#chase crophopper

[penname-artist]

Bro he's FINALLY got SOMETHING to show for a DESIGN now. Oh my God. He's one of my oldest fucking OCs, he's been a part of the headcanon since 2019. Talk about showing up late to the party, yeesh!

...Anyways.

Meet Chase!

Does he look familiar? He should. He's Dusty's older brother, and they are the spitting image of each other (I swear sometimes they use that on purpose to freak people out). Although there are a few noticable differences between the two of them. Chase is a *little* bigger than Dusty, and humanized he is 6'1" to Dusty's 6'0". His eyes are also a little darker, little more purple-y. And his livery - based off of a fish in Sea of Thieves - makes him look like he was meant to be born in the 70s. Except he was born in 1988. Oh, and the sprayer. Cuz farmer, yada yada.

Chase is a rancher back in Montana where the Crophopper family used to live. He's married to a loving wife, and they've got one daughter (Dusty's much beloved neice). As of right now, Chase has not had any fics where he's actually been featured, aside from one fic that was written partway in 2019 and never released (it may as well be titled 'Crophoppers: the Lost Episode'). I would very much like to write a fic with him officially, but Lord knows, with my track record, there's no telling if or when that'll actually happen. But hey, this post was progress enough, he HAS a featured design now! Is it just a recolor I slapped on an image of Dusty because I was lazy? YES! Does it still function as a character introduction? Fuck you, yes it is and will be!

[pareidoliaonthemove]

Lee Taylor's First Time Babysitting

Lucille Tracy was still not convinced. “Jeff, are you sure about this?”

Jeff smiled reassuringly. “Very. We’ve got to leave town for the day – a very long, very boring day – so you can get the next lot of scans for the baby. Mom has her hands full looking after Pa, and your parents couldn’t get away from the Ranch. We can’t take Scott, he’s too young, and, um …”

“Hyperactive?” Lucy raised an eyebrow.

“Excitable,” Jeff decided, “to be spend the day in the hospital with us. Lee was visiting anyway, and he is Scott’s godfather …”

“Who requires every bit as much adult supervision as the two year old we’re asking him to supervise.”

Jeff frowned. “That’s not fair, Luce. Lee …”

She sighed. “I know.” She met his gaze. “It’s only one day, right? And as he keeps reminding us, the Space Agency trusts him with their multi-billion dollar equipment, so we can trust him with Scott?”

Jeff kissed her on the forehead. “Exactly right, on both counts.”

Lee Taylor was miffed.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to look after his two-year-old godson, and it wasn’t that he wanted to look after his two-year-old godson – kids had never been his thing; but his best friend’s wife was giving the impression that she didn’t trust Lee with the boy.

For goodness sakes, the Space Agency trusted him with multi-billion dollar it, didn’t they? (Not on your own, they don’t, a traitorous little voice whispered. Lee resolutely ignored it.)

Jeff trusted him with his life, surely his wife could trust him with their son?

Captain Lee Taylor was a fully trained astronaut, with five moon missions, and one Mars landing under his belt. Captain Lee Taylor could handle a two-year-old boy. No problems. Easy peasy, light and breezy!

Captain Lee Taylor was a fully trained astronaut, with five moon missions and one Mars landing under his belt. Captain Lee Taylor was not qualified to deal with a two-year-old boy. I’m an astronaut, get me out of here!

It had started off well enough, wave bye-bye to Jeff and Lucy, watch as the boy climbed the tree in the backyard – “Are you allowed to climb that tree?” “I am if you say I am, Uncle Lee.” (He wasn’t too sure about that decision, he had a feeling Lucy wouldn’t allow it, but the kid was fine.)

A snack, reading a book about airplanes, that morphed into a storytelling session about Jeff flying in his plane, bright blue eyes stared up adoringly as he listened to stories of his Daddy’s adventures. (And, maybe, he shouldn’t have been quite so honest about Jeff’s time in combat? But the kid loved it.)

But it had fallen apart after that. Inspired by the stories, Lee had been roped into an energetic game of ‘fighter pilot’, where Lee was the “boogie” to the boy’s Jeff. Lee had to ‘fly’ and try to avoid the little boy chasing him. At the shrill shriek of “Direct hit!” Lee had to fall down, before he was allowed up to play the part of another “boogie”. After three hours, Lee was exhausted.

And the kid was hungry. So Lee found the (premade? Lee could handle making sandwiches, for heavens sake!) sandwiches in the fringe, and poured juice into a large glass. The biggest he could find, don’t want the boy to get dehydrated. That the large heavy glass tumbler wasn’t suitable for little hands was a retroactive thought, after it smashed on the ground. But that was okay, just a broken glass and spilled juice. No blood, no foul. Lee found another – plastic – tumbler and replenished the boy’s drink, before cleaning up the mess.

Lee had a thought that kids should sleep after eating, need time to let the food settle, right? But he was having none of it, wanting instead to return to playing ‘fighter pilot’. Lee couldn’t face another round of that, so he compromised with some tv time. Managing to find an old kids movie he remembered that should meet the boy’s approval, they both settled on the lounge, as onscreen Dusty Crophopper chased his dream of flying around the world.

Only for Lee to wake abruptly some time later alerted by some weird sixth sense, just in time to catch the boy as he launched off the top of the bookcase – and how the sam hill had he got up there? A frantic examination proved the kid was fine, albeit disappointed by his failure to ‘fly’. So Lee took him out to the tyre swing so he could ‘fly’ there.

It was an unknowable time later, growing dark and Lee’s back and arms were burning with exertion when Jeff and Lucy arrived home, take away Chinese in hand, only to laugh at Lee’s exhaustion, and the kid’s excitement.

Dinner was a quiet affair, as Jeff and Lucy – mainly Lucy – interrogated them on their day. Jeff quietly amused and Lucy exasperated as the story of broken glass came out, and horrified at the ‘bookcase incident’. Lee had been hoping that they could keep that to themselves.

And yes, he had been conned. The tree was strictly off limits.

Lee hoped to make a quiet escape to his guest room, but the kid wasn’t having any of that. Apparently the little monster had decided that since he was spending the day with him, that was the whole day. 24 hours.

Lee wasn’t quite sure how it happened, but somehow he ended up agreeing to sleep on a camp bed in the kids room. The operative word was ‘sleep’, right? The boy would sleep. Lee sure would. Somehow exploring new worlds was less exhausting than babysitting one two-year-old.

Jeff smirked as Lee was dragged up to the kids room, for a round of bedtime stories, and “G’night, Uncle Lee.”

Lee glared as Jeff smirked at him as he checked they were both safely tucked up in bed, before turning off the light.

Lee was going to get his best friend for this.

Small sharp fingers clamped onto his eyelid and pulled, painfully, forcibly, opening his left eye, and startling Lee into wakefulness.

Bright blue eyes peered into Lee’s sole open one. “Is you awake, my Uncle Lee?”

“I am now,” he grumbled, feeling his back complain about the camp bed he had slept – too briefly – on last night.

The little boy clapped happily, before grabbing his upper arm and trying to pull him upright. “Up!”

Lee resisted. “Too early, kid. Go back to bed.”

His best friend’s son bounced – bounced! – onto the bed and then onto his chest, driving all the air from his body. “The sun’s awake, so we’re awake. It’s time to play, so let’s all go Outside today!” He sang gleefully, bouncing in time to the tune.

Lee managed to catch him in the air, and rolling half over, deposited the boy on the floor beside the bed. He stared at the little boy, who was practically vibrating in excitement.

“You like this every day?” Lee demanded.

The boy bounced on his toes. “Yep!”

Lee swore under his breath. No wonder Jeff and Lucy were so darn tired. He eyed the blue-eyed menace in front of him. “Alright,” he muttered. “But we gotta let your Mom and Dad sleep, okay?”

He bounced again. “Okay!”

Lee dragged his protesting body out of the camp bed. Every morning. Darned if he knew why Jeff and Lucy wanted another one after this.

Jeff Tracy woke when the sun managed to find the exact right spot to shine through the gap in the curtains, and hit his face.

He lay still half asleep in bed, and wrestled with the fact that something felt wrong.

Very wrong.

The house was silent, he couldn’t hear anything except Lucy snuffling – not snoring. Never snoring. His wife DID NOTsnore! (He had learned that fact the hard way.) So there was no break in, and Scott …

Scott.

Scott, who hadn’t let his parents sleep past sunrise pretty much since the day he was born. Scott, the solar-activated ball of hyper-energy that should have bounced his parents awake the second the sun’s first rays hit the horizon. Scott, who should have been nyrooom-ing his thundering way up and down the hall and stairs.

The house was silent.

The house was still.

Scott!

Jeff was awake in a flood of adrenaline, launching himself off the bed towards the door, and running towards his son’s room.

The bed was unmade, and Scott was gone.

In a blind panic, Jeff rushed toward the bed, and ended up sprawled across the floor.

He turned, and sagged with relief. He had tripped over a discarded blanket, kicked aside from the bed camp bed that had been made up for Lee after Scott had insisted that ‘Uncle Lee’ have a sleepover with him.

Jeff took a moment to calm his breathing and heartbeat. Lee. Scott waking would have woken Lee; and Lee, knowing how tired he and Lucy were, had taken the boy off to play so they could sleep.

Thank god for Lee.

He had just about regained his composure when Lucy rounded the door. “Jeff?” She was still groggy from sleep, having been woken by his mad dash for the door. “What is it?”

Jeff got up from the floor. “I woke up,” he admitted, sheepishly. “And I panicked when I realised how late it was.”

“Huh?”

Jeff huffed, “Fine. I’m not used to being able to sleep so late. I freaked when I realised Scott hadn’t woken us, and I couldn’t hear him. Scott must have woke Lee first, and Lee took him out to play so we could sleep.”

Lucy stared, still uncomprehending, then shook her head. “Coffee. I need coffee. I can’t logic without coffee.”

Jeff grinned. “I’ll put the kettle on.”

He went downstairs, as Lucy went to take care of ‘the necessities’. And glanced as he filled the kettle, looked out the window.

The backyard was deserted.

Come to that, he couldn’t hear anything from outside, either. Scott wasn’t by nature quiet, and Lee, well, his lack of volume control was yet another side effect of that disastrous training exercise.

Jeff frowned as went to check the front yard. It too was deserted, but Lee’s rental car was missing.

Okay, so Lee had taken Scott somewhere to play so he wouldn’t disturb them. Nothing to worry about. Jeff spent the next ten minutes looking for a note explaining where they had gone.

Nothing.

No note. No car. No Lee. No Scott.

Lucy wandered down the stairs, and was a little put out to find the coffee unmade. She sighed as Jeff explained the situation. “Jeff, did you think to call Lee? You know, let him know the coast is clear to come back?”

Jeff grimaced guiltily, and went to the phone. He dialled from memory, and was rewarded by the sound of an obnoxious ringtone. It was some god-awful pop song that ‘celebrated’ the first manned landing on Mars, and Jeff hated it, so naturally Lee had chosen it as the ringtone for Jeff’s numbers.

Lucy picked up Lee’s phone and rejected the call, silencing the offending ring tone. They both stared at the device. “Trust Lee to forget his phone,” Lucy said, but her voice was worried.

“Yeah, just like him.” Jeff bit his lip. “Luce, I’ll take the car, and go find them. I’ll bring breakfast home, yeah? From the bakery? You give them a call, and tell them I’ll collect it when I’ve found Lee, they might even know where they are.”

“Lee pays,” Lucy said. “Payback for scaring us silly.”

Jeff grinned. “Fine. Lee pays.”

He was halfway down the road when Lucy called. “I’ve placed the order, but they haven’t seen them.”

Jeff grinned. “That just means that Lee hasn’t spoiled Scott’s appetite.” He considered. “I’ll swing past the airfield first, maybe Lee took Scott to see the planes?”

Lucy chuckled nervously. “Sounds about right. You let me know the second you find them.”

“Of course. Though they’ll probably turn up at home before I find them, so make sure you let me know.”

Twenty minutes later Jeff did a slow patrol around the airfield, looking for Lee’s car parked outside the perimeter to watch the student pilots taking off and landing. Nothing. So he went into the complex, and parked outside the hangar where his family stored their aircraft.

Lee had flown in from Houston, where he still lived. Maybe he had taken Scott to look at his plane? Jeff tried not to think about the fact that Lee’s car wasn’t visible.

The hangar was deserted, and the three planes were all safely stowed. So Lee hadn’t taken Scott for a flight.

As Jeff exited the airfield, having carefully checked the interiors of the three planes, just in case, his phone rang, with the generic ringtone. Mouth dry, Jeff answered.

“Jeff, it’s Sheriff Reichs. I’ve just been in The BakeHouse, I understand you’ve misplaced that friend of yours, and your son?”

Jeff grimaced. He should’ve known better. That he’d ‘lost’ Scott would be all over town. He quickly explained the situation, careful to emphasise that he had no concern for Scott’s wellbeing.

Sheriff Reichs chuckled. “Well, I’ll keep an eye out for you, and you make sure you let me know when you find ‘em.” The older man was reassuring. “This’ll make one hell of a good story for the boy’s twenty-first.”

Jeff promised to call him second thing – Lucy remained firmly first in line – and thanked the sheriff for his help. A couple of the smaller playgrounds and parks were on Jeff’s way, and he slowed to drive past, carefully scanning them for signs of his son and friend.

Nothing.

It was only when he got to the large park in the centre of town that he found the first sign of his quarry. Lee’s rental car was parked, haphazardly across two spaces, by the corner that was on the direct route from their house.

Jeff parked more carefully next to his friend’s car, and as he got out the Sheriff’s cruiser pulled into the slot on the other side.

Reichs got out of his car, and eyed Lee’s rental, before turning to Jeff. “Well, I sure hope he parks a space rocket better than he parks a car.”

“There’s a reason the Space Agency insists we’re chauffeured everywhere on their watch.” Jeff almost managed to keep a straight face.

“Is that why they’re talkin’ ‘bout bringin’ back ocean landin’s?”

Jeff laughed.

Reichs chuckled. There was a delighted shriek from deeper in the park. “Higher, Uncle Lee! Higher!”

A broad grin spread across the Sheriff’s face. “Sounds like you’ve found what you’re lookin’ for, Jeff. I’ll not hold you up.”

Jeff thanked him again, backing away towards the shrieks of delight, and as soon as he was able, turned and hurried – not run, he was not running – to the source of the noise.

Just before he broke the treeline that screened the large, well-equipped playground, Jeff forced himself to stop. There, on the high swings – that Scott was most definitely not allowed on – was his son, his best friend pushing the boy ever higher.

He pulled out his phone, and took a minute’s video, before sending it to Lucy.

The response came as a text message: Thank God. Bring them home. I’m hungry.

He snorted and put the phone away, stepping out of the concealing treeline and starting towards the swingset.

“Daddy!” Scott had spotted him, and before anybody could react, the boy launched himself forward off the swing at its zenith. Lee’s strangled yell as the boy fell to the ground. Landed a good six feet from the edge of the swing’s reach…

… and immediately ran towards his father, cannonballing into Jeff with a force that knocked him over, and would have knocked the air out of him, had there been any left in his body.

Jeff grabbed him in a massive hug, as Lee sprinted up to them, spluttering what could have been words.

Scott hugged Jeff back, just as tightly, although for different reasons. “Did you see me, Daddy? I was flying!”

Jeff pulled back a little. “Yeah, I saw you buddy. And it’s a good thing your Mom didn’t. What have you been told about jumping off the swings?”

The little boy deflated. “Don’t.” Blue eyes pleaded. “But I was flying. Just like you. And Uncle Lee.”

Jeff groaned. “Scott Lee Tracy, your Uncle Lee and I have all sorts of safety gear to keep us from getting hurt.”

And just like that, Scott perked up. “Ok, Daddy. I bring my helmet. It’s keeps me from getting hurt.”

Jeff swallowed. He was in real trouble this time. “We’ll ask your Mom,” was all he could say.

Lee fidgeted, “What’re you doing here, Jeff? Luce kick you out?”

Jeff glared at him. “Would it kill you to leave a note?”

Lee winced, guiltily. “You could’a called me. Save the trip.”

Jeff reached into his pocket, and pulled out Lee’s phone. “Didn’t work so well.”

Lee deflated. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

“But you got to sleep in, right?”

Jeff sighed. “Yeah. But next time, leave a damn note. It took years off my life.”

Lee winced again. “Lucy’s mad at me, isn’t she?”

“The Sheriff was looking for you both.” Lee paled. “And you’re buying breakfast.”

“Uncle Lee and I had beek-fast!” Scott chirped. “Uncle Lee brought me don’t’s an’ a milkshake.”

Jeff stared at his friend. “Doughnuts and milkshake, for breakfast?!”

Lee went even paler. “Where’d Lucy order from, anyway? You get him home, and I’ll bring breakfast.”

Jeff glared. “You’d better. I am not explaining this to his mother on my own.”

Lee grabbed his phone and ran, yelling over his shoulder, “Message me the address!”

Jeff looked down at Scott, “Come on, kiddo.” He swung the delighted boy onto his shoulders. “We’d better go after him before he gets lost.”

Scott shrieked with delight, and pulling violently on Jeff’s hair, kicked him in the chest with his heels. “Faster, Daddy! Faster!”

Jeff broke into a trot after his best friend. Please, God, let the next one be quieter.

Notes:

Ask, and ye shall receive! (Although not always this quickly!) By popular demand, this is the story of Scott’s first adventure with ‘Uncle Lee’.

@janetm74, @onereyofstarlight, and @womble1, this one’s for you!

The standard disclaimers, I do not own Thunderbirds, either the Original Series, the Movies (both Supermarionation and Live Action), or the Thunderbirds Are Go Series. (Although I do own copies on DVD.)

I do not do this for money, but for my own (in)sanity and entertainment.

[anarchy-shoutmon]

A more accurate about me pinned post

Hi, My name is Gothic-Shoutmon27, and welcome to my blog! I am in a loving relationship with my beautiful girlfriend @voidsweets I love you baby!💕💕 am in a bunch of fandoms, some you are familiar with, others....maybe not-

The more recent fandoms I'm in;

Avatar (2009)

Thomas and Friends

Robot Trains

Lego Monkie Kid

Blaze and the Monster Machines

Planes

Planes; Fire and Rescue

Super Wings

Cars 1/2/3

Happy Tree Friends

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Now these are the fandoms I've been in for a while.

Transformers

The entirety of The Tales of Arcadia series

FNAF

Mega Man

Monster High

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Sonic the hedgehog

Ben 10

Iron Leaguer

Brave Police J-Deckerd

Monsters Inc/University

Loonatics Unleashed

Ninjago

Pokemon

Cookie Run

Digimon Fusion

No Straight Roads

Pucca

Mighty no.9

Jak and Daxter

Sly Cooper

Ratchet and Clank

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And that's every fandom I'm in! Now to fully introduce myself.

Blazen

Blaze, Halo, Boost, Sleek

Trans non binary lesbian

17

My gender is yes

the fandoms I'm in, my girlfriend, my followers, drawing, long car rides, cats, dogs, listening to music, the feeling of being high on power when I am home alone, my family, my friends

creeps, people annoying me, waking up in the morning

Taken

May or may not have depression

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And that's pretty much every about me. Now to tell you about my comfort characters

Crusher, Blaze, Pickle, Darington, Stripes - Blaze and the Monster Machines

Ripslinger, Dusty Crophopper, ishani, Skipper, Bravo and Echo - planes

Blade Ranger, Windlifter, Lil Dipper, Maru, Cabbie - Planes; Fire and Rescue

Jet, Jerome, Chase, Paul - Super Wings

Flippy, Fliqpy, Splendid, Splendont, Nutty, Flaky, Lifty and Shifty - Happy Tree Friends

Red Son, Yin and Jin, MK, Sun Wukong, Macaque, Nezha, the mayor - Lego Monkie Kid

Lightning McQueen, Strip Weathers, Jackson Storm, Boost, Dj, Wingo, Snot Rod, Rod Torque Redline, Finn Mcmissile, Mater, Cruz, Siddley - Cars 1/2/3

Kay, Duke, Alf - Robot Trains

Thomas, Gordon, James, Percy, Toby, Edward, Henry - Thomas and Friends

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I'll add more soon, and that is everything about me

I am open to chat and I have a Discord it's 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓#3218 if you want to talk with me on there.

Bye

[the-kings-tail-fin]

Was lightning kind of concerned after realizing Annabel was serious about becoming a racer once she got older? I would picture that sport to be even more dangerous compared to car racing.

Oh, indeed.

She’s not built for it in the least, and to be honest, she’s not that good of a flyer. Sure, she’s still young and has a lot of room for improvement, but Lightning’s just not feeling it. He wants her to chase her dreams, but even he knows that sometimes some things just aren’t practical. He doesn’t want to see her fail or hurt herself and lose her confidence. He’s holding out that eventually she’ll change her mind and he won’t have to have a difficult conversation with her, but he’s dreading the possibility of it. He doesn’t know what to do.

Curse that Dusty Crophopper for being the perfect working class role model.

[alwaysa-winner]

STATS:

Name: Sarah ‘Sally’ Gabriella McQueen Age: 1 Orientation: ???? Status: Single Career Choice: Neurosurgeon (In the Future) Birthdate: December 10

BIO:

Sally was a child of old age. Francesco had decided that surrogacy was what would bring their last child to them. Lightning had almost had a heart attack when Francesco told him. He had been joking when he said it would be nice to have another baby since in a few years their nest would be empty. He’d forgotten who he was married to apparently. However, he had easily accepted another child into his heart and home.

How could they not love her? She was a bright little girl who loved to laugh as soon as she could. She was surrounded by love from her siblings and parents. She was quickly showing her intelligence and there was a bright future ahead for her.

The only time she was ever sad was when she was alone or when her siblings were sad too. Thankfully, that didn’t last too long and her family was happy and together again.

PERSONALITY:

Sally was a bubbly little girl and had walked long before she could talk. She loved chasing after her Dada and Papa. Her favorite bedtime routine was when her Dada sung her to sleep. She tended to prefer Elise out of her siblings because she was the silliest. Her Papa was the person she’d walk to first. She was a lucky little girl.

CONNECTIONS:

The Carreras: Sally loved her Aunt Sarah. She’d been named after her. Her Aunt Sarah always had time to play with her and give her hugs. She loved her cousins too. Asher loved to read to her and she enjoyed the pictures in his books.

The Crophoppers: They always had such nice toys to give her. They also never got tired of holding her. What wasn’t there to love?

[penname-artist]

Trick or treat!

*offers candies* Happiest of Halloween! Hopefully you don't get any of those weird orange peanuts this year!

And your coin flip iiiiiis...heads as well! I'm surprised I haven't landed trick for anyone yet, but lucky you!

The Crophopper family has had a lot of great Halloweens celebrated, from offering a spooky corn maze to trick-or-treaters, to dressing their two kids up in DIY - and usually matching - costumes. Dusty and Chase have done a whole myriad of things over the years, from pirates to pumpkins to - and he kinda hates remembering this now, given context - dressing as his then-idol and now greatest rival, Ripslinger.

Their best year yet was a recent one, where the two brothers Dusty and Chase teamed up with parents Tess and Charlie to do the Wizard of Oz: Tess as Dorothy, Charlie as the Tin-Man, Chase as the Scarecrow, and Dusty as the Cowardly Lion. They also managed to convince Skipper to be the wizard, Dottie as Glinda Goodwitch, and Jenna (Chase's wife) as the Wicked Witch of the West. It was nigh short of a phenomenal matchup year.

[penname-artist]

Oh brother!

Dusty and older brother Chase, both just here bein dorks that belong to the Weasley family.

[penname-artist]

Dusty’s Family Tree

I shit you not, I have a fic titled “Crophopper Family Reunion” that has been a WIP for almost two YEARS. At this point I’m more inclined to just rewriting the entirety of what’s already there. But with that story possibility in mind, I want to discuss Dusty’s, ahh, upbringing:

-Dustin Liam Crophopper is the youngest of two boys, born June 6th of 1990 (that’s right, he’s a Gemini. Y’all are in trouble)

-His older brother is Chase Aaron Crophopper, born two years prior on September 8th of 1988 (Easy to remember: it’s 9/9/88)

-Both boys are the pride and joy of parents Tess and Charlie Crophopper, both lifelong farmers

-The family lived in Wyoming (where both kiddos were born) until Dusty was about 2, when they decided to move their stead into Minnesota for better job opportunities. They lived in a patch of land a little ways from Propwash Junction, but just close enough to make a drive up there or a decent walk

-The saying “One child’s an angel, the other’s a demon” rings very true for Tess; she loves both her children and would never pick favorites, but let’s just say Dusty gave her a LOT more gray hairs on her head than Chase ever could. That child was accident-prone.

-The boys basically grew up knowing Dottie and Chug; all of their families were local business owners, and being from such a small place they all got thrown into the same homeschool cirriculum. (That’s right ya boy’s HOMESCHOOLED, just like ME. ...FUN FACT. and it all makes fucking sense now don’t it)

-Despite the distance between the family at this point in their lives, the Crophoppers were all from pilot families, and flew in to meet up around the holidays. Dusty and Chase were the babies of the family for a long time, given all their cousins were older than them. Dusty took it all in stride. Chase? Well, he could have lived without the cheek-pinching.

-They had all the classic redneck homeschool children works; a self-made treehouse, a tire swing over the pond, a pile of random scrap items in a field that they turned into an obstacle course, free access to cattle fields, corn fields, and a forest of trees to climb, and at SOME point they had a four-wheeler too, but they kind of sort of crashed it into a mudpit and never saw it again (well actually Charlie had to tow it out and it was busted but the point still stands)

-They also had an old Nintendo console. Dusty loved the Mario games no matter how much he sucked at them (he still sucks at them)

-Dustin goes by a few different nicknames to his family; “Dusty” of course has always been the most prominent, but several family members also call him by his middle name, Liam, because it’s his middle name which came from his grandfather (Tess’s dad)

-Dusty started working his first official job when he was fifteen, when he earned his pilot’s license to help Leadbottom out with his own crop fields. The family was trying to help him out since he was the last living member of his family and didn’t have anyone else to take on the job for him. He did promise that the fields would eventually be inherited to the Crophoppers given that now they’re essentially family friends.

-Chase moved back to Wyoming in his early 20s to work on a cattle ranch, and eventually married and had a daughter. Her name is Piper, and she is the world to not just her parents, but also her Favorite Orange Uncle.

-Tess has the literal short end of the stick in the household; not only is she the only female of the house, but she’s also the shortest, at 5′3″, while her boys are both about the same height as their dad (Charlie and Chase are both 6′1″, Dusty’s 6′0″). But that doesn’t really stop her, she can still grab earlobes from that height.

[penname-artist]

Tidbits #2

Tidbit: Oscar Woods & the Orange Terror

Notice: this chapter of 'Tidbits' is reposted from it's original document of 2021, and may no longer be up-to-date with current headcanons.

-Oscar Woods is an original character of mine, who's still really new to the group, but is and has become Dusty's lover slash emotional support plane. He's a Curtiss P-36 Hawk (looks very much like Skipper actually, minus the gull-shape in the wings and a few other design things. But the bare-bones idea is similar on the exterior and esposed cowling).

-Oscar's main color palette, though NOT set in stone yet, is planned to be greys and forest greens, and potentially a touch of purple. I have not sold myself on this plan however, so I'll keep you posted if it changes. I need to make a reference image or three for Oscar first before I make any final final decisions.

-Oscar is an asexual - and yes, before you ask, this does not mean he's "not allowed to date/be in love with/be romantic with Dusty". That has nothing to do with that, it just means he has a lack of sexual attraction. He does not, however, lack romantic attraction for the crop duster. Oscar is as one would say, an Ace of Hearts: that is, a romantic asexual. He will cuddle and kiss the crap out of Dusty, and he enjoys doing so. He just doesn't have the overwhelming desire to want to fuck him, that's literally it. (And Dusty doesn't mind that, either; his own libido isn't the strongest anyways, so really he just relieves that on his own terms.)

-Going back to the paint job/livery idea, since he's an ace I may incorporate spades, hearts, or just card suites in his design. It's a work in progress, y'all leave me be, I'm tired.

-Dusty (headcanon name Dustin Liam Crophopper - not sure if some of you guys knew that) has himself an older brother by about four years, named Chase. Oscar and Chase are...devious, together. It might actually be reccomended that they are never in the same space together, because they are relentless teases to Dusty - like seriously, they share secrets about his most ticklish spots and then go for the kill. It's all in good fun of course, but Dusty is always the target, always and forever.

-Though distantly, Oscar is actually related to Skipper. He's his (I looked this up so this is actually accurate) first cousin twice removed - AKA, the grandson of Skipper's first cousin. He and Dusty meet by coincidence for this reason later on (details of which will be explained in a future fic!)

-[specific to the humanized variant] Dusty, after the incurable development of his epilepsy, ends up with a service dog, a Golden Retriever by the name of Amber (based off of a real Golden Retriever my dad had of the same name - though, not a seizure response service dog). Oscar and Dusty both love her to pieces, and Oscar totally doesn't see it as a huge bonus when it comes to dating and living with Dusty. XD

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Catch!! *throws sustenence*

*jumps into the air to catch the flying sustenence*

Chase (Dusty's older brother) lives on a cattle ranch in Wyoming, with his wife and daughter. They try to visit as often as they can, and when they do, their greeting method is always engaging in a wrestling match, to which Chase always wins.

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YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ARPUMD BABY RIGHT AROUND LIKE A RECORD BABY RIGHT ROUND ROUND ROUND

Imagine a poorly filmed TikTok with this, and the camera slowly zooms in on Dusty and his older brother Chase, fully grown man-children, on an old merry-go-round, trying to reach the speed of light. Chase is putting everything he can into it. Dusty is too but jumps on at the last minute in the hopes his added imbalanced weight will pull it the rest of the way. They both look like they're not far from puking or passing out. Or both.

In other news, the life expectancy of the Crophopper family has been declining

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Since someone asked, I did actually make an official height chart for ALL the main characters and even a handful of OCs, so here be the runnings for everybody!

Apollo Valentinas - 5’10” April Beverly Ranger - 5’8” Avalanche - 6’2” Blackout - 5’4” Blade Ranger - 5’11” Bulldog - 6’1” Cabbie McHale - 6’5” Caleb Marshall Ranger - 5’11” Cassidy Lopez - 5’3” Chase Crophopper - 6’1” Dipper - 5’11” Drip - 5’9” Dusty Crophopper - 6’0” Dynamite - 5’7” El Chupacabra - 5’3” Hector Vector - 6’2” Ishani - 5’8” Maru - 5’4” Nick Lopez - 5’0” Ned & Zed - 5’4” Oscar Woods - 5’10” Patch - 5’5” Paul - 5’8” Pinecone - 5’8” Rey Valentinas - 5’10” Ripslinger - 6’2” Rochelle - 5’10” Rotor Turbosky - 6’0” Sydney Robin Ranger - 5’5” Windlifter - 6’3” Zoe Crophopper - 5’7”

Currently, Cabbie is still the tallest standing at a holy shit are-you-even-okay 6′5″ (it’s okay though I know someone who is actually that tall) while Nick is the shortest at a spiteful 5′0″, after I toyed with his height for a while and then shrunk him to adequate spite-height.

Also, some of those names you don’t recognize, yeeeah I really want to do something with them. April, Sydney, Caleb...they need scenes. And designs.