#my boy’s a silent toon

[clockspur]

It fills you with DETERMINATION

[eclipseberrycake]

Joyride (Glisten x Reader)

AN: Oh you mean Glisten? Glisten who is literally one of my favorites? Glisten who I played as for a whole month straight regardless of anything? Glisten who I babysit no matter how impractical my toon is for it? That Glisten?

...SAY LESSS

This was a request, so thank you anon!

Look out for MBC pt 6 later tonight by the way! It's almost ready!

☁ Oh my sweet sweet baby boy Glisten. How I love you and your insecure butt.

☁ First off, I need to say this, but you're probably a holiday toon. Now, HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT-

☁ Maybe not christmas, and I know there aren't any Valentines day toons, but IMAGINE. Valentine's day is such a pretty holiday, You're all already gorgeous don't worry! <3

☁ But Glisten? With a V-Day toon?! RAHHH

☁ Very much a love at first sight Toon. Now, HEAR ME OUT-

☁ He's canonically a lot little egotistical and often focused on himself and himself alone, but when he see's your twisted pop up? Nearly runs into a wall. If that's your twisted form, he could only imagine you're normal form.

☁ Rodger later calls him out for this and he has to play it off like a champ.

☁ He knows that all the toons are working super hard to get the research done and the original toons cured and back to normal, but if he works a little harder when he knows you're on the floor? Well...that's no one business but his own.

☁ Rodger is a huge help with this, even after their...admittedly tense relationship (Lol exes.) and before he knows it, you're back to normal, slowly being introduced to the routine of things.

☁ since he's not a main or a specialist, he's given a bit more leeway to stay behind and help ease you into everything. He helps set up your room and mends your clothing if need be. If you need it, he's more than happy to help polish/brush/mend you so you're back you're pristine form.

☁ He's thankful for being a mirror honestly, because in an effort to show you you're newly refreshed form, he's able to admire you feeling like yourself. It looks much better on you than any physical thing he could possibly gift you.

☁ Now, he's down bad. Like I said I feel like he falls hard and fast.

☁ He constantly is looking for ways to show off in front of you, even if it means accidentally hurting himself or overworking himself as he's bound to do.

☁ He needs to achieve perfection in your eyes at all time, and it takes a little while before you're cluing in at last and gently asking him if it was something you had done.

☁ He's quick to reassure that it's nothing on your end and you are just as perfect as the day he first met you. (Sans ichor)

☁ It takes time and patience, but he will eventually open up, bit by bit. He's a prideful toon, so give him time. It's like a wild animal. Stay gentle and soft when discussing these kind of things with him and in time he'll grow comfortable with the uncomfortable and slowly express how he's feeling.

☁ Bro is a huge words of affirmation person, but that's a given. You know what else he is? Acts of service. He canonically wears makeup, so if you carry around smaller version of the products he uses for quick touch ups? He's swooning. If you take the time to pull him behind a crate or something, fixing his bow before sending him on his way with a kiss and smile? He is a mess.

☁ He is not slick about being a lovesick buffoon. He thinks he is. The other toons have a silent agreement to let him think that.

☁ He shows his love in so many ways.

☁ Physical touch? Done. He loves keeping a hand on you at all times whenever possible, always touching or adjusting something on you or pressing pecks to your cheeks whenever the urge strikes.

☁ Words of affirmation? There is not a time where he does not shower you in compliments at all times. He's constantly praising you no matter what you do. Extracting? You're just as good as he is! Distracting? You give those twisted the run around like an angel, don't you know? Walking around collecting research because doing machines sucks? Good, you can join him. Why should you need to dirty your hands at all?

☁ Acts of service? He'll do machines for you, no ifs, ands or buts about it. He's constantly picking up more of your preferred product whenever he notices it's almost empty, Food is brought to you if you're caught up in a project and he'll help you do your routine if you're too tired to do so.

☁ Quality time is also huge for him! He evidently has some abandonment issues, so knowing you're there, within arms length, of him at all times? It makes him so relaxed and puts him so at ease. It's one of his favorite things in all honesty.

☁ Gift giving/ receiving? Also a favorite of his! It never has to be something big either! You once gave him a rock that you thought was super cool and he's kept it on his desk since you've given it to him. He also got you a rock! An engagement ring surprise! LOL IM KIDDING He would not yet. No, he went outside of Gardenview one night, scouring for the perfect rock, finding a heart shaped one that he deemed perfect.

☁ You keep it on a shelf near your bed.

☁ Yk, by penguin standards, you guys are married. Just saying.

☁ Now, his twisted form.

☁ The first time you both encounter it, he wavers just a bit, worrying you'd feel disgust at what was essentially the worst part of him personified.

☁ But you didn't. You're hand entwined with his and held tightly, dragging him away from it when you felt him tense.

☁ "I'm sorry you feel that way." You offer, gently playing with his fingers. He didn't say anything at first, holding onto your hands with both of his. "I promise I'll never abandon you." You try next, eyes wide and wet.

☁ The promise, as sad as it sounds, makes his lips upturn before he's pressing his lips to your knuckles. "Oh my jewel, you're too kind. I know it is you and me until the end of our days." He returns the promise, hearing the three dings of the machines and the call to get to the elevator and quickly. "Come now, you don't want to be nearby when that final machine is finished."

☁ He momentarily ignores your questions, knowing you'll see it first hand, directing you to the elevator. When your both a few steps away the final machine dings and the telltale shatter cracks the sharp silence alone with the cry of agonized pain, screaming "Your LEAVING me?!"

☁ He rushes to get you inside the safety the elevator provides, seeing Flutter quickly use her ability to get away. His twisted self is right behind her, sprinting only to slam onto the invisible wall that miraculously separates them from the Twisteds. You gasp in horror, finding recluse in Glisten who angles you away from the door.

☁ The twisted doesn't care though. As a clone of him, he recognizes you immediately, fists clanking against the wall as it absolutely wails. "You can't leave me! YOU CAN'T-" It practically screams, rearing up to slam on the wall again before the elevator finally slams shut, Connie slipping in while the twisted is distracted with you two.

☁ You're shaking from where Glisten holds you, making him swallow tightly at the thought.

☁ But as usual you are just perfect. "He seemed so...scared." You mention, and those aren't the words he expected.

☁ "Out of everyone, I was able to fight the effects of the Ichor the most. But, even I as perfect as I am, fell victim to the way it made me feel when I realized everyone was leaving. I didn't have anyone to grasp onto to keep me tethered to this world." He admitted, watching Flutter kick the lever to bring them back. They had gotten what they came here for.

☁ "That's terrifying. I'm so sorry." You whisper.

☁ "Don't be. I have you now afterall." He grins. Truthfully, it was scary back when he was a twisted. But now? The only thing that scares him more is losing you.

☁ And He's got no plans on doing that anytime soon.

[cupcakewebkinz]

Blackout Freakout

✮ Sprout and Cosmo have a sleepover! However, a thunderstorm may ruin it... Or will it make the Moderns understand the berry boy just a little more? Who knows! (It's fluffy af I swear) ✮

❀ @soupiestzilla / @soupiestfics own the modern shellvision au ✿ Caretaker Shanon au is mine! ❀

✾ I have severe writers block guys... Sorry if this sucks I just... I needed to do a write wrote or I was going to go insane but my brain wouldn't let me. So feast!!! Rah!!! ✾

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The day was winding down quite peacefully that night, with Toon Shelly and Toon Vee being tight in each other's arms, pop tab rings set beside them on a special red throw pillow they set up beside them just to hold their rings, fast asleep in their pillow pile. Sprout had just settled back down in his usual spot, tail curled over his feet, an empty cup that used to contain tea in hand. Cosmo sat beside him, reading through a cookbook casually, leaving sticky note bookmarks on pages with recipes he wanted to try. The Moderns sat in the pillow pile with the toons, Shanon nearby, the three watching a much more recent dinosaur documentary. A thunderstorm raged on outside, but inside, a different storm was brewing. A dinosaur nerd storm. Sprout just watched as the dinosaur nerds started ranting about spinosaurouses, then he looked over at Cosmo, who had just yawned.

"Getting sleepy, Sugar Cookie?" Sprout softly asked, and the sweetroll just nodded in reply, bookmarking a recipe for double chocolate fudge.

"I'm also really cozy too, I'm okay." The other replied softly, though the two immediately looked up when Gi ran through the room. The chaos entity just went right to the kitchen, then came back out with a large bowl of chips, going right over to the dinosaur fans and sitting near them. The two just giggled in unison when the dinosaur fans started to tell Gi all about dinosaurs- who just listened intensely, curious and happy to learn. So the two just went back to their own thing, Cosmo looking over a key lime pie recipe as Sprout looked outside again. He winced when the lights flickered, getting a tight grip on his arm from Cosmo- a reminder that he's right there.

"I hope the power doesn't go out..." Sprout whispered, and Cosmo nodded in agreement, making the pie recipe before turning to another one in the book.

"It'll be okay, we're all here for you."

"Thank-"

Sprout was cut off when the lights flickered again, now shivering and gripping onto Cosmo's oversized t-shirt tight. Cosmo stayed close, gently shushing his partner to help soothe him. The Moderns were silent, Gi was now holding an emotional support chocolate bar. Shanon also was quiet, sitting up fully now, ready to get up quickly and grab the candles.

The power soon completely turned off, and Shanon immediately sprang into action without a second thought, running right off to grab the flashlights, battery powered fairy lights and candles. Both scented and unscented, depends on the mood. Sprout was silent, breathing heavy, shaking as tears started to form in his eyes. Modern Vee just sat up fully herself, having no idea that turning her screen brightness up all the way to help everyone see was a terrible idea.

"Bad storm, huh?" She commented casually, Modern Shelly now looking defeated.

"That was an actually good ooooooonnnneeeee..." She whined, obviously just sad that the power cut off the documentary. Gi just sat there, looking at the two, soon nudging Modern Shelly really gently.

"Can you tell me more instead? I wanna know all about dinosaurs!" They asked, making Modern Shelly gasp excitedly and nod, and soon she was right back to telling the curious Gachapon all about dinosaurs, just like she did with her toon version a few nights ago. Gi just listened with great interest, which made Modern Vee chuckle at their adorable shenanigans before stealing some of Gi's chips. The gachapon just blinked at it, having no care at all, just invested in the dinosaur chat they were deep in now. The Moderns, and Gi, seemed to just be thriving, while Sprout was falling apart at the seams. Gasping for air, shaking horribly, tears streaming down his face, begging silently for any light source to show up and save him. Cosmo was doing his best, whispering soft words of encouragement and giving him lots of gentle affection, though it wasn't enough to soothe the poor thing. Sprout soon let out a stressed whimper-like noise and got up, scuttling off to find any source of light- of comfort, of an escape from the nightmare he was in. Modern Vee made yet another grave mistake just then- she turned to look at him, to laugh at the display of fear and panic because she thought he was overly exaggerating his fear of the dark.

He was not.

He bolted over to the light source like a moth drawn to a flame, and soon was trembling and latched onto her like she was going to save him, sobbing as he stayed huddled against her. He was terrified out of his mind, wanting to scream- to cry out for Sam and beg them to save him- but he couldn't manage even a slight sound through his uncontrollable sobs and gasps for air. Modern Vee stared at the guy, who usually was the tallest and largest Toon - now curled up so tight he was smaller than Toon Shelly - before just laughing out of pure disbelief.

"Seedly- dude- I'm not your mom, don't act like you're dying just because you want attention, dork." She teased, though when Cosmo came over with a look of genuine concern- when Sprout whimpered like a genuinely terrified puppy- she went silent. He wasn't messing with her... He was genuinely that scared. She knew what to do immediately, gently scooping up the ball and standing up with him, walking off to the kitchen. She heard that she was being followed, but she didn't really care, she just went right to the counter beside the fridge and set the scared boy down for now. Sprout didn't move- he couldn't move- he wanted to move so bad and lie and say he was fine but his body wasn't working with him. Cosmo soon was sitting beside him, rubbing his arm, gently reassuring him without a word. Modern Vee just went right to work, getting the scared man some feelings milk and some of the cookies he had made with Cosmo earlier before going right back over to him. After silently assessing if he could even drink anything for himself, and finding he probably couldn't even hold a hand right now, she grabbed one of the hundreds of silly straws from Shanon's special straw drawer (nobody knows why she has it, not even Shanon herself) and put it in the milk. She then somehow managed to get him to get the straw in his mouth, and he soon was slowly calming down from the green glow around them and sipping on the milk. Modern Vee couldn't help but smile a little at it, at how pathetically adorable he was, at how even the most mature one of the group could go sobbing baby mode on them. Cosmo just wiped his tears with a handkerchief now, smiling at the fact that his beloved was starting to calm down again.

"Thank you, for not judging him too much, I know he appreciates it a lot. I don't know why it's gotten so bad, but I don't really mind, I'm just happy he's okay." Cosmo softly spoke, gently taking a cookie and feeding it to Sprout, who just quietly munched on it after he was done sipping on his milk. He was still trembling and crying, but the gentle care and actual source of light were helping him calm down a bit. Modern Vee just nodded silently, putting the plate of cookies down so Cosmo could take over feeding the berry man, while she put the half empty glass of feelings milk on the other side of him.

"Don't sweat it, while I may not fully understand everything you've been through, I get having fears related to it. Even if it makes you act like a big baby, we're friends here, I don't actually judge. Too much." Modern Vee replied, getting a playful shove from the now grinning berry man.

"You do judge..." He mumbled, getting a laugh out of her.

"I said 'too much' for a reason, Seedly." She teased right back, flicking one of his leaf bangs. He just flicked her antennae, starting to finally laugh after his meltdown. Cosmo just rolled his eyes with a snort, shaking his head afterwards. He soon was giggling as the other two started laughing, while a very quiet and slightly tired Shanon walked in and started setting up battery powered lights around the kitchen so people could get drinks without worrying about running into anything from the power outage.

"The living room has lights in it, if you guys want to go back there. I'm just setting some tea lights in here... Battery powered. Cool, huh?" Shanon said, showing the trio the color changing battery powered candles. The three just nodded, making Shanon smile one of her sleepy but happy smiles before she went back to setting everything up. Sprout sighed, now fully calmed down- for the most part. He looked between the two, then yawned.

"I'm gonna go lay down then... Goodnight you two..." Sprout softly said, though he was stopped and had his ponytail fluffed and laughed at by the modern robot before he could even leave.

"Goodnight, dork." She stated once she was done messing with him, only getting a raspberry blown at her in reply before the berry quietly left. Cosmo looked at her, then stole the feelings milk and sipped it, then blinked a few times.

"This tastes exactly like my favorite icing flavor we'd make at Gardenview, the cotton candy one we'd use on the Astro cookies. That's really good!" He complimented, making Modern Vee's eyes widen. That's what must've made it work so well on him... A reminder of his sweet, shy little boyfriend. It all made sense now.

"Well, I'm glad you like it, kid."

"I'm an adult too..."

"Nah, you Toons are kids. Anywho I gotta take the whiteboard away from my girlfriend before she spirals into 3 am dinosaur yelling, cya dude." She simply said before walking off, though she didn't actually do that. Instead, she went and got Sprout something that was going to be a gift for the toons later- but figured he'd appreciate now. It was a stuffed seal with lights inside of it, supposed to be for keeping the nightmares away, but now it's for keeping the darkness away. She just placed it gently on the now sleeping berry's chest, watched him as he immediately latched onto it, then patted his head gently.

"Sleep well, Sprout. Hope the evil stays away tonight." She whispered, then turned away and went right back to her spot beside Modern Shelly and Gi, pretending she didn't just go soft for her 'arch nemesis'. But she did, and Sprout knew it, because after all the teasing, water wars, fake arguments and endless sarcasm-

They were still great friends that genuinely did care for each other.

And while he couldn't thank her for it now, he was eternally grateful for the gentle love and care he got that night. The dinosaur nerds just pretended they had seen nothing, Cosmo just kinda chilled quietly like he usually did, back to going through recipes in the book he had - just by a lemon cake scented candle now. The rest of the night was a quiet, chaotic but fun time... Without the 3 am whiteboard yelling, as it had become 3 am whiteboard whisper yelling because Shanon wouldn't let them actually yell - even if Shanon herself wanted to scream at the internet with them. The Toons had to sleep, and they respected that, even if the internet was wrong about their beloved dinosaurs.

[rodger-eyeballis]

Mr.Rodger.

What your opinion on the twisted version of Glisten? Considering it's the only twisted with half of own mind and that really similar with your best friend, also i will be interested to just hear what research you made on him and your opinion.

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” Wait a minute.. ‘Twisted’? I don't want to lie, but I've really never heard of such a term. I mean, I've heard it, but it's a completely different context than the one you're describing to me.. And yet, how does this even relate to Glisten? I can only say that the word sounds extremely unpleasant, especially when prescribing it to a living being. For this reason, I ask you not to attribute it to the mirror, please.

But in order not to completely upset you with my ignorance, I could tell you a little about other investigations that I am conducting at this point in time. Right now I'm interested in three problems: The first and most important is the problem with the Managers (or, more simply, our creators), who, after their stunning failure (which I'm still trying to figure out), left us in a huge building without access to any exit to the outside. Moreover, there is no way out, at least on the floor of the Gardenview Center. Due to the limited supply of food, this situation is getting even worse. That's why I'm always rummaging through various papers scattered throughout the complex: to find a solution to the mystery of our "uselessness." I didn't learn much, because I usually came across bills for communal payments and other various unnecessary things. However, I did find some interesting specimens, but I prefer to keep silent about them. I'm sure the main characters know about this situation better than I do, but it's like they've had their mouths sewn shut. They avoid the subject, no matter how hard I try to get them to talk.

The second secret is the Ichor mining or the ichor operation itself, created by Dandy. I don't know why he needs so much liquid, but it looks extremely strange. Previously, as I learned from one classified entry, Ichor was the ‘ink for creating live cartoons,’ which MAY have been the reason toons appeared in this world. I'm not exactly sure, but it seems that we all consist of Ichor to some extent (our blood is really black. But I can't explain our birth. As I said, most of the toons memories are fake, so people could just erase some of the ‘scary’ parts of the story from our heads so that there would be fewer problems). However, what we are mining now looks more like "something spoiled", as if it has long since exhausted its usefulness due to poor conditions of detention. Even the smell of the current Ichor causes some "hallucinogenic effects" and dizziness, which prevents us from being on some floors. The flower assures us that ichor will help us in the future (however, it avoids answering how), which I am beginning to doubt, especially after personal attempts to study the liquid.

And one last thing.. The abrupt loss of Astro. We didn't want to offload this topic, hoping to somehow determine the location of this toon, but all to no avail. Since everyone knows that the star boy only leaves his room at night because of his drowsiness, no one has noticed the loss yet, which plays into my hands - we don't need unnecessary panic. The only one who knows about this is Brigtney, as Astro is the second leader of the Literary Club, managing the library at night.. I would talk about this in more detail, but the topic is not suitable right now. That's why I'm overwhelmed with work. ”

[Key event: Blog story update. Added new information in the profile post.]

[shy-nightmare]

The Woes of a Work Marriage

Summary: Twisted Twyla Toonz learns that there is such a thing as a work marriage. The weasels learn that the woman who they are all obsessed in love with claim her to be their work wife…whether she knows it or not. And chaos ensues.

Tagging: @weaselnerd, @lastofautumn, @spookiifi, @amberfox232, @trashogram A.K.A. @mantisandthemoondragon

Since I’ve started my own little Yandere content regarding the Toon Patrol, I thought I would experiment a little more with this goofy rom-com crackfic @marinerainbow made, inspired by DrewTalbert, also known as “Bistro Huddy” who made this hilarious “Work Wife” skit on YouTube. Ever since I started watching, I am now completely obsessed with this hilarious channel. I’m not afraid to admit it 😆

For the sake of plot, let’s say that this is part of Tom’s truce with the weasels. He and his pack assist the weasels with their “line of work” part-time, and the weasels are given the privilege to spend time with their darling Twyla don’t do anything malicious and/or threatening to them or Roger. Like…Adam can offer them info about some of the criminal Toons they’re after, Echo can assist in keeping Twyla safe while they’re out, and Tom can dig up some dirt and/or collect bounties).

Hope you guys enjoy this silly drabble of mine ^^!

Credit for inspiration goes to @marinerainbow and Drew Talbert. Please go check out their own wonderful content! ^^

This chapter contains silly weasel shenanigans, Yandere crackhead chaos, Twyla having no clue what is going on or what a work marriage is, and Greasy called out for being a sexual deviant. As per usual 😂

It was a rare—and almost frightening—sight to see Sergeant Smartass Weasel smiling. Not in an unnerving way that will make your blood run cold as you face the barrel of his revolver, not in smug pride after committing grand larceny and rubbing it right on the cops' faces, but from actual genuine joy to see another person. Which confused Twisted Twyla Toonz to say the least when she first entered his office to drop off the paperwork he requested from Adam.

For some odd reason, Smartass requested Twyla to drop it off. Why, though? She’ll probably never know.

“Should I ask why you’re in such a good mood?” she asked, carefully setting the documents down on his desk.

“Nothin’, ‘cept the grand business deal with dat quack Scrooge McDuck,” the head weasel snickered, giving Twyla a good guess on how “grand” his deal with the miserly elderly duck sounded. Unbeknownst to her, Smartass was internally relishing the sight of his bambola strolling into his office with those long, svelte legs of hers. “What, can’t I feel all chipper about it?”

“Sure, if you enjoy scaring your boys with that creepy-ass smile to the point of sending them back to heaven,” Twyla snarked humorously, “Scaring people is my job, you know.”

“Bein’ a smartass is my job too, you know.” The pink-clad crime lord returned her snarky comment, but he wasn’t irritated by it. He breathed out a few chuckles before he noticed a new, unwelcomed presence and looked up just in time to see his right-hand man seething in envy from seeing Smartass alone with the Twisted Toon lady in pursuit. While she wasn’t aware, he cast Greasy an equally heated warning glare while silently reminding him not to fuck this deal up. Besides, Twyla can do so much better than waste her precious time with this damn pervert.

As sad as it was, Smartass put his mean mug back on. “All right, I business ta’ settle. Shoo.”

It wasn’t lost on Twyla that Smartass was back to his brash self, but she didn’t make any implication on that. And she had a feeling that Greasy was going to say something that would earn him another plunger to the face, so she had to clear out. The horror halfie walked off with an elegant stroll, politely passing Greasy and slipped out of their lives the office. She accidentally brushed the Spaniard’s chin with her tail, unaware of the massive explosion of hearts dancing around his head upon impact.

He watched her go with a soft, lovesick sigh. She will be his. One day.

“Incluso la forma en que camina es como ver caminar a un ángel~” he purred.

A paperweight nearly cracked the back of his skull. “Ay!”

“Shuddap, Grease.”

Shutting up was not on Greasy’s plans. Not after what he just witnessed. The Hispanic gangster took his time grabbing a cup of coffee from the cupboard and pouring himself some of the much-needed caffeinated liquid which did nothing to soothe the angry, raging beast fighting tooth and claw to break free, all while casting Smartass a very ominous glare who was ever-increasingly returning to his persona. But as much as he wanted to murder the insufrible bastardo rosa, take charge and claim Lupita for himself, he wasn’t stupid enough to ruin everything they came up with to ensure his love’s safety and ruin the deal negotiations he—they had all worked very hard to propose to Tom.

So instead, he wore his usual smirk as he sauntered over his boss’s desk. “So, I see you and my Lupita—I mean, Twyla—have a little something going on~”

Usually there would be a tapping foot, or a death glare, or a twitching hand and glancing towards the nearest object that would tell the tallest enforcer of the weasel mafia that there was indeed something happening between his traitor of a boss and the love of his life, which would be unacceptable. However, Smartass must have been truly exhausted since he just let out an irritated huff and continued stirring his coffee. “There ain’t nothin’ going on. That’s just how a woirk marriage is.”

The feigned ear-to-ear grin on Greasy’s face fell like a fried egg rolling off a frying pan, and his brain was instantly shutting down from the Brooklyn-born bastard’s absolute betrayal. His blood ran cold like ice, but the tiny flicker of fire in his heart lit itself up. “A…a work marriage?”

“What? You nevah heard of it?” The hint of wrathful jealousy in Greasy’s dark chocolate eyes seemed to be lost on the boss despite their current situation. He looked more surprised at the thought of him, Greasy, not being aware of the special relationship one could have with their spouses—ahem, coworkers. “Well, I ain’t explainin’ it—”

“Oh, I know what a work marriage is. Because I'm her work husband.”

The sip that Smartass had attempted to drink almost got coughed up onto his suit. Coughing, the Sergeant actually had to set the cup down before he glowered at the lecherous, leech-brained Lieutenant. There was absolutely no fuckin’ way his ears were working right. At least Greasy better hope they weren’t, “Excuse you???”

Instead of being intimidated, Greasy just crossed his arms and seemed to take on the challenge. He will not back down since this is his relationship with Twyla on the line here. “You heard me, Lander.” Smartass’s eyes dangerously thinned into slits at the mention of his surname Greasy dared to address him as, “Twyla is my work wife. If she’s work married to anybody in this world, it’s me.”

“Oh, hell no. Fuck off, Rodriguez. She’s work married t'me.”

“No, Twy-Lala is my work wife.”

“WHAT?!”

“¡¿QUÉ?!”          

The two weasels whipped their heads towards the doorway, looking at a just-woken, disheveled, feral-looking Psycho who was staring at them like they were the insane ones. And he was sending the Puerto Rican zoot-suit gangster in particular a glare that could make any iron-willed man feel weak in the bladder. “You could barely restrain yourself with your pillows, so like hell you’re gonna work marry Twy-Lala.”

At hearing that, Smartass immediately turned back to Greasy with disgust and rage burning in his eyes. “Oh! You’ve been humpin’ your fuckin’ pillows for how long, and yet you’re here tryin' ta' move in on her?! You think you can just stake yer claim on my woirk wife?!”

“MY work wife! Get your own!”

“And who’s to say I must share the love of my life with the likes of you two, eh?” Greasy glowered between his comrades with a hand to his chest, like he wasn’t just getting on Smartass’s case for being work married to the goddess who he worships the ground she steps on for behind his back. “How is that fair?”

“How is that fair – MOTHERFU—”      

“Duh, what’s happening here?”

All three looked straight at the muscle, eating an apple from the fruit bowl as he entered the kitchen. Seeing the sweet teddy bear of a weasel come in all confused made Smartass and Greasy narrow their eyes at him in suspicion. Psycho’s eyes zeroed on him, the swirls in his eyes immediately stopped moving…which is definitely something to worry about. “Estúpido, you better not say you’re Twyla’s work husband too.”

Stupid blinked at his older brother and coworkers for a moment, before his hazel eyes lit up once he caught up with the topic of discussion and shook his head, “Huh? Oh no no no, we’re not work married!”

“Good. I don’t need’ta deal with yo—”

“She’s my work mom!”

The whole room fell silent. Nothing but complete silence. Stupid shivered from the sudden drop of temperature, even though it was currently above 70 degrees Fahrenheit outside the station. His cheerful smile slowly faltered and his ears drooped, noticing the looks of shock and rage on the other three’s faces. “What?”

“SOMEONE STARTED A WORK FAMILY WITH MY TWY-LALA?!”

Greasy grabbed Stupid by the shoulders and shook him violently.

"¡Dime quién es el bastardo en este momento!"

“Is there ANYBODY in this office NOT puttin’ the moves on her?!”

“I’m not, Boss!”

“Not now, Stu. The adults are talkin'.”

Breakfast and coffee were on no one’s minds right now. The entire kitchen was quickly filled with screaming, threats, and proclamations of betrayal. Poor Stupid could only stand there, quivering at the sight of the furious three weasels. Normally, Wheezy would be there to break up the fight, before Smartass could throw the toaster, or Psycho could pounce on somebody, or Greasy could stab one of them. But unfortunately, the smoker wasn’t around to save the day this time.

“What the fuck’s going on here?!”

All four weasels whipped their heads to see their darling in discussion standing by the doorway, gun drawn out. She had just stepped back into the building after a smoke break with Wheezy when she heard the commotion. Jesus Christ, it sounded like they were under attack! And seeing the scene before her only justified her guess. She just barely managed to contain her yelp of surprise when suddenly all three pairs of eyes locked onto her, making her hide her gun back in her hostler while standing up straight at attention. The moment for her to escape was long gone now.

“Guys…?”

A long silence hung in the air was the first three weasels all looked at each other, as if agreeing upon something, then looked right back at Twyla. Next to her, Stupid scratched under his propeller in confusion as his work mom’s ears lowered from the awkward silent tension.

___

“W—Work marriage? What are you guys talking about?”

Having this conversation taken out to the living room, Twyla was seated on the middle of the couch and could only gape at her “coworkers” in confusion while trying to hide her embarrassed blush (seeing her blush like that made them all internally coo at how fucking adorable she is). The list of errands she was working on for her family was currently disregarded, but all she could focus on was the boogle surrounding her. Smartass was sitting straight up in his own chair, tapping his foot with his arms crossed while smoking his prized cigar. Greasy had been trying to sit next to Twyla on either side, though he kept getting driven off by Psycho who was curled up next to her like a guard dog. And Stupid was busy getting himself a bowl of cereal in the kitchen now that it wasn’t crowded anymore.

The ravenette’s pie-cut amethyst eyes slowly darted between each individual, her ears dropping from the way they were all looking at her. They all appeared to be calm, though they shared a stern expression like they were all in an important, serious office meeting. But it was the look in their eyes that perturbed her the most. Their eyes were very intense, and they all focused on her. Not the way that made her feel like she did something that pissed them off, even though they assured her that wasn’t the case, but there was something about the look in their eyes that made her tense up. Something that could only be described as…possessive.

Twyla blinked after a moment of silence when the trio finished explaining what a work marriage is. “So…a work marriage basically is a close relationship between coworkers who have a strong bond based on trust, affection, and support?”

“Right.”

“And…it’s common?”

“Sí.”

“And…” Twyla pointed at herself, “I’m the work wife?”

“Yep! Hehehe!” 

She had heard many strange and unusual things before. Hell, she is strange and unusual herself. But this was even beyond her definition of strange and unusual. A work wife? A work wife as in being “work married” to a coworker who they work together at the same workplace in the same business? How could there be such a thing as a work marriage? How does that even work? And, more importantly, why would the Toon Patrol, the most feared “police station” in all of Toontown, consider her, a former enemy, as their “work wife”?

“I don’t know how we can make dis any clearer, but fine.” Smartass huffed out a puff of smoke as he leaned forward, almost looking like he was in the middle of one of his business meetings. And apparently, this was an important business meeting. “Youse maroons think Twyla ‘ere is your woirk wife. Which is bullshtick, ‘cuz I’m the one dat hired her and I showed 'er da ropes, therefore she is my woirk wife.”

He grinned at her smugly, “Ain’t dat right, baby?”

“Baby?” Did he just call her “baby”? Twyla’s face could have exploded, “Smartass, what—”

“Twyla, mi amor, it’s all right. I know this is all a terrible misunderstanding.” Greasy still hadn’t managed to slip past Psycho, so he chose to kneel in front of her and take her manicured hand in his all dramatic like. The jade-clad gangster knew this is all a misunderstanding! His precious darling would never leave him for anybody! Hell, he won’t even let her! Especially not for these bastardos! He looked at her like she had hung the moon in the night sky, and all Twyla could do was freeze like a deer caught in the headlights and blush like a tomato as he kissed her hand a few times. He could just stare at those gorgeous pools of purple crystals and stars forever. “Just tell these ungrateful, selfish putas that you and I alone are exclusive. Then we can get back to normal, sí?”

“Huh, w-what—??”  

Twyla was once again interrupted, but this time by Psycho as he hopped over the couch just to smack Greasy in the face and hiss like a territorial housecat. The second-in-command managed to jump back in time to bare his teeth, but that didn’t make the lunatic back off, "¡¿Qué carajo?!"

“You stay away from her, you freaky walking hazard!”

“Yeah, you couldn’t even keep her safe from gettin’ shot!”

“I COULDN’T EVEN KEEP HER SAFE?!” Greasy roared, standing up to his fullest height. His dark eyes flashed like lightning and his lips pulled into a menacing growl, revealing his barbarous sharp yellow fangs. “I was there for her while you all were sticking to Doom like a bunch of ticks, and I warned her to stay out of the case so she could stay alive! I saved her from getting blown up! I avenged her when she saved us! I could prove myself worthy if he would just give me a chance!”

Avenged me? Prove his worth? What is he talking about? Twyla’s ears lowered from the enraged Lieutenant’s shouting, but the confusion was just as deafening. Who’s he?

While the three spiraled into yet another argument, the demoness heaved out a defeated sigh before looking towards the clueless goofball in the kitchen. She could just sneak him out of there while no one was looking and take him out for ice cream to distract him from the batshittery happening right now. But she doesn’t even have the energy to fight the trio off if they caught her. How could she fix this problem-

“All right, then. How about a fight?”

Blinking back into the present and getting over the jarring sudden silence that befell the living room, Twyla looked over her shoulder to see the source of the familiar, coarse voice. Wheezy stood in the middle of the open front door, smoking seven of his Marlboro cigarettes. The arguing must have been loud enough to cover Wheezy coming inside. But either way, him announcing his presence caused his coworkers to actually pause in their bickering, “You heard me.”

Oh God, no. “I-I- Wheezy, what?” What is he doing?

The chain-smoker just shrugged as he kicked the door closed behind him, taking turns to look each and every one of them in the eye—including Psycho, despite the probability of him taking that as a challenge and putting Wheezy in his place due to the mood he was in now being high. He didn’t even bother trying to hide his smirk while putting out his smokes on the nearest ashtray he could fine, that being the coat rack holding Greasy’s trench coat as he reiterated, “If you blokes want her to choose, why not prove your worthiness and fight for her? Isn’t that one of the most sacred traditions of a work marriage?”

“What?!” Twyla’s eyes widened. This is all too much to take. Since when do work marriages exist, and since when do they have traditions? Why was Wheezy escalating things?! He’s the Patrol’s medic for God’s sakes! “Are-Are you trying to get yourself killed?!”

Glancing back to the others, she could see the gears turning in Psycho’s and Greasy’s heads as they briefly shared a look. Fortunately, though, Smartass at least was currently stuttering out a response in disbelief. Hopefully, that meant the mobster’s sanity was coming back.

“Well? What do you say, Boss?”

“You know what?!” Finally, Smartass was being the leader he should have been from the start! Standing up and pointing a threatening finger at the armory expert, who just raised an amused brow right back at him, he snapped, “You don’t just come in here and—”

It was too late. The time for common sense in this station had passed. That was made obvious when Smartass was sent flying over his chair and across the room.

Oh fuck!

Psycho let out a battle screech and launched himself right at Smartass. The straitjacket-clad weasel’s screeching and the boss’s cursing and gun clicking echoed the walls of the room, and all Greasy did was pull out his switchblade and clean the blade. He prepared himself for war.

“GREASY, NO!” Twyla’s cry was ignored as the Spaniard immediately ran towards the struggling two. He roared ferociously and raised his switchblade up before he swooped down and nearly slashed Psycho’s face, knocking the spiky-haired lunatic off the leader. Twyla leapt up to her feet with the intention of trying to break up the fight, though before she could take a step towards the brawl, Wheezy placed his stained paw on her shoulder. Looking behind her, Twyla watched him shake his head. “Wheezy!”

“It ain’t worth it. Let ‘em get it out of their system. It’s better this way, luv.” The Cockney weasel casually shrugged, gently escorting her and Stupid who he’d already summoned to the door. With careful footing and slowly closing the door back shut, the trio made it out to the mid-morning sky of Downtown Toontown.

“But—” Twyla was about to protest again, when to her surprise, it was Stupid who interrupted her. He gently held her right hand in a protective grasp since he couldn’t reach her shoulders and motioned for her to follow Wheezy towards the van. The two got in with Twyla in the middle, and Wheezy put in the keys, then the gunner drove the van out of the driveway, leaving his rivals in the dust.

Twyla sighed, putting her face in her hands. God, it hadn’t reached noon yet and already she was suffering from an awful migraine. Although Wheezy took pity at his sweet cupcake’s state, the look of worry and slight anger towards him was absolutely adorable, so he sighed and put a comforting hand on his work wife’s left shoulder. “Trust me, it’s for the best. Besides, it don’t really matter in the end. Does it?” his grin broadened.

The tiny frown on Twyla’s beautiful face faltered at that, and she tilted her head like a confused puppy which made the criminal’s heart internally soar and squeal from how fucking precious that was. He swore he could just marry her right now. Now that he had thought about it, that might be the next big step of his plan to have her all to himself. But not without her brother’s blessing…and surviving that scary bastard’s wrath.

“How?”

“‘Cause they know that out of everybody here, I’m your true work spouse.”

“Oh my God—”

“Hey! I didn’t say anythin’ about just being the only one! I’m sayin’ that I’m also the patriarch of our little work harem~”

“Seriously, how does a work marriage even work?!”

__________

Somehow, despite her soured mood, despite the waging three-way war happening in Downtown, Twyla still managed to get a smile, and even a chuckle from seeing Stupid smiling as he was working on his goal to make her an ice cream drawing. Sitting across from the duo, Wheezy could barely hide a smile of his own seeing Twyla happy as she enjoyed her own small cup of chocolate ice cream soothed the nerve-wrecking distress in Wheezy’s system as he had to endure when he’s putting up with his rivals’ teammates’ bullshit.

Though he would never say it aloud, it was such a relief to see the woman who had been once his and his gang’s enemy now his reason to live he had been desperately searching for years finally being able to enjoy the rare moment of peace. He can only imagine how chaotic her own life is when she has that trigger-happy maniac for a twin brother and a boss, and how many times she had put her life on the life for him even if she wasn’t injured because they were both “protecting the town”. Wheezy did understand that twins have a bond like no other, and they are family, but what is it about their family bond that ends them both (mostly Twyla) in the hospital every single time the weasels are on the case that the twins and their pack just so happen to be involved in?

Why is it that every time shit hits the fan, it’s always got to be them, especially those two?

“Here you go! I’m done!” Stupid’s voice broke Wheezy from his perturbed train of thoughts, and he was brought back into the present to see the potato weasel hold up his “ice cream drawing”.

“Awe, for me? How sweet!” Twyla’s heart warmed to the max seeing the adorable ice-cream made drawing of her and Stupid. He was improving a lot with his drawing technique (not that she had anything bad to say about his stick-figure drawing style!) and has been apparently working on including the details regarding the texture, shading, and body language. The two were holding hands together while having a picnic under the light of the full moon followed by a group of bats holding flowers…which is just too much cuteness for the Twisted Toon princess to handle. However, her smile faltered a bit in confusion upon noticing a third member leaning against the large dead tree, his figure shadowed by the darkness.

“Wait, who’s that?” she asked.

“Duh, that’s Wheezy!” her protégé responded with a beam in his smile. “I wanted to draw him too, since he’s a part of our work family too!”

Oh shit, Wheezy forgot to tell her about work families!

“Work family?” Twyla arched a brow.

“Yup!” the sweet potato nodded, “You’re my work mom, and Wheezy is my work dad!”

Twyla’s jaw dropped in shellshocked silence. Wheezy turned to check on her when he noticed something. Twyla wasn’t looking at Stupid or him; she was looking at something—or someone— behind Wheezy. Her spoon fell back on the cup, and she gently grabbed Stupid’s hand. “Um, Stu, we gotta go. Sorry, Wheezy.”

The two were gone in a flash, leaving a confused and alone Wheezy in the outdoor ice cream parlor. Until he noticed a dark looming shadow veiling him, and he felt an ice-cold chill run down his spine. His bloodshot eyes slowly looked up, and his heart completely stopped at the sight of a frightening Gunslinger Tom Toonz standing over him, his eyes dark with black—and blood-red— murderous rage.

“You started a work family with my sister?”

“Ohhhhhhhhh……..fuck.”

~

Wheezy, we’re praying for you🙏

Anyway, sorry for the long wait! Hope you guys like the drabble 😄

[dudefromwormhole]

Here’s my random headcanon for Dandy’s World

Toons don’t swear, but if they would all of their swearing would be silenced. So it’d basically look like:

“Oh you m…………r”, which makes the swear word loose it’s entire vibe and energy, therefore making it… kinda meaningless to actually swear?

Even Shrimpo doesn’t swear cause it makes him seem silent, which he, of course, hates.

Also I think this applies to all except for Dandy and Vee, with first being an *as an elite best boi I am allowed to do what you can’t* and the latter getting actual beep noise, cause she’s a tv(or whatever they used for censorship in 90s to 2000s).

[hplonesomeart]

Lol, the Toon boy art isn't stopping anytime soon, I have so many wips of the lad that I will jump you with at some later date. Your comments in the tags of my posts are always such a mood booster and I thank you for them! Love your work and I hope to keep seeing more you beacon of positivity!

Aww yea no problem!! It’s my favorite hobby to waddle around art blogs, splurge out a bunch of words from my brain, before silently waddling away again (and preparing to repeat the cycle in a couple days time jksjsksp). Plus whenever people say they value my words it only further reinforces the fact I’d ought to keep doing so! Tumblr lurking has become part of my routine, and it’s typically the highlight of my days to support the creative community thriving here. A nice little safe haven removed from any troubles—just like T.V time! :)

Glad you enjoy the tags and keep going with the cool work you do! I’ll try to keep my own art endeavors going as well (once I can safely get out of the chokehold which is preparing for my English & Speech class presentations) 👍✨

[tenjad129]

PLANET OF THE TOONS POSTER CONCEPTS 31-60 (May 11, 2024 - February 2, 2025)

Now that I got all sixty mockup poster design conceptual artwork done thus far for my Planet of the Toons epic work still in progress thus far, may I present, ladies and gentlemen, young and old, the latest 30 poster conceptual artworks done by me for my Planet of the Toons epic in progress done between May 11, 2024 to today February 2, 2025. (and that is, Poster Concept Art 31-60)

Now, imagine a world where mighty saurians (or dinosaurs) still roam the land, and real people of living flesh and blood co-exist with fantastic beings and creatures of living cartoon ink and paint.

But it is also a world where a prophecy will be fulfilled, and where a young leader from our planet (the visiting astronaut David Zarus of Earth, that is) will emerge alongside some of his most unusual companions - an adorable and heroic pair of brother and sister mice (Fievel Mousekewitz and Tanya Mousekewitz from An American Tail, or the Fievel Goes West versions of both mouse boy and girl in particular), a rascally rabbit (Looney Tunes' Bugs Bunny), a greedy duck (Daffy Duck, also from Looney Tunes), and a brave boy genius (Dexter from Dexter's Laboratory) - to command an army of seven thousand warriors against the forces of an evil toon nerd (Dexter's jealous and hateful nerdy rival Mandark of Dexter's Laboratory: Ego Trip infamy) who threatens to enslave the universe.

It is going to be the epic battle for control of an entire planet of the toons.

Now, anyway, PLANET OF THE TOONS is going to be, I hope, one of the most amazing, incredible, awe-inspiring, unusual, interesting, remarkable, extraordinary, phenomenal, extra-special, and uniquely entertaining films of any kind that we’ll ever see in a very long time.

Being Timothy Robert McKenzie's (or I'd rather actually make that MY) monumental epic of good versus evil as well as of life and adventure being lived on so many different levels among all different kinds of races and species of fantastic beings and creatures - many of them being played by all kinds of cartoon characters and personalities from all across the history and world of animation art - it is a gigantic saga chock-full of action, adventure, romance, drama, pathos, and the occasional cartoon comedy slapstick humor and anarchy that one would still expect from something straight out of the Golden Age of American Animation, while also being very steeped both in the tradition of epic fantasy and science fiction as well as in the history and world of  animation and cartoons of any kind in America and elsewhere.

All of these things are meant to be highly entertaining and enjoyable in a very good way.  And while many of the more full-blooded epic moments of action, adventure and drama are strange, unlikely territory for any type of cartoon characters that has had their original roots in early 20th Century vaudeville and silent film as well as classic slapstick comedy, some are meant to illustrate, even in the near, middle, or far future, the true determiners of a heroic civilization across the stars, such as the struggle of right and wrong, courage in the face of oppression, the willingness to sacrifice one’s self for the greater good, and the belief that good will ultimately triumph over evil. 

And think of it all as like a sweeping 21st Century combination of “The Lord of the Rings” and “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” (with some elements of Dune, Star Wars, even James Cameron's AVATAR movies being thrown in for good measure!), only set on another planet just like our own planet Earth, but located on the faraway edge of the universe out in space. 

Among the living ink-and-painted cartoon beings and creatures appearing in this rousing, action-packed, vividly told, and breathtakingly awesome epic tale of otherworldly visitation includes (but are not limited to): Bugs Bunny, King of Rascals and Tricksters, Daffy Duck, his greedy rival, Elmer Fudd, the not-so-mighty hunter prowling through Acme Forest (all three of whom are of Looney Tunes fame), Gertie the Dinosaur (the first cartoon character with a personality, created by Windsor McCay of Little Nemo fame), Popeye the Sailor, Olive Oyl, J. Wellington Wimpy, Bluto (all four of whom were once worked on by the Fleischer Bros. and created by E.C. Segar), Ali Baba’s Forty Thieves (probably from some old 17-minute-long Popeye color cartoon from 1937), Dexter the Boy Genius, Dee Dee, his sister (of Dexter's Laboratory fame), Mickey Mouse, Goofy, Donald Duck, Jiminy Cricket (of the Disney Pinocchio fame), Scrooge McDuck (all of them Disney characters, though Scrooge McDuck himself actually originated in a comic book by Carl Barks), Mandark Astronomenov, the Dark Lord of the planet and Dexter’s jealous and hateful rival (of Dexter's Laboratory Ego Trip infamy, that is), and Fievel Mousekewitz and Tanya Mousekewitz, the brother and sister mouse pair decreed by an ancient prophecy, along with one of three visiting astronauts from Earth, to save the PLANET OF THE TOONS around them all from the long-standing and destructive evil unleashed by Mandark many centuries ago. 

The magic is that even in the future, heroes still come in many shapes, sizes and species, and that’s perfectly fine. And very soon you along with your friends and loved ones can enjoy this gigantic, sweeping epic of a wondrous, heroic civilization where cartoons and humans - okay, and still-living dinosaurs, too! - share a faraway planet of color, sound, and vision, where good and evil struggle for control of all around them, and all in the comfort of your favorite movie theater near you...and ON YOUR PLANET. 

Anyway, that's all, folks, for now...

[slashingdisneypasta]

OK EVER SINCE YOU ANSWERED THE SAD SMARTY-POP EXCERPT, I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT DRAGON!TOON PATROL (and princess Poppy *cough*). Now that asks are open, I need to vent these thoughts.

I'm not entirely sure how they'd work in this AU. But all five of these dragons somehow found each other, and have decided its best to stay together. I can't decide if they hang around an abandoned, dilapidated castle or they've got a big cave in the mountains (maybe they could be the reason the castle was abandoned? 👀)

Smartass is the smallest dragon, but that only gives him more incentive to be as tough and viscious possible. It's how he can be the leader of these insane overgrown lizards.

Greasy is a sort of secondary leader, when for whatever reason Smartass isn't available to keep everyone in check. And even has been the mastermind behind some of their raids. One thing is for certain though; His tastes in the fairer sex go beyond scales (ladies? 👀)

Wheezy is the silent, scary one of the group with the best fire breather of them all. Dirty, kind of torn up, and smoke billowing from his mouth all times, this dragon's favorite places to terrorize/raid are tobacco farms (no cigarettes, but he can chew the stuff)

Psycho is the one who gets the most kicks out of striking fear in humans the most. While the others may be busy finding whatever goods that interest them in a village, Psycho can easily be found chasing the villagers.

Stupid, although the strongest and biggest, is the most easily swayed dragon out of them all. You could offer this big lug food, and he'll gladly take the bribe.

To keep with the gang theme, maybe these guys keep a few villages in line? If the people give them what they want, they'll be mostly left alone. (I'm not quite sure. I haven't though of much lore behind this AU 😅)

I'm not sure how Doom could come into play here. Maybe he could be a corrupt king that pays them to do his dirty work like in the Fairytale AU?

I don't have tid-bits for all the dragon boys, but here's one for Wheezy. I imagine that he can do some pretty neat tricks with his fire. Like blowing out certain shapes, or knowing how to control it where it won't burn you, but just leave a very hot tickle. Imagine him showing them off to you 👀

Alright, I wasn't sure if I should have included Poppy in this, but I feel obligated to share my thoughts XD Poppy is a princess who got married off to a prince who treats her coldly (Ben). When the dragons attacked her home, by some circumstance or another, she got taken (I'm not quite sure how yet. Maybe she was trying to be diplomatic and it all went wrong. Maybe it was Smartass just being cruel to the royals. Or maybe it was Greasy's idea because- you know why 🙄 or Psycho felt enamored with her). Either this can go in a classic Beauty and the Beast style, or a angsty/darker route.

Anyways, those are my thoughts! I hope dragon weasels bring you as much joy as they've been bringing me lately XD

DRAGONS!!

Sorry for the late reply, I am finished with Placement but I still have assignments to finish and get before... well, the end of today 😅 Its okay though, I only have 2 left. I am very very excited to hear about dragons!!

First of all- YES to the idea of them causing a castle to be abandoned!! I can only imagine the chaos, but its glorious. These 5 terrifying, mean dragons deciding this place is their new place, and they have some fun with the humans there for a while (By which i mean Psycho and Greasy had fun with them... ) ... but when they escaped, that was fine, now they have the place to themselves! XD

Ahhhh! I love them!! || Smartass being kind of feral?? Like, I bet he's bigger then a human but he's smaller then the other dragons so he's so vicious-- that would be terrifying. I love that! || Greasy... Greasy lemme just quickly remind you I am a Certified monster fucker- || WHEEZY! Okay he is definitely my favourite. I'm imagining gassy, fumy smoke just slipping and rolling uncontrollably outta the corners of his mouth at all times, so he looks monstrous and gross. And just, the fact that you mentioned he'll chew the tobacco!! (Cowboy!!) and also the tricks! XD Yesssss, that's so cool XDD || OF COURSE you are the gremlin dragon, Psycho, of course XD I love this, its so perfect for him. I kindof imagine him to be a more lithe, lizard-like dragon. Creepy to be around, freaky to look at. Genuinely makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. || Awwww Stupid!! He is my next favourite after Wheezy XDD I wanna feed him so bad!! I wanna make him my huge terrifying dragon friend XD I will take a leaf out of Mrs Bickermans book XD Not Sadie's... though- maybe if I could get Ben- XD

And yes!! Always include Poppy! When in doubt, include her ^^ You knowwww she's canon to me XD And ahhhh! I love all those ideas, I honestly dunno which I like more <3

[laresearchette]

Thursday, December 07, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

This Video Not Available in Your Country: Thursday Canadian Lineup (Times Eastern):

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: THE BLACK HAMPTONS (BET +) ARCHIE (BritBox) THE ENVOYS (Paramount +) THE LOVERS (Sundance Now/AMC+) CHRISTMAS AT THE OPRY (Global) 8:00pm TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT (W Network) 8:00pm SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY (Slice) 10:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT: SILENT NIGHT, FATAL NIGHT (Premiering on December 09 on Lifetime Canada at 8:00pm) THE MISSION (TBD - Nat Geo Canada)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

CBC GEM KID SISTER (Season 2)

NETFLIX CANADA ANALOG SQUAD (TH) THE ARCHIES (IN) HILDA (Season 3) I HATE CHRISTMAS (Season 2) (IT) HIGH TIDES (BE) MY LIFE WITH THE WALTER BOYS NAGA (SA) WORLD WAR II: FROM THE FRONTLINES (GB)

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 7:00pm: Sabres vs. Bruins (TSN2) 7:00pm: Kings vs. Habs (TSN4/TSN5) 7:00pm: Leafs vs. Sens (TSN3) 9:00pm: Jets vs. Avalanche (SNWest) 9:00pm: Hurricanes vs. Flames (SNPacific) 10:00pm: Wild vs. Canucks

STARS ON ICE - KURT'S FINAL TOUR 2023 (CBC) 8:00pm: A star-studded cast, including Patrick Chan and Elvis Stojko, pay tribute to Canadian legend Kurt Browning.

NFL FOOTBALL (TSN) 8:15pm: Patriots vs. Steelers

BARBARA KNOX AT 90 (CBC) 9:00pm: Celebrating Barbara Knox's 90th birthday; a chance to see the real Barbara away from the lights of the "Corrie" set.

AUSSIE GOLD HUNTERS (Discovery Canada) 9:00pm

STAY TOONED (Documentary) 9:00pm/9:30pm/10:00pm/10:30pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Eric talks with Ben Schwartz, Angelo Muredda and Lake Bell about the good of being bad and ugly. In Episode Two, Eric talks with Russell Peters, Selma Purac, and Lauren Faust about cartoons and consumerism. In Episode Three, Eric talks with James Adomian, Nic Sammond and Noelle Stevenson about queerness in cartoons. In Episode Four, Eric talks with Bobby Moynihan, Natalie Coulter, and Elamin Abdelmahmoud about PSAs and moral messaging on Saturday mornings.

CANADA'S DRAG RACE (Crave) 9:00pm

OUTBACK OPAL HUNTERS (Discovery Canada) 10:00pm: The Misfits prove their worth to Opal Joe with an ancient bulldozer on their last dig; the Opal Whisperers suffer from infighting; the Cheals race against the clock and seasonal storms to rescue their mission.

CANADIAN REFLECTIONS (CBC) 11:30pm: Tabanca; Hatha

[beep-beep-sunny]

Day 1!! (Fashionably late) Reddie week- mythical creatures!! (Richie is a ghost)

Ghosts in movies are usually ancient beings of untold power or Victorian children in nightgowns with no eyes. Something ominous, right? Something grand and mysterious. 

"Are you gonna eat that?" The ghostly white and see through visage of a floating guy with coke bottle glasses and a shit eating grin asked from behind Eddie's back. 

Without even cracking a smile, Eddie responded. "You can't even eat, dumbass. You have no stomach."  

He somehow snorts with no physical nose. "I'm sure I could find a way to make an exception for something like that. Besides." He flew around Eddie as if he were swimming in air and tapped the side of his "glasses". "I don't have eyes, and yet I still have these babies." 

"Yeah, why do you do that to yourself, anyway? Are you even capable of taking them off?"

"That's not the point. The point is, I look devastatingly handsome in my glasses, so I keep them, and the cake would be devastatingly delicious, so why not enjoy it? I'm already dead. I gotta at least try to live a little. What do ya say?" He flared his fingers out as if he thought he really did something. 

Eddie stabbed a piece of the dairy-free gluten-free cake. One of the few treats he allowed himself. "No." 

"Please." Richie begged, bringing his not-face closer to Eddie's and puppy pouted half inside of his face. 

"No." Eddie continued, unfazed, and put the piece in his mouth. 

"Please." Richie said again, this time face to face, eye to eye, close enough to kiss if they could even physically touch. Instead, their faces were just partially merged. 

Eddie shrieked sharply and bits of cake fell out of his mouth and through Richie's face. "Oh gross, look what you made me do. If you're gonna pull this shit at least have the courtesy to be alive enough to clean up your mess."

"Another perk of being dead, Edwardo. Now about that cake." He said. 

"Oh my god." Eddie groaned, throwing his head back as he swept the hard cake crumbs from the floor. "You may be the one that's dead, but you make me lose my will to live." 

"I love you too." Richie chirped. 

After letting out a long, heavy sigh, Eddie stood up next to his plate and silently cut off a piece. 

"Ahhhh," Richie let his jaw unnaturally unhinge, like a snake, with his tongue lolling out like a Looney Toon. 

Eddie held the cake on the fork. "Don't get cocky." He held the cake out to him, keeping his hand under the fork to manage crumbs. Richie got close, too close, and put his mouth around the fork. The fork and Eddie's hands were fully visible through Richie's milky white head. Bits of the cake fell from the fork onto Eddie's hand. 

Richie kept trying, miming biting and licking, much to Eddie's disgust, but nothing happened. "Awww." He backed away, defeated. 

"I told you. We do this multiple times a week. What made you think the result would be any different this time?" He looked at him through his eyelashes, a headache coming in. 

"You're making it sound like you don't treasure our 'boy and his ghost' bonding time, Eds." 

"Boy? I'm basically middle aged!" 

"I hope not. If you're middle aged, I'm middle aged Eds." 

"You're dead."Eddie sighed. "Not sure if I should be more worried about your sanity or mine. You know what they say about insanity. Doing the same thing and expecting a different result or whatever. But I'm the one talking to thin fucking air and trying to feed it my dessert." 

"I don't know about thin. I've put on a few pounds in my old age. I'm middle aged you know." He smiled, wide and smug.

"Oh, shut the fuck up." Eddie instinctively chucked his forkful of cake at him. Richie tried to catch it in his mouth, but of course, it fell to the floor. Richie wouldn't have gotten it anyway. He was a little too left. 

"Are you gonna clean that up?" Richie winked. "I'd help, but, ya know, dead." 

"I hate you so fucking much. What did I do to deserve this? Is it too late for the clown to just take me?" Eddie begrudgingly got the broom and stomped around, diligently looking for crumbs to sweep into his little pan. 

"Then you'd really be stuck with me, Eds. Till death do us not part. Because I'm dead and I haven't parted. So, I'm sure you'd be just as stuck here as I am." 

"Oh my goddd," Eddie screamed into his hands. 

There once was a boy named Richie Tozier. They grew up together. They met when they were in the first grade. Bill, Stan, Richie, and Eddie were typical best friends that loved each other, and would do anything for each other, but also kinda hated each other sometimes. Mike, Beverly, and Ben joined when they were thirteen. They didn't have time to form a dynamic before they were all haunted by horrors beyond their wildest childhood imaginations. The clown. It was more horror than any kid or anyone for that matter should have to witness in any lifetime. They did what they could, but they were kids. 

Eddie had a broken arm. He had no business splashing around in a sewer trying to fight evil itself, but he wasn't going to let his best friends go in without him. Richie was a goofy kid with broken glasses, a smart mouth that wouldn't stop running, and buckets of unearned confidence and bravery. He never was okay with anything happening to Eddie. If a bully hurt Eddie, Richie would open his mouth and end up getting hurt way worse than Eddie was in the first place. If Eddie was tripped, Richie ended up with a black eye and bloody nose. And what was the clown but a big, supernatural bully? So when he came for Eddie, Richie didn't even think before using his mouth to get himself into trouble. The last trouble he'd ever get into. They really were best friends and it turns out, they were inseparable, even in death. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47685511/chapters/120198859

[itsdappleagain]

two weeks late? what do you mean? ...haha.

sorry i have excuses okay? I moved houses in that time and then got sick. like i said, lateness is becoming my brand i guess

anyways this week (last week) it is time for

The Opera in the Outback Caper!!

notes as always under the cut!

player's australian accent is hilarious

CRIKEY! AUSTRALIA'S ONE BEEEEEEEEEEG CUNTRY

bro the writers were researching australia and they saw carmen the opera and their eyes shot out of their heads like looney toons

according to wikipedia if this episode had gone like the opera carmen would have stabbed a bitch to death and then sung about fucking somebody all night from prison. but yeah carmen would have also ended up stabbed to death in the end so....leaning towards the bad omen scale

that fifteen person orchestra is really pulling its weight damn

can you imagine being gray in this episode he has literally no idea what the fuck is going on wheeze

this is totally way later in the episode but wait a minute if the vile device fried all the soundboards how the hell did the rest of the opera keep going

its gra-YUHM

that surprised pikachu face jdsghdjhga

god fuck i hate that he flirts with her im getting it out of the way right now so i don't harp on it later but i do not like it

SOMEBODY THAT YOU USED TO KNOWW BUT YOU DIDNT THAVE TO C (gets crackle rodded to death)

Gray Ham says enjoy the show and carmen walks like a penguin her ankles go WAY up

i love love love watching the progression of carmen's faith in vile go from her mostly playful, almost dismissive air in the start to realizing just how dangerous this all is and i think it starts RIGHT HERE, realizing that theyve killed crackle's memories of her and VILE

mentally i am the guy dressed as a soldier who is staring straight ahead and singing with one blank smile on his face

something about that swing and how carmen's coattails move is just mwah

carmen stays there for literally no reason how did you not see le chevre coming over to kick you in the back girl

that subliminal messaging device falling was sooo on key 🫦

so nitpicky but that opera singer is NOT opening her mouth enough literally watch any video of an opera singer their mouths are going twice that wide

the way she just plucks it from his hand is so funny

i love this fight btw. its so dynamic but its SILENT. and the entire fight is based around the need to not draw attention to themselves and disrupt the performance. very cool fight

like yeah the flips and the way they pull on each other's clothing and jump and use the bars and stuff super cool

literally the second time le chevre has done that exact same thing girly

that landing HAD to hurt SO BAD are you kidding

HOW DO YOU KNOW WHATS GOOD FOR ME

THATS MY O P I N I O N

also love how carmen goes in slow motion before this but the music doesnt thats hilarious

wouldnt it have been funny if as carmen the singer was singing her high note carmen the thief fell on her

love the standing ovation and curtsy for the uh. fourth song of the opera

player was in record mode because he secretly loves opera and wanted to record the live performance of his favorite habanera

HUAN HONK HUNK HONK HA HION HA HONK he does bleat like a goat

THE DEAR BOY COMMENT WAS SO BASED NOT YOUR DEAR BOY

i find it very hard to believe that le chevre is so flippant about the mindwiping thing seeing as dr bellum is potentially setting him up for the exact same circumstances today in fighting carmen lmao

i love when characters on screens look at things from the perspective of the. screen

"remix" its just you dr bellum

carmen: haha quip player: oh girl u fucked up girl

love Carmen's thought process of being completely unaffected by the thing that got blasted directly in her face just because she wasn't the target

player does the most

i love doctor denim jeans she seems like such a nice enthusiastic person

look at her shes so excited

what was carmen standing up there looking for anyway

pls player didnt even know it was gray but he knew. he was just like ffs carmen not the silver jambon

love how carmen is pinpointing his orders from vile as the problem and not. his willingness and ability to kill her

he's got good hearing wow

sparky is actually australian slang for an electrician. good to know. shocked crackle didnt name himself Sparky

love how crackles tone changes from joking to that dramatic "year of my life" speech i dont remember if they used that for flashbacks or trailers or what but its for something lol

"electrician" gray you sit at the desk and press buttons as far as we can tell dude

"yeah stranger go online and find some random guy to take you into the australian outback <3 my experience couldnt help you avoid a potentially bad situation there at all."

shes like four feet away and he's screaming lmaoo

it is just her name, honey maid

"the outback- may sound like somewhere you would take a man to shoot him but we have to save that for next season!"

mad respect for them primarily referring to it as uluru so it sticks that way and not the more colonialized name of ayers rock, which was given to it by, surprise surprise, a brit

its a miracle the car didnt break down in the outback after player told her to be careful in the harsh terrain. literally two episode ago he was like "be careful of altitude sickness!!" and then she died

god the music and animation in this episode are gorgeous though arent they?

miro is the most patient man on the planet

ivy being so fed up with him wheeze

carmen being polite and excusing herself from the conversation! never thought i'd see the day lol

i love miro he's just like what. what do you mean. who are you guys and he's right

for sure the only tourist in the car

where did carmen get those hot little pink glasses and coats did they mug a couple workers or what

ivy and zack's sibling dynamic forever

she is for sure like five feet from that door and should not be running for as long as she is while talking to player she is a split second away from crashing into the wall

pls the rocket is so close to the facilities it would take the buildings out

GET HER ASS ZACK AND IVY NO MUSIC IN THE WORKPLACE

anyone else love the animation when ivy's waving the id badge at mom jeans denim

zack's little salute ive never noticed that before

yeah your new interns. the most conspicuous american twenty year olds we can find who apparently blend in with every situation, including fashion week in milan

who voices bell bottom jeans because her australian accent is sketch is it sharon. it sounds a little like bellum

IT IS SHARON ok sorry queen your australian accent is not great </3

is there a "where in space is carmen sandiego" where zack and ivy go to an alien planet because i havent watched any of the 90s show but. that feels like it would happen

was player directing her through that or did carmen just randomly learn to hack too

love the single button to launch a whole rocket its so funny

brancusi jeans: that was the day i decided the laboratory is no place for opera speakers: opera in the laboratory skinny jeans: wow this is the best thing that has ever happened to me

i wonder if that cart wheel was 3d

ivy expertly tied that woman up great job ivy. ig she learned from boston lol. interesting tho- that is how carmen tied them up, and i wonder if carmen taught them

uh oh spaghettio

again cs color theory <3 with the button going green when vile's plan starts to work

also love how zack was just like "SHIT CARMEN SPONTANEOUSLY TURNED EVIL THAT SUCKS"

the rocket launched in less that 3 minutes! btw it will take more than 4 until we get to the final countdown. and we will cut down much of the space in between but its totally less than three ok

love the way ivy smashes through that door

wheeze the control panel at the top of the tower

zack's got the best australian accent out of all the terrible australian accents in this show. he could be on bluey

zack's cold chuckle before he tells el topo that the dingoes are mauling his boyfriend is priceless its so funny

adore the clear shock and horror in carmen's voice when she realizes what she's done. good gina moment thank you for a moment gina. oh nevermind that what have i done was sad and limp :(

AGAIN THE ANIMATION THIS EP. LIKE IVY CLIMBING THAT LADDER? MWAH

le chevre said grrr. WHAT? OUGH!

"let go" yes le chevre that is something she would do while you're dangling her a thousand feet above the ground

pls my video started buffering and it just went "OUT OF MY WA-" and then the screen went black ivy killed it

love ivy shes such a girlboss

still not sure btw how top and bottom arent recognizing the boston kids its. what the third, fourth time?

that little thing le chevre does i think must be a vile taught thing, which is interesting. he hooks his arms under hers and holds her there that way. i say that because in the s2 opener episode el topo does the exact same thing to carmen

the gays are so funny i love them

ivy comes very close to dying a horrible death this episode lol

"i've got you."

drops her

she did not have to slide down the rocket like that but thank god she did. hot of her. love that her hair came down and her glasses came off for maximum hotness she booked it over here you can tell

miro!!!

the two gays are literally just >:( >:(

shit my pants joke

everyone laugh

player is literally that friend trying to get his bff not to get back in that toxic relationship GIRL HE TRIED TO KILL YOU LIKE. A WEEK AGO HE AINT WORTH THE FRESH START BROTHERLY RELATIONSHIP

i do like gina's voice acting here though. she does sound like she's actually. feeling things

god the shots in this show are so pretty

look at that. art

even the light changing from green to red once she decides to blow him off. yes yes yes yes the red represents safety and certainty and as soon as that green light turns not only does it physically block her from crossing over to him just like she's mentally decided not to put it puts any question of vile completely out of the question

insert that tumblr post about wanting to make eye contact with someone from across a street and then disappear behind a bus here bc i can't find it

HOW IS SHE WALKING IN THAT DIRECTION THATS IMPOSSIBLE FOR THE BUS TRICK SHE JUST DID

woohoo carmen leading herself to believe that the only way she can keep people safe is to avoid them. im sure this wont come into play in any future searches for more familial figures of carmen's

i like all the human and animal remains in maelstrom's office. cool of him tbh

they wanted to say "bring me the head" so bad

anyway PAPER STAR! TRANSITION SENTENCE TO NEXT EP! i love next ep paper star is so cool. also beginnings of julethief. look, i have a transition sentence too.

next week is actually two days ago on saturday but thats okay ill hopefully get it done sometime this week, so i can be on time for being late this saturday. hope you liked this ep's notes <3

[gena-rowlands]

jean's read in 2022

hello! so as university reading will take up a lot of the rest of my reading for the year, i thought i'd give a full wrap up here! i may update a few times, but this is my almost-comprehensive reading list of 2022! (insp. by @adamronans)

books in red come with moderate< trigger warnings so feel free to ask on/off anon for more info or please look up the tw's before reading!

non-poetry:

Vile Bodies by Evelyn Waugh (★★★★★)

The Dumb House by John Burnside (★★★★★)

Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata (★★★★)

Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu (★★★½)

Heaven by Mieka Kawakami (★★½)

The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris (★★★★★)

It Came from the Closet: Queer Reflections on Horror (★★★★½)

Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke by Eric LaRocca (★★)

Clementine #1 by Tillie Walden (★★★)

Fragments of Horror by Junji Ito (★★★★)

Bliss Montage by Ling Ma (★★)

The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides (★★★)

The Sluts by Dennis Cooper (No Rating)

We Have Always Lived in The Castle by Shirley Jackson (★★★★)

Heartstopper vol.1 by Alice Oseman (★★★★★)

Queers: Eight Monologues by Mark Gatiss (★★★★½)

Heartstopper vol.2 by Alice Oseman (★★★★★)

The Harpy by Megan Hunter (★★★★)

Politics and the English Language by George Orwell (★)

Little Weirds by Jenny Slate (★★★★½)

Alcestis by Euripides (★★★★)

Medea by Euripides (★★★★½)

We Were Liars by E. Lockhart (★★★★½)

Pew by Catherine Lacey (★★★½)

Pine by Francine Toon (★★)

Slow Days, Fast Company by Eve Babitz (★★★★★)

Normal People by Sally Rooney (★★★★)

poetry:

The Book of Women by Dorianne Laux (★★★★½)

Flux by Orion Carloto (★★★)

Sweetdark by Savannah Brown (★★★★½)

Violet Bent Backwards Over The Grass by Lana Del Rey (★★★½)

Life of the Party by Olivia Gatwood (★★★★★)

She Felt Like Nothing by R.H. Sin (★½)

Madness by Sam Sax (★★★★½)

soft magic. by Upsile Chisala (★★)

Stag's Leap by Sharon Olds (★★★★★)

The Perseverance by Raymond Antrobus (★★★★)

The Boys I've Loved & The End of the World by Catarine Hancock (★★)

Night Sky With Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong (★★★★½)

Portrait of my Body as a Crime I'm Still Committing by Topaz Winters (★★★★)

There Should Be Flowers by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza (★★★★½)

Grit by Silas Denver Melvin (★★★★½)

Voyage of the Sable Venus and Other Poems by Robin Coste Lewis (★★★★½)

Wild Embers by Nikita Gill (★★½)

Lunch Poems by Frank O'Hara (★★★½)

God I Feel Modern Tonight by Catherine Cohen (★)

Diving Into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich (★★★★★)

Salt by Nayyirah Waheed (★★½)

Lord of the Butterflies by Andrea Gibson (★★★★½)

Incarnadine by Mary Szybist (★★★★)

Firstborn by Louise Glück (★★★½)

Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire (★★★★)

Mules of Love by Ellen Bass (★★★★½)

What Is This Thing Called Love by Kim Addonizio (★★★★)

New American Best Friend by Olivia Gatwood (★★★★)

At Least This I Know by Andrés N. Ordorica (★★★★½)

Rail by Kai Carlson-Wee (★★★★)

The Asylum Dance by John Burnside (★★★★½)

War of the Foxes by Richard Siken (★★★★)

I Would Leave Me If I Could by Halsey (★★★★)

Bloodsport by Yves Olade (★★★★)

American Melancholy by Joyce Carol Oates (★★½)

The Hill We Climb by Amanda Gorman (No Rating)

[cupcakewebkinz]

So I mentioned I quickly wrote a Shellevision story last night... And I'm just gonna fuck everything and post it here. Yay!

No trigger warnings unless you're scared of gays, in that case you should get off my blog as I'm gay LOL

I hope y'all like it even if it is sloppy and probably has grammar problems and ooc moments aidbidhsdbjdg (under le cut for sanity sake)

Vee giggled as she watched Dandy’s little rock dog run off after the ball she had just thrown, having a great time winding down with Pebble after a long day of work. She was just relaxing with a fuzzy dark green blanket wrapped around her, despite never getting cold, her handler was very insistent on her keeping warm when she was outside in the colder months like this. Thus, she always had a blanket when she was out, even if it was quite warm for an autumn night. Vee looked up at the sky, smiling a little at the stars twinkling above. She looked back down as Pebble came rushing back over with the ball in his mouth, his tiny body popping up over the slightly overgrown grass every time he bounced forward towards her. It was oddly adorable, even if Vee would never admit she thought such a thing. She just held her hand out, and once he had approached, the ball dropped right into her hand.

"Good boy Pebble, good boy. Now go fetch!" Vee praised before she threw the ball, watching as the rock dog ran off after it, sighing when he faded off into the distance. She then looked back up at the stars, tilting her head a little. People say you could make wishes on them, right? She squinted at that idea, as there probably was no way that was even slightly true, even if it did seem like a fun idea. Her wish would never come true, regardless of how many stars she'd wish upon. She lowered her screen and looked beside her, smiling a little at the empty spot. Usually Dandy or Astro was there to help her watch Pebble to make sure he didn't run out of Gardenview's park, but it was just her today. She honestly couldn't have been more grateful, she would've been a wreck if one of them knew she was thinking about her again. Vee held out her hand again as she heard Pebble approach, and once the ball was once again in her hand, she just tossed it for him yet again. Pebble barked before he ran off, as he tended to do, while Vee was still kind of lost in thought, looking back up at the stars. Maybe she could wish for her to be there... No, she can't be dumb, there's no way she'd be able to come out and look at the stars tonight. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, putting a hand on her screen to help bring her back to reality. There's no way- she stopped her thought when she heard someone walking over. She had to focus on life again... They can't see her being such a mess. Though before she could say anything, the other just sat down beside her, and she couldn't honestly believe her eyes when she saw it was exactly who she was thinking about.

"Hey Vee, I thought you'd be out here. It's a nice night, isn't it?" Shelly asked quietly as she settled in her spot, adjusting her multicolored dinosaur themed blanket around herself before she looked at the absolutely bamboozled robot beside her.

"Oh uh, yeah, Pebble wanted to play fetch again so, I came out here, I wasn't expecting you to join. It's nice to see you though." Vee replied, smiling as she held out her hand for the pup, and only turned to look at him as she threw the ball again. She watched as he chased after it, then she turned back to the fossil now sitting beside her, who was silently staring up at the stars with a look of peaceful bliss on her face. Vee couldn't help but to smile at that, admiring her peaceful state and the small things that just made Shelly so precious. Like her little freckles, the little dirt stains that would never leave her shell no matter how much they scrubbed at them, the tiny cracks from the many tumbles she faced as a young toon. Vee moved a little closer, though she had to stop herself from getting too close, as she knew her screen must be buzzing from all the emotions she felt right now and didn't want to be caught staring at her best friend like this. Though she desperately wanted to get closer, to hold her, to touch her even the slightest bit, she wouldn't let herself. She wouldn't let herself just confess that she loved Shelly more than just a best friend... She couldn't, she couldn't risk losing their friendship. She started to back away a little, but Shelly gently stopped her with a hand on the side of her screen. Vee gently nuzzled her screen into her clawed hand, unable to stop herself anymore... She must tell her she loves her, even if it might cost everything. She must know.

"Shelly..." Vee mumbled, though she was gently stopped before she could even say what was on her mind.

"I love you too, Vee. I love you too." Shelly quietly said as she put her forehead against the top of Vee's monitor, her other claw soon gently holding the other side of Vee's screen. Vee was a blushing disaster, wondering how she knew that's what she was going to say, having absolutely no idea how much of a lesbian disaster she had been lately. Shelly wasn't going to call her out on it though, and was instead moving in for a kiss, however they were interrupted.

"Arf arf!"

The two immediately turned and looked at Pebble, having completely forgotten he was even there, their faces both bright with blush. Pebble, seeming to understand he was interrupting something, just picked up his ball and ran off to go inside. Vee just looked back at Shelly afterwards, gently putting a hand on her arm and nuzzling her screen back into her claws.

"I love you so much Shelly..." Vee quietly stated, smiling as she felt the fossil gently put her forehead against hers again. This felt so right, all of this, this all just felt... Great. Vee couldn't help but snuggle herself closer to Shelly as the other gently scratched the sides of her head, feeling so at ease with her so close. She could tell Shelly felt the same way, as she heard the other let out a relaxed sigh as they stayed so close. Neither had wanted to move, however, they knew they had to soon, they both realized that this probably doesn't look like just two friends bonding under the stars. They looked at each other before one dared to move... They knew they weren't just friends, they knew they'd have to admit that one day, they both could tell by the look in their eyes. Vee however was the first to move, as she carefully and slowly sat back up and moved Shelly's hands away from her face, though she couldn't hide how disappointed she was even if she cared to try. Shelly couldn't either, she could tell she was trying, but it definitely wasn't working out for her. Vee looked around, then looked back at the fossil, quickly attempting to think of a way they could enjoy the other's company like that again, then she had an idea. She quickly got up and turned around, unwrapping the blanket from herself before laying it down on the grass, then she simply... Pointed to it. Shelly looked very confused, as she had absolutely no idea what was going on, but slowly got up and sat down on the blanket anyways. Vee sat beside her gently, then looked over at her, watching her very confused expression for a minute as she tried to process everything. She confessed to Shelly, Shelly said she loved her back, and now Shelly probably thinks she's lost her marbles as they sit on her blanket together. How would she fix this..? She thought a little more, but before she said anything, Shelly looked back up at the stars again, then at Vee, then at the stars.

"Oh my goodness, you wanted to cuddle and stargaze like we did as little toons, didn't you? I'm sorry, I just, I didn't expect any of this and I'm-"

"It's okay, let's just cuddle and let ourselves understand what happened." Vee stated quietly, and Shelly just nodded in agreement, laying her blanket beside her before she laid down, having her left arm tucked under her head and her right arm out for snuggles. Vee immediately joined her, curling up against her right side and putting her head on her shoulder, ignoring the red fluff from Shelly's onesie that covered up part of her screen. Vee just wanted to cling to Shelly for a while and not think about anything, so she gently hugged her and clung to her onesie, which Shelly obviously didn't seem to mind as she just wrapped her free arm around her. The two then laid in silence, watching the stars together as they held each other close, seeming at peace with each other. Vee had missed this... It's been so long since they both were able to just cuddle and not think about what anyone had to say about them, and she knew Shelly probably did too. Vee barely understood how nobody really liked her, Shelly was such a kind and caring toon, always looking out for her friends and cheering them on. Yeah she smelled like dirt most of the time, but... It's grown to be a comforting scent to her. She's such a kind toon with such a sweet voice and caring soul... How could anyone not see that? Vee frowned a little at that thought, she probably shouldn't think too hard about that right now. She looked over at Shelly, who looked lost in her own thoughts as well, then decided to do something a little random to see if it'll help them both relax more.

"Hey Shelly, what constellations do you think the dinosaurs saw?" Vee quietly asked, getting a surprised look from Shelly in response, then a shrug.

"Honestly, they probably wouldn't have seen what we see, since the stars move and die, but they probably saw some pretty cool ones. If they even looked at stars... Oh, maybe we can find some star clusters that make dinosaur shapes!" Shelly replied with a sudden burst of excitement at her own idea, and Vee just nodded, watching as Shelly moved her arm out from under her head and soon was pointing out constellations that just barely looked like simplified dinosaurs. Vee didn't ever correct her though, she just listened to her ramble as she relaxed, feeling safe and secure as they both looked at the stars. She knew that no matter what now, they knew they weren't just friends anymore, and she was honestly more than okay with that. No matter what would happen to either of them... They'd always have the other right there to cheer them on. No matter what happens to Gardenview, they'll stay together. Vee looked up at Shelly again, then she looked back at the stars as she relaxed her body a little more, gently clinging to Shelly just a little tighter. Maybe wishes do come true after all... Vee squinted at the thought, no, she still wouldn't believe that. That's just childish thinking, even if her own dreams did come true that night.

[rodger-eyeballis]

” ‘On the sails

A ship sails on the horizon's edge, Its sails whisper secrets to the breeze, Drifting through waves, a silent pledge, Chasing the sun, yet anchored in unease.

The stars above, like distant dreams, Guide its course through the night’s embrace, But the ocean's vastness, with its silent screams, Hides the heart's yearning in a tranquil space.

Author: Rodger Eyeballis’

I wonder what it's like to sail on the sea? When a warm ray of sunlight hits your face, and the floor under your feet sways to the beat of the waves (I read one book.. I wouldn't mind spending my honeymoon like this, but it's too late for me)? Brightney told me to write more short stories or poetry to relax.. But how can you relax when half of Gardenview is excited? It's been almost a month since Astro went missing, and now everyone knows about it. In addition, a series of nightmares began.. It looks like a complete self-hypnosis of toons due to excitement, but there is a possibility that star boy sent bad dreams to us (to.. So that what? If my guess is correct, then he is.. mmm, it doesn't matter). How can I be calm here??? ”

[shy-nightmare]

The Toonz Twins: Toontown Sleuths

Chapter Fifteen: The Connection

Summary: Taking refuge in a theatre, Eddie and Roger reconcile. Then the gang makes a shocking discovery.

Credit for inspiration goes to @imaginarytoon1, author of “The Birchwood Twins: Toontown Investigators” and @its-metal-mistress, author of “Bendy and the Ink Machine: Learning How to Live”. Please check out their own wonderful content ^^!

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“Ah, now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” a narrator asked. The movie theater was playing a Goofy cartoon. The audience roared with laughter as he was getting tossed around. After the car chase, Benny dropped off Eddie and the others off at the movie theater as a hiding spot. Twyla was showing Eddie her discovery of the killer’s DNA while he told her what Jessica told him. Tom was nearby, calling Dolores and informing her where they currently are.

Roger sat a row or two away from Eddie and Twyla, laughing so hard he was spilling his popcorn. “Boy, did you see that? Nobody takes a wallop like Goofy! What timing, what finesse, what a genius!”

Eddie’s temper flared and he yanked Roger’s ears again, pulling him up to a seat next to his. “We’re supposed to be hiding!” he hissed, smacking Roger’s head. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Ow! What’s wrong with you?” Roger hissed in pain, “You’re the only person in this theater that isn’t laughing! Is there nothing that can permeate your imperious puss?”

He tried to make an incredibly goofy face to make the hardboiled human laugh but to no avail. Eddie barely cracked a smile. “Boy, nothing.” Roger rubbed his chin, “What could have possibly happened to you to turn into such a sourpuss?”

Eddie was silent for a moment. He cast a quick glance at the twins who sat a few seats away from them, then turned back to Roger. “…You wanna know?”

Roger nodded.

“I’ll tell ya. A Toon killed my brother.”

“A Toon?” Roger cupped his gloved hands over his mouth, horrified. “No!”

“That’s right. A Toon.” Edde confirmed, his voice clenched with bitterness. “We were investigating a robbery at the First National Bank of Toontown. Back in those days, me and Teddy liked working Toontown. We thought it was a lot of laughs.” He briefly chuckled, tucking a hand in his pocket to grab his bottle. “Anyway, this guy got away with a zillion simoleons. We trailed him to a little dive down Yockster Street. We went in…only he got the drop on us. Literally.”

“Dropped a piano on us from fifteen stories,” he glanced down at his right arm, “Broke my arm. Teddy never made it. I never did find out who that guy was.” He would never forget seeing his brother crushed by that damn piano. He pushed Eddie out of the way. That piano was about to drop on them both, and Eddie watched his brother’s life get taken away in the hands of that bastard. His heart burned in the flames of a great fiery fury that never died since that fateful night. “All I remember was him standin’ over me laughin’ with those burning red eyes…and that high, squeaky voice. He disappeared into Toontown after that.” He took a swig and swallowed his sorrows in one gulp.

Poor Roger broke down into tears. “No wonder you hate me!” he sobbed, running his fisted hands down his droopy ears. “If a Toon killed my brother, I’d hate me too.”

Aw shit, not this again. “Oh, come on. Don’t cry.” Eddie sighed, putting his bottle away. “I don’t hate you.”

“Yes, you do.” Roger whimpered.

“No, I don’t.” the human interjected.

“You do hate me!” Roger yanked his ears down, “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have yanked my ears all those times.”

“Well, I’m,” Eddie stuttered, “I’m sorry I yanked your ears all those times.”

Roger’s doleful demeanor instantly brightened, “All the times you yanked my ears?” he asked, eyes fluttering.

“All the times I yanked your ears.” Eddie confessed.

And just like that, Roger’s infamous joyful nature returned. “Apology accepted! Put it there, pal!” He held his hand out, and Eddie begrudgingly took it. “I feel better—Oh, boy!” He saw another flick appear on the big screen and hopped all the way down to the end of the box seats. “I hope it’s another cartoon!”

His hopes were crushed by a newsreel. “Jeepers, another stupid newsreel. I hate the news!” He rested his cheek on his hand as he slumped on the counter.

Just then, Dolores arrived and took a seat on Eddie’s left. “Did you get all my stuff?” he asked.

“Yes. It’s all packed up in the car outside,” Dolores nodded, “Would’ve been here right after Tom called, but I had to shake the weasels.”

Eddie jerked his head back to her, his stomach dropped with guilt. “Yeah. I’m sorry about the trouble at the bar.”

“Well, stuffin’ olives for a living wasn’t for me anyway.”

A pang sore Eddie’s heart. He always wondered how she could stay so faithful to him even after all the times he pushed her away, all the times he refused her help. How could she keep sticking her neck out for him when all he did was bring trouble to her and her bar. “Dolores?”

She turned to him.

“You ought to find yourself a good man.”

A small, beautiful smile painted her lips. “But I already have a good man.”

The two leaned in, eyes closed like old lovers about to share a kiss…

A sigh interrupted the reverie. The two humans turned to see Roger watching them with heart-eyes and his ears curled over to form a great big heart. “P-pb-pb-please, don’t mind me.”

“You’d better get going, Eddie.” Dolores reminded him, breaking the awkward silence.

“Right.” Eddie followed and called out to the twins, who barely said a word as they got up. Their boss arched a brow at their odd behavior, but the realization dawned upon him and a rancid guilt rotted in his chest. “Glad Teddy’s not here to see me runnin’ with my tail tucked between my legs.”

“It’s not so bad…once you get used to it.” Roger spoke, earning him an arched brow from his fellow Toons.

Twyla followed from the back of the pack, but then her ear perked up at something.

“…The Pacific Red Car Trolley Line and the venerated Maroon Cartoons Studios…” the newsreel announcer spoke in the movie screen.

Her eyes widened in shock to see R.K. Maroon shaking hands with a younger man, his eyes elated with avaricious opportunity. Pacific Red Car Trolley? Venerated cartoons studios? Are those…Cloverleaf executives?

Twyla sharply whistled to get the others’ attention, mostly Eddie’s. He zeroed in next to her, his eyes wide in a dumbstruck trance.

“Here R.K. Maroon is seen clenching a deal with Cloverleaf’s bankers and executives in one of the biggest real estate deals in California history!”

“That’s it!” Eddie shouted, “That’s the connection!”

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Eddie drove the car to the studio later in the evening. He went over the plan with Roger and the twins. While the twins remained determined, Roger was already chickening out.

“Let’s forget it!” Roger said as Eddie parked the car, “There’s nobody here!”

“Is that it or are you scared?”

“P-pb-pb-pb-please! Me, scared? Don’t be ridiculous!” Roger lied. His teeth nervously chattered comically as he followed Tom out of the vehicle. “When you called Maroon, you told him you have the will, but you don’t! When he finds out, he’s gonna get mad!” He pressed himself against the wall as if he was hiding from his boss. “He might try to kill ya.”

“I can handle a Hollywood creampuff. I just don’t want the odds to change!” Eddie brushed it off, “Twyla and I will deal with him. You and Tom cover our backs.”

Tom’s brows shot up, “What? No, I’ll go with you.” But before he could take his sister’s place, she stepped in front of him. “Tommy, no. It’s OK, I’m gonna be fine.”

“But—”

“Tommaso.” Tom froze. Behind her, Eddie and Roger recoiled from the firm tone in her usual soft-mannered voice. She rarely addressed him by his full name, but he knew she had made her decision. His baby sister’s demeanor dropped, and she sighed while putting her hands on her big brother’s shoulders. “Tommy. I know that the last time we split, it didn’t end well. But this is a human we’re up against. An easy target.” When he didn’t relent, she should’ve known that wasn’t enough. “I promise, if we need backup, I’ll call you. OK?”

He stared deep into her eyes for any trace of hesitation but relaxed his shoulders when he found none. He still didn’t like this new plan, though. Tom gave his sister a brief hug and met Eddie’s eyes in a silent, intense conversation. He gave a brief nod of his head, understanding the younger investigator’s request.

Twyla pulled away from the hug and made her way towards the stairs. Eddie followed and cast a look over his shoulder. “If you see or hear anything, beep the horn twice.”

“All right, Boss.” Tom responded, pulling out his revolver. As soon as they left, he turned to Roger. “You hear that, Roger?”

The Toon rabbit saluted. “Yeah, cover their backs! I’m ready! Are you ready, Tom?”

“Shootin’ brains out and kickin’ ass?” The wolf grinned, revealing his menacing fangs. “Fuck yeah.”

“Dukes set, eyes peeled, ears to the ground!” The Toon rabbit chanted, gesturing his moves as he walked away from the gunslinger. He continued to the edge of the bricked wall, “Why, nobody gets the drop on Gunslinger Tom Toonz and Roger Rabbit!”

BANG!

Tom’s head whipped to the far end of the entrance. “Roger?!” he called out. When he heard no response, his fur bristled at the first sign of danger. A low, threatening growl rumbled his chest as he cocked his gun and cautiously walked around the studio. He kept his ears strained to the slightest sound, his gaze unafraid and vigilant. His nose caught the scent of lemon carrots and followed the trail to the far side of the wall. He poked his head, “Roger?”

Something snuck up behind him. Tom whirled around and aimed his gun only to see the end of a Toon frying pan slam in his face.

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Eddie led Twyla to a secret room where the film reels were kept that coincidentally led to Maroon’s office. He slightly jarred the wall and spotted Maroon with his back turned, holding something close to his chest. Twyla’s ears flattened and slowly pulled out her pistol. Eddie, however, lightly stopped her with his hand. “Not yet.” He shook his head, motioning for her to wait in the room.

He silently stepped out behind Maroon and tapped his shoulder. “Gyah!” Startled, the man whirled around drenched in sweat, like he was seeing a ghost.

“What’s up, Doc?”

“What are you trying to do, Valiant?! Give me a heart attack?!” Maroon exclaimed.

“You need a heart before getting an attack.” Eddie said, and the other man didn’t seem to acknowledge the stony undertone in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah. You got the will?”

“Sure,” the detective gave Maroon a brief look at Roger’s love letter hidden in his coat. “I got it.”

He turned away from the head cartoonist to a tray of bottles, “But the question is, do you have the way? Because I’m tellin’ you now, it ain’t gonna come cheap.”

“You got a lot of brass, coming up here by yourself!” Maroon replied bitterly.

“Who said I’m here by myself?” Eddie remained unphased.

He poured himself a glass…and Maroon pulled out a small golden Colt Model 1903 Pocket Hammerless pistol. Twyla silently phased herself through the wall, holding onto her Blackhawk while her claws dripped with ink.   

“Let me see that will.”

“I told you, I got it.”

“I want to see it now!” Maroon shouted, smacking the glass out of Eddie’s hand and swiped Roger’s letter out of his coat. Eddie slowly grasped onto the neck of a bedazzled seltzer bottle without taking his eyes off the other man.

“‘How do I love thee? Let me count the ways’?” Maroon read the letter aloud. “Is this supposed to be a joke?!” he growled, stuffing the letter in Eddie’s suspenders.

“Nah. But this is!” Eddie brought up the bottle and sprayed Maroon in the face, blinding him in surprise. He reared up his fist and punched him hard enough to fall, knocking the gun out of his grasp. Twyla cocked her pistol just as Eddie grabbed the other one and they both pointed their guns at Maroon.

“Get up!” he exclaimed.

Maroon quivered like a coward and hastily got back up on his feet before Eddie grabbed him by the tie. “Wha-what are you going to do to me?” he quaked fearfully.

“We’re gonna listen to you spin the Cloverleaf scenario!” Eddie hissed, tossing away his pistol in Twyla’s direction. She caught it and safely tucked it in her biker jacket. “A story of greed, sex, and murder. And the parts that I don’t like,” he walked towards a cartoon editing machine, forcing Maroon to comply. “I’m gonna edit out.”

“Mm-hmm,” Twyla hummed in agreement. “And boy, do I have one hell of a review for you.”

“You got it all wrong!” the olive-toned human shouted, “I’m a cartoon maker, not a murderer!”

Eddie only tightened his grip on his tie, “Everybody’s got to have a hobby!”

He shoved the other man down, intentionally stuffing his tie in the machine’s jaws and stepped on the pedal while Twyla pointed the barrel of her pistol at the nape of Maroon’s neck. The ice-cold metal sent a shiver down his spine and his neck ached from the violent pressure. “Stop it! Stop it!”

Maroon finally began to confess. “The truth is, I had a chance to sell my studio. But Cloverleaf wouldn’t buy my property unless Acme sold them his. The stubborn bastard wouldn’t sell, so I was gonna blackmail Acme with pictures of him and the rabbit’s wife!”

“So you didn’t kill Acme. Is that what I’m hearing?” Twyla asked. Maroon nodded weakly, obviously relieved that someone believed him. His hopes were short-lived, however, when the Twisted Toon princess growled darkly and pressed the barrel further in his neck. “And yet, you were willing to cost Roger and thousands of other Toon employees their dream jobs by selling your own fuckin’ studio for the money?” A hateful snarl escaped her dark painted lips, filled with disgust. She released her finger from the trigger and swung her gun down at his skull. “Fuckin’ humans. You’re all greedy bastards.”

“Blackmail, that’s all!” Maroon cried out, “I’ve been around Toons all my life! I didn’t want to see ‘em destroyed!”

Destroyed? Twyla recoiled in shock, “Wait, what?”

“Toons destroyed?” Eddie asked, genuinely taken back. “Why?”

“If I tell you, I’m a dead man.”

Eddie only applied more pressure on the pedal, “You’re a dead man if you don’t tell us!”   

“Unless Acme’s will shows up by midnight tonight…” Twyla’s eye caught something silver glint off another cartoon poster and looked at the window behind her and Eddie. Oh shit, is that a fucking gun?!

“…Toontown’s gonna be land for the free—”

“EDDIE, WATCH OUT!!!” Twyla leapt and shoved her boss out of the way just as the gun fired. The two dodged the bullets and ducked behind a couch. An ice-cold terror froze Twyla’s heart when she realized something must have happened to the boys. Her fear washed into wrath, and she fired back, but by then the assailant had already vanished. “Fuck!” she cursed and was about to get up when Eddie stopped her.

“No, you stay here. I’ll check,” he ordered, briefly looking over his shoulder and Maroon’s corpse dangling from the machine with his tie still lodged in. Eddie ducked behind the curtain near the window, and cautiously opened the blinds. Twyla was quick enough to catch up to see Jessica Rabbit looking around before she disappeared into a corner where her car must have been hidden. She knocked out the boys!

Twyla’s blood boiled with hellish, demonic fury, and she slammed her fist against the window. It shattered into a waterfall of broken glass, and Eddie flinched but Twyla paid no concern. She gripped onto the window railings and poked her head out, roaring,

“JESSICA!”

She leapt out of the massive window, and Eddie’s frantic shouting fell deaf on her ears. All she could hear was the furious pounding of her inky heart burned by violent, fiery rage and her fangs ached with bloodlust. She chased after Jessica’s vehicle with ferocious determination, and the ground seemed to shake from her thunderous steps. Ink dripped down her face and dampened her hair, but she could care less. She was going to paint the walls with ink and blood tonight!

Twyla chased Jessica all the way out of Hyperion, but she had to make an abrupt stop when she spotted the tunnel. Toontown. She watched the car disappear into the darkness and growled with frustration.

She whirled her head at the sound of Eddie’s car approaching but stopped just inches next to her. He hopped out of the driver’s seat, his eyes locked on the tunnel. Twyla opened her mouth to retort, but she saw his eyes freeze with that familiar ghost of past horrors. Teddy.

But then, Eddie reached for his bag. Twyla peeked over his shoulder and saw a small wooden box. “What’s that?” she asked.

“A little gift from Yosemite Sam.” The detective replied. He opened the box and pulled out a Toon pistol. After flipping a flap, six Toon pistols (five dressed like cowboys and one dressed as an Indian) awakened from their slumber.

“What the Sam Hill—?”

“Eddie Valiant! You’re a sight for sore eyes!”

“I ain’t seen you for nigh to five years!”

“Where you been?”

“Drunk.” Eddie confessed. He opened the spinning barrel, “You fellas feelin’ frisky tonight?”

“YEAH!” They all whooped in unison and hopped in the pistol. When the barrel closed, Eddie took out his beloved bottle of whiskey and took out the cork with his mouth. But he stopped and took a long, good look at it. And then, he poured it out like he was pouring out his sorrows. He threw the bottle high in the sky and pulled the trigger. The Toon Indian bullet whooped a war cry and shattered the bottle with his ax.   

Eddie and Twyla hopped back towards the car, hellbent on the chase. The detective stopped temporarily, and opened the passenger door her for. He smiled, then bowed, "Your Majesty."

Twyla blinked, but chuckled and nodded before taking her seat. Eddie started the car and turned to the princess, “Ready?”

Twyla cocked her pistol, “Let’s go.”