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[bad-boy-lampwick]

((THIS IS SO BEAUTIFULLY IC I CAN'T EVEN-- gah! thankyou, Sher! *snugs yew and the comeec*<333)

[( fffk, how did I forgot to post this here? It’s somewhat old, I did for Jessica and Lampwick.

p.s.: The first pannel is not based on -this collab-, this comic is older.

[bad-boy-lampwick]

Lampwick looked around just in time to get a face full of the strange kid - he himself was taller, sure, but that didn't count for much when the guy was practically stepping on his toes. Geez, it was like he'd never heard of personal space or somethin!

Aw well; it was time to use a little trick he'd learned from experience.

Lampwick took a long drag from his cigar, lowered it from his mouth, and blew a cloud of smoke directly into the kid's face. That'd be enough to make him back off, right?

"'Course I smoke!" Lampwick addressed him, casually slipping the cigar back between his clenched teeth, "Them teachers only say it's bad, 'cause they're crummy adults who wanna hog all the good stuff! Yer gonna go nowheres quick if ya keep on listenin' ta everythin' adults say t'ya, Ed."

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Edgar tilt his head side to side, “H-hello there stranger! My name is Edgar Gore but you can call me E for short.” He smiled and got uncomfortable close to the strange boy. “You smoke? I never saw anyone smoke before! I remember my teachers told me it was bad.”

#you-dog-is-alive #((hi! sorry for the delay in response #welcome to dfd :D))

[bad-boy-lampwick]

"Aw yeah? Go ahead - DO YER WORST, PAL!"

You know what’s real neat? Coloring! An’ since I love coloring so much, anyone who reblogs this will get a real neat crayon picture just for them!

//Reblog by the end of December and Pinocchio will draw you a crayon picture just like these of your character//

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“I wish people who think they’re too old to wish and dream would watch Pinocchio. Geppetto was an old man and he wished and dreamed and he got what he wanted.”

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"Oh boy! The one day o' the year ya can go up to any schmuck and demand free sweets without gettin' in any trouble! It's like Pleasure Island all over again, ain't it?"

#lampwick #dramafreedisney #((SURPRISE #Lampymun's still alive! #It's a halloween miracle! dfdfg)

[bad-boy-lampwick]

Huzzah! A Lampwick Tumblr role-play thingy! I can`t believe someone did this. No seriously, this is awesome. As Lampwick is perhaps one of my fav characters and is really under loved, I`m glad to see some Lampy-appreciation. :D

((ashdjdkk how did I let this message get so buried in my inbox?? DD: but I thank you SO much for your kind words, anon! *insert a LET ME LOVE YOUU gif here haha* Wowee, does it make me happy to know Lampy is one of someone's favs, too, 'cause you're right - he totally needs more lovee!

[bad-boy-lampwick]

Truth!

Truth: My character will tell you what they think of yours in all honesty.

"Honestly, Pinoke? I like havin' ya around. No matter what I wanna do, yer pretty much always open ta try it and it's great, cuz we get to have a lot of fun that way! I don't think I've ever had as much fun prankin' with anyone else, 'cause they just don't take orders the same way you do, they don't listen ta me... I mean, sure, ya ask a lotta questions, but the truth is I kinda like it - even if I dunno the answer, I get ta make it up. Heck, it could be the looniest thing, but ya STILL believe me! I don't think I've ever met anyone more gullible or innocent than you, pal... Sometimes, it gets on my noirves a bit, but at the end of the day, there's no other guy I'd like to kick back and share the sweets we stole from the bakery with. Yer... the best friend I've ever had, Pinoke - don't ever change, arright?"

Lampwick rubbed his neck and looked away from the puppet boy, a little pink under his freckles.

"Aw, phooey... I - I dunno what came over me just then, Pinoke! I meant it, but sheesh if that wasn't the mushiest speech I ever... eh, let's just go toss rocks at some rich jerk's windows or somethin'! C'mon!"

[bad-boy-lampwick]

AU & wine >:P

AU: I will write an AU drabble with my character and yours.

((Based on the AU with Aimee-ma and Lampy-son))

Lampwick closed one eye, his tongue poking out between his overlarge front teeth as he concentrated. He'd found some pretty swell pebbles for his slingshot and he'd been aching for a good target to test them on. He was certain that if he aimed just right, that powdery wig would come clean off. Lampwick was crouched just behind the corner of an alleyway, well out of sight; Norrington would never know what hit 'em! Lampwick snickered as he pulled the sling back a little more; any second he could let go and--

"I wouldn't do zat eef I were you, chere."

Lampwick froze; his eyes flicked to the blonde woman looming over his shoulder, a faint frown etched into her fair features. He quickly dropped his hands, but he knew it was too late to hide the slingshot.

"Ma! I- uh, was just, ehm... yer all done shoppin, huh? Boy, that was quick!" She was clutching a bag of groceries to her hip. "Need help carryin' them or somethin'?" Lampwick added, grinning sheepishly.

"Non. I'm not an eembecile, Lampweeck - I saw what you were doeenk--"

'Aw, boy, here it comes,' Lampwick thought, dropping his eyes to the ground, bracing himself for a scolding.

"--and while I don't approve, I haff to say, for a boy who spends so much time with heez sleengshot, your technique needs work."

Lampwick looked up quickly as the slingshot was yanked from his grasp. Aimee had set the groceries on the ground and now crouched beside him; with an air of nonchalance, she snatched a pebble from the ground and fitted it into the sling.

"For one theeng, chere, we do not close both eyes when we aim - if we want a good shot, both eyes must be open, oui?"

Lampwick nodded, still mute with surprise, but a slow smile spreading across his face.

"Good. Now, then -"

Aimee explained a few more of the finer points of marksmanship, Lampwick listening more closely than he'd ever listened to anyone, all the while his mind was still reeling over the fact that Aimee - his Ma - was practically an expert on a topic that interested him so.

Lampwick was right about one thing; Norrington's wig came sailing off as beautifully as a kite on the wind. And he'd never seen it coming.  Lampwick and Aimee covered their giggles and pressed their backs against the alley wall, unseen.

Norrington was still complaining about the wind when they waltzed up to him a minute later, mother and son sharing secret cheshire cat smiles.

Wine: For the drunken phone-call/text

[12:30] ma pinoke n i rboke into norris privte winestorez

[12:31] its rly funy ma his nsoe is liek 10ft llong lol 

[12:33] btwdo uthink uculd distrat norri forabit???

[12:33] i dont tthikn he cna fit thru teh dooor ha

[bad-boy-lampwick]

Break and oops

((these are based on an AU where Norrington is Lampwick's father and Aimee (red bimbette) is his mom))

Break: My character will greatly upset yours.

Alright, so maybe it hadn't been such a great idea to practice his juggling in the house, but if Lampwick didn't perfect his technique now, then he wouldn't have an act and if he didn't have an act, then how else could he hope to join the circus?? It wasn't like he had ears big enough to fly or something else that would get him a free pass into the joint.

"You are not a CLOWN, Lampwick! You're a young boy who's going to school and getting an education so he can grow up and become a respectable hardworking member of society and that's that!" Norrington growled, shaking a finger in the boy's freckled face to enunciate his point.

"Pfft, c'mon! It was just a little booze I smashed - s'not like you can't get more."

"A little- a little?! It was TWO entire shelves, boy! And wine doesn't just grow on trees!"

"Ya mean ta tell me that grapes don't grow on trees??" 

Norrington face palmed; Lampwick grinned, ever the wise guy.

"Well, no, grapes grow on vines, idiot-- but don't you see?? That's why you need to stay in school!" Norrington sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, attempting to calm himself down, "Lampwick, do you understand how much all of that cost us?"

Lampwick shrugged.

"Eh, don't sweat it, old man - just take it outta my allowance or somethin'--"

"YOU DON'T HAVE ALLOWANCE!"

Oops: I will write our characters getting into some trouble.

"I gotta hand it to ya, old man: this is some swell bonding time alright! You, me, a sinking boat - yer gonna hafta take me fishin' way more often!"

"Oh, shut up - sarcasm isn't going to help me row, boy!"

"Yeah, yeah, keep yer wig on already... This, uh, prolly ain't a good time to tell ya I can't swim, huh?"

[bad-boy-lampwick]

Run

Boy, what a view!

Lampwick pushed up the brim of his large, luxurious pirate hat as he gazed eagerly at the expanse of wide blue ocean stretching out to both horizons before him. Even if he was barely tall enough to see over the railing on the top deck of the large ship, he'd never felt so exhilarated and in control as he did when he sailed under the skull and crossbones.

As far as the nine year old was concerned, slipping onto the pirate ship docked in the harbor was the best decision he'd ever made. Sure, Lampwick had been caught pretty quickly once they'd discovered all the half eaten fruit laying about the cargo bay, but lucky for him, they'd realized how great a guy he was and rather than walk the plank, they made him their captain! Imagine that - Captain Lampwick, leader of the roughest, toughest pirate crew on the seas! All he'd needed was some fancy clothing, an eyepatch, a good n' sharp sword, maybe a talking parrot - but of course the crew had been too happy to oblige.

Yup, Lampwick was all set for a life of pillaging and plundering on the open sea without a care in the world! No more boring schooldays or getting scolded by the cops for throwing rocks, just he and his crew, drinking, smoking, and singing day in and day out, enjoying the spoils of their--

BOOM!

The cannon ball came out of nowhere and crashed into the main mast, nearly splitting it in two. Lampwick fell on his bottom as the deck shuddered violently from the force and the boisterous song of his men turned to yells and panicked curses. 

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!

Each successive cannon ball smashed clean through the ship; the pirates scrambled about in chaos, some attempting to organize the canons for a return fire, others simply abandoning ship by the sounds of the splashes. Lampwick was quivering from head to toe as he pushed himself up and skidded to the railing -- who would dare attack a pirate ship? HIS ship no less?

And that's when Lampwick saw him - a tall man with a wig white as a ghost and a brow furrowed with hatred, his eyes hard and soulless as pool balls. He was standing at the bow of his own ship, which was so large that it ripped the clouds as it charged towards them, a massive dark muddle of rain and thunder pouring out of the tear and seeping into the blueness of the sky and sea.

But the man was looking straight at him still, thin lips curled into a snarl and suddenly he was towering over Lampwick, the heel of the monster's pointed boot digging into the child's chest, bony fingers drawing out a wicked blade with chilling ease, the sharp cries of pirate slaughter and roaring thunder a harsh noise in his young ears--

Lampwick woke up sobbing. It would be a long time before he would play Pirates again. Too bad. It'd been one of his favorite games...

[bad-boy-lampwick]

#lampwick #pinocchio #my drawins

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*climbs further up the tree, his view quite obscured by branches and leaves; then, when he gets close enough, he freezes at the sight of the cat holding what looks like a large mallet*

"Whoa whoa whoa! No fair!" *holds up his hands, legs clinging to a branch a little ways form the cat* "Where'd that thing come from??"

Ever been to Pleasure island? Pretty swell joint.: dont-be-crude: *starts smilling* *coughs up a hairball* *throws it at…

...

[bad-boy-lampwick]

"Yeah?? That's great! Are they fresh? How many didja get? C'mon, tell me!"

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#bad-boy-lampwick #((yay showin off gifs #must update that gifblog i made soon. #also #i rly have to go now #continue this in the morning&lt;3 night!))

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[bad-boy-lampwick]

Between the endless rowdy crowds of intoxicated men, the grinning piano player who would take requests on whim, and the simple red crawfish painted on the wooden sign that hung over the doorway, the Red Lobster Inn gave the appearance of a rather dingy, yet humble lodge. However, it must be noted that every town has its nooks and crannies - far from the light of the law - where the scum of society cluster like crafty roaches to drink and smoke and, of course, scheme. If one stuck around long enough to listen to the boasting of the drunken men, one would soon come to the realization that behind the flushed, grinning facades of the boisterous men lay cold-hearted criminals who'd done terrible things. One would also learn that the piano player was a nefarious bandit who'd escaped from prison multiple times and, most chillingly, the red that shaped the lobster on the Inn's sign was not paint.

As it had been years since a cop had crossed over the threshold, the Red Lobster Inn was easily the shadiest, most dangerous place in town, a hotspot for unlawful activity. It also happened to be the only bar around who would admit and serve minors, which would explain the young red headed boy who found himself sitting on a bar stool at the counter.

  It hadn't been easy finding the place. Lampwick had been eavesdropping on the conversation of a group of dopey looking teenagers and it had been hard to catch all the details, all the twists and turns of the alley ways he'd had to make his make through. At one point, he'd almost given up, but the idea of actually having access to beer he wouldn't have to swipe was appealing. So was the Inn itself - a nest of robbers and crooks!  How exciting was that??

The sun would be setting soon and the sky was already threatening rain, but Lampwick wasn't concerned. His ma was working a night shift and his grandmother would be too busy with his brothers to remember he existed, the senile old bat. As long as he made it back by dawn, he'd be safe.

By the jeers and the mocking yells the other bargoers had howled his way, Lampwick quickly realized that he must've been the youngest kid to walk into the joint yet. How tempted he'd been to throw back a few good insults of his own! But if there was one thing he'd learned from the various bars he'd snuck into over the years, it was that you had to have a pokerface to be tough. Therefore, Lampwick held his head high and strode right up to the bar where he slapped his pocket money onto the dirty counter. After the derisive laughter died down, the other customers lost interest in the child and the barman counted the coins and went to the back to fetch his drink.

So, Lampwick was feeling pretty good about himself, sipping his beer and drumming his grubby fingers on the counter as he took in the scenery of a bar without risk of getting kicked out.

And then, out of a nowhere, someone was talking to him. He quickly looked around, alarmed, and beheld a fox dressed like a gentleman in a top hat and a cape. Huh. Somehow, the guy seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember why. Maybe he'd seen him on the street or something. 

"Uh, I'm arright, I guess," Lampwick blinked. He hadn't expected such a strangely polite greeting, especially with the reputation of the Inn. "And yeah, I'm young alright, but I can hold my drink pretty well, see? So don't you go thinkin' I'm just some crummy kid you can push around!"

@Lampwick

Dark rain clouds over the streets of a small town in Italy brought an ominous feeling to the already damp air. It was raining, and, at this time of year, it was very warm, giving the air a soggy, misty feeling. The temperature wasn’t always this high when it rained, but it was an often enough occurrence that J. Worthington Foulfellow was used to it. Of course, he preferred to go by the name “Honest John,” though “honest” was far from an accurate description of his personality. His original life’s aspirations had not worked out for him, so, instead, he chose the somewhat unfortunate life of a con man, living off the money he could swindle from gullible people who were unlucky enough to cross his path. After a long day at “work,” John was wending his way through the cobblestone streets of the little town he lived in, making his way to his favorite spot to grab a drink, the Red Lobster Inn. He walked inside, slid onto a barstool and grinned at the barman. “The usual,” he said, and the man set a rather large mug full of his favorite ale on the counter. The barman coughed, which reminded John that he didn’t trust him to remember to pay for his drink. Not that he blamed him, he most certainly wouldn’t pay for it if he could get away with it. But lately, the man wouldn’t take his eyes off of him until he’d paid up. Honest John reluctantly reached his hand into his pocket and produced the proper amount of money to pay for the drink. He took a swig, and as he did so, John noticed a boy to his right who looked far too young to be in a bar. Of course, John’s personality was far too meddlesome to ignore the boy, so he said, “Hello there, young sir!!! I must say, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as young as you in here before! How do you do?” He grinned, and tipped his hat.

#bad-boy-lampwick #mrhonestjohn #holyffff idk how i wrote so much ffg #im sorryfgdf

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Reblog if you think Norrington is beautiful.

#&lt;33333iluNORRI~;u;

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I HAVE DISCOVERED SOMETHING AMAZING.

A FAST, SIMPLE WAY TO MAKE GIFS.

Therefore, you all know what must happen.

I must gif the hell out of Pinocchio nowkthx.

'Cause this movie has long deserved it.

SO, if y'all are in need of gifs of the Pinocchio sort, feel free to pop by:  http://pinocchiogifs.tumblr.com/ where I'll be posting them all~

Here's a re-blog of some gif examples:

I'll make a post on that tumblr of instructions on my gif method, if anyone's interested~

thankss for lookin'!! :D

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Feedback/suggestions/etc welcome! :D

#((also #sory for the delay in replies and such! #I'll be gettign on that tonight))