#radio talkshow host

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Wendy we miss u girl 👧 💗💓❤️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️👀💬💬💬🗨🗨🗣🦀🎤

[radioconstructed]

⌖ Before it was "some guy with a podcast," it was "some guy with a broadcast!" We've always been here!

[circeyoru]

Darkest Confession = Requested

[Human!Alastor x Serial Killer Enthusiast!Reader]

Everyone have that one thing that really really sets them apart from the group, right? Some can be way too addicted with coffee that they don’t sleep much cause of it, or some can be so obsessed with ducks that they have a whole collection of it (ahem Lucifer ahem anyways…). Either way, usually it’s harmless

No, not you

You were no police officer or detective, or any career related to crime. You were someone simple working from place to place, always moving. Yet you found yourself engrossed with the art of killing. No, you don’t kill yourself. But you love to read about the people that do, specifically, serial killers

To just have the urge to kill and do it then deal with the consequences. It was like the most extreme of goal making. The thing with serial killers is that they mostly pick random people off the streets and kill for whatever reason they have. One can’t link the killings back to the killer because there was none! Oh, how you eat those stories up like a bedtime story

You somewhat study serial killers and their killings, feeling drawn to them enough that you’d move from place to place. It was your drive and your calling. One you keep quite deep down, you’d let this side of you out from time to time, but you had to control it since some might think you deserve the straight jacket or put in a hospital, or just label you as mental

Close friends and your family knew this side of you and said one day you’d be in deep waters for this interest of yours. They had advised you to stop and just push it away, find something else to think. Maybe a romantic partner that you can settle down with?

Hell no! (like Charlie to Val)

You follow serial killer stories from place to place. As sad that it was to know it after the killings were brought to light because of the slow news outlet, you take what you can. You’d mostly maybe catch a glimpse of the killer, behind bars or during trials

There was a few close calls. You recall yourself impersonating a reporter to interview the killer and your interest in them got them to talk, but you had to left before someone caught on you weren’t a reporter. Another time, a writer hired a helper to talk with a killer on trial, you wrote so much notes that the writer wanted you long term

Still no, you left to follow more serial killers when you could

You heard of a serial killer at large. In New Orleans, City in Louisiana. You heard it over the radio from a rising host that took over the hearts of the people, even outside of his hometown. He detailed the killings, even claiming to have seen a few of the bodies alongside the police so he could offer a clearer picture to the listeners of the horrors the killer can do and wasn’t afraid to show off

A serial killer still free and in society. While the other listeners in the cafe shivered and whispers to each other to be cautious or relief that the killer wasn’t in their town or city, you were planning your next travel

Next stop the New Orleans, hunting ground of the Bayou Serial Killer

Settling down was easy since you had been so custom to it. Like always, you wandered a bit, get the feel of the place and its people, the vibe of the city so you can fit in. Then you visited the place where the bodies were found, information provided by the local newspaper and the radio talkshows

You didn’t know then. That someone was following you after a few of your visits to the body dumping grounds. You certainly didn’t know that chance encounter with the radio host was staged

“I’d like coffee, black!” You heard the familiar voice ring. You didn’t have to look up to know the customers and staff members of the cafe all drawn to the man that ordered at the counter. You rolled your eyes. It was the famous radio host, Alastor, he started frequenting this cafe only recently (when you showed up in town) and would take his morning coffee here before he goes live

If only he was a serial killer or someone close to one… You remember the first time seeing him when he entered the cafe. You wanted to approach him, but he was always eyed by the people that put him on a pestasole. You learned to stay clear of people like that because, there were always some fans crazier than the other. Take yourself as an example, with your obsession and addiction to killers

“May I join you, my dear fellow?” Your eyes quickly scanned the place. Why was it so full today? You didn’t say anything and just gestured to the empty seat opposite to you in your booth. Great, now you had to go to work early because you wanted to avoid him. Wait

“Are you writing your script now?” You blinked at the notepad Alastor started to scribble over, you couldn’t just start by asking ‘are you writing your script on the serial killer? Can I see, please?’. Your keen eyes caught the words ‘serial killer’ and ‘bodies’

Alastor chuckled and said he was merely reorganizing his thoughts so he could envision his radio host as smoothly as possible for the listeners. You blink ‘for the listeners’, again with that. But does he really put others first behind himself? Somehow you didn’t think so

Of course his notes got you to put your attention on him. Alastor had to internally grin. He noticed a new face in town after some time. Then he noticed you going to his dumping grounds. He had thought you were a new detective or police to hunt him down by looking over new evidence. He thought he was right when he saw you noting down the surroundings even with the absence of the body

You were followed carefully to check if you had family and/or friends that would make a fuss of your disappearance. When you had none, he thought you were an easy target. But you weren’t a detective nor a police. Imagine his surprise when he only found you returning home. Never once had you went to the police with that notepad of yours

Odd

So he followed some more. It then that he noticed you had a spark in your eyes whenever serial killers or their killings were mentioned. While other would shiver with the sight of fear in their eyes, you had interest and excitement. So odd, but he didn’t dislike it. It fueled his interest in you

He tried striking conversations with you, but you were so plain and common, one he can brush off as a local polite individual. You fitted in with the commonality that quickly and easily. Though his concern was your disinterest and ignorance to him, he once let his assistant to play a pre-recorded show to see your reactions to his killings reported

There it was. You and that spark of yours with that notepad and pen, writing so furiously like you were possessed. You were more expressive and childish even, swaying from side to side, tapping your feet, drumming your fingers. It was like he witnessed your true self. He confirmed it when the topic changed and like a switch, you were that mundane self of yours

It was all so fasincinating to him and he had to talk to the real you. So he staged this meeting. He was right on the money, you would start off with someone common, then poke at your interest, wanting him to start the topic so you’d be involved. Slowly and with time though, you’d just talk outright with him

It was routine for him, meeting you before his show at that cafe and in their secluded booth you basically marked your own when it was in the morning. He’s review his notes with you and then talk about the (his) killings with you, the newest discoveries, the clues that detectives and polices missed, all that juicy details you’d like

Another problem came. You saw him as a friend. He saw you as a romantic interest

To you, it was rare that you could connect this much with someone. No one back home, not even your closest family members and frends, would indulge with you in this interest of yours. No matter how much you spoke your thoughts on serial killers and their killings, Alastor didn’t push you away and even ask questions on your thoughts. You cared so much for him, as a friend, but he wasn’t your interest

To him, you were now one of his reason to kill more. That bloodlust was on par with the spark you’d have in your eyes when he struck again. Some poor victim died and you only focused on him, the killer! He once compared you to his friend Mimzy, she knew and helped his killings, but she didn’t give him the same joy and bubbly emotions he’d have when talking to you about his kills. It wasn’t the same. So were you the one? The one to his cold dark heart.

And he confessed. More than just his feelings

“My dearest darling, I would be so honoured if you’d agree to allow me the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to officially court you.”

“No.” There was no hesitation in your voice, nor was there a pause. “Sorry, Alastor, I just considered myself married to serial killers. Or at least, this one in your town. I love them no matter what. So I can’t accept your feelings. But I hope we can continue being fr—”

Alastor held onto you, it was just a stroke of luck that this place was the secluded forest he was familiar with. He kneeled down on one knee and kissed your knuckles, his eyes staring straight at you with that crazed look in his eyes and that murderous grin he only let his victims see, “Allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Alastor, the Bayou Serial Killer.”

Note: I had SO MUCH FUN writing for this. Thank you for suggesting this, Any~ (I’ll just call all the anonymous asks this from now on). I would tag the person but this is anonymous request (╯︿╰)

Requests are open, but keep in mind of what I wrote in the Masterlist. I’ll ultimately decide whether or not to write for them. Thanks!

Circe Y.

MASTERLIST

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

Little Shop of Horrors takes place sometime in the early 60s, but it's hard to pin down the exact year. A radio broadcast mentions President Kennedy, so that narrows it down to 1961, 1962, or 1963. During the song Feed Me (Git It), one of the offers Audrey II waves in Seymour's face is a "guest spot on Jack Paar." Jack Paar hosted the Tonight Show from July 29, 1957 to March 30, 1962. The opening line of the movie says that the events took place on the 23rd day of the month of September, so if we assume Jack Paar was still on the air when Audrey II mentioned him, then 1962 and 1963 are off the table, meaning is has to be 1961, right? Well, after Seymour kills Mr. Mushnik allows Audrey II to kill Mr. Mushnik, we get a short montage of offers and contracts and magazine covers to establish that Seymour's star is rising. One of the covers is a TV Guide for the week of October 6 - 12.

October 6th was a Sunday in 1963, not 1961, so that complicated things until I googled existing TV Guides and learned that they don't start the week on Sunday, but Saturday instead.

April 23 - 29, 1983 (Saturday to Friday) December 27, 1980 - January 2, 1981 (Saturday to Friday)

October 6 - 12 was a Saturday to Friday in 1962.

If we assume Audrey II just pulled the first famous talkshow host name it could think of regardless of whether or not he was still on the air, then 1962 remains our best bet because in the director's cut ending where the plants take over the world there's one shot of Audrey II bursting through a movie theater marquee advertising Jason and the Argonauts, a Ray Harryhausen movie which premiered June 13, 1963.

Little Shop of Horrors starts on September 23, 1962.

Seymour gets his face on the cover of Life and the TV Guide the following month.

Audrey II would hit store shelves just in time for Christmas, spreading around the country faster than hula hoops and the Twist, taking over the world sometime in the new year.

[samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires]

"My Body's Looking WRONG." - Glass Animals, "The Other Side of Paradise"

"When a gunshot seals his fate, Mordecai Heller dies. However, he did not expect a secondary life that seemed promising. There was only one...actually, multiple problems:

1) This was Hell. 2) He didn't know anyone or anything from or about this place. 3) That pompous, cheesy talkshow shitlord of a radio host...what was his name? Alexander? Allen? Alastor, that's right!

Though a lovely little princess of Hell and her girlfriend try to guide him, as well as the other patrons, to the path of redemption...if it isn't too much of a problem." - The Other Side of Paradise.

The fact that this took me this long is insane. I'm very proud of how this turned out, and I sincerely hope you like this <3

Thank you so much for the support, and because I wanna show how many hours this has tracked, here we go.

There. Hope you enjoy! <3 Thank you for the support through and through.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Alice Herman at The Guardian:

Kamala Harris appeared on The Howard Stern Show on Tuesday, calling Donald Trump a “sore loser” and receiving an endorsement from the host, Howard Stern.

Her appearance on the radio show, whose listenership skews white and male, comes as Harris embarks on a series of sit-down interviews on popular talkshows and podcasts, including Stern, The View, the podcast Call Her Daddy and the Late Show With Stephen Colbert. During the show, Harris blasted Trump for his comment that he would be a “dictator on day one” and called him a “sore loser” for his role in promoting false claims of widespread voter fraud after the 2020 election. “Understand what dictators do,” said Harris. “They jail journalists, they put people who are protesting in the street in jail.” The interview comes just weeks after Trump, who has appeared on Stern’s show in years past, claimed on Fox News that the host “went woke”. Stern shrugged off the charge last year, telling listeners that he takes “woke” as a compliment and that “the opposite of being woke is being asleep”.

The interview also hit on personal subject matter – from therapy (she’s not seeing a therapist currently), to her preferred choice of breakfast cereal (Special K), to her family. During the interview Stern asked if she thought there were Americans who would refuse to vote for a woman. “Listen, I’ve been the first woman in almost every position I’ve had,” said Harris. “I believe that men and women support women in leadership. And that’s been my life experience and that’s why I’m running for president.” Stern revealed that he plans to vote for Harris.

Appearing on The Howard Stern Show Tuesday, Kamala Harris gave a stern warning that Donald Trump seeks to act like a dictator if he is elected again.

From the 10.08.2024 edition of Howard 100's The Howard Stern Show:

[kenandeliza]

Silly caller (idea for a future work)

(Billy is shown to host a talkshow on his radio broadcasts with his guest, and his experience living in a haunted mansion, a mischievous ghost can be seen to the readers but not to Billy and His guest)

Mr spook: "and that's how it is, whenever you see a house sold very cheap, it's one of the signs of it being haunted. "

Billy on his radio: "Alright folks, we're going over to the QnA section live on the phone, Call this following number to ask our special guest a question"

(Billy gives out the number on live)

(The telephone rings, the ghost purposely possesed the telephone line and speak himself)

Billy:"alright, so who's our lucky inquirer?"

Ghost: "Hey um, delivery service??? May I have a double cheeseburger?"

Billy:"...sir, this is not wendys, you're on live radio-"

(Call gets abruptly ended by Billy)

(Telephone rings again)

Ghost: "you didn't let me finished! Now I want a double cheeseburger with a side of extra large fries-"

Billy getting slightly angrier: "Sir for the last time! this is not a wendy's!!"

mr Spook: "Bah! The same thing happened to me in my house last time! Your phone is haunted!"

Billy:*sighs* "Alright folks, while we take care of that problem, on to the commercial break with our associates with Mechanix Illustrated!"

[atticustheclown]

The reason the far right has such a death grip on older populations and a lot of farmers is because their biggest source of entertainment was and is talkshow radio. If you're spending 8+ hours working in the field, the best distraction is the radio. So when you've got little free time to sit and watch TV, you'll probably get most of your political opinions from the guy with the radio show. When people say Rush Limbaugh was an evil and despicable man, it's because he would pollute the easily influenced by using fear tactics and preying on their emotions. And even though that demonic bastard is dead, there's still really radical radio hosts out there that are spreading their ideologies like mold spores. Your grandma isn't ever going to stop voting right because she was taught to distrust all news sources except the one keeping her in the cult. Facts and statistics don't matter to them when they aren't saying the things they want to head, and if they don't want to hear it then it's false info. Simple slogans like "fake news" and "facts over feelings" make sure that people are able to stay in the cult without having to really justify it. It's so much easier to say "false news" to something you don't like, rather than challenging your ideologies. The modern day talkshow radio host is your local rightwing grifter who's getting way more money spreading fear and negativity instead of acceptance and tolerance.

[toons-inkwell]

Finding "Frankie" AU chapter: 3

Warnings: Blood

Words: 2,799

Franky moved quietly throughout the maintenance tunnels of the parkour palace. Despite his size he became adept at stealthy traversing about, those unlucky contestants who made it past the starting line got practically nowhere as he'd always be quick to surprise them and slam them into a wall turning them into a red stain. It was this stealth that allowed him to slink through the shadows and witness what the parkour palace was like before each season would begin.

In a lot of ways it was mostly the same. Vibrant bright areas, long expanding corridors, rooms chalk full of trampolines, obstacles, and less than up to code parkour challenges. All that one would expect a "parkour palace" to have was located within the confines of a several story building. Franky often wondered what was this place like when it was teeming with life, adult and child playing about within its walls. When the place was operational Franky only ever was allowed out of the back charging room when the place was closed and all the patrons had left. At least he could still remember what it sounded like when it was busy. The laughing, footsteps, talking of adults, crying of those who accidentally injured themselves. It was chaotic but a sort of entertainment for the rabbit who was always just out of sight, barred from actually witnessing and interacting the way Frankie would with customers. Franky honestly missed being able to hear all those people in the parkour palace. Without them now both the days and nights were filled with an eerie silence, the only real noise that filled the void was the soft buzz of lights, flies that circled the rotted corpses, whirr of fans and buzzsaws. There was also of course—

RING RING RING

—the occasional ringing of Henry's phone.

Franky came to his first stop in his tour around the facility. Back in the Henry Hotline museum, Franky peeked his head around the corner to spot a usually closed off room with the sign "Henry Hotline Live" above it. Inside was the telephone-headed talkshow host himself, Henry unfortunately being forced to answer calls and talk right before each season would start.

RING RING RI—

Henry picked up the phone on his head and spoke into it "Hello and welcome to 'who keeps ringing that phone' with Henry Hotline, I'm your host Henry Hotline, what can I do for you on this *lovely* day caller?"

Franky could tell by the exaggeration on certain words that Henry was going through it. His voice box made it so that everytime he spoke it was gravely and had that static filter over it. While the gameshow ran on the dark web amongst other gruesome live streams, Henry's show was broadcasted to public television and radio stations. This unfortunately meant Henry would be forced to subtly advertise what they couldn't legally. It was a job someone had to do, after all if no one was aware of it no one would donate, it was just plain unfortunate that it had to be Henry though.

["HELLO! I'm glad to be on the air, I was just wondering in the TV show you're always dragged along by Frankie and forced to help him, I'm just wondering do you actually like him? Or is it a thing where you can't get rid of him and are just forced to go along with what he wants?"]

Henry's usual dismissive attitude towards the callers shifted in an instant. By the way even his posture changed Franky could tell the question caught the telephone off guard. A long pause as Henry contemplated the question confirmed this.

"What do I think of Frankie..."

Henry sat up in his seat and looked towards the camera directed at him, or at least Franky assumed so. It was hard to tell with the telephone's pitch black eyes.

"Me and his relationship is... Complicated" Henry crossed his legs and tilted his head, the coil attached to it creaking "I suppose I should start off by saying that whatever you see in those cartoons are the works of fiction, don't try to replicate anything you see on TV in general kids, but... Uhh, to answer your question I suppose it just depends on whi– I mean– When, when does he bother me"

Franky's ears twitched at the verbal misstep. It could have been a genuine mistake in his words but the initial word choice of which had him wondering if the telephone was speaking about more than the dynamic of their cartoon counterparts.

"When he is making me do things I don't wanna do like talking to people I don't want to speak to..." Henry bit back what he truly wanted to say. With a sigh sound coming from his voice box he continued, his words carrying thinly veiled frustration "but at the same time Frankie has... He's been a real friend if I wanna put it generally, I mean sure he ain't perfect and I ain't always thrilled to see him" Henry's voice lowered into a fearful whisper "and he sometimes scares me..." Henry perked back up again "but he's a friend all the same, one that I probably would have gone crazy without having! Like really, do you think the duck is a fun conversationalist? He HATES me! Hahaha! If it was up to him I'm sure I would be locked up where no one would ever see me, and that sure would be a darn shame—wouldn’t it?”

["..."]

Silence. The caller had hung up about halfway through Henry's ramble leaving the telephone alone, talking to himself while he was live on air.

"...this, this is why I don't do long winded answers" Henry mumbled under his non-existent breath.

Franky's ears twitched. Those words were the last thing he expected to hear from Henry but he was glad to hear them. Despite what the past held and how Frankie forced him to hurt the telephone, the fact that Henry didn't hold a grudge allowed him to go along his merry way with that info in tow. It was that bit of info that made the giant rabbit pause upon seeing a poster on the wall. The piece of art held a cartoon depiction of the mascot rabbit as well as the mascot Henry was on the poster with the words "partners in crime" below it. While it was true they were partners in crime, especially considering soon Henry would have to take part in the show, Franky always thought of Henry as a friend and by the words the telephone gave it was apparent Henry thought of him as a friend too. They were friends.

A small hiccup in his little tour was made, before leaving connections Franky decided to commemorate the moment of confirmation between him and Henry's friendship. He took a page out of Henry's book and with the use of the darkned liquid that seeped from a body a few feet away, the rabbit marked the poster with a big "NO" on it. He hoped that after Henry would be finished in his studio he'd see the poster but that would probably not happen considering the telephone was already irritable and probably just wanted to go and rest after dealing with the constant ringing. Franky wasn't going to press the issue and force Henry to view it, he was just going leave the message there as a little reminder of their friendship in the future if he ever passed by it.

With that out of the way Franky decided to check up on the one mascot that wasn't once a human. While it had sentience and even a sense of justice, Deputy Duck was a simple AI that was implanted into a tablet that mimicked the look of the cartoon deputy. Franky and the deputy didn't get along at all, the duck always trying to peck him if he neared, but the rabbit was just going to make sure he was on charge. It was a simple trip, all it took was a shortcut through the vents which Franky had little issues squeezing into. As big as his hands, feet, body, and head were, the vents were big enough where he could slide through them, rather silently at that. One would figure such a large unwieldy creature like him scurrying through the vents would make quite the clatter, the awful noise of metal scraping against metal being inevitable. Instead Franky found a way to drag himself through making minimal noise, only the very subtle thud of his hand as he pulled himself along could be heard. There was something else heard throughout the vents. By the time he was close to the deputy's area he heard something, something that made him cease his movements and hold still.

Like the flies that would swarm around the corpses of those he killed, Franky picked up on a strange buzz. While at first he thought it the fans that would constantly spin to keep the building temperature controlled, he soon realized it wasn't a natural noise in the vents. He had never heard it once when climbing through the air ducts, not to mention it sounded electronic in nature. What caught his attention most of all was the fact that he swore through the garbled noise there was a voice, a very familiar one at that. It sounded kinda like...

Frankie?

He wasted no time in moving upwards, the cause of the sound concerning him. He struggled to think of what could it possibly be, was it just some auditory mishap? His hearing sensors sometimes did prove faulty, the wires connecting to his eardrums were partially frayed so the occasional glitch wasn't out of place. Even with that in mind he doubted that's what was happening though, he knew Frankie's voice anywhere and that certainly sounded like him. Inch by inch his large body crept through the tight space. He made sure to not leave a sound behind as he took every chance he got to peek his head through the vents to check where he would be in the facility. The confusion he faced only got worse upon finding himself in the air ducts right above the room he would lie dormant in when charging. What one could only describe as audio clutter continued to go off as Franky stretched over to look through the small spaces in between the gaps of the metal shutters.

The charging room was dimly lit, all lights powered off say for the multicolored ones from the electricity boxes and servers. Franky didn't require lots of light to see, already accustomed to seeing in dark spaces he managed to make out the bizarre sight of Frankie, standing there fiddling with several wires dangling from the ceiling. The rabbit was leaking an odd substance from the corners of his mouth, the liquid seeping past the wide grin of his. Even in the vents Franky could pick up the oder, a strange chemical mixture between oil and blood which ran through all the mascots made from humans. While he was accustomed to the smell of blood the oil added a strange tinge that made his snout scrunch up. It was awful and Frankie seemed aware of this, as he held charging wires in one hand he desperately tried to stop the tar from leaking out of his maw.

"Stu-pid-pid-pid fuck-ing-ing" Frankie cursed, his voice box clear as day the cause of the glitchy static sound.

click

Frankie shoved the wires into an unseen opening on his back. Sparks flew from where the wires were socketed, illuminating the dark room briefly and allowing him to see that the liquid was not just pouring out of Frankie's mouth but his entire body. From the small eyes embedded into his head all the way to where the springs connected his hands to his body, the mechanical blood oozed out like some sort puss filled pimple that popped. The stench was rank and Franky struggled to hold still. With everything in him he locked himself firmly in place and refused to take his eyes off the malfunctioning mascot.

Frankie was malfunctioning. Right? He knew what he was seeing, the brother of his running like a leaking pipe, it just didn't make sense. He was supposed to be the perfect one. While Franky was always told he was the one filled with flaws and Henry was a slightly improved version the explanation always given that when it came to turning something human into a mascot, Frankie perfected it on himself. He retained all the memories of when he was alive unlike the other lagomorph and the telephone, he could speak without anything interfering with his voice box’s signal, he didn't even need electricity to run. So what was it that Franky was seeing? This person—or rabbit in this case—who was supposed to be the perfect candidate to take over the show once they gathered enough funds was bleeding. Like a paramedic fruitlessly trying to defibrillate a rotting corpse that was left over in the sun, he spewed the liquid from the crevices of his body as enough wattage to power a generator for several days was pumped into him.

What took Franky aback the most was how casual he was about it. The frantic rush to keep all of it inside ceased, Frankie just hunched over and let it casually drip down. The faint bzztt of electricity pulsing through large wires into his back replaced the earlier noise of the broken sound that came from him. It was as if this was a regular occurrence the way Frankie stood up, wiped the fluid off his face, and began to sort through papers. The earlier file the monstrous mascot was barred from seeing was held in his hands. He flipped through each piece of paper hidden within it like one would a newspaper in the morning, leisurely and without a care.

zzipptt!

"Ah, there we are!" Frankie exclaimed, his voice as smooth as butter "glad that's outta my system, hopefully that was all of it" the smiling rabbit looked downwards at what he expelled from his body.

Franky surveyed his brother's eyes, searching for any sort of emotion that'd maybe help figure out what he just witnessed.

"Maybe after this season this little issue will be fixed" Frankie remarked as he briefly glanced up at the vent, unknowingly making eye contact with Franky on the other side.

There was nothing. No emotion. No care. Nothing but indifference to the casual spew of bile from his body. He was acting like this had happened before. Maybe because it did happen before. Franky didn't have any proof it did but just by his mannerisms he knew. He knew and it just confused him. Why would Frankie lie about not needing electricity or being the perfect finalized outcome of the experiments? What would lying gain him? People lied to gain something right? There was no ulterior motive to it, right? In this situation what was there to gain other than the ability to—....

...

...

...

Reputation... What would Frankie gain by lying other than the ability to preserve his reputation... That's what it was, wasn't it?

snap

Frankie snapped his fingers and in ran the small, volatile mysteries that were the Noob Noobs. Little red creatures sporting blue lips and a yellow hat, their bodies capable of self destruction after a specific amount of time or under certain amounts of pressure. These ones he summoned held towels that they used to mop up the puddle of black beneath Frankie's feet before consuming the sopping wet cloth. The Noob Noobs did their task diligently before running back out of the server room—presumably to some far off corner where they would detonate themselves disposing of any evidence. Their life spans comparable to that of a mayfly except they had no other purpose than as obstacles in the games. Obstacles that never went used.

After the Noob Noobs left Frankie soon followed. The rabbit hiding in the vents remained still, his brother's foot steps carrying off downstairs. Even after he was gone out of sight Franky continued to lay there until his ears could pick up nothing but the distant whirr of the fans and the buzz of the servos. His eyes fixated on the floor where the black fluids once were, his mind trying to still wrap itself what he witnessed. Well, it was more likely to say he was trying to rationalize why it was so shocking to him. He's killed people before, brutally too. Why was seeing Frankie leaking that stuff so shocking? Was it because he was his brother or something else…something like the idea that Frankie actually lied. He didn't know. He didn't think he wanted to know.

[littlequeenies]

Interesting to know about this article, according wikipedia, they never divorced:

Hunt said in 1991 that she and Ratledge never held hands and never kissed, though "...he comes for Easter. But that's what we called 'married'." While the two have remained good friends, Hunt says the secret to a happy marriage is to "separate immediately." When Hunt and Ratledge reached their 40th wedding anniversary, Hunt called Ratledge up and said, jokingly, "We should renew our vows." Ratledge died on 5 February 2025.

Newspaper article for this photo:

MARSHA SEEKS DIVORCE

Marsha Hunt, star of the London production of the hippy musical "Hair," has filed a divorce petition due to be heard in London on July 23. The marriage certificate shows that she was married at Kensington Register's office in April 1967 to musician Michael Ronald Ratledge.

Michael, 23, is the son of a school head master. Marsha, 23, is the daughter of a psychiatrist.

[sandwich-the-cat]

What are your favorite things/takes about fanfiction? (suggestions for a talkshow!!) Please help

my friend and I are starting a talk show on our college radio station about fanfiction.

we, of course, are lovers of fanfiction and fandom culture, but we’ve been having a hard time coming up with topics because…. we have such different tastes!

I grew up on here and scrolling through ff.net before i discovered ao3, i was a childhood superwholock fan and watched a lot of anime. more recently I am a huge fan of star trek and have been reading a lot of k/s. i never read xReaders or things with celebrities. (no hate of course, i just am drawn to transformative works with fictional characters) (mainly wlw mlm and gen)

my co-host on the other hand grew up reading things like Justin bieber gets ariana grande pregnant xreaders. i think she reads more things with celebrities and either het or lesbian ships.

like she was reading draco/hermione and i was reading drarry in middle school. there’s a link there but it is rife with tension.

honestly it’s like being introduced to a whole new world of fandom! but we kinda have no common experiences. but i feel like this combo gives us the ability to cover a lot of ground.

anyway! if you were to have or listen to a talk show about fanfiction what would you want to talk about? we are working on a syllabus so please comment/repost with your suggestions!!!

[hazyaltcare]

Typing quirk suggestions based on...

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Letter Adjustments:

Replace "s" with "∿"

Word Adjustments:

Add a hyphen to words with "static" in them. (Ex.: "ecstatic" becomes "ec-static," "hemostatic" becomes "hemo-static," "statical" becomes "static-al," etc.)

Replace "cool" with "hot" or "flaming."

Replace "dear" with "deer." (For a more complicated quirk, replace the "dear" with "deer" in parts of words as well. Ex.: "dearly" becomes "deerly," "endearment" becomes "endeerment," and "sidearmer" becomes "sideermer," etc.)

Replace "entertaining," "awe-spiring," "amusing," and similar terms with "gasser."

Replace "know-it-all," "smartass" and similar insults with the 1930s slang version; "Abercrombie."

Instead of "alcohol," "booze," "liquor," and other similar phrases, use the 1930s slang version; "giggle juice."

Instead of "jail," "prison," and similar phrases, use the 1930s slang version; "big house."

Instead of "good-bye," "good day," and other similar phrases, use the 1930s slang version; "Abyssinia!"

Text Prefixes & Suffixes:

ɹoʇsɐl∀ - <text>

🎙 <text>

🗨 <text>

🦌 <text> 🌳🌳🌳

〚 <text> 〛

<text> 📻 💬

Phrases To Use:

"Oh, deer!" A rephrasing of the saying "Oh, dear!", which is an exclamation of surprise and/or concern.

"Ring a Ding Ding!" A 1930s expression of excitement.

"Stuck between an Overlord and an Exorcist!" A rephrasing of the saying "Stuck between a rock and a hard place."

"Their head must be full of static." A saying that expresses doubt over someone's reasoning abilities.

"When Hell freezes over!" A common expression that states something will never happen.

"You're bumping gums." A 1930s saying that means "You're talking nonsense."

Overall Quirk Suggestions:

Be loud and expressive with your language, just as you'd expect a radio host to be.

Use more 1930s slang and idioms! There is even more than what can be shown on this typing quirk suggestions list.

Use polite language that has catty undertones, just as if you're a playful talkshow host.

Mod Haze (🎮Greyson)

[wreckedhoney]

huk.... realizing the reason i like forrest so much might be the same reason trek fans like mccoy.... dammit leslie i'm a dj talkshow host not a 911 operator, how am i supposed to help perform lifesaving surgery when i'm just a juicy voice over the radio !!!

[mako-neexu]

guda-chan idol AU reverse harem + past life remembered AU that includes everything i ever want that caters to my needs, romaguda where romani secretly hides his crush on ritsuka as the school nurse but also hes a helplessly in love fan and absolutely does Not pour his savings into buying merch of her (da vinci and mash says its creepy for a 30s to do this, ritsuka doesnt think so and romani agrees), as the school nurse he really cares for her genuinely since for some reason, he feels soft towards her ever since meeting her- the girl having stumbled across an empty classroom he was using where they talked for a bit and he felt this closeness and familiarity towards her that he cant describe, and if he oversteps boundaries he'd do dogeza insantly, he would combust if ritsuka so much as holds his hand though,

kadoguda where kadoc doesnt care about her career, very chill friend ritsuka loves to hang out with, really likes the music that ritsuka makes since a majority of it is composed by her or the lyrics are by her when she's invited to help out on another artist, he likes her MVs, her voice, some of the animation she made by herself, hes impressed by her skill in art, and especially her being multilingual, wdyM she can converse in fluent russian with him?? where did she learn that???yes she can she even knows a few dead language and speaks it well. not sus at all. and also nonope he doesnt have a crush on her. he definitely doesnt volunteer to be the one to drag her to her bed to rest instead of practicing another dance routine.

also obeguda where oberon is an actor-seiyuu-singer and because they voiced two characters in a show called 'Avalon le Fae', another sequel to an ongoing anime series that was popular in japan and their characters' ship blew up locally and internationally, they did collabs sometimes, they were invited to do dramalogues, also to radio broadcasts, gameshows, talkshows together etc. hosts even try to ask the both of them if theyre dating but they always somehow dodge the topic. since oberon's character almost matches his own feelings during the avalon le fae voice recording session, he's surprised by ritsuka having immediately understood the assignment as "Master of Chaldea". the studio decided to pick the female Master this time to take over for the male Master. just a one time thing (but could change depending on people's views since the director of the entire series liked using male Master as much as possible for fanservice and bc shounen genre) so with Master of Chaldea being a girl this time, everyone is excited to see how it would play out. after all, female Master of Chaldea never got the chance to shine in the soptlight in the main story.

the way ritsuka voices 'Master of Chaldea' feels... raw, natural. she understood their pain as someone who has killed innocent worlds just for a chance at survival, she understood the burden of being a commander for ghosts who can kill her in an instant, she understood the weight of what 'Master of Chaldea' entailed in the entire series. theres a pleasant lilt to her voice when the moment is quiet in the scene, especially during her nightly conversations with the Fairy King who was the "only servant summoned in the lostbelt to help Chaldea" . her voice is strong and determined yet there is fear, there is that sense of "i have to move and save someone. i have to try even if it will be useless in the end. i have to try. i cant save everyone but i have to try." in her voice when someone dies, when someone is hurt, when someone close to her disappears. ritsuka's voice acting especially shines during the 'Lost Will' episode/scene. where she conveys 'Master of Chaldea's feelings as if it truly truly is her own. and either shes just really passionate or something about the character resonates with her. so this makes oberon watch her more carefully. avalon le fae also gives ritsuka the chance to befriend artoria again, who was the star (hehe) for this show despite being a little new to the entertainment world. and because ritsuka loves castoria no matter the world, ritsuka devotes every spare time she has into spending time with artoria. and artoria is almost always flustered bc wtf wtf fujimaru ritsuka is holding my hand?! she's kissing my cheek!? wtf do i do!?aaaaæåâa. ritsuka also teases oberon, which then leads to oberon breaking out of his princely facade to retort back because of course, no matter the world, only yakudou trio can mess with each other's masks and call each other out haha. in anycase, this AU's oberon is also looking for his titania in a way. and so with avalon le fae's story, it feels like ritsuka is constantly calling him out for real and not just towards his character but to himself too. maybe there is even a party...maybe a ball for the entire staff that lets oberon and ritsuka do a more intimate talk as just 'themselves'. they could even dance together which would fuel more rumors of them dating and also for my obeguda needs. oberon also notices she has so many very faint scars that can easily be covered up by makeup or photoshop which would allude to her past life but of course she keeps that knowledge secret. again, oberon's attention towards her is sharpened. her work as an entertainer with her multiple talents allows her to do maybe even thrice of what he usually does with his own roles and things only he can do. theres of course that natural enormous pressure she feels as an entertainer, multilinguist and artist, and also because she's only a 2nd year student, even she herself wouldnt know when to take a break and stop. naturally, there would be haters, people who think of her annoying, people who thinks she is a leech taking credit, people who think she's just sleeping her way through. there would even be some people trying to harass her or even try to ruin her. of course, she takes it all with a smile. and maybe at a fansign event, someone throws food at her as revenge for not replying to the fan in one of her tweets. but of course, she's strong. that's how she was even back then. this is no place to be weak. you dont deserve to show a sign of weakness or arrogance. you have to keep up with your image just like back then. instead, she's just forgiving which angers oberon. maybe obeguda also do a small commercial up in the mountains for filming, which naturally of course rains, ritsuka gets lost, knocked unconscious, oberon goes to get her despite other staff protests, when he finds her though its raining harder and he cant see but theres a small abandoned house nearby they could use for temporary shelter. they spend the time together warming themselves. augh fluff and angst moment basically but they talk more, there is more understanding...a majority of this post is basically obeguda now wtf.

for romaguda, i can think of ritsuka surprising romani with a really expensive slice of strawberry cake she gifts him with on a random day, romani tending to her injuries after she sprains herself and he catches her in time, ritsuka staying over at romani's place since she just missed the last train home. also romani doing his best to hide his merch of her as fast as he can with the unplanned visit from her. ritsuka also teasing him with 'roman-kun' as if they were classmates which would KO romani...then out of nowhere ritsuka one day hugs him tight on what was supposed to be a happy christmas for everyone. and she's just... really sad yet happy as she hugs him tight, (someone describing her expression to be 'romantic' back then). ritsuka tells romani how much she appreciates having him by her side and seeing him happy, living a relaxed life. of course, romani is confused but nonetheless he appreciates it and is flustered by ritsuka saying this. he doesnt know why she's suddenly soft towards him. softer than usual but he doesnt like seeing her look as if she was on the verge of tears. he doesnt truly know the answer until... he finds her sketchbook that was left in her classroom. he knows he shouldnt peek but hes curious... so he could just pretend that he didnt see it. her sketches are wild to say the least. theres somehow drawings of orleans in early century with... two identical women fighting with flags, companions and dragons, theres even rome drawn? she drew the argonauts? is that nightingale? she's cetainly scary.. theres even some knight of the round table too... was she a fan of myth and legend? then on the last page... romani sees an awfully familiar throne, with rocks floating about, black and red tendrils around stone white pillars, a huge band of light as well as... a man with white hair and dark skin but he couldnt see his face due to the man facing the throne, his hands stretched out into the sky as... rings float away from his grasp and there was ritsuka herself, drawn bloody and crying as she clutches at a massive shield on the ground and somehow.. somehow a pang of pain shoots right through him seeing this scene. he swallows. his hands grow weak, he carefully sets the sketchbook back on the table as he takes a moment to breathe. what was that? what was that? he doesnt know what to think except... it was familiar in a way he cant describe. nevertheless he looks back at the beautiful artwork again, this time seeing the cursive title and date "The Time of Parting has Come, He is the One who Lets Go of the World (12/25/20XX)" today, this piece was finished today, which was accomanied by ritsuka's signature under it. even though romani doesnt completely understand, he does understand the pain ritsuka was feeling when she hugged him earlier.

i also want to add edguda but i still have to think of what kind fo good position gankutsuou can take that allows him to be able to be close to her...

[abrisaber]

My Thoughts (and suggestions) on the critiqes on Hazbin Hotels's Character Designs

One of the many complaints about Hazbin Hotel (mostly its character designs) Is that the charaters often use the same color (red) in their pallets. And to be honest I agree with these complaints on some level.

But I don't think completely removing red from the pallets is the best choice. I think using alot of red is sort of a given when creating charaters in such a hellish setting, and it's not like this world is limited to one color.

Helluva Boss explores the other rings of Vivzipops "hellverse." All of which are dominated by a single color.

The Pride Ring is red. The Wrath Ring is orange. The Lust Ring is blue.

Asmodeus, for example, is the embodiemnt of Lust and ruler of the lust ring, and his design empasises that.

Not just the charateristics of his design but the pallet as well. His fur (feathers?) is a similar color to the lust rings sky. His suit and his face have a neon glow to them that a lot of the buildings in the lust ring have. His design isnt just a reflection of his flamboyant yet fluffy nature, it's also literally made of the same building blocks that the ring he rules is.

And yet even in this setting he doesn't bleed into the background. In OZZIE'S when he reveals himself his entire club becomes OVERRUN with his pallet yet he manages to stand out against it.

I think the reason why it's easy to notice Asmodeus in this setting is because, well for one, he's big and the scene is focoused on him, but also because this setting feels built around him rather than him being built for the setting (like the sinners are). It might just be my obsession for this character creating a bias but when I watch this episode I feel like Asmodeus came first and the Lust Ring centers around him, whereas in Hazbin Hotel, the characters sometimes feel hard to miss.

In this frame in particular I genuinley didn't notice Nifty or Alastor in this shot. I mean I rendered in my mind that they were there but It took a couple watches for me to actually notice that they were here. But I will give this credit because my attention was more focoused on Angel Dust than anything else and it was a very short couple of seconds compared to Ozzie's minutes of screen time, but I still think theres a point to be made.

I tried my best to pull from places of equal lighting. The two colors in the top right are the most basic forms, the two on the bottom left are the lighest, and the ones in the center are from the darkest.

While the three examples do varry slightly, the most important ones (being the flatest examples I could find on these images) still look insanely similar to each other. This is MY main complaint about these characters. It's not that they're "too red." I think using red for their pallets is great, but I think using different kinds of red would benefit these designs greatly and help thems stick out against the red backgrounds and other characters.

I think that giving Husker a more deep, dark red, almost like red wine, would empasise his character more. He likes alcohol, wine. He's cynical, depressing, always has a frown, dark. It doen't take away from his character or already estanlished design in any way but does something to help him be more unique.

As for Alastor, I think giving him more muted reds rather than vibrant ones would make him seem more like an oldtimer talkshow host. These reds don't have to be outright pale or grey, but give the red in his suit and hair more fade like they're being seen on a shitty color TV from the 50s. (I don't know what era Alator is from cause I see a lot of different theories but my main guess is from the 1920s-40s since thats when radio became popular) This would, again, empasise his character without outright changing his pallet.

Lastly I want to talk about Charlie

I don't think there's much to change about Charlie's design. I think it works well with her setting. Her suit being a similar red to hell Is a good way to represent her heritege as hells princess, and her blonde hair and pale skin are inherited from her father, who's a fallen angel. One thing I will suggest about her design would be to add something in ger pallet to represent how she likes angels and heaven or at the very least her desire for goodness. Perhaps adding some gold to her design in the form of trimming or a pin or even a simple headband would do wonders for her character and bring some variety that is noticable but not distracting.

I don't have much else to say about the other characters. One thing I will mention is how Sir Pentious sticks out like a sore thumb against all of these main characters who have reds within a similar hue as one of their dominant colors, while he's over here with his piss yellow stripes. Granted he still has red in his design but its more secondary compared to the primary focous of most other characters.

In conclusion, this is just my personal rant about suggestions and ideas and observations. I'm in no way saying that Vivzipop SHOULD do these things. I just think that changing up the pallets and using more variety in the shades and tints of reds she uses for her characters would benefit the show and its characters. This ended up being longe than I thought it would be but I really wanted to get my point across. Please do not point out any spelling mistakes I have made or I will cry and scream and shit everywhere.

[somer-writes]

Who of the chain has a “would make a good radio/podcaster voice”?

depends on the podcast methinks

time has like an npr voice. i think he does serious interviews well and reports current events

warriors has a talkshow voice. celebrity reactions and interviews

twi probably a hosts some kind of educational podcast but like animal education. he plays up his accent for the show

sky has an advice show like therapy gecko maybe. very gentle and smiley

wild does an "i try so you dont have to" show but he captures the audio live so its always like garbled with weather or screaming

legend hosts a history education show but obscure history. he has a Podcast Voice that sounds nothing like how he usually talks

hyrule has a travel show but he doesnt interview locals. he mostly rambles while he rambles. he and wild collab

four has a book club podcast. sometimes with himself, sometimes with legend and twi. arguments abound

winds podcast is about community projects and feel good stories. he and warriors collab. theres a blog attached to the podcast