#( c: scamp )

[art-of-mtg]

Sawblade Scamp (Phyrexia: All Will Be One) - Helge C. Balzer

[kadavernagh]

TIMING: Current LOCATION: Regan’s “apartment” PARTIES: Regan and Beau SUMMARY: Beau has come to greet the love of his life and Regan finds a love of her own.

Beau was nothing if not an impressive, and thorough stalker. Looking up Dr. Kavernagh’s address had been as easy as putting in her address in the system. Beau had appeared earlier in the evening, but was deterred by another car and the sound of another man. Jealousy had been his first response, but he was nothing if not patient. Beau waited for the man to leave, his car pulling away into the night, before walking up the driveway. His typical smile pulled at his cheeks. In his hand he had a three inch bone he found and ordered off of eBay because he didn’t want to come empty handed, and he thought it would be very kind of him to tell a full truth instead of a half truth. “Hello?” Beau called. “I’m here to fall madly, deeply and passionately in love with you.” 

Another Tuesday, another evening struggling through her interactions with Reilly. Regan was tired of this sham of an apartment, and this stupid winter coat, and trying to make conversation that didn’t involve death or the last six years of her life. But Siobhan had entered the scene like a whirling hurricane, and now Regan wasn’t sure she even had the option to put up with things much longer. She couldn’t betray any of this to her brother. Every second around him felt like lies upon lies. It was hard to bear, and she doubted being across the Atlantic from him again would make it easier. She didn’t want to think about it. So she’d shooed him out as quickly as possible, not sure when or if they would get an actual goodbye before she had to leave. 

She watched Reilly’s car drive off, feeling a heavy weariness sink into her skeleton, but there was someone standing there, in the driveway. She opened the door and squinted at them. A man, holding something – a bone! –  with an amorous look in his eyes. “That’s… forward of you.” Regan said slowly, trying to process what was happening here. There was something off. Well, beyond the obvious eccentric boldness. She could feel the bone. It beckoned and pulsed and she was even willing to approach him to get a better look at it. But there was something else, there, too. Something familiar. Some part of her recognized it, but her mind kept turning the possibility away. Regan crossed her arms and slowly descended down the stairs, turning her nose up at the man. “I don’t fall in love, and I don’t think you should pursue something that will always be unrequited.” Her eyes roved from his face to the bone in his hand. “But tell me more about that.”

The familiar touch of magic spun around Beau, informing him he was in the presence of a fae. Beau looked between Regan, and the bone that she seemed so interested in. “Unrequited?” Beau slapped a hand over his chest. Rejection always stung, no matter how much he pretended it didn’t. Had he been forward? Yes, but look at him! He was a catch. He was basically the number one eligible bachelor here, if not in the whole world. Surely she could see how lucky she was to even be around him. So why was she more interested in the bone than him? Fine. He could work with that.

“This is the bone of my love.” Beau held the bone up between two fingers, turning it back and forth. He didn’t think it was untrue to call it his bone of love, since he bought the bone specifically to find love. Any other detail about it, he didn’t know. He’d only looked for the criteria of three inches long. Because Beau wasn’t a liar. Mostly. When he didn’t feel like suffering the consequences. “It’s a mystery bone.” To me, he added silently. “I will give it to my one true love and they will know what it is.” He hoped. She liked bones, after all. “And that is how we will know.” He would have loved to add something like, we’re meant to be or we’re soul mates, but that would be a lie. He hoped she would fill in the blanks for herself.

Regan’s skin prickled as she neared the man, but that didn’t make any sense. It felt like he was fae. But once more, something inside of her turned away from what was surely a coincidence. He was not fae. It was impossible. That was something she knew in her bones rather than her skin. “Did you know I was here?” She asked, taken aback. Despite everything she knew about not getting murdered by strange men showing up at her home unannounced, it almost didn’t matter. Not when he had such a nice find between his fingers. Besides, she had nothing to fear from others. She stood taller and prouder than all of them… even if she scarcely felt she did.

“Mystery bone?” Regan tilted her head, giving the bone a long look. It was no mystery. “That is a raccoon baculum. A bit on the small side, actually.” 

“Yes, of course I know where you live.” Beau gave out a chuckle, a laugh that said women are so silly for asking such dumb questions. “I came looking for you specifically, because from our few online conversations I just knew we had a spark.” Because Beau was a charming guy, and rom-coms have taught millions of people around the world that creepy and stalkerish behavior was okay, as long as it was in the name of romance. Not that Beau considered this creepy or stalkerish. Everything he was doing here was romantic. It was something they could laugh about to their kids, grandkids and great grandkids years from now. 

“You, you know what it is?” Beau was putting on a show. Beau was acting surprised. Beau was clasping a hand over his mouth and staring wide-eyed back up at Regan. “According to the story, that means we’re destined to fall madly in love.” It wasn’t a lie, because it was according to a story. Not according to the truth. The story may have been a lie, but referencing it was a nice little work around. Beau ignored the fact that the bone was on the small side, it was how bones were used that mattered! Not their size. Beau threw himself to his knees, arms held stretched out, bone cupped lovingly in his hands. “Regan, the story was clear. We are destined to fall in love, get married and have children. Will you take my bone in marriage?” 

Regan blinked at Beau, momentarily taken aback by the theatrics of his declaration. For a second, she considered whether this was some elaborate prank or performance art, but the sincerity in his eyes told her otherwise. “Online conversations?” She leafed through her recent online interactions in her head, and recalled the strange, cheese-fixated man who had attempted to ask her out. This was, undoubtedly, the same individual. Beau. That was his name. “Ah. You. There is no spark. What you’re experiencing is your brain flooding with oxytocin and vasopressin. The weaker-willed among us have a difficult time resisting such base urges.” Regan was better. She could turn away from her brother. She could hold her breath as she drowned.

As Beau got down on his knees, a shock of dread ran through her. Just what was he… Oh no. Regan’s eyes widened and her slow heart felt like it had just stopped altogether like a sputtering, failing engine. She was right, and sometimes she hated being right. She had never been in a sufficiently close relationship to ever consider engagement being on the table. And here was Beau, a stranger, who was doing exactly that, proposing. And knew how to, in the way Regan had been taught was proper and right, although there were a few pieces missing. Cliodhna sometimes spoke of the baculum Regan’s grandfather had gifted her, and despite her tone lacking in any and all warmth when he entered her thoughts, Regan had once uncovered what she suspected was the very same bone, securely preserved with all of Cliodhna’s precious heirlooms. 

This baculum practically shined in the sunlight as Beau held it toward the heavens, an offering. Regan backed up, her palms out in a stop gesture. “I don’t know who filled your head with these stories, or how you know about… this. But this is insanity. Beau, right?” She looked down at him, this desperate, sweaty, cheese-loving man, and something like pity bubbled up inside her. She refused to entertain it. But she would attempt to not leave a scar. “Beau, I don’t know you. At all. And beyond that, I’m not – look, if you want all of those things, you would never receive them from me.” She stammered. “I reject your proposal, in case that’s unclear”. But… “That is a lovely baculum, though. And I think you should give it to me anyway.” 

"Vasopressin?" Beau spluttered out the word, eyes blinking rapidly as offense took him fully. Who was she to tell him what he was experiencing? Beau was the master of his own emotions, names, cheese puns, and much more. So what? She had a doctorate and suddenly she thought she was better than everyone? Beau knew how fae worked, she probably wasn't even a real doctor. She probably paid to have her credentials faked because she was probably older than science itself. "Old hag," Beau mumbled under his breath. He let that moment of anger flair around him before swallowing it back, forcing it behind his characteristic smile. It burned the muscles of his cheek. "I assure you, I am not week." Because he wasn't a week. Ha. He was weak, but she didn't need to know that. 

The moment of the proposal had everything a fairy tale-obsessed little lad might have wanted. The shock of the woman of his dreams, brought wordless by the beautiful moment. Good weather. Not enough names were being offered in a dowry, since no dowry had been offered at all, but really who was he to be picky about that at this moment? He could get her name and the name of her family members later! Why did she need a name anyway? She would be Mrs. Doctor Bueford afterward. That was surely enough names for her. Except, apparently it wasn't picture perfect. Because she rejected him. 

What an uppity prude. 

"Hahaha, it's not nice to call someone insane." Anger bubbled against the surface of his skin, ready to turn him into a lava nymph, erupting with anger all over the situation. His smile remained in place. Practiced. Pulled. Stretched skin, like the small part of him not yelling. Then she did the unthinkable. She asked for the bone anyway. "NO!" Beau shouted, falling from his kneeling position, face first into the driveway pavement. His arms and legs thrashed around. "NO! YOU DON'T GET TO BREAK MY HEART AND KEEP MY BONE" Beau whined, his voice going up an octave in a shrill cry. "YOU'RE RUDE AND MEAN YOU DON'T GET THIS BONE YOU'LL NEVER GET THIS BONE." Beau rolled over, facing up at the sky. He held the bone up in one hand, then the second. He struggled to break it. 

He wasn't strong enough.

Most of Regan’s romantic relationships had been short-lived and dispassionate; she rarely had time to engage in anything other than studying or, later on, her work; then, finally, her training. As a result, she was fairly certain she had never broken a man’s heart before. If anything, she was often the slighted party. You don’t care about me. You reek of death. You look at me like you want to cut into my stomach. But that was what she thought she was seeing here: heartbreak. And not in the more interesting way, involving aortic dissection or another cardiac pathology. This was the emotional kind. And despite Beau’s protests, that certainly did make him weak.

At first, she thought Beau was about to do some kind of… performance. Why else would he be on the ground, dancing? But it wasn’t a dance, she realized quickly. He was flailing. His limbs thrashing against the pavement, his eyes pinched shut in agony. His scream couldn’t match hers in volume, but somehow, she thought it had to be more grating. Regan winced through the tantrum, torn between wanting to make sure he didn’t injure himself in this display, and wanting to back off, never seeing him again. “Stop yelling and get up. This isn’t – I mean, sure, I suppose I am mean. Or maybe just not nice. Your life is not over.” She hesitated. “Yet.” Regan crossed her arms, grateful that the puffy coat felt like a barrier between the two of them. “I have had child patients whose maturity exceeds your own.”

And then his hand moved. And her mind jolted with the realization of what he was about to do. Regan reached toward him, mouth open, fingers outstretched, wanting to stop what was going to happen. But she was too slow. The bone – it did not snap. Her hand flopped back down. Could she just walk up to him and pluck the bone out of his hands? It was tempting. But his flair for the dramatics made her wonder if this was part of the act, feigning weakness. She didn’t want him to go from disagreeable to apoplectic. “Beau?” She asked, since he seemed to have quieted. He was looking up at the sky like he had been failed by the universe. “We do not get everything we want in life.” She looked at the bone. She was not able to apply her own advice to it. “When you’re ready, give me the bone.”

Nothing ever went Beau’s way. All he did was try and try. He was a good guy! He deserved good things to happen to him! He deserved the rewards of a good life! He deserved for women and men to be falling over themselves to get a chance with him! And all he got was this! Scorn! Pain! Immense disappointment! The pavement of the driveway hurt where his flesh met it, leaving red scrapes where he’d thrashed too hard against the rough surface. The driveway didn’t care about what he wanted just as much as the woman standing before him. Was he not sexy when he was in his feelings? Did she not see that he was the total and complete package? 

Beau did get up. “I’m not getting up because you told me to.” He needed to make the distinction clear. This floozy would hold no power over him. Beau was a man of his own choices and considerable maturity. “Yet.” Beau repeated the word, rolling it over his tongue. It tasted disgusting. “Are you threatening me?” He asked, vitriol lacing his words. He was no longer hiding behind his practiced smile. He would waste no more unwanted time or energy on this wench. “You’re a lost cause.” He was searching for words that would hurt, he wanted to hurt her as much as she had hurt him. “Threaten me all you want. You’re going to die alone, completely unloved.” He paused; she would probably want that. Cold hearted as she was. “And your bones will rot.” He didn’t know if bones rotted. 

“You’ll never get this bone. You’ll never get me. You had your chance, and you blew it. I hope you cry every night.” Beau made eye contact as he raised the bone to his lips. He was going to swallow the bone so that she would never get it. Beau shoved the three inches into his mouth and found himself choking on it before he could even get it down the hatch completely. He spluttered and spat. The bone landed on the driveway in front of him with a soft and wet thud. “Fine. Take that too. Just like you took…” He cast around for words, she hadn’t actually taken anything from him. There had never been anything there in the first place. “My happiness!” 

A lost cause. Regan certainly was that, and she knew it. But as lost as she was, as much as the word failure burned in her brain more fiercely than iron, she was not, at least, a slave to her emotions. Not like Beau. Such a flagrant, dramatic display of unadulterated feelings was offensive. Regan shied away from it like it could be contagious. Sometimes emotions seemed like they were. Reilly’s tears made her skin crawl in a way that was difficult to bear, and whenever she turned away from them the effort only grew larger. Had Beau put on such a show at Saol Eile, they’d shred him apart on the spot, scream him to ribbons. “Death will take me however it wants, whenever it wants. Whether I die alone and unloved is of no consequence to me.” It clearly mattered to him, though.

She watched, equal parts disturbed and curious, as he lodged the bone into his mouth. Just what was he trying to accomplish? He couldn’t snap it in half with his teeth. There was no way. And as much as she didn’t like the thought of such a specimen being inserted into any one of Beau’s orifices, she was too thrown by the whole ordeal to cut in.

Whatever he was trying to do had failed.

Coated in Beau’s saliva, the raccoon’s penis bone shined even brighter. It called to her – that little, invisible line cast from it, straight into Regan’s center. She cherished it, every time. It sang against her skin. So when the thread tugged, she recognized the opportunity for what it was. The baculum could be hers. She reached past Beau, letting instinct draw her closer, letting death take the reins.

And then death attacked her. It became a violent, snapping thing, too big and heavy and present for her to hold. Her head filled with it. Regan’s knees buckled and her knuckles scraped against the pavement. She could feel dead earthworms and bugs and the smallest of scattered teeth and vertebrae. Nearby, a neighbor was slowly dying of atherosclerosis. Another down the street was going to be killed in a few weeks by an escaped hippo at the zoo. Cats, dogs, a dead bird baking on a rooftop, another in an oven. It was a mountain on her shoulders. Her ribs vibrated from the strain. A scream wanted out. Not because Beau was dying – this was something else, the torrent of her senses overwhelming her. She didn’t care for Beau – even held some disdain for this pathetic man, so far as she was allowed – but she wasn’t going to deafen him. Or worse. Regan dragged herself away from the bone, trying to create any amount of distance. It didn’t help at all. The world seemed to sink out from under her, but she did her best to claw her way up. Standing. She needed to get away from it all. As she ran, she could feel the dead grass beneath her feet, a field mouse decomposing, a hawk swooping down on a rabbit. “Keep it,” she tried to utter back, but it came out a harsh screech. 

Regan sprinted back up to her apartment and slammed the door shut behind her, trying to keep out far more than just the decompensated man in her driveway. On the other side, that thin thread that had so lovingly and gently connected her to the bone was now a thick, creeping vine, trying to drag her out by the ankle. Regan swallowed with effort, closing her eyes against the death – all of the hundreds, and hundreds she could practically feel right beneath her fingers.

[notyourangel]

Seeing his phone light up from the corner of her eye, Angel took a peak at the text just to smirk faintly after reading it. It didn’t escape her that the main reason why Ellie had asked for Scamp to come pick her up wasn’t for her sake at all, but rather, she did so in order to trick Scamp into spending time with Angel. Not that there was any need for him to be tricked to do so, however, since Angel doesn’t often keep a consistent schedule whenever she works at the casino, it was rather hard to determine which nights she was in and which she wasn’t. And since things at the casino was pretty slow, tonight was the best time to trick Scamp into coming here.

Besides, she wasn’t kidding about seeing his face had brighten her mood for the night. Before Scamp came in, her night has been nothing more than a drag for Angel to the point where she was dying for her shift to finally end so she could sneak off back home. Or perhaps even to the dance studio, though it should already be closed for the night, Angel did know the owner and had consent to stop by whenever she pleased. The thought of stopping by still was rather enticing, however, Scamp’s offer in buying her something to eat after her shift swayed her mind.

“It’s sweet how much you want to be there for your sister.” The brunette commented. “Even while knowing she’s tricking you, at least she did so in the goodness of her heart.” Angel once again chuckled. She made a mental note to thank Ellie for tricking Scamp into coming here the next time they were working together. The other girl sure making her night that much more pleasant for doing so. As he asked her if she knew who Ellie left with, at that, the brunette sighed. “Brick.” Angel replied, not feeling the need to elaborate any further as they both knew who she was referring to. The sight of his long red hair and matching red baseball cap was enough to figure out who that guy was, but at this current moment, she didn’t feel like talking anymore about him when she and Scamp could be focusing on better things. Like the way he was staring at her and the offer he made. “Good, because I really am happy to see you here.” The brunette once again claimed, this time with a more genuine smile on her face. “At 12, so in another hour. Think you’re okay with holding out for that long? Although—” Tearing her gaze away from him, Angel inspected the casino and the amount of customers there currently where before tilting her head. “I may be able to head out sooner….”  

The familiar nickname only made his smile grow wider, always grinning like an idiot when he was around Angel. As she winked, his cheeks heated up, but Scamp was quick to hide it by taking a drink from the beer glass. He was even lucky that it was slow at the casino, which was likely why El was able to escape early to begin with — he considered thanking her later for the extra time with Angel, and as if on cue, he saw his phone light up with a text from his twin: ur welcome! 😝

Scoffing in annoyed amusement, he met Angel's gaze again and watched as she rolled her eyes. The reaction was to be expected, the two of them having very different family experiences growing up. While he was only reconnected with one of his three siblings, Angel was in the process of trying to reconnect with her twin brother, the only family she really had. Scamp would never discourage the idea, but of course he had his obvious warnings that family may not be all that great. He only warned her because he cared, not wanting her to end up hurt after putting so much time into finding her brother.

Angel seemed to also be onto Ellie and her tricks as she pointed out Violet's ability to give his sister a ride. Scamp shrugged in defeat. "Sue me for trying to be a good brother, right?" There was only a small bitterness in his tone that was meant toward Ellie rather than Angel. "You didn't see who she left with, did you?" He asked curiously. It mostly annoyed him that, after disappearing from his twin and wanting to make up for doing so, there was a chance El was taking advantage of his brotherly kindness. That, or she was really trying to do him a favor. His smile returned again as Angel pointed out the perks of the miscommunication. "Yeah, I really can't be too mad, huh?" Hearing that he brightened her night too was a nice confidence boost, her smile alluring and completely making him forget about his annoying sister. "It's alright, I don't mind," he brushed it off, taking another drink from the beer. "So what time are you out of here? Maybe I could buy you some food after as a thanks for the drink."

[clanslist]

Warrior Cats Name Generator in 2024 (Daylight Warrior Edition!)

Leafstar dips her head to you. "Welcome to SkyClan, dear..."

FIRST LETTER OF FIRST NAME:

A - Angel

B - Bingo

C - Cocoa

D - Dream

E - Elvis

F - Fluffy

G - Gruff

H - Happy

I - Ichor

J - Jujube

K - Kandy

L - Lulu

M - Merry

N - Nevaeh

O - Ollie

P - Peanut

Q - Quizno

R - Ragdoll

S - Scamp

T - Tingle

U - Unicorn

V - Vax

W - Wookie

X - Xander

Y - Yoyo

Z - Zippy

ZODIAC (SUN) SIGN:

Aries - burst

Taurus - horn

Gemini - tail

Cancer - drop

Leo - mane

Virgo - fern

Libra - step

Scorpio - fall

Sagittarius - moon

Capricorn - storm

Aquarius - fur

Pisces - pelt

*EDIT: Changed the K- prefix to something better!

[wyrmgrass]

When thinking about martyn remember the handy acronym FUCK

F: Fond of him. Little scamp. Goofy

U: Unrelenting despair and agony

C: Can he just shut up

K: Killing him killing him killing him

[canisbrutus]

Character Reading - Bucky Pasteur

Alt title: extensive headcanons for this cunt's household, relationships, and feelings re: ingame events.

my brain has been going apeshit lately and frankly; i do not control who it likes to focus on. so i'm trying something different today. pardon my insanity.

Disclaimer: i'm drawing from personal experiences to form a solid background and explanation for this character as a whole, and much of it is not very pleasant. take my speculations with a grain of salt.

CWs include but may not be limited to: hoarding, neglect, animal abuse/neglect, mental illness and ableism, sexism, infestations, and unsanitary living.

word count: 2888

Surface Level - what we know ingame

Bucky's less of a nerd and more of a general geek, and yes the distinction matters here.

His main fixation is time. Timing. Rhythm, even.

Academically he's just fine; his strongest subject is chemistry while most other subjects seem to hover around the C area.

(Fitting, given the chemistry minigame is timing based)

He also has a notable interest in working out and buffing up (even if he needs an inhaler), contrasting with the rest of his clique.

It doesn't feel like he really likes the rest of his clique when it comes down to it tbh.

His parents aren't in the picture and neither is his grandpa, seemingly, if he's the one taking care of his grandmother.

His grandmother is struggling mentally, but otherwise appears well meaning and loving, albeit misguided; 'hoarding' cats and spoiling her grandson.

Similarly Bucky himself seems to be one of the more genuine folks in the school. Or rather he's respectful of Beatrice's crush and Very grateful for Jimmy's help, initially.

(That being said, good intentions often go awry.)

Granny - Fanny Pasteur

Admittedly she was a right clever woman at one point.

Rather brash, too.

She hails from France, having immigrated following WW2, alongside her husband.

(she was 15 at the end of the war, and he was ~22)

(regrettable she was a sort of trophy wife)

Over the years her boundaries were eroded and she became a shell of herself, of course.

Self sacrificing to a fault, until she couldn't let go of anything anymore.

Her husband came first. and then her children. then her grandson, then the cats...

It's rare any of her children really speak to her, honestly. She had five of them, four sons and a daughter, and they all flew the coop as soon as they were old enough; courtesy of her Husband.

Her youngest -her daughter, named Gene- came to her with a heavy heart and equally heavy with child, asking if she could look after the scamp because she couldn't afford to rear him if she wanted to make a name for herself in Hollywood.

She didn't come back after he was born and settled.

None of Fanny's children did.

Sometimes you gotta make do with raccoons and cats I guess.

Grandpa - Angus Pasteur

Thank god this guy died when Bucky was like 11.

Real misogynistic sort. Woman should be subservient and every man needs to snag himself one to look after him, because you're fucked otherwise and taking care of yourself is for self-obsessed sissy faggots.

He was the kind of guy to take his 10 y/o grandson to Hooters

(where it became increasingly clear Bucky was kind of a faggot)

This man was a british soldier; he went through high hell and wanted his lineage to be at least half as hardened as he was.

Mind you, Angus wasn't the pinnacle of 'masculinity.' The guy was also autistic as hell with his bazillion clocks at home.

Worth something someday, probably.

Did he love his wife as well? kind of. not really. He loved the benefit of having a wife, and her looks when she was younger, but he practically killed her inside to suit his needs.

He's also the primary reason none of their children stay in touch.

'Abandoned' by them, he'd say.

This man also smoked a lot. Used to be a pack of cigarettes a day, but he switched over to cigars at some point.

The house still reeks of his smoke; it's stained the walls a dirty yellow.

He died of lung cancer. and a cat pissed in his ashes when he inevitably had his urn knocked off the shelf.

Home Life - masking a downward spiral

Honestly it started before his grandpa died. The old guy was a collector of clocks in all shapes. Wall hanging cuckoos, regal mantle styles, pocket watches and grandfather (no pun intended) clocks, etc.

(Bucky's watches did originally belong to his grandpa, yes)

His grandpa liked to tinker and repair them whenever possible, but this would often lead to broken clocks bought at yardsales and such piling up waiting to be seen.

And then he croaked (again, as old people tend to do) and his wife couldn't bear to part with them for sentimental reasons.

And then Fanny couldn't bear to part with any of his belongings.

And then they sat and got dusty and the spiders moved in... which were dangerous so Bucky was warned not to mess with them either, so there they stayed. And more things got added on top...

Bucky did his best to manage the sprawl by going vertical with the hoard; he's a pretty good packrat one could say.

Granted that only made things less accessible in the long run.

Meanwhile.

Fanny had taken in a pregnant stray, and suddenly they had at least six cats.

Only the males of which were fixed. And none of them had any real care aside from being fed and having their litter dipped twice a week.

(which wasn't enough.)

(if you dont provide clean spaces, they will find their own.)

The thing about hoarded houses is it's never just about having too much stuff.

It's having provided shelter for pests -spiders, fleas- and giving space for things like mold to grow, making anything within the household sick if left unbothered.

It's building shame and paranoia for having such a mess in your living space, eroding your mind as well as your foundation.

It's things like plumbing and ventilation breaking, out of reach, and being unable to fix it because you're scared of having anyone else see your home.

But the only thing worse than living in those conditions is having authorities come in, deem you crazy, and take away the things that matter most to you.

Throw away your belongings.

Ship your animals to the shelter, risking them being put down.

Separate you from your remaining family.

Fanny was not a popular resident in the vale for a number of reasons, half of which being her kooky demeanor, the other half being her habit of feeding wildlife.

She singlehandedly quadrupled the raccoon population by setting out cat food and lunchmeats, and they became a nuisance everywhere else.

Social services were often called to see if she was mentally sound enough to remain in her home and remain in custody of both Bucky and her several cats.

And this Terrified them.

The number of times Bucky called his friends up in a panic begging them to help hide some of the mess is relatively substantial.

School drama often paled in comparison to his reality.

The Specifics -

The showers themselves didn't work.

The tub often needed to be sanitized before use (thanks to the Cats) and was often such a hassle Bucky himself didn't typically bathe at home.

The school gym's showers were 'good enough' once a week and a simple bucket and rag sufficed whenever deodorant didn't cut it otherwise.

The washing machine also broke down at some point and they'd need to use the laundromat alllllll the way in New Coventry.

Unfortunately this did mean he kind of smelled.

Air conditioning and heating wasn't really a thing in that house either; most airflow came from fans in every room.

Poor ventilation in the bathroom especially fostered a lot of mold.

The stove wasn't often used; at some point all the knobs got taken off (probably due to a few accidental fires from granny forgetting a pot or kettle) and they ate a lot of either takeout or microwave meals.

Massive flea problem. Which also gave the cats tapeworms.

Much of the spider infestation consisted of black widows. Which dissuaded excessive fucking around.

The combined cat piss/mold/dust/old smoke mix really didn't do anyone's respiratory problems any favors.

At least the attic where Bucky slept (formerly grandpa's workshop) was free of most airborne pollutants and junk.

Relationships - among the clique and otherwise

Beatrice:

Childhood friends pressured by societal and social expectations.

Thanks to his grandpa's wretched values, Bucky internalized the notion of wanting a girl. Specifically this one, due to the simple fact he could understand her, mostly, and wasn't put off from her by vastly differing interests.

However Beatrice is a lesbian and merely tolerated his attempts at getting closer, and also saw through his flat 'desire' of her that's just a trained response honestly.

(he never really talked her up to other guys; it was like he didn't even think about her romantically or carnally or whatever when she wasn't right in his line of sight)

He is also gay, as we know, but he hadn't unpacked that yet.

That aside, they were neighbors. Beatrice knew his grandma and they hung out plenty as kids.

Bucky defended her from his grandpa's snide remarks when the bastard was still kicking, and he is still awful protective of her, to a fault.

They drifted apart somewhat in their highschool years, but remained close friends.

Thad:

Thad was one of the nerds Bucky could really click with and actively sought out after school, and Bucky himself was one of the least insufferable members of the clique in Thad's eyes.

(despite his snippy nature clashing with Bucky's more chipper one)

Truth be told Bucky's demeanor sometimes toned down Thad's aggressive outbursts, which is not an easy feat.

Then again Thad also pushed for Bucky to not be a doormat, even if he really wasn't made for conflict.

Their shared interest in weaponry and engineering made them the more technically inclined of the nerds, and the reason much of the clique is armed as well as they are.

The spud cannon was a combined effort on their part, and probably their greatest contribution to the clique in the eyes of Earnest.

That being said, they still had their personal conflicts in spite of their loose synergy.

Nitpicking getting under eachother's skin, fears relating to Bucky's workout interests and horror regarding Thad's compliance in the paparazzi mission.

Bucky might not like Mandy (or girls in general) but he has some gentlemanly sense to him, and regrettably Thad is a shithead.

That ordeal put him off from engaging with Thad or the clique for a minute, though he was roped back in just in time for The Big Game.

Dan:

For better or for worse, Bucky has more experience than most nerds with this blockhead, on account of being close to his brother.

Obviously as a Jock, Dan's one of their worst enemies, doubly so for his disdain against his former clique, but Bucky holds a particular fear surrounding him.

Fear of being perceived as a similar traitor by his friends, mostly.

Yes, he wants to buff up, but he wouldn't turn against his comrades and throw himself into the arms of their tormentors for it.

Regardless; he watches Dan with a heightened sense of unease, and feels a faint horror thinking about him too hard.

He doesn't belong with the jocks either. He's miserable where he is, but he can't go back after throwing his peers under the bus.

Thad and Bucky spoke of him, once, on the balcony of the observatory, gazes cast over the football field. That conversation was bitter and full of grief.

Wonder if Dan even knows the weight his backstabbing left. The scrutiny it placed upon the remaining nerds.

One thing's for sure: he was forced to play nice and help Bucky when he needed extra muscle cleaning his house from time to time, and the state of that place got to him.

Earnest:

Let it be known that Earnest Jones is one of the worst leaders out of all the cliques.

He failed as a friend first, disregarding his underlings' interests by campaigning against gym class and the arts when he ran for class president, and as a leader second, with his entire stunt with Mandy that prompted the jocks to attack them.

Knowing Dan's past as a nerd, that dictator wannabe monitored his cliquemates closely for any sign of defection, and shunned them accordingly.

Not wanting to risk being thrown out, Bucky ended up withdrawing himself, for the most part. At least Burton made it easy to bitch and moan about gym class.

But Earnest still wanted him to prove his loyalty.

Bucky had... mixed feelings. about setting gym equipment ablaze during complete mayhem. but Donald wasn't about to back him up against their leader.

Overall their relationship was strained at best.

Other Nerds:

He kind of got along with Donald in theory? The two of them often collaborated in chemistry class, but unlike Thad, Donald didn't appreciate Bucky's energy. Then again, it seemed like Donald's main interest was deliberately looking for reasons to hate people, which Bucky didn't really enjoy either.

Algernon was a nerd Bucky could coexist with for short periods of time, but overall wasn't close with. He could sympathize with him for a number of reasons, buuut ... well Algie's social skills are just so deep in the gutter he struggles with personal connections even with those who tolerate him.

Meanwhile Melvin is the clique's general patron saint, next to Beatrice. Bucky's only real grievances with him are how much he tolerates and excuses Earnest's behavior as his right hand man. That aside, he's reliable and helpful to a fault.

Francois... they're on different wavelengths. Tolerated, but Bucky's not fond of him either, on account of him frequently trying to mooch lunch off him when he barely has any for himself most days. The guy's just socially oblivious, it seems.

Cornelius was one of Bucky's closer friends alongside Thad; the trio often bounced mathematics between themselves, and Bucky heavily sympathized with her (🏳️‍⚧️) for a number of reasons.

Jimmy:

Their relationship was half transactional, half fearful respect.

Bucky knows how Bullworth mercenaries work; they need extensive flattery and payment to not turn against you later down the line.

Gifting him both his skateboard and his bottle launcher were for this purpose; more or less just asskissing.

Aside from that, he really didn't approve of Beatrice's crush on this guy, especially since he was just a brute that wouldn't treat her right in his eyes.

(which was fair; Jimmy had plenty of people willing to kiss him and he wasn't all that close with any of em.)

But at the end of the day, there wasn't much he could do aside from respecting his friend's wishes and being there as needed.

Jimmy didn't really give a shit about him either tbh, he had other things on his plate.

Misc. Headcanons - AKA the lighter shit

His full name? Benjamin Gilbert Pasteur.

When decently clean, this boy smells like coffee.

He chugs a lot of it honestly, and actually has an instant pot in his bedroom at home.

It's one of the things that keeps him connected with his gran, really, even when he's babbling about things she wouldn't understand (and vice versa).

Partially thanks to his sense of timing, Bucky's honestly got a strong musical talent. At least with hitting the notes, anyway.

He's got an old cello he played in the school orchestra, but it didn't bring him much happiness. Too many preps in that scene looking down their nose at his pauper ass, you know?

His Gran & him were loosely religious. She hated organized religion however and didn't really go to church, except for holiday services like Easter and Christmas.

Bucky's interest in time manifested in three different ways. The first of which was history, which he read about for fun and would banter about with Thad. The second is a general fascination with the concept of time travel, which he explored in media like Back to the Future and Ocarina of Time. The third is rhythm games, mostly handheld but also DDR.

Speaking of DDR, the first and last time a Jock beat a Nerd at a video game was when he competed against Kirby in the arcade, and lost due to a lack of stamina thanks to the game's fullbody movements. The clique did not live this down for awhile.

His three watches, similar to his namesake, are set to three different timezones. One being EST where Bullworth is, one being PST, one being JST. The latter two are for the sake of monitoring release times and airings for online streams/events.

If you want a rough guess of where he lived ingame, it's the last house on the street out of the vale, next to the billboard and the bridge into town which overlooks the dam.

The lights from that damn billboard constantly emit a glow through his attic window that keep him up at night, whenever his coffee isn't already doing that, anyway.

Closing Thoughts

This is a repressed autistic as fuck homosexual.

He really needs better friends.

Earnest go to hell.

thank you for reading; if you made it this far please consider rebloggin as i put my whole pussy into this. im also looking for feedback on this longform reflection of a character.

i don't think ill be taking requests on character readings like this one due to how much effort this took, at least not for the time being. granted my inbox is still closed atm anyway.

anyway. rip bucky pasteur 2007 you wouldve loved mad rat dead.

[divider sources: x | x | x ] [hc masterpost]

[dianagj-art]

Dia I absolutely loved this entire collab saga you did with Kat and Ellie - One finally got humbled! Lol

But my absolute favorite is Scallione sitting on top of Oneion's shoulder and just....look at this?!

Look at this little gremlin!

Little pouty face!

He's just a silly little scamp owo

HHD C NCJFHCJC So cute!! <3

Anyways, love ya Dia :) keep being awesome

🌹

OMG THANK YOU!!!!

I'm so glad people liked it!!!!

AND IM SO GLAD PEOPLE LIKE SCALLIONE AND ONEION

They are so fun to draw and mess around with!

Look at him! Perching on a shoulder! He's a little gargoyle at heart!

[jockpoetry]

at first sight

Here is the Room I Want to Fill with Birds: An Interview with Caitlin Bailey // Victoria Chang, The Islands, 1961 // Allison Saft, A Far Wilder Magic // Georges Bataille, Erotism: Death & Sensuality // Florence + The Machine, Third Eye // Florence + The Machine, Third Eye // Marie Howe, The Affliction // Victoria Chang, The Islands 1961 // Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments (trans. Richard Howard) // Emily Jungmin Yoon, Find Me as the Creature I Am // Kara van de Graaf, Spitting Image // Sharon Olds, The Father // Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: Uncollected Poems and Fragments 1957-1966 // Emily Jungmin Yoon, Find Me as the Creature I Am // Traci Brimhall, Love Prodigal

[antonymphdraws]

Dandy's World Headcanons: Full/Surnames

We know that the mains of Dandy's World (and Connie) have surnames...but what about the other Toons? Here's the full/surnames I came up for them, as well as ones for my OCs too.

May be subject to change in the future.

Canon

(Not including the Dandy and the mains (except for Bobette) and Connie since they already have canon surnames)

Boxten Sonata Bobette Carolbelle Brightney Watterson Cosmo Madeleine Flutter Mariposa Finnegan "Finn" Wake Gigi Ponder Goober "Goob" and Scraps Craften Glisten Lookinglas Looey Heiler Poppy Sarsaparilla Razzle and Dazzle Melozari Rodger Dupin Shrimpo Viscampi Teagan Brewer Tisha Spotliss Toodles Octavio Yatta Yadda

(Gigi's surname is similar to "Potter" but with "Pon" like gachapon)

(Looey's surname is a play of "helium" and "heeler", the latter word is even the name of a dog breed.)

(Poppy's last name is from the soft drink sarsaparilla)

(RnD's surname is a portmanteau of "Melodrama" and "Zari", the latter being a type of ribbon.)

(Rodger's surname is taken from the character C. Auguste Dupin, the detective from the Edgar Allan Poe story “The Murders in Rue Morgue”, which is considered the first detective story.)

(Shrimpo's surname comes from the dish known as shrimp scampi. "Scamp" is also the word used to describe a troublemaker or someone otherwise mischievous.)

("Octo" means "Eight" in Latin, hence Toodles' surname is Octavio)

(Cosmo's last name comes from Madeleines, which are a kind of french pastry/cake)

(Yatta's last name is a play on "yadda yadda", a slang term for someone's blathering. I just felt it was clever)

OC's

(Again, not including the mains)

Ace Deckard Barry Armstrong Chillian Fahrenheit DJ Discotechque Frankie and Shotson Prickelstein Geo Globetrotter Halo and Luci Morningstar Oakley Underwood Pearl Lochlynn Pixi Faewin Rugby Pigskin Stitch Seamley Ticker Timekeeper Zester Citron

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Lilia Vanrouge - Lab Coat Vignette

"Let's have a bit of fun."

[Botanical Garden – Temperate Zone]

Lilia: Oopsies, what a blunder. My first class in the afternoon is potionology.

Lilia: I almost forgot I needed to harvest the herbs I'll need for class before lunch break ended.

Lilia: I guess I got a little too into messing with Silver and Sebek.

Lilia: Hmm, I think the herb I needed was "duskweed." That should grow somewhere near this flower bed…

???: Give it back…!!

Lilia: Hm? Sounds to be some sort of commotion.

Lilia: It'd be cumbersome to get embroiled into whatever it is… For now, I think I'll keep to the shadows behind the trees and keep an eye on the situation.

Epel: Those "lanternblossoms" are mine! And their nectar was finally almost ready for harvesting after all my hard work…!

Lilia: Oh, that wide-eyed freshman… He's the new student that Vil's been keeping around recently.

Lilia: I think his name was… Epel?

Savanaclaw Student A: Well, hey now, thanks for raisin' 'em. 'Cause hey, this botanical garden's for all students to use, yeah?

Savanaclaw Student B: Yeah, we need these flowers too, man. From what I hear, they sell pretty high, see?

Savanaclaw Student C: You're a freshman, right? We're sophomores. You gotta respect your elders!

Epel: Oh come on…!

Lilia: Dearie me, look at that poor kid, caught up with some delinquents. I've been in the same boat before, it seems that's the fate of us small and petite folk.

Lilia: Nevertheless, those sophomores are picking on a poor underclassman with glee. So unsightly.

Epel: Grr… Give it back!!

[throws dirt]

Savanaclaw Student C: Ack!? [cough, spits] This dude just threw dirt in my face!

Epel: Next, sweep the legs!

[slam!]

Savanaclaw Student A: Ow!! Hey, aimin' for our shin's ain't fair, is it!?

Lilia: Oho, blind 'em and sweep 'em! Not a bad technique.

Lilia: Split judgements can mean everything on the battlefield. Good fighters are made from those who can make quick decisions without hesitation.

Lilia: However…

Savanaclaw Student B: Stop tryin' to think you're more than just a pretty face! Why don'tcha run back to your highfalutin' Pomefiore dorm and go embroider or somethin'!

[SLAM!]

Epel: Urgh…!

Lilia: Aw… And there he goes, thrown to the ground.

Lilia: Hmm. His fighting spirit is commendable, but he's no match against 3 opponents.

Lilia: I can't just abandon a growing chick with a promising future. …Well, I guess I can lend a small hand.

[rustle, rustle…]

Lilia: That's enough!

Epel: Eh? You're…

Savanaclaw Student C: Urk!! Aren't you Diasomnia Vice Housewarden Lilia Vanrouge!?

Lilia: Those herbs you're holding there, I need them for class as well. Could I have them?

Lilia: Looks to me like you three are sophomores. And as you can see, I'm a junior…

Lilia: If I'm not mistaken, you young'uns are supposed to respect your elders, hm?

Savanaclaw Student A: !! This guy was totally listenin' on us!

Epel: Um… Lilia-san. This's mah... I mean, this is my fight.

Epel: You don't need to jump in.

Lilia: Khee hee hee, oh, you're so cold.

Lilia: Sometimes it doesn't hurt to lean on your upperclassmen a bit. You can trust me, so just keep quiet and watch.

Savanaclaw Student B: Humph, fine by me. If you want these flowers, try and take 'em from us!

Savanaclaw Student C: Oh but, as an upperclassman, you definitely remember you can't use settle fights with magic, riiiiight?

Savanaclaw Student C: Without magic, you're just another weak little Malleus lackey.

Savanaclaw Student B: There's no way you can stand up with us! Hyahaha!

Lilia: I see… Seems like you're looking down on me too.

Lilia: See here, you little jackanapes. I don't need any magic to make you folk eat dirt.

Lilia: It's been quite some time since I've had to teach a lesson to such fiery little scamps. Well then, let's have a bit of fun.

[Botanical Garden – Temperate Zone]

Epel: Wow… I definitely wasn't expecting that.

Lilia: I knew you boys wouldn't be a match for me, and it looks like I was right.

Lilia: Your punches were much, much too slow. I thought I'd fall asleep with how boring that was.

Savanaclaw Student A: Urgh… D-Dammit. I couldn't see his moves at all. When did he throw us all?

Epel: He just dealt with guys much bigger than him… And three of them at once, to boot… There's no way.

Savanaclaw Student B: I thought this guy was just one of Malleus's lackeys, but he's something else…!

Lilia: Think of this as a good lesson to never judge your foe by their looks.

Lilia: What now? Should I drill it into your heads once more?

Savanaclaw Student C: No way! Hey, l-l-l-let's get outta here!!!

[scrambles away]

Lilia: Khee hee hee. Now that I came out victorious, I think I'll take the lanternblossoms that Epel so painstakingly raised.

Epel: Ah… So you want… my flower too…

Lilia: Hm? …Hmmmmm??? Oh nooo! What have I done～～～!!

Lilia: I thought this flower was what I needed for potionology class but nooo～～ Ah, what a blunder.

Lilia: Here you go, Epel. I don't need this, so I'll return it to you.

Epel: I-I kinda don't see how that was a blunder…

Epel: …Uh, Lilia-san. I appreciate your help, but that flower's yours now.

Lilia: Hm? Why's that?

Epel: I went and lost to those guys, and now you're showing me pity…? I don't need none of that.

Lilia: Oho, what a thing to say.

Lilia: Looks like despite your fragile exterior, you've got quite the bite.

Epel: …You're one to talk.

Epel: You're about my size, and yet you just easily beat those larger guys… Who exactly are you?

Lilia: Heh, if you really want to know…

Lilia: I used to be really into fighting games. And the more I played, the more I got good at those special combos IRL.

Epel: You got that strong just by playing games?

Lilia: That's just a quip.

Epel: Huh…?

Lilia: Anyhow. I definitely like your pluck to not back down against your upperclassmen!

Lilia: Especially that first strike of yours. That was a masterstroke. With a little bit of polish, I'm sure you'll shine bright.

Epel: Do… Do you mean that?

Lilia: Indeed. There are ways for petite chaps like us to fight properly, you know.

Lilia: Here, I can teach you a thing or two.

Epel: P-Please…!

Lilia: Alright then, Tactics for the Small #1! "Maintain Your Distance"!

Lilia: It's unwise to fight bigger opponents head on. Their power will just overwhelm you.

Lilia: So the first thing you should do is maintain your distance. Avoid their strikes and wait for the right moment to hit back.

Epel: Uh… That's not really manly, though… is it?

Lilia: Just hear me out. Larger foes tend to get worked up when they face smaller and spry opponents.

Lilia: As soon as they lose their cool and swing wildly, that's your chance! Get in close and end them with one hit.

Lilia: Even better if you strike a vital point!

Epel: I get it! The bigger the foe, the bigger the target… Right?

Lilia: Exactly! Next, Tactic #2! "When up against 2 foes, hide in their shadows."

Lilia: For example, you can hide behind person A and strike at person B from their blind spot.

Lilia: This is another technique that only us with petite frames can use!

Epel: …From the way you talk about it, it doesn't actually sound too bad to be small.

Lilia: Of course, because stature doesn't determine your strength. What's important isn't the power of your swing, but how you use it. And, finally…

Lilia: You need that unbreakable fighting spirit, with just a tad bit of mischief.

Epel: Heheh… So you're saying not to fight them fair and square.

Lilia: Well, yes, because unlike sports, winning is all that matters in fights.

Epel: I'll keep that in mind. Lilia-san, thank you for the lesson.

Epel: Um… Do you think I can ask you to teach me some more fighting techniques some other time?

Lilia: Mhm. If I have the time, I can do just that.

Epel: Awesome…!

Lilia: Until then, make sure you keep working on yourself. Bye for now.

Epel: Yes, sir! Thank you!

Lilia: Khee hee hee, ah, the joys of youth～ That made me feel young again as well.

Lilia: I think I'll keep up this youthful momentum and go enjoy my afternoon, now.

Lilia: Hm…?

Lilia: Now that I think of it, I feel as though I've forgotten something important… What could it be?

[Alchemy Workshop]

Crewel: Vanrouge!! How atrociously bold of you to step into my classroom completely empty-handed.

Crewel: Where is the duskweed you need for your class experiment!?

Lilia: Ah, I knew I was forgetting something!

Crewel: Go Fetch!! Refrain from your carefree blathering, and quickly collect it!

Lilia: Right, right, I'll go right now.

Lilia: My memory must be going with my old age～ Oopsies, what a blunder.

Requested by Anonymous.

[bigklingy]

Did a sorter ages ago but thought it'd be fun to make one of these now. If there's major differences from that, it's because opinions change over time. Notes: S: -Zootopia: Loved it at the time, though I worry its politics re: cops and racism hasn't aged well. -Wreck It Ralph: Bias but gaming being acknowledged in mainstream Disney brings it this high for me. It's also a genuinely good story and characters. -Beauty and the Beast: Deserved Best Picture win. Stupid academy banning animation from it in the future. -Princess and the Frog: Based 2D animated film in the 3D era. NEEDS to be in Kingdom Hearts. -Mulan: Perfect mix of action, comedy, character development, romance. Amazing characters. -Lion King: Literally Shakespeare. -Lilo and Switch: Curse you remake, watch this instead. -Hercules: My subjective favourite but objectively can't rank it above this spot. -Tarzan: A lot of nostalgia for this one but also genuinely good. -Tangled: WAY better than I expected in every possible way. -Little Mermaid: It's good, not much else to add. A: -Hunchback: Tempted to put it in S but then there'd be another row. -Emperor's New Groove: One of the funniest things Disney's ever made, surprisingly good characters too. -Atlantis: Ranking it this high to do my part in spreading the word for underrated Disney. -Aladdin: Don't think it's as good as the other "classics" but that's not saying much. -Big Hero 6: Also a good modern one. -Treasure Planet: See Atlantis. -Sleeping Beauty: It's old, but good for its time. -Snow White: Ditto. Hard to rank the first EVER animated feature film lower. -Fantasia: Beautiful, but hard to rank a movie with no plot any higher. B: -Robin Hood: Have a TON of nostalgia for it, but objectively can't rank it above B. -Dumbo: Ditto. -Great Mouse Detective: Haven't watched it much but remember liking it every time I did. Also Sherlock Holmes. -Moana: Well animated, and some good songs, but there's some plot issues near the end. -Pocahontas: Some elements haven't aged well but there's also a lot of good moments. -Oliver and Company: Never saw this much but it's fine. Sykes is terrifying. C: -Jungle Book: It's mostly funny set-pieces with minimal plot, but its characters are decent. -Sword in the Stone: Kinda boring tbh. There's little actual King Arthur and more wacky animal adventures with Merlin. -Frozen: Not as bad as the haters say, not the masterpiece the box office numbers say. -Fantasia 2000: No other sequels are on here, why is this? For a sequel it's not bad though. -Pinocchio: Tbh I don't find the protag that likable and much of the plot is forgettable. -Cinderella: The fact that it's got, imo, the ONLY good live action remake says something. The prince literally has 3 lines. -Lady and the Tramp: I think I only watched it once as a kid and found it boring. Weirdly remember liking Scamp's Adventure MORE. D: -101 Dalmatians: Besides Cruella what even is there in this? -Alice in Wonderland: I fully admit - I was spoiled by seeing more faithful adaptations first. -The Aristocats: O'Malley is the only memorable thing in the film to me. -Peter Pan: Only watched it once but it gets bumped down to here for racism alone. -Brother Bear: The part where the protag admits he killed the bear's mother is great but everything else is meh to bad. -Home on the Range: DAME JUDI DENCH WAS IN THIS?! (Though Slim is such an absurdly dumb villain he wraps around to being hilarious. WHY didn't they go with the original plot of him trying to take over the White House with an army of hypnotized cows. Yes, that's real.) F: -Chicken Little: Haven't even watched and I still know it's F. Never Watched Tier: Both Rescuers films, Bambi, Fox and the Hound, Bolt, Meet the Robinsons, Ichabod and Mr Toad, Fun and Fancy Free, first Winnie the Pooh.

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earthbound old man tier list

S Tier: Doctor Andonuts. idc what anyone says, he is a fascinating bewilderful tragic morally dubious rubiks cube of a character, and if i think about him for longer than 10 seconds i get so emo i wanna dye my hair black and run away into the woods. he is also very funny. i would squash him like putty.

A Tier: Wess. mother 3 wouldn't be mother 3 without Wess and i'm not kidding. i love how he is written as both a terrifying abusive father and also a genuinely wise antifa ally, the duality of humanity or whatever. a bunch of his lines still give me chills to this day. especially [ this one ]

Leder as well. absolute fucking real one. imagine taking a vow of silence for the rest of your life to protect your beloved community, none of whom even can remember the sacrifices you've made for them, singlehandedly bearing a lifetime of unfathomable trauma to spare them theirs. he is atlas with the planet earth on his shoulders. yet another character who turns my brains into spaghetti-os.

B Tier: George is one of the most intriguing characters in the series. Boy, I wish Itoi took the time to actually Write him!!! so many questions, so little canon material, but my imagination does drive me a bit to madness with this guy I fear.

C Tier: the fuck do you mean Geldegarde Monotoli was super wicked evil under Giygas' influence, kidnapped Paula, took over Cartoon New York with sheer capitalist ruthlessness - then as soon as you break the Mani Mani statue he's like -tiny bichon frise sneeze- "ouuugghhh goodness gracious i'm so sorry, i don't know what came over me, i am so harmless and frail and made of pudding also" -little pekingese cough- and Paula is like "don't worry ness 👧 he was just a sweet old man all along lol!!!" nvm it's pretty funny actually

Grandpa Alec goes in C Tier too. imo he's well written in chapter 1. his reaction to grief feels really off-kilter in a strangely human & believable way, like?? he is snapping at Lucas and immediately feeling remorse, cracking jokes to try and assure Flint (and himself) everything is ok when it clearly isn't, kooky silly and also unsettling at the same time. i think people forget that he's also a messy clumsy maladjusted grieving dad, just like Flint. but after chapter 1 he kinda falls off, doesn't have much interesting to say or add to the story. i find myself kinda wishing Lucas had a closer relationship to his grandpa implied post-timeskip… oh well.

is Jonel old? his sprite doesn't look ancient but considering his attitude & his adult kids I imagine him to be in his 60's probably. i like that he's a bit of an asshole, and his moment at the prayer sanctuary implies a religious aspect to the village that's super intriguing… iirc he has a line all the way in New Pork where he trash talks Flint for still holding out hope & tryin to find Claus, and it's like?? damn, Jonel, a cunt to the bitter end!! gotta love that.

likewise Mayor Pusher is one of those Tazmily villagers who really highlights how fake & callous some of these people can be. i love the part toward the end of chapter 7 where he blabbers about how much he hates this hick town and he's so eager to leave already, and when he catches Lucas eavesdropping iirc he's rude as ever to him. what a douchebag! no wonder his son is so depressed ❤️

Nippolyte is a benign real one and I like him, even though there's not much to him.

wish Scamp did or said literally anything of note before dying. oh well

D Tier: yeah fuck Mr. Carpainter though. i don't believe for a second he was solely driven to become a cult leader by alien brainwashing alone, dude's gonna be on some MLM shit within a year mark my words

??? Tier: i don't consider Mother 3 Porky an old man, i consider him Very a forever thirteen year old trapped in a sickly grotesque disproportionaltely aging body. but if you do consider him an old man, he's in the stratosphere tier blowing up the moon

[theoutcastrogue]

Roguephonics

. "Rascals, would you live forever?" — Frederick the Great, trying with limited success to guilt-trip his soldiers to fight and kill and die for him

A is for Assassin who makes your heart stop cold B is for the Burglar who deftly picks your lock C is for the Cutpurse who swipes your gold and runs D is for the Dodger, all mischief and street smarts

E is for Enforcer who's bursting through your door F is for the Filcher who lifts coins, jewels, and all G is for the Grifter who takes you for a ride H is for Highwayman, your money or your life

I's for Infiltrator, the spy who gains your trust J is for the Jack of All Trades, master of none K is for the Knave who lacks an honest bone L is for Lawbreaker who fought the law and won

M is for the Mountebank whose swindles are an art N is for the Ne'er-Do-Well, that trouble-seeking scamp O is for the Outlaw, that outcast robber bold P is for the Pícaro who begged, borrowed, and stole

Q is for the Quack who lies and leads you on R is for the Rogue who takes the crooked road S is for the Scoundrel who's not afraid to swing T is for the Thief who swiftly palms your ring

U is for the Urchin who on barricades stood tall V is for the Vagabond who roves, rambles, and roams W is for the Waif who's cast out like a tramp X is for the X-Con who is free but wears the brand

Y is for the Yardbird who's always in the slammer Z's for daring Zorro and all dashing swashbucklers Rascals and rapscallions all, we cheat and steal and lie, and gathered here we do avow that never shall we die

[juncodraws]

Splatoon fan-posting alert!!

My Octoling-sona. Her fave weapons are the rollers and blob-lobber. She hates fighting, but loooves painting and will steam-roll whoever covers up her ink!

Her outfit under the raincoat, and 2 cozy sweater outfits.

My bf's Octoling-sona appears! He's a lil scamp, so she bandages him with her personalized bandaids. A lot.

He's also afraid of mantids, her fave insect!

Marker! I updated her coat a little so the zipper goes all the way down. And she has pockets!

I used to be an Inkling cause I liked the braid.

But I'm and Octoling now!

Pretty colors!! Ok I'm done c:

[gretahayes]

mia for the headcanon ask game !

Headcanon A: realistic

she never quite gets over flirting and making innuendos to deflect. it happens less and less but it’s a survival thing that never quite left

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

after the jason thing she picks up guns out of spite. roy doesn’t say anything about it when she asks him to teach her, he just does. she never uses them. she still likes knowing she now can.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

she runs into her father, once. he doesn’t recognize her but she recognizes him. she looks like him, she realizes, now that she’s older. she locks herself in her room and cries until she throws up and connor has to coax her out from outside the door, pleading tones and gentle reassurances. when he succeeds two days later, he takes her to the kitchen. she hasn’t eaten since then either. ollie slides a bowl of chili in front of her, mutters gruffly, “eat.” mia says she isn’t hungry. ollie tells her the least she can do after worrying them so much is eat. mia scowls and says he’s a horrible old man and trying to kill her. ollie scowls right back and says she’s an ungrateful little scamp that doesn’t appreciate true culinary mastery. connor laughs. he knows what father mia takes after.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

debate team mia...please

(ask game)