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|| T: Initiation ||

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Sid gave a few fistbumps and hellos to his fellow stoners as he followed Arnold and Harold to the fridge. He got a pack of cheetos for himself and then turned to Harold as he searched for the lost coloring books.

“I’m sure they’re here somewhere. But first things first…”

Sid snatched Harold’s coloring box, rummaging through it until he found his favorite color, green. Tucking the crayon behind his ear, he handed back the box and made his way to the beatup sound system on the other side of the room. The kids had found it a few years back in a dumpster and made a few repairs to the wiring. The old thing looked like it went through hell and back but by some miracle it kept playing music for years now.

Picking through the junkscrap CD rack, Sid made a mental note on the appalling lack of punk bands before he found what he was looking for. It was a CD he had burned when he was thirteen, with all his favorite music. His taste had more or less stayed the same since then. Popping it in the top of the CD player, Sid hit play and began to sing along.

“Fire in the disco! Fire in the taco belllllll.”

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Arnold can’t help the slow laugh of relief he felt as soon as he saw what both of his friends deemed paradise. Some of the people in there say hi to him back,some just nod in quiet acknowledgement and Arnold appreciates the sense of peace that seems roll around.

“So, you guys just kept this place?” He asks, taking a seat near the radio, wincing a bit at Sid’s attempts at singing along. It was a good sight, a relaxing sensation sweeping into his bones slowly, like coming back home after a long long road.

Which, ironically was more or less the case. “SoI assume no one comes bothering over here?”

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“Pretty much. Cops don’t come around because we’re literally surrounded by garbage and it’s also just...” Harold shrugs as he rifles through a stack of magazines for the missing coloring books. “Its not like anyone who knows about this place goes blabbing to adults about it.” “Park kept it. Well, reassembled it after what happened in fourth grade. It just sort of...” He tosses the magazines aside and goes over to pull open a broken microwave doubling as a cabinet. “Expanded from there. People bring useful junk and there’s been two ‘excavations’. Pretty sure there’s been talk of seeing if we can get an exit/back entrance through the old tunnel system under the city after Gerald talked about them.” “Aha!” He cries as he finally extracts small stack of coloring books from underneath a live turtle. “Found ‘em! I call dibs on the ‘Wally the Dinosaur’ one!!”

#!IC #!Roleplay #!V: Patakis #!T: Initiation #SidGifaldi #Shxrtmann

farkledagain

I think Curly is a bit confused.

#!Mun Art #!V: Canon #!IC #!S: HaroldxRhonda #!S: RhondaxCurly

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Stinky, Sid and Harold.

#!IC #!Fanart #!V: Patakis #!F: Terrible Trio

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HA - Thinking About Tomorrow, by TecuciztecatlOcelotl

#!IC #!V: Canon #!Fanart #!S: HaroldxRhonda

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for Leskuh!

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And you guys thought I was going to let you have a quiet reprieve, didn’t you? NOPE.

#!IC #!V: Canon #!Fanart #!S: HaroldxRhonda

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|| T: Initiation ||

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“Oh yeah, I got the goods alright.” Sid wiggled his eyebrows, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He gave his leather jacket pocket a pat, its contents rustling. As always, Sid was happy to hangout with Harold, who along with himself and Stinky, was still down for high jinks and pranks. Some things changed over the years but their friendship remained the same as it always been.

And it felt right to have Arnold back in Hillwood. Sid always felt something was missing in their group of friends and when Arnold came back, their circle became whole again. Like Harold, sometimes he got a little peeved with Arnold’s moral high ground, but Arnold’s advise bailed him out of bad situations before. The kid deserved a break for all the good he did.

Sid gave the blonde a noggie, a grin on his face. “So you ready to have some fun?”

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“What the hell does the good stuff consist of?” Arnold asks laughing as Harold pulls him and Sid in. It was good to be back, the anxiety of unresolved feelings and pent up frustration now a completely separate entity as Arnold leaned into his friends and noticed how much he missed this.

He’d known people his age at San Lorenzo, but it will never compare to the nostalgia and closeness of a life time of friendship, especially not likea genuinely dunderheaded friendship like he had with Sid, Harold and Stinky. “Re-officiated as a cool dude? Harold, I’m offended.” He joked.

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“It’s just protocol, Arnold.” Harold said matter-of-factly. “Can’t have you run with us again if we have to worry about snitching or whining. We’re a lot more hardcore than we used to be, y’know. Gotta make sure you can handle it.” “Anyway,” Harold said, removing the boys from his grasp as he moved to open the door in front of them. “Welcome, Arnold - to the Den of Sin!” It was Park’s hideout from years ago, restored and upgraded to keep up with the kids’ changing ‘interests’. It still stank, but less of garbage and more of the overwhelming stench of marijuana contained in a tiny, enclosed space. The entire placr was clearly a health code violation. A couple vaguely recognizable kids were chatting in the opposite side of the room as they snacked on chips and talked in low voices. Park himself was still there, currently engrossed in watching a television set to the “yule log” station. He was obviously miles away, but a sign hanging over the back of the couch he sat on proclaimed in bright red marker: “HELP YOURSELF TO MUNCHIES AND COLORING BOOKS FROM THE FRIDGE.” Harold waved Arnold forward as he pulled open the fridge door and grabbed out a bag of chips and a pack of crayons. “Jerks must have put the coloring books somewhere else...” He mumbled grumpily.

#!IC #!Roleplay #!V: Patakis #!T: Initiation #Sidgifaldi #Shxrtmann #((I'm having too much fun with set up))

sevensighs

I don’t know what it is about guys’ shirts, but they are extra special comfy. I don’t plan on giving RD his t-shirt back because it is the best.

I wanted to draw some harold/rhonda before leaving for vacation, but obviously I didn’t get to that! So here is some now.

In my headcannon, Harold grows up to be a bit of a bro. And he also has hair because I am godawful at drawing bald heads.

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Sooooo excited to see Sevensighs do a Harold/Rhonda piece! And it turned out GORGEOUS! OMG.

#!IC #!Fanart #!V: When I Grow Up #!S: HaroldxRhonda

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|| T: A Gentle Coast ||

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“It’s Lapis. Lapis Lazuli.” She nods. “You don’t need to be so afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.” she mumbles, assuming that’s the case. She rubs her hands rather nervously. Perhaps he’s already heard of her misdeeds. Beach City was a small town, though so surely that can’t be right?

Biting her lip, she pauses. “You know, you remind me an awful lot of my best friend Steven. Maybe we’ll meet up with him while we look?”

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“I-I’m not afraid!” Harold says stubbornly. “I, it’s just...” He flushes red. “Y-you’re really pretty or something. Your dress and your wings... It’s like magic.” And it’s so important because here he is on the cusp of being too old to really believe in magic and there she is in an unfamiliar place looking like she does somehow naturally belong floating above the night sky. It fills him with something hopeful and powerful. “I’ve never heard of Steven.” He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, a bit embarrassed about his outburst. “I don’t really know anyone here in Beach City though aside from my parents, but they’re back at the hotel pool.”

#!IC #!Roleplay #!T: A Gentle Coast #!V: Canon #MareLapis

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Hey Arnold grown up - Harold Berman

Went to culinary school, works at Green Meats heading up the recent bistro addition.

#!IC #!V: When I Grow Up #!Fanart

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|| T: A Gentle Coast ||

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“Funny you should ask, I was just about to go get ice cream for a friend.”

She didn’t see any reason to reject him, besides, Steven was teaching her how to communicate with people again. That… didn’t involve glaring and threatening to kill their families, or whatever. He’d been exaggerating, but Lapis really did do quite a bit of damage with that ocean fiasco months ago.

“I’ll pay. I’ve got enough change for the both of us. So, what’s your name kid?”

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“It’s Harold.” He says, shoving his hands awkwardly into his pockets. “I... My family is on vacation. I don’t actually...” He frowns and then admits, “I don’t actually know where the closest ice cream place is around here. Maybe you should lead, ah...” He trails off. “W-what is your name anyway?”

#!IC #!Roleplay #!V: Canon #!T: A Gentle Coast #MareLapis #((Cuties!))

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|| T: A Gentle Coast ||

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Lapis turned around, hand pressing down on her beach hat as a gust of wind blew by. After dropping down right in front of the random boy, she tucked back her wings.

“Oh, uh, hello. Is there something that you need?” She managed softly, having caught her in a strangely good mood. She assumed a non-threatening stance, hands folded behind her back and lips curved into a genuine smile.

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He fumbled to not immediately blurt out a string of questions about whether she was an alien or angel or what? Honestly, he didn’t even really expect her to respond to him at all. He was kind of half-convinced that she was a figment of his mind. So having her stand in front of him, actually interested in what he had to say was a bit overwhelming. “I, uh.... Do you -” He swallowed hard, “Do you wanna go get ice cream with me?”

#!IC #!Roleplay #!T: A Gentle Coast #MareLapis

|| T: Initiation ||

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“All right, this is gonna be good.” Harold wrapped his arms around Sid and Arnold’s shoulders and grinned. “Stinky might be visiting family this weekend, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun, right? Sid, you got the stuff, right? Arnold, it’s good to have you back, but we need to get you re-officiated as a cool dude.” It was the second weekend after Arnold’s triumphant return to Hillwood. Harold had always been fond of Arnold, despite his sometimes irritating do-gooder nature when they were younger. Truth be told, he didn’t even completely hate that side of Arnold as it was often the only thing that really got him out of trouble in the end. Still, he needed to know that this older, wiser Arnold hadn’t turned into some sort of square over the years. And Sid. Well Sid was just a constant. The two boys had been easy friends since they were in diapers. And besides, he was going to need some form of back up while hazing Arnold.

#!IC #!Roleplay #!V: Patakis #!T: Initiation #SidGifaldi #Shxrtmann #((So let's try that three way thread?))#((Boys getting high and into trouble))#((Tricking Arnold into a panty raid))#((FUFUFUFUFU))

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“Uh right, right! I’ll be back! Just stay there okay?!”

Sid moved towards the alley, the heels of his beetle boots clacking on the sidewalk as he ran. He slowed down when he reached his destination, the stench rotten trash hitting his nose like a bullet, making the boy gag. He pulled the shirt collar over his face, leaving his watery eyes to scan the alleyway for anything useful. There was nothing in the cardboard boxes that were strewn across the pavement and nothing in the plastic bags either.

Heaving himself over the dumpster, Sid peered into the garbage and noticed something glinting from underneath the rotten food and frayed wires. He hesitated before laying his jacket down the ground. Taking a deep breath, Sid plunged his arm into the pile, trying hard not to think about whatever squishy thing that was coating his hand. He soon found the end of it and with some effort, pulled out a large crowbar.

Cradling the crowbar against his chest, Sid tucked his jacket under his arm, rushing back to Harold’s side. Out of breath, Sid wordlessly handed the crowbar to Harold.

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“This thing reeks.” Harold said before he could stop himself. The vitriolic look Sid shot him for the remark kept him from saying anything else negative. With a grunt, he pushed himself up, using the crowbar for balance. It seemed to work. “H-Hey, I think this might work.” He turned his head and smiled warmly at Sid. “Thanks, Sid.” “Will you help walk with me to the hospital? I-I still don’t want to be alone.”

#!IC #!Roleplay #!V: Patakis #!T: Half Price #SidGifaldi #((We can either end it here or if you have any ideas we can continue))

|| T: A Gentle Coast ||

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Harold stared at the water witch, fear forgotten as he watched her float above on translucent blue wings. It wasn’t normal and it may have been dangerous, but damned if it wasn’t a beautiful display. Was the strange figure an angel or an alien? “H-Hello?” Harold found himself calling out in spite of his natural instinct to avoid the unknown. “Lady?!”

#!IC #!Roleplay #!V: Patakis #!T: A Gentle Coast #MareLapis #((Here we go!))

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For Leskuh’s doodle request

First time drawing Harold. Hope you like it! I really like your stuff. :)

#!IC #!Fanart #!V: Canon #!S: HaroldxRhonda

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I’m really hungry.

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She found herself holding her breath when she was FINALLY snapped out of her THOUGHTS by Mrs. Berman, words on the tip of her tongue that she wasn’t sure what she was TRYING to express, as if she were WAITING for something to happen, for Harold to say something. But NOTHING happened, the two went & washed up without much of a groan MUTTERED from their lips, Helga’s mouth almost dropped to the floor at the meal on the dinner table.

Mouth beginning to water just at the SMELL of the food, it smelled like HOME & LOVE, something Helga wasn’t VERY use to in her own home– sure Bob & Miriam LOVED her but half the time she was IGNORED or simply FORGOTTEN. Feeling like a HEAVY rock had settled in the pit of her stomach again, crinkling her nose a bit now, she couldn’t help the SOUR feeling rising in her gut– slowing PUSHING & CLAWING up her throat.

Rubbing a hand over her arm, giving a faint crooked smile when pushed into her chair next to Harold who was ALREADY fulling his plate with MOUNTAINS of food, sinking lower in her chair almost AFRAID to touch anything out of WORRY she would MESS UP the WARM feeling of a REAL FAMILY. A pang of JEALOUSLY lingering in the corners of her mind, Pink Boy has NO idea how LUCKY he is ! Fingers lacing around a fork, not realizing that she had BENT IT with her thumb out of ANGER until she sees the family STARING at her. Helga turns a light pink & musters up a quick APOLOGY, ❝I uh, I’m sorry…❞ With a SHAKING hand she drops the fork.

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Mrs. Berman shook her head. “Don’t worry about it,” She said as she went to go get Helga a fresh fork from the silverware drawer. She came back with two and handed them to Helga. “And a spare. Just in case?” “So, Harold.” Jerry said trying to change the subject. “Tell me about this project you two are doing?” “Awww, dad, I don’t wanna. It’s stupid! We have to answer some dumb questions and do a dumb presentation and it’s annoying and Helga’s better at it, anyway.” Jerry turned to Helga. “Oh? Are you doing better at it? Do you actually like it?” “Jerry!” Harold’s mom said sharply. “What? I’m just asking, uh, Helga, how she likes the project.” “You’re being rude!” “What? I’m just wondering if she’s actually good at school work?” “Jerry!!!” “Ughhhhhh!” Harold said loudly, scooping up his plate and stepping away from the table. “Me and Helga are just going to eat and work at the same time in the other room, okay? Come on, Helga.” He said grumpily, as he reached out to tug on her arm.

#!IC #!Roleplay #!V: Canon #!T: School Project #Patakiiism #((HAROLD LIVES))

Starter Call!

Consider this an open starter for teen Harold! Like for a starter. Again, unfortunately I’m limiting responses to characters/verses I’m familiar with and are humanoid cartoons.

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