#crusty jugglers

[theoldsmelly]

And not a crusty juggler in sight…..

#city of wells #hot fuzz #crusty jugglers

[playername-player-of-games]

art trade with @heyhelloitsk ! this is the first 1,000 words of a Listener Jimmy fic, based off of Session 3 of Limited Life!

tw: character death, dissociation, death threats - all pretty typical life series stuff! (also trust me I know the frogs name is judge judy and executioner it’s a slightly alternate universe to start with skdjfjd)

The Bad Boys Bunker is being put to good use sooner than expected, with Jimmy sitting in a corner and Joel's head in his lap. Yellow wings make a tent around them, light and fluffy and just thick enough to keep the rest of the world out. Crusty Juggler is hopping around somewhere at the other end of the room. Jimmy is red, but only just so. The bloodlust sits patiently like a bird on his shoulder, ready to sweep into his hands, to take up his sword and fight.

Skizzleman is dead.

Jimmy is braiding Joel's hair. Just the fringe in the front, the best he can do when he only half remembers instructions passed on from Gem to Lizzie, then Lizzie to Joel, and now Joel to Jimmy. He's also been to a sleepover or two with Pearl, remembers her patiently guiding him, half asleep, through the steps. Left under, right under, then left under and right under and repeat again.

Skizz is dead, too selfless for his own good. TIES picked fights with all the wrong people, lost and lost, and now, he's dead.

Joel killed him. He's yellow as sunflowers, yellow as the feathers that make up Jimmy's wings. He's sprawled on the floor with one arm draped over his eyes and the other gripping the hem of Jimmy's jacket. Purple particles dust themselves over his entire body, as if he's an enderman. Jimmy scatters them with one flick of his wing.

"Not so tight," Joel mutters, eyes clenched shut as he swats Jimmy's hands away.

"Sorry," Jimmy answers, holding up his hands until Joel stops his hitting. Once he's settled again, Jimmy brushes out the fringe with his fingers, undoing the braid, and starts again. Joel relaxes. Jimmy lets his wings settle.

Tab flickers at the edge of his vision, accompanied by swarming purple particles, as if he's just thrown an ender pearl. He ignores their dance and the vague eye shapes they make, braids Joel's hair because he can, because he asked him to, because it's something for his hands to do that isn't destructive.

Skizz is dead.

Jimmy tucks the finished braid behind Joel's ear. It flicks back up a moment later, sticking straight out like a horn. Jimmy breathes a laugh and brushes it back down. He gives in and opens Tab.

Skizz is dead. Jimmy does his best to ignore the gray name at the bottom of the list and looks at Grian's instead. It's a dark orange.

"Should we go check on Grian?"

Joel tenses, the grip at Jimmy's hem somehow tighter than before. The threads crackle. Jimmy ignores it.

"He's probably fine," Joel answers, short, clipped, little braid sticking straight up again, "he's still on the roof, yeah?  No'one'll mess with him now that session's over."

"Probably not," Jimmy agrees, brushing Joel's hair down again, purple particles skittering across the back of his hand, "I think we ought to check on him, though. Just in case."

More crackling threads. He's going to rip his jacket at this rate.

"Nobody's gonna move him," Joel mumbles, stubborn as ever.

"Probably not," Jimmy agrees again, easy as breathing, natural as blinking, and carefully pries Joel's hand off his jacket and holds it in both of his own. He lets Joel squeeze as tight as he needs, even when his fingers start to hurt from the force of it, "but I think it'd be a good idea to check."

Joel heaves a sigh, long suffering and pain-filled as ever, opening his eyes up just enough to glare. The particles make the shapes of eyes, circle around Joel's head like a halo.

"Fine, fine," he pushes a wing off of himself and starts to get up, "we can go che-"

13:22:15

Jimmy flings his wings out, ready for a free fall into oblivion.

"Oi! Jimmy!" Joel shouts, "watch it!"

"Sorry!" Jimmy calls back, scrambling to close his wings, bracing himself on what he finds are walls. His eyes adjust to the space, there's Joel, there's Martyn, there's Grian. Grian's still in his daze, not quite awake but definitely not asleep, staring off into middle distance with quiet lavender eyes.

"Where'd you two come from?" Martyn sputters, looking completely out of sorts gripping at the doorway of his tunnel, "I was just-"

"Stop trying to steal Grian!" Joel shouts, brandishing a sword and leaping for him.

"Woah, woah, easy now!" Martyn laughs, "I got the message the first time 'round!"

He catches Joel's sword with his shield and throws him back, "ah, what- what was it? Mess with the Bad Boys, the Bad Boys come for you?"

"That's right," Joel breaks the blocks under Martyn, sending him tumbling into the room, "get down here!"

A bucket appears, and with it the tell-tale sound of a pufferfish inhaling- Jimmy dives for it, shouldering Joel out of the way and stabbing Martyn through the chest.

"Yes! Jimmy!" Joel shouts.

Martyn stares at him, mouth agape. Purple particles swarm between them, crackling and popping like popcorn.

"Oh," Martyn breathes, eyes drifting shut, "we're in for it, Tim."

Martyn disappears in a flash of smoke. Jimmy shields his eyes.

13:35:46

An arrow in his shoulder sends him falling into water.

Someone shouts his name before his head's swallowed whole. He beats his wings, propels himself forward and bursts, sputtering, out of the water.

"Jimmy!" Joel shouts again, grabbing his arm, keeping him upright while Jimmy struggles to find his footing. He coughs, wipes water out of his eyes as pain ricochets down his arm and across his back- 

BigB and Pearl are here, brandishing bows and angry frowns. All four of them are on the ground floor, the mansion flooded behind them.

Once Jimmy can breathe again he brushes Joel's hand off his shoulder and asks, "what are you two here for?"

Pearl laughs, exasperated, "Our frog, Jimmy! We've said it nearly a dozen times now!""

"Your frog?"

"They're after the Crusty Juggler," Joel nearly growls, his knuckles near-white at his axe.

"You're not havin'er," Jimmy readies his sword, "we had a deal, you've given her up."

#idk how to tag this #limited life smp #that's all you get!

[cardinaldust]

For those of yall who don't have or haven't seen the new Noel's Lament, don't worry. Here's the new lyrics (yw) :)

Btw, I will be putting some stage directions and script calls in pink, but definitely not all of them. I also won't be adding the "OOOS" and "AHHS" behind Noel's lyrics

DISCLAIMER: NEITHER THESE LYRICS, SCRIPT DIRECTIONS, OR THE SONG BELONG TO ME! ALL ARE PROPERTY OF "RIDE THE CYCLONE"

In my life, I was Noel's Gruber who worked at Taco Bell in Uranium City, Saskatchewan. But... in my dreams... I played a different role...I was Monique Gibeau, from France, a traveling chanteuse dangereuse... entertaining the crowds by day, and swindling them by night...

A CARNY, WITH A HEART.... OF BLACK CHARCOAL

WELCOME TO THIS WICKED FESTIVAL

WE'LL SING AND DANCE, AND THEN DELIGHT IN CRIME.

MEET AMÈLIE, AMORAL ACROBAT

PIERRE WILL PICK YOUR POCKETS, HE'S A MIME.

JEAN-JACQUES', A JUGGLER WITH A NASTY STREAK

LAST FOOL WHO CROSSED US FADED QUICK TO BLACK

I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO FIND HIM OFFICERS

BUT IF YOU DO,

PLEASE MENTION THAT,

WE'D LIKE TO HAVE RETURNED THE PRETTY KNIFE

THAT WE STUCK

TEN! TIMES! IN! HIS! BACK!

FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE BREAK OF DAWN

I COMMIT A NEW CRIME EVERY NIGHT

MY LIFE'S ONE NEVER-ENDING CARNIVAL

KIDS:

A WORLD OF BOOZY, FLOOZY FLASHING LIGHT

NOEL:

I WANT TO BE UNE FEMME BRISÉE

(Accordian riff into a panto dance between NOEL {as Monique} and MISCHA {as Jean-Jacques}. It feels like an old black and white silent film... France, tango, juggling...)

NOEL:

FRÉDÉRIQUE'S IS A FIRE SWALLOWER

WHO DABLES IN SOME ARSON NOW AND THEN.

THE DANCING MONKEYS NAME

IS POMPIDOU

SHE'LL CRACK A SAFE BEFORE YOU

COUNT TO TEN

FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE BREAK OF DAWN

I COMMIT A NEW CRIME EVERY NIGHT

MY LIFE'S ONE NEVER-ENDING CARNIVAL

KIDS:

A WORLD OF BOOZY, FLOOZY FLASHING LIGHT

NOEL:

I WANT TO BE UNE FEMME BRISÉE

SO NOW I TRAPISE THROUGH

FRANCE...A BROKEN GIRL

MY LIFE OF SIN IS CACTHING UP WITH ME

I'M ARRESTED AT MY FINAL SONG

THEY LOCK ME UP AND THROW AWAY

THE KEY

EIGHT MONTHS LATER, I CATCH TYPHOID FLU

THROUGH BARS I SEE THE UGLY LIGHT OF DAY

DYING IN MY CELL, A PRIEST KNEELS

DOWN TO ME

RICKY(as priest, French accent):

My child, do you have any final words to the lord you'd like to say?

NOEL(as Monique):

Oui, tell him that like him, I choose to burn out rather than fade away...

FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE BREAK OF DAWN

I COMMITT A NEW CRIME EVERY NIGHT

MY LIFE'S ONE NEVER-ENDING CARNIVAL

A WORLD OF BOOZY, FLOOZY FLASHING LIGHT

FOR I SING SONGS UNTIL THE BREAK OF DAWN

I COMMITT A NEW CRIME EVERY NIGHT

MY LIFE'S ONE NEVER-ENDING CARNIVAL

KIDS:

A WORLD OF BOOZY, FLOOZY FLASHING LIGHT

NOEL:

I WANT TO...

BE UNE FEMME BRI-SÉE

UNE FEMME BRISÉEEEEEEEEEEE (~6 times and riffing)

GIRLS (tracked under previous lyric): (Guys repeating "HEY")

BROKEN HEART, A LIFE OF SIN

TATTOOED WITH A SAFETY PIN

RACETEERING, BRIBERY,

EXTORTION, FRAUD, AND FORGERY

SUPER CRUSTY, HOLY TERROR

WILD EYES AND BLACK MASCARA

BROKEN HEART, A LIFE OF SIN

TATTOOED WITH A SAFETY PIN

RACETEERING, BRIBERY,

EXTORTION, FRAUD, AND FORGERY

SUPER CRUSTY, HOLY TERROR

WILD EYES AND BLACK MASCARA-AH

NOEL:

IF I COULD HAVE JUST ONE DREAM

ENSEMBLE:

IF HE COULD HAVE JUST ONE DREAM

NOEL:

ID BE UNE

FEMME

BRI-SÈE!

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-Juneau

Ahahauqj- this took a while..

Also, I type this on a tablet, so sorry if the formatting is weird.

#ride the cyclone #noel gruber #monique gibeau #ride the cyclone monique #ride the cyclone noel #rtc #ride the cyclone script #noels lament

[gobboguy]

Chapter 21: A Feast of Contrasts

The night sky above Farfield Castle glittered with stars, casting a gentle glow over the after-party that was in full swing. Alden used his staff to grow a garden of day lillies and moon-flower vines to create a beautiful contrast for guests and grew several strawberry and blueberry plants right on the guest's table to enjoy as they feasted and danced.

King Roderick, more than a little drunk, presided over the festivities. Performers and jugglers entertained the guests, their acts weaving a tapestry of color and movement against the backdrop of the castle’s grandeur. The atmosphere buzzed with laughter and music, and the aroma of medieval delicacies wafted through the air, tantalizing the senses.

Long tables were laden with a plethora of freshly cooked foods—succulent roasted meats, pies filled with savory fillings, and platters of exotic fruits and cheeses. There were steaming bowls of hearty stew, fragrant with herbs and spices, and bread, fresh from the oven, warm and crusty. Guests indulged in roasted game birds, their tender meat falling off the bone, and sipped on mead, the sweet honeyed wine of the era, from goblets adorned with intricate designs.

Amidst the festivities, Alden and Eleanor moved with graceful dignity, their smiles warm and their eyes alight with contentment. The newlyweds were pleased, their hearts brimming with happiness as they celebrated their union amidst the jubilant crowd.

Elara, however, wore a facade of cheerfulness that masked the ache in her heart. She had invited Alden and the rest of her dance troupe to join the festivities, putting on a fake smile to conceal her true emotions. As the night wore on, she couldn't help but steal glances at Alden, his presence a bittersweet reminder of the connection they had shared.

In a gesture of camaraderie, Elara ensured her guests were well-fed and merry. Yet, each laugh she shared felt hollow, her eyes betraying the pain she kept hidden. As the night progressed, she wondered if Alden felt the same—whether his smiles were as genuine as they seemed or if, beneath the surface, he too harbored unspoken longing.

Despite the contrasts in their emotions, the night continued on, a blend of joy and sorrow, celebration and heartache. Farfield Castle echoed with the sounds of revelry, but in the midst of the festivity, Elara found herself wrestling with the ache of unspoken words and unanswered questions, her heart heavy with the weight of unrequited love.

#literature #gobboguy #fantasy #goblins #orcs #SongsofPower1

[i-am-worm]

GOBBO NUMBA FOUAH.

(and this could be bonus for Inktober 52 2021 - Week 4 - ‘Ancient’).

Crusty old pirate/highway man goblin with hi pint of...’beer’. Looking like an NPC who will give you a quest...and steal your wallet.

#goblin #goblin week #goblinweek #goblin week 2021 #goblinweek2021 #old man #crusty jugglers #monster #creature

[margravelucian]

My boyfriend is playing that game, “Dr Dark’s Souls Emporium (the third)”, and there’s some scintillating crusty jugglers in it. So I drew Mercedes as a Crusty Juggler. GOD I want a hat like this.

SHOP / KO-FI / PATREON / INSTAGRAM

#crusty jugglers #cardboard #marker drawing #dark's soul's #dr dark's souls emporium

[estarii]

Hot Fuzz is gay rights

#elaine rambles #crusty jugglers

[thotty-aphrodite]

I hear you over there calling me a crusty juggler 

#crusty juggler #lol #hot fuzz

[hikerlady]

Please sign and share the petition if you have not already done so. Let's save this show....For The Greater Good. https://www.change.org/p/abc-australia-save-doctor-blake-mysteries-from-being-cancelled

#the doctor blake mysteries #save doctor blake #crusty jugglers

[forasecondtherewedwon]

Currently trying to write the S.W.O.R.D. circus into the next chapter of Only in a Sitcom over my brain's repeated chanting of “crusty jugglers.”

#I love you Hot Fuzz but NOT NOW #am writing #Only in a Sitcom #wandavision #Darcy x Jimmy

[mechanized-plant]

Rewatching the birthday stream and I was not prepared to hear Alex say "crusty jugglers"

#rusty quill gaming #rusty quill streaming

[drinkyourfuckingmilk]

Crusty jugglers

#you cut right to the core of me #Anonymous

[jtalley1138]

At least I’m not a crusty juggler? #hotfuzz #thegreatergood https://www.instagram.com/p/B24TvnDj-NG/?igshid=132bnwn4r7npg

#hotfuzz #thegreatergood

[subuwu-dyke]

*ominous echoing* crusty jugglers.. crusty jugglers... crusty jugglers....

[theyoungmystic]

Serenity

Crusty bustlin juggler just in time

Criminal cold scratch slightly

Obtuse in the wake of static sublime

My world of music crumbling bumbling

The death noise clawing scraping toxic wailing impaling running flying screaming slime.

#poem #poetry #music #poet #spotify #night #poems #film

[unnaturalappetite]

Dinner rolls, or as I call them, crusty jugglers #dinner #Italianfood #meatballs #bread #rolls #tomato #salad #cheese #nofilter https://www.instagram.com/p/CHadFHxA2xm/?igshid=8442czp1mtbx

#dinner #italianfood #meatballs #bread #rolls #tomato #salad #cheese #nofilter