#Televison News

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Richard at the Royal Television Society Baird Lecture in Birmingham, UK. (September 20, 2024)

📷: RTSMidsCentre

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Krapopolis

I just started Krapopolis because it's Rebecca from Ted Lasso and Richard Ayoade, (I can recognize his voice anywhere) I'm basically obsessed with both. I've seen all three episodes that are out and correct me if I'm wrong but it's funny and endearing. So it will become my new comfort watch so leave me alone I am depressed.

[spryfilm]

DVD Review: “Hawaii Five-O” (1968 - 1980) 

[schlock-luster-video]

On August 17, 1948, The Mad Monster debuted on television in New York City.

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'Vision' Series Confirmed For Disney+

Marvel are developing a Vision series for Disney+ that will see Paul Bettany return to the role. The show will be a continuation of the events of WandaVision that saw Vision adopt a white form. Terry Matalas, who is coming off the success of the third season of Star Trek: Picard, will be the showrunner and the writers room for the series opened this week. . The show will be the second spin-off…

[fozmeadows]

the older I get, the more the technological changes I've lived through as a millennial feel bizarre to me. we had computers in my primary school classroom; I first learned to type on a typewriter. I had a cellphone as a teenager, but still needed a physical train timetable. my parents listened to LP records when I was growing up; meanwhile, my childhood cassette tape collection became a CD collection, until I started downloading mp3s on kazaa over our 56k modem internet connection to play in winamp on my desktop computer, and now my laptop doesn't even have a disc tray. I used to save my word documents on floppy discs. I grew up using the rotary phone at my grandparents' house and our wall-connected landline; my mother's first cellphone was so big, we called it The Brick. I once took my desktop computer - monitor, tower and all - on the train to attend a LAN party at a friend's house where we had to connect to the internet with physical cables to play together, and where one friend's massive CRT monitor wouldn't fit on any available table. as kids, we used to make concertina caterpillars in class with the punctured and perforated paper strips that were left over whenever anything was printed on the room's dot matrix printer, which was outdated by the time I was in high school. VHS tapes became DVDs, and you could still rent both at the local video store when I was first married, but those shops all died out within the next six years. my facebook account predates the iphone camera - I used to carry around a separate digital camera and manually upload photos to the computer in order to post them; there are rolls of undeveloped film from my childhood still in envelopes from the chemist's in my childhood photo albums. I have a photo album from my wedding, but no physical albums of my child; by then, we were all posting online, and now that's a decade's worth of pictures I'd have to sort through manually in order to create one. there are video games I tell my son about but can't ever show him because the consoles they used to run on are all obsolete and the games were never remastered for the new ones that don't have the requisite backwards compatibility. I used to have a walkman for car trips as a kid; then I had a discman and a plastic hardshell case of CDs to carry around as a teenager; later, a friend gave my husband and I engraved matching ipods as a wedding present, and we used them both until they stopped working; now they're obsolete. today I texted my mother, who was born in 1950, a tiktok upload of an instructional video for girls from 1956 on how to look after their hair and nails and fold their clothes. my father was born four years after the invention of colour televison; he worked in radio and print journalism, and in the years before his health declined, even though he logically understood that newspapers existed online, he would clip out articles from the physical paper, put them in an envelope and mail them to me overseas if he wanted me to read them. and now I hold the world in a glass-faced rectangle, and I have access to everything and ownership of nothing, and everything I write online can potentially be wiped out at the drop of a hat by the ego of an idiot manchild billionaire. as a child, I wore a watch, but like most of my generation, I stopped when cellphones started telling us the time and they became redundant. now, my son wears a smartwatch so we can call him home from playing in the neighbourhood park, and there's a tanline on his wrist ike the one I haven't had since the age of fifteen. and I wonder: what will 2030 look like?

[jyoongim]

i saw this one story of urs where it was alastor and vox sister reader, and im OBSESSEDDDD I LOVE UR STORIES!!

im obsessed with the trope of two rivals then one courts the others family member, its so good!! so, in honor of my love for this trope..

alastor rearranging the readers guts and broadcasting it for all of hell to hear, including vox. OR, even better, using vox’s own technology to broadcast it for all of hell to WATCH! i want the reader crying, glitching out and begging from overstimulation, and possibly even overheating from it. and maybe a bit of praise and degradation? pretty please? :3

your new anon, pixie 🤍🌸

Warnings: Vox!Sister!Reader x Alastor, in love with the enemy trope, Smut! Overstimulation, begging, praise/degradation, slight humiliation, taunting

Think of reader like a humanoid robot

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Vox had always made sure that you stayed clear of Alastor.

He didnt want the Radio head anywhere near you.

You were his little sister and he would be damned if that old-timely prick got his hands on you.You felt bad for your brother, he was trying to protect you after all, but you were a big girl and could handle your own affairs.

Vox had warned you against getting close to the Radio Demon multiple times, and while at first you listened, Alastor had found you quite interesting. Being Vox’s sister was just a bonus, he liked seeing Vox growl in disapproval or take you away from the red demon’s prying eyes. 

Alastor had been making Vox’s life feel like a whirlpool with the constant close proximity he had with you and then turning around to belittle him for all of Hell to hear.

But you liked the attention the red demon gave you.

It was the first time in satan knows how long, that someone wasn’t terrified of Vox and his influence and you could just feel appreciated.

Alastor was a gentleman. He took the time to get to know you and after a while you accepted his advances.

You didnt have the heart to tell Vox.

I mean what would you tell him?

’oh yea by the way! I’ve been seeing Alastor behind your back even though I know you hate his guts’

You really wanted him to at least tolerate Alastor as your partner.

”What’s on your mind doll?” a rough low voice said, making you blink out of your headspace.

Alastor tilted his head as you smiled ”oh its nothing. Just wished that my brother didnt hate you. You’re not as bad as he says you are”

Alastor chuckled. The two of you had been seeing each other behind the Televison’s back and it gave Alastor so much joy of the thrill knowing you fancied him enough to go against your brother.

He rubbed your thighs reassuringly as he pressed a soft kiss to your pouty lips. “Oh really?” He smirked.

You shook your head, not wanting to think about it anymore. To shift the mood, you tangled your fingers in his fluffy locks, pulling him back to your mouth.

The two of you were in his radio tower for a late night rendezvous.

Vox would blow a fuse if he knew you had snuck out of headquarters to see the red demon.

You pressed your body against his, grinding your hips against the hard bump in Alastor’s pants. You smirked against his lips “aww you missed me that much?” Alastor growled lowly as he dug his claws in your soft skin.

Most secret nights were spent having intense make out sessions and heavy petting.

But you wanted to go further, it was always Alastor who stopped before the two of you could go any further.

You slipped from his lap, to situate yourself between his thighs. Your hands fumbled with his belt and right when your fingers pulled at the band of his boxers, Alastor stopped you.

”I think its quite late to indulge in such activities dearest”

You pouted up at him, eyes swirling up at him “I just want to make you feel good too…don’t you want to fuck me Al?”

You nuzzled your nose against his erection, purring “I don’t know when Vox’ll let me out again” 

How he resist when you looked so cute peppering kisses to his cock?

He let out a groan and when he didnt protest any further, you pulled until his cock sprang from its confines and slapped against your lips.

You took ahold of the girthy length and stroked it a few times before wrapping your lips around the tip.

Alastor sighed as you swirled your tongue on the tip of his cock, giving it kitten licks before taking him whole.

You bobbed your head happily, sending vibrations along his length as you sucked.

A hand wrapped in your hair,pushing you further down until you gurgled around him.

Alastor’s cock twitched in your throat as he looked down at you.

Oh what a pretty thing you were…

He snatched you off him, ignoring your whine when he pulled you back into his lap. He grinned at you. You were buzzing, skin flushed. He pulled you close to his face “seems you’ve convinced me enough to indulge you my dear”

A hand made its way under your dress, toying with your panties.

”To think your brother thinks he can keep you away from me” he chuckled as a finger caressed your puffy clit. You let out a low gasp, leaning into him as he played with your pussy.

You jolted when a finger slid into your warm heat, curling along your gummy walls. You mewled in his shoulder, grinding into his hand. Alastor grinned as your sticky slick dripped onto his hand, adding a second finger, he curled them into your walls, stretching you out.

His lips pressed into your exposed shoulder, sharp teeth nipping ”you’ll be a good girl for me wont you doll?” You nodded and gasped as he slipped his fingers out of you and picked you up to lay you across his control panel.

He grinned above you as he pulled at your dress. Your full tits spilled, nipples perking as they were exposed to the cool air.

You threw your head back as he pinched and twisted the peaks, letting out a ragged moan when his hot mouth enveloped the mound, switching between the two, sucking on your nipples like a babe seeking milk

“Ooh-Ah” you sighed when he tugged a nipple with his teeth.

Alastor grinded his cock against your smoldering heat, coating him in your essence.

His lips released your tit and trailed up to litter your collarbone and neck in kisses. You blinked when his face appeared in your vision.

You gave him a soft smile and hooked your legs around his waist.

You were tingling with excitement. The buttons on his control panel dug into your back, but you were focused on the demon looming over you.

”I fear your brother will be furious if he discovered our treachery” 

He was givin you one last chance to change your mind, but at this moment all you wanted was the pleasure that he could grant you.

So you threw caution to the wind

You angled your hips so his cock catch your clit, pulling him by his collar 

“Fuck Vox”

He grinned and when he slotted his lips against yours, he thrusted into you, swallowing your groan as he stretched your cunt.

Unbeknownst to you, Alastor had turned his radio frequency on.

You were unaware that he was now broadcasting his defilement of you. 

Voxtech’s pampered princess.

”A-Ala..Oh fuck!” You moaned in his neck as he filled you.

Alastor groaned in your ear “you take me so well darlin hehe i knew you would” bottoming out til his balls rested on the curve of your ass.

Your face was buried in his neck, body tingling as your systems ran haywire.

But when he pulled his hips back and pushed again and again and again you couldn’t stop the airy gasps that left your throat.

Your cunt clenched around his cock as he buried himself in you, soft grunts rattling in his throat as he pushed your hips deeper into the control panel. You were sure you’ll have the marks afterwards from how hard he was pummeling into you but that was a matter to be concerned with later.

A hand wrapped around your locks, pulling your face from his neck to look at him. Your lip was caught between your teeth, trying to contain the depraved sounds that bubbled in your chest. Your face was flushed and your eyes were blown.

Alastor peppered your heated face with kisses, whispering perverted nothings against your skin as he rutted up into you.

”Seven hells this cunt is perfect fuck! you look so pretty doll. My pretty girl. This what you wanted isn’t it? Hmm? You wanted me to take you didnt you doll?”

High pitch whines left your throat as his pace quickened.

”A-Al p-please oh fuck oh fuck I’m gonna ah!” Your cunt gushed and squeezed as your orgasm wrecked through your system.

Alastor sneered in your face, eyes narrowed as your face contorted in pleasure “That’s right doll cum on my cock. That’s a good girl. Such a good little slut”

You let out a cry as your systems buzzed as you creamed his cock.

You slumped against his chest, panting as your body shook.

”oh sweetheart I’m not done with you”

Vox was fuming.

How dare that insufferable loser take over his systems!

He was trying to gain control over the frequencies when he froze at the sound of your voice.

No

”Alastor oh fuck!” Your voice ranged out on the monitors.

No No No No NO!

FUCK NO!

Vox watched in horror as his baby sister cried out in ecstasy.

”Sir the channels are blocked how would you like me-”

”GET THE FUCK OUT!” He roared.

Vox sat in his chair and plugged various cables into his import.

He would be damned if anyone else saw you in such a disgraceful state. He checked every monitor in the city and shut the system down. He limited it to only Voxtech headquarters.

”that’s a good little slut”

Vox growled as the systems glitched and became distorted.

”P-please please please! Al no more” tears streamed down your face as blue sparks flew from your systems.

Your legs trembled as the red demon pounded into you.

Your body jolted against his control panel as your claws ripped through the metal.

”You can take a little more can’t you doll?” Alastor asked as he worked you through another orgasm.

Your body was covered in sweat and your systems were working overtime to prevent you from overheating.

Alastor’s cock twitched as your core heated up. It was like being surrounded by molten goo. Your cum was dripping down your legs and coating his length.

You cried out as his cock get that sweet spot inside you, the sound of your cunt squelching and his skin hitting yours radiated through the room.

”I wonder how far I can push your systems dear. Youve got such a pretty pussy, wonder how much of my cum you can take”

Every word had you clenching around him.

”Allllllll” you whined as your system started to glitch, a warning ding ringing in your head.

”You like me ruining you don’t you doll? What would your dear brother say if he saw you taking the cock of the radio demon? I can’t wait to see the look on his face when I send you back to him filled with my cum, oooh yes would you like that pretty doll? To go back home stuffed with my cum hmmm?”

”too m-uch oh fuck fuck fuck Al! Ah! Please please I t-think I’m-I’m gonna OH!” Your body seized as you glitched out, sparks flying and the lights on the control panel flickered as Alastor tore your orgasm from you. A cry ripped for your lips as your eyes dimmed, systems shutting down as you milked his cock, pulling his own orgasm from him.

Alastor came with a growl as he painted your heated walls white, humming in satisfaction when your body went limp and a soft beeping came from you.

With a squish, he pulled his cock out of you and watched as his cum dripped out of you. 

He watched as you slid from the panel and into a heap on the floor. Your body convulsed and twitched as your eyes glowed on and off, a soft static coming from you. He hummed and grinned as Vox appeared across your eyes.

”Hello old pal enjoy the show? Hope you don’t mind the little dear coming home late she’s a bite worst for wares.” 

Bright sparks flew from you as Vox tried to boot your systems back up.

”YOU FUCKING PRICK! I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU!” Vox growled.

Alastor chuckled, before pulling your limp body to him. He angled your head so Vox could see him clearly and rested his head on your ass. He grinned when electricity ran through you, a protective measure no doubt, he leaned down to your used cunt and placed a soft kiss to your cunt, sucking it into his mouth. 

Vox smashed his control panel and cursed when your systems sent a report of the mess you were.

“Hehe until next time old friend” Alastor crackled as he took over your systems, blocking Vox from having any access.

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Possible Turn of Events Post-WOTFI 2024

Here's the most likely thing that could happen.

A therapy session with Dr. Smg3 is obviously the thing to do.

In fact, he's an expert in this kind of stuff.

Meggy will support hiim during recovery.

Just the typical villian reform.

BUT WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT?

Here's my very own SMG4 Arc idea, with moments of drama, humor, and love.

This..

Seems to ressemble this..

Troubled children's souls trapped inside a televison for eternity

Also, there's a difference between the way Mr. Puzzles acts inside the TV as opposed to how he acts on the inside (Of his soul)

Chaotic and muderous on the outside...

A friendship-craving child on the inside.

Maybe it's the TV that's the problem. Maybe that's were he's more corrupt.

This means that the only way to truly reform him, to seprate him from the TV...

And raise him properly with all the love and support he didn't get from his early childhood.

Thus, giving Meggy a little brother (Because she'd feel weird being called a "mom"", and her own protégé to train the the best of his ability, as well as a new member of the crew!

Lol, I'm actually really obbessed with this idea and the adventures coming with it. Feel free to share your own ideas in replies, for this arc, or your own idea of what should happen post-WOTFI 2024.

[gabessquishytum]

This has been haunting my head forever, but as we all know Robert Smith was the leading inspiration for Dream in the comics with more than a bit of Neil sprinkled in there (and a few other goth rock bands like Bauhaus' Peter Murphy) and I just can't get over the image of a goth rockstar Dream.

It's the late 70s, and our boy Dream is riding a creative high of LSD and pedal effects to the top of the pops. They're calling the band he fronts, name and members are up to you or whoever takes this idea on, Goth bc they're too dark for New Wave but are just upbeat enough to steer clear of Televison's particular brand of Post-Punk. It's a newer label but a fitting one considering how dour and moody the genre has gotten since Ian Curtis's death. One he despises as he claims he's very happy with his current success and how his life is going.

But he's not happy. He hates playing to the newly forming stereotype of his fans, but he isn't. Celebrity Marriages hardly ever last and his relationship with his novelist wife is crumbling around him. He loves his son but the touring schedule is killing all of his free time. He's also pretty deep into substance abuse but he wouldn't admit it to his big sister let alone the random journo who has a camera in his face while he's trying to catch a 5:30 am flight to start his newest tour. He's just burnt out and creatively stuck as the label tries to pigeonhole him into this new subgenre, which he doesn't want anymore. Life, his life, can't be doom and gloom forever even though that's where it looks like it's heading. Forever being hailed as the Nightmare King.

Meanwhile, three radio stations over, Hob Gadling is desperately trying to hang onto life. He's a bit older now than when he first broke out onto the music scene as a rambunctious coat rider of the Sex Pistols, but he's still going strong. Punk has always been his outlet. Life sucks and you keep on living despite it. It tried to kill him not long after he debuted with substance use, but he powered through it and got clean. His wife died in childbirth, but he stuck around to raise his son. He even took a three-year hiatus and completely missed how much the sound had changed from his younger years. Even as post-punk has risen in popularity and the friends he knew have either died or changed their sound completely, he won't give up hope! Punk's not dead and neither is he. No matter how long his hair gets or if he grows out of his leather jacket.

The two meet rather coincidentally. Hob just happens to be opening for Dream on the Europe leg of his tour. Unsurprisingly the tension around Dream's band has become a powder keg and when he finally snaps and fires his guitarist, his bassist also leaves. With half the band gone, Dream considers calling it quits right then and there. Fuck the new album, fuck the last fifteen or so dates. He wants to go home. But Hob sees how close they are to finishing the tour and puts his foot down. They will finish the tour! So he offers up his services to Dream. He's not bad with a guitar and if Dream can cover the bass, then he'll play all night if he has to. Because out there on stage? That's life and he wants to keep making people happy and give them something that might transcend time and space. To never die bc his name is there among the annuls of rock history.

And in time, Dream will come around to his new friend. He will learn to appreciate the zest for performing and living his new friend has. He will also think he has the greatest body known to man and will forever laugh at the terribly done anarchy A Hob has tattooed on his ass, but that's neither for here or there. For now, Dream pulls himself together and gets his bass out from the dark pits of hell the roadies call gear storage. For the show must go on.

Oh god I want an entire novel length story around this. It’s fantastic! I have so many thoughts about these two!!

Hob is falling in love with all the new sounds that he’s hearing. He spent his time on his hiatus being a suburban dad, and now he’s back on the scene is just feels amazing. He can’t get enough of Roxy Music and David Bowie and Elvis Costello. And he’s determined to drag himself back up among those names! He’s got so many ideas of where punk can go! And he’s fascinated by Dream and his band. The lyrics are a little dark and wallowy, but Hob understands that actually people need to hear that. Life in the UK isn’t easy, particularly for young people. They need something loud and desperate and real. Little does he know, Dream feels like what he’s doing is so far away from being real. He feels likes such a fraud. He can’t get off the hamster wheel except by shooting up and passing out.

Hob recognises all of this in approximately 0.5 seconds after meeting Dream. It makes him pretty sad, but he’s determined that he’ll lift Dream out of his funk. If nothing else, he’ll make him love music again.

So when Hob said he was OK with a guitar, he was lying - he's actually a bit of a genius, and it's fair to say that Dream falls a little bit in love with him about half way through the sound check. Instead of hiding in the dressing room and licking his wounds over the band breaking up, he actually watches as Hob opens for him. Hob is very classic punk, it's all very "fuck the government, fuck me up the arse" kind of stuff, but Dream doesn't get bored for a single second. Hob is just that entertaining, and his riffs are insane. Dream itches to write a song for him. And when Hob ends the set with a jokey little song that his five year old son allegedy wrote the lyrics for (lil Robyn is very punk, just like his daddy) Dream’s eyes actually get a bit misty. It's probably all the smoke.

And there's really no time to get emotional! Dream’s drummer, Constantine, thankfully didn't walk out with the rest of them. So somehow, with Hob’s virtuosic guitar skills and sheer determination, plus Dream’s refusal to fail yet again, they actually make a really decent show. Dream feels a tingle of the old spark that he used to get when he first started out - it probably has something to do with the way Hob upends a bottle of water all over his head half way through the show and grins like a maniac.

After the show they crash in a local hotel. Hob calls his kid from the payphone and Dream wishes that he had the courage to do the same. Instead he takes some pills so he doesn't have to feel the high from the show gradually wearing off into nothingness. He doesn't know why Hob comes and sits next to him in the dark, pressing against him from thigh to shoulder. He stays for the whole of Dream’s trip, in fact, humming something quiet and classic. Dream feels quite ashamed of himself, and for the first time he thinks that maybe he'd feel better without the drugs. Maybe.

As the tour gets off to a slow start, Dream starts to notice that Hob is having some kind of positive effect on him. Just little thing. They get breakfast together, so Dream actually eats something, which is unusual. Their little arguments don't get out of hand, because Hob never lets them escalate. When Dream is angry and spitting at the world, Hob is sure to point of something positive. Not that Hob doesn't get sad, too - he just deals with it differently. He goes for long walks, and turns off the news when it gets bad. He gets himself a snack when he's irritable, and laughs about it afterwards.

Dream writes him a near impossible guitar solo and it feels like a "thank you".

They have a sweet, unexpected first kiss. It's 2am and they're standing at the edge of the road, waiting for a mechanic to come out to their broken down tour bus. There's no one around to see, so Dream rests his head on Hob’s shoulder. He's sore, and weary. Hob turns his head slightly and tucks an arm around him, and it just happens. They kiss. It is, of course, the first of many.

And you can bet that Dream kisses that anarchy tattoo a million time, too.

[disneytva]

Laughing Place had a little chat with Disney Television Animation CEO and VP of Disney Branded Televison Animation Meredith Roberts on Big City Greens future.

She hopes to make more episodes, spin-offs and a new show with The Houghton Brothers. 👀

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Richard at the National Television Awards at The O2 Arena in London, UK. (September 11, 2024)

[kaythefloppa]

Wild Kratts - Fish Out of Water Review [Spoilers]

April is finally here, and with it, three new episodes have been released on the PBS Kids Video App ahead of their release. At the time I'm posting this, it is midnight and the one hour special "Our Blue and Green World" is yet to air on televison and streaming, so I will get to that when I get to that. Given that I have already reviewed No Name Dream and Backpack the Camel, I'll give a review to this episode as well. Spoiler warning and opinions ahead under the cut

First New York, then Hawaii, and now a goddamn University on the list of areas I would never expect these guys to film. Bros are everywhere.

As someone who is about to graduate high school, I feel IMMENSELY jealous of the college students who saw the motherfucking Kratt Brothers filming an episode on campus. I can already begin to see the floods of social media posts bragging about this on Tumblr and Twitter threads.

Ok I feel bad for being a bit salty earlier, I actually think it's really sweet how these people outside of the show can share their interests and expertise in biology and physics to help children educate. The entire live-action opening where they study the locomotion of mudskippers is honestly really sweet, and we haven't even gotten to our main animal yet!

God these are such cute animals. But beyond that, the term "fish out of water" could not be a more fitting title. They have joints like we do, can adapt to different environments, and can swim and climb like we can. This is probably my favorite live action segment because of how well structured the clips and movements are and just how fun it is seeing these little blorbs move around the place.

I should talk about how it took us half a decade to see a mudskipper on the show, and 13 years overall to get a focus episode, but so far, up to a great start and definitely worth waiting (for the most part).

Oh so is it like the Hermit Crab episode where in all of the official releases they leave out the determiner but in the actual episode it's there? This has no overall bearing on the episode but I just felt the need to point it out.

I should check off on my S7 bingo card about seeing the old inventions again because holy shit it's been almost a decade since we saw the Butterflier XT

Also can anyone identify those butterflies? I know for a FACT that those motherfuckers aren't monarchs because of their patterns (the only pattern variation in butterflies is sex-linked, and while I'm aware they live in Asia, this again, does not look like a match) but they also aren't viceroys because they lack the line around their wings. I only ask this to bring up my next point.

I thought the Butterfly Disc we saw in Season 1 was specifically programmed based off of Monarch Butterflies. But as established (until proven wrong), these are not monarch butterflies. So unless Aviva retrofitted or reprogrammed the disc to be multi-familial, as in they can touch any butterfly regardless of classification and activate accordingly (like with the Crocodile, Dragonfly, and Gecko Discs), the activation should not work. I only ask this because while it seems miniscule, Chris' decision to bring out the disc is what sets off the plot - It's what causes him to loose the discs in the butterfly swarm, so I feel like, while not a critique, it's a legitimate question as to the direct programming of the discs vs. the animals used to activate.

Man, Zach wasn't even in this episode and somehow they STILL lose their discs? (Actually, I am pleasantly surprised that they didn't take the opportunity to have this be a Zach-related episode).

You think they'd put a tracker on the collection or encode a chip the actual discs so that they wouldn't get lost this easily. This again, sounds like a nitpick, but earlier seasons set up a firewall for the Creature Power Discs and a tracking device/rocket-device on the Creature Power Suits and gloves because of how frequent these types of contingiences are, so there's really no excuse for this.

(Suck my ass PBS Kids Video App, I'm still able to get high quality snips even with your bullshit formatting!!!)

They really went all out with the "other-wordly" vibe that the mudskippers' territory gave off. Once again, we waited two years for this to be put to animation and to see come air.

I've made enough jokes around these situations in the show, so I think we'd all benefit if I just changed the subject: That front-facing mudskipper is fucking hilarious.

*Martin's voice* - Slimy Skin-breathers!

Okay, but I actually did not know that. At all. Even 10 years later, this show is still teaching me new things about animals in the most beautfully unexpected ways. This is one of the many reasons I will never give up on the show.

[Unexpected angst in bagging area - Also, with the inclusion of No Name Dream, which will air two days before this episode, that brings our Krangstt quota to #2]

Okay so I really like the set-up here, and it genuinely was a surprise seeing Jimmy angst in this episode as a subplot in a series that rarely operates on A-plots and B-plots (unless you count the villains' schemes which are usually just A^2 plots) like most shows. And as someone who legitimately was going through rough times (S7 was actually one of my few reasons to keep going), I heavily related to Jimmy. So yeah, a Jimmy angst episode? Can totally buy. What I'm not gonna buy is how they execute it with the ending, because that and the implications.... yikes...

C'mon! "Mudspitter" was right there! Right there!

Ok, here is where my main problem with this episode's subplot is. If I could boil it down to one word, it would be: Incomplete. Jimmy feeling inadequate based on an observation he made is one thing. Him immediately leaving afterwards on a whim moments after said observation is completely another and doesn't align that well.

Like, this would only work if Jimmy had attempted to be a fish "IN" water. If he tried to help Aviva and Koki with the data-research and inventing, but he failed, and they politely turned him down. Or if there was any basis as to why he suddenly disregards his piloting skills or teleporting, whether he doesn't care or doesn't think them to be enough for him to fit in. Like, he wants to be in on the action because some part of him doesn't feel like sitting around by the teleporter is enough. What I'm saying is, there is no pathos. I personally find it to be relatable, but on a narrative level, it doesn't work. I know the "character feeling left out so they leave" thing is cliche'd, but there's a reason it's a cliche, and that's because it follows a lot of writing beats that this particular episode doesn't, so on top of being cliche'd as fuck to begin with, it feels very awkward. And this is going to be apparent both here and in this episode's climax (which I also do not have many kind words for,) so I had to use my allotted time to talk about why this doesn't work.

Could... could they not call him on his Creaturepod? Could the brothers not call him on his Pod? Did he even have his Creaturepod?? Again, there are so many plot-holes in this B-story that could've easily been written around with a change of dialogue or scenery. Have Jimmy's Creaturepod be shown left lying around which makes them realize they have no way of getting him back to the teleporter in time. Jimmy would have no reason to even bring his Creaturepod on his adventure, so that just raises even more questions. Like, this isn't an active diss on the writers, but I think there should've been more proof-reading of the script since this is a massive oversight.

I think now is the time for me to bring up this question I've had for years now; How exactly does the teleporter work? In several episodes, we've seen that there is a coordinate code in the teleporter that allows it to be sent to the target. Koki's "the communication queen" as Aviva puts it, so she'd likely be able to triangulate the brothers' location. So I'm not sure why the show presents this as a struggle for Koki. This isn't the only example, so I won't hold it against the episode, (they have this be the case specifically to emphasize the point that they need Jimmy, which I can forgive) but it's another piece of lore that I should probably theorize about lmao.

Also

YOU HAVE LITERALLY TELPORTED THE CREATURE POWER DISCS FOUR TIMES.

TWO OF THOSE TIMES BEING IN A ROW.

AND ONE OF THEM WAS FOUR EPISODES AGO IN THIS EXACT SAME SEASON.

This whole episode spent the past five minutes making its main characters look incredibly idiotic for the sake of its B plot.

Once again, this episode's spitting facts that I didn't even know.

This is actually a neat seguay, having the brothers figure out the abilities of the mudskippers while exercising their own cool abilities. It feels really natural, and again, is an inventive way to show off the locomotive abilities of the mudskipper.

I feel like this falls very well between "accurate enough to be admirable" and "uncanny." I can (maybe on my deathbed) get used to this suit's design (though I'm partly glad Chris doesn't activate it because spoilers, he doesn't).

I've given this subplot a lot of flack, but credit where it's due, even with its misses, it does hit with the emotional beats.

Very conflicted on this:

On one hand, Jimmy actually taking the initiative to miniaturize is pretty ballsy. The show, despite not being serialized, does develop its characters in a way that you can sense a clear difference of them when you compare the modern seasons to the earlier ones. And this can be seen as a positive development for Jimmy, since it's his "Creature Adventure."

On the other hand.... back to what I was saying about consistency. Why did Jimmy bring the miniaturizer?? What was his prompting?? Was he planning on shrinking himself down the whole time? Like, he left his friends for god knows how much time and is now out of nowhere shrinking himself down to fish size because he feels inadequate? Uhm, Jimmy, ever heard the idea of therapy?

Also, again, very weird presentation of the episode. They don't at all put any attention to Jimmy's coms and whether or not he has them, (which would easily solve a bigger issue of why he's not contacted), yet they have him carry the Miniaturizer with him. Now, the latter is plot-relevant, but so could've been something about the Creaturepod.

This [from what I interpret] gets Jimmy out of his slump, making his "scientific discovery." Not realizing that his job of piloting and teleporting are equally important. Again, this is structured poorly. I like what they were going for, but it shouldn't have been the only thing that altered the trajectory of this subplot. Again, he can teleport discs to the brothers and pilot and while those are mentioned later on, it's not something he comes to himself in an "oh shit" moment. So this just feels unearned and weird. I really hate how harsh I am, since it's a Jimmy centric episode and it was the #1 requested thing on all the chat-boards during the hiatus, but this is one of those things where it has to be done right if at all. This isn't done right, and the fact that it takes up 50% of the episode just... ugh.

You can't tell it through screenshots but with the way Aviva says it and the scene cutting to her and Koki laughing at it, I'm 98% inclined that this was a specific innuendo, and ngl, I kinda laughed too.

Oh look, it's Kenge's cousin! [For you Lion Guard fans that also recognize Wild Kratts] - [I was inclined to make a reference to Jessie, but that felt in bad taste considering y'know]

Ok, but that has to be an Asian water monitor. Correct me if I'm wrong. What I'm definitely not wrong about is that their bites contain venom; To a human it's not lethal, however to small prey, including mudskippers, or anything around that size, it's lights out. So yeah, Chris and Martin are fucked.

Ok this line is absolutely badass.

Also, grey?? Grey?? I thought Jimmy's signature color was orange/yellow? Or red with the implication of the tail episode? Great, now there's another color that'll be in the debates for his future Creature Power Suit.

Once again, this arc feels weirdly put together. This notion comes up specifically at the climax when it should come up beforehand as Jimmy realizes his worth. Because otherwise, it gives the implication that he knew this all along and yet still felt like a fish out of water, which doesn't mesh together properly (it could, if the episode actually tried to do so which it didn't).

The episode, Sea Otter Swim, does this plot so much better. We see Jimmy's doubts, and we see how he overcomes said doubts in a way that is presented clear to the audience, and the climax where he actually realizes what he's capable of feels earned. This is not earned. So even though I am rooting for him to win, this whole thing just feels messy.

So is nobody gonna ask why Jimmy left his post? Is Jimmy not gonna tell everyone why he left, or at the very least ask why nobody bothered to call for him? Is nobody going to at least let Jimmy know that he can't just... abandon his post without warning because of the fact that they need him? Is Jimmy not going to come to that conclusion himself? Is anything in this episode gonna be earned??

This entire ending feels like an ass-pull: First off, Jimmy and the brothers had enough time to head back to the miniaturizer and then the Tortuga, and in none of that time, did Jimmy ever give them the Power Discs? Why? Yes, it was for the sake of the fake-out defeat/joke, but was there any reason why Jimmy just kept the thing hidden waiting to give it to the brothers?

The entire emotional climax to this episode is basically everyone putting Jimmy on a pedestal. It's unsatisfying because there wasn't any acknowledgement or follow up to Jimmy's conflict at the beginning, nor is the lesson learned in the right way, and the conclusion just overreacts by hyping up Jimmy instead of just having a reasonable "We're a team!" thing, or through any self-actualization of his good qualities that Koki pointed out. None of it, friggin' none of this is earned! Now it comes across as Jimmy being uncharacterstically boastful and cocky and the others just kissing his arse. That's probably not the intent but it was the result.

That is actually like, so fucking cool. I have massive respect for all of these people, like legitimately (also, considerning that's the exact opposite of what Zach does on an ethics scale, I find that really interesting). But beyond that, I think this episode has the best live action segments ever, they are so ingenuitive. I could easily see someone at my high school showing a clip of this episode in robotics' or biology class.

CONCLUSION:

PROS:

The live action segments.

The info dumps about the mudskippers.

The Kratt Brother's adventure with the mudskippers.

The animation

The background music (a lot of which is recycled from earlier seasons)

CONS:

Everything else (specifically the B plot). I feel like the writers wanted to give Jimmy his own storyline, either out of interest or seeing how popular the character was in chat-boards, but they didn't know how to do it so they just went through the motions without really connecting anything at all, so it's a lot harder relating to the exact conflicts in some cases, and you feel disatisfied by the cimax. It reminds me of what they did with Vitani in the Lion Guard finale, a case of giving this one character the spotlight, but hitting all of the wrong marks that does the character and the audience a disservice and leaves a bitter taste in the viewer's mouth by the end credits.

This is the first episode this season that has made me cringe, primarily off of its premise, not just a particular scene, a dated pop culture reference, or a weird-looking Power Suit. It is the first to make me cringe because of its story, which again, the B-plot takes up 50% of the episode, so it's constantly in your face. It's definitely not bad, not hateable bad, and it's far too early in the season to call it the worst, and there are definitely worse episodes out there, ones that have aired and ones that probably will inevitably air, but I can safely say, thus far, it's the one Wild Kratts episode that I enjoy, but only to an extent. The live action segments were by far the only thing that I got extremely engaged in, but other than that, and the other pros, it's not that good.

Final Ranking: 6/10: Above Average, but Needed Improvement.

[vasyandii]

Hiiii it's me agaiiinn <3

I just love reading about these two catastrophes

who hogs the covers?

who chooses what to watch on television?

who tries to embarrass the other in public?

what are their love languages?

Thank you <3

KRUEGERNAK HEADCANONS

Hi Gamergirlbones!! It's always a joy to answer your asks, your blog is a treat, thank you so much! <333 let's get started >:3

1.) Who hogs the covers?

Nak! Definitely Nak- She finds comfort in holding things while sleeps. So, Nak hogs pillows, blankets, even Krueger himself. Nak is always cold in some way, whether it be from living in a cold climate or stress, so she's always seeking warmth-

It's not unusual for her to be cocooning herself in an impenetrable fortress of blankets or clinging to Krueger while she sleeps (even though he snores like a train and kicks like a mule in his sleep lmao),It makes her feel safe.

Plus he radiates so much body heat he's liker her personal radiator lmao-

2.) Who chooses what to watch on Televison?

I feel like they both take turns with deciding what to watch on TV- (whoever is on the couch first gets dibs) but both have their ways of doing it-

Nak goes for Streaming services, She likes the variety and trash entertainment, plus she gets to watch the movies she didn't get to see when she was younger

Krueger religiously watches stuff on Cable TV since the Television Nak bought allows for both options. He says that the commercials are part of the experience and find the commercials entertaining to talk trash about (he just wants breaks to do whatever)

3.) Who tries to embarass the other in public?

KRUEGER- if he's in the mood I feel like he's one of the corniest people anyone has ever known. He goes from fairly quiet guy to obnoxious.

He's old enough to not care what others think and Since Nak is so reactive to his teasing he finds it amusing, he just likes seeing her laugh or get flustered:

- walking through a shopping district, loudly announcing, "PhayPhay, Baby, do you want to go check out that store?"

- "Do NOT call me that-"

- "But I was just asking a Question Boo Boo Bear :("

- "Sebastain-"

- walking after her, can't even keep a straight face "SHHH it's okay Come, I will give you a Hug to make you feel better baby schnucks."

- stumbling away from him, Laughing hard as hell "No No- Get away from me asshole!"

4.) What are their Love Languages?

Their love languages are pretty similar, so in their eyes, the other is easy to love :) I'll be separating this into Giving (How they show love) and Recieving (How they feel loved)

Nak

Giving: Acts of Service, Giving Gifts

Nak believes that actions speak louder than words. If Krueger’s hands are stiff from holding a gun too long she would massage them until they feel better. If Krueger is too tired to wash his hair she’ll do it for him. She doesn’t care if she has to dig a bullet out of his shoulder or do his laundry she just wants to make things easier for him. And it's rewarding to know that he's okay.

Phayvanh is a gift giver, not like anything expensive, or to win favours. She wants to show Krueger she’s paying attention to his interests, that she cares about what his favorite things are. So occasionally she would just walk up the Krueger and like hand him a cool rock she found or his favorite candy bar.

Recieving: Acts of Service, Quality Time

She's going to complain about doing chores or cleaning whatever Nikolai wants her to clean on base before going home. Nak is so used to being on her own she doesnt automatically ask for help. But when Krueger steps in to help out, even if he wasn't asked to, she appreciates it so much. It means more time for them to talk and be together while helping her out.

Nak isn't a "date" type of person. She feels a bit out of place at the idea of going to some fancy restaurant to have small talk. It makes her feel like she's being interrogated. She'd rather just sit with Krueger on the couch eating breakfast as they watch the news in comfortable silence.

KRUEGER

Giving: Physical Touch, Quality Time

I like to believe Krueger shows his affection through actions, just in a different way. He likes showing Nak he cares by just being near her, locking pinkies with her, having their boots touching under the table while they eat. He just had to be touching her in some way; "I wouldn't hold you if I didn't care about you" mindset basically.

Quality time is a big thing for him too I assume, even though he fell for Nak first this was like a whole year of friendship before the initial confession. It's not big dates, just them folding laundry together while cracking jokes is enough.

Recieving: Acts of Service, Words of Affirmation

I think Krueger outside of work is tired often, when he's on the job he's able to just focus on that, not problem, but once he's out of a mission he's just too exhausted to get out of bed. Having Nak be there for him makes him feel like he doesn't have to constantly look his best for her to like him. He can be a gross, stinky, rowdy guy with no judgement. They take care of each other and it gives him piece of mind.

Krueger probably likes words of affirmation to an extent, it's something he didn't get back in Salzburg growing up. He's used to surface level compliments like "I like your hair" or "nice shirt", he doesn't care for them. Having someone as straightforward as Nak say to him something as simple as "That's my man!" Or "Missed you, Baby." He could've sworn his heart skipped a beat.

That's all for today :3 thank you so much for reading!! Hopefully this is readable I tend to ramble Alot and my brain has been fried for a few days xD if you have any questions feel free to ask n such!!

Love Ya Gamergirlbones!!

[therealbigc]

Hey Big C! You still holding up okay after the big Crusty news? The sad music is rarely a good sign :(

You want like a hug or some ice cream or somethin?

...boot up da sopranos on da televison. dat'll make me feel bettah..

[iknowyuu]

little meow

// reader's guardians adopt a hybrid to keep them company.

hybrid! sieun x gender neutral! reader

↝ wc: 1.2k

note: Slowly trying to ease back into this, please be patient with me. <333 I’m working through all your requests slowly but surely, please know I’m NOT ignoring you !! 🫶🏾

content: cat hybrid! sieun obv, forehead kisses, alluding to animal abuse

REBLOGS >>>> LIKES

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being the golden child (and the only child) of your family meant that not only did you get perfect grades and never stirred up trouble, it also meant you had no social life.

so, when your guardians first brought up the idea of getting a hybrid to keep you company, it was a hard no for you. why would you want to surround yourself with even more bothersome responsibilities? your perfect marks were hard to keep up with as they were, you couldn’t imagine trying to not only feed and bathe another being, but to clean up after it as well? yeah okay. don’t kid yourself.

but the more you thought about it, you began to realize that your final years before college we’re wasting away without a single friend that you could comfortably call to hang out with anytime. a friend you could text at two in the morning and have respond not soon after, a friend you could go out and have a feast with without feeling judged.

so after a bit of pestering from your guardian, you finally agreed to having a hybrid that would reside with you in the home. finally, someone to keep you company during the late, late hours of the night.

of course, like nothing ever was, it was not what you expected.

the little kitty was around your age, around a year older, however he was just as, if not more socially inept than you. you also had no reason to call him a kitty due to his age in comparison to yours, but he most definitely reminded you of one- with those big eyes of his.

he would avoid you at any cost ever since your guardians dropped him of and left for work. when you studied, he would make sure to not disturb you, even when he was terribly hungry, he would curl up in a corner of the house and leave you to find him hours later. when you asked him if he wanted to take a walk, he hesitated for a long while, before finally agreeing. you know cats don’t usually go for walks, but you thought some fresh air would be nice.

he not only avoided walking beside you, but walked so far behind that nobody would’ve thought you were on the walk together.

two weeks of this behavior went by without you thinking too much about it, simply brushing it off as him being shy with new people. however, after four weeks, you became concerned- not only bringing up questions about his past but also being saddened by the fact that the one who was supposed to keep you company was avoiding you like the plague. that's what led you to the situation you were in now.

sitting across from the cat boy on the couch and watching tv, you had your arms crossed. you could already see in peripheral the way he was analyzing your body language, his tail laying stiff, ears standing straight up on his head.

"do you have anything specific you wanna watch?" you looked at him, before turning you attention back to the televison.

"..." no response.

you sighed before putting the remote on the couch and turning your whole body to fully face him. "sieun.." you frowned, "what's wrong? it's been a while since you've been here but you still seem really scared.. is it.. something i did? something my guardians did?" you pouted before continuing, "please tell me. i want to help you. i want you to be as comfortable as possible. i can't make that happen if you don't tell me how."

he stared at you for several seconds, his ears slowly relaxing down. for the first time, he spoke a full sentence to you. "...sorry.. it's nothing you did."

even though it wasn't much, you nodded and smiled to yourself at his response. better than nothing!

after that talk with him (if you could even call it that) things got better, little by little. he’d do more than just let out polite ‘thank you’s and lay gentle knocks on your closed door when he was thirsty. after a little bit of encouraging, he eventually got the courage to ask you for a specific play toy and not just deal with what he was given (wow! what a feat!).

a few months went by of him opening up more and more, and that all led to the now- the two of you sitting side by side on a particularly cold night, sharing ramen straight from the pot.

“this movie is kinda boring..” you sighed. sieun nodded in response, his tail curling up and out from under the blanket. “do you wanna change it?” he asked you.

“yeah..” you picked up the remote and switched the television to youtube, scrolling through the menu of your recommendations (a lot of the videos coming from sieun’s watches as well).

“what about this?” you settled on a true crime video, a deep analysis on an interrogation. several seconds passed before he responded, “okay.”

as the video played, you didn't notice how... certain words would make him tense, or even flinch; it didn't take long for you to hear the soft sniffles coming from him.

"sieun?" you picked up the remote and paused the video, "what's wrong?"

"it.. it just.." his face remained scrunched up, globs of tears spilling from his eyes, using the back of his hand to wipe them away. "...reminds me of.." he doesn't finish his sentence, but you don't need him to. you know what he's gonna say; it reminds him of his previous owner.

you're speechless. your heart breaks for the tears he's shed.

"s-sieun.." you frown, placing a hand on his back. "i didn't know.." you rub his back in circles, watching as he tries to calm himself. scooting closer to him, you slowly and gently wrap your arm around his shoulder, only to be startled at the way he completely turns his body to face you, wrapping his arms around your torso and burying his face into the crook of your neck.

his long tail comes around to wrap around you, his fluffy ears in direct contact with your face. you place a hand on one of his ears gently petting him.

as the minutes pass, he calms down. finally you speak up, "i promise nothing like that will ever happen while you're here. we love you- i love you. so much, okay sieun?" he nods as you scratch behind his ear, his shivers of pleasure radiating through your body. "don't be scared, hm?" you gently lift his face by his cheek and place a soft kiss on his forehead. his breathing hitched as he took another deep breath. "is it okay if we stay like this?" you asked. he nodded.

soon enough, his uneven breathing went from irregular to slow and calm, his eyes closed, chest steadily rising and falling. he's shifted his spot on the couch to lay completely up against you in between your legs- his chest directly against yours, his arms wrapped around your neck, face resting in the crook. his quietness took it's effect on you, your eyes getting droopy with every minute that passed. his tail was relaxed on the couch, his ears twitching every now and then. you occasionally patted his head, or scratched behind his ear, giggling at the way his ear would twitch.

"it'll be okay." you whispered against his hair, closing your eyes and finally letting sleep take you.

♡

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[vamp-ress]

Fic Rec: LOTRPS

Title: The Fall Author: Idrilia Beta: anobtuselife - with thanks for your encouragement :) Rating: PG-13 for adult themes and reference to teh sex Pairing: Viggo/Orlando rps Disclaimer: Not real, not for profit, not mine. Feedback: Always adored. Genre: A ladle full of angst, a pint of romance, a dose of hurt/comfort, a dash of historical AU, and a twist of New Zealand. Written for the viggos_50 prompt table. Warnings: This fic contains major religious themes that could cross into what some might consider sacrilegious territory. My intent is not to offend but instead to explore faith, hope and love. Angst, ladies and gentlemen. Summary: The angel lay with the man and knew that one Heaven had been exchanged for another. The angel knew the mortal would be gone too soon and so refused to return to Heaven. Refused to return to God. The angel exercised free will in order to indulge in lust... in love... and by doing so, the angel chose to fall.

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Title: The Deal Author: Idrillia Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Orlando/Viggo Beta:anobtuselife who made this so much more readable that it was. Thank you! Warnings: References to underage and overage prostitution plus drug use and man sex. Abuse of main characters. BDSM overtones. No happy ever after resolution. Feedback: Is so very welcome. Word Count: 6,579 Genre: Angsty supernatural dark!fic that uses lore from the televison show Supernatural but in a LotR RPS (hopefully AU) scenario. Summary: It's the morning of 14th January, 2008 and a date of deadly importance for Orlando is now fast approaching. He turns to the only person he believes can comfort him: Viggo. Written for Orlando's 31st birthday.

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Title: Five Times Orlando Went to Hell and the One Time He was Saved Author: Idrillia Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Orlando/Viggo Beta: anobtuselife. Any remaining errors are all mine. Warnings: Major Orlando whumping. Viggo too, but mainly Orlando. References to prostitution plus drug use and man sex. Abuse of main characters. Character death and suicide references. In short, a happy, happy birthday fic. Feedback: Is so very welcome. Word Count: 10,728 Genre: Angsty supernatural dark!fic that uses lore from the televison show Supernatural but in a LotR RPS (hopefully AU) scenario. Sequel to The Deal posted on January 14th 2008. Crosses over with another of my fics, The Fall. It would be useful to read those (especially The Deal) first in order to have this make the most sense. Disclaimers: All credit to Eric Kripke and the Supernatural writers for their influence on this story. Especial credit to Eric for one line that I straight out 'homaged' from Series 4, Episode 1 of Supernatural (Lazarus Rising). The poor actors are not mine, the characters are not real, and this is definitely not for profit. Summary: On his birthday in 1999 Orlando made a deal with the Crossroads Demon. He bargained for ten years of success in return for his mortal soul. Not a bad deal when you're on the edge of despair and surviving on drugs and prostituting yourself. Now, ten years on, his situation has changed - but his time is up.

These fics are quite possibly behind a friendslock. I have no clue whether Idrilla is still active somewhere or adds people or reads DMs, but I'm reccing it anyway, because I just re-read it and loved it even more than I did 15 years ago. If you're Christian this *might* offend you, because there are a lot of religious themes in there. But I found all the ideas in these stories brilliantly handled. You could read "The Fall" seperately from the other two, but why would you when these make for such a wonderful trio. It's wing!fic (for which I always had a soft spot), it has angels and demons and a historical setting is still "canon" compliant as far as you can talk about "canon" in any RPS fandom. Loved the tone of "The Fall" (very Bible-like), loved the absolute desperation of "Five Times" ... If a chance to get your hands on these fics presents itself, grab them and enjoy! They're just as deliciously sexy as the cover art.

(Also, the way I remember it, the art used here was originally done for a rockstar AU called "Unnecessary Evils" of which I can only find an Italian translation. The English original sadly seems to have vanished. I used another iteration of that fanart - bare-chested rockstar Viggo in leather pants with spiky hair, nipple piercing and tattoo lounging suggestively against a table - as a desktop image in the past, but people kept fainting at the sight, so I had to change it. It's smoking hot.)