#mr persnickety

[doobledabbadoo]

french tomato but 10% more bastard

[glowiestars]

Yaoi

[chickie456-chickencoop]

Some old art I drew back in 2017, on GiMP! Of all places 😆 based off of JUST DANCE 2017, 🎶Little Swing🎶

[miksy-the-51st]

Whisper theme over Mr. Persnickety (and Butch)

A.k.a. Mr. Persnickety (and Butch) sounding like Whisper for x minutes straight XD

[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

[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.

[rottenherbs]

Seating Arrangement (p.2)

Pairing: D.M x Reader Tags: crying / hand holding / fluff Summary: After your potions class you try your best to prepare for your study date with Draco. After a short period of waiting alone, you realized he wouldn’t show. Wasn’t he the one who said don’t be late? W/C: 1.8k A/N: PART TWOOOO. maybe this will be a short fic and i keep adding onto it. i’m kinda sold. Much love, Saige [masterlist]

The time between positions and dinner felt like a blink of an eye. The anxiety of the events later that evening kept you distracted and unable to focus on practically anything and everything. You’ve never spoken to Draco before today and now you’re going to the library later to study alone together. It all felt surreal, and absolutely out of the ordinary. You closed your eyes and took a breath making your way down the hallway towards the great hall.

Typically you sat by yourself enjoying the solitude of a meal alone. You were sociable in class and never really had the time to yourself expect during meals. Your friends used to beg you to sit with them, but this was time for yourself and they respected it. Tossing your book bag to the side, you sat comfortably at an empty section of the Slytherin table setting yourself up with a small platter of sausages and green beans. Before you took your first bite, you looked up almost instinctively, like you knew someone was looking at you. Your eyes met with Draco’s. A small smile across his face. He quickly turned back to his friends laughing about something. Unease took over you, feeling like they were talking about you. Anxiously you took your first bite of food and shifted your body away from his direct sight.

Over the next few minutes you refused to look up, annoyed that your time to yourself was overtaken by this feeling of his presence just several feet down the table. You couldn’t see him directly anymore but you swear you could feel him. Almost in a secretive way you wished to look over at him just to see how he acted among his peers. You could hear his laugh, loud and boisterous but it was contagious. Once Draco laughed you noticed how everyone else did. His ability to control the conversation was fascinating. You both lived such different lives.

Once you cleared your plate, you made sure to head out of the great hall early to gain some control of the situation. You’d hate the idea of walking around the library searching for him. You heard Draco continuing the conversation down the table and you decided to take the opportunity to pass down the Gryffindor table trying to be inconspicuous as you avoided walking down his way. You smiled at a few of the students as you passed, mistakenly looking over at the wrong moment again making eye contact with Draco. His face was stoic and inquisitive, his brow rising slightly towards you as you walked past. So much for a quiet exit you thought

Once you had the all clear from the dining hall you practically rushed up the winding stairs to the library, trying to take as little time as possible to find a seat and calm your nerves before he eventually arrived. Your heart thumping and chest heaving from all the stairs - you pass Mrs. Pince with a smile trying to catch your breath. Spotting two empty velvet chairs you make your way over finding a position facing the door so in no way could he sneak up on you.

You weren’t entirely sure why you were so nervous and persnickety about all of your actions, but you felt out of your element. He almost had the upper hand with confidence and academic knowledge you felt you had to prepare yourself in any way possible. Laying out your notes and textbook you waited patiently, watching the clock like a hawk.

Minutes passed as it struck 7:20, 10 minutes before dinner would be finished serving.

7:30. Dinner was cleared magically on the top of the minute. He probably would be up in a few minutes

7:40 No sign of him yet but probably any minute now

7:45 You start picking the skin on your nails trying not to look stood up.

7:50 20 minutes passed after dinner. You suppose technically he didn’t say what time he would arrive.

it strikes 8:30. Any positive inclinations you had he would show up have disappeared.

The clock echoed its chime throughout the library. He didn’t show.

Frustrated, you reshuffle your papers, shoving them roughly into your book bag. He was the one who said don’t be late. You quietly exit the library, only the sounds of your shoes tapping against the linoleum. Down the hall you saw a glimmer of blonde hair just barely making it over the stairs. In a huff you rush to the right down the hall avoiding any contact whatsoever. The sounds of his shoes running down the hall made the hair on your arm stand up. You stopped quickly and waited around the corner to see what he would do. You quietly gripped your textbook between your arms holding your breath. He stops in front of the library doors and holds his hand to his chest checking the time on his watch. He sighed to himself, his shoulders slumped and his demeanor noticeably different.

You take a step back not thinking of the noise you’d make; the sound of your robes and shoes almost swishing slightly in the dead silence. Draco’s head snaps quickly in your direction, immediately landing his eyes on you. His eyes were red and bloodshot, lip quivering. You’ve never seen him this way. For a second you stand there looking back at him not knowing what to do.

His eyes widened once he realized you could see him in his state. His right arm immediately attempted to brush away any tears left on his cheeks. He shakingly ran his hands through his hair, turning further away from you walking a few steps. You step forward with your hand outstretched -

“Draco, wait.”

Something in you felt the need to help him. He stopped in his tracks, his back still facing you. You slowly approached him with your hand still outstretched. You hesitated for a moment before placing it softly on his shoulder. His head drooped and quiet sobs started pouring out of him. You weren’t sure what to do. You turned him with your hand directing him to face you. Enveloping his tall frame in a hug. The feeling of his body trembling was concerning to you, but you let him cry and try to comfort him as best you could. You rub his back as he continues to cry into your shoulder. The sound of his hiccups almost made your eyes well. He sounded so hurt, so broken.

“shhh it’s okay” you whisper. You stop rubbing his back and just hold

him for a minute feeling his heartbeat slow down.. He pulled back and wiped his eyes with his sleeve

“That was embarrassing.” He said quietly, unable to look you in the eye.

“No it wasn’t. Don’t worry.”

You try to read the expression on his face, his hands practically covering most of it. You reach over and hold his forearm.

“I'm serious, it's okay. This can stay up here just between us.” You reassure. You weren’t sure if he wanted to talk but you could understand that he probably wanted to keep this public display of emotions private. He looked at you with a sense of relief. He sniffled slightly before speaking,

“My father expects the most out of me. So many people expect absurd things from me. Heaven forbid I try to just been a student.” His voice was raspy, almost stuffy from the tears but full of anger practically spitting as he talked. You stand quietly just listening to him.

“it’s fine you don’t understand.” He said turning,, that tough persona peaking through. You roll your eyes.

“I may not understand but I can empathize. I'm not a monster.” You say seriously towards him. His gaze softens.

“Right, I'm sorry.” The hallway was quiet between you two. It was late and often students were bed in their common rooms by now.

“I’m sorry for being late. Or practically not showing up at all.” Draco mumbled. You tilted your head and smiled at him.

“I think I'll get over it.” you laugh quietly. A yawn overtakes your features. Draco takes another look at his watch and back at you.

“Maybe we should head back.. to the common room i mean.” He said quietly shuffling his feet towards the staircase. You nod and walk next to him. You both walk down the stairs, bumping into each other slightly as the staircases moved and twisted under your feet.

Having already had such a heartfelt moment earlier, it didn’t even occur to you how often your hands were brushing against each other . After a few times, Draco looked down at you wondering if you were intentionally touching his hand.

Though slightly frustrated and missing your comfort from before, his pinky finger linked with yours as they brushed against each other again. Your heart raced as you both walked down the halls, your hand swinging lightly with each step. It wasn’t until you arrived at the entrance of the Slytherin common room when he let go of your hand. your heart sank but immediately was refilled with butterflies as he looked at you revealing the password and opening the hatch. He placed his hand on the small of your back ushering you in first following close behind.

The common room was quiet and typical of a Monday night. Most students were in bed by now attempting to get any last bit of sleep they could. Draco stopped and grabbed your hand, turning you around in your spot.

“I truly am sorry for leaving you alone in the library.” His fingers brushed the top of your knuckles. You tried your best to not look flustered as you look at his face, almost reflective in the dim lighting of the dungeon.

“I promise it will not happen again” He tilted his head down, looking at you with his lips slightly parted. All you could do was nod your head in agreement and smile.

He took your hand and brought it to his lips, planting a small kiss sending shivers up your spine. You giggled quietly, making Draco smirk. Even though you could tell he was exhausted, his eyes had a small fire behind them, almost staring right through you. He let your hand go resting back at your side, only the sound of the crackling fire between you. You take a step back away from him, still keeping eye contact.

“Don’t make me sit alone at potions tomorrow.” You say quietly pointing your finger back at him. The smirk on his face grew wider as he watched you walk backwards. He soon started looking up and down your body, taking the time to acknowledge all of you. The way you cared for him up at the library almost enshrined this new vision of you in his mind.

It was true, you weren’t like other girls but he had to find out more for himself.

[doobledabbadoo]

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

[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

[chickie456-chickencoop]

Page 5 of DALESWAMP...

Mr. Persnickety- Cyborg 🦾

📗 Book info link - HERE

(Once a worker for the labs...now he's gone rogue...what could of possibly happened...⚠️)

[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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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-