and dale

22 year old RAS Intern/Swynlake Squire Intern/College Student.

[and-im-dale]

the-name-is-chip​: 

What’s Going On? | Chip N Dale

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Holy shit. 

Oh no. He didn’t even realize– like, they basically lived like mundus while under cover with the RAS but– 

“Shit,” said Chip as he ran a hand through his hair. “Dude, I think you’ve been magic drained! Oh my god, wait, have I been magic-drained?!” 

He hadn’t felt any different! But then again, maybe he just hadn’t noticed at all, so wrapped up in the internship!

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Dale’s eyes went wide as saucers. “Wait what?”

Honestly he’d only half-paid attention when people had first started talking about magic-drains. He just thought it was kind of like a new way for magicks to say they were depressed or something. 

He was...definitely wrong about that. 

But he was learning! His smell wasn’t the same. Stuff was wild.

“Duuude I don’t know...have YOU? But like...you’re still human sized and stuff...”

[and-im-dale]

agentgrumpy-gils​: 

Take a Chance on Movie Night || Dil

Oh okay — it was someone Gil knew. 

That made him feel more at ease. Even though Dale was technically his report and maybe he should act more professional — but no, he lived with Dale’s brother and they “hung out,” so to speak. So he could enjoy Mamma Mia night with Dale.

“The popcorn smells really good,” offered Gil. “I was torn on the flavors. Do you have a suggestion?”

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“Yoooo yes. You’ve totally got the right guy for this. Yes! Okay okay...” Dale immediately grabbed the cool guy Gil by the arm and tugged him toward the popcorn. “So hear me out on this right? Yeah you can have your classic buttered popcorn but it’s like...so simple and basic. You could reward your palete thing with more.”

“So...depends on your vibe sir...Gil. Obviously you could do a dope combination of like parmesan and ranch if they got it out here. The brits are kinda weird about ranch and stuff but if they have it around then like...yeah. Try that.” He peered at the table of popcorn and seasonings you could add on.

“Honey mustard adds like a super interesting taste. Sweet, savory and tangy. If that’s your mood. Really depends you know? Plus then there’s kettle corn, the sweetheart of popcorn action.”

[dearlyminhyung]

MARK // NCT 127 ’질주 (2 Baddies)’ Mood Sampler #1

[and-im-dale]

the-name-is-chip​: 

What’s Going On? | Chip N Dale

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Hmmmm.

No, Dale was not “good.”

Chip knew his bro. And if his bro wasn’t going wild over food, even like, bad, stale food, then his lil bro was down. Something was wrong. Chip frowned even deeper, putting a hand on his hip. 

“Different how? I mean, I didn’t change the recipe! It’s good all the goods, man, butter, sugar, cinnamon, vanilla– what’s up?”

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Dale hummed, taking another bite of pancake to try it. But it really was weird...he couldn’t even distinguish all those flavors until Chip mentioned them. Was his nose broken? 

He sagged a little, chewing his bite thoughtfully. “No dude like...it’s like...like you know I like to say what’s in all of it even if you made it and you know. I like to pick out the stuff with my nose. It’s super fun and a good time bro but like...” 

He waved his hand in disbelief. “It’s like...I can’t do it.”

[and-im-dale]

the-name-is-chip​: 

What’s Going On? | Chip N Dale

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Now, normally, Chip was ready to bask in all the praise that Dale sent his way. He was braced for the paragraph of ultra specific detail about the slight pinch of cinnamon he’d used in the batter, along with the hint of vanilla. 

But that didn’t come.

So, while Dale certainly sounded like himself, and ‘all the flavor’ was definitely a compliment, Chip frowned. 

“Yo, you feeling alright there, buddy?” he asked. 

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Dale blinked, a sheepish smile spread across his face.

“Oh yeah man. I’m good.” 

It was kinda weird to taste stuff like regular people though. Was this just how things were? All the time? Kinda a bummer if you asked Dale.

“It’s just like...taste is different than usual dude.”

[and-im-dale]

agentgrumpy-gils​: 

Take a Chance on Movie Night || open

Gil was… trying to get out more. 

Look, it wasn’t because he actually wanted to get out more. But it was clear that after a year and a half, the RAS was probably not going to relocate him. He was in Swynlake for the future and it would benefit all of the agents if he integrated himself into the town more. He’d make connections and avoid suspicions. And maybe have fun! Shiftwell had said. 

Gil doubted it.

Nevertheless, he’d shown up at Al’s Comic Barn for a movie night, but he’d mistaken the time and got there half an hour early. Awkwardly, he stood by a shelf of strange figurines with no mouths and big, dark, soulless eyes. 

“Are you here for the, uh, Mamma Mia movie night?” Gil asked, approaching a nearby person.

[outfit]

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Dale loooooved movie nights. 

The whole atmosphere was awesome. The energy, the popcorn smell...the soda. The popcorn smell. It was just great! And lots of cool people came to these things. Since Dale had sorta gotten lost in the school zone it was kinda nice to get himself out there.

He was just about to go get himself some awesome popcorn when none other than THE GIL, legendary RAS agent and Chip’s cool broody roommate talked to DALE.

“Holy shit,” he blurted before he could stop himself.

“I mean uh...yeah dude. Gil. Sir? I don’t know. Like...music and popcorn and like...a good time. Why not?”

[seomarkno]

best friends. ♡

[and-im-dale]

the-name-is-chip​: 

What’s Going On? | Chip N Dale

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“Dude, I already made the batch, I can’t surgically insert chocolate chips,” said Chip, but course he was smiling.

Instead, he just grabbed the bag of chocolate chips from the drawers. He plopped a plate down with four pancakes in front of his bro and then the bag of chocolate chips so he could go as nuts as he wanted with adding them on. Maybe not as great as putting them in the batter, but hey! Improvising. 

“Ta-da! Bon appetite, broski.” 

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“Aww mannn,” Dale pouted, though he was quick to grab a fork and knife and dig into the awesome fluffy pancakes anyway. He eyed the chocolate chip bag and started dumping a copious amount of chocolate chips on top of all four of his pancakes.

“Duuude this is the best, thanks!” He cut a good chunk of pancake, made sure a few good chocolate chips were on top, and then stuffed the piece in his mouth. “Mmmmmm,” he moaned, closing his eyes as he savored the taste of...of the pancake dough...that had. That had....

He sighed. He couldn’t pick out all the flavors with his nose like usual. Even if pancakes had usual ingredients, he could usually pick them out. “Bro...that’s so good. It’s got like...all the flavor.”

[and-im-dale]

the-name-is-chip​: 

What’s Going On? | Chip N Dale

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Chip leaned over and watched the little clip. Camera work was honestly a little shaky there but– for the most part, that was the money shot! He chuckled and leaned out so he could lift his hand and offer Dale a high five. “Way to go, bro! That’ll look awesome on Tiktok for sure. Oh shit, this pancake about to burn.” 

He scurried back over to the pan to wiggle the spatula under and lift the browning pancake up. He plopped it on the plate with the rest.

“So what’s up, man? How many of these pancakes you gonna want?” 

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Dale grinned, high fiving his brother proudly. He’d gotten a great video for tik tok. He was pretty sure his brother’s tik tok would be hit with tons of likes cause Chip was just the kind of person people would like watching flip pancakes.

He moved to sit down and watch his brother work, humming as he considered it. “Man I don’t know. Like three? Four? Oh...can you put like...chocolate chips in some of these? You know that makes em even better.”

He probably should bring up the weird thing with his nose but like...they were vibing. It was nice to just hang and eat pancakes.

[and-im-dale]

NAME: Dale of Faircastle

TITLE: None

HOUSE: Thorne

OCCUPATION: Guard for House Thorne

ALLIANCES: House Thorne, but honestly he’s pretty trusting. He’d ally with nearly anyone

BIOGRAPHY: Dale was the second born son of a humble farmer and his wife. He and his older brother grew up working hard on the farm and trying to help their family get by. But both Dale and his brother grew tired of seeing the same thing after a while. They wanted adventure! They wanted excitement! They wanted action!

Dale’s big brother Chip was the first to claim that he would become a knight one day. And well...Dale wanted to keep up with his brother, to stick with him through thick and thin, so...he figured he ought to try and become a knight as well. The only problem was this: Chip was able to convince a knight to take him on as a squire. Dale? Well...Dale was not able to prove his value there.

But Chip would help Dale learn on the side when he wasn’t busy doing what he needed for his knight, and so Dale followed his brother around until he finally realized that doing this wasn’t going to bring him joy. He’d learned enough about sword fighting and all that he could take on the job as a guard in Faircastle, and he decided to take it.

For the first time, he and his brother went separate ways. Dale liked Faircastle well enough, but he couldn’t deny that he just wasn’t satisfied. He didn’t like the idea of fighting anyone really, and his happiest place was going to the kitchen to see what they were preparing for meals (and convincing the chef to let him sample something). Now he’s been dragged with the house for this wedding, and all he can think about is food. Will there be all kinds of new dishes to sample? Or animals to hunt? Or will this whole venture prove pointless?

[and-im-dale]

the-name-is-chip​: 

What’s Going On? | Chip N Dale

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Chip beamed. Ah man, it’d be a pretty busy summer with both of ‘em working hard at their respective internship placements. It’d been a while since Dale had come over to hang!

Which is what Chip figured this was. He had yet to be introduced to Dale’s smell problem after all. 

“Oh hell yah, brah, we can make a TikTok,” said Chip. “Here lemme… lemme get in position okay, okay, okay– you ready?”

He’d widened his stance and was like, in a weird mid-squat for no reason whatsoever, like he was about to sumo wrestle some pancakes. 

“Here I go!” 

Chip flipped the pancake again. He lunged a little but managed to catch it. “BOOM BABY!” 

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Dale was in awe, clapping enthusiastically after he’d shot a good little video clip of his brother flipping a pancake. 

“Duuuuude that was so awesome!” He was amazed. Everything his brother did was just...so...COOL! Dale was so glad he caught some of Chip’s coolness on camera. The world had to know how awesome he was.

Dale scooted over, showing Chip his camera. “Check it out. I totally captured the moment of legend.” He grinned, proud of himself even if it was a small little thing. He had caught the flip. 

[and-im-dale]

thedipster​: 

Writer’s Block | Open

In a surprising turn of events, Dipper wasn’t working on a paper or assignment or any school work. He was actually just sitting in [name redacted] with some coffee and a book, because he had some downtime, since so much of his research was paused due to the cave being closed. Which was overall a bummer, but Dipper was trying to stay positive by taking advantage of this free time and catching up on all the reading he’d been meaning to do.

And hey, maybe by the time he finished A Song of Ice and Fire, George R.R. Martin would come out with that last book! (Doubtful).

Anyway, this is all to say, he was deep in a book when a strange spoke to him. Dipper blinked, cocking his head to the side, unsure if the stranger was actually talking to him. Crap — could he pretend not to hear? Doubtful, considering how close this guy was.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he said. Then, because he didn’t want to be a dick, he added, “What are you writing?”

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Dale was like half sure this dude knew what he’d just said, but that was chill. Most of the time, Dale didn’t really know what other people were talking about either. And when that happened he tended to go find Chip to see if his big brother would explain it to him. 

All that to say...it was chill. At least the guy was asking about it a little. 

“So like...I’m trying to write this food review thing...of like the seasonal gumbo you know? But like...” He waved his hand vaguely. “I can’t really describe all the like taste...flavors and stuff like I want to. I’m like-” not able to smell each individual ingredient anymore, but that was a weird talent to have, and he probably shouldn’t mention that. “stuck on it like...tasting good,” he admitted and laughed.

[wholesomecrisp]

✨Mark and Johnny throughout the years✨

[and-im-dale]

the-name-is-chip​: 

What’s Going On? | Chip N Dale

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Yeah, Chip was awake. Of course he was awake! According to the RAS introduction guide, an agent was always up at the crack of dawn, ready for misison updates from command!

…okay, so he hadn’t gotten up at the crack of dawn but– around 8:30, he’d rolled outta bed and then got to work on breakfast. He was making pancakes. Stepping up his culinary game!

Well, it came in a mix so not that hard but– 

“Dale?” Chip called back to Chip. “ COME IN! IT’S UNLOCKED!” 

As soon as Dale did, Chip grinned at him and waved him over. “Bro look at this. I’ve totally stepped up my flip game. Three… two… one!” He flipped a pancake and it splat on the other side of the stove, a little folded on one side but otherwise, perfect. “Hell yah! All thanks to these pancake flippin’ guns!” 

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Dale drifted into the house and toward the sound of his brother’s voice, his nose twitching a little as he heard the tell tale sounds of a stove and something sizzling. He sniffed the air, a big smile lighting up his face. Honestly he didn’t need his smell to know it was pancakes, but at least his nose was able to get a sense of some of what was in it. 

“Duuuuude. Yo, that’s like...you like leveled up,” Dale pointed out, eyes wide as saucers at his brother’s skill. 

Dale always thought his brother did the coolest stuff. But watching him in action really made him vibrate with energy. Chip was literally the most awesome person ever. “That was awesome Chip! Do it again bro, please? I can like...film it and stuff. Put it in the memory of ages.”

[and-im-dale]

princess-su​: 

Writer’s Block | Open

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Su hadn’t meant to be staring. Really! She wasn’t even really staring at the guy, she had just been trying to make out his reagents. Usually things like confusion or frustration or, in his case, writer’s block were pretty easy to spot. Even for her, who had been more focused on making out natural world reagents rather than emotional ones.

But these were just…not there. More and more reagents had been disappearing as the summer went on. It was scary! Hence the staring! She had been really trying to focus on these.

Instead she had just embarrassed herself. Maybe if she got up and left then- nope, he was talking to her now. Great!!!!!!

“Er- right!” she managed to get out, smiling. Feeling guilty for interrupting him now she felt a need to help. “Is there anything you can do to…un-block?”

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Dale blinked at the girl. Well he had had wierder moments before. Wierder conversations without a doubt. This was fine. Besides, she wasn’t poking fun of how he’d been talking to himself aloud and all that. So things could be worse!

He honestly hadn’t expected help. 

If he were a computer or something he’d probably be like beep. boop. Can’t compute. But he was a guy, just kind of staring. He should probably stop that. He slapped his cheek lightly. “Yo sorry, sorta like...was processing. But like...if you think you could help me...like. I’m trying to write about this seasonal gumbo...but it’s like...the words...the flavors...I can’t like describe em.”

[and-im-dale]

blight-magic​: 

Writer’s Block | Open

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Amity liked [name redacted] because it was less crowded than Hatter’s. As much as she’d like to linger at the more popular cafe and maybe flirt with Riley, these days she got too many… looks. Too many sneers. There had even been a couple of mundus who came up to her and told her to get out of town.

So yeah, these days, she hid out at [name redacted] if she wanted coffee or just…time to herself away from everything else.

She was staring down at her notebook, trying to make the next chapter of her last fanfic happen (she’d delayed it…months. People were starting to yell at her online) when some rando dude addressed her.

“Uh,” Amity uttered as she looked up and realized that he wasn’t, but now he was, since she had accidentally started to stare. She felt herself blush a little. “Oh– yeah, uh, that’s totally the worst. Me too actually.” 

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“Aww man really? That sucks dude.” Dale could really sympathize with that. He really didn’t know how he was supposed to write all about the seasonal gumbo if he couldn’t gush about every individual flavor and ingredient like usual. It would be like...a sad sort of review. 

But he was trying! Like this girl was trying clearly. Maybe two heads were better than one here. Maybe talking about it would help. “What are you trying to work on then? Maybe like...a brainstorm sesh or something would help.” He wanted to try something, cause what he was doing was kinda useless at the moment. His nose was failing him.

[and-im-dale]

taranthewanderer​: 

Went to the Market || Daran

🐖

Taran smiled politely as the guy asked him about his experience with the Swynlake market. “It’s actually my first day here. Just moved down from Wales and, er, it’s very different from home.” He looked around once more, trying to determine if there was really anything he recognized but even the things that looked familiar seemed rather foreign in their current design.

“Glad to hear that these are busy, though! You’d want to support your local merchants! That makes a great deal of difference in an economy.”

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“Woahhh really?” Dale’s eyes went wide as saucers. “That’s so awesome! Welcome to town man.” Dale honestly had no real concept of where Wales was if he was honest, but he knew that it was not England, not directly there and that was what mattered.

He nodded quickly. “Yeah, they’re all about supporting local businesses and stuff here. Swynlake doesn’t even really let chain companies in here. Except for the Bueno Nacho on campus but like...Pride Uni students it’s almost like...a must for fast food.”