#mickey is greedy

[lupeloto]

i love this series of events so much :

ian makes coffee for himself, mickey steals it, ian kissed him and just makes himself a new cup

then ian makes toast for himself, mickey steals it. ian lets him.

[spliceyblues]

He is going on my burn book for sure.

This fugly greedy little corporate rat be stealing wallets from twst players. DO NOT TRUST THIS RODENT‼️‼️‼️

[describe-things]

Here's something Disney desperately does not want anyone to know:

When you create your own original design for Mickey Mouse now that he's Public Domain, you now own that version of Mickey Mouse.

This is the same reason that Disney owns their versions of Rapunzel, Cinderella, Briar Rose, and more, even though these characters came from the Public Domain.

If you make an original design for Mickey Mouse, it belongs to you. You own the copyright. Disney cannot use that design for profit unless they get your permission and/or pay you. The exact same way you can't use Disney's version of Cinderella for profit.

Copyright goes both ways, despite what the billionaires who run megacorporations want you to think. They rely on you thinking of them as all powerful and unstoppable. But the rules do in fact apply to them too. They are not all-powerful. They're not invincible. They're greedy, lying bastards who rely on your hopeless fear.

Have hope, be bold, go forth and create with joy.

Edit because I remembered another example:

This is also why you're not supposed to show writers your fanfiction for their series! Even though you are writing fanfiction, and the characters belong to their creator, what you have written belongs to you! Writers do not want to accidentally steal from you by incorporating your fanfiction into the official material, because that does genuinely open them up to lawsuits! They're taking your ideas and profiting off them!

[alcego]

somehow, i don't think this is what you had in mind. anyway. cw for Mickey-typical use of the f-slur in the slurious way & canon-typical violence. enjoy?

The Alibi is as busy as it ever gets, which is to say enough to look occupied but hardly enough to pay the bills. For some reason, tonight this also means that the bar is loaded and Kev's actually slinging drinks instead of dragging his sticky cumsock of a rag over the counter and telling Frank to fuck off.

Someone small and blond shoulders his way onto the stool next to Mickey. He's not local--that much is obvious from a quick glance--and he's dressed worlds too nice to be slumming it at the Alibi.

"Seat's taken," Mickey lies, irritated by the uninterrupted stitching on the fucker's 'fashionably' worn leather jacket. "Try again never."

The guy barely acknowledges him. Just raises a finger and all a sudden he's got Kev at his beck and call, tossing him a shot of their most expensive vodka with a predatory gleam in his eye.

Mickey, still three beers short of drunk and well past pissed off, sneers at the guy. Says, "Back your faggoty ass up and find someplace else to drink that watery shit. You got the whole pick of the litter out there."

The guy's face doesn't really change, but it's ice-cold. Like how Ian got, sometimes, before they got the meds right. That hollow vacancy where feelings were supposed to be. The guy says, "I don't like that word."

"Fuck do I care?" Mickey scoffs. "What're you gonna do? Stab me?"

By the time Mickey realizes there's a knife at his gut, it's a little late to do shit about it. He laughs instead, eyebrows launching off his forehead, and even knowing he might be getting real close with his insides soon isn't enough to distract him from the fact he's taller than this fucking guy by a long shot.

Ian's gonna get a kick out of this, once he's done kicking Mickey's ass.

"Yo, whoa, hold on there--" Kev, interjecting, smiling placatingly at the blond midget who's thinking about stabbing Mickey with the same expression on his face he ordered shots with "--we're all friends here, yeah? Just, ah, put the knife away."

The vein in the guy's temple throbs. The knife digs in a little more. Mickey thinks a light stabbing is preferable to losing all street cred to some psychotic midget. That's his whole job, his livelihood, and he ain't throwing that down the shitter because this guy thinks he's all high and mighty for having a knife, of all things.

Ignoring Kev, Mickey jabs a foot into the midget's knee, knocking himself off his stool and onto his feet at the same time. His stomach's a little wet, which he hopes is from spilled beer, but he's not feeling real confident about that right now, for obvious reasons.

"Fuck!" Kevin cries, as if Mickey doesn't see the guy picking himself up off the ground and throwing a haymaker into Mickey's jaw.

Thanks. Lotsa help. Why the fuck did nobody mention this guy could fight? This scrap should be one and done, but here Mickey is, honest to god fighting this short-stack.

"Jesus, Mickey! Watch the knees--"

"The fuck do I care about his knees?" Mickey snarls, throwing a punch past the guy's hold on his sweater and catching his cheekbone. "Who's side you on, anyway?"

"The fucking NHL goalie's, man!"

Mickey shoves the guy off, keeping a wary eye on him even though he seems more subdued (if visibly angrier) than he had a second ago. Kev is pointing to the piece of shit flatscreen in the corner, and when Mickey looks, there is a remarkably short goalie on the screen. Hard to say if they're the same person with the cage, but sometimes Kev is smart. Most times he's dumb as shit. From that scrap alone, Mickey's thinking he's onto something.

"What's a pro hockey player doing at the Alibi?" Mickey snaps. "Surely you got better things to do than slum it up here."

The guy--whose name Mickey did not catch, thanks--glares at him but says nothing. Just goes back to the bar and grabs the whiskey Kev poured for him, no doubt on the house. As if the guy needs the help.

"What? Too good to talk to the little guy? Is that it?"

Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Mickey makes a you seeing this shit? gesture at him before grabbing his beer and sulking stubbornly at his spot on the bar. The guy does not acknowledge him. Seems to be pretending Mickey doesn't exist. Mickey's about three seconds away from tossing him out of the Alibi on his ass when the door opens and a scrappy, auburn twink stomps his way in.

His eyes light up when he sees the guy, and flash with very real violence when he notices the blossoming red of his cheek. Mickey pretends not to notice him. Starts wondering just what it is with short assholes in his place tonight. Makes it about as far as thinking he should call Mandy's old number and ask her if his star charts said anything about pissing off tiny asshole fags, because he knows it would piss her off, too.

He catches the reddish haired guy (not nearly as bright or as alien-looking as Ian's) asking about the bruise again. Picks up on the blond's eyes flicking toward him for a half second. Knows, about a half-second before it happens, that he's not putting up with shit tonight.

Shortcake Number Two throws a wide, sloppy punch. Mickey catches it. Grapples with the guy until he's off the stool and has about a millisecond to realize the knifey blond really does not care for this at all.

"Oh fuck me," Mickey manages, right before he gets stabbed. Lightly. In the thigh. Because that totally matters and makes it hurt less, and makes it much more dignified when he hops straight into the bar while clutching his bloody leg. "Goddamn it, the fuck's wrong with you knifey motherfuckers?"

"I've been told it's an attitude problem," Shortcake Number Two says, looking like he wouldn't mind throwing another punch or ten. "Haven't really been working on it."

"Mick," Kev whispers urgently, notably doing nothing to help Mickey with his little bleeding problem, "that's Neil Josten."

"Who?"

Kev gestures at the TV. Presumably this means Neil is also a hockey player, also with the NHL, and also in his bar for some goddamn reason?

"Like I fuckin' care who he is," Mickey snaps. "Go slum it somewhere else, assholes. I've bled here enough times that you couldn't kick me out if you tried."

Neil glares at him. Openly. With full hostility. Mickey thinks he remembers some uproar about a mafia reject in the NHL and thinks he should really get some sort of heads-up system for when he's about to get himself into shit with fuck-off big crime organizations. Make a little calendar notification for Ian: Get stabed by Mafia Rejecks 1 & 2, By Goz!

"Come on," Neil says, looking at Mickey while talking to his (fuck) boyfriend. They're too close to be anything else. "There's a guy off the corner who sells a passable sandwich."

"Oh, Corner Joe?" Kev asks. "Yeah, I wouldn't buy from him. He gets all his stuff out of people's trash cans. Probably all weird and gross."

The blond -- whose name Mickey still doesn't know -- turns to face Neil slowly. His blank expression doesn't change, but it's chilling nonetheless. Neil scowls at Kev.

"It was fine."

"That means nothing, coming from you," the blond says dryly. He looks at Kev. Raises an expectant eyebrow.

Sure enough, Kev recommends them a restaurant, and actually makes it a real recommendation instead of pandering to one of the many ongoing scams like he's supposed to.

Neil and his stabby boyfriend leave, paying Mickey no more attention than they would an annoying cat. Mickey, who is still bleeding down the back of his thigh, makes a what-the-fuck face and gesture at Kev and, for good measure, asks, "What the fuck?"

"Neil's from the neighborhood," Kev says, like this explains anything.

"So? You're siding with those gentrifying fuckers now?"

Kev shakes his head. "No, man. There's something about him. He acts like a stray cat, you know? I can't shake him."

"As long as his psycho boyfriend stays away, I don't care."

Kev makes a disagreeing sound. "I wouldn't count on it. They're kind of a package deal, like you and Ian."

"Fuck you mean package deal?" Mickey snaps. "That supposed to be some kind of gay joke? 'Cause it sucks if it is."

Kev stares at him for a long second. "It wasn't. But you can pretend it was if it'll make you feel better."

"Fuck off," Mickey says, and drinks his beer, and decides to empty the register next time Kev is distracted as retaliation for what was Absolutely a gay joke. He's not ready to think about him and Ian and him-and-Ian, even if they are technically kind of ghetto married, even though Mickey's real married to someone else.

He was three beers to drunk, right? He can close that distance pretty fuckin fast if he has to.

Pleeeeeeeeease, could someone write a fic about Andreil and Gallavich in the same universe 🙏 I would pay to see Mickey and Andrew in a room being smart mouths, talking about their redheaded boyfriends, being the "I hate everyone but you" trope, being violent and bffs, idk I just wish that would happen 🥺

[4thwallbreakerdraws2]

Mickey in the RTV AU

Before I go back to my askbox shenanigans, there is one more character I would like to introduce for the RTV AU.

As the title gave away, Micky is still alive in the AU!!

Though RTV did try his damn hardest during his rise up as a star to have him assassinated. Unfortunately this version of Micky doesn’t underestimate RTV enough to let himself thrown off a balcony.

Unfortunately we all know that the mouse is greedy as hell, so it turns out RTV didn’t have to do much except pulling out some good business strategies, because a few months later Didney filed bankruptcy.

Nobody wanted to see Didney movies anymore, now that Puzzlevision existed and RTV was sure to offer more creativity and effort in his movies.

So the rich mouse became a poor rat on the run because if you’re on RTVs shitlist, you’re also on his hitlist. Though RTV doesn’t even deem him important enough to send much resources after him.

Well, maybe he should have because rats have a talent of finding one another.

MAY I INTRODUCE MY NEW FAVORITE STUPID TEAM-UP TO EVER EXIST!!

It’s so stupid, but I got way attached to the idea to let it go, so it’s canon now LMAO

Said resistance is incredibly dysfunctional as hell with 4 and Mickey fighting over every little thing and Beeg just suffering between them. They don’t share rations, everyone has their own little pile. Mickey constantly uses his cartoon anatomy to try and snatch some, but Beeg ain’t having it </3

Anyways thank you for hearing me out on this stupid trip LMAO

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

A Game Of Cat And Mouse

Leona Kingscholar and Che’nya x Fem!Jerry Mouse!Reader 

Note: Reader is Yuu/The magicless Ramshackle Prefect from another world

I have a ton of WIPs that I really want to complete but to help motivate myself to finish them I decided to write this

So Jerry’s personality seems to fluctuate depending on his iteration so I’m just going to tone down his more sadistic tendencies and make him more like the early shorts where he’s more mischievous and acts when provoked instead of going out of his way to ruin Tom’s life for no reason. 

Honestly as a Tom girlie I felt so sorry for Thomas. There were times where that poor cat did not deserve what he went through - even when I was little I would root for him. Though this might just be an oldest child thing since my little sister and mum (who’s the youngest in her family) prefer Jerry.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR 

Honestly, his first impression of you wasn’t the best. Yeah, you’re a girl and he chugs gallons of respecting women juice for every meal but come on - you’re this tiny little mousegirl from another world who can’t even do magic (not to mention that he’s heard rumours that you don’t even speak that much). You’ll get eaten alive!

Then he met you and all of that went down the drain

The meeting went as it usually does: you stepped on his tail, he angrily confronts you (whilst subtly warning you of the dangers of NRC) but then you just give him this flat, unamused look.

“Hey pussycat,” you deadpan, raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms as you jut your chin up so you level him with a glare, “maybe don’t go leaving your tail lying around everywhere if you don’t want people to step on it.”

Okay, so maybe you weren’t the meek little mouse that he thought you were. Even the predators in his dorm don’t have the guts to talk back to him. Honestly, respect.

Then word gets out that you defeated an overblot and his opinion of you gets more and more favourable.

Long story short, you start dating after his overblot.

And it does cause a few turned heads.

And who can blame them? A lion going out with a mouse. That’s definitely something.

And to the untrained eye, it does sound concerning. But to those who know you (read: have been around you for more than five minutes)? Well, they’re praying for Leona’s sanity because you are nothing more than an agent of chaos.

There was this one time before you and Leona got together where a bunch of Savanaclaw predators were trying to push you, Ace, Deuce and Grim around and without even blinking you just pummelled all of them right then and there. At one point during the curb stomp battle you just pulled a mallet out of nowhere and just started thrashing everyone until they were black and blue. 

Congratulations the entire Savanaclaw dorm is terrified of you

All that training with Big Cousin Muscles really does wonders

NRC have two new rules: 1) don’t even think about going after the nagicless prefect because you will lose and even if you try to use magic she will dodge and it will be your funeral and 2) DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES hurt Ace, Deuce or Grim because that will probably be the last thing you ever do (memories of Jerry completely annihilating Tom after he hurt Nibbles are resurfacing)

One thing he admires about you is your cunning and intelligence and how you’re always a step ahead of everyone no matter what their plans are. Even when you do find yourself in trouble 

Even Rook Hunt has trouble trying to catch you. Don’t worry though, he’s far too fond of ‘petite mademoiselle souris’ to be irked by that.

He does get jealous of how close you are with Ruggie though. Since the hyena is also a greedy little thieving bugger like you, you have found a kindred spirit in him. The two of you bond over raiding the NRC kitchen and making off with as much as you can. And also taking the mickey out of Leona.

 You also get along great with Cheka. He’s noticed that you have a soft spot for children and other animals. The pro is that he gets his nephew off of his back by pawing him off to you (who he knows will make sure that no harm will come to him) the con is that you get along too well and your chaotic natures mixing will probably send him to an early grave - if your mischievous and provoking nature doesn’t already.

One thing he loves to do is tease you over your mouse-like qualities. Yeah, anyone with eyes can tell that you’re nowhere near as innocent as you look but those mouse ears, wide eyes, squeaks and cute little tail are objectively and indisputably adorable. He takes great pleasure in telling you how cute ‘his little mouse’ is, especially when you give such sweet reactions when you're flustered.

Though he does get taken aback by how bold you are. You definitely did that thing Jerry does where he holds mistletoe above his head and made kissing noises at Tom.

Your high pitched laugh makes his heart melt and he definitely uses his rich boy money to buy you all of the expensive cheese you can eat.

CHE’NYA

He loves you so much. Finally, someone he can be chaotic with - you’re a match made in hell.

His interest in you starts when he tries to sneak up on you whilst invisible but you pull one over him and just turn around, look directly into his unseeable eyes and sprAY WATER RIGHT ONTO HIS FACE-WHAT THE HELL?! WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET THAT SPRAY BOTTLE FROM????

At first he was pleasantly surprised before his face broke into a Cheshire Cat grin. He felt cupid’s arrow hit him square in the chest and he just looked at you with heart eyes.

By asking Trey and Cater and hiding in the rose maze, he gathered enough information to decide that you are his future wife

Turns out that your troublemaking antics have you paired with Ace and Floyd for the position of ‘bane of Riddle Rosehearts’ existence’. Mainly because everytime you break a rule you always, without fail, evade punishment by avoiding getting caught - even when you are clearly the culprit

Trey has bribed you with so many cheese based baked goods to stop you from sneaking into Heartslabyul and causing mayhem (you felt sorry for him so you promised him that you’ll only steal from the main kitchen near the cafeteria. That’s not what he meant but he’ll take it)

One day he catches you kidnapping the dorm’s pet dormouse before an unbirthday party so that you ‘can help your fellow mice by freeing them from their subjugation’. He shrugs and nods in understanding before asking you if he should let out the flamingos and hedgehogs from their pens as a distraction. 

And so a beautiful relationship was born as the two of you ran off with a tray of choux pastries and a bunch of angry card soldiers chasing you.

The two of you have a competition over who can sneak into and stay in Heartslabyul the longest without getting caught and you’re currently the winner.

He loves that you’re not scared of anyone and you’re not afraid to stand up to people that are almost quadruple your size. In fact, he’s there cheering you on whenever you fight back or plot your revenge (he does know that he has a whole other school to attend, right?). One time you showed him one of your revenge plans and he even helped you set the traps and everything. Oh the two of you working together has NRC running for the hills.

Like Leona, he does like to tease you but what do you expect? He’s a cat, you’re a mouse - that’s nature. Though he does love the fact that you’re always one step ahead of him whenever he does try to outsmart you. He loves a good puzzle and you certainly keep him on his toes.

[meowmeowmessi]

clearly a lie but it's so annoying how al hilal refuses to stop with the rumors. i pray to god messi never goes to saudi arabia even after he r*tires bc a player of his caliber and prestige shouldn't be playing in the desert league no matter what

[okaystoptellingmetomakeanaccount]

I feel like saying this again but having it in an actual like proper post written down messily for now, so that’s what I’m doing, with confusing hopefully still grammatically correct somehow sentences included.

Scrooge’s treasure hunts are about adventure btw. Not about the treasure. Adventure is the real treasure in the end.

But Scrooge is still greedy. He shouldn’t go on adventure for the sake of it. There needs to be a treasure incentive for him to go. Look. Wait.

(I’m gonna say all a lot, and such superlative things, but I’m talking about the stories from authors that today are seen as most important)

When you look at the older treasure hunts, the thing that most people remember is awesome Scrooge goes to far away place to get rare stuff that’s worth lots. But like what many people seem to forget about a large majority of the classic stories, is that Scrooge doesn’t get the treasure. People think back and remember a successful and fun adventure, so one might assume that the treasure was also gotten, but that’s almost never the case. The classic (think around to before 70s) Donald Duck comics operate very very heavily on a continuing thread of irony and satire, arguably more so than later. The point in every adventure is that it’s never what you expect. You go looking for a cheap magical defense, and find yourself paying your nephew a proper salary. You go looking for a great medicine, and end up with thousands of dollars spend, and all the medicine spilled (and in the Scarpa twist, also accidentally smuggled jewelry). Or of course, you go looking for paradise, and end up inventing capitalism.

People seem to have kinda forgotten that this was once the norm. Nowadays you get stories where writers think they’re clever by saying: “Oh, no, Scrooge can’t take this treasure. It belongs to the government of the country he is in.” And like that’s nice, but also, that’s not a thing that should be worth pointing out.

The most famous offender of this crime is Rightful Owners, which, to be fair to Rightful Owners, is a DuckTales (look i capitalized ducktales right for once) comic, where I think this does happen, but also, to be fair to my wumblr post, it’s trying really hard to be a Barks sequel as well because Warren Spector (yeah the Epic Mickey guy) was a big fan of Barks. So you’ll get Webby telling everyone how bad Scrooge is, and it feels kinda redundant. And then the ending of that story is pretty weird as well.

But if I think about it again, what Rightful Owners does do is portray Scrooge as very unwilling to agree with Webby. He doesn’t think that the times that he did steal stuff, he was in the wrong. Because that’s the other part. Even when he gets the treasure and is basically stealing from the local population, that’s fine, because Scrooge isn’t a good person. I guess the closest you can get in tropey terms for such a situation is that specific scene makes him a villainous protagonist, but that’s not really the point. There are no hero’s or villains in ba sing se, with which I mean Duckburg, is the point.

Scrooge’s treasure hunts are about adventure, but only for us. The treasure being gained isn’t the point of the story. The story hasn’t ‘succeeded’ when the Ducks find the chest with golden coins. But it is the point for the character. The treasure hunts work because Scrooge is a greedy guy who is fine with doing that kind of stuff. The story has succeeded for him when the chest with golden coins is found.

And of course, this all comes together in the end when I say the new Ducktales does this wrong. Sorry, I did it again, this is where it all leads to in the end huh. I was in the mood okay. Ducktales bad again.

Scrooge in DT17 doesn’t find the treasure that important. He does it for the adventure. It’s to show that he’s actually not that much of a greedy bad person. But he also doesn’t mind taking stuff that’s not his. So, like, uhm.

DT17!Scrooge does often succeed, because that’s how Ducktales is. It has satire, but it’s not drenched in irony, it’s not Guido Martina writing the show. That’s not a critique of course, in case someone would think that for some reason. But DuckTales doesn’t do downer endings (last crash isn’t a downer ending it’s setup for the next episode), so you’re missing the whole part where Scrooge’s treasure hunts fail. The adventure is important, and so the adventure is what Scrooge finds important, and so if he never fails, then the adventure never fails. It’s looking at it from a completely Watsonian perspective. Adventure should only ever be the real treasure from a Doylist perspective. The comics don’t treat succeeding in the character’s goal as succeeding in having written a good story. And i had set up some other points to cycle back to in this part, but i forgot what they were because I’m stupid, so this is just kinda the point you’ll have to live with for now. I might finish this if I remember again.

[sluttygallavich]

Ian and Mickey looking into each others eyes while Mickeys slapping Ian’s cock on his tongue and sucking the life out of him 😝😌😍

Mickey hears all the Lady Gaga queers collectively gasp when he pulls Ian’s half-hard length from his jeans. He’s not surprised. The two of them were still watching from the sidelines when the others started throwing their clothes around, and, frankly, Mickey didn’t see anything to write home about. Nothing like his husband’s gorgeous pink cock—nine inches, cut, and curved just so to get Mickey seeing stars on every thrust.

He feels more than he sees the others stopping to watch on appreciatively as Mickey gives Ian a few leisurely pumps to plump him up to full hardness before dropping to his knees at Ian’s feet. He tugs Ian’s jeans down and helps him step out of them, Ian taking himself in hand to continue stroking himself slowly, the slit of his cock already beading with pre-cum.

Mickey runs tattooed fingers up the back of Ian’s thighs and settles his hands on Ian’s ass, squeezing possessively. He looks up to Ian’s face and his heart gives a violent kick when he finds Ian’s hooded eyes already trained on him. Fuck. They haven’t really discussed this. What they want to do, what they’re comfortable with. Not the way they probably should have. But with their eyes locked on each other now, Mickey just knows. He belongs to Ian, and Ian to him. Signed, witnessed, and notarized, bitch.

Mickey’s never been too keen on sharing what’s his—probably something to do with growing up dirt poor and having to fight for every last scrap—and he’s sure as hell not about to start now, not when he’s finally got the one fucking thing in his life that’s ever been worth a damn. Worth everything.

Ian uses his free hand to run his fingers gently through Mickey’s hair before gripping on tight, and looking into his blazing eyes, Mickey just knows. Same page.

Keeping his eyes locked on Ian’s, Mickey opens his mouth and presents his tongue. Something inside him has settled in Ian’s gaze and now all he wants is to have Ian inside him. To taste him. To claim him and be claimed.

Ian groans as he slaps his heavy cock on Mickey’s outstretched tongue once, twice, three times before Mickey closes his lips around the tip so he can get a taste. Ian pulls back out and uses the dripping head to smear his pre-cum around Mickey’s lips before tugging on Mickey’s hair and issuing a single command.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

Mickey nods wordlessly and lets his mouth fall back open, tongue out and greedy as he waits for Ian to start slowly feeding him his length. Everything around them sort of whites out then—the strings of bright patio lights, the grating pop music, the heat of other men’s eyes.

Let these fuckers look all they want. Mickey even kind of loves the idea, if he’s being honest. Let them see how good they are together. How good they have it. Let them turn green with envy when Mickey takes all of Ian down this throat, eyes watering but still locked with Ian’s, and starts to suck the life out of him.

But let no one dare touch Mickey Milkovich’s husband. Not unless they want to lose a fucking limb.

[swiftfootedachilles]

what's your favourite gallavich au/multichapter fics?

wow i was in the middle of answering this and tumblr crashed before i could save the post to my drafts :') for brevity i'll limit my personal commentary and just post the links. i actually don't really like many of the popular fics in this fandom they're just not my thing i prefer canon compliant and shorter fics. but here are the au/canon divergent longfics and multichapters i love! these are in no particular order

my fav is celebrity skin by softlycontinuing even tho it was abandoned after 2 chapters i still love it with my whole heart

Of Going Home by lalazee

Words Are Trivial by OfficialStarsandGutters

Things Beyond Mistakes by grayola

a witch in wicker park by horror_business

weaver of fate (to your will i won't fold) by Ravenheart

Lost in Translation by Shamelessquestions

Paragraphs by pink_ink

Life, or Something by pink_ink even tho the minor character death made me want to throw my phone out the window :'')

Bon Appétit by romanticalgirl

let the bodies do the talkin' by Captain_Jowl

Fresh Meat by devovitsuasartes !!!!!!

While We're Making Other (People's) Plans by kyaticlikestea

No One Wanted This (Nor Was It Asked For) by Anonymous

You Can't Always Get What You Want by Chat_Noir

And I'm Greedy by anomalously

OnlyFans!Mickey by the bestie roseapothecarys

The Thing About Living by lalazee

Flyboy and the Gearhead the_rat_wins

Inhuman by Suzy_Queue !!!!!!

through the dawn by spock

Trust me by Loftec check out their Book & Movie AUs collection for more!

Two of Your Earth Minutes by the_rat_wins i love silly fics

Trans Mickey by a now-orphaned account :'( i was hoping for one more part to be posted :c

This is me trying by KeepGoing

Change Like Shifting Shadows by vitalspark (father gallagher👀)

okay that's everything i could find!! thank you for coming to my tedtalk!!!

[starry-nights-17]

No 2 for this weeks prompt (Dinner Party) courtesy of @twinklyylights @galladrabbles

Alpha/Omega this time around.

❤

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"Dinner parties", that's what they called them. But Mickey knew the truth. Glorified slave auctions. And omegas were the only thing on sale.

Terry led him around, by a chain attached to his collar. Greedy eyes watched him, posessive growls filled his ears, unwelcome scents invaded his nostrils.

Then a distinct scent hit him, different to the others. Sweet, warm, inviting.

A strong hand gripped his chin, tilting up, green eyes finding his. A thumb swiped across his lip.

"You’re mine now".

Preparing to fight and struggle, Mickey paused. He didn't feel scared.

No.

He felt safe.

He felt free.

[sweettjrose]

Sometimes I think about the vast ranges some of the Disney comic characters have across their different appearances, sometimes within even the same comic series.

With Scrooge his morality seems to have the most amount of range, as sometimes he is the golden-hearted loving uncle who is willing to do whatever it takes to help those in need, and other times he's a greedy miser who tricks or takes advantage of people including his own family at times.

The Phantom Blot on the other has a lot of range when it comes to tone. One second the Phantom Blot is a terrifying, extremely manipulative, and cunning threat who really pushes Mickey and the entire police force to their limits. Other times he's a dorky buffoon who gets in his own way with either his ego or overcomplicated schemes and thus can be easily thwarted.

I just think this is interesting to think about. Do you know other characters who kind of fit this diverse range in some way?

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

Hi! 17 for the ask meme please? ❄️💖

Where do they get their Christmas tree from? Buy it? Steal it?

So I feel like Mickey wouldn't really care about having one, it's not like he ever really celebrated anyway. Ian feels the opposite. He wants to decorate and everything

So anyway, they go to the store but it's kind of expensive and well, they're just starting to make more money for themselves so they might just have to wait until sometime next year to buy a fake one or whatever, plus the ornaments and lights. Ian is dismayed but he understands

He moves on, focusing his attention onto their niece and nephew. Mickey, though, is bothered because he knows that Ian really wanted a tree for their apartment. So one December afternoon, he tells his husband that he's going out for a bit, has to help Iggy out of a problem he got himself into

He gets out of there before Ian can question anything and try to come with him

In reality, Mickey does meet up with Iggy but they have a plan

There's a lot where you can buy Christmas trees and him and Iggy are parked around the corner. They get out, walking around and look for a few morons that'll fall for their scheme

And sure enough, they find one. This man is complaining, presumably to his wife, about the outrageous prices nowadays- especially if you want them to put the lights on the tree for you

"Ay," Mickey approaches them while Iggy lingers back, pretending to look around. "I can do that for you."

"For how much?" The man says suspiciously

"Ten."

"Really?" The man seems interested

"Lewis, it could be a scam," his wife says with a frown

"Listen, man, if you wanna pay some greedy bastard for a tree, go ahead," Mickey shrugs. "Or I can do it for ya."

It doesn't take long for them to both agree so Mickey says it'll be done in like 10 minutes. They thank him and he and Iggy quickly take the tree and the lights to Iggy's truck and off they go

Back home, Mickey puts the thing up himself when he realizes that Ian's gone. He looks at his phone and sees a text from his husband- he'd gone to bake cookies with Debbie and Franny

Iggy was going to help with the tree but Mickey lost patience with him and forces him out of the apartment

(It takes a lot of work. Mickey gets frustrated and wants to throw the thing out of the window but refrains)

Sometime later, Ian returns. He stops dead in his tracks, staring at the brightly lit tree with an awed expression

"Mick?"

Of course Mickey downplays it and ignores the heart eyes Ian has going on. He mumbles something along the lines of, "Knew you wanted it or whatever."

Ian pulls him in for a searing kiss

[gallawitchxx]

gallavich kiss #43 please hehe

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send me a number & i'll write you a smoocheroo 😚

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#43: ...out of greed

Holy fuck.

Mickey Milkovich is in your bed.

If it hadn’t happened to you—if you couldn’t still taste the tang of his spunk in the back of your throat—you might not believe that it happened at all. Most have a better shot at winning the lottery than they do at seeing the business end of the permanently inked vines and chains that intertwine before disappearing beneath the cuff of Mickey’s rolled-up sleeves. In the three years you’ve been harboring a dangerous crush on your best friend and roommate’s brother, you’ve never known anyone who’s made the acquaintance of the huge blue lilies that bloom across his chest, swirling around soft pink nipples.

Until now.

Until you.

Holy fuck!

Mickey Milkovich is in your bed!

The previous night had seemed like any other Friday night: Mandy had insisted on having people over, and you were too impressed by her continual efforts to make friends to put up much of a fuss. Besides, you knew the chances were good that her foul-mouthed doppelgänger would show up before the night was over, a cigarette dangling from his sinful lips.

And you were right—ten minutes after midnight, your Southside Cinderella sauntered through the door and headed straight towards you, plopping his perfect ass down next to you on your ratty couch.

Long night? you’d asked, offering him a sip of your beer.

Your reward was a cock of his expressive brows and the pleasure of watching him swallow. ‘M just gettin’ started, Red.

You didn't expect the nickname, so it hit you square in the gut, which is how you found yourself in the alleyway behind your apartment building, smoking a spliff as Mickey’s greedy gaze roamed your recovering body.

Thanks to school and meds and a pair of lagoon-blue eyes, it’d been a minute since you’d gotten any real action. But historically, you'd been good at picking up what’s put down, and Mickey seemed to be laying his cards on your table, one lick of his slightly chapped lips at a time.

You could have blamed the weed seeping into your system, or maybe it was the primal pulse of the full moon overhead that made your blood sing and your hands itch... Either way, your belly burned too bright to bear, and before you could stop yourself, you shoved a shocked—but smiling—Mickey up against the wall.

Sorry, Mandy, you thought as you looped your fingers underneath her brother's gold chain necklace and pulled his hips flush against yours. The need was just too great, and your willpower was far too compromised to hold back any longer.

Your lips against his could have destroyed whole universes.

Funny thing was, you wouldn’t have cared one bit.

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

old habits ian in his emt uniform AAAARRRGGHHHHH

[ old habits ]

mickey's halfway to the mailbox when he stops dead in his tracks, his eyes immediately zeroing in on ian chatting with lucy one driveway over. he doesn't give a fuck about lucy on a normal day - but today it's like she's not even there, because ian's clearly just come home from work and holy fuck...

mickey's caught glimpses of his emt uniform, but never out in broad daylight like this - every inch of the well-fitting blue button-down - the shine of his silver badge - the clean cut and crisp lines all tucked perfectly into place and jesus christ, mickey practically drools, his hand reaching blindly into the mailbox almost as an afterthought. no man should look this hot in a uniform.

lucy can't resist the call either. clearly. but lucy isn't getting turned out in ian's comfy bed every other night like mickey is, now is she? no, she isn't! and it isn't lucy who ian's noticing and sending a little wave over to, is it? no! it's mickey! and it's also mickey who saunters his way over to interrupt, happily, with a composed, "ay doc, you got a thermometer in that fanny pack-a yours?"

it gets them both tucked away inside ian's house with a laughably low amount of effort. and now that he's here, mickey can put his plan to action, watching his personal emt emerge from the bathroom with one of those concerned brow furrows. "you got a fever...?"

ian's got the thermometer, but it's the back of his hand that he uses instead, pressing it to mickey's cheek to check his temperature. then softly over his forehead. mickey mumbles something noncommittal. whatever will keep ian's attention on him like this.

"hm..." after his forehead, ian's hand drops to the back of mickey's neck - more comforting than anything - and god damn, does is light him up from the inside out. "you're definitely runnin' hot..."

an understatement of the century.

but mickey is the perfect patient. opens his mouth real good and everything when ian tells him to, keeping that eye contact as he feels the thermometer slip under his tongue. "stay here for me, alright kid?"

uh huh. yup. whatever the fuck he wants.

mickey watches ian move around the kitchen. takes in a greedy helping of how nicely those slacks hug his ass. how fucking snatched his waist is with that thick belt. how his back broadens into strong shoulders under the pressed blue fabric of his shirt. jesus fucking christ, this man. no way motherfuckers ain't passing out on the spot when he arrives on the scene. damn, mickey would do some highly questionable shit just to get him-

beep beep! beep beep! beep beep!

"lemme see."

mickey opens up exactly as asked, the thermometer slipped out from under his tongue.

in front of him, ian reads the numbers, mickey's scheme about to be put to rest once he realizes there never was a- "hm..."

mickey frowns. flicks his eyes to the thermometer and then back up. "what?" he asks. "the fuck you mean 'hm'?"

"you weren't kiddin' - you really got a fever going."

and-... wait a minute. "really?"

"mhm. looks like you're gonna need some follow-up care."

mickey's brain plugs along slowly, trying to wrap around what's happening. "...what-"

but the rest of his confusion is snuffed out as ian moves forward, scooping him up in his arms and getting that bespoke heart attack to set in - gloriously. because he's carrying mickey toward the stairs, "gonna have to be on bed rest for quite a while, i'm thinkin'..." the thermometer with mickey's temp left on the kitchen counter.

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[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

wow you really love disney metafiction

Well yes Who Framed Roger Rabbit always fascinated me as a kid, what adaptions would our world have what would change if our characters really existed and lived beside us would Disney be as greedy as it is if Mickey Mouse was actually owner over it it instead of Bob Iger being CEO nd Investors having their claws in it? Would Bugs be the owner of Warner or would he be chilling as an A-list celebrity who is a known as a beloved LGBTQA Drag Queen and Genderfluid Veteran?

Mickey and Minnie married off screen and dating on screen?

Looney Tunes known as chaos incarnate but they're a giant family

Bugs and Daffy adopted the Animaniacs because they had no home

Are Bugs and Daffy together off screen?

What would shape each toon into their On Screen and off-screen selves creating that divide?

What would the huge differences be? Maybe some have kids others are married and some have entire seperate family?

How would humans react to these guys as a species that has a bad record of looking down upon people?

Mickey and Bob Iger having a I absolutely despise you but I have to tolerate you relationship

Off screen the Warner siblings are actually related to Oswald and Ortensia explaining the Animaniacs' strange unidentifiable appearances,

Like the possibilities are endless and vast, there's just so much unexplored due to the fact companies can't share at all anymore and they don't think live action hybrids are useful

Chip and Dale 2022 resparked it for me, a lot of ideas going a million miles, like if I had finances I'd be getting reference shots to use for test fan animation just for the fun of it, cause it fascinates me that much,

And while you call it metafiction it's actually just cartoons meeting our reality seriously go check out the movie Who Framed Roger Rabbit that movie right there shows what exactly I'm talking about and here I'll even include some screenshots of a couple films that do this

Bugs Bunny Focus for Back in Action cuz honestly I think this is his most iconic look besides the Viking look when it comes to his drag and honestly the line normally I play the love interest is just amazing

Roger and Eddie(played by Bob Hoskins) in Who Framed Roger Rabbit

Chip and Dale Rescue Rangers 2022

This is the adaption I was talking about earlier look at Ellie next to the apartment building for small toons. She's as tall as it, while Chip and Dale are the perfect size for it, unlike Who Framed Roger rabbit Chip and Dale takes place in the modern day that's what hooked me to create a modern AU it's all so fascinating,

You can't see it in that shot but Dale is driving a full-blown human sized car that has been adapted for Chipmunks I'm not joking, however their movie shows how wildly different everybody can look from each other especially in the modern day when CG is a thing. Chip is still clearly 1990s 2D animated while Dale decided to get a CGI redesign

Like if Mickey and Minnie are only two feet tall and if he's the big boss on set yeah it's really funny to me to imagine him running around Disney and trying to picture every single Studio adapting to these Toons and their various size differences

Again there is just so so much that has been untapped with this genre, because Studios cannot get along long enough to tap into it