#Thsc Mr Macbeth

[suddenly-stickmin]

I had a vision

[kursed-curtain]

Silly old guy doodles! (Inspired by stuff @suddenly-stickmin did ^^)

Mr Macbeth, as well as Byeah and Barry Bruh! (Barry isn't technically in the old guy club but he hangs out with Byeah so he counts lol)

[rr-sheep]

◀-Toppat Clan Shenanigans-▶

(Henry Stickmin Short Comic)

[berensteinsmonster]

coverted Toppats to Cowwoys for the hv au

The Cowwoy Posse are a group of cowboys, usually on the outskirts of Red Mesa, who do everything in their power to do good.

Usually they're sent on missions to go help people :) They regularly fight petty criminals or more bust organized crime factions. Or they travel to other locations if trouble arises there. Though not all Cowwoys use the airship or train, if they're skilled enough (such as being of ranger rank) they ride their own horses. Crease and Piercings have their own and they're named Crane and Hoops respectively, those horses are also lesbians.

All Cowwoy members are also required to learn basic survival skills, such as foraging or hunting, for when they take trips across the Red Mesa that'll quickly deplete their resources.

If there's one crime syndicate that have really gotten the most of their attention towards dismembering, it'd be the TVOGXART corporation. And all Cowwoys hate the TVOG.

They're not swindled or easily tricked by promises of riches, because they REGULARLY beat up rich people who are affiliated with the TVOGXART corporation. They've all sworn to do good because as bleak as things can be they want to prove that there is a beating heart of kindness in a world that regularly profits off of misery.

They are kind and they are good. because the hv au society wants people to believe that is no longer possible.

Thank you to @digital-roots for sending me 5 toppats to turn into cowwoy members :) I had a lot of fun doing these, I really love making good-ified mirror characters just as much as I like making evil dopplegangers. I'm so proud of how these guys turned out. like look at them. Theyre so cool and awesome and theyre gonna save the fucking day. even though the world they live in worsens, it's in Cowwoy honor to still try and make it a bit more bareable.

Bonus: original draft sketches

btw just take the messages as like, unpolished draft only for the descriptions of the characters. I was just playing around with the idea process. I think Piercings knows how to use a phone and Ms Hero is (eventually) fine with the Regal Bronzeage since that guy's an actual superhero. The more the merrier. two cakes

Also ignore the message where it says ms hero ues he/him cuz i updated it. ms hero uses he/she because while his pronouns may interchange, her sense of JUSTICE!!! does not :)

Bonus: hey its her sidekicks The Fairy and Wilhelm Krieschen!!! they will get their own post eventually

[lovelygirlnicole15]

THSC Toppat Clan with Chaos The Show Au

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Jewel Down 5/????

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Alan Fletcher, Middie Sugar and Hatāśā belongs to me

Calypso bells belongs to @bluetorchsky (this is actually my first time drawing Calypso bells, Violet, I really hope it's alright and I I'm sorry if I made any mistakes)

[thesoulesscollection]

Under The Sun (Thsc Fic)

I've been wanting to write something for my dear Oc, Choc but I never got the chance to until now. Here I wanted to expand on him as a character while exploring his relationships. This one-shot revolved his interactions with Mr. Macbeth. Hope everyone enjoys reading this. It came out better than I thought.

Combat boots hit the dirt ground with a thud and the heat waves of a summer day sends him to a slight stumble. 

“Careful there, big guy” Soon in his tired haze stricken with a mild case of a heatstroke, he hears a chipper voice lull him out. “You don't want to trip over your two left feet and get a face full of the dirt below, would you?” 

Macbeth switches his drowsy attention from straight ahead over to the source. Naturally loud, booming and smooth. Sure knows how to captivate someone in one shameless easy going swoop. Intensely scolding heat rises in his broad chest up to his face with his ears getting the brunt of it, turning a bright scarlet red. He coughs in his hand then uses it after to brush aside the beads of collected sweat from his bare head. 

“It'll be very embarrassing for you, won't it?” 

It would indeed be quite the harsh fall. As the ground below was a good foot distance from where he stood on the train and it's made out from rough dirt and jagged rocks. All it would take is one single awkward misstep on those steep metal stairs to ensure Macbeth let the earth swallow him up. 

Alone he handled it well as he went to dust off the grime, ignoring the blistering pain that surfaced around his likely scratched face and trudge along as if it's nothing. However that wasn't the case here and now. If it happened in front of another soul, anyone else, he likely would be a little flustered, yes on the matter as he aggressively swore them to secrecy. 

This he couldn't hide from. Not so easily. The other man at his side was built differently, he is eagle eyed and observant. Ready to pick on the details and tear them apart. 

“Need to hold my hand to steady yourself for a sec?” He's reluctant. A hand, bandaged, is held out to him waiting for his response. Eyes flicker between the hand to the ground then back, trailing up the arm. Once the bandages stop at the elbow he notices the bare skin is a distinct charcoal color with the faint veins a light gold color. It wasn't any of his business to begin with but Macbeth had been worried about that fact with his oldest friend. The thin material protected him from serious damage, and he should know however there came the underlying fear it won't be enough. He wasn't the only one in the clan who shared a similar intuition when it came to that fact despite the man generally being a goofy guy nobody can sincerely hate. 

Why would they?

“I'm all set here” Respectfully he kept his drooping gaze set firmly to the ground, afraid it may trail further to somewhere he couldn't explain. “Thank you though”  

“Ain't going to kill you” 

Where the hand pulls away, Macbeth drags a stilted breath. Awkward tension could be cut down by a dull knife. The hand returns again with a vengeance, grabs onto his wrist to the point it begins to hurt. Yet he didn't make an attempt in tugging free. 

“Look at me” It orders him, firm, no room for an argument. Although it wasn't like Macbeth would've won anyways. He listens, steadies his slumped posture and looks up. “Good boy. I hope you do know I'm looking out for you as a friend” The unintentional pet name spoken in a whisper doesn't go unnoticed by him. Warmth uncomfortably settled in his gut. 

What he sees staring back at him does him no favors. Golden eyes with hints of vibrant orange and reds swirling together are locked onto his dull gray. As if staring at the blazing sun up in the sky up close and personal that left Macbeth in awe, he couldn't look away from. Until it burns a gaping hole into his soul. 

“I know, Choc. I know” 

A part of him nuzzled deep in his own psyche suddenly feels very inadequate compared to his friend. Where he wasn't anything special to look twice at, really, described to be dull, too rashly hot headed acting before thought and he wasn't necessarily good with either his words or feelings. Classic socially inept, cold shut in. 

Then came along Choc, a social butterfly able to light up the mood who back in the day was considered conventionally attractive, had people draping off his every word. Still was in Macbeth's eyes, only in a different way, even when long years amongst fraught sickness clearly wore down his friend. As he can look past the plentiful amount of gruesome scars on the man, across his sun kissed face, past his gold row of sharp teeth, and his unnatural skinny body, it just adds on to ruggish charm. Macbeth then scanned him from head to toe, at one time there were firm muscles laid ever so nicely on the man that had melted away to skin and bones over the years. 

“Then you should know better, right?” Choc responds in an even tone and Macbeth feels worse. He isn't intending to worry him. This isn't what he meant to do. 

“Don't need you guilting me, I know” 

“I'm not. You of all people should know that. As your closest friend. I can worry” 

Today was a stressful day as it is, being the train conductor holding both all the Toppats’ most prized possessions and the majority of their members. It was his assigned priority to travel back and forth from one port to another for the clan. So he's built to stay set on a tight schedule that he held high expectations and standards which he's behind on. However he is thankful they got to one small port despite the delay in a reasonable time frame. So he doesn't need this right now. 

Really, didn't need it as Choc's hands cupped his tentatively in utmost care and led the way. 

“Don't get time in the world for this, y’know that right?” Half-heartedly Macbeth pleads, from his free hand, fingers pinch the bridge of his flat nose, his gruff voice gains an octave then he dryly swallows. 

A chuckle bursts out of Choc, shrugging, with a twinkle in his eyes, walking a few feet from the train through a path of bushes, “Dontcha worry. I do think we can squeeze in a couple minutes and relax, yes?” Choc lazily went to suggest though they knew it wasn't a choice, more an order. 

“The others won't like it. The chief surely won't” 

“They'll survive,” Choc scoffs, a hint of hidden agitation seeps in. “Maybe not the chief in his haughtiness with that gloriously pretentious stick shoved so far up his ass”  

“Choc” 

Soon the man in question stops in his tracks in front two trees, looking behind his shoulder at Macbeth, an unreadable expression on his face until he softens and discreetly rolls his eyes. “It's true, isn't it? Someone's gonna get real tired of it soon and do something about that”

Nobody should ever be brazen to detest the chief, his diligent reign brought the clan to new heights they haven't seen in a while, at least Macbeth thought so. 

“He's under a lot of pressure” Macbeth adds in defense to the chief's name. 

“Shouldn't be having the title and power then if he can't handle it. The cracks under the so called pressure is starting to reveal itself”  

While Macbeth squirms, swaying on one foot to the other, Choc walks to a tree, presses a hand on the bark, lowering carefully to the ground. Macbeth manages to take a spare glance around, he notices they were alone, together at the train's head, and not a thing or person is there to interfere. 

Woods surrounded them, as naturally thickly settled and so the colorfully painted autumn leaves above provide a decent amount of shade for whoever rests below. 

“At least in my opinion. Though let's not talk now on it. We're here to relax” 

Still holding hands it was until Choc let go Macbeth missed the soothingly comforting contact. What he would do to touch them again, worse is he wanted a better feel, and so the familiar overbearing sensation returns in his gut. 

“For a few minutes, okay” Once he finds his voice Macbeth speaks, “And I have to leave. Get back to work” 

“Sure. Sure, workaholic you. Beats me for wanting what's best” Leaned up against the tree Choc lightly jokes, scoots off to the side giving his friend room to sit. So with a grunt, he plops on the dirt next to the man, his hat laid off to the sideline. 

“Hmm” 

Macbeth hums, head back laying on the itchy wood behind him, eyes clamped shut, thin lips pursed with his large, calloused hands folded on his chest, and legs stretched out. 

Relaxation never came to him. An unheard-of  after thought. Yet this time around somehow it was different. There's a cool breeze nipping his cheeks, so having someone's presence for example, Choc's sets him at ease. Maybe it was the stress doing this, or all the pent up tension building inside kicking the wind out of his lungs. 

He didn't know how long it was sitting there until he snapped awake covered in a cold sweat. A tingling itch burns underneath his skin near his heart. Reassured immediately when beside him Choc remained, sat cross legged, hands at his side, and staring up at the sky, and he didn't miss how peaceful his friend looked right now. 

Rather he was mesmerized by the sight. The way the sun hits in all the right angles Choc shines a radiant glow. Once again the eyes are what took the cake, so captivating he is immersed and can't look away. At one point he opens his mouth but shuts it. 

Then he catches the hand grazing across his own; he may or may not have deliberately put them aside. Long, boney fingers wrapped in tinted gauze barely touch his thick, stubby digits. Even with the bandages on, they were so elegant compared to his that's missing a few. 

Temptation struck him. 

Slowly inching towards the man's hands he hopes isn't too noticeable. Macbeth wasn't the type to ask for much anyways. A simple man with the most basic needs and the way Choc feels under his touch is addictive. What was a need turned to a strong craving unable to be explained in words. Hand holding won't do, he imagined his curious touch traveling up the man's arm to his chest, and down his waist. 

How big his hands would be wrapped around the man, so slender, waist nicely cinched in by the corset vest. Push the sweet jester to the dirt ground, not caring if they got messy in the process as they return to the station. 

“Whatcha starin’ at?” 

Macbeth is startled out by his daydreams and snaps his attention to the man who returned an odd look at him.  

“Caught you staring” Tilting his head in to a certain degree that's not known possible to a man Choc merely laughs, “Handsome, I get it” 

A hefty shove amongst his friend's laughter later, Macbeth coldly replies, “Wasn't directed at you so don't get your head aired up, pal” 

Can't help to watch the shit eating grin falter while the wrapped up hand inches away. 

“Sure. You say that like you believe it's true as fact” Choc's smile returned just as quick, all knowing yet kept silent. 

“Watch it before I wipe the smugness off you”

“Oooh I'm so scared” 

Shambling back on his feet, Macbeth knew his time was up, hearing faint voices coming in the distance. In the corner of his eyes was Choc, usually teasingly persistent, resigned himself. Macbeth suddenly felt bad as he had to leave, turning around with the words on his tongue, however it died as Choc lazily waves him off. 

“Took enough of your time. I'll see you later” 

Nodding Macbeth, stiff, shambles on the trail to the train, turning his head slightly watching the figure disappear from his sight. 

[zoeyandguys]

Been slowly working on developing one of my AUs I had in mind for awhile based on the 'Free Man' ending, which I'm calling "Abandoned in Space". Here's some art of one of my designs, not sure it it will stick or not.

[number-1-harumi-hater]

sometimes hes just hard to spot-

[the-markus-stickmin-collection]

Stand down, they are just leaving. Father needs everyone in the front of the airship. A meeting.

*All the Toppats look at each other*

Burt: Well…she’s the boss so…

Mr.Macbeth: *Sigh* Why did I leave the train division?

*They all leave*

[thehyperrequiem]

Try to say his name three times while in a train

He looks hardcore for a Train Conductor that most likely kept a big gun somewhere.

[suddenly-stickmin]

I like to imagine Albert is the absolute worst Elite Toppat member to be around. Ever.

[kursed-curtain]

Mr Macbeth! 🚂 Choo choo guy who I've gotten way too attached to lol

Bonus younger Macbeth with Gene and my OC Pike!

[jaspbiia]

STICKMINTOBER DAY 14: “THE ELITES”

(some of them…)

this took longer than expected…

[berensteinsmonster]

doodle ddump xP

BISN is Billy J's steed. BISN was adopted by Billy J when he was a young mutated calf, and has put alot of trust to BIlly J because he takes great care of him. He's a sweetie pie

Billy J used to own a farm, but it was taken by banks. He sought out to retreive it's will but became an outlaw in the process. Scariest mf in red mesa territory, the posse are lucky he has a grudge against ultra rich bankers. He loves BISN alot as the few remaining things he has of his ma's farm.

Dusty Cowwoy was the first Cowwoy ever. It was his destiny to save the world, and then he did so. He has a caterpillar motif to contrast Dusty Toppat, because if the old man has a spider to show how old he is, my baby boy has a caterpillar to show that he's at the beginning stages of his life.

The Dusty Toppat design you see is by @digital-roots :)

Cloudless is a cheerful young boy who loves going on adventures. He's very extroverted and loves to chatter away. He's quite the ball of sunshine.

Wilford The VI is an angel and one of the best sheriffs from the posse that came before Terrence. In fact, he was the one who took legal guardianship of her. He's very altruistic, forgiving, and patient with the Cowwoys. Always trying to see the best in....those who deserve it (in contrast to how Terrence tries to see the best in everybody)

[lovelygirlnicole15]

Toppat Week 2024 Day 11: Leisure

Mr Macbeth and Alan Fletcher were both granted some vacations by Reginald Copperbottom for their hard work (Alan's experience during heists and Mr Macbeth's train driver job), so now they're both in a hotel they just booked, Alan was reading a book while Mr Macbeth was a bit exhausted.

Note: I discarded day 10 cuz I didn't have any ideas for it... And yes Alan Fletcher has long hair but he hides it in his Toppat hat.

The Toppat Week was made by @androidcharles