#BENNIE PRYOR

[celorangeine]

haiii guys... bully OC stuff 😁 here are my poor attempts at trying to make them look like they're part of the game. and then some facts

[crayzdyaln]

HELLO!!! @celorangeine!!!! I DREW BENNIE AND YUUDAI FINALLY!!! They were so fun to draw. I feel like i made Yuudai look all sunshine and rainbows, which wasn’t my intention, but here’s a slightly happy Yuudai.

I wanted to draw a small interaction doodle of Vohn and them but i messed up like crazy, so i doodled a small smoking Vohn. Just pretend they’re with him in your mind…

[adios7oreador]

hiiii 😎😎😎😎 hope you don't mind....can you draw my oc (bennie and/or yuudai) ? !!! I think our ocs would get along well!!!! 😜😈

I was waiting 4 this... (i was 'bout to draw yuudai too but i need to sleep haha)

[floort]

HIIA erin and bennie interaction hcs...? 🤗😆

AGGGHHH IM SO FLATTERED YOU SENT IN AN ASK!! ABSOLUTELY ID LOVE TO MAKE HCS FOR THEM

Sorry in advance if this is too short or Bennie is ooc! He's still so cool ily Bennie... /POS (also I swear I'm still gonna draw him...the lack of motivation is just kicking my ass atm 😔)

- Bennie and Erin have such a complicated relationship at first. It's mainly one-sided on Erin's part though. She doesn't like how loud or how much of a numbskull (/aff) Bennie is

- It starts to change when she starts to take the time to actually learn about him (though it's most likely because she can't seem to get away from him HSJDHDJFHGY). Over time, she actually does start to enjoy his company despite the fact he hangs around the jocks a lot. They probably rant about the bands and music they listen to (I doubt they'd like the music the other listens to but I feel like they'd try to listen to it anyway just so they could have more to talk about).

- The fact he can play the electric guitar AMAZES her. She doesn't really care if he's considered mediocre - she still finds herself being so jealous. She tries to learn everything she can from him if he is willing to teach her anything (though I don't think they'd get anywhere...it'd seem like it for maybe a second but then they both get extremely distracted and completely forget about it)

- I feel like they'd develop a sort of older brother and younger sister dynamic, with Erin always looking up to Bennie in some way. She'd consider him to be so cool,,

- Bennie gives Erin the stupidest nickname. She has to beg him not to use it when they're talking to other people HSHDJFHSJJGG (he forgets and uses it anyway)

[celorangeine]

OH WHAATTTTT!!!!!!!;!!!!

Sketch dump 4 of what I stumbled on in the OC storm !!

In order from left to right:

-> @flip-the-rat's Greaser sweetheart, Dolly

-> @obriganeatspeople's Yuri who I'm so curious to know more about

-> @wolfxplush's scary (and secretly soft) prefect OC, Lovette [WOO PREFECT OCS MORE CHEERING]

-> @lyalyagushkina's Holly who was the catalyst for this OC board, I love that girl

-> @redninjaoutfit's Colt De Luca who stole my heart instantly

-> @celorangeine and BENNIEEEE !!! What more needs to be said? it's Bennie !

-> @gordismybabygirl's Oliver on a cheeky shopping date with Gord..every yapper needs a listener ',:]

-> @namranii's beautiful girl, Harin ! She deserves the world, oh best girl you

-> @jimothy-hopkins' Chris Kelly, again. I need to preface how I have a soft spot for Jock OCs especially the ladies. I adore her

-> @fugochka-blog and the Art, not the artist, Donny. I had to sauce out on him, he's such a model did you know?

-> @calciumdeficientt and my favorite fratboy that's actually a surfer girl, Lenora. I could successfully defend her with my life and then she'd proceed to choke on a bottle cap (I died for nothing)

There's sososo many more amazing characters out there that I wish I had more time to include but with uni around the corner, it may be a while until I can pump out another one of these. In the mean time, consider dropping a tip on my Ko-fi and keep a look out for when comms open again! thank you all for your patience <3

[joshhaden]

The saga of Charlie Haden's soundtrack for Richard Pryor's Jojo Dancer, Your Life Is Calling, and other doomed projects, by me.

[yall-batman-fanfic]

Dreams and Reality | Bruce Wayne/Batman x Reader!Magician ft the Sandman [Part 1/3]

Synopsis: The holidays are coming and as the Batfamily prepares with gifts and decorations, John Constantine knocks on their door with a surprise. 

~ Star City, 20th Century ~

Madeline Pryor could feel the shift in the air. After nearly a century, she could feel his presence once again. In the cold dark night of Star City, Madeline breathed out the name of her beloved, “Lord Dream.”

From the shadows, the figure appeared donning black robes. He strolled from the dark streets and appeared to her under the light of the lamp. He has not aged since she last saw him three-hundred years ago, since the day he saved her from the pyre and then left her in that hut after she had sent Gisella Sinner and her daughters to a brutal death with those likes she cried out.

“Madeline Pryor,” Dream said, her name still the same as he did so before. “You have not aged a day.”

“I did not feel you, Lord Dream… for a long time. I thought maybe you had decided to abandon me but then the winds changed.”

Madeline stepped towards him. “You are in pain… what has happened to you, my Lord Dream?”

Dream kept silent but he did not retract from her touch. He welcomed them, her arms, her breath, the kiss on his cheek. How he missed the sound of her voice, the warmth she gives.

~ Somewhere in New York, 20th Century  ~

“Alright, Vivian, time for bed!” 

Seven-year-old Vivian only glanced at her closed bedroom door and returned to her book. It was a fascinating book with colorful pictures of knights, kings, princesses, witches, and dragons. Her mother just bought it yesterday after coming home from a long day at work, since then she couldn’t put it down. The door of her room opened, and standing there with her hands on her hips and tired look on her face was Madeline Pryor. Her mother.

“I said, go to bed, Vivian,” said Madeline. “I’m tired, and I still have to do the dishes and prepare food for Benny’s poker game.”

Vivian frowned. Benny was her mother’s current boyfriend. At the young age of six, she already knew what an asshole was, and Benny was the posterboy of that word. She wondered why her mother even stays with him.

“Why doesn’t he make the food?” Vivian muttered and returned to her book.

“Vivian.”

She ignored her mother.

“Vivian. Close the book and head to bed.”

“Why bother sleeping when he’s going to keep me up all night with the noise?” Vivian muttered. “Why does he play at all when he always loses?”

Her mother closed the door of her room and locked it. Benny didn’t hear. He was too busy drowning in his eight o’clock show. Madeline went to her bed and took the book from Vivian and placed it on the bedside.

“Don’t ever say that to him, alright?” Madeline told her. “Do you understand, Vivian Pryor?”

Looking at her mother, Vivian saw the panic in her eyes, and nodded. “I promise.”

“Vee.”

“I promise!”

Sighing, Madeline brushed her daughter’s hair, untangling the ends and massaging her scalp. The sight of her daughter’s smile made her forget about the fear and that shitty poker game she needed to prepare for. “Come here, spitfire, let’s fix this before you go to bed,” Madeline pulled her daughter to sit up with her back to her, and started to braid Vivian’s long auburn hair. She started to hum, which then had Vivian singing along.

“Why don’t you just use your magic to make the food?” Vivian asked.

Madeline paused in her braiding. “Because if Benny sees that I can use magic he’ll call the authorities and we’ll be on the run.”

“Then do the same thing that you always do. Poof them away.”

Madeline frowned. “Not everything should be solved by magic, Vivian.”

“Why don’t you ever use your magic again, Mommy? I miss seeing you use your magic.”

“I do too,” Madeline whispered. “But I don’t want to.”

“Everything was easier with it.”

“Well, you can’t always depend on it. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because not everyone believes that magic should be here. There are those who… there are witches who were burned in the stake for having them. Some drowned. Some hanged…” Madeline frowned at the memory. “Like your grandmother and your aunt… so, do not use your magic when there’s anyone around. But you can always use it when I’m around.”

“Okay,” Vivian whispered. “Ever since we visited that man, Papa Midnite, you stopped using your magic.”

Madeline finished with her work and had Vivian lay down in bed. “You are too smart for your own good. You know that?”

Vivian smiled and held her mother’s hand. “Stay here tonight. Please?”

Madeline had every intention to. “I’ll come back after I make their food. Go to bed, Vivian.”

“I will.”

Madeline leaned down and pressed a kiss on her forehead. “Go to bed, and pray the Sandman gives you good dreams that take you away from this place.”

“Away from Benny’s poker game.”

“Yes.”

“Goodnight, Mommy,” Vivian whispered and turned to her side to sleep.

Later that night, after setting the table for Benny and his friends, Madeline Pryor entered her daughter’s room where she locked the door, pushed the drawer against it, and drew over the fading protection seal on the washed-blue paint on its surface. She sat on the edge of Vivian’s bed and kept a hand on her daughter as she held a bat to keep anyone from getting to them, and a pendant that would keep anything from taking Vivian from her.

No one was taking her girl. No man, and no Endless.

~ Now ~

Three major encounters with the divine, the damned, and time and space in a year. Constantine more than had his fair share of those three and needed a break. Sure his everyday consists of battling demons, betting on his soul with them over a game of poker while dragging along Jason Blood, and some consultations for the Justice League as long as Zatanna or Vivian were present, but being called to the – as he calls it – boy-scout Tower in space, he had a quota and he’s – rather, they – have reached it. 

Mammon may be a year ago but the night called Battle of Angels and Demons by the Flash was still fresh in his memory. How could it be when he literally saw his ex-girlfriend and now best friend be possessed by a demon, butchered by an angel, and he literally unsealed her powers so she could be reborn and brought back to life.

Then there was the case with the JLA which he and Zatanna worked on about Destiny. 

Then the latest one, which happened months ago, involved traveling back in time, specifically in the 18th century, to rescue Batman who was zapped there by Darkseid. That adventure may have solidified his relationship with Vivian and Batman as a close friend, but still. He would rather come to that Manor for a pint than a life-threatening mission. It also gave him a good reputation in the Justice League. Which was not his intention. Now they were inviting him to join their little hero-club! 

First thing that everyone should know – and Vivian knows this very well – John Constantine is not a hero. 

John Constantine is the type of person who will kill his other dimension-self to save his arse from getting killed. 

So as he finished an exorcism for a priest he knew in London, which involved some noble woman who is the King’s fiftieth cousin/niece seventh times removed – he doesn’t really give a shit – and some American football star who turns out to be a demon, he told his priest-friend, “that’s it, John Constantine is going on a vacation! So make sure to tell those bastards below to not do anything that would piss me off, got it?! And tell everyone in mass to pray extra hard!”

It’s official, John was on holiday. Good thing too because the holidays were also coming close and he’s got a couple of invitations for him to attend to. Zatanna invited him to her place to celebrate days after her special holiday show, and Vivian and Batman invited him to join her ever-growing family for holiday dinner. He could pop by Wayne Manor for a drink, some takeaways, Alfred would always pack him a little doggy bag with a bottle of scotch from Vivian, then go to Zatanna’s show.

If only that were easy – and it should – but he was John Constantine and he is never given a day off in his life. 

The man standing by the broken lamp post was pale as the moon, he wore black clothing from head to toe, which made him look like some black and white TVcharacter too. 

“John Constantine,” he called for him.His voice sounded ancient that was a cross between a narrator of a dream while still holding the horrors of nightmares. A voice that goes beyond time. It brought chills down John’s spine.

“I think you just missed him, mate,” John walked past him and lit his cigarette.

The man appeared before him again, this time blocking his path, and above them a raven flew around. “John Constantine,” the man said again. “You are just as stubborn as your ancestor.”

“What can I say? It runs in the family – if you didn’t get the message, mate, I’m on holiday. I already got more than enough demons and angels and whatever the fuck you are.  See you next year!”

“We have business, you and I,” the man continued.

“Get in line! The lot of you always say you do!”

“Vivian Claire Pryor.”

John stopped on his tracks. Turning to the man, John glared at him, “I’m telling you now. Stay away from Vivian Pryor. Do you understand? Unless you want your sorry immortal-arse turn to cosmic dust.”

The man approached him. “I need to speak with Vivian Pryor.”

“Everyone does.”

A smirk came to the man’s face as he said, “You still do not know who you speak to, Constantine. Your relative was quick to identify me upon our meeting.” Not exactly true, but when Johanna Constantine did learn his name she knew immediately who and what he was.

Looking at the man, Constantine turned to the sky where the raven continued to fly above their heads. 

“Endless,” John concluded. “Not just any Endless too, Lord Morpheus. Dream. Where’s the sand, the ruby, and the helm?”

“In my possession.”

“What do you want with Vee? Better yet, what do you want with me?”

“You were quite close with her, yes?”

“Jealous, mate? Then you’d be more jealous of her husband. Big man, wears a bat costume.”

“I am not interested in Vivian Pryor in such a manner. My concern for her is beyond such a thing.”

“What is it then?”

“There are those who find her existence an abomination. She is in danger.”

“Why would they —” brown eyes that almost looked like darkness. John cursed under his breath. “Bollocks!”

~*~

Gotham in the holidays is just as chaotic as Halloween. But unlike Halloween where it only happens for one night, this goes on for at least a week before the  holiday itself. Vivian remembers clearly the first Christmas she spent in Gotham, she was homesick then and had not enough money to eat in a fancy restaurant. So she spent the day volunteering at the Martha Wayne Foundation by handing out food and clothes, and after that she went to a local bar that serves good food and drinks. She called her family to wish them happy holidays and that was it.

The past holidays started to be filled with fun as she had Christmas parties with colleagues and friends, and now she celebrates the holidays with her family. A family she never thought she would have nor share the traditions of going through the war of shopping for dinner and gifts with.

Of all her adopted children, it was Dick who had the patience to go through the troubles of Christmas shopping. Maybe it was because they developed this tradition ever since he came to Wayne Manor and became Bruce’s ward. The first Christmas he had there, Vivian invited him to join her to buy gifts and food that they’ll prepare for dinner. At first he hated it, absolutely hated it, he was tired after that day, but as he got older he looked forward to coming to Gotham so he could help out Vivian on the list of things she had.

Which was where they were now. Walking out of the shopping district where Riddler set a huge riddle fiasco inside. Batman’s got it covered, along with Robin and Orphan, which let Dick and Vivian to leave the place with their purchases and a long and dragging sigh.

“Gotta love Gotham in the holidays,” he mused.

“It’s not the holidays without the Riddler turning the toy store into a real life Five Nights at Freddy’s,” Vivian sighed. “I hope Bruce and the others are okay.

“They are. Don’t worry about it. They’ll be back home before we even get through this traffic.”

Dick was right about traffic. He and Vivian arrived at the manor thirty-minutes later than Batman, Robin, and Orphan. Upon reaching the driveway, they were met outside by Bruce and the others who went to help with bringing everything inside.

“Are you both alright?” He asked her.

“Yeah, nothing we can’t handle. I’m sure you’ve seen Eddie now, so no point in giving his message,” Vivian said.

“What message?”

“He told me he wants to wish you a happy holiday and that he says hi.”

“I’m not sure if I should be happy about your casual relationship with the Riddler.”

“It’s more of an acquaintance type of relationship.”

Coming inside, Vivian smiled at the sight of the decorations that everyone helped in setting up. The first time she had Christmas in the manor, she was surprised by Alfred with the festivities and wondered if she went to the right manor in Gotham because, in her words, “this looks like a mini Christmas Village”, and as of now Alfred still has the knack for making the place look like a page torn from Charles Dickens’ Christmas Carol. Which was fitting since Wayne Manor has all the remnants of the past, with the present bustling with life, and the future of… actually, the only thing that reminds Vivian of the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come was her husband whenever he comes home from patrol in the snow in his Batman uniform.

“Ah, welcome back, Mrs. Pryor!” Alfred greeted them.

“Hello, Alfred, sorry we’re late. Dick and I got stuck in traffic,” Vivian told him.

“Not to worry, Ma’am, all is well. I have prepared snacks for everyone while I whip up some dinner.”

“I’ll help –”

“No need, please relax in the study with this,” he handed her a glass of scotch. “You have already tired yourself with the shopping, which was supposed to be my errand for the day.”

“Alfred, you’ve already made this place a holiday wonderland, I should at least do the shopping and the cooking.”

“No offense, Viv,” Tim spoke. “But we all know that Alfred makes a mean pie. Even if you agree on that.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll just start with wrapping the presents then,” she snapped her fingers and had the bags of presents sent to her study before any of them could get a peek on what they were getting. “I’ll be in my study if you need me. And don’t try to find out what you’re getting. I placed a glamor on each of those.”

They all groaned in disappointment.

“I’ll help you in wrapping,” said Bruce, joining her at the stairs.

“How come he gets to see the presents?” Jason called out.

“Because it won’t last long in any way, why bother prolonging the inevitable, right?”

Another groan from them all, making Vivian laugh and pull Bruce up the stairs and before they disappear into the hall she said to them, “Mrs. Clause won’t be the north pole helping with making gifts!”

“VIV!”, “MA!” “MOM!” They exclaimed at her and she laughed loudly as she dragged Bruce to the study and locked the doors. 

He wasted no time as he pressed her against doors and kissed her feverishly. “I missed you,” he said between kisses. He’s been busy for the past few weeks with trips around the world to see Wayne Enterprise offices, duties as a Justice League member, and for Batman’s cases. There was a time he didn’t come home for four days straight and the only time Vivian saw him was during a video call when he was off Earth. Floating in space. 

“I missed you too,” Vivian moaned as his hands squeezed her thighs, telling her that he was going to lift her up. She wrapped her legs around him, making her taller and easier for her to kiss. “Bruce, are you — hey!” She laughed as he hastily unbuttoned her shirt. “I’m not wearing it now!”

He hummed in disappointment but he still continued kissing her chest and down to the exposed parts of her breast. He brought her down a little so he could press his crotch against hers. It always sends a wave of electricity across her body. With that simple act he has her in the palm of his hand. She would be telling him – not begging, never begging – to stop messing around and bend her over the table if needed. 

“I almost wanted to,” she struggled to speak as he kissed her lips again. “Call you when Batman comes to stop the Riddler.”

Bruce laughed between kisses and finally pulled away. They both looked at each other, disheveled from the heated session earlier, flustered with raw lips, and Vivian’s chest covered with love-bites that made them both laugh at their behavior. 

One last kiss, Bruce said to her, “Happy Holidays, Mrs. Wayne.”

“Happy Holidays, Mr. Pryor,” Vivian replied and got down from his hold and took the floating drink from midair and went to where the shopping bags were, and Ace. They only noticed Ace’s presence now as the dog came out of his hiding place behind the couch. On its head was a kitten wearing a large red ribbon around its neck.

“Poor babies, we didn’t know you were here,” Vivian hugged the large dog and the kitten. “I’m sorry.”

Ace barked and happily licked her cheek, while the kitten, which she named Echo, happily purred and nuzzled in her arms.

“They didn’t seem to mind,” Bruce said.

“Still, it’s weird to know that our cat and dog were here the entire time.” Vivian finished her drink and went to the bags to start unpacking. “Yeah, just so you stop wondering which one is yours. I already bought it weeks ago, and hid it at my desk in the University. So just help me wrap these.”

Bruce sat on the ground with her and started unrolling the wrapping paper. Echo climbed onto Bruce's lap and laid there where she could get a scratch on the back or on the head. Despite having magic to help with the task, Vivian preferred to wrap her presents by hand. She mentioned doing it when she was a child and carried on the tradition as a grown up. Bruce had to remind her that at that time it was just her and her mother, then her father and brother and sister. But Vivian was adamant in keeping this certain tradition even if it meant wrapping presents for their family which has now grown beyond their fingers’ capability to count. 

But she’ll admit that she’ll use magic to wrap the other gifts to those who she’s not too close with, such as certain colleagues at work, her students – which she gifts with three pieces of biscuits. 

Sitting on the ground with Ace at their side, and Alfred the cat on his head, Vivian and Bruce wrapped the presents for each member of the family. They were halfway through when he asked her a question that he always does, “are your father and siblings coming over?”

“Not this time.”

“They never do.”

“What are you talking about? Of course they do!” Vivian writes Cassandra’s name on the present. “They went the last time.”

“That was three Christmases ago, Viv. And that was the only time they did since… five years ago?”

“Do you want them here?”

“Of course, I do. Adam and I are getting along, Olivia too. Oliver has always been nice and I remember you mentioning that he and his husband are planning on adopting a baby.”

“Yeah, they are.”

“I think we should see them and so you can greet your niece or nephew.”

“Our niece or nephew. But with the baby in mind, do you really think it’s a good idea to bring them to Gotham with what just happened at the mall? Remember the last time they were here?”

He does. “Joker thought it would be funny to have a bomb of Joker Gas go off at Christmas Eve at the top of Wayne Tower so everyone would be smiling and laughing.”

“Yes. And it was chaotic – I mean, you had to go and stop Joker, and I had to tell them that my husband is currently making sure that everyone gets out safely…”

“Then we go to them during the holidays.”

“I think it’s a little too late for that. We’ve already planned the dinner here.”

“How about after? We can take the jet. Take the kids – Adam mentioned wanting to meet them all, especially Cassandra. It would be a fun trip to Liverpool.”

“Remember the last time we went to Liverpool?”

Bruce sighed. “Mary, Queen of Blood.”

“Yes. It’s not that I don’t want us to go visit my family in Liverpool or them coming here, it’s just so sudden if we do. And we don’t have any intel to make sure that it’s not another case that we’re facing if we head to Liverpool.”

“I understand. But I do wish we could go there someday. The entire family. For a vacation.”

Vivian gasped teasingly. “You go on a vacation? The most workaholic person I’ve ever met? Oh no! Bruce, it’s too soon! Duke and I were just discussing about Geriatric Batman the other day –”

“Geriatric Batman?!”

“No, my love, please! It’s too early for retirement,” she laughed.

Bruce reached over the gifts and dragged Vivian to his lap, Vivian tried to get away by calling for Alfred the cat and Ace to save her but her husband had her in his arms and carried her off the ground. “Does this look like a Geriatric Batman to you?”

“A joke, Bruce. We were just messing around — wondering how long you’ll still be doing this… I mean, you’re not getting any younger.”

“Thanks.”

“It was just a thought…” reaching up, she brushed her fingers through his hair that had a white streak at the side. “But I do wish that we’ll come to that… retirement. The both of us here, old and gray. With Ace and the other animals.”

“I know,” Bruce smiled softly and kissed his wife passionately. “We’ll get there. I promise.”

“And I’ll do everything in my power to make sure that you do,” Vivian pulled him down to kiss her again. 

“Bruce! Vivian!” The door of the study was kicked open by Tim and Stephany.

“What is it?” Bruce placed down Vivian as they sensed the alarm in their tone.

“Someone’s in the living room. It’s urgent.”

~*~

“So, that someone is John,” Vivian said as she saw the man in the coat smoking a cigarette by the fireplace. Looking more worried than usual. “You could have said John, right?”

John threw his cigarette into the fire. “I told them to do that or else you and the husband won’t come down. Happy holidays, Vee.”

“The present that you can give me now is not a case, John,” Vivian sighed. “Please, we just want the closest-to-normal holidays.”

“I do too, I was looking forward to the pie and the other things Alfred’s going to make tonight and on Christmas Eve, but there’s something important that you need to know. I think it’s best if you have a couple of drinks in your system and you’re seated down when I tell you something.”

Before John’s magically levitating bottle of scotch approached her, Vivian waved it away and said to him, “I do not need a drink, and I do not need to sit down. What is going on, John?”

The man sighed and looked around the room. “I guess you also want to know?”

Jason shrugged. “What gave it away?”

“Nosy brats.”

“If you’re here to ruin the holidays we should at least know what for.”

“Constantine,” Bruce said, telling him to get to the point. 

“Fine. What do you know about your father, Vee? Not your stepfather but your actual Father,” Constantine began.

Taken aback, Vivian couldn’t find the words to his question and was silent for a time. In her place, it was Jason, Dick, and Damian who questioned him about why it is important. All of them knew of Vivian’s upbringing, how her mother raised her as a single-mom, moving from town after town in America until they got the money to go to England, where they settled in Liverpool. Not one mention of her father but for stepfather. As far as they and Vivian knew her biological father was simply a man who didn’t care. Her mother never seemed to tell her anything about him, so why bother knowing, right?

“Vee!” John pulled her back from her shock. His voice is commanding. “Tell me. What did Madeline Pryor ever tell you about your father?”

“I… she never did.”

“I doubt it,” John walked around the room as if searching for something. “Not even a profession?”

“No.”

“Did he ever go to prison?”

“How should I know?!”

“Constantine,” Bruce warned him.

“How about a song, did she mention a song? Was there a song she always sang to you before going to bed? Or a story?”

“John, I have no idea what the hell you’re trying to do. But if it’s to piss me off, it’s working.”

“How about your eyes, Vivian, did she ever tell you about that? Did she ever say how much your eyes looked so much like Daddy’s? Did she ever tell you that you’d see Daddy in your dreams? Or how about the tattoo, did she mention why she had to give a six year old that seal? ”

“You know why, John to keep this magic inside me, which by the way is this close to sending you flying across the fucking country.”

“What’s your point, Constantine?” Bruce demanded.

“Do it, send me across the bloody country. I dare you,” John marched up to her, towering over Vivian with his smug smile. 

“Constantine!” Bruce tried to push him away but a wall was built between him and them. 

In fact there was a wall that kept the others from them, a dome, which Vivian hasn’t noticed and will not notice as rage filled her eyes that were slowly turning gold. Good. He just needs one more push. One more to get her to blow up, like she usually does whenever she is angry. But this time he had her in a contained environment.

“Forty years and you’re still crying for Daddy, aye? Still gets on your nerves whenever we talk about him. Is that what this is about? A make believe for you to fill that hole in your heart because you never met him? I mean, look at this, the husband is – well, he’s not a spitting image of him but he’s got the look. The color black seems to run in the family. The kids too. Good job in keeping them alive, yours never really knew how –”

“Into the light, I command thee!”

Here we go.

John cast the spell to protect himself from the bright flames. With his arm shielding his vision from the blinding flames he reached out to the purest form of the Phoenix that floated before him and cast the spell. “Corporis et animi capio imperium tuum!” Now holding Vivian’s mind and body, he closed the gates that opened for the Phoenix: “Back to the darkness, I command thee.”

In an instant Vivian was back to her normal self, the steam of her magical fire exhumed from her body, and only her body. The place where he had contained the fire was left untouched. 

Removing the shield, Bruce went to Vivian’s side. He hissed at the heat she emitted and asked for ice or a cold blanket for her. Alfred and Tim were quick to get them.

“What the hell did you do?” Bruce got up from her side and grabbed Constantine by his shirt.

“Correcting a mistake. Actually, it was a back-job,” John raised his hands in surrender. “The seal was more than just to keep your magic locked up, Vee. It was also designed to keep certain entities away.”

“Evil entities – I told you that before,” Vivian accepted the ice pack.

“Not just that. Something that’s way out of our league. Just like what Gabriel said.”

“Gabriel?!” Vivian exclaimed. “Bruce, put him down – what does that fucker have anything to do with you pissing me off and almost burning my house?!”

“You’re not just some cosmic-magical being, Vee. This is about your Dad. And I did all this charade because he came to me and asked for my help to find you.”

Vivian scoffed. “He had all the time for the past forty years to do that, John.”

“It’s not that simply because Madeline Pryor made sure he can’t find you. Him and the others of his kind! You’re an Endless, Vee. A Child of an Endless.”

“What is an Endless?” Jason questioned.

John ignored the questions that came and focused on her. He was running out of time now, any minute he would arrive and things would just get more chaotic than it was now. Better he caused the explosion than have two primordial beings going head to head because of an ordinary family dinner.

“You know what they are — we’ve read about them, back in Liverpool. We read about them, we’ve heard about their existence.”

“No, that’s impossible. There was never an Endless who had children –” Vivian clutched her aching head. Bruce held her steady as she started to sway. So much was going on in her head right now.

“Think. Who of them was known to have fathered sons and daughters. At least one of them had a thousand names. Known in many stories and songs.”

Darkness came to the room of the manor and an ominous voice echoed in the living room. "Thank you, Constantine, you've done enough," from the darkness a figure emerged. It was a man with skin pale-white, eyes and hair black as the abyss, and robes that let him blend in the night.

He stood there, at the corner, without a care of the crowd as his eyes were fixed at one person in the room. No one dared to move in the room, normally they would immediately engage at the trespasser but this was not human. He may look like a human but they knew all too well that he was not one. His presence emitted something that brought a feeling of power they cannot take on. 

Batman has trained all of his Robins to have a backup plan for everything. Even against gods and Kryptonians, and demons now, but this was not in his lectures.

 "Hello, Vivian..." the man smiled. "Your mother placed a spell on you that would keep me from finding you in both the Waking World and the Dreaming.”

“The Dreaming…” Vivian swallowed. She observed the man before her but her gaze was stuck with his eyes. Deep brown eyes that twinkle in the darkness. The same brown eyes as hers. “Lord Morpheus,” she realized. “Dream.”

The man bowed his head. "I am Dream of the Endless, and you mentioned. And I am your father, Vivian Pryor."

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CANON!!1!!1!1!11

*Plays Return of the Mack*

Bennie promised to help graffiti the school and canceled last minute. DJ isn’t to pleased LMAO

this is a lazy doodle but I think I’m funny Bennie belongs to @celorangeine

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Part 10 - Incoming Text for Snoop Dogg (@SnoopDogg) and Common (@common) and Jim Jones (@jimjonescapo): “An Idea Worth 500 Million Dollars”

Question:

Could you provide a detailed overview of the film Harlem Nights (1989), directed, written, and starring Eddie Murphy? Specifically, I’d like information about the cast, producers, budget, movie studio, plot, and its commercial and critical reception. Please include any notable details about the movie's production and legacy. Thank you!

For more information, you can explore the following links:

Wikipedia - Harlem Nights – (click on the blue link)

IMDb - Harlem Nights – (click on the blue link)

ChatGPT Answer:

Here’s a comprehensive overview of the film Harlem Nights (1989), with all the details you requested:

Overview

Harlem Nights is a 1989 American crime comedy-drama film. It is notable as Eddie Murphy’s directorial debut and for showcasing an all-star cast of legendary comedians.

Key Details

Director, Writer, and Lead Star: Eddie Murphy wrote, directed, and starred in the film, marking his first and only directorial effort to date.

Main Cast:

Eddie Murphy as Quick

Richard Pryor as Sugar Ray

Redd Foxx as Bennie Wilson

Della Reese as Vera

Danny Aiello as Detective Phil Cantone

Michael Lerner as Bugsy Calhoune

Jasmine Guy as Dominique La Rue

Charlie Murphy (Eddie Murphy’s brother) in a supporting role

The film brought together three generations of comedy: Murphy, Pryor, and Foxx.

Producers:

Eddie Murphy

Robert D. Wachs

Studios:

Paramount Pictures

Warner Bros. Studios Filming took place on soundstages at Paramount Studios in Hollywood.

Budget: $30 million.

Box Office Performance: Harlem Nights grossed $60.9 million globally, doubling its budget and proving a commercial success despite mixed critical reviews.

Plot: Set in 1930s Harlem, the story follows Quick (Eddie Murphy) and his mentor Sugar Ray (Richard Pryor), owners of a popular nightclub. They navigate threats from gangsters, corrupt cops, and betrayals within their team while trying to protect their business and outsmart their enemies.

Critical Reception

The film received mixed-to-negative reviews upon release, with critics focusing on its uneven pacing and Eddie Murphy’s inexperience as a director. However, it has since gained a cult following for its nostalgic depiction of Harlem, its stylish production, and its iconic cast.

Eddie Murphy won a Golden Raspberry Award for Worst Director, but the film is remembered for its performances and ambitious attempt to bring comedy legends together.

Legacy

Harlem Nights is celebrated for its ensemble cast and representation of Black entertainers. It holds a unique place in film history as a rare project led entirely by Eddie Murphy, who paid homage to his comedy idol Richard Pryor.

For more information, you can explore the following links:

Wikipedia - Harlem Nights – (click on the blue link)

IMDb - Harlem Nights – (click on the blue link)

Here is the Trailer: Harlem Nights (1989) Trailer | Eddie Murphy | Richard Pryor

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A somewhat daffy book editor on a rail trip from Los Angeles to Chicago thinks that he sees a murdered man thrown from the train. When he can find no one who will believe him, he starts doing some investigating of his own. But all that accomplishes is to get the killer after him. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: George Caldwell: Gene Wilder Hildegard ‘Hilly’ Burns: Jill Clayburgh Grover Muldoon: Richard Pryor Roger Devereau: Patrick McGoohan Bob Sweet: Ned Beatty Sheriff Chauncey: Clifton James Mr. Edgar Whiney: Ray Walston Professor Schreiner & Johnson: Stefan Gierasch Chief: Len Birman Plain Jane: Valerie Curtin Rita Babtree: Lucille Benson Ralston: Scatman Crothers Reace: Richard Kiel Jerry Jarvis: Fred Willard Burt: Delos V. Smith Jr. Blue-Haired Lady: Mathilda Calnan Mexican Mama-San: Margarita García Conventioneer: Henry Beckman Conventioneer: Harvey Atkin Porter: Lloyd White Benny: Ed McNamara Night Watchman: Raymond Guth Engineer #2: John Daheim Fat Man #1: Jack O’Leary Fat Man #2: Lee McLaughlin Red Cap: Bill Henderson Cab Driver: Tom Erhart Moose: Gordon Hurst Waiter (uncredited): J.A. Preston Shoeshiner: Nick Stewart Conventioneer: Steve Weston Film Crew: Casting: Lynn Stalmaster Original Music Composer: Henry Mancini Executive Producer: Martin Ransohoff Writer: Colin Higgins Set Decoration: Marvin March Hairstylist: Joan Phillips Director of Photography: David M. Walsh Editor: David Bretherton Makeup Artist: William Tuttle Stunts: Alan Oliney Producer: Edward K. Milkis Producer: Thomas L. Miller Executive Producer: Frank Yablans Stunt Double: Jeannie Epper Stunts: John Daheim Stunts: Nick Dimitri Stunts: Bob Herron Director: Arthur Hiller Production Design: Alfred Sweeney Stunt Coordinator: Mickey Gilbert Production Manager: Peter V. Herald Production Manager: Jack B. Bernstein Stunts: Janet Brady Sound: Harold M. Etherington Movie Reviews: Wuchak: **_Drama, romance, crime, mystery, comedy, adventure, suspense and action on a train_** A book editor traveling from Los Angeles to Chicago by rail (Gene Wilder) supposedly witnesses a crime while partying with a secretary (Jill Clayburgh). He suddenly finds himself embroiled in a dangerous conspiracy. Richard Pryor plays a helpful thief, Ned Beatty a passenger, Patrick McGoohan a smooth art expert, Richard Kiel a heavy and Len Birman a cop. “Silver Streak” (1976) meshes Hitchcockian murder thriller with the amusing antics of Wilder and Pryor for an entertaining train flick. As my title blurb states, it expertly mixes genres into a fun and compelling rail ride. If you like train flicks like “Runaway Train” (1985), “Transiberian” (2008), “Train” (2008), “Night Train” (2009), “Beyond the Door III” (1989), “The Cassandra Crossing” (1976), “Breakheart Pass” (1975) and “Horror Express” (1972) you’ll also enjoy this one. It’s as good or better than most of ’em. It just includes amusement along with the life-or-death thrills à la the 80’s Indiana Jones adventures. The film runs 1 hour, 54 minutes, and was shot in SoCal, including Century City (studio), Union Station in Los Angeles, South Pasadena (New Mexico train stop), the Mojave Desert (the ranch with the plane) and Brea (the redneck sheriff’s office), as well as Alberta (the prairie scenes), Locust Hill in Ontario, Union Station in Toronto and Northwestern Station in Chicago. GRADE: A-/B+

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I drew your lil perv ❤️ ❤️@celorangeine

Im sorry these turned out so basic! I tried my best, im getting sick of my own art just from drawing so much oh shitt…

It’s canon he flirts up women with his feet btw! (We talked about it..)

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DID YOU GO THERE?

Help us name a lost Austin bar on East Sixth Street

Somebody should write a history of East Sixth Street.

To be fair, Allen Childs did produce the slender yet instructive volume, “Sixth Street,” for Arcadia Publishing’s Images of America series.

Crackling tales of Sixth Street turn up in books by Jesse Sublett, Michael Corcoran and Joe Nick Patoski, among others.

A comprehensive history, however, is waiting for an ambitious author.

(Don’t look at me. I’m busy finishing the fifth volume of the “Indelible Austin” series. Expect a box set by the end of the year.)

The subject of Sixth Street history came up again last week when reader Jess Airaudi asked Austin Answered about one of the many long-gone joints on the iconic way.

“I wondered if anything recent has come up about a place I had asked you about some time ago, a bar on Sixth Street near Congress run by two Lebanese brothers, ‘Benny,’ for one, which I think gave the bar its name, at least informally,” Airaudi wrote. “The long bar in front was popular, but it seems a back room was exclusive to highly-placed men who met there gathered round the potbelly stove to eat chili and spin stories. Maybe a poker game, too. I was invited in once in the mid-’70s. Any information would be appreciated!”

My first impulse was to consult Sublett.

If there was even a hint of illicit gambling, this master of Austin noir would know about it.

“I don’t suppose the guy was referring to JJJ’s Tavern?” responded the author of “The Last Gangster in Austin” and other deliciously lurid books. “It wasn’t that close to Congress but it fits the bill in several other respects.”

Airaudi replied that JJJ’s “brings back fond memories of many afternoons I spent with pals at the old ‘Three Hooks’,” but no, it was not the Lebanese establishment of his original query.

Later, Patoski had better luck: “Sounds like Benny’s Tavern, the last ‘men’s’ beer bar on Sixth, on the same 100 half block as the original Antone’s, OK Records, Moma’s Money, the adult book store and Catman’s Shine Parlor.

Margaret Moser broke the gender code and had a draw.

Soon afterwards, Pat Conway, a retired AP reporter, bought the bar and renamed it Don Politico’s.”

Airaudi responds: “Yup, that’s it. Joe’s ‘the last ‘men’s bar’ cinched it.

My young wife once entered to leave some cash as a surprise gift for me and my pals to celebrate getting my Ph.D. from U.T., and Benny and his brother had a good laugh at how timidly she peeked in at the door.

One other thing I remember, even as a ‘men’s’ bar, it was the cleanest, tidiest bar I’ve ever been in.

There must be pictures out there.

It would be great if some showed up. Go!”

The man in the Sixth Street picture.

That is my daddy!

Our exchange about a vanished Sixth Street bar reminded me of several Austin Answered columns from years past.

Two of them involved today’s featured photograph, taken by Hans Beacham in 1958, that appears to capture a part of Sixth Street’s palpable past, that included a jumble of nightlife, retail outlets and entertainment.

The following excerpt ran in a followup column about the photograph on Feb. 11, 2017 under the headline: “The man in the picture. That is my daddy!”

“Geneva Campbell Perius and Bill Campbell, both in their 70s, separately identified the man in a hat — turning and putting his right hand into his back pocket — as their father, the late Heber Campbell.

“Previously, reader Doug Dawson had quipped: ‘That fella looks like he’s fixin’ to draw.’

“‘He was reaching for his billfold,’ Geneva admonishes. ‘Not a gun.’

“Turns out that the elder Campbell, a stone and brick worker, loved walking the lengths of Sixth Street and Congress Avenue on the weekend.

“’My mother would go shopping at Scarbrough and Levine’s,’ Bill says. ‘My sister and I would go to a movie.’

“Geneva says the movie theater was probably the Cactus, located across the street from the Ritz and owned by entertainer Cactus Pryor’s father.

“She also names the young man walking into a bar as her brother, Arthur ‘Bubba’ Campbell.

“’Daddy knew everybody on Sixth Street,’ she says. ‘They’d go to Jo Jo’s place or Freddy Jabour’s.’

Either of those spots still open when Airaudi visited that bar in the 1970s?

What was Sixth Street before it was ‘Dirty Sixth’?

Since the question comes up all the time, I’ll include in the full answer to a reader’s question about Sixth Street’s history that ran in this column on Feb. 15, 2018:

The road east.

Called Pecan Street for its first 50 years, East Sixth Street was the dirt road to Bastrop, hence the principal route toward the most settled parts of Texas since the 1830s.

This roadway stood generally above the high water mark when the Colorado River flooded badly.

A second Main Street.

Other than Congress Avenue, Sixth Street was the most densely commercialized Austin thoroughfare well into the 20th century.

It hosted grocery stores, apparel shops, dry good spots, liquor stores, barber shops, furniture stores and movie theaters as well as saloons, restaurants and inns, including the grand Driskill Hotel in 1886.

Melting pot.

As Austin became more segregated in the early 20th century, East Sixth Street, along with Red River Street, was where African-American, Latino, Lebanese and Chinese merchants and customers could potentially mingle, although along one block, African Americans kept mainly to the north, Hispanics to the south into the postwar period.

Bourbon Street.

After World War II, as more residents and businesses moved out to the suburbs, East Sixth Street increasingly was lined was bars, clubs, brothels and tattoo parlors before inking was considered a near universal rite of passage.

Music Row.

By the 1970s, when liquor laws were liberalized, East Sixth Street was one of the primary magnets for live music, including the original Antone’s.

At the same time, against all odds, the first new downtown residents moved into the upper floors of the vintage brick buildings.

Electric Street. To

borrow a term from composer Sterling Price-McKinney, East Sixth Street became wonderfully electric and eclectic in the 1980s.

Waves of curious tourists, game day celebrants, old hippies, SXSW guests and offduty military personnel joined poets, comedians, entertainers, street food vendors and, for a while, feuding street gangs on this Avenue of Dreams.

Dirty Sixth.

We don’t know who first applied the adjective “Dirty,” as popularized by hip-hop culture, to “Sixth.”

Yet as Central Austin spawned a half dozen other, nattier nightlife districts, East Sixth Street acquired a reputation — embraced by some, reviled by others — for a certain level of intentional rowdiness.

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TV Guidance Counselor Episode 618: Henry Normal

All the way from the UK, this week Ken welcomes writer, poet, and television producer Henry Normal to the show.

Ken and Henry discuss his tea just arriving, what builders drink, Baby Cow, how being a poet was essentially the same as being a stand up in the UK, The UK's alt comedy revolution, Craig Charles, selling merch, punk rock, American stand up comedy, class based society, character comedy, Jack Benny, vaudeville, The Max Brothers, Mort Saul, Lenny Bruce, Richard Pryor, Working Men's Clubs, bad blue collar, racism, Dave Allen, Monty Python, Spike Milligan, not punching down, The Comedy Store, Manchester, nightmare gigs, The Black and White Minstrel Show, competing with slot machines, touring with Pulp, The Mock Turtles, Steve Coogan, The Young Ones, Nigel Planer, The Comic Strip, putting all your friends on TV, The North South Divide, being the reigning Daily Mail Young Comic of the Year, Packet of Three, Bamboozled, US v. UK TV, The Royle Family, US Remake of UK shows, Red Dwarf, working class people, The Rockford Files, Sgt. Bilko, Frank Skinner, the trauma that leads to comedy, deaths in the family, Caroline Ahern, Graham Duff, Dr. Terrible's House of Horrible, Marion and Geoff, Human Remains, Ideal, Julia Davis, Rob Brydon, Jonathan Ross, Alan Partridge, why you should always wear a suit, BBC3, Fat Boy Slim, Brain Candy, Alan Car, Robin Ince, Nighty Night, unlikable main characters, The Might Boosh, The Banana Splits, I Am Not An Animal, Peter Baynham, Canadian football fans, making ugly television, making good stuff, things that nobody will ever seen on television, Jessica Hynes, Lizzie and Sarah, Mr. Inbetween, hired killers, and how weird stand up comics are. 

Check out this episode!

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