#tacky tourist

[apoptoses]

Food in Venice is heavily seafood dominated, being that the city is man-made islands on the sea with no growing space of their own

Red Lobster was founded in 1968 and thus was already an established chain seafood restaurant in the US in the 70s and 80s

Armand enjoys having secondhand experiences via Daniel and would likely want to re-experience food familiar to him (seafood) served in 'modern' popular styles

Ipso facto, how many times was Daniel subjected to endless shrimp at different Red Lobster locations before the fascination of seeing the exact same restaurant in different places wore off for Armand and how unwell does the mere scent of cocktail sauce now make Daniel feel?

[juniperquills]

Part 2 of drawing Toontown Corporate Clash characters as A Hat in Time characters

This was probably the easiest of the casting because of course I'm making the guy who pretty much runs a mafia as THE Mafia Boss and the tacky tourist THE Tourist

Cosmo as the Mafia Boss

Skelecogs as the Mafia Goons

Belle as Cooking Cat

Tumbles as the Tourist

Winston as the Badge Seller

[mad-doodle-disease]

//content warning: shotgun moving day (pt 2)

belle smiled sweetly at a slightly suspicious tumbles as the two walked through anchor avenue. belle was mostly leading the way, according to her this safehouse was in a more secluded and hidden location. apparently it was a cog hideout for while before the infection started.

belle dama: see, young toon? this isn't so bad, is it?

tumbles merely shrugged in response. eventually, belle approached a gated up alleyway near a now abandoned toon hq, the signs attached to the chainlink incredibly fickle in nature. multiple "no toons allowed" and "no trespassing" signs were now spraypainted over. more makeshift signs were now the prominent ones on the fence, advertising that toons were cool actually and now allowed in. belle's old hands carefully unlocked the infected-proof lock (which was quite similar to childproofing a pill bottle all things considered) and opened the gate. as the two walked towards the safehouse's elevator, a nearby security camera flared to life, a good sign that the people working there were diligent in making sure no infected people swarm this place. the elevator doors closed up, displaying that someone was going to take it down to the entrance to greet the new refuges.

after a couple seconds, a lanky figure stepped out of the doors, with something slung over their shoulder.

tumbles was about to explain to this mystery person just who he and belle were, and tell them their story, but he was cut off before he could even finish his breath.

the cocking of a shotgun, before being pointed straight at his head. right between his eyes.

NEXT

[froyocorp]

hey maaaaaaan

[etapereine]

now THIS is how you do a us national champion jersey

[rotzaprachim]

i think the beach sequence is fascinating too in light of how many buzzy beach location sights anglo tourists flocked to in the 60′s-90′s (hypothetically when this show i guess would kind of be set??) in latin america, the caribbean, spain, and portugal that had that buzzy hyper capitalist tourists lying on blankets vibez whilst having right wing authoritarian dictatorships. palm trees and espadrilles can happen in the same place as people being violently disapeared and sent to labour camps. a man walks out of his hotel room to buy snacks for a one night stand to be immediately profiled and accused of another man’s crimes. (the crime is anti-imperial speech.) it isn’t just genius writing but quite a pointed reference

[cookinguptales]

Denverite here! Don't forget to get on the Casa Bonita wait-list (currently 600,000+) now to be able to buy tickets for fall

ooh, thank you! Dad's handling that part (he said something about that back in February, idk) because that's the part he's interested in, but I'll double-check that he knows!

[masterxofxmasters]

@k4yne

@shshshshshowrunner

@electionfraudking

If I can ever pass as human again we’re going to the beach.

Stanley is even invited if you’d like

[werewolfetone]

Yeah alright I'll give Tone this one this is one hell of a painting

[pigspeetsandhooflikefeets]

Do you have tacky tourist styled shirts for other games?

Since they're not heavily location based it's a bit harder with the others, but hey. I'm a writer. I can come up with a few others (for ones that don't state the name, I'll provide context)

"My friend found love on MONSTER SEEKING MONSTER and all I got was this t-shirt"

"I legally cannot tell you where I purchased this shirt" [Guesspionage]

"I survived the ZEEPLE DOME"

"I DIDN'T survive the ZEEPLE DOME" (typically the honest answer)

"I survived Lord Tippet's ball" [Weapons Drawn]

"I DIDN'T survive Lord Tippet's stupid ball" [Weapons Drawn]

"I SURVIVED THE INTERNET" (does NOT come in "I didn't survive" variant, there are NO losers allowed in this one)

"You can't prove or disprove I partook in FIBBAGE" (comes in XL, 2, 3, and 4 variants)

No text, but a Hawaiian style button shirt with the flower eyeballs from Fibbage 3

"The SPLIT THE ROOM cat is real and he fucked my dad" (do not buy this shirt)

"BIDIOTS was so expensive I could only afford half a shirt!" (only comes in crop top)

"I got wisdom from THE WHEEL OF ENORMOUS PROPORTIONS and it told me to buy this shirt"

"I got CHAMP'D UP at the Scrawliseum"

"I flexed my drawing skills so hard at the Scrawliseum the sleeves came off!" (only comes in sleeveless) [Champ'd Up]

"I❤️DV" (DV: Doodle Valley) [Civic Doodle]

"I❤️MVC" [Mad Verse City]

"I ain't too awful at DRAWFUL" (comes in 2 and animated variants)

"<-Ask me to see my frog->" (on the back of the shirt there's a single image of a Junktopia frog character) [Junktopia]

"My family destroyed the house a dozen times and all I got was this t-shirt" (The Devil and the Details)

"I'm Pissed About a FULLSTREAM Question, but the algorithm keeps turning it into content" (horrifying concept)

"Convict 42069 at the QUIPLASH comedy jail" (comes in XL, 2, and 3 variants)

matching "I'm with the faker ->" "<- I'm with the faker" couples t-shirts [Fakin' It]

"I went to place that was STRANGE and LARGE" [Blather 'Round]

"The MAD VERSE CITY robots destroyed my car and all I got was this t-shirt"

"My TEE K.O. design shirt was so bad they made me wear this instead" (possibly my favourite idea)

[museenkuss]

Tocade by Rochas? Nirvana Bourbon by Elizabeth and James? Whispers in the Library by Maison Martin Margiela? Lalique Le Parfum by Lalique? ✨💋🪞✨

Oh darling, thank you sm for these recommendations!!!!!! 💕💕💕💕 I’ve had the Lalique and MMM ones on my radar but nirvana bourbon is new to me and it sounds so nice! I think you’ve mentioned Tocade before & ever since I’ve been trying to hunt it down 👀 it sounds amazing & might be just what I need…

[allylikethecat]

loved the 2 updates this week especially ATKH when George finally asks Matty on a date. Hope that in Ducklings everyone who needs to know will find out soon why Matty has been so out of it and George hears the sonogram. As for the picture u shared with Matty’s beautiful black shirt shredded yeah he said he was sad about it because that was an Yves St Laurent shirt and those are$$$$. Have a great weekend and thx again for sharing your writing with us.

Ahhh thank you so much for reading!! I'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed both of this weeks updates!

I was so excited about the All the King's Horses update - because things are happening the slow burn is finally starting to reallllly catch on fire! Feelings were admitted to! I'm so excited for the date chapter you don't even KNOW.

Ducklings Fictional!Matty is really, truly going through it, unfortunately he hasn't actually hit rock bottom yet but don't worry, it's coming! I hope everyone likes Tuesday's chapter... ~things~ are going to happen lol

OMG that shirt was YSL?! I would have cried. I have a few YSL pieces and am obsessed with them - I've loved what Anthony Vaccarello has done since he took over as creative director.

I hope you are having a WONDERFUL Friday and that you also have the very best weekend!! Thank you so much again for reading and sending this ask!

❤️Ally

[mad-doodle-disease]

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[runawaycarouselhorse]

[spacedace]

Continuation/blurb/snippet from this writing prompt.

It took less than a week to get custody of the Fenton children.

Oswald expected that it wouldn’t take long with his connections, but even that turn around is faster than what he expected. He'd anticipated pulling strings, greasing palms, maybe making some threats, but before he can even think of getting things moving to do so the paperwork is signed and a social worker is calling him to sort out the travel arrangements for the kids.

It's all done local, the judge, CPS, the witnesses and lawyers, each and every one calling the town home. Each and every one pushing the case through at a speed that Oswald didn't think was possible even in the most crooked of situations. He smelled conspiracy, but not - surprisingly - a malicious one.

Amity wasn't the smallest place in the world, but it was small enough. And the Fentons were public figures, though not in the way that Jack and Maddie Fenton obviously thought they were. How long had the people of Amity been watching things go wrong for the kids? How long had they been trying - in their own, limited ability - to help? Long enough to get desperate, seemed to be the answer.

The only resistance Oswald can find as he reviewed all the information he could get ahold of, was from the Mayor - Jazz and Danny's godfather, somehow more crooked than even Gotham's elected officials as far as Oswald could tell - and the Dr's. Fenton themselves.

The Mayor was summarily denied any influence of the case by the judge on the grounds of the long standing and publicly recorded ugliness of Master's relationship with Danny - which was something else Oswald was going to have to figure out. Along with all the…ghost stuff.

Oswald wasn't sure what to make of the ghost stuff.

Honestly he was leaving it for his people to figure out and wrangle into a reasonable explanation to report to him later. It was…something, a big something, and not - as he'd originally suspected upon initial cursory research into the town - a tourist gimmick or an overly high meta population. A later problem, provided he had to co tend with it at all once the children were officially in his custody in Gotham.

The biggest issue had been the kid's parents. Or really, the biggest issue had been the shady government agency backing the kids' parents.

The Fentons were the Ghost Investigation Ward's pet mad scientists. Creating weapons and genocidal plans - against ghosts - and generally tormenting the towns' living inhabitants just as much as the undead ones. The GIW had been protecting Jack and Maddie from any repercussions of their recklessness, and were willing to butt in on an unexpected custody battle in order to keep their maniacal golden geese happily working away.

From what Oswald had heard, a representative of the GIW had shown up to convince the judge to dismiss the case, but the judge had been faster. By the time the men in all white appeared - garish and tacky in their ill fitted, bulky suits - it had been too late of course. The judge had apparently anticipated their impending appearance and had made their ruling and had everything filed tidily late the night before. Courts did not typically stay running til three in the morning, but apparently an exception had been made.

There were a great many things wrong with Amity Park - wrong in a lot of ways they were in Gotham, wrong in ways they weren't - but the people that called the place home seemed to have come to a decision on one thing: the Fenton children were not safe, and unknown or not they were trusting Oswald to get them out of there.

It was strange and a little overwhelming, for an entire population that did not know him to see him as some kind of hope. Some kind of hero.

There were many, many things wrong in Amity Park.

He tried to assure himself when everything was said and done and the kids were packed and on their way that it wasn't his problem. He was officially Jazz and Danny's guardian, in a city half a country away that even with his - nominally- cleaned up act he held a great deal of power over. He was nearly untouchable within Gotham's shadow, and no one from some half-mad town was going to be able to do anything to change that.

He made preparations though, just in case. He hadn’t gotten where he was by being stupid. The Bat could use something to chew on that wasn't one of Oswald's entirely legitimate business ventures anyway. An ethically suspect government agency that was likely to come sticking their noses in Gotham's business sooner than later would do just nicely for that, and might even earn him some kind of grace from Gotham's brooding knight without getting him in hot water with any of the city's criminal element.

All that was left at that point was actually meeting the kids in person.

His kids.

He ignored the strange, bittersweet ache that touched his heart at that. It was, after all, entirely a means of improving his reputation in the city. The kids mean an end. He'd take care of him the same he did all his people, but not any more than that.

It was just business.

If he reminded himself enough, it might even be true one day.

He suspected though, as he laid eyes on them for the first time - shadow eyed and leery, haunted in a way that ghosts couldn't manage and looking not much at all like Oswald outside the fear and the pain he did his best to forget from his own upbringing - that the point of not caring had been passed the minute he'd gotten that first call.

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Apologies if Penguin is out of character, all I know about him is what I vaguely remember from TAS, what I’ve absorbed from fandom and what I tried to put together from a wiki lol.

I did this instead of sleeping last night because I couldn’t get the initial idea out of my head (which slightly defeats the purpose of making it a writing prompt so that I could just read everyone else’s wonderful thoughts and writings on the idea instead of getting side tracked from my other writing projects - again lol - but oh well).

I don’t know if I’ll write anymore, and as with everything else I post this is open for anyone who is interested to run with.

Tag time!

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[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

i literally spend at least 2 hours a week just looking at various pictures of the terracotta army. utterly entranced. look at the details in the hair. you'd never see ANY of this when they're lined up in formation, but they're there.  

theres about 8000 of these guys down there, no two faces are alike. they're works of art. they're the manifestation of a cruel despot's delusions of grandeur. a talisman against the terrible inevitability of death, both pathetic and strangely pitiful. like watching a child clinging to his blanket, begging you not to turn off the light. they were a bunch of insignificant clay statues from a side chamber that was so small and unremarkable, no one bothered to write down the location. they were modelled after real people. their only purpose was to serve qin shi huang in the afterlife, so he could reign in heaven as he did on earth. now the emperor is just a ghost and his pawns are immortal. my dad and i visited them in the dead of winter, on a weekday, just so we wouldn't have to deal with tourists like us. the place had easily 500 people--not including the ones below ground. we traveled to xian via the old "green skin" diesel train. there are faster means, like highspeed rail but dad insisted i try the authentic way, the same way he would have traveled when he was my age it was also like, a quarter of the price but im sure that had nothing to do with it! back in the 80s carriages would get so packed people had to have their luggage passed in via the windows. as we chugged along, i read my book and my dad made us cup noodles. car is just a shortened version of "carriage", the word is the same but the mechanism is different. it's the same in chinese. i think if i told someone from the warring states period i could travel from the Kingdom of Qi to Qin in just four hours with my metal carriage, i'd be laughed out of town--or accused of being a spy and sentenced to 'death by carriage.' we hopped off the train at 4am and took a different "carriage." the taxi driver joked; "basically every dynasty put their capital in xian, stick a shovel anywhere and you'll turn up some national treasure or another." i wonder what it would have felt like to be a farmer digging a well and then out pops a remarkably realistic human head. statistical analysis show the soldier's faces bear a strong similarity to people living in the region today. the taxi stopped in front of a jewellery-hawking tourist trap and refused budge an inch until we went inside. did you know the terracotta soldiers were originally multi-coloured and painfully gaudy, just like the greek marbles? they were made assembly-line style. the arms and legs were made from the same workshops that made clay plumbing pipes and roof tiles. for quality control, the artisans were required to stamp their names. the workers who built these tombs were executed shortly afterwards, because only dead men can be trusted with secrets. qin shi huang's mausoleum is unlikely to be excavated in my father's lifetime, or mine, not unless i'm willing to take a BIG ONE for the team... instead of the tomb, they built some kind of qin shi huang-themed theme park next to it. not only was it tacky as hell the entrance fee was like $50. we went to the museum and i looked at bronze tools and pottery shards for three hours. look why can't we just crack the thing open i can't be the only one here whos dying from curiosity what if we all just took turns digging