#mr persnickety

[doobledabbadoo]

french tomato but 10% more bastard

[robosexxxual]

breaking men. mr bad

[noribu]

multiple drawings

[beesofink]

Hello Honeybees!! I had meant to finish and post this yesterday, but I ran into some complications. Either way, have a Bisexual Mr. Fussy, and Happy Late Bisexuality Day!!

[homefryboy]

*vegeta voice* i just didn’t care anymore

(commissions open)

[writerofweird]

Rap Battle: Gaspar Le Gecko vs Duchess Diamond Persnickety the First, Last and Only

GASPAR: Look who's come to kneel before the King of the Jungle, Once you enter my realm, you better not grumble, Because there's plenty of wild animals you'll find when you roam, And you're more welcome in their gullets than you are in Foster's Home, Guess Craig used up all his best villains for The Powerpuffs, When you stand against me, you aren't up to snuff, Looking like Spongebob Squarepants after spotting a steamroller, So it is quite a shame you can't be crushed by Lola Boa!

DUCHESS: You dare talk like that to the finest friend? You better forget Uncle Pockets, for on me you can depend, For glamour and intelligence, sophistication and style, You're just a tiny little Grinch, with termites in your smile, How did you even end up on Disney, you repulsive little thing, You're less of a Jafar than Starkid's Aladdin, You're old enough to be Brandy's dad, and yet you want a date, She became friends with Whiskers because you earned all her hate!

GASPAR: Funny that you should say that, didn't the whole house celebrate, When they thought you were gone and wouldn't smash another plate? You know not true sophistication, you know not who's truly great, Coming back to your comparisons, you're only second rate, My show may have had four less seasons than yours, But I remember doing more than sulking behind a door, Ruling over the animals, and doing so while being funny, And if I were at your house, I'd devour that large bunny, It's appropriate you're two-dimensional, because so are your stories, That bright and colourful house doesn't need an Edward Gorey, What a shame when a teenage brat is a more compelling foe, They'll be saying "Duchess Who", when thanks to me you go!

DUCHESS: As much as I'd like to leave, tonight I think I'll stay, Just to make sure this tyrant doesn't get his way, While everyone in the house waits on me hand and foot, The jungle voted for Whiskers and wished for you to get the boot, And after watching your cartoon, I'm not sure which is worse, All your ridiculous plots, or the fact that you're not a purse, I'd rather be in a room with Bloo than spend any time with you, And like Jackie Khones with a book, you had better get a clue, You don't deserve to reign supreme, you better get real, I think I'll join the Carnivore Club so I can have you as a meal, No wait, I spoke too quickly, because you're not fit as main course, Considering you ran Amazon just as well as Jeff Bezos!

[gifti3]

New word (for me) just dropped

[angelssfeathers]

Mr men moment. This is just a lazy L L drawing of my two favorite goobers, no colored lines or backgrounds for you. I tried making Mr tks (for a human name I came up with Tobey!!) arms look bendy like how they are in the show bc I said so.

Designs are by @doobledabbadoo you have good designs. PLEASE GO CHECK THEM OUT AA

[princehendir]

My primary association with Chris Messina is his role in The Mindy Project, so Birds of Prey is always a big event for me.

[incorrect-mr-men-show-quotes]

MISS HELPFUL: I’m volunteering at the animal hospital.

MR. TICKLE: (excited) Animal hospital?!

MR. FUSSY: The animals are the patients.

MR. TICKLE: (disappointed) That makes sense…

[ghostaholics]

bodyguard!ghost who’s tasked with protecting a civilian because the witness protection programme compromised her safety with an information leak that revealed her identity, so now there’s an entire crime syndicate that’s put a massive target on her back

neither have any tolerance for this new arrangement – she’s been stripped of her normal life and nearly killed twice within the span of two months so what the hell’s this imposing, masked man going to do for her that hasn’t already been tried by the incompetent law enforcement and other agencies that originally told her she was in danger

and “ghost” – what kind of name is that – there’s nothing anonymous about someone who’s built like a brick shithouse and hovers around her – a dark thundercloud that glowers at anything and everything (when she’s taking the tube, when she’s pumping gas, when she’s making small talk with the cashier who’s making heart eyes at her despite such an uninteresting topic of choice ugh)

meanwhile, he’d much rather be on the field doing ops than protecting a civilian that tf-141 needs alive due to her intel on the enemy’s whereabouts; he’s pretty sure that this assignment would have been better left to another member’s devices – like gaz, who actually has experience in vip protection, or soap who can stand human interaction longer than five minutes

anyways he goes over all the different rules and expectations he has for her while she’s under his watch, but because she’s a persnickety little thing, she’s got her own list for him that looks like it’s on a single piece of paper until it unfolds to reveal two additional pages – fuckin’ hell– he just knows that she’s gonna drive him crazy by being an uptight know-it-all

and it really is such a shame that she has to start her new identity as someone going by the name of mrs. riley

[doobledabbadoo]

mr fussy if he was awesome. i wish british/german people were real

[hippolotamus]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday 🐝

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SO, James gave me this wonderful gift of a ballet au snippet after I bullied him into suggested it. In return (and since I was already toying with it) I made him some Bridgerton sentences. Follows this snippet. Master list here.

Henrietta and Karen Wilson, along with their son, Denny, are a staple of the Ton. They’re said to be closely connected to Robert Nash and his wife, Athena, though Eddie isn’t sure exactly how. He’s familiar with both families, but hasn’t had much opportunity to mingle with them. If mingling was something Eddie engaged in.  “Hen!” Chimney opens his arms wide to embrace her and then Karen. “How are my favorite hostesses tonight?” Hen and Karen share a skeptical look before Hen turns toward Chimney, raising an eyebrow. “Delighted, Howard. What do you need?”  “Henrietta!” He holds one hand to his chest in mock offense. “Can I not say hello to my two dearest friends?” “No,” Karen and Hen answer in unison.  Eddie stifles a chuckle, drawing Karen’s attention.  “Oh, hello,” she says politely, extending her hand to him. “I’m not sure we’ve met. I’m-” “Karen and Henrietta Wilson,” Eddie interjects, taking Karen’s hand and placing a kiss there before releasing it. “Edmundo Diaz. But you can call me Eddie.”  “I could’ve done all that,” Chimney mumbles under his breath.  “And you can call me Hen.” She offers him a mischievous smirk, nodding towards Chimney. “I’ll forgive you for keeping company with this one. So, what brings you over, Eddie?” “I was hoping you could help me. Or, I suppose, my mother is hoping you can help me.” “Oh?” He gives both women an abbreviated summary of his situation, explaining his ‘need’ to find a wife.  “Well,” Hen taps her chin. “I don’t suppose…” She trails off, glancing at her wife. They share small nods as if they’re having a silent conversation.  Eddie begins to fidget, looking between Hen, Karen and Chimney. Finally, Hen looks at Eddie again.  “Does it need to be a wife? Or a spouse?” “I-” The world around him seems to go quiet, replaced by a loud buzzing that drowns it all out. What would make her think- “A wife. It has to be- a wife,” he stutters.  Karen gives him an almost sympathetic look, like she knows something he doesn’t, then grasps her wife’s hand. “I may have one suggestion,” Hen says, carefully. “Bobby and Athena are hosting someone this season. A... widow. No children of her own. But she is being accompanied by her younger brother who I understand is a bit- protective.” “And persnickety,” Karen adds.  Eddie breathes an internal sigh of relief. A widow could be ideal. Someone who might be able to understand his complicated grief. And it’s not as if Eddie has any liabilities, beyond his mother of course. Charming one sibling should be simple enough.

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@drowsy-quill and anyone else who wants to 😘

[4ragon]

klapollo "Taking special care of them when they’re sick" for the romance prompt thing

Hell yeah, let's go

It was dark when Apollo woke up, feeling disoriented, feeling hot. Too hot. And also too cold. Was the AC on? Did he have AC? Where was he?

His brain was moving sluggishly. He had options. What were his options? Mountain hideout? No, too quiet for that. Plus he was on a bed. A foster home? No, that didn’t seem right either. Apartment. Where was Clay? Was Clay here?

Slowly, Apollo rolled sideways, freeing his feet from a tangle of sweaty blankets and feeling for the floor. Carpet? Which apartment bedroom had a carpet? He stared down at the carpet, but the answers weren’t coming to him.

He righted himself. He felt lightheaded. For a second, he felt nauseous, and he doubled over, clenching his jaw breathing in through the nose until the feeling passed. Then he was on his feet, rubbing his face as he looked around, not processing any of it. Side table. Guitar. Dog bed. Second guitar. Clock. Clock? What time was it anyway? Nine thirty?

“...Oh crap I’m late for work!”

He burst through the door in a panic, making a beeline toward the front door before his shoulder caught a doorway. He stumbled, before a pair of hands grabbed him.

“Schatz? Schatz, where are you—?”

“I’m late,” Apollo said in a rush, grabbing onto Klavier’s arm. “I’m…It’s way too late, I’m going to be late for work, and then I’ll get fired and…”

“Work?” Klavier echoed, laughing. “Herr Forehead, it is nine pm on a Saturday. I don’t think Herr Wright is firing you for not showing up.”

Apollo blinked. Hair Right? Herr…Oh. Mr. Wright. Phoenix Wright. Less persnickety about lateness than Kristoph Gavin. Especially on a Saturday. Probably. “We don’t have a case?” he croaked.

“Nein, no cases here, other than the origins of your nasty bout of flu,” Klavier said, gently steering Apollo to the couch. “You slept for a while, do you need some water? Or maybe chicken broth? I know how to warm that up at least. It’s probably too early to take more medicine.”

“Oh. Uh.” Apollo blinked a few times, eyes already feeling like lead. “Yeah. That…yeah.”

Klavier smiled. “I’ll make some toast too, see if you can keep that down, ja? Then maybe you should go back to sleep.”

“Mmm.” Apollo rubbed his face in his hand, and Klavier’s smile softened, reaching out and smoothing back Apollo’s bangs to plant a kiss to Apollo’s forehead.

“Just relax, Schatz,” Klavier said gently. “You have nowhere to be, nothing to do. Just let me take care of you.”

Take care of him. Hmm. Apollo frowned. When’s the last time someone took care of him? But already Klavier was moving toward the kitchen, already humming under his breath, so it wouldn’t make much sense to protest now. Apollo settled back into the leather couch, slumping against the arm and shutting his eyes.

[beesofink]

OOPS GUESS WHO FORGOT TO POST THEIR ART ON HERE

Hello everyone!! I finally remembered to post on this account too. I am currently working on a Mr. Men project that started on it's anniversary to celebrate 53 years of the book series!! I hope to add one character a day!! And if you all want to suggest a canon character to add, please do!! It's only one per person though-

[homefryboy]

*narrator voice* ah, the internet aka the dillydale wide web (dww). where the mr. men and little misses get to demonstrate how they're somehow even worse at socializing online than they are in person

(commissions open)