#the kermit typing gif but it's me drawing

[anerdwithapen-blog]

Another Theory time! This Time the Sax man Zoot - Now this is just my head-cannon(s) and I wanna hear yall's

( drawing by me 💜)

Anyways back to it, Have yall ever thought of Zoot may having schizophrenia? Like there are many examples of Zoot just being out of it and seeing/remembering something different from what happened. 🤔 I was also thinking maybe some type of amnesia.

Like for example of Mr Blue Sky Music Vid

There's no way he was tripping. Many just theorize that the mayhem is just always high or on something, but that can't always he the case. And that thought that Zoot is always labeled as a burnt out musician I wouldn't be shocked if that lead to alot of mental health issues

An another example is one of the Eps of the Muppets ABC show when Kermit was coming into the studio & saw Zoot there on the couch their convo --->

Kermit: Zoot? Did you sleep in the studio?

Zoot: * wakes up * Oh hey, the door said " fire door " didn't want to risk it

Oh! I got another one, remember when

Floyd said at this scene ^ above ^

Zoot: mmmughh-

Floyd: oh no Zoot skipped the Groove again!

I wonder what he meant by that 🤔 mm

Like their so many examples but my main question is " what happened to make him this way? "

( also quick note so sorry for my Grammer, I write like how I talk hehe , With Passion! )

[containatrocity]

"Ah, enough German to get by then, hm? Good." Mercy's observation is flat, as he takes another long draw off his cigarette. "Most of what's worthwhile was pawned, and eventually bought back, not many people tend to die with things I can sell on offer, most of it is taken by the mayor who proceeds to redistribute it- I'm glad communism is alive and well here, but sometimes I like to participate in a little bit of the erotic sensation of being involved in a capitalist society. Won't SOMEBODY talk trickle-down economics with me? Nothing gets me going anymore except the long arm of capitalism fisting a motherfucker like they're kermit the frog." He's being sarcastic, motioning dramatically behind the counter as he picks up a nearby box, flicking the lid open and setting to going over the scattered collectable cards inside.

"People come in for my endearing personality, animal magnetism, and unwavering commitment to a bit." He declares, glancing over at them with an arched brow. "And sometimes for parts and pieces to fix things they already have. I see most of the crackpots when I'm working- the uh. artist types. and the absolute nutjobs. Somebody will buy that hairpiece at some point, and they'll be the craziest fucker in this hellhole, bet money on that one."

Kestrel stood at the doorway of the shop, amusement clear on their face as the scene played out. As the woman runs by, they step aside, entering the shop officially. "Lines of dead asshole hold an entertainment appeal, but I think the payoff would be rather poor so I'll pass on that one." They leveled Mercy with an unamused look. "Kestrel. And I'm neither your baby or a dog." They glanced over the shelves, seeing worn out sports equipment, broken electronics, what looked to be a really crappy toupee. "Shit, you weren't kidding. People come in for this? Or you already sell off anything good?"

[trexy225]

DSD-Chapter 12: Bars

Summary: Scooter NO

AUTHORS NOTE!!

Sorry about the gif it just fit it so well and Kermit's voice has been stuck in my head ANYWAY I always thought that this chapter had great fanart potential i dunno I'm probably pretentious but whatever I can write but I can't draw hahahahahaha

...The Power You Have is nearing its final chapters and I'm going through it

Shit, shit, shit! You thought as you woke up next to a snoring Otto, you were on your feet fast… What the HELL were you thinking? You continued berating yourself as you put your clothes on and scanned the room for the tape, you found it in your bag. You snatched up your bag and turned around to see Otto… Oh stars he was adorable when he was sleeping, no, NO! You can’t get attached… not when you were so close to finding Hiro. You shook your head and left the room, running back home.

“There’s only one clip here, it’s only ten seconds…” Gwen muttered as she pulled up the file.

“Are you fucking serious?!” you threw your hands up in the air.

“Do you think I can make this entire search like my master's project?” Gwen wondered.

“Not funny, I can’t believe this, I did all that-”

“What exactly did you do hun?”

“I slept with him, and THAT’S what I get? 10 fucking seconds of-” “I’m sorry, you SLEPT with Doc Ock?” Gwen asked.

“Yes, how else do you think I’ve been getting the information?”

“I was thinking by like stabbing him a couple of times-”

“I tried that…It didn’t work out well.” “Oh shit, you did that?! I thought that was Spiderman! Wait, wait NO, NO you’ve been exchanging SEX for these TAPES?!” Gwen asked.

“I don’t understand why you’re so surprised about this I feel like this should be expected of me at this point.” you pointed out.

Gwen grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, you stood there awkwardly.

“Just because I expect you to do these things doesn’t mean I WANT you to do those things. Doc Ock is dangerous, he could kill you!” 

“I could kill him too,” you argue.

“And then what, could you take on Fisk, the rest of the sinister six? No Hana, you can’t. You’re dangerous yes… But you’re not invincible.” she gestured to your broken nose, and you sighed.

“He has more footage… He’s manipulating you, Hana.”

“I can see that Gwen… I have to get that footage, I need it.” 

“Let’s look at this clip first.” Gwen typed something down and the video played, you gasped.

“Hiro…” you muttered, touching the screen… It was your brother, he was there, he was sitting in a room, talking to a man in a black suit, two other men stood guard behind the suited man, Hiro got up and shook hands with the black suit man… Something was familiar.

“This was three years ago-”

“Zoom in on the men's necks.” Gwen nodded as she zoomed in.

“The White Dragon gang…” You muttered.

“So that means-”

“That man is Mr. Negative… Who is he?”

Gwen typed something up “Martin Li, he owns FEAST, a food bank, and homeless shelter… My coworker's aunt works there.”

“It seems like all the evil gang leaders are choosing the philanthropist alibi.” you quipped.

“Yep… But why is Hiro even in the same room as Mr. Negative?”

“I don’t know… He never mentioned anything to you?” You asked.

“Of course not, you had no idea?” Gwen asked, you shook your head.

“He was always so put together… And any free time that he had he was studying for Med school.” You pointed out.

“Well, obviously he was doing something else… As much as I hate to say this, we’re going to need more footage.”

“I wish you could just computer up his location,” you grumbled.

“If I could, I would have done that ages ago, but even with these small leads, Hiro’s been practically erased from the internet like I’ve been telling you, and all this gang… stuff is even harder to track down,” Gwen explained.

“Ok, ok I get it… What day is today?” you asked.

“Monday,” Gwen said, your heart dropped and you grabbed the pillow that Gwen had screamed into… And screamed into it. You rushed to put your “skin” back on, cake some makeup on your face, and put on Kingpin's favorite dress, you had to make Kingpin happy tonight… Otherwise, you were dead. 

“...I’m meeting Fisk in an hour,” you said as you curled your hair, Gwen shook her head.

“No, no we can get out of this, let’s just-”

“Gwen, this is my fight, let me handle it, I can take it-” “No, NO! I can’t lose you like this! Don’t go-” Gwen pleaded.

“If I don’t go tonight, he’s going to come here, and then he’s going to kill you and make me watch, and then he’s going to kill the dogs… And then he won’t kill me, he’ll do whatever he’s going to do to me tonight but a million times worse and then he’s going to control me, and turn me into a weapon, and then I’ll never find Hiro, and I will have lost you and that’ll be it for me, do you understand?” You snapped.

Gwen stayed silent.

“Gwen, please say yes,” you begged.

“Yes… I understand,” she grumbled, you pulled her into a hug. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, you pulled away and left, you couldn’t cry… Not in front of her.

“You’re finally here… What the hell happened to your face?” Kingpin asked, oh shit, you forgot about your nose.

“There was a fight-” You started.

“And what about your arm? It’s disgusting.” he spat, you forgot about your bandaged arm… it was still recovering.

“It-” 

“I can’t even look at you… Do you think that you can just come in here and expect me to just take you? You think I deserve all of this?” he asked, you swallowed your pride and resisted the urge to draw your gun and empty your whole magazine on him, was he seriously that stuck up to think that he deserved you? That you were no more than damaged goods to him? You were a fucking person… But none of that mattered to him.

“I didn’t-” “Get out, don’t come back until you’re fixed. Disgusting.” he snarled, you hurried out of the penthouse, as soon as the elevator closed you let out a shuddering sigh of relief, you were spared another day… You remembered your last meeting with him, you still had nightmares about it. The doors opened and Eli turned around to see you, he ran and pulled you into a hug, you patted him on the back.

“What did he do to you?” Eli asked.

“He said that he didn’t deserve a damaged thing like me.” you quoted.

“If anyone else said that I would be pissed… But in this case, it’s a blessing, isn’t it? You’re in the cages with me tonight.” Eli and you went to the dressing rooms, where you put on a very revealing dark green jumpsuit, you grabbed Elis flask and downed the whole thing, you were going to dance, and you were going to at least try and enjoy it… And it would be easier if you were drunk.

“Hana!” Eli complained, snatching the flask away from you.

“Relax! I’ll refill it, c’mon.” you got into one of the cages and it rose. Eli followed you. The music was so loud that it vibrated the metal bars, but you didn’t notice, you danced, whenever you danced all of your worries melted away.

“Hana?!” you heard a voice yell, you whipped around to see Otto, his actuators had lifted him up to your level, and you smiled and waved at him.

“Hey, Otto! Come on, dance with me!” You urged.

“I am not a dancer, unfortunately, are you alright?!” he asked.

“What?!” You yelled, pushing your face against the cold metal bars, trying to hear him better.

“I SAID, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!” Otto yelled, getting closer.

“I’m all good!” You sang.

“Gwen called me, she said you needed more footage?!” Otto asked.

You grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him in, your eyes searing into his.

“You cheated me, Otto… you gave me ten fucking seconds…” you muttered… ugh he smelled amazing.

“That was all the footage I could find from that year, I didn’t want to confuse you-”

“Gwen’s getting her master's in computer science and I have my bachelor's AND I’ve survived here for three years, we’re not idiots.” you snarled. 

“I can see that now… and I apologize for ever doubting you, can you come down so we can talk?” Otto asked.

“We are talking silly.” You laughed as you let go of his jacket, he grabbed onto the cage for some stability and it tipped you over, you cried out and whacked him on the head, he inhaled as he helped you up, he frowned.

“You’re drunk.” He noted.

“I need to do this drunk thing more… It makes this all a bit easier.” you slurred as you looked at Otto, it might have been the booze but this lighting was really doing it for you. 

“Hana, I have more tapes for you-”

“Shh shh shhh.” you put your finger to his lips, and he glared at you indignantly.

“How dare you tell me to-”

“Shut up for a minute… You dance with me for one song, and then you can have me all to yourself tonight.” you tasted the cold, metallic bar as you slid your tongue down the cage, keeping your eyes on Otto, but you already knew that you had him, he rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the crowd.

“Ignore them, they’ll forget all of this tomorrow.”

“Will you?” “There’s only one way to find out.” you started to dance, gesturing for Otto to join you, he reluctantly started to sway… That was probably all that you were going to get out of him.

This girl is wasting our time…

How dare she silence us!

You cannot just take this Otto…

You need to show her who’s in control!You are in control!You are in control!

You are in control!

“Am I in control?!” Otto yelled you stopped dancing. “Am I really the one in control? Because for the past ten years, YOU have all been telling ME what to do, and I’ve been fulfilling every one of your whims so I could have one precious moment of silence! And have I gotten that? No, NO I have NOT!” Otto snapped, you saw him tilt his head.

“...You just want Spiderman dead? And then you will let me be?” He asked.

“I don’t-” you started.

“I’m not talking to you… Is that all that it takes?” Otto asks, you saw his face contort into a grin, he nodded slowly, and you raised an eyebrow. Otto shoved the tape in your hands. 

“It’s yours, I don’t want anything in return.”

“I don’t like owing-”

“Well then don’t think of it like that, we have to plan some things, I will see you tomorrow… Please be sober,” he asks.

“Well now that you said that-”

“Come sober.” Otto rephrased it, glaring at you, he wasn’t in the mood to play games, you nodded and slipped the tape into your pocket, you and Otto stared into each other's eyes, you couldn’t help yourself, you grabbed his collar again and pulled him into a kiss, your body pressed up against the cold metal bars as you tried to get closer to him, you heard Otto groan as he kissed you back, you heard some members of the crowd cheering, you didn’t care, you just wanted to taste Otto… You needed to just feel him… You never realized how safe he made you… You tried to grab for more of him, but you felt one of his actuators pry you both apart. 

“Tomorrow…” Otto whispered as he was carried off, you watched him go sadly… You actually missed him. 

That wasn’t good.