#tom lockjaw

[monstrousturtles]

Older art, featuring Malicia off-her-shit Macawber.

[angstphilosophy]

honestly just wanted another excuse to draw tom lockjaw

text reads,

"He's middle-aged, but I want him."

[illiardbilliard]

My Darkwing Duck reboot, featuring Dickie Lee Paperetta

[out-of-context-darkwingduck]

[trishabeakens]

Here's my Comet Guy I guess, since no one really does anything with the guy. So I redesigned him awhile back. His real name is Calvin Golding and he's a Superman parody. He works as a journalist with Tom Lockjaw. He's kinda showy and egotistical as Comet Guy.

[laytonnpcbracket]

Welcome to the Layton NPC Showdown!

This is a bracket to determine which of the many memorable NPCs from across the Professor Layton games are the greatest.

GAMES INCLUDED: Every game except LBMR. Eternal Diva characters are also not included here.

WHAT COUNTS AS AN NPC?: Anyone who doesn't have a puzzle animation. Characters excluded are Layton, Luke, Flora, Clive, Emmy, Randall, Aurora, Des, Espella, Phoenix, Maya, Katrielle, Ernest, Sherl, Hastings, and Emiliana.

WILL THERE BE NOMINATIONS?: Nope! Every NPC will be included.

WHAT ABOUT THE LAYTONMOBILE/MOLENTARY EXPRESS?: No vehicles. Not characters.

WHAT ABOUT THE PUZZLE LADS/LASSES?: I only plan on including characters that we can speak to in-game, so no Puzzle Lads or Lasses. Sorry to the people who like them 😔

WHICH CHARACTERS ARE INCLUDED, THEN?: Anyone who isn't an exception listed above that is in the profiles of the game! A full list is enclosed below.

WHEN WILL THE TOURNAMENT START?: More information forthcoming on that! I have to seed the bracket first :)

WHY IS NAIYA YOUR ICON?: In my opinion, she's one of the more underrated NPCs of the series. I'll probably cycle through some of the ones I have available to me right now.

WHAT CRITERIA SHOULD I VOTE ON?: Whatever makes you happy :)

ARE ALTER EGOS SEPERATE CHARACTERS?: No. For instance, Ratman is not included because his secret identity is in the tournament.

US OR UK NAMES?: I will try to make available as many names for the NPCs as possible! Which includes their Japanese names and as many names in the localizations as I am able to obtain from the wiki and my own sources. I'll probably reliably have the English (both versions where applicable), Japanese, and French names for every character when I do the bracket rounds. The list below however is entirely in English.

And now for a list of the entries! I didn't check all of these for inconsistencies, but I attempted to ascertain that I used the US versions. Some of them might be UK versions though because that's the version of the game I have (specifically Diabolical Box NPCs and Last Specter NPCs -- I know some of their US names but not all).

Franco

Stachenscarfen

Ingrid

Percy

Marco

Ramon

Matthew

Lady Dahlia Reinhold

Gordon Reinhold

Simon Reinhold

Claudia

Beatrice

Deke

Agnes

Pauly

Crouton

Flick

Rodney

Chelmey

Lucy

Zappone

Gerard

Jarvis

Adrea

Pavel

Crumm

Prosciutto

Archibald

Sylvain

Martha

Giuseppe

Augustus Reinhold

Granny Riddleton

Don Paolo

Bruno

Andrew Schrader

Anton Herzen

Katia Anderson

Sophia

Mr. Anderson

Beluga

Sammy Thunder

Macaroon

Chester

Babette

Tom

Ilyana

Geoff

Garland

Nigel

Jacques

Barton

Grousley

Steve

Capone

Mitzi

Lili

Sally

Marjorie

Conrad

Karla

Romie

Dorothea

Clabber

Oscar

Nick

Gabe

Balsa

Wurtzer

Lopez

Laurel

Parcelle

Lulu

Albert

Madeline

Remy

Angus

Kostya

Dylan

Joseph

Rory

Lila

Damon

Felix

Niles

Duke

Hopper

Olson

Derby

Dawson

Joanie

Krantz

Grinko

Marina

Opal

Ray

Gregorio

Narice

Gertie

Hamster

Precious

Winston

Claire

Dimitri Allen

Bill Hawks

Spring

Cogg

Dean Delmona

Shipley

Puzzlette

Beasley

Parrot

Subject 3

Bostro

Family Goon

Lockjaw

Splinters

Marzano

Layman

Fisheye

Silky

Shmelmey

Shmarton

Ward

Smith

Florence

Vito

Art

Niklaus

Anita

Alfie

Hazel (UF)

Adeline

Max

Becky

Margaret

Pallard

Dupree

Natalia

Harold

Horace

Hardy

Cuthbert

Segal

Catanova

Rosetta

Colby

Rudolph

Misha

Dylan

Viv

Pepper

Checker

Avogadro

Maya (UF)

Myrtle

Belle

Graham

Slate

Ernest (UF)

Berta

Minnie

Paige

Raleigh

Beacon

Mark

Rosa

Grosky

Keats

Clark Triton

Brenda Triton

Arianna Barde

Tony Barde

Doland Noble

Levin Jakes

Loosha

Toppy

Crow

Marilyn

Roddy

Scraps

Tweeds

Wren

Socket

Louis

Badger

Aldus

Charlie

Jasmine

Bucky

Fische

Beth

Mido

Clarence

Joe

Molly

Marion

Browne

Hugo

Dominica

Paddy

Brock

Aunt Taffy

Shackwell

Greppe

Goosey

Mimi

Hans Jakes

Maggie

Yamada

Sean

Olga

Finch

Sebastian

Cornelius

Chappy

Hannah

Mick

Colby

Monica

Thomas

Nate

Ewan

Chief Engineer

Naiya

Chippe

Bram

Ghent

Nordic

Gilbert

Roland Layton

Lucille Layton

Henry Ledore

Angela Ledore

Alphonse Dalston

Leonard Bloom

Sheffield

Billson

Mrs Ascot

Pascal

Guy

Lapushka

Gustav

Gonzales

Drake

Tyrone

Sterling

Mordy

Collette

Maurice

Juggles

Puck

Yukkles

Murphy

Cookie

Tanya

Firth

Madelaine

Stumble

Artie

Michelle

Nils

Frankie

Conner

Humbert

Policeman (MM)

Yuming

Esther

Lionel

Doug

Mr. Collins

Leon Bronev

Raymond

Prima

Harald

Donna

Mascha

Georg

Mackintosh

Solveig

Erik

Hazel (AL)

Igor

Sonya

Moos

Larisa

Karpin

Boris

Dariya

Pavlova

Carmichael

Amelie Chelmey

Policeman (AL)

Tommy

Morel

Chestnut

Amanita

Blewitt

Chanterelle

Button

Lepidella

Bud

Javier

Benny

Miranda

Martine

Barbara

Ruby

Scarlett

Flint

Old Red

Jesse

Derringer

Julien

Romilda

Sheppard

Piet

Felicia

Rik

Beatrix

Umid

Banu

Dana

Temir

Mehri

Nassir

Adler

Robin

Macaw

Plover

Grouse

Gannet

Swift

Carmine Accidenti

Olivia Aldente

Allan

Bardly

Zacharias Barnham

Newton Belduke

Birdly

Boistrum

Cecil

Cinderellia

Constantine

Cracker

Cutter

Darklaw

Dewey

Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil

Patty Eclaire

Eve (cat)

Flynch

Foxy

Jean Greyerl

Hoot

Judge

Kira

Knight Captain

Knightle

Lottalance

Lyewood

Lettie Mailer

Balmung

Mary

Muffet

Muggs

Ridelle Mystere

Nozey

Petal

Petter

Ms Primstone

Emeer Punchenbaug

Robbs

Old Rootie

Rouge

Servius

Shakey

Johnny Smiles

Snowy

Storyteller

Tuggit

Price

Wordsmith

Pipper Lowonida

Phineas Barnone

Madame Doublée

Liza Wight

Grant Sloans

Cesar Chance

Mustafa Fulhold

Hans Lipski

Aleks Lipski

Maverick D. Rector

Seymore Fraymes

The Major

Eddie Torre

Hayes

Maid

Wooooster

Bianca Teller

Security Guard

Shadee

Taboras Lloyd

Douglas Dert

Ratboy

Mo Heecan

Mrs Slow the Tailor

Midas Pullman

Declan Swabber

Abel Seamon

Felicity Hastings

Gene Ohm

Billy Kidd

Royall Britannias

Clover Pryce

PC Beate

DC Booker

Waiter

Séan Butchin

Bo Bells

Hessie Tate

Benjy

Bess

Keane Fisher

Bob Bracket

Stripey

Patch

Cat

Yapper

Gudrun Weldon

[singeratlarge]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Desi Arnaz, Benedict of Nursia, Moe Berg, Ed Bournemann, Dale Bozzio, Larry Carlton, Karen Carpenter, John Cowsill, Daniel Craig, John Cullum, Eddie “Lockjaw” Davis, Maxwell Street, Jimmy Davis, Becky G, Rory Gallagher, John Gardner, Mikhail Gorbachev, Laird Hamilton, Sam Houston, Bryce Dallas Howard, John Irving, Jennifer Jones, Léon Jongen, Jon Bon Jovi, Orrin Keepnews, the 1933 film KING KONG, Papa Lightfoot, BarBara Luna, Madonna’s 1989 single “Like a Prayer,” Chris Martin, Gates McFadden, drummer-producer Tony Meehan (The Shadows), Method Man, Wolfgang Muthspiel, Lauraine Newman, Jay Osmond, Ethan Peck, Elvis Presley’s 1956 single “Lawdy Miss Clawdy,” Luke Pritchard (The Kooks), Dottie Rambo, Red Saunders, Dennis Seaton (Musical Youth), Shostakovich’s 14th Symphony (1969), Bedřich Smetana, the 1995 musical SMOKY JOE’S CAFÉ, Ludovico Spontoni, the 1965 film SOUND OF MUSIC, composer-trumpeter Derek Watkins (James Bond films), Kurt Weill, Tom Wolfe, "Théo" Ysaÿe, and the creative provocateur, poet, and singer-songwriter Lou Reed. He was the principal songwriter for The Velvet Underground and his solo career spanned 5 decades. 

Velvet Underground were not commercially successful but are now regarded as one of the most influential bands in the history of rock. Brian Eno said that everyone who heard the first VU album wanted to start a band. Reed had a deadpan voice that, for me, required forgiveness as singers go (though he did step up on occasion, particularly when he sung with The Blind Boys on THE RAVEN album). Eventually I connected with his noir fiction, transgressive “eyewitness reporting” lyrics and songcraft. He neither approved or disapproved of the subjects he sang about and, in the end, he just wanted to write catchy rock’n’roll. Over the years I’ve performed at least 6 Reed/VU songs—recording 2: “What Goes On” and “Sunday Morning,” on which I was joined by members of The Badlees (who did a splendid job in one afternoon). Reed himself commended our cover and promoted it on his website in the mid-90s. HB and RIP Lou.

#loureed #velvetunderground #sundaymorning #singersongwriter #bretalexander #thebadlees #blindboysofalabama #raven #edgarallenpoe #noirfiction #poet #guitarist #eyewitnessreport #johnnyjblair #singeratlarge #birthday

[baconcolacan]

Stay AU posting but I like to think when AK meets Paul and Pat for the first time he does this exact thing I drew in the dilf Tord piece.

So Paul kneels down and goes “Aw its okay buddy! We’re nice I swear!” thinking that AK is a shy, meek little boy as he reaches out to ruffle his hair.

But Tord and Tom barely get out a “Uh wait don’t-” before AK HISSES and lunges at Paul.

Now we have a child lockjawed on a man’s hand, while said man is screaming.

“HE’S TRYING TO DO A DEATH ROLL!!”

“PLAY DEAD PLAY DEAD PLAY DEAD PAUL PLAY DEAD-!!”

“ARTUR!! WE DO NOT MAUL OUR GENERALS ARTUR-!!”

“ARTHUR LET GO OF THE NICE MAN!! ARTHUR!! ARTHUR NO DEATHROLLING-!!”

[sassy-radio-hazbin-queen]

DuckTales 2017 characters as Helluva boss and Hasbin Hotel Characters

First Helluva Boss

Gyro gearloose = Blitzo

Mark Beaks = Stolas

Fenton Crackshell Cabrera = Moxxie

Gandra Dee = Millie

Louie Duck = Loona

Boyd Gearloose = Octavia

Falcon Graves = Striker

Magical de spell = Stella

( Not Sure on Verosika, Fizziroli or Asmodeus sorry 😐)

Now for Hazbin Hotel

Della Duck = Charlie MorningStar

Penumbra= Vaggie

Scrooge McDuck= Lucifer

Goldie o gilt = Lillith

Drake Mallard = Angel Dust

Gosalyn Mallard = Cherri Bomb

Steelbeak= Sir pentious

Taurus Bulba= Valentino

Megavolt= Vox

Quackerjack = Velvet

Tom lockjaw = Tom Trench

Green duck reporter ( forgot her name) as Katie Killjoy

LaunchPad Mquack= Alastor the radio demon.

Jim Starling aka Negaduck= Husk.

Webby McDuck = Nifty

( not sure on fat Nuggets)

And that's the cast

[moonbeam-dragon]

Light of Our Lives Part 6

Moonrise! It’s been a while since I posted. But here’s this. It’s been a while for Paris-Jaide, too. Tw: Angst, cussing.

It was all over the news again.

“ST. CANARD DAM TRAGEDY ONE YEAR AGO TODAY.”

They had memorials to the Pilligas family, the trio of mice lost in the accident. Pictures of the parents were on the front page of every paper. Their daughter stood between them in each and every one. There was subline after subline about Quiverwing Quack and her disappearance. “Where is she now?” people were asking. “Quivering Quiverwing Quack Quits.” It had been a whole year since she was seen. Since her failure. “Unlike Darkwing, She Knows When To Quit.”

Tom Lockjaw was on the screen of the Mallards’ TV set, a picture of Quiverwing behind him. “It seems after killing the youngest Pilligas, Quiverwing Quack has chickened out. It begs the questions: Will she return? Will she be missed? What are her thoughts on this situation? Is she guilty? Will Darkwing Duck finally take the hint and-”

“Can you shut that off?” Gosalyn asked as she came downstairs.

Launchpad frowned, rushing to find the remote and change the channel. He managed to do it, but it turned to another news station, with Quiverwing’s picture on it. “On it, Gos.” Launchpad bit his fingernails, changing the channel again. It went to another news station with Quiverwing’s name being spat on. After a few more channels talking about the incident, Launchpad just shut off the TV. “You know what? Today’s a good day to save electricity.”

Gosalyn groaned and went to the kitchen. “Isn’t there one person with sympathy in this town?!” She grabbed the box of cereal and poured it in her bowl. “It’s not like I threw her in or anything. Didn’t someone see me trying to pull her up?” She slammed the box down. “And what about the people I did save? Doesn’t any of that matter??”

Launchpad bit his lip, not sure how to respond. Gosalyn’s moods were bad enough. But this particular subject was difficult. “You know how the media is, Gos. They like to gossip. You see how they talk about your dad.”

“That’s different. They’re calling him a short wannabe goth who does parkour and startles police officers,” Gosalyn pointed out. She jabbed a hand at the television. “They’re calling me a murderer!”

Sighing, Launchpad sat on the other side of the table from Gosalyn. “I know. You did try to save her. People should think of that more.”

“I’m a person behind that mask,” Gosalyn spat, as if she was still wearing it. “Don’t they know I still exist? That I’m seeing this bullshit?!”

 Launchpad didn’t even care to berate her for her language. “News people don’t care about that. Remember Bianca Beakly?”

“She tried to kill my father and trick me into helping. Of course I do,” Gosalyn said darkly. “This town can be so screwed up.” She saw a newspaper on the side of the table and saw the picture of the Pilligases. She sighed. That poor girl. She was innocent. She didn’t deserve to die. She didn’t deserve what she got. She deserved better. “I hope she’s at peace. That would make me feel better,” Gosalyn muttered to herself.

___

Paris-Jaide looked at the TV sadly, seeing the pictures of her birth parents with her. She didn’t remember taking that picture. Not exactly. But she did notice that her parents weren’t touching each other. They had their hands in front of them, folded all prim and proper, just like how they were dressed. Paris-Jaide was the only one smiling, but her parents stared at the camera solemnly. She felt empty and sad realizing she wasn’t being hugged, held, or had a hand on her shoulder. It felt so lonely. Her nose twitched as she thought about it.

Elmo had been tinkering with some gadget, and heard Paris sniffle. He turned and looked at his daughter. He hadn’t heard the news with how focused he was. “-Quack killed Markus, Jolene, and their daughter J-” Elmo glowered at the news and snapped his fingers, shutting off the TV. “Don’t you dare make my daughter cry,” he scolded. “Apologize for playing that!” He waited a moment for a response, then smiled at his daughter. “She’s sorry.”

Paris-Jaide looked down, pulling her knees to her chest on the couch. Her nose kept twitching as she spoke. “That picture. It was so sad.”

Elmo raised an eyebrow, setting down his project and looking at her. “The family picture?”

“Mhm. I felt so lonely.” Paris curled up and hugged herself. “They look unhappy.”

Elmo frowned deeply, standing up from his work desk and going to the couch. “Oh, my bright bulb. I’m sorry.” He sat next to her, wrapping his arms around her gently and holding her tight. “I know it’s hard to think about. Believe me, I know exactly how that feels.”

Paris started tearing up, coming out of her little ball to throw her arms around Elmo and hug him. She started crying and hid her face in his shoulder. Elmo rubbed her back. “You’re not alone anymore. I got ya.” If only they could cut their pasts away completely, the way Bud had. But his family was dead of natural causes and he chose to leave it behind. Elmo had run away. Paris was constantly reminded of the accident by the news. She only had bad memories, it seemed. Paris just sobbed quietly, holding onto her dad. Her new parents were all she had left. “Daddy’s here. I’m staying right here.”

“Thank you,” Paris said softly, clinging to him.

___

"It's been a whole year since we took in Paris-Jaide," Bud pointed out later that night. The girl in question had long since gone to bed. The two were on the balcony of the lighthouse, watching the ocean together. He looked at his partner. "An anniversary like that is cause for celebrstion. What do you say?"

Elmo looked at his partner and shook his head. "I dunno. She got really bummed out by the TV today. There was all this news about what happened at the dam. A picture of her with her birth parents was being shown. You should have seen the way she was crying." He looked down at his hands, which were now free of his gloves. "She told me how lonely that picture felt. I don't think she's in any mood to celebrate Quiverwing Quack throwing her off the damn dam."

Bud chuckled a bit at the last few words, but stopped off a glare from Elmo. He leaned over the railing, frowning. "I understand that. However, she is also a year older. She deserves to celebrate something like a birthday."

Elmo huffed. "If we knew her birthday. And I really doubt she remembers."

"I doubt it would hurt to ask," Bud suggested. "She's bound to remember some things."

Elmo thought about it for a moment. Then he sighed, looking up at him. "Do I remember my own birthday?"

"You must. After all, how else would you confide that information with me?" Bud asked.

Elmo groaned. Now he had to guess it. Well... "What month is it?" he asked, sending some small shocks to the bottom of the tower. He was close to hitting a random twig.

"It's just at the end of summer," Bud told him, looking down as he tried to zap the piece of wood. "Remember? A couple years ago, we broke into a museum before it's rotating exhibit went out for the summer?"

"I do remember that! We stole a lot of gadgets from the gift shop," the rat mused, snapping his finger to send down another bolt. "Then, uh... September?" It was inches away.

Bud nodded, looking at his partner. Elmo's eyebrows were furrowed in focus and thought. There were tiny sparks flying between his eyes. Bud smiled in admiration. Elmo likely never noticed these little details in his expression. "It is indeed September. Do you recall the day?"

"Uh, even or odd, even or odd..." Elmo sent another little bolt and glanced up. "It's even, right?"

Bud nodded as Elmo zapped again. "Go on, guess."

"Wait. It starts with a one," Elmo said semi-confidently. He waited for a reaction from his partner. Bud didn't give one. Then Elmo nodded. "Definitely started with a one! Is it... the 18th?"

"Lower," Bud guided him.

"The 14th?" Elmo tried.

"Higher."

"Is it the 15th?"

Bud chuckled loudly, grinning at his love. "We just confirmed it was even."

"Oh!" Elmo realized, face-palming. He chuckled awkwardly, looking past his hand. His face turned red as he made eye contact with his partner. "It's the 16th, isn't it?"

"Correct! There you have it folks. September 16th. Elmo Sputterspark wins!" Bud fake-celebrated. He leaned on one arm over the railing. "And now you may choose your prize."

Elmo looked up at Bud, and forgot what he'd wanted to say. He was suddenly breathless. A shaft of moonlight had peeked out from behind the clouds and shone right onto, well, into Bud. His watery body reflected and refracted the light. He cast patterns on the wall of the lighthouse. For a moment, Elmo felt nothing but thankful for being able to see someone so handsome do something so unique. All for him to see. What was he doing again? Oh, right!

"I think I already have a prize," he commented. The rat gently put his arms around the other's neck, making sure he didn't shock him. The canine reciprocated, gently setting his arms around his lover's waist. Without the battery strapped to his back, this was safer.

Bud gently dipped his head down and planted a cool, wet kiss on the other's mouth. There was a bit of painless static between them as Elmo kissed back. They'd gotten to the point where they didn't care anymore. So they could hold each other in the moonlight, painless static everywhere their skin touched. The sensation fizzled out as they pulled their lips apart.

Elmo stared up into his lover's eyes and suddenly blinked. "What were we talking about?" Bud had to pull away as he laughed. His boyfriend could be so random and it was endearing.

___

"Jaide?" Bud said while they sat around the table. They were all picking at the pasta, making light talk. "I am approaching you with an inquiry."

"And I am receiving you with an answer," Paris-Jaide said with a smirk. She twirled up a bunch of the pasta, slurping it unceremoniously. She spoke with her mouth full. "Whush up?"

Elmo set down his fork. "Well, you Pops and I were talking. It's been about a year since, you know, the incident." He felt guilt zap down his spine as his daughter's face fell. Jaide dropped her fork and glanced down at it. "The thing is, you never really got to celebrate your birthday. We were wondering if you even remembered it."

The young mouse sat there for a moment, thinking. Birthday. Did she remember anything about it? Birthday did seem to bring up something in her memory.

She was standing in a room. There were papers all over. A man was working with a typewriter. He was a tall mouse, looking stern. "Daddy?" she asked. "I thought you were taking me to the movies. Today-"

"I am very busy today. I have a business to run and I must stay focused. Why would I go to the movies when we have orders to fill? Tell your mother," the man insisted. "Out of my study. How many times must I tell you?"

And then she was in the kitchen, reaching into a cookie jar. She deserved the treat. Today was special, after all. She jumped off the chair she'd propped up, kneeling on the counter now. Now she could reach them better. "What are you doing on the counter?" someone snapped. She gasped, pulling her hand out and trying to defend herself. But a tall, prim woman grabbed her arm and pulled her off the counter. "Did you get permission to have sweets?"

"No... But today is-"

"Today is a school night. No sugar this late. Off to bed," the woman scolded. "You're such a spoiled brat. You can go a night without a cookie."

All she got were memories like that. A man and a woman, her birth parents, would dismiss her. Jaide felt a sensation of loneliness once again. They never celebrated her birthday. She couldn't even remember what day it was. And she didn't care... Her nose started twitching as she thought of it.

CDo you by any chance remember what day it is?" Bud asked her. "Or what you used to do to celebrate?"

Jaide looked up at him, tearing up. "No!" Oh no. She hadn't meant to yell. She pulled back, startled by her own volume. She had to stop thinking about it! She couldn't keep thinking about it! It upset her. Weren't there any happy memories to focus on?

"Hey, honey. It's fine. You don't have to-" Elmo started, but he was cut off by a loud sniffle."No! Just- Just stop, just stop!" Jaide said loudly. Her nose was twitching even more now. She held her hands against her head to fold down her ears. "I don't wanna think about it!"

Elmo and Bud exchanged looks as she started crying in fright, or something. She seemed defensive. Elmo took a breath and reached an arm out to her. "I'm sorry. I-"

"Don't!" Jaide shouted, quickly turning to her mutant form. Her emotions had quite the sway over it. She turned light green, her hair taking more of a neon color. Her teary eyes turned to dark voids. "I don't want to think about my birthday! I don't even want a birthday!" She got up from the table, knocking her chair over. She ran across the room and down the spiral stairs. Elmo shot up to chase her but Bud splashed to block the stairs.

"Cease and desist!" Bud ordered, forming a wall with his body.

Elmo crossed his arms, trying to stop from crashing into his boyfriend. "Come on! I need to go after her."

"ud shook his head. "Give her some time. She never goes far, in fact..." He flowed back to his normal form, stopping at the balcony. "She's right outside on the beach. See? She just needs to cool off."

Elmo went over, watching as he daughter ran right into the water and fell down, just sitting in the ocean for a minute. "But she needs us!"

Bud frowned. "She does. But she needs space first. We can keep an eye on her from here." Elmo grumbled in resignation, going to the couch and sitting down on it. He turned backwards so he could keep an eye on her.

___

Paris-Jaide was laying on her back in the water. She positioned herself with the tide in mind. So she had her face just out of the water. Her hair was spread around her, the dark green streaks mixed with the neon. And she'd been there, crying for an hour. She hated the feeling of being lonely. But she needed to be alone. Jaide's tears mixed with the water. Because of the energy she was emitting, she was turning the water around her a dull glow of green. Even the sand beneath her was starting to take on her energy. Being on the beach, laying in the cool water, was almost relaxing. It was nothing like falling to her near death in a toxic reservoir.

Actually, Jaide supposed she had died. The nine-year-old girl belonging to the Pilligas family never returned. She fell with her parents and drowned. She had changed now. She'd had her body morphed into a strong weapon with superpowers. She was almost certainly a different person, but she had no memory to tell her. She had a new family. No longer the one where she felt lonely and unloved. Jaide had her fathers. They loved and spoiled her beyond belief. She loved them. But that didn't take away the damage. She'd lived through her own death, just like her Pops had. She'd lost who she once was and her memory was a mess, just like Dad.

The water splashed again, wetting her ears and face. Jaide took it as an opportunity to let more tears fall. Her tears rolled down her face and into the water, adding to the radioactivity. She wasn't worried about it. Whatever she charged would fade when she moved away from it.

The water moved, a sort of current forming under her neck to embrace her. The water next to her stopped moving. Well, it was moving. But it moved less. And it was warmer. She turned her head and saw Bud laying there with her. "I'm sorry I got upset," Jaide whispered.

"Don't you dare be," Bud told her. "Nobody can go forever without getting upset. Not even me." Jaide felt his hand swiped over her face. Somehow, the watery paw dried her face by taking on the water and tears. "But I will inquire: what upset you so much?"

Jaide sniffed, looking up at the sky. "I tried to remember my birthday. I don't know what it is.But I hated it!" She shut her eyes as she thought. "My... birth parents. They always ignored me. They never remembered my birthday."

Bud frowned. That did sound like a problem. "We shouldn't have pushed you," he assured his daughter. "I'm sorry-"

"You didn't," Jaide protested. "I just thought of it and it hurt me! I can't just deal with it. My- My life was horrible. I can't even see their picture without it upsetting me." Bud frowned, but kept his snout shut so he could listen. "I wish I wasn't so messed up. I wish I was just normal."

"Oh, please. What's fun about being normal?" Jaide sat up and turned to look at her dad. Elmo was sitting just beyond where the water could splash. "I get it. I remember my old life sometimes. Let me tell you, I think I was tormented by the school bullies constantly. For being too weird. But that was their problem."

Jaide sniffed and turned her whole body so her back was to the ocean. "But you were normal when you were in school."

"I didn't have powers," Elmo corrected her. "But I was shy and a nerd."

"You're still a nerd-"

"I know that, Paris-Jaide," Elmo said with an eye roll. "My powers didn't help the way my mind worked. Neither did yours." He sighed and looked up at the lighthouse. "That's part of the reason we kept you, y'know. You're special. Even if you weren't legally dead, we'd want to keep you."

Jaide smiled and leaned into Bud. "Thank you," she said. "I know I can be difficult. Always eating your battery acid and stuff." She chuckled, starting to calm down. "But without remembering, I know I'm happier here than I ever was before. You two are the best!"

Bud engulfed her in water, practically soaking her in ocean water. Jaide laughed, shoving at him unsuccessfully. "Pops!"

Bud kissed her forehead, only squeezing her tighter with the water. "You agreed to become our daughter. Which means you agreed to the terms and conditions of spontaneous affection."

Jaide sighed, taking a breath and trying to swim out of it. She was unsuccessful. She felt something tighten on her foot and she was pulled in the air, upside down. "Pops!" she screamed, giggling.

Elmo watched the two, chuckling. "Babe, just let her down. She can charge you at any moment."

Bud seemed to realize that yes, that was possible. And the tendril of water was starting to turn green. Instead of letting the girl have control of him, he dropped her back in the water. Elmo burst out laughing when she abruptly hit the surface. Jaide stuck her head up, gasping and trying to push her hair out of her face. "Hey!"

When he was done laughing his tail off, Elmo looked at his family. Then he had an idea. Sparks shot up and his head glowed for a moment. "How about instead of a birthday," he suggested, waving a hand beside him. "We celebrate the day we adopted you? A clean slate for good memories."

Jaide lit up for a second before it dimmed. That was an exciting idea! "That sounds awesome, Dad!" she shouted, moving through the water without resistance this time.

Bud put a hand up. "You might not want to-"

It was too late. Paris-Jaide threw herself at Elmo in her excitement. He didn't seem to register it either. He just opened his arms to her. Their hug was quickly ended by a short-circuit. Crawling out of the ocean and hugging your electric dad was not a good idea. Both parties felt violent spasms and shouted in pain as they got shocked. Elmo fell back, his daughter on top of him.

They heard a splash as Bud facepalmed at their ignorance. Paris-Jaide laughed sheepishly. "Hehe... Sorry, Dad."

Finally! I'm done! This took weeks to get the motivation for. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. I've gotten too attached to Paris-Jaide. All my OCs are stuffed with trauma. But hey, it makes a good backstory. Farewell, best of luck, avoid roasted cabbage, don't eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life! Moonset!

[marvelman901]

Avengers vol 1 390 (1995) . Prologue to the Crossing. . Campfire Tales . Written by Bob Harras and Terry Kavanagh Penciled by Mike Deodato Jr Inked by Tom Palmer Colors by Paul Becton Lettered by Bill Oakley Edited by Ralph Macchio and Matt Idelson . The Avengers were out in the woods, enjoying the warm weather, when they met a young man called Tuc. Tuc gave them an bleak warning about the future... . See more relevant content here; #marvelman901avengers #marvelman901hercules #marvelman901deathcry #marvelman901crystal #marvelman901quicksilver #marvelman901lockjaw . #avengers #hercules #tuc #thecrossing #90s #tompalmer #quicksilver #crystal #lockjaw #swordsman #deathcry #mikedeodato #marilla #inhumans #luna https://www.instagram.com/p/CkQxL81sky0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 3.2

Beer Birthdays

William Bass (1717)

David G. Yuengling (1808)

Joseph Conrad (1825)

John Welde (1839)

Carl Jacobsen (1842)

Henry Gund (1859)

Five Favorite Birthdays

George Benson; jazz guitarist (1943)

Daniel Craig; actor (1968)

Dr. Seuss, a.k.a. Theodore Geisel; writer (1904)

John Irving; writer (1942)

Bedrich Smetana; Czech composer (1824)

Famous Birthdays

Desi Arnaz; actor, singer, bandleader (1917)

Jon Bon Jovi; rock singer, actor (1962)

Dale Bozzio; rock musician (1955)

Larry Carlton; guitarist (1948)

Karen Carpenter; pop singer (1950)

John Jay Chapman; writer (1862)

DeWitt Clinton; politician (1769)

John Cowsill; pop singer (1956)

Eddie "Lockjaw" Davis; jazz saxophonist (1922)

Mark Evans; rock bassist (1956)

Russ Feingold; politician (1953)

Rory Gallagher; rock guitarist (1948)

Mikhail Gorbachev; Russian politician (1931)

Sam Houston; politician (1793)

Bryce Dallas Howard; actor (1981)

Jennifer Jones; actor (1919)

Megan Leigh; porn actor (1964)

Gates McFadden; actor (1949)

Eddie Money; rock musician (1949)

Laraine Newman; comedian, actor (1952)

Mel Ott; New York Giants RF (1909)

Lou Reed; singer (1944)

Martin Ritt; film director (1914)

Amber Smith; model, actor (1971)

Peter Straub; writer (1943)

Doug Watkins; jazz bassist (1934)

Doc Watson; country guitarist (1923)

Kurt Weill; composter, songwriter (1900)

Tom Wolfe; writer (1931)

[angstphilosophy]

tom lockjaw

[crak-ducktales-theories]

Soft copy = Buzzfeed

Honestly soft copy being a buzzfeed unsolved type of deal is some Big Brain shit and I can’t belive it was manifested by a sleeper agent Launchpad Fic and not the Ducktales/Darkwing duck reboot. Amazing and tragic. Anyway I am married to the idea now.

@mighty-ant has some Galaxy Brain ideas and her fic “A good landing” is a masterpiece, on top of featuring some high quality Darkwing, Launchpad, and Mcduck-Duck family content, is an over all v good read, go give it a shot. Imma overthink chapter 12 cuz it fucked me up

[out-of-context-darkwingduck]

[trishabeakens]

@starlightmoth redesigned Tom Lockjaw (top left I just HAD to draw him) and I redesigned Dan Gander (top right). We decided the two reporters are in love, thank you goodbye.