#JACK THE NIPPER

[creadorkara]

I love background characters so much (at the point I forget about The Beatles gang)

[retrocgads]

UK 1987

[perfettamentechic]

10 novembre … ricordiamo …

10 novembre … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2022: Kevin Conroy, attore e doppiatore statunitense. È noto principalmente per essere stato la voce ufficiale di Batman in vari cartoni animati e nei videogiochi della serie Batman: Arkham. Nel 1980 ebbe un ruolo nella soap opera Destini, e divenne affiliato al Old Globe Theatre di San Diego. Tornò in seguito a partecipare a produzioni televisive, sia con ruoli regolari sia come guest star. Nel…

[aristocratic-otter]

Keeping my resolution, here's SOME of my WIPs.

(I am a little behind on reading your lovely WIPs, my friends. I'll catch up over the weekend).

Thank you to @j-nipper-95, @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon, @nausikaaa, @bookishbroadwayandblind, \

@artsyunderstudy, @martsonmars, @prettygoododds, @whatevertheweather, @youarenevertooold, \

@confused-bi-queer, @monbons, @roomwithanopenfire, @noblecorgi, @leithillustration and

@rimeswithpurple for the tags.

From my 2023 COTTA, Snow Fox:

A new voice, one that makes my spine itch, comes from the shadows under the porch. Tarleton. “They can’t have gone far,” he snarls. “Mount up, gather the men. Set off in each cardinal direction and run through the night if you have to. Such a large party would have had to leave a trace!”

Penny’s hand creeps over and squeezes mine as we watch every man jack of them run to gather their things and mount their horses. Within minutes, the Bunce homestead is empty of anyone but us. Tarleton is the last to go, riding his grey gelding towards Charleston harbor and the British base there. Probably to report this latest outrage perpetrated by the Snow Fox.

 From CORB #1, Baby Mine with @argumentativeantitheticalg

He rolls his eyes at me, and then says, “come, help me with dinner. You can start boiling the water for the rice. I’ll chop the vegetables, since I’ve got both hands free.”

It takes some juggling, but I manage to do as Baz asks. Then he takes Abigail and directs me to debone the chicken (probably didn’t want to get his pretty hands dirty) (I don’t mind—I like his hands as they are). 

Abigail watches this all with big eyes and one tiny thumb pressed between her lips. It’s very cute. 

From CORB #2: The Stoves Come On At Night, with @ebbpettier

For the rest of the time I’m not patrolling or sleeping, I’m exploring the house and grounds. I’m doing my best to make myself a home here. With luck, this will be my home for the next several years. 

Winter is coming on fast. I try to ignore the persistent chill in the air during my night patrols. I deal with it by keeping the fire lit in my bedroom and wrapping up warmly before leaving the house. 

If sometimes the chill is more due to the lonely emptiness of the house, I pretend that it’s not.

Tags and back slaps to: @chen-chen-chen-again-chen, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @palimpsessed,  @fatalfangirl,

@melodysmash, @moments-au-crayon22, @moodandmist,  @mostlymaudlin, @onepintobean,

@raenestee, @tea-brigade, @upuntil6am, @whogaveyoupermission, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz,

@krisrix, @shemakesmeforget, @nightimedreamersghost, @mooncello, @shrekgogurt,

@cosmicalart,  @theearlgreymage, @iamamythologicalcreature, @ileadacharmedlife, @thehoneyedhufflepuff,

@facewithoutheart, @skeedelvee, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @messofthejess, @best--dress,

@alexalexinii,  @hushed-chorus,  @blackberrysummerblog, @cutestkilla, @letraspal,

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @wellbelesbian, @ic3-que3n, @emeryhalll, @larkral,

@ebbpettier, @argumentativeantitheticalg, 

[nausikaaa]

WIP Wednesday

thanks for tagging me @alexalexinii @artsyunderstudy @prettygoododds and @blackberrysummerblog!

technically it's the wee hours of thursday, but i just finished the first chapter of my Dracula and War Of The Worlds crossover fic, so here's a little of that from Mina's journal:

After that, we found a cafe where we could enjoy lunch. While the food was delicious, Arthur and Jack were visibly tense throughout our meal.

In private, they are as close as Jonathan and I- in fact, I often forget that they are not married in the eyes of the law or Church. After all, if two men love each other as a man and woman do, why should they not be called a married couple? Arthur believed himself married to Lucy because their blood intermingled, and nobody would dare challenge that notion, so none of us shall speak a word against his and Jack’s relationship either, when they share a home and life.

Meanwhile, in public, they sat apart and stiff. It grieves me to think how frightened they are that if their true feelings were to be discerned, they could be arrested. As if overcompensating for their usual affection, they were short and formal with each other.

Later, when we were back in the cottage, I came across them dozing together in the living room, Jack’s head resting upon Arthur’s chest, and left them to enjoy their moment of peace.

for those who saw my post last week with the goats, here's some more! we've had a few sunny days, but now nothing but rain projected for a week, so i wouldn't expect so many nice photos next wednesday.

tags: @forabeatofadrum @j-nipper-95 @that-disabled-princess @confused-bi-queer @imagineacoolusername @ic3-que3n @aristocratic-otter @larkral @hushed-chorus @ivelovedhimthroughworse @shemakesmeforget @fatalfangirl @ebbpettier @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @cutestkilla @youarenevertooold @shrekgogurt @thewholelemon @bookish-bogwitch @supercutedinosaurs @shutup-andletme-go @theearlgreymage @ileadacharmedlife @alleycat0306 @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @comesitintheclover and @orange-peony

[eflen-n-reegee]

Caregiver Guardians Headcanons (Rise of the Guardians)

Jack Frost

He loves ANY kind of game; board games, chase games, sports games, nonsense games - whatever it is, he’s happy to play it with you.

He’ll take you flying with him, but be ready for midair tricks and teasing.

On that note: pranks. Jack plays constant pranks - on you, on the other Guardians, on strangers, he just loves teasing people. He often recruits you to help play tricks.

You will NEVER be overheated again. Anytime Jack thinks you’re getting overly warm, he’ll create frost under your feet or send ice creeping up the walls.

He’s not always good at toning down his energy levels, but if you need a quiet day he’ll do his best to oblige.

North

The workshop is ALWAYS open to you. You can play with the elves, bother the Yeti, and “test” all of the toys. It can get a little overwhelming sometimes (the workshop is a very loud, busy place, after all), so you’re also welcome to retreat to North’s office if you need a break.

In his free time he enjoys carving toys and figurines out of ice, and he then imbues them with magic so they can do impossible things. Nearly every time you visit, he’ll make you something as a gift.

North will use the snowglobes to take you all over the world. Not just to other cities or countries, but to magical places no human has ever been able to see.

He is very dramatic, and loves playing pretend with you. He tends to get VERY invested in his role, to the point where his work has to be put on hold. “I can’t check naughty list now, can’t you see I am sailing this boat?”

North gives the best pep talks. He never wants you to feel like you’re anything less than amazing, and he’s wonderful at calming any fears you might have.

Bunny

The week before Easter, the Warren is insanely busy; but the rest of the time, it’s a very quiet, peaceful place. Bunny’s happy to bring you down there whenever you ask, to play or have a picnic or just enjoy the scenery.

Whenever you’re feeling down he’ll paint a few eggs for you, with your favorite colors and shapes and patterns. Then he’ll hide them where he knows you’ll find them.

He has a dozen nicknames for you, all of them affectionately teasing - ankle-biter, rugrat, nipper, etc.

He HATES cold weather… but if you really want to go out in the cold, he’ll always join you.

Any time you get tired of walking, he’ll set you on his back and run. He’s very fast, and it might be a little frightening at first, but he would never let you fall.

Tooth

Obviously she insists that you brush and floss daily, but she finds ways to make it a fun activity.

She’ll happily hold you on her hip while she’s hovering or flying near the ground. (She doesn’t like to take you too high in case you get scared.)

Out of all the Guardians, she’s the best at handling scraped knees or bumps on the head… but her bedside manner takes a little getting used to. “Oh, I know it hurts sweetie, but look! This bruise is such a pretty shade of purple!”

Tooth loves sitting with you while you’re asleep. If it weren’t for all the work she needs to do, she’d stay with you all night - she loves seeing you so peaceful and content.

Thanks to her abilities as a Guardian, she’s able to help you remember the most important moments in your life. These memories aren’t inherently good, but they are the moments that helped shape the best parts of your character. She’s happy to share them with you whenever you need them, and she’s already ready to comfort you if some of the memories cause negative feelings.

Sandy

He can help ANYONE fall asleep. Clinical insomnia, stressful day, too much caffeine - Sandy can knock you out in a moment if you want him to, with guaranteed good dreams to follow.

But, if you like staying up late, that’s fine too! Sandy is happy to take you along while he makes his rounds, showing you the night sky in different parts of the world.

He creates various animals or objects to send into people’s dreams. He’s also willing to make little toys or creatures for you to play with.

Sandy is a great listener. If you need to talk about your troubles, your bad day, your personal worries, he’s always there. Afterwards, he’ll offer to weave you a dream where things are different. Or, if you just want to get it off your chest and then move on, that’s fine too.

On a slightly related note, he’s fantastic with quiet kiddos. While the other Guardians might try to fill up silent moments with chatting, he doesn’t care if you never say a word. Your company is alway enough.

[cyberpunkonline]

The Best Halloween-Themed Games on the Spectrum 48k: 8-bit Frights That’ll Have You Scream “LOAD”

Alright, Spectrum warriors, it’s time to slip on that vintage ZX hoodie and celebrate Halloween the only way we know how—by loading up some good ol’ 48k games for this year’s #CyberSamhain event! Now, if you thought the Commodore 64 had some strange horror gems, wait until you see what Sinclair’s little wonder has in store. The Spectrum 48k was the king of quirky games with more bugs than a haunted house, but that’s what we loved about it, right?

So buckle up and grab that cassette tape because we’re about to dive into the best spooky, Halloween-themed games on the Spectrum 48k. Hold on to your joysticks, folks—it’s going to be a creepy, pixelated ride.

1. Cauldron (1985) Witches and pumpkins, what more could you want for Halloween? Cauldron is a proper retro classic, and this witch ain't your typical broomstick-riding pushover. You’re on a mission to collect ingredients to take down the Pumpkin King (yes, you read that right). The game’s got it all: flying, platforming, tricky jumps, and enough frustration to make you cast a spell on your Spectrum. Those pixel-perfect jumps? They'll have you pulling out your hair faster than you can say, “Accio controller!” But trust me, it’s worth every frustration-induced rage quit.

Resource: For a full witchy breakdown of Cauldron, check out Spectrum Computing’s archive—they’ve got all the juicy retro details to keep you spellbound.

2. Dark Star (1984) Not strictly Halloween-themed, but when the word dark is right there in the title, you know it belongs on this list. Dark Star is part space shooter, part survival horror—well, at least in that classic 8-bit "I'm all alone in this terrifying void of space" way. You’re tasked with stopping an alien invasion, but the tension? That comes from the eerie, oppressive silence of space, plus some incredibly tricky enemies. The sparse graphics make it feel even creepier, like you’re fighting aliens in a haunted arcade cabinet. Yeah, it’s a stretch, but if space horror is your thing, give this one a whirl.

Resource: The World of Spectrum database has a deep dive into Dark Star, so hit that up if you want to explore more of the game’s spooky sci-fi vibes.

3. Nosferatu the Vampyre (1986) When it comes to classic horror, you can’t forget about vampires. Nosferatu the Vampyre on the Spectrum 48k might look like a jumble of pixels and questionably animated sprites, but hey, that’s part of the charm! You play as Jonathan Harker, trying to survive your encounter with the infamous Count Dracula himself. The castle is dark, full of traps, and you’re constantly on the lookout for bloodsuckers. It’s got the kind of campy, eerie atmosphere perfect for Halloween, with the added bonus of feeling like you’re starring in your own 80s horror flick. Just remember to keep that wooden stake handy!

Resource: Spectrum Computing has the lowdown on Nosferatu, so grab your garlic and head there if you want to learn more about this vampire-slaying adventure.

4. Atic Atac (1983) If you’re in the mood for some top-down spooky fun, Atic Atac is the way to go. Set in a haunted castle, you’ve got to find the pieces of the Golden Key to escape, while avoiding all manner of ghouls, ghosts, and creepy-crawly creatures. The game’s classic ZX Spectrum charm comes through with its minimal color palette and basic graphics, but that’s what makes it so iconic. Plus, the haunted house vibe, coupled with the eerie sense of isolation, makes it perfect for a Halloween gaming session. You’ll be running in circles, screaming “where’s the key?!” in no time.

Resource: Check out Lemon64's counterpart, Spectrum Computing, for a proper throwback guide to Atic Atac—they’ve got all the tips you need to survive the haunted castle.

5. Jack the Nipper (1986) Okay, so Jack the Nipper isn’t exactly a Halloween game, but what’s creepier than playing as a naughty toddler causing chaos in a town full of unsuspecting adults? There’s something unsettling about this game, from Jack’s weird, smiling face to the mayhem you cause. Whether it’s releasing animals from a zoo or chucking food at people, this game is all about trickery and a bit of mischief—like the ultimate Halloween prank. Plus, the cartoony graphics have a weirdly spooky vibe if you play it at midnight…alone…with the lights off. You’ll see what I mean.

Resource: If you’re feeling nostalgic for more toddler terror, Spectrum Computing has a deep dive on Jack the Nipper.

6. Alien 8 (1985) If sci-fi horror is your jam, then Alien 8 will scratch that itch. This isometric survival game sees you exploring an alien-infested spaceship while trying to reactivate the ship’s cryogenically frozen crew. Sounds easy? Think again. The game’s got atmosphere, tension, and puzzles that will make you want to throw your Spectrum across the room. And those aliens? Creepy little things. It’s the kind of slow-burn suspense that’s perfect for Halloween, when the line between space and haunted house blurs into one massive pixelated nightmare.

Resource: Hit up Lemon64’s Spectrum archive for all things Alien 8—they’ll guide you through the maze of alien-infested corridors.

7. Splat! (1983) Alright, let’s get a bit weird, shall we? Splat! is one of those bizarre Spectrum games that kind of feels like it was made for Halloween but without really trying. You’re in a maze, trying to avoid being crushed by giant bricks while creepy, abstract monsters chase you around. It’s fast-paced, weirdly stressful, and the abstract graphics make it feel a little unsettling in the way only early 80s games can. Perfect for a Halloween night where you just want to feel off.

Resource: If you’re up for some weird arcade action, check out World of Spectrum’s breakdown of Splat! and get lost in the bizarre fun.

Final Thoughts So, there you have it, retro gamers—the spookiest, most bizarre Halloween-themed games you can play on the Spectrum 48k for #CyberSamhain. Whether you’re chasing vampires, flying on a broomstick, or causing trouble as a tiny toddler (seriously, that game’s still weird), these titles will give you that creepy, nostalgic feel with the added bonus of feeling like you’re back in the 80s. Dust off that Spectrum, load up your tapes (or hit the emulator, we won’t tell), and enjoy the ghoulish, pixelated glory. Because nothing says Halloween like battling vampires with nothing more than your joystick and a load of patience.

[obihiro-division]

There was only a few minutes until the end of a certain "Paladin"'s birthday, said "Superhero" was currently getting ready for his nightly patrol around the city in search of criminal scum. As he snapped on his utility belt, there was a knock from the window that made the poor boy jump and whip his said to see...A GIRL?! There was a girl right outside his window! Wasn't he on the second floor?!

As Daiki gawked at the girl who once again knocked on his window, he spranged into action and scrambled to open the window, letting the mysterious girl inside and the blue haired boy could only drop his jaw at the shimmery dragonfly-like wings on her back.

"Whew! Thanks for that! Sorry I didn't drop by earlier, I had some things to take care of for my big sister! I hope I didn't scare you though!" The raven haired girl beamed and presented Daiki a large rectangular present that he didn't even notice that she was holding.

"My name is Aiko, by the way! Sorry I can't stay long but I hope you like it!" The girl, now dubbed as Aiko placed the gift in Daiki's hands before giving a two finger salute and walking back to the open window, Daiki could only watched as she crawled out and flew away into the night.

Dropping onto his bed in shock, the boy numbly opened the gift to find...

...A shimmery silver cloak.

Raising an eyebrow, Daiki grabbed the cloak and walked over to his mirror where he looked at the cloak before shrugging and wrapping it over himself.

Only to scream in shock to see that his entire body except his head disappeared.

Happy Birthday Daiki! 💙

“A witch has cursed me!” Poor Daiki could only screech as he frantically pulled the cloak off his body and onto the ground. The ground where it seemed to disappear into the hardwood floor in a shimmer.

Bloody hell.

Panicking, Daiki scrambled across his floor to retrieve it and place it back into the large box it had come in. Once everything was handled, he needed to sit at the edge of his bed, in silence, just to try and process what had just happened.

“Who was she? She said Aiko…” Daiki started to ponder, “She seemed nice at least.”

Another pause, before Daiki was jumping up and down, completely geeked out. “She had wings though! Wings! And they were really cool?! How come she has wings?! I want wings!”

All the shouting and stomping once again had appeared to catch Jack’s attention, who was at the very same window Aiko had entered and exited. Albeit, he was staying out of sight as to not draw attention. And the poor man was in a different state compared to Daiki… Sharing the same sentiment of disbelief in seeing a winged girl, only stressed. Very, very stressed.

“Winged little nippers? I… I might have my work cut out for myself.”

Thank you for the gift! Don't worry about Jack btw, he is looking like this tho lol (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[deimosbreakfrost]

me fala todos os ships de total swap island 😞😞❤️

ta, em ordem ate onde me lembro:

nipald/geripper (Nipper x Gerald)

Nicheal/Mipper (Nipper x Michael)

Mizeck/Zecheal (Micheal x Zeck)

NiZel/Mippeck/Zeppeal (Micheal x Nipper x Zeck)

Alzeck/Zalfonso (Alfonso x Zeck)

Jack/Zemes (Zeck x J.K/James)

Ayeshley/Ashyesha (Ashley x Ayesha)

Rubuki/Fubonnie (Ronnie x Fubuki)

[quatermasspitt]

Postcard of Harry Lupino with his son ''Nipper'' Lupino Lane, in Jack and Jill at the Prince's Theatre Bristol, 1907-8

[meanmisscharles]

UNICORNS UPDATE GOOD!!!! also i know you reblogged this a few days ago but ⭐️⭐️⭐️ i would LOVE to hear ur thoughts on how you wrote anne, especially interacting with ed and nipper, that shit was OGUHGH 10/10. or if there’s anything else about this chapter you wanna talk about!!

This was quick! 😆

I wanted Anne Bonney to be a WoC (obviously) and I also wanted her to be a little rough and ready - she is partnered up with Calico Jack after all. In my head, she'd be the more serious of that pairing, because CJ is gonna CJ and because I think pirating and the freedom that comes with it would still be different for her.

It made sense that Ed’s dalliances would be varied and I imagined there being some "overlap" between his days fucking around with CJ and CJ hooking up with Anne and Ed does have a taste for beautiful things, let's say.

I think those two would have talked. Maybe not tons, or all that often, but enough to understand why they'd chosen the lives they did and respected those choices.

Anne’s interaction with Nipper and Ed seemed like the way a woman who wasn't going to give an emotional speech, nor respond to one, would *show* that yeah - she gets this decision you've made and the new set of problems you're going have because of it. It was basically Anne saying "not my monkies, not my circus - my silence is the probably the only gift you're getting from anybody in our world."

I hope all that came across in what you actually read! 🤣

[blubushie]

hihihi me again whats your favorite dinosaur? whats your favorite flower? favorite bear? favorite BIRD? do you play sports? do you play video games (besides tf2?) whats your favorite video game? whats your favorite cologne? whats your favorite outfit? do you have any piercings? do you have tattoos? what do you wear to bed?

Hello again!

What's your favourite dinosaur?

Not really a dinosaur, but Megalania. Favourite dinosaur would be Utahraptor. I would say Maip macrothorax but we don't know if they had feathers (unlikely at their size) and I love the idea of a giant feathered raptor because that's bloody terrifying.

What's your favourite flower?

Favourite plant is anything in the genus Nepenthes or Drosera. Favourite flower is anything in Passiflora but specifically Passiflora incarnata.

I also love Bauhinia yunnanensis!

I just think they're neat. :]

What's your favourite bear?

Nanulak bears. They're polar-brown bear hybrids. They're really neat looking.

What's your favourite bird?

This one's going to be hard to answer. For raptors it's a tie between the harpy eagle and barn owls. For ratites, as much as I love emus (having one), I'd have to say the southern cassowary because they're awesome and can kill me. That's not a bird, that's a bloody dinosaur. Favourite water bird is probably swans because I wouldn't want to fight a swan, it'd kick my arse.

Do you play sport?

As a nipper I played soccer. I hated it. I've played baseball, loved it. I played volleyball for a few years but baseball is where it's at. (If you ask me it's less confusing than cricket but don't tell anyone I said that because I'll get my Aussie card revoked.) I'm not agile enough for rugby and footy unfortunately.

Do you play video games (besides TF2) and if so what's your favourite video game?

I don't play much anymore. I have a Switch Lite that I play Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley on but I don't even know where that is. I used to do pixel art in Minecraft. Back in the day as a teen I played a lot of World of Warcraft. I mean an obsessive amount. Might've been a little addicted. I also played a fuckton of Halo. My favourite Halo game is Reach. NOBLE deserved better! My favourite video game of all time is Red Dead Redemption 2. I fucking cried at the horse scene. Any of you what've played the game know exactly what scene I'm talking about and you say you didn't cry I don't bloody believe you.

What's your favourite cologne?

This. I'd never use anything else.

What's your favourite outfit?

My usual work clothes? Which is also my typical everyday outfit. Brown pair of daks or jeans, blue or red flannie, leather vest (keeps the sun off and gives me places to store things), kangaroo leather belt, dingo boots (what Americans call cowboy boots), my hat, watch, sunnies (actually shooting glasses but shut up). If I'm using a bow I wear a glove on my right hand so the fletching on the arrow doesn't scratch my hands (it feels like a thousand paper cuts at the end of the day). Also knives. I wear a lot of knives. Belt, belt, boot, vest, machete on my back if you count that.

I also own a single suit which I look dapper in if I do say so myself. It's grey, so it fits any occasion. Birthdays, formal business, funerals, court.

Do you have any piercings?

Mum had my ears pierced as a baby and my dad spit the dummy over it. I was a bub so I didn't remember it. What sucked was piercing my septum. It's an Aborigine thing. The septum hurt like a fucking cunt. Also it got infected (cheers Jack you bastard) so we had to take out the piercing which meant the hole just ended up healing shut so I did that for nothing. That and he shoved wattle up my nose which was a funny experience up until I sneezed and let me tell you, sneezing with a fresh septum piercing it like shoving a branding iron up your nose.

Do you have any tattoos?

No, but I'm looking to get some! I want to get a crocodile on my left arm and a kookaburra on the inside of my left wrist (and maybe a hidden koala somewhere).

What do you wear to bed?

Singlet (wifebeater for you Americans) and trackie-daks (sweatpants also for you Americans). Grey trackie-dak nation. They make me sweat but they're comfortable. On summer nights in Kakadu I sleep in the nuddy because it's too fucking hot and humid for clothes.

[angrydame]

BODY OF CHRIST

Not the nuns of God; the sex of the church stink and spun of fishnets covering fishy twat, these nuns hid nasty things under their habits. The Catholic itch none of us supposed, unscrupulous cunts pirate the words they endorse from their holy book. Michael sat behind me would breath about how -"not a word of this is in the Bible" before picking further at his father's brute slashes. Kiss your teeth. The children are sinners. I never wished to walk the clinquant syeps, anyways.

Gasher fucks with blue residing outside the head office. I'd stolen a bike at dawn and spent breakfast spray painting it flamingo, blotched knees and fingers crusted now. But I've been called inside Mr Robbins' office; he abhors scuffed nippers like me lacking pious but generous in fucked sociality. He knew where I'd be in years to come. The proper scary headmasters you read about with big, fuck-off noses; virgin ambiance for someone with plenty of offspring. His office was brown, shit-stained wood laced with crucifix like crack, I could've burst into flames under Christ's gaze as weren't a corner his eyes didn't reach. Half the reason I'd skip mass was the fear of being struck by lightning upon entry. I was a fucking avid sinner from young. Though, if a dirty old man like Mr Robbins could intrepidly meet God's eyes and is able to spew mindless holy shit all day, I don't think Jesus will be the one to kill me.

Dolly shoes scuffed and drag along the peeling varnish and instead of locking Jesus' eyes, mine meet Arthur Green's perforation under ginger mug. He was in the knick metaphorically, we would soon both be disposed of. I won't know him well, even of we were kicked out of Catholic school on the same day, but seeing him and I knew my sins for todays homily. That metaphor ran down Arthur's sweaty neck; it's not convivial to joke about cannibalising Jesus Christ's body but when -'Body of Christ' is written in a tacky font on a tub of alter bread, I had to jack it under my blazer.

How to make the world stop smelling like sect; relish in sucking on God's depilated balls. The nuns munch on those whilst I feast on Christ's bread like crackers, but I recognise this scran hammered the nails into the car tire.

I'm shit though, I'm shit so no one is surprised. I couldn't credit in the wake of all the shit I'd done in this hypercritical hole, all the sins, this is how they boot me.

"Im furious... And disappointed. You've disrespected the church. You will leave this school, now."

Im picking at the crusted paint, and I know I'll struggle with religion for the rest of my transient and deficient days; if God has a plan for me, I hope its fucking fantastic but quite honestly I don't give a shit. I'd sooner be swallowed by a basehead. I was a dirty numb angel. I could've said something smart, but...

"Stop eating little boys for breakfast you nonce, look at the size of your primordial pouch."

So that was that. No aggrandisement, just leaving and walking and pitching inside my own skull where I obtain plenty of nothingness. I have luxury there, but only if I dig hard enough. If I plunge my fingers deep enough, i'll stop smelling that bible smell.

[aristocratic-otter]

I'm hyped up by the quality of the work y'all are posting, @j-nipper-95, @blackberrysummerblog, @artsyunderstudy, @alleycat0306, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, and @whogaveyoupermission. And @ionlydrinkhotwater, I'm so excited for the dark AU!

As for me, it feels like I'm posting things constantly lately, but it's just a confluence of several events I've been working towards hitting their deadline and several long term WIPs somehow finishing around the same time. I promise it won't be like this for long. But I've still got, lol, two projects posting in the next seven days. Below are some snips of what I've been working on lately.

From my Age of Sail Au:

Baz

Being on a truce with Snow is harder than I thought it would be. For one, I have to constantly fight my father’s voice in my head. The voice that would say, when I wistfully watched some street urchins playing ball or jacks or other tomfoolery, “Basil, you are going to be a lord. You must not lower yourself by associating with such riffraff.”

I was a lonely kid. Our estate was miles from the nearest family my father considered elevated enough for me to associate with. But kids were all around me–the children of the maids and gardeners, children of the townsfolk when my father drove us through town. And they always seemed so happy. 

Sometimes I hated them for it. 

From my first day on this ship, Simon Snow seemed like another such street rat. Or maybe ship rat would be more fitting. Even though he worked like a full-grown man, he was always full of smiles and laughter. He’d joke with the crew and smile in adoration at that arsehole cook. 

And he’d stare at me, scowling, anywhere I went. 

I hated him. 

From the upcoming chapter of the Naked Next,

Penny

Baz has been trying to run engineering protocols from the bridge for the last fifteen minutes, and I don’t like the expression on his face. His scowl tells me that the news is not good. 

“Progress, Lieutenant? I say. 

“I’m afraid, Captain, that we’ve been locked out of everything. I can at least confirm that McNeil is the only crew member in engineering; there’s only one life sign in there.” The only evidence of his alarm is the tightness of his voice, but for Baz Grimm-Pitch, that’s practically a screaming fit. 

“Maybe he’s not too far gone to be reasoned with,” I say, thinking aloud. I tap my comm badge. “Mr. McNeill, come in please.”

“I’ll come in, Captain,” the voice that comes through is sly and insinuating. “I’ll come in whenever and wherever you want, babe.”

I clench my fists as I fight to keep my voice even. “Mr. McNeill. I can’t come in. You’ve got the doors to engineering locked.”

There’s near silence for a moment, though I think I hear humming. Then McNeil’s voice returns, but this time, he’s singing. “Oh, I’m the king of the ship here, sir, I’m the king of the fleet, I’m a jolly fellow, sir, as fine as you’ll ever meet.”

Lieutenant Murray winces at the off-key serenade. “At least he can still rhyme,” I hear him mutter to Ensign Elspeth. 

From my COBB (Posting on the 8th!)

Penny

I swear, Simon’s gone round the twist. He’s not been talking about Baz since the Normal started joining us at mealtimes. Instead he just stares and twitches and his magic stinks up the room. 

Maybe he needed to talk about Baz. Maybe the act of talking about Baz let off enough steam that it kept Simon from exploding, like a release valve on a boiler.

Ok, it's late and I'm tired, so I won't add more or tag anyone. Have a good day, y'all!

[elen-000]

Gangland Legends

Legend, directed by Brian Helgeland, is a gripping biographical crime drama based on the rise and fall of the notorious Kray twins, as depicted in John Pearson’s book The Profession of Violence. The film centers on Reggie and Ronnie Kray, infamous figures in 1960s London’s criminal underworld. With Tom Hardy delivering a remarkable dual performance as both brothers, the movie takes viewers deep into their brutal journey of power, violence, and ultimately, imprisonment.

The story kicks off with Reggie Kray, an ex-boxer turned criminal mastermind, as he secures his brother Ron’s early release from a psychiatric hospital. The twins quickly consolidate their control over London's criminal enterprises, gaining dominance when a rival gang leader from south London is imprisoned. The Krays use intimidation, extortion, and violence to establish their reign, including taking over a local nightclub.

While Reggie attempts to maintain a relationship with Frances, his driver's sister, his promise to leave his life of crime unfulfilled. Frances, believing in a better future, marries him, but as Reggie is jailed for a previous conviction, Ron’s erratic behavior threatens their empire. Ron's mental instability and violent tendencies wreak havoc on their business, scaring away patrons and pushing the nightclub to the brink of closure. Upon Reggie's release, tensions between the brothers lead to an intense fistfight, though they ultimately attempt to reconcile.

As their criminal operations expand, the Krays strike a lucrative deal with Angelo Bruno of the Philadelphia crime family, representing the American Mafia. But Ron’s paranoia and aggression cause chaos. His actions escalate when he murders George Cornell, an associate of a rival gang, bringing unwanted attention from Scotland Yard and opening a full-fledged investigation into the Krays' criminal activities.

Reg’s marriage to Frances unravels as his involvement in crime deepens, and her despair drives her to substance abuse. After a violent outburst where Reg beats her, Frances leaves him. Tragically, she later takes her own life, leaving Reggie guilt-ridden.

The brothers’ empire begins to crumble as internal betrayal arises. Ron hires Jack "the Hat" McVitie to kill Leslie Payne, the legal mind behind their operations, but the attempt fails, prompting Payne to inform Detective Leonard "Nipper" Read about the Krays’ activities. In a climactic moment, Reg brutally stabs McVitie at a party, sealing the brothers' fate.

In the film’s conclusion, both brothers are arrested and convicted of murder. Reggie was sentenced for McVitie’s death, while Ron faced charges for Cornell’s killing. The movie closes with their convictions, and the epilogue reveals that Ron died of a heart attack in 1995, followed by Reggie’s death from cancer in 2000.

Legend is a chilling exploration of the Kray twins' chaotic legacy—famed for their violence and feared for their control over London's dark side.

[thenopequeen]

remember how I said I had some idea for newsiecraft!Refuge residents? yeah here's the two children + the single adult who holds the braincell

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Nip/Nipper - she/her - aíma demon - 16

'aíma' means 'blood' in greek, which is exactly what her species of demon is known for: being able to track anything she has tasted the blood of. Their species is also known for cannibalism, but rotten flesh works just fine. Nip ended up in the Refuge after running away from her family, who had rather... medieval ideas what a lady should be like. While she was brought back to her family only weeks after getting brought into the Refuge, she ran away yet again after Sticks got out, this time disguising herself as a boy. This works scarily well.

Sitcks - he/him - plantborn - 20

Plantborn are a rather special species. There are two types of plantborn: specified or broad-ranged. Broad-ranged plantborn cannot create any plants, but know what every plant means, how toxic it is, and anything else about it the second they lay eyes on it. Specified plantborn can create plants, however it is limited to specific groups. This also goes for knowing things about plants automatically. Sticks is a specified plantborn, and specializes in poisonous berries. Sticks is pretty lucky, because plantborn have no visible inhuman features, and as such was able to actually age out of the Refuge without struggle. However the second this happened Nip came by and crashed as his house. He's just accepted it, he basically became the parental figure of everybody at the Refuge anyways.

Patrica - she/they - enderian - 10

Patrica (or Patty, as Crutchie calls them) was brought into the Refuge when she was very, very young, and at the age of 7, had her eyes removed to be sold. Mostly enderians do not survive this, but Patrica did. She's considered the younger sibling of literally everybody at the Rufuge, which she's fine with. She was a only child anyways, and her family wasn't very nice. She is also unable to teleport because she has never eaten chorus fruit, which gives enderians said ability. Despite being fully blind, she has figured out how to work her way around the Refuge without struggle. She does have a fair amount of water burns, but this is due to her being the punching bag to the older kids who misbehave. Most of them are able to take punishments, but Synder knows to use the helpless kid everybody fawns over instead. Cuts a lot deeper.

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Nip and Sticks were bunkmates with Jack the first time he was placed in the Refuge, and this is how they became friends! When Nip was informed her parents would be coming to pick her up, she made a deal with the other two to let her bite them on the wrists, so she'd find them after they all got out.

Nip and Sticks were also the ones who started calling Jack 'Cowboy'. They find it very funny, Jack doesn't.

Patrica was one of the first times that Jack realized how dangerous the Refuge was, because Synder allowed the blinding of a seven year old. Patrica was the first kid Jack took under his wings.

Sadly, these three don't reunite with Jack until after the newsies get to Dogwarts, because there was some... stuff that came up. (read: Nip's family getting in her business, and Patrica getting really sick from lack of chorus fruit). That being said, they track Jack down and then fall back into place of being chaotic siblings to him :>

Wait, ender pearls are their eyes? I thought it was more like actual pearls, irritations in the digestive tract or something. That's why you can sometimes get more than two. Or is it that enderians have actual eyes of ender for eyes?