F Some Propriety

DANGER, DANGER! HIGH VOLTAGE! ...?

2008-01-15T04:50:07Z

OH NO WE DIDN'T. Yes, we did reach a new year. 2008 as I recall. And guess what? Behind this marvellous velvet curtain Chris and I have been working to get this little pony off and running. One visual style change after another, I think we may have this ready for mass consumption.

And just so you know, "F*ck Some Propriety" will not be headlining the top of our brand-spanking-new corner of the internet when we press the launch button... Stay tuned. =)

-Ripley

Update 2.0.X.?

2007-10-25T17:28:49Z

Ripley here with an out-of-the-blue update! Chris and I have been working quietly in the background preparing something new. All I'm going to say is that this portion of the Internet might soon serve solely as a blog dedicated to this project... (Or should I maybe say "continue to serve..."?)

And I promise all new updating icons, too. =)

-Ripley

A Kind of Update

2007-09-04T00:01:05Z

So, Ripley is still away from his computer for most of the time, thus writings are scarce. I do have some sketchthings though. Also, I start college tomorrow! Hopefully it won't interfere with artcrap too much.

Ondee and Lloyd bein' all cuddly. I might re-draw this better and finish it.

Lloyd is very defensive of his brownies. Also, a 'maybe Thadius' subject to Ripley's approval.

Another 'maybe Thadius.'

An old drawing of Jaime. He's an angry bunny.

An older Jaime chibi.

An older drawing of Robin that I still kind of like.

I have a supa fast sketch of a possible comic that I also need Ripley's input on. Perhaps later this month I'll post snippets. HAPPY END OF SUMMER GUYZ.
-Chris

It has been millions of years, I know. Chris and I have been doing some speaking and pondering and we might have something nifty lined up for the future. MIGHT.

I have seen these proposals, and I am a-go. Also, the second Thadius model tickles me in a way I cannot fully describe. See page 45 of your Ripley manual for details. (Also, he looks very wannabebuff and that is excellent.)

I can't remember half of what I just typed, so it's time to stop such activites.

-Ripley

PS: I still love you.

Finally Up

2007-03-16T19:20:18Z

Prologue 2: Robin Kwiatkowski in: The Question

Sexuality: Hetero[ ] Homo[ ] Undisc[ ]

He twiddled a random pencil as he pondered. Robin had been asking himself the same question for a while now. He'd looked at girls all throughout middle school with a sense of wonderment so watered down that even he'd begun to notice. He couldn't imagine being worked up over a girl like every other sex-hungry eighth grade boy with an image to maintain. Robin always considered himself to be a rational person and had thought nothing more of it than his own need to stray from the overtly macho persona the world expected of him, but now he wondered if that was all.

"Heterosexual, homosexual, undisclosed." He read the answers aloud this time. The mouse pointer jumped from the other side of the screen and hovered longingly over the box next to hetero. It stayed there as Robin released the mouse from his clutches and forced some stray hair from his face. Staring pensively at the screen he continued to think until he decided there were other things to be done. "I'll just answer this one later." The mouse shot to the right and a check was placed beside undisclosed.

He sighed pretty deeply. "Kind of a pushy survey anyway."

Robin had only chosen to join this friend-to-friend website because he'd received an e-mail about it from multiple peers who wished to keep in touch after the jump to highschool in the coming month. It seemed he was the only one of his friends who would be attending Riversdale in the upper north side. This was just another reason to analise who he really was. There were no real instances he could recall where he'd been aroused (however slightly) at the thought of another male, but the same could be said about a female.

"Nineth Grade, Riversdale." he typed. The end of the questions had finally come and Robin was faced with two buttons: I'm Done and I'm Not Done. Obviously he clicked I'm Done and scoffed at the idea of including the other option. He couldn't see that actually being a plausible option at all.

A quick glance at the alarm clock on his desk and Robin realised he was running behind. Today was the day he would have a tour of Riversdale with his mother. They were to leave in ten minutes and he was still wearing nothing but his boxers and yesterday's socks. Sometimes he wondered if he'd fit in at this new school. Everyone always spoke so highly of it, as if it were placed on a gold mine and was attended only by 1000 IQs and those destined to play pro sports. The only reason he was even going there was to please his mother who fought so hard to make it possible.

"Robin! It's time to go! Are you ready?" There was a breif pause, but his mother bellowed again. "Be sure to wear your new tie! We want to make a good impression, yes?"

* * *

The hallways were in pristine condition. The floors were freshly polished, every light in the ceiling worked and not one locker had been the victim of a swift kicking. They'd come to a point in the tour where everyone herded to the oversized gymnasium to sit in perminant, padded bleechers and listen to multiple sources of faculty speak generously on behalf of the entire school. Robin looked at the excited expression on his mother's face and then at his feet knowing that he did not feel the same way. Honestly, he was bored to death of the place already.

"As Vice Principal of Riversdale for the past seven wonderful years, I can tell you with great enthusiasm that I have never been a part of a better learning environment, and this year will be..."

Robin glanced about the bleechers to see who would be entering this flavorless building alongside him in September. Ties and suits, ties and suits, ties and suits. They were all alike. All of them obviously from this area of town, and all of them obviously coming from Pricely or Wimblefritt middle schools. Yet he couldn't help but hope that there might be just one soul in this sea of ties that was just as average as himself. His eyes continued to scan all across the gymnasium, in every direction he could think of. He must have covered it all.

Then it hit him. He and his mother were sitting just about as far to the left in the bleechers as possible. There were still a few spots to his own left that he had not bothered to check. By now Robin had completely tuned out the sounds coming from the expensive sound system and was enveloped in a strange hope. He almost feared turning to look, as that was all he had left. His only chance...

To his immediate left sat a boy and his father. No ties. He quickly turned his gaze away from them. His mind started to roam. "Maybe I'm placing too big an emphasis on outward appearance? Or maybe I've found what I just spent the last ten minutes of my life looking for." Robin sat forward as casually as he could and directed his sight back to the boy. He was a bit scruffy and the way he rested his chin on his fist screamed disinterest. He studied this new specimen a little while longer, until he noticed that the boy was watching him. Embarassed and astonished he retracted back into his seat and slyly looked at his mother who was still engrossed in the presentation.

"How long was he watching me watch him?" Heart pounding and lungs bare, curiosity won him over again and Robin took another glance. The boy was already staring in his direction and this time Robin was met with a discretely animated smile that may have been accompanied by a tiny chuckle. He smiled very briefly and sat back, facing forward. No matter how hard he tried to return his attention to the microphone, he couldn't. For the first time in his life, Robin felt a strong fluttering in the pit of his stomach and a warmth in his face that usually only comes with the winter. "Am I blushing? Am I still smiling?"

Suddenly everyone arose from their seats and started to exit the gymnasium. His mother placed one hand on his shoulder and began to ramble on about the school. Robin just nodded periodically as if he was actually paying attention and watched like a deer in headlights as the boy made his way closer. "He must be normal like me if his father won't wait patiently for my mother to move out onto the stairs... Is she still talking to me?"

The gruff father pushed his way past Robin and his mother, followed by his son. He seemed interested in Robin's embarassment and smiled again as he passed. "Name's Jaime. Guess I'll see you in September."

As quickly as the moment came, it went. Jaime was headed to the floor and Mrs. Kwiatkowski was still talking. "Umm, mom! Don't you think we should... be going now?"

* * *

Robin sat down at his computer and viciously removed his tie after logging back into the website he had just joined. The feeling he caught in the gymnasium still lingered heavily and he couldn't help but smile for no reason at all. Grabbing the mouse he found the Edit Profile link in the navigation bar and scrolled down to the third question.

Sexuality: Hetero[ ] Homo[ ] Undisc[ ]

His smile ceased to fade with the click to come. "Homosexual, hey Robin?" He joked willingly with himself for a bit and then commited to his answer. "Finally, I'm done."

Sorry for only being half colored.

Have some non-continuital adorable.

And an attempt at ageing Robin into his thirties.

:3

Nope, not even a filler.

2007-03-07T03:20:43Z

So Chris' Photoshop apparently remains in critical condition. We're praying for you, man.

In the meantime have some vaguely related topics.

All my hearts,
-Ripley

It's'a coming!

2007-02-19T22:32:57Z

The second FSP Prologue is on the way!

Written
Sketched
~~Colored~~

Almost there. Sit tight, my sweets.

-Ripley

OH MY GOD A PROLOUGE

2007-01-18T07:21:27Z

Prologue 1: Lloyd Bernham III (“Dr. DeFeti”) in: The Zebra
Revised 01/27/07

Studying was for children. Lloyd, he was a pro. He need not study for his knowledge surpassed that of the average Fifth grader. He knew how to swing a report with relative ease based on little to no research at all. At least, this is how it was in his mind.

“Okay, thank you Terry. You may take your seat now.” Ms. Bradlick tapped her pencil on her oversized clipboard and proclaimed “B+.” Terry smiled a little and scuttled back to his deck as if on wings, much like the wings of the eagle he chose to write his report about. “Alright Lloyd, you’re up.” She coughed into her wrinkled left hand and continued to motion to the front of the classroom.

He stood and grabbed the single sheet of paper that lay before him. His classmates knew to anticipate this one, as he had a reputation for amusement during public speaking. Half the time the other children did not even understand the words that came off of his pages; mostly political and far ahead of his years, but more often than not, pure BS.

Lloyd’s eyes shot from the chalkboard to the frontline of elementary school troops almost immediately as he twirled ever-so-boyishly a full 180 degrees. He could feel Ms. Bradlick’s eyes preying on him, knowing that she was no fan of his. “Ms. Bradlick, fellow commies... The Zebra.”

“What’s large and striped, but not a candy? A Zebra. It’s quite like a horse, but would never be defeated in such a manner to act like one. A Zebra would never:
-Pull a cart
-Allow some greedy man to ride it
-Or wait in line at a glue factory.

Most zebras can be found in the wilds of Africa, but I’ve stumbled upon some compelling information regarding scientific research to introduce the animal to the Antarctic climate.

In conclusion, I hate horses because they are American.”

As always, his audience roared with laughter and applause, but his toughest critic lowered her head in shame. She scribbled away on her clipboard a few moments and looked up to excuse Lloyd, who had already made his way to his desk. Her sigh was loud and familiar, and the words she spoke were less than necessary. “Lloyd Bernham the Third... I don’t want to fail you, but if I feel I must, I must. Your anti-American stance has no place in such a report, much the same as with all your other reports. You receive an F.”

Lloyd didn’t mind. He was used to it. Truth of the matter was he did very well in all other forms of schoolwork in all of his classes, but felt it necessary to be outspoken and visibly rebellious in front of the other children. This carried well into his current years where he studies law at the University of Applezona.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury...” he stopped to clear his throat with as little noise as possible. “Would you condemn a zebra to the life of a horse? The zebra is beautiful and elegant, while the horse is an abomination to the very lives we live. If prison were a glue factory, we would hope that only the ugly horse was to enter, only to exit a refined version of itself. How would anyone sleep at night knowing that a zebra, a sweet and noble zebra, were to enter the factory? I know I wouldn’t, and I’d hope that you wouldn’t either.”

He paced back and forth before the fellow U-APZ Law students who played the role of mock jury, rubbing his hands periodically and throwing eye contact every which way. “The evidence clearly shows that Mr. Q. is guilty, but think of the zebra. Mr. Q. is a zebra. Thank you.” He retracted and sat again behind his desk next to his fictional defendant who wasn’t too impressed by the defence.

“What the hell was that, Dr.?” Brock, a near-failing near-friend to Lloyd whispered quite angrily, not taking his eyes off the mock Judge. “I thought you said you had this one in the bag!”

Lloyd (who is now best known as Dr. DeFeti) smiled nervously. “I was up pretty late last night and you know me...” He was never one to whisper, but he wouldn’t be heard over the chuckles and rumblings from the rest of the room.

“What is that supposed to mean? You know we’re a team, Lloyd. If you fail, I....” he was cut off.

“Dr.”

Brock sighed and continued. “You fail, I fail. Me casa, su casa.” No, he didn’t understand what he’d just said.

In the end they lost the trial to a bumbling nitwit named Sheryl and her colorful (but firm) stance on abortion and murder. Not long afterward they lost the defendant to a surfboard. Apparently courts prefer relevant representations and arguments. However, this did not deter Dr. DeFeti from continuing his seemingly irrelevant ways, but only taught him to find a better method of presenting them in ways that seemed more admissible. The end results have led to the honor grades he currently upholds and a position as his dormitory's active resident assistant.

But that's another story.

By: Shawn Ripley

And for some reason Hungry!Chibi!Jaime.

TO SEE THIS INSTALLMENT (and all those to come) CLICK THE LINK AT THE TOP!
Sah-weet, here we go with the first actual installment! Well maybe not quite; it is a prologue afterall. I didn't see The Dr as the introductory character before, but his prologue came to me first. I'm sure Chris would have rathered a Robin or Jaime story so that's what I'll get to work on next.

I must say though, Chris... you really captured Ms. Bradlick. What a stunning vision!
-Ripley

PS: ~~If I continue to cut from the frontpage in this way we're going to need smaller icons to use.~~ DONE ~~If Photoshop has mended its relationship with my computer~~ It hasn't. ~~then I'll perhaps get to work on something of that sort.~~ "I'm on your comp, stealing your megabytes!" Perhaps an LJ icon for FSP as well.

Oh first installment of FSP, you are such an installment. Uh, drawing Ms. Bradlick was fun. More to come soon I guess. I DO NOT DO PUBLIC SPEECHES WELL. Love, kisses and pisses.
-Chris

You know who else does poorly at public speaking? Yes, I think you do.

Also as you may have noticed, the prologue has been revised. It's ended a little more roundly now.
Yours in Communism (but not really),
-Ripley

fsomepropriety @ 2006-11-26T04:12:00

2006-11-26T04:12:59Z

Brock used to be a law major (and Lloyds buddybestpal) until he dropped out due to the fact that Surfing, reading comic books, and creating horrible superheroes is a -way- better use of his time.

Ondrea is Lloyds girlfriend who kept him going to class for his first two years of college. She likes shopping, animals, and watching the Discovery Channel with Lloyd because it's so adorable how sad he gets when the gazelle dies.

Um, not exactly FSP related, but whatev. A Dark Days Fade (best fictional band ever) totally exist in FSP. they are totally Ondee's favourite band. You can find out more about ADDF here. ADDF are (c) Shawn Ripley. Not me.

More character busts

2006-11-13T07:07:26Z

Emma.

Ellen

Robert

Robin is a guitarist, nerd, indiedork. (and secretly he's my fave.)

Lalana

Shawn, I think you gave me your flu over the phone. Ass. XD

Poss Posting

2006-11-05T06:26:49Z

Uh, hi. First of the profiley pictures. JOY AND AMAZEMENT BEHIND THE

Robin's Dad is so awesome and you will not convince me otherwise.

Actually his mom's pretty ~~hot~~ awesome too.

Well he's not.

Jaime = <3

And how

2006-10-10T23:44:34Z