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“Literal Catfight”

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Marla Crown facts:

A little known fact is that Marla Crown was also disabled, like her husband, and Mingus' iconic cane belonged to Marla (sans the cat head, which Mingus added in the same way she added the concrete cat head to Town Hall.)

In her early days, she was a journalist/radio news reporter and was instrumental in getting Crown elected as the mayor of Dialtown. While it's possible Crown might've found a path to success on his own, what he didn't expect were the workers who flooded in from nearby towns looking for work, hearing about him from Marla's radio broadcasts where she depicted him as pro-worker, someone who took care of his own, come hell of high water. In many ways, you can attribute the start of Crown's political movement to her.

She believed in Crown's mission with the same ferocity that he had and in the early days, pushed him to harden his rhetoric and seek out the best outcome regardless of the cost. The Crown saviour narrative was her invention more than his.

She was particularly close to her husband's best friend and vice president, Milton R. Wallace and balanced out Crown in more ways than one. Aside from her generally smart advice, she was the only person in Crown's life that his honeyed words never worked on.

After the end of Crown's presidency (and doubly so after his memory was erased), Marla's post-political career was quiet and withdrawn. Having to raise a kid on her own and being legally responsible for the husk of her husband was enough stress for her, especially with a turbulent conscience. For decades after her public life ended, she was occasionally hounded by reporters demanding information from her about her husband.

While history books are kind to Marla Crown, coverage of her at the end of her life was unfairly negative due to the timing of when she withdrew from the public eye. Since it coincided with the end of her time working with Crown (and she returned to a normal civilian life), many pundits assumed that Crown had carried her with him and that her work in his administration was something he granted as a token courtesy.

Archives of her early broadcasts of her Crown interviews were buried when Crown became a national candidate (to not polarize the electorate with Crown's harder socialist rhetoric), so a lot of her early contributions are lost to history.

Most frustratingly of all, a novelty arcade machine was mass produced and sold to funfairs/arcades nation-wide. Fitted with a crystal ball, an outfit resembling the vibrant hue of purple she often wore and dubbed the 'Madame Mediocre Clairvoyant' (sharing its initials with her), these machines can occasionally still be found around the country, often in rundown places (due to a catastrophic programming error that rendered the machine basically unusable.)

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RANDY VOICE RANDY

We hoisted Randy out and forced him to deliver this PSA at gunpoint. Please take that into consideration as you watch him make a fool out of himself. Thank you.

(Mayor Mingus plushie only available for another week!!!)

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Cough nectar

Time taken: 2 hours 21 minutes

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i love autumn !

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Cakegingi.

Feast your eyes upon our horrendous creation.

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ROGER'S ROUTE IS RELEASING IN ABOUT 24 HOURS!

Really hyped for you guys to see the new route! All of the endings have been tested, the final voice acted scene has been fully retrofitted, all that needs to be done is the final round of bugfixing/polish (finding the tiny bugs that slipped by through the 8-10 full test playthroughs the game's had in the last week.)

The dlc features 8 endings, over 1700 voiced Roger lines, new art, over a dozen new tracks and MORE!!!

This route was a real labour of love from all involved! I'm very excited for you all to see it :)

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first 30 of the new roger sprites. check the reblogs for the rest momentarily

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Roger & peter? is this real?

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👑♟️ a moment of clarity only in darkness…

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“Do you ever get butterflies?”

Might draw this..

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G-G-G-G-INGLES.

Greengi Wip

i haven't posted in a LONG time so :1 just a silly little gingi wip I'll probably never finish

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Ensnared (A Dialtown short story)

A warm haze emanated from the lush, leafy membrane that surrounded a distinctive balcony in Washington, DC, the light barely permeating the dim stillness of yet another cool morning. Peering towards this rising gleam sat a man in a pale damson suit, the distant glint barely reflected on the surface of his metallic face.

The pervasive hush was cut short by a doorway opening behind the seated man, and from the doorway, a lean man wearing a worn bowler hat and a matching brown plaid suit emerged. The seated man didn't avert his gaze from the horizon, but shifted his posture, anticipating a conversation would unfold. The man in the bowler hat paced hesitantly towards his seated accomplice.

"Mornin', Cal." the man in the bowler hat murmured, his hushed voice almost a whisper, "You get much sleep?" "I got enough." Crown replied tersely. The man in the plaid suit remained silent for a moment, before fracturing the silence with another question. "You spoken to Marla yet?" he asked, his voice trembling ever so slightly. The seated man replied by finally turning to face his partner, raising the mug of coffee in his hand with a warm, but muted enthusiasm.

"The papers are talking about Hoover again." the man in the bowler hat added, his glance shifting towards the ground. The seated man flicked his left hand dismissively. "Let 'em talk!" he scoffed, "The man's yesterday's news. Folks'll move on once there's something else for 'em to talk about!" The man in the hat nodded hesitantly and another prolonged silence followed suit. Crown chuckled to himself, his gaze averted forward yet again.

"Y'know, Milt... It's the funniest thing." the metallic man stated, "I came out here not twenty minutes ago and while I was having my morning coffee, I noticed the damndest thing on this very balcony." Milt's eyes shifted to his collaborator, his interest now piqued. Crown continued. "The tiniest fly I think I've ever seen in my life - caught in a little spider web, over on those railings." he said, raising his gauntlet to point to the metallic bars separating their balcony from the rest of the world. "No spider in sight, naturally. Good news for the fly, perhaps." Crown added. "Must've been off doing other things, y'know?" Milt replied, a smile barely creeping across the corners of his lips, "Doing whatever spiders get up to when we're not sitting around watching 'em, I guess." Crown leaned forward towards the balcony, as if he hadn't heard Milt's reply.

"So, naturally, I inched closer and extended my hand, so I could sever the threads and save the fly from its predicament!" Crown stated, enthusiasm seeping into his tone yet again. He paused for a moment following this and turned his head to meet Milt's gaze for a second time. "But, as I got a closer look, I realized that the fly wasn't just CAUGHT in the web..." Crown added, his metallic hand clenching with each stressed word, "But, ENSNARED by it." Milt's left eye tightened, curious to see where his partner was going with his tale.

"Its body COMPLETELY bound in minute silk threads..." Crown then stated, staring back over at the web. "And then it dawned on me." he added, "Even IF I were to break the threads connecting the fly to the web, relinquishing it from the spider's immediate grasp, well..." Crown turned his head, his dial locking with Milt's eyes for another solitary moment.

"The fly was still bound from head to toe, y'know?" he stated, his voice almost cracking. A barely distinguishable twinge of concern flashed across Milt's face, as Crown turned again to look at the web. "I mean, even IF the fly wasn't fixed to the web itself, it couldn't fly, couldn't move and surely once the spider came back..." Crown stated, his voice now trailing off, "Well, the fly was a goner."

"And again, this was the tiniest fly I reckon I've ever seen!" Crown boasted, enthusiasm returning to his tone, as his metallic hand jolted forward. "There was absolutely no way I could've broken the fine threads covering its body without harming and possibly dismembering the fly." he added, turning back to face Milt, a hint of regret in his tone. Crown noticed Milt's eyes quickly avert to his metallic hand. "Even WITH my organic hand." he hastily corrected. Milt nodded silently, the bottom of his lips pursed.

"I could observe its predicament, even delay the inevitable..." Crown murmured, "But no single movement I could make was deft enough, delicate enough to free the fly without subjecting it to an equally gruesome fate." Crown's tone shifted, as if describing witnessing an event of abject unfairness.

"For that moment, we were interconnected!" the metallic man proclaimed, "Two beings separated TOTALLY and UTTERLY by a vast expanse of scale..." Crown's gaze shifted towards the floor dejectedly, his hunched neck communicating that his mindset was now one of bargaining. "Even IF I'd sat patiently and waited for the spider to come back, crushed it in my hand..." Crown added, his metallic hand tensing once again, "It wouldn't have changed the outcome one iota." Crown's tone hushed.

"The fly was dead the moment it entered the web." he murmured, concern now visibly plastered across his partner's face. "In that moment, my strength made me powerless to change ANYTHING for the fly." the seated man stated, as his metallic hand thrusted incredulously. "I couldn't do a THING." Crown enunciated. "Despite the sheer difference in our current situations..." the seated man shared, his posture shifting backwards into a pensive lean, "The phenomenal discrepancy in our respective circumstances..." Crown trailed off and a moment of hushed stillness followed. "We were BOTH trapped..." he mused, "Equally bound by possibility." Milt winced, sensing inner turmoil within his comrade. "And then..." Crown added, his shoulders arching as he shifted in his seat, "That got me thinking..." The metallic man turned to face his accomplice.

"Presuming he exists, of course..." Crown pondered, his voice now hushed and uncertain, "I wonder if God sees all of us the same way." Milt's grimace hardened as his eyes shifted towards the fine white residue on the table next to his partner.

"Cal..." Milt murmured, his right hand now planted on the back of his neck, "You've really gotta lay off of that stuff."

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Overwhelmed.

Norm birthday post!

Time taken: 8 hours and 11 minutes. I also have a fanfic to go with it! Ignore the fact it’s on Wattpad lol, my A03 account is taking ages to create. It will be on A03 eventually though.

edit: TADA!!

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hihihihi how have i not seen this person earlier they’re so cool..

Other art pieces from my twitter!! Can you tell I like norm haha