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part 2 of the new postman! alfred is nervous :)
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[ID: Five comic pages of a colourful cartoony toyland.
Basil, a black and white cat marionette, is walking down a small road. He reaches a large castle-looking wall with tall golden gates and gatehouse towers on either side. Beyond the wall is a sprawling city. Basil stops to take it all in in the morning light.
BASIL: [whistles] Well Iâll be. Kinda fancy âround here. Got a wall with a big gate and everythingâŠ
Sir Alfred, a nutcracker doll dressed in a red uniform and black cap, is sitting in one of the towers, engrossed in reading a book titled âThe Mystery of the Emerald Spectacles.â He spots Basil through the outward facing window of the gatehouse and quickly sets the book aside and goes to the window, a little flustered.Â
ALFRED: Oh! Hello! Good morning! Ahemâwhat can I help you with, good sir?
B: Well, opening up the gate would be a good start.
A: Right! Yes. My apologies, itâs usually open by now, I was just busy with, ehmâhereâjust a moment.
Alfred cranks the gate open and then joins Basil on the inside of it, now breathless from working the gate crank. Basil marvels at the city.
A: Welcomeâhuff, huffâto Toyhouse Corners!
Alfred dashes over to Basil and holds out his hand.Â
A: Iâm Sir Alfred, the gatekeeper and the town guard. And who might you be?
Basil looks at Alfredâs hand but doesnât shake it.Â
B: âŠBasil. Uh, Postman Basil.Â
A: Postman? Is Gertie out sick today?Â
B: Nope. Iâm the new postman for this areaâso, mostly your fair city, it seems.Â
A: Oh! Hm. I wasnât informed there was to be a switch up. What happened to Gertie?
B: [shrugging] Dunno. Maybe she kicked the bucket?
A: Good heavens! Well, I⊠I mean, I suppose she was getting up in years⊠oh my, how very dreadful.
B: Hold on, you said youâre Sir Alfred, right?
A: Uhm, yes, I am.
Basil digs around in his delivery bag.
B: Youâre my first delivery.
end ID.]
#art#comic#webcomic#toys#nostalgia#toycore#nostalgiacore#comics#original comic#ocs#basil#postman basil#digital art#toyhouse corners#toyhouse corners comic#I'm going to keep posting installments here and rbing them to @toyhousecorners for now#I may switch to posting them directly there at some point
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I miss them đ„ș
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Ngl I just wanted an excuse to draw a bunch of my favs in one drawing.
#natsusa#number24#kirenenko#usavich#fine#twin princess of wonder planet#omori basil#hakone yumoto#cute high earth defense club love#sorbet shark cookie#crk#idv postman#hhm nya ring#susabi#onmyoji#genshin venti#bob animal crossing#angel devil#csm#fanart#draw a character you like
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weezr..,.. bt its [some] of my kin charactrs.,,.,. i didn't draw roxy for comical reasons.,,.
#victor grantz#postman idv#idv#basil omori#basil#omori fanart#omori#tamari ghost and pals#qualia automata#tamari#roxy lalonde#homestuck
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System info + introductions for the alters :D This post is occasionally updated !
Plush (partner) sys!! @n3hmof1sh ^^
Each alter is associated with 1 emoji that we tag Emoji combos = co-con â= blurry, unknown, or we don't have an emoji for them yet
Collectively sex-repulsed asexual & share almost all of the same NDs, though some of us have more heightened ND traits than others
Nitrogenic /srs Give us 1 year of Nitro and we will follow up on the promise to tell you our origins ;3 And hey! If you give us 1 month of Nitro we'll still give you a random one from our list :D
We use both I/me and we/our, please don't use you& for us
Usually we use the term "alter" but we dont mind sysmate/system member/headmate etc, alter is just the shortest lol Do not call us "parts" though!!!
Alter playlists: https://www.youtube.com/@starfilledsys/playlists
Alter intros under cut bc it's very long!
Current host: 𧥠- (hs) Kel He/him Boy Sugar addict ;3 I really like kid stuffs, also Kirby!!!! Age regressor also !!! Rw Hero is my CG :3 Agere blog - @kels-pillow-fort Mm... hav lot of trauma though :< Um... I have hallucinations and delusions sometimes... Role: Swankid, doekid, cardinal
Non-fictives:
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- Blurry They/them
đ - Emu He/she/they/it
â€ïžâđ„ - Aspen/Scarlett She/they, he/it Intraplural (aka subsys) Aspen is an angerholder, Scarlett is just there lol Factive of a mutual and their now split alter Usually chill unless something makes them upset Role: Beesecutor, angerpartialholder
âš - Kiko/Kuki Any pronouns but no non-cat nounself ones
âïž - Frost He/they/xe/it
Fictives:
đ - (rw) Kel He/she/ae/xe Bigenderfluid, pan gaybian, possibly aroflux Furry & obsessed with BMTH Rw Hero is his comfort person In-sys dating Sunny<3 Role: Traumaholder, depressionholder
Genuinely fuck off if you treat me/source like a joke stop it I'm a person too you assholes -đ
đč - (rw) Hero He/him Transmasc, abro pan bi Alterhuman (SilkWing (WOF) hearttype) Really likes bugs and especially dragonflies (very source-divergent lol) Bug blog - @heros-bug-collection Likes to comfort and take care of everyone in the sys, but gets burnt out easily ^^; Is a CG (caregiver) for hs Kel Role: Dear, medic, caregiver
đȘ - Sunny She/he, xe/xim, & xe/xer (primary sets) Rawr/kandi/spark/neon/:3/X3/XD (secondary sets) Genderfluid, gaybian He loves scene and BMTH! In-sys dating rw Kel<3
đȘ· - (rw) Aubrey She/xey/bun Girl, xenogender, bunnygender, & lesbian(?) Really likes bunnies !!
đ» - (rw) Basil He/him? Boy???? He thinks he's pretty and likes that he's pretty :>
đł - (hs) Hero He/him Transmasc Doesn't talk much... don't know much about him Role: (Extreme) anxiety holder
đȘ» - (hs) Mari She/her
𩮠- Hector He/him Gender and romanticity is N/A Shiba inu He's very excitable, and only speaks in barks, even in typing. We have to translate for him any time he talks
đ - (ma) Kel He/him Boy, gay (for Sunny ;3) AUtive from @bananacat76's Magic AU, specifically from the route where he dies Spirit/ghost/angel dog Role: Gatekeeper
đ„ - (DN/TB) Hero He/him Transmasc AUtive Role: Traumaholder, griefholder, depressionholder
đž - (Endless) Aubrey She/petal
đż - (OTWF) hs Basil He/she
âïž - (OTWF) rw Hero He/him
đ§ - (OTWF) rw Kel He/him
đ - (OTWF) Spaceboy He/they/xey/it
đ - (Deep Dive) Stranger They/xey/she
đ - The Empress She/her
đż - The Physician He/đïž
đ - The Postman He/đ
đ - Alula She/her Feathergirl, aromantic Fictive of Alula from OneShot Cal's younger sister
đ - Calamus He/him Featherboy, aromantic Fictive of Calamus from OneShot Lula's older brother
đ - Cedric He/him
đ - Hollyleaf She/her Xenogender (christmasgender) She and Lion are very source-detached since when they introjected it had been a long time since I read the books with them in it lol
đŠ - Lionblaze He/him Agender He's silly and fluffy and honestly kinda similar to our hs Kel fictive personality-wise, but less kid-like
I know source was written in a super boring way but it still makes me sad to be called boring :< -đŠ
đȘ¶ - Beetlepaw/Beetlewing He/him Transmasc OCtive sourced from a mutual's Warrior Cats OC A bit shy and nervous but very sweet :>
đŸ - Gothi She/her
đ - Vicky She/her
đŻ - Kasane Teto She/her, zhe/her, zey/zem, fi/fizz, elle, and a lot more Xenogender (too many to list) Fictive and possibly songtive of Teto from Mesmerizer specifically Enjoys typing quirks, uses s & th -> z quirk in English Sugar addict French apparently?? Almost always refuses to speak English and will only talk in French. Unfortunately we don't know very much French so zhe forces us to use the inaccurate hell that is google translate đ
đ - Little Miss She/her Girl Fictive of Misfortune from Little Misfortune Prefers to be called "Little Miss" or "little lady" Loves glitter and misses Benjamin</3 Please be careful with her ! She's our youngest alter
Babpa! :D -đ
đ€ - Wynn/Mr. Scratch He/him Male Fictive of Wynn from Scary Stories for Young Foxes Despises his source's actions
Fucking ableism... I love Uly, the nuisance who has my name in the book is not me -đ€
đ - Lorena She/her
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đ Welcome to Toyhouse Corners! đ
In the cozy walled city of Toyhouse Corners, plush and plastic citizens lead happy lives full of friendship, local drama, the occasional mystery, and lots of silly antics. When new postman & cynical outsider Basil arrives in town, he is baffled by how perfect everything isâuntil it isnât. Along with the town guard Sir Alfred and lots of other new friends, Basil will discover there are far more complex & sinister things going on in Toyhouse Corners than its cute & sugary facade would suggest. (a comic by @hee-blee-art)
[ read from the beginning ]
[ issue 1 â the new postman | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 coming soon ]
[ special short â humbug ]
[ read toyhouse corners on webtoon ]
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PLEASE tell me about your ocs đ€Č
so this will be a quick summary of everyone I ever mentioned on here (they are not the only aa ocs I have):
- umaru keigo: a medic, a prosecutor, a criminal, a postman, a coward, an incredibly courageous person, the kindest soul, the servant of evil and a malewife all rolled into one. I have a separate post about him and his story! fun fact he lived with manfred von karma. for fifteen years.
- hanma tsumugi: I don't think the world is ready. not yet. but long story short she's a villain she's a tragedy she's irredeemable and unlovable but only because she decided so she's a monster because she kept choosing to be she kept choosing to be a monster because she thought she had no other choice. she's too far gone and I'm not just saying this to convince you she's not, she truly is. she thinks she's the lesser of all evils and does what she need to do to keep her power. she does absolutely horrible things. she thinks she will crumble the second she's left without her power. the sad truth is, it's true.
- basil bonerath: the worst one to ever do it, professional sherlock holmes impersonator, except his sherlock is an absolute dickhead and doesn't even have a watson, a detective in the police force who constantly says all the cops are unreliable corrupt idiots and he's only here because he couldn't make it as private, I unintentionally wrote him to be the most adhd person in the room at any given time, he views all of the events around him as his very own detective story and all the people around him as fictional characters, he assigns most people the role of the background idiot aside from when you impress him, in that case you're either his Villain, whom he has a passion for bordering on erotic, or his mythical Equal who he will never miss an opportunity to pleasantly chat with, meaning he will talk your ears off, and if he deems you as Equal he will inevitably at some point be disappointed in you
- olivia gant: damon's daughter who he loves so so much but unfortunately he could never protect her from the truth! an aspiring social worker (I also thought about giving her a change of majors and getting her to go to politics instead but I'm thinking about it!)
i have many more characters, but I'm kind of not in the space to talk about all the other ones right now,,! but thank you for asking
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The postman hardly looked puzzled. People working at the Grand Central Post Office grow used to strange remarks. They hear so many. They never stop hearing them; they simply stop sending the messages to their brains. Like talking into a telephone with no one on the receiver end.
From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, E.L. Konigsburg
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nobody understands me when i say concept art basil/rowan looks like a mail boy or a postman whatever they're called
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@neighbourhoodtwo
Thanks for that, that makes a lot of sense. And had made me decide I want to make a list of everything I know about British children's television, without Googling, just based on learning through osmosis from panel show references:
- Mr. Blobby was a big thing
- A show called Rainbow featured puppets and one was named Zippy
- Obviously, I am aware of the Saville situation
- Basil Brush was a puppet fox
- Blue Peter: show where they make crafts and get badges, at one point hosted by Konnie Huq, whoâs married to Charlie Brooker
- I think maybe Richard Bacon at some point did something on childrenâs TV, and thatâs why it was so scandalous that he did drugs?
- I think maybe Ant and Dec at some point did childrenâs TV?
- Peppa Pig is British and David Baddielâs wife plays a main character
- There is a man named Postman Pat and he is a cartoon and I think he has a dog, or possibly fights dogs
- Did Noel Edmonds used to do things for kids?
- Maybe Simon Amstell did too?
- Iain Stirling definitely used to do things for kids, but I donât know what
- CBeebies is a childrenâs TV channel and sometimes celebrities read bedtime stories on it
Okay, I think thatâs it. Nothing about Steve Backshall. Sorry for this post having two instances of me primarily knowing a successful woman for her successful male partner, if it helps to make up for that I've taken to referring to Stewart Lee as Bridget Christie's ex-husband.
Yeah, I can see how my pool of references for British kids' TV would be quite small compared to the amount of kids' TV that exists, especially as I believe my fairly small pool spans multiple decades.
I have literally never heard of any of the NYT 2024 contestants. Not just donât know who they are, but I have absolutely never heard any of those names before in any capacity.
I realize thatâs not that surprising, because I live in Canada. But I did think I had an okay grasp on people who are on UK TV. I acquired this grasp by watching a lot of their long- and short-running panel shows, and every time I heard a reference I didnât get, Iâd look it up so Iâd know for next time.
Iâm remembering last year at Just For Laughs, when I went to a club night called Brit-ish that was hosted by Tom Allen, and he referenced Mock the Week, and people cheered. He seemed surprised that the Canadian crowd knew about Mock the Week, which struck me as slightly condescending, thinking a bunch of people who had specifically shown up for a lineup of British comedians would not know about one of their extremely popular mainstream British comedy shows. But then Tom Allen said we might know that but we donât know most British television, do we even know about The One Show?
I did, of course, know about The One Show. I know it as that thing where Jason Manford lost his job due to, in the delicate words of Frankie Boyle, having a wank in a hotel room. When Tom Allen asked that question, my mother even leaned over to me to whisper that she knew what The One Show was, because sheâd watched a lot of WILTY and theyâd had Alex Jones on (not â you know, not that Alex Jones, the Welsh one). My mom isnât nearly as steeped in British television as I am, but even she had picked up on some of that. If you watch enough panel shows, youâre going to pick an understanding of British cultural references and TV personalities even outside of comedy. I know about lots of those. I certainly know about The One Show.
I do not, however, know who a single person on NYT 2024 is. That doesnât mean theyâll be bad. Lots of people Iâve never heard of are very good at many things. Iâm just saying, apparently I donât know as much as Iâd thought about people on British TV.
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Find the Word Tag
after three months of sitting in my notifications.... i have at last found the words.... itâs been a while since working on my stories so thank you dearly @emelkae for the tags. more wip information in my pinned post !
my legion of words ; pain , confuse , thick , graze , race , accurate , flat , because , see , twist , space .
PAIN HURT > Trystan
âWait,â I rasp. Noxious, ragged horror strangles my words. âWait. Iâll do it, Iâll do it, Iâll come back, Annie can do what she wants with me, Iâll even be nice to Basilââ
Magdalena drops down beside me. âItâs too late for that,â she whispers. She tugs my dislocated arm, holds my hand inside hers.
âWait, wait, Mags, donâtââ
The knife slits cleanly across my palm. A long, shallow cut.
It feels like rot. Like malice. It blisters up my arm, grinds ragged through my blood, and hurts like branded damnation. Every nerve is on fire. The Veilâs familiar ash fills my mouth. I shriek my throat bloody. Then, finally, I black out.
CONFUSE > To Forget a Prince
Deya waited for him at the door. Nara could hardly be upset; heâd expected to be cornered eventually. But the timing was dreadful. It was late, Nara was exhausted, and he hadnât prepared a proper argument. Typical circumstances for Deya to host a confrontation.
Straining with a long sigh, Nara finished the walk over.
âIâm not in the mood to do this right now,â he said.
âHow interesting, because I donât give a damn. Why were you protecting those intruders?â
âHm, I recall explaining quite thoroughly to youââ
âDonât try to confuse me,â Deya growled. âI thought this over all day, and Iâve decided youâre a filthy liar.â
THICK > To Forget a Prince
In a barking, broken fury, the hungered fell upon them.
Kon sipped a breath. His first arrow landed hard inside the lead hungeredâs shoulder joint. It stumbled, head bowed, and Diorre swung on the back of its neck. Wooden armor too thick, the strike didnât pierce deeply enough. The hungered shambled free. Grass sprouted from the wound, weaving shut the damage, but the bark was slower to regrow.
With a heave, Diorre buried his axe into the spine. Bark fractured, bones cracked, and rotting flesh spattered as the hungered collapsed. The whole construct shuddered. Vines fought to pull the pieces together â but there was the heartroot, exposed between the shoulder blades. Kon darted his knife. The root snapped in two.
The hungered stilled, the plants wilted and died, and Kon whirled to face the next.
GRAZE > At the Bottom of the Waterfall
Lo stared at her. âIt knew you were here the moment you entered the woods,â they said.
Ysabelle grazed the blood from her nose. âYou could have mentioned.â
âI did tell you. I always tell you. You wonât ever listen.â
Perhaps that was true, so she abandoned the argument. It put a bitter in her mouth. Frustration, failure, and the familiar taste of consequences. There was no action without them. No victory without casualty, no change without loss, and no waking moment without regretting every breath along the way. I didnât have a choice. I hurt so many people. All thoughts led to the Damp.
Lo interrupted. âYour self-pity does not taste very good.â
âWell, thatâs all I can manage at the moment.â
RACE > At the Bottom of the Waterfall
Louis snorted. âAnd what the fuck do you expect to teach me?â
Fabian didnât seem overly phased by the bite in his voice. âYou were curious on the subject, and I wanted to show you. What you learn is up to you.â
âSo, this is charity work?â
Then Fabian braced his jaw, and Louis caught the first glimpse of a motive, carefully guarded in the shade of his eyes. Fabian tried to answer, but he perhaps ran out of fancy words and long-winded distractions because he abandoned the effort and asked instead, âAnd what do you think this is?â
Louis curled his lip. âI donât know why youâd bother lugging me around. Youâre probably trying to steal something from Ysabelle.â
ACCURATE > Bloodhounds
âNeve. Thatâs N-E-âŠâ
âOh,â the postman snapped his fingers and responded finally, âthatâs some sort of singing group, is it?â
âWhat? No.â
âYouâre thinking of Evening Pajamas,â the mail-carrier said. âYeah, that band was cool maybe twenty years agoâŠâ
âNo,â Rowan insisted again, âa person. Iâm looking for a singular human person.â
âOh, like a solo artistâŠ?â
âNo. She doesnât sing. Well, maybe she does as a hobby. Not on the radio. I havenât heard her, anyway. That wouldâve made my life a little easier, hah.â
They stared at him.
Rowan gripped his forehead. He wracked his mind for a stray detail, something he may have accidentally learned through eight and a half months pursuing a nameâbut his memory was generously described as sloppy and more accurately as dogshit. Not all his story was fiction; he really did need to find a Neve Pahâhanna. But Neve, unfortunately, was a good-for-nothing nobody, and those types were harder to sell to strangers for sympathy.
FLAT > To Forget a Prince
âHeâs a Steelguard officer.â
âWas,â Danvi corrected. âAnd so what? Why shouldnât justice catch up with him?â
âThatâs hilarious. You killed him for money, not justice.â
âJust mostly. Anyway, youâre tied up in here with me. Youâre just as guilty.â
Frustration pinched Yuleiâs jaw. âIâm actually innocent.â
âI heard them say they caught you in the dead-center of grey-coat territory. Pretty hefty trespassing charge. Especially if you were swinging a weapon around.â
Yulei flattened her lips and modified her claim. âI might have trespassed a little bit.â
BECAUSE > Trystan
The apartment sucks too, but that isnât my fault. You canât fix cracks in the ceiling, or crooked plumbing that leaks water the wrong color, or a garbage disposal that mostly just shrieks murder and doesnât do any disposing. Well, you could fix it, technically, but Iâm not about to try. Iâm two-hundred short in my rent and asking the landlord for favors isnât really an option.
Usually, itâs alright. Iâm good at adapting. And putting up with bullshit. And living in dumpsters, because Iâve done that most of my life. I can jiggle the door handle just right to make sure it locks, and I know how to wrap the windows to keep out a draft. Iâve got everything under control.
I throw up again in the shower, then gargle mouthwash until I canât remember the taste of last night.
SEE > Bloodhounds
The nosy guard elected not to join the others. âSecuring the perimeter,â he told her, and approached the wagon with an intrigued tilt in the head.
Bones still brittle with the electrocution, Neve blocked his advance.
âDidnât see anyone else with an open wagon,â he drawled, voice a grating mess through his face plate. He leaned against her outstretched arm, inspecting the cargo over her shoulder. âUp to anything in here?â
âSalvaging business, and none of yours. I have orders.â
âAh, and youâre salvaging⊠what is that?â
Tugging his vest was a tragic effort; the towering guard moved like an ironclaw panther and vaulted smoothly inside the wagon. Neve smelled pine and gunpowder as he brushed by. With an exasperated hmm, she scrambled to follow him up the ledge.
TWIST > At the Bottom of the Waterfall
Scarlet fronds lashed her cheeks. She tore past twisted trunks and stumbled over roots and underbrush. Sheâd lost her hat some paces back, but Ysabelle didnât hesitate. Vicious determination burned her onward. âWhere are you, parasite?!â
âMagi good for one thing,â the wispâs voice cameâcrackled like a cooking fire, hissing like raw embers, somewhere on her left, âand that iss dead! hah, hahââ Ysabelle whirled toward it and slashed her palms again.
Trees splinteredâand much too close. Shrapnel slit her cheek and spit over her clothes. Ysabelle stumbled gracelessly, and the wisp laughed again. It boiled her blood hotter. She tasted the sparks on her tongue now. Â
SPACE > To Forget a Prince
Loteri looked terribly lonesome in the war room, surrounded by dust and shadows and rows of empty chairs. Without the apkavna spewing threats, Nara wondered if their conversation might proceed smoothly. But Loteriâs presence was rigid and crumbling. Desolation steeped the space between them. Â
Nara reclaimed some of his composure. Enough to level his gaze to the ice-stained eyes of Loteri the Shade.
What stared back was winter in its worst months, was death beckoning the doomed, was an ancient magic and an ancient creature too old and too cruel to remember its heartbeat. When Loteri slowly rose from his seat, when he spoke quiet and taut with anger, it was the Shadeâs frostbitten voice behind the words. And it ached like felled ambition.
âSo the prince sends his favorite pet to die.â
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a hundred thousand thank youâs to anyone who takes the time to read <3
For the next round of words... eventually , under , glass , eye , seem.
@ everyone ! also @emelkaeâ , @vivjiâ , @writingatfiveinthemorningâ , @wizardfromtheseaâ , @thelittlestspiderâ , @nrivanwritesâ , and @baroquesseâ . with absolutely no pressure !! Iâm never sure who would like to participate, but tag me if you do so I can see :v
#mud writes#writeblr tag games#find the word tag#writeblr#writing prompts#this took me longer than it should have i think but it was a lot of fun going thru my stories again....#i'm finished with the semester so it's time to drag my writing motivation out from the darkest depths of my psyche <3#long post so whoever reads i am in love with you#muddshadow
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part 1 of the new postman is here :) stay tuned for more !
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[ID: Five comic pages of a colourful cartoony toyland.Â
The sun rises over fields that resemble a patchwork quilt. A rooster egg timer character sitting in a nest dings and wakes up. The outside of a rural cottage-style post office is shown. As the rooster crows, two black ears pop up from a bundle of blue blankets in a bed in the apartment above the post office.
Basil, a black and white cat marionette, sits up in bed to stretch. He gets up and gets dressed, brushes his teeth, puts on his long blue jacket and blue cap, and heads out the door of his apartment. In the post office, Basil collects envelopes and packages and puts them in his post bag, then steps outside.Â
BASIL: Right then. I guess I'm really doing this. Better get a move on.
The title appears, reading, "Toyhouse Corners: The New Postman" atop a panel of Basil walking away from the post office down a small road. more text at the bottom reads, "a comic by hee-blee-art."
end ID.]
#art#comic#webcomic#toys#nostalgia#toycore#nostalgiacore#comics#original comic#ocs#basil#postman basil#digital art#toyhouse corners#toyhouse corners comic#edit: I updated the caption and ID to follow the standard that I'm setting up for @toyhousecorners !
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typical behaviour
[image ID: a two panel comic of cartoonish toy characters. in panel 1, basil, a cat marionette, is angrily standing off with alfred, a nutcracker doll. basil says, "who died and put you in charge?" alfred: "someone has to be, and it certainly isn't going to be you." in panel 2, mac, a tall harlequin doll, leans down to whisper with foster, a ragdoll. foster: "are they about to kiss?" mac: "I don't know..." end ID]
#art#comic#comics#gay#queer#toys#toycore#toyhouse corners#basil#postman basil#alfred#sir alfred#mac#foster#original#sketches#my guys tag
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Stath Lets Flats: a Brilliant Sitcom Antidote to Bland Comedy
https://ift.tt/312Q422
As youâll know if you havenât set your Netflix account to stop autoplaying previews, a lot of comedy writing isnât really comedy writing at all, but writing in the shape of comedy. There are rhythmic set-ups and punch lines and pauses for laughter, but whatâs being said is⊠words. Thereâs every appearance of a joke, but nothing inside, just a vacuum where a joke might go. Itâs the TV equivalent of void-fill foam starch packing peanuts; technically edible but with zero nutritional value.
And then thereâs Stath Lets Flats, a comedy so rich in nutrients you could live off it for well over a year. Which fans have had to, because the brilliant second series which won all the awards Bafta could give it, aired all the way back in summer 2019. Series three arrives today, after a delay due to the pandemic and the packed schedules of its increasingly in-demand cast.Â
That cast includes creator Jamie Demetriou, who plays inept Greek-Cypriot lettings agent Stath; Natasia Demetriou, who plays his dopey would-be singer sister Sophie; Katy Wix as career-minded Carole, whoâs what would happen if you put all of the female contestants on The Apprentice into a blender and froze the results into a human-shaped ice lolly; Kiell Smith-Bynoe as the perpetually exasperated Dean; Ellie White as bad girl Eastern European lady postman Katia; and Al Roberts as Al, a man so self-effacing that if you ran him over, heâd apologise for denting your car. There are many, many more, including new series three guest stars Julia Davis and Charlie Cooper, who each bring their own specific oddness to play.Â
Specificity is what makes Stath Lets Flats a delight. Itâs a workplace comedy with a singular vision and tone. Thereâs nothing bland or cookie-cutter about its characters or performances, none of whom weâve quite encountered before. In Stath, there may be a little of David Brentâs awkward attempts to be a smooth operator, a little of Frank Spencerâs childlike ineptitude, a little of Basil Fawltyâs explosive rage or even Manuelâs utter cluelessness⊠but heâs his own thing, an inimitable creation.Â
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Inimitable is right, because Stath impressions are devilishly hard to do. Itâs not just the delivery but the confounding dialogue which speaks to what must be an obsessive level of attention to detail from writer Demetriou. Stath doesnât just get English wrong, he speaks in a wild, vertiginous style that suggests his brain is always two steps behind his mouth, which itself is three steps behind anybody else in a conversation. Stath speaks like a man juggling, but who doesnât know what juggling is. Heâs desperate to say the kinds of things that cool Americans say in cool American films and cool American R&B songs, but is bewildered by words and by imagination. He has far too many of the former, and none of the latter which makes him in awe of anybody who does.
Stathâs hero-worship of the most mundane characters (Al, Sophie) is one of Stath Lets Flatsâ many inversions of the received sitcom voice. So much comedy writing involves characters making waspish swipes and exchanging âwittyâ put-downs that get oohs from the audience but are ignored by other characters in-world. In Stath Lets Flats, nobody speaks in urbane puns or witticisms, but the merest attempt at a joke is met by an uproarious reception. Whatâs really funny isnât how sparkling the dialogue is, but how earnest the characters are. When Al tells Sophie that her âcontribution to the arts in the UK could be so huge,â itâs hilarious because he means it, and well, weâve all heard Sophieâs songs. Stathâs honest belief that unassuming Al is âthe top man in Londonâ whose every word is conversational gold is an endearing character trait and another stroke of genius from the show (there are 34 strokes of genius in total, from Caroleâs milk-based diet to Alâs fluency in Japanese. See diagram below for details). Â
Endearing character traits for Stath were in short supply in series one, something rectified in the second run which offered more of the characterâs clueless vulnerability than his clueless aggression. Series two also developed the love story between Sophie and Al, two characters that anyone would be desperate to see together (the sex, the babies, the supermarket shop, I want to watch it all). The second run also ended with a dramatic event that shows Stath Lets Flats breaking even further out of the traditional sitcom mould, presaging excellent things for series three.Â
With carefully pitched performances, extremely detailed writing, and an unerring devotion to whatâs actually funny as opposed to what sounds like itâs funny, Stath Lets Flats is everything that empty, packing peanut sitcoms arenât: novel, surprising, unique and quite obviously a labour of love. A absolutely comedy.Â
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Stath Lets Flats series 3 starts on Channel 4 on Tuesday the 26th of October at 10.15pm. All episodes will be available to stream on All4 after broadcast.Â
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When I was a small boy, weâd eat out once a year, always at the Berni Inn in Doncaster. The choices were not extensive. To start, it was either grapefruit juice or pineapple juice, and then it was breaded plaice or steak. Mind you, customers were able to choose how theyâd like their meat cooked. For an hour. Or for much, much longer. The vegetables, meanwhile, went into the pot when you booked the table.
I knew this was wrong, even when I was only six, because my dad was a fanatical cook. He would cook for people all day. He cooked for the postman. He cooked for the women who worked for my mum in the barn at the bottom of the garden. And when he ran out of people to cook for, heâd make elaborate cakes for the birds.
He would rise at six so he could start cooking and I still yearn for some of the things he made. Tripe in a simple milk sauce, especially. And his roasted heart was one of the cornerstones of my childhood. Alongside Mungo Jerry, being bullied and the hedgehog-print jeans my mum made for me because Leviâs were too expensive. And which were the root cause of much of the bullying.
Later, in my teens, he would take me to London occasionally, and weâd go to a restaurant at 235 Kingâs Road, which was called 235 Kingâs Road. Or an Italian place on the Earls Court Road called Il Palio, where Bruno the owner and his chef would have furious rows all night long. And then at lunchtime, heâd take me to a place he knew in Marylebone for a salt beef sandwich.
Later, as my mumâs business started to become more successful, weâd go to San Lorenzo in Beauchamp Place and Odinâs, which belonged to Peter Langan. And I didnât like the food they cooked because it wasnât plain. It wasnât simple. It wasnât tripe in a milk sauce. It wasnât roast heart.
Much later, AA Gill did his best to make me understand food and cooking. He would take me to places where the rabbit tasted like bacon and the pigeon like ham, and he would swoon and kiss the chef on the mouth. And Iâd stare wistfully at my pigeon, thinking, âIf Iâd wanted something that tasted like ham, Iâd have ordered ham.â
This is why I despise all provincial restaurants today. And please donât write to tell me about a place your daughter-in-law has just opened in Penrith, because I wonât like that either. In restaurants outside London, itâs always about the chefâs ability to create a visual taste sensation. No oneâs allowed to talk. You are expected to sit there in reverential silence, marvelling at how the single piece of cress is a perfect accompaniment for the bubbles in the broth.
And itâs bollocks. When I go out to eat, itâs because I canât be arsed to do the washing-up. I want exactly what Iâd make at home, only without the faff of making it. Shepherdâs pie. Spaghetti bolognaise. Lamb chops with new potatoes. And no effing sauce. I also donât want a new concept, where I order 876 little things and then share them all with the people on the table by the loo. Or plates made from wood, or metal. I swear to God, restaurants that do this always provide cutlery that you canât hold properly, so you canât stab the waiter.
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What I hate most of all, though, is travelling with film crews. Because when we are abroad, they treat food as fuel. Which means we never walk the streets looking for the sort of restaurant that does home cooking well. They just eat whatever is provided at the hotel, which is almost always like the sort of food you get in Birmingham.
Nicola Formby â aka the Blonde made famous by AA Gillâs reviews â is always suggesting little places in back streets that do great gnocchi on a bed of lightly killed rattlesnake, but I donât want that. I want simple. I had roast grasshoppers in Cambodia and Burma and they were terrific. I had a trout, plucked from the stream next to my table in Croatia, and then grilled. And that was even better. But the absolute best food Iâve ever eaten was a bruschetta in Bologna. Bread. Olive oil. Tomatoes. Basil, probably, and maybe some balsamic vinegar. I canât be sure because after smoking half a million cigarettes, my taste buds have the sensitivity of steel. All I knew is they were really good tomatoes on a really nice piece of bread.I can add another couple of things to this list of culinary triumphs. The chicken pho by a chef called Ms No at the Six Senses Con Dao island resort off Vietnam. And the Dennyâs breakfast experience in any of those Reacher towns in the red bits of America.If you break a perfectly poached egg, and in Dennyâs the poached eggs are always perfect, onto their hash browns, I swear you end up with a taste sensation that would stop Jesus in his tracks. I have searched the world for hash browns made the Dennyâs way, but when theyâre offered, the chef has always suffused them with his own twist. By which I mean âruined themâ.
I have a similar global quest to find a better eggs benedict than the one I was given at the then Regent Hotel in Hong Kong, back in 1988. So far, itâs no dice. No one gets the simplicity right. Simplicity is always the key to my enjoyment of food. Itâs why, when I cook, I never use cheese unless what Iâm making is cheese on toast or a cheese sandwich. This is because cheese is a powerful flavour that sits in the pan like the Russian president sits in a room full of diplomats from former Soviet states. Itâs the same story with bacon. Pop that into the mix and what you always end up with is something that tastes of bacon.
âAre you not getting the delicate hints of pomegranate?â
âNope. Just bacon.â
All of which takes me back to my dadâs roast heart. I sometimes look online for how this might be made and what I get is âroasted ox heart stuffed with a mushroom duxelleâ or âbeef heart braised in wineâ or âlambâs heart stuffed with lemon thyme and streaky baconâ. No. And then no again.
And nor can you serve them with a Dover sole so you have the chance for a jokey âHeart and Soleâ offering in the menu. I just want heart. I like the taste of it as it is. I like the texture and all I want added is a spoonful of mashed potato to mop up the blood.
Iâve just started an internet thing called FoodTribe, on which people can share thoughts and ideas on food. And Iâm going to be sharing this quest for simplicity a lot. I may even go further and start turning the stuff I grow on my farm into straightforward food that I can sell in my simple, straightforward, unheated shop.
As I write, I have three sheep that are due to go âdown the roadâ. I feel sad in some ways, but Iâm cheered by the fact that I can have their hearts. And even more cheered by the fact that Iâve accidentally grown 20 tons of potatoes. Itâs going to be a supper that makes me feel young again and it will be the first Iâve grown entirely by myself.
Yes. I started a kitchen garden earlier this year and have spent the past few months taking a weird pride that the spring onions, and the carrots and the peas and especially the golden beets, all of which were grown by my own . . . ability to tell girlfriend, Lisa, and gardener, Josh, exactly what I like.I donât know why we enjoy eating vegetables that weâve grown ourselves more than those grown by some disinterested Mexican on minimum wage. Maybe itâs because we know we havenât urinated on them. Or because we know that no carbon was burnt in their trip from the soil to our table. But whatever the reason, we do. And I cannot wait to do that with meat as well. Itâs simplicity in its purest form.
Jeremyâs recipes will be added to the next post to avoid this one turning into an enormous monster
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can i have the postmans husbands recipie for tomato cream soup đ„ș if u r willing to share it sounds lovely
yes of course! đ„°Â
this recipe would be plenty for 6 people!
4 small onions chopped 2 teaspoons garlic purée 1 tablespoon tomato purée 2 x 400g tins chopped tomato 1/2 tin cold water 2 vegetable stock cubes 1 tablespoon sugar 250 ml double cream Salt and pepper Handful chopped basil
Warm some olive oil and a little water in a pan and add the onion and garlic and let this cook gently for about 10-15 minutes before adding the tomato purĂ©e and a little more water if necessary.Â
Cook this gently for a further 10 minutes and then add the tomatoes and cold water. On a medium heat bring this to a near boil and add the stock cubes and sugar.Â
Simmer gently for about 20 minutes before adding the cream. Let it cook a further 10 minutes before blending with a hand blender or in a food processor.Â
Add salt and pepper to taste and garnish with basil if you prefer. Enjoy!
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