Mayor Maynot

WV rp account for UPM not affiliated with any Homestuck rp groups resides in Trailer Z-1 NOTE: If I am typing in all caps it means he's being very rude. If I type in all lowercase it means he's being polite. This is the character's particular quirk, just go with it.

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k yeah i'm getting off too. body isn't feeling too hot and its getting late......

watch me still be on the computer drawing an hour later!!!

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Four days seems so close..

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dontcallmeshort:

gowayward:

As soon as he happened across Edward, the Wayward Vagabond knew something was up. He just knew that something was bothering the boy, so he wasn’t surprised when Ed confirmed his thoughts with his words. The exile knew all too well what it was like being haunted by old memories. He just had to make it through life even though he was haunted by past failures. WV blinked and tilted his head upwards, making it known that he understood what Edward meant. “i understand that feeling all too well, young sir.”

WV found what Ed had said next a little odd, though. He titled his head to one side and continued. “though i am not quite sure i know what you mean by that.” He hadn’t been here near as long as Ed, you see.

He followed Ed’s gaze and suddenly a smile spread across his features. “you would not perhaps be hungry or thirsty? i believe i can spare some of my citizens if you are in need of nourishment!” WV held up a couple of cans of Tab soda, completely unaware that Ed seemed to dislike this behavior of his, at least soemwhat.

Oh, yeah? Ah, it doesn’t feel too great, to be honest with ya..

[raised an eyebrow] Have you not been here long? Man, you’re lucky. I think I’ve been stuck here for around a year now.. maybe under? [he looks to the side, sweats a bit, and scratches the side of his face] Heheh, I think I’m startin’ to lose track of time too. This place is just feels like it works pretty different from home.. You know what I mean? Probably the same for you, right?

[The offer surprised Ed. Not many people share their food so willingly considering the just-livable amounts that the Ringmaster gives them to work with (let alone the fact that the food seemed to be hoarded). The blond eyed the soda curiously when he held it out, and raising an eyebrow questioningly.]

Sure, I could use something to drink. [Taking the can, he looks at it.He… looked extremely intrigued by the can. Noticing the simple lever-like mechanism on the top and the indentation on the top of the can, Ed figured it must be used for opening. Though he was familiar with soda.. it was just basically a liquid just pumped with CO2. Was it really that good though? It looked better than milk at least. He looks to WV and nods smiling]

Uh, thanks

"yes, it is most different from where i came from. there is no desert. there is no others of my kind. though, there is also no starvation and i am most certainly safe from the devilbeast. still, i worry about those i have left behind."  He was a bit surprised that someone was here for so long, for people left this circus on what seemed to him as a daily basis. 

He beamed as the other took the can, almost wiggling in anticipation. Oh, how he hoped the other would enjoy the delicious Tab as much as he did. What a delightful container full of sugary liquids, that soda was! Oh, how the Ringmaster did at least something good to this world by providing his citizens with such liquids! "no problem at all! a good man should think about the concerns of others, after all!" 

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Woops, Slick gets a knife. [Open]

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terrierfancymagazine:

gowayward:

WV wasn’t really paying attention to where he was going. He just found himself rather exhausted about life here as its population began to dwindle down. He wondered if he’d wake up one day to find himself completely alone, and honestly, that scared him. At least he didn’t have to worry about Noir here, he assured himself. Though, he knew that in the end he had to face the other. Still, he knew he wasn’t ready for that. He wasn’t ready for Noir, who thankfully was back home.

Of course he’s completely wrong (sort of), but he was too busy drowning in his thoughts to notice the other, more fearsome carapace. The little exile continued walking, almost bumping into Slick, with his hands wrapped around his small frame, and his head lowered towards the ground. Little WV let out a sigh and sat down a short ways away from the other, completely unaware of his existence. The poor exile was just too wrapped up in his thoughts. 

Spades Slick’s tossing stopped when the most curious thing almost ran into him. He squinted and rubbed his eye a few times and just watched the figure wander past him. It had been a really fucking long time since he’d seen a dersite in exile garb. Midnight City had taken in many exiles, especially after Derse’s and Prospit’s unfortunate demise, and they had clothing there. No ugly rags. So, why was this carapace in them?

Slick realized sitting there like a dumbass and wondering was completely ineffective. He scurried up to the exile and prodded him with Dull Diplomacy, which, of course, didn’t cause any harm and definitely wouldn’t be able to penetrate a carapace in the first place. He wanted to get the other’s attention, though, and this was totally the best way possible. “Who the fuck are you?” 

Suddenly, WV felt a sharp prodding that made him feel rather uncomfortable. A knife, albeit a really dull one, was poking at him repeatedly. He opened his mouth, with full intent on teaching this brute manners, when he heard a voice that felt horrifyingly familiar. On instinct, his eyes flickered up towards the source of the voice.

He didn't say anything as he stared at the other, eyes taking in his features. There was the eye patch and the scar, and of course that metal limb of his, but it was clearly who that face belonged to. WV would never able to forget that face, that fact alone was clear. The exile fell into a fit of panic as he recognized those features, falling backwards upon the ground. 

WV didn't say nor do anything as he stared, the shock was getting to him more than anything else at the moment. He just sat there with one finger pointed towards Slick. When he finally found the words to speak, the exile finally uttered a quiet, "y-y-you're here too?"

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killmomma:

you guys„,

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Woops, Slick gets a knife. [Open]

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terrierfancymagazine:

One had to be ready for anything. Spades Slick wouldn’t doubt there’s a clown or two hiding in the shadows, ready to jump out at him. The theme here just had to be a circus theme, didn’t it? He was lucky, though, that in the sgrub session he came from, he wasn’t forced to wear such horrendous clothing. Didn’t even know clothing that horrible existed. He appreciated his normal get up still. 

Anyway, with that being a possibility, he had to arm himself. Without his Deck of Cards he was without his War Chest which ultimately meant he was without his weaponry. And his little licorice scotty dogs which was slowly tearing him apart. Bit by bit, fray by fray. He was stuck without a lot of things. Luckily, not all people in this place were like him and decided to help him. Which was probably not really help for anybody else. 

So, basically, he was sitting outside on a stump tossing a butter knife - which was all he could find which pissed him right off - back and forth between his good hand and his prosthetic. It had the wonderful name of Dull Diplomacy and it was virtually useless. Which sucked. A lot. So Slick was sneering at everybody who passed by him. If anyone was to look at him funny, they’d maybe possibly get stabbed. Which was impossible, because he wasn’t strong enough to actually stab something at the moment. Hey, but how could you really know without finding out.

WV wasn't really paying attention to where he was going. He just found himself rather exhausted about life here as its population began to dwindle down. He wondered if he'd wake up one day to find himself completely alone, and honestly, that scared him. At least he didn't have to worry about Noir here, he assured himself. Though, he knew that in the end he had to face the other. Still, he knew he wasn't ready for that. He wasn't ready for Noir, who thankfully was back home.

Of course he's completely wrong (sort of), but he was too busy drowning in his thoughts to notice the other, more fearsome carapace. The little exile continued walking, almost bumping into Slick, with his hands wrapped around his small frame, and his head lowered towards the ground. Little WV let out a sigh and sat down a short ways away from the other, completely unaware of his existence. The poor exile was just too wrapped up in his thoughts. 

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Four days seems so close..

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dontcallmeshort:

gowayward:

The exile had been in a daze almost constantly ever since he experienced his nightmares in reality. He was just happy that the kind doctor Worth was around. Still, he had not fully recovered, for Noir was still out there and at this circus actually, you better watch out wv. and who knows what kind of havoc he wreaked with the would be mayor stuck here at this circus?

The little guy was taking a walk, which really wasn’t unusual. What was unusual (for other residents. for him it was probably the most normal thing), was the many cans he held within his arms. Only he really knew why he decided to take a walk with an armful of canned goods. His mind really was such a strange mystery. 

Though, it wasn’t like he wasn’t willing to speak his mind. He just almost never had the chance. The exile blinked as that thought crossed his mind, and suddenly he wanted some social interaction. He felt the need to talk to more of the citizens of this place, and that upset looking young male could just be the one to talk to! 

So, the Wayward Vagabond approached Edward Elric from behind and set down his cans most carefully. “greetings, young male. is something the matter?”

[He let his metal hand slide down his face, and he peaked through it to whoever was talking to him. Dropping his hand to his side, Ed smiled softly,] Hey.. Heh, yeah I guess you could say that. [he got to his feet, slipping his arms into the red coat he was just sitting on] ‘Just some old memories coming back to haunt me, and some new ones that won’t leave me alone.

[Ed looked out to the lined up rusty trailers for a moment, then back to the stranger. He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged] I guess this place is finally starting to get to me. [Letting out a sigh, he looks down, noticing the cans that were carefully placed on the ground. Ed scrunches his face. Were people hoarding food now?]

As soon as he happened across Edward, the Wayward Vagabond knew something was up. He just knew that something was bothering the boy, so he wasn't surprised when Ed confirmed his thoughts with his words. The exile knew all too well what it was like being haunted by old memories. He just had to make it through life even though he was haunted by past failures. WV blinked and tilted his head upwards, making it known that he understood what Edward meant. "i understand that feeling all too well, young sir."

WV found what Ed had said next a little odd, though. He titled his head to one side and continued. "though i am not quite sure i know what you mean by that." He hadn't been here near as long as Ed, you see.

He followed Ed's gaze and suddenly a smile spread across his features. "you would not perhaps be hungry or thirsty? i believe i can spare some of my citizens if you are in need of nourishment!" WV held up a couple of cans of Tab soda, completely unaware that Ed seemed to dislike this behavior of his, at least soemwhat.

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Four days seems so close..

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dontcallmeshort:

Heh, too close if you ask me. [Ed rolled his head back, clunking his head on the metal of the rusty trailer that he had gotten so used to in the past year or so. This pocket watch was gripped tightly in his hand, knowing the date engraved inside of it all too well. The weather was gloomy as usual; a gray overcast and the sun just barely peaking through the clouds. He let out a groan and closed his eyes.] Damnit..

[The image of his house burning down played through his mind like a movie reel, occasionally the image of his mother appearing and offering to embrace him. Then thoughts of Al appeared. It hurt knowing that being stuck in this place meant that he’d never be able to keep his promise to get Al’s body back, and for the first time, Ed began to think that everything they had done was in vain. Everything just seemed hapless, the carnival actually seemed inescapable, and he didn’t know what to do. Ed brought his automail hand to his face, the cool metal touching his skin, and he let out a long sigh.]

The exile had been in a daze almost constantly ever since he experienced his nightmares in reality. He was just happy that the kind doctor Worth was around. Still, he had not fully recovered, for Noir was still out there and at this circus actually, you better watch out wv. and who knows what kind of havoc he wreaked with the would be mayor stuck here at this circus?

The little guy was taking a walk, which really wasn't unusual. What was unusual (for other residents. for him it was probably the most normal thing), was the many cans he held within his arms. Only he really knew why he decided to take a walk with an armful of canned goods. His mind really was such a strange mystery. 

Though, it wasn't like he wasn't willing to speak his mind. He just almost never had the chance. The exile blinked as that thought crossed his mind, and suddenly he wanted some social interaction. He felt the need to talk to more of the citizens of this place, and that upset looking young male could just be the one to talk to! 

So, the Wayward Vagabond approached Edward Elric from behind and set down his cans most carefully. "greetings, young male. is something the matter?"

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averyniceprince:

humanized PM for a trade with amber <3 sorry i took so long!!!!!!!!! ;v;

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kimbleesexual:

so a wv/pm sketch drawing turned into a speedpainting type of thing i guess

maybe one day i will go back and make it pretty, but i can’t afford to be nitpicky because my wip folder is the size of alaska

ironically enough i finished it while listening to Raggy Looking Dance. Favorite Homestuck album yay

oh my gog why am i reblogging my own art

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kkvantas:

Day Nine: Your favorite Exile

WV forever.

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ninja46464:

yayayz wayward vagabond is my fave EXILES

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pigbuster:

The exowls.

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tavbro:

what if wv was scared of serenity the first time he saw her

i mean that blinky tail must have been just

downright terrifying

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kayotics:

idk

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swooningsenorita:

Day 9- Favourite exile

I should’ve done this yesterday, but I was too busy stuffing my face with bacon-wrapped chicken and garlic bread.