#Mordecai Brown

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i just made my first gifs ever omg

i've unleashed a new power 😏

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I could be wrong about some of these, and I’m definitely not an expert on cats or their patterns, but these are my guesses for what real-life cat coat pattern corresponds with the Lackadaisy characters’ designs.

Rocky Rickaby: blue mackerel tabby

Calvin McMurray: red classic/marbled tabby

Ivy Pepper: Havana brown

Mitzi May: fawn

Mordecai Heller: tuxedo

Viktor Vasko: red ticked tabby

Sedgewick Sable: cinnamon point

Dorian Zibowski: red ticked tabby

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My Tournaments

Ongoing Tournaments

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Best Sun and Moon Motif Characters - Round 4 - Semifinals (Heart & Mind VS Solgaleo & Lunala) (Sonic & Knuckles VS Princess Celestia & Princess Luna)

Technically A Magical Girl! - Round 4 - Semifinals (Jade Harley VS Mary Poppins) (Hatsune Miku VS Amy Rose)

Fucking Whatever - Round 5 - Quarterfinals

Best FxF Magical Girl Ship - Round 4

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Best Magical Girl Webcomic - Round 2

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Best Steven Universe Character - Garnet

Who Would Win? Magical Girl Fight - Sailor Moon

Best Transformation Sequence - Cure Milky

Best Pink Magical Girl - Madoka Kaname

Best Red Magical Girl - Sailor Mars

Best Orange Magical Girl - Sailor Venus

Best Yellow Magical Girl - Mami Tomoe

Best Green Magical Girl - Sailor Jupiter

Best Blue Magical Girl - Sailor Mercury

Best Purple Magical Girl - Sailor Saturn

Best Rainbow Magical Girl - Cure Summer

Best Black Themed Magical Girl - Cure Black

Best White Themed Magical Girl - Princess Tutu

Best Brown Themed Magical Girl - Kaede Akino

Best Misc. Color Themed Magical Girl - Sailor Moon

Best Fairy - Aisha

Best Magical Girl Weapon - Crescent Rose

Best Magical Girl Opening Theme - Rondo Revolution

Best Magical Duo - Anthy Himemiya & Utena Tenjou

Best Adult Magical Girl - Sailor Pluto

Best Magical Boy - Cousin Jack

Best Eyes - Yui Yumekawa

Elemental Battle - Team Water (Sailor Neptune and Aisha)

Danganronpa Shipping Battle - Aoi & Sakura

Best Pet Showdown - Mordecai

Characters Who Became God Tournament - Madoka Kaname

Most Handsome Magical Girl - Sailor Uranus

Best Trans Magical Hero - Citrine Heart

Best Magical Girl OC - Minori Momiji

Best Magical Girl Squad - The Inner Sailors

Should've Been A Precure - Bibury

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My main blog is @mangobronypower

My magical girl blog is @magicalgirlstellastarlight - i am a REAL LIFE magical girl!

My bang dream and other magical girl / idol blog is @bandorisideblog

I am 25 I use she/star pronouns

Blinkies credit to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

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New Lackadaisy ocs! (Audrey the ginger boy and Hannah the brown haired girl)

They’re fankids of the union of my oc and my friend’s ocs, which in turn is a fankid of her other oc and Mordecai Heller. Their whole lore is weird, their parents are weird haha. I just want to draw cats and pretend they’re still related to lackadaisy regardless of how disconnected I get from the main plot and characters lol.

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The Leviathan method: Step 11: Describe Your Protagonist(s)

Bianca Moore is a striking figure with golden hair that frames her flawless complexion and brown eyes, complemented by an hourglass figure. Standing at 5 feet tall, her appearance is both graceful and formidable, with white, black, and gold wings accented by golden feathers that hint at her celestial origins. Despite her angelic beauty, her elongated canines and aura of mystery hint at her hybrid nature. She is shaped by trauma and conflict. Bianca carries the weight of her tumultuous past with silent strength and often conceals her vulnerability behind a mask of pragmatism and reserve.

Quick Reference List

Tech Knowledge: Basic Modern Tech, Writing Software

Economic Class: Upper Middle-Class Author, Self-Sufficient, CEO Wife

Skills: Magic Combat (time-space-ice), Healing, Reality Manipulation. Swordsmanship (Noctemaris - Solstice)

Hobbies: Reading, Sketching, Writing

Classifications: Celestial-Demonic Hybrid, Otherworldly, Cosmic Horror

Vital Stats: Petite Build, Ethereal Glow, Dual Heritage

Bianca Moore: Detailed Character Breakdown

Technology/Tech Knowledge Bianca has a rudimentary understanding of modern technology but is far from a tech-savvy individual. She knows how to operate everyday devices like smartphones and laptops, using them primarily to write her novels or research. Her skills extend to basic software like word processors and communication tools, but she struggles with more advanced or futuristic technology. Due to her displacement, she has no need for advanced machinery, relying instead on her abilities. However, she is intrigued by weaponry and gadgets, particularly those she encounters in the world of Final Fantasy VII. Tech Knowledge: Basic Modern Tech, Writing Software

Economic/Social Class (during her marriage to Mordecai) Bianca’s economic status reflects her partnership with Mordecai, whose successful business ventures as CEO of Darklight Publishing ensured a comfortable and stable life for both of them. As an accomplished romance novelist, Bianca also contributed to their financial security. Her career, while not as lucrative as Mordecai’s publishing business, allowed her creative freedom and an independent sense of purpose. Economic Class: Middle-Class Author, Self-Sufficient, CEO's wife

Magic Abilities or Skills Bianca possesses a vast array of abilities tied to her celestial and demonic lineage. Her most prominent powers include spatial manipulation, energy projection, and the ability to interact with the souls of the departed. She has time, space, ice, nightmare, healing and protective magic, . Her combat style relies on agility, evasion, and precision strikes with her celestial blade, Solstice, and demonic blade Noctemaris. While she has some knowledge of swordsmanship, she excels more in magical combat and strategic planning. Skills: Magic Combat (time-space-ice), Healing, Reality Manipulation

Culture and Hobbies Bianca is a passionate reader, finding solace in romance and survival novels that mirror aspects of her life. She also enjoys sketching, often drawing scenes from her past or the people she holds dear. She appreciates moments of quiet reflection, writing in her journal, or exploring natural landscapes. Her hobbies provide a reprieve from her turbulent existence, grounding her in a sense of normalcy. Hobbies: Reading, Sketching, Writing

Classifications Bianca’s unique lineage as a celestial-demonic hybrid grants a distinctive appearance. Her golden hair, radiant complexion, and glowing eyes mark her as a being of divine origin, She has angel wings (black, white, and gold feathers). Classifications: Celestial-Demonic Hybrid, Otherworldly, Cosmic Horror

Vital Statistics Height: 5 feet (152 cm) Weight: 105 lbs (47.6 kg); 128.6 lbs (58.3 kg) including wings Age: 23 Health: Moderately stable, though influenced by her traumatic past Appearance: Bianca has waist-length wavy gold hair, piercing brown eyes that glows gold when she uses her powers, and an hourglass figure. Vital Stats: Petite Build, Ethereal Glow, Dual Heritage

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Group 1!

Uhh btw some of these were put on one day accidentally

Roronoa Zoro & Monkey D. Luffy aka Zolu (one piece) vs Good times with Scar & Grian aka desert duo (hermitcraft)

Bill Preston & Ted Logan (bill & Ted’s excellent adventure) vs Jessie & James from team rocket (Pokémon)

Wayne & Raj (total drama) vs Denji & Power (chainsaw man)

Burton & Shawn (psych) vs Rosencrantz & guildenstern (hamlet & rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead)

Josuke Higashikata & Okuyasu Nijimura aka Josuyasu (JoJo’s bizarre adventure) vs Shouyo Hinata & Tobio Kageyama (Haikyuu!)

Isaac & Miria (Baccano) vs Jay Walker & Cole Brookstone/bucket aka Bruise (lego ninjago)

Ace & Deuce (twisted wonderland) vs Aang & Sokka (avatar: the last airbender)

Tommyinnit & Tubbo aka Clingyduo (dsmp) vs Shiver, Frye, & Bigman aka Deep Cut (splatoon)

Blue Beetle (Ted Kord) & Booster Gold (Michael Carter) aka boostle VS Mustard Lesbian and Ketchup Gay from this post

Mordecai & Rigby (regular show) vs Lindsay & Tyler (total drama)

Rui Kamishiro & Tsukasa Tenma aka Ruikasa (project sekai) vs Zuke & Mayday aka Bunk Bed Junction (no straight roads)

Ruffnut & Tuffnut Thorston (how to train your dragon) vs Jedediah & Octavius (night at the museum)

Merry & Pippin (lord of the rings) vs The Doctor & Donna (dr who)

Jedward (irish music history) vs Min-Gi Park & Ryan Akagi (infinity train)

Grif & Simmons (red vs blue) vs Beavis & Butthead (Beavis & butthead)

Bender & Fry (futurama) vs Porsche & Pete (kinnporsche)

GROUP 2

1/8-18:30 & 2/8 18:30

Kaz & Oliver (mighty med) vs Bobbi Morse & Lance Hunter aka Huntingbird (agents of S.H.I.E.L.D)

Henchman 21 & Henchman 24 (venture bros) vs Spongebob & Patrick (Spongebob Squarepants)

Galo Thymos & Lio Fotia (promare) vs Yusuke & Kuwabara (Yu Yu Hakusho)

Charlie Kelly & Mac (it is always sunny in Philadelphia) vs Donald, José & Panchito (the three Caballeros)

The Bros (the bro duet) vs Chai & 808 (hi-fi rush)

Markiplier & CrankGameplays aka Unus Annus vs Knockout & Starscream (transformers)

Caspar & Shez (fire emblem warriors: three hopes) vs Yukiko Amagi & Chie Satonaka aka Yukichie (persona 4)

Tk Strand & Evan Buck Buckley (911 on fox lonestar) vs Shane & Ryan (buzzfeed unsolved)

Ontario Pipping Plovers (birbs from canada) vs Kaminari Denki & Ashido Mina (My hero academia)

Rin Okumura & Kuro (blue exorcist) vs Adam Blampied & Sullivan Beau Brown (No barrels rolled)

Chip & Gillion aka Fish and Chips (just roll with it) vs Josuke Higashikata & Yasuho Hirose aka Yasugap (jojo's bizarre adventure)

Soldier & Demoman (team fortress 2) vs Cuphead & Mugman (the cuphead show)

Nott/Veth & Jester (critical role the mighty nein) vs Troy & Abed (community)

Walter White & Jessie Pinkman (breaking bad) vs Barbie & Ken (barbie life in a dreamhouse)

Cuddles & Toothy (happy tree friends) vs Heath Burns & Hoodude Voodoo (monster high)

Pete Wentz and Gabe Saporta (bandom) vs Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng & Nie Huaisang (MDZS/the untamed)

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I like to binge watch cartoons when I'm sick. It's mindless and keeps me distracted from how miserable I feel.

I think last time it was Kipo and the age of the Wonderbeasts. 9/10 btw. Highly recommend! The music, the animation, world building, character development, character design. Love it!

This time it's the Regular Show.

I've seen a couple of episodes here and there, but know it more from memes and reputation.

Then as an animal nerd I'm over here talking to my hubby about how weird it is that Mordecai has teeth in his beak and the Female cardinal chick he's into has male coloring.

The show is wild but exactly as the memes said.

Also Rigby is brown when raccoons are more grey.

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⿻ CHARACTER LIST — !

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"We want more than the wars of our fathers." — Switchfoot. (2003). Meant to Live.

TIP: bold is current favorites in which i respond to the quickest.

── characters ┆ EVERY CHARACTER I'VE EVER WRITTEN ON THIS BLOG (DOES NOT INCLUDE GIFTS).

dc comics ¡! ❞

✩ bruce wayne ✩ dick grayson ✩ terry mcginnis ✩ jason todd ✩ clark kent ✩ talon ✩ dr. manhattan ✩ oliver queen ✩ wally west ✩ j’onn j’onzz ✩ nanaue ✩ tim drake ✩ conner kent ✩ joker ✩ barry allen ✩ adrian chase ✩ lobo

marvel ¡! ❞

✩ peter parker ✩ venom ✩ hobie brown ✩ miguel o'hara ✩ tony stark ✩ logan howlett ✩ wade wilson ✩ harry osborn ✩ peter quill ✩ rocket raccoon ✩ the great protector

the boys ¡! ❞

✩ black noir ✩ soldier boy ✩ the homelander ✩ jordan li ✩ luke riordan

star wars ¡! ❞

✩ anakin skywalker ✩ darth vader ✩ han solo ✩ nd-5 ✩ plo koon ✩ din djarin ✩ general grievous ✩ cad bane ✩ boba fett

wizarding world ¡! ❞

✩ fred weasley ✩ remus lupin ✩ sirius black ✩ cormac mclaggen ✩ ron weasley ✩ george weasley ✩ harry potter ✩ james potter

movies misc. ¡! ❞

✩ indiana jones ✩ brian o'conner ✩ patrick bateman ✩ elton tiscia ✩ optimus prime ✩ jake sully ✩ charlie baker ✩ bernard the elf ✩ peter pevensie ✩ robert "moose" alexander iii ✩ warner huntington iii ✩ dave lizewski ✩ declan o'callaghan ✩ ransom drysdale ✩ james norrington

outer banks ¡! ❞

✩ jj maybank ✩ rafe cameron ✩ drew starkey

atla-verse ¡! ❞

✩ jet ✩ zuko ✩ korra ✩ mako

tv. shows misc. ¡! ❞

✩ jake peralta ✩ abed nadir ✩ troy barnes ✩ mordecai ✩ kevin levin ✩ dean forester ✩ christopher hayden ✩ dean winchester ✩ sam winchester ✩ kendall knight ✩ james diamond ✩ marshall lee ✩ jim halpert �� spencer reid

jujutsu kaisen ¡! ❞

✩ toji fushiguro ✩ satoru gojo ✩ naoya zenin

boku no hero academia ¡! ❞

✩ katsuki bakugou ✩ taishiro toyomitsu

akatsuki no yona ¡! ❞

✩ hak ✩ kuelbo ying ✩ yu-hon

namaikizikari ¡! ❞

✩ shou naruse

manga misc. ¡! ❞

✩ riftan calypse

mass effect ¡! ❞

✩ garrus vakarian ✩ nihlus kryik ✩ saren arterius ✩ urdnot wrex

christensen-verse ¡! ❞

✩ hayden christensen ✩ scott barringer ✩ leo campo ✩ sam monroe ✩ billy quinn ✩ clay beresford ✩ jacob ✩ stephen glass

rpf misc. ¡! ❞

✩ indy ✩ andy biersack ✩ corpse husband ✩ tom welling

── additional ┆ CHARACTERS I'D LIKE TO WRITE FOR.

✩ shoto todoroki ✩ dabi ✩ kai chisaki ✩ hitoshi shinso ✩ toshinori yagi ✩ yo shindou

✩ su-won ✩ shin-ha ✩ vold

✩ garnet

✩ jace herondale

✩ sinbad ✩ masrur

✩ tomoe ✩ kurama shinjirou

✩ sesshomaru ✩ koga

✩ bill cipher

✩ dan lynch

✩ nicholas devereaux

✩ eric knox

✩ sherlock holmes

✩ jack sparrow

✩ ned nickerson

✩ mike ross

✩ gregory eddie

✩ sam sweeney

✩ david rice

── gifts ┆ CHARACTERS I'VE WRITTEN GIFTS FOR AND DO NOT WANT MESSAGES ABOUT.

✩ luke skywalker ✩ carmy berzatto ✩ druig

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Lackadaisy fanfic

This fanfic is about my new OC I just made so I hope you enjoy it. If you need some background info on my OC I made a post before this with some facts about him.

Some Background info

His name is John B, Bowen(who is 18 years old) and the year is 1920. John is looking for a job and has just arrived in Saint Louis after a long train ride from Lubbock Texas.

Chapter one, Saint Louis

It is 9 o’clock in the morning, the year is 1920 in Saint Louis Missouri, the fall weather is just setting in. Just now a train has just pulled into union station just near the center of Saint Louis. As many people step on and of the train most of which are in suits and dresses carry all different amounts of luggage and bags of clothes and gifts for children, but one of the men that step of the train is different. Dressed in a black vest and pants with a white button up underneath, old pair of leather boots and a brown felt hat but what stood out the most in the man’s features was the gun that he wared around his hip. Most people could tell that this man was from the country but the real question was why was he here?

The young man steps up to the info booth paced at the front of the station. “Can I help you young man?” The man in the booth said confessed as he had never seen a man like John before “yes, I need to know where I am exactly” John spoke in a heavy county accent. “What’s your name county man, why are you here?” The booth man said. “my name is John, John Bowen and my business here is non of your concern, is it friend?” John began to sound more aggressive at this point and the booth man became uneasy. “I don’t to offend you Mr it’s jus-” “ then tell me where I am.” John said as he began to grow impatient. “You’re in Union Station just near the center of Saint Louis” “thank you, friend” then John said then walked away.

John had been walking for about an hour now he had grown hungry and need a place to rest, just than he had just spotted a little cafe down the street “might as well” he said to himself. John had a good bit of money on him so he did not worry about paying for the food but he should have been worried about the people inside the cafe. Before John had stepped in he had seen 5 people inside sitting at one of the booths he did not know it at the time but the most powerful man in Saint Louis was in that booth, Atlas May and Mitzi May sat at one end of the booth while Mordecai, Ruby pepper and ivy sat at the other end. Mordecai was the first to notice John come in. Seeing the potential danger Mordecai gesture with his head for Atlas and Mitzi to look over. When Atlas first saw John he didn’t look too uneasy by John while Mitzi looked scared at him. Ruby being a father had quickly grabbed ivy and put his hand on her shoulder as to protect her. John didn’t say anything, he just walked pasted them and sat at one of the stools near the counter. He could hear them talking about something but they were whispering so he couldn’t make it out. After a little bit of time had passed John could hear on of them get up and started to walk towards him.

Atlas had gone up and sat at the stool right next to John, he then lit up a cigarette and said “what’s your name, son?” “John, why you ask?” “Well if I didn’t know any better I’d say you just moved here.” Atlas said “you’re right sir I did.” John said “what does it matter you?” “You got a job here, son?” “No, you got work for me?” “Maybe, it just needs a little heavy lifting and a bit of discretion” “discretion?” John stared at Atlas for a moment and said “what kind of heavy lifting is this exactly?” “The kind that might get you in trouble but pays well.” Atlas responded. “Well I certainly don’t mind a bit of money and who am I to judge how a man makes it.” John said. Atlas smiled at him. “follow me son, I think it’s about time we put you to work.”

The End

I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading I will make a second chapter here soon hopefully. In the meantime I will post other stuff. Thanks again!

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Here's another Story Script I wanted to do which is a part from Madagascar Escape 2 Africa 🌍 When Alex and Marty tries to find the Water from the Humans and Gloria Rescuing Melman from the Volcano Sacrifice 🔥

This Time I want to change the characters from Regular Show which is the following:

Benson as Alex

Rigby as Marty

Mordecai as Melman

Samantha ( @80ssuperstar ) as Gloria

Hot Dog Leader as King Julien

Fat Hot Dog as Maurice

"Operation Water Rescue: The Volcano Dilemma"

[In the woods, Benson and Rigby go to look for the clog.]

Rigby: Is this place starting to freak you out?

Benson: We'll slip in, find the problem. Hunters will never know we were here.

Rigby: Why are we doing this?

Benson: Look Rigby, maybe my dad will think I'm... I just want to show him I'm a real Boss.

Rigby: As opposed to a chocolate Boss.

Benson: Shh. I know this may sound hard to believe; but apparently, Bosses don't dance.

Rigby: [shocked] WHAT?!?

Benson: SHH!! As far as my dad is concerned.

Rigby: As far as people are concerned, you're a huge hit.

Benson: That was California. This is Africa... it's much tougher crowd. Rigby! Rigby, this is it! This is the clog! Come on.

Rigby: Well, there's the water.

(Rigby drinks some of the water. While Rigby is drinking the water, Benson notices Nana)

Benson: Rigby, stay down. Look at that.

Nana: Knit one, purl two.

Benson: It's her.

Man: Is this right?

Nana: Very good.

Man: Nana, slow down.

Nana: You're a little tangled, aren't you? No, don't pull. I'll do it.

Benson: We need dynamite. Got any dynamite?

Rigby: (loudly) Oh, snap! I just used my last stick this morning!

[Benson tells to quiet down, but an arrow hits the fruit hat of shame 🏹]

Rigby: Savages!

Benson: Evasive maneuvers!

Rigby: Serpentine, serpentine!

Benson: Squiggly squid maneuver!

Rigby: Zag, zig-zag, zig ziggy zag!

Benson: No, no! Squiggly squid!

Rigby: Etch A Sketch! Etch A Sketch! Etch A Sketch!

Benson: That's too complex! Octopus, octopus!

Rigby: Benson!

Benson: Run, Rigby!

Rigby: Come on, I can't leave you here!

Benson: Go get help! Squiggly squid maneuver! Go! Go! Squiggly squid!

Rigby: ETCH A SKETCH!!! ETCH A SKETCH!!!

[The camera changes to the volcano where Mordecai, Wearing a White Orchid Flower Cowrie Shells Veil Headwear, 4 Flower Lei's, Black and White Feathers on his Ankles and Wrist, is about to go into the lava, but he is looking to the deep of the volcano.]

Mordecai: OK. OK, OK, OK. OK, here we go. OK, OK. Here we go! Here we go!

Joe: What's all the hoopla about?

Blue Jay: Joe?

Blue Jay 2: Joe the Witch Doctor? We thought you were dead!

Joe: So did I. Then I realized I'm covered in brown spots.

Blue Jay: So, Mordecai's not dying! [suddenly realizing the truth] Mordecai's not dying!

Blue Jay 1: Oh, no!

Samantha: Excuse me! Mordecai!! Move! Don't do this! Hot Dog Leader, stop this! This is crazy!

Hot Dog Leader: Oh, suddenly throwing a blue jay into a volcano to make water is crazy!

Samantha: Yes! Please, Mordecai! STOOOP!!!! 😱😱

Mordecai: Samantha? 😯

Samantha: You can't do this! 😭😭

Mordecai: Why not?

Samantha: Because...Oh! 😯😯

[But as she could finish, she trips which causes cracks to come out, Mordecai is shocked at what he's seeing, he runs up, but begins to fall. Samantha stops him from falling]

Samantha: You can't do this, Mordecai. 😢😢

Mordecai: First of all, that hurts. Second of all, I've only got 18 hours to live, anyway. 😢😢

Samantha: Mordecai, I gotta know...did you really mean those things you said about me? 🥹🥰

Mordecai: Of course I did. 🥲🥲

Samantha: That's crazy 😧😧

Mordecai: It Is? 😟😟

Samantha: It's crazy to think I had to go halfway around the world... to find out that the perfect guy for me lived right next door. 🥹🥹☺️😊

Mordecai: Then I guess it's you and me, neighbor. You and me for the next 18 hours. 😻😻😻

Samantha: I'll take whatever you got 🥹❤️🩵

Hot Dog Leader: WHOA WHOA WHOA Fat Hot Dog, what just happened?! 😱😱😱

Fat Hot Dog: I believe the Hot Sassy lady has sung. 😏❤️

HERE'S THE END TO THE PART! 〽️ I Hope you guys love it!!!

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Id love a strongman level gravity falls bah, otherwise completely creators choice!

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Of course dear audience! We have heard your request and have found a suitable performer for you! We hope this performance suits your needs, but you are free to make any adjustments you wish.

❣︎For Our Next Act, Please Welcome,,,❣︎

Stanley Pines!!!

°·⊱ Name: Stanley “Stan” Pines, Hugo, Mordecai, Whiskey, Oak, Enigma, Hyde

°·⊱ Age: 63

°·⊱ Race/Species: Human,,,?

°·⊱ Source: Gravity Falls

°·⊱ Role: Protector, Provider [ Helps keep system afloat], Mood Booster, Confidence Booster, Caretaker

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°·⊱ Sex: Female

°·⊱ Gender: Male

°·⊱ Pronouns: He/Him; It/Its; Con/Cons

°·⊱ Sexuality: Demiromantic Omnisexual 

°·⊱ Personality: Gruff exterior hiding a deeply caring heart. Quick-witted with a silver tongue for business. Protective of family and will go to any lengths to keep them safe. Uses humor to deflect from emotional situations. 

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°·⊱ Nicknames/Titles: Owner of the Mystery Shack, [Prn] Who Cons, Longest Running Con, The Forgotten Brother, [Prn] Who Fakes Mysteries, Con-Artist, Man Who Runs From Tax-Collectors

°·⊱ Likes: Opportunities to make Money, Scams, Boxing, Bonding w Family, Fishing, Carnival Music, Con Artistry, Gold Chains, Bad Puns, The Mystery Shack

°·⊱ Dislikes: Tax Collectors, Police, Abandonment, Being Vulnerable, Rich People, Government Agents

°·⊱ Emoji Sign-Off: 🎱💰💸❤️‍🩹🎣❔

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°·⊱ TransIDs: transMale, transAge [45], Campfirescentian, Marshmallowscentian, permaComfy, permaSafe [Others find him Safe], transGreenEyes, trisTwin / mutoTwin

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My Pamson Triplets

Johnny, Bobby and Lilly (before Benson Jr)

💙Johnny is a blue gumball machine who wore glasses and had dark brown hair just like his dad, he plays the drums and do science in his spare time before he would help his dad to get the job done. Benson wasn’t sure if Johnny was reminded of Mordecai due to the blue colour and he plays video games with Mordecai’s son Zack, but he would it funny that Johnny would turn his face red when he’s angry.

💜Bobby is full of energy and passion since he’s a purple gumball machine as he loves doing his schoolwork in maths and English before he goes to get his hands dirty with nature at the park. He does have a crush on Mordecai’s daughter Octavia and rather keep it as a secret, he loves to get himself drunk with hot wings when he’s off work but he enjoys being with his siblings dearly and helped mom with science before he plays ping-pong and tennis with his mom.

🩷Lilly is a special pink gumball machine as she has pink eyes and long brown hair like Rapunzel, she loves to spend time with Poppy as they are best friends since they were toddlers and she loves to study with books. Learning new things is her hobby along with drawing art and writing stories, she also enjoys playing with a guitar and piano with her siblings. But her face would turn red as well when she’s angry as she hates other kids bullying Poppy or her siblings. She can be stubborn sometimes but deep down, she’s a soft-spoken person who can be so kind to others.

@br333 @tr85n

[nichenarratives]

A Doggone Shame: Part 1

An Obscure Oneshot

Inspiration art by Tracy J Butler

It's a rarity Mordecai finds himself home before sunrise, so it is with great delight he's enjoying some time to himself that fine autumn evening in 1926. He'd made dinner - a warming and nostalgic Matzo ball soup, with enough for tomorrow - had a shower, made a hot cup of tea and had just settled into his favourite armchair to continue reading Soldier's Pay by William Faulkner when there's a hurried, desperate knock on his apartment door.

The monochrome tom glances up, stilled in place with book in hand and cup halfway to his lips. He's not expecting to be bothered. The Lackadaisy would still be in full swing, which would keep most everyone Mordecai knows occupied until gone three tomorrow morning. It's possible Atlas has sent someone to fetch him at the last minute, but Viktor would not knock so gently, nor not announce himself.

Another knock, this one faster, more urgent. Mordecai sets his teacup down on its saucer and closes the book without saving the page, placing it on the chair. Slippered steps are silent as he crosses the room, habitually drawing a pistol from within his dressing gown on the way. He's tense as he presses his body to the wall beside the door - not the wood, as it's too flimsy - and cranes his neck to peer through the peephole, expecting at least an enemy.

Familiar large, yellow eyes framed by a deep brown bob cut stare back. The black feline sighs, though he's unsure if it is out of relief or vexation, and slips his pistol away. Taking a breath, he composes himself once more before answering the door. "Miss Pepp-Urgh!"

There had been more to his greeting, some formalities and an honest query for her visit, but Mordecai can't help but recoil when he sees what Ivy holds; a mangy animal, beady black eyes and nose standing in sharp contrast to scruffy, white fur. The creature is small enough to fit in an austere lady's handbag, sharp, unkempt claws loosely grasping Ivy's sleeve as its ratty tail swings uselessly between its legs. 

A dog, he realises with disdain, scrunching his nose at the scent of slobber and damp fur. He takes a step back into his apartment and half-closes the door between them, as if the partial physical barrier might make it less revolting. Sadly, it does little. "Miss Pepper," he tries again, forgoing formality for precision. "Why is that… thing, outside my apartment?"

The girl puffs out her cheeks. "He's not a thing, he's a dog!"

Mordecai scowls at the creature, which seems to find joy in his discomfort; the thing wags its tail more intensely and in a fit of excitement, begins to squeak and struggle in Ivy's arms until unable to get free, begins frantically licking her chin. Ivy giggles and tries to block the slobbering tongue lashes with a hand, with very limited success. "Isn't he cute? I found him running about on campus, no collar or anything. He might be a stray!"

The very prospect of being slathered with dog germs makes Mordecai feel nauseous. He has no idea why anyone would willingly cohabit with such a beast, let alone allow it to share its microbiome so recklessly. Ivy has also pointedly avoided his questions. "If it's a stray," he asks carefully, choosing his words to evoke an accurate response. "Why bring it here? Why not transport the infernal thing straight to the pound-"

Ivy gasps and foregoes protecting her face from more licks to pointlessly cover the animal's ears with her free arm and hand. "Mordecai," she admonishes through grit teeth, yellow eyes wide and judgemental. "You can't be serious? They put strays down in the pound." She uncovers the dog's ears and snuggles him close, trapping its head under her chin. "I'm going to keep him! I just have to convince someone he'll be a great addition to the cafe!"

"Wonderful," the tuxedo tom cat answers flatly, ears laying flat and eyes narrowed with resignation. He doesn't want to run into this animal again, certainly not at his place of work. Unfortunately, given their unique brand of relationship, explaining as such would only encourage Miss May to keep the thing. He'll just have to pretend not to care. Starting now. "If that's all you wished to discuss, my tea is going cold. Good evening."

"Actually," the student interjects, even pressing a boot into the space between the door and frame before it can close, bringing the dog even closer while doing so. It's difficult for Mordecai not to hiss in discomfort at the renewed proximity. "I was hoping to ask a favour."

Green eyes fixed on the mongrel within inches of his pristine home, the statement snaps his gaze to wide, hopeful yellows. Ivy looks almost as pitiful as the animal she carries, gazing up at the man her Godfather would take everywhere like his personal shadow, batting her eyelashes and offering the soft smile that always works on Viktor.

He doesn't need to hear her question. "No."

"Come on, please?" The university student begs. Apparently still oblivious to his aversion, she holds it at arm's length towards Mordecai, forcing them within an inch of each other. Its tongue lolls absently, eyes devoid of intelligent thought, and its breath is faintly tainted with an unidentifiable stench. Mordecai grimaces. "It's just one night, and Atlas is so small! He won't get in the way or anything!"

Gingerly pushing her arms - and by extension, the dog - back into the hall, Mordecai snorts humourlessly. "Naming it after my employer does not garner additional sympathy for its wretched existence," the sharpshooter responds flatly. He feels like he needs another shower just being in the same building as the creature. "What on Earth led you to believe I would willingly shelter this creature at all?"

Her mouth twisting and brows knitting together, Ivy looks away. "Actually, I… you're kinda my last choice," she admits, holding Atlas tightly as he begins to whine and squirm anew. A few gentle pets calm him down, but her eyes water when their gazes lock once more."We're not allowed to keep pets in the dorms, so I asked Viktor and Freckle and even Miss May already if he could stay, but they were all yoo busy to talk tonight. I just need time to convince someone to keep him for a night or two while I convince Atlas to keep him. Please?"

Factoring in his own sacrifices and discomforts, Mordecai can see two possible outcomes to this request. First, he can refuse to assist and force her to take the dog to the pound. While this option would make his evening more pleasant, it could also incur negative affiliations with his character, of which he already has plenty. While unbothered by their perceptions, Atlas would likely find fault, something Mordecai does care to incur.

Alternatively, he could agree to house the glorified rat for a night or two, bolster his social standing with the few people he cares for the opinions of - namely, Atlas and Viktor, who are both fond of Miss Pepper - and garner appreciation from Ivy. Factoring in time to feed and clean up after the dog, it's a substantial and exhaustive alternative, but the potential benefits could outweigh the short-term detriments.

Despite the logical analysis, Mordecai feels like he's making a mistake when he sighs and opens his door wider again. "It can stay in the bathroom tonight," he concedes, but raises a stilling palm when Ivy begins to vibrate with excitement on the threshold. "A single night, Miss Pepper. I don't have the time nor patience to coddle the mongrel beyond that."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The young feline speaks as she steps inside, bouncing on her heels as she heads for the bathroom backwards, so she can continue talking to her newest benefactor as she goes. "I'll bring him some food in the morning and go straight to Miss May to talk about Atlas after! I promise, you won't even know he's here! We just have to set him up with some old blankets for a bed."

Dark ears fold back, already regretting his decision. He'd not considered the messier components of a dog staying in his apartment, having assumed it would sleep on the tiles. "I do not own any old blankets; they are of the finest-"

"That's okay, he won't mind!" Ivy deposits the small bundle of problems onto the tiled bathroom floor and pivots straight to the airing cupboard, opening it up and extracting a slew of pristine, carefully folded sheets. To the tuxedo's horror - and before he can object - said sheets are dumped onto the likely bacteria-ridden tiled floor next to the toilet. "There! It's perfect! Now, some newspapers."

Mordecai has yet to recover from his dirtied sheets, hackles raised and tail fluffed when he dares to ask as Ivy retreats into the living area: "Newspapers?"

"Of course!" She yells from the next room, a sifting of paper as she rifles through his magazine rack. Mordecai stares at the little dog sniffing around his bathroom and the bundle of sheets with great interest. Its nose creates an obnoxious, displeasing snort with every breath, like a wheezing vacuum cleaner in dire need of a filter change. "In case he needs to go potty!"

Ivy reappears with an arm full of old broadsheets just as this new information clicks into place. The tom turns on her with a sharpness that could dislocate a lesser man's neck, his disgust evident on his usually carefully modulated muzzle. "Potty-? No, he is not… relieving himself in my bathroom. He will have to refrain until morning."

The black feline glances back to see Atlas is making himself at home in his borrowed sheets, climbing all over them while his nose works overtime. Mordecai shudders, deciding that once this ordeal is over with, he'll burn them, just to be sure whatever contaminants the beast left behind are dealt with. Ivy seems less concerned as she kneels down and sets out a number of sheets of paper. "He's a dog, not a person. He can't just hold it until you take him out."

Sitting back on her haunches, the university student studies her handiwork with a look of satisfaction. "There!" She says, leaning over to scratch behind a flopping ear. Atlas tilts his head slightly into the attention and begins jerkily twitching a back leg, his tongue lolling stupidly from his drooling maw. Ivy giggles. "You're all set, little guy! Now, be good for Uncle Mordecai, okay. Of course you will! Yes, you will!"

Mordecai watches the pair exchange idiocies with a sense of dread. He feels foolish, for being so shortsighted with his expectations. What had seemed to be a simple favour has already evolved into discomfort in his own home. The oddly overly-affectionate farewell Ivy offers the dog only intensifies those feelings, though he can't pinpoint a distinct emotion to associate it with as she kisses it's revolting head and stands back up.

"Thank you so much!" She reiterates as she turns back to the older feline lingering in the bathroom doorway. To both his surprise and relief, Ivy seems to step toward him for a hug, only to reconsider and falter at the last moment. An awkward second of silence passes before she clears her throat and edges around him, towards the front door. "I really mean it. Thank you! You saved that dog's life, Mr Heller. I'll make sure Atlas knows what a good man you are! See you tomorrow!"

She lets herself out, and Mordecai finds himself alone with a panting mongrel, the warm scents of saliva and dog seeping into the air as they stare each other down. The tuxedo tom cat wrinkles his nose, takes a step back into the living room and closes the bathroom door with care, eliminating the new problem from his peaceful evening. One night, he reassures himself as settled back into his chair, book in hand and a sip of lukewarm tea, trying to relax. How difficult can a dog be?

[bardic-tales]

Title: Red and Gold

Characters: Bianca Moore, Mordecai, Asmodeus

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1227

Fandom: Original World

Warnings: Blood, Body Horror, Graphic Violence, Non-Consensual Bodily Modification, Torture, Trauma, Unreliable Narrator, Wings (Gore), Psychological Manipulation, Vampires (Incubus)

Summary: Captured by Asmodeus, Bianca endures a brutal awakening of her celestial and demonic heritage and is forced to confront the truth of what she is.

Author Note: This story takes place before Bianca meets Sephiroth and arrives on Gaia. It explores a pivotal moment when she first discovers she is not human, setting the stage for her future struggles with her dual nature.

Read the warnings on this one.

Excerpt:

Bianca’s wrists burned. The manacles biting into her flesh as she hung suspended by chains from the ceiling of the grand hall. Candlelight flickered. Shadows danced over the mosaic tiles beneath her bare feet. Newly freed from beneath her skin and flesh, her wings twitched weakly. The bone and sinew were raw. Feathers stained crimson. Her once brown eyes widened with pain and reflected the golden light. The pupils shimmered and pulsed as though molten.

Asmodeus stood before her. His expression was almost tender as he wiped a smear of blood from his cheek with gloved fingers. His golden eyes glinted with satisfaction. The contrast of his pale skin and the black of his hair rendered him statuesque. He was a dark angel surveying his work.

“This was inevitable, my dear,” he murmured. His voice was smooth and resonant. “You cannot cage what you are.”

Red and Gold

The iron gates of Mordecai’s villa groaned as they swung open. The sound swallowed by the howling wind sweeping through the cypress trees. The Tuscan sky bled into twilight, casting long shadows over the stone path that led to the estate. Inside, the air hung heavy with the scent of incense and blood.

Bianca’s wrists burned. The manacles biting into her flesh as she hung suspended by chains from the ceiling of the grand hall. Candlelight flickered. Shadows danced over the mosaic tiles beneath her bare feet. Newly freed from beneath her skin and flesh, her wings twitched weakly. The bone and sinew were raw. Feathers stained crimson. Her once brown eyes widened with pain and reflected the golden light. The pupils shimmered and pulsed as though molten.

Asmodeus stood before her. His expression was almost tender as he wiped a smear of blood from his cheek with gloved fingers. His golden eyes glinted with satisfaction. The contrast of his pale skin and the black of his hair rendered him statuesque. He was a dark angel surveying his work.

“This was inevitable, my dear,” he murmured. His voice was smooth and resonant. “You cannot cage what you are.”

Bianca’s breath came in ragged gasps. Agony twisted through her. Every nerve was raw and exposed. The blood dripped from her wounds was no longer a dull red but glinted faintly with iridescent hues: her celestial power, awakened and hungry. She strained against the chains, but her strength failed her.

Asmodeus’ smile was a sliver of malice. “How tragic,” he continued. He drew a gleaming, serrated blade from his side. “Your mother tried so hard to hide you from me. But blood calls to blood.”

The blade bit into her back with a wet sound, and Bianca’s scream tore through the hall. It reverberated across the room: raw and unrestrained. Her vision fractured, as white bloomed at the edges. The pain was a living thing. It writhed and gnashed, gnawing relentlessly. Asmodeus moved with a deliberate grace, flaying skin from muscle with the precision of an artist.

Her blood ignited. Wild and untamed power surging through her veins. The gold spread further in her eyes, radiating outward from her pupils in rippling waves. She could feel the celestial part of her fighting, clawing against the abyssal darkness. Both latent blood was awakened that day.

“Beautiful,” Asmodeus breathed. He watched her with hungry eyes. “Embrace it, Bianca. You were born for this.”

She choked on a sob. The taste of copper lay thick on her tongue. The world swam. Her senses were fractured and reeling. Each slice of the blade and tear of flesh seemed to sever another thread tethering her to sanity.

Somewhere beyond the haze of agony. The sound of splintering wood reverberated, as the villa’s doors crashing open. Heavy footfalls. There was a blur of darkness and fury. Asmodeus turned, annoyance flickering over his features. "Ah, the wayward son has returned to the fold."

The world lurched violently as the chains snapped. Bianca crumpled to the floor. Her vision blurred. She barely registered the flash of silver or the snarl that ripped through the air, but the scent—amber and dark spices—pierced the fog of pain.

Mordecai.

The vampire moved with lethal precision. His eyes glowed crimson in the gloom and dimly lit room. His sword met Asmodeus’s with a clash that sent sparks showering. Fangs glinted as he growled. Each strike driving Asmodeus back a step, however fleeting.

Mordecai’s gaze flicked to Bianca. She was left stripped and broken on the marble. Her blood was a halo beneath her, fanning around her light-colored hair. His eyes darkened. Grief momentarily cracked the mask of rage. The sight of her wings, shredded and bleeding, drove him into a frenzy. Each strike was faster and more savage.

But Asmodeus was not a foe to be bested by wrath alone. This is something that even Bianca's future lover on another world would learn. With a flick of Asmodeus's wrist, dark tendrils lashed out, sending Mordecai crashing into a pillar. Stone cracked. Dust billowed. The vampire’s snarl was feral as he staggered upright. Blood streaked his temple.

“Touch her again,” Mordecai spat in a deep growl, “and I’ll rip out your spine.”

Asmodeus’s chuckle was low and cold. “Such sentiment. How very human.” His golden eyes narrowed, as the dark power swirled around him. “I wonder something, Mordecai. Will she even recognize you when this is over?”

Mordecai lunged, but Asmodeus was already retreating. Writhing shadows coiled around him. The darkness swallowed him whole, leaving only the echo of cruel laughter and his words behind: "You cannot stop the tide that is coming, wayward son. All of Creation will soon be mine."

The silence that followed was deafening.

Mordecai stumbled to Bianca’s side. His hands trembled as he gathered her into his arms. Her pulse fluttered weakly. Her eyes half-lidded and unfocused. Her golden irises flickered as if caught between worlds. Blood soaked through her hair. Her wings lay limp and shuddering, spread out to their full wingspan on the marble floor.

Her lips parted. A breathless rasp escaped. The pain was a dull roar, ebbing as the world faded to shadows. Mordecai’s thumb brushed her cheek. He smeared crimson across her pale flesh. His eyes, grey and endless, met hers. They were raw with guilt and a tenderness that cut deeper than any blade.

“It’s alright,” he murmured, voice breaking. “I’ve got you.”

Her eyelids fluttered. Her golden eyes were glassy and unfocused. Her lips stained with her life-fluid. “Mordecai,” she rasped. The words were a mere breath and lost with the rhythmic dripping of her blood into the pool beneath her. She was on the verge of transforming into her true form: a potential being that Bianca feared turning into.

“I’m here,” he assured. He brought his well-groomed hand to his lips and sliced into his palm with a fang, ignoring the pain. Blood welled dark and viscous, laced with power. He pressed the wound to her lips, as his fingers tangled in blood-matted hair. “Drink. You have lost a lot of blood this day, friend.”

She flinched weakly. Revulsion flickered in her gaze. But her body betrayed her. Her instinct overrode pride as the taste of ancient blood flooded her senses. It was thick and rich with iron and dark power.

“There you go,” he whispered. His thumb brushed her cheek with a gentleness that belied the carnage around them: almost like a father soothing a child. “Just a bit more.”

The effect was immediate. Mordecai’s blood spread warmth through her veins, bonding with her surging demonic blood and jump started her healing capacities. Her flesh knitting together, as the boost in power eased the agony to a dull roar. Her wings twitched. Bones realigning with sickening pops. The glow in her eyes brightened.

But with the relief came memory: the pain, Asmodeus’s voice, and the grotesque feeling of her wings being torn free. Bianca choked on a sob. Her fingers curled onto Mordecai’s chest, as her fingers twisted in dark fabric. Her mouth stained with their blood, as their essence mixed together in a grotesque amalgamation.

"What am I?"

“Shh,” he soothed. His voice was raw. “He’s gone. You’re safe. And, as I told you before, you are his daughter but more than that.” But they both knew it was a lie. Asmodeus's shadow loomed with promises of suffering unfulfilled. Bianca’s blood burned beneath her skin with a fire that could not be quenched.

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