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✨UPDATED!✨

All of my Frobin fics I have written from December 2023 when I first started writing, up through my most recent work posted October 2024, stored in one convenient place! 🌸

🍔 Staying Right Here (and not a step closer)

RATING: E

words: 317,056 status: COMPLETE chapters: 14

Set the week Post-Enies Lobby. The core lore mostly canon compliant getting together fic. Weird sex, fast food, and an accidental wedding. My first big fic, and an adventure into writing smut. Epilogues go up through timeskip/Fishman Island reunion.

🐊 These Foolish Things

RATING: M

words: 14,178 status: ONE SHOT

Includes the Wanihana ship to tell a story of Robin's healing over time. A songfic that uses a whole catalog of Frank Sinatra songs to frame Franky and Crocodile's differing relationships to Robin. A bit more serious, as it discusses abuse. This one was a practice in writing in complex tense.

✈️ Floating Through the Stratosphere

RATING: E

words: 30,742 status: COMPLETE chapters: 2

Modern day airplane pilot AU except they are only rarely on the plane. Half one-bed-rom-com, half amnesia medical drama. This was a really fun world to build up, and I've been considering writing more stories within this world.

🕵🏻‍♀️ The Sunday Affair

RATING: E

Words: 68,078 status: ONGOING chapters: 8 (/10)

Robin is a Russian spy, Franky is an American spy. Its 1967 Cold War DC. Franky is assigned to find and kill an assassin named Sunday, Robin has to assassinate an agent named Flam. Oh, and they're married.

⏱ Another Day in the Sun

RATING: T

words: 43,413 status: ONGOING chapters: 7/ ???

The crew is stuck in a time loop, living the same day over and over again, but only some can tell. Matchmakers Robin and Franky have to get everyone to kiss each other. A thinly veiled fun little excuse to make everyone make out. And also its a bit (lot) poly (Paradise+EB5). An adventure in keeping things T.

🍼 Super Troupers

RATING: M

words: 11,130 status: ONGOING chapters: 1 (/3)

A baby fic! Chapter 1 is mostly set up, pregnancy, and delivery. But I'm still working at the follow up chapters, I want to tell more little stories with each of the boys. A bit sweet and sappy and emotionally indulgent but I don't care I love this fambly. M rating only for blood and a few intense discussions around pregnancy.

⚡️ What Makes a Man

RATING: M

words: 47,592 status: ONGOING chapters: 14 (/20?)

Putting the Franky in Frankenstein. A reanimation fic. Franky dies at Laugh Tale but leaves behind instructions for Robin to put him back together. Mainly meant to be little pocket character studies. BACK FROM THE DEAD, NOT ABANDONED FIC! I told ya I'd update it.

💀 For the Thrill of It

RATING: E

words: 46,551 status: COMPLETE chapters: 2

Nasty spooky Thriller Bark monsterfucker erotica. Brook joins the party and things get Weird. 5+1 but more like a 5+2. Established Frob with added skeleton. Chapter 2 has now been added, Robin's pov + bonus scenes. And perhaps a chapter 3 still lives in the back of my brain.

🤖 Handle With Care

RATING: E

words: 13,365 status: ONE SHOT

More nasty erotica for the sake of itself. Franky gets hurt, needing significant repairs and a full service tune up. This one is distinctly T4T. This one was written simply because no one else had written like, proper robot shit with Franky on ao3 and I was so appalled to see the hole in the market that I just HAD to fill it.

🧰 Showoff (the devil’s in the details)

RATING: E

words: 16,929 status: ONE SHOT

Even MORE pwp. Post-Egghead on the run to Elbaf, Franky shows Lilith Sunny and all of his little inventions. Things heat up between him, her, and Robin, but Vegapunk keeps all the praise to herself. This one was written in gut reaction to the most recent chapter, and I think I wrote it for entirely personal reasons lol. Franky just wants to be told he did a good job.

That's all I wrote! 610,000 words this year (of just my posted fics, not counting other works and wips) (and 45,000 words posted Halloweek alone!). I'm really proud about how my writing has developed over the year, I hadn't written much in the past so this was a huge journey, but a really fun one. Thanks for growing with me! Enjoy the works!

[cptn-m]

The Future of One Piece's Digital Colour Manga

It may not be universal knowledge that the One Piece has a completely official (and quite high quality) full colour release, due to it being Japanese only and digital only, and therefore only readable via scanlations.

But it does exist, and unfortunately it has stalled following the release of volume 99 in September 2022. That’s long enough that some fans have come to wonder if it’s been abandoned entirely.

But there’s evidence Shueisha is still working on the colour release behind the scenes, in the panels from volumes 100 and beyond that keep appearing in marketing materials such as the official Twitter and YouTube, the card game, and the Vivre Card Databook.

I’ve saved all I’ve spotted. I’m sharing cutouts of the folders I use for them to give an idea of how much of each volume has been done. The quality on many is not great, particularly those sourced from the Vivre Cards because they’re screen caps of photos of relatively small printed material, but they offer a preview of what’s to come.

Filenames represent the chapter, but may not be accurate to the order within the chapter. That just comes from the order I saved them. And yes, there are a couple of double-ups where the same panel was used by two different sources.

Volume 100:

Volume 101:

Volume 102:

Volume 103:

Volume 104:

Volume 105:

Volume 106:

Volume 107:

Volume 108:

So what? Could Shueisha just drop all the way up to vol 108 (the second latest release!) in full colour whenever they want? Eh, probably not. I imagine for things that recent, they pick and choose the panels they need for promo material and leave the rest for later. Some of the colours may not yet be final. (We can see that the grid-texture ground in the Egghead Fabriophase is purple here when the anime made it green, and there’s no evidence to say either way if that’s one of the places where the anime is contradicting Oda, or if the colour just wasn’t finalised at the time these colourings were done.)

But give how long it’s been, I’d be surprised if they didn’t have at least up to the end of Wano ready to pull the trigger on. Hopefully soon. Maybe alongside the digital release of volume 109 in early August?

My fingers will remain crossed.

[miss-nerd-alert]

So I FINALLY got my copy of Veilguard in the mail, and I’ve been playing obsessively. Random thoughts so far:

I was not a fan of the new combat system at first, but it’s growing on me. Granted, I’ve only played as a mage so far, so that could change once I start branching into the other classes.

The character creator caused some frustration. Wasn’t happy to see that they’ve once again thrown all the hair options in together, instead of having them separated between male and female, but that’s just a personal gripe. Was also a bit bummed by the lack of nice updos; what’s with the Vegeta widow’s peak that so many hairstyles had? I did laugh out loud at the Sabrina Carpenter hair, though. Overall neutral to positive reaction, but clear room for improvement.

I was so glad Rook got to call Solas out in that first chat. Not having to sit there and take that asshole’s crap was lovely.

Treviso is GORGEOUS. The market, the music, the architecture. 10/10 no notes.

So glad they didn’t make Bellara another Merrill. She actually feels like her own character, and her banter with Harding is a delight to listen to.

The Ossuary was such unique level. Elven Atlantis? Stunning. Every time I think I’ve seen all that Thedas has to offer, I’m proven wrong.

The fact that I can actually hear Neve’s prosthetic foot when she walks? Fantastic.

Lucanis’ first personal quest is buying groceries for the team and a coffee date. And the way he gets excited if you buy something for him? I love this man.

Delighted and surprised to hear Teia is voiced by the same gal who voices Sombra in Overwatch. Haven’t played it since they paywalled the story mode, but it was still nice to hear.

I only know Harding’s ma through codex entries, but I adore her.

The fact that Solas just fucking hates you after trashing his ritual makes it 1000% funnier that you full on move into his house. Like yeah I trashed your ritual, and I’ve ALSO moved into your home and unpacked my stuff. Suck it, egghead.

Companions actually finishing banter after getting interrupted?!?!? 1000/10

[themarginalthinker]

RPM

(Prompt for @ria-coolgirl, who suggested a sleepover with the boys listening to cheesy pop music! Sorry if this kinda got away from that, but hopefully you'll think it's cute lol)

Paul likes music, and wants something to keep him and everyone occupied. He decides to hit up his favorite record store.

-

Call him crazy, call him a tippy-tapping fool, but if ever one was to meet Paul Harris meandering down the Boardwalk, you'd almost have to call it dancing.

Always a tune in his head, always something playing that only he could hear the melody of. Paul danced to the beat of his own drums, and it was some damn good music if he did say so.

Such wandering, feeling the rhythm, took him lots of places. Little pop-up stores that happened over the summer months, here and gone again for the warm nights. Markets and art fairs that stayed active after sunset were fun, Marko liked those. Sometimes he'd mosey into a shop just following an idle thought, see what was about, and under the stares of the clerks (who tried their best to pretend they weren't staring) he'd make his way back out. Usually with something tucked into his jacket or pocket they weren't aware of. (Hey, you can't leave a store without getting something, that was just stupid.)

Tonight, the music in Paul's head was quiet, and disorganized, like a radio you just couldn't get to pick up a signal. It needed tuning - and he needed something to sink his (metaphorical this time) teeth into.

Streetlight Records, his haven away from haven.

Tucked neatly between two much larger buildings, the door for it almost hidden away just around the corner and in an alcove, one might have almost walked right past it. The doorway, however, was lit with garlands of twinkling lights they put out in the summer, and the base of something was humming out into the street, advertising for all who wished to open their eyes and ears, and take a chance.

Paul slips into to the doorway.

The shop was longer than it was wide, and it wasn't a whole lot of that to begin with. Along the left wall and down the straight middle isle, starting basically at the door so close you'd bump into it if you weren't careful, shelves upon shelves of LPs and EPs. Bins filled, racks a mash and collection that a vinyl dragon would go green with envy over. Some were arranged by year, others by genera. Artists' faces in posters and their album art, if they were popular enough, hung from the light strands wound around the ceiling and support beams. Under those were cases of cassettes, displays for tape recorders and the empty tapes to go with them.

The right side was a little less packed, but no less interesting. The glass case under the counter top and register boasted more gift-shoppy material, for those who only knew what played on the radio and when confronted with the font of auditory wonders before them, chose to stay in shallower waters. Racks of post cards, books of music history for the well-listened eggheads, more expensive maintenance tools for people's instruments.

And speaking of, further in the back sat displays of sound equipment for bands. Paul had spent more hours than he could reliably remember giving the old Fender some much-needed love and attention, here with lights and amps where it's rich, rolling sounds could be appreciated.

The place was a feast for anyone looking to discover something about themselves, and Paul was never satiated.

Paul slips past the immediate shelves to get to the front register, hands finding the glass surface and beginning to tap along to the muted cacophony in his head. It was deserted for the moment, but you didn't need supernatural senses to smell that someone had been here not too long ago, partaking in something that made the music sound even better. Paul leans over the desk and eyes the thick, beaded curtain that lead to the back rooms.

"Hey Randy! If you don't come out here someone's gonna come in and steal your signed Grateful Dead shirt!"

Indeed, said shirt was hanging up, proudly displayed on the wall behind the counter. It was a much prized possession - and in some real amount of danger from some fingers more sticky than not. It was also a surefire way to get the attention of a certain shop owner.

There's some sounds from behind the curtain, shuffling and maybe something falling over as someone jumped up, either at the threat or the owner of the voice issuing it. Paul hears the shout back before he can actually make out the words. If there were words being said at all.

Judging from the practically-visible cloud that follows the man who emerges from behind the curtain, it's more likely the latter.

Randy's and older dude, not 'old' but certainly a decade and a half Paul's (visible) elder. His hair is crow black, shoulder length and wavy, held back with a tie and a wrapped, psychedelic bandana. His eyes are blown to space, he's got a red press mark on his face, clearly the picture of a man getting ready to close up for the night and getting the evening come-down started a little early.

He'd probably known who had come in from the shout, but seeing him at the counter changes something in his face. How his back straightens. Eyes dart to the doorway, and then into the depths of the store. Looking for people who follow like ghosts in each other's wake.

His shoulders only relax a little when he finds it's only Paul, still looking at him expectantly. His half-smile could simply be the weed, and being tired. Paul lets it be.

"The man of the hour," Paul says, holding out a hand.

Randy huffs a laugh, and reaches out to take it, grasping it and pulling it in to touch forearms. To his credit, he no longer reacts to the cool skin as it touches him. One too many smokes - or maybe one too many touches with something like Paul to bother reacting.

"Yeah, sure. Only for you."

Paul takes his hand back and places it on his chest. "I consider it the highest honor, dude."

Randy nods a little.

These were words exchanged back and forth easily enough. Informal formalities, but a certain script maintained all the same. Like the glass counter between them. Crystal clear, but a barrier.

The shopkeep shrugs, and leans on his elbow. "Well, you got me here. What's up?"

Paul keeps drumming his fingers on the counter. A pattern only he can make sense of.

"Well, believe it or not, I'm actually not here for anything in particular," Paul says. "I'm uh. Actually looking for something along the lines of. New."

Randy blinks, cocking his head a little. "New?"

"Ya."

Believe it or not, immortality came with downsides. Well. Maybe not downsides so much as reoccurring stumbles. One of which being that the 'new' turned into 'old' faster than one would think, and even for someone who could listen to the same song on repeat for a whole day, there was a whole world of new things being made. New songs, new artists, new sounds. Collecting them to preserve perfectly forever like all the trinkets of the past stored in the cave. Immortal memory.

Randy however, looked over Paul like he'd started growing a second head. However, he knew better than to quibble. The script had run out, and Paul was looking at him expectantly. He was the expert in these things, and his customer had asked for goods.

"Well, we do got some stuff here, towards the front-"

Paul knew what Randy was pointing out, but he shakes his head. The silver bangles Marko had threaded into his hair shake with a metallic clicking, his blade of his earring glinting in the low lights. Randy stops mid-sentence, not about to waste Paul's time on the air it took to make the words. He knew better.

"Nah, man, I don't mean like, new releases. I mean just. Like. New. Somethin' different."

Something to scratch the constant itch of eternal stagnation amidst constant, unstoppable change.

Randy is silent, looking at him. There isn't much of a semblance of the polite, sleepy smile he'd been wearing earlier. Paul keeps looking right back at him, fingers drumming, drumming, drumming away at the counter. Nails clicking against the glass. Dragging.

It's only when Paul moves, shifting from one foot to the other, in a fidget, that Randy comes back into motion.

"Right. Sure. Okay, yeah, I just- hang on."

Paul nods a couple times, a little 'sure' thrown in as well as Randy moves off with maybe a little too much pep in his step, especially considering it's back behind the curtain and into another room. Where Paul's relaxed stare isn't on him the whole time.

There's the sound of boxes being moved, the clack of plastic cases - ans to ears more sensitive, dark mutterings. Paul pretends it's the rattling of the old water pipes along the ceiling.

He reaches over, to one side of the counter, and snatches up a couple jacket patches from the bins left out for sale. Marko had mentioned wanting to potentially start a new jacket project soon. Paul tucks them into his pocket.

Randy comes back after a few minutes. In his hands is a box, and in that box is a mess of things. A couple records, their sleeves looking a little battered, more than a few cassette tapes that looked much more recent, though one had a cracked case.

Paul reaches forward before Randy can say anything and pulls out something from the lot - a magazine, and from the provided pouch in the back of it, a small disc.

"Oh, I love Flexis!" Paul says, grin wide. "They're not making them much anymore."

He holds up the small, colorful record disk, and Randy's shoulders relax a little. He'd pleased the beast.

"There's not a whole lot, I think they only ran that edition with the Flexi for a while, but I had it kinda lying around, so."

Paul snorts. "What, you're using this to pawn your junk off on me, man?"

He flicks a finger at the box, tapping it rather harshly. Randy, again to his credit, doesn't flinch. But from the twitch under his eye, it's a near thing.

Paul grabs the box from him before he can try to say anything else. "I'm joshing you, dude. Jeez. You need some stronger stuff if you're this wound up. You know I'll take anything. You got good taste."

Randy lets Paul take the box from him, fingertips meeting for only a second. Paul's nails are sharp against his skin.

Paul tucks his prize under one arm. With his other, he digs into some pocket or another in his coat. From it, he produces a set of bills. He slaps them down on the countertop.

"You're a pal, Ran-the-man. Catch ya next week!"

Without waiting for Randy to open the till or count the money, or even a goodbye, Paul is already out the door. Barely a sound follows him, just the now empty store, playing its low background music under soft lighting.

When the man does blink out of his stupor, and counts the amount given to him for his motley collection of odds and ends, it's enough to make even his mouth go dry.

He doesn't ask, though. Never does. He simply straightens out the notes, and sets the stained paper in the drawer.

-

"Oh, I wanna dance with somebody! I wanna feel the heat with somebody!"

The music echoed in the main hall, the voices rising and falling with it perhaps not the most in-tune, but the enthusiasm was all that was really necessary.

David watches Star try to keep her smile down at Paul as he strikes a pose, singing into an invisible microphone, swaying her own head side to side with the melody. He lets himself smile with her.

Marko and Dwayne occupy the couch on either side of her, critiquing the performance.

"Good hip movement."

"You know, if he permed his hair, he might actually kinda look like Whitney."

"I vote eight point seven."

"No way, this is freestyle, tens across the board."

"No, there's always room for improvement."

The tall blond shimmies his way over to her, and Star can't help but let out the suppressed giggle at his exaggerated lip-syncing. She protests a fair bit as she's pulled up, and brought to the 'dance floor', her eyes flitting over to David who only raises an eyebrow, before Paul is pulling her in, spinning them around in a dance that doesn't exist and is made purely of the need to move and feel the music.

"Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody! With somebody who loves me!"

The tune in his step matching the music in his head, and all around him. Harmony.

[ripgray-moved]

𖤐  ⸻ Most people don't know that Peter enjoys reading. While not an egghead by any means, he most certainly gets struck with the urge to occupy the downstairs window seat when it's raining, a coffee by his knee and a book in his lap.

❛ It's really cool that they're doing the bookstall market thing again this year, ❜ he says, keeping stride with Bella as they make their way to the town centre, ❛ you find all sorts of shit for dirt-cheap. It's sick. ❜

@pluviacuratio encountered the king!

[muckduckgoose]

Jurassic Jumble Reboot Recap

((I delayed on this long enough. Here's a general concept of how the plotline of "Jurassic Jumble" would go in the DT17 universe with my Honker, featuring my takes on the characters Stegmutt and Dr. Fossil as well as the reboot versions of Darkwing and Gosalyn/Quiverwing, who I will be writing out the parts of myself.))

There's been a rash of computer components stolen across multiple parts of Saint Canard, with witnesses from every crime scene claiming to have been distracted by the sight of a giant figure stomping around just out of sight in the shadows, slipping away just before anyone can get on the scene and get a good enough look at it to see what it is. Those distractions had apparently been enough for an unseen party to slip in and grab the goods and then hightail it by the time anyone was looking again.

Honker working with WANDA manages to build up a solid hypothesis of what the unknown burglar may be attempting to build with the stolen parts and where they may strike next. Team Darkwing have a stakeout to catch the criminal(s) in the act. When something causes a ruckus outside, DW and LP go to confront the source while the kids stay behind to guard the module predicted to be the target.

While the adults end up confronting what they get just a good enough look at to identify as seemingly a bipedal stegosaurus before it runs off and loses them, someone unseen knocks out the kids with sleeping gas and has already made off with the module piece by the time they wake up. Darkwing, however, had planted a tracer on the module just in case. Honker, back at base, runs a GPS scan for the tracer and is shocked that it pings underground at the coordinates of the St. Canard Natural History Museum.

The team infiltrates the museum after hours, eventually finding the secret passage to an underground base and split up for clues. Gos and Honk end up finding a collection of artifacts, including one in the forefront held in a clear biohazard-marked container: a glowing blue piece of rock. Gosalyn immediately recognizes it as the missing piece of the Stone of What Was, one of numerous artifacts from FOWL's Library of Alexandria base that SHUSH failed to locate during the post-battle raid.

The two are caught by a large, talking bipetal stegosaurus. But as soon as he starts talking--both due to the familiar voice and the stegosaurus seemingly recognizing Honker and becoming awkward at seeing him there under these circumstances--Honker realizes that the anthropomorphic dinosaur is the museum custodian Mutt, whom he'd met a few months back during a visit with an elf friend from Duckburg. Upon being identified, Mutt claims that he goes by Stegmutt now, vaguely gesturing to his current form as the reason why.

A pterodactyl in a snug-fitting lab coat and relatively small square glasses appears behind Stegmutt, harshly chastising him for not locking away the intruders on the spot. Stegmutt, crumbling to the other dinosaur's authority, very reluctantly pushes the kids into a holding cell (virtually identical to the ones FOWL used in the Library of Alexandria) and locks them in with an apologetic look. Honker also recognizes the pterodactyl, as he was once the elderly chicken scientist named Dr. Barnabas Klykos, who corrects him by saying the Klykos is no more and identifying himself in dramatic fashion as Doctor Fossil. Both he and Stegmutt had apparently come in contact with the Stone Fragment of What Was while holding a piece of fossil; the latter accidentally and the former on purpose after seeing the effects.

Dr. Fossil proceeds to go into a big rant about how the scientific community scoffed at his dream of bringing humanity back to its prehistoric roots, yet he had everything he could've needed to make his vision a reality except a form of genetic bonding agent (The Stone Fragment of What Was, which he recently acquired on the black market from a former FOWL Egghead) and the proper relay antenna to broadcast the signal far and wide (just built from all the stolen parts). Just as he's boasting there's no one to stop him at this stage of his plan, cue the purple smoke bomb and an "I am the terror..." speech.

While the adults confront Dr. Fossil, Honker sympathetically reaches out Stegmutt, who he recognizes deep down doesn't really want any part in this. Stegmutt, however, feels he has no say in the matter, as Dr. Fossil seems to have convinced him he'll have nothing left outside of servitude to him, especially considering what he's now become. Honker, with Gosalyn quickly joining in, try to encourage him to find a better life for himself with people who respect him and his feelings, something that surprises and touches Stegmutt.

Dr. Fossil, however, quickly barks at him to come handle Darkwing and Launchpad, and Stegmutt quickly folds to his authority again. As he leaves to do that, Stegmutt looks back at the kids and assures them that, while Dr. Fossil maybe has been acting nuttier than usual lately, nobody's gonna get hurt too badly from this; people are just gonna become cool new prehistoric versions of themselves. But he's clearly trying to convince himself in the moment just as much.

As Stegmutt reluctantly fights back against the Masked Mallard and the pilot, Dr. Fossil rushes to the next room where his relay antenna is completed and carefully slots the Stone Fragment of What Was into its place before powering up the machine. Once the antenna powers up and connects to a satellite network above, random people all over are hit by the effects and start devolving into prehistoric versions of themselves.

The kids have a good view of what's happening from the vantage point of their holding cell, and Honker starts talking to Fossil as he runs his equipment over concerns that dinosaurs and such wouldn't exactly fit in with the current era. The mad scientist laughs it off by claiming that the current era is about at an end anyway. Humans are already priming their planet for an extinction-level event as it is with their various environmental crimes as deforestation and greenhouse gasses; the meteor scheduled to pass by will finish the job once the hacked satellite network draws it in.

Honker's horrified at what he spells out is Dr. Fossil's attempt to artificially generate a mass extinction-level event that'll kill off anyone that doesn't get affected by the devolution ray. Someone else is also horrified, as it turns out the fight between the two older ducks and the stegosaurus got close enough that Stegmutt heard everything. Stegmutt calls his mentor out on using him for such a cruel and genocidal scheme, but Dr. Fossil insults him back by saying the young janitor was clearly too stupid to see it for himself and that he has no life for himself away from him. Fossil also claims that it's too late to stop him anyway.

Feeling hurt and betrayed, Stegmutt challenges that notion by stepping aside to let DW and LP tackle him and then turns to smash the controls of the kids' holding cell with his tail, freeing them. Honker has just enough time to rush to the controls of the relay antenna to have the satellite network repel the meteor it had just latched onto and then reverse the effects of the outgoing devolution rays. Dr. Fossil is taken down, and SHUSH is called in to clean up.

While Darkwing and SHUSH works to accommodate for Stegmutt's living conditions, as he's effectively homeless due to Dr. Klykos having provided his apartment space (which probably wouldn't be able to accommodate a stegosaurus man anyway), the agency's scientists determine that while those affected by the ray could be returned to normal, physical contact with any part of the Stone of What Was resulted in what was (for the foreseeable future, as they were still studying the artifact) an essentially permanent transformation.

Team Darkwing comfort Stegmutt, who's feeling lost and unsure of his future now. Uplifted by their assurance that they'll help him find a place for himself, Stegmutt decides he wants to use his new dinosaur form for the greater good and help those in need. By the end of this adventure, there's a new hero in St. Canard. Stegmutt gets his superhero origin story, and Dr. Fossil gets jailtime.

[twistedtummies2]

The Price May Be Right - Number 20

Welcome to “The Price May Be Right!” I’m counting down My Top 31 Favorite Vincent Price Performances & Appearances! The countdown will cover movies, TV productions, and many more forms of media. Today we move into the Top 20 for this countdown! The time has come to focus on my choice for Number 20: Egghead, from the 60s Batman Series.

In recent years, the 1960s Batman TV Series – starring Adam West & Burt Ward as the Caped Crusader and the Boy Wonder – has been making a bit of a comeback. This pleases me, because I’ve always loved the series, but for many years, the show was treated in a very backhanded and dismissive manner: people believed it ruined the world of comics, since for a long time it was blamed for the perception of comics as silly kid’s stuff and campy nonsense. Ironically, with so many comics and their adaptations nowadays growing darker and more “edgy” as time has gone on, especially on DC’s side of the market, this has led to a resurgence of popularity with the goofiness of the Silly Sixties. The 60s Batman show featured many great villains from the comics, all portrayed excellently for the time (and sometimes for ALL time) by fine actors of the period. However, it also had its fair share of original villains made just for the series itself. Most of these characters – such as Shame, the Minstrel, and Zelda the Great – never really caught on or went anywhere. A few of these original villains, however, were pretty popular, and often proved to be antagonists just as effective as such famous rogues as the Joker or the Penguin. One of the most well-known of these original villains was Vincent Price’s memorable mastermind, Egghead. His true name unknown (which was the case for most of the villains in the show, to be fair), Egghead was a supervillain who claimed to be the second smartest man in the world. His intelligence was attributed to his unusually oversized and incredibly bald cranium, which was the cause of his alias. Garbed in a dapper cream-and-gold suit, he was one of the slickest sleazebags the Dynamic Duo ever faced. Egghead lived up to his name well: not only was Price’s dialogue littered with egg puns in just about every line, but the character apparently ate nothing but eggs and bacon, and used a variety of explosive gadgets hidden inside of eggshells. From tear gas grenades to pressure-based bombs, his egg-scruciating weapons were no yolk! Of course, he’d always be caught at the end of each story, proving that the life of an outlaw was not all it was cracked up to be. …I am SO sorry, I won’t make any more egg puns, I swear. XD Anywho…Vincent always claimed that playing Egghead was one of the most fun jobs he had, and the character remains iconic, as well as one of Price’s most lauded performances. My only issue with Egghead is that, as the show went on, it felt like the character went through a sort of de-evolution: in his first two-parter appearance, Egghead basically worked alone, barring the usual band of hired mooks and his personal biographer, Miss Bacon. However, later appearances teamed him up with another original villain – Olga, Queen of the Cossacks – and it often felt like the two stepped on each other’s toes. In some episodes, Olga seemed like little more than an overblown moll; in other episodes, it seemed like Egghead had gone from being a crafty crook in his own right to just becoming a bumbling stooge for the Queen of the Cossacks. Still, the character was fun no matter how smart he actually seemed. Fun fact: not so long before his sad departure, Adam West visited my hometown for our local ComicCon. I sadly did not get the opportunity to meet him, but a friend of mine did, and agreed to ask a question for me. They asked Adam West what it was like working with Vincent Price. West apparently answered: “Well, it was exactly what you would imagine it would be like, working with a man who loved his wine, loved his art, and loved his work. In that order.” How I wish I could have heard those golden words firsthand. Tomorrow, the countdown continues with Number 19!

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[lunawantsmurder]

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[kristophley]

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[monchursouls]

EDIT: I retract anything good I said about Banban in the text below, it’s terrible. The rest of the points are still relevant though.

Ok, I wasn’t gonna reblog this or anything, but then I saw the last addition about children’s horror. I knew for certain that one of these games didn’t deserve this slander, and I was curious about the rest. I decided to do a quick dive into the list to see how they actually were.

Having seen playthroughs of most of these games, there’s a few who don’t deserve that slander. CHIEF AMONG THEM IS BOOFIE’S BUNKER. DO NOT TALK SMACK ABOUT THAT GAME. The developer, Jayskibean, (YES THAT JAYSKIBEAN), put a lot of time and effort into that game to create something extremely polished and surprisingly complex. No, I’m not kidding.

Banban definitely looks like a rip-off, and I don’t know about anything to do with its future or it’s merchandising, but I’ll at least say that when it tries to be scary, it succeeds. The green thing on the title screen isn’t the main antagonist for the main game. Idk why I felt like mentioning it in particular other than that I’d seen it recently.

Leenie Boog was developed by one indie dev and is genuinely scary. It has a very well developed sense of plot and tension. The title and name of the villain are intentionally ironic considering how actually scary it is. It doesn’t deserve this slander.

Lamu is a good concept that executes its second act twist somewhat poorly. It is also tied into the lore of another ongoing series of games, although not directly or in any way more than a passing reference.

I’ll say this much for Big Larry, he looks much scarier in the game than in the screenshot. Other than that, the game barely features him until the final act chase scene. I can understand why that’s kid horror, but the game was made by an indie studio, and currently doesn’t feature any merchandise. The team is working currently on a separate project that looks very different (non-horror) and much better. I wish them luck.

Chimpy Chippas, from having seen a play through, is actually genuinely scary. Also, it’s scarier than it’s source material, which was an analog horror series. Is it perfect, no, but it’s not a top offender for this list.

Leading me to the game I knew nothing about: Egghead Gumpty. First of all, the team behind the game is the same one who made Garten of Banban, and it seems like they’re two brothers. They also don’t have any merch for their games, although their website lacks any information about Gumpty, which is a shame. Compared to Banban, Egghead Gumpty is leagues ahead. It is genuinely scary, catching you off guard with the fear of being watched and of the unknown. Its not perfect, but no game is. (And hey, it’s less glitchy than the new Pokémon games)

Overall, what I learned from this dive into these games is that none of them are entirely without scares, and that all of them have some redeeming qualities. Most of these games were made by indie devs who haven’t tried to capitalize on the market of childlike horror, at least to my knowledge. It may not seem like it nowadays, but there are people who understand the genres they’re trying to use and aren’t doing so maliciously. These are our people, smaller devs working on projects that either they believe in or will get them, and therefore their other projects, noticed.

TLDR: none of these games are offending titles, and all of them are worth at least some of your time. Especially BOOFIE’S Bunker.

Indie Horror Games That Look Fake As Shit But Are Totally Real

[eliimperio]

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[finrays]

You know, the more I think about it, the more things that bugged me about Forbidden West can be explained as “Well, the setting sells, but you gotta get rid of this woman-centric kumbaya nature-and-motherhood story” coming from On Corporate High.

Like, of all Aloy’s original allies, who’s the one single one that’s allowed to be at the finale? Erend. Big dude with a hammer. Much as I love him and want to hug him and think he’s basically an armored teddy bear? The dude is the most Standard Gamer Friendly of the bunch; a big loud white dude with a sicknasty weapon who likes to drink and fight and do other Manly Stuff. It’s really no wonder they downplayed his diplomatic skills and his ability to become thoughtful and introspective about things when you look at it in this light; those are “GIRLY” qualities and we don’t want them.

Ditto Aloy’s main quest lack of empathy and intelligence compared to her Zero Dawn self; don’t TELL me that the girl who calculated the number of days Lis was late to her meeting in years within three seconds of hearing them is like “your math about time is too confusing :C” to GAIA because I don’t believe it. She feels most in-character to me when you’re out on the fringes playing side quests that are completely optional, helping people. That’s the Aloy we know and love, complaining about the extra work she has to take on now, then holding a dying woman’s hand as she passes ten seconds later, just so she has some comfort as she goes. Our Lady of Perpetual Moral Obligation indeed.

The propping up of militarized elements of the setting. The reduced connection to Project Zero Dawn and the intellectual/brain-focused characters… Sylens is absent from most of the game and pretty much all of the experts and scientists we met last time are either touched upon and moved past or not addressed at all. We were given intense information about the military conflict in the Mojave that results from 2030s attempts to grapple with climate change-caused disasters... but almost nothing about the relevant Claw-Back period that followed, where humanity united behind its Big Thinkers and managed to pull the biosphere out of the fire; again, it’s all wrapped around easily missable collectables and datapoints, which seems odd for such a fundamental part of the setting..

And god help me, if I ever meet Ben McCaw in real life I’m going to personally kick his ass one time for each “egghead” he put into the script.

The reduction in importance and screen time for our returning female characters; Vanasha, Talanah and Petra are all “in there,” but for extremely short, missable portions of the story and optional quests. Lip service in the extreme. We have fewer returning male characters but for the most part, they get a more robust feature (and in Varl’s case they get shafted lol, another thing I’m gonna kick Ben McCaw’s ass for). This even goes as far as the dead characters for fuck’s sake. Similarly, we ostensibly have LGBT rep too but again, in missable dialogue or optional quests.

The increased importance of gameplay and technological elements over story elements in terms of the marketing of the game should have kinda been a tip-off I guess… but it was COVID and we needed something bright to get us through that shit.

And it kind of makes sense, if you think about it; in the lore (again, fuck you McCaw, I’m gonna kick your ass if I ever see you) based arms of the fandom I’ve been hanging out in, so much of what made the first game special to us was the touchy-feely elements; the focus on hope and family, the way Aloy is allowed to be gentle and compassionate along with unyielding and strong, the building of cultures and belief systems that went beyond just combat… the multiple tribes pulling together to defend their world…

The second game is given over to the highly militaristic Tenakth, who supposedly have three separate clans, all of which are only minimally distinguished from each other. The peaceful and expressive Utaru and the studious and poised Quen are touched upon only briefly and then the FIGHTY GUYS come in and dominate the rest of the game. There’s nothing really like the gathering of allies at Meridian from endgame of Zero Dawn; it’s all Tenakth, babey.

Basically? It’s a turn toward marketability toward the “majority gamer population of Angry Young Men,” which causes the rest of the game to kind of suffer in comparison. We’ve talked about the shoddy characterization in spades but it goes beyond just that. The script isn’t just simplified, it’s broken in ways that destroy immersion. If you skip scanning datapoints and/or talking to Tilda at the Base or at her mansion, that “I loved Elisabet more than you could possibly know” comes completely out of left field, just as one example. In fact, the Immortal Zeniths twist got blown completely for me because I was playing with subtitles, and Tilda is listed as Tilda onscreen just minutes after I listened to an audio recording of her taken in 2065. Awks extreme, Ben. That’s a paddlin’.

Listen, all I’m saying is, when adding Immortal Billionaires from Space isn’t enough to make your game risky, there’s a problem.

TLDR, money talks, money squashes individuality, we should have known better, but can hardly be blamed for expecting the same quality as the original in the sequel lol. That’s on Ben.

Have I mentioned I’m gonna kick his ass?

[eggheadmarketers]

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[risingshine]

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"Oh, that? Some eggheads determined that there are more people who are capable of magic than there are spellcasters - like, a lot more. So the goverment created these bootcamps to get first responders up to casting spells - specifically casting tiny spells that aren't taxing, like 'stabilize' or whatever it'd be called.

Only if you show capability for higher level spells do you go for extra training. Any people who can already cast spells who enter the force are put through it too in order to get a license to use magic in a emergency setting."

"Have I told you about Tory? The goblin merchant at the farmer's market? She supplies 'tonics' that supposedly taste better and work faster than normal potions. I wonder if she'd be interested in supplying your hospital...but she is only one woman. What is this about a medi-magic boot camp?"