referendum

buggland independence [click to embiggen]

Quite the historic vote!

battlebuggs

battlebuggs [click to embiggen]

There is not one single thing about this that is not awesome. The horned helmet. The ankh-emblazoned shield. The ENORMOUS greatsword. The woad, the tartan, the huge head of red hair.

ALL AWESOME.

rabid fans

any excuse [click to embiggen]

And why not? It’s basically awesome, am I right?

JUST LIKE THE BUGGS.

things that can never be unseen

crack [click to embiggen]

You can forget about the tartan, the woad, and the Merida-hair.

Bugg buttcrack, y’all.

baby queen

baby queen [click to embiggen]

Awww, just look at her adorable, wee, plaid dress! Cutest baby Buggish queen EVAR.

the holy trinity

buggheart [click to embiggen]

Woad. Tartan. Blood-and-guts.

Or is that weaponry, killin’ and kilts?

Whatever. The best things in life are Scottish, according to the Buggs.

triumphant return

return [click to embiggen]

She’s here to kick ass and chew bubblegum … and she’s all out of bubblegum.

the boy king

abdicate [click to embiggen]

No, not that one; the other one.

Also, Mary can’t catch a break, can she?

skirmish

redesbugwire [click to embiggen]

“C’mon”, says Mrs Bugg, whistling innocently. “Gallop your huge war horse at me. I am totally not going to raise this BIG-ASS POINTY STICK at the last moment, impaling your horse and hurling you into my ranks of bad-ass, woad-painted berzerkers, who will hack your ass to bits and probably eat the remains. TOTALLY NOT GOING TO DO THAT.”

tartan awesomeness

robert the brugg  [click to embiggen]

Continuing our theme of UNBELIEVABLE CUTENESS, Mrs Bugg’s great big bushy beard is just side-splitting, as is her giant, bigger-than-she-is greatsword. Mr Bugg with his spiffy crown, ankh sceptre and wee short sword of pointiness are just an extra helping of awesome. Like sprinkles on ice cream.

that’s a hell of a commute

succession [click to embiggen]

Seriously, how long did it take to get from Scotlandbugg to London in the seventeenth century? It probably made L.A. on a rainy Thursday look like a cakewalk.

Also, the Buggs were probably squealing with joy at the conjunction of royalty and Scotbugg, two of their very most favorite things ever.

the sun never shines

buggcoe [click to embiggen]

The poor MacBugnals. What a sad day in history.

Transcript:

This is an icky one. Mr Bugg kneels between two halves of a bugg body, severed through the torso. He is pulling entrails from the corpse — entrails not entirely unlike a string of sausages, which is not entirely unlike the extra on the Brave DVD, by which I strongly suspect they were influenced. Mrs Bugg, meanwhile, is throwing her arms up in horror.

The text reads: “Febuggary 13, 1692: Massacre at Buggcoe … about 78 MacBugnals are robbed of their entrails.”

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