#gilly tinker

[rarelysimming]

Gilly Tinker Looks

"you don't have to wear that dress tonight."

[revelisms]

Little Numbers

Jinx has a lot of things she doesn't like—and, mainly, she doesn't like thunderstorms. Silco, slowly, is learning how to navigate that.

Rating: G | WC: 1.5k | Oneshot A lil' semi-sweet morsel of a character study, set early after Act 1. Features Jinx brainstorming a new invention, talking about her and Vi's papa, and asking Silco about his past. Silco is still figuring out how to be a Dad™️. Full story below and on AO3

They've something of a routine, in this.

He's come to expect it, over the months; on days like these, most of all. Past a spider-spiral of jade glass, glossed with gold, brews a storm: the rains speckling off the windows and battering over the roofs, a haze of gloom laid about their streets, like an old god stirred from the tides. It rakes its claws off every storefront and tile; leaves its footprints in polluted pools on the cobbles, with each howling stagger through the Lanes. It skews his office to gray tones, and ripples the walls with water-shadow.

A kindred spirit, in its own way. A comfort. But not for her.

The child dislikes the rain—much as she dislikes sunlight or the color lemon or the feeling of water in one's boots. Those menial things, though, can be corrected: a change of environment, new paints, fresh clothes. Contrary to the superstitions of those paid by his coin, however, he cannot control the weather. 

A storm will oft send the girl into a reclusive fit. Ill associations, perhaps. He knows, best of all of them, that memory's a wry devil. With a sorceress's charm, she weaves sensation into the most stubborn edges of one's nerves; she steals things that were once cherished, and tarnishes their taste to rot; she encases, cages, and gnaws at the mind. 

In his case, the work and the drink and the walks through the night's chill do enough to abide her. 

Jinx—as she is now asking to be called—is still finding her ways.

On the rare, rain-drenched instances she will emerge from her den, brave the firecracker of the thunder to peel up the bar's varnish-slick steps, he's learned to find her here: her quiet tinkerings echoing from the underbelly of his desk, her small head at his knee, a gargoyled hunch in the cave-cover it provides. 

He tends to think of the girl in feline terms: a spatting kitten clawing up the curtains. On these days, she's more akin to a pup at his feet—one he has to remind himself is there.

He shifts in his chair, pen in hand. She's brought a closet's worth of crafting supplies with her: papers, pens, metal parts, screws. His own work, housed in a series of reports, is similarly cluttered: steel mills, imports, distilleries, bullets. Cogs and wheels of his own toolbox.

"I see you're...working on something new." Rain smatters; his pen scratches. At his knee, the girl rifles through a set of oil-crayons. "Another invention of yours?" he wonders slowly, slicing the quill into three sharp lines. 

1-5-7. 

A code for Sevika: a blessing in order, with a red string. The mills were up thirty percent from the last quarter, but their chief of operations was getting skittish. Not all saw the promise in supplying disputes across the water. 

He could bend their workers' ears, differently.

A small, paint-spackled hand twists around the front of his desk. With it, a splatting page. 

The girl has her own codes, he's found. Music or mantras or poems, when the words won't seem to come to her. A color palette of emotions, when she isn't quite sure how to box them in, herself. He's picked up enough on their patterns. Blue means happy; yellow, sad; green, nervous.

She retreats her hand, quickly. In silence, he muddles over what he's left with.

No talking today, it seems.

Scrawled on the page: a flash of neon-pink. 

Her penmanship spears through the paper, jagged lettering and punctuated swirls. It has a touch of carnivalesque charm about it. Bold, vibrant, uneven.

Gilby — Gilbert — Gilly?  Like a smokie bear-BOOM! He's gonna be pink and red. See?

Underneath, she's drawn a ghoulish rendition of what appears to be a pipe bomb, with extra wires atop the head and a set of welded ears. The face wears the signature scowl she so seems to favor. Scribbled along the sides sit two claw-tipped paws.

Curiously, Silco cocks his head. She's gone so far as to outline the very chemistry she intends to use to stage the explosive. A viper-sharp mind in that little head of hers.

He hums. His pen scratches in a quiet response. A line jetted through smokie—above it, a thin respelling. Beside her drawing, he leaves notes of his own, in his sliced, sloping script.

Lovely colors. Consider a chlorate mixture — will better suit the size.

He slides the page back towards the edge of his desk, and returns to his reports. A thin set of fingers tiptoes over the varnish: slips the paper back out of sight. 

Another rumble of thunder bleeds through the streets. His pen sweeps down a second sheet. Not a moment after, he finds his work again interrupted. A series of stars have been added across her page.

Sawdust or sugar? Why is it better? How did you learn about chemistry?

Silco leans into one elbow, with a low breath. He has half a mind to send his reports to the girl; see if her sharpness for equations extends to analytics. 

Instead, his thumb slips her candy-colored questions farther over his wall of numbers, careful to avoid smudging her work. A gust of wind batters the rain against the windows. Beneath his desk, an incessant tick-ticking of metal. He scratches in his responses, lamplight glimmering on still-wet ink.

Sawdust. This design will have a greater reliance on pressure than combustion. From working the tunnels, then the doctor, then the tutors he knew of.

And so their routine begins: a question to a response, a response to a question. With each tradeoff, another smattering of doodles appears—some pink, some blue, some black.

Did you like school?

She's drawn a small galaxy, now, complete with star-shine and moons. He does his best to write around them: neat boxes of black lettering.

What I could get of it, under the company allowances. They hadn't much care for an educated workforce.

The company hadn't much care for anything, beyond bodies sloughing through that black earth, doing as they were told. Huddled in the barracks, his lamp tucked beneath his sheets, he used to read stolen books cover-to-cover and back again: histories, economics, folktales.

What was your favorite part? Literature.

The girl scribbles a violent response, to that. He lifts his brows, patiently, fingers laced. Gives a dull huff to the slash of pink she slides before him.

UGH!! Borrring! Did you ever write anything? Boring for you. Started with union pamphlets. Some essays stuck in the press.

A light thwunk of her boot hits the floor. 

What about geology? I like geology. What's your favorite rocks? Consequence of the trade, less than like it. Minerals, not rocks. Covellite, jasper, bloodstone.

Each mineral hosts their own illustrations, by the time she turns the sheet back to him: a blue comet, a red heart, a green hand.

What were the mines like?

His pen idles on the page. 

"Am I to answer that in stanza, or in a speech?" he muses, dryly. 

Beneath his desk, a small sound, like an animal stifling a hiccup. After a moment, Jinx speaks. "Papa worked in the mines."

She hardly ever mentions her parents. When she does, it is with the same veneration that she speaks of her sister: like something too far gone to touch; something feared and worshipped, in turns.  

Silco thinks of his own father, nigh-nonexistent father, with a lineage stripped from him since birth, and feels his nail bite into his thumb. 

He thinks of Vander, for a short, vile moment—and then he doesn't.

"Then you know of it, enough," he mutters, regathering himself.

A feather-light touch toys at the clasps of his boot. "Papa hated them." 

He is back in them, briefly. Back in that hellish chill, dry as death; in the red-lamped glow signposting ten-meter intervals in the pitch; in the feel of the rock at his back, a crawlspace of a work path, ore and diamonds rattling in his carts; the smell of sulphur and sweat and dust in his lungs, thick as sludge in his throat. 

His pen twitches.

"Most the lot of us did, child," he says, far quieter than he intends, "and most hadn't a choice." 

Jinx says nothing to that, for a long moment. She makes no move to retrieve her sheet, either. But he feels her shift: a firmer pressure at his knee, her tinkerings forgotten. 

He lingers over her drawings. 

Pink. The color of her shame and anger.

Silco drags his thumb against the ridges of his fingertips, worries over the hard calluses the years of that labor had left: scar tissue too deep to fade. In the silence, his reports tether back his attention. Still, Jinx sits. 

He marks three sharp lines: another code for his right-hand. A gloss of green light begins to break through the gray. "These wretched things in life," he finds himself murmuring, "we all must endure. But we are stronger, for having endured them." His other hand loosens from his temple, finds the soft crown of the girl's head, and rests there. "Remember that."

Jinx draws in a small breath, picking at a piece of tin. 

For minutes, she doesn't say a word. Then, quietly: "Okay."

The rains lighten. He returns to his work, leafing through new proposals and policy drafts. 

At his feet, the child scribbles. 

Pink and blue, and pink and blue.

[interdimensionalburnout]

>> [Your cookies arrive nearby! 24 nearly midnight-colored chocolate chip-style cookies with swirls, chunks, /and/ frosting of complementing chocolate types all crammed in/onto the intensely sugary snacks. A rather large glowing purple feather drifts down beside with a star-shaped sticky note labeling it a 'Complimentary Fix-It Feather: For emergencies, preferably, and for the receiver's hands only.']

>>The afternoon's been spent dicking around in the engine room, tinkering with the bizarre fuel system someone modded into your already dangerous artifact drive, when Gilly -the ship's navigational AI- alerts you to a sudden... "thing," appearing in the mess. You draw up to the "Mess Hall" of the Spaniel, which is a generous title for a kitchenette that would feel cramped in a one-bedroom apartment, and find the cookies in their container. The scents of sugar and chocolate and frosting hits you instantly, even through your chemically burned-out sense of smell, and you practically slam into the counter to grab one. Gilly's stifled laughter echoes through ship as you fail to suppress a moan at the taste of homemade chocolate cookies, but you don't really care- you haven't had one of Mads cookies in a LONG time, and they've only gotten better at their craft since then.

>>You pop a second cookie, and slide the rest of them into an air-tight container in cabinet (nearly everything has to be in a labeled container, one that snap-locks to the cabinet floor in case of "evasive action."), while you twirl the feather in your hand. "Yeah", you think to yourself, "I need a fraction of what Mads has going for them." Your expression darkens a bit, as a place in your mind suggests that you should really clean up the messes that you're still able to, first; and while you CAN'T disagree, you CAN placate that rational bastard inside of you with two more of Mads' masterwork cookies.

>>Pulling the neck of your shirt out, you stick the feather down your shirt, where it vanishes into your digital inventory, and stride out of the mess, wishing that fixing relationships was as easy as applying a Feather. You've learned the dangers of trying a quick-fix on people, though, so you just pull out your comm and type:

HOLY FRIGGIN CRAP, MADS, your cookie game is unreal. I mean, your baking skills are unparalleled, sure, but you can practically taste the love of the craft in these. Incredible. I can't wait to try these with milk later.

[s10127470]

Cartoon Idea: Scooby-Doo: Mystic Mayhem

This is an idea I've had for a few years now. I've seen a lot of people do their own takes on Scooby-Doo. And since I've been a massive fan of the franchise since I was a little kid, I figured it was my time to finally give my take on this classic franchise.

As you could tell by the title of this post, the name for this series would be called....

Scooby-Doo: Mystic Mayhem!

In this new iteration of the Scooby-Doo franchise, the Mystery Inc. Gang now work for a secret organization known as "Special Covert Organization of Otherworldly Beings", or S.C.O.OB. for short, founded by the Blue Falcon and Dynomutt.

The organization specializes in dealing with supernatural phenomenons from all over the world.

Yep! In this series, the monsters are gonna be real!

I know that this isn't a new thing, there have been plenty of Scooby-Doo media where the supernatural threats are actually real and not some phony in a mask. But this would be the first series that would actually put much greater emphasis on the supernatural being real.

The series will also have a much greater emphasis on action, since the Mystery Gang will all have powers!

Yep, we're going Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on this bitch!

I mean, it shouldn't that surprising though since this show also has a much greater focus on mystical elements than most of its previous iterations.

Perhaps the most important thing to note for this series is the cast. This series will have a pretty huge main cast since this series will be one big Hanna-Barbera crossover.

Of course we already have the Mystery Inc Gang, plus Blue Falcon and Dynomutt, but the rest of S.C.O.O.B. consists of The Neptunes (from Jabberjaw), The Funky Phantom Crew, The Teen Angels (from Captain Caveman), The Speed Buggs (from Speed Buggy), The Sundance Kids (from Butch Cassidy and Sundance Kids), The Ghost Chasers (from Goober and the Ghost Chasers), The Club Club, Penelope Pitstop (from Wacky Races), and The Quest Family (from Jonny Quest).

Not only would it be interesting to have such a big main cast of characters (especially in regards to lesser-known characters) but it would have a lot of potential for interesting dynamics and relationships.

Essentially every episode will focus on a different group of the teenage mystery solvers, though one thing would remain consistent among each group is that Scooby and Shaggy are a part of it.

Mr. Socrates would be an android, instead of a computer like in the original Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kids. That way, he could travel with the group if needed.

Vincent Van Ghoul will be the team’s mysterious mentor, and he’ll help them out in a pinch.

Dr. Benton C. Quest and Race Bannon will be the gadgeteer geniuses that will usually create different kinds of gadgets that will help the teens on their missions.

Also the duo will be a gay married couple because....well, you can't tell me that none of you guys ever thought these weren't together.

Scrappy-Doo will also be featured in the series as major character. If Dragon Ball Super: Broly has taught us anything, it's that a bad character can be rewritten in something much better through the right lenses. And besides, I think we all owe Scrappy an apology, especially after the existence of the show that shall not be named, which made everyone collectively realize.

"Perhaps we treated him too harshly....."

The series will also feature some various new and unique romantic relationships between the teenage mystery solvers.

The ones that involve the Mystery Inc Gang would include Fred/Tinker, Daphne/Gilly, Velma/April, and Shaggy/Dee Dee.

As for the Mystery Inc Gang themselves, let's talk about them real quick and what they can do.

The gang have been lifelong best friends, who have been solving mysteries together since they were little kids.

Their personalities are also the same as before.

Fred is the strategic, lovable himbo leader.

Daphne is the fashionable, crafty and enthusiastic muscle.

Velma is the cute and friendly, but somewhat snarky brains.

Shaggy is the cowardly and laid-back slacker jack-of-all-trades.

And Scooby is still a good boy and the heart of the team.

As for their powers and abilities....

Fred is the strategic mastermind and possesses the power of magnetism.

Daphne is skilled in marital arts and possesses superhuman physicality. She also has energy projection, which she can use to enhance the power of her attacks.

Velma possesses the ability to pinpoint the weak spot of a foe and potential probability advantages and fights using a laser gun.

Shaggy possesses superhuman speed, agility, reflexes and a special sixth sense that allows him to detect danger.

And Scooby can shape-shift into anything he can think of.

Granted, I haven't thought of the origins of their powers yet, but I wanted the powers to reflect something about each members.

Fred's magnetism to reflect his expertise in traps.

Daphne's superhuman physicality and energy projection to reflect her role as a physical fighter.

Velma's pinpointing to reflect her clue finding expertise.

Shaggy's superhuman speed to reflect his role as a school athlete (plus his God-like nature).

And Scooby's shape-shifting to reflect his usual shtick of using various disguises.

As for their voice actors, they will all be reprised by all their long-standing voice actors.

Frank Welker as Fred, Grey Griffin as Daphne, Kate Micucci as Velma, and Matthew Lillard as Shaggy.

The only exception would be Scooby, who would be voiced by previous voice actor Scott Innes, who will be pulling double duty as the returning voice of Scrappy as well.

Before we wrap this up, I do want briefly bring up the world-building.

Mystic Mayhem will essentially be like a spiritual successor to DuckTales (2017), taking elements from various iterations of the Scooby-Doo franchise and bringing them into this universe.

Many of the monsters and supernatural threats will be pulled from previous iterations.

From the cartoons, the comics, the video games, and the movie.

They'll also be plenty of characters pulled from previous iterations as well.

The Hex Girls, Scooby-Dum, Sheriff Stone, Dr. Phineus Phibes, Ben Ravencroft, Crystal and Amber, the parents of the Gang from both A Pup Named Scooby-Doo and Mystery Incorporated, and of course.....

As for the world of this series, it'll be a retro-futuristic version of our own.

Basically imagine the future from Futurama and you've basically got the world of Mystic Mayhem.

This is not only because the cast of Jabberjaw are gonna be featured, and in the original series, they do come from the year 2076, but it's also because this will feature the appearances of various Hanna-Barbera characters, who all exist in this world together.

These would include the likes of The Flintstones, The Jetsons, Yogi Bear, Huckleberry Hound, Snagglepuss, Augie and Doggie Daddy, Top Cat, Quick Draw McGraw, Wally Gator, Snooper and Blabber, Secret Squirrel, Tom and Jerry, Jeannie and Babu, Space Ghost, Shazzan, Frankenstein Jr., Mightor, The Banana Splits, Birdman, Hong Kong Phooey, and as Lord Farquaad would say....

"And so on and so forth...."

They'll also be appears from various DC characters like Batman (obviously) and The Teen Titans.

Cartoon Network will even get into the mix with appearances from Dexter, Cow and Chicken, The Powerpuff Girls, The Eds, Billy and Mandy, Ben Tennyson, and of course....

Well that's all for now!

I was heavily inspired to do this post by this one right here:

I'm definitely planning on covering the other mystery-solving teens.

I hoped you guys liked it and if you have any ideas for this series, just let me know!

[gobbie-boom]

Gillyfix Shortstep

| Plainsfolk Lalafell Goblin | ~15 years old | Gobbiepeddler | Lore Posts

Upon arriving several years after the Sharlayan Exodus, the gobbieflock that would come to be known as the Idyllshire Flock found a young Lalafell among the ruins of New Sharlayan. They adopted him immediately, naming him Gillyfix Shortstep and raising him as one of their own.

Between the knowledge left behind during the exodus and the worldy wisdom of the goblins, Gilly grew into a veritable genius--when it came to things he was interested in, anyway, like tinkering. He still tends to be naive and excitable, but there are some things only time and experience can teach.

Recently, Gillyfix has left Idyllshire on his own for the first time, to see the world and peddle his wares--shininess guaranteed, if not value. Accompanied by his loyal raptor Fiver, Gilly can only dream of the adventures awaiting him out in the big, wide world.

Notable Relationships

🧙‍♀️ Matoya - the primary reason Gilly managed to survive long enough to be adopted by the goblins. She was the one who originally found him in the ruins, but he refused to leave. After discovering firsthand how sharp young Gilly's teeth were, Matoya kept him at staff's length during consequent visits to check up on him. Gilly calls her "Granny," and she always tries (in vain) to get him to use her name instead.

Theme: On My Way - Phil Collins

[hissi-oil]

OOH oh oh oh been tinkering about with code ....! and gallery categories... perhaps.... hmmm. thank you @gilly-theusul for the image i am using as the background right now, so fun looking at it while nudging little items around ~!

[veryrealimagination]

Comfortember Day 13 - Baking

William barely side-eyed the door when he saw Llewellyn walk in. A tote hanging from his arm and the apron that he kept after his stay with the Mennonites, he strode across the room and set the tote down. “Is anyone currently using the kitchen?” he inquired, bouncing a little bit.

He raised an eyebrow. “No, but Julia nor Susannah have woken up yet and I only made breakfast for myself,” he said.

Tilting his head, he nodded, “I will make something for her if she inquires.”

William didn’t want to know what the young man was planning. “You will also clean up?” he questioned, and reminded. He nodded quickly. “Go ahead and bake.” Excited, he took off his jacket and hung it below Julia’s before putting on the apron and heading with his tote.

The sounds coming from the corner were louder than any of his work on inventions, and he wondered if he ever sounded like that while he had been tinkering in the old room. At least he was happy with this. Everything concerning Jack, Milo, his departure from ~safety~ Station House Four, and stories about his ‘adventures’ going between Canada and the United States, it made William check his hairline every day for white hairs.

The idea of gray hair went out the door after James Gillies almost stole him a second time.

After a half-hour, his tea was gone and he thought about getting another cup when a steaming pot appeared by his hand. Looking up, Llewellyn had brought out two more cups. And gotten something white in his hair. Perhaps flour, baking powder, or powdered sugar. He was quite fond of throwing the last one on cakes with much zealous motions. “I have to let the dough sit for ten minutes,” he informed, “And I could hear her moving about.”

Oh? He wasn’t that caught up in the science journals that he didn’t hear his wife getting up and moving about. Pouring the tea, he saw him disappear for the cream and sugar. Julia emerged just after that. “Good morning, William,” she said, sitting down at the table and accepting hers. It took a second to realize the third cup. “We have company?”

“An interloper, actually,” Llewellyn self mocked, setting down the last two things. He took the third cup and added his usual mix in. “I wanted to bake something.”

“I see,” she smiled, poking at the white in his hair. He moved out of the way, but she still batted some of it out. “Bread or pastry?”

He brightened. “Both, but the pastry is what I really came over to bake. One of the chefs I’ve met at the poetry readings found a very old recipe for something called honey cakes. I traded one of the bread recipes I picked up from an old man that needed help weeding his yard.” A large chunk of his tea was downed when his body craved liquid. “There is also one of those quick breads with rosemary and garlic. I mixed that quick and have it baking already.”

“Excellent,” Julia said, “I can poach some eggs to go with it. Have you had anything to eat?” Llewellyn looked back down at his cup, now already empty, then back up and shook his head. “Good. We can talk about the recent readings while William watches in amusement.”

“We’re also going to need another pot of tea if you’re talking,” he noticed, before turning to the young man, “Double brew the first leaves. I believe there’s a second round in them.”

“Yes, William,” he mumbled, taking the pot with him after emptying the last of the current liquid.

[worfs-glorious-hair]

[Human] Druid!Tav (Tav; they/them) would toy around with their magic, conjuring little leaves and colorful lights and letting them dance in their palm, they would also conjure the tiniest sparks of lightning and let it sizzle in the air (call lightning is their most beloved spell) and they would curl a lock of hair around their finger

[Half-Orc] Bard!Tav (Sunna; she/her) would tune her instruments, pluck some cords and would do some sick breakdance moves (similar to Karlach) and would blow her companions kisses. And she would so some shimmies

[Gold Dwarf] Paladin!Tav (Gilly; She/Her) would polish a non-existent stain on her breast plate, she would do a Wonder Woman hero pose and/or the Superman pose with the fist towards the sky and she would lay on the ground, arms crossed under her head and would count clouds in the sky. And she would repair something, like a boot or a shield. She would just tinker around, keeping her hands and fingers busy

If your Tav had idle animations like the companions do, what would they be?

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Counterfeit Engraving Outfit Seized By Toronto Police,” Toronto Star. November 17, 1932. Page 3. ---- In raiding a Dovercourt Rd. house yesterday afternoon, Detective-Sergts. Harold Waterhouse and Fred Storm, with Sergt. Robinson of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, seized a counterfeit engraving set, which they described as ‘the most complete outfit’ seized by police in years. The alleged owner and engraver of the $5 and $10 plates by which Imperial Bank bills were to be reproduced, Herbert Cullen, 42, was arrested and taken to West Dundas St. station, where he was held overnight, bail being set at $10,000. Cullen’s arrest yesterday was the sequel to the capture of an alleged counterfeiting gang in Kitchener last Tuesday by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Joseph Weyman, his brother Frank, Louis Bolitsky and Beatrice Gillis, the arrested parties, are alleged to have paid Cullen $276 for the plates manufactured form the counterfeiting outfit shown above. It is composed of a complete photographic outfit, with presses, dyes, acids, and powerful 2,000-watt lamps. It was all removed from the Dovercourt Rd. address and taken to detective headquarters.

“Counterfeiting Tools In Cellar, Say Police,” Toronto Star. November 17, 1932. Page 2. ---- H. Cullen, Jobless Engraver, Arrested Yesterday Remanded on $10,000 Bail ---- Herbert Cullen, 42, jobless engraver living on Dovercourt Rd., who was charged with counterfeting when his home was raised yesterday by Detectives Waterhouse and Storm and Sergeant Donald Robinson of the R.C.M.P. was remanded until Nov. 24 in police court today. Bail was set at $10,000.

His arrest came as a sequel to that of three men and one women in Kitchener on Tuesday. They are alleged to have had in their possession a copper plate for reproducing $10 Imprial Bank notes.

In Cullen’s cellar police report they found six tanks of acid, a 2,000-watt flashlight, an engraving camera, plates, engraving machinery, tools and two red lights for developing.

Cullen is alleged to have confessed that he was working for a gang in Kitchener. The arrest was made following a tip from Kitchener.

Many Bills in Circulation Many complaints have been received in the past six months from Kitchener to Windsor about the plague of counterfeit bills which have been circulating.

In the police raid led by the Mounted police in Kitchener, Tuesday night, Joe Weyman, his brother, Frank, of Waterloo, Louis Bolitsky, and a woman, Beatrice Gillris of Kitchener, were arrested on charge of having counterfeit plates in their possession. The plates, it is alleged, were to reproduce $5 and $10 Imperial Bank bills and had been made by an engraver living in Toronto. The arrested parties appeared in police court yesterday and were remanded in custody until November 23.

‘That’s all,’ said Magistrate Arthur Tinker in early men’s court to-day, as the last of four ‘drunks’ left the dock. The quartet of inebriates were the only men to face the magistrate.

John Murphy had been here before on drunken charges, and was accordingly fined $50 or two months.

Henry Hull and Johan Enyblon were adjudged to be ‘not quite sober yet’ and were ordered to remain in custody until to-morrow for their hearing. The latter laughed uproariously when asked if he pleaded guilty to being drunk.

The fourth man was a first offender and was remanded for sentence.

Clarence Bowen was charged with doing malicious damage. He asked that the case be adjourned. One of his eyes was not on looking terms with the other and he opened his mouth and pointed to where there were two teeth missing.

‘He wants to lay charges of assault against someone,’ said Crown Attorney Malone.

The case was adjourned until November 24.

Harry McIntyre, wearing a stylish brown suit and carrying a wooly overcoat on his arm, pleaded guilty to the theft of a white gold wristwatch.

‘He pawned the watch for $10 but has made restitution,’ said Mr. Malone.

After being asked to pay $3 court charge, accused was put on suspended sentence and probation for 6 months.

Walker Symons was jailed for 14 days for the theft of a  bicycle.

Charged with causing bodily injury, H. B. Eaton was remanded until December 22.

A charge against Bert Eskou of theft was withdrawn when two counsels told Magistrate Browne that it was a partnership matter.

Had Burglar Tools Is Charge Charged with having burglar’s tools, Max Walsh, Jose Dorenzio, Mike Pacello and Nathan Tusher were remanded until November 24.

Three of them went into custody and Tusher’s bail was fixed at $1,000.

Robert Bennett pleaded not guilty to a charge of receiving five fur coats and reserved election.

The coats which he is alleged to have received were stolen by Jack Conson from Harold Benson’s fur store. Conson was last week sentenced to one year definite and six months indeterminate in the Ontario reformatory.

Conson testified that he had sold the stolen coats to Mr. Bennett personally for $150. Benson claimed that the coats were worth $1,500.

Magistrate Bornw said he had heard sufficient evidence and committed Bennett for trial.

Arthur Russell and Harry Browne were charged with the theft of $5 worth of lumber. The owner said that it was one think and 12 inches wide.

‘Oh, slats,’ said Mr. Malone. ‘No,’ replied the owner.

‘Well, joists,’ pursued the crown. ‘No,’ was the answer.

‘Don’t listen to Mr. Malone,’ Magistrate Browne told the witness, ‘he doesn’t know anything about the lumber business.’

When it was learned that the lumber had been returned the boys were allowed to go and the charge was withdrawn.

Three charge of false pretences were preferred against Reginald Ames.

[gillysims]

Cousin Tinker is here!

[libertasrpg]

We welcome Vidia Anluan to the city. She’s 24 years old and is an athlete and private personal trainer. Vid is often mistaken for Elizabeth Gillies. She’s open.

→ Background Information

In every year at school, Vidia was always the fastest on sports day. She took to training well and all her gym teachers immediately took a liking to her. It was destined that she’d go on to be a successful athlete, competing for state and sometimes national teams. Her parents couldn’t be prouder. The sports world made Vidia incredibly harsh though. As a child, she had been incredibly fun-loving and was actually quite popular among the other sporty students. Training to be an athlete though forced her to be ruthless. It was trained into her that you can’t trust anyone and you have to put yourself first.

→ Living Situation

Ideally Vidia will have been able to live alone. She’s smart though and knows that her funds can’t last forever. So to save money, she decided to move in with someone. This is how she ended up sharing with Sol Eun-ha, or Han as she’s started to go by. It’s a bit weird, obviously. They both have very different visions for how the space should be decorated. This does infuriate Vid a bit. She’s incredibly stubborn and likes to get her own way. So Vidia makes the most of her own personal space. It’s all decorated in deep purple’s and red’s. As an extra way to make ends meet and keep her funds topped up, Vidia works as a private personal trainer. She had the option to join the gym but her worst nightmare would be having to go to work with a bunch of male gym buffs who think they’re the next best thing since sliced bread. 

→ Relocation Explanation

There’s only so much attitude that the sport industry will take. Most people tended to appreciate her sharp sense of humour. As she started to rely on drugs more and more, it made her a nastier and nastier person. Eventually her manager cut ties with her. Slowly, others began to brush her off too. Everything came crumbling down around her before she knew it. It soon became clear that Vidia needed a new start. So when she heard about Libertas, she figured that was her opportunity,

→ Her Personality

Vidia is the kind of person who would tell you exactly how she felt about you if you asked, regardless of whether it was nasty or nice. She see’s importance in being honest. Though some people say she is far too brutally honest than necessary. This sheer level of confidence can come in handy when you’re friends with Vidia. She is fiercely loyal and protective of those that she cares about. When it comes to those she doesn’t like though, Vidia couldn’t care less. She loves coming up with sarcastic digs. Her humour is incredibly sharp, and she’s incredibly quick-witted. Her come backs are almost instant.

→ Her Qualities

Bold, sassy, brave, loyal

Jealous, short-tempered, arrogant

→ Her Relationships

Sol Eun-ha (Roommate & Friend): Having never met before, the first couple of weeks in the house were a bit weird for Vid and Han. They’re slowly learning how to be around each other though, and Vidia is learning so much from Han. She’s really teaching her how to become a nicer person over time. It’s really been down to Han that Vidia is started to get her life together a little bit more.

Zarina Bellamy (Acquaintance): One of the first things Vidia did after relocating was scoping out the best and easiest dealer in town. When Vidia heard about a woman dealer, she knew they were the one for her. As living with Han has turned her life around though, Vidia started buying less and less. While she had a brief friendship with Zarina before, Vidia figured it was probably best to cut that off. She still ends up seeing Zarina around though, despite not buying as often anymore. 

Fawn Hawk (Acquaintance): Fawn was the first of Han’s friends that Vidia met. For someone who’s never really been one for friends, Fawn was the easiest person for Vidia to begin with. Vid appreciated the girl’s tomboyish nature. She could tell that Fawn wasn’t as interested in her sporting past as she made out to be, but she appreciate the girl trying so that at least they had something to bond over.

→ Possible Connections

Rosetta Linden & Iridessa Lyte (Acquaintance): Vidia is still adjusting to Han’s friendship group. They’re all so different to anyone she’s ever met before. They are slowly changing her for the better but it’s a very slow progress. Vidia wouldn’t go as far as saying they’re her friends, but she doesn’t have an issue with having to go over and chat to them anymore. 

Bryoni Tinker (Frenemy): Uptight prissy blonde’s are potentially Vidia’s least favorite kind of person in the world and Bryoni is exactly all of that. They end up crossing the paths a lot in the city, especially so now that she’s starting to befriend some of Han’s group. Vidia hopes the blonde doesn’t stick around for long though. She only just managed to start adjusting to the likes of Rosetta and Iridessa.

Perrie Van Winkel (Acquaintance): Perrie and Vidia first crossed paths before Perrie came to her for training. Also a sportsperson, Vidia decided to give the woman a chance. She is blonde and a bit prissy - Normally everything that would make Vidia dislike someone. But their shared interest and mutual respect for each other are the only reason Vidia doesn’t make snide remarks at every given oppurtunity.

Vid is based on Vidia the fast flying fairy from the Tinker Bell Franchise.

[rarelysimming]

Gilly Tinker (Baby 11)

she/her, asexual

Traits: Adventurous, Art Lover, Snob, Quick Learner, Top Notch Infant, Top Notch Toddler, High Self-Esteem, Responsible, Graduated with Honors Aspiration: Spellcraft & Sorcery Donor: Yasemin Tinker Career: Engineer

[madamebaggio]

Notes: Previously....

I wasn’t planning on updating this anytime soon, but... I don’t know, I felt inspired. I hope you like it.

***

Chapter 5

“It sounds fair to me.” Arthur said, clearly proud of his own idea.

“How?” Arya demanded.

“We’re asking the same thing of each other.” He pointed out.

“No. I’m asking you to show my sister a good -platonic- time. Are you asking the same?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’d never ask you to snog someone against your will.”

She narrowed her eyes. “So what?”

Arthur shrugged. “Just hang out with him. Isn’t that what you’re suggesting I do with your sister?”

“So…” Arya drawled. “If I do this, will you go out with Sansa?”

“Yes.” He confirmed.

“Fine.” She snapped. “You have a deal. But again!” She poked his chest with her finger. “No funny business. For anyone.”

He put his hands up. “No funny business.”

“And no one can know about this deal. If Sansa finds out about this, I’ll throw you under the bus and deny everything.”

He chuckled. “Merciless. I love it. It’s a pleasure doing business with you, Tinker.”

“Fuck off, Pendragon.”

***

“What did she want?” Wet Stick asked as soon as Arthur came back to their group.

“She wants me to date her sister.” He said, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. “Gendry, I need a favor. Follow Small and Angry and do some reconnaissance about said sister.”

His friends traded looks among themselves. Gendry’s eyebrows hit his hairline.

Back Lack took a deep breath in. “Who’s the sister?”

Arthur lit up his cigarette. “Sansa Stark.”

Some of his friends frowned, but Percival seemed to know exactly who that was. “The Ice Queen?”

“One and only.” He confirmed. “Oh. No one can know.”

“Yeah, ‘cause that’s the problem.” Back Lack snorted.

“Not even you can do that.” Wet Stick was shaking his head.

Arthur released a puff of smoke. “Thank you for challenging me. Now I'll get it done.”

“It wasn’t a challenge.” Wet Stick said dryly.

“Let’s see what we’re dealing with.” Arthur decided, way too chirp about it. “Where can I find her?”

***

Sansa had just finished her last lap around the track course and was drinking water when she noticed someone approaching her from the side.

“Hey there, girlie. How are you doing?”

She put her bottle down, and eyed Arthur Pendragon.

Yes, she knew who he was, because almost everybody did. Needed to make a bet? He was the guy. Looking for a party? He was your man. Searching for some fun -no strings attached? It was possible to find his number all over the girl’s bathrooms.

“Sweating like a pig, actually. And yourself?” She offered dryly, diverging her attention back to her things.

“Now, there’s a way to get a guy’s attention, right?” He insisted.

“My mission in life.” She put her things away. “But obviously, I struck your fancy, so you see? It worked.” She grabbed her bag. “The world makes sense again.” She gave him her most polite -and fake -smile, threw the strap of her bag over her shoulder and started walking away.

He followed. “Pick you up on Friday, then.” He grinned at her,

“Friday…” She pretended to think it over.

“I can take you places you’ve never been before.” He told her.

Sansa snorted. “I’ll bet you could. Do you even know my name?”

“Of course I do, Sansa.” His smirk only grew. “I know a lot more than you think.”

She stopped and turned to him. “Doubtful. And it’s Stark to you, Pendragon.” Then she started walking again, and this time he didn’t follow after her.

Good.

***

“Arthur Pendragon asked me out today.”

Maggie and Gilly immediately turned their heads to look at Sansa.

“What?” Gilly asked, clearly shocked.

“Yeah, exactly.” Sansa rolled her eyes.

Maggie frowned. “I don’t mean to question your perception, but… Are you sure?”

Sansa snorted at that. “I’m quite sure. Maybe I should feel honored, he even knew my name.”

Maggie’s frown got deeper. “That’s odd…”

“You know him, don’t you?” Gilly asked, putting little Sam down.

“Old families, old money thing.” Maggie made a dismissive gesture with her hand. “We grew up in the same circles, but I wouldn’t say we’re friends.”

“Why do you think he asked you out?” Gilly wanted to know.

“I have no idea.” Sansa said honestly. “I mean, he has girls throwing themselves at him, so unless he’s bored, I see no reason for him to ask me out. I’ve never talked to him before.”

“Is he really good-looking?” Gilly giggled.

Sansa chuckled. “If you like his type.”

***

Now, Arthur was a simple man. Some would say too simple, but he had his own priorities.

The thing was, Arthur didn’t like people telling him what to do, or being forced into situations or anything involving any type of authority figure.

It was easy to see where this was going.

Did he need to make a deal with Arya Stark? Obviously not.

He also didn’t need money, or particularly care about the thing with Gendry -he could admit this was mostly for his personal amusement. However, Arthur was a curious person.

Did he think it was a terrible idea? Of course. There had to be other ways for Tinker Bell to deal with her sister, but he didn’t particularly care as well.

He’d heard many strange things, but Arya Stark and her offer made him really curious -like he hadn’t felt in a long time. He hadn’t been sure how far he was willing to take this whole thing, but he was curious enough to take a look.

Now he was really intrigued.

He’d  also seen Sansa Stark around, and he knew her fame -Ice Queen. He hadn’t bothered with her, because they didn’t have anything in common, and he hardly ever paid attention to gossip.

However, he wouldn’t lie: Arthur had an image of Sansa Stark -of girls like her -in his mind. And she’d shot that to hell in a few words.

He was impressed.

And perhaps a bit charmed.

In a platonic way. Kind of like he had liked the smaller Stark -because she was too small to be that angry.

Sansa Stark had piqued his curiosity -and he could only imagine what she’d say if she heard that. There was nothing wrong with pushing it a bit.

Just a bit more.

“What makes a cupcake organic?” He wondered out loud as she stepped out of the little bakery.

She took a deep breath in. “Are you following me?”

“I was across the street, I saw you and I came over to say ‘hi’.” He told her, oh so reasonably,

Sansa gave him the cold glare that made her famous across the campus. “Hi.” She said dryly.

He started walking alongside her. “Not a big talker, hm?”

“Depends on the topic.” She said, not looking at him. “Cupcakes don’t really whip me into a verbal frenzy.”

She had a northerner accent. It was unexpected and he liked it. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?”

That made her snort and look at him. “Why would I be?”

He shrugged. “Most people are.”

“I’m not most people.” She informed him, once again not looking at him. “And I’m not afraid of you.”

“Well, maybe you’re not afraid of me, but I’m sure you’ve thought of me naked.” He smirked at her, pushing a bit, just to see what would happen.

She stopped walking and turned to him. “Am I that transparent?” She asked dramatically. “I want you, I need you. Oh baby.”

She started walking again, and Arthur knew when to quit while he was ahead, so he stopped following her.

Sansa had barely moved when Harry Hardyn -the wanker -came out of nowhere and threw his arm over her shoulder.

Arthur was about to interfere, when she opened the bakery bag, grabbed a cupcake and smeared all over him.

“This is Prada, you bitch!” Harry basically screeched as she walked away.

Charming indeed…

[calliemariearc]

was that [Elizabeth Gillies ] spotted in the lobby of the infamous arconia hotel? must just be, [ Callie Marie ] the [ Thirty ] year old [ Maintenance Worker ]. whenever i hear [ Kiss Off by Violent Femmes ] it reminds me of them. they are known for being [ Blunt ] and [ Absent Minded ] but they make up for that by being [ Responsible ] and [ Loyal ]. they have been working at the arconia for [ Three Months ] while they are visiting the big apple. we hope they enjoy their stay.  ( ooc information: rav, 23, CST, they/them, ).

tw death, tw suicide, tw miscarriage, tw depression,

Callie Marie has been working at the arconia for three months now, but her life was quite different before.

Callie grew up with a loving family that made a decent income...for a little while. She was close with her mother and younger brother, but she was closest with her father. She was always fascinated with the activities that he took part in, like when he would fix up the car or something in the house that had broken. This earned her the title of a ‘tomboy’. She didn’t care much for that title, she preferred to think of herself as someone with life skills.

Everything was fine in Callie’s life until she and her brother came home from school one day to find her father dead in his bedroom. It traumatized the both of them, naturally, though Callie’s mother seemed fine, which made Callie extremely mad. Especially considering that their father was the primary income source for the household, so her mother not being concerned was scary.

From then on, Callie and her mother both began doing whatever they could to survive. Her mother got a decent job, but it was barely enough to pay the bills, so a teenaged Callie had to get an afterschool job. A few years later, when her brother was old enough, he too got a job. This helped, but they stayed on a low end for the rest of the time that Callie was in high school.

Once she graduated, Callie took the opportunity to get out of the house by going to a trade school. She’d always loved fixing and tinkering with things, so she had decided in her sophomore year to get a job somewhere she could do just that. 

Since she had a lot of experience prior, trade school was easy and she passed with flying colors, getting her certifications and looking for work that could get her out of her situation as quickly as possible. She worked briefly at a garage, fixing cars for fair prices before she met a boyfriend, Gerald. Gerald was one of the few men that she had met that looked past how messy she could get with her hobbies and work, how ‘tomboy-ish’ she was, and how blunt and independent she could be. 

The two fell in love and soon they became engaged. Not long after, Callie discovered that she was pregnant. Both of them were overjoyed. They were going to have a baby! Callie began reading books, blogs, and taking classes right away. She wanted to be as prepared as possible. Unfortunately, a little less than half way through the pregnancy, Callie had a miscarriage. This devastated her and Gerald. Callie was sent into a depression from which she wasn’t sure she could ever recover from. 

Because of the depression from the miscarriage, Gerald and Callie grew distant and eventually they decided to call off their relationship. The two of them just couldn’t deal with it. Callie now had to deal with her depression herself.

Throwing herself back into her work, she used it as a coping mechanism for the accident. Slowly, she began to get over the incident and returned to her normal self. It was decided that she had to move away and change her life. Moving to New York from Pennsylvania, she began to look for jobs to support herself. That was when she found the arconia.

[gobbie-boom]

two actual scientists vs a kid who forgets the fuse length on his own bombs

[disneytva]

Chris Houghton & Shane Houghton Ink Overall Development Deal With Disney TVA And Disney Branded Television

Chris Houghton and Shane Houghton inked an overall deal with Disney Television Animation. 

Under the agreement, the brothers will continue their work on Big City Greens and develop new animated series, shorts and movies for Disney Channel and Disney+.

“Chris and Shane have a wonderfully unique vision for characters and stories with both humor and heart, and we’re especially pleased to continue working with them on more Big City Greens and other creative ventures,” said Meredith Roberts, SVP/General Manager, Television Animation, at Disney Channels

“We are excited to be deepening our relationship with Disney,” @chrishoughton and Shane Houghton said in a joint statement. “They have been very supportive of us and our crazy ideas, and we are looking forward to continuing to grow Big City Greens as well as develop new and exciting projects together.”

Chris Houghton And Shane Houghton join Krista Tucker (Fancy Nancy), Bruce W Smith (The Proud Family), Ralph Farquhar (The Proud Family) ,Craig Gerber (Elena Of Avalor), Jeff Howard (Planes), Kate Kondell (Tinker Bell :The Pirate Fairy), Stevie Wermers (Prep & Landing), Kevin Deters (Prep & Landing), Howy Parkins (The Lion Guard), Amy Higgins (Star vs. The Forces of Evil), Devin Bunje and Nick Stanton (Prince of Peoria), Noah Z. Jones (Fish Hooks), Mike Roth (Regular Show), John Infantino (Star vs. The Forces of Evil), Jeremy Shipp (Kung Fu Panda), Ryan Gillis (Pickle & Peanut), Steve Marmel (Danny Phantom), Natasha Kline (Big City Greens) Sabrina Cotugno (The Owl House), Travis Braun (T.O.T.S. Tiny Ones Transport Service) Dan Povenmire & Jeff Swampy Marsh (Phineas And Ferb) in inking overall development with the House Of Mouse following a trend in programming started by Netflix Animation & 20th Television