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ruckis--rookie · 5 days

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there is a specific art piece of your’s that seems to have vanished off the internets: “Dark Lord Gerakobitz - Bad End AU”. and I know it disappeared recently because I have a cross-post from your DeviantArt from November 2023

https://www. tumblr.com/loveandmad/ 733130379991629824/dark-lord-gerakobitz-bad-end-au- by-ruckis-rookie (remove the spaces) that now goes to a 404 page

Yeahhh about that. A lot of old art of mine of Fawful and the other M&L lineup has up and vanished. Twould be on purpose.

Y'see, after some very personal events I tried distancing myself from the M&L fandom. The game series remains very sentimental to me, but paired with the personal reasons and the poor treatment Nintendo was giving their fans, I took a long (possibly few) year hiatus. One of several reasons for my hiatus was guilt that I had strayed so far from the source material that the cast of characters didn't seem like the og cast of characters, rather OCs made to fit the mold of them. So by the time I came back I had revamped all the designs I had for the M&L lineup were revamped to be featured as an antagonistic group for my nonfandom oc story called "Order of the Stars" that I'm working on.

The one inspired by my old Fawful design, now named "Geragera", is VERY special to me. He was the one I projected onto the most in the past and he was the one I worked the hardest to distance from the source material without changing him so much that what I had built was no longer there. He's basically a second Fursona to me now. Words can't describe what he means to me.

But despite the many reminders that I gave to old fans that I would be moving on and if I were to ever return to M&L I'd be referencing the source material closer, people still kept missing the memo. Even years later some get confused and it really made me realize how much of an influence I had on shaping the fanon Fawful that's remembered today. It was... incredibly disheartening and upsetting given how hard I worked to make Gera his own character. And furthermore it didn't make sense to me HOW comparisons were still being drawn. I had disappeared for a while to let the fire and the hype die down, in what world to people think THIS

Looks like THIS

If anything at this point Gera takes more inspiration from Yoshi in appearance, I'm shocked more comparisons haven't been drawn to the dinosaur because then I might actually be flattered

But given the circumstances I'd been silently deleting a lot of my old works and archiving them on a personal thumbdrive. It initially started with things I'd see pop up in my notifications that people liked. If I deemed a picture too close to my old fanon Fawful I'd save and delete it. But eventually it got so upsetting to me that in an anger fueled moment I went on an art purge to try and erase the impact I left, or at least scrub what I could to let Gera have a proper limelight instead of being stuck in the shadow of the thing that inspired him. People were also confusing Order of the Stars for an AU, which it's very much not.

While normally I wouldn't have minded the exposure, in fact I would have been flattered had it been years prior (even though the same pic was very much up on Tumblr at some point), that picture was a sore reminder of the past I was so desperate to distance myself. One of many, and reminded me I had to scrub more than just Tumblr... and might have possibly been the catalyst to the purge? I dunno, I slept since then.

The closest you'll get to it now is a horror themed bad end AU that I made that follows a very similar concept

And this is very generous considering the hell I've gone through. It got so bad that I haven't felt very compelled to draw Fawful anymore for fear of further confusion, heck, more recently I decided that I was just going to exclusively post any future M&L art I make over here because I got tired of people finding reasons to draw comparisons on other sites too. I even thought about dropping ANY M&L drawings related to Beanish just to get away from it, but decided against it. I've even started putting more emphasis on Gera's snout just to make him seem less Beanish, which sucks because I've had to stray away from what makes my style mine to begin with. I could easily change his colors, but I can't bring myself to. He's been like this for years now and it's a characteristic that I can't easily let go of, nor do I want to. I've very begrudgingly changed my Beanish HC so that they don't have blue tongues and blood anymore (which was initially nspired by a beta Cackletta sprite having a blue tongue). It feels like I'm having to strip any and all hc personality I gave to certain fandom characters just to create more distance, which sucks.

It gets hurtful after a while, especially considering Geragera has more than just one inspiration... but yeah, a lot of my old stuff got purged and personally archived for my own growth. Truly sorry about that, and for the being a lengthy explanation. Truth be told I also needed a reason to get this off of my chest but I was never prompted until now. For future reference though (and this goes for just about anyone) I would greatly appreciate if you asked permission before making a crosspost sharing my work. There's a good chance I probably would have said no on that one. Anything that remains on this site is either too sentimental to get rid of or still close enough to the source material to stick around.

#mail found under the secret rock #ruckis borks #even now I'm debating whether or not to add key tags I'm afraid people wont take this well #but I might have to #mario and luigi rpg #fawful #order of the stars #geragera guffaw #just to get the word out their and prevent future confusion #*there

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ruckis--rookie · 5 months

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Order of the Stars: The Missing Chapters

Ch. 1 - In the Beginning

[Standard Issue Disclaimer: Some of the following content may prove to be graphic. To prevent spoilers the following warning has been provided. Readers discretion advised. I do not condone any behaviors that may be acted out by characters. The missing chapters are an especially guilty party of this. Read with caution.]

She took a deep breath, watching the skies as she walked back to the house. She had spent many hours in the woods. Ambling aimlessly to get as far away from home life as she could. Everyone felt tense as of recent. One person breathing down another's back for simply existing. It didn’t help that they didn’t even really have a room of their own. Just a stuffy trailer that, in all honesty, probably wasn’t good for their health. A lot of their time was spent inside in the living room, which wasn’t much better off. Coated with just as much mold as the trailers. But they didn’t have a choice. It was the only place they could go with the state of economics and over priced housing. It certainly didn’t help that the pale, grey eyed girl walking through the overgrown woods was a disabled adult screwed over by the state. She desperately needed some form of social security, after all, disabilities CAN’T be fixed. They can’t just go away. Her and several friends, as well as family members, agree that she could never publicly work. Yet she can’t seem to build up that courage to make that first phone call just to get an application.

“Stupid social norms…” She murmured, swiping her long, messy brown hair out of her eyes. She wanted to feel just as useful as anyone else. She wanted to help provide for the house, but it’s hard when you only have EBT to work with. All you can hope to do is supply them with food. Even then, what use is that when despite the fact you supply essentials for the house, no one appreciates it? They still complain about you not getting food for the house and when you ask them to communicate or make a list, you’re given no answer. It’s a constant losing battle. And so you're left stuck. Paralyzed by guilt from something that isn’t your fault, because you feel as though you can do nothing.

She snapped out of her daze, pausing a moment to look at the ramshackled garden. Her eyes fixated on the worn down house just up ahead, before taking in the rest of the yard. “At least, the property is nice… the house needs to be burned with fuckin fire” She complained to herself, to a god that won’t hear her. So much for a nice walk to take her mind off of things. At least, her beloved would be home soon.

As she stepped inside she’s greeted with a duet of meowing. She smiled a bit, closing the door behind her and walking over to the two cats she had adopted like her own. “At least you two give me the most sense of responsibility that I’ll ever have” She joked, speaking as if they could fully understand her. She glanced over at their food bowl. “Ah… that’s why. Yeah, yeah, give me a second.” She walked over to their bowl after noticing it was empty, walking behind the front door where the container they used to keep all the cat food in is. She filled the bowl up before returning it to it’s place. Both cats ran eagerly to their meal, one outright catapulting off of her shoulder just to get to her food. While she was at it, she grabbed their water to be changed and refreshed. She moved briskly from the living room to the kitchen. It was a small house so it didn’t take long to get from place to place. Her only fear is how badly it was starting to fall apart.

She glanced up at the hole in the kitchen ceiling, shaking her head. It hadn’t been fixed in a year. She’d since given up hope on the idea of it ever getting repaired. Didn’t help that she could see black mold between the ceiling structure and the wood foundation. The cherry on top of the cake? It was directly over the stove where all the food got cooked. She lifted her hand up behind her and flipped the bottom switch. The second light on the far side of the kitchen next to the bathroom lit up. Thank god it had two, she didn’t trust turning on the nearlest light because of how half of the ceiling crumbled around it leaving it’s wires exposed. The last thing she would trust is a light that took the brunt of water damage.

Water bowl in hand she carefully walked over to the sink. She flinched when the board being used to cover up a massive hole in the floor creaks under her weight. She wasn’t exactly the thinnest, especially not when most of her hours are spent sitting in a depressive slump. As much as she didn’t even trust the tap, she didn’t have the money to spend on whole packs of water bottles. She filled the bowl up with cold water before briskly moving back to the feeding area. She placed the water down and gently pet along the backs of the cats who have since slowed down with their ravenous eating. One looked up at her with a chirrup, calm eyes blinking at her. She smiles as she rests her own, silently consoling herself.

The doorknob rattled as someone on the other side fought with the door. All three inside turn and look at the door, just in time to see another woman. She brung in multiple bags with a tired, but relieved sigh. As she set them down the cats immediately began to crowd her. The woman pet their faces, cooing, “Hello my sweet babies.” The woman looks up at the equally tired looking long haired girl. “There’s my dork. I got you the things you asked for.” She reached into one of those bags and pulled out a long john chocolate donut, a red electrolyte sports drink, some urinary pain relief medication, and a pair of reading glasses. She picked up the glasses, looking them over. “Thanks, Clawdy… I should be able to pop the lenses out of this one and replace em with the ones that work for me” She murmured softly, putting the thick black glasses to her face to make sure they would fit.

“Mhm. Since the other two are gone on vacation I decided that I’d do something nice for both of us” she added, taking out a few food items. A nice selection of vegetables, some soda, and some red meat. “I got your favorites. With less people there should be a lot more food for the both of us and significantly less complaining.” The smaller woman looks up Clawdy with huge excited eyes. She’s unsure how to respond, but it’s clear she’s excited. “...You’re not supposed to buy anything without asking you know…” She half-heartedly warned. “I know, but you seemed pretty down as of late and I wanted to do something special for you” Clawdy explained, handing her the soda. The prior took it, cracking the lid off and taking a hearty sip. “Let me go put these groceries away for now and I’ll get started on the dish-SSH…” She cut herself off with a harsh suck of air between her teeth, leaning on one of the nearby counters as support. Her significant other looked to her, her face going from weary joy to mass concern in less than a second.

“Are you alright?” She asked, stepping forward and putting her things down. “What’s wrong?” She asked firmly, expression serious. “I just hurt myself at work today. It stings but it’s nothing too serious” Clawdy responded. The other looks on disapprovingly. “..No, you’re gonna sit down. I can do the dishes” she huffed, making Clawdy stand up straight. “Alor-” Clawdy goes to retort only to be cut off by a harsh “Don’t deadname me.”

Clawdy recoiled a bit, frowning. “Sorry, Guffaw… I can handle it. Besides, you hate doing the dishes because of the floorboards.” Guffaw sighed dramatically, knowing she’s right. “If it gets you off your feet I’m willing to deal. You overwork yourself as is while I do nothing. I’m not budging on this.” Clawdy begrudgingly waddled over to the table. “Okay, but you’re gonna let me cook when you’re done. No if’s and’s or but’s” Clawdy urges, very clearly worked up by this. “That’s fine by me” Guffaw agrees, retreating into the kitchen to get started. She hears little click clacks on the floor behind her, turning to see her dog. A black staffie, overjoyed to see her. She smiles and leans down, petting the sweet spot on his back. “Awhh ouppy, hello babies. Hello good boy. You wanna help me?” she cooed in a singsong voice. She turned the hot water on and added soap, focusing on the dog to take her mind off the overwhelming fear of standing over a hole covered by a board.

“Oh, just a heads up” Clawdy spoke up from the other room “I think I saw your dad walking down the road. Looks like he’s drunk again.” Guffaw groaned in annoyance, snapping sharply under her breath “Not fuckin surprised. The man practically sweats alcohol, it’s like he’s been drunk for three years straight.” Clawdy can’t help but nod in agreement, adding, “What are the odds he didn’t end up going on vacation because of his drinking problems?” Guffaw scoffed in a condescending way, toiling away at the dishes stacked in the kitchen sink. “Wouldn’t be shocked at all. I swear I’m about ready to knock some sense into him. I ain’t in the mood for his bitching today.”

Just as she said that, the doorknob rattles once again. The very man they spoke of entered the house at that very moment. Guffaw can hear him, but not see. She actively holds her head down to obscure as much of him from her vision as possible. She grew tense, being able to smell him far before she could see him. The alcohol scent is strong. She could feel her throat get tighter as he coos. She knew just by the sound of his drunken mannerisms that he was petting her cats. An idea of which she loathed. She actively felt her skin crawl. It’s such a stupid thing to get upset over, but she did.

With each footstep, she grows more tense. Until finally she can see him out of the corner of her eye. She flinches when the light closer to the doorway turns on. “Heya baby girl” His drunken slur reaches her ears. “...Hey.” She responds emptily. “Whatchu doin?” He asks, attempting to make small talk. The only thing Guffaw can bring herself to say is “...Dishes…” just as empty sounding as the first time. Not reading the room at all, he continued to speak. His words landed on deaf ears, in one and out the other. His words were muffled to her. The big dog huddled up to her legs, feeling her discomfort. She only nearly tuned in when the tone of his voice shifted, most definitely giving backhanded compliments and making commentary about how she should be pulling her weight more often. She heard the word lazy at least twice, which made her blood boil. It takes a while for what she could assume was ranting to die down.

All she could do was nod mindlessly, hoping that he would go away. She felt a shock go up her spine when he gave her shoulder an affectionate rub. She knew he meant well, but it filled her with nothing but disgust. It’s in that fated moment that there’s a loud popping noise. The air grew still. Her blood ran cold. It’s as if the world around her slowed down and became a blur.

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