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larrythefloridaman · 2 years ago

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Opinions on the obvious Larold of Florida Residence

you've made a critical mistake by asking me what i think about larry generally when my power limiters (discord message size limit) are off.

(spoilers for cpuk20 and onward under the cut including the nccts)

Larry as a core cast member of cpu kerfuffle is so perfectly potent for a series that makes multifaceted identity and the foundationally important human obligation of supporting one another central themes, because his entire character is built on masks and forms and titles and facets of the self, utilized as needed or wanted, sometimes lost and sometimes gained, but all a part of a unified whole, excellently portrayed through the character progression of Florida Man > Larry, the erratic shapeshifter > Home MD > Lawrence "Larry the Florida Man" Home, MD, from hapless barely-adult who scoffs at anything less than stardom, doesnt really Understand the danger of risk despite constant risk-taking behavior and doesnt even accept that he likes men yet to Talented and Well-known Medical Researcher Homeowner Pillar of The Community, who is Extremely Loud And Proud about his Beloved Boyfriend and Steady albeit Stressful Work In the Medical Care Profession

already fascinating before the nccts, but fleshed out even more seeing how uncertain of himself he was when he first arrived- not even accepting his attraction to other men yet, thinking it probably a phase, J0hn implies he freaked out a little the first time they really talked about it! their little interaction in the dream about it also leads me to assume their time adjusting to their altered selves after the experiments wasnt the first time J0hn helped Larry to see himself in bold and honest terms. Florida Man sees his future self and bemoans the boring normalcy of getting older and doing something like deciding to go to school and pursue a career in the medical field instead of becoming a big champ star of the tournament or some such other starry-eyed fantasy, as such though the idea of curing death itself as a personal achievement DOES manage to thrill him into reconsidering that a little. he is... understandably skeptical of a lot of the weird shit we tell him comes to happen in his adult life that surrounds all that, despite how cool he thinks parts of what we told him is. his future powers excite him, even if the havoc it wreaks on his body when he watches his future self change does... unsettle him. the idea of the time travel he takes with a grain of salt- joking about 'the simulation,' unaware of the irony of this tongue-in-cheek comment and its truthful element to the nature of his reality. this is a weird dream he's having, it doesn't mean much else to him yet, seeing what his future holds is... meaningful in a way, but it hasnt yet come to pass and he cant yet imagine it realistically because its not real to him yet. a dreamed up hypothetical which sits on the horizon which only we understood fully has already been carved in stone. his feelings are those of a not yet mature perspective of someone that can only barely be considered an adult looking on a future he can barely envision with any real weight because he's got his eyes set on the stars, uninterested and unwilling to make eye contact long with the mundane and painful long enough to worry about them, convinced he won't have to deal with them if he succeeds. "don't need insurance if you never crash!"

this doesn't last, of course. for reasons and through circumstances left largely undescribed as yet, Larry as well as his boyfriend fall victim to Dr. Order's experiments, experiencing life-changing trauma. they support eachother through learning to cope with their altered selves and deepening the closeness of their bond. Larry develops a... complicated relationship with his new powers, loving them and yet thinking them also a kind of curse. Unsurprising, considering the circumstances that lead to obtaining them and certain drawbacks they have. and in this period too one can find the implication of an internal conflict between a love for performing as part of the tournament, and being more authentically himself by seperating things that pertain to his personal self from it. with his initial re-debut with his powers, as a result of the improv, he uses them as a strange kind of anonymization from his initial stage title, using an unrecognizable neutral form, only going by his normal first name with the descriptive tag of his powers. (until hamhel makes him mad enough to try to beat his ass 'unmasked' in full view of the camera, lol.) larry, the erratic shapeshifter. they talk about how he works like. at the grocery store. Larry makes more appearances in tournaments in this period than any other, revealing more and more of himself while also kind of hiding himself, (again because of the improv often deciding these things after the fact.) Larry and Order are in the same tournament in cpuk14, and Larry's like I Do Not FUCKING See It because we dont learn his transformation is her fault until gaiden 2, which also has j0hn and larry in the same episode with no acknowledgement of a connection between them and their relationship is confirmed in cpuk17 to be 1) 2 years old and 2) the subject of some local rumor/gossip but never previously made public. At the same time, he can't RESIST the bullshit, the performance, the spectacle, the fun of it all. after being the guy who made headlines just to make headlines and ending up a dehumanized human experiment guinea pig, the guy wanted a little privacy to just be respected as himself in peace, even if he loves the show too much to stay away. he's trying to keep his personal life and the show separate, only allowing them to interact on his terms, but his personal life and feelings can't always be kept out of the show. In a way, one can read his shapeshifting and its functionality (controllable but only sort of, and a default self that can definitely be him but also is a malleable molten dripping goop at the same time, forms typically thrown at him like prompts) as part of a metaphor for the improv style of performance the show is based on- its... controlled but it isnt, theres a part of it thats driven by adapting to what you're given, playing your part whatever it might be, but theres a part of it that just comes from the gut, from who you are, and if youre doing it right somewhere amid the hashing of those things to achieve what you're going for you might find something real made of both. And larry can find himself a little lost in both sometimes. Larry's implied to sometimes dissociate and get a little lost in it when he takes a form (see: full rat mode moment), and similarly Larry gets REAL carried away with a bit sometimes, until something knocks some sense into him.

Forged from circumstances, Home MD is a facet of himself like the others, created like diamond by a steady, weight-of-the-world pressure, and Larry hatches from seven long years in the superheated chrysalis of this persona into his most modern self. It was, to continue a metaphor, a part he played so long and so well he came to embody it and it became a part of him. Home MD is all-business, the part of larry that responsibility and obligation summons to the forefront. Grim and straight-laced and patient. Uptight, even. Becoming Home, taking on the responsibility of what has already been set in stone by the loop, was the only way to stop the Doctor, a stain on the profession her title typically implies, without irreparably altering the course of history, possibly for the worse. Home is a doctor, and he's good at what he does, and what he does is what needs to be done, no matter how ugly and unfortunate it might be, even to great personal suffering, death and injury, a thing which... embarrasses him a little, given he once liked to think himself practically invincible, and now is coming to understand that while he can endure just about anything as long as theres a glimmer of light, a punchline, on the other side, it's not gonna be... a clean ordeal. Home MD must stare death and failure and illness and tragic inevitability in the face every day. There is no option to be naive or to look away. That is the nature of his profession. He witnesses himself changed in third person, and witnessed similar change for everyone else. But he's also compassionate, relentlessly so- never succumbing to thoughtlessness about the pain inherent of the grim task set before him, resilient both physically and psychologically. He was made to play a direct bystander as history unfolds, unable to change it's forward march without risking everything falling apart, but he learned to take pride in what he can do for people. Being a good doctor is about caring for others, after all, and he can do his damnedest to be there for everyone, even if his ability to change their fates for the better is... limited, for now.

This compassion is not a newly formed trait of Larry's- he's been known to reach out to people in kindness even before the Home years, Hamhel after his whole demon stunt and Google (mentioned offhandedly in G2, that he spoke with Google offscreen following his defection from Order) come to mind for examples outside his beloved boyfriend- but becoming a care professional turned this self-effacing empathy for others into a second nature, a duty, a willingness to endure anything to help someone. Even the Doctor got an opportunity to apologize, even if Larry was ultimately relieved she didn't take it and he could continue hating her to death and send her to her bitter ironic fate without ever having to consider a world where she chose to be better. (Until susan showed up, at least. We never did get to see his first reaction to her arrival when they thought she was her her, only weeks later, glaring and weary. i can't imagine it was pretty.) The only person he doesnt seem to extend that kind of compassion and understanding to much is himself, Home not really taking all that kindly to Larry until he's 'in on the joke,' so to speak and, after the loops completion, failing to realize (or refusing to acknowledge,) choosing not to seek therapy to give therapuppy a break from her overwork is silly when they're in the same boat of 150+ revolving patients with little professional backup and he hardly expects similar from her. He's happy to be someone others can rely on and not worry about, regardless of whether they like him, and it's... embarrassing for him, to admit when he cannot bear a weight by himself, as grateful as he is for support where he can get it he will not ask for it, beyond perhaps a snarky remark. "Damn, Grunk... how about a 'thank you,' maybe?" "Hey, man, it's alright, I get it. Gotta keep the tough guy look up. Either way, it was my pleasure to bring ya back."

And then there's the truth of their reality. During the loop, Home becomes aware of the nature of their world. A fiction, crafted into existence. improvised into being, becoming intimately aware of the functional implications of this. The world, the story, lives and breathes. It remembers and forgets itself as it pleases. colored dots and schrodingers cat. Many things in the past remain undetermined, only becoming fully true as it is spoken credibly into truth in the Script. Larry's intimate awareness of these 'obscure theories' as he frames them which we understand as just part of the nature of the telling of the story is something which I think informs his worldview and decisions considerably, while he doesn't tell anyone what he knows without these kinds of obfuscations to spare them the dread. I think the sephiroth incident may have been an attempt to determine what the narrative tone of the world would be going forward. not determine in the sense of trying to choose, although i think he did have a preferred outcome, but in trying to find out. Observing a schrodingers cat. Will cpu kerfuffle return to lighthearted low consequence fun, or continue to be a dramatic and consequential affair, even following the end of the story arc he'd brought to a close? The Grunk, a murder victim resurrected, had killed two people just for the bit recently, and either sephiroth's funny resurrection would have consequences because of his inherent dramatic weight, or it wouldn't, because we've become a full comedy again that can freely mock its own flirtation with weight. Larry really wishes that bloody note had been from the tootsie pop owl, but he'll take on the consequences of his little experiment without complaint. This is a dramedy and it will remain one. He recognized the possibility of this outcome. Observing schrodinger's cat does often end with a dead cat. Larry used to be shyer/more private about his relationship, but after years apart and knowing the world may forget or reinterpret that which doesnt remain firmly established, theres a part of me that wonders if the increased amount of public romantic gestures despite j0hn's mild embarrassment with them might be influenced by a degree of insecurity that the world may reinterpret their relationship because of their time apart and damage it somehow, or if he believes that by refusing to acknowledge his trauma as being as serious as it was, he can make it go away by convincing the world to think of it like a joke hes gotten over. Larry likes being the funny guy that isnt taken too seriously, despite the weight of his achievements, his burdens and his mistakes. 'Laughter is the best medicine' patch adams sad clown type bitch

Larry conducts himself nowadays knowing full well the potential for his chosen actions to go terribly, looking that potential for messy consequences dead in the eyes, but knowing as well that a lot of times, a good idea was a bad idea that worked out in the end. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Home MD was the most batshit looney tunes painful idea he'd ever gone through with, and its transformed his life and others' for the better, ultimately, despite everything. That's life, baby! Love and support eachother, dare to be stupid and earnest and take risks, take the good with the bad, everyone contains multitudes and You are the unique and multifaceted and even sometimes contradictory self you compose from these many parts, we are mask and wearer, every me is me every you is you, We Never Stop Becoming!!!!!!!!

A core thing i do think larry after everything does still need to learn is a little self-compassion, not just in accepting that regardless of whether or not he can shoulder everything and anything thrown at him as the resilient fucker he is on his own, he shouldn't necessarily have to, (a sort of tardigrade's dilemma- if you know you're uniquely capable of surviving in nightmarish extremes, how obligated are you to do that in the place of others who might not be able to survive as well, if you'll still be suffering all the same?) even if it was self-inflicted by the consequences of his own decisions. After all, it'd be cruel to deny a sick patient treatment just because their habits caused their illness. but... well. being in your twenties is about forgiving all the dumb shit you did while you were growing, the same way being in your thirties and forties is, from what i understand, lol. maybe he needs to forgive his past self's naivety a little too.

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getitfrenchship · 3 years ago

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🎨 + 🐶 !

~ autumn-ships 🍂

🎨 - Top 3 colors

Other favorites include lavender, dark reds, and silver!

🐶 - Do you have a pet? If not, dream pet?

Got a whole history of pets but not currently! Had goldfish, hermit crabs, and dwarf hamsters when my brother and I were kids. Had a black cat named Kitty from high school all the way to junior year of college

Then temporarily housed another cat named Tiger

He kept biting/scratching me which increased my anxiety & my parents weren’t really helping me so my uncle takes care of him now

My brother now has the man of the hour, Larold

And right now my parents don’t really want a pet because of the cleanup but I’d love to have another chill cat like Kitty

#thank you!#long post

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wherewindysurgeswend · 4 years ago

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Deep heart’s core: chapter three

chapter one

chapter two

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Kathleen walked quickly towards the first-class lounge. Right before turning the corner, she smoothed her hair, straightened her posture and assumed a snooty expression. Then, she walked in as confidently as she possibly could, trying her hardest not to burst out laughing.

None of the passengers paid her much attention. Most of them were reading magazines or newspapers. Some were talking in hushed voices. One or two women were knitting. A young man in the far corner of the room seemed to be watching her from behind his newspaper, but she didn’t care.

Larry was sitting in the first-class lounge, pretending to be interested in a copy of his uncle’s newspaper, when a pretty, dark-skinned girl with a mop of curly black hair walked in. This was of interest to Larry only because he had been under the impression that he knew all the first-class passengers by sight if not by name (you were bound to meet a lot of them if you spent most of your time at the bar or in the ballroom), but he was certain he had never seen this girl before. It wasn’t just that the people who frequented the first-class lounge tended to be white, and this girl wasn’t, although that was a factor. The main reason he was so sure they hadn’t met before was that she had a face that would be hard to forget. There was a vibrancy and easy self-assuredness in her expression that few people Larry had ever met had. Nonetheless, she carried herself as if she was where she belonged, so Larry figured maybe he had met her the previous evening but had been too drunk to remember.

As Larry watched in amazement, the girl walked up to each person in the lounge one by one and struck up a conversation with each one. He couldn’t quite hear what she was saying, but after talking to each passenger for about a minute, they would laugh, and she would move on, waving as if to an old friend.

After a few minutes of this, the girl approached Larry. “Darling!” she exclaimed, “It’s perfectly marvelous to see you!” Larry blinked a few times.

“Do I know you?”

“You mean you don’t remember me?” She looked genuinely hurt.

“Er — I’m afraid not.” She looked even more hurt. Larry was about to try to comfort her when the unexpected happened — she laughed. “You shouldn’t,” she said, “We’ve never met.” Larry stared at her. “Then why….?” she laughed again.

“I wanted to see if I could fool you.”

“Wait a minute,” Larry asked, beginning to understand what was going on, “Just how many of the people in here do you know?”

“None.”

“That’s…. That’s amazing, is what that is! How did you do it? And more importantly, why?”

“I wanted to test my theory.”

“Which is….?”

“If you act like you know what you’re doing, people will believe just about anything. None of the people in here have ever seen me, but if I acted convincingly enough like we were old friends, they would have no choice but to assume I was telling the truth, and they would be too embarrassed to admit they had forgotten who I was. I had a perfect score, too, until I met you.”

“I suppose I’m the exception that proves the rule.” The girl laughed.

“I guess you are.”

“Now, since you’re so adept at fooling people, I suppose we ought to be friends. I’d much rather have you on my side than not. I’m Larry.” He held out his hand for her to shake.

“Larry. What’s that short for?”

“Larold.”

“No it’s not.”

“No it is not. It’s short for Lenry.”

“That’s not it either, is it?”

“What does it matter? You just want me to say on the record that my name is Lawrence, don’t you?”

“Maybe so. You don’t look like a Lawrence.”

“What’s your name, then, so I can tell you if you look like it?”

“Kathleen.”

Anna and Margaret were looking out at the ocean, talking idly about nothing in particular when Kathleen came around the corner. She was followed closely by a young man Anna and Margaret both recognized at once.

“You!” Anna blurted out.

“Larry?” exclaimed an incredulous Margaret at the same time.

“Afternoon, Peggy,” Larry said graciously. Margaret was glancing back and forth between Larry, Kathleen and Anna in disbelief. “How do you know Larry?” she asked Anna.

“You might say your friend here fell for me,” Larry said with a grin. Margaret looked even more confused. “That’s a funny way of saying you bumped into me and knocked me over,” said Anna, recovering the power of speech. “Oh, Larry, you didn’t!” exclaimed Margaret.

“He did,” said Anna.

“Your friend here is, unfortunately, correct. I did.” he turned to Anna, “I didn’t get your name?” “No, I expect you didn’t, since you ran away while I was picking up my things. It’s Anna Byrne.”

“Pleased to meet you. My name is Lawrence Sterling Kittredge, Jr. But you may call me Larry.” Nothing about what he had said was especially funny, but his tone of voice and expression were so comical that Anna couldn’t help but laugh. “Another Kittredge…. are you and Margaret related, then?”

“Peggy is my cousin. My favourite cousin, I might add.”

“I’m your only cousin who doesn’t hate your guts.”

“Hence why you’re my favourite.” Kathleen was looking more puzzled by the second.

“Jesus Christ, does everyone on this boat know each other or something?”

“How do you know Larry, anyway?” Margaret asked, turning to face Kathleen.

“We met in the first class lounge.”

“She was trying to see how many people she could talk into thinking they had already met. It nearly worked on me.”

“And just how drunk were you at the time?” Margaret asked.

“Not at all. I was stone cold sober. I swear it to God.”

“Larry! I’ve never known you to take the lord’s name in vain like that before!” Larry pretended to be hurt. “Oh, cold, cruel Margaret! You have so little faith in me.”

“You wouldn’t have faith in you either if you knew yourself.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.” Margaret tossed her head.

“I don’t take criticism on what makes sense from someone who thought Cary Grant and Gary Cooper were the same person until eight months ago,” she said disdainfully.

“They look eerily similar and —”

“They do not,” Kathleen interrupted.

“And they have almost the same first name! Have you ever seen the two of them in the same room together? It seemed perfectly reasonable at the time.”

“Anything can seem ‘perfectly reasonable’ when you come up with it after you’ve had seven martinis. That doesn’t make it correct.” Larry pretended to be deeply offended.

“I didn’t come here to be mocked. Come on Kathleen, You’re my only ally.”

“No I’m not, I think you’re just as ridiculous as Margaret says you are.”

“Oh, how alone I am! Whoever can I turn to?”

“All right, all right, that’s enough with the dramatics,” Margaret interjected, “did mother tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Phyllis is going to be in Paris at the same time as us.”

“Which Phyllis? Phyllis Schuyler or Phyllis Andersen?”

“Phyllis Schuyler.”

“Well, won’t that be fun? I couldn’t think of a better way to spend a trip,” Larry said drily.

“What’s the matter?” Anna asked. Margaret had mentioned Phyllis to her but she didn’t know what Larry could possibly have against her. “You remember how I said Phyllis had two broken engagements?” said Margaret. Anna nodded.

“One of them was to Larry.” Anna laughed incredulously.

“No! That can’t possibly be true.”

“I regret to inform you that it is,” said Larry, “so you see how this puts me in an awkward position. Two weeks in Paris with my aunt and uncle, both of whom despise me, and my ex-fiancée. Christ, it’s like something out of a movie.”

“Not just two weeks in Paris. She’s going home on the same boat as us.”

“She isn’t!”

“She is.”

“Peggy, you may have to shoot me. I don’t know if I can get through this.”

“Don’t be silly. How am I supposed to get through it without you?”

Anna and Margaret spent the evening on deck, watching the sunset in comfortable silence. As the full moon was rising and the stars were coming out, Anna turned to Margaret. “Can I ask you a question?” Margaret nodded.

“Are you happy?” Margaret hesitated.

“I — well, I guess so.” “Don’t you sometimes feel like you’re missing something?”

“Of course I do. Everyone does, I think.”

“I guess so. It’s just — you looked so sad. Just now, I mean. You were looking out at the sea, and you just looked heartbroken or something.” Margaret forced herself to laugh.

“Don’t be silly. I’m fine. I promise.” She squeezed Anna’s hand. Anna didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t say anything else.

They sat there silently for a few minutes, but it wasn’t the easy silence from before. There was something loaded in it. Finally, Margaret spoke. “Anna?” Anna turned to face her.

“I have a question for you, now.” Anna didn’t say anything, so Margaret carried on.

“Why did you become a reporter? Why not something else?”

“Well, a girl’s gotta eat. I had to do something, and I guess journalism seemed like something I wouldn’t be too bad at, and I kind of liked the idea. Blame it on the movies. It seemed exciting and romantic. You know, telling the untold stories, standing up for the downtrodden, all that sort of thing.” Margaret nodded thoughtfully.

“But say you didn’t have to eat,” Margaret said after a long pause, “Say money wasn’t a concern. What would you do then?”

“Well,” Anna said slowly, “you know that poem by Yeats — The Lake Isle of Innisfree?” Margaret nodded. “You know how it says ‘and live alone in the bee-loud glade’? Well, that’s what I would do. I would get myself a cottage near a lake and live there all by myself.”

“But wouldn’t you get lonely?” Anna considered this.

“I guess so. But not for a while yet. For as long as I can remember, things have been noisy and hectic. That’s O.K. most of the time, but sometimes I just want some peace and quiet. If I could, I would just isolate myself until I got tired of peace and quiet. It’s like the poem says — ‘peace comes dropping slow’. I expect it would take me years, decades, even, to get tired of peace.”

“But wouldn’t you get bored?” Margaret persisted, “All alone like that….”

“Maybe so. But I’d still want to try it. I could always come back if I couldn’t stand it. What about you? What would you do if you could do whatever you wanted?” Margaret was taken aback. She hadn’t expected Anna to turn her own question back on her. Truth be told, she didn’t have an answer. All her life, someone had been telling her what to do. What would she do if nobody was telling her? She had always longed to break free from her obligations, but now it occurred to her that she had no idea what she would do with herself. So she did what she always did in this sort of situation — she said something flippant. “I guess I would just run away and have as much fun as possible before I die,” she said with a forced laugh. Anna looked at her like she knew that wasn’t true, but she didn’t say anything. She figured it was best to keep her mouth shut. They tried to just look out at the sea and the night sky like before, but it wasn’t the same. The spectre of Margaret’s unspoken truth floated between them. Not more than five minutes later, they were both back in their cabins. Neither slept very well that night.

#much more larry in this one #deep heart's core #writeblr #my writing

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greenshi · 3 years ago

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For the character ask game. Larrold Floridaman (and, if I may suggest an additional one, Prismatic Shadow :))

Larold <3

Do I like them: yeaaaAAAAAH that dude Rules

5 good qualities:

- will die for a tootsie pop. who wouldn't honestly

- but fr for as chaotic as he is, he is So loyal to those he trusts. Very open about his care for others (mostly J0hn tbf)

- this dude is a (spoilers) Doctor. and I would trust him with my life, I'm sure itll be fine.

- dudes just chill, idk what to say! I feel like I could grab a beer with him. I dont even drink.

- hes a little rat. He eats cheeeeeeeeese.

- no actually. Dudes Resilient. Put up with a metric fuckton of crap, and came out the other end halfways decent! Good for him!

3 bad qualities:

- Will Die For A Tootsie Pop. Fifth place king can be anything and choses to be bad at fighting.

- hey larry. hey j0hn. Theres Got to be a better way to summon the death god than. Yknow. reviving Sephiroth.

- so self sacrificial! Dude you can Chillax stop trapping yourself in Hell for the sake of others! Let the people you care for help you pls

OTP: Hackshifter. There is no other option.

BrOTP: Rn, Sqenny. Love the Choas Bastard and the reporter who he has to try and explain himself to. Free big brother figure too. (But also, with how (spoilers) Limbo might go, he miiiiight usurp her. Maybe)

OT3: uhhhhhhh j0hn. but again. Wait actually what if Dan. Two fucked up guys and their third guy who's trying to reason with them. Yeah that can work.

NOTP: Dr Order. Sorry Susan n Barry, I'm sure you're happy, but, like, cmon.

Best quote: god theres so many........"persona", curing losing for his 'son', any sappy moment with j0hn........ but I'm going with his first convo with cobalt, with the bloody notes. It's just a good scene

Headcanon: larry is very very goopy, especially when injured or emotional, but also all the time. While Limbo (since crimson is also v goopy) hes less of a man and more of a puddle. Just a jrpg slime monster with a hat on.

Ok, anon? Anon. Idk if you know the can of worms you've opened by letting me talk extensively about The Frog, but omg. (Also, since PS has not that much going on in canon, I'm adding all my headcanons to this. Frog Theory, that one Powerfrog fic I wrote and no one read, secret hcs that only exist in my head, Everything. Sorry in advance.)

Do I like them: YEAHYEAHEHAHUEAHYEAHYEAH (backstory: I got attached during 7 cuz Hes Green and i Like Green. didnt have any thoughts about it tho until frog theory, and now I am overcome with brain worms)

5 good qualities:

- Determined. this guy is studying such a niche martial art, and he gives it his all.

- little guy. 4'7, built out of slime, and will try and fight you

- puts up with prism's crap, what a king

- I feel like he'd be good with plants. he helps yopper with gardening.

- Has Punched Crimson. he still lost but he did Punch Him.

3 bad qualities:

- French.

- All My Favs Are Bad At Fighting And He Is No Exception

- is too much. always on, always moving, always doing something. while that has been "fixed" by Prism, now hes just a walking corpse, basically. nothing going on in that brain except for :|

OTP: Geico. Small, feisty green dude plus large, tired green dude is Good.

BrOTP: .......also geico. That, or CBT. Crimsoned dudes who never got fixed because people forgot they existed

OT3: oooohhhh what about take on my kirby and marshmallow? Like the two T.O.M guys. Idk I'm just pulling up irrelevant characters and seeing what sticks.

NOTP: man idk. Prism? Crimson? Just keep this guy away from pkmn trainers.

Best quote: he like. has barely spoken. and what is has said is pretty short and to the point. all of his fun words are in my brain <3

Headcanon: IF YOU. KISS HIM. HE TURNS INTO. KING DEDEDE. PRINCESS AND THE FROG STYLE. (also, he is severely fucked up due to being like double possessed. His memories are totally scrambled, his personality is basically gone, he is a Husk. And, the reason prism went after him is to clean up the mess crimson left behind, while also gaining eyes on the goings on of the kerfuffles. And yknow how she three stocked him? And yknow what she did to google in green? Yeah. she took no chances)

#cpu kerfuffle #cpuk #cpuk spoilers #cpu kerfuffle spoilers #larry the florida man #the prismatic shadow #powerfrog #thank you for asking 💚💚

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