#succ fest

[troutdraw]

drew something for @succfest prompt 20: ““louder for the ones in the back” !

featuring the people who willingly work for Logan Roy lmao

[your-ace-cousin-clover]

Matthew Macfadyen: The No 1 Tomgreg Shipper <3

TW Flashing Lights

Shoutout to a few people for this:

@feuillytheflorist for helping me choose the song, @twofacedcalf @titanedirjuliaducournau @grassycheesecake for their posts <33

For @succfest prompt 10: Free Space On The Bingo

[raskolni-kin]

for @succfest prompt #7 (ig?)

succession season 3 as renaissance works

king lear - william shakespeare / the baptism of christ - verrocchio and leonardo da vinci / pietá - michelangeo / macbeth - william shakespeare / the fall and explusion from garden of eden - michelangelo / hamlet - william shakespeare / kiss of judas - giotto / othello - william shakespeare

[hermajestythespinach]

A little holiday cheer for this sad show!

Show: Succession

Song: All I Want For Christmas- Mariah Carey

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[somewhatvaguely]

Succ Fest Prompt #3: Hot Topic (Hot Topic Greg). When I see a prompt like this I am legally obligated to do it.

RIP his right arm, idk what happened to it. I had so much fun with his stoner tats though. If he'd had more arm space I'd also add like a flash UFO and a Rick & Morty one, cause he certainly watches that show. @succfest

[feuillytheflorist]

mayhaps succfest is the time for my to drop a little snippet of my titanic au that will one day exist? or, once again, i am putting tom on a ship bc that man just needs to be on the sea, i can't explain it.

prompt 14: in another time, in another life @succfest ,my beloved

for those in peril on the sea

It is so strange, Tom thinks, glancing up at the night sky, that it is such a beautiful night and the world is ending around him. The flares in the sky are surely the Book of Revelation coming true, the great creaking and moaning of the ship are the Leviathan chewing through steel and iron, to come and swallow them all for their hubris, for daring to claim the ship unsinkable.

He is starting to shiver in his woollen coat and dress slacks. He hadn’t prepared properly to be out this late at night, when he and Greg had been running around avoiding the staff and Logan’s minions, and though he keeps his hands jammed in his pockets, they do little to stop them from shaking. To stop his teeth from chattering in his skull.

It is, of course, women and children first. In the beginning, there were complaints, annoyed comments. No one wanted to be up this late, when they could be in their warm beds with cups of tea or wine, and not forced into lifeboats in the freezing late night air.

But now that the ship has started to tilt distinctly to the right, now that the water has all but taken over the lower floors, now that they all know the ship is sinking even though it is supposed to be unsinkable. For Christ's sake, it supposed to be unsinkable.

Tom secures Logan a place on this lifeboat. Rich men always get what they want.

“You too,” he says. Tom thinks for half a moment that maybe Logan cares about him, but that’s foolish. Logan never cared about him. He shakes the idea away to focus on what’s at hand.

“No sir,” Tom shakes his head. He clenches his fists to try and bring some life back into them. His nose and ears both sting, “I can’t.”

“It’s a fuckin’ spectacle, that’s all.” “Half of the people on this ship are going to die,” Tom muses, glancing up at the sky. Another flare launches, making him jump just a bit, “There’s not enough lifeboats, Thomas Andrews told me so himself. Come morning, half the people here will be dead in the North Atlantic.” “Not the better half,” Logan rolls his eyes and even though Tom is not a good person, has said and done so many nasty things, he’s taken aback by the words, at the blatant disregard for the death of over a thousand people, “Get in the fuckin’ boat. What am I supposed to do? Show up in New York without my daughter’s fiancé? Quit playing the hero.” “Yes, you are,” Tom nods. He takes his scarf off and places it around the old man’s neck. He had promised Shiv her father’s safe return, and regardless of his own plans-- whatever they are now, the idea of running away to St. Paul with a man he met four days ago, who he has fallen so hard for it’s quite frightening is no longer as simple as it was. Now all that matters is staying alive-- he is going to return Shiv’s father to her alive and well, “I can’t come. I have to go downstairs. Stay warm, Logan.” Whatever Logan wants to call him-- and it is probably very nasty, given the man’s temper and views-- he slips away too fast to hear it, pausing only long enough to watch two officers help Logan sit down on one of the lifeboats, to watch it begin to lower into the freezing Atlantic below. He will be fine, and Shiv will have the only person she really loves in the world safe at home by this time tomorrow.

He takes a moment and presses up against one of the walls. It is so loud up here and he has to resist the urge to cover his ears with his hands just to think, just to allow his mind a moment to process things. But he doesn’t want to take them out of his pockets. And he knows it’s going to be worse down below but he has to go, because Greg will die if he stays down there, drowning or freezing to death or something and it will be all his fault.

The stars dare to twinkle, the moon dares to peek from behind the clouds and Tom feels like his heart is going to burst out of his ribcage. He draws a shaky breath, and makes himself stand up off the cold metal.

If all goes well, he will be able to get downstairs, down to Third Class, and collect Greg and then maybe figure something out. Put Greg on a lifeboat. Put them both on a lifeboat. Freeze to death when this ship sinks-- it heaves again, groans, and Tom nearly trips over his own two feet. He’s got to move. Time is running out.

If all goes well, Tom will see the sky again, but he sends a last glance up to the stars, and hopes for the best, before racing down below.

In less than an hour, he will be staring at that inky black night sky, colder than he has ever been in his life, and clinging to a tiny sliver of hope that the lifeboats will come back, and the hand of the man who turned his life upside down.

Funny, how life works out.

[tvgremlin]

Kendall and Naomi x Sandcastles.

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Prompt: rare pair

Had to show my favorite rare pair some love this Succ fest! More to come…

[casadegatos]

Love Love Love

Love gets weaponized in so many ways–how can anyone know if it’s real?

What happens to your sense of self when love is twisted, absent, withheld, unrequited?

Are some of these songs too “on the nose”? Yes. But love isn’t fucking subtle and I’m not going to be either.

Preview the tracklist under the cut or just jump right in:

Love Love Love on Amazon music

Love Love Love on Spotify

@succfest looks like this is for sure no 10 Free Space on the Bingo, but tag it how you see fit!

When a Woman Is Around–Unloved

Touch Me I’m Going to Scream pt. 2–My Morning Jacket

No Human Can Drown–Clan of Xymox

An Elegant Chaos–Julian Cope

Night Comes In–Richard and Linda Thompson

Black Angel’s Death Song–Velvet Underground

White Lies–ODESZA feat. Jenni Potts

I Prefer Your Love–St. Vincent

Oceans–Gary Numan

After the Snow–Modern English

Something’s Gotten Hold of My Heart–Marc Almond & Gene Pitney

Ghosts–Ladytron

To Love Somebody–Lulu

Bewlay Brothers–David Bowie

I’m Not in Love–10cc

Divorce Song–Liz Phair

I Know You Tried–Luna

‘99:Fathers in Clouds–Magnetic Fields

O Children–Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds