#In Rodger's defense

[chocobje]

In the toodles au how is twisted goob like? Since in cannon he means no harm but he still accidentally hurts the toons how is he in the au?

Goobers turned like the others, but he did find Rodger in the end only for him to finish him off...

Even in the end he was trying to be hopeful (It didn't work)

ronu

[the-football-chick]

um, yikes

[apollo11fangirl]

We all know that Tony can't cook, but what if he can only cook Italian food. Like somehow Maria taught him how to cook her food really well. It's to the point that he can't stand any other Italian food that an't his own.

Rhody and Pepper know all about it, but the Avengers only learn when Steve tries to make some and Tony takes over the kitchen since Tony see him do it all wrong. The best team dinners when Tony cooks.

The same thing happens with British deserts thanks to Ana, Jarvis, and Peggy.

[starry-night-rose]

will I ever stop making new ocs?......NOPE!

Please welcome the newest staff members of Night Raven College

Ms. Margaret Parapluie

And Mr. Edward Rodgers

And joining her fellow students, we have Sabrina Von Puppe

[artyphex]

I've officially gotten someone trying to "call me out" for "defending VivziePop" on TikTok, people saying I'm a "VivziePop dickrider" and look I honestly to god do not see what I say as "defending" her, but fine, here's a defense

I think it's weird as fuck how people are so willing to say heinous things about a queer Latina woman the SECOND they find a target that's "acceptable." I think it's insane how people will dub her a pedophile and a zoophile, two of the worst things a person can be for, at worst, PG-13 art that is both ancient and taken SEVERELY out of context. I think the way people bend over backward to twist her words to have the worst meaning possible is bizarre

I won't be sorry for that. I DON'T have a personal opinion on VivziePop, I can't, she's a stranger, but I will never not see this behavior around her as 10x weirder than anything she's ever done. I think it's fucking gross how quickly the internet will turn on queer women the moment it has "permission."

I hate how uncritically it's done. I hate how blatant the double standard is compared to someone like Brandon Rodgers. It infuriates me, honestly. Some people out there should genuinely be ashamed for the behavior they express

TLDR: The worst thing a woman can be is successful and flawed

[lowkeyrobin]

Hi could I request a Carlos De Vil x reader where maybe she is the daughter of Roger and Anita Radcliffe from 101 Dalmatians. Maybe it could be like an enemies to lovers situation but not necessarily enemies cause Carlos is such a sweetheart

IM SOBBING YES YES YESSSSSS ; also fair warning I only write gn / they/them readers so I keep everything pretty in the middle so everyone feels included haha ; but thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy 🫶

CARLOS DE VIL ; a new story

summary ; yours and carlos' parents were enemies in their stories, but you and carlos, not so much

warnings ; language

track ; something new, tokio hotel

word count ; 1.6k

masterlist

You knew the story of Cruella De Vil and your parents one hundred one dalmatians. It was told to you as a bedtime story every night you asked for it growing up. So, naturally, you'd grown a distaste for Cruella De Vil, and her son who'd you'd just found out existed, Carlos.

You never sported a fancy dress or a tux, considering you worked with dogs.

During the VK's second day in Auradon, their search for their next class led them past your little pasture of grass where you worked with and trained dogs. From Yorkies to German Shepherds, you had them all.

But you'd unfortunately caught their attention as they passed by, your loud shouting and jogging leading them to you. Mal opens the door, Carlos behind her shivering and shaking at the sight of dogs.

"What are you doing?!" He asks her

Mal rolls her eyes. "Seeing what they're doing with all these dogs"

The four approach you, nearly scaring the hell out of you with their bright hair and clothes. They'd snuck up on you while you had your back turned, in your defense.

"Oh, hello! You must be the new kids?"

Mal nods. "Mal, Maleficent's daughter"

She accepts your handshake as you introduce yourself. "Y/n. Rodger and Anita Radcliffe's kid. Y'know, Cruella De Vil and the dalmatians?" You chuckle

Mal, Evie, and Jay all look over at Carlos, practically pretzeling himself as he holds his arms to his chest, feet stuck together to make himself a smaller target for all the dogs.

"Evie, daughter of Evil Queen" The blue haired girl smiles.

"I'm Jay" The boy with the long hair flexes his muscles.

Mal snaps at Carlos.

"Uh- Carlos."

"Cruella De Vil's son" Mal smirks.

You blink, staring at the boy. "Uhm, so! Why are you guys here? Shouldn't you be in class?"

Mal shrugs. "We'll be fine. What's with all the dogs?" She asks, watching a pitbull nearly tackle you as it jumps on you.

You giggle, rubbing his back. "I train dogs" You answer, looking back up at her.

"At school?"

You shrug. "Better than on the street. Fairy Godmother allowed it cause I'm such an excellent student" You give them a fake smile, knowing your grades were fairly average, maybe just below. "But, it's either this or they get killed" You shrug, "I work with cats as well, but my friend Marie is mostly in charge of that"

"Let me guess..." The purple haired girl begins. "Marie, like those three little talking kittens?"

You nod. "You can play with them," you say, referring to the dogs, "I'm not gonna tattle on you for skipping, I couldn't care less."

Carlos shrieks, jumping onto Jay's shoulders quickly as a small dog attempts to jump on him, wanting attention. Your eyes quickly widen, looking up at him. You look back at Mal, curious as to why he was so jumpy.

"He'll tell you" She snickers, her and Evie walking off to play with one of the smaller dogs.

Jay shoves Carlos off his shoulders, leaving him cowering in fear to chase after one of the larger dogs. Carlos stands still, staring at you while the dogs bark and growl, playing with each other and with his friends.

"Why are you so scared of dogs?" You chuckle, picking a little Shitzu up, holding her in your arms.

"My mom told me that dogs are little demons that eat boys when they're bad" He answers quickly, the words falling out of his mouth. His eyes are running wild, trying to make sure none of the dogs approached him.

Your expression softens, realizing he's not some evil asshole that you'd thought he was at first. Christ, he wasn't gonna hurt these dogs, he couldn't even be within the same space as them.

"Well, your mom lied to you. These dogs are the nicest creatures on this Earth, they wouldn't ever think of purposefully hurting you, let alone think of eating you" You chuckle, scratching the ears of the dog in your arms.

A slightly wide eyed look appears on his face, like he couldn't believe that his mom would lie to him about that, especially so much to create a phobia. But, it made sense to him, she's lied before, she treated him like some servant to her.

"You wanna hold her?" You ask him, referring to the dog in your arms.

He quickly shakes his head no, still a little too scared to wanna face his fear. For all he knew, you could've been lying to him.

"That's fine," you softly smile, trying to make him feel comfortable. You could tell he was a bit less tense, but you tried keeping things calm for him. The audible laughter of his friends fills your ears, seeing them practically playing tag with a handful of the dogs. "You don't have dogs on the Isle, do you?"

He shakes his head again.

"Well, feel free to do as you please. I don't think your friends wanna leave anytime soon"

"I don't think so either"

It'd been a while since your first encounter with the new VK's. But, you didn't think they were some delinquents with no hope for a future like others did, they were just misunderstood and needed a chance to succeed.

Carlos, by himself, had come down to your spot one afternoon.

You were occupied with brushing the shed fur off the longer haired dogs, working on a retriever when he entered.

"Hi" He shyly smiles.

You turn back to look at him. "Oh, hey, Carlos!" You smile. "What's up?"

"I don't think dogs are evil anymore"

"Good" You chuckle. "What changed your mind?"

He shrugs. "You"

You roll your eyes, turning back to the retriever to hide the fact your face was heating up.

"You need any help?"

You stop yourself, looking back at him. "If you'd like to"

He smiles, approaching you to help.

"Just hold her paws like this. She likes squirming"

"She's pretty"

"She's got a hell of a coat"

He jumps as the dog barks, wanting out of your grips.

"Calm down, it's almost over"

Carlos was still kinda jumpy with dogs, even after he'd been on the tourney team for nearly a year. You, in honor of his growth with his exposure to his fear, decided to give him a dog to finish his exposure therapy. That was all his idea, you never thought for a second to try and force him to get along with dogs.

But, he wanted to be closer to you, which meant he'd have to get used to the dogs.

To be totally open and honest, he'd quickly developed a crush on you. Crush as in he was totally, completely in love with you.

He adored your soft smiles of encouragement and reassurance, how you were so kind and understanding, how you saw him for who he was. A lot of people assumed that he and his friends were pure evil, not thinking for a moment that maybe since they were raised by and to be villains, that they had things backwards but had grown into good people. You did that for him like how Ben did for Mal, how Doug did for Evie, how Lonnie did for Jay.

He just wanted to love you, to hold you close, and thank you for being truly you.

If he had to admit it, he'd be honest about how he was damn near mortified of you after hearing who your parents were, thinking that you were just like the retelling of your parents in his mother's stories. Thank God you'd exposed him to the true story and proved to him that you weren't some asshole.

He never expected to fall in love with you like this, your stories of the past told in the present, just a little backwards. How funny would it be to explain how your parents were rivals in the past and you'd fallen in love? How ironic.

He knew at least that your parents liked him, he was not planning on introducing you to his mother though, if that ever could've happened. The barrier still being up was the perfect excuse not to.

But, he desperately wanted to ask you a very specific question, something that could really make or break your relationship.

"Do you wanna go to the cotillion with me?"

"Sure" You shrug. "But, I do have a little surprise for you"

"Hm?"

You stop yourselves on the path in the woods. You whistle, causing a dog to sprint up to you from the woods. He stops at your feet, barking at his arrival. You smile, picking him up, handing him to Carlos.

Carlos, confused, looks up at you.

"His name is Dude. Don't ask about that. But he's yours. He needs a home, you're a pretty fit candidate" You smile

Carlos happily pouts. "Why are you?-"

"Because I can" You shrug. "And you've come a long way with your fear. I'm proud of you"

He scratches Dude's ears, a happy smile upon his face. "Thank you?"

"You're welcome"

"I still don't understand how or why you decided that I needed a dog, but I appreciate it"

At the cotillion, you and Carlos, after Uma's final attack, dance in the pool of water together, soaking yourselves while Mal and Ben dance together. Evie and Doug and Jay and Lonnie do as well, eyeing yours and Carlos' looks at each other, like you had hearts in your eyes.

You both jump in the water, splashing each other with it purposefully.

"Stop!" Carlos laughs, picking up a cupped handful of water to splash your face.

"Oh, you're dead!" You giggle, doing the same to him.

"Watch out, lovebirds!" Mal laughs, running past you two as Ben chases her.

"Lovebirds?"

"Do not act oblivious." Evie rolls her eyes playfully. "Just kiss already"

[fizzyboy]

hey fizzy if you woke up as a Blot one day how long would you survive against the toons?

Depends on who I run into, if I'm fully aware of my situation, and where I spawn.

If I was aware that I was blot, I would attempt to go for the Breaker route for evolution purely for long-term self-defense. Other than that, I would try to be pretty chill with everyone as long they don't try to kill me.

If I run into groups before all that happens, my best bet is Finn and Co. The worst outcom would be Rodger and Co. Either way, I stay out of the way unless I don't have a choice.

Blots don't need to eat or drink, so I could survive by being a coward if I wanted. But I don't, so I'm not gonna.

[dandysworldhcs]

stalking your blog oOoOo

Again, apologies for the ask, ik yall have a clogged inbox rn (if i can help lemme know)

headcanons be upon ye

Tisha has hand sanitizer on her at all times

Ginger is lesbian and has a crush on a certain festive friend of hers, but she doesn’t know yet. She’ll learn. (if the ginger/bobette ship doesn’t have a name, can I nominate pastrypresent)

Ace RnD! more ace representation dammit. Razzle is demiromantic, Dazzle is not, and they’re both pan

Twisted Rodger’s lower goopy half behaves like a snake’s tail when he’s exploring (investigation doesn’t stop when you’re overcome by ichor), making him look kinda like a naga

Rudie has moral OCD, and thanks literally everyone for anything

glisten chews his nails, but pretends he doesn’t. he’s gotten metal stuck between his teeth multiple times from it

Scraps uses the cup on her tail to carry small objects while running and walking or carrying larger items with her paws

aroace goob my beloved

Gigi has tried to steal the other toons before. The closet she got was when Connie tried to possess her and got stuck in the hollow clear part of her head

Shelly will eat rocks

Vee has misophonia due to the sensitivity of her microphone tail/internal mic/speakers

toodles would absolutely adore skittles

—angst below this point—

(If you’re going to react to any of my hcs, I’d prefer it be these; ive spent too much time on them. Or the lesbian ginger one)

The twisteds aren’t mindless zombies. They’re more like feral versions of the non-twisted version of themselves, running on instinct and unable to control their new selves. The ichor has imbued them with a strong prey/territory drive, and all toons are seen as threats or invaders to them. The other twisteds are tolerated, but not entirely recognized. Sometimes they get memories or emotions from the past or the uncorrupted version of them, but the ichor makes it near-unintelligible. The lethal outbursts toward the toons is a result of the intense confusion and fear in all of the Twisteds, manifesting in different forms for each of them.

ik this is a common one, but moth astro! his antenna are under his hat, and his wings are his blanket. Twisted Astro is so upset not just from the ichor, but because his wings have been torn to shreds and the pain is just as unbearable as the guilt

Twisted Goob doesn’t understand what his hugs are doing to the Toons, he just wants something familiar, some sort of comfort, but they keep dying in his arms. It wears on him, leading to his constant state of despairing confusion

Dandy originally wanted to fix everything, save everyone, but after losing Pebble and Astro, the grief forced him to stop. The odd floors where his shop doesn’t show up, he spends organizing/watching the tapes, and trying to forget. Sometimes he breaks down, but he makes sure he’s out of sight when he does. It’s hard to tell he’s still blaming himself for it all, but it tugs at him constantly

Glisten has always been scared of being forgotten, and the reflection trick started out of his desperation to be seen. Appearing to your friends randomly is quite memorable, so he hides his dizziness afterwards and pretends he’s okay, trying to make sure they don’t leave him behind

Cosmo witnessed Sprout being twisted, because it was his attempt to keep his friend safe, but it ended up infecting him with ichor in the process. Cosmo couldn’t deal with the guilt and shame, so he went back down, trying to find his lost friend. unfortunately, Sprout was twisted by then, and Cosmo lost his will to fight upon seeing what had happened, leading to his own defeat

shrimpo desperately wants someone to like him, to be friends, but he’s stuck in a permanent state of defensive isolation, causing his violent attitude. The world is not out to get you, ebi, no matter how it seems

Being twisted is not an instantaneous or mundane process, and in cases like with Twisted Glisten, some toons will hold on to sentience out of hope or desperation.

Cosmo’s another interesting case, because his ichor overtake started with Sprout, who managed to use his ability a final time while in the process of twisting, accidentally infecting the same toon he was trying to save. Due to not knowing and holding out hope that Sprout was still alive, Cosmo wasn’t affected immediately. His ability degraded over time, but the real breaking point was seeing his friend in a twisted state, destroying his will to go on. hence in the research, it says it was both being overcome by ichor and losing his best friend that caused him to become twisted

Brightney is often disregarded by most, and attempts not to show it, but being ignored has effects over time. Approaching the point of no return, her bulb glows dimmer and dimmer, until it goes out. It’s only lit up again when the ichor takes over, erasing her emotions and forcing her back into a state where her light is as bright as it can go

I am so sorry about the massive list, dw hyperfixation kicked in hard, and please let me know if I can help reduce strain or issues at all, sorry again

~ Anomaly Cereal Anon (or just cereal anon. or autism cereal anon. call me whatever’s the best for you)

pre read me, im very excited to read this

POST READ ANOMALY CEREAL WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME. THESE ANGST HCS ARE CHANGING MEEEE..... WUAGAHHHHSHAHSGOSBS

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Thinking of some gay for a real world au.

I can see Rodger being well educated about self defense. Being a detective would make him much more wary about physical safety. He has probably taken a class, as well as having a concealed carry. Glisten keeps things like pepper spray in his purse, but he hasn’t had any actual training for self defense. This admittedly makes Rodger a bit concerned as he’d rather his husband know how to handle himself in a fight, since due to his field of work he ends up exposed to a lot of creeps. He tries to teach him certain techniques of how to escape certain situations, with demonstrations so he can know what it’s like to do it physically.

One of these times he was showing glisten how to properly escape being pinned to the floor, and glistens gay ass was struggling so hard to focus on what he was saying and not how hot he found it-

It took a while for Rodger to realize that he was absolutely flustering the poor mirror. He could tell glisten was struggling to pay attention but didn’t get why at first

[the-fiction-witch]

Last Names

Media - The Artful Dodger Character - Jack Dawkins Couple - Jack X Reader Reader - Y/n (Elizabeth) Rating - 12 Word Count - 1165

Jack completed his rounds, the rhythmic click of his shoes echoing softly against the polished floor of the corridor. As he stifled a yawn, he stretched his arms overhead, feeling the tension in his muscles begin to ease. Running a hand through his slightly disheveled hair, he glanced around the familiar surroundings, the muted walls and the faint scent of death lingering in the air. With each step, he felt the fatigue of the day weighing on him, and he quickened his pace toward his room, longing for a moment of rest and solitude amidst the evening's quietude.

“Doctor Dawkins?” Professor Mcgregor called from his office’s open door, “A Word?”

Jack swallowed hard, fighting back the overwhelming urge to roll his eyes as he felt the familiar irritation rising within him. With a deep breath, he composed himself, placing his hands firmly behind his back and forcing the corners of his mouth into a practiced smile. “Yes, of course, Professor,” he replied with a polite nod, stepping through the heavy wooden door and into the office.

As he entered, the unmistakable scent of neat whiskey enveloped him, the professor’s infamous penchant for drink. The dim light cast shadows across the room, illuminating the professor slouched at his cluttered desk, his brow furrowed in concentration. Across from him sat a woman,

Jack remained rooted to the spot, waiting expectantly for the professor to address him with whatever task or briefing he had in mind. He directed only a cursory glance at the woman, noting her elegantly tailored dress and the way she intently watched the professor, as if assessing the situation for herself.

“Allow me to introduce, Doctor Jack Dawkins our newest addition to our hospital. Surgical man, with a long storied resume.” The professor introduced,

“Pleasure to meet you, Doctor,” The woman stood and offered her hand,

It was only at that moment that Jack finally turned his gaze toward her, and an instinctual awareness surged through him, setting off alarm bells in his mind like an alley cat's defensive hiss.

She appeared to be around his age, her striking figure partially concealed beneath a large, flamboyant hat that combined deep black with soft lavender hues. The hat, adorned with delicate embellishments, framed an elegantly styled updo of hair that seemed to shimmer under the light, a style he found oddly familiar yet couldn’t place. Her gown, a captivating blend of lilac and black, boasted a voluminous crinoline that billowed around her as she moved,. The fabric glimmered subtly, catching the eye, while her gloved hand delicately held a matching parasol. Everything about her felt enchanting, yet a sense of déjà vu lingered in the back of Jack's mind, leaving him to wonder about the uncharted connection he sensed with this mysterious woman.

“Of course, a pleasure to meet you as well,” he nodded taking her hand and giving it a small kiss, “Miss?”

“Ms. Elizabeth Smithen, Rodgers, Hartlen, Franklin, Elmswood, Potterly.” The professor explained,

Jack’s eyes bulged, “Ughh- forgive me but..”

“Ms. Elizabeth Smithen, Rodgers, Hartlen, Franklin, Elmswood, Potterly.” The professor repeated,

“Ms. Elizabeth …Smithen…Rodgers… Hartlen… Franke-”

“Ms. Elizabeth Smithen, Rodgers, Hartlen, Franklin, Elmswood, Potterly. Come on man.”

“Ms. Elizabeth is also acceptable gentleman,” she spoke up,

“Of course, do forgive me Ms. Elizabeth.” he smiled,

“It’s alright doctor,” she smiled,

“So why have you come to grace our hospital with your sweet presence Ms. Elizabeth?”

“Her husband is considering becoming the hospital's new patron.” Professor Mcgregor explained,

“Oh,” Jack nodded, “And he is… where?”

“He is not feeling too well, so he sent me instead.”

“Hu… right.”

“I have some paperwork to attend to, and Doctor Sneed is far too busy, so you will be giving Ms. Elizabeth Smithen, Rodgers, Hartlen, Franklin, Elmswood, Potterly the show around, if you can manage that?” Professor Mcgregor explained,

“Yes. of course.” Jack nodded, “I’d be delighted Ms. Elizabeth.”

He offered his arm and she happily took it, he took her on a tour of the hospital all while mining her with small questions trying to figure out why he seemed to recognise her. But he couldn’t seem to place where or why he remembered her.

But while he showed her the morgue he caught her fiddling with a silver locket,

And the moment he saw it, everything fell into place in his mind.

The little silver locker engraved with a lily flower, “Y/n…”

“What-” she gasped in shock her eyes wide,

“I- I’m sorry I uhh…” he shook his head, “You remind me so much of… someone I knew… once.” He muttered, “Someone who wore a necklace just like that… I used to call her…”

“Little flower…”

“... Y-You are Y/n? Aren’t you?”

She nodded, “Ho- how do you know that?”

“Becuase it’s me. Dodger.”

“D-Doger?!” She gasped, “You- You’re alive!” She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight intense hug,

“I never thought I’d see you again,” Jack cried as he coiled his arms around her waist, “What are you doing here?”

“Trying to build a life, what are you doing here? And a doctor! How the hell did you bdo that?”

“Alot of work,” He laughed, “But I guess the same as you trying to… rebuild everything.”

“I’m so happy to see you,”

“I am too, I missed you so badly,” He cooed kissing her forehead, “Wait- why are you going by Elizabeth then?”

“... As to not be arrested.”

“Good plan.” He nodded, “I keep wondering if I should have done that…”

“Its fine Bareilly anyone knew you as Jack then,”

“True. But… all the last names? How many times have you been married?”

“Six.”

“Six! Christ Y/n, why?”

“Ain’t an awful lot of opportunities in this world for a young lady without a husband.”

“And where are all these… six husbands,”

“Only one’s still alive,”

“...Y/n? Did you… Are you a… Black widow?”

“...I don’t think so,”

“Y/n. Did you do anything to your previous husbands?”

“Well…” She trailed off,

“I don’t like how long your taking to answer me,”

“I did not to anything to my previous husbands… directly,”

“Directly?”

“They were all very old. Married them, took the money, sold the house moved on.”

“That makes sense,” he nodded, “And the current one?”

“Death's door, can’t even leave his bed but has enough money he can buy half of Port victory.”

“So… you're going to be widowed again? For the sixth time?” He smirked a little,

“Mhm,”

“Have I mentioned yet how beautiful you still are?” he cooed, “and how badly I’ve missed you?”

y/n laughed, “Sounds like I am being propositioned for my Seventh husband?”

“Maybe,” He smirked rubbing his nose on hers,

“Nothing would make me happier after all these years,” she cooed pulling him in for a sweet and tender kiss,

“Perfect,” He cooed, “But I so have a request?”

“Oh?”

“Can you please just be Mrs Y/n Dawkins?” He asked, “Cause there is no way on this earth I am ever going to remember Mrs Elizabeth, Smithen, Rodgers, Hartlen, Franklin, Elmswood, Potterly, Dawkins.”

“I think that’s fair,” she agreed, “Just Y/n Dawkins.”

“Humm you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” 

[rockingreads]

Jacky Gunn & Jim Jenkins: Queen: As it Began (1994)

When it was first published, way back in 1994, this felt like the definitive Queen biography, fully authorized by the group's three surviving members and bearing a foreword from guitarist Brian May.

For all I know it still is, though I see that it's been updated and revised a number of times, and there's apparently a 2025 edition due in April, so you may want to reach for that instead of this 30-year relic.

True to its title, As it Began dedicates a chapter to each of Queen's four principals (May, Freddie Mercury, Roger Taylor, and John Deacon), their unique backgrounds and formative experiences, to illustrate why their eventual union proved so fruitful and intriguing.

Once fame arrives (heck, even before it does), co-authors Gunn and Jenkins reveal their fan club manager credentials by punctiliously chronicling every album and tour, while obviously acknowledging but carefully tiptoeing around the band's more salacious and excessive rock star behavior.

Mind you, it's not that they're hiding the truth, just refraining from washing too much dirty laundry in public when a just a dollop will suffice, thereby reinforcing both their loyalty to Queen and the not unjustified objection to a lot of nasty lies and gossip that the British press had been printing about Freddie in the years leading up to his death.

Yes, their circumspection grows a little tiresome in the book's final third, as cataloguing every last honor, award, and recognition for Queen's achievements becomes a defense mechanism against said press persecution, but also starts to overshadow their admittedly diminished cultural relevance and musical activities.

So I, for one, didn't mind this the original edition concludes without addressing all those Freddie tributes and 1995's posthumous Made in Heaven LP, and I still have little curiosity about May and Taylor's subsequent collaborations with Paul Rodgers and Adam Lambert.

But I am due to read a proper Freddie bio, so if you have any recommendations among the countless options available out there, fire away!

Featured Records:

Queen: Greatest Hits (1981)

Queen: Queen (1973)

Queen: Innuendo (1991)

Buy from: Amazon

[roachesbf]

Hey if possible could I get a Bunny Rudy x Jessica rabbit male reader? Where the male reader visit the base cause he misses his hunny bunny very very much while Rudy is thumping really happily seeing the male reader run up to him kissing his face all over like Jessica did in the movie ‘who framed Rodger rabbit’

I do hope this makes sense lol And do please take your time there is no rush at all so please take your time :)

Bunny Rudy X Jessica Rabbit!MaleReader

When you first enter the base it catches almost everyone off guard!! One you dress very differently, and two you hold a different type of confidence to yourself. All the other men whispered amongst themselves on who you were here for and they’d never imagined it’d be sergeant major Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra!! Your hunny bunny missed you as much as you missed him!! The entire time he was impatiently thumping his foot against the ground, his tail wagging around as others tried holding a conversation with him. All Rudy wanted was to be with you yet here he was!! Not with you!! He would complain to Alejandro about how badly he missed you so maaybbee Alejandro pulled a few strings and got you to visit base, anything for his 4lyfer. He’s grunting the entire time, he is not enjoying a single second. His ears are all tense due to his annoyed behavior, until he hears something that clearly doesn’t belong on base…clacking?? Rudy's ears strike up as alert when he recognizes that sound anywhere.

This literally jumps for joy when he sees you, running into your arms as you spin him around!! Rudys immediately scenting you while you smear your red lipstick all over his cute face. It catches almost everyone on guard because one, where did the Rudy from five minutes ago, go. And two, how the hell did he bag you. You’re giggling as he asks you questions between each kiss, did you eat? How have you been sleeping? Is everything okay back home? He gives you a quick little kiss on your nose before being put down. You got him sitting in your lap all the while he’s making jokes that crack you up. Everyones looking at the two of you like they’re hallucinating, asking Alejandro if they know anything about this.

Rudy introduces you to everyone rather quickly, he’s always been excited to talk about you and show you off. You jokingly will slap his arm and then squish his cheeks before giving him another kiss, saying how he’s always flattering you when it comes to other people. He insists it's nothing but the truth and here you are all over again flaunting your amazing love life in front of everyone. He even has you show off your great self defense skills against some of the soldiers on base!! Of course early on in the relationship one of his favorite things to do was showing you how to defend yourself.

You make sure you’re always attached to his hip during your visit. It’s only when he’s gone because he’s forced to do work where you seem to stop acting so lovesick. Without Rudy you seem cold and distant, complete contrast to who you were 10 seconds ago. Everyone tries to talk to you but if it’s not about Rudy then you have no reason to talk to any of the other men at base. When they asked what attracted you to him, the simple answer of “he makes me laugh” confused them even more. When he comes back, he flops onto your lap, your lipstick still stained on his face.

[diggitydoggo]

Shelly main here. Eh... Call me Sheldon. Shell anon... Shell ... Eh, call me Rusty, after RustyArmor.

So. I stumbled upon your posts and seeing the drawings, ideas and all that. I wanted to throw a thought at the polishing armor story. Or... This whole... Multiverse of Suitor?

Shelly is the fourth partner in the group relationship between Suitor, Glisten, and Rudie. She just ended up joining the "love suitor club" due to their shared love of giant reptiles. And she has fun sewing fun little medieval flags and banners for him.

Really it only started when he asked her about dinosaurs, but when he started ranting about differences in dragons. How wiverns aren't the same as Drakes and noting the difference between Wyrms and Serpent dragons. (I imagine he is like Shelly where he studies DEEP into the hole that is his hyper fixation. In this case, dragons and their relationships with knights.)

It clicks off, and while the two don't hang together as much as Rudie or Glisten does with him. Shelly still loves rambling with him and vice versa. Shelly may feel ignored at times, but Suitor helps her feel better.

... Onto the polishing the armor thing. Shelly finds out (She was in the elevator with Gigi and Rodger, but because due to how she is ignored in lore. They either didn't notice or forgot about her the moment twisted Suitor and Glisten slid into the elevator. Due to a mix of curiosity, concern. And interest in Rodgers' rehabilitation idea, she promised herself not to say anything around Dandy and the other mains) volunteers to try something as she steps into Twisted Suitors' room. He is of course, defensive. Aggressive, you know how he is.

... But she makes progress, doing something Rodger never thought to do... Honorably challenge Twisted suitor to a battle of knowledge. Still seeing himself as a knight, he accepts. Mostly to try and pry apart the thieves' knowledge and schemes. To finally get Glisten to believe him.

"How many Dragon facts can she get right"

She, half adopting suitors nerdom of dragons. Slowly gets into twisted suitors head, just enough. To get a small nugget of doubt in that he might be wrong about the thieves... He is still aggressive, but a little less after the knightly challenge with Shelly. He still believes most of the toons to be thieves, but... Something just doesn't sit right for him after that visit.

~Rusty

This fandom feeds me so well!!! Kinda fitting the guy named Suitor has a lot of...well "suitors" Fun fact! One of the possible names for him back when he was first created was Amor cause it sounds like armor.

[valengory1234]

Small excerpt in which Chloe catches Red playing the piano:

When Chloe entered the small room, she gaped at the scene in front of her. The Princess of Hearts was at a piano, playing the gentlest love song she had ever heard. Red’s back was to the door and Tale as Old as Time echoed off the walls around them. For the first time ever, Chloe was able to see the princess’s royal upbringing. Her posture was straight, but not stiff. Her movements were graceful, not as guarded as they normally were. Her defensive mannerisms were nowhere to be found, and the bluenette found herself in awe not only because of the melody surrounding her, but also at the sight of Red fully relaxed, as her finger delicately danced across the keys.  

The moment ended too quickly for Chloe to catch. Red stiffened immediately after the last note, and whipped around to face her intruder. Chloe didn’t know how the princess became aware of her presence, but she wished she could go back to the moment before when Red’s golden eyes weren’t glaring at her.  

“Hi-” she tried to speak as Red stood, but the other girl cut her off with a harsh tone.  

“What are you doing here?” Her hands were balled into fists, and her shoulders were tense. Chloe found herself lifting her own in an attempt to deescalate the situation.  

“I was just looking for you,” despite her best efforts her voice shook. “You weren’t at our lockers.” 

Red paused to take in the sight of girl in front of her. Slowly, she released the tension in her shoulders, and softened her expression. Her hands came to rest at her sides, but something about her posture was still guarded.  

“You were running late. I got bored of waiting,” she said, glancing away from her roommate. Chloe let out her breath and nodded.  

“Sorry about that, I had some questions about Professor Rodger’s midterm.” Red’s gaze met hers again, brows furrowed with curiosity this time instead of anger.  

“We don’t start midterms for another three weeks,” her voice lifted with the indirect question. Chloe smiled at the way her head tilted to the side.

“I know, I just had an idea for my essay that I wanted to run by him.” 

“Whatever little miss perfect,” Red rolled her eyes but there was no malice in it. “Can we go back to our room now?”  

The bluenette laughed a little and followed her out of the practice room.  

[gardenviews-mysterious-depths]

[ I despise whatever I made for Dandy's description cause you MF IM JUMPING YOU GRRRR ]

[ Even though I doodle him often and ship him with someone does not mean I likey 😔 ]

[ Anyways onto the actual thing ]

[ DANDICUS "DANDY" DANCIFER M-01-05 ]

[ Ignore how ASS he looks </3 i don't like his og pose ]

[ Description: The star of the show and the genius himself: Dandy! He's always thinking about causing trouble, but his friends tell him otherwise! He teaches kids that some things, although fun, can be bad! ]

[ NOTE: THE STATS WILL BE CUSTOMIZED AND HAVING ADDITIONAL THINGS ADDED (I'll explain more in another post). NOTHING BELOW THE KEEP READING IS TRUE/REAL, JUST ME MAKING HIM A PLAYABLE CHARACTER IN MY AU (even though he's dying </3) ]

[ Stats: Health - 150/Two hearts (Each heart costs 50 hp. Suprisingly even with low hearts you can still continue, HOWEVER, you are as close to an instant kill as things can get)| Skill Check/Defense - ☆☆☆/3 Stars | Movement Speed - ☆☆☆☆/4 Stars | Stamina - ☆☆/Two Stars | Stealth - ☆☆/Two stars | Extraction Speed/Attack - ☆☆☆☆☆/Five stars ]

[ Role: All-Rounder ]

[ Abilities: The One Who Is Familiar - If a twisted is chasing Dandy, they will gain their speed during panic mode (will disappear once lost sight/chasing another player). If he get hit, he would get double damage (let's say commons deal like 20 damage, they deal 40 now). Though he will know where the machines are! (PASSIVE) | Let the Genius Handle This! - Dandy can complete a machine in the floor or fix a blackout (basically veemote). (ACTIVE - 1 USE PER FLOOR) ]

[ Requirements: Get 6k Ichor! | Get 100% on all twisteds (INCLUDING Twisted Dandy) | Complete "Stand by Gardenview, Forevermore." quest (quest is basically just: Finding all the notes/research on ichor Dandy has left behind) (yes the name is a reference to a song) ]

[ Buying him: "Aw, struggling so much? I can lend a hand!" ]

[ Fun Facts about this au Dandy!: He loves water pranks, considering he's a prank flower in this au (they actually squirt out water, however Dandy here just squeaks). He is MESSY when stressed, Tisha does not like him much because of that. He's a mechanic, not a gardener here! ]

[ Info about him in this au: A 'bit' of a troublemaker and an asshole to people, but is genuinely trying to be a better person, especially after the show. He is stubborn and adamant about things, and can get to irrational decisions at times. As much as he is a genius, he can be blindsided with rage or any emotion, which can make his plans falter or have drastic side effects. He is the main character, but he was never the type to really lead a group. He cannot quell the insatiable urge to prank someone or mess with them. Yet he can have a good heart, and can be brave for others at times. Usually, his inventions isn't even for him, but for other people. ]

[ He's not someone who follows rules well, following his own rules at times. However, this annoyed many of the staff in Gardenview greatly. ]

[ It was inevitable the ichor would've reached him, he can be as nosy as Rodger at times. Now all is left is a pile of corpses with only a pile of film showing he was once there. ]

[zinkysworld]

in goob's defense she was RIGHT there

(context being me and the rodger played a game before where there was a flutter with the '*licks your toes* ngh,,,' archetype and i think i summoned her)