#dalethechipmunkwonder

[easterelf]

// Hope you are doing well these days! Easter is coming~~

AND IM READY FOR IT.

[lilbluespeedster]

@dale-the-chipmunk-wonder​ Continued from (x):

“And on an important day like this as well? Then again he was up late planning something, so I guess I’m not surprised. Oh well, at least I got all day to see what he’s up to.”

“You know, for two chipmunks who have been through live together, I haven’t seen you two together since I’ve been here.”

[smoodlemuse]

@dale-the-chipmunk-wonder​  said: Heyo! I know I just got here, but I wanted to send you solidarity in your last OOC post and just try to offer some comfort if I can? It's really rough out there and OOC can be tricky, I haven't had much success holding a conversation myself long enough to plot so maybe it's just a big mood for a lotta folks? I love the Sly Cooper franchise and interested in your Sly muse, and your No Evil muses seem neato! Appears like you want to establish things first and I would be happy to plot with you.

rubs hands together..... ITS ALL ACCORDING TO PLAN.... 

in all seriousness thank you!!! sometimes pre-established is just. the way to go especially for me since like. it skips all the bs of trying to set up a relationship with another character? although i do like developing stuff from time to time. 

i feel like i should try pre-establishing more since i do have a few not-as-well-known characters. it just scares me sometimes bc i feel people just aren’t interested in that character even though in my brain its ‘oh MY GO D THIS WOULD BE PERFECT’ and i get too excited D:

but yeah definitely if you wanna plot sometime ;)) especially with amaroq and kitty who just deserve more attention in general 

i love sly but he gets too much attention and it all goes to his head :/

[greenmechanicalgenius]

@dale-the-chipmunk-wonder​

“...What a strange place to have a hanger...Inside a castle no less...”

*Otto couldn’t help but comment as he looked at the strange, foreign land...Or building he was standing in. This certainly wasn’t Shuggazoom. He knew he was going on a wild adventure when the scenery of space changed and he went through that wormhole...*

“Hello? Is there anyone here?”

[lilbluespeedster]

@dale-the-chipmunk-wonder​ Continued from (x):

“Sure buddy...What flavor you thinking? Hell, I’ll go out and fetch some different flavors if we don’t have the one you want. It’d only take me like a second, literally.”

[wabbitseezun]

Dale appears in front of Daffy, he's mostly obscured with an armful of as many noisemakers as he can possibly carry but his smile is being raised up at the duck nonetheless. He drops the noisemakers at Daffy's feet with a squeak and a chortle. "Hey party person! I heard it was yer birthday! Here, take th' noisemakers and for every hour on the hour, use 'em! It'll remind people about your special day an' that way they can't possibly forget ya!"

          Daffy watched as the gifts were placed at his feet, and smiling, the duck bent down to pick one up, holding it out to the chipmunk to take as he grabbed another for himself. “Hoohoo! Telling people it’s my birthday is what my birthday’s all about!” He held his palm out for the smaller toon to climb onto. “How ‘bout you come along with me? Then we can remind EVERYONE!”

[tcthinecwnself-a]

"Monterey, yanno you're the neato adventure dad everybody wishes they had." A sheepish smile. "I dunno what shooting star I wished on t' have it actually come true, but... you're like th' dad I never had."

Monterey unwillingly locks up, arms going stiff at his sides. Out of all the things he expected to hear today, that certainly wasn’t one of them. Of course, the adventurer can’t deny he’s always wanted to hear those words. 

“Gee, uh,” He coughs, looking down to give Dale a kind smile. “Thank ye Dale, me lad. I uh, hope I’m a good Pop.”

[tcthinecwnself-a]

When the foot traffic in the F.O.W.L laboratories tapered off, and the lights in the bunker were quelled, Dale had nothing to stave off boredom once the novelty of fogging up the glass to make impressions was worn. He wasn't about to admit it, but sleep was looming and the prospect of being the last one awake was a little scary. He rapped on the pane closest to Monty, once attentions were captured he wrapped his arms around himself like a security blanket. "Monty, sing song? Very good."

The rat was on his back today, hands folded neatly over his chest. It would’ve been an odd position for him a few months ago, but now it felt quite natural to do. His attention from the flickering lightbulp above was taken away as he heard the young chipmunk’s request. “Sing, huh?” That’s what that large, black bird called it when she was taking notes.

“Sure. Sure. I can sing.” He sat up a bit, pushing himself up to clean against the side of his glass. Very softly, the rat began to him a little tune. He didn’t know how to put words in it yet, but it would be a wonderful idea to think about later. For now, he thumped his tail against the bottom of the cage as he let his voice travel.