#yes the Wile E Coyote thing is in there

[akanemnon]

Ok so, I decided to re-read the comic, and there's something I don't understand, how the "puppet limbs" Kris and frisk have work exactly?, I don't mean their origins but how they work function.

They are hyper mobile yes, but, since they aren't literal puppet limbs, could Kris for example spin their head infinitely like if their neck was a real ball joint due to some weird magical thingy? Or is there a limit to how much they can move before something snaps? Even if that limit is far greater than regular humans

Their hypermobility is close to real-life contortionists, but WAY more extreme

The thing with these two is they sort of function under cartoon logic. Though it's more or less determination-based. If they are convinced they can do something and they want to do it, then they simply CAN do it.

It's very bizarre, I know. Picture it like a character like Wile E. Coyote being stuck in a down-to-earth, slice-of-life cartoon like... idk Doug (if anyone remembers THAT show)

So, under that logic, their limbs would act more rubber-like. Not in the way that they can stretch like Mr. Fantastic, but that they will simply snap back into their original position. They ONLY get injured or unable to do it to this extreme that way if they're doubting themselves.

Basically, all their abilities and skills rely on determination, with doubt being their weakness. Which is something you can actually see in the comic with Kris.

[justali-anne]

Fun idea: To keep with the Skelebros' mysterious yet goofy nature, I'll assign the headcanon that they basically have cartoon logic on their side. It lines up with their weird physics breaking/fourth wall smashing abilities anyway, so what's the fuss?

Here are some examples:

Both of them have hammerspace, so they often pull random crap out of their backsides like it's completely normal.

We already know Sans can use offscreen teleportation and Papyrus can "jump" over things.

Both of them have gravity manipulation, so sure they must often use it on themselves too, right? Imagine Sans walking off a cliff like Wile E Coyote and just... walking on air.

"SANS GET YOUR LAZY ASS OVER HERE I'M STUCK IN THE FLOOR AGAIN!!!!!"

If the situation is FUNNY, the two can get hit and crushed by anything and be completely fine (yes, that includes Mr. 1 HP), but if the situation is NOT funny, or moreso, if they're confronted by a human, they can be hurt and killed, obviously. Rule of Funny, basically.

Bursting out in little songs isn't that uncommon for them, and neither is changing the environment around them to match the song. Papyrus having Disney Princess vibes has taken over my mind for this one.

Why can they do this? Well, there's the "sciencey, playing with magic stuff" idea I proposed in another post, but then again, there are so many theories. Then again, I guess it's all just bullshit. Yup. It's just Skelebro bullshit. No more questions.

[moltengoldveins]

Me: damn, I have so much work I need to do on Ransom’s character before the end of the story and for like 98% of the time Flannery and Selene be the ones to do it :/// they’re busy trying to Wile E Coyote this shit they don’t have time for Ransom’s crisis of faith ://///

Jericho P Maistri, local Old Guy Who Gives A Shit: “Kid, faith ain’t… faith ain’t keepin’ yer hands clean. It ain’t walkin the high, marble road and keepin the hem of your pants blue. It ain’t about what you avoid - God knows if it were, we’d all be doomed to deeper hells than Satan hisself. It’s about what ye do. It’s the actions ye take, not the actions ye don’t take. Ye cannot think like that, like it’s a game of sums. I’ve done a hell of a lot of things I ain’t proud of, kid. If faith were like debt I’d be so far in the red I’d never break even. Faith is doin’ more, fightin’ more, lovin’ more, not less. It’s wakin’ up every day and askin’ ‘what can I do ta help?’ not… not cuttin’ pieces of yerself off until you think you look enough like God ta pass muster. Won’t be much left by the time you’re done, and you’ll’ve done nobody an ounce of fuckin’ good.” 

Me, too tired to edit that chunk of dialogue so here’s hoping it’s not total shit: oh. Ohhh yeaaaah, forgot about you. Dope, aight. Time for Dad BondingTM. I’m sure this fundamental shift in his understanding of the world will have zero effect on Ransom’s view of his dead uncle and will result in No Consequences Whatsoever.

[ducktoonsfanart]

Foghoron Leghorn with Wile E. Coyote and Road Runner - Pepe Le Pew and Penelope Pussycat - Looney Tunes - Cartoons

In order not to draw only ducks and only related to Disney, I drew related to one of my favorite cartoons, Looney Tunes, and two drawings.

The first drawing is related to sadness by Wile E. Coyote and Road Roadrunner, the famous non-speaking duo that Coyote wants to capture and eat Roadrunner but succeeds and becomes one of the most unlucky characters overall. Yes, it is confirmed by the fact that the company that created Looney Tunes canceled the broadcast of the movie Coyote vs Acme, which is really a big stupid thing in my opinion. And that's why Coyote is very sad and is comforted by his rival Roadrunner. And because of the current meme and the fact that he likes to talk all the time, I added Foghorn Leghorn, the famous rooster from Looney Tunes who advises and criticizes his people with his accent from the American South and for his speeches he has become famous. Yes, here Foghorn is pitying Coyote and criticizing owner Warner Bros for treating them badly, so Disney isn't the only one who treats their characters badly. And they are all together in the area of the Grand Canyon.

For those who can't see what my drawing says, here's what Foghorn says: "Boy, I say boy, what did I tell you? Y'see, that the main director won't let you make your movie at any price because he is an big asshole and we are just like mascots for children. Can you dig it?"

The second drawing I drew is one of my favorite couples, Pepe Le Pew and Penelope Pussycat. And before anyone even attacks me that it's not true that they love each other, look at the last cartoons before they banned Pepe for stupid reasons, where the two really love each other. Yes, in the old cartoons, Penelope avoided Pepe, because Pepe is a skunk and stinks, but there are times when Penelope wanted to hug Pepe. However, one approach is to old cartoons, and the other is more recent. They certainly don't do that anymore, and I love them together no matter what and I'm very sad that they banned Pepe from appearing anymore. I wish he could come back. That's why I drew the usual them in my own way in my own style, the two of them who are really underrated characters. Also this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=APH4kmx-sAI

Pepe, Penelope, Wile and Road were invented by Chuck Jones, while Foghorn Leghorn was invented by Robert McKimson.

I hope you like these drawings and I hope these Looney Tunes characters get their justice. Feel free to like and reblog this if you're a fan of these characters!

[bemusedlybespectacled]

I think the wildest thing for me about this new season is that even I, a certified Izzy Hands Apologist, didn't think they'd go that hard on the Izzy content.

like, did I specifically ask for "Izzy sacrifices himself for someone else" shit in the kink meme? yes. (thank you @kaelleid)

did I eagerly devour Kraken!era fics where Izzy would deliberately get himself punished to protect the crew? yes. yes I did.

DID I THINK THEY'D ACTUALLY HAVE THAT IN CANON? NO I DID NOT.

like even as I read it I'd be like "ah yes I love my wish-fulfillment fics so much, but that probably isn't gonna happen in canon, of course they're going to stick with a more evil Izzy to preserve the Wile E. Coyote thing he's got going" AND THEN JENKINS FUCKING CLOTHESLINED ME

literally every single episode thus far has just injected pure seratonin into my brain. I have been given content beyond my wildest dreams. after however many decades of being in fandoms where the writers either do not care about or actively hate their fans, this (and, to a lesser extent, Good Omens) is insane to me. it's like starving for three weeks and then getting as much cake as I want.

SO YEAH IF I'M NOT BEING NORMAL THAT WOULD BE WHY

[sassy-radio-hazbin-queen]

This is my version of Loonatics unleashed. I decided to do my own version. So some major differences are.

1- The Loonatics take place in 2017 which makes it's a bit more relatable to us. I love the designs of the future but I have to admit I found it weird with all the new technology the phones still look very early 2000s 😂.

2- The looney tunes are there Great Grandparents not 300th Great grandparent.

3- Duck and Rev are Girls. I wonder how come there was only one girl in the team. There supposed to be descendants not carbon copies 😒. I mean we're they saying girls can't be descendants from boys.

4- Ace and Lexi are Fraternal twins. Guys I'm sorry I just can't seem to ship them. They are descendants of Lola and Bugs bunny who are in a canonical relationship. It's a cute ship don't get me wrong. But for me it's just weird.

5- The Loonatics are young adults. Wikipedia says there teenagers but these guys are in universitys?? There ages are. Slam and Tech 22, Ace and Lexi 20 , Rev and Danger 18.

6- Zadalvia is NICE to Danger.

7- There backstories. Starting with Slam Tasmanian.

First off he can Talk. I never understood why they gave Wiles and Roadrunner descendants talking abilities but not him.

He lived in Tasmania and has an Australian accent kinda like Hugh Jackman. Some humans said they were going to take there home unless Slam comes up with 100,000,000,000,000,000 dollars. ( Which is impossible) so he signs up for American wrestling. He goes to America but finds out it's not what he thought. However a meteor changes his life forever. He has a younger kid sister who is his biggest supporter and lived with his mom after there father walked out on the family. Loves to cook. His birthday is May 4th and yes the others do joke and say May the 4th be with you much to his annoyance. Zodiac is Taurus ♉

Next up Tech e Coyote

His backstory is kinda complicated. He was diagnosed with Asperger's when he was 4 and was often bullied to the point where he is TERRIFIED of public speaking. He has lots of stim toys and sometimes didn't feel like talking. During college he befriended a shy bullied girl names Mallory and eventually fell in love with her. Unfortunately there was an accident he caused by mistake and she ended up becoming the Mastermind. He tried with inventing again but after several accidents he was kicked out of the university. However a meteor changes his life forever. Birthday Dec 30. Zodiac Capricorn ♑.

Next up Ace and Lexi

I decided to do these two together since there twins so they basically lived the same lives. Ace is the older twin and is a daredevil who got in trouble with his parents alot. As for Lexi she was a very sweet girl who everyone liked. She was definitely the angel to aces devil personality. However this came at the cost of her getting bullied and Ace getting detention alot in high school. ( Because no one messes with a guy's younger sister especially if she is your twin) at college though he seemed to mature a bit and Lexi learned how to deal with bullies with her one passion Dancing. She loves Ballet. And Ace wanted to be a Actor like his Great Grandpa Bugs bunny. Unfortunately try outs didn't go well for either. But a Meteor changes there lives forever. There birthday is Oct. 13 making them Libras ♎

And now for everyone favorite talkative roadrunner Rev Runner.

Ok so like I said Rev is a girl runner. She had a pretty standard life. However her parents never believed she had ADHD just thinking she was faster than normal or not paying attention to them. Her younger brother Rip is 10 in this world and as far as she is concerned. She is more his mother than there own. Harriet and Ralph are pretty rich and practically use there kids to help make money. Rev being the oldest was put under a lot of pressure growing up. Ralph often would push Rev to her limits. To make things worse he was Willing to Marry her to some Creep to get more money. Luckily she got away. Unfortunately she couldn't take her brother with her. Something that still crushes her. She started work at a diner as a waitress. She was miserable until a certain meteor struck earth changing her life forever. Her birthday is Feb 1. Her Zodiac is Aquarius ♒

For the Final loonatic. My personal favorite Danger Duck

( this is the only gif of him are you kidding me 😂)

Anyway like Rev she is a Girl. And the youngest of the team. Her life wasn't exactly easy at all. Her parents were murdered in front of her by psycho clowns at age 5. Then she went through several foster homes with all of them sending her back cause she was a ' problem child'. None of them realized she was lashing out in grief. She practically grew up in the system. She had only one friend. Pinkster Pig. However when he got adopted he started changing and bullied her throughout high school. When she hit 18 she was kicked out of the orphanage and was homeless taking off jobs just so she can sleep somewhere. Her latest job and place was at a pool place. After a hard day of work. A meteor changes her life forever. Her birthday is July 25. Her Zodiac is Leo ♌

As for Zadalvia. Since she is an alien I decided to make her more like avatar. She has a striped tail. And is green skin. Her outfit is Blue. And she has Orange hair. She is 35 years old. Her backstory is pretty much the same. Except I decided to have Optimus ( I dont know how to spell his name) is possessed by the robo stuff he wears. There parents died when she was young and he became an adult. After years of ruling freleng he found a robot costume and put it on. Unfortunately it possessed him. He imprisoned his sister but she escaped with the help of a rocket. Resulting in the meteor. Her birthday is September 3. Her Zodiac is Virgo ♍.

And that's basically my version of the Loonatics hope you like them 😊

[nyx-knacks-writes]

I'm Scared I Lost You (And You Don't Want Me Back)

A little fic featuring Robby Keene getting lost in the supermarket as a little one. Yes, it will be sad. No, he will not take it well. Enjoy!

There are few things more terrifying to a child than getting lost in the supermarket. Well, monsters under the bed and the stairway to the basement might be close contenders, but in the moment, lost in the supermarket was the worst. There were too many people running around, and too many carts to boot. Big carts. Carts very much capable of running down a small human.

How had Robby gotten lost, again? He swore he'd only turned around for a second. This shiny new Hot Wheels car had caught his attention, all sleek and candy-apple red behind its plastic shell of packaging. Hanging from one of those displays that hooked to the larger shelf, it had dangled in front of him like Tantalus’ fruit, or the apple in front of Eve. Like, like… well, like a new toy in front of a kid who didn't have much. He'd turned back to ask his mom if maybe there was enough money in the budget for him to have it, and just like that, she’d been gone. 

Robby's lower lip wobbled. This was just his luck, to get distracted and have his mommy disappear on him. His little hand drifted to his coat pocket, where it undid the zipper and reached for the paper with his mother's phone number inked in bold black Sharpie. His thumb rubbed over the soft thing, crumpled and worn from both use and the general shifting caused by inhabiting a small boy's pocket. Paper pinched between his thumb and fingers, Robby carefully toddled to the end of the aisle, poking his head past the final display to check that no one was coming down the one adjacent. 

Across from him was the bakery section, filled with fancy bread and sugary sweets. That meant that he needed to go into the throughway aisle and head right, toward the self-checkout. Robby took a cursory glance left before hopping out into the busy corridor. 

He was immediately almost hit by a cart, saved only by his quick reflexes and the driver's quick swerve. She shot him a dirty look from behind her glasses, as though it were his fault she'd come through like Roadrunner fleeing Wile E. Coyote while he was entering into the aisle. Robby's lip wobbled again, and tears stung at the corners of his eyes. He bit his lip to keep from crying and forged ahead, ducking under another grown-up's arm to get away from the mean lady. 

As he made his way toward the self-checkout, Robby kept his head tilted upward, scanning the face of every adult that passed by in search of his mom. Maybe he wouldn't have to go to the front if he could find her. Alas, no luck. The self-checkout loomed ahead of him, blocked by a line of people who looked tired and crabby. One of them, a tall man in work boots, glared suspiciously down at Robby, as though he suspected the boy of planning to cut in line.

Robby got in behind the man and stood mostly still, bar the fidgeting that comes so naturally to young children with nothing more to do than wait. The line moved forward at the speed of a snail in a puddle of molasses, and time seemed to stretch out so that untold hours passed by in every second. The low buzz of freezers and overhead lights wound its way around Robby's head, circling endlessly around his mind like buzzards waiting for him to drop so they could feast on his little body.

"Robby?"

He didn't register who the voice belonged to right away, and for a moment, his mom hadn't forgotten him. She was right there, standing on the other side of the little square of self-checkouts, just out of view. Sweet relief coursed through his veins, unfurrowing his little brow and teasing a smile to his face. He pushed forward, past the mean man in front of him, and—

"Oh. Hi, Miss Isabella."

"Hey, kiddo. Lost your mama again?"

"Yeah..."

"Alright. Let's call her on the PA, okay, buddy?" She'd adopted that sympathetic smile that Robby was starting to hate. The one that said a million different things despite Miss Isabella's every effort to keep them back. 

"Shannon Keene, we have your child up at the self-checkout. Repeat, Shannon Keene, we have your child up at the self-checkout."  

Robby looked away, turning his gaze to the floor as his cheeks burned. Just great. He could feel the eyes of the self-checkout customers turning to look at him, draping him in a heavy cloak of pity. 

After a moment, the eyes turned away. The beep of items being scanned resumed, and Mommy was nowhere to be found. Maybe she was in the back of the store?

Five minutes passed, and she still wasn't there.

Then ten minutes.

Fifteen.

Miss Isabella repeated the announcement, "In case she didn't hear."

No Mama. 

After another ten minutes had passed, Robby started to tear up properly.

"She's not here. She left me here all alone."

It was rather undeniable at that point. Maybe she'd missed the first announcement, but to miss both? Unlikely. Shannon Keene had left the building.

Miss Isabella sighed, a sound colored with clear annoyance, probably from having to deal with this situation, with this same kid, again for the thousandth time.

"Alright. You got her phone number, yeah, buddy?"

Robby nodded, pulling out the crumpled piece of paper from his jacket pocket. 

"Great. You know where the manager's office is. I can't leave my spot, but I'll watch you go and make sure you're safe."

Another nod, and Robby was on his way, slipping between bigger bodies and full shopping carts. Once he reached the office, he tapped his little fist against the door.

"Mr. Talbot? Are you in there?"

He was indeed in there, and poked his head out a second later. First, he looked at his eye level. Seeing no one, he looked down. Bingo. That same pitying look came into his eyes, and Robby bristled for a moment before letting his features smooth over. An angry adult could turn into a violent adult. He had to control his temper.

"Your mama's gone?"

"Yeah."

"Need to use the phone?"

"Yeah."

Mr. Talbot nodded and stepped aside, waving Robby into the office. The phone was an old model, wired to the wall, and it was most certainly out of Robby's reach. 

"Hand me that paper?" Mr. Talbot asked, having seen it in Robby's fist. Upon obtaining it, he took the phone from the receiver, punched in the numbers, and handed it down to Robby.

Ring.

Robby held the phone a little tighter.

Ring.

Mr. Talbot went to sit back at his desk, picking up what seemed to be paperwork of some sort.

Ring.

Robby's chest grew tight.

Click.

"Hi, this is Shannon Keene! I can't pick up the phone right now. Leave a message!"

Oh no. She didn't pick up. Maybe she didn't hear the phone? He knew she kept it set up to ring in case she got a call from whoever her current boyfriend was...

"Mr. Talbot?"

"Hmm?"

"Could you dial again, please? She didn't pick up."

"Sure."

He stood, came over, dialed again, and went straight back to the desk. 

By the time Shannon's voicemail message came back, Robby was on the verge of tears. She wasn't picking up. She wasn't coming to get him. Had she abandoned him? No, that was crazy. She wouldn't. Would she?

He thought back to all the parties she'd mentioned having to miss, the times she'd left him all alone at home, every other time she'd forgotten him in whatever location they happened to go to. He thought back to every sideways glance or sorrowful sigh and started bawling. His chest tightened and every thought that wasn’t “Mommy left me here on purpose. Mommy doesn’t want me anymore!” vacated his mind. His hand squeezed the phone tightly, and he wailed loudly. 

“She’s not picking up! She left me here on purpose!”

Mr. Talbot, poor guy, was at a loss. He didn’t have kids. What did one do with an inconsolable child sobbing himself to sickness? Uh… He noticed a car on the shirt beneath Robby’s unzipped jacket. Robby liked cars. Didn’t a shipment of toy cars just come in? Mr. Talbot rushed by Robby in a panic, sticking his head out the door. 

“Izzy, grab me one of those toy cars that I had you stock this morning?” he asked, trying to keep the panic out of his voice but failing to keep it off of his face. He didn’t stick around to hear her response, choosing instead to retreat into the office to try to talk to Robby. He came back, knelt in front of the little boy, and placed a hand on his shoulder. 

“Robby, son—” Robby started crying harder. Oops. Poor choice of wording. 

“Okay, buddy, relax. Relax. Your mom didn’t leave you here on purpose. Can you think of any other reason she might not have answered the phone?”

The uncontrollable wailing paused. 

“Maybe she’s asleep?”

Okay. Progress.

“Maybe her phone is dead? Maybe she has a headache ‘cause she said she was hungover this morning?”

More progress, but that was a red flag. Hungover? Was this common?

“Robby, buddy… How often does your mom tell you she’s hungover?”

“Pretty often. Why?”

“No reason. Uh…”

Isabella knocked on the door, and Mr. Talbot let out an audible sigh of relief. Saved by the bell. Sort of. He flew to the door and yanked it open, ushering Isabella in so that she could hand over the car. 

─┉┈◈◉◈┈┉─

Despite the little red car providing a brief distraction, it couldn’t last. Of course it couldn’t last. Robby’s mom was missing! How was a simple toy car meant to keep him distracted for any meaningful amount of time during such a travesty? The fact that the cops had showed up didn’t help matters. Though Robby didn’t hear much of the conversation when they arrived, he did hear a few words from Mr. Talbot, including “abandoned,” “not the first time,” and “tried to reach her earlier.” Before Robby knew it, he was being led outside to a big, black and white cop car, tiny red toy clutched in one hand and his mother’s phone number in the other, eyes welling up with tears as he wondered if he was in trouble. 

One of the cops boosted him into the backseat and buckled him in before heading around to the front. Neither of them seemed to want to talk to Robby. Not yet, anyway. As the car pulled away from the supermarket, Robby began to hear a ringing in his ears. His breathing sped up, and a boa constrictor began to squeeze his chest from the inside, phantom coils slowly compressing his little rib cage, intent on crushing the bones to dust and the organs to a pulp in a sort of Robby smoothie. An ocean’s worth of water slammed into the backs of his eyes, and he gasped quietly to try to draw in a breath despite the horrible choking feeling. Something the size of a golf ball lodged in his little throat, and suddenly he was no longer a boy. He was an untethered little consciousness drowning in a cocktail of stress chemicals. Even worse, he was vaguely aware that he was nauseous. 

By the time they finally reached the police station, Robby could barely stand. When one of the officers unbuckled him and motioned for him to scoot out, Robby nearly faceplanted into the concrete, legs all full of pins and needles. A singular thought ran around and around in his mind, chasing its own tail. 

Mommy doesn’t love me anymore. Mommy doesn’t love me anymore. Mommy doesn’t love me anymore—

At long last, the dam broke. Just as he finally stepped foot on the ground, the poor little boy howled, sending hot, salty tears racing down his cheeks. And neither of the officers seemed to really know what to do? Surely this wasn’t the first time they’d had to deal with a crying child, was it? They herded Robby toward the doors of the Reseda police station, talking over his head about trying to contact his mother again while he hiccuped and swiped at the tears and snot all over his face. Those sorts of manners didn’t matter with no mommy around to embarrass. 

Robby cried all the way to the little chair behind the reception desk. He cried as the officers asked what had happened at the supermarket. He cried through the phone call to his mother, and he cried through the conversation when she finally picked up the phone. When at last she arrived, a fresh wave of terror mixed with relief flooded Robby's system, propelling him up from the little chair on which he'd been perched to run into his mother's arms, or more accurately, into her leg. 

On impact, he buried his little face against her side and wrapped his arms around her leg, nearly sending them both to the ground in the process. She smelled sweet, like some mix of flowers that Robby couldn't identify blended with a mist of the alcohol scent that never seemed to leave her. After a moment, he felt the gentle weight of a hand smoothing down his hair, and he looked up to meet his mother's eyes, as though checking it really was her. A slew of emotions danced over his mother's face, one after another. Relief. Horror. Irritation. Anger. Back to relief. Robby tucked his tear-streaked face back into the wet patch he'd made on his mother's blouse and listened to the conversation happening over his head. He didn't quite catch all of it, but he heard something about laws and fines before his mother swore she'd thought she had him, and she was just so tired from being a working single parent...

The officer let her off with a warning, and Robby relaxed a little further. They could go home now. They could go back to the car. He felt his mother's hand grab at his and tug him toward the door. Robby followed behind obediently, trailing after with his little legs as his mother's tall heels clicked against the floor. 

As they walked, Robby could feel the pressure of the handhold increasing on his hand.

"Mommy?" he asked timidly as they reached the parking lot. "You're squeezing too hard..."

She stopped short and looked down at him with icy eyes. Uh-oh. Robby felt his body tense again as tears pricked his eyes once more. 

"Robert Swayze Keene," Shannon started, "how many times have I told you not to wander off? How many times have I told you to stay with me in public? You almost got Mommy a fine! You're getting to be a big boy now; you should know this." She started moving again, tugging him more insistently toward the car so that she could scoop him up and buckle him into his car seat. "Honestly, Robby, what if someone had taken you? What if the officer had been a little less lenient and taken you away from Mommy himself? Do you WANT to end up with all the little boys and girls who don't have mommies to take care of them? If you keep this up, I'm going to put you on a LEASH. Do you want to be put on a leash like a puppy?"

“No, Mommy . . .” Robby pouted in the backseat as his mother got into the driver’s seat and took off, still muttering to herself as they made the short trip back home from the police station. He was almost asleep by the time they arrived, but that was quickly rectified by his mother coming back around to unbuckle him and pull him right back out of the car seat before placing him on the ground.

“Now, Mommy has a date tonight. I couldn’t find a babysitter, so you’re on your own tonight. You know how to use the microwave, so you can make yourself a cup of noodles for dinner. Mommy’s still very tired, so I’m going to lie down for a while, and you’re going to keep yourself busy with something quiet.” All of this as she shepherded him toward the door with all the patience of a seagull snarfing down a bag of French fries.

Once inside, Robby settled onto the couch and pulled his favorite (and only) stuffed bear into his arms. Old Rocky had seen better days, as was evidenced by one button eye and two mismatched patches on the top of the bear’s left arm and near the middle of his right leg. That didn’t matter, though. What mattered was that he belonged to Robby. 

He took a breath. Mommy hadn’t abandoned him. Mommy had come back for him. He was safe. A little smile took over his face. Mommy was going to leave him alone tonight, like a big boy. Robby glanced toward his mother’s room before snuggling up on the couch to take his own little nap. He pulled his blanket over his tired body and closed his eyes, dozing off to the thought that big boys didn’t call their mothers “Mommy.” He was a big boy now. He’d survived being left in the supermarket, and he was going to be left alone tonight. From now on, she’d be “Mom.” Just “Mom.”

First chapter of "Is There a Fault in My Core?" a series that will be nothing but a parade of disappointments for poor Robby Keene. Don't get me wrong, I love the boy to bits, but... His parents have a history of sucking pretty bad and it turns out I like writing this sad stuff as much as I do fluff. Who'da thunk?

Many thanks to @lukealvezswife, who put up with my strangeness, gave me the idea to give Robby a panic attack, and helped me workshop a few different lines. They also sent me their own edit (which is fantastic, BTW) with the song that inspired the series title. Much love to my Cobra Kai bestie.

[bloodmoon24]

incorrect quote scenario for electroswing: that one scene from the bob's burgers episode "Moody Foodie" where Bob holds the food reviewer hostage, but replace Bob with Feedback and the Moody Foodie with David Zaslav (along with any other characters in replacement of Linda, the kids, and the other restaurant owners) >:)

Scene shows the ElectroSwing boys at a CEO’s office, with David Zaslav tied and taped to a chair as Vox closes the curtains

Feedback: Ok, listen, N, taping people to chairs is bad, ok? Never do this. We’re just helping him calm down so that he can see that ruining cartoons, shows, and movies was a bad idea

Bezel: Bye-bye, frown *draws a smiley face on the tape that was covering David’s mouth* Now it’s a smile

N: *tapes a pillow to the back of his head* There. Comfy?

David muffled groan through the tape

N: Good

Feedback: *sets up a TV while holding a remote* Ok, this is the first episode from of my show, called “The More Things Change: Part 1”

David exhaled through his nose

Feedback: Was that a nose laugh? Huh

David: *as Feedback removes the tape* Gah! No!

Feedback: Oh

N: That episode title sounds cool, Feed

Feedback: Thanks, N

Bezel: Yeah, me too. Don’t tie us up!

Feedback: Ok, now watch the episode *pressed play on the remote*

David: *closes his eyes* No, no, no. Not happening

Feedback: Uh, yeah. Watch the episode. This is where we get to meet Malware. Come on. You don’t wanna miss this battle between him and Four Arms

They all then heard the knock on the door

Feedback: Were you expecting someone?

David: Oh, that might be my next kidnapper

Big Chill: *from the other side of the door* Feedback. You in there?

Feedback pauses the TV and went over to the door to open it

Feedback: Chill? *sees Regan from “Inside Job”, Manny from “Ice Age”, and Wile E. Coyote from “Loony Tunes”* What are you all doing here?

Regan: Big Chill told us about a redo

Manny: So we brought some clips from our movies and shows

Wile: I brought no clips, because that man, he didn’t let my new movie play out

Big Chill: So, how’s it going?

Feedback: Uhh, not great. He won’t watch one episode of our show

Big Chill: What? Well that’s just rude

Feedback: Chill, wait, don’t-

They walked into the office with the others following them, until they all noticed David being tied to a chair

Big Chill: Feedback, you’ve taken him hostage?

Feedback: *nervous chuckle* No. He’s in his own office. “Hostage” is a little much. It’s not that

David: No, no, “hostage” sounds about right

Feedback: Shut up!

Regan: This is dark, Feed. Real dark. I’ll go get the jumper cables out of my car

Feedback: No, no, no

Vox: *placing down towels around David* This should catch any blood or bodily fluids

Feedback: No blood. No jumper cables

Vox: Yes, jumper cables! The man tased you, Feed!

Feedback: I just want him to watch one episode!

Big Chill: !!! You tased my partner and you won’t watch one episode of our show? Well, we’ll just see about that, won’t we? *grabs the remote and plays the episode* Now watch the intro scene of our series. Fans loved the theme music

Feedback: I tried that already. Didn’t work

Manny: *grabs the remote with his trunk* We can make him watch *turns the channel to “Ice Age”*

David: Oh, goody. Is this the movie I didn’t finish watching three months ago?

Manny: No, this is the movie someone didn’t finish watching yesterday, so there! *plays the movie*

Regan: Oh, yeah? *makes a hologram that shows “Inside Job”* Then watch this

David kept closing his eyes, not watching any of their shows or movies

Wile: Well, if you don’t want to watch our franchises, *pulls out a news paper that shows “CANCELLED LOONY TUNES MOVIE”* Then choke on your review! Huh! Did it feel good to have your life ruined?! My movie had the green light!

[windienine]

obsessed with the way ysme & loic's senses of humor counterbalance and play into one another

ysme has her whole court jester schtick, she'll lay into you over nothing and prod and prod and prod at you until she finds something you're insecure about (hopefully bawdy and easy to exploit) and then keep prodding 'til you squirm. the fun thing is that she gets flustered pretty easily herself, her ego is kind of fragile and she's easily put out when stuff doesn't go her way. she's this fluid person whose mood and bearing can change a lot from moment to moment, and that includes self-image and confidence.

and it doesn't work on loic even a little. like he's clearly capable of getting nervous and frightened (loses composure when the voice kills ysme, thrown off-kilter upon finding out that ghosts are real, ysme can sense that he's scared of her when she goes full goddess mode) but he categorically can't be humiliated. if he thinks a joke about him is funny he'll lean in and yes-and the bit, if he doesn't, there's a tortured beat panel or an "alright then" and he moves on. he's having fun with ysme in so many of their little back-and-forths even when he's being ribbed because he just turns them into new conversation pieces and learns about what ysme cares for and prioritizes with every bit. (all those vegetable, the flashlight bit, asking if he'll carry her, ass flower, fish flower, etc.) the more he plays with her and ribs back. he finds her fun to talk to.

at multiple points we're given these hints that a pet peeve of loic's is bureaucracy and closed-mindedness in others, systems thinking and architecture that doesn't allow for certain aspects of people or nature to shine through. ysme's relentless weirdness is its own breath of fresh air. when she's being playfully antagonistic.

things ysme has tried to tease loic about and failed:

his masculinity (doesn't care, fine with how he is)

his physique (doesn't care, will rib himself right along with you)

trying to be a hero (not why he acts the way he does, ineffective)

his nerd hobbies (likes when she expresses any interest in what he does, gets mildly put-out about being cut off when trying to explain something, but otherwise will keep offering to explain stuff at every opportunity whenever it's relevant regardless)

his sex life (complete no-sell, ysme this man has a daughter and an ex! he's not a prude! the fact that you assume you will Get Him To Crack This Time is a wile e coyote line of thinking and i love you for it)

lia (cares greatly, but doesn't so much as get icy when ysme tries to rib him about her. just moves on.)

it's like every time she expects to catch him out and embarrass him til he melts into a prissy heap or gets angry, but that's just not the kind of person he is, and it's a little endearing that she keeps trying over and over again because getting under people's skin seems to be The One Way She Knows How To Connect With And Understand People. being vulnerable and open with someone would involve giving them power over her and questioning her motives and her goals and her sense of self is the last thing she needs when she's trying to become god, so she uses dark humor to act like she's above everything that happens.

if loic wasn't completely immune to the routine/as willing to play along with ysme, i don't think she'd take even a fraction of the interest she does in him. it doesn't really add up to her: someone who has no sense of self-preservation and no ego but also this much confidence in who he is and what he stands for blindsides her. what kind of weirdo has this much dedication to a way of life and personal code but has no desire to convert anyone else to acting the same way OR to do anything but help her? either be a proud asshole with the will to live or a shy weakling without it. why is he neither? what does he really want, if he sticks around after getting maimed?

the whole little end scene of the prelude is her trying to suppress the fact that she is feeling all of her feelings intensely and she is literally and figuratively cast naked before the narrative as someone whose mask is broken and who is coming dangerously close to admitting she cares about someone.

and to that loic in his own semi-straightforward way declares that even from a few disparate pieces of truth, he knows who she is in this moment and it's someone who really wants to be free of whatever life she came from. and this messes ysme up because she expected him to hate her once the opportunity arose, that she'd have to break him to her will again and again and again. here he is of his own free will after giving up his own life. fucking weirdo!

loic only ever raises his voice when ysme is in danger. ysme thinks this is weird and maybe some part of a bigger lie that will unravel the more time he spends with her. unfortunately, she is getting attached.

[bisheepart]

A Typical Afton Family Dinner

Elizabeth: I mean they were very common until just recently. Historically recently, not like 'metrosexual is a word now' recently, but recently!

William: Are we still talking about anvils?

Elizabeth: Yes, where did all the anvils go?

William: You're talking about those big heavy metal things?

Elizabeth: That blacksmiths hammered horseshoes and stuff on, everyone had them! They were featured prominently in every movie, western, so where did they all go?

Michael: I didn't know they were that common.

Elizabeth: Wile E Coyote used them, that's how common they were.

William: Who?

Elizabeth: The cartoon. He was always trying to drop an anvil on the Road Runner's head, or shoot it at him from a giant slingshot, or fire it at him out of a cannon. Inevitably, the cannon tilted up, shot it in the air, it fell down, and made an anvil shaped impression on Wile E Coyote's head.

William: This is a cartoon?!

Elizabeth: No no, this just happened to me the other day. I was walking down the street and this giant anvil- Yes dad, it's a cartoon.

Evan: I know she sounds nuts, but it's a very common cartoon.

Michael: But that doesn't prove that anvils were common.

Elizabeth: Yes it does! It proves that anvils were so ubiquitous at one point-*to Evan* Was that the word, ubiquitous?

Evan: Depends on where you're going.

Elizabeth, to Michael and William: That they knew that children would know what they were and delight in them! That's how common they were! Children watching cartoons.

Evan: That was the word!

Michael: I've forgotten your point.

Elizabeth: Where are all the anvils?! I mean is there some sort of, secret anvil storage facility the government is keeping them from us?

Michael: Or, they fell into disuse with the advent of other technologies and so they melted them down and they're gone.

Elizabeth: But they're not supposed to melt! They were made to withstand the red-hot hammer of the town blacksmith!

William: This is easily the most pointless conversation we've ever had.

[eldelasuerte]

Could you tell us some of your bugs bunny hcs?

Sure!

*He's terrified of leaving his comfort zone "whats his comfort zone?" Toon world, he already knows how to go around there and doesnt know or care for the human world all that much

*Hates asking for help

*he's a harsh critic, an internalizer which means if he can't find the answer he MUST be the answer

*he admires daffy in an emBArrassing way and is convinced daffy won't be able to handle his true sincere affection

*he's repressed

Well as much as a violent cartoon can be

Being vulnerable is a Big nono for him but he is phisically rough, if he wants You to give him a hug hell pull you into a big hug without sharing he wants You to do it

*he surfers insomnia, consequences of the hypervigilance

*he knows how to deal with the situation but HATES being the bottom of the joke

*he dated wile e coyote for a while (he doesnt cooperate as you can see)

To me the lore of the cartoons mixes with the historical creation of the characters

So "whats up doc" to me is canon, he grew up in Brooklyn, he was a gifted child, making fun of elmer was improvised and the thing that sent him to stardom

That being said

*he met lola in highscool, they were besties whenever he get to go to school between auditions, they drift apart by the end of it and met again for space jam lol

Bugs wasnt okay with having someone to replace daffy as his co-star or "romantical partner" not only he thought there was no match for daffy's talent, he knew it would get boring

But it was nice to see Lola again and catch up with her

Kind of a lola hc but anyways:

Bugs turned lola blonde

She asked his help with a makeover and he reluctantly although enthusiastically later said yes

He screwed up with the tones and she ended up Blonde, she was mad at first but found out quick she was having more fun than ever... Weird

The Marilyn Monroe look of Bugs on looney tunes back in action? That was lola, she gave him the makeover arguing he needed to update his wardrobe, those eyebrows were her idea

Back to bugs

* he's a frustrated muscician

*Loves history but adhd won't let him remember the historical dates correctly, he also mixes the historical events

*he doesnt want kids but hes unable to leave a helpless child alone BUT this doesnt mean he's naturally good with kids he's BAD and an awkward mess since he considers them his toughest public

He abuses substances

Yeah Bugs Bunny smokes weed

At the very least

He's actually adict to carrots, wb has begged him to be adict to something normal but whats more normal to a rabbit than carrots?

*He has some type of borderline personality disorder

*he ghosts people frequently, he also has manic episodes where he would just storm out of a situation and leave

*besides lola, daffy and the other looney tunes he doesnt really have any other very strong relationships

For this reason he doesnt and won't admit he's alone and afraid to be Even more

He's prideful like that

*after years of doing the same routine Bugs is bored of being the Star of a decaying company that just seems to continue taking the WORST decisions, which he can't relate to... At all

Now that a new version of looney tunes cartoons has dropped hes able to go back to his more sincere role and do the same ALL over again just like old times...right?... Nothing has change...at all

Or has it?...

[cartoon-buffoon]

Hay I don't share fics from my AO3 here and in fact I actually occasionally post stuff here BEFORE AO3 on several occasions. But because I kinda stopped caring awhile back I advertised some flufftober challenge (which I'm failing horribly at, forgive me) that I'm posting on my AO3. But out of the stories I have written my favorite so far is one with my dumb crackship: SkitWald aka Skitzo the 1920s killer bear X Oswald the Lucky Rabbit. Now I could go in depth into the details and headcanons I have on WHY this ship is so good to me but instead I'm gonna post day 5's fic for my flufftober toon collection here, at the very bottom after the story is finished there will be some additional author notes copy and pasted from my AO3 author notes on why this story is kinda my favorite and in general WHY I love SkitWald but the story speaks for itself. (I do not claim this to be a good fic, I claim this to be one of my favorite things I've written, make note of that) Anyways if you wish to waste some time and read, story down below 👇

"This is a load of bull and you know it!" Mickey shouted much to the surprise of all other toons around him "how could you just kick out Ozzie huh!? Not only that yet you take forever to finally get my request in for this town meeting, and once you do you're just gonna end it as quick as it started! Pardon my language but I think you're full of it!"

"Yeah!" Fanny joined in next to the mouse "After all Ozzie has done for us and toon town in general what gives you the right to decide he should be kicked out!? Think about it everyone, when you all needed something done it was always Oswald who advocated for it to get done or heck, he sometimes did it himself!"

Hushed murmurs sprouted up around as the courthouse shook with the talking between various toons as they bore witness to the two pleading for the returnal of one of the eldest residents. The only one who kept his composure was the one the two were arguing with, Wile E. Coyote and the leader of the head council responsible for decision making as well as toon town's judge. The coyote was unamused by the pleas and slammed his gavel down.

"Alright, alright please settle down all" he shushed "We do not need the record keeper to struggle just because you all cannot wait to conversate"

All of the toons glanced over to Pooh Bear who sat behind a typewriter, hastily clacking away at keys.

"Please don't be held up by me, it's such a bother to type with these big mitts for hands yet I'll manage" he remarked.

"Mmm, yes" turning his attention back to the two at the stand, the coyote kept his neutral face as he spoke in his cold and calculated voice "now I will say Oswald is a model citizen and one of the founding fathers of this wonderful city we all call home, I can assure most if not all of us in here would agree he was a delightful friend and family member-"

Fanny slammed her fist down onto the podium and yelled "which is why it's dumb you kicked him out!"

Wile E. snarled and slammed his gavel once more "control yourself Francine! There's no need to get rowdy-"

"NO NEED TO GET ROWDY!?" Mickey repeated back "you kicked my brother out and her best friend! What the heck do ya mean 'no need to get rowdy'! If there ever was a time to get rowdy it's right about now!" Standing up he marched across the room, looking at all the other toons as he continued to plead his case "Ozzie wasn't flawless yet if you think I'm gonna stand here and let you desecrate his name you got another thing pal, if it weren't for him most of us wouldn't even be here! I know I sure wouldn't! Whenever there was a dispute between toons and animators or just between us toons he'd always be the one to give an answer yet still be down to earth enough where it made sense and wasn't nonsensical, come on people! We gotta let him back in!"

Thinking about all the times Oswald has helped them the crowd seemed to agree as they looked amongst themselves. This simultaneous agreement made Wile E. grab onto his forehead and groan in an attempt to control himself. Seeing how the mouse blindly tried to appeal to everyone's emotions rather than logic infuriated him.

"Okay you know what!? I've just about had it!" Steam erupted from his ears and his face turned red as he cracked his gavel on the wood, the small hammer breaking drawing everyone's attention immediately "Let's set the record straight, Micheal, NO ONE kicked Oswald out! It wasn't me, it wasn't a decision by the toon town council, it was HE who kicked himself out! I never wished for him to leave as much as you, for animator's sake he was the only one smart enough to be able to hold a meaningful conversation and in a town full of screwballs and whack jobs he was an outlier as somebody who was equal parts humorous and reasonable! I couldn't possibly FATHOM the idea of ever kicking him out and I'm sure no one else would! Do you think I despise him for something!? I hold no disposition towards Oswald at all and to even assume I am some cruel individual who wanted him gone is moronic and slanderous, it makes me want to damn near detonate the dynamite I placed under this building and blow us all to atoms!"

Fanny tilted her head in disbelief, seemingly being the only one to catch that last comment "you put dynamite where now?"

Wile E. carried on casually, acting as if he didn't just say that "my point being... Oswald was a dear friend to us all, not only that yet he acted as spokesperson with animator's directly and it's clear his exile was nothing short of corruption by that thing he claims is his lover, if he will come to his senses and abandons that beast that calls itself a toon he may return, but until then meeting adjourn-..." The coyote made the motion with his gavel once more only to see it snapped "oh...Roady would you be a dear?"

"Meep Meep!" The RoadRunner beeped as it sped over next to the coyote leaving dust in its wake.

"Thank you, now as I was-" Wile E. grabbed the RoadRunner by his neck and used his beak like a gavel "Meeting adjourned!"

With the slam of the bird's beak Fanny and Mickey looked at each other, all hope they could reason for Oswald to come back slowly, being lost on them. The problem is, Oswald didn't want to come back, at least not by himself. The entire situation and his departure from ToonTown stemmed from a very special and odd toon bear who one day showed up abruptly and made themselves at home. The toon was unlike all others, while even the eldest toons one day got the ability to speak this one was absolutely silent, say for the strange eerie static noises that came out of his maw. Not only that yet unlike most toons who were at their worst annoyances or menaces, this strange bear proved himself downright violent and this violence is what made the other denizens wish for his removal. Unfortunately for them their beloved rabbit Oswald had fallen for this oddity and left with this violent bear.

Oswald was a good few miles away from the civilization he once called home. It had been weeks since he left and he hadn't had a proper shower in so long that tufts of black fur became matted and brown dirt was muddied on his legs and paws. Despite this unkempt state his spirits remained positive as ever as he wasn't alone at all and had the love of his life right next to him, that same strange bear that all others feared. Except for him of course.

"Hhhuuhhhh...." Oswald sighed as he rested his back against a tree, gazing off into the distance as a setting sun painted the landscape in an orangish red "ya know Skitzo... At first I thought this whole exile thing would have been awful and we wouldn't of survived a few days let alone weeks... Guess it goes to show how far the power of love can get you, huh?"

Oswald turned to his lover who sat there munching on a feral squirrel that was in his mouth, the fluffy tail poking out in-between his teeth giving away what he was eating. Skitzo quickly swallowed and gave his usual blank grin and a thumbs up.

Oswald giggled "heh, you find anything I could eat? Perhaps something that wasn't squirming?"

Skitzo nodded and opened his mouth, reaching down in his own throat he rummaged about his insides. What sounded like metal clattered about inside of the bear until Skitzo finally pulled out a carrot and handed it to the buck.

"Thanks honey" Oswald took the carrot and paused upon seeing Skitzo try to gesture to him something "huh?"

Not knowing proper sign language, Skitzo made a rubbing motion with his two hands together as one would do if they were washing them.

"Oh!" The rabbit immediately caught on and looked down at the carrot "ehhh... I ain't walking all the way to the creek to wash one measly carrot" hopping to his feet he gave the bear a kiss on his long muzzle and stepped back and bit into the carrot "your germs are my germs" Oswald remarked with a mouthful of food.

Skitzo stared at the rabbit while a question mark hovered over his head, his diet consisted solely of hunted raw meat—sometimes meat that was already hunted and rotting—he didn't think sharing germs was the best idea but ultimately shrugged. It was the meaning behind the gesture that counted. The love Oswald displayed was more than he could ever hoped for when he first awoke and it was nice that despite all of his... flaws, Oswald still loved him. It's why he soon grabbed the rabbit by the waist and brought him into a hug, returning the kiss with a few of his own as he let out staticy growls to show how much he appreciated it.

"Ah! Bear-bear! Not while I'm eating!" Oswald squeaked out as he giggled, chunks of carrots falling from his mouth "mmm- gimme a sec"

Skitzo relented and let the buck go, not after a few more kisses of course. Eventually he did let him go though and the both sat there in the grass staring out into the setting sun. It was romantic.... At least that's how Oswald always described. Skitzo didn't really understand his feelings nor what romance exactly was, the only thing he did know was that whatever thoughts in his head that told him to rip apart things limb by limb weren't there when he was with the rabbit. He felt calm and at peace with his love, however he was unsure if Oswald felt the same way.

"huh? What're you doing?" Oswald swallowed the rest of his carrot and turned towards the bear who was writing something in the dirt with his claws. The words "do you miss it?" Immediately struck him and his smile faded "oh... You're asking about all the people in ToonTown, aren't you?"

Skitzo nodded, he wasn't sure what exactly Oswald liked so much about that place yet he was aware there were family members of Oswald's there. Family members who didn't care for him.

Oswald was also aware of this fact and sighed, resting his head in his hands he gazed out into the horizon and spoke solemnly "Sometimes yeah... I do kinda miss Mick, Fanny, Donnie, Goofy, Felix, Betty, and all my other friends, I'm sure they'd give me one big ol' hug if I were to show up again..."

Oswald trailed off, memories and the countless years he spent in ToonTown flashing before him. The friends he made, the family he had–more than just Mickey, the toons who were so close to him he considered family. The countless days he spent working with them to build that place from the ground up and all the laughs they shared. All of those wonderful thoughts he saw and what awaited him if he ever returned ran through his mind. Despite this though he turned and looked at Skitzo and remembered the first time he saw the bear. While all the other toons he was with saw some sort of demon who was located underneath the old burnt remains of a theater, Oswald saw someone who made his heart skip a beat.

Those good memories slowly started to fade as he recalled the night that led him to his current predicament.

"Then... Then I remember all the people who shunned you... I think about how much they would probably still hate me for defending you..."

Oswald tightened his fist as he saw all the faces of the people he considered his friends and family, shouting and waving around pitchforks and torches. They were shouting obscenities at the one toon who he felt love for and they all tried to drive him out. Oswald never understood the exact reason, something about Skitzo having some sorta episode and injuring a few, he was positive the bear didn't do it on purpose though. Despite how much he yelled and tried to reason with them though it was only when he put his foot down and jumped in front of the angry mob did they hear him out. Even then after hearing him they unanimously deemed Skitzo a risk, a quote on quote "danger to all toon society", calling him a "freak who isn't even a toon at all". All those hurtful words were thrown and they demanded Skitzo to leave and never come back... they got what they wanted in the end, but not after he took himself with the bear.

With a snarl he spat at the ground "they can all shove it where the sun don't shine that's what I say" Oswald thumped his foot on the ground and pouted "Those newer folk obviously got no respect for me and all I did for them if they couldn't let you off the hook this one time"

Skitzo chuckled, seeing Oswald so worked up was hilarious, the bunny had quite the temper despite being so small. Still, Oswald had failed to answer his question, he kinda just gave a mixed answer and didn't give a proper yes or no. He gestured down at what he wrote in the dirt once more hoping for something solid this time around.

Seeing the bear's gesture Oswald sighed, releasing his anger and speaking less harshly "well... To answer your question uhh, no... No I don't miss it" Oswald walked over to Skitzo and sat in his lap, the bear wasted no time in embracing him and petting him on the head as he continued to go off "if they got the nerve to kick you out then they can get the nerve to come find me and kiss my fluffy tail on my behind if they really want me back–besides, it's not like the entirety of toon town is gonna burn without me! They'll get along just fine"

Skitzo's tail wagged as he imagined the city engulfed in flames. All the screaming and shouting making him giddy, his attention was quickly diverted though once he heard the rabbit in his lap start purring.

Oswald leaned into the touch and nuzzled his head against the bear's hand "Mmm...do you wanna know something, Skitzy?"

Skitzo tilted his head, curious on where this was going.

"I think you're probably the one fella I would consider a true toon" Oswald purred as he closed his eyes in relaxation "toons are meant to make people happy... You do that Skitzo, you make me happy"

Hearts instantly manifested into the sun bear's empty eyes and he held the rabbit close to him. With his tail wagging like an eager puppy he began to drown his love in kisses, placing pecks all over the top of Oswald's head as he couldn't help but see how he struck gold in a partner.

Oswald laughed, feeling how it tickled him and his fur "hahaha! Alright Skitzy, calm down now, hehe"

The two continued their love and affection as the sun finally set over the horizon signifying the end of a day. While Mickey and Fanny would continue to try and get Oswald back, the rabbit truly had no interest in it if Skitzo couldn't come with. The two's love expanded farther than any person could have possibly imagined and without the other life wouldn't be the same. Maybe one day the couple would be allowed back inside Toon Town's walls, perhaps the toons would make a special case for Skitzo and let him back under the pretense of Oswald promising to keep his love on a short leash in order to prevent future mishaps. Perhaps the opposite would happen and the toons would simply do without the buck and bear, going about their days and reminiscing on how Oswald was the perfect toon who left due to a demon who supposedly tainted him. No one knew for certain, not the people who went to bed after that drama filled town meeting and certainly not the couple who would soon fall asleep in others arms. Either way the only thing that was certain was the undying affection between Oswald and Skitzo and how despite being in exile, it wasn't as bad as long as they were with the someone they loved.

Author's notes: ["This, I remember out of all chapters so far THIS was by far the one I took the idea and kinda ran with it. I remember on the flufftober prompts day 5 was something related to like acorns and chestnuts and I remember I didn't know what it meant, neither did my beta reader, so I went and grabbed one of the extra "make it fluffy" prompts to replace day 5's. I had a decent amount of fun with this and this one got me all happy when I finished it because although a COMPLETELY NONSENSICAL CRACKSHIP, I find SkitWald a beautiful ship because for me the entire thing is finding love in unlikely places and sticking beside your partner no matter their flaws, and for the two Oswald has to deal with Skitzo's many, MANY flaws. Anyways I tried to have the ending showcase ya know, perhaps things could be better for the two? but even if they don't they still got each other so even in exile Oswald doesn't want to come back because true love is having the solace of your partner by your side and that's exactly what Oswald has. Oh I also tried to demonstrate that: yeah no... Skitzo is kinda just fucked in the head and doesn't regret his actions but regrets what his actions did to Oswald, he's still objectively a lunatic and only exclusively cares about Ozzie" ]

[programnoir]

Platformer Mechanics: What is Coyote Space?

While Combat Nightsuit Saboteur is going to be a simple game in terms of game mechanics as a platformer, there's one mechanic that I personally feel is essential to platformers besides jumping, and that's coyote space.

The term coyote space comes from the cartoon Wile E. Coyote and the amusing gag where he will walk off of the edge of a cliff for a few steps before it's too late for him to recover. In gameplay terms, players who walk off of an edge (or run, slip, etc) will have a limited amount of time or frames where they can still jump.

You may be asking, "is coyote space that necessary to implement?" In my expert opinion, yes, absolutely.

Take an innocuous section of your typical platformer game, such as the below screenshot:

When platformers do not implement coyote space, I feel that their gameplay becomes inherently too strict, due to how human it is for your timing to be a few fractions early or late. Coyote space is crucial because we are not calculators that know the precise instant that our next pixel will be the last chance to jump.

Because of this lack of insight and our natural margin of error, the scenarios in the above screenshot show where issues in a platformer without coyote space will be exacerbated. Platforms with a very small amount of horizontal space (like the platforms on the left) and areas with an overhang matching your floor's width (the platforms on the right) are guaranteed to produce a degree of frustration. Either you slip off because you jumped too late, or you hit your head on the ceiling due to jumping too early.

Coyote space solves both of these problems. The video below demonstrates a before-and-after with an exaggerated coyote space window of 0.5 seconds to show the effect.

Coyote space is one of the many small things that makes game development take longer to polish and perfect, but it's worth it to preserve a satisfying player experience.

[wickedlehane]

Just a little meta rambling here but I'm a huge fan of the idea that a Slayer's body is dialed to 11 all the time. I'd love to do some threads exploring the idea that in a world that already asks women to make themselves smaller, Slayers have to work extra hard to be functioning members of society, where strength and touch and activity are concerned. We saw Buffy easily break open doors, pull locks, rip phones out of walls when she needed to in order to progress or make a point- but we never really got to see Buffy, Kendra, and Faith dealing with the ramifications of having that strength in their fingertips 24/7.

I don't think it's something they can just turn off and on at will (yes I know there are degrees of effort, but a Slayer's baseline 'gentle' can be a wrestler's 100%). I think it's more compelling to know that Buffy has to make an effort NOT to rip a doorknob off if she's not paying attention. Slamming a car door? Out of the question. If a Slayer trips and falls on the pavement, she's putting a Wile E. Coyote style handprint in the concrete. When she's not in her element- slaying vampires and demons- the Slayer has to make herself small to exist in society. Faith has to put immense effort into not destroying things in prison. It feels like another aspect of control and patriarchal performance that is so natural to the history of the Slayer lineage and I really just think it's another interesting layer on the Slayer cake of complexities.

[bemusedlybespectacled]

I admit, I didn't particularly like Izzy in season 1 lol. I think it's because I have a lot of experience with being at the mercy of someone Like That (in regards to how he treats the crew. Just generally an Angry Chihuahua of a person.) My abusive mother, my manager at my first job, ect... So far though, it looks like season 2 is going to turn my opinion around lol

Honestly, I didn't like him at first, either! I honestly don't think you're supposed to. He does a lot of really shitty things that we're not supposed to find sympathetic! There are several moments – Lucius turning the tables on Izzy in 1x05, Izzy getting smacked on the ass by Stede's sword and then losing the duel in 1x06, Izzy getting punched in the face in 1x09, Izzy almost getting thrown overboard in the mutiny in 1x09– that are definitely supposed to be a "yeah, get 'im!" thing, tonally. I like Izzy and I still have that "GET WRECKED, LOSER" feeling at certain scenes.

And Izzy plotting and scheming and being a dick and then failing anyway, usually in a ridiculous way for absurd reasons, is a good chunk of his humor (I have repeatedly compared him to Wile E. Coyote because it's basically the same joke). It's the same reason the crew discussing mutiny in the first episode is funny: the joke is in them NOT doing it, for inherently funny reasons ("but who will do the voices?").

Like, trying to murder your neighbor is not funny. Trying to murder your neighbor because he has a nicer lawn than you is funny. Trying and failing to murder your neighbor because you slipped on a patch of wet grass caused by you leaving your sprinkler on in an attempt to make your lawn nicer than his is fucking hilarious. And that’s Izzy’s plotline through most of Season 1: just him laying out series of rakes for Stede to step on and then repeatedly walking into them himself.

But I think it's important to distinguish him from those I would consider "true" villains of the series, like the Badmintons or the aristocrats. Almost no villains (outside of the aristocrats and possibly Nigel) are completely 100% without any sympathetic qualities whatsoever: Geraldo is clearly super into Jackie; Chauncey is trying to avenge what he thinks is the murder of his twin brother; Calico Jack (yes I consider him a villain don’t @ me) does/did have a genuine relationship with Ed, even if he’s being a duplicitous asshole to everyone else.

But we spend much more time with Izzy narratively than we do with any of them, in a way that shows us how he’s thinking and feeling. We get the voiceover in 1x06 (“I’m starting to suspect that Edward has no intention of taking Stede Bonnet’s life” over Stede and Ed’s love montage like NO SHIT?), but then immediately afterwards we have the bit where he’s talking to Fang and Ivan, and his evidence for The Plan still being on is… that Ed promised him. Literally just that. That’s a personal reason, not a logical one. We see him talking to Jackie in her bar, sounding exactly like someone who just got cheated on with some floozy. And there are multiple times the camera decides to stay in his face while he goes through five stages of grief: Ed giving up and deciding they’re doomed in 1x04, losing the duel in 1x06, and trying to get Ed to listen to him during Stede’s execution in 1x09.

Even in scenes where he’s being a huge dick, he’s an emotional dick? Obviously some of those emotions are shit like “evil glee” and “anger,” but they’re honest: we know what he looks like when he’s faking emotion and he is so, so bad at it (“BLACKBEARD IS JUST A LITTLE UNDER THE WEATHER”). He REALLY DOES know that Ed adores Stede: he’s just revealing that to manipulate him into continuing the fuckery. He REALLY DOES think becoming Depressed Musician Ed is “a fate worse than death”: he’s just saying so out loud to (in theory) snap Ed out of his funk. He REALLY IS happy when he thinks he got what he wanted and the old Ed is back: that’s why he reaches out to touch him like that.

And I’m just gonna say: I know the joke is Izzy being the human in a cast of Muppets, but “guy who already is VERY vocal and obvious about how he feels and sucks at being evil but in a funny way” is, IMHO, the exact kind of muppety personality that would make him fit right in with the crew.

We know this was on purpose: David Jenkins has repeatedly said that Izzy is supposed to be like Ed’s jilted spouse, and he wrote 1x09 and 1x10 with Con O’Neill’s audition in mind.

And now we know that this season is going to have even more Izzy. So I’m hopeful that this season is going to cement the groundwork the writers set in Season One.

[criticinlove]

Falling men

I’ve come back to two abstract figurative works this early summer: Francis Picabia’s ‘Composition’ (1947) and Rashid Johnson’s ‘Falling Man’ (2013).

My most enduring obsessive-paranoid thought is that of falling—of how easily a body can totter and slip—onto the ground, over a banister, down a flight of stairs, through a floor, down a mountain. I anxiously watch people, their forms held upright, and visualize how easily they could slip and crumble entirely. We may be biologically designed to stand up, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t tenuous.

So the falling men may be self-soothing symbols, halting the horror of the fall on its way to the catastrophic moment, frozen upside-down, diving headlong, (choicelessly?), the literal-ness of 180 degrees is almost funny. They’re falling, yes, but are caught in between the horrified Wile E. Coyote eyes of recognition and the crumpled fallout I dread so much. In the moment of free-fall, do you wonder how you got there?

Johnson’s Falling Man (one of a series) is political. The block-like figure is packaged for the killing. He’s surrounded by mirrors, shot at and cracked, that make us watch ourselves watch him. Black soap smears on the glass. Wax drips in the cracks. Picabia’s man (if indeed it is one) is looser. More headstand, less corpse. A rounded redness circles near or inside his head. A moonlike sphere hangs in the background. Little starlike, bubbled dots drift beside. Still, the seam of earth at the bottom quickly approaches. Looking at them later on my phone, I flipped them around, “righting” them, sending them cartwheeling counterclockwise like animations. I realized Picabia’s piece may not be a man at all, but like a visual trick, once you see it one way you can’t unshift your eyes to see it another.

It’s so hot outside, everywhere. The webbing holding things together loosens. I am left thinking about being stuck headfirst, on our way down, the way we exit the birth canal (too far?).

Somehow the fall does last longer than you expect.