

idk, I kind of see him a little bit like James tbh; looks would be a little less important to him? like he doesn't care how you express yourself in terms of style and clothes

what would be important to him is that you're kind and patient, that you're openminded and considerate of others

I mean...he's littered with scars, is he not? He doesn't exactly look "normal" (derogatory) and would probably feel very similar to what you've described; like he doesn't feel he particularly 'fits in' with his friends

I see him having like, not long hair but like a decent head of curls, and he'd totally love if you braided a few little pieces of his hair like your 'rat tails'

I think he'd find the hair fun; you'd show up one day with new colours and I could see his face lighting up like 😃 "that looks great love; so fun"

Regulus:

he's tricky because he's so posh and stuck up lmfao

BUT

people also ship bartylus and I see so much Barty fan-art somewhat similar to how you've described yourself and if Reg likes Barty - he'd certainly like you too

Barty:

as mentioned above, I could totally see him having like a green streak in his hair or something

perhaps some piercings (I think he'd get piercings down below.....), tongue piercing, nose piercing, eyebrow piercing - I feel like he'd be down for it all himself, so he wouldn't mind it on you at all either

and again, as a guy with daddy issues, he'd be a lot like Sirius and think the better chance he has at dating someone who would sooooo piss of his dad - the better!

thanks for your ask babes <3

[howlingday]

The Bad End Delusion

Opzin walked at a quick pace into the hospital.

Ozpin: Excuse me Ma'am. I am the Headmaster of Beacon Ozpin and I would like to check in on two my students here. A Jaune Arc and Nora Valkyrie.

Nurse: That way and look for room 320.

Ozpin quickly moved that way as he heard the nurse mutter those poor kids. As he found the room he knocked on the door then slowly opened it.

Ozpin: Hello? Mr.Arc, Ms.Valkyrie it's Ozpin do you mind if I come in and talk?

Nora: .....................

Jaune: ...You can come in.

As he enters the room he sees a heavily bandaged Jaune and Nora in the bright white hospital room. He's smells the dry blood and cleaners in the air.

Nora is just staring at the wall. What he can see of her face it seems she being crying for a long time and simply had no more tears. Curled up in a ball with her knees to her face.

Jaune's expression is one of anger, grief, and hopelessness. He is sitting up looking Ozpin in the eyes.

Jaune: Hello sir. I'm sure you have questions.

Ozpin: I do but those can wait for a bett-

Jaune: No. You need to know.

Ozpin: Alright tell me how a mission to check up on an old factory building in Vale went so wrong.

Jaune: Their was a Grimm like I never seen. One nome of us had ever even heard of. Even Weiss... Weiss. *deep breathe sounding like he's holding back a sob* Sorry.

Ozpin: Take your time Mr.Arc

Jaune: So we enter the building with me and Ruby deciding it be better with we stuck together. As we walked into the first couple rooms everything was fine but as we entered the factory line their was a mist. A red mist. That damn red mist. It was light at first and we didn't even notice at first. Everyone was getting kinda of droopy. We all thought it was because it was a long day.

Jaune: Then I heard something that sounded like my nephew crying. I looked around and as soon as I was about to ask the others if they could hear ot the lights went out.

Jaune: We all circled together to not let anything attack us. But it was dark and the mist made it hard to hear and think right.

Jaune: The monster quickly attacked knocking most of our weapons away while scattering our group. I think only Pyrrha and Yang still had theirs.

Jaune: I managed to hold on to Nora's hand to stick together. The mist just thickened and we tried to cover our mouths when we heard Ren scream in pain. We rushed in his direction but..

Jaune:...

Ozpin: Mr.Arc we can do this another time.

Jaune: .... He had no head and his legs had been torn off. We could have only been a few minutes away. How did it kill him so fast. He was one of the best fighter I ever knew.

Ozpin: ...

Jaune: We found are friends one by one by following their screams and angry shouts. Weiss was impaled in the chest by Pyrrha's spear. Yang arms were missing and with all the blood around her clearly bled out. Blake had a giant hold in her chest liek she was punched with imhuman force. Pyrrha... all we saw was her upper torso, head, and an arm.

Jaune: As we tried to process suddenly the gas was so thick it was hard to breathe then I saw all the bodies standing near us screaming if I was a real hero I should have done something with the voices of my family insulting me playing over.

Jaune: I couldn't tell what was real anymore. Then suddenly it attacked restlessly. Clawing,swinging, amd throwing us around like dolls. It seemed to change size constantly to avoid are hits. Nora's Aura broke first and I managed to hit it with a broken pipe before being throw into a wall.

Jaune: Last thong I remember was it's slow walk towards me spitting out gas while everyone expect Nora watched and laughed. They laughed and laughed and laughed until it felt like they were yelling in my head. Before it could finish me the wall exploded with team Cfvy quickly attacking amd driving ot away while they seemed to be wearing gas mask.

Jaune: I never saw Ruby.

Nora: I heard it say "With this Gemstone may Salem forgive me" while carrying Ruby away. She was still breathing as it ran.

Nora:.... Are they gone? Really gone?

Ozpin did not answer leaving Nora and Jaune to start crying again.

Jaune: I don't think I'm able to be a huntsman anymore.

Ozpin: I will call your family and let you rest for now.

Ozpin closing the door still hearing their cries.

(OK so that was a lot and I'm probably misspelling a lot of stuff but yeah. Their is more of this story but I can't write because it's just not where my skills lay. If you want to help that be cool but I'm not gonna bug you about it. So in this after Jaune and Nora heal they leave beacon and move out to live with Jaune's family one day getting married and having kids of their own one day.)

So thoughts? Criticism? Ideas? Want to hear it all? Want to know what happens next? Tell everything you thought of and how you would improve the Au idea.

First of all, great work! Really loved what you've put out there and I'd love to see more of this! Though that's gonna be hard since RWBY and JNPR are now dead, either literally or figuratively.

Second, I'm curious where, if anywhere this story goes. To be honest, it kinda feels like those Warhammer RWBY posts I made a while back, specifically the one where JNPR were killed by a Lichtor. I don't think you can really go further with so many characters dead like this, but hey, I've seen more impossible scenarios get resolved.

Last, the way I would improve this AU idea would be to give a follow-up to after this. I mean, sure, Team RWBY is dead with their leader abducted and Team JNPR have been broken beyond repair. I would follow this scenario up with Ruby being taken back to Salem (either she dies, gets corrupted, or escapes) and show us the interaction between Delusion and Salem. Either that or have Beacon respond to this attack by sending the best huntsmen and huntresses out to rescue Ruby, hopefully before it's too late. Third option is showing the impact all these deaths had on people throughout Remnant; parents and friends all reacting to the news that RWBY and JNPR are dead.

Until then...

KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!

[seechelle1999]

More character designs - this time, every kid sidekick to work with or for Batman ever, because I got massively carried away. In order:

Dick Grayson, 28 (Robin I / Nightwing)

Barbara Gordon, 30 (Batgirl I / Oracle)

Jason Todd, 22 (physically 20) (Robin II / Red Hood)

Tim Drake, 17 (Robin III / Red Robin)

Stephanie Brown, 17 (Robin IV / Batgirl III)

Cassandra Cain, 19 (Batgirl II / Black Bat)

Damian Wayne, 10 (Robin V)

Duke Thomas, 15 (Signal)

Carrie Kelly, 13 (Robin ??? Look I love her too much to leave her off a list like this but I'll be the first to admit I've got no clue where she would actually fall)

Harper Row, 18 (Blue Bird)

Cullen Row, 12

Terry McGuiness, 3? (a baby, I guess? In this timeline at least?)

Jarro the Starro in a Jar, 0 (Best Robin by far)

Tiffany Fox, 14 (Batgirl IV?)

Bette Kane, 25 (Batgirl / Flamebird / Snuck in without being noticed)

I don't know if I'll ever add to this in terms of a story, but it was a lot of fun to come up with different faces for everyone, trying to account for things like age, face shape, life experiences, in one case species (still can't believe we were blessed with starfish-robin from space, 10/10 no notes)

Some poor Justice Leaguer: "So, how many kids ya got?"

Batman: *screaming*

[honourablejester]

Some of my favourite ghoul NPCs in Fallout:

My sister and I are replaying New Vegas lately, and we recently did the Come Fly With Me sidequest again, and since I’m talking about Fallout recently and this quest reminded me how much I fucking love Jason Bright and his merry band of lunatics, I figured I’d talk about some of my favourite ghoul characters in the games I’ve played (3, 4, New Vegas). Specifically non-companion characters, no offense to Raoul. I just like some of the ghouls you just run into.

First off, since we’ve already mentioned him, Jason Bright is such a nutjob, and he is the focal point for such a fantastic, batshit quest that you have to adore him. Yes, he’s a cult leader, and yes, he’s leading the ghouls under him possibly to their deaths based on ‘visions’, and yes, he is using Chris’ delusions to help get them there (and also sends us, the player, into a very annoying set of negotiations), but. How can you not adore the idea of a non-feral glowing one cult leader who is leading his flock into space, and manages to find actual functioning rocket ships to manage it? (Well, functional if you help out and don’t sabotage them, anyway). Also, given that Atom may genuinely be an actual god in this universe, I’m not going to fully rule out the visions, especially since he had a sane enough grasp of them to realise that he was seeing somewhere so irradiated that Chris wouldn’t have survived it. But just for the quest alone, just for the sight of those rocket ships taking off and presumably baffling and/or scaring the pants off half the Mojave, I just love this guy.

Second, one of the best characters in any of the games full stop, and also in one of the best and most batshit sidequests full stop, we have Desmond Lockhart from Fallout 3: Point Lookout. Because he’s a ghoulified James Bond fighting a maniacal brain in a jar supervillain in a rivalry that has been going on since the Great War. That’s just. You cannot beat that. He’s foulmouthed and bitchy and ungrateful and an arse, and he’s fantastic. I love that the mansion you find him in is his enemy’s ancestral home, the cheek on this bitchy ghoul man. I love him. He’s just spectacular.

Third, to round out our ‘best batshit sidequests focused around ghouls’, we have Kent Connolly from Fallout 4, because who wants to play a hammy 40s-style pulpy comic book hero in post-apocalyptia today? You? Excellent! The Silver Shroud is such a fun and fantastic questline, and I also just deeply adore and wish to protect Kent. He’s so sweet and sad and gently pathetic, and he’s not remotely able for the wasteland, and he’s trying to help. A pre-war ghoul clinging to the old radio shows he used to love when the world was less overtly hellish to try and help him cope, and not doing so well, and wanting to bring that hope to other people by resurrecting an old-world hero. He’s very sad and badly adapted, but he’s very sweet, and we always wait to take his quest until we have the rifle skill levelled enough to get him out of his little situation at the end of the quest alive. Because Kent is not allowed to die.

Fourth, on a continued theme of ghouls too nice for this world and who I will cheerfully murder people to protect, we have Gob from Fallout 3. Because everybody’s fucking mean to him, including the game itself, and somebody needs to fix it. GIVE ME A QUEST TO FREE THIS POOR MAN, YOU STUPID GAME. I mean, yes, we always murder Moriarty to help him anyway, which does solve the problem, but I HATE the fact that the game lets you tell his mother he’s a slave, and then doesn’t let you fix it. You just crushed her hopes for nothing, and even if you do get him free anyway later, with no quest to do so, you can’t tell her that. I want to stab FO3 so much for that. Why do you put a poor abused, incredibly nice slave man in front of me and then not let me free him? THERE SHOULD BE A GOB QUEST. If only so I don’t accidently crush poor Carol’s spirits with no hope of then telling her better news later. Because I am murdering Moriarty for the man, I’m not going to leave him enslaved. I don’t do game mods, but if there is one mod I want for 3, it’s that one. Let me free him officially and then tell Carol about it.

Ahem. Anyway. Sorry about that. Moving on (never, I will never move on, I will hold a grudge on this forever, but howandever).

Fifth, and still on the theme of the saddest goddamn ghouls in the wasteland, there is Arlen Glass from Fallout 4. Because he broke my fucking heart and I will never get over it. Giving him that tape from his family had me sobbing. A sweet gentle toymaker and family man who was never home because of work, who talked to his wife and daughter primarily over the phone, and who was still at work when the bombs dropped and never made it home to see them at the end. Who ghoulified, and was left with that grief and regret for the next 200 years. He ripped my heart fully out of my chest. Letting him hear his family’s voices again by retrieving that holotape was one of the most impactful things I’ve ever done in these games, and it was the one moment where I desperately wanted to refuse the quest reward. We fortified the Slog to hell and back to make sure Arlen was safe. Again, would die and kill for this man without a thought.

And then, in slightly less obsessive fashion, some honourable mentions:

Captain Zao, Fallout 4. Because there is something so quietly sad about his whole situation, trapped in a tiny vessel while his crew goes feral around him, keeping watch over the ruined country he helped destroy, wanting only to go home, and relying on enemies with extremely justified grudges to help him. No one won the Great War, and Zao is proof of it. We help him, every time. All he wants is to go home, after spending more than 200 years trapped wondering how much of it is left for him to find when he gets there. What the fuck would shooting him do, in the face of that? No one won the war. Let’s just let those it destroyed find what peace they can.

The Vault Tec Representative, Fallout 4. Because I just feel so sorry for the man. You never even learn his name. He was left out to die by his company, and he knows it, and after 200 years ghoulifying and rotting, out you pop, fresh as a fucking daisy from the vault he put you in, just to rub it fucking home. It’s not the Sole Survivor’s fault, but you definitely can’t blame him for being sore.

And finally, Daisy, from Fallout 4. I want to mention her because I do love her, that of all the quests you pick up from people in Goodneighbour, hers is to try and clear out the Library, because she remembers it from when she was a girl and she’d like to see it at least not overrun, if not quite restored. I love a nice bookworm, tough enough to survive Goodneighbour, and to put her caps into trying to bring a little civilisation back to the wasteland.

But Daisy also highlights a bit … There aren’t too many important female ghouls? Ones with cool quests around them. There are quite a few scattered around the various games, sure, but not too many you can really interact with like the boys above. There are a few memorable ladies around, like Keely from New Vegas, the tough as nails scientist who survives Vault 22 in New Vegas, Carol and her partner in Fallout 3, and then Beatrix Russell, also in Vegas, who has a tiny but extremely memorable part in the ‘find hookers for the casino in Freeside’ quest, just for being a (potential) ghoul cowboy dominatrix who likes to have a good time and believes that ‘good times’ are a full-contact sport. Like. She’s pretty damn memorable.

But there is, at least in the three games I’ve played, a bit of a dearth of full-questline-attached, batshit-shenanigans-ahead lady ghouls, and that’s another thing I could wish changed. Heh.

But yeah. Ghouls are some of the best characters in these games, and they definitely have some of the best quests attached to them too. And a lot of them will break your heart as well. Heh.

I do love this universe. A lot.

[grifff17]

Audiodrama Sunday 5/12/24

Lots of "holy shit" moments in new episodes of shows this week, and I started Mockery Manor s3.

I'm not really a horror person, but I'm enjoying @re-dracula. I didn't expect Dracula to be so likeable. Like he's just a guy who thinks England is really cool. I'm sure that he's totally legit and there's a normal explanation for all this, right?

I listened to @longcatmedia's Mockery Manor miniseries The Bette Tapes, and started the third season. The Bette tapes were fun, at first I thought that Bette was taking advantage of Margot, but she's just going into debt which is much funnier. So far I like that the third season is going towards a more traditional murder-mystery plot. By the end of the first episode I realized exactly what was going to happen, and who it was going to happen to.

Season finale of @camlannpod! There was some really good character work in this episode. Gwaine is such a layered character, Gwen is great, and I loved the story of how Dai and Perry met. Also a great season ending, I love hopeful post-apocalypses. I desperately hope this show gets another season.

@worldgonewrongpod this week was wonderful. How much of that stuff about sewer gators and tunnel networks below Chicago is true? I was totally unable to tell when the real history ended and the fiction began.

We also got episode 2 of @wanderersjournalpod. I like the epistolary format. Also, the forest civilization Marigold is from is interesting, I'm excited to learn more about it.

I listened to some more @breakerwhiskey, but not totally caught up. Fox implied that killing Junior will fix the world, I wonder why. It looks like Whiskey is finally close to being reunited with Harry.

@midstpodcast this week blew my mind, then I looked at my phone and there were still 25 minutes left in the episode. Hieronymus holy shit! And then Imogen! This show loves to reveal details that totally recontextualize characters.

@worldsbeyondpod was fucking incredible. Poor Nief (I doubt that's how you spell it). DC25 for the overworked child to accept help! Then the rest of the coven of elders showed up and it blew my mind. Brennan Lee Mulligan's descriptions are one of the best parts of this show, and the sound design to go along with it was amazing.

That's all for this week, next week is a new Midnight Burger and I think Mission Rejected too, I'm excited.

[marimayscarlett]

Another list of unrealistic wishes for the 2024 tour

Back at it again with the delusional takes and here to make it everyone elses problem - a very warm welcome to volume 2 of our wishes for the upcoming Rammstein tour ✨ This time again carefully put together by @wizzardclown @gothtoast and me, with additional wonderful influences by my dear @m---e---l. Thank you ladies 🤍

(Read our first list here and please consider checking out the great suggestions in the notes!)

Set list and concert organisation in general

first up, the question of the supporting act: -> either not happening in general, since none of us actually want to endure another round of the piano tinkling, so we though about this concept:

This way, we get an even longer concert with no distraction from the pure Rammstein sound.

-> or, another idea which came to mind: to celebrate the literary-genius Flake, he could give us a reading of one of his books before the concert, lighten up the mood and feeding the masses with entertaining facts. Additionally, Richard could play some piano in the background during it, for dramatic effect (like the piano accompaniment during silent movies back in the old days).

Opener for the concert this year: 'Haifisch'. Would be an amazing and appreciative nod towards the fans in regards to the support the band was shown last year.

'Zwitter': a banger to set the sexual ambiguous mood for the evening.

'Mein Land': Not sure if they every played this one live, but it would be a fitting song to get some summer vibes going.

for sunset rather fittingly 'Sonne'.

Off to the first proper segment, welcome to the 👻haunting hour👻: fitting for the upcoming night time, a creepy conglomerate consisting of: -> 'Wilder Wein' (I could write a whole chapter about this song, it's so captivating), followed by 'Spieluhr' -> 'Hilf mir': perfect for some new haunting stage show (maybe as a replacement for 'Puppe'; or to quote @wizzardclown: 'When in doubt, set Flake on fire') -> 'Heirate mich': preferably with some 'sliding on his knees/a rolling board'-Till -> to end this phase with a classic: 'Du riechst so gut' is an absolute MUST.

following: 'Rein Raus', some relaxing ASMR to lighten the mood.

Welcome to the next section: 🔥Some like it hot🔥, consisting of: -> 'Wollt ihr das Bett in Flammen sehen': camera focus has to be on Schneider. -> 'Asche zu Asche' with burning mics (!). -> 'Du hast' with its fire rockets (my favourite pyro in the whole concert) because no Rammstein concert can exist without this song, that's a physical law, and additionally Richard would be sad if he couldn't play it. -> 'Engel' preferably with the iconic wings (poor Till really has to go all in during this concert).

as a moment to take a breather: Mutter.

'Deutschland': a song we all wait for, with a huge meaning, just overall a perfect piece - yet no remix this time, since we need the time to slide right into the next phase of the concert:

💗questionable on-stage actions and homoerotica galore💗, consisting of: -> 'Mein Teil', with dilf dad-dance moves AND several guitarist kisses (what better moment than the dick eating song for it) -> 'Zick Zack' with at least some sort of elaborate costumes, -> 'Feuerräder', for the perfect vibe with Flake riding on Till's back, neon tube ready to knock seven bells out of his tormentor (justice for Flake), additionally maybe Oliver skating with his roller skates which emit flames in the background and more guitarist kisses

after this breathtaking segment, how about some 'Anna'-sing along! Scream the name of your fave on the top of your lungs and show your love for him 💘

finally some unrealistic (as if the whole list isn't a fever dream already) wishes : 'Eifersucht' and 'Fellfrosch'. To finally give Olli's sick bass lines the stage they deserve 😤

2. some more outfit ideas

long hair Schneider with his handband, because this was a look:

leg belts for Richard 🖤

and last but not least, this is a PSA: If Frau Schneider makes an appearance and decides to grace us with her presence, consider everything on this list to be obsolete. Seeing the mother again would be the greatest joy of all, we don't need anything more 🙇🏼‍♀️🙏🏼

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Does Jareth know about Camp Jupiter? Does he realize what’s happening what Jason appears? Can he tell there is magic hiding his love from him? Can he tell who’s it’s from?

(I imagine Percy remembers Jareth vaguely, Hera tried hard to wipe him from the demigod’s mind so he wouldn’t immediately call him once Percy awoke. Percy remembers his face, the sound of his laughter, how happy the man in his memories made him. He starts remembering more after drinking the Gorgon’s blood but he doesn’t remember his name until his is fighting Polybotes. Let’s just say, he doesn’t need Terminus to kill the giant)

Jareth has had little reason to keep up with the Roman Pantheon. He knows there’s another camp, knows vaguely where it should be, but for the life of him he cannot get there. The magic that has pulled his Percy away from him shields him even now. Keeping Jareth from his side.

Once he would have been able to shatter it like glass. Once his rage at being denied would have threatened to topple Olympus where it stood but he has diminished much over time. Has become little more than fantasy. And one of his only true believers, his most devout worshiper that filled him with so much strength, has forgotten him.

He will not forgive this. Will not forget who it was who stole Percy from his bed, from the very heart of Jareth’s domain. Wars had been waged for less. Entire nations toppled.

His retribution will make that look tame should any harm befall Percy. His love’s gentle heart and the hazy half remembered feelings that tell him Percy is still out there somewhere, still thinking of him in some way even if he does not fully remember are the only things that stay his hand.

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Percy remembers wild blond hair and laughter. He remembers music and a sea of floating crystals. He remembers the smell of earth and leather and magic. He remembers joy and love. Even after taking the gorgon’s blood (something he is vaguely certain will make someone very very upset with him) he can only remember pieces though thankfully increasingly large pieces.

(Frank and Hazel are polite enough not to mention it when he nearly crumples in grief when he remembered a voice telling him they love him but can’t remember the face that goes with it. They are also polite enough not to smother him for his poor attempts to sing half remembered songs over and over again in hopes of jogging more memories in whatever downtime they can steal.)

It’s not until he is facing off against a giant on his own that he remembers the rest. That he remembers the Labyrinth and its king. That he remembers lips against his and his own focus breathing a name he knows Bette than his own.

A plea.

A prayer.

“Jareth.”

Familiar hands wrap around the Percy’s on the hint of his sword, and Percy screams as the two of them drive the blade home. Grief and victory and relief entwined as he savors the familiar warmth at his back. The familiar scent surrounding him. The familiar voice in his ear.

“Perseus.”

Frank and Hazel were kind enough to head off the other Romans’ riding the high of bloodshed and triumph, to give Percy another stolen moment. This one wrapped in the arms of his god, sobbing into their kiss as he reacquainted himself with Jareth.

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୨⎯ all mine: chifuyu matsuno ⎯୧

ღ pairing: sub chifuyu x gender neutral reader. bonten timeline.

ღ cw: explicit content. 18+. penetrative sex, feminization, mirror sex, exhibitionism, public sex. reader is a bit mean.

ღ inspo: https://pin.it/5xBSBu8

ღ wc: 1.7k

chifuyu can't help but spare you a worried glance every few seconds as glance around at your surrondings. you seem almost eerily calm; that is considering you were supposed to be mad at him. your precious boyfriend made plans to go to the mall with his friend's baji and kazutora without realizing earlier in the week he promised the two of you would stay in and watch movies on this saturday afternoon. truthfully you hadn't had the best week and were looking forward to being alone with your lover, but alas here you were accompanying the three men as they walked around the mall.

a small part of you felt almost envious of kazutora and baji, watching the two males walk alongside your partner - while you're left behind them. however, that dejected feeling in your chest wouldn't last long.

it started off as a harmless request; kazutora simply wanted to look around a clothing store. so the four of you strolled into the store, your orbs taking in all of the mundane colors. a mischievous grin pulls at the corner of your lips as a scarlet red color catches your eyes. you casually stroll towards the set, looking over the cute garment. you pick it up, holding it up and grazing your fingers over the soft yet voluptuous ruffles on the shoulders of the bra. the lace trimming adorning the chest of it is adorable. your eyes slowly drift away from the garments, dark orbs meeting with chifuyu's. a shiver creeps up his spine the moment his green orbs meet yours, the anxious feeling in his gut swelling. 

you beckon the male over and he swiftly comes towards you. you grab his wrist, pulling him into one of the dressing rooms before closing the door. "y-you're not still mad are you?" chifuyu inquires, letting out a weary chuckle. "of course not fuyu." you reply, cupping the males face with your warm hands. you press a tender kiss against his plush lips, the black-haired male practically melting at the feeling of your warm lips against his. "y'know i really am sorry jus' slipped my mind." he murmurs, jutting his bottom lip out slightly as his emerald eyes meet yours.

he really shouldn't look at you like that, it makes ideas blossom in your mind. nonetheless your hands find their place on his hips, pulling him closer as you press your lips against his once again. 

"you could make it up to me.." you suggest quietly. "how?" he responds almost immediately, you've got the poor man wrapped around your finger. "try this on for me." you request holding up the lingerie set. you can feel his cheeks start to heat up as he looks at the garment, almost flustered. despite the tinge of embarrassment lingering in his stomach,  he nods and takes the hanger from you. he turns around, giving you an expectant glance only for you to cock your eyebrow at him. "you're not gonna look away?" he questions, the blush on his cheeks seemingly growing darker by the second. "why would i? i've seen you naked before." you tease the boy, flustering him even further.

unable to come up with a witty response he ultimately decides to turn back around, beginning to discard of his clothes and changing into the lingerie. the black-haired male can practically feel your eyes boring into him. of course, you can't help but stare at your boyfriend; especially when he bends over to put the panties on, his pink folds on full display just for you. 

once he's fully changed into the set he stands in the mirror, your tall figure looming over him. just looking at the difference of your frames in the mirror arouses him, he feels meek under your gaze. "you look so pretty baby." you murmur against his neck, warm hands almost instinctively gravitating towards his hips. chifuyu doesn't even realize he's titling his head to the side, allowing you better access to his neck. he almost feels embarrassed at how easily his body submits to you, but truthfully this whole situation is demeaning. yet somehow he finds himself aroused at a time like this.

"you think so?" he inquires, he simply adores your words of affirmation. his breath hitches when you firmly grasp onto his waist and push his clothed cunt against the bulge in your pants. "of course." you whisper, plush lips trailing kisses along his neck. the smaller's emerald eyes flutter shut once again, focusing on the warmth sinking into his abdomen as your hands continue to roam his body.

"can you do something?" chifuyu mindlessly nods at your smooth voice. "mhm..w-wha..what is i-it?" "keep quiet f'me." the request barely registers in his mind until your fingers hook under the panties clinging to his waist. he abides nonetheless, green irises follow your hands as you gently tug down the panties until they're left dangling around his knees. there's a glint of worry in his eyes as they meet yours, the smug grin on your face has him questioning your next move. surely youre about to satiate the tingly sensation that resides in his gut right? 

"haaah!" the black haired male lets out a shamefully loud moan as you push your hardened member between his legs. the foreign feeling has his lips throbbing against your length. you're quick to clasp a hand over his mouth, hastily hushing him. "i thought you were gonna stay quiet fuyu.." you murmur as the corners of your lips turn upwards in amusement.

he's already whimpering out apologies before you can even finish your sentence, promising he'll keep his voice down. "i would hope so...you wouldn't want anyone walking in on you like this would you?" upon hearing your words he can't help but imagine such a thing, his cunt spasming at the thought. how would he react if someone where to twist the knob and open the door to see him being fucked like some cheap whore? in a changing room too? thinking about how humiliating and exposed he'd feel in such an instance has his mind clouded with arousal. 

he's only spared a moment of clarity when you begin to move, spurts of pleasure shooting through his body every time your dick rubs against his wet folds. the black haired male finds himself unsure of his feelings towards this new sensation. he's undoubtedly turned on by the feeling, unable to keep in the small whimpers and squeaks forming with every thrust. however he can't say he's completely satisfied with this, the poor man wants to feel you inside of him.

sadly he's not able to voice his desire, his head growing fuzzy as you continue to fuck his thighs. his pretty pussy longs for you, desperately craving the feeling of you filling him up. unable to keep his composure, chifuyu finds himself leaning against the mirror. his shaky hands press against the cold mirror, staring at his contorted face as a small spot of fog forms from his rugged breath. 

his green orbs eventually drift a little lower towards his needy cunt, jutting his lip out. what should he do? he so desperately wants to feel you inside of him but he doesn't trust his voice enough to ask. tears sting the corners of his eyes, your poor boyfriend is so frustrated. why won't you just relieve him?

"why're you crying fuyu?" your soft words tickle the shell of his ear. "i-inside.." he whimpers quietly. "you want me inside?" he nods, a couple tears wetting his red cheeks. "i dunno if you deserve it." you tease quietly. "please i'll do anything!!" "do you think you can keep quiet baby?" "yes yes i promise..j-just please...." 

you can't help but crack a smile at his pathetic begging. finally deciding to give your lover a break you press the head of your dick against his hole before pushing your girth in. chifuyu's already a mess under you, a cacophony of moans spilling from his lips. you begin to roll your hips at a rather slow pace,  clutching into the smallest hips for stability. "fuck you feel so good..." you groan against his shoulder as you continue to thrust into him.

the sound of skin slapping and chifuyu's moans mix together, creating an exuberantly erotic scene. keeping quiet seems to be a measly thought lost in chifuyu's fuzzy mind, his voice growing louder every time your dick plunges into him. even if people in the store can hear him he doesn't seem to care, nothing lingers in that pretty little head of his except reaching his orgasm. immense pleasure racks his body, making his limbs tremble like faulty leaves. alas it doesn't seem to be enough, the heat swirling in the pit of his stomach almost insatiable.  

"keep going...g-go mmph—go deeper..." your boyfriend whines breathlessly. after teasing him so much that's the least you can do right? you of course begin to roll your hips into him a bit more swiftly, mushroom tip pressing against that rough patch of nerves. chifuyu's jaw goes slack, any noises caught in the back of his throat. his hips almost instinctively begin to grind back against your cock, adoring the feeling of you rutting against his sensitive bundle of nerves. 

your relentless and harsh thrust piercing his g-spot along with his desperate movements sends him spiraling into an orgasm. his body trembles violently as his orgasm finally washes over him and the uncomfortable knot in his stomach subsides. in his post-orgasmic high chifuyu remembers where the two of you are, embarrassment replacing the heat that swirled around in his gut just moments ago. he lifts his head to look at himself in the mirror, growing more flustered with each passing second. 

it's crazy how wrecked the poor boy looks after an orgasm. his black locks now are disheveled and stick flat against his sweaty forehead. tears cling to his pretty long lashes, face fully flushed a deep shade of pink now. gasps and pants spill past his swollen lips, a thin string of saliva dribbling down his chin. 

"y'know, i still have other things i want you to try on." you tease the boy playfully, watching as his bright green eyes widen in fear. chifuyu's poor cunt was already twitching and throbbing from overstimulation, he'd barely be able to walk by the time you're done with him. you can't help but let out a chuckle at his response, pressing a kiss against his lips.

a/n: hey....how yall doing? lol mb i didnt mean to disappear not that you care but yeah sorry. hope u enjoyed and i hope you're doing well. ily bye <3

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you know how sometimes in zoos where they have a wild animal paired with a support animal (like a dog paired with a cheetah) or in shelters where animals must be adopted together rather than be apart bc they’re bonded and help each other calm down? what about that in the shadow realm? like a vintage support program?

idk why but the only pairing i can think of rn is bette davis and claude rains lol - poor guy is constantly getting put into the overturned laundry basket of shame bc of how much attention he gets but bette is there to help him cope with overstimulation :(

(they were besties in real life and she absolutely adored him lol)

sorry if this sounds weird but my brain wouldn’t shut up about it

i have nothing to add to this ask other than. yeah. adding that to the lore