#stripes and stringbean

[modern-inheritance]

*lowers face into hands*

Oh my fucking god.

Firnen doesn't do the 'Little Claw' bit until he's physically larger than Arya. But he does pick up on Arya's habit of nicknaming things, and he likes calling her a name that I haven't quite decided on yet but oh my fucking god guys

'Stripes.'

He calls her Stripes.

And the first time he does it Arya is shirtless, sitting next to him while trying to do the dishes in the creak and she freezes up for a split second like '...Excuse me?!'

And Firnen, doing little doggy/dragon paddles in the water, stops too and she can tell he's uneasy with her sudden pause and he's concerned he went too far.

But...

'I love it, Stringbean.' She reaches out and taps his snout very good natured-like, fucking beaming. 'Makes me own them. Reclaiming it. Thank you.'

[o-lanterns]

If Camila were to ever get a palisman I think a little wolf would be perfect.

Protective and wise with a playful side.

I was thinking Avery for its name like Cosmic Frontier but I'm not 100% on that

[ID: sketches of a wolf palisman in a tall sitting position on its staff and a more puppy-like animated form with a wagging tail. it is a violet-burgundy color with a mauve underbelly and a darker stripe along its back from forehead to tail-tip. its eyes are bright amber. overall it bears resemblance to Stringbean. the staff also features two decorative sci-fi inspired rings. end ID.]

[unexaltedonewhoisnotking]

+ a version in the nude to show off the design lol

tags! @alexcaninnit @hellowyn-llewellyn @i-changed-my-url-fuck-you

Starting a picrew chain CAUSE I LOVE THIS ONE GHDBB <333!!!

It's MEE!!!

No Pressure Tags!! <333 @rainy-otter @soupsopsoap @owlfacenightkit @sylsoddsandends @strawberry-seal77 @graythegreyt @alullinchaos @aspennntree @coconurt @peachteakitty @mira-blue @slymanner @insaneillusionist @mew-dump @lili250307 @gayfrogcoven @mothinthestars @eeveearoace @blightcedas <333333

Picrew link!!

[crushpunchh-art]

her name is stringbean, and she's PERFECT!

mostly an excuse to draw stringbean & luz's azura costume! stringbeans stripes gave me so much trouble <//3

[just-more-trolls]

= WHEN TWO STRINGBEANS COLLIDE =

Closed w @goddesstrolls​

> It had been two weeks since you sort of..ran out on Harkes.

> You didn’t entirely forget about it you just didn’t think it was a big deal.

> Not until’ the middle of the second week you heard nothing from him. Now granted you understood someone can be busy. Hell you barely hear from Kani for months on end...but that’s because you never hit her up. She’s going through things after all and you didn’t want to come off as needy or clingy.

> But you at least expected an explanation of what went down and a ‘btw this is my number’ and you would’ve explained why you had to get out of there.

> Now you stood in your quiet teahouse-slash-spiritual shop staring blankly out the paned windows of the storefront wondering if you fucked up.

> Not so much fucked up as in giving your number to someone you knew all of five minutes. You can easily change your number.

> Fucked up in the sense that you left the poor dude wondering what he did wrong.

> Granted...there’s a lot of shit he kind of did wrong..out of context anyway. And your guard was still kind of up with him but the vibes you were getting from him were a lot less murder-y than most folks you run into.

> Plus he just told the guy to freeze and the fella likely passed out and didn’t actually die. Once your unconscious surely your body will take over while your brain is rebooting..right..?

> .....You’re way too accepting of this fucked up way of living.

> You grabbed the parcel off of the counter, adjusting the studded belt holding a pair of short black shorts up before exiting the store with a flip of the open sign to ‘closed’.

> After climbing a wall in a skirt you decided...to change it up.. Black shorts, black-n-white striped thigh-high socks, and hi-tops with the extra fabric folded down. The epitome of goth skater girl fashion.

[neopronouns]

stringbesia | galaponisia elsaspirisia | sorcelenesia

stringbesia: an aureth (or teneth) related to stringbean from 'the owl house'

galaponisia: an aureth related to galarian ponyta and galarian rapidash from 'pokemon'

elsaspirisia: an aureth related to elsa's fifth spirit form from 'frozen ii'

sorcelenesia: an aureth related to lena sabrewing's sorceress form from 'ducktales' (2017)

[pt: stringbesia: an aureth (or teneth) related to stringbean from 'the owl house'

galaponisia: an aureth related to galarian ponyta and galarian rapidash from 'pokemon'

elsaspirisia: an aureth related to elsa's fifth spirit form from 'frozen ii'

sorcelenesia: an aureth related to lena sabrewing's sorceress form from 'ducktales' (2017). end pt]

day 6 of my 5000 followers event, ‘a term under a neogender umbrella’! these are all aurethesia/aurethine genders based on characters that i personally feel either partially or fully fit the auroracore/dark auroracure aesthetic.

each flag is in the same format as the aurethesia/tenethesia flags and uses colors from the characters, and the terms are 'string be' from 'string bean' + 'esia' from 'aurethesia'; 'gala' from 'galar', 'poni' from 'ponies', + 'sia' from 'aurethesia'; 'elsa', 'spiri' from 'spirit', + 'sia' from 'aurethesia'; and 'sorce' from 'sorceress', 'len' from 'lena', + 'esia' from 'aurethesia'!

tags: @radiomogai

flag id: four flags with 7 stripes. each flag has 'swooping' shapes at the bottom left and top right corners, which emerge from the bottom and top stripe respectively and end just over two-thirds of the way up and down the flag respectively.

the top left flag's stripes are very light dull pink, faded dark blue, very dark blue, dull light green, very dark blue, faded dark blue, and very light dull pink, and its 'swoops' gradiate from very light dull pink at the outer stripes to bright indigo at the tips. the top right flag's stripes are white, pale turquoise, dull light purple, very dark faded purple, dull light purple, pale turquoise, and white, and its 'swoops' gradiate from white at the outer stripes to light faded blue at the tips.

the bottom left flag's stripes are bluish-white, pale blue, dull light blue, cream, dull light blue, pale blue, and bluish-white, and its 'swoops' gradiate from bluish-white at the outer stripes to light sky blue at the tips. the bottom right flag's stripes are white, very light cyan, light faded sky blue, cream, light faded sky blue, very light cyan, and white, and its 'swoops' gradiate from white at the outer stripes to soft blue at the tips. end id.

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[wokeleftistmob]

[GD: Ten GIFs from the Owl House, showing characters from their first and last appearances.

1. Luz enthusiastically holds up a snake and an Azura doll.

2. Luz holds a paper showing the different majors offered at the University of Wild Magic. Stringbean wraps around her neck. Her hair is in a pixie cut again except it is curly now. She wears a purple jacket with a snake on it, a purple and white striped shirt and Amity's moon necklace. She has a tattoo of Flapjack on her upper left arm. She excitedly holds up a paper while Stringbean wraps around her neck and shoulders.

3. Amity sits and reads a book. She looks the side, smugly smiles and talks, and closes her book. She wears a Top Student badge.

4. Amity adventurously holds a rope in one hand and a book in the other. She smiles, and her hair is being blown by the wind. She wears a dark purple abomination like jumpsuit and leather work gloves. Her lavender hair is in a ponytail, and she has a brown side shave on the left side of her head. She has a purple crystal ornament in her hair.

5. Gus holds a magazine titled "Tween Bo$$" (both s's in boss replaced by dollar signs). He reads it aloud in disbelief.

6. Gus wears a brown sweater vest with a white collared shirt. Over this, he wears a yellow jacket with a Titan patch on one sleeve and an Earth patch on the other. His hair is in locs with gold rings, and he has stubble on his chin. He wears red rimmed glasses, and his looking glass earring. Emmiline Bailey Marcostimo sits on his shoulder. Gus excitedly pulls a paperclip out of a paper bag. Owlbert lands on Gus's hand, and Gus smiles at him as Owlbert flies around him.

7. Willow is surrounded by many moving thorny vines. Her eyes stop glowing green as she leans forward in concern.

8. Willow's hair is in a pixie cut with a green streak and a yellow headband. Her glasses have black rims. She wears an orange tank top with a pair of pale orange overalls with the letters "EE" over top. She has a Flapjack tattoo on her left shoulder. Clover hovers beside her. Willow smiles gently at something beneath her and raises her finger as she creates a small spell circle.

9. Hunter, who is in his Golden Guard uniform, lifts up his head as steam pours out of his mask.

10. Hunter smiles as Darius ruffles his hair. He then lightheartedly pushes away Darius's arm and gives him a friendly smile. Willow watches in amusement. Hunter's hair has grown longer. He wears a dark blue collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up and an orange apron over top. He has a Flapjack tattoo where his old Coven sigil used to be. End GD]

[Plain text: first vs last appearances]

first vs last appearances

[branmuffins22]

Brannn. You don't respond to DMS :c. So I must take to a public forum. Masha's palisman- possum! That's My suggestion. Or a raven

oooo, possum palisman is another great idea. funny little trash marsupial with emo stripes and fingerless gloves; relatively inconspicuous to humans (although incredibly strange to keep as a pet), and downright mythical to witches... lots of potential there, very fun!

and a raven is always perfect, but its one of those things thats almost too perfect to me. it's the forgone conclusion, like luz getting a snake (love u stringbean. mwah). if i play it too straight, it loses its impact! theres gotta be some kind of surprise about it!

the corvid i personally had in mind for the job was a rook, since i think their calls are the spookiest. like the tone of a crow but with a little more buzz, and it hangs in the air for a second, as opposed to crows' and ravens' quick caws and croaks. human bird enthusiasts would even be clued into the strangeness, since their habitat is all the way in europe; a long, long way from connecticut.

ultimately, since ive got at least 2 (but maybe 3, and probably more on the horizon) separate stories where theyre liable to get some kind of palisman eventually, i may end up going with a different idea for each one. probably only gonna be able to give their palisman any amount of narrative weight in one of those stories though, which brings us right back around to the dreaded decision making... not my strongest suit.

[modern-inheritance]

*idiotic giggling*

Guys look I made Firnen!

Edit: This is why my boss shouldn’t leave me alone (with coworker) and not check up on me for multiple days in a row so close to days off.

[love-and-hisses]

Testing harnesses on Lord John Grey to see what works best. The striped one was too loose around his midsection (and couldn't be made any tighter) because he's such a stringbean. The blue one (lower left) was bulky and he seemed uncomfortable. So the black harness (which you can hardly see in the lower right picture) it is! https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf9SEfruZoK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[spearasasha]

Moping today... where is your brother? __________________________ #sphynx #sphynxcat #blue #bluecat #sphynxofinstagram #catsofinstagram #catstagram #chat #chaton #kitten #kittensofinstagram #oriental #cat #orientalcat #orientalsofinstagram #siamese #ginger #tiger #stripes #greeneyes #stringbean (at Le Marais)

[headoverhiddles]

Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn - Marilyn Manson x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You, your boyfriend Brian, and his best friend Jeordie are forced by lack of finances to share a hotel room one night while Brian's band performs in Miami Beach. You two have to be quiet not to wake Jeordie...

Notes: Set during Spooky Kids era!! Partially inspired by this video. **Twiggy wasn't a part of the band at this point in time, but fuck it. I wanted to include him.

July 17, 1992.

"I've got... thirteen dollars."

Everyone (aka you, Brian and Jeordie) is sitting around in a circle on Jeordie's messy living room floor.

You and your boyfriend look over to the bassist.

"Thirteen?" Brian sputters, "You stupid fucker, you had 500 dollars last night. Where the hell'd all that go, up your ass?"

Jeordie picks at a hangnail. "Hookers and blow." He begins to pat his leg, drumming a beat. "We should make that a song..."

"We have better things to sing about than hookers and blow," Brian snaps.

"I don't know, I think it'd go with your whole theme," you tease, resting your head on his shoulder. Brian glances down, gaze softening fondly as his fingers thread with yours.

"Yeah, says the girl who probably encouraged him to burn our valuable hotel money on dumb shit last night."

You giggle. "I promise, I had nothing to do with it. Besides, I was with you last night, remember?" Brian smirks, recalling the record you two set.

"Yeah. I remember making you come a bunch of times. What was the challenge again?"

"I dared you to make me come more times than my vibrator could in one night."

"Mmm, and did I pass?"

"With flying colours."

Jeordie whistles, then tries to flip one of the coins from the pooling pile on the floor. It pings off something then disappears into the pit that is his studio apartment.

"Twelve seventy five," Jeordie corrects, staring sadly behind him at the lost quarter. Brian shakes his head, scratching through his hair.

"Jesus Christ, what are we gonna do?! This is a huge stop on the tour. Daisy, Pogo, and Sarah are already there, and the Spooky Kids can't afford to cancel this show because we're... fuckin broke hobos!"

"I'm not a hobo..." Jeordie whispers, watching an ant crawl across his toe. Brian scrapes up some bills to count again, painted fingernails a blur as he shells them out. You count your own too, nodding.

"Okay. I've got 210. Together with your 600... we should have enough for airfare and hotel room, for one night."

Jeordie gives a punched out snort-laugh, staring at the ceiling like it's about to cave in. "Yeah, for one shared room between the three of us."

You and Brian look at each other, shrugging. Jeordie hesitates, then looks at you two in distress.

"Awww."

So, the next day, after successfully making it to the next stop on the Spooky Kids' tour by way of crappy budget airline, you get to the hotel to check in before the show. It's not awful-- it's a pretty good motel, at least.

"I can't wait til we can afford a tour bus," Brian growls miserably, flopping down on one of the double beds. It shoots his lanky body up four feet off the bed as the overly-loaded springs catapult him, and you double over with laughter. Though he looks ready to murder, your laugh is infectious, and Brian starts to chuckle too.

"What the fuck is this?" He goes on, picking up a towel folded into a swan. He turns it around, and pretends to stick his dick into it, humping it as he waddles around the room.

"It's a swan," Jeordie smiles, face smushed into his own bed opposite yours, "I requested the towels be made into pretty swans for us."

"Yeah?" Brian discards the towel in a heap. " Did you also request little chocolates be left on our pillow every night, princess?"

"Dammit. I knew I forgot something."

"Why did we let Jeordie book this?" you groan. "We all know I'm the responsible mom here."

"I beg to differ," Brian says, crawling over top of you and securing his stringbean limbs around you like a giant spider. "I'm more of a mom than you." You giggle.

"Says the man who just pretended to fuck a towel swan."

"What do you mean pretended? That slutty motherfucker's got my jizz all over him, he was begging for it." Brian grins, collapsing on top of you, and you shriek as he attacks you with kisses.

"Go put your makeup on, or you'll be late getting on stage! Then nobody'll ever know who the Spooky Kids are, and your career will never take off, all because you wanted to fuck your girlfriend. Again."

"I'll just tell the bouncers we were busy with hookers and blow, like proper rockstars," Brian murmurs, sucking a hicky into your neck. "They'll buy anything people like us feed em."

"Hookers and blow?" Jeordie perks up, turning to you two.

"No," you and your boyfriend both say at the same time.

Brian does his makeup with a little help from you, and Jeordie does as well. Brian's lower face is covered in red lipstick, and he’s got his striped pink and black leggings on, with an unbuttoned vest and a cat in the hat top hat on his head, long hair brushed out and down to his waist. Jeordie's got one of his green ragdoll dresses on, dreads done up in pigtails.

You three meet up with the other band members, all dressed and ready for the show as well, and you can immediately tell Brian is slipping into his stage persona when he tells the bouncer to go fuck himself on a butcher knife after being asked for ID. (You display the IDs you've got in your purse with many apologies after your boyfriend and his delinquent band waltz in like they own the place, despite the fact that they're only the opening act.)

You stand in the front row of the make-do mosh pit of the dive bar, all big smiles and support. Despite what your family warns you, you have the utmost faith in Brian and his aspirations, and even though he's got an absolute clusterfuck of personalities making up the band behind him, it's a wild wonder of a musical act, and you just know the five of them are gonna go places someday.

"Good evening, all you crazy motherfuckers here in Miami Beach," Brian points out to the crowd, "Let's fuck shit up!" Their opener, Thrift, leads to Lucy In The Sky With Demons, then eventually to everyone's apparent favourite, if the cheering is any guage-- Lunchbox. You like that song too, bouncing around and screaming for it like one of the fans for the night. Brian keeps looking at you, and halfway through the song, he pulls you up on stage, obscenely groping his hands all over your breasts and sucking on them through your bra. You don't mind-- you make a show of moaning, squeezing them together, until you eventually slap him off, wag your finger, and slip back into the crowd, to the laughter and heckles from the crowd.

The show goes later than expected due to the enthusiasm of the crowd. After the show, everyone hung around the bar for a bit too, drinking a couple beers and doing a few lines of coke to mingle with any ego-stroking fans or labels that may have been scouting. 

The guys are still all riding the high of the adrenaline and drugs, but it's 3 in the morning now, and since you three have not only one shared suitcase and one shared hotel room but one shared brain cell as well, you all decided it would be a good idea to book a 7 am flight home.

Well. Blame it on it being the most affordable return time.

Once you get back to the room, some Judas Priest is cranked on the tinny room radio because "fuck the other hotel guests, I'm Marilyn Manson", and the air guitars are broken out.

Brian inspects himself in the mirror, making Herculean poses and sticking his tongue out grotesquely, checking for warts or something. He pinches his nipples, scratching down his pale torso.

"I need more tattoos."

"The ones you have now are rad," you mention, kicking off your shoes, "But a few more would make you look even more badass."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I already wouldn't want to fuck with you. More tattoos? I'd be terrified."

"I thought you were already terrified. You scream every time you see my cock."

"That's cause it's so big..." You playfully lick your lips.

"Yeah? You wanna suck it?" Brian unzips his pants. "Wanna suck on it, baby?"

"I wanna get into bed, is what I want to do," you yawn, peeling your top off and tossing it at Jeordie. Jeordie catches it and dutifully slingshots it into your great big shared suitcase. The neighboring hotel room tenants bang on the wall, mumbling something bitterly incoherent about turning the music down.

"I will kick down your door and skullfuck you, you entitled asshole!" Brian shouts back. The pounding stops abruptly, and you question how you haven't been arrested yet.

"Seriously, I think it's time for bed though," Jeordie mumbles, crawling under his covers like an elderly cat. He jumps and frowns at something on the wall, something you're glad you can't see. 

"Fine, grandpa," Brian rolls his eyes, and kills the volume on the rock station.

Five minutes later, you come out of the bathroom in one of Brian's oversized Black Sabbath T-shirts, and run a hand through your hair, walking over to get into bed with Brian. He's still scrubbing some of the eyeliner at the sink, and you beckon him. 

"Come here. I wanna cuddle."

Brian grunts, and rubs his face once more, walking over to the door naked save for his boxer briefs to make doubly sure it's locked.

"Only space for three psychos in this room," he says, then does a barrel roll into bed, sweeping the covers over you both. The light is turned out, and Brian snuggles into you from behind, wrapping his arms around your middle.

"Bri," you whisper. He hums into your hair.

"Yeah."

You flip around to face him, your noses touching. He blinks, and you bite your lip, reaching under the covers. He bites back a moan, and you lean in to whisper. 

"I'm wet for you."

Brian immediately looks over, and tosses a pillow at his best friend's head. "Hey Jeordie, fuck off for the night."

"What? No! I'm... trying to sleep..."

"The one night he decides not to get shitfaced and wander the streets," Brian sighs.

"It's no fun to do that yourself," Jeordie mopes. "Actually, that's not true. I'm just tired." 

"Fuck," Brian mutters. You two let a few seconds go by.

"Is he asleep?" you whisper.

"I think so," Brian mumbles back, then gasps as you cup him again through his underwear, reaching in with the other hand to wrap around his half-hard dick.

"(y/n), I gotta be in you," he hisses, "Fast." 

"Just... shhh..." you giggle, and he bites his lower lip, rolling on top of you under the covers. His long raven hair curtains around you, and he reaches down to pull his dick out. You wiggle your hips excitedly, holding onto his forearms, and he takes a condom off the bedside table, rolling it on. He winces at the contact, the touch of his own hand to get the rubber on enough to make him harden even more. He moans, finally pushing into you.

"O-oh..." you try to keep your voice down to a squeak. "Bri... Bri, Bri, Brian, fuck... I love your cock..."

"Call me Marilyn," he whispers.

"Hmm?"

"Call me Marilyn, I wanna hear you say it," he grunts, rocking his hips in again. He holds your wrists together above your head as his thrusts get deeper.

"God, please... fuck me harder, Marilyn," you breathe softly. His pace increases, both of you still attempting to be quiet so as not to wake your partner.

"Yeah... yeah, yeah," he whispers, "Fuck yeah, baby. You're so good for me. God, oh..."

Your eyes roll back as you smile in bliss, feeling your hands down your boyfriend's back as he does his best to make you come not in record quantity tonight, but record time.

"That feel good?"

"Uh huh..."

"Your pussy feel good now? Nice and full?"

"Yeah, oh my god. Mar... Marilyn..." You feel your orgasm coming, so you hook your feet just above his ass and smirk, thinking of something you know will do the trick. It may be dumb, but it's bound to work.

"It feels so fucking amazing getting fucked by the antichrist."

He buries his face beside your shoulder as his hips stutter, and you can feel him finish inside the condom, thrusting his hips erratically and quickly as he milks it. Each thrust is taking you closer, and you two breathe and pant together as Brian holds you, making you come with wave after wave of a gorgeous climax.

"Ah, fuck that was good," you breathe. Brian rolls off of you, depositing the condom and tucking it under his pillow. You wrinkle your nose. “Ew, man.”

"It'll make housekeeping smile. She can sell it on eBay, make more than we earn in a tour. Or she can jam it up inside her and call us for child support."

You giggle, and slap his chest lightly. He kisses you, and settles comfortably down beside you again, slipping his arms underneath yours.

"Do you think Jeordie's still asleep?" you whisper, stifling a laugh. Suddenly, a clear voice rings out. 

"If you two loud assholes think I slept through that, then you must think I'm fucking deaf," Jeordie blurts. "Assholes."

Brian starts laughing, even as his friend keeps calling him an asshole. "You're next," Brian teases, and Jeordie sighs.

"Leave me alone and let me sleep."

"Get the lube, (y/n), it's Jeordie's turn to be violated by the dirty man who broke into this hotel room, aka me."

"Fuck off!"

"Fine, fuck you, more dick for (y/n)," Brian grins, and you smile, holding him to you.

You listen to the white noise of the deteriorating air conditioner. The rhythmic rising and falling of his chest tells you he's passed out behind you, dreaming and adorable with his face pressed into the back of your neck.

You glance behind you. "Jeord, babe? Sorry for keeping you up. Really."

Jeordie just smiles. "Honestly, I was listening the whole time to see what his secret is. How do you make someone come that much? It's insane."

You giggle into the pillow, and Brian wakes up long enough to croak: "Cause I am the God of Fuck."

[neopronouns]

beanmagicaesic | collectmagicaesic

beanmagicaesic: a (xeno)gender aesthetically related to stringbean's magic from ‘the owl house’; a stringbean's magic aesthetigender

collectmagicaesic: a (xeno)gender aesthetically related to the collector's magic from ‘the owl house’; a collector's magic aesthetigender

[pt: beanmagicaesic: a (xeno)gender aesthetically related to stringbean's magic from ‘the owl house’; a stringbean's magic aesthetigender

collectmagicaesic: a (xeno)gender aesthetically related to the collector's magic from ‘the owl house’; a collector's magic aesthetigender. end pt]

for anon! colors are taken from each character's magic and the terms are 'bean' from 'stringbean'/'collect' from 'collector', 'magic', + 'aesic'!

tags: @radiomogai

flag id: two flags with 11 stripes. the left flag's stripes, in order, are indigo-black, dark blue, bright indigo, bright purple, soft purple, light pink, soft purple, bright purple, bright indigo, dark blue, and indigo-black. the right flag's stripes, in order, are very light yellow, light pink, pink, faded purple, bright sky blue, light turquoise, bright sky blue, faded purple, pink, light pink, and very light yellow. end id.

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[anistarrose]

[Image description: digital art of Luz from The Owl House, wearing a purple winter coat and a pink beanie. Stringbean's head is sticking out of the beanie with big silly eyes, and Luz is looking to the side, smiling with her hands in her pockets.

The background is green, with orange stripes and stars. End description.]

Is it cold enough to post this one yet?

[moonbeam-broker]

personally, i think rhys' outfit being.. like that is less because it's a remix of his hyperion one, and more because he's super stressed from the merger. i mean, he's obviously not doing great mentally. he's probably just throwing clothes together and hoping it looks halfway decent, since the rest of his outfits are so.. idk. nice? compared to this one.

That's a fair point--he was already somewhat of a mess to begin with when it came to his fashion sense, so maybe in the midst of all the chaos he'd sort of backtracked without realizing.

Threw on whatever clothes he could find, somehow is still the stringbean he once was, can fit into his old clothes just as well.

Maybe he does it as a way of reminiscing or coping with the events of the past.

The thought of that is actually interesting/cute... I think I might keep it as a little tidbit for writing when I get to it later.

You still can't deny the similarities though, surely--he has the same sort of tie thing going on, the same vest and striped pants ensemble.

His eye is blue. Again.

It could have everything to do with his psychology, or maybe...

Maybe the theories are true, and he's not the Rhys we think he is. Maybe he's not the Rhys that disappeared in the Vault--maybe that also clues into how we still haven't seen any sign of Fiona. Maybe that's why he has an evil twin mustache sort of aesthetic going on.

HmMmmMmm... Call me crazy (it sounds very crazy) but when the whole thing came out about Troy Baker not voicing him, and about what Randy Pitchford said (which could altogether just be a hasty response...)

Maybe there's more to it, just maybe there really is a direct reason behind it, and that is--he's an impostor!

I guess we won't know until we play.

Gosh, at this point I just want him to be alive and well. Please. Siege mustache and all.

[pirate-queen-boy]

Beyond the Isles - part 182

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It was then that their table was approached by another patron of the pub. He consisted of a shorter figure, built like a stringbean, with slimy red skin and tentacles on his head and a little on his to resemble hair, as well as solid pale-green eyes. Upon him he wore a bright yellow tunic, a black vest under a maroon belt, a green striped pair of baggy pants, and sandals that were bandaged around his feet. “Ay, you.” he beckoned. The whole crew looked over to him, but he kept his attention only on Eda. “You’re the bloke that knocked out that scumbag just a minute ago, right?” Eda turned to face him, and smiled, “Guilty as charged.” she said proudly, to which the octopus man continued, “Yeah, that was real funny, you really put him in his place!” The two of them proceeded to laugh, then he continued, “Anyways, is this your crew?” he asked. Eda glanced at her crewmates, and they glanced back at her, then she replied, “As a matter of fact, yes, they are.” - “Are you their Captain?” he asked, and Eda nodded. He continued, “Well, we’ve got a table over there for Pirate Captains, and I think you belong over there with us.” Eda grinned, then stood up, “Yeah, I think I do.” she replied, prompting the new fellow to stumble back; he’d underestimated her true height. “Owlbert, you’re in charge while I’m out.” Eda finished, before following the tentacled pirate to his table. Owlbert flew onto Eda’s previous seat, and hooted. “The name’s Bӧrelachnivus. But people just call me Beau the Buckler.” He said.