A Strange But Nice Guy

indie semi selective Duster | penned by Theia

[borahaes]

[shyaniacs]

[valtsv]

ignoring canon because i simply do not vibe with it

[reclaimingtwilight]

me, gracefully pushing canon out the window : this does NOT SPARK JOY

[pk-rockinly]

;; So, uh … I always blah about Ness playing guitar and I finally drew him playing it. He started playing it when he was very little and eventually mastered it as he kept practicing. Ask him to play you a song and he will :> the songs he likes to play the most are -cough- Venus’ -cough-

[pk-rockinly]

❝ – ✰ They might call me crazy                          for saying I’ll fight until there is no more. ❞

[bassplunder]

pk-lovely‌:

     Backstage, Lucas sits idly watching his friend and his band mates scurry around, lost in conversation discussing musical know-how that went over the boys head. It was definitely an *off* day for the kid but luckily there was always a spot for him here if needed, so long as he didn’t walk around the actual *club*, he already did too much of that under everyone’s nose before.

    “Y’know, Duster, I never asked but… how did you learn to play bass?” A sudden question, he knew, but one of genuine interests. Deep inside Lucas was the yearning for musical knowledge, all he had was his voice and he’d be damned if anyone heard him sing, ever.

Lucas had managed to pull the former thief’s attention away from the paper he had apparently been making edits to as the band worked, considering the boy’s question as he folded it into his pocket and sat next to him. How? Man, that was years ago now, playing was almost second nature to him these days...

“Hm... Uh, I was self-taught, actually,” he offered in reply, leaning back in his chair. “Kinda. Magic already knew how to play guitar and started with teaching me that, and I... picked up the rest from listening to records and practicing the riffs. I still have trouble with reading sheet music, hah...”

[bassplunder]

[[ morning, all! guess who’s back at work and has a ton of free time here?

thus, I’m back from my small hiatus! though, i am gonna be keeping big RPs on this blog down a little, since i wanna focus more energy on a few other RP things i have/wanna get going! i’m gonna be hashing out replies and maybe a few prompt/ask things here, as well as trying my best to pick up and entirely revamp my OC, T! if you’re interested in the details a bit later on, hit her up @midsummer-echo​ ! she has an EarthBound verse, a Marvel verse, a MHA verse (those two are HUGE works in progress), and i’m HEAVILY reworking her main Pokemon verse!

as for here, i’ve been tossing around the idea of adding a couple more verses, or at the very least, using the ones i already have like my pkmn or modern verses. if anyone is interested, let me know!

thanks!! thats all for now!!! <3 ]]

[mumidraws]

🎊1.1.20.🎊 Happy New Year!!

[earthboundfacebook]

[anxietyproblem]

[manlethotline]

being an adult and buying your own shit is so weird i don’t understand why anything is priced the way it is. why did my tattoo cost 8 toothpastes? why does a pair of socks cost a sandwich but a fancy dinner costs a whole jacket? why is book the same cost as 2 bag frozen vegetables? nothing makes sense i just wanna steal.

[rachel-weisz]

You know, when you sip tea after saying things, it doesn’t mean what you’ve said is factual, it just makes you look like a jackass when it’s in fact not factual.

[allhailkingp-a]

Capital Offense | Porky & Duster

[bassplunder]

@pigmonarch​

Porky is taken aback by Duster’s sudden sharp remark, but after a long pause, he starts to laugh again with that hideous bark he calls laughter.  Oh, he’s already annoyed!  How wonderful.  This would be a fun adventure for the both of them, most certainly.  Even if he was destined for death, at least he’d have some fun with these bastards before he was gone.  How petty and angry humans like Duster were.  And he was supposed to be the “good guy.”

Finally, Duster breaks his thoughtful trance and stands, approaching Porky with cords in hand.  They’re finally going to get moving, that’s good.  His body was starting to cramp in quite a few places by being pinned here.  He’d happily trade being tied up with being pinned to the ground, motionless.  Porky wriggles a little in spot, but keeps his eyes on Duster, who has no qualms with showing just how much he despises the blond.

Porky smiles brightly, eyes crinkling with a malicious friendliness and joy.  Duster’s threat is so cute and funny!  What a pathetic man he is.  He laughs again, this laughter more short lived.  “Oh, Duster.  Do you really think I’m stupid enough to attack you now?” he asks teasingly.  “Really, what chance do I have against you?  I’m 4′11″, I’m 13, and I’ve always been the weakest boy in my grade.  I’d just be delaying the inevitable.  It’s not like I don’t know that you people are going to kill me.”

The last thing he wants to do-- truly, the very last thing he wants-- is be forced to converse with Porky. With the absolute hell he had put Duster’s loved ones through, what could he even say that wouldn’t be hateful? Better to save his lungs the work as say nothing at all as he works the bindings onto his captive. If only he had a gag, his voice was grating...

Dragging him through the wilderness was... another matter entirely. His heft certainly was a factor, but it was much more an issue with his foe’s lack of cooperation. Duster should have expected this, obviously, but he was clearly trying to tick the thief off, and... If he hadn’t already made up his mind to bring him back to face the town, if he hadn’t had the bright idea to leave it up to everyone else, he swears--

No, no, that’s what he wants, right? To get to him. He can’t let Porky win there. He can’t stoop to his level, even if he so so so so badly wants to. What a petty little brat...

[bassplunder]

anearthstruckalien‌:

[           While Giegue patiently hears the other’s response out (no matter how… expected it may be) he cannot help frowning just a tiny amount, in part out of disapproval and in part due to just how much that line of logic bothers him. At the surface, it may seem to make some superificial sense, but in his own experience it’s hardly ever that simple, particularly since hardly anyone ever remains stagnant enough to count as being exactly the same person between being a child and an adult.  Experiences change and shape people over time.  That is an undeniable fact that the disguised alien himself is not exempt from—both for better and for worse—and this one, it seems is making the mistake of assuming that everything will be fine just because he recently went through some presumably traumatizing experiences. Small hands tap against one another pensively.  It’s a dangerous way of thinking, but one that he likely cannot deter the other from so that the situation may be examined with a clearer perception…

           …which is why he must talk to those whom are closely associated with this human man.  In the end, the Psion himself is little more than an (understandably) suspicious stranger and thus someone not worthy of being taken as seriously.  Perhaps someone closer to the other is required if only to ensure that this human man absolutely knows what he is getting into and fully comprehends just how terrible the consequences of obtaining such knowledge could be.  An internal sigh and he reconfigures his expression back to that of blank neutrality before nodding.  ]

—-‘Very well then.  I can examine the artifact as soon as you are ready to temporarily entrust it to me.  I do not currently have any other pending tasks that require my attention.’

“...Can you meet me outside of here tomorrow night?”

Duster gestures to indicate the ruined castle, still eyeing the boy carefully. This was a delicate situation, and as badly as he wanted answers, he truly needed that time to think it through. Plus, he presently had people waiting up on him, other priorities to attend to, and responsibilities outside of the fantastical.

Besides, he doubts that anyone else in his life would fully grasp the choice he was about to make. Duster isn’t a liar, was never good at keeping up that kind of charade. Better to keep this on the down-low, keep it to himself, like so many other things.

“It’s a bit of a walk between here and where I live right now, so I probably won’t be able to get back here ‘til then, if that’s okay.”

[bassplunder]

lxttlebxtreckless‌:

“No, it’s alright. That’s a lot better than what I thought it would be. I might have overreacted a bit…” 

 He scratches the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish. Jeff was just worried Duster would have seen him back when Doctor Andonuts was taking care of him, and it’s not a conversation he really likes to have. It is nice that Duster is concerned over his well-being, especially after that psychic dream. It sort of calms Jeff down. 

 “…You don’t need to be sorry. Psychic stuff like that is… odd.

 It was really weird when my friend Paula sent me a psychic message for the first time, so I know it’s strange.”

Duster nods in agreement. Psychic stuff, as he put it, was something he tended to try not thinking about too horrible much, despite his friends’ talent for it.

“I know what you mean.”

“There was one time... I ask my friends not to poke around my mind, y’know? One of them was used to doing that to the people that raised her, so we set up that boundary pretty quick. But way after, there was a point where... they got into my head unintentionally, not helped by... actually, it probably happened because of... some weird hallucination stuff. I’m sure that’s why, it all got mixed together, and I just happened to be there, and my thoughts happened to be vulnerable. I suppose that’s kinda why it weirds me out so much now, you know? ‘Cause I couldn’t even tell they had done it. You never can, right?”

Ah... maybe he shouldn’t be dumping all this on a kid, even one as intelligent as Jeff, but who else... really would understand? All his closest friends were psychic, too, they all that shared that experience of being expected to save the world...

Hrm. Perhaps he should tone down the projection a little.

[bitchycode]

Name a more iconic duo than my fear of abandonment and instinct to self isolate, I’ll wait

[unsends-deactivated20170829]

im permanently emotionally damaged but it’s chill, I’m chill