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eastsidemags · 1 month

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Cosplay Karaoke 11

SING IT LOUD!

Cape Swoosh Productions and East Side Mags are coming back onstage with another volume of our world famous COSPLAY KARAOKE!!!

Come by and sing your cares away with us on April 13 from 7pm to 10pm.

Dig out that winter cosplay! Your summer cosplay! Don’t get dressed up at all! Rock your civvies! We don’t care as long as you’re dressed…and ready to SING YOUR HEART OUT!

Or just feel free to help hold the wall up and listen to come legendary vocalists! And by legendary we mean some of the best and worst we have to offer!

But there will also be unforgettable fun, music, prizes, and shenanigans galore! Plus, you'll have a chance to check out East Side's amazing comics and collectibles!

And there’s no admission so come by!

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gotham-fan-shit · 2 years

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Intel gone wrong

Pairing: Tim Drake x Vigilante!GN Reader

Request: can i ask for tim drake x vigilante reader? irs cool if not

Warnings: Brief allusion to drugs/drug dealing

Word Count: 613

A/N: i’m actually quite a big tim fan surprisingly. always willing to write something for my tj drake nation. had quite a bit of fun w this one so enjoy!!

Gotham City is dark, as it has always been. It is as though the macabre and melancholy gloom of its people have seeped into its very climate, perpetuating its weather with an atmosphere of a constant foggy grey. Dimly lit buildings, broken electrics and expensive skyscrapers illuminate its pitch black sky with flashes of light, casting brightness onto the odd alleyway, or building top. But the shadows are in abundance, and shrouded in shadow is how you and your boyfriend sit now, perched on the edge of some roof.

Tim is looking through binoculars, his sights fixated on some criminals, a product of the case you’re both working. His other hand is in yours, your fingers clasped tightly together. His brows are knitted together, his lips ever so slightly parted.

After a moment, the wind rustling his hair into a tousled mess, he shakes his head and brings the binoculars to his side. “Nothing’s happening. There’s no deal.” You frown, and take the binoculars from him, trying to get a view. His hand drops from yours as you take it to adjust the focus.

Sure enough, he’s right; nothing. A couple goons are scattered about, wandering around. But that’s typical of the city, and though the location and gang symbols appear correct, the deal you were told about doesn’t seem to be happening. “Batman's intel isn’t usually wrong,” you say. “Do you think it was a cover? A distraction from something bigger?” Tim shakes his head. “I doubt it. They’d aim for something larger as a distraction.” You hum in agreement.

The night air is cool and bitter, thick with the onset of the coming seasons and littered with pollution. You both check and recheck, but to no avail. The deal isn’t happening.

Eventually, you sit down properly, leaning back. “What should we do now?” Tim shrugs, then laughs, his head dropping slightly, covering his eyes with his hair. “I’m not sure. This doesn’t usually happen, much less when I’m on my own case.” You poke him. “Our case.” He holds his hands up in a mock surrender and mutters about your being correct. He joins you in sitting, and his arm finds its way on your shoulders, snaking across and resting his hand on your arm, pulling you close to him. He’s warm, much warmer than the city night. You lean into him and rest your head. You suppose you should inform Batman, maybe head back to the cave for a briefing. But being vigilantes and students often means the two of you don’t get moments like this together; not moments alone, where there’s no atmosphere of study or tension or work.

A siren wails in the distance. The wind makes audible swooshes as it whips around buildings and flutters under capes. You sit with Tim, with Red Robin, under stars that light pollution makes you unable to see. You nestle into the warmth of his chest, and silently celebrate a moment of intimacy that isn’t caused by some injury or illness. His cape his been pushed around you by the air, and you still note that it’s softer than it looks. Next week, there’ll be a villain to fight. Some poison to rapidly cure or a world to save. But that will be a problem for next week. For the future. Right now, all your problems seem to dissipate, and you stay content, letting the soft locks of Tim’s hair tickle your face and pretending that the breeze does not bite at your face, and that you are not cold. Coldness, again, is a problem for the future. You don’t need to think about that, not right now. Not right now.

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daily-rubbersoul-redux · 3 years

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😄 let Jacian be happy god dammit >:[

"Dude, what.... What are you doing???"

"Is it not clear, my dear Merridith? I am showing you the ropes! I mean, you... did mean to join me, correct?"

"I mean.... Yeah, but like... Why did you knock over a trashcan???"

Hm. It seemed that he would have to explain himself further.... Well no matter! All of his men deserved full transparency from him. "Well, that is simple! Because it is evil, Merridith. And that is what I am!" He dramatically swooshed his cape around himself. "I, Jacian Von Rittedel, strive to be the BEST evil rival the world has ever seen! I mean, sure, I do not currently HAVE anyone to actually rival, but.... That is no matter! It simply gives me more time to prepare, oho!~

Ah, but...." He steps down from the trashcan, setting it back upright and placing all of the spilled trash back within it. "We do not want an animal or child eating this and getting sick; That would not be evil, it would simply be mean. Not to mention that leaving this trash for someone else to pick up would be rude."

Merridith just stared at him. "I... You.... God you really are a nutcase.

.......Jacian uh... That's not a piece of trash."

Jacian Looked at her quizzically. "What ever do you mean?" He then actually looked at what he was holding. It was a squirrel. "Oh, why hello there little- AHH MY GOLDEN LOCKS! I KNEW USING HAZELNUT SCENTED HAIR PRODUCT WAS A BAD IDEA-" The squirrel was now attacking Jacian, trying to eat his hair. "MERRIDITH HELP-"

The girl rolled her eyes, walking over and plucking the squirrel off of him, letting it onto the ground where it proceeded to scamper off.

Jacian sprung back up, dusting himself off before placing his hand on his chest dramatically. "Thank you, my good lady. Wow, you are doing wonderfully at the whole 'loyal subordinate' thing!"

"Yeah, yeah whatever..." She averted her gaze, trying to look mad, but... It was clear she was smiling. I mean, how could she not? This guy was a total loon, but... He really was nice.

Jacian began laughing, in a very charming, singsongy way. Ah, this was good, it was great even! "Now then, come my loyal subordinate! Let us go engage in creating minor inconveniences and challenging those who seem worthy to duels!" He grabbed her arm, and ran off in a very dramatic way, nearly tripping on his slightly-too-long cape. Today, was a very good day for Jacian Von Rittedel.

#[white lily knight] jacian von rittedel #[put a bow on it] merridith beleza #BELEIVE ME I WANT TO GONZO #I LOVE HIM SO MUCH #HAPPY GOOFY MINOR ANTAGONIST MAN #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ;m;#that is my son #also theyre like in 6th grade so #that is why they look different lol

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atty-goldstein · 5 years

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Sweeney Todd was so good

Note: this is gonna be about the Sweeney Todd production in Manila

Spoilers beneath the cut

LEA SALONGA

The set is so cool and their main prop is a car which serves as the barber shop, a hiding place, meat grinder, and a literal car

The whole cast was great and their dictions were so clear despite the accents

For those who didn't know, Lea Salonga's brother, Gerard Salonga is also a famous conductor and musical director so he was doing that in this show too

Nyoy Volante's Pirelli was so fabulous and flamboyant and iconic. He had an iconic cape swoosh, a glittery purse, and he was in a skirt. even as he was dying he still had to do a last cape swoosh. What a legend.

They did this electricity and drilling sound when someone gets murdered

The Beadle's range is very impressive

Oh and they did this entire scene at the beginning where the cast shines flashlights on the audience, as if they were searching, then there's a phone ringing. The cast member takes out her phone and someone, Toby, I think brings out this box with a lock and demands she turn the phone off and put it in the box. Then they all turn to the audience and threateningly say, "ANYONE ELSE?" I love it

Judge Turpin flopping to lay facedown on the floor after getting murdered is a Big Mood

The Toby was so good. His acting in the end was so unsettling. Sure I knew it was gonna happen, but damn

Me, fighting the urge to stand when Sweeney asks for who wants to die : bold of you to assume I want to live

The way they showed how the victims get moved to the oven is like this: Sweeney kills them on the car, they step off and walk like a tired sleepless college student with a thesis due the next morning to this shack that represents the oven, they stand inside the shack as the lights inside change, Mrs. Lovett opens the shack, the person blankly hands her a pie, the cycle repeats

Sweeney does not kill the man who comes in with a young daughter. Aww.

The actress playing Johanna is the wife of the actor playing Pirelli

Lea sounds so different as Mrs. Lovett but still so brilliant, it just proves she had The Range

I was honestly a little nervous about what to expect with Jett’s Sweeney because I only knew him from a few of his songs with his band, so I was really pleasantly surprised

#sweeney todd #sweeney todd manila

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shaeeldera · 5 years

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“Masters of the Universe” 1987 part 3

Because I feel like whoever is reading this hasn’t suffered enough, here’s part 3!

- So when the baddies broke into the high school they beat the shit out of a janitor who was just there doing his job. 1) that’s hella rude, and 2) Kevin is now asking him what happened and the dude is like “you don’t wanna know.” He seems way too chill about getting beat up by what are essentially aliens.

- “I left my girlfriend in there!” Kevin tells the police while he tries to run into the high school to see if she’s still in there. Like Julie would’ve just stayed in the fucking burning building?

- Teela is already convinced He-Man and Julie are fucking.

- Gwildor stole a car. He called it “a primitive land boat”

- Skeletor is gently stroking Evil-Lyn’s face while she’s kneeling in front of him and it’s hella awkward

- “We fought with the Eternians, but were outnumbered.” Either this minion is lying or he can’t count because I’m pretty sure four is bigger than 3... I’m gonna go with he can’t count because he just looks like the type.

- Skeletor just straight up murdered one of his dudes for failing. That seems kinda counter-productive to his plan but whatever...

- Also, this cop guy investigating the high school fire and shit is super sketchy. I’m glad in the 80s they knew that cops were incompetent.

- Oh my god xD Eternian scanning technology is thrown off by a microwave. I love it!

- Yes, Kevin, fight Beast Man by throwing a dish towel at him. That’s effective.

- Evil-Lyn swooshes her cape like a properly dramatic bitch and I love it

- So Evil-Lyn put a collar on Kevin to have him tell the truth so she could figure out where the key was. But for some reason the baddies are also tearing up the house looking for it? Seems like a random dick move.

- How the heck did He-Man and friends not see the baddies’ plane that just took off from Julie’s yard while they were in the car at the end of the street?

- They’re so dramatic in their poses.

- Julie and He-Man are the only people so far that I’m actually convinced say “Gwildor” and not “Grildor”. Which is interesting because Dolph’s the only one with an accent to work around.

- The cop just pulled a gun on He-Man for, like, no reason. So, just like a cop...

- Why does Kevin somehow know how to use Gwildor’s invention better than he does?

- Also, I’m so sad because they’re having a throw-down in a music store and that’s just so many ruined instruments that it makes me sad.

- The budget of this movie was 22 Million and it all went into guitars for them to destroy

- Everyone has fucking guns. I just thought I should say something about it.

- “Sounds like you needed a woman’s touch out here” says Teela when she comes out to help He-Man and Man-at-Arms. Then she sassily says “Woman-at-Arms!” This is award-worthy dialogue.

- Julie just saw her mom, who is dead, outside. Her mom (who is dead) motioned for her to come outside and to be quiet about it. Julie decided that the best plan of action was to go outside to her mom - who is dead - because she totally didn’t just learn that magic and crazy shit are real, like, 20 minutes ago. Also, her mom is dead and should not be there.

- “I don’t believe it!” Why are you believing it!? Why are you so stupid!?

- Big surprise, it’s Evil-Lyn! Ya done fucked up, Julie.

- This cop is still trying to be an asshole and assert his authority even though there are bad guys with laser guns and shit. So... yeah, he’s a cop.

- Evil-Lyn’s metal bra does not look comfortable at all. Just pointing that out.

- Skeletor is now on Earth looking for He-Man. Just cruising slowly around town on a ship that has a throne on top. Cuz he’s fabulous.

#He-Man #Skeletor #Masters of the Universe #movie review

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howtohero · 6 years

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hey, hows life. i was hoping you would do something about clumsy superheroes.

Gosh I thought you’d never ask!

#131 Clumsy Superheroes

Are you constantly dropping vials of highly deadly viruses in highly public places? Are you -at any given point- approximately twenty seconds away from accidentally revealing your secret identity? Do you find yourself falling on your face more often than the average person? Then congratulations you might be a clumsy superhero! (And a burden on society!)

Clumsy superheroes are an interesting phenomenon because, logically, they shouldn’t even be a thing. If you’re especially prone to dropping things you have no business attempting to save babies from burning buildings. At the same time though, if you can shoot spikes from your mouth or have radioactive knuckles, while also being extremely klutzy you probably shouldn’t be unsupervised. So you need to get yourself onto a superhero team. (For advice on how to do that, because the odds are good that you’re not going to be admitted on your own merits, see here.)

Clumsy superheroes can do a lot more good as part of a team than they can operating as a solo hero. If you’re part of a team that means you can be utilized effectively in situations that play to your strengths. While if you were acting on your own, you’d have to deal with every crime and crisis on your own. And there are plenty of situations where a superpowered clumsy person is actually exactly what you need. Do you know how many times superheroes are faced with some sort of doomsday device or cursed board game that they need to destroy? All the gosh dang time. Sometimes these things are very difficult to break. Especially since there’s a gloating, tied up, supervillain cackling and gloating about it being impossible to break the whole time. Luckily, clumsy people can figure out how to break anything. Priceless heirlooms, expensive dishes, even a dirty bomb that’s the size of a small town.

I’d also recommend bringing along a clumsy superhero if you’re going to explore an old castle, or a new castle that’s been built in the style of old castles. Clumsy superheroes are often prone to tripping and catching themselves on nearby walls, meaning they’re 80% more likely to accidentally discover a secret passageway then the average, poised and composed, superhero. This makes them an invaluable asset when raiding supervillain lairs or searching for hidden treasure.

Clumsy superheroes can also be useful, in fact I’d even go as far as to say intrinsic, to stealth missions. No, we’re not tripping, no you’re eyes are not deceiving you. It’s true. Klutzes are great to have on stealth missions. As we all know, 80% of what makes for a successful stealth mission is misdirection and if you’ve got a stumblebum in your squad that’s basically assured. Just make sure you split up from them once you infiltrate the lair. I guarantee you that the last thing a mad scientist wants to hear is a bunch of glass shattering followed by a “whoops, my bad.” They’re definitely going to check that out. Leaving you free and clear to then make off with the plans for the “Thunder Clap Cannon Kazoo” or the “Hyper-Velocity Merry Go Round of Death Despair.” (Just make sure there are no teleporter scramblers in the lair, otherwise your resident butterfingers is going to get captured and/or killed.)

So while clumsy superheroes can be an asset for superhero teams, if you’re a team leader looking to recruit one there are some precautions that you’ll need to take. For example, you’re going to need to widen all of the doorways in your headquarters by a substantial amount. Hopefully if all your doorways are wide enough you’ll be able to cut down on the amount of times these chumps are stubbing their toes and thus, unable to partake in missions. (Some of them will still manage of course. Eventually you’re just going to be better off replacing their feet with cybernetic implants that can’t feel pain.) You’re also going to need to get them a life-proof case for their communicators. Yes, I know that your communicators are already designed to work in the middle of volcanoes, under water, and in the vacuum of space, but I am telling you now, that is not going to be enough. They’re still going to find a way to short it out by spilling milk on it one too many times. (Even the greatest and most durable technological marvels can survive having milk spilled on them only so many times.) You’re going to essentially need to baby-proof any common areas. Replace all your tables with round ones to minimize corner-related injuries. Maybe put a child-proof lock on any rooms containing dangerous items or substances. (The lab, the evidence locker, that one room that’s just filled with monster skulls, the armory, etc.)

Clumsy superheroes also need specially designed costumes to combat their accident-prone nature. Clumsy hero costumes should be heavily padded and armored to mitigate the risk of a hero injuring themselves during a fall. At the same time though they should’t be too heavily armored because that’s just going to cause them to fall over more. There’s definitely a learning curve here but eventually you’ll find that sweet spot between too much and not enough armor. A clumsy superhero’s armor should also contain things like:

Inflatable airbags (or a full-size deployable mattress).

A retractable sneeze guard.

Extra robotic appendages to limit the amount of stuff these people actually need to hold in their own two, untrustworthy hands.

Vacuums and a container in order to suck up any hazardous gasses or liquids that they accidentally release.

Some kind of glue-gun to perform hasty repairs.

A microphone system in their helmet that automatically mutes any utterance of anybody’s secret identity. (For times when you really want to dramatically reveal your secret identity, you’ll just have to take off the helmet.) (Also, ideally, the helmet’s sound system should automatically block out any instances of other people making fun of their clumsiness. For morale.)

A proximity alert system to prevent them from accidental bumping into people or straight up hitting random bystanders in the middle of a fight.

Heavy boots with good grip and traction.

Lots of pouches with zippers. Zippered pockets and pouches make it a lot harder for these guys to lose things. These can also act as an early warning sign. Anytime you see a hero with lots of pouches on their costume just know that these people are actually bumbling buffoons.

No sharp edges!

Definitely no capes! I know we’ve mentioned it before but now more than ever we need to stress that under no circumstances should these particular superheroes be wearing capes. That’s just asking for trouble. They trip over their two feet! I once saw someone claim that they tripped and fell because the air was too thick. Can you imagine the catastrophes that would unfold if these people were wearing large garments that swooshed about freely! People could die!

While clumsy superheroes might find it a bit more difficult to productively fight crime and help people, when used properly, and with the proper precautions in place, they can be just as, if not more, useful than any other superhero out there.

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why-things-go-boom · 2 years

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God, I wish there were more radio drama versions of comics and not like in the audiobook way.

Like Cape Swoosh Productions has a really good version of The Long Halloween & the person who voices Joker in their productions is amazing. There's a few others too, but they are by far my favorites.

#hela speaks #i do like summarizes of stories & comics (comicstorian and redpanda) but man it is so much better in audio drama/podcast form

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clownfuckery · 6 years

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A Monster for a Mate - Chapter 1

PENNYWISE X OC

Table of Contents (in progress)

Prologue

A/N: Let’s find out a little about our OC, shall we? -----

Reminiscing

May, 2016

So, where does this story begin?

Some would say in September of 1989, when a wounded It went deep into the earth to heal, sleep… and to plot. Some would say it begins when It awoke once more, in the summer of 2015 to feed upon Its game. There are those who say it begins upon my own awakening, nine years prior in the fall of 2008. Others would argue that it begins on the day I met Pennywise the Clown. And then there are those who go off the deep end, who begin to rant about how Pennywise was doomed the moment Its opposing force, some great big Turtle floating in space, choked on a couple of galaxies. But all I know, all I remember, are the ramblings of some madman dressed in a crisp black suit. He spoke as if from far away, spinning a tall tale of how the balance of some cosmic, mythological structure in the blackness behind the universe hung by the guardians of the beams. He talked of how they all needed to come down. It all seemed ludicrous then, but now I know that he spoke as though I would somehow come to play a part in it all. Perhaps his words held no real meaning, perhaps they were simply the disjointed, incoherent, and angry mumbo jumbo of some space lunatic.

But now I know he spoke of It, and the one certainty which came to pass years later. And now, in these short, few months in which I fell under the spell of Pennywise’s guises and floated in the deadlights that danced in his eyes, I grew to understand him. To like him, need him. Love him? Maybe. Yes, maybe that too.

“Shh, there there,” I whisper as I place the small, warm bundle in the nest. A sound that is both a sigh and a chuckle escapes my lips as the bundle stirs and begins to whine, then quiets and goes still. Part of me wants her to wake just so I can look into her eyes and fall in love all over again with those two, shining yellow embers. Instead, my hand reaches out and I smooth back the red wisps of hair that stubbornly stick out around her head.

Just then, the fear strikes me. It is a primeval cold that seeps into my bones and makes me stiff with dread. The fear is not my own, and I cannot truly rationalize it, but it still leaves me paralyzed, and against my nature, I fear my own mortality.

“They’re coming” the voice behind me says. I turn to find Pennywise entering the nest. He collapses in my arms, and I try my best to soothe that fear, that white silver pain that leaves him blind and terrified.

“They can’t kill you” I say, wrapping my entire body around him. “You can be hurt, threatened, cornered. But never killed. You’re the Eternal, the Eater of Worlds”

He shudders, and my embrace tightens.

“Do you hear me?” I say forcefully, pulling back to look him in the face. He nods frantically, trying his best to smile and look composed, but I see the desperation in his eyes. They’re bloodshot, and the black kohl around his eyes is glistening with tears.

“I called for them. I sent them my calling card in blood. And when they get here I will kill them all! I will cast them, shrieking and insane into the deadlights. And then…”

“…we will feast” we say together “and doze for a while”

He presses his lips to mine, and as I taste the sweetness of his mouth, I feel his lips tremble. The words of that man in black come to mind once more, and I can’t help but think that the ka-tet of six who were once seven are agents of that man. Or perhaps… I was.

“The portal must remain open” were the last words he had said before he disappeared into the bustle of Main Street, leaving me stranded in a town I did not know.

So, where does this story begin?

The Opera

October, 2015

Masquerade!  Paper faces on parade  Masquerade!  Hide your face  So the world will never find you… I stood behind the curtain and watched in fascination as the performers followed the choreography to perfection. I looked out to the audience, and my eyes scanned over the throngs of black hoods that lined the aisles, invisible to all, save for me. Instinctively, even after years of having those dark guardians as my constant companions, I still looked around me to see if any had noticed. I caught a glimpse of my costar Michael O’Hare getting into position to burst into the scene at his cue. The makeup artist was adjusting the mask that covered half his face, and he was wrapping the cloak around him in just the right place that would allow him to create the Phantom’s signature swoosh of the cape. I turned back to the stage and watched as another fellow performer, Jeremy Hammell, who stood on stilts and wearing a big ruffled onesie, sprinted to the front of the stage, where he did a tip-toeing number as the rest of the ensemble brought the second act into full gear.

Eye of gold…  Thigh of blue…  True is false…  Who is who?  Curl of lip…  Swirl of gown…  Ace of hearts…  Face of clown…

“Faces… drink it in, drink it up, till you’ve drowned in the light…” I hummed along quietly as I watched him prance around the stage, the exact image of that character from my childhood I held dear. As he finished his small number and retreated to the back he flashed me a wink, and I returned it with a thumbs-up. I knew he would agree, he had no choice in the matter.

“Oh come on Jeremy! Do it for me” I had whined in rehearsals, batting my eyelashes like an exaggerated coquette.

“Fine fine, don’t get your panties in a wad” he said, taking the folded paper which bore the somewhat grainy and low-quality picture I had printed out “what’s the deal with this clown anyway?”

“He was my favorite growing up! You know, my mom even drove five hours just so I could see him at a fair in Buenos Aires. I watched his…”

“You watched his show every freaking day, yeah you told me that. Creepy looking bozo, probably some pedophile or a drunkie. You owe me dinner” he retorted, handing the picture to Gladys, one of the makeup artists.

“You’re the best!” I squealed, kissing him on the cheek and rushing out of the trailer to get fitted.

I was brought back to the present when I felt someone come stand next to me, take my hand, and wrap it around his arm.

“Now look like you really love me” quipped Conor Fontaine, my costar who played Raoul. He was tall and unbelievably handsome. A perfect poster boy with his long blond hair and piercing blue eyes; and yet it was Michael, with his rugged looks and unapologetic humor into whose hotel room I snuck in at night.

“Scarlett, Conor… off you go” signaled the stage master.

“I will never get used to your stage name” Conor laughed and we waltzed back into the scene.

The production had been a roaring success. Thirty cities, one hundred and fifty shows, sold out theaters across the country, Canada, and Mexico. But on that night, on the last show of the Phantom’s North American tour, the energy was electrifying. As much as I was a creature of control and poise, I allowed myself for once to become lost in the magic of it all. The lights, the colors, the rousing music of the orchestra. In my eyes, Michael truly became the Phantom, Conor was Raoul, and Jeremy was Pizarrín, the clown who had delighted my afternoons as a child.

Have you gorged yourself  At last in your lust for blood?  Am I now to be prey  To your lust for flesh?

My voice cracked with rage and horror as I confronted the monster. I could feel more than hear the held breaths from the audience. The throngs of black hoods that lined the aisles however, remained motionless.

I kissed the monster then, and I could feel the prosthetics that covered half of Michael’s face tickle my lip. The kiss was intense, passionate, and as he returned the fervor, I wrapped my hands around his neck. The audience burst into raucous applause. A few moments later, there were tears in the audience and from fellow cast members watching from behind the curtain as I sailed away with another, leaving the monster to crumble in the depths.

The curtain fell.

One by one the cast walked onstage to receive their accolades. When Michael and I walked hand in hand, we received a standing ovation. The cheering and applause were deafening. The black hoods finally raised their heads and at once, they joined in the applause. I blew a kiss, and even though to the eyes of all I was reciprocating the love from the spectators, I was in truth acknowledging my father, who stood just behind the orchestra. From his black cloak he retrieved a single red rose tied with black ribbon, and he tossed it at the stage. It landed at my feet, and I picked it up, took a long whiff of its fragrance and walked backstage.

The curtain fell again.

Daddy Issues

I listened to the sound of Michael breathing. His left arm was wrapped around my waist and his naked body was pressed behind me. His breathing, still shallow and coming in pants, was beginning to slow down and deepen. A minute or two more, and he would be fast asleep.

It was almost a science of sorts. You learn to predict the post-coitus patterns of a man after a few times underneath him. For Michael, I had his pattern down to a tee after Washington D.C. We had begun to sneak into each other’s hotel rooms and dressing rooms at Atlanta. From casting and rehearsals, there had been this energy between us. No, not actor’s chemistry, but an electricity that sparked and crackled the moment we touched hands and began to go through the early stages of learning the choreography. We sang as we rehearsed, and I could feel his eyes burn into mine, not in that beguiling, deceitful way typical of a performer of his status, but his eyes danced. They were a bright, open shade of blue, and yet behind the frankness of their depths, I could see the storm brewing within. It was dark, and full of lighting and thunder.

Soon after the production left its home in the Majestic, our hands began to do the talking. Flowers in my dressing room, embraces held a few moments longer, tighter and constricting. That electricity soon made its way onto the stage, and it echoed in the reviews that followed the Phantom after it packed and made its way onto the next city. “The passion and the aura ooze from the wooden beams of the stage, flow past the pipes and strings of the orchestra, and intoxicate all that sit in the plush red seats of the opera house” Steve Connelly from the New York Times had written.

I let out a small giggle and I felt Michael shift behind me. His breathing was now coming in long, deep inhales, and he turned onto his back. He was asleep. I stole a glance at him, and I slunk off the bed. Upon emerging from the bathroom, I quickly gathered my undergarments from the floor, then the red beaded Versace dress I had worn to the after party. I slid on my pumps and turned back to the bed. I watched Michael sleep, taking in the way his black hair covered half his face, almost Phantom-like. His broad chest rose and fell, and my eyes ran over the thin line of hair that traveled from his chest, down his stomach, and disappeared under the sheet that draped over the bottom half of his body. He was an excellent lover, perhaps one of the best I’d had, but that wasn’t saying much. He mattered to me no more than my next meal. I would not see him again until the international tour kicked off in four months, and most likely by then, there would be a new toy to play with.

I placed a gentle kiss on the one cheek that was exposed and headed for the door. As I passed the sitting room, I gulped down the remaining wine from the bottle at the table, grabbed my wristlet from the couch, and left.

Upon exiting the elevators and crossing the lobby, I took notice of the striking man in the black and red suit waiting by the doors. He twirled his cane in what I knew was exasperation and impatience.

“Were you really going to stand there till I came out? What if I decided to stay the night for once, dad?”

“Ha! You never do” he snorted, wrapping an arm around me and guiding me out to the black SUV with tainted windows that waited. A black hood disguised as a valet attendant held the door open.

“There’s bound to be lots of attention at the Ritz” he said as the SUV took off into the brightly lit streets of Los Angeles.

“Why would you do that? What if I wanted to be alone for once?” I groaned, looking out aimlessly toward the city lights. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his head snap toward me so fast, he might have broken a bone or two if he were human.

“On your night of triumph?! What’s come over you? You wanted this”

I didn’t answer, pretending to be enthralled by the darkened windows of buildings and small shops. There was a mural that depicted the struggles of Mexican immigrants in the narrow and over-populated streets of downtown LA.

“I sent flowers to Katherine” I said after a while “you nearly killed her”

“Oh come on, since when you do you feel any remorse? You wanted this” he repeated, and this time, his voice dropped a few notches, turning raspy and dry, almost like a growl. He was twirling his cane again, and I watched his fingers run over the handle made out of solid gold and carved into the image of a serpent. Or was it a dragon?

“I didn’t mean it when I said it. If anything, you could have just…” what could he have done? Make her catch a really bad case of tuberculosis and make her miss the production, only to return after convalescing, thus leaving me in the sidelines again to play poor old Meg Giry as I was originally cast? Or maybe…

“Given her throat cancer?!” he laughed, loud and boisterous, slapping the shoulder of the black hood sitting on the passenger seat. He and the other sitting at the wheel laughed along.

“With only a month before rehearsals? How would you have done it, Lus?” the one driving asked through his laughter, looking at me through the rearview mirror with his bright, red eyes. I made a face at him.

My dad scoffed. “Say what you will, that human part of you will always infuriate me. You take what you want, with no thought to the cost. Do you understand me?” he asked, taking my hand. I nodded.

“Yes, dad”

The SUV was now turning into the circular driveway of the Ritz Carlton. “Good. Now, get out there, and bask in the glory you deserve”

The black hoods at the front transformed into men in suits as we drove into the chaos of paparazzi and fans. The black hoods stepped out, with one going to control the crowd, and the other to open the door of the car. Right before I stepped out, I turned to my father once more.

“I will be going back to Vermont tomorrow and there is something you WILL do for me” I snapped at him and then exited the vehicle.

I smiled my way through the crowd, signing pictures of Michael and I as the Phantom and Christine, pictures of me alone on the stage belting out “Think of Me”, and editorial photographs. I took selfies, shook hands, gave hugs, and tried my damned hardest not to squint at the binding flashes of the photographers. My father stood directly behind me, invisible to all, and yet with the smuggest smile upon his face. If there was something the daughter of the Great Orchestrator of all evil could boast of, it was of a doting, proud, overprotective father.

“Whatever it is, I won’t do it. I know where you’re going with this” he retorted as I finally made it inside and the elevator doors closed. He said it with such rigidity, and yet his voice sounded already defeated.

“Yes, you will” I smiled, taking off my pumps.

“I will not leave you unprotected”

The elevator dinged, and we exited into the Presidential Suite.

“Unprotected?!” I laughed, walking into the bedroom. The black hood who kept watch over me stepped out of the closet and transformed into his usual façade. “And just who do I need protection from? Nosferatu?!” I said with obvious sarcasm, pointing to my guardian. He sucked in a breath in mock offense.

“Sorry Nos” I said to him. He only chuckled, exactly like my favorite monster, and waved his long, spidery hands at me.

“There are things you do not understand” my father nearly shouted “things you will never be able to even begin to comprehend, because of that cursed human nature you carry. You’re limited, and as much as you are my daughter, and an Untouchable, you are still at risk…”

“Aww, am I really so-”  Important  “-precious to you?” I cooed, stepping towards him and placing a hand on his arm.

“Don’t try to flirt with me, I’m not one of your toys” he said, shaking me off. My tone softened even more.

“All I ask is ten days. No you, no black hoods, no guardians. I need some space”

“You wish to be rid of me, Lus?” Nosferatu gasped, clutching his chest, pretending to be deeply wounded. I chuckled and walked to him, wrapping my arms around him. He returned the embrace and placed his cheek upon my head. Nosferatu had been with me since my eighth birthday, never leaving my side. I had convinced him to change his appearance into the classic vampire, and had remained my closest friend ever since.

“I think the precious princess needs a vacation. You’re tired, aren’t you?” Nos said softly, gently holding my chin and cooing at me. I nodded and stuck my bottom lip out like a little child.

“Enough!” barked my father, sickened at the childish sight. Nosferatu looked at me and shrugged.

“Killer of joy” I murmured under my breath, but Nos wouldn’t dare react, biting his lips to keep from laughing.

My father sighed. The cane twirled again. He had lost this battle the moment I had stepped out of the car.

“You will not leave Vermont. Ten days” he said with finality. I squealed and I hugged him tight. He only rubbed my shoulders twice and stepped back. Physical contact was something he always shied away from, especially from me. I never understood why. He showed his affection in much “practical ways,” as he put it.

The Man in Black

I landed in Vermont to no fanfare, having left it behind in the chaos of L.A. My white Range Rover was waiting for me at the parking garage when I exited Morrisville-Stowe Airport. The car was unlocked, and the keys were in the ignition. No black hood in sight. With my bags secured in the trunk, I now drove down Route 100, past the lower village and the tourist area, into the residential area of the mountains. Getting off the main road and taking the narrow streets into the wooded area, I soon reached the one-lane that diverted into the long driveway lined with pine trees, and I stopped at the wooden gates lined with black ironwork. The gates beeped and whirred as they opened, and I was home. I had changed the name of the property from Black Mountain Villa to Haven Estate upon my purchase of it nearly three years ago. The majestic stone mansion rested on top of a hill, the crowning glory of the thirty acres that surrounded it, mostly hidden by pines and evergreens.

I opened my luggage and threw my clothes on the bed as I made the necessary phone calls. My adoptive parents were first, and it took enough convincing to keep them from getting into the next plane. I lied, saying I was going to New Zealand on vacation. My brother and sister were next, and the same lie kept them away. Friends were kept at bay by simple text, and the messages sent by Michael, asking where I was and if we could meet up, went ignored. The last call I placed was to the housekeeper. She had been to the house just the day prior, she said, and had stocked up the fridge. She offered to come in, but I told her I’d be away, and instructed her to return with the cleaning crew in ten days. With hesitance, she relented.

I walked down the winding staircase and entered the butler’s pantry to grab a beer from the bar when I suddenly stopped in my tracks. The fridge was open. As I closed it, I turned to the sound of a crown cork popping open, followed by a sigh of contentment and whistling coming from the balcony adjacent to the kitchen.

My blood boiled as I sprinted past the kitchen and burst into the balcony.

“You lying, deceitful snake! How could…”

My accusation died in my throat as I took in the man sitting on my armchair. His wavy, black hair was perfectly combed back, his black suit was perfectly pressed, and his blue eyes looked at me with amusement.

“…you” I breathed.

He smiled and nodded. I hadn’t seen the Man in Black in years, not since the day of my Awakening. It had been my 21st birthday, the day I had been officially recognized as my father’s daughter, the last descendant of the Nephilim.

“Forgive me for making myself at home, we don’t have beer this good where I come from” he said, taking a long chug of my Stella Artois.

“What are you doing here?” I said, snapping out of my shock.

“Oh, you know me, I’m just a walkin’ dude, passin’ thru” he said in his distinct drawl. He looked me up and down. “You look good. Healthy. Prosperous. Congratulations on the play. You got what you wanted”

He threw an open newspaper on the table. I picked it up and groaned when I saw a picture of me performing two nights ago with the title: “The Best Christine Daae since Sarah Brightman?”

“The most angelic voice to ever caress the walls of the Shrine Auditorium” the Man in Black quoted from the paper. “I don’t know where the Shrine Auditorium is, but it sounds like some pretty big stuff. Daddy must be proud” he winked and took another long drink. I shifted on my feet and crossed my arms. He wasn’t praising me, he was judging me.

“If you’re passing through, you must be going somewhere” I said.

“Indeed I am” he said, standing. He walked up to me, tilting the beer bottle back and taking another long chug. “Just left New York City. Looking for a boy named Jake. Got a couple of questions for him. Figured I’d stop by and check in on you. See how you’re holding up”

“Well, you seem to know everything there is to know. Save you a trip up here”

“Oh, but I did need to come here. Last time, when we met, you had quite a few questions, don’t you remember?”

I looked away. I remembered quite vividly. I had hounded him with the million questions that gnawed at me from childhood. He had sat down on the pool chair at my parent’s house, hidden in darkness as I sneaked out of my room to meet him. Of all the characters who had called on me on the day of my Awakening, the Man in Black, or Walter Padick as he had called himself, was the one that had stuck most prominently in my memory. A sorcerer from another dimension, he had talked of parallel words in six different universes. He talked of recreating them all in the image of a great King, and spoke of ways to access these worlds through portals to a place he called Mid-World, with some of these portals being on Earth. When I asked him to take me there, he simply looked at me with a hint of disdain and regret, saying I was “too old to be of any use there”

“You left me with more questions than answers” I now said accusingly.

“Some of your questions didn’t need answering” he replied.

“They do” I said, looking him dead in the eye.

“Ah, the big one” he exclaimed, placing his arms out and turning dramatically “why are the Ancients relegated to Earth? You know, you keep asking those kinds of questions, one day they’re going to get you hurt”

“I need to know”

“You have everything you need to know. You already know of the places on Earth where your daddy’s kind is not permitted to go”

My eyes widened. Father had always boasted of Earth having been his domain from the moment of his exile. He claimed every square inch as his own.

“Oh, he hasn’t told you!” he exclaimed “you’ll have lots to talk about when he gets here. Probably in no less than twenty-four hours, if you’re lucky. Black hoods are probably flying on swift wings as we speak”

I didn’t respond. I knew he was right. There was no way my father would let me out of his sight for too long. Even at the age of twenty-six, I still felt like a repressed little girl. More so now, standing before that great traveler, seeing his sympathetic gaze, no doubt thinking that I was a pitiful child.

“You know, there is a place you can go where he can’t find you” he whispered after a short, unsettling silence.

I looked up at him confused. “A portal?”

“Of sorts. It’s the only place where you can disappear without having to step off-world”

“Where?” I asked.

“A little town in Maine, called Derry. The place itself is nothing out of the ordinary, small and industrial but it is a direct link to my world. You can stay there and hide for a few days. It’s the only city in the Keystone World where your daddy and his minions are forbidden from entering”

“Hmm” I mused. I wanted to say no, but the prospect of being away from the ceaseless watch of black hoods was nearly irresistible.

“How do I know you’re not tricking me into something?”

“And risk daddy’s wrath? Now why would I? The ol’ serpent may be banished, but he sure as hell ain’t one to trifle with. I promise, you just stay for a few days and come back in one piece. I am the only one permitted to use that passage so you’ll be safe. He’ll forgive you for dropping off his radar, like he always does”

I watched him. His face was serious. He drank the rest of the beer, and placed the empty bottle in the waste bin.

Derry, Maine.

“I’ll go” I said.

End of Chapter 1

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In which Mari watches DoC

So. @jjillekkot very kindly offered to watch the Dirge of Cerberus cutscene movie with me since I said I would like to do it (I originally intended to buy the game but Amazon fucked up with the delivery date and I never got it – and boy, am I happy with this. Saved money).

And let me say that having someone who somehow can see sense in this game was a blessing, because I did stop the video for a couple of times to ask for directions. I mean, we were both exchanging silly comments during the thing (more about that below) but I honestly needed guidance as in “THE FUCK? WHAT IS HAPPENING? Are these all ghosts, all memories, am I on drugs?”

(Was the entire production team on drugs, maybe?)

I’d like to say I feel more enlightened but truth is I feel more confused. The FFVII roleplayers and articles on the game / Chaos / Omega I found online and so on are much better at articulating whatever the message of the game was. So kudos to you, FFVII fandom – you rock. Despite the canon source material. Much like the XV fandom these days. :D

And just because I couldn’t contain myself, here’s a list of the odd notes I took during my watching sessions:

“THE TIME HAS COME TO LIP SYNCH FOR YOUR LIFE TO CLEANSE THIS WORLD”

Vincent’s voice so fucking deep. I kept expecting him go ‘I’m Batman’ at one point but sadly it never happened. :(

“Why is Vincent fighting people from Tron Legacy?”

The cape swooshing. OMG, so much cape swooshing. I knew this trope would fit him, haha.

Reeve is totally RDJ and his voice is to die for. Also, his @_@ face when he ‘dies’ the first time? Amazing.

Shalua? Shelke? Who names these people? They sound like a bad Brazilian country duo, srsly.

“Why are there lightsabers?”

“How's your head?” Never had any complaints.

Galian looks like the lovechild of Beast and Storm. I mean. Good to see he’s not a purple pixel but he’s not really IMPROVED, right?

…These split ends. They wouldn’t bother me so much if Vincent wasn’t a L’Oreal model in CG scenes and then reverted to that thing in the remaining animations.

TIFA! BARRET! CLOUD! Whoa Cloud actually talks a lot on the phone. I expected awkward silence only from a conversation with the top 2 silent protagonists.

Cid's motivational speech. Please let Cid do all the motivational speeches forever. It was one of the best things, really.

Having a blue color palette is obviously helpful, look at Azul with all these crazy forms – taking a page from Seymour’s book, are we SE?

Hojo’s voice??? WTF??? I mean, anime villain at BEST? I swear he sounded like a monkey when he laughed sometimes.

And on the same note, Shelke’s voice was so. Dull. I don’t know what they were trying to get at, because the voice actress is actually the same for Ashe in FFXII and Aranea in FFXV so she’s fucking great?

Vincent definitively has a problem with planes. Almost EVERY plane attacked him.

Yuffie is a gem, guh. <3

Minds surviving in the internet = bad. Sci-fi tells us so since Neuromancer.

GACKT. It’s so strange to be a fan of the bands/musicians prior to getting to the things they did their songs for. XD

All in all, it was a mostly dull and unsurprisingly confusing experience and I’d recommend it to no one, but hey. Great GACKT song at the end plus the thing at the secret ending. Really, I remember when “REDEMPTION” came out and I was like ‘ooooh man this is the stuff I dig’. Might I suggest “Ghost” and “Kugutsu ga Gotoku” while we’re at it? Awesome, both of them.

#ooc!#so I get xp for watching #but I feel like I undertook this srsly boring sidequest to get there #but hey #come enlighten me #or trashtalk it with me

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eastsidemags · 4 months

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Cosplay Karaoke 10

Did someone say ENCORE?

Cape Swoosh Productions and East Side Mags are coming back onstage with another volume of our world famous COSPLAY KARAOKE!!!

Come by and sing your cares away with us on February 17 from 7pm to 10pm.

Dig out that winter cosplay! Your summer cosplay! Don’t get dressed up at all! Rock your civvies! We don’t care as long as you’re dressed…and ready to SING YOUR HEART OUT!

Or just feel free to help hold the wall up and listen to come legendary vocalists! And by legendary we mean some of the best and worst we have to offer!

But there will also be unforgettable fun, music, prizes, and shenanigans galore! Plus, you'll have a chance to check out East Side's amazing comics and collectibles!

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Cosplay Karaoke 9

Face it, Tiger. You just hit the cosplay karaoke jACKPOT!

Cape Swoosh Productions and East Side Mags are back, back again! It’s time for to kick off 2024 in style with another volume of our world famous COSPLAY KARAOKE!!!

Come by and sing your cares away with us on January 13 from 7pm to 10pm.

Dig out that winter cosplay! Your summer cosplay! Don’t get dressed up at all! Rock your civvies! We don’t care as long as you’re dressed…and ready to SING YOUR HEART OUT!

Or just feel free to help hold the wall up and listen to come legendary vocalists! And by legendary we mean some of the best and worst we have to offer!

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Cosplay Karaoke 8

Still here by POPULAR DEMAND!

Cape Swoosh Productions and East Side Mags are back again! Here we go!

Come by and sing your cares away with us on July 15 from 7pm to 10pm.

Dress in your finest (or sloppiest) cosplay (or just some nerdy ensemble or just come as you are). Come by and sing some tunes or just hang out and listen to some of the finest (or worst) singers this side of Toronto (get it?)!

There will be fun, music, prizes, and shenanigans galore! Plus, you'll have a chance to check out East Side's amazing comics and collectibles!

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The Return of COSPLAY KARAOKE

Back by POPULAR DEMAND!

Cape Swoosh Productions and East Side Mags are dusting off the microphones and karaoke gear. You said you wanted to “get back to normal”? WTF is normal anyway? We thrive on the strange and weird and we love it!

Come by and sing your cares away with us on May 13 from 7pm to 10pm.

There will be fun, music, prizes, and shenanigans galore! Plus, you'll have a chance to check out East Side's amazing comics and collectibles!

We can’t tell you how excited we are to bring this awesome event back to the ESM hall!

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