#porky fellow

[sahnejungsliebhaber]

Je mehr Torten er isst, desto sahniger wird dieser Bursche.

The more cakes he eats, the creamier he gets.

[h0neygh0ul]

Fem DafPork + Fem Bugs!!

Imma be honest this is just super self indulgent and that’s about it,,,

[sahnejungs-reaktion]

Ich würde sagen für bauchnabelfrei ist es noch etwas zu groß. Da solltest du noch dir zwanzig Pfund drauffuttern - dann ist es perfekt.

This still fits right ?

[stilldoingscience]

you are so correct for being a razia's shadow fan AND a mother fan.

i actually have an entire toba the tura animatic planned out. its between the dark dragon and porky after m3. maybe u will get to see that over the summer at some point 🙏

listen this message is amazing and 🫡 I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you in the dear hunter tag.. so as a fellow mother, razias shadow, and TDH fan I’m very excited to see anything made! toba the turas such a great song for them

[ducktracy]

here is a smattering of some of my favorite animation anecdotes concerning the WB guys—will probably add onto this last as i remember and discover more, but the public deserves to hear them:

Corny Cole told Chuck Jones that he can "take your Daffy Duck and you can ram him up your asshole" after Jones was dissatisfied with Cole's storyboard pitch for a cartoon because it was not "my Daffy Duck".

Tedd Pierce got his ear bitten by someone's pet monkey at a bar and required both bandages and shots

the writers had to slip fake drawings of Porky in a storyboard pitch for an unrelated cartoon to trick Leon Schlesinger into giving his approval because he would be largely apathetic otherwise

Rod Scribner famously hated Art Davis and decided to play a prank on him by tipping a phone booth he was in 45 degrees, prompting Davis to fall, which then prompts Scribner to tip it back up and run away laughing

additionally, Scribner and Bill Melendez would tip bookcases over and drop loud objects on the floor to distract the Freleng and Jones unit animators below them and, in Melendez's words, "Friz's guys were great because they would fight back"

cameraman Smokey Garner asked to be paid in cash because he feared the feds would get him if they had his information via check--he was eventually talked into receiving checks... until the feds visited him a few weeks later for something else unrelated

animator Tom Ray once got so mad that he opened a window to let some fresh air in, but the glass shattered, completely desecrated his arm and he had to be rushed to the hospital by fellow animator Art Leonardi

the studio often held yearly square dances, and Chuck Jones in particular was a huge square dance junkie; Hillbilly Hare owes its existence to these square dances

lighting film nitrates, if wound tight enough, would prompt them to smolder but not combust; the studio once had to be evacuated and the fire department called because of said self-made smoke bomb

Corny Cole and Willie Ito once got so drunk at a lunch together that Ito ended up vomiting all over Chuck Jones’ office

[twothpaste]

some PSI headcanons

Ness' PSI developed from a very young age, but never grew powerful enough to do anything particularly impressive 'til he went on his journey. A little bit of clumsy wimpy telekinesis, usually dropping stuff in the process. Mending small cuts & scrapes. Talkin' to dogs. Nothing too flashy, almost mundane even. His efforts to practice or show off usually ended in goofish blunders, or incredulity from others. While his best bud Porky flip-flopped between jealousy and dismissal. So Ness grew up feeling sort of insecure about his abilities. Meeting Paula & Poo was kind of a game changer for him, realizing he really wasn't a lone psychic weirdo.

Paula was well-known for her PSI in Twoson. Practically Ness' opposite, she was a natural child prodigy. Loved to show off her abilities like party tricks, much to the delight and amazement of her community. Her mother encouraged it, kinda parading her around (vicariously soaking up the praise & awe). She's never been ashamed of her powers, but did grow to feel misunderstood & a little taken advantage of when she realized most folks (her mother included) just saw them as a novelty. Her visions of Ness are actually a rare precognitive ability. However, Paula can't exactly provoke visions on command, and can't tell whether or not the futures she sees are set in stone. Since she's got so much proud finesse over her offensive PSI, having little control over her precognition actually frustrates her to no end. Meeting Ness & Poo humbles her, and comes as a huge relief when she finally has fellow psychics in her life who really get it.

Poo's trained with fellow psychics all his life, but was taught only to use his powers under formal discipline. When he meets a little fat kid who telekinetically juggles chicken wings, and a snarky girl who uses PK Thunder for static electricity pranks, he's kind of blown away. The freedom granted by using his powers loosely & Teleporting around the globe cannot be understated. Dude lowkey develops a bit of a rebellious streak, finding crafty ways to employ PSI for fun. He can definitely read minds, which probably unnerves his friends at first. I like to imagine he can't learn PK Fire 'cause it embodies a sort of brazen fury that just isn't present in Poo's character - whereas Thunder and Freeze are more focused and composed.

Lucas n' Claus had latent psychic abilities from birth - but contrasted with Ness' flashback where he was using telekinesis as a baby, I get the impression they were comparatively late bloomers. Maybe due to their hometown upbringing; Tazmily's defined at its core by such a profoundly repressed peace, after all… They could communicate with animals, and assumed everyone else could too (adults lackadaisically humored their babbles about whatever Boney was sayin'). They had a strong telepathic link with each other, and assumed that was just a normal twin thing. It's interesting how trauma, urgency, and an implied survival instinct is what "awakens" their true potential. I could probably make a whole post about that alone, oh no, I'll go on instead.

Since he didn't grow up actively using PSI, Lucas tends to forget he has it, and often overlooks or forgoes its practical applications. He rarely uses telekinesis, he cleans & bandages wounds before recalling he can use Lifeup, he doesn't often consciously employ his empathic abilities. Said empathic abilities are extremely potent, though. Kid picks up on everybody's feelings all the time, and can never quite tell if it's a psychic thing or his anxiety or just his natural compassion for others. He can't actually read the minds of strangers though - the mere possibility is deeply unnerving to him. He can passively hear Claus' thoughts (or ominous lack thereof 😶). And he's at least sorta sensitive to the thoughts of other folks he's grown dearly close to (Kuma, Duster, Flint post-reconciliation, etc).

The Masked Man's powerful PSI is all just tightly-channeled fear and rage and love and despair, so warped beyond recognition that neither he nor his handlers can correctly identify it. Fassad trained him through dubiously brutal methods, forcing him to inflict pain, conditioning his subconscious mind to relish what little power it could wield over its surroundings. My post-canon Claus goes through a long phase where he swears off PSI, afraid of its potential, convinced he doesn't deserve it. Only for it to re-emerge from his fingertips anyways in moments of stress or concern (oops, sorry little dude, it is a fundamental part of who you are). Once Lucas n' Kuma show him how to use it in a healthy way, Claus does a 180, eager to reclaim it. He's got all of the same abilities as Lucas (including Lifeup & Shields, which'd been thoroughly repressed along with the rest of his compassion, before). His empathic capacity is literally the same too - but since Claus ain't nearly as emotionally intelligent as his brother, and his head's usually rattling with his own mess of feelings, he can't often make much sense of other peoples'. It kinda just forms a layer of background noise, which he tends to tune out. As his disabilities progress with age, he grows more comfortable relying on telekinesis.

Kumatora's such a natural psychic, she was literally having telekinetic fire-breathing tantrums as an infant. Which is the main reason why the Tazmilians passed her onto the Magifolk, knowing they'd be able to raise her better than a bunch o' amnesiac bumpkins ever could. Though not exactly structured or formal, her training was baked into her upbringing. Thus, PSI's baked into her everyday lifestyle. It's hard for Kuma not to use her powers casually, to fetch writing utensils from across the room, or heat her tea with PK Fire, or overhear your thoughts and respond to them aloud. (Probably a hilarious challenge when she was posing as Violet). She was the only human psychic she'd ever known, right up until Lucas rolled up packing new powers he was mildly to severely frightened of. It's only thanks to Kuma that he learned how to handle himself with care and confidence. And only thanks to Kuma that the postgame world's got any proper knowledge about PSI. I like to imagine she offers tutelage to any new psychics that may emerge. The one person who's left to bear PSI's history and proper training methods, carrying on a tradition passed down by her guardians…

I headcanon all psychics have telekinesis, but some are better or worse at it than others. And they all have some degree of telepathy, though very few are focused & skilled enough to straight up read minds. Communicating with animals falls somewhere relatively low along the same scale. They can learn techniques from each other (a la the adorable explanation given for Ness & Lucas' Smash Bros movesets) - but it takes a long period of dedicated one-on-one teaching, hence why we don't see it happen during the fast-paced storylines of the Mother games. Though PSI is very uncommon, it isn't really hereditary, and can manifest in literally any rando. But it does appear more often in some locations / populations than others (ie. Dalaam as a place of longstanding psionic spiritual traditions, Nowhere as a blessed place sitting atop a draconic embodiment of the Earth's power, you get the idea 🤷‍♂️). I like to portray it more as a cerebral brain power than a 1-to-1 with fantasy magic. It does have a wishy-washy hippie sorta vibe to it though. Something that comes from a connection to Mother Earth, a way to channel emotions and love and the gift of life itself.

(I personally find M1's explanation for PSI's origin incompatible with the other two games, which both present a much more grounded, ancient, and Earthly take on it. Which is fine, since M2 plays out more like a reboot than a sequel anyways. But in an earnest effort to try and connect the threads, maybe PSI is simply a kind of power that exists within every planet? Thus, when George "steals" the secrets of PSI, he's learning how humans can unlock the powers granted by the Earth, the same way aliens presumably unlocked the powers of their homeworlds?? Who knows.)

[sahnejungs-reaktion]

Oh man, er schleppt ein Zentner Speck mit sich herum, aber hält sich für kräftig gebaut. Du bist nicht fit - du bist fett!

Oh man, he's carrying around a hundredweight of flab, but thinks he's built strong. You're not fit - you're fat!

[maxslibrary]

Could you do some headcanons of the Looney tunes meeting a gen z reader? idk maybe its one of the Looney tunes extended family and they just decided to take the reader with Them (bc why not) and the other Looney tunes is confused because they don’t what the actual fuck the reader is saying bc of gen z slang?

[Gen Z Reader x Looney Tunes Gang Scenarios]

(Oh god I'm gonna love writing this. I decided to go with the main gang! Hope you don't mind!)

🐰Bugs Bunny🐰

You let the word "BASED!" slip in front of him.

"Based on..what?"

He said, literally not knowing what the heck you were saying. After a bit of laughter you begin to explain it to him.

"Oh! Yeah.. Based. Based."

He kind of like, trails off when he says that because he's still genuinely confused.

I imagine he typically sticks to the slang he's used to, however there's been a few times where he's tried to use modern slang.. it typically does not go well but at least he falls with grace.

🦆Daffy Duck🦆

When you first let the slang slip Daffy is absolutely confused. He's unsure of what you just said and more importantly: did you just insult him?

"Whatda mean "Cringefail?????""

bro is flabbergasted. You explain it to him and he's even more confused. But then you say it's modern lingo and he nods.

He starts using modern terms and it's BAD.

He throws around "Based" and "Cringefail" like NOBODIES business. He thinks he's hot shit now. (VERRYYY "how do you do fellow kids")

Eventually he has to be told that he was NOT pulling it off and he hesitantly stopped.

🐽Porky Pig🐽

Porky was trying to bake something. Nothing more, nothing less. Then you suddenly call him "A malewife".

"W-W-Whatsa..W-Whatsa m-m-malewife?"

You assure him, it's not a negative thing! After you explain he takes it sort of like a complement. He still doesn't fully understand but hey! He's a Malewife I guess!

He'll go up to the others and be like "Y-Ya know! Y/N called me a male wife and I-I-I think that's pretty n-n-n-nea-n-ne..swell!"

He doesn't use any terms himself BUT he does try and ask for you to explain some of them to him.

🚩Marvin The Martian🚩

INSTANTLY after you say the word Marvin is confused to hell in back. What EARTHLING dialect WAS THIS?

"Earthling what on MARS is a BOGOS BINTED???"

You explain to him that it's an internet joke and he's even MORE confused. He paces around trying to think of what exactly to say.

You show him the video and he just kind of stares for a second before squinting at you.

"... Is that EARTH humor?"

You confirm that it is yes. Earth humor.

"Weird."

He then proceeds to walk away, before chuckling to himself.

🧨Wile E Coyote🧨

Wile overhears what you say and puts a hand to his chest.

"My word what.. what WAS that?"

Rinse and repeat, you explain to him and he is utterly baffled.

"Ah this is the modern dialect of the youth. I understand"

He proceeds to talk about how he feels older dialect is much less "Timeless" and such. But he humors you.

He does little laughs whenever you use the terms. You can't tell if it's out of genuine fondness or it's meant to mock you.

"Ah yes. Swag. What a word."

Yeah you literally cannot tell.

Road Runner Dabs.

[ask-the-fever-four]

Did Lucas ever meet that porky fellow?

Well... yeah. Not in a good way, though.

I actually feel bad for Lucas and Claus. You saw their reactions to him back then yourself.

Yeah...

[hellsite-yano]

really enjoying the minecraft posts, porky, they're a warm and cozy little moment in my day. I go "I wonder what that chucklesome pig fellow is up to" and open your tumblr. and there's a post like "this big dickhead mountain has too much Not My House in it!!!" and I sip my coffee and go "yea" and feel a little bit better for the rest of the day. glad you're having fun.

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

who’s your fav composer

Hey!!! :)) that’s such a good question!!! and very tricky. I have a lot of composers that are close to my heart—probably the most notable ones are Brahms, Tchaikovsky, Prokofiev, and Shostakovich. (Tchaik, Porky, Shosty.) Brahms and Tchaik for me are personal composers because of my Queer Brahms Thesis and Tchaik being one of the first “figures” anyone ever talked to me about being gay…I remember when my mom told me that Tchaikovsky loved men, I was playing his violin concerto and it stuck with me hard. Both of them have some of the most beautiful melodies I’ve ever heard, shout-out to the one moment in Tchaik concerto first movement where the violin plays the first theme soft and delicate and arpeggiated like a dance. Holy shit. And the second theme of Brahms concerto first movement hurts my heart, it’s unspeakably beautiful. My Queer Brahms Thesis actually started before I had any real evidence for it, simply based off of his melodies—I was certain as a queer kid that nobody but a queer person could write melodies like that. Also (getting even more into the weeds) there’s such a fascinating focus on the subdominant in Brahms’ music (feminine, unexpected, beautiful), over the more classic dominant of Beethoven and such. I have other evidence for the Queer Brahms Thesis now that I know more about his life but it all started with my love of his music

Shosty and Porky are composers that I grew into loving. The Shostakovich violin concerto no1 has long been essentially my favorite piece of music of all time, particularly the third movement and the cadenza, the third movement is this dark sad hopeful song over the terrifying overwhelming repetitive bass, and the cadenza is a masterpiece of growing so gradually from this slow barely-there thing to something that is huge and angry and screaming. I played the Prokofiev second violin sonata growing up and fell deeply in love with it, it’s another one of my favorite pieces, and I was working on his second violin concerto at a really difficult time in my life, and it was one of the most important and cathartic parts of my relationship with music and with myself at the time. I love the way that Shosty and Porky’s music deals with anger and ugliness, the way that it doesn’t shy away from horror, it doesn’t prioritize aesthetic over all. And their music understands that beauty can also be horrifying and ugly, and angry, and that makes it more beautiful.

Gonna stop there cause I could rant about this stuff for a long long long time. Thank you so much for the ask fellow musician <3 :)))))

[tomoleary]

“27x41" one-sheet stock poster for Warner Bros. Looney Tunes and Merry Melodies cartoons. ©1952 Warner Bros. Poster features great image of Bugs Bunny at artist's desk, painting pictures of fellow Looney Tunes characters, Elmer Fudd, Porky Pig, Daffy Duck, Tweety Bird and Sniffles the Mouse. The 1950s were an incredibly prolific time for Warner Bros. cartoon studios, w/many of their best and most fondly remembered shorts being released during this time. It was common for the studio to release stock posters for their cartoons, and this style is a favorite of animation collectors.”

[bowsnbots]

// Inserts a Torment Nexus Star ⭐ into the inbox -

Bashing Our Muses Together Like Action Figures [Accepting!]

Hmm. If I am truly being honest, I think Omino needs to visit the Torment Nexus. He loves his best friend, The Vigilante, who runs the Torment Nexus now that Fake Noise is out of a job. I do think Omino loves the Torment Nexus so much that his friends, like Mimi and Papeeno, should come see how The Vigilante treats his good friend Omino and maybe, as thanks, Papeeno can force feed offer this cheeseslime one of his famous Best-a Pizza Town-A and kill him instantly—

This was already established on the other side, but I do think Mega Man should meet Gwen! Frankly, I think he'd have fun meeting any of the gunners, including Mimi. Tough-as-nails person with an arm cannon is not new territory for the bot, and frankly, I think he'd geek out a little interacting with one of them, probably more-so Gwen, since she's the friendlier of the ones I know. Plus she's dating Jae, who's Dr. Light's daughter, I'm told, so they're basically family! I think he'd probably have a lot of technical questions that I'm... not even sure they'd be able to answer. They can direct him to Guest F. He'll kill her probably.

...Actually, if Guest F met Porky, do you think the world would explode—

I'm seconding that Cream and Mimi would make for funny friends. I never would've considered it myself, despite Mimi reminding me a little of IDW Gemerl (Cream's protector), but it's genius. You know the "I'm not afraid of you" thing that was going around a few years back? Like that, but it ends in friendship. Like if Cheese had a really strong gun. Frankly, I've thought about putting Gemerl back on the multi, and I think they'd eventually get along, too. The only thing stopping me is that I'd have to read IDW.

I'm going through the muse list, glancing over characters I missed a lot of during my absence, or characters I caught glimpses of but don't have the full picture for, and first impressions are that this Guest A fellow reminds me just enough of Doctor Light that I think they should talk about cargo shorts together, or whatever it is dads talk about in their free time. And, you know, maybe the creating a new kind of entity thing, but the cargo shorts thing is pretty important, we should probably get that out of the way first. I may be missing the mark entirely here, but the mental image was funny enough that I figured I should put it down.

[commandernachos]

idk what im doing out here but haiiii fellow porky fan. you GET it. godspeed may your crops be watered and the harvest bountiful 🫡

Thank you, you too fellow Porky fan 😌

If you haven't already, check out @eegasleega-will-change-this-l8r because she has GREAT characater analysis of him

[calebvanponeisen]

The Post-Halloween Contest

In the early nineties, my youthful mistakes had caught up to me and I was broke. I was two months behind on rent, trapped completely alone in a shit job that barely covered the bills. No friends, no family, no one. Solitude didn’t bother me as an introvert, but life was still a struggle. So much so that I scavenged discarded cigarettes butts from the street to feel a small relief from the grim reality of life.

Now, I can’t remember the exact year. Might’ve been ‘92 or ‘93. But the day is etched into my brain until dementia absolves me from my memories or my life meets a bitter end. It was a stone-cold November day, and my unpaid bills meant no warmth awaited me at home.

That day, the 12th of November, I made a stupid decision. As I trudged back home from my shitty delivery job, I gathered as many pieces of paper as I could find in the trash or on the street. Yeah, I was about to make a campfire inside my apartment and risk the lives of every poor soul in my complex. Desperation does drive people to madness, and those of you who’ve experienced the tortures of prolonged hunger, cold, and frustration might understand my plight.

Just as I was about to ignite my makeshift campfire, an ad in a crumpled newspaper caught my eye. It read something along the lines:

“Post-Halloween Head Carvers Wanted. Free contest. Top Prizes $500, $300, $150. All Participants Get $25. Address: xxx. 13th Nov. 2100~”

The prospect of earning $25 just for participating in a pumpkin carving contest, with the potential to win hundreds more, was too enticing to ignore. That glimmer of hope may have saved my life and those of my neighbors at that time.

The following day, my shitty job didn’t seem that bad after all. I knew that that night, Friday 13th, I’d earn at least a day’s wage in a single night. As soon as my shift ended, I rushed to the location, the piece of paper safely tucked in my pocket.

The neighborhood wasn’t one of my favorites, and the narrow alley leading to the venue made me very uncomfortable. I remember hoping that I wouldn’t get mugged.

At the end of the alley was a black metal door marked with a sign reading “Nov. 13th Contest”. I had finally arrived. Three knocks on the door later, a pair of eyes peered through a peephole, followed by a gruff voice asking my business.

I showed him the ad, and with a clank and a squeak, the door swung open, revealing another narrow path without roof.

“Down that alley, second door to the left,” said the man who looked like the bastard child of Dracula and Frankenstein’s monster, snatching the ad from my hands.

Beyond the wooden door lay an underground hangar, it’s chilly atmosphere momentarily making me consider retreating. But the sight of the other participants, about three dozen or so, each standing before a table equipped with the necessary tools, made me a little more comfortable.

A porky man wobbled to the entrance and greeted me.

“Heya fellow,” he said in a friendly voice. “First time here I recon?”

“Er, yes,” I hesitated.

“You know why you’re here?” he winked.

“Of course, I do. I’m here for the first prize,” I jokingly said.

“Great,” he said, apparently relieved. “We’re still awaiting a few more guests. You can take that table over there,” he pointed somewhere in the middle of the room.

The metallic tables blended seamlessly with the similarly colored tools, fitting the industrial aesthetic of the place. Having some time to kill, I began to observe the other participants, who were a mix of weirdos bordering on the bizarre. But being a badly dressed, broke guy myself, I kinda shrugged it off, attributing their odd behavior to nerves or anticipation of the competition.

Twenty minutes later, the door behind me shut with a loud bang. The portly man from earlier ascended a small podium, his voice resonating throughout the cavernous space, even without a mic. He laid down the rules and carts began to circulate.

“… and this time, keep it to carving only. Understood, Jack?” The man on the podium directed his gaze towards ‘Jack’, a middle-aged man with a weird head tick who grumbled and nodded simultaneously.

“This time,” the man on the podium continued, “you won’t have the luxury of choosing your head. Haven’t been able to procure enough, so we’re distributing them randomly. No exchange, understood?”

In unison, all participants responded, “Yes sir.”

As the carts drew nearer, I noticed something off about them. It wasn’t until one was banged on my table that I realized the horrible truth. My ‘pumpkin’ was the severed head of a young woman. The sight was so shocking that I wanted to scream my lungs out.

The other participants seemed unfazed by the gruesome spectacle. I tentatively touched the head on my table, its lifelike texture making me recoil in shivers. My brain refused to believe it was real. I convinced myself that it was a prop and tried to regain my composure.

“And begin! You have an hour,” the porky man’s voice echoed. I had almost forgotten about the competition at that point.

I watched in horror how the other participants carved into the faces as if they were mere pumpkins. It became very clear that these weren’t props. I was shivering uncontrollably, staring at the head in front of me. There was no way I could bring myself to desecrate the face of an actual human being.

The man on the podium, whom I call Porky, approached, noticing my hesitation.

“What’s the matter?” he scowled.

“Er, I- I’m a little cold,” I stammered. “Didn’t bring my good coat.”

“Ah well. Be better prepared next time. Now, come on. Carve your head. You’ve already lost five minutes.”

I picked up the knife with my trembling hand, aware of Porky’s watchful gaze. So many thoughts ran through my head, like explaining how this was all a big mistake. Or perhaps I should bolt it. Or… Or do something, anything to avoid committing this perverse act unworthy of even the grossest of human beings.

But I knew. Yes, I knew. Any sign of dissent or attempt to flee would result in my premature death. Maybe my head would even end up in a freezer until the next event, just like this poor woman. How did she even end up here, I wondered.

Too afraid to act with decency, I began to slice my kitchen knife in her eye socket, focusing on making the smallest cuts possible to buy time. And also to keep my meager supper inside my stomach. A few cuts later, Porky had seen enough to leave me alone.

Somehow, I had managed to keep my composure until the end of the hour without throwing up or passing out. And, after the award ceremony, which my mind mercifully erased, I received my participation money. I was actually relieved that I hadn’t received a prize. Had I, I don’t think I’d have had the power to stay alive until this day.

After I left the place, I rushed to the nearby park to wash my hands, then returned home, curled up into a ball, unable to sleep for the rest of the night.

I considered telling the cops, but what then? Would they even believe me? Even if they did, I could be arrested for complicity.

With the first rays of sunlight, I found myself inexplicably drawn back to the site of the previous night’s horror. I needed to confirm whether the events were a product of my frayed sanity or a frightening reality.

I knocked on the door, unsure of what to do if confronted by the same pair of angry eyes that had peered at me the night before. Fortunately, nothing happened. I knocked again, and again. No answer.

With no one around the area, I climbed over the door and ventured inside. It was a simple door leading to an open hallway. From there, I retraced my steps until I was at the hangar’s door, which, oddly enough, creaked open as I turned the round handle.

A voice in my head screamed at me to flee, but I was compelled to enter the now-empty hangar, devoid of tables, tools, and Porky. Each echoing step amplified my anxiety. Despite my fear, I had to know whether this had been just a nightmare induced by the cold, insomnia, and hunger of the past few weeks.

As I explored the vacant hangar, a small piece of brain tissue and some bloodstains where my table had been confirmed my worst fears. It had all been real.

Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind me, sending me into a panic. I sprinted towards the exit, my mind conjuring images of a monstrous creature lurking in the shadows, whose hairy tentacles were always mere inches from pulling me into the dark abyss.

The door’s round handle kept spinning as I tried to open it. I repeatedly kicked the door, but it wouldn’t budge. In desperation, I climbed up a thick pipe I had spotted before, and broke a window to escape, the fear of being pursued by some unseen horror fueling my desperation. Miraculously the glass didn’t injure me, and I escaped through the roof side.

Despite my mind still reeling from the nightmarish experience, necessity drove me back to work that day. In the following weeks, I sought better employment, eventually landing an office job at a respectable company. Despite the low pay, it offered a glimmer of hope – a chance to leave the city and my nightmare behind.

Unfortunately, as it happens, one year passed without securing the funds to relocate. I scoured every newspaper after Halloween, hoping to find a similar ad and alert the authorities, but to no avail. And yes, like a fool, I even revisited the site on the same day, knocking on the door, but no one answered.

Haunted by the gruesome event and frustrated by my inability to prove its occurrence, I focused on advancing my career. Less than a year later, I moved to a city hundreds of miles away, vowing to never return, as the memory of that night is forever etched in my mind.

Over the years, I’ve tried to date women on several occasions, but the sight of a woman’s face, eyes closed, was reminiscent of the woman’s face I carved. Unable to overcome that trauma, I resigned myself to a solitary existence, haunted by the fear that one day, Porky might find me and turn me into a prop for their macabre contest.

And today, the 13th of November, I know that sleep will elude me, like it has every year on this date since that cursed day. With the darkness of the night, I am reminded that the monsters we fear are not hiding under our beds or inside the closet but walking among us. The most terrifying horrors do not lurk in the shadow; they hide in plain sight.

[ducktracy]

hello again! hope you are doing well ^^ recently, I’ve been on a bit of a popeye craze as of late, truly I think popeye and his crazy band of characters are the epitome of my childhood lol and I was hoping to ask you- as I am also trying to explain to a good friend of mine the different eras of popeye through the cartoon’s entire run- the pros and cons each era has to offer with every iteration of the cartoon lol, including the film (which I actually haven’t seen yet!) it’s insane to me to think about jack mercer voicing popeye for so, SO many years and yet, I feel there’s so little we know about him y’know? plus, that same friend and I spoke about the relevance of popeye in today’s world and how it feels he’s lost relevance sadly, I don’t personally think he’s regarded as one of the famous cartoon characters nowadays, which I’m honestly quite broken up by tbh. I feel the best example of this could be the cancelled animated popeye film, but that might be a story for another day lmao. ty for reading all this btw!

HIYA!! I LOVE THIS ASK!! i’m so flattered more people are beginning to associate me with Popeye 🥹 here’s my brief sales pitch of “watch Seasin’s Greetinks and Let’s Celebrake before the holidays are over”!!! while its on my mind! and a personal reminder to myself because i haven’t either yet! BUT, MOVING ON..

YEAH!!! IT IS CRAZY, Popeye used to be SUPER iconic! evidently Bob Clampett was excited to get Warren Foster on board as a writer because he knew he had written some of the Popeye shorts, and he sure enough has slipped a few Popeye jokes in his cartoons (and animated the Popeye chick in Porky’s Garden!) Mike Maltese was also a Popeye writer turned famous Warner guy… Popeye was not only revered by the public, but fellow cartoonists! as it absolutely should!

AND YES Jack Mercer was on the saddle for a LOOOONG time!! Mae Questel was the first of the main voice actors to solidify, stepping into Olive on and off in 1934 whereas Gus Wicke (who is the definitive Bluto to me, sorry Jackson Beck, and maybe sorry to Pingo Colvig who i love but was NOOOOOT cast well for Bluto) and Jack Mercer stepped into their roles in 1935. you may or may not know this already, but Mercer got the job because he worked as a storyboard artist and would walk around the studio doing Popeye impressions. this made Billy Costello’s replacing on account of his alcoholism and general unreliability pretty easy!

I STILL NEED TO SEE THE 1980 POPEYE MOVIE MYSELF, my uncle (who’s the only person i know irl that’s as much of a cartoon fanatic as i am) was urging me to watch it but it’s slipped in my list of obligations.. i wanna see it! i love movies like that that are proudly… “campy” is the absolute wrong word but for shorthand, campy and warm in its embrace of its silliness. and evidently it’s pretty close to the actual comics, showing Olive’s family (full of Oyl/oil puns!) which is exciting!!

AH MAN! i’m doing lots of rambling myself, but i’m so glad you sent this in!! i really would love to see a resurgence in Popeye’s popularity. as it stands now, the Popeye shorts are right behind LT for my favorite… pretty high praise since i’ve fostered a love of Tom and Jerry since childhood! while it may not be as popular as it once was, people such as yourself taking the time to send in such a thoughtful and kind ask gives me hope! the people don’t know they need Popeye… but with me around, they SOON WILL