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pantr0art · 1 year ago
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BEAST MODE 2.0
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This is a single redraw what I wanted to do and see the comparison with the old drawing style that I have been working on over the years, the truth is I am happy to have a characteristic style for this feral boy itself, making it more brutal and epic! 👀
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ENJOY!!!
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thesleepypencil · 9 months ago
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I too, was inspired by Julia’s drawings
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nsomiy · 3 months ago
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cutie and the beast outfit,
This still one of my favorite episode in the entire series.
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And it has one of my favorite songs to
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night2time · 7 months ago
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A Beauty and the beast au??in My soup???
heres the rundown(pure brainrot honestly) in both english and spanish(aqui toda la info asdasd)
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galactic-glamour-girl-posts · 3 months ago
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Something Something Animaniacs Headcanons
--Yakko is omnilingual, although he's better at speaking some languages than others (for example his Japanese is better than his Spanish).
--Whatever species the Warners are can breathe both underwater and in space. Any segment where they are shown in scuba gear or space helmets or anything like that is done for show, for S&P, or just because the Warners are goofing around.
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--Clearly Jürgen was not feeding the Warner Clones well, but if he did I think Ditto's favourite food would be strawberries and cream (given that she's already confirmed to like strawberries), Ratto's would be leafy salads, and Saffo's would be sushi.
--Dot's favourite type of flowers are buttercups.
--The Warners consider Scratchansniff, Slappy, and Skippy the closest thing to an extended family they have (their father yes Scratchy being their dad should mean he's part of the nuclear family, but...shut up, aunt, and cousin respectively):
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I was gonna save this for the tags, but nah, you CANNOT convince me they didn't choose to have these three specific characters play the Warners out for what was (for all the staff knew) their final full segment ever for a reason. This is the last shot of the original show (unless you count The Animaniacs Suite, but...come on. That's a clip show.)
The Warners went from only having each other to the size of their family doubling! I won't interpret this shot any other way 😤
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themurphyzone · 3 months ago
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BatB AU: Beyond the Wall Ch 29
AN: I haven’t forgotten this story or Pinky Unleashed! Trying to get back into writing but it’s been hard lately because of work.
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“-it is ze perfect opportunity, your Highness! Announce your return to your subjects, and zey will flock to you in no time! A long lost prince will be ze talk of the century! Zey’ll recognize you as Prince Brain once zey see your jeweled crown!”  
The crown laid on a velvet pillow, its appearance unassuming. Yet Brain knew that if he tried to put it on, he’d only feel his old horns burying deep into his skull. 
Brain wished Dr. Scratchinsniff wouldn’t refer to him as prince or any related monikers when the title had no honor or meaning behind it. Even after two months of freedom, he still couldn’t make a final decision about reclaiming his throne or allowing his brief reign to fade into obscurity. 
“Stop calling me that,” Brain snapped. “I’m only supporting Pinky for this outing, and nothing more. I will not be taking that ridiculous crown with me, and I will not be addressing anyone as a prince!” 
He slammed his fist into the wall, the echo thundering around the room. 
Dr. Scratchinsniff only raised an eyebrow at Brain’s outburst, his eyes obscured by his round, thick glasses. 
“Do you really want to hide in this castle forever?” he asked, calmly waiting for Brain’s answer. 
But he couldn’t think of a good response for that question. 
Brain slowly unclenched his fist, his hand dropping to his side. He looked away, feeling rather self-conscious about striking the wall. He was getting better about not striking objects whenever he felt angered, but he still slipped up every now and then. 
At least Pinky hadn’t seen it. He was currently making plans with his father, and Brain didn’t want to tack on any extra worries for him. Though Pinky tried to be upbeat about seeing his old friends again, he couldn’t completely hide his fear of the village. Brain had seen the hesitance in his eyes. 
“...this discussion is over,” Brain said quietly, backing away from Dr. Scratchinsniff. He didn’t know how to answer, and it wasn’t a matter he wanted to prioritize right now. “I…I’m going to check on our supplies.” 
He fled to the carriage outside, where several stableboys were hitching Pharfignewton to a cart. She whinnied and raised her head in greeting, alerting the stableboys to his presence. 
They all paused in their work and waited for Brain’s orders. 
“I want to make sure we’re prepared for the journey,” he said, doing his best to sound authoritative. His voice and tone sounded completely wrong to his ears though. 
He was nothing more than a royal impostor.  
If anybody noticed that he was only looking through the supplies to distract himself from the pressures of an uncertain future, they didn’t comment on it. 
The heavy crown sat in Brain’s lap against his better judgment. He wasn’t sure why he’d brought it along. It had been an impulsive, split-second decision to dig it out from the West Wing.
“First time out of the castle in years, and you decide to stare at a piece of metal instead of enjoying the wonders of nature,” Yakko said, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.”   
The lanky teen was sitting atop a chest full of food, generously prepared by Flavio so they wouldn’t be famished on the road. The wooden cart’s wheel slammed into a large rock, and Brain tensed, unused to the roughness of traveling by cart. 
To most royalty, it was a crude method of transport more suited for commoners who couldn’t afford the gold-plated wheels and velvet seats of a luxurious carriage.
But nobody wanted to be cooped up inside for the journey to the village, so they opted for a cart with plenty of room to move around instead. And Pinky seemed all too relieved that he wouldn’t be stuck inside a carriage. 
“I wasn’t staring,” Brain mumbled, sheepishly setting his crown aside. “I was pondering.” 
“Like there’s a difference. C’mon, boss. Enjoy the fresh air! The sunshine peeking through the trees! The birdsong! The mosquitos sucking your-” He slapped his arm and grimaced. “Okay, maybe not that last one.” 
But as much as Brain wanted to enjoy the outdoors, he wasn’t able to see his own castle through the trees anymore. It was nerve-wracking to be so far from the stone walls that had been his haven for years. 
Better to remain in the cart, where it was somewhat enclosed and safe. 
His companions didn’t share his misgivings. They all relished their freedom in a way that Brain couldn’t. 
Yakko lounged atop the swaying crates, the possibility of falling not even a concern to him. Wakko rode on Pharfignewton’s back, while Pinky was seated on her head, reaching out to touch the spring buds along the low-hanging branches. 
Walking alongside the cart was Lieutenant Benoit, who had grown into a reliable knight from the uncertain rookie he’d been before the curse. Though Brain had asked Mathias to come along for this excursion, the elderly captain had declined due to his stiff back, recommending Benoit in his place. 
Come to think of it, Benoit had been taking on a lot of Mathias’ duties recently. 
Though Mathias hadn’t officially announced his resignation as captain of the guard, it was increasingly clear that he was planning for Benoit to succeed him. 
Benoit’s head seemed to be on a swivel as he scanned the forest for any potential threats while controlling his horse, Creme Brulee, at the same time. He’d allowed Dot to ride atop her provided the journey was peaceful, on the condition that she’d get off immediately and hide in the cart if a threat presented itself. 
Dot agreed, as long as she was allowed to launch projectiles from the cart to help fight off the enemy. 
But right now, there was no need for the agreed terms. 
No dangerous wild animals leapt out to attack. No thieves tried to follow them. 
Then again, hardly anyone ventured to this section of the forest. Robbers would probably station themselves in more frequently traveled roads. 
The path was overgrown with vegetation and rough with gravel and dirt. The passing years hadn’t been kind to the roads, and Brain slowly realized he’d neglected their maintenance in favor of more grandiose pursuits when he tried to rule these lands before the curse. 
The castle was still isolated from the surrounding region. The journey was too long and arduous for most people, unless they had the resources or were particularly determined to reach his home. 
The isolation served its purpose well during the curse. 
But now that it was over, the outside world had become new and terrifying. Dangers that used to be far away lurked closer than ever before. 
What if the villagers sought revenge for their humiliating defeat? Or brought backup from any surrounding settlements? 
Perhaps everyone could hold their own against a hastily assembled villager mob with breakable equipment, but they would be outclassed against any royal or military force. 
He, Pinky, and everyone in the castle could be implicated for the Crown Prince’s death. Nobody would believe that Snowball, with his keen mind and accolades, fell to his doom because he’d ignored an opportunity to leave the castle alive. 
The recovery team who’d returned Snowball’s body to the village authorities had reported success in their mission, but Brain worried that the fabricated story wouldn’t hold up. 
Someone would be punished for the Crown Prince’s death. The king and queen were likely going to come up with their own explanation. Whoever they blamed would not come out unscathed. 
He could only hope that he and Pinky would be overlooked. 
The feeling of fingers brushing against his ear startled him out of his thoughts. He felt something light tickle his fur, his ear flicking involuntarily at the sensation. 
A small pink blossom fell into his lap. 
“Oopsie, better fix that,” Pinky said, taking the blossom and tucking it against Brain’s ear again. Then he stepped back and admired his handiwork with a smile, clasping his hands in delight. “Narrrrf, I knew this color would match your eyes!” 
Pinky didn’t know how to be stealthy if his life depended on it. 
Had he really been so lost in thought that he didn’t notice Pinky's approach at all? 
“I thought you wanted fresh air,” Brain said, finally setting his crown aside. He looked away when the adoring gaze Pinky gave him didn’t waver, somewhat embarrassed by the attention. 
Yakko’s snickering didn’t help matters. He was clearly eavesdropping, and if Brain had his old strength, he might’ve toppled the crates the teen was perched upon for some much needed revenge. 
He was about to take the blossom off when he noticed Pinky’s tail flick anxiously, giving away his deeper emotions despite the silly grin on his face. 
His hand dropped to his side. He’d just have to leave it on for a little longer, at least until they arrived at Pinky’s village. 
It was a nice gift, but from Pinky’s descriptions of his old village, he had the impression that standing out was highly frowned upon. To avoid trouble, they’d need to blend in. 
He was sure he’d be subjected to more staring and gawking than he ever wanted. He was a stranger and outsider to them, and his closest companion was their local outcast. 
There was also the matter of the Warners. Despite the inherent danger of being recognized and captured, they all wanted to come along. Though it was probably better for them to release all their pent-up energy outside the castle, Brain still had his reservations about this arrangement. But when Pinky gently suggested that they might be able to find answers about their family and Warnerstock somewhere else, Brain was forced to concede his point. 
His library could not provide the knowledge they needed. Pursuing the truth about the Warners’ homeland would require some amount of risk-taking.  
The Warner siblings had all jumped at the chance to learn more. Since they’d threatened to sneak out of the castle if they were denied the opportunity, Brain had no choice but to allow them to tag along. 
At least Pinky’s father agreed to remain behind for his safety. Pinky wholeheartedly entrusted his health to the servants, and it was one less worry on his shoulders. Nobody knew if the villagers would react violently upon seeing them again. 
Perhaps they didn’t have a charismatic leader to fuel the flames this time, but that didn’t make them any less dangerous. 
“You’re getting all broody again,” Pinky said, draping his arm over Brain’s head. He’d developed a rather annoying habit of treating him like an armrest after the curse broke. “Relax a little, Brain! We’ve got all this lovely nature surrounding us! It’s good for the soul!” 
Brain shifted his head, and because Pinky had placed most of his weight against him, he lost his balance completely. With a yelp, Pinky fell right on top of Brain and knocked him to the floor. Brain’s chin collided with the wooden beams, the wind knocked out of his lungs. 
Pinky was lying on top of him, breathy laughter tickling his ear. 
Once Brain could breathe again, he rolled onto his back, his nose bumping into Pinky’s. 
“Hellloooo,” Pinky singsonged, drawing out the word for far longer than necessary. “Fancy meeting a handsome mouse like you in a place like this.” 
Brain’s thoughts came to a complete halt as he stared into the depths of Pinky’s bright blue eyes. He could only babble like an idiot. 
Did he just call me handsome? 
It was really embarrassing, but kind of…nice? Was that the word? He wasn’t sure if he knew what words were anymore. 
“B-be quiet, Pinky,” he stammered, with less authority than he’d hoped to convey. 
Pinky tilted his head inquisitively. “But what if I don’t feel like being quiet, Brain?” 
There was that little spark of defiance that infuriated and impressed Brain since the night they met. Pinky’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and Brain’s confidence surged tenfold upon seeing them. 
In a bold move, he snatched the collar of Pinky’s dress, eliciting a shocked gasp. This time, it was Pinky’s turn to be stunned. 
“Then I’ll just have to silence you myself,” Brain declared. He yanked Pinky towards him, their lips meeting in a kiss that was just as wonderful as their first. 
Pinky’s arms wrapped around him, a blissful haze driving Brain’s worries away. 
It didn’t matter how far from the castle they were, or that they were kissing on the floor of a rickety wooden cart instead of a more ideal location.
It just felt right. 
He heard the distant whinnying of a horse, but the noise faded into the background like everything else. The whinnies were quiet at first, but gradually became louder and more frantic. 
Then Pinky broke off the kiss. He and Brain were shocked back into their unfortunate reality, where they couldn’t just ignore the world around them in favor of each other. 
It was regrettable, and Brain wished the moment lasted longer. 
“Pharfig? Is everything okay?” Pinky called out, his tail lashing anxiously. He quickly stood up, helping Brain to his feet before rushing across a wooden beam that connected Pharfignewton’s harness to the cart. 
The entire cart rocked violently as Pharfignewton reared up on her hind legs in panic, and her terrified neighs caused Creme Brulee to buck and thrash too. Wakko and Dot shrieked and held onto their saddles for dear life, but while Wakko was able to crouch down on Pharfignewton, Dot wasn’t so fortunate. The reins slipped out of her grasp as she fell out of the saddle. 
Fortunately, Benoit was close enough to catch her so she wouldn’t be in the path of Creme’s thrashing hooves.
“Dot!” Yakko shouted, springing off the towering crates and onto the hard gravel path. He landed on one knee and winced in pain, but he shook it off as he sprinted to his sister. Benoit handed a wide-eyed Dot over to Yakko, who hugged her tightly the moment she was in his arms. “You okay?” 
Dot mumbled something in protest as she half-heartedly tried to wiggle out of his grip. Apart from the brief scare, she wasn’t injured. She voiced her displeasure as Yakko carried her back to the cart and set her down inside. 
“I want to know what’s going on!” Dot protested, stomping her foot. “I can handle myself, Yakko!” 
Yakko adjusted the flower on her head, giving her an unusually soft smile that was quite different from his carefree smirk. 
“I know you can, Dot,” he said, placing his hands on her shoulders. “Which is why I’m jumping in first. So if I get into trouble, and that’s a very big if by the way, you and Wakko can rescue me for a change.”  
Dot’s eyes lit up. “And when we successfully rescue you, you’ll give us your share of dessert!” 
At the mention of dessert, Wakko pumped his fist into the air triumphantly. But he forgot he was holding one of Pharfignewton’s reins, which caused her to thrash even more. Wakko clung to the saddle’s horn as his lower body slid off her back, legs dangling in the air. 
Yakko tried to move to his brother, but Pharfignewton’s hooves were flying in every direction. He couldn’t get close without risking injury to himself. 
“Easy, Pharfig…easy now,” Pinky spoke in a hushed tone. He slowly climbed up Pharfignewton’s neck until he reached the top of her head. 
Though Brain worried about the risks Pinky was taking, Pinky’s equine experience made him the best candidate to calm the spooked horses. Brain heard reports that even the newer horses had taken a shine to Pinky. 
Pinky gently stroked one of Pharfignewton’s ears, humming softly to himself. Pharfignewton gradually stopped thrashing, though her hooves remained restless. 
“It’s okay. You’re okay, Fig. Think about nice things, okay?” Pinky murmured. “Blue skies, bales of hay, big grassy meadows, sugarcubes…” 
While Pinky listed everything Pharfignewton liked, Wakko was able to lower himself to the ground safely. He ran over to Yakko and enveloped his waist in an enormous hug. 
“Keep dreaming about that dessert, sibs,” Yakko said, picking Wakko up and setting him into the cart beside Dot. “I don’t love you two nearly enough to give up Flavio’s chocolate cream puffs.” 
“Not faboo,” Wakko muttered. 
Dot shrugged. “It was worth a shot.” 
Brain climbed to the top of the crates where Yakko had been sitting before. They’d arrived at a crossroads with two roads leading in opposite directions. The roads were smoother with old carriage tracks imprinted upon the soil, and the forest wasn’t as dense and overgrown. It appeared these pathways saw more frequent use.
But from his vantage point, he saw no signs of highwaymen or dangerous wild animals, though he worried someone was lurking nearby. They could be trying to provoke the horses on purpose as a distraction, leaving the group vulnerable enough for an attack. 
He didn’t have the strength of a beast anymore, but he refused to sit back without putting up a fight. 
Nobody would ever harm the inhabitants of his castle again. 
Unfortunately, Pinky was completely disregarding his own safety, and Brain found that trait particularly irksome. 
“Come back to the cart, Pinky!” Brain shouted. 
“-and yummy apples, the wind in your mane, sparkly pink ribbons…” Pinky said, his voice deceptively calm so he wouldn’t scare Pharfignewton. But his ears were folded back from fear. 
He didn’t react to Brain’s warning. 
Pharfignewton stopped kicking, but her hooves still clopped against the ground like she was ready to bolt at any moment. 
Above the chaos, Brain heard the voices of boisterous men. 
“Someone’s coming,” Benoit said, quickly calming Creme before dropping into an anticipatory stance. His hand flew to the hilt of his scabbard hidden under his traveling cloak. 
“For the last time, that part of the forest is cursed! Ain’t no way I’m venturing in there again!” 
“You want your wife to cook some real meat or what? We might be able to bag ourselves an enormous stag if we travel off the beaten path! It’s more filling than those scrawny rabbits you’re always coming back with!” 
“Even if we do manage to find a stag, those greedy pigs are just gonna steal all the best parts for themselves! We’ll be lucky if we’re left with bones!”  
“-and I’m tellin’ ya, we’re livin’ in the end times! We failed to contain the horse of conquest! The horses of famine and war are already living among us! And the pale horse of death …is right over there!” 
A trio of disheveled men emerged from the trees. The oldest swayed from side to side as he walked, the barrel of his musket waving recklessly in the air. Brain tried to push away the rising anxiety he felt at the sight of the weapon. That man was clearly inebriated and had no business wielding one. 
The second man was significantly larger than his traveling companions, with faded red blotches staining his frayed shirt. There was a sharp butcher’s knife strapped to his waist, and Brain’s side ached at the reminder of the fatal wound that anyone else would’ve remained dead from. 
The last man only carried a long coil of rope over his shoulder. His eyes flicked nervously at the forest around him, paranoid that something was going to ambush them. 
His paranoia wasn’t entirely unfounded. 
Brain spotted the black tips of Yakko’s ears poking out from behind the undergrowth that lined the road. He slowly crept towards the men, circling around until he was positioned behind them. Wakko and Dot were huddled together in an empty crate in an attempt to be invisible, though their bodies were tense and ready to spring into action if needed. 
He couldn’t call out to Yakko without giving away his position. He was definitely scolding him later for his recklessness though. 
“May I ask you gentlemen to restrain your friend?” Benoit asked as Creme shuffled back several paces. “He’s scaring my horse.” 
The other men finally paused their argument, taking notice of the group for the first time. Their scrutinizing eyes raked over Benoit, Brain, the horses, before finally landing on Pinky. Their brows furrowed at the sight of him. 
“H-hello, Jacque. Gerald. Dick,” Pinky stammered, shrinking away from their gaze. “It’s, um… been a while. Is everyone in the village doing alright?” 
The fresh spring air turned cold. Even the forest fell silent. 
Gerald’s fist clenched at his side. “Alright? Our village is under occupation because your idiocy got Prince Snowball killed, and you have the nerve to ask us if we’re alright? You don’t have the decency to stay and face the consequences either!”
Pinky’s ears flattened in horror. “Under occupation? I…I don’t understand-” 
“Why am I not surprised?” Dick scoffed, gesturing to his torn clothing. “You ran away, right when the royal family blames us for the Crown Prince’s death and sends their army to steal everything! Our money, our food, our livelihoods! There’s a group of soldiers who’ve taken up lodging in my tavern and they refuse to pay a single livre for board!” 
Brain recalled the warning in Slappy’s letter. 
Be careful when you head into town. Trouble’s brewing.
She must’ve been referring to the occupation of Pinky’s village. 
Word of Snowball’s death had traveled swiftly to the king and queen…his parents. They ordered this occupation as a punishment, and the end goal was to slowly break the villagers’ spirits until there was nothing left but abandoned buildings. 
He should’ve known there would be retaliation. The mysterious death of the Crown Prince could not be ignored. 
“Don’t matter what we bring back on this hunting trip,” Jacque slurred. “Rabbit, deer, songbird…the soldiers will take ‘em and leave us with nothin’ but cheap rum and pig slop. And you’re just livin’ life like nothing ever happened. Shoulda stayed in the asylum where you belong.” 
Pinky didn’t defend himself. He only turned to Brain with a helpless, pleading look in his blue eyes. 
Primal, furious instincts flared within him that he hadn’t felt since the enchantment. 
“That’s enough!” Brain roared as he stormed up to the men. He climbed onto Pharfignewton’s head and pushed Pinky behind him. Pinky clung to him, his body trembling. Feeling Pinky’s fear only enraged Brain further. How dare they frighten a kindred spirit like Pinky! “Don’t ever speak to Pinky that way! In fact, don’t speak to him at all for the rest of your miserable lives!” 
“Humph. And just who do you think you are?” Gerald scoffed. “You clearly know nothing about this traitor you’re defending.” 
A prince whose crown costs more than all the money you’ve made in your pathetic career, Brain wanted to say, though he barely restrained himself from revealing his identity. 
“I am…a traveling merchant,” Brain replied through gritted teeth, forcing himself to stick to the fabricated story that Dr. Scratchinsniff helped him prepare before they left the castle. He swept out his hand to indicate the crates behind him that supposedly hid his wares. “Pinky is my valued partner in trade. And I won’t tolerate your slander towards him.” 
Dick didn’t hold back his mocking laugh. 
“Valued partner?” he scoffed. 
“Doncha even know who you’re workin’ with?” Jacque wheezed, which quickly turned into a raspy cough. 
“Of course I do. And who I choose to work with is none of your concern. Benoit!” Brain clapped his hands sharply. Benoit stepped in front of Pharfignewton, unsheathing the hilt of his sword from its scabbard. Startled, the trio of bullies backed up once they saw a real weapon. “This man is our bodyguard. He protects us and our wares when we’re on the road. He’s also been trained by the Swiss guard, the finest protectors in all of Europe. If you want him to remain right where he is, I suggest you get out of my sight.” 
Dick and Gerald stepped back, pulling a protesting Jacque along with them. 
“-lemme go!” Jacque protested, kicking his legs as his stronger companions dragged him along the road. “I was a dueling champion in my prime! I’ll take ‘im on myself!” 
“I’d love nothing more than to put you vagrants in your place,” Gerald said, throwing a scathing look to Pinky and Pharfignewton, and they both withered under his accusing gaze. “But you all appear more well-fed than us, undeserving as some among your company are. We’re stuck trying to preserve our weapons for the hunt. It wouldn’t be fair at all.” 
“Fair? You’re one to talk about fairness, you jer-umph!” 
Dot quickly slapped her hand over Wakko’s mouth before he could leap out of the crate and attack the villagers himself. His head popped up, but she pulled him back down before someone noticed him. A series of thumps came from within the crate as the siblings fought each other. 
Though Brain worried that their inability to control themselves would result in more trouble, the villagers only cast nasty, judgmental glares over their shoulders as they disappeared into the forest. 
But Brain couldn’t relax yet. Not until they were completely gone. They’d blamed Pinky for their misfortune and threatened him over and over again. He wouldn’t put it past them if they planned an ambush. Nor did he want them to discover the Warners. The outside world had no idea they were still alive, and it needed to stay that way until the looming threat of King Salazar was over. 
Long, slender fingers massaged his scalp. Though Brain ignored the sensation and tried to focus on looking out for any surprise attacks, he gradually found himself sinking into Pinky’s gentle touch. 
“Poit…I think they’re gone now, Brain,” Pinky said. “You don’t have to be all bristly and growly anymore.” 
“You can’t be sure of that, Pinky. They seem-wait, I was growling?” Brain asked, his hand flying to his throat in embarrassment. 
If he wanted to re-enter society someday, he needed to cease his old beastly habits. Sometimes it was easier said than done, considering that he hadn’t been a mouse in five years. 
Then Pinky clasped Brain’s hand within his own. 
“You were,” Pinky confirmed. Brain looked away, pushing back the awful thought that all his progress had been reset. Deep down, he knew it was just a small setback, nor would Pinky think of him any differently, but it was frustrating regardless. 
To his surprise, Pinky kissed him on the cheek. Then he smiled, a light blush coloring his face. 
“I don’t mind though,” he said, brushing tears away from one eye. Brain’s free hand came to rest against Pinky’s side. He never could figure out what to say to Pinky when he started crying. “Those guys we met…th-they said a lot of horrible things to me and my family, did a lot of horrible stuff to us too…but when I heard you, I knew I’d be okay in the end. So…thank you, Brain.” 
“I-I…um…sure,” Brain stammered before clearing his throat. Pinky’s adoring gaze had caught him off-guard once again. “You’re welcome.” 
The nearby shrubs rustled. 
Brain instinctively threw his arm in front of Pinky. If those men thought they could strike so soon, he was going to make them regret it. 
“You lovebirds can calm down. They’re not gonna harass us anymore,” a familiar voice said. 
Yakko emerged from the undergrowth, brushing away sticks and leaves from his fur. Upon seeing everyone’s shocked faces, he rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand. 
“Did I miss a spot?” he asked blithely. “Hard to tell without a mirror.” 
Brain forced himself to relax, though he wasn’t pleased with the false scare.
Wakko and Dot burst out of the crate the moment they heard their older brother’s voice, barely giving him a chance to climb into the cart before leaping on top of him. Yakko only laughed when their combined weight knocked him down. 
“Next time, we’re not gonna wait on you!” Dot complained as she forcefully squeezed Yakko’s abdomen. “Wakko almost got us discovered!” 
Wakko scowled at her, to which Dot stuck out her tongue in response. 
“You have no idea what I saw in the village that night! Pinky offered all the food he had to those jerks, then they threw it on the ground and called him names! They tied up Pharfig and tried to kill us and everyone we care about!” Wakko protested. “Sure, we beat them up when they attacked the castle, but it seems like they haven’t learned their lesson at all!” 
He stomped his foot in frustration. 
Pinky remained silent, only rubbing his arm in discomfort. There was a deep-seated pain in his sky-blue eyes despite his earlier reassurance that he was alright. Even with multiple heart-to-heart conversations, Pinky was still wounded by the village’s cruelty.
He never fully admitted all the details of that night, though it was likely for the best. Brain knew he wouldn’t be able to refrain from any revenge fantasies if he discovered the true extent of the torture they put Pinky through. 
Then Yakko winked at his siblings. 
“Don’t worry. I have a feeling that could change right…about…now.” He flicked his finger over to the forest. 
There was a chorus of distant screams, followed by a flock of alarmed songbirds fleeing into the sky. 
“Is that something we should be concerned about?” Brain asked.
The forest was a dangerous place, and they were too far from the castle to send for backup. He still wasn’t comfortable being out in the open like this. 
“Let’s just say I put together a little surprise for our special friends,” Yakko said cheerfully. “You know, something to thank them for being such wonderful neighbors to our dear Pinky.” 
Pinky smiled bashfully. “Aww, don’t make me blush, Yakko!” 
He was too focused on the compliment to recognize the scathing sarcasm in Yakko’s tone. 
“You could’ve been noticed,” Brain said. But he couldn’t be entirely mad at Yakko when his ploy went off without a hitch. “And next time you pull a trick like that, kindly invite the rest of us along to serve as witnesses.” 
Dot pounded her fist into her open palm. “And let me get a proper shot at them too! I have to make good use of my fists!” 
“And I’ll bring the mallets!” Wakko added.
As the Warners continued to discuss all the tools and implements they could use to scare anyone who threatened the castle in the future, Benoit cleared his throat. 
“Creme and I will follow behind the cart for everyone’s safety, Prince Brain,” Benoit said as he concealed his scabbard beneath his cloak. “I’d rather not take any chances with those brutes lurking around.” 
Brain found it awkward to be addressed with his title when he still wasn’t sure about reclaiming it. But he tried to lift his head high, pushing down his discomfort to address the future captain of the guard. 
“A wise idea, lieutenant,” Brain said. 
Once Benoit took up his position in the back, Pinky flicked Pharfignewton’s reins. She bolted like the wind, forgetting that the cart was still attached to her. Brain almost fell off Pharfignewton’s head from the force of her sudden movements, but Pinky quickly caught him and slowed Pharfignewton with assurances that the men wouldn’t be back any time soon. 
But Pinky still appeared uneasy, even though they were traveling at a faster pace now that the road was smoother and the trees weren’t so dense. Pharfignewton passed by a pond full of clear, blue water and lilypads that laid just a short distance from the road. 
The Warners eyed the pond eagerly, its call too alluring for three excitable kids to resist. Pinky glanced at the pond, but his face fell in disappointment. 
“It’s strange. We should’ve run into other people by now,” Pinky said, wringing his tail anxiously. “There’s lots of guys who like to travel to other villages when the weather’s good. And kids are always swimming in that pond when it’s thawed out.”
Brain was prepared to call out warnings to hide if someone came along, but there was no need for it. They seemed to be the only ones on the road. 
“If your village is truly under occupation, then the army is likely controlling whoever enters and leaves the area,” Brain said. “They don’t want somebody to run to another village for help, nor can anyone leave for leisure activities. Those imbeciles mentioned they would have to give up their catches to the soldiers, so their hunting trip must’ve been allowed under certain conditions.”
Dot made an indignant noise. “So those jerks are just allowed to hunt by themselves? I wouldn’t give them anything to do without twenty guards surrounding them at all times!” 
“They’re likely facing consequences if they don’t comply,” Brain said. “Basic necessities withheld, revoked privileges, perhaps prison time if someone’s feeling particularly vindictive. They might go after loved ones too, just to make their point clear.” 
He didn’t meet Pinky’s eyes. All the pain they’d inflicted on Pinky was now being dealt tenfold to them. 
Serves those fools right, Brain thought, but he didn’t voice it out loud. He saw the horror in Pinky’s eyes, and he realized that even if their former aggressors deserved it, Pinky would never want anyone to experience the terror he was forced to live through. 
“But Gerald’s got seven kids! And Dick has a pregnant wife…I think. Or was that his mistress? And Jacque…well, his son skipped town one day and never came back, but he’s probably got someone who cares about him!” Pinky protested. “They can’t do this to the villagers! It’s not right!” 
But the king’s orders were law, so the occupation was perfectly legal. 
Brain didn’t expect Pinky to have a thorough understanding of French laws and customs. He never had the extensive education that the upper class received to ensure they would uphold tradition and the power of the monarchy. 
But as rigorous as his childhood curriculum had been, Brain was starting to believe his education was sorely lacking in some areas. 
He’d spent his entire life behind stone walls, never truly experiencing the world he was destined to rule. His books all claimed France was a glorious and prosperous empire, but through his conversations with Pinky, he’d learned that reality was different from what the authors wanted him to believe. 
France was not as prosperous as he once believed, if Pinky never had a permanent home before the castle and spent his teenage years giving up what little food he could afford to his father and Pharfignewton. 
While Brain had his own set of problems, poverty and hunger had never been personal concerns for him. 
He had the feeling Pinky wasn’t alone in experiencing these issues. Everybody in the kingdom was affected whether they knew it or not, and nobody in the royal family was lifting a finger to resolve the problem. 
Or they aren’t ignorant of the kingdom’s problems at all. We already know they’ve censored information about Warnerstock. 
Learning of the village’s occupation had only cemented Brain’s suspicions that he’d been hesitant to believe for all this time. 
The royal family was actively oppressing all of France. 
He’d spent his entire life believing that everything they did was for the benefit of the kingdom, but that wasn’t true in the slightest.
They only ruled to benefit themselves. Every law was designed for their own comfort and security, and harsh punishments awaited anyone who dared to break or challenge them. 
France allied with King Salazar during the invasion of Warnerstock, and the Warner siblings were forced to flee their homeland. Pinky stood up to the Crown Prince when nobody else would, and his family and friends were threatened and nearly murdered in a raging battle.  
If I hadn’t experienced everything I’ve been through, perhaps I could’ve ended up like my…no, like the royal family. 
He owed so much to Pinky for leading him into the world beyond his castle. It was a debt that Brain would never be able to repay, not that Pinky would ever ask for any favors in return. 
Brain patted Pinky’s back. Pinky shuddered at his touch, then took a deep breath and settled down from his righteous anger. He gave Brain a tiny smile, though it was still marred by anxiety. 
“This road leads to the village center. It’s market day, so there’s gonna be a lot of people around,” Pinky quietly said as he tugged on Pharfignewton’s strap. She turned to the right, slipping onto a narrower, unpaved side path that snaked through the trees. “I don’t think any of us want to be seen though. The trees open into a meadow not too far from here. Nobody visits the meadow anyway. We can cross it until we get to my cottage.” 
“You were always looking at my scenic paintings when you first came to the castle,” Brain said. “Is this the same meadow you wanted to bring me to?” 
Pinky’s ears perked up, his blithe spirit coming back in full force. “Oh, Brain! You remembered!” 
Brain wasn’t prepared for the crushing hug he received in return. It drove all the oxygen from his lungs, and he heard the traitors that called themselves the Warner siblings laugh at his plight in the background. 
If his newfound family killed him for the second time, he swore to haunt them all from beyond the grave. 
After an eternity, Pinky finally released him. “I can’t wait to show you my favorite hill! It has a lovely view of the sunset!” he declared. 
Brain gasped for air, only responding with a nod. 
“Then we can watch the clouds, blow on dandelion puffs, tiptoe through the tulips…wait, no those were daisies. The village could never afford real Dutch tulips. And we’ll have a big picnic with Slappy and Skippy before they leave! It’ll be-hey, do you hear something?” 
A loud, cheerful voice echoed through the forest, accompanied by the chaotic strumming of a guitar. 
“Hello my baby, hello my honey! 
Hello, my ragtime gal!” 
Brain didn’t recognize the tune, but he figured it wasn’t meant to be sung with a very pronounced lisp. 
Dot wrinkled her nose, sharing Brain’s distaste for the cacophony. “Ugh, can’t that guy serenade his girlfriend without those stupid pet names?” 
“Dunno, I kinda like it.” Yakko waved his hand like he was conducting an orchestra, much to Dot’s visible dismay. “Sounds catchy.” 
“Boys…” Dot muttered. “Go fig.” 
Wakko stood on his tiptoes, one hand lifted to his ears as he listened to the song.  
“Oh, it’s a kiss I require! 
Baby, my heart’s on fire!” 
To everyone’s surprise, it was Pinky who belted out the lyrics. He hummed for several more seconds before he realized everyone was staring at him, to which he only shrugged his shoulders. 
“Don’t you guys know Hello, My Baby? It was a real hit in tavern shows a few years back. Everybody and their mothers were singing it.” 
Pinky seemed utterly baffled that he was the only one in the group who’d heard the song before. 
“We were out of the loop, Pinky,” Brain reminded him. “We missed plenty of ‘art’, and I use that word with a loose definition, because of our isolation.” 
“Tell me about it!” Yakko complained. “I’ve been reading and rereading and retreading all the Hercule Poirot books we have! The eighth book ended on a cliffhanger where Poirot gets knocked unconscious by the villain and ends up chained in the Tower of London! Do you have any idea how agonizing it is to read that and wonder what happens next? I’ve been making up scenarios and conspiracy theories in my head for THREE! WHOLE! YEARS!”  
He yanked on his ears in a rather overdramatic fashion. 
Pinky tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Well, there’s a small bookshop in the village. The owner always gives me spare parchment to take to Papa. He can be a little paranoid, but he’s nice enough. He can help you find what you’re looking for.” 
Though it seemed unlikely, a small bookshop could contain books that the royal library might not have. Impressive and expensive as royal collections were, the strict censorship laws would keep them from stocking certain books. On the other hand, a bookshop in the middle of the countryside would be free to hoard all the pages they pleased, including forbidden topics.  
“Maybe he’ll have something on Warnerstock! We’ll finally have a lead!” Dot exclaimed. But her joy was short-lived when the singing voice hit a series of ear splitting notes that would surely make Beethoven and Mozart spin in their graves if they were ever to hear this insult to music everywhere. 
“Will somebody stop that racket already?” she bellowed, covering her ears with a pair of pink, fluffy earmuffs. 
But Wakko’s tail wagged, and he had no intention of stopping the horribly off-key song. “I know that voice!” he exclaimed. He jumped out of the cart and rushed ahead to a stone bridge that stood above a flowing creek, hauling himself over the edge so that he was balancing on his toes. 
The singing was coming from under the bridge. 
“Wakko, if you don’t get back here right now, I’m gonna sit on you for the rest of this trip!” Yakko shouted. 
Wakko didn’t pay attention to him. 
A million excuses ran through Brain’s mind in case the singer turned out to be a soldier or another hostile villager. They couldn’t afford to be discovered so soon. He needed to come up with a good explanation for their presence. 
The water rippled, and a black duck emerged from the shadows. He held a cattail reed under his beak as he sang, completely oblivious to his surroundings.  
“If you refuse me, honey, you’ll lose me! 
And you’ll be left alone! Oh, baby! 
Send a letter and tell me I’m your-AHHHHH!” 
Before anybody could stop him, Wakko leapt off the bridge and crashed into the helpless duck below. The duck let out a strangled cry as the impact forced them both underwater for several seconds. A string of bubbles rose to the surface. 
After a few seconds, they came back up. The duck flailed and screamed as he resurfaced, trying to shove Wakko away from him.  
“HEEEELLLP! POLICE! DICK TRACY! THE COAST GUARD! I’LL EVEN TAKE CARROTBRAINS IF IT MEANS GETTING OUT ALIVE!” he yelled, black feathers standing on end. 
“It’s great to see you again, Daffy!” Wakko exclaimed. He was unbothered by all the shouting. 
“For the last time, kid! My name is Daffy Duck! D-A-DOUBLE F-Y SPACE IN THE MIDDLE D-U-C-K!” Daffy screeched, the force of his voice blowing Wakko’s ears back, who only laughed in response. Then Daffy dislodged Wakko and dangled him in the air, holding him as far away from his body as he could. A surprised smile crept onto his beak. “Hold the mustard…you called me Daffy. You actually remembered my name.” 
Wakko nodded. “Of course I do. You helped save my family! I’ll always remember that!” 
Now Brain recognized Daffy from the post-curse celebration. They only met briefly when Brain had offered compensation to the allies Wakko recruited for the battle, and that meeting was enough for him to know that he needed to keep any valuables away from this avian at all times.
Though Brain expected Daffy to be exuberant and attract the wrong sort of attention with his constant shouting, the duck quietly set Wakko down on the creekbank.
“Pardon me, kid. Just got a little pebble in my eye,” he said, dabbing his beak with a long reedstalk. “I always knew you were my favorite of William’s brood. Shame he never got to see you smash ol’ Beezleboob in the kneecaps. He would’ve gotten a kick out of it.”
“William? As in…King William?” Pinky asked, his voice low so the Warners didn’t overhear. 
Daffy spoke about the deceased king with some odd familiarity, like they were personally acquainted at some point. 
Brain had presumed anyone who’d known King William and Queen Angelina were either six feet under or lived far away. Their pursuit for knowledge only included books and other written documents, however few there were. If there was anyone in France who personally knew the former rulers, they’d be hiding their secret for fear of punishment. 
Even if the source was…daft, for lack of a better word, they couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. 
“Wait. You knew Dad?” Wakko asked. 
“Knew him! Ha!” Daffy laughed, slapping the water like it was the funniest joke he’d heard in his life. “I lived like a king myself because of that guy! He was always inviting me and my entourage to the palace as honored guests! Exquisite food, more jewelry than a dragon’s hoard, a crystal clear pond to swim in! I personally arranged entertainment for William and Angelina at every major banquet! Those were the days!” 
Yakko and Dot climbed out of the cart and joined Wakko on the creekbank, their usual energy subdued. Dot was so close to Yakko that she appeared glued to his leg. 
Daffy’s wistful grin dropped, his gaze raking over the siblings, horses, and mice. 
“Wow. Big group you’ve got there, kid,” he tugged on the white line at the base of his neck. He probably regretted opening his beak.    
Yakko’s face was unusually serious. The teen seemed older than his fourteen years, and though he bore his responsibilities with a smile and witty jokes, raising two children when he was hardly any older than them was draining on him. 
“Please…tell us everything you know. About Mom, Dad, and the country of Warnerstock.”
End AN: Finally I can advance the plot of this story! It's so exciting to be able to finally put all my ideas in writing.
Brain is finally getting some real world experience. He'll need it in case he ever decides to reclaim the throne.
Pinky's trauma isn't really over. Good thing's he got an entire defense squad there for him.
And Daffy returns with a huge splash! Totally for plot reasons and not just cause he was the most amusing side character to me and I wanted to bring him back as soon as possible. As for what he was doing in the woods by himself, he was catching fish for his dinner because he didn't want Bugs' carrot soup.
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lovely0painter · 1 year ago
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Day 4
Wanted to try and draw a scene from enchanted beast on ch 6. Go check it out
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nights-flying-fox · 2 years ago
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Yakko, Wakko and Dot have some fun with snowball fight. Soon it turns out one of them is weak against the cold.
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thekinningroom · 1 year ago
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Doing a quick tag dump for my kins just 'cause
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pantr0art · 1 year ago
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"I am going to have my day full of peace and tranquility as soon as possible, but I only know that this thing will not let me be free and it will take over my body if I do not control it well".
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I keep experimenting with this style of shading, it will be easy and different but it entertains me to make lines and combine with two colors.✨
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ENJOY!!!
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starlingdrawz · 1 month ago
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DuckTales/Animaniacs TOH Au!
Lol these are their season 2 designs mb
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Main trio!
Yakko as Eda
Dot as King
And Dewey as Luz!
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Then we have
Gosalyn as Amity
Wakko as Willow
And Webby as Gus
I was thinking of keeping Dewey and Gosalyn's relationship purely platonic since I don't really ship them tbh. Gosalyn's role is still a bit wonky, still figuring out the details on it. Made her design a mix of her og and reboot.
Wakko originally started in the abomination coven but transferred to the bard coven. Instead of the seed that Luz had in the episode, Dewey had a mouth harp on hand. He didn't know what it was, but Wakko did. Later on, Wakko also joins the illusion coven.
Webby gets her nickname from Dewey. She had been called Webbigail up until that point. She's in the beast keeping coven and later joins the abomination coven
And we have Louie as The Golden Guard, aka Hunter
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Anyone wanna guess who's Belos and Caleb? ;3
Commissions
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sonicasura · 7 months ago
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What if in Bendy x TFP, MECH (Gent) abducted the kids and turned them into ink creatures? Maybe Lost Ones, or even perfect cartoon characters?
Raf would be a perfect Bendy, Jack a Boris, and Miko could be Alice, but she makes me think more of Miss Twisted.
How to piss off Bendy and have Ratchet devolve into a mess trying to fix this.
IF this does happen, then the members of GENT that were integrated into MECH had done this behind Silas back. The kids were taken from their homes while Bendy was being looked over by Ratchet that night. He immediately sensed the ink stirring alongside three way too familiar souls straining to not get added to the collection.
Bendy forcefully merged with Ratchet into Beast Bendy and went straight to the base in question much to the other bots' concern. The transformation for the kids been interrupted but the damage was still done. Jack had Boris traits such as the ears, large blots of skin in a halfway transition to ink wolf hide, and a partial Warner siblings(Yakko/Wakko/Dot) muzzle.
Raf had a mix between his clothes alongside Bendy's, large horns, the popular smile, then finally his right arm mimicking the character's completely. Miko escaped with the least change since she fought the process the most. Half formed halo, horns, her shirt being mixed with Alice's, least amount of ink skin covering her lower arms, ponytail, and legs. You can say that MECH alongside almost everyone inside didn't last long.
The bots were horrified when Beast Bendy reappears with the changed kids and information on what had occur. Luckily not all of the Jasper Trio's original bodies were consumed by the ink. That meant changing them back to human is possible but the process would be extremely difficult.
At best, their case becomes similar to Wilson. They remain in human form but will revert if either kid comes into contact with enough ink. Bendy's connection to the ink is their only saving grace from not melting to inky puddles completely or devolve into Lost Ones/Searchers.
No one was having a good time at all.
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cherryblossom1cedtea · 2 months ago
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Dot: I like to think of myself as a semi responsible adult here.
Scratchy: Wakko is 70% of your impulse control and you know this Dot.
Wakko: I feel like Dot is the more responsible one of us two though.
Dot: We are both 70% of each others' impulse control.
Wakko: Just two lil beasts in pinwheel hats spinning on the merry-go-round at dangerous velocities, holding each other’s hands so the other doesn’t fall off.
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twisting-echo · 11 months ago
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My Top 25 Crossover Couples (Pt 1)
Honey Lemon x Puss in Boots (HoneyBoots).
Belle x Sulley (Belley/Sullelle)
Randall Boggs x Merida DunBroch (Meridall/DunBoggs/Chase the winds of change)
Mavis Dracula x Scamper (Scavis)
Wasabi x Luisa Madrigal (Luisabi)
Diego x Kate (Katego/Golden Alphas)
Lilly x Fifi (Lilfi/Lifi)
Diamond Destiny Gardner x Theodore Lindsey "Ted" Templeton Jr (Boss Ninja) (I just called them DD and TJ for short.)
Brooklyn x Odette (Brodette/StoneSwan)
Toy Bonnie "Blue" x Bunzo Bunny (Toy Buns/Toy Bonzo)
Anna x Mr. Peabody (Peanna) (Shout out to my moot Serpanade-Toons)
Mr. Herriman x Your Worst Imagination/PPG's Imaginary Friend (Imaginherri) (I just call her immy for short)
Red Hood x Alice Liddell (Reddell/Hoodell/Hack n' Slash Lovers)
Biskit x Slav (Slavskit)
Emperor Kuzco x Snow White (Snowzco/Kuzwhite)
Wakko Warner x Jeanette Miller (Waknette)
Eris x Spring Sprite (Spris/Chaotic Nature)
Little Cato x Morty Smith (Little Morto)
Yumyulack x Allison Taylor (Allyulack)
Maggie Simpson x Pupa (Pugie)
Tanya Mousekewitz x Professor Ratigan (Ratkewitz)
Damian Wayne x (TMNT 2003) Michelangelo (Damiangelo)
Black Hat x Melinda/Emma Fairfax (I'm still working on it)
Beast/Adam x Elsa (Enchanted Heart/Frozen Rose/Cursed Gifts) (Shout out to my buddy @frie-ice)
Marianne x Barley Lightfoot (Marley/Barleyanne)
Template - Top 23 Crossover Couples
🚫 IF YOU DON'T LIKE ANY OF THESE SHIPS, PLEASE DON'T COMMENT OR REBLOG 🚫
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2ndstar-ontheright · 2 years ago
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My Autistic Headcanons as a Neurodivergent Gremlin :D
Peter Parker- From the MCU and The Amazing Spiderman films
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Ned Leeds from Spider-Man-
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MJ (Michelle Jones) from Spider-Man- 
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Black Widow aka Natasha Romanov from the MCU & Marvel Comics- 
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Yelena Belova- 
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Shaun from Shang-Chi and The Legend of The 10 Rings- 
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Xu Xialing- 
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Katy Chen- 
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Cassandra Cain from the DC Comics- 
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Pamela Isely (Poison Ivy) from DC in general- 
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Prince Zuko from Avatar The Last Airbender- 
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Sokka from Avatar the Last Airbender- 
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Yakko Warner from Animaniacs- 
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Wakko Warner from Animaniacs- 
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Ford Pines from Gravity Falls- 
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Mabel Pines from Gravity Falls- 
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Bob Belcher- 
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Tina Belcher- 
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Gene Belcher- 
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Pearl from Steven Universe- 
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Peridot- 
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Connie- 
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Aziraphale from Good Omens- 
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Remus Lupin from Harry Potter- 
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Hermione Granger- 
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Luna Lovegood- 
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Harry Potter- 
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Newt Scamander from Fantastic Beasts- 
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Din Djarin from The Mandalorian- 
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Rey from Star Wars- 
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Finn from Star Wars- 
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Raven from Teen Titans 2003-
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Starfire- 
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Cyborg-
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Robin- 
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Belle from Beauty and The Beast- 
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Lilo from Lilo and Stitch- 
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Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet- 
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Anna from Frozen and Frozen 2- 
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Rapunzel from Tangled- 
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Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas- 
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Edward Scissorhands- 
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Kim Boggs from Edward Scissorhands- 
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Wednesday Addams from both The Addams Family and Wednesday- 
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Luz Noceda from The Owl House- 
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Beth Harmon from The Queen’s Gambit- 
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Evan Hansen from Dear Evan Hansen (The musical and the book)- 
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Alana Beck from Dear Evan Hansen- 
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Christine Canigula from Be More Chill- 
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Jeremy Heere from Be More Chill- 
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Usnavi De La Vega from In The Heights- 
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Matilda Wormwood- 
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Alice from Alice In Wonderland- 
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Wendy Darling from Peter Pan- 
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Mary Anne Spier from The Babysitter’s Club (the book and Netflix series)- 
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Nick Carraway from The Great Gatsby- 
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Ponyboy Curtis from The Outsiders- 
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Holden Caulfield from The Catcher in the Rye- 
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Captain Raymond Holt from Brooklyn Nine-Nine- 
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Rosa Diaz- 
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Charles Boyle- 
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Amy Santiago-
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Jake Peralta- 
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And finally my most recent one, Jesse Pinkman from Breaking Bad- 
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Soo yeah! That’s pretty much it for now :D Thanks for reading if you made it to the end heh I know it’s a l o t. Oh and I’m aware that some of these characters are problematic and I’m not trying to absolve or woobify them in anyway. Some of them are bad, I just see them as autistic as I see a lot of my own personal traits in them, y’know? 
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alienboy51 · 2 years ago
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the warners and their interests/special interests, as told by me. because i'm right
yakko
so i already have a whole post dedicated to ONE of his special interests, which i declared was academics. but i'm going to focus on his theatre kid-ness and his admiration for shakespeare. in the original series, he's shown acting out two of shakespeare's plays: hamlet, and a midsummer night's dream. he gets offended when the narrator suggests that he doesn't understand what he's saying, and let's be real, he definitely does. it's YAKKO. he sang all the words in the english dictionary for pete's sake. in the reboot, he gets so offended on behalf of shakespeare that he breaks out into a freestyle rap. (and also it goes hard.) i touched on this in my first post, i think yakko would take interest in literature. i think he'd write poems, specifically. think about it. he's so musically inclined, he's so dramatic, it's perfect for him. i think he might write poems that LOOK serious, but really, it's just big words that have silly meanings. i'm not going to try and give an example because i absolutely suck at poetry, but i highly doubt that yakko would.
wakko
well, don knotts, obviously. it is the only interest of the warner kids that actually jumps out at you, as it's like? the only thing mentioned? it is a constant of wakko's character! he's also been shown to make silly gadgets, at least once from my memory, and carries his gaggy bag everywhere. besides the elevator. i think he has an interest in engineering, or construction. inventing in general. inventing silly little gizmos. maybe some of his gags were created by him!! it's so cute to think about :) don knotts specifically is definitely a special interest of his though. also i think a hobby of his would be drumming. i think he would do a "ba-dump-tsssst" one day and think, "hm. that was :p that was fun, i should learn how to play these," and he does just that. i think he plays the drums while elvis sings a little ditty. (he keeps elvis in his hat.)
dot
there are only examples of this in the reboot, but women's rights movements. women's history. i think she also likes the horror genre, and takes interest in teen romance novels. she's definitely a gurokawa girl tell me i'm wrong i dare. i think she enjoys fairytales, too. in fact i think she was shown to do so on multiple occasions, although the only one coming to mind is cutie and the beast. i mean, i think it counts. i also think she takes a particular interest in fashion, i think she knows how to sew, knit, AND crochet. i think she also sings heavy metal whenever she's understimulated. specifically heavy metal, like i think she wouldn't be happy until her eardrums were BLEEDING. i think she also takes an interest in poetry. i think she gets it from her brother. we see this a lot in dot's poetry corner, and i think maybe mathterpiece theater could be an example of this on some level. also her, slappy, and hello nurse perform macbeth. *WAIT THAT'S ANOTHER THING. yakko was the one translating in that skit, not dot, like usual, since dot was performing. which proves that yakko DOES know what he was saying while performing the plays. that look of annoyance was DEFINITELY "how DARE you insinuate that? do you think i'm stupid?" instead of "how DARE you reveal me as being stupid?" i don't know if there WAS a lot of confusion on that, but i saw someone say that yakko's rap battle put it into perspective, showing that he does understand? and like... it was just kind of a "ding" in my brain like. did you not know that? and now i realize maybe i'm just autistic. AHAH! JUST LIKE THE WARNERS! the point of my post teehee. and now i'm done i think. GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY!
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