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The audacity of this bitch to be perfect in every shape and form
i hate it when it feels like a character has been designed specifically for me to like them . because then i do like them and it feels like i walked straight into their trap
So, I sort of got an Operation Blackout headcanon. Real angsty too to go with the whumptober vibe so be prepared-
I saw a couple days ago a post about how canonically Rookie was doing the laundry when Herbert nabbed him, and I went “damn, that’s anticlimatic” because I imagined things going a lot differently. Picture this scenario:
Rookie is taking a walk around, knowing damn well that he’s one of Herbert’s targets by being the EPF’s Comms lead, if G and Dot’s kidnappings mean anything. He’s been getting bad vibes all day, so he’s been trying to keep his nerves on check by not worrying too much, maybe it’s just the growing coldness getting to him? Or the lack of sunlight despite being day leaving him uneasy? Either way, he continues on, hopeful that Herbert hasn’t caught onto his location yet, even if he’s obviously the least careful around his secret identity of all agents with how much stuffed he has leaked to the media along the years.
He tries to chill out, and that goes fine until Rookie hears a couple of suspicious clicks ahead and spots a couple crabs looking at him, and in any other occasion Rookie would approach and greet them with open arms, however, these crabs aren’t supposed to be here. They should be underwater, burrowing in lumps of sand until the temperature gets warm enough for them to be cozy around the island…
Unless, these crabs are here for him.
He should’ve guessed Herbert’s crab army would be a part of this whole scheme, the agent blinks once and crustaceans are gone, even so, he can feel their little ways watching him from somewhere hidden now. How long have they been following him?! The EPF’s teleportation system’s been broken ever since Gary disappeared (and no one managed to fix it without him) and he couldn’t really run to one of the resistance’s hideouts and risk their existence- So he decides to run to his igloo that is a bit close and lock all the doors as fast as possible.
After doing that, he hears some bangs coming from outside and immediately figures he’s cornered. Rookie shoots an SOS message to other agents but he doubts he’ll be able to escape his fate, especially when Dot, someone known for being able to sneak past the most sticky situations, couldn’t. While Rookie realizes that Herbert is going to take him away from his friends and leak his agent info like he did with the others he captured, he decided to make one final message.
And here’s another headcanon inside another scenario but just hear me out- Rookie is a comntent creator. Even before he joined the PSA he did silly vlog videos and livestreams where he chatted and game’d a bit. Of course, he couldn’t really upload more of his wholesome content while dealing with Herbert’s dictatorship in Operation Blackout, and since the Club Penguin News was taken over too, Rookie, along with many other penguin content creators, became replacement sources of information for all of Club Penguin that wished to know where to find food, shelter, if the resistance is doing any progress and all that, so basically-
The day Rookie was kidnapped, he did one last livestream.
He barricades the door of his recording room and immediately starts the stream. The viewers can see something’s different just by the way the whole thing is setup, Rookie looks nervous, and decides since this is probably the first thing Herbert will leak when he’s captured, he figures it will eb better if he does it himself. So instead of the usual welcomes and smiles, he starts the transmission with “I’m Rookie. Officer of Public Relations and leader of the EPF’s Communication sector, and I have a small announcement for you all…”
The message is actually pretty short, 6-7 minutes at most, and Rookie is overall very serious despite being apparently nervous. He talks about the Blackout, and how everyone that has resisted Herbert has been suffering, and how the EPF is sparing no effort to bring things back to normal, and apologizes since he’s going to be offline for a while. He mentions other channels that could serve as good sources of information while he’s gone and then asks for everyone to maintain hope despite it all, that Club Penguin has faced a lot of disasters together, and that this one won’t be any different.
By this point, the way Rookie was glancing sideways together with the bangs coming from somewhere off-screen, the chat was begging him to escape.
But he didn’t, using his final minutes to do a personal goodbye. He talks about his friends at the EPF, how all of them are incredibly resourceful and fierce, and especially good at their jobs. Rookie asks them to be strong, just as he’ll try to be now. He’s scared but hopeful, and just then, a powerful blow breaks the door down.
The camera is knocked off into the ground and sounds of struggles along with clicks can be heard, the commotion doesn’t take long either, and when EPF’s tactical team finally arrive on the scene, it’s too late.
Rookie’s igloo is empty of it’s owner, and a couple of hours later, Herbert shares the news with glee along with more confidential stuff, as a treat.
And like that, Operation Blackout continues.
So ye, this is the headcanon. There’s more that could be discussed about it like the other agents reaction (jetkie angst yummy) and how Rookie gets an earful by the Director when everything is over. But that’s the main meat of it. I should probably translate this into proper fanfiction format later (idk if there’s a lot of club penguin fanfic readers out there tho), but it would be nest anyways.
Thanks for reading this ^^
God I just had the coolest dream ever but at the same time I’m so frustrated, cuz like- I WANT to write about my dream because that scene was badass as FUCK but how am I gonna make a crossover between Stranger Things x Club Penguin?!!!
Anyways for those who have watched the show, my dream was basically Will in that season 2 scene where they’re trying to make sure they’re talking to the real Will and it’s not the parasite possessing the body pretending to be Will, but with Rookie and who’s questioning him is his friends from the EPF
Worst thing is that swapping Will with Rookie works surprisingly well, Rookie would totally know morse code with how many languages he knows so the part where he’s able to communicate that way could happen! Or you can just have him talk crab with his flipper and have Klutzy or Herbert in the scene as a potential translator, would also work…
God I can’t stop the rookie angst grind even when I’m asleep tf is wrong with me
Draw Rookie doing a funny dance
i just realized ive never checked my inbox BUT LOOK AT HIM WORK!!
Soooo, I’ve been working in my AU’s as of late- Idk if anyone would be interested in it, but here’s a little thing I drew about it.
Not sure I’ll keep this design for Rookie, but I’m happy with how Garianna turned out. And yes, that’s Garianna, she’s relevant here lol
how THE FUCK would a jetkie reunion be in any way wholesome Rookie’s infected ass is gonna punt his husband into outer space AND infect him in the proccess (i’m so excited I can’t wait)
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Potential Comic Plans (not official but just ideas I have planned)
- [ ] Dot’s comic (title: Subject 0)
- [ ] Guy finding Sam (brother)
- [ ] Comic with Beta Blue encountering Gary
- [ ] Comic of guy finding Rookie (wholesome)
- [ ] Comic of cavern evacuation
- [ ] Screwball ‘playing’ with his victims
- [ ] Gary finding Darwin? (Maybe)
- [ ] Rockhoppers disappearance
- [ ] Yarr being found on the island?
- [ ] Shadow Guy and Gamma Gal finding Keeper in the mall
- [ ] Coffee shop barricade
- [ ] Infected transformation
- [ ] Infected Waters (show Flipper encountering inf shark)
- [ ] Sensei coming across the group of survivors (with AA)
- [ ] Klutzy get hurt(????? Big maybe he’s too precious)
- [ ] (FINAL) ————— (probably like 3-4 pages?)
We're going round the island we're going round the island we're going round the island
Posting this on twitter wasn’t enough
I'M SOBBING WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DRAW
Okay so I’ve been watching Rookie, and I wanna talk about how Tim and Lucy’s relationship changed after season 1 finale where Tim got exposed to a disease.
Like it changed more noticeably after Lucy’s kidnapping but it changed here too just more subtly.
Me and one of my friends jokingly say we’re platonically married with a bunch of kids (fictional characters we’ve accumulated over the years)
I know who we’re gonna refer to as our son next.
the way the other ghostbusters talk about the rookie in the video game is so funny bc they manage to set off MY paternal instincts, and I'm the one playing as him. Sitting there going... my beautiful Firstborn, My Son and it's just the most plain looking man to ever exist
Oh, tell me someone, why i am so in love with Favorite and why they aren't popular yet... Too sad
Check them, please
Watch 'Loca' and stream 'Catch Me'
Group: Favorite
ESOTERIC DUMPSTER VOL. 1 ISSUE # 2: SECOND SNOW
This week, I am going on a school trip to New York City. It will be my second time on a plane in my life and my second time seeing snow since West Virginia. It will also be the longest time I have spent away from home, and the farthest, save for the hot and hellish California trip of sophomore year.
My half-sister was getting married then, and already I have four nephews between her and my other two half-siblings. I remember being in line for the bathroom at the warmly lit and wine-fueled reception, standing with the groom while my sister was in the bathroom. I asked what was in his vape and he said "Tobacco." and offered me a hit. I had never taken anything before, mild or hard. In that moment, I grew up.
I was one of the big kids, a peer, and it felt good. The dry heat felt good. Leaning against a table, talking about the closet with a new cousin who emerged from the woodwork felt good. For a few minutes, everything felt good. My sister turned The Smiths on for me and made me dance. I was awkward, but it felt good.
I am constantly hit hard in the face by the fact that I will never be like them, my half-siblings. Never as old, never as straight. Eyes not dark enough. Haven't been hurt enough. They had it harder than I did growing up, and I am grateful that they tamed my father before I had to be alive under his roof.
They lived first so I didn't have to wonder whether I would flounder and drown in my adulthood because everyone does. I remember, when I observe their lives that success is simply happiness. They are very successful now.
Jumping forward in my Time-Traveling Dumpster to the present day, I am nervous for the trip. Anxious that my friends will see me tear up in front of Caravaggio's "Musicians" or when I see my dad in Central Park for a moment, and he asks me what he did wrong, and tells me that he loves me, even though my art teacher knows more of my life than he ever did.
A friend told me recently that getting over people is forgiveness. His mother left his family and died two years later in a car crash on a stretched Nevada highway. He seemed genuine, but he could have just been high.
I don't have much else to say, so here are some recent photos of the town, with more from New York en route to my digital camera come Thursday.
Until then!
SONGS: “Girl” by the queen of lyricism Tori Amos
and “Alabama Song (Whiskey Bar)” covered by creep geniuses The Doors
ESOTERIC DUMPSTER VOL. 1, ISSUE #1: "CALM BEFORE THE STORM"
***POSTING LATE IT IS OFFICIALLY 2025 NOW but everything I said still stands. It is Monday, October 7th, and I've been consuming copious amounts of archived ROOKIE magazine posts because with the dying leaves, (and, cough cough, HURRICANE MILTON) an overwhelming nostalgia has really kicked in, as well as anticipation for my last trick-or-treat-able Halloween. This may only be on my mind because my little brother is turning 16 in a few days, but I feel like everybody makes a big deal about turning 16 and 18 without considering how damn weird it feels to be 17. Seventeen is like a placeholder for a future you can't have yet. Seventeen is antsy to be an adult and also scared shitless that it won't be a kid for much longer. Seventeen takes blurry, desperate pictures on ancient digital cameras to stretch single moments into fascinations. Seventeen takes its time. It doesn't want to be over this soon. Seventeen is a liminal space we are happy to dwell in for as long as we can before we realize the cotton candy, knit sweater POVs that "Perks" sold us, while beautifully iterated, are not true. We are not infinite in these bodies. Some of us don't have friends magically appear on the first day of freshman year, like Charlie. The Rocky Horror Picture Show might as well be lost media at this point, and good cinema like it might as well be replaced by artificially scripted, acted, and animated movies. Here I am wondering why we're so nostalgic and lost-feeling at seventeen, but the answer actually seems obvious. There is nothing organically good on the horizon for us- AI movies might be the headcanon for the younger generation of suckers who didn't ask to be born. World War Three might not make anyone bat an eyelash. We cling to the past because it was creative and real, and there's something missing from our lives now that we seek to fill with empty content. I'm rambling, I realize that. It's a beautiful night tonight, the sunset was spectacular. The air is cooling, the clouds are dark but removed. This is the "calm before the storm". So, here's few photos of me and my friends yesterday night as we swam at the beach and hung around a lifeguard chair in a subtle, unconscious attempt to make ourselves infinite while we still have the chance, before a storm both literal and figurative. SONGS: "At Seventeen", by the master of gay yearning folk music, Janis Ian, and........................ "Sleep Apnea", by the masters of youthful yearning mid-tempo indie jams, Beach Fossils.
