#fanmily

[numberonetacostan]

"I'm not losing our kid to Meeple!"

LOOMY IM LOSING IT RIGHT NOW OVER THE NEW EPISODE

Hi Em!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in an ask!! :]

RIGHT!! I loved that line so much! Bot being their child and Fan being traumatised <3 <3 <3 They're all traumatised... just how I like my characters <3 <3!! Also!!! They family!!! <3 X]!!

[procrazedfan]

Fanmily

Minnie Mae Murderface was the kind of gal who didn’t let anything stand in her way. Whether it was running from Johnny Law for blowing up illegal explosives in a swamp, drinking booze to numb the back pain, or outright diving in the lake to noodle for a catfish dinner, she never hesitated on any decision she made. The way she saw it, it was a waste of time hemming and hawing. It was better to take action than to sit around and wait to ask for permission. For right or wrong, at least something would be done.

That was probably why she didn’t hesitate to put in a little somethin’ extra in her Pa’s beer before she gave it to him.

Or why she didn’t look back when she crawled out the back window of the broken screen of Daddy’s trailer with nothing but her usual overalls, sneakers and tool kit.

Or why she didn’t stop walking when the sun rose again over the horizon of the ten-mile marker on the road.

All she knew was that she had better get free or die trying. Cause it was either that, or she'd have to go back to Pa.

Granted, he was alright for a Pa. He was nice enough to let her keep wearing overalls and play with the other boys her age when she was a youngin'. Taught her how to fix the truck, along with HVAC units, and all other things that would need fixing at the trailer or the junkyard. They even watched NASCAR together on Sundays.

It wasn’t until that preacher fella done come by their little ol’ nowhere town of Mount Pantera that her Pa went crazy. Suddenly, he’d gotten funny about what she should wear, was told to do less “men’s work” and more “women’s work”. Even the NASCAR on Sunday went away in favor of hearing that same preacher man on the pulpit.

If that was the only thing he was trying to change she could have tolerated it.

Trying to ignore the growing pain in her lower back, and took a swig out of the bottle of beer that she saved for herself for the trip.

The question was...where was she gonna go now?

Her Ma was buried six feet under, not that she remembered much of her. Her aunts and uncles nearby would just turn her back in to her Pa as soon as they could. And the rest of her extended family was Lord Knows where.

She chewed her red hair from her right pigtail, trying to think of a solution. It was a shame she didn’t have her fiddle on hand. That was useful for thinkin’. But she reckoned she had to travel light on an occasion such as this.

Minnie tried recalling any relatives that were out there in the world, far away from the quaint little ol’ town of Mount Pantera. The only place she knew her whole life. Who was at that family reunion last year?

A beat up car in the parking lot of the diner she was walking by had been blasting some kinda music she never heard of.

The rhythm was...heavy. The sound of the drums were consistent, and the sound of the guitars were low, like a war song for a march. The singer must’ve had a frog in his throat, because she could barely make out the words from the sound of his growling.

"Hungry and tired the frigid plain yields little

  We trudge on further, eating pride and snow that's brittle

  We ride

 We ride"

She grinned a little to herself with her tooth gap showing, imagining what it would be like if she had a horse to ride out of town on instead of her own mismatched feet.

-That was “The Lost Vikings” a Dethklok Classic, stay tuned to 5184MTL for metal hits old and new -

Where had she heard of Dethklok befo- her hazel eyes widened in revelation as she slapped her knee. It was Cousin Willy’s band! She remembered Granny Murderface braggin’ about it after she had one too many beers at the reunion last year.

Everyone called her Granny on account that she was the Murderface clan’s oldest living matriarch. And when she put her foot down, that meant her word was law, even though she retired to Florida some years back.

If anyone could get her out of this situation, it was Granny Murderface, she was sure of it.

Minnie Mae walked through the doors of Flotsam and Jetsam’s Diner with a spring in her step and a wrench in her hand.

“Got anything need fixin’ round here for a plate and a phonecall?”

[thejonlennon]

Might make a Discord server for the PNW SPG community

I suppose this is an interest check? Lmk if that's something you would be interested in joining

[theartofblossoming]

Mutuals, are you alright?

It's snowy here and between winter and lockdown (homeschooling Sprog, who is looking up articles about feral kids and saying 'that's me!')

I have managed only probably five or six hours of gaming in as many weeks since I can't get on the PS4 but have been writing and drawing and text RPing instead.

So how are you, fan-mily? Be honest - and my Inbox is open [don't use the Ask box 😉]if you need an ear or virtual shoulder.

[moonykins]

Rising out of my tumblr slumber to gauge interest!

If I were to sell most of this costume, would anyone be interested in purchasing? Bandana, gloves, shirt, pants, belts, bustle and shoes - potentially also the umbrella, if interested.  (I’m keeping the hat, goggles and ears)

If interested, please message me here or on instagram @ mermaid.moony

[writerloverpsycho-pomp]

I miss you guys. I’m having a kinda hard time right now and Idek how to handle things right now. And I’m not going to have time, I don’t think. Sigh.

I miss you.

[katesattic]

Me in the fanderdom right now:

[wycombewanderer]

I'll bless you with a gin n tonic and enjoy the party

LOVE HER

Robron fandom I am on such an emotional high, im having a party in my room. so cheers!