#quipsters

[sammperson]

[quiplasherror606]

This is something i had in my head for a while

In my TMP2 AU, The dolls are inspired by Almost-Life-Sized Plushies, And are around Shoulder height compared to [REDACTED].

Ok its 3 am im going to bed but i’ll explain more when i wake up

[maxiezone]

More tf oc’s! My basic idea for them is that Stygian has Quipster as an Autobot “prisoner” and is trying to bring him in but Primus decided to make his life hard and also give him a slow burn romance with the funny clown bot who keeps breaking out of his cell

[atrium-mc]

Praying to The Quipster at an out-of-place ferris wheel found in... a Bamboo Jungle biome?

The Quipster is the only member of the Atrium pantheon with no set name, only going by their? title.

The Quipster is a deity of luck and trade, and to a lesser extent trickery.

It is unclear if The Quipster is a single entity, or perhaps a title granted to multiple over time; As such, their? pronouns are traditionally expressed with a questioning tone of voice.

Atrium is launching Iteration 5 in early February.

If you're chill and cool with LGBTQIA+ deities and like to play Minecraft with friends, apply here if you're interested.

[crushcandles]

Hmmm lets see. I know you're very friendly online and I bet you are irl as well but you're more soft-spoken in person and keep to yourself more.

Also I bet you only like jello if it's jello shots

I do keep to myself more in person, but I'm not more soft-spoken. I'm actually goofier and a wisecracker in person, pretty quick to get down with some banter once I like you. I would say I'm funnier in person than I am online.

You're pretty correct about the jello shots. The only other jello treat I like is strawberry jello pie, although I've had neither shots nor pie for a long time.

[spider-mand]

Yeah Deadpool's a quipster and all but I feel like Spidey's still the bigger troll.

[andorshitdaily]

ROUND NINETEEN CATEGORY: Most Likely to Become Internet Famous

Two will win and go into the yearbook. Who's it going to be?

(it felt like these needed to be explained)

Round 20 category: Most Unorganized

NOMINATE NOW

[childdevourer1]

the wurizz is INSANE.

WU IS A FUCKING FREAK FOR REAL... HOLY SHIT DUDE CHILL OUT...

[quiplasherror606]

my boy <33 (w.i.p)

[tapwater118]

is LeafPin LeafPin or CoinPin

its leafpin you joker, you droll, you comedian, you gagster, you jester, you clown, you card, you wisecracker, you kidder, you quipster, you farceur, you buffoon

[beevean]

I read your rewrite of sonic vs surge and the whole time I thought "god why didn't the actual comic do something like this?"

I guess that's what happens when people on the internet are more interested in the characters than the official writers

Regardless of all that, it was a nice read.

Thank you for reading it and appreciating it ^^

I'm very insecure about writing Sonic, because it's so, so easy to mess it up and make him sound like a cocky quipster. I tried my best to nail how I imagine he would deal with someone like Surge, striking a balance between feeling sorry for her (like he did for Blaze) and still not quite getting it because for obvious reasons he lacks all the context, so at the end of the day, she has to be stopped. Without principles in the way :P

And that's the other thing. Making it a battle of principles was really stupid, for all the reasons we know, but mainly because Sonic's influence on Surge's life is so indirect she might as well blame Eggman's parents for giving birth to him so that Starline could simp for him lol. I thought it would have been a much more interesting angle if Starline fed her lies to make her hate Sonic and then what she believed in clashed with the naked reality in front of her eyes: Sonic is a nice dude. That's all there is to him. But if Surge lets go (hah) of her hatred, she'll lose her entire purpose of her life, and she can't do that, not at that point of the story. The one thing that I considered interesting about Surge is that she was aware to be a living lie and every thought she has was implanted into her brain, but how can she just throw away her sense of self, when all she wants is a sense of security?

Surge wants to be free of the closest thing she has to "herself", and sadly, it's easier said than tone.

So yeah. You can imagine that I wasn't very happy with how the character was progressively flattened.

[quiplasherror606]

OKAY i have lots to show

Drawful: I used to call her “Drawful Owl” But now i call her Scribs

Bidiots: Cashan (don’t explain)

[REDACTED]: I have a feeling that i wanna call him “Mr. Quiz” (Bc that’s what half of the dolls call him in my HC)

Civic Doodle: Ms. Pencil (Haha quipster thats uncreative /j)

Champ’d Up: Battleblock Masterson (Based of my favorite game, Battleblock Theatre!)

Guesspionage: Agent Technology (Tech for short)

Dictionarium: Notesy

DATD: Boxan (Bc i like boxes)

Blather ‘Round: Roundabout (no literally i called her ‘Roundabout’)

Talking Points: The Presenter

And idk if the Role Models hostess has a canon name, But i’d HC her name to be Invinsi

and that’s about it i think

jackbox fandom reblog this with some of the names that you’ve given hosts that don’t canonically have names (such as the champ’d up host or the dictionarium host) i wanna see your cool funky names

[marvelousmrm]

Amazing Spider-Man #211 (O’Neil/Romita Jr, Dec 1980). Really enjoying this team so far! Denny O’Neil finally writes Spidey as the annoying nonstop quipster I know and love.

[lillxart]

Snip from CH 9

“I never asked before, but why do you think Elenwen would want you dead? I mean, you’re really good with magic and you’re efficient with killing things.”

“HA! That’s certainly one way to put it. I imagine from an outsiders perspective that’s all the Thalmor would need from an Altmer.” Taliesin gave a dead chuckle and leaned back into his seat. Eventually she shrugged. “It could’ve been any number of reasons really. My brash attitude, my candid inability to hold my tongue–”

“–You do seem to be quite the quippy quipster 0v0”

Taliesin stopped and looked at her. Just stared at her face for a long time. Then his mind went back to the brilliant notes he just read, and then he looked back at her face again wondering how the person who wrote such notes and the ditzy Breton were the same person. “Do you have an alternate personality by any chance?”

“Wuh? 0<0 Nooooo, why? :>” There was nothing going on behind those eyes of hers.

“No reason.” Taliesin rolled his eyes. “Anyway, to put it plainly she wanted me dead because she doesn’t believe I’m a good Thalmor. I’m not a reflection of the Altmer people, not the pinnacle of bigoted lesser elf hating nationalists all the other members of the Dominion back home are.” He huffed. “Those of us sent to Skyrim are meant to shine in her own image, to make Elenwen look good… Apparently I didn’t make the cut.”

Snow White silently took in the explanation. She put her alchemist's tools down and lowered the heat of the beakers so nothing would explode. The witch found herself thinking of her own people, how she would never make the Spring Elves have to ‘shine in her own image’ and kill them if they failed. The weight of such a concept made her shoulders ache and her stomach curdle. It was beyond unfair and she hated it. Snow White looked back at Taliesin, who was staring down at a book, but not quite reading it. His brows were furrowed and he was clearly thinking about what he just told her, and of course what that meant for him. The high elves are an esteemed and prideful people. Being told that you’re not ‘good enough’ when your whole culture is based around perfection…

…it leaves a scar. 

“H–Hey…! What are you doing?” Taliesin startled at the Breton making herself comfortable on his lap. “Erm–ever hear of personal space? You could at least give a little warning first!” He raised his hands, panicking a bit and not sure where to put them. 

“Oh stop it -3- I promise this filthy halfbreed Breton won’t do anything to you. Just wanna have a looksee…” Snow White placed her hands on the side of his face, tracing her thumb down his cheekbone and using her index finger to trace the arch of his brow. 

Taliesin’s posture went completely stiff, eyes hyperfixed on her every motion as she studied him. His mouth was twisted into a nervous frown, very unsure how he should be reacting to her invasion of his personal space. Ordinarily he’d like some–warning before someone gets too close to him, his instincts from the war making him prone to skirt away or shove anybody that could be a threat. But the Altmer really had no idea what Snow White was doing. He cleared his throat, hoping to bait out an explanation from her. To no avail, since she remained quiet which only caused his face to go red at her continued proximity.

Once Snow White had examined every part of his face she settled back gazing into his eyes. Taliesin averted his stare, acting nonchalant about the deepness in her somewhat simple actions. “Are you done whatever it is you’re doing yet? You’re quite heavy.”

“No I’m not -o- I’m tiny and light. Shut up and look at me!” 

“Well that’s a polite way to ask for attention isn’t it?” Taliesin had never seen her eyes this close and for the first time noticed there were little…fractals of light deep in the grey. It would be wrong to describe them as gold, or green, or blue, but it was a mixture of all those colors. Just pure light. He found himself hypnotized by them. Since when could humans possess such a color pallet? They look like…diamonds. Seemingly satisfied, Snow White gave a hum and hopped off his lap. Taliesin felt like he could breathe again. “Do you crawl onto the lap of every man you meet, or am I just lucky?” 

“You look like an Altmer to me! :D” Taliesin glanced back at her and tried to pick apart that statement. When it was clear he couldn’t make heads or tails of it, Snow White giggled and poked his forehead. “I looked over every inch of your angular face! You have a pointed nose, ears that stick out like a sore thumb, that typical tired scowl high elves have, arched and well groomed eyebrows…”

“Am I supposed to be taking this as the strangest compliment I’ve ever gotten or are you spouting nonsense again…?” He rolled his eyes mildly insulted, though still a bit flushed.

Snow White only smiled brighter. She leaned back down and traced the rims of his eyes, continuing on her little tangent. “…you also have some of the most beautiful eyes Nirn has ever seen…” Taliesin found himself blushing, heart skipping a beat and mind not even processing that she could actually mean that. 

What? 

Snow White took a step back. “Soooooo, you’ve got all the attributes of a high elf! >W< Which means Elenwen is stupid!”

“Poft–! What? Did you; you stuck your grubby little hands all over my gorgeous face just to mouth off Elenwen?” Now he was really lost. 

“Well I had to make sure you were an elf! And you are! You’re all elf! One hundred and ten percent organically grown Altmer from the Summerset Isles! >v< If Elenwen can’t see how you’re not a reflection of the Altmer people when you are an Altmer then she must need glasses!” She pointed a finger up like a scholar at the end of their thesis. 

After a moment of thought, and soothing his rapid heart from the bizarre touches, Taliesin found himself smiling at her decisive; although naive way of putting it. He found himself quietly laughing, both in bitter irony and maybe even a little melancholy. He looked down at his gloves. The clothes of the Thalmor Dominion, the shell that covers him. “It’s not as easy as simply having the ears, the eyes, the skin of an Altmer. In the Summerset Isles if you aren’t the kind of elf they want you to be then you’re no elf at all. Death is merely the fitting reward for being sub-par amongst the expected standard…”

“Taliesin. No one has the right to tell you what you are except yourself.” Her back was turned to him, going back to check on her beakers. Her voice was serious, the certainty in her tone something he didn’t expect to hear from someone of her childish persona. It made her words more raw, and made Taliesin all the more discouraged. 

“Are you trying to cheer me up?~” Taliesin deflected how he felt with humor, smirk on his face. 

“Just stating the obvious! ^v^” Her brew started to bubble, she decided to focus on the milk. “Ohhhhhh OoO” 

Taliesin took the bait and went back to reading her magic notes, the audio of her excited giggles and the scrawls of formulas on parchment no doubt similar to what he was reading right now. After a moment to himself, Taliesin softly smiled. 

“No one has the right to tell you what you are except yourself.” It’s not that simple…

…It was…a nice thought from her, though.

[jscalzi]

Ach, Matthew Perry

I’m at that age where when people my age die it’s not entirely unexpected — Welcome to being No Longer Young, y’all — but it doesn’t make it less of a shock. It’s compounded in my case by the fact that of all the Friends characters, Perry’s Chandler Bing was the one closest to my own personality, i.e., the quipster, so in a weird way I felt invested in Perry’s life and struggles. Parasocial…

[multishipper-baby]

Since I mentioned my Art Fight, might as well post some of the stuff I've been doing over there so far (at least the ones for the people whose Tumblr's I know). If you want to see the rest of my stuff and check my own characters, you can find me as EakwynnCanonKing! OCs featured:

Luca and Mica by @malkaviian.

Agatha and Maverick by @camo1000le.

Ori by @quipster-rikuru.

Vermillion by @austajunk.

The Artist by @the-make-believe-artist.