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STATUS: Temporal Hiatus.
🐭 • TL;DR: University is going to prove a huge challenge for me, I haven’t been feeling this fandom for some time and RPing on Tumblr has been feeling like homework lately, so I’m going to be taking a break until these three things change.
Okay, now that I got that out of the way, I would like to apologize to everyone who has recently followed me/written starters for me/written replies as I have no other choice but to do this right now. I’ve been trying to work here (I’ve been liking and commenting on stuff here and there, tho’ not much), but I have been having a lot of difficulty to write for this specific fandom.
No, I don’t hate the fandom nor my muses (hell, I’m seeing now that the RP Tag has become more active lately), I just have different interests atm and this fandom is not active enough to keep my passion afloat lately. There’s that and how the RPC works (I thought I was going to be able to get used to this format again but I suppose RPing in private, on Discord, without feeling as limited as I feel here, works easier with my university student life), it’s quite too demanding for me to wanna deal with atm.
Today I’m starting classes again; not only I have more hours than last semester, but also more days in which I wake up super early and a new teaching system I’m just not used to. I’d rather stay on Discord and chill than finish my work of the day and think on “work” here.
Yeah, I wanna apologize for that too, sometimes my hobbies start feeling like chores/homework and I must take a break from them so I no longer feel in that headspace, (and sometimes those breaks are long). If you wanna keep up with me, maybe even RP in private at some point, feel free to add me on Discord (Mutuals Only btw, I don’t like adding people if it’s going to stress me out even further).
✦ HamuHamu. ✦#9670
So yeah, this ain’t a “goodbye”, it’s just a “see ya later”, until I recover!
#📁 • OOC.#📁 • BlogRelated.#(This is becoming my pinned post.)#(I just keep getting notifs from here and; ngl; I love writing my muses but I feel guilty not saying anything.)#(So yeah; I'm off until who knows when; but I'm not dropping any threads.)#(I'll be on Discord if anyone needs me or wants to hear about me LOL.)
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🐭 • Okay so it’s Munday, I’m two days away from my last final (which means that I gotta prepare myself for it), and I have some stuff to do that will prevent me from sitting down and focusing on replies today so: how about I talk about my muses and why did I pick them? Yes, nobody asked, but I don’t care.
So I’m a very, very picky person. There are more chances for me to dislike or to be neutral towards something than to like something. But when I like something I tend to be pretty loyal to it, and it never leaves my side; hence this small multimuse with characters that I have been writing for years now (some of them at least). Yeah, this is just me rambling, so I’ll just go from muse to muse and close it off with a neat little bow.
Okay so, probably for the surprise of nobody, Pip is my most long-lasting muse ever! I’ve been writing him since 2013 and that’s because he has been my favorite character since Day 1.
I like underdog characters and he was the earliest underdog in the series (in my opinion, that is). He was also very different from other characters at the time (before fucking Butters came around), so it was easy to sympathize with him or to dislike him just like the cast did. For me it was the former, I found his misfortune both sad and amusing and I couldn’t help but liking him (was it out of pity tho’? Not sure, it’s been years). I also like gentleman characters a lot (especially the bowties and the suits, I like some well-dressed fellas in my life), so even if his color palette is outrageous (because it is, red, blue and purple shouldn’t be together like that) he looks pretty charming to me!
There is also the fact that, to continue with the unpopular opinions, I enjoy the first four seasons of the show quite a bit, and for me Pip pretty much symbolizes that era since that was when he was a secondary character the most often. Before he died, you know. For me, there is a sense of nostalgia to be had when it comes to Pip in general; he’s an older character, from the oldest seasons, my oldest muse and, well, just OLD in general, he comes from a book from the Victorian period after all.
Speaking of which, as cheesy and extra as this may sound, Pip got me interested in literature. My degree involves a lot of reading and writing about old English and American literature; and I don’t think I would have ever made this career choice had it not been for becoming interested in Great Expectations after I came across the episode and watched it. God, I love that fucking episode even tho’ most people hate it LOL.
Idk, I suppose the reason I still write him is because the show did not give him enough spotlight and I’m willing to take care of that myself. Though, I may admit, sometimes he’s too much for me, but I guess it’s because he’s more on demand than my other muses. He’s just that likable!
With Scott my history doesn’t go as far back, though. Sure, he was there since season 12, but most people probably started showing interested for him in 2017, when Fractured But Whole was released, and that was my case too. Scott couldn’t have had a more solid main character role had it not been for Captain Diabetes; he’s charismatic, excited to participate into the game and he’s a great teammate! He drags you in with his character alone and, taking into account that this was his first main role, he was sort of an underdog as well. Yeah, I guess that’s a running theme with me.
A lot of my characterization and love for him came from FBW and I will be the first one to admit it. Scott has a very strong personality and it shows; I usually write characters that are, for a better word, “softer”, but I honestly liked how he is usually very cool and chill, not losing it whenever Cartman picks on him like Kyle could, but can still stand up for himself and show that he has a backbone, so he became a staple for my private RPing on Discord to the point of becoming one of my favorite muses in general. Though, another reason for him to become one of my main muses was his dynamics with other characters from the show. He’s so easy to write and to have click with other characters it was a breathe of fresh air for me!
Personally, I don’t see Scott as a replacement for Pip or Butters, but he’s still a black sheep character like them. He’s just having an easier time breaking out of that mold, I think? Probably not even on purpose, though, since another thing I like about him is how he seems to be a bit scatterbrained but also really genuine. Idk, I find how simple-minded he is to be adorable... actually, Scott is just adorable. His character design stands out in comparison to other background/secondary characters’? From his hair to his ears, he’s got a lot of uniqueness going on!
I just wish they would give him the spotlight more, I guess, so this is another character I write for that reason. Though, I also started writing Scott because of the pre-established relationships I have with him (at least in private), and I hope I get to have him make more friends for as long as I remain active on this blog.
So as I said before, I first liked Bradley in an ironic manner, then it actually become a genuine feeling and now, pretty sure, he’s ascended beyond being just a favorite character of mine. Idk man, he’s funny. Mintberry Crunch is a hilarious concept and I love it, I have said that in the past, and I suppose this was one of those cases in which you just wanted to insist you were into something ironically and then it went too far.
Anyways, what haven’t I say about Bradley yet? I enjoy how much of a Dennis the Menace kind of unapollogetic twerp he is, his sibling rivalry with Henrietta is one of my favorite things about his character. Sure, it’s an annoying archetype, but it was one of the reasons I had to use MBC in FBW outside of his powers, because of his dynamic with his adoptive sister. It makes me wonder what could have been his dynamic with the other goth kids since it’s canon that he steals stuff related to the occult from them..
I will admit that the reason I like him is because I think he’s a funny character. Bro, he’s hilarious, his entire superhero persona is a cereal mascot that keeps throwing lines akin to a cereal commercial, gotta love the surreality of it. Hell, he’s so surreal, so disconnected from the other kids’ superhero personas, that he was totally the underdog during the Coon & Friends trilogy. Everything was revolving around the Coon and Mysterion? Bam, not anymore, suddenly MBC, the character nobody expected anything from, the most useless concept out of the bunch, is the one who unironically has a backstory and superpowers to boot. Hell, he’s also the best (if not broken) support character in FBW? What is there not to ironically love about the cereal alien child?
Of course, I love the possibilities he brings to the table when it comes to RPing. He’s an alien so he can be in any setting in the galaxy! He can interact with other species and it won’t be weird for him because, hello? He’s an alien himself! Tho’ I also really like to think that he’s a “how do you do fellow humans” kind of alien these days so that’s extra points in the funny department. His personality, overall, makes interacting with him a very entertaining experience to watch.
I haven’t been writing him for long, though, only since around 2018? Yeah, he’s my newest muse, the characters I have been writing for the least time in this blog- but GOD I would defend him with my life. I just think he’s neat! And that’s basically it.
🐭 • So, in conclusion? I like my underdogs a lot. Some of my muses are more popular and loved than others, sure, but I’m attracted to underrated characters, which is something all of my three boys have in common.
Also, before anybody asks: yeah, I only write male characters, so what? I don’t really enjoy most female characters in the show and those I DO like I just don’t think I would ever be able to make em justice. There are people out there that would do a way better job at writing Henrietta or Estella than I ever could, and I shall wait until the day comes in which I get to write with em. ♥
This is basically it, I’m going to go chillax now LOL.
#📁 • OOC.#cw long post#(Just talking about the main three for today; I'm tired.)#(Lately I've been here and there in terms of mood and motivation to work.)#(So this may be quite disorganized and stuff; bear with me.)
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It was a very sudden occurrence but... was that the breeze he could feel? Slowly, without saying a word, the blond brought a hand to his... (Wait, there was no visor to grab! There was no cap on top of his head altogether!) ❝ Oh- oh dear. ❞ Confusion tinted his voice as the realization began to sink in, setting his hand on his head to get a feel of... well, actually, there was nothing to feel up there –such a foreign feeling too–.
(Had somebody just stolen his cap?) ❝ Well this is a new one... ❞ Maybe he should have been shocked but, perhaps because of the lack of intensity of such an action –in comparison to... anything else–, Pip just found this to be an itty-bitty inconvenience.
That is, of course, until he started hearing chuckling coming from somewhere, like if this were to be a lighthearted prank his friends were pulling on him. ❝ I see... ❞ Brown eyes searching around, they locked upon a nearby bush, causing him to set his hands on his sides and hum for a bit. ❝ Right-o, very humorous. ❞
@nyanpasc • Starter Call (Accepting).
#nyanpasc#📁 • Starter.#☕ • Pip!Post.#📁 • MainVerse.#(You wrote me I starter; let me write you a starter!.)#(Something more lightehearted tho'; Pippers deserves a break once in a while.)#(So have a capless Pip; I guess; extra rare occurrence.)
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FUNBONDED.
So now he was Mr Puppet? He quite liked that actually. Bon-Bon found himself allowing a tiny titter to rattle his posterior. ❛ Not to worry, young one! I’m not offended I just want us gain that understanding that, as you said, we are missing. A misunderstanding. ❜ He reiterated, mostly for Freddy, he patted the bear’s cheek.
Was this kid going to explode or something?! Funtime Freddy felt his entire being spark with the unadulterated excitement rushing through him. He had heard of animatronics spontaneously combusting but never actually seen or heard such from a human being but nothing was impossible. ❛ I think we broke him, MR PUPPET, haha! Maybe he’s gonna spring a leak or something! ❜
The only reasonable one here folded his arms at the funtime bear. ❛ You’re not helping, you know? ❜
❛ Oh, Bon-Bon, twitch just needs to lighten up! ❜
❛ Well he said he’s scared of clowns and you are a clown. ❜ Bon-Bon ran his paws down his long ears, they drooped slightly. ❛ Tweek Tweak, please try and breathe. Shut your eyes if it helps. We won’t hurt you as I said before. ❜ His focus flickered to Freddy for a moment before switching back to settle on the blond. ❛ I understand this must be difficult for you, you are scared of clowns and you wanted to clear your head and then we came out from seemingly no where… ❜ He attempted to bring Freddy’s arm down so that he could get closer to the boy. ❛ But I don’t look like a clown, and you’re not scared of rabbits are you? ❜ He inched closer on Freddy’s stub, paws arose tentatively, as he tried to guide the sporadically jittering arms of the adolescent away from his hair.
❛ I’m a therapist as well as a performer it is my job to help keep Freddy calm, like I also mentioned before, perhaps I can do the same for you? Perhaps I can encourage you to see clowns are not all that scary? Is that okay with you, Tweek Tweak? ❜
❝ AGH!! I-I CAN hear you! ❞ THOSE CLOWNS!! They never know when to cut it! With their bright honking noses, the scary makeup, their high-pitched voices and... And... THE JOKES!! The jokes drove him INSANE! Almost like his father’s metaphors. He may not like conflict but, as the puppet had said himself: the bear was not helping, and there was only so much Tweek was willing to ignore before snapping.
He was quick in realizing that, maybe, he should NOT be snapping at the (possibly bloodthirsty) robot though; so, grumbling unintelligible words under his breath, his body sank back into that spot, taking very little space in comparison to his... loud conversation partner. He had classmates and friends like that –always trying to get under his nerves, fill his head with CRAZY ideas (just like his parents)–, but they are CHILDREN! Like him!
Teeth exposed from all the chattering, his lips twisted into a grimace, eyes darting away as soon as he noticed the distance between him and them shortening. ❝ Are you crazy?! I-I’m not closing my eyes here- NO WAY! ❞ Though he could tell that the other was trying to be reasonable with him, Tweek found it hard to feel comfortable when he could not even relate to who he was talking to... also, he didn’t want to die –his father has fed him that idea quite too many times–.
Though, when he heard the word “therapist”, his posture straightened, causing his to lower his hands a bit. ❝ You- you’re a therapist? ❞ (Could robots be therapists? Therapists for other robots?) That was new, and it had caught his curiosity. Blue irises first stared at Bon-bon, followed by a quick glance in Freddy’s direction before returning to the puppet, murmuring: ❝ That explains a lot. Ack! ❞ He shook his head a bit, rising an index finger at the same time as he rose a brow. ❝ Well- fine, you can try- b-but call me Tweek! Just Tweek. ❞ A pause, and his eyes jumped towards the bear and back to the rabbit before adding: ❝ And no tricks, or I will scream. ❞
#funbonded#🍵 • Tweek!Post.#📁 • MainVerse.#(I'm sorry Bon-Bon.)#(I don't think those two are going to be very good friends.)
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🐭 • SORRY LADIES, SCOTT’S TAKEN AS YOU CAN SEE!! ♥♥♥
Lara finally confessed her crush to Scott.
Meanwhile other shenanigans’ happen in the background.
tagged | @bevercges
#📁 • Saved.#🍹 • Sugarfree Bubblegum.#🍹 • Scott!Profile.#☕ • Pip!Profile.#(FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUCK.)#(HE'S A BIG DUMMASS BUT I LOVE IT.)#(This is 100% how the relationship came to be for my Scott; sorry not sorry.)#(AND I KNOW IT'S TOO EARLY FOR ME TO REBLOG PICS BUT I DON'T CARE.)
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He was feeling quite... slow. Pretty numb too. Lightheaded even. Magenta eyes stared into the distance in an attempt of figuring out his location –and maybe also get a clue as to what was he doing before that–. Judging by the fact that he could only see trees no matter where he glanced –akin to a human proverb–, he assumed he was in a forest, yet the planet was unknown to him. And the only other visual cue he had was a... strange trail nearby. Something had lifted the grass with great force to the point of exposing the dirt under it, as if something had been dragged across the ground.
Squinting his eyes, the alien lifted his right arm and scratched his cheek. (Had he taken another emergency landing and he just couldn’t remember?)
Before he could come to a conclusion, he had to address the elephant in the room first. Somebody had been trying to get into him all this time, but he had not been listening until the other had pointed out to his arm with worry. ❝ What? ❞ It was his right arm, a large scrape had appeared from his forearm to the back of his hand, and it was bleeding a bit. ❝ Oh. ❞ (Well, that was a bit of a problem.)
@blackstardiopside • Starter Call (Accepting).
#blackstardiopside#📁 • Starter.#🍚 • Bradley!Post.#📁 • MainVerse.#(You have an alien.)#(I have an alien.)#(You and I know what that means :eyes:.)
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PREFERENCES.
BOLD ➝ always. || ITALIC ➝ only applies situational.
DEFENSIVENESS. arms crossed on chest / crossing legs / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / karate chops / stiffening of shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip / baring of teeth
REFLECTIVE. hand to face gestures / head tilted / stroking chin / peering over glasses / taking glasses off — cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to the bridge of nose / pursed lips / knitted brows
SUSPICION. arms crossed / sideways glance / touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon / brows rising / lips pressing into a thin line / strict unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose
OPENNESS + COOPERATION. open hands / upper body in sprinters position / sitting on the edge of a chair / hand-to-face gestures / unbuttoned coat / tilted head / slacked shoulders / droopy posture / feet pointed outward / palms flat and facing outward
CONFIDENCE. hands behind back / hands on lapels of coat / steepled hands / barring teeth in a grin / rolling shoulders / tipping head back but maintaining eye contact / chest puffed up / shoulders back / arms folded just above navel
INSECURITY + ANXIETY. chewing pen or pencil / rubbing thumb over opposite thumb / biting fingernails / hands in pockets / elbow bent / closed gestures / clearing throat / pacing / “ whew ” sound / picking or pinching flesh / fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth whilst speaking / poor eye contact / tugging at pants whilst seated / jingling money in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair / swaying / playing with pointer / marker / smacking lips / sighing / rocking on balls of feet / flexing fingers sporadically / ear twitching
FRUSTRATION. short breaths / “ tsk ” sounds / tightly clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / running hand through hair / rubbing back of neck / snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in brows / shoulders back , head up - defensive posturing / clenching of jaw / grinding of teeth / nostrils flaring / heavy exhales / ear twitching
#🍹 • Scott!About.#🍹 • Scott!Headcanon.#(Am I going to start using my Captain icons more often now? Yes.)
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SEENEVERYTHING.
think think think think. there has to be a reason that he’s seeing kids, correct? a perfectly legitimate one. there also has to be a reason that’s just as logical, if not more, as to why the structure of home looks so… different. the distance of the kid grew thinner, but as nick’s confusion grew deeper, the subconscious of reality grew just as thin. a mumbling stutter stretched out into groaning moans. perplexed and distraught stutters that shifted into utter chaos. shaking body stands frozen. no guitar, no virgil, no drugs. what the fuck was he supposed to do?!
it wasn’t until the scraping of the cement nicked at the ear. it all stopped. every thought. every fear. widened eyes stared in complete awe at pip. pupils dilate to simple pin-pricks – appearance shifting about to match the sheer horror mapped within mr. lightbearer. this kid couldn’t be real. it couldn’t be. no no no no no no!! he hasn’t seen one since secondary! why is there a child just walking around?! what if a bobby finds it or sees it? what would they do with it?!
arms were raising and fingers were splaying out to try and gesture to the little one. but all was for not, for try as the music star may, no words would usher out of a frozen mouth. instead, shaking digits would be left pointing. quaking legs would be steadily striding back; only now did he notice how close they had gotten.
the chap was about to finally spit something out: exclaim that this kid was just a hallucination; that he’s overdosing on some rainbow or some lsd or mushrooms; that it’ll be gone; it would just need time! he would just need to hide somewhere.
but then, the police were mentioned.
“ WHAT?!!?! th–th-thhe-the POLICE are here?! “ voice shrieks and interrupts the child. shrilling and freezing, the man practically lets out a wave of piss down spiffy trousers with how shocked he is. paranoid now, eyes dart here and there and everywhere. it was only two seconds later that nick dashes forward and yanks at the boy’s arm. it is strong and the tug is quite powerful, but he means all well. “ ohHHH, why am i doing this, why am i doing. this?! come on, l’il one. we gotta get back inside!! it’s too dangerous out here!!! “
Perhaps, like he usually did, he should have stayed quiet and simply nodded his head, go along with what the adult said. (Never mind that, he should have fled!) He let out a short gasp as his eyes picked on sudden, yet quick movement, freezing in place like a deer in headlights. ❝ Oh bother- . ❞ Voice shivering, shoe soles trying to cling to the pavement for life, now he had found a reason to panic. ❝ W-wait- ! ❞ No attempts at reasoning could be made when the door had already been clicked open.
May the Lord had stricken him from above before it happened! Unfortunately, the young Brit was not deserving of such mercy, for a soon as the door clicked open, it clicked closed behind him. Yes, he had closed his eyes and refused to bear witness to his own “demise”... though, said demise never came. Instead, he was let go. That was when he opened his eyes, pupils darting around as a result of the (now-decreasing) adrenaline.
He was a bit shaken, and worried, and... maybe a bit exasperated (just a bit), but he needed to regain his composure. He dusted his suit off, especially his (affected) sleeve. (His arm hurt a bit, it may have been bruised), but he would never admit it out loud. ❝ Well this is a bit preposterous... ❞ Mumbled the lad under his breath, surprised at the fact that he still had patience to show. ❝ If I may... I suppose. ❞ He was already inside that house, but it was never too late to be courteous.
And what a house! Everything was red! And untidy, as if a tornado, an earthquake, or a party had taken place in that small room alone. (That confirmed his suspicions, at least), as he paced further into the foyer and, with a heavy heart, tried communicating with his “host” once again: ❝ My... good sir, if I may be allowed to speak, ❞ He rose his head at the same time as he took off his cap with both his hands, showing that he could be respectful. ❝ I am afraid there must have been a miscommunication between us. ❞ He was also hoping to keep things civil (although he had his reservations).
#seeneverything#☕ • Pip!Post.#📁 • MainVerse.#(Let's look at the bright side.)#(Actually Idk what the bright side is yet LOL.)#(Lord; give us all patience.)#(Pip's just a bit shaken; tbh; but what's a disoriented druggy when you have been assaulted by a escape convict in the past?.)
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🐭 • Well I’m halfway-done with icons, and I have some new followers! So this is a Starter Call: like this post for a 2-3 paragraph starter! Mutuals only, remember to pick a muse, the usual stuff.
#📁 • OOC.#📁 • StarterCall.#(Man I love Captain Diabetes so much; you folks have no idea.)#(Anyone who has watched me play the game just knows it too well LOL.)
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Feels like a Scooby-Doo episode.
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I’m a bit late posting this but here’s the piece I did for the @spsuperzine ! I’m so happy I could contribute and I’m so proud of everyone involved.
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MELVINS RISE UP
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What Kind of Soul Are You?.
You Are a Traveler Soul.
You're a thrill seeker who loves to be active and on the move. You love to wander: between places, ideas, and people. A good communicator, you're a nonconformist and interested in the world. You are an explorer, a good storyteller, and a true dreamer. Because you're always on the move, you can be a bit fickle. It's difficult for you to make personal commitments. Don't be so quick to ignore emotional issues and problems. You're much more intuitive and psychic than you think. Souls you are most compatible with: Retrospective Soul and Dreaming Soul.
Tagged by: Nobody, I searched for it! Tagging: Feel free to do it and act like I tagged you!
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🐭 • So, since my drafts are extremely low again, I’m going to go back to doing stuff on this blog: mainly icons for Scott’s FBW verse and getting rid of my crossover verses altogether. This is because not only I am no longer motivates to try having these up (and develop them), but because I am no longer interested in the fandoms I had crossover verses for. Could it bring crossover verses back at some point? Sure. But not any time soon, so I’m going to be keeping it simple.
#📁 • OOC.#📁 • BlogRelated.#(I've also been reflecting on certain muse of this blog; I may let him go eventually.)#(But I will probably finish my threads with him before that happens.)#(I'll probably got back to having only three muses to make it easier on myself.)#(I may also take a nap today LOL 'cause I'm tired.)
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NEMEKII.
Kelsey hands Scott the sword, awaiting him to inspect her weapon. While the girl considered herself a bit of a blacksmith as well as a warrior, at least in the art of working with swords. It was always best to have a second kid’s opinion. Her blade had been used in many battles throughout her days in Herkleton, New Jersey. But now she was in a new land, and needed a tune up.
“I am Kelsey the Warrior” the redhead answered, raising her fist up in a dramatic fashion. Then with a finger, she pointed to the parakeet resting on her head. “And this is Mortimer, my mighty Battle Falcon! Now, fellow Blacksmith, I inquire your name as well.” She had assumed that was what Scott was, since he was stationed at the Armory.
❝ A warrior with an animal companion! ❞ If he wore a hat he would have taken it off to show his respects. It was rare to come across a traveler that had gone out of their way to accommodate their class to the addition of a familiar, so the ranger was very impressed. ...Yes, ranger. ❝ In actuality, I am a Ranger. ❞ Tapping the surface of the armory’s table, a grey house cat emerged from under the mentioned, rising its head as it meowed. ❝ I am Sir Scott Malkinson, ❞ He started as he crouched down, scratching the cat’s chin to get it to purr. ❝ and this is Mr. Kitty, the Grand Wizard’s royal feline! ❞
He couldn’t blame other kids for mistakenly believing that he is a blacksmith –it came with being in charge of the armory–, so the diabetic was quick in explaining himself. ❝ I am the only one in this kingdom that knows the local blacksmith personally, so I was assigned the armory as a... secondary job of sorts. ❞ So it was to guard the kingdom’s gates, but he couldn’t be in two places at once!
After getting up and dusting himself off, he was careful not to step into Mr. Kitty’s space as he walked away from the armory, his hand gesturing for the other to follow him. ❝ Allow me, Sir Kelsey, to take you to our training grounds! For that is where the grinder is. ❞
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LERFMUSES.
‶you know , i gotta say , it’s actually kind of nice to relax for once . ″ it was rare that nigel enjoyed not working , but when it came to visiting a friend he hasn’t seen in years ? well , he had to make an exception at least once . things seemed relatively calm today , and he was around the area regardless . it was the perfect opportunity . ‶how have you been , by the way ? it’s been a little while since your last letter . ″
❝ Oho, funny that you ask. ❞ Fidgeting hands rested on his lap as he looked for the right words in his mind. ❝ I did receive your last letter, I simply... may not have had the time to write. ❞ Nigel would certainly be surprised if he were to tell him all of it, each and every little thing. Sure, it most probably would pale in comparison to going on adventures all across the States –“fighting adult tyranny” as he had been told–, but Pip was not a thrill-seeking sort of lad. His life was complicated enough as it is.
Indeed, though, it was one of those days in which South Park was not in shambles over something, and there was nobody in Stark’s Pond (in that one bench) to disturb them. The clouds were passing by and, while a beautiful sight, he could only watch the reflection on the water. ❝ Of course, opportunities like these do not present themselves every day, ❞ (Always so modest, huh?) The blond rose his head, holding to his cap’s visor as he did. ❝ so I will say that I am doing well. ❞
#lerfmuses#☕ • Pip!Post.#📁 • MainVerse.#(LISTEN HERE.)#(I'VE WAITED FOR THIS MOMENT AN ENTIRE LIFETIME.)#(THIS IS THE MAIN REASON I RETURNED.)#(THESE TWO LADS.)
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FUNBONDED.
To his knowledge humans did not glitch like animatronics so the child’s convulsions were intriguing, not to mention it was a tragic coincidence that a spell of the bear’s own paroxsym triggered at the same time. Perhaps it was just because the blond had caused him to think of his own malfunction. In an attempt to seize the movement, he attempts to grab his head with his singular hand and, comedically, having to use Bon-Bon like a second hand, mistakenly bonking Bon-Bon on the head with his wide jaw. ❛ Sorry. ❜ He apologized to his friend before reigning in his attention back to the boy paralyzed in fear, aside from the odd, sporadic spasm of course. ❛ What’s wrong, Twitch?! I thought EVERYBODY loves Birthday parties?! I have a party bag of goodies in store for you! ❜
Bon-Bon set to work once again, running his paw across Freddy’s jaw. No harm done from their collision earlier. It was hard “sharing” a body sometimes. ❛ Freddy, there will be plenty of time for party favors later. ❜ He whirred, then spinning back around to the boy who now sat in place. It? Well that was rude! ❛ I assure you I’m no IT young one! You can call me “they” if you wish but “it” is just poor manners! I prefer “he” though. Before I resume; is he/him your preference or do you go by another set of pronouns. I heard another child refer to you as he but if that is not how you identify then just say! I thought it was human etiquette to ask before assuming but I will forgive you since you are in a uncomfortable position and I want to help you feel as comfortable as possible. ❜
Funtime Freddy allowed his friend to speak, despite seemingly aching to interrupt and talk about the “surprises” he had in mind. But things always worked out this way between them. Bon-Bon was always able to stifle his bluster. ❛ Oh, great idea, Milkshake! Lets sit and have a tea party right in the middle of this dark and dingy hallway! ❜ His whole frame creaked while he lowered himself. His legs jutted out in front of him in such a confined space.
At least Freddy was settled now so Bon-Bon could resume. ❛ Lets try to introduce ourselves maybe? It may make the conversation seem a little more friendly and less harrowing. I’ll start; my name is Bon-Bon and I’m an animatronic hand puppet and performer. Now you, Freddy… ❜
❛ I’m Funtime Freddy and I’m a musician, performer, circus entertainer, clown, puppeteer and certified kill- ❜
❛ NOT THAT PART! ❜ He doesn’t need to know everything, just enough about you to get the RIGHT impression. Bon-Bon scorned then turned back to Tweek, softly adding. ❛ I know he can be a little intimidating but I promise Freddy won’t hurt you- ❜
❛ I’m right here.. ❜
Bon-Bon merely rolled his purple, plasticine eyes. ❛ He won’t hurt you as long as I’m here to calm him down. ❜
The duo now look at Tweek, expectantly before Freddy’s shrill voice intones. ❛ Tweek Tweak! I know we ALREADY know you’re name but you should have already known mine since I put so much effort into performing for you and your little friends before you just ran off! ❜
The puppet kept talking, and he could only tilt his head to the side even further, struggling to get the words out. ❝ Uh- w-what?! ❞ Squawked Tweek in loud, obvious confusion. This situation was, slowly, becoming really, really surreal for him. All this pressure, stress and shenanigans were making him feel a bit lightheaded.
It sounded like one of those long-winded asides PC Principal would get invested into during his speeches to the student body, and he was feeling just as lost. Though, despite everything starting to blur together in his head, he believed he had gotten the gist of it: the puppet had taken it as an offense to be referenced as an object. ❝ I’m... I’m sorry, Mr. Puppet? ❞ Whether it was real or a dream, he sounded genuinely embarrassed...
WAIT A SECOND!! He was a 10-year-old having a conversation with KILLING MACHINES! Of course he was going to be uncomfortable, scared and any other word in the dictionary that was related to those two.
❝ AGH!! ❞ Sapphire eyes looked away, his head sinking into his shoulders as he hugged his knees close to his chest. The idea of having this giant, clown-looking, robotic bear getting so close to his level did not seem to ease him at all. He did not want to be there, the bear probably did not want to be there either, the puppet was still talking and, somehow, his fight or flight response had not kicked in yet.
At least he knew their names now. And at t least one of them was not screaming in his face and saying things he could not understand under this much stress.
❝ Uh... ❞ Oh God, those lifeless eyes were staring at him now, to which his first instinct was to look right, then left, then anywhere else than towards the source of the staring. (They were expecting a response from him!) They really seemed to have taken his actions as huge offense overall, and it all came down to the fact that- . ❝ I didn’t ran off!! ❞ Finally, he had the found the courage to speak up.
❝ T-this- this is all a huge misunderstanding. ❞ His fingertips let go of his pants (he had been grabbing to them pretty hard) as he separated his hands from his knees, rising them and gripping strands of his hair instead. ❝ C-clowns scare me! A LOT! ❞ Words came out fast, almost as if stringed together with no spaces in between. ❝ I-I stopped focusing on what was going on after a while, so I thought I would be able to recover if I went to the bathroom and washed my face- b-but I think I went through the wrong corridor- a-and YOU GUYS appeared!! Oh God! ❞
His teeth chattered as he brought his hands to his mouth, really close biting his nails. ❝ T-t-too much... t-too much pressure... ❞ His throat was feeling dry, but he was talking to an animatronic, not a coffee machine.
#funbonded#🍵 • Tweek!Post.#📁 • MainVerse.#cw long post#(Ahhh.)#(Playing with your food; I see.)#(FunFred really puts the ''fun'' in ''funeral'' LOL.)
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