#I can cancan too!

[fruitgoat]

Leftovers from the first vat of vegetarian (although now that I think about it, vegan) chili of the season.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

The other day I was reading about the “mail-order brides” during the Gold Fever/Gold Rush in USA. Men ordered/purchased a wife via mail, and one of the many reasons some of them did that was because of loneliness, and I couldn’t help but think “yep, that would be König”. Just imagine him living alone in his farm or ranch, he only goes to town once a month to buy essential supplies, hides his face, and barely socializes with folks. But deep inside he is just a lonely man who desires a family, and a woman to call his (and one who can help him with his… needs) But he is socially inept, so he takes the easy route and orders himself a wife, that way he doesn’t have to bother with interacting with other people and gets himself a pretty wife

Oh my god 💞

König wanting to wed and bed her the minute she arrives by train... She thought he would court her for a while before they marry, she thought they would do this decently, that they would get to know each other first, she’d rent an apartment from the small town and then decide if she wanted to live with him…

But he says everything’s settled, he already took care of everything, they’re getting married today and spend their wedding night in the saloon before leaving for his settlement tomorrow.

She’s too bewildered to even speak, so it's no wonder she gets herded to the altar right away, a pretty, meek little bride is just what König ordered! Gets wed to this giant hulking gold digger while still wearing her traveling clothes, the priest only looks drunk and bored as she peeps her vows. The man she's now wed to looks down at her with unbridled affection and curiosity, but soon enough, she catches him eyeing her waistline, her bust, the corset she wears feeling tighter still by his indecent stare.

He's far from a gentleman, and dresses like a weather-worn cowboy, and she suspected as much from the way he wrote and how unpolished his handwriting was. But at least he seems kind. If anything, he's smitten that she’s not some old hag who deceived him by claiming to be an unmarried young lady, that she is everything and more he wished for based on the few letters they exchanged.

The wedding is over in a few minutes, and there’s no coffee and cake, no party under some big tree, no relatives or friends to congratulate her on her wedding day. There’s only this huge, intimidating man who looks at her like she just dropped down from heavens, his eyes slowly sparking aflame with both softness and lust.

He takes her to the saloon to eat, and then she finds herself in a greasy little room upstairs, changing into her white nightgown, getting ready to sleep and only sleep, but her nightmare of a day is not over yet. Her hand flies over her mouth, she nearly screams as she turns around and finds this horrible man of lowly European descent thoroughly naked behind her.

She’s in so much trouble, that much was certain from the minute he saw this man, but seeing his… equipment in the dim candle light of the old saloon is too much after everything she's gone through. She's verily about to faint.

It’s just her luck to dream of adventures and a happy, exciting new life and then find herself thrown into the arms of some barbaric, foreign giant... He said he’s looking for a companion in life and hinted at being a little lonely, but men who wish to court a lady don’t do it like this: by dragging them to the altar and then presenting their cocks to them before even two hours have passed!

The rowdy noise of cancan downstairs is a filthy backdrop to seeing a naked man for the first time in her life, and she never knew male parts could be so... big. Or jumpy. Or leaky... This man is clearly serious about this commitment, and thinks there’s no need to get to know each other, she’s his wife now and they need to consummate the marriage right away.

He’s breathing heavily while grabbing that weeping weapon in his fist, telling her she’s more beautiful than he ever even imagined. He pleasures himself slowly while watching her try to cover herself in her thin, faintly translucent gown, and she still can't find any words – the man is behaving like a scoundrel or a highwayman, not at all like the sharp dressed, eloquent gentlemen she's grown used to in the city. The slick sounds of lewd fapping are accompanied by moans of how she’s the answer to all his prayers, and her hair stands on end, she feels like she’s walking on tar here in the distant frontier with nothing but greedy men and drunken brothel keepers around her, now face to face with a giant, throbbing cock out of all things...

She coldly orders him to sleep on the floor while she takes the bed – she’s not letting this nasty, hairy beast near her anytime soon, not when she still has her wits about her. Defeated when she won’t let him “consummate their love” tonight, the man withdraws to sleep on the floor with a sullen groan and a long sigh.

She never sleeps a wink that night in fear of finding him by her side, groping his way through her dress, but to her surprise this man only snores on the floor as if he's used to sleeping there.

Civilization is far away when he leads her to his shack the next day and shows her the first small specks of gold he has found, apologizing for the state of his abode so unkempt and unclean. She has to give it to him that he's indeed kind and doesn’t want to make her suffer unduly, because the table and the bench are wiped in a hurry before she sits down, as if she’s a queen visiting a humble subject. He makes her a bath next to the fire and washes in the water after her, giving her flirty, promising smiles throughout the whole splashy ordeal.

Before long, the giant cock is presented to her again as the man excitedly waits for permission to take her, telling her he has never seen anything like her, that she makes his heart run wild.

The only thing running wild in her sour opinion is his cock, bouncing up and down from the need to be inside her, nearly leaking seed on the floor she suspects she has to wash and scrub tomorrow anyhow as his wife. Evening after evening, she rejects his advances, but after a week or two, her will breaks.

She tells herself it’s only out of pity that she lets him finally crawl over her and lift her gown, that it’s only to stop the man from spiraling into madness that she allows him to test how nicely that thick, leaky cock glides through her folds.

“You’re wet, Sonnenschein,” he pants with happy excitement when she notices her swollen, sloppy state, then plunges his cock deep into his wet little prize with a filthy moan. He tells her she’s tight and hot, and takes her like she’s some kind of an angelic whore, falls panting all over her breasts when he’s sated and done, says that she’s his salvation and that he’ll do anything to make her feel at home here.

She feels exactly like a desperate mail order bride, lured here with the promise of a good life and gold, but when she starts to wait for him to come home instead of dreading the end of the day, that's when her hell truly begins.

It just won't do to start wanting him, to trick her heart to be content with whatever this is. To enjoy his "love" would be even more shameful than anything else so far. The truth of the matter is that she's tormented by a lustful, wild man who takes her on her knees or on her stomach like an animal while moaning about how tight she is, how soft she is, how he can’t concentrate at work because of her.

But when he groans that he loves her just before he cums, she feels a distant sting near her heart, a burst of a small bonfire somewhere in her gut from his words. Far from romantic, but so authentic and pure they’re ripped out of him with a pathetic, cry-like moan.

And just when her heart is about to turn and grow full with softness, he barges in and takes her standing, needy after work, deciding that she looks far too alluring while stirring the stew over the fire. His sunshine of a wife waiting for him with warm food and a soft little cunt, it's exactly like it was always meant to be in his dreams... He’s kind and attentive, but doesn’t know a thing about ladies and that they’re not supposed to be taken by the fire like this, but the dramatic pout on her lips turns into a helpless grimace before this animal has given her three full thrusts.

And it’s only by accident, she tells herself, that it happens. It’s only a coincidence that she finds herself short of breath and shivering, then crying with pleasure from the way his cock sails inside her, hasty and needy as if she’s nothing but a momentary relief for this man.

But she knows she’s far from that. He always stays after the hurried lovemaking – if you could call it that – swallows and tells her things that are supposed to be sweet, perhaps. He whispers loving nonsense in her ear with a stupid, quivering voice, tells her that she’s so tight he’s about to lose his mind. That she brightens up his life and makes this shack a home, a palace, even. That he wants to give her children and grow old together.

She prays the heavens to save her from such a future, but when she accidentally comes with his cock inside her, the man breaks down entirely. Repeats the awful, pathetic “I love you” until he comes, too, and sounds like a man who's getting his sould ripped apart from his bones. It’s sinful lunacy what he’s doing to her in that shack, and dares to sprinkle it with love out of all things, and she doesn’t know if she hates him, or if she loves him too.

Annulling this marriage is nearly impossible, and the sooner he gets her pregnant, the sooner she’s even more trapped, just like the poor rabbits this man lures into the snares placed around the shack. He spends every little speck of gold to buy her silks, satins and gowns, proper woolen scarves and soft little leather shoes, gives her a gentle kiss every morning before he leaves to wash gold. Every evening after meal, he praises her cooking skills and then takes her on the creaking old bed like she's a common whore. The silly, girlish dreams of being whisked away by a mysterious, romantic gentleman are somewhere far away when this giant spills his seed inside her with a thick, arduous groan, then proceeds to cover her in kisses too sweaty and hot.

“I know you don’t love me,” he whispers between the one-sided sucking and nibbling that’s about to make her cry. “But I will make you happy... I swear it, on my life.”

She can only stare at the ceiling, filled with the dancing flames of the fire as he falls asleep with his cock still inside her, the soft snore on her breasts both happy and sad.

[brujahinaskirt]

WAIT A SEC. I want to cut some credit to player drunkenness in rdr2 and how it works as a vehicle to reveal something about the main character of this story.

Usually drunkenness in games is played off for cheap laughs, and there are plenty of slapsticky drunken antics in rdr2 (LENNAY). But happy-drunk Arthur gives SO MUCH INSIGHT into his real personality, too -- even when he's being a giggling, property-damaging, cancan-dancing terror. When he's drunk, he forgets a little of his mean bastard enforcer mask, the primary role he must play in the gang, and his loving nature becomes laughably obvious.

[spoilers under the cut]

From his sudden determination to teach Jack mathematics to his declared affection for Hosea; from his worrying about Susan getting a break to his insistence that newer gang members are "one of us now"; from his innocuous little compliments tossed around thoughtlessly ("Mary-Beth! Sweetest outlaw in the West! Javier! Best-dressed outlaw in the West!") to his more genuine praise for Abigail's inherent goodness, drunk Arthur is a fuzzy but honest look at a truer Arthur, one who is not thinking about the part he must play in a criminal outfit. Strip that awareness of his station away, even if just for a while, and we wind up with an Arthur who is surprisingly fun-loving, sometimes downright silly, and who lives to fuss over and dote on the people around him.

My favorite moment, perhaps, is a tipsy interaction with Sadie in Horseshoe Overlook during Sean's welcome home party. Arthur meanders over to her, this woman who is not a gang member or a close friend at the time, but simply a grieving widow he doesn't know very well. And he and asks, loudly: "MISSUS ADLER. DO YOU NEED ANYTHING MISSUS ADLER. DO YOU WANNA DANCE WITH ME MISSUS ADLER."

And she just sounds so tickled when she says no thanks to this goofy-drunk gunslinger. And I think maybe, just maybe, watching big bad gang lieutenant Arthur slamming a couple bottles of whiskey and so transparently doting on everyone gave her some of the first laughter at the world she had in what must feel like a very long time.

In Chapter 6, Arthur can again approach Sadie while drunk, and he encourage her to smile. Sadie hisses you're drunk; no woman likes being told this, and on the surface, this seems like a proper Antagonize line. But then Arthur -- who knows he is dying -- says, blearily, to this friend he met at her lowest point of grief and who seems to be in danger of plunging even lower in rage, "I just want you to be happy."

Drunkenness is not a liquid clarifier. Often times, alcohol garbles and distorts a person's personality. But with a character like Arthur, whose heart is so poorly matched with his 20-year lot in life, drunk-writing becomes a powerful tool. It's a quick, non-transformative way to believably peel off the snarl he wears around for a while (without him knowing it), letting players access an easy, silly, soft interior that sober Arthur is much more guarded about showing the gang.

[callmeurbunny]

so u wanna be an “it girl”?

do u wanna be a miumiu esoteric lana del rey lily rose depp angelcore my year of rest and relaxation rococo painting coquette 60s french girl dior east coast chanel sylvia plath it girl? the lifestyle may seem exclusive, allusive, unreachable even (i mean, that’s kinda a major facet of the aesthetic/lifestyle) yet there is hope! regardless of your age, race, gender, health status, socioeconomic status, size, you too can be the it girl of your dreams!!

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

clothing:

the simplistic vintage vibes of the style are actually rather easy to thrift! simple sweaters, skirts, etc. tend to go for super cheap (especially in colder/temperate climate regions)

i’ve gotten some of my best pieces via hand-me-downs. my tiffany and co bracelet that i wear daily was a hand-me-down :)

estate sales are another great avenue for true vintage pieces that are unlike any other

tights of all sorts are great accessories. most pharmacies and general stores in the us and mexico sell women’s tights for super cheap and in a variety of styles. i’ve also found many unopened pairs at thrift stores!

knee socks are a great alternative, altough some may find them too youthful for their personal style. definitely don’t knock ‘em til you try em tho!! this is perfect option for people w/ conditions that require compression socks

beauty products:

the makeup is super simplistic and often a little messy. u don’t need much more than some pharmacy mascara, lip gloss, and brow gel. personal fav for the brows is nyx brow glue!

you don’t need fancy chanel or guerlain perfume to smell like a doll. dollar stores & wholesale stores tend to actually have excellent body sprays/perfumes. a favorite of mine is cancan burlesque by paris hilton, found at 5below.

some perfumes offer body spray versions with the same scent, just a cheaper price. my favorite perfume (pink sugar by aquolina) retails for $18 at walmart, yet you can find the near identical body spray version for just $7!

media:

podcasts on spotify are free & have no ads! one i love is nymphet alumni

many books that are cult classics (ie. the bell jar, lolita, my year of rest and relaxation) can be found in free pdf form online

soundcloud, youtube, spotify, and bandcamp all offer free music (although they have ads)

you can find old dvds or even vhs tapes of older films at the thrift store and newer ones are often available on youtube. there’s always sketchy sites like soap2day but i don’t want anyone to get crazy malware!!

[keicordelle]

For Better and For Worse

Momo

RE:VALE'S MOMO REVEALS SHOCKING SCAR?! A fashion mix-up during a live performance on Monday revealed a startling discovery about one of Japan's top idols: a 10cm long scar up his left ankle. Fans everywhere are wondering just what sort of injury might have left such a wound, and what it means for the future of Re:vale. Some wonder if the 25-year-old idol was hurt in the recent wire rigging incident reported on last month, while others speculate that this represents a far deeper and more grievous trauma. But one question looms large in everyone's mind: does this injury spell the end for Re:vale?

"'Fashion mix-up,'" Yuki scoffed, throwing the tabloid down in a fit of pique. "Your pant leg tugged up a few centimeters. That was hardly the scandalous striptease they're making it out to be. And that scar couldn't possibly have been from the wire incident; any monkey with half a brain could see that."

"They'll forget about it by next week. They always do," Momo said breezily. "Must've just been a slow week. We should've given them something to really talk about," he teased.

Yuki was still frowning at the magazine with its blurry photo of Momo's leg. "You've had that scar since well before you were an idol anyway."

"Honestly, I'm surprised no one's noticed until now! It's not like I really try to hide it. What's there to hide? Some really nice doctors fixed my leg and now I can walk again! I bet the fans would celebrate if they knew!"

Yuki chuckled at that, eyes finally lifting from that rude tabloid to land on Momo instead. "And it really doesn't hurt anymore?"

"Nuh-uh, I'm fit as a fiddle! I bet I could even do a back flip right now if I really wanted. Or the cancan! I could do the cancan!"

Momo's chatter was reassuring, and Yuki dragged his thoughts away from silvered scalpel marks dug into his flesh and shiny welts stretched over titanium-reinforced bone. Yuki knew all too well what scars could mean for an idol's future. But so long as Momo was determined to stay by his side, maybe their Re:vale's story would have a different ending.

[Ao3] | [Masterlist]

[beginning-writer]

I did dance headcanon and i am absolutely happy about it.

Yes you didn't read wrong. I was peacefully doing a ballerina drawn during one of my classes, and i remember that ballet dance was patented by the french. More specifically Louis XIV. And it's okay that ballet actually originated in Italy, but I'll politely leave that in the corner. With all due respect.

there is the unfinished drawning if you're interested:

Now, who else is french? Exacly. Lancelot du Lac. But i didn't wanted to do a cultural dance for Lancelot and the Ashfolk and leave Gawain, Squirrel, Pym, Nimue and the Skyfolk aside. They're a big, dysfunctional, but happy, family. So i decided to make a cultural dance for both of them and i'm going to explain why in this post. Which probably will be quite long.

The ashfolk and Ballet.

As i have said before, i know that ballet is not originally french, but italic. If you didn't know about this before, yes, ballet origins are italic. The dance came to France when Catherine de Medici married whit the King Henry II of France. but it was only patented by Louis XIV, the Sun King, years later, and it became popular among high society.

And i do know france have a lot more of cultural dances like: Cancan, quadrilha, gavotte, minuet and more. But reading each of them to try to fit it and not be stuck in the stereotype, i realized that, no, none of them actually mached whit Lancelot personality. And not just Lancelot. His family was incribably cristhian in the legends, and strict too, so the other dances didn't fit what i was looking for. So that's why i chosed ballet as the ashfolk cultural dance.

Lancelot/The Ashfolk and Ballet.

Now, when i talk about Lancelot in the weeping monk adaptation, the first thinga that came to my mind are his past abuse and his melancholy. Obviously how absolutely pretty he is too, but that's not the point. And whit the past abuse and scenes like: When Carden slaps him in the face because he asked for mercy for Squirrel; We see how he is constantly expected and forced to be rigid and up to standard one hundred percent of the time. Which, depending on which perid we see, matches whit how ballerinas were treated.

Most people from outside see the ballet houses - As we call from where i'm from - by the pictures and shows, but also by those overexaggerated pictures from internet where we see the ballerinas's foot and bodys badly hurted by the sneakers and the injuries caused. And a lot of people believe that ballet is like dance moms, I don't know if that's the correct name of the show, but that actually doesn't happen. I'm not saying it never happens, but it's not how you see or think. It's not just delicacy and elegance, but it's also not just demands and frequent pressure. As a former child dancer, I know that there is a lot of pressure on dancers, even children, and depending on which house you're from, you can end up having an abusive house where you are excessively demanded and overstandard.

Having explained that. Ballet is an elegant and graceful dance, but it takes time, strength and a lot of dedication. And of course, with many expectations about perfection and rigid routines and trains. Which matches Lancelot's personality perfectly. "Perfect" steps with elegance and lots of training and effort. The difference is that if Lancelot had had a ballet house, he would have ended up in an abusive one with obvious problems but which no one dares to comment on.

Lancelot doesn't talk much in the show or in the legends, and the ballet is not a play with words, but rather one where a story is told through music and movement, which is perfect for our darling who barely speaks.

Ballerinas at first don't wear pointe shoes, their feet were flat on the floor like in any other dance, but over time it was added to make the ballerinas look bigger and elegant, and Lancelot also fits into this, along with most French people.

Ballerinas' bodies are thin and yet very strong, and by the looks of Lancelot's as well. You can't look at my face and say that that man eats three meals a day healthily, that's a lie that not even the devil can forgive.

Ballet is known mainly for its elegant jumps, endless pirouettes and, as my little sister calls it and I think it's incredibly cute, "kicks in the air" - which would be the splits and opening the legs in pirouettes. Lancelot has a similar fighting style, with lots of kicks, somersaults and spins. What I particularly like to think of as an adaptation of his cultural dance to a fight. so he has at least something from home nearby every day, even if not in the best way.

Ballet pieces were formerly known for paying homage to Greek myths, love, nature and life. Which refers to the fey nature and how Lancelot became known for his love for Guinevere in the legends.

Everything mentioned is a way of explaining why Lancelot suits ballet better than the other dances I studied, even if I tried to avoid stating the obvious.

The ashfolk and ballet culture

Now listen to me carefully. Yes, bale is a very delicate dance that needs rehearsals and that wouldn't make sense in something like: Simple dance at a cultural celebration because the music was nice. But this can get solved.

For this type of occasion, I like to think that the relaxed ballet dance on lighter cultural occasions where they simply want to dance, could be in the style of Marianela Nuñez's dance in Don Quixote in 2013 in the first act, just more relaxed and with more improvised movements.

Their clothes would also be less elegant and more focused on comfort due to heightened senses. And of course, because they have a type of connection with fire, the clothes would be vibrant and with more handmade details attached to the clothes.

But when it was for the plays and presentatios they would use what we usually see in the ballet shows, but more adapted to their time and conditions.

Lancelot and ballet presentations i see him doing

Lancelot in the weeping monk have this melancholy attached to him. When you talk about the weeping monk the fist thing you'll say about him is: "He's depressed." And there is just so much presentations knowed for their melancholy and saddnes and death as their signature mark too! The most famous is Swan Lake, but i can also see him doing ballet plays like: Giselle, Sylvia and The Corsair, etc.

He would totaly do the black swan and you won't convince me the contrary; The act two of Giselle is totally him; I won't mention Corsair and Sylvia cause i cannot put into words what i'm feeling about both plays righ now, i'm still in the overcoming phase, but if you waavth it you'll get what i'm saying.

Scene time!

Squirrel was eagerly telling Lancelot about the cholheita ritual they would do next spring, telling him every detail about their dance and how Nimue, Pym and Gawain were excited about it and how incredible they would look prancing the gods in their traditional clothes.

The little one spoke like a rattlesnake without stopping to breathe, and Lancelot, as always, listened to everything without any problems with the one-sided conversation. At one point in the conversation, Squirrel changes the topic to how he would love to see other spring celebrations and other people's dances. And then came the inevitable question:

"Hey, what's your cultural dance? Do you dance?" Squirrel asks looking at him with those big curious eyes.

Lancelot wanted nothing more than to rigidly deny and end what he knew was coming in the bud, but the boy spoke so eagerly and with so much enthusiasm about the subject that he didn't have the heart to lie to him at that moment. He sighs and accepting his fate for the next few hours, responds. "Yes. In my village we danced ballet. I danced my share of times while I could."

"Ballet? like that delicate and elegant dance that makes you stretch to the maximum, full of jumps and things like that?" He asks with those eager eyes and fingers clenching in anticipation.

"Yes, that same one. I was a ballerina."

"That's so cool! You not only dance, you dance ballet!" Squirrel speaks excitedly, almost jumping from where he was sitting. Excitement was written everywhere on his body. "Oh oh, can you do that thing where you stretch your leg up there?! eh.. I forgot the name, but you know what it is."

Lancelot smiles at the boy's imminent excitement, almost enough to smell it. This was going to be a long evening.

Additions.

I thought about talking about the cultural dance I chose for the skyfolk too, but this post is already too far away so I'll leave it for another post. The dance is not very well known, but you will agree with me when you read the next post.

If you've read this far, congratulations, you're a champion. Thank you for your time and patience.

@lancedoncrimsonwings

[ofwhimsicaldreams]

some thoughts on the opening ceremony now that i slept on it:

it was slightly too long, and there were moments that were really meant as fillers. not good.

i hope none of the athletes will catch a cold, with all the rain that poured down on paris yesterday...

gojira was the best musical segment <3 it was so cool!! and i am so happy to see the french metal scene being represented like that, considering how thriving it is.

the drag queens were the worst part by far. terribly vulgar (but that's part of the requirements), sexual, and "dancing" (if it can be called like that) nearby children. i don't know who at the cojo thought it would be a good idea to have them onboard but they were terribly wrong. so bad.

the masked flamme-bearer was terribly cool though. the parkour through paris! that was so nice.

most of the musical segments left me pretty cold tbh, but there is a reason why i don't like to french music (which is that i don't like what's offered, apart from the punk/metal scene).

the french cancan was ridiculous, and, worst, out of rhythm. cringe.

you know what else was cringe? the throuple. boring, too.

it was nice to see the focus on notre-dame and the artisans of haute couture (even though it did feel a bit like an ad for lvmh, but as they're sponsoring...)

i didn't care for most of the (break)dancing either, but w/e

the minions were a choice, but then again, w/e

very nice to have opera singers!!! especially the one who sang la marseillaise wrapped in the national flag. that was utterly cool. loved it. (came second in my personal ranking, after gojira)

the ride on the metal horse on la seine was so metal (ahah) cool too. with the archives images of the previous olympics, it was really nice. it was as if a ride through time, as the personification of the olympic games. very cool. i've seen people on twitter saying it was the four horsemen of the apocalypse, which is one way of seeing things, but with the commentary on the france tv direct, i didn't see it at all. nevermind.

tony estanguet gave a very nice speech.

the final relay of the flamme between all the french athletes was so cool!!! i was a bit emotional by then, especially when they light up the vasque. lovely moment. that felt more dedicated to france than some of the "tableaux" of earlier that were more about clichés (the french cancan for example) or to "provoke" (the drag queens. seriously. why???)

céline dion being able to sing was a very nice touch. more moving for her than for me (covering edith piaf on the eiffel tower, like, honestly, cliché... again) but it's a sign her treatment is working, which is a very good thing for the people suffering from the same illness as she is. very nice.

la vasque being in a hot air balloon for the whole duration of the games is a pretty nice touch too.

overall it was better than i thought it would be, but there were some very cringe moments anyway. too much focus on the clichés associated to paris/la france overall as well.

[karolane-lewizz]

HORRID HENRY OC??? YES. (REMEMBER I'M STILL SCARED OF CHILDRENS UUUH IT'S CALLED AN OC FOR A REASON) <3

MERRY CHRISTMAS AS WELL!!

Name: Kooky Karolane

Aliases: Karo, Karolane, Idiot (by Horrid Henry)

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: Unknown, possibly same as Henry's age (IT'S NOT ME REMEMBER THAT :/)

Height: 3'8 (111 cm)

Species: Human/Demon

Sexuality: Pansexual

Appearence: Karolane is a young girl with pale skin, long brown hair with small ponytails along with pink ribbons, and black pins on her bangs. She has freckles on her cheeks, blue eyes along with small fangs, a tooth gap between her front teeth, and a missing tooth. She has a black ribbon as a choker. She wears a rainbow oversized sweater, with the kanji "夢" (meaning "dream" in Japanese) written on it. She wears a blue skirt, along with white socks and black shoes. She also has black painted nails and is a bit chubby.

Demon from:

Her clothes are the same, but she has purple skin, red eyes, small black horns with big black wings, a demon tail and sharped teeth.

Personnality:

Karolane is a kooky, mean, clumsy and a big troublemaker who loves to prank people, but is still mentally unstable.

Mental disorders: Karolane suffers from ADHD, PTSD, arachnophobia, depression, athazagoraphobia, social anxiety, school phobia, obsessive love disorder, schizophrenia, autism, bipolar disorder , insomnia, dissociative syndrome, Peter Pan syndrome, Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, hyperventilation, Balint syndrome and dementia due to a trauma when she was in a foster care, before living with Moody Margaret's family, she feels better and expresses her frustration and loneliness by being a troublemaker.

Karolane's interests:

Likes: Pranking, anime, ribbons, and Japanese culture. She finds solace in watching anime and mimics some of her favorite characters in her behavior.

Dislikes: Her mental disorders, being neglected/left out, jewelry, good manners, authority, and anything that seems "too perfect."

Relationships (REMEMBER IT'S AN OC NOT MY REAL SELF I LOVE SUNEKICHI NOT HENRY):

- Horrid Henry: Crush (OC)

- Perfect Peter: Friend (sometimes)/Target (for pranks)

- Moody Margaret: Adoptive Sister/Frenemy

- Aerobic Al: Frenemy

- Rude Ralph: Best Friend/Close Friend

- Brainy Brian: Frenemy

- Sour Susan: Enemy

- Gorgeous Gurinder: Enemy

- Singing Soraya: Unknown/Possible Friend

- Weepy William: Best Friend/Crush (OC)

Trivia:

◾ Karolane is the shortest of the class.

◾ Her birthday is the 4th of September.

◾ She's a borderline sugar addict.

◾ She has a soft spot for kittens, Weepy William and anything Japanese related.

◾ She sometimes uses Japanese words, sometimes calling Mrs. Battle-Axe a "baka" ("idiot" in Japanese).

◾ She can easily be picked up.

◾ She's a cosplayer.

◾ She's dumb, but pretends to be innocent as well.

◾ She feels bad for Weepy William, and would sometimes comfort him.

◾ She doesn't like being with girls at all.

◾ Her French name is "Karolane Cancane".

◾ She can sing any heavy and dark metal song.

◾ She sometimes wants to do concerts after school.

◾ She can't swim.

Hey, why not do a small comic of my Horrid Henry OC and the characters by the wayy. x3

Bye byeee

[2manyfandoms2count]

Hi!!! 👋 It's been a long time since I spoke to you! Have you seen or visited the Paris 2024 Summer Olympics' Opening Ceremony today?!?!? If so, what's your opinion of it, what are your favourite performances/sequences, favourite moments, favourite costumes, favourite ceremony outfits from any country, and the coolest thing you've ever saw during the event? Your own accounts of the events and internet documentation (YouTube clips, memes, internet reactions, etc) counts, too. Besides, I wonder how you and everyone else you know celebrated or reacted in your experience?

Either way, I hope you have a good day! Good luck on the Olympics spirit and inspiration! Do it for Ladybug and Chat Noir!!!

Hiiii, it’s good to hear from you!!

I have personnally been lucky enough to escape from Paris for a few days, but I watched the ceremony on TV! I think it’s probably the best way to watch, even if the atmosphere seemed awesome: there was a gauaranteed good view, and I was out of the rain 😂 I didn't do anything special to celebrate the occasion besides watch it with my family, and I live reacted with some friends on Discord.

Honestly I wasn’t expecting much from the opening ceremony, there were sooooo many memes about the Phryges (the mascots), the dancers announcing a strike, the cardboard beds, people going for a swim in the Seine, but in the end I was really pleasantly surprised! I even almost cried at the end haha

Some moments were a little long (it was really cool to see all the delegations, but around the end I didn’t understand why they stopped having little interludes; and the masked horserider bringing the Olympic flag on the Seine was loooong, she should’ve started closer to the Trocadero imo, or again have interludes during the galloping), but overall it was very enjoyable, and I was proud to call myself French ❤️

My flop 3 (starting with the flop because it wouldn't be French not to complain)

1. The absence of Ladybug and Chat Noir :'( : I'm very happy the Minions made an appearance (they’re French! By creation, voice acting and animation), but it would’ve been fun to see our favourite Paris heroes make an appearance, even a very brief one running on the rooftops alongside the masked hero, their specialty </3

2. The French Cancan: it seemed sooooo disorganised and unsynced, you wouldn’t know they were Moulin Rouge professionals. The finale with all of them dropping to the splits kind of saved it for me, but I feel like it could’ve been much better coordinated

3. The Aya Nakamura segment: it was an interesting concept to have her come out of the Académie Française and singing with the Garde Républicaine, but if you're paid big bucks to perform at this kind of event, the least you can do is sing live, you know?

My top 3

1. The lighting of the Cauldron and the transition to l’Hymne à l’Amour: granted, the final set-up was a little long, but the masked Assassin’s Creed-like hero was perfect the rest of the time (I must admit I was a little concerned when they brought the flame up to Notre Dame, the works have barely finished following the fire of 2019 ahdjdkk), and I understand the athletes for taking it slow given how rainy it was - they’d never have lived it down had they slipped in their white outfits 😅 Then the passage from our oldest living Olympian to two of our most iconic Olympians (Teddy Riner and Marie-José Perec, both triple Olympic Champions, and perhaps even more for Riner as he's still competing!) was really touching, it was a beautiful image. And of course Céline Dion’s rendition of Piaf’s classic song was iconic, just a perfect closure of the opening ceremony.

2. The Conciergerie segment with Gojira and Marina Viotti: the contrast between Metal and lyrical singing was unexpected but worked very well imo; the light show and blood effects were incredible, very Revolutionary. It wouldn’t be France without a little reference to bloodshed, just listen to our national anthem...

3. Philippe Katherine's glittery, smurfy cameo: it was absolutely hilarious, like most things he does. I feel like the majority of people don’t know who he is and I'm glad that he might be discovered in this unhinged way; my family and I were literally discussing him and the fact that he probably wouldn’t be featured because he's got too much potential for havoc last week and... we weren't wrong 😂 if you fancy a laugh, check out his music, he recorded one of his albums in English (Here Comes Katherine!), featuring classics like "La Reine d’Angleterre" or "Computer Music" (the guy has no filter)

Special shout-out to all the diversity in the ceremony as well, on all fronts; the not-so-hidden references sprinkled around (Jules et Jim for the Richelieu BNF throuple, the Phantom of the Opera, Les Misérables (fun fact: the show is going to be on this winter at the Chatelet theatre, and I'm going to see it!)); the magnificent rendition of the Marseillaise by Axelle Saint-Cirel; the hommage to great women; Lady Gaga's feathery performance; all the dancers on the side; "Zizou Christ" and Jamel Debbouze's opening bit; whoever was in charge of the Eiffel Tower lights show and event music; and pretty much anyone who was involved, period. Everyone did a great job, especially considering the fact it really was raining cats and dogs by the end.

I'm sure I forgot stuff but yeah TL;DR, it was very fun!!

As for the costumes, I sadly can't remember what delegations I liked most, but I do know that I was really impressed by some countries! A lot were stunning even under the rain ponchos, and I think it's great to embrace culture in these occasions instead of going for blander costumes.

I hope this answers your questions, and that you have a good day too!!!

[steven-g-rogers]

Steve chuckled and gave her hand a squeeze.  As much as he wished that he could wrap an arm around her and nuzzle at her cheek, and run his palm up her thigh, the fact that he couldn’t, would make the building to it even better.  He couldn’t wait to get her back to the hotel, so by the time he did, he’ll be as desperate for her as he could be.  Only beaten by their wedding night.

“Oh really?” he asked.  “I might like that, Peggy.  Think you can do a solo cancan?”

He touched his foot on her ankle and slowly drew it up, keeping his eyes locked on hers.  “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he asked. “And how strongly you affect me?  Tonight will be amazing.”

“I understand.  But I promise, I won’t mind if you do,” he said.  He took a bite of the duck himself. It was decadent.  Rich and flavorful and very filling.  He was glad he’d ordered it.  “Mm it is good.  Yours is really nice too.  Not as rich as this.” 

@agentpeggycarterrogers

Peggy smiled, feigning innocence, and smiled brightly at him. “It is fun to seduce you from across a table - like a long, secret session of foreplay. I hope you know how much I’m going to need you after the show. Maybe you’ll get your own private show.” She winked at him and took a sip of champagne. Oh, that was going to be a fun hint to drop in the middle of dinner. 

She would not elaborate if he asked questions. He would just have to wait and see - and goodness, she couldn’t wait to show him what she meant. 

She tasted his duck appetizer - rich, moist, tender, and bolder than their usual meat choices. It tasted good, but Peggy was glad she didn’t order it herself. Duck had always been a bit too gamey for her taste. “The herbs they chose really bring out the flavor. That’s very nice. But I didn’t want to just reach over to your plate; of course I had to ask first.”

@steven-g-rogers

[riddlerosehearts]

No but for real I’m so salty dude cause I’m trying to at least trying to rationalise why her design was reworked into Aromatisse, like as much as think she also serves a bit, her design is just a MESS of inspiration. She’s meant to be a masquarade attendee but also a cancan dance and also a perfume bottle?? Like it’s too much. But with miss Diva I immediately guessed she was a flamenco dancer due to her head feathers looking a bun and her wings looking like a flamenco fan . I can’t stress enough how much of a stroke of genius of a design it was. The ONLY reason why it might’ve got cut is that Flamenco is not a French dance while can can is. But then again I don’t remember any Pandas being native to France either .

right?? i've never liked aromatisse much but i couldn't say why other than it's just a little boring to me... but maybe that's because its design is trying to do so much at once that it ends up not being great at any of it 😭 with this flamenco pokemon it's very clear what the inspiration is and things like the beak resembling castanets and the wings looking like a flamenco fan are so clever!! i also find it a lot more interesting than flamigo--some people say flamigo is a boxing glove, some say lawn ornament, and some say balloon animal, but i remember that when i first saw it, i didn't even notice the knot in its neck and thought it was just a normal flamingo... the flamenco flamingo beta design is gorgeous and immediately stands out!

and, to add to your last point, we've also gotta remember that hawlucha is based on luchadors and birds found in mexico, oricorio has four different forms based on dance styles from around the world (one of those even being flamenco!), and unova was already full of pokemon based on animals that aren't native to the US--zebstrika comes to mind. pokemon designs taking cultural inspiration from the region's real-world equivalent is always cool but it's never been a strict requirement, so i really don't know why gamefreak cut this design!! this is why i wish pokemon games had making of books so the devs could have a chance to talk about cut concepts and beta designs.

[heffrondriving]

Big Time Rush: hiii we’re finally back and we’re going on tour!! <3

Non-US / Broke Rushers:

[sparkles-rainbows-severed-heads]

Galop Infernal (Can Can) from Orpheus in the Underworld Jacques Offenbach playing from another room.

[wheeloffortune-design]

Consuelo: Victoria! You need to learn to seduce cowboys in that sexy cancan dress if you want to get tips. Look, if you’re too shy, you can practice on Mrs. Díaz, she won’t mind!

Natane Díaz, way too gay for this shit: I left the motor of my horse running.

[shinesurge]

It’s That Time Again

More webcomic recs! (The first batch is here.)

Thank you for your submissions! I’d like to mention that all of these comics are queer and anybody who gives a shit about my opinion is probably also queer so like, all that shit goes without saying even if it’s not explicitly listed in the blurb from the authors. anyway let’s get right to it.

Brainchild By RelaxMammal

Brainchild is a story about paranormal phenomena, bad first impressions, wide-scale conspiracies, a whole bunch of mutants, and everything else your senior year of college can possibly throw at you.  It is written and drawn by Suzanne Geary and updates on Sundays.

Brainchild’s equivalent rating is “TV-14” to “TV-MA” for profanity, drug and paraphernalia references, potentially violent/frightening imagery, and sexually suggestive scenarios. (Think “Adult Swim.”) Now imagine a scary voice telling you “VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED.”

Real nice dialogue, the art style and monster designs are super fun, and the plot is just starting to get rolling where the archive stops so now’s a great time to hop on I think!

https://brainchild.suzannegeary.com/

Into the Midnight City By cancan-jpg

Wyatt Finch has been a vampire for three months, and he’s just moved to The Midnight City - a town of ghosts and ghouls and magicians of all sorts! Together with Archibald Hawthorne (a soft-spoken gentleman detective) and Circe (an eccentric scientist witch), they solve magical misdeeds of all kinds, in a story about friendship, finding your destiny, and occasionally stopping for tea!

This one’s SO cute lmao. If you’re into Job Satisfaction you’ll probably like this one too, it’s more Pastel Victorian rather than Elegant Goth and significantly more saturday morning cartoon flavored.

https://intothemidnightcity.tumblr.com/

Ask the Ether By Mechandra

Ask the Ether  is a slice-of-life comic primarily focused on three witches: Sable,  Dax, and Meisha. Their stories center around their individual journeys  to hone their magic, as well as balancing the struggles of being a young  adult in a major metropolitan area. They all share common threads of  having a difficult family background, being people of color deprived of  their culture, and struggling to find an individual voice with their own witchcraft. All of the characters are LGBTQIA+.

This one’s a bit experimental compared to the others but honestly I loved it because I feel like it’s a good example of what a webcomic ought to be? One Weird Artist making things on their own terms, you can really feel the fingerprints on it. Starts out as more of a strip, keep reading for bigger stories! Stellar dialogue, really fun and dynamic art, also funny in a genuine sort of way that’s kind of rare in comics.

https://www.asktheether.com/

and now for a segment called Baby Comics With Archives Too Small To Make A Call About That I Think You Should Follow Anyway

Red Sky at Morning By Seaside-Cave

After a capture gone wrong leaves their fates quite literally entangled, a pirate captain and a mermaid must traverse a vibrant and diverse world to find answers – though the hardest challenge might be putting up with each other.

Red Sky at Morning is a queer story about fish puns, self-discovery, and proving your place in the world.

Can’t talk about the comic rn obviously BUT I will say I followed this artist instantly after I saw this unrelated short comic they made, for reasons that are probably obvious if you’ve been here for more than five minutes lmao. Really looking forward to getting my teeth in this one!

https://redskyatmorningcomic.tumblr.com/

There You Ain’t! By Garagoose

When a powerful relic goes missing in the wild west of Bouquet, bounty hunters Grey and Blajo, along with saloon owner Posie and wanted outlaw Eustace, find themselves swept into a struggle to keep it from falling into the wrong hands.

Using movie ratings as a reference, I’d rate this comic somewhere around the PG end of a PG-13 rating, for various events of gun and magic-related violence, a bit of foul language, and mild body horror later on.

listen, i’ve been following garagoose since the fuckin dacademy days and i gotta say i’m just psyched they’re finally making a comic hehe

https://thereyouaint.com/

Honorable Mention that doesn’t really need the advertisement is the comics on Skelehime because I read them and they kicked my ass.

also mine! read my goddamn comic

Kidd Commander

It’s a world at the mercy of uncaring gods, and Phineas Kidd is a heretic with a chip on her shoulder and enough fury to outshine a supernova. Armed only with aggressive enthusiasm (and an explosive left hook), Phineas sets out to gather up a merry crew and travel to Kairos Crossing to catch the sun, an urban legend that has tempted countless dreamers to a bloody end.

Kidd Commander is a romantic comic that’s mostly concerned with ambitious characters doing cool anime stuff while being subjected to trauma and dealing with said trauma! Rated T for lots of (cartoon) violence and swearing, and a good deal of irreverence for topics some folks might prefer to leave revered. If any of that sounds like it might make you uncomfortable this comic may not be suitable for you!

http://kiddcommander.com/

If you’d like a comic (yours or otherwise) to end up in one of these, send me an ask or whatever and I’ll add it to my list of stuff to check out! The only requirements I have are I’d prefer for it to be a bit lesser known and it needs to be accessible in places other than tapas or webtoon because I am physically and emotionally incapable of engaging with either of those sites lmao. Happy reading!

[brujahinaskirt]

WAIT HEAR ME OUT. LET ME SPEAK PLEASE! LISTEN. ISTG if she'd caught him even just 5 years earlier, before Jack was born & he started wanting to hang up the gun belt in earnest...

[cut for feverish batshittery length]

LH Arthur & Karen would've been such a damn good murder mayhem couple. Both bitter in different but complementary ways, both pragmatic as hell, both fronting toughness to compensate for an internal sense of romanticism, both unflappable in a crisis, both jaded by the world but still impish and fun-loving. TBH I think they could cut loose and go at robbin' as a duo. They could've had a Bonnie & Clyde thing going! They could hit stages or trains with the fake hostage bit! Karen could wear her big ass ridiculous hats and play damsel in distress and Arthur could play big bad outlaw until the opportune moment for Karen to drop her act and they blow 'em away together! Then they could race away and have a wild night at some moonshine shack out in the boonies and Arthur being his loving happy cancan-dancing drunk self would keep Karen from sinking into her glum drunk moods! They would consume SO MUCH ALCOHOL. They would pull SO MANY PRANKS. They would shoot SO MANY MEN. They'd go down in flames of course and die violently after being overwhelmed by lawmen because let's be honest they fell too crazy into crime-spree-adrenaline-fueled love and it caused them to lowkey develop a false sense of immortality despite themselves. but for a time, they'd raise hell & become local terrors & have fun doing it along the way & maybe they would share one last badass kiss before getting positively riddled with lead as they tried to take as many lawmen with them as they could. and of course the lawmen probably focus more firepower on arthur because government agents are misogynistic and would assume he's a much bigger threat and she's some sidepiece, so they'd down him first and karen would be like lying in the sand with a bullet hole in her chest she'd look over and see arthur lying some yards away just completely and hopelessly shredded, just barely breathing meat at this point and totally beyond saving, but he's not quite dead yet and she doesn't want some waste-of-life needs-a-promotion government agent whom history will never remember to have the satisfaction of killing arthur morgan, so before anyone can notice she's still alive she uses the last of her strength to pull her sidearm and shoot arthur dead, and then of course they notice Karen is still alive and she'll have too much blood in her mouth by this point to say it too loud but she'd manage to gurgle something cool as shit like "we'll be waitin for you in hell you son of a bitch" and then she shoots the g-man in the stomach so he'll have an agonizing death and what are you doing with that reinforced lasso partner i'm not fini