The interview with JG QuintelThe interview with JG Quintel5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
In the past couple of days, I've posted quite a bit of stuff about my new favorite show, Regular Show.
Thanks to the accessibility provided by the internet, specifically Deviantart, I was able to conduct an interview with Regular Show's creator, JG Quintel, where we discussed the '80s, children's cartoons, and what it's like to voice your own character.
Moniqueblog: How did you get started in art?
Quintel: I've always been drawing. And I've always wanted to make cartoons. My parents were really supportive and put me in art classes and even got me a camera that I used to start making things animate. I kinda went from there.
You said in an interview with Half Channel that one of your influences is Beavis and Butthead. What other shows/pop-culture would you consider influences on your work, humor, etc.?
Lots of stuff, I like a lot of British television. Things like League of Gentlemen, Mighty Boosh, IT crowd, Little Britain, Trailer Park Boys, Summer Hights
The Gift: Pg1"NO. Just sit down and don't touch ANYTHING!"The Gift: Pg13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Benson was on a rampage, nothing new there.
What WAS new, however, was the fact that he was almost panicking, and wasn't letting anyone do anything. Not that they were complaining. It was still weird though, and some of them were actually starting to get worried.
Not but moments ago Maellard had called. In a week's time he would be there for the Park's annual review, and this time there would be no exceptions. It would be PERFECT of Benson would be fired. Needless to say, Benson was now set on doing every last thing himself to make sure not a single thing went wrong.
When Skips told the others this, Pops spoke up.
"Oh, but surely Father will go easy on him; It will be his birthday after all." He said. The others looked at each other.
"Benson's birthday is in a week?" Mordecai asked. "How come no one told us?" Skips shook his head.
"Benson doesn't celebrate his birthday. He hasn't since-"
"MOVE. I have to clean the living area just get out o
Benson's HeartBenson sighed as he lie under a shady park tree, work could be so tiring.Benson's Heart4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stared into the open. Endless green..
His eyes lids felt heavy, and the rings were always there. No doubt from sleepless nights due to the noisy city. Or perhaps the stress..
This job. These people. So freaken stressful.
He felt a warm, little touch against his cheek. He smiled lightly. Pops sat beside him, leaning his soft, warm body against his manager.
"Hey." Benson said plainly. He was tired. He needed a nap. Just a few minutes of sleep would do it.
"Hello Benson, what're you up to?" The lollipop man asked brightly, it hadn't even registered to him that his significant other was dozing off. "Oh. Are you sleepy?"
The gumball machine nodded lazily, he leaned against the tree and against Pops, hoping to catch a few moments of rest. The naïve man seemed to understand so he settled into to comfortable enough to sleep as well. Benson smiled. His innocent, little Pops. It may have been lame and cheesey to fe
48 Benpops MomentsConsider this a mini version of what 'A Fresh Start' was. Basically, a bunch of smaller Benpops drabbles, varying from friendship, romance, hurt/comfort, humor and more. Enjoy!48 Benpops Moments4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come on Benson, run through the sprinklers with me! It's so refreshing!"
It was no secret Benson hated snow. But when he woke up and saw a message shoveled into his driveway, he forgot all about the cold and the ice and the hard work he would have to do.
He only felt warmth.
"Pops, I've told you before, we use paper and metal for money, not lollipops."
On the outside, Benson was cold, hard, and strong. He was made of metal after all. But Pops saw past all that, and he knew what a softy Benson really was, despite the gumball machine's embarrassment.
Even though it was extremely rare, Pops did get mad, angry even. It was at these times that Benson was reminded that Pops was Mr. Maellard's son. Because he looked exactly like his father when he was mad.
But Pops woul
Rs: Sick Benson 3"Come on, Benson, get in!" Skips told Benson as he tried pushing him into the limo. Everybody was already in the limo, waiting patiently for Benson to get in.Rs: Sick Benson 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I don't need to go to the hospital. I'm almost better, honest," Benson protested.
"Okay then, lets prove it," Skips said as he went inside the house to grab the thermometer and came back out quickly.
"Hey, what's keeping ya?" Mr. Maellard asked impatiently as got out of the driver's seat and walked up to Benson and Skips.
"Benson says he's well enough to not visit the hospital," Skips explains. "But we're gonna prove it. Open up," he instructed Benson. He did as he was told as Skips placed the thermometer under his tongue. Benson secretly hoped that his fever wasn't too high, then he wouldn't have to go to the hospital and probably be better to get back to work tomorrow. Skips finally removed the thermometer and read it.
"104.2," Skips read. Maellard and Skips stared at each other and then at Benson silently. There
|Stockholm Syndrome|"It's all my fault.... I shouldn't have done that... I wasn't thinking clearly....," a depressed raccoon quietly said to himself, trying not to let anyone hear him. He laid there with tears in his eyes. Rigby curled in a ball and finally went to sleep, even though the sun was slowly rising in the horizon. He barely got any sleep last night due to the paranoid thoughts that he had; thoughts that would haunt him if he was dreaming or not.|Stockholm Syndrome|3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
One of the petrifying thoughts were of Mordecai murdering him for what he had done; it was a thought at first, but then it turned into a complete nightmare. The smile that Mordecai gave to his ex-friend before giving the final blow, yeah, that would scare anyone.
Rigby's little dark ringed eyes had finally shut and his mind was ready for slumber, but it wasn't too long after he had fallen asleep, he was woken up. The sun shined through the windows and onto the sleepy raccoon. He opened one eye lid and sighed, getting off of the trampoline while rubbing
-Asthenia-"Last night," Mordecai started, "He was crying... crying about how he screwed up our friendship, " the avian said to himself as he drove the cart through the park, getting to the fountain to clean it from the fallen leaves and other debris. That moment when he saw the small upset raccoon cry, something inside told him to go forth and make a bond with him, but his mind said no; he listened to his mind.-Asthenia-3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He stopped the cart, looked around and stared ahead, the fountain all dirty looking. Leaves were on the ground around it and were in it, making the water turn a light green color. Mordecai got out of the cart and approached the fountain.
"Aw, sick!" He said as he reached down and picked up a bent empty water bottle. With the bottle held by two fingers, the avian pulled out a black plastic trash bag and put it in there. And now it was time to target the rest of the mess. The cold, green, murky water began to slowly drain, leaving nothing but trash inside the moist fountain. He reached down
Mordecai and your familyMordecai and your family3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was the day to bring the family to the park, everyone looked forward to their families, Rigby waited for his brother Don, his father Pops Maellard, Benson to his sister and father, Skips on vacation (Why? Not XD) and Five Muscle Man and Ghost in the house of his mother above NOT Muscle Man (NO MORE LIE XD). But something was wrong, where is Mordecai?.
If you are very sensitive to the sad, you better not follow reading, if not,! A MOURN away! : Iconcryforeverplz:. I would also say that this is not Morby, Mordaret, Mordeson, Rigleen and other romances. It is just a Fan-fic sad and believe that short, I'd also like to criticize as it is my first Fan-fic: iconlaplz: I'm so excited. Hope you like.
After all the families came to the house in the middle of the park, Rigby realized long after his "brother brother" had not seen him all day, so I look in your room, but he was not there only saw a blue jay feather characteristic of the close of the open window also was n
RS: Sick Benson 2A crash of thunder had woken up Benson from his feverish sleep. He sat up slowly, placing his hand on his head, which felt as if a truck ran over him and he felt really dizzy.RS: Sick Benson 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He groaned. "Ugh, I feel horrible," Benson whispered to himself. He turned to the window, noticing it was still raining. Then he turned to the digital clock by his bed which read 9:15 am. Benson gasped. "I never over sleep!" Then he heard a voice coming from the third floor. A familiar voice.
"Oh no," Benson said to out loud. "No it can't be..." He got up and looked out the window to figure out if he was right, though he hoped he was wrong. To his disappointment, he was right. That familiar white limo parked in front of the house. Yup, it was Mr. Maellard, his boss. A sudden wave of nausea hit him.
"Oh man," Benson groaned placing his hand on his stomach. He had just remembered that he was suppose to have a meeting with his boss today. Now he had to find the perfect excuse for attending the meeting late. What wou
Finding a Happy Medium"Alright guys, take your seats." The woman wearing a suit and glasses instructed as she sat in the chair that was in the middle of a chair circle.Finding a Happy Medium4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Everyone took a seat in each chair inside the room, including a content Benson. They waited while the woman, Ms. Leslie, wrote something down on her notepad.
Sunday night meant Anger management night. It was the same ol' thing every week. Ms. Leslie would go around the circle asking everyone how their week went, if their tempers are more controlled than the past week, if they're finding a happy medium, all that jazz.
Benson placed a hand on his face, looking bored. He'd been going to the meetings for about two months and it wasn't drastically changing him or anything. He was still the feistiest gumball machine that ever lived.
My week sucks, what else is there to say? Well, except for...Friday...with Mordecai of all people-
"Okay, let's start with Bernie. How were you this week, Bernie?"
Benson immediately tuned everyone out and entered his
Twenty QuestionsAs Pops sat there at the kitchen table, he realized something.Twenty Questions4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He knew everyone at the park. He knew Mordecai and Rigby's favorite video games and television shows. He knew what bands and food Muscleman and High Five Ghost liked. He even knew a little about Skips' likes and dislikes, and he was the quietest of the bunch. Since Pops considered all his employees his extended family, he wanted to get to know them. And he did. But there was one person he still only knew a little about, and he was sitting right across from Pops, sipping his morning coffee.
Even though Benson and Pops were close friends, the extent of Pops' knowledge was still limited to Benson's employee record. What were the gumball machines' likes? Dislikes? Hobbies? His past? Did he have other friends? Perhaps siblings? Like a child who didn't know a secret everyone else knew, Pops just had to know more about the infamous gumball machine.
"Benson?" Benson glanced up from his coffee cup. "I was wondering, could we perhaps
GO!After the tears shedded like infinite streams, the raccoon had finally went to sleep. He tossed and turned as he was having a dream as well. A dream that reminded Rigby of his childhood.GO!3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"I love you, honey!" Rigby's father said while holding his wife close to his warm body.
"I love you too!"
Rigby stood back and watched his parents kiss each other.
"Yuck! Get a room guys!" A young raccoon said, going to the living room to watch some television. Rigby never really understood what love was, and thank God he didn't at that age.
"Well, I got to get going, hun," exclaimed Rigby's father as he gave his wife a kiss good-bye. "See ya later, sport! You too, Don." He said as he patted Rigby and Don both on the head. And with that said, he was out of the front door.
He never came back.
He usually was home around 5, and later on in the evening, he arrived home about 9 PM.
"And where have you been?" Rigby's mother asked while tapping her right foot with folded arms and a raised brow.
Let's Keep It That WayAfter everyone was done telling their 'spooky' stories, Mordecai was relaxing on the couch, cuddling up in a warm blanket watching cartoons. He looked out the window and watched the heavy rain fall from the early evening sky and the wind causing the trees to dance along.Let's Keep It That Way4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mordecai calmly smiled. I'm so glad I'm not one of those wet suckers trick-or-treating..
"Agh! My life sucks!" Rigby said as he walked into the living room pouting.
"Pft, what else is new?" Mordecai said, grinning.
"Dude, this is serious! There's no ice cream in the freezer and I got a sweet tooth, see?" He showed his small but sharp teeth to Mordecai.
"Well, find something else that's sweet."
"There's NOTHING, man! It's Halloween and there's nothing sugar-coated in this place! No candy apples, no cookies, no candy, no chocolate, no ice cream!"
Mordecai shrugged. "I dunno, go trick-or-treating for a lil bit. You can dress up as a dad like I used in my story."
"Hello? It's RAINY! I'll get my fur wet." He pointed to the
A Very Regular Christmas"That's it, Rigby! Just a little to the left… you're getting it! Mordecai, go outside and get some more firewood from the pile. And Thomas! Stop slacking and put up those lights!"A Very Regular Christmas3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"But Muscle Man wrapped them around my horns," the goat protested lamely. Benson silenced him with an upraised palm.
"The only words I want to hear from your mouth, Thomas, are, 'OK, I'll put up the lights.' Or, 'Hey, Benson, some more egg nog?'"
The goat sighed. "Hey, Benson. Some more egg nog?"
"Not now, Thomas! OK, Rigby, that's perfect!"
Rigby beamed with a look of genuine pride. He'd set the star on top of the tree with peerless accuracy. He leapt down from the top and landed in Benson's arms, laughing.
"Well, look what the star guided us this Christmas," said Skips. "It's a dirty raccoon."
"Yeah, yeah," said Rigby, rolling his eyes. "I don't see any wise men around here. Except you, Skips. You always got my back."
Muscle Man made a noise like a dying car engine. "Enough of the lovey-dovey
''Always''After Mordecai finished up setting up the chairs, he took a break. He opened up a fresh cold bottle of water and sat down in one of the chairs, propping his feet up on another.''Always''3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Well, that was easy. No delays holding me back, " he said while gazing out into the open lawn. "This concert is going to awesome, I cannot wait!"
He turned around and saw the stage behind him, knowing that stage would be full of instruments and the chairs all around him would be full of attendance. He glanced over and saw Skips and Pops with flyers in their hands, setting them on telephone posts and on the side walls of the buildings of downtown. The blue jay sighed as the chilly October air brushed against his feathers. Mordecai continued to stare at the lawn, the trees, everything. And then an important memory came rolling back in Memory Lane.
Mordecai wrapped his wings around Margaret, who was standing near a tree. They both blushed and she gave him small pecks on his cheeks. Mordecai couldn't help but
RS OfficeAU Fic - Margaret's OfficeRS OfficeAU Fic - Margaret's Office3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Margaret Robyn Tanner was always the kind of woman who wore herself well, which, Mordecai figured, was one of the short list of reasons for her great success. She was intimidating, cunning, beautiful, and never took 'no' for an answer. If business was war, Margaret was a walking arsenal. Perhaps the only thing sharper than her attire was her impeccable talent at being one of the most shrewd businesspeople in the city, perhaps in the state.
Maybe that was why Mordecai's palms were always sweating whenever he went to meet with her.
He stood in the elevator, watching the numbers count higher and higher as he felt his stomach sunk lower and lower. He was nervous, as he had every right to be. Even for a guy as straight laced as he was, there's not a person alive who meets with Margaret Tanner and doesn't feel at least a twinge of anxiety.
A bell chimed, signaling his arrival, and he cleared his throat as the bronze elevator doors slid open. Black, well-shined shoes strode against plush carp
Todas las aves ponen huevos? 2Lo que comenzó como una divertida broma de la cual Rigby disfrutaba viendo a Mordecai muy maternal junto al huevo, poco a poco fue haciéndole menos gracia ante la seriedad de este y su "imposibilidad laboral" por tener que cuidar del huevo por tiempo completo dejándole el doble de trabajo y tareas en el parque.Todas las aves ponen huevos? 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- Oh vamos Mordecai! Ya deja ese estúpido huevo por un momento y ayúdame con esto!! Se quejo intentando levantar un tronco del camino-
- Como llamaste a Jame?!
- Al escuchar eso deja el tronco sumamente sorprendido- Le pusiste nombre?
- Claro que si!
- Sacude la cabeza volviendo en si- No puedes dejar de trabajar solo por cuidar ese huevo! No es justo!
- Y si yo no lo cuido quien lo hará? Tú? Ja! Tú no puedes ni cuidar de vos mismo
- (Esto ya ah ido demasiado lejos) Mordecai, enserio ya vasta! Ese huevo en realidad !
- Que rayos están haciendo?!
Ambos voltearon sobresaltados encontrándose con Benson quien los miraba de
RS: Over the Top AftermathRS: Over the Top Aftermath4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The drive back to the house that night was one of the hardest things I had to do in my life. I had to pay attention to the road and comfort Pops, who was now sobbing and whimpering on my shoulder. Not to mention I had to keep my tears from affecting my vision.
I never really was fond of Rigby, in fact, I hated him! But to see him die right before my eyes so brutally it certainly hurt. Rigby was lazy, selfish, and unresposible, but he DID NOT deserve to die.
Not like that.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a soft choke in the back seat of my car. Mixing with pops shivering whimpers it was heard again.
Mordecai hasn't said a word since we left the hospital.
I peaked at him cautiously through the mirror. His head was down, his wings wrapped around his lanky body. I could tell he was slightly shivering, and swallowing hard. I caught a small glimpse of a tear roll down his beak once we pulled into the park driveway.
As soon as I unlocked the door, Mo
Obvious.A few days later, after playing hours and hours of that new game, they both grew tired of it.Obvious.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Hey dude, do you want to go get something to eat?" Mordecai asked his fellow raccoon.
"Sure, dude! Let's go!" Rigby said as he jumped up from the couch, excited to get something for lunch. Mordecai grabbed the keys from the shelf and the duo went out of the door, walked down the steps and into the cart. Turning the key in the ignition, the cart lunged forward and onto the path; making their way to Cheezers, a place where awesome grilled cheeses came from.
Mordecai steered the cart into the parking lot and parked the cart. Getting out of the cart, the duo walked across the parking lot and into Cheezers.
"Welcome to Cheezers!" One of the employees said while the two walked through the glass doors. Mordecai walked ahead to the ordering counter.
"May I take your order?"
"Yes, two Grilled Cheese Deluxes please," the avian asked politely.
"That will be $6.50 sir," the kind girl said with a mouthful
gamxtav: Chocolate and blueberry jam-HS fanfic[M]-Your name is gamzee makara, you're an average 16 year old teenage boy with a not so normal interest in subjulator's.gamxtav: Chocolate and blueberry jam-HS fanfic[M]-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Another thing some may count as another of your many abnormalities is that you have a huge mancrush on your best-bro tavros.
Tavros is the picture of innocence and sweetness but he's so goddamn timid, he has the most caring parents but he's had a very hard time at school for the way he dresses, for liking card games and fairies, but you just think the little dude is miraculous, everything about him is beautiful, You could swear that the messiah's must of spent extra time on making tavros nitram.
He's atheletic, kind hearted, a great rapper like yourself, you often get into good natured rap battles with one another, which always end with you slamming a fago together and lots of play shoves.
You laugh at your fond memories, there's allot going through your head right now and by allot I mean tavros and your feelings for him of course.
Today is the day you will finally confe
RS: Benson and Pops friendshipANGERRS: Benson and Pops friendship4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mordecai and Rigby had just called Benson to come over to the house after discovering that Pops was not in his room. Not even in the house. He was gone. It was already 11:00pm and still no sign of Pops. They looked everywhere for him. The three were worried sick, mostt of all, Benson.
"That's it! I'm calling the police, I can't take it anymore," Benson said angry and impatient, though he was truely terrified. Just as he was about to dial 9-1-1, the front door of the house opened. Everyone turned to see who it was. Luckily, it happened to be Pops. He smiled at Mordecai and Rigby but got surprised when he saw Benson.
"Where the heck were you? You had me worried sick!" Benson yelled at Pops the way he yelled at Mordecai and Rigby. Pops looked down at his feet like a shy child. Benson had never used the tone of voice at him. Never.
"Uh..." Pops didn't know how to explain it to Benson.
"Huh!? Where WERE you? I was scared to death!" Benson yelled once more, now turning red. Mordecai an
Spring Fun - ZaDrIt was a hot spring day, kids ran around outside in the that horrible earth sun. The sound of pop music and the low loud hum of bouncing houses- or what ever those weird wiggly things are called that kids jump about in. Zim laid in the grass, staring up to the sky, only some clouds over head-about three. The sun glared into his eyes, making him move his head to the side, seeing Dib playing around with circles. The weird circle tubes - so called 'hula-hoops'- went around his waste, as he kept thrusting his hips, moving them in a circle movement as well. To Zim, Dib was far more entertaining then the sun or stupid blue colored sky.Spring Fun - ZaDr4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Why are you watching me?" dib asked, giving Zim a look that was confused yet creeped out some. He moved his hands behind his head, so they wouldn't get in the way of the hoop.
"Hff." Zim sat up, turning his head fully to the human child who was rather hot from the earth's sun. If he was wearing his trench coat, he would have-DIED! Flopping around on his belly
Estaremos a tu lado... Parte1Estaremos a tu lado... Parte13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Era viernes, 8:00 de mañana cuando sonó un reloj, avisando que es hora del trabajo, James se levantó con sueño, fue a la cocina a prepararse un café, se vistió, se lavo la cara y dientes y fue a CN donde se preparaba a hacer otro episodio de Regular show como cualquier semana.
En el camino se topó con Sam y riendo fueron al estudio. James parecía preocupado.
Sam: Hey , ¿estás bien?
James: Mas o menos.
Sam: ¿Que pasa? Cuéntame.
James: Es que me dijo que .
Sam: ¿Que cosa?, ¿Quién?
James: Nada, olvídalo..
Sam: Ashhh!, bien pero cuando estés mejor te vuelvo a preguntar.
Llegando al lugar de storyboard todo se tornó negro de repente, se abrió un portal color celeste flúor en frente de James y Sam, nadie se animó a tocarlo, los dos quedaron atónitos con ojos bien abiertos.
El portal brutalmente pareció explotar y los dos se desmayaron y cuando abrieron los ojos estaban tira
Tavros and Gamzee- HS FANFICTavros stared at the grassy grove where Gamzee and KarKat sat,next to eachother,leaning.. Nepeta was beside him,and fallowed his gaze. She smiled and stopped his hands from turning the wheels of his chair. "Your such a WUSS!" She said, laughing. Tavros turned to her and turned brown. "What..Uhh Why?" he said,looking down at his hands now.Tavros and Gamzee- HS FANFIC4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Because you like him. " She laughed, shoving her anime book into her bag. "Nepeeeeta... I dont like Karkat." Tavros laughed, looking the other way, avoiding her eyes at any cost. "Not KK! Gamzee! Its so easy to tell!" She shrieked. "Shut up!" Tavros said,glancing at the place where Gamzee and KK sat. "Yes. I like Gamzee" Tavros admitted. His face had gotten to the point where it was a deep shade of brown. "I knew it! Omigod, I've got to tell-"
"No! Y-you cant tell anyone Nep!"
Gamzee had always felt for Tavros. But now-it was so strong..
"C'mon." Karkat said,pinching Gamzee's side. "No." He said, turning his head