Anything and Everything

[oury-boros]

happy pride specifically to georgie crusoe and timmy

[miniherodesktales]

Fic Idea: The Week of Misrule.

Rudyard is researching the island's Misrule traditions, which the Mayor then decides to reinstate.

Georgie creates a Wheel of Fortune, with participants' names and occupations inscribed upon it. After it has spun round, people are assigned temporary new job roles.

Eric takes over the circus; Antigone works in the library ; Georgie is Mayor. Rudyard is tricked into participating and becomes a vet, with Madaline as his assistant.

[nitashinori]

That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science

Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?

[miniherodesktales]

Sailor Moon on Fox Kids and Pokemon (I'm in the UK) first show I knew that was anime.

Before that The Moomins and The Little Prince.

[miniherodesktales]

Antigone: Ah, what a beautiful spring morning. 😊Oh, good morning, Mr Devon 👋

Mr Devon: Miss Funn, lovely day, isn't it? Here's your two pints of semi skimmed - added to your bill - and me mother.

A: Thank you...sorry, what? 🤨

Mr Devon: two pints and me mother. Here you go.

A: 😱

Mr D: she died late last night. Thought I might as well deliver her to your door while on me rounds. Save you the trouble of coming for her yourselves.

A: How thoughtful....

Mr D: I best be off before the milk gets warm. I'll ring later about the arrangements. Good day, Miss Funn.

A: G-good day....Oh, she's heavy! 😖 Rudyard! Rudyard! Get up and help me! Oh, why did I open the door...😭

[lousysharkbutt]

HI TAY 👋

[miniherodesktales]

I have a headcanon that Rudyard suffers from migraines, but there's an urban legend that during the prodrome phase he can see visions of the future, particularly along the themes of death.

Sid Marlowe: They say he can see the future.

Eric: No, he can't 🙄

Sid: Then how do you explain how he knew that Mrs Perkins would die on her birthday...and it came to pass?

Eric: Because she went sky diving on her birthday...and she was 105!

Cue Sidney attempting to purposely trigger a migraine so that he can investigate.

[miniherodesktales]

Sid: Time for Sidney Marlowe, Investigative Journalist Extraordinaire, to launch his exposé into the Case of the Psychic Undertaker.

Eric: What are you planning on doing, Sid? And investigate what? Rudyard is not psychic! There's nothing to investigate! 😩

S: Doubters always say that. Step 1: Uncover his migraine triggers.

E: 🤨how?

S: by spying on him! 😊

E: That's unethical! Not to mention impractical.

S: It's all above board, Eric-Boy. When you wear the journalist hat, you can do whatever you like!

E: That's not true! There are rules!

S: Well, if there are, I've not heard of them. Later, Eric-Boy! I'll let you know what I find out!

E: 😒I'm staying out of this one...up to a point...

*

Agatha Doyle: Morning, Mr Funn 😊After your usual sherbet fountain? Each one shortens your life by 20 minutes, but they are pleasingly fizzy.

R: Thank you, Ms Doyle.

Sid: SHERBET!

R: 😱

AD: Mr Marlow, whatever were you doing hiding in the jelly bean tub? 🤨 And how long have you been in there?

S: I'm asking the questions today, Ms Doyle! (and you might wish to wash your jelly beans). Now tell me, Rudyard, lad, what is it about the sherbet fountain that appeals to your sweet tooth? Is it the lemon flavouring, or its uncanny ability to trigger excruciating headaches?

AD: 😡

R: It doesn't?

AD: Of course my sherbet doesn't cause headaches! They come with a warning of developing diabetes, but not headaches!

S: I see....not...sherbet....Now, what's the opposite of sherbet? 🤔

AD: a philosophical question, to be sure.

R: I don't know...something chewy, maybe, like toffee.

S: toffee, aha! And why haven't you brought any toffees today?

R: Uh -

AD: He's not old enough and you know it! Read the sign!

S: This investigation has hit a dead end...but it's too early to quit!

[miniherodesktales]

S: time for round two, Rudyard....if not sweets then let's try something else..

2 AM at Sid's office...

R: Mr Marlowe, I came as quickly as I could...🥱where's the body? 😒

S: uh, what body?

R: I don't know! You telephoned to say that you'd found a body and you needed me to take it away. So where is it?

S: Oh. Sorry, Rudyard, boy, must have done all that in my sleep! 😅

R: in your sleep? 🤨

S: Yep, prone to that kind of thing, I am. Petunia is always complaining about it. Aren't you, Petunia?

P: Ello', Rudyard! 👋

R: So, let me get this straight. You telephoned me at two in the morning, in your sleep, dreaming about having found a body, and dragged me out of my own bed, for no good reason?

S: yep. Sorry, Rudders. Must be a bit stressful for you, no sleep and the fire alarm going off...and the fire alarm going off.

R: what fire alarm?

S: the fire alarm! THE FIRE ALARM!

R: 🤨

S: Why didn't it go off?

E: Morning, all. Enjoying yourselves?

R: Chapman!

S: Eric! What you doing here?

E: Funny thing, Sid. I sometimes sleep walk 😅and when I do I wander around in the early hours and temporarily disable fire alarm systems. It really is a peculiar thing. Don't worry, I'll turn it back on first thing.

S: 😡 You know, Eric, boy, you were interrupting an important meeting -

R: No, he wasn't. I'm going back to bed.

E: Night, Rudyard. 😊

S: Rudyard.

The next day...

S: I'll get you this time, Rudyard, boy....Oh, hey, Rudyard! Over here!

R: Mr Marlowe, any more dream bodies for me?

S: Yeah, I'm sorry about that. And to make it up to you have this coffee I brought just for you.

R: What kind of coffee?🤨

S: don't worry. Because I don't know what you like I just went for a decaff latte with semi skimmed milk.

R: Well, I am tired so I suppose one sip couldn't hurt...

S: 😊

R: 😳 oh, no...

S: what's wrong, Rudyard?

R: was there chocolate in that?

S: oh, no, so there was! How did that happen? Are you alright, Rudyard?

R: my head....😖 everything is spinning....

S: what's happening? Is it a migraine?

R: Sidney Marlowe will die tonight....😵‍💫

S: What?

R: in a terrible, terrible, bizarre accident...

S: What accident? Speak, prophet, I need to know!

R: oh, it's horrible! Too gruesome for me to share! Oh, why so many rabbits?

S: No, please tell me! I don't want to die!

R: too bad! Sid Marlowe is destined to die by plague of rabbied rabbits, eating him alive!

S: no! 😱

R: They escaped from the secret mad scientist who lives just down the road, and they've been experimented on to be made super evil! They'll munch on his fingers, bite down on his kneecaps, rip off his earlobes!

S: Stop it!

R: Some even set up home in his stomach! And his final words...something about "I should have left the amazing Rudyard Funn alone! I do wish I could apologise."

S: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, Spirit, I can change!

R: 🤣🤣

S: What? Now, hang on, I thought you were having a migraine!

E: Hello again, Sidney, sorry for the scare. But I couldn't not tell Rudyard your plan.

R: the look on your face...😂

S: yeah, yeah, you got me 😒....I'm sorry, Rudyard, lad. Hearing that prophesy has made me want to change my ways. I'll never try to trigger someone's migraine for the sake of a story again. Now, if you excuse me, gents, I have to go home and rabbit proof my bedroom...and my earlobes...

E: good work, Rudyard. I nearly gave myself away by trying not to laugh so loudly.

R: well....thank you for telling me what Sidney was up to....quite decent of you, I suppose. 😒

E: Sure. Coffee?

R: thanks....oh. 😳

E: you know, it was quite fun being on the same side for once, we should - Rudyard? Rudyard, are you ok?

R: you put caramel syrup in my coffee....

E: No, I didn't, I.....I gave you my coffee by mistake....😱

R: 😵‍💫The Baron will come for Eric Chapman😵‍💫

E: What? 😱 Hey, Rudyard, snap out of it! Are you okay?

R: my head is splitting...😖

E: Here, let me get you home....

R: did I say anything just now...? I felt strange....

E: no, nothing. 😳

[thevampirecrow]

we get the body in the coffin in the ground on time!!!!!!!

[legolambi]

hello chapgone nation

[a-literal-toaster-wtf]

lighting study with That Bastard

[miniherodesktales]

I have a headcanon that Rudyard suffers from migraines, but there's an urban legend that during the prodrome phase he can see visions of the future, particularly along the themes of death.

Sid Marlowe: They say he can see the future.

Eric: No, he can't 🙄

Sid: Then how do you explain how he knew that Mrs Perkins would die on her birthday...and it came to pass?

Eric: Because she went sky diving on her birthday...and she was 105!

Cue Sidney attempting to purposely trigger a migraine so that he can investigate.

[miniherodesktales]

Sid: Time for Sidney Marlowe, Investigative Journalist Extraordinaire, to launch his exposé into the Case of the Psychic Undertaker.

Eric: What are you planning on doing, Sid? And investigate what? Rudyard is not psychic! There's nothing to investigate! 😩

S: Doubters always say that. Step 1: Uncover his migraine triggers.

E: 🤨how?

S: by spying on him! 😊

E: That's unethical! Not to mention impractical.

S: It's all above board, Eric-Boy. When you wear the journalist hat, you can do whatever you like!

E: That's not true! There are rules!

S: Well, if there are, I've not heard of them. Later, Eric-Boy! I'll let you know what I find out!

E: 😒I'm staying out of this one...up to a point...

*

Agatha Doyle: Morning, Mr Funn 😊After your usual sherbet fountain? Each one shortens your life by 20 minutes, but they are pleasingly fizzy.

R: Thank you, Ms Doyle.

Sid: SHERBET!

R: 😱

AD: Mr Marlow, whatever were you doing hiding in the jelly bean tub? 🤨 And how long have you been in there?

S: I'm asking the questions today, Ms Doyle! (and you might wish to wash your jelly beans). Now tell me, Rudyard, lad, what is it about the sherbet fountain that appeals to your sweet tooth? Is it the lemon flavouring, or its uncanny ability to trigger excruciating headaches?

AD: 😡

R: It doesn't?

AD: Of course my sherbet doesn't cause headaches! They come with a warning of developing diabetes, but not headaches!

S: I see....not...sherbet....Now, what's the opposite of sherbet? 🤔

AD: a philosophical question, to be sure.

R: I don't know...something chewy, maybe, like toffee.

S: toffee, aha! And why haven't you brought any toffees today?

R: Uh -

AD: He's not old enough and you know it! Read the sign!

S: This investigation has hit a dead end...but it's too early to quit!

[thereweresunflowers]

first entry in sketch book this year and i love her... cannot stop thinking about her...... babiest of girls antigone funn.........

[frosnpls]

autistic rudyard headcanon hours he discovers ear defenders and immediately starts using them All The Time NOT ONLY for their. yknow. intended purpose of blocking out overstimulating sound but ALSO because it means he can get away with pretending he cant hear people trying to talk to him more easily

[frosnpls]

we're all agreed that rudyard and antigone have autism yeah okay but like. eric does too. he just masks so hard that he forgot how to Not Do That

[miniherodesktales]

Sorry for so many posts 🫣

Thinking about Antigone as autistic. Especially the times where she is feeling passionate about something and struggles to explain herself.

like with her chocolates. Madaline says it took her over an hour to explain the concept to Agatha.

And when she's directing the play, the others get frustrated as she couldn't really explain clearly what she wanted from them. (Madaline narrates that this)

But she also flourishes when working mostly alone. Like when she has free reign for directing Mr Noggin's funeral. And with the novel writing.

Like Rudyard, she mutters when overwhelmed.

[followmelikethemoon]

I see a lot of people talk about Rudyard being autistic, which is totally VALID, but…I don't see nearly enough people talk about how much of a representation win Antigone is for weird, slightly off putting, lonely & isolated autistic women who have no idea how to connect with other people.

She is one of the only fictional characters I have ever felt legitimately seen and represented by in media as an autistic woman 😭 like holy shit that is literally me

[not-equippedforthis]

thinking about rudyard funn's true interests slowly becoming more apparent, mostly without his distinct realisation: the family business is his torch to carry, and even if it isn't a passion it's a duty, it's his life; it's not supposed to be fun. antigone has always been a dark, burning flame for biology and embalming and the science of it all: to her, it's an art as gorgeous as the 4 hour silent french films she watches. her true yet restrained passions for literature and theatre run and flourish throughout the podcast alongside it.

but rudyard? it's an order: he gets the body in the coffin in the ground on time. the part he likes about funeral directing is the directing. giving everyone a clean, timed, proper service. episode 4, when organising the fete, he says, i, i do like spreadsheets. its the one thing he's good at. except he likes building mouse furniture. for mice. he enjoys organising and scheduling --- nothing more to it, really, but then he becomes the town's archivist and promptly engulfs 300 years of town history in what's probably the span of a few days. he can't help but bring up town history. it's his job, what do you mean? he likes spreadsheets. he cares infinitely about upkeeping the burial grounds. touching corpses freaks him out. he's an agent of looney-tunes style mayhem and a symbol of death who also adores order and planning and by god he'll pose in a naked calendar if it saves his fucking schedule. they will get the body in the coffin in the ground on time. day one, it's all about time. if one historical detail is off he'll implode. he knows seemingly everything about history, now. he'd go crazy for wikipedia. someone should get him to watch cunk on earth. update: finally got myself to finish the finale. i'm so happy for them i could and did cry. 'i like researching history' and 'i like writing porn' siblings i love you so.

[velisveilka]

how i see the antigone and rudyard that live in my brain