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😮 HOW DARE YOU😭😭😭😭😭
Okay but imagine Wilbur Cross taunting Miss Holloway about Duke and saying he could kill him just like he killed his father and ohh that hits a nerve for her.
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just a little fanart i made of wilbur cross and john macnamara
#enemies to lovers? how about lovers to enemies#they're exes#john macnamara#fanart#my art#starkid#black friday#hatchetfield#wilbur cross#general macnamara#uncle wiley#black friday fanart#general john macnamara#*wilber is wearing a denim shirt#two denim jackets#a denim belt#jeans#denim shoes and a denim glove#he really likes denim
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Okay so I took some notes during the Hatchetfield Halloween party stream
This doesn't include spoilers for Working Boys (which was actually fucking excellent) and also doesn't include the proposed NMT3 episode descriptions just because I didn't screenshot and I've seen a billion posts of them going around.
Steph's mum's dead, Matt Lang says it's likely something to do with when Solomon Lauter says about the black book 'I'm never touching that book again'.
Nora is the owner of beanies
Melissa is a serial killer in every reality
The black alters constructed by the church of the starry children: Lakeside mall, Waylon place, the highschool, the starlight theatre, CCRP (formerly the site of the Hatchetfield Gazette)
Greenpeace girl's real name is Harmony Jones
Duke's dad was the sheriff of Hatchetfield and was murdered in October 2005 by Wilber Cross
Linda auditioned for Working Boys but was the only person not to make the cut.
Working boys was originally going to be much longer and more complicated and the black book prop was originally commissioned for it. In the end most of that content ended up getting lifted and pulled into nightmare time episodes. The song 'The Summoning' was originally written for Working Boys as the goal was to trick the cast into performing the ritual. This also originally wasn't supposed to happen in Nerdy Prudes.
They're keen to put the brakes on Hatchetfield at some point soon and the next musical definitely won't be Hatchetfield.
NMT2 ends on a cliffhanger because they originally intended to do NMT3 very shortly after to wrap up some of the loose ends.
Doing NMT3 will depend on demand. Writing a season of NMT takes about 4 times the amount of time as writing a musical and If they did NMT3 they'd want to make it even less zoom cally than NMT2 (i.e. have characters talking to each other) which also takes a lot of time and money. They are very keen to do it on a personal level as the arc from NMT2 currently feels unfinished but doing it will depend on demand.
They're keen to do more film style things akin to Working Boys.
Proposed NMT3 episode 'Bottle Imp' was originally planned to be part of NMT S1 E2.
NMT3 would revolve around Halloween.
They originally thought the musical trilogy would start with nerdy prudes must die and have the sequel be 'horny campers must die' (which became absintence camp), the third in the trilogy would have followed a similar plot to proposed NMT3 episode 'Devils night'.
The soldier referenced in the description for proposed NMT3 episode 'Orbweaver' is General MacNamara.
If they ever did another Hatchetfield musical at some point in the future it would be about Miss Holloway and her origins story.
They want to do a Hatchetfield movie at some point, and Working Boys was a test for how well Hatchetfield transfers over to that medium. This would have to be isolated in location and character list to be feasible. Their current thoughts for this would be 'Cast Party Massacre' which would involve a lot of the new characters we met in Working Boys.
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Deadpool and Wolverine but it’s Jon McNamara and Wilber Cross
#hatchetfield#starkid#team starkid#hatchetverse#nerdy prudes must die#black friday#lords in black#npmd#the guy who didn't like musicals#deadpool and wolverine#Deadpool 3#marvel
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So. Said it in a Discord server already, but I wanna share it here too!
Sooooo most of the fandom already knows the whole "S. Lauter (Slaughter)" thing with Steph and Solomon. I see this and I raise you:
Wilber Cross
W. Cross
Double-cross.
(Sorry if somebody else thought of it already but yeah)
#wilbur cross#starkid#hatchetfield#black and white#hatchetverse#black friday starkid#black friday#nerdy prudes must die#npmd
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Officially watched Black Friday! Have any Wilbur Cross tk hcs? I love a good ticklish!villain 💚💸🍏 (or president Curt Mega?? Love that man)
The first human to venture out into the black & white & live to tell the tale, the lords in black have put this man through the fuckin’ wringer!
At first he was horrified by them like any sane person would be, but the lib’s curiosity got the better of them & they started striking up a deal with this human to help them gain access & power to his world
After that, their interactions became much more civil but he still remains reserved & skeptical about their true intentions & if they’ll keep up their end of the bargain
Wiggly is the main ambassador between them & so he’s the lord who has interacted with Wilber/Wiley the most
I think that Wilber is the one that introduced the lib to the concept of tickling, but completely by accident. Wiggly was probably stroking & caressing him with his tentacles being creepy & go rightfully offended when he was laughed at to his face! Wilber gave an excuse like “calm down boy, I’m just a little ticklish. Keep your tentacles to yourself & we won’t have a problem” & then they’re like wtf is that? & he’s just like “eh it’s kid shit. You tickle someone, they laugh, it’s all shits an’ giggles, can we get back to business?” Only they DON’T
He is the lords in black’s personal tickle toy & honestly? He fucking deserves it!
Wiggly, Pokey & Tinky like to play with him the most
The lords have ganged up on him too many times to count
He has a stereotypical evil cackle that’s his genuine laugh & it’s the cutest/funniest thing! Like it’s so fitting, who’d have thought?
He’s ticklish pretty much everywhere, & since he’s spent so much time in the black & white, his particles & molecules are a little jacked up & I think maybe Wiggly can do something with that to make him a bit more… sensitive
His worst spots are his neck/ears, ribs, hips, feet, tummy & thighs but he’s ticklish everywhere (Wiggly DEFINITELY did something, the fucker)
I have some Curt Mega headcanons floating around here somewhere, most likely in my spies are forever tag & I’ll make some headcanons for president howard here soon! Just thought I’d get these out in the meantime!
#asks#fruitee-goose#black friday headcanons#lib headcanons#npmd headcanons#hatchetfield headcanon#black friday#uncle wiley#wilbur cross#lords in black#tickle me wiggly#wiggly#wiggog y'wrath
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go! Sixteen: Swallowed by the world we live in hoping that you would have been forgiven!
Thomas: You twitch out to get me here are you some demon or eastranged puppeteer? Sixteen: Much more than you comprehend if you finish the game someone must meet their end.
Thomas: There's not anything in sight if you challenge me I will put up a fight! *Flash before revealing several dead E2 carcasses and A3's as the outline of the scrapyard appear.* Sixteen: There was once a game we played chasing around the bodies laid the worlds we travelled fell to the ground and more murders happen all around!
Thomas: Everything is in the past? Well how can anybody last? The void we;re in goes on forever no unpredictable weather! Sixteen: I get to play with my power brutal murder goes for hours when this all ends something comes to take you to your enternal fate!
Thomas: There’s nothing that you can do we’re in stalemate nothing can be true a scorching flame consumes the world and revals everything and all the plot unfurls! Sixteen: You watch your back your pushing you luck, one wrong move and I hit like a truck! Thomas: At the end of the line you’ll meet your end, you’ve crossed the line and hurt all my friends! Both: Backed up into a sharp corner forced to lose admit defeat nothing with a pulse can remain something that can not speak you’re name! Interesting lives can be lead but not when it’s all in you’re head listen to the words that it said when it called you too become dead! There’s a chill a chill for killers trapped in the finale, chillers take the thrill of all the thrillers knocking over all the pillars! Only a red glow remains it tells you that you lost the game it’s knowing that you will be maimed forever living inside of the pain! *Flash to empty red glow with everything gone as Thomas and Sixteen change*
Wilbert: Have you ever wondered what happens your game ends forever? Timothy: No need to worry about the future when the presents ever!
Wilber: Some say there’s just darkness some. Say. MORE.
Timothy: Unlike white paint that fought before, One quick flash of blue will win the war!
*Flash back to the glowing red outlines of the scrapyard and Thomas and Sixteen are back to normal*
Sixteen: That’s impossible I always win win win! You don’t know the danger you are in in in! Letting someone get away is a sin sin sin sin! I’ll seperate you from you’re skin skin skin!
Thomas: Time to end all you’re fun, feeling the win dawn on us! Keeping up with you ain’t much! Fear will soon not be there, screaming out in the air! Sixteen: You don't get it, I could never be deceived This is like a giant stain that just won't leave!
I only exist to lie, betray, and cleave! You're withholding something, boy, I'm not naive!
Thomas: Hit the ground hear em scream, everyone you defeat, You’ll take that masive blow first, come now let’s hear you plead!
Sixteen: I have ended millions, shooting, choking, stabbing, striking, stinging Everything I do is lethal No exceptions, even singing rhymes! Thomas: New faces will come and go like a completely different show the times have changed won’t let you slow the never ending legacy of long ago!
Both: Slash, kill, burn, tear, rip, and blunder killing engines pulling under rasing up to strike like thunder we are fate’s hunters keeping up with modern times proudly filling heinous crimes whilst cutting through old fate’s thick vines!
Thomas: You know what? TAKE THIS!!!!!
*Thomas then yeets his microphone at Sixteen. However, it disappears into ash as Thomas looks absolutely dumbfounded*
Thomas: NO!!!!! MY MICROPHONE!!!!!
Sixteen: This will be the moment where all of your hopes and dreams will finally rot into scrapyard.
Sir Topham Hatt: Not if I have something to say!
*Sir Topham Hatt then quickly pulls out his gun and starts firing at Sixteen before taking Thomas' hand dashes to the opposite direction*
Sir Topham Hatt: Let's go!!!!! Let's go!!!!!
Thomas: Huh?!? What the hell?!?!
Sixteen: Oh.... You two are going to pay.....
#ttte#thomas and friends#thomas the tank engine#ttte shitpost#ttte memes#incorrect ttte quotes#ttte thomas#ttte sir topham hatt#ttte sixteen#ttte timothy#ttte wilbert#ask#ask game#send asks#ask me stuff about the ttte characters
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And here I nearly thought that the Wilbers 641 shock came without a KBA number. (Which means this part is approved by the German TÜV.) German sheriffs sometimes make it a thing to especially search for these numbers and cross check their databases if the part is matching to your vehicle. (It is generally claimed that this is to ensure road safety of motorcycles, but you might be tempted to second guess these motives…)
Oh well, now I can send them crawling below the rear suspension as this part of the shock is usually positioned right in aperture of the swing arm (or tell them that I have a picture of it on my phone…)
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top five joey richter roles (not including owen carvour)?
how did you know owen would’ve been number one /j
1- ted spankoffski (i want to put him in a microwave and watch him spin around on the plastic circle thing)
2 - bug (I LOVE HIM HES ME HE IS EVERYTHING)
3 - scrags (i would die for him)
4 - wilber cross (made in america >>)
5 - vanger borschtit ( bUT based solely on MY EMOTIONAL RESPONSE)
thanks for the ask!! :D
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Soul Shift - Ch. 3
Ao3
The first item on his list was laundry, so Mike drained his coffee, left the mug in the sink, and headed back upstairs.
Reeses followed right at his heels as he went around to his siblings’ rooms to collect their half-filled hampers and carry them down to the basement one at a time. He separated all the clothing into lights, darks, and delicates, and threw all the dark colors first into the washer. He picked up an old dial timer from the top of the dryer and gave it a twist before putting it back and heading back upstairs, pausing on his way to crack open a small window high up on the wall. Reeses followed still, proudly carrying a little pink sock in his mouth as he ran up the basement stairs.
The sock was tossed back down to the clothing pile before the door shut.
Next, Mike pulled out the vacuum from the storage closet on the first floor and ran it quickly throughout the house. Coffee and Reeses fled from the monstrous noise, hiding together beneath the dining room table even after Mike had moved upstairs. Once the floors were clean, Mike put the vacuum back, and checked the time. It was 3:45pm. He was a bit behind, but that’s what he got for sleeping in.
Hearing the timer go off downstairs, Mike hurried back down to the basement to switch over the laundry and put in a new load. He didn’t bother to reset the timer this time, and went back upstairs to then head outside. He jogged the short walk out to the mailbox by the road to pick up what had been delivered, and sorted through it as he walked back inside. Bill…bill…fundraiser pamphlet…junk mail…family invite to his nieces’ birthday next month…bill…Mike tossed each one into its own pile on the kitchen table to deal with later.
His hand hesitated over one last piece of mail however. It was a small handbill for the St. James University of Oregon, addressed to him, advertising their new online courses. He frowned at the glossy image of the school he had once attended, and ripped the handbill into quarters before he could think any further. With only one more slight hesitation, Mike tossed the pieces into the kitchen trash and checked the time on the stove.
3:52pm. Time to get going.
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Not for the first time, Mike thought about getting a car.
He could probably afford it, if he really needed to. His paycheck was meager, but he still had the remaining tuition that hadn’t been spent saved up that he could’ve used. Sasha might even agree to split the cost with him, if they shared the vehicle. Mike glared at the crossing signal above his head, and tapped the button again. The signal didn’t change, and Mike muttered something rude under his breath as he checked his watch.
He was five minutes late for pick-up. He had an understanding with the staff, as they knew his mother worked, and he had no car, and they didn’t mind watching the girls for a few extra minutes. But he knew they were supposed to be charging a hefty late fee for anything longer than ten minutes, and if this light didn’t change soon (stupid thing), he’d be pushing his luck with the staff’s leniency.
As if it could hear his frustrated monologuing, the crossing light changed, and Mike hurried across the street before it could change its mind. The Sunshower Daycare Center was only a few blocks over, from there, and he was able to make up some of his lost time by crossing the smaller, one-way streets with just a quick glance left and right. The sensor above the door rang out a cheery musical chime as he crossed the threshold, and the woman at the front desk looked up at him over her glasses.
“Two more minutes, and I’d’ve had to apply the late fee.” She told him sternly. Mike smiled sheepishly as he leaned on his knees, catching his breath, and cleared his throat awkwardly.
“I, uh, got hung up on the crossing at Delaney and Wilber’s Pike.” He straightened up, and smoothed out a wrinkle in his red hooded jacket. “Um. How were the girls today?”
“Oh, they were lovely, as always. There was a slight incident with Frieda pushing another child off the swings, but he’s been our serial hair-puller for the last month, so we just called it a teachable moment for the both of them.” The receptionist flipped open a binder to her left and turned it around to face before typing something on her computer. “Just sign them out here, please, and Marcy will bring them right out.”
Mike obediently signed and printed his name beside both of his sisters’, and capped the pen for good measure before stepping back to wait. It only took a few minutes for a redheaded teenager to appear through the center’s security door, holding the hand of a little girl with long black hair, and carrying a toddler on her hip. The little girl immediately broke into a smile and ran forward when she saw Mike, who crouched down to catch her and swing her up into a hug.
“Hey, Frieda!” Mike gave his little sister a squeeze before setting her back down. “How was your day?” Frieda looked back at the teenager who’d brought them out, then looked back up at Mike from underneath her bangs and raised a finger to her lips. “Oh, okay.” Mike lowered his voice into a comical stage whisper. “Not in front of Miss Marcy.” The redhead snorted as she came up to join them and handed the toddler over to Mike.
“How many times do I need to teach you this lesson, old man?” She mock-glared at the guy who was, at best, only a decade older than her (give or take a year or two), and planted her now-freed hands on her hips. “Don’t call me ‘miss’. It’s Marcy or nothing.” The toddler made a sound that almost sounded like an agreement, and patted Mike’s nose with one hand. He looked at Marcy with a mock-glare of his own.
“Look what you’ve done.” He accused with absolutely no malice in his voice. “You’ve turned Pippa against me.” Marcy laughed.
“See you guys next week!” She said, raising her hand in a wave as she turned back toward the security door. Mike nodded in return as he reached down and took Frieda’s hand, and they left.
Two stops and four more siblings later, Mike sat down on the bus stop bench with a small sigh, and shifted the toddler to sit more squarely on his lap. Next to him, his siblings chatted about their day - telling stories of classmates flipping bottles and teachers forgetting to collect homework - and he tuned them out as fell into his own thoughts. He had just enough left on his bus pass to get them all back home, and if he just walked to work until Tuesday, he could save the last of the funds for an emergency, and then when his paycheck finally processed, he could refill the pass just in time for next month-
“Mike? Miiiiike!” Something tugged on his jacket sleeve, and a little hand smacked him right on the nose, jolting him back to the present. He caught the toddler’s hand before she could smack him again, and let her wiggle around his fingers as he gave his siblings a sheepish smile.
“Sorry, what?” He asked. “I, uh, I wasn’t listening.”
“Lynn said that we should go to the park tomorrow.” His brother Clark repeated after a small nudge from the quiet girl with dark hair. “The township put in a new climbing wall, and she wants to try it out.”
“And they have those giant swing sets, so we could all swing together!” Peach added with an excited bounce that jingled the plastic bracelets stacked upon her wrists. Bugs jumped up from the bench with a shout of agreement, swaying the ears of his Bonnie hoodie, and Mike smiled quietly. Of course he would take them to the park. What kind of brother would he be if he said ‘no’?
But by the same token, what kind of brother would he be if he didn’t tease his siblings just a little bit?
“I’m not sure…” Mike leaned back on the bench, putting on an exaggerated thinking face as he did so. “You guys said you had a looooot of homework to do, and it’d be a Friday. The park might be really busy…” He tried not to smile at the chorus of little gasps, and his four siblings quickly huddled together and started whispering. After a minute, Peach was moved to the front of the group as the spokesgirl.
“We’ll get all of our homework done tonight.” She promised. A few blocks down the street, the bus they needed turned the corner into view. “Even the extra credit questions Mrs. Hillenbach says we can skip if we want.”
“All of it?” Mike raised an eyebrow. “Even the study packet I know Mr. Salisbury gave Bugs for math?” Bugs quickly grabbed Peach and pulled her back into the circle, and more whispering ensued. Peach turned back around with a stern expression.
“Two questions from the math packet.” She countered. Mike lowered his eyebrow.
“Three questions from the math packet,” He counter-countered. “And I’ll stay up after I get home to double-check them with you.” Peach leaned backwards slightly as Bugs whispered to her, and then nodded, and held out her hand.
“Deal.” She said firmly. Mike reached across his lap (as his one hand was still trapped in the grip of a toddler) and shook her hand.
“Deal.” He agreed. He stood up and settled Pippa on his hip as the bus pulled up next to the stop, and herded his siblings up the steps before tapping his bus pass to pay the fare. As he sat down across the aisle from his excited siblings, Mike discreetly checked his watch. 6:34pm.
They should be able to get home just before Sasha and his mother. That wasn’t quite enough time to get dinner ready, but he could get it started while the kids got changed and washed up. If he made something that needed the oven to preheat, he could probably squeeze in another load of laundry while he was waiting. Maybe even get it folded while the kids were eating, or at least divided up by child for folding later.
Then he’d only have four hours to go before he had to go to work and fight for his life….ugh.
He really needed a new job.
#mun's writing#Mike Schmidt#Schmidt's Siblings#fanfic: Soul Shift#((we have to get through the worldbuilding before we get to the fun stuff))#((I tell myself in the hopes that I'll convince myself))
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this has been sitting in my WIPs for months and I dont think Im ever gonna get it past this point
#black friday starkid#black friday#uncle wiley#starkid#nightmare time#starkid productions#the guy who didn't like musicals#wilber cross#wiggly#tickle me wiggly#my art#wip
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Okay very interesting lore drop in the afterparty livestream I'm just watching through right now: Duke's dad was the sheriff of Hatchetfield and was murdered in October 2005 by Wilber Cross
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Welcome to ~~Wiggly’s shop~~
Your A m e r i c a assembly line
We got
Toys
and trucks
And
Big
Fat
🍑Butts🍑
That’ll help you pass the time
#my favourite line ever#black friday#black friday spoilers#starkid black friday#joey richter#uncle wiley#wilber cross#made in america#spies are forever#jeff blim#doodle#destiel#robert manion#14#avpm#a very potter senior year#tickle me wiggly
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Uncle Wiley and the sniggles: Wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle your way through life
Linda and the cult: He will wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle his way into life
#starkid#black Friday#wiggly#linda monroe#uncle wiley#wilber cross#sniggles#lauren lopez#joey richter#jon matteson
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Colonel Wilber Cross
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