Jolly Dodger
Can I have a closer look at your top hap?

*Grabs his hat, pushes it onto Kazooie’s head, forcing it down so that her head pops up the top of the already broken hat*

There, birdie. 

What are you doing in the factory?

"Say wha?"

(( I have no idea what you’re talking about sorry 9_6 ))

"Just dig a little deeper in the garbage can and you'll find a piece of chewed gum or two."

aredsquirrelslament:

dodgingjolly:

dodgingjolly:

Jolly heard the red squirrel’s voice, but turned slowly, looking around. As if to realize his mistake, he looked down, mocking a surprise expression. “Oh! I didn’t see you there, shorty! Whats that you said?”

Jolly scoffed a little. “Honestly, Conker, if you think being ‘nice’ is making jokes about my homeless status, then you’ve got a lot of learning of how being a friend works. I may not be who I once was, but I still have feelings, you know!?”

He let out a forced, sad sigh, cupping his own cheek. “Such a sad state of affairs though… you and I. Perhaps we have more in common than I thought.”

"Well, I’m really sorry about making that crack at you."

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"My problems usually lie within my life being all sucky and bleak, not just someone that I lost." A breath of air and a crack in his own neck, he looked up at the frog and decided that an afternoon of moping around wouldn’t really help himself and his mood get any better.

"Eh, all in the past and more sights on the future. Other words, I’m not going to linger on sad stuff this afternoon." He could at least try to hold a conversation that didn’t involve any venting, but one wonders if he could try to be a little caring about others these days. 

"So uh, Jolly," he said. "How goes the day, anyways?"

Jolly’s expression slowly melted from its cynicism to a sympathetic frown. He studied the King for a moment, before taking off his top hap, and bending down so that they met eyes. His hazel eyes stared into his own eyes.

He had never known that Conker had lost someone, because the picture had never been painted clear to him. He dared not push for information, knowing that somethings only revealed themselves with patience.

"…you don’t have to force it." he said solemnly. "I never cared much for that sort of mundane talking anyways…"

"Just dig a little deeper in the garbage can and you'll find a piece of chewed gum or two."

aredsquirrelslament:

dodgingjolly:

Jolly heard the red squirrel’s voice, but turned slowly, looking around. As if to realize his mistake, he looked down, mocking a surprise expression. “Oh! I didn’t see you there, shorty! Whats that you said?”

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"I said you should dig a little deeper in the garbage can to find some mints, whether or not they’re chewed." Typical frog. He knows how to make good brewery, but putting up with the guy’s suffering.. he’d walk out on community service and just take it up with prison had he been convicted.

With a flick of his tail, he rolled his eyes and leaned on a wall. “You know, I’m starting to think you can’t be modest enough to save your life.” Then again, the squirrel did just appeared out of nowhere. He sure as heck was sick of making enemies and being reclusive after all these years of bar fights.

"Anyway, I kinda wanted to like, make up for all the times I’ve been such a twat to ya. Dunno how, but y’know." He shoved his gloved hands in his jacket and leaned forward and backwards, not out of sadness mind you, but just out of growing nature to try and chin up again.

"Been in a funk for about some time, but a friend told me told me that holding on to those stuff for quite away isn’t healthy, not so long ago. Wanted ta’ see if I can repair some burned bridges, really."

Relationships and connections are a first step in a being’s life to becoming a more acceptable person. Just what his mum said.

Jolly scoffed a little. “Honestly, Conker, if you think being ‘nice’ is making jokes about my homeless status, then you’ve got a lot of learning of how being a friend works. I may not be who I once was, but I still have feelings, you know!?”

He let out a forced, sad sigh, cupping his own cheek. “Such a sad state of affairs though… you and I. Perhaps we have more in common than I thought.”

Clanker’s Cavern

clankers-cavern:

dodgingjolly:

As his eyes fluttered open, the world came to the dazed frog, blurry and confusing. He shut his eyes again quickly, tossing his head dramatically to the side as he found that the light was unbearable after resting his eyes for so long. But, what had he been doing before hand?

That’s when he realized the last thing he remembered was falling from a rather tall height. He gasped, and sat up, his eyes opening wide as he looked up instinctively. Then, he looked about, trying to gather as much information to know where he was. That’s when he saw - and heard, the big mechanical shark, resting most of his overly huge body above the water.

If he could have sprinted out of there, he would have. But as he went to get up, he let out a shattering, dramatic sob. He landed on his butt, and then reached for his ankle. Had it landed in a weird twist when he fell down? 

"W-whatever you do!" he wailed, pleading with tears in his eyes. "Don’t eat me! I-i’m a good guy! I promise!"

“oh,” Clanker said, teeth glinting in a small, awkward smile. “well that’s good ‘cause uh, so am i…are you okay?”

“[Yeah, we were real worried ‘bout you! That was some fall, huh?]” Gloop grinned, all smiles now that the danger had passed. He’d propped himself up right at their ragged guest’s side, but a closer look wasn’t needed to see that this guy had a knack for making everything dramatic – especially falls! “[Actually, you still look a bit green ‘round the gills…and don’t mind shorty back there.]” He giggled, elbowing the frog playfully. “[His B.O.’s worse ‘n his bite.]”

“says you!” ‘shorty’ laughed. “but uh…yeah. i mean, i guess it doesn’t really seem like it, but i’m not gonna eat you or anything – promise.”

The duo’s words would be heard on death ears - for their ‘green gill’ friend was now on full drama queen. He was clutching to the hurt ankle, making a rather big fuss about the whole thing. Big globs of tears welled up in his eyes, bubbling over and dribbling over like tiny streams.

"Perfect! I’m lost, I’m cold, and I’m hungry and I’M NOT EVEN GOING TO BE EATEN!?" He called out to the Heavens. He had yet to realize his unreasonable complaint, as he started wailing again. "And I don’t think I can even get upppp!!! What am I going to DO?!"

LOG help the strangers… they were in for a real ‘show’ that night with the cavern’s new guest.

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Forgot to upload this here on tumblr :B

Diddy Kong Racing characters running and stuff..

“[Trick or treat, Greeny!]” Gloop said, smiling as he held out a small bag. “[Pack enough for shorty too, okay?]”

Jolly shrugged a little, and then pushed his hands in his pocket. He pulled them out to reveal that nothing was there. “Sorry, I got no candy…”

"What happened to Lagoon? Do Mumbo's skull still there?"

"Uhg, heck if I know! I’ve been in Showdown Town this whole time!"

Closed RP with salamandervito

salamandervito:

dodgingjolly:

In the cold October night, the homeless frog nestled himself under his usual bridge. He could hardly contain the violent waves of shiver, his teeth clattering as he pulled his long, worn jacket closer, hiding his face. But, this was his own fault, after all. He was just too prideful to ask for help; although, he considered, he could afford a warm meal and room. But it would be wiser to continue to save the money he had been pocketing for the harsher winter weather.


His teeth chattered, and he gritted down. “Uhg… this sucks.” he concluded to no one. He stared off into the large, arctic like water. Why couldn’t he have stayed home, in the thick swamps, where the humidity made a frog’s sweat trickle down their bodies? He licked his chapped lips, his heart aching, yearning.


He was lost in his own thoughts, and soon, he was drifting away, in his bittersweet memories.


* * *


Jolly suddenly sat up, hearing the sweet croaking of his mother’s voice. She called for him from downstairs. Confused, he climbed out of bed, and looked about. It was his room, and he was there - and he looked at the full body mirror.


He rubbed the sleep of his eyes, as he moved to get a closer look. He investigated the rings under his eyes, with a sigh. That’s right. He had spent most of his night in a feverish state of insomnia. A silly grin graced his lips as he thought about the boy he had been trying to write a love letter to.


“Jolly! Are you up?” another voice croaked - Jolly froze as he realized it was his Uncle. If he was calling up to him, it could only conclude that he was running really late now!


With a yelp, he called downstairs, “Yeah! I’m getting dressed! Hold on!”


* * *


School was a function where your body was required to sit there, but that did not mean your brain was prison to confinement. That’s how the young frog saw it anyways. He sat in his desk real pretty, looking attentive. And then he would start slowly day dreaming.


He was gazing outside now, lost in thoughts of the salamander who had overtaken his thoughts of late. Once he had found out Vito’s locker, he had been slipping secret letters in there when no on was looking.
He had no idea if Vito would find out who he was, but one could only hope, he supposed. He gazed down at his desk, wondering if today would be the day Vito came in during lunch, and demand to know why Jolly had been sending him letters. He snorted, and hid his face in his book, giggling in his glee.

The hours passed faster then expected. Homeroom was over as soon as he knew it. P.E. came and went in a wink. Language Arts was done before one could read the first word. With only science class to go, lunch period would finally arrive.

Rings of glass and tools clinking together came from the tables throughout the class room. Students were getting into their groups preparing for their daily assignment. Keeping instructions on hand and safe keeping.

A toad made a quick walk around the room, making sure his students were read. “Alright, class. Today we’ll be dissecting flies-“

The door then opened all of a sudden, midway through the teacher’s introduction. Him and some students directed their attention to the door.

As if he didn’t care what the other thought of his sudden entrance, a tall, blue salamander walked in and approached. It didn’t take much looking for him to see the disapproving look on the teacher’s face.

"Oh," the salamander spoke up to the teacher, nonchalant, "Should have knocked first."

"What is your explanation for being out of your class, and suddenly interrupting my class without giving even a knock first?" The toad was basically demanding the salamander. The teacher was then greeted with a paper.

"Transferred classes!" the blue amphibian held out the paper. "Knew I was right about that level one schmuck being too amateur for me."

Grabbing the paper, the toad adjusted his glass and read it over. “Well then, welcome… I guess.”

Jolly’s attention had snapped back to reality when the door opened - and the slender, taller salamander had entered the room. A rush of heat made his cheeks flush. 

He was taken aback by the sudden news of Vito being in the same room of his. Swallowing hard, he went back to his book, trying to be as nonchalant as he could. 

It seemed that the day could not end soon enough. Each painful hour of that afternoon seemed like an eternity. But the last bell rung finally, and Jolly got up to start packing his things. He glanced at the salamander, who was now available for him to look at as much as he wanted.

Would Vito even notice the gangly teenager? It was hard to miss Jolly, since he was the tallest of the class, after all, but still. He picked up one of his books, but the pencil that was resting on it rolled off, and landed on the ground, near the salamander boy. 

Jolly dared not to move, just waiting for Vito to move before picking it up. Although, looking at where it traveled had allowed him to get a rather nice view of Vito’s butt—

Oh! What a great time to be thinking about that!

Closed RP with salamandervito

In the cold October night, the homeless frog nestled himself under his usual bridge. He could hardly contain the violent waves of shiver, his teeth clattering as he pulled his long, worn jacket closer, hiding his face. But, this was his own fault, after all. He was just too prideful to ask for help; although, he considered, he could afford a warm meal and room. But it would be wiser to continue to save the money he had been pocketing for the harsher winter weather.


His teeth chattered, and he gritted down. “Uhg… this sucks.” he concluded to no one. He stared off into the large, arctic like water. Why couldn’t he have stayed home, in the thick swamps, where the humidity made a frog’s sweat trickle down their bodies? He licked his chapped lips, his heart aching, yearning.


He was lost in his own thoughts, and soon, he was drifting away, in his bittersweet memories.


* * *


Jolly suddenly sat up, hearing the sweet croaking of his mother’s voice. She called for him from downstairs. Confused, he climbed out of bed, and looked about. It was his room, and he was there - and he looked at the full body mirror.


He rubbed the sleep of his eyes, as he moved to get a closer look. He investigated the rings under his eyes, with a sigh. That’s right. He had spent most of his night in a feverish state of insomnia. A silly grin graced his lips as he thought about the boy he had been trying to write a love letter to.


“Jolly! Are you up?” another voice croaked - Jolly froze as he realized it was his Uncle. If he was calling up to him, it could only conclude that he was running really late now!


With a yelp, he called downstairs, “Yeah! I’m getting dressed! Hold on!”


* * *


School was a function where your body was required to sit there, but that did not mean your brain was prison to confinement. That’s how the young frog saw it anyways. He sat in his desk real pretty, looking attentive. And then he would start slowly day dreaming.


He was gazing outside now, lost in thoughts of the salamander who had overtaken his thoughts of late. Once he had found out Vito’s locker, he had been slipping secret letters in there when no on was looking.
He had no idea if Vito would find out who he was, but one could only hope, he supposed. He gazed down at his desk, wondering if today would be the day Vito came in during lunch, and demand to know why Jolly had been sending him letters. He snorted, and hid his face in his book, giggling in his glee.