#SCAMP. starter

[mazeheart]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 ; 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 angel @fadingmadness

scamp may have been ditching his responsibilities when a pretty girl caught his eye. a sly smile grew on his lips , an idea coming to mind. when no one was paying attention , he slid directly into her path. " well , hello there. "

[starlighticarus1813]

Was thinking about the duality of Grian and Jimmy.

Grian is usually very pesky bird breaking rules (except in hermitcraft 10 as the permit office). He was struggling not to make a resistance in hc9 etc.

And I saw a YouTube comment that pointed out Jimmy is usually a law role (the sheriff, safety rat, and I think he did a police thing in evo)

They’re diametrically opposed in these themes but they’re pretty consistent like giving “do you think we’re friends in every universe” so I thought of the life series.

Once again they’re on opposite sides of a conflict albeit not like they want to be.

The Watcher and the Canary.

One fated to always die first in the game orchestrated by the other.

[piratefairycaptain]

closed starter for @scamperoo location: deville halloween party

It was only because she’d known in advance what they’re costumes would be that Zarina was able to recognize her friend, his normal curly hair gelled and combed back into a completely different look than anything he’d ever wear on his own. Coming up behind the boy with her drink in hand, she doesn’t hesitate to reach her foot out and give his leg a halfhearted little kick. Any other greeting would be far too affectionate for her liking. “You do know Elvis was like a major piece of shit, right?” she starts off the conversation, the thought she had wanted to share earlier when Angelica had shared what they’d be going as. But she didn’t want to upset the blonde, actually liking her more than she would have expected. Now though, with just Scamp by himself, she felt far more free to share her true opinions. “He was like borderline abusive and almost all of his hits were stolen from black artists. Is this your way of subtly trying to tell us all you’re actually a racist asshole?” It wasn’t something she actually thought of the boy, but it was too much fun to poke and prod to see how he’d react.

[dogmovesout]

closed starter for @scamperoo location: outside deare house, day after attack

Having dropped the blonde healing girl off with Hades and explained everything that she had told him before he’d rendered her unconscious and sedated her, Tristan really had nothing else planned for the rest of the night. He was free to do as he wished, and though he could have stuck around and watched the incoming interrogation, he decided against it. Not because he gave a shit, no, but well… there was a part of the younger girl that reminded him a bit of his own daughters… and that wasn’t something he wanted to think about for too long. Though once the thought of his kids was in his head, there was no getting them out of it. Which led him down the familiar drive towards the house he had once called his home. His wife’s car wasn’t in the driveway, so he assumed she was likely out - which wasn’t a surprise, though he was equal parts relieved and annoyed that he wouldn’t get the chance to see her. But Scamp’s beat up van was parked in its usual spot on the street right in front of the house, so he knew he’d at least be seeing somebody as he walked up to the front door and did something somewhat shocking of him, rang the doorbell and waited for one of the kids to answer.

Like he had thought, it was his son that threw the door open and stepped outside quickly, shutting him out from even having a chance to attempt to get inside. Which was fine, Tristan didn’t need to see the house - he could have this conversation right outside just as well. “Hey kid,” he greets with a grin, hands still in the air from when he’d thrown them up the moment he’d seen the anger in Scamp’s eyes. “Just here to talk and check in on all of ya. Don’t get your panties in a twist, I’m not gonna do anything.” Or at least, he didn’t plan to do anything - once he potentially heard the news that Annette had been hurt, well that might change.

[blueberrydot]

closed starter for @scamperoo location: dreyfus office buildings

Being the second daughter of the Dreyfus family had its handful of pros and cons, which Dot had learned how to navigate over the years. Working through the cons and taking advantage of the pros whenever necessary, like right now as she entered the office building of her family’s company with ease. There was no need to stop and make her presence known, no one needed to be alerted that she was here, she could simply slip in and out as she pleased - which was exactly what she needed right now. Normally she only ever set foot in the building in search of her sister, but that wasn’t quite the case today. In fact, she didn’t even want Atta to know that she was here at all - it was a different employee she was after. One she had only ever spoken to once before and honestly hardly enjoyed the company of, but she was feeling a bit desperate and it felt as though there was quite literally no one else she could turn to for help. And miraculously she crossed him without having to ask for any help, his familiar head of curly hair making it easy to notice him as he walked down the hall. “Scamp,” she called out, picking up her pace to catch up with him. “Do you have a minute to talk?”

[ladylilah]

closed starter for @scamperoo location: lilah's house

At the sound of the front door opening, on instinct Lilah found herself tensing on the couch and waiting in a moment of terrified horror for who would be entering her house. Thankfully it was just her youngest daughter, rushing in and up the stairs in a flash, ignoring her mother’s call of greeting and asking if she was alright. That in itself wasn’t too surprising, Lilah far used to Colette’s cold shoulder. But what was a bit of a shock was seeing another familiar figuring following behind at a slower pace. “Sammy?” she asks, a bit foolishly considering she knows for a fact that it is indeed her only son. The question was though - just what was he doing here? Obviously he had been with his sister or was dropping her off from wherever she may have been on her own, and neither of those two potential situations came without some kind of trouble. As much as she wished she didn’t have to worry over the two spending time together, Lilah knew realistically though that Colette would never just willingly hang out with Scamp without a reason. Standing from her spot on the couch, she made her way to meet the boy halfway, glancing back up the stairs after where her daughter had run and wondering if she needed to intervene. “What happened? Where were you guys? Is she okay?”

[darlingdeare]

closed starter for @scamperoo location: lilah's house

While she knew that reaching out to her daughter and grandchildren was a risk, one that could backfire and only make the entire situation ten times worse, tonight Darlene was willing to take that chance after months of practically radio silence from the majority of them. Perhaps the extra confidence was thanks to the two extra martinis she had allowed herself to indulge in at the latest debutant planning meeting, or maybe she was just tired of being cut out of the family that she had been the one to build in the first place. But either way, whatever the reason may be, she was here, parking outside of the old Tramp house and marching right up to the door. Her knuckles pounded harshly on the door followed by a double pressing of the doorbell, ensuring whoever was inside wouldn’t be able to just ignore her. And she knew someone was there, thanks to the lights glowing through the window of the living area and kitchen.

When the door finally opened, her forced smile brightened into something a bit more genuine at the sight of her grandson. On instinct, one that came from having dealt with enough of her children and grandchildren’s attitudes over the last forty years, Darlene stuck her foot out to stop the door that as she had assumed was quick to be reshut. “Now Samuel, is that any way to greet your grandmother?” she patronizes, smile twisting into a dramatic frown as she pushes the door back open again with surprising strength and forces her way into the house. “Is your mother or sisters here as well? Or is it just you home tonight?” Either answer would do, she didn’t mind who all she saw, but she wanted to know what she should be expecting at least.

[barrelbrandon]

closed starter for @scamperoo location: scamp's sibling mixer

It likely wasn’t the smartest move he could make, sitting himself down next to Annette’s older brother, but Brandon has always been more of a rip the bandaid off kind of guy. This whole waiting and just lingering on the side while he knew someone was so close by just hating him was almost painful in a way. And Barrel figured the only way to fix it was to try to clear up the air some. “Hey Scamperoo,” he greets, bearing his usual dopey grin as if nothing was wrong. The best way to get things back to normal was pretending like they already were. Or at least, that’s what he liked to think. “Thanks for hosting this. It’s kinda really cool that you’ve got so many siblings. I wish I could have done something like this with my sisters, but I don’t really remember if we ever did.” They in fact had not, primarily because the last time Barrel had seen his sisters was back when he was ten and actually lived with his family. He hadn’t seen or heard from either his siblings or parents since the day they dropped him off on Echo Isle.

[paintingtoulouse]

closed starter for @scamperoo location: flo's diner

After what he considered to be a successful meeting with his new kinda step-mother, any worries Toulouse really had about meeting any of the other Tramp kids had almost completely faded away. If their mom was as chill as she had been, they had to be cool too, right? Or at least not completely pissed about the sudden announcement that they had three new half-siblings. And the fact that one of them had already reached out to meet up had to be a good sign right? Those were all the reassuring thoughts Toulouse kept telling himself as he made his way to the diner where he was supposed to be meeting up with his new brother. Upon entering the building it only took a quick glance around for him to pick out Scamp. Though he had never seen him before, it was obvious from just one look that the two were related. Scarily so, almost.

“Dude… we really are brothers,” he says as soon as he’s at the booth, not even giving the other boy a chance to introduce himself first or anything. He couldn’t help it, the resemblance was just too striking and shocking. But it only took a second for the manners his mother had tried so hard to instill in all of her children kicked in and Toulouse realized he was being rude. “Oh, I mean. Bonjour, I’m Toulouse. But I think you probably already figured that out. It’s Scamp, right?” Or at least that’s what he had said his name was over the text, even though his mother had only referred to him as Sam.

[bugsnackdeville]

closed starter for @scamperoo location: angelica's birthday party

There was a small part of Phil’s brain that knew this might be a bad idea. He remembered back when they were younger the way Scamp always seemed so protective over his sisters - a fact that he can’t imagine has really changed much, especially not after all the drama that had been going on within his family. But still, it seems more silly than anything else to think that he’d have a problem with him now. All he’d done was date his sister for a bit, and make a sex tape with her that was still up and running for the entire public to watch – but really, what was the big deal about that? Their mother already knew about it all and she hadn’t tried to kill Phil, so why would Scamp act any differently? At least, that’s what he was telling himself as he approached the other boy. “Sup man,” he greets with a grin and a clap on his old friend’s shoulder. “You and Angelica back together or something? I thought you might have learned your lesson when you ran for the hills. Which was stupid in a lot of ways, you know, but smart getting away from Pickles over there.” It was a stupid comment, a joke that likely wasn’t going to sit well with the boy, but Phil was a stupid guy… could he really be blamed for saying the wrong thing so early on in the conversation?

[mazeheart]

[ jordan fisher ] i just saw that SCAMP arrived in mystic, ct ! they’re TWENTY - THREE and a CANON character from LADY & THE TRAMP 2: SCAMP'S ADVENTURE. however, you might want to check first because while they’ve been here THREE MONTH they BELIEVE they have been here their whole lives. make sure to make them feel right at home.

[flynnstopher]

closed starter for @scamperoo location: deare house

Ever since his night of drinking with Angel, there had been quite a lot on Flynn’s mind. Mostly it all revolved around his blonde roommate, but from time to time thoughts of Scamp came flying in along with a dreadful feeling of guilt for having potentially outed the other boy to his best friend. Not that he had known that was what he was doing - but his good intentions didn’t change the fact that it’s what had happened. And then, to find out only like a day later that he’d been shot during the time that Flynn had been out casually dropping their past to someone who had no idea about it… Well, that only made the guilt grow. It took him a few hours to finally work up the nerve to give the boy a visit, not sure if he’d even be welcomed during a time like this, but well, he wanted Scamp to hear what happened from him - not Angel or anyone else. 

It was strange, seeing where Scamp grew up and being greeted by his mother when he showed up at his childhood home. For a bit there, Flynn had almost forgotten that he had a whole ass family and real life he’d run away from back when they had been together. Almost everyone he had run with back then were either orphans or grew up in the life of crime, it was hard to imagine anyone else that had been in that scene having any other kind of background. But here he was, surrounded by proof of Scamp’s seemingly happy childhood. It was unnerving, but Flynn tried not to focus on it as he approached the boy laying on the couch. “Sup man?” he greets, forcing a smile that didn’t betray any of his real concerns. “So this is where the Scampster grew up, huh? Gotta admit, I’m finally a bit jealous of you.”

[outoftheirdifferences]

Open starter?

She knew she shouldn't. Still, when she'd been rummaging through the overturned trash can and found a fancy collar with its license still attached, Angel had lost herself for a moment. A symbol of the home and family that she so longed for... clearly it wasn't meant to be in the trash, but that was neither here nor there. Before she'd really thought it through, she was slipping the thing on over her head. The weight of the tag, one that she was passingly familiar with but hadn't experience for oh so long, nestled against her breastbone, and for just a moment Angel allowed herself to get carried away in her fantasies.

Heart in her throat for a moment, she turned to the nearest reflective surface, expecting just for a moment for her reflection to take the form of a smart, happy house-dog staring back at her, a mirror into a life she could never have...

Instead, she saw only a filthy, scruffy street puppy playing dress-up.

Immediately disgusted with herself, Angel pulled back from the reflection. She felt stupid, what had she expected, what was she even doing? As much as she might wish and dream, she could never belong in such a life; and if the weight of the collar felt comfortable, well, it wasn't an honour that she deserved to wear anyway.

She sighed heavily.

Then, suddenly, her ears pricked up. She could hear the sound of someone approaching, paw pads on the ground... and it belatedly occurred to Angel just how dead she would be if Buster or anyone from the pack saw her like this. Wrapping her jaws around the collar, she tried to rip it off, but it got caught on her matted fur, she couldn't get it back over her head--

So it was a relief when the approaching figure resolved itself into someone other than who she had been dreading. Still feeling embarrassed and ashamed of herself, Angel nonetheless let the collar drop back into place for a moment.

"Don't ask. Please."

[dogmovesout]

closed starter: @scamperoo location: outside deare household

Standing down the street of the house that he had once called home, the one that he had picked out with his wife to raise their children in together, the oh so familiar bitterness filled Tristan’s mouth as he watched and waited for someone to step out into the night. This wasn’t how things should be going - he shouldn’t have to hide in the shadows of the street and watch his family from afar like he had no place with them anymore. It was bullshit and they all knew it. How could they not see how horrible this whole situation was? How could they think it was fair or right to treat him like this? Downing the last of his beer, he threw the bottle onto the ground without a care of where the broken glass went flying. It was as he turned to reach into his car for another drink that he finally heard a front door open. Now he had been hoping to see one of the girls, be it his wife herself or one of their daughters, so there was a brief moment of disappointment when a head of familiar curls walked out instead, but Tristan was quick to ignore it and move forward anyway.

“Scamp,” he shouted to catch the boy’s attention as he jogged the distance a few houses over from where his car was parked on the other side of the street. He held both of his hands up in the air, the beer still held tight in the one and the other laid open and empty. “I just want to talk - that’s all. No games, no ulterior motives - just a talk.” It was true, for once Tristan was here without any other reasoning other than simply missing his family. He hadn’t even meant to show up like this, but he’d been drinking and driving around and next thing he knew he was outside his old home, wanting nothing more than to go back to how things used to be and walk right in like everything was fine. But that wasn’t possible, so instead he had to take what he could get - which meant taking them by surprise like this.

[ladylilah]

closed starter for @scamperoo location: deare household, thanksgiving dinner

The evening had wrapped up fairly nicely, and Lilah was getting ready to face the daunting task of cleaning everything up and facing the loneliness she knew would start to sink in as soon as all of her children were gone - but it seemed like the eldest of her kids had a different plan for her. Ellie had already left and the other girls were already upstairs in their room, so she had just assumed that Scamp would have taken off as well. Yet here he was, packing away leftovers in the kitchen like this was something he did every year. “Sammy, you know you don’t have to do that,” she reminds him, moving closer to take the tupperware out of his hands and set it down on the counter in front of them. It was sweet and heartwarming that he wanted to help, but she knew he had better things to do than worry about any of this. “Unless you were just going to pack some for yourself to take, in which case go right on ahead. Though, I already have two plates worth of food packed for Dom and Zarina that I wanted you to take to them, so don’t worry about getting anything for them.” Before they’d even started eating she had set those portions aside, feeling fairly confident she’d have enough leftovers anyway for Scamp’s housemates to have but still not wanting to take the risk of something running out.

Moving to get to the fridge and pulling out the big container that held both of their wrapped up plates, Lilah set it down on an empty space of counter and gave it a little tap for flourishment. “And if you want anything for Angelica, take that as well,” she suggests, having accounted for the blonde as well when she had decided on her portion sizes of everything. “I just wasn’t sure what she’d want after eating with her own family.” It was like cooking for a small army, the amount of people she had on her list of potentially needing to feed this holiday, but Lilah wouldn’t have it any other way. She was a mother after all, and not just for her biological children but for anyone that had any intertwinement in her life - it just came natural to her to provide for them all.

[jainydoe]

OK i wanted to draw smth for every prompt of the song list that @aldisobey tagged me in but maybe down the line here we go i'm running with isha

Event that defines your character's past: i am the body beautiful, salt-n-pepa spotify | youtube -

yeah i mean what more is there to say, i think in his "youth" he was a scamp who spent his days being a nepo baby and playing dress up

How your character sees themselves: reignbreaker, djerv spotify | youtube

ok ok so for starters i'm obsessed with this song and more to the point obsessed with djerv she's maybe my favorite modern artist and the way her music sounds is how I want my work to be ingested it's like gravelly and aggressive and neon and white hot ugh i'm in love with her anyway this song is exactly how isha feels about himself like he's some robin hood hero of the seas taking from the rich and giving to his crew if he watched game of thrones he'd be like Ok so I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of the Meereen, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, and the Mother of Dragons and Isabela would be like Yeah for sure

it'd probably look smth like this:

How others view them: verbatim, mother mother spotify | youtube

and it's mainly because he does, in fact, wear women's underwear. They also see him as a loose cannon, no pun intended, in all aspects. There's a certain untouchability to his blatant, like, palpability? Dangerously languid? Am I making sense?

Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic): twilight, boa spotify | youtube

you know what, I've been mulling over this a lot, and I wanna say it'd be bellara but the truth is it'd be claudia (idc i'm blending the multiverse) and I think he'd watch her relationship unfold with emmrich and really not know how to feel about it. But I also don't think it's something he'd ever unpack. He'd probably just grit his teeth and be like wow I'm so Happy for you both Hahaha and only really complain about her settling down and not being around to join the crew on expeditions, meanwhile he's like unable to sleep because he keeps having nightmares of her in the water luring him overboard and he wants to save her but something keeps dragging her under and when he jumps in after her he starts drowning and that's when he wakes up it probably means nothing

A major fight scene: svarteboka, gate/djerv spotify | youtube

yeah so what I'm putting two djerv songs because this shit is Swashbuckling

End credits song: find yourself, jacco gardner spotify | youtube

this is what I think it sounds like after the events of veilguard for him. To me, this song sounds like growing up but that child part of you clinging on for dear life. I think Isha's someone who's been playing a part for everyone in his life since he can remember and now he just wants to be alone for a while and figure out who the fuck he is sans the ship

this was my favorite ask to do omg I had so much fun @caffeinatedmunchkin @thepalehorsevictoria @volkoss @emmg + anyone who wants to!! please tag me I wanna learn about ur ocs!!