◣Indie roleplay blog for Bruce from Finding Nemo ◣Selective & Private (Mutuals-only) ◣ Multiple Verses Available ◣Mun/Muse 20+ ◣ Literate artist with 10+ years RP experience ◣READ RULES BEFORE INTERACTING! ◣Follows back with Chainsxwsmile-Personal ◣Tag: chainsxwsmile ◣
Indie selective / multiverse roleplay sideblog for Bruce (Finding Nemo)
written by Margo
The lovable guy with the chainsaw smile is Bruce.
This toothy giant may seem like a mighty terror... but looks can be deceiving
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◣Multiple verses available!
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Mobile rules + available verses under cut:
Rules:
Basics:
This blog is selective / mutuals-only!
Non-mutuals can send in headcanon memes only
If we aren’t mutuals but you want an interaction, pop into my IM and give a message first before submitting a starter/interaction meme. I don’t bite!
This blog is OC, canon, self-insert, and multi-character friendly.
I would highly prefer you have an about page for your muse(s), with concise descriptions to help expedite our plotting process!
I don’t mind roleplaying with self-inserts on the condition that you follow my rules and respect my partners.
Threads:
I will never drop a thread without telling my partner first. If things get slow, I will always message them to plot / exchange ideas in order to make it a better experience for both of us.
If you wish to drop a thread, don’t be afraid to message me! I certainly won’t get mad. I’d rather there be good communication between myself and my partners.
This blog is multi-verse and requests can be made to roleplay with any available verse.
Unless specified, all threads with canon-verse Bruce will likely occur several months after the events of Finding Nemo.
Interactions:
PLEASE reblog memes from the SOURCE
Please do not god-mod. I know in fight scenes, it’s especially difficult. If I end up god-modding, please tell me. There’s always room for improvement in my roleplaying skills.
If you request to roleplay, please be the one to create the starter! Likewise, if I approach you with a roleplay request, I am fully willing to create the starter!
Please do not reblog threads in which you are not involved.
Shipping:
While this blog is multi-ship, I am very particular about relationships in such that there must be chemistry and time for our muses to get to know each other. Please do not force ship.
Tagging/triggers/content-warning:
The only NSFW on this blog will be gore during horror threads and themes. Everything will be tagged accordingly. Please feel to request me to tag certain triggers if you need!
As for my own triggers, I have none but prefer to not interact with / view content with graphic shark death or v.ore
I'm going to the police, and this time, I'm filing charges
They're also trying to follow me under new aliases:
gummybandit / msragatha / itsflappers
It's been over a year, Mimi. You could have let it go. You could have just left me alone! I gave you more than enough outs, but I'm fine pressing charges. I think more than a year of cyberstalking and harassment warrants that.
Given how the sun was making their thin pass more than a touch warmer, the blonde hadn’t known how long she’d rested for. Not that it really mattered, Bruce would’ve likely roused her if the need was dire. And so when the time came, she awoke all on her own instead. Thankfully, it seemed the sun only half shone in her eyes, which was entirely doable. Which meant that her next steps were readying the minimal items back in her pack, so they could continue on their way.
Rolling the pack around in her grip, ivy eyes shifted towards the treetop themselves–her senses weren’t as keen, obviously. Yet her ears couldn’t quite hear the birdsong as once before. Perhaps a good sign indeed? Either way it was the one they were going with. “Perfect time ‘or us to get back where we need to be then.”
The cool crisp air of the morning had already began to dissipate in the warmth of the rising sun. Below them, the trees shadowed the forest floor so heavily, Bruce wondered if parts of it had ever witnessed sunlight-- and prayed that no further threats resided within those shadows.
They would cross that bridge when they got to it, then.
"Would it be easier for ye to ride on m' back?" Bruce offered, returning to his more comfortable quadrupedal gait. "Unless ye'd be a bit too high on an already high place?" Despite the path widening up ahead, the daunting sheer drop beside them dizzied Bruce's vision the longer he stared downwards.
The voices grew closer and closer when Bruce suddenly jerked Koa up and began climbing out the window. A small, surprised yelp escaped Koa before she tried to keep her body as still as possible and avoid fidgeting too much so he could climb more easily while she dangled down from his jaw.
"They're coming!" Koa shouted frantically, pointing at the elves in a panic. "Quick, quick, get out of here! We have to hurry" Koa urged Bruce to climb faster. She didn't wanted to imagine what would happen if the elves caught them right then and there. They would probably execute Bruce on the spot, a fact only confirmed when an arrow suddenly flew past them, only missing them by a tiny inch.
Landing on the bridge, Koa gave him a small nod. "I'm okay, but we really shouldn't stay here!" she answered and pointed up at the elves who kept shooting their arrows at them. And as if fate wanted to emphasize her statement, another arrow flew and lodged in the bridge right next to them.
Koa quickly turned her body so that she could climb over his shoulder and onto Bruce's back. This way, she could be able to deflect the flying arrows that would otherwise have hit Bruce. Loud cursing and complaints came from inside of the castle as one of the leaders ordered two group to go outside and recapture Bruce, while the archers were to stay above and prevent his escape until they reached Bruce and Koa.
With quick steps, the elves made their way outside, while Bruce and Koa continued their escape. Rushing through the door, they charged at the two fugitives with battle cries, ordering Bruce to stay right where he was and to hand over the child again.
"RUN!!!" Koa called out in panic, while she deflected another arrow with her staff.
The hide of Trolls could deflect arrows, but only in specific areas: the thicker, scaly skin of Bruce's shoulders and back could ricochet the sharpest of arrowheads. Yet, the thinner skin of his neck, chest, and stomach held therein a stark vulnerability of flesh and vital organs.
With little ability to grasp every movement about him, Bruce hardly registered Koa's weight perched atop his back until she cried out-- only then, in the flurry of descending arrows did Bruce spring back into action. On all fours, he galloped forward, launching over root and stone as the footfalls of the Elves resounded around him and his small rider.
"Hold on!" he huffed, and the Troll skidded at an angle, before dashing to the side and tearing through the brush in his path. Duff billowed in his wake, yet he could still hear the Elves give chase-- only but a moment behind them both. He needed to think, and fast. "Stay close 'gainst me-- we're goin' through a dodgy bit up ahead," Bruce said, as he veered south.
// Thank you so much for everyone's patience! I haven't had nearly as much time to write as I'd like to, with my full-time job starting up again. I've only two more drafts to do before I'm finished-- the rest are in a queue!
A scoff that is entirely on the entitled side of things, along with a glare that is well aimed, the archer doesn't budge. To him, he doesn't care who saw what first--not when a challenging party entered the field. Which would obviously be him and the other two. Which he'd challenge them if things came down to it.
"Ha! Have to agree with your colleague there! Can't claim what you haven't caught!"
"So that means your bounty is still up for grabs then," the one with the claymore points out, pointing said weapon at the leader without hesitation.
There came an unspoken relief when her face was mostly hidden, finally able to open her eyes ever so slightly. Hunters of bounty hunters? This was suddenly a touch more serious than even the blonde even realized, word had spread more than a bit; though hopefully not too far. "I think I could, but we only got one shot at this. No room for error." A deep, yet silent breath. "Go ahead, let's do this…"
"Your lot seems easier to drag in than that beast and wretch," the bounty hunter-hunter continued on.
The archer snorted, dubiously. "I think you're severely overestimating your skills," he retorted, keeping his bow only slightly drawn, cautiously.
Bruce angled his face, carefully guiding Mellie as the current took her from his the side of his enormous head to the shadow of his hulking side. His tall dorsal fin already covered her from the sight of the distracted and quarreling bounty hunters, but it could only be for a moment. As quietly as he could, the Cetus curled his tail, catching his human companion from drifting further past him.
"'lright, Mellie," Bruce urged quietly, kneeling into the shallow water and lowering his back. "It's now or never--"
Mambo found himself taking in the little sights and sounds of the shaded forest around them such as squirrels chittering, birds chirping, leaves rustling, and small rodents skittering in the undergrowth far below where he was perched on the back of Bruce’s neck as a way to put the previous events full of terror behind him. He put a finger close to his chin as if pondering before answering Bruce’s question.
'Eh, if I were to shoot for an estimate based on the times I’ve trekked to the apple orchards before, half an hour, maybe? It ain’t too much of a long haul from this forest, there’s just the boring fancy shmancy town where the high class folks live their comfortable lives before the gates to it.’
The Troll cocked his head at Mambo's answer-- careful to not move too suddenly, lest he throw his current passenger. "Wha-- Ever?" Bruce gawked, puzzled. "Ye've never traveled further 'way from the castle than the orchard?"
Perhaps it was far more feasible to be a homebody when one had a home. As for Bruce, he couldn't quite recall the times he hadn't been on the road. Even as a young Troll pup, separated from his mum.
Today, Florida Fish & Wildlife Conservation Commission chose profit over conservation and turned back 20 years of conservation.
After months of a hard-earned ban on land-based shark fishing in Miami, FWC rolled back all bans across ALL Florida beaches— all while REFUSING to enforce or prosecute blatant violations against protected sharks and rays.
The evidence is clear: FWC is run by corrupt sellouts who trade Florida’s native endangered and threatened species for a pretty penny. We can all thank FWC for the active poaching of important marine species!
Do you guys think the sharks from finding Nemo could eat like the top half of a mermaid and they'd still be honoring the fish are friends not food code?
But that was six years ago.... That's a long time.
// Time doesn’t make racial allegations and creating a toxic work environment go away. Instead of issuing an apology and trying to make amends with the people she hurt, DeGeneres moved out of the country. Like other celebrities with a similar track record, companies need to stop re-hiring them. This sets a precedent that their actions don’t matter— they’ll still get the part and the money.