#xhcly-shenanigansx

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@xhcly-shenanigansx

“And you’re willing to give us a piece of the booze, hm?”

“Only for a decent enough percentage of the profits in return, Ms. Ponciano.”

“Alca will do just fine, Frank. We are becoming allies as we speak in this moment, yes? Did you not offer first?”

The dark haired man looked at the toon brown squirrel with a brow raised as if puzzled by her words. A small sigh was let out before he spoke again. “Right you are.” Soon enough, a delivery truck turned into the alleyway that the gangsters were standing in, nearby the back entrance of one of Alca’s hidden warehouses. With her were three other squirrels: one 6′3″ gray squirrel with tints of red on his ears as well as the top of his head; and two 7 foot dark gray squirrels who look almost identical; though one had a large scar across his right eye and the other had one across his chin. All four were wearing dapper suits and fedora hats. The human before her also had three accomplices with him, dressed in the same fashion.

As soon as the truck had parked near the group, two human males climbed out, opened the trunk, and began to unload heavy crates into the warehouse, with one of the 7 foot squirrels opening and holding the door for them. After only a couple of trips of retrieving crates and setting them inside the building, the door was shut and the eight gangsters walked silently out of the alleyway soon after the truck drove off. It wasn’t too late in the evening, but this particular Chicago area was almost somber in setting; with its buildings and lamp posts giving off few sources of light around the two groups.

“So I trust that you won’t share even so much as a sliver of my half like I swear I won’t do with yours.” Alca spoke as soon as they reached a black cadillac parked near the alleyway entrance.

“It’s a promise, Alca.” Frank spoke, a half smile of reassurance on his face as he reached a hand out towards the squirrel. “See you on Monday, yeah?”

Alca, giving a small smile in return, grabbed his hand and gave a firm handshake. “Monday it is. I hope that we can make an agreement that will benefit us both.”

“Anything to show those rats, huh?”

“Oh, of course.”

After giving out one more salute, Frank and his associates entered the vehicle and drove off into the night; leaving Alca and her men standing by the alleyway entrance.

“A quick check up, ¿sí?” she said as soon as the car was out of sight, motioning for the other three to follow her back into the alley and towards the warehouse back door.

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(Did some fusions on my own, and since its fun I wil continue tomorrow. I’m still accepting request for this meme.

@mothradarling

@ xhcly-shenanigansx

@universal-multimuse

and as for the fusions:

1. Night Note - MothraxFF fusion, pretty stable, un-inpressed by anything

2. Chance Dice - KingDicexFF fusion, they will destroy you with wit, snark and see everybody below them

3. Holy Letters - MaddiexFF fusion, knows everything about you and will make sure you wont get to Heaven

4. Wrathful Nightmare - Corrupted MikexFF fusion, their inner demons took the wheel and are ready to mess everything around them, can change their arms in any weapon they need

5. Stelar Map - HildaxFF fusion, knows her way around, will send you and push you in Black Hole)

[muriinecorps]

@xhcly-shenanigansx

Finally, a place of respite. Ever since being released from the Avian Alliance’s clutches as a rugged prisoner of war, Sieg had longed for a place to just alleviate himself within, and just as it happened he had stepped upon a chapel in a small, quiet town at the edge of Nuremberg. Pushing the doors of the empty chapel open, he would slowly trudge within, the only noise being heard being his jackboots hitting the stone floor, and the soft jingle of his cross dagger dangling from his necklace.

He’d step right up to the large crucifix that hung above the chapel’s altar, kneeling before it as he’d hold his ornamental weapon in hand, muttering under his breath;

“Vater unser der do bist I'm Himmel, Geheiligt werde Dein Name, Dein Reich komme. Dein Wille geschehe, Wie I'm Himmel als auch auf Erden. Unser täglich Brot gib uns heute, Und vergib uns unsre Schuld, Wir auch wir vergeben unsern Schuldigern. Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung, Sondern erlöse uns von dem Übel. Denn Dein ist das Reich, und die Kraft, und die Herrlichkeit in Ewigkeit. Amen.”

He stayed knelt down throughout his prayer, so immersed in it that he’d not have time to notice if anyone snuck up on him.

[saltyocs]

👗? (for either @sugcrlcnd-princxess or @xhcly-shenanigansx)

(I couldn’t find a full body ref for her so I hope this is alright!)

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Inkwell Ball Week Day 2: Who to ask?

Mike already knows who he wants to ask...but good god is he hesitant, who knows if she’s even going? Or if she’d say yes to him! Ughhhhh...he hates the things his mind does to him sometimes... “Well...only one way to find out...gonna have to pay Maddie a visit...” He mumbles before heading off. (Maddie/Madeline Mantel belongs to @xhcly-shenanigansx)

[charlotte-champagne]

@xhcly-shenanigansx

"Now, sugarpea, I ain't one to judge people's looks, but you don't look like someone who belongs in the devil's casino with your whole angel get-up. But who am I to judge? I'm just a bartender. And hell, I probably shouldn't be here either, and here I am."

[siblings-a-fixin]

Post 8 facts about your muse and then tag 8 people to do the same! I was tagged by @bonkakira-and-friends

- The Repairman, having been left alone by his creators since his drawing in the 30s, still has the same voice, vintage audio quality and all.

- Speaking of voices, I think I found a good kind of vague idea for the Repairman: think like ZACHxFULLER (may change in the future).

- Marie probably has the voice of Vicki Winters, as heard in Crash 2.

- Marie is ridiculously strong, but seldom seems to be aware of it.

- The Repairman is actually wanted for theft in a few worlds. He is oblivious to this, though, because at the time, he say it as “stuff that was just lying there.” He didn’t learn to be more careful about picking up “stuff that’s just lying there” until around the 80s.

- While the Repairman is scared of getting his inky body mixed up, Marie is afraid of heights. Unfortunate for a Toon, ain’t it?

- Marie uses a modern non-copyright-infringing smartphone, while the Repairman uses an old yellow rotary phone.

- Marie is far more comfortable around more realistic/rotoscoped/mocapped Toons than the Repairman is.

Tagging: @shinkothetoongirl, @xhcly-shenanigansx, @rcse-garden, @marinadelray124, @vel0ursr0uge, @andy-squirrel, @the-phinal-lap, @askraviostuff

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SCP AU - Mask of Indifference

SCP Cuphead AU

Folder File is archivist at “Inkwell Isle” site

Maddie (@ xhcly-shenanigansx ) is SCP - 1907 mentioned Dr: Mike, SCPs - 1471 (Nightmare, @universal-multimuse) and SCP - 1793 (Baroness von Bon Bon)

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File was leaning against wall, trying to calm herself. But she knew it was fruitless, paper cranes floating around her reminded her on that. It all starred with the nightmarish SCP that got attached to the young doctor. And then the confection based scp he was also observing getting in the fray and breaching her containment too. Cuphead and his brother had lot of work to do, but managed to safe everybody. Barely.

File was badly hurt. Not that anybody knew. Nightmare made her relive her worst memories, enhancing them to absurd levels rendering her useless in the breach that followed. She knew she never burned in the flames that destroyed site 35. But it still claimed life of her parents and many others. She was lucky Devil saved her. But still...

Shaking her head she briskly walked to her office, grabbed SPC foundation issued book reader with Good Omens bookmarked and moved to Maddie's cell. She needed to calm down and needed it right now. The paper crane flock following her doubled in size.

When she arrived at Maddie's small flat, she knocked and without waiting for call, File walked in, cranes still following. Her nerves were extremely frayed, her mind reeling so when she didn't saw the angelic entity she panicked. Bile rose in her throat and File was about to notify entire base that their sanity anchor was gone.

She didn't hear silent footsteps behind her. Maddie was out making sure to calm down other personnel around the base. It was her duty after all and she took pride in it. She didn't expect to see the archivist in her room, twitching and with flock of paper cranes quickly swirling around her, creating small storm of paper. It also seemed they were turning in to something else entirely. Something bigger and more dangerous.

"Miss File?" Maddie never saw somebody turn around so quickly. Folder relaxed so much upon seeing her that she sagged down on floor, with small smile on her face. Swirl of paper around her turned in to small floating paper crane flock once again.

"Oh, thank god, Maddie. I thought you..." File shook her head and stood up. No need to dwell on such foolish ideas. She was already feeling much better in SCP's presence and slowly walked to small chair she always sat on.

"You thought what, luv?" Maddie frowned and sat on her favorite chair, plush one with lot of pillows, decorated in pale blue laced cover.

"It doesn't matter now. I bought Good Omens, we ended almost at the end. I might read it till the end now, if you want to." File turned her head around and started to read out loud. It calmed her, feeling like somebody was listening and not needing to think about what she was reading. It was nice.

Till they got the the part where fire started. Maddie instantly noticed how File tensed. Her eyes grew wide and once again every paper crane around her started to swirl wildly, morphing in to a huge mass.

Maddie quickly stood up and moved to frozen File. She put her hands on others cheek, since direct contact made her calming powers even more influential.

Folder slumped down in her seat, one shaking hand reaching out to grasp Maddie's

"Do you want to talk about what happened? You seem to be shaken by it."

"I... I... shouldn't, it's confidential. Only members of 05 know the whole truth." File licked her lips, not letting go of Maddie's hand and averting her eyes to the side. She shouldn't talk with SCP so freely, especially about such horrible event as destruction of SCP Foundation site. But this was Maddie, angel in flesh.

"I'm not forcing you, luv. But it's your powers that are rebelling against you." Maddie was like serene statue, her eyes blue and full of understanding and silent encouragement.

"Was there when site 35 was destroyed. The only survivor. Few people survived, but all of them are dead now. If it wasn't for somebody, I would be long gone. Like my parents. Saw them walk out of the fire, like two human torches.

Calling me, inviting me in their burning embrace. That damn SCP, Wrath of Fire. She escaped and set everything ablaze. Turning anybody who burned in her flaming sirens. That is how site 35 was lost. It burned down. It's still burning. Corpses calling out your name and sweetly inviting you to them." File didn't know she was crying, only when Maddie dried her tears with small handkerchief, did she look up at her.

"Nightmare escaped. He showed you yours memories. And it affected you more than you can admit." Maddie stated, sitting next to File, never letting go of others hand. File simply noded.

"Enhanced it too. I still can hear their voices in my nightmares. Now even in waking world. That was reason I was send to site without fire related SCPs, if you don't count Grimm." File didn't say whole truth, it was best if Maddie didn't know that Devil saved her and Wrath had hands in Maddie's capture. That was all confidential and her burden to carry.

"You can sleep here, if you want to. I will make sure your sleep is peaceful. Or we could ask Mug..."

"Don't! They already reset and made safe point. I cannot ask them to do more. Beside I believe they wouldn't be able to stop Nightmare in state they were when I last saw them."  File shook her head, not wanting to explain what happened to her to higher ups. She couldn't face Devil right now. And she passed by brothers on her way here. They looked at her with fearful eyes. She didn't want to know what happened in previous timelines.

"You should take holidays, luv. Leave and for some time be alone and let others bugger off." Angel poked passing by crane, making it spin in the air, before it corrected itself and continued in its slow orbit around Folder File.

"Cannot. I'm under surveillance." File glared at the cranes, who still floated around as if their creator wasn't glaring at them. "But.. if you wont mind, I will take a nap."

Maddie wanted to ask about the surveillance, but File already slumped down in her chair. The only thing Maddie could do was to ensure File got her rest.

[rat-in-a-can]

[[stolen from @xhcly-shenanigansx]]

Your dominant hues are red and yellow... most of what you do is motivated by your need to change things and have a good time, but you've been known to settle down and think out a situation, too.  You tend to surprise people just when they're starting to feel like they've got you down. Your saturation level is high - you get into life and have a strong personality.  Everyone you meet will either love you or hate you - either way, your goal is to get them to change the world with you.  You are very hard working and don't have much patience for people without your initiative. Your outlook on life is brighter than most people's.  You like the idea of influencing things for the better and find hope in situations where others might give up.  You're not exactly a bouncy sunshine but things in your world generally look up.

[[Oddly accurate.]]

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[recklesscxp-blog]

send 🌹 and i’ll make an aesthetic for your muse!

[ oKAY I’M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE!! But I do hope you like it! ^ ^ ]

@sugcrlcnd-princxss @xhcly-shenanigansx​

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Inkwell Ball Week Day 2 Continuation

After about an hour or two of thinking it over, going over his doubts and easing his paranoia...he stands up, takes a deeeeep breath...and runs off towards Maddie's house. He's going to do this, and no anon is gonna stop him!

(Maddie still belongs to @xhcly-shenanigansx )

[charlotte-champagne]

@xhcly-shenanigansx

Lottie had just clocked out for her break and she was beyond miserable. Something about that night at work had just left her extremely frustrated and near tears. Customers had been exceptionally pushy and infuriating, and that usually never got to her, but everyone had their limits. Even Lottie.

When she found herself unable to stop the flow of frustrated tears, she rushed herself out of the casino to at least have some privacy while she cried, bumping in to customers and employees alike as she fled.

[hellssecretary-blog1]

@xhcly-shenanigansx

inspired by the RP

[rat-in-a-can]

💫~“Happy Valentine’s Day, My Luv~❤ I know this isn’t really much since I was a little bit short on money to actually buy something for you, but I do hope you enjoy them sweetheart, I made them myself! There sugar cookies with strawberry frosting and sprinkles”~💫

The Angel smiled sweetly with a pinkish-red blush on her face as she handed her beloved veteran the batch of freshly baked cookies to him with a sweet hum.

{{ @xhcly-shenanigansx }}

“Zank you, mein loff,” Werner said, pulling Maddie closer to him. “I just know I’ll loff zem.”

He sighed, content. Those cookies really did smell good.

“Vell, you saw vat happenet viz mein idea earlier, so...Again, I apologize for zat...But I vas able to make somezing quick for you!”

He gently raised his hand, to reveal a basic wind-up device.

“I happenet to haff a spare sheet of music I found somevere...I hope you like ze song...”