#laszlo — interactions

[whchwitch]

In honor of season 5 finale, a soft ladja drawing.

[deliciousnecks]

WWDITS;; 5.02

[vapmie]

This is purely self-indulgence, but yeah, age-regresser Guillermo

My personal hc is that Laszlo gets super emotional because empty nest syndrome and little guillermo fill that hole

Also, nandor primary CG because I say so

[snorzyy]

idc if im late to the party i was finally able to watch the two new wwdits episodes and im losing my mind. not only is it a wonderful day for laszlermo truthers but also the sean x laszlo truthers. dont even get me started on the guidja truthers.

[zipzapzopzoop]

There's a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow

Chapter 29: Robots, Reptiles, and Robinsons (Rewrite!)

(I really wasn't happy with my previous version of this chapter, and there were parts I had forgotten to add before, so I gave it a much needed redo! It actually got so long that there’s going to be a second part!)

Frankie watched from his perch on an upside down bucket as Lewis and Franny lifted the fallen shelf off Carl, clearing away the junk that covered him. Thankfully he only seemed to have a couple tiny scratches and dents, but nothing that couldn’t be fixed.

Lewis wasted no time opening Carl’s chestplate and working on the dead battery inside. Normally Carl would charge on a port, but he didn’t have one on hand. “Keep an eye out while I fix Carl,” Lewis spoke as he dug around in the toolbox. Franny scooped up Frankie and plopped him down on her head. “Roger that, captain!” She gave a salute and spun around. 

She paused a second. “Wait… Carl?” Franny’s question was cut short when a loud thud  shook the entire building. The electricity flickered and bits of dust fell from the ceiling.

The two stood frozen in silence for a few seconds. Franny was the first to speak up.

“...I think a bird just flew into a window.” 

Lewis would’ve turned to give her a bewildered look, had he not been interrupted by the Joyce Williams Elementary sign crashing into a nearby classroom. That was enough to send the children into a panic, running from their room and into the hallways, trying to find their way out of the building. A chestnut haired man in a button down shirt and tie stumbled out after them.

“Lewis?” Mr.Willerstein did a double take when he saw his most hardworking student. What was he doing here, though? Why was there a robot?

Lewis could tell he had questions, but he needed to handle the fleeing students first. 

He glanced towards the kids running off and back to Lewis. Concern written all over, he gestured for the two to stay where they were. “Stay put, Lewis,” he called as he turned to run after the other children. 

Franny clasped her hands over her ears when the fire alarms went off suddenly. More children came running from their rooms and through the halls, sensing the rising panic all around.

“What do we do?” Franny shouted over the chaos. Lewis looked down at Carl and his gaze hardened with determination. 

“We keep moving forward.”

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Windows rattled as a shrill roar pierced the air. 

The ground shook with every thundering footstep the monster took. A couple in their car froze up in fear when a massive reptilian snout leaned in to sniff at them. It huffed, fogging the windshield. He was only curious, but he didn’t always know his own size. 

Even if he was just a baby, he was still the King of the Beasts. 

Tiny took a leap onto the school building, his massive tail slamming into the Joyce Williams Elementary sign and sending it smashing into the side of the building. The entire structure shook a moment - somehow triggering the fire alarms - and another window shattered when his tail rammed into it whilst gaining his balance, but thankfully, it stayed standing.

Adult Franny rushed forward and whistled sharply. “Tiny!”

The beast looked around before spotting her, his mouth breaking into a large smile at seeing one of his people. He jumped up off the building and came crashing down in front of the woman, shaking the ground and the trees, even causing a few people to lose their balance and stumble. Tiny leaned down, closing his eyes and making a happy sound when Franny reached forward and petted his snout. 

Crisis averted…

Without warning, the front doors to the school flew open, screaming children and panicking adults rushing from the building. Tiny stood up sharply and spun around at the commotion, failing to notice the powerline strung above.

The beast let out a pained screech as a shower of sparks came down, stumbling backwards (nearly stepping on Franny) and knocking over a few vehicles with his tail. Many of the children froze at the sight, but most kept running in all directions. Tiny let out a furious roar at the pain.

Art’s face hardened. This was no time to watch. He had to take action!

“Everyone!” He called with his most assertive voice. “Teachers and students, this way! The building is unsafe! Go to the baseball field!” He hurried ahead to help the children and lead the way to the baseball field. Uncle Fritz followed suit, helping guide kids that strayed away or got lost back to the group.

Wilbur made a mad dash for the school doors. “Wilbur! Don’t!” Franny cried. She managed to catch the back of his shirt, stopping him in his tracks. 

“You and Lasz get Tiny out of here! I have to find Lewis!” He pulled back his shirt and kept running. Franny wanted to argue, but her attention went back to Tiny when she heard a car accident somewhere behind her. 

While most people ran away screaming, crowds of awestruck onlookers began to form. 

They had to do something, and they had to do it now.

“Need some extra help?”

Franny felt her heart swell with joy at the sound of her brother’s voice.

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Inside the building, Franny and Lewis looked around in surprise when the power cut out completely. Emergency lights came on and alarms rang, signaling anyone left in the building to leave. 

Thinking fast, Franny grabbed Frankie and gave him a shake, causing the frog’s belly to glow. Lewis raised an eyebrow. “I caught him eating some glow sticks earlier,” she shrugged. He hummed and nodded before going back to work. Carl sparked and twitched, but fell limp again. Try again. Keep moving forward.

Sounds of panic came from outside the building. Everything had erupted into chaos. 

Without warning, someone came crashing through the window, sliding across the floor and bumping into the wall of lockers with a hearty laugh. The moment Lewis recognized him, he jumped up.

“Uncle Gaston?!” 

The stuntman looked at them upside down from where he laid on his back. He laughed again and jumped up, shaking off the broken glass and giving them a thumbs up. 

“Didn’t think you could have all the fun without me, did you?” He teased.

“Everyone’s been looking all over for you!”

“Really! What a surprise! I’ve been looking all over for them, too!”

In the darkness, Carl’s blue eyes lit up a moment. His head twitched. “Will…burrr..?”

He sparked and fell quiet. Again. Try again. Keep moving forward. Another roar outside shook the windows. Gaston looked up. “Sounds like they need me! You got this Lewis!” In the flashing exit lights, Gaston suddenly caught sight of a young girl looking up at him with curious brown eyes. He knew those eyes anywhere. He smiled warmly, adjusted his helmet, and ran off into the danger again.

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A police cruiser skidded to a stop just before hitting Tiny’s legs. The furious beast was on a rampage, leaning down and bumping the cruiser onto its side with his head. Laszlo wasted no time landing on the upturned side, pulling the door open and reaching for the men.

“Grab hold! Hurry!”

Tiny tried to use his nose to nudge the artist out of the way, but Laszlo stood firm. 

“Tiny! No!” The officer holding onto Laszlo looked incredulous. “That thing’s yours?!” Laszlo went back to helping him up. “Family pet, actually! He’s usually much better behaved than this, I apologize.” The officer was only half paying attention, staring wide eyed at where the artist’s feet hovered over the ground. Was he flying?!

A chuckle came from on Tiny’s back. Grandpa Bud climbed up to Tiny’s head, giving it a pat. “That’s quite enough now! Yer causing quite the fuss today, aren’t you?”

“Uncle Bud! You’re back! Where have you been?”

“A lot of places! The park, in the canal, the ice cream parlor, the park, the grocery store, the bowling alley, the park, the movie theater…”

Bud continued listing places off as the officer turned to Laszlo. “Are all you people like this…?” 

The artist suddenly seemed distracted, feeling around his coat for something. After a moment of searching, he pulled something out of his pocket. Was that… an ear? Was it real…? “Oh good, I still have it! I thought for a moment I must’ve lost it. Sorry, what was your question?”

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Franny desperately looked around for something she could use to stop the dinosaur. If she didn’t do something, someone would be hurt! On her shoulder, Frankie searched with her.

“Boss! There!” Frankie tugged on her ribbon to get her attention before he pointed a green finger up at the school’s flagpole. A rope! Franny caught on instantly. “Perfect!” 

Her red stilettos clicked on the sidewalk as she rushed over to the flagpole. 

“Help me untie it!” 

Frankie hopped onto the pole, working together with Franny to get the rope undone. It was far too stable. “Damn it!” Franny punched the pole in her anger, making a sharp metallic ‘ding!’ She instantly regretted it when her hand stung, leaving her briefly doubling over in pain and shaking her knuckle. 

“That’s not gonna work, we need to cut it-”

Suddenly, she heard her brother’s voice among the crowds, crying out for her.

“Franny! Franny, where are you?! Franny!”

“Art! Help me cut this rope!”

“How do you know my name? Where’s my sister?” 

Only when Franny whipped around to look at him, did it dawn on her that it was the past version of Art. Shit.

Before she could give him an answer, he noticed the genetically modified Frankie perched on her shoulder and froze. The frog. There’s no way she would have left the building if she didn’t have her frog. She had to still be in there. 

Faster than he’s ever run for football, for fun, for anything, Art took off towards the building. He yanked off his letterman jacket, wearing his pizza uniform underneath.

While Franny watched her brother run, a broken piece of glass from one of the toppled cars caught Frankie’s eye. With a flick of his tongue, he pulled it over, grabbed it, and began to slice through the rope.

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Carl gave a shout as his entire body locked up. After a couple sparks, he slowly stood to his feet. He took a (nonexistent) breath in, stood up straight… and lost power.

Still in pose, he fell stiff as a board, his face hitting the ground with a metallic thud.

Lewis and Franny watched in a wide eyed silence.

“He had a good second-and-a-half of life,” Franny spoke as she petted her frog. Lewis hummed and kneeled down next to Carl to try again. 

“Lewis!” Wilbur came sprinting around the corner and down the dark hall. “We can’t stay here! The dinosaur is… back… What happened to Carl?” He pointed down at the robot.

“Carl, bro, we’re in a crisis! Get up!”

Lewis grabbed a wrench and reopened the chest plate. “He’s still out of power! I’m trying to fix him. Since you’re here, hold this cable for me?”

“Turns out Frankie makes a good light source!”

Wilbur meant to look up at Franny at that moment, but his gaze caught the classroom door instead. In the mad rush to leave the school, it was left slightly ajar. Something about the darkness of the classroom behind it really freaked him out.

Slowly, the world seemed to be going quiet. 

The fire alarms, the roars and shouts outside, and Lewis’s instructions began to drift away from Wilbur’s thoughts, the imaginary sounds of rain and thunder taking its place.

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Check out the chapter on my Archive!

[stratford-on-grrl]

As a very avid consumer of television based in New Jersey, I have concluded that the sopranos are cannon in what we do in the shadows. There has been zero references to the show in either pieces of media

[2offayyo-kzt]

Why can't I have an episode where Laszlo and Sean go road-tripping and end up in a seedy hotel ?

[spllledwlnearchive]

nandor. / @therelentless

He practically gleamed with smug self-satisfaction. "I found a way to walk in the sun, old chap, and feel it warm my bones for the first time since my beloved Nadja changed me. Now, I have a raging burn on my nethers, but it was marvelous."

[teltales]

open to anyone wandering the festival — @walstarterblog !

“Shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuckkkk –” Laszlo muttered under his breath as he ran as fast as he could, which… wasn’t very fast, unfortunately. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting when he batted into the festival grounds, but he wasn’t expecting something this bad. There were strange monsters around every corner, and they all seemed to be after him. As a vampire, maybe he could survive them, but he didn’t really want to test that theory. “Nadja? Are you out there, my darling? I’ve come to rescue you!” He called into the fog. Just then a creature whisked very close to his head, catching his witch-skin hat in its claws. “No, not my hat! Give that back!” Forgetting common sense, he started to run after it. That was his good luck charm, after all. Could he survive the fog without it? 

[yellowssillysymphs]

FAREWELL!!!!1!!

[lorelodge]

ღ — laszlo & nadja

attraction meme // @musecraft // accepting

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Notes: What is there to say about these two that I haven't already? For Laszlo the moon rises and sets with her. She's the love of his life, his partner in crime, the cringe to his fail, and his darling wife. They could be together for 1000 years and it still wouldn't be enough.

[gay-toast]

Only two episodes in and omfg, somehow Laszlo got even funnier (which I didn't think was possible)

[sarcastic-clapping]

love that wwdits posts are still showing up in my recommended but they’re exclusively about laszlo and sean. those are the only wwdits posts tumblr sees and goes “oh yeah. this is right up that guy’s alley.” and they’re right.

[scoopstrooptm]

@shadowcovcn sent a meme: “I’ll do anything sexual. I don’t need a million dollars to do it either.” - laszlo for robin lmao

       “ That's... ” Robin was trying to keep her brow from falling at that comment — though admittedly it was not the weirdest thing that had been said in the past twenty minutes, “ good, because we don't have a million dollars to pay you. ” For vampires, they were really very strange — except for this Laszlo's wife, who seemed terrifying and everything that creatures of the night should be — and Robin found that fascinating. Either this documentary was gonna be the worst idea she'd ever had, or the best. “ We'll be lucky if we even breakeven on this thing. We have no funding. We are financing this out of our own pocket, and I'm sure that when we take this to the studios they will think it's some kinda joke or parody and laugh us out of the board room — if they even let us through the door, which I don't know if they will. ” Robin paused, exhaling in and out. Leaning forward with her elbows on the table, she steepled her fingers together. “ So we are not... really sure how the TV studios we plan to pitch this to would react to explicit sexual content. I want this to be an authentic snapshot into your day-to-day lives... but there will have to be editing involved, OK? ”

[derangedwifenadja]

Why do you want Laszlo dead? :( /gen

I don't want him to actually be dead!! But I do wish Nadja and Guillermo had teamed up and given him a bit more of a scare... Like I don't want him to actually die but I wouldn't mind if he was a little afraid for his life. Just a little. As a treat

[musecraft]

🪐 — @shadowcovcn​​​  ( laszlo )  sent   a meme   for  stede   :

90  —  fool  by  djo   ▶︎

     ❝ JUST TELL ME  what to do  —  i always felt so foolish, anyway.  ❞