In Terry Pratchett's Soul Music, a literal band of misfits accidentally introduces rock and roll to the Discworld. They call it "music with rocks in" because the drummer is a troll who bangs rocks together. The lead guitarist is a curly-haired bard named Imp y Celyn, a fantasy name in a gibberish language Terry Pratchett invented called Welsh, which roughly translates to "Bud of the Holly." He quickly adopts the stage name Buddy.
(I'm only 250 pages in, but the narrator has already mentioned "the day the music died," so Buddy might want to avoid airplanes (if such things exist on the Discworld))
The band that plays the music with rocks in, appropriately named the Band With Rocks In, has such hits as
Don't Tread On My New Blue Boots (Blue Suede Shoes, 1955)
Good Gracious, Miss Polly (Good Golly, Miss Molly, 1958)
Sto Helit Lace (Chantilly Lace, 1958)
They're clearly supposed to represent the early days of rock music, but they have the aesthetic and fans of 1970s punk rock mixed with 1980s glam rock; lots of sequins and glitter and leather and mohawks, and the philosphy that louder is better. The celibate wizards of Unseen University turned red in the face when they heard that some of the lady fans had started throwing their unmentionables onto the stage, which is a considerable feat when you remember the average fantasy costume has like 10 layers.
I'm interested to see where this goes.
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self affirmation if i finish translating this i can write porn
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Idk if I鈥檓 gonna join artfight BUT i am gonna try and update my fangan characters reference sheets so I can finally make a side blog for that
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okay so there were a ton of posts/fics about the hilarious "fuck/maryy/kill" Bruce Wayne & Justice League scenario (I read them all, amazing comedic timing y'all) but to me, the most hilarious scenario is the JL play fuck/marry/kill, Bruce's name comes up, and half of the people in the room in the know immediately turn bright red and refuse to keep playing and no one will explain why.
Hal: "...and I would fuck Bruce Wayne. No, I would kill him. Nah, actually I'd fuck him, who am I kidding."
Clark: choking on his coffee and rapidly turning an alarming shade of red
Diana: "An....interesting choice, of course."
J'onn: "Shall we play a different game?"
Hal: "Wait, what? that was the game, wasn't it?"
Ollie: "I'm with Hal, I'd fuck the shit out of Bruce. He's the easiest guy I know, it's not like it'll exactly be a hardship for him."
*every single person in the room turns to Batman, standing in the corner*
Clark: "Wow! I think I just heard someone drop an ice cream cone in Guatemala. Batman, I'll need a team up."
Ollie: "For ice cream?"
Diana, standing up and putting herself in between Bruce and Hal: "This sounds dire. I will also assist."
Clark, under his breath, one hand on Bruce's back: "It's not worth it. He's not worth it. Come on. Walk it off."
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Stun Gun.
The last comic may have inaccurately painted Quiver as having her shit together.
I can assure you this is not the case.
At least she got the right arrow this time.聽
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