#Octavius Ruggaboor

[zero0logy]

i decided that since i was stuck on artblock, and SINCE i was bored, I decided to draw @yoel-o-fellow 's boy Octavius Ruggabour/Niccals...He looks young and i didnt do him any justices so i am so sorry 😭

[yoel-o-fellow]

Hola yoel, soy una gran fan de tu trabajo y querí hacerte unas preguntas ¿quien es Burnhauser?¿que función cumple en la familia?¿cuanto mide? ¿como es?

y de Octavius: ¿como era su relación con sus hermano?¿como se llevaban?¿alguna vez vinieron a visitarlo?¿cuantos años de grandes son de octavius?

PD: Soy argentina y escribo español, person sino se entiende

Hi Bian!

I had to feed your questions into Google Translate because I know almost zero Spanish. I hope I am answering your questions correctly.

¿quien es Burnhauser? - Who is Burnhauser?

Burnhauser was the great great grandfather of Gomorrah, and one of the Faustian ancestors who was believed to have made a deal with the family's demon. I wrote a story about him, long ago, which I totally forgot to post. Maybe, if I have time, I will proofread his story and finally post it.

¿que función cumple en la familia? - What role does he play in the family?

Since he is long since dead, his history serves as a cautionary tale for contemporary Ruggaboors. Of course, Ruggaboors very rarely take these allegories seriously and generally ignore every bit of advice given to them.

¿cuanto mide? - How tall is he?

Burnhauser is about four feet tall.

¿como es? - I am guessing this means "what is he like?"

Like many Ruggaboors, Burnhauser was an avaricious, callous old man who was completely out of touch with the general public. Burnhauser was a wealthy brick factory owner, who was anti-union, an advocate for child labor, and he paid his workers very meager wages. Overall, he was just a very shitty guy.

y de Octavius: ¿como era su relación con sus hermano? - And about Octavius: how was his relationship with his brothers?

There was always a bit of animosity between them. The brothers were always very competitive and were always trying to outperform each other in retail. I think Octavius also always got the feeling that his father was more proud of his brothers than him.

¿como se llevaban? - How did they get along?

They were not really friends. Their conversations felt hollow and materialistic, and they could not confide in one another.

¿alguna vez vinieron a visitarlo? - Did they ever come to visit him?

Oh yeah, on occasion. It was so that they could boast about their businesses.

¿cuantos años de grandes son de octavius? - How old is Octavius?

I generally draw Octavius roughly around his mid forties.

[stargazerlillian]

“A Change of Plan” (for Yoel)

Gallagher pays an unexpected visit to his cousin’s house with a problem – one that he can’t handle alone. Clearly, a change of plan is in order.

Serves as a written companion piece to this image.

Octavius and Gallagher Ruggaboor belong to @yoel-o-fellow

Content warning: Mild language and drug usage (smoking).

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November 20th, 1945

The Ruggaboor Residence

Stoke-on-Trent, England

11:35 PM

“Ye better ‘ave a good reason fer droppin’ in this late,” Octavius huffed, folding his mighty arms across his chest. “Th’ wife an’ boys are in bed, and I’m about t’ head tha’ way m’self.” He then leaned in close, rasping his following words through a grit underbite. “So if ye ‘ave somethin’ t’ tell me, make it bloody quick.”

Gallager blinked twice in nervousness before clearing his throat. “R-righ’…” He then took a quick puff of his cigarette and tucked his right hand into his pocket.

“Look, cous’, it’s very important. It’s about one of my more… troubled customers.”

Octavius raised an eyebrow at those last two words. “Troubled?”

“Yeh, troubled. Ye remember tha’ Clark Grimsby bloke who lives jus’ a couple blocks away?”

“Yeh?” Octavius replied, unsure where his younger cousin was going with this topic.

“Well, here’s the deal - he hasn’t paid his insurance fee fer two months since I first signed him on. He jus’ keeps deliverin’ excuse after excuse after excuse! ‘Ooh, me mum’s sick, so I had to spend m’ last paycheck on medication,’ ‘Ooh, I had almost no food left when I got paid, so I got groceries,’ ‘Ooh, I needed to get me radiator fixed, or I’d have no heat fer th’ oncomin’ winter!’”

As Gallagher rambled on and on about Grimsby, waving his hands and casting frantic shadows on the wall behind them in the dim glow of a nearby gas lamp, Octavius caught what he believed to be a small bob of black hair quickly retreating out of the corner of his eye. His teeth instantly clenched tight.

Sebastian.

“Tha’ boy,” he thought. “I swear if he keeps pokin’ his nose where it doesn’t belong, I’ll –“

His train of thought was interrupted by a rapid snapping of fingers and a shrill, agitated voice calling him.

“Oi, cous’! Ye still with me ‘ere?!”

Octavius shook his head and rapidly turned back as he regained focus back onto his cousin.

“Y-yeh, yeh,” he growled, rolling his eyes. “I’m listenin’.” He would have to deal with Sebastian some other time. Now was the time for more “important business” or whatever.

“Righ’. As I was sayin’, Grimsby has not payed his fee fer over two months now. Two months. And I’ve been thinkin’ – y’know, I’ve been generous to this bloke. Maybe even too generous.”

Octavius heaved. He felt his face slowly grow hot as Gallagher continued running his mouth about business that didn’t even concern him. He tightened his mouth and scrunched his nose.

“I’ve been lettin’ him get away with his flimsy excuses long enough,” Gallager rasped, slamming a fist into his open hand, “I need to nip this in the bud as soon as possible. I can’t let him keep shirkin’ off the deadlines. An’ clearly my threats are not enough fer him.”

“Why did ye even come to me, then?!” Octavius hissed, his reddened face now mere centimeters away from Gallagher’s. “Why are ye even tellin’ me this?! It’s th’ dead of night!! An’ ’m not even involved in yer bleedin’ lil’ insurance outfit, ‘m jus’ a former dock worker! Wha’ does this even ‘ave t’ do with me?!”

Gallagher jolted back, presenting the palms of his hands in protest. “Alrigh’, alrigh’, hooold it, cous’, I was jus’ gettin’ to that. An’ keep it down – ye know how Mora is when she doesn’t get her beauty sleep.” He paused and took a long puff of his cigarette to ease his pounding heart. He cherished his cousin, but by God, could he be frightening.

“Righ’… the reason I’m here is this – I’m thinkin’ of takin’ ye with me… an’ introducin’ him to ye.”

Octavius’s eyes widened in bewilderment. Did he hear that right? “Ye want me… t’ go with you… t’ deal with Grimsby?”

“Yeh, tha’s exactly the plan,” Gallagher replied, relieved to see that his cousin was finally breathing slower and keeping his distance.

Octavius narrowed his eyes, skeptical. “Wha’ for?”

“Ye know, to keep me company, back me up. Be like me business partner. An’ to perhaps give him a lil’…”

A mischievous glint filled his eyes as they flickered down to Octavius’s muscular torso and back up to his face again.

“…’encouragement’.”

Octavius blinked twice before looking down at what Gallagher was looking over. He had muscle. A lot of muscle. More than enough to put a man Gallagher’s size out of commission, like he had done so many times before. Almost no other man in Stoke had the amount of might he had.

A pause. He slowly peered back up to lock eyes with Gallagher again. Compared to him, Gallagher was awfully skinny. Sure, he was a quick thinker, smooth talker, and a fast runner, but when it came to physical combat, he was as fragile as a newborn baby. So, if Gallagher couldn’t convincingly threaten Grimsby with his words, and came here to ask for his “help”, then…

Click.

A wicked grin stretched across his face as all the pieces came together.

“‘Encouragement’, eh?”

“Mm-hmmm,” Gallagher hummed with a confident nod.

Octavius leaned in close once again, this time to ask his smaller cousin a rather important question.

“Wha’ do ye ‘ave in mind?”

Gallagher felt his pulse quicken once again beneath his sternum, this time with excited anticipation. A sinister crooked smile formed where a nervous grimace once was.

“I’m glad ye asked, partner.”

[call-me-kiddo-19]

This is my first picture of Octavius Niccals/Ruggaboor, drawn via using my Wacom. It wasn’t easy drawing him since he has a lot of muscle. But still I think he turned out great. Octavius belongs to @yoel-o-fellow.

[yoel-o-fellow]

Yay, the Ruggaboor Family Tree is finally here!  As you can see, there are a lot of ancestors missing, but I’ll add more characters to the tree as the family grows.  The dates you see there are what I would consider each generation’s most active period.

[yoel-o-fellow]

These are the portraits I used for the Ruggaboor Family Tree.  Let me know if you like any of these faces because if you do I’ll fix up the most popular characters and turn them into sell-able, individualized stickers.

[yoel-o-fellow]

Octavius in uniform during WW2.

[yoel-o-fellow]

Young Octavius with his two bros, Augustus and Gaius.

[stargazerlillian]

“If we prepare for war, war will come to us.” – Jack King-Spooner

A moodboard for Octavius during WWII.

Octavius Ruggaboor belongs to @yoel-o-fellow

(Alternate versions beneath the cut)

[stargazerlillian]

I’m bored, so here - have some memes. Some are based on headcanons, some aren’t. Enjoy them, I guess.🤷‍♀️

All characters mentioned below belong to @yoel-o-fellow​

1. Marvin’s life in the 1980′s summed up in one image:

Isaac? Long gone. The AIDS Crisis? On full attack. Fear of an impending apocalypse? Ceaseless. Marvin’s mind? Tormented.

2. The one thing that keeps all of us awake at night:

Alternatively…

When will we knooooow?

3. What does a muscle man good:

Radishes - nutritious, delicious, a reminder of someone you loved, and absolutely will not kill you.

My point? Give Octavius aaaaall the radishes~

Speaking of which…

4: The final thoughts of a muscle man:

Octavius: So there I was, in th’ minefields, when all of a sudden - wait, why can’t I breathe? An’ why is m’ vision goin’ dark? OH GOD -

And then he collapsed onto the floor and died.

The End.

5. If at first you don’t succeed:

Just give up, Beneflet - Notoriah and good morals just don’t mix.

(More memes beneath the cut because this post is getting pretty long, LOL)

6. Who he really wants:

Seems Sebastian has his eye on someone different, HM. How’s that for something that’ll ultimately ruin your outlook on love for the rest of your life?

7. Gallagher trying NOT to freak out in public when his heart rate acts up:

Gallagher: Oh God… please… no… not now… not out here… please don’t send me back to th’ medic…

Having a heart condition: just as much a pain in the ass as it is a pain in the chest.

Speaking of which, folks - it’s officially Heart Disease Awareness Month in the United States. If you would like to show support, make sure to wear red on February 7th (National Wear Red Day), and do your part to take care of your heart. After all, a healthy heart is a gift for life!❤️

8. Sebrina and J’s dynamic summarized in one image:

J: Zhat’s not fair - you’re wearing six eench heels!

Sebrina: Aw c’mon, love, admit it - you like this.

J: Non! Put me down! Now!

Sebrina: Hmm, no - I think I’ll keep you ‘ere for a wee bit longer. You look rather cute like this.

J: 😳

9. The Ruggaboor Twins’ biggest fans:

Let’s face it - nobody gets them like they do.

10. 🎵”They ain’t nothin’ but heartbreakers~”🎵

Use your heads, folks - this family is not worth going after. And that’s the truth~

Anyway, that’s all I have. Hope you liked them okay, LOL.

[yoel-o-fellow]

(I’ve tried looking this up but to no avail lol) Do you think it was mandatory for men in the British army to shave their heads for WW2? How do you think Octavius would’ve looked without hair? Lol

It was mandatory for soldiers to cut their hair.  They didn’t have to shave it entirely, but it had to be short enough so as not to interfere with the ears or collar.

And he’d look like this:

We are all now cursed

[stargazerlillian]

“If it’s a really well written villain, he probably has more layers than the archetypal good person. So that would be very attractive to an actor. No one chooses to be a villain; it’s usually a reaction to something else.” – Sir Ben Kingsley

A moodboard for the family’s residential manly man, Octavius!

Octavius Niccals/Ruggaboor belongs to @yoel-o-fellow

[yoel-o-fellow]

I turned it into a comic.  

[yoel-o-fellow]

I love drawing Octavius in low angles because to a child he’d be hella intimidating. 

[yoel-o-fellow]

Sebastian caught Uncle Gallagher and his father conspiring again. 👀

Even though Gallagher was thought to be the “nice” uncle, he and his sister were really the people responsible for turning Octavius into the monster he became.

[yoel-o-fellow]

Some gross sketches of Grandpa Octavius Niccals cause y’all wanted to see him shirtless and now you will regret that for life. 👌