#mister conductor

[binch-i-might-be]

gazing with envy down at the conductor's sheet music

[boingfessions]

HAPPY OINGO BOINGO DAY EVERYNYAN!!!

I hope everyone has a great time today! Surely more than one person asked themselves a question: What the HELL is Oingo Boingo? Well, the name itself is complete absurdity! But what makes Oingo Boingo Oingo Boingo? Find out in this post under cut!

Our beloved crazy ginger man! Daniel Robert Elfman is an American film composer, singer, songwriter, and musician. Delusional, orange af, joker-like, face with a combination of slasher smile and Kubrick stare, perhaps even had prolonged non-fatal rabies in his time in Oingo Boingo that was only recently cured when the band broke, but unfortunately (or not) returned in recent years. Now his entire body is covered in tattoos and his hair is straight now because of dyeing it to hide his gray hair, ergo his old age. The truth is that he is actually a skeleton disguised as Danny Elfman to pass himself off as living human so that the Grim Reaper don't come after him, but SHHHH!!! I did not tell you anything!

Danny Elfman (lead vocals, rhythm guitar)

Steve Bartek (lead guitar, rhythm vocals)

Fluffy tall boy <3. Steve Bartek is an American guitarist, film composer, conductor, and orchestrator. Elfman's right-hand man and the one he trusts with his skeletons in his closet, oh and his film compositions too of course! One of the few members of the band who was not consumed by it and therefore did not become a feral creature in the process. He plays little guitars because he's a big man, y'know! He usually wore ridiculously short ties along with baggy t-shirts. His guitar solos drove Danny so crazy that he was spinning around and caused him to have back pain to this day, so you know how to blame. Nowadays unfortunately his beautiful dark curls have become gray, but luckily he now looks like an adorable grandpa now! (just like the others)

Kerry Hatch (bass guitar, backing vocals)

A marvelous human being! Kerry Hatch is an American musician... and that's it. Walking diva and Zoolander wannabe, this lad was the band's bassist until 1984, when he decided to join the band "Zuma II" (what the HELL is that band? I have no idea!). A pretty lad who likes to be handsome and play bass guitars that don't even look like bass guitars, I don't know what else I could say about him! Maybe he thought the band wasn't good enough for him and decided to leave to pursue something better, but that's just a guess... if you can consider a landscaping business better!

Richard "Ribbs" Gibbs (keyboards, backing vocals)

Mister mistery~ Richard Gibbs is an American film composer and music producer. Like Kerry, he left the band in 1984 to join Zuma II, and to be honest I don't know what what that band had to make not one but TWO members of Oingo Boingo (the best band in the entire galaxy and even the sixth dimension) have left to be in that band. Anywho, all I have to say about him is that he did well in life, being a composer like Danny and that's it.

Johnny "Vatos" Hernández (drums, percussion)

THIS IS JOHNNY VATOS FROM OINGO BOINGO MAN!!!! He is a drummer with crazy hairstyles who likes to dum ba dum through life. Almost as crazy as Danny was, he stayed loyal to the band even after they broke up (yes, he was in another band called Food for Feet, but I don't give a DAMN!) Years after the band broke up he managed to reunite about four former members and form "Oingo Boingo Former Members", made up of him, Steve Bartek, John Avila, Carl Graves and Sam "Sluggo" Phipps, in addition to new members. Idk about you, but I would like to have him as my grandpa!

Sam "Sluggo" Phipps (saxophone, backing vocals)

Leon Schneiderman (saxophone, backing vocals)

Slam Bam "Sluggo" Phipps is an American saxophone player known for his signature bright, expressive smiles, where he shows off all his teeth and can light up an entire room. The tallest guy in the band and the one who likes to show off his instrument the most, rising it high in the air when attention is focused on him. Well, maybe not so much, but you understand what I mean! Maybe he can be too expressive and noisy, but we still love him ❤️

Dale Turner (trumpet, backing vocals)

Do you remember when I said that Sluggo had the brightest smile in the world? Well, I lied! That one goes to our dear Leon Schneiderman, the other saxophonist in the band. He could do anything in the whole world, even his own instruments! Being a childhood friend of Danny's, it can be said that he has been in the band every moment since it started, even longer than Danny himself! Don't you love him and his smiles?

John Avila (bass guitar, backing vocals)

Our beloved grandpa-mom. He is an American trumpet player who entered The Mystic Knights after they let him audition after seeing him practice in secret. He makes sure to keep an eye on the other guys in the band and can (if he hasn't already) spank them to make them behave (except for Sluggo; NOBODY spanks Sluggo). Even if he is the shortest member of the band along with John Avila, that doesn't make him any less authoritative, being around ten years older than the rest of the band. He is silent like a mouse and has never been heard to speak, perhaps because he is reserved or has nothing to say. He left the band and is currently enjoying his life privately, and I really hope he's okay!

HE IS MY BABY, MY CUTIE PIE, MY PUPPY, MY LOVE, MY LIFE, THE BEST BOY IN THE WHOLE WORLD!!!!!!!!! RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

Ahem, sorry about that... John Avila is an American bassist and music producer. A literal human puppy and the shortest member of the band. He looks like you could pick him up in your arms and cradle him like a baby... Sorry, I'm off topic again! What do you want me to do? He's simply adorable! (At least for me). Anywho, Although he appears in the Gratitude MV, it was not until 6 months after the release of the album So-Lo that he joined the band along with Michael Bacich, being the new bassist and keyboardist respectively. He is usually hyperactive and you can see him at concerts jumping, spinning and playing his bass like a pro. The strange thing is that, even though the years go by and he obviously ages, he still seems to be the same mischievous and playful puppy-like guy... Okay, sorry again!

Michael Bacich (keyboards, backing vocals)

Quiet nerdy boy. He's was the keyboardist of the band since 1985 until 1988. Yes, he didn't stay for a long time, but his presence in the band is still important as he was present in the band's best era (Dead Man's Party). He looks like the typical nerd who would say "actually☝️🤓" and give you information that you didn't even ask for but still decided to give you to expand your zero knowledge. He also looks kinda shy and like someone who Danny would bully if the band were in a cliché teen movie. Like Dale, he decided to move on with his life after leaving the band, which it's okay after all.

I ran out of space for more images! Don't worry, I'll reblog this post right away talking about the rest of the band (which are only two members but still!). Thank you very much for reading this far and HAPPY BOINGO DAY TO ALL OF YOU AGAIN!!!

[rockintapper]

i say stuff about rh characters part 2two

becuase. teehee

the fir1st one, the t3hird one

rhds tiem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!readmore jumpscare

yuka: wair i already d

that frog doll from the tutorial: I give!

note: the jumperrrr

widget: oh its you. yknow your older brother /gn akai mono likes to piss people off sometimes /silly

conductor: jj rpcker questions why you dont move and im glad i can answer her with "he does in megamix"

chorus kids: hi elleon the screaming screamers. theyre ltierally so sikly. but Watch Out

robots (fillbots): the snall one reminds me of coxmo. yall know cozmo? the lil guy and he had cubs that he plays with. and you cn like. and he. cost 200 dolar. the snall rovoNow i feel nostalgic

pop singer (erina): shhehehjdubdmyedrjguexrguderjugdexkvguuggxrwguvvjgkzhdvjgwxd

monkey (fan club): boy stop staring at me your judgemental ass lyour fuckin We're the best fanclSHUT yo stupid ass up fuckin banana lookin headasss i suppose you should jump off a cli

paddler: scare the shit out of me /half sily

blastronaut and shoot-'em-up radio lady: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

inturders: l + ratio + get blasted

captain blue bird: when i heard this lil shit go "STRETCH OUT YOUR NECK" the firsttime i was like WA IT THAT REMINDS ME OF SOMETHIGNG,,, WHHWHAHAYTFAFYA

the blue birds: ok actually. the enitre minigame takes me all the way back to the we are number one rh remix imm so df. s SADDACGFHEVVHG /POS

moai kids: doo-womp womp

moai bird: wait i though you were called seagullx

love lizards: Wonderful cnaracters, HHHHHHORIBBLE minigame. that is all. unles you uh. i mean. listen. leans c,oser to you. what if you flicked for each shake.

stomp farI HHEHDHHHHHJBJFXHEHBSDXJHB. GRABS HIM SHAKES HIM SHAKES HIM SHAKES HIM SHAKES HIM SHAKES HIM IT WAS OOONNNEEE MOOOOOOLLLEEEEEEEE OOOOONENEEEEEE MOOOOOLLLLLEEEEEEE

oh god the vegetables again: ok!

moles: pats your head. i know. hes very mean to you guys. i mean. like. i misse dlike One of oyu and stomp farmer gave me A GOD FORSAKEN ok. i know its not his fault its the games. judgement system. but the way he

tj snapper: me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic

tj snapper's girlfriend: me and the goofy guy i pulled by being autistic

the dazzles: stop staring at me im trting my best,,

munchy monk: i call him munchy in my head. he smiles SOOO WIDE in the battle of the bands audience hes so goofy i lov

dj yellow: SCRATCHO

dj blue: i. the lips. the lips. what have the done to you. its gonna be okay. i sure as hell am not drawing you with those big ass lips. hily s

taiko rally squad: DON DOKODOKODON DOKODOKODON kinda unfair how in the try again and ok screens this guy Loses. but in the superb screen BOTH SIDES WIN. PARTICIPATION TROPHY-ASS SHIT

research scientists of love lab: bi4bi. and if youre willing, bi4bi4bi.

the three synchrettes: alley-oop!

dolphins: oh cool dolphins :)

ecto: omg hiiiii helloo litle guyyy i wuv youuu ^_^ kises your snall tiny forehead

booboo: FUCK you FUCK you FUCK you FU

spooky: honestly? i fw him

dog ninja: i wanna cook soup wjf youbyoure soawesome and cool and i lpve you hii doggyyy hi dogy. dohyynkkgunnbuyrctib

mister eagle: thanks for telling me to cut the fruits. i was gonna do that anyway but like. shoutout to you man. props

the frogettes: jj rocker really likes you huh. cant get enough young love rock and roll even

space kicker: hi radar AAGHHHH THE SPACE!!! KI IEKR AAHH ITS HIM INAHIUIBSSYSBIYFIBYDS /VPOS

stepswitcher: love these thangs. i have several of my own thangs. the one i (mc) adore most is the purple thang. his name is mo

JJ ROCLEKEKRKMJ &*;*;&;&$-$×<;^<^<^$ UBGDEBGSCXUGBUSDXGBBHG my eif ei lvoe her so so sp sososososoos muuch foreverrr aheehee giggle. kicks my feet twirls my hair. i think i hauve covid

STUDENT ROKCKONOUCRFUIBCFEJHBGCERBGUSXD MY CHILD HE HAS EVERY DISEASE

airboarder: yeeeeaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHH LETS GO

seals: wait. whatd you do with the dolphins. where are they. say somethign . Where are thr DOLPH

smiling coin: do i know you

thr cnaract3rs from tunnel the endless game: ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. i gues. but like. do you really ned a cowbell to keep driving? i mean. just record yourself playing a cowbell and like play it on the radio. just do that. why am i holding a cowbell anc playing the cowbel for YOU. do it yourselfIs she even listening to. m

glass tappers: ths Glass Tappers J SWEWR EVERY TIME I READ THR WORD "TAPPERS"

the thing from rhythmove dungeon: youre. okay. i guess. i only played your endless game once. uh it 's fine. i mean.

clodhopper pickens: youre so full of glee,, id be happy too if my business card made music,,

slot monster: tjen scdrunkly. scdunkyl. scrunkly. sc

octo-pop: WAHAHHA THE. MSUIC SO FAST

beat machine: i barely messed around with this one. it's fine . wish the crowd wasnt so judgemental thogu

beatbag I dont know this one

kappa dj: ive seen you on davidmismol thumbnails and thats basically it lel

okaye wow owwowow owowowo WOWWOWWOW

[dyrewrites]

Before Deluca -- a little dance, as a treat

In fact, everyone was there.

But while it elicited more quiet growls from Lucient, the sight of the room we entered delighted me. As did the chandelier lighting everything in colors I did not know artificial light could create. They danced, those lights, and in spite of so many eyes latching onto us as our boots clicked across the hard floors...far more were focused on one another, on hands and feet whirling about the room.

“They’re dancing,” I whispered and the giddy tone of my voice teased Lucient’s eyes up to mine, and I scoffed at them, “What, I like dancing.”

“Do you now,” he cooed, all his irritation melting to something too close to lust for so public a venue—granted, a glance around to those not dancing told me otherwise. Pulling away from me, he bowed, extending a hand and announced—just loud enough to be heard by everyone, “eh bien, monsieur le taureau, may I have this dance?”

“Sì, è possibile, signore gattino,” I answered, bowing in return and accepting his hand.

The question of why use our native tongues to ask if ‘mister bull’ and ‘mister kitty’ wanted to dance was asked, eventually. But neither of us had a reason beyond the flourish of it. Those watching certainly appreciated it, however, as did many others who hadn’t been but began to after.

And what are we dancing, sogno mio? I asked as we walked to the center of the dance floor, where many were gathered—though they allowed us room.

You’re the one that likes to dance, treasure, He winked beneath his mask and laughed when I released his hand and backed away, taking a position better left to bull-fighters than bulls.

“Give ‘em something jaunty, Lop!” A woman in an owl mask shouted, and the conductor—in a rabbit mask—nodded before signaling the band to switch from the dreary tune they had been playing to something jaunty.

I was unaccustomed to full bands as well and it took a moment of obvious staring before Lucient cleared his throat, causing a small wave of giggling through our ‘audience’.

Sighing, I turned back at him, gawking instead at the lithe curve of his pose too far away from my hands, well, my dream, it appears we’re to be the entertainment.

He bowed again before approaching, aren’t we always?

Strings chose our dance for us, though I doubt any in the room expected us to actually perform it—despite the debauchery occurring in the corners, most did not expect such an overt display on the dance floor.

I took his hand and he took mine and we stepped lively little steps side-by-side to the beat of hand drums. Midway across the dance floor, the flute began the melody and I lifted him, turning with him held tight to my chest—his legs swinging—to the sounds of gasps and excited murmurs before returning his feet to the floor only to lift and turn him again in the other direction.

We pranced to the other side of the space cleared for us after another two lifts and turns, bowing to the sounds of all those giggles before doing it again back the other way; prance, lift, turn, prance, and bow. However, we earned a few extra gasps as we switched places on that second go. He lifted me—which was a decidedly more impressive feat to anyone unaware of his strength.

It took a great deal longer than one might expect, the back and forth, for jaunty as the music sang it was still quite slow and we did need to keep to its rhythm.

But on the third go, I earned a gasp from Lucient as well as the crowd, by catching him in my other arm when I lifted him. And, cradling him close while he laughed, I twirled once around, did a simple left-right step and danced back to the entry before bowing to the crowd—his arms tight around my neck.

We exited to the sounds of raucous laughter and a few drunken cheers.

They will be far too busy talking about that to look for you now, I told him, after hiding us behind an especially pale statue that stood far too tall for how naked it was.

Still in my arms, Lucient slipped his mask up and pulled close enough to lift mine before kissing me. Soft that kiss, soft, sweet and painfully quick as footsteps forced our masks back down.

They were stuttered and mixed with slurred giggling.

“Did you see them,” a woman was telling another, “so pretty, and that dance, you think, you think,” she hiccupped and I shuffled to avoid them as they wobbled around the statue, “we could do that?”

“The dance,” the other woman asked, “or the pretty, because you’re already pretty, so pretty.”

Adorable, Lucient’s thoughts all but swooned, young, drunken love...we may want to find another place to hide, treasure, this tends to lead to corsets on the floor.

He was proven right in mere seconds as the second woman’s lips latched to the first while drink-softened fingers attempted to remove the many layers of their gowns.

Swallowing my laughter, I ran with Lucient in my arms back to the room he had so ached to enter. When he noticed, he shook his head, he won’t be in there now, but if you’re willing...I saw one of the others sneak off during our performance.

“Or we could follow suit,” I nodded toward the corridor behind us, the statue beyond, which sang then with the moans of drunken love.

“Later,” he promised, hand teasing my mask, “my warm...perfect treasure.”

Those damnable eyes, shining in the dark holes of that too-innocent mask, eyes he knew I cherished...would follow into anything. Or he should have, but if he did, truly did, there wouldn’t have been a claim on me. It gnawed, that claim, but its teeth were yet dull with his use of it and so I set him down and took his hand, allowing him to lead me to life deserving of my wrath.

[prxtze-l]

Ophelia lived alone in the woods where no one paid her any mind. Camelot was a pretty big kingdom so no one ever thought about anyone living outside of it.

She lived her life peacefully in her small cottage and her garden, only going out twice a week to sell her herbs and plants to the people in the kingdom and going to the market for supplies.

That was until she earned the curiosity of a certain blond prince.

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It's been a year since Ophelia ran away from the orphanage and found the cottage, by now she already fixed and redecorated everything. She woke up to the sun shining through her window, yawning she got up from her bed and walked to her kitchen. It was a bit cold since she only had her nightgown on from the night before but she was used to the chilly morning.

She began cooking breakfast for herself. It was just a simple plate of pancakes. But before she could dig in, she heard scratching from her door and rushed to open it. Ophelia opened the door to a fluffy white cat.

"Good morning, Heinz," she greeted the white cat. The cat, Heinz, just meowed at her back and entered the house. She always assumed he was a stray from the lack of a collar and how he was always dirty whenever she saw it every morning.  She always wondered where he'd run off to every afternoon only to come back the next day.

She once tried giving him a bath but that didn't end well. Let's just say there were a lot of torn curtains and water splashed everywhere.

Ophelia shrugged off her thoughts and closed the door. She opened the cupboards above her kitchen counter to fetch Heinz his meal. She brought him food so everytime he visited her he'd have something to eat. Grabbing a spare bowl from her dish rack, she poured the tuna in. "Here's your meal Heinz," she called out to the cat.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

After eating her meal she took a quick bath in the springs near her cottage and changed out of her nightgown. Ophelia now wore a brown dress, a black cloak, and black boots.

On her way out, she took a basket that was filled with seedlings she grew. She was about to leave until Heinz ran at her before she could close the door. "You wanna come with me today Heinz?" she asked the cat, even if she knew he couldn't answer her back.

She walked a few feet away from the cottage before turning back, she placed the basket down next to a waiting Heinz. Ophelia held out her hands akin to a music conductor and the ground suddenly trembled, plants from all around rapidly grew in sync, vines dancing and curling around the cottage enough to obscure it from anyone who wandered near.

Ophelia dropped her hands back to her sides when the cottage was fully covered. "That should do it," she picked up the basket from the ground and Heinz, who climbed up to her shoulder. She bunched up her dress and cloak and began to walk out of the forest.

She stopped at a stone wall that blocked her path. "Well that won't do. Right Heinz?" she asked rhetorically but the cat meowed back. Without a second later a branch from a nearby tree grew towards their direction. She hopped on and the branch began to lift them over the wall.

"Thank you, mister tree!" she exclaimed as they stepped off the branch, now over the wall. She waved away the tree branch as it retreated back to the forest.

Ophelia looked around the alley they landed in to make sure the coast was clear. After confirming that it was safe she began to head to the town's market. "Do you want anything before we set up the stand, Heinz?" she looked at the cat that was still perched on her shoulder.

The cat only looked at her and meowed. Nodding as if she understood him she continued on her way to the market.

She snuck through the dark walkways towards her small stand. The market wasn't that busy yet as it was still early in the morning. Ophelia took off her cloak and started to clean the small stand and set up a few pots. She took out the seeds from her basket and began planting them in each of the pots. Growing them as she did so.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

An hour later and she finally finished setting up her stand. By the time she finished, the market was starting to bustle. During her preparations Heinz wandered off to who knows where. She patiently waited until the nice elderly lady from a nearby stand approached her.

"Good morning, dearie!" the old woman greeted her. "Good morning, ma'am!" Ophelia greeted back. "Are you going to buy another plant?" she asked the woman. The old woman always went to her stand whenever it was open and always bought something. Ophelia wouldn't be surprised if her backyard was already filled to the brim with plants growing everywhere.

"You already know it! Anything new you decided to grow this week?" the woman inquired. "I have this new plant I decided to experiment with. It's called a Bougainvillea. It grows in different colors!" she told the old woman.

The old woman awed at the plant. "Well I'll take it!" she cheered. Ophelia taught the woman about everything she needed to know to grow the flower as she sold it.

"Have a good day, dear!" the woman shouted to her when she walked away. Ophelia waved at her as a response.

The day went as usual, people buying her plants from time to time and talking to her. She was well known around the town's market but no one ever knew what her name was. They just referred to her as the beautiful young lady who sold plants in the town's market.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Hours later, the sun was beginning to set. Houses and market stalls lit up their areas with lamps. All except Ophelia who began to close her stand. She removed the remaining plants from their pots and turned them back to seedlings. She moved them to small bags with dirt and replanted them.

Once she was done, she gathered all the remaining seedlings and put them at the front of her stall. She left them there for anyone who wanted to take them. She had enough to spare so she couldn't really care.

As she was leaving she met up with Heinz. They walked through the busy streets of the market blending into the crowd.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Somewhere else in the kingdom a certain blond prince snuck out of his bedroom window and into the bustling market that was already lit full of lamps. He wasn't allowed to leave his room after being grounded.

Apparently you weren't supposed to wander away from the knights when they were patrolling, especially when they're guarding you, the prince of the whole kingdom.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Earlier that day, Tedros was exiting the palace grounds with the knights that were patrolling around the kingdom. Bidding his father farewell, he followed the knights on their horses to the different places around the kingdom.

Around a few hours in, he saw something that caught his eye. The knights he decided to follow were posted by the market. He was advised by his father to observe the knights, saying it was important for him to know the state of the kingdom.

Tedros looked at the busy knights patrolling around the market and walked towards the area where people were surrounding. He couldn't see what they were so excited about but by the sound of the people pushing each other he could tell it was interesting.

He almost couldn't hear anything from the mixed voices until a soft voice cut through the crowd. "Everyone please calm down, there are plenty of plants for all of you," at the sound everyone suddenly calmed down. To anyone else they would've assumed it was the voice that calmed them down but to Tedros he saw how a plant in particular started to waft it's scent through the crowd.

'That's unusual...' Tedros thought to himself.

The crowd calmed down enough that he could finally see where the soft voice came from. It was a girl, probably the same age as him. She looked beautiful. His breath got caught in his throat. He felt his face grow hot.

She looked so kind. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't realize he was the only one left of the originally small crown and the beautiful girl he was admiring was trying to talk to him.

"..ello? Sir? Would you like to buy anything from my plants?" He snapped out of his thoughts when he saw the beautiful girl staring at him waiting patiently for him to say anything.

Once he realized his embarrassment he sputtered over his words. "Uh– uhm..." He couldn't muster up anything to say.

"I'm assuming you're new to my stall. Would you like a recommendation?" The girl patiently asked him.

"Y-yes..!" Tedros internally face palm himself of making a fool of himself again.

The girl chuckled. "You're weird but in a good way," she told him. Tedros wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him at that moment.

"Since you're new to this whole thing, I would recommend a snake plant. They'll thrive in any light condition but you'll have to take care of it," she took the small snake plant that was growing from a small pot. "But it is a bit pricy though," she worried.

"That's fine! How much is it?" Tedros didn't really care about the plant. He just wanted to talk to the girl as long as possible. He got out the pouch filled with gold coins from his back pocket.

He took some out, "will this be enough?"

The girl looked at him baffled. "That's more than enough! But I don't think I have any change for that amount..." she looked at him worriedly.

"It's okay. You can keep the change," Tedros replied enthusiastically. He always made girls swoon with his status. Surely this would woo her.

"But–" she started only for her to feel him take her hand and giving her the gold coins. "Take it," he said genuinely.

"If you say so... Would you like me to put this in a bag?" She accepted the coins and went under the desk to get a bag.

"That would be pretty girl– I mean– pretty good! Pretty good," Tedros caught himself from making a fool of himself again.

Once she finished bagging the plant she handed it to Tedros. He took it from her and was about to thank her, when the knights approached the stand.

"Your Majesty!"

He turned to them but looked back at the stall. The girl was nowhere to be seen. "Huh? Miss?" He called out but didn't receive a reply.

Before Tedros could start to find her the knights arrived. "Your Majesty, you are not supposed to leave the knights' side," the knight that seemed to lead the others scolded him. 

Without getting another word out he was escorted back to the castle, still holding on to the bag fearing he'd accidentally drop it.

Outfits:

⤷ nightgown

⤷ cloak

⤷ boots

⤷ dress

A/N: Hope you liked the first prologue chapter!

[mithrilhearts]

Did you guys know I am completely and utterly obsessed with @tetchy-frog​’s philharmonic AU? Well you do now, and if you haven’t checked it out yet, you SHOULD. Link will be provided below, but here we are.

BAGGINSHIELD, MODERN AU, INSTRUMENTS, THORIN’S STUPID...WHAT MORE CAN YOU ASK FOR???

I got bit by the urge to write a little drabble based on Froje’s AU, taking place before their comic does, kind of, in which we see Fili and Kili trying to give their hopeless uncle some advice on how to better treat Bilbo (who thinks Thorin isn’t fond of him). Honestly, we all know how it goes...but I hope you enjoy! It’s a fun AU to visit!

FROJE IS A GENIUS AND I LOVE THIS AU, THANKS.

→ check out the comic here!

The sigh that left Bilbo’s mouth was about as pleasant as nails on a chalkboard. To say that he was annoyed would be an understatement, and with each passing practice, he was cursing Gandalf’s name under his breath more and more. He loved the dulcimer, and he knew he was damn good at it, but maybe joining this ragtag company for the sake of a few dollars just wasn’t worth it. 

With rosy cheeks and a pouty lip, Bilbo was so busy focusing on his own thoughts that he hadn’t noticed that wretched conductor sauntering over as if this were his greatest plan since the last greatest plan.

“My dear Bilbo, you look as if someone just told you that we were skipping lunch today,” Gandalf teased, earning a harsh glare from the dulcimist. “What seems to be the problem?”

“Your jokes,” Bilbo huffed, focusing on casing his instrument once more, “and him.” Tossing his head to the side as a means to point to the other side of the room, Bilbo could feel little prickles of annoyance across his skin.

“Hm, Thorin?” Gandalf sounded genuinely perplexed as he eyed Thorin who was tuning his harp, and had Fili talking over his shoulder. Whatever it was, it looked important. “Has he done something?”

“That’s the thing. He’s done nothing, unless you count glaring constantly, or rejecting my invitations to eat during our lunch breaks, everyone else has been just fine, but he clearly has something against me.” There was Bilbo’s pout again, his eyes flashing in the conductor’s direction and feeling a bit like a kicked puppy at the rejection time and time again. “This is basically his group, and I still don’t understand why he’s here, or why I’m here.”

A hum buzzed between Gandalf’s lips as he leaned casually against one of the seats next to Bilbo. “Well, you’re the finest dulcimist on this side of the mountain, and I just so happen to find your quirky attitude perfect for this bunch. You remind me so much of your mother,” he advised, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes before sighing. “Thorin is a passionate sort, and he leads this company with an incredible level of dedication. He is a great asset to this orchestra.”

“Well, you’ve got the ass part right.”

“Don’t be so quick to judge, Bilbo Baggins. I guarantee that things are not as they seem,” Gandalf huffed in amusement before reaching over and ruffling Bilbo’s hair like he might have done when Bilbo only reached his knees in height. “In any case, you’ve given Thorin no reason to hate you, just be patient.”

And as much as Bilbo wanted to swat that hand away from his hair, he refrained and the subject was dropped, especially as one of Thorin’s nephews was passing by, yelling across the room about lunch and just how late they were for it. Bilbo’s stomach growled in response and agreement. As he finished packing up his case, he felt Kili slap a hand on his shoulder in passing.

“Afternoon, Mister Boggins!”

What had started as a verbal flub had become something of a joke, and Bilbo could only snort in amusement at the youngster’s words. “See you after lunch, Kili.” For Bilbo was not going to miss out on a meal just as Gandalf had teased.

Cheerful and inconspicuous as Kili was, his grin diminished as soon as Bilbo had his back to him. It spurred the more youthful viola player to bounce across the room towards his uncle, who looked deep in thought with Fili chattering away. “Uncle!” Kili’s sing-song voice was soft, but it alerted the two other Durinson men in the room. “I heard something about someone that I think you’ll be interested in!!”

“You shouldn’t listen to idle gossip, Kili,” Thorin warned with an exasperated sigh, now falling behind because he had both of his nephews chattering about non-orchestra related things. 

“Is it idle gossip when it comes from the subject matter’s mouth?” Kili grinned wide like a cheshire cat. With Thorin’s arched brow, that was enough of a green like for Kili to continue. “The new guy thinks you’re not fond of him.” 

“Bilbo?” Fili asked in confusion before a smirk began to dance across his lips. “You mean the fella that uncle can’t stop looking at?”

Oh, to be teased by his nephews, it brought a sudden flush to Thorin’s cheeks as he dropped his head. “What did he say?” Thorin realized quickly he shouldn’t have asked as Kili pulled up a seat and looked ready to spill the gossip like a cliché high-school girl. “And get to the point.”

“You glare, you reject his invitations to lunch, and quite frankly, I don’t think you’ve said much to him, have you?” Kili chirped.

“I’ve been busy as of late, and…I don’t glare–”

“Yes you do,” Fili interjected with a pat on his uncle’s shoulder. “Maybe it has something to do with your poor eyesight, but you most definitely glare. RBF is your enemy–”

“Resting bitch face,” Kili was quick to clarify, finding no small amount of amusement in Thorin’s head shifting from looking to the left and right at whichever nephew was talking.

Feeling a knot form in his throat, Thorin took a quick glance at where Bilbo once was, but found nothing interesting to look at. The dulcimist was nowhere to be found, which only seemed to spur laughter from both Fili and Kili. “I wasn’t…under the impression I had this…resting bitch face,” but alright. He shrugged and dropped his eyes.

“Don’t worry, you can still turn this around!” Fili encouraged.

“Fee’s right, and you’ve got the right nephews to help you out. All you have to do is follow these steps, and you’ll have Bilbo charmed right out of his pants–”

“Erm, Kee…I’d rather not think about that.”

Thorin’s throat cleared, interrupting the funny little words floating between his nephews as his face grew even hotter. “And what do you suggest?”

Kili merely shrugged. “Well, talking to him is a good place to start. Perhaps a compliment or two in passing? Tell him what you like about him, but do it in a poetic sort of way. You know, big elaborate words that fly right off the page of a romance novel. That’ll make him swoon for sure.”

“Also flowers! I know he’s fond of them based on some of the books he carries with him,” Fili interjected with a grin. “Everyone loves a secret admirer, but think outside the box. Anyone can get roses, be different!”

“Compliments…flowers…” Thorin mused, rubbing at his jaw while trying not to expose just how overwhelmed he felt. “Think outside the box…I think I can manage that.” Rising to his feet and discarding what little work he had been doing, Thorin began to rub at his temples some in thought as a headache began to brew. Perhaps it was all of those missed meals finally catching up with him?

“Where are you going?” Fili asked, half surprised that Thorin even bothered to move, or listen to them speak about Bilbo for that matter.

“To get something to eat. Break is over in an hour, and I expect everyone to be back on time…”

“And maybe you’ll catch Bilbo at the food trucks, hm?” Kili’s brows rose up and down cheekily, earning nothing more than a groan of annoyance from the older fellow as he gave them his back.

After a few moments of silence, and Thorin had departed from the practice room, Fili reached over and poked Kili’s arm. “Ten bucks says he finds some way to goof it up.”

It was a bet that Kili would be a fool to take, but…thankfully he had ten dollars to spare for the inevitable as he shook Fili’s hand. Deal. Though maybe there was a small shred of hope that his uncle wouldn’t find a way to mess it up. Highly unlikely, but it wasn’t impossible.

[megthetrain]

Sodor's Revolutionary Team: Origins

Chapter 7. October 2nd, 1924 (Part 2)

"Are you okay, Mister?", Edward asked Raymond.

Raymond quickly regained his composure.

"Yes, yes, I am! I-I just didn't expect an engine here!", Raymond stammered.

Edward laughed.

"No worries. I'm Edward. Here on behalf of Sir Topham Hatt. He's-uh, having some problems back on Sodor.", Edward explained.

"Problems?", Raymond inquired.

"It's about Sodor's Express. The engine's relatively new so he's taking some time to get used to things.", Edward replied.

Raymond knew about those problems from Sir Topham Hatt. First, he had struggled with multiple small engines working together. But Sir Topham Hatt hadn't told him about a new express engine.

Raymond's heart began to flutter. Maybe this was his big break! Raymond was now deep in thought, but then Edward spoke up again.

"Sorry, but are you perhaps Raymond Browns?", Edward asked.

"Uh, yes.", Raymond replied.

"Oh, I've heard a lot about you!", Edward exclaimed.

"Really?", Raymond asked.

"Sir Topham Hatt told us engines about you! A conductor from Sodor! It made some of us engines excited, you know!", Edward continued.

Raymond was ecstatic. He wanted to talk back but was considerate of Edward's time.

"When's your next run?", Raymond asked.

"Oh, in about 28 minutes. I'll be moving around here and Sodor for the next few days, until Sir Topham Hatt gets the express sorted out.", Edward finished.

"Oh, wow!", Raymond said.

"You told him a lot about us, Edward.", a new voice said, cutting into the conversation.

(END OF PART 2 OF OCTOBER 2ND, 1924)

[nightcovefox]

Love At First Sight?

Pairings: Sullivan x Jeanie

Characters: Sullivan, Jeanie, Beep-O, R2 (Oc), and Sparks

A/n: Takes place in BATB AU

Plot: After their long journey they finally made it to France! Jeanie started to open up her little stand in the village. Beep-O and Spawny unpack their stuff in their new home. Meanwhile, Jeanie making a new invention, but that invention of hers goes bonkers and attacks a poor train conductor… That's a great way to say Hi to him

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of angst, My bad grammar, Ooc??!

Enjoy Reading!<3

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Jeanie just opened up her stand next to the other villagers' stands. The inventions she showed were a bit strange. Hey.. I mean it was just the beginning! One day, her inventions will sell and help people! Just takes time...

On a sunny morning, Jeanie was sitting down to work on her inventions. She was making something.. Starburst tilted his head (Giving Sparks their genders-). “What are you making this time, Jeanie?” Starburst asks her. “Well, making Spawny a friend..” Jeanie said, closing the panel. Jeanie sets him down gently and turns it on. “Hopefully he works..!”

Jeanie and Starburst watch the little robot turn on. The little robot's eyes pop up and look at Jeanie and Starburst. “It won’t attack us… right?” Starburst ask. Jeanie shakes her head, “Of course not-”

“AHHH!! GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!!!” a lady screamed. Jeanie and Starburst turned around seeing the little robot poking the elderly woman. Both of them gasp. “Wait!!! R-”

The TV robot looks at his creator and runs off, giggling madly. “Stop!! Oh!!” said Jeanie lifting her dark blue dress a bit and running after him. Starburst the following close behind.

Meanwhile a little Rabbid, well not so little Rabbid was walking around the wiggler station. The Rabbid pulled out his pocket watch. “Hmph.. 12 already?” he murmured. He shouted, “BREAK TIME!!!”

All the Rabbids, Toads, and Koopas stop what they’re doing. “Finally!! I was so tired passing the boxes in and out!” a Koopa exclaimed. “Me too, but thank god Conductor Sullivan said it was break time!!” a Toad added.

The Rabbid named Sullivan shook his head and put away his pocket watch. He felt a small tap on his arm. “Hm?” he hummed looking at who touched him. The Tv robot smiled and waved hello. Sullivan lifted his eyebrow but waved slowly. “Hello? Who are-” Sullivan was cut off by the tv robot who pounced on him. “oOF!!! W-Wait-”

Jeanie and Sullivan arrived just in time. “Jeanie!!! Look over there!!” Starburst pointed. Jeanie gasps and rushes over. “Omg!!! R2-D203 shut off!!” Jeanie shouted. R2 shuts completely off, now lying on the poor conductor. Jeanie picks up her invention and looks over at the conductor who is covered with scratches. “Oh dear… Mister are you okay..?” Jeanie ask him.

Sullivan looks up at her. (My dude is definitely a simp-) “Oh gorgeous..” he murmured to himself.

“Umm?” Jeanie mumbled, feeling confused. Starburst pokes Sullivan’s cheek. “Mister..?”

Next thing you know, Sullivan fainted. “OMGIKILLEDHIM-” Jeanie panicked. “No!! You didn't-!! He just fainted..! We need Beep-O’s help!!”

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“So let me guess? Your invention accidentally attacked him?” Beep-O asks the two of them. As Beep-O set Sullivan down on the couch. “Yeah.. My fault..” Jeanie murmured, holding her arm. “It's not your fault Jeanie.. At least… he’s not dead..?” said Beep-O putting his hand on her shoulder. “Dude.. Are you trying to comfort her? If so you’re so bad at it.” said Starburst. Beep-O huffed, “Well excuse you-”

“I healed all his scratches!!” Regenesis exclaimed interrupting the conversation. “Thank you Regenesis..”

*CRASH*

“SPAWNY ARE YOU OKAY?!” Beep-O shouted, worried fill in his voice. “EWW THE ICE FLOWER DOES NOT TASTE GOOD!!”

“Isn't he supposed to absorb it not eat it-?” Starburst questioned. “Young man! What did I say about eating power-ups in the house?!” said Beep-O, going upstairs. He stops and turns to Jeanie “If he wakes up make sure he’s okay.”

“Will do..” Jeanie mumbled, watching her brother go upstairs. Jeanie sighed and sat down next to Sullivan. “I’m sure he’s alright Jeanie..” said Starburst trying to reassure her. “I hope you’re right..” replied Jeanie, her bunny ears drooping down.

Sullivan's eyes flutter open, adjusting his eyesight, and looking around. “Ugh..?” he mumbled, sitting up straight. “Where am I..?” he mumbled. “You’re in my house monsieur… my friend Regenesis healed you up..” Jeanie explained, “Are you alright? I’m very sorry that my invention..”

Sullivan couldn't help to look at her. He was kinda listening to her but was lost in her voice. “No..no.. It’s alright Mademoiselle..” said Sullivan. “But yes, I’m okay..” Sullivan laughed a bit. “Well, I’m glad you’re alright.. Monsieur. Hmm. What is your name?”

“My name is Sullivan! And you?”

“My name is Jeanie..” she said, holding her hand out. Sullivan held her hand, pulling her hand to his lips, and kissed it gently. “What a beautiful name, Jeanie..”

Jeanie's ears perked up and felt a strange warm feeling inside of her. “U-Umm thanks..?” she mumbled, honestly she didn't know what to say-

Jeanie shakes her head. “Do you need water Sullivan?” she asked him. “Yes please.. If thay’s not a problem?”

“Not at all!!! You’re our guest after all!” said Jeanie as she stood up getting him a glass of water. Sullivan watched her leave and felt two of the Sparks looking at him. “Ummmm…”

Jeanie came back holding a glass of water in her hands. She saw two of her Sparks cuddling Sullivan. “Aww..” she cooed. “They like you..!”

“Heh.. I guess so..”

“Here,” as Jeanie handed Sullivan the glass of water. Sullivan thanked Jeanie took the water and drank it. “That hits the spot.”

Regenesis played around Sullivan’s whistle. “Careful not to blow on it.. That's loud..” he warned the magenta spark. “Are you a train conductor?” Jeanie guessed. “I am! Train Conductor of the Wiggler Express!”

“I never knew there was a train in this village!”

“Really? Don’t you live here..?”

“Mm.. No. My brother and I just moved here if you can tell all the boxes lying around..” explained Jeanie, gesturing her hands to show the boxes on the floor and wooden tables. “Ah!! The newcomers! Yes, everyone in town has been talking about.. Mostly the ‘crazy lady’ but eh..”

“I'm that crazy lady everyone was talking about..” Jeanie mumbled. Regenesis and Starburst floated over to her. Hugging her, trying to make her feel better. Sullivan’s ears droop down. “Well, you’re not a crazy lady..”

“I am, Sullivan, my inventions.. Are not the greatest..”

“Not true!!”

“My invention attack you!! I-I’m just a failure.. God.. He.. Was right..” said Jeanie feeling her tears dripping down. Great crying in front of someone who’s not her brother or nephew. This is embarrassing.

Sullivan stood up and walked over to her. Holding her hands gently. “I know we just met Jeanie, but you are not a failure! The look from your determination just shows your beauty and strong look! You must never give up!!” Sullivan wiped away her tears, using his handkerchief. “You really think so..?”

“I know so..”

Both of them just look at each other. Well.. More like Jeanie looking down at him. Jeanie’s blue color turn to a lighter shade of pink and smiled. “Thank you Sully.. That was the nicest thing that anyone said to me.. Besides my brother and friends..”

Sullivan blush at the little nickname. Sheepishly smiled back, “Gee..”

The clock ticks very loudly. Sullivan picked up his watch and saw the break was almost finished. Shoot!! “I wish, I could stay Miss Jeanie but I have to go!!-” said Sullivan letting go of her hand. “Will I see you again..?” said Jeanie, watching him leaving. Sullivan stop and look at her. “Maybe when I’m done.. I will..”

“Then goodbye Sullivan..”

“Goodbye my dearest Jeanie..”

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IF NO ONE IS WRITING A FIC ABOUT THEM, I WILL. WITH MY BROKEN GRAMMAR. (/hj)

I love them so muchhhh.. 🩵💛

Thank you for Reading~!<3

I create a ship name of them- Startrain.. Eh bad right?

[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

Any one else find it mind blowing that the same voice actor for MISTER MINT from candyland is the CONDUCTOR ON THE DINOSAUR TRAIN the more I think about it the more I hear it in both characters voices IM DEAD

[frogsdeservecereal]

good evening my fellow silly billys... i have new autism beginning with this my father (who i love very much) has decided to gm a MotW [Monster of the Week] season in 1950s post-war Whitechapel, London with a focus on eldritch horror and wacky hijinks the characters are as follows! - nicole wagner, a british spy with a german accent who died during the blitzkrieg and became the shittiest vampire known to man, the Monstrous - constance curry, a tormented housewife who got sent to an alternate universe in which the entirety of London is taken over by fish people and an elder god which gave her powers, the Spooky - mister howard mother, or just mister mother, a walking how i met your mother reference who owns a pub called mclarrens and is divorceddad manpain incarnate, the Mundane - neil cisgender, cross dressing transfemme disgraced train conductor who drove the train constance was on for her gaining powers and was sent to the same place, and is now very scared of trains, the Searcher there will probably be updates because why the fuck not but like hey yippie yahoo (also thank you to my wife who helped with neil cisgender writing)

[neverbackdown-never-what]

Mister conductor,are you all fatherless? The Bookkeeper said you all father died in war while the other dad, killed himself (as stated by the mister debater). Are these claims true?

VOLITION — What?

[vital-spirit]

Journal Entry:

Alrighty, time to actually try and write one of these... How do I start this? Uh...

We spent most of today with Mrs. Boltund, she showed us around Lost and we met a lot of her friends where she kept... pickin' me up and showin' me off to them while callin' me her "grandchild". I fought that title as much as I could, I barely know the lady and she ain't my grandmother and Mister Lucario ain't my pa so I don't understand why she was so insistent about it. Guess older folks are just like that though...

Anyways, two of her friends stood out the most to me. A Typhlosion who works as a conductor on the Spirit Train here in Lost and the spirit of a Braviary who is apparently the founder of The Guild? Which means he lived a whole long time ago but I guess since he passed he's just been hangin' around Lost.

Mister Braviary noted that I apparently reminded him of an old friend of his but he didn't really go into any detail about it. Mister Typhlosion explained the train a bit to me though. Apparently his family's been workin' on that train since the original Lost started to become what it is now, they've been doin' it for so long that they took on the Ghost Typin' which is real neat!

Also, old folks really like pinchin' cheeks don't they. My face still hurts.

- Bingo

[the-evil-pizza]

@coffeeworldsasaki he had his ideas a little confused on how to support women yeah but like, he listened when people complained at the end of the day and stopped only saying ''bellissima'' and his last few sanremo editions had lots of women co conductors and guests. I don't think this would have happaned with another conductur tbh. he's not fascist AND he fought 5 years against rai's fascists executives AND thanks to him i didn't have to see mister homophobia Povia at sanremo again

yeah next edition (rumored to be conducted by carlo conti by the by) will probably be hard to watch i don't think someone else will have the fucking guts to make it actually nice and we will probably be stuck with something that has "Fascist italian, family and chatolic values" vibes to it all.

[dyrewrites]

Before Deluca -- Danse en Rouge pt2

In fact, by the time we reached the ballroom, it seemed everyone was there—but few bore our heart shapes on their masks.

And though it elicited more quiet growls from Lucient, the sight of the room we entered delighted me. As did the chandelier lighting everything in colors I did not know artificial light could create. They danced, those lights, and in spite of so many eyes latching onto us as our boots clicked across the hard floors...far more were focused on one another, on hands and feet whirling about the room.

“They’re dancing,” I whispered and the giddy tone of my voice teased Lucient’s eyes to mine, and I scoffed at them, “What, I like dancing.”

“Do you now,” he cooed, all his irritation melting to something too close to lust for so public a venue—granted, a glance around to those not dancing told me otherwise. Pulling away from me, he bowed, extending a hand and announced—just loud enough to be heard by everyone, “Eh bien, monsieur le taureau, puis-je avoir cette danse?”

“Sì, è possibile, signore gattino,” I answered, bowing in return and accepting his hand.

The question of why use our native tongues to ask if ‘mister bull’ and ‘mister kitty’ wanted to dance was asked, eventually. But neither of us had a reason beyond the flourish of it. Those watching certainly appreciated it, however, as did many others who hadn’t been but began to after.

And what are we dancing, sogno mio? I asked as we walked to the center of the dance floor, where many were gathered—though they allowed us room.

You’re the one that likes to dance, treasure, He winked beneath his mask and laughed when I released his hand and backed away, taking a position better left to bull-fighters than bulls.

“Give ‘em something jaunty, Lop!” A woman in an owl mask shouted, and the conductor—in a rabbit mask—nodded before signaling the band to switch from the dreary tune they had been playing to something jaunty.

I was unaccustomed to full bands as well and it took a moment of obvious staring before Lucient cleared his throat, causing a small wave of giggling through our ‘audience’.

Sighing, I turned back at him, gawking instead at the lithe curve of his pose too far away from my hands, well, my dream, it appears we’re to be the entertainment.

He bowed again before approaching, aren’t we always?

Strings chose our dance for us, though I doubt any in the room expected us to actually perform it—despite the debauchery occurring in the corners, most did not expect such an overt display on the dance floor.

I took his hand and he took mine and we stepped lively little steps side-by-side—closer than the dance required—to the beat of hand drums. Midway across the dance floor, the flute began the melody and I lifted him, turning with him held tight to my chest—his legs swinging—to the sounds of gasps and excited murmurs before returning his feet to the floor only to lift and turn him again in the other direction.

We pranced to the other side of the space cleared for us after another two lifts and turns, bowing to the sounds of all those giggles before doing it again back the other way; prance, lift, turn, prance, and bow. However, we earned a few extra gasps as we switched places on that second go. He lifted me—which was a decidedly more impressive feat to anyone unaware of his strength.

It took a great deal longer than one might expect, the back and forth, for jaunty as the music sang it was still quite slow and we did need to keep to its rhythm.

But on the third go, I earned a gasp from Lucient as well as the crowd, by catching him in my other arm when I lifted him. And, cradling him close while he laughed, I twirled once around, did a simple left-right step and danced back to the entry before bowing to the crowd—his arms tight around my neck.

We exited to the sounds of raucous laughter and a few drunken cheers.

They will be far too busy talking about that to look for you now, I told him, after hiding us behind an especially pale statue that stood far too tall for how naked it was.

Still in my arms, Lucient slipped his mask up and pulled close enough to lift mine before kissing me. Soft that kiss, soft, sweet and painfully quick as footsteps forced our masks back down.

They were stuttered and mixed with slurred giggling.

“Did you see them,” a woman was telling another, “so pretty, and that dance, you think, you think,” she hiccupped and I shuffled to avoid them as they wobbled around the statue, “we could do that?”

“The dance,” the other woman asked, “or the pretty, because you’re already pretty, so pretty.”

Adorable, Lucient’s thoughts all but swooned, young, drunken love...we may want to find another place to hide, treasure, this tends to lead to masks and then corsets on the floor.

He was proven right in mere seconds as masks hit the floor and the second woman’s lips latched to the first while drink-softened fingers attempted to remove the many layers of their gowns.

Swallowing my laughter, I ran with Lucient in my arms back to the room he had so ached to enter. When he noticed, he shook his head, he won’t be in there now, but if you’re willing...I saw one of the others sneak off during our performance.

“Or we could follow suit,” I nodded toward the corridor behind us, the statue beyond, which sang then with the moans of drunken love.

“Later,” he promised, hand teasing my mask, “my warm...perfect treasure.”

Those damnable eyes, shining in the dark holes of that too-innocent mask, eyes he knew I cherished...would follow into anything. Or he should have, but if he did, truly did, there wouldn’t have been a claim on me. It gnawed, that claim, but its teeth were yet dull with his use of it and so I set him down and took his hand, allowing him to lead me to life deserving of the rage he fed me.

[hollywoodandstagebeauties]

John Banner (28 January 1910 – 28 January 1973), born Johann Banner, was born on this date 114 years ago and died 51 years ago today at the age of 63. He is best known for his role as Master Sergeant Schultz in the situation comedy Hogan's Heroes (1965–1971). Schultz, constantly encountering evidence that the inmates of his stalag were planning mayhem, frequently feigned ignorance with the catchphrase, "I know nothing! I see nothing! I hear nothing!" (or, more commonly as the series went on, "I see nothing, nothing!").

In 1942, he enlisted in the United States Army Air Corps, underwent basic training in Atlantic City and became a supply sergeant. He even posed for a recruiting poster. He served until 1945. According to fellow Hogan's Heroes actor Robert Clary, "John lost a lot of his family" to the Holocaust.

Banner appeared in over 40 feature films. His first credited role was a German captain in Once Upon a Honeymoon (1942), starring Cary Grant and Ginger Rogers. He played a Gestapo agent in 20th Century Fox's Chetniks! The Fighting Guerrillas (1943). His typecasting did not please him – he would later learn that his family members who had remained in Vienna all perished in Nazi concentration camps – but it was the only work he was offered. Banner himself was held briefly in a prewar-concentration camp.

Banner made more than 70 television appearances between 1950 and 1970, including the Lone Ranger (episode "Damsels In Distress", 1950), Sky King (premiere episode "Operation Urgent", 1952), The Adventures of Superman (4/5/57, The Man Who Made Dreams Come True.)Mister Ed, Thriller (episode "Portrait Without a Face", 1961), The Untouchables (episode "Takeover", 1962), My Sister Eileen, The Lucy Show, Perry Mason, The Partridge Family, Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea (episode "Hot Line", 1964), Alias Smith and Jones, The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (episode "The Neptune Affair", 1964), and Hazel (episode "The Investor", 1965).

In the late 1950s, a still slim Banner portrayed Peter Tchaikovsky's supervisor on a Disneyland anthology series about the composer's life. This followed a scene with fellow Hogan's Heroes actor Leon Askin (General Burkhalter) as Nikolai Rubinstein. In 1953, he had a bit part in the Kirk Douglas movie The Juggler as a witness of an attack on an Israeli policeman by a disturbed concentration camp survivor.

In 1954, he had a regular role as Bavarro in the children's series Rocky Jones, Space Ranger. Two years later, he played a train conductor in the episode "Safe Conduct" of Alfred Hitchcock Presents, appearing with future co-star Werner Klemperer, who played a spy. He played Nazi villains in several later films: the German town mayor in The Young Lions {1958}; Rudolf Höss in Operation Eichmann (1961); and Gregor Strasser in Hitler (1962). The year before the premiere of Hogan's Heroes, Banner portrayed a soldier in the World War II German "home guard" in 36 Hours (1964). Although it was a non-comedic role in a war drama, Banner still displayed some of the affable nature that would become the defining trait of the character he would create for television the following year. By coincidence, during the final moments of 36 Hours, John Banner's character meets up with a border guard played by Sig Ruman, who had portrayed another prisoner-of-war camp chief guard named Sergeant Schulz, in the 1953 film Stalag 17, starring William Holden. In 1968, Banner co-starred with Werner Klemperer, Leon Askin and Bob Crane in The Wicked Dreams of Paula Schultz.

According to Banner in a newspaper interview, before he met and married his French wife Christine, he weighed 178 pounds (81 kg); he claimed her good cooking was responsible for his weight gain to 260 pounds (120 kg), as of 1965. This helped gain him the part of the kindly, inept German prisoner-of-war camp guard in Hogan's Heroes. Banner was loved not only by the viewers, but also by the cast, as recalled by cast members on the Hogan's Heroes DVD commentary. The Jewish Banner defended his character, telling TV Guide in 1967, "Schultz is not a Nazi. I see Schultz as the representative of some kind of goodness in any generation."

After Hogan's Heroes was cancelled in 1971, Banner starred as the inept gangster Uncle Latzi in a short-lived television situation comedy, The Chicago Teddy Bears. His last acting appearance was in the March 17, 1972, episode of The Partridge Family. He then retired to France with his Paris-born second wife.

Less than one year after moving back to Europe, while visiting friends in Vienna, John Banner died from an abdominal hemorrhage on his 63rd birthday. He was survived by his wife Christine; they had 8 children

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Classic Retrovision Milestones

[kvothes]

just got the miss/mister two-step from the train conductor, love to have a gender incomprehensible to the public