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tinyabbey · 6 months ago
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so.. gorgann amiright. DEFINITELY saw this one coming (i didn't but i love it)
couples who "sit" together stay together <3
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endomentendo · 3 months ago
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Kofi
Ragatha has switched roles and now plays as Mary Ann: the white clown’s maid.
I like to think she’s more close to being normal, but isn’t disturbed by the strange wackiness in wonderland.
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maybeimmac · 7 months ago
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ever think about what they were like in freshman year?
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nobody190 · 3 months ago
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not fast and slow this girlie is now my favorite second character of @endomentendo
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lemonbitrambles · 1 month ago
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I’m back on my tomfoolery
In the wonderland section of wasteland, Mickey gets framed for something stupid (think Mario sunshine) and the local executioner puts him on trial, or else it’s off with his head. Hijinks ensue while Oswald tries to clear mickeys name by talking to the wonderland residents. This is the better route by the by! The other is fighting and killing off the executioner as a boss, much like Petetronic or Captain Hook.
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Oswald gets real tired of wonderland real fast. It takes Mickey a little longer to get angry.
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devildaisies · 3 months ago
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rb to support women's wrongs
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coolthingsguyslike · 1 year ago
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frodopotter7 · 2 months ago
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I just found out that “Mary Ann” is a therm in the Edwardian time, that was used to describe a homosexual. I thought it was just the name you give the sacrificed person, but this makes it so much deeper. Edwin was bullied for his sexuality in his time, which makes sense. On the one hand Simon blamed him to get the focus away from himself and on the other hand Edwin was studious and introverted. Introverted and more sensitive boys were immediately labelled as unmanly back then. That also adds up with his death being called an ‘act of god’. His parents probably reacted the same way that Neil Perrys parents reacted. ‘Oh, well he was just too sensitive for this world. So he got killed for this sin. He probably seduced those other boys.’
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emptyjunior · 6 months ago
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if I find the store mary ann left her number I can be her man before gorgug locks her down
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highflyartist · 1 month ago
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OKEY AMIGOS!
I have done agreements with @endomentendo and it has been finalized!
Endo will be taking the role of Mary-Ann; both in the real world and wonderland!
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Endo will be working at the White Rabbit Diner in the real world and for Archie the White Rabbit in Wonderland (see the irony?)
I might consider doing more cameos in the future but for now, I'll be beginning to do some concept comics ft. Endo.
WAHOO!
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tgsclassics · 8 months ago
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Raquel Welch auditioned for the role of Mary Ann in the 60s tv series "Gilligan's Island", but was considered 'not wholesome enough' for the part. The role went to Dawn Wells
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halevren · 5 months ago
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Mary Ann Skuttle vibes
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retropopcult · 1 year ago
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ilovedamsels1962 · 2 years ago
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Dawn Wells
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endomentendo · 1 month ago
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OH FRABJOUS DAY!!! CALLOU CALLAY ITS HERE TODAY!!!
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laugtherhyena · 4 months ago
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Hi Mary hiiiiiiiiii
Character story
The silent Bohemian night reigns with an underlying uneasiness to it. You can't help but feel as if something sinister lurks in the horizon, just beyond where your eyes can reach..
In an attempt to ignore the chill underneath your skin,You reminisce about what has led you to this point in life…
Your memories are often hazy. Vague, unclear recollections of past plights and terrors scattered throughout the years you clung to life. Your own hardships botched your ability to recall much beyond blurry faces and muffled voices. 
You've been alone for as far as you can remember. Alone together with countless other children in a place disguised as a safe haven, the predacious gaze of the black hearted vultures deemed "holy" had always been the only eyes set on your kind.
Carrying away naive children to the darkest corners of the building, never to be seen again. You were one of them, or you would have been had you not…
What did you do? What happened then?
You can't recall. Maybe that's for the best. 
You do remember swearing to whatever gods are out there to never set foot near that place again, let alone stay in the presence of the men in dark tunics.
The merciless streets of prehevil became your new home. For weeks on end you crawled aimlessly through the dirty alleys while the townsfolk steered away from you on sight, staring down at your deteriorating physique as if you were a filthy creature, barely even human. 
Rummaging through the garbage for food scraps became an everyday occurrence, you didn't even mind the rancid smell anymore, it was certainly better than when you had to feed off of rats and dirty crawlers to survive.
It didn't take long for you to meet others like you, but much like the townsfolk, the children were not kind. The teachings of the streets instilled in the street urchins only one instinct…
Convince the children to lend you a piece of their food. (Gain persuade)
Despite their treatment of you, you didn't retaliate. You knew those children were no different from yourself; lost, scared and hungry, doing everything in their power to remain living.
And so you tried to reason with them for a scrap of moldy bread. They yelled at you, you tried again. They threw trash and rocks at you, you tried again. And again. And again.
They didn't budge. As the moon took a hold of the night sky, you slept with an empty stomach. That's alright, you had become well acquainted with the feeling by now.
Steal the food for yourself (Gain steal)
You tackled the street urchins and pried the moldy bread from a boy’s scrawny hands. You ran as fast as you could, but your frail legs couldn't outrun the enraged children.
You were knocked down and beaten senseless by your peers, it hurt so much you wondered how you were still alive once you woke up the next day.
For the following weeks, you lived in the darkness of the sewers as your frail body struggled to heal its injuries. The smell was atrocious, but it kept you hidden from their wrath.
You soon fled to the old town, in its slums an abandoned shack sheltered you from the cold Bohemian nights. The rundown alleyways had danger lurking around every corner, but the shared pain of poverty amidst its citizens made you feel as if you're right where you belong.
As the years went by your mind grew sharper but your body remained rather frail, you watched as the street children from your time met unfortunate ends one after the other, and in their absence you found more children lurking the streets.
You took it upon yourself to show them the ropes, give them some of your belongings and share a bit of the little food you had. When it rained relentlessly you opened your doors to shelter them, when they wanted to chase a better life beyond prehevil you helped them hop on the train wagons.
Sometimes you went along, but you always found yourself back in the streets of the old town, alone once again. That's alright, it's how it's always been. By now you know this place like the back of your hand, as much as you're looked down upon, you know of a couple ways to get by…
Search for gigs around the town (Gain ×1 lucky coin, ×2 moldy bread and beer)
There's always someone in need for your services in the city, that is; the taxing manual labor they didn't want to do themselves. You were hardly ever paid with money, even when you insisted, your employers would rather reward your services with leftovers or worn out clothes.
You never complained, it was better than nothing.
Harvest goods from the wild (Gain ×2 green herb, turnip and carrot)
The woods around Prehevil can be surprisingly resourceful if you know where to look. Over time you learned how to spot vegetables growing amidst the weeds and that some greens are quite helpful against certain illnesses.
You found the solitude of the forest rather comforting.
A lifetime of fending for yourself taught you plenty of ways to acquire the bare minimum to keep living, some in ways you would never have imagined. Strange cultists pay a hefty price for the meat squirming inside your body, witty townsfolk give you a quick buck for some strange plants you found in the woods, and the train wagons you ride in cary so many goods you're certain no one will notice if you takes a little bit for yourself.
But life has never been kind to you, even now it seems to strive to rip the little you have from your cold trembling hands. One evening you returned to your shack being raided by a gang of thieves, you tried to fight them off only to be quickly overwhelmed and beaten by those men like a punching bag.
You laid on the ground, battered and bruised as the thieves laughed at your expense before taking their leave. There was nothing but pain left for you, everything hurt, you could hardly breathe…
Return home (Gain endure)
You swallowed the blood pooling in your mouth and crawled to what remained of your home, further staining the dirty mattress you slept on.
You had never felt such visceral pain before, as if your body had been set ablaze and your bones had pierced through your lungs. Your heart however thumped the urge to keep on living, and as such, you endured the suffering.
Chase the burglars (Gain ×1 rusty pipe and terminal surge)
The blood pouring down your mouth filled you with a glistening ire you had never felt before. Against all odds, you stood up and charged at your abusers like an enraged animal.
Pipe in hand, you hit them until their bloodied bodies stopped moving, mangled beyond recognition. You bashed the last one’s skull open before collapsing from exhaustion besides the corpses.
You have no recollection of how you survived the weeks after the incident, but you made it, and that's all that matters. As long as your heart is still beating you have time to get your life back on track no matter how much you have lost thus far.
There’s even a new job opportunity for you; the owner of the old hotel needs someone to clean the pipes, he was even kind enough to give you an old mattress and let you sleep in the storage room as long as you had everything done by the weekend. 
As payment for your services, what did you request?
Medical goods (Gain ×2 blue vial and cloth fragment)
Financial compensation (Gain ×20 shillings)
Food and drinks (Gain ×2 dried meat and vodka)
The feeling of the soft mattress cushioning your malnourished body after a long day of work brings a calm that knows no equal. 
For a moment, you forget about the pain that has tainted every day you've lived thus far. allowing yourself to be enveloped in soft sleep...
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