#amy pimling

[puffzoge]

amy art

[dvcky-duck]

more Victorian era Smiling Friends ^U^

[cosmo-shell]

I thought of this ship a few years ago and i think it still goes hard

[misusing-basic-words]

Critter girlies

[domplercore]

some more

[abbyfromsmilingfriends]

I posted this on my main on accident so I’m gonna post it here too :3

“Family Dinner”

[quinnonscience]

Family dinner

[irraddiated]

[catgirlweed]

obligatory baby spinoff

[kindheart525]

Playing with the idea that Pim was still in touch with his family when he was just starting out as a father. He only visited his family on rare occasions back then, but part of him hoped that maybe his little ones would get an extended family who would love them more than they loved him. But he quickly realized that wasn’t going to happen and that he was setting the kids up for trauma every time he brought them around his family, so he made the difficult decision to cut contact altogether. It was one thing when he was single and childless and the only one getting hurt was himself, but now he’s responsible for two (at this point) new lives who he refuses to put through the same heartache.

Nowadays, Kip and Ell don’t remember this time and the twins never knew their grandparents at all (and they definitely should not meet them lol). Every now and then Pim wonders if things could have been different, especially with how much Kip resembles his estranged sister. But he knows it’s best to keep that door closed, to start over and break the cycle. He’s made his own family with his children and his best friends and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[cactyswhy]

man these really smile my friends

birthed by me and the clowns @yogurrrttt et @pertabor

[dvcky-duck]

some doodly doodle doodlies

they're all so sillayy I luv theem

[plopshoe]

mspaint crayon brush my beloved 🖍

[universallydestinytaco]

The Little Smiling Mermaid (Chapter 11)

Behold: the Pimling family trident, passed down from generation-to-generation. /JK (Sorry I didn’t have time to whip up a proper illustration this week)

It’s kinda-sorta late but I didn’t want to rush this chapter, especially since I didn’t want to disrupt the story flow or have the more serious moments displayed here come off as awkward or badly paced. Thank you all for your patience.

TW: Unstable/Toxic Family Dynamics + Domestic Abuse During Flashback

Back at that humble little island full of many a man’s trash which would serve as the treasure trove of one, Graham Nelly and Glep hung out while waiting for Alan to return with an update how their favorite, feisty little redhead was doing in the land critter world. The two dined upon an unusual snack consisting of chopped mangos, scrambled seagull eggs and summer sausage from one of the many shipwreck crates left on the island, all wrapped in a toasted seaweed roll with the eggs in particular seasoned with a blend of crushed dried hibiscus and chili powder, also from one of the crates. “Don’t tell Alan but if he doesn’t show up in 10 minutes, I’m eating his, but I’ll make another so he won’t know.” Glep snickered at the scenario. While Glep was happy for his childhood friend, he started to miss Pim, perhaps even worry about him considering he only had a few days to officially win Prince Charlie’s heart, but the little guppy knew well that couldn’t stay by Pim’s side all the way for obvious reasons, so he stayed at Graham’s island to take his mind off his troubles.

About five minutes later, someone would arrive on the island, just the one person they least expected: it was Damien, looking particularly shaken and stirred like a well-done martini. Glep hissed and growled like a cat at Damien, remembering how he did Pim dirty for so long; While Graham Nelly hadn’t seen another member of the royal family beyond Pim in years, he knew from what Pim had told him how everything progressively worsened since the last time they where all together but refrained from bringing anything negative up for the sake of keeping the peace. “Hey man, what’s up? Long time no see.” Damien, who hadn’t realized the island was occupied, gave the two an exasperated look, sighing and giving his overwhelmed self a minute before giving his cousin and the pissed-off guppy the long-story short.

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While Pim had just started his grand adventure on land with his new legs, meanwhile in Meeplantica, the entire kingdom dearly missed their spunky, rebellious mermaid princess, and while the remaining royals where keeping up appearances as usual, nobody could deny that things where weird right now.

Damien had to sit through yet-another uncomfortable family dinner, only this time around, his cheery littlest “sister” wasn’t around to try and start a light-hearted conversation to ease the tension. Amy prodded her steamed coral with great apathy as Queen Beatrice didn’t even look at King Steven in the eye once that night since he and Damien returned home, turning her attention to her seaglass goblet holding her 3rd serving of hibiscus wine. That pecant toxic energy was unbearably festering moreso than usual, as it was only a matter of time until the steaming kettle they call: “I’ve had it up to here with this bullshit!” would boil over. Seven minutes into dinner, Queen Beatrice finally broke the deafening silence by calmly if not solemnly asking her husband and eldest: “Did either of you find our little Pimling yet?” King Pimling only replied to his wife by brushing off question as if he found a mere plankton on his coral only to pick it off. As for Damien, he was too scared to even utter a single word as he reluctantly resumed polishing off his plate. Queen Beatrice’s downtrodden disposition quickly turned into an annoyance that demanded answers and she wasn’t just going to be pushed aside or shut down by her husband again. She looked square at her husband in the eye and with a balance of tranquil, she demanded a specific answer. “Did you two find Pimberly or not?” King Steven’s stone-cold poker face of a cool facade was starting to show cracks in the form of a bulging vein on his forehead and a twitching eye with gritted teeth muttering: “Who gives a shit?” “Excuse me?!” Queen Beatrice asked as her eyes widened in outrage, that’s when King Steven doubled-down on his apathy: “I’m trying to eat in peace, back off woman.” Queen Beatrice immediately flipped her sand dollar on him, delivering a flaming-hot rant peppered with theatric screaming and crying about how it was all his fault and he alone chased their “baby girl” away while King Steven fired back how she was always at odds with her youngest. As the argument heated up, Amy could only stair blankly at her dinner in a numb disposition as she didn’t even notice that Damien already swam away from the scene, presumably to get away from the racket, and just in time for it to escalate with Queen Beatrice letting her husband have it by throwing a bottle of whine at her husband while venting out her many frustrations with their relationship (it’s a whole-ass laundry list), King Pimling smirked, smugly gloating: “I’ll zap your ass into a pile of ash, just watch me-” as he reached for his trident, he swore he had it right beside him but suddenly it wasn’t where it was supposed to be. King Steven looked around for his trident while muttering curse words to himself as if he was a commoner whom misplaced the keys to their house. “Oh, so you don’t seem to care if our baby is gone but you’re annoyed when your glorified dining fork is out of place?!” “Shut the hell up! That trident’s belonged to my grandfather you hear?! It’s a bloody family heirloom! Something that erratic barnacle between your ears can’t seem to grasp!” Queen Beatrice epically clapped back at her nasty husband: “Oh, boo-hoo, little Stevie lost his gilded pacifier, now he’s gonna throw yet-another temper tantrum!”, complete with a “crocodile tears” gesture as the icing on the cake, or in this case, the crumble-top on the humble pie.

As one could tell by how King Steven’s face was turning as red as the steamed coral, that last remark REALLY left a crack in his otherwise-in breakable armor. The humiliated king roared in unbridled fury as he sprinted towards his wife with the audaciously barbaric intent of pouncing on her, with the Queen no longer afraid of her imbecile of a husband and ultimately steeling herself by wielding a chair she was about to toss at him…except the clash of the royals didn’t get to happen, as King Steven was spontaneously stopped in his tracks by an explosion of light striking him back, taking Queen Beatrice and Amy by surprise at the spontaneous ball of light that faded away like a foggy smoke, revealing the old bastard that was now trapped in a block of ice, frozen-solid except for his blinking eyes of disbelief. Queen Beatrice and Princess Amy turned around to see Damien fleeing out of the palace with his fathers’ trident in his hands, swimming as fast as he could before any vigilant royal guards could catch him.

~

“…It’s not like my father’s awful behavior needs to be further enabled by this thing anyways, so I agreed to Grim that I’d swipe the trident for him in exchange for Pim’s stay on land being extended.” Damien concluded his tale, with Graham and Glep shocked by the turn of events. “I’m honestly surprised that you managed to slip away with the trident WITHOUT getting yourself killed?!” Graham spat out, admiring the guts his cousin had to stand up to his father in such a bold way, Glep on the other hand was feeling more conflicted as a nagging feeling at the back of the guppy’s reminding him how if Pim did the same thing, Damien would have just ratted the latter out. Little did everyone realize that while Damien explained his reason for visiting, Alan had already arrived back after his own crazy adventure and just when he was just about to drop the update on Pim, he scuttled into the picture as Damien got to the juicy part of his reason for dropping in on the island. Upon letting it all sink in, Alan’s jaw dropped to the sand. “Oh hey Alan, glad you came back in time for dinner!” Graham Nelly awkwardly blurted in a failed attempt to pause the drama.

Alan’s shock would turn into outrage, as he blew up at Damien for his reckless stunt. “HAVE YOU LOST ALL RHYME AND REASON?! King Steven’s a tyrant with that trident but absolutely NO ONE has any business swiping that thing in the first place, LET ALONE GIVING IT TO THE SEA WITCH, DAMIEN YOU FIRST-CLASS TWIT!” Damien rolled his eyes at Alan, sassing back: “Yeah, Mr. High-and-Mighty Lobster, like my baby sister wasn’t none-the-wiser making a deal with Grim in the first place, landing me in this web of discord.” Alan growled in frustration, firing back: “I know Pim didn’t make the best decision but GODDAMN IT, DAMIEN! What other choices did he have to get away from a family that treated him like utter crap yet tried to force him back in anyways?! You’re STILL that holier-than-thou spoiled brat who meddle with shit that isn’t even any of your business yet blame the person whose life YOU kept ruining! HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?!” The lobster’s harsh-yet-truthful words stung Damien’s conscious like a scorpion to the hand of some poor sap who tried to wrangle it; Had it not been for his own neglect of Pim’s emotional needs to save his own skin, or throwing him under the bus for appeasing his parents, Pim wouldn’t have had to felt like taking such a wild risk as to trust the shady figure that was Grim in the first place. “You’re correct, I have been a terrible older brother, and I don’t have anyway one to blame for my own actions other than myself.” Damien admitted, his shoulders slouched and his head down in shame. “But I have to fill in my end of the bargain, for Pim’ sake.” Alan, wanting the best for Pim but still suspicious over Grim’s want of the trident, came up with a unique solution. “What if we gave him the trident, but also actually didn’t?” Damien shook his head in confusion, asking: “Come again?” Alan explained, “We can use the trident to craft a dummy version to trick Grim into thinking it’s the real deal, so you can go back to Meeplantica to return the real trident and smooth things over claiming that it was Grim disguised as you or something!” Alan hastily spat out. Damien wasn’t sure how well this plan would work but it was worth giving a shot.

Chapter 12 drops in two weeks, hopefully on time next time. Goodnight y’all, gonna go back to sleep.

[domplercore]

[bea-beast2007]

The Pimling siblings